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baekhyuq · 6 years

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“I cant remember.” | (M) Baekhyun (Paranormal AU)

Baekhyun x Reader

Genre: Horror, Smut, Gore, Paranormal

Inspired by: Science fiction - Arctic Monkeys

“But the hands of harsh reality’s ungloved, and its on its way back here to swoop you up. Not on my watch I want to stay with you my love, the way some science fiction does.”

Baekhyuns light snores filled the room as you stirred next to him, fidgeting in your sleep. Your eyes fluttered open abruptly. You turned to face Baekhyun who was sound asleep. The thunder of the storm happening outside woke you and you groaned lightly. The vibrations against Baekhyun’s chest woke him, his eyes peering down at you immediately. He stretched, his tattooed chest peaking from out the sheets. “It’s raining.” You said quietly rolling off his chest and into a standing position. “My garden is probably going to be ruined if it lasts all day-“ Baekhyun interrupted me, “That’s the first thing you say to me in the morning?” Baekhyun’s sleepy eyes drift to yours. “But the dirt is going to get washed away by all the water then i’ll have to wait till it dries and replant the-“ Baekhyun grabbed your arms pinning you beneath him. “Will you tell me Goodmorning and stop talking about your garden.” He barked, you pouted “Good morning Byun.” He smiled sweetly before planting a kiss on your cheek. “Hm...What do you have planned for today?” You thought about the question, you didn’t have anything on your planner other than tending to the garden.

“If the rain lets up i’ll work on my garden.” You half grinned, Baekhyun let out a snort. “Your precious flowers. Well darling, cancel your oh so important plans and go to an abandoned building with me?” The look in Baekhyun’s eyes said it all, you had no choice but to give in an hear his victory cheer. You punched his shoulder and sat up, Baekhyun let a goofy grin stretch across his face, “Pack a bag and lets go.”

Baekhyun loaded his bag with things he thinks he would need as in: snacks, a camera, and a flashlight along with a gun for protection, you never know what you can run into. You laughed at his bag that was packed so tightly it barely closed. You packed lightly, opting to pack necessary items such as: water, first aid kit, flashlight, umbrella, batteries, and a charger for your phone. Your bag obviously won in the “necessities category.” Baekhyun whistled as you hopped into his sleek black car. “On the road we go, this will be a long ride do you want to stop anywhere for food?” You responded with a growl of your stomach and Baekhyun snorted at the answer.

Baekhyun stopped at a fast food place after an hour of driving and you both ordered a burger with fries and a drink. He parked in their parking lot, stopping to munch down on his greasy looking food.

You couldn’t help but smile, his hair was off his forehead today, pinned back with one of your cute clips you’d use when you did your makeup. His freckles on his lip stood out when he chewed on his burger, letting out a moan of satisfaction. “Good?” You teased, he turned his attention toward you winking, “Best in town.”

You giggled then took a fry into your mouth, which had been watering at the sight of Baekhyun eating. It felt like you finished your fries in seconds as you soon reached the bottom of them, completing your meal. Baekhyun stretched his foot accidentally hitting the gas and his arms grabbing the back of your head rest. “Do you want me to drive the rest of the way? It’s only a 45 minute drive.” You offered, he seemed a bit sleepy despite it being noon now. Baekhyun smirked, “Your reckless driving will probably get us there in 5 minutes tops.” You scoffed offended by his statement, your driving wasn’t the best but it definitely wasn’t reckless.

“Byun, you know i literally can’t even speed, what makes you think i could be reckless on the road?” Your frown showed on your pretty lips and Baekhyun faked a pout, “It’s fine Y/n, I’ll drive us the rest of the way. Plus I want to show you something.

Your eyes went to his and you gave him that look. That look that said “fine but don’t say I told you so.” The look you’ve given him oh so many times before. His tattoo covered hand gripped the wheel and reversed out the parking space and drove back onto the road.

You couldn’t deny how sexy Baekhyun looked driving with one hand, his left hand resting on the wheel with his other on the gear.

Without knowing, you nodded off to sleep. Your head resting on the cold window of the car, your cheek causing condensation. A jerk of the wheel caused you to jump awake. “Sorry, some dick jumped in front of me.” Baekhyun apologized realizing he woke you.

You were at a red light now, it started to get dark, “The building is up ahead actually, you can see it from here. It’s an airport.” Your eyes widened. An abandoned airport? You and Baekhyun discovered many abandoned places together but they were usually small places in town, but a giant airport is a different story. He parked the car in the parking lot of the airport.

Baekhyun’s hand squeezed your thigh, comforting you. “Hey, it’ll be alright, yeah? You’ve got me to protect you if anybody tries to snatch you up, right?” He smiled, you punched his shoulder letting out a snort, “Right, your wimpy arms are going to protect me.”

“Hey! Don’t underestimate me, I’ve been working out more now ever since Chanyeol has been showing off his arms.” Baekhyun defended himself, showing off his impressively toned arms, you didn’t even realize how built he was till now. “Well I guess you can protect me then. I have no other choice.” You fake sighed. Baekhyun leaned over and pulled you into a kiss, one that involved tongue and a hand on the back of your neck. “You have no other choice than me.” He smirked into the kiss, ending it with a tug of your lip. He left you breathless but even in your state of breathlessness you rolled your eyes kissing his cheek, “In your dreams.”

You and Baekhyun began to explore the airport which-surprisingly-electricity. There were many torn down posters and broken windows, along with a shit ton of graffiti. “Maybe we should’ve brought spray paint.” Baekhyun frowned, coincidentally kicking a can of spray paint.

“Ah!” He picked up the can giving it a shake, “Ya think it’s got any juice?” You joked as he began to write a letter on the wall. You pulled his camera from his bag and took a photo of him tagging the wall. Baekhyun’s fluid movements of his wrist and arm prove he did a lot of graffiti himself, being a tattoo artist he had to of course leave a trademark behind. “Byun body art.” You read from the wall, Baekhyun grinned goofily. “You write something.”

You shook your head, you couldn’t draw or write for shit, your writing was messy and quick proving your skills. “Wow, you fucking suck at this,” Baekhyun laughed at what you wrote, “Baekhyun sucks.” You were in a laughing fit until a sound could be heard from down the hall opposite of both of you.

You froze as did Baekhyun, who looked curiously down the hall, which seemed to be the only fin hallway in the whole airport. You gravitated toward Baekhyun naturally, being scared by the sudden noise. It was continuous, as if it was music, some quiet ominous low pitched hum. It gave you goosebumps but by the looks of Baekhyun he wasn’t phased. “What the hell is that?” You whisper yelled, being too scared to look away from the hall. Baekhyun shushed you quickly, he started to inch toward the hall and you had no choice but to follow.

The light flickered and you swore it got colder, you clung to Baekhyun’s arm, restricting his movements and he cursed for a split second when the lights flickered off, taking out his flashlight from his back pocket. He pointed it down the hall and something flashed from in front of you both, sending you flenching back. Baekhyun held his breath for a second before holding you by his side, in an attempt to comfort you. He didn’t want to take a chance to shout if anybody was here and alert anyone dangerous that we were indeed in the building. You both continued down the hall, Baekhyun’s grip on you strong. A sudden appearance of a very tall figure makes you both stop in your tracks. The figure seems to be a man as it seems to have a tall slender figure and groans deeply as if it’s in agony all of a sudden. The groans get louder and louder and you and Baekhyun seem to get more scared as the second go on.

The figure jerks toward you and you immediately pull Baekhyun’s arm to notify him your bolting out of the hallway. As you reach the end Baekhyun runs into you slightly, and you both trip over one another falling to the ground shouting, Baekhyun picks you up and runs carrying you into a room and shutting the door closing it as fast as his human body could possibly. There are many pounds at the door that’s been locked and you feel like the doors hinges with just fly off. You look around before spotting a closet and pulling Baekhyun into the door and sliding the door closed behind him.

You signal to hold your breath and he does just that. You can hear the door being broken down and the groan of the disfigured man in the room now. The groans silence as he seems to be confused and looks around the room, you can see him through the skits of the sliding door. You cant remember if Baekhyun locked that door or not. You shut your eyes as you make eye contact with the mans. You pull Baekhyun into you and you hope and pray to not make a sound.

You and hear the floor board creek beneath the monster as it trudges toward the closets door. You couldn’t hold your breath anymore so you exhale into Baekhyun’s chest, hoping the monster just gives up its search. And that’s exactly the opposite of what it does. The man rips off the door to the closet and suddenly everything moves in slow motion.

Baekhyun is pulling out his gun and the man is reaching toward your shoulder before he can make contact Baekhyun’s gun fires a shot and it sends the monster flying, buying us enough time to flee out of the room and make a run for the exit of the airport. Coming to a complete stop you realize you’re lost.

“Baekhyun? Where’s the exit?” You frantically look around down different halls and around corners. “I-I don’t know, I can’t remember where we came in.” He racks his brain for his memory but he’s too shook up to think. Baekhyun sees a light down one hall way and he grabs your hand to run toward the light, his legs are a lot longer than yours so naturally your a little slower than him but that doesn’t mean he lets go of your hand for a second. Once you’re both down the hall you realize the monster hadn’t followed you, as if he’d disappeared entirely. “Baekhyun,”

You whispered, he was walking around frantically looking for clues as to where the edit may be, he wasn’t paying attention, “Baekhyun-“

“There has to be an exit.”

“Baekhyun!” You whisper yelled, getting his attention.

“What?” His eyes were wide, his hair messy from running his hand through it many times. “Listen to me, we’re getting out of here no matter what. We just need to be calm and think of a strategy. Okay?” Baekhyun nodded at your speech, he took off his backpack taking out a water bottle and offered you a sip before he took a few gulps himself. After you both figured that running would only drain you, you resorted to speed walking everywhere.

“You know, that thing back there-whatever it was-I feel like I’ve seen it before.” Baekhyun admitted, his hand in yours. Your memory was jogged and you suddenly remember where you’d seen the monster before, you and Baekhyun watched a documentary about a urban legend that would hunt humans and erase their memory, even their most basic needs to make them eventually forget how to breathe and they end up suffocating to their death and the monster will eat the human. But if the human is lucky, and they end up looking into the beasts eyes they will turn into the monster becoming one of them and this is how they breed.

You looked up at him, his eyes were down at the ground, “I’m sorry I got us into this, if I hadn’t have suggested we come here we wouldn’t have been in this situation.”

“Hey don’t apologize, we are in this together we will get out and when we do, you’re getting the best blow job of your life, seeing you be so manly makes me wet.” You whispered into his ear, you felt his arms cover in goosebumps. “Oh?” He responded, you could hear the lump in his throat. “I promise.”

Once you felt like you had finally reached the end of your road you found the exit and excitedly ran to it, but your excitement was cut short by a hand grabbing your shoulder. You yelled for Baekhyun who screamed at whatever got ahold of you to let you go, hearing the low groan proved it was the monster from the main hall.

You were lifted into the air and dragged across the floor, you scraped your knee in the process and tried to pry yourself from the grasp of the very strong monster. Baekhyun pulled out his gun aiming at the man and shot his leg running toward him and kicking his other leg from under him. “Baekhyun! Your bag! Get the rope!” You pried yourself from the loosening grip, you couldn’t let this monster escape again. Baekhyun threw you the rope, you tied the rope to a steady looking pole and grabbed the leg of the beast tying it securely. The monster whaled and got back up on its feet charging at you before being yanked back by the rope. You had your knife clenched in your hand, you brought it just Incase.

“There’s only one way to kill this motherfucker.” You looked the monster straight in its eyes, “You take its fucking eyes.” You yelled lunging at the creature before stabbing its eye prying it from its socket. You got one eye out but the problem was there were 4 eyes. Two in the front two on the side.

You gouged out the front two and tried to manage to get the sides before you were scratched at your side, you held on to its horns and hacked away at the sides you managed to get them free, the eyes dropping to the floor, a bloody mess. The beast let out a final groan before falling to the ground lifeless.

You breathed heavily before standing from the monster, turning toward Baekhyun, who had been standing with his jaw to the ground. “You’re fucking kick ass how did you know to go for the eyes??” He ran to scoop you up in his arms swinging you around. The joy in his eyes made your heart swell with love for him. “Let’s just say, see no evil.” You picked up your bag from the ground and you and baekhyun left the airport, it was now morning. You couldn’t remember being in the place for that long, you couldn’t even remember the reason you were in the airport for that long.

“Hey, Baekhyun. What did we go in there for, and why the hell are we covered in blood?” Your question reached Baekhyun’s ears and his eyes widened. “You don’t remember? You just killed that fucking monster in there, we almost died, remember?” He practically looked at you as if you had two heads. “What are you even talking about? Lets just go home. I need to tend to my garden and take a shower.” You said walking ahead of him toward the car. Baekhyun stood in his tracks, “You don’t remember anything?” He questioned.

You turned your head in a jerking way, a sinister smile playing on your lips, “I cant remember.”

Baekhyun shrugs of your behavior as a joke and you both arrive at the driveway of your house hours later. Your in the passenger seat, hand rubbing Baekhyun’s thigh. “So what about that blow job you promised?” Baekhyun looked over toward your figure. You looked back at him with a sly smile, “That I promised? Hm, let’s see. I think I can grant that wish for you.” You climbed over the console and onto the floor of Baekhyun’s seat. “Shouldn’t we go wash up first, you know we have all this blood and shit on us.” Baekhyun scrunched his eyebrows together.

“Oh no, no, no.” You put your hand in his pants and pulled out his member, “let’s do it right here right now.” Baekhyun shivered at your touch, his eyes lidded. You gave him a few pumps before taking him into your mouth. Baekhyun felt blissful, your warm mouth around his member. You bobbed your hand rhythmically.

Baekhyun’s hand found your hair and he brushed over something hard, he opened his eyes and he looked to see horns sprouting from your head. You let his member out of your mouth with a pop and you looked up. And to Baekhyun’s discovery, you had another pair of eyes. You looked up at Baekhyun, his eyes filled with genuine horror, he let out a blood curdling scream and reached for his gun, aiming it at your head. Your facial expression shifted to worried instantly.

“Baekhyun, what are you doing? I’m your girlfriend, remember?” You begged robotically. Baekhyun clicked the gun his eyes welled with tears, his eyes swollen, before he pulled the trigger delivered his final words

“No, Y/n I cant remember.”

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perfectbluez · 2 years

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You Ghost

Genre: romance / horror / smut / short story

Main characters: baekhyun x you / female reader

Warnings: mentions of mental illness / schizophrenia / depression / anxiety / suicide / alcoholism / violence / major character death

Description: Starting a new life at a new town, you quickly find the perfect house to live in and start your psychiatric practice. Days go by smoothly, until the patient with the styled undercut hair comes by and wrecks havoc in your peaceful life.

Author’s Note: This story is inspired by Baekhyun’s song Ghost and American horror story-Murder House.

"Unnie! I really miss you so much. Why did you have to pack up and leave me like this?" Sana, your little sister who had just turned seventeen the previous month, whines in her baby voice.

You smile, vividly imagining her face as if she is standing right in front of you, her lips turned down into the pout she tries so hard to pull off as angry, but turns out anything but adorable.

"You know why my sweet baby. It's for me to earn more money so I can send you to a nice, big university. You're all I have left, right?" You imagine Sana's cute face fall a little through the phone, "I miss mom and dad so much," she whispers, in the littlest of voices. The pain you felt at the loss of your parents sometimes seemed nothing when compared to Sana’s young soul. "I know. Me too, sweetie, me too," you whisper, your eyes watering up instantly, thinking of the cruel way a simple car accident took the lives of the people you had loved the most in your entire life. But you had promised them that you would take the best care of Sana as they had cared for you. So you quickly wipe your eyes and adjust your spectacles as you say, "Listen, you must quickly finish your high school at Aunt Yuri's place, and by the end of this year, you can come by and stay with me, permanently!" Sana already knew this, but reminding each other every time how it’ll be only one year until you two would be united didn't get any less exciting. Besides, talking about staying with her sister made Sana the happiest. "Really? Do you really promise?" Sana's little voice chirps, and you can already tell the creeping smile that was about to break through with just one word. "Promise!" you squeal, and another squeal adds to your one as you visibly hear your 17-year-old sister jump up from where ever she was sitting. "Oh Unnie! I promise too that I will be the best student and graduate faster than anyone else so I can come live with you sooner. I love you so, so much! Oh btw, Aunt Yuri showed me the photos of the house, it is so big and pretty. How did you find such a beautiful house so fast out there?" That, was a mystery to you, too.

It wasn't only the most beautiful house you came across while searching for one, but it had also come at a really low price.

You had needed to start your psychiatric practice as soon as possible, so you didn't get the time to mull over any suspicious reasons behind getting a house like this at such a low price. You had to think about Sana and her future. So you had taken it. It still needed a lot of time to become your own, most of your boxes left unopen upstairs. But downstairs, the living room- and the room you loved so much - had been refurnished as your office. The place where you'll see your outpatients, was pretty much settled as well. All thanks to your best friend and your part-time assistant- Jihyo. As if she knew you had thought of her, Jihyo's head pops in through the mahogany double doors to your office, smiling her pretty smile as she says, "Your first patient of the day is here, Doctor. Should I let them in?" You bid Sana a loved filled goodbye and with her sweet giggles warming your body, you nod towards Jihyo, standing up from your comfortable position in your oversized bronze accent armchair. Smiling slightly, you say,

"I'm ready."

The first patient was a 30-year-old man with mild case of schizophrenia. The condition had developed after he had completed his military enlistment, and even though his previous doctors listed it as not dangerous, to you, it seemed something more.

"I can't sleep at night anymore, Doctor. I feel like if I do, they are gonna break into my house and kidnap me." he breathes slowly as he says his worst fears, his beautiful, cat eyes restless and red at their rims. "Who will, Minseok sshi?" "The North Korean spies," he states with utter confidence, and there was no way he was a manipulative liar. His eyes were like an open book.

He actually, genuinely believed the North Korean spies were going to topple the boundaries just to take him, a mere civilian who was just finishing his mandatory army training, from the comfort of his home and kill him.

"Okay. And when did these insomniac phases start, Minseok sshi? While you were posted at the Demilitarized Zone or after?" You take off your spectacles and observe him with kind eyes. "While... I was still there. My post was transferred to the DMZ for my excellent shooting skills during the military. I was so ecstatic, so proud of myself when it had happened. It was one of the most prestigious posts at the army," he smiles, and you couldn't stop yourself from noting how handsome he was when he wasn't overcome with fear, "I bragged about it to all my friends and family. They were so proud. They were so proud until..." his smile fades, his eyes becoming wet as the painful memories came back like a flood, that awful night at the DMZ. "Until what Minseok sshi?" you probe tenderly, catching full well that this was a part of the trauma that his mind was blocking, a very crucial part of his underlying illness. "Is that important? Why don't you just prescribe me some sleeping pills, Doctor?" his voice becomes nonchalant as he fakes a smile, but you easily catch the slight frown in between his eyebrows.

You note "incident at DMZ" down on your diary, and smiled up at him.

"Well, your previous doctors have informed me that you were aware of some of your hallucinations. But it seems to me that get confused sometimes. Mr. Kim, no one is going to hurt you. And I am positively prescribing you some pills to have you enjoy a good sleep, because restless brain activity is our worst enemy. Also, we don't want those gorgeous eyes to get dark circles underneath, do we?" you smile, trying to lighten the mood and appeal to him as his friend. "Let's continue this discussion in our next meeting," Minseok smiles too, albeit half-heartedly and agrees, his eye still troubled and restless. Jihyo comes in after Minseok leaves, smiling at you as she places your coffee on your side table. "Do you need a break or should I call in the next patient? They are already here." "My kind Jihyo, you are a life-saver," you laugh. Sipping at your bitter Americano- just as you like it- you say, "Bring them in. I feel like I am finally getting started."

Jongin Kim was a 19-year-old college student. He just sat there, one leg on top of the other, his hands limp, his eyes numb and quite lifeless.

"So how are you feeling today?" you ask, smiling comfortably at the kid. He reminded you of Sana because of his age and you could tell he would grow up to be a heart breaker. If his clinically diagnosed depression didn't consume him whole. "Nothing different, Doctor. I always feel the same, what's the use of talking about it?" he mumbles, out of courtesy, you could tell if he were given a choice he'd never even speak. The fact that he was here, getting help for himself was because of his worried mom sitting outside in the waiting room. Jongin was a good kid. "Jongin? Is it okay for me to call you Jongin?" you say, removing your glasses. He shrugs, uncaring. "Jongin. You like to paint right? Let's speak in colors, then. What do you feel when you hear the word yellow?" "Uhh. I don't know. Bright? Sunny... happy." "And when you hear the word blue?" "Blue? Um. Blue has different shades, the lightest blue makes me feel light, like I'm floating, and the darkest one makes me feel like I'm drowning." "So out of the 3 colors, how are you feeling today?" He pauses, looking outside the big glass doors that leads to your little backyard. He sighs, the dullness in his eyes growing a shade duller.

"Dark blue," he whispers.

The next few hours go by in a blur of more patients. And soon Jihyo pops in to say she is going for a lunch break. "You have one more patient. But they called in to say they'll be about half an hour late. So imma go real quick to grab something to eat and come back. Would you like me to bring you something?" "No, it's okay. I'll get dinner later. You go, I'll take care." "Are you really sure you don't want anything? Cause I'm getting cream pasta," she insists, rolling her eyes in an exaggerated way to emphasize the loveliness of pasta. "No babe for real, I'll eat later," you chuckle, busily re-checking the previous patient's file. "Ughh, no wonder your aunt calls me thrice a day to check up on the three meals of your day. Okay, bye, because I'm really hungry right now. You are gonna have to answer her on my behalf,” Jihyo grimaces. “Love you~" she winks as she exits, leaving you shaking your head.

You take the last sip of your coffee, craning your tired neck as the door creeks open again just after a few minutes. Thinkinh Jihyo had come back to force feed you lunch, you turn and say,

"Jihyo, really girl go and have your foo-" but you stop mid-sentence as your eyes fall on the handsome man darkening your doorstep. A man who looked younger than you, enters swiftly. You go speechless as your eyes fall on his features, the first thing you notice is his unnaturally pink, luscious, triangular-shaped lips. He is wearing a yellow t-shirt underneath his coat, his hair styled so prettily, exposing his shiny forehead that you would've complimented him right away if he was someone you knew before. "Can I -come in?" the man says in a husky voice, his perfect eyebrows slightly raised, a slight twinkle behind his gently shaped eyes. "Yes. Of course, come in," you say as you stand up. You walk towards the front of your table and you extend your hand, "Mister?" "Ah, Baekhyun Byun. I think I am your last patient for today," he says politely, his demeanor so different from all the patients you had seen today. "Yes! My assistant told me you were going to be late. Glad you could make it," you smile, a little flustered as you were not given your last patient's record history beforehand. You always liked to be prepared with their history. "Yeah. I was. But somehow I got here just on time." He was sitting on the couch now, smiling softly, so calm and collected, unlike yourself.

How unprofessional of you.

You cleared your throat and admonished yourself mentally. Stop ogling at him, you repeat to yourself as you fix your hair into a ponytail and head for the door.

"Please. I'm so, so sorry. I don't have your file with me. I will go out and see if I can get your records from my table. If you could just excuse me for one min-" "No. No please sit. There is no need for it when I am right here. I can tell you everything." the man smiles. You wondered how the words 'a brilliant smile' would be an understatement to describe it. Why were his teeth so pretty?

