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The Big Bad Wolf is a Hufflepuff:

1. Hardworking + dedicated

2. Always looking for food and generally good at finding it

3. “And I’ll huff and I’ll puff” what other proof do you need

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The Animal Alphabets Fairy Tale Edition continues on.  This week was N for Nutcracker.  Interesting to learn that the original story is a bit darker than the ballet that everyone knows.  In the original story, a princess is cursed by the Rat Queen to turn into a nutcracker doll.  To break the curse, the most handsomest man in the kingdom must find the hardest nut and crack it open with his teeth and must feed it to the princess before her transformation is complete.  However the curse is transferred to the handsome man and he takes her place as a nutcracker doll. No one tells him he would inherit the curse and is banished from the kingdom.  Its so sad

Hunting the Wolf- A Red Riding Hood Story

Summary: A young Lady of good social standing, a Huntsman with a reputation, and a slew of mysterious murders. Can they stop The Wolf before he claims another victim?

(Red is a minor character in The Girl Fairy Tales Forgot, this story is set 25 years before the novel and features more mature themes. Warnings for very brief mentions of murder/ sexual assault)

~Happy Halloween!~

It was almost typical for the scene of a grim murder. Rain pelted the muddied streets, creating puddles of dirt and filth, filling the air with its putrid stench. The night was dark and gloomy. Few people lingered on the streets, for one reason in particular.

This was no ordinary murder.

“The Wolf again, Constable?”

A lone figure hid in the deepest of shadows, cursing the starkness of her white hood. She craned her head around the archway as much as she dared, her fists clenching when she heard the name of the spectre haunting her fellow women.

She could just make out the Constable, his hat lowered from his bowed head. He clucked his tongue, no doubt accustomed to the gruesome nature of the murders by now.

“’Fraid so, lad,” the Constable muttered, his tone stiff as though he was trying not to inhale the aura of death. “Third one this week, the monster’s getting brave.”

Quite suddenly, the young Watchman retched, emptying the contents of his stomach into an archway already filled with the stench of blood and other unmentionable fluids. As he moved, the white cloaked woman caught sight of a pair of lifeless legs, and tore her eyes away. She’d seen enough, had seen enough when she’d discovered the first victim. It was seared into her mind, and she didn’t need to look to know what lay beyond those bloodied heels.

More determined than she’d ever been, she pushed away from the wall. Pulling her cloak tighter to shield herself from the rain, she disappeared down the street, seeking the name of the tavern where she was to meet him.

The tavern itself was calm and inviting, few customers milled about and the mood was subdued. As soon as she stepped across the hearth, she felt a wave of warmth wash over her as though she’d stepped into a Roman bath. For a moment, she closed her eyes. It took a lot of courage to be out at this hour, alone, courage she had to force from her deepest desires.

The Wolf had hunted tonight. It could have been her lying in the archway.

She shook her head, fighting the palpitations in her chest. It wouldn’t do to think about what ifs. She was here- and she would fight. The Wolf would cease to be a problem, and she would grow up to own her own tavern one day.

Her dreams grounded her and she opened her eyes, searching for the man whom she had planned to meet in secret. Her dark hair was damp, plastered against her forehead, and the hem of her white cloak was covered in filth. Wrinkling her nose, she tried not to picture the fit her mother would throw. It wasn’t important. Not now.

It didn’t take long to find the man she searched for. He stood out like a sore thumb, even in the deepest corner of the tavern.

As she crossed the room, she ordered a drink from the bar.

“So, you are the Huntsman?” she asked as she approached him. It came out harsher than she intended, but she supposed it was a good thing. Even sitting down, he was almost as tall as her. A giant of a man, broad shoulders and bulky muscles. She tried not to look. She failed.

The Huntsman took a swig of his drink, before wiping his mouth and silently inviting her to sit in the wooden chair opposite him. She did so, sitting up straight, not quite sure where to put her hands but making sure he didn’t know that.

