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Bu Bu Jing Xin - Chapter 30

21walker — Fri, 23 May 2014 17:19:43 GMT

Title: Bu Bu Jing Xin (Startling By Each Step)
Pairings: Kyuhyun centric, there will be various pairing/friendships, main wonkyu though hankyu, eunkyu, kyumin, changkyu also present. Also Hanchul, Eunhae, Minsu, and so many others I can't actually remember them all.
Genre: Historical, humour, angst, romance
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: There will be character death (near the end though), plus some characters will have really sad endings (for spoilers watch the drama!) and also will probably add smut sometime.
Summary: Kyuhyun gets hit by a car and wakes up not in the the body of a 25 year old computer analyst like he expected but in the body of a 16 year old noble boy in the Qing dynasty. Confused and annoyed he then ends up entangled in the lives of the Princes he had learnt about in history class, as well as one of the messiest battles for the throne in China's history.

BETAED BY KRISTEN!!

Character Guide

Prologue / 1 / 2 / 3 / 4 / 5 / 6 / 7 / 8 / 9 / 10 / 11 / 12 / 13 / 14 / 15 / 16 / 17 / 18 / 19 / 20 / 21 / 22 / 23 / 24 / 25 / 26 / 26.5 / 27 / 28 / 29

Chapter 30

It wasn’t until the spring was nearly over that Kyuhyun managed to talk properly with Changmin, the prince having accompanied his father to the temple. They rarely saw each other anymore, Changmin normally avoiding the palace and Kyuhyun nearly constantly working now that he was fit again. Even before that, there were rarely chances for a prince and a servant to socialise, especially as they had to do so secretly without anyone finding out.

Kyuhyun thought that maybe Ryeowook suspected something, and also he knew that there had been gossip in the past about Kyuhyun’s closeness to the Thirteenth Prince. But if anyone knew for sure that he was allowing Changmin to sneak into his quarters for nights of drinking he would’ve been hauled before Leeteuk, and Changmin before Kangin.

Changmin lounged on the chair opposite Kyuhyun’s, both drowsy and more relaxed than normal because of the wine they had been consuming steadily and the company which they knew would not judge them.

“On the trip last year, I spoke with Prince Junsu,” Kyuhyun spoke softly, knowing that this would be a sensitive subject.

The Qing Prince hummed but didn’t make a move, however his friend noticed the tension that suddenly filled the previously relaxed atmosphere. The royal avoided his friend’s eyes and fiddled with his wine flask.

“It wouldn’t work…”

“Is there no-”

Kyuhyun was cut off by a frustrated sigh.

“He is of the grasslands. He was raised on freedom and vast plains. If I brought him back here and placed him in a gilded cage would he survive?” Changmin’s voice was emotionless and hollow. “He is a gentle creature compared to the pretty and vicious wives of the Imperial court. They would eat him alive and he wouldn’t even realise what was happening. And Soojung… There is no way I would subject Junsu to having to be in the same household as that witch.”

“Changmin,” Kyuhyun let sympathy and understanding fill his friend’s name as he tried to think of words to comfort the other man.

“He would suffocate here. And I wouldn’t be able to live with myself watching him suffer. It’s bad enough with Qian-” Changmin stopped talking as emotion threatened to overwhelm him.
Kyuhyun remained silent but watched as his friend gulp down more wine, not in enjoyment like earlier but as a way to numb the pain and confusion.

“I couldn’t commit to him. He deserves better than me.”

Kyuhyun held his tongue and just watched, unable to find any words of comfort, as his friend drank long into the night.

**

The seasons once again shifted. Spring blended to Summer, the heat settling heavily over the city. Kyuhyun had been busy since the return of the Emperor but he was glad to immerse himself in the distraction of work. With the air thick and heavy, Kyuhyun was glad he lived in the Forbidden City rather than the crowded streets outside the palace. He would much rather be far into the countryside though and he was greatly pleased when Leeteuk finally approached him to start preparing for Kangin’s annual trip to the North.

That was until he saw the list of people on this year’s expedition. The Crown Prince, Fourth Prince, Eighth Prince, Ninth Prince, Thirteenth Prince and Fourteenth Prince.

Sungmin was going to be coming.

Sungmin was going to come to Mongolia as the Fourteenth Prince and was going to meet Junsu.

Kyuhyun felt like he was losing his balance while on a tightrope and there was no safety net in sight.

**

It wasn’t until they were in Mongolia, camped at the edge of the forest that was becoming familiar to Kyuhyun after so many visits, that he had a chance to talk to Sungmin. Or at least try to talk to Sungmin.

The prince had been avoiding Kyuhyun, still angry about Hangeng, but clearly having been told not to interfere. Kyuhyun would’ve welcomed this and allowed him to continue the avoidance, especially after the fear that filled him in their last confrontation, but he needed to talk to Sungmin desperately.

“Fourteenth Prince,” Kyuhyun approached when he saw that Sungmin was alone, having just returned from a ride. “Fourteenth Prince, I have something I need to talk to you about.”

Sungmin tethered his horse and walked away, “I have nothing to say to you though.”
Kyuhyun panicked as he tried to call quietly to the other’s back, “It’s regarding Prince Junsu.”

Turning around, Sungmin’s face became serious but still annoyed. “I owe you a favour because of that. What do you want?”

“The Mongolians arrive tomorrow, including Prince Junsu. I came to discuss how we are going to explain about last time.”

“Tell him the truth. Apologise and say a few pretty words. That should gain forgiveness.” Sungmin dismissed Kyuhyun’s concerns though he could see Kyuhyun’s worry plainly. He had no sympathy for the younger at that moment, he was still annoyed for his brother, though Hangeng seemed to have already forgiven him.

“I don’t think it will be that easy,” Kyuhyun stated. He knew that Junsu may be forgiving and gentle, but he was still the son of two warriors; he was passionate and if he realised before Kyuhyun could explain properly, he might cause a lot of trouble for Kyuhyun. There were so many possible outcomes and Kyuhyun wasn’t optimistic about surviving long if Junsu took everything badly.

Kyuhyun had lied to Junsu. He knew that lying was something that was unforgivable to the other boy. Sungmin’s attitude was not helping him try to work out what to do.

Sungmin’s face twisted, “I think that you, Kyuhyun, are the master of appeasement. So go work your skills over Prince Junsu. I’m sure you’ll manage to find a way to get out unscathed.”

Kyuhyun watched, eyes wide as Sungmin stormed away from him, not giving him a chance to reply.

**

Leeteuk looked with concern at Kyuhyun. The boy had arrived for duty looking pale but since the announcement that Lord Yunho and his entourage were on the way over from their camp, he had started to look worse. The boy was shaking slightly, the tray in his hands stable despite the tremors Leeteuk could see going through the child.

“Are you alright? What’s wrong?” He whispered.

“Nothing. I’m fine.” A faint smile that didn’t do anything to relieve Leeteuk’s worry before he was called over by Kangin. Lord Yunho would be arriving any minute and they needed to be prepared.

“Imperial Father.” Everyone looked up as the Fourteenth Prince came forward and bowed to his father. “I am feeling unwell. May I be excused?”

Kyuhyun felt relief flood him, though he knew this was only a temporary respite. Sungmin threw him a long look before he left the tent and Kyuhyun knew that next time he approached the prince, he would actually listen. He also hoped that this would give him enough time for him to explain to Junsu why he lied and what happened the previous year. Hopefully Junsu would forgive him, and maybe their friendship might even survive. Optimism filled him for the first time in weeks.

He even smiled as the Mongolians entered the tent and bowed in greeting to Kangin. Junsu was already eying Changmin, though the Qing prince seemed to be pointedly ignoring him. Kyuhyun frowned to see Junsu look so excited to see Changmin, yet the other man looking withdrawn. While the servant knew this was a way for Changmin to protect both himself and Junsu in the long run, it didn’t stop him feeling sorry for the Mongol prince when hurt flashed briefly across his face.

Kangin and Yunho were now discussing grandchildren, complimenting the number of sons and grandsons they each had as Kangin boasted of a new grandson. Kyuhyun sighed as they skipped over the granddaughter that was born just last month from the Fifth Prince’s Di’fujin. He wished that the beautiful girl could be boasted about so excitedly as the boys they were discussing. He always kept his feelings of unfairness to himself, only complaining to Changmin about how annoying patriarchy is and how a just society values every sex equally. Kyuhyun had grown up in a time when girls, boys and those inbetween were allowed to be whoever they wanted. Since he had come here to this time he had been forced into the subservient role that he had never been used to before and he hated it, even though he had learnt to accept it because there was nothing he could do. The prince would listen and question and argue, all without sending Kyuhyun to be punished for having such thoughts. Kyuhyun wished everyone was as open minded as his best friend.

He couldn’t stop himself from grinning as Junsu winked at him after everyone was seated. Obviously Lord Yunho was more opened minded than most if the way he allowed General Kim to do as he wanted and the way Junsu was treated as a beloved child, rather than another pawn to be married off to some general or prince or high noble who pleased Yunho. Kangin rarely talked of his daughters, except Princess Seohyun, who he exchanged monthly letters with since she left the capital to live in Yunnam with her husband, who was Viceroy over the surrounding areas.

Kyuhyun jolted out of his mindless thinking when he heard Yunho mention the Fourteenth Prince.

“He was feeling unwell,” Kangin answered. The Emperor turned to the others and asked, “Has an Imperial physician been called to see him?”

Hangeng stood quickly, bowing his head as he answered, “I believe not, Imperial Father. If you wish we can send for one now.” The Eighth Prince ordered a eunuch to fetch a physician to Fourteenth’s tent as Kangin continued talking to the room.

“Just because you are young, it does not mean you should ignore when you are unwell.” He nodded to Yunho as he added, “Since I have gotten older I have started to see the great importance of looking after oneself. Health is of the utmost importance.” Yunho smiled and agreed.

Kyuhyun couldn’t help but smile to himself as the two rulers reminded him of so much of the grandfathers who would gossip outside their houses on his street, watching the young folk, who were so busy with their lives, run around whilst complain about how everything was changing and talking loudly about whose children had better jobs or cars or spouses.

Still smiling, he caught the Fourth Prince watching him. Siwon’s eyes were sparkling with laughter, obviously finding Kyuhyun’s silent happiness amusing. His face became serious as he worried who had seen Siwon’s indiscreet staring. Averting his eyes,he instead saw Changmin raising as eyebrows and flashing him a look of warning mixed with mirth at catching such a slip. Kyuhyun almost giggled at the ridiculousness of Changmin judging him for Siwon when Changmin hadn’t noticed Junsu doing the same thing. Changmin followed his quick head tilt to see Junsu blatantly staring at him. Changmin looked as unsettled as Kyuhyun felt and both looked at each other in empathy.

What was with all the meaningful looking? Kyuhyun wished that this was less complicated but then reasoned that it probably was less messy than he thought. Tension was filling his body as Jaejoong looked unhappily between Changmin and Junsu. He wondered just what the general was thinking, though the look of disapproval definitely made most of it clear. Oh wait, Hangeng was now watching Siwon watch him. Kyuhyun mentally scolded himself as Hangeng looked away, with a definite look of hurt and confusion on his face. This was definitely a mess and Kyuhyun really needed to rant to someone so he once again locked eyes with Changmin. The prince seemed to get the hint as he rolled his eyes and nodded once very discretely.

Kyuhyun cursed whoever decided that putting all of these people in one room was a good idea, although he also sent a tiny prayer that Sungmin wasn’t here, because that would be so much worse. Though right now he really couldn’t imagine it.

**

Sungmin threw his book down in frustration. He hated being confined to his tent. He much preferred being outside, doing something interesting.

He looked up as Hangeng entered, “Eighth brother, you saw Lord Yunho and Prince Junsu?”

Hangeng nodded as Sungmin asked, “Is Kyuhyun still worried to death?”

“It is only natural for Kyuhyun to be worried,” Hangeng reprimanded his younger brother. “It is our fault for getting him into this predicament.”

“Ge! How can you still think of him? He broke your heart!”

“We are the cause of this. Kyuhyun lied to Prince Junsu to protect us. We shouldn’t let what has happened since then cloud the fact that we are in debt to him.” Hangeng’s face was very tired and serious. Sungmin wanted to wipe as the pain away but it was impossible. “We need to think of a way to help Kyuhyun.”

“Okay. I understand.” Sungmin sighed as he admitted to both himself and his gege. “I can’t bear to see Kyuhyun’s frightened face. He is still my friend.” Hangeng patted Sungmin’s shoulder in understanding. “But I can’t hide in my tent and avoid Junsu forever. And apologising might not work either.”

“I think Kyuhyun will try to talk to Junsu as quickly as possible,” Hangeng added. “We should apologise as well, then also try to explain. He’ll have to listen to us.”

“Agreed.” Sungmin’s mouth set as he told his older brother, “If anything comes out I will take all responsibility. Kyuhyun was protecting me so I shouldn’t let him get dragged into trouble.”

**

It wasn’t until a few days later that Kyuhyun managed to meet with Junsu. He hadn’t wanted to openly approach the prince or have to send a message, especially if he became angry. If someone told the prince’s parents or even the Emperor that Kyuhyun had argued with the prince and then he did or said something, it could raise questions which he wouldn’t know how to answer.

He was walking towards the Mongol camp, trying to work out a way to subtly bump into Junsu and then draw him away from any other people, when he came across the Mongol prince adjusting the flaps on his horse’s saddle.

“Kyuhyun!”

He barely managed to ground himself before an excitable man was wrapped around him. Junsu let go and grinned so happily at him that Kyuhyun felt his stomach flop. He had deceived Junsu, who looked at him with such affection.

“Your Highness.” Kyuhyun forced a smile and bowed slightly, trying to mirror the other boy but failing miserably. “How have you been since last year?”

“Stop being so stiff and formal! You can’t have forgotten that I am your friend?” Junsu teased as he pulled Kyuhyun towards the tied horse. “I’m fine. How are you? Have you had chance to improve your riding skills?”

“I haven’t really had much time. I fell ill during the winter.” Kyuhyun replied, avoiding the previous questions.

“We will walk then.” The prince declared, dragging Kyuhyun away from the horses. “I will give you another riding lesson before you leave, though hopefully this one won’t end the same as the last. Though the Eighth Prince did look very heroic rescuing you.” Junsu laughed while Kyuhyun tried to find a way to talk about another event that happened the previous year.

“You-”

“You-”

Both turned and started talking at the same moment. The randomness broke the tension Kyuhyun had felt building up within him as he laughed along with Junsu. He could make their friendship survive, he was sure of it.

“You go first,” Kyuhyun prompted the younger. Junsu looked like he really wanted to speak and Kyuhyun didn’t exactly want to rush into his discussion point.

“Did you talk to Min?”

Kyuhyun’s face fell as he remember the talk, or non-talk, he had with Changmin about Junsu.
“Does he not want to marry me?” Junsu caught the expression and his own countenance darkened. Junsu knew Changmin felt something, he was sure that he did, yet Kyuhyun stared at him as if scared of how he would react.

“Your father doesn’t think it’s a good match.” Kyuhyun tried to reason, seeing that Junsu was becoming more distraught with each second. “You would hate to live in the city. You would be trapped.”

“Why?” Junsu was near tears. “Why does he not want me? I thought… Can I not be compared to his fujin?”

“Your Highness, it’s not because of that.” Kyuhyun tried to reason and comfort the boy but Junsu just looked increasingly angry and upset.

“What part of me isn’t fit to be his wife? Why would he refuse me?” Junsu fumed. “I’m going to ask him myself!”

Kyuhyun didn’t manage to grab the prince before he started to run towards the Imperial camp. Feeling like everything was about to go horribly wrong he followed, desperately trying to catch up but unable to. He continued running until he had pushed his way into the Thirteenth’s tent behind Junsu.

Changmin looked up in shock at the intrusion, while Kyuhyun paled as he noticed that Changmin was not alone. Sungmin sat on the opposite side of a chess board. However Junsu failed to notice the other Qing prince, completely focused on Changmin and yelling at him.

“What about me is not good enough to be your fujin? Tell me now!”

Changmin looked pained as he replied, “Now is not the time to talk about this Prince Junsu.” The last two words were hissed as he indicated they were not alone. “This is my Fourteenth Brother.”

Junsu took a breath before turning to examine Sungmin. A gasp was heard and two people’s heart stopped for a moment as Junsu asked, his tone betrayed, “You’re Fourteenth Prince? You are the Fourteenth Prince?”

Sungmin’s gaze was strong as he answered, “I am.”

Junsu frowned, his face turning from sad to angry. “You lied to me. You both lied to me.” Changmin became perplexed as Junsu looked between Kyuhun and Sungmin.

“Your Highness,” Kyuhyun rushed forward, clasping Junsu’s hand to stop the other boy from running out of the tent. “Please listen.”

“You lied to me,” Junsu sounded hurt, his gaze no longer holding affection and trust. He demanded, “Is he really your lover?”

At the slow shake of Kyuhyun’s lowered head, Junsu became even more incensed.

“I trusted you. I thought of you as one of my closest friends.” The pain and betrayal sounded so raw and Kyuhyun didn’t know how to justify himself. All he felt was guilt. “I told you all of my feelings, all of my worries. Why did you treat me like this?”

“Please… Junsu.” Kyuhyun begged, needing for this to turn out alright. “Didn’t you once say a friendship with someone of the grasslands was not easily broken. I’m sorry for lying. I do have a reason though. I had no other option at the time. Please let me fully explain.”

Junsu’s face was blank when he looked at Changmin. Neither of the Qing prince’s had moved, both watching what was happening carefully; Sungmin out of fear of getting in the way, Changmin because he still wasn’t certain what happened.

“You’re close to him right? You’re one of his friends.” Junsu didn’t wait for a response before asking, “Did you know then? That he tricked me into hiding the Fourteenth Prince?”
“I didn’t know,” Changmin admitted before Junsu launched bitter words towards Kyuhyun.
“Did you lie to him as well? You are obviously a poor choice of friend. I should go to the Emperor right now. Let’s find out what other things you have been hiding.”

Junsu started to push past the near weeping boy, his face set in angry determination. Before he could though, Kyuhyun threw himself to his knees and grabbed front of the prince’s robes. Changmin and Sungmin had both jumped up at the sign of movement towards the door.

“Please, you can hit and yell,” Kyuhyun begged, his heart twisted with fear.

Sungmin stepped forward, blocking the doorway, “It’s been a year. There is no need to bother yourself by telling the Emperor. I will tell him myself.”

“Di!” Changmin spat a warning before speaking in a calmer tone. “What can be so big that you need to go to the Emperor? Surely this can be settled without him knowing.”

“He used me to hide Fourteenth Prince! Don’t you think that is suspicious?” Junsu demanded.

“Kyuhyun is not that type of person.”

“But the Crown Prince said someone tried to assassinate him. I only protected them because I thought they were in love. What if there really was an attempt to kill the Crown Prince?”

“You do not need to be troubled. Kyuhyun and Sungmin have been playing together for years. Sungmin coming to visiting Kyuhyun in a disguise isn’t a surprise to me. You don’t need to tell the Emperor.”

“You trust him this much to not even ask for an explanation?” Junsu seemed annoyed more than angry now.

“I know exactly the type of person that Kyuhyun is. I would trust him with my life.” Kyuhyun didn’t know whether that would help, especially since Junsu seemed to be more frustrated with how much Changmin believed in Kyuhyun rather than Kyuhyun’s betrayal.

“Would you do the same if it were me? Just accept my word?” Junsu yelled.

Junsu sprang then, darting past Sungmin as quickly as a deer with Changmin straight after. Sungmin prevented Kyuhyun from following, hastily spitting out a word of advice, “Blame me. Say nothing and blame me. I am a prince, I will be okay.” They didn’t have time to say more before they raced after the others.

The two princes hadn’t got far, just outside the tent Changmin had caught Junsu and was whispering to him softly. Kyuhyun and Sungmin watched as Junsu relaxed in Changmin’s arms. Both felt a sense of awkwardness as the formerly tense atmosphere turned more intimate. They both calmed down though as Junsu sighed and nodded to whatever Changmin had said.

When he was released Junsu looked back at Kyuhyun, his mouth still pinched with sadness but
at least looking at him with wariness instead of betrayal.

“I admit, I wasn’t going to tell the Emperor, I was more annoyed at the Thirteenth Prince than you. Your panic was penance enough I suppose.” Junsu looked like he might ask more but Changmin grasped his hand and he was quiet.

“I will have to ask both you and Fourteenth Brother to leave now. I have some words I need to say to Prince Junsu.” Changmin’s voice was serious and Kyuhyun knew that whatever the Thirteenth Prince was going do would break Junsu’s heart and probably his own as well.

He watched as Changmin and Junsu walked slowly back to the tent, hands entwined, obviously both knowing what was going to happen and trying to prolong the brief calm.

**

A/N:

This was going to be updated sooner but I kind of had to battle through the 12 stages of grief concerning EXO… It’s their concert right now and I am avoiding thinking about it.

Also…
quick reminder: Didi means younger brother in Chinese. I’m guessing you guys know what Gege (big brother) means cos I use it often enough. I’ll add Jiejie (big sister) and Meimei (younger sister) so that if I ever use them (have I used them?) you will know. Maybe I should’ve written this at the beginning.

AND I noticed a couple of days ago that WOW it’s a year since I started writing this! Started this on May 1st 2013… and in recognition of that year, my beta reader (but she's more than a beta more like a editor/prop/cheerleader/babysitter/enabler who gets me through everything) wanted to leave a note as well ^^ Besides I would never have started posting this in the first place if it wasn't for her XD

Hello this is my first time introducing myself~ I'm Kristen, also known as KyuminBiased or miki. I have only betaed seventeen chapters (eighteen if you include the Zhou Mi side story), but it was very nice to be helpful. Walker likes to say that I am her cheerleader and I accept the role of cheerleader and enabler hahaha. It has been a year and twenty three days since walker started BBJX. We have both had a rough past year (isn't that the understatement of the century.) I really appreciate all of you who understand the wait between chapters, sometimes people forget that we have lives as well and you all were so kind. Thank you very much.

It is now chapter thirty and episode fifteen. It's funny how it seems like just yesterday I betaed chapter one. I have known Walker for almost two years now and I'm proud to have been a part of this adaptation. Thank you for sticking by her and enjoying her story. Please look forward to the rest of the installments and love us a lot!

Dibs!

21walker — Sat, 10 May 2014 20:37:06 GMT

Title: Dibs!
Rating: pg
Pairing: Luhan/Xiumin
Summary: Luhan is a crazy drunk person. Fill for this prompt on epm.

Minseok had finally finished his last assignment of the year and while he probably should’ve gone to bed to sleep for the next 48 hours, he, along with a couple of his other friends had decided to go crazy and attend one of the many end-of-exam parties which were being thrown all over campus.

He’d lost Joonmyun in the crowd, but he guessed the younger boy was somewhere with a new potential boyfriend/girlfriend/fuckbuddy/something-inbetween. People who thought he was the princely oppa that his face seemed to project obviously knew nothing about him.

Meandering through the rooms of what was a huge dorm house, he blushed as he walked into a room and someone screamed “DIBS!” causing most of the occupants turned to stare at him as the scream had seemed to permeate the whole room. Eyes widening he decided to slowly walk backwards out of the room.

“You scared him you moron.”

Chinese words were muttered in the few seconds silence before people decided he wasn’t that special and turned back to whatever they were doing.

“NO!”

The same voice that screamed dibs was shouted again as a very handsome, very blonde and very excitable man tried to tackle him to the floor. Side stepping the incredibly drunk man who had yet to identify himself, Minseok once more tried to make his escape.

Unfortunately, the blonde unleashed an incredibly ugly and also terribly appealing pout. “Please don’t leave me.”

“Do I know you?” Uneasiness was rising. The man was looking at him like a starving man would look at food, which was kind of flattering but also very disturbing.

“We have the rest of our lives to get to know each other!”

Nice statement but not helping Minseok, who was still trying to edge away from the clearly unhinged man.

“Erm,” Minseok’s mind seemed blank whenever he actually looked into the crazy person’s eyes. They were very pretty, and sparkly, and sometimes pretty sparkling eyes make normally sane people listen to crazy drunk people.

“You are the most beautiful person I have ever seen.” And then the cute guy with the accent who yelled dibs puked all over his shoes.

That turned into a night of Minseok having to nurse the crazy drunk Chinese person, who was apparently called Luhan, because he started to whine pitifully every time Minseok tried to leave and Minseok realised he was obviously a sucker for pretty sparkling eyes and cute button noses and faint but incredibly sexy accents.

This later evolved into Luhan following Minseok around campus trying to woo him and shouting “DIBS” at anyone who looked like they might be staring at Minseok with any sort of interest. Which in turn led to Minseok finally letting Luhan have a date, which turned into two, then ten, then 3 years of dating, a year of engagement and a beautiful wedding.

Minseok still thinks Luhan’s crazy and Luhan still thinks Minseok is the most gorgeous thing he’s ever seen. Apparently it works.

