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anonymous asked:

so... back to this series again... what would young children and other viewers in general of ATLA have learned from a zutara relationship in place of a K@taang and m@iko?

One of the reasons Zutara is a superior narrative to the canon ships is that it supports the preexisting messages in the show, as opposed to creating a new message that contradicts previously established themes. Here are a few ways Zutara strengthens and reinforces the show’s messages:

1. Balance. Avatar the Last Airbender is all about balance. The people of the Four Nations have strengths and weaknesses that play off each other in a beautiful counterpoint in the Avatar world. 

Koh: Tui and La, your Moon and Ocean, have always circled each other in an eternal dance. They balance each other… push and pull… life and death… good and evil… yin… and yang.

Zuko: You rise with the moon. I rise with the sun.

Aαng and Katara don’t have a balanced relationship. On Aαng’s side, the relationship is one-sided because he pines for her while never allowing Katara to know how he feels. On Katara’s side, the relationship is one-sided because Katara spends much more time and energy catering to Aαng’s emotional needs than Aαng spends catering to Katara’s. 

But in order to have balance, you must first have …

2. Equality.

As Katara grows in her waterbending abilities, she is shown to be more and more Zuko’s bending equal. Zuko and Katara have comparable amounts of drive and determination, a moral code that gets challenged as they go through their journeys, and are two of the most developed characters in A:TLA. 

Mαi and Zuko are completely unequal in terms of characterization.  Mαi never goes through a redemption arc, realizes she was wrong about the Fire Nation, or treats the people around her any better at the end of the show than she did at the beginning. And it should be noted that unlike with their canon love interests, Zuko and Katara spend about equal amounts of time in the show being “in the wrong” or “in the right” when it comes to their interactions. In Mαiko, Zuko is always the one to blame, and in Aαng always gets irritated when Katara refuses to follow the wisdom of the monks.

3. Redemption. A large part of the show focuses on redemption–not just of Zuko, but of the Fire Nation as a whole. Things that went terribly wrong in the past can be rectified. Relationships that failed in the past can be restored. This is the point of the Avatar Roku/Firelord Sozin dynamic that foreshadowed Zuko and Aαng. If the “Cave of Two Lovers” had foreshadowed Zutara as it was likely intended to early on, it would have carried this message through flawlessly.

So it always baffles me when canon shippers make the argument that Zutara shouldn’t happen because of the Crossroads of Destiny, or because he captured her in the past. Zuko did far worse things to Aαng than he ever did to Katara, and yet the former end up best friends. And Katara gets, not a redemption arc, but a forgiveness arc with Zuko, where she lets go of her hatred that has been poisoning her ever since she was little. With Mαiko, not only does Mαi herself never get fully redeemed; Zuko going back to Mαi at the end of the show means going back to a superficial relationship based on attraction and gift-giving, rather than substantial principles in common. It’s jarring to see next to the rest of his peerless character path. 

4. Freedom of destiny. 

Aαng: You didn’t really see love in my fortune, did you? You just told me what I wanted to hear.
Aunt Wu: I’ll tell you a little secret, young Airbender. Just as you reshaped those clouds, you have the power to reshape your own destiny.

Iroh: You know, Prince Zuko, destiny is a funny thing. You never know how things are going to work out. But if you keep an open mind and an open heart, I promise you will find your own destiny someday.

Sokka: What about us? [Meaning Sokka, Toph, and Suki] What’s  our destiny today?
Iroh: What do you think it is?

Aunt Wu: I feel great romance for you. The man you’re going to marry… Katara: Tell me more!
Aunt Wu: I can see that he is a very powerful bender. 

[later in the episode]

 Sokka: Man, sometimes I forget what powerful bender (Katara’s expression instantly changes at this, remembering Aunt Wu’s words) that kid is.
Katara: Wait, what did you just say?
Sokka: Nothing, just that Aαng is one powerful bender.
Katara: I suppose he is…

One of these things is not like the others. And the only reason to disturb the ongoing A:TLA lesson of choosing your own destiny, is for Kαtααng to happen at the end of the show. 

It also doesn’t help that the canon ships BOTH have hints of the endgame pairings when at least one of the people is still very much a child.

These characters are too young to be dating! They do not have the mental and emotional wherewithal to choose their romantic destiny when they haven’t even started adolescence. Freedom of choice is an essential theme of the Avatar world; it’s just a pity the romance gets so little of it.

Kitten: Part 2

Hi! I’m sorry to say there is no smut in this part but lots of fluffy bonding, I hope you like it! I don’t really plan on doing a part 3 but if I think of one I’ll definitely do write it! Please let me know how you all feel about it!

“We have a guest,” Kyungsoo groans, but he doesn’t move away from where we are tangled together on the large couch in his living room. I hum snuggling deeper into his side, not to happy about the idea of him getting up either. I’m completely exhausted from the hours of, um, activities with Kyungsoo. There is a knock on the door, we both glance at it. “Go away,” He snarls without hesitation.

“Hyung,” A familiar voice whines. I sniff the air and recognize the scent of the pale man I had seen the night before. “You owe me something for leading you to your mate.”

“You are lucky you aren’t dead.”

“Does it help if I say it’s work related?”

Kyungsoo scoffs, “You don’t work.”

“I’m coming in!” The younger announces, stupidly ignoring the horrifiying growl coming from his hyung. The door opens revealing the hot blonde I was expecting but in a neat suit compared to the shredded outfit from before. I click my tongue, he cleans up nice.

“Do you have a death wish?” Kyungsoo snarls, shifting slightly so I’m pressed up against the back of the couch, hidden from his brother.

The younger coughs awkwardly, “Sorry, I didn’t know you guys were naked.”

“What the hell do you want?”

“I just wanted to check in, the others were curious and you weren’t answering your phone…”

“Don’t you think there was a reason I was ignoring you?”

The younger huffs, “You never have very good reasons.”

“I have very important things to be doing!”

I chuckle, shoving Kyungsoo off me a bit to pop my head over the edge to smile at the blushing man, “Hello again.”

He jumps back a bit, “Um…Hello.”

“I’m the very important thing incase you were wondering,” I muse with a glance over my shoulder at a frowning Kyungsoo. “Why are you pouting?”

“I want him gone.”

“He’s your younger brother, stop being so hostile Kyungsoo. We can’t just block out the whole world.”

“He tried,” The brother muses. “Called into work, took all week off, turned off his phone, put extra security around the building, he really tried.”

“Yet here you are,” Kyungsoo snarls once again. “I figured you would have gotten the hint that I want some alone time with my mate.”

“Is he always like this?” I ask his brother.

He nods, “Yea but this is a bit more extreme than usual and you can assume why.”

“An unmated alpha in the room with a naked omega, I can understand.”

“That reminds me, the others want to meet her,” He scratches the back of his neck awkwardly.

“Not a chance in hell,” Kyungsoo deadpans.

“Who are the others?” I whine at Kyungsoo, “Why can’t meet them?”

His eyes shift to me and automatically soften, “Because Kitten, I don’t want those dirty wolves anywhere near you. At least not for awhile, I want to keep you all to myself for as long as I can.”

“You can’t just keep me locked in here.”

He chuckles, “Says who?”

“Kyungsoo,” I warn.

“Okay, Kitten I’m just kidding. At least, sort of… That reminds me we need to talk about a few things. You,” He looks back to his brother, “You need to leave.”

His brother his whole time has been watching our interaction with wide eyes, “She called you by your name… no oppa or ssi… no formal speaking at all… how old is she?”

“I’m 23!” I answer happily.

His jaw drops, pointing a finger at me and stomping his feet, he looks like an upset child, “And you don’t speak formally to me either!”

I look to Kyungsoo confused, “What’s the big deal? He can’t be that much older than me, can he?”

My mate chuckles, “He is almost 900 years old.”

“What?!” I yell, nearly jumping to my feet if not for his arm around my waist. “Than how old are you?”

“Use that brain of yours, you are a smart little kitten. You know a lot about our politics and rules, how old could I be?”

My jaw drops, “To be a council member you have to at least be… 800 years old…”

“My smart kitten,” He muses, rubbing our noses together before nosing along my jaw to my neck.

“This is making me sick,” The brother pretends to throw up.

Kyungsoo glares at him, “Than go. I’ll consider taking her to the pack house later this week but for now, I’m keeping her here.”

“Fine. But if Chanyeol hyung pops up and mobs the girl in excitement, I warned you.” He turns back and grips the door handle, “One last thing, they need your signature on a few things before today is over.”

Kyungsoo groans, “Why didn’t you just bring them with you?”

“I forgot.”

The next roar has the younger scrambling out the door, I chuckle as he goes. My mate groans once again, shifting himself closer to me and burying his face into my neck. My fingers tangle through his hair, “So what are these things we need to talk about?”

“How about we talk over breakfast? I can’t have you starving on my watch,” He kisses me softly before standing up, leaving the blanket with me, confident in his naked existence. I watch him disappear down a hallway and emerge a few minutes later wearing a pair of black boxers with a shirt in his hand. “Arms up,” He commands softly, even though he didn’t use his alpha voice I quickly obey and throw my hands above my head so he can slide the shirt on for me. It’s obviously his, I crawl over the back of the couch to follow him into the kitchen, noticing how the hem of the shirt reached my mid thigh. His wolf notices to and purrs in approval.

“What’s for breakfast?” I plop down in one the tall chairs at the breakfast bar.

“Nothing too fancy, eggs, toast and fruit sound okay?” He pulls out a fry pan and some eggs from the fridge.

I nod, “Better than what I usually eat. Do you need any help with anything?”

He hums eyeing up the knife block on the back counter, “How good are you with knives?”

“I have worked in a kitchen before, I know my way around them, what do you need me to cut?”

“There is a watermelon in the fridge, if you want to grab the cutting board from under the middle cabinet, I’ll grab the melon.”

I jump up from my seat and find the cutting board in seconds, taking note of all of his fancy pans and appliances. “You cook a lot don’t you?” I question once I have my station set up, a large knife in my hand. He sets the decent sized melon in front of me before quickly rushing back to the stove where the eggs are cooking.

“I find it relaxing.”

I hum as I quickly chop the melon into triangles. It doesn’t take him long to finish the eggs and grab a few slices of bread. It all feels weird, so domestic, like we’ve done this a million times before. My heart flutters in my chest, something he quickly notices, he stops and looks at me with concern in his eyes.

“Are you okay?”

I smile up at him, throwing my arms around his neck and kissing those beautiful lips softly, “I’m completely over the moon.”

He fights with himself to pull away from the kiss, “Eat first. I know were tigers are strong but you need to eat.” He pulls me back to where I was sitting before, placing a plate with two fried eggs, a slice of bread, and a couple slices of watermelon, he stares at me expectantly.

“You eat too.” It only takes him a moment to make his own plate and take the spot next to me. We eat for a few minutes in silence, just enjoying the others company when I remember, “So what are these things we need to talk about?”

“Well firstly I would like to apologize for being such an ass last night. As an older man I should have been in control of my wolf and should have stopped myself from basically kidnapping you last night.”

I shrug, “I went willingly. There is no need to apologize. No matter how old you are, you got excited when you saw me, I get it. My friend’s mate was no different when they met.”

He nods, obviously thankful for my understanding, “So I wanted to ask you a few questions that I should have asked last night. Like what is your surname?”

I chuckle realizing we really haven’t done a proper introduction, I turn to him with my hand out, “Kim, Kin Eunbi, and you are?”

“Do Kyungsoo,” He shakes my hand with a small smile.

“Well Kyungsoo, as an old man what do you do? Seems like it will be important.”

He nods, “I am the head of the Do group. CEO Do industries.”

I click my tongue, “Wow, my mate is pretty damn impressive.”

“And you are a dancer?”

“Lets not talk about me now, my life just looks sad compared to yours.”

“I have had a long time to get my life together, you are still just a little kitten. You have plenty of time to grow.”

“Thanks for inspirational words. Next question.”

“Of course, I hope you don’t mind my asking but about your ears…” He stares at them for a moment, I forgot that my wig had fallen off last night. My hands automatically go up to caress the soft fur. He watches me, his hand twitches in his lap making me chuckle.

“You can touch them,” I lean my head towards him. He is hesitant at first but once I lean closer he lets one hand graze them slightly. A purr begins to go off in my chest as his fingers gently caress one of my ears. “When I was little something happened to one of my human ears and I got scared and was only able to partially transform at the time, hence cat ears. I have tried getting them back to normal but I can’t so I just wear wigs to get people to stop staring,” I shrug.

He hums, staring at them with some kind of adoration in his eyes.

“Any other questions?”

“I was wondering about how you wanted to do things after today,” He looks down at his food, suddenly bashful.

“What do you mean?” I frown, thrown by the question. He made if very clear last night and this morning that there is no if, ands, or buts, about it, we are mates. Did he not want me as a mate? Did he want me to leave or something?

“What I said earlier, about keeping you here all week, I don’t want that-”

My heart stops. I can’t my mouth to open, I just stare at him, is he rejecting me?

He gives me a side glance when my breath hitches, “Please don’t be mad, it’s just how wolves are. We are possessive creatures when it comes to our mates. If you don’t want to move in that’s-“

“Wait a minute, move in? I thought you were going to kick me out!” I snarl, ready to murder him for giving me a heart attack.

“No, no, no, of course not!”

“Well you just said you don’t want to keep my here all week.”

“I want to keep you here forever!”

“Oh.” Now I feel like an idiot.

“I just don’t know how to say it without sounding like some crazy obsessive beast.”

“How about saying, ‘hey, we are mates, how about you move in since we are destined to be together forever anyway?’”

He pouts, “I didn’t know how well over that would go.”

“Well better than sounding like you were trying to get rid of me.”

He turns to me, “I would never try to get rid of you Kitten, understand? We are mates, you are going to be lucky to get away from me at all, okay?”

“I understand.”

“Good,” He kisses the top of my head. “So is that a yes?”

“I need to talk to my roommate first. I’m 100% sure her boyfriend would take over my half of the rent but I also want to let her know that I didn’t die.”

“We don’t have to go today,” He almost whines.

“Soo,” I warn when his hand slides up my thigh, “If we don’t her and her boyfriend are going to go to all alpha and murder someone trying to find me.”

He sighs, “Fine.”

“Now the only probably is I need some clothes since mine aren’t even whole enough to be consider clothes anymore, not that they were much before.”

“Just wear mine.”

I shrug.

He goes back into his room while I finish my breakfast, I’m not surprised that his plate is already empty, freaking wolves. He returns five minutes later in another nice suit with a pair of sweatpants in his hand.

I groan at the sight of him, “Why do you get to look so hot while I look like a bum?”

“I have to stop at my office on our way back so the suit is required. Plus I love the idea of you wearing my clothes everywhere,” He hums coming to stand in front of me. His hands rest on the breakfast bar, locking me in place, “Tells everyone who you belong to.”

I have to bite my lip to keep myself from whimpering. I push him away with all of my strength, only getting him a foot or two away, “We don’t have tome to go another round right now.”

He straightens his suit and clears his throat awkwardly, a pink hue gracing his cheeks, “You are very right. We should get going.” He hands me the pants, allowing me to pull them on myself. His eyes scan the doorway and down the hall, “Where are your shoes?”

I scoff, “I didn’t have any. I was being dragged along barefoot.”

Without a word he scoops me up bridal style and carries me out of the apartment. We take same path as last night, down the hallway, down the elevator and into the, I’m assuming, private garage. He gently places me in the passenger’s side seat before closing the door and going to his own door, grumbling something under his breath.

“What was that sir?” I raise a brow at him as he begins driving.

“I’m damning myself to the lowest part of hell for being too angry to even realize that you didn’t have shoes on last night. I pulled you across that dirty club floor and parking lot, there could have been anything on that floor! Glass, needles, vomit, anything!”

I laugh, “You worry way too much.” I place a hand on his thigh, “Kyungsoo I’m fine. I can handle walking barefoot, it’s actually what I prefer, you know basically being a cat and all. Now lets for get about it and turn here!” I frantically point to the left, realizing he has no idea where I live. I feel like we’ve known each other forever, not that we just met last night. He turns and listens quietly as I babble on, giving him directions as needed. You can tell the moment we switch to the slum of Seoul. I sense his anxiety rising, noting his hands tight grip on the wheel but choose to ignore it. I know I live in a dangerous area for a small girl but it’s all my friend and I could afford so I didn’t have much of an option. When we pull up to my building Kyungsoo is fuming.

“You live here?” His distaste and concern is written all over his face.

I sigh, “Yes, I know it’s shitty but it’s all I can afford, now do you want to stay in the car or-“

“You don’t think I’m letting you go in there alone do you?”

“Of course not,” I roll my eyes, “It’s not like I haven’t been doing it for the last three years.” He climbs out faster than me and once again picks me up like a princess. He carries me up the three flights of stairs and down the dirty hall littered with trash, his nose scrunched up in disgust. It only gets worse when we reach my door and I stretch my hand out to knock only to get pulled away right away after. Kyungsoo snarls, his teeth bared, eyes fixed on the door, his arms around me tighten. “Whoa there boy what’s with the teeth?”

His eyes glow red, “There is another alpha inside. The whole place reeks of him.”

“It’s-” The door rips open revealing another snarling alpha, this one a bit more familiar. “Yongguk oppa!” The other alpha’s eyes scan the situation in front of him for a  moment before yet another alpha appears, this one smaller, “Hyorin!”

“Eunbi!” My friend yells happily, reaching for me only to be pulled away by her mate. “Ya!”

“Who the hell are you?” Yongguk snarls.

“I was about to ask you the same thing. Heel mutt,” Kyungsoo seethes back, his eyes glowing more intense. Two alphas seem to enter a trance automatically going down on one knee and tilt their heads to the side, bearing their necks.

“What in the world is going on?” I demand, slapping Kyungsoo’s chest lightly.

“It’s a trick you pick up as an older alpha, you can make younger or weaker wolves submit without fighting.”

“Well stop. This is my roommate, and best friend, Hyorin, and her mate Yongguk. They are both very nice people.”

He growls again, “His scent is all over this place.”

“Yea, it’s how we keep other alphas away, Yongguk is pretty strong, at least I thought he was, he has helped me out a lot so stop this.”

“Fine,” He grumbles, he stops growling allowing his eyes to go back to normal ad allowing my friends to snap out of their trance. Hyorin shakes herself out of it before glaring at Soo, she reaches for me but once again I’m pulled away. “No touching.”

“Soo,” I whine kicking my legs, “Let me down.”

“Bi, you going to explain who this strange wolf carrying you is?” She questions.

“Oh yea! Oppa, Hyorin, this is my mate Kyungsoo. We met last night at the club.”

Hyorin nods, “And also broke a bouncer’s hand.”

“Yea he did…”

Soo pouts, “It’s because he was going to take you away.”

“I know, don’t worry, it’ll be fine.”

“So, mate?” Yongguk eyes the older man up.

“Does this mean you are going to move out?” My friend pouts.

“Yea, I’m sorry.”

“Don’t apologize,” Her mate smiles, “I can finally get her to move in with me and you both can get out of this dump.”

“Great, now that all of that is settled, grab your things so we can go,” Kyungsoo finally puts me down past the thresh hold.

“What’s the rush?” Hyo muses, wrapping an arm around me almost possessively. “I would like to get to know the man who swooped up my best friend. You are an old powerful alpha from what I can tell, who exactly are you?”

He doesn’t answer, just glowers at her.

“Do Kyungsoo,” I answer.

Her eyes go wide, both her and Yongguk take two large steps away from me. “Do Kyungsoo? As in the councilmen?”

“Yes?” I look at him confused, “How big of a deal is that for other wolves?”

“Bi! You aren’t speaking formally to him! What the hell?” She warns, full of panic.


“It’s a big deal to other wolves but please don’t worry about it,” He admits but shrugs it off. “Now please gather your things. Are you going to need help?”

“No, I don’t have much. You should come along anyway,” I hold my hand out to him, which he quickly takes. I lead him through the small apartment into my tiny bedroom which only has room for a twin sized bed and a dresser. I grab my only large duffle bag and begin cleaning out my drawers.

“How long have you know them?” He asks suddenly. I turn around to see him sitting on the edge of my bed, his eyes fixated on me like usual.

“Um, for about six years now. I met Hyorin in high school and she met Oppa right after we graduated.”

“You seem really close.”

I nod, “We were all we really had at the time.”

“What about your family?”

I sigh and run my fingers through my hair, “My dad, who is a were, hooked up with my mom and ran away right after she found out she was pregnant with me. My mom took care of me until the whole thing with my ears happened. She didn’t want to be know as the woman with the freak child so she gave me up when I was about 5. After that I went to a home for were children and I just kind of took care of myself after that.”

He is right behind me in a second, his arms wrapping around me tightly, pulling me into a soothing hug, “I’m so sorry Kitten.”

I shrug, “I’m over it now.”

He kisses my shoulder a few times before licking the bite mark on my neck, “You will never have to deal with things like that again.”

“I know,” I turn around in his embrace and kiss his lovely lips softly, “Thank you.”


“Wow,” I whistle at the sight of the massive building across the plaza. “That’s yours?”

He nods proudly, “My office is on the top floor. Over there,” He points to another skyscraper on the left, “Is Kim Industries. They are our partners and pack members. Than over there on the right is Wu, our Chines pack members. Behind them is Park.”

“All of them are part of your pack?”

“Yes, the Wu’s have four sons, Park two, Kim also four, and that leaves Do with two also.”

“So the twelve men in the council are you and your friends?”

“Yes, now do you want to come in with me?” He offers but looking down at my outfit I grimace and shake my head. I changed at my place but my outfit probably doesn’t fit the requirements to go inside, even with the boss on my arm.

“Next time I’ll wear something more appropriate so you can show me off without me feeling like an idiot.”

He chuckles, “You look absolutely beautiful.” His eyes scan over my pale blue jean and ratty black t-shirt down to my black heels and looks at me with so much adoration I feel like I’m wearing a ball gown with a full face a makeup.

“Thanks Soo but I’m just going to wander around the plaza for a few minutes, stretch my legs and enjoy some fresh air before we get home and lock ourselves in again,” I smirk at how his breath hitches and his eyes flash red.

“I’ll be back as fast as possible,” We both get out of the car, he walks with me to the center of the plaza but I shoo him away to do his work. He is hesitant to go but after a few kisses and a kick to the butt I get him going. The minute he is gone I feel eyes on me. I am out of place in the business centric plaza but I ignore the looks and begin to take a small stroll around the area. My eyes scan over the tall building that belongs to one of his pack members, Kim, I believe, before wandering over to Wu and even glancing back at Park. I thought they would all be the same boring inside but each has their own style, ranging from modern to classic to edgy. I feel tempted to wander inside but from the dirty looks I’m getting from the receptionists through the glass I have a feeling I’m not welcomed. Staring up at the top of Soo’s building I wonder if he’s watching me now or if he’s focused on work. I don’t feel the tingling down my back like I usually do when he stares so I go with the latter. So distracted by my thoughts I don’t notice the man on his phone walking my way until we are slamming into each other.

“Sorry,” I mumble stepping away quickly, noting it’s another wolf and don’t want his scent anywhere near me.

“Bi?” A familiar voice muses.

I look up and automatically grimace at the sight of an old customer, “Hello Jay.”

