first was kai and then kyungsoo

Okey , this is my first Ff , I was thinking about writing it for so long but lazy to write it … some girls encouraging me to post it , so here we go ^_^

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Alluring Agony:
Drama / Hate to love / Rated M / a little of violence..

Kai and his gang control the south district “ Springtale ” No one can cross this land ..
Kyungsoo and his trip mates wanna reach their friends who have been captured by Kai gang , Kyungsoo is gonna do everything to bring them back home , he have suho his boyfriend but Kai got his eyes on Kyungsoo and He hate feeling distracted by that strong head boy kyungsoo , he hate kai and he consider him as his enemy…
Here is the link :
http://www.asianfanfics.com/story/view/1225641/alluring-agony-drama-romance-kaisoo

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exo masterlist

Originally posted by noonaalien

ALL EXO TEXTS

kim minseok (xiumin) [x]

coming soon

lu han [x]

- college au

- nosy members

wu kris [x]

coming soon

kim junmyeon (suho) [x]

- college ta! au

zhang yixing (lay) [x]

- cheers you up when you are sad

byun baekhyun [x]

- enemies to lovers

- best friends to lovers

- wing man baek

kim jongdae (chen) [x]

- best friends to lovers

- enemies to lovers

park chanyeol [x]

- college au

- long distance relationship

- best friends to lovers

- confession with the help of baekhyun

- enemies to lovers

- first texts as a couple

do kyungsoo (D.O.) [x]

- best friends to lovers

zi tao [x]

- period cramps

kim jongin (kai) [x]

- best friends to lovers

- enemies to lovers

oh sehun [x]

- boyfriend college au

Good Girl Ch 15: I’m A Big Girl

Trigger warning: This chapter contains an almost rape scene so if you are uncomfortable with that please do not read this chapter! 

I rest my head on the desk, enjoying the quiet classroom for a few minutes. This the first time I’ve been alone since Monday morning, and even though the empty room makes me feel kind of lonely, I’m going to enjoy it because who knows when I’ll be alone again. Plus being alone gives me a few minutes to let what has happened the last few days to settle in. I slept in Kris’s bed last night, something that the older man had demanded. After that had been decided, the rest also decided for me that we would just go by age now, so tonight is Suho.

This morning like the other two mornings, all the boys busted into the room at the crack of dawn to make sure I wasn’t raped or murdered or something. Not that I don’t enjoy their loving wake up calls, it’s just way too early for me, especially when Kris kept me up a good amount of the night talking. I mean, I loved talking to him and everything I just really need some sleep. Which is how I ended up alone during lunch, I told Jihyo that I wasn’t feeling well but she should bring something back for me when she is done. I also told her not to tell the boys where I am or why I’m not there, and I can imagine how well that went.

“Look who we have here,” An unfamiliar voice purrs. I look up from the desk to see a boy I’ve only seen in passing, he’s friends with Chanyeol, I think. “What is a pretty girl like you doing all by herself?” He starts walking toward where I’m sitting at the far desk by the windows.

“I’m just taking a nap,” I deadpan before looking out the window. Out of the corner of my eye I watch him weave threw the desks to reach me. He sits backwards in the chair in front of me, an unsettling grin on his only slightly attractive face. The more I look at him the louder the alarms in my head scream,.

“So you’re Chanyeol’s new pet?” I want to gag as his eyes scan me, stopping at my chest.

“We’re close friends.”

He scoffs, “You’re just some little whore him and his brothers are fucking, aren’t you?”

I glare at him, “I don’t think Chanyeol would like it if he heard you saying things like that.”

“He couldn’t give a single fuck about what I say to a slut like you. I see that your close to that other slut, Jihyo, what do I gotta do to get both of you?”

I laugh, “Is this you trying to sweet talk me into getting in bed with you? I’m done with whatever this is.” I stand up to leave but he grabs on to me.

“Where the hell do you think you’re going? I didn’t say we were done,” He growls at me.

“Let me go,” I growl back, returning to my normal tough self after being a child for the last few days. I pull my hand out of his grasp, “I said we were done. Now leave me alone.”

“Or what?” He stands up, towering a good foot over me, and smirks down, “Are you going to go cry to Chanyeol? We’ve been friends for years, he won’t believe I would ever fuck with a mutt like you. And even if he does, he won’t give a single fuck. This won’t be the first time I fuck one of his toys.” He grabs my arm again; I automatically punch him right in the gut, making him grunt.

