#baekhyun joker!au

[onyourhyuck]

𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐊ᵃ𝐫𝐦𝐚 [ Season 3 ]

synopsis; • Fast forwarding six years, Park areum is coming back to the journalist industry. A case from thirteen years ago re-opens when Areum finds something suspicious around a drug ring in clubs and her parents car accident from thirteen years ago have suspicious links. However something always trails back to past that she’s never knew about.

warnings; • mafia jeno Au, mystery, thriller, SMUTTT NO MINORS, ANGST, police exo au, romance, park areum and lee jeno are married , minjae and nayoung are cuties, horror (scary death scenes). gruesome graphic detailed language.

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“Are you sure you found a lead?” Areum questions sometimes if the leader detective was using any part of his brain.

They were standing in front of a poverty stricken apartment block with mini windows on the walls sticking out from under the railings. Baekhyun turns to Areum pointing up at one of the floors ahead inside that apartment block.

Baekhyun turns was confident. “Your parents helped out one of the people before they died. They helped a woman called Kwon Yona.”

Areum doesn’t recognise the name but she took his word for it. They start going up the stairs until the third floor coming to the flight of stairs on the other side. The detective wearing a leather jacket and the hair styled softly comes forward knocking on the door.

Meanwhile the journalist looks around the whole place. It was ridden with rat infestations and spiders possibly. She never thought she could see this much spiders in spam of five minutes.

When the door creaks open Areum’s gaze hits the front door and Baekhyun tried his best to take a glimpse of the woman’s face but it was far too dark to know if it was the woman they’re looking for or not.

“Kwon Yona?” Areum approaches the door with a soft welcoming smile. You gotta get them close before you question them.

The woman seems distant between answering and not answering its like she wasn’t quite sure what to trust, herself or the two people?

“Who’s asking?” She eyes them both.

Areum looks away as she heard silence. “I’m a journalist. Park Areum.”

The woman stares at Areum’s business card watching it on the surface before unlocking the door. “Park Areum?” She repeats.

“Yes. I’m here to ask about the two detectives who helped you out a while back.”

Seeing how the door widely opens the woman didn’t waste time letting them inside the apartment. As they tread inside Areum and Baekhyun sit down but they heard a baby in the room crying repeatedly. Yona walks to the crib grabbing onto the baby softly cradling it as she sits down in front of you on the flooring.

A smile creeps onto Areum’s face. She remembers when the twins were babies. They were the cutest and right in front Yona’s baby seems to be a very beautiful child. The baby had little ruffled up curly hair and beautiful eyelashes.

Areum felt herself becoming too fond of the sight. It was even bringing baby fever up inside her.

‘Snap out of it.’ Areum told herself sighing.

Baekhyun clears his throat. “So Kwon Yona how’d you meet the two detectives on the case?” The woman softly cradling as she turns her fullest attention onto the two people sitting down on the floor between a coffee table between them. The baby gurgles going quiet no longer crying tears.

“Back then they were investigating a drug called the Jokers. It was a massive cartel running in Korea at the time and well… back then let’s say i was stupid and dumb. I was using jokers a lot.” She admits looking down at her daughter smiling. “But Park Jinae saved me from the addiction. She made me realise it’s not worth it and we become friends once her and Kyungsam managed to locate the drug dealer dealing the drug in the club.”

Baekhyun looks back onto the notes doting down anything that Yona could mention that would be a clue, anything since they were desperate to get behind the cover and figure this whole case out. The least they can do is to give Park Kyungsam and Jinae a proper chance to close the case.

Yona slowly looks over at Areum. “You actually resemble my friend Jinae a lot.” She smiles when Areum with widen eyes looks back at her.

“She always had this feeling about her, that she was made for greater things.”

Areum couldn’t help but smile and wonder how her mother was like. She can only remember briefly how happy her mother was so happy playing with them, she was protective of Areum and Jisung. Meanwhile your father was a busy workaholic who wanted the best for his children.

Areum’s father tends to be the strongest man she’d known. You guess she got the workaholic and trouble magnet from him. But her mother’s looks and smarts definitely.

“I’m their daughter.” Areum softly lets out with a smile. “I should have my mother’s looks right?” She jokes out and Yona laughs.

“I see I can’t believe Jinae’s children are now fully grown adults.” Yona admits she never counted the years since they passed.

She’s still stuck into the past with them.

“And your child?” Areum smiles asking as Yona would show her daughter in the arms. Yona couldn’t help but smile. It truly felt like Jinae was in front of her, speaking with her, it made something deep in Yona’s stomach go back to the happy memories.

Yona hums showing off her baby, who’s sleeping peacefully now. “Her name is Saebom. I recently had her this year and it’s been a bliss to have a child. It’s like a new source of happiness.”

Areum could relate, she feels the same way with her own children. “I agree. I have two children of my own and when they were born i felt like i was over the moon.”

“You have your own children? Gosh time flies. Jinae and Kyungsam would’ve been spoiling their children if they were alive.”

The journalist nods humming downright, they would definitely spoil them so much they’d get everything in the store. It didn’t help that Jeno already spoils them so much too, but she liked that her husband was willing to buy anything for your children you have together.

It shows that Jeno loves them dearly. He’d do anything to make them happy, and Areum was part of the reasoning too.

Baekhyun trouts out. “Is it okay if we can come back and ask you more questions if we ever need to clarify more?”

Yona nods becoming more and more cooperative. She was willing to help the detective and Journalist out.

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Baekhyun and Areum began scouting the streets for any night clubs. Trying to find the drug resort in the name the ‘Jokers’ but no matter what they couldn’t find a lead.

Areum sighs. “Maybe we should go back and ask Kwon Yona about what club it was, Y’know. We assumed that every club would benefit from it.”

The phone rang catching them off guard, Areum saw the notification as she picks it up late.

KWON YONA MISS CALL (1)

Baekhyun agrees with Areum momentarily as they get inside the car and drive back to the deprived area with the apartment complex.

They weren’t sure what this eerie blue color was above them taking over the sky but it made the whole new neighbourhood more scary than it was before when they’ve arrived. Somehow Areum had a bad feeling in the stomach and she can tell Baekhyun did too when they saw the car tracks freshly made leaving the scene.

Areum points her eyes up, signalling Baekhyun to go ahead and Areum will cover from behind.

They move In synchronised motions with the feet threading upstairs until the same door was in front this time the lock was broken and the door was widely available to open for anyone to walk in. Areum felt her heart beating so fast she prays that nothing bad happens to the residents living there. Baekhyun on the other hand was somehow aware that most likely, Yona was done for, and their answers were soon revealed by the minute,

A hanging body was unconscious on the ceiling. Areum never felt the urge to become sick again until holding the stomach.

Baekhyun looks away in shame. “Fucking hell… we were too late.”

The ruination of the sickness resides deep inside Areum’s heart, entire body was paralysed with dead fear and somehow, she lost Yona. A good friend of your parents. A mother to a child brutally murdered. Areum sighs breathlessly panting and Baekhyun pats the journalist shoulder sympathetically.

He knew how hard it was to see countless death. He was immune to it by now, he was too used to seeing it.

Once you get close to death you can’t escape it.

But for Areum it’s been the second time she’s saw a ruthless corpse in front of her ever since this whole case was brought up.

Areum’s eyes land on Yona’s lifeless body hanging off the ground and catch a glimpse of her wrist and a black marker written on it ‘Inferno’.

“Inferno?” Areum repeats. Baekhyun’s eyes darken as he catches onto something, remembering information. “Inferno is the name of a nightclub. She left us a clue.”

Yona wasn’t going to die without leaving you a lead. She was determined to help Areum find the killer of her parents.

A baby cry was soon heard from the opposition room. Areum’s eyes widen and she looks back hearing that child crying for its mother.

Baekhyun let’s Areum go first to look as he calls backup for forensic team to come to this location and take care of this body.

The baby was hidden inside the crib waking up from the long nap and the minute the baby saw someone who wasn’t their mother it cried more. Areum softens expression at the baby lifting it up and softly resting it on her shoulder as she walks around the room, feeling sadden to see a baby so young lose a parent. It somehow reminds her of Jisung and her own situation. Losing a parent sticks with you forever.

Saebom didn’t deserve this.

“What will happen to the baby?” Areum questions and Baekhyun runs his hands on the nape neck. “Erm probably foster care or an orphanage. One of the two.”

‘Not the best options.’ Areum scarcely thought.

Then Areum’s phone rang again as she lifts it out the pockets with one hand skilfully while holding the baby that’s been less crying now but more or so calmly taking refuge in the body of a motherly woman figure.

“Hello Park Areum speaking?” She said on the other line. The minute she heard the words from a man talk her heart skips a beat.

Jeno trails. “Can we talk? I’ll explain everything. I promise you i will explain everything.” His voice was pleading to have at least a few minutes to speak with Areum.

She looks around humming. “Okay. I want to speak to you too. I realised that last night I wasn’t being rational and you didn’t deserve to… have my anger out on you.”

It melts Jeno completely to see Areum coming around and slowly come to a realisation about how she acted, even though he understands why you did. Jeno doesn’t hold it against Areum, in fact he agrees with her common thinking and feelings.

He looks down feeling slightly relieved to know she was calm enough to speak with him. He missed her presence. “It’s okay let’s just meet at home and speak, okay?”

‘Okay.’ Areum thought.

Baekhyun saw Areum ending the call putting the phone back in the back pockets of the jeans. His gaze focused on Areum. “Your husband called?”

Areum nods with a serious smile. “This definitely wasn’t his work Baekhyun. I know my husband.”

“He’s definitely innocent.” She trails thinking deeply. “He doesn’t harm innocent people.”

Baekhyun would’ve beg to differ but he doesn’t know what you know and as far as you’re trusting, Baekhyun had to trust Areum’s judgement.

“Okay… I believe you now.” He would reply. “Later how about we check the Inferno club?”

Areum nods.

The forensic team soon arrives to the scene taking care of the body but while Areum stands outside with Baekhyun explaining the situation, Saebom was cradled asleep on your shoulder gently still and the police officers watch Areum with a child in the arms as if she were it’s mother.

Baekhyun rose an eyebrow. “How about they take the baby now?” He said with an idea.

The minute the police officers took approach to grab the baby from Areum’s arms she turns away pulling Saebom from the arms sight and length.

“No no I think she’s good in my arms.” She said with confidence. Baekhyun sighs. “Areum, you can’t keep that baby. You have two kids of your own and you—“ he paused when he saw Areum’s pleading eyes.

He can’t help but look at disbelief. “Does your husband even know?”

Areum scoffs. “He loves children. He wouldn’t complain at all.”

Baekhyun gapes unable to process how quickly Areum got attached to Saebom.

“I think you should give Saebom to the foster care home. Another family can take care of her.” Areum didn’t like the idea however of sending a child into someone random’s arms. At least Yona knew you and knew your mother so she fell trusted to you.

Areum couldn’t help but think that perhaps Yona would prefer her to take care of the child instead of someone she couldn’t know because she’s dead now.

“Baekhyun please? Think about Yona. She would want me to keep Saebom.”

He hates how you’re so persuasive it genuinely must be the journalist charm of you becoming emphatic enough to make him twist his views and opinions around. It was like a tug of war with Areum.

He looks around shushing the police officers to leave them and do their duties. Areum smirks knowing she has Baekhyun to given permission.

“Fine, but adoption papers take a while to get approved.” Baekhyun explains.

“Thank you detective.” Areum points out and she hears him murmur ‘Yeah yeah whatever.’

‘Saebom I’ll keep you safe.’ She would smile watching the baby fall asleep comfortably in her arms so fast.

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Arriving home Areum made sure to park her car outside the house and then looking back from the driver seat to see Saebom asleep in the baby car seat that she used when Nayoung and Minjae were small babies. It felt nostalgic to have another baby back in her life and it somehow brought excitement back. Aware that this was the best option for Saebom.

Areum takes the car seat lifting it out off the car and carrying it back home. Areum was met with an open light upstairs in the bedroom where her husband probably was waiting for her.

It was the afternoon almost the evening but Areum had time to spare until they would go out to investigate the Inferno nightclub.

Perfect to makeup with your husband right?

Areum puts the baby in the living room where it was quiet and warm enough and then going up the stairs she brought herself in the bedroom revealing Jeno by the window with his phone out.

He turns around. “Oh Areum hey.” He looks up at Areum and she softly flash him a welcoming smile.

“Hey, you said you’d explain everything.”

He nods and sits on the bed edge and motions Areum to sit next to him. Their hands touch and interlock despite it becoming a serious topic somehow their hands found a way to find connection between them no matter what. Areum sits down beside her husband listening carefully as he threads out to cover up the mistakes he made.

He made by not telling her.

“I didn’t kill them if that’s what you’re thinking.” He assures. “I was young when they died. But i have an idea i know who it could be. I’ve been trying to dig it up for a while behind your back because… I didn’t want you to get involved.”

“But it seems like the person who is behind all of this has been trying to get you in on the case, so it would look like I’ve been trying to cover it up.”

Areum’s eyes stay glued onto Jeno who was thinking deeply and he slightly squeezed their hands together. It was revealing to hearing the truth finally come out.

His wife softly rests her face into his shoulders and engulfs him into a hug as Jeno wraps his hands round the waist hugging each other tightly in your scented perfume and cologne.

“I’m sorry for misjudging you. I should’ve listened to you the first time.” Jeno laughs a little hearing Areum muffle talk. “You’re right you should listen to me for once. But you never do. Because you’re Park Areum.”

She would grin and pull apart as she finally realise something. “Oh wait, close your eyes Jeno.” She suddenly told and saw Jeno standing up closing the eyes as you lead him down the steps going into the living room.

The sound of a baby giggling as they were awake made him flinch and Areum lifts the baby stopping Jeno by the doorway.

She lifts her baby up in the arms and sees Saebom watching Jeno fondly with heart eyes. Somehow Areum could tell she was curious about this man.

“Now open them up.”

The minute his eyelashes flutter open Jeno’s eyes dilate watching the baby in Areum’s arms. Confusion but surprisingly he found a surge of happiness seeing such a cute baby up close.

He wondered where she got it suspiciously though.

She coos. “This is Saebom. Her mother suddenly passed and… well i couldn’t let her go into foster home.” Areum sighs. “And an orphanage is even worse.”

Jeno comes forward as Areum puts the baby in his arms and the baby laughs watching Jeno up close as he held Saebom.

“So… I hope I’m not getting the wrong idea but.” He paused looking at Areum.

“Can we keep her?”

He spoke out asking first.

Areum found it extremely endearing to see her husband get attached to this sudden baby and he wasn’t even against it. He was all in for it maybe a little more than you now.

The journalist creeps behind Jeno and wraps arms around the waist so she can give the man a longing back hug kissing his shoulder as Jeno was holding the happy smiling infant by the hip.

He was so good with kids, it warms your heart to see it. It brought memories back between you both ; how nayoung and Minjae were babies.

Unfortunately they’re not babies anymore.

“Think of this as a present from me to you. Forgive me for doubting you.” Areum trails softly.

Jeno hums turning to Areum on the side. “Hmm. Apology accepted.”

“What’s her name by the way?”

Areum smiles. “Saebom.”

The mafia man in front of you moves around the living room holding the child gently speaking to her in baby noises that the little child found amusing and funny. They were trying to speak together and Areum watches the wholesome scene from live action. It was beautiful to watch.

Maybe Jeno wanted more children but you’re just both busy you couldn’t think about raising another. But now the opportunity has risen.

“Lee Saebom.”

Jeno says smiling. “Welcome to our little family.”

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@onyourhyuck please refer from translating and copyrighting my work thank youu! Reblog and like this fic it helps a girl out <3

Pls a little wholesomeness because these days the chapters are so dark and depressing.

Also I love how Jeno and Areum apologise the next day because they can’t stand being mad at each other </33 they are the definition of soulmates.

[thethirstynoona]

Ride or Die

A handsome devil he was…if only you’d ignored the raging depravity pumping through his veins – those pervasive, protruding blue lines that contrasted his perfectly pale skin…the same veins that rubbed against you when he’d wrapped his arms around you in a heated embrace… Well, had it not been for his wicked games, perhaps you might not have found yourself behind bars.  It was fine; you had offered yourself, as a sacrifice to save Mr. B. You knew he’d break you free of your shackles soon…

It had started out as an ordinary day, just like any other.  The event that made that day distinctive was the unexpected trip to the ATM machine at your bank – what had initially seemed like a superfluous task to complete your lunch order had turned into the catalyst that had sparked the spiraling inferno of passion, lust, and debauchery.

Category: Drama | Angst | Smut | Violence | Joker!AU | Gangster!AU Word Count: 12,430 Group/Member: EXO-CBX | Baekhyun Written for the following request: Hi there! First of all, I was wishing upon a star for a Monster update just a few hours before I found the update. :))) Second of all, your writing is FANTASTIC... LIKE...OMG. So... I would like to request a scenario or series, wherever it leads for Baek Hyun, based on the song Gangsta by Kehlani for Suicide Squad. A Joker!AU would be jhfkahkfhlkajglkaglka just fine. I know you are the only writer I can trust to do it justice. ANGST. M of course, cuz dats wat you do. Hope you consider. Thanks :)

Hope you enjoy ;)

May 10, 2017

The restaurant’s credit card machine had gone down, so you were forced to rush across the street to your bank, where you planned to withdraw some quick cash.  Nothing was lighting up on the screen, so you presumed that it, too, was out of order.  Heading inside, you clearly weren’t the only person in your predicament – there were easily twenty people in line before you, and the tellers were busy helping patrons as swiftly as they could.  You peeked at the clock on the high ceiling of the alabaster interior – only ten minutes until your eleven o’clock committee meeting.  You had only planned to sneak away for a few minutes to buy your lunch beforehand.

Shifting your weight between your feet, you glanced around to see if the line was moving any faster – of course not.  You wondered why people had to make money transactions so complicated; it’s not like they were applying for loans.  It was then that you noticed the strikingly handsome man at the center counter, filling out his deposit slip.  His perfectly coiffed auburn locks caught your eye – the way his white collared shirt peeked out from under his casually styled sport coat…this man looked the part of a high-powered attorney; the only thing missing was the tie.

His face held a grave appearance until one of the customers being assisted by a teller turned frantic regarding something that had happened with his transaction.  The sultry man turned to look at the belligerent person, who stuck out more for his appearance than his behavior.  His hair was dyed an effervescent shade of violet, which counterbalanced his attire – a punk rock biker jacket with ripped jeans and a shirt only beetle juice would dare to own.  The two immediately caught each other’s eyes and nodded – something seemed capriciously off about the tired gesture.  A malicious grin grew on the man’s face, and in the blink of an eye, he pulled an oversized magnum pistol from his coat and fired a shot into the ceiling. 

“Alright, everyone on the floor, hands up where I can see them!”

Even though your instincts matched the demand, you still followed orders and dropped to the marble floor.  It was sure luck that you were able to crouch next to the only bench in the main hall, and in your attempt to shield yourself from view, that same attractive man with the rust-colored hair caught your gaze and sent a primal wink in your direction.  His vibrant partner at the teller pulled out a gun of his own and pointed it at the cashiers while he idly paced the length of the counter, assuring every employee’s hands were high in the air.

“Stop right there…I-I’m warning you,” the security guard shakily said, pointing his equipped firearm at the two deviants.  Red and lilac exchanged a humored glance before all three men burst into laughter and the security guard put his gun down – he was obviously the third member of their troupe.  The guard job had most likely been a means of having someone on the inside, which you presumed why this man looked ‘normal’ – his hair was a healthy shade of brown.

“That was a good one, Penguin,” the lavender man scoffed, still keeping his focus – and gun – on the tellers, “Alright people, this shouldn’t be your first rodeo.  Get out here and sit down on the floor.”  One by one each of the employed members of the bank shuffled out from behind the counter, giving ‘Penguin’ a look of betrayal as they sat down on the tile.

“Such a pitiful thing…trust,” Mr. Handsome-in-Red muttered as he observed the direction of his henchmen. When everyone was seated, he barked an order, “Penguin, you know what to do – empty the vault so we can be out of here before you can say ‘Ka-Ching’.  Two-Face – bar the doors while I monitor the hostages.”

Not a moment after ‘Two-Face’ aka Mr. Purple had locked the entryway; the permeating sound of sirens filled the scene.  The smoldering leader of the group looked outside until a mad grin infected his being and incited a violent burst of laughter.  The traumatized woman kneeling beside you began hysterically praying; briskly motioning hail marys upon the sound of his disturbing cackling. Unfortunately her actions caught his attention, and the corners of his mouth all but reached the outer edges of his eyes once he noticed you.  You could feel the terror amidst those around you, but something about his squalid smile didn’t bother you…why it didn’t was the greater vexation.

“Let’s play a game…” he growled, coyly approaching you with a candid stare.  You felt the cold metal of the gun barrel as he traced it down the center of your face, forcefully pushing your chin up to look at him.  

“What’s the matter? Don’t want to play?  How about I shoot you instead?” he mused before a quick clear of the gun’s chamber.  “Ready to die, my sweet?”

Your mind went blank once he pointed the gun at your forehead.  Without a moment’s hesitation, he pulled the trigger and a shockwave flashed throughout your body, causing you to black out for a millisecond. Hyperventilation kicked in the moment you realized you were still alive – the magazine was out of bullets.

“BANG!” he sputtered, crouching down in front of your face, holding his hands up red-handed and bursting into laughter that echoed along the stone walls.  This man was crazy – he was literally at the point of wiping tears from his eyes due to how amused he was with himself.  His face turned indifferent when he noticed the incredulous look in your eyes.  “What’s the matter?  Can’t take a joke?”

If you knew for sure he had no more bullets on his person, you would have punched him in the face, but your safety and survival were the significant themes in your life in that moment. Instead, you opted for a callous glare, knowing full well that you could do nothing about it – and he knew it, too. The man returned to his feet, changed the clip, and cocked his mighty pistol.  A silent chill spread through the air as his energy shifted, seeming to freeze time for a moment.

