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Golden

Part 2/2

Characters: Reader x Baekhyun

Genre: College AU, Baekhyun as an adorable art student and campus heartthrob, shy OC, hurt/comfort, mutual pining, angst, smut

WC: 8.8k

Warnings: smut

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Sobs shook your body as you walked the darkened streets on your way back home.

You felt so stupid. He wasn’t even your boyfriend, just a cute boy who was nice to you, yet you’d grown so attached that just seeing him kiss someone else was enough to send you spiraling.

When you got home you told Heejin everything, and she did her best to comfort you, though it didn’t help much. You were so bitter, too, that of all people, it was Sumin. She was friends with him, and obviously had a thing for him, but ever since that first day it seemed he wasn’t into her like that. Maybe he’d been drunk, but even then, it stung more than you ever could’ve anticipated.

It was early morning by the time you cried yourself to sleep, granting you some peace, at least until you woke up.

Of course Baekhyun didn’t see any issue with what had happened, and kept texting you throughout the rest of the weekend, but you didn’t have the heart to respond to anything. It was mostly just memes, he would often send you things he thought were funny, and usually you loved it, but now, it made you feel even worse.

Sunday evening when you still didn’t feel any better you finally did text him back, though it was only to tell him that he didn’t need to walk with you the next day. You’d have to face him later during class, but hugging him and walking with him didn’t feel like something you could handle.

You expected him to sit with Sumin when the time came, but he didn’t, taking his usual seat next to you.

“Is everything okay?” He asked, “Why didn’t you want me to walk you today?”

You just shrugged, trying way too hard to steady your voice despite the lump rising in your throat. “I've kind of missed walking and listening to music, and there's some albums I've been wanting to catch up on.”

It was an obvious lie, but it was all you could come up with in the moment. He nodded, but by the look on his face, he could tell something wasn’t right with you. From your seat next to him you could sense the uneasiness, the tension, now that he knew you weren't being truthful. Concentrating on the lecture wasn’t possible, and Baekhyun, too, seemed disengaged, lost in thought. Thoughts about you, without a doubt.

For an hour you both faced the professor, knowing well that neither was paying any real attention.

When he asked if he could at least walk you home, you made up another lie, saying that you were meeting Heejin elsewhere on campus later.

He was quieter than usual for the rest of class. You knew he'd be at your dorm again in the morning, and you wanted to make something up to keep him away, but you just couldn't do it. He was still your friend, and already seemed plenty bummed with how things were.

You kept waiting for him to turn around and say something flirty to Sumin, but he didn't speak to her at all for the entire class. It didn't make much sense to you, but it was a bit of a relief. At least you wouldn't have to see them constantly doting on each other. Maybe it really had just been one drunk kiss, but even then, the mental image of it was burned into the back of your mind and brought with it an unbearable ache in your chest.

Every time he'd ‘flirt’ with you, it just reopened the wound, so you decided that you would avoid even giving him the chance.

That next morning was what did it for you. Maybe he’d already sensed the way you were starting to withdraw, because he was even sweeter than usual. The hug was tighter and lasted longer, and he told you how pretty your hair looked, that he loved your sweater, and even the perfume you wore. You didn’t say much, since you were too busy trying not to cry in front of him.

His hand would often brush against your own, as it always did, only that morning, he actually held on for a second. Until you pulled your hand away, crossing your arms over your chest. After that, he was quiet. He didn’t hug you when you got to class, and the absence of his arms surrounding you made the early morning air feel empty and dull.

You made up more excuses as to why he didn’t need to walk with you, and eventually, he stopped asking.

He still sat with you during class, though he wouldn’t say much, not unless you talked to him first, which rarely happened. It was weird to you that he didn’t talk to his friends, either, Sumin included.

A week passed like that, and finally you thought that maybe you were starting to get over him. That same day, however, he stopped you when you were about to leave the building on your way home.

He’d been walking just a few steps behind you when you felt his hand on your wrist. He stopped, and so did you, giving him a confused look. He tugged you down a hallway, where there was a bit more privacy.

He gazed down at you, swallowing, his concerned frown making your heart lurch into your esophagus.

He took a deep breath before asking, “Why are you pushing me away? Did I do something wrong?”

His voice shook slightly as he said it, which didn't help your condition at all. You continued to stare, wordlessly.

“I miss you.” He added.

I miss you too!!

You wanted to scream it, but nothing came out. You missed him so badly, you could hardly get yourself to class anymore, dragging what felt like a hollow shell from one campus building to the next, until finally collapsing back into your dorm, day after tiresome day. You were miserable, and it was written clearly on his face, he was too.

“Sorry, you didn’t do anything, I just.. Want to focus on studying. I’m sorry.”

Somehow, his face fell even more. If he was miserable before, you’d somehow managed to make him feel worse.

He knew you were lying, for whatever reason. He wanted to call you out, to demand you just be honest, but the desperate way you looked at him told him not to. The weight of so many unspoken words hung thickly in the air, until it became too much. You turned and walked away, leaving him standing there, alone and confused.

Part of you had wanted him to press on, to insist you tell him the truth. Maybe if he made you say it, it wouldn’t be so bad, but you also imagined the rejection. He would be extremely nice about it, of course. He’d probably apologize for making it seem like he was more interested than he actually was, that he just liked complimenting people and making them smile, but it was nothing more than that. Somehow, though, that would be even worse. If he was an asshole about it, at least you’d be able to get over him quicker.

The walk back home was bleak, silent, and lonely, with neither him nor your music lending you some company. Most of the songs on your playlist were likely to make you cry, and keeping the tears at bay was all that seemed to matter.

As soon as you were back in your room you let it all out, sobbing into your pillows at how broken he’d looked. Ruining your friendship with him, without being able to tell him why, was cruel, and you knew it. The guilt that came with that might’ve been the worst part of all.

The next day in class, he sat with his friends again.

But as the days went on, something about him felt different. He wasn't his usual bright, bubbly self that you'd fallen for so easily. He didn't joke around as much, or even really talk unless someone asked him something.

You did your best to just focus on class, but he always made his way back into your thoughts, given the proximity. You still missed him, and occasionally at the beginning or end of class you'd meet eyes. He always smiled, and so would you, but that was the extent of your interactions.

Days turned into weeks, and you expected him to lighten back up again eventually, but he never did.

On your way to and from classes you listened to music, usually songs that reminded you of him and how he made you feel, both during the good times, and more recently. Whatever it was, it entered your brain through the speakers of those amazing headphones he’d so generously gifted you.

You’d see him outside of class every now and then, and he would still smile and greet his friends, but he always looked a little down. The light in him that had always shone so brightly now dimmed to a mere flicker, as if a small rain cloud permanently hovered over him.

You wanted to ask him why, worried that he could be going through something terrible. He never said much about his family, but you assumed it had something to do with them. You wanted to be there for him, even if just as a friend, but the heartbreak you knew you’d feel kept you away.

Others noticed it, too. Heejin told you about her friends, and how they worried about him, wondering why he didn’t talk to and flirt with them the way he used to. They all insisted that he must’ve been hung up on another girl, which only made you feel worse. Heejin often insisted that it must be you, but you didn’t believe her. If he really had feelings for you, he wouldn’t have kissed another girl, knowing you were at the same party.

Whatever it was, you hoped he'd be able to get past it. You still only wanted the best for him. Even if only from afar, you kept an eye on him, wondering what was wrong and when he'd finally be able to return to his former self, the bright, shining artist you fell for so easily.

Though finals were still a few weeks away, you threw yourself into your studies, needing something to distract yourself. Getting over Baekhyun was proving to be much much harder than you thought possible. Your grades came first, and it did help, at least until you were done for the day and had nothing better to ruminate about. Falling asleep had become a chore, and when possible, you slept on the living room couch, passing out to some movie or show.

It was during one of your usual afternoon study sessions that a loud voice pulled you out of it.

“Y/n!” Heejin shouted.

“Yeah? What is it?”

“Come here!”

You groaned, having just gotten settled in at your desk with a good snack.

You dragged yourself into the hallway where you stared at her unnervingly excited expression, before she ran to her room, leaving you standing there perplexed as you stared at her door.

You heard someone clear their throat, and stepped into the common area. The front door was open.

It was Baekhyun. He stood in the doorway, a bouquet of flowers in hand, and a nervous look on his handsome face.

A sharp intake of breath. Disbelief crept its way through your body, making its way into every last piece of your psyche.

You couldn't move, let alone speak.

“Hi, Y/n.” He spoke in a voice so soft, it almost got lost with the warm breeze that flowed in from behind him.

“Wh- What are you doing?” You finally got out, barely above a whisper. Unlike his, your voice, however soft it may have been, was clear, too sharp to miss. With trembling hands, and legs you feared could give out at any moment, you stepped closer. You moved slowly, worrying that if you were too quick, you’d disrupt the mirage of him in your doorway, that he would disappear into thin air.

He didn’t disappear. The closer you inched, the more vivid he became.

His eyes were glued to the flowers he held, hands fidgeting with them tirelessly.

“I know you've been ignoring me, for whatever reason, and I probably just look like a huge idiot to you right now, but I like you. A lot. Even if you don't want to talk to me anymore, I want you to know that.”

It didn’t make sense, but you knew you’d heard him correctly.

“You… like me?”

Finally his eyes met yours and he nodded, extending one arm to hand you the flowers. “A lot. And I thought you liked me back, I’d been thinking about how to tell you how I feel, but then you stopped letting me walk with you and wouldn’t text me back, or talk to me, and I just really, really, miss you. I still don’t understand why or what happened, but I know how I feel and I had to tell you, on the off chance you might still feel the same way.”

His voice was shaky, as was his breathing. The threat of tears in his eyes brought about your own, heart shattered to pieces at the sight of his fragile state. The same features you’d grown to love for their kindness, their lack of rude judgements, now appeared so unsure. You took the flowers.

“But.. What about Sumin?”

“Huh?”

His expression changed completely, brows furrowed in confusion. He was caught off guard, without a doubt. Still, you wondered if he really didn’t know what you were talking about.

“I saw you kissing her, at your friend's birthday.”

His eyes went wide, face pale, and after taking some time to register and process your words he began to try to explain himself. “I don’t remember that, I mean- I don’t remember a lot of that night, I blacked out, not that that’s any excuse, but I don’t like Sumin like that at all. I don’t know how that happened, seriously.”

“Really?”

He quickly nodded, “You’re the one I’d been looking forward to seeing that night. I kept telling myself that I’d finally confess how I felt, and I ended up drinking way too much cause I was so nervous. When you stopped talking to me, I thought that I came onto you too strong while I was blacked out or something, and you didn’t feel the same way so you cut me off. At first I thought maybe I could eventually get over you, but I can’t, you’re all I think about. I just miss you so fucking bad.”

He was rambling, out of breath, eyes glassy. You were crying too, though they weren’t entirely tears of sadness. You hated to see him so hurt, that was half of it, without a doubt, but the euphoria of knowing he liked you back bubbled up with force, tears of joy mixing themselves into a mess of confused happiness and grief.

You couldn’t think straight anyway, so you let your heart take over. The flowers were tossed aside, and you tugged on his hand, arms wrapping tightly around him.

“I missed you too, I just like you so much, when I saw you kiss her back that night, it wrecked me. I didn’t want to push you away, I just couldn’t stand how sweet you’d be, thinking you could never see me that way.”

You felt him relax into your embrace, all of his fear and doubt melting into nothingness now that you finally told him what he’d been hoping to hear. He held you tighter, repeating your words to him over and over in his mind, savoring them best he could.

“Of course I like you, though. I thought I made it so obvious. I can’t possibly walk everyone to class, or buy them new headphones, or fall asleep on the phone with them, or-”

“Okay, okay, but you’re always so nice to everyone, I didn’t want to get my hopes up.”

He pulled away to look at you, those soft brown eyes holding every bit of reassurance you could possibly need.

“I’ve had the hugest crush on you since the second week of class.”

When he blinked the tears spilled over, though now they signaled nothing but happiness. Still, you were quick to intercept them. His cheeks beneath your hands were soft, red and hot with the evidence of everything he was feeling.

“Baekhyun…”

He showed you a hint of a smile, and you laughed, knowing now that there was no more reason to hide, to lie about what you felt. As you both moved closer, the rapid pounding of your heart rang loudly through your skull. But that didn't matter, nothing mattered, because Baekhyun was inching closer and closer and finally, he was kissing you.

When your lips met, you both came alive. Months of unspoken affections were conveyed effortlessly, and the knowledge hit both you and him, that something more than friendship was beginning, something you’d both been holding out for so dearly.

He was soft and bright as he always was, even in the way he kissed you. He was an artist, and he painted every ounce of desire he’d hidden from you onto your lips without as much as a moment of hesitation. It was needy, the way you both clung to one another, feeling that no amount of physical touch was enough to convey what you truly felt.

The touch of his hands at the nape of your neck and small of your back were everything you'd been craving for so long, and you only sank deeper into him. Somehow you both made it to the couch, the warmth of his body pressed to yours as the kiss deepened.

Still, neither of you did anything to take it further. It was already so much, just being able to kiss and hold each other. The taste of him was sweet and somehow familiar, with every touch of his tongue and lips to your own blurring the world around you into irrelevance. You could've stayed like that forever, sandwiched between him and the couch without a care for anything else in the world.

That was, until Heejin left her room again.

She laughed a little and cleared her throat. Baekhyun quickly detached himself from you, both looking back at her, embarrassed.

“I'm happy for you two, don't get me wrong, but do you think you could take this into your room or something?”

You nodded sheepishly, grabbing Baekhyun’s hand to lead him towards your room but he interjected.

“Let's go to my place.” He whispered, only for you to hear.

You looked back at him for a moment, surprised, but nodded.

On the walk over he held your hand, squeezing a little too hard, but he couldn’t help himself. It still felt surreal, he feared if he didn’t hold on tight enough, you'd run away, or vanish like he never even knew you.