Audience

21walker — Sat, 10 May 2014 03:26:03 GMT

Title: Audience
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: D.O/Kai
Warning: some spanking
Summary: This prompt right here. Originally posted here. Kyungsoo wants to show who Jongin really belongs to.

**

Kyungsoo isn’t jealous. And he isn’t possessive. He certainly isn’t going to act like that because one of his best friends decided to hang all over a certain Kim Jongin.

He certainly isn’t in a bad mood because the best friend keeps declaring on tv that he is Kim Jongin’s biggest fan.

And he certainly isn’t planning to show that friend just who Kim Jongin actually belongs to.

*

“Hyung.”

Kyungsoo had Jongin pressed up against his bedroom door as soon as they got back. Deep kisses, his tongue instantly plundering the others mouth. Jongin had looked so fuckable dancing on the stage, throwing his comehither looks at all and sundry.

He briefly wondered just how many people wished they were in the position he was in right now, with Jongin trapped between him and the door, panting into his neck, whining for attention.

The younger boy was pressing himself as much as he could along Kyungsoo’s front, his eagerness showing as he rutted against his hyung’s thigh. The elder smirked, “Are you really that desperate?”

Only a gentle whimper of submission was his reply as he pressed his lips along the younger’s jawline, pecking little kisses that he knew Jongin adored. Kyungsoo loved that even though the younger was stronger, taller and fitter he would bend and submit for him. There was something so sexy about someone so powerful and gorgeous begging for him. There was no power rush like it. Not that he didn’t know he was handsome as well, he knew he was good-looking, he could hardly be in SM, in EXO, if he wasn’t, but Jongin – Jongin was on another level.

There was no words that could probably describe how Jongin looked when he was on his knees staring up. Kyungsoo stroked those gorgeous cheeks as the younger mouthed at his crotch. Opening the zipper, the look Jongin gave, like all he wanted in life, all he cared about was Kyungsoo’s cock, Kyungsoo felt himself harden a little more before Jongin even sucked it into his mouth.

Jongin looked so perfect like this, sweaty, make-up residue still lingering around his eyes, hair mussed and his thick lips stretch so obscenely.

Kyungsoo almost considered fucking Jongin’s mouth until he came but no, that wasn’t what this was about. That wasn’t the plan. He could do that any day.

Grabbing Jongin by the hair, he had to tug sharply to get the boy to give up his cock. He chuckled at the pathetic whine the younger emitted.

“Strip and get on the bed.”

Kyungsoo was always amused by how quickly Jongin could undress. The boy was so enthusiastic and eager, showing just how much he was a hormonal teen still. Sprawling out on his back and using that stare he had flashed to the fangirls who chanted his name earlier, Kyungsoo felt a dark possessiveness come over him. It didn’t matter who he played for in public, as long as he remembered who he really belonged to. Not those girls, not the agency, not the band. Him.

“On your hands and knees. Ass in the air, like the good boy you are.”

Jongin did so with a languid air, no shyness at that moment. He knew he looked good like this, Kyungsoo told him sometimes, in great detail, just how good he looked spread out and presenting himself for his lover.

Kyungsoo let his hand fall down on the surprisingly pale cheek, “Now that wasn’t acting like a good boy was it?”

“Sorry hyung,” Jongin whispered, feeling repentant about his vanity. Kyungsoo always said that arrogance wasn’t attractive.

“You don’t sound very sorry,” Kyungsoo murmured as he rained a few more slaps down, each harder than the last. He wasn’t worried, Jongin was always very vocal about when he didn’t like something and the sight of Jongin’s still hard cock reassured him.

“I am.” Yet Jongin still wiggled his ass up towards the blows. Each alternating between cheeks, both now red and stinging.

“Hmmmm, that obviously isn’t a very good punishment. You’re enjoying it too much.”

Kyungsoo stopped and rubbed the red handprints that know marred the previously flawless flesh. Kneading them, while Jongin whined beneath him, and separating them to look at the twitching hole. Removing one of his hands and brushing his index finger down the crack, he let it catch in the rim, dipping in ever so slightly before moved down the perineum and stroking his balls.

“Please hyung, don’t tease.” Kyungsoo oh-so-thoughtfully dragged the finger back up, circling the hole this time, before going back down again.

“You have to say it nicer than that dongsaeng.”

“Please, please, please, don’t tease,” Jongin sounded like he’d cry any moment. Obviously he was either really wound up, or it had been way too long since they last did this. Normally the younger loved being teased, loved being edged again and again, nearer his release and then having it taken away from him.

“Since you sound so desperate, I’ll be nice this time. But next time Jongin, I won’t be.” The warning was clear, Kyungsoo never broke his word, what he said he meant. Jongin shuddered in a mixture of fear and anticipation.

The elder shuffled off to the side, moving bottles that lay around on the bedside table until he found the one he was after. Going back to kneeling between his lovers legs, he dribbled the cold lube directly on to his hole, watching the involuntary shuddering going up the younger’s back. Jongin always hated being cold but he didn’t make a sound as Kyungsoo rubbed the lube around the rim and sunk his finger into the heat. Wiggling it in, he smoothed his other hand down the other’s back, reassuring him and getting him to relax. Jongin thrived on touch, he shied away from it on camera and in public but in the privacy of their dorm he loved to snuggle and know that people were near him, paying him attention.

Once he was able to easily move one in and out, he added a second, twisting and scissoring them, preparing for the stretch later on. He aimed straight for the prostrate when he added the third, knowing that the burn on by now would be starting to irritate the younger. Jongin writhed and moaned, pushing back until Kyungsoo wasn’t even moving his hand at all, Jongin was riding it, intent on seeking out as much pleasure as possible.

Deciding that Jongin had had enough and noticing the time, Kyungsoo pulled out, causing Jongin to groan in protest and his hole to gape around thin air. He couldn’t resist watching it for a few long seconds as Jongin shuffled, uncomfortable, his face now buried in the duvet, muffling his pleading.

Moving forward to press light kisses up Jongin’s spine, he bit down harshly on his nape as he thrust in, taking in the yowl of the one beneath him. Taking a few moments for the younger to relax, the tension starting to seep out, Kyungsoo nipped light bruises along Jongin’s shoulders, claiming what was his, marking for others to see.
Starting up a rhythm that was getting faster and harder, Jongin panted, moaned and bit into the pillow which was getting damp with his tears and the spit from his ever open mouth. Kyungsoo hitting his spot and then missing, deliberately preventing him from chasing that orgasm to the end. Just as he was nearing his release, he heard Kyungsoo’s phone alarm beep once and fingers yank his head back, bearing his face for a wide eyed Chanyeol in the open door way to see.

Kyungsoo thrust right into his sweet spot at that very second, harder than any other time that night, the angle exaggerated with him being pulled up, the nerve endings on his head screaming in pain but adding to the intense pleasure and his back bent in an obscenely provocative way, skin red from the spanking, bruised from the bites and blotchy from his intense arousal. He was sure he was a sight, especially with his face shining from sweat and tears. He groaned as he came untouched, come spurting out on his chest and the bed in front of him. He made sure to project the erotic noise at the shocked rapper, because if he was there it was only because Kyungsoo wanted him there. And if Kyungsoo wanted Chanyeol to see Kim Jongin being fucked until he came on Do Kyungsoo’s cock alone then he would make sure he gave a good show.

He was an idol after all and idols always played for their audience.

**

This is for Miki who is an evil enabler and who encouraged me to fill this when I should've been working on other stuff orz *shame on you*

Hot Mess

21walker — Fri, 09 May 2014 20:24:13 GMT

Title: Hot Mess
Rating: pg-13
Pairing: Chen with mystery guests
Warning: Don't drink kids
Disclaimer: I wish this happened in real life...
Summary: Inspired by this prompt on epm.

Jongdae groaned as he wriggled his head further under his pillow. The sun was too bright right now (why didn’t he shut the curtains?!) and his head hurt so bad (he wasn’t going to think about how much he drank last night) and his mouth tasted like the inside of a dustbin.

He wanted so badly to just pretend the world didn’t exist but he knew he had a midday lecture over at the business school which was the other side of campus because a burst pipe had flooded the music lecture room he normally was in. So not only did he have to walk for 30 minutes to get to a lecture that was usually only 5 minutes away he also had to find the bloody room. He really hated that all his classes had attendance checks right now.

He also really hated his friends for guilt tripping him to going out last night. Sure Baekhyun had just broken up with his stupid girlfriend, but did he really care? After all he and Baekhyun weren’t that close (only best friends since primary school) and he shouldn’t be punished for Baekhyun’s stupidity in dating a girl who was as flaky as she was beautiful (he admits she was smoking, even if he was as gay as they come). Plus he had a tendency to go overboard when he went drinking (and by overboard he meant walking off the plank into the deep blue sea of alcohol and blurry dancing).

Trying to work out his plan of attack to getting ready for the day, he walked through what he was going to do in his head just so he wouldn’t have to think about it when he’d finally managed to get his limbs to do as he wanted.

Just as he was trying to work out whether he should splash out on a latte with an extra shot (especially if he spent as much as he thinks he did last night) he heard a groan. A very deep and sexy groan but a groan that definitely wasn’t his.

Opening his eyes a millimetre and deciding he’d better investigate because Joonmyun currently had very strict rules about overnight guests as he called them and he really didn’t want another lecture on the safety of one night stands when he felt like this.

Slowly raising his arms to remove the pillow currently trying to suffocate him (he refused to admit he might have done it to himself – pillows were obviously out to get him), he acknowledged that the pain and physical exhaustion he might have felt through his body earlier may not just have been from heavy drinking (more like his arse was in serious discomfort – this guy must be hung like a horse. It felt like his first time all over again) and the rank taste in his mouth not just from too many shots of tequila. He also too a moment to realise that it felt like an octopus was wrapped around him as he could no longer move (seriously how many limbs did this guy have?) due to being hugged from what seemed like both sides.

His mind blurry and still trying to remember who he brought home and how long it would take to evict them (and also how to possible turn over cos this guy’s arms were fucking heavy) he felt movement. Unable to comprehend why he was still able to feel an arm across his back when clearly he just felt it being removed shifted around in slow degrees (his head and ass both hurt and he wasn’t going to rush cos nobody rushs Kim Jongdae, including Kim Jongdae).

Managing to finally turn around he took a deep breath before sitting up, after all he still couldn’t remember who had brought home (not that this hadn’t happened before – he had a bad memory, don’t judge - though he admitted not to Yixing's standard) and he might know (from experience) of cases where one night stands aren’t the lookers they were the night before when alcohol was in the mix.

Looking down, he took a moment to comprehend what he was seeing. There was one golden tanned arm, and one very pale, almost translucent arm. Clearly two very different arms coming from opposite sides of him. Either he had a dismembered Frankenstein’s monster or he had two very different people in his bed.

He let his sink in before swearing very loudly.

(At least that explained why his ass hurt so much)

**

(Its Kai and Sehun....)

Also I was procrastinating when I wrote this. I tend to jump from story to story and never sit on one long enough to finish it...

Eyes On The Moon - Chapter 6

21walker — Wed, 07 May 2014 07:29:30 GMT

Title: Eyes on the Moon
Pairings: Luhan/Baekhyun, Kris/Suho, Kris/Yixing; side, Xiumin/Tao, Kai/Sehun
Genre: werewolf, omegaverse
Rating: PG-13 (this chapter)
Summary: Suho is the new Alpha of a depleted and damaged pack.

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Chapter 6

Suho had calmed down considerably by the time he had gotten back to the pack house. He knew there was no longer anything he could do. Or at least what he could do would be suicide for him and death for his pack. That just wasn’t an option for him. Just the idea of anything happening to the rest of his pack made his wolf growl and rise to the surface. He spent a few minutes soothing it before getting out of the car and entering his home.

Entering the house, he noticed the silence. Normally at least one person would be making a racket somewhere. But the house was sombre and his pack members were quietly mourning the loss of Baekhyun’s bond.

He sighed as guilt flooded him and he hurried to his room, because there was nothing worse than seeing an Alpha weaken. Only in private would he allow even a hint of his feelings.

**

Jongin sunk into the shadows as he watched the block of flats across the road. He had been watching them for days but today, today was the day he would finally act. Maybe he was distracting himself, but he needed to and this was something that was supposed to be happening anyway.

His wolf agreed that this was the perfect time to strike. They just needed to wait for darkness to fall and for the early hours of the morning, when humans slept and everything else that seemed normal during the day, let themselves, lose.

**

Suho awoke with a start. His Second had nudged him through their mental bond, quickly informing him that he had bitten his target and was on his way back to the house with the new wolf. He wanted Suho to be prepared for their new arrival.

Relaxing into his duvet because he had another 20 minutes before they arrived, Suho thought about his own target. Amber Liu was an ideal candidate for his pack, though he felt bad that she would be the only female for a few months. Maybe he should go scouting among the rogues, though he doubted they would want to join such a weak pack.

He reminded himself that his pack was technically under Kris’ protection now, so it would surely project stability and strength more than it had before. Not that Suho was happy with the way his pack had landed themselves in the other Alpha’s pocket.

He got out of bed still tired. Severing a mental bond was always tiring. He was just glad that Baekhyun hadn’t been alone long.

Suho reached the front hallway just as Jongin parked on the driveway, so he opened the door and waited patiently for their newest member to be carried in.

Turning was a painful process for some, for others, they barely remember it. The entire body changes, your mind is altered, magic is imbued into the new wolf’s bones and blood. Magic is vital, without it their entire being would be impossible. How else would a man be able to turn into a beast?

Suho rarely remembers the days before he was bitten, but he remembers how he never believe in magic. He had been a man of science and business and practicality. He laughs now as he remembers his lack of belief when he was turned, his naivety and ignorance.

It was rare but some humans didn’t make the transition to werewolf. They couldn’t cope with the magic, the body rejected it, or the mind collapsed, or something happened. This boy looked fine though. Suho could tell already just by seeing him that he would be okay. He wasn’t even shaking, just in a deep sleep. The length of time it took for the change to take place varied from person to person but the minimum was usually 12 hours.

“He really does look like you.” Chanyeol stares at the boy in Jongin’s arms, as the Second walked in and headed for the stairs. The beta had wandered over when he had noticed Suho standing by the front door. “Is your vanity starting to show? Are we going to be overrun by your clones soon?”

“Shut up,” was the only reply before Jongin disappeared down the landing towards an empty bedroom. A lot of the bedrooms were empty now, Kyungsoo and Sehun had been given the grim job of clearing and cleaning them out after the battle and the aftermath had settled. The smells of the dead pack members was haunting and getting rid of it had been the only way to calm the unease of their wolves.

Suho waved for Chanyeol to follow him as he followed the other alpha.

“Did he put up much of a struggle?”

A shake of a head answered Suho’s question before Jongin expanded. “He was too surprised. I went up the fire escape and through an open window. Didn’t give him a second to think before I bit.”

“Do you want me to explain or do you want to? It is your first isn’t it?” Suho tilted his head as he watched the younger try to decide.

“I think I should. I feel responsible for him.”

“That’s good. You need to learn more responsibilities. You have been doing well. I know you never expected to be Second.” He was so proud of how well Jongin was coping and so sent a wave of emotion towards the younger, nearly overwhelming the other. Ignoring the glassy eyes, he asked the younger. “Do you want me to stay?”

“No, I’ll be okay. You should rest, hyung. I know you’ve had a long day.” Jongin smiled, knowing how hard Suho must be taking the loss of Baekhyun. “I will introduce you in the morning and you can perform the ceremony a few days before the full moon, like you suggested.”

“Chanyeol will stay with you.” The beta had been standing in the doorway the whole time, listening quietly except for when he whimpered at the force of Suho’s pleased emotions earlier. Nothing made a wolf more content or emotional then when their Alpha was proud of them. “Wake me if anything happens.”

Suho sighed before he left the room. Hopeful that the new wolf would be fine. Besides if there was any problems, Jongin would wake him.

**

Luhan stared in confusion at his mate. The boy was trembling the other side of the bed were he had scrambled the moment he had awoken. The stench of fear coiled around him and Luhan had no idea why his mate was reacting this way.

His mate was supposed to fall in love with him at first sight the way he had. When Luhan had seen the tiny omega snuggling into his pillow, tiny puppy whines emitted now and then, he hadn’t been able to resist wrapping himself around the younger wolf. He was his now and he had to make sure the omega didn’t smell of anyone else. Baekhyun, which was his omegas name, did not smell acceptable when he first came in. He smelt like another pack, and other alphas. Which both Luhan and his wolf agreed was wrong.

But now that Baekhyun was awake he wasn’t talking or laughing or being happy the way Luhan wanted him to be. They should be getting ready to mate properly yet he was staring at him like he was the scariest thing he had ever seen. Luhan was confused.

**

“Get out!”

Both of the men at either end of the bed turned and stared. Yixing glared at his mate’s cousin and repeated his demand.

“NO!” Luhan growled, his eyes flashing as the wolf which was dangerously near the surface most of the time started to get even nearer.

“Look at him Luhan. He’s shaking in fear. You’re frightening him. Your wolf has clouded your mind so much that you are practically incapable of human interaction anymore!”

Yixing continued to stare down the Second, knowing it was only possible because Kris was supporting him. Even when Kris was, for all intends and purposes, ignoring him, he still responded and helped his mate. He could sense his mate leaving his office and starting to walk towards the lifts. Obviously the Alpha couldn’t directly come into the room, this was a delicate enough situation as it was without adding another alpha, even if he was bonded, into the room. Yixing as an omega was no threat at all. Kris would only intervene directly if he thought someone would get hurt.

“But,” Luhan looked like a little boy who had been denied ice cream instead of one of the most deadly werewolves in Asia.

“But nothing. Are you that crazed?”

Luhan growled in warning. Crazy werewolves were ones who couldn’t connect to humanity anymore, who gave themselves completely to their wolves. Luhan might have gotten too close to the edge over the years for that to be anything other than a jab at an open wound.

A whimper from the omega opposite Luhan shifted their attention. The alpha looked like he would jump the poor boy any second, his gaze hungry and frankly, Yixing knew if it wasn’t for Kris’s steady watchfulness he wouldn’t be able to control this situation.

“Leave. I’ll explain to him.” Yixing tried to placate the more powerful wolf. In reality if Luhan really wanted Baekhyun no one would be able to stop him. “You don’t want to scare your mate do you? You’ve waited for him for so long. You want him to be happy. You don’t want him like this.”

Luhan frowned as he switched between looking at the two omegas. Clearly Luhan was talking with his wolf. Yixing hoped that the more human Luhan would persuade his wolf that claiming Baekhyun right now, when he was clearly frightened would be the worst decision he could ever make. Raping omegas did happen. When an alpha caught the scent and was desperate for a mate, much like Luhan was right now. Yixing knew that he was lucky to have been born into a progressive pack, never seeing for himself the abuses some omegas faced, even though he had been bonded in a political alliance.

Luhan wouldn’t want to traumatise his mate, not when he had waited centuries. A little while longer, just until Baekhyun settled, until he understood what was going on. Yixing begged in his mind for Luhan to go, to relax, to not terrify the boy any further.

“Fine,” Luhan huffed. The tension that had filled the room and been suffocating a few moments before dissipated as the alpha got off the bed and walked towards the door. “But he’s not allowed to leave the floor.”
Yixing nodded, relieved at the simply request. Luhan, as Second, had a whole floor to himself. By not letting Baekhyun leave his territory he was reminding him of his claim but since the floor was large and had plenty of rooms he was allowing Baekhyun enough freedom to explore.

As the door closed behind the petulant Second, Yixing finally allowed himself to properly look at the other omega. And to introduce himself.

“I’m Yixing, Kris’s mate and I’m really glad to meet you, Baekhyun.”

**

AN:

I'm really sorry this has taken so long. I have had the biggest writers block for this fic. I literally have sat for hours trying to churn something out. I have given up and decided to post this anyway since I was originally planning to post this on Luhan's birthday and then it was Baekhyun's birthday and right now I feel kinda like a failure.

Also I have been unwell recently... And life has generally kicked me in the (metaphorical) balls in everyway.

Bu Bu Jing Xin - Chapter 29

21walker — Tue, 06 May 2014 01:50:56 GMT

Title: Bu Bu Jing Xin (Startling By Each Step)
Pairings: Kyuhyun centric, there will be various pairing/friendships, main wonkyu though hankyu, eunkyu, kyumin, changkyu also present. Also Hanchul, Eunhae, Minsu, and so many others I can't actually remember them all.
Genre: Historical, humour, angst, romance
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: There will be character death (near the end though), plus some characters will have really sad endings (for spoilers watch the drama!) and also will probably add smut sometime.
Summary: Kyuhyun gets hit by a car and wakes up not in the the body of a 25 year old computer analyst like he expected but in the body of a 16 year old noble boy in the Qing dynasty. Confused and annoyed he then ends up entangled in the lives of the Princes he had learnt about in history class, as well as one of the messiest battles for the throne in China's history.

A/N: This is a SuJu version of the drama Bu Bu Jing Xin. I don't know whether anyone has written one before, if they have let me know, I'd love to read it! I will be sticking to the plot quite closely, I am in no way amazing enough to think up all this, I will change some stuff and add side stories of some characters that I love to bits and wanted developing more. I have no idea why I decided to post this. I think my love for this drama and Kyuhyun one day decided to drive me crazy.

Character Guide

Prologue / 1 / 2 / 3 / 4 / 5 / 6 / 7 / 8 / 9 / 10 / 11 / 12 / 13 / 14 / 15 / 16 / 17 / 18 / 19 / 20 / 21 / 22 / 23 / 24 / 25 / 26 / 26.5 / 27 / 28

Chapter 29

New Year had once again appeared and celebrations were occurring all over Beijing. Kyuhyun snuggled into his blanket in front of a small brazier. The Imperial physician still hadn’t cleared him to work so he wasn’t serving the Emperor at the official celebrations like he had the previous few years.

“It’s freezing out there,” Ryeowook came running in and jumped next to Kyuhyun getting as near the fire as possible without burning himself.

Kyuhyun shuffled over to allow Kyuhyun under the cover with him and asked, “I thought you were on duty this evening?”

Ryeowook hummed as he snuggled into the elder’s side. “I asked Eunuch Leeteuk if someone else could take my place.”

“But the attending servants always get presents, plus they get to see all the performances and all the most famous and celebrated people in the land.”

“It doesn’t matter,” Ryeowook mumbled. “You would be lonely and no one should be alone during the New Year.”

“I don’t mind being alone,” Kyuhyun replied but wrapped his arms around the boy all the same.

“I brought back some delicious food!”

“You’ve won me over,” Kyuhyun laughed as the younger got up and hurried to pick up the basket he had abandoned in his pursuit of warmth.

“Let’s eat, drink and celebrate the New Year without having to worry about serving others,” Ryeowook spoke happily as he set up a table, filled with alcohol and food that he had sneaked out of the kitchen, in front of Kyuhyun.

Kyuhyun watched as the other glowed with happiness and was glad that he had the younger boy to distract him. He had already been sinking into his own dark thoughts before Ryeowook’s arrival but now he was thinking about how lucky he was to have gained such a loyal friend in this lonely palace. He had no idea what he would do if he didn’t have Ryeowook’s cheery disposition to lighten up his dark moments.

As the night progressed the thought about the Eighth Prince and what would’ve happened if he had really given up his dream of the throne. Would history be completely rewritten? Would I even have been born? Would I have disappeared in his arms? If I had never existed I wouldn’t have been able to get him to give up the throne…

Kyuhyun shook his head to clear his thoughts, refusing to think of Hangeng any longer. Rehashing everything over and over again in his mind didn’t help him at all so he should just stop.

Hearing the fireworks signalling the New Year, Kyuhyun looked over at Ryeowook who had fallen asleep clutching his cup. His alcohol tolerance wasn’t up to Kyuhyun’s own yet but he doubted Ryeowook drank as frequently as he did. Changmin often sneaked into his quarters with bottles of rice wine.

Getting up, he walked out into the courtyard and watched the bright flashes in the dark sky. As he stood there he made a resolution, and he was determined to stick to it, starting tomorrow.

**

Your Highness, Fourth Prince,

I have made a resolution that in this lifetime I will not marry. I only want to follow the lamp of Buddha and read scriptures for my mother. I beg for your understanding and respect for this decision.

Kyuhyun stared at the letter that he had rewritten a dozen times that morning. Deciding that it was the best he could probably do he placed it in a bundle that he had made containing all the gifts he had received from Siwon, including the glass bottle, his latest gift and the magnolia pendant, that was his first.

More sadly he looked at the box that contained all the letters he had been sent by the Eighth Prince. Picking them all up, he considered reading them again before pausing and reminding himself that he would just he torturing himself if he did that.

Wrapping them in a separate cloth, he stood regarding the two bundles that sat forlornly on his desk. Glaring at them both as if they were deliberately trying to provoke him, Kyuhyun jumped as he heard a knock on the door.

Opening it he came face to face with Minseok, who was shivering in the cold. Greeting the boy, he felt bad when he asked him to wait as he had something he wanted him to return with.

