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01. Chen/Baekhyun; Artificial Love - Team Lay
02. chanlay; Artificial Love - Team Chanyeol
03. Suho; Trust me on this one - Team Suho
04. suho/lay; Image (Ferris Wheel) - Team Lay
05. Xiumin/Baekhyun; Image (Keyhole) - Team Xiumin
06. Suho/Chen; Trust me on this one - Team Xiumin
07. Kai/Chen; Artificial Love - Team Lay
08. Baekhyun/Kyungsoo; Artificial Love - Team Chanyeol
09. Chanyeol, Suho; The Little Prince - Team Suho
10. xiubaek; Image (Ferris Wheel) - Team Chanyeol
11. Sehun, Suho; Artificial Love - Team Suho
12. chanyeol/kyungsoo; Image (Keyhole) - Team Chanyeol
13. Chen/Xiumin; Artificial Love - Team Suho
14. xiubaek; The Little Prince - Team Lay
15. Chen/Suho; Image (Ferris Wheel) - Team Xiumin
16. laysoo; Trust me on this one - Team Lay
17. Suho/Lay; The Little Prince - Team Lay
18. Chanyeol/Sehun; Image (Ferris Wheel) - Team Xiumin
19. chanlay; Artificial Love - Team Xiumin
20. Chanyeol/Lay; Artificial Love - Team Lay
21. baekhyun/chanyeol; Image (Ferris Wheel) - Team Xiumin
22. D.O/Lay; Image (Ferris Wheel) - Team Lay
24. chansoo; Artificial Love - Team Chanyeol
25. Baekhyun/D.O.; Artificial Love - Team Xiumin

DQ. chensoo; The Little Prince - Team Xiumin


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01. Chen/Baekhyun; Artificial Love - Team Lay

He crafts the face first, and the heart last.

The skin is cool to the touch as Jongdae attaches the arm. He glances at the still open chest, the vacant space in the center, waiting for something he’s not yet ready to give. But the outside—it’s almost habit now; fixing the joins, smoothing down the skin, until the body is as unremarkable as any human’s.

He’s lost count of how many he’s made.

(“It’s not like you need the money,” Baekhyun says. He drapes himself over Jongdae’s shoulders, as Jongdae works on the fine joints in the fingers.

“No, but people always need companions,” he says. “Memories.”

“Well, you have me. I’m not a memory.”

“You’re just an annoyance,” Jongdae laughs.)

Baekhyun had been his first. Baekhyun had been problem after problem that Jongdae had fixed and fixed. Baekhyun had been heart first and face last, because Jongdae had been young and shattered, and Jongdae had needed his heart.

Baekhyun sits in the corner, unresponsive, and Jongdae turns back to his work.

This time, the face is a mirror of his own.

This time, he wants to know what it was that Baekhyun had loved. That Baekhyun had made.








02. chanlay; Artificial Love - Team Chanyeol

Yixing had heard of companions one could find at the mall—coming in all sorts of shapes and sizes, fitting whatever needs one might have. He wasn't exactly lonely, but it would be nice to have someone listen to the music he spent his days composing.

So Yixing took his time researching and renovating, visiting the mall each week looking for a suitable companion until he found the perfect model: he was tall and slender, with soft hair and dark eyes that sparkled under the artificial lights of the store. But it was the pair of headphones hanging from his neck each week that really caught Yixing's eye—and became the deciding factor.

Moving him was a little cumbersome with the extra half foot of height he had on Yixing, but with some careful maneuvering and a large-sized car trunk, Yixing managed to get him home.

Now he was stretched out on Yixing’s bed, legs curved gently together where they were bound, eyes bright and shimmering as they stared back at him when Yixing brushed a hand through his hair.

"My very own human," Yixing said with a smile as he plugged himself in to the wall for the night.








