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baekluvie · 2 years ago

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obsession | chapter 5

pairing: reader x baekhyun

word count: 10k

genre: yandere au | this is heavily inspired by the show 'you'

tag list: @mayboy @vishary15 @greasywall @loversmantra @cityexos @kavvs @prettyboybaek @byunds

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warnings for this chapter: mention of murder, mental illness(s), mention of death(s), implied violence, manipulation, mature language, smut, violence, obsessiveness, agression

do not read if: you are triggered by any of the warnings i listed prior. this fic will contain this theme throughout the chapters. if you are not comfortable with that; please skip this post. please remember this is a work of fiction.

viewer discretion is advised

playlist for this chapter:

cupid - baekhyun pov

monster - baekhyun pov

where is my mind - y/n pov

all eyes on me - y/n pov

s&m - both

earned it - both

(a/n): hi guys it's been a while since i updated. i can't explain how sorry i am because of that. luckily i'm back to writing again at a faster pace, and i'm so excited to share this next chapter with you guys. i truly hope you guys enjoy it, and like always, replies are open. please send me messages, requests, your thoughts! always appreciated! reblog and like as it really helps me out. have fun reading!

Baekhyun's POV

There was only one thing that Baekhyun could think about while he watched the body bag being lifted from the ground and outside the door; and to put it simply, you.

There was almost something completely different about you, the way you pushed a strand of hair behind your ear as you spoke to your higher up, putting on a little show filled with waterfalls of tears and a quivering cupid's bow. He didn't leave his place off the sofa, a paramedic slowly examining him and asking him questions every now and then. They handed him an ice pack for now, later on they'll do a better investigation of his wounds.

But in all honesty, Baekhyun was fine. He was actually thriving, he had never felt this good in his entire life. Because in just a few steps ahead of him in the dingy apartment that once held three bodies instead of a dozen, the love of his life was lying for him. Doing his dirty work for him, without even having to find out who he really was; what he was capable of doing for...you.

There was a falter in the feelings however, maybe he wanted you to know. And maybe you would come to accept him, regardless of how devout he was for you. You'd like his worship for you, the way he'd bend and bow down to your every single need. But there was the crashing impending anxiety that there was the slim, chance that you wouldn't want him anymore. And Baekhyun could never have that.

So he ignores the medical attention as he watches you pace back towards him, Sehun trailing right behind her. He gives him a curt nod, but just as quickly as he greeted him, he diverted his attention to his phone. Baekhyun bites back the chuckle that's trying to crawl out from his throat, the passing thought of using his friend's name at the front desk... He wondered what kind of trouble he got in for that.

But here you are, smiling down at him, concern painted all over your features. You crouch, your knees hitting the wooden floors, and Baekhyun has to calm his heart from skipping too fast. You brush your fingers along his bloodied forehead, and for a quick moment, it feels like just the two of you there. And how he longed... for that. Of course, the sweet moment of you killing the woman was short lived, as he had to calm you down and convince you of the plan you'd have to go with.

Which was quite impressive, Baekhyun applauded himself. Especially since his horniness mixed with comforting you was kind of weird, it was too hard to think of anything when you were holding a bloody knife you had just plummeted into someone's chest. He couldn't decide if he wanted to fuck you right then and there or kiss your tears away.

Of course, he went with the latter.

He convinced you to speak with your boss, Junmyeon. Tell him that you received a distress call from Jihyo, to whom you kept in close contact since you both, lost someone very dear to you. You mended the relationship and kept tabs on one another, her depending more on you than her, considering you were the cop. So you hurried over, and to your shock, you opened the door and found her dead, sadly. So sad.

Baekhyun cleared his throat, attempting to settle down the rising excitement that was building inside of him. He readjusted his gaze into your eyes again, and you gave him a sweet, adorning smile. He loved that look you gave, something that made him feel safe, and vulnerable with you. He didn't want anyone else but you, and tonight convinced him of that. He was sure of what he had to do, and he couldn't help but hum a short tune to himself, listening to what you were saying.

"I think we should get back home. But before I come over, I'm going to stop by the station-"

Baekhyun stilled, a piercing feeling stabbing through his heart. He dared to lick his lips, looking past you now, staring directly at Junmyeon. He spoke, not once stopping from staring at your boss.

"Now why would you need to do that?"

You faltered for a second, but you recouped and straightened your posture.

"I- They need me to file a report of what happened. Because I found the body."

Baekhyun flickered back to you, cocking his head to the side, his tongue poking the inside of his cheek. He could still taste the metallic, dull taste of blood.

"Honey, we all know you could do that tomorrow. You're tired, aren't you? Let me talk to your boss for you."

Before you could let out a single word, Baekhyun tossed the ice pack on the couch cushion, standing up. He rolled the sleeves of his hoodie past his forearms, approaching the man who was commanding you, to do something you didn't even want to do. He could already imagine the things he would do to this man, the way he'd strangle and watch him fight for his means of survival-

"Baekhyun. Good to see you."

Baekhyun snapped out of his intrusive thoughts, pulling out a face that displayed orderliness and discomfort.

"Jun, right? I wouldn't say it's good to see you under these circumstances." He laughed it off, but as he watched Junmyeon turn to face him completely now, he could feel a strange aura he's never known before.

Junmyeon's facial features seem to glitch out, one moment not changing, the other moment his eyes are scrunched into crescent moons, his lips peeling to form a smile. He pats Baekhyun's shoulder, and the man almost stumbles to the side from the sheer amount of force that was put into the 'friendly' gesture.

"What the hell, sure. You can call me Jun. Chanyeol... you guys are friends right-"

"I was just honestly hoping you'd let Y/N take the night off. I don't think she would particularly be jumping in excitement to tell her testimony of another suicide that's been etched into her life. Be a little... I don't know," Baekhyun brings his hand up to grip Junmyeon's arm, squeezing, tighter, and tighter... "Be a useful person? A good boss?"

The two don't say anything for a beat. Just the clutter of people around them getting photos and searching for anything to submit to the police station. Junmyeon doesn't peel away Baekhyun's grasp on him, and that actually made Baekhyun falter in his action. He despised the way this man didn't seem to be weary of him... the pure and disgusting fact that Junmyeon seemed to be radiating an energy he didn't know because...

Well, it reminded him of himself.

The pure rage that was kept hidden from others, the mischievous and always racing mind. How silent he was even though he could be so loud to Baekhyun, his words alone were enough to fill the emptiness of Baekhyun's bitterness towards him, making him full; making him want to throw up. So he drops his hand, and Junmyeon watches his slender fingers drop from his arm, back to Baekhyun's side. He clicks his tongue, reaching into his pocket and pulling out a lighter.

He takes a step towards Baekhyun, and before he could even react to it, Junmyeon brings his hand to grip the other's neck, pushing his head past Jun's shoulders. Baekhyun widens his eyes as he does nothing but stands still, waiting to see what his next move is.

He hears the lighter being swung open and closed, once... twice... three times. A fourth time before he actually opens his mouth and speaks into Baekhyun's ear.

"I don't fucking like you. I want you to stay away from Y/N."

Baekhyun freezes, unsure of what to do. He was considerably... in a room filled with cops. There wasn't really anything he could do, so he had to submit to the harsh words the man in front of him whispered into his ear. He gritted his teeth together, his hand forming into a fist. Junmyeon speaks again before he released his grip on him.

"I'm onto you."

Baekhyun doesn't even dare to speak, his frame that was once confident was now just an empty shell of uneasiness. Junmyeon smiled at him, the small lines around his lips raising up, a fake facade that he displayed so well. He pushed past him, leaving Baekhyun to stand in place, not moving. He didn't quite know what he should plan to do; killing him seemed like the practical move. But then again, he'd be going against a friend of Chanyeol's. Your boss, who seemingly had a soft spot for you. If he was going to go through with it, he'd have to make sure he would do a good fucking job of cleaning the mess up.

"Baekhyun?" He felt your soft, small hand reach his shoulder, rubbing circles into his skin.

He sighed and closed his eyes, masking his anger with a plastic, superficial smirk. He turned around, resting his eyes on you. You looked distressed, and for a moment Baekhyun had forgotten about you, too absorbed in what just occurred to him just a couple seconds ago. But here you were again, back in his life, making his heart swell, his stomach twist and turn. He wouldn't forget about tonight, what you did for him. He places his hand over yours, bringing it towards his lips, kissing your bare skin and holding it against his cheek. You blushed.

"Let's go home." He muttered out.

You gave him a side smile, something like hesitation before you spoke. But you quickly covered it up by pushing your lips together in a tight line and nodding.

"O-of course. I'll just tell Junmyeon that I'll go in tomorrow to report about tonight."

He nodded, glad with your decision to stay with him tonight. So he walked with you as you approached the bitch of a man you called your boss, savoring the expression as he realized that you wouldn't be going in tonight. He scrunched up his eyebrows, shaking his head slightly as he let out a confused chuckle.

"I know that I told you that you shouldn't come to work, Y/N, but this is important. Someone died tonight. You were the only person she came into contact with before she killed herself."

You bit your lip, Baekhyun observed. He doesn't give it much of a reaction, moreso since Junmyeon was watching him like a hawk. He sides eyes you, watching as you gulp before opening your lips to speak once again.

"I really need to rest. Maybe sleep this off. I promise I'll come in tomorrow. Just- don't pressure me into this. Please, Myeonnie."

Baekhyun twitches as he hears the nickname you uttered from your lips.

Junmyeon sighs as his eyes dart from you to him. He pauses and places his hands on his hips, not sure of what to say. After a couple of seconds and some shuffling of feet, he just nods grudgingly. He brings up his lighter that was encompassed within his palm, raising it to view the both of you.

"Let me walk to your car. But promise me one thing."

You looked at Baekhyun, an unsure smile creeping on your face. You looked back at your boss, unsure of what he meant.

"And what's that?" You asked shakily.

Junmyeon reached into his back pocket, and for a second Baekhyun's senses feared that he was going to pull a gun out, maybe. So he steps in front of you, and Junmyeon flashes him a weird stare. He shakes his head slightly as he continues to pull out something from his pocket. Baekhyun sighs in relief as he sees what it was.

Junmyeon scoffed, "I didn't know you were so against smoking. I promise it won't hurt her," The man laughs a little, drifting the cigarette box in the air, "You can join in too."

The ride in the elevator was probably the most awkward situation Baekhyun had been placed in for a while. Considering he's murdered multiple girlfriend's and had to lump their dead bodies in a ditch or... you know mutilate them. Those were pretty awkward. But this? Riding in a silent elevator with tension brewing between all three of them? It could take the cake.

He doesn't miss the eyes of the receptionist glaring at his body, and he chooses to respond by very obviously holding your hand suddenly. You gave him a look, following his eyes towards the woman behind the desk, and he heard you giggle ever so slightly, tightening your hand with his and swinging it carelessly. That pretty much confirmed to Baekhyun that even though you murdered someone, you could still find happiness in small things like that. And that- well that was a good sign. The brightest green flag in his book.

Junmyeon walked the both of you to his car, pulling a cigarette from the small white box with his teeth. He swiftly pulls out a light, and Baekhyun watches as the fire slowly lit up the small stick, a small puff of smoke being blown into the night. Junmyeon takes another long inhale before he offers it to you; to which you grab it in a heartbeat.

He watches as you take a small tuff, then another. He's impressed by how much you could actually burn off that shit, but he doesn't want to mention it here. Not with Junmyeon around. So he looks the head of the police station in the eye, giving him a smug smile. There was no warmth rewarded by that, instead he was just met with a cold, disapproving look.

"Y/N, how long have you been seeing our little friend here?" Junmyeon takes the cigarette that was dangling from your hand, tapping the end, letting the debris fall from the end of it.

"Well-"

Baekhyun doesn't let you respond, instead he interjects, reaching his hand to grab the stick from the other's hand.

"We've been talking for a while now. Why, you her father or something?"

He puffs his chest out, placing his left arm around your shoulder, pulling you into his chest. You don't say anything, which Baekhyun liked, and simply leaned into his touch. It felt nice to be with someone who wasn't so loud all the time; just accepted when Baekhyun would take the lead.

Junmyeon watched Baekhyun as he took a long, needed, smoke. He sticks his tongue into the side of his cheek, looking back at his car and letting his body rest against it. He replies sarcastically,

"A friend, actually. Who cares about her."

Baekhyun coughs slightly, the jealousy rising in his chest, the neverending thoughts of how he wanted to kill this man overpouring into his mind. He takes another long drag before he notices he reached the butt of the cigarette, throwing it on the ground and crushing it beneath his shoe. He grinds it into the road, his eyebrow twitching as he licks his lips at Junmyeon.

"Yeah? Well maybe you should act more like her boss. You know someone who doesn't have to inquire about their subordinates' love life? I ain't ever heard of a boss who was so persistent in knowing about it... unless?" He lets the question dangle in the air for a moment, watching Junmyeon cross his arms against his chest.

You still don't say anything, but you suddenly gripped his inner thigh. Maybe that was a sign for him to stop, to not egg on your boss. But Baekhyun was on a roll now, and the more he connected the dots in his head, the more everything suddenly made sense to him. So he pushes your hand away, even though he really loved having it there, and took a few strides towards the man in question.

Junmyeon doesn't change his expression, doesn't even seem nervous or anxious. Which made Baekhyun seethe with anger even more. He eyes Baekhyun up and down, not giving Baekhyun anything to work with; usually men would at least acknowledge the violent nature of his words and withdraw from the situation. But him? Nothing.

"And what would that be, Byun Baekhyun?"

He freezes.

God, did he want to slam this guy's face into the car window, watching his blood smear against the glass. Maybe he would give him a couple of hard earned kicks to his legs, making him crumble to the ground. He'd grab him by his hair, savoring the image of blood dripping on his face. All he wanted to do was to fucking kill-

"Baekhyun. Let's go."

Ah yes. The voice of reasoning. The reason why he lived. Right. He couldn't do anything suspicious in front of you. He'd be playing right into Junmyeon's hands. He turns back to face you. You looked beautiful; the blood still staining your face, your eyes that had no competition to the stars in the sky, glimmered at him.

You reach your hand out towards him, and he gingerly takes it. He doesn't bother looking back at the man behind him, just looks at your face and takes in the beauty that was gifted to him, and him only. You place a hand on the small of his back, ushering him forward.

"Go to your car and head back. I'll follow you." You whispered angelically to him. He swallows his pride and cocks his head to the side, his tongue going over the teeth in his mouth before he blinks and offers you a bullshit smile.

Just as he takes a step without you to his car, he pauses as he hears you clear your throat.

"Junmyeon. Please do not interfere in my life from now on. I'm fully capable of handling things on my own. I don't need you to stand up for me... or... look out for me. I can tell when I'm being manipulated. I've been through that with Kyungsoo. I just finally realized what I deserve. And if that means being with Baekhyun... well. Don't stay up worrying about me."

Baekhyun could feel the uneasiness floating from his body into the night sky, just like the smoke from the cigarette did. He knew, he fucking knew, that you were the one. Sure, you had said you would know what manipulation looked like; but instead you chose not to see it in him. You weren't stupid, not at all. Maybe he downplayed you, hell, he definitely did, judging from what happened. The thought of his mother grazed in his thoughts then, but just as quickly as it entered, he shoved it right out.

He turns around, not thinking really. He places his hands on your shoulders and whips you to face him, and he ducks his head down so he could place his lips on yours. You're frozen, your lips not moving against his, but after a small squeeze he gave you, you snap back to life, your lips synchronizing with his. He closed his eyes at first, but slowly opened them to stare right at Junmyeon.