He’d mentioned that he had his own place, so there wouldn’t be any roommates to interrupt. It would be your first time being truly alone with him, and the possibilities urged your feet to move faster.

Luckily it wasn’t too far of a walk, and you soon stood at his front door. He put the key in the lock, and looked at you before moving any further. “I’ve wanted to bring you here for a while now, but never knew how to ask.”

Your lips pressed themselves to his cheek, and you smiled your most reassuring smile. You weren’t sure why Baekhyun seemed to be getting shy now, but you just wanted to reassure him, to be close to him.

He unlocked the door, pulled you inside, and you loved the place, right away.

Canvases bathed in colorful whirlwinds lined every wall, many of them familiar to you, but he didn’t give you the time to fully appreciate them. A gentle hand on your chin brought your attention back to him, guiding your lips back to his own.

He was smiling so big now, barely able to keep up with your kisses because of it. Of course you noticed, and soon he did too, pulling away just enough to meet your eyes.

“I’ve never invited anyone else here,” He told you, “so I’m sorry if it’s kind of chaotic, I didn’t think I would get this far.”

Your hand found comfort atop his warm chest, looking up at him quizzically. “Not even your friends? Why?”

He pulled you down onto a nearby couch with him, and somehow your head ended up in his lap. You smiled up at him when you felt him start to play with your hair.

“I… don’t actually like showing people most of what I paint. Of course plenty of people see the stuff I do for my classes, but that’s different. Usually I just try to paint what I see in my brain at any given time, like putting what I feel on the canvas. It's a bunch of abstract nonsense, but for some reason it still feels way too vulnerable to share with the world.”

As you looked around, most of the paintings were, in fact, completely abstract. Though you still found them beautiful. Most used similar color schemes as the works you’d seen prior, they just didn’t contain any clearly discernible figures, just lines and shapes. Sometimes they were more flowy, sometimes sharp, sometimes dark, sometimes bright.

“They don’t look like nonsense to me.”

Without saying a word he got up. You pouted at the loss of contact, but he returned soon enough, holding a stack of canvases he’d picked up from the corner of his living room.

You leaned your head on his shoulder, looking down at the swirls of red, pink, and gold that covered what he held on his lap.

“I painted these while thinking about you.”

You looked at him, not knowing what to say, as he laid them all out on his living room floor.

“This one is the first day I walked you home.”

The bright colors all flowed into each other beautifully, effortlessly. Peachy pinks were most prominent. Overlaying it all were slivers of shimmering gold, the same color that speckled much of his clothing. It looked joyful, bright and full of hope.

“This was one of the nights we were on the phone.”

Dark blue, golden stars, and red shapes that swirled about like wind. It reminded you of what a nonsensical, more lust-driven version of Starry Night might’ve looked like.

“And this was a few weeks ago.” He said, quieter than before.

No gold, dark blues and reds. Sharp edges. A shape like a tunnel, with no light at the end.

He went on to show you several more, but your mind kept falling back to that dark tunnel. Uncomfortable pangs of guilt crept their way in. You’d really hurt him, even worse than you originally thought.

“What about now? What do you see in your head right now?”

He closed his eyes, leaning back into you.

“You. Just you.”

You brought your lips back to his, hoping he wouldn’t notice the way you were starting to get choked up again. This time you ended up atop of him, straddling his waist on his paint stained couch as his hands gripped your waist.

You both took your time, wanting to learn every tiny nuance there could possibly be about the other's lips. He liked to trap your bottom lip between his teeth every now and then, mirroring the way you’d smile when he did. You liked the soft, non intrusive touch of his tongue, giving you just a little taste of him at a time. You loved how his hands wandered, from your waist, to your hips, ass, and eventually, chest. You loved the intimacy, and he loved the softness. Despite his wandering hands, he never made any other effort to take things further. He was keenly invested in just mapping you out, needing to know how every inch of you felt beneath his palms.

It was unclear how much time had passed by the time you realized you wanted more. When you asked him to take you to bed, he pulled away with a surprised look.

“Are you sure?”

You grinned at his sweetness, and nodded.

Your legs remained wrapped around Baekhyun’s waist as he carried you the short distance, strong hands steady on your thighs. His lips, still smiling, peppered kisses onto every inch of your face.

Baekhyun sat at the edge of his bed, keeping you perched atop his lap. His eyes held your own with a newfound seriousness.

“Y/n?”

“Hmm?”

“What happens after this?”

You stared for a second, “What do you mean?”

“I mean, with us. What will we be?”

Since the moment he’d appeared in your doorway, that one simple question had somehow slipped your mind. Now that he’d said it aloud, the answer seemed obvious, yet you still remained silent.

“I’d like to be your boyfriend, if you’ll let me.”

Your cheeks rose into a wide smile, and you nodded, “I’d like that a lot.”

He let out a long, shaky exhale of relief, and his hands began to wander again. His lips soon traveled from your lips to your neck, sucking and biting at the sensitive skin. He claimed you, possessive in his need to leave his mark, to leave a physical sign of his time there. Meanwhile you let your eyes roam the expanse of his room, taking in all of the art. Both his own pieces and the famous prints he had on display, all fit him so well. Just looking around gave you a better understanding of the man who was taking ownership of your body, and made you want to give yourself to him even more.

“Have you ever done paintings like that?” You questioned, nodding your head towards one particular picture on his wall.

It was a rather famous piece, one you’d seen before while googling Gustav Klimt in that first week you met him. The woman was naked, a common theme for the artist. It was a little odd to you at first, seeing that on Baekhyun’s wall. For half a second, you thought of frat guys who put playboy posters on the walls of their dorm rooms. You knew better than to equate it to anything of the like, though it still caught your attention.

Baekhyun turned and looked at the picture in question, then back at you, confused, mostly wondering why you’d interrupted his kisses.

“You know, nudes.” You pressed on.

“Oh..” he was so quiet, you almost missed it. “Well, Klimt, he had real life models to use for reference. I’ve never- I mean, no ones ever been willing to do that for me, not that I’ve asked.”

“You could ask me.”

His eyes widened, holding your own, trying to find some semblance of trickery. “You’d really let me do that?” He muttered in disbelief.

You nodded, biting your lip at the mere thought of laying yourself out before him in that way, knowing you’d have his undivided attention.

When he realized that you were being completely serious, something inside of him sparked to life. His lips on yours were far more feverish now, holding your face to his own while he let you taste the intensity of his neediness.

The second he pulled away for some air, you abandoned your place on his lap. He turned to observe as you sat in the middle of his bed, and began to pull off your shirt.

“Wait, you mean right now?”

He was just so cute, you couldn't get over it, laughing as you confirmed, “yeah, why not?”

You took your time as you peeled off one item of clothing after another, and all the while Baekhyun stared, almost as if he was in some sort of trance. His mouth hung open slightly, skin turning a lovely shade of pink.

As excited as he was to paint you, he was starting to worry that he wouldn’t have the patience. Just watching you, on his bed, as you took off all your clothes for him, turned him on a little too much for comfort. But you asked, so he would deliver. He just hoped he would be able to focus enough to do a good job.

Your underwear were the last to go, and once they were off, you let your eyes meet again. He held them for a few seconds, but naturally, they began to wander. It did make you a bit shy, knowing that he could see every piece of you, even the parts you were insecure about.

Baekhyun couldn’t understand why, when you began to pull the blanket over yourself. He knew he’d been staring, but was that not to be expected? You’d been beautiful to him before, but now that he could see all of you, there was even more for him to become infatuated with. In his eyes every curve, every inch you slowly began to conceal again, was perfect.

“Don’t” He said, taking a handful of the blanket. “I swear to you, there is nothing you need to be shy about, you’re beyond gorgeous. Truly.”

You hid your face in your hands, but allowed him to remove the blanket, throwing it off the bed entirely. When you looked at him again, he wore a small reassuring smile.

He came closer, the sight before him too good not to try and touch. When you stopped him, he pouted, confused.

“Don’t you need a canvas? And, I don’t know, some paint?”

He blinked a few times, already having forgotten the reason you’d undressed in the first place. “Right!”

Tearing his hands and eyes away from you to get up and find his supplies felt like a special new form of torture. After what felt like a lot longer than a few minutes, he finally positioned himself a few feet away from the bed where he could comfortably sit in his desk chair with a full view of your body.

You moved up his bed a little, resting your head on his pillow and bringing one arm over your head, posing yourself for him. “Is this okay?”

Without saying a word he came to you, the light touch of his hand on your arm causing a sharp inhale. A chill ran down your spine when he gently took hold of one thigh, just above the knee, making you bend your leg. He so badly wanted to keep touching you, to trace his way further up the soft skin. His hand lingered, before finally tearing himself away.

Before sitting back down, he asked, “Are you comfortable?”

You nodded. It wasn’t a lie, but with the tsunami of overwhelming emotions brought on by your nakedness and his fleeting touch, it still felt like a silly response.

You kept your eyes on him, watching how he scanned every inch of your body as he started putting the brush to the canvas.

Being so exposed in front of him was even more of a rush than you'd anticipated. You’d experienced intimacy before, you’d had sex with other boys, but now, without Baekhyun even touching you, it reached a harrowing intensity you weren’t yet familiar with.

Baekhyun felt it course through him in waves, having to pause every now and again to calm himself down. He was certain that he’d never wanted to touch someone that badly in his entire life. Committing to memory every curve that you so generously showed him, and putting them onto the canvas, felt like a dream. The best kind, perfectly weightless and disorienting in its intensity.

You noticed the way he occasionally squeezed his eyes shut and took deep breaths, “Are you okay?” You asked teasingly.

His smile was bashful, cheeks somehow growing an even deeper shade of pink. “I am fantastic, I just really, really want to touch you. It’s making it kind of hard to focus.”

“Well hurry up so you can join me, then.”

Again, he closed his eyes, inhaling deeply before letting it all back out. “You have no idea what you’re doing to me.”

He seemed to pick up the pace after that, his hands moving impatiently as he did his best to finish the painting so he could finally get his hands on you. Still, he tried his best, deciding to simply go with a slightly messier, more abstract approach.

The minutes kept ticking by with him only losing his cool even more, and he told you, “There's no way I can take my time with this right now, do you think we could do this again sometime? Maybe when I feel a little less crazy?”

You beamed back at him, “Of course.”

He shifted around in his chair and you saw it, the obvious bulge in his pants. Seeing how he was watching you as closely as you watched him, he knew by your smirk that you'd gotten a good look.

He huffed a small laugh of embarrassment, moving once again, this time bringing one hand to his crotch to properly readjust.

You smiled even wider, and he looked bashful as ever.

“Stop looking.” He whined, soon bringing the brush to the canvas once again

“Hm?” Your eyes snapped up to his, and you had to laugh, “You want me to stop looking at your dick, when you still have pants on, and I’m literally naked on your bed?”

“Well… It sounds dumb when you say it like that.”

“If anything, I’d be a little offended if you weren’t hard right now.”

“Then you definitely shouldn’t feel offended in the slightest.”

His hand continued its fevered motions, and you devoured the sight of him, now sitting with his legs spread, the obvious bulge straining against his zipper. His skin was coated in a damp sheen, giving him a gorgeous glow. His neck and clavicle bone, his strong forearms, the way his hand held the paintbrush. Every little piece of him was so alluring, your own patience was disappearing with unnerving speed.

“How much longer do you think?” You blurt out, feeling hotter by the second, struggling to keep your eyes off the line in this pants.

“Almost done.” He says, and you breathe a sigh of relief.

You wonder if he’s noticed the labored rise and fall of your bare chest, and the way you now struggle to keep a consistent rhythm. His thighs looked so strong and firm, it would be easy to sit yourself onto him and rub yourself into an embarrassingly quick orgasm. You knew that the slightest touch would set you off.

At long last he put down the brush, sitting back and tilting his head, observing his work.

“Done?” You asked, and he nodded.

He picked up the canvas, keeping his eyes fixed on you as he moved closer. You sat up to meet him halfway, letting him curve a hand around your jaw and pull you in for a long awaited kiss. He whined when you pulled away sooner than he wanted, still too curious about the painting.

At last he took a seat on the bed next to you, and showed you the canvas.

He chewed on his bottom lip as you got your first look, a little embarrassed that he hadn’t been able to produce something more refined. “I know it’s kind of messy, but I swear I did my best given the circumstances, I’m not usually so distracted.”

You exhaled a small laugh. The picture in front of you was beautiful, you were beautiful, in a way no photograph could ever capture. He didn’t paint you from the point of view of a camera, or even just any other person. What he put on the canvas was how he saw you, through the lens of his own admiration, and it was impossible not to feel beautiful when he captured you in such a generous way.

It was a bit messy, but that didn’t matter. You loved the way it captured the hurried lust of the moment.

“This is amazing.” You told him, “You’re amazing.”

He watched as you stood, leaning the canvas against a bare stretch of his wall, where it would be easily visible from his bed. Your eyes were still on the painting, but his remained fixed to your nude body.

You slowly came closer, watching how his legs parted to make space for you between them. His hands were delicate on your waist with their first touches, soon taking hold to drag you in closer, letting his face meet the skin beneath your breasts.

“Fuck�� He murmured, “You even smell perfect.”

His arms wrapped around you tightly, hugging you against him from where you stood between his legs. Your hands were in his hair, tugging just a bit, to bring his attention back up to your eyes.

He stood, and you moved in quickly for a kiss, letting your hands push beneath his shirt.

“Wait.” He said, lips turning up into a hint of a grin at the way you pouted. “I don’t want you to feel pressured into anything. Whatever you’re ready for is okay, don’t worry about me.”

“I want you to fuck me.” You told him without hesitation, taking hold of his shirt to start dragging it over his head.

“Oh thank god.” He sighed, and allowed you to start undressing him.

When your hand moved to his pants he helped you get them undone, pushing them down and stepping out of them. After what felt like ages he finally pressed himself to you, bare chests relishing each other's labored breaths, and he began to lay you down.

