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obsession | chapter 3

pairing: reader x baekhyun

words: 11k

genre: yandere au | this is heavily inspired by the show 'you'

tag list: @mayboy @vishary15 <3

warnings for this chapter: mention of murder, mental illness(s), mention of suicide, manipulation, mature language, smut, choking, violence, obsessiveness, aggression, drug use, date rape drugs.

do not read if: you are triggered by any of the warnings i listed prior. this fic will contain this theme throughout the chapters. if you are not comfortable with that; please skip this post. please remember this is a work of fiction.

viewer discretion is advised

playlist for this chapter:

be my baby - baekhyun pov

can't take my eyes off you - baekhyun pov

just the two of us - baekhyun pov

i just want to be the one you love - y/n pov

where is my mind - y/n pov

(a/n) sorry for posting this chapter a day late. i hope you guys are shocked when you read it ^^ don't worry too much, things will change...or not. remember to like and reblog this post! it honestly helps keep me motivated to keep writing. replies are open so please leave some feedback for me, i really love seeing what you think. + yay! new character pov! enjoy

Baekhyun’s POV

Baekhyun was walking on clouds. He was probably the happiest he’s ever been in his life. Because now, he had you. You were going to crawl right into his arms, basically you wouldn’t really have a choice… but he would make sure not to be so possessive at first. He can’t have you thinking he was some crazy psychopath. He really wasn’t, he’s just a hopeless romantic.

As he thought about you, he continued to wash the blood off his hands in his sink. He looked at his reflection, Kyungsoo’s blood still plastered beautifully on his face. He brought a wet hand to run his fingers over the dried blood, watching it dissolve like watercolors over his skin. It was beautiful, the craft of it. The act of killing someone. For someone that he loved. He would do it again, without you subliminally asking him of course, and he would love it. There couldn’t be anything more romantic to Baekhyun than taking a life in return for a new one - the life he would start with you.

But there was also the problem of the bitch your boyfriend was seeing behind your back. How was he going to tie that in altogether? Just so you knew that the scum you dated was a piece of shit? Well, that was easy. He managed to find her profile under Kyungsoo’s friends list on FaceNook, to which he scoffed. He didn’t think you were dumb for not seeing the signs, but you had a job. You couldn’t be online all the time, you were a hard worker, that was something to be admired. He liked that about you.

So he created a fake profile, added the woman as a friend. Sent her a discrete message to go to the apartment, her boyfriend was dead. It didn’t take her long to respond, she insisted that she just saw him that morning, and that this was just a troll, maybe. Baekhyun smiled as he didn’t respond, just watched as the whore began to roll more messages into the chatbox, becoming fearful that the stranger that had messaged her was being truthful. Oh… he was so excited.

So as he waited until he saw you walk back to your car from leaving the police station, he couldn’t stop his heart from racing. You looked so distraught, so broken. But he knew that he would fix that, because he just went through the oh so painful loss of his girlfriend. He was relatable, he was what you needed right now. He followed you home, watched as you lingered at your door before you stepped inside.

Then he waited, because he knew you had to read the letter that he planted. Baekhyun was struggling to keep the smile off his face, knowing that in just a couple of minutes, he would come to your rescue. He was going to save you, from the impending depression that you go through. It worked out so perfectly, and he knew that he was smart, but this? You helped him to create this wonderful plan, Y/N. You expanded his mind and abilities that he didn’t even think he could venture into. Just like how he helped you, you pushed him to do this. He couldn’t be any more grateful.

It was like he won the lottery when you opened the door, the way you just let him in. There wasn’t anything that held you back either, he noticed that. Baekhyun could feel himself getting to you, knocking outside your heart… you’re too curious. You want him to be there for you, to hold you, make you laugh, love you. He’ll do it, he’ll do anything that you ask him. Just tell him, he’ll be your slave. It was a different mindset, something he found puny. But when it came to you… oh, you.

“...Who are you again?”

He watched as the two women stared at each other, putting an act on. He tried his best to look shocked, but in the back of his head he started to become fearful that he didn’t. He let a dry cough out, trying to push down the menacing hatred he carried for the petite girl standing in front of him.

“I’m Jihyo. Please tell me Kyungsoo isn’t dead.”

It all happened in a blink of an eye, you, running towards her in a fervent state, arms stretched out to shake Jihyo’s shoulders. He almost didn’t want to stop you, he enjoyed seeing you like this. The anger that could have matched his as he killed your boyfriend. But before he could delight in your rampage any further, he grabbed your waist, tearing your claws out of the woman. She looks at the both of you, panting as she readjusts her purse on her shoulder.

“Look. I just wanted to know. Someone messaged me that he was dead. If he is, well, I just felt like I should tell you. I’ve been seeing Kyungsoo for a year now,”

She purses her lips, a look of discomfort on her face. You stayed in his grasp, not saying a word. But he could feel your disgust, trust him. He knew that feeling all too well. He knew you wanted to rip her head off, and he would technically let you. But as you stay limp against his body, Baekhyun just keeps quiet. Keep a hold on you. Because that’s what he needs to do.

“He told me he was going to leave you. I have proof. I’m sorry.”

She starts to cry, and then she rushes down the steps. Baekhyun lets you go, watching as you begin to grasp your kitchen chair, stumbling. You sat down, raising a hand to your forehead, your eyes wide with despair. He closes your door and walks back to you, getting down on one knee. He places his hand on your leg, a sign of comfort. You come out of your daze and stare.

He stays in the position, “Are you… are you okay?”

You chuckled, a dead expression settles on your features.

“I just found out my boyfriend died. He was cheating on me for a year… yeah. I’m okay.”

He doesn’t know what to do right now, well, because he didn’t anticipate you reacting like this. Baekhyun can manipulate, talk his way out of things. Hell, act like he has emotions. But this… he couldn’t really relate to it. He knew he had to get Jihyo here so you could understand that he was better for you than Kyungsoo but, this was new territory. He didn’t have to go through the torture of finding out his lover was cheating. It would never get to that point with him. But something sparks inside of you, and Baekhyun definitely did not expect it.

You jump off the chair and run to the kitchen, bending down to pick up the knife. What the fuck were you doing, Y/N? You were not going to fucking do this, there was no way you would do this after everything he went through for you. He didn’t know you could be so… selfish.

He raises his hands in the air slowly, keeping his eyes locked on you. You stood there, knife in hand, shaking. You looked at him with your mesmerizing face, raising it over your neck.

“Y/N… please. Stop.” Baekhyun’s voice hitched, he could feel his heart drop.

“Baekhyun…” You give him a smile, something that reminds him like a farewell, “I’m sorry.”

Baekhyun see’s everything in slow motion, but his body is quick to remind him that it isn’t true. He leaps past the kitchen chair, ripping the knife that was way too close to slicing your angelic skin. He throws it on the ground in a frenzied state, watching as it crashed on the ground. He hastily turns his head back to look at you, who looks stunned. He can’t stop himself from gripping your arms, he tries not to be rough, but at this moment you just attempted to fucking kill yourself, taking you away from him. Of course he was pissed off.