He deepens the kiss, gently biting your bottom lip, tugging on it so his tongue could melt with yours. He doesn't miss the slight disgust on your boss's face, and he doesn't dismiss the way his cock was slowly growing in his pants. He grabs your right hand, placing it on his hard bulge, and he delights in himself as you don't rip your hand away. Instead you start to grip it in your curious hand, and Baekhyun lets a small moan rip from his throat. Junmyeon doesn't do anything, just looks absentmindedly, his adam's apple bobbing up and down.

And that's exactly what Baekhyun wanted. To confirm his suspicions against him; he liked you. That was the only plausible reason why he was so on guard, the way he immediately let Baekhyun know how much he disliked him. It all made sense. Of course, Baekhyun knew he was playing a dangerous game being with someone like you. You were beautiful, courageous, independent and strong. Anyone would sway at your feet just the way he did. But the one thing that he had what others didn't?

He was a real man. He would do what others only imagined of doing.

He lets a string of saliva drip down his chin as he pulls away from you, watching your half lidded eyes flutter open, a small pout replacing the bliss you had. He smiles whole heartedly at you now, a genuine smile, and he gives you a small peck before he grabs your hand and leads you to your own car this time.

Baekhyun watched as you slid into your car, waited until you started it up before speaking.

"I'm just going to say goodbye to your boss. Once I'm done I want you to follow me back home, okay?"

He softly places his fingers underneath your chin, and your eyes submissively agree. You didn't need to say anything to him, you were completely under his total control. As he nodded and tapped the hood of your car, he suddenly felt your hand on his arm. He peers back to you, your body squirming as he looks deeply into your eyes.

"I... I can help with that when we get back to your place."

Your round eyes looked down slowly, and Baekhyun bites his bottom lip so hard he's sure he was just seconds away from drawing blood. His boner was presenting quite proudly, and he wasn't ashamed of it either. He reaches down and gives you a kiss on the cheek, removing your hand from his arm and once again, placing it on his needy cock. Baekhyun places his lips on your right ear, licking it gently before he spoke.

"You've been such a good girl. I want you to take off your underwear and give it to me."

He doesn't stutter once, making sure his request was filled with confidence. You blink a couple of times at him, and Baekhyun waits, letting his hand grip your embrace you had on his shaft. He eyes your legs, raising his eyebrows daringly.

"I- right now?" You whisper, your voice shaking. He could see your legs trembling, rubbing against one another. He looks back at your face now, his mouth hanging open, his head nodding quickly.

"Right now." He moves your hand up and down now, and the built up frustration is evident now, he could feel his member pulsating under your simple touch. You don't say a word, maintaining eye contact with him as you bring your left hand to disappear under your garment. Baekhyun doesn't miss a single moment of this, watching as you etch down a pair of black lacy underwear off your legs. You pause a moment, letting your pretty fabric hang in your hand loosely.

"What are you going to do with this?" You sound more cocky now, and Baekhyun was getting off to this more than anything. He brings his hand to grab it, raising it to his face. He takes a small inhale of your scent, and he wishes that he could have you right then. He loves that you don't seem weirded out by this action, you seem to be just as into it as he is.

He lets it linger near his nose a moment more before he stuffs into his front pocket.

"I'm going to bury myself in your fucking scent until we get home. Is that okay?"

Of course it's okay. It would have to be okay, because Baekhyun wouldn't be able to survive without it. Plus, he wanted to do something else with it, but that didn't have to be brought to light right now. You nodded, a small smile erupting on your face. He takes the time to kiss you again before he finally shuts your door close.

Now, he could finally do what he's been thinking about this entire time.

He slowly approached your boss who was still leaning on his vehicle, another cigarette placed between his lips. Junmyeon did nothing as Baekhyun accompanied him by his side, just glared at him with a knowing hatred.

"Do you want to know something?" Baekhyun whispered quietly, keeping a smile plastered on his face knowing that you were looking at the both of them. He couldn't have you worry about what was going to come next.

Junmyeon muttered sharply, "And what is that?"

Baekhyun pushed himself from off the car, his back facing your view of him. He shoved his hand back into the front pocket, fishing out the pair of underwear you had gracefully gifted him. He brings it up, not breaking his eye contact with the man, taking a deep inhale of you. Junmyeon hitches for a second, shifting his weight to the side as the smoke from his cigarette stutters into the wind.

Baekhyun smirks at this, happy to see him fazed; even if it was only this once. He could lap up the awkwardness he was radiating right now, craving to see it even more. So he takes it a step further, and places his tongue on the garment, letting his mouth taste you, sweet, unrelenting, you. He would have to stop this action since Junmyeon would rip it from his hand, his nose flaring, the knuckles of his fist around your underwear turning a stark white. He looms over Baekhyun, his eyes darting from him and then obviously to your car. He bites his lip in frustration, not sure of what to do.

"Just what the fuck, are you trying to accomplish here?" He bluntly questioned.

Baekhyun rolls his eyes, tapping his foot. He brings his hands up in the air, being a tease.

"You can lie to Y/N all you want. Fuck, you could lie to any single person you want. But me?"

He retrieves the underwear from him in one swift move, then steadying himself right in front of his face. He brings it up once again, but this time, shoves it right under the man's nose. He quickly shoves his hand away, his eyebrows scrunching up in anger; his demeanor trying to muster someone of confidence, but failing beautifully.

Baekhyun clicked his tongue as he backed away.

"You can't fucking lie to me."

Junmyeon gapes for a moment.

"Y-you're crazy."

Baekhyun laughs this time, clutching his stomach. His head bobs as he regains his sanity, and he lifts his fingers to pinch his bottom lip.

"Who knows? Maybe I am. But you can't do anything about it, can you? Stay the fuck," He switches his once giddy expression to one more deadly,

"away from Y/N. If I even so hear, your fucking name from her mouth?"

He lets his body go limp, his arms dangling at his sides. His eyes stay dark and stoic on Junmyeon.

"I'll fucking ruin your life."

Since there was nothing said from Junmyeon, Baekhyun took it as him getting the final word. He gave him a quick wave, a small smile, and started to head back to his own vehicle. He flashes his sight on you, and to his comfort, you didn't seem suspecting of anything that had gone on.

So he lumps his tired body into the car, tossing the car keys into the passenger seat. He readjusts his mirrors, carefully looking into the night. There was a wave of security that washed over him now, something that he liked to savor and keep in his memories when it did actually occur. His doubts, his worries, even insecurities. They seemed to dissipate just like the smoke from the cigarettes that were smoked.

"Let's take this feeling and go with it, huh, Baekhyun?" He eyed himself, a soft smile etching on his face.

Y/N's POV

You don't know why you did it. Don't know why you went along with it; this indescribable feeling of remorse and disgust with yourself. As you drove into the night, following behind Baekhyun, you tried to question everything, tried to make sense of the whole ordeal.

If there was something you were bad at, it was probably lying. Most importantly, lying to yourself. No matter how many times you replayed the grotesque murder that you did, there was no hiding the true emotions that bled right through your skin, right into your heart.

You enjoyed it.

You could play it off as self defense, maybe. Say that she was the one who had you with a knife at your throat, not your boyfriend- your acquaintance. That was still something you were trying to wrap your head around as well. Thinking of Baekhyun as your partner, your boyfriend... your... essentially, partner in crime, wasn't something that you enjoyed per say.

He was handsome. Charismatic. Charming. And he was the only person that was there for you throughout this whole mess. He was the only person that understood you, truly. There wasn't anything that could tear you away from him now. Considering he was the one who witnessed the crime you committed, you were kind of bound to keep him in your life. And that wasn't necessarily a bad thing either.

Those feelings you had, the way he looked at you. He was soft spoken, almost seemingly put under a spell when he was with you. You liked that, alot. The way he was submissive under your touch, the way he absorbed your every word that you spoke. Baekhyun was different. You didn't quite know what it was about him. Maybe it was the money, the way he lived a luxurious life yet kept it on the down low. That was certainly a shock, finding out he was the creator of the infamous Prive.

Or maybe it really was the way he paid attention to you and your needs. Kyungsoo was attentive when he wanted to be, but Baekhyun actually made you feel like you were being heard. It almost felt like he could read your mind at some times, and even though a person would be turned off by that... you didn't. You liked how at times he can be aggressive with his attraction towards you. It almost drove you crazy.

You blinked, lost in your thoughts. You realized you were literally right outside his house.

Baekhyun hadn't gotten out of his car yet, so you quickly tried to compose yourself in your own vehicle. You put it in park, grabbing your keys out from the ignition. You flicked on your light, peering into the mirror and grasping your reflection.

You looked drained.

Your makeup didn't last that long, which was highly disappointing. You spent so much money on those products to not do what they advertised. Well, if you thought about it a little more, the advertisement didn't state that the product would last through a night of killing someone. You shake your head and slap your cheeks, leaving a rosy glow from where you hit it. Your dark circles were starting to come out again, and the faint splatter of crimson stained your skin. You tried to rub it off with your finger, but to no avail, it stayed put. You sighed to yourself, pushing your hair to the side. You turned off your light, grabbed your keys, and looked outside to see where Baekhyun was.

You pause as you see that his car lights were turned off, and as you stared harder, you could see that his silhouette was longer sitting in the front seat. You frown at that, wondering if he had already gone inside. Maybe he was disgusted by you. Having to cover up for you, standing up to your boss. It was a lot, and you didn't take it for granted. But you also understood if he didn't want anything to do with you-

"Y/N?"

You let out an alarming squeal, your hands sputtering to grab your wheel as you look to the left side of you, outside the glass window.

Baekhyun stood patiently, not acknowledging your stunned response to him spooking you. He continued to smile, his finger tapping the glass. You take a deep breath before you let your hands fall from the steering wheel, laughing softly to yourself as you open the car door.

"You scared the shit out of me." You laugh nervously as he grabs your small frame from out of the car.

He looks at you worried, and you raise your hand up to playfully punch his arm.

"It's okay though. I'm fine now."

He blinks, then flashes his perfect smile at you.

"I'm sorry. I thought you saw me get out of my car."

You shake your head, closing the door behind you and locking it.

"I guess I was too busy thinking. Sorry."

You begin to walk, but he stops you in your tracks. You turn to meet his brown eyes. You pucker your lip, letting your tongue feel how dry and cracked they were. You give him a concerned look.

"What is it?"

He does a double take, opening his mouth once, but shuts it again. He breathes in deeply, closing his eyes before he speaks.

"I want you to know that I will always protect you. You have nothing to worry about. If you're thinking that I don't want to see you anymore, you're thinking like a lunatic."

You frown at the wording.

"I... killed-"

He abruptly places his hand over your mouth. You give him wide eyes, but he shakes his head as he gritted his teeth together and started to move your body towards his home. He brings his lips to your ear, and you feel yourself shiver at his slight touch.

"Do not... say anything like that. You don't know who could be listening."

Now that got you worried.

You continue to let him push you inside his house, and you bring your weak legs to walk into the living room. You do a once over of the grand failed dinner date, the candles were no longer lit, the aura of the home felt small, considering how massive it was. You decided to sit down on the couch, crossing your legs together and bringing your arms to do the same. You waited until Baekhyun locked the door and put down some of his things.

"Y/N, you have to be careful about what you say. You can't just confess something like that."

Baekhyun sits across from you now, his legs spread apart, his hands formed together, fingers interlocking with one another. You bite your lip, looking away from the perfect view that was so close to you. You snuggle into the cushion, and the thought of plummeting a knife into Jihyo flashes within your eyes.

You don't give it any reaction.

"Baekhyun... Can I tell you something?"

He gets up from his spot, walking over and sitting right next to you. He grasps your hands in his, and he gives you those somber puppy eyes.

"Anything."

You almost don't want to say it. You don't want to admit this to him. This was something so horrible, so... evil, and you had no way of gauging how he would react to it. You had no way of knowing, considering you didn't even really know him. But you felt like you had to for some reason; like if you didn't end up telling him, he would eventually pull it out of you.

So you do.

"I don't feel bad about killing her, Baekhyun. I- I... feel good about it. And please-" You stand up, thrashing the hand holding away from you, not wanting to look him in the eyes, "Don't just bullshit me and say it's okay. Because it's fucking not. I fucking killed someone and I... I liked it. You don't have to see me anymore, I understand. You can even tell Junmyeon that I did it, I just don't think I can live with myself knowing that I feel happy that she's gone."

You don't want to look back, you were too afraid to see how he would react to your confession. Your skin felt dirty, you looked down at your hands, the faint red splattered on them engraving into it like a tattoo; a reminder. You were a monster, a fucking abomination-

"I don't care."

His voice echoed in his large living room, the words bouncing off the walls, straight into your body. You almost didn't believe it, maybe you didn't want to. You wanted to accept it, so badly. You bring your attention back to him, your mouth agape, tears falling from your eyes.

"What?!"

The single word came out like a scream, only hushed down by the violent sob erupting from your throat. Baekhyun stood, walking towards you slowly, bringing his hand up to wipe away your tears. He looks at your hand, rubbing it within his gentle hold on you, not looking up. His dark circles appeared a shade darker than before, and his lip trembled as it seemed like he was fighting off a smile. You wanted to question it, but before you can utter another word, he took the lead.

"I- I don't care about what you did, Y/N. It's just like I told you before, I will always protect you. From others, even yourself. I... I'll love you with your flaws, with your mistakes. I just need you to accept these feelings you're having and trust me with them as well. I've already forgiven you for what you did. You... you saved me. You did what you had to do; it was solely based on instinct anyways. Just... you don't know how much that means to me."

You don't say anything for a moment, you could feel your eye bags becoming puffy, your own lips shaking with fear; with uneasiness. You didn't miss how he said he loved you, and for reasons unknown, you felt okay with it. Baekhyun, a stranger to you, someone who was doing everything for you, helping you throughout every single tragedy in your life so far; he was able to say that he loved you.

So you did what your mind was telling you to do.

You kissed him.

You kissed him like he was the last person on this god forsaken planet, because in this sweet, endearing moment, it felt like he was. You bring your tainted hand to grab a handful of his hair, moving his head to get closer to yours. He doesn't miss a beat, bringing both of his hands to circle around your waist, his lower body pressing against your own.

In just a few mere seconds, you could feel the sweat starting to collect on your skin. The small beads of clear perspiration tinting your skin, making it look like it was sparkling. Baekhyun suddenly started to push you back, your feet stepping backwards before it grazed the bottom of his couch. He pulls back, his eyes dazed as he gives you a seductive grin. You could feel yourself becoming wet, and fast. You want to go back to kissing him; to make yourself forget about everything. But as you try to lean into his lips again, he shakes his head, looming over you as your body crashes into the couch cushions. A faint memory of you drunk appears in your mind, the same actions of Baekhyun trapping you with his arms on either side of you.

His hand traces your cheek, then your ear... then your throat.

You were never really into things like this; choking that is. But you were willing to let Baekhyun do anything he wanted with you right now. You were under his spell, but you didn't want to break from this trance. You deserved it, you needed him.

"Y/N..."

"B-Baekhyun?"

He tightens his fist around your neck, and you faintly let out a gurgling noise. He watches this, his mouth hanging open, his eyes continuing to eye your neck, almost like an animal catching his prey. You softly bring your hand to your unclothed nether region. You almost had forgotten that you took off your underwear, but your wet slick was starting to travel down your inner thigh; reminding you of your fatal mistake.

