cry you mercy

If you have free time, read the Seerah of the Prophet ﷺ. Know who your messenger is, try to live the life he lived and grow to love him just as he loved you.

Part Two, Chapter Seven; In the Days Between - Part Two.

This chapter explores Julia’s life in the future. Julia (aka Faith) has been separated from Claire in their journey thru the stones and arrives in 2007. A nurse at the hospital she is rushed to quickly takes responsibility for her, accepting her as her own child. Part Two finds us about two and a half years after Julia arrives in the future.

You can find previous chapters here.

New Years Eve, 2010; Boston, Massachusetts.
Nurse Katie Campbell

I hated parties like this. The only people I knew were the host and hostess, my cousin Michael and his wife Tiffany, and their immediate family. They were all occupied with their hosting roles, leaving me to float aimlessly from room to room in search of meaningful conversation.

Sitting in the corner of a plush sofa in the family room, I absently listened to the coverage of the ball drop events in New York City. All of the children had congregated here too, leaving me in ample company, albeit noisy. Julia adored her older cousins and had no interest in me. I could have left the state all together and I don’t think she would have cared, as long as I was back by bedtime.

The countdown clock read two hours to midnight. If I just stayed here and hid among the children, would anyone notice? A tall, dark haired man sat down on the other end of the couch and I mentally sighed. I’d have to find a new spot soon.

“You look like you’re having about as much fun as I am.” He commented. I turned and found him looking extraordinarily bored.

I cocked an eyebrow and raised my glass of wine, “I don’t know what you mean, I’m having the time of my life.”

A huge grin spread across his face, making me realize with a start just how handsome he was. There were worse people to crash my hideout.

“So, how do you know Michael and Tiffany?” Came the standard, safe question.

“He’s my cousin,” I answered for the fiftieth time tonight, “his father is my uncle.”

Recognition lit his face, “Ah, so you’re Katie.”

“And you would be?” I asked pointedly over the rim of my wine glass.

“Luke Murray, sorry.” He had the good grace to look a little embarrassed. “My son Max and I live across the street. Michael’s talked quite a bit about you.”

Ah, yes. The neighbor Tiffany tries to hook me up with every time we visit. According to her, we were perfect for each other.

I responded dryly, “And Tiffany about you.”

He laughed, a deep, resonant sound that sent an electrical current up my spine.

So what if he’s attractive, Catherine Anne. He also has a kid and lives on a completely different continent. Ignore it.

“It seems they’ve been conspiring against us.” He commented.

“I would have used the word matchmaking, but conspiring works too.”

He grinned unabashedly, “You’re not quite what I imagined you’d be.”

I snorted, “Neither are you.”

Somehow I had always imagined an overweight, balding man in his forties, despite Tif’s gushing descriptions. Luke Murray was about as far from out of shape as a person could be. He wore a loose fitting shirt, but I could tell he hid abs of steel beneath. The jeans he wore could hide many a fault, but I would bet my life his calves would rival Hercules himself.

No chance, no way. Get a grip.

Julia ran past me squealing with glee as Jake, Michael’s middle child, chased her around the couch. She launched herself into Luke’s lap shouting, “Save me from the dragon, Prince Charming!”

Luke didn’t even flinch, but hoisted her over his shoulder as he stood and charged after the fire breathing beast. He skillfully set Julia down and tacked Jake in one fell swoop. The eight year old boy erupted into a fit of giggles as Luke tickled him.

“Let the princess go or I'll… I’ll…” he punted. Then, seized with an idea, held the squirming child upside down and shook him gently, looking very much like someone trying to empty a piggy bank of its coins. “Or I’ll huff and I’ll puff and I’ll tickle you until you cry for mercy!”

Jake quickly surrendered, and he and Julia scurried off to join whatever game the other children were playing.

“Mike said you had a daughter, right?” Luke asked with a huge grin, and I found myself grinning right back as I nodded.

“She would be the fair maiden you just rescued,” I laughed.

