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part three hundred and thirty five
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Round 1: Voting - Pool 1
My name is Kim Jongin. I am 8 years old. Today is my first day of school. I see children around me, most of them crying. I am not. I don’t feel afraid because my older brothers are here. They stand outside the classroom, looking through the window and smiling at me. I smile back. Soon, parents are moving away from the windows. Time to let us kids grow up, they think. But not my brothers. They remain there. Always around to protect me.
Class is over. I have not made any friend yet. But it is ok. I have my brothers. They wait for me at the school gate. I smile as I join them for the walk home.
Junmyeon hyung whistles a song. Minseok hyung calls me cute. Jongdae hyung takes my hand with a smile. I have a big grin on my face. But it disappears when I think about my aunt at home. She scolds me for talking to my “dead brothers”.
She is wrong. The accident hasn’t taken them. They are still here with me. I won’t tell her anymore. It will be just us brothers now. Kim brothers. Forever sticking together.
We are home.
1.02. chenyeol/suho; We all have secrets
relief. just a moment of bliss after the chaos of comeback, rehearsals, new tour, screaming fangirls... even leaders need to unwind, the high after performing keeping him awake and very much hard in his pants. images of plump lips mouthing good job, of big hands running through red hair, of his deliberately exposed arms. fucking tease. this might be wrong but it feels so so right. what he doesn't know won't hurt him. probably. whatever. ngh fuck him. the smell is strong enough to give him another boner but there is no time.
several members later the voice of his consciousness is almost inaudible. after taking care that everything is in place and with one last look at the dirty boxers, he leaves. nothing happened here. except it fucking did.
chen cuckles in the bathroom and types: can i tell you a secret?
phones these days, exposing secrets in hd.
1.03. Baekhyun/Chen; Image
The smoke drifted back into their faces, pushed by the wind. Jongdae's fingers tightened against the railing as he leaned forward, his arms straight, elbows bent. Beside him, the cigarette sat loosely between Baekhyun's fingers. In front of them, the city spread into the distance, punctuated by a tower symbolic of love, the notion of love, the notion of something too ephemeral to exist.
A touch—a cigarette, proffered, an offering. Jongdae nudged his hand away. A sigh, a shrug, another puff of smoke.
The sun hovered at the horizon. It was time, Jongdae thought, to finally go home.
Home.
1.04. Baekhyun/Minseok, Jongdae; We all have secrets
“Thank you so much for helping me,” Baekhyun says from inside of his closet. He tosses a few shirts out behind him. “It’s been so long since I’ve been on a date.”
“I know,” Jongdae mumbles, catching the shirts and laying them out on Baekhyun’s bed.
Baekhyun emerges from the closet with a few more shirts. “Minseok’s your best friend, so I hope you know what he likes.”
“You’re my best friend,” Jongdae says before he can stop himself.
Baekhyun punches him in the shoulder with a grin. “Your other best friend, then,” Baekhyun says, tossing his mess of shirts onto Jongdae’s pile.
No one comes close to you, Jongdae doesn’t say. “Minseok likes blue,” he does say.
Baekhyun grabs a dark blue button down shirt from the pile and slips it on. Jongdae tries not to watch the way the muscles in his shoulders move as he lifts his arms, the way the fabric stretches tight over his back.
“How do I look?” Baekhyun turns back around.
Jongdae drags his eyes up from where Baekhyun’s left three buttons undone. He clears his throat. “Great. Minseok will love it,” Jongdae says, looking away so Baekhyun can’t see his heart breaking.
1.05. sekaiyeol; We all have secrets
“Hurry up, we can’t let the others see us,” Jongin says.
Chanyeol huffs and drops to his knees. “You’re so impatient,” he says, mouthing at the outline of Jongin’s dick through his pants.
“What do you expect when you grope me in the middle of an interview?” Jongin says, leaning back and releasing a groan when Chanyeol unzips his pants.
Sehun starts kissing up Jongin’s neck. “Patience is a virtue,” he whispers.
Chanyeol snorts. “Like you would know.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?” Sehun huffs.
Jongin clears his throat, gesturing to his abandoned dick. “Can we get back to this?”
1.06. Xiumin; Lucky One
Minseok knows the women in white are there to pick him up even before he hears the clacking of their heels outside his door. As expected, the noises stop right outside his cell rather than the others', replaced by the unlocking mechanism's beeping. The women don't speak, though it's not like he requires instruction. He lies down on the gurney they've brought along, allows them to strap him down. Minseok knows how this goes. Knows exactly where they're taking him.
As they wheel him away, he closes his eyes and sees only white -- white uniforms and corridors and bedsheets. The white ceiling of the operating room they've brought him to once he's reopened them.