“I’m a big girl, I can take care of myself,” My small victory is short lived when he grabs my hair by the roots and pulls me up.

“You little bitch!” He slaps me across the face, my cheek burns and I can already imagine the bruise that is going to form. I try to swing at him again but my arms are too short to reach his ugly face, making him laugh. “Keep trying you whore. You aren’t getting away from me. Chanyeol should be heading this way any moment, I can’t wait to have him walk in and see me fucking you. Will you cry when he doesn’t help you?” His other hand wraps around my throat, squeezing it until I can’t breath. My hands claw at his, my toes are just barely touching the ground as he lifts me higher. “To think I was actually going to play with a mutt like you. You should have been a good girl. Now I’m going to have to punish you.”

My vision starts to blur and I can’t get my body to keep fighting. He notices my fading consciousness and chuckles before loosening his grip slightly, “We don’t want you passing out before the main event do we?”

I want to cry, I want nothing more than to cry right now, to break down but I will not beg this bastard to let me go. So I do nothing for a moment, letting him say whatever he wants, hoping that he’ll just get bored if I don’t react. But that doesn’t work.

He slams me against the wall, his hand still gripping my throat just shy of cutting off my air completely. I want to throw up when he presses himself against me, his lips try to find mine but I turn my head, earning me another slap on the same cheek. Tears sting in my eyes but I’m not going to cry, at least not until I’m away from this bastard. He holds my jaw tight as he presses his lips to mine, forcing my mouth open to allow him access. I feel disgusting, my anger gets the better of me, I start clawing at his face, forcing him to pull away and hold me at arms length again. Bright red lines over his cheeks, blood starts dripping down from them.

I earn myself a punch to the gut before he throws me to the ground with a thud. “Fuck,” I growl under my breath, I glare up at him, my body aching from the abuse.  He quickly kicks me in the stomach, I scream out in pain, clutching my stomach only for minute before he’s on his knees on top of me. He has me on my back with my hands held above my head with one of his. Struggling is useless as he leans down with that same disgusting smile, “I’m going to have you, no matter how much you fight me,” He leaves a trail of sloppy kisses along my jaw as his free hand palms my breast threw my shirt. My chest tightens as panic sets in as my opportunities of escaping lessen by the second. I always thought that if I was ever in a situation like this I would be crying for my mom or maybe my dad or even repent and pray to God. But here I am and the only people I’m wishing were here to save me are my daddies.

“Does that feel good you whore?” He purrs in my ear when I let out a little cry, a single tear runs down my cheek. “Chanyeol keeps talking about how sweet you are, should I have a taste?” His hand stops kneading my sore breasts and slides down my body to cup my womanhood. “I can’t wait to fuck you. Hopefully you’re better than the last one. Hyung talks a lot more highly of you, but I know better than to think that he sees you as more than another pretty face. You are just another pair of legs that we had to use a little extra force to get open.” That feel myself crack at his words, again I remember that my daddies aren’t good guys, that they are bad guys who do this to girls like me for fun. They hurt people, kill people, they do what has to be done to protect themselves. Something I’ve been over looking to not break down and realize that I’m in horrible situation that I’m not one bit in control of and have no way out of.

I close my eyes as I try to push those thoughts away again, knowing that however this ends I have to go back to the same group of men and pretend that everything is okay. That my life hasn’t been threatened, that they didn’t have to have a talk so that no one would try to rape me, that I don’t hate myself for liking such fucked up people, and that I’m not weirdly happy with this fucked up situation I was given. God I want to fucking cry right now!

 “What’s wrong? Did you just realize how little you mean to him and his brothers? That must be hard,” He mocks. “How does it feel to know no one is going to come save you?” He chuckles. “Why don’t you try begging, huh? They always beg for something or someone, come on you little whore, beg. Who are you going to cry for? Your mom? Dad? Maybe you still think Chanyeol is going to save you?

I can’t help but shed a few more tears as he begins rubbing my threw my underwear, I’ve never felt something worse than the shame I feel for not being able to protect myself. “Come on, you bitch, fucking say something, tell me how much you hate me for this. Or maybe you like it rough like this. Pinned down to the floor with your legs forced open. Tell me, huh, say fucking something!” He yells in my face.

“Just stop fucking talking!” I yell as my knee flies up and hits him right in the dick. He drops to my side, I ignore the burning feeling all over my body as I manage to get to my feet and kick him again in the same place, before getting the nerve to kick him in the face. As I see him there laying on the ground clutching his bleeding face, soft cries coming from him, I feel undeniably pleased at the site. I crouch down near his face and say, “I fucking told you, I’m a big girl, I don’t need anyone to save me.” I feel brave even with tears running down my face.

