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[Tales from the Pack] Jeonghan: Sold (Part Three)
Characters: Jeonghan x female reader
Genre/warnings: werewolf au, fantasy, angst, loooots of mentions of the black market/human trafficking, people in cages, shock collars, violence, murder, guns, possible minor character death, just a lot of bad things happening here and it's very chaotic lmao
Word count: 3,253
Summary: If Jooyeon and Baekhyun never went snooping around the black market, they would’ve never discovered the human trafficking ring and wanted to help. They would’ve never discovered you inside one of the many cages full of people, and Jeonghan would’ve never went against the alphas and demanded they help. But for you, Jeonghan would do anything, even if it means bringing back trouble from a past he never knew about.
a/n: things in bold are meant to be in english
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“Look me in the eyes and tell me you wouldn’t do it if it were Jooyeon in there. Or Yeji. Or Soomin. Or any of the girls in this household. You’d see your mate laying in a cage, dirty, exhausted, knowing they were being sold off to a pack of mate-collectors, and you’d just let them go?”
That was enough persuasion for the pack to finally cave and agree to help Jeonghan. Those who had mates understood how it felt. The others could imagine how horrible it must’ve felt to see that, and the determination Jeonghan felt to do anything possible to get you out of that situation.
Junmyeon’s pack was hard to persuade – well, except for Chanyeol – but they eventually agreed to help.
“I don’t think we’ll be able to overtake whoever’s behind the ring, though,” Junmyeon admitted. “We don’t even know how many people are involved.”
“Hanbin will no doubt help us,” Kyung said.
“I can ask Chris, too,” Cooper shrugged. “At least having Felix or Changbin would be helpful.”
“Either way,” Seungcheol interrupted, “we’re going to plan this from all angles. Whether we have four packs or just two – we’re going to make sure we can pull this off.”
“Our main goal is getting Blue out of there,” Jihoon added on, “but we’re gonna try to save as many people as we can.”
Jongdae stopped the explanation, “Who’s Blue?”
“That’s what Jeonghan started calling her,” Joshua explained.
“It’s the color of her collar,” the boy in question shrugged. “What else am I supposed to call her?”
“That rhymed!” Soonyoung smiled, pointing to Jeonghan enthusiastically before taking Jihoon’s palm to the back of the head.
“Where are these captives expected to go after they’re free?” Sehun wondered. “Just…wander off into the woods? They’ll just get caught again.”
“Cooper and I worked together with an ally of mine to find some safe housing for them,” Kyung explained. “Her and her partners work under the table as werewolf doctors. Besides, the public already views werewolves as horrible creatures so I’m sure anybody would be willing to take someone in who was almost a part of a werewolf kidnapping.”
“And how long do we have to figure all of this out?” Yixing questioned.
“That’s the problem,” Seungcheol sounded a little afraid and unsure now, “...we don’t know. Which means we have to plan this and execute it immediately.”
-
You felt absolute fear watching the girl be thrown to the ground, blood covering half her face. But you didn’t scream or even move. You learned not to. You did anything you were told to avoid drawing attention to yourself. Anything to not get hurt more than you already were.
“Can you be fucking careful?” one of the other men snapped gruffly at the one who’d thrown the girl to the ground by her hair. “If they’re damaged, they’re not gonna pay as much!”
“They already paid half and it was more than enough,” another said.
“But I want the other half in full!”
You knew about whoever had bought you. The men kept saying you were going to be ‘slaves to monsters’, but you were pretty sure they were the real monsters. You’d heard all the stories about werewolves, but you didn’t feel any fear knowing you were soon going to be shipped off to a den of them. However, you didn’t trust any human anymore. Your whole life, all they’d done is hurt you and betray you. None of them were compassionate. All of them just looked for personal gain, and you were somehow always in the crossfire.
Maybe a life with werewolves would be better.
In the cage next to you, you heard a scoff. You already knew it was Saoirse. She seemed to always be doing something to get in trouble, but she was the only person there that you talked to. She was the only human you’d met that wasn’t completely horrible.
“They’re gonna be in for a rude awakening when these cages are empty one morning,” she muttered.
You scooted a little closer to the edge of the cage closest to her, “What?”
Saoirse was the only person you ever spoke to. You wouldn’t necessarily consider her a friend considering the trouble she got herself in, but she was someone that you could keep at arm's length. She’d been nice to you a handful of times, so you’ve gotten her out of trouble with her language barrier in return. You spoke to each other here and there to pass the time and relieve boredom, but that was really it.
She glanced over at you like she just now noticed you were there before she looked back at the scene in the middle of the tent, “Some creatures showed up here last night. They looked human but their eyes were something else, and they promised to get us all out of here.”
You were both speaking quietly so as to not draw the attention away from the men bickering among themselves, but you still kept stealing glances over toward them to make sure they didn’t notice the two of you talking.
“And you trust strangers to save us?” you questioned.
She shrugged, “What reason would they have to come here and find us? And why would they lie about saving us?”
“What reason would they have to save us?” you countered, looking back at her.
She tisked, “Let me have something to be hopeful for, will ya?”
“Hey!” one of the men yelled, making you jump but Saoirse didn’t even seem phased. You whipped your head around while her eyes just glanced behind you to the three men. “Do you two wanna be next?”
You quickly shook your head.
Saoirse never understood what they said, so she just muttered for them to fuck off like she always did, which then angered the men because they couldn’t understand her. Typically, they’d do something to punish her, but today, the man scoffed and waved the issue away.
“The freaks will have a field day with you,” he spat before the three of them left the tent.
“Guess lunch time isn’t happening…” she muttered with a roll of her eyes.
“You need to stop making things worse for yourself,” you huffed, your voice tired.
Truthfully, you were still feeling quite groggy. You always were, but you’d woken up only a few minutes prior to the girl getting beat for whatever reason the men found to do so. You didn’t want to go back to sleep but it was hard keeping your eyes open.
“I’m not letting shit like this happen to me without a fight,” she scoffed. “If I’m capable, I’ll do anything to stop what’s happening to us. I mean, those people last night wouldn’t have come and offered to free us if I didn’t stay awake.”
“We’re all going to the same place either way,” you finally snapped, sending her a glare. “You’re fighting for nothing and making it worse for yourself – and you almost dragged me down with you. Leave me out of your…righteous bullshit or whatever.”
You rarely snapped at Saoirse, but she still didn’t seem phased by it, “You need to stop letting bad shit happen to you, Girl. That’s why it keeps happening. You don’t do anything to try and fight back.”
“And which one of us have gotten beaten the most?”
Before Saoirse could come up with a snappy reply that you knew she’d have, the tent flaps opened again, and two different men showed up with stale bread. They tossed half a loaf in each cage that everyone would fight over and tear apart like animals. Some hurt each other in the process, so hungry that they were feral for every single crumb they could get, even if it meant scratching and grabbing at each other.
As always, you stayed away in a corner and watched the other six people in your cage dive after the bread tossed in, snarling and yelling and fighting over it. You didn’t get food, but at least you weren’t injured even worse.
“Hey. Girl.”
That’s what Saoirse called you. You didn’t have a name – not that you could remember. So she always called you Girl to get your attention.
You turned your head just in time to see Saoirse tossing something through the bars and into your cage. You quickly cupped your hands to catch whatever it was. A piece of bread half the size of your fist.
You glanced back up at her and she offered you a small smirk before biting into her half of the bread. Nobody in the cage dared fight Saoirse over the portion she’d managed to get because she was infamous for fighting back. They knew fighting against her would be a losing battle because she dared to even fight back against the men holding them all captive.
Maybe it was smarter to fight back like Saoirse, even if it meant worse punishments. But life had punished you so much already, and you were tired of fighting.
As you nibbled on your bread, turning so your back was to your cagemates, you decided one really couldn’t teach old dogs new tricks.
-
The locked gate in front of the flaps to the tent was no issue for Soonyoung before, but the pack needed him focused. So the question stood as the pack planned for the prison break: how to get into the tent in the first place without running into the werewolf traps set around the perimeters?
“Okay…” Cooper began slowly and softly, afraid to speak the plan she was brewing out loud because she didn’t want it to be considered bad or stupid, “what if we had someone on the inside who could unlock the gate? Like…maybe a mouse?”
“A mouse?” Chanyeol had scoffed.
Jihoon considered the idea and shrugged slightly, “I mean, that’s not a bad idea, actually. Small enough the guards probably wouldn’t see him.”
“Where the hell are you guys gonna find a trained mouse?” Baekhyun asked with an incredulous laugh.
Chris simply pointed with his thumb to the boy sitting beside him, “Perfectly trained, right here.”
“Make that two,” Jaesang said as he raised his hand to head-level.
And that’s exactly what step one of the plan was. A tiny gray mouse scurried around the perimeter of the outside of the tent, alongside a dark brown one, going up toward the black iron gate. The outside of the gate wasn’t protected this time, but Felix and Jaesang could see two men inside the gate that were a few feet away from the entrance.
They shimmied up one of the bars to the latch and together, managed to push it up, jumping down as the gate swung open so they could hurry inside before possibly getting stepped on, knowing they couldn’t see the people who would be following right behind them.
The two guards looked up, their conversation falling silent as the gate swung open seemingly out of nowhere.
“How the hell did that happen?” one of the men asked as they both stepped up to inspect the gate’s latch before closing it. “Did the latch break?”
“No, it looks–”
The man didn’t finish his sentence as his head was suddenly thrown back like he’d been punched in the face. The other guy looked up in surprise, only for his neck to get twisted at an unnatural angle, and with a snap, he fell to the ground. His companion soon met the same fate as a human Jaesang snuck up behind him while he was distracted with the pain in his now bloodied nose.
Seungcheol and Cooper appeared behind the first man’s body, Cooper’s hand on Seungcheol’s back being removed now that they were safe to be visible.
“There’s more guys around the back,” Felix informed them as the rest of the group began rushing in through the front gate. “We’re gonna have our work cut out for us.”
“We’ve got four packs against some humans,” Jinyoung chuckled, clearly feeling good about the odds. “It’ll be a piece of cake.”
“Just don’t get too cocky,” Hanbin warned.
“Cocky’s his middle name,” Kyung muttered before going off with her group to subdue the men keeping the people in the cages.
-
“Alright, get up! Everybody up! Let’s go!”
It wasn’t the first time you’d woken up to a man yelling for you all to wake up, but this wasn’t a voice you’d heard before. This one was softer, but still sounded urgent. Your eyes groggily peeled open as you tried to sit up, your bones and joints stiff and aching. Your vision was blurry so you thought you were surely just seeing things when you saw someone grab ahold of the metal bars and pull them open almost effortlessly. You sat up completely and rubbed at your eyes, only to see someone with blonde hair, yellow eyes, and a kind smile standing right in front of you, his slender fingers wrapped around the bars. He looked like an absolute angel with his perfect teeth, pink lips, and kind eyes that looked right at you. He made your heart flutter.
“Let’s get you out of here,” he said before pushing the bars apart enough to create a gap for the people in your cage to get out.
He was quick to scoop you up before the other six people in your cage trampled you to get free. But as soon as you were too close to the bars, your collar went off with a continuous shock that had you letting out a strangled yell.
Jeonghan was quick to grab the collar by the black box and rip the blue collar from your neck.
Unfortunately for the wolves, it was chaos trying to free these people. Of course, they were panicking trying to run away and weren’t going to listen to those trying to guide them safely outside the tent and to freedom. Some were guided out and made it to those waiting at the perimeter to guide them toward the safehouses they had set, but others were ignoring all instruction and running for their lives, getting hurt or killed in the process. Some of them ran out, clutching their necks as they were shocked to no end as they tried to make their escape.
Jeonghan wasn’t focusing on that. His only job was to get you out and get you back to the house as quickly and safely as possible. Once he had you, he was supposed to run for it, and that’s exactly what he was doing, dodging other captives and wolves as he ran for the exit with every wolf he ran passed covering him so he could make a safe escape with you.
As you were being carried out, you saw another man prying open the bars of Saoirse’s cage. She immediately leapt out and followed where the man was pointing to, running to follow after you and the strange man who was carrying you. Her eyes caught yours over his shoulder, and she seemed to brighten a little and give you a knowing smile as if to say ‘I told you so’.
The man jogged through the gates before he bolted for an escape.
“Jihoon!” he called. “Cover me!”
Jihoon stopped what he was doing as soon as he spotted Jeonghan, then his eyes looked behind him to see a guard chasing after them. His eyes glowed to life as he held his palm toward the man before flinging him backward toward the tent, his back hitting the iron bars of the gate.
You looked around, seeing absolute chaos around you as giant wolves tore apart men, and captives ran for their lives or were shot down. Then you looked behind you to see Saoirse still running behind you.
If you weren’t looking at her, you wouldn’t have known the scream that came from her mouth was hers before she hit the ground. You could see blood staining the back of her shirt, the pool of it spreading.
“Saoirse!” you cried, reaching your hand behind the man.
He skidded to a stop, turning to see who you were yelling for. He looked over at Jihoon again, and the alpha nodded, running toward the girl.
Jeonghan didn’t wait to see what would happen to Saoirse. He couldn’t wait. He had to get you home. He had to get you to safety. So he turned back around and continued running the way he had been.
While he was focused on your safety, though, you were fixated on Saoirse’s. Sure, she was trouble, but she was the closest thing you’d ever had to a friend. So while Jeonghan ran, you watched over his shoulder to see what her fate would be.
-
The scream cut through the tense air. Everyone had clamped their hands over their ears, eyes closing tight as if it could help drown out the scream. Mingyu’s eyes were watering just from the sharp noise.
Finally, it died off, leaving everyone to look to Eunjin standing in the doorway of the den, hands still holding a plate of food like nothing happened. But her blue eyes were locked on the girl at the end of the hallway, clinging to the back of Jeonghan’s shirt with fear in her eyes. Eunjin’s eyes were glossy and filled with tears, and the two wolves who had been left behind to take care of the mates began to panic.
Eunjin was staring at you.
“What happened?” Joshua asked urgently as he rushed over to her. He stood in front of her, gently gripping her upper arms and searching her eyes, but it was like he wasn’t even there to her. It was like she was still staring through him at you. ���Eunjin? Did you hear something? Do you sense something? What is it?”
The three wolves waited for her response, but they knew her scream woke up every single mate upstairs and they would no doubt be down to ask questions soon. Immediately, they feared the worst. One of their own had died. Hell, maybe you were going to kill them. That wouldn’t have caught Eunjin’s attention like that. She would’ve sensed or heard something more significant than that.
And you were even more confused than anyone else because that was the first thing you experienced after Jeonghan opened the door.
It felt like time was frozen until Eunjin’s lips quivered and she said in a whisper, “I have a bad feeling again…”
The small group looked around at each other with a mix of worried and grim looks. They all knew what that meant. It was a feeling she got when she had met Hansol before. She screamed when she saw him, and then Jiung died and things went downhill with Kyung.
Then three pairs of golden eyes were on you, along with Eunjin’s blue eyes that sent a shiver down your spine for reasons other than her screaming at you.
But Jeonghan didn’t care. He didn’t care if you brought death or something, if he were honest. Maybe Eunjin just sensed death associated with you because of what had happened. He’d make up any excuse in his head for you. He’d defend you in front of his entire pack if he had to. All he wanted was you to be safe, and now that he had you in his arms, he could make sure you always would be. And he’d never let you go.
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Boy Next Door (m) Ch.1 | BBH
Pairing: Baekhyun x Reader
Neighbor AU, slow burn, hurt/comfort, fluff, smut
Warnings [whole story]: Baek being the neighbor we’re all dreaming of, harassment (nothing graphic), a bit of body image/ insecurity, MC sucks at relationships, explicit content, unprotected sex
Word Count: ~18.5k (total), 4.5k (pt.1)
Summary: Your neighbor Baekhyun has been a pleasant acquaintance since you moved into your current apartment almost a year ago. Could he also be… a perfect match?
© Please do not copy/ post on other platforms without permission.
Chapter Masterlist: Pt. 1 > Pt. 2 > Pt. 3 > Pt. 4 (fin)
Author’s note: This has taken me so, SO long to write and edit that I cannot believe the time has come to post it lmao I just wanted to write something simple with the classic boy-next-door vibe but as usual, the story ended up being much longer than planned and I am going to post it as a mini-series. Please keep in mind that your feedback is what motivates me to write and post more <3 And biiig thanks to the lovely @beomcoups for taking on the beta duties on this whole story~
Network Tags: @bbh-net @k-vanity @ksmutsociety
PART 1
In the lobby or on your floor – those were the two locations where you’d been bumping into Baekhyun most often. Which wasn’t that strange, considering that you were neighbors. But it somehow always caught you off guard and left you flustered.
Just like the first time.
It happened almost a year ago when you were waiting for the elevator on the first floor of your building with your best friend Yuki, who came early to help you with preparations. A guy in a loose white dress shirt and jeans stepped into the elevator with you, politely greeting you before pressing his floor number.
‘Oh, you live on the 13th as well? So, you and our Y/N are neighbors!’ Yuki exclaimed.
‘Nice to meet you,’ you muttered and bowed, shy from the sudden introduction. He reciprocated, chocolate hair falling into his eyes charmingly.
‘You should come to her housewarming party! It’s in a couple hours,’ Yuki chimed in again. ‘You don’t need to bring anything, it’s just a small thing with a couple friends and neighbors. We’re making sure Y/N-ie settles in nicely here. So please come, we have tons of food!’
If anyone could ever say no to your friend… Well, you had never met such a person. You guessed that Baekhyun was simply too stunned by her enthusiasm, so he said he’d swing by for sure. In a way, you were thankful that she’d asked him – you’d have never had the guts to invite someone like that; especially not anyone as good-looking and cool as Baekhyun.
You regretted letting your bestie invite him the following evening when your party was in full swing for several hours. Most of the food was devoured, so now you were all drinking, crunching on snacks, and conversing; or trying to while jumping from one topic to another.
‘I wish we could gather more often. We all like to hang out with you, you know?’
As always, Yuki nagged at you for being too ‘stay-at-home’ of a friend.
‘I like to hang out too. But home is home. You know parties aren’t really my… favorite pastime.’
‘What is your favorite pastime, lying in bed cuddling your blanket?’ Chanyeol joked insensitively.
He should’ve known better since you were the most troubled in your group of friends regarding relationships. It was super tough for you to find a match, even when you made an effort to get out of the house and meet new people, mostly because of your history of failed relationships where your partners gained interest in someone else. It seemed like you were too plain to hold someone’s attention for long. So, you’d been ‘that single friend’ for several lonely years now. And at this time, you were actually in the very beginning of a new, promising relationship. You were still pretty insecure about it; thus, Yeol’s comment really did make you flinch. He was drunk, so that was understandable, but you still sulked at his words, mainly because they were true.
‘Hey, it doesn’t have to be a blanket.’ You frowned, pressing the straw to your lips in frustration.
‘I’m kinda sad that guy you’ve been talking to couldn’t come,’ Yuki interjected. ‘I wanted to find out what he’s like.’
‘Minho had work-related travel, so he’s resting up.’ You shrugged, sipping your drink timidly.
‘I’m sure the guy made this excuse just to avoid meeting your friends. How long have you known him for, like, two days?’ Chanyeol interjected.
‘It’s been a few weeks, actually,’ you corrected, and Hoseok, Yuki’s boyfriend, muttered a reproaching ‘hyung’ in his direction.
‘Gosh, you’re really this stupid while drunk,’ Yuki shook her head disapprovingly at your friend, who simply shrugged.
Baekhyun was pretty silent during the latest exchange, so when you briefly made eye contact, it reminded you that he could also hear all of that chatter. Which made you want to choke on your drink from humiliation. Thankfully, one of your friends still had some tact left that night, so they quickly changed the direction of the conversation. Still… you’d been mortified for weeks after the event, doing your best to avoid bumping into Baekhyun when leaving for work.
***
The next time you met, Baekhyun was also in the lobby of your apartment building. And once again, before a gathering at your place. Just days prior you had lost it and left your resignation letter at your boss's desk. Working such long hours under the constant pressure of absolutely unrealistic deadlines was taking its toll on you for sure. But when you found out they promoted a person, who was obviously less experienced and capable than you in working (but more capable in flirting with your manager), instead of you… It became the last straw.
Baekhyun appeared right on time as you struggled to push the elevator button with a whole case of beer in your hands.
‘Y/N,’ you heard his velvety voice call. ‘Nice to see you.’
‘Oh- Hi, Baekhyun.’ You greeted awkwardly, puffing from the weight you had to balance.
‘Let me help you with that?’ His suggestion sounded like a question, yet he instantly scooped the case from your hands.
‘You don’t need- thank you,’ you said, and he shook his head to indicate that it wasn’t a big deal.
‘So… having a party again?’ He asked as the elevator doors closed.
‘I wouldn’t call it a party,’ you hummed, looking at your feet. ‘I kinda had to quit my horrible job of 4 years, so my friends are making me celebrate it. Not that becoming unemployed calls for a celebration…’
You trailed off, not wanting to be a nuisance to your neighbor. He was just making small talk.
‘I’m sorry to hear that. Are you taking a break now or looking for something else?’
‘I’ll start looking next week. It’s Friday, my friends are coming… So I’ll try to just clear my mind and rest for one full weekend before I start stressing about a new job. Hopefully, my friends wouldn’t talk my ear off about it – that’s what the beer’s for. My little trick,’ you chuckled sheepishly.
‘Aren’t your friends supposed to treat you in this situation?’ Baekhyun huffed, shaking his head to rearrange his hair and better see you.
‘They should… bring more alcohol with them, I think. I couldn’t have them over for nothing, though.’
The doors opened after a robotic voice announced your floor.
‘Well, anyhow. Thanks a lot for your help!’ You tried taking the beer from Baekhyun, but he didn’t let you.
‘Open the door first; you can’t do it while holding this.’
‘Right. Thanks,’ you fussed, pressing your password in.
Baekhyun quickly placed the case on the floor of your hallway.
‘You should come!’ You blurted out, instantly getting flustered. ‘If you want.’
‘I might drop by if I’m free,’ he smiled softly. ‘My family wanted to have a video call later. That may take long.’
‘Of course. Have fun!’ You nodded, beating yourself up in your mind for being so weird suddenly.
‘You have fun,’ he chuckled, stepping towards his apartment. ‘Oh, and Y/N?’
Looking up at him as he called your name, you were met with his warm yet serious eyes.
‘If you need anything… You know where to find me.’
That made you strangely sentimental.
‘T-thank you.’
He sent you a message later on and let you know he couldn’t make it to your party. But in a way, he was there – on your mind.
***
It was about three weeks after you’d broken things off with Minho. If you could even consider it one, the relationship wasn’t long, only a couple months. At first, you thought it could be something, realizing later that it was only wishful thinking. There was no way the two of you could make it work; you were just not compatible with each other. The more you got to know him, the more you were reassured of that. Your life goals were different, your outlook on relationships was different… even your ideas of quality time with a significant other didn’t match. This time, the initial infatuation wore off rather quickly – probably because you didn’t go out of your way to appease him. You knew it was probably for the better. Pretty much all of your relationships ended the same way, with your boyfriends telling you they found someone else. Someone… more exciting.
This was the case for your first relationship halfway in your first year of university.
‘I’m sorry, Y/N. I just don’t feel the spark, you know? You’re so… domestic,’ your then-boyfriend said in his breakup speech. ‘I’m young, I want to experience stuff, be bold, and have fun. And there are people that I can do this with, who’ll also enjoy it.’
It repeated less than two years later when you’d barely worked up the courage to try and start something with another person. When it happened the third time, you decided you weren’t really made for relationships. It was ironic since you always wanted to be in one. You were very affectionate and were keen on taking care of people. Yes, you weren’t that into big gatherings and parties, and maybe it was a little too difficult to drag you anywhere when you were stressing about the upcoming tests and stuff… But you weren’t completely closed off! Even with those limitations, you were very sociable and had many friends. Was it so bad that you didn’t say yes to every suggestion? Did your inclination to stay at home and have cozy dates instead of outdoorsy stuff make you a non-relationship material? It seemed like every time someone else appeared, your boyfriends easily decided to move on.
And even though you weren’t in love with Minho, this breakup still made you sour. What made this particular day suck was that you’d found out that he was already in a new relationship; happily broadcasting it everywhere.
You weren’t jealous of him for being with someone else. You envied him for being able to find another partner in mere days after you parted ways, while for you, it felt like you’d never find or be able to retain anyone. Ever. Never ever.
‘Earth to Y/N!’ You jumped from someone’s voice ringing in your ears.
Looking up, you saw that the elevator doors were held open by your dashing neighbor, who was staring directly at you.
‘Sorry, I spaced out,’ you quickly entered. ‘Hi.’
‘Hey,’ Baekhyun smiled, pressing the button for your floor. ‘Is everything okay?’
‘Um, yeah. No. I mean-’ You sighed. ‘I’m just a bit out of sorts.’
‘Trouble at work?’
‘No, my new job is great. A huge improvement on the previous one. It’s just… everything else is not nearly as great?’
Yeah, because you pushed yourself to get back on the market to finally not be alone, and here you were. Back to square one.The sniffling you produced startled even your own self.
‘Oh god, I’m sorry.’
‘It’s okay. There’s nothing to be sorry about,’ he replied, his voice gentle. ‘Do you want to talk?’
‘Oh no, I wouldn’t dream about boring you with my stupid problems.’
‘I’m sure they aren’t stupid,’ he said. ‘And I have ice cream. Almost any flavor you could think of.’
You looked at him silently, and he smiled again reassuringly.
‘It’s not mandatory for you to tell me anything. But I can treat my favorite neighbor with some ice cream, can I not?’
‘Am I your favorite just because you don’t know anyone else?’ You snickered gawkily.
‘No. Not just-’
He was interrupted by the usual announcement of your floor.
‘So, what do you think? You can change first and then come, no hurry. I’m free tonight.’
You puckered your lips, genuinely intrigued by his offer. Ice cream sounded perfect right about now. Although agreeing just because of the promised treats was pretty childish, you couldn’t help but be seduced by his suggestion. So, you gave him a shy nod.
‘Okay. Throw on something comfy and come over.’
You entered your respective apartments, and only after the door behind you locked… you realized that your heart was racing.
‘Damn you, Y/N, why did you agree to do this??’ You whined, catching a glimpse of your scrunched-up face in the mirror.
Fishing your phone out of your handbag quickly, you messaged Yuki.
You | I fucked up, Yu!!
You | Idk what to do now…. ㅠㅠ
Ki-yaah | What happened?? Did you like a pic on Minho’s new gf’s SNS??
Ki-yaah | I’m so dumb for telling you about this… I’m so sorry Y/N ㅠㅠ
You | No, not that
You | Who cares about Minho and his girlfriend??
You | I mean, I was a bit salty about this… But I met Baekhyun again!
Ki-yaah | Baekhyun? Your cute as fuck neighbor Baekhyun??
You | No
You | Yes?
You | My neighbor Baekhyun. I blurted out that I wasn’t in the greatest mood, and he invited me to his place for ice cream!
Ki-yaah | WHAT
Ki-yaah | YAH
Ki-yaah | THAT SLEEK BASTARD
Ki-yaah | I hope you’re texting me from his couch
Ki-yaah | Or kitchen counter
Ki-yaah | Or wherever you kids decide to do it
A bunch of obscene emojis appeared on your screen, making you blush on the spot.
You | Do it?? We’re not doing anything. I’m home!
Ki-yaah | So, you’ve already done it?? HOW WAS IT??
Ki-yaah | Waaah, you’re quick these days, Y/N-ah! Finally, you’re learning your lessons
Ki-yaah | I hope you wrapped it up though
Ki-yaah | I wouldn’t blame you if you skipped it, though, I can imagine how starved you are on good sex.. Still, safety first!
Ki-yaah | Wait, so was he?? Any good??
Ki-yaah | You’re silent!
She typed so fast that you didn’t even have a second to write back, mostly from shock – your friend wasn’t always this shameless, actually.
Then she started calling.
‘Yah, why aren’t you spilling the beans?? Too worn out to type, bestie?’ She smirked on the phone, making you cringe.
‘Because there’s nothing to spill! I haven’t even gone over yet.’
There was a second of silence.
‘… What?!’
‘I have to change; I just came from work, you know? My makeup needs fixing too…’
Your phone instantly started vibrating as a video call request came in, which you begrudgingly accepted.
‘Damn, you can’t go like this. It’s not seductive at all!’ She exclaimed.
‘I’m not going over to seduce anyone! And he told me to wear something comfy…’
‘What?? Hm, actually…’ She tapped her index finger on her chin, deep in thought. ‘He does look like the type to be into that.’
‘I-into what?’
‘Cute girls! I told you already, he was probably crushing on you since the time he came to your housewarming party!’
‘Pfft, that’s ridiculous. And don’t bring up him allegedly glaring at Yeol for his stupid comments again, I beg of you!’
‘Alright. But he’s always so nice to you! Oh-Em-Gee, you’d look so cute together,’ she squealed.
‘I don’t have time for this. I can’t have him waiting for much longer, and I need to shower…’
‘Yes! And remove your makeup while you’re at it.’
‘Huh?? If I redo my makeup… isn’t it gonna look strange? Like I’m trying too hard?’
‘You won’t have to redo it. You’ll have only very basic nude makeup on. Looking all natural and cute.’
‘I swear, if you say ‘cute’ one more time-’
‘Can’t a girl dream?? I can already imagine how cute your children would be…’ Your friend kept musing.
‘I’m hanging up.’
‘Yah, take this seriously. Clean up nicely, and let your hair down. Also, shave your-’
‘Yuki!!’
‘You never know!! One second, he’s licking ice cream off his spoon; the other, he’s l-’
Quickly tapping on your phone screen, you canceled this embarrassing call. The vivid images didn’t leave your mind as fast, though, so you shivered, shaking your head to get rid of the obscenities.
‘She’s a bad influence, for sure,’ you muttered, still ashamed of yourself for imagining your neighbor in such a context.
The time was ticking, so you decided that Yuki was somewhat right and needed to clean up. You also needed to hurry the heck up; you didn’t want to make Baekhyun wait too long. Thirty minutes later, you were in front of his door.
‘Come in, come in,’ he ushered you inside, having you change your footwear for the pink house slippers.
Why did he have those again?
‘Cute, right? I ordered them for my niece and got the size completely wrong, but they fit you perfectly. I guess I wasn’t wrong after all.’
He looked at your feet for another second before blinking and clearing his throat.
‘Let’s not waste any more time, everything’s ready. Come on!’
Everything? Did he prepare a whole reception?
You took a good look at the back of his head as he walked you to his kitchen, noticing that his hair was slightly wet. Did he also shower? You swallowed at the thought. He probably didn’t invest as much time into the preparations as you did, though. You blamed your best friend for the inappropriate thought she planted in your head!
‘Here, take a look.’
He opened his freezer, and you gasped.
There was an entire collection of ice cream. Cones, popsicles, buckets… All different flavors and manufacturers.
‘I see you’re impressed,’ he smirked. ‘I have a niece and a nephew, you know? Kids aren’t easy to please these days.’
‘Can’t deny that I am. How many do you have here?’
‘No idea… I just keep buying them. Which one’s to your liking? You can try different ones. I’m in the mood for mint choco and lemon.’
‘Those are my favorites!’ You jumped up like a kid.
‘Really? Both?’
‘Yeah! I haven’t seen a lemon ice cream anywhere, only sorbets! Where did you find it?’ You closed the freezer as he got the two buckets out.
Baekhyun suddenly seemed pleased with himself.
‘You think I give away trade secrets just like that…’ He replied mysteriously.
‘I wanna buy some too,’ you pouted, circling around him while he took the lids off. ‘If you don’t tell me… I’ll eat all of yours!’
‘Ha, go ahead. There’s more where that came from,’ he teased right back, hovering slightly over you.
Lowering your gaze to avoid staring directly at him, you noticed something.
‘What’s this?’
Baekhyun turned back to the counter.
‘Ah, this old thing? You know how ice cream scoops are sold in paper cups or cones? This thing,’ he picked it up. ‘Is to make those. Watch.’
He dipped the instrument in water and shook it slightly, then scooped the mint ice cream, creating a smooth green ball with tiny pieces of chocolate adding to its hue.
‘Cool,’ you muttered, genuinely finding that fascinating.
‘Right? It’s awesome!’
‘Let me guess: the kids don’t appreciate it enough?’ You asked.
‘Those little- Here, you try with lemon.’ He pressed on a small lever and dropped the green globe into a bowl.
You shook your head.
‘I’ll mess it up; you do it.’
‘Come on, Y/N. You can’t mess it up; it’s just ice cream.’
‘Just ice cream? You don’t deserve to know the secret selling spots for this!’
He snorted, moving to the side to give you more space to try and repeat his previous actions.
You dipped it in water like he did and shook it before moving the lemon ice cream bucket closer. Spending about twenty seconds taking aim, you huffed.
‘I can’t do it! Yours is so round and pretty; I am not that professional.’
‘I’ll help,’ he chuckled at your meltdown, holding your wrist and softly pressing down on your hand to guide it. ‘Scoop it this way to make it full and round.’
You did as you were told, yet your mind was far away from the scooping technique. The entire focus of your being was now set on the unprecedented proximity you were in. He held your hand, his chest so close to your shoulder that you could feel the heat radiating off him. When you dropped a yellow ball of lemon ice cream into the bowl, you could only pray that he didn’t notice the goosebumps littering your arms.
‘See? Yours is even better-shaped than mine,’ he hummed close to your ear.
‘Y-yeah.’
As if sensing your perturbation, Baekhyun suddenly stepped back.
‘Trying just two flavors is a waste of an evening. Let’s get more.’
Ten minutes later, you were sitting in his living room at the small table in front of his couch. The bowl with at least a dozen different ice creams sat atop another one, which was filled with ice.
‘No one likes melted goo, right?’ Baekhyun chuckled while constructing this mobile freezer.
You tried all of them one by one, gushing about each flavor.
‘The grape one isn’t tickling my fancy,’ he said, nudging the oddly-colored glob away.
‘Really?’ You reached for it with your spoon.
‘Don’t even try it. That’s bad,’ he scrunched his nose. ‘I can taste every chemical they used to make this grape flavor.’
You laughed, trying it despite his protests.
‘It tastes like… very cheap jelly,’ you said.
‘Exactly! Such a strange texture. Hmm, I shall look for a better option then. My nephew Siwoo loves grapes.’
You smiled at his concern for his youngest family member’s preferences.
‘Your nephews must be the happiest kids in town with an uncle like that,’ you murmured, stealing a bite from the rest of the lemon ball that he subtly nudged your way earlier.
‘They’re pretty lucky, aren’t they?’ He agreed easily, earning a snicker from you.
As you savored the last of the lemon flavor on your tongue, he leaned in, eyes focused on your lips.
‘You eat just like Siwoo,’ he instinctively wiped your lower lip with his thumb.
Looking up at him, you caught the moment he realized what he was doing and retreated.
‘Sorry,’ he muttered awkwardly. ‘It’s a habit.’
Pressing your finger to your lower lip, which was now burning, you shook your head neutrally.
‘It’s okay. You must spend a lot of time with them,’ you scooped more in your spoon to somehow soothe the burn on your lips.
‘Not as much as I’d like. Most of the time, our schedules don’t match up, especially with them living in a different city. I try to have them over or visit them as much as possible.’
Baekhyun’s voice became warmer as he reminisced.
‘I get scolded by hyung a lot for spoiling them. But what can I do? At least they’ll have those pleasant memories and presents to remember me by while we’re apart.’
‘Are they close in age?’
‘About four years apart. Seoyul is pretty grown already; I can’t believe her little brother is going to school soon as well.’ He smiled, remembering something. ‘When she started her first grade, he was so upset. He cried every time she left the house.’
‘Aw, that’s so cute,’ you cooed. ‘So they’re getting along well?’
‘Yeah, apart from the occasional bickering. Siwoo is… a boy.’
‘A little daredevil?’
‘He’s driving his noona insane sometimes. To be honest, I was exactly the same at his age. We’re both lucky to have siblings several years older.’
‘Ah, so your hyung is much older than you?’
‘Seven years. He was almost like a father,’ Baekhyun chuckled. ‘But had he been even a couple of years younger… Pretty sure he would’ve given me a piece of his mind back then.’
‘I wouldn’t ever imagine that you were a maknae of your family.’
‘Why? I had so much aegyo as a child! Yes, my mom had to exercise lots of patience, but I was cute as hell.’
‘I’m sure that’s how it was,’ you hummed.
‘I’m still in the top-3 cutest of our family list. Might even be cuter than Seoyul at times; she’s way too serious these days.’
‘Wow, going over your nephews’ heads after the title… How mature of you.’
‘Hey, don’t blame me for being extremely cute.’
‘Show me some aegyo then,’ you challenged him with a smile.
‘Huh, you wish. You’re not ready for my aegyo, Y/N-ie.’ He responded sassily.
‘Is that so?’ You smirked, holding his gaze up until the chime of your phone provided an interruption.
Your bestie found a great time to pry into your business, which was evident from the message previews on the screen.
Ki-yaah | You’re not texting me back…
Ki-yaah | Which either means that you chickened out…
Ki-yaah | …or his stamina is REALLY freaking impressive
Ki-yaah | Which one is it??? I hope it’s the latter!
You inhaled sharply and started coughing, barely managing to swipe those messages off the screen before Baekhyun could see them.
‘Are you okay?’ He patted you on the back to help you overcome your coughing fit.
‘Yeah, I’m fine. I didn’t realize it was so late… It was so rude of me to keep you up. Let me help you clean this up.’
‘Leave it,’ he shook his head, catching you by the wrist. ‘I’ll put this away later.’
‘I’ll… get going then,’ you stood so abruptly that your legs couldn’t keep up with you, completely numb from being in the same position for so long.
‘Y/N!’ Baekhyun rose to catch you by the arms. ‘Take a second, sit on the couch. Your legs must’ve fallen asleep.’
You swatted at your legs with your palms, urging the blood flow to restore quicker.
‘Sorry…’
‘Why are you sorry? I’m not in a hurry to get rid of you.’ He stated simply.
‘It’s just so late… and… you must have stuff to do.’
‘Nope. I actually had fun. I rarely get to sit around at home munching on ice cream and enjoying another grownup’s company.’
You bit your lip shyly at his words, and he suddenly tsked.
‘Although I feel like we were mostly talking about me. That’s a shame. I want to hear about you as well,’ Baekhyun mused, walking you to the door. ‘Well, let’s save it for next time.’
Next time, he said.
Next time??
You turned your back on him to conceal the shade of your cheeks and pretended to fidget with the doorknob.
‘Let me,’ he reached over you, pressing his warm chest to your back for a second to unlock the door.
But before you could step outside, his fingers wrapped around your forearm in a lax hold.
‘And Y/N… If you ever find yourself craving some lemon ice cream… I’m ready to provide it.’
With that, he pushed the door open and allowed you to leave his apartment.