Unsurprisingly, Kyungsoo is already there, similarly bound but struggling against his restraints unlike Minseok, who watches, passive.
"Procedure will begin in five minutes," the intercom states. Warns. Kyungsoo jerks even more wildly as a woman empties a syringe of a familiar black serum into his bloodstream. Minseok's body relaxes just like Kyungsoo's, and even more so as his restraints are undone.
He's handed his own white lab coat -- the same white as the facility and the sclera of Kyungsoo's pleading eyes.
"Please. My gloves as well."
1.07. Chanyeol/Kyungsoo; Lucky One
Kyungsoo wakes up to Chanyeol combing his hand through Kyungsoo’s hair, pushing the bangs out of his face and letting them fall back into place. Kyungsoo blinks his eyes open and looks up. Chanyeol grins when his eyes meet Kyungsoo’s.
“Good morning, sunshine,” Chanyeol says, ruffling Kyungsoo’s hair. He fits his thumb into the corner of Kyungsoo’s mouth and pushes it into a smile.
Kyungsoo grunts, kicking Chanyeol in the shin under the covers.
“Ouch,” Chanyeol whines, but he doesn’t pull away. He leans forward to kiss Kyungsoo’s forehead. “How did I get so lucky?”
“You’re only lucky I have low standards.”
Chanyeol laughs, pulling Kyungsoo into his arms. Chanyeol falls back asleep like that—wrapped around Kyungsoo, drool pooling at the corners of his mouth. Kyungsoo intertwines their fingers, presses a kiss to Chanyeol’s knuckles, watches the rise and fall of Chanyeol’s breaths.
I’m the lucky one, he thinks.
1.08. baekhyun/yixing; We all have secrets
“i’m more of a dog person,” baekhyun says.
yixing’s silent. he feels pleasantly warm.
“what star sign are you?” baekhyun asks. “let me guess. capricorn? no, sagittarius! aries? libra!”
yixing nods.
“i knew it!” baekhyun laughs. “zodiacs are kind of my sixth sense. feelings, too. i felt our connection from the minute i saw you, in the practice room. are the ropes too right? would you like some patbingsu?”
yixing shakes his head. he doesn’t want patbingsu. he wants to beg for his release, but the red ball in his mouth prevents it.
“i do!” baekhyun trills. “be right back!”
1.09. Chanyeol/Kyungsoo; We all have secrets
Chanyeol places his hands on the sides of Kyungsoo’s face, pulling him in for a kiss. “Want to know a secret?” Chanyeol whispers. He leans in for another kiss before speaking. “I love you.”
Kyungsoo pulls back with a small smile. “I have a secret too.”
“Oh, really?” Chanyeol matches his smile. “What is it?”
“Why don’t you go wait in the bedroom and I’ll tell you in a minute.”
Chanyeol agrees without hesitation. Kyungsoo walks back to the kitchen and grabs the largest knife from Chanyeol’s drawer, watching the way the light reflects off the blade. His grin widens.
1.10. Chen, Chanyeol, D.O; Lucky One
“35AN?”
“Degenerate.”
“354I?”
“Self destructive…”
As the voices trail off in the distance, Jongdae finds himself regaining consciousness. The white lights are blinding. He quickly learns he’s chained down. The metal pierces his neck, making each breath uncomfortable.
Whirring in the background. The sound of an IV drip.
Jongdae can’t remember how he got here.
“Yes, sir. We’ve followed the procedures. 2B9N has been successful thus far. We are keeping an eye on 2B0O. The latter was injected with the blood of the 35x models.”
The voice sounds oddly familiar to Jongdae. Raspy, warm, and welcoming. He hears the voice approaching him and he’s almost sure—
A scream in the distance causes Jongdae to constrict. Kyungsoo.
“Kyungsoo!” Jongdae yells instinctively. “Where are you?! I’m here! Kyungsoo!”
By now, Jongdae is writhing in pain as his movement is restricted. Suddenly, five masked individuals loom over him to pin him down.
“Negative, sir. That was 2B0O just now. We have 2B9N showing violent behavior.”
Then Jongdae sees him. Chanyeol. In a white coat, speaking on the phone.
“Immediately, sir.”
Jongdae gasps. “Chanyeol?”
They make eye contact for a split second, and Chanyeol mouths I’m sorry.
Jongdae loses all feeling in his body.
1.11. sexing; We all have secrets
Starlight spills across the field, the moon asleep, the world dark. A brief respite, a foreign world, the first breath of air after an eternity underwater. Hands against arms, fingers tangled in fingers, a puff of breath against sensitive skin. He pulls away, giggling helplessly; he’s too old to giggle, but Sehun’s never too old to tease.
“Cute hyung,” Sehun laughs, and Yixing watches his face scrunch up in the dim light. The grass prickles a little against his skin, and the tail end of summer borders the chill side of cool.