His eyes grew wide with astonishment, “That adorable sweetheart is yours? She told me earlier that I was her Prince Charming because my shirt matched her eyes. Oh, and that she had extra shoes packed in case she loses one at the party tonight.”

“You should be flattered, she doesn’t pass that title out to just anybody,” I felt my cheeks grow warm. Prince Charming, indeed.

“I’m deeply flattered,” he assured me, placing a hand over his heart in over dramatic sincerity. “I’m just glad I’m not the one who has to tell her she can’t have a pony for Christmas.”

I laughed, thinking of the spoiled creature who lived at my brother’s house. “She already has one.”

“Hello again,” Luke said as he stepped into the doorway beside me.

I smiled in greeting. We had gone our separate ways to attend to our respective children in the last hour, but somehow both wound up back in the media room. “Still here?” I asked.

He groaned, rolling his eyes. “Max is a night owl and having the time of his life. Me, on the other hand…”

“I found Julia sound asleep in the corner of the laundry room with the dog.” I commented, shaking my head at the memory.

“Smart girl,” he chuckled.

She certainly had the right idea in disappearing. If our bed hadn’t been used as the coat depository, I would have vanished with her in tow long ago, claiming it was her bedtime. She may have protested, but, as she was the youngest child still in attendance, I didn’t think anyone would have thought much of it.

“Five minutes!” someone shouted drunkenly.

I sighed, “At least it’s almost midnight.”

The crowd in the media room was thick and Luke moved to let someone exit the room, looking after them in envy of their departure. “Can I get you a refill?”

“Yes, please,” I answered, all but shoving my glass into his hand.

Maybe it was the wine or maybe it was the festive, holiday spirit, but the close proximity of a certain Luke Murray was doing strange things to my adrenaline levels. He stood beside me, leaning against the back wall of the room as we watched the final minutes of 2010 tick by. I was hypersensitive to the brush of his sleeve against my arm, the smell of his cologne, his nonverbal reactions to the people around us.

He tipped his head in my direction, commenting, “You know, it’s good luck to kiss a redhead on the stroke of midnight on New Year’s Eve.”

“You’re making that up,” I replied as my heart thundered violently in my chest.

He chuckled, “Maybe the redheaded part, but not the rest.”

I frantically tried to think of something witty to say, but before I could, the tv announced that it was ten seconds until midnight and the room around us got considerably louder.

Luke leaned closer and his breath tickled my ear as he asked, “May I?”

Nine, eight, seven…

I looked at him, breath catching in my throat. His face was wonderfully near mine, his eyes asking in such a way that I nodded without really realizing I had until his face drew closer still.

Six, five, four…

Slipping my arm between him and the wall, my hand rested in the curve of his lower back. Luke responded in kind and drew my body to his. He was wonderfully solid, his unwavering strength and concentration supported me in a way I’d never felt before.



Christmas Morning, 2013; Boston, Massachusetts

“Mooooooom, Max won’t share his candy!” Julia’s voice floated up the stairs.

“It’s not my fault you ate all of yours already!” The teenager responded, followed by loud footfalls in the living room below as Max presumably evaded his stepsister’s reach.

Luke groaned, pulling me closer. His words were jumbled and run together with sleep. “‘Mnotreadyforthis.”

Another volley sounded between the siblings and I grinned when Julia switched to Gaelic. I could hear them clatter up the stairs and braced myself for impact.

“Yeah, well, same to you!” Max shouted as the door to our bedroom flew open and Julia launched herself onto the bed. She scrambled over Luke to my side, scurrying under the blankets.

“Your hands are freezing!” I protested as she latched herself onto me.

The bed shifted again, less violently this time, as Max climbed aboard and began to poke her from the relative safety of the other side of the bed. Julia reared up, flinging the blankets off and sending an even colder blast of air into my warm cocoon. She lunged towards him and put just enough pressure on my abdomen to make the babe within me turn somersaults in complaint.