“You know, that’s why they call me that…” he ambivalently muttered, using the muzzle of his handgun to scratch his head.

“Call you what?” you automatically replied, the words escaping your lips before you had a chance to stifle them.  Something about this man – other than his ravishing good looks – had you intrigued. He spun around; his eyes lit up like a child at a carnival when he heard your voice.

“So beautiful.  Say it again, I want to hear that euphonious voice of yours one more time!” he praised with a frenzied look, making the motions of a music conductor before you, using his gun like the classic baton.  The frightened woman beside you began increasing the volume of her panic, swaying her body back and forth with her arms wrapped around her torso.  The annoyance on the robber’s face was palpable; his eyes turned to her and burned into her skull.

“Would you shut up?!” he bellowed, snapping out of his enigmatic aura and unveiling his true psychosis.  The poor woman screamed, only returning to her motions and making her prayers more audible.

BANG.  This time the shot was real, and the muffled sounds of terrorizing screams felt like a dream turned nightmare.  Before you could fathom what had happened, this jester of a man had his loaded weapon pressed against your temple and his hand covering your mouth as he held you hostage, facing the myriad of police officers situated outside.  Each of them had a gun pointed in your direction, and any sudden move meant your eminent demise.

“Joker,” your captor whispered while nudging his face into your hair, breathing you in like fresh laundry. “Call me…Joker.”

“Boss what are we gonna do?” Two-Face worriedly queued, knowing that their time would grow slim the longer they stayed in the building.

“Let it play out, TF. Everything—will—be—fine—“ Joker reassured, slapping Two-Face on the back with each word.  Rolling his eyes and shaking his head in disapproval, Two-Face returned to his watch over the captives.

“Fine?  Fine? Do you see the police out there? I’m sure they’ve called in a S.W.A.T. team too by now, so you might as well turn yourselves in!” the bank manager bravely yelled to Joker and Two-Face, desperately clutching the trashcan next to him. His outburst startled not only you, but also the Joker, who instantly released you from his clutches and rushed to the manager in two long strides.

“Oh no!  The big bad swat team is gonna get us!  What am I going to do?!” the Joker sarcastically whined, grabbing the manager by the collar and lifting him to a standing position.  The fear displayed on his face was enough to break the Joker’s demeaning character.  He pushed the manager back to the floor with another crazed outburst of laughter.

“Wait, wait!” he huffed, holding his sides as he hunched over, attempting to catch his breath from laughing so hard, and continued his mockery, “You know what I’ll do?”  In the blink of an eye, the Joker’s face was deadpan, and his gun was pointed at the manager’s face.  “I’ll just shoot you.”

The bank manager cowered and screamed, and the Joker moved his aim to the man’s knee, shooting again without warrant.  The realization of the situation had finally caught up to you at that point.  The praying woman from earlier lie dead on the floor in a pool of blood, and the twenty or so other people were too frightened to move from their grouped state.

“Stop it!” you berated, ready to take a stand against all three men if needed.  The Joker just stared at you, mesmerized by your valor.

“Say it again, baby. Tell me that I’m a…bad boy,” he sneered, “I love it when you nag me.”

It was a standoff between you and the devilishly handsome Joker.  You had to think of a plan – fast.  To your fortune, the phone rang…and rang…and rang.  Nobody moved for a solid ten rings.  It went silent and then began ringing again.  Rolling his eyes at the situation, Two-Face picked up the phone.

“They want to talk to you, Mr. J,” he begrudgingly said, holding the phone out to his boss.

“Tell them I’m in a meeting,” the Joker jested, looking to Two-Face long enough for you to charge at him.  Two-Face yelled to get his attention, and just as you were about to make contact, he dodged your attack and grabbed a fistful of your hair. The intense pain of your hair being forcibly ripped from your skull crippled you to the floor.  The Joker pulled you by his same grip, extracting a whimper from you.

“You’ve got some moxy, girl. Risking your life for whom – these people?  What have they done for you?” He released your hair, and behind you was the sound of him rearming his gun.  You were sure it was pointed directly at your head.  Seeing no way out of your plight, you decided to barter. 

“That wasn’t my intent, but what if we make a deal?” you prodded, feeling your heartbeat in your throat. Its quick pace from the adrenaline pumping through your veins had you wondering which beat would be your last. 

“A bargain?  If this were a tale of the gods, I do say you’re attempting at playing Hermes,” he goaded, still standing behind you. “Let’s hear your offer.”

“One life for the life of the hostages.  You get one, and the rest go free,” you suggested, hoping his curiosity of you would allow you some time to escape before he killed you – at least then your conscious would be clear when everyone was able to escape.

“Interesting idea…” he mumbled, running the tip of the muzzle along your sore scalp.  He circled you a couple times, seeming lost in thought, until he stopped and faced you.  “May I present my counter offer?”

Counter offer?  You were sure he would take your bait.  With no other options, you nodded your head, which reanimated his mischievous grin. He wiggled his fingers like a giddy schoolgirl, hopping in place for a moment.

“You really are a woman after my own heart…” he cooed before handing his gun to you.  The baffled expression on your face was impossible to hide. Why was he handing you his gun? He really was insane.  All you had to do was shoot him and the ensuing chaos would result in injuries at most. You licked your lips in satisfaction and reached for the gun, just as the click of an armed weapon sounded behind you.  You closed your eyes and furrowed your brows in disappointment – had you really just fallen for that?

“Penguin, perfect timing. I think my pet here got a little ahead of herself.  I haven’t even enlightened her to my rebuttal, and here she is trying to snatch my gun!” he guffawed in delight while retracting his offered weapon. Thoroughly provoked, you crossed your arms, stared him down, and waited for him to finish his joke.

“One life for the safety of everyone’s life.  Sounds fair. Sure, I’ll allow everyone to go free…but you have to choose and take the life that stays.”

His negotiation caught you so off guard that you had to ponder for a moment if what he said was real. You assumed he would take you as a sacrifice, since he’d taken such a liking to you.  Only a mind as disturbed as his could have pulled that sort of compromise – though that clearly was the difference between the thought process of a normal person and a psychopath.  He re-administered his hand to you, the custom gold filigree design along the grip panel of the gun shining bright against the stains of residue on his skin. 

“I didn’t mean it that way! I meant for you to take me and let them go free,” you frantically backpedaled, pointing at the other hostages.

“No you didn’t,” he quickly replied, bending down to your level, “Because if you did, you would have specified as such.  Look at you – you’re a smart businesswoman by the looks of it.  Give yourself more credit…”

“But I –“ you attempted to interject before he placed the index finger from his free hand onto your lips.

“Shh shh shh, it’s easy. Here, I’ll help you.  You just put it into your hand like so…” he instructed, tightening your grip on the firearm and crouching beside you.  “You’ll find better stability with two hands –“ 

BANG – you accidentally fired the gun.  Two things happened immediately in response, almost as if it was scripted as such, that perplexed your reaction causing you to remain in a short state of shock.   

Screams erupted from the other captives, since the shot released by your hand had struck the already injured bank manager right between the eyes.  The worried voice of a detective shouting through a megaphone filled the lobby. His words felt like a foreign language as you came to terms with the fact that you had just killed a man.  The police were sure to be in the bank shortly, and you were sure to be arrested with the three men who had planned the whole thing.

“Look at that!  Now, wasn’t that easy?” the Joker cackled in the midst of your disbelief, adding to the mix of the deafening sounds around you. The sirens, the megaphone, the screaming, and his laughter – all of it was making you shake, until you realized it was the actual building that was feeling the tremor.

The sound of an explosion came from where you presumed the vaults were.  Everything and everyone seemed to fall silent – even the Joker had quieted his glee.  He magically materialized a backpack that he quickly tossed over his shoulder before grabbing your arm.  With Penguin and Two-Face, the four of you escaped through the hole the bomb had created and into the sewers below.

Of the two standard responses to crisis, your fight response kicked into high gear once at a far enough distance away from the bank.  You plan was to flee their clutches as soon as possible, so you could vindicate yourself with authorities.  Joker handed you off to the other two henchmen, who held you in place just before you were muzzled with a soft cloth.  The smell of chemicals with a hint of sweetness filled your senses, and within seconds, you were unconscious.

“She’s finally awake,” a faint, yet familiar voice chimed.  You opened your eyes to see the clandestine man with the vibrant ruby hair staring at you, his malevolent grin greeting your wakening.

Scanning your surroundings, from the looks of it you were in a normal office setting, though you were tied to a chair and Joker was sitting on the desk in front of you, marveling your predicament.  Two-Face and Penguin were sitting at nearby desks, the former counting the cash they’d freshly swiped from the bank, and the latter smoking a cigarette while gazing out the window.  Following his view, you could see some time had passed – it was dark outside.  Sirens outside instigated Penguin’s standing; he rushed to the door to leave.

“Chen, it’s the same nightly call we always get about the club.  Relax,” Joker straightly assessed, his eyes still vexed on you.  Apparently ‘Penguin’ had simply been a nickname for the heist – he responded to Joker’s words and sat back in his chair.

“You should probably go down and check anyway, just to be sure,” Two-Face added.  His hair was now a vibrant turquoise, which made you do a double take for a moment.  Perhaps it had been a couple days since your abduction.  Upon closer inspection, his hair appeared damp, so you presumed he’d just showered – or changed his hair color.

“Yes, he changed the color,” Joker answered, reading your mind after following your line of sight, “Xiumin’s hair is normally blonde, and he changes it as he sees fit with coloring spray.”

Why was Joker so forth-coming with the true identities of his partners?  Didn’t he realize that when you escaped that you’d head straight for the police?  That’s when it hit you – he didn’t intend for you to escape. As if still reading your mind, Joker whipped out his pocket knife, which made regular pocket knives look like boy scout toys, and played with it in front of you.

“I need a drink,” Xiumin complained, ignoring your inquisitive stare.  He dropped the cash onto the desk and swiftly exited the office space.

“Alone at last…” Joker purred, ravishing your form with his wry eyes.  He wasted no time in jumping from the desk to your lap, holding the knife to your neck with one hand and gripping your chin with the other.  You squirmed under his touch, allowing the blade to knick your skin.  “Tisk, tisk, we wouldn’t want that pretty neck of yours getting damaged.  Sit still and you won’t hurt yourself.” 

“Let me go.  I-I won’t tell anyone anything, I promise,” you stuttered, ignoring the sharp pain from the cut.  You could feel the blood trickling down to your collarbone. Joker’s eyes followed the deep crimson liquid for a moment, and then his eyes darted back to yours.

“Promise?  Interesting word selection, my dear.  Has anyone ever promised anything to you?” he coyly jested, running the tip of the knife along the blood trail.  You winced when he pressed on the wound, attempting to ignore the pain and find a convincing answer – nothing was coming to mind.

“Sure,” you uttered, saying anything to keep from focusing on his tedious poking at your lesion.

“Sure?  Don’t brush me off so callously after swearing a promise! I don’t like it when you play with my emotions…” his voice grew grim as he released the hold on your chin and pulled you into his shoulder.  His lips were mere centimeters away from your ear, and he used the knife to doodle circles into your back.  Your breathing hitched a couple times while in his clutches, to which he giggled in delight.

“I’m s-sorry.  Tell me what to do and I’ll do it…just please, let me go,” you pleaded in between breaths, looking for anything to escape your plight.

“Hmm…” he mumbled while breathing in your scent.  The Joker scoffed before getting off your lap, untying one of your hands, and holding it before you with an illegible smile.  “Hit me.”

Your eyes widened at his odd request.  Joker made the motion for your hand in a playful manner, letting you go and tapping his cheek.  He didn’t seem to be giving you an option, though you didn’t want to take the chance on what actions could have ensued if you obliged his outrageous wish.

“Hit me!” he bellowed, the tenor in his voice turning any question in your body into absolute terror. The moment your hand collided with his face, his memorable song of frightening hilarity filled the small room. Clutching his sides, he finished untying you while his laughter continued. 

Since he was distracted by his personal joke, you exited the room as quick as your legs would take you – unfortunately you didn’t get far.  Xiumin and Chen were guarding the exit stairwell.  It wasn’t long before the Joker was behind you, caressing your arms with his languid fingertips.

“Think of me what you will, but at the end of the day I am more honest than anyone in that bank today ever will be.  You’re running because you know I will hurt you – it’s not a question of ‘if’. As much as I’d like you to stay, sure…run.  Run back to the world of liars and deceivers.  Don’t come knocking at my door begging me to take you back,” he schmoozed, digging his fingers into your bare skin before letting you go.  Xiumin and Chen moved aside and you were able to finally find freedom in the alleyway outside.

The cool spring air never felt so good.  Finding your bearings, you headed to the nearest street to find you were in the area downtown known as the Red Light District.  You didn’t want to call a taxi for fear that you were on the wanted list by police.  Even though it was most likely for questioning as a key witness, you knew it would eventually lead to the whereabouts of the Joker.  You thought it best to lie low for the time being, so you walked a few blocks.

After some time, a small building absent of the rose colored lighting caught your eye.  It was a small wine bar, and you rushed to it to see about finding directions out of there.  Just before you reached the entrance, you were blessed with a familiar face.  Your coworker Ben was exiting the establishment.  You had started to waive him down until you noticed he was with a woman who looked nothing like his wife.  He hadn’t seen your approach, so you decided to follow the two. 

Ben was the saint out of all your coworkers.  He never went out to happy hour because he always had to return home to Barbara and the kids – Bailey, Brian, and Brittney.  He never came to work outings on Sundays because he had church – his brother Brandon was the pastor.  Yes, Ben was the most upstanding man out of anyone you’d ever known…until that night.

The two rounded a corner into a slim alleyway, where you heard the woman scream before the sound of her voice was muffled.  Peeking around the brick wall, he was thrusting in and out of her mouth with a wicked force, grasping the back of her head and slamming to the base of his shaft. His free hand was holding the cigarette he was finishing, and he put it out on the poor woman’s shoulder. Something about seeing him mistreat this innocent person – even though in all reality she was most likely a prostitute – it set you off.  You waited for Ben to be finished with her; it was only a mere ten minutes before he strolled out of the alley…alone.

“Ben!” you called in the friendliest tone you could muster.  His pure smile twisted your insides, for you knew it was laden with deceit.

“Y/N!  What brings you to this part of town?” he questioned, patting you on the shoulder like the good acquaintances you were. 

“I could ask you the same thing,” you joked, “I just dipped out on the worst Tinder date ever!”  Ben laughed at your lie, shaking his head with a smile on his face – it was the same reaction he’d always given when you’d share dating stories in the office.  Your blood boiled at his duplicity.  How could he act completely normal when he had just done what he’d done?

“Unfortunately, my other brother still fails to see the light and lives in this neighborhood.  I visit him every so often to tell him the word of the Lord,” he reviled with an honest face.  That was the last straw – Ben had to get what he deserved.

“Which way to your car? Do you mind if I bum a ride home?” you propositioned, hoping he’d take the bait.

“I didn’t drive, actually. Took the bus so I could spread the word about Christ to those less fortunate than I.”  Gag.  You wanted to punch him for every cover he had for his tracks.  Using God as a means to act in a duplicitous manner…Ben was quickly turning into the worst person you’d ever known.

“Well there happens to be a bus stop on the next road over!  We could ride together?” you pointed towards the alleyway across the street. Once he agreed, you were ready to beat the shit out of him.  In all honesty, you had no idea what was on the next street – you had been running from a psychopath.  Ben followed you into the passageway, trusting your word. Almost at the opening, you stopped to take action.

“Dammit, my earring!” you exclaimed, pretending your earring had just fallen out, “Help me look for it, Ben. It has to be around here somewhere.” 

Being the good liar he was, Ben played the part of nice guy very well.  He bent to the ground, searching desperately for your ‘missing’ piece of jewelry.  While he scrounged for nothing, you noticed a broken palette nearby with a loose two-by-four. In one fluid movement, you grabbed the plywood and smacked Ben directly on the back of the head, rendering him unconscious.  Just as you were about to congratulate yourself on a job well done, the lights of a police car flashed and a spotlight shone directly on you.

“Freeze!” the authoritative voice of the officer demanded.  The robbery from earlier still fresh in your mind, you darted away from them in the opposite direction.  Luckily the alley you’d chosen for your attack had smaller paths branching from it, giving you the escape route you needed.  It wouldn’t be long before they followed you on foot, so you did your best to evade until you heard them cornering you.  This was it – it was the moment where fate had decided you were to turn yourself in…there was nowhere else to run. 

As you came to terms with your inevitable future, the brick behind you opened, and you were pulled by your waist into a secret area.  Someone held you against the wall in the darkness, with an arm against your neck and a hand covering your mouth.  Once the sounds of the cops faded, the hand removed itself from you and lit a match.

“Peek-a-boo!” the Joker mused.  The flickering light of the small flame danced along his features, causing you to melt into his arms.  The Joker saved you from your pursuers; he brought you back into his world.  As maniacal as he was, you couldn’t deny his power over you…and your attraction to him.

“Mr. Joker…sir…”

“As much as I do love hearing your voice, puddin’, I don’t think I like you addressing me in such a way…” He blew out the match and you felt his hands corner you against the wall, while his heavy voice purred next to your ear. “You should address me by my real name, not my cover.” 

In the darkness, you could feel his formidable energy exploring every inch of your body, which sent pulsating chills throughout.  You wanted him to touch you, and with the void of his laughter you were at his mercy.

“So what should I call you?” you whispered. 

“Not yet my sweet. Come with me,” he hurriedly replied, dragging you from the darkness up and endless flight of stairs.  Through blackened corridors, you could barely make out any defining trait of your location; let alone what direction you were headed.  After what seemed like an endless road of turn after turn, Joker finally opened a doorway into the back kitchen of what appeared to be a Chinese restaurant.

“Where are we?” you started just as he maneuvered you around the cooks and upstairs to a private room. Finally he released you and stomped to the closet on the opposite wall.  Opening the doors in flagrant style, the closet revealed a plethora of sequined and leather outfits.  Joker floated back to your side and stood behind you, caressing the sides of your wanton thighs.

“Choose something sexy to wear – you’re going to need it.  When you’re ready, meet me out back,” he commanded, briskly leaving your presence.  Looking through the scanty selection, you guessed that you were to play the part of his arm candy, though you didn’t have the slightest clue as to anything else.

It was a muted cream chiffon dress that caught your eye.  It had a halter top and fell just above the knees in length – you didn’t want to come off as overly eager.  Throwing on the only pair of heels that matched, you exited the back to find Joker waiting with a cigarette in his mouth.

“That’s disgusting you know,” you blurted out; the mysterious bravado you’d magically conjured caught even you off guard.  Joker flicked it away and pulled you to his side.  He escorted you to a warehouse behind the small restaurant, stopping just shy of the door.

“Before I bring you into my world, my sweet, I’m giving you a heads up now that this is a test of your trust.  You’re on your own in there – I won’t save you again,” he explained, the humor in his voice almost completely stifled.  You wondered how you had gotten to that point – walking into a dangerous situation with a crazed lunatic as your guide – until you remembered Ben and how much you had misjudged someone you’d known for years.  Nodding at the Joker, the two of you waltzed into an underground casino.

Joker left you with a soft peck on the cheek before he sauntered over to the caged cockfight.  A group of women wiggling their bodies on the dance floor to your left made you think that should be the suitable place for you, but the two large craps tables in the center of the warehouse was too tempting to skip.

As you approached, you noticed Chen at the head of one, a glass of wine in one hand while he stroked his mountain of chips with the other.  The shooter at his table was a boisterous middle-aged woman, and her candor intimidated you away from the table.  You opted instead for the second table, which seemed to be run entirely by one man.  He was shooting the dice and yelling obscenities at the other players, waving his cash in their faces each time he rolled to his benefit.  He wasn’t winning by any means, at least not in comparison to what Chen was earning.  Leaning closer to the table, you wanted to watch a few rounds.

“Hey you!” the cantankerous man shouted, “Come blow on these die for me, won’t you doll?  I need some luck in my life and you look like just the girl to make me lucky.”

If he hadn’t been talking to you with a fragrant cigar wedged between his lips, you might have considered the offer, but his lack of manners made you want to turn away.  He hollered at you once more, and after hearing the moans of the other players, you conceded to joining the illustrious man. You obliged his request and blew on the die, and the whole table erupted in a burst of joy – clearly he’d just thrown something good.

“What’s your name sweetheart?” he asked after blowing a cloud of smoke into your face.  Verbosely coughing at his gesture and waiving your hand to clear the air, you decided to engage the slimy man in conversation.

“I’m Y/N, and you are?”

“You can call me Kai, baby. You must be new here.  See, no one uses their real identity when coming to play; it’s part of the rules.  Blow on these again for me, would you sweetheart?” Kai explained before throwing the dice once more.  His hand had swiftly moved from your shoulder to the small of your back, daring to continue moving south.  It was then that you noticed Xiumin – he was sitting at one of the poker tables with a pretty woman on each arm.  Each time he won a hand, they’d kiss him and each other; seemed like he was having a good night.  Because you were distracted with a familiar face, you didn’t realize Kai had begun caressing your backside while he continued to play craps.

“I do believe you’re playing with something that belongs to me,” the velvety voice of the Joker said, causing you to flash a look of excitement his way.

“Joker…I was wondering when you’d humor me with your condescending attitude,” Kai callously replied.

“Condescending!  Oh no, I would hope you could think more of me, Kai.  I really just do these things for fun, you know,” Joker answered back, the maniacal melody rising in his tone.  Kai scoffed at his response.

“Either way, you and I need to talk about my cut for your endeavors with the bank job,” he mumbled before getting up from the table, “Let’s head to the private lounge.”

