#black haired byun rise!

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Through The Fire || B. EJ

❀ pairing: &team byun euijoo x fem!reader (ft. nicholas)

❀ genre: bffs to lovers!au, angst, minor fluff

❀ word count: ~6.2k

❀ warnings: explicit language, reader has a house fire, slight possessive behavior, lots of introspection

❀ summary: Stability is a luxury that isn’t afforded to everyone. However, you’re lucky enough to have your best friend, who has remained as the one stable factor throughout your whole life, even through the fire.

❀ A/N: I'm so so excited to share my second work with you all! I think this is one of the fastest times I have ever written a piece, which I think just shows how much I really love it. I hope you all love it too! As always, likes, reblogs, and replies are always welcome :)

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Red. Blue. Red. Blue. Red. Blue. Red—

“Y/N!”

You blink, no longer blinded by the flash of cop cars. A quick glance across the parking lot reveals a familiar silhouette trying to cross the yellow caution tape, only being held back by a policeman. You release a shaky breath, trying to find your voice for the first time all night.

“It’s okay,” you call, praying your voice is loud enough. “He’s here for me.”

For once in your life, your voice is actually heard, the police officer nodding once before lifting the caution tape. Euijoo manages to duck under, his large frame only stumbling once before rising to his full height. His long legs allow him to move quickly, pulling you into a hug before you can even blink. From your sitting position, your face ends up pressed into the hard plane of Euijoo’s abdomen. You can feel his thundering heartbeat beneath the skin.

“I’m so glad you’re okay,” he breathes, leaning down to press his cheek into the messy mop of your hair.

When the two of you part, you wince at the few black streaks that have transferred to Euijoo’s t-shirt. You know that ash is likely still coloring your face, the scent of fire and burning fabric clinging to your skin. Although the flames have been put out, there is still residual smoke pluming from the building behind you. You cough twice, as if wisps of clouded air are still swirling around your lungs.

Euijoo squats down, finally eye level with your seated form as he searches your face. You let your eyes flutter shut, telling yourself that you’re still dazed from the fire. In reality, you know that making eye contact with the man before you would be too painful. He has always been too transparent, emotions freely swimming in his brown eyes.

“Were you able to grab anything else?” Euijoo’s voice has fallen to no more than a whisper.

You just shake your head in response, not bothering to acknowledge your purse and laptop that are placed next to you. Everything else, as far as you know, is gone. Euijoo sighs.

“They said that tomorrow, we can come back to look for things,” you whisper, swallowing back the sob that threatens to escape your throat. “But they told us not to get our hopes up.”

Euijoo is silent for a moment, staring at you with those deep dark eyes. You can feel the intensity of his stare with your eyes closed, having been on the receiving end of that same gaze many times. You know he pities you, but that’s the last thing you want right now.

“I’m taking you home, back to my place. You can stay there for as long as you need.”

Your eyes pop open, meeting Euijoo’s gaze for the first time that night. “You don’t have to. I can get a hotel or something for the night.”

“Absolutely not. When you moved out here, I promised your parents that I would take care of you, so that’s what I’m going to do.” Euijoo stands again to his full height, reaching out a hand that you eye warily. “Now let’s go home.”

. . .

Euijoo’s body wash smells of wood and cinnamon, the smell filling the bathroom and replacing the scent of fire and smoke that had previously seeped into your skin. Even his body lotion has a very specific scent, one that you are all too familiar with. The aroma clings to his clothes, along with a faint hint of laundry detergent, filling your nose as you slip into one of his shirts and a pair of shorts. They both hang incredibly long on you, shoulders in the shirt sagging while the shorts are snug around your hips.

Your wet hair has been pulled back into a bun, which you know will be a mess to tame in the morning. But Euijoo didn’t have any of the right hair products, and you would rather die than ask him to buy you something at the moment. Even when he offered, you shut him down, letting him know that anything he was missing would be a problem for the next day. After all, it was already well after midnight.

Euijoo’s eyes soften around the edges when you finally emerge from the bathroom, smiling timidly at you from the couch. You plop down unceremoniously next to him, hugging your knees to your chest as you back into the corner of the couch. Its leather creaks with the movement, a familiar sound after all these years.

“I ordered some food, just in case you haven’t eaten,” Euijoo says, inching further into your space. It’s impossible to fight a flinch when he places a hand on your bare knee, right where his shorts have ridden up your thigh. “How are you feeling?”

“I’m fine.”

Without looking, you know that Euijoo is rolling his eyes, the tiny hint of sass that he’s harbored since childhood peeking through.

“Well, I called your dad, and he said you only texted your parents briefly. He wanted to talk to you but I told him that you were showering and probably didn’t feel like talking.” Euijoo gives your thigh a firm squeeze. “But I was hoping you’d at least talk to me.”

Your heart lurches at the thought of Euijoo speaking to your family, even though you know it has been a regular occurrence since you were teenagers. Your parents had always been fond of him, the picture-perfect image of the boy next door. And as you grew older, Euijoo had basically been absorbed into the family. Even though he’s been your best friend since you were children, you don’t know why the thought of talking to him right now is making your stomach swim.

“There’s nothing to talk about,” you mumble, shrinking further into the couch cushions.

“Y/N…just…look at me, please?”

It takes all your strength, but you manage to tear your gaze away from your knees to meet Euijoo’s own. His rounded eyes are sparkling like they always are, a hint of sadness dampening their brightness. His lips pull up into a small smile at the eye contact, plush cheeks dimpling. His warm hand is still placed firmly on your thigh, large enough to span most of its circumference.

“There you are,” he coos, beginning to rub light circles on the exposed skin of your thigh. “Listen, I know you. I know you’re going to keep saying everything is fine because you don’t want anyone to worry about you. But your entire apartment building just burned down. You’re feeling something. You have to talk to someone about it. Even if it’s not me, you have to let someone in.”

You blink, and when you reopen your eyes, your vision is cloudy. Fat, hot tears spill over, leaving scalding trails down your cheeks. You can barely make out Euijoo’s smile dropping before you are pulled into a tight embrace. When you both were younger, you used to hate when Euijoo would use his overwhelming strength against you. But now, you are grateful for it, knowing you wouldn’t have hugged him otherwise.

“I was so scared, Juju,” you sob into the crook of his neck. “I was just in my room and when I opened the door, everything was in flames. There wasn’t anywhere I could go! I was trapped on the balcony until they came and got me. I thought I was gonna die.”

Euijoo just squeezes you tighter at the outburst, placing a kiss on the crown of your head. “I’m so sorry. But you’re okay now. You’re safe here with me.”

The two of you are quiet for a few moments, the only thing interrupting the silence being the occasional hiccup or sniffle. It feels like ages until you have finally calmed down enough to pull away. But when you do, you notice the tear tracks drying on Euijoo’s ruddy cheeks.

“Why are you crying?” You ask softly.

Euijoo just shrugs, chuckling sadly. “I don’t like seeing you upset.”

You don’t have enough time to respond before the doorbell rings, signaling the arrival of your food. Euijoo excuses himself to go answer it, allowing you to admire the long lines of his legs as he retreats. You can’t help but feel embarrassed, as you always are around the man. But you hate the way he leaves your heart hammering in your chest as you stare.

It’s not like you are unaware of how attractive Euijoo is. After all, the first time you ever laid eyes on him at seven years old, you swore he was the most beautiful thing you’d ever seen. Despite the childish attraction, you had grown to love him in a much deeper way, the kind of love that only develops when you know someone inside and out. Euijoo grew taller, older, buffer, more handsome, and you had found a million ways to love him differently, love him deeper. The love you had for Euijoo surely changed, which leaves you hating the way your body heats up and your pulse picks up speed as Euijoo rounds the corner.

His wide smile is paired with crinkled eyes and you feel a piece of your heart turn heavy like lead.

“I’m like 90% sure they got some of our order wrong, but there’s still plenty of good stuff in case you’re hungry.”

You don’t bother looking at the takeout bag, too busy guiltily feasting your eyes on the sight before you.

. . .

Falling into a routine is unfairly easy. The two of you will wake up from your shared bed, at Euijoo’s insistence that you don’t sleep on the couch, and begin to get ready for the day. You cook breakfast as Euijoo gets ready for work, cherishing the fact that your job has permitted you plenty of personal leave. You watch him leave in a crisply pressed suit and daintily patterned tie, off to his accounting job for a few hours.

Then you sit in silence, ruminating over everything that has led you to this exact moment. You replay the moment that you were confronted with a wall of flames, feeling heat lick at your toes the same way it did that night. You let your shoulders shake in terror the same way they did when you were trapped on the balcony, fearing for your life. You cough like the billowing smoke is clouding your lungs, even though the air in Euijoo’s apartment is crisp and smells faintly of lemon-scented cleaner.

Then Euijoo comes through the door, and you slap a smile on your face. Sometimes he returns with takeout, bag overflowing with all of your shared favorites. Sometimes he comes with a bag full of groceries, which the two of you unpack together while Euijoo recounts his day. You’re quick to shoo him away as you begin to cook.

It’s the only thing that makes you feel like less of a parasite than you are.

You’re both following that exact routine until you reach your first Saturday, and Euijoo practically vibrates in excitement at the prospect of spending the day together. Despite living in the same city, the two of you have rarely spent full days together, work or other personal engagements always getting in the way.

“I was thinking of having a few friends over tonight,” Euijoo mentions over a bowl of cereal. “I feel like you haven’t met enough of my friends.”

“It’s your house,” you shrug, burying your nose into your own bowl so you don't have to face the disappointed look in his eye.

“Y/N, you gotta stop with that.”

“With what?” You snap.

You know you’re being difficult. You know that all Euijoo wants is some positive input from his best friend, but you can’t. It hurts deep in your core to give him what he’s wanting when you know you are already taking so much. You shouldn’t be here, and you definitely shouldn’t have a say in whether or not Euijoo has his friends over tonight. Yet, he wants to hear from you.

Like he thinks you’re important. Like he thinks you matter. Like he thinks you’re more than just a virus, invading a host for selfish gain.

You have nothing to gain, you remind yourself.

“I’m sorry, Juju,” you sigh, brushing a stray piece of hair away from your face. “I’m not trying to be a bitch. I mean it.”

Euijoo’s spoon falls into his porcelain bowl with a loud clink. “I know you’re not. You’re just going through a lot right now. But I just want to help you.”

“You’re doing way more than just helping me.”

“I feel like I’m not doing enough.”

You sigh. “What do you mean? You’re already doing so much by just having me here and I can’t help but just wonder why.”

“Because I love you.”

The way he says it jumpstarts your heart, hotwiring it so it’s moving at a million miles per hour in your chest. You know he doesn’t mean it the way you want him to. He loves in the way a best friend loves, in the way family loves, that much is clear.

But there’s something in his open expression that has your heart clinging onto a maybe. Maybe he has loved you the way you have loved him and hated yourself for. Maybe he knows that being loved is all that you have ever wanted but is simultaneously your greatest fear. Maybe he knows that all of your belongings disappearing right before your very eyes while he was the only thing that remained meant something to you.

“You’re my best friend.”

Or maybe it meant nothing at all.

Euijoo sighs, leaning back in his chair before addressing you across the table from him. “It’s impossible for me not to worry about you when you won’t talk to me, or to anyone! You don’t leave the house and it just scares me. I want to help you, but I can’t do anything until you let me.”

You swallow, your bite of cereal feeling too thick as it travels down your esophagus. “I’m sorry.”

“Don’t apologize,” Euijoo mutters as he pinches the bridge of his nose. “Just let me in.”

“I’m trying.”

“Are you?”

You’re not, and you both know it. If anything, you’re doing the exact opposite, trying to close yourself off as much as possible. You shrink into spaces, making yourself so small that Euijoo will forget that you’re there. It never seems to work, though. The other man sees you no matter where you attempt to hide.

There’s a moment of silence as the two best friends regard each other. Silently, you mourn your cereal getting soggy in your bowl even though you have lost your appetite. Euijoo’s own is empty, his metal spoon resting against the pure white bowl. For a moment, you catch a whiff of cinnamon. You’re temporarily perplexed, only to have your own question answered when the neckline of Euijoo’s shirt shifts against your collarbones. Despite not wanting to feel parasitic, you can’t refuse the comfort of literally living in his clothes.

“I just want you to be happy and have some fun tonight, so I’m going to have some people stop by.” Euijoo doesn’t once break eye contact as he speaks. “It’s not going to be big, but it will be good for you to talk to someone who isn’t me.”

You suppress a scoff, knowing that you don't really talk to Euijoo either, not in the way he desires. “Fine. Like I said, it’s your house.”

You don't stay to hear the exasperated sigh that Euijoo lets out, choosing instead to dump the remains of your cereal in the trash. There isn’t much other space to retreat to, so you make yourself comfy on the sofa, just barely out of Euijoo’s sight. It’s only a moment before the man joins you, hoisting your legs onto his lap.

“Movie?” He questions, thumb rubbing small circles into the bare skin of your ankle as if all is forgiven.

You just make a small noise of affirmation before sinking further into the cushions, letting yourself get comfortable as Euijoo puts something on.

Euijoo’s touch used to fluster you, back when you were in that awkward stretch of preteen and early teen years. No guys touched girls the way that Euijoo touched you unless they were dating. The girls in your classes would always try and convince you that it had to mean something more, that he had to feel something more for you than just platonic love. He loved loved you.

It didn’t help that you loved him way more than you should have.

It was enough to make you flinch when he wrapped an arm around your waist and pull away when he trapped you in a hug. You avoided holding hands on the way home from school and refused to share earbuds when the two of you sat next to each other. It would all make your heart pound too hard and your palms so sweaty that your phone would slip through your grasp.

You were just friends; that you knew. It didn’t matter that Euijoo loved to play with the loose pieces of hair that framed your face or that his hand outgrew yours to the point where your fingers swam in the spaces between his. It didn’t matter that your chest constricted every time his right cheek dimpled or that your face burned every time he called you by your name.

Because every boiling pot eventually cools to a simmer when the heat dissipates.

As you two grew into late teens and early adulthood, you eventually relaxed into the affection that Euijoo would display. The constriction relaxed to a minor tightness and the burn became more of a minor glow. You became more confident that this is what friends feel for each other, a love so vast that it fills your core to the brim but never fully encompasses you.

You would gladly let him encompass you. But until he does, you’ll have to make do with his scent.

You find yourself using Euijoo’s body wash in the shower before the party, even though your own has made a home right next to his. You also use his lotion, rubbing the scent of him into your skin. As much as you contemplate wearing his clothes again, you know that it will only be right to put on your best for tonight. Your makeup and hair are done for the first time in a week, and you feel a bit more like yourself again.

You feel like a girl anyone can look at and not know she’s screaming inside. You consider it a win.

The few friends that Euijoo invites over arrive in waves. It gives you enough time to introduce yourself and make some small talk before having to do it time and time again. By the fifth or so introduction, though, you’re feeling a little worn out, even with the booze that helps ease your nerves. You grab another seltzer from the fridge and squeeze into the corner of the sofa. You only have a few moments of peace before the leather dips beside you.

“Mind if I join you?”

Deep, piercing eyes are only barely visible behind overgrown black fringe, the rest of his hair falling down the back of his neck. Nicholas’s smile is welcoming, extremely warm and familiar for someone you have just met a handful of minutes ago. Despite the assortment of clunky rings, silver jewelry, and thick eyeliner, he seems pretty soft and pleasant.

“Go ahead,” you mumble, taking a long swig from your can.

“You know, It’s nice to finally meet you, the infamous but ever-illusive best friend. Euijoo literally talks about you all the time.”

You wish you could say the same, but Euijoo has always been notoriously quiet about others when you two speak. It used to bug you, not knowing anything about who your best friend chose to spend his time with. But throughout the years, you were forced to let it go.

“Good things, I hope.”

Nicholas chuckles softly. “Great things, actually. But something tells me it still doesn’t compare to you in real life.”

“You don’t even know me,” you scoff. “How would you know what I’m like?”

“Well, if your personality is anything like your beauty, then I think Euijoo just barely scratched the surface.”

The snort that you let out genuinely takes you by surprise. You rush to apologize, free hand coming up to hide your grin despite the way Nicholas is smiling as well. He looks pretty like this, you note, with his cheeks twisted upwards and eyes shining with mirth.

“I’m so sorry,” you giggle. “But that was a crazy line.”

Nicholas shrugs. “Listen, making pretty girls laugh is an art form. I had to say what I had to say. You honestly looked like you were going to commit murder just sitting here.”

Now it’s your turn to shrug, the smooth beats of Euijoo’s playlist soothing the silence between the two. The brief moment of respite is enough for you to feel a pair of eyes on you from across the room. When you turn to face Euijoo, though, he just shoots you a calm smile.

“I don’t think he likes that I’m talking to you.”

“Who? Euijoo?”

Nicholas doesn’t respond, choosing instead to take a long swig of his drink. The silver rings on his fingers reflect the minimal light in the room as he tilts his cup back. You struggle not to trace the movement of his throat with your gaze as he drinks.

“Why would he not want you to talk to me?”

“I think it’s because you’re off limits, sweetheart.”

Before you can respond, a warm body plops down on the couch next to you, instantly pressing into your space. The woodsy scent of Euijoo’s cologne is confirmation enough, but the way his hand instantly finds a home on your thigh is a dead giveaway. When you look over to regard the man, his eyes are trained away, locked on Nicholas instead.

“And what are you two chatting about?” He inquires with an overly saccharine smile.

Nicholas just smiles. “See what I mean?”

He’s gone with little more than a wink and a subtle tip of his cup.

. . .

Sunday morning brings a welcome mundane energy. You and Euijoo stand side by side at the sink, sudsy hands working on washing sticky juice and lip gloss off glasses from the night before. There’s soft music playing from Euijoo’s phone, a pleasant melody filling the silence along with the sound of flowing water. Despite the serenity, you can’t help the question itching in the back of your brain.

“So what was that last night?”

“What was what?” Euijoo’s eyes are endearingly round when he turns to look at the woman on his left.

You sigh. “That whole thing with Nicholas? We were talking and then you came in seeming all threatened?”

“Threatened?” Euijoo chuckles. “Why would I be threatened?”

“I have no idea. That’s why I’m asking.”

The smile that rises on Euijoo’s face doesn’t quite reach his eyes. His ears begin to bloom a brilliant shade of red, tipping you off to the lie he’s about to tell.

“I wasn’t threatened. It made me happy to see two of my closest friends getting along.”

The sound of the faucet running prevents you from responding, Euijoo having turned it on with a sense of finality. You decide not to push it, knowing that when Euijoo gets cagey like this, time and space are the only thing that can make him open up. You guess it’s what makes the two of you similar, your limited ability to be transparent with each other over the things that really matter.

You spend the rest of the day circling around each other like animals in an enclosure. You share space, following each other from room to room while simultaneously keeping as much distance as physically possible. When Euijoo sits on one side of the couch, you sit on the other. When you rummage through the fridge, Euijoo stands by the breakfast table. It isn’t until you both find yourselves in the shared bathroom, brushing your teeth over a shared sink that you speak.

“I think threatened is the wrong word for it,” Euijoo says with a foamy mouth. “I just know how Nicholas is, so I wanted you to be careful.”

You spit. “What do you mean?”

“He’s the player type, likes to fuck around.” Euijoo spits and swishes some water around his mouth before continuing. “I know he thinks you’re cute or whatever. But you deserve better than that.”

“Since when do you care about my love life?”

“Since forever.”

There it goes again, the feeling of maybe. You are left to wonder if he means that in the sense that you want him to mean it. You wonder if his attention to you comes from his Virgo nature or from his genuine care for you. You wonder if it comes from his love for you, and if it’s the same type of love that you have for him.

“You know I don’t date like that,” you mumble, folding your arms over your chest. You’re once again clad in Euijoo’s tee shirt, a tiny pair of shorts disappearing underneath its hem.

Euijoo sighs. “I know. But I also know that Nico doesn’t care about dating. That’s not what he’d want from you.”

“And who’s to say that’s what I want from him either?”

“I didn’t know you were that type.”

I’m not, you want to say, but the words swirl back down your throat like water down a drain. You don't get a chance to respond before Euijoo is leaving the bathroom, running a hand through his hair. It feels pathetic to follow him out, but you do anyway, trying to find words as you plop down onto his bed. Euijoo switches the light off before settling in next to his best friend.

“Look,” Euijoo says after a moment of silence. “If you want to go after Nico, then I can’t stop you. I’m sure he’d be happy to have you.”

“Would you?”

“Would I what?”

“Have me? In that way, I mean.”

The words leave your mouth before you can properly process what they mean. You want to rush to take them back, to let the words that hang in the darkness return to the safety of your brain. For some reason, you let them linger.

Euijoo releases a shaky breath, the sound seeming thunderous in the silent darkness. For a good moment, that’s all there is. You would be convinced that the man fell asleep if it weren’t for the odd rhythm of his breathing and the way his body shifts.

“Y/N, I could never.”

The blood in your veins ices over, leaving you frozen in place.

“Oh.”

Euijoo shifts on the bed, laying on his side so that he’s able to fully face you. “I mean there’s all of this. You’re in a vulnerable spot and we’ve been spending a lot of time together. I’m sure you’re just feeling a lot right now.”

“Oh.”

“Yeah,” Euijoo sighs. “That’s why I also want you to think twice before going for Nico.”

You want to scream. How Euijoo could bring Nicholas up at a time like this is beyond you. You don't know how he can’t see that this isn’t about him. This isn’t about trauma or a fire or needing a warm bed to sleep in. This is about you, both of you. This has been about you way before the fire and will continue to be about you for years after.

But it’s no use, you know that much. In times of conflict, Euijoo has always been quick to skirt around the topic, always trying to obscure the truth through diversion. But there’s one simple fact that remains clear; Euijoo doesn’t want you. Or rather, he doesn’t want you to want him.

“I really hate when you do this, you know,” you spit.

You can almost hear Euijoo’s eye roll as he speaks. “When I do what?”

“When you try to tell me how I feel. You don’t know shit about how I’m feeling.”

“I could,” Euijoo retorts. “But you never let me in. So what the hell do you expect me to do?”

Even in the dark, you know the man’s face has turned red, hot with frustration. The knowledge is enough to keep you silent for a moment, carefully mulling over your words before you speak.

“If I tell you how I’m feeling, I’m going to end up telling you too much.”

“You could never tell me too much.”

You can’t help but sigh, letting your eyes flutter shut. “I just did.”

. . .

Cleaning the entire apartment is how you choose to put salve on the wounds of your friendship. You scrub away at the grime on the countertops, wipe the grease and stains from every mirror, and mop the floor until you can see your reflection in it. It’s not much, but it’s something to distract you from the red hot feeling that blooms in your chest when you think about the night before.

Bits of yourself seeped through the locked cage of your heart last night. And now that they’re out in the open, you’re not sure if they will ever return to you.

Euijoo returns home from work with a sigh, loosening his tie right when he comes through the doorway. The skin underneath his eyes has taken on a purplish hue, fine lines settling deep from exhaustion. He doesn’t even look like himself, despite looking everything like himself. You hate how you think he looks beautiful.

“Hey,” he greets softly when he strolls into the kitchen. “I didn’t have time to pick anything up, so I ordered delivery.”

You nod once, before tuning into the fact that the man has yet to look at you. “That’s fine.”

The silence that overcomes the kitchen hangs low like nimbostratus clouds, heavy with rainwater. It’s almost oppressive, the way Euijoo’s gaze remains down at his feet while you pick at your cuticles. Never in your decades of friendship have you ever had tension like this. You hate the way it makes your throat constrict, suddenly parched for a connection that won’t come.

“Are you okay?” You manage to croak out. “You look…stressed.”

Euijoo lets out a sarcastic chuckle. “Maybe because I am.”

“Why?”

Finally, Euijoo’s gaze snaps up to meet your own, eyes holding a sense of disbelief. “My best friend propositioned me last night and I turned her down. And when I turned her down, she lost it on me.”

“Juju, I—,”

“No,” he interrupts, voice scratchy from the thickness in his throat. “Don’t do that now. I’m just…what’s going on with you, Y/N? I don’t know what has changed, but it’s killing me. Why can’t you just tell me what’s been going on with you so I can help?”

Your eyes begin to sting as Euijoo speaks, the beginnings of tears welling up near your waterline. It takes a few seconds for you to swallow down the lump that sits high in your throat. Your hands are dry from various cleaning solutions as they flex and contract at your sides, looking for something to grasp onto. You just end up balling them into fists, letting your nails press grounding pains into your palms.

“I told you how much you’ve already helped me.”

Euijoo sighs, running a hand through his hair. “And I told you that wasn’t enough. So talk to me, tell me why I can’t help you anymore. Tell me why you asked me to sleep with you all of a sudden! Tell me why you’ve been so weird about this whole situation from the beginning!”

“Because I need you!”

You don't know when your voice gained enough power to come out as a yell, shrill and pained. But once it does, the dam breaks. You know you are helpless to stop it.

“I need you, and it scares me, Juju. You’re my best friend and I love you and need you in ways that you don’t need me. You provide me with everything and I’m just here as your best friend. I’m the friend you don’t even bring around much and the friend you don’t let anyone talk to! You make it so clear that you don’t need me and yet, here I am, living off you like some parasite.

“I love you, Euijoo. I’m in love with you. And knowing that you don’t love me back is one thing. But for you to take my love for you and throw it in my face as just another one of my vulnerabilities is cruel. You ask why I don’t let you in, and this is why. If I do, I’ll just tell you how I feel and you’ll pity me like you do now.”

Lightning strikes across Euijoo’s face as he listens, expression slowly twisting in pain. It’s a flash of a million emotions at once. Surprise, hurt, disbelief, and then it all mellows out into a calm nothingness.

“Have you only felt this way since the fire?”

You fight the urge to scream at the top of your lungs. “No. I’ve felt this way since forever, maybe.”

“Are you sure?” The man’s eyes reflect the light in the room, glossed over and twinkling with the first hints of unshed tears.

“You know what’s funny,” you bite out. “When I lost everything, there was only one thing that remained constant in my life, even through the fire.”

“Me?”

“My feelings for you.”

Euijoo sucks in an audible breath, shaky and laborious. It’s as if the confession finally sunk into his consciousness, as if he finally understood exactly what you meant when you said you loved him. His shoulders immediately sag in relief as the first few tears begin to trail down his cheeks. Despite the tears, he can’t help but smile.

“Y/N, I’ve been in love with you since we were eleven.”

“What?”

Euijoo just chuckles, sniffling twice before continuing. “I thought that you knew and that’s why you were shutting me out! And then when you just asked if I would sleep with you, I thought you were just rubbing it in my face. Either that or you were just emotionally a mess and needed some support.”

“Well, I am,” you respond with a watery smile. “But that doesn’t mean I don’t love you, too.”

Euijoo slowly approaches your tense figure, as if not to spook you. Even his hand movements are subtle as they reach for your dry hands. With just a small tug, you find yourself stumbling forward, far into Euijoo’s space. The height difference is enough to force you to crane your neck upwards to make eye contact, not surprised to see the man already smiling down at you.

Tears continue to stream down Euijoo’s face, the wetness dripping from the tip of his nose down to the floor. You know you probably look similar, despite having tried your hardest to fight back tears from the beginning. It’s no use now. Your walls have already come crashing down.

“I love you,” Euijoo whispers, as if sharing a secret not meant to escape your own personal bubble. “I always have, and I think I always will.”

You release a shaky breath, body trembling in Euijoo’s hold. “I love you, too.”

“Can I…?” Euijoo doesn’t finish his question, eyes simply darting down to your lips before meeting your gaze once again.

All it takes is a slow nod before a hand is wrapping around your waist, pulling you in closer and closer until—

When you were twelve, you had your first kiss. It was nothing more than a simple peck, shared on the back of the school bus on a school field trip. You remember the way your heart fluttered back then, palms clammy and body vibrating with nerves. You felt kind of gross afterwards, but giddy nonetheless.

When you told Euijoo later that day, he looked shocked. He floundered for a moment as he stood in place, frozen on their walk home from school. You remember lightly punching his shoulder, asking him what his deal was. It seemed to be enough to shock him out of his stupor, only snapping back to attention to say:

“That was your first kiss. They always say that’s the one you’re going to remember forever.”

Euijoo was wrong. If there’s one kiss that you will remember forever, it’s this one, with Euijoo’s large hands spanning the circumference of your waist. It’s this one, with Euijoo’s plush yet slightly chapped lips grazing yours. It’s this one, with the salt of tears mixing in with the taste of each others’ mouths. It’s this one, with Euijoo.

When the two of you part, Euijoo presses his forehead to yours, allowing your breaths to mingle as you pant. You can’t seem to quite open your eyes yet, simply basking in the sensation of Euijoo taking over all of your senses. You relish in the sound of his labored breathing. You love the warmth of his palms through the thin t-shirt you’re wearing.

You bask in the scent of him, the bold aroma of cinnamon, tinged with a hint of smoke.

[unstablekpopsimp]

This has been in my drafts for like 5 years (adulting 🙄) anyways enjoy if you want, I can't tell you what to do.

Chanyeol felt tears run down his cheeks. As he stared into the black reflection of the TV, he felt a surge of anger. He threw the remote he had been holding across the room, creating a dent in the wall. “I need to figure my life out. But I know that my future doesn’t include you. I need to focus on what’s important.” Baekhyun had said to him as he began gathering the few things he’d kept in Chanyeol’s dresser. 

“What do you need to figure out? We’re graduating this year and we both got accepted to Seoul University. Everything would be perfect; our lives, our stories, everything.” Chanyeol walked over to Baekhyun and took both of his hands, forcing Baekhyun to look up at the giant. 

Baekhyun was crying. How could he not? He loves this giant, stupid, sexy boy. That’s why he had to leave, so he could figure it all out and find out if he was wrong. 

Baekhyun moves close to Chanyeol, standing on his tip-toes and pressing his lips to Chanyeol’s. Chanyeol let go of Baekhyun’s hands to move them down to Baekhyun’s jean waistband. Baekhyun moves his hands up to Chanyeol’s face, cupping it and placing his fingers in the hairs on Chanyeol’s nape. A tear rolls down Baekhyun’s cheek as his lips move in a familiar way with Chanyeol’s. Chanyeol pulls Baekhyun even closer by his jean belt loops.

When Baekhyun pulls away, Chanyeol wipes his tears away with his thumb softly. Baekhyun reaches up and grasps his hand. “Don’t leave me. We both know you’re doing the wrong thing.” Chanyeol’s eyes begin to sting with hot tears. 

“I don’t know that for sure. I’m sorry. I love you. I really do. But you’re everything I am. I need to be my own person for once. When people see me, they only know me as ‘Chanyeol’s boyfriend.’ How is that fair to me? I want to be known as Baekhyun. I want to know people because I meet them, not because you know them. Please, I just need some time.”

“Fine. Just know that you’re making a mistake.” Chanyeol is infuriated, sad and scared. 

Baekhyun finally steps away from Chanyeol and releases his hands, which Chanyeol is hesitant to allow. He feels as if that is the last time he will ever hold Baekhyun again. They say nothing to each other as Baekhyun gets the rest of his belongings. Chanyeol stands up from the bed and slips his shoes on. “I love you.” he says softly before walking out the door and slamming it behind him. 

Baekhyun sobs as he grabs one of Chanyeol’s jackets and puts it into his back pack. Finally, he is out of the apartment and an empty feeling rises in his stomach. Wiping his tears, he walks away slowly, taking one last look at apartment number 65. 

Chanyeol can’t see or think straight. His mind is a mess, throbbing painfully against his skull. He know’s Baekhyun isn’t coming back. Once Baekhyun made up his mind about something, there was no talking him out of it. This revelation made Chanyeol cry harder. He laid against the headboard he’d taken Baekhyun against just hours ago. 

A picture of sweaty, writhing Baekhyun entered his mind and he tried to push the thought away. “It’s over.” he breathed. 

He looked at the clock and found himself shocked that it was already two in the morning. He shook his head and climbed under the covers, teary eyed, with his jeans and shoes still on.

Chanyeol was resting his head in his arms on his desk. His friends ignored him, knowing he would snap at them. They all knew there was no comforting him, but they didn’t bother keeping their voices down. “Can you believe it? Baekhyun cried and broke it off right after sex. Like who does that? If Luhan did that to me, I’d be worse than Chanyeol.” Xiumin, the oldest of all of them said. 

Chanyeol agreed with him. Who does that? His friends became extremely quiet. Chanyeol lifted his head to see Byun Baekhyun standing next to his desk. “Are you okay?” he asks Chanyeol. 

Chanyeol shook his head. The sight of Chanyeol made Baekhyun’s heart heavy. He felt tears begin to form, and quickly blinked them back. I’m doing the right thing he thought. Chanyeol looks like he’d been up all night, crying, yelling, and playing his drums out of frustration.

It was exactly what Chanyeol had been doing. He had too many nightmares so sleep was not an option. Usually, he would curl up against warm, fragile Baekhyun, who would then play with his hair and entangle their limbs together while Baekhyun kissed Chanyeol’s skin softly. 

“I’m sorry.” was all Baekhyun could manage to say without breaking out in sobs. 

Baekhyun had a similar night, tossing and turning for hours while crying. Their friends were watching the two with disapproval. They all knew this was not something that anyone would benefit from. 

It took everything Baekhyun had to not sit in Chanyeol’s lap, kiss him, and apologize chaotically. 

The bell rang and Baekhyun took his seat at his desk, next to Chanyeol’s. As the teacher began class, Chanyeol and Baekhyun were grateful to have something take their thoughts away from each other. 

[exo-stentialism]

Baekhyun // EXO-CBX @ A-Nation 170826

[exosmutfactory]

Double Trouble (21+): LOCKED & LOADED

{ Double Trouble: Double STUFFED Snacks Edition }

✯♛❀Mature Drabbles❀♛✯ Come get a mouthful 🔞

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7 | Part 8 | Part 9✓ | Part 10 |

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networks — @/superm-net @/bbh-net @/exowritersnet

pairing — Baek & You

word count — 1.8k

genre — erotica/comedy(you’ll see why) police officer! OC, criminal! and vampire! Baek

category — mutual pining, Power bottom! Baek, Dom! Reader

A request? No :'D

[ This chapter contains: pure smut. Smut details under the cut 🌹 ]

A/N: 1, 2, 3... It's almost birthday time for me! \^0^/ Here's the second (and final) drabble this week to celebrate! 🎀🎂🎊

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“Baby boy, you stay on my mind. Fulfill my fantasies.”