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Sexual Fantasies | Chanyeol
Chanyeol x Reader, bffs to lovers au! Word count: 2752 Genre: smut Author: maari Warnings: Mentions of alchool, me bringing back Chanyeol's iconic purple hoodie because yes that's a warning, masturbation (f), some explicit words, kinda corruption kink MDI!! THIS IS A +18 STORY Note: OKAAAY SOOO i kind of wrote it in 3 hours because i really liked the idea and i can say i'm really proud of this one. YEAH BYE Request: a request for chanyeol we’re he thinks y/n is innocent and treats her like a little sister and one day he hears her masturbate and moaning his name ⫷ Exo Masterlist
"Beer for everyone." Chanyeol announced as he held the bottles out to Kai, Sehun and Kyungsoo.
Y/N smiled, stopping her conversation with Sehun who was sitting next to her, she reached out her hands to grab her bottle.
"And for you, miss." Chanyeol snatched the bottle away from Y/N's hands before she could touch it and handed her another one. "Cola."
Her smile faded instantly and the boys laughed at her surprised face.
"Are you serious?" She asked irritably and Chanyeol pursed his lips, nodding in agreement. She took the bottle reluctantly. "You forget that I'm only 4 years younger than you, right?"
"A baby, practically." Kai spoke, to piss her off even more.
"You should drink milk." Sehun joked, taking a sip of his beer.
Y/N glared at him.
"I'm not the one crying because nobody wished me a happy birthday." She replied and Kyungsoo laughed out loud, nearly spitting out his beer.
Kai and Chanyeol laughed too when they saw Sehun's face wither.
"You're not funny." He complained and she rolled her eyes, returning her attention to Chanyeol who sat on the other side of the couch.
"Why can't I drink with you guys?" she didn't want to look like a child but it was impossible not to pout.
"Because I still remember perfectly how you look when you drink." he replied and she snorted.
"It was only once."
"You wanted to throw yourself in the pool."
"It was hot!"
"You can't even swim."
"I was going to float anyway."
"Your dress was white!"
"The family quarrel will last for how long?" Kyungsoo asked sarcastically.
Y/N crossed her arms and glared at him.
She hated it when they treated her like she was a little sister. She was a friend, nothing more.
And yet, it seemed that no one took it seriously. Mainly Chanyeol.
"I hate it when you guys do that." she complained and saw Kyungsoo raise his eyebrows, slightly confused. "You treat me like I'm a child." she stared at Chanyeol who was stretching his arm on the sofa, looking at her curiously. "Mostly you!"
"That's because you're innocent, Y/N." Kai said and she looked at him instantly.
"What?!" she asked, partially shocked. Because the other part thought it was funny.
That's why she started laughing, that idea was absurd.
But seeing that they were quiet, indicated that it was serious.
When she looked at Chanyeol, he had guilt in his eyes.
She blinked a few times.
"Oh come on!"
"But that has to do with your personality, Y/N." Sehun argued. "You're always so quiet and shy."
"Remember when you accidentally fell into Baekhyun's lap? You ran to hide."
Y/N felt her cheeks burn at the memory of what had happened.
It was all Chanyeol's fault, really. She had bought a new dress, a little shorter than what she was used to wearing but she loved how it looked on her body, she got up from the sofa at Suho's house - it was his engagement party - and Chanyeol got up from where he was about to cover her exposed legs with a blanket.
However, she was annoyed that he wanted to cover her legs all the time so she tried to stop Chanyeol. It wasn't a very smart decision because he kept wrapping the blanket around her waist, it brought him closer and made her flinch every time he tried to cover her up. And that made her fall into Baekhyun's lap because she hadn't seen the boy sitting down.
"Do you need to remember this every day?" she questioned, trying not to show that she was still ashamed of that.
And the way Chanyeol was looking at her was making her even more shy.
"Admit it, Y/N, you're innocent." Sehun shrugged and she stared at him, challenged.
"You guys really don't know me."
[...]
Y/N opened the door and heard hurried footsteps running towards her, trying to balance the purchases in her hands felt something jump on her leg, she smiled before she even looked.
And then barking echoed through the room.
"Hey Zzar, calm down girl!" she laughed and closed the door with one leg. "I hope you didn't wreck your father's house."
Y/N looked around and apparently everything was intact, this made her sigh and go to the kitchen, leaving her groceries on top of the counter. After she bent down to pick the dog up, Zzar gladly accepted and started licking Y/N's face, who just laughed.
"I know, I missed you too." She hugged the dog's body. "Let's make up for lost time, your father will take time."
Chanyeol had taken Toben to the vet to get some tests done as the dog seemed quieter than usual, which was really weird considering it was only calm when Y/N was around, but Chanyeol was worried since Toben wasn't eating right too.
And since Chanyeol couldn't take care of Zzar and Toben at the same time, he had asked for help from the only person he trusted. Y/N.
She already had the keys to his house, she was social enough for Zzar not to strange her presence, she was free to cook and even take a shower at Chanyeol's house.
And it wasn't like she could deny his request.
She could never resist his wide smile.
Even if it meant leaving work, tired, and heading straight to his place after stopping by the market.
Y/N took the opportunity to cook something and while leaving it on the stove, she put food for Zzar.
After eating and washing the dishes she had messed up, Y/N turned off the lights and went straight to Chanyeol's room and threw herself on the huge comfortable bed.
She laughed when she saw that Zzar tried to do the same thing as her, but without success. Y/N was about to pick the dog up and put it on the bed when her phone vibrated.
She looked up quickly, seeing that Chanyeol had sent her an audio message.
'I'm waiting for the doctor to call, he's going to talk to me about the x-ray.' Chanyeol grunted from the other side and Y/N swallowed hard, the tired and husky tone was a little too much for her. 'Thanks again for taking care of Zzar, I hope I'll be back home soon.'
Y/N took a deep breath before answering, saying that she would always be there when he needed her and that everything would work out.
She blocked the phone screen and left it next to her body while looking at the ceiling.
She knew he wasn't only tired but worried, and so was she. Both with Toben and Chanyeol.
However… Chanyeol's voice sent shivers through Y/N's body that she didn't even know was possible.
All she wanted was to be able to be by his side, hugging him tight, feeling his strong arms wrap around her tightly.
Y/N ran her hands over her face and took a deep breath again, that crush she had on her friend was pathetic and longstanding.
But there was no stopping it, he had everything she was looking for in a man and more.
In fact, Chanyeol had set the bar too high for any guy to reach. And the fact that Y/N couldn't find anyone who could come close to what Chanyeol was… was frustrating.
Y/N looked at Zzar who was lying beside the bed and staring at Y/N.
"Your dad is a idiot, you know that?" Zzar cocked the head to the side, seeming even interested in what Y/N was saying. "If he knew what his voice does to my legs, he would never speak around me again." Zzar continued to stare at Y/N. "And the worst thing is, he can't even imagine the influence he has on me. I'm a fool, right?" Zzar raised the hind legs and wagged its tail. "Of course I am, I'm pouring my heart out to a dog."
Y/N sighed, her whole body feeling tired but she knew she wouldn't be able to sleep until Chanyeol arrived.
However, being stubborn, she even tried to take a nap, but she turned from side to side, even with her eyes closed, sleep didn't come.
And honestly, that outfit was bothering her. Lying down in jeans and a blouse with pearl details was hurting her, that's why she decided to strip down to her underwear and got out of bed, going to Chanyeol's wardrobe to put on one of his sweatshirts.
She touched his clothes, his perfume was impregnated in everything there, and she laughed softly when she found the famous purple sweatshirt.
It had been so long since she had seen him wear that sweatshirt, she smiled mischievously and put it on right away.
Of course, it was twice her size but it could still read the red 'Sexual fantasies' lettering.
She thought he'd thrown that sweatshirt away, but it was tucked away in the back of his wardrobe.
Y/N took the opportunity to go to the bathroom and Zzar followed after going on its way to who knows where, Y/N laughed at the thought that the dog had also gone to do her business.
After washing her hands, Y/N looked at her reflection in the mirror and laughed as she remembered Sehun's words from the other day.
"Admit it, you're innocent."
Imagine what he and the guys would think to see her wearing that sweatshirt.
Like a click, a rather evil idea flashed through Y/N's head and her eyes widened as she realized what she had been thinking.
Okay, she wasn't that innocent but she wasn't a pervert either.
She left the bathroom, shaking her head as if to dismiss that thought and went back to the bedroom, expecting Zzar's company but the dog wasn't there.
Y/N threw herself on the bed again and looked back at the bedroom ceiling, trying to control her breathing but the idea wouldn't leave her head.
She didn't need to touch herself then and there just to prove to herself that she wasn't as pure as others thought she was.
But on the other hand, no one would ever know. Wearing Chanyeol's sweatshirt in his bed would be like committing a crime.
Maybe not that serious.
But it was dangerous. That's why it was so tempting.
Y/N's breathing started to get heavier as her head convinced her that this was going to be a secret that no one would ever suspect, she brought her thumbnail to her mouth as she pondered practically giving in to temptation.
And she only needed one thing to convince herself, remembering Chanyeol's audio.
His growl had activated something in her, her most intimate and secret fantasies. The most sexual.
Her heart was pounding and she kept her eyes closed as she imagined Chanyeol growling like that in her ear, and then kissing every inch of her neck while his firm and large hands touched her body shamelessly.
How sweet the low moans he would let out, and the dirty words he would speak so close to her ear.
Just imagining it, she shivered all over, her body temperature rose and she felt a certain discomfort in her lower abdomen as well as a fire that rose from her legs to the middle of them.
Y/N took her hand to her panties but figured it was Chanyeol's fingers slowly teasing her.
Now, she needed to finish what she started and she had enough imagination for that.
She was too lost in her own fantasy to hear the front door close, Chanyeol arrived with Toben on his lap.
The poor dog was doped with medicine that would help with the stomach problem it was having, at least he was sure that the little animal was getting better. Chanyeol hated seeing Toben so quiet, it was even weird.
Chanyeol looked for Y/N with his eyes but he didn't find her there so he took the opportunity to take Toben to its bed, after petting the pet's fur, he started looking for Y/N around the house.
She wasn't in the kitchen, he found Zzar sleeping next to the couch but Y/N wasn't there so he just thought she was in his room.
And he wasn't going to complain because he knew how much she liked his bed, and he wasn't planning on going there either because he wanted to curl up on the couch and go to sleep.
However, he didn't even sit on the sofa because he heard a muffled groan. Frowning, he stayed silent to make sure he wasn't delusional and he was sure when he heard it again coming from his room.
Curious, he made his way towards the bedroom in slow, silent steps. Was Y/N having nightmares or…
"Chanyeol." He stopped where he was when he heard the moan now louder and it had nothing to do with dreams, he knew that moan well but not coming from Y/N. That was why his eyes were wide. "Please, faster."
He felt the blood rush through his veins and pool in two places: his ears, which should have been red, and well…his cock.
The sound was low but still erotic. Something he never thought he'd hear from Y/N, it was so sensual that even going against his morals his feet carried him towards the bedroom door.
He swallowed hard and clenched his hands into fists when he had the privileged view of Y/N lying on his bed, with her panties pushed to the side while her fingers entered and left her quickly.
He smirked when he saw that she was wearing his purple sweatshirt.
Naughty, was all he thought.
Chanyeol wasn't even breathing, he wanted to be able to capture every sound Y/N made, be it the pained moans that came out of her mouth or the sound of her fingers desperately touching her intimacy.
"Chanyeol, I wanna cum. Please."
Heavens, he could never have imagined her saying that, but now that he had heard it, he felt every part of his body become electrified.
Y/N panted and arched as her fingers circled her clit, eyes closed as the most pornographic sounds came out he was sure she was close.
Chanyeol felt his pants get tighter and tighter as he got excited to see the scene.
"Fuck, more. Oh my God." and then he saw her squirm and her mouth open in a perfect O as a loud, drawn-out moan echoed through the house. As she moaned his name.
He felt every hair on his body stand on end and it took a lot of self-control not to bring his hand to the erection that was now apparent.
Y/N took a deep breath as spasms followed the orgasm, and Chanyeol felt his mouth water at the sight of her pussy all wet and shiny as Y/N removed her fingers to adjust her panties back into place.
He would have laughed at Y/N's shocked face when she turned her head and saw him standing in the open doorway, if he wasn't completely aroused and ready to do something crazy.
Y/N's mouth opened a few times but no sound came out, it didn't even sound like she was the one moaning seconds ago, and she blinked more than usual. She was speechless.
That's why he took the opportunity to enter the room, being watched by her, and go to the bed, kneeling on the mattress without taking his eyes off her.
Y/N felt her eyes flicker as Chanyeol bent down so that his face was closer to hers, both of their breaths were panting and Y/N didn't even move.
"You're a very bad girl, you know that?" he whispered, bringing a hand to her thigh and Y/N sighed. "And do you know what happens to bad girls?" she shook her head and Chanyeol lightly slapped her skin, making her moan in surprise. "They are punished."
"Please." she asked and he ran his hand over her sodden panties up to the sweatshirt she was wearing.
"Pretty conducive, don't you think?" he referred to the phrase and she bit her bottom lip.
"I was hoping it wasn't just fantasy." She replied quietly and Chanyeol brought his face more close to hers, their noses touching.
"Don't worry, tonight won't be."
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Helllooooo! This is going to be by far my biggest story . Please suport me !
Chapter1 Chapter2
Three women: an ambitious rookie cop, a rebellious ER doctor, and a quiet dance student, find themselves entangled in the dark, seductive world of Seoul’s Mafia.
On the other side: a brilliant Mafia boss, a cold-hearted enforcer, and a dangerously charming manipulator.
When their worlds collide, love and loyalty blur, and crossing the line may cost them everything.
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Genre: Mafia AU | Angst | Romance | Drama
Pairings: Suho x Min | Chanyeol x Nari | Baekhyun x Sunny
Warning ⚠️: Violence and physical altercations, mentions of death/murder, weapons use (guns, knives, etc.), swearing, mild suggestive themes or sexual tension , mentions of blood/injury (e.g., medical descriptions or violence-related wounds), morally gray characters/actions.
Exo Ot12 !!!
Chapter 1
Chapter 1
The office was a whirlwind of chaos as the mafia prepared to make another bold move, eliminating Police Chief Kang Hyu-cheol, the trusted right hand of Chief Im Dong-hyun. The air was thick with frustration and fear, tension mounting with each passing second.
Inside Chief Dong-hyun’s office, the phone on his desk rang incessantly, its shrill tone cutting through the suffocating silence. But Dong-hyun didn’t move. He sat frozen, his hands trembling slightly as the devastating news sunk in.
That was when his daughter, Min, burst into the office. Hyu-cheol had been more than her father’s right hand—he had been like an uncle to her, a steady and familiar presence throughout her life. But there was no time for grief, no space for weakness. Min forced herself to push aside the growing ache in her chest. She had to be strong. For her father.
“Dad…” she said softly, her voice laced with sadness, trying to mask the cracks threatening to form.
Her father didn’t respond. The only sound in the room was the muffled sobs he tried—and failed—to contain. As the cries turned into heavy, unrelenting weeping, Min’s heart clenched. She had never seen her father cry, not once in her life. The sight left her unmoored, unsure of how to react.
Slowly, she approached him, crouching beside his chair and gently taking hold of his arm, forcing him to meet her gaze.
“Dad,” she repeated, firmer this time, her voice steady despite the storm raging inside her. “I promise you, we’re going to stop them. They won’t kill anyone else. Not on my watch.”
Her father’s tear-streaked face twisted with anguish. He knew better than anyone that this was a promise far beyond her control. And the thought of her being the mafia’s next target wrenched his heart painfully.
“You are not getting involved in this case,” he said, his voice hoarse but resolute as he fixed her with a desperate look. “Do you hear me?”
His words carried a weight that even his sobs couldn’t undermine. They were not a request—they were an order. An order born of fear, love, and the unbearable thought of losing the only family he had left.
Nestled in the secluded, impenetrable depths of Gwanmok Forest, the mansion stood like a phantom of power and wealth. It was a four-story architectural masterpiece, hidden from the world by twisted, unlit roads and signal-dead zones. Its modern façade exuded luxury—glass, steel, and stone fused seamlessly under the faint glow of the evening sky. Outside, an elegant cascading waterfall dominated the courtyard, flanked by well-manicured gardens. Gigantic gates guarded the property, reinforced with cutting-edge security.
Inside, the mansion was a labyrinth of purpose. The underground basements housed an expansive training facility and an arsenal of weapons and vehicles. The ground floor featured a state-of-the-art casino, a lavish bar, and a sprawling living room. Offices filled the first floor, equipped with high-tech surveillance and hacking equipment. The third floor was reserved for the minions and staff quarters, while the fourth was strictly for the core eight members—the Mafia’s elite. This uppermost level hosted their bedrooms and an ultra-private meeting room where only they gathered to decide the fate of their empire.
The core members sat around a sleek glass table in the dimly lit meeting room. Suho leaned back in his chair, his piercing gaze scanning the room. A glass of whiskey rested in his hand, the amber liquid catching the light from the digital screens that lined the walls.
“So, I’m assuming you’ve heard already,” Suho began, his voice calm yet cold. “Someone killed Hyu-cheol. But now the police are sniffing around.”
Sehun slouched in his chair, twirling a blade between his fingers. His irritation was palpable. “We’ve got too many businesses running right now to deal with this. The last thing we need is the cops breathing down our necks.”
“What’s the plan, then?” Xiumin asked, his tone steady as he folded his arms. Ever the reliable one, he was always ready for action but measured in his approach.
Suho’s expression remained unreadable as he replied, “They’ll probably send someone after us. We need to stay vigilant.”
Baekhyun smirked, leaning forward with his usual mischievous air. “And who’s going to come for us now that Hyu-cheol is out of the picture?”
D.O., seated at the far end, didn’t lift his eyes from his laptop as he tapped away. “From my sources, Hyu-cheol’s superior is Im Dong-hyun. Chief of Police in the Violent Crimes Division. He’s been in his position for over 12 years but has never touched a case involving the Mafia. Until now.”
Suho swirled the whiskey in his glass, his sharp eyes narrowing. “What else do we know about him?”
D.O. connected his laptop to the large screen at the front of the room. “Plenty,” he replied, his tone even. As the screen flickered to life, a profile of Dong-hyun appeared. “He’s 52. Solved dozens of high-profile cases, with a success rate of 97%. Widowed. Has diabetes, mild form. But here’s the interesting part—he has a daughter. An only child. His weakness.”
The room went silent for a moment, the implication sinking in.
“Should I give you more details about her?” D.O. asked, his voice cutting through the silence.
Suho gave a curt nod.
D.O. clicked through the files. “She’s 25. A junior officer in the Violent Crimes Division. However, she’s been kept on low-risk cases—probably her father’s doing. She’s green but ambitious.”
The screen shifted to live surveillance footage, showing Min with two women walking inside of a café.
“Is this live?” Chen asked, raising an eyebrow as he leaned forward.
“Yes,” D.O. confirmed.
“Who are those two with her?” Chanyeol asked, his deep voice breaking his usual silence.
D.O. pulled up their profiles. “Kim Nari, 24, a dancer at the Korean National Opera. And Han So-yeon, also known as Sunny, 25, a resident ER doctor.”
Baekhyun’s eyes sparkled with mischief as he leaned back in his chair. “A cop, a doctor, and a dancer. Sounds like the beginning of a bad joke.”
Kai, who had been silent until now, finally spoke. “What’s their relevance to us?”
“They’re not involved in anything… yet,” D.O. said. “But they’re close to her. If we want leverage against Im Dong-hyun, they might be the key.”
Kai’s jaw tightened as he glanced at the screen. “Leverage is one thing, but dragging innocent people into this?” His rebellious streak was always at odds with his sense of loyalty to their moral code.
“They’re not innocent if they’re in our way,” Sehun said coldly, his eyes fixed on the screen. “If they want to protect her, they’ll become collateral damage.”
Suho raised his hand, silencing the room. “We’re not making any moves yet. Dong-hyun hasn’t come for us directly. But keep watching. If he does, we’ll use whatever means necessary to protect our empire. Understood?”
A collective murmur of agreement echoed through the room.
As the meeting adjourned, the tension lingered in the air, each member retreating to their thoughts, knowing that the storm brewing outside was just the beginning.
“However…” Suho’s voice cut through the air, halting the members who were halfway out of their seats. He leaned back in his chair, his eyes narrowing with a faint smirk. “I’ll need you to keep an eye on them.”
Chanyeol let out an arrogant laugh, crossing his arms. “That’s newbie work. Why don’t we send lower ranked staff ? They got time to waste.”
Suho raised an eyebrow, clearly unimpressed. His smirk deepened. “So, we have a volunteer?” he asked, looking straight at Chanyeol. The room chuckled lightly, Suho’s mockery evident.
Chanyeol rolled his eyes. “This is bullshit.”
“You think so?” Suho said with a teasing laugh. “Then maybe you’re not as elite as you claim to be.”
Baekhyun sighed dramatically, tossing his head back. “Enough of this. We’ve got the China export to handle. Don’t tell me you expect us to babysit on top of everything else.”
Suho’s tone turned sharp, commanding the room’s attention. “That’s why you’re here, Baekhyun. Because you’re elite. You’re not just muscles and charm, you can multitask.”
Baekhyun groaned but didn’t argue further.
“I’ll keep tabs on Dong-hyun and his daughter,” Suho continued, his gaze shifting across the table. “Chanyeol and Baekhyun, you’ll keep an eye on the other two—Nari and Sunny. D.O., keep digging into their backgrounds. Report everything to me.”
D.O. gave a subtle nod, already processing the assignment in his head.
Chen, leaning casually against the wall, spoke up. “Who do you think killed Hyu-cheol? Was it the China Mafia?”
“Probably,” Suho admitted, his voice laced with frustration. “But we don’t have proof yet.” His fingers tapped rhythmically against the table as he continued. “They’ve been waiting for an opening since they betrayed us years ago. They’ve grown fast, too fast. But let’s be clear: they’re still not on our level.”
The room grew quiet as Suho’s words sank in. Everyone understood the gravity of the situation. Betrayal wasn’t something Suho, or the EXO Mafia would forgive easily.
The café buzzed softly with the hum of casual chatter and the clinking of cups against saucers. Nari, Min, and Sunny had just stepped inside, their presence turning a few heads—not that they noticed. Min chose a cozy table near the back, away from prying ears.
“Thanks for coming,” Min said after they sat down, her tone heavy with unspoken tension. She rubbed her temples as if trying to massage away the weight of her thoughts.
“Is it true?” Nari asked carefully. “About the Chief of Police being murdered?”
Sunny leaned back in her chair, her expression serious for once. “Yeah,” she said, her tone low. “The ER was a mess when his body came in for the autopsy. You wouldn’t believe the chaos.”
Nari blinked, her curiosity piqued. “Wait, so you saw him?”
Sunny shook her head quickly. “No. I didn’t see him. It’s just… bad news spreads fast, you know?”
Min exhaled sharply, frustration evident in the way she clenched her fists. “I swear I’ll catch them one day,” she muttered, her voice filled with determination.
Sunny, ever the chaotic one, leaned forward with a playful grin. “And what if they catch you instead?” she teased. “Imagine being kidnapped by a mafia boss. How thrilling would that be?” Her laugh rang out, light and carefree.
Nari rolled her eyes, a small smile tugging at her lips. “Why am I not even surprised you’d find something like that exciting?”
The three of them laughed, the tension momentarily easing. Still, Min’s eyes kept darting to the security cameras positioned around the café.
“Min, are you okay?” Nari asked, noticing her distraction.
“Yeah…” Min said, forcing a smile. But the crease between her brows told a different story.
Sunny clapped her hands together suddenly, snapping them out of the moment. “Anyway! Are you guys coming with me this weekend to the casino? I got invited by this guy who came to the ER, someone cut off one of his fingers. Poor guy.”
Nari’s eyes widened. “Wait, what? Are you sure it’s a good idea to go to a place like that with everything happening? The Mafia’s all over the city right now!”
Sunny waved her hand dismissively. “That’s why we’re taking Miss Police Officer over here.” She pointed dramatically at Min. “If anything happens, she can arrest them or something.”
Min’s lips quirked into a faint smile. “That might actually help me find some clues. Could be useful.”
Sunny grinned, victorious. “See? Even Min thinks it’s a good idea.”
Nari hesitated but finally sighed in resignation. “Fine. But if we end up in trouble, you’re the one explaining it to the authorities, Sunny.”
Sunny laughed, clapping her hands. “Deal. So it’s official, we’re going!”
As they continued talking, Min’s eyes lingered on the cameras once more, that nagging feeling of being watched refusing to leave her.
Next day , the ER was loud and chaotic, exactly like Sunny herself. The constant buzz of ringing phones, nurses barking orders, and patients crying out in pain seemed to mirror her personality. She fit perfectly there, like chaos personified in a white coat.
From kids with appendicitis to car crash victims, births to toddlers with high fevers, Sunny had seen it all in just one day. Yet, amidst the overwhelming energy of her job, her mind kept circling back to the conversation she’d had with Nari and Min the day before.
Mafia. The word held an allure she couldn’t quite resist. It wasn’t fear that gnawed at her, fear rarely fazed Sunny. No, it was curiosity, a deep itch she couldn’t ignore. And that curiosity was about to lead her somewhere she’d never ventured before.
The morgue.
The cold, sterile basement of the hospital wasn’t a place Sunny frequented. She’d avoided it thus far, preferring the chaos of the ER to the stillness of death. But now, her curiosity had gotten the best of her.
When she pushed open the heavy metal door, the temperature dropped immediately, sending a chill down her spine. The faint hum of the fluorescent lights echoed in the empty space.
“Of course, it’s freezing down here,” she muttered under her breath, rubbing her arms.
“Sunny?” came a voice from across the room.
She turned to see Jayhun, another resident doctor, standing by a desk piled with papers. He looked up, slightly surprised to see her there.
“Hello, Jay!” Sunny said brightly, masking her discomfort. She walked over to him, her usual confident stride intact. “Can I ask you a few questions?”
Jayhun nodded, setting down his pen. “Sure. What’s up?”
Sunny leaned slightly against the desk. “Were you here when they brought in Hyu-cheol? The police chief?”
Jayhun’s brows furrowed, his focus shifting to her fully. “Yeah,” he said slowly, almost cautiously. “Do you want to know about him?”
Sunny nodded eagerly, but Jayhun was already flipping through some documents. He handed her a report, his expression unreadable.
Sunny scanned the page, her eyes widening. “Wow… was he stabbed? I was expecting something a bit more, what’s the word, classy from the Mafia. Guns or something, you know?”
Jayhun stiffened, his gaze narrowing. “How do you know it was the Mafia?”
Sunny, always quick with her tongue, shrugged nonchalantly. “Who else? He was working on Mafia cases, wasn’t he? Seems logical.”
Jayhun’s tone turned sharp, almost defensive. “You don’t know that.”
Sensing the tension, Sunny decided not to push further. “Right, right. Just speculation,” she said lightly, setting the report back on his desk. “Thanks for this.”
Jayhun didn’t respond immediately, his eyes still on her as she turned and left.
By the time Sunny returned to her floor, the usual chaos had resumed. Nurses rushed by with clipboards, and a patient’s groan echoed faintly from a nearby room. She headed straight to her locker, where she pulled out her phone and dialed Min.
Min answered on the second ring. “Sunny? What’s up?”
Sunny didn’t waste time. “I just came from the morgue. Hyu-cheol was stabbed, Min. Not shot, not poisoned—stabbed. Doesn’t that seem… off?”
Min’s voice was calm but laced with tension. “I already know. I got the autopsy report earlier today.”
Sunny leaned against her locker, frowning. “Oh. Well, doesn’t that strike you as weird? I thought the was all about guns these days.”
“They are,” Min admitted. “That’s what’s bothering me. They haven’t used knives in years, and the location where Hyu-cheol’s body was found, it’s not one of their usual spots. Something doesn’t add up.”
Sunny could hear the frustration in her friend’s voice. “So… what now?”
“I keep digging,” Min said firmly. “And I keep my father from finding out how involved I am. He’s already trying to push me off this case.”
Sunny smirked. “Good luck with that. We both know you’re as stubborn as they come.”
Chanyeol wasn’t happy. In fact, he was downright pissed.
Sitting in the shadows of the opera’s vast auditorium, he leaned back in the creaky wooden chair, arms crossed tightly over his chest. The rehearsal was in full swing, with dancers moving fluidly across the stage. But his eyes were glued to one figure: Nari.
She stood out effortlessly, not just because of her beauty but because of the way she moved. Graceful yet powerful, she commanded attention without even trying. Chanyeol hated to admit it, but she was captivating.
Still, that didn’t make this assignment any less irritating.
He pulled out his phone and dialed Baekhyun.
“What?” Baekhyun’s voice came through, annoyed.
“This is pure bullshit,” Chanyeol hissed. “Is Suho testing us or what?”
Baekhyun chuckled dryly. “I agree. We’ve got a billion better things to worry about than babysitting some girls.”
“At least yours is a little interesting,” Chanyeol shot back. “I have to sit here watching Miss Little Swan do pirouettes.” His tone was dripping with disdain.
Baekhyun laughed outright, clearly enjoying Chanyeol’s misery. “Don’t tell me you’re jealous of her talent.”
Chanyeol growled into the phone. “Shut up. Have you found out anything about Sunny yet?”
Baekhyun sobered slightly. “Yeah. My guy inside, Jayhun, told me she went to the morgue asking questions about Hyu-cheol.”
Chanyeol’s jaw tightened. “She’s nosy. That could be a problem.”
“No kidding,” Baekhyun replied. “But if she keeps poking around, it might actually help us figure out who killed Hyu-cheol.”
Chanyeol sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. “I swear, if this turns into more of a headache, I’m done.”
Baekhyun snorted. “Yeah, sure. Like Suho’s going to let you off the hook that easily.”
Chanyeol hung up, his eyes drifting back to the stage. Nari was in the middle of a complicated routine, her movements so precise they seemed almost effortless.
The rehearsal had finally wrapped up after what felt like an eternity to Chanyeol. The dancers filed out of the auditorium, their tired chatter echoing through the space. But, of course, Miss Little Swan had to stay behind.
From his hidden corner, Chanyeol watched as Nari moved across the stage, repeating the same spin over and over again. Her brows were furrowed in concentration, her movements sharp yet fluid. She seemed completely unaware of the emptiness around her, completely focused on getting every detail right.
“Perfectionist,” Chanyeol muttered under his breath, tapping his finger against the armrest of his chair.
Just then, movement near the stage caught his eye. Yoomi, one of the cleaning staff, appeared, struggling to carry a basket loaded with cleaning supplies and brooms that looked far too heavy for her.
Before Chanyeol could even consider stepping in—though, realistically, he had no intention of doing so—Nari noticed the older woman. She stopped mid-spin, her expression instantly softening. Without hesitation, she jogged over to Minji and took the basket from her hands.
“Oh, Minji! You should’ve called someone to help you,” Nari scolded gently, her voice warm and full of concern.
Minji smiled gratefully, brushing her hands off on her apron. “Ah, you’re too kind, Nari. Thank you, dear.”
Nari set the basket down and straightened up, brushing a strand of hair from her face. “It’s nothing. You shouldn’t be carrying something so heavy by yourself.”
As they spoke, their laughter filled the otherwise quiet auditorium. Chanyeol’s brows furrowed slightly.
“You were amazing today,” Minji said, her eyes lighting up. “I was watching from the back. You’re more and more perfect every day.”
Nari waved a hand dismissively, her cheeks flushing faintly. “You’re too kind, Yoomi. I’m far from perfect. There’s still so much I need to work on.”
“Nonsense,” Minji said firmly. “You shine brighter than anyone else on that stage.”
Nari tried to laugh off the compliment, changing the subject. “How’s your husband? He was sick last week, wasn’t he?”
Minji's face softened at the mention of her husband. “He’s much better, thanks to those medicines you sent us. I don’t know how to thank you, Nari.”
Nari reached out and hugged Yoomi, her genuine warmth practically radiating from her. “Please don’t mention it. I was happy to help. I’m just glad he’s feeling better.”
Chanyeol’s eyes narrowed as he watched the interaction. There was something almost unnerving about how kind she was. That kind of kindness could easily get her in trouble. People like her, soft-hearted, selfless, were easy targets.
He leaned back in his seat, crossing his arms. He used to be like that once, before life beat it out of him. Nari didn’t seem like someone who’d been through that kind of hardship. She had no idea how cruel the world could be.
Too naive, he thought grimly. She won’t survive like that.
Just as he was starting to get lost in his own thoughts, a ringtone broke the silence, snapping him back to reality.
Nari fished her phone out of her bag and answered it, her voice light and cheerful. “Sunny? Hey! How was your shift?”
Chanyeol sat up slightly, straining to catch snippets of the conversation.
“Yeah, I’m done here… No, I stayed a little longer. You know how it is,” Nari said, laughing softly.
Her tone shifted slightly, a mix of excitement and nervousness creeping in. “Wait, where did you say? The casino? At the periphery of Seoul?”
Chanyeol’s interest was piqued. A casino?
Nari paused, biting her lip. “I don’t know, Sunny. That sounds… well, a little sketchy.”
Chanyeol smirked faintly. At least she’s got some sense.
But then she sighed. “Fine, fine. I’ll go. But if anything weird happens, you’re buying me lunch for the rest of the month.”
She hung up, shaking her head with a small smile.
Chanyeol’s smirk faded. A casino on the outskirts of Seoul? That was dangerous territory—too dangerous for someone like her.
Pulling out his phone, he dialed Baekhyun.
“Now what?” Baekhyun answered, his tone exasperated.
“They’re going to a casino tonight,” Chanyeol said flatly, his jaw tightening.
“A casino?” Baekhyun echoed, a hint of amusement in his voice. “Well, that’s… unexpected.”
“Yeah, and it’s one of those casinos. The ones Suho told us to stay clear of unless absolutely necessary.”
Baekhyun let out a low whistle. “Guess you’ll be working overtime tonight, huh?”
Chanyeol ignored the jab. “Just keep an eye on Sunny from your end. I’ll handle this.”
“Good luck with that,” Baekhyun said with a chuckle. “Sounds like your Little Swan is going to be a handful.”
Chanyeol hung up without replying, his eyes narrowing as he watched Nari gather her things and leave the stage.
“Handful doesn’t even begin to cover it,” he muttered, rising from his seat and disappearing into the shadows.
The Paradise Casino exuded a level of luxury and exclusivity that instantly caught their attention. Warm, golden lighting cascaded through shimmering metallic curtains that hung like drapes over sections of the vast room. Tables with sleek, polished finishes were surrounded by plush, leather chairs. The patterned carpets in deep shades of black and gold gave the space an air of sophistication, while the soft hum of conversations, clinking glasses, and the occasional cheer from a winning hand filled the air. Private rooms were tucked away on an upper level, accessible only by a staircase with glowing railings, reserved for the wealthiest or most dangerous guests.
Sunny parked the Mini Cooper, and the three of them stepped out, adjusting their outfits to shield themselves from the cold. Nari tugged at her dress uncomfortably as they approached the entrance.
“This place looks… a little too fancy for us,” Nari muttered, glancing at the extravagant decor visible through the grand glass doors.
“It’s perfect,” Sunny said confidently, adjusting her blonde bangs and flashing a mischievous grin. “A little glamour never hurt anyone. Plus, it’s not like we’re here to gamble our life savings—just to look around.”
“You’ve never been to a casino before, though, right?” Nari asked, frowning.
“Nope, but how hard can it be?” Sunny replied nonchalantly. “Besides, if anything goes wrong, Min’s got her cop badge, right?”
Min laughed as they stepped inside. “Yeah, sure, that’ll help. Too bad I couldn’t smuggle my gun in here. Don’t worry, though—I’ve got my intimidating glare.” She winked at Nari, who groaned softly.
“This feels like a terrible idea,” Nari whispered under her breath, but neither of her friends seemed to hear her over the upbeat jazz music playing in the background.
They found a cozy booth near the center of the room and ordered a round of cocktails. Sunny pouted when her virgin mojito arrived. “This sucks—I can’t even have a real drink.”
“You don’t need alcohol to cause chaos,” Nari teased, finally relaxing enough to join in the banter. “You’re a walking hurricane.”
Sunny laughed, raising her glass. “Cheers to that!”
As they laughed and sipped their drinks, they were completely unaware of the three pairs of watchful eyes tracking their every move from a shadowed corner of the casino. Chanyeol, Baekhyun, and Sehun sat at a private booth, blending seamlessly into the opulent surroundings. All three were dressed in sharp, tailored suits that screamed power and authority, their weapons concealed but easily accessible.
“This is ridiculous,” Chanyeol muttered, his eyes narrowing as he observed the girls. “Why are we babysitting?”
“Maybe Suho wanted to see if you’d finally develop a soft spot for someone,” Baekhyun teased, smirking as he swirled his drink. “Look at you, playing bodyguard.”
Chanyeol scoffed, leaning back in his chair. “At least your target has some spice. I’m stuck watching a ballerina who thinks the world’s all sunshine and rainbows.”
“You sound jealous,” Baekhyun quipped. “I, for one, am enjoying this. Who knows? Maybe something interesting will happen.”
As if on cue, a tall blonde man approached the girls’ table. All three of the men stiffened slightly when they recognized him.
“Luhan,” Baekhyun said under his breath, rolling his eyes. “What are the odds?”
Sehun smirked. “This might actually get entertaining. Luhan’s probably got a pocketful of drugs ready to spike their drinks.”
“We’re not letting that happen,” Chanyeol said sharply. His voice was low but commanding, leaving no room for argument. He gestured to one of the casino’s staff—a man loyal to their mafia—and whispered instructions. Within minutes, the waitress carrying the girls’ drinks accidentally stumbled, spilling the contents before they could take a sip.
“Crisis averted,” Baekhyun said, watching the scene unfold. “Luhan must be fuming.”
Back at the girls’ table, Luhan had introduced himself as one of the casino’s owners, sliding smoothly into the seat beside Nari. His charming smile didn’t quite reach his eyes, and Min immediately felt her guard go up.
“Are you ladies having fun?” he asked, his voice dripping with charisma. “I hope the Paradise Casino is treating you well.”
“It’s nice,” Sunny said, shrugging. “But it could be more exciting.”
Luhan chuckled, leaning in slightly. “Well, let me know if there’s anything I can do to make your evening more… memorable.”
“Actually, we’re waiting for some friends to join us,” Min said quickly, her instincts telling her to lie. She met Luhan’s gaze with practiced calm, but she wasn’t sure if he believed her.
Luhan’s smile widened. “Of course. I hope you enjoy your time here.” With that, he stood and walked away, leaving a faint trace of expensive cologne in his wake.
“Creepy,” Nari whispered, shivering slightly.
Meanwhile, back at the corner booth, Sehun laughed quietly. “Luhan and his old tricks. Think he’ll try again?”