03. Suho; Trust me on this one - Team Suho


Junmyeon can only hear blood pounding in his ears, his world muted despite the managers still speaking. Chanyeol’s already yelling, but Junmyeon doesn't know how to even find words when the only ones in mind are lawsuit and what now? Betrayal tightens his throat, traps even those words inside.

As the others are herded out of the waiting room, still in make-up and stage outfits, he hears someone say “We’re taking you back home.”

“It’s our comeback – we’re even expected to win.” He can’t stop himself. “Everyone will be watching.”

“Exactly.” Yongmin says, sympathetic.

“One of us should be here.” They both know that’s not true though. The boys watch him, and Junmyeon wonders, worries about them. “I’m staying.” He sounds stronger than he feels, will need to from now on. “I will never let us down.”




Even on a crowded stage, Junmyeon feels everyone’s eyes on him. The others should be safely sequestered away already, every stumble and tremble escaping scrutiny.

This is what a leader does, he tells himself firmly, gripping onto the proof of all of their efforts. No one’s taking this away from them.

He clears his parched throat and brings his microphone to his lips.








04. suho/lay; Image (Ferris Wheel) - Team Lay

“I’ve always wanted to ride a ferris wheel,” Yixing says happily. Joonmyun laughs as Yixing alternates peering out the window and jumping back every time the carriage sways in the wind or comes to a stop.

“You’re scared of heights,” Joonmyun points out.

Yixing pouts and sits down next to Joonmyun, the carriage tilting with the uneven weight. “Yeah, but it’s a ferris wheel,” he says. “It’d be even better at night.”

“We can always come back,” Joonmyun says. He gets up to even the carriage out, but sits down heavily when Yixing loops a hand around his thigh.

“Stay here,” Yixing says. He twists his head around to grin up at Joonmyun. Joonmyun shakes his head fondly and pokes his dimple.

“You’re not scared that it’s tilting?” he asks.

Yixing shakes his head, wrapping his arms around Joonmyun’s chest.

“Not with you here,” he says, and Joonmyun’s heart swells.









05. Xiumin/Baekhyun; Image (Keyhole) | Warnings: exhibitionism, voyeurism - Team Xiumin

Minseok loves an audience. He loves the cheers, the compliments and the attention. It makes adrenaline rush through his veins and it makes him feel alive.

Minseok likes moving his body to the music, knows what movements to do to elicit a certain reaction. He knows what a shake of hips can do, what kind of thoughts he's suggesting when his delicate fingers brush along the surface of his thighs, knows which tone of voice drives someone insane.

His skin breaks into goosebumps as orgasm flows through him and Minseok glances at the keyhole wondering if Baekhyun liked the show.








06. Suho/Chen; Trust me on this one - Team Xiumin

There's not enough time. They're coming.

"We need to go!" Junmyeon yells over the noise of the maze collapsing. There's smoke and debris everywhere, filling in their lungs, intoxicating them. It's nearly over.

One by one they all take the small pill and jump over the vortex. All of them follow his lead except for Jongdae.

It's always been different for them, between the two of them.

Junmyeon puts the remaining pills on each of their mouths and pulls Jongdae towards him by the hand, covering Jongdae's lips with his. Both of them swallow at the same time as they kiss, tasting of ashes and chemical residue with a hint of despair.

Take the leap with me, Jongdae's eyes seem to plead. Junmyeon's face is impassive as he tightens the grip on Jongdae's hand before pushing him over the vortex alone.


Jongdae comes to church bells ringing and dark clouds threatening the whole of Almaty. Whether it's a coincidence or not, he isn't surprised that it starts raining after another of his recurring dreams. He doesn't know what they mean but he always finds comfort in the soft whisper he hears before waking up:

We'll find each other. Trust me.








07. Kai/Chen; Artificial Love - Team Lay

“You didn’t actually fall in love with it, did you?”

Through Jongin’s silence, Jongdae found his answer.


Jongin unexpectedly became sick at the age of six. Jongdae came home from school one afternoon, ready to play some Nintendo at Jongin’s place, when suddenly his mom told him he couldn’t go.