“Oof,” I groaned.

Julia froze, looking down at me in concern. “Did I hurt the baby?”

“No,” I answered, “but he isn’t overly pleased with being tackled this early in the morning.”

“Neither am I,” Luke said gruffly, peeking out of one eye.

“She!” Julia insisted, then patted my growing bump. “Sorry.”

Max grinned sheepishly but made no move to leave, echoing, “Sorry.”

“Go back down stairs and we’ll be there in a minute,” I pushed the eight and a half year old bulk off of me. They did so without complaint, leaving us alone once again.

I rolled onto my side and pressed myself against my husband, melting into him as he curved himself around me. His hands instinctively gravitated towards his child, whispering “Merry Christmas” to the both of us.


Made this challenge mostly for myself but feel free to reblog and do it. I will be doing about two to three per day for the month of June! If you’re planning to take this on too make sure to use your own gifs and do your best to credit the pictures you use. 

These questions can also just be used for “asks” by fellow Monbebe who are curious/want to get to know you better.

If you can’t understand the question I will also be adding links to my posts to use as sample answers!

I organized each question into categories but if you’re doing it chronologically like I did it below, they’re randomized so that there’s more variety each day. Have fun! Support Monsta X!

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  1. First impression of Monsta X (x)
  2. Favorite hairstyle/hair color on your favorite member (x)
  3. Favorite music video concept (x)
  4. One thing you appreciate about each member (x)
  5. Favorite key point dance move (x)
  6. Favorite Deokspatch X episode and favorite moment from it (x)
  7. Favorite random Deokspatch moment
  8. One of your favorite CH. MX episodes
  9. Favorite performance/stage of all time
  10. Three big moments where your favorite member made you cry/you felt truly touched by him
  11. That one member that’s not your favorite but you have a really big crush on
  12. Favorite look for each member out of the five music videos
  13. Favorite song from each album
  14. OTP and a favorite OTP moment
  15. Why is your favorite era your favorite era?
  16. Three of your favorite looks on your favorite member
  17. Favorite dance practice video
  18. Your top three favorite mini moments from “No Exit Broadcast”
  19. BrOTP and a favorite BrOtp moment
  20. Favorite “No Mercy” performance
  21. Four favorite variety show activities (Ex. Kissing game, cushion game)
  22. If you had to choose one video to represent Monsta X, what would it be?
  23. Favorite underrated singing moments from each vocal
  24. Which member is your favorite and why?
  25. Random favorite looks for each member
  26. Funniest mini moment from “Right Now”
  27. Favorite shot/moment in each of the five music videos
  28. Choose a song to represent each member
  29. One of your favorite vlives
  30. Three favorite physical features of your favorite member
  31. Favorite stage outfit for each member during your choice of era
  32. First impression of each member
  33. Something special each member contributes to the group
  34. Three moments that made you cry during “No Mercy”
  35. Favorite moment where MX eat together
  36. Favorite underrated dance move
  37. Favorite Deokspatch X2 episode and favorite moment from it
  38. Favorite random Deokspatch moment
  39. Four things you have in common with your favorite member
  40. These three members together are a recipe for disaster
  41. These three members together are just so cool
  42. These three members  together are your favorite—your holy trinity
  43. Top three favorite raps
  44. Three most memorable moments from “No Mercy”
  45. Five favorite mini moments from “Monsta X-Ray”
  46. Five favorite big moments from “Monsta X-Ray”
  47. Which “loser” penalty would you choose to do between the following: Running shirtless into the cold ocean, staying at the hotel all day, eating stinky tofu, bungee jump from Macau tower, eating other restaurants’ food at Mcdonalds twice, running up and down stairs 30 times, writing the names of the members with your butts in public, dancing to SISTAR in the streets
  48. Favorite non-choreographed/impromptu dance
  49. Favorite episode concept from “Monsta X-Ray”
  50. Favorite dance formation
  51. Which chore would you rather have done during episodes 2 and 3 of “Monsta X-Ray”? Ex. Washing dishes, cleaning a horse stable, making kimchi etc.
  52. Favorite dance practice outfit of your favorite member
  53. Each member’s best self-cam video
  54. The sweetest moment during the daycare episode in “Monsta X-Ray”
  55. Favorite game to determine a winner from “Right Now”
  56. Favorite three personality traits of your favorite member
  57. The funniest Monsta X and BTOB activity during “Monsta X-Ray”
  58. Who is the best dancer?
  59. Who are you most like in the final episode of “Monsta X-Ray”—what would you have done with your free hour?
  60. That pair you just like to see together?
  61. Funniest big moment from “Right Now”
  62. Special clip that you could watch on loop forever
  63. You want a collaboration of these two members
  64. One habit your favorite member does that you really like
  65. The difference between Monsta X and other kpop groups
  66. How you found them
  67. The one main reason you support them
living with jungkook

