When I went back in search of our neighborhood street, the street had aged so much. You could feel that the time had passed. i can’t go back to my youth, or to this street. They are both the same. Time will always flow. Everything will pass by. That might be why youth is beautiful. It shines, blindingly bright, for just an instant. But you can never go back to it. 1988. This is the end of our Ssangmundong story. Longing for that time and longing for that street isn’t because I miss the younger version of myself. In that place, where we won’t be able to gather like that again, I regret being unable to say my final farewell. To the things that are already gone, to a time that has already passed, I want to say a belated farewell. Goodbye, my youth. Goodbye, Ssangmundong.
I’m still amazed that they ‘kept a straight face’/’stayed in character’ the entire time. If I had to do this with a close friend of mine I would’ve cracked up. But I suppose that’s why I am not an actor/performer (because I would suck at it.) xD
On another note, I think I was strangely more attracted to 성열 as a girl than anything. It was pretty hot. lmao. (I feel like Sungjong had the easiest job of staring at Sungyeol the whole time because dude looked dayumn good as a woman.)
His knuckles are white from gripping the steering wheel so tight. His
mind is going a hundred miles an hour every single thing running threw is mind
is about her, their baby, his baby. Something is wrong, it’s bad enough for
Suho to call him at work so it must be really bad. The car isn’t going fast
enough for any of the three men in the car, but getting pulled over at the
moment isn’t something they want to deal with, their patience is wearing thin.
When they finally pull up to their home, the driver and the oldest of the group
is already out of the car and busting into the front door.
Xiumin finds them in the living room, the younger two aren’t far behind,
stopping right on his heels in the doorway to the living room. All of them are
there, scattered on the floor, or standing by the window, Sehun is on the couch
with their baby on his lap. Her face is buried in his neck, his arms are around
her, rubbing small circles on her back. With a blanket over her, it would
appear that she is sleeping but they can see her shaking and watch as Sehun
tries to calm her.
“What happened?” Luhan asks Suho.
Suho looks to Chanyeol to explain, “We walked into the classroom that
Joon told us to meet in and we see him on the floor with Jooyoung crouching
Tao continues, “When we tried to go towards her, she freaked out and
backed into a corner. She yelled at us to stop. She was afraid of us.”
“What happened to Joon?” Kris asks threw clenched teeth, as he, like the
others, tries his best to control his anger.
“He got a good beating, but he’s down in the dungeon for now, we wanted
to make sure she’s okay before we deal with that.” Suho answers.
“Did you guys stop him before he had the chance to do anything?” Lay, who
hadn’t been there for more then five minutes looks to the younger boys.
The six who had been there share a look. What had happened in the room
had already been discussed, earning Joon a few broken fingers when Kai
accidently slammed his hand in the car door. They know Jooyoung is listening
and is already uncomfortable telling them and having them tell each other over
“She stopped him,” Sehun says a bit proudly.
Kai chuckles, “Broke his nose.”
“That’s our girl,” Kris smiles softly as he sits down on the couch next
to her and Sehun.
“We just came in to finish the job,” Tao adds in.
“I’ll deal with him in a little bit,” Xiumin finally speaks for the first
time since hearing the news.
“I’m surprised you’re so calm about this,” Kai says without a thought,
earning a swat from his hyungs close by.
“I’m not fucking calm,” Xiumin’s tone turns icy as he gives them all a
horrifying smile. “It is taking all of my self control not to go down there and
kill him. I just want to see her, to make sure she is okay. Can I see her? Is
she still afraid?” They are all surprised when his tone shifts so suddenly to
something so warm and worried.
“Can you let them see you baby?” Sehun whispers to her. She had only
stopped crying a few minutes ago so she can imagine how horrible she looks.
Only Sehun and Suho have been able to see her bruised face and bloodshot eyes.
“Only if they don’t get mad or yell,” Her small voice mumbles, just loud
enough for them to hear. Never in their years of living had they been so happy
to hear someone’s voice.
“We will be good daddies,” Sehun reassures her with a kiss on the top of
the head. With a deep breath she sits up straight on Sehun’s lap and hesitantly
turns around to look at everyone. Kris and Sehun are the first to see her, like
she had worried her eyes are puffy and red. The bruise on her cheek reaches up
under her eye, a deep purple covers most of her cheek, it looked painful even
to the boys.