He shakes you while he yells. “What the fuck is wrong with you? No, what the fuck is wrong with you? How can you do this to yourself? To me? You need to fucking live, Y/N. You can’t throw your life away because your boyfriend fucked you over. It happens, but guess what? You move on. You get past it. You learn to change, to shape yourself into a better person. Killing yourself…” He scoffs, spit flying on your face, “That’s the most selfish thing you could do.”

You don’t move from him. You’re distraught. “I-I’m sorry-”

Baekhyun doesn’t want to hear it. He has to get through to you.

“How can you do this to me…after my girlfriend committed suicide?”

He lets go of you, fronting a look of remorse and devastation. He hopes you fall for it, because it seemed like nothing was getting through that thick skull of yours. So he let’s the waterworks come out, the heaving and sobs play magically in your ears. And you just played into it… this mesmerizing, orchestrated recital he played for you. He was the star, but you would play the damsel in distress. The audience wanted to see the both of you together, rooted for you two. And who was Baekhyun to refuse a happy ending?

You looked at the ground, at the knife. Baekhyun wiped his eyes, his sobbing continuing. He slips down to the ground, his knees meeting the cold tile of the kitchen floor. And you, you dropped down as well. You crawled to him, a look of longing and pity. Baekhyun could play this moment in his head forever, the way you looked at him, that was the realization of love. As he slowly met his eyes with yours, you continued in your crawling position. Your two hands were placed in front of him, your legs matching the same placement as his knees, pressed against the floor.

“Baekhyun…” You whispered to him, your hand reaching his cheek. He leans into it, rubbing his skin against the palm of your hand. He closes his eyes and shakily speaks.

“Y/N… Please. Don’t do something like that, I-I wouldn’t be able to live with myse-”

You kissed him.

Holy fuck.

Was this happening?

It took him a moment to accept your invitation, but as soon as he smelled you, felt how soft your lips were on his- it was over. He groans as he feels you aggressively slide your body onto his lap. You’re wrapping your fingers in his hair, twisting and pulling on it. Baekhyun can’t really believe this, he can’t truly believe that he’s got you. He waited… what seemed like forever to have you. And now it was really fucking happening to him, he had you.

He wraps his arms around you, pulling you in as he slips his tongue into your mouth. He expertly wraps his tongue with yours, savoring the taste. You were sweet, and you liked it rough. You push him on the floor, his head hitting the tile hurt, but it didn’t matter. You were on top of him and he fucking loved it. You were so intoxicating. You start to grind yourself on him, and it was embarrassing to Baekhyun that he was so painfully hard for you already, but what can he say? You were the love of his life, he could get aroused just by looking at you. He uses his hand to place you steady, a string of moans coming from your mouth as he bites on your bottom lip, harsh enough to draw blood. He lets a guttural whine erupt from his throat, slapping your ass.

“Fuck…Baekhyun. Take me to the bedroom. Now.”

He couldn’t say no, although he wanted to fuck you right there, the thought of being able to see you sprawled out on the bed he would soon sleep with you in was more appealing.

“Get up.” He stood up, his breathing was staggered, and as he watched as you rose to meet him, you gave him a weak smile. You dragged him by his shirt, and he couldn’t help but smile. You were so hot, so in control of him.

As you bring him to your bedroom, he starts to unbuckle his belt. You turn around to kiss him again, more feverishly this time. You slap his hand away from his action and do it for him. He stares at you while you begin to get down on your knees for him, not breaking eye contact. He can cum, just from that alone. He takes off his shirt rapidly, throwing it on the ground while you shake his pants and boxers down.

His cock springs up, and your eyes looked at it like it was the most fucking beautiful thing in the world. You paused before wrapping your lips around him, and he let out a whine. He brought his right hand to caress your cheek, pinching the skin.

“Now, why’d you stop, huh?” He tried to sound stern but it came out needy.

You batter your lashes at him, “You’re just so…big.”

That boosted his confidence. He chuckled.

“Yeah? Afraid you can’t take it?”

You shake your head. “I-I can. I’ve never been with someone this big before. I’m kind of… Well I’ve only been with one person. I just want to please you.”

He can laugh. Instead he brings his finger to your lip, telling you to shut up.

“Trust me. You’ll be able to please me, Y/N. Now… let me see how my cock is going to stretch your pretty little lips. You want my huge cock to fuck your mouth?”

You blink, a little stunned at his request. But he knew. You would fucking do it. So as you begin to take him into your mouth, he resists the urge to just shove it completely down your throat. Your mouth was like ecstasy, Y/N. The way you sucked him off was perfect, and the way you looked at him with tears running down your eyes was making his cock even harder. You start to choke on him, and he smirks, using his hand to pick up your hair and grip it. He tugs gently, at first. Just to test the waters. But you quickly moan, giving him the okay. He yanks your hair back, taking you off of him completely. You look confused before he pushes his pulsating dick back in your mouth, you gurgling on his pre cum. He would use your hair to pull you back on and off his needy cock, watching as you were filled with him, a small groan as he hit the back of your throat. His greedy thoughts wanted more, more of you. So he roughly pulls your hair back once more, and you pop off of him, a string of cum traveling with you, dripping off your shiny lips.

He grabs your body and pushes you onto the bed, towering over you. He could feel the excitement he would get when he was about to kill someone, but this was different. His hunger for causing pain and death were replaced with the need to please and fuck you until you knew you were no one else’s but his. He could get used to this, this… insatiable desire for you.

“Can I… rip your fucking clothes off?”

You nod, just watching as he begins to literally rip them off. He brings his hands to either side of your shirt and tears it right in half. You whined, and Baekhyun felt his cock twitch. He moved down to your pants, again, tearing them in half. He removes himself from the bed and admires his craftsmanship, and his eyes don’t want to move from the enticing view before him. You had your thighs pushed together shyly, your eyes filled with lust and darkness. Your breasts were pushed up from your black bra, and your underwear…

“You like wearing lacy underwear, huh?” He traces his finger lightly over your clothed pussy, feeling how you shiver with just one swipe of his finger. He’s got you.

“I-I like how they l-look on me I guess.” He presses his left hand in between your legs to spread them apart, and you bite your lip. He smiles devilishly as you watch as he slowly goes down on you. He kisses your inner thighs first, tracing his tongue and then blowing on the wet skin, making you twitch. He eyes you as he bites down on the flesh, a moan playing beautifully to his ears.

Baekhyun uses his teeth to peel off your underwear, never breaking his eye contact with you. As he takes it clean off, he picks up the soaked garment with his hand. He looks at you, entranced, and then brings it to his nose. He wanted to smell this, for a while now. The scent that marked you as his. He created this, his touch made you this fucking wet for him, isn’t that the most sexiest thing? As he breathes you in, your sweet and desiring wetness for him, he closes his eyes, using his other hand to move your clit in slow, dragged out circles.

“Ah…Baekhyun. I want you.” You can barely speak, the words were short of a whisper.

He shakes his head as he smiles into your underwear, taking another breath in. He places them gently on the bed, returning his attention back onto you. You, that was trembling from the soft grace of his fingertips. He bit his lip, watching your pussy become drenched with your lubrication each second he massaged you.

