➳ 31. “It doesn’t have to be this way.”
➳ Xiumin x reader
Xiumin has learned how to control his temper. Having lived for hundreds of years, his temper has gotten him into various sticky situations that he always managed to get himself out of - but he couldn’t afford to get into trouble now, especially because he now had someone to protect.
But maybe that was a bad thing, too - because if there was one thing Xiumin would do anything to protect, it was you, and he didn’t tend to care in the moment if he was angering someone, as long as you were comfortable and safe.
“I suggest you leave,” he sighs deeply, swirling the deep red liquid in his glass around gently before he downs it easily. The glare of the man he’s talking to deepens, making you shiver and sink deeper into Xiumin.
“I’m not leaving until you give me what’s mine,” the man growls, eyes fixated on the necklace around your neck - at the tone of hostility in his voice, a hand shoots up to your waist, soothingly rubbing gently to calm your racing heart.
Xiumin heaves a sigh as he easily lifts you off of his lap and onto the leather loveseat beside him, standing up with annoyance. His brothers watch the exchange with interest, knowing this could go two ways: Xiumin kills him, or he lets him go with a few missing limbs.
“Listen,” he begins, stretching boredly as he strolls towards the man who’s still fuming with anger. “You’re scaring my mate, okay? And I really don’t like people who do that-”
“Unfortunately, I don’t care,” the man interrupts, and you watch as Xiumin’s eyes darken. He really shouldn’t have done that, and Xiumin knows that, but a small glance back at you makes him clench his jaw, deciding that he’d give the foolish man one more chance. “I want the pendant back.”
“Well for one - that pendant is rightfully mine, and it’s staying with me,” he sounds amused now, as if he can hardly fathom the idea of such a man testing him in such a public place. This club was known to be where EXO spent their free time - only a real fool would test him, especially here.
“It doesn’t have to be this way,” Xiumin warns one more time, “If you walk away now, you get to live.”
“I don’t think so.”
And then a squelching sound fills the air, over the pounding music, and then there’s a thud. Although you know the man deserved whatever was coming to him, you can’t bring yourself to look at how Xiumin grips the man’s heart in his hand, letting the organ fall to the ground uselessly.
You let out a relieved sigh when you see the man’s body being towed away by a few passing witches who wanted to help, and then everything is back to normal, as if nothing happened; the music is loud, the alcohol is flowing, Xiumin’s brothers are conversing between themselves, and Xiumin is slipping back onto couch casually.
As he takes you back into his arms again, his slender fingers find the amber pendant around your neck, slipping his fingers along the smooth stone thoughtfully.
“Why did he want it so badly?” You ask carefully, watching aa his eyebrows furrows as he thinks. He meets your eyes seconds later, brown pools of love that are resevred specially for you.
“Because it’s extremely expensive, I’m guessing,” he murmurs, “But I couldn’t let him have it - it was my mother’s. It’s supposed to be passed down to my mate, and then our eldest child, and so on.”
“I never knew,” you bite your lip, “I feel bad for wearing it so casually…”
“Don’t be,” Xiumin smiles fondly, a hand cupping your face gently, “It’s meant to be worn by you - and it looks stunning on you, my love.”