"But-" you say again, feeling a little flip in your stomach but also unease for not being at your best. "Please, sit," he motions with his hand, and as if you were hypnotized, you sit down. You even forget to put on your spectacles, left on your desk when you had stood up. "Okay." you nod, and then break into your own bright, easy smile, "Okay. So let us start. Tell me about yourself, Mr. Byun." "Baekhyun, if you must," he clasps his hands in front of him, the smile fading a little but still there, "I'm Byun Baekhyun, 28," he was two years older than you, "I work at a tech company. Me and my brother both used to run it together. I was CEO a few years ago but I stepped down from the position," he looks up to see you scribbling these down, but you quickly lookup because he had paused. "Ah, I like to take notes, I hope it’s okay? If you want we can just speak-“ you start saying when he just shakes his head and lifts his eyebrows and hands in a gesture meant to mean that it was no problem. It was adorable. You smile again –huh, were you smiling too much?- and ask “If you don't mind me asking, Baekhyun," he smiles at you now, appreciating that you had listened to his preference, "why did you step down from the position?" "It was hard. It was hard after all the things that had happened, " he looks down as he speaks, his confident demeanor crumbling a bit. "After what had happened, Mr. Byun?" you ask, in your most tender voice. His head snaps up suddenly after the words 'Mr. Byun' leave your mouth. His soft feature turns into hard stone, and you bit your tongue at the silly slip of manner. He stands up suddenly, hands disappearing deep inside the pockets of his black slacks as he walks towards one of the paintings in your office. "These are some really nice paintings you have," he asks, clearly avoiding your question. You close your diary, catching ahead how today you weren't going to have any development with this patient.

But that was okay. Everyone had their own pace.

What you learned is you had to tread carefully with this one. He was sensitive in the oddest aspects. "It's not mine actually," you chuckle a little sheepishly, "The previous owners of this place insisted that I keep them. It's not been long since I moved in. I don't know if I'll keep them here, though." you stand up as you kept talking, moving towards the man who stood still in front of the painting of a beautiful lady. "Well, I think you should keep them. Especially this one." Baekhyun whispers as his fingers, so thin and pretty for a man, trails the border, his eyes unmoving from the lady's face. "She must have been gorgeous in real life, this woman in the portrait." you exhale as you stand beside him, putting on your spectacles to see better. "She was more than gorgeous. She was exquisite," Baekhyun whispers. You look at him curiously. He spoke as if he had known her personally. "Wow, you speak as if you knew this woman really well," you turn to face him, mystified. This time, Baekhyun's trance-like stature breaks, and he moves his whole body to face you. You had your share of meeting handsome men, even today you had met two who were astoundingly gorgeous. Yet there was something about this man in the black coat with styled hair, standing in front of you, staring into your eyes so deep, his mouth now looking so plump and kissable, that made your heart beat faster than usual.

Get a grip, you tell yourself as you discover a tiny mole on the right corner of his upper lip.

The way his skin shone in the soft light of your office, and how fair and clear and smooth it looked, enamored you. The grip on yourself loosened like air.

He steps a little bit closer to you, and you feel almost hypnotized. You are completely unable to move away when he says, "Doctor, I can quite easily tell when I see a woman that if they are just simply gorgeous," he says as he reaches out and grabs your spectacles gently, pulling them off, the light brush of his fingertips leaving a trail of goosebumps along your hairline, "or if they are exquisite enough to take your breath away," he continues, putting the spectacle down and leaning in close to your ear.

"Right now, after I have seen one so dazzling, I really can't breathe," he finishes, he lips slightly grazing your cheekbone, inciting rouges along your cheek and neck.

He stares into your baffled eyes as he smirks and leaves the room.

What the hell just happened?

Minutes after Mr. Byun departs, Jihyo mkes her appearance.

"I think I'm kinda done for today," you say, huffing and shuffling your notes in a neat pile, and rubbing the place where his lips had touched, still tingling. You were embarrassed to find some of other parts of you tingling too. "Oh? Okay. I'll pack everything up and see you next week? Here," she says as she puts down two bags of Chinese food. "Jihyo…" "Now shut up and eat before I go," Jihyo admonishes, laughing loudly when you attack the bags.

Days become months, and soon you are getting the hang of living in a new city and learning your way around it. You had also applied to work as a professor at one of the universities, everything was going pretty well.

Except at the end of the day, when you come back to your big, big a house- you can't shake the feeling of being watched.

It wasn't like this at the beginning. But after you had started accepting clients, you always felt this cold shiver of being watched by somebody.

When you would walk down to the kitchen after passing your office, you would get a slight cold shiver from the room. You had started to close the doors to the room before sleep after that.

When you would walk out of a hot shower, you would feel someone watching you from the small window inside your bathroom that led to the yard of the house. You would close them too after the feeling didn’t let up.

There was this one time you even felt someone standing at the end of your bed.

It was crazy, and you were convinced it was all in your head since you never lived alone ina new place before.

You had told Jihyo about it, and that was what she had said too.

“If you feel too awful I can come and stay with you,” she had offered after the incident in the bedroom, but you declined.

You had to be the big girl.

It was horrible and pretty mind-fucking. But for the past couple of weeks, this feeling had stopped.

And what was more mind-fucked up was that you missed it.

That was so messed up. And you wondered why that was happening. Maybe it was something else you had missed, some other feeling similar to missing someone that you reconnected to this, reconnected back to something as disturbing as being watched.

Maybe I have reached my peak of loneliness, you wondered wistfully.

Anyway, there were far more important things to worry about than this. Like one of your clients being absent for weeks.

Where did he go?

Why wouldn't he reply to your mails that were sent inquiring about his absence?

The days he had come, he was so punctual, though every day, it was at the end of all your day's patients, and also strangely right after when Jihyo would leave for her lunch break. He never missed one single session, before he started ghosting you. And his absence had now made you realize you had developed rather illegal feelings for him. It was quite unprofessional of you. If anyone had to catch an air of this, your hard-earned degree would surely get revoked.

But you couldn't help it. You were always so immune to growing any sort of feelings for any of your patients. But, he...he was different. During the few sessions of the therapy Byun Baekhyun had with you, he would just stare, stare at you while you asked questions about his problems, stare at you when all he was supposed to do was lie down and look at the ceiling and relax and bare his deep, dark messed up feelings. After some of his slight flirtatious remarks towards you, gentle touches over your furniture and paintings as he would move around the room, all of that would eventually lead him to talk to you about his problems (it was the only way you could make him talk. And he could never stay still, never stay lying down for few minutes, and he always moving about and touching the paintings that he liked so much). You would sometimes stand up and walk with him too, abandoning your notes because you knew your mind was somehow embedding these memories to their cells, enjoying his company and the light conversation the sessions would turn into, and that's when he’d bravely graze his hand against yours, catch a stray strand of hair which he'd tuck behind your ear when you'd put your guard down and laugh at his funny monologues.

Times like this would create dangerous flutters inside our stomach, that would spread throughout your whole body and leave you stunned. What was worse is that he knew his effect on you.

But you could never get a reaction out of him.

Did he feel something for you too? Or was he just sweet and lovely like this to everyone else?

You try to shake these unruly thoughts out of your head as you focus on finding his contact number. The bossy side of your brain reminded you again and again.

He was your patient, it said. It's illegal to have feelings for your patient, it said.

But he was also one of those who shouldn't have gone without their sessions even for a week.

They were important for his recovery.

And Baekhyun had missed three.

Baekhyun was suffering from an anxiety disorder. It was hard to believe because he was such a bright person, always smiling and throwing witty remarks. But you could sense, sense a sort of fidget, a panic in his eyes when you would venture deeper into his life each time. Being the CEO of the company left by his father, there was no way he could afford to have any weaknesses, especially something that interfered with his work and relationships. He had admitted to leaning towards heavy use of alcohol, that had cost him many things, including his position to his younger brother. That's why he had come to you. Baekhyun was trying to get back on track, and you were gladly here to help him. Only you knew there was still a lot to unfold.

As you enter your office for a new day and new patients, your mind couldn't stop going back to him.

Worrying for him.

You vividly remember your last session with Byun Baekhyun.

He was wearing that same black coat he had worn every day since he started your sessions, and that day oddly, he had taken it off.

You had tried your best to avoid looking at his arms, his exposed collarbone, and his wide hips that were on full display because he had tucked his t-shirt in.

"So things with you and your brother aren't well, still?" you ask as you slide your eyes across his rehab documents, most of his visitors being solely one person, Byun Junmyeon.

"Yeah. He sold my house without telling me about it. And when he tried to tell me he was also selling her paintings I got furious and told him to never come back," Baekhyun says hoarsely, his jaw ticking and you could clearly see the topic of his brother was something that carried bitter feelings.

"Her paintings...?"

Baekhyun looks at you with a slight surprise and quickly caught onto the fact that this was something he wasn't supposed to tell.

"Baekhyun, who was she? " you ask gently and softly because once your clients start feeling on guard and close up on you there was no way you would be able to help them.

Baekhyun chuckles and rubs his neck, which was red by now from all the rubbing he did since he came in today, he seemed a lot fidgety somehow.

"Baekhyun," you sigh, getting nowhere with his silence,"You really need to tell me what you see when you go through one of your episodes. You said the last time it was so severe you almost took a drink. I can help you if you tell me. You know you can tell me," you coax, trying to read this man's thoughts. But today it was really hard.

His angry face had morphed into a solemn one, he stands up and walks to his favorite painting, the painting of the mysterious lady, yet again, and you can feel it.

He had closed his open book.

You sigh as you take off your spectacles and walk towards him. Standing next to him always made you feel light somehow, you look at his hand hanging by his side and you want to touch it. You want to hug him and tell him he can forget about his pains when he is with you. He can stop looking at the lady in the painting so longingly and look at you like that. But you knew it would never be right. Never.

"I... had a wife," he whispers quietly, his low register tone feeling like a breeze of warmth hitting your heart, only quickly turning stone cold from his words.

A wife?

He puts his hands over the painting's sill and traces the border slowly, towards the lady's abstract face that was drawn in with vivid shades of blue and red.

"She was so beautiful. She was the most beautiful woman I had ever seen. But then she left me. A car accident took her life, a simple fucking car accident." his long thin fingers trace the lady's cheeks longingly.

"I used to be so busy working, I could never give her the time she had always wanted. So she would paint. I would come back every night and find her hands covered with bright colors of paint, and then I would wake her up and make love to her because like that, she was incredible to me. Her death broke me, completely. My position at the company became nothing to me, I lost my mind over the loss of the love of my life. Drowning myself in drinks, all the time thinking about how I should have been with her. How I should've died with her."

He faces you now, catching the redness in your eyes that were too late to blink away. He wasn't crying, but his face crumbles into a worrisome expression. But in the simple way he told his story, his real story, you could feel his loss as if you had been right there with him, suffering, and somehow the hurt of losing someone so loved felt profound to you. You understood the need to leave with the ones you had lost.

Because you too, had gone through something very similar.

"Don't cry," he coos, moving his hands away from the painting, moving his longing eyes away from her to you.

He was standing very close to you now, so close that you could count his eyelashes as his gaze roamed around your face until they fell on your quivering mouth.

"Mr. Byun," you start when he leans down towards them, his breathe covering your mouth in shallow inhales. He closes his eyes as if to control himself, and kisses your forehead instead. Like it was the most normal thing to do. The most natural thing.

Like you had been doing this for years.

"Neoreul michige wonhago wonhaedo neon...you ghost." he sighs against your ear, again, too close for comfort.

He was your patient. You did not allow any of your patients this close to you. Yet here he was. And you couldn't for the life of you, move away.

You open your eyes and look at him, the words he had spoken in his native tongue all unknown and foreign to you, yet why did it...arouse you?

"What does it mean?" you whisper, frowning a little, trying to hide how his proximity affected you more than you wished it to. But you were his doctor, his therapist. You had to focus. You needed to know everything about your patients to help them heal. And even though the intensity of feelings in his eyes made you scared to know what his words meant, you had to probe.

What did those words mean?

"Oh, doctor." he lifts his hands as he traces your cheeks with his thumb, "Do you really want to know?"

You look at him, mystified and terrified all at once.

"Even if I want you.... want you so much that it drives me crazy....

all you do is ghost" ...

"Hey, your first patient just called in to let me know they'll be here soon, okay? What are you looking for?" Jihyo pops in her head, slightly concerned at the disheveled way you were rifling through your files.

"Thank god you are here! Have you seen my patient Byun Baekhyun's file somewhere? They have been avoiding sessions for 3 weeks now and I need to contact them ASAP," you plead with big eyes.

"Byun Baekhyun? Huh. Never really heard of their name. Are you sure you have a patient...? Uhh nevermind. You are getting so many appointments nowadays that it's hard to keep up," Jihyo frowns as she puts your coffee down.

"Jihyo it's really important," you ask seriously.

"Ahhh don't worry girl, I'll contact them for you so you should just focus on today's patients. Okay?"

Most of your patients had immense development with you over the past weeks. And as relieved as you were, you were also worried about the two who were still stuck at square 1.

"Minseok sshi, how are you sleeping these days?" you ask with a genuine smile.

Minseok's cat-like eyes were red and a little bit dazed. He shakes his head, answering your question without actually answering it.

"Bad? Is it because of the nightmares?"

He nods.

"Minseok sshi. What do you see in your nightmares? What do you see that scares you so much?"

His sad eyes look up into yours, and he sniffs a little.

He takes a deep breath, "I always have the same dream. It's always me lying on my bunker at the base camp, sleeping and a gunshot rings through the air. It shocks me awake. I climb down the bed and out of the room, in search of the source of the sound. I really wish I wouldn't do it because that is exactly where everything goes wrong. There I find them, they come at me with menacing eyes, hands outstretched over their head, and before I can understand what’s happening, they stab me. They keep stabbing me doctor... in the chest, in the abdomen, in- in the legs. Stabs and stabs of endless pain until there is nothing more. And then I finally jolt awake," he barely finishes, his forehead shining with swear.

Minseok was crying now. You slowly walk towards him and hand him some tissues and sit beside him. Patting his back.

"The person who stabs you, can you remember their face?”

“It's always a different person each time, but when I wake up I can’t remember them. I can't live with my parents anymore. Because I feel they are North Korean spies who are out to kill me. But that’s not true, right doc?” he looks at me with frantic eyes, “Doc, I don't know what to do anymore. Please help me. Please."

Jongin has dark circles around his eyes now. His hair is more disheveled than ever.

"Jonginah, why aren't you attending your painting classes anymore? Your mom is worried for you."

He shrugs, nonchalant, distant.

"Jonginah, you have to tell me how you feel. If you keep it pressed inside you, it's going to become darker. Please tell me." you plead, your eyebrows pulled together in a worrisome frown.

His face softens at your tone. He looks at you with hopeless eyes.

"It's just that..." he sighs, his shoulders sagging more and more, "I don't see any point to anything anymore. I feel like my whole existence is a burden. How I'm just simply taking up space."

"Jongin. That is not true. You are not some object taking up space. You are someone’s son, someone’s student, and a wonderful human being. I can see how so many people care about you so much and admire you. I wish you could try to see yourself from other people's eyes. Because you are worth so much more than you think."

A knock sounds on the door.

"I'm so sorry, but Mr. Kim's mom left this right now and told me to give them to you to discuss in session," Jihyo says as she walks in, her hands full of portfolios of beautiful drawing. Even though you know Jihyo knows she can’t interrupt when you’re meeting up with the patients, you don’t say anything. You can't help but notice your patient sitting up, the slight brightening of his eyes as your assistant walks in, his gaze not leaving her face even once.

"Here you go. Please don't mind but I happened to take a peek and they are gorgeous. Mr. Kim, you are so talented," Jihyo gushes as she looks at your patient with earnest eyes. Jongin sits up straighter, a smile adorning his plump mouth.

"You really think so? Thank you. Thank you so much Ms. Jihyo," he says gruffly, but you can see his eyes leaving the dull vibes so fast.

"Ah, you know my name! It's no problem. I'll leave you two now," Jihyo chuckles as she moves towards the door.

"Ms. Jihyo wait!" Jongin says, standing up now. There was a nervous vibe radiating out of him.

"Doctor, if you don't mind. And Ms. Jihyo, if you don't mind as well. I would like to draw you." he said.

"Me?" Jihyo squeaks, incredulous. But your heart feels triumphant at Jongin's words.

"Yes. I really, really want to, draw you."

The day ends with Byun Baekhyun being a no show. You bid goodbye to your 21-year-old assistant, being disappointed when she says she couldn't find their contact number.

"It's not even registered. Are you sure you got the name right?"

You sigh as you take a warm shower and sit on your bed, rubbing your hair dry, your head full of nobody else but Baekhyun.

That weird feeling was back again. The feeling of being watched. You slowly turn your head towards your open window and breathe a sigh of relief when you find no one there. You dress up in your white silk nightdress and head downstairs to heat some of the food Jihyo had left over.

Before you move towards the kitchen, a loud knock on the door halts you in your steps.

It was nearly 10 pm. Frowning slightly and tightening your robe, you peak through the looking glass only to gasp in surprise.

It was him.

In haste of wanting to know where he was all these days, you yank the door open recklessly.

Immaculately styled yet again, Byun Baekhyun always looked handsome, but today he looked hot beyond words. The stylish one button black shirt, and the love engraved belt showing off his snatched waist, all the words that you wanted to speak fled you entirely.

"Hello, Doctor. I bought you champagne," he looks up from under his abundance of baby eyelashes and smirks a delicious smile. And your unruly heart did that dull heavy thump for him again.

You were now seated in the living room of your too big a house, him sitting awfully close beside you. It wasn't a bit wise of you, inviting in the irresistible man in your house so late at night. But you were tired. You were lonely. And you couldn't let him leave you with so many questions starting up a storm inside you, you never knew when he would come back again now that he stopped his ghosting.

You were determined to hold on to him as long as you were allowed.

So here you two were, cozying by the warm fire and sipping on the delicious drink he had bought so generously, declining one for himself though.

Apparently, he had gone overseas, his brother being the boss now, he hadn't been able to say no. You felt stupid for worrying so much, and also a bit apprehensive because he could've at least let your assistant know, who simply doesn't want to admit he is an actual client here!

"I'm sorry." he tell you, reading your mind easily through your eyes, "I should've let you know. It all just happened so fast. Coming back to you was very, hard," he clears his throat, taking your glass and filling it up for the second time.

You ask him how his health was, and he smiles brightly only to say it wasn't that well either.

"Are your traumas coming back?" you ask, clearly concerned. Not realizing you had leaned in too close to him in your worry.

He looks into your eyes and smiles yet again, the smile not really reaching his eyes.

"You look really beautiful without your spectacles," he whispers instead, causing you to jerk back, the compliment hitting you hard right in the heartstrings.

He stands up again now and wanders towards your turntable, and you can't help but notice how he always tiptoes over the important questions. How ambiguously he expresses his emotions.

It frustrates you a bit about how you don't know even one-fourth of his feelings. Except for his flirty smile and chivalrous moves that just seem to be a part of his personality. And so, because he never lets you on anything personal about him, you can tell he is just here to chase away his loneliness, too. And that you are just his doctor.

Not someone important enough to convey his feelings into.

You dump your glass of champagne at one go, letting the sweet burn numb the clench of your chest and pour another round for yourself.

You don't hear as he admonishes you, asking you to slow down.

"It's okay. I don't have work tomorrow anyways, so," you down another glass as you glance sideways at him, to catching him shaking his head.

Slow music fills the room as he sets one of your vinyl records over the turntable. The sweet voice of Eric Benét fills the room.

"I love this song so much," you say, a little tipsy, and the tunes of 'Still With You' match with the beats of your heart. You shake your head from side to side to the beats, smiling when Baekhyun grabs your hand and pulls you up, flush against his body.

"Dance with me," he whispers hoarsely, putting both your hands around his neck and putting his own a little lower from where your waist is, over the curves of your hips.

His hand feels light over the fabric of your flimsy nightdress, somehow revealed when the robe’s knot had come loose. Your nipples strain against your slip in reaction to his proximity. You should feel embarrassed, but the heady feeling of his hand rubbing circles over the small of your exposed back blur that twinge out completely. You couldn't feel his temperature for some reason, but you felt yourself getting a different kind of warm as you dare to look up and into his eyes. Maybe it was the champagne, or him, but everything felt so shiny, glowing. The most beautiful being him.

He presses his forehead against yours, and you both breathe out slowly as you move to the beautiful keys of the piano. Swaying in the same place, the warmth from the fireplace warming your flushed bodies more and more.

Not once he lets go of his eye contact, his nose rubbing against yours every now and then. His ragged exhale lets your slightly drunk mind know that he was feeling as affected by this little dance as you were. The feelings that echoed in his eyes, the adoration, and tightening of his hands over your hips like he was afraid you'd slip away from his hands, made your eyes tear up. And you felt -you physically felt- your heart becoming this man's, this man you knew so little about.

"Baekhyun sshi.." you whisper when the song ends.

"Baekhyun, please. Always Baekhyun for you, my love," he says, his eyes closing as he leans in for your lips.

You do nothing to stop him.

You didn't know where your nightdress had slipped away, and or when your panties were replaced with his wet mouth, making your cavern turn wetter.

You gasped shakily, your hands grasping the headboard railing of your bed tightly as he slips in his fingers inside you, your head a little dizzy from the reckless champagne intake, but not enough to not feel what he was making you feel.

"My love, my love, my love..." he moans somewhere from between your legs, his naked shoulders flexing, his head bobbing up and down as his mouth eats you out.

You don't know when you end up being taken from behind, all you could feel was his delicious length rub your walls as no one else had ever done.

"Baekhyun..... Baekhyun...... Baekhyun," you chant in gasps, in between shallow inhales of dear breaths.

The turntable downstairs plays the passionate verses of Whitney Houston's of "I Have Nothing" as you get fucked equally passionately by this man you had fallen in love with.

He pulls you up by your neck, propping you over his organ and pressing you against his sweaty chest as he licks up the sweat of your neck hungrily. You were not praying, yet as you both knelt, it felt like it, his fingers wound through one of your hands and holding it over your heart, the other hand reaching down to rub sweet, torturous circles over your swollen wet nub.

"….Even if I want you so much it drives me crazy." his lips caress the words in your ear, making your spinning body and mind momentarily focus for a bit,

"Even if I want and call for you all night long.... you ghost," he says, breathing heavily, pounding into you one more time that undoes your whole body and sends you into the shivering mess of a mind-numbing orgasm.