Seeking more contact, you wrapped your legs around his waist, sighing at the relief of his weight above you as you settled into the cloud of pillows beneath. The first thrust of his hardness between your legs conjured up a small gasp, though you welcomed it, pulling him impossibly closer. His kisses became more desperate, all tongue and breathy moans while his hands wandered, exploring every inch that you’d laid out for him.

Finally getting to touch after only having his eyes on you for so long brought some relief, but it also heightened the increasingly inconvenient need for more. He wanted to take his time, to savor you, but the unbearable tension pushed him close to his breaking point.

The touch of your hand when it snaked its way between your bodies, stroking him over his briefs, nearly did him in. The moan he let out came from deep within, a sound of pure and uncontrolled bliss.

He leaned up slightly, catching your wrist to pull your hand away. “Fuck, I can’t- It’s too much, too quick.”

You watched in awe as he held himself back, but you didn’t want that. You didn’t care. If he was going to cum already, you wanted to watch him, to feel it, to revel in how badly he needed you.

One hand tangled its way into his hair, bringing him into a kiss, before parting just enough to whisper, “You can cum, we have all night.”

This time you tugged his underwear out of the way, and he didn’t stop you when you wrapped your hand around his length. You could feel the throbbing, the moisture already pooling at the tip, and when you slowly began to move your hand up and down, he did his best to muffle his sounds of delight in the crook of your neck.

His lips smashed themselves into yours, moving in a hungry, adrenaline fueled haze, until seconds later, he shuddered above you as he let go. Your belly and hand were coated in his release, still moving as you indulged in the sounds he made. When it came to be too much, he rolled off you, chest moving rapidly as beads of sweat trickled down the sides of his flushed face.

“Fuck..” He muttered, mainly to himself, finally prying his eyes back open when he felt your lips on the side of his neck.

Without another word he got up, finding a damp towel to clean you up with. As he did so, he wouldn’t look you in the eyes, his expression regrettable.

“What?” You asked, sitting up to close some of the distance.

“Embarrassing,” He mumbled, but you could make out a hint of a smile. “I swear I can last longer, I’m not used to sitting and staring for an hour before getting to touch. I also just really fucking like you.”

The second he was done cleaning you up, you pulled him closer, reassuring him with a long, needy kiss. You smiled into it, too taken with him and the moment to feel anything but joy.

“I really fucking like you too, Baek.”

With determined grace he laid you down, his lips exploring every bare patch of skin within reach. He kissed down your jaw, gentle at first, but as he moved, he grew bolder. When he reached your clavicle bone, he took the delicate skin between his teeth, biting, sucking, soft enough to keep you wanting more, but firm enough to make your heart race.

His hands, which had remained at your sides, joined his lips when he reached your breasts. The softness was too tempting, he couldn’t help himself.

As he showered you in his affections, your mind wandered, thinking back on the many times you’d imagined exactly this as you lay awake at night. Now that it was real, he was real, his weight between your legs pinning you to his mattress, you wondered how you ever ignored him, how you possibly could’ve been so cruel, both to him, and yourself. This was perfect, and the fact that you’d nearly ruined any chance there had been to get here, was a sad reality to face.

The sensation of his mouth as it tugged on one of your nipples, a hand diligently taking care of the other side, pulled you back into the moment, but only temporarily. You didn’t even know it was possible to feel this good, to need someone else’s touch so deeply. Again, you cursed yourself for nearly pushing him away forever, and this time, your pain and the pleasure built into a confusing and blinding cocktail that had tears blurring your vision.

Baekhyun didn’t notice at first, too caught up in the feeling of your chest in his hands and mouth. When the first sob shook you, he assumed you were reacting to his touch, which you were, but not in the way he expected.

The second time you let out a small cry, and now he detached himself, staring in wide-eyed shock and confusion at the tears streaming down your face.

“Y/n? What’s going on? Why are you crying? Did I do something wrong?”

Did I do something wrong?

It was the same thing he asked you that day after class, after you’d started shutting him out, the day you lied to him about wanting to focus on school. You remembered how hurt he’d looked, how guilty you’d felt, and it had all been for nothing. The tears came faster, harder.

Baekhyun didn’t know what to do, and started to panic when he realized you were in fact crying, and whatever he’d said had made it worse.

His hands both quickly reached your face, frantically wiping away tears as he continued to ramble.

“What’s wrong? I’m so confused, please, say something, anything, I don’t know what to do, I don’t know what I did, please-”

You pulled his face closer, making him kiss you hard, needing something to show him what you were feeling before gathering your thoughts.

“I’m so sorry.” You blurted out, “This is perfect, you’re perfect, and I almost ruined everything, I was so mean to you, I’m such an idiot.”

“Huh?” Baekhyun tried to get his thoughts straight, still too turned on to think clearly. You put a hand over his heart, and it was pounding.

The bewildered look in his eyes gradually softened as he realized what was happening, and he continued wiping away the tears.

“Why are you sorry?”

After a deep inhale, you explained, “I ignored you, I lied to you, I tried to cut you out of my life completely. That was just so stupid, I feel terrible. This feels so good, so right, I’m so mad at myself for being so dense.”

“None of that matters anymore though, we’re here now, everything turned out okay, it’s okay.”

The tears had slowed down, but the look on your face still worried him. Not knowing what else to say, he just kissed you, first on the forehead, then on both cheeks, before finally reaching your lips.

“I was an idiot too,” He whispered, “But right now, I just want to show you how much I’ve wanted you, how special you are, how I haven’t stopped thinking about you in weeks. You’re literally a dream come true.”

When his lips met that one spot on your neck, the spot that always makes your eyes flutter shut, that pulls a soft gasp from your lips, you sank back into it, back into him. He did all the right things to keep you there, dedicating himself to keeping your full attention

“Just focus on me, yeah?”

You nodded, and his wandering hands were the final pull, keeping you securely in his embrace, an embrace that didn’t allow any doubt, any grief in such a wonderful moment.

Originally he’d wanted to take his time. He wanted the first time with you to be special, unrushed. He wanted to indulge completely, and yet his patience was running out. His lips kissed down to your chest once again, lingering for a little while, until he moved further. Each kiss was feather light, barely making contact, but driving you insane nonetheless. When he reached the skin just below your belly button, he paused, this time kissing you a little firmer, but it was his face that did it for you. The way he smiled up at you, almost innocently, as he finished moving down your body, set every nerve ablaze.

The need was mounting quickly. Your hands laced themselves into his fluffy black hair, trying to tug him the rest of the way, but he resisted. Instead, he began to nip at the skin of your inner thighs. Each time you would tense up, squirm, and tighten your grip on him, and he fucking loved it. No part of him could care even the slightest bit about the sting of your hands tugging at his scalp. It told him that you wanted more, that you wanted him, and that was all he craved.

Laid out before him like this, him between your legs, he felt the first waves of possessiveness crash through. You were his. His girlfriend. He was the only one who got to see you like this, and he hoped it would stay that way, for as long as he was around.

Fueled by his blinding lust and need, he let you have it, diving in with greed. The way you arched at the first touch of his tongue on your clit had him smiling into you, pleased by the tremendous effect he had. He knew then, you were just as fucked for him as he was for you.

Just like him, you found yourself dancing on the edge far sooner than what felt normal or right. Still, you let him take you there, lost in every little motion of his perfect mouth. He ate you out like he’d known your body for years, like he'd always been meant to be right there, between your thighs.

His hair was soft between your fingers, now fully intertwined, tugging carelessly. He moaned into you, delighted by the sting on his scalp, and the taste on his tongue.

“Cum for me.” He mumbled, hardly taking his mouth off of you.

You nodded, frantic, and when one finger slowly slid inside you, it was closer than ever. Only a few pumps later you shuddered apart, releasing into his mouth with a gasp and a sigh.

He smiled, still keeping up the rhythm of his tongue and finger, pulling you through it until you couldn't take it anymore. Over sensitivity set in, and you pushed him away with the little strength you had left.

Still panting, you met his eyes, and his smile was instantly contagious. Both hands grabbed onto his shoulders, pulling him closer for a long, messy kiss.

As he pulled away he kept your face in his hands, just admiring you. His thumb was barely there, so gentle as it touched your cheek.

“You're so beautiful.”

Your smile grew even further, but as his eyes remained glued to your own, you became shy. Ever so slightly, you started to shake your head. He stopped you.

“I could paint every little part of you, from every possible angle, in every possible light, and still never get enough of you, that’s how beautiful you are to me. I didn't know it was possible to be this obsessed with just looking at another person.”

“I want you to do more than just look at me, Baek.”

His eyes sparkled, “I know.”

Again, he kissed you, but this time he didn’t stop. He guided you up the bed, until your head was comfortable among the pillows and he could lay between your thighs. An involuntary push against you let you know he was hard again, and he only pulled away to take off his last remaining clothing, holding your gaze with intent as he came close.

The first bit of pressure from his tip as it slipped through your folds set you ablaze, needing him more than ever. One more kiss was pressed to your lips before he pulled away to look down at you, keeping your eyes fixed to his own, and then, he was pushing inside.

Finally, you both achieved that last bit of closeness, relieved at the connection, the skin pressed to skin. He filled you up so well, like he’d somehow always been missing, and with every further push as he started to move, that feeling grew. Time blurred into a meaningless haze, just him and his hips on your mind as they pleased you so expertly. You clung to him, legs wrapped around his waist, nails digging into the toned muscles of his back.

Baekhyun made love to you the way every girl dreams of. His hips were steady and precise, listening to you, learning how your body reacted, and making sure he brought you every possible bit of pleasure he could. Amidst his intoxicating thrusts his kisses brought you even further towards heaven, filled with uninhibited passion and hunger. Baekhyun, too, was feeling the intensity, the way the shared pleasure bonded you to him, and him to you.

“My beautiful girlfriend, so perfect, so good to me.” He whispered, his hot breath on your ear sending jolts of excitement down your spine. You just nodded, urging him to keep going, knowing that the edge was again inching closer. Every time he filled you, reaching the furthest possible depths, before pulling out almost completely, his length hit just the right spot. Each push got you closer to the feeling you now chased desperately, and Baekhyun wouldn’t rest until he got to see you cum for him, and around him.

Seconds later you half moaned, half sighed with delight as your orgasm took hold. He didn’t stop, and every additional thrust made your high that much more overwhelming. Baekhyun let out breathy moans of his own at the way you squeezed him, still rolling his hips to pull you all the way through your pleasure.

As he watched you, red faced, sweating, completely at his mercy, and so lost in ecstasy, it hit him, too. As your pussy throbbed in the aftermath of your high, he reached his own, filling you with his release.

Only then could you register the sticky, sweaty mess of limbs you’d become entangled with, and yet when he rolled off you, you still immediately kept clinging to him, pressing your face into the crook of his neck. Even the smell of him like this was massively comforting to you.

You only detached yourself when he softly called your name, his smile easily reaching his eyes as he beamed back at you, brighter than you’d ever seen before, like golden sunshine spilling out around him and illuminating the room in a gorgeous, warm glow.

“You’re finally mine.” Baekhyun spoke, and you nodded.

“All yours.”

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Golden

Part 1/2

Characters: Reader x Baekhyun

Genre: College AU, Baekhyun as an adorable art student and campus heartthrob, shy OC, hurt/comfort, mutual pining, angst, eventual smut

WC: 8.3k

Warnings: Harassment, alcohol consumption

Masterlist

The streets of Seoul set your mind ablaze in all their bright, manicured chaos.

It had been three years since your first time in the city, but again it sucked you right in without as much as a glimpse of hesitation. Not unlike you with a bowl of your favorite ramyun.

The American midwest had its charms, if you looked hard enough, but your eyes were getting tired. The city had always been more your speed, and Seoul was, in your mind, the absolute best there was. When the opportunity finally came to spend your last year of college at Korea University you eagerly took it.

No matter the area, the time of day, or one's specific interests, there was always a good chance that something uniquely enticing was just around the corner, waiting to be discovered. Getting bored wasn’t an option, even for those who might crave it every now and then.

Patience, like boredom, was not on the menu in Seoul either. Ppalli-ppalli is what they call it, ‘quickly-quickly, the culture that drives the city to cater perfectly to the needs of those as antsy, or really just anxious, as yourself. It’s hard to overthink for hours when there is so much constantly changing and happening around you, demanding your attention. You found that profoundly comforting.

Independence had always been a strength of yours, so the first several weeks flew by, but by the third week, and then the fourth, even you got a little lonely.

After a few years studying the language, your Korean was decent. Passable. But fluent, you were not. Ordering in restaurants, reading directions and street signs, that was no problem, but having to make any kind of meaningful conversation was humbling, to say the least.

It was a relief to finally get a roommate, Heejin, another senior at the university. She was thrilled to practice her English with you, and you your Korean with her.

Before you knew it the semester was starting, and right on your first day of classes, you noticed him. Surrounded by a large group of friends all laughing together, he was at the center in all his beauty.

It would be hard not to notice him, really, given his clothing. They were unusually colorful, in contrast to the muted neutrals most Koreans favor, and were often dotted with what looked like paint stains, mainly shades of yellow and gold. In the crowded lecture hall, he was a sliver of sunlight against the sea of black, brown, and gray.

He wore round glasses, which framed kind, puppy-like eyes the color of your favorite chocolate. The dark curls of his hair were perfectly fluffy, and his lips perfectly pink. Moles and freckles decorated his nose and cheeks generously.

You struggled not to stare. He was just so pretty. Especially when you saw him smile. Just the sight of him laughing at a joke you hadn’t even heard, brought a smile to your face.

He was shining, glowing, radiating so much warmth you’d blissfully forgotten the still looming chill of early spring.

“That’s Baekhyun, he’s a studio arts major, pretty much every girl I know has a crush on him. I get it, though, he is super cute, he seems really nice, too, though I don’t really know him myself.” Heejin told you, when you asked about him that same evening.