The smut contains: cumplay, orgasm denial/edging, hair pulling, public

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Working the night shift gets boring after a while. Glaring sternly at inmates, wishing fellow colleagues goodnight, and locking up way past the world’s “lights out” hour loses its spark eventually. Besides the occasional “escapees” and the gruesome tales prisoners love to share, your job has become pretty mundane. Clock in, register new, (or regular,) criminals, file paperwork, and repeat. Your childhood dreams of protecting the city and facing danger head on are now just an average office job.

But like any mundane task, you know how to stir things up just enough to still abide by the law you’ve sworn to respect.

You perk up at the sound of the bell hanging over the door, peeking over your newspaper at the trio that walks in. The struggling man restrained by the two taller men quirks a smirk on your lips. The comical commotion at 10pm is almost enough to distract you from the itchy ballroom mask on your face.

They walk the newest addition to the jailhouse over to a chair set directly across from the front desk. Your orders.

“He’s all yours.” The tallest police officer of the two tips his hat, grinning mischievously. “Go easy on him.”

All you can offer is a small, innocent smile, sharing a knowing look between the two of you before they step out of the door.

You go back to your newspaper, pretending to ignore the man burning his eyes into the side of your head. The loud clicks and clunks of him wiggling around echo across the empty jailhouse. “I suggest you hold tight for the next twenty-four hours, Mr. Byun.”

Your words only seem to provoke him further. “I didn’t do it.” He grits out, still handcuffed to the chair when you look over at him; your orders. The sight of his ruffled black hair, fire-filled eyes, and his hands tied behind his back has heat rising in your stomach.

“Oh?” you raise a brow, your masquerade mask doing nothing to hide your amused smile.

“Whatever they got me in here for,” his tone lowers in tired exaggeration, “I didn’t do it.”

“Really?” Both your brows shoot up. “I’m sorry, Mr. Byun, but according to this.” You lower your newspaper to the desk, picking up the stacks of paper in front of you and lazily sweeping your eyes across the fresh print, “you’re in for attempted robbery.”

“What?!” he hisses, baring his fangs in anger. His hands ball up into fists. He could easily break free, yet for some reason chooses to stay.

You stand up and turn away to set the stack of papers in another pile, praying he doesn’t notice your shoulders shaking in laughter. “You’re a wanted man, Mr. Byun.” You turn back around, leaning back against your desk with a little smile. “Guess you’ll have to hold tight until tomorrow.”

Baek continues to stew in his spot; you swear you see smoke coming out of his ears. His pierced dangling loop earring is attached from the top of his right ear to the small hoop earring on his lobe. It’s a miracle that the other officers haven’t managed to rip out his signature lip ring either. The silver accessory makes his thin, plush lips appear more plum and full. You lick your lips before approaching him.

He is a sight to behold in his black and white striped coat, his red sweatshirt peeking out of the sleeves and black jeans stretched tight across his thighs. You appreciate the sideways angle of him cuffed in that chair, but you rather face him head on. You need a closer look.

You languidly drag a chair over to him, loving how his fury-filled eyes watch your every move. His constant pleas and persuasions of why you should release him falls on deaf ears, and frankly, you can think of better ways he can use that mouth of his.

“Byun Baek,” you grab his attention, sitting right across from him. “I think you know exactly why you are here.” Before he can say a word, you pull off your annoying mask, relishing in how his red-tinted eyes widen and dilate at the same time. Your lips curl into another satisfied smile, “we both know why.”

Baek’s adam’s apple bobs in his throat. He stares intensely into your eyes when you rest your hand on his knee. “How long am I in for?” he drawls, peering at you from under his messy black hair.

You chuckle, leaning forward to trace your finger along his jawline, tugging playfully on his lip ring and meeting his eyes. “How long can you last?” you raise a brow.

Baek’s nostrils flare, eyes sparkling in challenge. He leans back in his chair, looking you up and down. “How long you wanna go?”

You chuckle, slowly rising from your chair. “Enough.” You cross the two steps it takes to be right in front of him, straddling his lap with grace. “Don’t worry your pretty little head, hmm?” you hum, tangling a hand in his dark locks, pulling his head back until he meets your eyes again. “Just follow…” you brush your lips against his, smirking at his impatient grunt, “my tempo.”

His eyes follow your movements as you unbutton your shirt one by one, revealing your black lace bra. His favorite. Baekhyun bites hard on his bottom lip, one of his fangs poking out. The menacing way it glints under the lights makes you shiver. You have this supernatural being under your mercy - for now. Best you hurry up before he changes his mind and ravishes you.

He sucks in a breath when you grind against him. Shrugging off your shirt and letting your hair down. He’s already half hard by the time you stand up to pull off your pants.

“Aren’t you a good boy,” you purr, highly amused by the denial written all over his face. If only he could blush; that would be a sight to see. You tug off your belt and set your badge aside before returning to him again.

“Take those off,” he orders, staring right at your panties.

“No.” You smile, moving to unzip his jeans. Just because he said so. You cup his face in your hand, tilting his head up to look him right in the eye. “You aren’t calling the shots today.” Your hand slips under his waistband before he can respond with anything.

“Fuck,” Baek huffs when you wrap your hand around him. You immediately have his bare cock in your hand. He rarely wears anything else under his jeans - easy access for you as always. “Faster.”

“Impatient as always,” you softly sigh, pulling his cock out before straddling him. He spreads his thighs wider while you stroke him at a languid pace. You’re in no hurry, swiping your thumb over the precum beading on his tip and tightening your grip as he hardens in your hand. Baek throws his head back when you tug your panties aside and run his cock through your wet folds.

“You’re so hard,” you muse, gliding over him effortlessly. He lifts his hips every time his tip catches on your entrance, only sliding inside an inch before you pull away to grind on him again. “You like being under me, don’t you?”

Baek clenches his jaw, his thighs quivering. The waterfall and throbbing between your legs will drive you both insane.

You chuckled at how quiet he is, leaning forward to cover his neck with kisses. His chest rumbles when you playfully trap his skin between your teeth. The handcuffs creak, straining under the force of his wrists. He’s at his limit; you slide down on his cock before he breaks free from his restraints.

He grunts while you slide your hands down his chest, slipping them under his shirt to feel his cool skin. He sighs into your mouth when you take him deeper, circling your hips, tugging his lip ring between your teeth just to hear him hiss.

“You’re throbbing already,” you grin, licking the seam of his lips. “Admit it.” You pull away, working up to a fast pace that always makes his head spin. The squelch of his thick cock slamming into your walls over and over again echoes off across the empty room, making you moan, snapping off your bra just to taunt him. “You love this pussy,” you yank his head back, clenching around his cock just to see his lips part prettily. “You want to blow your load in me already.”

Baek pants heavily. His hair is a mess. His eyes keep flickering from your cunt sucking his cock in to your bouncing chest. You ride him even harder, bringing him to that desired edge - and lift off of him the moment he throbs frantically inside of you. Clasping your hand tightly around the base of his cock to stop his orgasm.

Baek bucks his hips into your hand, groaning your name loudly. “What the fuck?!”

“Oh, I’m sorry. Did you want to come?” you tilt your head, smiling sweetly.

“Yes - baby,” he strains, squeezing his eyes shut. His thighs tense up when you stroke him firmly with your other hand. “You’re killing me here.”

“Where do you want to come?” you whisper against the head of his cock, flicking your tongue on the underside while his eyes snap open. You give him your best innocent look. “Do you want to come here?” you nestle his cock between your breasts. “Here?” you roll the tip over your tongue, hollowing your cheeks just to hear his labored breathing.

Baek’s chest heaves with need, his hair ruffled and lip ring shining with the aftermath of your kiss. “I want to come inside of you,” he mutters, lowering his eyes bashfully. That’s the closest thing to begging that you will get; that’s all you need.

He grunts when you release your grip on the base of his cock. You stand back up, stroking him off frantically. His face scrunches up, hips shakily jerking up into your fist. He suddenly freezes, groaning loudly as his cock throbs in your hand. The moment the first squirt of his cum lands on your stomach, you slam your hips down on him. Clenching your pussy around him to milk him dry of everything he has while Baek’s eyes roll into the back of his head.

“You’re a good vamp after all, huh?” you must, tucking your hand under his chin. When your eyes meet his, you run your fingers through his warm cum on your skin, sucking them off lewdly. He damn near breaks the chair to snap off the handcuffs and rest his hands on your waist.

“Did you really have to arrest me, sweetheart?” he asks when he catches his breath, brushing your sweaty hair out of your face.

You give him your most coy smile, resting your hands on his shoulders. “You wouldn’t have come otherwise.”

“Touche.” He chuckles, pulling you into another searing kiss.

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Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7 | Part 8 | Part 9✓ | Part 10 |

A/N: This was a ‘spur of the moment’ type of ordeal. Ever since I released APPETIZER, I’ve been thinking about what it would be like to dominate Baek instead… :’D Thank you for reading!

[highstakesr0ller]

{⋅. ✦ .⋅}  task 25:

                          altair byun

 inspired by : izaya orihara (durarara), lee hyo-in ( make me bark ), lloyd hansend  (the gray man), desire (the sandman ), kai parker (vampires diaries ), mr. fox ( fantastic mr. fox ), kookseverwhere!!! - awolnation ( song ), etc.

                           {⋅-: ✧ pinterest - musing - spotify :-⋅}

{⋅. GENERAL .⋅}

birth name: altair byun   nicknames: a. tair.            date of birth:   oct 29    age: 27     gender: male      pronouns: he/him powers: unknown species: human / mortal.                sexuality: straight     place of birth: boston, massachusetts                      current residence: elias, california    occupation: current owner of snake eyes (money laundering)

{⋅.TESTS.⋅}

zodiac sign: scorpio  mbti: ENTP temperament: sanguine-choleric hogwarts house:  slytherin  moral alignment: neutral evil

{⋅. APPEARANCE .⋅}

height: 6′0. hair colour/style:  brown with bangs, kept extra short on the sides. wavy to straight. eye colour: dark brown, almost black piercings: daith on right ear. tattoos: none. notable markings: birthmark on the back of his neck, cigarette burns on left arm.  glasses/contacts? no. faceclaim: song kang 

{⋅. HEALTH .⋅}

physical ailments: unknown allergies: unknown. sleeping habits: sleeps enough. usually looks tired due to the dark circles under his eyes.  dominant hand: right hand.  drugs / smoke / alcohol? no, yes, no

{⋅. PERSONALITY .⋅}

( + ) traits:  fearless, innovated, confident, adaptable, strategical. ( -  ) traits: arrogant, insensitive, argumentative, intolerant.  usual mood: ominous likes: reading articles, crossword puzzles, researching, the smell of money,  chilly weather, festivals, speaking to people, organization, the rising sun, concerts, new ideas, people who agree, escape rooms, hang gliding, cold coffee, origami, extravagant things, cutting tags, sharp objects, podcast, multitasking, architecture, knife throwing, numbers, traveling, checkbooks. dislikes: long lines, the feeling of boredom, being late, ringing in the ears, traffic,children, rule breakers, rough textures,  music, the sound of typing, zenith and orion.  bad habits: half finish projects do require more money. 

{⋅. RELATIONSHIPS .⋅}

mother: eun-ju byun  father:  biologic unknown  adopted by orion batholowem  siblings: zenith batholowem children: never birth order: eldest significant others: none closest friends: this could be you

{⋅.SKILLS & STATS .⋅}

languages spoken: english, korean  drive? yes. jump start a car? yes.  change a flat tire? no. ride a bicycle? yes.  swim? yes. play an instrument? no play chess? yes.  braid hair? no. tie a tie? yes. pick a lock? no.          sew? no.

compassion.          4/10.

empathy.          4/10.

creativity.          4/10.

mental flexibility.          7/10.

passion.          9/10.

luck.         6/10.

motivation.  9/10.

education.          6/10.

intelligence.          9/10.

charisma.          7/10.

reflexes.          9/10.

willpower.          10/10.

stamina.          4/10.

physical strength.          5/10.

battle skill.          6/10.

initiative.         7/10.

restraint.          9/10.

strategy.         7/10.

team work.         4/10.

[serpentinesarang]

falling for you

pairing: baekhyun (byun baekhyun) x fem reader | part 2

genre: non-idol!au, angel!baekhyun, fluff, slow burn, split-perspective, first- and second-person writing styles, LOTS of plot buildup and dialogue, mild smut mixed in, part of a series

word count: 3831

content warnings: alcohol, swearing, theme of angels, virgin reader, strong theme of voyeurism, reader has gender-neutral best friend, vibrator masturbation

summary: baekhyun, your guardian angel watching over since the day you were conceived, has fallen in love with you and can’t bear to just watch you anymore. he needs so much more.

a/n: partly inspired by the teen romance-fantasy series hush, hush by becca fitzpatrick. #17 on my prompt list ♡

korean key:

⦿ none this time

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You

It’s your 21st birthday, and a beautiful, late-spring day awaits you. You turn off your alarm, roll out of bed, and drag yourself to the bathroom for a much-needed shower. 

Once you flick on the vanity lights above the sink, you stop in your tracks. You know what... today’s my big day. I’m gonna do shit MY way today, you think while eyeing yourself in the mirror.

You exit the bathroom for a moment and retrieve the unopened bottle of Fireball [American cinnamon whiskey] atop your dresser. Your dad had sent you the bottle along with your favorite brand of chocolate and a sweet card, and you’d accidentally received the package one day early (oh well!). Unscrewing the cap, you take a hearty gulp and wince at the delicious burning sensation in your chest.

“Fuck yeah,” you grumble aloud as you replace the bottle and amble back to the bathroom.

You turn the knobs of your glass-encased shower and strip off your pajamas while the water heats up.

Baekhyun

Good gracious. I will never tire of her waking up and taking morning showers. She looks the most ethereal after she sleeps and the most serene with water cascading down every bit of her curvaceous body. The way her nipples grow erect from the pressure of the water and the occasional chills when she reaches out to change the background music playing... her hair slicked back, drawing all my attention to her stunning face... 

My darling human has at last become what they call an adult. She is now able to legally enjoy spirits and be merry with friends. 

I remember the moment she was conceived and I was assigned as her guardian. I made sure her mother was never in harm’s way during her pregnancy with my darling, and ever since then, she has been my reason for existence. No other human soul before her had ever latched itself so deeply into my being, and I can’t stand the distance anymore.

I sit on her long bathroom counter with my wings comforting my back against the wall and my legs hitched upward, just watching her wake up to another day. The glass walls of the shower have fogged up, but I can easily discern her silhouette swaying side-to-side with the music. She seems to be in an unusually happy mood today, and I plan to make her even happier tonight.

You

You step out and dry yourself off, twisting your hair into a towel turban. You tiptoe in front of the mirror and wipe off the condensation with your forearm. Just then, your cell phone on the counter launches into a FaceTime call, the screen showing your best friend’s name.

Accepting the call audio-only, you greet them cheerily, “Good morning, sexy bitch!”

They chuckle. “Show me your face, coward! I wanna see what my 21-year-old best friend looks like on her birthday!”

You dramatically sigh and oblige your friend, keeping your phone facing the ceiling as you tap your camera on. You tower over the screen at a comical angle that only shows your towel-wrapped head and exposed neck. “Here she is!”

“A knockout as always. I hope you know that,” they reply.

Smiling, you ask, “What’s up?”

“We still good to go out to Fire & Ice tonight? I’m not gonna let you leave until you’re so sloshed that I have to carry you out!”

You laugh at your friend’s excitement. “Yes, I took the whole weekend off, so let the debauchery begin, my friend.”

You talk about your club plans a little more before your friend goes on a long diatribe about their evil stepmother—not really fresh territory at this point. So you carry your phone around while you dress in jeans and a college t-shirt, eventually returning to the bathroom for a quick round of makeup.

Your bestie is still regaling you with their convoluted family drama when you feel yourself zoning out into the mirror. It’s as if all other noises around you have slowly faded away, and the only thing you hear is a voice, seemingly right next to you, whispering with a velvety softness, “You’re beautiful as you are.”

Mesmerized by the voice, you unconsciously sigh out of deep contentedness, and your friend asks if you’re still keeping up. You assure them all is well, except for the fact that you’ve been hearing a comforting voice for the past three years now.

A voice you obey by only putting on mascara.

Baekhyun

I’ve been speaking to her since she turned 18. I always wanted her to know she’s never truly alone, but the problem with my method is that she never fully processes me. She’s always so captivated when I speak to her that it never occurs to her something extraordinary—someone extraordinary—is connecting with her, guiding her, encouraging her. And it doesn’t help that I can’t read her thoughts or impede her free will by planting thoughts. But I’d be lying if I said I didn’t enjoy the wide-looked look of bliss that overcomes her every time she hears me.

She goes about her morning as she usually does on the weekends: sitting on her balcony with a plate of toast, a cup of coffee, and whichever book she borrowed from the public library. This time, it’s Dante’s Divine Comedy. 

I love the irony.

You

Two hours of reading pass before you grow restless and retreat back to your room. Flopping in bed, you let your mind wander. You’ve been single for as long as you can remember, and you’ve taken a liking to the clearly male voice you hear every once in a while. If you’re honest with yourself, you’re scared deep down of the reality of such a circumstance, but because the voice has always cared about you, what’s the harm in believing in it?

Remember, you tell yourself, it’s all about you today.

Without any more hesitation, you yank open the drawer of your nightstand and pull out a black wand vibrator. You may be a virgin, but you’re not an idiot who doesn’t know what pleasure is.

Wiggling out of your panties and jeans, you throw them to the floor and spread your legs across the mattress as comfortably as possible.

“Come back to me,” you whisper almost inaudibly.

Baekhyun

Absolutely nothing else on this planet makes me happier than watching my darling pleasure herself. She obtained that vibrating device last year as a gift from her friend, and ever since she discovered this realm of physical pleasure, I’ve fallen harder and faster for her. The salacious things I’ve watched her do to herself, the phenomenal sounds she emits, the positions she lazes into, the glistening of that little slice of heaven on her body... It drives me mad that I have no senses of smell, taste, and touch because I want to experience what she does. And with her.

Today is different. She’s never spoken aloud like that, and the yearning in her voice makes me believe it’s for me.

I rest on my stomach with my chin atop my hands, peering at the slit between her supple legs and how it’s slowly begun to flood as she drags the device up and down, stopping to rub slow circles at the very top. I don’t hear the thing humming, so she must be preparing herself.

She has one arm bent behind her head, her neck angled to watch herself move the device. Her mouth is ajar, and the rising of her chest fascinates me because it falls in tune with the device.

Then she pushes a button, and I hear it buzzing lowly. Not a millisecond later does her breath catch as her hips dig downward, and she closes her eyes. She holds the black thing at the top, over the little mountain of bulbous, pink flesh.

You

Whoever he is, you wish he’d speak to you now as you press the wand against your hardened clit. It’s only set to level one, but you feel your orgasm beginning to build up.

So beautiful like this, you imagine him saying. Keep going. I’m right here, and you’re driving me crazy...

You let out a breathy moan as you activate the wand’s level two vibration intensity, and your thighs shake uncontrollably at the heightened pleasure.

Shake for me, beautiful. Take me to your heaven, your imagination continues. It’s right then, though, that his voice sounds beside your ear for real in a soft tone: Yes, darling, you did it.

After hearing this voice long enough to be able to conjure it in your mind with any array of sinful words, today is the first time it brings you to a time-stopping orgasm.

Baekhyun

Out of nowhere, her hips fly off the bed and surge in random, up and down motions, and I watch the small opening of her slit pulsate in time with her hips as it erupts with a lovely, transluscent essence. I wish I could feel her arousal on my fingertips instead of just watching.

Her voice comes out in broken utterances and ragged moans: “UH-uh-huhhh-ugghhhh... ffffff-UH-uh-uuuck.”

The vibration ceases, and she tosses the device beside her with a heavy exhale, evidently spent. Her legs are still spread, and I can’t help but inch myself closer to observe the way her soaked flesh speaks to me in its language of spontaneous throbbing.

You

The rest of the day passes you by. After you came, you made lunch, went to the gym for a workout, went to the DMV to change your driver’s license, came home and read some more, answered a few work emails, perused social media, ate dinner, and even watched a movie. A typical Saturday for you, nothing particularly special by any means. The real fun would be at 9 PM when your bestie promised to pick you up.

...

You glance at the time on your phone: 8:56 PM. Perfect, a few more minutes to double-check everything.

Phone case on a crossbody chain with your new license and credit card stored inside? Check. House key attached to the chain on a carabiner clip? Check. Hair flat-ironed with minimal frizz and ultimate shine? Check. Makeup? Eh, all you did was pat on some cheekbone highlighter. Check. Outfit? Sleeveless, burgundy top with an open, laced up backside, faux leather miniskirt, and basic black Converse for comfort. Check.

You smile at yourself in the full-body mirror in your apartment’s foyer. “Effortless.”

Yes, the voice agrees.

...

It’s just after 9:15 when you arrive at the Fire & Ice club downtown. The bouncers stamp both of your left hands with purple stars for the bartenders to serve you the goods before you’re pushed along with the crowd further into the expansive club. 

Lights of every color strobe all over with red-tinged string lights on the perimeter of the whole place, and a massive blue-tinged spotlight on the DJ and his setup. The dancefloor in the middle is decently crowded with people around your age, a few 40-something couples sticking out adorably. 

“No chasers for you, missy,” your friend reminds you with glittering eyes and a loving squeeze on your upper arm.

You nod, feeling thrilled to be out on the town for once. You raise your index finger to the ceiling with a victory screech: “To the bar!”

Over an hour later, the overhead lights go out, the DJ’s spotlight turns red, and the entire bar gets lit up from the see-through floor with bright, pale-blue lights. Even though you’re definitely tipsy now, you finally notice the mirrored wall panels surrounding the club, and all the spotlights bouncing off of them combined with the bar’s own futuristic lighting makes you realize how truly fire and ice this place is.

Not surprisingly, your friend had slid into their drunk phase a little faster than you, and they’d disappared somewhere with a girl they’d met at the bar. They’d sent you a text 20 minutes ago reading, “Met a spicy lil thang at the bar. I’ll find u later! Keep ordering!!!”

Were you bothered? Nah, you really weren’t. This has happened a few times before elsewhere, and you were still intent on enjoying this day your way, even if that meant dancing like an idiot by yourself.

Were you wondering where the voice was? Yes. He hadn’t spoken to you since you got picked up.

Gulping down the rest of your Captain and Coke, you return the glass to the bar and catch somebody to order a Vegas Bomb shot. Feeling yourself finally dipping into your drunk mode, you down the shot with ease, not so much as wincing at the burn of the alcohol before heading straight back to the center of the dancefloor where a group of girls had left a pocket for you to slip in.

The DJ blends the ending of the current song with the beginning of a new one, “All That” by Emotional Oranges, and the vibes you get from this one are sensual. You’re in your own world of alcoholic delight, and you’re erotically body-rolling with yourself before you feel a pair of hands gently grasp your waist.

You feel the person press their chest against your shoulders, their breath icy cold beside your ear. “Effortless, my darling.”

Every fiber of your being comes to a screetching halt when you hear it. 

It’s him.  

You spin around—a little too quickly considering your current state—and brace your hands against his chest. He responds by wrapping his arms around your back. 

Looking back at you with big, almost black-colored eyes is a man with platinum blonde hair and ridiculously full lips. He’s wearing a white button-up shirt tucked into black pants, a look more fitting for a business-casual luncheon or something.

But who cares about the clothes when he has a face like that? With the most flawlessly radiant, olive skin and hands so warm on your exposed back that he feels like a personal heater?

You could feel the surrounding people’s presence melting away the longer you gazed at him, the more it dawned on you with a certainty you didn’t dare doubt that this was truly the voice you’d been hearing.

You blurt the words without any more hesitation: “Say ‘beautiful.’”

Unphased, he fulfills your request with a melodic purposefulness in his voice, keeping his eyes trained on yours.

With relief washing over you, you drop your jaw in a loud exhale. “It’s you!” You bring your hands up to cup his cheeks, desperate to etch his breathtaking face onto your brain.

“It’s me,” he answers with a sheepish smile, hugging your body tighter against his. He feels as firm as Michelangelo’s David sculpture.

Then you faint in his arms.

Baekhyun

I can’t tell if she fainted from the shock of finally meeting me or from her obvious imbibement. I was actually able to smell it on her warm breath, and if I knew what literally anything on Earth smelled like, I’d be able to describe it. 

I was more beside myself being able to finally touch her, though, to finally exist with her in the same dimension of reality. Her skin felt supremely smooth, and I could practically feel the love beaming from her face.

She knew it was me because she asked me to say beautiful, something I’d spoken to her earlier in the morning. She didn’t want to test me, but she also didn’t want to test her sanity or sobriety. 

I carried her home, glancing down at her with a kind of all-encompassing happiness I’d never felt before as an angel.

You

At last, you rouse from your fainting spell, and the first thing you see is your apartment ceiling. A dull headache is knocking at the back of your head, and thankfully the only light source is the lamp on your nightstand.

You look to your side and are reminded of the night’s events.

“I’m sorryyy,” you murmur, frowning cutely at the platinum-haired man lying beside you with his head propped up in his hand. He moves his free hand from your hip to your jaw, tenderly grasping it and swiping his thumb side to side. 

“Please don’t be,” he replies softly. “I’d do anything for you.”

You look at him for a moment, examining his features. “Do you know my name?”

He grins ear to ear, as if enjoying a private joke. “I think you know I do.”

Although you’d slept off the alcohol, you’re still a little lost. How do you explain meeting the man whose voice you’d heard in your head for three years?

You turn to face him, entwining your lower legs with his under the sheets. He seems almost caught off guard by the touch, but he quickly calms himself.

“I don’t know yours, though. Please help me,” you plead, and he picks up on your subtle allusion to the bigger picture, not just his name.

He sighs quietly, ceasing his thumb strokes and taking your hand in his. “I am—was the angel Baekhyun.” He pauses, gently squeezing your hand as he brings it to his white shirt. “I’ve watched over you for the past 21 years and nine months.” 

He pauses again, letting this sit with you. You take a moment to process before speaking. “Why hadn’t I heard your voice earlier?”

He nods once, taking in a breath. “I didn’t want to scare you in your younger years, nor did I want others to think you’d developed an imaginary friend. And for obvious reasons, you couldn’t see me before I fell.”

Before I fell.

The words run you over like a semi-truck, and Baekhyun sees it on your face. “Yes, darling, I fell to Earth.”

You furrow your brow, caught between confusion and wanting to cry. “Why?” you whisper.

“I broke the law,” he says before kissing your knuckles. “I fell in love with a human.”

You can’t help but stare at him, speechless.

“And I want you to know that every time you ever heard my voice,” he continues, “I was speaking to you and only you when I felt you needed me. Most angels deliberately avoid speaking to their humans and instead conjure some sort of earthly sign for them to stumble across. But I couldn’t do that with you. I watched you become such an incredibly strong, self-sufficient woman that I worried you’d never get anything in return from anyone. I wanted you to know you have never been alone.” 

Tears well in your eyes at Baekhyun’s sincerity, and you struggle to find any words to string together.

He kisses your hand again. “Before this, my only senses were hearing and seeing. I don’t think I can take my hands off you now.”

You burst into a toothy smile. “So that means you’ve watched me do literally everything...”

Baekhyun notices the streak of seduction coloring your eyes. Glancing toward your nightstand quickly, he says under his breath, “That thing drives you wild.”

You smirk, pulling your intertwined hands forward so you can kiss his knuckles this time. “Do you know how wild your voice has driven me? Still?”

“I kind of always suspected it,” he admits with a smirk. “Nevertheless, we are together, and I don’t know how to adequately express how deeply happy I am, much less how happy I want to make you.”

Moving your legs from his, you kick back the sheets. He’d left you both fully clothed, that gentleman. 

“What time is it?” you say as you twist around to check your phone. Your home screen reads just past 3 AM, and there’s even a new text from your bestie: “Glad u found someone!! Text me tomorrow and happy bday again <3″

You turn back to Baekhyun, propping yourself up on your elbow like him. “You texted my friend?”

He nods earnestly. “I’ve seen you do that enough times to understand the courtesy of letting them know.”

You smile in response, deciding to push his shoulder until he’s lying on his back and you’re straddling him. He responds by placing his warm hands on your hips.

You throw your hair to one side before leaning over him with an outstretched arm. “Baekhyun,” you whisper.

“Yes, my darling?” he hums, his eyes eagerly drinking you in.

“I want you.”

His eyes widen enough for you to notice, and he unknowingly digs his fingers into your sides.

“I’ve wanted you for so long,” he says above a whisper.

You lean back and unzip your miniskirt, then you tug at your top’s ribboning to undo it enough for you to pull it off. You take in a deep breath as Baekhyun feverishly assesses you, and your nipples grow hard at his unfettered attention.

“Haven’t you seen this enough?” you ask him softly.

He shakes his head. “Never enough. And now I can feel you, smell you, and taste you.”

You carefully stand above him and brace a hand against the wall as you yank the skirt off, one of his hands tenderly holding your ankle. You straddle him again and sit a little bit lower so you can unbutton his shirt, open his pants and pull out the ends of his shirt.

Spreading the shirt fully open, his chiseled torso knocks the breath out of you. You bring your hands to his abs but hesitate for a second.

“Please keep going,” he begs quietly. 

With his approval, you bring your hands down and gingerly run them over the indentations of his abs and the plains of his defined pecs. You trace your index finger from his chin over his Adam’s apple all the way down to his navel.

“Darling?”

“Yes, Baekhyun?”

“What am I feeling in my pelvis? Is something wrong with me?”

You look down and find his very human, very pink, very swollen erection poking out of his underwear. Taking his questions seriously, you answer him: “You have an erection, a boner. That means you’re turned on.”

“’Turned on?’”

“Aroused, excited, in the mood. This is how human men show it,” you reply, keeping your voice sincere. He deserves the truth as it is, not through jokes and teasing. “You’ll have to learn how to control it in public.”

He quickly infers your hidden meaning, nodding. “I trust you.”

Chuckling at his random admission, you say, “I trust you too. I’d like to help you with being a human as you have helped me.”

He beams at you. “I welcome your guidance wholeheartedly.”

You smile and spend the next minute removing your panties and the rest of his clothing.

Baekhyun, in your eyes, is literally the definition of perfection. Covered in bulging muscles and gleaming skin with an unusual heat that almost radiates off his body, you fell speechless again. 

You’re on all fours above him now, hovering your face above his. “You make a fine human, Baekhyun.”

“Thank you,” he smiles, his hands back on your hips.

“Stop me whenever,” you say firmly. He nods softly, patiently waiting for your move.

[xjoonchildx]

danger | ksj x reader chapter two: like attracts like

summary: kim seokjin is a rich asshole. you are an ambitious attorney. smut ensues when he just won’t leave you alone.

pairing: seokjin/reader word count: 8.6K (Part 2 of 2)

rating: 18+

genre: smut | pwp | okay fine, porn with a thin plot | but it’s really thin warnings:  hate sex, language, terrible ethical decisions, blatant misuse of office furniture

Chapter 01 | 02

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Kim Seokjin has no respect for a well-made suit. 

You resist the urge to say excuse me sir, this is Italian when he yanks your tailored jacket open, tearing the silk blouse underneath and sending a button scattering.  He slips his large, warm hands under your shirt and sends both garments to the floor.

He assesses you, skating his fingers over the tops of your breasts, down the lace of your bra, onto the sensitive skin of your stomach.  You stand there and take it, breathless -- awaiting his next move and too uncertain to make a move of your own. 

“Like attracts like,” he says, fingers moving to toy with the tiny gold pendant at the base of your neck. The place where you are certain your pulse is visible to the naked eye at this point. “I knew from the moment I saw you what you were looking for.”

You clear your throat. “And what is that?”

Seokjin smiles but ignores your question and strokes the back of his fingers against your cheek. The sensation is tender and entirely at odds with what he says next.

“I’m going to bend you over my desk.”

Your knees nearly buckle at that casual declaration. You shake your head as if to clear it as he turns away from you.

It’s like an out-of-body experience, watching Seokjin calmly stack papers and methodically move files like he’s getting ready for a meeting instead of getting ready to fuck you.  The wetness between your legs is obscene, soaking through your panties and onto your thighs.

“Come here,” he says after a moment.  

He shrugs off his suit jacket and pulls off his tie.

You have no idea what comes next, apprehension and arousal bleeding together in a way that makes you feel lightheaded. But you do as he says, moving slowly until you are standing in front of him.

You are suddenly mindful of the giant, open windows and glad for the darkness in this office right now.  Seokjin looks dangerous like this, shadows and light playing across his black eyes and angular face as he reaches out with those long fingers to touch you.

“You are really something,” he says softly, reaching out to rake his thumbs over the delicate fabric that still covers your nipples.  

“Stubborn….” he starts, burying his face in your neck and kissing softly along your jawline.

“...spoiled...” he continues, pillow-soft lips stopping for a moment at the place where your pulse beats wildly in the curve of your neck. You let your head fall back, take in the scent of his cologne. Whatever it is, it’s heady and masculine and it makes him smell expensive.

“...coddled,” he says, lips sliding up your sensitive skin.  Goosebumps bloom all over your skin when his teeth take hold of your earlobe.  His breath is warm against your ear.

“And I’ve been wanting to fuck that smirk off your face since the very first time I saw you.”

As if punctuating his words, Seokjin presses the length of his body into you, lets you feel exactly how much he means what he says. You’re certain he can feel the way you shudder at the feeling of his very hard cock grinding into your belly. 

“What sm-- “ 

“Quiet,” he warns.  “I’ve had more than enough of your smart mouth these past few weeks.”

He pulls down on your bra, freeing your nipples but leaving the garment intact. The straps fall down your shoulders and he immediately takes one of the straining buds into his mouth, worries it between his teeth. Your hands grip into his hair and you lean into him, using him for balance as a strangled moan escapes.  

He enjoys you like that for a moment, hands slipping down to circle your waist while his mouth continues the onslaught on your breasts. 

“I watch you tie these other men in knots,” he says in between not-so-gentle tugs on your aching nipples. “But you won’t get away with that with me.  We understand each other, right?”