In the distance, faint laughter, raucous, drifts across the woods, carried by lingering bonfire smoke. Yixing stills at the sound—Sehun does too.
“We should go back,” Yixing says.
Sehun breathes out incredulity, and Yixing tugs at him—Sehun gathers him close first.
“When’d you get so small, hyung?”
Yixing can only bury a smile against Sehun’s chest.
1.12. suchen; Image
“This isn’t going how I planned,” Joonmyun whines, falling face first onto his hotel bed.
He was supposed to take Jongdae to the most expensive restaurant in Paris and propose over dessert while a quartet sang Jongdae’s favorite song. Instead, he was somehow pickpocketed, fell into a dirty pond, and ripped his best pair of dress pants.
Jongdae laughs, sitting next to Joonmyun on the bed and gently rubbing his back. “You’re an idiot.”
Joonmyun whines in protest, and Jongdae pinches his side in retaliation.
“You don’t have to do anything special to impress me,” Jongdae says, leaning forward to kiss the soft skin behind Joonmyun’s left ear. “I already want to marry you.”
“Really?” Joonmyun says. He tries to roll over so he can see Jongdae’s face, but he accidentally rolls right off the bed. “Ouch,” he whimpers, burying his face into the carpet.
Jongdae cackles. “Okay, maybe not.”
1.13. Kyungsoo, EXO; Lucky One
"I refuse to believe you’re not cheating," Kyungsoo said flatly. He glared at the eight other members in turn, but they all gave him perfectly innocent looks.
“Cheating? Why would you say that?” Baekhyun said, and Kyungsoo was ready to strangle him.
“Right, hyung, how could we cheat playing rock paper scissors? It’s not like we know what you’ll put out.”
“I don’t know, maybe you have super powers!”
“Don’t be silly, they’re not real,” Joonmyun placated him. “Maybe you’re just really lucky today.”
“Losing three times in a—oh forget it,” Kyungsoo groaned and stood, missing Chanyeol’s victory sign.
1.14. Baekhyun, Kai; We all have secrets
“I can’t believe we’re doing this,” Jongin moans shakily.
Baekhyun glances at Jongin, who’s a trembling mess. He looks ashamed, but Baekhyun doesn’t miss the desire in his eyes.
It turns Baekhyun on even more, wishing he were fucking Jongin, too.
“Shit, I’m gonna come.”
Baekhyun thrusts faster to finish in sync with Jongin. He wishes he could take his time, to fully satiate his lust for the cold flesh, but Jongin’s a damn minute man.
When they finish, Jongin looks at Baekhyun worriedly.
“Don’t worry,” Baekhyun assures him. “They’ll be embalmed tomorrow. This is just between you and me.”
1.15. Chen, Baekhyun; Alice in Wonderland
The world fell away with dizzying clarity, leaving behind a young boy lying in the grass, under a tree. Slowly, his eyes opened, and he sat up, as if from a dream. He remembered falling, falling, falling—remembered the strangest things, remembered a turtle and a gryphon and a beheading happy queen.
But:
“Who in the world am I?”
“Ah, but that’s the great puzzle, isn’t it?” A head popped out, followed by a body, a young man with cat ears on his head, a grin on his face. “Who are you?”
“If I knew I wouldn’t have asked,” the boy said. “Who are you?”
“A cat,” the cat said, even though he was clearly more man than cat. He wasn’t much taller than the boy. The boy wasn’t very tall. “Do you have a name?”
“Probably, but I don’t know it.”
“Then let’s find you one first.”
“But how?”
1.16. Chen/Suho; We all have secrets
Blood smears hot against his skin, feet catching as he stumbles, back hitting the wall with a jagged jolt. In a flash, Jongdae’s fingers curl around his neck, his tongue against his lips, and Joonmyun pulls away, gasping.
Jongdae’s eyes flash in the low light, and a streak of crimson feathers along his cheek.
"What the fuck", he hisses, and Jongdae presses a finger against his lips.
"I could kill you instead", Jongdae says, and his voice is too calm, too poised. Light spills dull against the gun in his other hand—he doesn’t need a reminder.
His heart pounds in his chest—a memory: gentle kitten kisses, bashless smiles, a wreath of sun. A deserted parking lot, deep dusk, eyes dark enough to kill and the curl of a smile with too little remorse.
“Instead of what?”
Quick as a bullet, and Joonmyun’s on his back, and blood—more blood—damp in his hair. Jongdae sits on top of him and how could he have misread the cute barista from his favourite store so badly—
“Instead of keeping this a secret,” Jongdae breathes, and Joonmyun doesn’t have the breath to protest, and Jongdae’s fingers are slender against his wrist.
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