“You don’t want to wait, hm, precious?” He leans on the bed this time, his knees on the ground as he places one hand on his chin, tilting it. Teasing you. He continues to rub your clit, but now it was exceedingly slow.

You position yourself on your elbows, blowing a tuft of hair from out of your face. You look frustrated, embarrassed… obsessed.

“How can I when you’re touching me like this?”

He frowns. “You can wait.”

“I don’t want to-”

He rises up and brings his left hand to grip your throat, taking you by surprise. A flash of fear shoots in your eyes, but as he loosens his hand, you begin to smile. Ah… that’s his girl.

“If you can be patient, I can promise that I’ll fuck you nice and good. Can you do that?”

His voice drips with impatience, a hypocritical statement. He wanted to fuck you so bad.

But you can sense that, so you smile back at him. You bring your hand to tighten his hold on your throat, a look of daringness spreading along those once submissive eyes.

“… What about you? You’re so hard for me right now. Don’t you want me to take care of that?”

Oh. Oh.

He flinches from your tone, the dominant side of him beginning to shrink. He doesn’t play the submissive role, in fact he hates it. But the way you’re looking at him right now, the way you said those words, he could feel his cock pulsating and begging to be inside of you. So he pauses his fingers that were still massaging your swollen clit. He licks his lips, watching his hand sprawled on your throat, letting your crotch grind against his.

“You can take control. If you want to.” He whispers. He kisses your neck, his tongue dancing down to your collarbone.

You sigh, your hands returning to it’s familiar place in his hair.

“Do you like that? Do you want to be my submissive… bitch?”

You were nervous, and he found that cute. But he liked how you called him a bitch. No one would ever dare to say such things to Baekhyun but he knew that’s what he was. He was entirely yours, your fucking slave. He would do anything for you, including being your toy.

He smiled as he ripped your bra off, putting his lips on your bare breasts. He swallowed your nipples in his mouth, sucking on them and moving his tongue around your areola. While his mouth was on one, he used his other to pinch the other. You squirmed, a high pitched groan emptying itself in the dark bedroom. He removes his lips from you, biting on your bud as he did. His cock was dripping pre cum, and it was getting to the point where it was painful.

“I…I’ll do whatever you say. I’m your fucking bitch, Y/N.”

Something changed once he said that, you eyed him curiously. This was probably something you never ventured into, the dominant role. But you could do it, he knew you could. You were confident and stubborn. You had the drive instilled in you, the power. So you grab him by his neck, and then swung him underneath you, making him gasp. His eyes widen as you smirk at him, tracing your finger from his neck to his toned stomach. You bring your head next to his ear, your lips grazing his lobe. He smiled as his eyes rolled back into his head.

“Then… I’m going to fuck you. How bad do you want me, Baekhyun?”

He opened his eyes. He doesn’t say anything, just nods his head. He couldn’t really think right now, because fuck, how can he? This was everything he only dreamed about. But that doesn’t satisfy you, so you slap his face. Hard.

You bite your lip, withdrawing your hand.

“W- was that too hard?”

Baekhyun. Baekhyun was livid. But he can’t get enough.

“No. Fuck no. Hit me harder. Please.”

You straddle him, your dripping pussy laying on his hard, throbbing pink cock. You giggle at first, nerves, and you bring your hand to slap him again. This was worse than the first time, but the sting left Baekhyun nearly coming. He had to reach down to his cock to calm himself down. As you rub the palm of your hand over where you slapped him, Baekhyun shuddered.

“Baekhyun… I want you to fill me with your cum. Can you be a good boy and do that?”

He didn’t know why that felt so nice to hear, someone actually recognizing that he was actually…good. Because he was, and so many people would come to the defense and say he wasn’t. But he knew that you knew that he was a good person. A good boy.

“Y-yes. If that’s what you want.”

It doesn’t take you any longer to reach your hand and grab his cock. You push it inside of your inviting heat, and Baekhyun had never fucked someone so tight before. He has to stop you from moving, a blush forming on his face as he looks at you apologetically.

“I’m sorry. I just- you’re so beautiful, Y/N. I can’t help it-”

You shake your head, slapping his hands away from your waist. You rise up and sink back down on him, taking all of him. Now that was the best feeling in the world. He watched as you bounced on his cock, sweat perspiring on your body, leaving it shiny and sleek. He nearly yells out your name, the sensation becoming too much. As he watched your mouth form into an ‘O’ shape, he could feel his dominant side beginning to come out again. He continues to stare at you riding him, but now he reaches up to grab your neck again. You stutter from the sudden loss of oxygen, your face starting to become red. But you smile.

“You… like choking, huh?” You pause with each word, sinking down on him faster.

He almost chokes. “I like seeing… fuck, you… flustered like that.”

You slam back on his cock, hard. “Can I choke you then?”

Ah… he didn’t know. He looks at you, not processing what you said. But you don’t give him a chance to, because now your small, tender hand is wrapped on his neck. You’re not too sure of it, Baekhyun can tell. But as you start to squeeze tighter, each moment your pussy swallows his huge dick, his vision starts to become dizzy. It was intoxicating, this feeling. You, having total control of his life, his breathing. His cock swells up, and he could feel the walls of your pussy tightening around him.

“I-I’m going to cum, Y/N.” He mumbles out, your hand tightening more now, his words struggling to get out.

“Yeah? Cum inside me, Baekhyun.”

“Fuck. Y/N… I-”

“Say you love me.”

He widens his eyes. What?

“Ah… what?” He grunts out, watching as you slam your body against his. He could feel himself about to release inside of you, but he needed to wait for that, he needed to hear that one more time.

“I said, say you love me.”

“I- I love you, Y/N. I love you so fucking much.”

You reach your climax, but Baekhyun didn’t miss what you yelled out, no. He watched you intensely as you rode your high on his cock, the sweet words spilling from your pretty lips.

“I love you, Baekhyun, fuck.”

Oh. You love him?

As Baekhyun cums, you let your hand disappear from his throat, dropping your naked body on top of his. You pant against his chest, letting him milk his cock inside of you. He twitches as you remove yourself from him once he finishes. He wraps his arm around you, not used to this feeling… the pure bliss. You hum gently, moving your finger from his chest to his stomach.

“That was probably the best sex I ever had.” You laugh as you prop yourself on your elbow, your hand pushed against your cheek while you beam at him.

He smiles back, weakly. “Uh, yeah. Me too. Can I just say that I’ve been wanting to say-”

You blush, shaking your head. “I’m sorry for saying that. I mean, I think I’m still confused about-”

Baekhyun firmly takes your hand and places it over his chest, his heart.

“Please don’t say anything. Don’t say you didn’t mean it.”

You don’t say anything. You look at him, confused.

Baekhyun knows what he has to say.

“I- I don’t think anyone knows me better than you do right now. You, you’re so beautiful, and caring. Loving? I don’t think anyone is better for me than you. I really, really, mean that. I know we just met, but I can do anything for you. I will do whatever you ask, I will protect you. I will take care of you. I will understand you. I… give me a chance. I know you want me too, Y/N.”