The next morning or evening-you couldn't tell- the throbbing veins around your temples shake you awake. You moan, feeling quite disoriented as you turn from your side, your naked arm falling over the cold side of your bed instead of the body of a warm, alive man- the man who had made love to you so incredibly last night. "Baekhyun?" you whisper, your voice hoarse and laced with a tiny tremor as your heart starting to realize that he hadn't stayed over. Maybe he just left before I woke up, you think to yourself as you sit up slowly, your head giving a spin and making you realize that you had too many drinks the previous night. Or maybe he was never... here. Another sinister thought slams into you like a whisper, realization hitting you as your eyes scan for any traces of him being in your room, your sheets devoid of any of the milky white trace of the love-making you remembered too well last night. You were too sure he hadn't used a condom. No, that's impossible. He was here! you retort back to the sinister thought as you jump out from the covers, naked and quite sore. You rush to your bathroom, and when you stand in front of the mirror, there they were. Love bites. The marks Baekhyun had made over your thighs. Red and biting, small but so beautiful. Your fingers slowly trace each one, feeling relieved by the second that you had not dreamt of such an incredible night. That it had happened. And tracing those suckling marks also made you remember how good you felt when he was making them on you. "Oh Baekhyun," you whisper, tearing up a little, and wishing he had stayed back for at least one cuddle session. Why did he leave? Why didn't he at least leave a short message for you? Will he never come back? Will he ghost you again? Will you not see him for another three weeks? The thought became heavier and unbearable as your mind kept thinking about them, regurgitating the obvious. Soon you dressed and climbed downstairs to find his contact number again. You knew his full name. So you were bound to find his information somewhere on the internet. You didn't know if he had taken this as a one night stand. To you, it didn't feel like it, and when he had whispered those words in your ear again before he made you come, you were sure it wasn't just a one-sided love affair. Passing by the living room, you notice the champagne. But there was no glass. You frown and when you open your office room door, your frown becomes deeper. "Minseok sshi? What- what are you doing here?" you ask, stepping into the room, your heart beating fast because it wasn't normal to find one of your patients, one of the unstable ones, sitting behind your desk and going through your work files on an off-duty day. Sipping a glass of champagne in broad daylight. "Ohh, you're finally awake!" Minseok says, a little too chirpily, "I'm sorry for letting myself in your house like this. But I had to meet you. I saw you in my dreams last night." Minseok's took one more sip and put the glass down, his eyes full of terrible dark circles, his hair messed up. He looked like something.... something had broken in him. You step towards your patient with wary steps, eyeing the mess he had made by throwing down all your books and record files all over the floor in the search of something. "Minseok sshi, I'm sorry to ask you about this. But I need you to leave," you say calmly, one hand raised facing towards him. "I can't leave now, doctor. Not when I have finally seen the face of the North Korean spy who stabs me to death every day in my sleep," Minseok laughs in a high pitch, maniacal voice, raising goosebumps all along your spine. "Minseok sshi, I don't understand. Please you're not in the right state of mind now." "Right state of mind?? Huh! My dreams got worse after you gave me those pills. And look at this," he raises the painting of a rectangle, painted in the colors that resembled the North Korean flag. Red. White. Blue. Let's have these colors as the major pointer for how you are feeling each day, okay, Jongin? you had said. You mentally curse at yourself, fear trickling into your veins. He smashes the champagne glass on the floor and sits up, his whole face red now, his beautiful cat eyes big and bloodshot, "I should have known they had sent you for me. You are the North Korean Spy assigned to kill me. I should've known it was you, whore," he spits on the painting, his hands becoming fists as he crumped the paper in a ruined ball. "Minseok sshi, you are having an episode right now. Please remain calm, please I am not your enemy. I am your doctor. I am your doctor," your hands were shaking now, you should've grabbed your phone on the way. But you had to remain calm, because crumbling down would only result in both of you getting hurt. As if all the words spoken out of you hit an invisible barrier and never reached him, Kim Minseok roars like a dangerous animal, pushing everything and anything on your table, rushing towards you. And you couldn't do much but sprint for the telephone at your side. Before you could speed dial Jihyo's number, his body knocks into yours, rendering you speechless and out of breath, his heavy body climbing onto yours, his knees sitting on top of yours in the classic "tackle your enemy to the ground" taught at the military training, what they didn't teach was how to choke your opponent to death. "No more you. No more dreams," he wheezes hoarsely, wrapping his steels arms around your throat. Being a small woman, you could only do so much but claw at his hands as he squeezed the life out of you, your windpipe almost about to crush from the pressure. You could feel your eyes starting to burn, your mouth going dry, your nose blocking up as the life went out of you little by little. Soon the strength from your hands became feeble too, your vision becoming blur with tears, your oxygen-deprived brain slowly starting to die. Minseok pulls you by your neck and slams your head against the wooden floor. The last thing you hear before you lose your consciousness was running footsteps. The silhouette looked familiar. That same coat and yellow shirt you'd seen so many times. It was Byun Baekhyun, a bat in his hand, poised up and about to hit. It was Baekhyun, and he was here to save you. Save me, Baekhyun.....

You wake up with a jolt, scrambling upright with your hands around your neck, gasping for air as if you were just drowning. No hands were pressing against them; although they were very sore. "Sshhh it's okay. I'm here. I'm here," you hear a familiar voice whisper beside you and your head turns, body frightened and still alert, only to see that it was Baekhyun. Baekhyun in his comfortable turtle-neck and unstyled, boyish hair. Baekhyun with a worried look in his eyes. Baekhyun who was your patient but you didn't care anymore because you loved him. A sob leaves your chest as he arms wrap around you, pulling you into his strong and warm chest, pulling you into his delicious scent that soon calms down your frayed nerves. "It's gonna be okay. You are okay now my love. I'm here for you," he keeps repeating it like a mantra, kissing the crown of your soft hair as he rocked you like someone rocking a baby who had to awaken from a bad, bad dream. "What happened to him? Tell me the police have detained him before he hurts someone else..." you ask tensely, frightened that if Minseok was still out there, someone else too would be getting harmed as you did. "Yeah.. yeah. They-they got him. He is..uhh- they took him to criminally-insane mental hospital. Don't worry, he is not going to hurt anyone ever again." You look up from his chest now, "I would've been dead Baekhyun. If you hadn't come on time, he would've killed me. You saved my life," you say, your voice breaking at the end. Now it was Baekhyun's eyes which watered with tears, he pulls you in his arms once again as the tears fall painfully from his eyes, "I'm sorry, baby girl. I should've come sooner. I should've never left you alone. Why did I leave you alone?" he starts to cry hard now, baffling you into stopping yours. "Baekhyun... what are you saying.." There was so much pain in his cries. You kiss his temple as he now weeps into your chest, saying sorry again and again, even after you said it wasn't his fault. Baekhyun stays with you for the next week, not moving from your side even for a second. He takes care of everything too. He says he called Jihyo to cancel all your appointments and to not come by, even though you wanted to see Jihyo and feel her comforting presence. Baekhyun removes all the mirrors in the house too, strangely, he says that the bruises around your neck were only healing now, and looking at them would only incite the trauma so it was better off not seeing them. You agree wholeheartedly, like everything else he was asking you to do. He stops you from going into your office, as that would simply also be traumatic to you. That somehow felt stranger than removing the mirrors. Even when you told him many times that the place needed cleaning up and re-organizing, he said he had taken care of it.

He was taking care of everything.

You finally didn’t feel lonely anymore.

"Promise me you won't go in there. I've fixed everything, so just be with me," he would whisper ardently, hugging you and rubbing your back multiple times until you forget to give a damn.

Having Baekhyun made all your loneliness vanish into dust, he was such a warm soul to have around. His presence seemed more solid to you somehow, or you felt lighter, just like he used to feel. He'd cook while singing, would go to the bathroom while singing and while dancing with you he would also sing. But it was always the same song. You were convinced you had heard it somewhere often, but couldn't quite put a finger on it.

It was the night before the weekend ended, and it was raining heavily outside. Baekhyun was playing his jazz playlist again, his hair wet and messy around his forehead, his mouth iterating with the many stories he never seemed to run out of, and it was so romantic, so warm, so happy and giddy- you felt like you would explode. More than that, you felt like you would die if you didn't lick the pasta sauce off his lips right then.

"Isn't it tasty? My friend Kyungsoo had taught me this recipe," he said with a mouth full of meatballs and pasta, still pretty clueless about the slight sauce over his top lip that had missed his tongue when he had licked up his lips, and that was begging for your attention.

You smiled and nodded your head in agreement, putting your index finger forward and quickly swiping the sauce and putting it in your mouth, "Very delicious," you said after sucking on it a little too loud, catching how Baekhyun's eyes glossed over at your little act.

He dropped his fork and lifted that finger that you'd just licked, and keeping his eyes on yours, sucked your saliva off it.

Abandoning your plates of pasta, you both move like opposite magnets placed at close proximity, and devour each other's mouths, tongues rubbing together as you rip off the clothes from each other's body.

The days Baekhyun had spent, not once had he kissed you or sensually touched you. Yes, you both had cuddled, maybe even spooned, but nothing more than that.

Now you were sitting on top of Baekhyun's straining hard-on at the dining table, grinding your clothed pussy over it as your mouths clashed over who should be the more dominant kisser.

Baekhyun grunted and stood up suddenly, pinning you against the wall nearby, your legs wrapped tightly around his waist giving you the leverage you needed to keep grinding against his length, until he stopped you- removing one of his strong hands to bring out his cock and line it against your hole. You whimpered as he rubbed his tip, gathering all your juice from the clit to the vagina before slipping in smoothly.

You both gasp at the penetration, his gasps ragged as your snug hole feels so good around him, your gasps shaky as his width stretches you all too well, and before Baekhyun starts his mind-blowing thrusts, he whispered, "I will cum in you as much as I want tonight. And I'll make you cum so many times that you will forget your name, and remember only mine. Mine," he growls possessively, his pupils strangely black and so dark. Your walls squeeze themselves around him hard, anticipating the many little deaths he just promised with insane greed and lust.

And of course- Love.

In the morning, Baekhyun is still sleeping when you wake up. Your mind feels satisfied seeing him beside you, your bed not empty and cold like that first time, but warm and smelling of him. Your eyes trace his features, his hands outstretched over his head, his brown hair messy and covering his forehead, his lips pinker than you could remember them being. You were reminded of all the things those lips did to you last night and you blushed unconsciously. Your body shivered from remembering the times he made you come and you let out a shaky breath. Last night was gonna be hard to top off. Despite your wish to snuggle inside his chest and entangle your naked legs with his in this brilliant morning and sleep some more, you were starving. So you decide to go downstairs and for the first time, make breakfast for him and you both. As you come downstairs alone, it feels as if, as if a cloud lifts from over your head. You slow down your pace as you think how you have not talked with your sister for days, how Jihyo had not visited you at all, and now you never hear your phone that would ring so many times a day, ring even once. You entirely forget about breakfast, moving like a magnet towards the room you have avoided for over a week. You twist it open, and soon a raunchy smell hits your nose too hard. You don't dare to turn on the lights in the hopes of making any sound that would wake Baekhyun up. He would be furious if he found you here. You didn't want to make him upset. You groan as you make yourself move forward still, your hands outstretched in the darkness, the only destination being your phone that sat near your coffee table. Every breath you inhaled hurt your insides cause of the god-awful smell. Whatever had died in here? Thankfully your telephone was okay as your hands bought them to your lap. You pressed on to listen to the voicemails, the first one being from Jihyo. "Hey, this is so unlike of you to not receive your calls. I rang the bell so many times. But when you didn't open I assumed you had gone somewhere. Please call me as soon as you get this." "Doctor, I canceled all your appointments after hearing the news. I hope you are okay. I understand that you would want time off when one of your patients die like that. It's so unfortunate that Minseok sshi killed himself. But you have to know it wasn’t your fault." Minseok is dead?? your hands start shaking as the voicemails keep pouring in. "Hey, love. It's been days. Please at least let me know if you are alright. I am so worried about you. Maybe this will interest you enough and stop you from ghosting me like this, but I wanted to tell you something about Mr. Byun Baekhyun. I really really think you got his name wrong..." I could've never gotten his name wrong... ...because the man's records show he is dead." Impossible. "He is been dead for five years. He was an alcoholic, most probably after his wife had died very suddenly. He overdosed on sleeping pills and drowned himself in the bathtub of his own house." You stand up, the telephone falling on the floor as your legs shake. You are unable to breathe. "The most creepy part is, he was the previous owner of the house you're living in now. Jesus. I know right. Seriously crazy. Were you seeing his ghost all these days or something?" Jihyo's muffled voice chuckles, her tone light-hearted and joking. Joking... "What are you doing here?" a voice speaks from behind you. You whip around, scared shitless as Baekhyun's familiar form slips inside the door smoothly, almost gliding. But instead of walking towards you, he stands there, motionless.

"I-I was just checking my messages-" you try to speak. But right then, Sana's loud voice cuts through the room.

"Unnie! Why aren't you picking up your phone? Are you all alright? Please I need you to come home right now. Aunt Yuri is in the hospital. They are saying it’s a heart attack. Unnie… unnie. I’m so scared. Please call me." her panicked tone becomes a small voice as she cries helplessly, seeping in some ounce of bravery in you.

"Baekhyun, I have to go, I have to go to my sister right now," you whisper urgently as you try to move out of the godforsaken room, your wobbly legs gaining some strength as you avoid Baekhyun’s fathomless eyes, the deadness in them causing you to question everything that is happening around you.

Questioning reality.

Questioning his existence.

“You can’t go,” he whispers, his voice not of the sinister, cold kind as you were feeling.

You stop in your tracks as you hear the words. You stop in your tracks as he moves towards you, one step at a time. He doesn’t feel solid anymore. He feels like a part of a nightmare now.

“But… my sister needs me,” you plead brokenly, the room and his presence suddenly suffocating you.

He is standing in front of your shaking form as your eyes let go of the first teardrop since you had come in here. The unbearable stench had grown stronger, wafting towards you like you were standing too close to the source. He shakes his head, his eyes now red and watery around the edges, his face pale and devoid of any color. “You can’t leave,” he says this time, a different kind of heaviness in his words. “You can’t leave me. You can’t,” he repeats, his hands clasped and his shoulders slumped in some sort of defeat. “Why not?” you step away from him as he walks closer to you, his hands reaching out towards your face. “No!” you slap his hand away, hurt registering in his eyes immediately, “What the fuck does that mean?! You have to give me answers Baekhyun! Right now! That call from Sana was four days ago! I could’ve been there for her right away if you had let me come in here! And Jihyo! She- she says that Minseok is dead! She is saying that you are dead! Fuck, what- what does that even mean? And now you’re saying that you can’t let me go? For fuck’s sake, tell me why? Why can’t I leave? WHY?” you scream, tears pouring down your face as you look at Baekhyun’s shaking shoulder, unknowingly stepping further back from him in frenzy and to get rid of the smell that you were convinced was coming from him.

“Answer me Baekhyun!!!” you cry. Taking one more step back, your feet suddenly hits an object on the ground and you stumble, falling backwards, catching yourself from falling too hard as you land on your hands.

The small light from the curtains shines through, and your eyes adjust over the object that had made you trip.

At that moment, all air abandons your lungs, a thin shrill starts ringing in your ears as you see your own eyes staring back at you, glossy and unseeing, your face blue and bloated, a streak of dried blood running from your mouth towards your neck carrying the dark, angry handprints that had crushed your windpipe.

The smell wasn't coming from Baekhyun. It was from your body, your dead, rotting body lying limp and unmoving on the cold ground.

“No no no no no no no-" you scramble away from it, your shaking hands pressing against your mouth as you stifle your gasping cries in them.

Baekhyun presence surrounds you suddenly, his arms wrapping around you and pressing your head against his chest. “This is why I didn’t want you to come in here. I’ve been such a bad husband, I failed to protect you the second time too,” Baekhyun says, his eyes dead and numb, his face expressionless and morose, his thin fingers quietly combing in your hair in robotic motions as you hiccup and sob, unable to look away from your dead body. “When you first moved in, I could feel your soul, Yoojung, I knew that you had come back to me. And I had to come to you, to let you know that I was here, that I was stuck here waiting for you,” he iterates, his voice husky and soft as if he was speaking to a frightened child.

“Yoojung?”

“But you didn’t remember me. You didn’t even remember our song. The song you had written for me. The song that you had written the night you had jumped off the bridge, the night you had killed yourself,” Baekhyun keeps on talking, letting sobs break from his dead chest now.

"I had memorised it you see, I had memorised it and repeated it until the moment the water filled up my lungs in the bathtub," he says, smelling your hair deeply.

“Why did you leave me, Yoojung? Why did you leave me? Why did you leave me, hm?” his repeats in a sing-song voice, rocking your body in his arms as he cries. The hand in your hair grips back roughly as he pulls your face to look at him. “Look at me. These eyes, the soul inside of you.. yes, it is you. Because nobody has ever looked at me the way you do. When that man came to kill you, I could’ve saved you. I wanted to save you. But I didn’t...”

You gasp as the horror deepens, tears streaming down your face endlessly.

“Now that I think of it, in the end, I think it was… it was for the best. Because now you won’t be able to leave me even if you wanted to. This house doesn’t let you leave. It doesn’t let you leave even if you try. I tried to leave, I tried to join you too, it was so hard when even after taking my life I couldn't be with you. But that's okay now. Everything will be okay now,” he says, his hollow eyes that were big and round, finally clearing the dead numbness into a mix of insanity and love.

He brushes the hair away from your tear stained face and kisses your cheeks. “Yes, my love. Do you remember me now? Do you remember us? Do you remember how much I loved you even though I was always so far away? I will never leave your side now, Yoojung. We will stay here, in this house that you had built for us, and decorated with your beautiful paintings.”

“You and I will be together forever.”

A helpless sob builds up from your chest as his words hit you, a soul-crushing cry leaving your lips that the dead man’s ghost mistakes as a cry of happiness. His hollow, crazy eyes smile through his own tears, wrapping his arms around you tightly as you cry and cry and cry.

You cry because you were not his wife. You cry because you were not Yoojung. You were not Yoojung.

THE END

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"What if I'm not a hero? What if I'm the bad guy?"

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alittletournesol · 5 years

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A super spooky night {SHINee/SuperM}

[In this story, the conditions and rights of the LGBTQ+ community in South Korea are completely altered to make same-sex marriage and adoption legally possible. An alternative universe I wish to become reality someday.]

Pairings: OnKey / JongHo Additional characters: kid!Taemin and kid!SuperM’ (except for Baekhyun)

A super spooky night

The clock shows half past five above the dining table when Kibum places the last small bat made of sugar paste on the tremendous cake. He spent his whole day off baking and drawing the most impressive dessert up, also with the help of his boyfriend for the past two hours. Both men take a few steps back to contemplate their work, holding their breath for a minute as if worried they might make the structure fall with just a sigh. But it stands.

Built with three round layers of different circumferences, the cake is all about black and purple homemade frosting. Every decoration is made of almond or sugar paste shaped to represent various characters from a famous animated movie, The Nightmare Before Christmas. The “icing on the cake” actually has nothing to do with icing ; it’s a massive, round bubble of white chocolate with sculpted holes that create the face of Jack Skellington.

Kibum is particularly proud of this part of the cake, for it took him four tries before reaching this impressive result. He had to look for some videos to get that special technic, so he could perfectly pour melted chocolate on a blown up balloon, let it harden with time before delicately sculpting the holes and remove the balloon without breaking the whole thing. The fourth result is perfect, placed on top of the cake and surrounded by little sugar pumpkins. It’s all ready.

“I thought we wouldn’t finish it in time.” Jinki comments, finally allowing himself to sit as he removes his apron. “What are you doing ?”

“Taking pictures of course !” His boyfriend replies as he draws his phone, his enthusiasm showing in the way his eyes sparkle. “That shit took me a day, I won’t let it be engulfed within ten minutes and be forgotten just like that.”

“Sure, but careful with those words once we’ll be there.”

“I’m always careful. Speaking of that, what time is it ?”

“Half past five, more or less. When are we expected ?”

“Half past six.”

“Shit.”

Ignoring Kibum’s laughter at his cursing word, the older man stands up and leaves the kitchen to take a quick shower. They barely have an hour to get dressed and show up at their appointment’s place, which sounds like an impossible mission. However, both men have a certain thing in common : they’re organized. Before time runs out, they’re both all clean from any trace of baking and wearing their costumes ; as they look at each other in the large mirror of their bedroom, Jinki can’t help but snort.

Since they started dating almost four years ago, they’ve been into couple clothes and items, but this year marks their first real couple outfit for this spooky occasion… and he definitely got scammed here. Standing next to him and adjusting his dragon-like horned headdress, Kibum looks stunning in his own version of Maleficent — the recent one, not the one from the very old movie. It has been an idea from their friends’ son, who thought from all of his five years of age that his uncle’s face somehow looked like the dark fairy’s.

The man had found the concept way too appealing to ignore it. That’s how and why he’s now standing proudly in front of the glass, his realistic and expensive costume fitting him as if he was the original character himself. He fully played the game, making his cheekbones look even higher and his jaw sharper by using an easy makeup method with silicon — he’d tried it numerous times before that day, to be sure he wouldn’t mess it up when time would come. And he didn’t.

“Can you remind me about the reason behind my costume ?” Jinki asks, drawing the other man out of his self-contemplation. “Didn’t you tell me that Maleficent has a whole people of her own kind ? Why am I just… a semi-crow and not one of them ?”

“She does, but the crow is more significant.” His boyfriend replies, always serious when it comes to a universe he loves. “The crow was like the part of her she was missing when she became the shadow of her former self. He helped her and always stood by her side, even when she technically didn’t need him anymore. There’s a long lasting affection between them, they’re like… partners in crime. And I wanted to see your handsome face so I went for the crow’s human version.”

“So… I’m your other half and handsome partner in crime ?”

“Exactly. See ? Perfectly fitting us.”

Smiling, Kibum steals the other man a gentle kiss and adjusts the collar of the latter’s black jacket, covered with feathers to remind of the bird. If there is something he loves to see, it’s Jinki wearing black clothes… which is rare, much to his displeasure. But this day, the older man is even wearing a quality wig to imitate the mid-length dark hair of the character, and damn, how good looking it makes him. His boyfriend is about to forget the real purpose of their costumes when his phone rings, interrupting his contemplation.

Cursing under his breath, he plunges his hand in Jinki’s pocket, surprising the latter, and takes his device.

“Yeah ?” He says when he picks up, the deep but loud voice on the other side extremely recognizable. “What are you saying, we’re not late yet. (…) We’re about to leave but don’t expect us to drive fast, we have a whole damn piece of art to preserve before it fills kids’ stomachs ! (…) Alright, see you there. I’m hanging up.”

As soon as he isn’t hearing his best friend’s voice anymore, the horned man makes a face and sticks his tongue out towards his phone, making his partner laugh. Before they’re really running late, they both head to the kitchen to carefully place a huge glass bell cover above the cake, with small metallic ties on its edge to keep it attached to the plate. Thanks to his work in the fashion industry, Kibum sure has a lot of contacts in this world, but he got lucky enough to be in love with a man who, unlike him, knows professionals chefs personally. He has been lent this high cloche to cover and protect their dessert during the short travel from their house to the school.

Once everything is ready and safe, they lift the cake together to place it on a low trolley and pull their coats on before pushing it out of their apartment. They quietly thank some higher entity for equipping their flat with an elevator as they’re being taken to the private parking lot in the basement. With one last, careful effort, they place the imposing stuff on one of the backseats, even fastening the belt on it. While Kibum takes place next to it to hold it just in case, Jinki takes the wheel and finally, they leave.

On the road, the younger man sends a message to his friend, warning him that they’re on their way and will join them within ten minutes. He smiles when he receives a picture of an excited little boy as an answer, the kid wearing fake fangs that gives him a terrific smile… softened by the way he places his arms above his head to shape a heart.

“Taemin is a vampire this year.” He says, more to himself but loud enough to be heard by his boyfriend. “And I think one of the kids is a ghost, I can see a piece of white sheet on the picture.”

“How many kids will be there, again ?” Jinki asks, mentally trying to count.

“Six with him. Seven if you add Minho.”

“Oh please.”

The driver can’t help but laugh, this constant game between these two adults never failing to amuse him despite how old it’s growing. Kibum and Minho have known each other for more than fifteen years and their friendship only grew stronger by time passing ; though, just like when they were teens, not one day goes by without one of them sending some random attack at the other. At first, Jinki had been startled by this strange behaviour but he quickly got used to it as he spent more and more time in their company.