Wrapping his arm around your waist, Kai led you and Joker upstairs to a secluded loft area, closing the doors behind him once the three of you were inside.  You didn’t want to be involved in their business discussion, but Kai didn’t seem to want to let you go.

“You owe me, Joker. That was my bank, my cash flow, and you stopped that,” Kai snarled, gripping his glass of alcohol too tight for comfort.

“I only stole what you owed me.  There’s plenty of money left in those vaults, I promise you that,” Joker countered, waiving his hands in the air like it was no big deal.

“That’s not what I’m talking about, fool.  You killed my inside man – the bank manger!  He was funneling money out of there into my offshore account on the regular. You owe me for his life…” Kai trailed off and the air got thick, as the silence grew louder.  It happened in less than a millisecond that Kai pulled you into a chokehold with his gun jammed into your temple and Joker had his own weapon pointed directly at Kai, both men standing.

“I saw the security footage. This pet of yours killed my cash flow…a life for a life.  What say you, Joker?” Kai provokingly queued.

“Kill her, I don’t care. If that’s going to solve your issue, fine.  She means nothing to me,” Joker nonchalantly uttered, putting his gun back into his vest. Your eyes widened with horror at his action, until Kai pushed you aside and pointed his gun directly at Joker’s forehead.

“You’re so full of shit, you fucking clown.  Why bring her here if she means nothing to you?!”  Kai stammered, using one hand to throttle Joker’s neck so he could steady his aim between Joker’s eyes.  Chen and Xiumin heard the commotion and both rolled into the loft, guns pointed at Kai.

“Guys, guys, calm down. Kai and I are just having a little…chat. Nothing to be worried about,” Joker downplayed, motioning for the guys to holster their weapons.  The two exchanged worried glances, but followed their boss’s orders.  You wanted to help diffuse the situation, especially since your worry was that if Kai killed Joker, you’d be stuck with the sleazy man.

“Maybe he brought me here for you,” you seductively chimed in, untying the string around your neck and teasing both Kai and Joker with the exposure of your bare skin.  Joker’s lips curled into the biggest smirk you’d seen from him yet, and Kai licked his hand and smoothed back his hair.  He put his gun on the small table and sat back on the couch, licking his lips at your show.  It truly was amazing how quickly he forgot about money when the idea of sex presented itself.

“Come sit on daddy’s lap, sweetheart, and remove that top so I can see those perky tits of yours,” Kai hissed while he manspread his legs and unbuttoned his shirt.  Joker just watched as you mounted Kai and dropped the top half of your dress directly in his face.  It seemed as though Joker wasn’t going to stop it, but rather use you as a distraction to escape.

Before Kai had a chance to touch you, screams sounded from below – the police had infiltrated the underground casino and were making arrests left and right.  He pushed you off of him and exited the back stairwell to his car. You attempted to retie your halter, but Joker grabbed you by the arm and whisked you away from the warehouse before you had a chance, so you held the fabric to your breasts for dear life.

In the many directions you were dragged, you got lost in the getaway.  You didn’t find your bearings again until you realized Joker had taken you back to his private club, only now it was empty.  You looked at the clock to see that it had been seventeen hours since you’d first laid eyes on him – on the Joker.

The silence in the club was melancholy – a bit unnerving.  The backlit section at the bar was the only thing illuminating the space, and in the shadowy light, you could barely make out the change of expression in his gaze from malice to lust as he stared hungrily at your stance.  Your arms were still clutching the top half of the dress to keep you covered, and he raised a wily eyebrow at the thought of what lie underneath.  You slowly backed away from him until your bottom hit the edge of the pool table.

“It’s new,” he cooed, running his fingers through a latent strand of your hair.  He smelled it for a moment before continuing with, “It hasn’t even been broken in, yet.”

“D-did you want to play a round?” you stuttered, playing dumb at his inference.  He blew cool air onto your exposed neck, sending a riveting tingle throughout your body.

“I love when you play coy with me…” he hauntingly whispered into your ear, gripping your hair with more vigor.  It wasn’t a secret that you wanted him – from that first moment seventeen hours ago you knew the things you wanted him to do to you.  Feeling the fingertips of his free hand ghost up the skin on your arm, you decided to drop the fabric, which resulted in the dress plummeting to the floor. Joker held your hand and took a step back to admire you, wearing nothing but a black thong and heels.

Hoisting you up to sit on the green, he laid you down, allowing his hands to act as his eyes in the dimmed interior.  Starting at your shoulders, he traced along the curves of your breasts, bringing one hand back up in between them to caress your neck while the other hand’s thumb swiveled slow, methodical circles on your nipple.  A subdued moan escaped your lips, instigating the twitch in Joker’s eyebrow and the naughty twinkle in his eye as his mouth twisted into a mischievous grin.

Abdicating his touch from your body, he briskly removed his pinstriped jacket from his person, throwing it to the side.  He stalked around the pool table to the opposite end, pulling you so your legs were no longer dangling over the edge.  Lying along the length of the table, you watched as he removed his suspenders so they hung at his waist and began unbuttoning his shirt as he climbed onto the billiard table to join you.

It started with a kiss. His intoxicating lips kissed the soft linen covering your sex.  Before he continued, he looked up and smiled at you.  The soft skin below your belly button, a couple places along your abdomen, the supple spots from your breasts to your collarbones, Joker seductively worked his kisses up your body until he was hovering over your face, waiting for you to close the gap.

Pressing your index finger to his needy pout to halt his advance, you responded to his opening by finishing off his buttons so you could feel his chiseled abdomen.  Your delicate touch grazed over his pectorals to his shoulders, relieving his arms of the residual fabric as you pushed it off his body. Your eyes traveled down his perfect physique, letting your fingernails follow your line of sight, until you reached his belt.  It was there you let your hands rest and your eyes return to his, pulling his hips towards yours.  He lowered his face, and finally the touch of his lips met yours.

What had started out as a slow, teasing beginning, immediately evolved into a spark of passion. You rose to your knees once Joker took your head in his hands; he nibbled on your lips while your tongues fought for dominance.  Your bodies entwined and as Joker ravished you, any sense of sanity left your body – you were blissfully content falling into madness with this man.

Joker sat at the edge of the table, and you straddled him from behind with your arms around him, tracing the lines of his tattoos.  Sweaty and out of breath, he grabbed your arms and rubbed them as he held your embrace. You belonged to him, and you would have it no other way.

“Baekhyun,” he interjected into the silence.

“Pardon, Mr. J?” you coyly asked, letting your tongue trail along his spine.  He inhaled deeply and released a shudder of pleasure.

“My real name.  I want to hear you say it,” he commanded, craning his neck to see you from over his shoulder.  You licked your swollen lips and smirked at him before speaking. 

“Baekhyun?  Does anyone else know your true identity?” you inquired, wondering just how special you really were to him at that moment.

“No,” he coldly replied, shifting his body weight and cracking his neck.  The risk he was taking sharing that information with you clearly wasn’t sitting well with him.

“Baby, your secret is safe with me,” you began, moving around and pulling him back to the table to lie down so you could mount him, “Baekhyun only when it’s you and me, and I’ll call you Mr. B around anyone else.  Deal?” 

“Puddin’, you are just full of surprises,” Baekhyun praised before readying himself for round two.

May 11, 2017

After sleeping the previous day away, you woke to find yourself being spooned by Baekhyun in his king sized bed; you immediately turned to face him and snuggled into his chest. He kissed you on the forehead before letting you continue your rest, asking you to meet him down in the basement for their next move.  After getting ready, you sauntered down the stairwell to find a large group of thug-looking men around a table, with Baekhyun at the head.

“Now that you’ve gained my trust, it’s time to test your loyalty, darling,” Baekhyun sneered to you. Chen and Xiumin were directly at his sides, ready to strike down anyone in the meeting who opposed them.  You knew his attitude was a front, so you allowed the behavior and decided to play along.

“Of course, Mr. B. I’m happy to oblige your – every – request,” you winked as you pounced onto the table and cat-walked to him.  His lovingly contemptible smile graced your presence as helped you onto his lap.

“Gentlemen, we’re going to dismantle the city’s governing board, starting with Governor Lee Sooman,” Baekhyun informed, cackling wildly after seeing the shocked expressions on the attendees’ faces.

“But Boss, how do you plan to do that?  He’s been bribing us for the last year to keep his affinity for strippers out of the media.  It’s the only real reason we were able to get away with the heist yesterday,” Xiumin retorted while Chen worked on quieting the rest of the men. 

“Yeah, and the only ones who know about that money funneling are the people in this room, the now deceased bank manager, and Kai,” Baekhyun rationally explained, continuing with, “So I’m going to ask for some volunteers to take care of our little ‘friend’ in crime.”

Baekhyun waited for some response from the team, but there was no movement among the stiffs.  You didn’t like them ignoring your man, not one bit.  Getting off of Baekhyun’s lap, you stood tall and ready to lecture.

“Are all of you deaf or something?  Mr. B asked for some volunteers.  You must be stupid if you aren’t raising your hand in excitement,” you chided, pointing your fingers at each of them to reaffirm your point.

“You’re the one that’s stupid, girl.  Do you even know what kind of power Kai has?” a singular man started before a bullet found a home directly between his eyes.  You looked back to see Baekhyun holstering his recently fired weapon, his gaze colder than dry ice.

“Gentlemen, I don’t care if you don’t want to volunteer for this operation,” Baekhyun began, rising from the table to meander around, “but if any one of you so much as says anything that can even remotely be considered as disrespectful to my dear Puddin’ here, and I’ll have you begging for death. Understand?”

It wasn’t the same terror from the hostages that these men exuded – rather, it was compliance.  Each of them knew the madness plaguing Baekhyun, and no man was dumb enough to cross him.  Baekhyun pulled out a deck of cards as he circled the table.

“Alright folks, we’re gonna play a little game since no one wants to be the team leader.  The first three guys to pull a spade will have the unfortunate task of teaching Kai how to speak whale,” Baekhyun explained with a humorous demeanor.

“Whale?” Chen automatically queued.

“You know – because he’s gonna be sleeping with the fishes,” Baekhyun instantly retorted, slapping his knee and laughing at his own joke.  The uneasy expressions exchanged by the henchmen made you giggle, and Baekhyun’s energy was turning you on.

After shuffling the deck and rounding the table a few times, the three members were chosen and sent off to fulfill their task.  Baekhyun had instructed that the first three who drew hearts were next in line should they fail.  It was then he turned his attention to you.

“Me?” you bashfully asked, twirling your hair in the hopes that Baekhyun would grab you and kiss you the same way he did last night. 

“Yes, my sweet, you. We’re going to have to change your appearance a bit, but you are the key to his undoing.  You see he has a weakness for pretty girls, and my bet is he won’t be able to resist you,” Baekhyun explained.  He paused, waiting for your inevitable question.

“So how’s he going to see me?” you asked, catering to his wishes.

“I’m so glad you asked! You see, it just so happens he’s in need of a new secretary.  All you need to do is be your devilishly cute little self, and we’ll take care of the rest.”

You agreed to the task, ready to show him how loyal you really were.

May 17, 2017

About a week later, you found yourself looking like Lois Lane in a gray tweed pencil skirt and jacket, with a white rayon button-up blouse underneath.  It was the day of your interview, and you had to ace it in order for the plan to work.  Xiumin had assisted in the transformation of your hair – adding some extensions after dying it blonde.  The new look added a whole new pep to your step; you were ready to do this.

Governor Lee was an older gentleman with salt and pepper hair and thick spectacles.  Upon seeing you walk through the door, his eyes lit up and reread your fake resume.  You decided to wear a pair of horn-rimmed glasses, which hid your identity a little more – before taking the elevator to his floor, you saw the wanted posters with your face on them.  He silently sipped his coffee while perusing your experience, until he was ready for the questionnaire portion of the interview.

“Before we start this Miss –“ he stopped, trying to read your pseudonym. 

“Quinn.  Y/N Quinn,” you interjected before resuming your demure attitude.

“Miss Quinn, indeed. I want to apologize because I’ve already filled the position, but you were so tenacious with your emails and phone calls, I had to give you a shot.  Before you came in, however, the board came to me and said that funds simply won’t allow for me to have two secretaries, unfortunately,” he hesitantly said.  You could tell he was regretting hiring whomever he did, especially when the button directly covering your breasts on your blouse popped open ‘without’ your knowledge.  Baekhyun had purposely put you in a top two sizes too small in hopes that this would happen.

“If you could just reconsider, sir!  If you look at my – oh my god!  I’m so sorry!” you screeched after spilling his coffee onto his lap.  It was a calculated move; when you tried to point at something on your resume, your hand ‘slipped’ to spill the coffee cup.  In a moment you had grabbed a napkin from his desk and were patting his crotch, until you began suggestively rubbing to dry the area.

“You seem like you’re very dedicated to your work,” he half-heartedly said, distracted entirely by the pressure you were applying to his groin.  Kneeling in your position, Governor Lee could better see your cleavage peeking through the hole in your shirt – which at that point another button had busted open, leaving a gaping hole clear for anyone to see your breasts.  Luckily – though not entirely, since this had been part of the plan and you fought Baekhyun tooth and nail about this minor detail – you were wearing a bra, so you weren’t completely exposed.

“I only aim to please, sir. Government is my passion, and I don’t care where you put me, just please take me onto your staff,” you pleaded, emphasizing the word staff as you teased your fingers around his member.  You stood up after he was dry enough and sat back down on the chair positioned in front of his desk.  His eyes didn’t leave your tits, even as he resumed his professional mind.

“If you don’t mind no pay for the first month or so, we can definitely take on an intern.  I can’t guarantee as much work as my hired secretary, but we can use you for copying and emails,” he offered.  You overenthusiastically accepted, letting another button pop open in the process of your bouncing bosoms.  Still pretending to be blissfully unaware of your unveiled skin, you took the required paperwork with you as you left the office.

June 6, 2017

A few weeks into the job made you comfortable enough to change the attire to be a bit more daring. You were still waiting on word from Baekhyun on whether or not Kai had been silenced, but you took a chance with a new wardrobe.  You had already been wearing black thigh-highs from the start, so that wasn’t anything new, though the length of your skirt went from knee-length to mid-thigh. Your garters peeked through when you bent down, which was your intent.  You decided to wear the same rayon blouse from your interview, only this time you were donning a red chemise underneath in case of any button poppage.  In order to avoid the button issue, you purposely didn’t button the top four – not only was it evident you were wearing red lingerie beneath the blouse, but no one would have to fantasize about your cleavage.

Governer Lee never saw it coming.  When he walked into his office that day, you were bent over trying to find some files that needed to be faxed.  Wiggling your behind in his face, he could almost see the fact that you had forgone underwear.  All he could see were the garters connecting your thigh highs to your belted waist.

“Miss Quinn, I just got word that the fax machine downstairs is down.  You can use my private one if you’d like,” he lied, finding any way he could to keep you in his eyesight.  You decided to play along for some innocent flirting.  You stood up and turned to him, and he almost lost it at the sight of your scantily clad appearance.

“Oh bummer!  Can you show me how to use it?” you innocently asked, holding the papers needed to fax close to your stomach with both hands to exaggerate your cleavage.  The governor nodded in astonishment as he waved you to his copy room.  It was a medium-sized space, much larger than the copy room downstairs.  This one also had a window, and just below the window in the corner was none other than Baekhyun.  He put his finger to his lips to indicate your silence.

“Oh silly me, this one is exactly like the one downstairs.  If you want you can keep me company though,” you flirted, daring him to cross the line.  He sat down in the chair across the room, readying himself to check out your ass the whole time you worked.  You tried to copy something and the ‘out of paper’ noise gave you an idea.  The paper tray was at the bottom of the copier, so you grabbed a stack and bent over without so much as even a slight bend in your knee.  The governor could see all of you the moment you reached the tray – you even spread your legs slightly to give him a better view.

“Forgive me if this is too forward, but you are a very well formed young lady,” he complimented, trying his hardest not to stutter as he loosened his tie.  He was beginning to sweat, and you wanted to push him a step further.

“You’re making me blush, Governor Lee.  If I’m being frank, I’ve had a little crush on you since you took office,” you gushed, backing to the copier.  You hoisted yourself onto the transparent top and spread your legs before continuing, “I kind of only took this job so I could get close to you.”  You pressed the copy button and the light of the copier ran across your sex, printing out a black and white image of you.  Grabbing a marker, you wrote a fake number on the paper and handed it to him.

“Why wait for me to call you?  No one will come in here,” he schmoozed before locking the door.  “You have an amazing ass.  Baby let me see it, pull your skirt up for me.”  In that moment, you saw Baekhyun pop out from the corner.

“Surprise!” he exclaimed, pointing his pistol at Governor Lee.  You ran to the locked door, guarding his only escape route.

“Joker!  What are you doing here?” the governor rudely questioned, not phased in the slightest by his gun. 

“We need to have a little chat about business,” Baekhyun callously answered, rotating his neck to crack it several times.  He shook out his body but kept his gun steady.

“You know my daytime hours aren’t available for scum like you.  Call me later!” Governor Lee dismissed while shooing away Baekhyun.  After hearing the governor’s response, Baekhyun snapped his fingers and in the blink of an eye, Xiumin and Chen appeared through the window, dressed as window cleaners.  They began dragging the governor out of the building.

“What – are – you – doing?!” Governor Lee huffed at each attempt to break free.  They had securely pulled him through the window, readying the chloroform to knock him out the moment Baekhyun gave the okay.

“I just want to make sure you have time in your schedule later, since you don’t want to chat now,” Baekhyun teased, laughing as he nodded at the two henchmen.  The whisked him down to the alley and pushed him into a nearby van before driving off.  You and Baekhyun were alone in the locked copy room.

“Mr. B…” you cooed, waiting for him to put his hands on your aching body.  You were so aroused you could feel your essence dripping down your inner thigh.

“That was quite the performance, Puddin’.  Well done. Now we just need to finish what we started,” he proposed, ripping open your blouse and lifting your skirt.  His fingertips toyed at your sides until one set swooped in to feel your sodden lips.  Baekhyun ran his middle finger along the length of your slit, bringing it up to his mouth to taste.  “Mm. Maybe I should call you ‘Sugar’ instead of ‘Puddin’…you taste so sweet.” 

His lips melded instantly to yours, and you pulled him closer by gripping the back of his head. Your moans matched his grunts as the two of you tousled tongues, moving to nibble on his earlobes when you needed air. Baekhyun flipped you around and bent you over the copier, raising your skirt higher and smacking your ass for good measure.  Your initial cry of pleasure turned into a snarky giggle, and you peered over your shoulder at Baekhyun, inviting him to do it again.

“Now, now my sweet, I haven’t even had a sampling,” he coyly disapproved, waving his index finger back and forth, “I’ll indulge your every desire, once I’ve had mine.”  On that note, he knelt down and spread your cheeks. Baekhyun trailed a meandering lick from your slit to your asshole before sucking on it with elaborate enthusiasm. A couple of his fingertips found your clit and began massaging the aroused area while his mouth went to town tossing your salad.  His fingers pulsed in and out of your heat, tracing to your backside to spread your essence for lubrication.

One digit, then two – until finally he worked up to using three of his long fingers in your ass. His free hand reached around to stimulate the front half of your labia, running circles on your clit; with each of your moans, Baekhyun increased his tenacity.  In the rapid approach of your high, you were flipped back to face Baekhyun before he latched his mouth to your swollen nub and his fingers hooked deep inside your walls.  Your cum drizzled out of you with each of his fast-paced movements, coating the floor of the copy room.

Baekhyun rose from his crouched position to give you the sloppiest kiss you’d ever exchanged with him – and it only turned you on more.  Legs still shaking from your release, you gripped the copier while attempting to recollect yourself.  Baekhyun smirked at you before extending his hand in aid, ready to escort you out the window.  “Puddin’ you’re too good to me.  I promise I’ll reward you just how you want when we get home.”

June 8, 2017

“With no evidence to go on, Governor Lee’s disappearance is still a mystery.  Authorities are asking anyone who may have any information on this woman, who goes by the alias of ‘Y/N Quinn’, to call police immediately,” the sound of the newscaster filled the silence of the upstairs office.  “Quinn was also seen at the fateful bank robbery last month with the infamous gangster Joker and his group of thugs. She is seen as extremely dangerous and no one should attempt to approach her.  Please contact law officials if you believe you have sighted her.”

“Mr. B, I’m famous,” you crooned, jumping into his lap and kissing him on the cheek with his infectious madness.  Baekhyun pulled your face to his, returning the admiration with fervent tenacity, making Chen and Xiumin turn towards the window.

“He hasn’t said a word yet, boss,” Xiumin interjected, waiting for direction from Baekhyun.

“We’ve tried everything, and he won’t admit to the embezzlement.  He knows what we’re trying to do and he keeps saying he’s not gonna take the fall,” Chen added, removing the cigarette from his mouth and ashing it with force into the ashtray.  He eyed Xiumin, hoping for some sort of backup.

“Puddin’?” Baekhyun queued. You perked your head in response, sitting on the edge of your seat – or rather, his lap – for his continuance. “Want to go play with the governor again?” 

“As much as I love making you happy, Mr. B, I’d much rather watch you work this time,” you vexed, wrapping your foot around his leg and unbuttoning the top button on his already wrinkled shirt.  Baekhyun ran his fingers through his hair and tapped you on the nose before lifting you off his lap to head down to the basement.

Baekhyun led you down the back corridors of the club, descending several flights of stairs lit by fluorescent bulbs until you reached the bottom.  He opened the metal door for you and gestured you inside.  It was there that Baekhyun was holding his hostage. Governor Lee was tied to a metal chair in a windowless room.  A small pail sat beside him – you guessed it held the extinguished cigarette butts judging by the marks on the governor’s arms.  There was evidence of several burns – small round marks with the circumference of Chen’s brand of choice.  The only thing standing between you two and the governor was the mirrored wall that acted as a window from your perspective.