Kyuhyun walked back into his room and stared at the envelope in his grasp. He debated opening it before stuffing it in the smaller bundle and going back out to Hangeng’s servant.

“Sorry to trouble you. Hurry back now. It’s too cold for you out here.”

“It’s no trouble,” Minseok smiled brightly even though Kyuhyun could tell he was freezing. He hurried off, for which Kyuhyun was glad, because he was of half a mind to call out for the return of the package and it’s contents.

But the stronger part applauded. From now on I’ll have nothing to do with the Eighth Prince. This is truly cutting off ties.

He smiled as it grew later in the day and Sehun hadn’t turned up. It meant that Siwon was no longer interested and that would be for the best. Humming to himself as he busied himself clearing out his room, he found he wasn’t actually surprised when he heard another knock on his door.

He called the other servant in and smiled wryly at himself for hoping that Siwon had forgotten about him. He wasn’t that lucky.

Sehun grinned and wished him a happy new year as he held out a package. Accepting it, he once again asked for the servant to wait because he wanted him to take something back to his master.

Kyuhyun opened to box and let out a little smile in admiration of the gorgeous jade hairpin placed within it. Closing it he slotted it into the bundle he had prepared earlier and gave it to the younger servant.

“Please deliver this to your master for me.”

“Rest assured,” Sehun bowed before disappearing into the snowy gardens that bordered his courtyard.

Kyuhyun let out a sigh of relief and hoped that he got the message across clearly to both men.

New year, new start!

**

Unknown to Kyuhyun, two different reactions were taking place.

In the Fourth’s estate, clear laughter was heard from the master’s study. A first for many of the retainers who were stood at attention around area.

In the Eighth’s, the smashing of a tea cup and the withdrawal of their master into his personal chambers for the rest of the day was the reaction to a small package delivered by one of his most trusted men.

**

Kyuhyun couldn’t help the unrest that filled him. He was still too weak to serve the Emperor and spring was approaching. He had days of doing nothing but thinking, which was not helping him.

Ryeowook brought news that Eighth Prince was looking unwell, with his clothes looser than they use to be. The Fourth Prince was apparently his normal imperturbable self.

Regret filled him and his resolve crumbled and rebuilt itself time after time.

He was never so happy to return to work as he was when the imperial physician cleared him for duty.

**

“Gege!”

Zhou Mi looked up from where he was bent over examining a flower to see his younger brother rushing towards him.

“How are you here?!” Kyuhyun hugged the elder, relief filling his heart for the first time in a long time.

Contentment settled over him as his felt his brother gently stroke his head, like he did when he was younger and cried for his mother who was never going to return.

“Consort Sooyeon helped me.”

Mi pushed his didi away and pulled him to sit on a stone bench situated in the courtyard in front of Kyuhyun’s quarters.

“If I had other choices, I wouldn’t have bothered her at all.” ZhouMi was glad that he had such an understanding and pleasant mother-in-law. Sooyeon had always tried to accommodate and help her son’s wives as much as possible.

“What’s wrong?” Kyuhyun was suddenly struck that something must be wrong for his brother to be sitting outside his room.

“My heart felt anxious about you, so I came as quickly as I could.”

Kyuhyun felt a deep sense of love for his brother at that moment. Mi had gone out of his comfort zone and travelled into the palace to find him and reassure him. He didn’t deserve such a wonderful ge.

“You rejected Hangeng?”

The younger realised that his brother would have no idea what had happened between his brother and husband, unless Hangeng himself talked to him. Which was unlikely given the prince’s character.

Kyuhyun’s sad face showed Mi everything he needed to know.

“You rejected a man you could’ve spent your life with.” Mi looked serious, “But this is your life and your happiness, so I will support whatever choice you make.” The elder’s supportive smile and nod filled Kyuhyun with such solace that he felt like crying from the release of emotions.

“Do you still feel bad?” Mi asked, a smile still curled round his lips.

“No,” was the small whine Kyuhyun released before crying into his brother's shoulder.

Mi sat and rocked the younger, glad that he could be here and alleviate some of the pain that he knew the boy was suffering. The only think he would ever wish for was Kyuhyun’s happiness.

Kyuhyun felt like his heart was at ease for the first time in a long time.

**

The Emperor and his court had gone on a trip to the Wutai Mountain, a spiritual trip to one of the oldest temples in China. As Kangin had gotten older, he had thought more about his health, both spiritually and physically.

Kyuhyun had been invited by Kangin himself, but the tea maid had begged off. He was still weak compared to before the winter and while he had returned to his duties within the palace, outside the palace on an expedition, he would have a severely reduced staff and he didn’t want to have such a heavy workload too soon.

Kangin had agreed but been slightly put out, telling his young servant that Wutai was beautiful and that the last time he had visited the temple, 7 years ago, Kyuhyun hadn’t been in the palace. But he had also been quick to tell Kyuhyun to eat and rest well while he was away and to fuss over how thin the boy had gotten. Kyuhyun was once again reminded of how generous and caring the Emperor was to his personal staff, even if he gave a cold and regal persona to the rest of the world.

Kyuhyun had been left with little to do, apart from organising stock and testing new recipes and tea ingredients. Ryeowook was away with the Emperor, Leeteuk telling him that as the head tea maid wasn’t able to make the trip, his deputy would definitely have to.

Being alone was peaceful and calming, Kyuhyun spent days wandering around the gardens and felt the least restricted he had ever felt since he entered the palace. No formal duties and being healthy enough to enjoy it.
He had read and drawn, practiced his calligraphy, attempted sewing and then giving up because his work was incredibly shoddy. He let himself revel in not being scrutinised by anyone or having to worry over his feelings about Hangeng. He felt like the wound that gaped at the end of the last year was healing, though the scar tissue would always remain hidden within him.

It was on one of his meandering walks that he found himself at the viewing platform, hidden and mostly forgotten at the far end of the lake. He liked to come here to think, knowing that he was one of the few that ventured there, in fact he had never seen anyone leaning against the railings like he did that day.

Entering the wooden structure, he was greeted with the raised eyebrows of the Fourth Prince.

Bowing automatically, Kyuhyun whispered his greetings while trying to work out whether Siwon would try and talk to him. This was the first time he had chance to see the older man since he had sent back the package on the first day of the new year.

“You also like the lilies here?” Siwon’s voice was genuinely curious. Kyuhyun had noticed how over the years, Siwon no longer seemed so emotionless. Maybe he was able to read the subtle emotions better now, or maybe the prince was showing him a side he didn’t show others.

“I like the peace and quiet here.”

The prince hummed before walking between two trees towards the bank. There was no path yet it seemed like Siwon knew what he was doing. He looked back at Kyuhyun, and said, “I’ll take you to a place that’s really peaceful.”

Kyuhyun walked forward to see Siwon pull a rope that lead to a boat. Kyuhyun had never noticed it before and while it wasn’t hidden, it was nestled between two rocky outcrops. No one would realise it was there unless they were looking. The prince was looking at him with an expression of expectation, though to most it probably seemed blank. Kyuhyun felt a thrill run through him that this prince was waiting so patiently for him, even if no one else would be able to tell. It was like a secret language that Kyuhyun had started to decipher, something only a few people knew, and it felt special.

“How did you know about the boat?”

Siwon’s face remained impassive but his eyes twinkled. “I like this place, so I had a boat put here.” The next words made Kyuhyun blink, but he still followed them, “Come in the boat with me.”

The warm clasp of the prince’s hand as he helped him into the small boat and the steady gaze that remained on him as the prince rowed out onto the lake and into the giant water lily beds,but he didn’t stop there. Kyuhyun hardly paid notice to where they were going as he watched the man in front of him. They watched each other, only a few feet between them, trapped in a small boat in the middle of a lake.

Kyuhyun jolted in shock when the prince stopped and pulled up the paddles. Looking around he noticed they were in a secluded area, surrounded by reeds and lily plants. He could barely see 2 metres in any direction and he doubted anyone could find them even if they tried. The lilies were beautiful and so much larger than he had seen anywhere else, the only sounds the birds in the distance and the faint buzzing of insects.

“I’m going to have a rest, you can do what you like,” a small smirk graced the older man’s lips for only a second before disappearing. Kyuhyun wasn’t sure how he let himself get into this situation, to be at the mercy of another. Especially someone who he was supposed to be avoiding. But when the prince was in front of him and telling him to get into the boat he felt powerless to disobey, not just because Siwon was a prince and he was a maid, but in a way that made him think he would do whatever Siwon wanted, whenever he asked, whether he was a prince or not.

Trepidation and a slither of fear creep up yet the larger man, just lent back and closed his eyes. Disbelief that the prince was really going to just sleep filled him. He sat for a few moments in shock, just staring, before deciding that there was no way for him to leave or do anything until the Fourth Prince wished so he might as well nap as well.

Disgruntled and annoyed at the heat of the sun now bearing down on him, Kyuhyun pulled out a small handkerchief and laid it over his face. There was no way he was going to let the Fourth Prince see his face when he slept, what if he drooled?! He tried not to think why he so bothered about the idea of drooling in front of the other man.

Plus sunburn would not look good on him. Part of him wished for the modern day array of sunscreens that filled the chemists shelves. Thinking about the future, he realised he hadn’t thought about that time in a while. He was slowly forgetting day by day that he wasn’t from this time, this wasn’t really his world. More prominently in his mind, he really wished he could have an iced coffee at that moment.

He smiled at his own flippancy. Five years ago when he landed here he wouldn’t have believed he could ever be so relaxed when thinking about how he was stuck in the past.

He drifted off to the idea of ice cream and air conditioning and cold frappés.

**

Kyuhyun awoke with a start when he felt someone hovering above him. Siwon’s face greeted him, eyes intense as they bore into his.

“Don’t look at me like that.”

The darkness and want that Kyuhyun could feel boring into him made his heart race and so he did the only thing he could think of which was hold up the abandoned handkerchief between their faces.

“Let it go.”

“Promise not to look at me like that.”

“Let it down,” amusement seemed to have seeped into the prince’s words and Kyuhyun peeked around it to see the elder’s eyes softer now, with fondness in them rather than the previous craving.

A warmth settled over Kyuhyun, and he was made aware of alone they were. No one would be out on the lake, especially not in this lily bed. No one could see them, or interrupt them. No one even knew they were here together. He shifted slightly and realised how close the prince had gotten, Siwon was hovering over him, his largeness blanketing him and he felt a frisson of heat scurry down his back.

The tenderness that shined in the elder man’s eyes made Kyuhyun forget that this was the stoic and scary Fourth Prince, the future Emperor of Qing, and the man who would destroy the lives of many people he cared for. The only thing he could think about was if those lips would be as firm as he remembered and he didn’t want to think about it a second longer as he leaned up and pressed his lips with the other mans. Their bodies were flush against each other as Kyuhyun gave in and let himself be swept away by need and desire.

They broke away to pant into each others mouths, their foreheads pressed together as their eyes remained glued to each other.

Siwon’s voice sounded deeper than usual as he gasped out, “One will lose his consciousness and rationality if he gets lost in beautiful things.”

“Are you calling me beautiful?” Kyuhyun laughed brightly. He couldn’t quite grasp that he was floating in a boat, with Siwon pressed above him and the prince was quoting scripture at him.

“You are very beautiful, but we should stop now. It is getting late and soon people will notice both our absences.” Siwon pressed one last kiss to the younger’s month before getting up. He waited for Kyuhyun to organise himself before starting to row back to the shore.

Siwon’s face became more and more serious and aloof as they neared the bank. This time Kyuhyun knew it was all an act, a mask for the rest of the world. Not one word was exchanged between them from Siwon helping Kyuhyun out of the boat to them separating quickly as they headed down different paths.

Kyuhyun shivered as he realised what he had just done. Even as he scolded himself, another part was amazed at the intensity of the kiss and how he hadn’t felt that with anyone before, not even with his past boyfriends in the 21st century.

He wondered what the Fourth Prince would do next. He snorted as he remembered the letter he had previously sent Siwon.

So much for devoting my life Buddha.

***

AN:

I made a poll asking which story I should update and this won!

It would've been up yesterday but my back seized up again and I could hardly type, plus my meds made me super sleepy so I just watched the drama... for like the thousandth time.

Life has been crazy for me recently. I don't know which way is up most of the time. Sorry for the long gap between updates.

Here is a deleted scene: ChangKyu best friend drinking time. I suppose I could have put it in... But this chapter was more about Kyu moving on from his bad break up with Hangeng and the start of him focussing more on Siwon. I can hear the happy cheers of WonKyu shippers already xD

I hope everyone's lives are going better than mine are. Please be patient with the updates. You never have to fear me abandoning this - seriously, this story is my baby. I would stop writing every other fic before I stopped writing this one.

Love you all <3

Comments make me happy and inspire me when I am in a funk (not that I am pressuring you guys - I am a silent reader sometimes lol) ^^

IF THIS MAKES NO SENSE I BLAME ALL THE MEDS I AM ON RIGHT NOW!!! THEY ARE STRONG! (like seriously - i am glad they are though, i have never been in so much pain in my life and i am a huge wimp)

Deleted Scene (Bu Bu Jing Xin)

21walker — Tue, 06 May 2014 01:50:00 GMT

Changmin and Kyuhyun drinking and discussing Junsu...

Changmin lounged on the chair opposite Kyuhyun’s, both drowsy and more relaxed than normal because of the wine they had been consuming steadily and the company which they knew would not judge them.

“On the trip, I saw Prince Junsu,” Kyuhyun spoke softly, knowing that this would be a sensitive subject.

The Qing Prince hummed but didn’t make a move, however his friend noticed the tension that suddenly filled the previously relaxed atmosphere. The royal avoided his friend’s eyes and fiddled with his wine flask.

“It wouldn’t work…”

“Is there no-”

Kyuhyun was cut off by a frustrated sigh.

“He is of the grasslands. He was raised on freedom and vast plains. If I brought him back here and placed him in a gilded cage would he survive?” Changmin’s voice was emotionless and hollow. “He is a gentle creature compared to the pretty wives of the Imperial court. They would eat him alive and he wouldn’t even realise what was happening. And Soojung… There is no way I would subject Junsu to having to be in the same household as that witch.”

“Changmin,” Kyuhyun let sympathy and understanding fill that word as he tried to think of words to comfort the other man.

“He was suffocate here. And I wouldn’t be able to live with myself watching him suffer. It’s bad enough with Qian-” Changmin stopped talking as emotion threatened to overwhelm him.

Kyuhyun remained silent but watched as his friend gulp down more wine, not in enjoyment like earlier but as a way to numb the pain and confusion.

“I couldn’t commit to him. He deserves better than me.”

Kyuhyun held his tongue and just watched, unable to find any words of comfort, as his friend drank long into the night.

The Favourite Maknae Test - Prologue

21walker — Sat, 03 May 2014 21:20:34 GMT

Title: The Favourite Maknae Test
Pairings: Surprise pairings, bff!KaiTaoHun
Genre: Humour, non-au, crack?
Rating: PG all the way
Summary: The maknaes want to know, once and for all, who is the favourite.

How It Started...

“I am clearly the favourite maknae. I am the youngest and definitely the cutest.”

Tao and Jongin shared a look of disbelief before turning back to their friend.

“You’re kidding right? Cos I am definitely cuter, you either look like a bitch or a dweeb the majority of the time. I do better aegyo and I have half the hyungs wrapped round my finger.”

“You don’t have them all though,” Jongin pointed out casually only to get a fierce glare from the eldest. He decided not to say anything else as he watched the two others descend into another petty fight. This happened on a daily basis, a bitchfight erupting over some tiny issue that neither agreed on but would be over in 10 minutes, both easily distracted, normally uniting about something completely different, typically it was bullying one of the hyungs.

“I have just as many hyungs wrapped round my fingers as you!” Sehun frowned bringing the conversation back round in a circle. “I bet I can make them pick me as favourite.”

“I don’t think so,” Tao’s eyes narrowed in warning.

“We should make them tell us!” Sehun declared, sure that if they asked the hyungs would pick him as the best maknae for sure. After all he was the official maknae and he was adorable and handsome and no one else could pull of rainbow hair like he could.

Jongin laughed, “What are you going to do? Make them vote? There is no way you could do that fairly. There would be bribery, bullying, bartering and worse. Think about who you are talking about here.” He laughed even harder as he imagined the pandemonium if Tao and Sehun declared a maknae elections.

Sehun had his serious face on while he watched Jongin nearly piss himself laughing. “We could test them though.”

Tao smirked as his brain followed Sehun’s, his eyes sparkling with excitement. “It would have to be a secret though. If they knew they would deliberately be difficult.”

Jongin had stopped laughing when he heard the two others talking in a calm way. Warning bells started going off in his head and getoutgetoutgetout flashed across his minds eye.

Sehun nodded in agreement and added, “Jongin would have to take part as well.”

“Of course,-”

“What?!”

“-he is a maknae as well and it also roots out any…” Tao struggled to find the Korean word, while Jongin tried to work out what was going on exactly. Sehun nodded at Tao, understanding even if no one else did.

Jongin sat there in a state of ever growing confusion as they debated what tests they should devise, rules that were needed and how this would be a fair test. Sighing to himself, he decided that if he was going to be dragged into the madness anyway he might as well save himself a fight (it wouldn’t really be a fight with him against both Sehun and Tao - they get everything they want whether you like it or not) and join in voluntarily. Plus this way he can influence the proceedings, so he waded into the discussion about how to test who was the favourite maknae of EXO.

Besides… he was the least bratty and the nicest so surely he would win. No one said he wasn’t competitive. And for a bonus he could hold this over Tao and Sehun’s heads forever.

Words You Can't Hear

21walker — Sat, 26 Apr 2014 21:53:12 GMT

Title: Words You Can't Hear
Pairing: Siwon/Kyuhyun
Rating: PG
Warning: Character Death
Word Count: 328

He watched the male every day. He watched him getting up in the morning with swollen eyes and tear tracks on his cheeks. He would watch the man stumble to the bathroom and ready himself for the day. Then hurry as he gulped down a cup of scalding coffee before running out of the door, late as he was nearly every day. He followed as the man squeezed himself on the bus during the morning rush to travel to work where he was looked at with sympathetic and pitying eyes that he could tell the man disliked. He knew that the slender man just wanted to get on with his day without being reminded constantly whenever he looked into someone’s eyes.

Later when the young man trudged home, he’d wait for him. He would sit silently and patiently on the sofa as the other prepared a dinner for one. He would wish that he could eat, that he could chat to the man who looked so lonely eating alone at the too large dinner table. He regretted persuading the other that a larger table was needed for when they had guests.

When the man climbed into bed earlier than he ever would have in the past and curled up into himself, he would lay down beside him, covering him with his non substantial self and whisper in his ear. He would beg him to stop, to let him go, to forget him, to get up, to get out, to leave this place and start again. He would whisper that he was alright here, that the man could be alright as well.

He would embrace him with his invisible arms and stupidly try and wipe the tears when he knew that he wouldn’t be able to but he can never stop himself from trying.

“I love you,” He murmurs and hopes that the other can sense his love and care, even if he cannot see, hear or feel him.

Masterlist

21walker — Wed, 23 Apr 2014 22:36:36 GMT

Re-organised my Masterlist...

(WIP List)

Bu Bu Jing Xin
status: ongoing
pairing: Kyuhyun-centric, Siwon/Kyuhyun, Hangeng/Kyuhyun (various side)
genre: historical, drama
rating: PG-13
summary: Kyuhyun wakes up 200 years in the past.

Character Guide

Prologue / 1 / 2 / 3 / 4 / 5 / 6 / 7 / 8 / 9 / 10 / 11 / 12 / 13 / 14 / 15 / 16 / 17 / 18 / 19 / 20 / 21 / 22 / 23 / 24 / 25 / 26 / 26.5 / 27 / 28 / 29 / 30

BBJX Side Stories:

Distant Embrace
(ZhouMi focus prequel)

Eyes on the Moon
status: ongoing
pairing: Luhan/Baekhyun, Kris/Yixing, Kris/Suho
genre: werewolf, supernatural
rating: ??
summary: wolf pack politics and romance

Prologue / 1 / 2 / 3 / 4 / 5 / 6

Little Problems
status: ongoing
pairing: Eunhyuk/Donghae
genre: real life, family, grief
rating: pg13
summary: Eunhyuk inherits an orphaned Kyuhyun

Chapter 1

The Favourite Maknae Test
status: ongoing
pairing: SURPRISE, bff!KaiTaoHun
genre: humour, crack, non-au
rating: pg
summary: The maknaes want to know, once and for all, who is the favourite!

Prologue

Oneshots/drabbles

Christmas Drabbles
pairings: Woohyun/Sungyeol, Siwon/Kyuhyun, Kris/Suho
genre: festive
rating: PG

Super Junior

Gemini Miracle
pairing: Kyuhyun/Sungmin
genre: space
rating: pg
summary: Kyuhyun meets some pirates

Did you miss me?
pairing: Siwon/Kyuhyun
genre: historical, slave
rating: pg
summary: Siwon comes home

Promise
pairing: Siwon/Kyuhyun
genre: romance
rating: pg
summary: growning up is difficult

Words You Can't Hear
pairing: Siwon/Kyuhyun
genre: angst
rating: pg
summary: Siwon can't move on

EXO

I'm a Fool for You
pairing: Baekhyun/Tao
genre: high school/college
rating: pg
summary: Baekhyun is an idiot

Please
pairing: Tao/Sehun
genre: wolf, knotting
rating: nc17
summary: Sehun's heat hits hard and fast

Waiting
pairing: Chanyeol/Luhan
rating: pg
summary: Chanyeol believes in fate

Hot Mess
pairing: Chen + guests
rating: pg
summary: Jongdae wakes up hungover

Audience
pairing: D.O/Kai
rating: NC-17
summary: Kyungsoo needs so show who Jongin belongs to.

Dibs!
pairing: Xiumin/Luhan
rating: pg
summary: Someone yells Dibs and the rest is history.

....

Little Problems: Chapter 1

21walker — Wed, 23 Apr 2014 21:48:35 GMT

Title: Little Problems
Pairing: Eventual Eunhyuk/Donghae
Rating: PG
Genre: Life, Family, Romance
Warnings: Character death in first chapter
Summary: Hyukjae becomes the sole carer of 21 month old Kyuhyun.

The Phonecall:

11:34pm

That was the time he got the call.

He was out with his friends, they were drinking in bar across the road from the studio. He felt a chill go down his spine when he looked at the phone the showed an unknown number. It was as if his gut was telling him that it was bad news before he even answered it.

“Is that Lee Hyukjae?”

The cold formal voice immediately sobered him, his posture stiffening as he knew, deep down that something was terribly wrong.

“Yes.”

“Cousin of Park Jungsoo?”

“Yes.”

Fear gripped him as he thought of his cousin, the ever smiling Jungsoo.

“I’m sorry, there has been an accident. Could you please come to the main station in Incheon.”

“I’ll be there as soon as possible.”

His cold tone and face seemed to alert his friends that were sitting closest to him that something was wrong. That seemed to be the first question they asked, “What’s wrong?” He didn’t answer, he just walked out, grabbing a taxi, not caring about how much it would cost. He just need to get to the station, he had to know as soon as possible.

He thought of his cousin, his cousin whom he was raised with when his mother died and his father abandoned him. Jungsoo that looked after him, who helped him when he had problems, who always listened and had advice. Jungsoo, who married 5 years ago and asked him to be the best man. Jungsoo, who had a beautiful wife and a son who was turning 2 next month. Jungsoo, who he looked up to above all others.

When he arrived at the station, he approached the desk, but he already knew what they would say, he could feel that something wasn’t right. He knew something wasn’t right.

And just like that his world shifted. They told him it was a drunk driver. They told him that the car flipped several times before falling off the bridge. They told him the death was quick, for both Jungsoo and his wife, Sora. They told him that Kyuhyun, his precious nephew was with a baby sitter, his parents having gone out to celebrate their 5 year wedding anniversary. They told him that he was the contact in case of emergency. They asked him about funeral arrangements. They asked what they would like him to do with Kyuhyun.
He felt numb.

“Where is Kyuhyun?”

“He’s with an emergency foster parent. You can collect him in the morning. Do you want to keep him or will you be seeking another solution?”

“What sort of solution?”

“You are a single man and I understand that there is no other family that could take him.”

“That’s correct.”

“If there is no other family, there is foster care or adoption.”

“No, I don’t think so. I will look after him.”

“You should think long and hard before you make a final decision.”

He waited, not being able to sleep, in the lobby of the station, with sympathetic stares from the staff that would occasionally bring him a coffee. He filled in the paperwork and signing his name and ticking boxes. He waited. It was still early when a policeman took pity and gave him the address of where they had taken the boy. He remembered running, running all the way there. He needed to release something before he could face him. He had to face Kyuhyun, Kyuhyun who was all alone now, apart from him.

Sora only had her father left and he was in a retirement home with dementia. Both of Jungsoo’s parents were dead. It hadn’t mattered before, the two of them had had each other. They were their own support system and gave each other strength. But it mattered now, it mattered now when the only person Hyukjae and Kyuhyun had were each other and Kyuhyun didn’t even realise. Wouldn’t even know until he was old enough to comprehend the meaning of death and loneliness.

