e.x.o. the mafia - book II [DISCONTINUED FOR NOW]

• seventy eight •

a/n:

so.. option C was picked. i deeply feel for those who voted for A or still want him to get mentioned from time to time. personally, ill choose C since the current plot will be awkward to suddenly mention Yifan (we're in climax) and it turns out that the comments are the same.

so im sorry, and i hope everyone still understands.

after all, this is just a fanfic but i am not invalidating anyone. thanks, im hoping everyone is in good terms rn.

🥺🥂

seventy eight.

"Find Y/N." Junmyeon said as soon as he came out of the room he was staying with his members. "Now!"

His voice roared on the corridors and the guards quickly spread, tension inside their bodies yet they managed to keep it cool on the inside.

Junmyeon can't keep his feet planted on the same spot and started walking on the corridors, removing his necktie harshly. He glared on his phone and started dialling your number.

"I can't lose you," He whispered. "Not again."

God, it was only then he noticed his hand trembling. He even had to grab it with his other palm in order to function.

He called you, and your phone rang.

A breath of relief escaped in his lips. Atleast, for a half percent, he could be relieved. He's sure he can contact you again.

But something made his eyes shot up when another ringtone echoed on the same floor, and almost around the same hallways.

And it sound from yours.

Junmyeon couldn't fathom the emotions that overflowed in his whole existence when he know your phone, the one he was contacting, is just around. Quickly going from the source of sound, he dropped his device the moment he saw you.

You were standing there, looking at the caller's ID. Everything felt like a slow motion. You looked perfectly fine, no signs of physical harm, just stress evident on your expression in this trying time. He dropped his phone and hastily walked in your direction, and it was the when the world start moving again.

You looked up at him with a confused stare. His heartbeat quickened seeing those doe innocent eyes he always loved to see.

"Suho why are you-"

Your face softly bumped in his chest. In a blink of an eye, Junmyeon's arms were securely locked on your body, his other hand just behind your head. The strands on your body stood up. You felt goosebumps.

"I thought I lost you." He whispered, clutching his arms wrapped on you tigher, just to make sure you're true.

You flinched when it caused you difficulty in breathing. You tapped his back repeatedly, which he immediately complied.

Junmyeon pulled away, visible tear drenched his cheeks. You frowned and cupped his cheeks. "Are you okay? I'm here."

"Is that really you?"

You rolled your eyes then grinned. "Of cours--"

"Let me convince myself." He tilted his head and his weary eyes fell on your lips.

You gulped thickly as you already know the thoughts running in his mind. But before you could speak another word, just the moment your mouth parted, his lips was devouring yours so lovingly.

He pushed you gently on the wall, and when your back hit, a euphoric feeling exploded. He tilted his head, not rushing any move at all.

It was one of the softest and passionate kiss from him.