“Let’s begin,” Baekhyun jeered, pressing the record button on the camera pointed at the governor. He blew you an elaborate kiss before opening the door into the interrogation room.

“Well, well, looks like little Sooman doesn’t want to play with Two-Face or Penguin.  I get it – one’s, well, two-faced so you know you can’t trust him, and the other,” Baekhyun scoffed, “The other is a flightless bird.  What’s the point of that?!”  His signature cackle echoed in the poorly lit space. 

“I know what you’re trying to do, Joker, and it’s not gonna work.  You and your minions can torture me all day – you won’t get what you want,” Lee Sooman cockily said as he looked at the cuts and burns on his chest.

“What I want?  What more could I want?  I have a thriving business, funded – in part – by a wonderfully twisted politician, a group of loyal friends who are just as untrustworthy as they are trustworthy, and a paragon of a woman to stand by my side and lick my wounds when I feel like inflicting some self-mutilation.  What I want?  I could honestly care less on whether or not you even admit your involvement. We can totally continue with our little arrangement,” Baekhyun jested, circling the governor until he stood behind him and stared at him through the reflection in the mirror.

“Then why kidnap me?!” the Governor bellowed, frustrated at Baekhyun’s volality.

“Because I wanted to, because I was bored, because I can…take your pick on my reasoning, I really don’t care,” Baekhyun brushed off as he walked away from the governor towards the mirror, staring directly at you.

“Turn the camera off,” Lee Sooman commanded.

“What was that?” Baekhyun inquired, spinning on his heel to turn and face the governor.

“Turn the camera off and we can talk.”

“Yeah, I don’t think so,” you interjected, walking into the room like Tyra Banks on the runway.  You flipped your hair and eyed Baekhyun like you were about to mount and start riding him.

“This just got so much more fun…” Baekhyun smirked, rubbing his hands together and licking his lips.

“Mister governor, sir, is it true you like pretty girls?” you innocently asked, bending over to the governor’s face, assuring your cleavage was directly in his line of sight.

“I-uh, well, you see…”

“Can you keep a secret?” you whispered, leaning into his ear and sitting on his lap, “I’m not wearing any panties.”

“What is this nonsense? Using my weakness against me?  How uninventive.  I expected better from you, Joker,” the governor rampaged, shaking you off of him.  “Besides, your money pit is going to dry up anyway.  My secret is no longer hidden, thanks to the last girl I took home with me. Don’t you watch the news?  Oh, maybe you were too busy robbing that bank, but my scandal is out and over with.  You can keep blackmailing me all you’d like, you’re not getting another penny of my money,”

“Your money?  You’re broke,” Baekhyun laughed, shaking his head in disappointment.

“My money, the state’s money, it’s the same fucking thing!”

You stifled the giggle that escaped your lips – Baekhyun had succeeded in breaking the governor.  He exited the room for a quick second and returned with a small USB stick.  Holding it up and shaking it in his hand, the expression on Governor Lee’s face spelled it out that he knew he was in checkmate.  A slow, depraving laugh sounded from Baekhyun as he approached you, still standing next to the governor.

“Isn’t she just the sexiest thing you’ve ever seen?” Baekhyun dared, dangling you in front of the governor as bait.  “Tell me what it was like, when you thought she was just some exuberant temp in your office – tell me what it was like seeing her bend over with her tight little skirts.  That had to have been hot, right?”

“Yeah…sure,” the governor muttered, trying to ignore Baekhyun’s lead.

“But probably not as much as when you’d turn up the A/C just to watch her nipples get hard.  I bet every time she changed the water in her white button-up blouse you were just hoping it would spill over her front – I know I’m thinking about that now and there’s nothing even in here!” Baekhyun continued, his madness level increasing with each breath.

“…Yeah,” the governor uttered.

“So which was it for you? Her tits or her ass?” 

“I don’t know, just –“

“Which was it?!”

“Ass!  Her fucking ass!  Jesus Christ, man.  Just let me go!”

“Thank you for sharing. Did you hear that honey, you have an amazing ass.  Yeah, man I’ll let you go, just one more thing,” Baekhyun casually said as he pulled you toward the mirror, having you bend over with your hands against it, parallel to the floor.  Baekhyun pulled up your skirt to reveal your bare behind and center to the governor before asking, “How does her ass look now?”  A resounding slap met your backside.  Baekhyun had spanked you, which ignited your arousal.  The governor was silent. 

“I’ll ask you again. How does her ass look now?” Baekhyun menacingly repeated, waiting patiently for the governor’s answer. With each passing second your need for another spank grew.  It felt like hours until finally he slapped your ass again – you wiggled your hips in delight and let out a cry of pleasure.

“How does it look?!”

“Great!  It looks fucking great!  I want to fucking eat her ass it looks so good, okay?!”

BOOM.  Baekhyun fired a bullet right at the governor’s heart. Tossing his custom filigreed gun to the side, he brought you back to a standing position while still standing behind you.  Within seconds, he ripped open your shirt and slammed your bare breasts into the cold glass of the mirror while he extracted his wildly hard cock from his pants and aligned himself at your entrance.  He pulled your hair, shoved in his throbbing member, and bit the nape of your neck.

“Did you like that, Puddin’?” he panted while thrusting into you, “Watching me toy with our captive?”

“Mr. B, that was the hottest thing I’ve seen,” you retorted before exuding a piercing moan.  Baekhyun spanked your already rose-tinted cheeks once more.  “I’m getting wetter just replaying it in my head.” 

“I know, babe, I can feel it.  You feel so good, you’re so tight,” he gasped, allowing his thrusts to increase in speed and intensity.  As his pumps grew faster, the only sounds that filled the room were the slapping of his skin to yours and a combination of grunts, heavy breathing, and moans. This continued until both you and he came, and as he peaked he fisted your hair and pulled so your face was able to receive his fucked-out, sloppy kiss.

“I love you, Puddin’.”

“I love you, Mr. B.”

Later that night, you found yourself dressed incognito in a van sitting next to Baekhyun and Xiumin – Chen was driving.  Governor Lee’s remains were in a body bag in the back, with the USB recording of his confession tied to his face.  The plan was to drop off the body, abandon the van, and meet back at the rendez-vous point.  Everything was going well, but you had a strange feeling in the pit of your stomach as you approached city hall.

“Whatever happened with Kai?” you asked out of the blue.  You realized you’d never heard word on whether or not he was silenced. 

“He escaped.  We’ve sent another team to try and find him, but he’s gone into hiding,” Xiumin monotonously answered.  The van stopped in front of city hall, the deafening silence of the night twisting knots in your stomach – and not in the good way.

“Alright, everyone knows the drill, meet at the liquor store on 4th and B in two hours. I’m gonna make the call,” Baekhyun said before dialing the director of the board.  He hadn’t even heard a callback ring when sirens and cop cars swarmed the area – it was a setup. 

“Run!” Chen screamed, jumping out of the van.  Each of you bolted off in different directions, knowing that was the safest way to make sure everyone escaped.  You turned down various corridors, not concentrating on any direction until you ran face first into a man’s chest. 

“Well, well, look at what we have here,” a cruel, familiar voice said.  You looked up to see Kai staring down at you with a malicious grin on his face.  In that same moment, you heard Baekhyun shouting – it sounded like he was cornered. Not even thinking, you turned to go to him, but Kai grabbed your arm to stop you.

“I don’t think so, princess. Let him take the fall, and you can stand by me.  I’ll shower you with gifts and jewels like you’ve never seen,” he sneered.  Kai was just your average thug – he was nowhere near the level of intelligence of Baekhyun.  You loved him for his presence and his energy, not because he was wealthy.

“I’ll pass,” you rudely retorted, ripping your arm from his grasp.  Kai chased after you as you began to run towards the sound of Baekhyun’s voice.

“Here!  Here!  Quinn is here!” Kai shouted as you entered the street.  One of his henchmen was playing a recording of Baekhyun’s voice, and the moment you realized your mistake, police surrounded you.  You glanced around at the buildings and saw Baekhyun in the window of a third story apartment, looking furious at your capture.

You saw him mouth the words, ‘I’ll come for you’, before you looked away.  The last thing you wanted to do was assure the police two victories. They caught you, and that was all you were going to let them have.  Kai smirked at you as you were handcuffed and put into the back of the car – you glared at him in disdain.  You didn’t know what was waiting for you at the prison, but you knew you would die before giving any information about Baekhyun.

June 26, 2017

Two and a half weeks, and you’d already been put into solitary.  You’d been put through several shock-therapy sessions in the hopes that you would talk, but the torture they put you through only made your loyalty to Baekhyun that much stronger.  One of the guards stopped by your cell to talk – he thought you were cute and you were using him for coffee.

“He’s not coming for you, Y/N.  He’s a criminal, and he used you to escape,” he apologetically said, hoping you’d come to your senses.

“That’s cute, but clearly you’ve never been in love,” you responded, sipping your coffee with your pinky in the air.  Suddenly, what sounded like an explosion on the other side of the jail shook the building.

“What was that?!” the friendly guard exclaimed, grabbing his gun and aiming it at the hallway.

“That’d be Mr. B…”

[faakeid]

Since I’m lately so obsessed with Batman mythology, I want to write this to inspire fic writers to write EXO members in Gotham/Batman AUs. So, for me, those members would fit this characters:

Minseok/Xiumin: Mr. Freeze (obvious reasons);

Suho/Junmyeon: Alfred;

Baekhyun: Mad Hatter, I guess, although he would be nice as Joker too;

Lay: Two Face/Harvey Dent (he could also be a version of Lucius Fox, on the “good guys” side;

Chen/Jongdae: Cat Woman (would be cat man in this case lmaooo);

Chanyeol: Joker/Scarecrow;

Kyungsoo: Penguin (obvious reasons);

Jongin: Riddler;

Sehun: Bruce Wayne

[guesswho-mp3]

[ Lady Luck ]

Au: twoface!baekhyun | Pairing: character x reader | Warning: language, death, gore/body horror, sexual references | Rating: 16+ | Word Count: 1.6k

This is: Visage One | Visage Two

“Rough day?” A light voice questioned. Baekhyun could feel the pent up tension in his body ease, his shoulders slightly slumping as he turned around while loosening his tie. The last of his worries left him, like waves flowing from shore, ebbing away at the sight of her leaning against the hallway.

“The worst,” he mumbled, hands circling her waist, nuzzling against her neck to inhale her scent. “There’s enough as it is, trying to clean up the G.C.P.D with the corruption scandals pouring in and Moon isn’t complying. The Gazette is more interested in my dating life than my plans for the future and I just have to smile and wave like an idiot. Did you know that they started calling me Two Face down at the precinct?”

“Oh my poor baby,” she dramatically sighed, laughing in admiration when he raised his head to reveal a pout. She thumbed at his bottom lip and his hand fell to her ass, giving it a light squeeze. Arcing her eyebrow at him he just hummed, taking her thumb into his mouth, wet tongue lapping at the digit. She grasped his tie and started pulling him towards their shared bedroom.

“Come on then, Mr. Hahm. Let me see what I can do to make it better.”

When he came to the world was blurry, the only clear sensation he could feel was a splitting pain on the left side of his head. His right hand crept up to pick at the bandages on his face, starting to peel the edges back.

“Uh uh uh, I wouldn’t do that if I were you boy-o.” Baekhyun’s neck snapped in the direction of the voice, neck straining to the far left in order to be able to look out of his right eye.

The Crown Prince of Crime sat in the cushy hospital chair in the corner of the room, dressed in a white nurse’s uniform. The reaction was immediate, a coarse yell for help escaping his throat as his body jerked back and forth, the burning of his limbs too great to actually get up.

“Scream all you want. I shot the doctor and the police are running around like headless chickens at the Court House. They’re not coming.” The clown’s voice was unemotional, the lackadaisical way in which he said his words even more terrifying.

He kept still even after five minutes of watching Baekhyun struggling to lift himself up, frustrated yells and curses leaving his lips, a cracked image of the sophisticated and put together DA candidate that graced Gotham News. He was thoroughly enjoying this. He knew the Bat wouldn’t, and that thought made him laugh.

The attorney finally quieted seeing as the clown had yet to do anything. He leaned back in the bed, his right eye still furrowed at the figure in the corner.

“Why are you here?” Baekhyun accused, his right nostril flaring. The burn tape that covered half of his face still didn’t stop the wince at the burn of his torn cheek tendon stretching.

“To see you of course. Now I’ve done a lot of bad things to a lot of good people, but I have to admit, I think I really outdid myself on this one.” A proud smile strained his visage, his eyes slightly glazing over.

Baekhyun scoffed. “So what, you’ve come here to mock me?” He could feel an angry tear forming in his waterline, turning his head at the last second so the clown wouldn’t see it, he couldn’t give the madman the satisfaction. But it didn’t go unnoticed as he’d hoped, snake tongue passing over red stained lips at the sight of the liquid pain. If only his Lady Luck were here. Baekhyun didn’t see what happened to her after the attack.

White hot fury engorged Baekhyun’s pupil as he scrutinized the Joker, body trembling. “Wait. Where is she? What did you do to her?.”

Joker abruptly rose from the chair, like a marionette brought to attention, and got up close to Baekhyun, leaning in as if telling him a secret. “Oh, you don’t know?” He chuckled, a humorless, caustic sound.

“She's dead.”

The air was knocked out of Baekhyun’s lungs, the unshed tears forming a hurricane as he wailed and twisted in the hospital bed. The desperation he felt was mutating into something else. It was growing claws and gnashing teeth. His psyche was cracking like concrete, straight down the middle, his heart shattering along with it. He wanted blood. His paralyzed state prevented him from seizing a hold of the clown who just raised his hands up and backed away in mock surrender, his own figure buckling under the crazed cackles that wracked his body. This was going so well.

“I get it you know ehehe, it must be difficult to lose your other half. Especially aha, when it was y-your ahaha,” he wheezed,” prettier one.” Baekhyun felt like he was in hell, the previous screams reduced to a mixture of helpless sobs and infuriated growls, as if his soul were being split in two. Rage, earth-quaking, blind vengeance overcame him.

The Joker wasn’t done though. He had to push him, make him his pawn, his raving mad dog.

“May I ask a question?” He took the severe glare and snarling he received as his sign to continue. “You were squirming in your sleep, like you were having a very pleasant dream.” The grin that appeared on his face was predatory. He came closer from the foot of the bed, fingers skipping along Baekhyun’s left leg.

”Though I wonder, with the acid dripping down your body can your little friend still…” His eyes trailed down the blanket, whistling like a bird while raising his pointer finger up. In a sudden show of strength, Baekhyun grabbed the jester by the collar, pulling him eye level, seething at him, foaming at the mouth.

“Ok ok, aha, touchy subject, though I’m sure nobody is going to touch that anytime soon,” he tittered. “Especially since, oh what’s her face—”

Baekhyun barked out her name, spittle flying from his mouth and onto the corner of the clown’s, who licked up the drop before he continued, “Yes right, especially since she kicked the bucket. But that’s not important. Look, I wanna help you, Hahm.”

“Help us?” He grunted, skeptical at how the madman’s switch. His right eye roved across the clown, voice suddenly hushed, eye wide and desperate, “You want to help me?”

“Yes, help you. Listen, Baek, I may have pulled the trigger, but Batman and the Commisioner loaded the gun,” he said in a comic lilt. “You put your trust in a corrupt order. Am I right? You put your trust in the Bat, of all vermin, and where did that get you? A dead girlfriend and a fucked up face?” The Joker’s hand ghosted over the bandage.

Traitors, a voice spat. We have to make them pay. Punish them.

But they promised. They deserve a fair trial.

Deserve? The pigs deserve a bullet in their heads after what happened. They promised to protect you. But they just screwed us over. They screwed her over. Now we’ve lost everything because of them.

But they really tried—

Tried? Tried?! Give the Bat a gold fucking star than, get on your knees and blow Moon to thank him for the brilliant job he did. After that you can go tell the love of our life to go fuck herself and spit on her grave.

Oh God, please stop, don’t mention her. She didn’t deserve to die. It’s not fair. Baekhyun hit the left side of his head as he sobbed, a wet squelch being released from under the surgical tape with each bout of pressure.

Joker just watched on, transfixed, as Gotham’s White Knight started cracking, one part of him maliciously attacking and the other cowering. Two identities forming, one a tiny show poodle, charming and gentile. The other a rabid rottweiler, eyes rolling and teeth gnashing. The madness was being let loose. That acid must’ve really done a number on him. And boy was he gonna run with it.

“Doesn’t it ever bother you that Batman is always the one that crosses the line but never seems to lose anything?” Baekhyun bristled.

Joker pulled a gun out of the waistband of his nurse uniform, placing it in Baehyun’s hand and wrapping his fingers around it. “With life so merciless, the only thing that will forever remain faithful is chaos. Ok? Chaos is clean. Pure. Chaos doesn’t play favorites. It just kills and spares. Life. Death. Balanced. It’s fair. ”

“Fair?” Baekhyun trembled, weighing the glock in his grip.

“Yes,” the devil falsely soothed, voice grating and sinister. He lightly stroked the bandage on Baekhyun’s head, “Now are you just gonna let them get away with it? After what happened to her?”

The monster was back, rearing its ugly head. “No,” he snarled, fingers grasping the metal hilt, thumbing at the hammer, “we’re not.” He used his other hand to rip off the bandage, hissing as some pieces of skin went with it, flinging specks of blood onto the pillow.

“I’m glad you see it my way. It’s time to turn over a new leaf in this city. After all, like your slogan says,” Joker grabbed a mirror from the bedside table, turning it towards the fallen attorney.

He saw gnarled oozing skin. Part of his cheekbone and mandible were uncovered from stringy red muscle, surrounded by crusted and flaking gray skin. Patches of hair were singed off and one side of his mouth was curled in, revealing pearly white teeth hidden behind cheek tendon. Something flashed in his dead eye, nearly hanging out from the socket, the Joker staring back at his twisted grin in the smoke and tar of his clouded orb. There was a hunger there. Cereberus waiting to be let off the leash with an appetite for anarchy— to watch cities burn and symbols to fall. The Dark Knight to fall.

“The new face of Gotham, is Baekhyun Hahm.”

[rayofsunas]

The Decimation of Us | Oh Sehun

A/N: I want Sehun to dye his hair black again. Because OMG HOT. This imagine was a collab with @exodestroyedmylife on here. Go check out her part of the collab that circulates around Baekhyun and the Reader. I don't really like the ending of this, but I've been working on this for weeks so I needed to get it up as soon as possible; I felt bad for making my collaborator wait. So sorry it might be bad. I remember editing this and read briefly over the part I just wrote, but I could've missed something, so if there's errors that's why.

@exodestroyedmylife ‘s Baekhyun Scenario

Pairings: Oh Sehun x Fem! Reader

Summary: You and your fiancé are the modern day Bonnie and Clyde or real life Harley and Joker.

Warnings: swearing, crimes are committed, guns are used, angst, murder is mentioned/occurs, bombs mentioned,

Genre: Bonnie and Clyde AU! / Harley Quinn and Joker AU! / Angst

Words: 3,982

If someone asked you as a young child if you ever saw yourself here, doing this at twenty two years old, you probably would've called them crazy for even assuming you were capable of such heinous crimes.

But really, you were the crazy one. Robbing a bank was never in your forte, and at first, you were against it all together. You both were. But things changed, people changed, the plan changed.

"Sehun, try not to kill him, alright? We don't need any more crimes under our belts." You called over to the tall charcoal haired man, who had a firm grip on the aging, salt and pepper haired banker.

"I'm not making any promises." Sehun called back, his voice sounding a bit muffled on the other side of the banks large room. But through the distortion of his voice you could still hear him clearly ordering demands left and right at the man who was being used as a hostage; more like someone who you could use until you get rid of him or let him go. "Hey asshat, stop moving if you value your life. Just because the pretty lady over there is calling all the shots, doesn't mean I won't rough you up a bit." Said Sehun.

"After all she said try not to kill you, am I right?" Muffled grunts and groans escaped the older mans mouth, and you just ignored it all as you continued searching through the cash registers; focused on the green bills located inside.

A huge teeth showing smile appeared on your face as soon as your eyes came in contact with the money that you just continued to pile into the black duffle bag.

Sure it was selfish, a crime, horrible, and a sin in many peoples books to do this. But what else were you supposed to do? Go out and get a job like a normal person?

Hell no. You and Sehun weren't normal people, and quite frankly, you enjoyed living this dangerous lifestyle. Maybe not before, it defiantly want preferred. But now it excited you, gave you more adrenaline than most activities in life, hell, even sex half of the time.

"Are you almost done in there?" Sehun's voice cut in, seemingly becoming closer each time you struggled to open the last register.

"Almost," You huffed trying to pry open the last cash register behind the desk. But to your luck, it was locked shut. "It's locked." Turning to face your fiancé who was now behind you, confusion crossed his gorgeous face.

Disbelief crossed his face as he muttered, "It's locked?" It was odd. That much your fiancé knew. He ordered that banker minutes ago to open all five of the registers, and he'd watched him do it. The sneaky bastard must've relocked the last safe, when you weren't watching him; obviously too greedy as you stuffed as much money into the duffle as you could fit.

You nodded angrily, your foot coming in contact with the wall behind you.

Whispering to Sehun you said, "He didn't unlock it."

"That can't be possible. I watched him unlock them all." Growled your lover, eyes burning holes into the clerk.

"Clearly he didn't."

By the look on your fiancés face, he wasn't pleased. To say the least, the criminal didn't like being lied to. If anyone lied to him, they better be ready to face the harsh consequences. He'd do the most unforgiving things to anyone who crossed him the wrong way, especially with a lie.