He surveyed her out of his one good eye, his blind one blue and unseeing. She’d been warned about his fearsome appearance, the white gashes against the side of his face so much more prominent in the candlelight. He looked older than his years, and had experiences to match.

“Remnants,” he said noticing her line of vision, “of a battle with my own wolf.”

She shifted, looking away. Every sensibility within her told her to apologise for staring. She could hear her governess screaming at her in her mind, yet she shoved those sensibilities to the side. Here, she was no lady.

“I see,” was all she allowed herself to say in response.

There was a moment where neither said anything else, and a barmaid came over to serve her the beer she’d ordered. She never got to have beer at home, and allowed herself the luxury here. It would help steady her nerves and her hands.

“You can be at no loss as to why I am here, Huntsman,” she muttered, leaning closer to him.

He tilted his chin, eyebrow arched, and she fought the urge to recoil under his intense gaze. He was sizing her up, and she’d be damned if she’d be found wanting. This was too important.

“A mysterious man, some say disguising himself as a wolf, doing unspeakable things to women before killing them as they lay at his ungiven mercy,” his face was hard as stone, the disgust in it giving her hope. He took another gulp of his drink. “It’s enough to turn the stomachs of even the hardest of men.”

“Then you know I’m here to ask you to help me,” she implored, fingers so tight against her glass that her knuckles felt as though they might burst from her skin. “Help me stop this monster. They say you are the best at finding those who don’t wish to be found, that you hunt more than just geese and game. Help me hunt The Wolf too.”

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Not A Bad Thing ~ Part Five

Originally posted by katherine8595

Fairy-tale & AU Series Index

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SEHUN:

Sehun’s fingers drummed the long rectangular conference table. His brothers all sitting among, speaking on the previous presentation that was given. His mind was somewhere else, and his ears couldn’t tune into what they were saying.

“Sehun,” Junmyeon called. Sehun jumped slightly at the sudden voice calling out to him. He looked away from the fine wood of the table at his older brother, who stared on with curious eyes. Sehun stared back, not sure what to say and a cheeky smile pulled at his brother’s lips.

What the heck is he smiling like that for? Sehun thought to him.

“You’ve been so out of it ever since your date with Y/N.” Junmyeon pointed out. Sehun sighed, knowing that his brothers have noticed his strange behavior.

Sehun suddenly leaned forward, placing both his elbows on the table, clasping his hands together. He stared at his brothers with a rather serious gaze before he spoke.

“I need you guys to help me.” He voiced. Minseok who was staring down at his phone glanced up at his brother.

“Help? You, the high and mighty Oh Sehun, are asking for help?” He teased. Sehun wasn’t in the mood to say anything back, rather he rolled his eyes at his older brother.

“I feel like I’m losing my mind, and I can’t relax till I figure it out.” Sehun honestly. He was finally catching the interest of his brothers. They were wondering what has been bothering their youngest sibling since his dance a few days ago.

“Did something happen with Y/N? I thought you said the date went really well.” Yixing asked.

“The date went perfectly.” 

“Then what’s the problem?” Junmyeon asked.

Sehun took his hands off the table and leaned back in his chair, “What are the chances that I’ve met Y/N before?”

“Pretty low. If you met her before, she would be your mate already.” Junmyeon explained.

“I know that, but I can’t get rid of the feeling that I know her from somewhere.”

Jongin who looked bored said, “What makes you think that? Where would you have met her then?”

Sehun shook his head as if straighten out his thoughts. Would his brothers think he’s crazy? Maybe it’s just the feeling of having a mate, someone who you’re destined to be with. If it is, why does this feeling weight so heavy on his heart.

“Her eyes.” He stated.

“What?” Baekhyun asked.

“Her eyes are so familiar.” He stated. Y/N’s eyes were so familiar.  Every time he looked into them, something flashed into his memories.Those same eyes, but they looked a bit different. The aura around them was different from the Y/N he knows now.