You nod slowly, afraid to test your voice at this moment. 

He pulls away from you then, seems to drink in your stunned silence as you watch him roll the sleeves of his dress shirt up to his elbows.

“Ass up,” he says, motioning to his desk. 

“I -- what?” 

“I said I was going to bend you over my desk and I am a man of my word. Ass up, please.”

He’s dead serious you think for one wild moment when you catch sight of his face. His jaw is tight, eyes dark and unreadable as he waits for you.  It feels like you are moving in slow motion when you lean over and present yourself just as he’s asked. The heat that’s burning in your face is a stark contrast to the feel of the cool, dark wood on your cheek.

You know why he’s doing this. He’s stripped you of any control this way, made it impossible for you to anticipate what comes next. He uses the position to his advantage, letting the suspense build while he takes his time deciding his next move.

“I quite like you this way,” he says after a moment, hands going to your waist, fingers ghosting across your ass and the backs of your thighs.  You feel the zipper of your skirt pull open, feel him shove it down your legs and off your feet. Your muscles tense when his fingers stroke the material of your panties. 

You know without a doubt they are soaked and the heat in your cheeks becomes even more intense.

“No...” he murmurs on a deep exhale, pulling the damp garment off. “No, I don’t think I was wrong about you at all. Did I say something that you wanted to hear?”

You’re instantly mortified but don’t have enough time to think on it because Seokjin slides one long finger deep inside of you, testing the feel of your wetness and heat.  You whine at the pressure, instinctively pushing back against the heel of his hand.

The touch is not enough -- not nearly enough -- not when your entire body is tense and throbbing for some kind of relief.  But Seokjin takes his time before making another move, leaving you aching and anxious. 

“Do something,” you demand after a moment.  

Seokjin chuckles darkly.

“At some point, you are going to have to learn to be patient.”

You’re certain he can hear the huff of frustration you let out against the desk because only a heartbeat later his hands grip your legs and pull them apart.  You feel him move against you but without being able to see him it’s impossible to know what he has planned.

Your entire body jolts at the first flick of his tongue.

The shock pushes the air from your lungs with what sounds like a squeak.  Seokjin is pressing his face into you from behind and from this angle he has to be on his knees. You can’t help the strangled fuck that escapes as he pulls you further apart, positions you so he can reach your aching clit with his fingers and tongue.  Your back arches deep, thighs shaking.

His long fingers are zeroed in on your clit, while his lips and tongue lap against you and the effect is disorienting because you can’t see him, can’t do anything but press your sweaty palms against the desk and moan out your frustration and pleasure.

“Think someone out there is watching us right now?” he asks, and fuck if that doesn’t add another level of anxiety and excitement to this entire ordeal.  “Think they realize it’s Bai and Byun’s star junior attorney on my desk right now, getting fucked with my tongue?”

You shiver. 

“Shit, Seokjin, I -- “ 

“You what?” he taunts, tweaking your clit between his fingers, eliciting a high-pitched sound you’re certain you’ve never, ever made in your entire life.

“You’re going to come for me?” he murmurs. “Or are you going to fight me on that, too?”

His lips are so wet and soft but his tongue is unyielding and insistent and the back and forth assault between the two is making you dizzy. Your entire body is strained, muscles taut and you feel ready to snap.

“Come for me,” he demands. “Do as you’re told for once.”

And you do, because the stimulation between your ears is just as powerful as the stimulation between your legs and you can’t fight back a second longer. You sob through the orgasm that hits you, shuddering from head to toe as your mind blanks and then slowly reboots, gradually comes back into focus.

You slump off of Seokjin’s desk, down to the floor, boneless and useless.  Just as the roar of your pounding heart and heavy breathing starts to subside in your ears, you hear another sound. You realize it’s the sound of Seokjin’s own ragged breaths.

You turn to find him reclined into his plush desk chair, palming himself roughly through his dress pants. His dark eyes bore into you, the intensity you see there enough to make you shiver.  You are on your knees looking up at him and the implications of your current position do not slip past you.

He’s trying to compose himself you realize as you watch him breathe deeply through his nose and out of his mouth.  After a moment, the rise and fall of his chest seems to slow.

“Come sit with me,” he says quietly, motioning for you to join him.

You are still bare from the waist down when you slip into his lap. He has the most beautiful lips of any man you’ve ever seen, enviably full and soft and pink and you can taste yourself on him when you seal your mouth to his.  He kisses you so gently you almost forget he’s the same man who’s made you beg for him, the same man who’s manhandled you from the moment you’ve walked in the door.

You remember though, the moment he winds a hand into your hair and pulls, forcing your head back and exposing the column of your throat.

“What is it about you, hmm?” he groans, lips slick against your pulse point. “Why do you drive me so fucking crazy?”

He’s far less tender when he takes your mouth this time, mouth possessive and hot against your own. You are still slick from your release and making a mess of his pants because you can’t help but rut against his thigh, can’t help but search for more of the friction you so desperately crave.

Your hand slips between your bodies, to where you can feel him hot and hard and wanting. His tongue skates along the line of your ear when you reach for his belt, undoing the clasp and freeing his stiff cock from his slacks and boxers.

Seokjin’s hand clamps down over yours the moment you move to touch him.

“I say when,” he sucks gently on your neck, “And I say how.”

“God, you’re annoying,” you huff.  

He smiles.

“I’m half-tempted to make you get down on the floor and suck me off,” he says, words sending a bolt of arousal straight up your spine. “But that will have to wait for another time.”

He captures your mouth again in an unhurried, thorough kiss.

He settles instead for taking your hand in his and wrapping them both around his cock. He is velvety and warm to the touch, thick and throbbing and you hiss when he bites down on your collarbone.

Another time echoes through your mind and the thrum between your legs intensifies. You grind against him harder.

“Right now,” he whispers against your mouth,  “I intend to fuck you in front of this entire city.” 

You suck in a sudden breath.

“You can’t,” you protest on the shaky exhale, simultaneously freaked out and turned on by his words.

“Sure I can,” he whispers casually, guiding your hand faster up and down his rigid length.  He groans when you capture the moisture that’s started to gather at the tip of his cock and smooth it down his shaft. 

He steals another thorough kiss before coaxing you to your feet, patting you on the behind as if to send you on your way.

“Go on.”

You walk on shaking legs to the large window and swallow thickly as you take in the lights above and below.  What are the chances that someone is watching you right now? Slim. But just the chance is enough to set off a tension that runs the entire length of your body.  Behind you, you hear Seokjin shedding the rest of his clothing and ripping open a condom as you stare down at the cars racing up and down the streets below. 

His breath is warm on your neck when he finally joins you, the heat of his body welcome in this cool office air.  He puts one hand on the nape of your neck, lifts your hair and places a kiss behind your ear.

“You like being watched, don’t you?” he whispers, just as you feel his firm cock against the curve of your ass.  “In court, at bars…”

One of his arms wraps around you, deft fingers slipping low and finding your clit immediately.  He applies a light pressure that makes your eyes fall shut.

“You like putting on a show. They can’t keep their eyes off you, hmmm?”

“What do you want me to say?” you manage weakly, moving your hips to chase his touch. “I like winning.”

“I like to win, too,” he whispers back.  “But it doesn’t mean anything to me unless it’s a fair fight. And you,” he kisses the curve of your shoulder in between words, “are more than a fair fight.” 

You tense when you feel the head of his cock at your entrance. 

You curve your back to encourage him to sink inside but instead he slowly rubs the length of his cock against you, coating himself in your wetness but never slipping inside. You grit your teeth at the slow torture, body nearly vibrating with the need to be penetrated, to be possessed.

“Enough, Seokjin,” you whisper finally, catching sight of his reflection in the dim light playing off the windows.  His eyes are shut, mouth open as he revels in the sensation of teasing you to the very limits of your self-control.

He grabs for your hair again, pulling your head close and arching your back even further.

“You are an impatient little brat,” he laughs, finally pushing forward and easing his way inside. 

You are still swollen and sensitive from your orgasm and you feel every inch of what he’s giving you.  You make a pathetic, strangled sound when he bottoms out, hips flush against your ass.

“Fuck --” he grits out, pulling out to the tip and slamming back inside. 

The sheer force of the thrust makes you keen, your head dropping low between your shoulders as you use your palms against the glass to steady yourself against the assault.

He may have drawn out the buildup to fucking you, but now that he’s inside you, he wastes no time. He sets an unforgiving pace, fingers digging into your waist and ass as he pumps deeply.

“Oh, god --” you cry, arms locked and thighs shaking as you fight to keep up with him.

“You are so goddamned tight,” he groans, stroking to the hilt. “You are going to be a fucking problem for me, aren’t you?”

You whimper, at a loss for words. 

The sound of skin against skin is obscene in this quiet office, and it only serves to arouse you even more.  By the time Seokjin slips one hand down your stomach to where your bodies meet and starts rubbing rough circles across your already overstimulated clit, you are so close to coming for a second time you nearly beg him to stop.

But Seokjin -- the clever asshole -- can already sense it.

“Oh no you don’t,” he hisses, hips still pumping hard against you.  His hand falls away from your clit and you’re not sure if the whine you make in response is out of frustration or relief. He drops his mouth to your back and bites hard.  You yelp, bucking backward and he grips your hips to keep you from throwing him off and ruining his rhythm.

You are a mess -- hair tangled, skin moist, legs and thighs burning with the exertion. You raise your chin to get a look at Seokjin in the glass and get a small sense of satisfaction at how disheveled he looks. Picture-perfect Mr. Kim looks completely wrecked, hair falling into his face, chest heaving as he continues fucking you at a brutal pace.

“Every time you plant this pretty ass in a chair,” he pauses to pull in a breath through gritted teeth, “I want you to think about this.”

He makes his point with another punishing thrust and now you are beyond gone, beyond controlling the build of your orgasm.  The sound that bubbles up your chest and out of your mouth is pitiful, something between a whimper and a whine.  

“I can’t Seokjin,” you gasp, “I can’t stop.”

You brace for the firm reprimand you’re certain you’re about to hear, but it seems Seokjin can’t stop either. He thrusts faster, pulling from some untapped reserve of energy and hits you somehow deeper and harder than before.  Your legs nearly come out from underneath you when your orgasm hits you, your palms slick with sweat against the glass. You sob as the tremors run up and down your spine, causing you to jerk uncontrollably. 

Seokjin follows you right off the edge, groaning loudly as he comes. His fingers are digging into your hips so savagely, you know he’s leaving marks.  He whispers filthy things, unfiltered and uncensored praise as he rocks through the last waves of his orgasm.

Then the room stills for a moment as you both pause to catch your breath.

Seokjin catches you off guard when he gathers you close and drops a soft, chaste kiss at the nape of your neck. The contrast of the touch to the way he’s just fucked you is disorienting. He’s done this too many times tonight, handled you with care only to do an about-face that pulls the rug out from underneath you.

He drops back into his chair with a heavy sigh, shoves a hand through his disheveled hair. 

“Not how I anticipated ending a Monday at the office, but you sure are pushy.”

Your post-orgasm bubble immediately bursts.

You may have been under the influence of hormones for the past hour but the fog has cleared now.  You hate this man and you just fucked him in his office and this has not been one of your brightest ideas. You can’t get out of here fast enough.

“This --” you say, walking quickly to grab the pieces of your suit littered across his office,  “ -- was a mistake. It won’t happen again.”

“Didn’t feel like a mistake when you came for me,” Seokjin replies casually, shrugging on his own shirt and pants.  “Twice, if I recall?”

A furious blush spreads across your face because, of course, he’s right -- but you’d rather eat a bowl of glass shards than admit you just had the best sex of your life with Kim Seokjin.

You throw your clothes on haphazardly and pray the office is completely empty by now because anyone who stopped to get a look at you would know exactly what you’ve been up to.

“This never happened,” you say, reaching for the office door.

Seokjin smiles.

“Be sure to call me if you want it to never happen again, okay?”

You slam the door on your way out.

**********************

You’ve been avoiding Nari for days and she knows it.  

She’s sent you more than a few texts demanding details of what she assumes was some kind of showdown.  You’ve been carefully putting her off, telling her you’ll chat about it later but you’re really just buying time.

You’ve got to come up with a very intricate lie because you’d rather die a thousand slow deaths than tell her how it really went down.  Everyone in this town would know Kim Seokjin bent you over his desk and had you six ways to Sunday by the time happy hour hit.

At least it’s a Friday.

You’d planned on skipping out early after lunch but the senior partners called a firm-wide staff meeting for this afternoon.  

You slide into a chair in the conference room and look up just in time to see Nari slide in next to you.

“You think you’re slick, huh?” she whispers, ever-present cup of coffee in one hand.

“Not slick,” you whisper back.  “Just not that interesting.”

You decide a change of subject is in order.

“What do you know about this meeting?” you say, watching as the rest of the staff files into the room and into available seats.

“Nothing,” she whispers with mock outrage. “Can you imagine? I have zero tea on this.  Maybe we’re all getting fired.”

Your stomach tenses with uncertainty. Most of the time Nari knows what’s going on in this place before even the most senior partners do.  

Very, very strange.

A flurry of activity at the front of the room brings you back to the moment.

“Good afternoon, everyone,” Byun Doyun announces.  “I’m sorry to have put all your plans to get your weekend started early on hold,” he jokes.  “Don’t think I don’t see all those golf bags shoved under your desks.”

The room laughs with him. You don’t.

“This announcement couldn’t wait, though.  It’s a very big step forward and an exciting acquisition for this firm.”

Nari pulls her phone out and shoots you a text.

nari: ???  [ 2:45 PM ]

you: no idea [ 2:45 PM ]

“As you know, Bai and Byun has had an amazing year. Billing is off the charts, we’ve won a lot of big cases, clients are happy. We are very excited about the future of this firm.  That’s why we are so excited about this.”

The door to the conference room opens again and Bai Hajoon walks in with Kim Seokjin, both men smiling widely.  

There is bowing, there are handshakes, there is clapping.

There is nausea.

The quick microwave meal you’d tossed back just a couple of hours ago seems to come to life in your stomach and you think you might be sick, right here, right now.

Your phone starts buzzing frantically and you dive for it, slip it under the table as Nari’s messages pop up one after the other.

nari: the FUCK [ 2:48 PM ]

nari: hello? what is going on? [ 2:48 PM ]

nari: my god, answer these texts [ 2:49 PM ]

Bai Hajoon proudly shows off his new toy. 

“We are so excited to be bringing Kim Seokjin onto our team. He is going to help usher this firm into a new age of prosperity.  He and other senior leaders will be stepping up as we old guys --” he smiles knowingly at Byun Doyun, “-- make our plans to step back.”

Your chest suddenly feels tight, your throat dry and you would give anything to disappear at this moment. 

nari: kim seokjin is your boss [ 2:52 PM ]

nari: kim seokjin is in charge? [ 2:53 PM ]

nari: i’m going to keep texting until you say something [ 2:53 PM ]

“Of course, it’s just the icing on the cake that we’re drafting away the top talent at our rival firm,” Byun Doyun cuts in, fawning over Seokjin like he’s a hot date and not a new hire.  “So let’s hear a bit from the man himself.”

Seokjin smiles warmly from the front of the room as the staff applauds. You clap woodenly along with your colleagues, all of whom are anxiously waiting for Seokjin to share his thoughts.

This is a fucking nightmare.

“Thank you so much for the warm welcome,” he starts easily. “I’m looking forward to joining this team and I know we’re going to accomplish a lot of big things together.” 

Seokjin pauses a beat to allow a moment for thunderous applause, like a politician on a campaign stop.  You could almost swear you hear one of the paralegals squeal.

nari: kim seokjin works here now [ 3:05 PM ]

nari: you have to see him every day [ 3:05 PM ]

Nari is not helping because now you are certain you are going to be sick. You are going to leave this meeting and probably wretch into the potted plant next to your desk.  You shut your eyes for a moment, take a deep breath and tell yourself this will be all over soon.

Of course, after that, there’s the issue of working with him all day, every day.

Fuck, fuck, fuck.

“There is a lot of work to be done,” Seokjin continues, “Byun Doyun and Bai Hajoon have specifically asked me to work with the junior staff to help hone the talent we already have in house.”

Oh, God. 

None of this -- taking cases against you, sitting in your hearings, the unsolicited critiques -- none of this has been an accident.  A deal to bring over Kim Seokjin did not happen overnight. He’s been playing you for weeks.

nari: that’s why he was in your hearing? [ 3:06 PM ]

nari: makes sense now? [ 3:07 PM ]

Seokjin seems to look around the room for a moment before his eyes settle on you.  

“And I am very much looking forward to working with each of you one-on-one.”

[werejusttouchingeachother]

Yes, Sir

Req: Yesterday I was really desperate to be in the middle of a sekai sandwich, and honestly? I still am🥵

Pairing: Reader x Sehun x Kai

Genre: smut(m) + CEO!au

Words: 3007

Tags: slight derogatory kinks, sir kink, anal, dp

A/N: To the anon who requested this, 1. I love you and 2. Please let me know what you think!

A two-months-long internship at one of the most reputed modelling agencies was nerve-wracking enough. When you’d been accepted for your summer programme at O&K Models, you’d expected to be getting coffee for a bunch of snobby models who wore Gucci and ate like birds. 

What you hadn’t prepared yourself for was to be working alongside the CEOs and making coffee for them: Oh Sehun and Kim Kai.

The duo complemented each other perfectly—Sehun was always fun and charming, teasing and flirting with you any chance he got while Kai was more of a reserved, quieter boss who only spoke when absolutely necessary with a gaze intense enough that you couldn’t look at him for too long without your mouth suddenly going dry.        

But then you’d caught him gazing at you. What were mere glances had turned into blatant staring during meetings and slow smirks when he saw the blush creep up your face as he refused to look away, lingering touches on your elbow or arm when he wanted to talk to you, always gazing deeply into your eyes when you narrated his schedule in a way that made you forget what you were even saying in the first place and had you scrambling for words. 

You’d assumed you were just overthinking it or reading too much into something that wasn’t there but then one night when you’d drove back to the office headquarters because you’d accidentally taken the list of models for the upcoming Fall Fashion Week along with your files, you’d ran into Kim Kai at the copier room.

“Mr. Kim,” you blurted, eyes wide as you froze where you were standing. You hadn’t bothered switching on the lights since you just needed to switch off the machine and leave but now Kim Kai stood at the door, arms crossed and a perfect eyebrow arched high.

How the hell does he look so attractive even in semi-darkness?

The streetlights from outside cast a slight blue glow into the small room with its closed blinds, the light somehow illuminating the side of his face.

“What are you doing here? It’s way past your office hours, Y/N,” he says softly, his voice sounding louder than you’d ever heard it due to the silence surrounding you.

Your breath caught slightly at your name falling from those plush lips—never had he called you by your first name in the entire three weeks you had worked here. It was always ‘Intern’ and he’d left the nicknames and terms of endearment to Sehun who creatively exploited it thoroughly.

“I, uh.” You cleared your throat as you tried to recall why you were here. Fashion Week. The list. “Right, I took the shortlist of the models for next week’s show along with my files by mistake and left some copies here that I forgot to throw out. I’ve kept the list back at Mr. Byun’s desk so don’t worry, I’ll just be on my way now.”

You forced a polite smile and strode forward to the door, fully expecting him to move. When he stayed still, a teasing lilt to his lips and intense gaze focused on you as you stood awkwardly in front of him, you hesitated before lifting your eyes to look at him.

Because the only other alternative was to stare straight ahead at his chest where the white shirt was stretched across the broadness of it since his arms were crossed, looking like the button would pop off any second.

“Do I intimidate you, Y/N?” Kai asked, his voice low and husky in a way that made your stomach flip.

You licked your lips nervously and immediately regretted it because that just made his gaze fall on your mouth. Your breath caught in your throat and Kai uncrossed his arms, burying his hands into his pockets and stepping forward so that you now had to tilt your head up to look at him.

“Answer me, Y/N,” He said in a tone that was demanding and authoritative in the way it usually was but for some reason was extremely turning you on right now.

Kai prodded, “Are you scared of me?”

You swallow, the sound echoing slightly as you finally manage to mutter, “I’m not scared, Mr. Kim. Maybe a little intimidated.”

He cocks an eyebrow in surprise at your reply, leaning forward. You can’t seem to breathe at the close proximity and from the mischievous twinkle in his eyes, you know he can tell.

“What are you intimidated by?” He steps forward, making you take a step back in surprise. “The fact that I’m your boss?” Another step, you take one back. “My looks?” Another step. “The way I look at you?”

You’re pressed up against the copier machine now, your hands behind you and clutching the edge of the machine for dear life as you look up at him.

“Y/N.” You blink at the sheer command in his voice, feeling your heart jolt.

“Yes,” you answer weakly, your heart hammering in your chest hard enough that you were sure he could hear it.

“You smile easily around Sehun,” Kai cocks an eyebrow challengingly, his hands suddenly rising to grip the same edge you were basically hanging off, his arms now encaging you between him and the machine.

“But you get nervous around me,” he continues, his voice a low rumble that made your toes curl. “You flirt with him all the time but you can barely look at me. I’m getting mixed signals here, Y/N. Do you like me more or not?”

Oh my god.

Your mouth had parted open sometime when he’d been talking, feeling slightly speechless as you blinked at him. What was he doing? Was this a confession or was he just playing with you?

You didn’t care, to be honest. He was making you nervous as hell but you would have never imagined that in a throng full of top-notch male and female models, Kim Kai would have taken interest in you.

A part of you couldn’t believe it. It felt like a fever dream, like if you closed your eyes tight enough or pinched yourself, you’d wake up and be in your car, driving back to your apartment.

Although Kai always got your stomach tightening with even the slightest glance, having him at such a close proximity right now where you feel the warmth of his breath fan across your face, surrounded by the musky perfume he wore, you felt like you were on the edge. He was so so close and yet, he wasn’t touching you. You’re certain that if he even laid a finger on you at this point, you’d melt into a puddle from the sexual tension that was suffocating you in the stuffy dark room.

And then, he said in the softest huskiest whisper:

“If I kiss you, Y/N, will you stop me?”

A short breath of disbelief leaves your lips involuntarily as your eyes widen at him. You still can’t seem to form a coherent thought that you can articulate so you do the next best thing.

You act on instinct and cock your head, gingerly pressing your lips to his.

And that’s all it takes.

It’s as if you unleashed a beast—Kai is immediately grabbing you roughly to him, pulling you flush against the length of his body as he devours your mouth hungrily. You moan into the kiss, your knees buckling and nearly collapsing in his arms as he holds you tightly, pressing you against the copier. You clutch at the lapels of his jacket, feeling overwhelmed in the best possible way as he slips his tongue inside your mouth.

Kai’s hands are rough on you as he grips your hips, roughly sitting you atop the copier machine. You hear it creak threateningly and you freeze, clenching your thighs as you pull away from him.

“It can’t hold my weight,” you breathe heavily, eyes wide as you try to not put too much pressure but Kai’s hands are already shimmying your skirt up, not bothered by your concerns.

He stops for a second as he stares at your thighs, hands atop the black lace thigh-highs you were wearing.

“Fuck, you’re so sexy,” he groans as his fingers reach higher and slip under the waistband of your matching lace panties. You hold your breath as you lift your ass from the machine to help him quickly yank it down your legs, his own foot lifting to stamp the thin suspended garment between your ankles and kick it aside.

He leaves the black stockings on, his hands roughly grabbing your knees to spread your thighs open before one hand reaches up. Your back arches at his impatience as you feel his fingers on your pussy—you think you’re probably slick with arousal and one look at the lust-crazed gaze in Kai’s eyes is enough to confirm that you were.

You don’t expect him to not hesitate, already quickly inserting a long digit inside your dripping entrance and curling it over your clit in a way that had you making filthy noises as you moaned, “Sir, I—”

His hand suddenly came to the back of your head, fisting around your hair to yank your head back so you could look at him.

“Call me that again,” he growls and you comply immediately, whimpering ‘Sir’ over and over again as he grabs your waist roughly and lifts you up. He’s yanked down his pants and underwear and when he holds you up in his arms, you can feel his erection against your wet entrance as you wrap your thighs around his slender waist.

“I want to see all of you in light so bad,” he grunts as he looks at you. “And touch and kiss every inch of your body until you’re begging for me to fuck you but I can’t wait right now.”

“God, please, just fuck me,” you groan as you slide your arms around his neck and feel his hands grip the flesh of your ass tightly.

“Wanna rephrase that?” Kai asks with an eyebrow cocked and you decide to play dirty, wrapping your hands around the back of his head, burying your fingers in his luscious locks as you press your forehead against his.

Lips on his, you plead with as much desperation as you felt, “Please just fuck me, Sir.”

Kai’s growl is absolutely feral as he slides his dick over your slit, collecting your fluids before pushing inside your pussy. You moan loudly as his hands control you—sliding you down over his length until you’re stuffed full of him. You bury your head in his shoulder as Kai bounces you up and down, the head of his erection brushing against your G-spot repeatedly in a way that had you screaming louder with each thrust.

In fact, you’re so loud that you don’t even hear the door open behind you until light spills into the room, illuminating the beads of sweat of Kai’s forehead and that’s when you realise Sehun was at the door, frowning.

“Kai, I swear to god.” You look over to see him rolling his eyes as he yanks his sleeves to his elbows, already unbuckling his belt. “I can’t believe you started without me.”

You’re breathing hard as the sudden reality sets into you—Sehun had just walked into the copier room where you and Kai were fucking like animals and he was quickly undressing as if to join you.

The realisation washing over your features makes Kai smirk up at you, the same dangerous smirk he’d had since he entered this damn room.

“You never did answer me, Y/N,” He says with a mocking tint to his voice and you’re whimpering now as he has slowed his thrusts. “Do you like me or Sehun more?”

You hear Sehun scoff at your back and you feel your stomach twist—either with the impending orgasm or the fact that Sehun was most likely removing his clothes behind you.

“That’s hardly fair,” he comments and his voice is closer now. Goosebumps rise on the back of your neck as you feel cool fingers on your hips suddenly, teasingly drawing over the curve of your ass.

“How about we both come inside her so it’ll be easier for her to decide?” Sehun’s playful nibble on your ear at the end of his filthy question makes you moan softly, arching your head back until you’re leaning back against his broad chest.

“Faster, Kai,” you’re whispering as you feel the orgasm that had been so close that you could almost see it, was now slipping quickly away from you.

“What’d you call me?” Kai grunts and you can’t even find it in yourself to call him ‘sir’ again, not when there was a growing frustration eating at you from your denied release. You felt Sehun’s chest pressed up against your back, his arms coming around you to hold you up until you were sandwiched between the duo.

“Patience, baby,” Sehun grinned and you gasped as you felt his long erection against your ass. Kai pulls out, arms still holding you up and you moan as Sehun moves his length all over you, collecting both your fluids and coating himself in it. You gasp loudly as you feel him push himself into your pussy, his length filling you in a way Kai didn’t and the feeling is so new and pleasurable that your eyes roll back in your head.

“Fuck, you’re wet,” Sehun mutters as he thrusts slowly inside you.

“Like a slut,” Kai agrees, making your pussy clench at the term and Sehun groans as he feels it.

“You like that, don’t you?” Sehun grins, pulling out and making you whine in protest. He pumps himself a few times and then you feel the wet spongy head suddenly push against your anal opening.

“Oh my God,” you gasped, eyes shooting wide open as you clutched onto Kai’s shoulders.

“Don’t worry, babe, I got you,” Sehun mutters reassuringly as he kisses the nape of your neck. “Trust us and just relax for me.”

You bury your head in Kai’s shoulder as Sehun painstakingly slowly pushes himself inside you, inch by inch. The slight sting of pain shifts into an indescribable pleasure as he stretches you out fully, his length making you feel like you were stuffed full. It wasn’t enough—you needed him to thrust.

“Se—oh my—Kai,” you broke into a high-pitched wail as Kai pushed himself inside your pussy. Your chest was heaving as you gasped, feeling him enter your tight walls that were stretching to accommodate him. Kai’s hands gripped your ass then, filling you to the hilt so you could feel his balls nestled against your pussy as both their dicks stuffed you completely full, your body suspended between them as they held you up.

“Oh god, I’m so full,” you mewled, tears stinging your eyes at the overwhelming sensations rushing through your body as you leaned your head back against Sehun.

“Shh, you’re doing great,” Sehun soothed you, kissing your throat. Kai was watching your face closely, no words of comfort from him but you could see the concern in his eyes. He suddenly leaned his head forward and you closed your eyes as you felt his tongue dart out and catch the tear rolling down your cheek.

And then both men began moving.

You whimpered as they found a rhythm, thrusting in and out of you as the lost orgasm quickly came back a vengeance, growing to a height that had your head spinning as they both fucked you fast and rough.

Your bodies were pressed up against each other, echoes of skin slapping surrounding you, the smell of sweat and arousal thick in the air while they both pounded into you mercilessly. You’d never had two men at once and definitely not ones with such impressive lengths and girth.

Your words were barely decipherable, moans and groans of their names as you felt the tightening in your lower abdomen, your heart pounding as they brought you closer to the high you so desperately wanted.

“I’m gonna come,” you panted, feeling your walls convulse in a tell-tale sign that you were close. “I’m gonna come, oh my—”

Kai slammed his mouth against yours, swallowing your scream as you came around his length. It immediately set off their orgasms as you felt Kai shoot his cum deep inside your pussy and Sehun came shortly after. Your body was trembling as thick spurt after spurt of cum shot filled both your holes, filling you up until you could feel it leaking over their dicks and dripping down the curve of your ass.

You collapsed in between their bodies, arms hanging limply off Kai’s as you tried to catch your breath. Kai slowly pulled out, holding your legs since he knew very well that you probably couldn’t feel them and most definitely couldn’t stand right now.

Sehun held you up by your waist too, his dick growing soft in your pussy and you could faintly feel the thick cream spill down in trickles on your thighs, completely ruining your stockings. Both Sehun and Kai stare at your legs as if mesmerised by the contrast of the white against the black.

“Damn, Y/N,” Sehun breathed, softly chuckling. “You did so well. I’m so proud of you, babe.”

“Not yet,” you heard Kai say, making you fully open your eyes to look at him as he pulled his pants back on. “I meant what I said about the light. I want to fuck you properly—not in a dark small copier room. In the light, in all positions and surfaces of our house. Think you can handle that, slut?”

Say no. Your body is exhausted and you can’t even feel your limbs, you’re sticky with tears and sweat and cum and you’re most probably sore from that rough delicious fucking, don’t you dare—

You licked your lips, leaning back against Sehun’s shoulder to smile at Kai as you say, “Yes, sir.”

[greasykookietree98]

Worth the Wait | bbh

Pairing: ceo!Baekhyun x chef!OC (named)

Warnings: Tooth rotting fluff, Baekhyun being the cringey dad we know he’ll become one day; also some slight angst if you squint real hard

Word Count: 7,5K

Synopsis: It was a calm Sunday afternoon in the Byun household, before Baekhyun got all sentimental again.

A/N: So after years of not writing shit and deleting all my old, cringey work, here I am, back with a fresh, new, cringey work. Consider it my “Hey! I’m back! Happy Valentine’s or whatever!” gift. Hopefully 5 years of English at a university helped me somewhat – constructive criticism is well appreciated!

  “Dad, why do you keep calling noona a monkey?” the toddler inquired, sparkling eyes wide, munching on his favorite banana chips, while comfortably sitting on his father’s lap. Baekhyun brought a hand up to ruffle his son’s soft hair, earning a soft giggle from the 3-year-old. The house was peaceful this Sunday afternoon, almost idyllic even. Jaehyun was paying attention to his favorite cartoon while cuddling his father. Mina sat on the carpet in front of the couch, doodling mindlessly to her newest glittery notebook, occasionally taking a sip from her juice box. From the kitchen he could hear the clanking of dishes, the contact of knives and wooden cutting boards, a sure indicator that Mirae was working on something delicious.

  Upon Jae’s question, Mina put her crayon down and turned with her entire body towards the two Byuns, her lips slowly forming into a pout. “Yeah Dad, why do you call me a monkey, but not Jaehyunnie?”

  “Well princess, it all has to do with the time your mom and I started dating. Story time?” Baekhyun patted the couch next to his free leg, signaling for the 10-year-old to sit and cuddle him as well. With both kids in his arms, his smile widened as he fondly remembered the very beginning of his happy family.

  “It’s so useless, Chae. He won’t want a second date after he finds out. Why put in all the effort?” Mirae sighed, defeated almost, as she threw the black dress on top of the pile of rejects on her bed. She was really getting tired of this whole procedure – getting all dolled up for a man, just for him to zoom out the moment she spoke out about her life, leaving her empty, unwanted, hopeless until her best friend came up with another potential date. Rinse and repeat. See, the problem didn’t inherently lie with Mirae. She was 28, lead a healthy lifestyle with a decent diet and regular workouts. She had a steady job, one she was actually enjoying, one she could be proud of – not everyone from her culinary classes ended up as chefs in top restaurants. She had an at least okay personality, she liked to think at least. All her previous first dates seemed eager to get her on a second date, until her worst (best?) trait came to play. Honesty. She couldn’t leave a date without spilling the truth about her little secret. The little secret weighed 16 kgs, liked to have her chocolate brown hair in pigtails and couldn’t go a day without her Tigger plushie. Her little secret was Shin Mina, her daughter from a previous relationship.

  It always ended the same way. The men usually let her down slowly. Kind smiles, small promises of ‘see you soon’ before never texting her again. There were some, of course, who were appealed that she did not have this information readily available from the first second, did not have it plastered on her forehead – or her cleavage, for easier visibility for that matter. These men got angry that they wasted precious time and money on a women who already gave birth to someone else’s spawn – their words, not hers. She tried to react the same way to all of them. A small apology, a gentle smile and a tiny goodbye. She then entered her small apartment, went straight to Mina’s room to check on her sleeping daughter, pressing a soft kiss on her cheek before going out to the living room. The living room where her best friend, frequent babysitter and constant matchmaker, Chaeyon waited for her with tissues, ice cream and warm hugs. It always ended the same way.