He takes notice of that, and begins to squeeze your throat tighter, and you could feel his nails beginning to make a home in your skin. He brings his other hand to stop your movement, instead, replacing it with his own.

You gasp, but it came out as a struggled groan. His wandering eyes left your throat to your legs, and you don't bother fighting him off. He lets his hand travel beneath your dress, his fingers pitching your skin as he moves up to your neediness. He chuckles, and you feel your face heat up with embarrassment.

"You're so fucking wet for me. Do I turn you on that much? Just by gripping your fucking throat?"

His voice is deeper, nothing like the soft and endearing tone he had earlier. This made you all the more turned on, and you can't say anything except for giving him a simple nod.

He smiles at you, letting his index finger swipe some of your slick. He raises his hand from where he had it, letting his tongue lick off the sticky sweetness. You close your eyes, the sheer nerves taking control of you now; you've never been so horny in your life. But he doesn't accept that, moving his hand from your throat to your chin, shaking it lightly. You open them, regretful of what would come from your disobedience. He takes his finger from his mouth and raises it towards you, and you sit there confused.

Your voice comes out scratchy, not used to the air flooding your throat again.

"What... what do you want me to do?"

It came out submissive, a completely new thing to you. You were never a submissive type, but under Baekhyun's stare, the seeping dominance radiating off of him, you were anything he wanted you to be.

"Suck on it."

You pause, trying to push away the urge to say, No way. He sees your hesitation, and replaces his smile with a frown.

"C'mon. I'm telling you to suck it. Do it. You'll get rewarded."

The word rang in your mind, and in a blink of an eye, your body betrays you. You feel your lips wrapping around his finger, the bitterness of your own cum filling your taste buds. You almost want to stop, but he pushes his finger deeper in your mouth. Your eyes look towards his pants, watching his growing cock wanting to be released. The fact that he hasn't once touched himself made you moan against him. You wanted more.

"Such a good girl for me. Are you a good girl?"

His words were like venom, sinking into your veins. You try to speak, but he shoves another finger into your mouth, stretching out your lips to his satisfaction. You watch with watering eyes as he uses his free hand to shove his pants off, hurriedly taking his boxers off as well. His huge cock springs out from the restraining fabric, and his hand starts to slowly stroke himself.

He looks at you a little crazily now, his eyes widened, his jaw hanging open.

"Y/N, are you a good girl? I don't want to be repeating myself all night."

You struggle, but you manage to get out the words,

"Yes- yes I am. I'm a good girl for you."

Baekhyun dips down, removing his fingers from your mouth, making you gasp for air. His head slips next to yours, his lips pressing along your neck, licking down every inch of it. You feel his hot breath ghosting over you, leaving goosebumps. He whispers ragged, a high pitched strain on his vocal chords.

"What do you want me to do?"

You blink, confused, but just as quick as he asked the question, he's back to kissing your neck. This time, sucking harshly, biting and bringing his tongue to go over the harsh bite.

You open your mouth in an "O" shape, your eyes fluttering closed.

"I... I don't know, Baekhyun."

He blows air over his mark he gave you, and you feel his hand slithering up your leg once again, so close to where you wanted him most, but stopping short.

"Should I just do what I want then?" Baekhyun slowly pulls his head back from the crook of your neck, his expression one of mischievousness.

You nod shyly.

He nods back at you, releasing his hand off his cock. He carefully takes off his shirt, revealing his toned stomach, his muscular arms. You bite your lip as you watch the veins on his forearms protrude. He raises a single finger towards you, beckoning you to sit up. You submit to his request, letting both of your hands fidget with the hem of your dress as you look up at him.

"Take off your clothes. Now."

His tone wasn't one that you wanted to challenge. So you peel off the single piece of clothing you had on, your bra being the only thing that adorned your body. He whimpers at this, and you feel a warm feeling flooding your body. Your lower abdomen doing kickflips at his soft whine.

"Let me see all of you, princess." Baekhyun looks back behind him before he plops himself on the other side of the couch, his arms resting on the top of the cushions, his legs spread open. This almost felt like a crazy sex dream, with just how absurd and lewd this whole situation was. But you weren't complaining; no you were far from that. The only thing that bothered you about this was that he wasn't fucking you.

So you watched as he looked you up and down as you stood up, the dim light in the living room setting the steamy moment between the both of you. You unclasped the hooks from your bra, letting it hit the floor gently. You make your way over to him, and he does nothing but quirk his eyebrow up, his tongue going over his bottom lip. His right hand was clutching the cushion so tightly you were sure he could rip it open if he really wanted to.

"Get on your knees for me." His voice was nothing short of a whisper.

You let your knees hit the floor, your hands making their way to his legs. He lets his hand drag down his inner thigh, placing it lightly on top of yours. He gives you a curt nod, giving you permission to do what you wanted so badly to do. But a sudden thought enters your head, and you find yourself halting your actions.

"May I... Can I suck your cock, sir?"

His voice hitches, he then adjusts himself on the couch; you enjoy seeing him squirm.

"Say that again."

Baekhyun tightens his hand around yours, and your heart skips a beat when you let your eyes travel to his huge member. You see it twitch, becoming red with anticipation. You get a little cocky, you won't lie to yourself. You begin to think that although he's performing like a dominant guy, he was secretly into you taking control. So you smile this time, suddenly taking hold of him in your hand, watching as he takes his free hand to settle in his mouth, his teeth biting into his flesh.

"Sir, can I suck your cock?"

He throws his head back, and emits a small sob.

"Y-Yes. Do it."

That was all you needed.

You let your hand slowly drag up and down his shaft, the warmth from it was arousing to you. How badly did he want you right now? Just as much as you did, you hoped. You let your finger ghost over the tip, savoring the small grunts he let out. You scootch your body forwards, letting your lips kiss from the base of it, all the way to the top. He brings his head down, his eyes dusted with pure lust, his head lurching forward every couple of seconds.

You wrap your lips around him, and the delicious moan from his lips fill the room. You never wanted him to stop making those sounds; those fucking lewd noises. You would have never thought that he would have such a needy, begging side to him. You wanted to push it, wanted to see him under your complete control. So you stop, a string of salvia moving with you as you take your mouth off of him. He gives you a dangerous stare, he opens his mouth, but you get up, straddling him on the couch.

You let your finger trace his chin, then in one fluid motion, you let your own hand circle around his neck. You were scared, sure, but as soon as Baekhyun's features softened, you knew that you were right this entire time. He wanted to be dominated. You giggle to yourself, letting your ass rub against him, your mouth loosely open, watching as Baekhyun's face changes from confusion to a softened expression.

"Baekhyun... Tell me something." You let the words seductively roll off your tongue.

He's sweating now, not letting his brown eyes leave your own.

"I'm speaking to you, Baekhyun."

You take your hand away from his throat, and before he could even react, you slap him across his face. He's stunned for a moment, his hand squeezing your thigh. He waits before he looks back at you, but when he does, he grits his teeth and looks at you pleadingly.

"Yes, Y/N?"

His demeanor now submissive, you don't say anything, just look at him with a newfound feeling.

You were in charge now.

"I want you to eat me out."

"Princess, why don't you go back to where you were-"

Another slap this time, you don't let his words get to you. And just like that, Baekhyun knew who the fuck you were. What you wanted.

"O- of course."

He grabs you with both of his hands, lifting you off of him and slamming your body onto the couch so you're lying down. You shake your head, blowing a strand of hair from off your face. You get on your elbows, situating yourself so you mirrored the same position he was in when you were sucking his cock. He doesn't question you this time, and you smile to yourself as Baekhyun gets on his knees for you now; a perfect image of him flooding your senses.

"Can I- may I touch myself when I'm eating you out?"

It came out as a struggle, you could tell that he wasn't used to this. But you curtly nod.

"Thank you for asking. You're such a... good boy, Baekhyun."

He pauses at that, a happy look on his features. You realize maybe he has a praise kink.

You note that.

"- Yes you can."

So you watch he starts to stroke himself, eyeing the pre cum erupting from the tip of his pretty pink cock, not missing how he lets his fingers use it as lubrication. He inches to your pussy, now a sopping mess, licking his lips, his eyes daring to look up at you. He lets his left hand grab your leg, and then he's kissing it, sucking softly on your trembling skin. He drags his tongue all the way up, stopping as he reaches your neediness.

You wrap your fingers in his hair, twisting it and pulling it slightly. You feel that growing excitement in your abdomen again, and this time you were going to finally resolve it. He dips his face in between your legs fully now, his lips pressed against your clit, his tongue slowly leaving circles around it. You let out a small groan, tugging harshly on his blonde hair.

"More, Baekhyun. Fuck."

You hear his hand moving faster on his cock, the disgustingly lewdness turning you on.

He sucks harder on you, his hand pitching your inner thigh, then his entire hand grappling on it. His tongue moving faster, then changing pace to something slower, silencing any thought you had in your head. You begin to grind on his face, a hungry groan emitting from his throat, vibrating against your pussy. You gasp, your eyes looking towards the ceiling, you're in a state of pure bliss.

Baekhyun sucks on your clit roughly, using his teeth to gently bite down on it. He pulls it back slightly, then goes back to continue what he was doing before. His hand disappears from your leg, now rushing towards your clit, rubbing it in circles as he laps up the cum spilling from your entrance. Your body shakes almost violently, your legs tightening around his head. As you come down from your orgasm, you release your grip on his pretty locks, resting it on the side of you. He doesn't stop jacking himself off, not letting you catch a break, still riding the high of you cumming in his mouth.

When you feel yourself becoming too sensitive, you raise your voice,

"Baekhyun, stop."

At first he doesn't reply, just keeps on eating you out at a dangerous pace. You have to say it again,

"Baekhyun."

He pulls his head out from between your shaking legs, the white, sticky substance dripping off his chin, a crazy, delirious look staining his pretty face. He freezes, stopping his hand from stroking himself, placing his hands on his knees. You look down at him happily, loving how he listens to you so well, so easily.

"You taste so fucking good, you know that?" He croaks out, giving you a beaming smile.

"Yeah? Well," You stick your index finger out, wagging it at him to come to you, and he quickly climbs on the couch, looming over you, "Do you know what happens to good boys who listen?"

Baekhyun's bottom lip juts out, a sweet shade of pink.

"W- what?"

You smirk, grabbing his shoulder and pushing it downwards, his face only inches away from yours.

"They get a reward."

His adam's apple bobs up and down, his eyes looking towards your breasts, and before you could utter another word, you feel his lips kissing your collarbones. And really, he knew how to use those lips, that devilish tongue. You roll your eyes to the back of your head as he begins to wrap them around your nipple, his other hand pinching your other bud. He sucked harshly, biting on it, his tongue circling the areola. He doesn't miss a beat as he pops his swollen lips off, going to the one he was pinching.

"Fuck, Baekhyun."

You feel him smiling against your skin as he duplicates the same action, a couple seconds later he kisses your neck, then pulls back to look at you. You, who was so wrapped into what was happening, doesn't even hear what he says.

"Y/N? Can I fuck you, please? Fuck, please."

You shake your head, breaking from the trance of pleasure, blinking furiously to snap from the dizziness.

"Oh, um- ye- yes-"

You can't even muster up another word before you feel him unsheath his massive cock into you. You let out a string of high pitched moans, hearing them mix with the wet slaps of his thrusts against your body.

"F-fuck, I can't- I-" Baekhyun reaches an octave higher than even your own, and you open your eyes and place them on him, the veins on his arms buldging out, his abs more defined as he strokes his pulsating cock in your wet pussy.

You wrap your arms around his neck, his head diving into your neck, small, needing grunts echoing in your ear drums.

He slows his pace for a moment, and you let out a disappointing whine. He doesn't stop as he looks at you again, a bead of sweat dropping on your cheek. You bite your lip, his dick was so, so, fucking good.

"Y/N," His eyebrows upturned, "Can you sit on my cock?"

You breathily whisper,

"S-Say please."

"Please. Please, Y/N."

That was all it took for you, and the position changed from missionary to cowgirl. You sink yourself on top of him, the both of you moaning, his hands searching for something to grab. You grab them, placing them on your ass. You bring yourself up, then down, sighing from how full you felt.

He grips your ass tighter, his nails billowing deep into your skin. Baekhyun lets out small hiccups of moans as you quicken your pace, you reach to your breast, pinching your nipple as you whip your hair away from your face.

"Baekhyun... I'm so close." You whimper, feeling another orgasm coming on.

"Yeah? Fuck, you feel so good wrapped around my cock."

There's nothing but the sound of skin pounding against each other, breathy groans and whimpers from the both of you. Just as you're about to cum, he changes your pace, his hands moving your body up and down slower. He speaks slowly, gulping before he does.

"Can you... can you choke me? A-and call me a good boy again?" You wouldn't have noticed the change of color in his face, but you reveled in how cheeks turned a shade darker of red.

You don't say anything as you smirk, the both of you gasping in unison as you wrap each finger around his throat, squeezing it enough for him to finally give you a satisfied yet shy smile.

You quicken your pace again, the building sensation now something the both of you were feeling. You feel your walls clench around him, his cock growing in size inside of you. Baekhyun gasps for air, but you simply dig your fingers deeper around his neck. And finally... you- you-

"Fuck. You're such a good boy Baekhyun. You're a good boy-"

You release your hand on him, the both of you cumming together. You moan as you continue to ride him, and Baekhyun shakes underneath you, his hands dropping from your body to the couch, limp. He whimpers, releasing his seed inside of you, his face still that shade of red you loved on him, his eyes looking at you adoringly.

You let your body relax, pulling off of his cock, laying down on his chest. You trace your finger on his arm, still heaving from the amount of exercise you just did. Your legs feel numb, your pussy is sore, but that doesn't matter. In fact, you wished you could have sex with him again; anything to feel that sense of control that you had been wishing of having ever since Kyungsoo's death.

Baekhyun let's out a choke of a laugh, and you raise your head to look up at him.

"What?" You ask confused.

He shakes his head, closing his eyes and bringing his hand to push back his hair.

"That was... that was amazing. I- I never had sex that fucking... unreal before."

It's your turn to laugh now. You nod to yourself,

"I agree."

You guys don't say anything for a while, just trying to catch your breath. Once you felt like you had enough oxygen in your system, you snuggled into his arm, hesitant to ask him what was on your mind. To your surprise, just like he was reading your mind, he breaks the silence.

"What is it?" He questions you, but he seems nervous.

You don't say anything at first. Biting your lip, you anxiously ask him,

"Do you have a praise kink?"

Baekhyun sighs as he sits up, dragging you with him as you both lean on the arm of the couch. He looks elsewhere as he responds,

"I... I didn't know that I had one. I guess you kind of made me realize it. I really- no, I fucking love you taking control. I think all my life I've been the one who handled things, the one who had to look out for myself and my own needs. I didn't realize that maybe I needed someone to put me in my place, to change that repeated cycle that I was driving myself crazy with."

Your cheeks warm up, a knowing blush you didn't need a mirror to see, on full display from his words. He chuckles at that, kissing your cheek lightly. He clears his throat, his eyes not tearing away from your face as he takes some hair stuck to your forehead, pushing it back.

"I should be the one blushing, Y/N. Being called a good boy; shit. How embarrassing."

You shake your head, giggling.

"I think it's cute. Hot, even."

He raises his eyebrow, sticking his tongue out and jabbing a finger into your arm.

"Oh shut up. You're lying."

You shake your head again, looking down shyly.

"I think it's cute, really. Maybe I can be the person to whip you into shape."

His head bobs back and forth, his chin upwards as he smiles brightly at you.