He looked at the house, trying to gather himself to have the courage to go in. It was half an hour before he walked up the steps and ran the doorbell. His pale face and dishevelled looks must have roused some worry in the woman who answered the door because she asked if he was alright. It was only then that he felt the tears that had been constantly streaming down his face. When he told her he was there to see Kyuhyun her face morphed into one of understanding and she ushered him into the kitchen where the little boy was fussing over his food. Kyuhyun stilled as he saw Hyukjae and he reached out making grabby hands, showing his happiness at a familiar face.

“Hyuk! Hyuk up! Hyuk up! Up!”

The garbled speech was easily identifiable and he clung to Kyuhyun like a drowning man would cling to a lifebelt. He would never be able give the little boy to another family. Kyuhyun was all he had left.

**

AN:

First chapter of my new story. I have no idea why I am posting a new story. Someone has got to stop me. I have been at my mother's house for a week and I think I am going crazy.

I have no idea when I'll have time to update this. When I go back to my real life I am so screwed. Oh well...

Waiting

21walker — Wed, 23 Apr 2014 21:17:09 GMT

Title: Waiting
Pairing: Chanyeol/Luhan
Rating: PG13
Length: 895
This prompt on epm. Was going to make it longer but I can’t write for anything right now so just posting last scene. I’m still having a mental block over next chapter of EOTM. Why am I writing random drabbles? What am I doing? *gives up*

The day was one of those beautiful ones, caught inbetween a fading summer and the impending winter. Bright and blustery, the wind carrying a nippiness that says soon frost will be there.

Chanyeol buried his face into his scarf. It was large and warm and perfect. He had pulled it out of the cupboard for the first time this morning since the last day of frost earlier that year. It made him smile. It was strange that something could make him smile though he didn’t know why. This happened to him regularly, a cup of toffenut latte, the tinkle of an ice cream van, a certain song on the radio, something would fill him with immense happiness and the hint of memories he couldn’t grasp would hover at the back of his mind.

It wasn’t just happiness though, sorrow at not remembering, at the idea of something so special being so lost would blanket him just as regularly. Jongdae would look at him sometimes, torn emotion present on his face, his mouth open as if to say something but stopping himself at the last moment.

Losing his memories was easier he decided, than being the person who had to watch. Jongdae was his only link, his only handhold when he woke up and found his life slipping out from under him. His childhood friend was a rock through everything that had happened two years ago.

Walking into the coffee shop that was on the corner from his new apartment he inhaled the smell of coffee beans. He didn’t understand why he was so addicted now, it was one of the small quirky changes that he had discovered when he woke up.
He had hated coffee before, always heading for the hot chocolates but now, now it felt like coffee was important. Something that he should know. Something he should appreciate.

The barista looked at him with deliberately blank eyes and pursed lips, tilting his head as Chanyeol ordered a peppermint mocha.

Feeling self-conscious, Chanyeol asked cautiously, “Do I know you?”

The shorter man smiled then, though it was tight and sad. “Maybe, maybe.”

Before he had chance to ask further, he heard his name being called. Turning on instinct, his heart skipped as he saw someone he hadn’t seen in so long. Someone he hadn’t seen since he threw him out of his life, refusing to listen or talk.

He’d been scared then, but now, now he had okay. It was okay to see this person.

“Hey.” He felt pathetic that he couldn’t say anymore. What does one say to an ex-boyfriend who you dumped because you had no memory of them?

Luhan smiled brightly, even though awkward tension filled the air. “Sit with me?”

Chanyeol nodded, unable to stop himself as Luhan asked the barista, Minseok, to bring their drinks over to them.

Sitting opposite each other Luhan asked questions, “Do you often come around here?”

Chanyeol shook his head slowly, “I just moved in round the corner.”

“That explains a lot. If you had come here before, Minseok would have told me.”

“So he does know me?” Chanyeol turned back to stare at the man behind the counter.

“He’s my best friend,” the silent of course he would know you rings clear. Another worker, who Luhan thanked by name delivered their coffees and scampered away, looking at Chanyeol warily as he did so. “How have you been? I saw that you went back to work.”

“You followed me?” Chanyeol tried to stop himself from being pleased.

“You’re a well-known producer, any one could’ve looked you up.” Luhan dismissed it quickly as a blush rose on his cheeks. Chanyeol wanted to reach across and brush the stained skin, see whether he could make it worse. Restraining himself he looked at the table and the coffee instead.

A mixture of feelings was filling him. Luhan did this to him. He did it to him 2 years ago, but he wasn’t sure whether it was better or worse. Now his mind wasn’t filled with Baekhyun, wasn’t trapped in his life that ended years ago, that was already lost. It was filled instead with all the work he had done, everything he had rebuilt, hours of therapy and feeling lost. Helplessness no longer flooded him when he felt of Luhan, guilt was there instead. Maybe meeting the other man was good, it would provide closure. Closure for a relationship, a love, that Chanyeol couldn’t remember but he had seen in photos, videos, songs he had written, their home that he had vacated as quickly as he had entered it, hiding at Jongdae’s until he could afford his own.

Everything he had learnt of Luhan showed that they had been perfect. And he had ruined it.

A shiny ring caught his eye, a sliver band wrapped around Luhan’s fourth finger on his left hand. His heart caught in his throat, Chanyeol croaked out, “Are you married?”

Lu blinked in surprise, and why was Chanyeol calling him Lu in his mind. “No.” The Chinese man gazed at the ring with such softness that he wanted to grab it and throw it into the Han.

“Are you engaged then?”

“No.”

Chanyeol’s heart felt like it would break out of his ribcage.

“Then…”

Luhan’s smile was like the sun. Knowing filled his face, hope and love and joy.

“I’ve been waiting.”

Works In Progress~~

21walker — Mon, 21 Apr 2014 16:23:13 GMT

Went through my Ideas file. It's so disorganised. These are the fics that I actually have started to write. There are so many T^T I need to actually finish some of them!!!

They are a real mix, some Super Junior, some EXO, Infinite, SHINee etc. See whether you can guess anything about the fic from the random ass line I give you xD

~~1: Thoughts swirled around and none of them happy or pretty.~~

2: He sighed to himself, keeping a neutral smile on his face as his complete dolt of a boyfriend started to blow in his ear.

3: It was a slip of a tongue, just a rogue comment he made during a drinking game when people were admitting things that they never told anyone.

~~4: The cold formal voice immediately sobered him, his posture stiffening as he knew, deep down that something was terribly wrong.~~

5: “You are allowed to tell people that you are employed by Mr. Lee but you are not allowed to mention your work.”

6: “I expect to be informed if you are going to be late and also I hope you used protection.”

7: Woohyun was nursing a whiskey at the bar determined to get as drunk as possible when he first heard the man sing.

8: Chen remembered the dark coldness of the ocean, sinking into the depths and basking in the faint rays of sunlight that occasionally managed to pierce through the stormy waves above.

9: There were a few others his age floating around, some he knew, all of them stuck up, boring, idiots or a combination.

10: “I had to realise that it was either see them with someone else or don’t see them at all.”

11: He contemplated going back to join them but realised that he needed to hurry up, he had already dawdled between waking up and getting up and would be cutting it close as it was.

~~12: He would embrace him with his invisible arms and stupidly try and wipe the tears when he knew that he wouldn’t be able to but he can never stop himself from trying.~~

13: Siwon pushed down the guilt as he turned his phone off and drove in the opposite direction of his usual route from work.

14: “It’s a court order… They want you to give a victim testimony.”

15: His wings shuddered around him as Minseok curled into a ball, his once beautiful wings that were now ragged and dirty, patches of the thin membrane beneath were visible where feathers had fallen.

16: At first people wondered if it was the environment, numerous toxins had been dumped around the world, pollution was at an all time high, some people claimed they were mutants, freaks of nature.

17: They are inseparable and he can’t seem to shake them.

18: He loved when he had enough time to watch humans come undone.

19: Sungjong slipped through the crowd, unnoticed by anyone, and later, when they would reach for their wallet or their phone they wouldn’t connect it to the small brush they had had against a slight boy.

20: “I think Jonghyun-hyung’s ego is a person in its own right it’s so big.”

21: He was a ghost, hidden in the shadows, watching the perfect life of two people, with the knowledge that he was the only mark, the only thing that spoiled the picture.

22: Minseon sighed in frustration when Luhan ruffled her hair as he left.

23: It was never not something more, they were both just fooling themselves and now… now neither of them could deny it, even though it was tearing them apart.

24: He felt the eyes behind him, they felt like a caress along his neck and he had to forcible suppress a whimper.

25: Since the beginning of time there has been a war over people’s souls.

26: Luhan sighs as he is once again forced to watch the two idiots dance around each other.

27: Baekhyun had noticed that the older boy was shy of his teeth, he would smile with tight lips and limit the flash of white.

Please~

21walker — Mon, 21 Apr 2014 00:05:16 GMT

Pairing: Tao/Sehun
Rating: NC-17
Genre: Wolf, Alpha/Omega

Fill for this prompt on epm

Sehun always believed he was a beta. He hadn’t stood out with a commanding aura like the alphas, Joonmyun or Wufan, nor had he been small and delicate like other omegas, such as Jongdae or Baekhyun. He had gone through human puberty without going into heat nor drooling when another omega had emitted the sweet smell to attract mates.

He was content to remain in the shadows of the pack, a beta pup, messing with his hyungs and having no responsibilities.

That was until he turned 17.

He was 3 years older than the norm for a first heat, that’s why it came on so strong, so quickly, with no way for him to get back to camp and hide in the cave with other omegas and mated alphas guarding him from any attempts of mating with him.

At least that was the reasoning he was given later.

He had felt itchy since he had woken, his skin crawling as he stretched and padded down to the river. Most of the pack were out on a hunt.

Everyone else was huddled in a puppy pile in the coolness of the cave. Sehun thought maybe washing would ease his muscle pains, he wondered whether it was another growth spurt, though it felt different. A heat accompanied the itch and the freezing water wasn’t cooling it.

He’d changed when he entered the water, not wanting to smell of wet wolf any more than he had to. Not having brought any clothes with him didn’t bother him. Most of the pack regarded the clothes they had scattered around the camp as an optional accessory so he would raise no eyebrows wandering around naked. It was more convenient anyway.

As he raised himself from the water he shivered at the air against his wet skin. His skin tingled with sensitivity and he panted as he crawled onto the bank. He felt flushed and weak all over, as his legs refused to work, leaving him hunched on his hands and knees. This position felt strangely natural and he let his legs slip further apart and he groaned as he felt warm at his rear entrance.

Something clicked in his mind as he raised a hand and touched his asshole. A wetness, too warm and sticky to be the water that clung to the rest of his body was dripping out. He moaned, half in relief at feeling something touch him there, even though he hadn’t known he’d been craving it and half because there was now no doubt what he was feeling. He was in heat.

All other thought left his brain as he sunk one of his fingers into his ass, causing himself to whine. He knew he wanted something else, his body was screaming for it, even though his mind was still trying to cling to sanity, telling him to head back to his pack cave where only betas and omegas were at the moment.

His fingers moved without him thinking as two more sunk themselves in. He pressed his face into his other forearm, embarrassment flooding him even though he was alone.

That was when he smelt it, the most beautiful, most welcome smell. An alpha was nearing. He moaned as he pictured the unmated alpha that was fast approaching – someone who he had been friends with for years yet now his body was humming as the other boy ran towards him. He wanted him, his body released another flood of fluids as it realised an alpha would be here soon. Sehun knew that as soon as the alpha had caught his smell they were both doomed. If no one managed to get between them, an alpha and an omega were impossible to stop, their inner hormones taking over and preventing themselves from stopping.

The scent of the other’s arousal enveloped him as he heard the fast approach slow down to a fumbling walk. His fingers had been thrusting in and out of him as he had let himself rut against the ground but he stilled as he heard the other’s sharp intake of breath.

Sehun didn’t want to turn, scared of how the other would view him. He must be a sight, his skin pink with flushed arousal, ass and thighs coated with fluids and his cock hanging heavy between his legs as he humped the earth.

The smell of the other’s lust hit him in a tidal wave and he whimpered as his legs automatically slide further apart trying to show more of himself to the alpha. His body was reacting to the alpha, and his mind no longer cared. All he wanted was someone to mount him, fill him and fuck him until he couldn’t, wouldn’t, be able to remember a thing.

“Sehun, you’re such a mess,” the voice purred as it got closer. “Have you been waiting? Just waiting for a big fat cock to appear and fuck your brains out?” He laughed lowly, “Though it looks like you’ve already lost most of them.”

A thin finger pushed into him and his knees buckled in surprise, making him collapse to the floor. He clawed at the earth as one finger became two and then a different, warmer muscle brushed over his hole. Crying with lust, agony of not being fucked already and self-hatred of allowing himself to get into this predicament and dragging his friend into it as well, he let out a loud sob as both fingers and tongue withdrew.

He gasped as a body pressed up behind him and yanked him back against his chest, Sehun’s legs knelt either side of his alpha’s thighs, and the strong arms wrapped around his chest. Naked flesh on naked flesh made him relieved yet also hiked up the anticipation and a buzz filled his ears. The hardness of the older boy pressed against his thighs and he twitched to allow it to slip between his cheeks.

“So eager.” The deep whisper in his ear didn’t help his current lack of ability to breath. “You’re dripping. I wish I could eat you out for hours, you taste so good.” Sehun shuddered as the elder nipped his ears and he rolled his hips to let the thick cock rub against his stretched entrance. “I think you need me to skip the foreplay though, you look wretched enough as it is.”

Sehun nodded, as he allowed himself to look at the other for the first time as he sunk down, bottoming out as he had his first kiss.

“Tao,” he whined the name of his lover as the elder lifted him up and dropped him back down, allowing gravity to help. The pain that initially lanced through him now turning to undeniable pleasure.

His eyelashes were still thick which tears as he felt like he was falling to pieces and Tao was the only thing holding him together. Tao brushed kisses all over his neck and turned face, so gentle compared to the brutal thrusting of his hips. Sehun couldn’t do anything but gasp and cling to the alpha’s arms as his spot was pounded against. Tao zoned in on it and continuously aimed for the same place, making Sehun come all over himself, a scream of Tao’s name on his lips as his muscles clamped down on his alpha’s member, and his hole became awash with lubrication.

Sehun remained hard, as the heat was nowhere near sated. In fact, his skin felt even hotter than before.

“Please,” he begged quietly. “Please, Tao, please, please.”

“Please what, my sweet?” Tao asked, his voice knowing.

“Please,” Sehun just panted the same word over and over, not being able to string together any more words. He had no idea what he was begging for but he knew he needed something.

Tao hummed in acknowledgement as he made one last thrust upwards and held the omegas hips still, even though the younger didn’t stop wiggling.

“Be still.” The alpha bite the back of the other’s neck making him go lax as the base of his cock swelled, locking them together.

“What?!” Sehun jerked. “What is that?!” His mind cleared slight as it realised what was happening. “No!” He whined as the pressure built up in his passage. Shifting he started silently crying again as the pain returned.

Tao wiped away the tears but said nothing. He slowly pushed the omega forward, letting the soft grass greet them as he arranged them to spoon comfortably. Tao stiffened as he released long and hard into the younger. Sehun naturally relaxed more as warm come started to fill him, his body happy to be a receptacle for the dominant wolf. Tao gently rotated his hips, as he felt the other accept the knot rather than try and fight it, concentrating fully on the younger as he heard a soft moan. Spurred on he pressed harder and a deeper moan was granted to him.

Sehun felt his balls immediately tighten as his prostate was nudged by the knot at the base of Tao’s penis. Gripping the grass, he once again came untouched, this time a high strung whine escaping.

Calming, his mind started to return to him as his hormones came more under his control. Tao also felt the hormone induced craziness removing itself from his mind. Both became awkward, their bodies boneless and sated and still tied together. They had no idea how long this was going to last.

“I’m so sorry Sehun,” Tao murmured into the other’s hair. “I would never… if I had known you were in heat…” He stuttered as he tried to work out what to say.

“You would never have come to find me?” Sehun felt sadness cover him.

“I would’ve gotten Baekhyun or Wufan, yes. They would have taken you back and prevent you from being attacked…” Sehun felt hot tears fall onto his neck and wished he could hug the elder but they couldn’t do anything but spoon. He instead grasped Tao’s hands and threaded their fingers together.

“You didn’t attacked me. I was throwing all sorts of hormones at you. I would rather it have been you than anyone else.”

“But, still, you, you should be wooed before you are mated. I should have courted you.” Tao mumbled into the bruised skin of Sehun’s neck.

“Do you want to court me?” Sehun gasped, turning his head as much as he could to try and look at the boy he was still joined to. The knot was shrinking but it would still hurt and damage him if he pulled yet.

“I would’ve started a while ago, but I didn’t think you were interested and the Ge’s kept saying you were too young.” Tao’s eyes were shiny with tears, just as Sehun’s were. They both shuddered as Tao slipped free but the only movement was Sehun as he turned in the elder’s arms to look at Tao more fully.

Hope had filled them both as they stared at each other. Sehun broke the tension to lunge for a sloppy kiss. It wasn’t lustful, they were both exhausted, it was tired and filled with newly opened feelings and the promise of a new relationship.

***

A/N:

This was not supposed to happen. Was working on Eyes on the Moon but I was getting nowhere so wrote this *gives up*

My first attempt at porn (at least porn that I am posting for some strange reason I can't think of yet and I will regret this tomorrow).

Wasn't going to have this have such a soppy ending but I can't be mean to every character I write. I torture too many. I need to work on my fluff and happy character writing skills lol.

I have no idea how to end these things *feels immensely awkward*

Bu Bu Jing Xin - Chapter 28

21walker — Sat, 19 Apr 2014 01:31:27 GMT

Title: Bu Bu Jing Xin (Startling By Each Step)
Pairings: Kyuhyun centric, there will be various pairing/friendships, main wonkyu though hankyu, eunkyu, kyumin, changkyu also present. Also Hanchul, Eunhae, Minsu, and so many others I can't actually remember them all.
Genre: Historical, humour, angst, romance
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: There will be character death (near the end though), plus some characters will have really sad endings (for spoilers watch the drama!) and also will probably add smut sometime.
Summary: Kyuhyun gets hit by a car and wakes up not in the the body of a 25 year old computer analyst like he expected but in the body of a 16 year old noble boy in the Qing dynasty. Confused and annoyed he then ends up entangled in the lives of the Princes he had learnt about in history class, as well as one of the messiest battles for the throne in China's history.

A/N: This is a SuJu version of the drama Bu Bu Jing Xin. I don't know whether anyone has written one before, if they have let me know, I'd love to read it! I will be sticking to the plot quite closely, I am in no way amazing enough to think up all this, I will change some stuff and add side stories of some characters that I love to bits and wanted developing more. I have no idea why I decided to post this. I think my love for this drama and Kyuhyun one day decided to drive me crazy.

Chapter 28

“Master, Miss Kyuhyun is here,” Minseok called to Hangeng as he led the pale boy into the guest room.

It was the night before they arrived back in the capital and the Emperor along with his vast entourage were staying in one of the many estates he owned that were spread around the countryside surrounding the great city.

Kyuhyun knew that this would be the last chances for him to freely speak to Hangeng for a long time. The prince hadn’t sought him out, had practically avoided him, since their conversation the night before they left the plains. Kyuhyun had kept his distance, hoping that the other would come to him and say that he would accept his demand but the elder never did.

So now he came to Hangeng, hoping, though sinking feeling in his stomach was near extinguishing it.

Minseok quickly left, shutting the doors and no doubt guarding the entrance to secure their privacy. Hangeng looked pleasantly surprised to see him, but than seeing Kyuhyun’s expression, he grimaced, leaving a small frown upon his face. He then got up, his face transforming into a forced smile.

“We will be in the capital tomorrow and I will ask Imperial Father for your hand very soon.” Hangeng wrapped his arms around the younger man, embracing him through the tension that seemed to fill the air.

Kyuhyun felt saddened yet unsurprised by the avoidance. “Can you promise me?” He asked as he moved out of his lover’s arms but within reaching distance.

“Can you really refuse an Imperial decree?” Hangeng’s face was solemn, both seeming to know what the other would say but enacting out the conversation anyway.

“Even if you have permission, no one can force me to marry you.” Kyuhyun’s face was serious. “I would rather become a nun or take poison then be forced against my will to do anything.”

“I really don’t understand you. Why are you not willing to marry me? You say you love me, yet you also say you would rather kill yourself than marry me?” Hangeng’s eyes were filled with confusion and sadness.

“It’s not that I won’t marry you, it’s just that I don’t want you to go after the throne.”

“I don’t understand how the two matters are related,” Hangeng sighed as Kyuhyun closed his eyes in disappointment.

Kyuhyun steeled himself as he started to explain, stopping himself from yelling in frustration that Hangeng would never be Emperor so he shouldn’t risk himself. “The fight for the throne is dangerous. If you win, you are the most powerful person in the land.” He paused as he remembered his History teacher droning on about the Nine Lord’s War, Kangxi’s throne and the various princes who would fall into ruin because of it. “If you lose, at best you will be like First Prince, lock in your palace for the rest of your life, in solitary confinement. At worst,” he struggled to word everything he remembered befalling the Eighth Prince after Fourth Prince became Emperor, “at worst, you could lose your position, your friends, your dignity and your life.” He stared fiercely at the surprised Eighth Prince, “Are you prepared to lose your life for the throne?”

Hangeng smiled sadly, “If I lose, I will accept what will happen next.” Looking just as hard as Kyuhyun he said, “After all these year of hard work, do you not think I had these doubts, these thoughts. I experienced them all and I am determined. I made my peace with whatever will happen and I am following my decision through to the end. Compared with the Crown Prince I have a better chance. Even if I had no chance I would still try.”

Even though he knew he was fighting a losing battle Kyuhyun continued, his tone pleading, “Why can you not be like Fifth Prince? He is also a very intelligent man. He is considered just as knowledgeable as you but he doesn’t not get involved.”

Hangeng didn’t remained silent, his face turned away. Kyuhyun felt like crying at that moment. He could see so clearly what would happen yet here he was fighting against it as hard as he could but the man he was trying to save didn’t want saving. He knew he couldn’t stay so he made to leave. As he neared the exit, Hangeng called out.

“Stop! What if I could make you Empress?”

“I never thought of being Empress.”

“If you are willing to threaten to die so you don’t have to marry me, why are you willing to risk dying with me?”

“I’m afraid,” Kyuhyun whispered though it was just loud enough for Hangeng to catch before the other disappeared through the wooden doors.

**

Kyuhyun should have been happier, Jinki had sneaked over while he wasn’t no duty to see his friends since they had recently returned from the North. The youngest was happy when he arrived but both he and Ryeowook had noticed the subdued mood of the oldest.

“Are you alright, ge?” Ryeowook asked gently, Jinki looking on worriedly.

“I just read a story, it was so sad and the characters so tragic.”

“Which story, ge?” Jinki smiled lightly, “You should tell us of it.”

“Have you heard the story of the Butterfly Lovers?”

Jinki grinned more widely now, pleased with himself for knowing something. The story was a popular opera as well as told verbally, in songs and poems also. “It is about lovers who cannot be together. Eventually they both die and turn into butterflies.” His smile fell as he noticed his Ge’s face.

“If you love someone and the time you have together is limited, would you still want to be with him regardless?”

Ryeowook grinned happily at the thought, “It is rare for two people to fall in love.”

“That’s true. I would rather have one day with a person I love than a whole lifetime with someone I dislike,” Jinki agreed easily. He would be happy if the person he was married off to was kind to him.

“It’s like that,” Kyuhyun stilled seemed distracted as Ryeowook added.

“Who knows how long we will have with the person we love,” His tone was wistful and had a tinge of longing in it. If Kyuhyun had been more focussed he would have noticed the look of intense melancholy that overtook the younger’s face for less than a second. “Gege, it’s just a story.”

“I obviously thought too much about it,” Kyuhyun chuckled for his audience as he let Jinki lead Ryeowook off into another conversation. He was too wrapped up in his own thoughts to listen carefully.

“Is it true that they would risk a lifetime of pain for only a day with the person they love? They think love is enough to sustain them? I have had the same thoughts yet I come to a different outcome. If I choose the Eighth Prince I will have over 10 years by his side. Is my hesitance because I don’t love him enough? Is my love really that weak?”

**

Kyuhyun avoided Hangeng’s sad and inquiring gaze every time the elder was called to see his father as his mind twisted and turned, he argued with himself and tried to work out what exactly he was thinking.

He didn’t know how to come to terms with his own fear.

**

The Emperor was in a good mood as the Autumn headed towards Winter. He decided to call a few of his sons to spend the afternoon with him, a beautiful day had appeared and the Emperor wanted to take advantage. Hangeng and Sungmin were invited, as well as Siwon and Changmin. Yoochun, who had turned into his father’s shadow since his first fall from grace, was ever present, as well as a few of the other princes.

