#BaekChen

[amaranth]

baekchen’s palm game 🐶 summer with cbx

[jongace]

230714 music bank recording 🥤 jongdae and baekhyun bumping into each other

[baekinho]

͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ˚ ₊ ‧ ꒰ა 🫧 ໒꒱ ‧ ₊ ˚

[remusawoooo]

we are sooo back. my parents are back😭😭🫶🏼🫶🏼

[kokobopam]

Love got me haunted by kokobopam

There are days in which Jongdae feels more like a memory than a real man

Pairing: Baekhyun/Jongdae

Word count: 3,965

Tags: thriller, emotional manipulation, dreams and nightmares, murder

[rhaenyraqueenred]

Baekchen au (based on "Pinneaple Slice" MV). Byun Baekhyun as a vampire and Kim Jongdae as his human boyfriend 🦇❤️

[ahreumbaekchen]

Since the moment I saw them wearing like minions I wanted to make this and it turned out to be so beautiful so warm and so bright just like how baekhyun and Jongdae are

[yeolwlrma]

their friendship is one of the most precious thing in this world 💖 

[soft-jihoonie]

#Whipped - Chapter One

TaoTao: Does anyone wanna help me with this essay i’m stuck on?

Read by 11 people

TaoTao: Y’all can go suck a dick

Jongdae’s hoe: gladly

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Chanyeol is obvious, Kyungsoo is oblivious and no one says no to Yixing.

Chanyeol x Kyungsoo | Jongdae x Baekhyun | Sehun x Jongin | Minseok x Luhan | Yixing x Tao | Kris x Junmyeon - chatroom style fic - 1.3k words

Disclaimer: this fic was started prior to Yifan’s arrest and I do not support him in any way. Any further chapters including him merely write him as a character for continuity

The members chat names are:

TaoTao: Tao

Dog lord: Kai/Jongin

No.1 Vivi supporter: Sehun

Lu: Luhan

Kyungsoo: D.O/Kyungsoo

Kris: Kris/Yifan

Myeonie: Suho/Junmyeon

XingXing: Lay/Yixing

Jongdae's hoe: Baekhyun

Baekhyun's hoe: Chen/Jongdae

Yeol: Chanyeol

Hot dad: Xiumin/Minseok

Chatroom: Fuck This

TaoTao: Do you guys ever think about how many toes there are in the world?

Kyungsoo: I hate this chat and everyone in it.

Lu: ^

Hot dad: ^^

Yeol: but not me right soo?

Kyungsoo: Especially you.

Jongdae’s hoe: and that kids is the sound of all of Chanyeol’s hope dying

Yeol: soos just joking!! i know that

Kyungsoo: Do you guys ever think about how much quieter life would be without Chanyeol around?

Yeol: but i love you soooooo

Kyungsoo: That’s nice.

No.1 Vivi supporter: Why did no one tell me savage Kyungsoo hyung was out?? You hoes would really let me miss that??

Myeonie: Sehun! Language!

No.1 Vivi supporter: But hyung you know you’re my favourite hoe?

Myeonie: Awhh Sehun

Baekhyun’s hoe: and here comes Jongin in 3

Jongdae’s hoe: 2

Baekhyun’s hoe: 1

Dog lord: Sehunnie I thought I was your favourite hoe?

Hot dad: I can’t believe that works every time

No.1 Vivi supporter: I -

No.1 Vivi supporter: Shit u right, sorry not sorry Junmyeon hyung

Dog Lord: ^-^

Yeol: #whipped

Kris: you can hardly talk Chanyeol

Kris: and babe you’re my favourite hoe

Myeonie: I would hope so if you want to get any tonight

TaoTao: I would like to delete that image from my brain

Lu: But then your brain would be empty

TaoTao: @Hot dad Your boyfriend is being mean

Hot dad: Last I checked, there’s nothing mean about telling the truth

TaoTao: Xiiiinnnnggg

XingXing: Come on guys, leave poor TaoTao alone

TaoTao: Luv u XingXing

No.1 Vivi supporter: Suck up

XingXing: What was that Sehun?