Against your better judgment, or any rational thought, really, you let yourself be drawn to him, taking your seat the next day in the row directly in front of his. You didn’t mean to eavesdrop, but you couldn’t help it, listening in on him and his friends' conversations before class started. He was whitty, charming, and effortlessly funny, though he never made jokes at anyone else’s expense, like his friends did. He seemed like a genuinely sweet guy, just like your roommate had said. And basically every girl on campus saw it too, along with how devastatingly cute he was.

Despite feeling relatively confident in the subject matter of all your classes, you still did your best to fade into the background and avoid being called on by the professors. Trying to sound smart and confident wasn’t something your Korean skills (or still slightly fragile psyche) were up to yet.

But as fate would have it, you couldn’t avoid talking in class forever. At the end of the second week, during your last class of the day, you were called on to answer something pretty simple, yet you still ended up stumbling over your words, sounding awkward at best.

You easily picked up on the snide comments and snickers coming from the girls behind you. Back home you would’ve thrown her a mean side eye at the very least, but now you just kept your head down. Making enemies so early on here couldn’t be a good idea. Not only that, but you knew Baekhyun would be witness to all of it.

“Sumin, it took you three tries to pass elementary English, talking about someone else’s language skills is wild.”

His voice was just as lovely as the rest of him, so you didn’t even have to turn around to be sure who’d said it, but you still did. There was a small reassuring smile on his lips, and a pout on hers. He’d said it so casually, like it was nothing, but it definitely meant a hell of a lot to you.

She was gorgeous, and you’d wondered in the past if there was something going on between them. But Baekhyun didn't appear all that impressed with her, at least not the way she clearly was with him.

You kept replaying it in your mind, until finally class was over, and you headed quickly towards the door, worried you’d be hearing more rude comments.

“Hey! Y/n, right?”

“Huh?” Too shocked to fully react, you spun around to see him walking straight towards you.

“I’m Baekhyun, sorry about my friend earlier. You’re an exchange student, right?” His English was nearly perfect, the slight accent he had making him sound even more endearing.

“Yeah… Thank you, by the way. How do you know my name?”

“Well, you do kind of stand out. In a good way though.”

He was grinning, looking gorgeous as ever, even in a simple red tshirt and jeans, dotted with the usual colorful specks of paint. Now that he was standing so close to you, you got a good idea of how tall he was, and although he wasn’t the biggest, most muscular guy you’d ever seen, his shoulders were surprisingly broad, and his arms looked sturdy. As your eyes stayed glued to his form, your mind wandered off, thinking about how lovely it must feel to get a hug from him.

It occurred to you then that he must’ve asked someone about you, the same way you’d asked about him.

“I do?” You asked, starting to make your way towards the building’s exit.

“Well, yeah, there are other foreigners going here too of course, but I’m sure most of them don’t get as much attention as you.”

You blushed, not wanting to read into it too deeply, but you wondered if that was his way of telling you that he thought you were cute.

“I don’t know about that…”

“So, where are you headed now?” He asked, holding the door as you both left the building.

“Back to my dorm, that was my last class of the day.”

“Same, can I walk with you?”

“Sure, it’s a little far though.”

He shrugged, “I don't mind.”

As he accompanied you across campus, you couldn’t help but wonder why he was being so nice. He seemed like a nice person, of course, but he didn’t know you at all. You weren’t even an artsy type like he was.

“You’re an art student, right? Is that why some of your clothes have paint on them?”

He nodded, a big beautiful smile on his face. “My favorite is oil paints, and they stain like crazy so now I just let it happen, I kinda like the way it looks.”

“I like it too.”

“Yeah? Maybe I could paint on your clothes too sometime.”

You laughed, shaking your head. “I don’t think I could pull it off.”

“What? Of course you could, if I can then you definitely can.” He teased, swaying slightly as he took his next step, letting his shoulder brush your own.

It was troublingly easy for him to make you blush, and you hoped he didn’t notice just how flustered he was making you, without even really doing anything.

“What about you? What's your major?”

“International business, I've wanted to move here for years, and that major was recommended to me for this exchange program.”

“Well, I'm glad you finally made it.” He grinned, warm and lovely, and if you hadn’t known better, you might’ve thought that he was flirting with you. “You're from America, right?”

You nodded.

“What made you want to move to Korea?”

“My favorite professor back in the states was Korean, she told me that she thought I would do well here, and introduced me to the culture, the language, all of it. I eventually came here for a week-long spring break thing, and ended up liking it a lot.”

Even from the outer echelons of your gaze, his smile was still bright as ever, those beautiful kind eyes fixated on you with intent. You couldn’t look back at him, not yet, your fragile heart needed time. He wondered why the architecture of the surrounding buildings suddenly became of such keen interest to you.

“What about you? Why art?”

He shrugged, “I've always been the creative type, ever since I was a kid. I can’t really imagine doing anything else at this point.”

“I'd love to see some of your work, if you'd be willing to show me.”

“Of course!” His face lit up even more, somehow, and he immediately pulled out his phone, opening up a photo album of his recent projects and handing it to you.

You assumed he’d be pretty good just based on how popular he was, but when you got a good look at some of his work, it stopped you dead in your tracks. You froze, swiping through some of the pictures, speechless.

“Do you like them?”

You let out a short laugh, more in disbelief than anything else. “Are you kidding? These are amazing, you’re so talented.”

Most of his paintings were dreamlike scenes bathed in yellow and gold, bright shapes and colors coming through in the most beautiful ways, creating so much atmosphere and movement, even just through the screen of his phone. They all depicted people, mostly women, just going about their normal lives, but the colorful and abstract nature of his style made it all so much more alluring to look at. Without a doubt, he had a real gift.

He just shrugged, “I do my best.”

You were a little disappointed to reach your dorm so soon, and have to tell him goodbye, though he assured you he would see you in class. For the first time, you actually looked forward to it, the promise of seeing him and his wonderful smile again making all of your previous uncertainty melt into comparative irrelevance.

When the next class period came around, you’d expected to hear him sit down behind you with the rest of his friends. You did hear his friends sit down, talking among themselves, but he walked right past them, sitting down next to you instead.

He started asking you about the homework, totally casual, and you had to act like you weren’t internally screaming the entire time. You acted as normal as you could, all the while feeling Sumin’s eyes like sharpened pencils stabbing into the back of your skull.

Eventually class started, and that took your mind off things at least a little, but as soon as the professor dismissed everyone Baekhyun was once again asking if he could walk you home, and of course, you agreed.

An awkward silence filled the air as you tried to find something to talk about, but just having him there next to you made you so embarrassingly shy, you could hardly think straight. As he held the door for you, that disgustingly sweet fluttering sensation filled your belly, and while familiar, you’d never experienced it to such a degree.

“Do you have a favorite painter?” You eventually blurted out. It was the first thing that came to mind, and to your relief, he seemed excited to answer.

“Yeah! I mean, there are a ton that I love, but the one I’m most inspired by in my own work is Gustav Klimt, the way he combines art nouveau, with more classical and Japanese influences, it's so cool. I try to do something similar, but with a more Korean flair. He was really controversial during his time too, but he didn’t care and just did what he liked anyway.”

“Why was he controversial?”

“Well…” He cleared his throat, and you swore, for a second, it looked like he was blushing. For once, he wasn’t looking at you, seemingly avoiding eye contact himself. “Many of his really famous pieces are of women, usually without clothes on. There’s a lot of symbolism around sexuality and eroticism, so early 20th century Austria labeled his work as pornographic.”

“Oh?”

“Well it was the 1910’s!” He replied, maybe a little too quickly, “One rogue boob was enough to thoroughly scandalize them, you know what I mean, right?”

You smiled, comforted by the fact that he actually seemed to be the one getting flustered now. “Yeah, I know what you mean. Different time.”

“He was ahead of his time, for sure. That's one of the things I love about him and his work.”

He just kept gushing about the different pieces he liked best, showing them to you on his phone, talking about the different motifs and what it was about them that he loved. It was so sweet, his enthusiasm for it, and you took it all in happily.

You could listen to him talk about art all day long. You could see the sparkle in his eyes, the passion and excitement he had for it, and you were almost jealous of him, that he was so great at something that he loved so much. Sadly though, you soon made it back to your dorm again. However this time, when you turned to start walking up the steps, he stopped you.

“Wait, um, if you wouldn’t mind, could I get your number?”

You stared back at him for a minute, happy but surprised, before nodding. He handed you his phone and you added your contact, heart beating rapidly, trying your best not to look as excited as you felt.

When you reached your room, you saw the first text from him, one of the paintings he’d shown you. It was the same colorful yet overwhelmingly golden color scheme you’d seen in his own work, and depicted a man kissing a woman on the cheek. The racing of your heart took several minutes to return to a more normal pace.

As the semester went on, he always sat with you, and always walked you home. It took you another few weeks to really start opening up to him, but as you gradually did, his kind and warm demeanor made you feel at ease. He asked you about your family, your hobbies, whatever he could to get to know you better. You told him about your love for music, your favorite artists, and he always listened intently. He’d check out songs you recommended, and singers he’d never heard of, seeming as eager as you to get to meet again and discuss them more in depth.

Even as you talked to him about more personal matters, he never made you feel judged, always keeping an open heart and mind. That was another thing about him that you grew to admire.

You loved Seoul, and Korean culture, but learned that people could be more judgemental, and on the basis of quite superficial matters. Not only that, but these judgements were perfectly acceptable to express, adding an extra layer of pressure to everyday life. Baekhyun, however, didn’t partake in any of it.

Despite how attractive, popular, and as you came to learn, wealthy, he was, he never talked down to anyone. Jokes of that sort, that were normal to basically all of his friends, he wouldn’t react to, noticing the way he’d steer the conversation away from such topics when they came up.

He was accepting of everyone, regardless of their status, appearance, or various other factors. He was friends with basically everyone, too. As he’d walk with you he would always be greeting people left and right, giving everyone a smile and a friendly wave, never once ignoring someone or showing any condescension. He was just good.

His kindness, as lovely as it was, unfortunately also made you realize how not special you were to him. It was simply in his nature to be kind, even to those who might not deserve it, or could get the wrong idea. It was obvious how many girls had crushes on him, and though it never contained any malicious intent, he flirted with basically all of them. It was just part of his good nature. When he could tell someone liked him, he liked to make them happy. He never purposely misled anyone, or got their hopes up, but you still saw it happen time and time again. He would compliment a girl, and she would get all flustered, just like you had, wondering if maybe he really did like her, only to be disappointed when he did the same to her friend. If he wasn’t such a goddamn sweetheart he probably would've been labeled a playboy long ago, but everyone could clearly see that he wasn’t like that. Sleeping around wasn’t something he seemed to do either, though he definitely could’ve if he wanted to.

All of that being said, you still fell hard for him. It felt silly, being so infatuated and getting so flustered around him due to his sweet words, knowing that there wasn’t anything special about the way he treated you. He was that sweet to all of the girls, and you couldn’t even be mad at him for it, so you learned to hide how you felt. At least you wouldn’t end up looking like a fool that way.

Walking to class in the mornings always felt like such a chore, especially ever since Baekhyun had started to accompany you on your way back home everyday. You missed his company, and it was usually still quite cold, too, something you hated. Getting to listen to music uninterrupted was the only part that brought you some solace.

One morning was particularly stressful for you, having overslept the day before an exam, already late to the very necessary hour of studying you’d planned before going to your first class.

You were walking quicker than usual, headphones on, focused on making it to the library. However none of that seemed to deter the guy who started walking alongside you, now talking at you, motioning for you to take your headphones off.

Annoyed as you were, you didn’t want to be rude either. You took off the headphones, telling him, “Sorry, I’m kind of in a hurry.”

He didn’t seem to care, and when you started putting your headphones back on, he grabbed them from you.

You stared at him, clearly pissed off and in slight disbelief, but still, he just kept walking, now uncomfortably close to you. “I’m Jaeyong. I’ve seen you around, you’re really pretty. My dad basically owns this whole place, you know.”

“Oh yeah?” You tried to take your headphones back, but he kept them out of reach.

You’d seen him around campus too, surrounded by a posse of other rich kids, though they weren’t the kind Baekhyun associated with, and it was easy to see why. You immediately had a bad feeling about the guy.

“Can I get your number? We should go out sometime, I only date foreign girls. You guys are way less stuck up than the girls here, more open minded.”

Oh lord. You’d been warned about guys like him. “I don’t think that’s a good idea.”

“Come on, don’t be a bitch. At least give me your number.”

You ignored what he said, trying again to get ahold of your headphones, and he still refused to give them back.

“You’d be lucky to go on a date with someone like me, you know.”

“Sorry, but I’m not interested. Can I please get my headphones back now?”

“What? You have a boyfriend or something?”

He’d been following you long enough that you were already in front of the library, and you really didn’t want him to follow you inside. For your own sanity, but also to spare the other students the annoyance, knowing he likely still wouldn’t shut up.

Unfortunately when you didn’t go inside, he ended up backing you up to the side of the building, blocking you into a corner.

“You can get your headphones back if you agree to go on a date with me.” His face was so close to your own you could smell his breath, turning away from him, refusing to respond. “Come on Y/n. You know you want to.”

The greasy smirk on his face made you feel sick. You didn’t remember ever giving him your name.

“I really need to go study.”

“I said, don’t be a bitch. It would be really stupid of you to reject me.” He spat, a jarring change in his tone.

He was no longer smiling, either, clearly getting frustrated with you. Fear started to take over, and you decided you could get new headphones later, you just needed to get away. You tried to get past him, but his hand on your shoulder shoved you against the side of the building roughly, painfully, and panic quickly set in, tears forming in your eyes. He didn’t even seem to care that there were other people around, clearly confident nobody would bother to stop him.

He was talking again, and you could hear the malice in his voice, though you were too scared to even really tell what he was saying anymore, cheeks now wet, repeating again and again to please just leave you alone. Your shoulder ached, still being held against the brick wall hard enough that you knew it would bruise.

Your eyes were squeezed shut, shaking your head, and suddenly the hand on your shoulder was gone. You collapsed to the ground, only vaguely aware of the voices around you.

