Wrong Place Wrong Time (8)
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Part 8 of an ongoing series, enjoy :)
A fanfic for a more Mature audience due to violence and language. Read at your own risk :)
Themes=😖,🌟,💣,🎭. (☠️- Harm towards characters and Strong language.)
Summary: You end up in the wrong place at the wrong time and it has negative repercussions. Main characters include: Reader and EXO.
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Word Count: 1,997
You were sat in the board with Junmyeon, Kyungsoo, Yixing, Jongin, Jongdae and Minseok. It was dark outside by now and soft yellow spotlights were switched on to illuminate the room. You couldn’t quite piece together why you were here in the first place, and neither could the others apparently. Jongin, Minseok, Yixing and Kyungsoo were all looking at you in the most toxic way. If looks could kill, you would most definitely be dead. Apparently the boys couldn’t work out why you were here either.
“What is she doing here?” Minseok barked, pointing his finger at you and looking at Junmyeon. This man clearly had issues.
“I’ve heard this little Madame is
a curious one, isn’t that right sweetie?” Junmyeon smiled, raising his brow at
you. You were cringing so hard at all the pet names you were beginning to
acquire. Sweetie, Babe, Whore. What was next? You looked awkwardly around the
table and fixed your eyes on Jongdae’s hands since he was the only one not
looking at you as though he wanted to capture and burn your soul.
“Okay, so what if she’s a little snitch?” Kyungsoo said wearing the expression you had grown used to.
“Well then she won’t live to see
tomorrow’s sunrise will she?” Junmyeon winked at you, making your stomach
“Do you have the location?” Junmyeon asked, but nobody answered. “Wow, don’t all reply at once I can’t hear you, one at a time.” He said sarcastically but still no answer. He sighed heavily out of frustration. “D.O. give me the location.”
“Baekhyun hasn’t filled me in
yet.” Kyungsoo answered with a straight face. Your ears pricked and you looked
up immediately between the two men. D.O. was Kyungsoo’s other name wasn’t it.
Why was Junmyeon using that all of a sudden. You saw Kyungsoo look at you,
frown and then divert his attention elsewhere in the room, at three black brief
cases near the door to be specific. He stood up walking towards them. It was
just then you had noticed that Kyungsoo was wearing a similar black outfit to
Junmyeon. You looked around the table, they all were.
He returned to the table dropping the cases with a loud bang.
“For goodness sakes be careful,” Junmyeon frowned “and can someone go and get Baekhyun.”
“I will.” Jongdae jumped up from his seat and went to go and find Baekhyun.
You saw Kyungsoo opening the
briefcases slowly in front of you; they were packed with arms and ammunition.
One was filled with guns, another was filled with knives and the last was
grenades. Your breath hitched, hearing about what they did and seeing what they
did were two different things. Surely they weren’t actually going to use
“Who’s taking door duty this time?” Kyungsoo asked picking up a knife and caressing it slowly as if it were his new born child.
Junmyeon pointed at Jongin.
“No I’m not on the doors again; I’ve done that twice in a row. Anyway I’m better where the action is.” Jongin pouted crossing his arms over his chest.
“How about you just do what you’re told to do.” Yixing mumbled throwing Jongin a hateful look.
“For fucks sake, I’ll do it.” Minseok said, stretching his hand out towards Kyungsoo to take the knife he was holding. “Knives are my speciality anyway.” He turned his head to face you giving you a smug look, making you shiver and raise your hand up to the shallow cut on your throat that he had left behind.
Just then Baekhyun had walked in with Jongdae; smiling at you he took the seat beside you. “I don’t think those two being on main base together is the best idea.” He said sliding some sheets across the table over to Junmyeon. “Here’s the location. It’s pretty hidden so be careful not to get lost.”
“We can’t keep accommodating for them.” Junmyeon said, picking up the papers and skimming over them briefly. “When are you two going to sort whatever shit it is between you out? I still don’t even know what’s up with the two of you” He looked up at Jongin and Yixing who returned his gaze blankly. Sighing and shaking his head, Junmyeon returned his focus to the sheets in front of him.
Kyungsoo began handing out different weapons to the boys and placed a gun into his back pocket.
“They’re not actually going to use those are they; you’re just trying to scare me right?” You whispered to Baekhyun a little too loudly.
“Why would we have all of these out if all we wanted to do was scare you? I’ve already done that successfully, unless that wasn’t enough for you.” Minseok looked you up and down; you wished the ground could just swallow you up whole.
“Can I leave now?” You looked at Junmyeon standing up from your seat and shifting uncomfortably.
“No, you can’t. Sit down.” Jongin smiled pointing his gun at you. “Remember, I never miss.”
You sank back into your seat
slowly, watching as Jongin placed the gun back on the table. Kyungsoo handed Jongdae
a grenade and closed the briefcase again returning his hostile gaze towards you.
“I’d prefer you to have a gun Chen.” Junmyeon said. You knitted your brows together looking at Baekhyun, Who was Chen and why did they have different names? Baekhyun replied by motioning towards Jongdae with his head.
“No I’d rather a grenade.”