"You," Addressing the nameless banker sitting tied up on the other end of room, determination along with anger crossed Sehun's face. Tapping the cash register he ordered, "Open this. Now." That wasn't much of a demand more like an order. Because if he didn't open it, he wouldn't be sparing his life like he so badly wanted you and Sehun to do as soon as you arrived. I mean it was pretty pathetic in your opinion. He was crawling on the floor, begging for mercy as his eyes teared up.

You both watched as the pathetic scrawny man tried to get up, only using his legs, eventually shakily standing before stumbling over to the pair of you.

"You've already taken enough, haven't you!?" Snapped the banker, although he hadn't meant to. You took notice that his hands behind his back seemed to shake, which could either mean one of two things. He was trying to somehow loosen the zip ties around both of his wrists or he was truly, deeply scared. You assumed it was the latter. Because after Sehun threatened him a countless amount of times, you didn't see the older man trying to defy either of you.

Sehun's glare intensified. "What was that?" His voice sounded so menacing, so dangerous, and it honestly turned you on.

He jumped, obviously terrified for his life. "I—I mean you've probably already taken thousands... I wouldn't be surprised if you've managed to accumulate millions. Please, just— you have enough..." the man pleaded with both his eyes and voice.

Sehun just ignored him though, arms folding across his broad chest. "Give me the key." Sehun wasn't having it, not right now at least. And you didn't even think on one of the best days he'd be taking shit from a guy like this. He was growing impatient and quite frankly, so were you. Although, you were pretty sure Sehun was way closer till his snapping point; meaning he could snap at any given second.

"Sir—"

"I won't ask again. If you won't hand the key over, I guess I'll be searching through the pockets of a dead man." Shrugged Sehun.

What Sehun had said visibly had shaken the man, persuading him to nod down to his jeans, a sigh escaping past his dry lips.

"In my left pocket." Sehun glared at him skeptically, wondering and questioning if this was some kind of trick. "I wouldn't lie." The older man explained briefly.

"Bullshit." Hissed your fiancée. "You're saving your ass."

The man deadpanned, his eyes slightly rolling. "Wouldn't anyone else in this situation want to live?"

"I'm not so sure." Sehun decided to take a risk and patted down the mans left jean pocket. "You've tested my patience more then I can count. You're lucky she's here," Sehun nodded back over to you, waiting not so patiently for the key. "This isn't my first time running into guys like you." Said your tall fiancée.

As soon as the keys were in the criminals hand he grinned to himself before whistling over at you, grabbing your attention immediately, afterwards tossing the key in your direction.

"We've been here too long. The only reason why the police aren't here already, is because it's two in the morning. They're probably asleep,"

Nodding in agreement, as soon as the key was in your hand, you squatted down to shove the key forcefully into its slot. Twisting said key, finally opening the register, you began to once again shovel the large wads of cash into the somehow not empty duffle bag.

Sehun stood to his full height, skeptically wandering around the locked bank. "Is everything in place?"

"Yeah." Sehun mumbled grabbing the black bags full of cash, heading towards the back door of the bank that lead to your waiting car.

You nodded as you zipped the last bag shut, having grabbed every last penny.

Mumbling a low, "We're done." to your lover, you began heading for the door.

"Wait!" A shrill yell escaped the bakers mouth, halting you immediately at the door, Sehun already on the other side loading the bags into the car. "You said if I helped you, you'd set me free!" Desperation laced his voice. Eyes rolling, you flatly said, "I did say that. But I've changed my mind."

"W—What?" His voice came out in a shocked whisper, for he really beloved you'd let him free. Stupid, pathetic, helpless man. He was never going to be set free, he was never going to leave here alive. The only reason you didn't tell him earlier was because you didn't want to hear him whine and beg the whole time, it would grow quite annoying and surely would tick your hotheaded fiancé off even more.

Turning fully to face him, your eyes glazed over the bomb set up near the middle of the room, hidden beneath a chair that was situated behind a desk. It looked small, and if you weren't looking for it or didn't know it was there, you wouldn't even know there was something so harmful in the room.

But it was deadly. Deadly enough to destroy this whole room, enough to tear it to shreds.

"Don't leave! Set me free, you promised you would!" Tearing your eyes away from the pleading man, you looked down at the ground. Trying to come to terms with what to do.

"Babe, hurry up." Sehun's voice sharply cut in through the mans whines and complains.

You knew you needed to go. The police would be here any minute if you didn't. By you couldn't just leave him here to like this to suffer. If the blast from the bomb didn't kill him, he'd probably burn alive. And that was a horrible way to go out. Sure, you were a criminal. But just because you stole and killed a few along the way who deserved it, didn't mean this poor man deserved to suffer.

Pulling the murderous weapon out of your coat pocket, you eventually looked up and aimed at his temple; his eyes quivered with fear.

"Sehun's a lot harsher than me. But, when the bomb goes off you won't want to be alive for it."

"B—Bomb?" You nodded. "It'll shred you to pieces. I'm doing you a favor."

"Doing me a favor would be letting me walk out of here a safe man." Your head shook, a slight grin crossing your lips.

"That would be one hell of a favor, wouldn't it?"

Although you felt guilty and really wanted to let him free, you know he couldn't. He wasn't to be trusted, not after he hid the keys. Right now, he'd say he wouldn't tell anyone, but down the road when the time was convenient for him, he'd cry wolf.

Cries escaped his mouth, and suddenly you didn't feel as much guilt anymore. It'd be a big weight off of your shoulders knowing you didn't have to worry about someone ratting you out. There usually were never witnesses, but on those rare occasions that there happened to be some, Sehun took care of it. He was a lot more ruthless than you, though half the time it seemed like you called the shots.

"Do you have a family?" You found yourself flatly asking, truly wondering if there were going to be people who would mourn over his death, if they would hunt you down forever, drive themselves crazy.

The mans head shook hurriedly side to side, as his eyes searched yours for any bit of empathy. You no longer held empathy for this man.

"Then I guess no one will be around to miss you."

—

[TWO YEARS AGO]

"He's not as dangerous as the others locked up. But he's manipulative and a liar." Said the guard who's name was Eunkyuk. He looked young, not your age but maybe a few years older. You wondered what landed him here. What made him want to work here with all of these dangerous criminals.

"Have you ever thought for once, maybe he's telling the truth?" Eyes staring at the tall man, he shrugged as you both continued walking down the dark hallway. Eunkyuk opened his mouth to snap, "We run into people like him daily. So no, it's never crossed my mind."

Stopping at a door you gulped. You were nervous. Scared even. You'd been warned on the car ride here on what to say and what not. Sudden movements were also something you needed to be careful of. Don't get to close; because he's swiped keys from guards, and try not to look into his eyes. Because if you do, he thinks he's got you all figured out, and by then with his distracting sweet talking urging you to speak, he usually does. At least that's what the guards explained to you in as much detail as they could.

"Am I allowed to ask what he's in here for?" The set of keys jingled beside you, but you didn't look over. You were bracing yourself for what was to come. Eunkyuk didn't answer at first, and you immediately knew that was classified information. He wasn't supposed to tell you, or maybe he was allowed too, but was saving you the disgust for whatever he was in here for.

"His sister drowned in a pool three years back." Eunkyuk mumbled, the keys already in his hand.

"How long has he been locked up?"

Eunkyuk shrugged, going to unlock the door. "Only 10 months."

"The courts tried him with child endangerment and neglect." You were becoming more like a detective with all of these questions, but truthfully, it would help you understand Sehun a lot more if you knew why he was here. "Do you think he's innocent?"

Eunkyuk's eyes pointed at you. He didn't trust you. Not fully. More so he didn't trust Sehun. "It's not really my place to say.

"You're right... sorry." The metal door opened, Eunkyuk stepping in first. At first you though Sehun would be behind the door, and sure he was, but he was also behind a set of bars. From what you could see through the gaps of the bars, he was sitting in the corner on an uncomfortable looking bed, eyes trained on an uneaten orange that he tossed in the air.

You gulped. "Don't you think this is a little much?" You asked. "I don't chose where he gets placed. If it were, he'd be dead." You just nodded at his harsh statement.

Unlocking the cell, you stepped in, turning on your heels to stare at the kind guard who escorted you. "Thank you for walking me down here. If you don't mind, I'll need privacy to speak with him."

Eunkyuk nodded, "I'll be outside if you need me."

As soon as Eunkyuk you felt somewhat less nervous. You didn't know how that made any sane, especially since you were supposed to feel safe and les nervous around trained guards. But now, Eunkyuk couldn't breathe down your neck about what you weren't supposed to do.

You needed to look in his eyes. He'd think something was up. You figured that much. Plus, you felt it was rude.

Taking a deep breathe, you turned around to face the supposed criminal who wasn't even paying you no mind; just continuing to toss the fruit in the air as if he wasn't the least bit curios as to who you were.

Eunkyuk informer you that you were the first psychologist to ever see Sehun, so he might be a little standoffish.

"Hello, I'm Y/n." Taking a seat on the cold metal chair situated in front of a metal table, you welcomed him with a warm smile; hoping he'd join you. "What's your name?" The ink colored haired man didn't answer at first, but when you opened your mouth to speak he proved he'd been paying attention the whole time.

He commented, "You already know it." He was right. You'd been informed his name as soon as you got here.

"Wouldn't it be better to introduce yourself?" You questioned, eyes trained on his lean figure.

His dark eyes rolled. "Why? When you already know my name." You shrugged, staring down at your finger nails, beginning to pick at the yellow polish. It wasn't due to nervousness — okay, maybe it was, it was a habit.

"I already know the name that goes with what the guards told me. Don't you want to tell your side?" His dark eyes flickered towards you, and his head nodded up. Finally, you could see his face, it was no longer cloaked in the dark. He was absolutely gorgeous. Like art in a museum, like a Greek God. With his capturing dark brown, almost black eyes, inky hair to match perfectly. His shoulders seemed broad from your seated position, and overall he just looked so attractive.

How had someone so handsome and good looking, ended up here? He looked like he should be on the cover of some fancy magazine with handsome and beautiful faces.

"I want to know more about you. I want to talk, but just know you can't trick me." His chuckle sent chills through your body, making your spine tingle. "That's what they all say." He whispered. "I'm different." You argued. Sehun scoffed, "You're no different than Xiajin or Jisoo."

Your eyebrows raised in confusion. Xiajin and Jisoo? You had never heard those names before.

Sitting quite uncomfortably in the somewhat chilly metal seat, you tried to think of who those people could be. They both sounded like female names, but who were they?

He picked up on your confusion, the orange dropping to his right on the thin mattress, moving to sit so he was looking at you.

"Are you not a guard?"

"No, I'm not."

"Great. So you're one of those mad scientist then." He snapped sarcastically.

"I'm not a scientist." You couldn't help but giggle at his completely off assumption. Showing him your badge clipped onto your shirt you said, "I'm a psychologist."

"Even worse." He scoffed. "I'm here to try to understand you." You mumbled gently, hoping not to say anything that would trigger him in any way.

"I don't need a therapist." Hissed your new, intriguing patient.

"Psychologist." You corrected. He eyed you with curiosity. "And maybe not, but it's part of my studies to learn about people like you; you're behavior."

"I didn't kill my sister if that's what you're getting at." Sehun's gaze casted down. "Sure, I've done things. We all have. But I would never do that."

He seemed so honest and pure about what he'd just said. After all, why would he lie now? He was already locked up. Something in you — maybe it was intuition or good guesses — but something in you knew when people were lying.

Looking up to catch his dark eyes you said, "Lets talk about that... If you don't mind."

"I've already told my story thousands of times to them. They don't care,"

"I care."

-

[PRESENT DAY]

He ended up telling you the whole store. His whole story, his family's, his life before and how he got here. At first, he was very sarcastic and seemed standoffish; like he had things on his chest but didn't necessarily want to speak on them. It was alright in your eyes though, you were here to force him to speak on things he might now want to; your job was to understand him to help better your studies.

As Sehun spoke, you learned that his sister had fallen into the lake at Sehun's parents house, and she drowned. He was there, but was on the phone and didn't hear a thing. By the time he'd gotten of of the phone, she was already gone. His arrest to say the least wasn't fair. Not one bit. They're weren't even witnesses. Sehun hadn't seen her fall in, or so he claimed, and the autopsy report came back and she had zero marks or abrasions on her body, meaning had could've of killed her because she had to of been held down.

His sisters name was Yoona, a girl he remembered who had pale skin and the darkest chocolate eyes, with the thickest black straight hair. A girl with so much joy, and then it's all be taken away from her when she slipped fell. Apparently, the criminal picked out his sisters name, he begged his parents to name his sibling who happened to be five years younger than him. He was supposed to look after the young girl, and he'd failed just once. That all it took was once.

He'd blame himself for the rest of his life. For not watching after her. For not seeing. For being so ignorant, although it wasn't intentional.

He was normal before his sister's passing. Just a normal boy, attending normal school. But months before Yoona's eath he found himself getting into trouble with some friends. They stole from a store, he'd been wrapped up in it, and ever since then he'd been stealing. He wasn't rich, but he didn't need to steal. He and Yoona has everything they ever needed, they had loving parents. He didn't come from a broken family. Stealing gave him adrenaline, made him feel cool. It was that rush of having something or doing something you knew you shouldn't. He likes the feeling. But after her death he'd changed into a person he didn't want to be.

Especially after his parents had shut him out, ashamed and scared of what he'd done; no matter how many times he pleaded that he hadn't done anything to Yoona.

At first he was someone who just wanted to talk to you. You understood him better than anyone. You actually wanted to listen to him. But that's where the romance manifested. You fell hard, fast, and first. Whereas it took Sehun a little longer. But he had fallen. Because you were someone who understood him, someone who he'd told just about everything too. The first girl he'd ever told personal things like that.

After being let out almost two years ago for good behavior, and the courts coming to the decision that since there weren't any witnesses and that Yoona didn't have any sort of marks or bruises on her body that implied she'd been held down or worse, they let him go free.

You could finally be together. And to be honest, you liked having a boyfriend who was seen or used to be seen and known as dangerous. It didn't give you a purpose, but it made you feel safe, like nobody could fuck with you. It was something different. Especially since he wasn't your patient anymore; it wouldn't be unprofessional or illegal. Something that wouldn't get you sent to jail.

Or so you thought. Because now you were a criminal on the run with an even worse criminal who used to be the main suspect in a murder investigate.

Looking back at it, you never realized how bad this way.

You've often teased Sehun that your life was much like the villains Harley and the Joker from the DC comics. But he always argued that your life together was much much more entertaining and far more different. He didn't care to evaluate on what he meant half the time, and he always said you'd figure out in due time.

And in due time, like he said, you learned the hard way.

[exo-sow]

Falling into a trap

A/n: I had so much inspiration for this one and I’m happy to be back ! Happy New Years to everybody and I hope you’ll enjoy it ! Also thank you to @rosyyeols who gave me so much good sub!Baekhyun vibes lately ! - Requested by anon.

Genre: Smut, Slight angst and fluff, College!au

Warnings: Sub!Baekhyun, Dom!Reader, Orgasm denial, Miss kink, Blowjob.

Words: 2692

You showed up at school only ten minutes ago and you’ve already heard his voice too much for your sake. You sat down on your chair in the bottom of the class trying to avoid his jokes like every mornings.

“Look who finally came ! Is it my baby Y/N?”

You heard his two friends, Chanyeol and Jongin laughed like they always did while the joker sat next to you, his arm around you on the back of your chair.

“How’s my baby today?”

You didn’t even look at him sighing like usual and getting your belongings out of your bag.

“Not today Baekhyun I’m not in the mood for your shit.”

It’s been almost a year since Baekhyun annoyed you. Only because you made the mistake to tell him that you could never ever think about having sex with him during a party while  you were drinking in the kitchen. He took it as a challenge and here you were. You got use to his behavior and usually it doesn’t bother you that much. Today, however, it just wasn’t the day. Exams were coming, you came back late from your job yesterday and you hadn’t sleep a wink all night because of your roommate and her fucking boyfriend. Yes maybe you were also frustrated and that’s why you couldn’t fall into his trap today. It’s been long since you get laid but you had to be strong. Sometimes you thought about it, maybe it would be great and being honest Baekhyun was one of the hottest guys in the campus but your proud never allowed you to fall. Despite everything, you’ve already moan his name while touching yourself thinking about him under you bouncing on his hips and… -

“Is Miss Y/L/N tired or angry? You know I know a good way to relax.”

“Baek I swear stop calling me like that and leave me alone at least for today !”

“Why don’t you want me to call you like that? Did I detect a kink or something?”

His smirk disappeared when you heard the professor’s voice from the other side of the classroom.

“You two in the back ! If what I talk about is not interesting you can go out I don’t care but if you’re staying here you have to listen to my class ! Is that clear?”

“Sorry professor.”

You couldn’t say anything else and you two focused again until the end of the class.

The bell rang and everybody got out of the classroom. You took your time to avoid Baekhyun but he decided to do the same only to bother you more. You stood up to walk through the now empty classroom only to be stopped by his fingers tangling with yours.

“So why miss Y/L/N is angry huh?”

“For fuck sake Baekhyun let it go! I’m not in the mood !”

His grip on your fingers tightened and his other hand came to your waist, your faces barely touching.

“So what are you in the mood for?”

You felt his breath and you looked at his tongue brushing his bottom lip waiting for your answer as usual but you had a revelation. This boy wanted to mess with you? Today you would be the one messing with him. You raised your eyes back to his.

“Asshole.”

You gave it to him. Your lips were on his and he was the most shocked. It took him a few seconds before responding. When he did your hands went to the back of his neck slightly tugging at his hairs. God it felt so good to have somebody touching you. His hands roamed your body and the moment got steamy. You pushed Baekhyun against the nearest desk and you kissed from his neck to his collarbone hearing encouraging whispers and moans. You tugged at his belt buckle slowly undoing it. You fell on your knees and you saw the spark in Baekhyun’s eyes. Oh boy if he only knows what you were about to do. You drop his jeans to his ankles and you moved back up to his boxer kissing his legs. You let butterfly kisses all around the material and you finally released his hard cock slamming against his stomach. Despite the fact you were at first doing it for a revenge you were still aroused by his manhood and the sight before you. Thinking about what you could do with him wetted your panties and his hand slowly stroking your head woke you up from your dream. Your tongue found his cock, licking it from the bottom to the top. You heard a loud gasp of release from Baekhyun when you took him in your mouth slowly sucking the tip. You went down and took him entirely in your mouth, the tip of his length pushing on the back of your throat but you didn’t give in. Unlike you Baekhyun was a moaning mess because of your teasing.

“Please give me more Y/N!”

You almost scoffed around his dick, you had him beg for you to make him cum with your mouth. You were maybe the one on your knees but you were the one on control.

Your backs and forths were fast and every time your tongue brushed his apparent vein, you heard Baekhyun moaning like a desperate boy above you. Your mouth gave extra importance to his tip while your hand was pumping the rest of his length. Your tongue was fast licking his slit. You heard him moaning and breathing quickly and you raised your head to see the mess you made. You spotted his head falling back and sweat on his temple. You were proud of the result but this also made you feel your underwear totally soaked. You wanted no more than to touch yourself right now but you had to hold your position. You took him back again and you moaned against his shaft. At the same moment you saw his knuckle on the desk getting white due to his grip and you know he was cumming.

“Aaah… Yes ! Yes ! Fuck… I’m cumming ! Keep going !”

When you heard his world you let go of everything and get up. You saw his confused eyes watching you getting your bag on your shoulders. His dick was hard and red as hell and you put your hand on his chest like if you were going to kiss him.

“You really thought you were gonna have what you wanted? I told you to leave me alone and that’s what you get for not listening to me baby boy.”

With that you smiled at him proud of yourself as you get out of the classroom letting him alone with big eyes, opened mouth and a huge hard-on for the day.

______________________

You came back to your empty apartment that night. Your roommate apparently gone to her boyfriend place. You took a shower and slip into your hoodie and a pair of underwear. You were right, you totally ruined the other pair this morning. Fucking Byun Baekhyun… Anyway, you crashed on your couch ready to turn on Netflix when you heard your doorbell. You stood up and opened the door only to see Baekhyun, head down and a sorry expression on his face.

“Hi… I just wanted to say that I’m sorry for what I did to you. I was a real brat this year and I didn’t realised how much it annoyed you.”

He raised his look and discovered your outfit only to blush and drop his gaze immediately. You looked at him amused by his behaviour.

“So you’re saying that you’re sorry?”

“Yes, please forgive me…”

You heard honesty in his words but you wanted to have more fun.

“Show me how much you are sorry and maybe I’ll forgive you.”

“I swear I’ll do anything you want.”

You opened your door and moved from the wall to let him come in. You were fast gripping in wrists and pinned them against the wall besides his head. Your lips connected for the second time today and your tongues danced together in your mouths. The kiss was heated and you caught whispers from Baekhyun when your thigh brushed against his crotch. You pulled out only to see a pout on his lips and his eyes looking at your lips. You trailed a line of kisses along his jaw to his ear nipping at the lobe.

“You know you have to be punished baby boy. What happened this morning was nothing compared to what you really deserve. Are you sure you can do anything for me?”

You were marking his neck while waiting for his answer, your tongue brushing his sweet skin. His breath was calm and a whisper passed his lips when you finished your sentence.

“Yes I can. I’ll be good I promised.”

You let out of his neck. You looked at him in the eyes with a stern gaze.

“My room is the first door on the right. I want to you to wait for me on my bed only in your boxer.”

You brushed your thigh one more time against his semi hard-on and he gasped of surprise at the act.

“Do you understand?”

“Yes.”

“Yes who?”

“Yes Miss.”

You let out of your grip with a little smirk while you looked at him walking to the said direction.

“Good boy…”

You paused before climbing on the bed, your bottom lip between your teeth, admiring the pretty boy in front of you. You climbed on top of him pushing his back on the bed while kissing him. You rubbed your clothed pussy to his cock and he took your waist to push you stronger on him. You immediately took his hands away from you and pinned them above his head again.