You’re shocked. Obviously. You didn’t expect the love of your life to just say this, but Baekhyun had to do it. He had to plant this seed in your head, let you know that there was someone out there that would do anything for you. Do the things that Kyungsoo didn't do. That’s how it starts. But that’s also how things will end for the both of you. He’ll never need anyone else.

“I- Wow. Baekhyun,” You let out a nervous chuckle, “That’s…a lot.”

He just offers you a smile.

“You don’t have to answer right away. But… I can be here for you. I can stay and help you clean. I can even cook for you. I’m not the best, but when I was getting over the death of my girlfriend I found eating to be at the bottom of my list. Trust me, I know.”

You sighed as you flopped on your bed. You started to twist your hair around on your finger.

“Can I tell you something? And you can’t think I’m crazy.”

Baekhyun plays along. He shines as he looks at you, grabbing a strand of your hair and putting it to his nose. You give him a look, shyly. You huff as you look at your ceiling, a smile creeping on your features.

“Is it bad that I want to kill that girl? Like legit. I want to fucking kill her.”

No, not at all.

“What? Nah.” Baekhyun laughs, to which you look at him interestingly.

“You don’t think… it’s fucking crazy of me to say I want to kill someone?”

He pauses. “I mean… It makes sense. She’s a whore.”

You frown. “I don’t think she’s a whore but…” She looks at him, a light in her eyes, “People like that don’t deserve to be happy.”

Baekhyun likes this side of you. “Do you… do you mean this seriously?”

“I don’t know. Maybe.” You shake your head as you laugh into his shoulder.

“I just feel so angry right now. But, for some reason you calm me down. You just have something… I never had Kyungsoo. You’re different.”

“Well… I would never cheat on you. I’m much more understanding and open about things.”

She scoffs. “That’s what he said too.”

Baekhyun takes that to heart. He grimaces. “Don’t compare me to him. He’s fucking shit.”

You peer at him. “Are you…jealous? Of my dead boyfriend?”

"..."

“Oh my god… you’re totally jealous of my dead fucking boyfriend.”

He gets up and sits on the edge of the bed. Y/N, please don’t piss him off right now. Things were going so smoothly, he didn't want to do something he might regret.

“I’m not jealous, Y/N. I think you’re not in the right headspace right now. Maybe I should leave.”

You suddenly perk up at that, crawling over on the bed and gripping his arm. You move your hand to reach his chin, turning it so you’re facing her.

“Don’t leave. Please. I’m sorry.”

He smirks. “Yeah? Why not? I’m jealous over your dead boyfriend.”

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean it. You’re not jealous. I… I want you here.”

“Sweetheart… Are you sure you want me here?”

She nods furiously. “Yes.”

Baekhyun has you, he just needs to twist the knife in a little deeper.

“Then can you do something for me?”

“Anything. I- I don’t want to be alone.”

So easily manipulated. “Can we play pretend?”

You quirk your head to the side. “Pretend? What are we, 2?”

He smiles as he shakes his head. “Like when you said you love me.”

“Oh.”

“Yeah.”

You purse your lips. “Like the whole… dominant thing?”

“Well… that too. But I want you to say you love me. I think it’s endearing. I think you like saying it too. It brings me some kind of comfort…knowing that we both lost someone close to us. We’re kind of connected, right? I think saying we love each other will ease some of that pain.”

“I…I don’t know.”

He sighs as he gets up, pretending he’s going to pick up his shirt from off the ground. You scramble towards him, putting a hand on his arm. He hides the look of excitement that gave him, then turned his head around to give you a stern look.

“...Okay. We can do that. Just… don’t leave me.”

He puckers his lips out as he gives you a somber look.

“Y/N. Let’s get one thing straight. I will never leave you. Okay?”

“Okay.”

You played the role a little too well, Y/N. It’s only been a week but Baekhyun has pretty much made his place in your apartment. You didn’t leave much, letting him know that your boss didn’t want you back at work because of the incident. He can’t complain about that, now he got to see you everyday, fuck you, and hear that you loved him. But what was more interesting to him was the fact that slowly, day by day, he could start to see something different about you, something that reminded him of himself. The obsession.

As he arrives back to your apartment with fresh groceries, you rise from the couch in your living room and beam at him. He really loves this, you, waiting for him and practically pouncing on him like a puppy. It was cute, endearing. You were realizing that you truly did love him. He could feel it.

“Baekhyun, I missed you.”

He places the bags on the kitchen table before he smiles and grabs your waist. He pulls you in and places a kiss on your lips, feeling you smirk against him. He pulls back.

“Yeah? I was only gone for 20 minutes. Say, can you tell me those words I want to hear?”

You stutter before you reply. “I-I love you.”

“Say it again. Like you believe it. C’mon.” He puts his finger on your chin.

“I love you.”

“I love you…?” He stares, waiting for you to say it correctly.

“I love you, Baekhyun.”

“That’s my girl.”

You blush, biting your lip. He peels himself away from you, rummaging through the bags. He takes out some of the vegetables and opens the fridge behind him. You help him out, taking the other things that he bought and handing them to him. He liked your neediness to do things for him, make things easier. But you didn’t have to, he enjoyed taking care of you. Besides, you’re going through a very difficult time right now.

You sit down on the chair in front of the dining room table as he closes the fridge and turns around. You tap your finger on it, motioning him to sit down with you as well. He obliges.

“So… I think we should talk.” You smile.

He pushes his hair back, chuckling.

“About what?”

You looked nervous. Why? “I- well my boss called me and asked if I wanted to test things out. Like, just help keep my mind off things. He finally fucking budged, can you believe it?”

No, he didn’t want to believe it, nor accept it.

“Are you sure you should go back? It’s only been a week, Y/N.”

He rolls his eyes as he looks at his hands, not wanting to make eye contact with you. He could feel you burning a stare into him, but he didn’t care. You didn’t want to spend time with him anymore, it was really fucking apparent. Why now? When things were starting to go good?

“I mean I thought you’d be happy. I’ve been stuck in the house and you’ve been doing so much for me. Don’t you have to work? I mean, you have a place of your own, don’t you?”

He scoffs. “So what you’re saying is that you don’t want me here anymore?”

You shake your head, grabbing his hand. “No. That’s not what I’m saying. I just think I should try. You shouldn’t take it like I’m trying to kick you out. I do want you here.”

“Doesn’t sound like you do. I’ll just get my things.”

He rises from his chair and heads to the bedroom, listening as you struggle with your words. He goes to pick up some clothes from the pile that was made in the corner of your room but you stop him. He turns around and raises his eyebrow.

“Baekhyun, you don’t have to go. You…you can stay here if you want.”

He drops his shirt back on the floor. He crosses his arms together.

“You know, I don’t want to be used. I love you, Y/N.”

You drop your hand from his side, and he instantly misses your touch. He almost stumbles on his words, but you interrupt him.

“That’s another thing. You don’t love me. I…I know we’ve been saying it for a week now and everything. But, don’t you think it’s too much? I can’t say it doesn’t feel nice, because it does. But… we don’t love each other.”

He stares boringly into your eyes. This was not what he wanted to hear. He turns his back on you, furiously grabbing the clothes once more. As he bundles all of them up, he goes into the living room, searching for his backpack. He can hear you running behind him, letting out nervous squeaks.