At first Kris is happy that their baby will let them see her but the
minute he sees his poor baby’s swelled face he wishes he were down in the
dungeon tearing that bastards fingers off one by one, and from the way Sehun is
clenching his jaw, he knows the younger boy feels the same. The other ten
waiting all gasp at the sight, Xiumin is in front of her faster then she could
have thought possible with Chen, Lay, and Kyungsoo hovering behind him, smart
enough not to get in the older man’s way. Xiumin places both hands gently on
her cheeks, his thumbs brush over them, trying to make the pain and tearstains
He leans down as places a dozen kisses on her bad cheek, “I’m so sorry
baby, I should have protected you.”
“It’s not your fault,” She tries to give him a smile but it falters when
a shot of pain spreads threw her face.
“Are you hurt anywhere else?” Lay asks, scanning her and finding a few
busies on her legs.
“I’m fine, I’m just really tired,” She yawns cutely.
“You should go take a nap,” Suho suggest.
“Can daddy Sehun stay with me?”
Sehun smiles at her, “Of course baby, I’ll stay with you as long as you
All the boys felt a pang of envy for the younger, she picked him, she
clung to him even after the others had tried to take her away she stuck to him.
Sehun takes her out of the room, taking all the light with him, leaving the
eleven men in the darkness that they know. Without a word they all file threw
the house to the secret staircase behind a bookshelf in the hall to the
dungeon. The dimly lit halls lead them to another hall, but this one has cells
with begging or crying men inside. They reach their pale arms threw the bars,
their annoying cries echo off the wall, begging for their freedom or their
families safety, the boys are too focused to really care. At the end of them
hall they reach the door separating them from the man who hurt their baby.
Xiumin is the first in, the massive concrete room has only a single light
bulb hanging from the ceiling right above the slouching boy. Tied tightly in a
chair the boy is trembling as he tires to pull his hands free of the bindings.
He knows too well what is going to happen to him. Joon is the son of a close
family friend, whose father works under the boys. He had heard his father
telling horror stories about that happens in the Kim’s legendary dungeon. But
the poor bastard doesn’t under stand what had earned him a chair in this hell
The girl. That little fucking bitch is what got him here. He wants to ask
which one of them she had gotten her claws into but from the way all of them
are glaring at him, he figures it must be all. It would be a lie if he didn’t
say he is amazed that the slut is able to get all twelve to kill a close friend
just for fucking with her. He finds himself chucking, “Wow Hyung, that bitch
has got you whipped.”
Bad decision, Xiumin punches him, more blood pours from his nose and his
mouth. His already broken nose only gets more fucked up.
“Don’t you ever fucking dare say something like that about our Joo,” Suho
“Is her pussy that fucking amazing that you guys would want to piss of my
father just because I fucked the bitch up?” Joon chuckles hoping his friends
will laugh along with him and let him go, but no such luck. In fact Kris heads
toward a table filled with tools and other torture devices.
Kris chuckles humorlessly, “Your father won’t do shit even when we send
your head to his door. Because with your head will be a note telling him about
what you did. You broke a rule Joon.”
“What did I do?” Joon yells, “I barely touched that bitch!”
“That bitch? That bitch is our baby!” Chen growls, surprising Joon, Chen
is never the type to raise his voice or even say anything rude.
When his closest friend Chanyeol comes forward he almost lets out a sigh
of relief, that is until he sees the pliers in his hand. His face drains,
“Yeol, what are you doing? Why are you doing this? I thought we were friends?”
Chanyeol laughs, he places a large hand on the boys shoulder, “Friends? I
told you a hundred times not to touch, to not even fucking look at her! But you fucking touched her. You hit her, you made our
baby cry. You made her afraid of us, because of you she saw our dark sides,
something our innocent little baby should never see. You told her bad things
about us. You took her beautiful smile off her face. Because of that, we each
get a minute to do whatever we want to you,” Chanyeol smiles. “As you know, I
think your smile is important, so someone as disgusting as you doesn’t deserve
such a nice smile. I’m going to make this right.”
My baby looks so broken, she won’t even look me in the eye as I stare
down at her, her gorgeous eyes are focused on our feet. The bath is filling
behind me, it’s only half full now, after five minutes of her asking to bathe
herself. I understand that she wants to be alone, that she might not want
anyone touching her after something like that but I don’t want to leave her
alone with her thoughts. She could talk herself into the wrong thing, she could
think of all the reasons she should run away from us, I’ll be having none of
that. I still feel the deep satisfaction of her picking me over all of the
others to comfort her still buzzes threw me. I find myself smirking at the
memory of their glares. She’s all mine for the moment.
“Baby,” I order softly as I grip the hem of her sweater. Reluctantly she
raises her hands above her head to allow me to remove it, next is her button up
that comes off without much of a fight. She surprises me by pushing my hands
away from her tank top, she holds the hem down tightly, more tears begin
welling in those beautiful hazel, cat like eyes of hers’.