  “Well for a start, this guy actually had the guts to ask you out – in person! Not on a dating app, not with some horrible pickup line, what if he’s really different?” Chae reasoned enthusiastically, throwing another dress Mirae’s way. It was rich coming from her, considering she was the one running Mirae’s dating app accounts, “filtering out” candidates before setting dates up for her. But she had a point. This guy, Byun Baekhyun, really was different. Never had a customer in the restaurant she worked at complimented her cooking while also noting her lack of wedding ring and asking smoothly for her number. Never had a man asked her every hour or two whether she was having a good day and if she remembered to drink enough water – even before their first date. Baekhyun was a natural charmer, which could’ve made everything easier. Instead, Mirae felt it would just be an even bigger disappointment when he deleted her number from his contacts with disgust in his eyes.

  Because let’s face it, Baekhyun was perfect. Fit, handsome, easygoing, yes. He was the CEO of his own company, Privé, one of the region’s hottest fashion and skin-care brands. If she were to go by the loud laughs of the friends he was dining with, he seemed fun to be around and for some reason she got the impression he would be amazing with kids. With his own kinds, preferably, she added. Cause why would a man of his caliber want to have to do anything with someone else’s child?

  “I can’t build my daughter’s future on what-ifs, Chae… I’m sure it’s not good for Minnie either. Seeing her mom go away for nights and seeing her all sad the next morning. I think I should just stop. Mina’s enough for me, I will always have her and she will always have me. Yeah, I don’t need a man to live a happy life!” She started rambling as she suddenly got up from her bed.

  “Okay, okay, calm down, fighter. You’re not wrong, you’re independent, you’re strong, you don’t need anyone. I’m also sure Mina is more than content to just have you and no one else. But! Mommy needs a little love sometimes, too.” Chaeyon winked, earning a slap on her upper arm from her friend. “Seriously, don’t leave Baekhyun hanging. Just this one last time, give this whole ordeal a chance. If it doesn’t work out with him, either, I promise to delete your dating profiles and not set up you with anyone, ever.” She promised, a hand rising to his chest.

  “I’d really appreciate that, Chae. I really appreciate you. Thank you for everything you do for me, for us.” Mirae pulled her best friend into a bone crashing hug, then grabbed the silky dress from her hands and went into her bathroom to get ready for her last date ever, potentially.

    Baekhyun waited anxiously in front of the restaurant. Wasn’t this too cliché? Bringing a chef to a restaurant for their first date? He scolded himself for listening to Jongdae’s advice – “You can get to know her the best this way, also, a way to anyone’s heart is through their stomachs”. Sure, Jongdae already had a family, so his advice should’ve sounded legit. Well, she didn’t seem to protest, even let him pick the location. She didn’t let him pick her up, tho, insisting that she can just take a taxi.

  Honestly, Baekhyun was never one to ask someone out so openly. Sure, he knew how to use his charms and words to his advantage, as it was how he fought his way to the top of his field, but flirting never came to him so naturally. What was he even thinking? Sure, his friends wanted to compliment the chef personally, a practice he always found cringeworthy, but the moment he saw her, all common sense was thrown out the wall-to-wall window of the five-star establishment. She gave him the time of day though, so he must’ve done something right.

  Just as he lifted the bouquet of yellow tulips to his nose – for one last closer inspection, he told himself -, a car stopped in front of his black Audi. If he didn’t know any better, he would say it was an angel emerging from the taxi – in his mind, he wasn’t too far off, it was her. Thanking the driver one last time, Mirae fixed the strap of her black bag on her shoulder, scanning her surroundings carefully before meeting Baekhyun’s gaze. Her lips perked up into a small smile, and she made her way quickly towards him, him doing the same so they could meet halfway. Shy greetings were exchanged before Baekhyun handed her the bouquet. He blushed slightly, thankfully hidden in the darkness of the night.

  The date was – for a lack of a better word – exceptional. While Mirae was completely ready to listen to endless hours of boring business talk from the young CEO, Baekhyun seemed a lot more interested in getting to know her than most of her recent dates. He asked about her childhood dreams, her deepest fears and most memorable trips and told her about himself in return. The conversation was balanced and Baekhyun was not opposed to taking her recommendations in consideration when it came to choosing appetizers, wine or dessert. Dessert! She couldn’t even remember the last time she and her date stayed until dessert. However, the closer the end of the date seemed, the more tense she got. It was soon time to tell him. It was soon all come crashing down again.

  “Let me drive you home” Baekhyun spoke up, breaking her out of her momentary haze. Seeing as he was just putting away his credit card, it was clear he has paid for everything already.

  “Did you really pay for all of this? Let me pay half of it” She protested, not even reacting to his initial proposition. A smile creeped up on his face upon seeing her surprise. Gosh, did he wanted to surprise her more in the future.

  “Maybe I’ll let you pay on our second date” He mentioned while helping her put on her coat. “If you’ll want to meet me again, that is.” He added, a glimmer of hope etched into his voice.

  It won’t depend on me, honestly, she wanted to add, but chose to just smile at him kindly. They exited the restaurant and Baekhyun didn’t need to do much convincing to let him take her home. She could enjoy these last few minutes with him; and it would be easier to just walk up to her apartment with her heart broken once more.

  The car round was silent on her part. Baekhyun played music on a low volume, but tried to upkeep small conversation. He could sense that something was off. He couldn’t have imagined this spark between them back in the restaurant. He could swear her smiles and laughs were genuine and she truthfully seemed interested in him. Byun Baekhyun, the 29-year-old human, not Byun Baekhyun, the CEO, the ATM on two legs. Did he say something? Was she offended that he paid the bill?

  “Hey, is everything alright?” He questioned after parking the car right in front of the address she gave him. “I hope I didn’t make you uncomfortable. If I did, I’m terribly sorry.”

  “No, no, that’s not it-“ Mirae took a deep breath and unbuckled her seatbelt. Turning towards him, she inhaled deeply once more. “I really enjoyed everything today. I can’t even begin to tell you, how much. You’re wonderful, so I think you deserve full honesty from me.” She fumbled with her fingers, voice suddenly small. “This is the part where all of them change their mind, so don’t feel bad at all, I understand.” Baekhyun would’ve lied if he said her words didn’t concern him. What was she talking about? After another deep inhale, she looked up, deep into his eyes. “I have a daughter, 4 years old, from a previous relationship.”

  “Okay, and?” was Baekhyun’s immediate response. He was honestly expecting something truly terrible, jarring, something a lot worse.

  “And? You’re not – I don’t know – mad? Disappointed? You don’t want to kick me out of your car as soon as possible?” She queried, absolutely puzzled by his reaction. “You really don’t have to act nice, I sincerely understand if you never want to see me again.”

  “I feel like you’ve had some pretty big assholes bring you on a date before, hm?” He gave her a lopsided smile. “If anything, I admire you even more. You’re a single mother, you work a tiring job and still make time for hopeless men like myself. But I think this is a bigger topic, something we could discuss on our second date. What do you say?” He leaned over to her, pressing a small kiss on her cheek. Her exes grew twice their size – because of his words or the small peck, she wasn’t sure.

  “I-… You really won’t stand me up, right? Because if you’re planning to do that, just do it now. It would be easier for both of us.”

  “Hey, I promise, this is not me pushing you away with an empty promise to never call you again. This is me, wanting to hear you full story, in a place and time you’re comfortable in. I don’t think my car’s the most ideal. How about this? Give me your phone?” She was so dazed, she put her phone in his palm without question. “This is my address. Which night are you free this week? Our second date can be at my place, I can cook us something, we can eat and watch a movie, and when you’re comfortable, you can tell me everything about her.” He gave back the device, sure enough with an address typed into her notes.

  “I could make my Wednesday night free, if that works.” She answered shyly. The inside of the car was getting hotter with every second. Or was it just her? Was it because this man could not be real?

  “Perfect, it’s a date then. Want me to pick you up or do you just want to drop by at 7?”

    “Chae, you don’t understand, he’s perfect.”

  This night, tissues were not spared. Ice cream was eaten, but not in sorrow. Mirae felt like she was floating on cloud 9. Maybe she was. Maybe it was all a dream – it sure seemed to good to be true.

  “Oh, is he now, Miss I Don’t Need A Man?” Her friend teased smugly. Oh, she was never gonna live this down.

  “No, really, I still can’t believe he wants a second date. What if it actually works out?”

  “Oh, we’re building on what-ifs now, Drama Queen?”

  “Shut up!”

    “Mommy, you look really pretty!” Mina exclaimed excitedly as soon as her mother exited her bedroom in her light jeans and blush colored blouse. She felt a lot more relaxed than in last week’s beautiful but restricting dress. “and happy, too!”

  “Thank you, sweetie” she cooed before she swept the little human in her arms. “Do you promise to behave for eonnie while mommy’s not home, like you always do?”

  “Of course, mommy!” She clapped her tiny hands together, right before leaning in and leaving a big smooch on her mom’s cheek. “Who are you meeting, mommy?”

  “I’m just visiting a friend I met this weekend, honey. I might be home late, so go to sleep with Chaeyon eonnie, okay?”

  After making sure Chae had all necessities at hand to deal with her little princess, Mirae put on her boots and coat, kissing her daughter one last time before exiting the apartment. This time, she decided to drive to Baekhyun’s instead of calling a taxi. She was a bit early, as she liked to be, when she parked in front of the simple family house in Gangnam. Was it really where Baekhyun lived? Wasn’t he living alone? Before she could question herself any longer, Baekhyun’s tuft of chocolate hair appeared at the front door, cheerfully waving towards her car. Quickly exiting and locking the vehicle, she hurried to the door with a bottle of wine in her hand.

  Baekhyun really outdid himself with the preparation. The table was set nicely for the two of them, and from the dining room she could see the living room couch decorated with soft looking pillows and blankets. While he was opening the wine bottle, she took a good look at the table full of side dishes and delicious food. Baekhyun’s soft voice, only slightly above a whisper, snapped her out of her thoughts. “I realize this is now the second date I took a chef on a date where she had to eat food probably worse than she can make at home, but I hope you don’t mind too much.”

  “And this is the second date I’m wearing my own clothes instead of the ones you designed, yet you don’t seem too bothered about it either” she joked lightly, hoping to ease his nerves – and simultaneously her own, too. A genuine smile appeared on Baekhyun’s face before his chuckle filled the whole room.

  Once they sat down and started eating they easily fell into conversation. How their week went so far, the plans they had for the rest of it. It was so easy talking to each other, almost like they’d known each other for far longer than the week they actually had. And just like before, Mirae could feel the heavy topic of her private life creeping up on her. As if reading her mind, Baekhyun spoke up, wine glass in one hand. “You know, you don’t have to tell me anything you’re not comfortable with. But I’d really like to know about your story, your daughter.” And yet again, with only a few words he managed to put her mind at ease, as if it was the easiest thing on Earth to tell him everything. He suggested moving to the couch, leaving the empty dishes on the table. He started clicking buttons on the remote of the TV, a seemingly endless list of movies appearing on screen shortly after. While he was reading through the titles, Mirae made herself comfortable between the pillows and blankets. “Have you seen Enola Holmes? I never got around to watching it.”

  “I haven’t either, we can watch that” she replied, smiling at him when she realized he turned his whole body towards her when he asked for her opinion. After starting the movie, he also made his way to the couch, sitting down a bit further away from her than he would’ve originally liked to, but he didn’t want to invade her personal space. Not yet, at least. He grabbed a pillow and put it in his lap, pulling his legs up on the couch so that his body was turned towards her. After a few minutes of comfortable silence, her body also turned towards him, her lips curling into a nervous smile. “Mina’s 4 years old. She’s going to kindergarten now and she absolutely loves it. She only made two friends, but she plays with them all the time and I’m really happy she could fit in. I was really worried, her not having a father when all her peers are picked up by theirs almost every day. She still sees him once every month, but I don’t think she enjoys spending time with him.”

  “Oh, so he’s dad is around?” slipped out of Baekhyun’s mouth before he could think it through. Eyes widening in panic he tried saving the situation. “I mean, that’s good, right? Or is it? I’m sorry, I don’t even know what I’m saying” his rambling earned him a hearty chuckle and a small smile.

  “Yeah, I’m happy that he finally came around and wanted to see his daughter. I mean, I wasn’t expecting much when he left with another girl only a week after I told him I was pregnant” she mentioned bitterly. It was a hard topic, not something she could take lightly, but it was her kneejerk reaction to stress. They continued like this, Mirae talking about her horrible experiences, white slight jokes sprinkled into the stories and Baekhyun reassuring her for the best of his abilities. Honestly, he could’ve easily gone out and beat the guy to a pulp for what he has done to her and her daughter. He knew better though, he knew she was fully capable of dealing with that jerk as much as she needed to, but he just couldn’t help this overwhelming urge to protect her at all costs. He was sure once he met Mina, he would feel the same about the little girl, too.

  “Do you want to see some pictures of her?” she asked shyly, and Baekhyun accepted within a fraction of a second. She scooted closer to him on the couch, his legs returning to the ground to give her space beside him. With her phone in hand she opened her gallery, full of pictures of food and a little girl. With every picture she showed came a small story – it started raining when we were in the park, she loves puddles, so she immediately jumped into one and she wanted to dress as Remy from Ratatouille, but we decided to stick with Colette in the end. With every little piece she revealed of herself, Baekhyun’s arms inched closer and closer, to the point where it was no going back from hooking his arm around her waist, pulling her closer to him. While caught off guard, she didn’t seem to dislike his close proximity. The movie still played in the background, but neither of them knew what the story was about. She put her phone away after a while, cuddling into his side and leaning her head on his shoulder. It all just felt right. With her previous dates, Mirae was always cautious about skinship and touching, but with Baekhyun it all seemed to come naturally.

  Once the end credits started rolling, Netflix already recommending the next movie to watch, Baekhyun reluctantly left his comfortable cocoon, and with that, her embrace, to turn the streaming service off. Mirae was almost dozing off underneath the warm blankets, and he hadn’t the heart to disturb her peace. When he started walking towards the dining area, all intentions of cleaning up, she also rose from the couch, following him with a smile plastered on her face. “Need help?”

  “You’re the guest, no work for you here” he answered softly, pestering a small kiss on the top of her head. His gesture made her cheeks heat up, momentarily speechless as he started cleaning up the aftermath of their dinner. With him refusing her help, she sat down on a chair next to the dining table, watching him move around the space smoothly. “There’s a carnival just outside the city, do you think Mina would enjoy it?” A kitchen towel was flung across his shoulder, dirty plates in one hand, empty wine glasses in the other. The implications of his question were deeper than she was prepared for. She honestly hasn’t thought much about introducing anyone to Mina lately, since she didn’t have any worthy candidates. Baekhyun, however, was different. She had no doubt Mina would warm up to him easily, he seemed to have that effect on anyone he wanted to. Wouldn’t it be too soon though? How long should she wait? These times, she really wished there was a guidebook to dating as a single parent, telling her exactly what was right and what wasn’t. But there wasn’t, and she decided then and there: she would give Baekhyun a chance.

    “Mommy, can I bring Tigger to the carni-war?” Mina asked excitedly, jumping around the living room with her favorite plushie in her hand.

  “It’s called a carnival, honey” she corrected her, pulling down her fluffy baby blue sweater to make sure she was properly covered in the chilly autumn morning. “And I think it’s best if Tigger stays home today. What if we lose him? He’ll wait for you to come home, right here” she placed the toy on the couch, sitting up. “Now go grab your bag, sweetie, Baekhyun will be here soon.”

  She didn’t even need to finish her sentence, her child was already running down the corridor, towards her room. Last night they had the big talk. Mommy’s friend, Baekhyun was coming over and taking them to the carnival. Mommy’s friend, Baekhyun is really nice and she doesn’t need to be afraid of him. Mommy’s friend, Baekhyun is really excited to meet her, so she should behave. Mommy really likes her friend, Baekhyun, just like in the movies, so she needs private agent Mina’s help to determine if he really is a good man. She hoped being a girl on a mission would ease Mina’s mind enough to not be too nervous around Baekhyun. She wasn’t particularly afraid of strangers, but she tended to be shy. Mirae was also afraid she would associate spending time with a grown man to spending time with her father, which she always threw a fuss about. She always said her dad was boring, that they just watched cartoons and ate fast food when she was at his place. Mirae scolded him every time for this, but things never changed. Just as Mina arrived at her feet, Hello Kitty backpack on her shoulders, there was a knock on the door. “Woo, he’s here!” the toddler exclaimed and Mirae couldn’t help but chuckle as she went to open the door. There he stood, dressed in his own streetwear, eyes shining, grin wide, with a bouquet of yellow tulips in his hand. After letting him in and thanking him she excused herself to the kitchen to search for a vase. When she came back, to her biggest surprise, Baekhyun was crouching in front of Mina, handing her a very small bouquet of various colorful flowers.

  “Shin Mina, what do we say?” She scolded playfully, arms crossed in front of her chest.

  “Thank you!” She bounced happily, running towards her mother with the flowers in her hand. “Mommy, look”

  “It’s really pretty, sweetie” Mirae picked her up, the little girl already too heavy for her to carry for longer periods. “Let’s find a glass you can put them in so they don’t get sad.”

  After putting their flowers in water, the two girls returned to the smiling CEO, Mina still having an excited bounce in her step. They were soon leaving the apartment, Baekhyun carrying Mina’s car seat to install in his car before letting Mirae strap her in the proper way. The drive to the carnival wasn’t too long, especially since Mina for some reason couldn’t keep her mouth shut. She kept telling stories to Baekhyun and asking him questions he never thought he would have to be ready for – Baekhyunnie do you think the sky is so blue because there’s so much water in it? Baekhyunnie why is unhealthy food so delicious and healthy food so- so- broccoli!. Mirae heavily enjoyed how flustered he got when trying to answer her nonsensical queries, trying his hardest to please the toddler with his answer.

  Saying that Mina went wild at the carnival would be a big understatement. Colorful rides, delicious smelling treats at every corner, it’s safe to say she was nearly overwhelmed with excitement. She wanted to sit on every ride, eat a sample of all the food and never rest. Mirae also learned a lot about Baekhyun on that date. Like when they were buying sandwiches and Mina offered him a bite of her own, Baekhyun almost accepting before realizing with disgust written all across his features that it had cucumbers in it. Or when you were on top of the ferris wheel and he let it slip how utterly terrified he was of heights, only to let Mina drag you two into the line for the rollercoasters. The fact that he was trying tens of times harder to make sure Mina was enjoying her day than her own father ever did really warmed Mirae’s heart. That’s why when the end of the day approached and Baekhyun dropped them off she didn’t refuse the idea of a fourth date, and didn’t hesitate to lean up and seal their goodbye with a kiss.

  From then on, Baekhyun was an engraved part of the Shins life. He would bring Mirae on dates every week, each of them drawing them closer to each other, and every week he would come over and spend a day with her and Mina. Sometimes they went out and did some outdoors activities – hiking was Mina’s favorite -, sometimes they just stayed inside and had fun with games and movies. That’s why Baekhyun’s revelation came as a shocking surprise after three months of officially being a couple.

  He hadn’t finished his military service yet, meaning he would have to enlist within the next 6 months. Enlist, for 20 months. He was terrified to tell her this. He was too focused on starting his own company in the beginning of his twenties, so he pushed it off for as long as he could. He was horrified of what her reaction could be. Would she hate him? She told him her biggest secret on date one and he waited three months! What was he thinking? She, however, was absolutely understanding. A bit sad, a little upset, of course, but inherently she understand his want to focus on his career beforehand. She made him promise to contact her every week when he could use his phone and to not get hurt while he was serving in the navy. The moment she kissed him softly, reassuring him that she would wait till the day she came back, he knew she would be the one he marries.

    The past 20 months were terrible for her, sure. Only speaking on the phone once per week, not even being able to see his face, since photographs were still strictly prohibited in the military, really took a toll on her. But being a grown woman she understood that he had to do this, that he will be back soon. Mina, now 6 years old, was a whole different story. She didn’t understand why Baekhyun stopped visiting, why he missed both two of his birthday parties since she knew him, why he was only calling once a week – not even videocalling, like her grandparents, but just calling! She really missed him, Mirae could see that. Never in her 6 years of life did she miss anyone like this. She had friends move away from their neighborhood, hell, she saw her real father only once a month. But this was different, Baekhyun was different. Mina could see how much her mommy missed him, too, and seeing her sad only made the little girl sadder.

  “Does Mina know I’m coming home next Thursday?” Baekhyun asked at the end of their hour long conversation. Mina was already asleep, seeing as it was near 10PM. He would soon need to hang up.

  “No, I didn’t want to tell her until you knew the exact day you were arriving. She really misses you, you know?” She smiled fondly, playing with a strand of her own hair. One week. He’ll finally be coming back in seven days. He’ll be discharged on Wednesday, but his base is so far from Seoul his friend, Chanyeol would have to drive late at night. So they agreed they’ll stay in a hotel near the base for the night, then drive home in the morning. You offered to fetch him yourself, but he insisted on surprising Mina, and he said that would give it all away. He may’ve had a point.

  “Is she the only one missing me?” he joked. ”Good, don’t tell her. When can you pick her up from school? 4? Gosh, she’s already in school, I’m sure she’s grown so much…”

  “Yeah, I can’t even pick her up properly, she’s so heavy” she giggled at his rambling. “She’s almost 120cms now, she really grew a lot. I wonder if you’ll even recognize her when we go to her school.”

  “She has your eyes, of course I’ll recognize her! I really can’t wait, I missed you both so much. I have to go now, curfew, you know… I’ll text you when I’m near Seoul” he promised, a hopeful sigh prominent in his voice.

  “Okay, take care. I’ll cook your favorite, no cucumbers.” She winked and even thought he couldn’t see, she was sure he knew. “I love you”

  “I love you too, see you soon.”

    “GPS says 34 minutes.”

  “28 now!”

  “Only 24 minutes and I’m back!”

  “19 minutes, I can’t wait!”

  She giggled, looking at her phone and the seemingly endless messages, before typing her response. “Wow, Chanyeol must really want to throw you out the window right now haha Door’s open, soldier.”

  His messages didn’t stop, if anything they picked up in frequency. 17 minutes, 14, 13, 10, 8, 7, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1, I see the convenience store, I see your street, I see the building…

  By the time Chanyeol parked his car in front her complex she was already waiting on the sidewalk, immediately running to him and jumping into his arms after he exited the car.

  “Fucking finally, if I had to spend another minute with him in my car, I might’ve driven into a tree on purpose.” Chanyeol’s grumpy voice sounded from the rolled down window. She let out a chuckle, thanking him for not killing his best friend before inviting them both inside. Chanyeol declined, taking out Baekhyun’s bags before waving goodbye and driving off. She smiled at him fondly, arms still around his waist. He bulked up a bit in the past year and a half, his shoulders broader than the last time she saw him. His skin was also a bit tanner, probably thanks to the time spent in the sun. What haven’t changed, thankfully, was his boxy smile and sparkling eyes looking deep into hers.

  They spent the entire day in each other’s arms, exchanging kisses left and right, talking about anything and everything. Minutes before 4PM they were already outside of Mina’s school. Loud screams and laughter sounded from the playground at the back porch of the school, so they headed there straight away. Upon seeing Mirae, a teacher called out to Mina – Mina, mommy’s here – and the moment her big eyes found the pair at the entrance, she ran like her life depended on it, straight into the arms of Baekhyun who was already crouching down with his arms open. “You’re back!” she cried out, small sobs shaking her entire body. Baekhyun hugged her close, smiling up at Mirae sheepishly, clearly fighting his own tears. Giving them a minute of privacy, Mirae walked towards the teacher overlooking the crowd of playing children, to collect Mina’s coat and backpack.

  “So is he the Baekhyun the whole school was hearing about lately?” she smiled at the mother knowingly. She knew Mina couldn’t shut up about how her Baekhyunnie was in the army and would be coming back any time now. Mirae nodded happily, exchanging a few words about Mina before she walked back to the two loves of her life. Mina’s arms were still tight around his neck, but he was standing up now, holding her in his arms securely.

  “Honey, you’ll have to let go of Baekhyun eventually, or he won’t be able to drive us home” she cooed, pressing a reassuring kiss to the little girl’s cheek, rubbing her back slightly. “It’s okay, honey, you don’t need to cry.”

  “Will you leave again?” Her voice sounded barely louder than the slight wind playing with her hair, but they both heard. Baekhyun kissed the top of his head, making sure she wouldn’t fall from his grip.

  “No, princess, you won’t be able to get rid of me from now on.”

  They stood there for five minutes, Mina not budging a milimiter, but her tears subsiding, before Mirae decided she would drive, while Baekhyun could sit in the back with Mina in his lap. By the time they approached Baekhyun’s driveway she was soundly asleep on his chest, him rubbing her soft hair slightly. Once parked, Mirae opened the back door and tried to get Mina off him, but even in her sleep she still wouldn’t stir. Once Baekhyun carried her into his home – cleaned biweekly by a cleaning agency for the past 20 months –, he sat down with her on the couch, waiting for Mirae to join them. Cuddled together, they talked in whispers, not daring to wake up the exhausted little girl.

  For days after Baekhyun couldn’t get her to stop clinging to her like a koala – not like he really minded. He did need to go back to work though, having been running his company remotely with the help of his right hand, Chanyeol. Mina also needed to go to school, but he made it his mission to leave early enough every day and pick her up from school. He even had to carry her out to the grill party they organized in his backyard that weekend, a small event with family and friends to celebrate Baekhyun’s return. Well, that was the reason Mirae knew. For Baekhyun, this small event wasn’t precisely about greeting his parents and brother, his niece and nephew or even Mirae’s parents. He wanted them all there for one reason, and one reason only. The reason was snugly tucked away in the inside pocket of his blazer, the gem precisely cut, the size determined sneakily by sneaky texts with Chaeyon.

  Mirae and their mothers were in charge of the side dishes and desert inside, while their fathers did the grilling. Baekhyun always loved seeing their parents getting along well – it seriously was more than he ever hoped for. Baekhyun sat down at the makeshift sandpit where his niece and nephew were already playing, supervised by his brother and sister-in-law, and encouraged Mina to join them. “Nervous?” his brother inquired, a hand resting on his shoulder.

  “More than I imagined I’d be.” Baekhyun sighed, watching Mina enjoy her time with the two kids who he hoped could become her cousins soon. “What if she thinks it’s all too soon? I mean, it is, I just… Why wait when I know I want to be with her forever?”

  “Hyunnie, you grew up quite a lot, didn’t you?” His brother’s grip on his shoulder tightened reassuringly, a proud smile sitting on his lips. “I can see she loves you as much as you love her. And I mean technically, you’ve been together for 2 years already. Sure, most of it was long-distance, but you both fought through it. Her kid also adores you, which I think is already a selling factor.”

  “Still, I don’t think I’ve ever been this nervous in my life-“

  “Why are you nervous?” Mina appeared in front of him, hands full of sand, eyes full of wonder.

  “Oh, nothing monkey, I just need to ask your mom a question after dinner.” he replied, grabbing her and pulling her onto his lap.

  “But mommy’s not scary, I ask her questions all the time” she added innocently, snuggling closer to him. “Want me to ask it for you?”

  “No, honey, Baekhyunnie has to ask this. And this is our secret, okay, monkey? Mommy can’t know I want to ask her anything.”

  “Okay!” she playfully zipped her lips, before jumping off him and running back to play in the sand some more. He looked after her with fondness in his eyes, totally forgetting about the conversation he had with his brother before – or the presence of the older man for that matter.

  “See? It’s like she’s been your daughter all along.”

  “Should’ve guessed I’ll find you in the sandpit with the kids” Mirae appeared behind her, wrapping her arms around his shoulders and pressing her lips to his cheek. “Food’s almost ready, could you get the kids to wash up and sit in their chairs?”

  “Of course, love” he turned in her arms, pressing a quick peck on her lips. “Need help with anything else?”

  “Oh, no, your mom is running around like a rabbit on steroids, I think her and my mom got the table all set up already.” Oh, his mom. When they arrived earlier that day, Baekhyun pulled her aside – just like he did with his father and Mirae’s parents individually later on – to let her know about his plan. She was overjoyed, just like the rest of the parents, but he guesses she couldn’t fully contain her excitement like he asked her to do.

  Dinner was going as smoothly as it could, with family member and friends talking in small groups about whatever they deemed worthy. Mirae turned to Baekhyun midway, looking at him like he brought down the stars for her, and kissed the corner of his lips. Did she knew? Did one of their mothers let it slip out? Maybe he shouldn’t have asked for their permission to begin with, it’s all ruined now- “I was thinking about switching workplaces. The restaurant chain is opening a new location in Gangnam, I’d have a lot more regular hours and I could be closer to you, as well.” She ran her hand down his lower arm until their fingers tangled together under the table. His surprised expression only caused her smile to widen. “What do you think?”

  “I think you should definitely take the opportunity. And you should definitely move here, with me, you know, so you could be closer to work.” he answered dreamily, not believing how well this all played in with his plan. “Your lease is coming to an end either way, right? The elevator hasn’t been working for a while either, did they fix that already? And Mina could play out here every day, without you having to bring her to a park. And you know, we could wake up next to each other every morning, so that’s an added bonus-“

  “Calm down, I was convinced by the time you mentioned the elevator” she joked, pressing another short kiss onto his lips. “Let’s talk about this after everyone left, hm?”

  “Yeah, let’s” he spaced out, touching the hidden pocket with his free hand. “Actually” he let go of her hand suddenly, standing up from the table. Everyone looked at him, some expectantly, some curiously – including her. “I’ve been thinking about this for a long time now. I-… I never thought that I would find the love of my life when I went into that restaurant two years ago. Honestly, I wasn’t even looking for a relationship, I was planning to finish my military service and then maybe start looking but then I saw you and everything changed. I was terrified of everything, of this newfound confidence you gave me, of disappointing you, or Mina, and when I was lying on my bed in the navy every day, I was terrified of one day losing you. I-… I don’t even know where I’m trying to go with all of this, I should’ve practiced more, but you just had to surprise me today, as well and… Just please, will you marry me?” He blurted out, now on one knee next to her chair, with the velvet box opened in his palm. He was too afraid to look at her for a second, but then remembered it’s her, he shouldn’t have to worry about anything. Both of Mirae’s hands were covering her face, tears quickly gathering at the corners of her eyes. Gosh¸ she wasn’t expecting this, not today at least, not for a while longer honestly. But just thinking about spending the rest of her days by his side made her extremely happy. She had no doubt Baekhyun is the one – but wasn’t this all too fast? Or was it? What more was she waiting for?

  Without uttering a word she threw herself onto him, arms wrapping around his neck and suddenly she couldn’t hold back the tears anymore. Free hand wrapping around her waist, Baekhyun tried shushing her, to comfort her. “I kind of need an answer here, sweetheart.”

  “Yes, of course” she choked out, hugging him even closer before he grabbed her left hand, slowly sliding the shiny ring on her fourth finger before leaning down and enveloping her in the most romantic kiss they ever shared. Friends and family cheering, kids ew-ing, it all couldn’t be more perfect.

  That was, until a year later, a day before their wedding Baekhyun was panicking, walking up and down the living room – their living room –, worried that they must have missed something during planning, something will go wrong and she will hate him forever. “Honey” She ran her arm up his arm, slowly wrapping both arms around his neck and tangling her hair into his soft, black hair. “It’s going to be fine. The wedding planner took care of everything, most guests are already in their hotel rooms, your tuxedo and my dress are waiting for us at the venue and I made sure the wedding cake is the best they could make. Everything is going to be just fine” she tried reassuring him, pressing kiss after kiss on his pouting lips. “Besides, I don’t need my husband breaking down on our wedding day, leaving me to take care of our two kids on my own.”

  “I’m not going to-“ he protested, clearly not registering right away the secret in her last words. “Wait, what, two?” His eyes were wider than she’s ever seen them, and she could swear if she didn’t know he was nearing 32, she would believe he was 9 going by how cute he was.

  “Oops, did I say two? Might have spoiled the honeymoon surprise” she added cheekily, carefully watching as Baekhyun’s smile widened to his ears before she could feel his arms crushing her bones as he pulled her close.

  “I love you, so, so much.”

  “I love you too, honey. You were absolutely worth the wait.”

    “So, Dad, I’m monkey because I was clinging to you when you came back from the army?” Mina asked, pushing himself away from her guardian.

  “Yes, sweetie.” He answered proudly. Jaehyun was already snoring soundly on his shoulder.

  “Then why did you not just say that? Why did I have to listen to your whole story with mom again?” Mina whined. Just as she was about to give him a piece of her mind – like the scary, independent, full of anger 10-year-old she was – Mirae emerged from the kitchen, an apron still draped around her front. “Mom, dad is the worst!”

  “Tell me about it, monkey” Mirae picked her up, ruffling her hair. With a big puff of air escaping her small lips, Mina crossed her arms.

  “I hate that nickname.”

[baeklination]

Ocean: the surface

Date:201010

Warnings/Contains: au. Fluff-ish, pre/light smut, (angst-ish?)

Pairing: Baekhyun x F.Reader

WC: 1850

NOTE: This is a prologue.

the deep (2)  Masterlist

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  Gawa has decided the week's holy day is Saturday. Having a big dog in the city has its challenges; not being able to let him run freely in the wild, and other dog owners thinking he's a menace. In truth, Gawa is a menace. But the lovely "jump into your bed in the morning, follow your every move, eat every crumb you drop"-menace, not the scary dog people perceive him to be due to his rottie-pitbull DNA. (No, Gawa is everything other owners wish their dog was.) So having this park not thirty minutes walk from your home has been a blessing. 

This is your time to wind down. Usually. Today, same as last week, that man is here. Last time he at least had the decorum to pretend he was busy with his phone. But not now.  He's leaning across the fence, just looking - smiling - at you. You smile back with a little nod, hoping it will send him on his way, but also hoping it won't. He chuckles and runs his hand through his black waves. When he cocks his head and mouths "come here", you get a burst of butterflies shooting through your stomach. You're a goner. 

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It starts with one thing

  Walking into the restaurant you immediately see you're out of place. Businessmen, business women, upper echelon people all dressed in black, slicked back hair and heels reaching to the heavens. In your blue denims and white blouse you not only look out of place, but feel it. If one of these people were to look up and spot you their fork would fall to their plate, alerting everyone that there's an intruder among them. You're surprised they haven't sniffed you out already… Nervously fidgeting with the zipper of your pink bag (why did I try to look cute for him..!) while damning your not so shiny shoes you hear him:

"You came…"

In keeping with the rest of the patrons he's wearing a black suit and tie, hair moderately styled to a soft wave. But Baekhyun looks different from the others. He looks...damn near perfect. The distinction between the two of you was glaringly obvious, but you hadn't realised it until now. 