There was a cacophony of “Leave her alone”, “Mind your business”, “Fuck off”, and more coming from only a few feet away but you just sat slumped against the wall, wishing it would all go away.

The sudden touch from a pair of hands taking hold of your own made you jump. You finally opened your eyes again, and to your great relief, it wasn't the guy who’d been bothering you, it was Baekhyun.

“Y/n? Are you okay?”

A pair of concerned eyes met your own, feeling his thumbs as they softly ran across the backs of your hands. You stared back at him, dumbfounded, too stunned to speak. He was crouched down in front of you where you still sat against the wall, the other man nowhere to be seen.

“Please say something.”

“I- I don’t know.”

You didn’t notice, but Baekhyun grew increasingly aware of the people starting to gather around. His grip on your hands tightened and he pulled you back up to your feet, disappearing into the library with you. He made his way into the first empty study room he could find, his hand still firmly holding your own.

Now that you knew you were actually safe the adrenaline finally began to wear off. Baekhyun pulled out a chair for you to sit, so you did, and he soon followed. He moved so he was facing you instead of the table, and you tried to do the same, but when you braced yourself against the table and put even the slightest pressure on it, pain shot up towards your shoulder, making you wince.

He caught on right away, moving your chair for you.

“Are you hurt?”

Embarrassment slowly took hold now that you’d come to realize the gravity of the situation. As much as you didn’t want him to worry about you, you knew you couldn’t just lie, either.

“It isn’t too bad, I’ll be okay.” You were avoiding his eyes, growing more and more shy by the second. “You should get to class, I need to study anyway.”

“What?”

The softness and confusion in his voice pierced through your heart, even with only that one word. He was moving closer, and you hadn't even realized that you were still crying, not until his thumb began to gently wipe your tears away.

You were painfully aware of the rapid increase in your heart rate, as well as the redness spreading across your cheeks. He was so close now, his hands delicate on your face, looking at you with those beautiful brown eyes swimming with unease, still so worried about you.

His eyes moved to your shoulder, and his hand to the collar of your sweater.

“Can I..?”

You nodded, turning that side of your body towards him, and he slowly moved the fabric aside.

Seeing how his eyes widened, you looked down, and saw the blue and purple bruises for yourself.

“You are hurt. Let's get you to a nurse.” He said as he stood, but you stayed seated.

“Baekhyun, it's ok, I can go by myself later, you don't have to do all this.”

“Yeah, I do. I want to help.” He said, and held out his hand, beckoning you to get up and go with him. His eyes met yours, holding your gaze with intent. You couldn’t say no to him, not when he looked at you like that. His hand was warm when you finally took it, gratefully accepting his kindness, bashful as you were.

His hand stayed holding yours the entire way to the health services building. It wasn't far, but you still noticed the looks you got, especially from other girls.

You assumed that Baekhyun would leave for class once he dropped you off, but he didn't. He took a seat with you as you waited for your name to be called, and soon enough, you were being led down the hallway, with him still by your side.

“Sorry, your boyfriend can't come in the room with you.” Said the nurse, and you and Baekhyun exchanged nervous glances, though neither said anything to correct her..

He sat himself down in a nearby chair to wait, and you followed the nurse into the room. When you returned, he still wore that same nervous expression, asking, “How bad is it?”

His sweetness brought a long overdue smile to your face. “Not bad.” You said, and pulled your sweater aside to show him the tape and bandages. “No heavy lifting for a few weeks, and I should try not to move it too much, but nothing serious.”

Finally, you saw him ease up a bit, showing you a small smile as well. “Can I walk you to class?”

You nodded, and he was once again by your side as you headed across campus, though this time without his hand holding yours. As much as you tried to deny it, you missed the feeling. Once or twice you felt his hand brush up against your own, and you wondered if he was thinking the same thing, but you knew you shouldn’t get caught up in those kinds of thoughts.

“I don’t want to intrude, but if you’d like- I mean, if it would make you feel more comfortable, I could walk with you in the mornings, too, and between classes.”

As he said it his eyes were fixed on his hands, fidgeting with a ring he had on.

“Are you sure? I don’t want to make you late, or be a bother.”

“It’s no problem at all! Really, I think I would also feel better, just knowing that you’re safe.”

“Oh..I would like that, yeah.” You found yourself looking down at the pavement, blushing, mind once again wandering off, the sickly sweet feeling fluttering within you. When you turned onto a larger road, you didn’t miss the way his hand gently took hold of your good shoulder, positioning himself between you and the street.

You went on to text him your class schedule, and he happily agreed to walk with you wherever you needed to go, though you still found it hard to believe that he wouldn’t end up making himself late as a result. He seemed so happy to do it, though, you didn’t question him any further. When you thought about the very real possibility of running into Jaeyong again, you were grateful you’d have Baekhyun by your side.

He waved you goodbye when you got to class, and when it was over he was in the same spot, already waiting for you.

It went on like that for the rest of the day, with him being his usual wonderful self. You could tell that he was trying his best to brighten your day after it started so badly, and you appreciated it more than you could put into words. During your last class, he was joking around more than usual, complimenting you more, making you smile every chance he got. When it was finally time to say goodbye for the day back at your dorm, you didn’t want to let him go.

The next morning, true to his word, he was there waiting for you when you walked outside. Instead of heading towards campus, though, he insisted you sit down on the closest bench, “I have a surprise for you.” He said.

You played along, sitting down, following his directions to cover your eyes. He seemed to rummage around in his backpack for a minute, then set something down on your lap.

He gently took hold of your wrists, moving your hands aside, and you finally got a good look at the surprise he’d prepared.

It was a pair of headphones. The same model you’d had, but the newest version. Your old pair had been expensive enough, you almost couldn’t believe that he actually spent the money on a replacement.

“Do you like it? I tried to get your old pair back yesterday, but that asshole broke them.”

As much as you wanted to fight him and insist it was too much, he looked so excited, the smile on his beautiful face so pure, you just couldn’t bring yourself to do so. You grinned back at him, standing up to throw your arms around him without a second thought. The way he hugged you back was just as amazing as you’d always imagined it would be. He was warm, his chest and arms firm in the most comforting way, and even the way he smelled was addictive. His embrace was nothing short of perfect, and it took everything in you not to whine when it inevitably came to an end.

“Thank you.”

“I know how much you love music, so I figured a nice pair of headphones would be pretty important to you.”

“It is, this is so sweet, I don’t even know what to say.”

He grinned, a teasing look on his face, “I wouldn’t mind another hug, if that’s easier.”

Your smile told him more than enough. This time, he was the one to pull you in, and he held you even tighter, letting the embrace linger for a moment longer. You put the headphones in your backpack, and started walking to class.

“You know I think that's the first time I've ever heard you call someone an asshole.”

“Well he really, really is.” He laughed. “I couldn't stand him even before he did all that. It's not the first time he's done that kind of thing either, but nobody ever stops him since his family donates a ton of money to the university and is on the board of directors.”

“That's awful..”

“Yeah he's the worst. How's your shoulder?”

“It only hurts if I put pressure on it or move it wrong, it’s really not too bad.”

You didn't have the heart to tell him that it did kind of hurt when he hugged you, but you'd happily deal with the slight discomfort of it, if it meant you'd get to do it more often.

He seemed to catch on anyway, only lightly holding onto your good side when you got to class and he told you goodbye. You wondered if he'd been thinking about holding you the same way you had been for weeks, now that he seemed so keen on it.

Every time he was sweet to you, you felt yourself falling for him even harder. Just walking with him was enough to turn you into a giddy mess, gradually falling in love with every little part of him. Whenever you felt especially shy, you would ask him about different art projects he was working on and he would show you, going on and on about what inspired it, the different motifs and themes. His voice always calmed you down after a little while, but by then, you'd usually be home or at your next class.

For days you thought about inviting him over, telling yourself you'd finally just do it, but always chickening out at the last minute. With how he treated you, you started to think that if he was alone with you, he might actually make a move. Maybe.

It wasn't until the end of midterms that you finally worked up the courage to invite him in.

He asked what you were up to that evening, as he usually would, and you told him that you were just going to study for the exam the next day, in the class you shared with him.

“Me too.” He said, looking at you with an expression you couldn't quite read as you got to the entrance of your dorm.

There was a moment of awkward silence as you both stood there, not yet wanting to let him leave, and it seemed to you that he didn't want that either.

He moved closer, about to hug you goodbye when your hand landed on his shoulder.

“Wait-”

He froze, swallowing, glancing nervously at the door.

“If you’re just gonna study tonight too, would you want to maybe come inside and study together?”

You braced yourself for the rejection, already dreading the excuse he would make, so it came as a surprise when he showed you a big dazzling grin.

“That sounds great, sure.”

You didn't miss Heejins face when he walked through the door with you, raising her eyebrows suggestively with a grin on her lips as soon as his back was turned.

“Baekhyun, this is my roommate Heejin.”

He smiled and greeted her, and you knew she'd be bombarding you with questions as soon as he was gone again.

You led him to your room, getting out your textbook and settling in on your bed, with him right next to you.

Part of you hoped that he wouldn't be all that keen on actually studying and you'd be able to just talk and hang out. Maybe, he would even make a move. Unfortunately though, he really did want to study.

Even as you both studied in silence, he somehow still managed to make the room feel far hotter than it realistically was. You felt his eyes on you more often than seemed normal, and a few times you'd looked back up at him, but he'd always quickly returned his attention to his textbook. He kept inching closer to you as well, every brush of his shoulder or thigh against your own increasing your heart rate.

You probably stole a few too many glances at him too, but he just kept drawing you in. Every detail of his face looked so kissable, your mind drifted away from your class work, wishing he was in your bed as more than just a friend.

Every time he would turn a page his hands caught your attention. The mole on his thumb was so cute, you thought, just another part of him you found yourself becoming obsessed with.

Hours went by in what felt like minutes, and when you both started yawning, you decided to call it a night. He hugged you again before leaving, only holding onto the side that wasn’t hurt.

You were proud of yourself for actually taking the initiative and inviting him in. The way he’d kept looking up from the textbook at you, more often than felt normal, kept replaying in your mind. As much as you didn’t want to fall victim to his charm only to be disappointed later, you couldn’t shake the feeling that maybe, just maybe, he really did like you the same way you liked him.

You couldn’t get him out of your head as you got ready for bed that night, and even as you tried to go to sleep, his soft smiles and the way his thigh brushed against your own consumed your thoughts. Your mind wandered off, wondering how he’d react if you made some kind of move on him, though you knew you’d never actually have the confidence to do so. The idea of him reciprocating any of it, kissing you, touching you, almost seemed like it would be worth it. However the possibility of rejection, of losing his friendship, was still too scary for you to consider it.

It was well past midnight when you finally started dozing off, but the sound of your phone pulled you back to reality. For a second you considered just ignoring it until morning, but something inside told you not to. It must've been intuition, because when you did look, it turned out to be a text from him.

Are you awake?

You replied pretty much right away,

Yeah, why?

Can I call?

Sure

Fuck. Before you even had the chance to properly freak out, his caller ID was flashing across the screen. You picked up.

“Hi, y/n. Sorry to call so late, I can't sleep.”

“No worries, is everything okay?”

“Yeah.. I think I just wanted to hear your voice.”

“Oh…”

“Is that weird to say?”

“No! I mean, you could call me at any ungodly hour and I'd probably still pick up, to be honest.”

The words slipped out before you had any real chance to think about what you were saying, and true as it was, you were still grateful he wasn't there to see how hard you were blushing.

“Really? That's awfully tempting… I might end up keeping you up a lot, though. Heejin’s gonna hate me.”

You laughed as quietly as you could, “She has her own bedroom, she'll be fine.”

“Thank you again, by the way, for inviting me in today.”

Your cheeks ached with how hard you were smiling, staring up at your ceiling with the phone pressed to your ear.

“It's nice to have some company. I always get so distracted when I try to study by myself.”

“Well, if I hadn't put it off for so long I probably would've just talked the whole time. I don't know if I'm really a good study partner, but if you want company again just let me know.”

“Well next time don't procrastinate so much, dummy.”

“So you're cool with me distracting you?” You could hear it in his voice, the way he grinned as he said it.

“Maybe a little..”

A brief pause.

“Did you have a boyfriend, back in America?”

The sudden question caught you off guard.

“No.. why?”

“Just wondering, I guess… I mean that must be hard, right? Having all your loved ones so far away.”

You wondered if you should tell him, but decide it would be best to just be honest.

“Okay that wasn’t entirely true. I was seeing someone, but he wasn’t a boyfriend and I knew I wanted to move here, so I ended it. I do miss my family and friends, but I still talk to them basically every day.”

“What about when you graduate? Are you gonna move back?”

“No,” You giggled, amused with how concerned he sounded, “Hopefully not, I like it here.”

“Thank god”

“Why? Would you miss me?”

He was quiet for a moment, dropping the teasing tone and answering with surprising tenderness.

“Of course I would miss you.”

“Oh.. I would miss you too.”

“Awww, cute.” You could practically see the shit-eating grin on his face.

“Baekhyun!”

“What?”

“You can be such a little shit, you know that?”

“How am I a little shit?!” He gasped, though even over the phone, you could tell he was just being his usual dramatic self.

“You get a kick out of fucking with me!”

“I wasn’t fucking with you! I just genuinely think it's cute that you would miss me, that’s all.”

“You can’t tell, but I’m rolling my eyes.”

“What? I’m not allowed to think you’re cute?”

There was a long pause, and you considered if you should really believe him. It wasn’t that you thought he was being dishonest, you just didn’t want to set yourself up for disappointment.

“Baek…”

“What?” His voice was once again soft, bringing with it a tightness in your chest.

“Nothing.. It’s just late, I guess, I’m pretty tired.”

For a while he was quiet. You would’ve given anything to know what was going through his head right then.

“You’re right.. I’ll let you get some sleep. I’m glad you were still up when I texted you. Goodnight, Y/n.”

“Goodnight.”