“What are you doing here?” He grins wide at me, completely ignoring my obvious distaste for him. We ended our client dancer association after I found out he was mated to a pretty little wolf, actually I ended it after she came to the club bawling. The alpha didn’t seem phased by his mate’s tears, he makes me feel disgusted with myself for not seeing his asshole ways earlier.

“I’m waiting for my mate,” I answer sharply.

He sniffs me, “Do I smell a wolf on you?”

“Yes,” I grit out between my teeth when he takes a step closer. Forcing me back a few more. “He should be back soon so get out of here. We are no longer acquaintances.”

“I would say we were more than acquaintances.”

“No. You were my customer until I banned you from the club, now we are nothing. Got it? I have a mate.”

He rolls his eyes at me, “Cats don’t have mates, you know that. It’s a wolf thing. Who is this wolf you fucking? Is he good? I thought you wouldn’t do it with a wolf? Are you expanding your clientele? Could I get a little taste?” He winks at me, making me feel sick, “How much?”

I growl at him, “No. I have never had sex for money, we both know that. Remember all the times I turned your nasty ass down? I have a mate now so I will be finding a different job so mind your own god damn business and get on with your life.”

“You can’t talk to me like that you little-” He is cut off by a horrifying snarl from over my shoulder. An arm wraps around my shoulders, it’s a tall handsome man with sharp features, his teeth bared at the man who had been yelling at me. Jay gulps but tries to put on a brave face, “Back off man I’m talking to the bitch.”

Another man appears, this one just as tall with bags under his fierce eyes, “Watch your mouth mutt,” He snarls. His hand is on the back of Jay’s neck, squeezing until Jay yelps in pain and drops to his knees. “Apologize. Now.”

“Who the hell are you guys?” Jay whimpers. I realize more attractive men in suits have surrounded us, each looking absolutely pissed, eyes glowing red, fangs peeking out from their upper lips. Even with their deadly aura I feel completely safe under this man’s arm. Not as warm and safe as I feel with Soo but it’s similar. I notice one familiar face.

“Do you really need to ask?” The man holding on to me growls.

Jay studies them for a moment, his face pales, confirming my thoughts.

“You are the council,” We both mumble together.

“Yes. Now I’ll say it one more time before I rip your head off for attacking a council member’s mate. Apologize.”

Jay presses his forehead to the ground, crying loudly, apologizing just as loudly. I roll my eyes, what a bitch. I sigh and look up at the one hanging on me, “If I threaten him will you back me up?”

He chuckles, “Happily.”

I smirk as I crouch down closer to where Jay is bawling. Feeling brave I tap the back of his head, “Stop your bawling and look at me.” He slowly obeys, only peeking up at me, “I will forgive you on one condition.”

Jay nods eagerly.

“Stop being a piece of shit. IF I hear tat you cheated on your mate one more fucking time I will murder you. She did nothing to deserve your shit. I have known my mate for under 24 hours and it destroys me to think about doing that to him or him doing that to me. So get a fucking heart, okay?”

He nods.

“Good, now scram.”

Jay is on his feet rushing away faster than I ever thought possible, leaving me with the eleven men who came to my rescue. I bow to them deeply, “Thank you.”

The tallest chuckles, “Doesn’t really look like you needed us.”

I shrug, “It’s always good to have some muscle.”

“So you are our Kyungsoo’s mate,” Another tall one hums, this one has much softer, even child like features.

“Yes, you are his pack.”

“Yes, we are.”

“You must be head alpha,” I note, staring down the tallest.

“I’m Kris Wu,” He bows his head slightly. “How could you tell?”

“You have this thing about you, screams head alpha.”

“I take it you are a were cat,” Another speaks, this one looks young but carries himself like an older man, and by the way the others separate for him I’m going with much older.

“Tiger,” I point out, flashing my blue eyes.

“Those are interesting,” He muses coming closer to get a better look at my ears. I move them slightly making him jump back like a child. Three others come closer to stare at them as well.

“I’m Eunbi by the way,” I smile at them.


“I’m Chanyeol!”


“Jongdae,” One with a Cheshire like grin bows his head. I scan the other six who have yet to say a word.

“I already know you,” I smirk at the blond man slowly creeping up.

“There you go again,” He huffs.

“You are the only one who seems to have a problem with it.”

“What?” Baekhyun glances between us confused.

“See Baekhyun doesn’t even notice it.”

“That’s not an excuse!”

“Sehun what are you whining about now?” Kyungsoo finally appears. I beam at him and rush over into his open arms.

“Soo,” I playfully whine, casting a glare at Sehun, “Sehunnie is being mean.”

“I am not!”

“He is the youngest isn’t he?” I suddenly realize why it must be bugging him.

“How can you tell?” A pretty doe eyed man snorts.

“Is he always this childish?”

The man nods, before narrowing his eyes on me, not in a pissed way, more amused than anything, “Oh.”

“There you go,” I chuckle.

“What?” Baekhyun joins in on the whining.

“Come on Baekhyun, you can figure it out,” I stare at him for another moment before his jaw drops.


“Oh?” Sehun pouts. “She just gets an oh? No scolding or punishment? You guys would murder me if I did that!”

The others slowly catch on, Kris is chuckling at the realization, “How the hell did I not realize she was speaking informally?”

“How old are you?” Minseok questions with the same amusement.

“23,” Soo and I both respond.

“She is going to fit in well here,” Kris sighs.

“Fit in?” I look to Soo confused.

“As my mate, you are now part of our pack,” He kisses my temple.

“So that’s why all of you came rushing over, to help a pack member?”

Kris nods, “Since you are a mate the protectiveness we feel will be more intense until the rest of us find mates.”

“Wow none of you have mates? Aren’t you all really old?”

The pretty man chuckles, “You sure are something.”

Kyungsoo wraps his arms around me tight, “Yes, you sure are. You are all mine, little kitten.”

“Enough of that mushy stuff,” A tan man grimaces at us.

“Jongin is just mad he doesn’t have mate do that with,” A sweet man glares at the younger.

“You are too Yixing hyung.”

“Okay guys that’s enough,” Another calms the two, “I’m Suho, second in command, it’s nice to meet you.” The man tries to shake my hand but Soo pulling me away makes him roll his eyes. The other’s all come forward, greeting me with big smiles and attempts at hugs but stop when Kyungsoo begins kicking them away. I just chuckle as they cause a massive amount of chaos in the plaza, causing people to run away.

“As alpha of the pack,” Kris says gaining everyone’s attention, he smirks at me, “I’m happy to welcome you to the pack, Kitten,”

Originally posted by smileysoo

{Reaction} EXO when you say daddy and both him and your dad respond.

Note: This was a lot of fun to write hehe, I enjoyed this one~ I hope you enjoy it anon! Fighting~

Disclaimer: I don’t on the gifs/ images used.

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Park Chanyeol

Originally posted by queenhyo

You walked into the living room where Chanyeol was talking to you Father happily. They were discussing music, you could tell my the passion that was shining in Chanyeol’s eyes.

{y/n}: “I’m sorry to interrupt, I was just wondering what time you wanted dinner, Daddy?”

Chanyeol: “Is six okay?”

{Your Dad}: “I think she was talking to me.”

Chanyeol: “Oh no, it’s just because she calls me Da-” *see’s your warning eyes and realises* “I mean, yeah, sorry. What were you asking your real Daddy, jagi?”

Do Kyungsoo/ D.O.

Originally posted by kyunseu

You still lived in your parents house, so when Kyungsoo comes over you have to be rather quiet if you want any privacy times, or wait until your parents go out. One night when Kyungsoo had come over, you were sure your parents had gone out already…

Kyungsoo: *mid- sexy time.* “Moan it, Jagi.”

{y/n}: “Daddy!”

{Your Dad}: *From downstairs* “Yeah?!”

Byun Baekhyun

Originally posted by blondejongin

Baekhyun was staying at your family home for a while. And even though you guys aren’t exactly staying very innocent in the dead of night, you’re obviously not being very quiet, either.

{Younger sibling}: “Daddy”

{Your Dad}: “Yeah?”

{Younger sibling}: “No not you, I was talking to {y/n}’s Daddy” *points at Baekhyun*

Baekhyun: *Smirks smugly to himself, rather proud he made you moan loud enough for the child to here.*

Oh Sehun

Originally posted by visual-jongdae

Sehun pinned you up against the bedroom wall, his eyes shining with list as he held your hands over your head.

Sehun: “Better listen to me, Jagiya or Daddy will have to punish you.”

{Your Dad}: *walks in* “She only has one Father, she doesn’t need another one.” *Sassy af*

Sehun: “Please, you might be her real Dad, but we all know she begs for this Daddy.” *Sassyhun strikes back*

Zhang Yixing/ Lay

Originally posted by lovelaydays

Let’s be honest, Yixing is going to be Daddy af in the bedroom, and innocent outside of it. So when he responds to you calling you Daddy, he doesn’t seem to notice where he’s gone wrong.

{y/n}: “Daddy, can I have some help with this?”

Yixing: “Oh sure Jagi.”

{Your Dad}: “What did you just call him?”

{y/n}: Happy… uh, yeah. I called him happy.” *thinks of the first words you can think of that sounds similar to Daddy.*

Yixing: “I’m pretty sure you just called me Da- ohhh yeah, sorry. Happy. That’s me, see?” *Grins before rushing out the room shyly.*

Kim Jongdae/ Chen

Originally posted by chenrrerorocher

Your father had heard you calling Jongdae Daddy and was not happy about it in the slightest. You were both sat on the sofa, watching as your Father paced angrily.

{Your Dad}: “So you like being her Daddy, huh? Then why are there so many damn dishes in the sink? Go on, real Dad’s work their asses off.”

Jongdae: “Yes, sir.” *Even after being told off he probably won’t let you stop calling him Daddy tbh*

Kim Minseok/ Xiumin

Originally posted by dazzlingkai

You woke up that morning to find that Minseok wasn’t in the bed next to you, but you smiled, smelling the fresh scent of breakfast cooking and coffee brewing downstairs. You shuffled out of the bed, making your way downstairs and wrapping your arms around you boyfriend from behind him, muttering a tired ‘Morning Daddy’ with a small smirk on your face, it instantly dropped when you heard a presence behind you.

Your Dad: “Aren’t you going to look at me while you’re talking to me?”

Minseok: “Oh no, she was talking to me, sir.” *Turns back with a smug smirk.* “Coffee?”

Huang Zitao/ Tao

Originally posted by zitaoa

ou had been in the kitchen cooking with your Mother while Tao and your Father sat in the living room talking happily about China and how Tao is good at Martial Arts. So far, he had seemed to be making a good impression, but that was until you called out “Daddy…”

Tao and your Dad in unison: “Yeah?”


Kim Junmyeon/ Suho

Originally posted by kaisenhunnie

Your Father and Junmyeon had already gathered quite a good relationship already. It’s a good thing really, because when you called out “Daddy” and Junmyeon sassy comebacks came out to play, it was a good thing your Father was good at laughing things off.

{Your Dad}: “What is she calling you Daddy for? You’re like 10.”

Suho: “Ten inches, maybe.” *Sudaddy smirking at you. Three guesses what you’re getting later.*

Lu Han

Originally posted by harlysquad

Luhan, being the confident man he is, doesn’t really care when your Father overhears you calling him Daddy. He smirks smugly, pulling at his collar in a sexy way as you blush furiously as your Father glares at you both.

{Your Dad}: “Let’s just pretend I didn’t hear that.”

Luhan: “Oh no, you remember it. I think you need to know where I stand with my princess.

Kim Jongin/ Kai

Originally posted by dohkyungcutie

You smiled, opening up your arms to give your father a hug as you greet him after a long time with “Hey Daddy.”

Kai: *standing next to your dad, extends his arms to hug you when he realises you’re not hugging him.* “Oh you call him Daddy too, oh okay, yup.” *awkward af*

Wu Yifan/ Kris

Originally posted by fyifan

Kris glared as he heard you say ‘Daddy’ numerous times over the dinner table. He kept rolling his eyes, lightly tapping you and telling you “this isn’t the time or place for it.” He was confused as to why you wouldn’t stop until you finally snapped.

{y/n}: “I’m talking to my Dad, Kris. You know, my real Dad.”

Kris: “But I’m_ ohhh… yeah.” *Looks up at your Father who is looking suspiciously at you both.* “Yeah she calls me Daddy too, sorry, my mistake I was getting confused.*

{Your Dad}: “Spits out his tea”

{y/n}: *Face-palms*


Later, thousands would say they saw it happen. The king, standing on the battlefield, the red-haired girl fighting by his side. Then, in the blink of an eye—or a brief glance away, or the momentary obstruction of the crowd—there is only one: King Hiryuu, the crimson dragon of legend, uniting all of Kouka behind him as he leads his armies to victory.

Hak doesn’t see it, though he’s there in the thick of it. Or rather, protecting his red-haired king, looking to them for direction in the heat of battle, feels so natural that it’s only later, standing by Hiryuu’s side as the king accepts the surrender of the Kai Emperor, that Hak realizes there’s anything to question. Then he freezes.

“Hak,” says Hiryuu, turning back to face him, his melodious voice both familiar and oh, so wrong.


“I am Yona,” says Hiryuu. “And I am Su-won. Don’t worry,” he says with a smile. “This is how things were always meant to be.”

“The red dragon will return at dawn,” Yun recites. He glances at the sky. It’s high noon now, the bright sun beating down on the dusty road home. Hiryuu rides at the head of the army, his generals following close behind. His dragons should be near him, too—Zeno is right by his side— but the others stay back, a lonely group amongst the triumphant soldiers. “I didn’t know this would happen! Ik-su never said—” Hak doesn’t reply. He remembers what Su-won did to the princess. How can Hiryuu say this was always meant to be?

The dragons, too, are silent. Finally, Shin-ah speaks. “He’s…not Yona,” he says.

“But he’s Hiryuu,” says Kija. “To follow him is the greatest, the only desire of the dragons.” He looks like he’s trying to convince himself.

“This can’t be permanent,” says Yun. “Can it?”

Hiryuu smiles, and speaks to Hak as if they’ve always known each other, and Hak can’t look him in the eye. “Where is Yona?” he growls. “What did you do to her?”

“Hak,” Hiryuu says gently, “I told you. I am Yona. She and Su-won, we were always two halves of a whole.”

“Yona was never incomplete!” Many things had been incomplete. The kiss she left him with the last time they saw each other, the words he never gave her in response. But Yona was always everything she needed to be.

Hiryuu turns his gaze to the heavens. “Do you remember when the two of us looked up at the sky together?” he asks.

“No,” Hak says shortly, and storms away.

“I’m no happier about this than you are,” Ju-doh says.

“You knew it would happen.” The Sky general doesn’t deny it. “When you traded your second sword for a shield, you knew it would happen. Why didn’t you warn her?”

“Warn her?” He scoffs at the idea. “She was the one armed with prophecies and dragons. She was the one who turned up everywhere he went. Don’t try to tell me she didn’t understand their destiny.”

It’s pointless to argue, and Hak doesn’t care to try. “Then why didn’t you try to stop it?”

“He wouldn’t let me,” Ju-doh admits. “All he asked was that I help him make the best use of the time he had.”

These days, Ju-doh is no closer to the king than Hak. The dragons are the ones who stay by his side—all the dragons but Jae-ha. “I chose to follow a girl who doesn’t exist anymore,” is the last thing he says before he flies away, as soon as it becomes clear there’s no going back. Hiryuu lets him go with a sad smile on his face. Zeno clings to his king. Shin-ah seems to love him, but flinches whenever the king speaks his name. Kija has become stiff with duty.

The generals accept the return of King Hiryuu gladly, even the ones who were never believers before. Joon-gi pushes even harder for a match with his daughter, who is far more amenable to the idea than she once was. The day before their wedding, Hak leaves for Fuuga. He’s not coming back.

Two years later, Hak is visited by a yellow-haired young man who he almost doesn’t recognize as Zeno. He’s taller, and his hair is shorter, the angles of his face a little sharper. “Hiryuu came back for a reason,” he says. “Zeno thought mister might want to know.”

“…oh,” is all Hak can say to that.

“Zeno misses the miss, too,” Zeno admits. “But at least Zeno won’t be missing her for long.” For the tiniest instant, Hak hopes—and then he realizes that Zeno is referring to himself, and not to Yona.

“Zeno, are you—are you going to be alright?”

“Zeno’s going to go visit Ryokuryuu next!” the former yellow dragon replies, without answering Hak’s question.

The king is planning a visit to Fuuga. Hak doesn’t intend to be there, but at the last minute, he can’t bring himself to leave. He’s weak, and he wants, oh how he wants to see that red hair again, those deep violet eyes, Yona’s eyes, even if he’ll never see Yona again. Hak stays back as the royal party arrives in the late morning—they’ve even brought the little princess with them—and there, he’s had his glimpse of Hiryuu, and that’s enough. That’s enough for a lifetime.


He turns. Standing before him is Yona—older, a grown woman, but without a doubt, Yona. “Princess,” he says. “What—how—?”

“Look at the sky,” says Yona. Hak looks up. What he thought was just a cloud covering the sun is no cloud at all but a much darker shadow. The beginning of an eclipse. “Long, long ago, the red sun was eaten, and the world was dyed black,” Yona recites. “We have until the light returns.”

“How often do solar eclipses happen?” Hak asks her.

“Yun says it’s a once-in-a-lifetime experience.”

“Then just tell me one thing. Is this what you want?”

She buries her face in his chest, tears staining his robes. “It’s not,” she says, gripping the stone on his necklace tight. “Hak, I just want my family back, I want you—” She pulls away from him and takes several deep breaths. “But it’s what Kouka needs. I made this choice, Hak.”

Hak pulls her close and wonders what will happen if he doesn’t let go.

When the light returns, she’s still there with him. Hak wonders if he dare hope. They return together to the main house at Fuuga, where Tae-wu greets Yona with confusion—and Lili greets her with open arms. “Yona, isn’t this longer than you expected?” Lili asks.

“It is,” says Yona. “Lili…where is Su-won?” But the other woman doesn’t know.

Two days they wait. Hak would like to never see Su-won again, but Yona is fraught with worry. The little princess doesn’t know what to make of the strange woman who looks so much like her father.

At dawn on the third day, Ju-doh rides to Fuuga. “Su-won isn’t coming back,” he says. “Not to Kouka, not in his lifetime.” He bows to Yona. “Your Majesty,” he says, “Su-won accepted where his path would lead. He never wanted that for you.”

“And you?” Hak asks.

“I’ll join him in exile,” says Ju-doh. “I only came back to deliver this message.”

Yona bows in return. “Thank you, General,” she says. She reaches for Hak’s hand.

“Princess,” Hak begins as they watch the former Sky general ride off into the distance. No, she’s not a princess anymore. “Yona,” he says, “Yona,” he repeats her name, “Yona.” She is Yona and only Yona, and that’s all she ever needs to be.

She looks up at him. “Hak,” she says, smiling. “Let’s go home.”

Kpop Parents Connections #The4thMeeting #MarriageCounseling

Jaebum: Today will be a little different guys, I invited a special guest to moderate, and to instill us with sound wisdom, so that we can become better and stronger couples.

Heechul: I get paid up front for this right?

Jaebum: *turns red* yes…I already explained all of this in the bathroom this morning.

Seungcheol: *raises hand* Can I go home? I just remembered that i had actual important things to do.

Rap Monster: Woah!! I have a question! What were you both doing in the bathroom??

Jaebum: We were ju-

Heechul: I don’t know. Why don’t you ask Jungkook.


Kihyun: Too soon bro

Sunggyu: *to Woohyun* What’s a Jungkook?

Kris: Can I change seats?



TOP: Wait, what?

Seungcheol: *raises hand* Please I’m allergic to stupid.

Heechul: Okay let’s get some order! Jaebum called me because clearly things haven’t been working out smoothly. I see that you all have a lot of issues, and we’ll use this time to go over a few and try to become more harmonious.

Jeonghan: Tbh, I’d appreciate it more if someone that could actually sing, in key, talked about being in harmony.

Himchan:*sniffs air* Did someone leave the stove on? I think I smell a burrnnn!

Heechul: Don’t come for me Chongham. When your little cutesy group breaks up in 2 years and you’re flat broke, standing in the center of Seoul with nothing but a cardboard sign and a dry weave from the Ren Collection, you’re gonna wish you were still on my good side.

Jaebum: Heechul pls you’re not helping…

Leo: I’m gonna get some coffee *leaves out side door*

Yongguk: *mutters* I didn’t get better for this

Woohyun: Speaking as the newest guy here, I’m really happy that I finally got to come to one of these meetings. I hear they’re always a big hit.

JinJin: Yeah I’ve only been to one, It was pretty neat. No complaints except f–

GD:WAIT A MINUTE! I thought this was an Idol parents meeting not bring your toddler to trainee camp. Who’s the tyke?

JinJin: that part….

Jaebum: *sighs* You all know who they are by now. Leave Astro alone! They are an important part of our kpop world, and they contribute greatl-

Kihyun: *coughs loudly*

Jaebum: *glares*

Kihyun: Sorry, I’m allergic to bullsh-

Heechul: IT’S TIME TO BARE YOUR SOULS! Let’s share our feelings and emotions. Jin you have been pretty quiet this evening, how about you go first?

Jin: Well, I like to think that Namjoon and I are fine. We and the children actually just won the Artist of the Year Awa-


GD: I cancelled an after party with Victoria Secret models for this so..

Namjoon: Dude, why are you trying to overshadow us? You told me that you were proud.

Suho: *checks face in compact mirror* I say a lot of things. Keep up or fall behind.

Jeonghan: *to Jinyoung* Isn’t that what happened to Exo?

Yongguk: I really could be doing creative during this time.

Hakyeon: Can someone tell me why am I even still here? Has anyone seen Leo?

GD: Yeah, he said he was getting coffee and never came back.

Kris: Lies! *readjusts overpriced cap* That’s the same excuse I gave Suho when I left him high and dry.

Jinyoung: *smirks*

Suho: Wait…wha-

Kris: *puts fingers to Suho’s lips* That was the old me hon, I’ve changed.

Woohyun: Wellll, Sunggyu and I are fine. Our family is really chill. We really get along and lov-

GD: Time out on the fluff stuff, let’s dig into the real deal.

TOP: *snorts* If only your lyrics rhymed as well as that sentence.

GD: If only your songs wrote themselves.


Himchan: I don’t know, why is it so hard for your rappers to rap?

Seungcheol: I’m going to go help Leo get some coffee. *leaves out side door*

MJ: I think we should go, and that maybe we won’t be coming back.

Kihyun: Do you mean musically or just physically?

JinJin: Physically

Kihyun: oh

Heechul: Shownu, you haven’t said one word all night. There must be something you want to say.

Shownu: no

Kris: I swear they let anyone be an idol these days. Back in my day you needed talent, brains, and pure will to make it!

Jinyoung: I’m going to just let that go.

Jeonghan: If only you would let your acting career go too.

Heechul: I give up.


Hakyeon: Neither did the JJ project but things still worked out somehow.

Namjoon: Jin let’s get some coffee too *leaves*

Jinyoung: I don’t even know if I should be offended or


Hakyeon: Suho, shut up, it’s been a long day. I’m going home. Catch you all the next time. *leaves*

GD: Come on Top. I didn’t bring you here so that I would have to drive my own self back. 