"I didn't know we were going somewhere fancy like this...", you say, trying to look relaxed, but in your mind you're wondering if you'd even be able to pay for a drink here.

Sure, one could say custom dictates Baekhyun pays, since he asked you out, but not wanting to be guided by tradition you should at least offer. (What if he lets me? If he thinks it's a novel idea..!) You know you should just tell him how it is. Not being able to afford certain things - certainly not these types of luxuries - isn't something to be ashamed of. But you can't. 

Sensing your discomfort Baekhyun takes you to the side:

"Would you rather we went somewhere different?"

"Yes..!", you blurt out before backtracking "I mean, I know you picked this place and all, but it's so...and everyone's - you're so…", you trail off, trying to not overreact by letting the burn in your eyes come through. 

"Hey...", he says, taking your hands in his. "We'll go somewhere else if you're that uncomfortable. I just wanted you to join me since I always eat alone here. I thought it'd be nice to be accompanied by such a pretty little thing as you", he smiles. 

You can't help but feel flattered.

"Really? I mean..."

"Really. Besides… Look at them. Not a single soul will give you a second look - no, I don't mean it like that", he chuckles. "I'm trying to say they're all too busy being busy, thinking about themselves, you know."

Knowing Baekhyun's right and not wanting to be rude you muster up a little courage. 

"Okay, you're right. But if one of these fuckers look at me funny…"

Blowing smoke of course, you've never been in a fight your whole life. 

"Shh! They will if you talk like that."

"Oh, sorry", you giggle into your hand. 

When he interlaces his fingers with yours, guiding you to your table, you feel better, protected even.

"Ah, Mr. Byun - and who might this lovely young woman be?", the waiter says with a glint in his eye.

"You never coat it on like that when I'm alone, Freddie. Not pretty enough?"

"I would, but we don't want everyone to start talking, do we?"

"Well, I don't want everyone to start talking about this one either", he says, taking your hand. "She's mine."

His phrasing is perhaps a little caveman like, but the way he says it is endearing. 

"I'll give you a moment to look over the menu", Freddie says with a wink, but is halted by Baekhyun. 

"No need. We'll have the beef tartare, and a dry white."

"Beef isn't really my favourite", you say tentatively, afraid of offending Freddie. 

"Trust me, you'll love it. It's great."

"Mm...okay. I'm sure it's lovely."

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  Baekhyun had been right, the tartare was great. In fact, everything had been. He'd been a true gentleman all lunch, totally focused on you; asking about work, your family, and of course Gawa. He even stood up when you went to the ladies room. Being dropped off at your apartment had never felt less colourful. It wasn't a monetary comparison; it was the warmth emanating from him being taken away. When he asked if he could see you again and said his goodbye with a soft kiss you felt like Cinderella. 

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I’ve put my trust in you

  After three dates, a couple of bouquets and a hundred texts and calls in two weeks you knew it for certain - you'd been swept off your feet. You'd left Gawa with your mom for the night, 'cus this date was different - you were having dinner at his place. Riding the elevator to the eleventh floor you are more nervous than the first date; looking in the mirror for the seventh time you decide to wipe away your lipstick (don't want it to smudge if…). 

Baekhyun opens the door an leans on the frame with that disarming smile:

"Aren't you a sight…"

"Oh, stop it, Baek..."

"Stop? Never. I can pause. But sweetie… It's Baekhyun, not Baek, okay?"

For the umpteenth time you forget he doesn't like that nickname. 

"I know. Baekhyun."

"Come on, let's eat. You hungry?"

"I could eat", you chirp.

Truth be told you were famished, but vanity had made you opt for a dress that left little to no room for gorging. You knew it was silly when you picked it, but you wanted to look really nice. You wanted him to find you sexy.

Going through the kitchen to a dining room your eyes widen as you take it all in; the long table, standing in the middle of a dark room, is filled with candles all the way up to the two seats at the end where a bottle is on ice and two plates hide their contents under lids. 

"Wow… Did you do all this?"

"I should just say yes, but I had help. I've a friend who's a party planner. Asked his advice. I prepared the food myself though", he continued excitedly. "Come on, see what it is."

Lifting the lid you see your favourite dish. Your exact favourite. 

"Is this..? This isn't from Jade Garden, is it?"

"I don't cook, and thought better safe than sorry. Hope you're not disappointed. Gawa will be happy though."

"Gawa..?"

"I got some braised chicken for him."

"You did..!? That dog is gonna end up spoiled."

"If you love him, I love him”, he smiles.

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"Full?"

"I don't get how I can feel so hungry yet get full in three mouthfuls. I wish I could eat like you."

Shoving his chair back he reaches for your hand.

"My little bird. Sit with me."

The jitters are always the worst in the beginning. Sitting down on his lap he wraps his arms around your waist and looks at you for a moment. Realising how much your ribcage is rising you can't hold back your laughter, Baekhyun mimicking you. Even as he's guiding you towards him by the nape of your neck he lets out a chuckle. 

  It's quiet. Only the sound of dragged out kisses and fabric being touched disturb it. When he shifts his weight you feel the bulge beneath his dress pants. Your approving moan lets his hands travel further, undoing your zipper at the back, letting your dress fall down, stopping short of showing your nipples. Kissing his way down your neck, hands feathering your back he breaks the silence:

"I think we should...move to the bedroom… Don't you..?", he finishes, pushing down your dress further. 

As it runs over your nipples it sends a shiver down your back. But even so it doesn't match the one you experience from seeing Baekhyun; sinking lower in his seat, pressing his groin upward, he takes your nipple between his lips - the other being firmly caressed by his hand..

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"Shit!", Baekhyun exclaims, rolling onto his back.

There's a sheen of sweat on his heaving chest, which plasters him onto you when he pulls you in and showers kisses on you.

"God, woman..! We're gonna have to see about getting you on the pill first thing Monday", he sighs "Or I'll go broke with all the condoms I'm gonna have to buy."

"Oh, get...", you laugh into his chest. 

"Dead serious, sweetie. And next time we'll do it the other way…"

"Other way?"

"You know…", he says, smacking your ass "...other way."

"Trying the whole menu in one night? And here I thought you were respectable, Mr. Byun…"

"Give me ten minutes and I'll respect the hell out of you."

"Where are you going?"

"Hydration. Getting water. No stay, I'll bring it in."

"I'm just gonna check my phone, see so mom hasn't called or anything."

Seeing Baekhyun in the kitchen, his silhouette outlined by faint spotlights your heart skips. (I really just had sex with that beautiful fucking man…)There's nothing exciting happening on your phone (thank you, God), so you make your way back to the comforts of Baekhyun's bed.

"News..?"

You shake your head in reply and cuddle up, accidentally falling asleep on him.

Having one of those falling dreams you flounder, sliding off him.

"Shit, you scared me", he laughs, mostly at his own reaction. 

"I scared myself, Christ! Sorry... Did I wake you?"

"Nah, I wasn't asleep", he says, rolling on top of you.

Pushing your legs open with his, the flush in your torso is instant. His hair caressing your forehead as he buries his tongue in your mouth; his length pressed against your stomach; his weight on you.

"It's only me, right?", he whispers as he aligns himself to your entrance. 

"Only you..?"

"It's only me you're with?"

"Oh. Yeah. It's just you."

"Good."

With one hand on your waist he slides in and starts rolling his hips. 

"I wouldn’t like it if I found out you were doing this with someone else."

[exodusmc]

Outsider 06

Genre: Power au, war au, rebel au

Words: 1495

Paring: Light manipulator Baekhyun  x  Lieutenant Reader

Side character/s: Yixing

Warning!: Mentions of nightmares, drugs, medical equipment, needles,  stop of puls, talk about death

a/n: Chanyeol’s solo is so beautiful and I really like that Vivi is in Sehun’s. :)

Gif is not mine 

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The reflexion in the mirror looked tired, weak with bitten lips. Baekhyun stared at himself, not believing it was him. Was that really him? Looking so empty? It was and he shouldn't be surprised. Ever since he had been caught and put in the box had he not been forced to make sure he survived, no, he would just wake up and there would be something to eat, which meant he had time to think, remember all the suppressed nightmares swirling in his mind. A sigh pushed past his mouth, orbs slipping through the empty room. He was alone, like most of the time, and it hurt. Before could he at least pretend but that wasn't the case anymore, his differences always shoved in his face. 

Getting out from the bathroom, Baekhyun tensed. Beside the guard were you standing, talking lowly. The door shut behind him and he felt dread pinch his skin, you gazed at him, speaking words which dried his mouth.

“Good morning Byun, I have to perform some tests which had been left out from your file.”

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The light was dim, a lone chair standing in the middle, Baekhyun sitting on it. Tubes and machines were connected to him, pierced his skin. You stared through the glass, glaring at his vitals, making sure you didn't miss a thing. The black patch attached to his forehead read his brain waves, another right over his heart. A special form of drug had been given to him, a drug which let your organs keep working but taking away you, the power to move when you wanted. It didn't work for too long and if it was given in high doses could it kill. 

“Put on the first scenario…”the hospital didn't have everything needed to perform all of the tests but you were unsure if you really wanted to do the worst ones.

His brain waves increased, signaling he started to see pictures from the needle in his neck, heartbeat going a little faster. What you knew was there only images of the republic sigil and ads beings shown but his reaction still fueled by fear. Someone wrote down his vitals, every move of the green line.

“Next one..”an exhale left you, eyes following his still body, but the line turned straight.”What is he shown?”

Darkness creep up Baekhyun's legs, clawed at flesh until it was everywhere. Thick and like oil, swallowing him whole. He felt like he was a child again, covering in his room, crying. Figures moved around, grabbed him, tore his skin. Air couldn't reach his lungs, shallow breaths racing through his body, but it wasn't enough. Panic crawled over his numb limbs, unable to move, to see. 

“No no no NO!”suddenly was there no darkness or monsters, only light. It held him carefully, cradled his tear stained face. His lips were parted, chest slowly stopping the rushed intake of oxygen. He relaxed but kept the light close, let it be a part of him, making him less lonely.

Yixing watched you with surprised eyes. He had never seen anything like this happen before, a high ranking person struggling to help an unnatural. When Baekhyun’s mind had panicked, creating a light so bright it crushed the glass and machines, had you jumped to him. All the tubes were taken out from his trembling body, hands helping him down on the floor as you searched for a pulse and breathing. You hadn't felt it at first, even when his body jerked, so you performed cpar, hands burning from the sheer heat he was lingering in. It had been so bright, his light, bright like you had never seen before. And when a sigh left him, were you panting by his side. Baekhyun survived but didn't open his eyes. That’s when Yixing stepped in, taking the sleeping boy to one of his rooms, however, now could he be sure, sure that you would help him as the time came. 

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Why? Why did you jump through glass, ripping your arms open, just so you could help the unnatural? You shouldn't care but you had and it hurt your head. Bandages wrapped around your wounds, laying softly against the wood as you wrote, letters not as neatly as they should be. Byun was scared of the dark, so much so he almost became pure energy in the form of light. You had closed your eyes just in time to keep your sight. He had been on the brink of death, a few wires having tron his skin open. 

“Case 04’s biggest weakness known as of now is darkness. It forced his body to turn into the most primitive way of protection, almost killing himself in the process…”he had lit up like a thousand stars, black hair burning gold together with his eyes. It scared you slightly, because it meant that the unnatural were extremely powerful, but at the same time was it dangerous for themselves.”...Case 04 were unable to continue tests after. Lieutenant Shin Y/n Juniela 23 year 4508, time 20:02.”

The pen landed against your desk, laid still as you stared. Ever sinces you got to this place with case 04, had your head hurt. You had seen things, felt things, done things, you shouldn't. It was like your reality was slowly crashing down, lies reaching up to your ears. Never had the scared eyes affected you but it changed, made you want to throw up when you were the monster in their eyes. The nightmares felt like memories and you couldn't think of the unnatural as bad. Red and black were what you wore but it meant nothing. 

Outside your window was the world in peace, grass covering the ground, but there was so much more going on, you just couldn't see it like you used to, hidden so far away from it all. Rebels were coming close and they were after what you fought for, maybe even you, because even if you hadn't killed in months, didn't it mean you’ve never done it before. Crimson had splatted over your boots and they had gotten cleaned of, while whoever was unfortunate was forgotten, erased from this life.  Killing was what you did, raised on fear and anger, but they were put on the wrong people. Innocent were no one, however, some were evil. 

A sigh passed your lips, glass panes open so wind could stroke against you cheek. You eyed the forest, wondering of the world’s secrets and what it was like living in the past. All of earth couldn't be dying, there had to be a place which was blooming, full of life like it was back then. There had to be a place where you weren't a killer.

-

Baekhyun groaned, mind groggy and body sore. The last thing he remembered were needles, so many needles poking his skin. But then there was darkness, and his throat clogged up. Sitting up rapidly, Baekhyun felt his head spin, whatever he had in his stomach coming rushing up. Someone held out a bucket were the content of  his stomach could fill, coughs rising up through his lungs as he tried to breathe. Baekhyun saw his hand through the unshed tears in his eyes and felt more panic hit him. A needle with a clear tube was connected to him, just like before. Muffled cries left him, fingers trying to rip the tube out.

“No no, Baekhyun.. relax..”Yixing held back Baekhyun’s hand, forcing him to keep his breath until it steadied and he slumped back down on the white sheets.”..It’s okay..It only an IV bag with saline..for your dehydration..” 

Cloudy orbs moved around the room, lips dry. Yixing exhaled, staring at the white bandages Baekhyun wore, swallowing when the boy leaned back. 

“It’s okay now, I promise..”the doctor started writing and Baekhyun couldn't stop feeling like when he was lock on the chair, but his arms were free, he could move.”..You’re alive because of Lieutenant Y/n and that is great news, it means our chances of getting out of here increase ten fold.”

Yixing spoke but Baekhyun couldn't get over the first part of his statement. You saved him? Why? You were the one who put him in that situation in the first place, so why save him? Did you know something?

“Sleep some more..”Dr Zhang's voice broke the spirleiling of Baekhyun’s thoughts, coaxing his heavy eyelids to fall down, but he couldn't stop thinking about you, what your motivation was, where you had your heart..if you had a heart. He almost felt scared of the thought of you having no heart to strear you. In some ways were you like him, alone and not like anyone else. His eyelashes fluttered as new thought danced across his mind, made him see your empty eyes filled with something else. Maybe you were even more of an outsider than he was.

Tags: @shesdreaminginoverdose​

[fairyshuuu]

wild valley pt1 | chanyeol

.summary. Park Chanyeol; sweat rolling down a naked back mixed with motor oil, you; white sugar sticking to your gums at sunset– ice cream flavored. Drugs, booze, money. He’s everything you’re not, the question is – for how long? .word count. 6k .mechanic!au | gang!au | car shop!au. .pairing. chanyeol x reader .genre. romance, angst (smut in the future)

.warnings. criminal activity, mature language .author’s note. i’m so excited to start this series, i hope you’re ready to go on an adventure. if you like this universe, please consider reading everyone else’s works because they are all amazing and you’ll definitely enjoy everyone’s part of the collab! thank you!!

♫ let me set the mood ♫

teaser.  part 1.  part 2.  part 3.  part 4.  part 5.  part 6.  part 7. (m)  part 8. (m)

Though you’ve met people on a daily— flashing through the motions like a flashback, and you’ll surely meet a lot more before the day is over; you’ll only ever meet one person you’ll truly call wild. He carries himself with the force of a wild stallion, the roar of a lion, and is perhaps the only person who can keep up with you. The only person you long to keep up.

In the bright, rising sun, you brush your hair away from your damp neck and look around the dusty street. Crushed cans litter the sidewalk, cigarettes still smoking as they meet the cement. The heat seems to beam up from the earth itself, clinging to the houses and making them slump into themselves. You glance at your phone again, before lugging the heavy suitcase behind you. Blisters fight their way up around your heels, the skin chafed and tender from the travel.

Both sides of the road are lined by houses, both small and slightly bigger, ranging in colors from brown and grey to red brick. Telephone cables are strung low between the houses, and while there is an overdose of them, there’s barely any trees to give any shade. The streets look old, both by color and wear, black streaks covering the pale gray. Across the street, a low hanging black car stands parked— gleaming in the sun. It’s not the only fancy car you’ve seen since arriving.

Before the grey plastered house at the corner you hold, looking up. One of the red roof tiles has dropped and is now laying next to the door, shattered into small shards. You pull your lips tight, before ringing the doorbell and stretching your arms in front of you. The taxi ride from the airport had been long, and you are the first to admit that a soft bed will be your only lover for the next week or so.

Two cars pass while you wait, heavy rumbles falling from the engines as they race down the street. With a creak the door swings open, and before you can process two arms are wrapped tight around your neck. The body crashes into yours without holding back, an excited giggle falling from your lips. Two wet kisses are pressed to your cheeks, before you get enough room to breathe. “Baby sister,” the young woman in front of you sighs, relief dripping from her eyes.

“Hey, sis.” You look over your shoulder, and at the people strolling with their hats pulled low over their eyes, before smiling wide. “Pretty place,” you mouth, pulling up your nose against the tickle creeping up. At your sister’s quick smack to your shoulder, you laugh and grab hold of your luggage. “That sounded sarcastic, but I’m serious. For starting from nothing, you’ve done well for yourself. I’m proud of you, sis.”

She flushes slightly, and brushes her long tan-colored hair over her shoulder, shaking her head. “Just come in, you. It’s been a while.” She takes your suitcase from you, and walks into the significantly cooler hall, glancing back at you every few seconds. Her face is sharper than you remember it being, with some freckles littering her cheeks because of the summer weather. “You must have had it harder than I thought, if you decided to leave after all. I hope… I know it’s not home, but I hope you’ll like it here.” She pats her hand on the wall of the narrow hall while you take off your shoes, and nods to herself. “The people here are welcoming, and kind. I’m sure you’ll fit right in, with that awfully positive attitude of yours.” She giggles when you smile up at her.

“You know I’ve always felt more at home when you were around, Yuna. Don’t worry, I’m sure I won’t get homesick. It’s good to see you again, I missed you.” Your big sister stares for a little longer, before nodding and dragging the case behind her.

“I know,” she mumbles, before cocking her head into the house. “Come on, I’ll show you to your room.” With her excited steps in front, she leads you up the steep stairs and through another small office-like room, before arriving at a big blue door. It has clouds painted all over, with a coat hanger right in the middle. Your sister smiles, before giving a guilty grin. “You can paint that later. I didn’t get to it yet.”

Though you hum as you push open the door, you smile. “Maybe I’ll leave it. It has a charm.” You both laugh, before entering the small single-person room, cleared out in a hurry. The bed is made with all white bedding, the dresser still half open from the clean. “What, you kicked out your housemate just for me?”

“Oh, that?” your sister grins, before plopping your luggage down next to the door, and looking around the dark purple room. “No, she was moving in with her boyfriend anyway, I just made her hurry it up a little more than planned.” Her smile is small, but the gentle glint in her eyes says enough. “You’re totally welcome here, don’t worry.”

You take a deep breath, before nodding and staring at your feet. “Really though, Yun. Thank you.”

She gives a tight lipped nod, before pulling you close and pressing a kiss on your head. “You’re welcome, Dew.” She looks around the room then, and back at the stairs. “I’ll leave you to get settled in. I’ll order take-out for you, I know how much you love Chinese. Bet it’s been a while, huh?”

“Ever since you last visited, I think,” you nod, stepping more into your new space. You don’t remind her that that must have been more than two years ago. Yuna smiles and pulls her hair up into a ponytail, before gesturing you to get settled. The carpet under your feet is soft but feels cold, as you watch her skip down the stairs. With a deep sigh you bend down and zip open your bag, kneeling before it. All your important belongings are in this one carrier, you think, all memories and all sentiments stitched into the seams.

You pick up the frame on top, and stare at it for a second. Young mom, young dad, little Yuna and even smaller you. They all still smile, which is a foreign sight nowadays. Still, you smile as you put it to your side, and start pulling out your sweaters. Soon this room will feel more like home, you can already feel it. You’ll just have to paint over the ugly purple walls, is all. You giggle when you hear Yuna squeak downstairs, most likely dropping something much like you remember her clumsy self.

You hold out your grey university sweater in front of you, before tossing it on your bed and following close behind. The bed creaks when you land on it with a giggle. You roll over and stare at the ceiling, before breathing in the air of this new city. The thick feeling stuck to your lungs is still very much present— you doubt it’ll fade anytime soon. But still, the smell of mint and the smell of oil are refreshing. You swallow. Everything here smells like gasoline, the cars, the buildings, the people. Soon you’ll smell like gasoline too, and you’re aching to make a spark.

If the garage smells like one thing, maybe he’d say it smells like devotion. The smell of metal, and salt of the hours of hard work spent. It smells of rust, of oil and gas, of fire and of rubber tires, and to Chanyeol it smells like affection. He’s never been one for sentiments, but this place is the closest he has to an offspring, and the suffocating heat that collects behind the metal gate feels like home. The shop is a mess, a total of four unfinished cars in states of disrepair at his hands and at his mercy too.

The one from under which he straightens up from is a deep red mustang, and a piece of crap in his opinion. She’s old and has had multiple changes of parts already, and she’s luckily not his. Chanyeol would rather eat lead than buy a piece of crap like the one standing in the middle of the garage, since he sees the cars he owns as lovers. The 65’ model is a beauty though, despite that, and that’s why he’s putting in so much effort to keep her going. Putting the rusted bolts on the trolley next to him, he runs the back of hand across his forehead and sighs.

Coming from the back room sounds a voice, soft despite the loudness of the AC, and Chanyeol needs to lean back to hear him. “Howzit working out there, Yeol?” The tall, blonde man walks into the room with a rag swung over his shoulder, and ties the arms of his overall around his waist, leaving his chest free. Small beads of sweat sit on his collarbones from being in the back all afternoon. Chanyeol shakes his head as he looks back at the car, before grabbing the rag to clean the thick, black fluid off his hands.

“I changed part of the rear axle and the bolts to get her lower on the floor, but I can’t really do much about the corners,” he mumbles, voice deep. “Byun just needs to ease off the throttle when she under-steers in the turns, I’ve told him before. He’s asking me to fix something that’s isn’t even possible with his car.” His calloused hands tighten around the rag when he finishes, looking over at the younger when he hums.

“You know Byun. He likes to think he’s the main in an action movie. He’s gonna drive that baby into the floor, there’s not much you can do about it, Yeol,” Sehun says. Chanyeol sighs, before nodding and swinging the rag around his neck to pat the hood of the sleek, cherry Mustang. The fingerprints he leaves are like bruises on tender skin, love bites of his passion for cars. If he were asked to explain, maybe people would find it weird, but Chanyeol knows Sehun understands. The kid has just as much love for cars, if not more.

Running a hand through his icy, white hair, Chanyeol points towards the main door of the garage. “I’ll finish up some of the engine stuff later, I’m gonna go grab something to eat at 6th. You coming?”

Sehun lifts his lip and frowns, before sighing. “I can’t, sorry. I still need to work on the little beast over in the corner, and I’ve been slacking. Rain check though?”

Chanyeol nods and jams his arms in his overall, zipping it up high enough to be considered decent but low enough to let in some fresh air. “Sure. Don’t wait up if I don’t come back right away.” As he walks toward the door, Sehun turns on his heel though, and makes a dramatic gasping noise.

“So that’s why you always go to that same shitty diner. What, have you finally found someone you like?” Though there’s a playfulness in his voice, Chanyeol can’t help but wonder if it is meant as a genuine question about his sanity and persona at once. He sighs, but decides to be honest as he pulls open the stained metal and lets in the coldness of a breeze.

“No, I haven’t. I’m busy, I don’t have time for women and- liking people.” Sehun pulls a disbelieving face, but then just smiles and turns back toward the car. Maybe the look stems from the fact that Chanyeol was quite the ladies man just a few years ago or maybe because he still has his fair share of nightly outings like the lot of them, but Chanyeol is generally truthful. His life is busy as it is, and in his line of work intimacy doesn’t come easy. “Just don’t drop a wrench on your foot, idiot. I’m going. And no smoking indoors, Oh Sehun!” At the sharp giggle that rings out, Chanyeol steps out, letting the metal gate clash closed. He pulls his phone out of his pocket easily. The screen has too many cracks to count, because unlike his cars he doesn’t care much about this piece of metal.

No missed calls, which is always a good sign. He puts the phone back in it’s confinement, before fishing out a Marlboro pack and picking out a smoke. As he holds the thing between his lips and strikes the lighter, a recognizable screech makes it’s way down the wide street. He lights his ciggie and takes a deep pull as he watches the blue of a shape speed closer, chest rumbling with something that could build to be a song. The car speeds down the road and past his garage, only to stop harshly at the end of the road. The 66’ deep blue Miura P400 is parked a good thirty feet away from his feet, and though Lamborghini's aren’t his kind of car, he’s always had a knack for spotting the princesses in donkey skin.

A familiar tingle makes it’s way down his spine as he watches the driver get out and enter a shop across the street, knowing how easy it would be to unlock the old car and spark her to a start. It would take him not even a full two minutes, and yet he knows that his disobedience wouldn’t be appreciated. Besides, he doesn’t work like that anymore. So instead he takes another pull, and lets the smoke deep in his lungs. It’s always been easy for Chanyeol to drown in the heat. It’s always felt like second nature, that deep burning of desire between the spaces of his rib cage that beg to be ignited.

And he burned the brightest, everyone who knows him now was there when he did and will confirm it in a heartbeat. Though many of his fires have dimmed to mere embers with time, it’s always been easy for him to drown in the heat and now he has addictions that aren’t easily shaken. Smoking is one of them. He’s never been one to see it as a part of dying, not like some people refuse to touch a cigarette with a stick like the thing itself carries disease. He’s lived with death, ran alongside it for long enough to feel the smoke in his lungs as something familiar. As he breathes out, the driver comes back outside.

He’s tall, and wears a leather jacket with a logo that Chanyeol doesn’t recognize. When the stranger turns both ways to check the street, they meet eyes, and for a moment he pauses. When Chanyeol takes another pull, the man gives him a little nod and looks away. The Miura is driven out of sight quickly after, leaving him with the thick longing of getting to know not the driver— but the car. He drops his shoulders at the possibility of that, and tosses the stub on the ground to put it out under his feet. With a last cloud he stuffs his hands in his pockets, and starts walking.

The grass that sticks from between the sidewalk is carrying small yellow flowers now, enjoying the bright summer sun. Luckily the diner is not far, so he doesn’t mind walking the way. As he walks he keeps his eyes to the ground, though he glances around once in a while to check around him. Most people wouldn’t recognize his face, and those who do are smart enough to let him be, this he’s grateful for. The sun is already sinking lower and giving everything a soft, pink glow. As he rounds the last corner, it strikes him as odd, since the street is not totally abandoned.

He rights himself more, and strolls past multiple people casually, as he scans the area. The normally empty road almost seems lively, the smell of sweets filling the air. Admittedly, Chanyeol hasn’t been out a lot lately because of the heaps of work shoved on his shoulders, but the change is striking. He sighs deeply, before picking out another ciggie and lighting it, breathing out smoke with his annoyance. As he crosses the street to get to the diner, he frowns out of habit, letting thoughts devour him. The sweetness is slightly nauseating. With two big steps he makes his way to the door and grabs hold of the familiar metal, when a fruity voice breaks his silence. “Hey!” When he looks to the side, two bright eyes meet his.

You wipe your sweaty palms on your apron, and blink your lashes against the bright afternoon light. Yuna places her palms on the counter, and stares at the metal ice cream basket you plonked down ever so graciously. “Cream, machine, let it freeze as it stirs and take it out when half frozen. Done,” you repeat, glancing over your shoulder at her. Her pretty face is held in a frown, but she does her best to smile while you take a spoon to taste the ice cream you’ve made. It tastes… pretty good.

“Yeah, that’s all. You know how to make the waffles too, right?” You nod a curt yes, before her brows unlace from each other. “Good, just— don’t play around too much, ‘kay? This place is my baby, and it’s the only thing paying for the house and I-”

“I’ll do my best, Yuna, I promise. It’s good to know that you don’t think I’m totally incompetent,” you wink, slotting the new ice cream basket into the display next to the others. Standing near it in this weather is a blessing.

Your sister smiles, before swinging her arm around your shoulder. “Not totally, no. I just think you’re mildly incompetent.” She laughs along with you when you turn to her with your spoon, ready to smack it on her head. You give up when she holds her hands in front of her in a silent plead, smiling. “Right. I’m going now, you got this. Work hard and sell a lot, if you can. You saw how I did it, so I believe in you.”

“Thank you, sis. Go do business!” With a wave she slips out the door, and leaves you alone for the first time today. You’ve only started work a few hours ago, but that was with Yuna by your side, who’s basically a veteran at this by now. Being alone in the small store gives a weird feeling, though it’s nice to feel responsible for once. If you work hard, she might let you work here full time until you go back to school— a miracle because, ice cream.

Two people walk up the sidewalk, a couple strolling in the midday glow. As they get closer, you smile and give them a little bow. “Good afternoon. Would you like some ice cream? We’re selling at half the price today because it’s my first day.” The girl catches your eyes right away, widening with excitement as the delicious colors appear. Even before she asks, the boyfriend seems to know because he puts out his butt and reaches for his wallet.

“Yes, please.” She comes to stand on the step in front, and smiles. “For me, one strawberry, one lime please.”

“Would you like that in a cup or a cone?”

“Cone, please.”

“Coming right up. And for you?” you turn to the young man, who just shakes his head and runs a hand through his brown hair.

“I’m good, I gotta-”

The girl groans though, taking his hand and shaking it. You’ve got the woman’s ice cream finished in a second, and slide it carefully in the stand. “Come on, Minseok, just get an ice cream. Don’t you see how good they look?” You laugh a little at them both, and bite your lip.

With a roll of his eyes, he gives in. “Double coffee flavor, please. In a cone.” You nod and prepare the second ice cream quickly, as he takes out his money. Carefully you hand the cone over, before walking to the register.

“That’ll be… $3,04.” With that the man hands you a fiver, before starting to walk away. He just mouths ‘keep the change’, and grabs his girlfriend’s hand to continue down the sidewalk. You stare them down for a little longer, before sighing and looking around the street again. It’s not very busy, but there’s people walking, which is a good sign. You just need them to get close enough to lure them into your sweet-smelling trap. You giggle softly to yourself while you think that, because there’s not really much you have to do for people to crave ice cream. As long as you can get their attention— 

Right as you think that, a tall man comes walking across the road, towards you. He’s slumped forward a little, a cigarette held casually between his lips and his hands in the pockets of his blue overalls. His hair is a striking icy white against his golden skin. As he gets closer you notice the frown on his face, and almost decide to stay quiet. He glances over his shoulder, before reaching for the door of the building right next to yours, oblivious to your gaze on him.

Without being able to help it, you lean forward across the counter. “Hey!” you call, giving him a little smile. He looks up slightly confused, and definitely mildly annoyed. You don’t let that stop you though. “Could I tempt you?” You point down at the ice cream to drive the point home, watching as he gives you a one over. Despite his harsh expression, he has a handsome face, you notice, with soft features and a sharp jawline.

The man clenches his jaw, before raising his one eyebrow. “You’ve got the wrong one, sugar.” He keeps one side of his mouth still as he talks to keep his smoke in his mouth, which makes him look even more annoyed. His dark brows make him look stern, and despite his still youthful face— he looks a good bit older than you. “You’re looking for Byun.” With that he grabs the handle and pulls open the door of the diner.

“I highly doubt that!” you quickly bring out, breathing out when he turns over his shoulder to look at you. When he doesn’t immediately say anything in response, you twirl your spoon in your hand, with a little smile. “I don’t know who Byun is, I’m new here, you see.” Again, the man stares at you with a blank face, blowing out a cloud grey smoke in your direction. You turn your face away a bit, to keep from coughing at the smell, and try again. “You really don’t want some ice cream? It’s probably hot in whatever factory you come from, and we’re selling half the price.”

Finally, he reacts, letting the door drop closed to fold his arms across his chest. Even with the over sized blue attire, you can tell that he’s pretty buff, and you can’t help but wonder if it’s really only from whatever work he does. He picks his dart out of his lips to hold it between his fingers, to cocks his head back a little. “I don’t like ice cream.” Harsh shadows fall on his face like that, the sun low enough to create a dappled pattern on his warm skin.

You nod, before lulling your head to the side. “Well, then come talk to me for a little bit!” You don’t know why you’re putting in so much effort, when you could surely talk to someone less grumpy, but something about him feels familiar. Not in the way Yuna feels familiar, and not in the way your friends from back home feel familiar. His attitude is about as far as you could get from it, and yet, you enjoy the deep tremble of his voice. It feels comforting in a way, warm but not burning. You’re sure that if he were to leave now, he’d remain in your head for a long while.

He takes another pull from his smoke, and then looks around the street— for what you’re not certain. When he blows out his smoke, he sighs. “I don’t like talking either.”

You give a little giggle, and put your ice cream scoop back in it’s watery bucket. “Hmh- I think you’d be in the minority for both there.” He doesn’t really react, but you’re starting not to mind as much. Maybe he’s just a really quiet person. You pick one of the failed waffles and plop a part in your mouth, talking with your hand in front of your mouth. “I just wanna make friends, ‘ya know? Have you lived here for long? Do you know my sister?”

He stares at you for a while without answering, his dark eyes connecting with yours without fail. When you look at the floor with warm cheeks, he hums. “For long enough.” His voice is so deep and gentle when he speaks, that you almost find it doesn’t fit his demeanor. After a while of just looking at each other in silence, he clears his voice. “And I don’t- who’s your sister?” 

“Her name is Yuna, she’s the boss of this here shop.” You proudly glance up at the sign that hangs above your head, before smiling at him. Strangely, his thundery demeanor only makes you want to be more joyful, and you have no idea why. A persistent smile keeps tugging at your lips when you look at him.

He blinks twice, before shaking his head. “Never heard of her.” He puts out his butt on the cement instead of putting it in the ashtray next to the door, and shoves his large, calloused hands back in the pockets. His frown hasn’t left his face for a second, and it’s this that makes you pause.