“Baek…Baekhyun! Stop!”

He whisks his body around, he knows he’s crying, but this time… he really means it.

“I can’t believe you. You’ve just been using me this entire fucking time for your own beneift. How dare you. I let myself be open with you, with everything. And you have the audacity to say that… it’s nice to hear that I love you? It’s just something that feeds into your emptiness, right? Man, I can’t fucking believe you. To think,” He scoffs as he feels a tear run down his face, “I wanted to be with you. Fuck this.”

You don’t say anything for a moment, you just take in Baekhyun’s emotional state and trip over your words, speaking gibberish.

“P-please, L-listen to m-”

He throws the clothes on the ground, his teeth gritting together, his hands forming into fists.

“What?” He hisses out.

“I love you. I love you so fucking much. Please, stay here. I really do love you. You can live here with… with me! That’s how bad I want you. Believe me, please.”

He smiles as he shakes his head. He gets up in your face, your noses touching.

“I don’t believe you.”

You’re crying now as well. You bring your hands to his face and kiss him. It was a desperate kiss, a needy one. He could feel the emotions that were laced in your tongue as you pushed it into his mouth. He almost falls for it, almost. He pushes you away, instantaneously regretting it.

He wipes his mouth with his hand as he watches you, a look of submissiveness.

“Come on. Convince me. Tell me you need me.”

“I need you, Baekhyun.”

“Do you need anyone else?”

You hesitate. “...No.”

He taps his foot. “Why did you hesitate?”

You bite your lip, your thighs begin to rub against each other.

“I’ve never been so vulnerable before.”

He feels himself soften. He darts his eyes from you to the pile of clothes.

“Convince me.”

You huff as you put on a straight face.

“I… I don’t need anyone else but you. You were the one who helped me throughout all of this. I should be treating you better. You’ve been there for me through the hardest part of my life, and I should be more grateful for you. I really want you here, Baekhyun. I’ll do anything. Just…please. I’ve never felt this way before, it’s hard for me to admit that I depend so much on someone.”

He smiles. “You’ll do anything, did I hear that correctly?” He takes a seat on the couch, spreading his legs open and resting his arms on top of the sofa arms. He licks his lips.

You inhaled. “Yes.”

He eyes you up and down, his leg begins to bounce lightly.

“I want you to sit on my lap, then you’ll listen to what I have to say. Come here, princess.”

You hurry over, not waiting another second. You swing your legs around his waist, your arms wrapping around his neck. You have adoration in your eyes, he notices it without a doubt. He just smirks as he brings one hand down from the sofa arm and traces it down your neck.

“I want you… all to myself. I want you to be mine. I know we both just got out of…relationships. I know it can be hard to jump into one so quickly, but I think we're good for each other. We’ll fix one another. So,” He lands a peck on your cheek, “I want you to be my girlfriend. What do you think?”

He can feel you trembling. You speak softly, quietly.

“Okay. Okay, Baekhyun.”

He hums, his cheeks hurting from smiling so much.

“Can I ask you something?”

You lay your head on his chest, rubbing his arms.

“Of course.”

“You know I would do anything for you, right?”

You nod your head against him.

“So let’s say…hypothetically. If you want that cunt gone, maybe I can be the one who does it.”

That piqued your interest. You look at him abruptly. “Jihyo? Kyungsoo’s girlfriend?”

He nods. He can see an alarm ringing through your head. But he can also see something else.

“What do you think about that, sweetheart?” He opens his mouth in awe, grabbing your face in his hands. He squeezes your face, your cheeks puffing up. You look at him bewildered.

“I…You’re saying you’ll kill someone. You do know I work for the police, right?” Your body language is saying you’re uncomfortable, but the way you said that… It was almost hopeful. Hopeful that what you just heard was him being truthful. Hypothetically, of course.

“Honey, there’s so much you don’t know about the people you work for. Besides, I just said hypothetically. Now why are you so excited about this? I can see it in your face. You want her dead. I believe you told me that yourself. Don’t be self righteous, it doesn’t suit you.”

“I’m not being self righteous. I just… What do you mean by that? You saying the people I work for… I don’t know them?” You pout.

“You know… I could tell you. But I don’t think you should know. All I’ll say is that you shouldn’t trust them. Especially that… What's his name?” He taps his finger on his lip, pretending to think.

You wrap your legs around his waist as you frown.

“Is it a co-worker of mine?”

“Hm…maybe. Starts with an S? Can’t remember his name.” He should have been an actor.

You widen your eyes.

“Sehun?”

“Oh yeah. Sehun.”

You suddenly stand up, almost falling off the couch. You hold your head in your hands, Baekhyun assuming a million thoughts running through it. He has to fight the urge to smirk. But what you say next changes his entire mood.

“Oh my god. My coffee.”

Your coffee?

“Um…what do you mean, ‘your coffee’?”

You look at him, pointing your finger.

“I think he fucking drugs me.”

He fucking what? Baekhyun looks at you dangerously, standing up as well. He furrowed his eyebrows together as he tries to understand, what the fuck did Sehun do to you?

You fumble as you move your hands around, pacing back and forth.

“I-I told him that I have trouble staying awake. I didn’t drink coffee back then because I don’t like how I feel afterwards. I always felt drained out after a couple of hours. But after one time that I spoke with him about my sleeping problems, the next morning he told me that he bought a new brand of coffee beans. Said that they were imported from some country. He told me to try it, and even though I didn’t want to… I did. After that, I was able to stay awake for fucking hours. That’s why I stay at work so late. Oh my god… he fucking drugs me?”

Baekhyun couldn't believe it. He knew that the bastard pulled a similar move like this in college, but still? He knew what he had to do. But he can’t exactly say it… wait. Can he?

“Listen, you’re making a big accusation here.”

You stop your fidgeting and look him dead in the eye.

“We also went to bars together. Baekhyun. Everytime we go out I black out. I have no recollection of taking myself home. Kyungsoo would always say that he was at working night shifts, so he assumed Sehun would always bring me back safely. But… holy shit. This all makes sense now.”

He’s not moving. “What makes sense?”

“Kyungsoo probably told him to do that to me. Don’t you fucking see? He would have Jihyo over or something. Maybe he was with her the nights Sehun would take me home, when I was blacked out. They fucking did that to me. They planned it. Every. Single. Time.”

You collapse to the ground, sobbing. Baekhyun swoops down to you, holding you in his grasp. If anyone could see him at this moment, they would be convinced that he belonged in a mental hospital. The feeling of bloodthirsty fury that contained him was too much, and here he thought he was actually getting a little better with controlling himself. He rubs your back, but you pull back. He looks at you, but he can’t tell who you are anymore. You look…crazy.

You hiccup before you blandly smile.

“I want to kill them.”

“What?” Baekhyun reeled back.

“You…you said you’d do anything for me, right?”

“Yes.”

“Then, I want to kill them. I want to kill that bitch Jihyo and that cunt Sehun.”

Did he really have to get a hard on at this moment?

He nervously chuckles as he brings his hand to readjust his tightening pants.

“I mean, I can do it. I’ll do it for you, Y/N. But you can’t take this back. Once it’s done-”

“No. I want to do it.”