“What did I told you earlier?”

“I’m sorry I swear I won-...”

“You really need to be teached don’t you?”

You get out of him and went to your dresser to get a scarf. You joined his hands together and tied them up to the headboard.

“Be happy that I love your moans and don’t want to gag you either.”

You never thought you would have Byun Baekhyun in this position in front of you, tied up on your bed with a hard-on listening to you like that. You came back to bed between is legs palming him gently.

“What do you want me to do baby boy?”

“I want you to punished me.”

You smirked at his answer stroking him faster.

“Why do you want me to punish you?”

“Because I’ve been a bad boy but I only want to be a good boy for you Miss.”

You bent to face him and kissed him while your hand did her magic down his body. You licked down his neck and collarbone biting occasionally to leave hickeys when he thrusted up. You reached his nipple giving kitten licks while you slightly pinched the other. You heard him trying to suppress his moans by biting his lips. You stopped all ministration to remove your hoodie and his boxer. Baekhyun let out a loud gasp of relief by being free from his underwear jail but also by discovering your body. His tips was already red and leaking of precum. You hand travelled down your body pinching your own nipple by the way and sinking into your soaked panties. You spread your wetness all over your clit and began to rub it while you heard Baekhyun whining. You could here the filthy sound of your moisture all along on your slit and you moaned loudly when you inserted the first finger into your hot pussy. You opened your eyes to see Baekhyun ones closed.

“Baekhyun open your eyes.”

He discovered your hand totally lost into your panties and his cock twitching around nothing. You brought your hand up to his thigh stroking gently but avoiding the spot he wanted you to touch the most. His whines were louder and louder with your moans as you made three of your finger work inside of you.

“Please Miss! Touch me please! It starting to hurt!”

You didn’t listen to him when you felt your walls clenching around your fingers as you moaned his name lowering your panties to give him the best sight he could have. He moaned at the view and when you finished, you pulled out your fingers and brought them to his mouth to let him suck you clean as a reward to not have cum.

“Does it feel good?”

“Yes Miss you taste so good.”

You were the one who just had an orgasm but he was the one who seemed to be lost. You saw sweat on his temple like this morning and his breathing was quick and loud. You pulled out your fingers from his mouth and kissed him deeply.

“You’ve been a really good boy you know?”

“Thank you Miss.”

“Do you want to cum Baekhyun?”

You saw the spark of light in his eyes at your words and a smile on his face.

“Yes please.”

You took his length in your hand guiding him to your core and you took him in one motion. You saw his muscles tensing and to be honest you didn’t expect him to be that thick inside of you. You literally could felt him completely everytime you sank back down on him. The picture of his cock brushing your walls made you moan when he hit your g-spot. You put your hands on his chest for leverage while his hands tightened the restraint. He was a moaning mess as you were too. His moans and whines were the most beautiful things you’ve ever heard. You knew he was vocal in daily life but in bed it was even worse.

“Oh my god Baekhyun you’re too good for me, you fill me up so well…”

You thought you could last more before he decided to thrust up and meet your rhythm. You two connected at the same time and you brought your fingers to your clit to help you cumming. At the sight, Baekhyun throwed his head back with a loud moan. It was a miracle you didn’t hear the neighbours shouting at you already.

“Miss can I cum please? I want it so bad please !”

You noticed desperation in his voice when he pronounced these words.

“Yes Baek ! Cum… cum in me!”

You saw his eyebrows frowning and his eyes shutting close as your own orgasm built up. You felt his release hitting your walls while you clenched around him with your name on his lips. You saw stars as your orgasm hit you and felt heat in your entire body. You were exhausted when you get down from it and you opened your eyes to discover Baekhyun with a bright smile, his chest heaving up quickly in harmony with his breath. You bent down and untied is wrists as you saw red marks around them. You started to panic because of them.

“Oh my god are you okay? Did I hurt you ?”

Baekhyun opened his eyes and see your state of panic. You quickly get up from him to get some ointment.

“What? No no I’m okay stay here!”

He grabbed your hand and you collapsed on him again and his arms encircled you to bring you into cuddling. His fingers rubbed your scalp and you hummed at the sensation.

“You know I’m really sorry about what happened.”

“Yes I know Baek.”

He took a deep breath before talking again.

“And I hope you know I wasn’t joking when I always told the others that I like you. I know I was annoying but I didn’t know what to do else… I just want you to know that it means something to me.”

You didn’t know what to respond but when you raised your eyes and meet his you instantly knew.

“To be honest with you, I kind of like you too…”

He smiled at you and took your head in his hands to bring your lips to his and you finally realized there was no trap to fall into.

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•These are all recommended fics, they are not written by me, so please do not accuse anyone else for any work being stolen. •Fics here are only series📚 so make sure to check out the author’s blog for the other/upcoming parts of the story if theres no link here.

✏️ ongoing | 🖇 complete | 📌 discontinued

❣️ fluff | ⛈ angst | 🔥 smut | 🔪 violence

⚡️ fantasy au | 🔫 mafia au | 👑 royal au

🤞🏼 soulmate au | 🧛🏻‍♂️ vampire au | 🐺 wolf au

🍃 upcoming parts

Exo

|| Oh Sehun ||

🖇 Painted hearts ❣️❣️⛈

✏️ With time ❣️⛈🔪⚡️🧛🏻‍♂️ (🍃part XIII)

🖇 La douleur exquise ⛈❣️❣️ (ceo au) “ft Baekhyun”

🖇 Blood lust ⛈❣️🔪⚡️🧛🏻‍♂️

Blood lust epilogue ❣️❣️⚡️🧛🏻‍♂️

🖇 Gucci lane ⛈❣️

🖇 Adrenaline ⛈❣️🔪 (secret agent au)

✏️ Heartbeats ⛈❣️ (🍃part 4)

🖇 Good enough ⛈❣️👑

✏️ The beauty and the tragedy ⛈🔪❣️🔫 (🍃part 12)

✏️ Not really a Cinderella story ⛈❣️🔪👑 (🍃part 12)

📌 You and I ❣️⛈ (🍃part 4)

✏️ Speak Softly, Love ❣️⛈🔫 (🍃part 6)

🖇 Other World Chronicles ⛈❣️🔪⚡️ (book 4/4)

🖇 (i) Scars 💦🤞🏼

🖇 (ii) Fade ⛈❣️🤞🏼 “ft. Kyungsoo”

📌 Paradise lost ⛈❣️🔪⚡️🧛🏻‍♂️

🖇 Do me bad 🔥❣️⛈ “ft Jongin”

✏️ Wicked games ⛈⛈❣️ (🍃part 10)

✏️ Charming ⛈❣️👑 (🍃part 7)

🖇 Gods and monsters 🔪⛈🔫

🖇 Arrange marriage ⛈❣️

✏️ Home away from home ❣️⛈🔥 (🍃part 11)

🖇 Joker ⛈❣️🔪 (psycho au)

🖇 If to please ⛈🔥❣️🔪

🖇 Stay ⛈❣️

🖇 Salvation ⛈❣️👑

🖇 Ecstasy ⛈🔪🔫

✏️ Impeccable ⛈❣️🔪🔫 (🍃part 4)

🖇 Agony❣️⛈ (ceo au)

✏️ Desideratum ⛈❣️🔥 (ceo au) (🍃part 4)

📌 Caught in between ⛈ “ft Jongin”

🖇 Oh! Baby! ⛈❣️

✏️ Electric seduction ⛈❣️🔥⚡️(🍃part 6)

🖇 Look out ⛈🔥❣️🔪 (secret agent au)

✏️ Vulnerable ⛈❣️ (🍃part 2) “ft Chanyeol”

🖇 Stealing ❣️

✏️ Not allowed ❣️⛈🤞🏼 (🍃part 2)

🖇 Thanks ⛈❣️

|| Park Chanyeol ||

🖇 Undo ❣️⛈⛈🔥

🖇 Your name remains the same 🔪⛈❣️🔫 “ft ot9”

🖇 Forsaken ⛈❣️

🖇 Let me ⛈❣️

🖇 Girls vs Boys ❣️

✏️ Shadows 🔪⛈❣️⚡️🧛🏻‍♂️ (🍃part 6)

🖇 A broken heart and a boy in a car ⛈ “ft Kyungsoo”

🖇 Other World Chronicles ⛈❣️🔪⚡️🤞🏼 (book 1/4)

🖇 Tug of war 🔥❣️ “ft Baekhyun”

🖇 Angel ❣️⛈

✏️ Indocrinate ⛈❣️ (ceo au) (🍃part 4)

🖇 Fading leaves ❣️⛈

🖇 Red carnation 🔪⛈❣️🔥🔫

🖇 Bruise ⛈

✏️ Hero 🔪⛈❣️⚡️🧛🏻‍♂️ (🍃part 14)

🖇 Alone ❣️⛈🤞🏼

🖇 Freitag 🔪⛈❣️

|| Byun Baekhyun ||

🖇 Dissonants 🔪⛈❣️🔫 “ft ot9”

✏️ Felon 🔪❣️⛈🔫 (🍃part 13) “ft Kyungsoo”

🖇 Nothing more ⛈❣️

🖇 Cataclysm ⛈❣️🤞🏼

✏️ Wishes ❣️⛈🤞🏼 (🍃 part 5)

🖇 (i) Slave to Pleasure 🔥⛈🔪❣️⚡️🧛🏻‍♂️

✏️ (ii) Slave to Darkness ⛈🔪❣️⚡️🧛🏻‍♂️ (🍃part 6)

🖇 Ambivalent ⛈🔥❣️ “ft Sehun”

🖇 Other World Chronicles ⛈❣️🔪⚡️ (book 3/4)

✏️ Love me not ⛈❣️🔪🔫 (🍃part 11)

🖇 Just like tales ⛈❣️🧛🏻‍♂️

🖇 Mend me ⛈⛈❣️

✏️ His treasure 🔪⛈ (pirate au) (🍃part 12)

🖇 I give up ❣️🔥⛈

✏️ No more secrets ⛈🔪❣️🔫 (🍃part 6)

🖇 Play or die 🔪⛈ (psycho au) “ft Sehun”

✏️ Can’t help falling in love❣️⛈ (🍃part 4)

🖇 I see you ⛈❣️

🖇 Adrenaline ⛈❣️🔥

✏️ Prince of lies 🔪⛈👑 (🍃part 1)

🖇 Pick your poison ⛈❣️⚡️🧛🏻‍♂️ (ceo au) “ft Jongin”

🖇 Tug of war 🔥❣️ “ft Chanyeol”

✏️ The universe in us ⛈ (🍃part 4) “ft Chanyeol, Jongdae, Minseok”

|| Kim Jongdae ||

🖇 Bound ⛈❣️⚡️🤞🏼

✏️ Illicit ⛈❣️ (🍃part 4)

🖇 A royal conclusion ❣️⛈👑

✏️ The Coven ⛈🔪❣️⚡️🧛🏻‍♂️ (🍃part 3)

🖇 Other World Chronicles ⛈❣️🔪⚡️🤞🏼 (book 2/4)

🖇 Exodauntia ⛈❣️🔥⚡️🧛🏻‍♂️

✏️ Keeper 🔪⛈🔫 (🍃part 4)

✏️ My pet human ⛈❣️⚡️🧛🏻‍♂️ (🍃part 17)

🖇 Collision course 🔪⛈❣️🔫

🖇 Caffeine 🔥❣️⛈ “ft Jongin”

|| Kim Jongin ||

🖇 Forbidden ❣️⛈🔪👑

✏️ Insidious ⛈🔪🔫 (🍃part 6)

🖇 You ⛈ ❣️

📌 Caught in between ⛈ “ft Sehun”

✏️ No attachments ⛈🔪❣️🔫 (🍃part 4) “ft Sehun”

🖇 Two sides of a coin 🔪⛈❣️🔫 “ft Sehun, Chanyeol”

|| Kim Minseok ||

✏️ Sweet but psycho 🔪⛈❣️🔫 (🍃part 10) “ft ot12”

|| Do Kyungsoo ||

✏️ Felon 🔪❣️⛈🔫 (🍃part 13) “ft Baekhyun”

🖇 A broken heart and a boy in a car ⛈ “ft Chanyeol”

|| Kim Junmyeon ||

|| Zhang Yixing ||

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Do you have any like joker or Harley Quinn au???

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Russian Roulette (Baekhyun/harley quinn!Jongdae, PG) > Monster (joker!Minseok/harley quinn!Jongdae, R) >Black Pearl (joker!Minseok/harley quinn!Jongdae, R)

-ana

if anyone knows more, please share!

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Your Punishment

Group: EXO

Pairing: Baekhyun!Joker AU x Female Reader

Genre: smut 

Admin: Eevee

A/N: This was requested a long time ago before we swiped the drafts clean and started anew, but I loved this request sm I had to continue what I had for it. It just took me hella long to finish it YIkeS. 

His demeanor was intimidating and frightening as he circled your naked form. The abandoned building was cold, but his stare was colder. Analyzing every detail and curve in your figure; his eyes not missing a single spot of skin. This wasn't the first time you were in this position, but it would be the first time you felt you were actually being punished.

He stopped behind you and you can hear him let out a sigh. You turn your head slightly to look at him but his deep voice stopped you.

"Face forward." He ordered. You obeyed and turned back to face the door. Baekhyun liked things to go exactly as planned. Whether it be a robbery. A hostage situation. Or a killing. Everything has to go correctly.

On the last mission, things happened to go a little haywire and the hostages got free; at your expense. He trusted you to watch over them to make sure the cops didn't get to them in time, but, in all honesty, you were feeling a bit neglected by your vengeful boyfriend, so you let them go.

So what if you let a few hostages go. This mission wasn't as important as he made it out to seem; although he makes EVERY mission feel like it's gonna be the last.

So, now here you were. Naked and eagerly awaiting your punishment. Baekhyun ran his finger down your spine, starting from the top, and you feel goosebumps rise all over your skin. You wanted to move and show him just how much his fingers were affecting you, but you knew you were already in deep shit.

"Did you think what you did was very smart?" His words were like venom and his presence made you shiver.

"N-no." You respond.

"No?" He repeats your answer and you realize your mistake, your stomach twisting in excitement.

"No, sir." You correct yourself. He hums his approval before walking over towards the door. Your eyes widened, thinking he was gonna leave, but you relaxed as you saw him take off his suit jacket. He took his time with it, hanging it nicely on the coat rack before turning back around to you. His eyes met yours for a brief second and you looked away, peeking at him from the corner of your eyes.

He began to roll his sleeves up to his elbows and your eyes grazed over his exposed skin. Baekhyun was never one to show off his toned body; preferring his long sleeve button ups and nice dress pants over some shorts and a tank top, so you took in his arm veins and muscles gratefully.

You heard his footsteps approaching you and moved your eyes back forward. You felt his fingers travel across your shoulder and you tensed at the feeling. He continued to trace his hands down both sides of your arms before he roughly grabbed both of your wrists and held them behind your back.

"I'm gonna make you count how many times I slap that tight ass of yours." Baekhyun whispers in your ear as you feel him tie his dress tie around your wrists; the many years of tying up hostages and civilians made him a pro as he tied you up in under a minute. The tie was tight, but you were too excited about what was to come to care about it.

He pulled up a chair and sat down in it, pulling you over his lap roughly, fueling the heat you felt between your thighs. You loved it when he was rough with you. You bit your lip between your teeth as you felt his hand rub a circle into your right cheek. He brought his hand up and you jolted as he slammed it down where he had previously rubbed.

"One." You start the counting off with bated breath and continued on until the eighth slap. You could feel the burning sensation all over your ass, but the pleasure outruled the pain.

"You're enjoying this punishment more than I am." He says with a chuckle, rubbing your ass a final time before planting a kiss on it.

"Now, get up." He orders with authority clear in his voice. You immediately shuffle off his lap, quite ungracefully; considering your hands are tied behind your back. You stand up and wait for him to tell you what to do. Your legs wobbled as you stood up on your own and you impatiently awaited for Baekhyun's next order.

"On your knees." He says as he starts to work on the buttons of his dress shirt. Without hesitation, you sink to your knees and watch as he pulls his shirt off; hanging it with his jacket on the coat rack. He turned back around to face you, tugging his belt off as he sauntered his way over to you. Your tongue unconsciously peeked out to wet your lips as you predicted what was coming next.

He stood in front of you and brought his hand down to your face, letting his fingers run down the side of your face and lift your chin up to face him eye to eye.

"Suck my cock, kitten." He growled and you felt goosebumps rise all over your body. Wordlessly you watched as he pulled his dick from the confinement of his pants. He pushed the tip against your lips and you opened your mouth hungrily for him. You flattened your tongue as you moved it across his head; keeping your gaze on him. You sucked on the tip before starting to bob your head on his shaft.

He made no sounds, not wanting to give you any satisfaction, but one glance up at his face could tell you how much he was really enjoying this. His eyes lidded and staring right at you as his mouth unintentionally dropped open. The sight turned you on even more, egging you on to work harder and faster to get him to cum.

You only had your mouth to work with, since your hands were bound behind your back, so your actions were limited, but that didn't disable you much. You felt one of his hands move to the back of your head and push you down to deepthroat him; successfully making you gag on his cock. You let out a strangled moan before he pulled out of your mouth, his abdomen twitching as his climax edged closer.

You moved faster and bobbed your head as quickly as you could without hurting yourself; starting to hear is ragged breaths from his parted mouth.  Without warning, you felt the warm substance all over your tongue, then it was on your chin as he pulled his dick out of your mouth. You licked your lips and looked up at him, wanting him to see you taste him.

Baekhyun stared at you for a second as he caught his breath and smirked a bit. He reached out to you and used his thumb to wipe some of his cum off of your chin; putting it towards your mouth so you could lick it off. He chuckled a bit as he watched you lick his thumb clean.

"Good girl." He says as he starts to walk away from you.

He moved to grab the chair from earlier and turned back around towards you; his eyes were studying you and you could only imagine what he sees. A woman with her hands tied behind her, spit and pre-cum staining her lips and chin, ass painted red by his own hand, and her thighs rubbing to relieve the constant ache she was feeling in her pussy.

"Stand up, kitten." He said as he set the chair right in front of you with a thud. You stand up, the pet name he gave you triggering an obedient trait within you. It was just a nickname, you knew that, but the presence behind it and the way he said it always made something turn within you.

Baekhyun walked behind you, pressing his still-erect dick to your sensitive ass, and started to untie to tie around your wrists. You wondered what he was planing in that devious head of his. You know better than anyone how unpredictable Baekhyun was, so it was almost impossible to guess. He pulled your arms in front of you and proceeded to tie your wrists, again, to the back of the chair.

"Keep your hands here and maybe I'll let you cum." He whispers in your ear, his warm breath giving you goosebumps. You stay still as you feel his arm travel up your spine and bend you over the chair a bit; your head being able to rest on your arms. His cock still was pressed against your backside and you realized that again when he started to create subtle friction. If your mind had been anymore hazy, you wouldn't have noticed it.

You let out a moan as his hands made contact with your ass, massaging your cheeks. With one quick movement, you felt his fingers travel down between your legs. The pads of his fingers gently touched your wet folds and you gasp, your heart rate picking up. He held your waist with one hand and started to rub your pussy with more vigor. You stood on your tip-toes involuntarily and laid your head on your arms as he started to rub your clit.

Your moans started to grow louder and your breathing more sporadic as he used his fingers on you; slowly starting to ease one of them into you.

"Fuck." You curse, followed by a breathy moan as he pumps his finger in and out of you. He curls his finger inside of you and you hear him laugh as you moan loudly.

"Gonna cum from just my one finger?" He teases in a questioning voice. You don't want to cum, not yet, but his finger was hitting every pleasure point you had and he wasn't holding back at all. He inserted another finger and worked them in and out of you.

You clenched your walls around his fingers and shut your eyes, feeling your orgasm in the pit of your stomach. Your legs were feeling weak, like jell-o, but before you were able to finish, Baekhyun pulled away. A taunting laugh sounded from behind you as Baekhyun walked away from you, ridding you of your orgasm. You felt too exhausted to give him the reaction he wanted, which was an outburst, and instead just waited for his next move.

You looked up from your arms and watched as he pulled a condom out of one of the drawers of his desk. Your oversensitive core revitalized as he sauntered over towards you. The look in his eyes was almost animalistic, and it was hot. He opened the package and you watched as he rolled it over his erect penis. He disappeared behind you and you anticipated what was to come.

Baekhyun abruptly brought his hand down on your ass and you jumped at the contact; the sting of it vibrating down to your core. You felt his fingers at your entrance again as he focused on your clit. The tip of his dick pushed against your wet folds and your mind went blank. Your whole plan of letting those hostages go and making him punish you lead to this moment. And it was all worth it.

He slowly pushed in further and let out a low grunt once he was completely inside you. You couldn't hold back the loud moans as his thrusts started to pick up speed. You knew from the beginning he wasn't gonna hold back and you were glad he wasn't, a good fucking is what you needed.

His hips snapped deliciously into you as you gripped onto the back of the chair. The wooden feeling underneath your fingers being the only thing reminding you that this was real. Your breathing was fast and erotic as you felt the familiar knot in your stomach. You could hear Baekhyun's breathing grow deeper and more frequent. His thrusts were sporadic and started to fall apart in form, and you were starting to fall apart as well; at least that's what it felt like.

"Cum with me, kitten." Baekhyun said; followed by a sultry moan. You followed his command and let the pleasure overtake you, leaving you writhing and moaning as you tried to keep yourself standing. Your legs would've loved nothing more than to give out, but you were too overwhelmed to even think about letting your legs drop.

You felt him pull out of you and he lazily walked around to the front of you. He gently grabbed your chin between his middle and index finger and smiles as he sees your lidded eyes make eye contact with him.