No.1 Vivi supporter: Nothing Yixing hyung!! I was just saying how hot you looked today

XingXing: Thank you Sehunnie ^-^

Dog lord: “Sehunnie” ??????

Lu: Uh oh

Dog lord: “S e h u n n i e” ?????

Myeonie: Okay kids, don’t you think it’s about time you get on with uni work?

Kris: you know they’re not actually our kids, right?

Myeonie: W u Y i f a n

Kris: okay kids, listen to your mother

Yeol: #whipped

Kyungsoo: Shut up Chanyeol.

Yeol: anything for u soo

Jongdae’s hoe: i’m gonna puke

Baekhyun’s hoe: don’t worry babe, i’ll hold your hair

No.1 Vivi supporter: Do you think chanyeol realises how obvious he is?

Kyungsoo: Obvious about what?

Dog lord: .....

Jongdae’s hoe: .......

Baekhyun’s hoe: .........

No.1 Vivi supporter: I give up

TaoTao: Does anyone wanna help me with this essay i’m stuck on?

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TaoTao: Y’all can go suck a dick

Jongdae’s hoe: gladly

Chatroom: Fuck This

Yeol: @Kyungsoo can u come to the studio to record vocals?

Kyungsoo: Why?

Yeol: youd sound so good on the song we are writing

Kyungsoo: You think I have the time for that?

XingXing: Come on Kyungsoo, your voice is perfect for this song!!

Kyungsoo: Alright then, i’ll be there in 10 minutes hyung.

XingXing: Yay!!

No.1 Vivi supporter: @Yeol Ouch you okay hyung?

Yeol: never been better hahahaha

Yeol: hahaha

Yeol: ha

Yeol: i have to get back to the studio bye guys

Lu: Great, you broke Chanyeol

Chatroom: The Hoes™

Yeol: hahahaha dont you love being rejected by ur crush

Baekhyun’s hoe: oh boy, here we go

Jongdae’s hoe: dude he’s still coming to the studio

Yeol: BUT HE NEVER DOES THINGS WHEN I ASK!!!!!

Baekhyun’s hoe: okay but no one says no to Yixing hyung

Jongdae’s hoe: yeh it’s the rules

Yeol: maybe ur right i mean he wouldve said no too if jongdae was the one asking

Baekhyun’s hoe: I am offended

Jongdae’s hoe: woah babe, a capital “I”? calm down

Baekhyun’s hoe: i’m chill i’m chill

Yeol: asdfghjkfhfsfnlkjgoerhgerlrgndkfsm

Jongdae’s hoe: you okay there hoe no.3?

Yeol: whydoeshehavesuchaperfectsingingvoiceplsENDME

Baekhyun’s hoe: you need me to come to the studio for moral support?

Yeol: p l e a s e

Baekhyun’s hoe: i’ll be there in 5 mins

Yeol: jongdae ur my best friend ily

Jongdae’s hoe: uhm bitch i’m right here

Yeol: srry dae ur my best friend after baek

Jongdae’s hoe: too late bitch go choke on Kyungsoo’s dick

Yeol: dtfyguhijonfwpmdksuwuohgfiejhfuck

Baekhyun’s hoe: do i need to call an ambulance?

Yeol: i choked on my drink bc of baeks text and soo started patting my back HE TOUCHED ME GUYS

Jongdae’s hoe: why am i friends with you

Baekhyun’s hoe: i’m at the studio, Chanyeol looks like he’s dying and Yixing hyung is v concerned

Jongdae’s hoe: don’t care let the hoe suffer

Baekhyun’s hoe: this is why i’m the nice friend Baek

Jongdae’s hoe: it’s more fun being a bitch Dae

Yeol: j o n g d a e

Baekhyun’s hoe: gotta go, the hoe is struggling

Jongdae’s hoe: Jongdae: i’m the nice friend

Jongdae’s hoe: Jongdae 2 secs later: calls Chanyeol “the hoe”

Chatroom: Fuck This

Hot dad: Why do Monday’s drag so much? Work seemed to last forever today

XingXing: Tell me about it, Yeol and I spent hours in the studio today

XingXing: It’s 8pm and I only just got home

No.1 Vivi supporter: Yeah Chanyeol hyung only got home 10 minutes ago and went straight to his room

Lu: Speaking of, Chanyeol hasn’t said anything here since Kyungsoo rejected him

Kyungsoo: I didn’t reject him, I still went to the studio.

