post #11

[seoulfulness]

Fics ( #10)

This post is a few minutes into Monday night by KST. Have fun! :)

Untitled YG/SM, G-Dragon/BoA
The New Kid f(x), Sungjong, Luna, Amber
R.I.P 2PM, Chansung/Junsu
Untitled Replay1997, Junhee/Yunjae
Granted Brown Eyed Girls, Miryo/Narsha
Untitled EXO, Kai/Luhan
Stuck Here Forever Block B, Jaehyo/Taeil, Taeil/P.O
He Hurts Big Bang/2NE1,

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Re: exo, kai centric (untitled, 1/2)

[anonymous]

You are your own outcome.

Kai stares at his reflection in the mirror as his makeup artist, Baekhyun, evens out the powder on his face. His eyes look back at him, dark pools lined with kohl, stunning in their intensity. His hand is drumming an uneven beat on top of the makeup table. "Make me look gorgeous, Baekhyun."

Your life is made of your own decisions. There is no one to blame but yourself.

"You already are," Baekhyun breathes out as he surveys Kai's face in the mirror. "Look at you. How can anyone resist that handsome face?"

The corner of Kai's mouth trembles in the tiniest of smirks, but the rest of his face remains blank. He knows how he looks. Of course, he does. His face is on every billboard and magazine cover. His latest album has sold more than 100,000 copies, and it's only on its first week of release.

Adonis personified, the media calls him. Adonis come to earth. He looks like a god and dances like fire.

Such a small symmetrical face, his fans say. What luscious lips. His legs go on for miles.

A laugh bubbles in Kai's throat.

Perfection comes with a price.

"You're up in ten," Baekhyun says conversationally. "Better let the coordi take one last look at your clothes."

Kai's eyes are still trained on his reflection in the mirror. His face is a mask. He leans forward slightly; he is examining every inch, every patch of skin on his face, his neck. He is leaning forward, and that's when he sees it. "No." His hand goes to his throat. "No!"

"Kai?" Baekhyun sounds alarmed.

Kai claws at the skin on his throat, but he still feels it. It's there. He can see it. Why won't it go away? He has to fix it. He has to fix it. Where is his manager? Kyungsoo can help. Kyungsoo will know what to do.

"Stop it, Kai," Baekhyun says, trying to pry Kai's fingers loose from his throat. "Stop it, you're hurting yourself!"

You knew this day would come.

Kyungsoo appears at Baekhyun's elbow, his eyes wide as he sees Kai clawing at his own skin. "Jongin," he says, grabbing Kai's hand in an effort to stop him. "Jongin, it's okay."

Kai can't breathe, he can't breathe, and it's still there, it's still there. Someone make it disappear!

"Jongin," Kyungsoo yells.

Kai looks at him, but he doesn't see him.

"Jongin, listen to me."

But Kai isn't listening. He is Jongin again at 16, and he's watching trainees dance through the studio's glass walls. I can do that too, he tells himself as he rehearses by himself and lets the dance permeate his skin.