"Good girl." He said quietly before letting go of your face and walking to where his pants lay. You watched as he got dressed before realizing that you were still tied up.

"Baekhyun." You weakly call out once you found your voice that had sudden;y disappeared. He turned around to face you as he grabbed his dress shirt and waited for your question. You motioned to your hands and wiggled them as much as you could to signify what you were asking. Baekhyun wasn't dumb, but he loved to act like he was.

"Hm? I'm sorry, I don't really know what you're asking me. It better not be that you want out? Is it?" He asks you, the authority behind his voice sending a chill down your spine. He finishes his buttons on his shirt and starts to rub out any visible wrinkles. He grabs his suit jacket and turns back to face you.

"I'm not done with you yet, kitten. Wait for me to come back and I'll finish your punishment."

[thethirstynoona]

Upcoming Fic Teaser

What a handsome devil he was…if only you’d ignored the raging depravity pumping through his veins – those pervasive, protruding blue lines that contrasted his perfect pale skin…the same veins that rubbed against you when he’d wrapped his arms around you in a heated embrace… Well, had it not been for his wicked games, perhaps you might not have found yourself behind bars.  It was fine; you had offered yourself as sacrifice to save Mr. B. You knew he’d break you free of your shackles soon…

It had started out on a day just like any other.  The event that made that day distinctive was the unexpected trip to the ATM machine at your bank – what had initially seemed like a superfluous task to complete your lunch order had turned into the catalyst that had sparked the spiraling inferno of passion, lust, and debauchery.

Title: Ride or Die (working title) Category: Angst | Drama | Smut | Violence | Joker!AU Group/Star Player: EXO-CBX | Baekhyun Current Completion: 30% (Estimated Word Count - 8,000) Estimated Post Date: June 11, 2017 Requested by my favorite Monster reblogger, @baekmuffin :)

[yeolnope]

quick rec list

seeing as the thirst is real with fanfics and me, I decided to compile a list of my nearest and dearest.

enjoy! xx

EXO:

ot7:

the cartel (chanyeol's + baekhyun’s were fav bc smut)

monster (one of the best series’ i’ve read, yandere exo are v naughty)

chanyeol:

whiplash (fake dating au, soooo well written)

fours (in love with wolf!chan, fluffy)

the reasons why (this fluff completely wrecked me)

bite me (vampire!chan, smuuuttt)

quiver (v rude chan, smut)

bruise (IF YOU’RE GOING TO READ ANYTHING PLS READ THIS I CRIED SO HARD, literally everything)

hero (one of the most addictive fics i’ve read, rec the shittttt out of this)

kyungsoo:

bookstore shenanigans (the rudeness of this tho…)

xiumin:

patient confidentiality (vampire!minnie, smuuuut)

lay:

sanctity (demon!yixing, smut)

baekhyun:

bruise (boxer!baek is rood)

guardian (with jongdae)

sehun:

scars (i totally did NOT cry at this soulmate au angst-fest)

suho:

replay (lord help me smutty smut with super!suho)

into it (smutty idol!suho)

power play ( *cries* smutty suho)

jondgdae:

guardian (emotionally invested in this and ascension, guardian angel jongdae)

jongin:

did you see? (oml the fluff killed me)

GOT7:

ot7:

a theory (smut, lowkey/highkey need this to happen to me)

the council (smut)

mark:

chained up (of course its smut, who do you think i am lol)

jinyoung:

iron crown (this was phenomenal) + (smut)

MONSTA X:

kihyun:

sugar sweet (luv bff changkyun, luv snarky kihyun)

BTS:

yoongi:

pluviophile (fluff/minute amount of smut)

bonnie + clyde (vampire au)

punishment (smut)

namjoon:

the cards: king (smut)

jimin:

wanderer (angst)

jungkook

in bloom (smut smut smut)

guilty as charged (v v v good smut)

tempter (smut)

taehyung

all this and heaven too (fluff/smut)

the cards: joker (smut)

manspreading (smut)

hoseok

yes, oppa (omgsmut)

hot & cold (smutttt)

jin:

tonight i’m all yours (smut)

confession (fluff)

the cards: ace (smut)

OT7

kairos (fluff/angst/eventual smut)

NCT:

yuta:

a good fuck (totally not smut lmao, fuckboy!yuta)

MIXED GROUP:

jaebum and kyungsoo

[baekhyuq]

Oh yes!!

how about a joker!au and crime au with baek(idk how will my inno heart handle that but…)

and i really am curious about this so i hope you have an answer to this …. In your recent halloween two-shot baek came back later on so could he disappear again? And because he sold his soul to the devil or demon is that why he can’t go to hell??

ita really been on my miind and im waiting for get you alone update UwU

Hi<333 Baekhyun sold his soul there for he has no soul and is just a spirit/phantom that cannot go to heaven or hell. He only disappears when he is low energy(because he cannot use his energy to manifest himself in the real world), but now that he's with "Y/n" he never experiences that feeling because his hotel was draining him of energy. So he wont disappear from "Y/n" because she gives him energy to be with her :') this made me cry and its my own story bye LMAO.

[parkbearum]

Salvation

Kingdom AU! Prince Sehun!

Reader X Sehun

Part 1

“While the royalty stared at her in amazement, the lost princess stood there,blinking blankly....”

The shivers traveled up your body, making you hug yourself as the gentle wind kept blowing.The small cardigan was now not enough for you as the weather kept getting colder.You saw small children run down the rock path, chasing each other as their small lips got covered in a generous smile.You only managed to stand there and watch them as a small sigh left your lips from the spacious balcony of the great castle.

It had been a few months since you were back, you were still getting used to it.The wise-man of the kingdom,Lu had told you that you had been hit too hard,resulting in losing your memory,especially your childhood.He also told you that it would better for your brothers to act normal around you like they used to,a hope that maybe your memory would show up again.

As the days passed, you were starting to learn more, about yourself and your kingdom.Your 9 other brothers helped you,more than you ever thought it was possible.Jongin always kept his eyes on you as he felt he was more responsible as your biological brother.You could tell he loved you dearly,they all did and they made sure they did their best at helping you remember.

You felt a big hand on your waist while you were still feeling drowned in your own thoughts.Your biggest brother,Suho smiled softly at you while he took a look at the view of your kingdom,his kingdom.You could tell he loved to rule and was the perfect match.He was still looking for a bride for himself,even though you had no idea.

“Morning” he said,looking at the cheerful kids on the street.

“Good morning” you breathed out as his hand remained on your waist.You could tell he was about to say something.

“How are you,Y/N?” he asked looking at your eyes while a sigh left your lips.

“Fine,I guess?” you said,unsure of how you felt.You knew Suho was the reliable one from day one and you felt comfortable talking to him.

“I see you’re still adjusting.” he said in a low tone.You knew all of your brothers were watching you, some more than others.

“Yes.It’s still a bit unfamiliar to my memory but I try to be natural.” you said truthfully as he looked at you.

“At least you’re trying.” he chuckled bitterly.

“Hey! What does that supposed to mean?” you said as you slowly hit his shoulder.He took your small fist on his hand,smiling at you actions.

“You never change.” he said as his smile faded away. “I was talking about Baekhyun” he said while a sigh left his lips.

A rather loud laugh left your lips as Suho started talking,also offended at your actions.

“That man never listens and makes fun of everything.He just jokes around, even in the morning exercises with Ho.” he said as you gathered your breath which was now short from laughing too much.

Baekhyun was a total tease and even  a stranger could tell.Not just your kingdom but all the kingdoms knew how playful he was and he still kept his nickname,”JokelyXion”,which literally meant Joker of The EℓyXiOn Kingdom.He usually took the morning exercises seriously,which was a routine for all the kingdom where everyone warmed-up their bodies,from archery to sword fights.Baekhyun was good at horse riding even though he could not beat you,just like your other brothers.

“Some of us are early.” you heard kai say as he approached you and Suho.

“Yea,well.I’ll have to see a minister before going into town so take care guys.” said suho as he left for the preparations.You still felt a bit awkward around Kai.After seeing him cry,it made you feel close to him and you could not ignore the affection he showed towards you.

You both watched him leave and not too long after,the air hot thicker with the tension building inside,his eyes on you.You looked at his eyes this time,which you had been avoiding for so long,scared of the truth laying behind them.

“How you doin’,ladybug?” he asked you as you smiled softly at his words.You had special nicknames for each other ever since you entered this kingdom.Kai id not tell you about your parents so you assumed it was something to keep away from.He thought of the nicknames when he saw all 7 of them approach you with sweet words,afraid you might abandon him.He made sure you always remembered,how special you and him were.

“I’m alright.” you said,hugging the cold column with red patterns while kai stood there,watching you with a smile.”How ‘bout you,Nini?” you asked,making him smile wider.

“I’m fine” he said,pinching your nose while you made a not-so-annoyed face.”You’re not telling me something,ladybug.” he said, making a bitter face.

“What?” you asked with wide eyes,making him smile once again.You knew he was the one who would notice your mood first ,he knew you the best,but you could not help it.”It’s nothing” you said,avoiding eye contact.

“If you say so” he said while caressing your hair,making you go silent all of a sudden.You heard him chuckle after hearing breakfast sounds from the big hall,making you two run towards it.

You saw all your brothers and generals look at you with a shocked expression,some of them smiling at you playfully.You both immediately fixed your hair and clothes and bowed in a second,making their impressions soften.You saw Chanyeol poke Baekhyun under the table,baek whining while he caressed his stomach.While you walked towards your seat on table,you touched his shoulder,acting clueless while he turned towards you with wide eyes.You knew it would bug him the whole day.

You sat down on the table in front of Sehun which was now smiling at you.He still made your heart skip a beat but you decided to as normal as possible when he was around.He sometimes visited you during archery and told you many stories and you visited him during his language practices,learning more and more with him.

All you could say that he was the kindest soul you had ever seen.

“Good morning” he said as he looked at you with soft eyes.

“Morning” you said as you took a look at the table,stomach still growling while the generals made a disapproving faces at you actions while suho winked at you.

“Did you sleep well?” he asked as he took a bite of his food.

“Kind of.” you said,his eyebrows furrowing.

“Chen and Xiumin would not stop talking on the balcony.” you said,making him chuckle.

“I guess they had too much to drink last night” he said as you offered him a kind smile,making his heart flutter.”You should close your window,it’s getting colder,you might catch a cold.” he said as he processed his food while you looked at him with soft eyes,your heart racing faster than a horse.

“Yeah.” you said,fixing your hair which was now all over your face after eating,you were not exactly an elegant princess.He chuckled at your actions and helped you fix it,still smiling.

You heard Suho say something to him before he accompanied you to your room.”You should get ready” you heard him say after he planted a kiss on your cheek in front of your door.

For the last 3 hours,it was all about getting you ready.You heard about a kingdom paying a visit but you did not remember the name.Aunt Mary tightened the straps of the dress while a maid did your make-up,you only sighed.

“Why the rush?” you asked her as she made an annoyed expression.

“It’s the Exodus Kingdom,you’ll see it when they come” she breathed out and you rolled your eyes.

Another 15 spent on your face and hands,you were more than tired.You already felt your body go stiff in the uncomfortable dress.When Aunt Mary took a last look at you,she made an approving sound and you heard the doorknob form outside.You heard a few footsteps form the back while the maid ordered you to keep your head steady along with your body.

You felt a pair of hands on your back,loosening the straps of the satin dress.You left out a sound in relief,making him giggle.

“Hey sis” said yixing,who was now wearing a green armor suit.

“Wow! You look really handsome!!” you said,wanting to make him smile.He chuckled a bit,flustered at your words.

“What’re you doing here?” you asked him with wide eyes while the maid kept playing with your hair.

“You look magnifiycnt” he said,trying to pronounce the word.

You chuckled slightly,nodding your head.You knew he was not from the close kingdoms and that was the reason for his accent.He still spoke a lot of the local languages and remained silent most of the time when there was a discussion.You knew he still needed some time to open up but he was not bottled inside himself around you.

“Is that the new word you learned?” you asked curiously.

“Yes,kyungsoo taught me,I think he took from the book he was reading” he said cutely,making you smile.

“It’s pronounced as magnificent” you said to him,listening closely.

“Mangificent?” he asked,making you and the maid laugh while he had a confused face,

“Magnificent” you said slowly,him processing your word.

“Magnificent?” he said with a expression that made you want to pinch his cheeks.

“Perfect!” you said as Aunt Mary entered the room,looking at yixing and you.Both of your eyes widened at her presence,knowing that he was not supposed to be here.

“Oh my,What’re you doing here?” she asked yixing while she walked closer to him,fixing his clothes and hair once more.

“I’m visiting my sister” he said with a bunny expression.

Normally,Aunt Mary would scold the person and nag about it for a long time but because it was yixing,she just smiled and walked away.People around here had something special for him,including you.He helped you get off the wooden table and you both walked towards the entrance of the castle where your brothers were waiting for the Exodus Kingdom.

You saw all of their faces lit up at your sight.Baekhyun opened his mouth to say something but his mouth stayed opened,no words coming out of him for the first time in a while.Suho smiled softly at you while the other either smirked or looked proudly,you heard Sehun gulp at your sight but you did not look at him,knowing he would make you gulp with that armor suit.

“Yahhh!!!!!” said baekhyun,everyone looking at him in surprise.”Who are you?” he asked jokingly,making all the people smile.

Yixing mumbled something to Sehun in his language while you heard horse sounds,signalling that the kingdom was here.Chanyeol and Chen took your hand and helped you walk on the rock surface while you all waited for them to arrive.None of you knew the real reason why they were here except Suho,but you felt like it was normal for one Kingdom to visit another so you kept your mouth shut.

You saw three man get out of the big carriage,looking really fancy with the way they were dressed.You tightened your grip at Chanyeol’s hand,making him look at you in confusion.

“It’s fine” he said,kissing your cheek.”They know your condition so do not worry.” he breathed out,making sure your eyes were steady.You nodded in exchange and he turned his gaze towards the guests once again.

You saw one graceful lady get out,her eyes dazzling blue as she smiled towards you.You all first thought she smiled at you but soon you realized that she was actually smiling to Suho,who was now really impatient.

“Of Course!” you heard baekhyun smile under his breath while all the others smirked,leaving you in confusion.

“What?” you asked him between Chen.

“You did not see it?” said Chen in confusion.You stared at him a few seconds,realizing why they were here while your pupils got wider,making baek,chen and kai chuckle.

She was his bride he had been looking for so long.

You smiled to yourself while Chanyeol told the story behind the princess and Suho.”Ever since they met on the summer festival,Princess Lee had been on his mind all the time” he had told you,leaving you breathless at how amazing he was.

“Wow,He sure is fast” you murmured under your breath while all your brothers started to laugh loudly,making suho look at you.You offered him a gentle smile and walked towards the Princess which was now waiting for you.

You were about to bow when she hugged you tightly,making you smile in exchange.She felt so warm and peaceful.You saw tears in her eyes when she pulled out,making you wipe them.

“What’s wrong?” you asked her in shock.”Is my dress tat bad?” you heard a few chuckled from behind while she held onto you.

“I missed you” she said,hugging you tightly.

After a small talk with the princess on the entrance,now you were sitting between Xiumin and Yixing while they talked about the wedding arrangements with the king.He sometimes glanced at your direction but you could tell that he wanted to keep the distance.

You felt a foot under your chair while baekhyun chuckled slightly,making Xiumin groan.You were loving how playful baekhyun is but now was not the time nor the place.You caught his foot between yours,holding them strongly as Xiumin smirked at his direction.You maintained your smug expression while all your brothers smiled at your actions.

“.......cherry blossom season might be better for another coalition...”

“.......yes,the army....”

“..the white forces would be proud.” 

You immediately let go of Baekhyun when you heard The White Forces.They all looked at you with confusion when you started to listen to their conversation.They could tell that you were curious but it was Suho’s mission,not yours.

“Let’s go to your room,Shall we?” you heard the princess say as she took your arm.

“Yes,Of course” you said when you both walked towards the room.

She took your hand and examined it,touched and caressed your hand.”You’ve been through a lot” she said when you sat down at you feathery pillow.”The war must’ve been tough on you” she breathed out,walking in the room.

“It was okay” you mumbled and saw his motherly smile at you.

“What have you been up to?” she asked you,acting close to you,hoping that you would remember your precious memories.

“Nothing much” you said as she played with your hair.”You’re getting.....”

“Married to Suho? Yes” she said softly.”I’m sure you do not recall the memories but you were pretty happy about it,also about your life.”she said making you look at her in exchange.

“No,I do not” you said,staring at your hands.

“It’s okay sweetie.” you heard her say as she danced around the room.

“As long as you remember about Sehun” she sang and you immediately gasped for air.

“What about him?” you asked making her pupils go wide.

“Please,do not tell me you don’t remember”

There is goes! I’m on a holiday now so I would love to write more requests.MAMA is today and I ain’t ready lol.

[guesswho-mp3]

[ Lady Luck ]

Au: twoface!baekhyun | Pairing: character x reader | Warning: language, death, gore/body horror, mentions of smut and sexual references | Rating: 16+ | Word Count: 1.6k

This is: Visage 1 | Visage Two

“Can you promise me something?”

He felt you squeeze his arm that was intertwined with yours and you glanced at him. Both of you were done up for the election fundraiser, Baekhyun wearing a bespoke black suit, his butterscotch hair smoothed to the side; you wearing a long teal number and elegant jewelry. “What’s that?”

“That you’ll stay by my side?” There was a slight tremor to his voice as he spoke, feeling totally out of his element in a room full of chattering socialites. It was amazing to see the great Baekhyun Hahm, the man who has confronted mob bosses and criminals galore without so much as a stutter be reverted to a trembling puppy at having to rub shoulders with Gotham’s elite trust fund babies.

You blew air from your lips surveying the room, sharks in suits circling the premise, eyeing you two like you were the minnows. “In every other scenario, yes, but right now I’m afraid you’re on your own, future Mr. District Attorney. Go network, and play nice!” You gave him a pointed look, kissing his cheek before you went off to go mingle, leaving him to curse under his breath.

His outsider status didn’t long when a hand clapped his shoulder, Baekhyun looking up to see Jaehyun with two champagne glasses. The man was every bit as suave as he always was, black locks slicked back and clad in a designer suit. It probably cost more than the attorney’s car.

“Hahm, enjoying the party?” The billionaire asked. Baekhyun thanked him, sipping from the flute, hoping for a little liquid courage as he fidgeted with his tie.

“You didn’t tell me there was going to be so many people.” There had to have been one-hundred people packed into the space, waiters bustling to and from the kitchens as stuffed shirts talked politics, their mistresses hanging off their arms. Everyone was another check waiting to be cashed in for the DA’s election campaign. While such a mercenary outlook was unbecoming of him, he had to come to terms with the fact that he would have to suck up to a few of Gotham’s elites if he wanted the ‘Our Hope in Hahm’ posters hanging from the bannisters to be something more than just frivolous decoration.

“Oh please, this is just a few business associates. By the time we’re done, we’re gonna have every man, woman, and child in Gotham wearing a ‘Hahm for DA’ button,” Jaehyun emphasized with a charming smile. Baekhyun had to give it to him, he was certainly a charmer, the statement causing his stress to slowly ebb away.

“While we’re on the topic Jaehyun, I wanted to say thank you for opening up your home to host the fundraiser, your support for my campaign means a lot to me.” Having Gotham’s favorite son backing him was a great advantage, his policies to end crime mostly came at the expense of the wealthy’s pockets. That’s why he was surprised when Jaehyun approached him offering to publicly pledge his support, and offering a copious amount of funds and connections to get him into office.

The billionaire passively shrugged. “I do it because I believe in you Hahm. You’re trying to do good for this city and I haven’t seen someone try to do that since my parents. You’re not afraid to fight for what you believe in, even if it makes you the target of a certain deranged clown. They don’t call you Apollo for nothing, you’re the face of justice and order being restored to Gotham’s streets. Our own White Knight.”

Baekhyun took in his words, catching sight of his love in the process. She was speaking to Jaehyun’s ward, Martin or Mark, something like that. Both were situated near the hors-d'oeuvre table, the preteen bouncing on the balls of his feet, talking her ears off but she was hanging onto every word, totally engrossed as he explained acrobatic stunts and technique.

“I just want to do what’s right for her—“ he caught himself, clearing his throat, “ everyone.” Jaehyun looked to where Baekhyun’s attention was diverted and chuckled. He saw the admiration he had for his ‘Lady Luck’ as the media portrayed her.

“I’m going to ask her to marry me after the debate,” he admitted to the playboy, stars in his eyes.

Jaehyun laughed and grabbed him by the shoulders, pushing him to the center of the foyer. “She will definitely say yes if that’s all that you’re worried about. This deserves a toast.” Jaehyun set his champagne flute on a passing waiter’s saucer and clapped his hands, gathering everyone’s attention. “Hey, let’s hear it for Baekhyun Hahm, the new face of Gotham City!”

“The Joker is laying down clues for his next attack, we have no time to waste. Look, he’s already killed Judge Merillo, and the calling card found on the body had my girlfriend’s name on it. We need to act now before somebody else pays the price for our inaction. ” The whole city was on the fritz when city politicians and public figures started dropping dead. Crawling up from Gotham’s underbelly, the newest Clown Prince of Crime was shaking up the established control over the city. More recently, he publicly broadcasted the previous Commissioner being stabbed, prompting Moon as his Lieutenant to be sworn in.

“Yes I’m aware. Which is why I’m telling you, Hahm, that we will do whatever we can to make sure that nothing will happen to either of you,” he reassured, nursing a cup of coffee. In the reflected lights of the city Moon looked older, the stress and strain he was under making him appear older, eye bags darker. Even Baekhyun was run ragged, hair slightly askew and his dress shirt rumpled under all the stress and running himself thin trying to protect his lover.

“What, you and your corrupt cops? Your reassurance means nothing to me, Moon. I know you have spies on the force, so I need you to promise me that you’ll handle this. Personally. Or else I will.”

