Torn // exo x reader

Chapter 18; You ruined my life!

pray the gif animates bc I'm xiuhan/lumin or never
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The crash rumbles the floors above her, and they must have found some explosive or maybe someone just made Baekhyun angry but she's really okay with whichever it was.
She turns to the people she just let free, talking in the most authoritative voice she could muster.
"Everyone please remain calm. Stay here. I will return soon!"  
She walks upstairs quietly, hoping to avoid any people from SM so she can get to someone like Yifan or Jungsoo to help her with the people she has corralled downstairs.
She doesn't find either of them. Just her luck.
She spends most of the time worrying about whether someone will find the people she's found downstairs. She's stressed and finally, like an omen, she finds someone. Maybe not the best person, but it's still someone she knows.
He's hunched over a body, body wracking with what sounds like sobs. She sees his body across the room, and his hair colour is unmistakeable. The blond has begun to seep out in his roots, and Sehun would never let that happen. Kai's skin is more bronze than this person, and that's a dead giveaway.
Her feet pick up, and he doesn't even turn. His sobs get louder as she nears, and she doesn't want to know who is below his feet.
"J-Joonmyun.."
"T-This isn't what I had wanted, Y/N."
She walks forward, hearing his sobs quiet under the pressure of the tension in the room.
When she walks forward even more, past Joonmyun, her hand finds her mouth on it's own.
It's the corpse of a child. The child almost looks like Joonmyun, but she can't tell from her blurry eyes. She wants to know the connection he has with the body, but the lump in her throat won't cease so she can ask.
"W-We have to keep going."
"No!"
He screams, the tone causing her to wince.
"We can't hurt anyone anymore."
Joonmyun's body moves in time with his sobs, hunched over and yelling.
What he's saying makes not sense, but she doesn't want to tell him that, so she listens to whatever gibberish of half-sentences and garbled noises his brain is creating.
Just as she's ready to backhand Joonmyun to get him to focus, someone comes barreling around the corner, anger sensible from where she's squatted.
His small body is making loud steps, and another person whips around the corner behind him, significantly taller.
"I swear to wh-Y/N!"
She's pushed forward by the power of the hug, and she almost falls face-first into the blood of the body Joonmyun is currently having a mental breakdown over.
She smiles when she notices them, and then she sees the scrapes up Baekhyun's arm and the blood caking his knuckles.
She drags a finger up them tenderly, looking him in the eyes.
"What happened?"
Baekhyun looks away, not answering her question.
"Baekh-"
"He punched a wall when they took you."
She looks at Chanyeol, with his hands in his pockets, and then to Baekhyun, who stops glaring at the taller when he notices her eyes on him.
"Did you really?"
"Y-Yeah.."
She smiles, tugging his head down to rest in the crook of her neck, hugging him tightly.
"Don't worry, you loser. I'm fine.
Baekhyun laughs.
She then pulls away, looking down at Joonmyun. He's calmed down slightly, but is nowhere near the level he needs to be at.
"Baekhyun, Ch-Chanyeol, stay here with him. I have to go."
"You know, I think you just don't like me. You're always trying to get yourself killed when I'm around."
She laughs quietly, and just places a hand on his shoulder, telling the, again to stay and that she has to go.
"At least take one of us with you, the other will handle leader-nim."
She shakes her head.
"I'm going alone. One of you find Yifan or Jungsoo, and bring them down to the lowest basement, there's a surprise."
Baekhyun groans exasperatedly, and Chanyeol is quiet.
"Fine. But call for us if you need us."
He hands her something, and belatedly she realizes this is supposed to be a weapon. It's a pipe that looks ripped from the wall, and she wonders how and why he got this. She thanks him for this..gift?
Baekhyun sees his jacket gone, and gapes.
"It's been how long, and you've managed to lose my jacket?"
She looks down, and can't even remember how or when she took it off, but she shrugs.
"I'll buy you a new one."
"You better."
She turns, a smile managing I lift it's way on her face despite where she is.
"By the way, I charge interest!"
"I bet you do!"
She turns the corner, breaking into a light jog, trying to find Minseok, or Jungsoo or Yifan to let him know of the people downstairs. She stops to yell.
"Yifan! Jungsoo! Minseok!"
Nobody answers.
She keeps walking quickly, wanting out of here as quickly as possible. But then again, she knows she can't leave without a fight. Onew knows where she resides, and he really wants to, could come back and take her any day.
She won't let that happen.
If she makes it out of here without destroying him, she'll leave the house.
She won't punish EXO any longer.
The thought pushes her faster, so she can find them and leave because the faster that happens, the faster she can get out of their lives.
She doesn't want to leave, but this will be best. She'll miss the pancakes and the wooden board games and the bickering but she'll get over it. She has to.
