#but it’s tricky when you have a clever and fast puppy who takes advantage of every opportunity

[horse-heaven]

Roland deserves all the praise and treats for not absolutely destroying his tracking classmate for repeatedly trying to pounce on him lol

[an-annyeoing-writer]

Baekhyun x Reader: complications. [secret agent!AU]

Tagged: @baekonsforbreakfast thx for the inspiration bby LOL, @marimsun, @lisilki, @anolovo

Something weird happened in this fic. No idea what.

Never in your three years old experience of an agent, had you been put under as much stress as Byun Baekhyun was giving you. 

Not because he was trying to break free, because he clearly wasn’t. Not because he knew too much, nor because the situation was tense overall, because honestly, this mission was just too easy, all you had to do was to make sure he doesn’t get involved in the battle that was going on somewhere nearby, as he’d been considered too much of an advantage for the enemy, although still - for unknown reason - too worthy to just shoot down.

So you’ve been stuck with him for two hours now and for the love of God, the man just wouldn’t shut up.

He talked about literally everything. Starting from complaining that he was supposed to be somewhere and you were intruding in his business - completely disregarding the gun in your hand - and then talking about how stupid the whole war between your agencies was, and he’d feel personally better if there was a world peace, then whining about low salaries in this shitty job, and ending on how your hair looked really, really soft and if he wasn’t tied to this stupid chair he’d gladly take you out on a date so that he could touch it without shame.

At this point you were amazingly proud of yourself that you haven’t shot him down just yet, but it was - seriously - getting worse with every passing minute, and you cursed yourself for not preparing anything to successfully gag your hostage with. The room was fairly empty though, with nothing but his chair and your sofa to sit on, and you’ve been clearly instructed not to leave him out of your sight, to which you were ready to comply, knowing how tricky some personalities could be. You were ready to believe that the very moment you turned your back to him, he’d sneak up behind you and slice your throat with his own fingernails.

Speaking of which.

“I’ll snap your fingers if you don’t shut up” you suddenly announced, the first thing you spoke in the past hour (until now you really believed he’d go silent if you ignored him for long enough. You were wrong).

“Ah! She spoke! Such a beautiful voice!” he rambled, and you whimpered, burying face in your hands. “Shame she’s not as clever as pretty she is.”

You felt your heart thump in your chest, suddenly fully aware of the danger you’d been dismissing for such a long time. Your instincts screamed, albeit a tad too late for you to be able to stop the unstoppable.

You raised your gun at the same moment as the man stood up from his chair, but, without missing the beat, he grasped the chair, swinging it and knocking the gun out of your hand, hitting your fingers on its way, at which you whimpered in pain.

He was fast. Damn, way faster than what you remembered from when you caught him. Why did he let you catch him in the first place if he was better than you? And how the heck did he break free?

So many questions suddenly appeared in your head, but you knew better than to ask them now. Especially when the man pushed the chair forward, pinning your chest underneath it before you could actually defend yourself. 

With your chest immobile, you still had your legs to use, and you reached with them, trying to kick his crotch. He was too fast for you to manage, but he still had to move away to avoid the contact, which gave you the opportunity to push the chair off and throw yourself in the gun’s direction.

But yet again, he was too fast, and he had you fall face-first into the floor, straddling you and with a hand on the nape of your neck, pushing you downwards in case you tried to raise yourself. You had literally no leverage to use, his strength and weight were enough to trap you down there.

“...Fuck” you huffed.

“Watch your tongue, beautiful” Baekhyun spoke, his voice just as careless as before, except for now he didn’t sound like an overexcited puppy anymore, he was pretty calm and sly, so sly you wanted to punch the smirk off his own pretty face.

“Watch your back” you snapped back, and he automatically glanced over his shoulder. But your attempt to use his distraction to your advantage didn’t work, his reflex was enough to deem you unsuccessful. He laughed at your attempt, genuinely amused, as if you were a delightful source of entertainment.

“Okay then, I really mean you no harm, but I can’t let you go like this, either. Where are you keeping your walkie-talkie, hm?” His hands traveled down your back, ghosting over your sides in an unpleasantly intrusive way, only to take a small communicator out of your pocket and take a good look at it. You had no idea what he’s doing with it until the moment you heard familiar voice coming from the speakers, and you opened your mouth to speak, which earned you a warning blow in the back of your head, one that pushed your nose into the floor and made you groan lowly.

“Agent Sixteen?”

“Bernie! Long time no hear” your former hostage spoke casually, and from the speakers, you heard a long, annoyed groan, clearly a reaction to the man’s voice.

Oh, what a mood.

“What y’all up to lately? It’s the fourth time they send someone to keep me away. Are there some troubles in the HQ?”

You blinked, clearly taken aback by the words. What HQ? Wasn’t he an enemy?

“We’re doing you a favor. It’s a freaking mess there, we’re giving you an excuse not to engage.”

“It’s a very shitty favor. How will I explain that no one died in this little hostage scheme? And besides, how will I explain I’ve been taken hostage by some kid who’s like thrice weaker than me?”

You squinted your eyes, swinging your arm to hit him with your elbow, more annoyed than actually trying to break free at this point, but undoubtedly knowing that he just offended you.

“Jesus, we just didn’t have anyone else, don’t be so harsh on her” the man in the speaker requested in a dull voice. “Just knock her out or something.”

“On which side you are?!” you growled at the communicator, starting to thrash underneath the agent’s body. The movements weren’t enough to let you break free, but the sudden shaking “successfully” knocked the communicator out of his hands, and the device fell onto the floor, falling apart and losing the connection.

A short silence fell upon the two of you.

“...Congrats” he deadpanned. 

You let out a defeated sigh.

“What now?” you asked, already done with the whole situation.

“Now?” The man smiled widely at you. “Now you’re my hostage. And I’ll snap your fingers if you don’t finally let me take you out.”