“Probably,” Baekhyun said, already losing interest. “He can’t help himself.”
Chanyeol’s expression darkened. “We need to keep them out of trouble. I’ll handle it if Luhan tries anything else.”
As Min decided to approach Luhan for more information, Sunny and Nari wandered over to the gaming tables. Sunny, with her usual confidence, tried her hand at a slot machine, while Nari stayed close by, clearly uncomfortable but putting on a brave face.
“Relax,” Sunny said, nudging her friend playfully. “It’s just for fun. Who knows? Maybe you’ll hit the jackpot.”
Nari forced a smile but couldn’t shake the feeling that they were being watched. Little did she know, Chanyeol’s sharp eyes were locked on her every move, his protective instincts kicking in despite himself.
Nari’s head felt heavy as the overwhelming glitz of the casino grew too much to bear. The loud chatter, the relentless lights, and the haze of cigarette smoke pressed down on her chest. She needed air. Spotting a side door near the back, she slipped away unnoticed by her friends.
The cool night air greeted her as she stepped outside into a dimly lit alley behind the casino. She exhaled deeply, trying to clear her mind, but her relief was short-lived.
“Lost, sweetheart?”
Nari froze. Two men emerged from the shadows, their grins wide and uninviting. Their suits were cheap, their demeanor cocky, and their intentions unmistakable.
“I was just leaving,” she said, her voice steadier than she felt.
But they didn’t move aside. One of them stepped closer, his eyes shamelessly trailing down her sparkling black dress. “Leaving? Not so fast. Stay a while. Let’s chat.”
Nari’s stomach churned as panic began to set in. She instinctively took a step back, but there was nowhere to go.
“Don’t be shy,” the other one chimed in. “We don’t bite.
When the first man reached out, his hand brushing against her lower back, Nari felt as though ice had suddenly gripped her spine. Before she could react, a deep, commanding voice echoed from the darkness.
“I’d remove that hand if I were you.”
The air turned frigid, as if winter had arrived in that alley alone. Nari shivered, her dress doing little to protect her from the sudden chill. She turned her head toward the source of the voice and froze.
He stepped into the faint light, his towering figure dominating the space. Nari was tall, but he was taller—a striking man with fiery red hair that seemed to glow even in the dimness. His dark suit was pristine, tailored perfectly to his lean but powerful frame.
The two men immediately paled, their bravado vanishing. One of them stammered, “W-We didn’t mean any harm—”
Chanyeol didn’t let him finish. His piercing gaze bore into them, his voice low and menacing. “Leave her alone. Now. Unless you want to leave here in pieces.”
The menace in his tone was undeniable. The men didn’t need a second warning. They scurried away like rats, throwing fearful glances over their shoulders as they disappeared into the night.
Nari was rooted in place, her heart pounding in her chest. She couldn’t take her eyes off him. Was he dangerous? Probably. But he had just saved her, and for some reason, that thought was oddly comforting.
“You okay?” his voice was softer now, breaking through her haze.
She nodded mutely, unable to find her voice.
Satisfied, he turned to leave, but just as he was about to disappear into the shadows, she finally managed to speak. “Thank you.”
He paused for a moment before glancing over his shoulder. His lips twitched upward, barely forming the shadow of a smile, but he said nothing as he walked away.
As she watched him disappear into the night, her thoughts raced. He was polished, expensive-looking, and dangerously handsome. But there was something about his cold aura that unsettled her. Who was he?
Chanyeol, meanwhile, felt equally distracted. He hadn’t planned to intervene, but seeing her there—vulnerable and out of place—something in him snapped. And then he remembered her from the opera. That kind smile she had given the cleaning lady. That softness. That light. It was a stark contrast to the world he lived in.
Something was wrong, and he knew it.
Nari returned to the casino, weaving through the crowd until she spotted Min and Sunny at a table. The two were playing some game she had only ever seen in movies, laughing and teasing each other like they didn’t have a care in the world.
Min immediately noticed her friend’s tense demeanor. “What happened?” she asked, her tone low and concerned.
“Nothing,” Nari lied, shaking her head. But she couldn’t hide the distracted way her eyes scanned the room, searching for a flash of red hair.
The atmosphere in the meeting room was thick with tension. Suho sat at the head of the table, his expression thunderous. Everyone else remained silent, knowing better than to speak when their leader was in this mood.
“I have information,” Suho began, his voice sharp and controlled, “that the Chinese mafia might be here in Korea.”
“‘Might’?” Baekhyun scoffed, leaning back in his chair. “Do you mean ‘definitely,’ or are we just guessing?”
Chanyeol cut in, his voice calm but firm. “It’s confirmed. We saw Luhan earlier tonight at the casino.”
A murmur spread through the group.
“That means they’re responsible for Hyucheol,” Xiumin said, rubbing his chin thoughtfully.
“It’s not just about him,” Baekhyun muttered, swearing under his breath. “If they’re here, they’re not just sending hitmen. They’re here for us.”
“There’s another problem,” Chanyeol added, his tone darkening. “We saw Luhan talking to someone. The police chief’s daughter.”
The room went silent. Suho’s expression didn’t change, but the way his eyes darkened made everyone uneasy. He stared down at the reports in front of him, deep in thought.
“D.O.?” Suho finally asked, breaking the silence.
D.O. pushed his laptop forward, his tone calm but precise. “I hacked into the airport arrivals data and CCTV footage. It’s confirmed—they’re here. But they arranged to avoid all customs and registration checks.”
He clicked a button, and a grainy video played on the screen. Four men were seen leaving a private jet.
“They didn’t even try to hide,” Chen muttered, recognizing their faces immediately.
“So, all of them are here,” Xiumin said, his voice grim. “They’re up to something big.”
“That’s why we need to stay vigilant,” Suho said sharply. His eyes swept across the room, landing on each member in turn. “No distractions.” He put heavy emphasis on the last word.
The tension in the room was palpable. Everyone knew the storm was coming—they just didn’t know when it would hit.
The meeting room fell into a tense silence after Suho’s final declaration. Everyone exchanged heavy glances. They all knew the reputation of the China mafia—their cruelty, their resources, and their mastery of manipulation. It wasn’t just another gang. It was an organization that thrived on fear and annihilation.
“For now,” Suho broke the silence, his voice sharp and authoritative, “we stick to our assignments and routines. Nothing changes. I’ll assign more guards to the house and our bases. Stay vigilant.”
His gaze shifted to Sehun and Kai. “You two will find them. Track their movements, figure out what they’re planning. Report directly to me. No screw-ups.”
Kai nodded curtly, already processing the task at hand. Sehun, however, smirked as he leaned back in his chair, arms crossed.
“And while we’re out there doing the real work,” Sehun drawled, looking straight at Chanyeol and Baekhyun, “you two can keep babysitting.”
Chanyeol narrowed his eyes, his irritation visible, but it was Baekhyun who immediately fired back, his tone dripping with sarcasm. “Aw, Sehun. Don’t be jealous that Suho doesn’t trust you with important tasks like babysitting. It requires tact, charm, and brains—three things you seriously lack.”
Sehun laughed mockingly, leaning forward. “Say that again after you’ve had your first successful mission in, what, a decade?”
Baekhyun opened his mouth to retort, but Suho slammed his palm on the table. “Enough!” His sharp tone sliced through the room, silencing them instantly. “This isn’t a game. Act like the professionals you’re supposed to be, or I’ll find people who can.”
The tension thickened as both Sehun and Baekhyun sat back in silence, their glares still burning.
Suho turned to D.O. with a slight nod, his voice measured but firm. “D.O., any progress on the police chief’s daughter?”
D.O. smirked faintly, sliding a folder across the table toward Suho. It was thicker than any of them expected. “A little,” he said, his tone smug.
Suho opened the folder, and his brows furrowed in surprise at the sheer volume of information. The others couldn’t help but glance curiously as Suho flipped through the pages—her academic records, family history, career achievements, and even candid photographs.
“Impressive,” Suho murmured, still scanning through the file. His tone was calm, but there was an edge of satisfaction.
When the meeting adjourned, the others filtered out of the room. Suho stayed behind, seated at the head of the table with the folder open in front of him. His eyes lingered on a photograph of Min at the police academy. There was something about her—a spark of determination in her eyes that caught his attention. “This girl…” he muttered to himself, tapping the edge of the photo absentmindedly.
The next day at the violent crimes office was as chaotic as usual—phones ringing, detectives arguing, and paperwork scattered across desks. Min entered her father’s office to find him pacing furiously, yelling into the phone.
“This is unacceptable! You’ve had this information for weeks, and you’re telling me now?!” Chief Im’s voice boomed, his face red with anger. When the call ended, he slammed the phone down, the sound echoing through the room.
“Wow,” Min said with a soft chuckle, closing the door behind her. “I haven’t seen you this mad in a while. What’s going on?”
Her father sighed heavily, running a hand through his graying hair. “This damn mafia… They’re causing problems again. Every lead is a dead end, and now this.”
“Well,” Min said brightly, leaning against his desk, “I might have some good news. But first, you have to promise to let me get involved.”
Her father shot her a sharp look. “Yoon-min, no. Absolutely not. This is dangerous work���too dangerous for you.”
“Dad, come on,” she said, exasperated. “You know I’ve been training for this my entire career. Trust me. I can handle it.”
Chief Im rubbed his temples, clearly torn. After a long pause, he sighed in defeat. “Fine. But listen to me—if anything happens, even the smallest thing, you’re out. Do you understand me?”
Min rolled her eyes but nodded. “Got it, Dad. Now, let me show you what I found.”
She placed a set of papers on his desk and began explaining. “I’ve been looking into the Guan-mok forest on the outskirts of Seoul. The satellite maps of the area have been tampered with—likely hacked. There’s no other explanation for the discrepancies I found. It looks like someone erased key details from the system, possibly to hide something. If my theory is correct, this forest is being used as a base or meeting point.”
Chief Im’s brows furrowed as he leaned over the papers, clearly impressed.
“But there’s a downside,” Min continued. “The forest is huge. There’s no signal out there, which means any search would be difficult and dangerous. And if they’re hiding something, there’s bound to be security—probably armed.”
Her father stared at her, a mix of disbelief and pride on his face. “How… How did you even find all of this?”
Min smirked and crossed her arms. “I have my ways. Maybe you should trust me more often.”
Chief Im sighed again, sitting heavily in his chair. “You’re just like your mother,” he muttered, shaking his head.
Min smiled softly. “I’ll take that as a compliment.”
“Be careful, Yoon-min,” he said, his tone serious. “This isn’t a game. These people don’t play fair, and they don’t give second chances.”
“I know,” she said firmly. “But I’m ready.”
As she left the office, Min couldn’t shake the feeling that her father was holding something back—something that made him more anxious than usual. She resolved to get to the bottom of it, no matter the risk.
It was late, and the fluorescent streetlights cast long shadows over the empty parking lot as Sunny finally clocked out from her grueling shift at the hospital. She stifled a yawn, her legs aching from the endless hours on her feet. Her stomach growled, reminding her she hadn’t eaten since lunch. Cooking was out of the question—she was far too tired—so she decided to stop at a small convenience store on her way home to grab something quick.
Sliding into her car, she sighed deeply, cranking the engine to life. The short drive to the store felt like a blur, her exhaustion making every second drag. When she arrived, she parked near the front of the shop, noting how deserted the parking lot looked. A chill ran down her spine, but she brushed it off, blaming her overworked nerves.
Baekhyun was leaning against a car near the edge of the lot, a cigarette between his fingers. The soft glow of the ember illuminated his sharp features in the dark, his gaze distant as he exhaled a cloud of smoke. Tonight had been another headache—Suho’s warnings about the Chinese mafia lingered in his mind, but Baekhyun wasn’t the type to stress outwardly. His moment of solitude didn’t last long, though.
A man emerged from the shadows. Baekhyun noticed him too late; the stranger lunged at him, catching him off guard. A punch landed squarely on Baekhyun’s jaw, splitting his lip and sending blood dripping down his chin. The taste of iron filled his mouth as pain radiated through his face, but Baekhyun quickly regained his composure.
“You really picked the wrong guy,” Baekhyun muttered, his voice low and dangerous.
The man didn’t have time to react before Baekhyun grabbed him by the collar, slamming him to the ground with a force that made the concrete echo. The stranger scrambled to his feet, realizing his mistake as he caught the cold, murderous glint in Baekhyun’s eyes. Without another word, he turned and ran, disappearing into the night like a coward.
Baekhyun wiped the blood from his face with the back of his hand, muttering a curse under his breath. He leaned against his car, trying to gather himself when he heard the faint sound of heels clicking on the pavement.
Sunny emerged from the store, a small bag of groceries in hand. She was heading to her car when her eyes landed on Baekhyun. Her jaw dropped at the sight of his bloodied face, and the bag slipped from her hands, its contents spilling across the asphalt.
“Wait here!” she called out, rushing to her car to grab the first aid kit she always kept in her trunk.
Baekhyun straightened, surprised by her sudden urgency. Before he could say anything, she was back, gloves on her hands and a determined look in her eyes.
“Let me help you,” Sunny said firmly, her usual playful tone replaced by the authoritative voice of a doctor.
“It’s just blood,” Baekhyun replied dismissively, turning his face away. “I’m not dying.”
“Stop being difficult,” she snapped, moving closer. Her hands were steady, and her focus was sharp. “Sit still, or this will hurt more than it already does.”
Baekhyun froze, caught off guard by her no-nonsense attitude. He allowed her to clean the blood off his face and examine the cut on his lip. As her fingers brushed against his skin, he found himself staring at her. Her concentration was unyielding, her brow slightly furrowed, and her lips pressed into a thin line.
“There,” she said softly after a moment, stepping back and handing him an ice pack. “It’s not too bad, but you should keep this on for a while to stop the swelling.”
Baekhyun smirked faintly. “You’re pretty bossy for someone I just met.”
Sunny rolled her eyes. “And you’re pretty stubborn for someone bleeding all over the place.”
She packed up her kit, but her concern lingered. “What happened? Did someone just randomly attack you? If you want, I can call my friend—she’s with the police. She could help you file a report.”
Baekhyun let out a dry laugh. “A report? For some idiot who doesn’t even know how to throw a punch?” He wiped at the dried blood on his jaw. “Trust me, he’s not worth the trouble.”
Sunny frowned at his harsh tone but didn’t press further. “Well, with the mafia out there, you really should be more careful,” she said, half-joking but still somewhat serious.
Her words struck a chord, but Baekhyun hid his reaction behind a cold expression. “You’re one to talk. It’s late. You should go home.”
Sunny hesitated for a moment but nodded, realizing she wasn’t going to get much more out of him. “Alright. Take care of yourself,” she said, offering a small wave as she got into her car.
Baekhyun watched her drive away, her taillights disappearing into the distance. He touched the bandage on his lip, a smirk tugging at the corners of his mouth. “The mafia’s out there,” he muttered to himself, shaking his head. Something about her amused him, though he couldn’t quite put his finger on it.
He flicked the spent cigarette to the ground, stepping on it before getting into his car. As he drove off, he couldn’t stop thinking about the strange girl who’d patched him up without a second thought. Maybe the night wasn’t so bad after all.
Baekhyun lay on his bed, eyes wide open, staring at the ceiling. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t shake off the memory of the interaction in the parking lot. The way Sunny’s hands moved so delicately, yet with determination, while treating his wound. Her serious tone, so unlike her usual playful nature, had stirred something deep inside him.
“Damn it,” he muttered, running a hand through his hair. The thought of her concerned face kept replaying in his mind, and it annoyed him that she had this kind of effect on him. He wasn’t supposed to care.
The next evening, Chanyeol found himself in the opera house, a place he never thought he’d willingly go to. The grandeur of the venue was almost suffocating, and he felt out of place in the first row among elegantly dressed patrons. But he didn’t care—his attention was solely on the stage.
The performance began, and as soon as Nari appeared, he felt the air in his lungs catch. Her costume was a deep red, adorned with intricate gold details that shimmered under the lights. A glittering tiara rested on her head, completing her regal appearance. Her long dark hair was perfectly swept back into a bun, emphasizing her graceful neck and delicate features.
She moved like she owned the stage—powerful and precise yet ethereal. Every leap and turn was executed with perfection, her slender frame defying gravity. Chanyeol couldn’t take his eyes off her. She looked fearless, unstoppable, and yet, in her quieter movements, there was a fragility that tugged at something in him.
When their eyes met during her solo, it was as if time froze. Her steps faltered ever so slightly, but she recovered quickly, resuming her choreography with an elegance that masked the momentary lapse. For Chanyeol, however, that brief connection lingered like an echo in his mind. Without thinking, he pulled out his phone and snapped a photo. He stared at the image for a second, frowning, unsure why he had even taken it.
When the show ended, the applause was thunderous, echoing through the grand hall. As the crowd began to disperse, Chanyeol stayed in his seat, watching the dancers congratulate one another. His sharp eyes scanned the room, noting how Nari stood off to the side, her smile radiant but solitary. No family. No friends.
As the room emptied, he approached the stage. She noticed him, her expression shifting into one of faint surprise before she stepped closer.
“Congratulations,” he said softly, his deep voice cutting through the quiet space.
Her smile widened, though he caught a glimmer of something else in her eyes. “Thank you. Did you enjoy the performance? Are you a fan of ballet?”
“I’m not,” he replied bluntly. “I was here by mistake.” His tone was cold, sharp, and he immediately regretted it when her smile wavered for a split second.
Nari tilted her head, studying him with quiet curiosity. “Then I suppose I should feel honored to have accidentally gained your attention.”
He didn’t respond, instead glancing around the now-empty theater. “No one’s here for you? You’re the lead, though.”
Her smile remained, but the sadness in her aura was unmistakable. “I don’t have anybody,” she said simply, her voice light, as if the statement was a fact she’d long accepted. Before he could respond, a voice called her name from backstage.
“Excuse me,” she said, stepping back. Then, as if compelled by something, he added, “You were amazing.”
She paused, meeting his gaze one last time, her smile softening. “Thank you.” And with that, she disappeared backstage, leaving Chanyeol standing there, his thoughts in disarray.
The atmosphere in Gwanmok Forest was tense, the dense canopy of trees blocking out most of the evening light. Min adjusted her flashlight, leading the team deeper into the woods.
“Are we ready?” she asked, her voice brisk and authoritative as she scanned the group of officers.
Her father, Chief Im Dong-hyun, shot her a stern look. “Min, don’t stray too far from me.”
“Yes, sir,” she replied, though her excitement was palpable. She had a hunch about this place, and she was determined to prove herself right.
As the team trudged through the underbrush, Min’s sharp eyes caught something—faint tire tracks embedded in the dirt. She grinned triumphantly. “We’re on the right track,” she whispered to herself.
But as they ventured deeper, the forest grew eerily quiet, and the fading light made the shadows seem alive. Suddenly, the distant rumble of an engine broke the silence. Min’s heart raced as she and her father ducked into the bushes, switching off their flashlights.
A sleek black SUV came into view, its headlights slicing through the darkness. Behind the wheel was a tall man with striking red hair. He exuded an aura of danger, his sharp eyes scanning the forest as if he sensed he was being watched.
“Recognize him?” Min whispered.
Her father shook his head. “No, but he’s not in any of our reports. We’ve got confirmation—there’s mafia activity here.”
Min’s pulse quickened, a mix of fear and exhilaration coursing through her veins. But her father placed a firm hand on her arm. “It’s getting dark. We should regroup and come back tomorrow.”
Min hesitated, her instincts urging her to push forward. “Just a little further,” she pleaded. Without waiting for his approval, she moved ahead.
Soon, the forest opened up, revealing a massive, ominous castle-like structure. Min’s breath hitched. “This is it,” she whispered, barely containing her excitement.
Before they could approach, the other officers joined them. But their victory was short-lived. Out of the shadows, armed figures emerged, encircling the group.
“Drop your weapons,” a deep voice commanded.
The red-haired man from the SUV stepped forward, a smug grin on his face. “Well, well, what do we have here? A little lost police party?”
Min clenched her fists, her mind racing as her father stepped protectively in front of her. The tension crackled in the air, the standoff on the verge of exploding.
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Can I Stay? (A Baekhyun Story) Part 14.
Pairing: You x Baekhyun
Rating: M
Word Count: 7.6K
Warnings: Park Chanyeol word vomit. Crazy in love. Crazy, Crazy in love. Absolutely lost in the love sauce. FLUFF.
A romance between two adults with an unspecified age difference between them, an English story that uses the word Noona for lack of another word in English that carries the same feeling, if you don’t like this, then don’t read this story.
Tag list: @andimoon @his-mochi-cheeks
Links: Part 1, …. Part 13, Part 14, Part 15
He was tall and handsome, friendly and inviting. He shook your hand with animated enthusiasm and a wide toothy smile. Behind him, your boyfriend, Baekhyun stood with his arms folded over his chest, tapping his foot on the shiny marble tile floor. He cleared his throat noisily as his best friend Chanyeol shook your hand for what was going on now for too long. The smile on his face was almost manic. This guy’s energy matched his volume.
“Chanyeol can’t stay long. He’s got other things to do.”
“I don’t have anything to do. Do I smell Halmi’s food?”
Baekhyun’s face was passive and blank. You recognized the hesitation with the way he opened his lips and inhaled to speak and then closed his lips up again as he looked down at the floor below his bare feet. When he finally did answer, it had taken him a while.
“Yeah, Chanyeol. We went to see Mimi.”
Chanyeol’s forward steps hesitated and he paused mid-way between the long hallway that Baekhyun still occupied and the open kitchen space you stood in feeling underdressed and unprepared to suddenly be meeting Baekhyun’s best friend. You didn’t have a speck of makeup on but thank God you’d opted to wear a bra under this soft sleeping set because without it there would likely be no mysteries as to what you both had been up to before he showed up.
Chanyeol seemed to react curiously to the news that you’d both visited Baekhyun’s Mimi today. You did notice that Baekhyun didn’t ask if Chanyeol had had dinner nor did he make any offers to share food with the man.
He looked into Baekhyun’s face, his own eyes wide with a look of surprise that you didn’t quite understand. This must not have been about the food.
“You took her to Halmi?” Chanyeol asked with a step snuck closer to where Baekhyun stood with hands in his pockets.
Baekhyun nodded his head and Chanyeol turned back to look into your face.
You smiled in response, not quite grasping the significance of this detail that Chanyeol seemed to fixate on.
“Oh,” Chanyeol said quietly, not directing this at you but back toward the shorter man standing behind him.
“Yeah,” Baekhyun said, agreeing to something unspoken between the two of them.
“Mimi was very sweet,” you had to speak. This whole exchange was so cryptic and mysterious you could hardly stand it.
“She gave us some strawberries.” You said looking down at the container stuffed with bright red berries feeling just a little bit silly with the scant details you added to the story. You didn’t have nearly enough preparation for any of this and you honestly felt left out of their conversation about what you meeting Mimi seemed to imply to both of them.
Chanyeol responded with a bright face; matching your small polite smile with his own full grin, “Did she? She liked you then.”
“I liked her too,” you said softly to yourself. He was watching your face for a while with a pensive look before his smile returned to his face and he leaned a long torso beside you, propping himself on an elbow on the countertop.
“Well it’s very nice to finally meet you. I’ve heard so much about you, Noon—, uhh” his eyebrows furrowed and turned his focus to Baekhyun, “What do I call her? Is it too soon for Sister-in-law? I get to be your best man right? How long have you been dating? A half-year? If you took her to see Halmi then I’m going to say Sister-in-law. You have definitely been talking about her for at least a year.”
That didn't sound right, Baekhyun had only been working as your assistant for a few months. Sure you’d worked with him on a previous project but you’d had next to no interaction with the man, even if he seemed to remember you well enough. The more Chanyeol talked — and remarkably, he hadn’t quit yet — the more he sounded like an unreliable source. There were just so many words to this man and not nearly enough useful ones.
Baekhyun had joined you both in the kitchen and some sort of whispered exchange was happening that you decided you’d just let them have. Of course it was happening right beside you and you could hear everything they said.
“A month? No way, less than that? Well, what were you all up to here before I came? Is this your first date—-Ahhh,” Chanyeol let out a loud yelp of pain. Baekhyun had pinched him somewhere.
“Okay. I’m going…I’m going, settle down,” Chanyeol finally said with a deep frown. He was rubbing a palm over his ribs.
But he had turned to talk to you again. He’d said one thing while he actively did something else. He was fascinating to watch. Like a spinning top that once it got started just could not stop.
“I guess you already know that he’s crazy about you,” he said with his eyes wide and he giggled as he took a big step away from where Baekhyun reached out another hand with slim pinching fingers extended and grasping.
“Like crazy, crazy. Not cute, silly, rom-com crazy either — you know, for a while I was sure you were a symptom. I was convinced of it.” He took another big step away from your boyfriend who had switched to swatting. You heard the occasional smack that echoed out when a swinging hand made contact with a person’s back.
His stream-of-consciousness rambling was entertaining at least and you didn’t try that hard to hide your laughter, which only fueled more talking. You even nodded your head. Yes, you knew how much Baekhyun loved you. Yes, you also shared the same feelings. You’d already seen the closet full of things he bought — the troubling lack of self control he had was evident. But for you too, you’d already known first hand just how impossible it had been to keep yourself away from him.
Perhaps you were both just insane when it came to each other. Maybe you didn't want to be sane when it came to Baekhyun.
Folie à deux. A madness shared by two.
“Hey. I have things to warn her about,” Chanyeol was complaining at the unfair attempts to silence him, “like if Halmi calls you saying she’s on her deathbed and you have to get married right away before she dies, don't believe her, that’s just a trick. She did that to me once. That woman is built like an ox. I talked to her doctor myself.”
“If you don’t leave right now I’m canceling the card I gave you and I’m going to call your mom and tell her where she can find you.”
You didn't think it was possible but Chanyeol finally closed up his lips and pulled a black rectangle of plastic out of the pocket of his hoodie. The silence was temporary — just long enough for him to look down at the credit card he’d gotten from his best friend in exchange for going away.
“The only reason I’m using this is so she doesn’t know how to find me. I will not go on any more blind dates. She picks the weirdest girls. I wonder if my new Sister-in-law has a sister or a cousin as pretty as she is. You know, Baekhyun, I always thought you didn’t have any game. It turns out you’re just picky as hell.”
He was actually being pushed toward the front door but the words just kept tumbling out of the man.
“5-stars is fine right?”
“4 stars.”
“5 stars, come on.”
“3 stars. Holiday Inn Express.”
“Holiday Inn — How do you even know what that is? I’m staying at Banyan.”
“Chanyeol, I don't care where you go. Just go.”
“That counts as Banyan permission.”
A door clicked closed and there was an instant oppressive silence that filled the home. You could hear the quiet footsteps as Baekhyun made his way back into the kitchen and you watched for the moment when his pretty face appeared back in front of your eyes.
He had a tiny smile on his lips when he came back into the Kitchen and his footsteps were sluggish.
“Well that was fun,” you said softly as you bit down on your lips to control the grin on your face. He made a small sound like a single chuckle pushed through his nose.
“So that was my friend Chanyeol.” He said with his eyebrows lifted up high on his face and his eyes glancing down over the big bowl of strawberries you had been busying yourself with. You felt weirdly grateful that you had something to do with your hands during that entire exchange and after a little bit of snooping around this massive kitchen you even managed to find a hidden trash can in one of the side cabinets at the end of this kitchen island. You’d dropped all of the green tops there and the berries were washed and ready for a trip around this big house.
“He seems like he’s very fun at parties.” Chanyeol had been a lot. Chatty and pushy and loud, but incredibly sweet and inviting. You knew instantly that you would always be able to strike up a conversation with him easily, despite how intense he had been. Baekhyun inhaled a deep breath and his lips pulled wide as he squinted his eyes.
“Do you still like me?” His big brown eyes prodded against your own and you bit down on your bottom lip as you nodded your head up and down twice. You held the bowl of berries in one arm and you reached out your other hand to grab ahold of Baekhyun’s, slipping your fingers in between his and you squeezed.
“Do you ever just hang out in the naked lady’s room?” You wanted to see the house, but you kind of wanted to sit down somewhere with him and enjoy the fruit first. The bowl was rather heavy and you didn’t really feel like lugging it around through the entire place. Perhaps you could both start with a little picnic there.
Baekhyun had been watching your face with a sort of dreamy expression but when your question registered, you caught the shift of his eyes as he looked away from you for a second, glanced around the empty kitchen space without any actual focus and he looked back at you again with his eyes narrowing some.
It was a sudden shift.
“Why? Did Chanyeol say something?” His question was quiet with a very light panic just below the surface and it pulled a surprised laugh from your chest with simply how guilty his expression had turned in an instant, “because I haven’t done that since I was going through puberty.” You laughed harder, having to let go of his hand so you could cover your mouth to quiet the surprised laughter that erupted from you.
He had a smile growing on his face as he spoke of this and he was looking up into the ceiling with an inhale of air into his lungs, “but yeah, back then I used to spend a lot of time in that room with her,” he was laughing now with his mouth open and his face had turned pink with the belly laughs.
You couldn't help your laughter. It was your own fault for asking this question. You weren’t sure what kind of response you had expected but it hadn’t been his silly confession about his middle school sexual awakening and self discovery.
“Do you still like me?” He asked this again through the deep giggles that had taken him over. You nodded your head as a response and lifted your hand to run your fingers over the back of his head slipping them through his hair. You relished in the way his laughter quieted down when you did it. His scalp was warm below your fingertips and his eyes rolled closed with your sudden touch.
You still wanted to see it up close so you grabbed him by the hand and pulled him, headed toward the room with the statue so you could look at the beautiful artwork. You’d never had the chance to see something so precious before.
It was just as magnificent as you thought it would be. The room was round with a domed ceiling and the overhead lighting shone brightly on only the marble statue. The rest of the room had a softer dim glow that felt purposeful in its design, making the focus here only about her. You set the fruit down off to one side and Baekhyun took a seat on the floor beside the bowl and leaned against the wall with his hands folded quietly in his lap as you stood as close as you dared to this incredible work of art.
“She’s so beautiful,” you said in a quiet whisper as you looked up at the impeccable smoothness of her skin, trying your best to imagine the kind of care and precision that would go into carving something like this out of stone. It felt impossible. And yet here she stood in front of you with all of her intricate details from the waves of her hair made up of individual strands; her delicate arm lifted over her head; her nipples that stood erect over the soft mounds of her breasts; her belly button and the round bump in her belly where if she were alive, her life creating organs would hide; the swell of her hips and even the small dimples in her soft flesh that made her look so soft and so real. Even the expression on her face was sensual. Her thoughts only of her lover. That love eternally preserved on the tip of her tongue that sat just inside the hollow behind her parted lips.
You wondered about the emotions that such a piece of work would carry with it over the years and your heart swelled with the idea that maybe this woman actually existed once. Maybe she was adored by just one person, by her one person; adored enough to inspire the overwhelmingly all consuming, obsessive labor of love that it would take to create a masterpiece such as this.
“Can I touch her?” You pulled your eyes away long enough to ask your question. You’d been so transfixed by seeing this up close that you half expected for your words to pull him out of his own examination of the statue but you found Baekhyun’s eyes the second you turned to him. He wasn’t looking at the statue at all, but seemed to only have been watching you.
After a few seconds he nodded his head, “You can do anything you want,” he said.
You knew it was a rock. Your rational mind knew it, at least. But the way this looked, so real and life-like, as if it were made of warm flesh and bones, had what you knew in your mind and what you’d expected to feel under your fingertips at odds with each other. The cold temperature of the stone made you gasp when your fingertips touched the solid polished surface. You pressed against the stone, astonished that it had no give as flesh should have had.
You turned to him with amazement and delight evident on your face. But Baekhyun had a brilliantly wide smile on his own face that floored you. His eyes had pulled up into little moons making him look so damn beautiful you had to hold your breath and take a step back and away from all of the beauty you found yourself surrounded by in this place.
You had to sit down. Without having had a single sip of any alcohol, you felt overwhelmed and drunk.
You moved through the space to where he sat on the floor with his legs crossed and you took your place right beside him; your hip flush with his; your thigh touching his thigh; your arm warm against this arm and you leaned your head on his shoulder with the smallest contented sigh escaping from your lungs as you did it.
If you could bottle this feeling inside of you, surely it would change the world. If only you could hold it forever in the palm of your hand, surely you’d never ever let it go.
You felt the warmth of his head just above yours when he leaned onto you and when your hand squeezed around his bicep, the softness of his arm gave under your fingertips.
He was warm and real and alive here beside you. You could touch him just as easily as you touched the beautiful marble. You didn't even have to ask for permission first because he was your person. He was your love. And he responded to you. His hand landed over yours and he gave you a little squeeze. His warm palm rubbed over your bare knee and his fingertips flexed and dipped and pushed into the soft flesh of your inner thigh and your living flesh gave where his fingers touched.
“Can I keep you forever?” Your own voice surprised you. You hadn’t intended to say this outloud to him, but that drunk feeling had taken your common sense away from you. Once the words came out of your mouth, you pulled your lips closed and pressed the tips of your fingers tightly over your lips. You probably meant to only think this. You definitely didn’t intend to say it, but hearing the echo of those words you had just asked him and their heavy implication had your skin burning. Your heartbeat echoed noisily inside your eardrums. Not only were you surprised by your own words, but what shocked you more was just how much you really meant what you had just said.
Baekhyun’s movements, his thumb brushing lightly over your hand, and the other hand he lightly touching over your knee, even his steady in and out breathing, all of it had gone still.
You pulled your head off of his shoulder and he moved his head from where he had been resting on you. You felt downright silly for this intense reaction you were having, but you had just said something to him that made you feel so very vulnerable and exposed. But, god help you, you did actually mean it. You meant that you wanted him to be yours. Always. You meant that you never ever wanted him to say goodbye to you and you never wanted to say goodbye to him. You never wanted to be apart from him. You never wanted to sleep in a cold bed without him by your side and you felt absolutely insane knowing that you meant it.
Saying this out loud felt downright terrifying.
When you pulled your head away he looked at you and you looked at him; knowing for certain that the heat you felt all over your head would have made your cheeks flushed.
“Did you say that by accident?” He was tempering his response to your strong reaction. He was being your extremely observant and insightful Baekhyun.
“Yes,” you said softly, “but also no. I don’t know.” you added hopelessly as you closed your eyes, unable to stand how very much this man could tell from looking into your eyes.
“I meant it,” you began in about as soft a whisper as you could manage, “but then it felt like maybe I shouldn’t have told you that.”
“Why not tell me that?” His hand had moved and you felt his warm fingers laid out over the side of your face. He was pulling your face back up so you could look into his eyes again.
You blinked your eyes quickly, touching lightly and delicately into his eyes for only a few short moments at a time. “Just feels a little embarrassing that I said that. Seems like maybe I told you a secret,” you said.
“Is that your secret? Hmm?” His gentle words felt as soft as the pads of his fingertips that touched lightly along your jawline.
“Do you want to keep me forever?”
Your small head nod came with the smallest pull of your lips into a hopeless smile. You closed your eyes with the acknowledgment you gave him. You felt the softness of his lips land over your temple as he placed a delicate kiss on your flushed warm face.
“I think we might have a problem,” he said with his voice raising in volume just a touch. Just enough for your eyes to open and for you to look into the brown of his eyes for the meaning to his words.
Had you made a mistake with your confession? You felt a grain of doubt rest just at your surface, threatening to sink in.
“Because I also want to keep you forever, and I’m no good with keeping secrets.” Your slow exhale came from deep within your chest and when you opened your eyes you found him watching you from up close.
“We should both stop talking — before —” you cut yourself off suddenly, taking in a deep breath that you exhaled noisily instead of finishing your thought out loud. The threat of saying anything else that you knew should not be spoken was simply too powerful and so you reached across his waist for a strawberry; gripping the biggest one you felt under your fingertips and you brought it up to your lips for a bite into the juicy fruit.
It was sweet and it was delicious and just as you lifted the rest to your lips you saw him move as his mouth opened up over the half bitten strawberry you held in your fingers and he pulled it into his mouth. The tip of his tongue and his teeth lightly grazed your finger as he did it and you bit down on your bottom lip as you watched him chew and swallow all the while he kept his knowing eyes on you, simply lifting a single eyebrow as licked his lips. He made no efforts to convince you to continue saying what you and he both knew you had been saying.
“These are so sweet,” you grasped ahold of your excuse as you reached for another berry and he was silent as he watched you do it.
Baekhyun’s lips parted as if he was waiting for something from you.
The other half of one of your strawberries, or perhaps a kiss. You leaned into him and captured his pouty bottom lip in between your own, lightly sucking the softness of it into your mouth; tasting strawberries and tasting him.
When you pulled away from him his eyes were closed and he opened them slowly to watch your face again.
“Want another one?” You asked with a smile, purposefully not defining what you were offering while keeping your tone light and innocent.
He nodded his head. You lifted the strawberry to your lips, took a bite into it as you leaned into his waiting mouth. He took the other half between his teeth from your lips as you had intended and his wet lips pursed into your mouth with a kiss before you pulled your face away, chewing what was left of the sweet fruit..
You’d only had enough time to swallow when he leaned into you again, lifting both hands to your face to pull you into him for another kiss. This one was deeper and you felt held in place by his hands that pulled you into his open mouth. He tasted so good. It wasn’t just the strawberries, the man had a smell and a taste that sunk deep into the very center of you, making it impossible to pull away from him; making you want to taste him again and again.
His lips were pinker now, probably from the fruit. “You taste like strawberries,” you said with a smile and another small kiss.
“You’re doing an awful lot of talking for someone who just shut me up five minutes ago.” His voice was playful and with his fingertips, he rolled the fabric of your shirt back and forth absentmindedly.
“I didn’t just shut you up. I shut both of us up,” you defended and a scoff followed by a small chuckle erupted from him.
“Oh right. What was it again?” His eyes narrowed as he pretended to recall the exchange you’d just, quite expertly changed the subject away from.
“We should both stop talking, before…before,” he did his impression of you again and you felt the blood rush just under the skin of your scalp, the feeling exploding like fireworks under the surface of your skin and with it came a wave of goosebumps that traveled down your neck; down the center of your spine. The danger of this talk had returned again.
He had already warned you that he was bad at secrets and you knew how shoddy his self control was when it came to you.
“Before what?” He casually and unceremoniously plopped a strawberry into his mouth and chewed on it a few times.
“Before I go crazy and ask you to marry me and you go crazy and say yes?”
His words landed with a big splash against your chest; sending rippling waves outward that rocked you again and again, making you feel dizzy and seasick.
“Baek,” you said quietly, feeling every single bit of the seriousness of this conversation. You felt flush and warm all over and when you looked down at your bare legs you could see where your skin prickled and poked with goosebumps from how overwhelmed this kind of talking had made you feel.
“I want to keep you forever and you want to keep me forever,” he said, “isn’t that what that means?”
He wasn’t wrong.