“Joon-ya!” Chanyeol’s voice calls happily as he slides the door open. Both Joon and I look at them, he stops in the doorway with the other four behind him, their smiles drop the minute they see me with a bruised cheek and their friend with a bloody face. “Baby,” Chanyeol whispers.

“What the hell is going on?” Tao growls as he pushes past Chanyeol to get to me.

“Stop!” I yell after only takes a few steps. I back up into the corner, my hands out in front of me, and my heart going a million beats a minute.

“This crazy bitch fucking attacked me!” Joon growls at me. It surprises us both when Tao kicks him in the stomach.

“Watch your fucking mouth you bastard!” He yells at him, suddenly there is a cold fog over his eyes, over all their eyes. “Did you do this to our baby? Did you fucking do this?” I shrink into a ball in the corner, I feel little again with them here, but I don’t feel the same safety and warmth anymore. I just feel naked without anyone I can trust, making me curl tighter around myself. Tao’s yelling isn’t helping anything.

“Wow, Tao calm down,” Joon says from the floor.

“Tao,” Kyungsoo basically growls. When Tao grabs Joon by the roots like he did to me, the younger boy looks to his hyung, blinded by anger. “You’re scaring her.”

Tao looks to me, his face automatically softens at the sight of me curled into a ball, tears still streaming down my face. He lets Joon drop back to the floor as he tries to approach me again.

“Please stop,” I beg softly.

His fists are tight at his sides, “Why baby, please let me come comfort you.”

“Just give me a fucking minute to understand what the hell is going on in my head alright?” I snap back, using the little bit of bravery I know I have left. He backs down, looking to his hyungs for help.

“Should we get Suho hyung?” I hear Sehun whisper to the others.

“Call him, and have him call the others to meet at home,” Kyungsoo orders.

Kai speaks next, “We need to get out of here, I’m going to fucking loose it.”

“Stay calm,” Kyungsoo reminds them.

“How the fuck do you expect us to stay calm with her looking like that?” Tao snaps back. “Hyung, look at her,” Tao points at me, but Kyungsoo can’t even look. “I said fucking look at her! She is crying in the corner, and won’t let us go near her, you expect me to be fucking calm?”

“Baby please let us come closer,” Sehun begs me.

“What the hell is going on? Since when do you guys care more about some bitch then your friend?” Joon snaps from the floor, just earning himself another kick to the stomach before being grabbed by the roots again and dragged toward the hall.

“I makes me sick to see anyone who has hurt our baby in the same room as her, I’m going to wait in the hall for hyung,” Tao tell the others as he drags a crying Joon behind him. Kai looks at me for second before following after, Kyungsoo does too a couple seconds after.

“Chanyeol,” I deadpan when the older boy takes a step toward me. His worried expression shifts to the same cold one that the others put on before going into the hall, and like them, he leaves. Sehun is still standing in the doorway, the last to go, or at least he will leave soon like the rest of them. Then maybe I’ll be done, maybe they won’t want me anymore since I’m dirty now, something that breaks my heart but I know it shouldn’t. I shouldn’t want to start crying more, I shouldn’t want to rush into Sehun’s arms but right now, I want nothing more. So, I’m going to forget about all the people he could have killed, the girls he could have raped, the people he could have hurt, and just think about how warm his hug is going to be.

“Daddy Sehun,” I cry as I hold my arms out to him. Within seconds he is scooping me up, my legs go around his waist, my arms around his neck, and my face buried into the crook of his neck. “I was so scared!”

“I know baby, can you tell me what happened?”

“He grabbed me, so I hit him, he grabbed me by my hair, and he almost choked me out. We were against the wall but I scratched him so he threw me on the floor. He kicked me, like Tao kicked him. And then he,” I can’t hold my tears back anymore so I just burrow myself deeper into his embrace.

“Just nod your head, did he touch you like any me or Xiumin hyung touched you?” His voice is soft but I can hear the anger boiling behind it.

I nod.

There is a pause as he tries to restrain himself from joining his hyung in the hall and beating that bastard to death, “Did he go under your clothes?”

I shake my head.

He lets out a sigh of relief before he places a dozen kisses on top of my head. “I’m so sorry we weren’t here to protect you. We are bad daddies. I’m so sorry,” He whispers softly in my hair.