Lu: Because Yixing asked

Kyungsoo: You don’t say no to Yixing hyung.

Jongdae’s hoe: it’s the rules

Baekhyun’s hoe: where did these rules come from?

Hot dad: Junmyeon probably

Lu: Junmyeon

Kris: Myeonie

TaoTao: Probably our literal mum Junmyeon hyung

Myeonie: YES OKAY WE GET IT

Kyungsoo: Luhan hyung is right though, Chanyeol’s never this quiet.

Jongdae’s hoe: .......

Baekhyun’s hoe: ...........

Yeol: @No.1 Vivi supporter pls come to my room

Kris: is anyone surprised anymore that Chanyeol shows up as soon as Kyungsoo mentions him?

Yeol: oh hey soo didnt notice you there

TaoTao: I call bullshit

Kyungsoo: What do you mean Tao?

TaoTao: I.....

TaoTao: @Yeol What do you need Sehun for?

No.1 Vivi supporter: Yeah we literally live in the same house, come to my room hyung

Dog lord: is that a good idea?

Yeol: what if i cant leave my room and you clearly have headphones in so i have to message you here

No.1 Vivi supporter: .... You got stuck under your bed again didn’t you?

Yeol: maybe...

Myeonie: Again? This has happened before?

No.1 Vivi supporter: Sigh i’m coming now hyung

Baekhyun’s hoe: Sehun is done on a whole new level

Yeol: ur the best dongsaeng!!!

Kyungsoo: Idiot.

Yeol: soooooo dont be mean

Yeol: comfort me in these hard times

Kyungsoo: Oh, would you look at the time, I have to go.

TaoTao: Every day I lose more and more faith in Chansoo being real

Kris: ^

Lu: ^^

Dog lord: ^^^

Jongdae’s hoe: sorry Chanyeol but ^^^^

Chatroom: Hot dad + Kyungsoo

Kyungsoo: HE GOT STUCK UNDER THE BED.

Kyungsoo: AGAIN.

Kyungsoo: WHAT A DORK.

Kyungsoo: I WANT TO PROTECT HIM.

Hot dad: Y’know, instead of just yelling to me every time he does something you apparently find cute, you could just be nice and stop pretending you can’t stand him?

Kyungsoo: Sounds like hard work.

Hot dad: Lord knows I need at least a bottle of wine to deal with this...

Hot dad: Okay but y’know maybe he’d realise your feelings then?

Kyungsoo: That’s exactly why I act the way I do hyung

Hot dad: But Kyungsoo if he knows your feeling then you could maybe idk, act like normal people and date?

Kyungsoo: But Chanyeol doesn’t have feelings for me?

Hot dad: Breathe Minseok breathe

Kyungsoo: ?

Hot dad: Sigh whatever go back to telling me about your dork

Kyungsoo: Well considering you asked.

Kyungsoo: HE’S SO CUTE. HE’S SO TALL BUT HE ACTS SO SMOL THAT HE PROBABLY FORGETS HOW TALL HE IS SOMETIMES.

Kyungsoo: HOW MANY TIMES HAS HE GOTTEN STUCK UNDER HIS BED? THAT’S ADORABLE, HE’S ADORABLE.

Chatroom: The Gays

Hot dad: Babe I need like a bottle of wine right now

Hot dad: Oh god he’s gushing about Chanyeol’s ears now

Hot dad: Make it two bottles

Lu: Babe it’s Monday night, you have work tomorrow

Hot dad: Did I fucking stutter?

Lu: I’m about to head home, i’ll pick some up on the way

Hot dad: I love you

Lu: I love you too baby

Hot dad: Buy me the good wine and i’ll suck your dick later

Lu: 2BOTTLESOFGOODWINECOMINGUP

Divider is from this post

[naorende]

[volympianlove]

Complete: 20 chapters

Rating: T

Word Count: 114k

There was something wrong with his kingdom and Yixing was determined to find out what. He just did not know how many other things he would discover along the way.