He was brave enough to speak it outloud.
You inhaled the smallest gasp for air through your parted lips. It was all you could manage with his deep brown eyes looking into you like this. With him seeing you so clearly and knowing you so completely like this.
“Baekhyun, this is—” You couldn't find the words. Your mind felt too jumbled and he was watching you with a look of seriousness inside of his rapidly blinking wet eyes. Your focus was pulled down where inside his hands he fidgeted with a strawberry and it trembled inside his fingertips. His hands were shaking.
“Crazy?” He whispered and swallowed before speaking again, “I know,” his lips hung open and he puffed out a breath, “it is.” His words labored through his whispered breaths. “I don't mean right now. It doesn't have to be tonight, or tomorrow, or next month. I’m just —”
“Don't say any more. If you ask me, I’ll say yes.” You’d closed your eyes and your hand had reached for his trembling hand to steady him. He didn’t need to be nervous about this with you. Even if you felt like you might float away with as much anxiety as you felt bubbling up inside of your stomach.
“You would say yes? Right now, you would say yes?” His fingertips wrapped tightly around your hand and you leaned forward to press your lips up against his. It was partly because of the love, but it was mostly to silence him, to keep him from talking about this any more. You didn’t have any desire to ever leave his side, but once either of you actually said it, it would become true. It would take on meaning. It would become fact.
You knew—you knew this was too fast. You knew this was crazy. You knew that taking this step would be fraught with obstacles that threatened to destroy the both of you. You knew how many challenges you both would face if you even dared to dream that this could be true for you with him. You knew it deep down inside your bones, and yet — and yet your heart was racing, running away by itself with its own little fantasies that maybe, maybe he wouldn't listen to you.
Maybe he would ask.
Maybe you wanted him to. You wanted him to want to ask you and you wanted to say yes.
“I love you,” he said softly into the small space that existed between your lips and his, “do you love me?”
You nodded your head and looked up into his brown eyes. Your ears had a hum that sounded out, it seemed to be coming from somewhere within your chest. Baekhyun was moving, he pushed his crossed legs apart and wrapped his legs around you where you sat beside him on this floor. He wrapped his arms around your shoulders and you felt encased fully within the secure warmth of his body.
“I love you,” he said again. Your saliva pooled inside your mouth and you swallowed it away, “do you love me?” A breath caught in your throat and you felt dizzy without the oxygen.
“Baby, do you love me? Do you love me?”
You were nodding your head again, opening your lips, desperately searching for your voice and begging that you could find it to answer him.
“Yes,” you said through a borrowed breath.
He was watching your face when you answered.
You felt drunk on the deep brown color you found in his eyes. You felt possessed by the adoration that flowed through your veins for him.
“Baby-”
He was looking into your face when he did it —when he said it.
“Will you marry me?”
“Let’s get married. Hmm?”
“I only want you.”
“I only need you.”
“I only love you.”
Your lungs had quit. Your heartbeat was drowned out by the loud humming sound that filled your head. Every cell inside of your body vibrated and you knew — you knew that if he hadn’t been wrapped around you so entirely you might not have been able to stay down on this floor. You might have just floated up and evaporated into lighter than air filled bubbles, carried by the wind until each and every one popped and you ceased to exist entirely.
You were spinning and spinning inside of your own head.
“Yes.” Your lips and your tongue moved on their own, pushed forward by your heart that was filled to the brim and overflowing with only him, “okay. Yes. If you want to marry me, I want to marry you.”
He watched your face so closely; his warm eyes pushing deep inside your own and the gasp for air from his parted lips didn't pull his heavy eyelids closed. The small tick of his eyebrow up on his forehead didn’t pull those eyes from yours and he watched you with a silent intensity; you burned inside of it.
There was a simultaneous movement between the two of you that happened. Your hands flew to your mouth as you gasped out in genuine surprise and he dipped his head, closed his eyes up tight and let out a deep laugh from the center of his chest.
You let one of your hands free to quickly swat against his chest. He was giggling. He was laughing with unbridled joy written all over his face and your own laughter you covered with the palm of your hand.
“We are crazy!” You said in wild eyed disbelief, “Baek, we are insane! This isn’t normal right?”
“I’ve never pretended to be normal about you,” he said through the wide smile that had taken over his face.
“But—but, I don’t even know your favorite color. Or your favorite school subject. I don’t even know your favorite food. Baek, what are we even thinking?”
It was a little late for you to suddenly be having these sorts of doubts. You’d already agreed to marry him and you were pretty sure if he took it back you’d cry and cry and cry for a whole year and probably shrivel up in a ditch somewhere.
He still had his arms wrapped around your waist and he pulled you closer into his chest as his eyes angled upward, he pouted his lips and his face took on a pensive expression.
“My favorite color is this color,” he lifted a finger and touched lightly over your bottom lip. You pulled your lips inward, biting down with your teeth to hide the wide smile that threatened to consume you.
“My favorite food is—” he reached with that same hand and grabbed another strawberry from the bowl, lifting it up to your lips and giving it a tiny push until you opened your mouth for him to push it inside. You’d expected him to let you just have it, but he was holding on long enough for his mouth to open up over the other end. You were too giggly for the kiss. You felt a bit of the strawberry’s juice dribble down your lip, you had to catch it with your fingertips. He was talking again with his mouth full, “—is half of your strawberries.” He was chewing and nodding his head appreciatively.
“My favorite subject is math,” he said abruptly while pulling his face back and squinting his eyes in your direction. You’d been spoiled by his answers already and you definitely expected him to say something else related to you. The surprise caught you off guard and he knew it.
“Math?”
“Mhmm,” he said as he grabbed another strawberry and popped it into his mouth.
You sat there with him quietly munching on fruit until the bowl was empty. There was no talk of rushing to define things. There were no discussions about the what’s or the when’s or the Dear God How’s that were involved in this monumental change that you had both decided was worth making for each other. You both simply ate these strawberries, smiled and sometimes giggled with each other, and enjoyed the stunning beauty of all that surrounded you in this magical place.
When the berries were gone and the tingling in your legs had settled with a few stretches and pointing moves of your toes, you knew it was time to get up off of this floor and take a walk with him.
“Am I ever going to get my tour?”
He was moving with you; carrying the bowl back to the kitchen, he simply set it on the counter and walked away as you curiously looked back at the white bowl with red stains splashed on the inside.
Your conscience nagged, “should we wash it?”
He was already pulling at your hand and leading you away from the kitchen into newer, unexplored parts of the house.
“Staff will get it.” You heard him say and you pulled lightly against his hand. The sudden resistance halted his forward progress and he turned a curious face to you. Your mind was whirling. You already knew about the butler (if that’s what that man was called) but he didn’t say that he would get it.
Baekhyun had definitely used an unmistakably plural term just now.
“Staff?” Your voice had a slight alarmed tone. You’d just made peace with the fact that at any time that you were here alone with him, a strange man might suddenly clear his throat from the shadows and catch you making out with your boyfriend/fiancé (!!!!) — but, staff?
“How many people are actually here right now?”
You pulled your hand out of his and wrapped your arms around your stomach, feeling just a little self conscious about the short shorts you wore and the very obvious, very intimate kissing and sweet giggling, and extremely personal conversation you and him had been taking part of inside that room with the statue. What if everything had been overheard, or worse, overseen?
Baekhyun tilted his head and glanced upward here and there, his focus flirting around in a few directions above his head. You had a sinking feeling the longer he pondered.
“Like…five at night. More during the day.”
“So we aren’t alone here, at any point in time?” You did your best to keep your voice neutral.
“We are absolutely alone inside my room. I promise. I don’t have a whole lot of say about the estate. It’s funded by the trust and run by an estate manager.” He was speaking to things you had no experience with, and while the words he spoke sounded fancy you really didn’t understand any of this. You at least found some solace in the fact that everything that took place in that comforting and familiar feeling bedroom of his was completely private.
Baekhyun was leading you around his home. The place was as enormous as you suspected. There were entire spaces dedicated to a single use. Like the home theater or the actual ballroom with its ceiling lined with crystal chandeliers. The excess was shocking. Baekhyun told you that when he was younger, his mother often threw elaborate parties here but he confessed that he had only been to some of these rooms once or twice and you struggled with the idea of living in such a place and never actually using any of it. He mentioned that his mother was in another country, and had been for some time. He shrugged when you frowned at this and he said he always had his Mimi.
As impressive and as breathtakingly beautiful as everything was, you could see how he might have felt quite lonely here.
You longed for the comfort of his bedroom again. You stood in a long white winding hallway and your eyes had focused on a piece of artwork that hung on the wall here. It was something that was obviously extremely expensive and maybe even extremely old. This was something that one might expect to find in a museum gallery in Paris or London. The longer you stared at, the more emotions you felt filling your chest.
It was a pair of lovers locked in an eternal kiss. Their faces were hidden but everything about their bodies and the desperate way they clung to each other felt like the mad kind of love you felt for the man who patiently waited behind you as you took your time with this particular painting.
His fingers in particular were doing you in. He cradled her face with one hand; fingertips dug into the soft pillows of her plump cheeks and with his other hand splayed at the small of her back, he pulled her into his body.
It was a desperate passion. It was insatiable and hanging here in this hallway it would remain as such forever.
“This is incredible.” You whispered and you heard a soft hum behind you moments before a body’s warmth descended over your back and his arms wrapped around you. “I think this is me and you,” you giggled at how silly you sounded and you felt his pointed chin rest over your shoulder. You could make out his face, despite how close he was to you. He was looking at the painting now, paying closer attention with a small smile.
He spun you around inside his arms and he leaned his head into you, his hand lifting to your face and you felt the warm softness of his lips as he kissed you here. His hand gripped tightly around your lower back and his fingertips dug into the soft flesh of your ass and his lips and mouth and teeth and tongue and he took and took from your mouth with a demanding need that surprised you.
Your ears picked up on a sound somewhere in the house. Not close enough to make you panic but you were once again reminded that this was not the place for such things.
You pulled away from his kiss. He bent at the waist and he followed you but with two hands planted firmly over his shoulders you put enough distance between the two of you that afforded the opportunity for some words.
“Baby, I heard a sound. This shouldn’t happen here. Someone might see.”
He closed his eyes and licked his lips, straightening his spine and lifted a hand to rub over his face. Baekhyun nodded quietly and the smile that broke on his face was small and sheepish for a moment. Just for a moment because he shifted quite suddenly, his eyes widened, and his mouth hung open as if he had just had some sort of epiphany.
It took a few moments of him standing with this shocked expression on his face before he inhaled to speak.
“It’s not the sex, the sex wasn’t the problem we have at work.”
You shook your head, needing him to elaborate for you to understand what in the world he was so excited about.
“We can have sex.” He said with a smile and another nod of his head, your own lips pulled into a smile despite having no clue where he was going. “In fact we should. We should have lots and lots of sex. As much as we want, right? Just… get it out of our systems.”
“I mean—” you began cautiously. His eyes were wide. He was excited. Hell, you were getting rather excited with his idea of a sex marathon. It sounded much better than, say, a Star Wars marathon.
“What if we bring in another person?” His frantic eyes looked into yours and you closed up your lips immediately as you pulled your face back and away from him.
No?
No.
Hell no.
Hard pass.
What was this?
Absolutely not.
“Baekhyun.” you spoke his name clearly and plainly, without any hint of amusement in your voice. The sudden change in your demeanor pulled his lips closed and his eyes shot into yours with rapid speed.
“Baekhyun… like… a,” you leaned and lifted a finger up toward his face, his eyes nearly crossed to look down at your pointed finger as you harnessed your most disparaging whisper, “like a threesome? Baek, no.”
His eyes went wide again and suddenly he was erupting in laughter. You couldn’t quite catch up. Your finger was still raised and he was cackling and grabbing ahold of your finger with his hand shaking it lightly as he held an arm over his belly and groaned, panted, laughed some more and tried to reign it in.
“Hey. Lady. Get your mind — out of the gutter,” he said through the fit; still trying to breathe through the noisy laughs that had taken his breath away.
“In the office! Another person at work in the office with us, Jesus Christ, you’re so fucking funny I can’t,” he was holding a hand over his closed eyes, wiping moisture from his closed eyelids.
“Sunny’s project wrapped already. She can come in tomorrow and shadow me, learn the job before I leave,” he lifted up one finger, “so, good idea number one,” his second finger joined, “and good idea number two, we definitely will behave if someone else is there with us, right?”
“Why would you say it like that? We can have lots and lots of sex what about bringing in another person?” You’d dropped your voice and scrunched up your nose, doing your absolute best to sound like this silly giggling man who stood in front of you giving you a damn heart attack with his terrible sentence structure choices. “You scared the shit out of me. I mean, oh my god? My boyfriend, hours after becoming my fiancé, wants to what?!”
You felt that you were very worked up. But you had genuinely and seriously misunderstood him just now. Your hands were still shaking from the shock of it.
He grabbed you by the shoulders and gave you a good shake. “Get it together woman! I would never. Never! I am a one woman man. And you are that one woman.”
“And that was a terrible, awful impression of me. Do you think I sound like that? God. I love you.”
You crossed your arms over your chest and rolled your eyes. Your impression was awesome. You had his speech pattern down to a science.
“Oh my god, shut up. I sounded exactly like you. I love you, too.”
“Oh my god.” He lifted his voice playfully, reaching out with his fingers to poke along your ribs, “You shut up. I love you more.”
You evaded the pokes from him and made your way out of this maze of hallways and theaters and fitness rooms and ballrooms and countless dining rooms and you headed in what you hoped was the direction of his bedroom. You got turned around but with a few light pushes steering you in the right direction you eventually found the familiar kitchen with its spotlessly clean countertop and you could definitely find your way back to the comfort of his bed and the comfort of his arms from here.
[To be Continued]
Links: Part 1, …. Part 13, Part 14, Part 15
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Good Enough
Pairing: chanyeol x gn reader
Genre: angst, fluff, friends (there can be hidden feelings)
Warnings: none, but if you find any please let me know.
Summary: As you’re watching a show with your best friend, a scene from it hits close to home at your situation after being unemployed for months. You break down in front of Chanyeol, but his positive energy and your bond gets through to you and calms you down.
Word count: 784
A/N: If you know which kdrama I’m describing here, please dm me!! ❤️🩹 When I thought of this drabble and matching it with Chanyeol, it just had to be inspired on Good Enough and even also I’m on your side too. This is day three of the January Prompts from @creativepromptsforwriting
ALL JANUARY PROMPTS POSTS
The salty and buttery aroma of popcorn still filled the air as you kept stealing kettles from Chanyeol’s bowl. Yours was already empty, lying on your lap as the scenes from the drama you two were watching got you entranced.
It was a cute, romantic drama you and Chanyeol had discovered the previous week—a story about two friends who had known each other since childhood. The dynamic between the two leads, and all of the banter they shared, felt like a reflection of your friendship with Chanyeol.
But as the scene got the main character baring her soul, something inside you was triggered. The words, the emotions, It was like seeing a projection of what you have been living through. The lump in your throat was getting harder to swallow back, and the ache in your chest felt like heartburn.
As much as you still felt seen, it also drew back feelings you were trying to keep hidden from everyone around you, thoughts that you felt shouldn’t be said out loud or anyone would think you’re crazy or exaggerating.
“Yah! Idiot!” Chanyeol suddenly blurted out, a playful chuckle escaping him as he noticed you snatching away his popcorn. “You’re eating my—“
His laughter slowly faded as he listened to your soft sniffles. Chanyeol shifted closer to you, a concerned look on his face as he saw the tears falling down your eyes, the tension in your jaw as you fought to hold them back.
“Hey… hey, what’s going on? Why are you…” He stopped and looked back at the screen, his brows furrowing in worry as he put the pieces together in his mind.
His hand reached for yours, almost instinctively, almost as if it was already a habit, and it was in a way. “Talk to me. I’m here,” he whispered tenderly, his voice filled with concern and apprehension.
At your obvious silence, Chanyeol sighed, feeling powerless but still trying to reach you as he tightened his hold on your hand slightly. He bit his lip, trying to find the right words to say, or even just another question to get through to you without pushing too hard.
You tried to hold back the sob that threatened to escape, feeling ashamed for how vulnerable a simple scene from a show could make you feel. It was only Chanyeol, but you couldn’t help the embarrassment of crying so suddenly in front of him.
“It’s just—“ you averted his eyes; you knew that if you looked into them, you could end up crying even more. “It’s like seeing myself there on the screen. All the struggle, all the wasted time, and all the pain… I thought things would be better by now, you know?” Your voice came out a little strained at the end, latching onto Chanyeol’s hand as if it were a lifeline.
He nodded slowly, conscious of how much you’ve struggled since falling unwillingly into unemployment. Shifting even closer, your arms are almost touching by now. “I know, it does hit close to home, huh?” His thumb brushes gently over your knuckles. “But you’re not alone, okay? I’m right here and I’m not going anywhere. I got you.”
His words were soothing, only a bit more than his voice. You knew you got him; you have always had him on your side. You managed to look up at him, not surprised to find nothing but genuine compassion and tenderness in his eyes.
“I don’t know what else to do… I feel so lost and helpless. I have had the worst year and this one is not looking any better… I’m afraid, Yeol.”
Chanyeol meditated over your words, knowing how much you're bargaining now. He looks around the living room of his apartment and catches sight of his notebook and a pen on the cabinet near the window. He slides left on the couch and reaches for them without even having to let go of your hand.
“Let’s do something small,” he says, handing them to you. “Write down a few simple resolutions… just things that you can do, bit by bit. Not just things that can help you land a job, but things that can help you stay positive and good about yourself. You gotta keep that little head of yours up high, okay?” He lifts your chin up with the hand that is not holding yours, offering a small smile. “You used to do this… and you didn’t at the end of last year.”
The corner of your lips turned up at his gesture, your heart now pumping blood at a regular pace. You stared back at the notebook, opening it up and pressing down the pen on a blank page.
#chanyeol x reader#chanyeol fluff#chanyeol x you#exosnet#chanyeol drabble#chanyeol fic#park chanyeol x you#park chanyeol x reader#park chanyeol#chanyeol fanfic#chanyeol#exouniverse#cpfw:january prompts
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✨dramas i watched in 2024 and my ratings for them✨
May contain spoilers <3
1. A Shop for Killers, ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️ Oh this has set the bar for 2024 already....where is next season!!! Had me hooked I didn't even realize it was a series and not a movie. Only complaint is that it needs to be longer!
2. Doctor Slump ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️ Watched it for the mains but fell in love with the characters. Burnout talk is necessary and I loved seeing Ha Neul's mom/family grow...as a family. The acceptance of Jeong Woo and his story was so so heartwarming and heartbreaking. I would have ate this up three years ago, but I feel like I've seen this before.
3. Flex x Cop ⭐️⭐️⭐️ Nice story that kept me engaged though a bit cheesy! A fun watch but I feel like it will not my best "fun" watch this year.
4. Queen of Tears ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️ all the rom com tropes and soo hyun x ji won .....need I say more?
5. Military Prosecutor Doberman ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️ Decided to try another one of Ahn Bo Hyun's drama after Flex x Cop was not a hit. This was MUCH better. I learned a lot about military corruption....but something isn't hitting.
5. The Whirlwind ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️.5 Okay, political dramas are Kim Hee Ae's THING bc this was so good. Only thing I hated was that her character was a bit weak in such crucial times....opposite of what she preached and not very girl boss of her smh.
6. Connection ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️ Watched it for Mi Do but oh my godddd????? A story about friendship in sick and twisted way that I can't help but love. Beginning to end...pacing was amazing, casting amazing, binged it so hard....wish I could watch it for the first time again.
7. The Frog ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️ (ngl i watched this for chanyeol). Did I just watch a masterclass in acting or what!? Must watch. But I am also in a thriller/murder mystery vibe this year I guess.
8. Collectors (Movie, 2020) ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️.5 no 'cause why did I like that??? A story about a corporate chairman that likes dynasty relics and a group of grave diggers that are hired to find a very specific relic. That's all I'll say. But c'mon....
9. Good Partner ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️ The last divorce law drama I watched was Divorce Attorney Shin, I believe (highly rec that one if you like law dramas!). Attorney Shin focused a lot on the main character's personal vengeance and this one focuses on the job itself. Justice for
10. Sweet & Sour (Movie, 2021) ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️ Girl, just watch it. Quick synopsis: how a couple navigates a long term relationship. I thought this was gonna be fun and not that deep but oh myyyyy I was seated. Watch until the end!!!
11. Love Next Door ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️ Oh they're so cute. They're so cute! The last time I saw Hae-In was in D.P. and this was so refreshing. Neighbourhood friends....fall in love? Sign me up!!! Took off a star because the characters got on my nerves after a while. Seung-ho loser era was not cool!!
12. Miss Night and Day ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️.5 Watched for Lee Jung Eun and Choi Jin Hyuk but got hooked! Fantasy drama about a 28 year old that cannot seem to pass the civil exam and find a job. She got possessed by her dead Aunt though. That's when the fun starts ;) Annoying last two episodes though....
13. Work Later, Drink Now ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️ If you liked Hello, My Twenties! you will LOVE this. Loved this trio. Watch it! (Slice of life-esque).
14. Work Later, Drink Now 2 ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️ Something different but the same magic as the first series. Love the introduction of new characters and their significance in the girls' lives. Important character development too. Fight and then make up! That's life.
15. Mr. Plankton ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️ Took off a star not because it was bad, but because it was so SAD. Must watch for this pairing and this chemistry. It's currently January 9th...as I'm looking through this list.....I got reminded again how sad this drama was. NEVER again.
16. Virtuous Business ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️ This was a fun! one! I loved seeing the friend group develop. The need for a thriller sub plot in all dramas is killing me though ahhaha
17. Marry My Husband ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️ binged this and honestly wTF just happened? That was so good LOL. All the characters the viewer is supposed to hate is just soooo hateable. Good on MC! For living her life!
18. The Judge from Hell - y'all I dropped it. It got repetitive :( But it was so good at the start. Not my cup of tea, I guess.
18. When the Phone Rings ⭐️⭐️⭐️ Honestly this was about to be a five star in December. I waited until the last episode aired to finish this list. Chemistry was off the charts, story was so wattpad but I ate it up, pacing was soooo good.....but..........all of a sudden there were two episodes that had their own crazy story line at the end. Using an ongoing genocide for plot rubs me the wrong way, I cannot get over that.
Dramas from this list I'll rewatch in the future: A shop for killers, queen of tears, miss night and day, work later drink now
#a shop for killers#doctor slump#kdrama#kojandra#flex x cop#queen of tears#military prosecutor doberman#the whirlwind#connection#the frog#collectors#good partner#sweet & sour#sweet & sour movie#collectors movie#love next door#miss night and day#work later drink now#work later drink now 2#mr. plankton#virtuous business#marry my husband#when the phone rings#kdrama recommendations#korean dramas#kmovie#korean movies#drama recommendation#netflix
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EXO "Obsession" theory part 1
Lucky One Theory | the Cube
• Let's first dive into the main theme before exploring other details. Obsession makes us wonder whether X-EXO are evil clones. On the contrary Baek mentioned something similar in their behind the scenes video (pls click on individual screencaps to read):
The boys are involved in this good v. evil fight as we know. Now that we have the theme of alter egos confirmed I wanted to mention there is a song on the album called Jekyll (지킬) the idea is borrowed from R. L. Stevenson's book and makes it easy to connect the dots. The lyrics of the song make it clear about the main plot of this era so we move on...
• Chen plays a game of chess with his evil counterpart. At the end there are certain pieces that remain - knight, knight, 4 pawns idk how this is valid since if a king is in checkmate the game ends conventionally.
I believe Chen and his counterpart are the knights. Now knights + pawns = 6 members in comeback. This might mean that Chen is in control and knows things which the other 5 don't since they are just "pawns" for the time being. He is also the only good guy remaining or smth out of these 6 and others might have been corrupted or defeated??!
I believe Chën won.
There are multiple footages of their chess board too: it might mean each of their actions is being watched by the RF. But I'm still not sure why they have the screens in their room (since Chen has the power of Thunder which could roughly go with electricity?). Is Chen keeping an eye on Chën?
• Moving on.. Chanyeøl is the one in center when the song begins. He is also the only member with eye-catching continuous patterns on his outfit. Something about Chanyeol seems a little off. I have started thinking of reasons for his behavior and vulnerability which I'll surely discuss another time :)
Clearly they emphasize how Chanyeøl is the leader of X-EXO or smth, like the most destructive force. In the mv all of X-EXO (except Sehůn) glow red but we see that only Chanyeol (special emphasis on red eyes) looks like that. This makes me think he is consumed by his evil ego:
Chanyeol and his X-EXO counterpart engage in a physical battle using fire:
At one point Chanyeøl is engulfed by fire as they fight and later we see Chanyeol radiating flames. He is also seen on the red side of the ground, encircled by the fire - hence it is clear he loses the fight. More explained about the fate of doubles in part 2
THANK YOU FOR READING THIS FAR!! 😀
• Kai is a biker and his scenes with Kāi reminds us of bullfighting. In the first gif below, we see how Kai tries to dodge his matador counterpart:
There are negative versions of Kai and his evil counterpart (maybe they fight in two different worlds since we know Kai teleports like in MAMA). I'm unsure who wins the fight since both appear with subdued expressions in inverted colors.
I'll also mention that in the performance video of EXO AND X-EXO, Kāi and Kai interact:
• In this picture we see there are 12 rooms → for the original 12 "legends". Only 6 members took part in this comeback so the other rooms are empty (Luhan Tao and 🥴 belong to the rooms below but were trapped in the maze). Notice how Kai is in the center of the OT9 rooms — he is the key to something. From Japanese, Kai translates to Recovery in English: it could mean protection and restoration of the tree of life to its prosperous state since "tree of life and the heart slowly grew dry" in MAMA intro. This is something very important to revert to as we unravel their clues to the story.
•We see exo playing video games/reading comics in some teaser photos of other releases, the vcr from their EXplOration Dot (Day 1, Seoul) and even Power mv and merch reflects this vibe - which makes sense that the battle at such a physical level is fictitious (and being endured mentally). These might be dreams the boys have after the RF drugged them or possibly influenced them in some way.
Another thing is that the drugs induced by the RF (Lucky One) might have smth to do with the creation of alter egos. The boys try to fight the evil versions of themselves but they were created so that RF takes control over the good Exo who foil their plans and to exploit their powers.
_oh well that's all for now, I will create a part 2 to incorporate it all. Have a nice day!!⭐
#exo#obsession#exo m#exo k#junmyeon#baekhyun#sehun#chanyeol#jongdae#exo kai#kyungsoo#lay zhang#xiumin#minseok#ot9#exo ot9#exo l#sm entertainment#good enough#Spotify#exo theory
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Omg I love this side of Kyungsoo 😆 It was 2am in Korea when he shared this story. And maybe he's a lil tipsy ! I love him for celebrating his Freedom and departure savagely. He slayed!
SAVAGE KYUNGSOO SUPREMACY!
Ps: To dumb Akgaes Dandanies whom I hate so much, don't Mistake Ksoo's dislike to SM to him hating his members!!!
Stop hating on the members! He clearly loves them and doesn't blame or condemn them for anything?! the fuck is wrong with y'all bashing them like They have any link to his beef with SM?? The X app is full of Dandans being psycho haters attacking Exo and ExoL like hungry wolves. The other members are also going through their own shit and sabotage from SM and you saw it with Chanyeol and CBX and Jongdae! Why are you only saying SM was bad to Ksoo only and that they were favoring other members over him??! Bitch where?
Sehun sang like 15 lines in all Exo songs since debut, has no solo album 0 reality shows or Variety attendance, 0 Sechan promotions from SM.
Jongdae was being canceled, threatened with Death him and his daughters and went on hiatus for 3years because he decided to have a family and SM didn't even support him or sued the fans who boycotted him or sent him death threats.
Suho, who works so hard on his albums and musicals, and has 0 promotions from SM, no appreciation, 0 variety/reality shows attendance!
Chanyeol who paid with his own money to print and promote his albums with Sehun ?? He said he wants a unit and make an album with Sehun he said he has the lyrics and composed everything himself he just needed the funds for making MVs and printing albums and promoting his debut and comebacks, SM said "Your unit your problem"??? Or the fact that SM was the one that spread that 10 gfs scandal and ruined him few months before going to military because he was being a Rebel! And there's notbing worse than going on military hiatus with a scandal , because once your back people will forget you by choice and with time also! And SM didn't even take any legal measures to protect him like they did with all their idols in that shithole pink company!
Or Jongin and Baekhyun &, Ksoo whom are called the money makers of SM who got overworked by SM, with no rest They put them in show after show after show after project after schedule, going from filming directly to another filming with no rest or a proper meal or sleep, and make them debut 4 times in units and a whole other band (SuperM)?
And Please don't get me started on Minseok/Xiumin, that Man as if he doesn't even exist to SM. He's the most underrated most mistreated member of all times NOT ONLY from his company but sadly from HIS OWN FANS who give 0 fucks about what he does, his albums and projects, I dare anyone here to tell me three songs from his album. And because he's not supported by his own fans that SM refuses to "Waste money" on him promoting him which is sad it's how business works, if you can't produce you can't consume. Like that he'll never have anything even if he begs for it, SM would say "No! We can't give you an album because have you seen your last album it barely got us any revenue 0 profit sorry" . In companies if you can't sell you can't ask for solo projects! Not even a birthday party for your own self with your fans. And if you wanna promote yourself you gotta pay for your Promotions like how Sechan did with their albums.
Sad but facts.
Anyway Ksoo has cute Toes UWU
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What we did in the library | Pcy
Park Chanyeol x fem!reader
College!AU
Enemies to lovers!AU
Plot:you and your academic rival,the hot and smart Park Chanyeol,meet at the library by accident,but none of you could’ve predicted what happened
Warnings:smut,dom!Chanyeol,daddy kink,nicknames,unprotected sex (don’t do this at home!!),18+
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“I craved you so much that I ended up hating you”
Term time,also known as the period in which students lock themselves in their dormitories and spend nights studying. Literature,latin,metric,composition:your brain was jumping from a notion to another,all at once,while walking to the library. You did not have a single second to take a break from studying and revising,not that you wanted to. You were behind on your studies for your standards,and you hated it since you had semester finals.
With a fast movement of your hand you opened the door of the library and walked towards the so called “oldie”,the former area of the building in which no one used to study anymore. Your colleagues loved the new wing more:it was fresh and brighter.
You sat at your usual spot,putting your books and pens on the table before analysing the passage from Apuleius’ Metamorphosis that you were preparing for your latin test.
You loved the “oldie”:silence used to rule there,and the smell of aged books relaxed your mind,helping you focusing.
Nothing could go wrong there,you thought,it was a kind of safe place for you;so you didn’t expect to meet there the last person you wanted to see.
That one who,out of all the students of your well known college,gave you hives:Park Chanyeol. But there he was.
He opened the door and stood on the entrance in all his cocky magnificence and nauseous overconfidence. His eyes immediately set on you and a smirk of amusement appeared on his lips.
“Y/l/n,what a surprise” he talked
You glared at him:“I’d call it misfortune more than surprise”
The tall boy laughed “Never missing a chance to get on my nerves I see”
“Never missing a chance to get on mine”
“That’s how things work I guess” he shrugged his shoulders and sat a few tables away from you.
You shook your head and went back to studying,pretending that the boy wasn’t there;which worked for a while,but then,after one or two hours,you realised that his eyes were fixed on you.
Chanyeol’s expression was different,odd you would say:he seemed lost in his thoughts as he kept spinning a pen in between his fingers.
You tried to ignore him,but it was hard,so at a certain point you just called him out:
“Take a picture,it will last longer” you spat out the first thing that crossed your mind,making the brunette smile in amusement
“I didn’t even see you,I was repeating the lesson mentally. You’re not that relevant” he jerked
“You didn’t think the same when I got higher grades than yours during last session”
“I did the same the session before. Don’t brag too much little thing”
A soar expression appeared on your face,but you decided to not give in anymore
“I have no time to waste with you”
“Me neither princess”
A tsk escaped your lips as you went back to reading your textbook,but,suddenly,you couldn’t focus.
“…little thing…”
“…princess…”
His raspy voice was suddenly echoing in your head,making your stomach tingle while thinking at those nicknames he had given you earlier. What was going on? Why couldn’t you get him out of your mind?
You hissed nervously,gaining Chanyeol’s attention once again
“What’s up princess? Is Apuleius too hard to study for your bright mind?” he teased you,his chin resting on his hand while the pen was spinning again in between the fingers of his left hand.
You looked at the object moving,licked your lips,and then glared at the boy:
“You wish,but as always it’s just your presence getting on my nerves”
Chanyeol smiled and stood up,abandoning his spot to walk towards you. Your body stiffened,but the brunette didn’t care and just sat on your table,moving your books aside. A pencil fell,followed by a few highlighters.
“Am I only getting on your nerves or am I working you up?” his fingers grabbed your chin,pulling you closer. Then,his eyes chained with yours and he bit his bottom lip,staring at you with such a deep glare that seemed he was investigating your soul.
You didn’t know how to react:you went blank for a second. You felt lost in his dark pupils,and the warmth of his breath took you off,but then you backed up,pushing Chanyeol away.
“Stop distracting me” you mumbled
“Distracting you?”
“Yeah”
“Little thing,if only you knew how much distracting you’re to me”
At those words your heart skipped a bit and your lower belly tingled:it was that damn raspy voice;but…why was that idiot suddenly acting in such a way? You were both engaged and confused.
Chanyeol saw your lashes flutter and your face flush as he got closer,brushing the skin of your cheek with his soft lips. You gripped the cloth of your plaid skirt.
“I know you like it” he whispered
“How-how you do?” your voice was trembling and low,even Chanyeol could barely hear it
“If you didn’t,you would’ve already left. But you want it too,don’t you,little thing? his fingers caressed your cheek. You could feel the coldness of his rings sending shivers along your back.
You didn’t answer,you just looked at Chanyeol with deer eyes. It was accidental,but he got turned on.
“Don’t look at me like that” his breath was slowly getting shorter
“Like what?”
“Like you want me to eat you” he said and with that his lips collided with yours.
You startled,you would’ve never imagined that something like whatever was going could happen with Park Chanyeol:there had always been such a strong rivalry between the two of you that you never actually thought about being intimate with him,but…you liked it so,why would you stop?
Chanyeol cupped your face with his big hands,brushing his thumb against your skin:it was his way of telling you to stay calm,he had gotten you.
The fingers nervously holding onto your skirt moved to his thighs,going up to his waist until they grabbed the cloth of his black vest.
You closed your eyes and relaxed into the kiss,feeling your body heating up anytime Chanyeol added more passion;until his hand slipped on the back of your head and the gentle kiss turned into a mess of moans.
The boy’s lips moved to the angle of your mouth,then to your chin,until they reached your neck;he left a few wet kisses,but then,as you pushed him closer to your skin,he started sucking and biting.
One,two,three times:suddenly you had hickeys all over your neck. You moaned again,panting while feeling Chanyeol smiling
“You want me so bad” he whispered to your hear,his hands slid on your hips,holding them tightly. It sent you over the clouds.
“But you want me too…” you trembled while pronouncing those words:if you had never had any problem in biting back when talking to Chanyeol,suddenly you felt unable to do it. You were completely overwhelmed by desire.
“I do babygirl,you can’t even imagine” his hands started unbuttoning your blouse,which immediately fell on the ground.
The boy looked at you with lusty eyes, then he took his shirt off as well and lifted you up. You wrapped your arms around his shoulders,caressing his soft skin with your fingers,before finding yourself sitting on the table with Chanyeol’s waist in between your legs.
You looked at him,he looked at you,and started kissing you again,more roughly this stime:
“You’re so damn pretty” he whispered,biting the lobe of your ear. You could feel the bulge in his trousers:he was completely turned on,and so you were.
Chanyeol’s fingers drew a line along your legs,until they reached your thighs where they slightly squeezed your flash while following their way to your underwear. Chanyeol made the joint of your panties snap a little before touching the cloth covering your entrance.
“You’re already so wet” he smirked,brushing the knuckle of his index up and down,teasing you.
You suffocated a moan,resting your forehead against Chanyeol’s
“I can’t anymore” your voice was so small as you tried to close your thighs,but you couldn’t;all you could do was stroking them against the boy’s hips.
Chanyeol’s hand gently grabbed your face,his thumb resting on you lips while his eyes filled with desire were staring at your flushed face.
“Look at you,all undone for me-he bit his lip-you’re such a turn on. So pretty” and said so he moved your panties aside,sliding his fingers inside you.
A loud whine escaped your mouth before your mind was completely blown by how the boy was pleasing you so well. You threw you head back,holding onto the boy’s shoulders,before he pushed your back against the table in order to tower you.
Your hair all spread on the surface while your moans filled the air,making Chanyeol more and more horny. He wanted to fuck you so bad that he couldn’t hold on anymore.
“Good girl,don’t stop,I wanna hear you” he whispered in your hear,his raspy voice was back at it,but you could now feel how impatient he had become.
“Yeol,fuck me” you whined,eyes shut while his fingers were still moving inside you,hitting the right spot
“What’s the magic word,babygirl?”
“Please. Please fuck me” you repeated,your breath stuck in your throat
“I will babygirl. Your daddy will fuck you so well”
Another moan escaped your mouth before you reached your climax. You breathed out for a second,watching Chanyeol unzipping his trousers.
He grabbed you by the hips,sliding your body closer;he kissed your lips one more time,then,finally,he gave you what you were asking for.
He started thrusting inside you,his head thrown back in pleasure while a moan after another escaped his mouth:what a nice sound to your hears.
“Look at you,taking me so well. Good girl” he panted
“Please. I-I want more,daddy”
“Fuck” Chanyeol’s thrusts became rougher. It hurt at the beginning,but soon all you could feel was pleasure.
The boy left a few more hickeys on your shoulders and collarbone before his movements got sloppier.
He was close and so were you. You moaned again,followed by the boy who reached his climax a few seconds before you.
“Oh God…” your whole body was burning,while Chanyeol was panting.
He looked at you from above,sliding a hand between his messy hair before holding onto the table and rest his head on your shoulder
“I craved you so much that I ended up hating you” he whispered,kissing your soft skin one more time.
#park chanyeol#chanyeol#exo#park chanyeol x reader#chanyeol x reader#chanyeol x you#exo x y/n#exo x reader#exo x you#byun baekhyun#chanyeol fic#chanyeol fanfic#kpop smut#smut#exo smut#college au#exo imagines
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Sicktember Day 1: “I’m not hungover, I’m just sick”
Fandom: EXO
Sickie: DO/Kyungsoo (stomach bug)
Caregiver(s): Suho/Junmyeon (Chanyeol, and SHINee are there for, like, two seconds)
Word Count: 1615
Notes: LET’S GO Y’ALL!!!!!! Also, for the story, I've always been a ho for the SM Town family lore as long as I’ve been a Kpop fan, so don't be surprised if that comes back sometime this month...