TOP: You brought me because you’ve been drinking out of a beer bottle in your sleeve the whole night and if you go to jail YG may kick you out of th *bursts into giggles* Sorry I can’t keep a straight face when I’m trying to relate to the lessers. *both leave*

Namjoon: We’re dipping out too. Apparently once you become popular you’re suppose to forget who your true friends were. *leaves*

Jin: When we become washed up has beens I’ll  bring cookies to the next one! *leaves*


Kihyun: Hey grandpa! Maybe you should start your own meeting and invite all the elderly!

Woohyun: Don’t give him any ideas, please. *guides Sunggyu out*

Himchan: We’re leaving, frankly I don’t even know if we’ll be back. We’re going through a lot-

Jeonghan: *calls out* Get a new sob story! This one’s getting old!

Himchan *clears throat* and we would do better keeping to ourselves for a while. Come on Yongguk.

Yongguk: Bye thanks for remembering we exist.

Shownu: See you next time. *leaves*

Kihyun: Jinyoung totally fax me over those divorce tips you were telling me about earlier *leaves*

Jinyoung: Will do!

Jaebum: WHA-

Kris: Suho let’s go, Vinnie is having a party at his house and i want to drop you off before I roll up with models on both arms.

Jeonghan: Can I get a ride home with y'all?


Jeonghan: Never mind, I’ll walk. *leaves*


Suho: WAIT! I CAN CHANGE BABE!! *runs after*

Jinyoung: I think I may actually hate them.

Heechul: Lol I do.

Jaebum: You can leave now too.

Heechul: *coughs* Where’s my money? I ain’t working for fre-

Jinyoung & Jaebum: Get out!

Heechul: Whatever, If You Do was better than Hard Carry anyway….and that’s not saying much. *leaves*

Jaebum: Wow look at us actually getting along and standing unite-

Jinyoung: Shut up, I’m still trying to find a way to poison you.

Jaebum: Your love is the only poison I need.


Jinyoung: Shut up.



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Tags: NSFW / +18 / rock band AU / fluff, angst and smut in the main chapter / Reader’s POV (woman) /
Featuring: Kim Jongdae (Chen, EXO) and Wu Yi Fan (Kris). Special apparition by the ex members of EXO-M.
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Good Girl Ch 36: Daddy Lulu (M)

“Where’s daddy Xiumin?” I wonder after we are all settled in the van. Kris has me cocooned in his arms as he rocks me gently.

“He is in a very bad mood so we decided to let him rest for awhile. He would be even more mad that we came and got you without him,” Kris chuckles softly.

“What did Jiyong hyung mean about your nightmare?” Luhan asks from where he sits next to us.

“I don’t want to talk about it right now, can we do it in the morning?” I mumble before snuggling deeper into Kris’s embrace.

They sigh but nod.

The drive home is quiet after that but I can tell they are itching to find out what my dream was about. I just don’t know how to talk about it without letting them know that I over heard their entire conversation with Jiyong’s people. That will only lead to more trouble and fights I don’t want to even think about right now. They would probably ban me from going anywhere near Jiyong and after our little confession I doubt he would take that without a fight. I really don’t want to start a fight right now.

But that is exactly what I do the moment I say I want to sleep with Luhan instead of Kris. The giant is fuming when he has to hand me over to the smaller deer man. I don’t talk to any of the others, I can’t even get myself to look at most of them, especially Chanyeol. I know it was a dream the image in my head of him coming towards me with that pliers in his hand was way too vivid, I shutter at the thought. Luhan tightens his grip on me as he lies down in the bed. He pulls the covers over us and snuggles me so close that nothing could get in between us.

He’s humming some song, it calms the anxiety in my chest a little bit thankfully. His hand rubs my back slowly, trying to sooth me back to sleep but right now, that’s the last thing I want to do. I don’t want to wake back up in that hell hole, that dungeon. But I doubt Luhan would let me just stay up without expecting me to explain my nightmare to him and that’s just a no go too. I’m planning on pushing that off until I have no other options and just like that, I have another option.

“Daddy,” I mumble softly into his neck.

“Yes baby?” He hums.

I’m hesitant not wanting to sound so forward but how to ask, “Can you um…love me?”

He’s quiet for a minute, “Baby, I do love you.”

“I love you too but that’s not what I mean.” He doesn’t respond and I can sense his confusion. Shyly I begin kissing his neck, he stiffens at my touch but only for a second before I start leaving small hickies on his collar bone. Only the sound of his quiet pants and soft moan can be heard in the room as I kiss my way back up his neck to leave a line across his jaw. When I finally reach his lips I stop with our lips barely touching and look into his eyes. His black orbs burn into mine.

“Baby,” He purrs.

“I want you to love me daddy, please,” I let the neediness and desperation I’m feeling seep into my voice, hoping it works.

It does.

Suddenly I’m on bottom and Luhan has his hips pressed hard against mine in just as much neediness, “Baby, you have no idea how much I’ve wanted to hear you say that.” His lips ghost over mine, “I’ve missed you so much. That bastard is never getting you for that long ever again. You’re ours, no one else. Say it,” He growls.

“I’m yours, only yours,” I whimper.

“Damn right,” He smiles before smashing his lips against mine, he devours me for what feels like forever as his hips grind against mine, teasing me. I feel myself getting wet at his words, I love his possessiveness, I need all of this right. I need his reassurance and attention and his love. He is very willing to give me all of that, his slow pace makes sure he can kiss every part of my face until I’m pink in face.

When he pulls away I frown but only for a second before he’s in my grasp again, this time without a shirt. His skin is hot beneath my finger tips, I run my hands down his chest until my finger tips graze hem of his sweat pants making me frown. I look up at him with the same pout making him chuckle.

“What’s wrong baby?” He pecks my lips softly.

“Too much clothing,” I whine.

“I could the same about you,” He tugs on the over sized shirt that belongs to him. Without any hesitation I shed the shirt and throw it on the floor leaving me in my bra and underwear. I pull him closer wanting to feel his skin against mine. “Are you okay baby? You seem different, is something wrong?” He wonders as he brushes my hair out of my face.

I shake my head a bit to quickly, “I just missed you, I want you.”

That seems to be all he needs to forget about his questions and continue shedding his clothes and mine until we are both completely naked. The moment my bra is gone his hands are there to replace it, cupping them gently. His expert hands massage them before leaning down to kiss each nipple, earning a small moan from me. It feels so good to have his fingers trail over the little buds but I don’t want foreplay, I want him so much right now.

When he starts trailing kisses down my stomach I stop him, holding his face in my hands I lead him back up my body and kiss him passionately. He pulls away confused but I stop his questions by wrapping my legs around his waist, hoping that is a big enough hint.

“So needy tonight aren’t you?” He teases. He holds me close as he lines himself at my entrance. I take a deep breath and try to relax right before he thrusts himself fully into me. We both moan out, his face is in the crook of my neck masking his but mine is let out into the room, echoing off the walls. “You take me so good baby,” He says almost proudly, leaving kisses along my throat, “you’re always so tight and hot, oh my fucking god.”

“Daddy, move,” I groan with a little thrust of my hips. He growls and pushes me deeper into the bed so I can’t move at all. Those dark eyes of him pierce into my soul making me feel so small and helpless just like he wants.

“What was that baby?” His tone is warning me that my next words are important.

“Daddy, please move,” I beg.

“Since you asked so nicely, who am I to say no,” He kisses me as his hips move in a circle a few times before pulling out to just slam back in. My walls clench around him trying to hold him in with no luck. He continues his teasing pace of thrusting and grinding his skilled hip against mine. The knot in my belly begins to coil tighter with each thrust of those fucking hips but I know from experience I won’t be able to cum from his lazy thrust. He trying to make it last longer and I appreciate that. But as much as I don’t want to sleep I can’t stand his teasing hips either. I nearly scream when he hits me just right, hit my most sensitive place. A grin spreads across his face as he does it again and again until I’m a moaning mess beneath him. His end is coming as well, his thrusts become more and more erratic and his knuckles turn white from holding the sheets too tight.  

The world seems to stop as we both hold each other tighter as our climaxes rock thru us. I honestly feel like it’s just him and I in the world, his eyes are locked with mine as we rock our hips together, riding out the rest of our orgasm. But even after that when he tries to pull out I hold him closer and ask, more like beg, him to just stay.

“If that’s what you want,” He hums as he positions us more comfortably with me on top straddling his hips. “Now tell me baby, what is really wrong? You seem different.”

I snuggle deeper into his embrace, “Bad different?”

“No, you look so small, so needy, don’t get me wrong, I absolutely love it but what made you like that?”

“Nothing,” I lie, “I’m just tired of being big and brave. I just want to be little right now. Is that okay?”

I can tell he doesn’t by it but he loves my answer too much to question it, “Of course that’s okay. Your daddies will be here to be brave for you.”

“Thank you daddy.”


“I’m going to kill you!”

I shot up in bed, my heart is racing in my chest as I scramble to my feet to run. But the minute I’m able to stand on the bed I’m being pulled back down by someone, I’m in too much of a panic to figure it out. I’m pinned down on the bed with my hands on either side of my head trying and failing to get out of this person’s grip. My eyes are closed tight but tears still manage to pour down my cheeks.

“I’m not going back!” I finally scream when I finally find my voice. “I’ll be a good girl! Just don’t put me back in the dungeon, please!”

“What the hell is going on?” The same voice yells.

“Hyung,” Another voice snaps back with a softer tone, “Yelling isn’t helping!”

“Baby,” A third voice coos sweetly from above me. “It’s okay Baby, we’ve got you, you aren’t going anywhere.” I stop for a second and let the gentle voice sink in and then remember that I’m not in the dungeon. I’m at home in Luhan’s arms. With a deep breath I open my eyes to find not only Luhan hovering over me but Suho and Xiumin sitting on either side of the bed. When I stop moving Luhan lets go of my wrists and strokes my cheek gently. “Good morning baby girl.”

I sniffle and wipe away the stray tears left in my eyes, “I’m so sorry daddy, I was just so scared, I’m sorry!”

“Hush now baby, you have no reason to apologize, Xiumin hyung is the one who should be saying sorry,” His tone gets a little hostile at the end as he gives his hyung a glare. The older barely acknowledges him, his eyes are focused on me.

“What were you saying about the dungeon?” He asks softly but I know he hates when I mention it.

“I had a nightmare last night that I was in the dungeon and you were going to kill me,” I answer meekly, knowing that I wouldn’t be able to lie to them.

“So Hyung busting in yelling that he was going to kill Luhan hyung probably didn’t help,” Suho joins in glaring at the oldest.

“What the hell were you going to kill me for?” Luhan asks.

Xiumin huffs, “Why did no one tell me she was back and that she specifically asked for me before settling for you?”

“You were way too busy and crabby we were afraid to even go near your door let alone knock on it.”

“Is she awake?” A cute voice wonders as he joins us on the bed, Sehun smile drops at the sight of my probably pink eyes and small pout. “Who the fuck made her cry?”

“Shut up,” Xiumin pushes the youngest off the bed.

“What happened?”

“She had a nightmare,” Suho answers.

“Are you okay?”

“I’m fine,” I lie as I sit up, Luhan sits back still straddling me.

“Are you sure?” They all ask in unison.

I nod, “It’s just some silly little nightmare, it’s no big deal.”

“You were crying in your sleep, it seems like a big deal.”

“Well it’s not! Can we just not talk about it?” I snap.

They nod.

“Thank you.”

Okay so I literally just started writing this Jarchie thing (I put it under the cut) and want to know what everyone thinks/if I should continue it/put it up on AO3 etc etc. Especially since I wasn’t aiming to have a WIP for Jarchie but here I am, writing a thing. 

I’m basing it more off the new comic versions, but I’m also keeping in mind the TV show, so I won’t have Grundy and I’ll probably keep Jug in the beanie as opposed to the cap. Idk yet, I haven’t made any description of it yet. 
It’s got ace Jug, possibly aro, since yeah I am basing it more off the comics but im not sure yet and I just want to say that because hell it may end up having qpr jarchie but then it might not idk idk this is just the first chapter. 

Basically, I wanted to write one of those disgustingly cliche high school AUs, except obviously they’re canonically in high school. So AU instead where Jughead and Archie were never friends.
Jughead’s that emo loner & Archie’s that popular jock dating that popular girl (Ronnie) and every girl wants Archie. EXCEPT Archie’s kinda pining after Jug, but has never done or said anything because he doesn’t think Jug would care or want to even be his friend or anything (’then why’s he dating Ronnie?’ you may ask, it’s in the chapter’s my fellas). 

So it’s kinda like, you know the story line… that guy that’s perfect and every girl wants but he ends up falling for that one girl who’s average and underwhelming and people are like HOLY SHIITTT HOWWW because they’re destroying the social ladder or some shit. And writing those really cliche scenes, except all of a sudden, I’ve realised, they might not be that cliche because this is Jug we’re talking about like… how will this fold out? As cliche as I was planning to write? Or maybe not so much??? idk…

Currently about 3k words under the cut! (not edited since I JUST wrote it)

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{Reaction} EXO using their powers around you for the first time.

Disclaimer: I don’t own the gifs/images used. 

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Park Chanyeol

Originally posted by exo-daydreams

Chanyeol didn’t mean to show you his power, it slipped out, causing you both shock. You had been on a camping trip out on the coastline on a beautiful beach. But as the sun went down, the air began to turn cold, and Chanyeol panicked as he saw you visibly shaking.

Chanyeol: “Aish {y/n}. You’re cold as ice”

{y/n}: “I’m alright, really.”

Chanyeol: *sets the wooden logs aflame before your eyes*

His eyes suddenly widened in realization, looking at your that mirrored the expression he pulled. He chuckled sheepishly as he started to manipulate the flame he had made to turn into love heart shapes to turn the situation more romantic to ease your shock.

Chanyeol: “So… I’m guessing this is a good time to tell you I have the ability of fire?”

Do Kyungsoo/ D.O.

Originally posted by missdyoo

Unlike Chanyeol, the use of Kyungsoo’s power had been completely intentional. The two of you had been arguing about a guy you had been seeing. Kyungsoo was pissed off. The only reason you liked this guy was only because of the love he gave you in the bedroom.

Kyungsoo: “That’s a stupid reason to like him! If you dated me, I’d give you the best of both love and lust. You know, like a real relationship” He spoke suddenly in a burst of anger, only realising he had confessed his feelings after he said those words, and watches as your cheeks burned with redness.

{y/n}: “Y-you like me?”

Kyungsoo nodded. He had nothing to lose now he had confessed everything he had been hiding. He pushed you back onto the bed, using all his strength to keep you underneath him.

Kyungsoo: “So you like a man with dominance, huh? I can give you that sweetheart.”

Byun Baekhyun

Originally posted by littlebyuns

Baekhyun had used his power for the greater good {almost} to win over your heart. He had purposefully taken you out on a date in the evening, knowing your fear of darkness.

{y/n}: “Baekhyun, I don’t like the dark. We should just go back-”

Baekhyun: *Creates a ball of light in one hand while he uses his other arm to pull you close* “Don’t worry my beautiful Jagiya, I’ll protect you.”

Oh Sehun

Originally posted by kai-tastrophe

Sehun is one of the smarter members in this aspect. He wouldn’t use his power unless he knew it was completely safe to and that it would go unnoticed, he’d just pull a few simple tricks here and there. But the first time he used it around you made him the happiest.

The two of you had been walking on a mountainside and you had decided to climb up on a tall rock. Sehun manipulated a gust of wind, hitting you square in the back which was enough to make you trip and fall. But of course, Sehun was there to catch you.

Sehun: “don’t be reckless Jagi, honestly”

{y/n}: “but the wind! It-”

Sehun: *smirking* “yeah, yeah, excuses, excuses.” *places a kiss on your lips with you still in his arms*

Zhang Yixing/ Lay

Originally posted by secrethideoutme

You and Yixing has been walking home one evening after a date when you came across an injured hedgehog on the side of the road. You knelt down, looking at Yixing and asking him if you should ring a vet.

Yixing: “There’s nothing they can do… But I might be able to.” *kneels down next to you and uses his healing power*

{y/n}: “That’s incredible…”

Needless to say, the hedgehog became your first pet.

Kim Minseok/ Xiumin

Originally posted by secrethideoutme

You and Minseok were out on a cold wintery day where the air was ice cold and the ground was scattered with soft snow. The two of you held hands, trying to keep each other warm. But the cold wasn’t too much of an issue, the happiness of the moment made up for it.

{y/n}: “it would be really cool if we could go ice skating right now.”

Minseok: “why wait, let’s do it right now” *freezes over a nearby pond and pulls you towards it, smirking* “Don’t worry if you get cold right now, I’ll warm you up later.”

Kim Jongdae/ Chen

Originally posted by daenso

Jongdae had attempted to use his power of lightening discreetly while you were over at his apartment. He had caused a lightning and thunderstorm outside, only to find out you had a phobia of lightning.

{y/n}: “Aish… I feel so stupid. It’s just scared me ever since I was a child.”

Jongdae: *happier you feel this way because now he gets to cuddle and comfort you.* “Its okay Jagiya, I’ll look after you.”

Huang Zitao/ Tao

Originally posted by babypandaztao

Tao is clever about the use of his ability, not just around you, but in general. Time manipulation can be a very dangerous thing, which is why he is so careful about using it. Except one time, his blood boiling and his knuckles going white from clenching his fists too hard, time stopped around him. He looked over at a frozen in time {y/n} and a producer on set she was flirting with.

Tao walked over, his touch unfreezing her.

{y/n}: “what’s happening… Why is everyone stopped?”

Tao: *kisses you against the lips roughly before pulling away, leaving you breathless.* “You’re mine, Jagi.” He grabbed her hand as he unfroze time and dragged her to the closest private room to give her a lesson or two on why she should never let him get jealous*

Kim Junmyeon/ Suho

Originally posted by parkchny

Suho admitted his powers to you from the first day, but never actually showed his ability to you until you pestered him enough to force him into it.

{y/n}: “I’ll only believe it if I see it, Jagi.”

Suho: *opens up his later bottle and starts manipulating shapes, doesn’t stop for ages because he loves the fascinated look on your expression* “Maybe you’re right, I should have shown you this sooner.”


Originally posted by moncide

It was his turn to do the dishes, but as you walked through the front door an hour earlier than you usually would since you were let off work early you got to experience why Luhan was so good at doing all his chores on time.

Pots and pans were being cleaned almost by magic as objects moved on their own.

Suddenly, they dropped, and you turned to see a mouth gaping open on Luhan’s expression.

Luhan: “I uh- I can explain”

Kim Jongin/ Kai

Originally posted by kairamelo

Kai grinned as the two of you sat on the sofa in your apartment, you were talking about how you wished you could go to Norway to see the northern lights as it had been your dream since you were a child.

Kai: “Go and get ready then?”

{y/n}: “Get ready? why?”

Kai: “I’m going to take you.”

Wu Yifan/ Kris

Originally posted by qrishan

The first time Kris used his power in front of you was when he was painting the new living room. He levitated up the the ceiling and painted with the aid of his ability, not even phased when you walked in looking at him as if he had grown two more heads.

{y/n}: “Kris… What are you… Doing?”

Kris: “I can fly, {y/n} remember?

{y/n}: “I see… Well I’m just going to sort stuff out upstairs.”

Kris: “Okay Jagi, just be careful going up that flight of stairs” *thinks he’s funny*

A Random PSA on The Japanese Language

Subtitle: And How Most People Are Pronouncing Everything Wrong

This is something that I’ve noticed for a long time, and sometimes I do tend to brush it off. However, when it gets to the point that people (I’m specifically referring to English speaking individuals) are mispronouncing things so badly that I cringe, it’s time for a little lesson.

The biggest difference between Japanese and English is:

There are no silent letters in Japanese

Everything you see gets pronounced (I know where you’re trying to raise an objection here, but let me finish this thought first) and, unless specified, no vowels are stressed. When you grow up speaking and writing English you have to remember a myriad of rules which, for the most part, make absolutely no sense and you wonder if someone put them in there just to mess with people and then that word got made into standardized English and now you’re saying “bae” everywhere (side note: I really don’t like the word “bae”).

So, if I have a word like (髷/まげ) spelled “mage” in Romaji (what our alphabet is called in Japanese) it isn’t pronounced “mayj” like the spell caster, it’s “mahgay” or “ma-gé” (oddly enough, most English speakers understand French accents).

When it comes to “skipping” sounds, the sounds themselves aren’t actually skipped, but they’re said so quickly or so fluidly that you barely hear them. For example, one of my friends was writing out Japanese words for a presenter to say and she put (着付け/きつけ) “kitsuke” as “Kit-soo-kay”. My response was “No, it is not ‘Kit-soo-kay’, it’s ‘Kit-skay’.” She unknowingly tried to stress a vowel that did not have indication that it needed to be stressed. If you think that you can’t pronounce all three kana in “kitsuke” try saying it the way that I wrote it and I dare you to try really hard not to get any of the “tsu” in there. You’ll find it pretty much impossible.

Japanese prides itself on being a very fluid language and will even add accents to kana to make words flow better. For example, let’s look at the word 菊/きく (kiku). On it’s own or at the start of the word it’s fine, but if we put it at the end of other kana the sound becomes too hard and we need to add an accent and change the sound we’re associating with it. Japanese letters change to the following when an accent is added:

K -> G

S -> Z

T -> D

H -> B or P

So, when adding “菊/きく” (kiku) to “乱/らん” (ran) we get “乱菊/らんぎく” (rangiku) as “rankiku” is too rough and doesn’t flow (again, try the difference for yourself).

Yes, this is where I need to bring out the “exceptions to the rules”. In Japanese there’s a vowel pairing for each consonant (K,S,T,H,M,N,R,Y) and the entire hiragana kana set looks like this:

A/あ     I/い     U/う     E/え    O/お    

Ka/か   Ki/き   Ku/く  Ke/け  Ko/こ  
Ga/が   Gi/ぎ   Gu/ぐ  Ge/げ  Go/ご

Sa/さ   Shi/し Su/す  Se/せ   So/そ  
Za/ざ   Ji/じ     Zu/ず  Ze/ぜ   Zo/ぞ  

Ta/た    Chi/ち Tsu/つTe/て   To/と   
Da/だ   Ji/ぢ    Zu/づ   De/で Do/ど  

Na/な   Ni/に   Nu/ぬ   Ne/ね  No/の  

Ha/は   Hi/ひ   Fu/ふ   He/へ  Ho/ほ  
Ba/ば   Bi/び   Bu/ぶ  Be/べ   Bo/ぼ
Pa/ぱ   Pi/ぴ   Pu/ぷ   Pe/ぺ   Po/ぽ

Ma/ま   Mi/み  Mu/む   Me/め Mo/も  

Ra/ら   Ri/り   Ru/る   Re/れ  Ro/ろ   

Wa/わ      -           -           -      Wo/O/を      

Ya/や        -       Yu/ゆ       -     Yo/よ    


So, there’s a few things to notice in the “one of these things is not like the other ones” category of thinking. Mainly, Chi/ち, Ji/じ/ぢ, Tsu/つ, Zu/づ, and Fu/ふ. The obvious thoughts would be, “Why isn’t Chi “Ti”, Shi “Si”, and Tsu “Tu”?” and “How the hell did you get “Zu” out of “Tsu”?”