Baekhyun retracted his hand from you, startled from your forwardness.

“You want to kill people. Am I hearing this?”

You nod.

“Ah…well. Okay.”

You glance off, devoid of any emotion.

“I want you to come with me. Do it with me. I won’t be able to deal with Sehun on my own.”

“Of course.”

And that was the end of the discussion. Baekhyun watched as you walked away to the bedroom, heading straight to the shower. He has to think about everything that just went down, process it. You, innocent police officer, you, were ready and set to plan murder. But he also realized that you finally have come to terms with your feelings for him. That was something to be celebrated. So he decided to go to his apartment and grab some things, maybe start packing. You did say he could move in. There was no way that he would let that skip past him. He walked into the bathroom, letting you know that he was going to do just that.

You were starting up a shower, letting your hand splash underneath the water. Your back was turned to him, hunched over. He smiles as he places a hand on your shoulder and then pressed his lips to the top of your head. If this is what you wanted Y/N, he would make it happen.

“I’m going to pack some things. I’ll be back in an hour or so. Are you going to be okay?”

You continue to stare at the stream of water coming from the silver showerhead.

“Yes. I’ll be okay.”

He stifled a light laugh and started to head out. But you call for him.

“Baekhyun?”

He turns around, a side smile placed.

“Yes?”

He could shiver at the sight of you, the look of a psychopath, but it shifted not a second later.

“Tell me you love me. Tell me that I’m not going crazy.”

He sighs. He comes to you as you sit on the toilet seat, your eyes set with worry. He crouches as he cocked his head to one side.

“I love you. You’re not going crazy. You’re finally understanding how to deal with things.”

Your frown twitches to a smile, your body shaking as you look back at the water.

“Okay. I love you. Be safe.”

“When I get back I expect you to be naked on the bed for me. Got it?”

He doesn’t wait for a response, just heads to the door. As he settles into his car, starting it up, he could feel that excitement he got when he planned the murder for Kyungsoo. This was going to be so, so, good.

Chanyeol’s POV

“Junmyeon, do you have any updates on the burglary?” Chanyeol shifted his weight on the chair he sat on, frustrated with the itch he had in his throat.

He hasn’t been doing much lately, that was the beauty of the job. Being in a higher position for the police, he was able to control his schedule and pick and choose what he wanted to get involved with. He had a trustworthy team of people he could count on, so he didn’t fret too much if they made decisions on their own. It was both a luxury and a curse. On one hand, he gets paid a pretty penny for hardly doing anything, but on the other, he's constantly bored.

Maybe that’s why he indulges with Baekhyun so much.

He shakes his head, trying to listen to what his subordinate is saying. He decided to come down to Yeongdo-gu’s police station just to see how things were going. Plus, he was close friends with Junmyeon and Sehun. They all went to the same police academy.

Junmyeon eyed him from across his desk.

“We already got the guy. Just checked the cameras in the area and was able to ID him quickly.”

Chanyeol yawned as he looked off to the view of the city.

“That’s good.”

His friend laughed light heartedly as he leaned back into his chair.

“Chanyeol. I know it’s so hard being the Assistant Deputy but can you at least pretend that you like your job? I think this is the 5th time you’ve come down here this month.”

Chanyeol flashes him a grin as he kicks his feet on his desk. Junmyeon sneers.

“There’s nothing really to do. Besides, I’m coming in to make sure you’re doing your job.”

“That reminds me of something actually. How do you know…Baekhyun?”

The tall man freezes, his blood turning cold.

“Why do you ask?”

Junmyeon shrugs.

“He’s quite strange, isn’t he? Charming, but strange. One of my workers has become quite acquainted with him from what Sehun has been telling me. I just want to make sure he’s a good guy is all. Y/N is her name. I assume since you’re friends with the guy maybe he’s brought her up to you? She just… Fuck. She just lost her boyfriend. He died in a car crash. Poor guy was flesh and bones when we got there. Our only eye witness was his friend, who managed to get a good look at him before the flames swallowed him up.”

He pauses after, his dark eye circles have been getting worse since the last time Chanyeol had seen him. His skin lacked color, he was drained. Depressed. He assumes that it’s because of this…Y/N.

“Baekhyun has been my friend since we were kids. He’s a…good guy. Not sure how it correlates with you doing your job but, all power to ya.”

He fidgets with his hands, not daring to make eye contact with the man. If he had any suspicions about his best friend, there was no doubt that he would confront him in not telling him the truth. The truth that his fucking pal was a murderer. He couldn’t betray him like that. But again, Chanyeol is a terrible liar under pressure. He had to get out of there as soon as he could.

“Just wanted to check. I was thinking of letting her come back to work. I can’t imagine how she’s doing alone at her apartment. They lived together, you know? 5 years, I think? She loved him.”

Guilt. Chanyeol had no idea what Baekhyun has done, but he knows that Y/N’s boyfriend didn’t die from an unplanned car crash. He was most definitely behind it. He sighs as he stands up.

“That’s probably a good idea. Listen, I have to go but we should grab some drinks. On me.”

Junmyeon smiles as he gets up, walking Chanyeol out.

“Sounds like a plan. Oh, Sehun said he wanted to talk to you. He should be in his cubicle.”

Chanyeol gives him a hug before he leaves his office, peering out into the work space. He spots Sehun with his head down on his desk, his arms sprawled out on either side of him. He chuckles as he approaches, flicking his finger on his head. The younger man whips his head up, flashing a deadly look.

“Hey! I was sleeping.”

“You shouldn’t be sleeping on the job, S.”

Sehun becomes alarmed for a moment, sitting up straight in his chair.

“D-don’t call me that. I don’t like it.”

Chanyeol leans on the wall inside his cubicle as he smirks.

“You wanted to talk to me, Oh Sehun?”

He gulps. His black hair was in disarray, his dark circles matched Junmyeon. He looks around.

“Let’s talk outside. I need a smoke anyway.”

“I didn’t do anything. I just watched. But I can’t help but feel horrible.”

Chanyeol lights up his cigarette as well, taking a big puff before he looks off at the trees planted in front of the police station. Oh, Baekhyun. What was he going to do with you. He knew he should turn you in, get you on fucking death row. He deserved to rot, to die a painful death. But Chanyeol wasn’t like that. He couldn’t turn his back on him. He’s gotten himself into this mess, he won’t just stop halfway through and say fuck it. He was like a brother to him. Maybe he should get him in touch with his therapist.

“Maybe he should see a therapist.” Chanyeol mimics his thoughts out loud.

Sehun scoffs, taking another hit while he shakes his head at the ground.

“Therapy? Chanyeol, he needs to fucking be in prison. I’ll never understand why you defend that piece of shit. He causes nothing but trouble, and he only gets away with it because of you.”

Chanyeol turns to face him, flicking his cigarette on the ground. He stomps it out with his shoe.

“Yeah? What are you going to do about it, Sehun? Tell on him? I would be the one you would have to speak to. And I know you won’t do shit. Not as long as you have that fucking gambling problem. Plus, you’re an accessory to murder. Just lay low, don’t say anything. Don’t make this any harder than it has to be.”

