exomeme | part two hundred and fifteen

part two hundred and fifteen

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world cup: exomeme edition: prelims | round one | round two

congratulations team a and team b!
quarter-finals: 07-13 00:00 UTC - 07-15 23:59 UTC
team a - xiuchenlayeol team b - kaibaektaohan

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i will try to contribute what i can ;~;

It's ok anon! Just try your best to contribute something and have fun

everything counts ♥

it's still early dw ;)

what would that accomplish lmao i'd rather my teammates post what they got lol i'll get motivated if we're active! cmom team b!!

theme: scifi

vague blade runner au where kai is a replicant that comes to life and sehun deckard is the blade runner sent to find him

(ft. blade runner the movie clips + some wonky contrast/color effects)

da +2

animation! intermission, between part 2 and part 3.

897 words.

forgot links! episode two:

episode three:

tao

intermission.

When Yixing falls in love for the first time, he realises abruptly that he has felt this way before. Like most things that happen in life, the timing isn't convenient, and he doesn't get the luxury to ponder the thought as he's lying in bed with nothing else to do. No, he's in the middle of making out with Ye Jin, her tongue halfway down his throat, and this is three months before the gaokao so even after he sits up so fast he hits his head against the wall and stammers an unreasonable reason as to why he has to quickly leave, he doesn't have the time.

Ye Jin is pretty. They'd met one day at a cafe - the Starbucks on his street, to be exact - and met again a few days later, and again, and again. Ye Jin wears her hair in two tails that bounce off her shoulders. She wears glasses that make her round face seem even rounder, and Yixing thinks it's cute the way she gets flustered when he points it out. She has dimples, and they appear often when she smiles. She's not very good at cooking, or sewing, or anything to do with homemaking, but she's a whiz at science and has an amazing voice and these days, when Yixing has the sparest moment of time to think about writing songs, the songs are for her.

"Something on your mind?"

Yixing blinks. He's sitting at the dinner table, chopsticks resting between his fingers, against the bowl. His parents are working late again - his grandparents sit across from him. He smiles, shakes his head.

"Nothing, waipo, I'm just a little tired." He shrugs, laughs a little, scratches at the back of his neck. His grandparents look at him with concern, and he puts down his chopsticks so he can wave his hands earnestly in dismissal. "Really, I'm fine!"

His grandfather clucks, and reaches across the table to serve some qincai onto Yixing's plate. "The government these days. Children are supposed to be playing."

His grandmother is shaking her head, but says nothing. They've had this conversation before. Everyone's had this conversation before. Yixing gives her a wry smile, and turns back to picking at his dinner.

His grandparents discuss something they saw on the news today - was it true that eating bananas and strawberries made mosquitos more attracted to you? Yixing listens half-attentively, answering in vague nods and head tilts as he finishes his meal. He takes his bowl to the sink.

"Just leave it there," his grandmother says. "I'll take care of it."

"Thank you," Yixing says. He turns the tap on, filling his empty bowl to soak. The cold water runs over his hand, and it's several seconds before he pulls it back and turns off the tap, turning to tell his grandparents he's going to his room before he leaves the kitchen.

There's a picture tacked to the wall of him and Ye Jin. It was taken at the theme park a few weeks ago. He has an arm around Ye Jin's shoulder, and she holds up a v sign with her other hand. There's a pair of floppy dog ears on her head, and Yixing wears a matching headband with rabbit ears. He'd accidentally dropped ice cream on her that day. He remembers that clearly.

His room is a gathering of relics through the years he's lived here. Goodbye presents from old classmates, small souvenirs from class trips, the tiny rocket sitting on his bookshelf that his dad had brought him back one day. His guitar sits in a corner, gathering dust. Next to it, on the floor, old composition notebooks. At the bottom, the one he'd submitted once, to the youth songwriting competition. That had been before Yifan had... had moved away. He hadn't won, but they had invited him to go to Beijing, anyway.

He'd gone to see the pandas.

In the bottom drawer of his desk, there is an old tea tin. Letters, received and written and unsent. The addresses vary. Then, one had come back, returned. Address had changed. No address to forward to.

Beijing had been busy, just like Yixing remembered it. He'd gone by himself - his parents decided he was old enough to. He'd stayed with a family friend. They had a four year old daughter, and a dog. The train ride there had been quiet and uneventful. He'd listened to his cd player until he'd fallen asleep, and when he woke up, he'd been there. In Beijing.

There'd been a pang then, as he'd stepped off the train. He looked across the platform, at the sea of people milling, pushing, crowding. Somewhere, there was someone waiting for him.

He'd felt that pang, that clutching in his chest, as if he suddenly couldn't breathe - but just as suddenly as it'd washed over him, it had disappeared.

That time, he'd simply accepted it, forgotten it. Left it behind in the tea tin.