With a small voice, you lace your hands together behind your back. “You really don’t want to be talking to me, huh?”

“Well noticed,” he sighs, lifting one of his brows again.

Though that stings just a little, you nod, and smile at him. “Okay, then. Have a good day! I’m Y/N, if we see each other again.” The man doesn’t say anything else, just gives you a little nod and then pulls open the door of the diner again. The loud music from inside comes to meet your ears as he does, but fades just as quick as it came when he walks through the door and lets it drop closed behind him. You stare at the door until the image of his frown fades, and you look back at the street.

Chanyeol sighs as he sinks into the chair, hands limply laying on his thighs. Sweat is collected at his hairline, a cold drink sitting on the edge of the table in front. His black shirt clings to his chest because of the heat, sticking uncomfortably to his back like a tight hug. He frowns as he looks over the crowd, running his tongue over his teeth. The whole ordeal is not his place, hasn’t been for a while now, and yet— here he sits pressed in the booth right in the center of the club, able to view the entire room.

This is a privilege that comes with the reputation he must have. His fingers tremble slightly when he looks over his shoulder, looking for one of the bartenders. He’d like a smoke right about now, but even he isn’t allowed to smoke indoors and he doesn’t feel like pressing between the sweaty, dancing bodies to make his way to the door. Instead he reaches for the whiskey and swallows the thing down without thinking. A vicious burn sits at the back of his mouth, irritating his throat. He doesn’t let it bother him.

The club music is almost deafening, bass trembling through skin and bone and maybe he won’t stay long enough for it to shake him, but maybe he will. His friends are also lounging in the seats, some more occupied then others. The girl next to him has her tongue so far down his friend’s throat that she must be able to taste every drink he’s had in his entire life. Chanyeol just looks around for a bit, before he makes eye contact with one of the bartenders and lifts his glass.

“Aren’t you glad I dragged you out of your cave?” Baekhyun says, almost shouting because of the music. His hands are stuffed in his pockets, dark brown hair sticking to his forehead. Chanyeol can see that Baekhyun has more alcohol in him than he’s letting on, staring across the crowd for what must be a new body to enjoy. When Chanyeol doesn’t answer right away, the older swings an arm over his shoulder and squeezes. “Loosen up a little, Yeol. You’ve grown so damn reclusive since you moved out of my place.”

This ticks him off, though he tries his very best not to let it show. “You know why I can’t, Byun. Don’t try your bullshit on me, I’m not in the mood.”

Baekhyun pauses when he catches eyes with his friend, gaze softening a little. “You can do whatever you want, Yeol, the past is gone. I’m not saying you have to find yourself someone fuck, I’m genuinely wondering, is all. We all know you’ll fuck someone when you feel like it. I just need to know you’re good.” When Baekhyun raises an eyebrow in question, Chanyeol sighs and nods. At that moment, the bartender of earlier sheepishly walks up, and fills his cup, leaving the whole bottle on the table while he’s at it. 

The white haired man sighs, before changing the topic. “How she drive now, anyway?” The aching in his lungs is distracting, his worked hands playing with the chain hanging from his belt.

Baekhyun hums. “She drives great, as always. You did a good job. She doesn’t shake like that anymore.” He tosses the last of his drink back and reaches for the bottle to fill up again. “You know, that rattling sound she made!”

“One day I’m not gonna be able to fix that rust bucket of yours,” Chanyeol mumbles, a smile pulling at his lips when Baekhyun gives him a comically offended look. “Get yourself a new one, for fuck sake.”

“How about you shut your mouth? Just do the job I pay you for and stop complaining.”

At that he can’t hold a grin. “You pay me jack shit, dumbass.” He swirls the whiskey in his glass and watches as it changes color because of the strobe lights. The girl next to him has now come to sit in his friend’s lap, and is still sucking face. With another smooth move he tosses the entirety of his glass back, and couches. “I’m setting off, guys. I’ll see you all tomorrow.” As he reaches to get up, slim fingers round his wrist.

“Yeol,” Baekhyun calls, prompting him to look back at his friend. Without another word the brunet pulls open his blazer and picks out a small bag, small blue pills filling it to the brim. Baekhyun asks a mute question with his eyes as he offers it to him, but Chanyeol puts his hand in his pocket while shaking his head the slightest bit.

“Not tonight, Byun. Thanks though.” With that he makes his way out of the group, saying goodbye to everyone and teasingly ruffling Junmyeon’s hair. He steps down the platform of the booth to weave between the dancing bodies. Some girls stare him down as he does, but he doesn’t feel like being nice tonight. And when he’s not nice, he brings on disaster. He prefers to keep tonight calm, making it to the door quickly. For the short two hours he’s been in the bar for, he feels pretty tipsy.

Those last couple of glasses would be to blame there. He takes a deep breath of the outside air, ignoring the people making out against the wall in front, and reaches in his pants for the familiar box. The flame is bright in the night, a bright red against the blue sky. The warm smoke makes it’s way in his lungs like a soothing balm, getting rid of the stress that built up in his muscles. The air is much colder now, but it feels nice. He takes a deep breath, and starts walking away from the club, crossing the street smoothly. Not many people will be racing tonight, he knows, since every worthwhile racer is collected in that bar.

He walks with slow but confident steps, enjoying the music as it fades into the distance. He didn’t park his car close. Chanyeol wasn’t going to let some drunk asshole scratch it up, or there would have been hell to pay. As he walks, the work he still has to do comes to mind. He still has the McLaren 12C Spider to work on, as well as one of his personally projects, and some touch ups for clients around town. As he walks, a face suddenly comes to mind. Your smile, and excited enthusiasm that would normally piss him off.

Though he pushes it down quickly after, you stay cemented far back in his thoughts, without reason. Finally he rounds the corner that reveals his prized possession, a 19’ Mercedes G-Class he got after trading his favorite car for Jongdae’s loss. He had been livid, but looking back now, it was a blessing in disguise. The blacked out windows gleam in the streetlights. He quickly hops in and drives her out off the street, ignoring the slight swaying of the street.

He’s driven cars when black out drunk before, so this is nothing. And even if he would get held up by the cops, he wouldn’t get in trouble. Exo owns this town, and everyone here knows it. He’s lucky to be where he is, with all honesty. If Junmyeon wouldn’t have picked him out of junior jail, he might have been in jail more than he would have been out. The drive to the garage is short. He doesn’t live here, but he’d rather not go to sleep tonight. Spending the rest of the early morning tinkering sounds that much more appealing. He throws a quick glance at the clock while parking her around the corner. 4:34 AM.

As he hops out, a sound catches his ear. The squeaking of metal. He frowns for a second, before reaching the front with big steps. Someone sits crouched in front of the garage door, with a wire cutter and clearly trying to force the lock of the door. Chanyeol clenches his jaw tight, before tossing his ciggie to the floor and crossing his hands over his chest. The harsh swell of his lungs is painful against the tight confinement of his ribs.

With all the self-control he can muster, he speaks out, voice deep in the otherwise silent street. “One more move and I’ll plunge a knife so deep between your shoulders that your grandmother feels it in her toes.” The person freezes for a second, before looking over with wide eyes. His face is covered with a face mask, but Chanyeol can immediately see he’s young. “You’re not messing with the right people, kid,” he rasps, pulling his black butterfly knife out of his shoe, and flicking it open.

The young man hesitates for a second, round eyes widening, before sprinting down the road. Though Chanyeol could easily chase him, by foot or car, he doesn’t. Instead he spits some of the leftover alcoholic taste on the floor, and stares at the retreating back of the dude. The blaring between his ears now gets painful, so he turns to get inside. When he does though, he catches a glint in his peripheral. Next to the damaged lock lays something, what turns out to be the wire cutters when he bends down to pick it up. Chanyeol sighs and puts his knife away again, before staring closer at the tool in his hands.

On the side, a name is written, messily scribbled like you would on your personal water bottle. When he reads it, Chanyeol’s eyes widen slightly in recognition. Yoonoh.

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Monster - Part 1

Pairing: Baekhyun x Reader (Featuring Kai, Sehun, D.O. Chanyeol, Suho and also Blackpink’s Jennie)

Summary: When vampire Y/N is face with the decision to turn a dying Baekhyun into a vampire, she doesn’t hesitate. However, her decision has consequences which she has to endure in order to keep the man she loves alive - even if he doesn’t want to be alive.    

tag: smut, angst, fluff, vampire au. 

Authors Note/Trigger Warning: please note that some scenes in this fanfic is particular dark. Some scenes may include: gore, rape and abuse. PLEASE READ AT YOUR OWN DISCRETION! 

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Masterlink

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The village was in uproar, people were screaming and running. I stood in the middle of it all; with wide tear-filled eyes, as I stared at the scene in front of me. Kim manor was on fire; orange flames spat from the windows, black clouds covering the sky. I felt someone come and stand beside me; I don’t look to see who it is. My senses already know who. 

“I must admit, he has some guts,” he begins, laughing slightly. “For a Newborn, anyway.” I turn to him; the tears finally falling down my face. His red eyes are filled with amusement, his cold hand comes up to wipe away the tears from my cheeks. “He isn’t worth your tears, Y/N. Anyway, soon he’ll be nothing but dust.”

“No!” I suddenly yell, gripping his hand tightly. “Please don’t kill him. This is my fault. I wasn’t there for him – he needed me.” He frowns, eyes narrowed at my hand gripping his. I quickly let go and take a step back, fear suddenly flooding me as I mutter my apologies. 

“What do you suppose I do Y/N? He just burnt down my fucking house!” He growled, grabbing my shoulders and bending down to my height. I whimper, frightened as I watch his eyes turn dark – almost black. He was angry, very angry. He sighs and looks at me; his eyes returning to their normal state of red. “How do you suppose we deal with this?” Turning back to the burning building, I sigh, knowing the decision I have to make.

“I will go to him.” I state, he continues to stare at me. “I will try to mend my mistakes.” His face softens, worry appears in his eyes. He shakes his head – his white hair falling into his eyes.

“That won’t be enough, Y/N. He’s broken – more broken than you and me.” Once again, tears well up in my eyes. “He is no longer the human, you knew. That man no longer exists, you realise this?” I nod, sniffing pitifully. 

“I have to do this, Kai. Even if he hates me, I have to try.” Kai nods, but the doubt is still on his face. He looks back at his burning home, anger takes over his features. 

“Well I hope you know by the end; you’ll be just like my house.” He sighs before turning away and walking into the chaos. 

_

2 Weeks earlier.

I let out a groan as I struggle to carry the two boxes; my fingers burn slightly as I grip them tighter. I hadn’t fed in two days and it was starting to show. Kai had me collecting blood bags from the black market two hours away. Throughout the journey, I was cursing Kai’s name under my breath. Of course, he sent me instead of Sehun – his little blue eye! And to make matters worse, I have to walk all the way there and, on the way, back I would have to go through the town to get to the manor - without causing suspicion to humans. I made sure the boxes were sealed shut – no one could see in. I had just made it to town, when I felt sick. The smell of humans tickling my senses, the sound of the heartbeats ringing in my ear. I let out a puff of air when a voice stops me.

“Let me help you!” The voice chirped, turning around I’m met with the dazzling smile of Byun Baekhyun. My eyes widen as I look at the boxes in my arms.

“Oh! No, you’re quite alright. I can manage.” I exclaim, pushing the boxes closer to my chest in hopes he could see I was fine. 

“Nonsense. I can’t let a lady carry these on her own! My father would have my neck, he would think he’d didn’t raise me right!” Oh, he raised you right, I dreamily thought. Baekhyun took the boxes from my arms, he grunts a little. 

“Oh my, these are heavy. I’m surprised you could carry them yourself.”

“Well I’m stronger than I look.” I comment off-handily. Baekhyun just chuckled. 

“So where are we off too?” He asked, suddenly I felt scared. Kim manor is not a place for humans, especially humans such as Byun Baekhyun. 

“If you could carry them to the edge of town for me, I’ll be grateful. After that I can manage.” Baekhyun shook his head in protest. 

“No, I’ll take them to wherever you are going.” Shaking my head, I once again protested – adamant that he would go nowhere near Kim manor.

“I would feel better if you just could carry to the edge of town. I’m meeting someone there; they can carry them the rest of the way.” I lie, Baekhyun looks at me for a moment before nodding, smiling once again.

“Okay Lady…?”

“Oh! I’m Y/N. Just Y/N.” I blush looking down.

“I’m Byun Baekhyun!” I know, I wanted to say but instead I just nod.  

Throughout the journey, Baekhyun and I rambled on and on – discussing every topic you could think off. I laughed at every joke he made, he smiled happily when I did so. Eventually, our time together came to an end – far too quickly for my liking. As we got to the end of the town, Baekhyun places the boxes on the stone wall, next to the towns sign.

“Well, I believe this is our stop.” Baekhyun smiled, once again leaving me breathless. I nod, looking down at my feet. All the sudden feeling shy and awkward.

“Thank you, Baekhyun. I really appreciate it.” I wanted to offer him something to show my gratitude, but I had nothing to offer – nothing worthy of him anyway. 

“It was my pleasure, Y/N. I hope the person you are waiting won’t keep you long.” 

“He should be on his way,” Baekhyun frowns for a moment, eyes shifting to his feet before returning to mine. His smile returns but it looked rather forced. I stick my hand out in front of us. Baekhyun looks at for a moment, smiling confusedly. 

“It was nice meeting you Byun Baekhyun. I will repay you one day for your kindness.” I promise. Baekhyun shakes he head but takes my cold hands into his warm ones. The feeling of his warm hand sends shivers down my spine. I could almost feel the blood swimming in his veins – my fangs begin prodding at the thought. 

“And you Lady Y/N,” 

“Just Y/N!” I eject. He just chuckles.

“And no need to repay me. I was glad I could be off help!” Baekhyun smiles before turning to walk back to the town, I wave him goodbye. As soon I see his figure retreat back to the busy markets, I grip the boxes practically skipping back to the manor. 

-

As I enter the large house, I sigh dropping the boxes lazily on the floor and lean against the door. A tall dark-haired boy suddenly appears at my side, sniffing at my neck. 

“You smell like human,” he remarks before ripping open a box and taking out a bag of blood. He uses his sharp teeth to rip it open and began sucking loudly, groaning as the warm blood reaches his throat. 

“Hello, Sehun.” I greet, ignoring his comment. I walk into the kitchen to grab cleaning supplies from the cupboards. Sehun follows closely behind me, still drinking. I wheel out the cart from the closet; then grab cloths, a bucket and a duster. I proceed to full up the bucket with warm soapy water – all aware of Sehun’s gaze on my back. 

“You didn’t answer.” He mutters, and I hum before looking over my shoulder at him. 

“I wasn’t aware I had to answer,” I replied causing Sehun to roll his eyes. “But yes, a human helped me carry the boxes.”

“Why? You’re capable of carrying them yourself.” 

“He was being polite, and I didn’t want to be rude.” I shrug, beginning to push the cart out of the kitchen. I make my way towards the living area and once again Sehun follows me. I soak the cloth in the water and rinse before I begin wiping the coffee table. Sehun eyes follow me; part of me wanted to snap but I knew my place. 

“Is this the same human you are obsessed with?” he asks casually. I drop the cloth, my eyes widen.  

“I’m not obsessed with anyone!” I protest, my voice high and panicked. Sehun smirks at me taking the last sip from the blood bag before he chucks it on the floor. My eyes narrow as I watch a bit of blood spill out the bag and onto the floor. “You little brat!” I screech.

“Y/N!” a voice growled; I freeze. My posture automatically straightens as I watch in fear as the white-haired man came strolling into the living area. His red eyes are narrowed at me and I gulp.

“Sorry Kai, sir!” I squeak. Sehun laughs in amusement at my fear and Kai’s eyes snap to him – instantly shutting him up. 

“Sehun don’t you have more important things to do than bother our servant?” Sehun nods and turns to walk away when he suddenly stops. Turning around, an evil smirk comes over his face as he looks at me, he then turns to Kai.

“Oh, by the way. Y/N was interacting with a human.” With that Sehun leaves the room. I gasp and turn to face Kai. His nose flares in anger, eyes turning dark. 

“You were what?” he grits out. I gulp in fear, looking down at my shoes. 

“A human boy offered to carry the boxes for me.” I mumble, instantly afraid of his reaction. 

“Why didn’t you say no?!” He shouts. Flinching, I step back and goose-bumps rise on my arms. 

“I tried too; I promise!” I plead. Kai shakes his head; he grips my arm tightly. I whimper in pain. 

“Well try harder. What if he saw what was in the boxes, Y/N! How would you explain that?!”

“I-I don’t know!” 

“Exactly. Humans cannot know about us! If they find out – you know what will happen!” I nod – breath stuttering at the thought. It falls quiet before Kai lets out a long sigh, letting go of my arm. “Did he suspect anything?” I shake my head. He nods, “You cannot see him again, understand?”

“Yes sir.” Kai looks at me for a moment before speaking again.

“And that means no spying on him either.” My head falls, sadness over taking me. I nod once again and with that Kai leaves me on my own. 

-

It is late when I decide to go feed – no longer able to ignore the hunger burning my stomach. The moon is high in the sky, no clouds in the sight just the black sky. I race across the forest, chasing after deer’s until I eventually catch one. I lunge at it, tackling it to the ground, my fangs expand from my gums and pierce into the flesh. Warm blood dribbles down my throat – I moan at the sensation. The burning feeling leaving my stomach as it expands as I get fuller. As I pull back from the deer’s neck as sudden smell hits my nose; it’s strong. It smelt sweet, with a hint of spice. Once again, the hunger came back – much to my confusion. This time I couldn’t ignore it, the smell was too tempting. I felt out of control, my arms shaking in front of me. Suddenly, I went speeding off in the direction of the smell. The scent led me into the town – straight into an alleyway. 

There in front of me lay a man. He was on his back, a pool of dark blood surrounding him. The smell was intoxicating, my fangs were stabbing at my bottom lip at the smell. There was wound on his chest – he had been stabbed. I could hear him whimper softly, his breathing shallow. I inch towards him, trying to get a better view and trying not to give into my instincts that were screaming at me. As his face came into view, my mouth fell open.

I gasp. “Baekhyun!”

Rushing over to him, I fall to my knees. I pull his head onto my lap, smoothing back his hair. Tears flood my vision as I look at his pale face. “What happened?” I whispered, not sure if he could hear me. I look around trying to see if I could find someone to help us – no one was around. I begin to panic, unsure on how I could help him. His breathing became shallower, his heartbeat slowing down.

“No, no, no. Come on, you can’t give up.” I place a hand on the wound, hoping to stop the bleeding. At the sight of the blood coating my hand, my stomach clenched causing me to groan. His heartbeat got slower and slower. Panicking, I did the only thing I could think off – that would save him.

I bite my wrist; my blood began sweeping down my arm, some dripping onto Baekhyun’s shirt. I look at his face, my red eyes widen as I see that his are open. There are tears in them and are almost glazed over. He is nearing his end.  

“I’m sorry.” I whisper as I shove my wrist into this mouth, I let my blood fill his mouth until suddenly his heart stops. I let out a sob – suddenly aware that it might have not been enough to save him. 

“Please, please, please.” I chant over and over. 

I sit there, I don’t know how long for, cradling Baekhyun’s lifeless body in my arms. My sobs shaking the both of us. As I wipe the snot from my nose, I notice the sun beginning to rise – I have to leave. Letting out another strangled sob, as I move Baekhyun’s head back onto the cold ground. His lifeless eyes stare up at the dark sky, I shakily bend down and press a soft kiss onto his cheek – they were still warm. I get up to leave, my legs feel numb as I as I walk towards the exit. Just as I am about to turn the corner, the sound of movement picks up in my ear. My head snaps in the direction of Baekhyun, eyes widening as I see his leg twitch.  Rushing back, I lean over him.

“Baekhyun! Can you hear me?” He lets out a small groan, a sob of relief escapes me. “I’m going to help you, okay. Just hold onto me.” I grip him and pull him up, another groan escapes him. I wrap his arm around my shoulder, placing mine around his waist before I went speeding off into the direction of Kim manor. I drag the both of us around the back of the estate, where the stables are. I knew Kai would have my head if he found out what I had done. 

Inside I lay Baekhyun down on the hay. He is still unconscious, but every so often his hand or leg would twitch. Eventually the pain would start as my venom takes over his body. The process is painful, like someone is burning you inside out. Quickly, I rush to shut the door and hope that Kai or Sehun are out hunting still. As soon as the door is shut, Baekhyun lets out a scream off pain. I rush to him and pull him into my arms, his hands grip them tightly. It doesn’t hurt much as I have fed making me stronger. I try to soothe him, running my hand through his hair. He growls, twisting and turning in my arms. 

“Make it stop!” he pleads. I feel myself begin to cry again at the sound of his pain. I rock him gently, trying to ignore his pleads.

“It’ll be over soon, I promise.” I whisper into his hair. Baekhyun chokes out a sob before tucking his face into my neck. I feel his tears slide down my neck onto my collarbone. I bite into my wrist again and press it to his lips. He shakes his head and tries to back away. “This will help the process. Make it go faster.”

“No!” he moans, twisting away when another shot of pain erupts him – causing him to scream. As his mouth opens in mid-scream, I shove my wrist in his mouth. Baekhyun tries to shove away my wrist a few times before falling limp. His lips began to move against my skin, sucking at the blood from the bite. A shot of pleasure goes through me; a feeling I’ve never felt before. Baekhyun’s hand reaches up and holds my wrist to his mouth; he begins to suck harder – his instincts kicking in now that my venom has begun to work.

A moan leaves my lips, my eyes watching his every move. At the sound of my moan – Baekhyun’s eyes snap open. His eyes are no longer brown, but a scarlet red; that would have people become paralyzed in fear. However, to me they were mesmerizing. Baekhyun lets go of my wrist, causing it to fall to his chest. Suddenly, he sits up. His red eyes trailing over my features, a hand begun tracing my right cheek. Baekhyun rapidly lunches forward, his lips capturing mine. I gasp softly as his tongue enters my mouth. I begin moving my lips against his, lost in the feeling of his soft thin lips. My hand strokes his cheek, hair and then chest. Baekhyun lets out soft moans as I do. I turn my head, going to deepen the kiss when something sharp nips at my bottom lip. Shooting back, my hand touches it – hissing slightly, I look at my finger. Red coats it. Baekhyun face snuggles into the side of my neck, kissing it until once again he nips it. I yelp, pushing him away and notice his fangs are extended. He goes to kiss me again, but I lean back – making him growl. Goose-bumps rise at the sound, but I ignore it and push him away slightly.  

“You’re not thinking straight,” I whisper, Baekhyun tilts his head to the side and just looks at me. “You think you want me, but you don’t.” I mutter defeated, taking a stand. Baekhyun watches me for a moment before closing his eyes. “I’m going to get some blood bags, don’t leave okay?” Baekhyun ignores me, continuing to sit with his eyes shut. I leave the stables and quickly rush to the manor. As I enter the kitchen, I hurry and grab three blood bags. 

“Ahhh, the wanderer returns.” Sehun comments behind me. I freeze instantly, back going rigid. “Kai was looking for you. He wants you to visit Suho today.” 

“I can’t. I’ve got stuff to attend to.” 

“That wasn’t a request, sweetheart.” I grit my teeth, panic washing over me. I turn around and glare at the black-haired boy – who was smirking at me from across the counter. 

“How long will this take?” Sehun shrugs before walking over to me and plucks a blood bag from my arm. 

“Don’t know. He didn’t say but if I were you, I’d go now before Kai gets really angry.” 

Sighing in frustration, I shoot through the door and speed my way to Suho’s manor which is almost four hours away.  

-

The trip to Suho’s takes almost three hours and I spent another two in his house collecting documents to bring Kai. All the time I was there my mind was on Baekhyun, I hoped he was alright in the stable – that Sehun hadn’t found him. As soon as I arrived, I dropped the documents at Kai’s office before speeding off to the stable. 

The door was opened slightly, and the smell of blood hit me. Before I even entered, I knew what to expect. Pushing the door opened further, I sigh at the sight in front of me. All the animals were killed – the scene of a new-born. The uncontrollable thirst makes you go insane, killing anything that has a pulse. Taking into account how many animal Baekhyun had killed; I knew he was gaining back his mind – his human instincts would be appearing soon. As a Newborn it takes a few blood bags before your human side makes a re-appearance, and the animalistic side settles. However, the animal side will be dominant for a while until you can fully control it. And Baekhyun was nowhere near controlling it. Fear came over me as I realised where he went; back home to the town. Newborns and humans do not mix well – it’s like dangling meat in front of a starved tiger. 

Racing to the town, I try to sniff out Baekhyun. He was nearby, his scent getting stronger until I find myself outside a cottage. It wasn’t Baekhyun’s home – that was further south. The gate was open wide, along with the door. A terrible feeling come over me, my stomach began to churn as I walk through the door. The scent of blood hit me; a hand clasped over my mouth. I rushed up the stairs and into the bedroom the scent came from. Baekhyun was hunched over a girl, face pressed tightly into her neck. Her brown hair covering his face. Her pink lips were parted, brown eyes glazed over as she stared at the ceiling. Baekhyun was holding her hand tightly – if I wasn’t a vampire, I’d would have thought I walked into a romantic moment. However, I am one and I know what I walked into was a Newborn losing control.

“Baekhyun,” my voice cracks and I move forward, pulling him off the girl. He falls onto the floor, his scarlet eyes narrowing on me before softening. Ignoring him, I reach the girl and pull her face towards me. My hand going to the right side of her neck – the side not being bitten. There wasn’t any pulse. She was gone. 

“Yeri?” I hear Baekhyun’s voice whisper from behind me. He gets up and leans over me; stroking her cheek. “Yeri, wake up.” He pleads, his voice cracking. I see the tears start to well up – his instincts telling him she’s not got a pulse. 

“She’s gone, Baekhyun.” I utter, my hand touches his shoulder. His eyes narrow at me, his hand grips my throat and squeezes tightly. I choke and grip his wrist trying to tug it away when suddenly he launches me against the wall, smashing a vase in process.

“THIS IS YOUR FAULT! YOU DID THIS!” He screams before leaning down and grabbing Yeri’s body and pressing it against his chest. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry.” He repeats, kissing the dead girls’ cheeks. “I love you, come back.” He mutters.

I get up when the door bursts open again, and Kai stands there; eyes gleaming red. I froze mid- step. Baekhyun ignores the new intruder and continues to stroke Yeri’s hair. Kai looks at him and then me. 

“Please tell me you didn’t.” Kai sighs, taken sight of the Newblood. I look down and fold my hands in front of me. “Please tell me you didn’t turn him, Y/N!” I flinch at Kai’s harsh tone. 

“I had no choice! He was dying!” I protest, quickly trying to defend myself.

“So?! You let him die!” I shake my head, looking at Baekhyun who now looks at me, his scarlet eyes are narrowed – waiting for my answer.

“I couldn’t. I couldn’t let him go,” I whisper, my eyes locked on Baekhyun. Kai is quiet as he looks between Baekhyun and I. He looks at the dead girl in Baekhyun’s arms, his red eyes narrowing before he clicks his tongue.

“Okay, you with me.” He points to Baekhyun, who quickly shakes his head.

“I’m not going anywhere with you!” he spat before looking at me, “Or you!” 

“You’ll do as I say, or I’ll kill you myself.” Kai threatens to which Baekhyun just laughs.

“Do it.” Baekhyun looks back at the girl in his arms, tears slipping down his cheeks before looking back at Kai. “Please just do it. I don’t want to live in a world she isn’t in it.” 

A jolt of pain went through my chest, my eyes burn slightly as I looked away from the brown-haired boy. I notice Kai looking at me from the corner of my eye. I shake my head and decide to leave the room – letting Kai deal with Baekhyun. 

Somehow, Kai managed to persuade Baekhyun to come back to Kim manor. Baekhyun paced back and forth whilst Kai and I sat on the couch in front of him. Kai had explained to Baekhyun the ins and outs of being a vampire. Baekhyun didn’t ask questions or even speak; just paced back and forth. I was worried. 

I was about to speak when Baekhyun’s fist collided with the large mirror hanging on the mirror. I yelp as it fell off the wall and onto the floor. Kai watched with amusement as Baekhyun continued to smash and throw things – Kai lean over and poured whiskey into a glass, taking a sip as Baekhyun kicked a chair. 

“Baekhyun stop!” I yelled, flinching as he picked up a small marble statue and launched it on the floor. He growled before storming towards me – scarlet eyes flashing dangerously, I watch as he goes to hit me when a hand suddenly grabs his wrist. My eyes travel from hand to face – my eyes widen. 

“You don’t hit a lady,” Sehun growled, throwing Baekhyun hard against the table. Baekhyun rolled onto the floor and lay there, sobs leaving his lips. 

“I killed her!” he sobbed out. Sehun let out a groan, rolling his eyes before stomping over and pulling him to his feet. 

“Get over it. You’re a vampire, you kill things. It’s how we live.” 

“Sehun!” I scold, Sehun looks over to me whilst shrugging. 

“It’s true, Y/N. You shouldn’t sugar coat it.” I go to speak but Kai interrupts me.

“Sehun’s right. We kill to survive. What happened was unfortunate, but you can’t go back.” 

Baekhyun glares at us all, his eyes glare at me the longest. 

“I just killed the woman I love and your telling me to get over it.” His voice is low and calm – which scares me more. 

Sehun shrugs. “Well you can’t bring her back. And anyway, how was that going to work. You’re a vampire now – you’d kill her eventually.” 

Baekhyun eyes clenched shut before suddenly he jumps for Sehun. Both boys fall to the floor, throwing punches at each other. I’m yelling for them to stop. Kai is simply laughing. Sehun throws Baekhyun in the air, his back colliding with the fireplace. Marble lands on the floor. I yell again but once again I’m ignored. Both Sehun and Baekhyun are punching into each other, making no move to stop. I turn to Kai my red eyes pleading for him to do something. He sips more of his whiskey, smirking at the two boys fighting in front of him. 

“Kai, please!” I cry, he looks at me – smirk falling of his face before he sighs. Quickly, he grabs Sehun off Baekhyun throwing him towards the front door before launching Baekhyun towards the kitchen. Both boys groan as they struggle to get up. 

“I would stay down if I were you two,” Kai comments, before pouring more whiskey into his glass.  I move to go to Baekhyun when he suddenly growled at me. His scarlet eyes flash at me and for a moment I thought he was going to hit me or try to kill me. 

“You made me a monster,” He growled out. “So, I’ll show you exactly what a monster can do. I’ll make your life hell.” His eyes flash to Kai then too Sehun – who is now sat up glaring at Baekhyun. “All of you.” With that, Baekhyun sprinted out the door. 

-

The town was painted red. Blood was splattered all over the walls, pools of blood touches my shoes. Bodies lay lifeless all over the street, every one of them drained of blood. Tears slipped down my cheeks as I look at them, recognising people I had spoken to – who were nice to me. All dead, left to rot away. 

“This is like something from my dreams,” Sehun comments from behind me, I glare at him as I roughly wipe away the tears. 

“That’s disgusting.” I mutter causing Sehun to snort. 

“Come on, you’re seriously telling me that you haven’t thought about draining a human dry before?”

“Not particularly no. I’m not a killer.” Sehun goes to comment further but I cut him off. “Now is not the time. We need to find Baekhyun.” 

The sounds of screams startle me, turning around I quickly sprint towards the sound. Sehun sighs before following me.  

Baekhyun has a man pressed to the wall, his arm pressed against his neck – cutting off his air supply. A young female is wailing on the ground, tugging at Baekhyun’s trousers. 

“Please no. I beg of you, please don’t kill him!” she cries. Baekhyun looks down at her, an evil smirk plastered on his face. Baekhyun grabs the man face between his hands before twisting harshly, effectively snapping his neck. The man’s body falls limp. The girl lets out a scream, crawling to the now dead man, sobbing into his neck. 

“Baekhyun!” I call out, knowing exactly what he was about to do. His red eyes snap to mine, glaring at me. I swallow before walking slowly over to him. “You have to stop.” Baekhyun laughs at this.

“Why? I’m being what you made me to be. A monster. This is what monster do – they destroy everything!” He grips the girl by the hair, dragging her up before latching his mouth onto her neck, teeth sinking into her sink. She screams and begins thrashing in his hold, tears stream down her face. 

I stand there paralyzed as I watch him kill her, right in front of me. Sehun tuts behind me before appearing in front of Baekhyun. He grips Baekhyun by the neck forcefully pulling him from the girl’s neck. He pushes him against the wall, holding him tightly there. Sehun turns to me as Baekhyun struggles in his grip.

“Y/N help her!” he orders. I look at the girl on the floor, neck spilling blood onto the concrete. My stomach aches at the sight, fangs prodding at my bottom lip. I continue to stare which causes Sehun to growl. “Y/N!” he yells, and my eyes snap to him. Baekhyun is no longer struggling but watching me with amused filled eyes.

“Go on, Y/N. Take a bite.” He coaxes, smirking at me. I gulp, looking back at the girl. She continues to bleed out on the floor. I knew by the time someone gets here it would be too late – she would be gone, but I have a chance to save her, to heal her. Lifting my eyes to meet Baekhyun, his smirk is gone – his face expressionless. 

“No, I’m not a murderer.” Launching forward, I grip the girls neck forcing her to look at me. I bite into my wrist and force it into her mouth, she swallows quickly. I watch as the wound heals. She falls unconscious, the blood loss taking its toll.  

Smack!

My eyes dart to Sehun and Baekhyun – Baekhyun swings a punch at Sehun, knocking him into the wall. His eyes are a furious red as he lunges for Sehun. Baekhyun snaps his head forward, headbutting Sehun before kneeing him in the guts. Swinging his fist back, Baekhyun slams it into Sehun’s face smashing him through the building wall – creating a massive hole. I gasp, falling onto my back.

He was strong, really strong for a Newborn. 

Baekhyun eyes the unconscious girl in my arms, my eyes widen. Quickly I grip the girl turning her around, so my back is to Baekhyun. He grips me tugging me back, his hand wraps around my hair – trying to get me to let loose of the girl. He pulls me harder, my grip loosening on the girl causing her to fall onto the floor. Baekhyun slams me into the wall, his hands gripping my shoulders keeping me pinned there. 

He’s breathing heavy, as am I. He just stares, eyes roaming my face.