For fun reasons. In the late 19th century James Hepburn made the chart that you see above, to which we now call The Hepburn System. He wrote out the literal sounds to each kana and noticed the small changes that didn’t follow the predicted English outcome. Mainly, that “Ti” had a “Ch” sound and made it “Chi”, “Si” had a “Sh” sound and made it “Shi”, and “Tu” had an “S” sound and made it “Tsu”. When it got to “Hu” he noticed how the sound became an “F” without an accent and a “B” when one was added, so “Hu” became “Fu”. For “Zu” (づ) it’s sometimes written out as “Dzu” even today to give confused English speakers a bit more background as to what the base kana is when speaking, but for the most part it’s written as “Zu”. In the Hepburn System the basic reading rules are called Gojūon.

You may have noticed that “Ye” and “Yi” and most “W” sounds are missing. Technically, they did exist for the most part a long time ago, but modern Japanese has made them obsolete because you can make the same sounds with existing kana and there’s no need for repetition. “Ye” was “ゑ” which we now pronounce as “E” and “Yi” was “ゐ”, which we now pronounce as “I”. For the “W” sounds Ye/We and Yi/WI were the same sound and letter and “Wu” never really existed. “Wo/O” is a bit odd since we do spell it as “O” today but it used to be “Wo” and “O” before standardization (it’s normal to be confused by this point). “を” isn’t replaced by “お” today because “を” is a particle that’s still in active use. As for “ん” it used to be interchangeable between “M” or “N”, but standardization has mostly dropped “M”. Some old habits die hard so you’ll often see this quirk pop up in words like “Kampai” or “Sempai”, even though that pronunciation is considered dated.

Also, there’s the odd part where “H” can turn into both “B” and “P”. By using a slightly different looking accent () instead of (), we add in an entirely new consonant.

After all of this you’re probably like, “But there’s all kinds of “J” sounds in Japanese!” and you’re correct. To make these sounds we need to combine two kana that we now call Yōon instead of Gojūon, with the added kana being slightly smaller beside the first kana. This size differences tells the viewer that these two sounds should be combined. With the exception of the “Wa” and the “Y” kana everything can be combined. So, why can’t “Y” be combined with other kata? Well, it is, but it can never be the main kata as “Y” kata are always the modifiers. To make the sound “Ja” we write it as “じゃ” which is the combination of “Ji” and “Ya”. The middle vowel gets dropped in pronunciation and the modifying kata gets the majority of the sound. Technically it should be written as “Jya” but since the “Y” isn’t even pronounced it gets dropped with the standardized Hepburn system. When you add the modifiers your Yōon set now looks like this:

Ya/や            Yu/ゆ          Yo/よ   

Kya/きゃ      Kyu/きゅ   Kyo/きょ
Gya/ぎゃ      Gyu/ぎゅ   Gyo/ぎょ

Sha/しゃ     Shu/しゅ    Sho/しょ
Ja/じゃ       Ju/じゅ       Jo/じょ

Cha/ちゃ     Chu/ちゅ   Cho/ちょ

Hya/ひゃ      Hyu/ひゅ    Hyo/ひょ
Bya/びゃ      Byu/びゅ    Byo/びょ
Pya/ぴゃ      Pyu/ぴゅ    Pyo/ぴょ

Mya/みゃ     Myu/みゅ    Myo/みょ

Nya/にゃ      Nyu/にゅ    Nyo/にょ

Rya/りゃ      Ryu/りゅ    Ryo/りょ

It should be pretty easy to notice that only Ki/き, Gi/ぎ, Shi/し, Ji/じ, Chi/ち, Hi/ひ, Bi/び, Pi/ぴ, Mi/み, Ni/に, and Ri/り are used, or, only kana with “I” in them. This is because the rule of double sounds is only applied properly to the “I” sound. Like, if I tried to make “Kya” with anything but “Ki” and “Ya” I’d get “Kaya” or “Keya” or “Koya” or “Kuya”, which is not fluid as each kana contains hard sounds and the desired sound can be made without a modifier. Since I/Y have the same sound in English the “I” is simply dropped due to the double vowel rule. Since “Wa” is the only “W” kana and contains no “I” it cannot be modified. At this point you may be wondering why there’s no “T” sounds represented or why “ぢ” isn’t like “じ” on the Jōon list. For starters, “Chi” is the “I” kana in the “T” line, so there’s no “T”s in the first part. “Ja/Ju/Jo” aren’t spelled with “ち” because “し” already gives us the sounds we need so there’s no need to repeat.

Again, you interject, “But, I see words spelled with a “つ” in the middle and it’s not pronounced! What’s up with that?” Well, Japanese uses that to indicate a slight pause. Like with the Jōon combinations the “つ” is made smaller and when writing the word out in English you’d double the letter that follows directly behind it. Let’s use the word “Hakkake” (はっかけ) as an example. Your formula for this would be Ha+(pause+double next letter)Ka+Ke. Since “K” is the letter directly beside the pause it is doubled in an attempt to show when and how a pause should be used. Saying it like “Hakake” is fluid, but doesn’t show that there needs to be something extra. Saying it as “Hakkake” makes you pause in an attempt to pronounce two “K”s. That attempt at pronouncing two “Ks” is enough to equal the pause in Japanese. The one very small exception to this rule is when there’s a pause right before “Chi”. In this case you wouldn’t double the “C”, but rather write in a “T” (as “Chi” is in the “T” kana line).

Then there’s the repeating kana rule. When there’s two identical kana beside each other the second will get the accent in an attempt to continue the flow of the world. This is also where people like to call “づ” as “dzu” since it’s common to get combinations like “”tsuzumi” (つづみ) and it’s totally okay to write it as “tsudzumi” to allow for people to understand a double kana, but keeping it simple usually means writing it as “Tsuzumi”. When kata doubles you get the following:

K + K = K + G
S + S = S + Z
T + T = T+ D
H + H = H + B or H + P
F + F = F + B or F + P

But now you cry, “I see other kana used all of the time, especially with foreign words!” and, once again, you’re correct. Japanese uses three different sets of writing to make up their entire “alphabet” known as Kana (仮名), the word I’ve been using throughout this lesson. The first is Kanji (漢字), which are logographic symbols that were “borrowed” (re: totally copied) from the Chinese in the 7th century. The second is Hiragana (ひらがな), which is considered to be the “true” script of the Japanese language as it was developed within Japan and has been in use for over 1,000 years. The third is Katakana (カタカナ), a more angular and rigid form of hiragana that’s used for “borrowed” words; that is, words that are not native to Japan or the Japanese language before Japan opened the country up for trading again in the 19th century. Katakana not only takes the sounds that hiragana has, but also adds sounds that Hiragana couldn’t/were not native Japanese sounds, such as “Ti” or “Je” (yes, they really do exist). So, here’s the Gojūon for katakana:

A/ア     I/イ     U/ウ     E/エ    O/オ    

Ka/カ   Ki/キ   Ku/ク  Ke/ケ  Ko/コ  
Ga/ガ   Gi/ギ   Gu/グ  Ge/ゲ Go/ゴ

Sa/サ   Shi/シ Su/ス  Se/セ   So/ソ  
Za/ザ   Ji/ジ     Zu/ズ  Ze/ゼ   Zo/ゾ  

Ta/タ    Chi/チ Tsu/ツ Te/テ  To/ト   
Da/ダ   Ji/ヂ    Zu/ヅ   De/デ  Do/ド  

Na/ナ   Ni/ニ   Nu/ヌ   Ne/ネ  No/ノ  

Ha/ハ   Hi/ヒ   Fu/フ   He/ヘ  Ho/ホ  
Ba/バ   Bi/ビ   Bu/ブ   Be/ベ  Bo/ボ
Pa/パ   Pi/ピ   Pu/プ   Pe/ペ   Po/ポ   

Ma/マ   Mi/ミ  Mu/ム   Me/メ Mo/モ  

Ra/ラ   Ri/リ   Ru/ル   Re/レ Ro/ロ   

Wa/ワ      -           -           -    Wo/O/ヲ      

Ya/ヤ        -       Yu/ユ       -    Yo/ヨ    


You may notice that he/be don’t change at all from hiragana to katakana and most tend to look like their hiragana counterparts. The Wo/O (ヲ) is barely ever used at all. Here’s what Jōon looks like:

Ya/ヤ            Yu/ユ          Yo/ヨ   

Kya/キャ      Kyu/キュ   Kyo/キョ
Gya/ギャ      Gyu/ギュ   Gyo/ギョ

Sha/シャ     Shu/シュ    Sho/ショ
Ja/ジャ       Ju/ジュ       Jo/ジョ

Cha/チャ     Chu/チュ   Cho/チョ

Hya/ヒャ      Hyu/ヒュ    Hyo/ヒョ
Bya/ビャ      Byu/ビュ    Byo/ビョ
Pya/ピャ      Pyu/ピュ    Pyo/ピョ

Mya/ミャ     Myu/ミュ    Myo/ミョ

Nya/ニャ      Nyu/ニュ    Nyo/ニョ

Rya/リャ      Ryu/リュ    Ryo/リョ

For the extended sounds that I mentioned, like “Ti” and “Je” this is where katakana comes in. However, there’s different systems that try to decide which kana should be used for foreign words, and, they’re all valid, but I’ll only show the ones that are accepted by pretty much every system. They are:

Ti/ティ     Di/ディ     Dyu/デュ  
Che/チェ She/シェ  Je/ジェ
Fa/ファ    Fi/フィ    Fe/フェ   Fo/フォ

Now we can make cool words like “New York” (ニューヨーク) or “Fancy” (ファンシー). The “ー” in katakana means an elongated vowel for the Japanese speaker/reader.

So, now that we got all of that language stuff out of the way, time to forget all of it if you’re the Japanese government. Yes, you read that right. The Japanese government doesn’t recognize the Hepburn System as the “official” way to Romanize/Latinize the Japanese language. Just give that a second to sink in. The first, most used, and most sound “accurate” system is not the one that the Japanese government wants people to use. There’s actually two competing systems that Japan teaches: The Nihon-Shiki and Kunrei-Shiki systems. There’s not much of a difference between them, but they basically answer the question of “Why is it “Tsu” and not “Tu”?”. Well, in those systems it is Tu. Now, you may look at this and be like, “So, what’s the problem?” Well, under the Hepburn System no sound is silent and it reads exactly as it’s written. Under the Nihon or Kunrei Systems it tries to make it look like the predicted result (like “Tsu” being “Tu”), but the sound that’s made is completely different and you would need the background knowledge of how a kana should actually be pronounced (this brings to mind a Monty Python sketch, bonus points if you get the reference to the actual skit).

How do you know which to use then? Well, the Hepburn System is used to teach Japanese to English speakers/readers and the Nihon or Kunrei Systems are for native Japanese speakers to Latinize their writing systems. However, you may notice that almost everything is written using the Hepburn System, even in Japan. This is because it was heavily promoted by the United States government after World War II and it’s kinda stuck. Since I am a native English speaker who speaks to other (mostly) native speakers I use the Hepburn System as that’s what was taught to me in university as well.

Now, you’d think I’d end it here, but, if you thought I had covered everything then you weren’t paying enough attention. “Būt what abōūt thōse stress marks ōver vōwels that yōū keep ūsing!?” some of you who lasted this long may ask. That’s an excellent question! To keep things “neat” all systems of Romanization/Latinization will often leave out vowels or place markers on vowels that should be stressed if the hiragana or katakana is not given. Like, “Okasan” is actually spelled as “お母さん/おかあさん” (okaasan) in Japanese, but Hepburn usually drops the second “A” as it would lead English speakers to mispronounce the vowel and the word correctly. Another great example is “Kyoto” which is actually “京都/きょうと” (kyouto) and has a “U” in there that most English speakers aren’t even aware of. “Kyoto” is the very much Anglicized way of pronouncing the former imperial capital, but in Japanese you would actually hear the extended vowels and you do end up hearing or saying “Kyou-to” over there. To remedy the situation the “U” is represented with a stress mark over the “O” indicating that this is a long vowel and that the word “Kyōto” has a vowel that needs to be elongated upon speech.

So, tl;dr: Romanized/Latinized Japanese letters sound exactly like they look and should be pronounced that way. There are no hidden sounds in the Japanese language. A stress mark over a vowel means that two vowels should actually be written there (the second of which is usually a “U”), but one is taken out because it makes the word too long or it becomes unfamiliar to English speakers who have seen it written as “Kyoto” all their lives when it should be “Kyouto” or “Kyōto” as a compromise.

Slight Edit: To people wondering about the “Kitsuke” pronunciation above and how I mentioned that “there are no silent letters in Japanese”, yes, the “U” is pronounced even in “Kit-skay” (try it). Japanese tends to like to downplay “U”s to the point where they’re the most fluid letter/sound of all. Again, I’m reminded of a discussion I had in high school with a friend over how to pronounce “Sasuke” (さすけ) from Naruto. She insisted it was “Sa-Soo-Ke”, which is elongating a vowel that has no mention or reason to be stressed. It should be “Sas-ke” as your mouth with make the “U” sound whether you like it or not (again, try it). The more you practice speaking Japanese the easier it will come to you and the better you’ll be able to understand how a vowel should or should not be elongated.

Business Meeting [Kris Gang!AU Angst-ish]

Originally posted by yourtypicalasianfangirl

“So you’re refusing our deal?” Kris demanded, dumbfounded at the lack of respect the man across from him was showing. Under the table, his hand gripped yours tighter out of stress, and all you could do was run your thumb across his knuckles reassuringly. 

This deal between Kris’ gang and whoever’s gang that ran the south half of the country had been in the works for months, potentially years, and it was quite literally in the final moments before signing that the other gang was backing out. It was the last link Kris really needed before he could assume full control of South Korea and begin to monopolize the underground.

And here, this scum that was so low you couldn’t even be bothered to remember his name, was running away with his tail between his legs. You could see the fear in his eyes whenever he made eye contact with Kris, or his guards Chanyeol and Xiumin that hovered behind the two of you, even though he had six men standing behind him.

“Sorry to say it, Mr. Wu, but we are. Simply can’t have a merger like that. Wouldn’t be good for business, you understand?” Despite the breeziness of his tone, the older man’s eyes had something malicious swirling inside them that made it quite clear he had another motive. 

Kris’ jaw tensed, and you could tell he was fighting to restrain his temper. “This agreement has been planned for months and you’re just now going back on your word?” he gritted out. “You know I don’t take too kindly to those who don’t maintain their honor.”

Behind you, you heard Chanyeol and Xiumin shift slightly, likely revealing weapons that were supposed to have been left outside of the meeting room, a favorite scare tactic of Kris’. 

And for the first time you could remember, it didn’t work. The man across from you and Kris raised a brow, as if he were asking if that was all. 

Beside you, Kris tensed, but maintained contact with you as his free hand slipped to the waistband of his pants and slid out a handgun, which he cocked and raised at the man opposite him, who finally lifted his hands, as if in surrender. But as you had no weapon to withdraw, you were left to watch as the six men the asshole gang leader in front of you brought in pull out two guns each. 

Meaning about six of the twelve total guns were aimed at you as the weakest point of this conference. The rest of the weapons found aim on your husband and his guards. 

And that’s why you didn’t like to attend “business meetings” with Kris. 

Immediately, Chanyeol was pulling you out of your seat and away from harm, while Kris stood in front of you, raising his gun in both of his hands and beginning to let his temper reign supreme, Xiumin taking up a similar stance beside him.  

But even with two highly trained and highly infuriated men taking the first shots, you knew this would be a battle lost. The six men on the opposing side of the room spread out with a practiced ease, returning fire at double the rate. Xiumin and Kris moved back to back, managing to dodge most of the projectiles that were now whizzing about the room, embedding in the walls and cheap art. 

Chanyeol shielded your body with his own and began to propel you away from the conflict, where more of Kris’ men were waiting and could get you away from the bloodshed. Already, you could hear his backups storming closer to the location, no doubt alerted by the sounds of gunfire.

In front of you, the massive double doors parted, revealing the stoic faces of Kris’ most trusted men, who immediately took positions and began firing, and not a moment too soon, as behind you, a cry that sounded eerily like Kris rose above the chaos and reached your ears. 

Instinctively, you wrenched yourself away from Chanyeol’s firm grip and turned back towards the worst of the fighting, determined to make sure your husband was alright. 

Chanyeol shouted for you, but your eyes and movements were locked on Kris, who appeared to be out of bullets and was now engaged in physical combat. Upon hearing Chanyeol’s shout, however, his gaze was torn from his opponent to you. His attention returned to his rival only briefly, and that was just to knock him out before he was dashing through the turmoil of the gang war to you.

A relieved smile spread over your face for a half second, in which you caught a glimpse of the leader of the gang aim a gun at you as he was being pulled to a back exit by a guard. 

And in the next half second, there was a blinding burst of pain on your left side below your rib cage that rippled through your entire body. Shocked by this sensation, you looked down, seeing blood begin to gush out of your lower abdomen, right where the burning pain was, coating your clothes in the sticky substance. As if in slow motion, you realized you needed to put pressure on your wound, so your hands rose to press against the ragged flesh, sending enough pain through you that your vision dropped away for a moment.

But the respite of pain your loss of consciousness provided was ephemeral; it probably hadn’t even been two whole seconds when the world came flooding back to you in too-sharp detail, along with an even worse wave of pain. Yet you couldn’t move, your head was foggy and your limbs were leaden, leaving you trapped inside yourself while you drowned in agony.

Then Kris’ face appeared in your vision that was swimming in and out of focus. His eyes were widened in fear and shock while his mouth was urgently shaping words that sounded like they came from across a football field. 

Suddenly, all of your senses returned to you. “Kris,” you gasped, eyes bugging in pain as he shrugged off his coat and pressed it against your injury. Your hand clamped onto his, digging into his skin as you tried to make sense of what was happening. 

But then his lips were moving again and the sights and sounds were fading all around you, and your mind still wasn’t keeping up with you, aside from your personal hell. Dimly, you felt your hand release Kris’ and your breathing slow. 

Even in your weakening state, out of the corner of your eye you saw Suho, another of Kris’ men, dragging the rival gang leader by his arm, holding a gun to his head. Kris looked up from you, still applying pressure to your gash with one hand while the other lifted his gun and squeezed the trigger more times than your hazy mind could keep track of. Suho released the man, watching apathetically as he fell to the ground bleeding. 

You let out a ragged wheeze as you saw him drop, not sure if the sound you made was out of shock or pain or what, but both Kris and Suho refocused their gazes on you. Kris must have delivered a set of instructions to Suho, as he sprinted from your sight in a blur, returning what felt in less than a second with Lay, who had a box with a bright red cross on it.

A warm hand tilted your jaw away from where Lay was opening his kit and removing what looked like torture supplies, bringing your attention back to Kris. His lips shaped your name, but your lids were drooping far too fast for you to see what the rest of his words were. 

Annoyingly, you were shaken out of your rest, driving you back to the fire in your abdomen and bringing the world back to you. “Y/N, you need to stay awake,” Kris instructed, concern making his voice break and his eyes widen as they bore into yours. 

You were just so tired and hurt, why couldn’t he understand that? Your lips tried to make a response, to tell him just that, but the words died in your throat, as a sharp tugging on your wound and a fresh reminder of what pain really was threw unconsciousness over you like a blanket.

The last things you remembered were Kris’ eyes locking with yours as his lips formed your name and an ‘I love you’. 

And yet you could still make a mental note never to go with Kris on business meetings again.

I can’t write endings but I sure can use questionable searches to find out what a gunshot feels like  (งツ)ว

-Admin A

Good Girl CH 2: Drunken Child

I blink at him, trying my best to appear as drunk as I was before all of this happened, knowing my drunk self will handle this better. I become more careless, almost sociopathic, in my child like drunk state, only caring for very few things like Jihyo. I give him my best-drunken grin, not unnerved by the murder I just witnessed, more focused on making sure he doesn’t notice Jihyo.

“Hi,” I hiccup.

“That isn’t the reaction I was expecting.” He chuckles to himself as he stands and takes the few steps needed to reach me. He crouches down to my level, our faces only inches a part. “What are you doing out here little one?” He asks me in a surprisingly sweet voice, his hand stroking my cheek. I’m surprised when I don’t flinch away from his touch; instead my drunken self fully takes over.

In child like drunkenness I slur, “There was a scary loud noise and people scattered and I ran out here.”

“You mean this loud noise,” He pulls a gun out from behind him and fires it blindly in the air, prompting me to cover my ears that are already ringing.

“Hyung, what the hell?” A deep voice snaps. Kitty, a name that seems to fit the man with a mischievous smile perfectly, just glares at the voice but tucks the gun back in his pants.

“You better watch out little one, this is a dangerous place for a little kitten like you.” I giggle at his words as he uses my nickname for him. His brow rises at the sound of my laugh; his smile slowly shifts to something more warm and genuine, “What is so funny?”

“You’re kitty!” I say drunkly. From the way my instincts seem to shut down around him, regardless of the fact that I just watched him kill someone, I feel as if I can relax around him. I’m really hoping it’s not from the tequila.

“Me?” The man scoffs. I nod making him laugh, “Fine, but what am I supposed to call you?”

“Who the hell are you talking to?” The same deep voice asks, much closer this time. Another man appears, the tallest one, and looks from Kitty to me surprised.

“Give me a few more minutes Kris,” Kitty glares at the sharp featured man.

“Omo, you have friends! I’m so sorry!” I slur, bowing my head, “Please go a head, I’m sorry for taking your time!”

“What the hell is wrong with her?” The new man chuckles.

I glare at him, “Ya! Nothing is wrong with me, I’m just kind of drunk!”

Both men laugh, the new comer asks, “What was your poison tonight sweetheart?”

Grinning big I yell, “Tequila!”

“And how many shots did you have?”

I pause for minute, deep in drunken thought, trying my best to at least think of a guess, using all of my fingers, “This many!”

“You won’t remember a thing tomorrow hopefully, it would be a shame to kill a pretty thing like yourself.”

Kitty grins at me, “But just to be sure, we should bring her home with us.”

“Hyung, are you sure that’s a good idea?” The dragon, yea, that seems about right, asks.

For some reason it sounds like a good idea to me, which makes me suddenly yell, “I wanna go home with Kitty!” Kitty smirks at the younger man triumphantly.

“You have no idea what you are getting yourself into Sweetheart,” Dragon says with a sigh but also a small smile.

“I think it’s called a van,” I tease as Kitty offers me a hand. Both men can’t help but laugh at my drunken innocence. Kitty wraps his arm around my waist, holding me tightly, whether it’s to make sure I don’t fall or to make sure I don’t run away, I’m not sure but his warmth is very much accepted.

“What were you guys doing?” Another boy asks, this one obviously younger with his round owl like eyes. Him and the other boys, I’m far to gone to count, stare at me wide eyed as Kitty helps me into the van and pulls me into his lap while Dragon helps him secure the seat belt around us both using a strange amount of care that I wouldn’t expect from them.

“Omo!” I say gleefully as I stare at the cute boy. He is taken back as I try to reach for him, something that surprised me as well, but Kitty holds my hands securely in my lap making me pout.