"Maybe. But after listening to your rules all night... Can I ask you if you can obey one of mine?"

You sit up properly now, criss crossing your legs and crossing your arms against your chest to cover up your breasts, shy from them being out like that. Post sex was weird.

"Sure, I think you deserve it." You tease him, but he doesn't exactly match your humorous tone.

Instead he gives you that blank stare, his eyes looking as if they were black, his jaw tightened as he slips his hand on the small of your back.

"Can you say that you love me?"

You do a double take, not sure if he was fucking around or not. When you realize he was being serious- you roll your eyes, trying to make light of his request.

"C'mon Baekhyun," You punch his arm softly, but you watch as he cocks his head to the side, licking his lips, his eyes twitching, "Y-you're joking right?"

"Why would I be joking?" He says in a deadpan manner.

You were already naked, but somehow the way he said that made you feel naked from the inside as well. You knew that you glazed over the comment he made earlier about loving you, but the only reason you did was because you wanted to fuck him. It was clouded, a poor misjudgement on your part. Did you maybe delude him by not acknowledging it prior and having sex with him? Made it seem like it was okay to just throw things like 'love' out there so loosely? So easily?

"I- I don't know. Baekhyun, we just met. You can't possibly be..."

"In love with you? Why would that be so far fetched? Y/N," He sighs as he takes his hands to place on your shoulders, bringing you closer to his own naked body, "Who was there for you when your ex died?"

You feel your chest hurting, alarms ringing in your brain. You numbly whisper,

"You."

He clicks his tongue and nods.

"Who took care of you and made sure you didn't kill yourself?"

Again, you repeat quieter,

"You."

He gives you a smug side smile,

"Who covered for you when you murdered Jihyo?"

"You." A single tear falls from your eye, Baekhyun feigning an exaggerated gasp, pouting his lips as he wipes the liquid from your cheek.

"Right. Y/N, I'm not saying that you have to feel like you love me right now. I can't expect you to love me like that. All I'm asking is who was truly, there for you, cared so fucking deeply about your wellbeing, fuck, related to your pain? Y/N, can't you see? It's me. I will always, and I mean, always, be here for you. I just want your time, your presence. I feel like we compliment each other well; we can lean on each other and have each other's backs. Can you give me a chance?"

And maybe.

Maybe he was right after all.

But maybe you were an idiot.

"I- Baekhyun," You choke back a sob, "What if you hurt me?"

You let yourself drown in your feelings, the alarming remorse that you felt when Kyungsoo left you; cheated and died, leaving you alone. The horrible, demeaning thoughts you had of killing yourself, those feelings you never wanted to relive again. And then, you settled on the bright light burning through those dark memories. Baekhyun stepping into your thoughts, your home, your fucking body. How good it felt that someone wanted you, the sweet and believable feeling that a person could love you regardless of your flaws; the mistake you made. No other person would be like that.

"I would never- ever, hurt you."

You blink through blurry vision, raising your head to look straight at Baekhyun.

"I love you, Baekhyun."

You could be an idiot, you thought.

Just this once.

ch 1, ch 2, ch 3, ch 4,

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Military Wife

Chanyeol's wife takes over his YouTube channel, idol schedule, etc.

Pairing: Park Chanyeol x Reader

Genre: Fluff

Masterlist: here

Fic recs: YuuYuu2

a/n: Please note that all of this is fictional and the personalities of the characters are made specifically for the story! Please do not copy the story and post it elsewhere or on Tumblr!

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March 29, 2021

"Annyeonghaseyo~" Chanyeol said to the camera with you in the background, cooking up breakfast to eat before officially enlisting in the army. "Today, I'm going to be officially starting my army enlistment, my beautiful wife is cooking me a hefty breakfast as it will be my last meal of hers that I'll be eating for a very long time." Chanyeol pouted as he laid his head on your shoulder. You looked at the camera to see your hair in a messy bun, your bare face and glasses on, you scrunched your nose at the sight, "I look disgusting" you grimaced as you turned away from the camera. Chanyeol, clearly offended by what you said lifted his head from your shoulder and squinted his eyes at you, "I think you need to get your eyes checked again sweetness" He sneered out while pinching your cheeks. You stuck your tongue out at him childishly, he gasped dramatically before leaving the kitchen to show what he'd packed.

You set the food on the table and went to the bedroom to call Chanyeol. "Baby, it's time to eat" you said, pulling his hand gently as you both made your way to the dining table. He set the camera on the table with both of you in frame, he kissed your cheek in gratitude, "thank you for the food" you both said in unison before digging into the meal. After you finished eating, you washed the dishes as Chanyeol had to take a business call and also because you wanted him to enjoy his last day with you. He walked back into the living room and wrapped his arms around your waist, "we need to go my love" he mumbled against your shoulder as you dried the dishes. You hummed in acknowledgement, placing your head on his as you both swayed side to side, basking in the moment for you won't be in his arms for a long period of time.

Chanyeol started the car as you both got in the car and got comfortable, fixing your masks, hats and sunglasses before driving off. You took the camera and faced it towards Chanyeol who was holding your hand as you walked together, as he got in position, waiting for his name and number to be called, he smothered you in kisses, laying his head on your nape to smell your peony scent for the last time. "Park Chanyeol-00078" the soldier called out, Chanyeol stood up, you gave the camera to Sehun and gave Chanyeol a long and tight embrace. You kissed him, caressing his face to remember the feeling on his skin for as long as he would be away from you. "Goodluck Yeol, I love you, Eri and I will be waiting for you." You whispered as you released the hug and kisses his forehead.

You and the rest of Exo had come to see off Chanyeol, waved goodbye to him. Once he left, You and the Exo members separated ways, bidding goodbyes because you all had a packed schedule for the day. You glanced at the car key in your hand that held a picture of you and Chanyeol before unlocking his car and driving home. Once you arrived home, you took a quick shower and did your skincare before cleaning turning on the smart cleaner, diffuser and air purifier. You quickly sent the clips from the camera and sent them to Chanyeol's YouTube video editor before taking your phone and setting it up to start a live.

You watched the numbers increase slowly as you were using Chanyeol's instagram account, "Hello exo-l, you may be wondering why I'm here but Chanyeol asked me to take over his YouTube channel and ig lives for the time being since he'd just left to the military this morning and he didn't want you and I to be lonely." you said nervously, having never have interacted with them directly, they'd never even seen your face before but you were thankful that the comments were mainly compliments for you and encouragements. You continued to converse with the Exo-Ls as they gave ideas for you to do for Chanyeol's YouTube channel.

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April - June, 2021

You turned on the camera and pointed it towards your masked face in the elevator full of people, you waved at the camera as to not disturb others. When the elevator dinged, you held the camera close to your chest so that people wouldn't know where you and Chanyeol lived, you opened the car before starting the engine, while waiting for the oil to evenly distribute, you set up the camera in the car and took off your mask. "Hey everyone, today I have a meeting to attend with the EXO members and staff to discuss what'll happen next." You announced as you pulled down the sun visor to pull out your shades.

You took your phone and went on Spotify to play your favorite morning song, "Instagram - DEAN" (dean come back :,) ) before driving off to the SM office building. "Since I haven't had my breakfast and the guys probably haven't eaten either, I'm going to take a quick trip to the Starbucks drive-thru to get some coffee and paninis for everyone" you announced to the camera as you got into line. Once you got your breakfast and coffee, you fixed your scarf before taking a turn and pulling into SM's parking lot. You took the camera and walked into the building after swiping Chanyeol's card, you knocked on the wooden door to the meeting room before entering, "Ooooo it's EXO's new member" Baekhyun cheered as you placed your coffee on the table, "Noona you're an angel" Sehun said and hugged your arm as his eyes caught sight of the single bubble tea in your hand which was especially for him, you pinched his cheek before giving it to him.

You set up the camera in front of you as you sat next to Sehun. "So you will be taking over Chanyeol's photoshoots with Prada and some other brands, they've already agreed to you taking over, then we have the NNG YouTube channel and instagram lives" the director explained as you made a mental note in your head, nodding at his words. "Hyung, isn't that a lot for noona, she's going to have to do this for a year right?" Sehun said as he sipped on his bubble tea. "Since you will be doing these, the paychecks will be sent to your own account and not Chanyeol's, however since you both have a shared account, we will be sending the money there and sending emails of the receipts so you can keep track of it." The director said as you nodded while sipping on your coffee. The meeting goes on for another 2 hours, the clock striking 12 am when you finished.

"y/n are you going to go home straight away?" Kai asked while you put on your sunglasses, "yeah, why?" you asked while weaving your fingers through your locks, "We're having lunch together, you should come noona" He said as fixed his cross-body bag. Sehun nodded enthusiastically, "sure why not" you said as you compiled all the trash to throw in the trash bin on the way out.

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July - September, 2021

"Hey Exo-L it's me again, I hope you're not too bored by me, based on the views you guys seem to enjoy these vlogs" You smiled at the camera as you put on your light skincare and sunscreen. "Today, I have a photoshoot with Prada so I need to use really light skincare and sunscreen since the makeup artists need a clean base, I'm also using vaseline to moisturize my lips so that they would have an easier time to apply the lip products" You said as you pat your skin. "Today, I've already eaten breakfast so I can go to the studio straight away." You said as you grabbed your bag to show the camera, "They told me to bring a pair of slippers, some different colored bras and my usual necessities." You said as you pointed towards the items in the bag, picking it up before turning off the lights and heading towards the lift and to the lobby to wait for her ride.

"Today Sehun's kindly driving me to the studio so I won't be lonely, he also needs to take Vivi to the pet groomer near the studio." You said, Sehun arrives a minute later and opens the door for you, "Noona good morning" He said as he gave you an iced americano, "hi Vivi, thank you Sehunnie, say hi to the camera" You said as you set up the camera in the car, he waved towards the camera before driving off to the studio. You went up the stairs to get to the studio's floor, bowing towards the staff before sitting on the makeup chair and setting up the camera.

"You know what, I've always been curious about you especially because Chanyeol is literally obsessed with you, he always talks about you and brags about you, even when he has photoshoots with other female models, he talks about you to them and just minds his own business." the makeup-artist said as you giggled, "yeah that sounds like him" you said as you closed your eyes. "I'd always known that Chanyeol would have a beautiful wife but seeing you in person is just, I'm so awestruck, Exo-L can you believe y/n looks like this naturally." He said as applied eye primer and eyeshadow unto your eyelids, "Oh my, you're making me blush" you said as you fanned yourself. "It's true, if you ask the others they'd say the same too, Yeonji isn't y/n the prettiest person you've ever met" He asked the hairstylist as she walked by.

"She is, and she's really sweet too, I used to think Chanyeol was either just all sweet talk about her but now that she's here she's definitely all that." She said as she prepared the hair equipment. "I can see why Prada agreed to have you model in place of Chanyeol for the mean time, you should try modeling, you've got the proportions, face and height for it." she said as Jaehyung (the makeup artist) gasped and nodded in agreement. You put on the clothes after he finished doing your makeup, since you would be modeling, they changed the wardrobe to the women's collection. You walked unto the set and started posing, while you were busy with the photoshoot, the Yeonji and Jaehyung helped film you, "She's a natural isn't she?" he asked her as zoomed into your face to show your expression.

You walked off the set as the photographer announced the end of the session, smiling at Jaehyung and Yeonji, you sat back on the makeup chair as Jaehyung handed the camera to Yeonji to record as he removed your makeup, "y/n you're such a natural you should really try out modeling, I can see so many brands wanting to work with you, you just have this vibe that's immaculate." Yeonji said as you laughed, "Thank you Yeonji" you said as your phone rang, "Hello?" you said as Chanyeol's sister responded to you, "Hey y/n my baby's missing you, he's been asking for his y/n princess, why don't you come to mum's house after you finish with your schedule." she said as you heard the chants of "y/n princess" in the background from the one and only baby in the house. You chuckled, "yeah sure, I'll be there in a few minutes" you said as she thanked you the way a parent would to a babysitter.

You walked back into the car after bidding everyone goodbye and thank you before turning the camera on again. "So guys, a change of plans, my sister in law told me that my nephew is looking for me so we're on the way to my mum's house right now." You said as you placed your bag beside you, taking a sip of your water before driving off. Pulling into the driveway, you turned off the engine as soon as you parked the car, as soon as you got out of the car the little boy ran to your legs, hugging them tightly, you picked him up, kissing his cheeks as his giggles fill your ears. You greeted your sister-in-law and her husband as well as your parent-in-laws, your mother-in-law ushering you in to eat lunch, you took a video of tea time with your sister-in-law in the garden once the little boy had fallen asleep, during lunch and during playtime with the boy. You bid them goodbye before getting into the car, "So that's all for today y'all, stay tuned to see what'll happen next, thank you for watching, please like and subscribe, thank you , bye bye ~" You said waving at the camera before the blinking red light turns off.

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January - March, 2022

The video starts blurry, you wiped the camera lens, "Hey guys, today is my free day so I'll just show you what I do in my free time, since I'm missing Chanyeol more than ever today, I'm going to be chilling in his studio after making myself some tea." You said as you adjusted the camera to show how you make your morning tea. "I usually drink coffee when I need to do work so when I'm on one of those relaxing days, I like to drink green tea and spearmint tea just to you know, relax and vibe I guess. " You said as you filled the mug with hot water, taking a sip before grabbing the camera, "let's go" you said as you made a bee line to the studio. "As you can see, right there is Chanyeol's precious gaming chair, his guitar and other instruments, there on the left side of the room reside my electric guitar, violin and our shared microphone, this studio is soundproof since we both record a lot of tracks in this room." You said while pressing the foam on the walls.

You placed the camera in front of you, right below the computer's monitor, you played some tracks and recorded some tracks, before playing some of Chanyeol's songs. "When I miss Chanyeol, I play. his music so that I can hear his voice, cheesy I know." You said as you arranged your Spotify queue, "you may be wondering what I do for a living, I work as a freelance music producer and painter, I produce tracks for a lot of people including EXO, NCT (only side tracks), etc. I usually just produce tracks on a whim or you know if they're from large companies who can afford then I produce special made tracks for the certain group." You said as you responded to an email, requesting you to create a track for their group. "And I just so happened to have gotten a new request for a track so you'll be able to see a glimpse of what it's like as a music producer, so before making a request for a track I require the group's vibe and what kind of concept they're going for then I research about their group and find out what their voices are like so that I can match the lines to their voices, no I don't do the lyrics distribution I just need to make sure that the song compliments all their voices." You explained as you searched through their fan accounts. "I like to search through fan accounts since they seem to know more or pay attention to more details than the company and also so I can see what they want." You said while creating some basic beats.

"This group wants a rock kind concept, so I need to get my electric guitar and plug it to connect to my computer, I usually just do random melodies until it comes to me." You said you strummed on the guitar. "Once that's finished I then add some harmonization in place of the lyrics." You said as you turned on the mic, bringing it closer to your mouth as you created random melodies and harmonies. "After that I see what I want to do with the melodies, here I want to loop this harmony right here then I want to do doubling for this one, once the instrumental is made I then start to write lyrics." You explained, saving the file in case something happens, "For lyrics, I usually just listen to the track on repeat and maybe listen to some music with the same themes and vibes or even read sometimes to get into the mood." You explained while looking for your notebook, "I prefer writing on my notebook since it helps me think more, in my opinion." You said while writing down some lyrics in your notebook.