“Do it,” I whisper. Baekhyun frowns, mouth pouting. 

“Do what?” 

“Kill me,” His red eyes widen. He suddenly let’s go of me taking a step back; he ran a hand through his hair as he began to pace. I frown also.  “Isn’t that what you want? For me to be dead – get your revenge?” I query. 

“Yes – no. I don’t know.” I note the fire in his eye is slowly fading. The blood lust finally leaving his body.

“Baekhyun look at me.” I command, his eyes flash to me, they are welling up with tears.  

“I-I want to be human. I don’t want to be this. Please tell me there’s a cure!” Suddenly he’s gripping me again, pleading for me to reverse his curse.

“I wish I could – but I can’t. I’m sorry.” He looks at the girl on the floor then me, his eyes flash scarlet again, his hand began digging into my skin causing me to wince. He’s angry again. Suddenly, he drops me before speeding off – leaving a gust of wind behind. 

I thought I was getting through to him, I thought I could make him see sense. I thought I could make him see that being a vampire might not be all bad.

“Where is he?” I jump at the voice, turning around I see Sehun limping out of the hole Baekhyun had creating. I quickly go to him, looking at the wounds on his face that are slowly healing. Baekhyun had split his lip and broken his nose. 

“He left.”

I reach my hand up and wipe the blood dripping from his nose. Sehun grips my hand, running his thumb over my knuckles.

“This isn’t going to end well, Y/N.” I close my eyes, feeling sobs rise up my throat.

“I know.” I choke. “It’s all my fault.” Sehun shakes his head letting go of my hand, his eyes looking at where Baekhyun had just left.

“No this is all him. We gave him a choice and he chose this.”

“But I didn’t help him–”

“He didn’t want help, Y/N. I get he’s grieving, and it hurts. We all know that; we’ve been through it. But our stories are worse than his but we’re not out there slaughtering towns! You’ve been through worse than he has and yet you’ve never killed a human before.”

“Everyone reacts differently, Sehun!” I protest. Sehun just shake his head before leaning against the wall.

“It doesn’t matter now. By now, the Elders will have been informed.” I freeze at the mention of the Elders. My breath quickens. 

“No, no, no.” I mutter, my hand covering my mouth as the realisation sinks in. “I have to do something!” Quickly I follow where Baekhyun left, trying to pick up his scent.

“It’s too late Y/N!” Sehun calls. Ignoring him, I sprint to the main part of town and come to a halt.

The remaining people are running and screaming as I stare at the scene in front of me. Up ahead on the edge of the hill sat the house I call home. Except now it’s on fire. 

“Baekhyun what have you done?” I mutter as tears fall down my cheeks.    

-

As I got closer to the burning building, I was nervous, petrified. I can see Baekhyun standing at the gate, his back is to me. I know he knows I’m there; he’s waiting for me. I walk closer, taking a deep breath. 

“Why did you do it, Y/N?” he asks as I stand beside him. He’s no longer angry, just depressed and grieving. 

“You were dying.” I shrug, trying hard to come across a brave and indifferent – like Kai. In hopes that my feelings wouldn’t get hurt.

“You should have let me die. It was my time.” 

“Maybe or maybe it was fate that I turned you. We will never know.” I turn to him, his scarlet eyes already looking at me. “But what I do know is this: I will never regret saving you.”

Baekhyun sighs and looks away. “You didn’t save me, Y/N. You just gave me an eternity of misery. I’m a monster now.”  

“You’re not a monster!” I protest, growling slightly. “You are the kindest man I have ever seen. You go out your way to help people, without expecting something in return. You –”

“I was human then, Y/N!” he cuts me off, tugging at his hair. “I’m not that man now. He’s gone.”

“No, he’s not.” I whisper. “Just because you’re a vampire doesn’t mean you have to forget who you are.” 

Baekhyun is silent so I continue.

“I’m sorry for everything, Baekhyun. I really hope one day you can forgive me. I’ll leave you alone now.” Feeling brave, I lean over a press a small kiss to his cheek. His eyes flutter close. “Goodbye, Byun Baekhyun.” 

Holding back a sob, I turn and leaving him standing there – letting him make his own choice, the choice I took away from him. 

-

As I come to the end of the lane, I fall to my knees and cry into my hands. A breeze blows from beside me, I look up with blurry eyes and see Sehun glaring at something in front of us. I wipe my eyes whilst sniffing before looking forward, I spot the black carriage at the bottom of the hill. My body instantly freezes, my breath hitching. Looking back to the burning house I note that Baekhyun is no longer in sight – I exhale in relief. 

“They were quick.” Kai appears at my left side. Kai’s eyes are dark, almost black as he watches the carriage doors open. Two men exit the carriage, both wearing long dark cloaks. They make their way towards us. Kai growls lowly in his throat as they come closer, the blonde-haired man let out a chuckle at the sound. 

“What a nice way to greet your master, Jongin!” He chirps as he finally stood in front of us. His iced blue eyes looked at the still burning building behind us and smiled widely. “I like what you’ve done with the place.” 

“What do you want, Tobias?” Kai once again growled. Sehun moved in front of me slightly as the other man’s black eyes danced dangerously over my figure causing me to shudder. Kai steps a further step in front me, blocking me completely. 

“We got word of a rogue vampire on the loose, destroying the town and revealing our kind.” Suddenly, Tobias grips Kai’s collar tightly in his hand. “Where is the little vampire, hmmm?” Kai grunts, struggling in his hold. 

“I don’t know!” he growls, Tobias lets out a chuckle before nodding towards the other man. The other man grabs Sehun and forcing him onto his knees and grip his neck tightly in his hand. 

“Come on, Jongin. Just tell us and nobody will get hurt.” Kai shakes his head, his dark maroon eyes glancing at both Sehun and I. 

“I don’t where he is!” Sehun lets out a choked gasp as the man increases the pressure on his neck causing a crack to begin itching its way up Sehun’s neck. 

“No Newborn can resist the call of its maker, so call him.” Tobias orders. Kai stays silent Tobias gives a quick nod to the man. Kai shakes his head – his dark eyes look swiftly at me. 

Kai couldn’t call Baekhyun only I could.  

“Wait!” I yelp just as the man was about to snap Sehun’s neck. Tobias’s blue eyes flicker to me, I feel my breath stutter slightly. 

“Kai didn’t turn him, I did.” Tobias drops Kai and makes his way towards me, a creepy smile appearing on his face.

“And you are?” Standing up, I take a step forward, remaining eye contact with him.

“Y/N.” Tobias grins before running a cold index finger along my cheek. I struggle not to flinch back. 

“Y/N, do you know the price of turning a human into a vampire without consent of the Elders?” I shake my head fearfully. “It’s death, for both maker and vampire.” I frown before looking at Kai – he eyes the floor, avoiding my stare. Tobias catches on, looking between both of us before letting out a chuckle. 

“Ah yes, of course Jongin didn’t tell you about his meeting with us. He may act like he has authority, but authority is something Jongin will never be able to have, isn’t that right pet?” Kai looks away, ashamed. “However, I am willing to make an exception!” Tobias announces. 

Kai’s head quickly darts back to his maker, Tobias grins evilly at him before turning back to me. “I will spare both you and the Newblood’s life if you come with me.”

“NO!” Kai screeches quickly appearing in front of me, blocking Tobias from my view. “You will not take her! You can take me instead; I will pay for her crime since I am her master.” Tobias chuckles before shaking his head.

“No, Jongin this is her crime and she will pay for it herself.” Tobias reaches out his hand for me to take. I eye it for a moment, Kai quickly turns around griping my shoulders.

“Don’t you dare take his hand, Y/N,” his red eyes are pleading me, almost warning me of what I am entering into. I look at Sehun – who is still held captured, his blood red eyes are wide with fear. Looking back at Kai, I remove his hands from my shoulder.

“I’m sorry,” I whisper as I place my hand into Tobias cold one. 

Tobias tugs me forward, away from Kai and Sehun. “Baz let the boy go!” he orders. The man, Baz, throws Sehun onto the ground before following behind us. Tobias ushers me into the carriage and harshly slams the door. From the window I watch as Kai falls to his knees, his hands tugging harshly at his hair. Sehun watches with sorrow filled eyes as the carriage sets off. From the trees, I spot a figure standing watching the carriage. His red eyes glowed in the dark night; I place my hand on the window wishing I could feel him one last time. I continue to watch him until he was out of my sight. 

-

We arrived at a large manor – much larger than Kim manor. The carriage doors open, Baz stands at side holding the door open, he reaches a handout to me. I look at it fearfully, before ternately placing mine into his, he tugs me forward out of the carriage. Tobias meets us at the gate, his blue eyes linger on my figure before meeting my own eyes. He ushers me into the building. The hallway is grand; filled with portraits of men in dark suits – previous elders. The great leaders of the original vampire clangs. I spot a portrait of Tobias; he is the very last painting I see before we enter the living area. Tobias gestures for me to take a seat on the red velvet couch, I gulp slightly before speaking.

“Forgive me, but am I not supposed to be imprisoned?” Tobias barks out a laugh, reach for the brown liquid in the glass bottle. Carefully he pours it into two small glasses before handing me one. I take it with shaking hands. 

“No, no, I have bigger plans for you, my love.” He smirks at me before downing his drink. Tobias walks towards me, the smirk still present on his lips. Gently, he runs a hand through my hair, twirling it between his fingers. “You will obey me, sweet Y/N. That is your punishment.” He takes the untouched drink from my hand and places it on the table, his cold hand returns to mine as he began tugging me down the hallway. My eyes sting as tear being to once again well up, I look at the dark brown door in front of me. Tobias swings it open revealing a bedroom. A large king-sized bed is centre of the room covered in dark red bedding. My legs feel heavy beneath me as Tobias continues to tug me into the bedroom. I can feel the urge to beg on the tip of my tongue; the flashes of Sehun and Kai stop me. I will endure this. I will pay for my crime in any form possible.

Tobias cold lips touch the skin of my lips; my eyes flutter close as I will myself not to shudder in disgust. He turns me around; my eyes still remain close – too scared to look into his eyes. “Look at me.” He hums, I slowly flutter my eyes open and he grins. His thumb wipes away the stray tear that slips down my cheek. Tobias’s eyes being to glow – the blue darkens but the whites of his eyes glow. 

“Kiss me,” My arms move on their own, wrapping themselves around his neck. I stand on my tiptoes and connect my lips to his. It feels foreign, like I have no control. And suddenly, I realise I don’t. This is his gift: mind control. And this is my punishment: I will be his toy, his slave until he has no use for me.

The tears slide further down my face as Tobias pushes me onto the bed. I stare at the ceiling, hoping it will be over soon. As he rips of the dress, I plead my mind to distract me, to take me away from this nightmare. His hands begin to touch my skin – I think of Kai. His fangs sink into the flesh under my breast, I scream in pain and thrash around, he holds me down. My mind goes to Sehun. And when he finally enters me; Baekhyun’s face appears. 

I will endure this torture for them. 

[ohh-baekhyun]

Nothing Like Us | 02

✨ Summary: Rich, charming and undeniably good-looking, Byun Baekhyun is used to women falling on their knees for him. You are an exception though. Quiet, reserved and indifferent, you are never afraid to put him in his place if you need to. That’s probably why he is quite besotted with you. No woman has ever challenged him the way you do. Thus when he has the chance to spend three weeks under the same roof as you, he makes it his sole mission to win your heart.

✨ Genre: Arranged Marriage-ish!AU, romance, fluff, smut in future chapter.:,

You’ve been here for ten days and you’re starting to think staying here isn’t as bad as you thought it would be. Your books, and the maids keep you company when Baekhyun isn’t home. When he’s home, he’s either purposely rattling your cage to annoy you, flirt with you at every turn, or instigate the Truth or Dare game. It is true that the two of you have bonded through this game. Although lately, the questions he threw have been all over the place, ranging from trivial to inappropriate.

What’s your favorite movie? (Shrek)

Do you believe in Aliens? (Nope)

What do you like about me? (Nothing)

You were lying of course. You just didn’t want him to get a big head about it.

Do you have a Daddy kink? (What do you think?)

As for you, there were times when you put little thought into your question because you just want to get it over with, and times when you are genuinely curious about what you asked. Through this game, although silly, you get to learn so much about Baekhyun. Something serious like him giving up his career as an architect to be the heir to his father’s company, to something unimportant like how his ex-girlfriend dumped him because he pours his milk first before his cereal.

If ten days ago he was merely an acquaintance, today he has graduated to a friend. The kind you get annoyed at so often, but can’t stay mad at for long.

It is a Friday morning and you’re in the dining room all by yourself. Baekhyun has left to work after having a quick breakfast with you. It has become a daily occurence since the start of your stay here. He’ll also be back in the evening for dinner.

You take a sip of your tea and stare at your phone as the screen lights up. There’s a message from your Dad that says, ‘The lawyer will get in touch with you soon. If there’s anything you’d like to add to the contract, please don’t hesitate to let him know.’

Apparently, your Dad has summoned a lawyer to help you draft a prenuptial agreement. You don’t understand what’s the hurry. To be honest, you haven’t given much thought to what happens when three weeks are over, but you are not one to go against your Dad’s order. So with a sigh, you lift your phone off the table reply to his message with an Okay and a Thank you Dad.

Later that night, you’ve finally come up with a few demands you’d like to negotiate. You’ve typed them out in the notes section of your iPad. But now you’re debating if you should discuss about it with Baekhyun before emailing the file to your lawyer. After a moment of quiet consideration, you look for your phone to text him.

You: My room, now.

Byun.B: You think I'm your dog?

You: Can you see me in my room please? :)

Byun.B: What for?

You: There's something I want to show you.

Byun.B: You, naked?

You: Maybe.

Almost immediately, you hear the echo of his door opening and closing, followed by the sound of his footsteps, and lastly, the door to your room swing open. Baekhyun appears wearing a plain white tee and black shorts, his disheveled hair falling slightly over his eyes, they look so soft it makes you want to run your fingers through them.

His eyes found you and you giggle at the dissapoinment raining on his feature when he sees you, not naked.

Baekhyun grunts and mutters something inaudible under his breath.

"Come sit with me," you say before glancing down at your iPad. The door closes and he walks over to you.

He stops by your side, shoving his hands in the pocket of his shorts as he stares down at you. “Why did you invite me to your room?” He asks. “Please tell me we finally doing the deed? Because I am so fucking ready.”

You roll your eyes. “Why do you have to relate everything to sex?”

“If you didn’t invite me here for naughty purposes, what for then?” He asks once he is seated next to you on the ottoman.

"My father has hired a lawyer for me," you told him. "You know, to help me out with the marriage contract and stuff.”

His eyes go round like saucers. "Fuck, we're getting married for real?"

"Oh, I wouldn't hold your breath," You dismiss. His eyes narrowed at you. "But," You carry on. "If I do agree to this arrangement, there are demands that must be fulfilled." You pass him your iPad. "Take a look, I thought it'd be good to review this with you before I email it to my lawyer."

On your ipad is a list of negotiations you've typed out in bulletpoints. They’re not written in legalese but that’s not your job to mind, but the lawyer’s.

I get to finish my studies and find a job of my choosing here.

We move to a new place (preferably a villa and NOT haunted)

I want a pet pig.

He stops reading to stare blankly at you, like he thinks you are crazy.

“What? Pigs are smart okay?”

“Where do you think you're living in? FarmVille?" He says sarcastically.

"We can get a teacup pig!” You protest. “Have you seen them? They’re so small and cute.”

"There’s no such thing as teacup pigs. They are just piglets and will eventually grow into a motherfucking pig. On top of that, they stink and poop like it’s no one’s business.”

You raise your chin at him. ”How are you so sure?”

”I know someone who’s a pig breeder,” He says.

You take a moment to think before reluctantly accepting that Baekhyun is right. You can’t have a fully grown pig in the house, they easily weigh 300kg.

“Fine...I’ll cross that out,” You say, relenting.

Baekhyun notices a slight pout on your lips, and the way your face falls in dissappointment. Feeling bad for letting you down, his heart aches a little.

“Is there any other pet you’d like to have?” He asks softly before adding, “Anything that doesn’t belong on a farm...or a jungle.”

You gaze up at him with hopeful round eyes. “Can we get a kitten or a puppy then?” You ask.

Baekhyun smiles. “That we can,” He agrees before shifting his eyes back to your iPad.

In the event of extramarital affair, I have the right to leave the marriage. We get a divorce with no contest.

Baekhyun looks at you again, this time his expression unreadable. “You think I’m going to cheat on you?”

You honestly have no answer to that. Having being abandon at such a young age, you’ve grown up to be distrustful of the people around you. You grew up believing that everyone will eventually get bored and leave. Like your parents did.

“I hope you don’t take it personally,” you assure him. “I’m not saying you’re untrustworthy, it’s just, I don’t know you well enough to trust you.”

Understanding dawns on his feature and he nods. “Fair enough," He says, fixing his attention to the screen again. His lips pucker in concentration as he stares at the bulletpoints. You peer over his shoulder and watch as he taps on the edit icon on the bottom right of the screen. The keyboard appears and his fingers start moving.

In the event of extramarital affair (never going to happen), I have the right to leave the marriage. As a penalty, 100% of Byun Baekhyun’s assets will be handed over to me.

You read and re-read the part he has just edited. “Are you serious?” You look at him wide-eyed. “You’re giving me full ownership of your property?

He nods easily like it’s no big deal to him. “Anyway, whether or not I have an affair, you’ll still get fifty percent of everything I acquire from the moment you say yes.”

If he’s trying to lure you, then it is partly working. You are not going to lie, his proposal is indeed very appealing. Baekhyun’s assets are staggering, and with that much money, you could finally start up a literacy organization and open up free schools like you always wanted to.

“I’ll have my lawyer draft the prenup agreement as soon as you come up with a decision,” He says.

“Oh, okay...” You mutter, still feeling in complete disbelief.

“What’s next?” He mutters to himself, reverting his attention to the screen.

I want babies and I get to name all of them.

You’ve thought long and hard whether or not you should include that clause in the list. You know Baekhyun is going to tease you upon reading it, but you have to shove your embarrassment under the rug. You’ve always wanted kids and it is important that he is onboard with the idea before you make up your mind about the marriage.

He raised an amused brow at you, one corner of his lips curling up. “Babies huh?”

You feel your cheek heating up. “Why? Do you not want babies?”

He shakes his head and twists around to set the iPad away on the mattress behind him. When he glances back at you, you give him a quizzical stare.

“What does–” you shake your head to imitate his action earlier. “mean?”

“It means if you want babies, I’ll give you babies...But there’s a problem,” He says, folding his arms over his chest. The muscle in his biceps bulge. It's very distracting. 

Damn him.

Stop ogling! you chide yourself. Look up!  

You glance up at him. “What’s the problem?”

“How are we going to make babies if you always run everytime I come near you?” He asks. “You won’t even let me touch you.”

“I’m not going to run,” You say, averting your eyes.

“I don’t believe you.”

Feeling the need to prove him wrong, you lift your chin and will yourself to meet his eyes. “Try me.”

There is a lull of silence that caused the air to grow tense. His gaze dark, intense, hinting at something sexual. “Come sit on my lap,” he finally speaks.

Your eyes descend to his thighs and you gulp nervously. Slowly, you rise from your seat and move to stand before him. You look between him and his lap, hesitating.

Baekhyun watches you, his own heartbeat accellerating when you finally lower yourself on his lap. Once you are seated, he slid a hand over your back, resting his palm on the curve of your waist to hold you just in case you move and fall. This is the closest you two have ever been and he doesn't want to let go.

There's a stretched silence where Baekhyun continues studying your profile closely. You stare down at your fingers, your thumbs twiddling with each other.

“What now?” You say, trying to defuse the awkwardness.

“Put your arms around me, sweetheart,” he whispers slowly into your ears. Goosebumps prickle along the back of your neck at the sound his low voice. Under normal circumstances, you would be chiding him for calling your sweetheart. You don't like it, it's patronising as hell. But this is no normal circumstances, and you are too nervous to even speak. Instead, you take a long shaky breath and soldier on.

When your arms are circled around Baekhyun’s shoulders, he looks straight into your eyes. If you are any other woman in this situation, he would have pulled you in for a kiss already. But you are not just any woman. And it doesn't help that he has no fucking idea whether you're attracted to him or not. He studies you for a moment, his own gaze is twitchy, showing slight hesitation. “Am I making you uncomfortable?” He whispers.

“A little,” you voice out softly. “but not in a bad way.”

He keeps his eyes interlock with yours as he draws in a breath. “And If I touch you, will you push me away?”

“Depends where you touch,” you reply, your voice sounding small.

Looking at how tense you are, Baekhyun doesn’t know where or how to start. The last thing he wants it to scare you away with his advances, but the urge to kiss you is so fucking strong. He keeps his eyes on you. Slowly, almost tentatively, he lifts his hand and smooths his fingertips along your jawline, cupping your face. “Is this okay?” He asks, looking into your eyes.

His hand feels warm against your skin and he’s surprisingly gentle. You sigh and nod. “It’s okay.”

Baekhyun's lips tilt up into a smile, as though he is relieved. “You have such a tiny face,” he wonders as he strokes the back of his thumb over your cheek. “it fits in my hand perfectly.”

Hearing that, you scoff. “You know any guy would say something like you have such a beautiful face or eyes or things like that.”

"You know I am not like any guy,”

“You’re right,” you say with a soft smile. "I've never met anyone like you."

It is only now that you’re realizing how close your face is to his face. There’s a strange tenderness and intimacy in the way he looks at you, and to you own disbelief, you like it. You like him doting on your like this.

“If you keep staring at me like that,” He says to your semi-dazed self. You blink out of it, only to find yourself chained under the intensity of his gaze. “I’m afraid I can’t hold it much longer.”

“H-how do I stare at you?”

Gingerly, he swipes his thumb over your lower lip. “Like you want me to kiss you,” He murmurs. 

You heart misses a beat, and your pale cheek is slowly growing rosy.

Then, he is leaning closer and closer.

Your mind starts to spin like a carousel. You know the right thing to do is to push him away, tell him no. But you can't move. It's as if he has just casted a spell on you to render you paralyzed. Thus, the last thing you see before you close your eyes is how close his face is to yours, and then the light went out and you feel the softness of his lips brushing against yours. You are stiff as a board and it surprises you that he is just as tensed as you are. None of you are moving your lips. This isn't how you expected kissing Baekhyun to feel like. It almost feels like a first kiss all over again because you really don't know what to do. Do you open your mouth? Pull him closer? Or what?

A few seconds passed and Baekhyun eventually pulls away. You open your eyes to meet his eyes, but his gaze is unfathomable. Your brows pulled together into a frown as you try to decipher the look on his face. Is he dissapointed? Oh God, does he think you're a bad kisser? Must be...

"It's late," He says somewhat coldly, looking anywhere but you. "I should go now."

"Oh...Okay," You say, immediately unclasping your arms around his neck and slid off his lap. You turn your back to him once you rise to your feet, too embarrassed to face him after what has just happened.

The two of you exchange a brief goodnight without looking at each other.

And then he is gone.

Fast forward three days later...

The last few days have been hectic for Baekhyun. Ever since his father announced his retirement, Baekhyun has to step in to take over his role as the CEO of the company. Which means, more meetings, more engagements that he needs to attend. In fact he is currently on his way to his third meeting of the day. It sucks because he doesn’t get to spend time with you as much as he would like to.

Good news is, things have been progressing steadily between you two. And Baekhyun realized that for the first time since you arrived here, it felt not so much like you were arguing with him because you despised him but more like you did it because it was fun. 

However, he still doesn’t know where you stand at this point. What happens when three weeks are up? Will you pack your bag and leave, or will you stay?

Fuck.

The thought of you leaving kicks him hard in the gut. He admits he has grown to like you. A hell, hell lot. It is silly because you’ve only been here for two weeks but you’ve became the first thing he thinks about when he wakes up, and the last thing in his mind before he goes to sleep. Maybe it has to do with the fact that you’re slowly letting your guard down around him, and now he gets to see more of the real you.

He knows you had a complicated relationship with your parents. You were abandoned at a very young age and will forever be nursing a broken heart. He couldn’t begin to imagine the pain you went through, to be left behind by your own mother and have your own father sent you away. He knows all of that have left you feeling rejected, unwanted, and often, inadequate about yourself. That’s why you are always shy and reserved around everyone.

Everyone except him.

Whether you like him or not, he doesn’t know. One thing he knows is, you’re never afraid to voice out your opinion or tell him off when you need to, he guess that’s why he loves provoking you so much.

It’s only been a few days but he really missed all the playful banters and bickerings he had with you. He misses the wicked gleam in your eyes when you are firing something back at him. He misses the sweet sound of your laughter when he makes you laugh. He misses the way he feels when he makes you laugh, as if he has just won a grand prize. But more than anything, he misses you.

The last time he talked you was on the night he kissed you. And he fucking ruined everything. He had no idea what the hell happened to him. He has never been that nervous around a girl before. He is a damn good kisser and he knows that. But the moment he pressed his lips against yours, it felt as if he has never kissed all his life. Yet, it didn't stop his heartrate from going overdrive whenever he thinks about how your lips felt against his.

He could've done so much better, but there's no point dwelling on the past. All he knows is, the next time chances like that arise, he swears to kiss the hell out of you and make sure it's the best damn kiss you’ll ever have.

And that next time better be soon because time is running out between you and him. 

Next Chapter

[mayrubyy]

DAMAGE 💔 [II]

➻ Pairing - Reader x Chanyeol  

➻ Genre - Mafia!AU | Status - Ongoing 🌊  

➻ Word Count - 6k | ➻  Damage m.list  

➻ Rating - (M) 

This contains mature content. 18+ only

(WARNINGS - mentions of gun violence, killings, explicit sex) 

Summary - Wild, reckless, nefarious– he had all the flaws to convince you he wasn’t the one. Yet, here you were completely drawn towards him even though you knew somewhere along the line that the damage could be fatal.

➻ Chapter Two

Your feet were planted on the warm floor of his room as you took a glance outside the window. The cold morning air hitting your face as your fingers brushed lightly along the sore flesh of your skin where he had marked you up last night. Gentle streaks of the rising sun were peeking through the scattered clouds. The sky gleamed in perfect purple, pink and golden hues. You stood idly watching the silhouettes that adorned the cityscape, admiring the view. It was breathtakingly beautiful. It felt safe and so calming. 

“This apartment is huge,” you spoke over your shoulder softly as you fiddled with the hem of his shirt. Chanyeol walks over to you from his bedside, a smirk forming on his lips. “You like it?” he asks you enveloping his strong arms around your small frame. Your back hitting his chest as he nuzzles into your neck, the contact making your skin tingle because he had no shirt on.

“I like you,” you tell him turning around in his cozy embrace to capture his pink lips with yours. He smiles into the kiss, taking the opportunity to slip his hands underneath and giving your boobs a good squeeze. He merely couldn’t resist since you were standing there in nothing but his shirt alone. You grip his arms, gently stroking and trailing your fingers along his tattoos as he continues to fondle your breasts. You ask him, “how are you guys able to afford this place?” while your hands explore the nape of his neck.

“We have our ways,” he hums against your lips as his thumb brushes over your sensitive bud. “Yeol!” you playfully smack his chest. Huffing, he pulls away from you, skimming his fingers down your sides and planting his huge hands on both ends of your hips.

“It’s Eunwoo’s,” he finally blurts out.

“So, you live here for free?” you curiously arch your eyebrows and continue shooting a bunch of questions at him. “Black Pearl belongs to him too right?”.

Chanyeol smiles at you, “you ask too many questions”. He lurches forward and snuggles into your neck again, this time he rests his chin on your shoulder. “Is that a bad thing?” you pout nudging at him.

“There’s a lot…that– you need to know baby,” he pauses in between words as he struggles to support himself. He stumbles a little, his height although complemented well with yours, his feet were clumsy. “Chanyeol..you’re hea–vy,” you gasp as he puts all of his weight on you. He quickly pulls back with a worried look on his face.

“Fuck, Y/N! I’m so sorry, I–”.

“I’m okay. Gosh. You’re such a puppy,” you giggle at him. “Your puppy,” he cups your face giving you an eskimo kiss, booping his nose with yours. You run your fingers through his hair as your eyes meet again, the affection burning within you as you adore and comfort each other in the 7 am light.

“You hungry?” you ask him in your soft voice pecking him on the lips. You could hear his stomach growl. “After all the fucking we’ve done,” he smirks “you bet I am”. He takes the moment to spank your ass. “Stop spanking me!” you chide at him. “What if I don’t?” this time he squeezes both your cheeks eliciting another satisfied moan from you.

“This is–,” he continues kneading your ass, “like the best breakfast ever”. Chanyeol grins. “SHUT UP!” you push him away and head out of his room and start pacing towards the kitchen.

“What the fuck?!”.

Sehun startles you. Gaping at you with a bowl of cereal in hands. “Not surprised,” Minseok speaks leaning against the refrigerator. If it weren’t for Chanyeol’s oversized shirts for covering you up properly, things could have turned out so extremely awkward. You quietly curse under your breath for walking out of the room like you owned the placed.

Chanyeol emerges from behind you, basking in his shirtless form with a smug look on his face, “mornin’, fuckers!”. He starts stretching his arms flexing his muscles in front of the guys when you suddenly hear Baekhyun making lewd sounds from the couch.

“MMMMHHMM LOEEEY–”.

“HARDER LOEEEY, OOOOH YES.”

Baekhyun mocks both you and Chanyeol, “you guys up all night to get lucky or what?“.

Chanyeol glowers at him, “you of all don’t get to talk, Byun Baekhyun”. He storms towards Baekhyun to hustle him, of course. But this time, Baekhyun makes Chanyeol chase him from one room to the other making them both look extremely idiotic.

“Here we go again,” you exhale heavily throwing your hands over your face covering it.

[ 12:57 pm ] Task Force HQ

The panels’ eyes were all fixed on the screen. Exclusively engrossed as Kyungsoo briefly covered the details of the case to the taskforce, slide after slide. Jongin was seated by the edge of the table, tapping the keys of his laptop, seriously feeding in the data.

“This isn’t the matter of Incheon alone,” Kyungsoo stresses on his words. “We’re working along with the SMPA and soon we’ll narrow down the suspects”.

“So far,” he points his hand towards the screen. “We may have found our lead”. Close-ups of a gang by the Han River appear one by one and zoom in on one particular suspect. “Zhang Yixing,” Kyungsoo draws everyone’s attention to the name. “An important suspect for the killings in Area 94. He works under Jongdae who currently according to what we have managed to gather in our records– is that he is not in Seoul”. He paces back and forth in front of the screen, elaborating with his hands. The light from the projector flickers on him highlighting his square features. “Jongdae’s whereabouts are unknown as of now. This may be our only chance to get proper evidence against him”.

“It’d be best if we all cooperate in handling this,” Kyungsoo folds his arms against his chest before finishing his words. “These are underhand dealings and you are required to be very alert”.

“Any questions?” he asks the taskforce.

Kim Woosung submits the reports they collected on behalf of the SMPA. “In Area 94 last Friday, we held this boy with a gun”. Kyungsoo gravely pays attention to Woosung as he unfolds what had happened. “There was this girl too”. There’s a glint of malice in his eyes as he recollects the encounter. “I believe we must find the girl”. A crooked smile forms on his lips. “She might know something.” Jongin sighs rolling his eyes as Woosung keeps stretching his report far longer than it was required.

“That’ll be all Woosung,” Kyungsoo interrupts him suddenly. “Jongin and I will take it from here. You’re off the case until next week”.

“But, Chief?!–” Woosung’s voice falters. “There’s no need to pay attention to unnecessary details,” Kyungsoo rebukes. “The time we have is limited”. He pinches the bridge of his nose and shuts his eyes to stress his point. “Alright, gentleman, Jongin and I will be heading to Incheon, now”. He concludes. “For any major leads, contact us immediately”. He directs the team before walking out.  Jongin rushes following Kyungsoo out of the conference room, his hands full. 

“Allready found her didn’t you?” he asks as he slips the laptop and the files into his briefcase. Kyungsoo remains silent throughout their walk towards the parking lot.

Once they get in the car, Kyungsoo taps his finger on the steering wheel and turns towards Jongin with a rigid expression on his face. “Wrong place at the wrong time”. He shakes his head. “Y/N,” Kyungsoo takes her name. He then turns the key to start the engine.

“What did you get yourself into?”

[ 02:27 pm ]  Black Pearl

After driving for what seemed like an hour, they arrive at Incheon. Kyungsoo pulls over to a curb near the crossing just so he can park closer to Black Pearl. His eyes grow dark like he had a glint of purpose. His intentions seemed perfectly clear. At the end of the day, this was his job. He didn’t really have a choice. “Stay here,” he tells Jongin as he fixes his hair in the mirror. “You know the drill”.

“Affirmative,” replies Jongin.

The dry afternoon air hits him as he gets out of the car. It was quiet, not much buzz except for the sound of the traffic trailing by. She’s probably just arrived for her shift, Kyungsoo wonders as he steps into the café. To much of his predicted notion, he was right. There were barely any customers, about three tables were engaged, which meant things were working in his favor, at least for the moment.

He finds her by the counter arranging something. She looked pretty, glowing in fact. Her hair was tied up in a high pony and she was dressed in a tight pastel pink shirt and dark jeans. His polished shoes reflect under the light falling from the huge glass as he heads towards the counter and greets her in his soft deep voice.

“Hello again”.

Y/N peeks up from the platform to take a look. The sweet scent of roasted coffee beans fills the space between them as their eyes meet. It takes her a moment to realize it’s the same man from last night. The one dressed in the perfectly ironed black suit who had tipped her the hundred dollar bill. 

“Oh hi, welcome back!” she gives him a welcoming smile. “Please, take a seat”.Kyungsoo suavely sits himself on the stool. She hastily fixes her hair and her apron. His glossy dark hair reflects under the light drawing her attention when he shifts to rest his arms on the platform. “I would like what I had yesterday,” he tells her. His cheeks turn a soft shade of pink, “you must remember, right?”.

“Of course! I remember,” she answers. Her voice jitters as she paces around the counter. “Forgive me for never asking what your name is,” he expresses. “What’s your name?” he asks looking at her in anticipation.

“Oh that’s fine,” she blushes. “It’s Y/N”.