“Calm down little one, you can’t go being friendly with everyone, it hurts your oppa’s feelings,” Kitty coos in my ear, a small action that makes every person in the van turn and stare at us.

“But Kitty oppa! I just want to pinch his cheeks,” I whine as I struggle in his grasp trying and failing against his strength.

“Why his? Are mine not cute enough for you?” The older man puffs out his already large cheeks as he releases my hands, giving me permission to do what I wish. Giggling like a school girl I place both of my hands on his cheeks that are still pink from the cold.

“What the hell is going on?” The person in the driver’s seat asks staring back at us. I take my hands away from Kitty’s face to stare at the classically handsome man then the other man in the passenger seat who faintly reminds me of a deer.

“We picked up a friend,” Kitty says simply, not taking his eyes off me.

“She saw but she is pretty drunk so we’re going to see if she remembers tomorrow,” Dragon explains the rest.

“But what’s with all of that?” The deer like man asks as he gestures to mine and Kitty’s careless touchiness. Even his voice sounds pretty. I can’t take my eyes off the beautiful man.

“So pretty,” I mumble. I’m surprised when he blushes and looks away.

“She isn’t afraid of you,” One from the back stated a little confused as he leans forward to study me, a dimple on one of his cheeks appears as he smirks at me. “Are you sure she saw?”

Kitty nods, “I looked over and she was right there just staring at me. But than she smiled at me as if nothing happened.”

“Are you sure this is a good idea?” The deer boy asks.

I feel both Kitty and Dragon stare at me with expectant smirks as I pout, “I already said I want to go with Kitty!”

If these boys weren’t surprised already they sure ass hell are now. Dragon and Kitty die laughing at my non threatening demand, but through his laugh Kitty is able to say, “You heard the lady, lets get going, someone else is probably as impatient as her.”

They nod, understanding whatever he is hinting at that goes right over my head. Kitty rests his hands on my thighs, palm side up, and holds my hands loosely. He keeps me entertained by playing that game where he tries to catch my hands in his. Dragon watches us, just as amused as me by the simple game, he even asks if he can play as long drive drags on. One of the others in the row of seats behind us asks if he can have a turn. He has tan skin and bags under his eyes as if he hasn’t slept in years, giving him a scary appearance but when no red flags pop up in my head I smile and agree, thinking he reminds me of a panda.

When we arrive at our destination I’m surprised to see a massive mansion out the window. Kitty helps me out of the car and up the marble steps to the front door. Inside, he doesn’t hesitate to scoop me up and carry me up the grand staircase in the entryway. I don’t pay much attention to where we are going, only really paying attention when I’m placed on a king sized bed and Kitty stares down at me with his head cocked to the side.

“If I leave you alone will you be good and change?” Kitty asks.

I nod.

He nibbles on his lip for a minute before wandering to a walk in closet and coming back with a pair of shorts and an over sized T-shirt. He hands them to before giving me a warning look, “Behave little one, you have two minutes to change.” Again I nod; he leaves the room without another word. I peel off my top easier than I expected and soon my skirt followed, I fold them nicely and put them on the nightstand. I dig my phone out from my bra quickly type a message to Hoseok telling him where I left Jihyo, hoping she is okay but figuring her situation is better than mine at the moment. Not knowing what to do with my phone I turn it off and hide it in a secret pocket of my skirt. After pulling on Kitty’s clothes I sit back down on the bed, not sure how much time I have left.

“Are you dressed Sweetheart?” Dragon’s voice calls from the other side of the door.

“Yes Dragon oppa,” I say as I kick my feet that are hanging in the air. There’s a chuckle as the door opens reveling a dragon, a panda, and a kitty, all still dressed in their suits. Dragon smirks at me with his brow raised.

“Dragon?” He asks.

I nod, “And he is Panda oppa.”

“What makes you so sure I’m an oppa?” Panda asks as he comes to the edge of the bed.

“I’m 17, I’m still a junior in high school.”

“Wow, I guess I am an oppa. When is your birthday?”

“January 19th.”

“So we still have a while till you turn 18, what a shame,” Kitty smiles down at me.

“She has Sehun beat.” Panda chuckles.

“Aw Sweetheart, you’re still just a baby,” Dragon coos at me as he strokes my head.

Our conversation is cut short when one of the boys from the car, an elf like one, with a deep voice that contrasted with his cute features, comes in. He looks at all of us and gives me a small smile before looking to the boys he came to see.

In a serious tone he says, “Suho hyung needs your help down stairs.”

All three men frown, but Dragon speaks first, “All of us?”

Elf shakes his head, “Just Xiumin hyung, since this really is his field of expertise.”

“Can’t Kris do it? I’m busy,” Kitty, well actually Xiumin I guess, snaps back. I do my best to block out their names, knowing that remembering them won’t help me at all.

“Don’t worry Hyung, we will take good care of her,” Dragon grins.

Kitty glares up at the younger man, “You do anything bad to her I will bring you down to the dungeon.” The coldness in his voice sends a shiver down not just mine, but all of our spines. Dragon gulps and nods, fully understanding the older man’s threat. Kitty turns to me, the coldness gone from his eyes, “I’ll be back in a little bit, little one, be good. These two are going to stay with you till I come back, okay?”

I nod.

“You tell me if they do anything bad, I’ll make sure they get punished if they do,” He glances at the two men as he says the last few words.

Again I nod.

He smirks at me as he leans forward, his mouth close enough to my ear I feel his hot breathe, “If anyone here is going to do anything to you, it’s me.”

A blush spreads across my face making him grin big. He places a kiss on my forehead before stepping back to give one last glare to his youngers before following Elf out of the room. I look up at the two men who are now just staring back at me, both having a mental debate.

“Could I get a glass of water?” I ask shyly.

Dragon nods as he disappears into the attached bathroom. Panda seems to figure out whatever he was thinking about and comes to sit down next to me on the bed.

“What is your name?” He asks me.


“Who is Jooyoung?” Dragon asks as he comes back in the room with a tall glass of water in his hand. He gives it to me and watches as I drink ¼ of it right away.

“I’m Jooyoung.”

“What a pretty name, for a pretty girl,” An unfamiliar voice purrs from the doorway. The three of us look to see an attractive tan man with large lips smirking at me. Behind him is a paler man that is about the same height with a major bitch face going on.

“I’d scram if I were you, if Xiumin hyung finds you up here you’re going to be joining our guest in the dungeon,” Panda warns, scooting a little closer to me while Dragon sits on my other side. The tan man just laughs as he comes into the room, bitch face isn’t far behind, keeping his eyes on me. I stare at them, their faces seeming very familiar the more I stare at them.

“He’s busy at the moment, and it’s only fair we get to see who happens to have the privilege of being welcomed to our home. Not many girls have had the honor, even less have lived to tell the tale.” The man teases as he comes closer, only a yard away now. Through my fog I feel the alarms in my head go off at the man’s closeness. I latch on to Dragon’s arm as I try to hide behind him, wanting the tan man to go away. They are all surprised by my actions, but Dragon, Panda, and bitch face kind of smirk.

“Wow,” Bitch face whistles, “She watched Hyung kill someone, got in a car with strange men but Kai hyung’s creepy flirting is what scares her.”

“Is there a party going on in here?” More people appear in the doorway.

“I thought you were helping Suho and Xiumin?” Dragon asks as Elf comes in with three boys trailing behind hm.

Elf grimaces, “I was going to but Xiumin hyung got scary down there, he seems very determined to get back up here and fast as possible.” His eyes flash to me and he cocks his head cutely. “I believe that is because of that little cutie right there.”

I can’t help but stare at the tall elf, mesmerized by his cute features. To his left is a puppy like man and on the right is a dinosaur. Peeking out behind their wall is the owl boy from before. Forgetting about the tan man for a minute I hop off the bed and rush past the five men separating us. Once I reached him the surprised man I place both hands on his cheeks and coo.

“Omo! So cute!”

Laughter echoes through the room as all the men are on the floor dying of laughter, all except for the owl man who is just staring at me with those wide eyes. When he doesn’t push me away or anything I wrap my arms around and hug him tight, surprised to find his body muscular and not squishy like I was hoping.

I whine when I’m being pulled away by someone, looking over my shoulder I find Dragon with his arm wrapped securely around my waist.

“Why does she like him so much?” Panda pouts, “Why don’t you react like that when you see me?” He continues to whine when Dragon places me back on the bed in between them, keeping a firm hold on my waist so I can’t run again.

“At least she didn’t try to hide when she saw you,” Tan snaps back, actually kind of annoyed after see my happy reaction to Owl.

“You set off the alarms.” I explain.

“What alarms?”

I press my finger to my temple, “The alarms in my head, they go off when I see someone I should avoid.”

“What about for me?” Dragon asks, interest written all over his face. In fact everyone has seem to come closer to hear my response.

I shake my head, “Just him.”

“But you saw Hyung kill someone in cold blood, you’re alarm seems to be broken, you should be afraid of all of us.” Bitch face scoffs.

“I’m not really sober enough to explain this, but I’ll try my best. I think the way it works is that the alarm only goes off when I should be concerned for my own safety.” They all nod, somehow understanding me through my drunken slurs. The puppy looking boy comes forward with his head cocked to the side as he stares at me.

“You are an interesting little girl,” He smiles softly at me.

“I’m not that little.”

“You are a baby,” Dragon teases me.

“I’m older than what’s his face!” I snap back, earning a laugh Panda.

“Who’s what’s his face?” Puppy asks.

“Sehun,” Panda explains though his laughs.

Bitch face’s eyes go wide, “She’s older then me?”

“What about me?” Tan guy asks.

“You beat her by a few days.”

Tan guy grins again, “So you can call me oppa.”

I shake my head, “You still set off the alarms, try again later.”

“Wow, someone that can resist Kai’s charms, she’s a keeper.” Dino laughs, his voice reminds me of sweet honey.

“Why are all of you in here?” A dangerous voice calls from the doorway. The standing boys split like the red sea and Dragon and Panda are off the bed, away from me. Standing there is a very unhappy Kitty with the handsome man from before. Kitty is no longer wearing his suit; in fact he isn’t wearing a shirt at all, just his nice dress slacks. I catch sight of his nicely chiseled abs that sets my blood on fire making me blush and cover my eyes in embarrassment.

“Hyung,” Dragon says, “Put a shirt on, you’re making the poor thing blush.”

I hear Kitty grumble under his breath as he shuffles around, a minute passes before my hands are pulled away from my face and I open my eyes to come face to face with a smiling Kitty. I jump back surprised, but thankful he is wearing a t-shirt now.

“Sorry little one, I didn’t mean to scare you,” The older man coos as he affectionately strokes my head. He stands up and turns to our audience, I’m guessing his expression isn’t very friendly by the way the others take an obvious step back. “Now that I did my job can you all scram? I think she is ready to go to bed.” Without another word the group of boys scramble threw the door, Dragon being the last one out, closes it behind him, leaving Kitty and I by ourselves. He lets out a sigh as he turns back to me, a soft smile on his face. “As much as I would love to play with you right now, I’m actually exhausted so we can save that for later. But something you need to understand little one, you are not allowed to leave this room without me, got it? We don’t want you running off.”

I nod.

“Good girl.”

He flips off the lights and we’re in complete darkness. I feel concerned for my mental health when I don’t feel at all worried about the fact that I’m about to sleep next to some strange man that has made multiple passes at me and that I’ve seen kill a man in cold blood. But when he gets on the bed and pulls me into a tight hold I feel nothing but comfort and warmth.

Angels 1/3 (M)

Requested by @catching-the-galaxies

→ Reader x Kris/Yifan

→ Wu Yifan, the successful attorney and used to be unfaithful husband, always gets what he want - including his runaway wife and the custody of their daughter.

→ Warnings: Angst. Smut: slightly rough?

Word count: 2,1K

“We’ve found them, sir.”

Yifan sighs out, a cocky smirk growing on his lips, a finger rising to fix a little on his adorned sleek sunglasses. He ends the call as he steps out of his car, sun shining brightly and hotly down on his all black outfit.

Finally, the chase was done and over with. His angels were found. All he had to do now is bring them back home.

He walks slowly, taking his sweet time over to the motel where his men and his angels were inside in that exact moment. He had been seated nicely in his car for half an hour, waiting for his hired men to locate his wife and daughter inside the surprisingly big yet dingy motel.

He scoffs at the disgusting smell that he’s met with the second he steps inside, wondering how his wife could really downgrade from their luxurious home to this. What a stupid-


Speaking of, there you arrive, face scrunched up in pure rage as you point an accusing finger on your husband, screaming loudly;

“Leave us alone.”

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EXO Reaction when their GF's little sister tells them she wants to marry them when she grows up

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“So… this means you want me all by yourself? What about your sis hm? You sneaky one” *Thinks she’s adorable*


*Caught him by surprise* “Wait wha?! We are waiting right? At least until you can wear high heels… yes?”


“Yes of course… I’m a man of his word” *Pretty sure she won’t remember*


*Really touched* “She really has a good heart…”


“Okay okay… I like the idea but…” *Whispers* “What about your sister hm?”


“Are we getting a big cake and will it all be pink? Oh you want a crown too?! Okay okay!” *Already “making” plans*


“But if you forget? What if I’m not that handsome when you grow up? Or you find another Baekhyun?” *This is serious guys!*


*Not sure what to do* “Baobei… help- I’m really flattered…. do you think you can wait 10 years though?”


*Playing along* “Why can’t it be now! It’d be fun!”


*Charming prince* “I’ll wait for you little one! I’ll be your blue prince”


*Really flattered* “Me?? Really me? Is this a proposal? I don’t know what to say” * A little embarrassed because the whole family is there*


*Puppy oppa* “Okay! But only if you let me plan the wedding!”

[Masterlist] [Guideline]

Swapped Elements (RaiKim)

Honestly, this was all Raimundo’s fault. Sure, it had technically been Jack who stole the Sun Chi Lantern and tried to use it against them, but Rai had responded with both the Reversing Mirror and the recently-won Cube of Haniku. When confronted by his alarmed and slightly altered teammates, he had sheepishly admitted that maybe using both Wu at once had been a bad idea.

The monks had their elements back, but not quite in the way they wanted.

“Wind!” shouted Kimiko.

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Hello there! I wanted to waste your time today by writing about Lloyd, so that people hopefully can understand a bit more about him. Don't worry though: If you don’t watch Ninjago, or don’t care, you will still get to exercise that scrolling finger, because I think this will be one of those wonderfully annoyingly long posts that makes you wish tumblr had the same rules as Twitter when it comes to the amount of words one has the capability of writing down.

So lets begin! For the most part, Lloyd is the Lego version of Luke Skywalker. He has blond hair, rough past, but ultimately fights for the good side. His Father was evil for the majority of the time Lloyd met and knew him, and he didn’t meet his mother much either. Still, his aunt and uncle were not burned alive, and his father did not remove any of his limbs. His father is not the chosen one either, but in a lot of ways, Lloyd is easily a Skywalker to most people.

But that is not what I am going to talk about(well, maybe some): I am going to talk about his personality:

As we know, Lloyd was abandoned by his father, and his mother left him to a boarding school for bad boys. This is where the head canon starts, and feel free to comment me if I am wrong:

The greatest fear for Lloyd since he was little was being abandoned and left by himself. That is why he wanted to be evil, so his father would recognize him and take Lloyd with him. At this state. Lloyd thinks that the only way his father will ever love him is if he is evil enough, which is why he goes to such lengths to become evil and recognized by people. (Kinda like Naruto)

He goes from snake tomb to tomb, trying to find others like him, who were abandoned and left behind. He is so desperate for a friend that he doesn’t see that Pythor is using him, simple because he wants a friend so badly.  

Even when he is with the ninjas he does this, which was most likely for attention, so that they would not forget about him: Because Lloyd is scared that if they don’t notice him, he will be left behind.

We then enter the phase where Lloyd is recognized as the Green Ninja, which was probably one of his happiest moments: Finally! He was the chosen one! 

But alas, the ninja doesn’t want him to get into battles, which Lloyd hates, because he wants so badly to be part of the team, to be part of this new family. Things get even worse when he fully realizes that he will have to face his father (Darth Vader anyone?) and suddenly, the black and white world Lloyd lived in turned gray. He had met his father, who showed Lloyd that he did in fact love him, and that he had had good reasons for leaving him:

The poison was taking over him, and Garmadon wanted Lloyd to have choice in the matter of his future, which was why he left him to his mother. Still, Garmadon didn’t stop loving his son, as we can see when Wu fetches him:

Things get even harder for Lloyd as he meets his mother, who according to him didn’t have a good enough reason to leave him behind. Lloyd resents her for it, but he also misses her: He is conflicted with pain and sadness, but also happiness over finding his mother again.

Ultimately they get along, and Lloyd’s journey continues. He is grown up, but the fear of being alone is still within him. When he finally defeats his father, something wonderful happens: His father becomes good once again.

This is really like Star Wars: Luke defeats his father, who turns good, becomes a ghost and presumably stays with Luke. The same thing happens in Ninjago, only with Garmadon being alive. From that point on, their relationship flourishes, with Garmadon trying to make up for lost time, and Lloyd growing accustomed to having a loving father around him:

He gets various lessons and advices from his father, and say what you want about the third season, but their relationship was a joy to watch.

Then happens the unthinkable: Zane dies, and Lloyds worst nightmare comes to life: They split up, leaving him behind. Now, Lloyd is an adult, and he has his father, mother and Wu, but it is still hard for him, as he tries to get them back together in the beginning of the fourth season. Lloyd just wants his family back together, and who can blame him?

We also see Garmadon tagging along in this season, replacing Wu in the role as sensei, but also showing Lloyd that he will always be there for him, which I believe is something that Lloyd always wanted and needed: someone to be there for him. 

You can even see his personality in the latest season, as he is always against the decision the ninjas sometimes make, which is… Breaking up/splitting up. He doesn’t want them to go separate ways, because he is afraid that they wont come back again. he keeps telling the ninjas that they are a team, and that they belong together, while secretly saying that he doesn’t ever want to be left behind.

We also have the heartbreaking moment where Chen tells everybody about the letter, and Lloyd is once again faced with people leaving him, this time his parents, who he wants to be together, are close to leave each other, and also Wu, which basically means for Lloyd that all his blood relatives, his actual family, is on the brink of falling apart, which is hard for him.

That is probably why he at the end of the season decides that he cant bear to see his father leave him again, because he thinks he cannot handle the pain of seeing him leave him… again

Ultimately he accepts that he can not control life, that even though he has all that power, some things are out of his reach. 

And with that, he properly says goodbye to his father, and decides to remember him as a good person.

It will be interesting to see what awaits Lloyd in the next season…

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word count : 12.8+k words (long as fuck sorry ; v ; not!)

genre : angst, smut, horror

summary : Baekhyun, to all of his fans, is a loving, care-free, talented person but what they don’t know is what he is off camera. This the story that would change EXO’s history.

warning(s) : character deaths, cutting, suicide/sudical thoughts (please do not read, if this will affect you…)

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Kris Wu - Portrait / People Magazine April 2016 (completed)

A young yet sensitive soul, finding happiness in the pursuit of freedom of expression within boundaries, amidst hardships, eventually obtaining a long-awaited sense of belonging.

In Canada

Quiet Child

In 2007, after gradually gotten used to living in Richmond, Vancouver, Kris Wu’s mother felt settled and satisfied for the first time. She could envision a future in the long run: her 17 year old son would enter university the next year, assimilate into the community, and go along with her plans of him becoming a doctor, getting married and starting a family, and her task of raising him up would be considered fulfilled. With relief in her voice, she said, “We would then lead a stable life like this.”

Even more than that house, at times Kris Wu would need that little path outside his home. This would enable him to get up and leave during the times when he felt pressured, enabling him to regain calmness after going on a walk alone.

“There was a time which I was really rebellious, and had left home.” Kris Wu said that he had “run away”, but his mother did not recall her son ever doing so, and upon hearing what <People Magazine> relay to her many years later, she was a little surprised, replying after some thought, “Perhaps he felt that he had left home, but he would go around in a circle (go outside and then come back).”

“Going around in a circle” - as college entrance examinations drew nearer and nearer, feeling at a loss of what to do, Kris Wu and his mother began to see things differently.

He felt that his relationship with his mother was starting to falter and fall apart. “It was not a home which I could live in peacefully any longer.” Recalling, he told <People Magazine>, “I felt that I needed to do something to help this family, and I had an extremely strong urge to do so because I was the only man in the household, and I had to stand up and take action.”

Since birth till present, Kris Wu had basically been raised by his mother alone. When she divorced in 2000, his 30-something year old mother made an important decision. She decided to let her 10 year old son take up her surname and dedicate her life to (raising) him.

In hopes that he would receive a better education, she brought him from Guangzhou to Vancouver alone, and started on the path to obtain a permanent residency status, which required close to 10 years. She spent 3 years travelling back and forth to China, finally giving up her business there, and once again becoming a stay-at-home mother without income. To avoid having her son feeling like a stranger at home, she made sure that her full attention was on him, and before he turned 18 to leave for university, she told herself that she would not allow a second man into their household, as she was concerned that external circumstances beyond her control would influence her son’s growth.

During the 2 hour interview, “steadfast” was one of the terms that Madam Wu constantly said, for a total of 7 times. Madam Wu, who concentrated fully on raising her son, rarely interacted with the outside world, and did not participate in any of the activities held amongst the Vancouver community’s Chinese people, only the president of the womens’ club could convince her to open up. When Madam Wu had just arrived in Canada and wanted to buy a house and settle down quickly but could not find a lawyer, the president had extended a helping hand, and Madam Wu was very grateful for her help during that time of need.

From the time when she risked everything till present, her life and worries were interlaced together. In Canada, she forbid all complicated and dirty things into her home, where she lived with her son. For a very long period of time, she would personally enquire about whomever her son interacted with, and if she sensed that something was off, she would think of a way to stop it. “Actually it may not even have been a problem at all, but I would nip the issue in the bud.”

In time to come, she “Nagged all the time”, “Began to give lectures frequently at the slightest thing. Whenever something happened to someone else, she would use it to give her son a teaching, it was always like that.”

She believed that enduring hardships has made her son even more hardworking. In her opinion, guys should have a sense of responsibility, and she her way of teaching her son was to tell him that, you have to be independent, independent at age 18. This was one of the reasons why, during this whole time, she did not want to rely on anyone else and wanted to raise her son alone. Even though it was harder this way on herself, but she felt that the hardship would instil in her son “the need to be filial to (his) mother”, and to develop a sense of responsibility at an earlier age.

When Kris Wu was 13, Madam Wu suddenly noticed that he was taller than her, and when there was some issues at home, she told him directly, these should be handled by men like you, “And without any protest (he) went to do it.” While she was saying this, <People Magazine>’s reporter, who was sitting opposite her, could feel her sense of pride and gratification. “It was really good,” she said, even though she was a little worried about it later on, “He was only 13 years old.”

This child’s calmness at an early age left a deep impression on his mother’s good friend Sindy, but also left her worried. In 2015 December issue, sitting opposite <People Magazine>’s reporter, Sindy recalled her friend (Madam Wu) telling her about her son, and she remembered that her friend had said that her son was described as someone who was usually quiet. “Fanfan doesn’t speak”, Sindy told the <People Magazine> reporter.

