EXO Imagines (Requests Closed)

Lay (long smut)

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A/n: Well guys I think that Lay is increasing in my bias list which made him 4th in it... well i don't know why but i've been gaining alot of interest of Lay   ㅋㅋㅋ well i made this for all who are Lay biased out there :) Please vote and tell me your opinion..

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Even before he opened the door, you knew he was home by the jingle of his keys. He has this loud, obnoxious keychain that constantly clanks against the set of keys attached to it; a metallic symphony, you called it. You tell him all the time that you could still probably hear his keys even if he was standing in the middle of a crowd. Whenever you do, he just shakes his head and scoffs at your silliness.

“Hi honey,” you yell as you hear the door open.

You’ve been on the couch reading a book while waiting for Lay to get back from his interview. This was just another typical day in the life of being Lay’s girlfriend. Of course the territory came with jealous fangirls, lonely nights, and constant waiting but the perks definitely made up for them. What perks? Oh, just a gorgeous 5’8 man that sweeps you off your feet and makes you feel like the luckiest girl in the world. And did I mention the sex?

“Hey babe,” he replies as he takes off his shoes.

You hear his footsteps getting louder as he approaches the kitchen to grab a drink.

“Do we have any more soju?” he asks.

“It’s in the fridge by the bar downstairs.”

His footsteps fade into the distance as he walks down to the basement. In a matter of minutes, he’s back, having clearly accomplished his goal if the sound of clinking bottles is any indication.

“How was the interview?” you ask without looking up from your book.

Pop. He opens the soju bottle and pours himself a glass, downing it in oneshot.

“Lay?” you ask.

“Hmm? What’s up?”

Clink. The sound of the shotglass being placed on the marble counter as he gets ready to pour a third shot.

“How was the interview?”

Splash. Splash. The soju being poured into his fourth shot.

“Fine,” he replies while downing it.

“I didn’t get a chance to watch it yet but I’ve been online and people are already talking about it. You guys must have really said some things to whip up the fans,” you say as you turn the page.

Huh? What? Um…yeah,” he answers.

Something’s wrong, you thought as you stop reading the book.

Knowing that he hates it when you ask him directly, you feign ignorance, hoping that he’ll eventually open up to you.

“You should see what they’re saying about you guys,” you say casually. “Everyone’s gushing over how amazing you look in suits.”

“Yeah, that was…last minute decision on the…stylist’s part.”

“That person should get a pay raise,” you chuckle.

Silence.

“Lay?”

Silence.

You close your book and turn around to see him gone from the kitchen. You get off the couch to look for him, finding him in the foyer gazing out into the night sky through the window. You lean against the door frame, crossing your arms as you stare at him from a distance. His back is towards you but you can see his face through the reflection in the window. And it isn’t a happy one. You sigh and walk over to him, hugging him from behind.