There was no party like an SM town party. Not the ones sanctioned by the company, of course, but the unofficial ones the artists threw themselves. To their knowledge, the company had no idea about these parties, and only trusted managers were made aware that they were even happening. Every month, a different group was tasked with setting up the event. Sometimes they were super themed, super fancy affairs. Others, they were meet ups at one of the dorms, casual and low key. Most often they were somewhere in the middle, glorified hangouts at bars within the radius of all of the groups’ dorms.
This month was Girls’ Generation’s pick, and Taeyeon had taken them to a bar that was only a short walk from EXO’s dorm specifically. Which ended up being a blessing in disguise when Junmyeon’s conversation with Jinki and Minho was interrupted when Chanyeol ran over, calling the leader’s name.
“Hyung, can you go check on Kyungsoo? He ran off just now, and he didn’t look too hot,” Chanyeol declared, breathing heavily. He grabbed the older man’s shoulder for emphasis. “And I really don’t think he’d want to see me right now.”
Junmyeon cocked his head to the side, fighting a smile.“And he’d want to see me?” he asked.
Chanyeol shrugged. “Well, maybe. I’ve just been told to ‘get my drunk ass out of his sight’ several times, and I don’t really need another.”
Junmyeon nodded, looking to his friends. Jinki dipped his head with an understanding smile, and Minho waved him onwward. With a quick smile of his own, Junmyeon offered both men a quick salute before speeding through the crowd as fast as he could, which was surprisingly easier than he’d been expecting. He’d made it to the wall in a matter of seconds, and followed it until he came across the doors to the restroom. Junmyeon pushed through the door with his shoulder, taking a deep breath to calm the worry growing in his stomach.
“Kyungsoo?” he asked, voice ringing slightly in the small, tiled room. The sound of a toilet flushing sounded in response. “Kyungsoo?!”
“Here.” A pale hand stuck out from beneath the door of the second stall. Junmyeon hurried over, pulling back the door just as he heard the lock click open. Kyungsoo was sitting on the floor… well, sitting was a very liberal term. He was actually slumped against the stall wall, knees bent up to keep him steady. His face was ten shades paler than normal, tinted slightly green. The hand resting on his stomach was shaking. The eyes that met Junmyeon’s were tired, a lackluster brown instead of the bright hazel they usually were.
“Gee, how many drinks did Yeollie trick you into tonight?” Junmyeon joked automatically, a smile pulling at his lips.
“I didn’t even drink, I swear,” Kyungsoo moaned, rubbing at his eyes with both hands. He moaned again. “Not even water…” Junmyeon’s eyebrows wrinkled with sympathy as he knelt down next to the younger man and pressed a hand to his forehead. The skin was both hot and clammy to the touch.
Junmyeon clicked his tongue, rubbing Kyungsoo’s shoulder sympathetically. “Come on. We should get you home. You think your stomach can handle a ten minute walk?” Kyungsoo nodded, taking a deep breath before holding out his hands. Junmyeon clasped his hands around his dongsaeng’s and helped pull the other boy to his feet, wrapping an arm around Kyungsoo’s shaking shoulders to stop the swaying. “Come on,” he encouraged gently, helping walk him out of the stall.
“Wait,” Kyungsoo said, pulling away from Junmyeon’s grip. The older man froze, expecting him to be sick again. Instead, Kyungsoo stumbled to the skin. “Gotta wash my hands. These floors are disgusting.”
Junmyeon chuckled lightly, watching Kyungsoo closely as he washed the dirt from his hands. The leader offered his elbow when he was finished, earning him a look of confusion. “You’re swaying.” Kyungsoo simply nodded and wrapped his arm through Junmyeon’s, allowing the taller boy to lead him.
Junmyeon pushed open the bathroom door, nearly hitting Chanyeol in the face.
“Whoa! Hey! We were just coming to make sure everything was okay!” the rapper exclaimed quickly, tipping back on his heels as Junmyeon automatically apologized for almost hitting him with the door. Chanyeol’s eyes found their linked arms. “And it looks to me like everything’s fine. Maybe even more than fine?”
Junmyeon’s cheeks lit up like a Christmas tree, but his mothering instincts were able to suppress his embarrassment. And both Jinki and Minho were right behind Chanyeol, and looked about ready to jump in lest he say anything more. “Don’t worry. Things are just fine,” Junmyeon said as simply as possible. “We’re just gonna head home a little early though. Kyungsoo’s not feeling too great.”
“Aw, dude, that sucks,” Minho sighed sympathetically. “Did this one trick you into one too many again?” He slapped a hand around Chanyeol’s shoulders as the other man whined in protest.
“No,” Kyungsoo moaned pitifully, his grip on Junmyeon’s arm tightening. His shoulders began to cave like a child trying not to hide behind his mom.
“No, he’s actually sick,” Junmyeon spoke up, patting Kyungsoo’s hand reassuringly. Even Chanyeol’s face fell at that. “So we’re going to go home and watch a movie or something.” A tiny smile peaked on Kyungsoo’s lips, and Junmyeon inwardly high fived himself.
“That sounds like the best course of action,” Minho nodded approvingly.
“Do you need any help getting home?” Jinki asked. “I’d be happy to walk back with you.”
“Thank you, but we should be fine,” Junmyeon answered with a confident smile. “He seems steady enough and it’s only two blocks. I’ll text you as soon as we get home?” Jinki nodded, sticking with them until they’d reached the door, and making Junmyeon promise to text him a second time.
~
Getting home had been surprisingly easy. The crisp night air had put Kyungsoo at ease, allowing him to forget how awful he felt for a brief moment. The two had walked together, mostly silently, joking every now and then about things they’d seen at the party. Junmyeon had hope that maybe, just maybe, this was just a fluke and Kyungsoo would be just fine.
He was, of course, proven wrong as soon as they walked in the door, and the younger man sprinted towards the bathroom, the greenish look returning to his face.
Junmyeon had decided to give him his space, setting about preparing Kyungsoo’s room in case he had to be carried back. When Junmyeon finally returned to the bathroom, he found find Kyungsoo lying on the floor like a starfish. “Kyungsoo?”
“Hm?”
“What ch’a doing?”
“This feels nice,” Kyungsoo replied, words slightly slurred from the fact that his cheek was plastered to the floor.
The leader settled against the doorframe, arms crossed over his chest. It took a lot for him to not burst out laughing. Kyungsoo was the LEAST likely of any of his members to willingly lay on a bathroom floor. Yet here they were. “We haven’t cleaned that floor in weeks,” Junmyeon commented, making a mental note to put that on the to do list for tomorrow.
“That’s okay,” Kyungsoo said in response. “It’s just our germs. And I’ve already got those so...” Junmyeon rolled his eyes.
“How’re you feeling?”
“Not bad, but not good either.”
“Think you’re gonna get sick again?”
“I don’t think so, but that’s really not up to me.”
Junmyeon fought back another eye roll. “You want to go to bed, then?”
“Can’t I just stay here?”
“No. Sick people need to sleep in a proper bed,” Junmyeon insisted, moving into the small room and, careful as can be, stooped down to pull Kyungsoo into a sitting position. The shorter man didn’t protest, but was dead weight in Junmyeon’s hands, slumping against his shoulder once the leader had got him up. “Think you can walk?”
“Well, it would be embarrassing if you carried me,” Kyungsoo said plainly. He didn’t move away from Junmyeon’s shoulder, though.
“Why?” Junmyeon asked with an amused smile.
“Cause I’m not a princess,” Kyungsoo said as if it were obvious. “We had the archetype talk the other day. We decided that I’m the villain, not the princess. Baekhyun’s our princess. I don’t want you to treat me like a princess when I’m a villain.”
Junmyeon had to bite his lip to keep from laughing. “Oh, I’m sorry for even vaguely suggesting such a thing. I’m just thoroughly curious if you have the strength to walk to your bedroom.”
“Yeah, I should be good,” Kyungsoo nodded, this time pulling away from Junmyeon and running a hand over his eyes. “Dear god, my head hurts.”
“That’d be the flu, my friend,” Junmyeon replied, spotting Kyungsoo as he pulled himself up onto shaking legs. “Can you walk?”
“I got this.” Kyungsoo was able to walk about halfway down the hallway before he stopped stock still. Junmyeon rushed slightly closer, eyes quickly scanning for the reason the younger man had stopped. He nearly jumped out of his skin when Kyungsoo’s head slumped against his shoulder. “Soo? You with me?”
“Hm?”
“How’re you doing?”
“I’m tired,” the younger man replied, not moving his head.
“I can tell,” Junmyeon laughed, readjusting his arm to better support his member’s leaning. “We’re so close to bed, though. Come on, I’ll help you the rest of the way.”
“Sure.”
Junmyeon bit his lip as he half led, half dragged Kyungsoo the rest of the way to his bed, forced him none too gently into clean pajamas, and helped him settle under the covers. Based on tonight, this was going to be a long week.
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Might Alpha 2
➻ Pairings: Chanyeol x Reader
➻ Genre: Romance, Wolf Au
➻ Additional: destined mates
➻ Word Count: 1.5K
➻ Warnings: N/A
➻ Author’s notes: This story is cross posted on multiple sites under the same username!
The backlash that came when Baekhyun and Chanyeol denounced their marriage was something that no one expected. They knew their parents would be upset, but the sheer mortification that came from knowing Baekhyun had been with another alpha and never actually slept with Chanyeol was so confusing. The fact that the male was Baekhyun’s destined mate didn't seem to matter to anyone.
While the elders had stayed silent, the parents argued back and forth on how they could rectify the situation, without bothering to listen to the children whose lives they were purposefully trying to ruin for the simple fact that Baekhyun was a gifted male omega with the ability to bear pups. They didn't care that they were trying to break not one, but two bonds. Bonds from the same family.
It confused Soohee, because she remembered very clearly that Chanyeol had said the whole union between Baekhyun and himself was because they trusted Chanyeol and it was a great way for her father to get a foot into the counsel and influence decisions and laws however he saw fit. Chanyeol was going to be the next elder and possibly the next head alpha if he could pass the tests that would challenge his strength, his logic, and his wit. And while she worried about her brother being hurt, she believed the man he was with would never hurt him since they were destined mates. And if her father still wanted that in, if he would just listen to Chanyeol, he would know that they were destined mates.
Soohee had never told her parents or anyone else what happened that night after her party, nor the weekend and the two days after that she was in heat. They were mates, she knew that and still had trouble processing it, but it was a fact she was more than ready to admit. Yet they hadn't mated during her heat, both agreeing that they wanted to wait. Even if they used protection, there wasn't a guarantee it would work or if they would constantly remember the amount of times they would have to have sex. So Chanyeol did his best to pleasure her and help her through her heat and she was so thankful for it. But they still haven't told anyone. Or rather, they were trying, but no one was actually listening to them.
“Well since your son has been defiled, we will find a new mate for Chanyeol. A better and loyal omega!” Mr. Park grunted out.
“What?” Chanyeol asked in shock.
“Excuse me? My son is very much loyal!”
“Lies. He's been defiled by that Chinese vagrant!” Mr. Park growled. “You and your family are so immoral, Mr. Byun, that I'm surprised you're all even allowed to continue to live in this pack. And if your son acts like this, I can't even begin to imagine how your daughter must be, whoring about and asking for any male to fuck her.”
“That’s enough! You are so vile and disgusting, speaking of a child like that!” Mr. Byun shouted.
“Child?! Child?! She's of age now isn't She? But has that ever stopped her? You don't think we don't hear rumors?”
“What? Soohee, what is talking about?” Mr. Byun asked, furious by all the words being thrown around.
“I don't know.” Soohee said. “I don't know of rumors. Dad, it's a lie.” She said.
“Adults don't lie.” Mr. Park snapped at her and she shrunk back. Lies from an adult. She had no idea where he would ever get such information about her. She had never done anything to try and get guys. She had only ever wanted Chanyeol. And even her closest friends knew that.
“If she says there are none, then there aren't.” Mr. Byun growled. “My daughter is perfect! Maybe it’s your son that is the issue!” He fired back. Another round of shouting began and Soohee had heard enough. She slipped out of her chair and did her best to sneak out of the meeting hall. She thought she was very successful and made it outside with a sigh.
“For the love of god. Adults are crazy. I don't want to be an adult.” She whined softly.
“Tell me about it.”
Soohee jumped and looked over at her brother as he came to sit next to her. “Oppa.” She said gently. “Are you okay? Dad and Mr. Park are blowing everything out of proportion.” She said.
“I know.” Baekhyun sighed softly and closed his eyes and rubbed his forehead gently. “Like, why are they like this? The elders always preach about destined mates and not interfering and here they are staying quiet while our parents fight to ruin our lives.”
Soohee stared at him and sighed softly. She reached over and rubbed his back gently and smiled softly. “It'll be okay.” She said softly. “You have your mate. You should go and run off with him. They can't stop you.”
“And leave you?” Baekhyun asked softly. “Disappoint our family? I couldn't.” He said as he looked at her.
“So you'd rather risk your bond with your mate?” Soohee asked and cocked her head. “Oppa, you're not a disappointment. And I'll be fine.”
“Because you have your mate now.” Baekhyun said and smiled weakly at her.
“I….what?”
“Don't play dumb.” Baekhyun laughed softly. “I knew the moment I introduced you to Chanyeol that you two were mates.” He said.
“How?”
“Blue eyes are the sign that an alpha has found their mate and imprinted on them. I saw them that day. I knew and I made him promise me he would never try anything with you until you were old enough.” He said. “I had no idea that this stupid union would be done either.” He said and ran a hand through his hair some before groaning. “I don't know what to do Soohee.”
Soohee frowned as she stared at her brother and was gonna answer when another person joined them.
“Let's go and start our own pack.” Their heads whipped around quickly and stared at Chanyeol in shock. “what?”
“What do you mean what? How can we start our own pack?” Soohee asked, confused. “That's a big task.”
“Yeah and where would we go?” Baekhyun asked and Chanyeol just shrugged.
“Does it matter? We’ll just go somewhere. The four of us establish our own pack. We'll gather packless shifters and shifters wanting a new pack and just start over fresh.” He said.
“Do you...do you think we can do it?” Baekhyun asked.
“Well with Yixing as another alpha, I'm sure we can manage and grow slowly. It might be hard at first. But won't it be worth it?” Chanyeol asked. “They obviously don't care about our wants and needs. Our destinies. So we need to take our lives into our own hands.” He said. His eyes moved from Baekhyun to Soohee and he smiled. He took her hand and held it gently in his, squeezing it gently.
“Chanyeol.” Soohee whispered softly and smiled.
“It'll be worth it.” Baekhyun agreed and smiled softly at them. “Come on. Let's go.” He said and stood. Soohee looked back at her brother and nodded. She stood, pulling at Chanyeol’s hand and making him stand. “I'll meet you two at Yixing’s. Don't take too long, okay?” He said.
They nodded and with quick goodbyes, they parted ways, with Soohee going with Chanyeol because she just needed to be with him. “Are you sure this is a good idea?” Soohee asked as she walked towards Chanyeol’s jeep.
“No. But we have to do what we have to do.” Chanyeol said as he unlocked the doors and climbed into the driver's seat. Soohee sighed and got into the jeep, closing the door before turning to face him.
“Chanyeol, I'm being serious. I'm still a kid. I'm fresh out of high school, just turned 18 and you want to move to some unknown place and start a pack there. It sounds crazy.” She said, “Are you sure this is something you really want?” Her question was directed towards their current decision but there was an undertone of uncertainty about their relationship. Was she really what he wanted?
Chanyeol sighed softly as he slipped the key into the ignition before turning to face her. “Soohee.” He said gently. He scooted over to her and reached out, his fingers stroking her cheeks gently. “I want to be with you, and only you. And if that means we have to go into the future blind, then I will do it. I love you.” He told her and leaned in, pressing their foreheads together gently. “I've loved you for so long and I've waited for so long. Now I have you, I don't ever want to let you go. Please. Stay with me.”
Soohee stared up into his eyes and felt her heart race at how beautiful and gorgeous they were. And probably because of his words, but mostly due to his eyes. “Of course I'll stay with you.” She said gently. “Why wouldn't I when I have been pinning after Mr. Handsome for so long.” She said with a giggle. Chanyeol smiled softly and leaned forward and kissed her softly. It was soft and quick, but she loved it all the same.
“Then let's go. And we'll start a new life together and be happy together.” Chanyeol said gently with a smile. Soohee nodded and smiled softly as they pulled back and Chanyeol started the jeep.
“Everything will be okay, right?” she asked.
“Of course. Trust me.”
~*~
“Dad, no! Stop it! Let me go!” Soohee shouted as she struggled in the grips of a few of the male wolves her father had dragged with him. She wasn't sure how they knew their plans or how to find them, but they did. It was probably just their keen sense of smell. That was the only possible reason she could think of, of how they found them this far out of the city.
“I would expect this kind of thing from Baekhyun, but you? Why Soohee? Why are you going to associate yourselves with these rebels?” Mr. Byun asked as he motioned to her brother. His mate and Chanyeol, all of whom were being detained as well. Though it was taking more people to hold Chanyeol back as he was being scolded so loudly by his father. She could hear every nasty word he was calling her and her brother and she just couldn't take anymore. “Soohee! Answer me!”
“He's my mate!” the words fell from her lips before she could even stop to fully process her train of thought. The announcement seemed to draw the attention of everyone as they all went silent.
“Excuse me?” Mr. Park asked, eyes wide.
“Chanyeol is my mate.” She said softly and jerked herself from the slacking grips of the men. “He is mine, and Baekhyun has found his and the rest of you are acting like spoiled little children!”
“Soohee!”
“No dad! It's true. You all are supposed to be adults, filled with wisdom that's supposed to help guide your children as they become adults and start their own family. And here you both are, two families that don't give a shit about their own children and are just obsessed with whatever power they can have!” She sneered, disgusted.
“Byun, put a stop to her before I do.” Mr. Park warned, but was greeted with a very angry growled and rough shove as Chanyeol tore himself from the four men holding him back. Their strength together was nowhere near a match for Chanyeol’s strength when he really used it, like he had in this case.
“You won't touch her.” Chanyeol growled out as he moved to Soohee and pulled her close to him, his arm wrapped tightly around her waist to protect her. “And she's right. Ever since it was announced what my future status would be, all you or anyone else has ever cared about was that. You held me so high up on a pedestal, out of the reach for anyone you deemed unworthy. You never stopped to ask what I wanted or if I've found my mate. Well, dad, I have. And it's not Baekhyun. It was never Baekhyun and it would be selfish and wrong of me to try and keep him from his own mate.”
“Chanyeol.” Mr. Park floundered for words to speak, but he couldn't even form a decent, coherent sentence.
“We know who we love, who we are meant to be with, and what we're doing is the only way we can be with them. So either you accept this reality or step aside and let us leave.” Everyone was silent for a long while, staring at the two before looking at the two fathers.
“Soohee...there was an agreement…”
“And it can still be upheld. Just not with Baekhyun, but me instead. You can still have whatever it is you want. And the rest of us can be happy. The last thing I've ever wanted to do is leave you and mom but I can't live without him. I don't want to feel our bond break. It'll kill me.” she said softly.
“Don't be so dramatic, it won't kill you if…” Mr. Park started but paused. “You haven't marked her, have you?”
Chanyeol stared at his father intently before moving his hand and lifting her shirt slightly to show the mark he had left on her side. “Three weeks ago, when she went into heat,” he said proudly. “She is mine. Forever.” he announced and pulled her closer as he leaned down slightly to nuzzle her head.
“Dad please.” Baekhyun whispered. “Just let us be happy.”
Mr. Byun looked between his two children and sighed heavily. “We can't fight it now. A bond has been made, I assume for both of them. The elders wouldn’t take too kindly if we destroyed them for selfish reasons.” he sighed. “And it would hurt me to hurt my children, I should have realized that from the beginning.” he said and walked over to Baekhyun as he was finally released. “Are you sure?”
“Yes.” Baekhyun said and smiled. “There is no denying, he is the one.” he said and looked over at Yixing. Mr. Byun sighed, nodded and looked over, waving his hand in signal for Yixing to be released. The silent alpha moved to Baekhyun and hugged him tightly, nuzzling against his neck.
“I suppose I have two unions to prepare for now.” Mr. Byun smiled. “Let's get you all home before your mothers have a fit.”
“Oh...yeah.” Mr. Park cleared his throat. “Chanyeol, I'll need you to-”
“Yeah dad. Don't worry. I'll call her down.” Chanyeol laughed. It was funny to see such a composed man cower in fear at the mention of his angry wife.
~*~
Soohee smiled as she flopped back on her bed, a laugh leaving her as Chanyeol stumbled out of his pants, hopping around to try and kick off the offending garments before finally flinging it across her room. It hit her closed door and he winced before climbing into her bed. “Are you new to taking off pants?” she asked teasingly.
“Oh shut up.” Chanyeol chuckled as he laid down next to her and stared at her face. “It's not my fault you have me tripping over my feet.” he teased and chuckled as she blushed. “You're so cute. You know that?” he asked as he reached out and stroked her head and cheek lightly.
“I can't help but to know it. You tell me all the time.” she said gently as she leaned into the touch. Sighing softly, she leaned in and kissed him, her lips brushing teasingly over his lips every time he dipped in to try and deepen the kiss. A soft giggle left her, followed by Chanyeol’s own growl as he nipped at her bottom lip as Soohee pulled completely back.
“You are such a tease.” Chanyeol groaned and pouted as he stared at her smiling face. “Soohee.” he whined out and Soohee giggled at it. She reached up and poked his nose lightly.
“What?” she asked with a smirk.
“I want a kiss.”
“You just had a kiss.”
“I want another.” he said as he slipped his arm around her waist and pulled her close to him.
“Don't be greedy.” she teased and Chanyeol huffed. “Oh, aren't you so cute?” she said and pinched his cheek lightly.
Chanyeol stared at her with narrowed eyes and huffed again before he leaned in and captured her lips in a deep and passionate kiss. Soohee giggled slightly into the kiss before melting into it, pressing herself against him tightly. Everything just felt so right. She finally had the man of her dreams, she could openly be with him and start working on their future together and that excited her. Her future was with Chanyeol and hopefully with some children as well.
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Unexpected
Genre: drama, comedy
Warning: many facts changed for story development purposes!
This is a fanfic based on Doh KyungSoo(D.O. from EXO) Expectations Highlight Medley. I was fascinated by the story in the video and as a person with a vivid imagination, I started to develop the topic in my head to such an extent that I needed to write it down. Please be aware I am not a professional writer, this was created for fun!
The story is much longer than in the medley so I'll separate it into a few chapters.
I hope you will enjoy the ride! ❤️
Prologue
"...we were strong,
The strongest it was ever possible...
We were the mountain in the middle of a dark ocean of the wildest woods,
The enchanted future we expected to spend together...
...ah...
...why...?
How did we end up like this...?"
The voice of a young man rumbled with bitterness in his head. He didn't hear anything else. Walking on nighttime empty streets of Seoul's suburbs. This dark street, barely lightened by old lamps, was carrying another memory. Every corner of this town did. KyungSoo, that was his name, the man whose eyes still could see her walking next to him. His world just crumbled apart...
Chapter 1
Under the cut 👇🏻
-... I was thinking of asking you, but that's not a good idea *ha ha ha* - A loud laugh just shattered on the white corridor walls. Doors in also white color were open. Inside the changing room for celebrities, two men were chatting together. Best friends, discussing the latest events. The room's walls were white coffee colors. In the center, there were two sets of white couches and black, wood tables facing each other as in the mirror image, creating a footpath just in between. On the wall, opposite the doors was a long row of wood tables and black chairs scattered around like whoever was using them forgot to slide them back under. Above the tables were mirrors, hung next to each other. On the right side was a long stand with clothes prepared for the next idol's performance.
- You'd make my song too emotional, can't be bothered with that - laughed the tall one sitting on the first chair from right side. His name was Chanyeol, KyungSoo's best friend. Kyungsoo was sitting at the table on the left side of the room. He was smiling but his eyes were telling about irritation.
- Because the lyrics are about the difficult breakup, it should be emotional... Creams are happy with their songs...- said with an unmoved tone.
- Right! They are doing great, I swear! - Chanyeol admitted while pointing his fingers at the door as if this girl group was standing there. - you fitted the songs so well for them -
- Because they're not "fitted", the manager banned me from giving any archive songs, so I had to create new ones, especially for Creams -
- That's bad, I bet you have lots of great songs written, but can't use them - After saying those words Chanyeol's smile disappeared from his face and he continued - are you planning to use them for yourself? - looked at KyungSoo and the silence fell over the room. KyungSoo was gazing at his hands while looking for the best answer:
- No...It's fine, they will be waiting for the next idol...-
- Bollocks!- a friend raised voice while swinging his head forward - You'd be great! but...- then leaned comfortably on the chair - anyways...it's your decision. Do whatever you want - and stopped here, as he knew he'd say too much if he would continue.
KyungSoo without any further discussion stood from his seat and started to walk to the doors, asking: are you going?
Chanyeol then smiled and did the same. When they opened the door, just at this moment the girl group walked by together with two men looking like security. Both are tall, well-built, and equipped with a utility belt and black body armor.
Just behind the 5 young girls, the manager was walking. Middle height, middle age. Wrinkles under his eyes were representing more of his personality than age. He glanced at KyungSoo for a long second and suddenly smirked while turning his head forward. Kyungsoo was just watching him without any visible reaction. Then, both he and Chanyeol stepped outside of the room and followed the group.
*click click click*
the sound echoed in the corridor.
- Chanyeol! Oh God, this is unbelievable! -
a female voice shouted. She suddenly appeared next to the friend's couple, this maybe 25 or 28-year-old girl, and started to take pictures with the camera. Chanyeol was posing while KyungSoo stepped back so he wouldn't be in view. She reacted:
- What are you doing? Come here! - and pointed by her hand on the spot next to his friend.
- I'm not an idol though-
- Sorry, what's your name? -
- Doh KyungSoo- he almost whispered
- It's shocking! I thought you're one of the idols, you look great - she smiles after finishing the sentence.
- I'm going first, can't be late, OK? - said Chanyeol and waved his hand in a "goodbye" manner then walked away.
The photographer needed a longer time to consider what she should do from now on.
- You're not going with them? - asked after long seconds.
- I'm not in a hurry, the performance will be later - and smiled shyly at her, waiting for a reaction.
- I should go because I still have a lot of content to do. See you later! - and she runs forward, slowly disappearing from his view. He was standing in silence for a long second, then decided to move as well.
Later, in the control booth, KyungSoo together with 3 other staff was preparing for the performance which will take place next 20 minutes. KyungSoo standing in the back, looking at the other coworkers, making sure everything is under control.
- Don't...!- he raised his voice but then hesitated - ...Don't use the middle lamp, it will make them dazzle, it's too strong -
- Oh, you're right. Sorry! - answered the one sitting on the left side of the controller and twisted one of the caps. KyungSoo came near and looked at the soundboard.
- That should be ok - said and raised his head to look at the scene behind the wide window. The view was incredible. Hundreds of seats in red colour as well as the carpet. Approximately 10 step stairs led to a stage top, 2 pairs, one on the left, second on the right. The massive curtains that split the stage and hidden the other half were in navy blue colour. Suddenly, the door was opened and the photographer girl from before came in.
- Hi, would you mind if I make a few shots? -
All of them looked at her with many questions in their eyes.
- What for? - finally, the one sitting just at the right end of the controller broke the silence.
She smiled happily and said:
- It's mostly for my portfolio, but we may be using them later, of course with your permission only! - then stuck her camera to her smiling face and pressed the button to make a picture.
KyungSoo wasn't happy. He looked at the girl resentfully, but when he was about to start talking, the doors opened again...
It was the manager, who casually walked in.
Without any word, he stood next to KyungSoo and looked behind the window, then started:
- All prepared? -
- Yes, we just finished. The program is starting next 5 minutes, we are ready -
Then manager looked at KyungSoo out of the corner of his eye.
- Did you imagine?...- he grunted. Surprised KyungSoo asked: Excuse me?
- Did you imagine yourself there? - those words were like a knife straight into KyungSoo's heart. He barely managed to stay calm:
- Why would I do such a thing? -
- We both know this could have been your stage, but with your attitude, we would need a mask or dubler - then smiled like it was the best joke he could ever think of.
- You would be hidden behind the scenes and gi...-
- Can you...!- KyungSoo interrupted him, but backed off the next second, then finished with a low tone voice:
- It's not the best time, leave it manager Kim...-
The smile wasn't coming off the manager's face, but he did do as he was told. KyungSoo suddenly turned around and saw the photographer still standing there with a frightened face.
- Do you need to be here? - asked. She then, without any word opened the door and walked away.
The performance was glamorous. Creams have shown spectacular shows and gathered hundreds of fans cheering for them singing their producer's songs. After the show, the audience started to walk away, and staff rolled up the equipment or cleaned the stage. Two friends, Chanyeol and KyungSoo walked into the theatre by the backstage doors. Suddenly, Chanyeol stopped:
- KyungSoo-yah, sorry! - and fold his hands as if in prayer - I forgot I promised Sue I'll show her some things online and take her back home, you know what I mean - and stick out his tongue flirtatiously
- Sorry, I promise I'll pay you back double for today! - and run back to the backstage leaving KyungSoo alone.
He wasn't upset, he wasn't even sure if he was bothered about it. This was a long, difficult day and the only thing he wished for was going back home and lying in his comfy bed. He turned around and walked towards the main entrance, but then...sudden hunch told him to stop. In the middle row, just on the first seat next to him was the photographer girl, looking at the camera and sliding photos. She wept silently...her right hand was holding her head widely to cover part of her face. KyungSoo looked at her in silence, why the sudden need to speak to her? It's not his business, and they don't know each other...why the hesitation to just walk away?
- What? - she asked, while still covering her face and looking at the camera. KyungSoo was looking for the best question to ask. Then after a couple of seconds, he goes:
- You're not going home? -
It wasn't the best choice of question, but it just flew somehow from his mouth, surprising himself.
- ...are you hungry?- she asked without moving an inch from her last position, making him step back and open his eyes widely out of shock:
- W..well...I didn't plan it, but I can grab a takeaway if...that's OK? - almost whispered, still mesmerized. Suddenly she smiled and looked at him:
- Then let's go, what was your name again? KyungSoo, the producer of Creams? I like it! My name is YiSeul, the photographer in training - she smiled gracefully even though the tears were still lying gently on her cheeks. That made him smile happily for a second. This wasn't in the scenario. Meeting her that day wasn't planned at all, but even if he was tired, this new colleague seemed like the best companion after this long, demanding day.
It's only today! They will never meet again, so why not?
Won't they?
#kdrama#doh kyungsoo#do kyung soo#exo do kyungsoo#d.o. kyungsoo#do kyungsoo#exo kyungsoo#kyungsoo#highlight medley#exo d.o.#exo d.o#d.o.#expectations#fanfic
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A Day in the Life of a Maknae (EXO Ver.)
➻ Pairings: Sehun x Kai
➻ Genre: Romance, Smut
➻ Additional: Humor, Fluff, Crackish
➻ Word Count: 8.5k
➻ Warnings: This story was written anywhere from 4 - 10 years ago. I’m highly aware that much of the content in this story is unrealistic and may be triggering to some. Please mind all tags! If you’re unsure, please just skip this story. This story is fiction and does not reflect real-life idols' behaviors, personalities, or beliefs.
~*~6:00 AM~*~
Sehun’s alarm went off, but the maknae didn’t want to get up. He was wrapped up tightly in his blankets, snug as a bug in a rug. But even though he was comfy and his body was telling him to stay in bed and go back to sleep, he knew he had a job to do. He was the maknae after all, and as such, it was his duty to be the annoying little shit in the group. Which meant waking up all his members at an ungodly hour in the morning, only to slink back to his bed and catch maybe another hour of sleep before he really had to get up and start getting ready for the day.
It was such a dirty task, but someone had to do it. And after a while it got repetitive, so he started thinking up ways that would make it better; more fun. And he never went in the same order twice. With eleven different members, he could wake up each member first at one point in the month before he started repeating again.
With a grunt, Sehun threw off his blankets and rolled over, shutting off the alarm on his phone. Sitting up, he took a moment to gather himself, looking around the silent room. Groaning, he reached up and ruffled his already messy hair as he forced his body to start moving. With a yawn, he walked past the second bed, ignoring the soft breathing coming from Kai. He would wake the other up later. Today was Kris’ turn to be woken first.
Opening his door, he stepped out and closed it behind him softly. Kris’ room was only three doors down, a quick walk, which was good because his legs weren’t wanting to cooperate this morning as he stumbled in his hazy state. Walking in, he looked at the two beds, finding one completely empty and the other completely full. Looks like he was getting two for the price of one this morning.
Moving to the bed, Sehun pulled back the covers to the bed slowly, exposing the two sleeping bodies curled together. He hadn’t been very partial to the Lufan couple, but after a while, they grew on him and he decided that they were very cute together. He slipped into the bed with the two, it was a tight squeeze, but he managed to do it. He wiggled his way down the long lanky body of the EXO M leader, eyes locked on one target; the hard, swollen cock standing proudly between Kris’ legs.
Sehun was always impressed by Kris’ size and he often wondered how Luhan was able to take such a long cock, and then he remembered Chanyeol fucked the smallest member of their group, Kyungsoo, on a daily basis and Chanyeol’s cock was thick. So somehow they manage and Sehun was sure one day he would get to feel those cocks inside him too.
Glancing up at the sleeping figure, Sehun leaned to lap at the swollen head when a hand pressed against the side of his face, halting his movements. He glanced over, eyes locking with sleepy brown ones. Damn! And he had been hoping to wake Luhan up after Kris, but it seemed the other was a light sleeper.
“Morning.” Luhan whispered and Sehun smiled.
“Morning hyung.” Sehun whispered. He shifted carefully on the bed and leaned up, pressing a gentle kiss to the elder’s lips. “Want to help me wake up Kris?” he asked gently. Luhan gave a short nod and shifted down with Sehun and smiled as he looked back at the other.
“Do you want his balls first?” Luhan asked softly as he eyed his lover’s lower regions.
“Don’t you like sucking on them though?” Sehun asked and smirked as Luhan nodded. “Have at it hyung.” Luhan grinned and leaned in, lips latching onto the hanging suck, tongue running over it lightly. Kris shifted on the bed, a small groan leaving him, but the other wasn’t waking yet.
Sehun leaned in and lapped at the swollen head, groaning in pleasure at the taste. Kris was musky tasting, then again Sehun wasn’t sure if it was solely Kris’ taste or if it was also mixed with Luhan’s taste as well. Teasing the slit, he wrapped his lips around the head and sucked on it nice and hard.
Kris groaned again and shifted under him. Sehun felt soft hair brushing against his neck. Shifting to the side more, he gave Luhan more room to suck and lick at Kris’ balls. He took more of the hard flesh into his mouth, tongue working over the underside of the hard cock. Fingers tangled in his hair and Sehun turned his eyes up, meeting sleepy yet aroused eyes. Smirking, he pulled off the cock with a small pop and licked his lips.
“Morning hyung.”
“M-Morning.” Kris grunted and bucked his hips down. Luhan’s head popped up then, tongue licking over his plump lips.
“Morning, jagi.” Kris grunted and stared down at the two, smirking.
“This is a nice way to wake up in the morning.” Kris said and shifted up in the bed.
“Mmm, I was hoping to do Luhan afterwards, but he woke up first.” Sehun pouted cutely at his hyungs and Luhan laughed. Leaning over, Luhan kissed his cheek before climbing to his knees and sitting back.
“Alright Sehun, he’s awake, thank you. But I’m going to take it from here.” Luhan said as he crawled into Kris’ lap.
“What? But...I want-”
“Good bye Sehun.” Luhan said and looked back at the maknae. Pouting, Sehun climbed out of the bed and stalked over to the door, leaving the happy couple in a huff. Damn it! So much for a good morning snack. Damn Luhan, always cock blocking him! Oh well, who to wake now? Kyungsoo? Suho? Ah! Tao! Tao would let Sehun give him a proper good morning wake up. Walking down the hall, he pushed open Tao’s door, only to find the other was already up and taking care of his problem perfectly fine...with Suho.
“God damn it, can’t I get a break?! I’m supposed to be waking you guys up.” Sehun huffed, crossing his arms.
The two stopped moving, heads turning to stare at the maknae in the doorway. “Sorry Hunnie, you took too long.” Suho said and chuckled. “Woke him up on my own.”
“Yeah, with your ass on his dick.” Sehun scoffed and Suho shrugged, his hips rocking again. Tao’s head fell back, a strangled moan leaving him.
“Yes Hyung, keep moving.”
“God.” Sehun groaned and turned. “Everyone is getting laid but me! So unfair!” Sehun whined as he left the room, slamming the door behind him. His normal routine of waking the members was ruined. Damn it. It was like everyone was against him sucking cock this morning. He really needed a good cock to suck and tasty cum to drink. At this point in time though he was was giving up. Fuck it all, the morning was ruined!
~*~8:00AM~*~
Sehun sighed as the hot water ran over his head, dowsing him and relaxing his already sore body. It wasn’t even 8:30 and he was already sore. Mainly because he went around, trying to get the members up, but someone was cockblocking him. From Kyungsoo’s angry growls as he protected Chanyeol from the maknae, to Lay’s god awful farts that sent not only Sehun running, but his roommate Xiumin as well.
Sehun should have seen it coming. The moment he didn’t want to wake up this morning should have been his omen that things were going to go horribly; today was not going to be a good day. He had to do something to make this day go better. But he didn’t know what. Maybe corner a member while they were dressing?
Sehun felt arms wrap around his waist, but he ignored them as he continued to think. He would have to get a member alone, otherwise one of the other members would cockblock him again. And he was certainly staying away from Chanyeol this morning. Kyungsoo held grudges for at least half a day. So for the moment, Chanyeol was so off limits that he wouldn’t be able to touch Chanyeol even if he was on Pluto. Just wasn’t happening.
Soft lips pressed to his neck and he sighed, finally lifting his head. “What?” he asked. He wasn’t in the mood for Kai at the moment. He knew it was the other, because only Kai ever came in to take a shower with him. Tao usually stuck with Suho anymore and after this morning, he knew for a fact those two had already showered together.
“What’s wrong SeSe?” Kai asked, tilting his head more to stare at the other. “Why are you so upset?”
“I’m not upset, I’m just….pouting.” Sehun said and sighed. Yup, that’s what he was doing, pouting and planning. Planning and pouting. Though he was pouting more than he was planning because it was hard to plan! The member’s personalities changed so quickly during the day that he wasn’t really sure what to expect. One minute they could be all nice and sweet, and then the next minute they were ready to kick his ass because he had gotten on their nerves.
“Why are you pouting?” Kai asked, chin resting on Sehun’s shoulder.