- 10/10 gaming meme couple // angry game rampages

- lots of screaming at each other bc of the competitiveness when playing games and sometimes forgetting to eat because you’re gaming so much

- wii sports ftw always getting the gold in the wii olympics and jealous kook picking you up and slamming you onto the couch and tickling you until you cry for mercy

- white shirts;; white shirts every where // both of u like the yin and the yang with you and your black shirts and him with his 500 white shirts 

- having the most random competitions and setting rewards in order to get things done “the person who washes the dishes the fastest gets two hours of tv time” “does that include cuddling” “not if you don’t win” 

- him singing all the time; in the shower, before you sleep, on the toilet, when you’re watching tv, and you making fun of him by singing offtune really loudly every time he sings 


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Solas:  Herald, a moment of your time?  And I would suggest soon as they have planned an encore.

Carver:  Nice mood lighting, Solas.  Very romantic.  But I’m just going to break your heart.

Solas:  Despite the jests, you have proven yourself capable.  Those that continue to follow look to you for guidance.  This burden of yours was never meant to be laid at your feet.  Corypheus has irrevocably changed your fate and the world’s.  Magister or no, you did not waver in his presence once; such bravery I have seen in the heroes of your legends during my journeys in the Fade.

Carver:   Eh. He’s not the first crazy mage I’ve dealt with. I mean, my brother sorta made me immune to a lot of mage idiocy.  And then there’s Anders… fuck.  You know, I trusted him?  I really believed he cared for us.  Sure, there were the manifestos he left stuffed in any crevice you left unguarded, the sodding prat. One day– BOOM– everything’s on fire, Chantry bits raining down on us, my brother crying– HE MADE GARRETT CRY.  So yeah.  Crazy mages and their stupid schemes: I’ve had enough.  I AM NOT GETTING BETRAYED BY ANOTHER MAGICAL IDIOT WANTING TO BLOW EVERYTHING UP TO MAKE EVERYTHING BETTER FOR THEMSELVES!  Arrrrgh.  Sorry.  You were saying?

Solas:  I– I should be going.  Have a pleasant evening, Herald.

   were you lost to the mercy
   of the lake where your father’s remains lie?
   or are you out there, destined to fall to insanity?
   on a boat, with shrouded motives, blue spectacles. 

   you want to see the light of the sun,
   and wish the country’s children greet it.
   but you will see it in its full splendor.
   in the dawn, by the tree, consumed in fire.

   everything is gone. 
   hopes and dreams float down the river out to sea. 
   all is lost but a choice to destroy your life. 
   the top of the church, in the storm, a woman wails.

   but who was to blame? 
   you were never the enemy of the story. 
   you wanted what was best for her. 
   a distant town, on a bed, six feet under. 

   the earth sings to you 
   and they call you names because they cannot hear its song.
   where are they? where are they? 
   a pursuit, a cemetery, a cremation.

   she doesn’t know you, she’ll run away
   you cry for mercy
   but he begs for help and you let him go. 
   a mysterious man, a chest of gold, christmas eve.

   they don’t know what knowledge you store
   and yet he comes to you for advice, 
   the naive child of the west. 
   on a hill, an unjust imprisonment, an incurable illness.

   some are destined to meet. 
   thirteen years.
   some are gone, but some survive. 
   let them live, let them live!

