i had like 8 minutes to kill so

i was tagged by @fridaaahs to do this, thanks love!

A. Age: infinitaaayyyyyy

B. Biggest Fear: rabbits… 

C. Current Time:17:13 pm

D. Drink you last had: water lol

E. Everyday starts with: sitting on your bed for 30 minutes wondering if you really wanna get on with the day

F. Favourite Song: This Must Be My Dream - The 1975

G. Ghosts, are they real?: who knows?

H. Hometown: a verrrrry tiny lil town on the east coast that i hate

I. In love with: tacos!!

J. Jealous of: optimistic people… like how are yall so happy 25/8??

K. Killed someone: no im innocent :)))

L. Last time I cried: like a few days ago

M. Middle name: Area 51

N. Number of siblings: 3 brothers

O. One wish: for my family and i to always be happy

P. Person you last called/texted: my groupchat friends (irl)

Q. Question you’re always asked: why are you always so quiet??

R. Reason to smile: music

S. Song last sang: I Feel It Coming - The Weeknd

T. Time you woke up: 6:00 am

U. Underwear colour: purple

V. Vacation destination: dubai

 W. Worst habit: not having any emotion

X. X-rays you’ve had: my leg 

Y. Your favourite food: a really nice sandwich

Z. Zodiac Sign: pisces

i tag: @please-dont-freak-out @trampstampau @genlouenlybelieve @lemonpiecat @h-isforhome @babeharrie @champagnelarrie @herelieslarrietrash and anyone else that wants to do this!!

So there was this post that encourage anyone who saw it to answer these questions and tag 10 people when you’re done ( I lost the post ….) I went and did it so here ya go!

A- age: 13
B- Biggest fear: being abandoned by everyone I love
C- current time: 8:44pm
D- Last drink you had: Apple Juice
E- Everyday starts with: going back to bed for 5 more minutes :/
F- Favorite song: Piano Man- Billy Joel
G- Ghosts, are they real: YOU BET
H- Hometown: Round Rock
I- In love with: I don’t have a person so I’d be in love with food?
J- Jealous of: the homework I leave at home because it dosen’t have to be at school :’)
K- Killed someone: not yet
L- Last time you cried: like 2 days ago
M- Middle name: Rose
N- Number of siblings: 2 biological siblings, 2 step siblings
O- One wish: For all my friends to get a break from stress
P- Person you last called or texted: @blueartist124
Q- Questions you’re always asked: Are you okay?
R- Reasons to smile: My mutals tagging me in posts
S- Song last sang: Mnt.Washington-Local Natives
T- Time you woke up: 6:40am
U- ugliest thing you own: This weird pinchpot thing I made in Kindergarten, it’s not exactly ugly but it’s not pretty either.
V- Vacation destination: New york! ( despite having been their about a million times W- Worst habit: procrastinating on everything X- X-rays you’ve hade done: none. I’ve never broken or fractured anything
Y- Your favorite food: Macaroni and cheese
Z- Zodiac sign: Virgo

I guess I’ll tag: @blueartist124 @snarkalypse @fetacheeseandsoup @jellycatts @jvrandomthoughts
you by no means have to do this if you don’t want to!

Exo Scenario: “Don’t touch me.” with Sehun Pt 9 ~

So you guys may want to kill me after reading this week’s part, but I had this sort of last minute idea and I thought that it would work really well with the story line, and where they’re heading, plot-wise. Hope you like it (don’t hate me too much for torturing you all). And please let me know what you think of this week’s update :)

(Edit: You can find the other parts here Pt 1, Pt 2, Pt 3, Pt 4, Pt 5, Pt 6, Pt 7, Pt 8, Pt 9, Pt 10 ~)

You didn’t care what he said - didn’t care that he wanted to make things better with you. He - you couldn’t even bare to think his name - had wasted enough of your time, making you worry, making you cry, making you seek comfort from the others in his place. You didn’t like feeling weak and he had made you feel your weakest. And now all he wanted was to get back together with you - to act like nothing had ever happened in the first place.

He hadn’t even apologized. Not once…

Of course, all throughout the weekend, he didn’t stop messaging and calling you. You ignored his calls, but you couldn’t stop yourself from listening to his voicemails. And you knew even before you pressed the button to listen to them, that you wouldn’t like what he had to say.

Sitting in your bedroom on a Saturday night, you didn’t want to cry, but you did anyway.

That was when your best friend called, asking if you wanted to go out for drinks. She hadn’t seen you in weeks since you started working at SM, and she wanted to celebrate the new, steady job. Though you would have argued the “steady” part of it, you agreed to go out with her. 

It was on the way home from the bar, a little tipsy, that you saw the flash of the lights and the car speeding your way. 

You didn’t expect for the driver to come right at you. Perhaps you were a little too trusting of everyone around you, especially after the weeks you had been having lately. You wanted to be able to trust someone - anyone - and even with your best friend taking you out to drinks and dancing, you still felt that way. She hadn’t been much help, only talking about herself.

So, could you really blame yourself for believing that the car was going to stay on the road?

You weren’t really sure what happened next, especially as it happened so very fast. But it was all white lights and flashing signs, the stop sign getting knocked down and you getting hit, nearly going flying. You had seen plenty of videos of accidents in the past, but had never imagined yourself to be involved in one. Never had imagined yourself getting hit, or the driver taking off in the next second, leaving you there.