“Because, first Luhan cock blocked me from sucking off Kris. And then Tao was already fucking Suho.” Sehun complained. “I went to wake Chanyeol and freaking Kyungsoo hyung nearly bit my face off! And Lay hyung gassed me out of his room! The hyungs are being so mean to me today.” he whined.
“Aw, I’m sorry.” Kai said and kissed Sehun's neck again. “You didn’t come to wake me up.” he said.
“Yeah, well after being gassed, I just needed to sleep again.” Sehun muttered and closed his eyes.
“Mmm, well you know, now that I’m in here with you we could-”
“I’m not in the mood right now.” Sehun said and pushed Kai off. “I’ve got to think of a way to get back at those mean hyungs! Not letting me have my fun this morning.” he said and turned to look at Kai. The other stared at him and raised a brow.
“You could have your fun right now if you want,” he said and motioned to himself. Sehun made a face and looked the other over.
“Uh no. You need a shower. You didn’t take one last night after practice like the rest of us.” Sehun said and shook his head. “I don’t suck sweaty cocks.”
“Oh, but you’ll suck cocks that were up other people’s asses?” Kai asked, a bit hurt by Sehun’s comment.
“Well duh.” Sehun said and rolled his eyes. “Silly hyung, it's like a buffet that way. I get more flavors.” he said.
“That is so gross Sehun.” Kai made a face, shaking his head.
“Don’t knock it until you try it.” Sehun said and grabbed his shower gel and started washing himself. He was rinsed off before Kai could even attempt to bring up the subject of ‘fun’ to the other. “Well, have fun washing.” he said and passed the bottle to Kai before getting out and grabbing his towel. He left the shocked tan male, door closing behind him as he made his way back to their room so he could start dressing.
His plan was going to be finding a member cornering them. That’s all he could do right now. Sehun was above begging. He would never in a million years beg to have cock, that was for sure. Pulling on a pair of sweats, he grabbed his black tank and threw it over his shoulder as he stepped out of his room. Nothing like being a little sexy to add to his appeal. He moved into the kitchen and smiled as he spotted Baekhyun at the counter, making himself a bowl of cereal. And he was the only one there….perfect.
With a smirk, he walked over to the elder male and pressed up against him. “What are you doing hyung?” he asked, grinning when Baekhyun stilled for a moment before relaxing.
“Making breakfast, what does it look like?” the shorter male said as he poured the milk into the bowl, coating the sugary substance thoroughly. “Do you want me to make you a bowl?” he asked.
“Mmm, no I’m fine.” Sehun said, mouth lowering over Baekhyun’s neck, licking and sucking on the flesh teasingly. “Mmm, hyung tastes good this morning.” he purred, his hands moving to rest on Baekhyun’s hips.
Grunting, Baekhyun elbowed Sehun in the gut and turned from him, shaking his finger at him. “Not today Sehunnie.” he said and grabbed his bowl, leaving a stunned Sehun in silence. Seriously?! What the fuck? Why were the members doing this to him? Sehun lifted his arms and sniffed. Nope he didn’t smell bad. Hell, he just took a shower. And he hadn’t farted, so why were the members running from him? He just didn’t understand it.
He turned when he heard footsteps and smiled. “Xiumin hyung~!” he called out.
“Forget it Sehun.” Xiumin said as he poured himself a cup of coffee and left the kitchen in less than five minutes. Sehun sighed and kicked the chair near him, which was a big mistake. He growled as he hopped around, holding the toe he stubbed.
“What are you doing?” Kai asked as he walked into the kitchen, watching the maknae hop around.
“I stubbed my toe when I kicked the chair.” Sehun hissed out and leaned back against the counter, rubbing the pain from his toe.
“And why did you kick the chair? What did it do to you?” Kai asked.
“Nothing! I’m just pissed! Baekhyun hyung and Xiumin hyung turned me down!” Sehun pouted. Kai rolled his eyes as he moved to the pantry and pulled out a box of cereal and went to the dish strainer and grabbed a bowl.
“Are you still on that? I’m telling you Sehun, if you want some fun I’m right here.” Kai said. “What do I have to do, line up a runway with flashing lights?” he asked.
“Can’t you see it’s not about you?” Sehun asked and stared at his best friend. “These hyungs are suddenly ignoring me, pushing me away and I have to find out why!” he said and stormed out of the room, never noticing the hurt and sadness that crossed Kai’s face.
~*~Noon~*~
Sehun peeked into the practice room and smirked to himself. Good, there was his prey. Even though Lay had gassed him out of his bedroom earlier that morning, Lay was the best target to get to the bottom of things. The hyung was so laid back and chill that he would do almost anything you told him to and he usually didn’t ask questions. Glancing over his shoulder, he made sure no one was around before slipping into the room.
“Lay hyung.” he greeted, startling the other from his thoughts.
“Hunnie.” Lay greeted and stared at him a bit blankly. “Aren’t you practicing with Kai?” he asked.
“Oh I was.” Sehun said as he walked over and grabbed a chair. Pulling it up, he sat in front of the other and smiled at him sweetly. “But I thought I would come see what my favorite hyung was doing,” he said.
“F-Favorite?” Lay asked. “I’m your favorite?”
“Of course!” Sehun said, though it was a lie. If he honestly had to pick his favorite hyung it would be Xiumin. The other was really the coolest hyung. No matter what was thrown at him, Xiumin always came out on top and let’s face it, he was a good player too. He ‘stole’ Luhan from him while secretly being with Lay. But he wasn’t going to let Lay know that. He needed the other to believe he was the favorite.
“Awesome. So what can your favorite hyung do for you?” he asked.
“Oh, well you know. A little of this and a little of that.” Sehun said. The confused look that Lay gave him didn’t surprise him. He stood and moved closer, taking the guitar from the other’s hands and laying it carefully on the floor. He lowered himself into Lay’s lap, one leg on each side and stared into the other’s eyes. “This morning has just been horrible, hyung.” he said.
“Yeah?” Lay asked, arms wrapping around Sehun’s waist, holding him carefully. “What happened?” he asked.
“Luhan hyung! He cockblocked me from getting some of Kris.” Sehun pouted. “And then Tao was already fucking Suho hyung and Kyungsoo hyung tried to eat me.” he said and sighed softly. He rested his head on Lay’s shoulder gently, breathing gently through his mouth, letting the hot air run across the sensitive neck of the Chinese member.
“S-Sehun.” Lay whispered and cleared his throat, his grip on Sehun’s waist tightening. “That sounds horrible. But uh...what can I do to help?” he asked. Sehun smirked at the question, his hips slowly rocking down, meeting those very flexible ones.
“I think you know hyung.” Sehun whispered, his lips moving in and brushing against the flesh. Lay let out a strangled moan, his head moving to the side slowly. “Come on hyung. I’ve been denied pleasure all morning. I need something.” he said and grinded down harder. Lay bit his lip, his own hips bucking up to meet the maknae’s. Sehun smirked to himself. He had the other right where he wanted him. Now all he had to do was get them naked and his hard work was going to pay off.
“Make my day better, hyung.” Sehun whispered. “Fuck me.” he purred. He was ready for Lay, ready to feel the other’s lips against his, those nimble fingers working his clothes off and touching his body. What he was not ready for was being pushed so rudely off of the other’s lap and landing hard on his back.
“What the fuck Yixing?!” Sehun shouted and glared up at the pale man that stood, backing away.
“Ugh...I uh...have to go!” Lay said and rushed from the room so fast that Sehun could barely comprehend what had happened. Did Lay really just reject him? What the fuck was that about? Honestly, was he wearing some sort of hyung repellant? Why was everyone just pushing him away?
Groaning, Sehun flopped on his back and stared up at the bright lights of the ceiling. Something had to have happened. Why were they suddenly all telling him no. It’s not like they had a problem with it the other day. What was so different? What the hell was going? Closing his eyes, he let out a heavy sigh and let his muscles relax. He was content to just lay there and pout for a few hours. That would make his hyungs feel bad! Shame on them! Such bad hyungs!
Sehun grunted as he sat up suddenly and glared hard at the practice room door. Instead of waiting, he was going to go and confront them! He wanted answers and he was going to get them right then and there! Climbing to his feet, he left the practice room and stormed down the hall, searching the different practice rooms for the others. He was pretty sure they were having individual practice right now, yet the rooms were empty.
Sehun walked to the main practice room and grabbed the handle of the door and as he pulled the door open, he heard his name falling from his hyung’s lips. He held the door slightly ajar, moving his head around until he could see the group of eleven men gathered around the couch.
“It’s alright Lay.” Xiumin said and patted Lay’s shoulder gently.
“It was so hard to push him. You have no idea.” Lay whispered and ran a hand through his hair. “He just came at me. I didn’t think not giving the maknae what he wanted would create such a...a…”
“Horny monster.” Baekhyun said and snorted. “He cornered me in the kitchen this morning.” he said and shook his head.
“He walked in on me and Suho.” Tao added.
“He helped me wake Kris.” Luhan said and sighed, rubbing the side of his face. “And then he didn’t want to leave. He threw a hissy fit.”
“He kicked the kitchen chair because Baekhyun hyung and Xiumin hyung ‘denied’ him.” Kai said from his spot against the wall. The members fell silent and stared at the young male with a strange look, one Sehun hadn’t really seen them give before. He couldn’t explain it, but it gave him this overwhelming sense of guilt for some reason.
“It’ll be alright Kai.” Suho said. “He’s just stubborn is all.”
Stubborn? Well yeah, Sehun was stubborn, he would have agreed with them to that. But what were they talking about? What was going to be alright for Kai? Did he do something? Did he pull a muscle in his waist? Oh that would be bad. Kai’s waist was already injured, not that anyone could tell when he danced.
“Yeah I know.” Kai said and closed his eyes, head resting back on the wall.
“You know we’re doing this for you Kai.” Kris said. “It’s all for you. So no matter how difficult this becomes, we’re not going to give up.” he assured the dancer, but it didn’t seem like Kai really believed in them. He pushed off the wall and shook his head.
“Suho hyung, it’s alright if I go hang with Taemin for a few hours right?” Kai asked.
“Ah...yeah, just be back by four.” Suho said with a nod of his head. Kai nodded and started for the door. Sehun scrambled away quickly and ran into another room, his door closing just as Kai came out. He heard the footsteps moving down the hall, away from him and he sighed softly. What the hell was going on? This was just getting weirder and weirder. But there was one thing that Sehun knew, it was that the members were hiding something from him. They were doing this on purpose, keeping him away. And it had something to do with Kai, but for the life of Sehun he couldn’t figure out what.
Maybe...maybe the answer lied with Kai. Yeah! He should go talk to the other and ask him what the other hyungs are planning. Opening the door, he peeked out and saw the hall clear. He tiptoed out and headed down the hall and to the elevator. Kai was going to meet up with Taemin, maybe he could get the SHINee maknae to help him as well.
~*~2:00 PM~*~
It was like pulling teeth, trying to figure out where Kai and Taemin went. Sehun had just missed the other when he ran out of the SM building and of course there were fans there waiting. He didn’t feel comfortable going out on his own, so he went back in and decided to call his sunbaes and find out where Taemin was going with Kai.
It took almost an hour before Minho finally got back to Sehun, letting the other know that Kai and Taemin went to a park near their dorm, by the Han River. Armed with his information, Sehun snuck out through the back of the building and headed for the park that the members liked to frequent often. By the time he was there, it was nearly 2:30 and he was tired and hungry. But he was on a mission and he was going to find the answer to his questions.
The park was pretty empty, but it was a weekday. Kids were still in school, most of the adults were at work. Only a very small group of people would be out right now, such as idols and university students. So the time was perfect to be out on their own. And if the fans didn’t see them leave and follow then there was going to be a lot of peace and quiet around for the idols to enjoy the outdoors.
But because it was so bare out, it took Sehun a while to find Kai and Taemin. They were near the back of the park, near the river and were under a tree, just chatting. Sehun was making his way over with determination etched on his face. At least until he caught sight of what they were really doing. They were kissing, full on kissing! In public! Okay, so it was deserted back there, still!
Sehun felt a pang in his chest suddenly and the longer he watched, the more that pang twisted inside of him. His chest felt so tight, it hurt; almost like it might explode. But he didn’t understand why he had these feelings. It was confusing him. What was wrong with him? He wasn’t sure, but he knew he couldn’t stand there and watch those two any longer. He turned and ran off, hoping that he hadn’t been seen by anyone.
But he wasn’t that lucky. Because if Sehun had bothered to turn back and look one last time, he would have seen Taemin and Kai standing, their eyes on him, and he would have seen the shame and guilt written all over Kai’s face.
~*~4:00PM~*~
Kai arrived back to the practice studio right on time. The other members were there, but there was no Sehun, and that worried him. “Where’s the maknae?” he asked.
“Oh, he went home half an hour ago. He said he wasn’t feeling good.” Suho said. “How was your time with Taemin?” he asked.
“Did he say why he wasn’t feeling good?” Kai questioned.
“No. Just that he wasn’t feeling well.” Suho said and frowned. “Is something wrong Kai?” Kai sighed and ran a hand through his hair then.
“Sehun...followed us to the park and...he saw me kissing Taemin.”
“What? You were kissing Taemin?! What the hell? I thought you loved Sehun! We’re beating the boy off with a stick for you!” Luhan growled. “What the hell Kai?”
“It’s not like that!” Kai said quickly. “I do love Sehun. I was...I’ve never kissed anyone. Taemin hyung has and I wanted him to...teach me.” he said and looked away. “I think I just fucked things up.”
“Well, now wait a minute. How can you fuck things up when he doesn’t even know you like him like that?” Chanyeol asked and stared at Kai. “Come on, it’ll be fine.” he said and wrapped his arms around Kai’s shoulders, hugging him. “He probably went home to pout. You were getting some, the rest of us are getting some and he’s not. He’s an unhappy maknae is all.” he said softly.
Kai let out a deep sigh as he leaned against the other, arms wrapping around his waist, holding him tighter. “I hope so,” he whispered. An unhappy maknae he could deal with. But a hurt or heartbroken maknae he could not deal with. Even if Sehun deserved it for always pushing him to the side and going after the other hyungs, Kai never wanted to hurt the other. He loved him too much.
“Come on, let’s go home, clean up and order food. We’ll sit down and talk to Sehun and just tell him what we’ve been doing and why.” Suho said. “With all the misunderstandings out of the way, there’s no way he could stay mad at you Kai, trust me alright?” Suho asked. Kai lifted his head and nodded.
“Good, let’s go.” Suho said and ushered the group from the room. They headed downstairs and piled into their separate vans and headed back home. Kai sat between Chanyeol and Baekhyun, the two hyungs rubbing his back and arms, trying to make him feel better. But Kai wouldn’t feel better until he could talk to Sehun, tell him what he saw was just a misunderstanding and confess his feelings for the other.
~*~6:00PM~*~
Sehun was laid out on his bed, face first in his bed. He was so upset and he didn’t know why. It wasn’t like he was with Kai or anything. He shouldn’t feel this sort of sadness. But he did and it was confusing. Why should he care if Kai was kissing Taemin? Those two were best friends after all. So let them be together. But his heart...his heart didn’t want that. His heart wanted Kai. It was confusing.
Was he...was he in love with Kai? But when did that happen? Sehun never had time to fall in love. In between pleasing the members and going to schedules there just wasn’t time. At least he didn’t think so. Maybe there was. Maybe it just happened because he was close with Kai and they spent a lot of time together. That could be the reason.
Sehun grunted as he rolled over and stared up at the ceiling. He was in love with Kai. And that’s the reason why he was so upset. He wanted Kai for himself. He didn’t want Taemin to have him! Realization suddenly hit Sehun and he let out a long groan. Fuck! All day Kai was trying to get him to sleep with him. All day his hyung was offering his body and all day Sehun was pushing him away. What if he drove Kai away? What if he was the reason the two had been kissing.
Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!
Sehun closed his eyes and let out a small sob. This was it. His chance of happiness was gone. He pushed Kai away and the hyungs were pushing him away. He was alone and it was all his fault. Tears slowly slipped from his closed eyes and rolled down his cheeks as he silently cried himself to sleep.
~*~8:00PM~*~
Sehun groaned as he felt someone shift besides him, waking him from his sleep. He had been in a dreamless sleep, his body just floating in darkness. But now that he was somewhat conscious, the pain of his realization was slowly hitting him once more. And he wanted nothing more but to curl up and go back into the darkness, to forget about all his pain. Because at least there, he wasn’t going to be hurt.
“Sehun-ah.” The voice was so soft, so soothing. It was gentle and coaxing, reminding Sehun of his mother’s voice, only his mother’s voice wasn’t that deep and manly sounding. “Come on Sehun, let’s get up.” he said.
“No.” Sehun whined and pulled the blanket up and over his body. When had he pulled the blankets up? He didn’t remember waking up to pull them up. “Sleepy,” he whispered.
“Sehun, you missed dinner. Come on, get up and eat something and you can go back to sleep alright?” Sehun felt hands touching him and rolling him over. Sighing softly, Sehun opened his eyes and stared up at his leader. “Sehun, are you alright?” Suho asked softly.
“I’m fine. Just tired.” Sehun whispered. He stared at him for a few moments before slowly sitting up. “Alright, I’m up.” he said softly.
Suho smiled and stood and helped Sehun out of his bed. “Come on, we saved you some dinner.” he said and led the maknae out of his room, down the hall and into the living room where the other members were gathered spending ‘family’ time as Suho loved to call. Sehun sat down in an empty chair, and watched as Suho disappeared into the kitchen. From the small noises the other was creating, Sehun knew his food was being warmed up and he smiled at that. Suho was always so nice and kind, taking good care of them all. He was the best leader they had.
Taking a moment, Sehun looked around the living room. Most of the members were watching the TV, laughing at whatever stupid show that was on. A few of them were talking silently amongst themselves, or on their phones. When his eyes landed on Kai, all the pain of his previous thoughts came rushing back and he looked away quickly. He curled himself up in the chair, trying to make himself as small as possible. He ruined everything between him and Kai and now he was going to be reminded of that for the rest of his life, or at least for the rest of the time he was in EXO.
“Here.” Sehun jumped at the voice and looked up.
“Thanks.” Sehun took the offered plate and sighed. Picking up his chopsticks, he started eating, a smile spreading over his face. It wasn’t take out, it was home cooked and he loved their home cooked meals the most. Absorbed in eating and savoring every bite he took, he didn’t realize that the TV was turned off or that the members were watching him closely.
“Sehun.” Sehun looked up, eyes moving to Chanyeol.
“What?” Sehun asked, mouth full.
“We need to talk.” Chanyeol said.
“Okay.”
“All of us.” Chanyeol said and motioned to all the males in the room for clarification. Sehun looked around before lowering his plate and swallowing his food.
“Okay.” he said slowly. “Did I do something?” he asked.
“No, it’s just….” Chanyeol trailed off.
“We want to talk to you about what’s been going on today.” Suho said and looked down at Sehun. Sehun frowned and shook his head, sighing.
“What’s there to talk about?” he asked and started eating once more.
“Sehun, you need to understand we’re not-”
“Understand what?!” Sehun snapped and looked up at Suho, glaring. “That you don’t like me? That I’m not needed?! I got that message loud and clear today. So just save it.”
“Sehun, that's not true. We do like you and we do need you.” Luhan said.
“Bull shit.” Sehun growled and stood, plate falling to the floor.
“Sehun!” Suho wrapped his arms around Sehun before the other could escape back to his room. “Stop it please!” he pleaded. “We’re not lying to you. Please, you just need to listen for a moment.” he said. Sehun stilled in the other’s arms, eyes closing slowly.
“Sehun we love you, you’re our maknae and a precious member of our group. We never want to hurt you.”
“Yeah? I still don’t believe you.” Sehun whispered. He felt so tired now, so weak. He knew another breakdown was on its way, and he didn’t want to have it in front of his members. He wished Suho would just hurry up with his little speech so he could retreat back to his room and cry in peace.
“Sehun, we're doing this for you!” Suho said and pulled back and stared at him. “So you can be happy!”
“Happy?! How is this making me happy! Everyone was pushing me away!” Sehun shouted.
“We’re doing it because someone loves you! Do you think it’s fair that he has to watch as you crawl into our beds every day, while he sits there and waits for you to notice him and his feelings?!”
“Who?! Who sits and waits?! I please everyone! And if I’m not doing a good job why doesn’t he have the balls to tell me himself?!” Sehun growled. He was angry now; tears were slowly pricking at the corners of his eyes.
“Me.” Sehun turned and stared at Kai as the other stood.
“Kai?” Sehun asked before frowning. “What are you doing? Do you think this is funny? You love me?”
“Yes.” Kai said softly.
“I would expect this from someone like Chen,”
“Hey!”
“But not you Kai.” Sehun whispered. “Why would you want to hurt me like this? Tell me you love me when I know you don’t.”
“Sehun-”
“I saw you with Taemin!” Sehun interrupted. “What are you trying to do, cheat on him with me? I’m not going to be the ‘other woman’.” he growled.
“Well I mean you kind of are.” Baekhyun said softly.
“Shut up!” Sehun snapped at the other and even though the informal language angered Baekhyun, he kept quiet.
“Sehun you got it all wrong.” Kai said.
“How could I get it wrong when I saw you with my own eyes kissing Taemin?!” Sehun asked. He glared hard at his friend, watching the way his face contorted. He wasn’t sure what emotions ran through Kai, they went by so quickly that he didn’t have time to even count how many he went through before the other was stalking towards. Sehun was a little scared of what the other might do to him, but he stood his ground. His pain, his anger overshadowed his fear of the other.
“I kissed Taemin so I could do this.” Kai said as he grabbed Sehun’s face and pulled him into a searing kiss. Sehun’s eyes widened, staring at Kai’s face. The other was staring right back into his eyes and Sehun got so lost in them. There were so many feelings running through those dark orbs, most of them mirrors of his own feelings. Pulling back, they stared at each other, silent except for their heavy breathing.
“Kai.” Sehun whispered.
“I love you Hunnie.” Kai looked him over before sighing. “Honestly, I thought maybe you would have figured it out by now, especially with all the offers I gave you today. But you kept pushing me away.”
“I-I’m sorry.” Sehun apologized. He was stupid, so stupid. And he realized just how stupid he was. He looked down, afraid now. What was going to happen? Was Kai just going to leave him then? Pretend the kiss didn’t happen? Was it a parting kiss? Sehun didn’t want to think that.
Fingers slid under his chin and lifted his head up. He met Kai’s eyes once more and blushed as Kai leaned in and kissed him once more. It was a gentle kiss this time but it still had Sehun going weak in the knees. Reaching up, he gripped the front of Kai’s shirt, holding him tightly as he leaned into the kiss. Kai wrapped his arms around Sehun’s waist, pulling him closer against him as he deepened the kiss, tongue licking gently at Sehun’s lips. Sehun parted his lips and a moan left him as the tongue slipped into his mouth, filling it more than he ever thought. Kai’s tongue filled his mouth more than any cock he’s ever sucked and it amazed Sehun.
A throat was cleared and the two pulled apart, a small flush on their cheeks as they looked back at the other members who were watching. “So, if you’re going to continue, please do so in your room.” Kris said. “Unless you're willing to share him.” He grunted when he was smacked and looked at Luhan. “What? Oh we’re still on that? Come on, you know the maknae has great cock sucking skills.” Kris said and grunted as he was smacked again. “What?!” he whined.
Sehun laughed as Kris was smacked repeatedly by Luhan. It was finally clicking in his head, why the members had pushed him away, taking care of things on their own. It was so he and Kai could be together. And he was thankful for that. But that still wasn’t going to stop him from playing with the other members. Only now he had someone else to help him, or watch him...both were turn ons in Sehun’s book.
“How about you show me just how good of a cocksucker you are.” Kai whispered, turning his attention back to the other. Sehun thought for a moment and nodded, smirking.
“Let’s go then.” Taking Kai’s hand, he led the other down the hall and to their room, closing the door behind them.
“Right...so who has the earplugs?” Chanyeol asked.
“Why would we need those? I want to hear.” Chen said and grinned, licking his lips.
“Ugh, you would.” Kyungsoo said and rolled his eyes, but was already up and following after Chen, the two sneaking down to listen.
“You know...they don’t have such a bad idea.” Kris said and stood.
“Are we seriously going to do this?” Suho asked.
“Of course!” Tao said happily, following the other bodies.
~*~10:00PM~*~
Sehun pushed Kai down on the bed once they were safely in their bedroom. Their lips met in a hungry kiss as hands grabbed at different pieces of clothing as they tried to rip the articles of clothing off. Skin was pinched in the process and they pulled apart. “That’s not smart.” Sehun said and rubbed his side. Kai chuckled and shifted on the bed, leaning over and kissing the spot gently.
“Sorry.” he said and Sehun shook his head.
“It’s fine.” Sehun looked Kai over and smiled, hands moving to touch the exposed chest. He had seen the other naked many times before, this wasn’t the first time. But it was the first time that this was going to mean something more between them. And that alone made Sehun nervous. Kai gripped his wrist and Sehun stared, watching the way his hand shook as the other lifted it and kissed it.
“You’re shaking.” Kai whispered and stared up at him. “What’s wrong Hunnie?” Sehun blinked and shook his head, giving a small, forced laugh.
“I don’t know. I guess…” he trailed off and looked away. “It’s different now. It’s not just sex.”
“Why isn’t it?” Kai asked, confused by the maknae’s words. It was sex. Or at least, it was going to be sex if they could get to it.
“It’s not. It means more.” Sehun said and looked back at Kai. “You mean more to me now than before and I’m just….nervous,” he said. Kai let out a chuckle and released Sehun’s wrist. His arms wrapped around the male’s waist, pulling Sehun closer, the other’s ass resting firmly on his lap.
“There’s nothing to be worried about. How many times have we already fucked? I know what you’re like, you know what I’m like. It’s fine.” Kai tried to reassure the other, but one look at Sehun’s face, he knew he hadn’t actually succeeded.
“You love me though.” Sehun whispered.
“And you love me, don’t you?” Kai asked. Sehun bit his lip lightly and nodded his head gently. “So then there is nothing to worry about,” he said. He reached up and stroked Sehun’s cheek gently, letting his fingers guide over the smooth, nearly flawless skin. He pulled Sehun down into another kiss; gentle and soft. As their lips molded together, the passion between them intensified. A moan left Sehun as Kai forced his tongue between his soft lips, licking at his tongue playfully. Kai gave a small buck and Sehun groaned deeply. Sehun wrapped his arms around Kai’s neck, holding him close as he flicked his tongue against the dancer’s, teasing it as he rolled his hips over Kai’s. He could feel Kai’s hard cock pressing against his ass and it sent sparks of pleasure coursing through them. Lifting himself up, Sehun opened his pants and wiggled out of them quickly, kicking off his boxers as well.
“God you’re so hard baby.” Kai whispered. He reached out and wrapped his hands around Sehun’s cock and stroked him quickly, pulling heated moans from the maknae as he bucked into his hand.
“Kai...please.” Sehun panted and grunted. Kai gave a squeeze before releasing him.
“Come on babe. I thought you were going to show me your cocksucking skills.” he said and smirked. Sehun glared and shifted off of Kai’s lap.
“Yeah, yeah. Pushy.” he said and chuckled. He reached down and pulled down Kai’s sweatpants, smirking as his cock sprang free quickly. Kai never was one to wear underwear if he didn’t have to. Kai kicked off his pants and settled back on the bed, legs spread and inviting. Licking his lips, Sehun lowered himself and licked over the fat head slowly.
“Fuck.” Kai breathed out and Sehun smirked. He ran his tongue over the head again, dipping teasingly into the slit. The cock twitched under his touch and he chuckled. “Damn it Sehun, suck it.” he groaned.
“Make me.” Sehun said as he looked up at him. Kai growled and tangled his fingers into Sehun’s hair and forced the other’s head down. The head of his cock pushed past Sehun’s more than willing lips and he hissed out at how hot and wet his mouth was. The suction started almost immediately and Kai bucked up.
“Fuck baby. That’s it. Just like that.” he panted. Sehun’s mouth worked over his throbbing length, licking at the underside while sucking quickly. Sehun took more and more of the hard flesh into his mouth, cheeks hollowing out. The suction became so tight that it had Kai crying out, bucking up quickly into the other’s mouth. “Oh shit! Yes! Fuck you’re gonna make me cum!”
Sehun gave one last suck before pulling up and chuckled. “Not yet hyung.” he whispered. Shifting, he crawled up Kai’s body and kissed him deeply, hips rolling quickly, their cocks rubbing together in heated friction. Sehun could feel his cock twitch against Kai’s as the pleasure coursed through him. He was so hard and so horny. He had been denied all day any sort of pleasure from the others and now, he finally had the one person who always made him feel wonderful; the one person who always understood him. “Jongin….please.”
Kai smiled, hands guiding Sehun's hips up and closer. "What do you want, Sehun?" He asked softly. "Tell me so I can give it to you." Sehun's face flushed deeply and smiled, leaning in for a quick kiss.
"Take me." He whispered over his lips. Kai pressed against Sehun’s lips once more, moaning softly as Sehun moved over him, the head of his cock sliding between the maknae’s cheeks. “I need you.” Sehun whispered as he pulled back, staring down at the other.
“I need you too.” Kai answered, hands moving to grip Sehun’s ass, parting his cheeks as he rubbed the tip of his cock against his hole. He could feel it twitching against his head, a small moan leaving him. He wanted to be inside the other so much. Sehun groaned and lowered himself down on Kai’s cock, a deep moan leaving him as the pleasure spiked through him quickly.
“Shit. Kai.” Sehun whispered. He licked his lips and slowly moved over him, bucking harder and faster, clenching tightly around him. Kai hissed out and bucked up, burying himself deep into Sehun.
“So tight. Fuck.” Kai panted. He stared up at Sehun and smirked, pulling the other down into a deep kiss. Sehun let out a small whine and lifted himself up and slowly lowered himself back down. His hips worked quickly, rolling as he drove Kai deep inside him. He loved the way the other’s cock felt inside him, stroking his walls. It was setting his nerves on fire and he wanted more, so much more.
Tan fingers gripped tightly at Sehun’s hips as Kai slammed up harder and fast. Sehun cried out, his head falling back as Kai’s cock pressed in deep. “Yes! Oh fuck harder!” Sehun shouted in pleasure. Shifting over his lap, Sehun braced himself on Kai’s shoulders and lifted himself before dropping back down. A deep groan left the maknae as Kai’s cock pressed deep inside of him, nudging his prostate.
“That’s it. Bounce baby.” Kai panted. He ran his hands over Sehun’s back, just feeling the other as he rode his cock. The way his muscles flexed and moved, it only turned Kai on even more. Sehun leaned forward and captured Kai’s lips in a deep kiss, tongues colliding together as they explored each other’s mouths. Kai shifted his hips, pressing into Sehun’s prostate head on and the male pulled back, crying out loudly.
“Oh right there! Yes Kai! Fuck!” Sehun panted heavily as he bounced quickly on the other’s cock. Between his bouncing and Kai’s thrusting, Sehun felt like he was on cloud nine. The heat inside him was building so quickly and he knew he was reaching his peak fast. It was the first time in a long time he felt he could cum this quickly. But there was just something about having Kai to himself and knowing the other loved him just fueled his pleasure.
“Ah~!” Sehun cried out as Kai wrapped his hand around his throbbing member, stroking it quickly. Sehun groaned and pleaded as he bounced faster. The double stimulation was just too much, and the moment Kai swiped his thumb over the slit of his cock, he jerked and came hard. His walls tightened around Kai, the other crying out in pleasure.
“Shit! Sehun!” Kai gasped and gripped Sehun’s hips tightly, thrusting up hard into the other. Cries fell from Sehun’s lips as Kai thrusted into him more, helping the other ride out his orgasm. He gave one last hard thrust, pushing himself deep into Sehun and he came hard.
Sehun panted and groaned, slouching forward, arms wrapping around Kai’s neck. “Shit that was good,” he muttered. Kai let out a small chuckle as he wrapped his arms around Sehun’s waist. He fell back on the bed and sighed, shifting around trying to get comfortable.
“Damn it, stop.” Sehun pouted as he slipped off of Kai and laid next to him. He rested his head on Kai’s chest, kicking his feet under the blankets to keep them warm as they snuggled. “Better.”
Kai smiled and reached up, stroking his head gently. “I love you Hunnie.” he whispered. Sehun glanced up at the other and smiled.
“I love you too hyung. Next time, just tell me. Don’t involve the other hyungs.” Sehun muttered, sighing contently as Kai pulled the blankets up and over their spent bodies.
“There won’t be a next time. You’re mine now.” Kai said and pressed a gentle kiss to Sehun’s forehead.
“Damn right I am. Which means no more kissing Taemin.” Sehun huffed. Kai laughed and shook his head.
“Then no more having sex with the other members.” Kai countered. Sehun raised a brow at that and shook his head.
“That I can not do. It’s a maknae’s job to fuck all his members.” Sehun said.
“Your job?” Kai asked.
“Yeah, it’s written in the Maknae Rulebook.” Sehun said with a firm nod. Kai let out a deep laugh and shook his head.
“Well fuck me.” he said.
“Sure.” Sehun said with a grin and Kai rolled his eyes. “How about we work together, tag team them?”
“Well.” Kai said and thought for a moment. “I’ve always wondered what it would be like to have Kris’s cock inside me.” he said. Sehun grinned and hugged him tightly, kissing him deeply.
“Have I told you how much I love you?” Sehun asked.
“No, but now you have.” Kai said and chuckled. “I love you too Sehun.” he said. Sehun smiled and kissed Kai once more before settling back down on his chest.
“Let’s sleep.” Sehun muttered. Fingers ran through Sehun’s hair slowly, lulling him to sleep.
“Okay. Night Hunnie.” Kai whispered, his eyes already drooping.
“Night…..Jongin.” Sehun muttered out, already half asleep. Kai laid there for a few more minutes, listening to Sehun’s soft breathing, before he too drifted off to sleep, both completely unaware of the show they gave to their very much appreciative members.
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Can I Stay? (A Baekhyun Story) Part 13.
Pairing: You x Baekhyun
Rating: M (Mature Content)
Word Count: 9.1K
Warnings: Smut. Unprotected sex. Aftercare. Unhealthily obsessive love, probably pathological. Boundaries? What are those? Park Chanyeol being annoying.
A romance between two adults with an unspecified age difference between them, an English story that uses the word Noona for lack of another word in English that carries the same feeling, if you don’t like this, then don’t read this story.
Tag list: @andimoon @his-mochi-cheeks
Links: Part 1, ….Part 12, Part 13, Part 14
You couldn’t stay in this bed with him. Your resolve was much too shaky for the sticky humidity that was building between the two of you and it was too early to fall asleep. You hadn’t even showered. You didn't have any extra clothes here either and you had a real work day tomorrow.
This whole thing was extremely impractical.
Yet actually getting up and pulling yourself out of his warm arms and actually walking across that large room to somehow find the exit felt like a solo journey on a small sailboat across the ocean. Just stupid to try alone and probably impossible.
Plus you hadn’t yet had a chance to see the whole house. Imagine, an entire room dedicated to a single statue, what kinds of other insane sights were waiting to be seen. It would be such a shame to miss it.
He had kept his hands to himself outside of the tight hug on this bed, and your own body had calmed down enough for some thoughts other than sex to eventually flit into your mind, even if you could feel how very messy and affected you were just from all of that tension and unresolved desire from the car, and frankly just from being this close to this man.
“Okay,” you said after holding your breath for long enough, after distracting your mind for long enough, after coming to terms with the fact that you would not be getting any sort of actual relief today, tomorrow, the day after, or for the rest of the week. It just wasn't happening. Your mind had accepted this and your body would simply have to accept it as well, “show me the bathtub. Let’s take a bath.”
It didn’t sound like he had fallen asleep, but it took him a few moments of quiet breathing to respond.
“Naked?” He said the same thing you’d said when he suggested it earlier, “Isn’t that dangerous?”
“You can lend me some clothes. At least a shirt. We definitely won't have sex.”
You were looking up into his face and he was looking down at you with his wandering brown eyes that floated all over your face.
He lifted a single eyebrow and gave his head a tiny shake.
“Noona, don't take this the wrong way and I love you so fucking much, but I think you might really be crazy.” He lifted a hand and he rubbed it roughly over his face.
A small laugh broke from your chest. Maybe he was right, but you were simply too invested in this charade now. You were too far in denial for much reason to make it through your thoughts.
“You suggested we take a bath earlier.” The accusation came out in a half chuckle and Baekhyun sat up on his arms on the bed beside you.
“Well yeah, that was … before,” he said with his lips pulled into a small wince and his eyebrows pulled down low, “when there was still some hope,” he rolled his eyes upward and his head wiggled back and forth with the little admission, “— you must think I am stronger than I am. I just got it back under control. Are you actually trying to kill me?” He was really going now. The frustrations must be getting to him.
“What kind of shirt,” He had turned his torso, lifted a hand and made a sweeping motion over the length of you, “do you think you can wear in the bath with me?”
“Just give me a long one,” you said with a shrug.
He had closed his eyes and lifted his hand over his face again, only this time he was rubbing his temples with his middle finger and his thumb.
“Oh..just a long one she says, why didn’t I think of that.” He was talking to himself. You pouted your lips at him and his eyes opened and he looked over at your face for a moment. He was pushing himself off the bed. You definitely heard a bit of attitude on his voice now, with the sarcastic responses and the mumbling. He had disappeared behind the glass partition but you were certain you heard him say something about a whole month’s worth of blue balls in one night.
He was gone for a moment and you sat with your legs curled up into your chest on his bed, seriously beginning to question this entire plan. The abstinence thing. Was it really supposed to help with the attraction you felt for each other? Weren’t you already in much too deep with him right here, about to get into the bath together, what difference did the sex make, you’d been touching and kissing and holding each other all night.
Maybe this was just uncessarry torture.
But you’d already taken it this far. He’s already promised to be the strong one. What kind of a spineless asshole would you seem like if you backed out now?
You couldn't keep pushing and pulling him around according to your whims of the moment. It was time for you to just stick with what you had decided, even if no matter how much you thought about it, it was really very stupid for you to genuinely believe that you could fix anything by withholding. If anything, the no sex rule seemed to only make you want him more.
A white flash of fabric flying at you caught you off guard and made you flinch. A soft white cotton shirt landed in your lap.
Baekhyun was standing with his arms on his hips staring at you curled up on his bed.
He lifted his chin, motioning toward the shirt, “Go ahead.” His voice challenged. “Let’s see the magic shirt.”
He knew what you were. You knew what you were. You were a crazy person.
You were wavering. You were wrong. This wasn't something that would simply go away because you didn't give into it. You were sitting here in his home, in his bed with about as high an attraction as you’ve ever felt for any other human being and you suddenly wanted to give up. No amount of abstinence was going to make this go away.
You stood up, holding the shirt in your hands. Baekhyun was standing in the same spot but his arms were crossed over his chest now as he leaned against the wall with his eyes on you.