—  fates of the characters of noli me tangere
Luke Foster - Playing Doctor

Luke Foster Smut! MC has been given a sexy nurse outfit, and as you were trying it on he walks in on you?! How will Luke react at the sudden change in pulse?

“Sexy Bones?” his cheeks flustered he watches you from across the room. Dressed in a non-realistic and revealing nurses outfit.

The skirt is slipping up your thigh, “Luke!”

“W-what are you doing ___?” he asks, confused at your state. You had a nurse outfit he had warranted for you, did it not fit?

“The guys! They made me!” you say, flushing as Luke looks you up and down.

“I can see all of the alignments of your bones…” he whispers, his voice low and husky. His eyes clouded, he was trying desperately not to take you right here.

“Luke…” your voice was small, husky even.

“Sexy Bones, why would they dress you up in a nurses outfit?” Luke smirks, his eyes popping wide.

“They wanted us to play…Doctor.” you reply and he raises an eyebrow.

“Play?” he walks toward you and his lips come to your ear. “I am a doctor.”

“I know..” your voice was now very small. “I’m… sorry I couldn’t stop them.”

“You like this?..” he whispers twirling on the skin just below where the too-short material ends.

“Ah-” you whimper, arching a little.

“You want me to play doctor?” he repeats again, “-would you like to be examined thoroughly?”

“Luke..please…” the stethoscope he pulls out is cold as he drags it up your arms and is gently placed on your chest.

“Ah!” you jump a little and he smirks, blowing softly on your earlobe. He nibbles it gently, and you watch as he slowly unbuttons one part of your top.

The stethoscope reaches down, and he smiles, “Your pulse is a little fast, young lady.”

Young lady?  “Can you fix it Doctor Foster?”

“Oh I’m afraid I would do more damage than good for your pulse.” he smiles evilly, and your heart begins to beat faster still.

“I need to be very careful about the health of my nurses you see.” he whispers, “I think I should do everything in my power to help them.” his wicked voice turning your insides.

“Luke…” you plead, your cheeks hot and your body all but willing and ready for him.

“Dr . Foster.” he replies and then kisses you letting you experience his exotic taste. He was intoxicating, and tasted of tea, a bagel you had forced him to have this morning and something that was just Luke.

“Dr Foster, please help me.” you whimper and he takes your chin in his two fingers.

“When I want you to beg, I’ll tell you.” As you gasp he gains entrance to your mouth, his tongue lapping at you. Dancing a dark melody he swirls and teases, playing with the butterflies in your stomach like a child with a net trying to catch them.

His kiss blocked everything else from your mind, and you became solely his again. “Luke…please.” you beg again and his hand slips into the short skirt of your outfit.

“This is very convenient,” he comments between kisses, having fallen down to your neck. His tongue licks at your sweet skin, his teeth make his mark as his hands touch your most sensitive spot again and again.

“Does it button all the way down I wonder? -Ah I see.”  Buttons pop everywhere as he rips the material off your body.

“Doctor Foster!” Your plea was again part of the charade, his dominance in the role play all but evident. “Luke!”

Fantasy mixes with real life in a beautiful bubble of sexual lust, Luke amplified to the point of burst. Now only in underwear he lies you down on his doctors chair, looking down at you with his dark eyes that promised something seductively dark.

“Be a good Nurse.”  he demands as his fingers play with you still, as you cry out for mercy, for more, for less and for him to fulfil all the bulge in his scrubs was promising.

“Luke!” he bites at your neck hard. “Dr!” You correct yourself.

His one hand works to ready your sex for him, while his other works on your breasts; perking them up for his fingers, his mouth, his tongue.