“Why is Imperial Father in such a good mood today?” Yesung inquired, their father had just left to put on another layer of clothing at the insistence of Leeteuk as the weather became cooler in the afternoon.

“Imperial Father has a thousand worries a day, of course he needs a day to unwind,” Changmin laughed as he stole some fruit that was being served to Sungmin causing the younger to frown playfully at him.

“Well it’s not like you ever have any worries,” Yesung replied, offended at his younger brother’s laughter, always on the defensive, plus Changmin always managed to get away with the most scandalous behaviour.

Changmin smirked, Yesung was always fun to wind up and his carefree attitude to everything was one of the best ways to annoy the elder. One point for him.

“It’s rare that so many of us are gathered together, we should enjoy ourselves fully,” Yoochun smiled, looking up from watching a game of Go between Siwon and Hangeng. The two of them were at a standstill it seemed.

Yoochun offered to play Hangeng in the next game as Siwon excused himself, going to talk to his father as the Emperor re-entered the pavilion. As he passed Kyuhyun, giving him a heated stare, the younger felt a blush rise to his cheeks and his breath caught. He hadn’t talked to the prince since before they left for Mongolia though Siwon had sent another present upon his arrival home. Ryeowook had accepted it unknowingly otherwise it would have been sent back much like the bird’s nest had been. The exquisite glass bottle was beautifully painted and Kyuhyun loved it though he had no intention of admitting it. He planned to send it back as discretely as possible whenever he got the chance. It’s not like he could openly send a package to a prince – he wasn’t allowed to have any relationships when he was a palace maid! He didn’t want to imagine Leeteuk’s fury and disapproval if anything was discovered, let alone if Kangin found out.

As he turned back to watching the game of Go, which was now played by Hangeng and Yoochun, he caught Sungmin frowning at him. Hangeng was looking at the board though his stare was despairing and his forehead was creased. He determinedly avoided everyone’s eyes for the rest of the day.

**

Heechul attended Hangeng every day, they danced around each other silently as the elder handed his husband a paintbrush for his calligraphy. Heechul knew that Hangeng had never been truly happy, always so restrained and put together. He wished he could make the other man smile and laugh like he knew others were able to but it seemed that he didn’t possess the ability, that hidden quality that others held.

So he did everything that he himself could do. Normally that was enough.

But recently even spending the day with Kibum didn’t pierce the melancholy that surrounded the Eighth Prince.

“I spoke with my father. He said that you would always be his son-in-law and to count on him.”

“You did not need to do that Heechul,” Hangeng sighed as finished the character.

“Why? It is a given that I would do this for you.”

“You have done enough. You should return to the person I married all those years ago. Back then I could concentrate.” Hangeng was dismissive, distracted, his careless words hurting Heechul more than harsh words ever could.

“I would do whatever, as long as you wanted me to,” Heechul spoke more weakly, his voice attracting his husband’s attention at last. A weak effort to reassure his wife came in the form of a distracted kiss though Heechul could tell the other’s heart and thoughts weren’t anywhere near. He took small comfort in his husband’s warm embrace while he could.

He knew who his husband really wanted and needed and it cut him to his core.

**

The snow was thick on the ground when Kyuhyun next met with Hangeng. The winter was approaching in full force. Kyuhyun smiled slightly as he imagined the Christmas celebrations which were being thrown on the other side of the world around about this time. He would occasionally try to guess what the date would be on the Grecian calendar, the calendar that would one day be adopted all over the world.

The lake was half frozen in front of him as he stood on the wooden dock waiting for the prince. The meeting had been arranged, deep in the gardens, far from where anyone would walk for pleasure in this weather, so unlikely to be interrupted.

He heard the steady footfall behind him and turned to see Hangeng’s stern countenance. Kyuhyun spoke before the other could greet him, he desperately wanted this meeting to be over. He already knew the outcome, the continuous rehashing was hurting them both and he wanted this to end now. Now before he torn himself any further into shreds.

“Once more I’ll ask, can you fulfil my request?”

A few days ago Mi had visited him, once again through his mother-in-law, the Consort Sooyeon.

“My Lord Hangeng sent me. He wants to know if you’ll marry him.”

“He sent you?” Kyuhyun remembered the shock he had felt that Hangeng had swooped so low as to use his brother.

“Even Heechul wants me to ask you.” Mi had smiled sadly but supportively. “Heechul thinks that our Lord needs you…” He had looked deeply into Kyuhyun’s eyes, so gently and lovingly. His voice was soft as he asked, “Do you like him? You know that he would treat you well. And that we could meet each other as often as we liked if we were on the same estate.”

“You have no objections?” Kyuhyun hadn’t been able to hold the elder’s gaze and had turned to stare at his rapidly cooling tea.

“You know that I am indifferent to these matters, besides what prince does not have many wives? Many wives and many children are the sign of good fortune. If you truly like him, do not worry about the trivial things.”

“If it was that Captain… if it was he who was taking another wife?”

Mi’s voice had broken as he had replied, “I don’t know.”

Sending Mi had helped clear up any doubts, though not in the way Hangeng obviously had hoped. Talking to his elder brother had calmed his raging emotions and cleared his mind. He knew what he would do, this shouldn’t have dragged on so long and it definitely shouldn’t have included Mi.

Kyuhyun shook as he stared into the eyes on the man that he knew he loved, even if that love wasn’t sorry enough, it was still love. They could have had so much, if only Kyuhyun could fight fate and history.

“Tell me. I want you to say it. I want this to be over.”

Hangeng’s face was ashen and Kyuhyun wished he could kiss away the misery that was etched on to that brow but he couldn’t. This was over. This was the end. He panicked as grasped Kyuhyun’s arms, pressing frantic bruises into his skin.

“Why must you make me choose? I don’t understand. Why? Why force me to choose between two things I could have simultaneously?”

Hangeng clung as hard as he could. The reality of losing Kyuhyun was finally in front of him and there was no way he could sink back into denial. This was it. His composure was breaking for the first time in years and his control was slipping through his fingertips.

“Yes or no? Just say it.”

Kyuhyun’s face became a mask of coldness, he had to keep strong and follow through. This had to happen, Hangeng had to say it. Otherwise they would both clutch a tendril of hope and that hope had to be crushed to prevent both hearts breaking further.

A silent “No” passed Hangeng’s lips. A mere breath, but enough for Kyuhyun to see, to hear and to acknowledge. Hangeng’s grip on Kyuhyun’s forearm slipped and the elder’s arms hung uselessly by his sides.

Both stood in silence, staring at each other as they realised that there was no way to salvage what they had. They couldn’t go any further. There was no happy ending for them.

“Beware of the Fourth Prince.”

Hangeng blinked in confusion. Already discomposed, he wasn’t prepared, yet at the same time he had always been prepared.

“And watch out for Lee Sunho, Hwang Yoonseok, Jang Woohyuk and No Minwoo. Be more cautious with your dealings with them.”

A heavy pause fell between them before Kyuhyun struck the final blow. “From now on, we are nothing to each other.”

“Kyuhyun!”

“I am a person afraid of death, not worth holding on to.”

He turned and fled into the snow, leaving a frozen Hangeng to gaze at his retreating form, his insides feeling as icy as his skin.

**

Kyuhyun was huddled in the snow, sobbing as he collapsed against a tree when he felt a presence over him. Looking up he scowled as he saw the man who couldn’t help but want to blame yet who he knew was currently blameless. You could hardly get mad at someone’s future actions that were partly justifiable.

He barely felt the other man that was there pull him up and brush the snow off of him. His body stiff, the muscle cramped and his skin as cold as the snow that was covering him.

“Kyuhyun, are you alright?” Changmin’s voice was surprisingly gentle, his soft leather gloves just as gently brushing his beneath his swollen eyes to remove the heavy tears.

Kyuhyun didn’t say a word as he let himself fall against his closest friend. The warm that enveloped him nearly made him forget the elder prince that was watching him closely.

“Let me take you back,” Changmin squeezed the other boy, reassurance and love emanating from him.

“Stop. You can’t carry a palace maid in this state back. Think of what would be said. Nothing good would come of that.” Siwon spoke for the first time as he saw his brother make to pick up the still crying servant.

Changmin nodded grimly as he imagined the malicious gossip that could spring forth. “I will go get help, you stay here with Kyuhyun.” The younger prince was gone, passing the boy to the elder before either of them could protest.

Kyuhyun ignored the prince as he focused on the pain that was piercing his chest. But he still stood there, clutching Siwon’s arm as the taller watched him, his face inscrutable.

“You shouldn’t cry anymore.” Siwon finally spoke after a long silence. Kyuhyun looked up with sad eyes. “If you wish to cry, you should do so in the comfort of your room. That way you can cry as much as you want without hurting yourself… or being a nuisance to others.” Kyuhyun felt anger replace his some of his sadness and he pushed the elder away from him as fiercely as he could.

Rage boiled through him as he collapsed into the snow bank that was next to the path. Heartbreak was forgotten as he started to pick up snow throwing it at the prince, who he could swear had a slight smirk on his face, which was hidden by the clock which had been pulled up to block the balls of snow that were being lobbied at him.

He stopped when he heard a group running towards them. Changmin rounded the bend with a gaggle of eunuchs and a stretcher.

“Why are you on the ground?!” was the exclamation he heard before he was lifted quickly by the Thirteenth Prince and deposited on his transportation.

He threw the last fistful of snow at the Fourth Prince as he was carried away by the concerned servants.

He didn’t hear the next exchange between the two brothers. Siwon’s quiet reply of “Anger suits him better than listless crying,” would have surprised him greatly.

**

Kyuhyun was prescribed bed rest after the day in the snow. The Imperial Physician had said that it was lucky the cold didn’t damage his lungs. The cold had weaken him and he was happy to spend time away from the court and any news of Hangeng. But even hiding in his quarters Ryeowook had managed to slip in some gossip. “The Eighth Prince is ill, he has a cold and hasn’t attended court for several days.”

Kyuhyun wondered if Hangeng had caught the cold in the snow much like he had caught his. He wondered if Hangeng had sat in it, unable to move much like he had. Or whether he had a simple chill. He tried to stop these thoughts, after all, Hangeng was nothing to him now.

He wasn’t prepared for the day Sungmin came storming into his calm courtyard. The snow having settled and the warm winter sun peeking out allowing Kyuhyun the courage to sit outside and try and soak up the tepid rays.

“Do you have no heart? Are you that cold and cruel? How could you treat someone like that?” Sungmin’s tone was venomous. His rage palpable and thrumming through the air. Kyuhyun felt fear in his heart as Sungmin dragged him up and spat words in his face. “Why did you do it? Loving and losing someone is worse than never knowing love! Are you just a flirtatious vixen or do you actually have an excuse for your behaviour?”

“I don’t have to speak to you! Let go of me. It hurts.” Kyuhyun tried to demand as Sungmin shook him in anger. He tried twisting out of the other’s hold but he was breathless already. His lungs struggling to grasp oxygen, and his head feeling light.

“You still feel pain? Good. Then at least you can feel some of what you inflict on others.” Sungmin’s eyes were flashing dangerously and Kyuhyun had no idea how to escape. He wished he had the power to scream but he could only weakly protest. “I have seen the way other princes look at you. How many of my other brothers have you cast under your spell? Do you have any compassion or are you just a mean hearted son of a bitch desperate for power? What did you want from him? What did you gain by breaking his heart? You are going to tell me the truth!”

“Shut up! Let me go! I won’t let you speak to me like this. Let me go!”

“Fourteenth Brother,” A voice that both recognised filled the courtyard and both stilled. Neither would be able to explain this scene, both relying on each other but anger at each other just as present. Kyuhyun turned his face away, preferring to stare at the floor, leaving Sungmin to turn to his two older brothers.

“Looks like the two of you are putting on some kind of show. We obviously turned up at exactly the right time,” Changmin’s nonchalant tone followed Siwon’s forceful one.

“Fourteenth Brother,” Siwon’s voice was calm and unaffected, “we just came from visiting Mother. She misses you, so if you have nothing to do, you should go and visit her.” The order was clear, even if it was presented as a quiet suggestion.

Sungmin nodded stiffly before leaning into the still trembling Kyuhyun, whispering so as to not let his heated words reach the other two. “In a few days, I’ll visit you again.”

Kyuhyun shivered as Sungmin stalked out of the courtyard and he collapsed on to the beach he had been sitting on previously. Changmin was by his side in less than a moment.

“What was that?” Changmin demanded, his true self showing. He could not trust anyone other than his Fourth Brother to see how he acted around Kyuhyun. Fear of being reprimanded for their close relationship would not bother Changmin if it only affected him, but if Kyuhyun was subject to rumours or a scandal because of him, Changmin didn’t know how he could live with the guilt. Kyuhyun was his one true friend and he cherished that.

Kyuhyun raised his head and spoke, his voice carrying an undercurrent of discomfort, “Greetings Fourth Prince, Thirteenth Prince.”

“What was that, Kyuhyun?” Changmin refused to allow Kyuhyun to distance himself by erecting a wall of protocol. Siwon moved nearer but still stayed a few paces away from the friends.

Tears sprung to Kyuhyun’s eyes as fear remained strong within him. Sorrow, at the pain Hangeng must be in because of him, filled him.

“It’s okay. I won’t ask.” Changmin shushed as he rocked the other boy in his arms.

“If Fourteenth Brother is putting you in a spot. You can speak out. We can help you.” Siwon spoke up as he sat down opposite the other two.

“It’s nothing. Just a small argument. You know how we have fought continuously since we met. We have never agreed about anything. It’ll resolve itself in a couple of days.” Kyuhyun pushed Changmin away gently and sat up, strength and worry of being found out making him strong in the face of these two princes. He wiped his face and forced his eyes to stop leaking.

“If you don’t want to tell, we won’t press you. But if you have a problem don’t keep it bottled up and know that if you ever need us, we will help you.” Changmin glanced at his elder brother who nodded his agreement.

Kyuhyun smiled at them both for the first time as he regarded their serious expressions. He knew that he could trust these men to a certain degree. He didn’t know why the Fourth Prince was so interested in him but at that moment he was happy for that cold man’s reassuring gaze.

But he also knew that he could never tell them of his relationship with Eighth Prince. While they might not care so much now, though they would be shocked, and Fourth Prince might be angry for a while, later, when the current rift widened and deepened, Kyuhyun might find himself shunned. And that was a future he could not bear.

“Thank you for helping me the other day, thank you for visiting me and thank you for any help you will give me in the future.” Kyuhyun bowed his head at both princes, glad that they looked on him so kindly. It was a blessing and a support that he was grateful for, even if they wouldn’t ever know why.

**

A/N:
So this took longer to update than it should have *gives up* My work pattern has been manic the last couple of weeks. And this was actually pretty much finished since last week and I meant to update last weekend but life happened. I hope you guys aren’t too mad at my haphazard updating schedule (what schedule? There is no schedule!), I really don’t mean to be so erratic. I’ll try to update within a week or two. I don’t want to be months between updates again.

I haven’t proof read or even read this so if it makes no sense… well just tell me so I can go bang my head against a wall and then come back to fix it xP

Love you all <3

Happy Easter!

Eyes On The Moon - Chapter 5

21walker — Fri, 11 Apr 2014 05:55:50 GMT

Title: Eyes on the Moon
Pairings: Luhan/Baekhyun, Kris/Suho, Kris/Yixing; side, Xiumin/Tao, Kai/Sehun
Genre: werewolf, omegaverse
Rating: PG-13 (this chapter)
Summary: Suho is the new Alpha of a depleted and damaged pack.

0 / 1 / 2 / 3 / 4

Just finished so unbetaed and all that jazz xP

***

Chapter 5

Suho was taking Baekhyun to his new pack this morning. Kai hadn’t been able to sleep the night before as he tried to think of a way for Baekhyun to remain in the pack and not be handed over like a sacrificial lamb. He had no idea what Kris wanted with Baekhyun but he was sure there was a reason. Alphas from packs like Kris’ don’t go out of their way to procure omegas from tiny packs like theirs. There was definitely something that Kris was withholding from them, and he was sure that even if Baekhyun wasn’t openly forced there would be pressure for him to do things.

No matter how he thought he couldn’t come up with a plan where they could all live undisturbed by other packs. Kai knew that Suho wouldn’t have easily chosen this path, Suho loved all of them, and him being the Alpha means that it must’ve hurt his pride a hundred times more than his own to have to give up their omega to another pack.

Kai swallowed as he watched the sky brighten. Baekhyun was going to leave and the responsibility of being Second hit him. He couldn’t get angry or upset, he had to be a rock, a support for the others. He couldn’t show the others how uncertain he was feeling, his world had been rocked just as much as the others in the last month yet he was now in charge of them. Suho might be the Alpha, but he was the Second and he needed to act like one.

His wolf hummed in his mind, reassuring him that this is what they were meant to do and that they would cope fine. They were alpha.

**

Baekhyun didn’t cry at all, though his red eyes showed that he must’ve done some time during the night.

Chanyeol and Kai were stoic, while Kyungsoo and Sehun let out a few silent tears. No one was going to break over this. They had suffered their packs near extinction, Baekhyun wasn’t dying, he was joining a new pack, where he would be safe, even if his happiness would be in question.

After a round of hugs, Suho placed the one piece of hand luggage into the back of his car before opening the passenger door and herding the omega in. Baekhyun’s mood seemed to plummet as they headed further into Kris’ territory and away from his own, it wasn’t openly visible but Suho could still feel Baekhyun through his pack link. He didn’t want to think about the moment that link would vanish. Suho would feel the loss more strongly than Baekhyun, the alpha in him upset with losing a member, while Baekhyun’s would be replaced immediately with his link to Kris and his new pack.

Suho couldn’t allow his own guilt and hurt about the situation show so he send a wave of reassurance towards Baekhyun.

“Who do you think I’ll be mated with?”

“Why do you ask that?” Suho asked, cautiously responding to the quiet question.

“They must have a mate in mind for me already, or at least a few alphas that need mates. They wouldn’t acquire a new omega unless they planned to use it - me.”

“You’ll have a choice,” Suho said quietly, quelling the uncertainty that had started to pierce him. “You won’t be mated to someone you won’t be happy with. I would personally take you back if I thought that was the case.”

Both were silent, the heaviness of it weighing on both of them. If Baekhyun was forced, you can’t separate a mated pair, both would go crazy. If Baekhyun didn’t like his choices, how exactly would Suho get him out? And Kris wouldn’t let him go that easily. Letting an omega leave his pack because he wouldn’t submit would be a show of weakness. Even if Baekhyun ran away, he would be claimed by the first alpha that could get to him, his sweet smell drawing them in like bees to honey. And if he ran, his pack, his father’s pack, they would no doubt be killed or scattered.

There were too many ways this could all go wrong yet there was no way out. Baekhyun just hoped that whoever became his mate would be someone he could one day love.

**

Kris greeted Joonmyun and Baekhyun in his personal quarters rather than the public areas he normally used for business. This was already personal even if he had never meet the younger before.

Joonmyun looked more withdrawn and tired, dark blue eyebags looked like bruises pressed into his white skin. He wasn’t meeting his eyes, looking at the floor and Baekhyun. Kris’s heart ached as he realised that taking Baekhyun from Joonmyun’s pack would hurt him just as much as it would help his pack. He realised that the room was painfully silent so he teared his eyes away from the other alpha to look at the omega.

Baekhyun was slender, with dark purple hair, pale skin and pretty eyes. He looked so small, uncertainty and sadness clinging to him. Kris hoped that this boy would be the one that Luhan needed, Luhan seemed certain of it, so he would just have to leave to them to it. Wolves disliked interference during the mating process so he would leave Luhan alone for a couple of weeks and order that one set even a toe onto his floor. He’d hate for Luhan to accidentally kill someone who he believed a threat - newly mated wolves were more trouble than newly made ones in his opinion.

“We’ll do the ceremony now and then I’ll have you taken to your new quarters.”

A nod was the only response from both the men in front of him. He sighed as he realised he wouldn’t get much conversation from either of them.

“Suho… you’ll have to release Baekhyun now.” He spoke softly, knowing that this would disorientate them both. He’d done this before, to other wolves that he had taken from packs but this time his heart went out to the younger Alpha. Joonmyun was different, he didn’t deserve any pain.

Joonmyun’s expression tighten and he closed his eyes as he snapped the bond he held with Baekhyun that connected them.

**

The tie Baekhyun had to the whole pack was gone and the younger gasped at the emptiness he felt, overwhelmed as for the first time he couldn’t feel the gentle buzzing of the pack mind at the back of his thoughts. He no longer could reach out to Suho silently. He cried as he felt warm arms wrap around him in comfort. Suho was still there even though he could no longer feel him empathically.

“Let him go for a moment,” Kris quietly murmured in Suho’s ear yet audible to them all, with their sharp hearing.

Baekhyun felt himself being released as a piece of warm flesh was pressed to his lips. He gagged as he forced the meat down his gullet, not letting it rest in his mouth for a second to prevent tasting it and tried not to think about where it came from. As a born wolf who had never changed packs he had never been forced to eat a chunk of his Alpha’s flesh. He choked as he felt the sudden expansion. Suddenly he could feel Kris and others, so many others. It was all too much, too quickly.

**

Yifan caught the youngest as Baekhyun blacked out, placing him carefully on the sofa. The feeling of a new pack often overwhelmed wolves, it wasn’t uncommon for most to spend a couple of days recovering. They needed to adjust, mentally and emotionally.

Joonmyun softly stroked Baekhyun’s hair out of his face. “At least he wasn’t alone for long. He has never been alone, it would have been hard for him. Harder than suddenly having a new pack.”

“Will you be alright?” Yifan was looking at him with that deep concerned gaze that said so much that they never said aloud.

“I’ll be fine. I’ll adjust. He’s the one I’m more worried about.” Joonmyun finally allowed himself to stare at Yifan directly, “You’ll look after him, won’t you?” He couldn’t say more, it wasn’t his place now. Baekhyun was part of Yifan’s pack.

A sudden knock interrupted whatever Yifan was going to say as the door opened revealing a short but strong looking man. They nodded to each other in recognition as Yifan motioned to Baekhyun.

“Take him to his new quarters, Minseok.”

Minseok raised his eyebrows yet gave no other answer. Joonmyun remembered that Minseok never really spoke unless it was needed. He wondered how else he was similar or whether he had changed. Had the wolf that was promoted to Third after he left mated, was he still close to Yixing, did he still like football which he had apparently been obsessed with when he was human and hadn’t been able to give up when he became a wolf. He would have once called Minseok a friend yet they hadn’t talked in nearly 200 years.

He pressed a quick kiss to Baekhyun’s forehead before allowing Minseok to gently pick him up bridal style and take him from the room.

Joonmyun picked up a cloth and slowly pressed on the Yifan's wounded forearm. He was deep in thought, not noticing how the taller wolf was watching his face closely.

“Why did he seem surprised?”

“What do you mean?” Yifan sounded wary and that made Joonmyun shift around to watch the other Alpha more closely.

“Where is Baekhyun going? I trust Minseok which is why I let him take Baekhyun but why did he seem surprised when you told him to take him to his quarters? It was obvious you said that aloud for my benefit.”

“He-,” Yifan paused while he seemed to be composing himself, while he felt uneasiness grow within him. Had he just made a mistake? “He has been placed in the spare room of the room below us.”

Joonmyun felt something click in his mind, “That’s Luhan’s floor. You’re giving him to Luhan.” He growled. “What happened to giving him a choice? And on top of that he is an emotional wreck right now! He’s lost his pack, his father, his life, he doesn’t know anyone here and Luhan is about as delicate as a bull in a china shop! Luhan better not touch him before he is ready.” Joonmyun fumed.

“Luhan wouldn’t do anything that would harm him,” Yifan hissed, his eyes flashing as his wolf felt challenged by the other alpha's tone.

“He might not mean to but Luhan is an about as perceptive as a block of wood most of the time," Joonmyun didn't look Yifan in the eye but his voice was still furious.

“Baekhyun is his mate. You think Luhan has had it easy not having a mate? He’s 400 years old! You know what that does to wolf. And he knew Baekhyun was his mate the moment he smelt him.”

Comprehension dawned. “That’s why you approached me. That’s why you offered help. What would you have done if I had refused? Silently egged on the Kwon’s and then swooped in before he was claimed by another? You would have destroyed me and my pack to get him?”

Yifan was frozen, staring at the wall.

Joonmyun jumped up and left. He didn’t think he would be able to cope if he got the wrong answer.

**

Baekhyun woke slowly, the heaviness of sleep clouded his head but he felt his body gently pulling itself from the depths. As he became more aware of his surrounding his noticed the brightness of the room, the sun streaming through the floor to ceiling windows caused him the squint but he bet the view was gorgeous from them. The bed was comfy and warm, so he pulled the cover further up to retain the wonderful heat. It took a second for him the realise that most of the wonderful heat wasn’t caused by the heavy duvet but a body that was pressed firmly against his back. A face was buried in his neck, inhaling deeply and an arm curled possessively around his waist, tightening as he stiffened in fright.

“You’re awake. Finally!”