“It’s almost like her eyes are taunting me. I keep getting flashbacks, and all I see are her eyes…but everything else is a blur.”

Sehun’s brothers were now taking his words seriously. It was clear that their brother was in serious thought.

“Just ask her if you’ve met her before,” Junmyeon suggested.

Sehun shook his head, “She probably wouldn’t tell me. She’s still got this huge wall up. At dinner, she didn’t want to tell me much about herself. Every time I asked a questioned, she got tense. I told her that if there’s anything bothering her, she could always tell me. But I don’t think she’s convinced.”

“We could do some digging up,” Chanyeol suggested, speaking for once.

“Yeah, I’m sure we could do that.” Baekhyun agreed.

Junmyeon looked hesitant, “I don’t think you should do that. You should have her tell you when she’s ready.”

“One thing we know is that if you met her…it had to be before your first transformation,” Chanyeol stated.

“How is that possible? That only leaves everything before sophomore year of high school.” Jongin voiced.

The boys began to speak among themselves, now fully engaged in the topic at hand. Sehun was trying to connect his own pieces together.

Before high school? If it was before high school…it’s either elementary school or middle school? Sehun thought. He cocked his head to the side for a moment, feeling like the answer was right on the tip of his tongue, his mind was just piecing it together slowly. He was trying to block out the chatter of his brothers, worried he’d lose the train of thought.

Was it….was it middle sc-

Sehun’s thoughts were interrupted as his cell phone rang in his pocket. He groaned, unable to remember what he was thinking off. It was his personal cell phone, not his work cell. Did it really need to be answered? But it could be Y/N calling.

Sehun dug into his pocket, pulling out his iPhone 7 to see a familiar number on the screen. Sehun couldn’t help but roll his eyes, throwing his phone onto the table.

Junmyeon cranked his neck forward to peek at the phone number.

“It’s Eun Ji,” Junmyeon stated.

Sehun didn’t say anything, leaving the air quiet and cold.

“Is she still in Paris?” Baekhyun asked.

“She isn’t due back for a few weeks,” Sehun answered in a tense voice.

“Have you told her you found your mate?”

“No. Why do I have to tell her?” Sehun hissed back.

“You know how she feels about you.” Minseok reasoned.

“Eun Ji has been following me around like a sick puppy since elementary school. If I was going to fall in love with her, I would have done so by now.” Sehun spat.

“Come on, you never liked her? Not even a bit?” Baekhyun teased.

“The only reason I never told her off is because her mom was a wonderful person who baked us cookies.”

Sehun’s phone stopped ringing, and the screen turned black. It wasn’t long before the screen lit up again, the same contact name shining forth.

Sehun sighed before grabbing the phone and standing up from the table.

“Y/N is supposed to be here today, isn’t she? She is supposed to take new candid photos for the website.” Chanyeol said also getting up from his seat. Sehun didn’t reply as he headed for the door. His phone started to ring again, so out of annoyance, he answered,

“Hello?” He said walking out the conference room.

“Hey, darling!” Eun Ji chimed, making Sehun wince at the volume of her voice.

“I told you to stop calling me that.” He grumbled walking through the long hallway, giving glances to the employees that greet him.

“I missed you. I haven’t heard from you since I traveled.”

“I’ve been busy,” Sehun answered, as he came to the elevator. He pressed the button for the elevator.

“So busy that you can’t call me?” Eun Ji whined.

“Yup. He answered coldly. Sehun stood there as the elevator dinged. Before the doors could open he felt his heart hammering in his chest and his body temperature rise. He suddenly couldn’t hear what Eun Ji was saying into his ear.

The elevator doors opened, and just as he expected Y/N stood there. His body always reacted like this to Y/N. He couldn’t help it. He saw her just a few days and spoke to her on the phone yesterday…but he misses her like it’s been years.