"Then once I finalize the lyrics I play the instrumental and sing the lyrics to see if they match then I record it so that I can edit whatever break I see." You said as you sang the lyrics that you'd written, making cuts every now and then, "Once the demo is ready, I take about 2 days to re-edit the track before sending it to the company for them to revise it and see what they'd like me to change." You mumbled out as you bit your lip in concentration. "At this time I usually get hungry so I usually have toast to keep me full for the mean time before the clock strikes 12." You chuckled out as your stomach grumbled, you stood up to grab a snack in the cabinet before walking back into the room and resuming your activity.

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April - August, 2022

"Hey guys, welcome back, I'm currently on the way to the pet daycare for Toben to play with his friends and get professionally groomed." You said while adjusting the camera and pulling down your sunglasses, you pointed the camera towards Toben in the back who's excited to go to the daycare. You pulled into the driveway of the daycare, Toben's tail wagging a million times faster than before, you took the camera and went out the driver's seat to attach Toben's leash and carry him out the car. You walked into the Daycare with the camera facing Toben in order to not show the staff's faces.

"Good morning" You greeted each other as the caretaker for the day opened the gate to let an excited Toben run into the playing pen. You bid your goodbyes as you walked back to the car, placing the camera back on the tripod. "So guys, today I don't have a schedule to attend to so I'll be painting a new painting in our painting room, I'm not sure if you guys have seen our apartment in a video before but you'll get to see the art room which is my favorite room today." You said before the camera cut to you in the apartment's lift with the camera facing your jacket.

As the elevator dinged, you walked out of the private elevator that lead to the entrance and then to your home's door. "You guys may be wondering why I was alone in the elevator," You said as you hung your coat, spraying it with disinfectant, "our apartment has a private elevator for each unit and you can only go up to your designated floor with your access card so no one can get in and if they do, Chanyeol and I installed this door as you can see here, just to feel safer and incase something happens." You unlocked the door and walked in as the lights automatically turned on.

You walked through the hallway to go to your art room, "Here is my art room and where I almost always am," You explained as you opened the door, the sunshine shining through the translucent curtains, your messy paint station standing out with splatters of paint here and there, "So in this room there's actually a connecting room where we keep my paintings that are either about to be sold, going to be given to someone or can't fit in our living room," You elaborated as you opened another door to show your paintings in the large room. "Recently, I've been really into clay so over here on the shelves you can see my clay works that I've done, so today I'm planning to add another clay work unto the shelf. " You said as you pointed at the tall shelf.

"I'm thinking of doing something like a ring holder because Chanyeol and I love to wear rings not to mention our promise rings so we need a place to put them, I'm making a circular plater with a tongue out and an ace card on it, I want the smile to be a smirk instead." You commented as your applied water unto the clay and molded it into its shape. "Now it the time to let it dry and tomorrow I need to flip it then tomorrow night I'll be able to paint and varnish the platter."

"I guess that's all for today guys, I can't wait for September guys!" You squealed, "I'll see you guys next week for some more y/n content, bye!" You said.

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September 22, 2022

"Hey guys, it's officially d-day, my bubs Chanyeol's coming back and I can't wait I'm sure you guys are as ecstatic as I am, but unfortunately we still have 2 hours until he gets discharged, right now I'm finishing whatever notes I have to finish for my class next week so that I can have as much free time as possible this week before Yeol and I get really busy next week." You said as the clip fast forwarded to you showing your phone's lock screen, "It's currently 10:30 am, so it's time to get ready to pick Sehun up in 45 minutes" You said as you stood up from your desk to walk to your vanity. "Today will just be a simple look, I want to look flawless since Yeol will be seeing me again for the first time in a year and we're gonna take a lot of pictures so I need to look snatched." You said as you patted in your skincare, "The air has been pretty dry lately so I'm adding an extra moisturizing barrier with a moisturizing primer, then I'm going in with some tinted eye serum, next I'm going to apply some tinted sunscreen to cover up any trouble areas, then finally before setting powder, I'm going to apply bronzer unto my eyelids, nose, some light pink blush on the apples of my cheeks and a lip tint for my lips, lastly to keep this all intact and yes I did put on sunscreen before this clips, I'm going to pat some setting powder and then setting spray and you're all done!" You said as you fanned your face to help the setting spray dry.

"I'm thinking of wearing this dress since today's a special occasion, it's a Miu Miu Bow-embellished Cady Dress (bows in the middle of the chest one) and I'm wearing this with my matching Miu Miu bow detail slingback pumps. I like my hair straight so I usually don't curl it but I will put a headband on and that's the outfit for today!" You said as you stood in front of the full length mirror. You took your phone and showed the time, "It's currently 11:15 am which means it's time to pick our baby Sehun up." You said as the clip cut to you pulling up to SM's building, "Oh Sehun, noona's here come down" you said into the speaker as Sehun replied with a hum, he opened the door and took a seat in the passenger seat.

"Noona, you look so pretty" Sehun said as he smiled a cheeky smile, you punched his arm playfully while thanking him, you placed a bouquet of flowers in his hand, "Hold onto this for me, I'm afraid it'll break if I put it in the back." You said as you stepped on the gas. Sehun connected his phone to the car's bluetooth and you both basically had a Sehun and y/n version of James Cordon's carpool karaoke. When you got to the place, you held Sehun's hand in anticipation as they started listing off the names, at this time the camera is in Sehun's hand because if it were in yours the viewers would get a migraine. "park Chanyeol" The general announced as Chanyeol repeated his full name and position, he marched towards you. When the general got to another soldier's name Chanyeol's arms engulfed you in a tight hug, a few tears here and there as you basked in each other's embrace.

"I missed you so much" You both whispered to each other before parting, his arms still on your waist and your palms on his face. You wiped his tears as you leaned into a kiss, a kiss that held all the emotions you both felt at that moment. After you both calmed down, Chanyeol turned towards Sehun and embraced him in a hug, you took the camera as they exchanged a few words, you gave him the bouquet as you both walked to the car. The rest of EXO had come to congratulate him and went in their own seperate ways, leaving you with Chanyeol. Chanyeol took the camera and pointed it towards you as you got the car ready, "Hey guys, it's been such a long time since we last met, I hope you guys enjoyed my wife's content although I'm sure you did because she's a very busy person, baby did you know that I saw your photoshoots, you looked so hot babe." Chanyeol said, catching a glimpse of you as directing his attention on you, the whole ride home he hadn't let go of your hand.

The clip cuts to the kitchen where you where chopping vegetables with Chanyeol hugging you from behind. "Isn't this familiar to you bubs?" Chanyeol asked as his chin rested on your shoulder, you giggled remembering the day he had to enlist, when you both were in the exact position as you are right now. "Yeah I remember" you said as you leant your head against his. The clip cuts to you and Chanyeol sitting on your dining table, your hands interlocked with each other and in casual home clothes as you told him all about what you had been doing while he was gone and what he had been doing in the military. Chanyeol washed the dishes as you cleaned the table, Chanyeol told you he had a surprise for you and told you to close your eyes, he led you to the bathroom where a bathtub with a bath bombs, flowers and candles were. You gasped, today was supposed to be his special day but he made it his mission to be your special day instead, you turned around in his arms, kissing him out of frame as you thanked him and complimented him on how thoughtful he is.

"This is the part where all cameras are turned off and it's just me and you baby" Chanyeol grinned down at you as you nodded in agreement, "That's all for today guys, I hope you enjoyed my content, congratulations to us we have our Chanyeollie back!" you squealed as Chanyeol chuckled at your excitement, caressing your back as you tied up your hair into a bun, getting ready to get in the bathtub. "Bye!" you said as you and Chanyeol waved at the camera.

original work of @yunojeyes

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biaswreckingfics · 2 years ago

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Can I request 131 with exo chanyeol??? 🙇🏾‍♀️🙇🏾‍♀️ 💕 need to fill my spoopy heart 🖤😌

Demon!Chanyeol + Spooky -Hope this fills your spoopy heart 🖤-

TW: set in a mental hospital

(Go ahead and pray. See what good it does.)

"Here's your pills."

You glare at the nurse as she holds the clear cup out to you. The colorful pills inside slide along the bottom when she shakes them. Reluctantly, you grab the cup and throw the drugs into your mouth while she waits patiently for you to swallow. She hands you a small cup of water and you take a big, greedy gulp before showing her your empty mouth.

"I'm not crazy."

"I know, dear."

She takes the cups from you and turns away. You silently curse at her back because of her placating tone. She thinks you're crazy. They all do, which just really pisses you off. They think they're helping by telling you what you want to hear. In reality, they're making you feel more alone and causing you to question yourself.

You know what you experienced was real. Nothing you told them had been made up, and you certainly haven't had a mental breakdown.

Something evil is messing with you.

It all started a few weeks ago. The footsteps and banging that suddenly filled your apartment quickly turned sinister. Scratches and bruises would show up on your body for no reason, something had physically pushed you from behind when you were walking down the hallway and then came the hallucinations. You'd see a fire break out in your room only for it to be gone moments later.

When you went to the local church for help, they turned you away because you weren't a member of their congregation. You tried another close by church and it was a similar story - you weren't in their denomination so their hands were tied. It was bullshit.

You contacted your local paranormal group, but the earliest they could get to you was still a week away. You thought you could make it, but one particularly bad night had you running out of your apartment screaming. The neighbors called the cops and you were sent for a psych evaluation, which was also bullshit. It's 2022. A shit ton of people believe in ghosts, but they draw the line at demons?

You turn back into your sterile, white room, feeling angry all over again. When the door shuts behind you, you assume it's the nurse, but then that rotten sulfuric smell floods your nostrils. Your heart pounds rapidly as you turn around toward the stench and find a man blocking your exit.

His almond eyes and round cheeks give off an innocent appearance, but you can physically feel the darkness rolling off of him in waves. He already towers over you height-wise, but the evil presence that he's projecting makes him feel even bigger, more powerful.

Immediately, you yell for the nurses, doctors, anybody that can freaking hear you, and the man laughs. It's a deep sound, and it sends chills up and down your spine.

"Nobody can hear you." His eyes turn fully black as he says, "Nobody is going to come and save you. You're mine to play with how I want."

Prayers fall from your lips. If he's truly a demon like you think, then only good can save you, so you try to put as much power behind your words as you can.

The demon only laughs, amused by your attempt. "Go ahead and pray. See what good it does."

As he approaches you, you back up into a corner and hope someone hears your prayers, but you fear they never will.

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kgyeomiex · 3 years ago

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We Got Married

“Ever since we met, I’ve known that we’re special. That the way we talk and laugh around each other is different than everyone else. That I will never meet anyone I can trust as much as I trust you. And I think most people search their whole lives to find what we’ve already found. “

Summary: You were just another Korean Idol doing anything you can to make a living till all of sudden an opportunity falls into your lap. You would always joke with your manager about signing you up for the reality show we got married; everything was fun and games until you suddenly get the news that you were now going to be apart of the show. Not only were you slightly excited, you were slightly terrified at that fact that… your husband can be anyone… Who will it be? What will happen?

Previous Parts:

Part 1 // Part 2 //

Part 3 is here~

More Parts:

Part 4 // Part 5

Masterlist

You have no idea how this all happened. However, whatever the case is... You were on the ground and Chanyeol was right on top of you having his face inches away from yours.

What the hell should you say? The two of you were completely frozen staring right at each other and you suddenly felt your heartbeat out of your chest. This is the closest you have gotten to your husband...

“I-I’m sorry,” Chanyeol says, not breaking eye contact once so ever. You were going to respond but it felt like your mouth was completely dry and unable to speak.

Shit...

Chanyeol slowly got up trying his hardest not to hurt you. The moment he was on his two feet, he grabbed ahold of your hand and helped you up. You were now on your two feet trying your hardest to think what you were going to say...

“I-it’s okay... I’m fine...” For some reason, you have no idea why the situation suddenly felt so awkward.

Maybe it was because you had a closer look at Chanyeol and realized wow this boy is good-looking... This husband of yours is good-looking...

“Are you hurt?” Chanyeol asked, grabbing a hold of your arm and you smiled. Not only is he good-looking... But he seems to care if he hurt you or not... That was cute...

“I’m okay, don't worry... My clumsy self seems to be against gravity,” you said and Chanyeol chuckles at your comment. You were so caught up in what just happened, you looked around and tried to snap back into reality.

The cameras were still rolling, and they were pointing at the two of you.

“Where were we again?” You asked Chanyeol and he smiled.

After exchanging gifts for one another you suddenly got a card that was for the two of you. It was in a red envelope so Chanyeol and you had no idea what the card could possibly say.

“Do you want to open it or should I?” You asked Chanyeol as you held the card and he shrugged.

“You can open it if you’d like.” At this point, it doesn’t matter who opens the card if you think about it. Either way, the two of you are going to read what’s on the card regardless.

The moment you opened the card, you looked at what it had to say... And there it mentions a wedding photoshoot. Oh, my... You were excited about the idea of having a photoshoot, however you have watched We Got Married before and during the show, you would watch the couples get extremely close with one another and some had to kiss their partner.

What if things get awkward if the two of you kiss? Aish what are you saying? Again, here you are being completely paranoid for no reason.

“A couple photoshoot?” Chanyeol asks, looking at you and you silently nod your head. You had no idea what Chanyeol was possibly thinking, however at your end you were a nervous wreck...

“I’m so used to take photoshoots by myself or with my members, this is all going to be a completely new experience for me,” Chanyeol says as he stared down at the card and for some reason, you could feel your cheeks heating up just at the thought of how close the two of you were going to get tomorrow.

Unfortunately, after moving in, you had a call from your manager calling you in for practice. You had to leave Chanyeol earlier than expected, however you were so lost in your thoughts about what could happen in the photoshoot, you were distracted the whole-time during practice. In the beginning, you were hoping no one would catch on, but that’s far too late to hope...

“Uh? Earth to Y/N,” You looked over to your leader and smiled.

“Sorry did you say something?” You asked, trying to snap back to reality and she gave one glance at the members.

“You’re officially distracted, what’s up?” Ji Hee asked, looking directly at you and you smiled.

“Nothing... I swear.” That was a complete lie however you didn’t want to tell them about the photo shoot because knowing your band members... They would either tease you, invite themselves to see the photo shoot, or... They will do the what-ifs and right now you don't want to think about scenarios that could happen between Chanyeol and you.

“Bullshit,” Yu Na responds, and as much as you tried to prevent yourself from telling the truth... It was nearly impossible to keep anything a secret with them...

“Okay... FINE! There is a photoshoot tomorrow... “You had a feeling one of your band members were just about to invite themselves to your shoot, so you just stood there and watched them all looking at you.

“We’re invited right?”

“Oh my god! THE COUPLE PICTURES!”

“Please say we can go,”

“I swear I better be the first one to see the pictures first,” You looked at all your band members speak one by one, and you had no idea who to answer first or what to say.

“Guys, one at a time... I don’t know if I can invite anyone anyways...” It’s not like you didn’t want your members there but it’s just you didn’t know if you were able to invite anyone along with you. Plus, you knew that Chanyeol and you were going to be taking pictures getting very close and you knew your bandmates... They were going to make the moment even more awkward than it probably will be.

“Come on! When can we meet him?” Yu Na asks, looking right at you and you sighed.

“Look I promise when I have the chance to invite you guys over, I will bring you to meet Chanyeol.” Just looking at your bandmate's facial expression you could tell they weren’t happy however they knew you kept your word no matter what.

“Fine,” You smiled and tried to mentally prepare yourself for the big shoot.

Chanyeol’s Point of View

“So, when can we finally meet your wife?” Baekhyun asks as he watches me get ready and I look over at him. I told the boys that I would let them know when it’s the perfect time to meet my wife, however, I don’t know when Y/N will be ready.