Baekhyun did not know befriending a prince came with so much baggage. Or that his entire world would be yanked out from under him.

[amaranth]

sleepy baekhyun privileges ♡

[jongace]

baekhyun and jongdae sharing food ♡

[sophluorescentmusing]

ROUTINE

“Make yourself familiar with the Angels, and behold them frequently in spirit. Without being seen, they are present with you.”

—  St. Francis de Sales

There is routine on the Pythia. Jongdae wakes, washes, enters his chapel and performs his prayers. Sometimes, he writes and other times he reads. At lunch, he visits the voyager’s mess-hall. After, he performs more prayers, does more writing, and reads contemporary events. At dinner, he visits the voyager’s mess-hall. After, he performs more prayers, leaves his chapel, washes, and sleeps. 

Within the routine, there are familiar faces.

Dr. Jessica Anís joins his pilgrimage to the dining hall each afternoon and each evening. She is a peculiar woman—born to refugees within the Verdensraadet Circle (Greeks, he thinks, who managed to settle in one of the Scandinavian countries shortly after the climate collapse)—with a manner that ostracizes her from the rest of the Pythia crew. He thinks this background lends her a particular extroversion when it comes to him (she knows the history of the collapse, which people suffered it greatest). He needed only greet her once, ask about the pendant resting in the divot of her throat, and he had earned himself a companion on the vessel. She is too shy to make conversation frequently, and Jongdae has come to realize he should not prod for it. As it stands, he is glad enough to have company as he eats to not feel so set apart from the remainder of the crew. 

There is also Sarawut Vaiyasingha, who passes the chapel infrequently on his way to one of the engineering bays. Jongdae had greeted him once, invited him inside the sanctum, and had been declined (politely, but resolutely; Jongdae knows when someone wavers and can be convinced and had been surprised Sarawut had seemed so stout in his beliefs). Though the man has not ventured inside, he often calls out a greeting through the gaping door, sometimes other news. Jongdae, in turn, offers him the occassional comment on events back on Earth, as he has received through the Church’s channels. 

And lastly, there is Johannes Ikkala—the maintenance man for his level, and like Sarawut, he meets Jongdae infrequently (mostly in the hallways between points in Jongdae’s routine). He is a boisterous man (earned his position on the Pythia not for aptitude, Jongdae thinks, but for personality) and often engages in conversation that expands to the point of being too much. Jongdae does not invite him into the chapel; he is only human, and thinks God can forgive him for selfishly wanting his peace. Nonetheless, Johannes is vulgar enough to bring variety into the day, and it quiets Jongdae’s restlessness for the most part.

However, there eventually comes a morning that the routine breaks entirely. The soog-chapel, as it had come to be called, does not see as many visitors as its companion chapels. This is partly an effect of its location residing at the top-most level of the voyager (directly above the largest of the heat-shields but just below the radiation-nets, which gives it an arid, desert-like heat) and partly an effect of its chaplain. His being a C.C.M is familiar enough—the Church’s crusader-missionaries are common in the age of expansion, of exploration—but his dual-dogma with Korea’s Sin-ui Geom, better known as the soogs, is unfamiliar to a host of Verdensraadet expansionists. And what they are familiar with, that soog-reputation, precedes him and colors the perception of those interacting with him.

Hence his lonesomeness, and why finding a visitor sat beneath the awning skylight—where the chapel is most scorching—is most extraordinary. 

His intrigue bursts into flame. 

“The heat reminds you of home.” 

His voice echoes.

Recently, the Pythia had stopped at Aldebaran (the “Sun in the Yoke”, or more affectionately, the Yolk—evoking an image of an egg’s golden center) to perform maintenance on the secondary, nuclear engine reserved for emergencies (such as malfunction of the raditation-nets). Jongdae had wondered if the docking would cause a transferrance within the crew: if some would join and others leave, but had not known if that was true until now.

The garb and garmentry of the visitor in the chapel is alien. 