Half delusional and feeling a sticky wetness sliding down your face and neck, you groaned. Everything was blurry, fading even as you tried to blink past the haziness of what was going on around you. The stop sign had fallen at your feet, leaving one of your legs trapped beneath it. You didn’t have the strength to pull yourself up, and even if you did, you were pretty sure that your head had hit the concrete. You were lucky to be alive, let alone conscious.

Your first instinct - your body working on auto-pilot - was to call someone to help you. And obviously, in this state, your brain wasn’t working well enough to tell you not to do what you were going to do.

You tapped on Sehun’s name in your recent calls list, thankful that you were even able to slip your phone out of your pocket and unlock it.

Voice hoarse and the blood still dripping sickly down your face, you almost started crying again when he didn’t pick up the phone. So you left him a voicemail.

“Sehun-ah…” you weren’t sure what else to say, your brain working overtime just to keep you conscious, never mind sane. “I-I just got hit by a car. P-please help me.” and you didn’t even have enough will power to do much of anything else, the headache from the accident hitting you, along with the high from the alcohol - obviously not a good mix. 

You blacked out…

When you awoke, you didn’t know where you were. But you heard beeping noises, and with the bright, white lights above you, you assumed that you were in the hospital. You didn’t have much of a memory of what had happened, just the faint memory of white lights and then the splitting headache that still made you groan, your fingers going up to your head, your eyes closing in pain.

“Whoa, careful…” a familiar voice whispered, fingers wrapping gently around your wrist to bring your hand back down, away from your head. Opening your eyes and looking to the side, your memories rushed back to you, your headache only allowing a few flashes of what had happened - who you had called.

Your mind was working over time, debating whether or not to let the last month or so fall asleep, a monster waiting to be awoken again, or let it snarl and snap at him in this moment. You didn’t want to fight, were much too weak for that. You knew you had lost a lot of blood and you could feel the bruises all over your body, probably decorating your skin nicely. No amount of makeup would disguise the purple-blue bruises that now colored your chin and cheeks, or your shoulders. The others could be hidden beneath clothes. You groaned.

“Who did this to you?” Sehun whispered then, not waiting for you to say anything as his fingers ghosted over your skin. He was being gentle with you, ever so delicate as his eyes washed over you, anxious and worried for your safety. You felt like you hadn’t seen that expression, those beautiful eyes of his in years, when really it had only been a few weeks. 

When had his sweet, caring side become a stranger?

“I’m going to kill them.” Sehun murmured, almost too quiet for you to hear. And if you had been feeling better, you would have smiled and thanked him, but you just couldn’t right now. Instead, you shuddered at the intensity behind his voice. Your memories - if they served you right - told you that you should still be mad at him, but his sweet face and those lips that you loved told you otherwise. Screw your memories.

“Sehun-ah.” you murmured, just saying his name was painful, your throat dry and your voice still hoarse, though you weren’t sure why. His eyes darted up to yours and you felt the pain more vividly then, unsure of how to react to him right now.

“You don’t have to say anything.” he said then, and you just looked at him, waiting for what else he had to say. His presence there was enough for you. You could forget for today that you were angry with him, “Just listen to me.” and he almost looked like he was in pain when he added, “Please.”

You didn’t have the strength to nod, or to say anything, so you just continued to wait.

“I am so sorry. I never meant for any of this to happen. And I know that you hate me. I would hate me, too. Actually, no - I do hate myself after what I’ve put you through these last weeks. I don’t deserve your forgiveness. But…” and your Sehun looked like he was on the verge of tears. You had only seen him cry when he was so completely overcome with emotions. You didn’t like seeing him cry, “But if you could just give me a chance. We can start from the beginning. We can pretend like we’re strangers, and I can prove myself to you all over again. I don’t care what SM says, about the no dating co-workers policy. You were mine far before you started working there, and I hope - if you give me the chance - you’ll be mine long after we both leave.”

His voice faded and you didn’t know how to respond to him. His eyes were watery with oncoming tears and you didn’t know what to say, what to do really, other than reach up slowly and wipe his tears away. His eyes blinked closed for a second, letting the tears fall as they must, and you felt a little like crying, too, seeing him so fragile there before you. You were sure that you had seemed like that over the last few weeks, certainly seemed like that now. Your fingers curled back and you retracted your hand from his face.

“Okay.” was all you said, too much on your mind, and your voice too weak to say much of anything else. You didn’t know how you could say all that was racing through your mind either, but he had come to you when you called, and he had waited until you woke, waiting here beside you for what could have been hours, maybe even a day. He had probably already been scolded by the company for being here. You didn’t care, and he certainly didn’t seem to, either.

Even with that one little word - just you saying “okay” - his face lit up like you hadn’t seen in ages. And he was starting to tear up again when he leaned forward, his shadow overtaking you as he leaned in and pressed his sweet lips gently to your forehead. 

The sensation made your eyes close and for a second the pain receded - just barely. When he pulled away, you were both teary-eyed and speechless. 

Sehun’s hand gripped yours in his and neither of you said a word as you just held onto him for support.