He’s sick. You can visit him tomorrow.

Tomorrow came two weeks later.

Machines and wires attached to Jongin’s pale body. People in white coats. The smell of sterility. Jongdae quickly realized Jongin was sicker than he had thought.


“He’s irreplaceable.”

Those words cut Jongdae deep, pent up jealousy and frustration over the years brewing inside of him.


Jongdae went to America for two months when he was twelve. The entire time there, Jongdae just wanted to be home with Jongin.

When he did return, a new face greeted him.

“His name’s Yixing. an AI. My mom bought him for me because you were gone.”


Jongdae had trouble at first adjusting to a new presence in their friendship, but he saw how it lit up Jongin’s eyes. That light was completely gone from Jongin now.

It hurts Jongdae too much. I’ve been with you since the beginning, he thinks. Not him.








08. Baekhyun/Kyungsoo; Artificial Love - Team Chanyeol

Baekhyun watches the way Kyungsoo laughs at something one of Baekbeom’s groomsmen said, his hand reaching out and searching for Baekhyun’s. Baekhyun meets him halfway, letting Kyungsoo pull him in. Kyungsoo pinches him in the side.

“Hi,” Baekhyun says instantly, nodding at the groomsman. “It’s nice to see you again.”

They make idle small talk. Baekhyun can’t stop thinking about Kyungsoo’s hand resting on the small of his back. Kyungsoo pulls away, but Baekhyun can still feel the heat of his touch long after.

“You’re good at this wedding stuff,” Kyungsoo says after Baekhyun has finally managed to excuse himself. “I don’t think you even needed me here.”

“Of course I did,” Baekhyun says. “Mom wouldn’t let me come without a date.”

Kyungsoo chuckles. “Then you could’ve gotten a real date.”

Baekhyun tries to laugh along, but he can only manage half a smile.

“But I wanted you,” he says.








09. Chanyeol, Suho; The Little Prince - Team Suho

“That book was actually meant for you,” Chanyeol admits grudgingly once Minseok’s out of earshot. He doesn’t know why he even bothers – Junmyeon had been thrilled with Kyungsoo’s vitamins, had obviously meant for that self-help book of his to go to Sehun. As responsible as Junmyeon tries to be, it’s hard to deny he plays favorites, and Chanyeol’s never been on his nice list.

There’s something about Junmyeon’s expression now though, under the dim Christmas lights of the hotel room rented out for their latest recording. Not quite skepticism, but there is a question there, written all over his face.

“I’ve already read The Little Prince. Multiple times, even.” His voice is soft, tentative.

“I thought…” Chanyeol hesitates, decides to take Junmyeon’s attention as encouragement for once, “a dorm copy would be nice. And that maybe you could discuss it with me sometime. I could use some new material, for my songwriting?”

There’s a small quirk to Junmyeon’s lips. He reaches up to gently ruffle Chanyeol’s hair like he never has before. “I’d like that.”

Chanyeol looks down at Junmyeon the way he always has. But for once, it feels like he’s finally seeing eye to eye with his hyung.








10. xiubaek; Image (Ferris Wheel) - Team Chanyeol

As the ferris wheel begins to rise, Baekhyun reaches over and grips Minseok’s hand tight. The higher they go, the harder he squeezes.

“Why did you suggest the ferris wheel if you’re scared of heights?” Minseok snorts, but his eyes are soft.

“I’m not scared—ah—” Baekhyun screeches as the ferris wheel lurches.

“Did you just want an excuse to hold my hand?” Minseok teases.

Baekhyun huffs but doesn’t respond. When they finally reach the top, he loosens his hand around Minseok’s. “You can let go now if you want.”

“I never said that,” Minseok says, intertwining their fingers.








11. Sehun, Suho; Artificial Love - Team Suho

“Sehun.”