As much as it pained you to hang up, inevitably staying up much much later now that he’d given you so much to think about, his flirting just wasn’t something you knew how to handle. Even if he really did like you, why didn’t he say something more than just playful flirting? It would be a dream if he actually confessed to you, but it was exactly that; just a dream. That was clear enough considering how openly he flirted with other girls around you.

The next week he was his usual friendly self, walking with you, joking around, though you felt he’d pulled back a bit on the flirting. Part of you was relieved, since it turned you into a blubbering mess, but of course you also missed it.

He did still keep calling you though, often late at night, when he said he couldn’t sleep. A few times, you’d both even passed out with the call still ongoing. He told you that talking to you calmed him down, and once, he’d even said that he wished you were there with him. You’d laid awake nearly all night, wondering how he’d meant it. Did he just want company? Did he hate sleeping alone? Or did he also want something more than just friendship with you? Either way, until he said something more concrete, you wouldn’t be the one to ask.

It was during one of those late night phone calls that he invited you to a friend's birthday party. It was at a popular club near the university, and at first you weren’t going to attend, but he managed to talk you into it. After all, he would be there. Alcohol and music also meant dancing, and the possibility of dancing with him was enough to ensure that you’d be there too.

He wasn’t able to walk you, since he had to help set everything up, so you ended up going alone. Which wasn’t a big deal, in theory, but as someone who’d always been on the more anxious side, it still made you uneasy. Seoul was very safe, that wasn't the problem, it was what would happen once you got there that worried you. Baekhyun was your only friend there. You didn’t want to be a bother and hang onto him all night, since the rest of the guests were basically strangers to you.

When the time came you wore your favorite outfit, and stepped into the subway towards Hongdae with all the confidence you could muster.

You arrived a little later than the time he’d told you, not wanting to seem overly eager, and to your relief he already seemed to be waiting for you. When he pulled you in for a hug it was tighter than usual, and the smell of tequila on him was pronounced. You quickly took a shot with him, wondering how many he’d already downed prior to your arrival.

The club was still relatively empty, but that didn’t seem to bother Baekhyun as he pulled you towards the dance floor. You protested, and he pouted.

“I don’t really dance, at least not when I’m this sober.”

Seconds later another shot of tequila was pressed into your palm, and Baekhyun clinked his glass to yours, spilling a little, before you downed them in unison. Before you knew it, he had you on the dance floor.

It was your first real night out in Seoul, and it left you every bit as breathless as you’d expected. Now happily drunk, you danced with him, back pressed to his chest, both his hands on your hips.

Any worries you’d had about the amount of alcohol being consumed were long forgotten. You just let the music guide you, swimming in the euphoria of his hands on you and the closeness of your bodies.

When his warmth behind you disappeared, you spun around to search for him. Without him as an anchor, everything became far more overwhelming. There were more people now, the crowded space growing warmer, almost suffocating, until he burst through with a grin on his gorgeous face and two cups of water in his hands.

You hadn’t even realized how dearly you needed it until he’d appeared, grateful to drink something other than tequila. When one of your favorite songs began, and you beamed at him, and he beamed back at you even brighter. He remembered, of course he did. He knew all of your favorite music, because you’d told him so much about it.

Now as you danced, you couldn’t keep your eyes off him. His hands gripped your waist, and your arms were slung around his neck, swaying to the familiar beat, getting lost in the drunken haze of it all. You realized then that he was staring at you just as intensely as you stared at him.

This is what it’s all about, you thought to yourself. Letting go completely, enjoying the music you love, and sharing it all with your favorite person. His smile shone so brightly, and you mirrored it, unable to imagine a more perfect moment.

You hardly realized it when he began to drag you off the dance floor. The song had long ended, and as the speakers became more distant, his voice became clear.

“Y/n?”

His eyes were bigger than ever as you looked up into them, in awe of their gentle downward slope, their deep brown color, the sincerity always behind them.

“Baekhyun?”

“I want to tell you something.”

“Okay.”

“I..” He trailed off, still looking at you, seeming to lose his train of thought. “You… You look really pretty, you always do, but especially right now.”

It was nothing he hadn’t told you before, but it still hit you harder than ever. For a while you just held his gaze, until in a burst of blind, drunken, confidence, you moved closer. You stood on the tips of your toes, and ever so softly, you let your lips meet his blushing cheek. Before the confidence could wear off and you’d start to second guess yourself, you pulled him back onto the dance floor.

You both downed a few more drinks, your attention devoted fully to each other. It was silly, now, to think of how worried you’d been about coming here. You hadn’t had this much fun in ages.

Eventually you had to excuse yourself to find a bathroom. You stared into the mirror as you fixed your lip gloss, wondering if Baekhyun had a mark on his face, from where you’d kissed him earlier. You liked the idea of other girls knowing that you’d been there.

You held onto the sink with an iron grip, closing your eyes for a second to steady yourself, all too aware of the way the room spun around you. Drinking this much wasn’t like you, but you were having so much fun, you didn’t care.

The bright flashing lights and hoards of strangers were disorienting, especially in your intoxicated state. You ended up on a sort of balcony, overlooking the dance floor, trying to find Baekhyun somewhere among the crowd.

When you finally spotted him, your heart sank to the pit of your stomach. He was dancing with Sumin.

Everything that happened next felt like it went by in slow motion.

Her eyes broke away from him, scanning the room, and briefly met yours. You saw her throw her arms around his neck. She kissed him, and he kissed her back.

The music seemed to wane into a dull buzz, sudden dizziness causing you to stumble. It took you a minute to get your bearings again, but when you did, you pushed your way through the crowd and out onto the street without a second thought.

It had started to rain. The smell of wet concrete was your only company as you walked towards home, a cruel, painful pit swallowing you from the inside.

Baekhyun didn’t like you like that, of course he didn’t. He was like that with all the girls.

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byunbhzero4 · 1 month ago

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Lisaaaaaa fave Baek's pic quickly!!!! Don't think to much!!!!

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Hey, Neighbor | Baekhyun

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◇ Genre: Neighbor! AU, Fluff

◇ Summary: In which you have a huge crush on your neighbor Baekhyun, and you aren’t really sure what to do about it; until every passing encounter soon forces you to face your feelings.

◇ Word Count: 5.5k

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Deflowered

Characters: Baekhyun x fem Reader

Genre: One shot, smut, fluff if you squint

Summary: Baekhyun is sick of being a virgin and decides that you, his best friend, would be the best person to lose it to.

WC: 8.3k (oof I know)

Tag List: @bbhile @deligxt

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A/N: Surprise! I started this fic a While ago and stopped working on it for a few months but today I decided to finish it so here it is! Please let me know what you think!

"Wanna come over? I bought wine, I can order a pizza and you can pick a show.”

You smiled at the message from your best friend.

When you’d first met Baekhyun in elementary school, the two of you were inseparable almost right away. Something just clicked, and you knew you’d found your best friend. Even as the years went on and you and Baekhyun started to drift into different friend groups, you still always made time for each other and a decade later, he still knew you better than anyone else.

You texted back, “Give me 15 minutes and I’ll be there.”

You wondered why he’d gotten the sudden urge to hang out with you like that, but you figured you could question him once you were there. Baekhyun wasn’t always the most social type, preferring to stay home and play video games when he had the time rather than going out or having people over.

Once you were in front of his doorstep and he appeared in front of you he gave you the usual hug before you followed him into his apartment. You noticed he looked a bit different today. Instead of the sweats and hoodies he usually wore at home he actually had on jeans and a fitted t-shirt. It even looked like he’d done his hair. When he’d hugged you he’d smelled sweet too. But Baekhyun didn’t usually wear cologne, right?

“So what’s the occasion?” You asked.

“I thought we could celebrate making it through our first semester of college together.” He smiled back at you, holding up a bottle of sparkling wine.

You and Baekhyun had ended up going to the same university after graduating high school, which led to you spending more time together again over the last several months. Throughout the semester he’d dealt with many of your mental breakdowns over your classwork and you'd grown to be very thankful that he came to the same university as you because if he hadn’t been there, the semester would’ve been even more of a nightmare. Already having your best friend by your side had truly been a blessing. Even though both of you were busy people, he would always be there for you when you’d call him crying, freaking out about some assignment or exam grade. Baekhyun knew how to make you laugh so hard your stomach hurt, but he also knew when you just needed a shoulder to cry on. Whatever it was, he would be there, and he knew what to do to help. You almost felt bad for how much you'd bothered him with your breakdowns but you knew he’d never hold it against you because you would do the same for him when he needed it. It didn’t happen often, but when it did, you were right there. College just was not easy.

Drinking to celebrate making it through seemed like a perfect idea.

“I barely made it through, you got perfect grades without even trying.” You pouted.

Baekhyun was a music major, and with a voice like his, of course he had a pretty easy time.

“Maybe in my music classes but I’m just as shit at chem as you.” You threw yourself down on the couch and Baekhyun followed you, plopping himself down next to you and pulling up a delivery app on his phone. “So to be fair, if I tried to do anything but sing, I wouldn’t do nearly as well.” You rolled your eyes at him, but let him continue anyway. “So what kind of pizza?”

Once the food was on the way, it was time to pick something to watch.

“I can choose anything I want right? Since that’s what you said?” You asked.

Usually Baekhyun would pester you into watching some anime or action movie with him, so you were surprised that he actually seemed willing to let you choose.

Baekhyun nodded, so you scrolled through Netflix for a few minutes and put on a drama you’d been getting into lately.

The food soon arrived and you and Baekhyun found yourselves talking about your finals and plans for the summer more than watching the show.

You’d missed this, being able to just sit and eat and joke around with him. You had been so busy that most nights when you’d see each other you would just be studying while he was playing a game, so being able to relax and listen to his shitty jokes was actually a nice change. He was such a warm and familiar presence, you couldn’t help but unwind and finally let go of some of your pent up stress.

Once the pizza was gone and the food coma started to kick in, you laid back on the couch and Baekhyun rested his head on your stomach.

“Are you sure you wanna do that? My stomach noises will drown out the TV.” You laughed.

He didn’t move. Baekhyun was a naturally touchy person anyway, so this wasn’t surprising to you. It might be considered odd for two people of the opposite sex to be so touchy with each other while just being friends, but that was the way things were and always had been with Baekhyun, since you were kids. The man simply liked physical affection, and could be pretty damn needy as well.

Rather than a coherent answer he just let out a small wine in protest and stayed put.

For a while both of you had your full attention on the TV, but when a sex scene started you felt Baekhyun start to shift and turn away.

It wasn’t like this was the first time you’d watched something together that had scenes like this. In fact this one wasn’t even that bad compared to stuff you’d watched together in the past. If it was never an issue then, why now?

“You are good?”

His head immediately shot up, “Yeah? Why?”

You stared back at him, knowing he was bullshitting. You’d known the man over a decade, you could tell when he was lying.

“Baekhyun?”

He looked at you with wide eyes.

“There’s something you aren’t telling me.”

He cleared his throat.

“You’re not a virgin right?”

That, you had not expected him to say.

“Um… no I’m not. But why do you care?”

His palms were sweating. His breathing was getting uneven. You could tell there was a lot going on in his head and unfortunately whenever he was stressed out it easily rubbed off on you too.

“Well… I, I am.”

He wasn’t looking at you anymore, his eyes were focused on his sweaty fingers as he nervously fidgeted, desperately trying to distract himself.

“We're in college now, and I just… I don't want to be anymore. But I also don’t want it to be with someone I don’t trust, and that honestly really scares me, but I feel like I need to do this and I think I want it to be with you. If you would be okay with that.”

You stared back in disbelief.

Baekhyun, your best friend, was asking you to have sex with him.

“Baekhyun…”

You didn’t quite know what to feel. Of course you’d thought about it before, the guy was beautiful. It was surprising to you that he’d had yet to sleep with anyone while looking like that, but you also knew him well enough to know he wasn’t the most confident in some areas, especially when it came to women. He’d been hurt pretty badly in the past so it made sense that he stayed more reserved when it came to those types of things. You couldn’t even remember the last time he’d approached a woman without someone else pushing him to do it.

Despite finding him undoubtedly attractive, sleeping with your best friend, and not only that, but taking his virginity too, seemed like a questionable idea. You couldn’t help but think back to your own past experiences when you’d lost yours.

“I’m not sure if that’s a good idea…”

The way his face fell into a frown hurt your heart.

“I just don’t want to hurt you or our friendship.”

He finally looked back up at you before responding

“Why would you hurt me?” His eyes were glazed over and his cheeks deep red. “Just one time, so I can have experienced it with someone I trust and care about. That’s all I’m asking for, afterwards we can go completely back to normal. I promise.”

His voice was shaky.

“You really think that would be possible?”

“Why not?”

You sighed. “When I lost my virginity back in high school, I didn’t think it would be a big deal either, and in general I still don’t think it is, but I ended up getting in way too deep with the guy afterwards because of it and then when things ended badly it just made it hurt so much more. Doing that with someone, especially for the first time, can change your perception of them a lot.”

“Change your perception how?”

“Things just feel… different, once you’ve shown that side of yourself to someone. Especially for the first time, since everything feels so much more intense and new. I don’t want you to see me differently after, I don’t want that to come between our friendship.”

He focused his attention back on his hands in his lap.

“You’re probably right. Forget I asked, sorry.”

You could tell there were tears welling in his eyes. Of course this wasn’t an easy thing to ask your best friend. Was this why he was dressed better, why he’d done his hair, why he’d smelled so nice? All because he was building up the courage to ask you this?

It felt shitty. You felt bad, but you weren’t going to put your friendship on the line like that either, you cared about him too much. But there was still a part of you that did wonder what it would be like to have him in that way.

“Baekhyun?”

“Yeah?

“Does this mean that you’re… attracted to me like that?”

He gave you a dumbfounded look.

“You're willing to have sex with me, so you’re attracted me as more than just a friend then, right?”

The look on his face was hard for you to figure out. Usually you could read the man like a book but right now he had you genuinely confused.

“Are you kidding?”

You scoffed, “You could’ve at least said it nicer than that if you’re not.