“Please daddy, you’re going to get mad if you see it,” She mumbles out.
“I don’t want you to get mad.”
“Why would I get mad baby?” I try my best to keep my voice soft but we
both know there is poison behind it. My mind is racing a million miles an hour
at the thought of what she could be afraid of me seeing. What else could that
bastard could have done to you?
“I told you earlier, he kicked me, hard. I think there is going to be a
bruise but I don’t want you to get mad.”
“I can’t promise that baby, I’m honestly fuming at the thought that he
actually kicked you. But I promise I’ll behave,” I give her a soft smile which
is enough encouragement for her to show me. But my smile drops the moment I see
the purple blotch on her side, it feels as if my heart has been ripped right
out of my chest.
My baby, my little ball of sunshine and rainbows and all that is good in
the world, was beaten. That asshole marked our little kitten, a nickname I’ve
grown fond of when I think about her. I drop to my knees in front of her and
pull her close, peppering kisses all over her stomach, surprisingly earning me
a precious giggle from her. Never in my like have I seen such a beautiful sight
of that little grin on her face, even with the bruise she is the most beautiful
woman I’ve ever seen. I can’t believe I’ve only been able to look at her for a
week, that I’ve gone my whole life without it is amazing.
“Daddy, stop it,” She giggles as I continue.
“I just want to kiss the pain away,” My hold on her tightens, “tell me
where it hurts, daddy will kiss it better.”
“It hurts everywhere,” She answers honestly.
“Daddy will make all of it better.”
I remove her skirt and panties, until her cute frame is in front of me
shivering like a leaf in absolutely nothing. Never in my life have I been so
amazed by the female form. Her petite frame lacks nothing when it comes to
curves, with a perfect chest that he knows for a fact feel as good as they look
and hips that would make any woman jealous. I help her into the water and sit
on the edge, my hand swirls around in the water.
“Are they going to kill him?” She asks out of nowhere. I pause for a
moment, hesitant on whether the truth is best or not. But when I look at her
and see her staring strait back at me, I figure honesty is the best policy.
She nods, “Are you upset that you aren’t down there?”
Another question I wasn’t expecting, “No, I’m happy where I am, here with
“Really?” There is a cuteness to her that usually isn’t there.
I nod, “I wouldn’t want to be anywhere else in the world right now.” She
smiles down at the water. “Are happy here, right now? Or even in this house,
are you happy baby?”
She’s hesitant, “I’m not sure. I don’t want to be anywhere else right
“When I was with that guy, even thinking about all the bad things I know
you could have done I still wanted you guys to be the ones to save me.” She
pauses, “Have you ever killed a person?”
Without any hesitation I answer, “Yes.”
“Do you regret it?”
I shake my head, “I don’t regret a single one.”
“Does that change your idea of me?”
Her head shakes no.
“Do you still love me?” The words surprise me but her automatic nod
surprises me even more. “You love me?”
“I love all of my daddies, even if I don’t like what you do, or what you
It’s as if my heart stops, I don’t want to ever leave this moment, I want
to hear her say that over and over again until time runs out. She loves us. She
EXO (OT9) - Reaction to Wanting Another Member’s Comeback Outfit Which Their S/O Designed
Minseok: Minseok wanted to come visit you at your work space. After greeting you and visiting for a bit he noticed the outfit on the mannequin that you were currently working on. “And who is this for?” You looked over and saw him feeling the fabric and playing with it a bit. “Well it was supposed to be for Baekhyun.” He gave a smirk and looked over at you playfully. “What do you think about me wearing it?” You walked over to join him putting your arm through his. “Well I think you look sexy in anything. But if this is what you want then your wish is my command. You guys are almost the same measurements anyways, easy fix.” You saw the joy in his eyes as he took in the clothing one last time before he became distracted, “Sexy in anything huh?”
Junmyeon: Jun had looked over at your design plans a few days ago, but was unable to bring up the fact to you that he preferred the outfit you had planned for Jongin. Of course, the boy was younger than him, however he still felt like he could work the sexy outfit. When he was holding you in his arms on the couch he finally spoke up, “Y/N, do you have something against me wearing a shirt that shows my chest off.” You turned your head around immediately denying that fact. Then you remembered something you had found earlier. “Is this about the comeback outfit?” Jun tried to act nonchalant about it, as if he didn’t know what you were talking about. You couldn’t help but laugh, “Jun, you left a note to yourself in my book. ‘Talk to Y/N about changing outfit.’” His face turned red as he formed a guilty smile. “So?” You moved to softly kiss the spot between his neck and jaw, “All you had to do was ask silly goose. I’m just worried that those fans of yours won’t be prepared for your sexiness.” He giggled and pulled you closer, “Oh yes, it is going to be a full out attack.”