It’s actually by means of knowing Minho through a few classes in common at university that the older man got to meet the man he now calls his boyfriend. And as if heaven had wanted to kill two birds with one stone, Jinki had been the one introducing his classmate to his own childhood friend during an outing, Jonghyun. Since then, the four young men had become inseparable… and while Kibum had asked Jinki out, Minho had found himself disconcerted by how he had been asked the same by Jonghyun only a couple weeks after.

Years passed and they’re now grown adults, reaching the age of thirty one after another. But time hasn’t altered their friendship, nor their respective love relationships ; the first couple is living under a same roof, as they bought their very first apartment two years ago and got engaged a few months after. If they took their time and planned their wedding for this winter, their friends had tied the knot immediately after leaving university. Their family had quickly been joined by a baby, not even five months old, who had looked at them in the eyes at the adoption agency.

The orphan little boy found two loving, caring parents in the persons of Jonghyun and Minho, who raised him from then. Taemin, as is his name, is a cheerful and always smiling child who makes his dads’ happiness and never misses the chance to overwhelm his soul uncles with his catching laughter. He turned five only a few months ago and is becoming more and more interested in life’s little things, which makes him even more adorable.

Though the first days of separation were difficult for his oldest dad, he’s now going to preschool and enjoying every ounce of it. Kibum remembered his friends’ worries about the matter, since the little boy isn’t of the calm and obedient kind… however, it seems he understood pretty well that school and home are two different environments. For this new school year, he is even showing a new quality of his : patience. His school opened a special class to welcome three foreign children who must improve their Korean, and in order not to make them feel excluded or different, their young teacher managed to bring three native kids in their class.

This is how Taemin is now one of the six students of a small class bringing children from three to five years old. Minho used to fear that the extra attention paid to the three foreigners by their teacher would annoy his son, but his husband was clear about it : it would actually be rewarding. And sure it is, the boy is showing a lot of patience when he is trying to communicate with his classmates who only know the basics of his language for now — even the youngest one is brilliantly improving from all of his three years of age, a talkative one.

Tonight is the first time Kibum and Jinki meet their nephew’s friends, though they already caught sight of them when they occasionally got requested by their friends to pick the kid up from school. The only one they know by name is Jongin, a shy-looking boy who tends to transform himself when being in Taemin’s presence. Both adults feel excited and apprehensive at the same time, for they never spent time with so many children at once…

“We’re there, should I park where teachers park ?” The oldest man draws his fiancé out of his thoughts. “I don’t think it’s open.”

“It’s not but Minho gave me a beeper, I put it in your pocket.” Kibum replies as he takes the gadget from the feathered clothes himself and presses the button. “There you go.”

“Why does he even have a beeper ?”

“The teacher gave him a spare one for tonight, I guess I’ll have to give it back.”

Jinki makes the car slowly move forwards, driving in the parking lot until he recognizes his friends’ vehicle and parks next to it. Once he cuts off contact, he’s the first one to get out and goes to open the boot, taking the folded trolley and giving it his real shape back. He’s about to open the back door when he’s stopped by his boyfriend, who got out through the other door. The semi-crow is told to keep his “clumsy little hands” in his pockets and just giggles as he keeps an eye on the way Kibum is delicately taking the cake out of the car.

They’re not even done placing it on the trolley that they hear a way too familiar voice yelling, growing louder by milliseconds passing. Both men look up and have the reflex to shout “freeze !” to make Taemin stop in his race like for the game they often play. The boy laughs but respects the rule and even poses weirdly to make the thing funnier ; Jinki smiles and makes sure the dessert is safe before he crouches and stretches his arms, welcoming his nephew with a hug.

“Don’t bite me, I wanna live !” He whines before making Taemin move backwards, holding his arms to look at him. “How scary you are, are those real teeth ?!”

“Daddy said to say yes so yes the toothies are real ones !” The boy replies, lisping a bit, before he stands in awe when he sees his other uncle. “Woah ! You look like the real one !”

“That’s the secret, kiddo.” Kibum winks at him before he crouches in his turn, whispering at the kid’s ear. “I am the real one.”

“Stop lying ~”

Their nephew is still laughing and inspecting Maleficent’s horns on his uncle’s head when the three of them are eventually joined by an incredible person. Both men have to look twice before they recognize the man wearing a long, grey toga with shattered tails, his skin painted in a sick-looking shade of grey and his usually blonde hair raised on his head… sprayed with a blazing blue colour.

“Jonghyun, is that you ?” Kibum opens his eyes wide before bursting into laughter. “How the hell did you make your hair stand like that !”

“Lots of gel.” Taemin’s father says before hugging his friends. “Look at us, Bum. Hades and Maleficent, two dark villains !”

“Dark and sarcastic, for sure you chose well.” Jinki comments as he grants the kid’s request and holds him on his hip. “Are we late ?”

“Not at all, the teacher was about to tell the rules and Minho is busy putting make up on one of the children. Taemin, you’re old enough to walk by yourself so get back on your feet. Uncle is old you know.”

“Oh really ? Taeminnie, let’s show your dad I’m not old. Let’s race !”

“Yeeeeeeees !”

The boy keeps screaming as he’s being put on the ground and starts running towards the school, followed by a giggling adult losing black feathers on his way. Remaining alone in the parking lot, Jonghyun and Kibum roll their eyes and laugh together, as the latter closes the car and pushes the trolley. Led by the eldest one, both men peacefully reach the building and head directly to the kitchens where a fridge was emptied beforehand to welcome the cake. Carefully, they place it in the cool and finally join the only lively classroom in the whole place.

The room is small, for it’s made to welcome only six children, but it’s nicely arranged. The desks are gathered to make one big table with six chairs around it, two on each side so students sit by pairs. The last side is empty but overlook the board so it would have been stupid to place people here. In a corner, there are a few small shelves filled with books for every age, and comfortable couches and mats on the floor ; Kibum smiles, remembering his own hometown’s preschool that had a similar calm space in each classroom.

But the place is far from being calm at this moment, half a dozen of kids expressing their joy and excitement by running here and there, making the most of their costumes. Only one is sitting without moving, and the horned man holds on his laughter when he sees his tall best friend so focused on the white skull he is painting on the kid’s face. Minho is so busy he doesn’t even notice his friends arrived, but the latter surely notices his costume : a well-done monster of Frankenstein, with old rags as clothes, scars drawn on random spots of his body and fake nut and bolts popping out of his head and neck.

“Good evening, you must be Mr. Kim ?” A young man dressed as an enchanter with night blue clothes welcomes Kibum with a bow and a smile. “I am Mr. Byun, teacher to this little bunch of kids.”

“It’s a pleasure to meet you, I think you met my partner once ?” The other man returns the greetings. “He picks Taemin up sometimes.”

“Oh, yes. I had to speak with him once because his nephew had fought a little that day. But let’s not talk about school tonight, we’re here to have fun after all !”

“That’s right, and I’m done with everyone’s makeup !” Minho speaks in as he approaches the men talking while wiping his hands. “Look at you, how comes you’re always giving your utmost with Halloween costumes ?”

“Halloween is my time of the year, dear.” Kibum laughs, giving his friend a hug. “I see you’ve been busy, did you help every kid ?”

“Yup ! They came with only their costumes in a bag so everything was done here. How long did we take to get everything ready, Baekhyun ?”

“Two hours I would say.” The teacher replies, glancing at the window while the newcomer gets surprised at the sudden informal talk. “But the sun is setting now so we should get started.”

Saying this, the young man claps his hands a few times to gather the six kids, who immediately stop their races and games to sit on their respective chair — Jinki, who sneakily joined his boyfriend’s side, shows him how each chair has a name written on its back. The two couples remain quiet as they watch Baekhyun explain the rules to respect once they will be outside for their sweets hunt. All children are looking at him, paying attention and showing their best side. Jonghyun and Minho can’t help but stare at their son with pride, although Taemin isn’t that calm and silent when they’re home.

When the teacher is done, Kibum starts moving as he expects the hunt to start, but he’s surprised by a language he doesn’t know. Looking up with raised eyebrows, he realizes Baekhyun is repeating himself while looking at a particular kid dressed as a ghost — quite tall for his age, his doe eyes staring at the adult’s lips.

“This one is Yukhei.” Minho slightly leans on to whisper to his best friend’s ear, Jinki listening as well. “He is from Hong Kong but he arrived only three months ago so he can’t understand Korean yet, except basics salutations and a couple of questions you ask a teacher during class.”

“I see…” His elder nods. “How old is he ? He’s tall…”

“He’s four years old.”

“You’re kidding ?”

“I was the same when I was his age, it doesn’t really bother me. Jonghyun is bothered.”

“I’m not.” The flaming blue haired man retorts though he keeps looking at the kids.

“So… Kibum told me there are three foreign kids ?” Jinki asks. “Who are the other two ?”

The oldest man just has time to finish his question when Baekhyun switches languages again, this time looking at the boy who chose to be dressed as a particularly notorious clown — Pennywise, character from a not-really-for-children movie. This makes Kibum frown.

“Does he know the clown he’s dressed as ?” He can’t help but ask. “I almost pissed my pants watching that movie and I’m twenty-seven, don’t tell me he knows about it ? What is he, four ?”

“Five, and he only asked me to paint his face like a clown in a horror movie.” His tall friend laughs. “He doesn’t really know what I did to him, but I’m glad you recognized the character. I might have some talent.”

“Sure, Frankenstein. How did he ask, since the teacher is talking to him in another language ?”

“He’s been here for two years now so he speaks a bit more than basic Korean. Enough to ask me something without stuttering ! He’s doing well but he’s already bilingual, he speaks English.”

“That explains why the teacher is speaking in English now…” The crow man wonders. “Why not the kid’s mother tongue ?”

“He is from Thailand, but Baekhyun doesn’t speak thai so. I would love to tell you his name but I can’t memorize it. Taemin calls him Ten, and the other kids too.”

Both men nod and keep listening to Baekhyun, who’s lifting his fingers one after another as he announces the rules to the kid nicknamed Ten. Kibum mentally bets on the next and last kid he will addresses… but finds himself completely wrong. The young teacher crouches before the smallest, and certainly the youngest kid of the group and asks him if he understood what he just told his classmate. The child seems to hesitate but he eventually shakes his head, what makes the adult smile and repeat his words, in English as well. Slowly, using hands gestures as well.

“English again ?” Jinki raises his eyebrows.

“Mark is Canadian.” Jonghyun replies, beating his husband to it. “But he’s only three so even in his mother tongue, it’s still a bit difficult. Even more when he’s also learning Korean.”

“Three years old… is it good for him to be in this class ?”

“More than you think, because since he’s learning two languages at the same time, it’s better for him to be in a smaller class with few other kids who also are in his case, than in a big group with only kids who talk better, if I can say.”

“You got a point.” Kibum agrees. “He’s so cute, look at him pouting while listening…”

“Taemin is taking this habit, he thinks it will work the same with us and we will give him everything he wants.” Minho quietly laughs. “He wanted to have red eyes to go with his costume and when we explained him that he was way too young for lenses, he just pouted, thinking we would give in to him.”

“And then he said that uncle Kibum would let him, so we were mean parents for around ten minutes.” Jonghyun adds, smiling.

“Since the day I bought him an ice cream behind your back, he thinks I would give him absolutely everything without you knowing.” Their friend rolls his eyes with a smile. “I don’t know if he’s smart or a cute dummy.”

Before they can go on with their not so discreet conversation, the four adults get interrupted by Baekhyun clapping his hands once as he’s done with his speech. The six kids get up all together and go to the low coat rail next to the door, putting their jackets on — with their teacher’s permission, they keep it open so their costume isn’t hidden. The couples smile at the way two kids quickly offer their help to their youngest friend, the little Mark struggling to slip his small coat on because of his pumpkin costume.

“We’re ready to go.” Baekhyun tells his fellow adults as he catches his keys. “Kids must stay all together during the whole outing, but I’m not worried, they have no struggle sticking together.”

“We’ll just make sure they don’t run everywhere.” Jonghyun replies. “Do they have bags ?”

“Yes, I bought some. They have each a pumpkin shaped bag so there’s no jealousy !”

“Excellent.”

Following the teacher’s instructions, Jinki and Minho leave the classroom and wait at the school’s door. While Jonghyun and Kibum will bring up the rear, the six children catch their respective bag and line up by pairs, holding hands — this cute show causes a nervous giggle from the Hades-dressed man.

“Don’t forget, while we’re outside, you keep your friend’s hand in yours !” Baekhyun reminds the kids before letting them leave the classroom two by two, pretending to count them to keep the habit. “Taemin and Jongin, check ! Taeyong and Mark, check ! Yukhei and Ten, check ! We’re free to go.”

The last two adults follow them, switching the lights off, and the whole group is finally heading to their mischievous sweets hunt.

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Half an hour passed and the streets are full of children wearing various costumes, their adult relatives not always playing this game but showing their involvement in other ways. For sure, the joyfully spooky group wandering with five grown adults disguised for the occasion and six kids blathering around them draws people’s attention. Among them, Jonghyun and Kibum definitely catch a few children’s eye, to the point they even took pictures with perfect strangers… making their own bunch of monsters jealous.

But these little mishaps are quickly forgotten as the pumpkin shaped bags are getting filled more and more by time passing. People opening their doors always come with their hands full of sweets, some with homemade pastries containing pumpkin or lollipops with ghosts, bats or spiders shapes. What makes the school’s group more special is the way three voices stand out when shouting the famous trick or treats, their respective accent or light pronunciation mistakes easy to hear. It only moves whoever they visit to ask for their sweet treasure, the cute little Mark often getting an extra piece.

But night is falling and it becomes darker outside, which forces the teacher to gather his students and keep them around to always have an eye on them. If they were given some freedom at the beginning, though they were well watched, it isn’t possible anymore and Baekhyun earns some pouts and whines in return. Fortunately, a simple stare from him added to Jonghyun and Minho’s quiet, disapproving look is enough for all children to stop any attempt of protesting. It is announced that they will resume their hunt for twenty more minutes before heading back to the school, and it’s Kibum who soothes the sudden tensed atmosphere.

“Kids, what’s with those faces ?” He asks, crouching to be at their eyes’ level. “It’s like a race, isn’t it ? Let’s gather as many sweets we can within twenty minutes, then you will all be rewarded by the biggest cake you’ve ever seen !”

“Cake ?” Yukhei’s eyes seem to light up as he perfectly understood that word.

“Yes, a cake I made especially for you, but it grew a head on our way to the school ! What if we spend too much time outside and it grows legs ? And runs away ?”

“Oh no !” Jongin and Taemin cry out, making the adults giggle since they’re the oldest children in the group, yet the most oblivious about the trick.

“See ?” Jonghyun smiles while he leans on to wipe some dirt on his son’s cheek — how did he even get it ? “We must be fast if we don’t want the cake to escape. So no more talking, it’s wasting time ! Go, fetch some more candies !”

The previous disappointment makes space for a whole new excitement, five little heads bouncing away as they start running to another house. Despite him calling them back to respect the rule, Baekhyun finds himself completely out of the picture ; as he follows them close, he’s joined by Minho who tends to have a well-needed authority on all these kids. The only child who doesn’t follow is Mark, the boy holding his bag of candies with both his small hands and yawning.

“Are you alright, sweetheart ?” The Hades-dressed man asks him, making the kid look up at him with innocent eyes.

“You okay ?” Kibum asks in his turn, choosing English and pointing at the bag. “Want me to hold this ?”

“Ho’d me pwease.” Mark answers as he stretches his arms towards the horned man and drops his treasure.

Surprised at first, the adult hesitates but is quickly defeated by the child’s adorable pout ; instead of taking him in his arms, he crouches and lets Jinki place Mark on his shoulders.

“Hold there.” The oldest man says as he motions the boy’s hands to the horns. “Don’t let them go !”

Once the kid is safe and resting on Kibum’s shoulders, his little face fitting perfectly between the horns with his chin on the top of the adult’s head, the latter’s boyfriend picks the bag up and puts some fallen sweets inside before the four of them join the group of monsters threatening neighbors with evil tricks and laughters. Although one of the children isn’t with his friends, Taeyong is always making sure to ask for extra candies, showing their younger classmate behind with his polite hand to prove he’s not asking for himself.

The twenty minutes go by rather quickly, neither the kids nor the adults realizing it. At some point, Minho is holding Ten on his back and Yukhei’s hand in his, while the other three are still way too excited to stay still. It’s almost chaos, but the return to school isn’t as bad as it could have been. The five men manage to make the whole group walk back without even telling them it’s the way back. It’s only when they recognize the building’s yellow door and stickers on the windows that they understand.

Before any of them can protest, Baekhyun opens the door and calls each of their name, telling them that to enter they must show their treasure. He pretends to inspect the bags’ content and to hesitate to let some enter… what makes them even more eager to actually go inside. Eventually, they’re all back in the classroom, sitting around the gathered tables and showing each other their finds. During the meantime, Minho and Jinki bring an extra table for all adults to fit — though they must sit on the floor since it’s quite low.

Within a few minutes and before some of the kids can start bickering about their respective amount of candies, their improvised dinner arrives on the table and leaves them in awe. It’s only a few sandwiches, but cut in pieces that form the shapes of several Halloween creatures and objects — pumpkins, bats, witches’ hats or ghosts. The flavors are different to suit everyone’s taste, and both kids and adults don’t need to be asked twice before they start devouring whatever is under their reach.

The whole table is a joyful mess of chit-chat and sharing of food among the children ; Taeyong keeps grabbing new pieces of sandwiches and gives them to his friends before taking one for himself, which touches the adults’ hearts. So young and already so caring… while Taemin is literally kneeling on his chair and almost throwing his body on the table to catch what he wants, to the despair of his parents.

“Are you behaving like that at home ?” Minho frowns at him, making his son immediately sit properly and offer both his open hands so his father can give him the sandwich he wants. “That’s better, eat well. Babe, what do you want ?”

“I’m saving myself for later, don’t mind me.” Jonghyun smiles, though he blushes at the way he’s called by his husband in front of so many people. “Eat, I’m waiting for the cake.”

“Yah, will you ask me what I want ?” Kibum suddenly teases his boyfriend, the latter immediately straightening up and swallowing his own food. “No, Jinki, I’m kiddi—”

“There, a whole plate for you !” Jinki offers him a few pieces at once and pouring water in his glass. “Want more, baby ?”

“You asked for it, why are you even blushing.” The tallest man laughs heartily, nudging his best friend whose face turned red.

“Can I have ?”

Mark’s sudden intervention as he pokes Kibum’s arm and points at a sandwich is welcomed with quite a relief from the latter. The horned man immediately grants the kid’s request and makes sure to give him all the attention he needs to forget about his annoying friends — sometimes he hates himself for indeed asking for it and not owning up to what he’s done. He’s so sweating after a few minutes that he makes the huge mistake to remove his headdress and scares the youngest children, what obviously is another occasion for him to be kindly mocked by his friends.

He finds a way to escape and breathe some fresh air when no more sandwich can be seen on the table and it’s thus time for dessert. As he stands up and heads to the kitchen, Jinki following him to lend a hand and stealing him some kisses to make up for earlier, all kids pile their plates up and put all rubbish in one, just like they’re taught at the canteen. As soon as they’re done, they can’t help but stand gaping with their eyes sparkling, when the trolley with the cake finally makes its entrance.

In fact, it’s the biggest cake they’ve ever seen ! And just like Kibum said, there is a big head on the top !

“It didn’t grow legs !” Taemin shouts with his tiny, excited voice as he applauds, imitated by his classmates.

“No, it didn’t !” Jinki smiles. “That’s because you went fast earlier, it didn’t have time. It takes almost an hour to grow two legs !”

“Woah, that’s long !” Jongin widens his eyes and stares at his own legs. “Mine are short, I think it wasn’t as long.”

As soon as Taemin answers his best friend, adults know it’s a lost case ; they take advantage of the smart-like discussion that has all other kids staring at the two talking, to cut the cake. It’s quite a hard task, for the dessert is big and its creator wants each child to have a similar portion to avoid jealousy. It takes a few minutes but every plate is eventually filled with a big slice of cake, a few sugar paste characters and a part of the white chocolate skull. Naturally, adults get a bigger portion but it doesn’t seem to bother the kids.

They’re too busy covering their chin and cheeks with sugar and chocolate, filling their mouths before they even empty them. Just like them, Jonghyun is not hiding himself behind his “responsible parent’s status” anymore, as he devours the cake like he hasn’t eaten anything in weeks.

“I still can’t reduce his sugar consommation.” Minho sighs, pretending to be out of patience. “How can I make Taemin understand why he can’t eat so much sugar if I have this person doing the opposite ? How ?”

“You’re exaggerating, I only eat candies when he doesn’t look.” His husband retorts, filling his mouth again. “It’s too good.”

“I can grant you that. It’s really good, but damn… must have been long to bake that.”

“Tell me about it !” Kibum laughs. “I got up at eight to do the groceries and started baking right after I got home. I’ve been in the kitchen all day long, it’s a relief that Jinki came back from work early.”

“You were almost done when I came to help.” The latter smiles, rarely comfortable when being praised. “My part was only the decoration.”

“It’s a success, that’s for sure.” Baekhyun comments, showing the kids. “Though I don’t know if we’ll finish it today. Do you mind if we keep it in the fridge and I’ll serve the rest tomorrow for dessert ?”

“Of course I don’t ! It’s better here than at my place, we’re supposed to be on a sugar diet.”

“Teach Jonghyun, please.”

Minho’s comment was welcomed by a gentle hit on his shoulder, his husband frowning and his cheeks filled with cake — which made the whole scene laughable. All adults keep talking, giving the children a bit of freedom as they’re done eating ; they wander around the classroom, playing with the available toys or digesting in a calm way. It was quite a big day for them, tiredness starting to make its presence felt as the clock shows half past eight.

It’s at around that time that the kids’ parents are supposed to come fetch them, and Baekhyun keeps alert to hear the intercom. As a way to wait and also to thank the four men for their help, he offers them a cup of coffee to finish this great dinner. Minutes flow by, the teacher occasionally standing up to go to the front door, letting a parent — or two — enter and come to the classroom. Jonghyun, Minho, Kibum and Jinki receive a lot of thanks for their volunteer job, letting Taemin’s parents know that he is always welcomed at their place for a sleepover.

The room is slowly getting empty, and while Jonghyun is holding his son against him, the latter feeling sleepy and sucking on his thumb as he’s being rocked, the other three men help with the cleaning. Taeyong is the last kid to leave and only Jongin remains since he’s sleeping at his best friend’s home tonight. Once everything is as new, more or less, it’s time for everyone to go home and get a well deserved rest. Minho struggles a bit to get Taemin dressed with his coat, the boy half sleeping in his other dad’s arms and not really responsive.

When they’re all warmly dressed and standing in the hallway, Jonghyun holding his now asleep son and his husband keeping the other boy’s hand in his, Baekhyun respectfully bows to express his gratitude.

“The kids really enjoyed this little party.” He says. “It wouldn’t have been possible without you so I thank you with all my heart. They’re working so hard during school days, I’m glad they could have this break for such a good occasion.”

“There is no need to thank us.” Jinki answers, smiling. “We had fun too.”

“They’re all adorable, it was nice being here.” Kibum nods. “Don’t hesitate if you ever need help again, I’m not sure we can be available but you can always ask.”

“I will. And I might see you again, if you ever come for Taemin at the end of a day ?”

“Certainly !”

“We will go, now.” Minho says, a tint of mischief in his eyes. “Should we expect another little party once we get closer to Christmas ?”

Laughing, Baekhyun puts his finger against his lips to keep the secret, before he leads his guests to the back door. With one last goodbye and bow, they separate and head to the parking lot. Taemin and Jongin get in the first car, sitting well in their car seat — there is always a spare one in case — and the adults hug each other.