You could feel an unsteadiness in your limbs and your fingers fumbled with the button of your dress shirt. You got it open and the next three followed. You knew you were wearing the red bra below this shirt and your eyes pulled up into his. You’d half expected him to turn around, or make some effort to avert his eyes as you undressed, but he was frozen, watching as you took the dress shirt off and slipped your hands into the sleeves of this plain white t-shirt.
At least he didn’t get the full view. You managed to remove the bra, the skirt, and your underwear all from beneath this shirt. It was long enough too; the hem fell just mid thigh. It kind of just looked like you wore a comfy sleep shirt that just happened to belong to him and sure, maybe you were completely naked below it, but that didn’t have to mean you were about to have sex with this man in that bathtub.
Baekhyun groaned into his hands. He was covering the bottom of his face with both of them. “I can’t do this,” he whispered. “I said I would be the strong one.” He said with a hopeless laugh erupting from his chest. It was the sound of a man who had given up his sanity. The sound of a man who was doomed.
“I’m — I’m,” He inhaled a deep and trembling breath, placing a flat palm on his chest, “I’m not stronger than this. Why did I bring you home? Why did I put you in my bed and then put you in my shirt?”
His complaints tugged at your heart and the three steps you’d taken in his direction stopped. You had been struggling on your own with the desire but hearing his words a mirror of your own heart’s struggles shed even further light unto just how flawed your shoddy plan had been.
“What if we just stop the stupid plan? Baek, I think I was wrong.” You said suddenly. Baekhyun’s eyes landed on your face up from where his eyes had been roaming down the length of you. His lips that had been hanging open since his earlier complaints pulled closed and he inhaled a breath and turned his head away from you.
“It’s just a week,” you heard him say. His jaw clenched down hard enough for you to see the muscles in his face surge.
“Haven’t we tried it enough already though… hmm?” You felt a single eyebrow lift on your forehead with your small question that made your cheeks burn with the blood that rushed just under your skin. You felt so silly now; vacillating so damn easily in front of him. What must he think of you; his flighty, wishy-washy girlfriend.
“I wasn’t…I wasn’t trying to convince you. I’m just struggling. I’ll get over it. If you’ll forgive me for anything you see me going through in the bath. Just — don’t touch me at all, I really mean that.”
He was moving. He was turning quickly away from where you stood beside his bed wearing nothing but his shirt and he had made his way off, disappearing through a doorway. This must be where the bathroom was.
Your legs carried you and your entire body felt on fire all over again.
You wanted him. You wanted so much that you were beginning to feel desperate for it; every cell in your body ached for him to touch you and watching his back retreating as he walked away from you made you ache for him even more. You wanted to run to him; to tell him you were wrong about all of it; beg him to touch you and to love you. You burned for it.
Maybe the water would extinguish the flames.
The bathroom was well lit, enormous, and lavish with entire separate sections made of floor to ceiling marble. Some closed off rooms had labels. You walked by something that said wet sauna, something else that said dry sauna, all the while as you walked you passed multiple counter spaces with drawers, nooks, shelves, some benches, some chairs. You passed dual showers with multi shower heads in them that had also had several slots in the ceiling that looked like you might just open an entire waterfall onto your head if you pulled the wrong lever. The entire thing was excessive. You couldn't believe he was calling this a bathroom, this was a private spa. It was way too much for one man living alone and you couldn't help but gasp when you turned a corner and the space opened up and there was one wall lined with wall to wall glass windows overlooking a view of a river bank. You’d never seen anything like this and for a moment you felt transfixed by the nighttime beauty. You hadn’t even known this house sat on the river and that there was so very much of this property that was untouched by the chaos of the busy smashed together buildings of this big city.
You could hear the rush of water running somewhere beyond this room you were standing in. You were almost afraid to take a step into the room with the bathtub, but your curiosity was burning you from the inside as you followed the sound.
You’d caught sight of his back. You had made it through that maze of countertops and vanities, past all of the showers and you had taken in all you could stand of the breathtaking view, your journey must have taken a bit longer than you realized because you caught sight of the back of the man. He was seated facing away from you, already inside the tub. There was clearly plenty of space for you to sit opposite of him and you didn’t even really have to touch him if you didn’t want to. Your first steps into this room where the large bathtub sat in the center was surrounded by more marble and you were hardly even surprised by the sliding glass door that led to some sort of outdoor pool that seemed to disappear over the edge of the horizon. You saw the heap of his clothing and while you could clearly see the clear skin of his back which told you that no, he wasn’t taking a bath in clothes like you were, another step closer to the clothes pile told you that he was completely naked in there. A pair of underwear sat on the very top.
You felt silly now, desperately clinging to this white shirt as if the act of taking a bath with your assistant in itself wasn’t just as incriminating as anything else you both have done together. As if you could somehow overpower the incredible desire with white cotton.
Your stupid plan had been such a weak attempt at controlling your emotions, and you had been such a failure at it too. It was a flimsy grasp at finding something to blame for this. As if the sex wasn’t just a symptom of a deeper thing that was happening inside of you. You wanted him. You felt so desperate for him that it was painful. You wanted all of him and you wanted so much from him that you struggled to define this feeling of deep, all consuming want that had taken over your once rational mind.
Whatever it was, it was more than desire. It was even more than love. It was coursing through your veins as if your blood cells had been infected; as if the bits that made up the cells in your body; the spaces in between the atoms of the matter that composed you were pulled, and ripped, and magnetized by him.
You wanted to consume him like a drug. You wanted him to flow through your veins into your brain and make you high and you wanted him again and again.
You rounded the tub. The water was crystal clear straight through to the bottom of the white porcelain. You could tell the water was warm with the light steam wafting up. Baekhyun sat with his arms over the sides of the tub, making no attempts to hide any bit of himself from you; his head turned and his eyes followed where you moved until you had stepped up and pointed a toe into the water as you quietly entered the tub, sitting on the opposite side. He had the view of the infinity pool and the nighttime city scape beyond the winding river’s edge behind your shoulders but you had arguably the better deal with his beauty in front of you.
The water rose and rippled as you stepped in and while there was plenty of room in this deluxe sized tub for two, you still crossed your legs, making yourself small enough so you didn't have to touch him too much. He’d warned you earlier that you probably should not. Still, your skin burned for it.
The water was very warm. It soaked quickly into the shirt and rivaled the heat that was already all over your skin. The cotton of the shirt floated around your skin and you allowed your body to sink below the water, closing your eyes and releasing the tension in your shoulders with a tiny moan as you let yourself sink. This was the biggest bathtub you’d ever seen and when you sunk so much that the water moved over your head and soaked the top of your head you felt the undeniable warmth of human flesh below your crossed legs. You quickly pushed yourself up and back over to your side of the tub; wiping the water from your face with your hands you looked across the surface of the ripples into his face.
Baekhyun watched you without saying a word. You’d noticed his hair was dry and a glance around didn’t give you any signs of any such things as soap or shampoo.
“Do you have any soap?”
Baekhyun’s focus was shaky. And after a few breaths he shook his head and inhaled while pointing a slim finger toward one of the cabinets on a wall.
“There should be some in there. I forgot it. I’m not exactly in my right mind.”
Your eyes followed where he pointed and then you looked down over the length of your body in the now soaked and rather transparent white t-shirt.
When your eyes found him again he was watching your face with that same shaky focus; a hand lifted up as he touched his fingertips lightly over his pouting pink lips.
“Do you want me to get it or are you going to get it?”
You shook your head lightly. Whose self control was to be tested more at this moment? You pushed with your feet, instantly feeling the wet fabric cling to your body as you stood up. You’ve been around this earth long enough to know that this shirt, while it gave the illusion of cover while dry, was now nothing more than sheer silk draped over you like a marble statue of your bare body.
His eyes were wild and he bit down hard on his finger with his white teeth as he took from what you gave him.
It all felt lost. All of the resistance and denial had been fruitless.
You stepped out of the tub and walked a wet path to the cabinet he had pointed to. Inside you found an assortment of high end shampoos and soaps. You blindly grabbed at them. You weren’t familiar with any of these brands.
When you returned, you’d placed all of the bottles on the floor beside the tub. His hands tightly gripped the sides of the porcelain and he watched you with vividly desperate eyes. He seemed to be breathing much too hard for someone who was supposed to be relaxing in a warm bath.
You felt done. You no longer wanted to play this stupid game anymore. Your fingertips found the hem of the wet tshirt and you gripped and pulled it up; struggling a bit as it clung to your skin and when you’d finally pulled it over your head it dropped with a heavy plop down at your feet.
Baekhyun closed his eyes and his head rolled back. He ran his hand over the length of his face and you heard a low sound escape from deep within his chest cavity.
“Can I come back inside with you like this?”
He rubbed his face roughly and you heard a sharp intake of breath. Through the clear water you could see just how affected he was. He was tense all over and just as aroused as you were; only his arousal you could see.
“The second you touch me, it’s over,” he whispered through gritted teeth. His fingers flexed out in your direction and then he stopped, closing his hand and making a tight fist as he shook his head back and forth. He was still breathing too hard and the longer you stood here outside of the water the more your skin cooled and prickled. You felt the goosebumps run down your spine; your skin tightened and your nipples hardened.
“I am making myself as clear as I possibly can,” he was speaking with his eyes open wide on you, “the second you touch me, I am done being the strong one.”
“I’ll let you use me. I want you to. If you want to fuck me then I’m going to let you,” his words came out through labored breaths, “because I can’t — I can’t be that strong.”
You had already made your decision; long before you’d first joined him in this bathtub, you’d lost this battle long ago. The best you could manage was a shrug. The best you could offer was a step into the warm water in the center of the tub. You could feel his eyes like a burning flame warming every bit of your skin and you made no attempts to avoid his skin as you moved inside the water.
Shamelessly you moved closer to him. He was watching you with his teeth biting down on his bottom lip. You reached a hand down for a bottle of shampoo, and as you did it, you slipped even closer to where he sat on the far edge.
“Do you want me to wash your hair?”
Baekhyun’s lips were frozen shut. He did not answer your question but his eyes narrowed and he watched as you moved even closer to him. It only took one hand on his shoulder — only took your feather light fingertips connecting to the warm flushed skin of his chest and his hands moved off the tub and he surged into you in one fluid motion.
A plastic shampoo bottle clattered to the floor. A big wave of water sloshed over the edge of the tub when he leaned forward and wrapped both arms tightly around your waist and he pulled you into him. Your legs bent at the knees and you found yourself firmly pulled onto his lap. You felt the connection with him there. Thank god the water had washed away some of the substantial wetness between your legs because the desire you felt for him was embarrassingly obvious. Still with your legs parted so and his hardness pressing against you he slipped around within your mess so easily.
His face was angled as he looked up at you. Your arms wrapped around his shoulders and his palms ran down from your waist to your thighs, digging hard into your skin below the water. You felt tinges of it, that desperation that was surging through your veins. You wanted him. It didn’t feel like enough to kiss him. You did it anyway. It didn’t feel quite enough to inhale your air directly from his parted lips. You wanted more. You needed him inside of you. It was a craving that took over your every thought. An obsession that shook you..
You lifted your hips; his hands dug harder into your skin until you felt pain where each of his fingertips sunk in deep enough to bruise. Your hand slipped into the water into the space between your bodies and you felt the firmness of him. You wrapped your fingers around him. He was so hard. He whined into your lips and he trembled and shook when touched him.
You felt desperate when you guided him into you and you sank down slowly, taking him inside — relishing in the tightness with which his arms held onto you as you did it. And then you were inundated. Your eyes were greedy even if the sensations of him filling you made your eyelids heavy, you had to look at him; you needed to see his face.
His eyes were closed so tight and his mouth hung open. He had stopped breathing when you took him in fully. He held his breath and he was frozen in stunning beauty.
You had to touch him. With your fingertips you touched his soft face; you traced the outline of the spray of eyelashes below his closed eye; brushed the tip of your index finger over his eyebrow; then down the bridge of his nose and oh his lips…his pretty pink lips that gave just below your touch, lips pursed into your touch and parted and his soft wet tongue that peeked out; his straight white teeth that nibbled. You felt all of him with fingertips first, with your lips next and you had to tell him — you had to tell him just how desperate you had been.
“I needed you, my baby,” you whispered into his ear; a breath hitched inside your throat causing a stutter in your words. He heard you though. A whining sound came from the back of his throat when you said it.
That heightened desperation you felt tightened all of your muscles around him and your fingers dug hard into the smooth skin on his back and with your other hand you threaded fingers through his hair, raking your fingernails along his scalp as you gasped in another breath to speak again, “I couldn’t stand it. I was wrong before. I need you inside of me like this. I’d rather die than be apart from you. I only need you.”
The addiction had taken your mind and made you ungovernable. It had compelled your tongue and pushed these dangerous words deep into his ears and you could see the effects of them all over him. His breaths puffed out in languished bursts; he was all tension throughout his body and although he tried, he couldn’t keep his eyes open on you as you moved over him.
He felt so good to have inside of you but he sounded even better. His barely contained mewls and grunts, the unsteady whines and deep and throaty moans that came from him must be what heaven sounded like.
You watched his pretty face up close. His eyelids fluttered and the soft pink hue in his cheeks and soft lips illuminated his beauty. He licked his lips. He breathed with his mouth open and his soft wet tongue caught in between his white teeth. He bit down on his lip and his rough breaths huffed out of his nose in short bursts. He was trembling. He was shaking with each labored breath. The occasional glances of his pretty eyes on your face, his focus was being forcefully taken by the feeling of you and he tried to fight it. He tried to keep his eyes open but try as he might, they rolled back, they drifted closed — again and again. You recognized that he was struggling for control of himself, but oh, the way he slipped, the way he backslid, the way he was lost — only because of you — he succumbed.
You craved this. His weakness was you. You and the things you did to him.
“Tell me again,” his quiet kisses coaxed and his tongue slipped along the wet skin of your breast, up your neck where his mouth begged with his quiet plea, “please, say it again to me.”
You wanted him carved into your skin.
You wanted his fire to ignite your bones and burn you to ash.
You wanted him forever.
You were trembling; this love had you vibrating all over.
“I only need you,” you whispered into his open mouth that pulled into a smile, “just you, my love.” He was shaking with you and his breathing was changing. A sharp inhale — short stuttering exhales. You could feel him when he pushed his heat inside of you and the bursts of warmth filled you and spilled over your edges. You overflowed with him.
Elusive breaths were chased and you still clung to him; feeling much colder on your back and shoulders as you caught your breath at last. It seemed this water had lost its warmth; as long as you both had been here. You could make out the cloudiness that had once been this crystal clear bath water below your bodies and of course the sex was to blame.
You’d both been so very bad at keeping away from each other that you let out a kind of hopeless laugh that pulled his eyes open to look into your face.
“We didn’t even last the whole day,” you lifted a palm to lay over your mouth and you giggled, ignoring the way he hissed when he felt your laughter from the inside. The mess did not matter here. Everything would wash away.
You were being moved; being pulled, wet and naked and on wobbling legs through the vast bathroom to a shower with the echoing sounds of a bathtub draining behind you. You flinched when he pulled you in and closed the shower door and just pulled on a handle that began a gentle stream of water that ran over both of your heads from the ceiling. The water was warm. You’d expected it to be cold at first but the water here came out already at the perfect temperature and it came from all over the slotted ceiling above you.
This place was magic. Nearly as magical as the man who was bubbling up a loofah and closing in on you with it so he could rub the scented bubbles all over your body for you. You’d cleaned up with him after sex at your place before so you’d expected that maybe he would hand you the soap or hand you the shampoo to use, but today felt strangely different. Today his hands were involved. Today he was slipping his soap covered palms over the surfaces of your skin himself and when you turned around and closed your eyes, you leaned your head back into his shoulder simply soaking in the achingly intimate glide of his slow-traveling hands over your shoulders; over your breasts; over your belly and when he moved his hands between your legs washing away all traces of him that had filled you in the bath earlier you inhaled the smallest shuttering gasp for air. You’d never been treated with such tenderness in your entire life and the gentle touches of his fingertips made that same ache rise up inside of your chest, giving your once steady and easy breathing a new challenge.
You were struggling to explain this feeling that surged inside of you. Once again, it felt like so much more than something that could be described with like short four letter words like want or need or even love.
Those words weren't enough for this. This was unnamed and unexplored; uncharted and unknown.
The first time he spoke again was after the shower. Long after drying you off with thick fluffy towels and wrapping you up in an oversized bathrobe that matched the one he wrapped himself in.
“You’ll stay with me tonight?” You ran fingers through his wet hair over his forehead and his brown eyes opened when he asked the question.
You didn’t have anything here. You had no makeup for tomorrow, no clean clothes to wear to work. He probably had a toothbrush and you could sleep without clothes if you had to, but what about underwear? Your head ticked to the side and you looked into his face with a small frown on your lips.
“And work tomorrow?”
His tongue moved around inside of his mouth; you saw the movement in his jaw and he pulled his lips inward, lightly biting down before releasing them with a small pout. He wasn’t speaking and his eyes weren’t holding yours with as much commitment as he usually held them with and you knew this man by now to know he was working up to something.
When his eyes narrowed and he looked off somewhere beyond you with his lips pulling tight as he did it, you knew something was up.
“Uhh,” he said. His gaze bounced to your expecting face lightly before he looked away again and bit down on his lips once more.
“Baekhyun?”
“Uhh — okay, don't freak out.” His head dipped. He lifted a hand and rubbed over his closed eyes with his ring finger and inhaled a breath through his nose.
“So—” you heard him clear his throat and he had taken a small step back and away from you. His eyes, when they opened again he was again looking over your head, in some direction behind you. You were halfway through the enormous bathroom near his closet. The closet itself was like its own enormous room. These tiny words were so inadequate in describing this place of his.
“—so…I might have gotten you some things already…” he had a wince on his face. His hands had traveled down the length of your arms and he was gripping your wrists with his fingers.
You couldn't be sure that it wasn’t to keep you from running away.
He was talking again. So many more words were tumbling out, “…not that I expected you to come or to stay here…I mean—”
“But, why not though? I mean, stay over at your place all the time, right? And — and you gave me a toothbrush and I have left a few things there for when I stay over there, so this — like — makes perfect sense if you really think about it — please, don't freak out,”
He was pulling you around in a circle, leading you into the closet. He opened up one of the cabinet doors and there on the shelves you noticed several items, identical to those that you used at home, all brand new. You saw your toothpaste, deodorant, makeup in exact shades and colors. He even got the same eyeliner and mascara that you used every day for work. As you began looking further you noticed packages of the same style and size panties and socks you wore, some bras too in your size. Even make up removal wipes were identical; the hair ties and hair brush, styling tools still in their retail boxes. It looked like the contents of your bathroom had been transported here to this cabinet.
“ — but I kinda sorta looked around at the things you use and I bought those same things for here. I mean, just-just in case you wanted to stay over…you can stay.” He was leaning against the frame of the open cabinet door, looking down at your lips as he spoke his many, many words to you explaining this entire cabinet he kept in this home dedicated only to you.
“I hadn’t really intended to get so much, but once I got started I couldn't stop — oh my god, I sound super insane. Oh please don't freak out. I’m worried you’re about to freak out.”
In the drawers below you found even more new stuff. Once you got started looking, your hands reached for the next; pulling it open to find that this seemed to go so much deeper than just one cabinet.
There were things you didn’t own at home but were very obviously intended for you to wear here. Some pajamas. Some comfy pants, sweaters, shorts, and shirts. All of the seasons seemed to be covered. Your fingers were itchy with curiosity and when you opened the sliding closet door beside this cupboard you saw even more clothing; new items with tags still on them. He made a noise, a sudden squeak when you had opened this closet door as if he hadn’t intended for you to get to this part yet.
There were few professional outfits that were just your style and size but definitely not within your price range. You recognized some of these brands from high end fashion magazines. Even more things were tucked into the bottom of this closet. You could see boxes of expensive shoes that you could never afford. There were luxury handbags too that had to be worth thousands upon thousands of dollars. Louis Vuitton, Hermès, Burberry, Versace, Chanel, Gucci, the variety was as insane as the price tags had to have been.
Beside you, Baekhyun was making a groaning sound from deep within his gut.
“Oh my god,” he whispered to himself before he started speaking again. The words came out so much slower now than the rapid word-vomit he was releasing a few seconds ago.
“Okay so…those—” he inhaled and exhaled through his mouth as he pointed a shaking finger down at the spread of brands and logos.
His face scrunched up into a wince, “��those are just…gifts?”
The last word came out as a question. Even he couldn't believe he had done this now that he was saying it outloud. His fingers had begun frantically pushing at the closet door; closing it back up as he tried his best to hide this very odd truth that you had just discovered about him; your ridiculous and over-the-top boyfriend.
You were pretty sure you had seen a tv show like this. An all-powerful and much feared supervillain had fallen in love with a weak and powerless woman; kidnapped her and locked her up inside his tower giving her everything she could ever want or dream of and tried his best to keep her forever; a prisoner, trapped by his side.
“Baekhyun,” you said as softly as you could, “…baby?” You added sweetly with just enough brevity in your voice to let him know that you weren’t upset about this; but you did also thoroughly and completely recognize the ridiculousness of this entire situation, “Have I been kidnapped? Tell me the truth.”
His laughter came out in a quick snort, and he inhaled and covered his mouth with his hand as he tried to stifle the laughter that shook his chest. You were reaching into the drawers, grabbing the short and comfy sleep shorts you found there and the matching sleep top, grabbing a pair of panties and a comfortable bra from the stack of new items and you began removing tags from everything so you could put them on.
“You maniac! Is that door out there locked? Is there any way for me to get out of here? I’m trapped here aren't I? Wait a minute…you didn’t slip something like a marriage license into the stack of work papers I signed at work today, did you?” You had a smile on your face as you said it all and he was shaking his head with eyes closed and an audible hopelessness in his giggles. His face was pink and you heard him reining it in so he could inhale a breath and explain himself.
His hands were up defensively; his long fingers waved in front of him as he shook his head.
“You aren’t trapped. You are free to leave. I’ll take you home right now if you want, or you can just walk out and take a taxi. And I promise we aren’t married yet.”
When he stopped speaking he did so abruptly and the light smile on his face flattened out as you stared at his face, unable to contain the look of surprise he must have seen there.
Yet.
Yet?
It was that word at the end that had you so completely thrown for a loop. You had not expected to hear that word and having it come out so very casually from his lips, admittedly had you feeling quite taken aback. You felt frozen by it and something about Baekhyun having said it himself seemed to have had a similar effect on him as well.
He cleared his throat and closed his eyes and inhaled a breath that trembled on the way in, “I mean we aren’t married.” His eyes were still closed and you saw his lips form a silent curse word that he mouthed under his breath but did not say out loud.
You know that if he had said it, he had been thinking it at some point. You knew sometimes deep down inside the back of your head at your sleepiness and most vulnerable moments you had also considered what a life as Mrs. Byun Baekhyun might be like. But you were more of a realist than to allow your silly lovestruck mind to dwell on such things with careless and wanton abandon.
“What else is there?” Your question came out as a quiet curiosity more than any sort of accusation. “I know there must be more. Just show me now while we are doing this.”
His eyes were on you and he took one step backward as his hand lifted and he pulled the next sliding closet door open.
“Listen,” he began. It sounded like he had lost something. “I know, more than anyone else, I know that there is something wrong with me when it comes to you. I feel sick inside sometimes. Every single one of my waking thoughts is consumed by you. Sleeping doesn’t help either because you are there, every single time, so I wake up and I think of you instead of sleep.”
This closet had an evening gown. It was easily the most beautiful garment you had ever seen in person with your own two eyes.
“I have almost zero self control if it’s about you. I know…I know, shouldn’t, but goddammit,” he opened a small door inside the closet beside the dress and pulled out a flat sliding drawer, pushed a button that illuminated some lighting that brought out the fire of a thousand sparkling stones from the pieces of jewelry that lay inside this drawer. It was dazzling. It was extravagant. It took what was left of the breath you had in your lungs.
“What is this dress even for? And the jewelry? Baek—”
He shook his head back and forth, turned the overhead lighting off with a click and he closed up the drawers and closets.
“I know what you’ll say. Baekhyun,” his name came from his own lips with his eyes flipped up and a silly lift in his voice. This was his impression of what you sounded like. For the record, it sounded nothing like you. “Return it all. Go to therapy.”
You weren’t going to say that. Still, as long as he knew he was crossing all sorts of boundaries with his wild and unrestricted behavior that was plenty. As long as he knew that you neither expected any of this, or needed it, that was enough for you.
“I don't need stuff. It’s all very beautiful and you are incredibly insightful and every single thing you have picked with me in mind is gorgeous and perfect and amazing.”
“But it’s not what I need.” You emphasized the last thing again, just to make it clear in his heart. “I only need you. Just you.”
You reached for his hand and wrapped your fingers around his palm, giving him a good shake for emphasis. His brown eyes watched your face and a tiny smile grew on his lips. You leaned into him and kissed his pretty lips and he kissed you back; squeezing his fingertips around your hand as he did it.
“And maybe these underwear,” you said after you pulled back from his mouth; lifting your other hand, waving the panties with a smile and absolutely delighting in the way his own gorgeous smile grew wider on his face.
“But don't buy anything else. I’m serious. I don't need anything. Whatever you have ordered, or whatever is still coming, cancel it. It’s all too much.”
“Now, come on,” you said after pulling on enough clothing to make you feel like you were finally ready to leave this bathroom, “give me a tour of your house so I know how to find the exit. I cannot believe I’ve been kidnapped by such a crazy and sexy man. How ever will I escape?”
“Ahhh…Noona,” he whined through a nasally laugh and he was quickly pulling on a plain shirt and sweatpants onto his body as he followed your journey through his home. “You’re staying the night, right?”
His question echoed out behind you and you laughed at how hopeful he sounded. Of course you would. You had everything you needed right here; mostly this man.
“Right?” He was saying again as he reached for your hand and pulled you in the direction of the kitchen, which you remembered from when you both walked over here.
“Just tonight,” you said, “if I stay here too long I might forget what freedom tastes like.”
His steps paused their forward motion and he spun to look back at you, pulling hard on your hand, making your steps stumble and you collided into his chest. His hands were around your waist and your feet left the ground as you were lifted when he tightened his hold around you.
“Just don't forget what I taste like when you’re away from me,” his whisper was hot against your surprised lips seconds before his mouth opened up, pulling your bottom lip deep within his own mouth he kissed you deeply right here in this long hallway of this enormous home until you had to pull away from him to gasp for air. You had been backed against the wall and a sound caught your ears and pulled your focus somewhere further down the hallway closer to the kitchen area where you both had been headed.
It was almost as if you heard a throat clearing and you gasped out in surprise with the horrific thought that someone else besides the two of you might be inside this home right now. You were tapping him lightly on his shoulder and he pulled his face up from where his lips had been nipping along your neck to see what the urgency might be.
“I heard something, is someone else here?” His eyes looked into yours and he lifted his eyebrows with a shrug that didn’t have nearly enough alarm in it for your liking.
“Someone cleared their throat.” His eyes widened and his mouth opened knowingly.
“Ah,” he mouthed quietly in response to you.
Ah? Ah??
“Yes?” He said louder, angling his voice toward where you were certain the sound had come from.
A person. A real life human being; a whole-ass adult fucking person slowly emerged from around a corner with their head hung low. They were bent at the waist and had a genuine apology evident on their voice.
You gasped out in shock. You could feel your heart racing inside of your throat.
“Baekhyun, what the f— someone was here? The whole time we were — The whole time?” You could hear the panic in your voice as you confirmed what you suspected the second you heard his casual response. Your breathing was too fast and you felt frantic with this revelation. But Baekhyun, he wasn’t at all surprised to see this person standing in his home. It took all you had in you not to turn around and hide your face. You felt like your entire head was burning with embarrassment. You had just been making out like a couple of kids in love in this hallway, fully believing you both to be completely and utterly alone and there had been someone here in this home the entire time?
It was a man. He was dressed in a suit. Despite your utter shock to see him standing there, he did not in any way look out of place. In fact, he looked like he belonged there just as much as the elaborate furniture you had passed in the sitting room belonged in this fancy-ass home. He kept his eyes down on the floor the entire time he was addressing Baekhyun.
“Mr. Byun, My deepest apologies for the interruption, Sir. You have a visitor. Mr. Park Chanyeol. He insists. I did tell him you were occupied. Please Madam, accept my most sincere apologies,” The strange man lifted a hand to his chest and bowed a regretful face in your direction before he turned back to Baekhyun to speak again, “Mr. Park says it is an emergency and you were not answering your phone.”
He nodded his head once to the man who bowed his head and turned on his heels. Baekhyun’s hands ran over the empty pockets of his sweatpants, “Oh, I don't even know where my phone is,” he mumbled to himself.
“Baby, can you give me just a minute? You can wait for me in the kitchen and we can have some snacks while we do the tour,” he grinned and scrunched up his nose with a little head shake.
You had to admit, you were curious about what kind of non-work related emergencies Baekhyun had to deal with in his personal life, but your heart had eventually settled down, the butler, or whoever that man was had vanished like he never existed in the first place, and so you simply nodded your head; tamping down your curiosity enough to follow him into the kitchen.
“Mimi sent us some strawberries,” he whispered, “I saw her packing them.”
A booming voice echoed throughout the long hallway that you knew led toward the front doorway. You remembered the large atrium where the entryway had been and the owner of the voice seemed to be taking full advantage of the acoustics there.
“Hey Baek!” The voice boomed. Beside you, Baekhyun’s face changed. He inhaled a long breath and closed his eyes up tight with a small groan escaping from the back of his throat. “Byun Baekhyun! Why aren’t you answering your phone?!”
“I’ll be right back.” He was gone so quickly and from the sound of the voice, Baekhyun’s visitor was making his way closer to where you both stood in this kitchen.
Your curiosity was about as high as you could stand, but still you forced yourself to focus on your task at hand. Finding Mimi’s strawberries in this fridge.
You pulled out the bundles that you had helped carry inside and began untying and unwrapping things. Baekhyun must have intercepted his visitor by now and you could make out occasional words of what they were speaking about to each other. They weren’t that far away, or maybe Mr. Park’s voice was just that loud.
You could, though, hear Baekhyun’s abrupt question to the man.
“Dude. What the hell? I thought you were in Malta for another month,” Baekhyun asked. Judging from his tone, this was not a business meeting. This man was a close enough friend for him to have knowledge of the man’s schedule and to be questioning any deviations from that known schedule. Plus he clearly had called the man dude. This was his friend. You pulled the box of strawberries carefully out of the bundle and placed it quietly on the marble countertop.
“Why aren’t you answering your phone? I’ve been calling you all night.”
“I’ve been busy.”
“Bullshit. Busy with what.”
Baekhyun’s answer was spoken too quietly for you to make it out and you took a step closer to the hallway and angled your head.
You heard the low timber of the other man’s booming voice as he let out a belly laugh; clearly highly amused at whatever Baekhyun had said to him.
“Chanyeol, shut the fuck up. Lower your voice.” It was whispered harshly in that familiar voice of your boyfriend.
“No way. No fucking way. You liar. You’re so full of shit.” The loud man was laughing and made no attempts to be quieter. You were weirdly thankful that the man was so loud because you really wanted to hear what they were talking about.
“Hey, seriously though. Let me stay here for the rest of the month.”
“No.”
“What? Why?”
“Go to a hotel.”
“Don't tell me…do you have a girl over? Baekhyun you asshole, do you have a girl over right now?”
“I’ll pay for your hotel for a month. Just shut up and leave. Just go. Here, take it.” You pictured Baekhyun handing his friend a black credit card and you wished you could just look at them both instead of having to imagine what was happening in that hallway.
“Oh my god. You do. You slut.”
“Wait a minute, but if you have someone over now, what happened to the other one?”
“Chanyeol,” Baekhyun’s voice came out low and menacing, “don't.”
“What about that Noona; the manager; the love of your life; the only one for you; the one you are going to marry? What about my future sister in law and the future mother of your children? Baekhyun, don't tell me you were rejected.”
You weren't sure what had possessed you or had actually moved your feet, but you found yourself standing right beside the long hallway and when you simply could not stand it any more you peeked your head around the corner just enough for your eyes to see the two man having this very loud discussion that was clearly about you; Baekhyun’s Noona; Baekhyun’s Manager; the love of his life; amongst other things he had clearly proclaimed to his noisy and very tall busy-bodied friend Chanyeol.
Baekhyun was standing with one hand on his forehead, another on his waist, his head angled down with his eyes closed. Based on his body language he looked very done with the tall man standing in front of him who’s laugh had taken hold of his whole body as he bent at the waist and guffawed loudly enough for every single soul in this entire house to be able to hear him.
You caught hold of Baekhyun’s eyes and you saw him throw his head back in defeat as he inhaled a deep breath. He lifted a single hand about waist level and held it with his palm up in your direction.
“Hello,” you called out into the space the two men occupied and you lifted a friendly hand to wave in their direction. The tall man’s laughter stopped immediately, he straightened his spine, dropped his chin as he bit down on his lips and turned nearly completely pink right before your eyes. “Hi, I’m the Manager Noona.”
“Oh my god, she’s real,” you heard him whisper to Baekhyun who wasn’t at all looking at his friend but rather had his eyes focused on the wall directly in front of him without any traces of amusement anywhere on his face at all. Chanyeol was smiling wide at you and he was taking a few steps in your direction with his waist bent and his hand outstretched as he closed the distance.
You heard a listless and defeated introduction from your boyfriend.
“Chanyeol, this is my girlfriend.”
“Noona, this is my dumbass best friend, Chanyeol.”
[To be Continued]
Links: Part 1, ….. Part 12, Part 13, Part 14
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The Ultimate Party Planner/Partner
Pairing: chanyeol x gn reader
Genre: fluff, established relationship, shared birthday.
Warnings: none (but if you find anything, please let me know)
Summary: As you two share your birthday, Chanyeol and you make a playful bet—who can throw the best party for the other? With the help of the EXO crew, the competition is on. But as your care for one another makes your relationship reach new heights, you prove some bonds are stronger than any challenge.
Word count: 8,8K+
A/N: Ah it feels a tiny bit overwhelming to have posted this fic too late, but as I was saying… my life is a little chaotic right now with so many events and projects coming. I also couldn’t shorten the story so I had to keep writing until it felt right, and here it is now. But I’m so happy with the result, so yay! I had so much fun writing it. Happy (late) birthday Chanyeol!
Divider credit to @k1ssyoursister
MASTERLIST | MOODBOARD
Chanyeol was easily lost in thought whenever you laughed. Your smile and laugh only brighten his days, lifting his spirits like a sunny morning after days of unstoppable rain. He had tried to deduce why so many times now, but it was hard to define. All he knew was that he wanted to witness it and be the cause of it as much as possible.
A voice called his name, sadly breaking his daydreaming about you. The voice came from Baekhyun; he had that signature smirk that usually meant he would drag him into some sort of mischief. “Earth to Yeol, come in, Yeol!” Baekhyun chuckled, snapping his fingers in front of Chanyeol’s face. “You back? Back me up, please, huh?”
“No, don’t!” Your voice pulled him in, and he smiled back at you.
“What’s going on? Should I back you up?” he asked you, making Baekhyun groan.
“You’re lost, Chanyeol-ah! If you back Y/N up, you’ll lose.”
You laughed again, and he was almost hypnotized, but Baekhyun looped an arm around his shoulders. “It’s true!” he exclaimed at you. “Don’t be cheeky, Y/N! He planned the best party of the year, right, Chanyeol-ah? I know that ‘cause it was mine.”
Chanyeol blinked in confusion; your laughter was still ringing in his ears, the melodic sound echoing in his mind. “Best party this year?” He wondered what the two of you could be talking about.
“I’m just saying, Jongdae’s party was so good that people still talk about it. I get calls from your friends asking for the DJ’s number and where to get the cake I bought for the party, and the venue has had a boost in bookings.”
Baekhyun almost accepted his defeat as Chanyeol became lost in you; he rolled his eyes dramatically and groaned loudly beside him. “Please, Yeol, I know you’re hopeless when it comes to Y/N, but try to keep up.” He smacked Chanyeol’s back, making him huff in pain.
“As I was saying,” Baekhyun continued, shooting you a playful glare. “I was telling Y/N here that you are the best party planner I know, but then this cheeky one here is claiming the title.”
“I can do better; I have done better, as stated earlier,” you kept teasing.
Chanyeol’s brow furrowed as the pieces slowly came together. Baekhyun was right in advocating for him, but you were only challenging the both of them. His competitive spark ignited as the cheeky grin on your lovely lips heightened his devious mind.
“Is that so?” He addressed you directly now, his eyes full of amusement, matching your cheekiness. He shifted in his seat, already plotting the best bet for you. “Jongdae’s party was legendary; I give you that. You helped enhance it a lot, but if you think you can outdo me, you’ll have to prove it,” he taunted with a mischievous wink.
You offered a daring smile; this bet was on. You would never back down from a challenge, and it intrigued you to know what he was plotting in his mind.
“Whose birthday is next?” Chanyeol asked Baekhyun, still holding your gaze.
Baekhyun attempted to check his calendar, but he quickly deduced the answer. “Yours, both of you,” he revealed. Baekhyun was enjoying it too much; at least his friends weren’t too cheesy about their budding relationship, and he could have fun with them.
“Oh, what a coincidence!” Chanyeol exclaimed, tilting his head to the side.
A knowing smile spread across your lips as comprehension dawned. "Double coincidence," you agreed, breaking eye contact shyly. Chanyeol found the action unbearably cute and almost faltered along with you.
Before you could give everything away, you looked at Baekhyun. "You might end up calling me to plan your party next year after all," you teased, confidence undimmed.
Baekhyun laughed heartily at your bold statement. "This is going to be good,” he said as he started drumming his fingers on the table. "May the best party planner—and partner—win!"
Just then, the doorbell rang, making you all jump in surprise. All of you almost forgot you were expecting Jongdae to arrive. Baekhyun jumped from his seat. “Right, my house, I’ll go get that.” He strode off down the hall, leaving you two at the table amidst excited chatter over the party competition.
“Are you ready to lose, hotshot?” you exclaimed as you looked back into Chanyeol’s piercing look. “Wait till you see what I’ve got up my sleeve.”
“I know you better than anyone; prepare to have your mind blown away.” Chanyeol grinned, excitement buzzing through him at the challenge before them. But more than that, he has a chance to impress you—to see that beautiful smile light up for him. This was a challenge he fully intended to win.
A comfortable silence fell as you both speculated on each other's potential plans, sizing one another up. You'd always loved this competitive side of Chanyeol, this fiery spirit that refused to back down. It only made defeating him all the sweeter.
Soon enough, Baekhyun returned with Jongdae in tow, interrupting your stare-off. "Alright, lovebirds, break it up. Dae, you're just in time,” he playfully raised his eyebrows, creating anticipation.