Baekhyun whimpered as the strong scent of an alpha surrounded him.

**

Important btw:

I just want to say cos I don't want you to get confused. There is a difference between Alpha and alpha (I know - I make life harder). An An Alpha is the head of a pack while alpha is the secondary sex of a werewolf. By secondary sex I mean, primary sex is male/female so therefore scondary sex is what else you are, alpha/beta/omega, which will tell someone whether someone can have children/how they could have children. And this is a sign that I have spent too much time reading omegaverse fanfic...

A/N:

I actually had to rewrite this completely. And I'm not sure how I feel about the changes I made... Can you believe I actually deleted the entire chapter I wrote 2 days ago?! Anyway while I was rewriting it (which was actually harder than it sounds even though it shoulda been fresh in my memory cos I was still writing it!), I actually had a new idea for the SeKai side so I decided to remove what I had written for them from this chapter and include it later. I then added the SuKris scene cos, you know, I thought that it would make sense for them to have one what with Suho bringing Baekhyun to Kris' pack. And then I kinda changed the LuBaek meeting scene completely!! It was going to have Luhan jumping on Baekhyun as soon as he entered the building and Suho getting mad, etc. But I am keeping some bits (ie Suho still got mad, though at Kris not Luhan) but they will be added to the beginning of the next chapter. So maybe me deleting my chapter was meant to happen... at least that's what I need to tell myself to prevent beating myself up!

I am so mean! I said I would give you a LuBaek scene and I give like 2 lines lol. But at least they meet... finally ;D

This would have been up sooner but me and my housemate started watching Game of Thrones!! OMG it's so good *rolls around in feels* I love fantasy and historical genres! A mash of them is brilliant. Maybe it's kinda obvious though since this is fantasy/supernatural and my other fic is historical... And then I started watching West Wing *sighs at own procrastination*

Also! I set up an ask.fm thing yesterday. Which I have no idea why I did but someone was talking to me about it and I thought, why not? I will sign up for another method of communication that I will suck at >.<

Anyway if you have any questions for me: http://ask.fm/walkingout

Promise

21walker — Wed, 02 Apr 2014 03:07:18 GMT

Promise
pairing: siwon/kyuhyun
rating: pg-13
word count: 3016
a/n: written for a competition sometime last year

Siwon remembers clearly the first time he saw Kyuhyun. The younger boy was trying ever so hard not to cry as he gently prodded his grazed knee. Seeing that he was all alone Siwon decided he should help. Marching up, he remembers losing his train of thought completely when two large teary eyes accompanied by round rosy cheeks stared up at him. He internally promised to prevent this little cherub-boy from ever crying again.

“I’ll look after you.” The first words that Siwon spoke to the younger Kyuhyun.

“It’s bleeding,” Kyuhyun stated the obvious in a heartbroken tone.

“I have some plasters in my bag, do you like Star Wars?” Siwon whispered secretly as he cleaned the wound with a tissue – he knew that the stuff he learnt at Cubs would come in useful.

“You have Star Wars plasters?” Kyuhyun asked back awestruck.

“I’ll let you have a Yoda one, he’s my favourite.” Siwon carefully placed a plaster, impressed with himself even though it was wonky and blood still stained the skin. “You can call me hyung if you want.”

The other boy blushed and smiled widely, the threat of tears completely dissipated.

Siwon was 8 when he met the 6 year old Kyuhyun. He didn’t realise how much his life would untwine itself with the other boys when they met, he was just excited at the idea of being a hyung. He had a little sister, but being an Oppa wasn’t as interesting as being a Hyung, at least in his opinion. He wanted to protect and look after the boy and teach him stuff and play games with him. He had always wanted a younger brother and when he met Kyuhyun he decided, in his young mind that Kyuhyun was now his.

When Kyuhyun was 7 and ready to enter elementary school, Siwon begged both of their mothers to make sure that Kyuhyun attended the same school as him. He didn’t want some other person to become Kyuhyun’s hyung. That was his special job. He had introduced himself to Kyuhyun’s mother the day that he returned him with a plastered knee, cementing himself in her affections and wrapping her around his small fingers. He jumped around like a loon on the first day of the new school year. He impatiently waited at the gates for a glimpse of the slighter boy. On seeing him he ran up, hugging him tightly, with Kyuhyun pushing him away with a pout.

“Why are you pouting?”

“I don’t want to go to school.”

“But it’s fun.” Siwon tilted his head in confusion.

“I want play my games at home. I don’t like other kids. They’ll be mean.” Kyuhyun nibbled his lower lip showing his fear.

“I’m here.” Siwon jumped in to reassure the younger. “You have to tell me if anyone is mean to you.”

“You’ll be in a different class though.” Kyuhyun’s brow remained furrowed.

“We can see each other at lunch!” Siwon enthused. “I’ve been waiting for you to come to school live me!”

Kyuhyun could practically see the happiness radiating from his hyung and so decided he should be happy as well.

When Siwon was 10 he was allowed to start walking Kyuhyun home, rather than have Kyuhyun’s mother come and pick them both up. He took great pleasure in being given this great responsibility. He liked been treated like a grown up and looking after his dongsaeng. Kyuhyun seemed to regard everything Siwon did or proclaimed in wide eyed wonder. He silently watched as his hyung charmed everyone and everything. Siwon it seemed would grow into a handsome man, both their mothers saying that they can already picture him as a heartbreaker. Siwon stuck up his nose and said that he had no intention of breaking hearts. Kyuhyun had remained silent through the whole exchange.

They both were bright boys, often topping the class. Siwon applied for a middle school not far from their elementary school. He said he wanted to be near in case Kyuhyun needed him. Kyuhyun pointed out that there wasn’t anything that he might need that Siwon could assist with that he couldn’t assist with from a school slightly further away. Siwon rolled his eyes and decided that he would go to that school anyway.

Kyuhyun was teary eyed on the last day of the school year before Siwon moved to middle school.

“Are you going to cry?”

“Why would I cry?”

“You look like you’re going to cry. I think it’s sweet that you are going to cry for me.” Siwon teased the grumpy looking boy.

“I will never let myself cry because of you!” Kyuhyun promised, stamping his foot in indignation.

“Never?” Siwon teased lightly. “What if I die?”

“You are not allowed to die, hyung!” Kyuhyun launched himself at the elder, “Promise you will never leave.”

Returning the embrace of the tinier boy, Siwon whispered, “I’ll never leave you. I promise.”

Middle school was strange to Siwon after spending the last 4 years in the same building as Kyuhyun. He could hardly remember the 2 years he spent without Kyuhyun when he first started his schooling. Kyuhyun had become a permanent fixture in his life, both boys seeing each other every weekend, as well as Siwon walking Kyuhyun home, often spending time at each other’s houses to do homework together or play games.

He didn’t realise how much of himself he dedicated to Kyuhyun until he felt the loneliness of separation, even though they still met up on the way back from school every day with Siwon treating Kyuhyun to food from the street stalls that lined the road that marked the joining of their routes home from their respective schools.

He started to talk more with some of the other boys from his school. Hyukjae and Junsu were best friends who he sat with in lunch, joining them on the football field afterwards though he didn’t have the enthusiasm for the sport that the two of them did. He felt glad that he was able to befriend them, however the two of them were clearly closer to each other than they were to him. But it was still nice that they included him, they tried to invite him to join them at the football club or to come out with them after school, but he waved them everything, heading towards the junction where Kyuhyun and he had unofficially agreed to wait for each other every day.

Kyuhyun had taken up piano and singing lessons after school, meaning that Siwon would be the one to wait some days. It wasn’t too long because his school came out later than the elementary, he also didn’t mind because the days he wasn’t waiting were the days that Kyuhyun had to wait for him. While part of him loved the idea that Kyuhyun waited for him, giving him the reminder that Kyuhyun cared for him still even though they were in different schools, Siwon hated the idea of Kyuhyun getting cold, or bored, or bothered by anyone because of his loitering on the corner waiting for Siwon. Siwon turned the corner to see Kyuhyun perched on a wall, swinging his legs while reading a book.

“What are you reading?”

“We have the middle school test coming up,” Kyuhyun eyed the older from his seat.

“Are you going to come to my school?” Siwon hadn’t brought it up, not wanting to be depressed if Kyuhyun indicated a preference to a different school. However a small bubble of hope that Kyuhyun would chose to attend his school hadn’t left him. He had always assumed that Kyuhyun would, but with Kyuhyun remaining silent about the matter, doubt had entered his mind.

“Do you want me to?” Kyuhyun asked awkwardly. He was just about to enter his teens and he was starting to grow. His limbs were longer; less stubby than they were when Siwon was still in elementary with him.

“Of course!” Siwon beamed as Kyuhyun nodded.

“Then I’ll go to your school then.”

Kyuhyun had entered the top class straight away and became known as the boy with the perfect score. Siwon had never been prouder.

He was also proud when he could finally introduce Kyuhyun to Hyukjae and Junsu, both who grinned in unison, asking if he liked football. Neither seemed bothered when he said he didn’t like sports. Siwon invited Kyuhyun to have lunch with them, which he did, dragging along his new tiny friend Ryeowook. They had bonded over the fact that both disliked socialising with people, Ryeowook because he was shy, Kyuhyun because he had become increasingly cantankerous, also both were in choir. Siwon slowly noticed that Kyuhyun was naturally ornery with most people he came into contact with. What had been shyness, an intense dislike of touching and a hatred of new people when younger was turning Kyuhyun into someone who was intolerant of anyone who bothered him as he grew older. Siwon didn’t notice this until Hyukjae pointed out that Siwon’s supposedly ‘cute’ dongsaeng was actually bloody scary to most people.

Siwon rationalised that Kyuhyun was probably just being difficult because he was a teenager and that he would grow out of it. Hyukjae stared at him while pointing out to him that they were all teenagers and none of them were as terrifying as Kyuhyun was when he was having a bad day. However Siwon could never be convinced that Kyuhyun’s grumpy pout wasn’t adorable.

At the end of the year they once again had to be separated due to Siwon moving up to high school. He had passed the test and got into an exclusive school from which most of the intake went on to the top universities. Siwon knew that he would be entering his father’s business after university, he had always known that, just as he had always known he was expected to go to one of the top universities. Hyukjae had decided to go to the same school as him, Junsu was moving to Japan and the other boy had declared that he wouldn’t lose both of his friends in one go. Siwon had been surprised that Hyukjae was that attached to him and also that the other boy would be willing to go to a very demanding school. He was filled with warmth knowing that he was thought so highly of.

Kyuhyun was once again in a foul mood on the last week of school, snapping at everyone, including Siwon.

“You know we’ll still see each other.”

“What has that got to do with anything?”

“You don’t need to keep acting like a hedgehog.” Siwon paused when Kyuhyun started to glare at him. “Hedgehogs are cute though.”

“Did you just call me cute?” Kyuhyun’s face was blank, with Siwon unable to read it.

“You’re always cute to me.” Siwon confessed truthfully. There was nothing wrong with that in his opinion. Kyuhyun coloured but remained silent, not saying another word.

They started to drift when Siwon went to high school. Siwon was working harder; he had been voted class president and also was on the school council. He was one of the top in the class as well as the school, he had grown into the looks that his mother had joked about when he was younger, towering over others with a beautiful smile. He had been persuaded to join the football team by Hyukjae, giving in to the pleading eyes and the sad face. After all Hyukjae had lost his closest friend, though Junsu seemed to skype him pretty much every night.

Siwon was too busy to see Kyuhyun after school anymore and weekends started to be taken up by school activities. The younger boy would look at him strangely, whenever they saw each other, as if he was trying to get into his head. He started to notice Kyuhyun was growing, more so than he had before. Kyuhyun was getting taller; his limbs longer and while gangly, still seemed graceful in a way to Siwon. He noticed that the acne that had graced Kyuhyun’s face in his early teen years was clearing up, and that his chubbiness was melting away revealing a beauty.

Siwon felt uncomfortable for the first time with Kyuhyun, unable to place what exactly he was feeling and why he felt like that. He pushed it down, shutting it up and refusing to look at it. He prayed that it would pass and that he would be able to return to being the attentive and ever present hyung soon. Until then he would keep his distance and he refused to acknowledge the hurt look on Kyuhyun’s face every time he told him that he was too busy to attend one of his singing competitions. Sometimes though he would sneak into the back anyway, watching as Kyuhyun entranced the audience with his velvet voice. He would watch as Kyuhyun scanned the crowd but remained in the shadows, refusing to listen to that small voice in his head that told him he was being ridiculous.

Kyuhyun was smart, smarter than Siwon, and so it surprised quite a few people when he decided to go to a school that specialised in music. It seemed that both he and Ryeowook would be attending together, both having passed the audition that all applicants had to take. Siwon tried not to acknowledge the despair that Kyuhyun would be attending a school the other side of the city and that they would now see each other even less.

Hyukjae would ask him how Kyuhyun was, saying how he hadn’t seen him around. He would look at Siwon with knowing eyes when Siwon brushed questions off, a hint of pity behind the gummy smile.

It was 2am when he had the first phone call, Kyuhyun blathering on about how high school sucked and Siwon could tell by the slight slur that alcohol had been involved.

“Where are you?”

“It doesn’t matter.”

“I’m going to come and get you.”

“Cos I shouldn’t be out this late? Or cos I’ve been drinking?” Anger was being flooded down the phone.

“You’re only 17! You shouldn’t be anywhere near alcohol.” Siwon scolded back.

“Nothing wrong with having a bit of fun. And this is the first time you’ve picked up one of my calls in forever.” Anger had changed to sadness.

“That’s not true. We talked last week.” Siwon said, though guilt flooded him.

“A week?!” Kyuhyun laughed unhappily. “We used to talk everyday. You used to tell me everything. What happened? Where did you go hyung?”

“I - ” He didn’t have a chance to reply before he heard the line drop. Guilt settled in his stomach like a lead weight.

“Hyung, will you come and pick me up?” The drinking had become something that Kyuhyun did often it seemed. He got phone calls, texts, angry messages. He wondered what had happened to that little cherub-boy who would do anything he told him to and would be happy with a Star Wars plaster or an ice lolly. Kyuhyun seemed angry at everyone and everything. Siwon would try and visit him, to meet up with him but Kyuhyun was avoiding him much like he had been avoiding Kyuhyun the previous year.

Siwon didn’t hesitate to get in the car to go get him. The car had been a gift from his parents, given the previous month when he had graduated high school and earned a place in a one of the most prestigious universities. Kyuhyun had appeared at the ceremony, smiling at Siwon’s parents and presenting Siwon with flowers and acting like the perfect dongsaeng, the perfect image that he projected whenever he needed to. He had avoided speaking with Siwon that day, slipping from his grasp whenever the elder had approached.

He pulled up to the pavement on which Kyuhyun was sitting, just outside of a park. He felt something shift when he sat down on the bench next to him, and Kyuhyun turned to him with wide scared eyes.

“We used to be so close. I would do anything for you, and I thought you would do anything for me. I was so scared that you would become bored and forget about me one day. Do you remember you once promised you would never leave me hyung?”

“When I left elementary.” Siwon laughed at the years old memory, yet he felt the serious undertone of Kyuhyun’s rambling. “You were nearly in tears.”

“I promised you I would never cry because of you… yet I broke that promise so many times hyung.”

Siwon closed his eyes, hoping that this wouldn’t happen. But there was nothing to stop this from happening.

“I love you hyung. I mean it, I really do love you.”

“You are 18… you aren’t old enough to be in love.” Siwon sighed deeply, refusing to meet the other boys eyes.

“Are you saying that you don’t feel anything? Because I won’t believe you.” Kyuhyun exclaimed loudly.

“If, let’s say if, you were in love with me. Who’s to say it will last? Young love disappears as quickly as it appears.”

“But this didn’t appear overnight and it hasn’t gone away!” Kyuhyun grabbed the older boys face, turning it towards him. “I think I’ve always felt this way. I wanted you all to myself ever since we were children. I wanted you to be mine and I wanted to be yours. Every time some girl confessed I wanted to hit them. Every time you ignored me or avoided me I felt like I was being slapped.”

“I am scared that one day you will realise that while you love me, you aren’t in love with me. That you were just confused.” Siwon looked at Kyuhyun’s teary face and suddenly wondered why exactly he was fighting this so much. He didn’t want to hurt the other boy but he seemed to be doing exactly that.

Kyuhyun grinned, “Does that mean you do love me hyung?”

“I love you Kyu,” Siwon whispered, the pressure that had been building up in his chest suddenly released.

“You promise?”

“Promise.”

Did You Miss Me?

21walker — Wed, 02 Apr 2014 03:04:03 GMT

Did You Miss Me?
pairing: Wonkyu
rating: pg-13
word count: 962
a/n: written for WonKyu Epoch

Kyuhyun rubbed the sweet scented oil into his master’s back as the other slaves rubbed another part of him dry and removed any hair that they could find from his skin. Once the man they were attending had been covered with a shendyt skirt that was slung around his hips, he left the room only followed by Kyuhyun. The heat meant that everyone was wearing the minimum needed.

Kyuhyun breathed deeply as he waited for his master to tell him what had happened in more detail than the vague rumours he had heard on the street. His master had been sent by General Djehuty himself to the Pharaoh Thutmose III to proclaim that the city of Joppa had been captured and was being punished in the Pharaoh’s name. The son of one of the General’s sisters, his master was a trusted officer under Djehuty’s command; not just anyone could personally talk to the Pharaoh and deliver the news.

Though he was the trusted one, Kyuhyun could sense his master’s displeasure at being sent back so soon and not spending more time in the city which was still being ransacked of valuables and goods. The other officers would have taken from the most valuable homes and seized the most beautiful and strong slaves, his master would have missed out of a small fortune. One good thing about being the messenger and being sent back was that he could live in the luxury of his own home, with his own slaves; besides Kyuhyun had missed his master’s presence and it wasn’t as if his master wasn’t already wealthy. Sleeping in the slave quarters rather than at the foot of his master’s bed was uncomfortable. And Kyuhyun’s blunt personality and the clear favouritism of their master meant that some of the other slaves were cold to him.

He frowned as his master as he collapsed on the stone seating next to water feature outside. The house, as all the largest wealthiest houses were, was situated along the river, with ponds around the grounds being directly filled by the Nile. When the larger, well-built man was comfortable he beckoned to the waiting slave who walked slowly over to his master, feeling put out by having to remain in the burning sun. His master might be able to tan and look god-like but he preferred the shade and his paleness was now part of his beauty. Many of his master’s acquaintances had tried to buy him because of his difference to the others who spent most of their time in the sun.

“Did you miss me?” His master whispered in his ear as he was pulled on the elder’s lap.

“Oh course, master. I missed you so much.” Kyuhyun spoke softly, practically purring as his master started to stroke his hands over his waist, chest and back. He knew his master loved his voice so he didn’t want to hold back a sound as he was touched.

“I missed you. No one else held up to you.” His master continued. “I knew you would grow into a beauty when I saw you so long ago.”

“Yes, master.” Kyuhyun murmured. He remembered being bought to his master from a faraway place, delivered at a young age as an exotic creature to become a rich man’s pet. He didn’t remember where he was from originally, but no one looked anything like him. He was glad that his master was so kind to him.

“Do you want me to tell you what happened? I know you love to know everything.”

“Please.” His master always allowed anything that the younger wanted. He allowed the younger to learn everything a young master would be taught. This slave was better educated than some nobles were and he certainly had a sharper mind.

“The General was amazing. He arranged a talk with the rebel leader outside of the city. The leader made sure that none of us were present, he only allowed the General and he didn’t allow any weapons. It didn’t matter because no one can stop Thuti when he does something – the rebel scum was killed with Thuti’s bare hands.”

“Did that lead to the fall of the city?” Kyuhyun asked inquisitively.

“No. The General then sent a message to Joppa that the army had been defeated, that the rebels had won.” His master’s voice became awe filled as he recounted what had happened. “He sent a tribute to the Governor; 200 wicker baskets.”

“A tribute? How did that help?” Kyuhyun pouted because nothing seemed to make sense and his master wasn’t being fast enough with his explanation.

His lower lip was poked as his master laughed and continued, “The tribute, the 200 baskets, each had a soldier in it! The Governor took the baskets into the city before he opened them. When we were in we sprang out and captured the city like that!” He snapped his fingers causing the slave to jolt as the sound was next to his ear and the master to laugh at the others expression.

“And then I was sent back here to tell the Pharaoh the good news.” The master sighed as he nuzzled into his slave’s nape.

“Are you upset that you were the one sent back?” Kyuhyun asked in a small voice. He had been wishing and praying for his master to come back as soon as possible but he didn’t want his master to be upset.

“I was.” His master admitted, “But not anymore.” His master turned his head to peck a kiss onto his pouting lips. “As soon as I saw you, I was glad I was sent back.”

The slave smiled brightly enough to drown out the blaring sun and the master smiled in return at the beautiful sight.

i'm a fool for you

21walker — Wed, 02 Apr 2014 02:45:15 GMT

pairing: baekhyun/tao
genre: high school
rating: pg-13
a/n: written for this prompt on epm. my first time filling a prompt ^^ i know it's a bit late but i was at work til nearly midnight...

“I’m going to do it!”

Three faces turned to their friend as he loudly slammed his lunch on the table to announce his arrival showing various degrees of curiosity.

“Do what?”

“I’m going to ask Tao out.” Baekhyun grinned triumphantly.

“It’s April Fool’s Day,” Jongdae decided to point out the obvious while Chanyeol started laughing and Kyungsoo returned to his lunch.

“That’s the beauty of it. If he rejects me I can say it was a joke, cos it’s April 1st.”

Jongdae blinked in shock at Baekhyun’s confident grin. In the background Chanyeol started howling again.

“Why am I friends with you?” Kyungsoo asked. “That is seriously the most idiotic thing I have ever heard, ever.”

“It’s brilliant! Pure brilliance!”

Jongdae decided that he better try and calm Chanyeol down before he died of too much laughter. Once he started, sometimes that boy could laugh for hours, anything setting him off.

“What on earth makes you think Tao would say yes to you. He knows you as the least serious guy in the school and it’s April Fool’s Day. You are setting yourself up for failure.”

“I refuse to listen to your negativity. It is ruining my vibe. My plan is amazing and you at just a grumpy pants.”

“Let’s just see who’s right in the end.”

Tao walked down the corridor towards his locker followed by Sehun and Jongin. His two best friends had officially started dating a few weeks ago (and had been dancing around each other for months before that) while that was great, it made him feel like the perpetual third wheel. He wanted someone, someone who would go on cute dates with him and send him flirty texts when they were in separate classes.

Not that he would ever admit it but there was one person he really wanted to do all the soppy shit that Sehun and Jongin did together.
Someone who was standing in front of his locker with a giant grin and a bouquet of flowers.

Tao hadn’t been able to say anything but ‘No’, the amused faces of the other students reminded him of the date and the glaringly mismatched flowers made him scared. He had liked Baekhyun for ages, since he had since the older boy on his first day of school. He didn’t cross paths with him often though Jongdae and Jongin were brothers.

His gut had been screaming at him to accept but Baekhyun was well known for pulling pranks and embarrassing people.

He feels like crying when the older boy shouts ‘April Fools’ and runs away.

Baekhyun runs straight to his dorm room from the crowded hallway. He buries himself in his giant duvet, which is totally too big for his tiny single but useful for making into comfy cave and losing himself in.

Kyungsoo opens the door sometime later, laying ben and jerry’s baked alaska, custard donuts and a giant bag of malteasers next to his pillow.

“Eat the ice cream before it melts, I refuse to explain the sticky mess to the cleaners again.”

Baekhyun stuck his head out to see all three of his friends, even though Chanyeol and Jongdae were day students. He didn’t really want anyone to see him with swollen reds eyes but he knew that they wouldn’t be mean. At least not until he was feeling better.

He pouted at the younger boys.

“I won’t say I told you so.”

“You just said it!”

“We won’t let Kyungsoo say another word,” Jongdae pushed Kyungsoo off of his own bed as he made to speak.

“We brought our laptops. Wanna play League?” Chanyeol asked picking up his school bag which looked bulkier than usual.

Baekhyun knew his friends weren’t great at comfort, they were more used to taking the piss out of each other but he appreciated the gesture. They didn’t say anything though they were all camped out in the tiny dorm room playing his favourite game and letting him stuff himself with ice cream and his favourite sweets. And no one said anything about his earlier rejection.

Kris came back from his two week trip to visit his mum to the news of Baekhyun’s epic prank of asking Tao out on April Fool’s day. His eyebrows twisted making him look even more like an angry bird.

First thing he decided to do was check on Tao, while sending a quick text to Jongdae that he was back and to meet him in the back courtyard.

Tao was like a younger brother, with Kris being designated Tao’s guide when he arrived. Both with similar backgrounds and Kris less likely to lose him or forget him completely when distracted by a certain baozi, which is what would have happened if ever of the other two Chinese boys in the senior year had been put in charge of him. Tao was sulking in front of his locker when he approached. The Tao he had left was always conscious of other people and refused to look anything other than perfect. This Tao looked unkempt and messy. He also looked deeply upset.