Jongdae said, pretending to throw the grenade he was holding across the room.
So Jongdae was Chen, you made a mental note. You didn’t want to be in this room anymore.
“Baekhyun I don’t want to be here anymore.” You half whined and half whispered, you were starting to become a nervous wreck and were sure that if Jongin didn’t shoot you then Minseok would throw his knife directly at your heart.
“What part of no didn’t you understand?” You heard Yixing mumble putting the gun he was given into one of the many pockets his costume had.
Junmyeon stood up moving from the
head of the table to the centre.
“Right.” He cleared his throat. “We all know the objective. We need to get in and out as fast as we can. Red’s men are no joke so I need you to be alert, don’t take any risks, if you feel like you can’t make it evacuate straight away. I don’t need to lose anymore men.” He ended sadly shaking his head a little.
“Don’t worry we’ve got this, we’ve always got this.” Jongin said smugly standing up from his chair “Let’s go.” The rest of the men got up following slowly behind Jongin. Yixing was last, he turned back to look at you and you couldn’t tell if it was a look of anger or sorrow but either way it shook you to the core, you weren’t sure whether to feel scared of him or sorry for him, he disappeared from the room closing the door behind him.
“Are you okay, maybe that was a
bit much?” Baekhyun faced you. You jumped at the realisation that you weren’t
“Yeah, I’m alright I think.” You said, still confused about the way you were feeling.
“Shall I go and get Chanyeol?”
“No, there’s no need for that.” You frowned at him. “I have another question for you, and yes it is actually a question this time.” He nodded signalling for you to continue. “Why do you guys have two names, I’m so confused.”
“Not all of us have two names. Only some of us.” You heard a voice that didn’t belong to Baekhyun answer your question, turning you head to face the door you saw Chanyeol standing there. “They’re like code names, so people from the outside don’t know their real identities.” He said walking further into the room. “You should’ve just asked me if you had any questions Y/N. Are you ok? Did anyone hurt you?”
“No.” You mumbled “I want to go to bed now.” You stood up from your seat.
“Ok let’s go.” Chanyeol said, following you out of the room.
“Actually I was wondering if I could have my own room or something. Baekhyun could you take me?” Chanyeol pouted, clearly upset by how coldly you were treating.
“Y/N why –”
“Baekhyun, quickly please I’m really tired.” You walked down the corridor quickly, denying Chanyeol the chance to follow. Baekhyun caught up with you taking you to a room that was furthest away from anything in the house.
“You should really talk to him you know.” He said swinging the creaky door open.
“I don’t want to.” You walked inside, looking around. Thick layers of dust coated all of the surfaces. There were a pair of shorts laid out on the bed and shoes lined up underneath it. You coughed a bit going towards the window and opened it, it was a bit stiff at first, but you managed to pry it open eventually. “Why is it so dusty in here?” You asked Baekhyun, running your finger across the windowsill and contorting your face at the amount of residue left behind on your finger.
“Uh… it’s not been used for a while.” He said looking away from you and walking towards the bed picking up the pair shorts, he sniffed them temporarily and then held them at arms length staring at them with sad eyes. Letting out a sigh he folded them and put them in the wardrobe behind the bed. You walked around the room for a bit, inspecting it when your eyes landed on a picture resting on the shelf. You picked it up staring at it for a while. It was a picture of two men smiling next to each other. The first was Minseok. He looked almost unrecognisable, you gasped, you never knew it was possible for Minseok to be the owner of a smile. The second guy you hadn’t seen before.
“Who is this?” You asked, pointing at the man’s face in the picture. Baekhyun turned slowly looking at you and hanging his head slightly.
“He was one of the others… I…
Please excuse me.” He rushed to the door and left the room shutting the door
That was odd, you thought. He seemed triggered, did you say something wrong? You tried not to let it bother you.
Finding a Handkerchief in one of the drawers you set about dusting down the surfaces. Also stripping the duvet and pillow of the musty sheets. You had been dusting for a good half hour before you started to see some improvements, when you heard the floor boards creaking from outside.
“Why is the light on?” You heard someone mumble outside. The door swung open revealing Sehun standing on the other side. He stared at you first walking slowly into the room. His face was blank, walking closer to where you stood, then he began to frown.
“Why are you in this room?” He
breathed. You backed up closer to the wardrobe. You were not supposed to be
alone with him.
“I SAID, WHY ARE YOU IN THIS ROOM?!” Sehun screamed slamming you against the wardrobe behind you. You cried out in pain, allowing some tears to escape from your eyes.
“This room doesn’t belong to you! Why the fuck are you in here?!” He grabbed your neck and began tightening his grip around it, you tried to peel his fingers off but you couldn’t as his grip was too strong for you, You were in pain and you were beginning to struggle for breath.
“Seh- Stop…” You managed to breathe but it came out as barely a whisper.
“Who the fuck do you think you are?! You’re not allowed to be in here! This room doesn’t belong to you!” Tears were streaming down his face and his grip around your neck got tighter, further constricting your airways.
You heard the door open in the distance but your view was becoming hazy.
But your vision had blacked.