windowright (twoif)
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FINALE: We are One. // 世界の中心で レッツアイ を叫んだけもの.
When the rescue crew forcibly open EXO KAI's core, they find Jongin naked, unconscious, with a faint smile on his face. There's no sign of his plug suit. His hands are caked in blood all the way up to his elbows. They scrub him down, trying to find a wound, but other than a scratch on his forehead—"most likely from hitting the controls by accident," one of the technicians explains—Jongin's body is pristine.
"So whose blood is that?" Kyungsoo demands as he follows Jongin's gurney to the doors of the ICU.
Baekhyun, wordlessly, hands him the supercomputer analysis of the bits dug out from under Jongin's fingernails.
It's Pattern Pearl.
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Out of the Horse Race (And Back In the Running) by windowright (twoif)
Fandoms: EXO (Band)
26 Jul 2016
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Kris Wu is running for president and running back into the life of one Zitao Huang, who would give anything to outrun this vice-presidential nomination—and their history together.
"Baekhyun." Kris leans forward, both palms down on his desk, an earnest expression on his face. Baekhyun calls this his Jed Bartlet impression; Junmyeon calls it "Aggressive Stance, Debate Variant, Version One." r/Politics calls it Spread Eagle. "I really think Zitao can do a lot for our campaign," Kris says. His voice slides into a cajoling whine. Baekhyun, resigned, mouths along with Kris: "He's young. He's passionate. He invigorates the base."
"You're making this guy sound like the Second Coming," Baekhyun says, shaking his head, but he pulls out his Blackberry anyway, already arranging for flights into Washington state.
"Nah," Kris grunts as he shoves Baekhyun's feet off the desk, "he's nothing like Obama."
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Baekhyun and Kris have a non-relationship, and Chanyeol and Kris get a fake one.
The day after Kris and Baekhyun broke up, they both informed Chanyeol that, really, they were much happier for it.
"I don't know why you're so horrified," Kris panted, calling as always during his morning jog. "You've been telling me to do this for the last two months. I was practically reading off your texts during my speech."
"Wait, you broke up with him?" Chanyeol demanded, and Kris suddenly noticed that he was passing under a bridge where reception was weak and hung up.
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As China's most popular and most charming young novelist, Zhang Yixing is living the life of his dreams. That is, until his editor and longtime best friend Kris Wu is assigned to Huang Zitao, EXO Entertainment's newest young author—and Yixing's biggest online anti.
Once, when their partnership was still young, Yixing sat down and wrote a list of pros and cons of having Kris as his editor. He's since destroyed the list, more for the sake of Kris' ego than any other reason, but he has it memorized and constantly updated in his head. On the list of pros, in approximate order of importance: his ability to wrangle extensions from their publisher like water from stone, his almost-smothering attention to detail, his willingness to go to bat for even the most half-formed of Yixing's writing whims, his smile, and his collarbones when wearing a v-neck.
On the cons: his almost-smothering attention to detail, especially when it came to Yixing's writing; his inability to let anything go, always acting like a dog worrying its favorite bone; and, underlined twice, his tendency to appear uninvited and unasked for in Yixing's private space.
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and made to enter the water together. Synchronized diving AU.
"The curve of my neck was how they found me," Lu Han had said when they were finally partnered. He laughed, burying his nose into the slope of Yixing's shoulder, and finished, "That, and an unplanned backward twist I did on my first try."
Diving did not find Yixing; he was carefully guided to it and methodically guided through it. But like all perfect things, Yixing and Lu Han stumbled into each other. He remembers the first time he stood next to Lu Han, saw the way their shoulders rose and fell into the same line of their chests. Their bodies knew each other before they did, and they dove like old lovers yearning for completion.