“What’s wrong didi?” Kris asked gently.

A gross sounding sniff assaulted his ears as Tao turned to him.

“Ge~”

“Is this about Baekhyun?” He received a sad look. Giving his charge a long hug and a promise to take him shopping at the weekend, he left to search for his other former mentee. Part of him regretted signing up for student council duties but he had had a huge crush on the cute rep of another class and had been desperate to find some common ground.

“What’s going on Jongdae? I come back to stories of pranks and sulking pandas.”

“Hyung, can I just say I tried to talk him out of it.” Jongdae smiled guiltily.

“You didn’t say a word, I was the one who called him an idiot,” Kyungsoo glowered at the other boy.

“Semantics.” Jongdae waved the other boy away as he peered up his hyung.

“Where’s Baekhyun?” Kris sighed, he wanted to fix this before he developed a headache. He already had a shitload of work to catch up on. He didn’t need to be running around trying to sort out his dongsaengs stupidity. Would it have killed anyone to text him while he was away? He was going to put a ‘don’t make any rash decisions without notifying Kris’ rule in place if this carried on. He already had Yixing and Luhan send him messages that they needed to talk to him now he was back. It didn’t bode well.

“He’s been hiding in his room since the 1st.”

“Seriously?”

“Yeah hyung, he was pretty cut up about it. He was really scared of the idea of the rejection and the embarrassment and the humiliation and then the pity which would happen. So I’m guessing that’s why he decided to confess when he did.” Chanyeol cut in. “I’m guessing that’s why he decided to confess the way he did. This way only we know that it meant more than it actually seemed and so he only has to suffer the rejection, not all the other stuff. Tao on the other hand has had a well known crush on Baekhyun since he arrived, so to him as well as many others it seemed like Baekhyun was confessing in a stupid April Fools prank, so of course Tao would refuse. He and the school had just been reminded of his crush, which would make Baekhyun an arse, which 80% of the school’s population already think he is. Baekhyun is an oblivious idiot for not knowing about the crush, cos this whole thing coulda been avoided if he had just paid a bit more attention.”

The other three looked at him in mild shock. The lanky boy was rooting around in a packet of revels and hadn’t seemed to be paying attention. They were once again reminded of how Chanyeol came to the school on a scholarship. He was constantly underestimated.

“Right… I’ll go find him, tell him he’s a moron and sort this out.”

“You don’t think I tried that?!” Kyungsoo asked incredulously.

“The difference is 15cms, determination and a huge dollop of annoyance. Plus I bet you just told him he was a moron.”
Kyungsoo glared as Kris strode off.

“You’re a moron.”

“Thanks hyung. How was your holiday?” Baekhyun frowned at the taller boy.

“You are worse than a moron cos you could easily be in a relationship right now, happy as a clam but no, you had to make a fool of yourself by confessing on April Fools Day.”

“It was a brilliant idea that in hindsight might not have been fully thought through taking account for every variable.”

“Like how you’re a moron.” Kris grinned as the mood seemed to lighten since he entered the room.

“Like how I’m a moron.”

“What are you going to do now?”

“What do you mean? I am going to stew here until I feel strong enough to go to class and then I am going to ignore the fact that I was rejected.”

“You are still a moron. That is a stupid plan.”

“Why? What do you suggest?”

“Get up and go confess to Tao properly! The poor boy has had a crush on you forever! He probably thinks that you knew and wanted to make a fool of him which is why you confessed on April Fool’s Day. He’s not exactly been subtle about it.” Kris sighed as comprehension dawned on the younger’s face.

“So I just humiliated him in front of the entire school to save myself from humiliation?”

“Yes!” Kris’ eyes flashed. “So you better go out there and make that boy a beautiful confession and then be the best damn boyfriend otherwise you will have me to answer to!”

He watched as Baekhyun ran out the room and felt so much better.

Two weeks later he was regretting helping as he was turfed out of his shared dorm room with Tao. He just hoped Kyungsoo had forgiven him yet for mentioning his height.

a/n: i mentioned all the foods i am craving right now! i would kill for some b&j or some malteasers or some revels or a custard donut... oh well i will buy some tomorrow... maybe...

i started writing this but then i was so busy. i decided i better finish it so that i could post it before it stopped being april 1st somewhere in the world lol

also i suck so badly at fluff or romance that i just skipped the confession scenes completely! i am sorry op! i liked your prompt though xD

Bu Bu Jing Xin - Chapter 28 Preview

21walker — Thu, 27 Mar 2014 18:25:19 GMT

Eyes On The Moon - Chapter 4

21walker — Sun, 19 Jan 2014 16:58:49 GMT

Title: Eyes on the Moon
Pairings: Luhan/Baekhyun, Kris/Suho, Kris/Yixing; side, Xiumin/Tao, Kai/Sehun
Genre: werewolf, omegaverse
Rating: PG-13 (this chapter)
Summary: Suho is the new Alpha of a depleted and damaged pack.

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Chapter 4

Suho felt rather than heard Baekhyun enter his study, previous Baekhyun’s fathers. Suho hadn’t changed it and he wondered how Baekhyun felt looking at all of his father’s possessions still littered around the room.

“You should take something,” Suho spoke softly but still caused the younger wolf to jump in surprise.

“Pardon?”

“You should take something of his.”

Baekhyun smiled softly before picking up a small puzzle ball that Kangta used to fiddle with when he was bored. It was hundreds of years old ivory, designed for royalty, now worn but still exquisite.

“Thank you,” Baekhyun mumbled still discernable for the alpha.

“It should be yours anyway.” Suho looked at the pale exhausted face, “Remember Baekhyun that this was your father’s pack and so it will always remain your home. Let me know if they aren’t treating you well. I will talk to Kris.” The last few words were filled with wariness, his sadness seeping through even though he tried to control it.

“My father told me…” Suho looked at the younger with curious eyes. “My father mentioned once… that you used to be a member of Kris’s pack…” The younger seemed to know it was a sensitive subject but Suho knew the younger just wanted reassuring.

“Kris may seem fierce, but he is generally fair. If he says he won’t push you into anything, he won’t push you.”

Baekhyun’s posture was still tensed as he gazed at the floor. Suho slowly walked towards him, giving the younger a chance to reject him before he pulled him into an embrace. Baekhyun instantly relaxed into Suho’s arms, feeling safe and secure with his alpha.

“Can… can I visit?”

Suho controlled himself from reacting to the broken voice. He didn’t want to show his uncertainty, he needed to be strong for Baekhyun and for everyone else in his pack.

“I will visit. I will visit as often as you want me too.” Suho’s promise was fierce as he was determined, even if Baekhyun belonged to another pack, that he would always protect the younger. He had always viewed the younger as a precocious little brother and his view wouldn’t change even if he was leaving them.

After a few minutes Baekhyun eased himself out of his leader’s hold, giving him a thankful smile.

Suho watched as he started to leaving before reminding him, “We leave at 10 tomorrow so be sure to have everything you want to take with you packed tonight.”

A nod was all he got in reply as the omega exited the room.

**

Luhan was bouncing with nerves. Kris told him earlier that the omega he knew instantly was his mate was called Baekhyun.

He hadn’t been able to stop himself chanting the name since he had heard it. It sounded beautiful as he was sure the younger wolf was.

Luhan had only been able to stop his chanting when he heard the name of the other pack’s Alpha. He recognised it instantly and knew that Kris must be filled with inner turmoil though he would never allow anyone to see it. He simply let sympathy fill their pack bond to let the other know that he was there for him if he needed it. Normally Luhan would let Yixing know if Kris was in a mood. The Alpha’s mate was a cure all in most situations, able to get Kris out of the most melancholy or foul moods, however he doubted that either of them would want to be near each other at the moment. Joonmyun was the one dark mark on their otherwise perfect relationship.

Leaving his cousin to brood in peace, he doubted the other wanted to be with him when he was so happy after being told that the other pack had been given a deal and that he might be seeing his mate sooner rather than later, Luhan practically skipped down the corridors to his floor. He only restrained himself when he saw one of the many lower wolves that made up their large pack.

Sometimes Luhan missed the smallness of their original pack. Now they had so many members that he didn’t know half of them apart from their names. The closeness of a smaller pack was somewhat lacking though they made up for that by having a few close members at the centre.

As he entered his floor, one down from Kris and Yixing’s, he looked around and wondered whether Baekhyun would want to change anything. Obviously the younger would want to settle in and make the place his own. Yixing changed Kris’s personal quarters every time he was pregnant or bored. One time Luhan remember he painted the walls bright neon colours – Kris had not been impressed at all. Though Yixing had pouted the entire time Kris had watched them being painted back to a more sedate beige.

Luhan decided he needed to get rid of this nervous excitement otherwise he wouldn’t be able to control his wolf when he saw him. Luhan’s wolf disagreed, saying that he would never do anything that would scare their mate. Not wanting to take any chances Luhan got ready for a run.

**

Yixing curled in a ball in the middle of Jongdae’s bed stared at the wall hard. He didn’t know what he should do. He didn’t know how he should act right now or how he should or when he should go back to his own quarters and Kris.

When Kris had told him that Joonmyun was going to be visiting him on official business as the Alpha of another pack he had felt as if his world had rocked. He hadn’t heard that name in so long, hadn’t felt the guilt that flooded him in years, the anxiousness crawled at him and he hadn’t been able to resist seeing the other man with his own two eyes.

He knew Kris was going to be worse, his mate had fought against himself for years when the first mated. The three of them had been stuck in perpetual tension and then Yixing had broken; he had snapped and Joonmyun left. Kris had been bereft, lost without his precious Joonmyun. Yixing had picked up the pieces, the reason for the alpha's sadness but also the cure. He was an omega, Joonmyun wasn’t and nothing could change that.

Except Yixing knew, deep down, that a part of Kris’s would always be Joonmyun’s Yifan rather than Yixing’s Kris.

He just didn’t know how he should act or what he should do.

No one told him been mated would have these sort of complications. Every omega was told that alpha’s would do anything for them, would covet them, would cherish them and their children. He was never told what to do if his alpha came as a package deal and his competition wasn’t another omega but an alpha. An alpha that Kris would never admit was more than a trusted lieutenant and yet when that lieutenant had left Kris had fallen apart.

No had told him what he should do if the person he loved was in love with someone else.

**

A/N:

So I have been really busy recently what with Christmas and New Year and a new job and moving house (to a completely different part of the country) and having a new dog who is the most needy animal ever (seriously she can’t be on her own for 2 minutes – she whines when I go to the loo and having a shower she just sits outside the bathroom being pathetic) so I haven’t really been in the mood to write. It took me like 5 days to get down just over 1000 words… that is depressing…

Anyway this would be longer but I didn’t want people to think I had abandoned this story. I am determined to finish this sooner rather than later but then again determination means nothing in the face of real life problems lol

This chapter was basically a set up for the next. It was also supposed to highlight the difference between Luhan and Baekhyun in regards to how they will feel when they meet. Totally different.

Please comment – I like constructive criticism as well ^^ As long as you don’t tell me this is the most awful story ever I think I will survive (you have nothing on university professors/college teachers hahaha)

Bu Bu Jing Xin - Chapter 27

21walker — Mon, 30 Dec 2013 00:43:55 GMT

Title: Bu Bu Jing Xin (Startling By Each Step)
Pairings: Kyuhyun centric, there will be various pairing/friendships, main wonkyu though hankyu, eunkyu, kyumin, changkyu also present. Also Hanchul, Eunhae, Minsu, and so many others I can't actually remember them all.
Genre: Historical, humour, angst, romance
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: There will be character death (near the end though), plus some characters will have really sad endings (for spoilers watch the drama!) and also will probably add smut sometime.
Summary: Kyuhyun gets hit by a car and wakes up not in the the body of a 25 year old computer analyst like he expected but in the body of a 16 year old noble boy in the Qing dynasty. Confused and annoyed he then ends up entangled in the lives of the Princes he had learnt about in history class, as well as one of the messiest battles for the throne in China's history.

A/N: This is a SuJu version of the drama Bu Bu Jing Xin. I don't know whether anyone has written one before, if they have let me know, I'd love to read it! I will be sticking to the plot quite closely, I am in no way amazing enough to think up all this, I will change some stuff and add side stories of some characters that I love to bits and wanted developing more. I have no idea why I decided to post this. I think my love for this drama and Kyuhyun one day decided to drive me crazy.

Chapter 27

It had been a magical few weeks. Hangeng was charming and considerate. He looked at Kyuhyun in such a way that the younger man was constantly blushing. Even with both of them busy with official duties they always found time to see each other, and if had been a particularly long few days with few meetings Hangeng would send gifts, such as one time he somehow managed to fill Kyuhyun’s entire tent with flowers. Kyuhyun had no idea how he managed to convince Ryeowook that the flowers were to use in tea and snacks.

It was in the meadows that they had the most freedom. And one day they went beyond the light pecks. Kyuhyun tried not to seem too eager, after all this lifetime he was supposed to be untouched and innocent to at a certain point. The experiences he had had in his past life would be frowned upon in this time, though he missed that side of relationships he knew not to go too far with Hangeng too soon. He couldn’t understand his mind flashing back to the passion filled kiss he had with the Fourth Prince the previous year when he had first held Hangeng, but he pushed all thought of Siwon to the back of his mind as he focussed wholly on the man with him now.

It was one of these times that Kyuhyun couldn’t stop himself from asking, “Are you happier now than you were with Mi ge?”

Hangeng stilled as Kyuhyun disentangled himself, sitting up to look down on the other man. He didn’t know why he had asked, it had slipped out, but it had been on his mind. He didn’t know what to feel about the fact that the man he was laying with was his brother-in-law, someone who he knew loved his brother and had been eager to marry him.

Hangeng looked withdrawn, as if he was remembering back to the time that he had been vaguely happy with his Ce’fujin. He faced the horizon rather than meeting Kyuhyun’s gaze. “When I first saw Mi I was so happy. He was so beautiful and elegant, looking like a painting. I was delighted that Imperial Father had given him as my next wife, I had seen him the year before when he had visited the capital with his father. He had sparkled back then. So on my wedding day, when I removed the veil and revealed Mi’s face, I was shocked to discover that he was crying. I thought at first he was just homesick and that with him he would be happy. When he discovered he was with child, I was overjoyed and I could tell Mi was excited, though he still seemed dim compared to the dazzling youth I had seen the previous year.” Hangeng closed his eyes briefly before continuing. “I sent someone to find out what happened, to investigate what had changed. That was when…”

“I know that rest,” Kyuhyun whispered as Hangeng seemed to struggle to work out what exactly had happened that caused everything to slip out of his control. Hangeng had inadvertently caused the death of Mi’s lover and the death of his own child. Kyuhyun could see the guilt on the elder’s face, a mirror of Mi’s when he had told the story from his view point a few years ago.

“Kyuhyun,” Hangeng looked at him with serious eyes, “I committed a grave mistake with Mi. I wouldn’t allow myself to commit the same mistake twice. I need to make sure that you would be happy. I have to make you happy.” He smiled slightly. “I remember before Tenth’s wedding you asked me, ‘Why must one’s destiny be decided by someone else?’ I knew then that you and Mi were different.”

Kyuhyun looked deep into Hangeng’s eyes and knew he wasn’t lying. One of the prince’s hands cupped the younger’s cheek, before Kyuhyun pressed his hand against it to stop it from leaving.

“Kyuhyun, do you have any idea how much I have missed you these past years? I wish for you to marry me happily and willingly. But your heart is so difficult for me to understand. I know that you have me in your heart yet you kept on rejecting me.” Hangeng looked confused as he removed his hand after Kyuhyun let it go. Kyuhyun felt guilt rush him as the prince looked so wounded, “I didn’t know how to get you to willingly accept me.”

Suddenly his eyes were covered by Hangeng’s hand. “Don’t look at me like that. Sometimes you gaze at me with such sorrow. Why do you look at me like that?” Kyuhyun brushed aside the hand but didn’t answer the question. How was he supposed to explain that he knew what the future would hold for Hangeng? Even though he planned to do everything in his power to prevent it from happening what if he couldn’t stop it? What if Hangeng was fated for a miserable ending? How could he put all of his worry into words?

“I don’t want to lose you,” were the words that came out of his mouth, not really explaining the turmoil that was happening within him. “I want you to always be well.”

Hangeng smiled slightly, seemingly relieved and also happy, “You won’t lose me. I will always stay by your side.”

Kyuhyun smiled in return, wishing with all his heart that those words could remain true.

**

Walking into the Eighth Prince’s tent, Kyuhyun sat on the confused man’s lap before raising his hand and biting it. Pulling his hand back, Hangeng looked even more confused at the younger man.

“I was remembering the time you made me stand for hours while you talked with Tenth Prince and Fourteenth Prince.” Kyuhyun smirked as he quote, “Ten years is not too late for a nobleman to seek revenge.”

Hangeng laughed at the cheekiness, glad that the other was so informal and relaxed around him. Never had he been treated by anyone the way Kyuhyun treated him. Most reviewed him in awe as one of the more powerful princes in the realm, while Kyuhyun constantly acted against convention, surprising him again and again. He found that this was one of the reasons he was drawn to him.

He gently pulled the grinning youth down so he could press their lips together. When he released Kyuhyun, the other was blushing and pouting at being laughed at.

“I got questioned by the Crown Prince today. He seemed suspicious as to why we seemed close.”

“Let him think what he likes,” Hangeng shrugged as Kyuhyun slid off of his lap and walked towards the table of food. “We will soon be back in the capital. We should arrange our marriage when we get back.”

Kyuhyun felt uncertainty flood him as he turned back to the Eighth Prince.

“He just views you as taboo. You have served by Imperial Father’s side for so many years and are favoured by him. If you wanted to you could give us great insight into Imperial Father’s thoughts.” Kyuhyun stiffened at the idea. He had no intention of betraying Kangin. Though the man was a supreme ruler, something Kyuhyun disagreed with on principle, the Emperor was kind to him and always tried to be fair with as many people as possible. Hangeng seemed to see his lover’s unease and changed topics. “You should eat.”

Kyuhyun looked down at the table and realised they were all of his favourite dishes. The chef had even removed the skin of the fish, just the way he liked it. But why did the food feel unsatisfactory and disappointing?

**

“I can’t believe we have to separate again!” Junsu complained loudly to an amused Kyuhyun. The Mongol Prince had been pouting all morning and had refused to leave Kyuhyun’s side. His clinginess was adorable and Kyuhyun returned the affection by feeding the prince sweet treats that he had originally made for the Emperor.

“I think we will meet again. Next year there will be another expedition. Hopefully we will both be on it.”

“I will make sure I am!” Junsu cried as he hugged Kyuhyun fiercely. “We had such a happy time, even though he wasn’t here.”

“That was just a small imperfection,” Kyuhyun laughed as he reminded himself to call Changmin a small imperfection some time.

Junsu let his voice drop to a whisper, “Will you remember to ask about Thirteenth Prince on my behalf?”

“I’ll remember!” Kyuhyun replied half exasperated. This was the fourth time the Mongolian prince had mentioned Changmin that day. He doubted he would forget even if he wanted to.

Junsu grinned happily as a Mongolian servant entered the tent. “Your Highness, your father is looking for you.”

“I know.” Junsu sighed as he turned back to Kyuhyun and pulled him into a warm hug. “Kyuhyun, I will see you again.”

“Take care Your Highness.”

Junsu smiled forlornly as he exited the tent to return to his father and Kyuhyun felt bereft of a great friend.

**

“We will be leaving for the capital tomorrow. Before we go, is there anything you want to do or anywhere you want to go?” Hangeng asked as he took Kyuhyun for a stroll in the late afternoon.

Kyuhyun smiled, “I want to go to all the places we normally visit on one of our walks.”

“Alright.”

It was dark by the time they started back towards the camp. They had walked all the way to the meadow that they usually had visited by horseback. Kyuhyun let himself be content with the warmth that he felt from the other man walking by his side, holding his hand firmly.

He took a deep breath and tried to settle his stomach as he opened his mouth to speak.

“If I wanted you to do something for me, I’m not sure you could promise me that you could do it.”

“Do you still need to ask me something like this? Whatever you ask, I will do everything in my power to accomplish it.” Hangeng smiled, unsuspecting of the upcoming question.

“If… If I asked you to give up the throne?” Hangeng stopped walking but didn’t face him. “Would you do it?”

“I don’t think this has anything to do with the two of us.” Hangeng’s voice was tight and his body filled with tension. Warning sirens were flashing in Kyuhyun’s mind but he had to carry on.

“If you can promise, we will be together. If you can’t promise, we will separate.”

Hangeng was trembling as he said, “It’s late, you should go back and rest. Tomorrow will be tiring.” He started to pull on Kyuhyun’s hand, dragging him back to the campsite.

Kyuhyun yanked his hand away from the painful grasp. “I am serious.” His eyes were filled with tears as he carried on. “I know what I am talking about.” He swallowed weakly as he struggled to find the words, “Haven’t we lived happily these past few weeks? We can be like this in the future.” He walked forward and wrapped his arms around the prince’s neck, pressing their foreheads together but keeping his eyes closed as he thought of the future they could have. “In Spring we could go to the countryside and pick flowers. In Summer, we can drift about on a lake in a boat. In Autumn, we can go riding on the grasslands. In Winter, we can appreciate the beauty of the snow. We can read and write poetry.” Kyuhyun felt the Hangeng’s breath fanning his lips but the other man didn’t come closer but slowing stepped back out of his grasp.

But he didn’t stop talking, the world he had imagined still sitting within his reach, “We could visit the desolated areas in the North. I also know how to make many dishes. Some dishes that not many in the Imperial Court of Qing know how to make.” Hangeng was slipping further and further away and Kyuhyun was desperately trying to grab him back now, “I also know…”

“These past few weeks, you’ve had an agenda.” Hangeng’s voice was hard to interpret. Anger and disappointment, hurt and confusion were all warring with other emotions that Kyuhyun couldn’t name. “Every lyric you sang for me, every single word you said to me… Was it all for today?”

“My feelings for you are true. I never lied to you.” Kyuhyun cried out, he knew what Hangeng was implying but he did love Hangeng.

“Kyuhyun. Why?” Hangeng drew his eyebrows together in confusion. “I remember what you told me that time so long ago. ‘Why must one’s destiny be decided by someone else? Why can’t we decide on our own destiny?’ At that time, even though I scolded you, in my heart, I felt the same.” Hangeng started to pace as he talked, “Because my mother was born of a low status and because of the circumstances of my birth, I was treated poorly at the palace as I was growing up. All these years, every step I’ve taken and all my hard work, it was all to take my destiny into my own hands. We are all the sons of the Emperor. So why is Second Brother the Crown Prince? Why not me?!” Hangeng became louder as his indignation came to the surface. “If he were suitable for the post, I would say nothing. But he isn’t! Whether in personality or intelligence, he can’t convince anyone that he is suitable to be Crown Prince! Just because his mother was loved the most by Imperial Father, he was able to get anything he wanted since his birth. I won’t accept it!”

He stopped shouting as he returned to Kyuhyun, speaking more calmly, his face more controlled he asked, “Don’t you understand? I started from having no supporters, from the weakest background, to having a strong backing from some of the most powerful officials. Do you know how much I have worked and sacrificed in order to get Ninth, Tenth and Fourteenth Brother to follow me? Do you realise how much care and strength I have spent on them?” His voice was forceful as he approached Kyuhyun, who had tears streaming down his face. “I have no familial supporters. I can only count of making political alliances. I’ve had to put in an incredible amount of work.”

Kyuhyun’s voice was weak and distraught when he tried to counter all of that emotion. “The fight for the throne is fraught with danger. I only want to live the rest of my life with you. In peace and comfort. I have my own reasons that I can’t reveal. The decision to be with you was a hard decision, which I have finally made.”

Hangeng’s face was indiscernible as he slowly wiped away some of Kyuhyun’s tears and said, “I want the throne and I want you.”

Kyuhyun felt a fresh wave of sorrow fill him as his attempt to change fate was thrown back at him.

“Don’t think about all this nonsense. Go back and rest.” Hangeng whispered as he drew the weeping boy into his embrace, not knowing the real reason for his heartbreak.

All Kyuhyun could think was; What am I supposed to do now?

**

Kyuhyun looked out of the carriage window as in moved slowly towards the capital. At times like this he greatly missed modern transportation and all its perks. Fast travel, comfy seating, heating or air conditioning. He missed it all.

The Eighth Prince hadn’t tried to see him or contact him since that night. Kyuhyun sighed as he wondered how to convince Hangeng to leave behind his desire for the throne. Would his opinion change if Kyuhyun told him that Siwon would be the future Emperor? Would he believe Kyuhyun if he told him that he was from the future? Would he laugh at him, thinking he has gone mad or react in fear calling him an evil spirit?

He hit his head against the back of the coach, trying to work out what he was going to do next. Could he let himself marry Hangeng if he knew that in the future he would die in prison, disgraced by the Emperor and with no friends next to him? Could he watch as the person he loved suffered? Would he be able to cope? Was he strong enough?

“Ge?”