I don’t want her to feel uncomfortable and pressure her to meet my bandmates. Maybe today during the photoshoot I should try talking to her and see what I can do.

“I have no idea... But I’ll let you know soon,” I said looking at Baekhyun and he nodded.

“Wait who did you say it was again?” Xiumin asks, adding himself into the conversation and before I could speak Baekhyun answers for me.

“Y/N.” Although she just recently debuted, the boys knew exactly how she is and always happened to sing songs from her group.

“We have to meet her,” Xiumin automatically said, and I shook my head.

“Look, tomorrow is my photoshoot with her. While we are at the shoot I’ll ask and from that point, I’ll let you know when you can meet her,” before I could say anything else my phone suddenly began to ring, and I made my exit.

Your Point of View

Chanyeol and you entered a building you were told to go into. You had no idea what was happening and how this photoshoot was supposed to be like, however, the moment you two got in, they were so quick to welcome the two of you and from that point, you two were separated and on your way to go try on dresses and Chanyeol to go try on suits.

You were a bit surprised at how fast they seemed to attend you, however you were a bit excited to see how this photo shoot went. To be honest, if any of these photos come out good you were planning to keep it even if you aren’t married to Chanyeol...

However, it’s for memories right...

The moment you entered a room, your eyes widened when you looked at all of the stylists there ready to dress you up.

You watched the show before and you watched the way they got glammed up for this specific moment but damn you didn’t think they were going to be this serious about this...

“Y/N?” One of the ladies asked as she looked right at you, and you just awkwardly nodded your head.

“Um... I’m her...” Before you knew it, they grabbed your hand, and you were now on your way to getting dressed up and putting your makeup on.

You looked down at the white dress you were wearing and you could feel your heart racing. You have no idea what Chanyeol is going to even think when he even sees you... Wait, how will Chanyeol look? Probably handsome of course...

You picked up the dress a bit just so you didn’t drag it and get it dirty and followed a woman who was leading you to where the first photo shoot was going to be.

“How does it feel having a husband?” The woman asks, trying to have small talk as you two walks down a long narrow hall. You looked at her and smiled.

“It’s different. I mean in the beginning, it was a bit scary because technically I’m getting married to someone I barely know,” she nodded her head and smiled.

“Well, you’re getting married to Chanyeol, he’s extremely handsome.” You couldn’t disagree with that. Chanyeol is good looking and on top of that, he’s sweet. So not only were you lucky to have a handsome husband, but you were also lucky to even have a sweet husband as well.

“You’re right... And he’s sweet and honestly now that I think about it, I’m glad Chanyeol was chosen to be my husband,” you said to this random stranger and all she does is smile.

“Do you ever think that there could be a future between the two of you?” She asks and the truth has you had no idea how to even answer that. Like honestly you never sat there and ever questioned whether after this marriage the both of you suddenly grow a relationship...

Is it even likely to happen?

After watching We Got Married with other idols, they never end up dating and the thing is you would assume that they would consider seeing each other after the show especially because it seems like they have such good chemistry with one another, but jokes are on the audience...

“Probably not... I mean Chanyeol can find someone who could probably make him happy. He’s only with me right now due to the show...” The lady took one look at you, and she gave you the “it’s okay,” smile but you didn’t need anyone's sympathy...

At last, you arrived at your first scene where you were going to take your first pictures and you could feel the cameras being pointed in your direction which means one thing and one thing only, Chanyeol must be waiting.

You were already nervous walking over to the scene but now that you were about to approach Chanyeol you felt like your heart was going to explode at any second. What the hell do you do? What do you say?

Slowly but surely, you continued to walk till you noticed a figure right there standing patiently waiting for you. His back was turned from you, so he didn’t notice that you were approaching but you were so nervous... You were scared because you had no idea what Chanyeol was going to think when he saw you in this dress...

Every step you took you felt your heart pick up its pace and you felt hands getting sweaty. Breath... Just breathe...

You didn’t understand why but this very moment felt like you were in a real wedding scene. The wedding wasn’t happening just yet, this is only the photoshoot.

At last, when you finally approached Chanyeol, you slowly tapped him on the shoulder and right then and there he turned around and looked right at you.

“Y/N you m-” he stopped himself from talking and looked at you from head to toe. This was the moment of truth... The moment where you hear what Chanyeol has to say about your look.

You could feel his eyes glued to you and from this point on you suddenly began to feel bad. You have no idea whether Chanyeol is probably judging you in his head and not thinking much about it.

“Woah, you look... Beautiful,” Chanyeol suddenly blurts out and you couldn’t help but suddenly blush. You weren’t expecting that from Chanyeol, instead clearly you were expecting the worst.

(Flash to the interview)

Interviewer to Chanyeol: “What was your first thought when you first saw Y/N in the wedding dress?”

Chanyeol: “I was completely speechless... The moment I took one good look at her I almost forgot to even speak... Eventually, I realized I was on television and thought ``ahh what do I say...”

Interviewer to you: “Were you nervous to approach Chanyeol?”

You: “Yes... I mean I know Chanyeol is my husband, I was nervous to see what his opinion was based on my dress... Like what if he didn’t like it... Then what?”

“Thank you,” you said smiling at Chanyeol and catching you completely off guard, Chanyeol stretched out his hand and you slowly placed your hand on top of his and smiled.

“Ready to take those pictures?” Chanyeol asked you and you nodded your head.

“I’m ready,” the two of you were holding hands and began to walk to where the photographer was waiting for the two of you.

As soon as the both of you were in front of the photographer a huge smile spread across the photographer's face when he looked down at the two of us holding hands.

Although Chanyeol and you didn’t know each other and are suddenly married, Chanyeol makes unexpected moves that catch you off guard however you do find it cute. You didn’t expect Chanyeol to make any sudden moves, but he grabbed your hand.

You didn’t know whether to expect any other moves from this boy, however, you were kind of excited to see what Chanyeol is capable of doing.

“So, I’m assuming that the both of you are close?” The photographer asked Chanyeol, and he looked over at you and nodded.

“Just a little bit,” you had no idea why Chanyeol was looking over at you, however you didn’t mind especially because Chanyeol looked extremely handsome in his suit.

“Well, today you two are going to get a lot closer,” you had no idea what that was supposed to mean however you were ready for anything.

“Can’t wait,” you blurted out and Chanyeol smiled at you as you did the same to him.

The first scene was supposed to be a married couple down at the park. To be honest, you have no idea why a couple would come down to the park, however instead of questioning anything, you did everything the photographer asked you to do.

You sat down on a swing and looked over at the cameraman.

“Chanyeol, I want you to creep behind your beautiful wife and act as if you’re ready to surprise her. Y/N I would like you to look down and casually swing.” You nodded and you did as you were told.

You could hear Chanyeol suddenly chuckling behind you. You took one glance at him and noticed Chanyeol becoming a smiling mess.

“I don’t know what to do,” Chanyeol secretly whispered to you, and you smiled. You knew he didn’t want to tell the photographer, so you decided to give him some tips.

“Just ignore the camera and let's act as if I’m here not having a clue, you’re behind me,” you said and Chanyeol nodded his head and smiled.

You now begin to look down at the ground as if you were casually swinging, having no clue what Chanyeol is possibly doing behind you.

As you stared at the ground, you could hear the camera flash and the photographer complementing the two of you or giving the two of you some tips.

One by one pictures were being taken till you were now asked to do different poses. There was one where Chanyeol came from behind you looking right at you over your shoulder and you looked back at him. That pose was hard to maintain especially since the both of you would suddenly blurt out laughing the longer you two stared at one another.

“Come on, look at each other as if you two are madly in love with one another,” well that was kind of hard to request especially because you have never been in love.

Chanyeol tried his hardest to retain his smile and looked right at you. You continued to stare right back at him, and that moment for some strange reason the more he was looking directly at you... It felt like it was only the two of you there. You forgot that there was a photographer around you taking your pictures with Chanyeol and you completely ignored the noise that was being made around the two of you.

The both of you stood there looking right at each other not saying a single thing. Just the two of you staring right into each other's eyes till...

“PERFECT!” You two fell out of the trance and you put all your attention on the photographer.

One by one the both of you would go to different sceneries and take different types of pictures with different kinds of poses. Everything was going by smoothly till it was time for a picture that involved Chanyeol and you to kiss.

You didn’t mind sharing a kiss with Chanyeol, but you were a bit worried about how this could turn out. You have no idea how you are as a kisser, and you were a bit afraid that the moment Chanyeol’s lips touched yours he would hate it.

Yes, that is what you were worried about.

“I know the both of you may be scared of the idea of kissing one another but pretend the both of you are in drama acting for the camera,” well that’s one of putting it.

This picture included Chanyeol and you on the couch. You laid your head on Chanyeol’s lap. As you were looking up Chanyeol was looking down. This was the part where Chanyeol had to lean in and kiss you, but he looked more nervous than you were.

“Don’t hesitate, just let it happen,” the photographer instructed Chanyeol, and he smiled and started laughing.

“I’m sorry,” Chanyeol said to you, and you smiled.

You didn’t care just because it was good to know that you weren’t the only one who was freaking out about this whole kissing scene.

“Don’t worry about it,” Chanyeol tried to recollect himself and was now staring at you once again.

Before you know it Chanyeol was now leaning in. You felt your heart beating out of your chest and your cheeks heating up.

This is not happening... This is not happening...

You were trying to process what was happening, but everything was going by too quickly. Before you know it Chanyeol’s lips were touching yours.

Holy shit.

To Be Continued

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baekxytocin · 3 years ago

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Happy Birthday 2022, Byun Baekhyun (M)

Fluff, Mature, Romantic, Sensitive, Smut in the latter story, Songfic

Warning: Contains mature, sensitive content. Please read at your own risk.

Character:

Baekhyun and Reader

EXO Members

‘Everyone here is the winner’

2126 words

“No, cut small like this. If you cut it big, it will not be going to cook” and all members are watching D.O. teaching you and Chanyeol the new recipe.

“But I want to cut like this, I don’t like eating small sizes. Eating it big satisfies me” Chanyeol argues.

“Then, don’t blame me if yours is not cooked. Look at her, at least she listens to me” making the other members laugh at the scene.

“I do thank you for having a surprise birthday party just now. But I can’t believe you are really having a cooking class here on my birthday too. You are an outstanding cook, Kyungsoo. Hurry up. I want to bring her home. Can’t you do it tomorrow?” Baekhyun pouts.

“If I do this tomorrow, you will get suspicious, probably jealous. I know you too well so I better get this done today” D.O.’s answer makes the members continue to laugh.

“Huh, unbelievable” Baekhyun scoffs.

“Chanyeol…. I think your meatball has….” Xiumin takes a look at the pan controlled by Chanyeol. “Oh, no!!!!” the boys are chortle with the mess while D.O. is only shaking his head.

“I guess her dishes are the only one that is edible” Lay adds fuel to the fire. “Hyung! Taste mine too! Her cooking is already like his level” Chanyeol points to D.O. while pouting.

“Her dishes are mine” Baekhyun steps up. “Um, I don’t think so, she made a few dishes here. We can share. Hyung, I’m going to taste her dishes too” Kai and Sehun have already gone near to your cooking station.

“Guys, you, you….” Chanyeol keeps pouting. “Don’t worry, Chanyeol, we’re going to taste yours too” Suho, Chen and Xiumin go to his station. “Baekhyun, you should be at my station too since….” but the rest of the members are laughing so hard when seeing Baekhyun silently yet swiftly gets up and bring Lay along near to your station while Lay plays along with Baekhyun. Chanyeol just scoffs with the situation.

The members are tasting both dishes made by you and Chanyeol. “So, who’s the winner?” Chanyeol asks. “Fine, she wins” the members again are laughing when Chanyeol quickly surrender when nobody answered his question.

“No…. Everyone here is the winner. If all of you don’t cooperate, the surprise birthday party won’t be successful today. If all of you are not here, nobody would eat the dishes we made just now, because I don’t see any bad or good dishes here. All food we made has been eaten” the members are impressed with your wisdom.

“You know, the universe really makes you a Genius Idol girlfriend and soon-to-be-wife for a reason. I like your answer, a wise one” Lay speaks, and you can see the rest of the boys nod their heads. You smile and thank him for his compliment.

After spending some time with the members, the party finally comes to an end. Everyone gradually makes their way home, and so do you and Baekhyun.

“Oh! It’s night now. But, isn’t that you said you want to go somewhere? Oh, I totally forgot, I’m sorry” you just remembered what Baekhyun said on the phone earlier in the morning.

“Why need to apologise? I enjoyed today’s birthday. It’s one of the best moments that happened in my life. Thank you so much for planning it” Baekhyun smiles, yet drives to somewhere else, rerouting from home. “Hmm…. you wanted to go to the beach?”

“Yeah, it is a perfect time now. It’s night, no one is around now…. We can enjoy our time here together” he takes you out of the car; you two start strolling along the beach, holding hands together, tightly.

“So nice…. Honestly, I never went to the beach at night” you continue the conversation with him. “I ever heard that when you make wishes at the beach, your wishes will come true. But maybe that is just only an old wives’ tale or something” you continue. Suddenly, he stops and closes his eyes. You just let him be for a moment. Later, he opens his eyes.

“Do you want to know what I wish for?” and you ask what that is.

“I am wishing that our love will be maintained like this sea. Of course, couples fight from time to time. Argue and such…. But just like this sea, has its low and high tide, and so does our relationship. We will have our ups and downs moments. But I do hope that no matter how high or how low our tide in our love and relationship, our love would be maintained as big, wide as this sea” as Baekhyun takes you into his embrace. “And I’m sorry”.

“For what?” you furrowed your eyebrows.

“For liking you. I…. I can’t help it. I mean, you must be missing your old lives where peace is everywhere, no one is going to capture you secretly with their cameras, phones…. No need to hide anything….” he stops talking when he sees you laughing. “Why?”

“You are talking about how wide is the sea but you don’t see the insides though”.

“How do you mean?” he implores.

“Sea…. There are small fish, large fish…. These marine creatures are struggling with everyday lives, try not to be caught by those who are larger and stronger than them, like sharks, whales, or anything. So, it’s the same thing in our lives. Our lives will never be easy, there will always be a risk, but just like these creatures, we need to be smart and try to live as normal as possible, in the midst of the risk of getting caught by those sketchy, detective eyes…. Humans are complex, we will never be going to satisfy everyone. There will always be a group that supports you in having someone in your life, while the others will be the opposite. I even faced that before I met you. So yeah…. Just like what people call you Genius Idol, we need to be smart in handling our lives too”.

“Wow, I agree with the other members. There is a reason why the universe let me meet you” you just smile hearing his compliment.

“Ouch. It’s getting late, let’s go home, we can continue our conversation at home” you agree with him.

At home….

“Where did they purchase this? Wow, I don’t think I saw it in the local store. Do they buy it online?”

“Yeah. I was told that they all buy it online. Rich, indeed” you answer him after you finish your bath.

“We are not rich, sweetie. We are working already, so we have a salary, and we keep some of the money” you agree with his answer. “But yours are the loveliest one. Did you knit this shirt for me?”

“Yeah…. but that is not the actual present” his curiosity increases. “What is it then?”

“Not going to tell you. Go bath and sleep” you laugh as you enter the bedroom. He tries to figure it out as he goes to shower.

After shower….

“Photo album? All photos of me? Photos of us? Where did you get all this? When did you get this?” He is surprised to see a photo album full of both of your pictures.