“Oh-ah!” his cheeks go pink as he watches you and his look sends you over a dangerous edge. Spiralling back down to Earth you open your eyes to find him above you, ready to please you. Please himself.  

Skin on skin as he takes off his scrubs and then his pant. You lie there panting of want and need, for what only he could provide you.

“Who do you belong to?” he asks as he lines his impressive length to your sleek sex.  

“Yo-YOU!” you scream as he enters you, holding on to his shoulders then back as he shows no mercy. Tonight was different to your other times, he was more aggressive, sure of himself, he was powerful.


“___!” his cheeks pink as he groans your name in ecstasy. As he moves in and out of you in pure undiluted sexual bliss, you scratch at his back- which only seemed to gear him up more.

“Lu-Doctor!” you couldn’t think straight, couldn’t speak correctly. You were begging, pleading and needing release.

As he continues however, you were pushed off the cliff instead of rolled. You scream his name in a moan so loud you were sure the other auctioneers could hear.

His mouth open, his thrusts becoming erratic and deeper. “Please.” you wanted him to release wanted him to-

“!! - ____!” he cries out, an orgasm kicking out of him at such aggression and speed he was wiped out. It hit him at his spine, shooting through him to the point he groans and collapses softly half on, half off you.

After a little while of lying on the Doctors bed panting Luke groans and looks at you, turning to stroke your hair. “Wh-What’s my name? Euke? Duke? Wuke? I don’t even care..”

You giggle and stroke back his growing blonde hair. “Luke… you liked that.”

His cheeks show his embarrassment once more as he turns away, “Says you… but yes… I did.”

You turn his head so his gaze meets yours, wondering how the bidders had managed to pick out just what Luke would have wanted, “Yes I did too, perhaps I should get another outfit.”

As you two look at one another with shy, quiet smiles you both laugh a little, surprised at the discovery. “Yes… maybe you should.”

The Silver Chair

> “Leave us,” she said to the two Earthmen.  "And let none disturb us till I call, on pain of death.“  The gnomes padded away obediently, and the Witch-queen shut and locked the door.

> "How now, my lord Prince,” she said.  "Has your nightly fit not yet come upon you, or is it over so soon?  Why stand you here unbound?  Who are these aliens?  And is it they who have destroyed the chair which was your only safety?“

> Prince Rilian shivered as she spoke to him.  And no wonder: it is not easy to throw off in half an hour an enchantment which has made one a slave for ten years.  Then, speaking with a great effort, he said:

> "Madam, there will be no more need of that chair.  And you, who have told me a hundred times how deeply you pitied me for the sorceries by which I was bound, will doubtless hear with joy that they are now ended forever.  There was, it seems, some small error in your Ladyship’s way of treating them.  These, my true friends, have delivered me.  I am now in my right mind, and there are two things I will say to you.  First—as for your Ladyship’s design of putting me at the head of an army of Earthmen that so I may break out into the Overworld and there, by main force, make myself king over some nation that never did me wrong—murdering their natural lords and holding their throne as bloody and foreign tyrant—now that I know myself, I do utterly abhor and renounce it as plain villainy.  And second: I am the King’s son of Narnia, Rilian, the only child of Caspian, Tenth of that name, whom some call Caspian the Seafarer.  Therefore, Madam, it is my purpose, as it is also my duty, to depart suddenly from your Highness’s court into my own country.  Please it you to grant me and my friends safe conduct and a guide through your dark realm.”

> Now the Witch said nothing at all, but moved gently across the room, always keeping her face and eyes very steadily towards the Prince.  When she had come to a little ark set in the wall not far from the fireplace, she opened it, and took out first a handful of a green powder.  This she threw on the fire.  It did not blaze much, but a very sweet and drowsy smell came from it.  And all through the conversation which followed, that smell grew stronger, and filled the room, and made it harder to think.  Secondly, she took out a musical instrument rather like a mandolin.  She began to play it with her fingers—a steady, monotonous thrumming that you didn’t notice after a few minutes.  But the less you noticed it, the more it got into your brain and your blood.  This also made it hard to think.  After she had thrummed for a time (and the sweet smell was now strong) she began speaking in a sweet, quiet voice.