Junmyeon watches the sharp eyes on his monitor, how naturally they soften upon landing on him. Thin lips curl into a sheepish smile, and he remembers the smirk they replaced – Sehun’s default expression before Junmyeon had expanded his visual references to decades-old SNS accounts overloaded with more casual, cheerful snapshots of his subject. He must’ve clocked in dozens of hours on reprogramming that correction, but it’d been worth it.

“Morning, hyung.” The greeting’s somewhat awkward, syllables slurring together. Junmyeon would suspect a coding error if he hadn’t specifically studied the cadence of the real Sehun’s voice, analyzing every decrepit FLAC file he could dig up in order to perfectly recreate it. “Need your schedule again?”

“No, Sehun,” Junmyeon chuckles, gazing down proudly as his pet project pokes at his desktop’s shortcuts. The avatar idly, unnecessarily, adjusts the seam of its pants with a strange leg wiggle, its mannerisms identical to the real Oh Sehun.

Junmyeon’s no Frankenstein, and there’s no technology yet that could revive famous strangers lost to time. But even if the Sehun of flesh and bone was long gone, maybe one of pixels and codes could outlast even the digital remnants its inspiration had left behind.








12. chanyeol/kyungsoo; Image (Keyhole) - Team Chanyeol

“Here,” Kyungsoo says, sliding a key across the kitchen table.

Chanyeol looks up from where he’s eating breakfast—the breakfast he made in Kyungsoo’s kitchen before Kyungsoo was even awake, as comfortable here as he is in his own home.

“What’s this?” Chanyeol asks.

He’s got a piece of kimchi jeon halfway to his mouth and one piece of rice hanging off his bottom lip. There’s dirty dishes piled on the counter where he left them after cooking and the ingredients haven’t been put away yet—but there’s coffee on the table even though Chanyeol hates the taste, and he’s drawn a heart in Kyungsoo’s rice bowl with kimchi.

“It’s a copy of my key,” Kyungsoo says.

“Kyungsoo—” Chanyeol starts, staring up at Kyungsoo with glassy eyes.

“This looks delicious,” Kyungsoo interrupts, taking his seat at the table and picking up his chopsticks.

Chanyeol stares at him for a beat, before he picks the key up off the table and presses it into his palm. He holds it there for one, two, three seconds before he puts it in his pocket.

Thank you,” Chanyeol whispers in passing, later, while they’re standing side by side doing the dishes.

Kyungsoo smiles.








13. Chen/Xiumin; Artificial Love - Team Suho

“You’re basically my wife anyway,” Minseok replies easily when asked. Jongdae is surprised to find that for once, he doesn’t sound flustered at all. The casual way he accepts the offer actually makes Jongdae’s blood rush to his cheeks, the need to wail into his hands growing ever stronger.

“How are you so calm about this?” he whines instead, face pressed against the cold, unforgiving surface of the table between them. He deserves it for coming up with this whole con. “We’re going to be lying to everyone and for what? Just to take advantage of couple deals at coffee shops?” Each cup is going to be bitter with guilt and regret.

“They’re great deals, I’m glad you told me about them” Minseok argues gently as he takes Jongdae’s hand and rubs soothing circles into it with his thumb. “We’ll just spend an extra five minutes in the confessional next weekend then, right after the marriage vows.”

“Your jokes are worse than Junmyeon hyung’s these days. You are worse than Junmyeon hyung these days.”

“That’s not true,” Minseok says, resting his head on the table as well so he can meet Jongdae’s eyes, “otherwise you would’ve asked him out instead.”








14. xiubaek; The Little Prince - Team Lay

The full moon wavered in the still water of the fountain, illuminating the courtyard on a cool summer night. Perched on the edge of the fountain, Baekhyun watched with some amusement as the prince peeled away from the shadows.

“So you came.”

“So this is goodbye,” Minseok said.

“I did tell you, you were wasting your time on me,” Baekhyun said. He dipped a finger into the faintly glowing water. “We never can stay for long.”

The prince laughed, still an arms length away, as if afraid that were he to approach, Baekhyun would melt away that much sooner.