He nudges Sehun’s chin, walking past him. Sehun steps towards him, and Chanyeol turns around.

“I… I’ve done some bad things, Chan. Not just helping Baekhyun.”

The Deputy frowns.

“What do you mean?”

Sehun hurriedly finishes his smoke, copying Chanyeol by throwing it on the ground. He scrunched his eyebrows together, and he could see the boy’s lips starting to quiver.

“Baekhyun knows about my past. The mistake I made. How the fuck does he know?”

“What mistake, S?”

Sehun rushes up to him, grabbing the collar of his white button down shirt. His eyes are forming tears, the red veins in the whites of them vibrant.

“Don’t call me S.”

Chanyeol pushes him off, anger rising in him.

“Okay. What mistake, Sehun?”

“I’ve been drugging her. Y/N.”

Woah. Chanyeol didn’t know anything about this. So he didn’t understand how Baekhyun would know about it either. Maybe he didn’t know him as well as he thought. Looks like the guy does some serious research about the people he gets to do his dirty work.

“Why the fuck have you been drugging some woman? Have you… did you?”

He doesn’t even want to say it.

Sehun shakes his head as he sobs.

“Of course not. At first I just wanted to help her. She’s my friend. A close friend. She complained about not being able to sleep. So I put Modafinil in her coffee. It only keeps her awake. But… then her boyfriend came to me. Said he was seeing someone else. He didn’t want her to find out about it. Kyungsoo told me to do it. He said to drug her whenever we went out to drink. I didn’t want to do it, Chanyeol. You have to believe me.”

Chanyeol stands there shocked. Sehun was one of the most loyal people he’s ever met. He doesn’t like bending the laws and using them as an advantage against others. Why?

“Then why did you do it?”

Sehun sighs as he leans against a wall.

“Why do you think, Chan? He paid me a grand everytime.”

“So you go against your morals and drug your ‘friend’? What the actual fuck, Sehun?”

Sehun stares into nothing.

“But now. Now Baekhyun is with her. He’s fucking obsessed, you have no idea. He fucking killed her boyfriend. I can’t let her get killed. You know how he is, he’ll fucking slit her throat and throw her into the fucking trash if she does something wrong. She can’t die, Chanyeol.”

Chanyeol rubs the temple of his forehead as he picks through his brain. Baekhyun would kill her.

“Okay. Let me talk to him. I’ll figure this out. For the meantime, you have to hide out somewhere. If Baekhyun finds out what you did?” He groans. Sehun would be a dead man walking.

“He’ll kill me. I know.”

Chanyeol gave no answer. He simply started to walk back to his car.

“Chanyeol!”

He turns around, the second time today. He swallowed as he looked at his friend.

“You’ll kill him if you have to…right? If he tries to kill me?”

He stiffened. He opens his mouth, but nothing comes out. So he nods. A lie.

Sehun surveyed him for a moment before he shook his head. He headed back inside.

As Chanyeol hopped inside his car, he took a deep breath. He pulled out his phone and went through his call list. He scrolled until he reached the name. His finger shook as he slowly pressed down on the highlighted contact. He didn’t want to do this. Not in the slightest.

“...Hello?”

Chanyeol smiles, but maybe he was just trying to fool himself that he liked hearing his best friend’s voice.

“Hey. Any chance I can talk to you? In person?”

“Ah, I’m in the process of moving some things out of my place. But you can meet me at my girlfriend’s apartment. You can meet her! Chanyeol she’s amazing, I’ve never met anyone-”

“...Like her before. Yeah, I know. Listen, you can’t do anything to her Baekhyun. She has people that care about her, and would notice if she disappears. Do you understand?”

“...Chanyeol. I’m not going to do anything. Why the fuck do you want to talk to me?”

He lets out a dragged out groan. “Dude. You realize you do this every single time-”

“She’s different. I love her. I’m fucking wrapped around her finger. I don’t even care if she has stains on her shirt. I’m a changed man, Chan. She helps me.”

Chanyeol knew his best friend. But if he was hearing him correctly, which he didn’t think he was, this was different for him. He killed most of his ex’s because of their small mistakes. Things like…ripped blouses. Or their lipstick, remnants of coke on their fucking lip. But stains? Baekhyun wasn’t just a clean freak, he was an obsessive serial killer. He paid close attention to small details like that, and when those two things meet, he makes sure that it never crosses his sight again.

“That’s actually…a good sign.”

“Exactly. I’ll text you the address.”

The phone call ended there, leaving Chanyeol to bask in the quietness of his car. Maybe Baekhyun was changing. And if he was, then this would mean the burden of keeping quiet for him would be nothing but a horrible memory. So the man actually, honestly, smiled to himself as he started his way over to his best friend’s girlfriend’s apartment.

“Fuck me, man.” He laughed.

Y/N’s POV

Baekhyun.

That was all you could think about. You didn’t know how you got to this point. This sad, low point. However, at the same time, you couldn’t care less. As a police officer, you were trained to understand manipulation. You went to the police academy, studied your ass off to know the signs of an actual psychopath. In the back of your head you can feel yourself trying to crawl out of the dark abyss. But here’s the thing. You didn’t want her to come back. You loved the attention he gave you. The longing stares, watching your every movement. Even his cooking, although it didn’t match Kyungsoo’s skills, it would have to do. Baekhyun was right. He was good for you. Maybe this is what you needed; someone to take care of you. Someone who only wants you and only you. Someone who would…kill for you.

You look at yourself in the foggy mirror in your bathroom, drying your hair with your light pink towel. For some reason you looked different. Now, it could be because you lost weight, but there was a different aura to you. Confident yet introverted. You wipe your hand over your blurry reflection to get a better look.

You knew what it was. The difference.

It was the effect of actually being loved.

You didn’t know if you loved Baekhyun. You couldn’t just fall in love with someone in less than a week. Not after spending 5 years with someone. But then again, if the love of your life could fall out of love with you and not even give you any signs that they did, maybe it was…possible. All you knew was that you didn’t like being alone. And maybe it was solely because you were afraid of what you’d do to yourself if you were. You liked how Baekhyun looked after you and made sure you were okay. But maybe that’s all it was. You enjoyed his company. What’s wrong with that?

“But I can’t tell him that.” You whisper to yourself.

Because if you told him that, you didn’t know what he would do. You knew you shouldn’t have agreed to all of this. The moving in, having him stay with you for a fucking week. But the more time you spent with him, the more you felt yourself falling for him. He was dominant, oozing it. Tell you what to do, what to eat, what to say. Kyungsoo was never like that for you, simply let you do whatever you wanted. Maybe you needed this. The comfort and stability.

You sigh as you make your way to the bedroom. You pick out some comfortable clothes and put them on, jumping under the covers of your bed. You pick up your phone that you left charging on your nightstand, your heart skipping a beat when you see missed texts and calls from Baekhyun.

sorry i’m taking so long.

i’m hungry. should i just get us something to eat?

i’ll just get us something.

hey.

answer me.

y/n.

i swear to fucking god, if you don’t pick up the phone.

sorry for getting mad. my friend is coming over so make sure you’re presentable. i can fuck you later on tonight. i’ll make sure you won’t be able to walk for days.