“Thanks for coming.” Jonghyun says as he hugs Kibum. “It was really good, you didn’t have to do so much though.”

“It was my pleasure, don’t worry.” The other man winks at his friend. “And I was sure it wouldn’t only please the kids so I’m proud.”

“Do you want to come over this Saturday evening ?” Minho asks. “It’s been a while since we had dinner together.”

“Hmm… Alright, but I’m bringing the dessert.”

“That’s fine with me !”

“Perfect. Go, you’ll catch a cold, standing here. See you, text me when you’re home.”

“Yes dad.”

Shaking his head, the tallest man gets in the car, imitated by his husband who takes place behind the wheel. Both Jinki and his fiancé get in their and they leave all together. On their way, Kibum looks at the few pictures he took on his phone during the whole evening, never missing an occasion to make precious memories with his nephew — and tonight, with five other kids he kinda wants to see again sometimes.

“I will send this one to Mr Byun.” He says, showing a picture of all kids with their treasure to his boyfriend when they stop at a red light. “It would be great if he can hang it in the classroom.”

“Send it to Jonghyun too, he will like it.” Jinki smiles, hitting the road again once the light turns green. “Did you have fun ?”

“Yes, lots of fun. You didn’t talk much, though.”

“I enjoy things rather quietly, you know that. But I will certainly come forward if we’re being invited again. These kids are really kind.”

“Did you see how the little one always came to me ? I thought I was going to melt.”

“Does it make you want to have a child of your own ?”

“I’ve wanted one for a while, even since Taemin arrived in our life… But let’s get married before, okay ?”

“Of course, love. And until then, we might see these five again for Christmas… who knows ?”

“Who knows…”

Smiling, Kibum keeps looking at his phone during the whole way back. Even when they get home, he tells his fiancé that he will join him in the living room later, as himself goes to his room. There, he takes his tablet and stylus, sending himself the picture of the children and opening his favourite editing application. Meticulously, he decorates the sober photography by drawing Halloween ornaments here and there, without making it too overbearing.

He makes sure to write each kid’s name above their head or under their feet: Taemin the vampire, Jongin the skeleton, Taeyong the cute Darth Vader, Ten the terrific but adorable Pennywise, Yukhei the ghost and Mark the little pumpkin. He then notices the perfect empty space on top of the picture.

There, after a long reflection, he finds the words he wants. After he put the date in the bottom right-hand corner, he writes a title in a funny font that suits the occasion : “A super spooky night”.

End

#shinee #onew #jonghyun #key #minho #taemin #superm #baekhyun #kai #taeyong #lucas #mark #ten #halloween #kids au #fluff #exo #nct

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Tomato Blood

Member: Baekhyun (EXO)

Prompt: 4. “How long have you been dead?” “50 years.” “Damn. Guess I missed the funeral then.”

Rating: PG-13

WC: 798

Genre/AU: New Orleans Voodoo!AU

↳ part of my Halloween drabble game

The thick, syrupy air of New Orleans is hotter than hell, if you care for that particular metaphor.

Dante dictates that hell is cold. Hell is the absense of heat, of warmth and of love – and yet the most abominable of crimes are committed in the deepest throes of passion. Passion, above all else, demands heat.

Narrowing his eyes, Baekhyun slouches in his seat. The porch sags dutifully beneath him, putting up the barest front of what it was designed to do: which was support the house. Technically, it fulfills this criteria but in all other ways remains willfully obstinate. Under duress, the porch may perform as requested, but it won’t like it and the results won’t be pretty.

Honestly, this is fine by Baekhyun. He tends not to trust overly pretty things. Yawning again, Baekhyun stretches both arms overhead to rub sleep from his eyes – he is careful, very careful, not to smudge his black eyeliner. This lends him an aura of mystery, of enchantment and above all, Baekhyun’s aura is not to be tampered with. Mainly because the tourists have come to expect it and the tourists – along with their gullible, overflowing wallets – are Baekhyun’s main source of income.

Not that anyone should judge him for it.

He only does what he has to in order to survive and besides, everyone uses their talents while at work. Baekhyun’s talents just happen to be... different from others. Spreading both hands before him, Baekhyun watches sparks drift over his fingers. They sink into the skin at the base of his fingers, alighting on his nails to illuminate that yes, he’s in desperate need of a trim.

Frowning, Baekhyun remedies this oversight. His nails instantly shrink and in return, a slow pulse of energy drains from his soul. With a flick of his hand, Baekhyun conjures a glass of deep scarlet to his table. Tomato juice, straight from his kitchen. Tomatoes are incredibly high in Vitamin C, which is an excellent source of magic replenishment.

The tomato juice also has the effect of looking like blood, which contributes to whole ambiance thing.

Mid-way through his glass, you appear in the door.

Appear is the best word for it, because one second, you aren’t there and the next second – poof! Baekhyun blinks, setting down his glass and this is when he notices the second odd thing about you (the first, of course, being how you appeared in his door).

You can’t enter.

When you take a step forward, it’s as though your feet become nailed to the porch. Perhaps the damn wood has finally awoken and decided to perform its duty – i.e., protecting Byun Baekhyun from intruders, both corporeal and not. That’s what Baekhyun hexed it to do, after all, even if the inanimate object rarely listens to him in the long-term.

Tilting his head to one side, Baekhyun observes you.

When you try to move again and fail, a loud huff leaves your lips – and Baekhyun realizes your hair doesn’t blow upwards. Likely because there’s no wind from your lips to blow, no breath left in your body.

“How long have you been dead?” Baekhyun asks, merely curious.

Freezing in place, your gaze flicks to his. Uncertainty crosses your expression for the barest of moments, as though very few people have guessed this about you.

A smile tugs at Baekhyun’s lips. Clearly, you haven’t been hanging with the right sort of crowd.

With an endearing shrug – oh, you are very good at being let in, Baekhyun decides – you glance over one shoulder. “50 years? Give or take.”

“Damn.” Baekhyun drains the rest of his glass; a precautionary measure. “Guess I missed the funeral, then. My condolences.”

Returning to him, your eyes seem to spark. “So, you know what I am? You can tell that I’m, well...?”

“Dead?” Baekhyun supplies. He nods. “It’s kind of obvious, no?”

“To me it is.” Aimless, you shrug. “But then, most people consider my existence to be impossible. And it’s hard for people to see something they don’t think exists.”

Baekhyun smiles again. “Very true.”

You seem to lose some of your interest in what Baekhyun understands, your gaze traversing his shop to land on the empty glass. “Was that blood?” you ask curiously.

“Of a tomato.”

“Hm.” Your gaze returns to his. “You’re strange.”

“You’re one to talk, ghost.”

When he says this, you laugh – an impossibly bright sound which sounds almost alive. Almost.

A chill travels his spine, as the thought makes Baekhyun’s stomach twist. Studying you again, he attempts to categorize you and finds himself unable. You don’t seem malevolent but then again, the worst kinds of spirits rarely do.

“What are you here?” he asks finally.

Equally abrupt, all traces of laughter disappear from your face. Staring bleakly at Baekhyun, your gaze becomes stormy. The air around his home chills, which – given his home’s location in the middle of hell – is a rather impressive feat. You’re strong, for such a young spectral.

“I want your help finding my killer,” you say softly. After another moment, you smile and the swamp instantly brightens. “And then, I want them to pay.”

#Halloween drabble game #baekhyun fanfic #exo fanfic #baekhyun writing #exo writing #baekhyun au #exo au #baekhyun #exo #baekhyun drabble #exo drabble

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My sights become dark When you stare at me The sound of your breathing You’re the one that makes me crazy

Growl - EXO (Vampire!Baekhyun Moodboard)

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A/N: Ah, finally! I updated the Halloween Series...I was really busy with school so yeah...I really hope you’ll enjoy this one shot and please leave feedback, it would mean a lot! Since you never tell me guys what you think about my writings I don’t know and feel insecure, so please do that! Moodboard created by the amazing @sun-moon-and-pcy !

Genre: Supranatural AU, Vampire/Moroi AU

Author: bvidzsoo

Warning: swearing and a little of sexual things

Pairing: Yixing x Reader

Word count: 6, 394

Summary: You find players everywhere. Zhang Yixing was your player boy, and if being a simple player boy isn’t enough…he was the most charming moroi (vampire with royal blood) in the whole academy. He knew it and profited of it, but when you’re linked to a person like him, life isn’t easy. Y/N was a damphire (half human, half vampire), and on top of that she was Yixing’s guardian. If you think all these aren’t that bad, having him all day in your head and seeing what he does, I think might change your thoughts. But what if, all Yixing was doing, was to catch your attention?

Y/N Heves. Descendent of a Hungarian Dhampir mother and a Korean Moroi father, nice combination, right? But first of all, what is a Moroi? Moroi’s are vampires with royal blood, well...not everyone has royal blood, but they are the good vampires. Moroi’s don’t live forever, the sunlight doesn’t kill them, but their main source of life is blood. What a Dhampir is? Well, we are half human, half vampire. I have no problem with walking in the sunlight and I prefer real food, not blood. But we can survive with blood too. Why are there Dhampir’s? Aren’t Moroi’s enough? Well...not really. You see, there are vampires called, Strigoi. Now, these guys are bad...they kill without mercy, they die if you rip their heads off or implant a silver stake in their heart. They also can’t go out if there’s sunlight, because it would burn them. And all they want is blood. Trust me, not your type of people. If you thought Moroi’s are special enough by now...I have something else to tell you. Moroi’s aren’t just good vampires, they also have powers. There are four or five, in my case. Water, Fire, Wind, Earth and—Spirit. The Spirit is not well known, because there are only a few of them with this power. How did I discover it? It’s not a pleasant memory, but I’m willing to tell you.

I’m the daughter of Elena Heves, one of the most well known and respected female Dhampir guardians. The thing is—that I never really got to know her, she was busy protecting a Moroi family. And my father—well—I don’t know him either. I was told he’s dead and that he gave me to the Zhang family, who he was close friends with, and they were rather happy to take me in and raise me up. So just like that, the family I consider my real family are the Zhang’s. I was raised by Moroi’s, not that I mind. I always had everything, from things I wanted to love. The Zhang’s had a boy, Yixing. He was always a shy, cute and friendly little boy. But as the years passed, he changed. He became a handsome guy, and he profited of it. He played around with girls, shamelessly. From the friendly little boy, he became an arrogant prick. Two years ago, Yixing and I were out. It was summer and it was warm, we sneaked out and went for a walk. We were supposed to sleep at that hour. Like you know, Moroi’s had a power they mastered in. By fifteen years, your prominent power shows...but at Yixing it was different. He didn’t know which was his power, and he was frustrated. So if you wonder what we were doing outside at night...we were practicing. I was helping him.

“Yixing, if you keep looking at me, the water won’t raise up.” I rolled my eyes.

“What if I want to move your hair?” He scoffed.

“I thought we were exercising water?” I swung my legs in the air.

“I feel like doing wind.” He shrugged, walking closer to me.

“Alright, do it then.” I nodded, starring at him. Yixing stopped in front of me, furrowing his eyebrows and concentrating on my face. I raised an eyebrow at him, and chuckled at his focused face.

“So? What are we moving?”

“Ugh—If you don’t keep quiet I can’t do it.” Yixing glared at me.

“Alright, I’ll give you two minutes.” I chuckled, crossing my arms in front of my chest and waited for him. Yixing huffed, his fingers twitching. I tried hiding my smile, he couldn’t do it and he was getting angry. Before I could mock him for it...a big gush of wind pushed me back, and if it wasn’t for Yixing’s good reflexes I would have fallen into the fountain with water.

“Yixing!” I exclaimed “Why did you do that?”

“Sorry! But you were smiling and it annoyed me and—I only wanted to move your hair.” He pulled me close to him, his heart beating fast.

“Yeah, you caught me, so it’s fine.” I chuckled, my cheeks flushed at the close contact.

“Let’s get you off there.” Yixing lifted me up, placing me on the ground.

“Thanks.” I whispered, staring at the ground, my heart beating fast. Yixing chuckled, no contact anymore between us. I looked up, but saw no one.

“Yixing?” I asked confused, he was here...hugging me a few seconds ago. There was no answer.

“Yixing?” I asked again, starting to walk around “It’s not funny, where are you?” The night suddenly felt chillier, I shivered. There was a light breeze, I started walking towards the road, where the lamppost’s were giving light.

“Yixing, please come out! It’s not funny, I’m—scared!” I shouted, hoping he would stop his stupid game. I was turning in the same circle, hoping to catch a glimpse of him. But he was nowhere, and in my desperation to find him—I missed the car with a drunken driver coming towards me. In the next moment, what I felt was the air leaving my lungs aggressively...strong wind around me and then—a big hit on my back and head. I whined when I landed on the ground, rolling onto my back. The car has disappeared, and my head was hurting. I tried focusing on one thing, but darkness started to envelope my whole being. I could hear someone talking to me, but I wasn't able to tell who or what it was saying. A bright light blinded my vision, and a tall man appeared in front of me. He had hazel eyes just like mine.

“Darling, what are you doing here?” He asked, concern written all over his face.

“Who are you?” I asked, my voice small.

“Your father, Hyungsik.”

“My father, but then—am I dead? That car—" Suddenly everything came back, me being on the road, missing the car with drunken driver, I was...hit and now...I'm dead.

“You are not dead, at least not yet.” My father answered with a smile.

“But—Is that a good thing?” I asked unsure.

“Someone really loves you out there, and he's trying to bring you back. And it's working.” Father chuckled.

“I'm not going to die?”

“No, goodbye darling. Don't forget I love you, and you are strong, you'll get through this.” Father smiled and waved at me, the air left my lungs and pain entered my whole body.

“Y/N, Y/N...Y/N please wake up...I can't lose you...mom and dad will kill me...Y/N, I can't lose you, wake up!” Yixing shouted sobbing, his hands resting on my stomach, I felt a tingling sensation enter my whole body, the pain partially gone. I groaned, my eyes slowly opening.

“Y/N...what—Y/N...you are alive, but you were—”

“Dead?” I gasped out, a headache taking over “I know.”

“You know?” Yixing asked shocked.

“My dad told me.” I sat up, my back aching.

“You saw him?”

“Yeah, he told me to come back.” I looked around “But—what happened? How did you bring me back?”

“Uhm..I don't know...I kept calling you and you woke up.” I touched you and you woke up.

“Wait, what did you say?” I asked my eyes widening, he did not move his lips and I heard his voice in my head.

“That I kept calling—”

“No, not that. After.” I pressed, my heart beating faster.

“I didn’t say anything after that, Y/N.” Yixing furrowed his eyebrows.

“Maybe you thought it?”

“What do you mean?”

“I touched you and you woke up?”

“How—what—how did you do that?” Yixing asked taken aback.

“I don’t know, I just suddenly heard you saying it.” I shrugged.

“That’s weird, I—oh.” Yixing closed his eyes, clutching his head.

“Hey, what happened? Yixing?” I touched his shoulder and before I could react he went limp, falling into me “Yixing? Yah, Yixing! It’s not funny, stop joking! Yixing!” But I didn’t get an answer from him...and just like that, we became linked. Or as we call it, I became Shadow Kissed. If it wasn’t for Yixing, I would be dead now...but if back then I’d know what the prize was with being linked to Yixing—maybe I would wish he let me die and be with dad.

Life at Saint Iacob’s Academy wasn’t the easiest, we had homework, the usual training a day, occasional class meetings and Yixing. Because life without Yixing wouldn’t be life, his words not mine.

“Come on, Y/N!” Yeri with her big eyes beamed at me, pulling me outside on the hallway.

“Just a little bit, Yeri—ugh, why can’t you wait?” I exclaimed, rolling my eyes. I still had to pull my hair in a ponytail and zip up my skirt.

“Class is starting soon!” She exclaimed, tucking in my white shirt and zipping up my skirt.

“We have half an hour ‘till then!” I exclaimed not believing what was I hearing.

“But until we walk there...come on Y/N! We can’t be late!” She dragged me after her.

“Is this about Minseok? Are we going quicker so you can see him?” I asked, narrowing my eyes at Yeri.

“Uh, I—” Her grip loosened on my arm “No, of course not! I just don’t want to be late.”

“Yeri, since when do we know each other?” I smiled at her.

“Five years?”

“Exactly, I can tell when you lie. You just want to see him!” I teased her, chuckling.

“Okay, and so what?” She exclaimed, her eyes wide, looking at me.

“Nah, it’s fine. I know you like him a lot.” I patted her shoulder. I want to fucking punch his pretty little face! I rolled my eyes at Yixing, of course...looking for fights like always.

“What are you rolling your eyes at? I didn’t say anything!”

“It’s Yixing, not you.” I sighed.

“What did he do?”

“He’s looking for a fight, again.” I rolled my eyes.

“I will never get used to your bond..it’s so strange.” Yeri shivered. Yeri was one of the few people that knew about the bond.

“Just—let’s go. Minseok is with Yixing, and they are heading for class as well.”

“Really?” Yeri beamed.

“Yes.”

“At times like this—I really like this bond thing.” She chuckled, running ahead. I shook my head and quickened my peace in order to catch up. The night was not too cold but not too warm either. It was the beginning of September, when the weather was still acceptable. The Academy was lit by torches, like in the medieval times. This school, is kinda old fashioned, not that I’m complaining. We do have computers and stuff like that, but I guess vampires like old fashioned things. Why am I up at midnight?, you wonder….because things here are a little bit different. We go to school at night, while we sleep at daytime. Weird at first, pretty okay after you get used to it.

Someone knocked into me and I was ready to punch, when Sehun jumped in front of me.

“Y/N, my favorite person in the world. How’s your night?” He rested his arm around my shoulder, a smirk on his face.

“So far, it’s been fine.” I smiled at him, kissing his cheek.

“Y/N, are you—hello Sehun—coming?” Yeri tapped her feet against the ground.

“Yes, I am!” I rolled my eyes, for the nth time.

“Why is she so eager to get to class? She’s not a nerd, this Moroi is so weird.” Sehun shook his head.

“Minseok.” I chuckled.

“Ah, tell me no more.” Sehun laughed, and we entered class. Yes, Yeri is a Moroi, a fire user. And no, Sehun isn’t a moroi...he is a Dhampir, just like me, Minseok, Jongdae and Kyungsoo. The class was loud, everyone laughing over something. Sehun and I made our way to our group of friends. Jongdae had his arm around Irene, her girlfriend while Junmyeon was chatting with Joy, his sister. Baekhyun was busy sleeping, while Chanyeol and Jongin were busy speaking and laughing loudly. Kyungsoo was sitting beside Minseok and Yeri, his legs propped up on the table, while the other two were speaking timidly, like two love sick teenagers. And Yixing, well he was Yixing...so he was busy starring at a Moroi girls ass, but once sensing me enter the room he focused his gaze on Sehun and I.

“Little Moroi is starring again.” He chuckled, his mouth close to my ear.

“Shall we put on a show for him?” I raised an eyebrow at Sehun.

“Anything for the lady.” He chuckled and nuzzled his face in the crock of my neck. I chuckled and playfully pushed his chest away. Once we neared the table, Sehun leaned against it and pulled me in between his legs.

“Oh, like this?” I whispered at him, surprised by his actions.

“Too much?” Sehun chuckled.

“I don’t know.” I shrugged, glancing at Yixing, who’s jaw was tightly closed. He could play around with girls but not me? Seriously, get a grip boy!

“You smell nice, like always.” Sehun said loudly enough, patting my hair.

“Thanks.” I smiled sweetly at him.

“Today we have combat class, right?”

“Yep.” I nodded, an eyebrow raised at him.

“Can’t wait for it—I’m going to see you in tight clothes.”

“You are a perv, Sehun.” I pushed his chest with a roll of my eyes, only to be pulled into a hug by him.

“Can you stop doing that on my table?” Yixing asked, his voice tight. I could feel the anger radiating off him.

“Got a problem, bro?” Sehun asked, voice cold, an eyebrow raised. They weren’t the bestest of friends.

“Yes, you are almost fucking on my table and that annoys me. Get a room.” Yixing spat.

“What’s your problem?” I asked, my voice raised “You can bang a girl on the teacher’s desk but I can’t hug a guy while leaning against the table?”

“Exactly, you can’t.” Yixing smirked, taking a deep breath.

“Cut it off, asshole. You are so annoying, I don’t know why Y/N still befriends you.” Sehun glared at Yixing.

“Sehun—it’s fine. You know why.” I tapped his chest, pulling away from his grip and sat down beside Kyungsoo. Sehun sighed and walked to his seat, between Joy and Junmyeon. Fucking asshole, I’m going to leave him without his teeth. Speaking like that to me...touching Y/N. Who the fuck does he think he—

“Stop!” I glared at Yixing “Just shut up! I don’t want to hear it!” Other people looked at us, they clearly didn’t know I was speaking to Yixing who didn’t even move his mouth.

I don’t care what you want, you both are asses. And stop shouting, people think you are crazy. I looked at him with a glare, to be met with a smirk.

“Ignore him.” Kyungsoo said, not even glancing at me.

“That’s what I’m trying.” I nodded, not looking at him either.

“He will realize soon, very soon.” He muttered.

“Realize what?” I asked, my eyebrows furrowed.

“His stupidity.” Kyungsoo slowly rolled his head towards me, face serious.

“What are you talking about?” I asked confused.

“When the time will come—you will know.” He winked, than turned back to stare at the blackboard. I stared down at the book in front of me, wondering what he meant. Yixing couldn’t possibly like me, I wasn’t his type. Besides, we grew up together...he sees me as his sister. And he’s also rude to me, something that proves that somewhere along the road he started hating me. It’s fine by me, I can’t say it doesn’t hurt...and there’s no reason why I should lie, I like him...but he doesn’t, if the bond wouldn’t exist, I’m sure he’d ignore me completely. Sometimes I wish things would go back to how they used to be, no bond, just us and our friends.

Seulgi and I were stretching by the running field, while Sehun and Minseok were already running and Jongdae and Kyungsoo were with the wrestling team.

“Uh, it’s so tiring to be a Dhampir.” Seulgi whined, while sitting on the ground, stretching her legs.

“Are you saying you’d rather be a Moroi?” I raised an eyebrow at her.

“No, I don’t want to be a Moroi...but we are girls, they should go more easier on us.” She rolled her us, standing up.

“The Strigoi’s won’t go easy on you because you are a girl.” I rolled my eyes, we started running too. It was known, that female Dhampir’s are rare. At the Academy, there are only twenty female Dhampir’s...the rest are males, our life’s at training has never been easy.

Thanks to our good stamina, Seulgi and I stopped running after twenty laps feeling dead. She layed down on the ground and started whimpering like a little kid someone ignores. I stared at her and shook my head, chucking down a whole bottle of water.

“Look at you, all sweaty.” Sehun chuckled, walking up to us. He threw a towel at me.

“Please, at least keep your perverted thoughts to yourself.” I mumbled, while drying myself off.

“Did you bring me a towel too?” Seulgi asked sitting up.

“Oh, I didn’t see you were here too.” Sehun smirked and winked at her. She huffed and sat up.

“You saw me, but I’m not Y/N, so of course you wouldn’t bring me a towel.”

“I’m glad you know how things work around here.” Sehun chuckled, I smiled with pity at Seulgi.

“Here, take this.” Kyungsoo handed a towel to Seulgi with a small smile.

“Oh, thanks.” Seulgi blushed and quickly took the towel. She always had a crush on Kyungsoo, but they are both Dhampir’s, so even if they wanted...their relation would be forbidden.