“Hm? Yes, somewhat-” The voice is muffled beneath a mask held in place by long, metallic sheets. The garment weighs down the man’s frame and the mask eats the volume of his voice, but on Aldebaran the garments have purpose. The weight keeps the lighter cloth-fabric stuck to the body through even the strongest of the star’s solarwinds. The material (it is not of the homeworld, something even the Aldebarani humans cannot quite understand, an element x of a sort) reflects the radiation on the star—volleys it in such a way that the silken undergarments can absorb the broken, energy particles through the woven metal and convert them to what is necessitated by the body.  The science of it all is non-sensical, yet, it works. 

Humans would not have built upon a star without it working. Could not have built upon a star.

“-these days Aldebaran is colder—this heat is more similar to it than ever before.”

“I would not have known.” Jongdae knows that the soog-chapel had become nearly uninhabitable while the ship docked just outside of the star-made-planet’s atmosphere. He cannot even begin to fathom a heat that is worse. “Do you miss the heat, then?”

“I miss home, and with it, the heat.” The cloaked figure turns, their sheet-veil of tightly woven metal tinkling and clinking with the motion. The sound of it reminds him of the ringing of bells (though not as resonant, nor as musical) but evocative in a way that cannot be disregarded. It stares at Jongdae through a deep, sapphire-colored mask—convex, leaving the features of the face beneath it indistinguishable. Speaking to someone who will not show their eyes, nor their expression, is difficult, unmooring. Jongdae will adapt.

“So, you find home in the heat.”

A ghost of a laugh: “If that is how you wish to put it.” The Aldebarani resumes their forward-facing vigil, but their shoulders remain slackened and relaxed. When Jongdae finally completes his journey down the center aisle and comes up even with their pew, he sees their hands are also loose in their lap (gloved in black sunleather and full of mystery).

“Father Kim Jongdae,” he introduces himself. He takes a seat in the same pew, but on the opposite end of the aisle.

“Imyobyun Baekhyun.”

“You have significance on your homeworld—imyo designates it, no?” The reading in his routine… he often seeks to educate himself on relevant matters, and given that Aldebaran was so close for so long, he had taken to reading on it. Besides, Jongdae finds that knowing the culture across the gap of strangeness is the first step in bridging it. Once familiarity exists, there is space for the mind to be open to the Word (be it God’s, or the Verdensraadet’s). “What is your field?”

Again, the sapphie-face turns to him and peers with unknown emotion. Jongdae would like to imagine it is curiosity. He cannot know, though. “Diplomacy.”

“We are similar then.”

“You think of your god as diplomatic.”

“God is common-ground. All know Him.”

“Even I?”

The corner of his lip twitches: “God is in the heat.” 

He does not expect the laughter; it is quiet, beginning in the chest, and sweet. There is nothing derisive, mocking about the tone, just the clarity of joy freely expressed. Perhaps, if anything, there is a note of disbelief (touched by comedy, not so much condescension). “How long have you waited to say so, Father Kim? Since we spoke of the heat’s significance to me?”

“Before then. I chose the topic of conversation, didn’t I?”

Baekhyun laughs again, more quietly now. His hands clasp together, and for a moment, Jongdae thinks he is deliberating whether or not he wishes to remove his mask. Whether the deliberation occurs or not, Jongdae cannot know. What he does come to realize is that his Aldebarani-visitor will not remove his mask, not today. Baekhyun dwells comfortably in his mystery, seems to read Jongdae easily and therefore knows that the unknown sparks curiosity in him like flint and steel.

Jongdae refrains from gawking and returns his gaze to the altar at the head of the chapel. The silence stretches comfortably between them, until Jongdae cannot bear it: “Did you come here only for the heat, or for something else?”

In the quiet that follows, he listens to the hum of the radiation-nets and the distant whir of the heat shields. He listens to the creak of Baekhyun’s metal-cloak rising and falling with each inhalation and exhalation. He listens to the tlick of his nails ripping to the pick of his inattentive fingers. 

“As you said: god is in the heat.”

Baekhyun rises then, and he leaves.

[kim-sshi]

Do not repost my art 🚫😊

#Webtoon style #Kpop #EXO

[ahreumbaekchen]

Soft baekchen