And 15 missed calls.

You liked the attention. You weren’t the conceited type but he certainly makes you think you are. You never thought too much about your looks, but the way he adored you, worshiped you, well it had you thinking that maybe you did have something about you. Baekhyun was everything to you. You call him back, waiting impatiently as the line rang.

“B-Baekhyun?”

“Sweetheart. Why didn’t you message me back?”

“I was in the shower, I’m sorry.” You bite your lip nervously.

“It’s okay. Just keep your phone with you so you can hear when I’m texting or calling.”

“Okay. I’m sorry.”

“Stop saying sorry. You’re presentable, right?”

You peer down at your outfit. Just one of his shirts and a pair of sweats.

“Yeah. I’m wearing your shirt and my pink sweats.”

“Mmm. I like it when you wear my things. Listen, I’ll be there in a minute. I’m turning the corner.”

He hangs up abruptly. You jump out of bed, little squeaks escaping your mouth excitedly. You stand before the door, and when you can’t take it any longer, you swing it open. You look down your staircase, Baekhyun beaming at you while he carries two boxes. You hurry down and take one of them out of his grasp and lead him back into your home.

He heaves the other inside, placing it on the table. He puts his hands on his hips and smiles.

“I missed you.”

You put your box down and jump into his arms. You rub your face into the crook of his neck.

“I missed you more.”

“Am I interrupting something?”

You gasp, removing yourself from your…boyfriend. You see a tall man with dark brown hair standing in your doorway. He had kind eyes, a dimpled smile placed on his features. His aegyo sal was cute. He stepped inside as Baekhyun peels away from you, grinning towards him. He pulls him in for a hug, slapping his back harshly. You just stand there and smile, putting your hair behind your ear awkwardly.

“Chanyeol! It’s been a while.”

Chanyeol nods. “Definitely man. So who’s the pretty lady?”

He motions over to you, waving. You bow slightly before you approach him and stretch out your hand. “My name is Y/N. It’s nice to meet you.”

He shakes it warmly, looking between you and Baekhyun. Your boyfriend eyes it carefully, and you feel a twinge of fear for a second. He suddenly stands in between you two, removing the connection. He laughs as he puts his hand around the man’s waist, leading him to the living room. You tiptoe over to your door to close it. As you turn around, you see the two men talking with each other on the couch.

You don’t want to intrude just yet, so you head over to the kitchen to pull out some beers. As you open the fridge, you try to zone in on the conversation they’re having, curious since they were speaking at such a low volume. You began to pour the beers into some cups, watching as the foam started to rise to the top.

“...Sehun told me everything. I just need you to promise me that you won’t do anything.”

“Aw, Chanyeol. Looking out for your friends? That’s sweet. I love that about you.”

“Don’t fuck around man. I fucking mean it. Don’t do anything to him.”

The sound of his name does something to you, and the proposition you had made earlier resonates in your head. You want to kill him. And you still did. You don’t know when this side of you came out, but honestly, it only made sense. Plus, Baekhyun made you feel okay about the idea, and that brought even more confirmation to the plan. If he was okay with it, then… It's okay. Right?

You stand back in surprise as you hear a bottle break on the kitchen floor. How did you not notice that it slipped from your grasp? You feel the liquid pouring on your feet, the familiarity of when you did the same thing when you read that letter for the first time.

“Y/N? Are you okay?” You hear Baekhyun running behind you, you erase the frown on your face and replace it with a nervous smile.

“I’m fine.” You see Chanyeol standing from his seat, a worried expression on his face from your living room.

You don’t know why you did it, but you just felt the need to. You push past Baekhyun, who looks at you confused, and storm to the stranger that stood in your home. You do your best to project your feelings, the anger, the brokenness, the pain. Chanyeol backs up a little as you get in his personal space, your mouth tightened in a straight line before it opens up.

“I want him dead. I’ll kill that fucking cunt myself. If you do something to stop me, I won’t hesitate to do the same thing to you.”

Silence.

Baekhyun laughs loudly, slapping his hand on his knee before he walks over. His face was bright red as he stood behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist and fitting his head into the crook of your neck. You lean into him, smiling at Chanyeol, who looked shocked.

“I told you, she’s different.” Baekhyun whispers against your skin. He kisses your neck, and you accidentally let a subtle moan slip out.

Chanyeol stares in disbelief. “You… Fucking shit. What did you do to her, Baekhyun?”

You blink. “He didn’t do anything to me, you fucking pussy. You don’t know what Sehun did to me, you have no reason to be angry at me or my boyfriend.”

Baekhyun just watches. You hope he’s enjoying this, maybe he’ll praise you later on for this.

“I actually do know. Sehun…yeah. He’s a horrible person for what he did. He should be locked up. But killing him isn’t the answer, Y/N. Holy shit. I can’t believe this is happening.”

He stares numbly at the carpet, plopping his body back onto the couch.

You think that maybe you shouldn’t have said anything. You realize as Baekhyun continues to kiss down your neck… this guy. He was the fucking Deputy. You reach your hand to grip your boyfriend’s thigh, stopping him from his actions. He tilts his head to look at you, his lips pouting.

“What is it?” He asks sweetly.

“This man… this is your friend? You’re friends with the Deputy?!”

Chanyeol scowls at you. “Sadly.”

Now it was Baekhyun’s turn to be shocked. He jumps onto the couch, one arm around the man’s shoulder while his other hand grips his chin roughly. He swings his face around until Chanyeol pushes him off with disgust.

“C’mon. Don’t be such a downer. You love being my friend. You’re like my brother, Chan.”

You just told the fucking Deputy that you wanted to kill someone. Why was Baekhyun acting so nonchalantly? Does he not realize that you could be taken in for questioning? For planning a fucking, god damn murder?

Instead, the tall man does something you don’t expect.

“I’m not going to help you with this if you decide to do it, Baekhyun. You’ll have to clean up this mess yourself. No way am I getting involved.”

“Excuse me… I just told you I want to murder this guy. You’re not even the slightest concerned about that?” You mutter out.

He turns his attention on you, grimacing. “I’ve done worse.”

You gape at Baekhyun, he smiles back at you. Maybe you didn’t know anything about the people you worked with, much less the ones you worked for. But with the subtle confirmation you got from the fucking Deputy, you start to realize that maybe you weren’t going crazy. Maybe Baekhyun was right, you were understanding how to deal with things. In a crazy, serial killer kind of way.

“T-then I’m assuming you won’t say anything about this.” You stutter.

Chanyeol rolls his eyes. “You guys are going to hell, you do know that right?”

Baekhyun laughed. “I’ll deal with it when the time comes. How about we order some takeout and watch a movie, huh? Let me change out of my clothes.”

He happily gets up from his seat and kisses your cheek faintly before he walks past you into the bedroom. You stand there, Chanyeol not breaking his eyes from yours.

“Y/N. I don’t know you. But I know this isn’t you. Sehun is your friend.” He says brokenly.

You snap out of your dead state and speak.

“I don’t know who I am anymore, really.”

You step towards him, ducking your body so your face lays inches from his.

“But if I have Baekhyun, I’ll be okay.”

ch 1, ch 2, ch 3

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