“Let’s head to hand to hand combat.” Sehun pulled me after him, making me stumble behind him.

“Are you ready to get your ass beaten?” I smirked at him.

“Keep dreaming, little dhampir. You know you can’t beat me.” Sehun smirked back.

“Just because you are bigger doesn’t mean I can’t beat you. Have you seen Jordan? That guy is huge, and I was still able to put him down and leave him with a black eye.” I smiled triumphantly.

“Exactly, Jordan...He’s Jordan, even a Moroi would be able to put him down.” Sehun laughed loudly.

“Not Baekhyun.”

“Even Baekhyun.”

“Are you just bragging about you being so cool, tall, handsome, strong and big? It’s really annoying after a time, Sehun.” I rolled my eyes playfully.

“And you keep saying big as you’d know.” He smirked at me.

“Are you serious? I didn’t mean it like that...god, you are so dirty.” I pushed him away.

“But sweetie, it’s nothing new that I’m big...you’ve known it before too.” He slapped my ass.

“Oh my god, Sehun. Just shut up!” I slapped his firm and wide chest, lining up at the girls side.

“With pleasure, little dhampir.” He bowed, than went to stay in his line too.

“Okay, everyone. Today, I make the pairs.” Miss Lin announced, her voice firm and her long face firm and scary like always.

“Minseok, Jongdae you are together.” Her voice boomed “Seulgi you are with Sehun” Seulgi cracked her knuckles and mouthed to Sehun ‘you are dead’ while he rolled his eyes, “Y/N, your pair will be Kyungsoo.” She stated and continued calling the pairs. I smiled at Kyungsoo and we went to a mattress, where we could practice safely.

“Y/N, I know you are a girl...but I won’t go easy on you.” Kyungsoo stated, getting into an attacking position.

“Please, we both know that’s not necessary.” I grinned at him, mirroring his position.

I grunted when my back made contact with the mattress for the fifth time, “How the hell can you put me down, when not even Jordan is able? Or Sehun?” I mumbled flustered, starring up at the back sky. Kyungsoo was smaller than me, and yet he was able to put me down? What was happening?

“Y/N, stand up.” He held his hand out “You are distracted.”

“No, I’m not.” I glared at our intertwined hands.

“Yes, you are. I tested you, I made twice the same move that even first years are capable of blocking and you didn’t even pay attention.” He sighed, his eyebrows slightly furrowed.

“Maybe you are just too good, and I’m not even that good. Thought of that?” I shrugged, drinking from my water.

“You are just distracted, care to explain?” He sighed, stretching his back.

“I’m not—” I took a deep breath, the wave hitting me again “Okay, it’s Yixing. I have no idea what he’s doing, but my body feels on fire and this stupid warm waves keep hitting me. It feels very bad and it’s frustrating.”

“You could tell him to stop?”

“You are forgetting that the bond works one way...meaning I can’t speak to him or anything, he’s the one that can.” I sighed, getting into the fighting position again.

“Then channel your frustration into your moves, it will help.” Kyungsoo instructed, and I collected my thoughts and took the initiative of the first punch. Kyungsoo jumped away, but didn’t waste time in returning it. I blocked the punch and instead kneeled him in the stomach, earning a grunt from him. He straightened quickly back up and aimed towards my legs, but I was able to block him once again. Suddenly, I could hear some voices in my head...definitely Yixing and a female..but I couldn’t make out the words they were saying. I growled and cursed out loud, what the hell is doing Yixing? He should be at class, learning how to control his power. With a hard punch I aimed towards Kyungsoo’s shoulder, tripped him and successfully pushed him down, landing on top of him.

“See? That wasn’t so bad, you just need to focus on what you are doing.” Kyungsoo chuckled, his hands resting on my thighs.

“Yeah, I should take you as my trainer, you are definitely better than Miss Lin.” I chuckled.

“Not a bad idea, but she wouldn’t be too happy about it.” Kyungsoo flashed me his rare, genuine smile.

“She doesn’t have to find out about it.” I smiled back, but at this point the heat was becoming unbearable...and Kyungsoo touching my thighs wasn’t helping at all. I lowered my head, my lips centimeters away from his neck.

“Y/N, what are you doing?” He asked, confusion lacing his voice.

“I have no idea.” I furrowed my eyebrows when another wave hit me, my lips connected with his neck. Kyungsoo gasped loudly and within a second I was in the air and then on my back. He blocked my legs and both hands.

“You shouldn’t do something like that.” He said, his voice hard.

“I know, I’m very sorry—” My whole face felt on fire, what the hell was I doing? I heard a loud moan, my eyes widened.

“What happened?” Kyungsoo asked, his eyes turning soft.

“Oh my god, I hope Yixing isn’t doing what I think he is.” Kyungsoo helped up, and I brushed my pants down.

“Are you feeling okay?” Kyungsoo asked, not letting entirely go of me.

“I don’t know.” I shrugged, right when I was about to pull away my arm from his grip, I suddenly wasn’t on the field out and practicing. I was in a classroom, with a girl and—Yixing. Oh my God! The girl didn’t have her uniforms shirt on, leaving her in a bra and Yixing was kissing her neck—and yes, she was the one moaning. No wonder why I felt on fire, Yixing was hard, his thoughts filled with dirty things.

“Y/N?” I could hear Kyungsoo calling me.

“Kyungsoo!” I exclaimed, when Yixing’s hands started to travel downwards “Get me out! Oh my God! Please Kyungsoo, you need to bring me out of Yixing’s head!”

“I—I don’t know how!” He stuttered “How do you usually do it?”

“It won’t work, Yixing’s mind is too fogged with other thoughts and he’s too powerful like this, I can’t get out without someone’s help.” I explained. The girl stopped Yixing’s hand, thank you God, and smirked at him.

“You think you are getting it so fast?” She purred at him “You did nothing to deserve it.”

“Oh, you want to play?” Yixing chuckled darkly “Sure kitten, anything for you. Holy mother! I have to get out! I can’t see this, I don’t want to! Please!

“Kyungsoo!” I shouted desperately “Please, I can’t stay in longer—Kyunsoo they are about to do it, please!”

“I—oh my—hang on.” He rushed and suddenly I felt him gone.

“No! Kyungsoo, don’t leave me you asshole!” I whisper shouted, unsure if someone was around me.

“Tell me, what should satisfy you?”

“I have a few things in mind.” The girl chuckled.

“Care to share?”

“Of course, Lay.” Lay? What the hell! His name is Yixing, you bitch. I suddenly felt hands on me, no not on me, on Yixing and—oh hell nah! I have to get the hell out! Yixing had no longer pants on him. I swear to God, Yixing if you don’t keep it in your boxers for a little longer I’ll cut off your dick. I gasped when I felt two hands on my cheeks, yes this time they were really on me.

“Who’s there?” I quietly asked.

“Y/N?”

“Sehun! Please help me, I can’t stay in any longer.” I gripped his wrists tightly.

“Kyungsoo told us, but I—I don’t know what to do.”

“Anything, Sehun just do anything!” The girl didn’t have any skirt on her anymore, I’m going to die if I have to see this, I’m not kidding. I abruptly pulled my head back when I felt something on my lips but Sehun wouldn’t let me, he pulled me closer to him. Was he...were those lips on my lips? I gasped and suddenly was brought out of Yixing’s head, all the heat leaving my body, leaving me shivering. My eyes widened when I saw Sehun’s closed eyes..his lips on mine! I pushed him away, starring wide eyes at the four boys standing in front of me.

“I’m sorry!” Sehun exclaimed “It was Kyungsoo’s idea!”

“No, it wasn’t mine!” Kyungsoo slapped the back of Sehun’s head “Minseok told me to tell you!”

“I didn’t!” Minseok raised his hands in the air “Jongdae whispered it to me!”

“So, what?” Jongdae shurgged, with a lazy grin on his lips “It worked, didn’t it?”

“It worked.” I sighed, crouching down.

“Are you okay, though?” Jongdae asked, concern lacing his voice.

“I’m—fine, don’t worry.” I mumbled.

“Come on, we’ll tell Miss Lin you don’t feel well and I’ll take you back to your room.” Sehun helped me stand up.

“Okay.” I whispered, trailing after him.

Once in front of my room, Sehun stopped me.

“Hey, I’m sorry for kissing you, if that made you feel like this. I didn’t want to do it, but the boys thought it might help.” Sehun scratched the back of his head.

“They thought well, it helped. Thank you, Sehun, I’m very grateful.” I hugged him, inhaling his familiar scent.

“I’m glad I helped and didn’t make you hate me.” He chuckled quietly.

“Don’t worry, you didn’t.” I smiled and pulled away.

“Take a rest and I’ll see you tomorrow. But if Yixing shows up, I’ll break his nose.” Sehun said through greeted teeth.

“No, don’t! I’ll deal with it.” I shook my head and entered my room “Take a rest too.” He nodded and locked the door after me, Yeri had keys too. I threw my things beside my desk and didn’t bother to take anything with me, I headed for the shower. Yeri won’t be back in an hour, so I don’t have to worry. Also, skipping one class won’t kill me. I stripped and went under the arm water. It slowly washed my sweaty body, and for the first time I felt dirty—I felt wounded and my heart was aching. Before I could stop myself, I broke down crying, curling up in a ball, sitting on the cold floor of the shower. This never happened before, I never entered Yixing’s head before when something like this was happening. I just knew what he was doing by his thoughts, seeing it—It’s just worst than ever. The thought of him doing it with any girl because why not? Me never having a chance? It hurts, you know?

I dressed up in my warm pyjamas and went to bed, pulling the covers over my head, crying myself to sleep. From time to time, it was okay to cry.

Someone was softly brushing my hair back, softly breathing besides my head. It was Yeri without a doubt.

“Well, good morning.” She chuckled, once I moved.

“Morning.” I mumbled, not opening my eyes.

“I hope you don’t mind that I crawled into your warm bed.” She whispered.

“No, it’s fine.” I sighed and finally opened my eyes.

“Did you cry all night?” She sighed, her eyes showing pity.

“Just until I fell asleep.” I shrugged, not in the mood to speak.

“Minseok told me what happened, and I don’t need to ask if you are okay, because you aren’t.”

“You are right, I’m not.” I mumbled.

“But—there have been more people who saw Sehun kissing you and—you are both Dhampir’s and—”

“We’ll just say it was on the cheek and they didn’t see right, easy.” I rolled out of bed, getting ready for the day or night, which ever you prefer.

“I don’t know if—”

“Yeri, can you leave me alone today?” I sighed.

“Oh, sure—I understand. You need space, since I’m already done I’ll meet you at the Cafeteria. Will you eat the usual?” Yeri asked, her voice quiet.

“Yes, and thank you.” She nodded and quickly left. I took on my uniform and went to wash my face. My eyes were puffy, and I had bags under them but since I don’ use make up I didn’t cover them. I pulled my hair in a ponytail, took my bag and headed to the Cafeteria. A few whispered when I passed by, maybe it was because they heard about the kiss or because my aura was dark, and I’m usually smiling and very loud. Not today, though.

Once in the Cafeteria, I headed to our table and instead of sitting near Yeri I sat down near Irene, who was a calmer and a more quiet person. She nodded at me, and took the tray of food beside Yeri and placed it in front of me.

“Thank you.” I mumbled and started eating.

“No problem.” She smiled sweetly at me and continued eating. Our table was buzzing, full with life, everyone chatting and laughing. Yeri and Kyungsoo kept glancing at me until I glared at them, trying to tell them it was annoying and that I was fine. Baekhyun joined our table with Joy by his side.

“Morning everyone!” He greeted the table “Y/N, how are you?”

“I have been better.” I sighed, finishing my breakfast.

“I’m sorry about yesterday and that I wasn’t there to help.”

“And how could you possibly have helped, Baekhyun?” I raised my eyebrows at him.

“If I had kissed you, things would have been a little different.” He tried hiding his smile.

“Baekhyun!” Joy exclaimed and hit his arm “Are you serious? Don’t you see she’s clearly hurt by what Yixing did and you tell her things like that?”

“Why would she—oh, I forgot. You like Yixing.” Baekhyun looked down at his food.

“I—” I looked wide eyed at Joy.

“I’m sorry, but they already knew.” Joy looked down, and quietly sipped on her drink. I told her I liked Yixing, hoping she wouldn’t tell anyone…

“If we are already speaking of Yixing, where is he?” Jongdae asked.

“I haven’t seen him this morning.” Jongin said, who was his roommate “He left early.”

“Where’s Sehun?” I asked, searching the table.

“He left after I woke up.” Baekhyun shrugged.

“That’s weird, why—” Irene didn’t have time to finish before I abruptly stood up.

“Oh my God—I have to leave. Don’t wait for me, nor Yixing and Sehun. Just go to class.” I gathered my things quickly and rushed towards one of the study rooms. How could they be so stupid? Not placing the dots together...Yixing and Sehun being gone at the same time? They don’t get on well very much? I don’t know who’s a bigger idiot anymore!

I rushed through the academy, pushing everyone in my way aside, trying to get to the study room faster, before Yixing and Sehun kill each other. I pushed open the heavy door, my bag instantly dropping to the floor.

“Yah!” I shouted “Stop right now!” But did they even pay attention? Of course not. I rushed up to them, and forcefully pulled Sehun off Yixing.

“Are you both deaf? I told you to stop! What the hell are you two idiots doing?!” I glared at both of them, Yixing stood up and touched his dark blue cheekbone.

“He came up on me, punched me.” Sehun glared at Yixing, brushing his bleeding lip.

“And so the big idiot you are—you punch back, right?” I stared annoyed at Sehun, I thought he knew better.

“Yes!” He looked at me, calmer than before. Yixing was quiet, but he was angry. I could feel it radiate from him.

“Sehun, leave. Get changed and go to classes.” I pushed him away.

“And you?” When he held my arm Yixing growled, walking up to us.

“You heard her, get the hell out of here.” He growled.

“And you—”

“Sehun, stop! Just go.” I told him with pleading eyes. He sighed, made eye contact with Yixing and kissed my forehead. Yixing’s jaw tightened and he stood tense beside me until Sehun left the room.

“Now you tell, what the hell is your problem?” I glared at Yixing.

“You tell me, Y/N.” Yixing said through gritted teeth “Why did that stupid Dhampir kiss you yesterday?”

“Seriously? That’s it? That’s why you had to punch him? Amazing.” I rolled my eyes and went to leave, but Yixing was quick to stop me. He took my arm and turned me around.

“I’m not done, Y/N. You think you can just go around and kiss everyone?

“Excuse me—”

“Let them touch you—”

“What the hell—”

“And on top of that, seriously? With Sehun? I thought you have better taste.” Yixing glared at me.

“First of all, what the hell is your problem? Why do you care who I make out with? And yes, Sehun, got a problem with it?”

“Yes, I do.”

“Surprise, I don’t care. Just keep ignoring me like you always do, it’s not that hard right? So why are you getting all angry now?”

“I didn’t give you permission to kiss with Sehun.”

“Since when do I need your permission, who are you, my father?” I glared at him “Curious why he kissed me? It was because of you. If he didn’t kiss me, I’d have had to watch you and that blonde bitch how you fuck, happy now? Or would you prefer me watching?”

“What are you—”

“Yesterday, when you should have been in class—you were busy doing something else. I saw, so don’t deny it.”

“Ella isn’t a bitch.” Yixing rolled his eyes.

“Oh, she isn’t? Okay.” I scoffed, my heart hurting more “Because from my knowledge, everyone who goes to you and is female wants to get in your pants—and only bitches are that desperate—”

“Y/N, shut up!” Yixing growled, he gripped the back of my neck tightly.

“What are you doing? Let go of me.” I glared at him, gripping his wrist.

“We didn’t fuck, I don’t know how much you saw—but we didn’t do it.” He said sighing.

“Oh, really?” I asked not believing him.

“Yes, and stop being sarcastic. Since a time, I’m not—I can’t do it.” He said not looking at me.

“Why? Is your dick not working anymore?” I restrained a chuckle. They aren’t you.

“What did you say?” My grip tightened on his wrist. Yixing looked me in the eyes, his gaze making me uncomfortable. I haven’t done it since a month—I just can’t—they aren’t you. They don’t speak like you, they don’t move like you. They don’t smell like you, they don’t feel like you. They aren’t you, and I can’t do it. I want you, not them. Yes, they are bitches who want to be fucked, but you aren’t. You are Y/N, and I want you.

“What—the hell is wrong with you? Are you drunk?” I asked flustered.

“I punched Sehun because he kissed you, because I’m jealous. I don’t want him kissing you, Y/N. I want to kiss you and hold you, because I like you way too much.” He breathed out, and in the next second I felt his lips on mine. I wasn’t dreaming, right? I kissed back, my lips moving against his warm ones. Yixing pulled me closer, and his breathing was shaky. I bit his lower lip, and he growled in appreciation. Before the kiss could deepen, I pulled away.

“How do I know you aren’t lying?” I asked, my eyebrows furrowed.

“I never told anyone I like them, and you know me better than anyone. You always know how I feel or what I think. I tried hiding the feelings from you, but I don’t want to anymore. And therefore, I like you.” He stared at me with big eyes.

“If you are lying, I’ll beat you up with the help of Sehun, because I like you too.”

“I know.” Yixing chuckled.

“What?”

“Kyungsoo told me.” He started laughing at my horrified face.

“Well thanks for telling me, you just gave me motivation to beat his ass for real at combat.” I smiled at Yixing and peeked his lips.

“Let’s go to class, we don’t want them to have dirty thoughts, right?”

“If you are having dirty thoughts I will know, therefore...try not having them or you might end up with a blue eye.”

“Noted.” Yixing laughed, and pulled me after him.

If he’s lying, he’s dead.

Halloween Series

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baekhyuq · 3 years

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"First Love."| Baekhyun

Siren!Baekhyun

(Halloween One Shot)

Genre: Fluff, Cute Baekhyun being clueless Word Count: 4.4k Mini Playlist

Cloud Nine - EXO

First Love - EXO

Play Date - EXO-CBX

Glued Up - Melanie Martinez

Summary: The sea brought you happiness, and an old friend.

You felt the warm sand between your toes as you soaked in the sunset. You haven’t been to the beach since you were a little girl. You remembered playing with the fish all the time, swimming under the water to try to catch one. You had an adventurous spirit as a child, sneaking off to come to the ocean at night. You would see something in the water and hear a dreamy child’s voice singing. It was like deja vu when you took a seat on the rock, looking out onto the ocean. The wind blew softly, blowing your hair from your face. You felt the salty water splash up against the rock getting your feet wet.

You took out your sketchbook, drawing as you sat on top of the rock. Once you looked back up you realized the sun had began to get lower in the sky. The gorgeous ocean reflecting the orange glow of the sky. You could hear a low humming, it made you jump as you looked around for the sound. You assumed it was a sound from the distance, you took out your phone to check the time. Almost 7pm, it would get dark soon, you should head back for today.

You were stopped by the sound of a dreamy voice, singing. Your eyes widened, you recognized the tune anywhere. The gorgeous singing from your childhood, followed you here. You sat on the rock for longer, wrapping your arms around yourself listening to the singing. Your eyes closed as you swayed yourself side to side, comfortingly.

You heard the singing becoming louder, you fell in love with the voice or the unknown singer. It made you feel as if you were in a trance. You felt something wet touch your knee, your eyes shot open as you came face to face with a man.

His hair was wet and his lashes collected water droplets on them. You felt frozen, you didn’t scream or jump. You felt as if you couldn’t. Your eyes trailed down the mains body, below his torso was…a tail? His bottom half was a fish’s tail. You blinked to decipher if your eyes were playing tricks. You saw his tail again, you felt your heart pounding loudly.

The man stared into your eyes, softly singing to you. His voice was charming and dreamy. It held you captive, you felt yourself drawing closer to the man. His wide eyes scanned your face before he smiles.

“I knew it was you.” He said, you almost are dropped onto the rock, on your back. You gain control of your limbs and you shoot back up, scooting away from the man-fish-person?

“What….are you..?” You’re so terrified you forget how to speak, “You have a fish tail.”

The man chuckles, “I’m a person of the sea.” He answers, “You’re Y/n.” He says a small smile on his lips, he clasps his hands together, resting his chin on them.

“How do you know me?” You question, you’re covered in goosebumps. You’ve never met this man in your life.

“You use to come here, all the time, when we were little.” He answers, it’s as if your heart stops. He knew this small detail of you life? You had to have seen him before. He doesn’t look familiar though, you remembered many faces.

“I don’t remember you…” You say, it causes the man to frown.

“I know..But I remember you. I would sing to you every night you snuck out, you would get in trouble and your mother would come find you.” He reaches up, tucking a strand of hair behind your hair. “You’ve grown up so well.” The gesture makes your cheeks burn red. “How cute.” He smiles at your flustered expression.

“I..” You search for any words to say, you can’t put together a sentence.

“Shh.” He puts a finger to your lips. “I’m just happy you’re here. I’ve missed you.” He wraps his arms around you, embracing you in a hug. You’re taken back but overwhelmed by confusion you hug back.

“I’m just so shocked.” You say, your chin over his shoulder. His chest vibrates from his laugh he lets out.

“It’s okay. Let me introduce myself.” He pulls back. “I’m Baekhyun, I live in the sea. I’m what your kind would call a ‘siren.’ But I do not have bad intentions.” His voice is so smooth and silky it gives you chills.

You nod carefully, “Okay…I can understand that much.” You need time to comprehend how someone like him exists. He knows you from your child hood, but he’s grown like you are now.

Baekhyun smiles, nodding. “I know this is a shock to you, you probably don’t remember back then. You were so young.” He says reminiscing the old days. He would sit on this rock and sing for you from a distance, watching as you would play and dance on the ocean shore.

He wanted to speak to you, to have human interaction. He approached you one night when you snuck out onto the beach. He frightened you with his bottom half of his body. You spoke to him like he was a person and not a monster. You befriended Baekhyun, but forgot about him when you moved away. Baekhyun waited every night to see your foot prints in the sand or see you dance or jump around. But you never came, for years Baekhyun repeated his nightly ritual of checking for you at the exact spot. He gave up after so long. Until today, something was calling him to the shore, like a gravitational pull. He swam to the shore, and saw you on top of the rock he would lay on, admiring you from afar. He couldn’t believe his eyes, he had to find out if it was really you. It was.

“What brings you back?” Baekhyun asks, snapping you out of your daze, staring into his eyes. They’re so brown and full of life.

“I-I moved back here, I missed this place. I wanted to be by the sea.” You answered, you clasp your hands in your lap. “I lost my family, and this place reminds me of them. So I came back.”

Baekhyun frowns, his puppy eyes becoming sad. “Im so sorry.” He rubs your arm. “I-I wish I could comfort you. I’m sorry.” He says apologetically.

You shake your head, “No its okay,” You feel the tears coming on, you can’t hold them back when Baekhyun whispers to you.

“I know what it’s like. I’m all alone in the ocean. Except for the humans that come out.” He gives you a sad smile, “I’m glad you’re here today.”

His words tear at your heart, you can’t imagine being alone out here, all the time.

“I’m glad I’m here too.” You say, your heart feels heavy but when Baekhyun speaks to you it feels lighter. As if he’s taking the pain away. You look down at his bottom half. “So you can’t go on land?” You asks curiously.

Baekhyun thinks, then shrugs. “I’ve never tried, who knows?”

His answer shocks you, surely he would have tried by now. “You have never thought of even trying that?” Baekhyun nods.

“I’m not sure what would happen, I don’t have to be in the water to breathe…so air isn’t a problem.” Baekhyun looks off, as if in thought. “Maybe I should try?”