The most memorable incident was when her friend told her that once, her son was not resting but instead was sitting in front of the computer playing games. Without a word, her friend shut down the computer. “That’s too much,” Sindy recalled herself telling her friend, “I said if my mother treated me this way, I would surely fly into a rage, no matter what the circumstance was, I was gaming happily, and she switched it off.” Sindy leaned back against the chair, her eyebrows creased.

She thought that if this were to happen to other children, they would have kicked up a huge fuss soon after, but Kris Wu did not have the same reaction as his peers would usually have. “I felt that this child was already very different… He did not make any fuss nor argue… He would not speak.”

Nevertheless, she did not think too much about it, but praised him. “I think that he is rather independent”, “Independent in ways of thought and lifestyle.”

In 2000, Kris Wu, who had just arrived in Canada, had to take an English test in order to be admitted into school. Upon hearing that other kids did not pass even after two or three years, Madam Wu became anxious, “I repeatedly told him, you have to memorise English words, otherwise you will not pass,  and then such and such will happen… I constantly said to him, if you do not pass, such and such will happen… Before taking the test I went on and on at him… I kept on pressing him that year.”

At ten years old, Kris Wu did not speak a word. Seeing that her son did not share the same sense of anxiousness that she did, Madam Wu began to worry that he probably did not understand anything. “Without saying a thing, I thought he did not understand, following which, I used a different method to repeat myself. If he still did not reply I would use yet another method to repeat it again.”

Although he did not appear to be as hardworking as his mother expected him to be, but Kris Wu, who started preparing very early for that English test, passed on the first try. But this boy did not receive his due praise, the reason being that his mother was worried that he would lose his self-control. “I could not sing praises to him, I had no choice… Because I felt that I had to discipline him, I had to be stern, otherwise he would think that there will be no consequences. This was that I thought.” she told <People Magazine>.

Chicken Soup Fan 

During the 1990s in Guangzhou, first, second grade boys had to spend their summer vacation at swimming classes as their families were busy. Kris Wu recalled the scene where he stood before the swimming pool with the other kids. At that time, rain had just fallen on the hot and humid city. There were many leaves floating on the pool’s surface, and the pool water had turned murky. But when the instructor ordered them to jump in, that day, he was the only child who jumped into the dirty water without hesitation. The next day, he had to go to the hospital because of an ear infection.

“I just felt that what he said was right, it wasn’t a huge deal, it’s just that you guys don’t dare to jump but I dared to, so I jumped.” Close to twenty years later, right now, upon recalling that incident of bravery, Kris Wu said, “I don’t really wish to let others down, especially elders.”

Kris Wu did not wish to be weak. Setting his own high expectations, dealing with immigrating, he was not as calm as his mother thought he was, but instead he was facing huge challenges while growing up. Kris Wu spent his childhood in Baiyin, Gansu; then Guangzhou, and then Vancouver, continuously moving and changing schools. Because he kept on transferring in schools, after getting along well with his companions he would have to make new friends again, and every day during lunchtime it was a very awkward for Kris, who had to eat alone while watching other kids chat happily amongst themselves. During this period of time, he was “Very introverted, very closed up.” “I was not a social butterfly, all along I was someone who wasn’t very outgoing.” He said, “When I was young I really wanted to be the center of attention, who didn’t want to be that?”

Kris Wu did not tell his mother this, he was worried that his mother would become anxious, and decided to endure this on his own.

As a result, till this day he has developed a habit, whenever he encounters something he does not know, his first thought is not to ask the people around him, but rather, take a look at whether it was mentioned in self-help books. His mother was his only channel of communication, but after sealing up this channel himself, he could only go to bookstores and purchase popular books on the bestselling list. “I have read all kinds of books”, “Mandarin and English books, I’ve read them all.” Most of them were self-help books, how to talk, how to be of certain character, how to observe others, body language. From there, he learned on ways to be more approachable and improve his social skills. While reading, he felt that “I can try this tomorrow”. “Really, the books were full of gold.” Kris Wu told the <People Magazine> reporter with a smile.

For example, he read from the books that smiling and greeting strangers would ease tension. Till now, Kris Wu always smiles when meeting others. “I’ve gotten used to smiling to whomever I meet, I believe that if you treat others this way, they would do the same to you, or at the very least not hate you. Also, a smile can impact those around you, I feel that friendliness is a mutual exchange of feelings.”

After growing up with the help of self-help inspirational books, Kris Wu received the nickname of “Chicken Soup Fan”.

The emergence of basketball in his life was the first time Kris Wu interacted with the outside world. When Kris Wu was 15 years old, because his mother was handling the final duties of her business in China, she brought her son back with her to Guangzhou for a year. Because the education system in Vancouver and China was different, Kris Wu returned to sports school in China and played basketball. He was the team leader, and played the position of point guard. It was a role which was key role in strategising moves, and many times he would have to give up the ball to his teammates, in the interest of everyone. He really liked this role. “When your teammates score, you will also feel that sense of happiness.”

In Kris Wu’s opinion, liking basketball had caused a change of heart in him, and it was his first time feel that he need not hold back, he had made friends and naturally found a way which he could communicate with others. Even more importantly, during that period of time, it was the first time that he discovered what he later felt was the “most important things” in his personality: “simple-mindedness” and “sincerity”.

Growing up as a 90s kid, manga was a important part of life. <Naruto> and <One Piece> were manga that pretty much every 90s kid read, but Kris Wu said that the only manga he read was <Slam Dunk>, because it was related to basketball. “I’m a really simple-minded person, I can focus solely on doing the only thing which I like, when I played basketball I only played basketball, I did not pay attention to other sports.” Kris Wu said.

Kris Wu, who experienced the joy of freedom of self-expression through basketball for the first time, planned on pursuing this feeling, and hence he decided to make joining the NBA his lifetime dream. But in his mother’s eyes, playing basketball was something he would “easily get injured” while doing, and it was a “career which would not last very long”.

Madam Wu recalled a teacher from the sports school praising her son for being the “best point guard”, “And he did not steal the limelight, but remained in his position, and he never once wanted to stand out.” she said. In retrospect, she felt that it was hard for Kris Wu to have found a team that praised and needed him, and he wanted to perform even better. Although they did not spend much time together, every year Kris Wu went back to Guangzhou, he would meet up with these former team members.

In the end, Madam Wu had to “forcefully pull away” her son from Guangzhou. Kris Wu was very saddened that his own dreams were dashed before they barely took off. “I was especially sad when we had to go back, it was the first time that I had a dream, of my own, and I was really reluctant to let go. At that time, I had a rough idea of my own values and what he wanted, but there was no other choice, I had to go back with my mother, there was no room for choice.” Kris Wu expressed this to a talk show host in a program which aired in March 2016. He gave the reason that there was no other choice “because he was too young.”

Madam Wu recalled that her son “was very sad when he returned, and did not leave the house for several days.” Whenever there was anything going on, Madam Wu would persuade him to tell her. “During that period of time, my duty was to help him get over it,” she said, “But I recall that that episode was extremely tough.”

An overwhelmingly strong urge to bear the responsibilities of his own life

Madam Wu placed huge importance on college entrance examinations amongst her duties of raising Kris. As the dates for the college entrance exams drew nearer, she became more and more anxious and stern, and Kris Wu remembered that his mother would make a huge fuss over a very minor thing. He attributed this issue to not having communicated with her, because he himself was a person who had no clue on how to comfort others.

In October 2015, the first time Kris Wu was interviewed by <People Magazine>, young Kris Wu spoke of a heavy topic concerning human relations. “In a single parent household, it is not hard for mother and son’s relationship to go to the extremes, because there was no third party to help reach a compromise.”

In such incidences, there were several times he would leave home feeling devastated, walk on the small path outside their home and it was during those times that he especially wished that there would be was a third party around. “I really hoped that there was another person who would just comfort her, just comfort her and everything would be alright, no need to bother about me.”

This was the main reason why he decided to leave for Korea. “I didn’t wish to continue living with my mother in this way, I was really scared that our relationship would change for the worse, I was very worried. After growing up you’d realise that it’s most tiresome to be an angry person, and even more so to be the person who is on the disciplining end, instead of the receiving end (listening). The person who is disciplining you out of care will be more tired than you are. (My mother) was going through a hard time to begin with, and if she continued in this manner it would not be good for her health. Thus I decided to go to Korea.”

What made him worry as well was that the year before, because he has returned to Guangzhou, there was a delay in his studies, and he was worried that he could not get into a university. His mother had been spending her precious past savings, and thinking that university tuition was another large sum of money, he was even more fearful. His mother would definitely not say that the economy was not doing well, but he felt that she would be under much greater pressure in the years to come, and her stressed condition was expressed in her words, “You have to do this, you have to do that.”

Kris Wu especially did not want to trouble others and become a burden to them. During that period of time, he started working part time, washing dishes at a restaurant, being a server at a KTV, although he was only able to earn a small amount of money, when he saw that his hard work was able to bring about some change, he felt a rare sense of relief.

Kris Wu felt that his mother had brought to him many positive things, “But this didn’t stop me from wanting to be independent at 18. He felt that it was necessary for me to be independent, and I hoped that I could repay her, take care of her.”

Kris Wu never wanted to become a celebrity. It was on an ordinary day in Vancouver, upon the request of a classmate, that he accompanied him to Korean company SM Entertainment’s audition. When he heard the words “Inclusive of food and accommodation”, the thought of going to Korea to become a celebrity suddenly flashed past in his mind. “In various aspects I felt that this meant that I could live on my own.” he said.

Although it was inclusive of food and accomodation, this would last 10 years. “My mother thought that… After the contract ended I would already be over thirty, (missing) the most youthful time (in life).” But Kris Wu did not worry over this, and told <People Magazine>, “I had an overwhelmingly strong urge to bear the responsibilities of my own life.”

Kris’s mother was aware of her son’s firm choice during the process of contract signing. Till this day, Madam Wu remembers accompanying her son to the airport and signing the final contract. “The both of us were crying,” she said. She remembered that her son was saying, Mother, I feel that I have really let you down, you’ve raised me up till I am this old, yet I have made you this sad. “After he said this, I was really happy, and I said, son, it’s alright, let’s go home then, let’s go home, that was my reply to him then.” She thought that her son had a change of heart, but the next thing she heard him say was, I’ll sign it. “He then signed the contract, weeping as he did so.”

Being Overlooked

In the 7 years that she had spent fully dedicated to nurturing her son, she did not leave much time for herself. When her son had left suddenly, in that instant she felt as if she had lost her life’s purpose, and felt a sense of “weightlessness”, “a complete sense of weightlessness”. After a period of time, she sold her house, which she had lived with her son in for 7 years, and moved into an apartment in the city. The garden needed weeding and tending to, and she sadly discovered that there was no way she could continue to upkeep such a large house.

Sindy got to know her then. The both of them did mountain climbing, and when driving out, Sindy always thought that this “very beautiful”, “not a traditional Chinese beauty, but a little like a western beauty” woman did not enjoy the same kind of freedom in her lifestyle as she did, and it was only after a period of time that Sindy came to know that she had a son in Korea. From then onwards, her friend would constantly talk about her son in their conversations, saying that she missed him very much, “He’s a trainee”, “I very rarely asked, (the talk about her son) was all brought up by her”, Sindy said, and at times when her friend was talking about him she would laugh, and other times she would appear worried.

After Kris Wu left, Madam Wu frequently recalled the ups and downs of their time living together. It was only after he left that she looked back and thought that since young, he was always very sensitive towards the hardships of other people.

A few months after Kris Wu was born, he was brought up by his maternal grandparents in Baiyin, Gansu. He felt deeply for the both of the, and was very different from other children. When he became older, he would feel the same way towards all the other elderly people he encountered as well. “Whenever he saw an elderly person homeless on the streets, he would become very sad… He said before that (seeing an elderly person) would make him think of his maternal grandparents.” When he had just arrived in Vancouver, this brought much inconvenience to Madam Wu. She recalled that the hardest was bringing Kris Wu Downtown, and upon encountering elderly buskers, Kris Wu would stand there, not moving till his mother gave money. This put her in a tight spot, because there were too many buskers, and to each person she would give a dollar or two, and with no source of income she was constantly burdened with worry about expenses.“If I did not give any money he would (continue to stand at that spot)… he’s such a person.”

When asked about how he so easily emphasised with old people, Kris Wu replied that it was because of the meticulous care that his grandparents treated him with when he was young. The deep feelings he had towards them were at their highest when he had just started elementary school, and saw their helplessness of suffering.

At the time, four wheel toy cars were popular in Guangzhou, and Kris wanted one, but it was terribly hard to find it in the small town of Gansu which his maternal grandparents lived in. Kris Wu got very angry, and asked them why they could not find a mere four wheel drive toy when they had lived for so long. He recalled that his grandparents immediately became extremely anxious, they wanted to make the best effort to look for a car but could not do so. Kris was then very regretful, and this sense of hurt was deeply etched in his mind. When they had finally found one for him, “I treasured it greatly,” Kris Wu said.

While Madam Wu was working hard, she did not notice that Kris Wu had been watching her wake up early at six, seven o'clock in the dark and coldness of Vancouver, start up the car and painstakingly send him to school, day after day, not knowing when it would come to an end. This left an indelible impression on him.

“So on the day after my birthday I took the driving test to obtain my driver’s license,” Kris Wu said. He was sixteen that year, which was the legal driving age in Canada. Amongst his peers, he was the first to be able to drive. When his friends got in his car they would say, wow, you even have a driver’s license! He recalled himself saying, yes, immediately after my birthday I went to get a driver’s license. On the afternoon that <People Magazine> interviewed him, he smiled happily as he recounted this story. What made him even more happy was his huge sense of pride when his mother found out that, to her surprise, he was a good driver. From then on, he would drive his mother to do grocery shopping, and he felt that he was no longer as helpless as in the past.

Life in Korea

Comrade Kevin

“Your acting is getting better and better right now, do you know why? Because you already treat this place as your home.” Last year, while filming for <Never Gone>, Kris Wu recalled that this what what the cinematographer had told him. In that film, he acted as the male lead. Strangely, at times he would feel extremely comfortable acting, but at times he would feel a little anxious. As he got to know the other cast members better, he was able to open up more, and only then did he receive this evaluation. It had suddenly dawned on him that “It is only when an actor is able to regard the rest of the cast as family, instead of holding back…. Then only will you be able to act your best.”

During the interview, Kris Wu said several times that he hoped that he could achieve the kind of support similar to that of a family, and whether or not he could achieve this at work was a standard that he had set for himself. After returning to China and setting up his own studio, Kris Wu also hoped that the studio staff’s relationships with each other was like family. He believed that the family bond was made out of trust, encouragement and friendship.

In such a homely environment, he was able to give extra motivation, which he felt was a necessity to him.

“If you have a very good relationship with your manager, and feel that he does things for you sincerely, you would feel extremely motivated and greatly reassured.”

It was because he had a strong desire for such a bond, with his personality which was easily encouraged, that was why he was able to persevere with the monotony of SM. “Actually many people gave up halfway, but the reason why I stayed on was because, at that time, I had very good relations with several of the training department staff.” They supported him. “I treated them as if they were family, so they had always told me, you have to press on, you will do well. I too did not wish to let them down.”

Perhaps it was this strong desire to feel a sense of belonging that led Kris Wu to meet his close friend Kevin.

Both of them arrived in SM without the intention to become celebrities. They two were foreign trainees, both liked American hip hop and experimental music, and appeared in SM by chance. Kevin entered SM after passing the auditions held in America. When SM held auditions in America, he had no idea who they were. “I just wanted to make music, and be happy while doing so. Therefore I was naive in certain aspects, and I didn’t think too much about it because I was still young.”

Kris Wu said that the first time he met with Kevin, he could feel that “the both of them had their own ways of thinking.”

In SM, the both of them struggled together, worked hard towards their goal of debuting together, and they met and practiced daily. To Kris, Kevin was a companion that he had long been hoping for, “just like a comrade.”

SM produced idol groups which aimed to attract fans through singing, dancing, taking part in variety programs. There were many ways to increase the charisma of an idol, for example placing them in colourful and cute, oversized clothes to dance in. In a television program which reviewed previously popular Korean idols, idol group H.O.T was shown dancing in eye catching outfits with warm smiles on their faces as they sang along to <Happiness>. Their clothes were bulky and the sweat made their pants stick to their legs. After the performance was over, they drove off and rushed to the next performance venue. The heat was unbearable and sitting in the backseat of the van, they could only pull their pants down to their ankles to cool off for a little, putting them on again speedily once they had reached the other destination, and continue to smile and put on a show for the fans.

Coordinated dances could show off the idol group’s charisma, but it came at a huge price as well. At times when filming for the MV, amongst the ten over members, if one of them were to make a mistake during the dance, everyone would have to rehearse from the start again. SM liked to instil in their idols a concept of “family”, “family” between the members themselves and between the group and their fans. Many times, it seemed as if “family” was making use of (doing something for) the group’s collective interest to put an end to individual growth, in order not to hurt the feelings of family members, not to let oneself shoulder feelings of guilt, they had to practice even harder.

“We practiced every day, and didn’t know when we would debut. In order to gain the opportunity (to do so) by SM, you would have to practice incredibly hard. This was really very tough, every day we would have to practice till 10, 11pm, and at times we would even have to practice till 1am. This was physically a huge challenge,” Kevin said. Like the many other trainees who could not withstand the monotonous training, Kevin eventually left SM. “We wanted to enjoy our youth, but we had to sacrifice the prime time of our youth.”

Since the start, Kevin wanted to make his own music. He had arrived at the company a year before Kris. In the beginning, he faced the company with a sense of excitement, but after 4 years of enduring, his stamina had been exhausted completely. He realised that he was already unclear of his purpose, “I was unable to withstand any more.”

In 2010, 20 year old Kris heard an extremely sad piece of news, Kevin wanted to leave SM Entertainment. Kris Wu was extremely devastated. At first, he thought that it was the company’s decision. “Don’t let him leave,” he pleaded SM.

Eventually, it was only when he made a phone call to Kevin, then he found out that it was Kevin’s own choice. “I asked him, why did you have to leave at this time?” The moment the call got through, Kris was sobbing, “I said, the both of us agreed to debut together, endure hardships together, so why did you have to leave first?”

“If you are my good friend, you have to support me, because being an idol under this company is not something which I intend to do.” Kevin told him.

To Kevin’s surprise, although he did not make good on their commitment, Kris Wu still felt strongly for him, and that time he strongly felt that: Kris Wu did not change his emotions easily.

Kevin’s family was in America, and when he had just left SM, he felt extremely lonely. While still in SM, Kris called him every day to show his support. He usually made the calls at around 11pm from the dorms, as that was the time when SM’s practices ended. There were times that calls were made in the morning, and for a very long period of time, they would call the other first thing in the morning after waking up, to tell each other the first thing they did.

Shall we write a song together? Kris Wu once brought this up.

Yes, let’s, Kevin said.

What shall we write about? Why don’t we write a song for our mothers? Kris asked.

That’s great, Kevin said.

Their song <Lullaby> was produced in an hour. In the song, Kevin expressed that the both of them expressed their apologies towards their mothers for having made them wait for Kevin and Kris for so long. They wanted to tell their mothers not to worry for them, because when mothers worry for their children, the child would not feel at ease either.

“Don’t worry about me, look at me, I’m doing very well.” Kevin shared the lyrics over the phone with our <People Magazine> reporter, “This was the message which we wanted to convey to them.”

What Kris Wu and Kevin were not aware of, was that other than performance, appearance and promotions, in SM, friendships were also restricted.

From Madam Wu’s experience, SM did not like their artistes to maintain friendships with trainees who dropped out or were eliminated. Madam Wu had the notion that SM “naturally felt that”, “those who left definitely hated the company”. SM did not allow Kris to contact Kevin again, but it was under these unreasonable restrictions that Kevin could see Kris’s strong (determination to maintain their friendship). Kris Wu had told his mother firmly: friends are friends, (I) would not stop being friends with him even after he has left the company. “He’s a stubborn one,” Madam Wu said.

During the period of time Kevin was alone in Korea, what surprised him was that in his times of need, Kris would always appear before him. There was a time when he had to be rushed to the emergency room after meeting with an accident, and he could only make a call to Kris. “At this point in time he was already famous in Korea, and after asking him to come to the hospital, he immediately arrived. He shouldn’t have been allowed to go out, and I didn’t know how he managed it, but he did. At that time I had no money with me, and he footed the hospital bill, and brought me to eat something.” Kevin said. “This incident was something which I will always treasure, I am really grateful towards him.”

After working hard, Kevin entered Korea’s CHITWN MUSIC company, and was finally able to have the freedom to produce the hip hop music which he loved.

Perhaps due to feelings of helplessness during his childhood, in a friendship, Kris said that he would take on an active role in protecting it, that is, put in effort to maintain the relationship, and not be the one to let it dissolve easily. After he became famous, he had a friend who made some slightly unreasonable requests, for example for money or material goods, but Kris would pretend to be unaware and just continue to maintain good relations with that person.

“It’s because I think that we feel for each other.” He said. As long as this person was able to offer a listening ear to him in times of distress, just being able to do this bit, Kris felt that it was enough. “So in other aspects, I didn’t really bother much.”

Pushing himself to a point of no return

During the time Kris was in Korea, other than Kevin, what made Kris surprised was that due to the distance apart, his relationship with his mother changed from one in a state that could not be solved, to one where they cared for and missed each other. This was the closeness that Kris had always desired, which appeared once the two of them were separated.

“When I left, I just locked the door and walked away… I wanted to go to Korea because he was there, these were my thoughts at that time.” This was how Madam Wu described her situation when she moved (from their house) into the city apartment.

She realized that if she were to go to Korea to visit him once a year, SM would politely welcome her, but if she were to go a second, third time, SM would treat her coldly in an apparent manner, and would not let her see him. There was a time when, upon knowing that Kris had a break, she went to Korea, but had to wait till late at night before SM allowed him to meet her. She felt that in order to better control the kids (their artistes), SM would want the trainees to quickly accept their new “family” members which were arranged by the company, and did not want them to keep in excessive contact with any of their previous family members. She was afraid that “if you made the slightest bit of trouble, they would take it out on the child, to prove their power” So she dared not trouble them much.

Other than meeting once a year, the bulk of their communication was done via phone calls.

In their calls, her son would constantly tell her, I’m doing very well, really well. “When you pressed him for more information he would still continue on saying, I’m doing very well, everything is going fine.”

Since it was as such, she could only make guesses on her son’s condition through their phone calls. When he did not pick up calls, this was a surefire sign that his situation wasn’t going so well.

What made her most worried was that once on New Year’s Eve, when everyone in the dorms had gone home and only Kris was left alone in Korea, she called and called but “no matter how much I called, he did not pick up at all.” This incident that year was hard on her, “I could not sleep that entire night.”

The next day, she plucked up the courage to send a message to the lady in charge of training. Could I trouble you to please get Kris to contact me, she had said. At night, her son finally called back.

“Do you miss home? If you’re tired you can come home, don’t worry about a thing.” When he heard his mother’s concern, Kris started to cry. At first, he did so unknowingly, and not wanting his mother to find out that he was crying, as like always, he told her that everything was well and there were no problems. After crying he regained his composure and gave himself a pat on the back for being wise enough to hold it in.