Y/N was looking at her phone, one medium sized black backpack sitting on the floor of the elevator. Sehun walked into the elevator and Y/N looked up to see him. She looked back down at her phone, but couldn’t stop the small smirk forming on her lips.

Sehun looked at the floor buttons to see that they were heading to the same floor.

“Sehun?! Are you there?” Eun Ji yelled into the phone.

Without a word, he hung up the phone, setting it into his pocket. He looked forward at the elevator towards, not saying a word. The silence that sat between them was a comfortable silence. Though no words were spoken, and they weren’t looking at each other, the both of them were smiling widely.

Sehun felt like words weren’t needed.

The elevator doors opened and Y/N grabbed the black backpack, Sehun followed. Y/N sported a black sleeveless, v-neck, wide-legged jumpsuit with some sandals.

“Where is Jang Mi?” Sehun asked jogging slightly to keep up with Y/N.

“She took the day off.” She answered shortly before heading towards the area where they employees were.

“So you’re just here to get photos for people working?” Sehun asked, though he already knew the answer. He was aware of the fact that she would need to start working soon, but he wanted to speak to her before he did.

“Yes, that’s correct.” She answered, not even giving him a glance.

“Wanna go for lunch when you’re done?” He asked.

“I’ll work through lunch.” She answered. Sehun’s brows furrowed.

“I’m not letting you overwork yourself again.” Sehun declared.

Y/N stopped walking and sighed. Before she could protest, Sehun brought forth a request. She finally turned to face him. Her eyes widen as she realized how close they were standing.

Sehun understands that he has to move to Y/N pace, but he really wants to touch her. To hold her hand, to hug her. Being able to hold her close while they dance was so calming to him.

Y/N took a small step back, clearing her throat, “I’ll eat dinner, so don’t worry.”

“Have dinner with me,” Sehun said.

“I can’t. I took photos for a wedding yesterday, and I have to edit the photos. I also don’t feel like going out to eat.”

“We don’t have to go out to eat. Just come to my office when you’re done.” Sehun spoke before winking. He didn’t give Y/N a chance to respond before he walked off to the room where his meeting was held.

He was in meeting all day, speaking on a new method of selling the products. He was slammed with paperwork like usually, but it wasn’t a big problem for him. He was discussing with his employees the reports he would need to have done when there was a light knock at the door.

Sehun was growing irritated, wondering who was interrupting the meeting. The door opened and Y/N peeked her head in. Sehun’s eyes soften as she gave him an apologetic raise of the hand.

“I’m sorry, Mr. Oh.” Y/N said as she strolled in. Hearing her speak to him in such a formal matter, cause him to flinch. He understands that she’s being professional, but it still made him feel uneasy.

Some of the employees sitting at the table began to throw glances at each other. It’s probably because of the rumors swarming around the company.

‘The photographer that Mr. Oh is so fond of.’

“It’s alright Ms. L/N. Come in, just don’t get in my way.” He stated. She walked towards the other side of the room, his eyes following her.

Beautiful, He thought to himself. He brought his eyes back to the papers in front of him.

“Moving on” He mumbled. Y/N took a few photos, and quietly left the room.

Sehun went about the rest of the day, catching a few glimpses of Y/N as he went about. He ate lunch quickly and resumed his work. The rest of the day had Sehun sitting in the lounge area of the highest floor in the building. It’s the same place he first told Y/N that he was a wolf.

“Sehun, I’m leaving,” Chanyeol said as he strolled through the lounge. Sehun only nodded in acknowledgment, not looking up from the company proposal. He realized that once Chanyeol leaves, he’s the only one of his brothers, left in the building. Everyone has left for home early.

Sehun checked the watch on his wrist before grabbing his phone off the table to dial for some food. He settles on Chinese food, ordering for himself and Y/N who hasn’t called yet. As if she heard his whining, Sehun’s phone began to ring.