Yixing: Although Yixing wouldn’t be participating in the promotions of the comeback, he was still going to need an outfit for the music video. As he was flipping through your designs he mentioned how much he liked Jongdae’s outfit. He said all of them were amazing as usual but you kept that little comment in the back of your mind. When you finally showed him the outfits for the video and pulled out the one Jongdae was supposed to wear you saw the glint in his eye. “He’ll really like it.” You gave a small smile, “Well I would hope that you like it since it is yours.” His expression was full of excitement as he got up to walk over to it. “Can I try it on?!” You nodded and he kissed you sweetly. “Thank you baobei!”
Baekhyun: Baekhyun was obvious when it came to the fact that he wanted the outfit you were making for Kyungsoo. He came out flaunting the prototype jacket when you were still making alterations to it. “Baek please don’t mess with it, I haven’t finished yet.” You tried to be serious but couldn’t stop laughing at the ridiculous faces and gestures he was making; spinning and moving his arms in a weird manner. When he was finished with his fashion show, he made his way over to you and wrapped you in his arms showering you with kisses. “I think it suits me best, Kyungsoo can wear something else.”
Jongdae: You were struggling with figuring out the colors you wanted Sehun’s outfit to be. You were stuck between two different colors and decided to use your boyfriend’s opinion for the final decision. “This one,” he said pointing at the color you were originally going to decide on, of course you should have gone with your gut feeling. He examined the design and noted that you had written Sehun’s name in the corner. “You know what Jagi, I have another excellent idea.” You looked over expectantly. “Why not give me this outfit instead.” You thought for a moment and then nodded. Then raised a fist in the air signaling his victory. “Hey now, you only chose that color because you wanted it for you to begin with!” He giggled and you returned it with an amused smile. “You know that I can totally rock that.” He wasn’t wrong.
Chanyeol: “Jagiya….” Chanyeol creeped up and wrapped his arms around your waist. He was using the same tone he used when he was begging you for something or when he wanted to be babied. Your lip curved a bit when you thought about what he could possibly want. “You know how you showed me your plans for the comeback outfits…” Your voice had become as playful as his, “Yes Yeollie.” He turned his head down toward yours, “And you know how nice Yixing hyung’s is, well they are all amazing, but I mean his in particular.” You tried to hold in your giggle, already predicting his request. “Mhmm,” you brought your arms up around his. “Well could you maybe make that for me instead?” You let go of his arms and he released his hold on you as you turned to face him. You stared at him for a moment with a very serious look on your face. His eyes widened, suspecting you to tell him no. But a smile broke on your face as the giggles escaped from your chest. “Of course, why were you so nervous?” You moved to wrap your arms around his neck and pull his face closer to yours due to your height difference. He blushed a bit before answering, “You can be kind of intimidating.” You gave a shocked expression but he kissed it away after matching it with a silly one of his own.
Kyungsoo: Kyungsoo usually didn’t care about fashion. You were aware that he felt most comfortable in black clothing so you were going to prepare a black shirt. However, when Soo noticed the outfit that was designed for Junmyeon he immediately showed interest in the colorful material. “I really like this one Y/N. Maybe I should forgo the black.” You turned to his usual serious face and smirked as you changed the material from his shirt to the material of Junmyeon’s. A little smile broke over his face as he nodded in agreement.
Jongin: While looking over your designs on your computer, your boyfriend seemed to be looking over your shoulder. You were currently planning Minseok’s outfit, reviewing your choices. “What are you working on?” Nini rested his head on your shoulder and you could imagine the inquisitive smirk on his face. “Min’s outfit for the comeback, I am saving yours for last.” You heard him make a muffled sound and then turned your head in response. “What is it Jongin?” He moved to meet your eyes, “I like that one, maybe you could make that one for your amazing boyfriend instead of hyung.” You let out a giggle, amused by the young man’s request. “I suppose, only if my amazing boyfriend brings me some coffee, I need some caffeine to function.” He scrunched his nose but came back several minutes later with your hot beverage. Jongin kissed your cheek as he placed the cup down on the table.
Sehun: When this fashionista was looking over the clothes you were planning to give to Chanyeol for their comeback performance he threw a bit of a fit. “Why couldn’t I wear that Jagi?!” You were amused by his annoyance but eventually gave in by letting him ultimately wear the outfit instead. “Alright, now you need to tell me what Yeol should wear.” He pulled you onto his lap and giggled, “This should be fun.”