It was only after he debuted, did he tell his mother about his inner turmoil that day. At that time, when he was in SM, he had an emotional breakdown, and he dared not pick up the New Year’s Eve call, because he was afraid that once he heard his mother’s comforting words, he would have a change of heart. “He said that if he picked up my call, he would not stay any longer, he would not be able to carry on, he said that that was why he could not pick up my call at all costs.” Madam Wu recounted.

Kris had to muster up his courage in order to make that phone call on New Year’s Day. Kris Wu told <People> magazine that, “I could not go home, I had to press on till the end.” Before he made the call, he told himself to be strong again in his heart.

Recalling the days when he was waiting for his day of debut, Kris Wu said that the first word he could think of was “endurance”, “At that time, you won’t know when you will be able to debut, you won’t know what you would be doing at a certain time (in the future), you would just have to practice and learn every day, and then wait, feeling very lost.” He said. “I had always held on to the determination to press on, I told myself that I could not go back. If I were to go back now, wouldn’t it be like giving up halfway? I’ve already wasted so many years, and discontinued my studies.”

At that point in time, only telling his mother the good things that happened was his way of persevering on, he did not give himself any opportunities to complain. “In the end, I had also pushed myself to a point where I could not return.” he told <People Magazine>.

“Kris (Yifan’s English name) is a selfless person, this point was what made us a little different. To me, if I wanted to leave I would do so, I did not think of my family. But he is a really selfless person, when he wanted to leave he thought of his mother.” This is what Kevin said when he talked about the difference between Kris and himself, and how he supported him until he eventually was able to wait until his debut.

When she knew about her son’s inner turmoil, Madam Wu became extremely saddened. “He would constantly think that I was under a lot of pressure in life,” she said, “Actually, what he planned was not what I needed, I just wanted him to be by my side, so why did he have to live independently?”

Is your son still training? Does he find it tough? …Thinking of how Madam Wu went by those days without news of her son, Sindy’s mind was filled with scenes of her friend muttering to herself. At times they would sleep over for the night, and she could recall Madam Wu, lying on the bed and barely sleeping all night as a result of missing and worrying (over her son). “I told her that it would not be healthy for a woman to stay up overnight, to which she replied, I am unable to sleep peacefully, I miss my son, I know that he isn’t doing too well.” Even after Sindy had said what she wanted to say and went back to sleep, upon waking up several hours later, she found that Madam Wu was still lying there awake.

<People Magazine> asked Kris Wu, other than being spurred on to persevere in order not to let your mother down, was it also because you were afraid that after you went back, your relationship with your mother would return to its previous state of high tension, and you would perhaps have no right to have your say, because you had already failed?

“Yes, this is very accurate. The situation at that time was that I had no other choice, no other option to choose from.” Kris Wu replied. “No matter what, I had to persevere on, I really had no other choice.”

In April 2012, Kris Wu debuted as a member of EXO. When he had entered SM, the company had informed him verbally that he would debut in a year, “And then it became two years, then three years, then four years.”. At the time of his debut, he was the foreign trainee who had spent the longest time training there.

Independent expression of self

Kris Wu shot for <People Magazine>‘s「Faces of the Year」issue one night in November 2015. This was the most important issue of the magazine each year, aimed at highlighting China’s most influential people.

In 2015, because of the impact he left on media and fans, Kris was named as the「Idol of the Year」, and became the first post-90s born celebrity to be on its cover with other prominent individuals. Within this group, most of them donned suits, therefore before the shoot, <People Magazine> requested for Kris Wu, who loved hip hop and current trends, to wear something more formal, so that his style would not clash with the rest.

During those 4 months, Kris Wu was in the midst of filming Tsui Hark’s movie <Journey to the West: Demon Chapter>, and shaved off his hair for his role as Tang Monk.

“Do I look alright in this?” In the studio, Kris’s voice could be heard

A black form-fitting suit, black leather shoes, black wig. “It looks real, doesn’t it? With a slight smile of pride, he adjusted the wig, which took close to an hour to put on.

With this get-up, Kris Wu exuded the aura of a Hallyu idol. The shooting process went by quickly, in the eyes of those around, Kris Wu was well-experienced, looked good, and had an electrifying gaze as he looked into the camera shot after shot. After the first set of photos was shot, everyone gathered around and sang praises to Kris Wu’s pictures on screen. But after having a look himself, he pointed at the wig and said, "Does the fringe look too fake?” “It looks quite realistic.” Although the people present on set felt that there was nothing wrong with it, Kris clearly was not certain of how he looked with the wig on. “You guys hold on for a moment,” he said, turning around and walking out of the studio.

Everyone could see that this wig was special, it had thick, long bangs which kept Kris’s eyebrows covered. Behind its thick, black layers, Kris’s steady and unwavering gaze had softened. Without realising, the piercing gaze he had on before he donned the wig had now become dreamy and distant, giving off the feel of every K-pop star on television. This was not unfamiliar to Kris, for he had been trained to have such an appearance by his former company, a training for 7 years which started when he was 17. It was as if it was a profession itself – if being an idol was a profession, a person could definitely be trained into becoming one.

During those 7 years, Kris meticulously maintained his bangs, treating it as his duty to do so. Upon bringing up the term “formal”, like a natural response of an idol, bangs were the first thing which came to Kris Wu’s mind.

That wig with bangs was similar to the idol image system in Korea, it seemed to contain a secret. In order to make sure the wig was put on well, Kris Wu’s team specially hired a stylist from Korea to stay by his side throughout the whole time.

Kris Wu spent another half an hour in the dressing room adjusting his bangs, and after another round of shooting, still felt that “the wig looked too fake”. On that day, he had set off for his film shooting at 5am, and after working non-stop for 15 hours, staff were concerned that he was too tired and unable to complete the shoot. Later on, Kris then suggested to the editor that he wanted to try out wearing a snapback on his bare head and shoot another round, if it was not to their liking, they could use the previous shots. After being given the green light to do so, he removed his wig, and proceeded to pose in front of the camera.

“It feels as if there is an internal barrier, no matter what others say, as long as you do not cross over this barrier by yourself, you will have no way of producing this work.” After the photo shoot, <People Magazine>’s reporter posed this question, to which Kris nodded in agreement.

The next time <People Magazine>’s reporter saw Kris Wu was a month later at a different shooting venue, and his wig and Korean stylist were on location as well. Kris Wu jokingly said, that wig has not been used in a very long time, and throughout the shoot the stylist would not have anything to do.

When he had just debuted, like the rest, Kris Wu thought that merely being handsome was enough. “Had to be very, very, very handsome.” He was also worried whether there would be fans who would like him. After debuting, upon seeing that there were fans who liked him, his first reaction was to satisfy them, continue pleasing them non stop, and style himself according to what they liked. The fans would tell him that he looked better with his hair pushed back, or that he looked better with bangs down. After a long period of time when he did promotions with his hair pushed back, a couple of days later when fans expressed that they missed his smooth, straight hair with bangs down, Kris would then tell the hair stylist, “This time please give me a hairstyle with bangs.” After going on a year like this, he began to feel that this was “rather pointless”, and the “urge to be different from others” grew stronger and stronger.

“It was very hard not to become an idol.” While he was in SM, Kris understood this feeling. “It was very hard not to become an idol because there were so many people (fans) who liked you, and you would not want to disappoint them or cause them to feel down.” However, as for idols who would always take the safe route, “You would end up just like the rest”, and “lose yourself”.

“I am someone who does not really fancy catering to others,” Kris Wu said, “I knew this, and it was the feeling of going on despite knowing the difficulties lying ahead.”

He was unable to change the songs that the company had chosen for the group, so what he modified was his clothes. “Thus I had to begin with apparel, starting from what I wore, I chose the clothes I wanted to wear, which were to my liking.

When Kris was in EXO he was nicknamed “Airport Runway Model”, because it seemed like he was at a fashion show in his airport photos. "There was never a time when his outfit was uncoordinated, and there was never a repeat of outfits.” Kris said. On Douban (major Chinese social platform), there were people who made threads on such photos, and some commented that he “Put his heart into his airport fashion”. This was because the only time he had the chance to express himself freely and did not have to dress according to the company’s orders, was during those pockets of several hours spent rushing to catch their flights.

During that point in time he was not earning huge sums of money. “My salary for six months was about 120000 or 200000 yuan, and after giving my mother approximately half of it, I would spend all of the remainder on clothes, and use it up within two days.”

Since his mother thought that he was not short on money, she did not send any more over to him. Once, for half a year, he had to eat the company’s packaged lunches every day.

In preparation for his birthday party last year, Kris’s stylist Ah Cong made a trip to Japan and purchased approximately 70kg of clothes. When he handed them all to Kris for him to shoot in, they shot more than 200 pieces in a day, “and I heard that two thirds of the clothing was at home.” Just for hats alone, Kris Wu “has at least five hundred, but not over a thousand” of them, Ah Cong said.

Fashion is something which Kris Wu pays great attention to. Many people think that Kris only likes fashion because he shows great interest in trends, but in actual fact, to him, fashion has more meaning to it than just being something that he likes, and for a very long period of time, that was his only outlet of self expression.

Each time, on the night before travel, after practice when everyone else was asleep, Kris Wu would carefully pick out his outfits and match them himself, no matter how tired he was. Not every look was cool and handsome, but they were all definitely something that he liked. Kris proudly shared a fan’s comment, “Kris will only look cool when he wants to.” , which meant that he had well enough control of his image (after styling himself). The first response from a fan’s letter left a deep impression on him, which he remembers till this day. “(I was) very, very happy.” “All this while, in fans’ letters they would say, (I’ll) always support you, (you’re) very handsome, you’re the most handsome, but that fan wrote: Fanfan, Hello, I like you because of your style, I feel that you carry the clothes off really well.” This was a sign that he himself had received affirmation, as opposed to his idol self which had been “packaged”.

But, Kris Wu was not rebellious in nature, nor was he a blindly rebellious youth. “Chicken Soup Fan”, who had individuality and a distinct personality of his own, had his own reasons. "I felt that each person should have something of his own, which had to be within boundaries and not crossing the line. Doing it within boundaries, people would think that you are unique, but once you have crossed the line, they would feel that you are too egocentric. If there were no rules, there would be no standards.” He said, “Yes, I needed to take into account the feelings of others, and respect the opinions of others before putting into reality my ideas.”

Returning to China

Holding his own destiny in his hands

In this world, there are two kinds of people believe their destiny lies in their own hands. The first is one that has grown up with a silver spoon in his mouth, who has never wrestled with fate. The second is one who has fought with fate, and emerged the victor. Kris Wu is the latter.

Be it leaving his mother or leaving SM after fighting an uphill battle for 7 years, Kris Wu has made his own decisions bravely and acted on them. Eventually emerging victorious, the rewards that followed were plentiful, and from then on Kris Wu became an even stronger and more confident person.

“You believe that destiny lies in your own hands, and not in the hands of God, bringing you misfortune one day and good news the next. You deeply believe that your destiny lies in your own hands, right? Do you believe that you will have returns for all that you have done?” <People Magazine>’s editor asked Kris Wu during the interview.

“Yes, I strongly believe in this, I feel that people should rely on their own hard work and take control of their own destiny, and not go with the flow, nor grumble that they have bad luck. I feel that many a time, if you have truly worked hard and yet received nothing in return, it only means that you have not done enough. If you are rewarded without having done anything, this may not turn out to be a good thing in the future.” Kris Wu replied.

In China, the most common misunderstanding amongst the media that Kris Wu’s former publicist Feng Lihua has faced is: Was Kris Wu lucky and became popular instantly? Because there are many young, popular stars who really became popular overnight because of one of their movies.

After receiving success as a result of working hard for seven years, Kris Wu now even more courageously follows what he desires the most, instead of rules set in stone.

Kevin recalls that Kris Wu was feeling down for a period of time soon after he had just returned to China. “He told me that he did not know who to trust, did not know who were his friends, and he did not want to repeat the same mistake he made when he was in Korea.” Kevin told him that, you have to believe, until you find someone who is truly worthy of your trust.

At that time, what calmed Kris Wu the most was that, he finally provided his mother with an explanation. “If I had gone back while I was still a trainee, suddenly returning during those four years, I would have no explanation (for my mother)……Without earning a single cent, I would have no way of leaving.” But after debuting, he felt that he worked hard enough, and was able to feel relieved.

“Actually I thought of the worst before I returned to China. My mother did too.” Kris Wu said. He told his mother, if China didn’t accept me, if it was not possible to continue in this industry, I would be fine with doing anything, it would be alright not to be a celebrity any longer. When his mother said that she was alright with him doing anything, Kris Wu became even more relieved.

During this period of time, both mother and son had a mutual understanding and tackled this hardship together. “It completely changed our relationship.” Kris Wu said. He was the one who asked his mother to help himself. “I didn’t have any friends in Beijing, I’m not someone with a lot of friends, all this while I have never interacted with the upper echelons of society, and basically I did not know a single person in the entertainment industry.” Kris’s mother once again became the only person whom he could trust. Both of them “just rented a house”, and after 7 years reunited for a long while again.

But when it came to the issue of signing a contract, Madam Wu discovered that her son was not fine with doing just anything, at that time there were many large companies who had their eye on Kris Wu, but after thinking back on the restrictions that his previous major company had imposed on him, Kris Wu was unwilling to sign (to any big companies). He just wanted to do things that he was willing to, there were many things which he wanted to try out, and he was especially afraid that there would be restrictions imposed on him which would leave him unable to make these dreams a reality. He would rather take several detours with a less powerful backing. This way of thinking was different from Madam Wu, as she intended to find a large company (for Kris), because she felt that in this way, she would be able to entrust her son to them with relief.

At one point in time, Madam Wu tried to persuade her son into signing a contract as quickly as possible, but what surprised her was that, one day Kris Wu spoke to her in a very solemn tone, “He said mother, is fame and wealth that important to you?”

“One sentence made me annoyed……I said, son, how could you say this, you know that I never thought of letting you choose this career path, at that time when you decided to join the entertainment industry I wanted to stop it at all costs, yet I did not stand in your way.” She told Kris Wu.

During that period of time, it was Madam Wu herself who busied herself for her son. At that time Xu Jinglei had already approached Kris to film her movie, but Madam Wu had no idea what movie contracts were like, and did not know how to discuss them. Whenever others approached her with the intent to work with Kris Wu, she would not dare to discuss with them, “Because I did not know what to discuss with others about.” When it came to endorsements, her son also has his own standards, he would not do something merely for the sake of making profits, whenever he had to endorse something, he would only do so if he liked the product.

What Kris Wu wanted was to establish a team of his own, like a family, which could progress together. In the past when he was living overseas, he would occasionally return to Guangzhou, and he really loved the feeling of celebrating New Year’s together with everyone. Although there weren’t many family members, but his grandparents, with several of his mother’s siblings. “I really love the feeling of belonging at home. When I was young I really wanted to have a huge family.When I saw other people’s large families, siblings, I would get really, really envious of them, so I always hoped that I would be able to have such a team.”

Kevin recalled that, Kris Wu did not feel a sense of belonging until he began shooting for a film last year. At that time, Kris Wu finally was able to do what he liked, he really liked that role, and got to know several trustworthy people while filming. Thus, he would not have to bear all the stress on himself.

Kris Wu appears bright and calm, but when he cried, it left a deep impression on director Zhou Tuo Ru. They were filming the most climactic scene of <Never Gone>, where Kris’s noveau riche character cried after fighting with his girlfriend, Director Zhou hoped that he would act out of his instincts. “I did not instruct him to cry in a certain manner” he recalled, because he wanted to see Kris’s genuine reaction. Zhou thought of a hundred different scenarios - raging while crying, struggling while crying…… But to his surprise, Kris Wu finally cried in a childlike manner. “Such a large, tall and handsome man……unexpectedly cried like a child.” Zhou said, he remembered that for a very long while after he yelled “Cut”, the entire set was silent.

Fans would do their very best

“From the bottom of my heart, I’d like to thank them, I’m really touched.” Kris Wu is clearly aware of the opportunities that his fans have brought to him in this day and age. However, “I have no way to take charge of your lives.”

“I have always stressed that you guys have to live your own lives, you guys don’t have to attend my concerts, it’s alright, I definitely won’t be angry, you guys just have to lead your own lives well. I am also unable to lead my life the way you guys want me to. I hope that our relationship can be as such.”

He is also aware that the fans’ power is not a stable force. “It’s not possible for me to have this many fans forever.” One day he will eventually get married and have children, and there would be no way to pursue him. New idols will appear, which is a very normal cycle. “So in the end, whose who are clear on what they want will definitely know that at all times they have to depend on their abilities to prove themselves.”

“Honestly speaking, I am prepared to be outdone by competition anytime.” Kris Wu said. “But I can face this all very calmly. When I’m doing good, putting in my best, and definitely doing the things I like, I think I’m very calm.”

In this era where box office numbers are of great significance in achieving targets, the statistics generated by Kris’s fans have propelled him from being someone without a solid standing in the Chinese entertainment industry, to gain opportunities such as acting in <Mr Six>.

At this point in time, Kris Wu gained confidence through offering to work hard without expecting anything in return, with a sense of selflessness which did not want to let others down, and won over the approval of business partners for collaborations in China.

Thank you for returning home

Before deciding to be his manager, Mr Chen had already worked in the entertainment industry for 15 years, and did not want to work with yet another celebrity without a distinct charm, nor without challenge. To him, this would not be anything new. He did not know about EXO very much, and he did not really fancy celebrities who were the type to be surrounded by fans once they stepped out. When he met Kris Wu, his first impression was that Kris was a clean and fresh, very polite kid, after which he thought was very handsome. “At that time he was not too sure about the Chinese (entertainment industry)…… So he appeared to be a very shy kid.”

What made him impressed with Kris Wu was that, for the role of Tang Monk in <Journey to the West: Demon Chapter 2>, Director Tsui Hark requested him to shave off his hair. To Korean stars, it is a huge deal when they shave their hair before enlistment, and Kris Wu shaving off his hair was akin to “Wang Sicong’s family going bankrupt”, a fan said.

Mr Chen dared not agree to Tsui Hark’s request. But to his complete surprise, when he asked Kris Wu, Kris replied without hesitation, no further asking required, that it was no problem at all.“ This left a deep impression on Tsui Hark. "They all felt that this kid was not bad, he genuinely wanted to act, and that he wasn’t the kind of idol to say that he has to have a certain type of handsome look.” It was at this point in time that Mr Chen finally agreed to help Kris Wu. He understood that Kris was not merely someone who relied on Mr Chen’s efforts to make a living, but someone who would cooperate so that they would mutually create new works.

Zhou Tuo Ru worked with Kris Wu for <Never Gone> when Kris had just returned to China. Director Zhou told <People Magazine> about some of his experiences when he had previously been an actor. He felt that being an actor was an immensely pressurising job. When two or three cameras were on you, and all the people on set were watching you, all the lights shining on your face, it would be easy for a person to feel small and unsure of themselves. But Kris Wu would not be afraid, from beginning to end he will be in a state of his own, have a sense of unadulterated, childlike trust towards the cast and crew, listening carefully to all your pointers and putting his utmost effort into doing so. <People Magazine> asked Zhou Tuo Ru how it was like working with Kris Wu, and he replied, the kind of hardworking spirit and earnestness that Kris possessed made him strongly feel his distinct charisma, and made him feel as if he should protect and not disappoint this younger man. “He believes in you wholeheartedly.” Zhou said with a sigh.

What Director Lu Chuan recalls was that, upon meeting Kris Wu for the first time, this kid had two vastly different communication methods.

“When you talked about things related to life, he would become very quiet, very shy.” On the contrary, once the topic was about things he was passionate about, he would immediately transform from his quiet state into a state of excitement, and there would be no transition stage.

Lu Chuan said that, what excited Kris Wu the most was acting roles that would make him feel extreme emotions and a sense of fulfilment, for example acting a crazy person or a villain. This left Lu Chuan rather shocked, because in his experience, it was difficult for handsome men to give up playing the roles of good-looking characters. “This is their rice bowl”, but Kris Wu did not care about such things.

In 2015 November, in response to <People Magazine>’s question of “Which actor do you like?”, Kris Wu blurted out Leonardo DiCarprio’s name. The reason being, because he could cast aside his image and take on the challenge of a extremely different role.

Kris Wu had to directly contact the business collaborators. “Schedule constraints” was an excuse commonly used to turn down others in the entertainment industry. If someone were to approach you for something which did not appeal to you, this method could be used, Chen Lizhi said. “They would ensure that you still had face, and they would say 'Oh no, due to schedule constraints I am unable to, I already have a movie then.’ and after further enquiry, realise that the aforementioned movie is not scheduled at all.” However, what surprised Chen Lizhi was that, Kris Wu’s method was to directly inform them, I’m not suitable for this, or, I do not like it. Chen Lizhi thought well of him for doing so, but was a little worried as well. “Honestly speaking he should only be upfront with people that he trusts and has good relations with, otherwise, he may be blacklisted.” Chen Lizhi would want to protect his sense of responsibility, and finally end up lying to others that “He has no schedule constraints.”

Kris Wu said that he values sincerity. “What is the quality you value the most when you established your own team?” His answer to this question was, “I really place much importance on being genuine, I hope that everyone can be very sincere.”

As of November 6 2015, Kris Wu has filmed for 7 movies in the 18 months that he has returned to China. Before returning to China, he has never acted before, and local Chinese directors had no idea about him. He relied on his hard working attitude and work ethic to make up for his shortcoming in having little experience.

In the interview, Kris Wu admitted that he has a special bond between male seniors that he worked with. “Actually there was a little of it. When I was very young, I terribly wanted someone like that to guide me, and provide me with a sense of security.” he said. For example, Feng Xiaogang’s experience left him feeling a sense of admiration for him. Kris felt “an extremely strong force which compelled others to be convinced.” What made Kris Wu the happiest during this period of time was being acknowledged and accepted by people whom he admired.

In 2015, while filming for <Journey to the West: Demon Chapter 2>, there was one day when he had gone up to the camera after shooting his scene, as he always did, to take a look at how he did.

All of a sudden, one of the script supervisors told him quietly, you acted very well, the director really likes you.

Really? Why? He asked.

Every time you were shooting your scenes, the director would be smiling at the back. As long at it was your scene, for every scene that you acted in, the director would be sitting behind the monitor smiling, and looking very happy.

Kris Wu felt even more pressured. “I will continue to act, and act even better, not to disappoint the director. Yes, this was what I would do.”

When filming wrapped up, he was almost in tears. “I said, Director, I can’t bear to leave you.” Kris Wu remembered telling Tsui Hark this.

“Right now I’m still like this, I’ll invest emotions in everyone.” Kris Wu told <People Magazine>, even after being hurt with his experience with SM. “I would be the first one to invest emotions.”

At least in some aspects, Kris Wu’s tolerance and willpower is far beyond that of an ordinary person. For example, for many people, after experiencing a lot in life, they have lose their innocence, and to still be able to treat the world with goodwill, is an admirable thing. Kris Wu has realised this at a very early age. It was just as he told Kevin to encourage him when he left SM, “No matter what happens to you, never ever change who you are, you definitely have to continue being yourself.”