“Took you long enough?” He teased, setting the phone between his ear and shoulder.

“Well,” Y/N began, “You told me to meet you in your office. But when I get there, your sassy secretary tells me you’re not here.”

“Oh right! Sorry, I’m on the highest floor, Come on up.” Sehun said.

They hung up the food and he resumed working. The food arrived before Y/N did. She strolled in her black backpack in her hands. She sat down on the same couch as Sehun, not too far from him. The food sat on the table and she eyed it.

“Is this our dinner?” She asked. The question didn’t come off as hostile. She grabbed one of the containers and a spoon. She ate for a bit, setting the bowl down and reaching into the black backpack to pull out a laptop. She set the laptop on her lap and began to work.

Sehun was glad that they were able to do things like this. The conversation wasn’t needed and the silence was almost comforting. Some time went by before Y/N placed her laptop to the side, grabbing her food once again. She noticed that Sehun wasn’t eating, and tapped his shoulder.

“Aren’t you the one who was hassling me to eat?” She teased. Sehun stared at her for a moment. He chuckled, and nodded as if defeated.

He set down the papers he was reading and grabbed his food.

“So does this count as a date?” Y/N asked, smirking at him.

“Of course it does. It’s a casual date.” Sehun agreed, “Isn’t this something that women like?”

Y/N shrugged, “Maybe.”

“Sehun can I ask you something?” Y/N said after some time of silence.

“Go ahead.”

“At dinner some time ago, you mentioned something about a mating season? What is a mating season? Is it a wolf thing?” She asked, keeping her eyes down on her food. She pushed her food around aimlessly, waiting for a reply.

Sehun seemed a bit stuck, worried he’d scare her off.

When she didn’t get an answer, Y/N looked up from her food. Those deep eyes of hers, bringing him back to the thought of knowing her previously.

“Mating season is a time when wolves and their mates go into heat.” He explained in a low voice. Y/N was surprised she could even hear him

“Heat?”

“Yes, the sex drive of both parties increase.” He explained, “It’s very hard for the two, to be in the same room without attacking each other. It’s a very tiring and frustrating time, at least from what I’ve seen.”

Y/N cleared her throat, “So it’s a time where…you just have sex all the time?”

“I guess that’s right. It’s just a time where the passion between the two increases.”

“How often does this happen?”

“Once a year.”

Y/N set her food down, turned her body to face Sehun. She fumbled with her fingers in her lap, a bit nervous.

“Has it happened yet? For this year I mean?” She questioned. Sehun also set his bowl of food down.

“No, it hasn’t.” He answered in a monotone voice.

“Oh.” Was all Y/N could say.

“But I won’t make you do anything you don’t want to. We haven’t really established what our relationship is, so I don’t expect anything.”

“I was talking to Junmyeon earlier.” Y/N started.

“You were talking to Junmyeon?” He sounded a bit surprised.

Uh, what did he say to her? Sehun thought to him, worried about what Y/N was going to say.

“He was explaining to me about how wolves feel towards their mates. He told me that physical contact is a big deal. He said that when he first met his mate, he couldn’t keep his hands off her. I also noticed that you haven’t really done so…with me.” She paused, laughing at her own statement.

“You’re holding back for me right?” She continued, “But small things are okay right?”

Y/N reached forward and took a hold of Sehun’s hand. He couldn’t help but sigh, almost of relief.

Y/N giggled at his reaction before smiling.

“I didn’t realize it was that intense for you.” She said, laughing a bit.

They spent the rest of the time working and having a simple conversation. Sehun wasn’t sure, but he felt like he could see the wall Y/N had built up, begin to chip.


It’s been 2 weeks since that night and Sehun’s family was having a cookout. The other women in the house(his brothers’ mates) were eager to meet Y/N. Y/N, on the other hand, has seemed quite relaxed in the past weeks. Sehun has noticed she has been smiling more and she seems a lot more open with him.