“Since the first time we met…. From the first page of the album, our love story begins…. Through your concerts, I took some and put them here…. Our first date…. Even at the birthday party just now, I took some with the polaroid camera, see? It’s all here, it’s all up to date. Happy birthday 2022, Byun Baekhyun. Just like the character in the photo captured never changes, I hope you can be yourself and be the light to the world, to our love and relationship as well. Don’t ever change that. I hope you always stay the same…. because there’s nothing about you I would change” he is in tears upon hearing that from you.

“Thank you! Thank you!” he quickly hugs you. “Okay, you. Stop being dramatic” he smiles brightly to see you giggle. “No, really…. thank you, sweetie. I mean it” he plants a soft, sweet kiss on your lips, and you kiss him back.

The kiss gradually heated the bedroom. “I feel hot though” you break the kiss.

“Take off your clothes then, I feel hot too” he takes off his towel since he just came from the shower, then helps you remove all clothes left on you. He continues to kiss you more, passionately, then slowly down kissing your neck. You let out a soft moan, enough for him to hear you enjoy the lovemaking session.

As he kisses your neck, he spreads your thigh with his thigh, then rubs his hard shaft to your lower area. “UH….” you start to moan louder; you can feel the wetness down below. He continues sucking down to your left nipple while fondling the right one. “Baekhyun, ahh…. ahh…. AHHH…. I’m cumming….” you cannot stand the high intensity of the pleasure.

“Ohh, sweetie, OHHH” he grunts the moment you flip him over, reaching for his cock. “Right there, ohh…. ahh, ahh, ooh…. down, more, ahh, there, ahh, ooh…. Oh I can’t, no sweetie, wait, I will cum if you don’t stop” but you keep sucking his hard member.

“UGHHH!! UGH!! AHHH!! AAHH….” he releases his juice into your mouth. “Naughty girl” he pinches your left cheek, and you just giggle. You go on top of him and rub your below against each other. “You are still hard….”

“I am, sweetie. I am” as he guides his cock into your entrance while you are still on the top. “AHHHH…..” both of you sensually moan through the night, as both of you connected, become one.

“Oh yeah, ride me, oh, ahh, ahh, ahh…. Yes, ahh, ahh, ahh” he grunts as he grabs both of your breasts and plays with your nipples. “Ohh! Ahh! Not there, ahh, ahh! ahh!” you let out a small scream, feeling electric all over your body. Not long after, the second wave of euphoria arrives.

He flips you over, you are now all fours. He enters you from behind. “Ohh, sweetie…. So good…. Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh” both of you keep moaning in love tempo. “Baekhyun, ahh!!” you scream when he suddenly rubs your clit and another hand fondles your right boobs. “Baekhyun, no! Ahh, ahh, ahh, ahh!!” his sudden moves make you release another orgasm that night.

He knows that you are starting to get sleepy. He brings you to the missionary position, so you can rest your back. “OHHHHH…..” Both of you erotically moan when he enters you again.

“Does it feel good?” he asks as he rocks slowly inside you. You nod and bring him closer to you, so you can kiss him. “Hmmm…. feel my cock enters in and out of you, umm….” he sends another electricity the moment he talks dirty to you. “Feel my muscle, thrusting in and out of your pussy, let it flow with sweet juice….”

“Yes!! Baekhyun, honey! Harder! Faster! Ahhh! Umm…. Ahh….” you feel another tension builds within you. You wrap your legs around him. “Ummm sweetie, your…. insides…. gets tighter…. Ohh, Ohh!!” he accelerates the love tempo to the maximum that night.

“OHHH, OHHH, AHHH, AHHH, OHHH, YES!! UGH, UGH, UGH, UGHH! OHHHH….” Finally, both of you are quivering, reaching cloud nine together. You can feel his warm, lovely juice mixed with yours down below. Both of you take a deep breath, kissing while getting your high down.

“What another wonderful present from my love one,” he said, while taking you in his warm embrace, sleeping side to side, still connecting down below. “You don’t want to take it out?”

“Nah, I’m too lazy to get up now. I want to sleep with you like this. So…. tomorrow morning, we can continue….” he only laughs when you hit his chest. “Naughty boy”.

“Thank you, sweetie. Thank you so much for everything that happens today. From the preparation, the surprise, the present, the love…. I love it. I would never forget it, never” you smile hearing compliments from him.

“Then, you should do the same on my birthday too. From the preparation, the surprise, the present, the love too” he laughs again. “No problem, sweetheart. No problem at all. I could even write you a birthday song on your next birthday. A song, just for you.”

“Alright. Just don’t forget. Otherwise, I’m going to forget your next birthday too” he laughs again.

“How can I forget anything about you…. Hahaha…. Well, let’s sleep now. I know you are tired since you were up early in the morning. Good night, my love, I love you” and both of you sleep peacefully that night.

Thank you for reading.

Uploaded on: 6th May 2022

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niawritess · 4 years ago

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The Lovestruck | Baekhyun x Reader

Theme- Fluff | Romcom | Basketballau | Seniorau

Y/n, 21 year old, shy and a bubble natured girl, living her life with her loving family and working at a Café with the best owner and a coworker who happens to be her Campus Popular Senior, Byun Baekhyun where his little help led to something more.

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#bbh #exowritersnet #baekhyun imagines #exo ff #exo fanfiction #baekhyun gifs #park chanyeol #junmyeon #xiumin #baekhyun fluff #baekhyun fanfic #baekhyun scenario #exo fluff #baekhyun x reader #baekhyun #exo scenarios

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mariojins · 3 years ago

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tbh i am really in need of a merman chanyeol fic

#chanyeol #mermaid #scenarios #imagines #fluff #oneshot #exo #cute #park #idk man just gimme a merman au chanyeol ff

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shinmenseok · 3 years ago

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fanfic: “v8″, de shinmenseok (pt)

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chanbaek (byun baekhyun + park chanyeol)

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atiny-exol · 4 years ago

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It always ends the same

@writingstuffandmore I hope you enjoy this 👀👀👀💕✨ it is..maybe not exactly what you wanted😅

Pair: fem. Reader x werwolf! Chanyeol

Warning: this is a yandere story, so toxic relationship and abuse

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A wandering through the snowy area,not because he wants to be outside, more because a particular person, a young woman, is running away from him.

It is funny, really, it is her third or fourth attempt to run away this week and even if he loves to hunt his pray down, he hates it at the same time.

Everytime he has to hurt her, every time he sinks his teeth in her sweet flesh, her screams hurt in his ears and heart, but he couldn't do anything against it.

He smelled her delicate and sweet scent, and his target just stands a few meters away from him now.

The wolf turned around to his beautiful princess and as soon as he faced her, his form changed.

He changed into his human form, just the two wolf ears are placed on top of his head and his sharp teeth are the same now.

,,Princess there you are." he groaned out, his dark voice turning darker as he saw how she tried to step away from him. ,,Didn't I tell you that running away is just making things harder for you princess?"

Every step in her direction makes her more and more uncomfortable and scared. Her breathing is heavy, and her eyes are widen in fear and shock as he tried to approach her with his strong hand.

,,D.. Dont touch me!" she yelled and the werwolf immediately backed away,his dark orbs scanning her whole body.

,,Princess. Why do you push me away? Why can't you just let me help you. I know you are confused, scared and maybe a bit-"

,,N.. No shut up! Shut up! I don't want to hear anything for you anymore. I-I just want to go home."

Home? What is she talking about, she is home. Home for her is in his presence, at his side. Is she really so dumb that she can't understand that?

,,Listen princess I tried to go easy on you. I tried not to hurt you-"

,,Not to hurt me? You kidnapped me and everytime I.. I try to go outside you bite me! You are sick!" she screamed at him, trying to find away out of this situation, before he gets angry and knocks her out again.

,,Me sick?" another step is taken at her direction. ,,No no princess. I'm not sick I'm just in love. I want you, no I need you and you need me. You feel this right? Our mate bound, you feel this too"

,,No I don't feel it! You are just a psycho who tries to control me t.. That's it that's what I feel!"

Every word what slipped out of her little mouth made him more and more angry and at the end of the sentence he couldn't hold back anymore. A loud growls escaped his mouth and his gaze darkens,before he grabbed her roughly.

,,You want to repeat that princess?"

A shaky breath is heard and he growled louder when she didn't answer at his question.

,,I'm so nice to you, I give you everything you ask for. I care for you, I love you and you. The only thing you do is to hurt me." His grip around her wrist tightens and with a quick movement the younger woman layed in the snow, the body of the larg wolf hovering over hers.

,, You still think it's funny y/n?"

She tried to punsh him but he stopped her with one hand, pinning her arms over her head in the snow, letting her shake not just in fear but because it is cold too.

Her voice is shaky and her breathing gets heavier and heavier with every second she stares in his eyes.

,,N.. No I.. It isn't funny. I..please just don't hurt me-"

,,I don't care what you want princess,but I won't hurt you. I won't hurt you if you stop running away from me, from your fate." His voice changed into a softer one and he slowly leaned down to her.

,,I want you to be mine, I want to mark you and I want that you love me. I want to be happy with you because that our fate princess. That's everything I want and if you don't stop trying to make us both unhappy then~" a sinister smirk appeared on his face and he used this moment to show her his sharp teeth.

,,Let's say I won't be that gentle just because you are so small and vulnerable under me."

He emphasized every word cleary before he gets up and lifts her in his arms, her body now basically shaking from the cold and fear.

,,I.. I'm s.. Sorry I-" a rush of guilt runs over her and a sharp pain hits her heart as she realized how much she hurted him too. She felt his pain, the aching heart he had to feel the whole time, but she couldn't change the fact that she hates him.

Him and his bad temper, him and his jealousy, him and his possessive behavior and him and his way to love her.

It is sick and twisted, not healthy and not close to be good for her, but every time she wants to leave she ends in his arms. Feeling guilty for hurting him, her mate.

,,Pssht princess don't say anything. I forgive you, I know you didn't mean to hurt me, to hurt you mate. Everything is new for you and I know that it isn't easy. I'm not cruel, I won't punish you." his smile grew as he saw how she snuggled closer to his warm body, not because she felt comfortable or save, but because the air and temperature is just to cold for the things she is wearing.

,,I.. I won't run away again.." the human mumbled and closer her eyes. ,,I don't want to hurt you more."

Of course both of them know that it wouldn't be her last attempt to run away, that she is just feeling guilty now and as soon as the sick and manipulating words of him fade away, she would run away again, try to get her freedom back.

But at the same time both of them know, that she could never run away from her fate.

Her fate to be with him.

#exo #exo chanyeol #park chanyeol #exo ff #exo scenarios #exo fanfic

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yeollieayheehoo · 5 years ago

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Jigsaw Puzzle

Summary: The two of you were made to fit together

Pairing: Chanyeol x Reader (female)

Genre: fluff, tiny bit of angst

Rating: PG

Warnings: minor mention of alcohol use

Word Count: 2.8K

This really isn’t your scene.

You adore your friends, how they make sure to invite you to things, even if they know you’ll more than likely turn down the offer. Which is probably why they just said it would be asleep over tonight and failed to mention the major rager they had planned.

It’s not that you’re straight edge or anything like that. In all honesty, it’s just that you’re too shy, too socially awkward, find your personality too quiet in the midst of the Olympian sized ones in the other room.

So instead, you snuck away, curled up on the twin side top bunk of your friends’ younger sisters’ room. It’s quiet, or well, as quiet as it could be with the music phasing through the walls like a ghost. You know that your friend has chosen to play Primary in an attempt to lull you out of your hiding hold, but you cannot bring yourself out of the safety you’ve found in the covers.

You know the majority of everyone outside of this room, see them on campus and in class. They call you a part of their group, make sure to include you in everything they can, to purposely ask you things so you never feel excluded. Especially Chanyeol.

He asks you questions the most, wide eyes always on your face as you spoke, like he was memorizing your entire being. Maybe it was because it took him an entire semester to learn your name.

The day he finally said your name without having to ask first was the day you realized you were undeniably in love with him. It was the day you realized that somewhere between asking you questions and bringing your hands to his mouth to warm them when you complained of being cold, between they way he would pull your earbuds out of your ears to replace them with his own anytime he wanted to share a song with you and the way his face lights up when he sees you, that you know you’ve fallen for him.

You know he’s out there, can hear the bass of his laughter over the bass of the music, perhaps because your ears are attuned to it. You can almost see him, black snapback with some vape company he doesn’t even know on it, ears sticking out, smile the brightest thing in the room. You know he’s making rounds, secret handshakes being exchanged, hugs distributed, inside jokes shared. It makes you sigh in disappointment for yourself.

You know that if you were to join the party, they would welcome you fondly, would pull you into hugs of your own, know someone would pull you along with them so you were never alone, know they would go out of their way to keep you included.

Because they understand.

They understand your anxiety, your social uneasiness. They take it in stride and work hard to make sure you knew you were wanted, to make sure you knew you were their friend.

And you couldn’t even join the party.

You sigh again, burying yourself in the covers, trying to make yourself less of a mouse.

You don’t know how long you stay like this, trying to will a dandelion into a tree, but when you hear the door open you freeze.

“C’mon kid. Let’s get you in bed.”

“Yeol, I may have overdone it.”

“You think so?” Chanyeols voice is teasing as he helps Sehun into the bed below you. “But lucky for you, I’m partied out, so I’m on Hunnie duty.”

There’s no response from Sehun and you know from the soft snores below you that he’s passed out. You can hear Chanyeol sigh, a soft sound before you hear movement, what sounds like jeans against carpet. You’re careful to stay silent as you peak over the guard rail to find him stretched out on the floor, elbow over his eyes.

You know from experience that the carpet is uncomfortable and the floor unforgiving. You close your eyes and muster up every ounce of courage you’ve been channeling all night.

“There’s room up here, if you don’t want to sleep on the floor?”

“Y/N? I didn’t know you were here.”

“Ah, yeah. I didn’t know there was going to be a party. I was just told it was a sleep over. I probably wouldn’t have come if I had known.”

“You could have stayed with me out there, you know I wouldn’t leave you alone.”

“I know, but you know how I am. Can’t make a soloist out of a background singer.”

“You sound like Professor Harris.”

“Ah yeah, I got it from her. It’s what she told me.”

“Wait, I thought you were an English major?” It’s at this that he moves his arm, leaning on the elbow instead, looking up at you.

“Oh, I am. But I was a music major first semester.”

“Why did you switch?”

“Because of that.”

The conversation falls silent at this. The music has stopped in the living room and you aren’t sure if it’s because the party has ended or if everyone has passed out. You’re chewing your bottom lip, trying to figure out what else to say when Chanyeols face appears beside you.

“It doesn’t look like there’s a lot of room up here.”

“Oh, uh, here.” You scoot to the other side of the bed, showing him the space left. “You don’t have to if you don’t want to, I just didn’t want you to sleep on the floor. It’s up to you.”

“Why do you always do that?”

“Do what?”

“Make yourself small.” He tilts his head at you and you know your face is red. You shrug, unable to form words. It’s the first time someone has ever asked you that and you aren’t sure how to say you were taught to be neither seen nor heard.

“Let me empty my pockets.” He moves back and you can hear his wallet and keys against the dresser. “Is it going to bother you if I take my jeans off?”

“Not if it won’t bother you that mine are.” He grins and looks at you, something you don’t recognize painting his features. “That was funny.”

“Thanks. I channeled my inner you.” You can’t help but giggle as Chanyeol climbs the ladder. He’s’ only on the second rung and his head is already touching the ceiling. “How the hell did you get up here?”