It came out as a sad little mumble, but Baekhyun still heard you.

“No! I mean, I am attracted to you. I thought that was obvious by now..”

His cheeks and ears had somehow gotten even pinker. He was looking anywhere but at you. His words and the way he looked at you with glassy eyes and pink cheeks made your heart flutter, despite trying to fight it.

Why was he so cute?

Baekhyun was attracted to you, enough so that he had extensively considered losing his virginity to you.

“You’re really pretty, I thought it was obvious. It’s not like I’m in love with you but of course I think you’re beautiful.”

Now it was your turn to blush. You didn’t think you were ugly or anything, but Baekhyun had truly seen you at your worst and to hear him of all people call you beautiful made you feel something. Especially when Baekhyun was such a beautiful person himself.

“Oh… well, thank you.

“What about me? Do you find me attractive in that way?”

“Like.. someone I’d sleep with?”

He swallowed, and nodded. You knew this conversation was a bad idea. No matter if you still rejected him tonight, once the cat was out of the bag that you were both attracted to each other in that way, things would have a hard time going back to normal no matter what.

Saying it seemed like such a terrible idea, but you couldn’t lie to your best friend either.

“Honestly, yeah.

His eyes widened and met your own again. “Seriously?”

“You’re not ugly either Baekhyun, come on you know that.”

“I wasn’t sure if I was your type though..”

“That’s not a thing. You’re an amazing person who just happens to be really attractive too. I was honestly surprised when you told me you’ve never had sex before.”

“But then, why are you so against it? If you admit you’ve thought about me like that before too..?

You sighed. Baekhyun was now fully facing you, and the way he was looking at you, hurt and confusion clearly visible on his soft features, was gut wrenching.

“I love you too much as my best friend to risk doing something that could mess with that.”

“What are you so worried will happen?”

“I don’t know, you could fall in love with me, or I could fall in love with you, or what if it’s really bad and you’re super disappointed and never wanna talk to me again? Or what if- ”

He closed his eyes and his hand latched on to yours. “Y/n. Stop. We’ve known each other since we were eight. I don’t think there’s anything you could do that would make that come true. And I promise I’ll be chill about it if I suddenly fall in love with you or something.”

“What if it’s me though? What then?”

His eyes opened and he looked at you like you were out of your mind

“I highly doubt seeing my dick will suddenly make you think I’m your soulmate. It’s not like I’m some sex god for fucks sake, I have no idea what I’m doing.”

He had a point. For all you knew the whole ordeal might only take a couple minutes anyway

“You really think this is a good idea?”

“I honestly don’t know, but I do know that I want to do this with you.

You stared back at him. His pink cheeks, the softness in his eyes, his perfectly round little nose that seemed so kissable. You wanted it too. If he was really sure that he wanted it, you wouldn’t have the power in you to deny him.

“Why does it have to be me?”

“I’ve always found you really attractive, and not to be too forward, but I've thought about it a lot. The two of us… having sex. I think you’re the right person to do this with, because I know you care about me and that I can trust you. And honestly, I just really want to.”

His last sentence was much quieter.

Your face heated up significantly at his confession. It shouldn’t have been surprising to you, but it still was for some reason. You knew you were an attractive person, and throughout your years of friendship he’d often seen you in very little clothing, but were never able to tell if he was really affected by it or not. It seemed he’d just been good at hiding it.

“Have you thought about it before too? Us.. having sex?”

You once again couldn’t bring yourself to lie.

“Sometimes.” Was all you could manage to whisper.

It started in high school when you caught a horrible flu, and had an incredibly vivid sex dream about him. You had avoided him like the plague for a whole week afterwards because it was just not possible for you to have a normal conversation with him or look him in the eyes after what your mind had shown you. It wasn’t until he got upset and thought you were mad at him that you realized you had to pull yourself together. That was the first time you’d begun to consider the possibility of sleeping with him, and it only got worse from there.

Usually it was fine. The majority of the time he was wearing oversized clothes and his hair was a mess and he was just your silly best friend who played too many video games and liked to make crude jokes and chew with his mouth open. That version of him was easy and comfortable, but on the rare days when he’d get all dressed up and actually act gentlemanly, it became very difficult.

He could clean up real nice. And it could be quite distracting. Like it was tonight. When you could actually see the broadness of his shoulders, the curve of his waist, the muscles in his thighs, it was hard to push away those thoughts.

“Sometimes?

“Not often, really, but I have thought about it.”

“Theoretically, if we didn’t know each other, and you met me at a bar, and I started hitting on you, would you want to sleep with me?”

It didn’t take much thought. You nodded

“But,” you clarified, “we do know each other, and you’re my best friend.”

He let out a defeated sigh, and diverted his attention back to the tv despite having no idea what was going on in the show anymore

“Is this why you aren’t wearing sweats? And you did your hair?” You asked as you reached towards him to run your hand through it, pushing it out of his face.

Baekhyun cringed and pulled back as the words hit him. “You noticed huh?”

He was scooting away from you, towards the opposite end of the couch, trying to salvage the last bit of dignity he still had left.

“I’m sorry I made things weird. Can we just go back to watching the show?” He asked, eyes fixed on the tv and hands crossed over his chest.

He grabbed his glass of sparkling wine off the coffee table and downed the whole thing in one go.

You frowned at how he seemed to shut down after that. He pulled his knees up towards his chest and wrapped his arms around them. The empty gap between the two of you on the couch was screaming to be filled. You hated seeing him like this, he was obviously upset and felt rejected and embarrassed. He was still your best friend, one of the people you cared about the most in the world and seeing him upset was upsetting for you too.

He was still so beautiful. You watched his face as he kept his eyes glued to the tv, with his chin resting on top of one knee. His profile looked so pretty in the dim lighting of his living room, and even though he was slouching, his back still looked strong through the fabric of his t-shirt. You found yourself wanting to reach out and touch him so badly.

It was you who scooted over and leaned your head against his shoulder, grabbing onto one of his arms as well. Despite how he’d seemed to want to get away from you just minutes earlier, he welcomed your touches when you leaned further into him.

“Baekhyun?”

“Hm?”

“You know you’re my best friend right?”

“Yeah, I guess so..”

“And best friends would do anything for each other right?”

Baekhyun quickly leaned back up and sat normally with his eyes fixed on you. “What are you saying?”

You weren’t sure why you decided to agree, if it was how nice he looked, how upset he seemed at your hesitance, your own selfish desires, or just the fact that he was your best friend who you loved and cared too much about and wanted to help. But you knew you were too far into the conversation and your own thoughts for things to be normal again anyway, so you decided to just say fuck it.

You gulped down the lump in your throat and without giving yourself another minute to second guess yourself, you spoke.

“If you’re really sure that you want this, then I’ll do it. I’ll have sex with you. But only if you’re one hundred percent positive that this is what you want. And not tonight, because you’ve had too much to drink already.”

You watched his face as the words sunk in.

Part of you felt insane for agreeing. It might still be a huge mistake, but for whatever reason, you wanted to do this.

“You’re not joking right? If you’re fucking with me right now I swear to god-”

When you put your hand on his thigh, he stopped talking.

“I’m being serious, maybe it’s still not a good idea, but you’re right, I want this too, and maybe it’s selfish for me to agree but I just…”

You couldn’t finish your sentence out of fear of how he’d react. You honestly liked the idea of sleeping with him a bit too much for your own comfort.

There was an odd silence between the two of you before he spoke again. “So… Um, if not tonight, then when? Sorry if this sounds impatient but I think I’m gonna lose my mind if I have to wait much longer.”

You were a bit taken aback and confused by his impatience, but quickly moved on. “Can I spend the night? And then we can talk about this again in the morning?”

He swallowed and nodded before turning his attention back to the tv, although you could tell his eyes kept flickering back to you nervously, like he was expecting you to do something.

You were once again sitting next to one another without any physical contact. He would feel better once he was more comfortable again.

You let out a small “come here” and pulled him down to rest his head on your lap and your hands found their way into his soft hair.

He hummed with contentment when you ran your fingers along his scalp, something he absolutely loved and was a sure fire way to get him to relax.

You pushed back the hair that was covering his face and looked down at him, eyes closed, curled up against you using you as a pillow. You knew the curves of his face so well. He was so pretty.

The two of you stayed like that, his head on your thigh and your hands gently playing with his hair until you heard soft snoring. You chuckled at how easy it was to put the man to sleep.

You on the other hand were still thinking about what you’d gotten yourself into, and just what would happen when he’d wake up in the morning.

When you woke up you were surprised to find yourself in Baekhyun’s bedroom, with him still in bed next to you. You couldn’t quite remember how you got there but you figured he must’ve dragged the two of you in at some point during the night after waking up on the couch.

Sleeping in Baekhyun’s bed, especially with him still in it, wasn’t something you’d done before. Any other time you’d spent the night there you stayed on the couch, and he eventually went to his bedroom alone.

Once you’d woken up enough to process your surroundings, your promise from last night hit you like a bus.

You still had to sleep with your best friend, and it was only a matter of time until he would wake up next to you.

For a minute you considered running away. It was still early, you could make it out before he’d wake up if you were careful. You could take your things and quietly leave his apartment before he could wake up, but you had made a promise and you knew he’d be hurt if he woke up and you were gone. You just couldn’t do that to him.

In the back of your mind, you still wanted it anyway.

You were torn out of your thoughts when you felt an arm snake around your waist and pull you towards him, until your back was flush with his chest.

Sure the two of you were pretty touchy with each other anyway and would even cuddle sometimes, but this was different. Never had you cuddled while not fully dressed, or in his bed. Baekhyun only wore briefs to bed, and you could feel his bare skin pressed against your waist and back where your shirt had ridden up significantly.

You didn’t dislike it though. You let him stay like that and didn’t try to move, not wanting to wake him up yet anyway.

A few minutes went by and you heard a small whine leave his lips from behind you and you felt his arm flex and tighten around your waist. A few more minutes went by where he didn’t move but then you heard another whine, this time louder than before. This wasn’t anything new, he often made noises while he was asleep, but when he started moving you felt it, nudging against your backside, held back only by the thin fabric of his briefs.

You let out a small gasp at first but quickly caught yourself, not wanting to make too much noise yourself and wake him up.

His arm flexed around you again and he started to press himself against you, the bulge in his underwear digging into your ass as more whines fell from his lips.

You could’ve easily woken him up and gotten him to stop, but you didn’t. He was obviously asleep and completely unaware of his own actions and you almost felt guilty when you realized you were getting turned by him.

You were definitely attracted to him, and to hear him whimpering needily into your ear with his dick firmly pressed against your ass sent shivers down your spine. You liked it a bit too much. You couldn’t help but wonder what and more so who he was dreaming about exactly that had him sounding so desperate.

You wanted so badly to just turn around and take him into your hand to finish him off yourself but something told you he wasn’t ready for that, so you simply let him continue doing what he was doing.

After a few minutes his whines started to go up in pitch, and your breathing stopped when your name left his lips in a sigh.

He was having a sex dream, and it was about you.

It was starting to get too hot. The comfortable warmth had been replaced by a thick feeling of heat and you felt your skin sticking to his sweaty torso. You couldn’t help but squirm slightly as you pressed your thighs together in response to the hot feeling growing between them.

You prayed to god he wouldn’t wake up now, because it would be dead obvious that you were awake with just how much he was moving and how much noise he made. It would be impossible for you to have slept through him holding you so tightly whimpering directly into your ear and basically humping you, he’d know that you were letting him do it. It was getting more and more difficult for you to keep still, and not to make any noise yourself. His whines sounded so good and you couldn’t stop imagining how he’d feel once he was actually inside you. But you had to stay still, had to keep quiet.

Luckily for you, he soon tensed up and let out one last whine before going completely limp. It seemed that within a few minutes, he was awoken by the mess in his underwear because his arm quickly let go of you and you felt him sit up on the bed.

You heard a soft string of “shit shit shit” followed by a “fuck” at the end as he realized what had just happened.

Then he poked you, just once, lightly on the shoulder. To see if you were awake.

You didn’t move a muscle. He had to think you were asleep. He couldn’t know that you’d been aware of everything he’d done.

Eventually you felt him get up out of bed and disappear into a different room. He hadn’t known that you were awake right? How would he?

When he still wasn’t back over half an hour later, you decided to get up too. You looked yourself up and down in the mirror and wondered if it had really been you he was dreaming about. You hadn’t worn anything particularly nice, just pajama shorts and a t shirt and you hadn’t been wearing any makeup or had your hair done at all. You thought you looked a mess, really, but he was your best friend. He wasn’t exactly someone you felt the need to get dressed up for.

You wandered into his bathroom and splashed some water on your face to wake yourself up and help make you slightly more presentable towards the man you were probably still going to have sex with soon.

Once you’d gotten yourself sufficiently freshened up, you walked out into the main living area to see Baekhyun in the kitchen, appearing to be cooking something.

You acted as casual as possible when you walked in, gave him a brief “good morning” and started looking around at what he was doing.

Immediately you noticed how tense he was. He didn’t even say good morning back to you.

He kept his eyes on the eggs in front of him when he finally spoke.

“Did I um.. wake you up at all this morning?”

“No, why?” You asked, trying not to sound too suspicious.

“Uh.. it’s nothing.”

You didn’t pester him about it any further. Of course you knew he was lying and would’ve called him out in any other situation but this time it was better not to ask.

Would he be able to tell that you knew he was lying? And that you just didn’t want to embarrass him? He still seemed too tense. He was still far too focused on his eggs. He couldn’t even cook anyway.

“You never cook eggs, do you want me to do it?”

Part of you was trying to be nice, but you also didn’t want him to mess them up.

His face was getting pink again. You couldn’t help but think how cute he looked like this. He’d changed into sweats and his hair was a mess and his glasses sat perfectly on his little round nose.

“No, I- I wanted to make breakfast to thank you. For agreeing last night.”

Of course he still remembered. Why wouldn’t he? That was the whole point of inviting you over. And it was the morning now. You’d agreed to talk about it again in the morning. Your heart rate was starting to pick up.