“Time wasted on something precious,” Minseok said. He nodded towards Baekhyun. “Even if my father has a thousand fountains, this will always be the one I treasure the deepest.”

Baekhyun snorted. “Cheesy.”

“And every time I hear the bubbling of a brook, I’ll remember your laugh—and that far outweighs any loneliness,” Minseok forged on unheeding, then grinned, not prettily at all. “All those poetry lessons had to go somewhere.”

“I will take that with me in my heart,” Baekhyun said, mock solemn. And with one last look over his shoulder, he dover under the water, leaving droplets of laughter behind.










15. Chen/Suho; Image (Ferris Wheel) - Team Xiumin

As far as Jongdae can remember, his life has revolved around Junmyeon, who has been his first friend, his first crush, his one true love, who will be leaving town without a return ticket. His supposedly straight friend who kissed him on the lips after a night of drinking celebrating his job offer in the big city. “A drunken mistake” has been the excuse. Jongdae chooses to believe it.

It surprises him that Junmyeon still wants to spend his last night in town with him. A trip to the amusement park, “to remember the good times”. Times when Jongdae didn’t dare to hope for more. Sitting together in the pod of the ferris wheel now, he believes more is possible.

“Junmyeon, I lo-”

“Please,” Jumyeon looks pained. “Don’t. I… I can’t. I can never… “

Jongdae nods quickly. “I understand.”

He does. Sometimes, love is not worth the risk.

He feels Junmyeon hold his hand in his, a grateful smile on his face.

He’s heard people say that life is like a wheel; today you are on top, tomorrow you are looking up from the bottom. Tonight Jongdae will cherish this view, because his wheel is never going up again.









16. laysoo; Trust me on this one | Warnings: dead bodies? - Team Lay

“You still trust me, right?” Yixing says.

Kyungsoo glances at the dead bodies piled up in the corridor, and feels his eyebrows shoot up.

“Um.”

“It’s not like I wanted to kill them.” Yixing pouts—still cute despite the blood soaked into his shirt. Kyungsoo thinks he’s going to be sick.

Yixing has a point. They’d attacked, and Kyungsoo rather prefers being alive to the alternative.

“So…did you want to continue?” Yixing asks, rubbing the back of his head, like there wasn’t a pile of corpses right there.

“You can’t be serious.” Kyungsoo gapes at him. “What about them!”

“Yeah, but they’re dead,” Yixing says matter-of-factly. “It’s not like they can see anything.”

“Oh for—” He has a point. And dead bodies aside, between the adrenaline rush and unfinished business…Kyungsoo closes the distance and crushes their mouths together in a kiss.

He was never dating a mafia boss again.









17. Suho/Lay; The Little Prince - Team Lay

The bench creaks under Joonmyun’s added weight.

"I like watching sunsets," Yixing says, but his eyes remained fixed beyond the trees, not on Joonmyun. His guitar sits beside him, his sweater too light for autumn, but it’s no longer Joonmyun’s place to chide him.

“'One loves the sunset, when one is so sad.'” The quote comes to mind unbidden.

Yixing’s eyes widen before falling nearly shut, a quiet smile playing about the set of his lips. “Were you very sad then? The day of the forty-four sunsets?” Yixing murmurs. “Forty-four—what a strange number.”

“I’ve never seen more than one sunset a day,” he adds.

Joonmyun laughs. “The foibles of Earth.”

“No, I don’t think so.”

He waits for him to elaborate, but instead, Yixing stands, gathering his guitar.

“It was nice to see you,” Yixing says.

He’s already begun to walk away when he turns, face shadowed, back towards the missing sun.

“You know—sometimes, I do wish I could see it twice.” A smile flashes across his features. “But in the end, I’m always glad I can’t.”

“What about now?” Joonmyun blurts.

“It was nice to see you,” Yixing says again.

And again, Joonmyun quietly lets him go.