“That’s a pretty name,” Kyungsoo combs through his dark locks, giving her his signature heart shaped smile. “Thank you,” she gets flattered and surprised by how ridiculously nice he was being to her.

However, a part of her was also very tense. She remembered Baekhyun had told them that this guy was an FBI agent and she feared he was probably here to interrogate her about Friday. She tries to distract herself and presses the button of the machine to grind the coffee.

“You’re alone?” Kyungsoo asks looking around the cafe. He leans back in the stool studying the metal door behind her. “Yup! All by myself,” she answers focusing all her attention towards brewing the espresso shots. After minutes of inner panicking and preparing, she serves the Café Latte to him. 

Kyungsoo holds the beverage, fingers skimming along the porcelain of the cup as he fixes his eyes on her. She wavers under his gaze when he finally breaks the silence by asking her again.

“How long have you been working here?”.

“It’s my third week here,” she answers.

“Ah, so you’re new here?“ he asks parting his lips before taking his first sip of the latte. “I am– actually,” she stutters to form her words but musters the courage to get straight to the point.

“Officer … are you here… to arrest me?”.

Kyungsoo’s narrows his gaze back on her, surprised by her sudden query. “No, why?” he asks as she nervously fiddles with her apron with a grim look on her face. “Wait, who told you about me?” he quirks an eyebrow scanning her critically watching her falter in her speech. His eyes spark curiously. “My friend told me you were in the news,” her voice croaks. “And last Friday night, I was held by an officer and I–”.

“Y/N,” he gives her a soft smile, “I already know what has happened”.

“Relax, I’m only here to ask a few questions”.

“More importantly,” he raises his cup. “For the Café Latte, actually,” he grins this time to show how much he’s actually liking the beverage. “Oh thank god! I thought you were going to take me in for running away,” she gasps bending her knees frantically. “That officer made me really uncomfortable,” she shakes her head in contempt. Kyungsoo finds her actions adorable as she continues to tell him about what had happened.

“Don’t worry about it. I’ll take care of him,” he looks up at her from his cup as he takes another sip. “Thank you so much, officer,” she thanks him heaving a sigh of relief.

“Call me Kyungsoo, please”.

He rests his hand on top of hers, which were super soft at touch. A little comforting but very awkward. She quickly draws her hand away. Her heart flutters alarmingly for a moment or two, she shrugs silently to herself for letting it slip. She laughs it off nervously as a goofy grin forms on his lips. The energy fluctuates between the two with every passing minute further making her a little hazy. He had an intimidating personality, a little mysterious too but something intriguing about him had caught her attention, something she couldn’t quite put her finger on.

They exchange nervous glances at each other as he finishes the rest of his drink. “Well, I had a great time with you today,” Kyungsoo tells her as he gets down the stool. They exchange bows before he begins to leave. She watches him walk out of the cafe when he stops to turn around, face beaming brightly with his heart shaped smile, only to say… 

“I’ll be back again tomorrow, Y/N”.

Neon lights flickered in the background as trails of smoke decorated the dense air of the dark room. Taehyung tapped the end of his cigarette before taking a long puff and exhaling, making the room smoggier.

He wasn’t alone.

His men were scattered across the room, right behind him, the only difference was they were a lot fewer than there was on Friday. He eyed Baekhyun and Chanyeol who both sat next to Yixing and the others with an antsy look on his face.

“I don’t understand you, motherfuckers,” Taehyung spits glaring at Junmyeon. “You clear my area of this bastard,” he curses at Yixing and then reaches for his revolver on the table. “To stab me in the back the very next week?”.

“Gotta play fair,” he scoffs as he loads bullets into his gun.

Yixing chuckles nonchalantly, “you amuse me”. He gets up from his seat and offers Taehyung his part of the deal. “Look, let’s not drag this any further”.

“Join us,” Yixing cocks his head to one side.

Taehyung shrugs in revulsion. Instead, he suddenly gets up from the couch and fixes his gun on Yixing spiting in his direction, “fuck you”.

“The nerve of you to come to my area,” Taehyung warns “and dictate terms to me?”. He looked extremely displeased. He was tired of all the games and it seemed like he wasn’t going to accept the deal despite the profits he was being promised.

Just as he’s about to pull the trigger Chanyeol suddenly takes his revolver out and shoots directly at the light fixtures behind Taehyung, shocking and distracting everyone.

“Jeez, ya’ll talk too much”.

Chanyeol charges at Taehyung in a split of a second, knocking his elbow and making the revolver drop out of Taehyung’s hands. Chanyeol then starts kicking him into the ground. Baekhyun lurches forward to stop him but Yixing orders him not to. Immediately, both the gangs take guard holding each other at gunpoint. Sehun and Junmyeon firmly fix their aim at Taehyung’s men while Chanyeol continues kicking the shit out of Taehyung.

“Sorry man,” Chanyeol grunts as he spits at Taehyung kicking him in the stomach before punching him directly in the face, nearly knocking his tooth out, “I really didn’t want this”.

“But looks like,” he kicks him one more time in the face. “I’ve got no choice,” Chanyeol kicks the revolver away from Taehyung’s reach and points his own gun at him and turns towards Yixing. 

Taehyung scowls at Chanyeol with a bloody face, “you’ll pay for this”.

“Finish him.” Yixing commands.

Chanyeol remorselessly fires bullets at Taehyung killing him without another word. What ensued after was complete chaos. Wild flickering of lights and blood trailing on the floor. Bullets with shreds of glass and brick flying everywhere. Sehun and Junmyeon relentlessly fire at the men shooting at them. Baekhyun and Chanyeol join the two to finish them off. The fight goes on for another forty minutes before they all gather in the middle. They all stand in a daze amidst the murky smokey room. Chanyeol kicks the floor in annoyance.

Yixing nods in approval.

“Impressive,” he pats Chanyeol on his back. “Good thing I didn’t kill you the other night”. He smirks, “you come in real handy”.

“Get your nasty hands off me,” Chanyeol warns him with a scowl on his face.

Junmyeon alerts everyone, “boys, let’s leave before things get messy”. Sehun laughs, “hyung it’s already a mess in here”.

“No. Junmyeon’s right,” Chanyeol says in his exasperated voice. “The FBI’s involved now”.

“Let’s get the fuck out of here”.

You sat by the window alone in the café after attending the last few customers. Baekhyun had told you to lock Black Pearl after closing tonight since they had business to do elsewhere. You didn’t really ask the details but somewhere along the line, you wondered where they had gone to.

Even though you knew that the café belonged to Eunwoo it somehow surprised you when Chanyeol told you in the morning that the apartment was his too. Maybe the boys had gone to meet up with him?

You clearly didn’t know much about Eunwoo either. All you knew was that he wasn’t in Seoul. You heard Minseok say he was majoring in Economics at some university in Tokyo. But if the boys really had plans on going to Japan, they would let you know.

You quietly hummed to yourself in boredom. Waiting until it was 10 pm so you could head home. All you could think of was Chanyeol, his strong scent, his never ending kisses and his perfectly sculpted body pressed against yours, engulfing you in his warmth.

You wanted to be with him.

You remembered how he growled into your ear and marked your body with his teeth. How he made your body quiver in pleasure. Your fingers slowly reached for the hickey he gave you, still fresh and sore, you could feel yourself get wet as you pictured him, fucking you on the very table you sat right now. You wanted him to fill you up as you writhed under him screaming his name and letting him know how good it felt to have him inside you and stretch you out like this.

You were so eager for his touch but he wasn’t there. Your impatience was growing so you quickly reached for your phone to call him.

Unanswered.

You try again a bunch of times, he still doesn’t answer. So you leave him a text message hoping that maybe he’ll see it.

[  09:56 pm ]

loey, where are you? babygirl needs her daddy.

It was almost closing time so you picked yourself up from the table and dragged your feet to the counter to turn the machines and the monitors off. You checked if everything was in place. It was a lot of work but you didn’t really mind. You switched all the lights off and soon after you were done locking everything, you grabbed your stuff and walked out the back door.

You checked your phone to see if Chanyeol had replied but it turns out he didn’t. You get a little mad but tell yourself to calm down as you begin walking along the sidewalk to catch your bus near the crossing.

As you continued walking you could hear the sound of a car. You didn’t really bother to turn around and check just to be sure. You kept heading in the direction of the crossing. Suddenly you grew very aware that the car wasn’t driving past you and was actually slowly trailing behind you. Just last week you were being interrogated and even though Kyungsoo had told you that nobody was going to bother you anymore, you feared if it was that creepy agent again.

You started scurrying towards the turning when you heard the car honk at you. Panic coursed through your body and your steps began to falter. Two more honks followed but you kept walking hurriedly without stopping, not even for a moment, it was when you heard your phone ring, your stumbled, almost crashing your shoulder into a street lamp.

You cursed as you quickly reached for your phone in your bag, still trying to keep your pace intact. When you saw the screen, your face lit up to see his name, you quickly answered it without wasting another second.

“Chanyeol, where the fuck are you?!–”.

“Babe”.

Another honk.

“It’s me”

“Look behind you,” his husky voice chirps through the phone.

You peek over your shoulder and find him in the driving seat of a G-Wagon flashing you his white teeth in a wide cheeky grin. You clench your fists and charge towards him.

You punch his chest as soon as he gets out of the huge ass car. You wince in pain as he chuckles and pulls you into his body, squeezing you into a hug like you were a plushy. You were his plushy, there was no denying in that, of course.

“Hey, babygirl” he bites his lip looking into your eyes.

“Did you miss me?” He puckers his lips to get his kiss from you but you just punch him in the stomach and cuss at him.

“Fuck you!”.

“Jesus woman! It hurts!” Chanyeol groans in pain.

“Oh yeah? I could hurt you more.“ You chide as you run out of breath. “For not answering my calls”. You take a long deep breath before continuing, “ for stalking me like a creep!”. “For scaring the shit out of me you big jerk”.

“I hate you so much–”.

He cuts you off by devouring you, smothering your lips with his. Not allowing you a single chance to draw away from him further making you frustrated. His hands travel upward flat against your sides and to your chest, his fingers ghosting over your mounds, rubbing circles just like how he did in the morning. You slowly find your composure as his tongue swirls against yours sensually.  "Shhhh…“ he hushes you down sweeping his thumb over your bottom lip.

"I’m here now”.

“What took you so long?!” You pout at him nuzzling your head against his muscular frame. Your hands explore his back as you snuggle yourself into him.

“I missed you”.

He tucks your hair behind your ear and cups your face bringing it up to his for a soft kiss. He continues feathering kisses along your neck, soothing the hickeys he gave you with his delicate pecks. You suddenly become aware you’re still on the sidewalk and before someone tells you two to get a room, you eye the Mercedes.

Next thing you’re pushing him into the backseat. To your surprise, there was plenty of room in his car, he was tall as heck but still there was space for you to move around easily and as you straddled him and raked your fingers through his dark hair pulling at the strands, you really wanted to get at him for some obscure reason.

You take the moment to get your delicate hands on his wrists, slowly pinning them above his head. “What are you doing?” Chanyeol’s deep voice rasps with excitement as you grab for your coat with your other hand, picking it up and revealing the scarf underneath. You reach for the fabric and fasten it around his wrists, tying him in place. His eyes spark up as you start pulling his pants down, he was already growing, you could easily tell from the tent forming in his boxers.

“I’m going to play with you tonight” you purr into his ear. His breath hitches as you nibble along his earlobe. His hands were tied, all he could do was let you have your way and you were relishing every ounce of it. “I still have my shirt on babygirl,” he smirks, “and, I’m all tied up”. He pretends like he’s struggling making you giggle.

“Stop being so dramatic!” you cup his face and bite his bottom lip to which he responds, “says the feisty one”. He tries yanking his arms forward to do what he loves doing the most but to no avail, he couldn’t spank you, the giant puppy was all tied up.

“Ah I see,” he inhales. “It all makes sense now baby”.

You surprise him by fastening the seat belt around him. “Oh-kay?” he mumbles with a confused stare. You secure him in all ways you could with the remaining belts.

“Mhmm all set,” you lick your lips as you get on your knees wantonly and reach for his waistband. He watches you with lust filled eyes as you pull his member out. The red tip oozing with clear precum, you bring your lips closer to the head and draw your tongue along his shaft with teasing kitten licks. You watch him quiver as you start bobbing your head up and down his delicious length. 

The sweet and salty taste fills your tongue along with his erratic breathing  like it’s music to your ears. He suddenly jerks his hips up into your mouth, making you gag, cursing and saying it was involuntary. The seatbelt saved you from having a reflex, otherwise you know he’s enormous.

“Look what you do to me, Y/N” Chanyeol grunts as you continuing sucking his cock. “Fuck, I can’t—”. He jerks again, you draw away from his manhood and bore your eyes into his as you pump his length with your right hand.

“Daddy,” you coo in a sexy voice, “you look so good all tied up”. You pick yourself up slowly and run your index along his sharp jawline. “I want to sit on your dick”. You purr again into his ear, “can I?”.

“You needn’t even ask, princess” Chanyeol throws his head back, his wrists still pinned above his head, his face a flushing red. It turned you on that you had so much power over him. It wasn’t only you, he was hard too, ready to feel your walls clench around his length. You quickly get out of your jeans and your panties. His devilish grin returns to his face as he exhales through his teeth when you straddle him again slowly.

Your thumbs play with his ears. “Your ears are so pink baby boy,” you bite your lip as you watch his grin soften. “Daddy or baby boy?” he smirks, urging you to decide as he tilts his head to one side like a puppy.

“Baby daddy,” You lay your palms against his chest and lean forward to give him a sweet long peck. You shift slightly and feel his dick brushing against your clit. “I wish I could touch you right now,” Chanyeol whines as you start grinding yourself on him. You bring your fingers to his plump lips, brushing over them, commanding him to suck on them. He listens to you and when he takes your two fingers into his mouth, you sink yourself down his length, allowing him to stretch your cunt out.  

“Mmhm fuck–,” Chanyeol moans against your fingers, his chest rumbles as you start riding him. “Ride me baby,” he sucks your forefinger with a loud pop. You feel his head brushing over sweet spot making you moan his name out loud, you melt against him, sex with Chanyeol wasn’t just fiery, it had you wanting to scream from the top of your lungs. He just made you feel that good, he fit you so perfectly. You support yourself on his shoulders as your hips snap against his cock sending you both in a  frenzy.

“I wish I could blindfold you Loey,” you clench around him with your words and you suddenly feel him jerk against you again, cursing loudly as he spills his warm seed inside of you. “Fuck, fuck– oh god,” he growls wildly jolting back and forth, the seatbelt restraining him from moving. You stop riding him and reach for your sensitive bundle of nerves, within seconds you find your own release and come undone on his cock making your cum mix together. You feel him soften inside you and you reach for the freckle on his nose to kiss. You unstrap the scarf around his wrists, releasing his arms. He groans lightly in pain as he stretches them and then he smiles at you with a hazy look on his face.

“I love you,“ you hear him whisper as he starts caressing your back. You blush at his words and hide your face in the crook of his neck. “I love you too”. You whisper back to him as you massage his arms. You stay in his arms all snuggled up against his chest for some time. When he finally brings his hands to your ass again, before he gets to his antics you warn him.

“No spanking!”.

He chuckles at you and pinches your butt instead making you jump. “What the fuck, Chanyeol?!”.

“About that blindfolding”.

“You were saying?” he pulls you back onto his lap with a smirk with his huge hands. “No”. You deny immediately to which he starts peppering rough kisses into your collar bone. You try pushing him away but he’s a stubborn fucker, a strong one at that.

“You’re unbelievable,” you groan as you manage to draw yourself away and facepalm at your boyfriend’s actions.

His hand rests on your left thigh as he drives you back to your apartment. You tell him about your day at the cafe and how Kyungsoo had shown up again. Chanyeol’s expression grows coarse. He looked like he was trying to suppress something. You ask him about his day and he doesn’t answer, his eyes stay focused on the road.

“We made out under this very street lamp”. He instead distracts you pointing outside towards the road, giving you squinty eyed grin. “Where were you?” you push him again this time as you start getting suspicious. “It’s not important” he pauses. Making it clear he wasn’t interested in answering that particular question of yours.

“Chanyeol”.

“What?”.

He continues looking into the road. “Did you meet Eunwoo?” you knew it wasn’t necessary to ask but he had gone without answering your calls and replying to your texts. You felt like you deserved to know what was going on.

He stops the car. “Your apartment is here”.

“Chanyeol, I need you to answer,” you stubbornly fold your arms.

(Chanyeol knew she wouldn’t understand. He just couldn’t explain to her what Black Pearl was up to or what their history was or his history to be exact. 

With each passing day he grew protective of her and he wanted to keep her away from his business as much as possible.

Right now she wasn’t helping him with her unwanted interrogation.)

“I’ll tell you later,” he takes your hand to his lips, kissing it and holding it closer to his chest. “Please, trust me?”. His gaze softens on you making you realize that you went a little too far with your dumb query. “I do. I’m sorry…I didn’t mean to” you choke on your words.

“It’s all right,” he smiles kissing the back of your hand again. You lean towards him for a kiss which he returns warmly. As you get down and start walking to your apartment you turn to look at him in the driving seat, he’s watching you intently with a soft smile. After going upstairs you look down from your window, he’s still waiting for you and as soon as he sees you, he’s waving and sending you a flying kiss making your heart flutter. You wave back at him before he begins to drive away.

You suddenly hear your phone beep.

[ 12:14 am ] Loey

wear that skirt again tomorrow for me? I have something planned for you babygirl.

Chanyeol might have made it seem like he was driving away from her apartment, he wasn’t.

The look on his face was stern. His brows were knitted together and his jaw had tightened as he observed in the rear view that he wasn’t alone. He could see a dark figure behind a bush by the bus stop. He parked the car near a grey building before getting out. It hardly took him time to sprint through the alleys to reach the stop, to find out who had been following him. Upon reaching the square, he realizes who it had been all along.

“I knew I would see you again”, the man speaks in a spiteful tone.

“Knew you had something do with that girl”, the malicious grin returns to his face. “Girlfriend, perhaps?”.

"Stay the fuck away from her,” Chanyeol warns him clenching his teeth together. Giving him a possessive glare. “Or what?” Kim Woosung laughs maniacally. “I think I’m going to keep her for myself”.

“You fucking bastard!” Chanyeol draws his gun out. Making the two hold each other at gunpoint. “So, are you going to turn this gun in as well?” Woosung scoffs. “Officer,” Chanyeol clicks his tongue “you do realize I can use bullets without having to answer the SMPA, right?”. A smirk curls up on his face, "while you have to give answers for every fucking bullet you use”.

“If you shoot me right now, a mere civilian,” Chanyeol sniggers “you’re in for some big trouble”. Woosung’s face contorts like he wasn’t pleased to hear what Chanyeol had just told him. The simple rules the police had to follow unless they had orders from the higher authorities. “You have no power here. Go home”. Chanyeol gives him a hysterical grin. “Come back when you have more evidence”. Chanyeol watches Woosung as he lowers his gun and walks back to his car without another word.

“Y/N is mine and I’ll fucking tear you apart if you touch her”. 

His voice is deep and hoarse as he cautions him. Woosung responds by stopping the car next to Chanyeol and pulling his glass down, “I’ll make sure to get you behind bars soon”. With that he accelerates away. 

Chanyeol spits on the ground as he watches the car drive away from him. He turns around to see two familiar faces standing behind him. He watches them with vexation in his eyes as the shorter of the two speaks.

“Long time no see, Chanyeol”.

Chanyeol tightly shuts his eyes, a thin line forming on his lips.

“What do you want, Kyungsoo?”.

◄ Chapter One | ✎ Masterlist

(a/n) – maya is so sorry! I know I said I will update it on the 6th but thank you for waiting ♡ this took longer than I expected. Had some personal stuff going on but anyway, I worked really hard on this, tried to fix my errors and I think it’s better than the first chapter? I am so sorry if you like Taehyung sweetie asjdjhghdj~ Let me know how you felt about this chapter, it really encourages me to work harder. I hope you enjoyed reading it! Please look forward to Chapter Three! Thank you ♡

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mister [ii]

byun baekhyun/reader. 3.1k words. college!au + professor!au. implied smut.

— byun baekhyun was your intoxicant, your drug, keeping you under his influence for as long as he pleases. and it’ll stay that way even if he is your professor.

a/n: i’m so sorry for the long wait! i was really busy with other things that i didn’t have time to write. part one wasn’t very organized on my part so i decided to write a little more backstory here. sorry if there is any confusion! PLEASE tell me what you think of this one, i’d appreciate it <3

two months ago.

you stepped into the building, shaking the droplets of rain off your umbrella. rain in the morning was always a downgrade for you. you always hated the grey, murky skies, and the hassle of keeping your umbrella up. you sighed thankfully at the sight of the nearly empty cafe.

changsha brew was an all-time favourite for you. the owner, zhang yixing, had told you it was where he was born in china. you often spent your time reading and doing homework in the booths. the warm colours of the walls left a fuzzy, peaceful feeling inside of you as you walked to the counter.

yixing was in the middle of making latte art on a cup when he saw you. he smiled, showing off his dimple. he set the pitcher down and beckoned you over. fortunately, there was no line, letting you just walk to him.

“hi, y/n,” he said with a smile. “long time no see.”

you frowned at the realization that you haven’t visited him in a while. all the problems that you had faced made you forget about your secret haven. you smiled apologetically. “i’m sorry.” you bit your lip before continuing. “i was going through a rough time.”

he smiled and nodded. “i understand. would you like the usual?” you nodded at the question and left to go to a booth.

when you sat down, you took out your phone, checking the time. you sighed, realizing how lonely you were at the moment. who gets coffee at 10 at night by themselves? you thought. after a few minutes, yixing came over to hand you your cup. it was a latte with a foam heart. simple, yet cute. 

yixing laughed as he watch you take a sip. “won’t you ever get anything different?”

“nope,” you said, popping the ‘p’. you smiled softly at him before you realized something. “where’s minseok?”

minseok was the co-owner of the cafe. he was an old friend, and the reason why you started coming here. he was usually seen manning the register. yixing frowned. “he’s sick. his girlfriend tells me he’s doing fine, though.” you nodded, feeling relieved. yixing continued. “thankfully, someone stepped in for him.” he motioned to the female barista at the counter.

you smiled softly as he retreated back to her. you noticed the female employee working on a cup. she seemed like she was struggling, which caused yixing to notice. he quickly walked over and set his hands on her forearms, guiding her in lifting the pitcher up and down to create the art. they smiled bashfully at each other, making you smile in turn.

you felt a giddiness rise in you. as the female employee wandered back into the kitchen, you caught yixing’s love-struck gaze at her. you smiled, excited at the thought of your friend finding love. suddenly, the bells near the entrance chimed softly, signalling someone’s arrival.

you looked over on instinct, but who it was made your mouth dry.

it was byun baekhyun.

your heart raced at the thought of him. it was only last week, did the incident happen, and you didn’t think you were ready to face him. you looked away, attempting to hide, but failing miserably. the sudden movement only attracted more attention.

fuck, fuck, fuck, please don’t notice me, you thought. you heard footsteps coming near you, stopping after a few seconds. an airy laugh filled your ears, making your heart stop.

“look what we have here,” you heard a voice say teasingly. you cautiously looked at him, cringing at the sight. baekhyun stood there with a shit-eating grin. his brown hair was now dyed black, and it was ruffled. he had a white tee and jeans on. “hello, y/n,” he said as he slid into the booth. you kept the smile on your face to try to hide your awkwardness, but you were sure you failed.

“hi,” you answered back gingerly. he didn’t seem weird at all. it was almost like nothing had happened between the two of you at all. you were suddenly bombarded with the thoughts of his lips on yours, the way he held you at your waist, all the events at his place that night.

you shook your head, too embarrassed to think about it. baekhyun raised a brow at you. “what? no liquid luck to help you?”

you glared at him, causing him to give a lazy grin. “i’m kidding,” he said, letting you relax a bit more.

soon, the two of were talking animatedly. it didn’t take long for him to get you out of your shell. you laughed at the story he was telling when the time suddenly dawned on you. you looked at your phone and realized it was half an hour over the time you were supposed to leave at. the original plan was to come in to get a drink and catch up with yixing, but that plan was quickly thrown out the window as soon as baekhyun walked in. 

you suddenly remembered that you took the bus here. your only way of getting home must have been far away from here already. “shit,” you muttered under your breath. you would have hailed a cab, but this cafe was in one of the empty parts of the city, which meant it was unlikely that the latter would pass by. you took out your phone to check what time the next bus would get to you. 

baekhyun noticed your tense state, his grin immediately falling. “what’s wrong?” he asked. he seemed genuinely worried for you. you chuckled nervously.

“i missed my bus,” you replied with a sheepish grin. a quiet ‘oh’ fell from baekhyun’s lips.

“was it because of me?” he said is a nervous tone. “if it was, then i’m sorry.”

you shook your head. “it’s fine,” you said, already getting ready to dial chanyeol’s number. “let me just call my friend to see if he can pick me up.”

he scoffed before smiling widely. “let me make it up to you. i’ll drive you.” you looked at him, bewildered. you were about to speak before he cut you off. “it’s totally okay! plus, i feel really bad for distracting you.”

“baek--”

“please?” he pleaded with a slight pout. you felt heat rise in your cheeks. you couldn’t possibly let him drive you home. it’d be so awkward, riding in the car with him. what if he brings up what happened, now that you two were alone? you closed your eyes, trying to calm yourself. it wouldn’t hurt, right? anyways, you wouldn’t want to wait for a bus by yourself, now that it was dark out.

you finally nodded, muttering a small ‘okay’ to him. baekhyun chuckled and clapped his hands together.

“great! let’s go.”

the car ride wasn’t as bad as you thought.

he let you manage the radio, you choosing to put on your favourite playlist. you tapped your fingers along to the beat of haunted by nekokat. while baekhyun stopped the car at a red light, you couldn’t help but hum quietly to the tune. you even murmured some of the lyrics, unbeknownst to baekhyun’s lingering eyes on you.

when you arrived at your apartment, he insisted on walking you up. the whole routine reminded you of your first night with him. you chose to push away those memories, choosing to focus instead on getting to your apartment.

the both of you stopped outside your door. you looked at him with your eyebrows raised, confused as to why he was just standing there. “baek?” you trailed off. you felt hot under his stare. it suddenly got all too quiet. you realized baekhyun was staring at you intently with a thoughtful gaze. your stomach churned with the uncomfortable feeling again. you willed yourself to look away, but you just couldn’t. it was as if he was looking directly into your soul, reaching for the deepest parts in you that no one could get to. the hallway felt like it was on fire, leaving you trapped in the heat. baekhyun was the flame, the source of it all.

he seemed to inch closer to your figure, making you back up against the wall.

then he smiled.

only it wasn’t like the usual. lust was hidden in his eyes. it would have been difficult to spot if it weren’t for all the time you spent studying them while he talked and laughed with you. “y/n,” he started, seeming to lean in closer towards you.

you furrowed your eyebrows. “what?” you asked in a trembling tone. he smirked at your action.

“i know there’s something more here,” he said, making you confused. “i know you feel more than what you call friendship. yet,” he stopped to softly tilt up your chin. “you don’t act on it.”

you so badly wanted to deny it, but you couldn’t. you knew it was true. those fleeting looks at him during the stories he would tell, and the sudden change in you when you talk to him. byun baekhyun did things to you, but you would never admit that.

“and what about it?” you asked him, shaking his grip off you defiantly. even if he could see right through, you would never give him the satisfaction of actually telling him.

he ignored your question and planted his hands against the door, on either side of your head. baekhyun tilted his head with a smirk. “i’m not one to beat around the bush, so i’ll just say it.”

he inched closer to your ear. you could feel his hot breath against the shell of it, slightly tingling your ear. “i want you, y/n. and i know you want me too.”

he pushed back, leaving just a small gap between your faces. you wanted to hold on, to fight his influence on you. baekhyun was a drug, something you indulged in once, leaving you to crave for it again. you just couldn’t get enough of him, but what was so wrong with that?

so you kissed him.

only it wasn’t soft with unknown boundaries like last time. this kiss was fast and hard, leaving the two of you feel breathless. it was exhilarating, the both of you working against each other, wanting to feel more. 

baekhyun groaned into you, before pulling away slightly. “we probably shouldn’t do this here,” he muttered. you hummed in agreement before fishing your keys out of your pocket, quickly unlocking the door and letting him inside. immediately after, he backed you up against the door, his hot mouth searching for yours again.

one of your arms found his neck, your fingers tugging slightly at the hair on the nape of it, as the other hand dragged slowly down his chest. baekhyun groaned at the action, tilting his head to deepen the kiss. “just one night.” he whispered as he pulled away, panting. “one night, and we can forget about all of this.”

so you gave in. byun baekhyun won over you, forever keeping you under his spell. one night turned into two, then three, until it was almost a weekly routine. he would call you up on random days to be with him, only for it to end at someone’s apartment, or rather, in bed.

along the way, you learned things about each other. you found out he was twenty-six years old, and was extremely talented in singing and playing the piano. when you asked him to sing for you, he was embarrassed, but reluctantly agreed.

you couldn’t help but love to be around him. you stopped being awkward around each other, and started to relax more. even jongdae started to warm up to you! however, you were careful around feelings. you allowed yourself to enjoy the sex, but you never fully allowed yourself to fall in completely. it was obvious that the relationship was just purely physical. the way he acted about it only proved how it was. you didn’t want yourself to fall for him, not wanting for it to end in heartbreak.

if only you knew how it would end in the future.

present day.

“you may call me mr. byun.”

you froze in your seat, forgetting how to breathe. this can’t be happening. byun baekhyun—your baekhyun—was your substitute teacher? you did not see that one coming. he never mentioned anything about teaching, or being a fill-in teacher. then again, why would he tell you? there was no need for you to know.

chanyeol noticed your shaken state and nudged your shoulder. “hey, are you okay?” he whispered. you swallowed, nodding absentmindedly. chanyeol gave you one last look before facing the front again. you realized that you never told him about baekhyun. you felt yourself relax a little at that thought.

“he’s so hot!”

the excited whispers of the girls behind your row suddenly got a little too loud. they giggled, making you roll your eyes. you were a bit jealous, considering that he was your fuck buddy and all. the whispers ceased after baekhyun continued to speak.

“professor jung informed me about a music sheet that you and a partner had to complete. please hand that in by the end of class.”

you suddenly remembered the paper that you were clutching in your hand. you had to face baekhyun—er, mr. byun, to hand that in, right? you were about to face chanyeol before you were interrupted.

“so,” mr. byun said as he clapped his hands together. “let’s get this started.”

“what?” you snapped at chanyeol as you tapped your fingers against your thigh. he was giving you weird looks again. he furrowed his eyebrows at your action.

“what’s wrong with you?” he whispered, trying not to be too loud. you opened your mouth to speak before he cut you off. “ever since the lesson started, you’ve been acting weird.”

you scoffed, rolling your eyes. “what are you talking about? you’re the one that’s acting weird.” chanyeol gave you a confused look before you continued. “you haven’t even mentioned that girl you always talk about. isn’t her name—”

chanyeol clamped a hand over your mouth. “you promised you wouldn’t talk about her!” he whined before you shoved his hand off your mouth.

“just shut—”

“is there something going on there?” mr. byun asked in a steely tone.

you immediately ducked your head, facing your paper, as you nudged chanyeol. chanyeol cleared his throat before answering sheepishly, “no, sir. sorry.”

you screwed your eyes shut. your heart thudded at the thought of baekhyun recognizing you. you let out a breath as he started teaching again. you turned your head to chanyeol who was glaring daggers at you. “see?” he quietly hissed at you. you stuck your tongue out at him, then faced the front to see what was actually happening in the lesson.

your mind couldn’t grasp the fact that he was actually going to be your teacher for the time being. you almost laughed out loud at the differences between casual baekhyun and professor baekhyun. he was usually laid-back and relaxed when you were with him. seeing him in this position, all uptight and stern, was such a stark difference.

it was also your first time seeing him in such clothing. the fitted dark blue sweater over top a white collared shirt and jeans definitely looked good at him. you were used to him in baggy hoodies and sweatpants but change isn’t always bad.

baekhyun cleared his throat. “before this period ends, i’d like to announce the new project that you will be working on. you are expected to compose a song with a partner. vocals and lyrics are needed. this will be due by the end of the month. therefore, you have three weeks to work on this.”

whispers erupted among the students like a wave. meanwhile, you had already started to think of lyrics to sing about. baekhyun shushed the class and continued.

“your partners were already listed by professor jung. after i call out you and your partner’s name, you’re free to leave, after you leave your music sheets on the desk.”

your eyes widened. he would have to read your name. you instantly felt your heart race. you swallowed, just wanting to disappear.

as he called out each person’s name, you felt yourself sink lower in your seat. you felt chanyeol poke your shoulder. “can you hand it in? i need to get to my next class.” he asked quietly. you nodded and that’s when it happened.

“park chanyeol and y/l/n y/n.”

you heard baekhyun choke off at the end of your name. you felt heat rise up in your cheeks. chanyeol stood up immediately and looked at you in confusion, as you just sat there frozen. you looked up to see baekhyun looking straight at you, making your insides churn. his eyes were slightly wider, his mouth making a small ‘o’ in surprise. you swallowed and quickly gathered your things, only keeping the paper in your hand.

it was as if time had completely stopped. you could feel his gaze burning holes into the side of your head, making you cringe. as you walked down the steps, baekhyun cleared his throat and looked away, mumbling an apology to the rest of the students for dozing off. when you reached his desk, you placed the music sheet on the neat pile in the corner.

chanyeol was waiting for you at the entrance, his foot tapping impatiently. “you’re really out of it today.” he murmured as you walked out together.

even if baekhyun was out of sight, you still couldn’t shake off the feeling of him watching you. you sighed after you said goodbye to chanyeol, who was already walking to his next class.

the last of the students walked out of the class room, with baekhyun trailing right behind them. he caught sight of your figure standing there, yet this time, his face was emotionless. he looked as if he was debating something. after a few seconds, he walked the other direction, to who knows where.

you didn’t expect to find a slight pang in your chest at his actions. you shook your head, mentally slapping yourself for feeling this way. it was normal for him to act like that, considering that you were nothing more than entertainment for him.

you walked to your next class, your mind being too overwhelmed with things. there was one thing for sure though:

you were in so much trouble.