Despite the change in Y/N, she has yet to share much information about herself. What Sehun has learned is that her parents are in America, and often come to visit her. She shared some memories she made in America, and that was a good laugh. She also said that though she wasn’t born in Korea, she feels like Korea is her home.

This would be Y/N’s first time coming to Sehun’s home. The house was rather big. Some would call it a mansion. Each sibling had their own sort of wing. That gave privacy to his brothers and their mates.

Sehun, who wanted to pick Y/N up, was turned down. Y/N decided to drive herself, so Sehun sat at home, worrying.

“Sehun, calm down.” Junmyeon’s mate said. Sehun threw him on one of the benches that sat in their huge backyard. He just hopes no one says something stupid, things have been going so well. Sehun was so consumed in his own thoughts, he didn’t notice when Minseok’s mate walked back into the house, some of the other girls following behind her.

“Have you asked Y/N where the two of you have met before?” Chanyeol questioned while helping Kyungsoo prepare the meat.

“No,” Sehun sighed, “I’d rather wait for her to tell me.”

“It probably wasn’t a good interaction, that’s why she hasn’t told you. I mean you were an asshole in the past.” Kyungsoo said. Everyone stopped what they were doing to glance at the man who was prepping the meat. He didn’t look up to meet the gazes that were on him.

Sehun narrowed his eyes at his brother. But what Sehun doesn’t know, is that his brother knows a lot more than he does. Kyungsoo even knows more than Y/N does. Y/N’s freshmen and sophomore year of high school were awful, so it seems that she has blocked it out.

That seems to be it. Kyungsoo thought to myself, a distant memory leaking into his mind.


Kyungsoo walked through the hallway trying to get to the library. He was trying to keep a low profile, knowing that he’s quite popular at the school. Honestly, he thought the situation was quite embarrassing. He, an upperclassmen, was going to a freshman for tutoring.

Kyungsoo knew that he had to pass this Physics class, or else it would mess up his credits. He was desperate enough to take his teacher recommendation for a tutor. Of course, he didn’t think that tutor would be a freshman. If his brother in lower grades heard this, they wouldn’t let it go.

He strolled into the library, his eyes scanning the empty place for a moment. He is supposed to meet the tutor in the back of the library.

He walked past the front desk, and through the various bookshelves till he came to the wild cherry wooden table, with similar chairs. All the tables were empty. Well, all but one. Sitting at a table in the very back of the library was a girl who had her head hung low. The shoulder of her shirt was stained with some type of paint.

Maybe she had an art class?

Kyungsoo approached her, standing there for a moment before she was aware of his presence.

“K-Kyungsoo right?” She spoke in a soft voice. Kyungsoo nodded, taking his backpack off his shoulders, setting it on the floor. He pulled out the chair taking a seat.

The girl gave a small smile, “I’m Y/N. I’ll be tutoring you for the rest of the school year.” She stretched her hand out to him.

He shook her hand quickly, before searching into his backpack for his textbook. When he looked up, Y/N was already pulling out her Physics textbook and supplies.

“Let’s get started shall we?” She said, opening the textbook.


Kyungsoo decided to keep this to himself. He recognized Y/N after seeing her for about the 2nd time. He didn’t consider her a friend in high school, but she was the one person that didn’t give up on him like the Physics teacher did. Thanks to her, he was able to pass physics with a B.

He was surprised that she didn’t remember him, but he wasn’t hurt. Freshmen year was a tough year for her. He saw how his younger siblings and others treated her, but he never spoke up. Regret filled Kyungsoo’s system. He heard that she moved shortly after her sophomore year started.

“Y/N is here!” Chanyeol’s mate chimed, as she entered the backyard with an overwhelmed Y/N trailing behind. It seems that Y/N had arrived some time ago, but the girls were keeping her to themselves.