“Oh.. well you don’t have to thank me.” You mumbled, pausing to gather yourself before asking, “Why did you take me to your bed with you? You never do that.”

He looked back at you with what you could only describe as fear in his eyes. “Was that not okay? I’m sorry if that was weird I just thought it would be more comfortable for you than the couch and since we’re about to have sex anyway I didn’t think it mattered.”

“Oh… right. It’s okay. It definitely was more comfortable, I was just wondering”

We’re about to have sex anyway.

God. This felt weird.

Soon the eggs were done, and the two of you sat down to eat.

You started eating, and an unusually uncomfortable silence filled the air.

It was never like this was him. It never felt this awkward. This was your best friend, someone who usually brought you great comfort, but right now being in each other’s presence just felt.. odd. Of course he was nervous. But why did you have to make it so much worse too? You weren’t talking either. You needed to pull yourself together because this was your best friend who was probably freaking even more than you right now and you needed to be there for him. You needed to at least say something to make this less uncomfortable.

“So are you into any weird stuff? Want me to choke you or peg you or anything?”

He covered his mouth and let out a surprised laugh at the question.

“Only light choking please.”

You couldn’t fight the grin that made its way across your face and you were glad he still had the sense of humor of a 13 year old.

“What about you? I don’t need to tie you up or get out the ball gag, do I?”

“The ball gag? The one hiding in the back of your closet from all the crazy kinky sex you’ve never had?”

He faked a pout and complained, “You don’t have to make fun of me for it.”

You rolled your eyes. “Oh come on Baekhyun I can tease you a little, the whole reason you invited me over last night was to get in my pants, you deserved that.”

“Hey that wasn’t the only reason! Maybe I just wanted to spend a nice night with my best friend.” He said and crossed his arms over his chest, giving you an accusing look.

That was bullshit. He would never willingly put on pants and give up a night of video games without some ulterior motive. You just raised an eyebrow at him.

There was another question that had been on your mind, and you weren’t sure how or when to bring it up, but you figured now was as good a time as ever.

“So you haven’t had sex before, but what have you done?”

You were asking less out of curiosity, and more so that you knew what to expect later. For all you knew the guy could’ve done basically everything else already so sex itself wouldn’t be that much further.

“Oh, well... not much. I’ve kissed people before and gotten kind of touchy, but only over clothes.” The smile fell from his face and he looked anxious again. “God that’s embarrassing.”

You frowned. “Baekhyun, that’s nothing to be embarrassed about, some people just need longer than others, and that’s okay. It’s better to wait until you know you’re ready. And either way, virginity isn’t real. It’s a made up bullshit social construct used to shame people. I don’t want you to feel like you have to do this just cause you think you’re too old to be a virgin or something dumb like that. You should only do this if you really think you’re ready and want to.”

He stared back at you for a while, wordlessly.

“So? Do you want to?”

He swallowed, and then nodded. You were both done eating. There wasn’t much else left to do now.

“Then let’s go.”

And with that, you stood up and walked towards his bedroom.

When he still hadn’t gotten up, you turned around in the doorway to his bedroom. “Sex is gonna be more comfortable in bed you know. Come on, unless you changed your mind already.”

You were really trying to be strong here. At least one of you needed to act like they were confident in what they were doing.

He seemed to snap out of it and stood up to follow you into his bedroom, and sat down on the edge of his bed.

You opted to go straight for it and lay down, pulling on his arm for him to join you.

He moved so that his face was hovering over yours, and before you had the chance to speak, he blurted it out.

“I had a sex dream about you earlier.”

Your eyes widened in surprise. Of course you already knew, but why the hell was he bringing it up?

“That’s why I thought I woke you up, it felt so real because you were actually there with me, and when I woke up I was holding onto you the same way I had been in the dream and I just…”

He paused, and you stared up into his eyes.

“Were you really asleep the whole time?” He finally asked.

You gulped. There was no point in trying to lie. He’d know. His face was so close to your own, scanning your every move so carefully, he would be able to see right through you.

“No.” You whispered.

The word felt insane leaving your lips. You watched his face shift as it sank in and he was able to process what it meant.

“And you didn’t stop me…” He asked, looking at you with intense, questioning eyes. You were not supposed to be the one feeling nervous now, but with the way he was hovering over you, face close enough to yours that you could feel his breath on your skin, you couldn’t help it. He was so close, pulling such a dirty feeling secret out of you.

You nodded in agreement. His lip twitched into a small smirk.

“Did you… like it?”

You’d liked it a bit too much even. This was gonna happen anyway, so you might as well be bold, you said to yourself. You took a deep breath, gathering your thoughts before speaking.

You lifted your head to whisper in his ear.

“Yeah, you sound pretty cute when you come.”

You rested your head back on the pillow, and he stared down at you, eyes wide.

“Can I kiss you?”

You nodded.

And then, his lips were on yours.

You weren’t prepared for the feeling at all. Kissing your best friend wasn’t supposed to feel this good, you thought. His lips were so soft and they moved so perfectly against your own.

He was still very unsure of himself, so it was you who brought him down closer, hands on his face and neck as you deepened the kiss.

He let out a soft moan into your mouth when you ran your tongue over his bottom lip, before gently taking it between your teeth.

You could already feel how needy he was, and a particularly strong wave of desire had you rolling him onto his back, sitting on his lap. You sat up and looked down at him, red cheeked, and chest heaving in response to you. You needed him naked now.

You started with your own shirt, hastily tugging it over your head before slipping your hands under the fabric of his hoodie.

He gasped when your hands made contact with the skin of his waist, but you went on trying to push up the thick fabric. After a few seconds he sat up and pulled it over his head, letting you gawk at his naked torso.

You’d seen him shirtless a million times before, but this time you felt your stomach twist at the promise of what would come next. He was so pretty, it felt unfair, his slender waist and smooth skin were begging to be touched and you let your hands start wandering across him.

His lips were so pink, it felt like they were calling out for you, and you had to lean down to keep kissing him. He tasted so sweet, you were so lost in the feeling of his lips that you flinched in surprise and let out a small gasp when his warm hands wrapped around your waist, pulling you closer.

He broke away from you, eyes scanning your own for any signs of hesitance. You wondered if he could tell how affected you were by him already.

It was then when it really hit you. This was your best friend, and you were about to have sex with him. And you wanted it. Badly. You could see it in his eyes too, the realization at what was going to happen, and the need. His breathing was uneven. His hands shook when they touched your skin. The two of you just looked at each other for a few more seconds, letting the facts of the situation sink in.

This time you connected your lips to the smooth skin of his jaw before moving downwards, leaving open mouthed kisses down the side of his neck. When you pulled his skin between your lips, gently sucking and biting, he let out a noise that was music to your ears.

You wanted more. He sounded so good you were sure that just listening to his moans and whines would be enough to have you a complete mess.

You trailed a hand down his torso, until you reached the top of his sweatpants. You noticed how his eyebrows knit together and his breath hitched in his throat when you lightly ran your fingertips over the exposed skin directly above the waistband. It was becoming more and more clear just how not used to this he was, by how much things were affecting him. It was drugging watching him like this.

After a few more seconds of teasing, you rested your palm directly over the bulge in his pants, feeling how hard he already was.

You attached your mouth to his again, catching the moan that left him and slowly slipped your hand under his sweats, grabbing him through the thin fabric of his underwear. Another beautiful sound fell off his lips and you noticed him clamping his jaw shut, fighting the noises that were trying to come out.

“You can be loud, there’s nobody else here, I don’t mind.” You whispered. “I want to hear you.”

He leaned up to connect his mouth to yours again, this time letting moans out freely between kisses.

A hand moved to your back, and his lips pulled away from yours. “Can I?” He asked, slipping his fingers under the strap of your bra.

You sat up, and his arms fell to his sides as you reached behind your back, undoing the clasp and letting the fabric fall off your body.

Your face turned pink as his eyes scanned your bare chest, before reaching a hand up to feel the soft skin himself.

The look on his face was almost too much to handle. In the decade-long friendship you’d had with him, he had never once looked at you the way he was in that moment. You could only describe it as bliss, lustful bliss.

You leaned back down, and he kept his hand on your chest, gently massaging the soft skin.

“So soft… so beautiful.” He whispered, before your lips connected again.

You shifted so that you could feel his hardness between your legs, and started moving your hips above him.

His head fell back onto his pillow with the first roll of your hips over him. You felt one of his hands reach around you to your ass before squeezing and pushing you down on him harder, all while soft curses slipped past his pretty pink lips.

“More, please.” He whined and you smiled at how pliant you had him already.

“I’m making you feel good?” You whispered teasingly into his ear.

“Yes, god, just touch me, do something, please, I’m losing my mind.”

You placed a hand on his chest and pushed yourself up slightly, so you could look at him, and were greeted with his already very fucked-out expression. This almost felt too good to be true.

Leaning down again, you started trailing kisses down his jaw and neck, but you didn’t stop there. You kept going, down his chest, then across the soft skin of his stomach, which was adorably soft and smooth from his recent affinity for pizza nights.

You moved slowly, leaving open mouthed kisses in your wake, until you reached the waistband of his sweats once again.

You hooked your fingers into the waistband of both his pants and underwear, and when he lifted his hips slightly for you, you pulled them down and off of him, leaving him completely naked in front of you.

You already had a pretty good idea for how big he was from feeling his dick pressed against you earlier, but you weren’t prepared for how pretty it was to you.

Everything about the man was pretty, of course he’d have a pretty penis too.

You could see how badly he needed your touch, so you didn’t waste any more time until you wrapped your hand around him and leaned in to take his tip between your lips, licking up the bead of precum that had accumulated.

“Holy shit."

You took his words of encouragement, and took him the rest of the way into your mouth.

“Thank fuck I had that dream, or I would’ve came by now, you’re amazing.” He sighed out, voice shaky.

He leaned up on his elbows to look at you as you started bobbing your head, taking him as deep as you could with every stroke. You were glad that he wasn’t trying to hold back his moans anymore, as he let them out freely along with curses and sighs of your name.

Pretty soon your jaw started to get tired, and you didn’t want him finishing yet anyway, so you detached yourself from him.

He let out a loud whine in protest, but soon got quiet again when he noticed you pulling off your remaining clothing, until you were naked as well.

He stared for a minute, thankful that you’d decided to wait until daytime, so he could see you clearly in the sunlight that shone through his bedroom windows.

“You’re so….”

You looked at him as his voice trailed off, but he turned to face the floor and shook his head, not wanting to finish his sentence.

It seemed to hit him then, that he was really about to do this for the first time. He looked nervous.

“Hey.” You whispered, leaning down to place a soft kiss to his lips before pulling back just enough to meet his eyes. “You don’t have to be nervous, it’s just me.”

He closed his eyes for a second, recomposing himself before opening them again and giving you a small nod.

“How do you want me?” You asked.

Although you’d been in control up to that point, for his first time, you wanted it to be on his terms.

He sat up and turned so he was hovering over you again, and this time you wrapped your legs around his waist, pulling him in closer. You felt his dick resting against your lower stomach, so close to where you wanted him.

“Is this okay?” You heard him whisper from above you.

It was more than okay. “Baekhyun, touch me, please.”

You felt one of his hands move and lightly brush against your inner thigh, slowly, cautiously, moving towards where you needed him.

A few seconds later, one finger finally found your slit, ever so slightly brushing over your clit. Encouraged by the way you grabbed onto his biceps, he used a bit more pressure, this time fully running over your sensitive bud.

“Shit, you‘re so wet.”

Next thing you knew, one slim finger was plunging into you entirely. You both let out a groan, you at the feeling, and him at the thought of how incredible you’d feel wrapped around his hard dick. He knew you’d probably feel amazing, but once he’d actually felt your tightness and wetness himself, he almost couldn’t handle it.

He started moving his hand, pulling high pitched whimpers and sighs from you. His fingers felt perfect, and you moaned out loudly when he pushed in a second one.

You could still feel his hardness against your stomach, and you wanted him, now. Before you could second guess yourself you were reaching down, wrapping one hand around him, and whimpering in his ear.

“Fuck me, please.”

When you looked at him it almost looked like he blacked out for a second, before letting out a deep groan.

He pulled his fingers out of you, letting you guide him to your entrance. You gave each other one last look, before he was pushing inside. In one smooth motion he was inside of you, and you watched as his eyes rolled back, arms shaking as he got used to the feeling.

“Holyfuckingshit.” You heard him mutter as he pulled out almost completely, before pushing back in again.

You had a hard time keeping quiet as well, small whines and whimpers falling off your lips as he started picking up the pace.

“Am I,” he breathed out, “doing it right?"

Was that even a question? The way you held on to him and wrapped your legs around his waist said enough.

“Yes- Fuck yes.”

Your eyes met again and he grinned, before moving even faster. One of his hands moved to massage your chest, pinching your nipple making you whine even more.

He shifted the angle of his hips, rolling them into you perfectly hitting that special spot inside you that made your toes curl.

Your moans were getting louder and louder, and you felt your high getting closer and closer.

“A-are you sure you’ve never done this b-before.” You asked between moans, because how the fuck was he so good at this.

“Positive.” He let out through clenched teeth.

He leaned down to kiss you, and you pushed him further into you, deepening the kiss. Between kisses you would both let out needy sounds as he kept up the pace of his thrusts.

It was all getting too much and your body shook as you cried out, twitching underneath him as your high hit you hard. He kept fucking you through it, never once letting up as you writhed beneath him, clenching around him so tightly that he soon lost it too, emptying himself inside you as he shook and kissed you hard.

For a while all you could do was lay there panting, basking in the afterglow of the incredible sex you’d just had. It made absolutely no sense to you that he was able to fuck you that well but you definitely weren’t complaining. Eventually you felt him shift and slip out, his cum mixed with your juices trickling out of you.

His arms were soon around you again as he laid down next to you and pulled you into his chest.

“Thank you.” He whispered, and you smiled because if your best friend was happy, so were you

Epilogue

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