He talked about the teaching he received from his mother. “She taught me in this way, to trust in others easily, so I have actually made many wrong turns in life.” When he was young, his mother had always made the world out to be a joyful place. When he was sixteen or seventeen, he was deceived by a good friend, right now he couldn’t remember what had specifically happened, but and at that point in time he was extremely upset, and his mother told him, “I’m sorry my son, Mother has never told you about the dark side of society. However, you have to realise that people have different personalities, we cannot have preconceived notions about others, and you should never have the intent to hurt anyone.”

The keywords Kris Wu set for himself are, pure and genuine. “A person who does not forget his roots.” he said, “Many people believe that I am rather naive, and perhaps at times a little dumb, but I would still like to be this way, and hope that I can retain this side of me as much as possible.”

After that half-day interview that day, when he went home he specially looked for a quote which he had previously noted from Chicken Soup for the Soul, and sent a Wechat message: “Being aware of the ways of the world and not being influenced by them, is the highest degree of being mature and good hearted.”

Speaking of any regrets he felt with his sacrifices, it would be the severe impact to his physical well-being. Before leaving SM, Kris Wu had been getting colds continuously for a year, and due to the extreme demands which had taken a toll on his body, finally detecting some obvious signs. “I didn’t rest well, there was a lot of pressure,” he said, “I used to be able to play basketball, but right now my stamina is not very good…… Actually men should be at the peak of their health at age 25.”

But not long after sharing his health issues with <People Magazine>, a few days later, a picture of Kris Wu wearing a T-shirt in -5 degrees weather outdoors surfaced on the news.

(Translator’s note: This was about his Weibo post for the Takeoff Challenge charity initiative)

As in the fairness that he believes, if one desires rewards, he must be willing to accept all of its costs. “I cannot be forced to so something,” Kris Wu said, “At times I would be conflicted, but then again I feel that at this point in time if I do not do certain things which I want to do, I am afraid that I may regret it later on.”

In the midst of his busy schedule, Kris Wu released his first self-composed song《Bad Girl》. During the day when he acted as Tang Monk, he would think of lyrics while the lighting was being fixed, compose during change of sets, go into the studio to record and arrange the song at night after wrapping up for the day. Just like that, he swiftly created a song, and made careful adjustments to it 20 more times. – “When I’m doing something I love, how could I not have the time?” This song was scheduled to be released on midnight of 5th November, as Kris’s birthday was on the 6th and he wanted to give the fans a gift. End October, Kris was still working on the details, and he told his team that if by 6th November, the song was not up to his satisfaction, “Then I am really sorry to tell you guys that I have to completely abandon this, fully cancel all the plans.”

Last year, for the entire year continuously, Kris Wu slept for about 4, 5 hours each day, and up till the time <People Magazine> interviewed him in November, other than 7 films, his accomplishments were inclusive of the following: released 1 cover song and 2 original songs, signed on to 8 endorsements, been on 13 magazine covers, and attended 70 events.

After <Mr Six>’s premiere, after receiving a Wechat message from <People Magazine>’s editor, who praised him for his performance, Kris Wu very gladly replied: “Thank you Jiejie for your support.” Followed soon by (the editor’s reply:) “Thank you for returning home.” He then returned this with a smiling emoji.

I could not help myself

When Kris Wu received positive statistics, and encouragement from the director and word of mouth as a result of working selflessly, Madam Wu who had been waiting for him at home began to worry yet again, and thus could not sleep well for entire nights.

In early December 2015, <Journey to the West: Demon Chapter 2> entered its final, most intense shooting period overnight. His head already shaved bald, Kris Wu could only wear a thin robe with one piece of thermal wear inside, and film outdoors in the freezing winter of Beijing until early morning.

Are you cold? That night, Madam Wu could not hold back any longer and made a call to her son, asking him carefully.

“Go to sleep quickly!” Her son anxiously said over the phone. “You should go to sleep soon.” He stressed.

Kris Wu told <People> magazine that he was really angry that night. He increasingly felt that his mother was ageing and in their relationship, he had taken on the role to become the one to look after her. “Right now I’m really worried that she will stay up at night.” He said.

Kris Wu, who places importance on his work over himself, since his childhood years till present has found it the hardest to face his mother’s emotions and worry. Sindy felt that because he was concerned that his mother’s anxiety would affect him, Kris Wu has never allowed her to visit the set.

The next day, his mother who had not slept a wink the previous night, could only vent out in her Wechat Moments. At 6am, before dawn, Sindy saw such a message in her Wechat Moments:

「The sixth night of overnight filming, an important outdoor scene, only wearing a thin robe and thermal wear. I could not stand it and called over but in the end I was given a lecture. Firstly: Please do not call me during our working hours. Secondly, don’t say that it’s hard on me, the director and everyone else is older than me, and they have to spend the night outdoors as well. While I am getting ready for my turn I am about to return indoors to get some warmth. Thirdly, when you’re up like this all night, I’m the one who is the most worried. Hurry up and go to sleep!!!」

Many people were under the impression that Madam Wu was praising her son, and their replies were mostly “Your child is so understanding”, “I didn’t know that Fanfan would be this understanding”. but Sindy understood that Madam Wu was expressing her hurt. Madam Wu said, “The moment I mentioned about him, he would make reply with a rebuttal.”

The reply that Sindy gave her was: Fanfan is right, when you do not treat yourself well you’re making him even more tires and distracted from work. Fanfan clearly knows what he wants, and your understanding and cooperation with your child is very important. It’s hard work being a mother.

Madam Wu replied: I can’t help myself.

Kris Wu studio started without a stable leader. When Kris had just returned to China, along with his mother, both of them did not have a choice but to trust every person that they encountered. His former publicist Feng Lihua remembers that at that time, in a Wechat group which discussed matters pertaining to the Chinese entertainment industry, someone asked, Does anyone know who Kris Wu’s manager is? After which, several person’s names were mentioned quickly. “Someone said, just contact me, I’m very close to his mother.” In the end, if Kris Wu was unable to fix his schedule, this task would be handed to Madam Wu. Chen Lizhi felt that Madam Wu had a very heavy burden. “Treating others with goodwill, but end up being accused of having bad intent.”

In the interview, Madam Wu expressed that she was understanding of the situation. She did not mind (carrying out such duties) because she only had one goal: As long as it would be for her child’s benefit. A year and a half after returning to China, after the careful setting up of her son’s work studio, other than remaining in several of Kris Wu Studio’s Wechat groups, she has slowly begun to fade out of her son’s world. There were many things that she was still learning and could not hesitate to ask, for example upon seeing that things would go awry, she would immediately panic and ask the person in charge, how could you handle this matter like this? At this point in time, Kris Wu would tell his mother personally not to act in that manner, and she would go back to apologise and explain.

But thinking that all these things were done for the sake of her son, you would see that Madam Wu possess a strong and unparalleled steadfastness which enables her strong will to resurface anytime.

Accepting <People Magazine>’s interview was the first time Madam Wu faced the media. All this while she had been unwilling to accept media interviews, as she was fearful, and <People Magazine> had asked Kris Wu’s staff to persuade her. She was the only person who witnessed Kris Wu’s growth throughout the 7 years he was in Canada, and there were some stories that had she had to tell.

Taking into consideration Kris Wu’s afternoon shoot as well, arrangements were made by Kris’s publicist to make reservations at a Japanese restaurant located near the studio. Madam Wu felt that there were no good Japanese restaurants in the area, and began to worry that this would not be good enough for <People Magazine>. When <People Magazine> reporter arrived he received a call from the publicist, asking on behalf of an  anxious Madam Wu if the restaurant was good enough, if it was not, he could inform them immediately and they would pick another restaurant.

Madam Wu remained concerned even as she stepped into the private dining room. wearing a thick, black jacket, she even asked the same question before taking a seat. Only after hearing the reply, “This place is rather good,” did she then let out a smile, and removed her jacket with a relieved expression.

“You have just been talking, barely eating.” <People Magazine>’s reporter commented when the two hour long lunch was about to end. “That’s alright, my task today is to speak more.” Madam Wu replied. Because in her heart, she was doing this for the sake of Fanfan, she only wanted to do it for his benefit.

Madam Wu enjoyed listening to others praise Kris Wu, when it happened, she would flash a peaceful smile, and her eyes would shine with tenderness.

Right now Kris Wu and his mother are not living together. “Because I knew that from the moment I was born, she no longer had a life of her own.” He hoped that his mother would slowly build up her own life. But whenever he told her, Mom, you should find a boyfriend, his mother’s first reaction was, is it because you don’t want Mom anymore?

Putting her son in the centre of her life for 25 years, there are many hardships which she has endured alone. During his time in SM, there was one event which made her feel very deeply.

If not for the wind and rain, it would have been an ordinary event. But at the venue, the wind and rain had blown down a large banner, which left Madam Wu extremely shocked. The banner was too large, and could only be raised for a moment, before being blown away by the wind and rain yet again. After that, (the people holding it) struggled to put it up again. Upon taking a closer look, Madam Wu realised that it was several girls holding up the banner, they had gotten tickets with much difficulty, but because of this banner, were unable to watch the performance properly. They were motivated to do that because they hoped for Kris to see them and wanted him to have more confidence.

“They were standing in an area far away, several people were holding up the banner, kept on holding up the board, in the wind and rain.” Madam Wu recalled herself wholeheartedly supporting her son, that familiar feeling, a type of love and sacrifice which was “completely giving”, “without expecting nothing in return”.

After that experience, she brought up the point to her son’s team that, from ensuring that ticket prices would not be set too high, as to whether gifts to fans should be charged…she would be the one who would fight for the interest of fans.

“Right now she is in charge of handling the fans, for example with regards to concert ticketing and such, everything would be taken care of by Aunt (Madam Wu).” Kris Wu’s former publicist Feng Lihua said with a smile.

“Because it’s a very simple, very pure love, and they support you in whatever you do, I feel that this is extremely precious, and if such people were to be hurt, I feel that this really (is something which cannot happen).” Madam Wu added, a little embarrassed, “It’s really like a mother’s love for their child.”

On the day of her interview with <People Magazine>, Madam Wu wore a formal black jacket, but when she removed her shoes, a pair of eye-catching pink socks were revealed. That was a pair of socks that SM had specially produced for the fans when her son was still in EXO. There were the words “Fanfan” on the socks, and the idol’s name could be seen whenever your head was lowered wile putting on shoes. This name would evoke emotions of loving someone, although he may not always be by your side, but the feeling would fill your heart with the warmth that you are not alone.

translation: @wu_yi_fan

EXO reaction to telling the other members he got you pregnant but you’re just friends.

Anonymous said: Exo reaction to you just being friends and they got you pregnant and they are telling the other members because like how they need to know blah blah. Then when it’s all silent you say “Pull out game weak.” Really loud I’m so sorry I’m trash

I really had no idea how to word the title of this reaction Thank you for requesting! I tweaked this a little because I couldn’t think of different situations… so I’m sorry if this is kinda off. ://


“…And now Y/N is pregnant,” Baekhyun finishes explaining the complicated situation to the other members as you all sit scattered around the living room. “How…” someone mutters shocked. Everyone is silent. You can’t help yourself as you think back to the night you conceived the baby, and blurt out a sassy, “Pull out game weak.” Baekhyun turns to you, meeting your eyes with a sassy stare. “Oh, so that’s how you’re going to be.”

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I Am An Alpha Ch 7: Yixing

I hope this makes up for being MIA for a few days

“Is all of this really for me?” My jaw drops and my mouth waters at the sight of the beautifully set table with many kinds of food covering it. “I’ve never seen this much food before.” The wolf on my left hums as he leads me closer to the table, he nudges the head chair before looking at me expectantly. I quickly obey and curl up in the seat. I’m thankful Yixing has also given me one of his hoodies to keep warm in such a big house. He lays down at my side allowing me to eat alone, I sigh, when is he going to realize I don’t want to be alone. I use my foot to push the next to me out making him jump. “Join me?”

He hops up on to the seat and stares at me.

“What would you like?” I muse scanning over all the dishes, most consisting of marinated meats and vegetables. He continues to stare at me and I swear I can see him smiling. “You can transform back into a human if you want. I promise I won’t be scared anymore.”

He shakes his head.


His eyes scan over the room and even into the living room.

“Ah, you don’t want to leave me alone again, right?”

He nods.

“What a shame, I would really like to talk to you,” I hum as I pet his head. His massive head leans into my touch eagerly. “Well I guess since you can’t tell me what you want you are going to eat what I give you.” I take the empty plate that had been left for me and quickly begin filling it with a little of everything that was on the table until there is no room left. “How does that look?” I set it down in front of him and watch for any kind of reaction. He stares down at the food before looking at me, concern in those golden eyes. I chuckle, “Don’t worry Hyung, I’ll eat too.”

I begin picking off each plate and shoving the food into my mouth eagerly, hoping that he would eat too.  After I stuff down a few bites he eagerly begins eating too. I’m proud of myself, see, I tell myself, I can do this!

“How are things tasting?” Baekhyun muses as he places a hand on my shoulder. I’m out of my chair before I even know it, my teeth bared at the sudden intruder. His hands are up in surrender, “It’s just me.” The moment I realize that it’s him I stand up straight and give him an apologetic smile.

“I’m so sorry Hyung!”

“You are fine,” He gestures for me to return to my seat, “Your pack mentioned something about how you won’t be used to physical affection, I’m sorry. I just got excited.”

“They’re right, beyond my pack I never received any kind of love or gentleness so I’m going to have to get used to it.”

He nods, “I think that is one of the reasons we let Lay take care of you, he has the most self control out of us. Especially right now, I’m so impressed and kind of jealous.”

Yixing lets out a low growl.

“Don’t worry Hyung I’m just stopping in to make sure she’s enjoying her food and her silent company.”

“I told him he could transform back but he doesn’t want to leave me alone.”

“He is right, not all of us have his ability to stand this close to you for a long period of time without being all over you. I heard that Kai couldn’t even last a minute once he caught her scent.”

I wrap my arms around myself, his stare making me uncomfortable, “You heard about that?”

“I also heard that Kris got to touch you,” He takes a step closer making me curl tighter in my chair.

“I figured it would be fair, I owed him.”

“For what? If anything he owed you for attacking you all those year ago.”

I gulp, “I shot him.”

“This is getting so exciting!”

Yixing growls once again when he comes even closer.

“I would leave if I were you,” I suggest sensing the hostile energy coming off the wolf. “He doesn’t look like he’s in the best mood.”

Baekhyun suddenly looses his happy smile, “Do you want me to go?”

“That’s not it, I just-“ I’m cut off by the sound of excited boys speaking loudly and rushing in our direction. Again I’m out of my chair, but this time before they enter the room. My back is to Yixing, at this point I feel like he is the only person I can trust to stand behind me.

“Go quick, they just came back from a quick run, their instincts are still going to be really strong. We don’t want them getting too excited when they see you, go back to Yixing hyung’s room and I’ll bring some more food up, but you need to go now.” Baekhyun shoos me out of the dining room.

I follow Yixing back up stairs, pouting a bit, “I wasn’t scared for once and now I’m running.” At the top of the stairs I hesitate and almost consider going back down, I might not be this brave later on. By brave I mean I’m not shaking in my boots like a pup and I feel like I could actually look them in the eye. But Yixing nudges me forward, I trust him to know best. Back in his room I’m cautious of where I stand so I end up standing in the middle of the room like an idiot. He gestures to the door with his nose, asking me to lock it, which I quickly obey before he disappears into the closet.

“Feel free to sit on the bed,” His voice startles me. Of course he transformed back to his human form, I even told him too but why do I suddenly feel nervous? I take this moment to mental prepare myself to have one on one time with one of my mates for the first time. I can do this.  “Or if you don’t feel comfortable with that you can continue to stand in the middle of the room,” He teases as he comes out of the closet.  I turn around to face him and automatically regret it.

He is so good looking. In sweat pants and a t-shirt he is wearing what I’ve seen my pack mates wear a thousand times but on him but just looks so much more sexy. He pushes his black hair out of his face and gives me a small smile that has my heart racing. Of course he notices it and automatically switches from charming to panic. He rushes over to me, his hands hold on to my upper arms.

“Are you okay?” He worries. “I’m not scaring you am I?”

“No!” I answer quickly, and a bit too aggressive. I find myself covering my mouth from embarrassment.  

“Than what’s wrong?”

I nibble on my lip before admitting, “You just made my heart race, that is all, I’m sorry for worrying you.”

“Oh,” His grip on me loosens but he doesn’t let go, a small smile forms on those pretty pink lips. We just stand there for a minute enjoying each others company, I let my hands hold on to his forearms and smile at the electric sensation between our skin. After a long moment he asks me, “Could I ask you a few questions about you and your past?” Looking up at him I know it was a hard question to ask, I’m expert when it comes to reading peoples body language and facial expressions, it also helps that Yixing seems to be an open book. It allows me to know that him and the rest of his pack are very concerned about what could have happened to me, that strangely warms my heart.

“Of course, ask anything you want, I’m not shy about my past,” I try to give him a non-awkward smile as I let him lead me toward the bed. I sit on the left side with my back pressed against the headboard, I almost consider going under the covers but kill the idea when I think about what could happen with us under the covers together. My cheeks burn at the thought of anything dirty.

“I’m going to get more blankets, Sehun and some of the others like the house cold at night so we are going to need them,” He says as he leaves the room.

When he is gone I let out a breath I didn’t even known I was holding, oh my god, he’s so cute. I can’t believe he is part of this pack, he seems far to sweet but I guess I have no room to judge. I grimace at the thought of them seeing the real me, but at the same time I can’t wait for it. They are going to be blown back, the idea has me giggling so hard I don’t hear Yixing coming back in.

“What a beautiful sound,” He muses, “What has you giggling so hard?”

“Nothing,” I lie with my big doe eyes.

He doesn’t question it, he just chuckles to himself as he lays out a couple of blankets over the bed. I relax into the bed and sigh, I can’t even remember the last time I slept on a real bed. It must have been around the time we got Kookie, so around 25-28 years ago? Oh god it has been too long. My embarrassment of sharing covers is taken over by my urge to burry myself in the comfort of all these blankets and pillows. Yixing just watches as I burrow under the covers and into the calling warmth.

“Are you having fun?” He chuckles once again.

I nod, “It have been a long time since I’ve slept in a bed and it definitely wasn’t this soft and it sure as hell didn’t smell as good.” The last part kind of slips out and I find myself blushing. I realize that’s why this bed seems so inviting, sure the bed is soft and the blankets are warm but it is his alpha pheromones calling me to him and his territory.

“What do I smell like to you?” He wonders as he crawls on to the bed, he lays on his stomach.

“You smell sweet,” I hum as I try to think of more descriptive words. “You make me think of when I would mix honey in with my tea.”

“I smell like honey tea?” He mocks.

I nod, “I love the smell of honey tea. But before I let you mock me, tell me what I smell like to you.”

“Spring, like the beginning of spring when all the flowers are blooming and everything is waking up after winter.”

I smile, “You said you wanted to ask me a few questions?”

“Aw yes!” He pops up to rest on his elbows, “I actually have more than a few but they are not all my own. Kris hyung and the others were sending me some when I was in my wolf form.”

“I completely forgot about the telepathy.”

He cocks his head in confusion, “You don’t transform often do you?”

I shake my head, “I haven’t transformed in over a year, it makes it harder for people to sense us on their territory when we are in human form.”

“What about before you were out of the army? Did you transform often?”

“Nope, we weren’t allowed to. They thought that if our wolves had the chance to dominate our mind we would rebel.”

“Do you miss transforming?”

“I would like to be able to run freely, I haven’t done that in so long. The last time I let my wolf take over completely was right after we were set free. All of us did it, in turns, half of us went while the others stayed back to keep an eye on your stuff. But when I went out I didn’t come back for a whole day,” I grin at the memory. “It felt so amazing to be that free, I have no idea how I got my wolf to turn back for my pack.”

“Why didn’t you start being a normal female omega after you were freed?”

“In all honesty I was really scared of the idea. I mean even if I started acting like a normal girl and dressed like one my pack would have treated me the same but I didn’t want others to think of me as some weak link. Not to mention it would have added a target on not just my back but my packs as well. Most male packs would kill for a female omega, mate or not, it was something to fuck. I wanted to avoid the attention and at the same time I also didn’t want to loose my title.” I pat my chest proudly, “I am an alpha. I made it into the top hunter party of the blood red army. Even though I didn’t enjoy what I was doing to the innocent I was happy about the fear I could strike into the other soldiers who looked like they were enjoying the horrible things we were doing.”

“My mate is so strong,” He coos.

“What about you?”

“What about me?”

“How did you end up here?” I scoot a little bit closer to him but there is still a massive space in between us on the king sized bed.

“Nothing even near as exciting as your story, my brothers and I just took over this territory from our father and we’ve just expanded it a bit but that is just about it.”

I scoff, “That is not just about it, you are the black dragons! I’ve heard scary stories about you, you guys wiped out the whole entire red ribbon army, while at least most of them. Some were too good to be caught,” I mock with my tongue out.

“We are pretty brutal people, but I don’t want you to know that side of us until you get to know us. I don’t want you to know anything but warmth and love from us.” He reaches out and strokes my head softly.

“Too late for that Hyung,” I chuckle. “I was already attacked by head alpha and shot him, I already know your dark and wild sides, well his not yours.”

“Kris ge,” Yixing corrects.

“Kris ge,” I echo.

He nods, “Ge would not like you being so formal with him, he already feels like you hate him.”

“I don’t hate him.”

“Make sure you let him know that when you see him.”

“He isn’t sleeping this early is he? Could he be doing work or something?”

“He’s most likely working, why?”

“I don’t hate you Kris ge!” I sort of yell, loud enough for him to hear where ever he is in the house but not loud enough to bust an eardrum.

Yixing laughs so hard he has to hold his stomach, “Couldn’t wait could you?”

“I don’t want something like that weighing down on his mind.”

“Such a sweet girl.”

“I’m not usually like this so enjoy it, my hyungs and dongseangs would have a field day with this.”

“I will definitely enjoy this.”

We lay there for hours talking about everything and anything. We slowly scoot closer and closer together until my head is resting on his shoulder. Our hands are collapsed together, fingers intertwined. Yixing has tucked us both under the covers hours ago when the house already started getting colder, his body makes the perfect heater. He offers to sleep on the floor or in another room but I quickly shut that idea down.

“Did you ever feel scared and alone out there being an omega?”

“I felt lots of things when I was out there. I felt weak, scared, stupid, useless, but never once did I feel alone. I always had someone, I always had my pack. Sure some times we would get separated for a little while due to missions but never for more than a day. Loneliness is foreign to me or at least I thought it was.”

“Trust me, you are never going to feel lonely here, there will always be someone trying to get your attention so you can rest easy.”

“Good, I don’t even want to imagine life all by myself,” The horrifying thought has me snuggling into Yixing’s embrace. He doesn’t seem to mind one bit, in facts he wraps his arms around me and pulls me closer.

“Is this okay?”

“This is more than okay,” I mumble as I finally burry my face in the crook of his neck.

“Good, because there was no way in hell I was going to be letting you go.”

 Here you go! *Throws glitter aggressively into your face*