“Is that a threat?” The Commissioner gruffed.

“It’s not a threat, this is my promise.” It was resolute, not to be trifled with. “ You need to be there when I need you most, Moon. That includes you,” he addressed the Bat, who was waiting in the shadows of the building’s scaffolding.

“I need to make sure that everyone close to me is safe until I’m elected. After that, I will bring this city the justice it deserves and put the clown away myself. And that starts with me cleaning up the police force.” The district attorney left it at that, throwing open the door to the police precinct and exiting, both man and bat watching him go.

“Do you think he can do it?” Moon inquired. The Dark Knight came out from the darkness and appeared behind him, steps silent.

His deep timber rang in the night, words hanging heavy in the air before disappearing in puffs of fog. “He has to. He’s what this city needs. If I can be what criminals run from, he can be what the helpless reach for. A ray of light and hope for people to cling to. A symbol. Gotham’s Apollo.”

“Hahm, you’re on in fifteen seconds,” a technician cued, Baekhyun nodded half-mindedly, too focused on the ways your lips were moving as you fussed over his hair.

“Baek I don’t see what you’re worrying about, the public loves you, you’re gonna do amazing,” she rattled on, and he cut her off with a peck on the lips. He stepped back chuckling as he straightened his tie, as she was stuck in a daze.

“Ten seconds, Mr. Hahm.”

He grasped her hands in his. “Well, wish me luck.”

“I thought you made your own luck,” she coyly retorted.

“I did. I used it to decide if I should go to Gotham University, and whether I should run for the DA position. But my favorite was when I flipped it to see whether I should approach the pretty girl hunched over her textbooks in the library,” he flirted, referencing the day the hot-shot law major showed up in front of her during a study session, a smirk and a coffee in his hand.

His gaze turned tender. ”But now I don’t need to. Not when I have you.” He soothed his palm over hers, the coin clasped between. He walked backwards toward the curtain adjusting his suit jacket, “I bet on heads for all of them by the way,” he called, sending you one last wink before Gotham’s Apollo took the stage.

The weight of his most prized possession was comforting in her hand, flipping the disc over she saw the Greek goddess, Nemesis, her weighing scales poised and balanced. Both sides depicted heads.

“Ma’am? This way please,” her escort directed. His eyes were shifting from left to right, cold sweat on his forehead like he was nervous but she didn’t pay any attention to it. Probably his first day.

She didn’t make it five feet before she was knocked out cold.

The debate was getting heated, Baekhyun’s impassioned speech about police reform underway, as a broadcast assistant skittered on the stage, placing a single flower on the podium.

Odd. The daisy was a fake, plastic with a hollow center. He picked it up in his left hand and studied it, finding a card wrapped around the stem. He heard a small pneumatic hiss release from out of the center and he tilted his head in confusion. Unfolding the playing card, the district attorney paled.

‘All work and no play makes Hahm a dull boy.’

A gunshot went off, the sound reverberating through the crowd of reporters and attendees who scattered searching for shelter. Baekhyun looked up, just as acid sprayed from the fake flower onto his face. He collapsed to the ground, writhing as his skin was eaten off of his face, flesh bubbling and burning.

“Mr. Hahm! Can you hear me Mr. Ha—”

“Christ, look at his face—”

“—he’s not coming back from that.”

“It’s the Bat!”

“Poor son of a bitc—“

[puppyeoll]

Hook, Line, and Sinker

Joker!Baek

AU List

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Did you think crashing one party gets you off the hook? I know you have more up your sleeve.

Baekhyun closed the message in frustration. Time was ticking and he was running out of ideas. The threat was a tangible thing; a creature, breathing down his neck at all times just waiting to snap. He grabbed his cane, something he was using more for its original purpose than his tool for destruction, and exited the run down pastry shop. He had some damage to do.

You sat at the round table in the batcave, scrolling through your phone while Batman did some routine investigation on the big screen. He peeked over his shoulder at you and shook his head.

“Why don’t you pay more attention, Robin? I could use your help on this situation.”

Little did he know, you were also looking up recent news stories to see if you could find something hidden in them. But they were full of nothing out of the ordinary.

Frustrated, you put your phone down and looked up at him. “Why didn’t you tell me the real Joker is alive.”

“I’ll save that for another day…”

“I wanna know now!” You raised your voice. Batman looked at you surprised. “I’m sorry, but I’m tired of everyone telling me to wait. Stop hiding things from me, I can handle it.”

He ran a hand through his hair, a typical frustrated gesture. You felt no sympathy, he brought this all upon himself.

“Did Nightwing tell you?”

“It doesn’t matter,” you snap. “The point being is that you didn’t. I’m not the same helpless girl you picked off the streets. You can tell me.”

“You’re right.” He concedes. He turns back to the big screen and starts pulling up files in multiple windows. You gather that it must be all the evidence he’s collected so far. One news article in particular brings a tightness to your chest.

“Why is that there?”

Junmyeon’s expression softens and you see his shoulders slump. “That’s where I believe it started.” He zooms in on the article, one about a fire that destroyed an entire 10 story apartment building and nearly everyone in it.

“The day I lost my family?”

“You weren’t the only one to lose everything.” Junmyeon corrects. He pulls up a few other articles about this event, showing different pictures from the scene. One picture in particular has you coming up to stand next to Junmyeon as he zooms in on it. Next to one of the ambulances where two children, a boy and girl, were holding hands as they watched the nightmare in front of them.

“Look familiar?”

“Is that me? And…” you couldn’t bring yourself to say his name. Batman just nodded in confirmation.

“But what does this have to do with the Joker?”

“You two disappeared. I came the next day to check on the scene, but whoever was looking after you two claimed you ran away. I found you three days later across the city but… he was gone.”

“He could’ve been saved.” You say, but then something more serious crosses your mind. “I could have saved him.”

“You can’t blame yourself, you both suffered greatly. But if you can recall anything, it’ll help immensely.”

That was just thing though, you couldn’t remember anything at all. You didn’t even remember that Baekhyun was there, that you knew him that long ago.

“The fire was started on the floor that you both lived on, more specifically, his apartment.”

“You don’t think he started it, do you?” You panicked. After all, you were just children then. If anything, it could have been an accident.

“No one ever found out anymore details than that. I think it might have been a set up.”

“You think the Joker really did all that?”

“If anyone ever finds out where the fire started from, it all links back to your friend.”

You collapse back into your chair. Baekhyun was framed and now the Joker holds the crime against him. A crime that he didn’t even commit, or at least you hope so.

“We have to help him, Junmyeon. I don’t know how this all leads to the Joker’s apparent death but he’s had Baekhyun on black mail long enough. Who knows what he’ll make him do next.”

“We’ll figure this out, I promise.”

You looked up at him skeptically. He hasn’t shown you all his trust lately, but after opening up you can’t help but feel a little hopeful.

“What changed your mind?” You dare to ask. Batman never goes through a change of heart this easily.

“You saved him from the collapsing building.”

You avert your eyes, trying to hide the shock. “We don’t kill our criminals.”

“I know. But I heard you call out to him. That’s when I knew he wasn’t just some kid with a bad past.”

You were trying hard not to reel over the fact that Batman has known your dirty little secret all along. In the end, it’s worked out for the better.

“Do you know where he is now?”

Now came the difficult part. Batman was on your side now, Baekhyun’s side, but were you allowed to open up about where he stayed and all the struggles he goes through? You felt like you had to ask Baekhyun’s permission first.

“Fair enough.” Batman says after reading your silence. “If you wish to talk to him first, I won’t intervene.”

You almost trip over the chair in your haste to get up and get your Robin gear.

“But please, Robin, promise me at the first sign of danger you’ll comm me.”

After gathering your bag, you walk over and wrap your arms around his shoulders. “I promise. No more solo work. We’re a team.”

He held you tightly, almost afraid to let you go, but he eventually does. You grab your utility belt off the table and strap it on immediately as you run out of the cave.

Dressed in your Robin gear, you stick to taking the high route to get to where you were going. It was late afternoon, so if anyone spotted you, it wouldn’t seem too out of the ordinary.

From the rooftop you grapple down the fire escape and land safely on the ground. You were in the same alley where you met the Joker for the first time. How things felt so different now.

You run down the alley and realize it was just 3 blocks away from where Baekhyun hides out. You never realized you’ve been running into the same place all this time.

You arrive at the pastry shop that looks extra dark now that the sun is about to set. It doesn’t look like he’s here but you give it a shot.

“Baekhyun, it’s me! Please come out, I want to talk.”

You’re met with silence in the following minutes. So next you try for the door and it happens to be unlocked. You step inside the dark shop.

A chill runs over you as you inspect the interior. It doesn’t look any different than before, but it feels even more abandoned without Baekhyun here. Slowly, you walk further in to see if you can find some clues.

You can tell he was here earlier because you recognize his smell. Villain or not, he had a very pleasant scent that was either from his cologne or the flower he wears pinned to his jacket. You look up towards the back of the shop, and a blinking light catches your attention.

Wandering closer, you find that it’s coming from small computer hidden behind the last booth. You move the mouse and the computer shines awake. A message appears on the screen from an unknown sender. An internal battle threatens to give you a headache as you decide whether to open it or not. In the end, you do.

After reading the message, you stomach sinks into a pit and you stumble backwards. ‘I know you have more up your sleeve’. What was that supposed to even mean? Was it from the real Joker? Is this how he’s been controlling Baekhyun?

Without second thought, you minimize the message and send the shop coordinates to Batman. Let him figure this out while you go look for Baekhyun. He was already a wanted man, you didn’t want to chance him doing something truly regretful.

Just as you were about to leave, another message appears on screen, again from an unknown sender.

Hello girl wonder.

Your heart stops beating for too long of a second. Without moving, you wait to see if more messages will come.

I don’t appreciate snooping. So here’s a special message just for you.

Following this message, an 8bit animated Joker appears on the screen. He walks to the middle, pulls out a toy gun, and when he pulls the trigger, a small flag with ‘Bang’ written on it comes out. The distraction ends when you hear a ticking sound.

You manage to sprint halfway to the door when the computer explodes behind you, sending you flying into the booths and tables. Your head rattles for a moment but it clears quickly enough for you to evacuate the now burning pastry shop.

Once outside, you catch your breath for a moment when you see a shadow descend upon you.

“What happened?” Batman asks, the panic very clear in his tone.

“It’s the Joker. He’s been sending Baekhyun messages telling him to do bad things. He somehow knew it was me so he blew up the computer.”

Batman takes a moment to process this, and you can tell he’s just as confused even with the cowl covering his face.

“Where’s Baekhyun?”

“I don’t know. We have to split up and find him before he does something!”

“I’ll notify Nightwing to cover the other end of the city. Get a head start.” Batman commands. You tried not to make a face at the mention of Nightwing, whom you were still angry at. But at this moment in time, all the help you could get was more important.

Sprinting off down the alleyway, you make your way back to where you came from. As you approach the busy street, someone calls out to you.

“Robin! Isn’t it a bit early to be out like this?”

It was Jongin, the handsome new architect who seemed to be in high spirits, considering his newest project was still in shambles just a block over.

“Crime fighting doesn’t have business hours. Actually I..”

“It’s very commendable when a person takes their job seriously,” he interrupted.  “I never got to thank you for saving my life.”

He picked a terrible time to do it but you had to give him the benefit of the doubt.

“Just doing my duty.” You bashfully reply. The way he was staring at you made you feel like he had more to say. “But maybe we can talk another time. I have a serious matter to attend to.”

“Of course. I have a new office where I’m temporarily working. Don’t be a stranger, I’d love to be able to talk more.” He says as he hands you his business card. The whole situation was very bizarre to you. Nobody ever tried to make relations with you as Robin. And you didn’t go around revealing yourself as Robin when you were in civilian clothes. But you take his card anyway, give him a polite nod and disappear down the street.

Well after the sun had set, you start to go semi crazy. Batman commed you to let you know that he took the north and west side of the city while Nightwing was covering the east. Which left you with the south end. Hours were passing by, and nothing was happening. Even the city’s police were quiet tonight. But you saw the message and without a doubt Baekhyun had read it before you. The tension you were feeling wouldn’t go away. Something bad was going to happen.

You reach the outskirts of town, where it was darker than normal with little to no street lamps illuminating. It took all your might not to check your comm every five minutes, and not to send Batman or Nightwing messages asking whether they found Baekhyun. You hoped they’d at least message you right away if that happened.

This far out from the city there were only single houses acres apart from each other and a warehouse sprinkled here and there. It was a sketchy enough place to start an evil plot before unleashing it on the public. And you were right to believe so, because soon enough you heard commotion coming from one of the warehouses.

It was a dark enough place that if it hadn’t been for some light reflecting off a lone emergency light, you most likely wouldn’t have known there was an entire building there to begin with. You approach with caution, sticking to close to the brick that it scraped your palms as you moved, and peek your head around the door. Sure enough, your green haired friend was inside moving various objects around.

“Baekhyun,” you call without hesitation.

He whips around immediately, eyes wide as he finally recognizes you.

“Robin, what are you doing here?” He starts to walk over, a limp still slowing him down slightly. “Never mind don’t answer that. You have to get out of here.”

“Baek, I’m here to help. Come with me and I’ll keep you safe. I promise this time.”

He tilts his head in confusion. He most likely had trouble remembering what happened when you were children as well, but an explanation would have to wait.

“Batman and Nightwing are helping too. We’ll protect you. You don’t have to keep doing this.”

“I wish it were that simple, but you have to listen to me.” He comes closer, gently cradling your face in his hand. “Get out while you still can. I’ll make sure he never finds out you were here.”

You take his hand tightly into yours. “You’re coming with me.”

“Robin, please. I don’t want you involved in this.”

“It’s too late for that! I’m not going to let that maniac hurt you anymore.” You pull him along but he’s stronger and stays in place.

“Don’t make me do this.”

You stop struggling and turn back to him. “Baek, let’s go.” You insist. He lifts his cane and places the handle against your wrist, and suddenly you retract your hand after a painful sting.

“What was that for?”

“If you won’t leave, I’ll make you leave.” He replies, lifting his cane into a offensive stance.

You chest tightens at the sight of him. “I won’t fight you.”

“You think I want to fight you?” He yells in frustration. When you don’t arm yourself, he takes the first swing at you with the cane. You barely side step away from the hit, but he comes at you relentlessly. You have no choice but to pull out your staff and parry back at him. It’s difficult to keep up as your emotions cloud your judgment. You knew what you felt was no longer casual, but a dire need to save him and make up for all that’s happened in the past. You wanted to show him care and kindness and all the other things he’s been deprived of. Healing him will by no means be an easy journey, but you two were not alone now that Batman was surely on your side.

He hooks your staff and spins his cane so it jerks out of your hold. Before you can arm yourself with something else, he kicks you back and you meet the ground in an instant.

“I would have thought you learned that move by now.” He jokes, but there was no humor in his tone. He presses the end of his cane against your chest as he leans closer. “I’m going to give you one more chance to run. If you don’t, I’ll restrain you and leave it up to Batman to find you.”

Tears threatened to spill from your eyes. You still couldn’t believe he was really putting up a fight against you.

“I just want to help.” You rasp, your mind and body exhausted from all the trauma.

“I know. But you’re the one and only thing I care about in this stupid world. If he catches you, I will never forgive myself. I would end my life then and there.”

This time, there was no holding back tears. You were the tiny thread that held his life together, and the thought of you also being the reason he ends it absolutely decimated you.

He placed his cane on the ground and then leaned over you on all fours, placing a soft kiss on your lips. It was so warm and you could feel the good radiating off of him, but he wouldn’t, or couldn’t, give in to it. He pulled away slowly, relishing every moment your lips still touched.

“Baek, please.” You reach your arms up to hold him close, but he grabs your wrists lightly and holds them in one hand. He reaches into his pocket and pulled something out, something that he attached to your wrists, instantly binding them.

He lifts you up and carries you across the room, hiding you well behind some storage crates. Once he puts you down, he removes a pin from his jacket and sticks it onto your cape. His hand lingers a bit, going up to stroke your cheek before he presses your comm, sending a signal to Batman.

“The pin should disguise you long enough for Batman to arrive and find you. The Joker won’t have any idea this ever happened.”

You were shaking your head, pleading him to reconsider. He stares into your eyes, conveying his deepest regret and apology. Without another word, he stands, grabs his cane, and leaves the premise. But it wasn’t without seeing the tears that stained his cheeks, just like yours.

Time passes but you don’t know how much. It was starting to feel unusually long though, and you began to wonder if Batman and Nightwing caught up with Baekhyun or the real Joker. You sit propped against the cold wall, trying not to fall asleep, but it proves to be difficult. If you fell asleep, maybe you’d wake up to find that none of this ever happened.

From the south end of the building a rattling sound echoes. Suddenly all your senses are heightened and you barely suppress the fear growing within you. You couldn’t believe Baekhyun actually bound your hands, and you couldn’t tell if the disguise was still working. You shrank back against the wall to make yourself as small as possible and keep yourself hidden; at least until you could see who was approaching. But the warehouse was in complete darkness save for the door light outside and the moon shining in through the windows lining the high walls. You worked on the bind, hoping you could at least get it loose but it was impossible. Next time you would see Baekhyun, you would demand he clean out his villain inventory. There would be no more use for all this.

The warehouse resumed to deathly quiet, but it didn’t subdue the panic you felt. You couldn’t write off the noise as just critters running around. A chill ran over your entire being, solidifying the fact that your company was not pleasant.

A buzz whirs through the air and a dart pierces the pin Baekhyun placed on your cape, leaving you feeling exposed suddenly. You don’t hear the sound, but a ghostly presence fills the whole room.

A single safety light turns on and underneath stands a figure. It wasn’t the seeing part that would have convinced you anyway, but what the voice said.

“Hello, girl wonder.”

[yourkeeperoftherunners]

The Maze Runner (EXO AU)

Suho: The leader of the Glade. Assigned the jobs to everyone based on skillset and interests. Created fair but firm rules to keep the peace in the Glade. Will try to have things settled by majority vote versus resorting to violence. Concerned about finding a way out but tries to keep things going smoothly until the Runners find the exit.

Lay: Keeper of the Med-Jacks. Considerate and knowledgeable about treating injuries. Tries to be optimistic despite the bleak situation the group is in. Tends to treat everyone fairly and with respect, regardless of whether they’re veterans or Greenies.

D.O.: Keeper of the Cooks. Rolls his eyes at the group’s bad jokes and puns about him poisoning their food, despite the fact that plates come back clean as whistle. Gets cross with anyone who touches his kitchen supplies. Occasionally he’ll visit the Slicehouse to supervise the cutting of meat – Greenies have mistaken him for a Slicer. Will request cooking supplies from The Box on a regular basis.

Chen: The second Med-Jack in the Glade. Sometimes he’ll fake out the Gladers being treated by telling them that their injury is worse than it really is, unless they’re clearly concerned or scared. Lay often shoots him a look if he starts to tell a Greenie something like “No...it’s a bite from a highly dangerous lizard that craves the blood of...Greenies!” Jokes aside, he cares about the Gladers as they are his only family he can remember.

Sehun: Second in command. Despite the fact he’s the youngest, everyone, including Xiumin, appoint him to be Suho’s right hand due to his calm, serious persona. (Also due to the fact that his “I’m done” expressions and snark are enough to put the rowdiest Gladers in their place.) Secretly hopes he is never forced to take the lead, as he’s nervous about things falling apart under his command. While he seems intimidating, he understands the confusion Greenies experienced after coming out of The Box and is willing to help show them around until they’re settled.

Kai: Keeper of the Track-Hoes who loves flowers and gardening. He tried the other positions in the Glade before Suho discovered he was knowledgeable about edible plants and herbs, as well as flowers. (Nearly considered for the Cooks but he only knew how to cook chicken, which didn’t sit well with D.O. or the others who expected different meals every day.) Often visits Lay in the Med-Jack tents to deliver herbs for treatments and they talk about the Maze, thoughts about the outside world, and what life was like pre-Maze. Often will dance at the bonfires they throw for the Greenies.

Xiumin: Keeper of the Builders. Instead of crying or panicking when he first came up in The Box, he looked around the Glade and began analyzing the area for materials and tools to build structures. “We might as well have a roof over our heads if we’re gonna be stuck here for a while.” He’ll channel his emotions and concerns in his work, working quietly with a preference to not be disturbed while in his element. Deep down, he’s anxious and wonders what his life was like before the Maze and why he was placed there. Gradually, he opens up to Chen, the pair talking privately during sessions where Chen is bandaging up Xiumin’s injuries from building.

Chanyeol: Keeper of the Runners. Due to his high energy and bravery (bordering on arrogance), Suho assigns him the task of mapping and running the Maze every day to find a way out. He’s eager to do so, especially since he dislikes the thought of being forced into this hellhole against his will. Sometimes might playfully slap or spank his fellow Runners before heading out into the Maze. When running he puts his head down and focuses on finding new paths and clues for the sections – anything that could indicate a change or way out. Upon returning to the Glade and writing his notes down, he’ll reveal a goofy joker side with the others.

Baekhyun: The Greenie that just arrived in The Box. Wide-eyed and very curious, unlike the others. “Where exactly is this Maze located?” “Has anyone actually seen one of those...whatever those awful things are that roar at night?” Sehun and Suho have warned Baekhyun about being too curious and advise him not to go looking for trouble or to ever enter the Maze. Fails at being a Slicer – too much cutting and blood. D.O. immediately says no to him joining the Cooks after he nearly ruins the stew for dinner that evening. (The former is able to throw in spices to save it.) Low-key watches Chanyeol and the other Runners, envious that they can explore the Maze every day. Eventually he strikes up a conversation with the Keeper of the Runners over dinner, begging him for descriptions of the Maze, patterns, and theories of how they were put there.