Sehun rose up from the bench he sat in to approach her. He pulled her into a tight hug, taking her by surprise. Ooo’s escaped from the mouths of the women around them, making Sehun roll his eyes.

The cookout was kicking off. Things were going really well. Y/N was getting along with the other mates, and Sehun felt at ease. It’s probably the most he’s seen her smile. He was helping prepare food along with some of the mates.

Y/N was helping set up the tables and plates, along with the drinks. Music was playing and it was all good vibes.

Y/N moved from the backyard, inside to where Sehun was cutting fruits.

“Wow, look at you helping out in the kitchen.” She teased, standing beside him. Sehun smirked, a cocky look appearing on his face

“Well you know, they call me a master in the kitchen.” He bragged.

From the other side of the kitchen, a chuckle escaped from the lips of the other girls. Sehun’s smirk flattened, making Y/N giggle.

“You just keep cutting those fruits. You’re doing great.” Y/N cheered, but a slight giggle on her lips.

“I feel like you’re making fun of me,” Sehun grumbled.

Y/N who was holding in her laughter, shook her head, “Of course not. You’re doing a great job.” She patted him on the back before walking over the girls who were cooking something on the stove.

The doorbell suddenly rang, catching everyone’s attention.

“Who else could it be?” Kyungsoo’s mate mumbled to herself, leaving the thing on the stove to Y/N.

“I’m here!” A voice called in the distance. Sehun’s body stiffened, and he felt dread filling his system.

What is she doing here? He thought to himself, setting the knife down. And moving to the sink to wash his heads.

“Who is that?” Y/N asked, her back facing Sehun.

“A childhood friend of mine, Eun Ji.” He stated, drying his hands with a towel. He didn’t notice as Y/N’s body stiffened, terror taking over her system. He also didn’t notice the way her body began to shiver with fear.

Eun Ji? Kill me now. Y/N thought. Her hand which gripped the spoon that stirred the sauce began to tremble. The fear in her system was so great, tears began to burn her eyes,

“Sehun!” Eun Ji shouted, sprinting into the kitchen. She threw her arms wide open to hug the man but was quickly rejected.

“Sehun.” She whined, poking out her bottom lip, “Where’s your mate? Is she here? Why did you have Junmyeon tell me? What are you scared of me or something?”

Her words slurred together because she was speaking too fast.

Sehun sighed, turning his attention to Y/N who was still paying attention to the stove.

“Y/N?” He called softly.

Y/N let out a shaky, trying her best to stay calm. She plastered a smile onto her face before turning around to meet eyes with the woman. It was definitely Eun Ji. Her darling brown hair was a bit longer than the last time Y/N saw her, and her make up since middle school has improved.

“Hello, I’m Y/N. Nice to meet you.” Y/N said but cursed herself when her voice cracked.

Eun Ji narrowed her eyes, her gaze growing intense.

She pointed a finger at Y/N and waved it.

“Don’t I know you from somewhere?” She asked.

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Not A Bad Thing ~ Part Three

Originally posted by wooyoung

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I was laying on something soft, with something draped over me. As I slowly woke up, I began to hear the sounds around me. I heard someone typing on a keyboard, while papers were being shuffled around. My eyes snapped opened as the previous events made their way into my mind.

I was staring up at a light gray ceiling. The room was dimly lit on my side of the room, but a far corner was lit a bit brighter. I slowly turned on my side but it didn’t serve as a distract the man that sat at the desk. I knew right away that it was Sehun. His broad shoulders and manly frame.

I laid there staring at his back for a moment. That’s when I began to realize where I was.

Am I at his house?

I quickly sat up, gasping as my eyes shot around the room. Sehun spun around in the swivel chair he resided in. He was holding some papers in his hand. His eyes met mine, and I felt like my body froze for a moment. His eyes stayed on me as if he was waiting for me to say something. He set the papers on the desk beside him but didn’t make any move to come closer to me.

“Where am I?” I asked, pushing the soft blanket off my body.

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