Your eyes widen when he slides off the rock and swims toward shore, it’s not far so you can see as he begins to hit the sand and pull himself onto land.

You rush to his side, “Do you want my help?” You offer.

“Yes please.” His charming voice says.

You pull him up onto the sand, he sits up, looking around. “Well…I’m not dead yet.” He laughs. The water dries off of Baekhyun almost instantly, he feels himself feel tingly, a sensation he’s never felt before. He looks down to find his tail gone, he has two human legs.

You jump back, landing on your ass as you fall in shock. “B-Baekhyun?” You call, the sudden appearance of legs makes you feel lightheaded. “I-I’ve never had legs before, Y/n. H-how do I use them?” Baekhyun sounds clueless, it tugs at your heart. You slowly crawl toward him, you touch his thigh to see if it’s real. Baekhyun lets out a grunt.

“Hey.” He warns.

“Sorry, just checking.” You stand up, grabbing Baekhyun’s arm pulling him up with you. Baekhyun almost immediately puts all his weight on you, he has no idea how to walk.

“Woah!” You shout as you try to hold up the, now very tall man. “Hang onto me,” You say, “Put one of your legs in front of the other, that’s how you’ll walk.”

Baekhyun hesitantly tries, slowly putting one leg in front of the other. He’s taking small steps but it’s working.

“Oh my god.” He says excitedly. “Y/n I’m like you now!” He wiggles his toes, the sensation of feeling anything below his waist was foreign.

“You have to be careful not to fall.” You warn, “Picking you up is a chore.”

Baekhyun pouts, “I’m not heavy.” He feels the sand under his feet, “What now?”

You stare at him blankly, what were you supposed to do? Baekhyun had just learned he can walk on land, and has no family. He isn’t even a registered member of society. “I-I think I should take you to my house, its dark now too.” You say to him, unsure.

Baekhyun nods, following your lead.

You help Baekhyun into your car, buckling his seatbelt. His eyes dart around the inside, he’s never been outside of the ocean. It was this time that you realized Baekhyun was completely nude. How could you have missed that? You throw a blanket over him, respecting his privacy he… now has.

Baekhyun feels the texture of the blanket, rubbing it between his fingers. You hop in the driver’s side and begin the drive home. You turned the radio on, letting the low sound of music fill the car. Baekhyun’s ears have never heard music from anything but himself or his family. He was intrigued by the radio emitting such pretty sounds.

“This sound is beautiful.” He says, his eyes looking out the window of the car like a puppy on a ride.

You nod, “It’s called a radio. A lot of cars have them.” You inform, he nods, taking in the information. He was silent the rest of the ride, only speaking when you help him out of the car, the blanket slipping off him.

“Here!” You wrap the blanket around his waist. “Hold this here, you can’t walk around like that here.” Baekhyun raises and eyebrow at your flustered face.

“I have to be covered?” He seems offended.

“Yes, it’s for the well being of our neighbors.” You rush him inside, he almost trips over his own feet. You close the door behind you both, looking at Baekhyun. He was running his fingers over the walls, touching everything he saw.

“What is this?” He asks, referring to your sofa.

“It’s a couch, you sit on it. It’s pretty comfy, you’ll probably be sleeping there.” You giggle at his absolute cluelessness. He can’t help it, but he looks absolutely adorable with his head tilt. You sit on the couch to demonstrate, Baekhyun follows you on wobbly legs. He’s so stinking cute.

“Oh, this feels nice.” Baekhyun says with a surprised expression. “I like this. It’s warm, not cold like the sea.”

“Do you not like being cold?” You ask to which he shakes his head. “Ah, let me get you some clothes… I have some of my brothers old clothes. You may fit them, you both look about the same size.” You get up to fetch the old box, bringing it back into the living area.

“Isn’t it weird my tail is gone but my penis remains?” Baekhyun says looking down at his lap. “Isn’t that strange?”

Your cheeks burn at his question, you didn’t know how to respond. “Uh, I guess you still need reproductive organs right?” You try to laugh. Baekhyun only shrugs, nodding. “That seems fair.”

“Here.” You hand him a white long sleeved shirt, and a pair of loose pants. Baekhyun held the article of clothing in his hand, looking at you expectantly. You stare back at him, glancing at his chest then back up to his eyes.

“Well…I don’t know how to put this on.” He says obviously, “Could you help me?” Baekhyun’s eyes twinkle up at you, they linger on your lips for a second.

“Y-yeah, sorry.” You take the shirt and instruct him to hold his arms up, they were muscular and toned. His chest was sculpted as was his back and stomach. Baekhyun used a lot of his upper body to perch on things, from lack of legs. You slid the shirt over his hand and arms, his brown head of hair pokes through the hole and it makes you want to smile. You pulled the shirt down over his body, dreading putting on his pants. Surely he could do this himself?

“Do you want to try to put these on? I don’t want to disrespect your privacy.” You admit, your heart beating loudly.

Baekhyun furrows his brows, “My privacy?” He tilts his head cutely and it makes you close your eyes in defeat.

“Never mind, stand up. I’ll get this over quickly.” You mumble. Baekhyun stands and the blanket falls from his waist, you look at his feet the entire time, lifting his leg into the holes of the pants. He steps into them, and you pull them up on his hips.

“Oh.” Baekhyun says embarrassed, “I-I- Sorry.” He stutters, his cheeks pink. You shake your head, telling him it’s not a problem. “So what do you do all day?” Baekhyun asks, he plops down on the sofa wiggling into the comfiness.

“Well, I’ve been unpacking this entire week, today has been my only free day to relax. I have to go back to work soon.”

“Work?” Baekhyun repeats.

“It’s something you do to earn money, in trade for things like somewhere to live.” You smile, walking toward the kitchen. “Are you thirsty?” You ask.

“Yes!” Baekhyun says immediately, turning to see you. You’re surprised at his eagerness, pouring a glass of orange juice for you both.

“I’ll let you try orange juice. Have you had it?” He shakes his head in reply. You hum, handing him a glass. He sips out of it once, his entire face scrunching up.

“Oh.” He says, looking into the glass. “Is this what you like?” You burst into laughter at his question. “I like this taste.” He takes another sip before chugging the entire glass.

“Woah, you didn’t have to drink so fast. Are you hungry as well? When was the last time you ate?” You ask worriedly.

He looks off as if to think, “Ahh, well I think a few nights ago I had fish.” He recalls, smiling. “It was delicious.”

“Nights ago?” You exclaim, grabbing your phone “We’re ordering food. Asap.”

“Ordering food? Whats ordering, like you can summon your food?” Baekhyun tilts his head, looking on your screen.

You don’t bother to cover it, as if he would understand anything he saw on it. “Yes, almost correct. You call and ask for what you would like to eat, and they will bring it to your house.” You smile as you watch his eyes go wide and his jaw drop. “Is there anything you would like, or do you know what you like?” You ask. Baekhyun shakes his head.

“I don’t know… I just eat fish and drink coconut juice when they fall off the trees too close to the shore.” You want to pout at his poor diet, he had no control over. “Okay, don’t worry. I order something you’ll like.” You put on a smile, scrolling down your contact list.

His eyes turn into crescent moons as he smiles at you, clapping his hands together. “Okay!”

You and Baekhyun enjoyed eating together, he tried take out for the first time and fell in love. He was asking for seconds, sadly you couldn’t give him those. He had a grown man appetite that couldn’t be satisfied. You felt bad, he was still hungry. You gave him the rest of you food when you felt full. He gratefully accepted them, stuffing his face. He was adorable eating, sauce on the sip of his mouth and his blissful expression on his face.

“I love food.” He mumbles, eating still. You watched as he finished, placing a hand over his stomach. “I’m full.” He pats his tummy, “I haven’t felt like this in a long time.” He groans, “I could go to sleep right now.”

“Dont expect this food everyday, Im just too lazy to cook right now.” You watch as his expression falls, it was humorous seeing him being such a foodie. “It’s ok, I’ll make you delicious food, you won’t go hungry. I promise.”

At that Baekhyun smiles, nodding. “You’re so kind Y/n. You haven’t changed.”

It feels foreign to hear such a compliment when you feel like you don’t remember Baekhyun. You smile at him before cleaning up both of your trash. “Do you want to watch a movie before bed?” You ask, but pause knowing he doesn’t know what those are. “Do you know what a movie is?”

Baekhyun blurts out a yes quickly, “I remember, they had a giant white screen with moving images on it. It was on the beach one year, I watched it when they showed it.”

You’re surprised, “Okay, that answers that question.”

Baekhyun watches your figure move around the room, picking up an object and pointing it at the television. It turns on and he sits up, interested in the sudden light from the TV. He watches random shapes on the screen move and pop up, he feels as if he’s in a different world. You catch Baekhyun’s fascination, while searching for something to watch. You opted for a movie about the sea, thinking it would comfort Baekhyun.

The first few minutes of the film you glance over at Baekhyun who’s sitting on the edge of the sofa, gripping it with his hands. He looked so…eager?

“Baekhyun?” You call softly, he turns to you, realizing. “Does this make you uncomfortable? I’ll turn it off, we don’t have to watch it.” You reach for his arm, resting your hand there. He blinks a few times, before nodding.

“I don’t know why it bothers me..” He says, “I don’t like seeing it from here I guess.” Baekhyun feels the longing in his chest to be at sea. But he also wants to explore land now that he’s been gifted with legs.

You nod understandingly before switching the movie to something more uplifting, a comedy. You would laugh at the funny parts but Baekhyun would only stare as he didn’t understand the joke. He liked seeing your smile when you laughed, so when you enjoyed the funny parts, Baekhyun would smile. Baekhyun’s eyes began to feel heavy half way through the movie, his head lolling to one side before finally giving in to sleep. His lips parted and eyes shut, his pretty lashes laid on top of his cheeks. You found his sleeping figure when you turned your head to laugh at a joke. Your laugh turned into a silent grin, you pet the top of his head. He must be exhausted.

“That feels nice.” Baekhyun says, his eyes fluttering open.

You jump slightly, suddenly embarrassed. You go to move your hand but Baekhyun grabs it, bring it to the top of his head again.

“Please.” He says. You granted his plea and gently pet over his head, you can feel your stomach erupt with butterflies. This charming boy had you around his finger asking for head pets.

“You should lay down so you can sleep.” You say getting up, “I’ll get you a pillow and blanket.” You walk off.

Baekhyun sits up slowly, “Pillow?” He learned what a blanket was, he had no idea about a pillow. You return, sitting a pillow on the end of the sofa and handing him a folder blanket.

“You put your head here, it’s comfortable too.” You smile as he lays his head on the pillow, his eyes closing and a smile on his face.

“This is nice, I love these comfortable things.” Baekhyun’s choice of words cause you to giggle.

“Yes, it’s why I never want to leave my bed. It’s so comfortable.” You joke, it flies over his head though. You point down the hall to your door. “If you need me I’ll be in there ok? The bathroom is this door.”

Baekhyun nods understandingly, “Ok.”

You say goodnight and go to walk to your room but Baekhyun stops you. “Y/n?” You turn to see him sitting up. “Do you think you could leave a light on…”

You almost coo at his request, he really does act like a kid sometimes. You run to your room, fetching a light up plug in. You plug it in and it lights up a portion of the room. “Is this okay?” You ask, watching as he pulls the blanket over his shoulders. He nods, watching as you walk leave to your room.

You sigh as you fall onto your bed, this has been an exhausting night. You weren’t sure why you trusted Baekhyun so much to bring him home. But you didn’t have the heart to let him stay out there in the cold water of the sea at night. You felt so drawn to him, to help him. It was like a calling.

You’re sat with Baekhyun eating breakfast, he keeps dipping his finger into the cup of water. “Baekhyun?” You call.

He seemed to come out of a daze when you said his name “Yes?”

“Are you feeling alright? You’re dipping your finger in your drink.”

Baekhyun shakes his head, “I guess I’m just use to being in water all the time, this feels normal.” He sighs.

Your mood is dragged down by Baekhyun’s words, did he miss his home? “Do you miss the sea?” You asked quietly. He nodded, looking at you with sad eyes.

“B-but I like being here….with you.” His tone was more quiet, seeming shy. “I like being around you.”

Your cheeks burn at his confession. “I like being around you too. You’re a very kind person.” You offer him a warm smile, you couldn’t help but to feel something for him. You didn’t understand why. Was it his puppy eyes and charming toothy smile? Or his sweet personality and obliviousness to the world that was so adorable.

Baekhyun’s face turned red, his eyes darting away. He laughed nervously, “Breakfast was nice. I like your cooking, that’s what it’s called right?” He asks adorably. You nod in response, smiling at his red face.

“You look like a tomato.” You comment, it makes Baekhyun more flustered and stumbling over his words.

“I-Oh sorry. I didn’t-Uh.”

You couldn’t help the laughter that followed his nervous speech. “It’s okay Baekhyun. It’s normal human emotions.” You grin. “But..if you miss your home. Do you think you could stay here away from it?” He looks up at you quickly.

“I-Im not sure. All I know is I want to be in the water, but I also want to be w-w-with you.” His lip quivered and you saw tears starting to form, your brows furrowed at his quick emotions. You stood up walking around the table to comfort him.

“Baekhyun it’s okay.” You brought his head to your chest, petting his hair. “You don’t have to make a decision now, or ever. You’re welcome here always. And I’m sure you can visit home too.”

“But what if I don’t get my tail back, what if I’m permanently stuck with legs? His voice was muffled slightly, but his voice was cracking.

You didn’t think about that fact. How would he get his tail back? He only grew legs when he was out of the water, would it be the same if he went back into the water?

“I don’t know how to answer that.” You say hopelessly, you didn’t want to make him feel even more down. So you rubbed his back comfortingly, “But it’s going to be okay.”

Baekhyun began to silently cry into your chest, his arms wrapped around your waist suddenly. You’re taken back by his sudden crying, you feel terrible.

“Shh.. shh.. I’ve got you, everything will be alright.” You whisper to him softly, kissing the top of his head. He paused, leaning back to look up at you. Your heart ached when you saw his puppy eyes teary and red, his cheeks pink.

“Y/n?” He whispered.

“Yes sweetie?”

“I- Thank you. For being here for me.” He sniffs, “You could’ve left me on the beach to die and never figure out anything.” He continues. “But you didn’t, you took me in.”

You feel your own eyes becoming teary, how is this man evoking so many emotions out of you. “Dont thank me. You deserve a chance like everyone else. I couldn’t leave you..not when you’re my childhood friend.” You said with a shaky voice. Your throat was becoming tight and you felt chills as if you were to begin crying. You held them in though, for Baekhyun’s sake. You needed to comfort him right now and crying would only make it harder.

Baekhyun shakes his head, hugging you tighter laying his head on your chest. “I want to tell you something.” He says suddenly. “Go ahead.” You encourage.

“You were my first love.” He confesses, it makes your body cover in chills.

“Baekhyun?”

“When I first met you when we were kids you would always bring me something to drink, it was always coconut juice. You always snuck out to come to the beach and I would be waiting for you by the rock. You would always play with me even gif it got you in trouble. You were always kind and understanding.” Baekhyun’s hand travels to your back, “I’m so happy to see it’s stuck with you now that you’re grown up. You’re the same girl I met all those years ago. And you’re the only girl I’ve ever loved.” His voice was soft and steady.

You didn’t know if you want to cry or comfort him, you were taken back. He had romantic feelings for you and you couldn’t lie and say you didn’t have them as well. You felt something for Baekhyun, his kind soul and warm eyes would never hurt you.

“Baekhyun.. I like you too.” You say looking down at him. He looks up at you, his brown eyes gazing into yours. He doesn’t say a word, but he reaches up and pulls you down for a kiss.

A simple innocent kiss for his first love.

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kimjongdaely · 7 years

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Parallel Darkness

A/N: Because a lot of people were asking for it and I felt bad not doing it lol. So here you guys go. Quench your thirst with some Black Angel!Baekhyun

Part 1: Black Angel

Summary: Byun Baekhyun was once your Guardian Angel. Although he was slightly different, he still did his job well. Taking off his collar was a mistake—and now you will pay the price.

You look out the window, the window of your room. The scenery is the same as you remember. The same street. The same houses. The same trees.

But now they are all shielded in darkness, as if a shadow is permanently wrapped around everything.

You hear the close of the door, the click of the lock.

Baekhyun is home.

Home...is this your home?

You don’t move when you hear his footsteps grow nearer, become louder. He opens the door to your room and steps in, but still you don’t move. You don’t turn, you don’t look at him.

“If you’re hungry, there’s food downstairs.” He tells you, his voice careless, and in the reflection of the window glass, you can clearly see his large wings folded behind his back as he turns to leave.

“Baekhyun.” You call on pure instinct, so many things on the tip of your tongue—but when he turns, you stay silent.

You look down as your cheeks warm. “Never mind.”

It’s so hard to look at him now. He looks the same, but his eyes are always red now. You liked them better when they were dark. His red eyes are always a reminder of the mistake you made, of the price you’ll have to pay for the rest of your life.

He looks at you for a moment longer, his eyes calm, emotionless, cold. His lip twitches—perhaps in annoyance—as he turns again to leave. “Remember to never leave the house.”

His wings unfold, as he moves at the speed of light, your human eyes only able to catch a black blur fly through the front door.

The door slams shut, the click of the lock clear to your ears.

Baekhyun is always away. Sometimes you watch from your window, see his black wings carry him far, far away. You always wonder where he’s going. Sometimes you hope he would stay home with you—until you remember he’s not the same.

Not the same Baekhyun you used to live with, the man who used to laugh with you and although he was a trouble-maker, he was always gentle towards you.

No—Byun Baekhyun changed.

He gave you strict orders to never ever leave the house without him—for a reason you have no idea of.

But today...today is the day. Today you will leave. You won’t be a prisoner here forever, in a fabricated world of your own. No. You’re going to save yourself.

You run to the front door, unlocking it and racing out. You need to run. To where? You have not the slightest clue. But it’s better to try than just sit around and wait for things to happen to you.

You will go home.

You don’t know how long you’ve been running. You weave through so many familiar streets. The street you always use to go to school. The café you love to go to with your friends. The library where you used to stay late in to study.

But they’re all covered in shadows now, a mere ghost of the real thing. There is not a soul in sight in this world.

You pant, stopping only to catch your breath. You feel your lungs burn, your legs ache. Ahead, you hear wings flapping.

You look up to see several people you don’t recognize, your eyes widening as you see their wings—black ones.

You always thought Baekhyun was the only one, but now you feel silly. Of course there are more Black Angels. This is their world.

You turn to keep walking, hoping they will not take interest in you. Unfortunately, one lands in front of you and two lands behind you, their scarlet eyes trained curiously on you.

You gulp as you back away, finding that there is nowhere for you to go. They move in, cornering you.

“What do we have here?” One of them coos, a smirk on his lips. “A human? How rare.”

“What is a human doing here?” Another asks, reaching to grab your wrist. He’s inhumanely strong as he squeezes your wrist, making you gasp in pain.

“Who cares? Let’s take her.” The third cackles as they lunge for you. You scream and kick, but nothing works as they grab you, their wings unfolding and preparing to fly.

You feel tears prick your eyes as you struggle, wondering what will happen to you.

Baekhyun never treated you so violently, not even after he took you to his world.

“Yah, what the hell are you guys doing?” They all cease upon hearing the voice. For some reason, it sounds familiar as you sob and choke.

“Why do you care, Baekhyun?” One of them spits, his hold on you tightening and you yelp.

Baekhyun ignores him as he pushes past the other two, his crimson eyes trained on your pathetic crying form. “Let her go.”

“Ha?” The second man asks mockingly, raising a brow. “Why should we listen to you? You little—”

A flash of light blinds you, but when it clears you see that the man collided into a wall, his wing at an odd angle, seemingly broken.

“She’s mine.” Baekhyun states simply as he doesn’t even bother to look at his victim, moaning in pain a few meters away. “Now let her go or I’ll kill you.”

The remaining two hisses in protest, but moves to help their friend up before the three of them fly away.

You shiver as Baekhyun looks at you, his gaze piercing and his face deadly serious. “I thought I told you to never leave.”

“Baekhyun.” You gasp out his name desperately, throwing yourself on him as you clutch his shirt tightly. “Please, please! I want to go home. Please, take me home.”

You wail, wishing for nothing but for this nightmare to end. He icy hands come to pry your hands off him, no hint of empathy in his eyes. “Let’s go.”

You sniff as he picks you up, unraveling his wings to carry you back to the house. You no longer have the strength to fight.

He allows you in first, closing the door behind him and locking it. You collapse into a chair, your tears dried.

“Why do you keep me here?” You ask, your voice a mere whisper as he comes to sit next to you. “Why, Baekhyun?”

“Do you know why my wings are black?” He asks instead and you shake your head ‘no.’ “I used to be an angel. A real angel, with white wings. I committed a sin—I learned what it felt like to be free. Lust, envy, hate, greed...I was free to feel those. And so I was thrown out of Heaven, my wings were tainted with my sins and I was locked here—in this world that fabricates the Human World. Forever.”

You purse your lips as you listen, your eyes never leaving the table.

“Until one day, I heard a voice. It was yours. I reached out for you, I tried my hardest to leave the barrier. You are my door. You are my only way out of this place.” His eyes sparkle when he looks at you, a wide grin on his face. “With you here, I am truly free! I can come and go as I please, I can be whatever I want, do whatever I want!”

He laughs—a loud, terrifying laugh.

You shake as you try to hold yourself, trying to block out his voice. No, you don’t want to believe this. You don’t want to believe that he’s just using you for his own twisted pleasure. You don’t want to be here forever.

“No. No.” You repeat desperately, searching desperately for a sliver of sympathy in his being. “Please, let me go. I don’t want this.”

“This is not about you, love.” He smiles sickeningly at you, his long fingers coming to trace your jaw. “You can never leave on your own, and I will never let you go.”

You don’t even have the strength to cry.

A/N: Eh I hope you guys like this as much as the first one... 😓

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Revenant (Part 6)

Pairing: Baekhyun X OC (Original Female Character)

Genre: Baekhyun Witch AU; fluff; fantasy; angst

Summary: To witches, names hold power, and Eleonora happens to have a very dangerous gift, one that can be deadly when misused- she has the ability to read names, true names that the witches and warlocks share only with people of utmost trust. It is a secret she hopes to take to her grave. Baekhyun had left his coven, and joined one with Suho’s. They too, possess unspeakable gifts. When Junmyeon warns him of his marriage, Baekhyun begins preparing, but so does Eleonora. With the veil thinning, and the darker half approaching, will their secrets stay safe? Or will the world burn?

A/N: this chapter ended up quite long, so I enjoy the extra content lol. Tagging @lovebuginlove @bbyunz . Yayun is transcribed from characters elegant (ya 雅 ) cloud (yun 云).

PART 1 PART 2 PART 3 PART 4 PART 5 PART 6 PART 7

Word Count: 5173

Lu Han sat at the breakfast table with his brothers. Charms of protection twinkled with magic beside windows and doors, the smell of sage was fragrant as it hung in the air. He could tell his brothers were speaking, he watched with kind eyes as their lips moved, but Lu Han could not hear them.

“She is the sacred thirteen.”

The words rang through his head, the voice was unfamiliar, conjured by his mind during sleep to fill the ringing silence of his dream. He sat with his brothers at the table, but Lu Han might as well have been a million miles away. The dream that was not a dream replayed in his head, and he recognised it. He had spent his education honing the craft of clairvoyance, and if his families coven taught him anything, it was how to recognise a prophecy.