“Why? What’s going on? Why are these two looking like they could set each other on fire?”
“They’re planning each other’s birthday party as a challenge.” As Baekhyun quickly filled Jongdae in, you shared a secret smile with Chanyeol, amused by the situation you got yourselves into because of both of your competitive natures.
“Another challenge?” Jongdae asked. “Weren’t you two challenging each other on Overwatch a couple of weeks ago?”
The two of you laughed, reminiscing about your late nights playing at his house. “I won!” Chanyeol exclaimed, punching the air.
“I’ll need a rematch soon, though,” you requested, smiling at Chanyeol and reaching for his hand.
“These two live for a challenge; just look at them. This is going to be epic.” Baekhyun nudged Jongdae.
“What is the prize?” Jongdae asked an interesting question, causing both of you to look at each other curiously.
Baekhyun was faster than you with his answer. “Bragging rights as the ultimate party mastermind?” he suggested.
Jongdae let out a low whistle. “High stakes. I can’t wait to see how this plays out.” He looked at Chanyeol. “You’d better bring your A-game. Y/N’s a fierce competitor.”
Chanyeol chuckled and squeezed your hand. “Oh, don’t you worry, I know this one like the back of my hand.” Turning to Jongdae and Baekhyun, he said, “alright, gentlemen, I’m gonna need all the help I can get if I want to truly wow our Y/N here. Who’s with me?”
“What?” You exclaimed. “Help?”
“Okay, fair play. I think we could raise the stakes even more. What do you say we open it up for the rest of the gang, have them choose sides?”
“Chanyeol,” you said too quickly before you comprehended his request. “Wait… I like how that sounds.”
Chanyeol chuckled at your flustered reaction, loving how easily he could rile you up without trying. Opening the competition up to the members was surely going to make it even more entertaining.
Leaning in close, Chanyeol dropped his voice into a playful whisper. “Don’t worry, jagiya, I’ll still go easy on you.”
You rolled your eyes, interlacing your fingers with his and squeezing tightly. “In your dreams. Just you wait, I’ll get the best on my team.”
Chanyeol only laughed at the lovely gleam in your eyes. “Guys, you’re with me, right?” He asked, looking back at his friends.
“You got it, Yeol!” Baekhyun shouted and went to encourage Chanyeol, massaging his shoulders a little too harshly and giving you an apologetic smile. You just giggled as you squinted at him, while Chanyeol frowned, trying to hide the pain from Baekhyun’s pressure on his shoulders.
Jongdae smiled sheepishly, hesitating. “We can assemble the teams tomorrow after our meeting,” he suggested, earning time to share his decision.
“Yah, Jongdae! How are you not joining me immediately?”
“Sorry Chanyeol-ah, I believe in Y/N’s fierceness,” Jongdae said as he offered a high-five your way.
Chanyeol chuckled good-naturedly as Jongdae sided with you, not surprised at his choice. Your competitive fire and passion for planning are unmatched, and you two have known each other long enough after all—it was no wonder he wanted to join your squad.
Still, it stung a little to lose one of his closest friends so early in the game. He turned on his best puppy-dog eyes, pouting playfully. “Dae, you wound me.”
You only grinned, giving Jongdae’s shoulder a proud pat. He chuckled and shrugged at Chanyeol. “I’ve always had a soft spot for this silly troublemaker here.”
You looked back at Jongdae, still not fully understanding his words. “I’m gonna try to take that as a compliment.”
Baekhyun smiled at his team leader with pride. “We’ve got this, Yeol. We’ll get the members on our side easily.”
Chuckling, he offered a thankful nod for the vote of confidence, but his focus remained on you. Your smile almost sent him into a trance again. This was sure to be epic, and somehow he knew that no matter who emerged victorious, the real win would be to keep on witnessing your happiness and celebrating one more milestone with you by his side—sharing his birthday date with you was so exciting.
You stared at the screen showing the floor numbers going up to Chanyeol’s apartment. The excitement built up with every change, and you almost jumped out of the elevator when the doors opened to his floor. Every step you took was even more confident and joyous as you walked down the hall, giddy with anticipation for the fun you will all have assigning the teams for the challenge.
Your heartbeats speeded up as you heard the door opening just after one press of the doorbell. Chanyeol must have been as eager as you to begin the selection and see you again.
His smile was so bright when his eyes met yours. You embraced him in a warm hug and searched for his gaze, planting a tender kiss on his lips.
“Aw the lovebirds are too cute.” You heard Jongin’s voice behind Chanyeol. He was carrying a bowl full of popcorn, stealing some before anyone could.
“Jongin!” You shouted, moving away from Chanyeol to wrap your arms around the loveliest of the members. You had missed him dearly and didn’t know he would come.
“Oh, careful, the popcorn!” Jongin exclaimed, chuckling. “Aw, it’s so nice to see you, Y/N,” he squeezed you back.
“I was replaced so quickly,” Chanyeol commented, looking at you with a pout, jokingly.
“No, just in time. Otherwise, I would call it all off, and I can’t let that happen; I need to win this,” you smiled mischievously.
Chanyeol recovered his smile and wrapped around you again, resting his head on your shoulder and offering Jongin a small cheeky grin.
“You two are also crazy,” Jongin giggled.
Minseok’s voice called you all to the living room. You grinned as you slipped into the soft slippers waiting by the door, always so thoughtful of Chanyeol. Interlacing your fingers with his, you pulled him eagerly into the living room—Jongin trailing behind you as he kept stealing popcorn.
The joyful chatter and laughter welcomed you, and your smile only grew at the familiar faces gathered there already.
You quickly made your rounds, greeting each member with a tight hug. It had been too long since you had seen them all together. The energy was soon filled with anticipation for whatever was coming their way.
Once you settled beside Chanyeol on the couch, you started, “well, I believe it’s time to announce the reason why we gathered you all here.”
“Yeah, I didn’t say much before our meeting,” Chanyeol continued. “Y/N and I are—“
“Getting married?” Baekhyun interrupted, throwing the obvious cheesy joke, but he still managed to surprise Junmyeon and Sehun. The former had a surprised yet alarmed look on his face, while the latter was pure confusion, possibly even hurt that his hyung didn’t tell him before everyone else.
Chanyeol shook his head, shooting Baekhyun a playful glare before continuing. “Not quite yet… though who knows what the future may hold…” He trailed off meaningfully, giving your hand a gentle squeeze.
You could feel the tips of your ears heating up at the implication; its meaning was not lost on you. You cleared your throat, regaining focus, as you recollected your thoughts to explain to the group the playful challenge that brought you all together that evening.
Gasps and cheers erupted at the revelation, drawing a small giggle from both of you. You knew you had chosen the right people for the task. Scanning their lively faces, you witnessed their spirited encouragement for you both. Your gaze then met Chanyeol's, his eyes twinkling with amusement and affection as he squeezed your hand in support of addressing the lively crowd. Though nerves fluttered at the challenge before you, his encouraging smile steadied your resolve to see this joyful contest through.
Chanyeol pulled you closer to peck your cheek once the members awaited for you two to start the recruiting. His mischievous mind was already plotting ways to convince the members to join him. “The winning team gets bragging rights until the next get-together. Possibly some other goods and favors during the planning. So what do you say—who wants a spot on the champion squad?” Chanyeol rallied.
It almost seemed like cheating because of how he talked too convincingly, so you nudged him, trying to tickle him and throw him off his game. He did bring some arms up and laughter from the rest of the members.
“Not fair using gifts to get them on your side; you cheat!” You accused him playfully.
Chanyeol was still laughing on mute with your tickling. He managed to grab your wrists, struggling to catch his breath between giggles. “All’s fair in love and party planning, jagi.” Those dazzling eyes of his seemed to sparkle even brighter with amusement.
You couldn’t help but melt a little at his smile. Leaning in, you pressed a swift peck to his lips before pulling back with a shy smile as you heard the members’ whistles and teasing cheers. “You’re lucky you’re cute, Park,” you whispered.
Sehun made a weird, puking sound. “Ugh, you two, my eyes hurt! I might need some new sunglasses if you want me on your team.”
You flashed him a playful grin. “Aw, I think Sehunnie is only sour ‘cause no one’s showing him any love,” you teased, earning some laughs from the other members.
He scoffed, feigning his usual cool disinterest, but it was almost evident that suppressed laughter was hiding behind his irritated gaze. You were the only person in the world that Chanyeol knew that could withstand teasing Sehun and emerge unscathed. He took a little advantage of this fact and drew you closer, casually draping his arm around your shoulder. With a mischievous gesture, he pressed a smacking kiss on your cheek, causing you to squeal and playfully swat him away.
“You’ll always be our favorite maknae,” Chanyeol declared cheerfully.
Sehun simply rolled his eyes, fighting a smile. “Yeah yeah, just save the PDA for later, you saps. I really want my new pair of Ray Bans… and celebrate you two,” he mumbled the last words, but the slight quiver at the corner of his mouth betrayed the levity he was trying so hard to conceal.
The members erupted into renewed laughter and chatter once more. With your guidance, the debates over team selections began soon enough. Baekhyun, already on Team Chanyeol, was trying to win Kyungsoo over to their side.
You nudged Jongdae, your partner in crime, and he sat down next to Kyungsoo, offering a fist bump. Hesitating at first, he looked between Baekhyun and Jongdae with a flustered smile. Kyungsoo looked back at you and then at Chanyeol, a smirk forming in his mouth. It was a battle of looks, but an important one if any of you wanted to secure the Ace member you two seemed to have thought of. With his incredible knowledge and skills with food, he was surely the member you would fight over in the most passionate way. The rest of the members couldn’t help but notice the gazing battle before them, expectantly waiting for the outcome.
Kyungsoo seemed to find out in that moment that he could be the MVP you two were looking for. He held his gaze with Chanyeol, but his smirk didn’t fade away as he responded to Jongdae’s fist bump request. “This is the winning team,” he decided. “I’m with Y/N all the way,” he said, looking back at you with an honest smile yet offering a mischievous wink.
A collective gasp rose at Kyungsoo’s declaration. You caught Chanyeol’s gaze with a smug grin, already envisioning the victory feast you would have in your hands with Kyungsoo on your team.
However, Chanyeol wasn’t giving up that easily. “C’mon, Kyungsoo-ya, with those skills of yours, you’ll be our real MVP. We’ll have a whole spread just for you.”
Kyungsoo was not that convinced yet, but it seemed his resolve did waver when Baekhyun began pleading unashamedly. “Please, please, please. You’ll have whatever you want. I won’t bother you in the least; you’ll have all the calm you—“
Amused with Baekhyun, you had to intervene, sliding in on Kyungsoo’s other side and resting your arm on his shoulders. “Don’t listen to their lies, Soo. You know I’ll treat you like the king you are, right, Jongdae?”
Your right-hand man chimed in effortlessly. “Only the finest ingredients and treatment for our Soo.”
The members were more than entertained by Kyungsoo’s recruiting between you and Chanyeol. A wholehearted chuckle rumbled from Kyungsoo’s chest as he patted your hand. “Flattery will get you anywhere, I see. Alright, consider me recruited for Team Y/N!”
Chanyeol shot a playful pout at you, which you returned with a wink. “Thank you, Soo! I promise you a sweet victory over those two.”
“Traitor!” Baekhyun crossed his arms theatrically. “You’ll pay for your betrayal with mediocre snacks.”
Kyungsoo simply raised an eyebrow, unfazed. “If you’re that worried, maybe you picked the wrong team.”
Laughter rose up at the cheeky retort. You simply beamed, already buzzing with plans and partnerships. With Kyungsoo secured, you only had a couple of key members left to convince.
You scanned the circle, looking for Junmyeon, who stood on the other side, observing the exchanges with fond amusement. But in that moment, Jongin caught your attention as he raised his hand to speak up. Chanyeol encouraged with a nod of his head, and everyone turned their focus towards him. “How will you know which party planner truly wins if the other ends up having the best party either way?”
A collective murmur of agreement resonated through the group. Jongin had a valid point, prompting you to share a meaningful look with Chanyeol as you pondered over the dilemma. He grinned suddenly. “I’ve got it! We can’t plan and ask for each other’s input or interference, so until our day, we reveal the parties simultaneously without seeing each other’s plans in advance.”
You snapped your fingers, reading his mind. “And we nominate an impartial judge to decide which event was better planned and executed overall. No bias from us at all.”
“They are so in sync, these two.” Baekhyun seemed to be in a full-on teasing mood, beaming at the shared love in your gazes.
“Baekhyun-ah, you’re going to make Sehun puke for real,” Chanyeol said between giggles.
“You two could seriously stop with the PDA though,” Sehun snarked, rolling his eyes while he hid a smile.
“They are cute though,” Minseok commented.
You took a deep breath to stop your laughter, thanks to their chatter. “Anyways, great catch, Jonginie. You might be team captain material after all.”
He ducked his head shyly, but his eyes shone with pride. A hush fell as all eyes turned expectantly back to you and Chanyeol.
“Then what do you say, Nini? Care to join my team?” Chanyeol asked.
Jongin gave it a small thought, looking between you two. “Yeah! Peer pressure and all,” he chuckled at Baekhyun’s crazy look directed at him.
Chanyeol’s smile shined bright. You beamed at him, letting him win this one. “Sorry, Y/N, but I promise to make sure you love your party. Count me as some kind of ally on the other side full of clowns.” Jongin offered you an apologetic bowl of popcorn.
“This is some type of scheme; look, Chanyeol!” Sehun said after witnessing Jongin whispering at you. Jongin just walked towards Chanyeol as he giggled.
“I take it you’re joining Chanyeol,” you assumed, playfully squinting at him.
“Well, the decision is really simple… you have a cool and fun advantage, but I really want those Ray Ban sunglasses, so I’ll remain loyal to Chanyeol hyung.”
Chanyeol’s eyes widened, almost regretting his bribing, but he was securing himself a fun team for the party planning. You darted your eyes back to Junmyeon and Minseok; there had to be a way to get both of them on your team.
Junmyeon still watched on serenely, taking in all of the energy, while Minseok conversed quietly with Kyungsoo. You were so proud of your team, sneakily drawing the best members to side with you. You focused on Junmyeon, flashing a charming smile. “Leader-nim, you haven’t committed to a team yet. Care to lend your impeccable taste and wisdom to Team Y/N?”
Chanyeol cut in swiftly. “Hyung hyung! You know you want to be where the fun is; just come over here!”
Junmyeon chuckled. “Both sides make compelling cases…” His eyes twinkled playfully.
Minseok spoke up suddenly. “I’m team Y/N! I’m convinced by your amazing recruiting skills, that can only translate into great leadership.” He winked in your direction, accompanied by a bright smile. “Also, you might need some muscle,” he said, wiggling his eyebrows as he playfully showed his biceps, only to shy away with a giggle.
You pouted, moved by his encouragement. “Thank you so much, Minseok! You’re the obvious wildcard with all of your talents.”
Chanyeol could only beam at the entire interaction. He really wanted his hyung on his team, but seeing how you managed to convince him, he just let it be. Witnessing how his friends accepted you was worth more than anything; the respect that Minseok’s words had for you was quite moving.
“Are you not pitching in, jagi?” you asked, and he simply shook his head. “Well, Junmyeon. You’re a package deal, right? Minseok chose Team Y/N; are you in too?” You held on to Jongdae’s arm, expecting the leader’s answer.
“Don’t forget about me, hyung! We got this, but we need our fearless leader.”
Junmyeon’s smile was unbreakable. “You two are meant for each other, no doubt, huh?” He looked at his hand, pondering for a little while, until he met your hopeful gaze with his signature calm. “I believe in Team Y/N.”
His words sparked elation among your already lively squad. He approached cautiously, but you enveloped him in a tight hug, feeling his quiet laughter rumble through his chest.
Pulling back, you searched for Chanyeol’s eyes across from you. He was so pure, smiling like that, radiating pride and joy. Crossing over to him, you extended a hand, which he delicately grasped, tugging you in as he wrapped his arms around you. You felt the soft wool of his sweater against your cheek, and his heartbeat resonated in your ears louder than the cheers from the members around you two.
Chanyeol's bright eyes crinkled into crescents as he tapped your back gently. "You pulled a great team together, congrats!" He giggled softly into your embrace before reluctantly letting go.
You met his shining gaze, getting lost in the warmth and affection reflected there. Leaning in, you pressed a swift kiss to his awaiting lips, eliciting whoops and hollers from the members watching on. As you broke apart, grinning like fools, his hands lingered on your arms a moment more before dropping away all too soon.
"May the best team win, Yeollie. I'll see you at the finish line!" With one last grin, you turned to rejoin your squad, heart soaring.
This challenge lit a new fire within you. With the inspiration of your team and Chanyeol's love and support behind you, there was no way you could lose. The party was sure to be one for the ages.
You and Chanyeol sat side by side under the dark blue sky; your crocheted blanket that he gifted you once when you were just catching feelings for him was over the two of you. Winter felt nearer every single night because of how cold the evenings were becoming, yet it occurred to you both to go out and see the city view from the rooftop of your apartment’s building, with Namsan Tower in the distance perfectly adjusted in the landscape.
Comfortable silence embraced you as you reflected on everything that brought you to this specific moment in time together. The past couple of days were surely fun to spend with his dear members. You had missed each other though, so you decided to have a night in to distract you from all the planning and dedicate time to each other.
Noticing your boyfriend’s pensive smile, your heart grew curious, but it also swelled at seeing him so serene. You were sure this was what you wanted to see every single moment—the genuine purpose that had driven you all along. Yet pride lingered too in all of the plans already set in motion and the efforts of beloved souls. To call off the challenge now seemed unfair when the group had already rallied; you realized that harmony can rule where care guides the way.
Next to you, Chanyeol marveled at your radiant glow, shining brighter than any festivity ever could. He let out a soft sigh, quiet but content. He felt reassured that the thoughts occupying his mind lately were the right choice to make.
The chill night air nipped at his fingers as he gazed over the city, but his heart felt warm and cozy under the blanket with you. So much has changed since the days when a glance from you sent his pulse racing; now your mere presence at his side brings calm. Turning, he took your hand in his, rubbing gently to warm it.
You peered at his thoughtful face, exquisitely brightened by the moonlight and the city lights. There was a calmness in his eyes that you were just now discovering, but it filled you up with so much reassurance.
“So Yixing called me today,” Chanyeol started, whispering.
You stopped his hand with a squeeze and searched for his eyes with a small giggle. “We’re not supposed to share any insights, jagi.”
He chuckled, pulling you closer in a warm embrace. “I’m not, I’m not. He just wanted to say that he would come and be the judge.”
“Oh you couldn’t recruit the gentle heart of his,” you giggled.
He gasped and squeezed you tighter. “Don’t tease me, or I’ll look for payback.”
“Like I can’t take it,” you said daringly.
Chanyeol’s look was filled with mischief. Wrapping both arms snugly around your waist, he pulled you closer still until your faces were mere inches apart. “Oh, you think you’re so tough, hm?” he chuckled, low and rumbling.
Your entire body felt lighter somehow, and the smile forming at the corner of your lips was so genuine. You leaned and nuzzled his nose, getting a nervous giggle out of him. He was truly enchanted by this lighthearted side of yours.
Gathering back his courage, he tightened his grip on you, causing you to squirm and burst into an uncontrollable fit of giggles. Your laughter proved infectious, and he eventually found himself lying down, clutching his belly. Following suit, you allowed yourself to collapse at his side, resting your head on his chest and basking in the warmth of his body and the melodic sound of his laughter.
As you gazed up at him, your eyes locked for a brief moment before you leaned in, bringing your lips together in a passionate kiss and indulging in a fleeting moment of fiery connection.
Breaking up the kiss, Chanyeol chuckled softly. “I have to leave; I don’t want to.”
It was impossible to hold back your laughter, knowing the feeling all too well. Reluctantly pulling yourself from his embrace, you took his hand and gazed into his eyes, alight with care and tenderness even when you knew he had to leave.
“Then don’t,” you whispered, a playful smile teasing at your lips.
He giggled in return, interlacing his long fingers with yours. “As much as I’d love to stay right here with you always, duty calls pretty early tomorrow morning.” He placed a quick kiss on your forehead. “But I will be counting the moments until I can see you again.”
When he allowed himself to be affectionate and lighthearted, you couldn't resist falling even more deeply for him. Standing up, you extended a hand to help Chanyeol rise to his feet, both of you reluctant to break contact just yet. He retrieved the blanket and guided you back indoors, never once releasing your hand.
Still filled with reluctance, you shared one last lingering kiss before parting ways. Closing the door of your apartment slowly, you couldn’t help but hope that he might change his mind and decide to stay. However, you knew that his care for you would remain, even when he was not physically there. Climbing into bed, a sense of contentment washed over you as you treasured the precious and much-needed moments of intimacy that you two had shared.
The next afternoon, you reunited with your team for the last in-person party planning meeting since they were all pretty busy with their work schedules.
The previous night had given you so much clearance about what you really wanted to do. The members had the best ideas, and you all had pre-planned some of them, so it was time to decide which one would take flight for the challenge and win that precious title. But your heart joined you slowly and changed your perspective.
It was Jongdae who noticed your pensiveness. Approaching carefully, he smiled at you. “Someone on your mind?” He whispered, aware of the echo that the meeting room he managed to get for you all created.
You chuckled silently, taking a look at the rest of your team busy on their notebooks and cellphones. “You could say so,” you whispered back at your friend.
“You know, Minseok and I managed to get in contact with a drone show service. We still don’t know if they would take it to the yacht party,” he chuckled, conscious of how all those words together sounded. Your team had some crazy ideas for sure, all for the fun of past full-on competitive brainstorming sessions.
Junmyeon walked towards you with a solution in mind for the games/gaming theme party idea you had between your options. “Y/N! My friend from the set design department has some chess pieces we can use for the decoration. They’re giant, wanna see—“
He also noticed the difference in your smile. “Have you decided on the 1 Billion Views theme?” he asked.
“Y/N’s gotten distracted by a little—not little, someone,” Jongdae taunted, projecting his voice to fill the entire room. The sound made Kyungsoo and Minseok look your way, eliciting affectionate coos and chuckles from them.
“Guys, it’s not—what you think, I mean…” you trailed off, giggling. “Come, let’s have a little chat,” you requested.
Minseok and Kyungsoo approached, sitting in front of you at the table. They waited patiently for you to continue while you peeked at their notes and yours, happy to have had the best party planning team on your side. You sighed, realizing there was something bigger calling at you from deep inside.
“I know I’ve delayed the decision a bit. I’ve thought about it a lot, and I think… I think it would be best to keep it a little simpler.” The look on their faces didn’t change much; they were still paying attention. If there was any surprise in their eyes, they knew how to hide it pretty well.
“I have loved our interaction as a team; I couldn’t ask for a better one. There’s just a little something, a little voice that has been telling me to not go crazy with Chanyeol’s party.”
“What do you want to do then, Y/N?” Minseok wondered, showing you a caring smile. The rest of the guys had the same look, showing their care.
“We will probably not win this, but I don’t want all of those flashy things for his party. I want Yeollie's day to reflect all the love and joy he's brought to our lives simply by being himself. His generous spirit, his caring heart—that's what's most deserving of honor.”
“I’m in,” Kyungsoo encouraged.
You smiled at him, and the others agreed to the change wholeheartedly. “Yixing will be the judge; you can still win this,” Minseok commented, making all of you chuckle.
In another meeting room within the building, Team Chanyeol was enthusiastically planning your party, fueled by Chanyeol’s infectious energy. This fun team had all the chemistry needed for the best rave anyone could ask for, but they had been changing plans since two weeks ago.
More bribery had been required to get Sehun to agree to Chanyeol’s change of heart, but he eventually came around and eagerly joined his hyung in orchestrating the most endearing and romantic surprise for you.
As the meeting came to a close, Chanyeol felt his heart near-bursting with gratitude for his amazing team. They shed the initial rave plans, but their eyes still brimmed with enthusiasm, now transformed into a deeper purpose.
"Alright guys, I think that about does it for now," he announced, beaming around at their eager faces. "We've put together something truly special that I know Y/N will love."
Baekhyun slung an arm around Chanyeol’s shoulder, grinning mischievously. "And maybe if we play our cards right, a certain someone will finally work up the courage to—"
Chanyeol cut him off with a playful punch, feeling his cheeks flush at the implication. But maybe, just maybe, he had a point buried in his teasing. This night could be about new beginnings as well as celebrating what has already blossomed so beautifully between you and him.
Sehun must have sensed his distraction, clearing his throat loudly. “So, are we telling Y/N about this change or keeping it a surprise?”
Smiling softly, he shook his head. “No need to tell. I want it to be a complete surprise when Y/N sees what we’ve done. This isn’t about winning or losing anymore; I just want it to be special for Y/N.”
“I knew this was going to happen,” Jongin commented with a knowing smile on his face. “He can’t help it! He sometimes lets Y/N win at their challenges.”
“I don’t—“ He tried to object, but he knew that he had done it before. But you are unstoppable and a great competitor.
His friends couldn’t resist teasing him. "Alright, fine, you got me," he laughed, holding his hands up in mock surrender. "I'll admit Y/N is a tough opponent, and it's hard not to go soft sometimes with that gorgeous grin."
Baekhyun snickered gleefully while Sehun pretended to gag, earning a playful shove from Chanyeol in return. But beneath the humor, a warm fondness swelled in his chest at the thought of you—your smile, your spirit, the way you somehow always made him want to be better.
Sobering slightly, he continued. "Seriously though, guys, Y/N means the world to me. This is about showing Y/N how much I care."
Jongin shot him a knowing wink and a thumbs up. Chanyeol grinned sheepishly, nerves and excitement dancing hand in hand at the prospect. Then, shaking himself back to the present, he clapped his hands decisively.
He beamed at his teammates, his heart filled with gratitude and love. "Now come on, boys, we've got a party to prepare!"
A sense of excitement coursed through both of you as you walked hand in hand down the hallway. You heard how Chanyeol took a deep breath and felt his fingers tenderly squeezing yours.
His eyes had shined so brightly when he looked at you earlier. He stumbled, and his jaw nearly hit the floor. You were proud of yourself to be able to keep making him flustered. You couldn’t talk much either, because when you caught a glimpse of him across the room, your breath caught in your throat and your eyes widened as you smiled wider.
Part of you wanted to just linger in that intimate bubble you had created together in the hallway, but another part wanted to see what surprise lay behind the party room doors. Chanyeol had that look—the one where his smile could only form crescents on his eyes. You knew whatever awaited you inside would be magical.
Nothing could have prepared you two for the astonishing scene that greeted you as you entered. The love and warmth that flooded the room nearly swept you off your feet. You were overwhelmed with gratitude for each cherished friend and family member who came to celebrate this special day with the both of you.
Reluctantly letting go of Chanyeol's hand, you made your way through the crowd, embracing everyone with hugs and smiles. Their well-wishes and affection meant the world.
When you two finally reconnected in the center, you turned to Chanyeol with shining eyes. "So, ready for a tour of your birthday party?” You held his hand. “I really hope you like it; that’s all that matters to me now.”
The real reason for your words passed him by because of the excitement deep within him for his plans for your birthday party, but he nodded eagerly as he smiled warmly.
Yixing approached you both. “Is it okay if I accompany you two while you check the parties?” he asked a little bashful, knowing it would be awkward to have him around while you shared your feelings poured out in all of the planning choices for each of your birthday parties.
“It’s fine, Yixing! You’re the judge after all,” you accepted, offering him a kind smile.
As you guided them both, Chanyeol gasped in delight at each thoughtful detail in the decoration that your team came up with. The games he loved playing decorated the room, a star projector enhanced the mood, and food and drinks were inspired by the games he loved the most.
But it was the dance floor that truly left him speechless—an interactive mat where guests could join in the music. As he tested it out, his enjoyment enhanced as he heard songs from his favorite artists and games represented. The guests around him cheered at him, and he spread some high-fives.
“Y/N, this is too amazing! How did you manage to plan something so perfect?” He breathed, taking your hands in awe.
“Your friends were key factors in the planning. They had the craziest ideas.” Your smile radiated warmth, and Chanyeol wrapped you in a tight embrace. You saw your crew and mouthed a thank you towards them, in case you hadn’t said it enough.
You pulled back just enough to meet his gaze. “There’s one last surprise,” you said, smiling back at Yixing.
Chanyeol’s eyes widened expectantly. “Show me!” he exclaimed excitedly, and you led him towards a red arcade-like machine decorated with musical notes, guitars, drums, and pianos.
Chanyeol had to hold on to you for balance because of the amount of joy that radiated from his face at seeing a familiar character on the screen—it was him, rendered lovingly in pixelated form.
“Y/N… is this for real? Does it work?”
“Yes, it does,” you answered, pressing the play button. “Minseok knew this game creator who helped us with this mini adventure game with you in it. I hope you like it.”
Heart swelling with affection, he couldn’t help but pull you into a tight hug, followed by a kiss on your forehead. “Are you kidding? This is the coolest thing anyone has ever done for me!”
You planted a kiss on his lips before your team approached to hear what Chanyeol thought about his gift. Chanyeol hugged each member, not being able to contain his euphoria.
It was his time to show you the party that he planned, but the game seemed too interesting not to play it right away. “Thank you all again. This is—this means the world to me,” he beamed, giving your hand a gentle squeeze. “Do you mind if I play through just a bit before we continue?”
You couldn’t help but laugh brightly. “Of course, take your time! I’ll be waiting when you’re ready.”
With that, he eagerly ventured into the pixelated quests alongside his virtual self, grinning wider with each level completed. From the corner of his eye, he saw you chatting happily with Yixing and Junmyeon, radiating warmth and care.
The game ended all too soon, but he came out victorious. He took another look at you. The game was fun, but his plans were more exciting. Chanyeol approached your group with a smile on his face and tenderly held your hand in his. “That was even better than I imagined,” he sighed happily.
He turned to Yixing. “I believe it’s my turn now.”
Yixing smiled knowingly. “Cool! Let’s go check what magic you’ve conjured for Y/N’s special day.”
Chanyeol winked at you and led you to the other side of the room. You had peeked a little when you arrived and while Chanyeol played with the video game, but it was even better to experience it fully.
Light beams danced upon the walls, matching the colorful LED light decorations; all of the food and drinks glowed in neon-like colors, but it was the photo booth that surprised you the most.
“Care to try it with me?” Chanyeol asked, wiggling his eyebrows.
You nodded eagerly and stepped into the cozy photo kiosk. Chanyeol grabbed two flashlights and offered you one before he dimmed the lights down.
He kissed your cheek on the way. “Do you remember the light painting exhibition we saw months ago? It gave me an idea.”
“No way this works for real,” you exclaimed.
“I know, let’s try!”
You doodled around with the flashlight, but Chanyeol seemed to have something in mind based on how precise his movements were. As you exited the booth, Yixing took the photo strip with a sweet smile directed towards you two.
“You two are something else; you should check this out, Y/N.” Yixing handed you the prints.
Tears of delight pooled in your eyes as you finally saw what Chanyeol was so focused on drawing with the flashlight: “You’re my light,” writing each word in each picture and a heart for the last one. Yixing found it endearing that you also drew a heart for the last picture, with an arrow on the side pointing towards Chanyeol.
“Chanyeol…” you breathed, gazing upon him with all the affection overflowing your soul. Words could not capture what he meant to you and the magical moment you found each other in. Smiling softly, emanating that same light he described you to be for him, he stopped the little tear about to fall down your cheek.
A chorus of “awwws” caught your attention as Team Chanyeol approached behind you. Even Sehun was cheering for you, but he didn’t let go of the opportunity to playfully roll his eyes at you when he caught your gaze.
Their care for you in that moment meant everything. You smiled and joyfully welcomed Baekhyun and Jongin’s embrace. But Chanyeol softly pulled you close once more, needing more of your moment together. His eyes shone just for you.
“This is lovely, but we’re still in a challenge that needs to crown a winner,” Baekhyun teased, giving you a small wink.
“I believe the true winner is obvious,” you teased back, mirroring his gesture.
“I-I’m not ready… was I supposed to decide now?” Yixing asked, making you all chuckle.
Chanyeol placed a hand on Yixing’s shoulder. “Not yet, man. Whenever you’re ready,” he clarified. “But for now, let’s have fun!”
With that, Chanyeol and you made your way to the dance floor, dancing under the lights. Your friends gathered close, sharing laughter and jokes wherever you were.
As the music flowed through you, all else fell softly away; only the joy of the moment shared with the one you dearly considered as your person remained. Chanyeol's smiling eyes held galaxies of warmth within which you were happy to lose yourself time and again.
Letting go of the challenge and only planning the party to make Chanyeol happy made you forget about the prize. Seeing him happy and having the most fun he could on his special day with the people he loved the most was the reward you didn’t know you were looking for. Although the competition brought you all there, it was the bond you all shared that made each moment sweet.
Chanyeol and you were lost in competition over Tekken when Jongin approached and whispered something in Chanyeol’s ear. Jongin flashed a warm smile in your direction before making his way back.
You looked at Chanyeol, wondering what was going on, but he grabbed your hand before you could speak up. “Come,” he said softly.
Intrigued, you followed him to the opposite side of the room. Near the photo booth, there was some sort of window that he seemed to have covered so the light from outside wouldn’t enter the room. It seemed completely reasonable because it could have made it difficult for the light painting in the photos to work. But when he moved the curtain and opened the door—not window—a balcony with a set of stairs decorated with fairy lights surprised you.
For starters, you didn’t even know that your venue had a balcony. Jongdae and Minseok had come to check it out with Chanyeol because you had been busy that day.
Your heart fluttered, filled with expectations. You glanced back at him with questioning eyes, and his shined brighter than any light decoration in the room. The warmth of his hand holding yours was calming; his thumb brushed the back of your hand, inviting you outside with a little squeeze.
You followed him up the spiral stairs until you reached the rooftop. The view of a cozy seating area and the gentle, chilly breeze enveloping you caused you to seek out Chanyeol’s comforting presence, yearning for his warmth.
Chanyeol's secret paradise took your breath away. With lights glowing softly all around, it was as if stardust itself had sprinkled down upon that rooftop nook just for the both of you. It seemed like his message on the light painting photos was not at all random.
His giggle caught your attention, and as you looked at him, you realized you both had played the same game all along, but he still continued to amaze you, heart and soul.
“I had one last surprise, for your eyes only,” he simply said as he led you to the cozy nest of beanbags, his guitar waiting alongside your private feast. Joy and gratitude swelled within your heart.
“One last surprise, you say?” Smiling softly, you traced his cheek. “Yeollie, being here with you is the greatest gift of all. You’ve given me magic where I least expected to find it.”
His signature simple, nervous smile never failed to melt your heart. As he leaned to steal a kiss, you couldn’t help but grin at his adorable, flustered ways. “I… have something,” he said as he grabbed his guitar and gestured for you to take the beanbag next to him. “I’ve been working on a song for you.”
You settled in with eager eyes fixed on his handsome face. As he strummed those first soft chords, he captured your gaze, making you feel as if nothing else existed in the world besides the music flowing between you two. And when he finally started singing, his velvety voice and heartfelt words engulfed you completely.
You leaned into him, tracing patterns along his back while grinning at the way he watched you from the corner of his eyes, full of care.
The song drifted softly away, leaving only the sounds of the city below and your mingled breaths in the cool night air. You turned then to find Chanyeol watching you still, a question in his eyes that held its own beauty.
Reaching up, you traced the curve of his lips, feeling his breath hitch. "Chanyeol... that was the most beautiful song I’ve heard, and it-it means so much that you wrote it just for me,” you whispered, struggling a little to speak between tears of joy. “You’re my genius songwriter."
He hurried to dry your tears, making you giggle. The emotions were becoming clearer within you, and your palm found its place over his beating heart. His hand closed over yours and intertwined your fingers. “You have no idea how happy I am to see how much my song moved you, jagiya."
He lowered his gaze for a second as he took a deep breath before he looked into your eyes once more. “You are my whole world. And I love you, Y/N."
Joy overflowed within you as your heart swelled almost to the point of bursting. Hearing those words from him for the first time since you met him compares to nothing else in the world. Your heart found solace, and your face radiated a brilliance that outshone all the lights around you. Raising his knuckles to your lips, you met his expectant smile. "I love you too, Yeollie. With all of me," you whispered.
A gentle smile spread across Chanyeol's face as he gazed lovingly into your eyes. He reached up to cradle your cheek, brushing away the remnants of your tears with his thumb.
Leaning in, he planted a gentle kiss on your forehead before slowly resting his own against it, relishing the intimate connection. Your hand continued to rest firmly over his racing heart, filling him with a comforting warmth and deep appreciation for the love you both cherished.
"I meant every word, you know," Chanyeol murmured. "You truly are my whole world. From the moment I met you, I was a goner. Your smile, your laugh, your beautiful soul—you stole my heart completely without even trying."
Reaching up to cup your cheeks in his hands, Chanyeol sealed his declaration with a lingering kiss, pouring all of his adoration and passion into the tender moment you shared under the moonlight. In the warmth of your embrace, you both uncovered the ultimate reward that lay at the heart of your spirited party planning endeavors—it all began and concluded with love.
Epilogue
“Alright guys! Are you ready for the real party planning showdown between Chanyeol and Y/N?” Chanyeol announced, looking at all of the faces of his friends before him.
“I hope you don’t end up proposing this time or anything,” Sehun commented, and you threw a marshmallow at him.
“Behave, Sehun. We already know you love us; no need for snarky comments, dork.” You shut him up, earning giggles from the rest of the members. You glanced at Chanyeol and stole a quick kiss from his lips.
“Yixing, hyung, are you ready to choose a team this time? These two are fierce!” Jongdae asked him, knowing that last time he had a difficult time choosing between you two and ended up declaring it a tie. Considering what went down on your birthday, everyone accepted it. Yixing himself suggested making the challenge all over again so your own feelings wouldn’t get in the way and leave him with a tough decision.
“I’m really not sure, but this seems more fun than judging,” Yixing replied.
“This time it is my birthday, so I will be the judge,” Kyungsoo said, giggling at Yixing’s expression. “Don’t worry, hyung, just choose Y/N’s team!”
“Oh, oh, this judge has some strong bias; should we truly trust him?” Baekhyun pointed out teasingly.
Jongin was pure laughter beside you, while Minseok tried to intervene. “Kyungsoo knows what he’s talking about, but it could be fun switching teams for this challenge.”
“I would love to be on Y/N’s side this time around,” Jongin commented.
Before more silly debates continued, Junmyeon raised his hand, trying to calm everyone. “Guys, let’s start with the recruiting! We have a chef to impress this time,” he said calmly, draping his arm around Kyungsoo.
“Are you ready?” Chanyeol looked at you with a warm smile.
“Oh, you bet, jagiya!” you exclaimed, offering a fist bump his way. He responded and sealed it with a kiss on your knuckles.
Baekhyun cleared his throat and signaled for everyone to join his chant. "May the best party planner—and partner—win!" You all exclaimed in unison.
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