“Ryeowook,” Kyuhyun opened his eyes to face Ryeowook’s concerned ones. Since Jinki had left them, moving to a different department so as to prepare for leaving the palace, Ryeowook had become even more attentive of him, as if worried that he needed to fulfil both his own and Jinki’s roles.

“Ryeowook… let’s say you know someone is going to die and you want to save him, but he won’t listen to you, what would you do?”

“Ge…” Ryeowook looked even more troubled by the question.

“Don’t worry. I’m just saying random things.” Kyuhyun brushed his hands over the younger’s brow, soothing the worry lines that marred it.

“How would you know he was going to die?” Ryeowook asked curiously. “If you told him, wouldn’t he not die?”

Kyuhyun didn’t know how to answer but he knew that he wouldn’t live for anyone but himself in this world. He wouldn’t allow himself to fall into heartbreak. A clean cut now would hurt less than the protracted hurt that would be in his future if he married Hangeng and allowed him to continue his fight for the throne when he knew that it would end with their world in tatters.

**

Heechul was worried when he received the missive but he was even more concerned now he saw the Consort Sooyeon herself. He had been immediately sent word by the Consort’s maid the moment she had become ill and he had rushed to his mother-in-law’s side. Heechul had always valued his relationship with Hangeng’s mother, who had always been kind and supportive of him.

“Mother be careful, it’s hot.”

Heechul carefully fed broth to the frail older woman. Hangeng would be returning tomorrow and he should be preparing the house but he couldn’t when he knew that she was sick. Hangeng wouldn’t mind once he knew the reason, the other man was fiercely protective of his mother, and Heechul knew that he was often upset by the treatment she received from the other consorts and various palace workers. She wasn’t respected when she first became a Consort, though now her sons power was ascending she was looked after more. Hangeng was probably closer to his mother because of the harsh unjust treatment of them both than he probably would have been if he was one of the other princes and had their status.

“Heechul, you shouldn’t have come. For you to wait on me personally, how can I trouble you like this?” The older women was looking so weak, years of abuse and neglect hadn’t made Sooyeon stronger but instead had slowly made her a shade of her former self, a captivating beauty who had the ability to interest an Emperor, even though she wasn’t one of his official wives or concubines. Someone the Emperor went after even though he shouldn’t have.

“Taking care of Mother is something any daughter-in-law should do,” Heechul dismissed his kindness. He was known as an ice princess to some but he truly loved his family. “Mother, I have long heard that the palace distribution is not equal, but Mother has always been generous. I do not think the other Consorts and Concubines are as open-minded as you.”

“These other Consorts were born of higher standing than me. If I wasn’t so lucky to receive the Emperor’s affections, I’m afraid I would still be a servant girl. How would I have everything I’ve got today?”

“You are one of the Emperor’s wives as well as the mother of the Eighth Prince. The people’s Virtuous Eighth Prince, the hope of the public. Mother should be seen as a proud mother among the people.”

Smiling weakly Sooyeon continued, “Speaking on Hangeng, if only he had been born of a mother of high standing, and had received esteem from her position, he wouldn’t have had to follow behind others and suffer their insults. It’s all my fault.” Guilt covered her features before a coughing fit overtook her entire frame.

“No! You are wrong. Everything that happened allowed Eighth Prince to become stronger and gain a better sense of propriety. Mother, do you still remember when he was awarded the title of Bei’le? He was only 17 years old. All the other princes were jealous of him at that time.” Heechul smiled at the memory, it was just after they had married. “Eighth Prince has a great deal of power in the Imperial Court, this is something else the other princes envy but cannot hope to emulate.”

“Heechul,” Sooyeon gently admonished her son-in-law’s boldness.

“Other princes derive their power from their mother’s standing, but Eighth Prince doesn’t need that. If you are worried about familial standing, my name definitely doesn’t hurt Eighth Prince’s reputation.” Heechul smiled and grasped the elders hand, “Don’t worry Mother, your standing will only rise because of your sons efforts.”

“Hangeng is blessed to have married a loyal and sensible wife such as you. I know you will always do what’s best for him. I know that whatever happens to me, he will have you.”

“It was my blessing to marry such a brilliant and caring man like the Eighth Prince.”

“I have always believed that a woman’s happiness comes from receiving her husband’ love. I sincerely hope that the Eighth Prince is treasuring you properly.”

Heechul’s smile became more forced as he replied, “Thank you Mother.”

**

When Heechul returned that evening he found that his brother was there.

“Donghae, it’s so late. Why have you not returned to the Tenth’s palace?”

“I was waiting for you,” Donghae smiled cutely, getting his older brother to stop scolding him. “Rest, you must be tired. I heard from the maids that you went to look after Lady Sooyeon.”

The younger ordered tea as he guided the other to a chair.

“The foolish Tenth Prince said he would help me, he said he was going to buy fruit and then he never came back,” Donghae complained.

“Looks like he isn’t so foolish then,” Heechul laughed at his brother’s innocent moaning.

“Ge!” Donghae drew the syllable out as he pouted. “Why are you taking his side?”

“Donghae, the Tenth Prince is your husband.” Heechul was serious as he mentioned something that he had tried to drill into his brother before. “Even if everyone else has turned their back on him, you should still defend him. These are the things you should do.”

“I know… like you are with Eighth Prince…” Donghae fluttered his lashes to lighten the mood. “But I don’t think I have the patience.” His mood turned more contemplative as he eyed the maids.

“Everybody leave,” Heechul knew immediately that whatever was weighing on the others mind should be said in private. Call it older brother’s intuition.

“Ge, I heard from Tenth Prince that Eighth Prince is working even harder recently,” Donghae spoke softly even after all the maids had left. “I’m guessing… I’m guessing… that his ambitions are being set higher.” Heechul could hear the hesitance in his brother’s speech. What they were discussing was treasonous. “Gege, if that was the case, would you still support him?”

“Haven’t I said before, this is the duty of a wife. I will give my everything to support him, regardless of how large his ambitions are. Even if his goal is the dragon throne.”

**

AN

I updated! I updated twice in one weekend! *pats self on back* Admittedly one was tiny but hey – that was an update kkkkk

Anyway this chapter is the beginning of the end of HanKyu. I was watching the scene in the forest with Kevin Cheng being all fierce emotion as Eighth Prince as I wrote that scene and basically I failed at writing it. BBJX has such great actors… I have a huge crush on Nicky Wu because of his portrayal as Fourth Prince. That man is.. umph… *bites lip*

Also this chapter is contrasting Kyuhyun and Heechul. They both have different reactions to Hangengs ambitions. Kyuhyun wants to run in the other direction to prevent himself from getting hurt while Heechul is willing to support anything Hangeng plans to do, because he is devoted to him, even though he knows that if Hangeng fails it’s pretty much a death sentence. I know Kyuhyun is the main character but that doesn’t mean he is perfect and I know Heechul is evil diva who tries to make Kyuhyun and Mi’s lives miserable but he is pretty damn loyal and in love (there is one person I know that when she reads this will tell me exactly what she thinks of Heechul – in detail) I could say more but it’s gone midnight and I have to be up at 7 and go to work *curses*

Night Night people ^^

PS remember that I just finished this and I haven’t read it through. Be kind if I make a mistake.

Bu Bu Jing Xin - Chapter 26.5

21walker — Sun, 29 Dec 2013 01:26:13 GMT

Random Christmas Drabbles {Wooyeol, Wonkyu, Krisho}

21walker — Sun, 29 Dec 2013 01:24:02 GMT

I know this is late but I posted these on AFF on Christmas Day and just thought I'd post them on here as well.

WARNING: fail!fluff, general shoddiness, etc

Pairing: Wooyeol for StarlightSpirit (AFF)

Woohyun entered the house and immediately smelled smoke and heard the distant swearing of his boyfriend. He approached the kitchen filled with trepidation, he tried to guard the kitchen as much as possible from Sungyeol’s clumsiness but it seemed that this time he had been too late.

Standing in the doorway his mouth dropped as he surveyed the damage. Flour coated every surface, a couple of eggs were broken on the floor and a suspicious black substance was stuck to the walls and several of the white doors of the cabinets.

Sungyeol was standing in the midst of all the mess with a sheepish grin on his face.

“Surprise.”

Woohyun swallowed any anger and looked at the other man in exasperation and amusement. “What were you trying to do?”

“It was supposed to be a surprise…”

“I’m surprised,” Woohyun laughed at the face that was pulled in his direction.

“I was making mince pies and Christmas cake. I don’t think I should have tried cooking both things at the same time.” Sungyeol sighed as he looked around. Woohyun started to pick his way across the kitchen to his flour covered lover.

“Maybe you should just never try and cook anything. I think a brilliant present would be you promising never to touch my kitchen.”

Another glare was thrown in his direction and he avoided a half-hearted punch.

“I’m so happy you tried to bake me a present,” Woohyun tried a different tack. “But I don’t really think trying to bake something for a professional chef is the best idea. How about you play to one of your strengths?”

“Are you humouring me?”

“Me! Humouring my moody, childish boyfriend! Never!” Woohyun vowed, laughing as he ducked behind the island when Sungyeol threw some flour at him.

“You’re one to call me moody!”

“Did I forget to mention he’s also the most beautiful and kind hearted person I’ve ever met and I’m lucky that I managed to trick him into falling in love with me?”

“That’s more like it,” Sungyeol grumbled as he tried to hide his pleased smile. Woohyun grinned widely as he approached the younger man and pulled him into a hug.

“Love you Yeollie. Thank you for attempting to make me a cake.”

“And mince pies.”

“And mince pies.”

Sungyeol huffed as he tried to remain annoyed but couldn’t in the way of his boyfriend’s greasy smile.

“Love you too.”

Pairing: WonKyu for Serpentine_Slytherin, immabeabrownie and bookworm83197 (all on AFF)

Kyuhyun drudged out of the underground car park and into the lobby of his building. He clutched his takeout in one hand while the other held his briefcase. He was spending the next couple of days holed up in his apartment sorting files that the rest of his colleagues had abandoned and dumped on his desk as they rushed out of the door to celebrate Christmas with their families. As the youngest partner of his firm, unmarried, with no family living, it left him with the short straw.

As the doors of the lift made to close and take him up to his lonely flat, a hand reached through causing them to reopen. The smiling face that greeted Kyuhyun didn’t raise his mood, it just further annoyed him. Choi Siwon, the gorgeous neighbour who Kyuhyun knew very little about much to the younger’s chagrin, had his hands full of bags. It looked like he was preparing for a busy time.

“Happy Christmas Kyuhyun-ah,” Siwon grinned.

Kyuhyun forced a smile. He didn’t want to see the pity he so often saw on people’s faces at this time of year, especially not on this face. “Happy Christmas hyung.”

The older man gazed at him intently as the lift started to move towards their floor. “What are you doing tomorrow?”

“I’m going to see family.” Kyuhyun’s smile tightened but didn’t slip from his face. He wasn’t going to crack in front of the one person outside of work he had been trying hard to impress these past few months that they had been living next to each other.

“That’s nice. My mother has planned a huge get-together and I am slightly worried over how many people are actually going to turn up tomorrow…” The older man continued to talk about his plans as they exited the lift and Kyuhyun reached his door.

“That’s nice hyung. I hope you have a good day. I’ll see you around.”

Kyuhyun shut the door before the other could continue. He needed sink into the peacefulness of his home. It wasn’t decorated, there was no obnoxious happy music, no loud laughter and chatter. He didn’t hate Christmas, he just didn’t want it forced in his face. He placed his pizza in the microwave as he flicked through the channels searching for a movie that wasn’t Christmas themed.

He settled in for a peaceful couple of days, filled with junk food, Starcraft and movies.

The next day he was in the middle of a fight with a particularly nasty character when he heard rattling at his front door. Swearing profusely as he wondered who the hell was at his house on Christmas Day he opened the door to find an inebriated Siwon holding a key to his lock.

“Hyung… this isn’t your flat,” Kyuhyun shifted awkwardly as he realised he was in his joggers and a Fullmetal Alchemist t-shirt. He was also aware that he was covered with Cheetos powder from where he spilt them down himself earlier.

“Sorry Kyuhyun-ah, I got confused,” Siwon swayed slightly before leaning against his door frame.

“There are numbers on the door hyung.”

“So there are, so there are,” Siwon slurred as he tapped the number several times as if it had only just appeared there.

“Do you need help back to your flat?” Kyuhyun asked, concerned over the drunkenness of his normally straightlaced neighbour. But then again it was Christmas.

“No-pe!” Siwon pronounced each syllable exaggeratedly. But he made no move away from the open door and Kyuhyun.

“Are you sure hyung? Cos you aren’t actually leaving,” Kyuhyun pointed out.

“What do you think of me?” Siwon asked suddenly staring at the younger man intently.

Kyuhyun coughed in surprise as he tried to think of an answer. “You’re very handsome and kind.” He averted his eyes as he continued, “You are what the girls would say is a true gentleman.”

“Would you say I was a catch then?”

Kyuhyun blushed as the elder moved into his personal space. “Erm… yes… I would say you were a catch.”

“It’s just that I have been trying to catch the attention of a certain someone for months and they keep ignoring me.”

Kyuhyun spluttered at the look that was now boring into him. It seemed that the conversation had sobered the other man up quickly.

“Why do you think that is? Is it because he is not interested in me or do you think he is just such a workaholic that he is clueless when people show him attention?”

Indignation rose at the accusation of ‘cluelessness’ and being a workaholic though he didn’t really have very strong support. His mind blanked as he felt firm lips pressed against his own, the smell of alcohol, aftershave and cinnamon clouding his senses.

“Why are you all alone on Christmas Day Kyun-ah?” Siwon asked more softly as annoyance left the younger’s body, leaving it limp in the taller’s arms.

“I don’t have anyone hyung,” the other admitted softly.

“You have me.”

Pairing: Krisho for immabeabrownie (AFF)

Joonmyeon breathed out deeply as he stared at the huge pile of presents he had just finished wrapping. Having so many children, all of whom were curious and hard to distract had made each Christmas more and more of a challenge as one by one they became old enough to anticipate the big day. Hiding Christmas presents and finding the time to wrap them was the biggest hurdle, feeding his giant brood was the second.

Yifan stumbled through the door just as he started to wonder were his husband was.

“I couldn’t find the right sauce until the third shop,” was the only explanation he got. Joonmyun had realised half an hour before the shops closed that he hadn’t got any of the particular brand of tomato sauce that Chanyeol demanded he served with every meal. The boy had refused to eat for 2 days when they had both tried to break him of the habit.

“Let’s run through the list one more time.” Joonmyun said as Yifan collapsed next to him in a pile.

“Soccer ball for Minseok, goal posts for Luhan, they will probably spend half the day outside once its unwrapped so that’s them sorted. Yixing got the keyboard he was been eying on the condition that he paid attention in school, which he did. I haven’t had one phonecall about him wandering off in a daze this term. Baekhyun got a limited edition Taeyeon signed SNSD album – seriously I worry about him sometimes, should we really be encouraging this behaviour?”

“Yifan now is not the time to worry about our son’s fanboying.”

“He’s eight though. No eight year old should be that obsessed with a girl gr-” Yifan changed the subject at the glare from his husband, “Jongdae got a karaoke machine, which I think we are going to regret.”

“It was the only thing he’s been talking about for the past 3 months. And the twins can then shut themselves in the basement when they are moody at us.”

Yifan carried on down the list, “Chanyeol got his junior science kit. The one that goes with the magazine he’s been buying every month.” Neither mentioned Chanyeol’s habit of collecting creepy crawlies and small animals. Tao had cried for 2 hours when he had found a grass snake in his underwear drawer. Now the boy refused to get dressed without one of his parents there. Another hassle that both parents accepted as part of the morning routine, even though it had taken them forever to get Tao over his separation anxiety in the first place.

“Kyungsoo…” Yifan smiled at the thought of their quietest child. It had been difficult to think of a present for him, he never asked for anything and was stoic most of the time it had been a cause of concern for Joonmyun but Yifan had recognised his own reticence in the small boy.

“He’s getting the rucksack and matching school kit that he mentioned oh-so-briefly back in September.” Joonmyun sighed. He wasn’t happy with this present, he wished he could think of a better one but the tiny boy was so unassuming. Maybe in a few years when he was older and had a hobby he would be easier to buy something for.

“Tao is getting around plushy and matching Kungfu Panda bedset.” Yifan laughed as he recalled having to play the films on loop when Tao was younger to get him to do anything. He would barely detach himself from his parents and would only be left if the movie was playing and he was sufficiently distracted.

They both looked at the toy car they had bought for their youngest twins. It was difficult to buy for small children, especially when they already had too many toys passed down from their older brothers. The youngest were a mixture of adorable and mischief. Both knew that they would probably be the most difficult out of all their children. The signs had started to emerge early and they were both well practised by now at being able to catch them.

They smiled at each other as they thought how this would be Jongin and Sehun’s first Christmas actually aware of the holidays. The previous 2 years they had been too young to appreciate what was happening but this year the whole family was excited.

“Do you ever regret it?” Joonmyun asked as Yifan looked at the flashing lights on the Christmas tree.

“Regret what?”

“Falling in love with me and having this crazy large family?”

Yifan looked curiously at his spouse.

“I worry sometimes…”

“About what?”

“That you think this was all a mistake.”

Yifan laughed softly as he stared at his lover, his partner, his best friend, his better half, his husband. The perfect person that was made just for him. “Never. I could never regret our life because it may not have been the dream I had when we first got together but it’s my dream now. You, the kids, this house… everything is just the way I want it to be. I love you so much, you silly man. How could you ever worry about that?” Joonmyun snuggled into his partner’s arms as he rested in the calmness before the craziness that would be tomorrow morning.

Eyes On The Moon - Chapter 3

21walker — Sat, 07 Dec 2013 14:07:01 GMT

Title: Eyes on the Moon
Pairings: Luhan/Baekhyun, Kris/Suho, Kris/Yixing; side, Xiumin/Tao, Kai/Sehun
Genre: werewolf, omegaverse
Rating: PG-13 (this chapter)
Summary: Suho is the new Alpha of a depleted and damaged pack.

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Chapter 3

Suho was planning to bite his new charge that evening when he received a message, setting his plans back. It was on his private phone which only his pack members knew the number of, or so he thought. He felt a deep sense of dread when he saw the message signed Kris.

There was only one person with that name that he knew of and he couldn’t imagine anyone else using that name after it was used be someone so powerful.

He swallowed the worry that was starting to rise in his throat and messaged Kai to tell him that he wouldn’t be able to be contacted for the next few hours and that he would like to call a pack meeting for that evening. He could in theory tell everyone through the pack bonds but that was only a last resort. If the pack bonds were touched it would be a major distraction to all the members. That could have worrying consequences if the member was in a precarious situation.

Kai replied back immediately asking of he needed help with anything. After shooting off a quick text to the negative Suho set off to a part of the city he rarely ventured.

**

Suho approached the building he hadn’t entered in years cautiously. He knew he was expected but that didn’t stop him from being wary of the wolves who came to greet him. A tall and wiry youth told him that he would be taken straight to Kris. The pair of beefy betas that followed him were purely for show, even though Suho was physically smaller he was an Alpha and not so easily over powered. He wondered though who the show was for exactly. Him or Kris’s pack members that were eying him as he walked through the long corridors.

The private elevator took them directly to the Alpha’s floor at the top of the building. He décor had changed in the years since Suho had last been there, the design now all sleek lines and cool colours. The office was empty when he let himself in, the goons staying outside as he moved to the window and looked at the view he used to look at so often. It had changed so much, just like everything else. Skyscrapers had been built and buildings had been replaced. The city had grown, outwards and upwards, developing and adapting. Yet this place had remained at the centre, a beautiful relic of years gone past. The door opened and Suho knew who it was before a sound was made.

“Joonmyun.”

“I don’t go by that name anymore, Yixing.”

“Ah, sorry. Suho.”

“You knew I would be here?”

“Kris told me. I didn’t object.”

“That’s strange considering what happened the last time I was here.”

“I shouldn’t have acted like that. I’m sorry.”

“It’s understandable. I was in the way.” Suho sighed as he remembered the past. It was painful and he ignored the wound that never quite healed that remained deep inside of him. He glanced back at the other man who was searching for something to say before he turned again to the window.

He felt a crackle in the air before he smelt the scent of the Alpha he was here to see. Kris growled lowly upon opening the door and seeing his mate with his visitor. He hadn’t told Yixing that Joonmyun would be here for him to see him. It was more of a courtesy warning.
Suho didn’t move until he had felt the omega leave.

“It’s been a long time, Yifan.”

**

Kris let the emotions he had kept bottled up out only when he knew the floor was empty. Yixing would have made himself scarce, no doubt hiding with Jongdae, knowing that Kris wouldn’t be receptive of him that evening, probably not tomorrow either. Everyone else ordered to leave.

Seeing that person had reminding of things he tried to keep buried and forget – no not forget. He didn’t want to forget those times, but they were so bittersweet. Pain mixed with happiness.

He breathed deeply as the Joonmyun’s scent lingered in the room, the aroma once again wrapping around him and making him addcited. He wondered how long it would last and how long he could convince himself that he didn’t need the man to come again to refresh it.

**

Suho let himself into the pack house knowing that everyone was inside. Kai would have gathered everyone effectively. Kyungsoo and Sehun both worked so they were the most bothersome to get hold of normally. Not all wolves saw the point of working, they could procure most things they wanted through other means. But after so many years of existence it was boring if you didn’t try working once in a while.

Walking into the main room he was greeted with the sight of his betas and omega sprawled in a giant pile on the couch. Kai was perched on the arm looking at the other members in bemusement. The dying laughter indicated that something amusing must have happened. Silence consumed the room as they all looked at him in expectation.

His grim mood must have shown as tension filled the air and everyone separated to sit in a more organised manner.

“I have some news.” Suho started talking, his voice controlled, “Kris messaged me today and I went to see him.”

“Wha-”

“How-”

“Kris?!”

“Why?” Seemed to be the most popular response.

“He told me that the Kwon pack was planning to attack us and that it would lead to our assured destruction.”

Everyone stilled and no one moved a muscle.

“He offered us a deal.” He glanced at Baekhyun and the implication was understood.

“NO!”

“You can’t.”

“There must be another way!”

“I won’t allow you to!”

“Silence.” Suho whispered but everyone shut up straight away. Only Baekyun hadn’t made a sound, staring straight back at his Alpha, his face pale and reconciled.

Baekhyun cleared his throat before asking, “What was the deal?”

“Protection from any threat, help building up our pack, a partnership.” He stopped, pausing to swallow down the bile that threatened to come up, “In exchange for you.”

“Why? They have a range of omegas.” Baekhyun looked confused but no less angry. He had been expecting something like this it seemed. Suho knew the depression and resignation that plagued Baekhyun since the battle. Suho had spent as much time as he could talking to and shielding the younger but he couldn’t hide the truth from the omega. The situation was dire.

“I couldn’t get a firm answer. I doubt Kris would force you to do anything, he is a man of his word and he made a deal with your father a long time ago.”

“What sort of deal?”

“That Kris would never attack this pack, but he never said he would defend it from attacks of others. Kris has always found a way around things. He obviously wants you otherwise he would never even consider stopping an attack.” Suho spoke slowly, thinking through everything before he voiced it. “He also made a deal that if he ever came into possession of one of Kangta’s children he would never force them to do anything.” He didn’t reveal the other parts of the agreement that had been signed so long ago, not long after Suho had joined them, or the reasons as to why it existed. None of the current pack apart from him had been alive then. It made Suho feel quite old for a moment.

“So he wants Baekhyun to join his pack, but he won’t force Baekhyun to do anything. Surely he is forcing him to join his pack.” Chanyeol pointed out.

“He isn’t technically forcing Baekhyun though,” Kyungsoo said. “Baekhyun could not join, and then be taken by the Kwon pack and we would all be killed.”

Kai snorted. “That’s being forced in my book.”

“I’ll do it.”

“No you won’t!” Kai fired back at Baekhyun. The others were quiet as Kai bristled with anger and Suho looked withdrawn.

“We have no other option.” Baekhyun whispered, he radiated weakness and looked as if he was on the brink of collapse. Kai calmed instantly as his anger turned to concern. “If I don’t join you’ll all be dead and I’ll be taken by the Kwon’s. If I join, at least I know I won’t be forced to mate. If Kris truly is a man of his word he’ll honour the agreement, right?” The omega asked his Alpha.

“He is. He will look after you. You will be safe there and that is our main worry.” Suho told the younger, though he looked pained at having to admit it.

**

AN:

I have moved into a new house and we won’t get the internet set up until the 27^th December. So I will have very little access to the internet. I will try and get on every couple of days but I am unsure as of yet how it will affect my updates. It probably won’t much since I only update once a week anyway… (which btw I managed to keep that promise lol)

Still in shock over how many people are reading this thing. This is so clichéd and I try not to overthink it too much.

Once again let me know if you don’t understand something or if I have made a glaring mistake. I don’t bother proofreading this cos otherwise I end up facepalming and hating it all.

Love to you all <3