In his dream, he had seen hi brothers; bared witness to the coming together of the twelve. In the chaos of his dream, he found Yixing, or maybe Yixing had found him. His eyes, dark and distrusting burned into Lu Han, and the man could do nothing but send a small smile his way, watching the distrust morph into an expression of pain, bubbling just under the surface, but never daring to leave his eyes. Lu Han saw tears that refused to spill, and he knew that what had transpired at that moment between them was heartbreak. Nestled into the tender warmth of his chest, kept in the bone confinement of his ribs by his pericardium was heartbreak, making a home of him.

Two brothers stood opposite each other, both in pain, both restless.

Unable to speak, Lu Han watched, feeling love fighting for survival among the broken pieces of his heart in an attempt to stick them back together. Unable to scream, he felt his heart snap back into place, right before Yixing disappeared, and with him went the rest of his brothers. In the darkness, he was left alone, but only for a moment.

In their place, the only human figure in the darkness, stood a woman.

Lu Han did not know her. She was not death, not life nor one of the three fates. She was mortal, just like him.

She knew his name.

Rather, she would learn to know his name. He watched her lips move around the syllables, no sound passing through them. The silence was ringing in his ears, the echo of the power of his name had made him heavy, but to his surprise, it had not made him uneasy. Lu Han felt no discomfort at the thought that she knew his true name. She was not the adversary.

The darkness dissolved into light, and the prophecy that had come to him in his dream settled over him like a weighted blanket, heavy but not uncomfortable.

And as he sat at breakfast, it weighed on him still.

“Yixing called.” Yifan’s voice brought him back to the present. The deep rumble of his voice was comforting, familiar.

“He is coming.” Yifan told them, and Tao had let go of his coffee, letting the cup spill brown liquid over the wooden table. He could see the shock in the younger’s eyes, his dark circles deepening with the revelation. It was as if rest had left him. Yifan too, looked aged, if even for a second. He worried, brows furrowed and lips pulled in a tight line as is fingers combed through his black hair.

Lu Han recognised the darkness swirling behind their irises, he was familiar with the glassy sheen of tears in their eyes. Lu Han knew heartbreak when he saw it. It was the same broken look Yixing had given him in his dream.

“Good.” Lu Han answered, his voice soft and reassuring. His almond-shaped brown eyes became smaller when he smiled, his full lips turned upwards into a small smile, the same one he had given Yixing in his dream.

He was the only one of his brothers who didn’t look heartbroken. He had already put his heart back together, or at least he knew he would eventually do so. That knowledge allowed him to smile, and Tao smiled back. It was a broken rueful smile, but a smile nonetheless.

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Hours later, Yixing had finally landed, comforted by the steady unyielding ground beneath his feet. He had travelled across the country, to his brothers. Back to his brothers, and yet away from them. It was a strange feeling, he thought, to be two halves of a Circle, never whole.

At the airport, it had been Lu Han who came to greet him. The lean man looked as if he had not aged a day. He had grown out his hair longer, the curtains of his fringe parting in the middle, a serene expression painted over his features. No worry creased his brows, not tension pursed his lips together. Just like in his dream, Yixing watched him a little breathless, the memory of the prophecy fresh in his mind mixing with the heartbreak in Junmyeon’s eyes. His brothers were reluctant to let him go. they loved him enough to let him anyway, and now he was standing in front of his brother as if in a dream.

“I saw you.” Lu Han told him, eyes wide with happiness as he stood in front of Yixing, taking in the tired silhouette of his brother, his eyes falling onto the golden band on his ring finger. He smiled then, happy for his brother’s happiness as they finally stood together.

“I saw you too.” Yixing told him, his voice barely a whisper when he spoke, scared of the consequences of their dreams. It was those dangerous dreams, however, that brought him here, to his family, it was those dangerous dreams stitching his family back together, and despite the heartbreak swimming in their eyes, both Yixing and Lu Han saw the buds of love, ready to weave their broken hearts back together.

“Did you see the woman?” Lu Han asked suddenly, and it was then that Yixing was forced to remember that he was a clairvoyant, that he was always a step ahead.

“The woman?” Yixing asked, mind empty for answers. He had not seen a woman in his dreams, nor did Chanyeol or Minseok. Neither did Junmyeon.

“She had blue eyes, vivid and sparkling like sapphires and caramel brown hair.” Lu Han clarified, remembering the way her pink lips spoke his same without making a sound, and the way she made him feel like he would know her, not now, but in the future.

“Do you know her?” Yixing asked and he shook his head, hoping that his brother would have answers. He could see the brief shadow of recognition pass through Yixing’s eyes. He was hopeful he knew.

“I felt like she knew me, or like she would know me one day.” Lu Han continued, a small smile playing on his lips.

“A premonition?” Yixing asked, thinking back to Eleonora’s familiar face, the electric blue eyes, piercing into Junmyeon when they first met, the way she had scrutinised Baekhyun, and how she was starting to fall in love. If she was the one Lu Han had seen, he had no doubt the two would meet. He worried it might be soon.

“I think so.” The slender man nodded, walking Yixing towards his car to take him home.

The drive wasn’t particularly long, it had lasted an hour as they moved to the outskirts of the city, living on the border of another coven. They lived together in a large house with tall windows and a white façade. The garden out front was well-groomed, with no stray flowers or long grass. They had no porch either.

“We are here.” Lu Han had parked his car in the driveway, letting Yixing get out first, before walking him to the door.

“Welcome home.” He spoke when they stepped inside, the warm air kissing their cheeks as they took off their shoes and hung up their coats. Looking out from the living room, Yifan had made his way to his guest, crossing the wide corridor to greet his brother.

“Yixing.” He spoke, and although there was little emotion in his voice, and the hand that reached out to him was done out of politeness, Yixing didn’t mind.

“Yifan.” He greeted the tall man, completely ignorant of the deep stare he was getting. Yifan’s dark eyes looked even darker when they looked over his brother.

“Zitao.” Yixing had called out, watching as the youngest made his way down the central stairs, his eyes light with optimism and his lips curved upwards in a smile. Without missing a beat, and without regard for his elders, Zitao had flung himself at Yixing, embracing the man. Without thinking, Yixing hugged him back, feeling the grief and the heartbreak slip away from Zitao’s tall frame.

Lu Han watched, standing now beside Yifan as he looked over the exchange, eyes softening at the sight. His brothers were embracing, and he watched as the heartbreak in Zitao’s eyes turned into something softer, a tender fire burning behind his eyes. Yifan’s gaze fell onto Yixing’s hands, a golden band glimmering in the artificial light of the lamps. He wondered what he had missed, and he wondered what they have missed too. For a short, tender moment their hearts pulled themselves back together, hope planted a seed inside the tender caverns of their chests.

Eventually, Zitao let go, opting for steering his brothers into the warm kitchen.

“What do you need to tell us?” Yifan had asked as they passed the threshold, and Yixing looked around at the three of them, before looking over at the table shoved into the corner by the window.

“Let’s sit.”

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Minseok and his wife, Demi, decided to host dinner the day after Yixing left, trying their hardest to distract themselves from feeling the tug of increasing distance between them and their brother. Their table was long enough to host their coven, including Yixing’s wife, Yayun, who was staying with them while her husband was away. It was well known that during the Thinning one should not be in the house alone, and so as there were only two other married warlocks, she decided to stay with one of them. Minseok happened to be closest since he was right next door. Their living room was pristine, monochromatic in white and black with not a single speck of dust or stray object lying around. Their house, unlike the rest, was very minimalist and modern. However, even they could not go without the charms hanging by their windows and front door. Yellow paper with red writing and red tassels hung by them, and on the windowsill, a small bouquet of dry sage stood in a clear glass, ready for burning. Baekhyun had decided to skip this one out in favour of finally taking his wife to be on a proper date, and Demi and Yayun had supported his decision. They had gone as far as to tell him which flowers to get her, and they had settled on a bouquet of blue dahlias to symbolise a new beginning.

“Have you heard from Yixing yet?” Junmyeon asked when everyone was seated, his hand draped casually over the back of Winnie’s chair. The rest of the coven grew tense, knowing that resentment took time to mellow out, and forgiveness was hard to give. Their deep brown eyes looked at Yayun, who was looking at them through a curtain of short black hair, her eyes equally as dark as their own.

“He called to say he arrived. Lu Han was happy to see him.” Yayun spoke, sipping on her tea as she sat in between Demi and Winnie. Her melodic voice rang through the still air, but her words had put everyone at ease. Their brother was safe and Lu Han had come to greet him, and that was more than they expected. Minseok and Jongdae relaxed in their chair’s returning to their meal if soup and rice.

“We should ask Alethea’s coven about the prophecy.” Yayun turned to look at Junmyeon, a knowing look in her eyes as she regarded the leader with a serious expression. Her pink lips were pressed together in a straight line as she waited for him to say something.

“Why?” Junmyeon asked, leaning over the table to look directly at the small woman.

“Lu Han saw her too.” She spoke, and her voice cut through their peace like a knife. A shiver run down Junmyeon’s spine at the mention of Alethea. His dream was pulled fresh into the front of his mind, the memory of his name was threatening, and the image of water turning to blood was terrifying.

“What did he say?” Junmyeon whispered, half apprehensive of the answer, and half curious as to what the clairvoyant had to say about his dream.

“Thirteen. The sacred number is thirteen.” Yayun spoke, and this time even Jongdae and Minseok put their spoons back down.

“Not twelve?” Jongdae asked.

“Why her?” Jongin had asked, and the rest of his coven had turned to look at him, their eyes falling at the younger member with equal confusion. Why her, was a good question indeed, but they also knew things happen for a reason, and the reasons are not always obvious at first.

“Call her here.” Junmyeon commanded, and even Winnie could not help the look of shock at his decision. If he had seen her as the adversary, but both Baekhyun and Lu Han had seen her in a positive way there had to be more to this than he thought. It was clear now; when three of six had already seen Alethea, that she was significant.

Chanyeol had pulled out his phone, and after calling Baekhyun, he announced that they would be here soon. The coven waited, the severity of their situation weighing down on them, enveloping them in a blanket of silence as they ate the remainder of their dinner.

Baekhyun’s and Alethea’s entrance was announced by the chiming of the bell by the door, and the faint smell of burning sage as they cleansed themselves after walking in.

“You wanted to see me.” Alethea had announced as she walked into the room, her head held high as she looked over to the table.

“Do you know anything about receiving prophecies?” Minseok had asked, his voice was high and soft and as nonintimidating as he could manage. His large eyes gazed up at her in curiosity, waiting for an answer.

“My crone received one in her youth. I don’t know much else.” Her answer was unsatisfactory but expected. There was no reason for her to know much about receiving prophecies. Witches were told about prophecies fulfilling themselves, about prophets who had already been given their prophecies and interpreted them. Prophecies were rare, and prophets even rarer. Sometimes, a single prophet or oracle would receive multiple prophecies in their life. That was their purpose. Those with no clairvoyance were not chosen often.

“We think we are receiving a prophecy.” Jongdae had supplied, and beside Alethea, Baekhyun froze, his eyes turning frantically between Junmyeon and Minseok. The two remained serious and stoic as they watched Alethea’s reaction.

“All of you?” Alethea asked, looking at them with wide electric eyes. After surveying each face, she turned to look over at Baekhyun. He was standing still, his warm palm pressed against the small of her back. He was wearing a dress shirt and black slacks since they had come straight here from their date at the Thai restaurant. Baekhyun met her eyes, his plump lips pressed between his teeth as he bit down on his lower lip and nodded. His eyes darkened, remembering the dream of her being ripped away, and the distress he felt once he woke up, followed by Junmyeon opening the doors to his bedroom with Chanyeol at his feet, both as distressed as him.

“Bit by bit.” Chanyeol spoke, his deep baritone piercing through the still air.

“Why are you telling me this?” Alethea could taste their distress, a sour thing mixed with the metallic aftertaste of fear and adrenalin on her tongue. They were distressed for different reasons, she could taste the subtle differences in Baekhyun and Junmyeon. She didn’t need to taste feelings to know that Junmyeon was worried, his brows creased and wrinkles lined his forehead. She had never seen his eyes so dark, not even during their meeting with her coven. The severity of the situation clung onto her taste buds thick like treacle.

“It involves you.” Junmyeon told her, his voice ringing in the silence, and she didn’t know what to say back.

She could tell it wasn’t good, knowing names had never caused her much trouble, but she had a feeling it would become a problem now. Her power, her best-kept secret, was a weapon of mass destruction if misused, and she hoped she would never break to unleash it.

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Yifan’s kitchen was warm, curtsey to them moving to the warmer part of the country. The sun beamed through the windows in golden rays, and Yixing could not help but think about Baekhyun, and whether his coven was doing alright. His eyes fell onto the three men looking at him now. Their expressions were stoic, lips pressed together and their faces void of any other emotion. Yifan’s eyes told Yixing he apprehensive. His brows were furrowed as he looked on, and his jaw clenched.

“We think it is a prophecy. It comes in threes. Lu Han already received a part of the prophecy.” Yixing wasted no time in telling his brothers what had been happening. There was no reason for sugar-coating and no reason for delay either. None of them knew who the next prophet would be, and no one knew what would happen once they were able to piece the puzzle together.

“It came in a dream last night.” Lu Han confessed when Yifan and Zitao turned to look at him, their wide eyes filled with worry. Yifan’s jaw had gone slack at the revelation, his lips parting, and he looked as if he was about to say something, but no words came out. Instead, the silence filled the air and tension settled over their shoulders.

“Why didn’t you say anything?” Zitao asked.

“Nothing makes sense. Besides,” Lu Han looked away from the youngest to the newcomer, sitting silently in his chair and observing their exchange with deathly scrutiny. “I saw Yixing, and I just knew. I knew I had to wait.” He tried explaining eyes wide with a knowledge the others did not possess.

“What does Junmyeon know that we don’t?” Yifan asked, hands balling as they rested on the table.

“We have other parts. At least some of them.” The gravity in Yixing’s voice was final, settling over them the same way it had settled over Junmyeon and the others when he first revealed that the strange nightmares were a prophecy.

“How many so far?”

“Five.” Yixing answered, not paying any attention to who was asking, all that he focused on was the memory of his dream and the weight of what he had seen.

“I’m the sixth.” Lu Han told them, looking over to Yixing. The clairvoyant watched as his dream passed behind his eyes, an echo of hope that came in a nightmare.

“When will we know the next parts?” Zitao asked, worry creasing his brows. For all he knew, he could be next. Plagued by a nightmare with the possibility of coming true.

“In two nights.” Yixing whispered, looked down at the table, eyes following the grains of the wood as if it was scripture. But just as in holy texts, there was no answer here.

“The woman I saw,” Lu Han began, a feeling of familiarity washing over him when her face passed through his memory, but he never got to finish his question.

“Is Baekhyun’s wife to be.” Yixing cut him off, with the answer.

“She can taste feelings.” Yixing added, thinking that the empathetic ability would make Lu Han excited.

“Cool.” Zitao exclaimed instead, but Yixing could see the appreciation swimming in Lu Han’s dark irises, tender and warm.

“We will go to you.” Yifan’s deep voice brought their attention to the tall man. His dark eyes gleamed in the light of the setting sun.

“It's better to be a whole coven, rather than a bit of it.” He reasoned, and his brothers agreed, waiting for Yixing’s approval. The calm man smiled, and Lu Han mirrored the action, their dreams passing in unison behind their eyes.

“Let’s go home.”

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Eleonora woke up in the middle of the night, the fire alarm blaring and the smell of smoke thick in the air as she breathed in. In the darkness, she made her way to the door, checking if the fire was outside her room by touching the door.

Once her hand met the cool wood, she decided to open it, wondering what could be burning.

When she opened the door, the faint light of the moon illuminated the smoke coming from underneath Baekhyun’s door. She couldn’t hear any movement, and before she knew it, she was reaching for the fire extinguisher at the end of the hallway, quickly making her way into the room.

Behind Baekhyun’s bed, fire blazed, lighting the carpet, the dresser and the curtain of the window beside it.

“Baek?” She tried calling, but when he did not respond, she made her way over to his bed, ripping the covers off of his body and checking for his breathing. Just as she was pulling him out of bed, trying to get them both out of the room, Yeol and Suho burst into the room, both with fire extinguishers.

“Baek?” Loey practically screamed when he saw his brother slumped in Eleonora’s arms.

Suho spared no time as he passed them using the fire extinguisher to quench the fire.

“Take him out.” He had called over his shoulder, and Eleonora watched helplessly as the tall man carried Baekhyun in his arms almost effortlessly.

Once they were outside the building, they watched as the rest of the coven gathered out in front of Baekhyun’s house, Winnie watched as the fire inside receded, wrapped tightly in a shawl as she waited for her husband. Yayun was the first to come over to Eleonora. She watched as the younger girl looked on with wide blow eyes, her hands trembling at her sides as Yeol and Xiumin tried to resuscitate her husband to be. She gave her a shawl to cover herself with and gave her hand a reassuring squeeze. Once Baekhyun had opened his eyes, Xiumin opened a potion vial and slid the liquid down his throat. He coughed, allowing the smoke to escape his lungs in the form of black phlegm.

“What was that?” Chen asked, looking over at Baekhyun, face covered in soot as he knelt on the grass coughing up black phlegm and wiping his watery eyes.

“I think Baekhyun had a nightmare.” Loey told them, crouching beside his friend, patting his back to help the phlegm loose.

“Why would a nightmare set his room on fire?” Eleonora had been distraught, watching as the room burned, and Baekhyun remained unconscious despite the loud squeals of the fire alarm. She had felt scared, terrified at the prospect of losing him, and terrified of the flames eating at the room, orange and hot and deadly. Now, after all of that Loey was telling her he had a nightmare. Witches did not conjure fire in their sleep, there had never been such an accident, and there was no possibility of it happening. Conjuring that could be potentially destructive had to be done through concentration and strict ritual. Neither could be accomplished whilst asleep.

“It doesn’t matter.” Winnie quickly butted in, stopping the answer of Loey’s tongue before it happened.

“It doesn’t matter? He set fire to his house in his sleep!” Eleonora pointed at the smoke still coming out the stained glass window in Baekhyun’s bedroom.

“Don’t concern yourself.” Suho spoke up, his voice carried by the wind as he walked over to the group, empty fire extinguisher at hand. He descended the steps of the front porch, face covered in soot and sweat falling down the sides of his face in clear streams.

“It might have escaped your notice Suho, but we are getting married.” Eleonora spat, watching as Baekhyun caught his breath and sat in the grass, allowing the autumn night to cool down his body.

“Whether you like me or not, doesn’t matter. He is going to be my husband, his affairs concern me.” She told him helping Baekhyun to his feet when he outstretched his hand in her direction. She held him up by the waist, allowing the slim man to lean against her.

“You’re not his wife yet.” Suho told her, not sparing her a glance as he handed the extinguisher over to Soo.

The chill in his voice sent a shiver down Eleonora’s spine. She could taste his hostility and his irritation on her tongue, putrid tastes that accompanied poisonous feelings.

He had made it clear to her then; she was not part of his coven, and she doubted she would ever be one in his mind.

“Come in for some tea.” Demi and Yayun suggested, pulling Eleonora away from Baekhyun, who was passed over to Loey.

Once they sat down in Yayun’s kitchen, the girls began to make tea, handing Eleonora the first mug of steaming amber liquid and sliding an open packet of biscuits across the table. In the living room, Winnie sat beside her husband, wiping black suit off his face. The others sat around the room, eyes darting to check on Baekhyun every once in a while.

“What did you dream?” Minseok asked first, cutting straight to the chase as he looked over at his brother, the panic of the night still swimming in his glassy eyes.

“It faded the moment I woke up, but I know how it made me feel.” Baekhyun shivered, eyes darting to the doorway, looking over at where the light of the kitchen fell onto the floorboards in the corridor, searching for Alethea.

“I cannot shake the feeling there is darkness lurking, just beyond my reach, and my light can’t reach it.” He whispered, his voice small and broken, and Junmyeon thought he had the same broken look Chanyeol had the night of the prophecy. He was afraid, but no one could even begin to guess what was so frightening.

“You can’t tell her about your powers.” Junmyeon chose to warn him, eyeing him sternly as he pouted.

“You told Winnie when she moved in.” The younger accused.

“Listen to your leader.” Junmyeon told him, and the rest of the coven watched the tension build between them, confusion swirling in their eyes. They didn’t see a reason why Alethea should not be told about their powers.

“Why can’t I tell her?” Baekhyun asked, challenging his leader's authority. He stood up, legs still shaky from the lack of oxygen, but his eyes were dark when they looked down at Junmyeon.

“I saw her in my dream too.” He confessed, looking deep into Baekhyun’s eyes, fear and anger swimming in his own.

“In mine, she was the adversary.”

The coven stilled, the revelation stunning them into silence. He had kept it a secret since the beginning, hoping he was wrong, but still wary of the stranger. He had watched as his coven let her in, and he had been conflicted. It was good she had fit in with them, but he wondered if push came to shove, and the time was right, what would be left of his family. He had no idea.

“Junmyeon,” Baekhyun began, his voice weak, but he was cut off.

“Get back to your house. Sleep downstairs if you have to.” Junmyeon told him, standing up and putting a firm reassuring hand on his shoulder, before he left, leaving his brother to their musings and speculations.

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Yixing had returned the day after he arrived. Yifan and the others wanted to waste no time in getting to the bottom of this. It was better to be wary. the Veil was Thinning and Samhain was almost around the corner. They had only two weeks before the 31st, and the Veil was paper thin now, and all kinds of creatures could pass through now. That is why they were now standing in front of Junmyeon’s house, which was currently also serving as the coven house.

“This is where we live now.” Yixing gestured vaguely to the neighbourhood, now coloured in browns and oranges and yellows as the trees lost their leaves and the cold settled in.

“You brought your own homes?” Zitao asked, looking around at the other houses. He could tell which house was Baekhyun’s just by looking. The stained glass windows gave it away.

“Junmyeon and Minseok got married. So did I.” Yixing explained, gesturing to two other houses, side by side with each other.

“Yifan is getting married.” Zitao told him, gesturing to the man who was currently glaring at the house in front of them.

“When?”

“When I figure out what is going on.” Yifan butted in, agitated at the idea that he would have to stay with Junmyeon as they figure out the prophecy.

As if by some great providence, Junmyeon had walked out of his front door, Winnie and Minseok following closely behind him.

“Junmyeon.” Yifan greeted, shaking the other man’s hand, and despite the anger he felt mere seconds ago, he could not bring himself to loath him.

“Yifan. Welcome home.” Junmyeon spoke, letting the lot into his home.

“Is it home?” Yifan asked, and Junmyeon tried to find anger and resentment. When he found none of that, and instead was greeted by his genuine question, he smiled. It was weak and small, but it was real. As if by magic, he felt the pieces of his heart pull together, for a brief moment e remembered what it was like to be whole, and when the feeling faded, he tried chasing it, wanting to feel the same love and content, even if for just a few more seconds.

“We are one coven and one Circle. Your home is my home.” Junmyeon told them, leading them into the living room, where the rest of his coven waited, patiently anticipating their brother’s return. Even if it was just temporary.

“It’s good to be home.” Lu Han was the first to speak, his eyes falling on Sehun and Minseok, side by side as they looked on with hope at their arrival.

“I’m glad you’re here.” Sehun spoke, voice thick when he spoke, and the two didn’t wait any longer before they fell into each other’s arms. Their coven was whole, and although their hearts needed time, Lu Han could tell they would mend. It was their destiny.

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