“Sehun,” I look up to see Suho at the door, there is blood in his knuckles, whether it’s his or not is something I’m not sure of. “Oh my god, our baby,” He rushes toward me only to stop like the others did when I burrow my self back into Sehun’s embrace. “Why is she doing this?”

“Give her a few minutes Hyung, she’s just scared.”

“Of us? Why of us?”

“Baby,” Sehun coos in my ear, “Did that bastard say something bad about us?”

I tense in his arms, not having the heart to respond, because if I do that means I have to think about all of that stuff again and I don’t know if I can convince myself to look past it a third time.

“Just shake your head.”

I nod.

“Can I see her?” Suho asks coming closer.

“Baby, let hyung see you.”

I shake my head, “He’ll get mad at me like everyone else and leave.”

“Is that why you think they all left? Because they’re mad at you?” Sehun sounds in utter disbelief.

I nod, “Once they look at me, they all get really mad and scary looking, I feel like I’m going to be in trouble for hitting your friend.”

“You will not be in trouble,” Suho says firmly, “Now baby girl, let me see your face.” With a deep breath I look up to Suho, there is a mixer of anger, guilt, and sadness of his face. “I’m so sorry,” He chokes out as he reaches to stroke my face, hesitating when I flinch.

Taking a deep breath I try to calm myself, my body doesn’t shake as bad, and for a few seconds I feel better, “I’m fine, that’s just going to happen.” Suho moves slower this time caressing my good cheek gently.

“We need to get you home,” Suho says a he pulls away.

“What did you tell the hyungs?”

“I wasn’t so sure what had even happened, all I know is that there was an issue with Joo and then I saw the others beating the shit out of Joon in the hall. It didn’t take me long to catch on after that. So I told them that Joo got hurt and Joon was involved so we better beat them home or they are going to cause a scene by torturing that kid on school grounds.”

“Daddy Suho,” I say barely above a whisper.

“Yes baby,” He comes closer, a warm smile on his face, resting a hand on my back.

“I’m scared.”

That smile falters, “Of what baby? That boy? That boy won’t hurt you anymore.”

“No, of my other daddies,” I hate myself for crying more, “they are going to be really mad aren’t they? Daddy Kris and Luhan are going to be really angry at me, daddy Chen and Baekhyun and Lay aren’t even going to be able to look at me. I don’t want to know what daddy Xiumin is going to do, I’m really scared.”

“Kris and Luhan will not be mad at you, not one bit, and Chen and the others won’t be able to look away from you, but Xiumin hyung,” Suho pauses as he grimaces, “that maybe something to worry about.”

honestly, exo’s speech at mama really confirmed what i had first thought; they were expecting to be replaced by the newer groups.

i think it was all the small things that made them feel like this?? like the really long time between love me right and monster/lucky one and obviously, the rapidly rising popularity of groups like bts, got7, svt , monsta x, etc etc
it’s the change in demand of boy groups as well. a pretty face and nice vocals and good dancing will no longer pull it off, you have to have a pretty face, perfect vocals, perfect dancing, perfect rapping, perfect songs, and a perfect personality. chen, baekhyun and chanyeol’s ridiculous improvement in dance really shows how hard they worked to keep up with the others.

when baekhyun said that he didn’t think that exo did a lot this year, i think he means that , compared to other groups, it seems like they haven’t done a lot this year.

it breaks my heart to think that exo expected to sit at the awards and watch the younger groups get the awards. i think they’re finally doing what they really want, with the composing and creating they’re finally doing.

i really really want them to know that we appreciate what they’re doing. that despite the painful setbacks and letdowns, we know how hard they’re working. i want them to know that we know how hard they’ve been working these few months, how little sleep they’ve had and how much they’ve sacrificed.

an idol’s number one fear is usually losing popularity, but i don’t think exo is that shallow. i think they’re scared of letting themselves and us all down.

i want them to gain confidence from this year. i want them to know that they will always be at the top for all of us, and they’ll never ever let me down

  • *in the group text*
  • jongin: my hand is stuck in a jar of salsa. im just going to leave it there.
  • kyungsoo: first of all, jongin just lift your hand up. second of all, why do you all treat this group message like its a diary? i dont care.
  • jongin: this is who i am now, hyung, im tired of fighting it
  • baekhyun: lol kyungsoo pls ur always the first one to read every message anyway i have receipts
  • kyungsoo: .....shut up
  • jongin: i am becoming a jar of salsa guys