Her legs stop moving by themselves, leaving her immobilized by the thought of being alone again.
She doesn't want to be alone, she wants the warmth they bring but she can't sacrifice their happiness for her warmth.
She'd rather freeze.
She forces her legs to move again, and they ache, but she can't stop now. Minseok could be just down the hall, and she gives up calling for Yifan or Jungsoo.
Her throat hurts, and she wants to sleep since it's still really early, but she doesn't have time. This isn't the place.
She cups her hands by her mouth to yell again.
"Minseo-"
She's not walked long before she realizes she walked into a hallway, and the door behind her closes quicker than she thought it would, scaring her.
The hand shoving it backwards forcefully didn't help either.
"Y/N, how long are you going to drag this on for?"
"As long a-as necessary."
She stuttered. Damn.
In her defence, Taemin has always looked like he wanted to rip her heart out, and now he could really act on it.
"Jinki has always been very possessive."
"I don't care."
Taemin laughs. It's sour, and filled with a tinge of sadness and she wants to know why.
"W-Why do you hate me?"
Taemin doesn't answer, but he looks down, which bothers her.
She holds the pipe in her hand tighter, her hand clenching and unclenching around the metal.
"I don't think you want to know the answer" he says dryly.
She stands taller.
"I do."
Taemin looks up at her with soft eyes.
She sees things in them she hasn't viewed in them before. Things she wouldn't characterize Taemin with. Things like sadness, things like frustration. His eyes are usually a blank sheet, but now in this room she's seeing what he really thinks.
"You stole him."
Who did she steal? She can't remember taking anyone from here. She didn't have the time.
"W-Who did I st-"
"Jinki! He-He was mine! And you stole him!"
Jinki? The only one stolen involving him was her! She should be the one yelling at Taemin like a psychopath, not the other way around.
"I never did such a thing!"
Taemin laughs, but this one isn't as dry as the other one, it's filled with humour.
"You're telling me you don't remember anything that happened whilst you were here?"
She splutters.
"I remember your torture perfectly well!"
Taemin looks fed up now.
His mouth that was in a condescending smile is now twisted into a horrendous frown, his face contorted in anger towards her. He looks like a bad guy in an indie movie, his frown almost twisted into crescents with how deep it is.
"He was my mate! Mine! And you came and he didn't care anymore!"
She stays silent. What can she say in response? Sorry she's so irresistible? No. She can't say anything without seeming like she's being rude, so she opts for nothing. Taemin senses this, and keeps ranting to himself.
She can't say she's listening, so caught up in trying to figure this all out.
Mate? Him and Jinki? Her? She's so confused she's sure not even the writers of the Matrix could figure this out.
Then it hits her like a freight train.
She's an idiot.
"He didn't care we were destined to be together! Hell, we still are, but he's out looking for you! You ruined my life!"
Taemin gets closer with every exclamation, getting close enough she can feel his laboured breaths fanning her face.
His eyes are wild, like a crazed animal, and she doesn't know what to do in this situation.
Should she run? Should she cry? Both? She's never had to deal with anything close to this.
She backs away, not looking behind her, and moves slowly, like trying not to startle a wild animal. And really, that's exactly what she's trying not to do.
Her eyes widen as he stalks over quickly. She's probably going to die here.
"T-Taemin, I'm sorry, I can't contr-"
He gapes at her.
"You're sorry?"
"Yes, I am. I can't control him, and frankly I don't feel it's my fault."
That's it. She's done for. Look what she did. She just took all chance of survival and threw it out the window. She opened her mouth and now she's dead meat.
Baekhyun was right about her trying to die. This time, he just wasn't around to witness it.
He's going to be mad. Will he punch another wall? She stifles a laugh at the thought of him doing that again.
Where did this rush of confidence come from? Maybe it's all the confidence she never had earlier, like in the library or with Seoyoon coming to catch up with her. It's a little bit late.
"Y-You don't feel it's your fault?" He repeats her, his voice breaking pitifully and now she just sees a boy. She doesn't notice his claws growing, or his body hunching. She just sees Taemin, and how scared he is to not have a mate. To be different.
She doesn't see this long, because then Taemin leaps on her and all rationality she saw, vanishes.

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Ayy! I told you guys on snapchat I would do it and here I am. I'm so happy I got it done wowzers! This has taken up too much time of my life and I'm glad I finally finished it. I thought this was chapter 17 but it's actually 18...time flies.
I remember writing chapter one accidentally. Good times.
Anyways, how are you guys? I hope you're good! Now I'm off to work on stuff for Archive of Our Own. Wish me luck.
Chapter 19: Hey, you! That's my boyfriend!