But just like rockets eventually fell back to earth, memories he'd left to orbit would eventually come back to where they'd begun.

To be honest, Yixing can't even remember what Lu Han looks like anymore. He remembers flower petals falling like snow, and he remembers sharp, warm fondness, and an ache in his throat as they sang and sang until their voices were all but gone.

anon *____* this is so awesome

wow

sa i hope someone writes fic about this

exo's cover ft. tts

ty anon!! let's get those hat tricks ;)

😩 he can still look so buff sometimes even tho hes skinnier now

what is this illusion

highly anticipating the first free kick *_*

Continuing from the other one ^o^

collapseuuu

baektaochen

Crime theme, 547w, team multiplier

Lesson 2: B is for Balls

You need to have great courage. Balls of steel.

Minseok was the cool hyung in their squad. Hardly anything fazed him, and the other three had always looked up to him because of their hyung’s seemingly undeterred focus.

That was until their New Year mission.

Their boss had given them the mission to assassinate a well-known member of another crime ring during the New Year’s celebration using the cacophony of lights and noise as their cover. A scream wouldn’t be out of place during all the drunken celebrations, so in theory, it would have been easy to complete the mission.

That was theory though, and if their boss had learned anything from working with Team A, he should have known that things don’t always go as planned on paper. What surprised him though, was who caused the mission to fail. He had been expecting it to be either Jongdae or Chanyeol (their track records weren’t exactly the best), but, he should have expected the unexpected.

The team had arrived at the party where their victim was supposed to be partying that night. Sure enough, they managed to locate him, tall, blonde, ostentatious, and extremely drunk.

Jongdae, ever the strategist, whispered, “Chanyeol and I will do distraction, Yixing can bait, and Minseok can go in for the kill. We good?”

Everyone nodded, setting the plan into action.

Yixing had lured him to the private rooms while Jongdae and Chanyeol tried to distract the rest of the party by being obnoxious party-goers (last Yixing heard, as he led the victim to the room where Minseok was waiting, was that they were doing flaming body shots off each other).

Yixing opened the door to the penthouse suite, and the victim collapsed inside, a giggling mess on the floor. Minseok looked at him in distaste.

“Well, this is going to be simple.”

Yixing handed over the victim to Minseok, and gave him a slight nod.

“I’ll be waiting outside. Call me if you need anything, or if you need help disposing the body after you’re done,” said Yixing.

Yixing exited, leaving Minseok alone with the victim, who was now regaining a bit of consciousness and sanity. Minseok backed him into the corner of the room and took out his gun.

The victim’s eyes opened wide and he opened his mouth to scream when suddenly—

BOOM

The fireworks all blew off, signaling the start of the new year, and Minseok was startled, his sudden fear of loud noises getting to him. He closed his eyes as the explosions got louder, and shot blindly at the victim (he couldn’t miss a drunk victim in a corner, right?). He felt a tug on his feet and opened his eyes, the victim was holding him and vomiting on him and—

Ew, no, fuck, vomit, fuck, fuck, shit – was all Minseok could think. With the loud bangs from outside and the vomit all over his clothes, his mind was a mess. He couldn’t focus anymore and all he could think about were the germs crawling all over his skin from the wet bile his victim was throwing up on him.

So he did the only thing he could do.

“Yixing,” cried Minseok, in a strangely hysterical high pitched voice, “help!”

ty! i hope you enjoy it~

it's kind of cliche welp /o\ lay is one of the many cases of people that are forced into the sex industry by false promises of work and exorbitant debts. sehun always had been a troublemaker, left home and hung around the wrong crowd

lay hates sehun, ofc he works for the guys that conned him into sex slavery and sehun's every little bit as hateful, rude and violent as the previous man that was in command before him

sehun is attracted to lay as soon as he sees him dancing and mostly always requests lay for free sex. sehun's flirty with everyone and especially with lay because although lay shows honest reactions during sex, off of it he acts very cold and detached so sehun enjoys playing with him. sehun likes to bait him with personal stuff as giving lay permission to call his family from his phone and observing him while he does so or flaunting things lay likes in front of him but not let him have it. lay knows what he's doing and tries to not care much for sehun's general affections but plays along because he wants to be on sehun's good graces and avoid trouble

they both act very on/off with each other, sometimes sehun acts jealous other times he tries to make lay jealous by asking for someone else, sometimes he acts like lay isn't there. lay tries to not be affected in the long run, especially since he'd feel awful with himself if he fell for sehun. and if sehun ever admitted to himself he could like lay, he wouldn't set him free of his debt anyway, he'd rather have him under his watch all the time

tl;dr they hate/love and like being miserable and awful to each other

thank you, i hope you like it! listen to lay's side if you want sultry songs and sehun's side if you want jazzy rnb songs

tao enjoying the ride

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