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No Time For Love {Do Kyungsoo}

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Main Masterlist - EXO Masterlist

Originally posted by kyvngsoo

A man stood before you. The word dark came to mind. His hair was black as the night, his eyes shadowed, hiding merciless things. His clothing was dark, black from head to toe.

This man is one of two things; your potential lover, or your worst enemy.

His name is D.O, or that’s what they call him at least. You don’t know his real name, and it’s probably better you’re not on personal terms with him. He’s dangerous, and has watched the light leave many people’s eyes. Not only is he a killer, a gang member, he’s also a monster.

“Now, now {y/n}. You’re going to tell me the exact location of where EXO M are based.” He placed his hands on the armrests either side of the chair you were tied to. He leaned over, his smirking face inching closer.

He’d kidnapped you with his fellow member Chanyeol approximately an hour ago, and you’d woken up less then ten minutes ago to find yourself unforgivingly tied to a wooden chair. There was no point in struggling, you’d only leave red marks around your wrists and ankles and you had a hard enough time coping with the pain in the neck that stood before you.

You were a member of EXO M yourself, the sister of Zhang Yixing, otherwise known as Lay. You’d been caught off guard on a solo mission. You had no idea if EXO M had noticed your disappearance yet, it might be hours until they finally send out a search party.

“Tell me now, {y/n} or else!” D.O pushed, his eyes narrowing to a more intimidating stare.

“Or else, what?” You challenged, there was no way in hell you’d tell him such crucial information. If he didn’t kill you then your boss, Kris, definitely would.

“Or I’ll shoot you where you stand.” D.O seethed.

“I’m sitting, actually.” You grinned at him, your fake confidence masking how afraid you really did feel.

D.O bit the inside of his cheek, as if he was refraining himself from lashing out in annoyance.

“I don’t fucking care. Tell me where EXO M are situated, or I’ll cut you.” D.O pulled a knife from his boot and placed it against your cheek. The metal teasing the soft skin, it was pressed lightly, threatening to cut you straight through.

“So you copped out on the gun option, huh?”

“If I’m going to kill you, then I might as well make a good show of it. Don’t worry, I’ll be satisfied when I hear you cry for mercy.” He grinned straight back, somewhat insanity shining through his orbs.

“If you wanted to hear me scream, you should have just asked.” You winked at him, implying something sexual.

“Oh {y/n}, if I wanted to make you scream, I would have done it long before now.”

Your heart thudded in your chest, an aching pain that banged against your ribcage. It was a mixture of fear and lust that consumed you in a beautiful yet tragic way. Even if you loved this man with every inch with your being, or hated him with every fibre, you could never have him or call him your own.

“Whatever makes you sleep at night.” You tell him.

He scowls, but upon hearing the sound of hearing a throat being cleared, he turned around.

“Junmyeon?” He called out.

No response.

“Park Chanyeol I swear if you’re playing games I’ll-”

Suddenly, D.O dropped to his knees, keeling over. You could have sworn you saw a splat of blood on the floor after he coughed.

Then, Yixing emerged. Smirking down at the black haired man on the floor. He kneeled before D.O, stretching out his arm to slap in on the cheek.

“Put your filthy hands on my sister again, and I’ll cut them off.” Yixing threatens, a scaringly dark voice that sent shivers down your spine. The way he smirked was almost satanic.

He reached to D.O’s chest and pulled a knife out. D.O groaned in pain, and you could have sworn you were going to be sick.

He then Yixing stood and made his way over to you. He used the knife to slice through the ropes before helping you up.

“Are you alright?” He questioned, you nodded.

As you left, you could spare D.O. another look. He groaned, to weak to call for help. You felt your heart drop, your head turning fuzzy and sick.

But that was the nature of the business.

There’s no time for love.