18. Chanyeol/Sehun; Image (Ferris Wheel) - Team Xiumin

The Tokyo night sky barely has any stars but the city lights more than make up for it. Sehun stops eating his cotton candy to gape in awe at the view. Strands of his chestnut hair flow with the wind making him look ethereal and Chanyeol can't stop staring at the full picture.

It's just the two of them in the Ferris wheel capsule, up in the air and away from prying eyes. It makes him want to do something crazy.

"I LOVE YOU, OH SEHUN!" Chanyeol yells suddenly, startling Sehun into dropping his cotton candy some hundred meters below.

"What the hell?" Sehun laughs and Chanyeol's ears have the decency to turn pink.

"Is that how you repay me after I announce it to the world?" Chanyeol sulks, though he readily accepts Sehun's shy sugary pecks on his lips.

"Do it again, I want to record it this time."








19. chanlay; Artificial Love - Team Xiumin

The first time Chanyeol spoke of it he was fifteen, prickly, and feeling terribly betrayed.
“My sister just programmed you to like me, right?” He asked, watching how Yixing would react, the stiff way he settled the tea tray over Chanyeol’s study desk, the delayed response— He’s an older model, terrible to find parts for, his sister had scribbled in the margins of her dissertation.
“I’ll come back with more sandwiches,” Yixing said. Chanyeol kicked the chair over just to see him flinch and he didn’t and Chanyeol felt himself yelling, “That was a direct question, you’re supposed to answer,” like a proper asshole.
The second time was when they came for his sister’s research.
“I order you,” Chanyeol began, trying to figure out the unlocking sequence of his restraints, “to untie me and let me back into the house. Let me speak to them.” They will burn the house down, all of his sister’s work. Old parts are hard to find.
Yixing gave him a well-practiced smile. “Overruled. Your evacuation is priority.” And he bent down to give him a kiss on the forehead, like Chanyeol was eight, ten, fifteen again. “Be good now.” And Chanyeol wanted to cry.








20. Chanyeol/Lay; Artificial Love - Team Lay

Chanyeol leans back and closes his eyes, prodding Lay awake.

"I don’t know why I installed you," he mumbles. "You’re so…slow."

He can feel the browser booting up in his circuits, and grins as Lay finally gets up and running.

“I’m doing my best,” Lay says. He sighs. “You just want me to search up porn for you again anyway.”

“Hey! I…” Chanyeol trails off, because okay, that’s kind of what he’d had in mind.

“I have your history,” Lay says pleasantly. “Give me a second.”

“More like a minute,” Chanyeol says.

Lay blinks. “You can wait that long. Or you could uninstall me.”

“No! No that’s…uh, I mean, I’d never uninstall you, take your time…”

Lay chuckles at Chanyeol’s panic. “I’m not so easy to replace, and you know I’m your only browser who didn’t get infected.”

“Yeah, that’s why,” Chanyeol says. The truth was, he’d miss the company.








21. baekhyun/chanyeol; Image (Ferris Wheel) - Team Xiumin

baekhyun cannot believe he is spending a friday night waiting to go on a fucking ferris wheel. the line for the ride is thankfully short. though, he cannot say the same about his dick currently.

“maybe we should go home,” he tries.

“nope! you lost the bet,” chanyeol reminds him.

their turn for the ride arrives. baekhyun sighs and follows his boyfriend into the cart.

“hey,” chanyeol nudges him as the wheel starts moving slowly. he looks worried. “i’m just joking, you know? we don’t have to do this if you-”

“are you kidding? i would regret it forever,” baekhyun assures him with a laugh. he gives chanyeol a quick kiss before unzipping his own jeans.

“already hard?” chanyeol asks, amused. he places his hand inside and fists baekhyun’s dick. baekhyun whimpers. fuck the bet.

“remember,” chanyeol whispers, squeezing baekhyun’s dick. “you cannot come until we get to the top.”








22. D.O/Lay; Image (Ferris Wheel) - Team Lay

Kyungsoo wakes up in Yixing’s arms, head nestled against collarbones. He feels a faint breeze and hears waves in the distance. Grogginess subsiding, Kyungsoo finds the two of them at the top of a ferris wheel.

“You’re awake,” Yixing whispers, voice cracking.

Kyungsoo immediately breaks away from Yixing’s embrace. “Let me look at you.”

Yixing turns away, burying his face in his arm.

Kyungsoo realizes there’s no noise aside from the ocean and the creaking of the ferris wheel. He scans the city and finds it’s deserted. Kyungsoo starts to panic.

“How long have I been out?”

No reply.

Kyungsoo forces Yixing to look at him. To his horror, Yixing is pale, eyes jaundice.

“We talked about this Yixing! You can’t let this happen!” Kyungsoo yells deliriously.

“You said you always wanted to go to the fair…”

By now, Yixing is coughing up a fit. Kyungsoo can barely hold onto his composure. Hot tears blur his vision. “There’s life past this city, Yixing. You can heal them. You can’t--“

“They say this is the pandemic to wipe out mankind,” Yixing laughs.

“You can’t save me at the expense of the nation,” Kyungsoo sobs. “Yixing... please. Let me go. Save yourself.”








24. chansoo; Artificial Love - Team Chanyeol

“Do you love me?” Chanyeol asks.

“I do not know love,” DKS93BOT replies.

“Program 486 should be working now,” Chanyeol murmurs, popping open DKS93BOT’s chest plate.

It’s a mess of wires and grids, and a metal box in the place a human heart would be. It’s Chanyeol’s pet project, a program to make robots feel love. He tests his fingers against the box, and it flashes red.

“It’s on.” Chanyeol hums. He closes the chest plate and looks up into DKS93BOT’s wide eyes. “Why don’t you love me?”

“I do not know love,” DKS93BOT repeats.

“Damn it.” Chanyeol huffs. “I’ll have to start over with a new model.”

Chanyeol leaves the room. What he doesn’t see: DKS93BOT lifting his hand and reaching out, just grazing the back of Chanyeol’s jacket. DKS93BOT lets his arm fall back to his side and closes his eyes.

“Why don’t you love me?” he whispers.








25. Baekhyun/D.O.; Artificial Love - Team Xiumin

He can't do this anymore, not alone.

Eventually his dick grows soft and his thrusts stop as he starts full out sobbing and crying pathetically over Baekhyun's mainly unresponsive body. Baekhyun sighs and maneuvers Kyungsoo to rest beside him on the bed.

"All this stress from work is ruining you mentally and physically," Baekhyun says matter-of-factly as if they weren't trying to have sex literally seconds ago. He tucks the sheets around Kyungsoo and then gives him a goodnight kiss, "I love you."

Baekhyun's words are hollow like their vows and cold as the wedding band resting on the nightstand.










DQ


chensoo; The Little Prince - Team Xiumin

Dust flew up as Kyungsoo's feet landed softly on the deserted landscape of a new planet.

Strange, he thought. He was sure he was going home after leaving his shell on earth. Grey skies thundered overhead as the hard ground cracked beneath his feet. Definitely not home.

"Hello?"

No reply. He shuddered as the wind grew colder, taking a few steps forward to find a place to stay. His mind began to stray as his feet carried him further, wondering where he had gone wrong.

"Are you lost, little one?"

He turned around, only to come face to face with perhaps the most intimidating visage he'd encountered. Sharp teeth poked through the corners of an upturned mouth, a mischievous warning.

Lightning filled the sky overhead as the new creature looked over the prince.

"I'm no little boy, I'm a prince," Kyungsoo replied defiantly.

The creature gazed upon him, an eyebrow raised, amused at his attitude. Kyungsoo squared his shoulders, looking into its eyes.

"Could you tell me where we are? I was on my way home, you see," he continued.

The creature laughed, his evident amusement growing.

"Death does not take you home, little one, only to me."

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