“There wasn’t anyone else up here when I was trying.” Chanyeol huffs, and ducks as he climbs one more rung before slinging his leg over the guard rail and rolling into the bed beside you. You cover your mouth to keep from laughing any louder when Sehun moves below you. You think you’ve woken him until his snores resume.

“So, I’m up here. What should we do?” He’s on side, head propped up on his elbow as he looks at you.

“I really only called you up here so I could sacrifice you to the moon.”

“Sorry, the moon and I aren’t on the best of terms right now, but I’ll accept Satan.”

You hum to yourself in fake deliberation. “You’re too pretty to go to Satan.”

“Did you just call me pretty?”

“I did.”

“I’m flattered.”

“So how did you know about professor Harris?”

“I had her for a music elective.”

“Aren’t you a business major?” You shift in the bed, turning on your side as well to face him.

“Yeah, it was required.” He shrugs.

“What kind of business?”

“Jongin and I have had a dream to open a record studio since we were freshmen in high school. I want to produce, but I don’t really need to go to school for something I’m already good at.”

“I didn’t know you wanted to produce.”

“That’s because I’m always asking you questions about yourself. Speaking of, why an English major?”

“I want to write. I’ve been told I have a way with words.”

Chanyeol grins and you know what’s going to come out of his mouth before he even says it. “You don’t talk much though.”

“I do too. I’m just not great with crowds.”

“You don’t seem to have a problem talking to me.”

“It’s cause you’re pretty.” You grin and bat your eyelashes.

“Lucky me then.”

It’s easy to talk to you like this Chanyeol finds. Outside of crowds, you transform into another person, one who’s all smiles, words and unhindered thoughts and Chanyeol finds himself getting lost in them easily. His eyes are on your lips as you speak, enthralled by the way they form syllables, hypnotized by the spell they unknowingly cast upon him.

It’s addicting, listening to you talk like this. Chanyeol can see the notes of your voice as they touch his ears, the soft scales climbing and falling down the lines on the music staff and he finds himself composing a song of it.

He grins at the realization, that it’s you. You’re addicting.

“Yeol? Are you okay?”

“What song is on your mind right now?”

“Nineteen by Tegan and Sara.” It says more than you know. It tells him things words cannot say, tells him things about you that you cannot bring yourself to vocalize. He can feel his heartbeat quicken and he chews on his inner cheek as he tries to subdue it, as he tries to figure out if you know that he has a playlist with your name on it, that song appearing twice. He wonders if you listen to it the same way he does, your face painted over the lyrics, senses drowned in you although you are no where near.

“What about you?”

“Are You Gonna Be My Girl.”

It’s the question that’s been on his mind for a while now. He wonders if you know that he asks you everything he can think of because your voice calls to him like a siren song, wonders if you know that he waits for you to say you’re cold so he can glue himself to your side because the coconut smell of your shampoo is intoxicating, wonders if you know that he always shows you new songs because your face interprets the lyrics along with your mind and it’s the closest thing he can get to reading your mind.

He wonders if you know that he pretended not to know your name for an entire semester because he was falling in love with the way that you said it.

You’re sure your heart is going to beat out of your chest. You know he’s naming a song, but the way the words fall from his lips turns the atmosphere in the room into a fragile thing and you’re terrified to open your mouth, too terrified to break the bubble the two of you have created for yourself.

Instead, you turn away from him, rolling over to face the wall, arm tucked under your shared pillow, eyes blinking back tears that threaten to fall as you realize you’re reading too much into his answer, the way you always do. Because truthfully, why would he ask you that?

He is Helios, his smile the sun. He is a warmth you do not think you deserve yet find yourself a glutton for. He is all laughs and words, wide smiles and crescent eyes. You find yourself wondering if he knows of the gravitational pull he has on everyone around him, or if he is simply floating through space, unaware of the beauty that is his entire being.

If this were a movie, you’d admit to your friends that you are not his type, middle too round, thighs too large and existence too small to be his because your friends would not be his friends. But this isn’t a movie, and your friends are mutual, and there is not a day that goes by that you do not see him, the small voice in the back of your head bringing you down as you try to stand in the light that he casts.

He shifts next to you and you prepare yourself for the loss of his warmth as you assume he is leaving, and instead freeze as the pillow moves, his right arm curled around yours, fingers tracing small patterns on the back of your hand. His left drapes over your waist and you stop breathing as goosebumps raise along the soft flesh of your stomach at someone else’s touch.

Chanyeol can feel you freeze under his touch but he doesn’t stop, left hand traveling north as it searches for your own, fingers finding purchase in your wrist as he pulls it from under your chin, tangling his fingers with yours. He can feel your pulse in the tips as he lets your joined hands rest on your hip. He is unapologetic as he scoots closer to you, shifting to nuzzle his nose at the nape of your neck, one leg tucked between yours and he wonders if you can feel the way his heart races too.

He knows your mind, knows your fight or flight response is kicked into over drive as your pulse pounds from every inch of your body. It doesn’t take long for yours to sync, hearts beating as one as the atmosphere turns heavy with words neither of you dare to say. So instead he does the only thing he knows to do without ruining the conversation your bodies are having for you; he hums.

It takes a moment for your pulse to die enough in your ears for you to realize that he’s humming your answer, humming the song on your mind right now. The vibration against the back of your neck lulls you into a relaxed state, letting your body fall into his, trying not to think about how well you fit into him. Part of you says to turn over, to face him and address the thoughts running through your head, though the other half of you says not to move or you’ll ruin everything.

His grip on your fingers tightens as he feels you relax against him, pressing his body closer to yours until you are no longer sure where he starts and you end. His voice is muffled against your skin, warm like the rest of him, “do you want me to move?”.

You shake your head, throat dry as you respond with a dry “no”.

“I’ve wanted to do this for a long time..”

“Give me a heart attack?” He chuckles behind you, laughing with his whole body and you feel the final shards of fear melt from your skin with the sound.

“No, to touch you without you pulling away from me.” Your heart is in your throat at his answer, mind racing as you try to interpret what he could mean.

“Why…why would you want to do that?”

He’s silent for a moment and you can hear him swallow, his hand suddenly clammy in yours. You try to think of another time you’ve seen him this nervous, but nothing comes to mind and you wonder what you’ve done.

“Because I’m in love with you, Y/N, is it really that hard to notice?”

“You can’t be in love with me Chanyeol. You didn’t even know my name for an entire semester of our friendship.”

“Yes I did. I’ve known your name since the first time Kyungsoo introduced us. I just liked hearing you say it and the way you smiled at me when I asked for it again.” His thumb rubs circles into your skin at his confession.

“Why would you be in love with me?” Your voice is small and he hates it, hates the way you’ve returned behind your wall, hidden back in your shell.

“It’s simple, why wouldn’t I?”

He doesn’t say anything else, and soon you can feel his breaths deepen against the back of your neck and you know he’s fallen asleep. Something in you tells you to let it go, to wonder what he could mean tomorrow when the world is back to normal.

So for now, you listen and tighten your grip on his fingers as you let yourself fall asleep, body pressed and wrapped up in the boy you love and the last thought that passes through your mind is that for once, you’re glad no one told you a party was going on.

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thinkyoureholy · 5 years ago

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The Phoenix [6]

Pairing : Park Chanyeol / [fem] Reader

Genre : Angst, Violence, Language, Fluff, Smut, Character Death?, Fantasy! AU

Words : 3.1

Pt 1. Pt 2. Pt 3. Pt 4. Pt 5. Pt 6.

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-Y/N's P.O.V-

I chased after the red haired boy, giggle after giggle falling from my lips. I stumbled over my legs but regained my balance immediately, the smile never falling from my lips. I managed to catch up with him, tackling him to the floor. We rolled once or twice before coming to a stop. I stared down at the young boy with a grin plastered on my face but that smile soon fell from my face as that little boy seemed to go into a young man right before my eyes. I stared into his bright red eyes in shock.

I sat up in bed, gasping for air as my eyes flew open. I had woken up in a cold sweat, my chest rising and falling quickly with each breath I took. I stared at my hands with wide eyes, my eyes darting around. What the hell was that? Why--Why did that little boy turn into Chanyeol? Why am I even dreaming something like that? And why...why does it feel like a memory? That dream was too vivid for it to just be a figment of my imagination...and its not the first time I’ve dreamt something like this. Ever since my encounter with Chanyeol in the woods that night I had recurring dreams about him. His face as a child was just too clear for me to think nothing of these dreams.

“What’s got you up so early?”

I froze at the sound of its voice. I looked around almost frantically to see it splayed across the door, “Nothing.”

It smirked, slithering across the floor before it materialized in front of me, “You know you can’t hide anything from me...might I remind you that we share the same body…”

I grit my teeth those words. It always said this and every time I heard it it pissed me off to no end. This body's mine and mine alone. I don’t care if that thing is taking up residence inside me but this body is mine. I hate the thought of it taking my body over, knowing it had the strength to do so. I hated being at its mercy, I wasn’t even allowed some time alone inside my own head.

It chuckled at the dark look on my face, getting closer the mist turned into flimsy hands. It reached out to caress my cheek, chuckling once more when I moved away.

“I just love when that look comes to your eyes. That’s the look I want to see on your face when you finally kill that little phoenix and those that he rules over.”

I clenched my fists at the tone it was using with me, “Don’t patronize me. And I’ve told you already...I’m not killing those that have nothing to do with our affairs.”

“Oh? Is that so? Even though I told you you had no choice in the matter, you continue to disobey me...you’re a brave one...I’ll even go as far as to say you’re braver than your ancestor. She couldn’t handle having me reside in her body...so she took her own life but you...you blatantly defy me again and again...you’ve got guts I’ll give you that.”

I cursed to myself, feeling the temperature in my hands beginning to drop the angrier I got. I had to restrain myself from using my powers against this thing...it would be useless to even try that anyway. I let out a deep breath through my nose, feeling myself relax if only just a little bit.

“What do you know about those dreams I’ve been having for the past few days?” I asked, changing the subject.

I watched closely as it noticeably flinched before regaining its composure.

“I don’t know what you want me to tell you regarding that...I’m as clueless as you are.”

“Really now?”

It scoffed, offended to see that I didn’t believe a thing it was saying, “You think I’m hiding something from you?”

“It wouldn’t be the first time…” I muttered under my breath but it was loud enough for it to hear me.

The way the mist dispersed told me that it was done talking to me for the next few hours or for the rest of the day if I was lucky. I sighed heavily, rubbing my hands over my face as I thought back to that dream...and all the other ones that came before it. There was only one person I could think of that could tell me if my dreams were actually forgotten memories that are trying to resurface.

……

It was unlike Kyungsoo to avoid me. Usually he’d be the one coming to me, wanting to get me to relax a bit and enjoy the fresh air with him as he dragged me out to the garden when I would bury myself in my work for hours on end but that hasn’t been the case these last few days. These last few days I had only seen my brother about three times and each time I never got to speak with him. I had always meant to because when I did see him he looked troubled and that was one thing I couldn’t stand to see. I was fine with taking all the hate, all the backlash from my people. I was okay with getting the short end of the stick, so to speak. And I did all this to give Kyungsoo an easy life, one where he didn’t have to worry about making tough decisions and where he could focus his time on things he liked to do like tend to the gardens, help sick animals, further his relationship with Hayi...trivial things like that. I wanted him to have the life we would’ve both had if our parents were still alive.

“Y/N.”

I looked up at the sound of his voice, raising a brow when I met his gaze, “Shouldn’t you be out in the field?”

He smiled softly as he shook his head, “I don’t think there’s any need for me to be out there...at least not right now.”

“Jun what-”

“Chanyeol has pulled back his soldiers.”

I froze at his words, so many questions running through my mind, “What?”

“They started moving sometime during the day yesterday and we were prepared to fight but by nightfall they had all gone back. Y/N, I think this is Chanyeol’s way of saying he wants peace.” Junmyeon explained, a slight giddy tone to his voice.

"Peace? That murderous fire bird wouldn't know what peace is if it hit him in the face." I retorted with as much contempt in my voice as I could muster, "Who said you could leave the front lines without my permission?"

"I...I just thought-"

"Well whatever you thought you thought wrong. Now, go back out there and protect my lands." I cut him off, my voice oozing with authority.

"Just how far does your hate go?"

My heart sank at the sound of the new voice. He sounded disappointed as he appeared from down the hall. I refused to meet his gaze, hanging my head in shame. Kyungsoo was the only person I never wanted to disappoint yet here he was, looking more disappointed than ever.

"How much of yourself are you willing to give up to that thing living inside of you? You've even allowed it to erase your memories."

My ears perked up at his words as I now stared at him wide eyed, "What do you know about those memories?"

This is what I wanted to talk to him about. I wanted to tell him about my dreams and ask him about what they meant but it seems like he already knows what they are. If they truly were my memories he should be able to tell me why I keep seeing Chanyeol in them. Why did that little boy turn into Chanyeol every time he turned and showed his face? It was true that I was missing a huge chunk in my memory of when I was a child but I had never thought much of it, I mean it was so long ago it only made sense that some of my memories had faded with time. But what he said about it erasing m memories made something within me snap...was it purposefully trying to make me forget. I asked aloud the one question that had been plaguing my mind since these dreams started up...since I noticed a pattern with Chanyeol’s appearance.

“Did I know Chanyeol as a child?” I asked, my voice low but loud enough for him to hear.

He kept his mouth shut for a moment, avoiding my gaze before finally answering, “We knew both him and his brother, Jongin. They were a pretty big part of our lives up until their parents died...that happened about a week before our own parents died.”

My knees gave out at his words but I forced myself to stay standing. His words were shocking to say the least but the fact that he had been keeping this to himself for so long hit harder than anything.

“When were you going to tell me…?”

“I didn’t think I’d ever have to tell you something you lived through. We’re both the same age...I didn’t think your memory was so terrible but now I know that’s not the case. That thing is taking over your mind Y/N and the first thing it’s taking from you is your memories. It won’t be long until you won’t be able to recognize your own flesh and blood.”

-Kyungsoo’s P.O.V-

I watched as she stumbled back, bringing a hand up to the side of her head. She shook her head quite violently for a moment, setting her jaw as she closed her eyes. I frowned at the mist that emitted out of her before engulfing her whole body. I took a step towards her but an arm stopped me. I looked over to see that it was Junmyeon who stopped me from getting any closer to her.

“It’s not safe for you to get any closer…” He muttered, his turquoise colored eye glowing brightly, “It’s been awhile since I’ve seen that thing come out and take over...it must be much stronger than the last time I saw it with how little she resisted it.”

I opened my mouth to tell him to stand down but a dark laugh stopped me. We both looked over to see that her hair had turned a pitch black, her eyes doing the same. She grinned wickedly, tilting her head from side to side, as if she was stretching before she began to crack her fingers at her sides.

“Ah...it sure is nice to be out…” She trailed off, looking down at her had as it began to cover itself in frost, “Boy how I wish to have a body this strong without having to share it...it's a shame really...Y/N doesn’t know the true power she has within her.”

Junmyeon and I stayed silent, watching her for any sudden movements. It seemed like she was talking to herself, that thing was having too much fun being out but we couldn’t relax even if it did forget we were in the room. Junmyeon moved to stand in front of me, using himself as a human shield against this thing. That's when she raised her head, finally taking notice of us. Her grin seemed to grow as she angled her body to face us properly, ice covering the ground. The ice crawled its way over to Junmyeon, little tendrils of the ice making its way up his legs until they got to his knees. Junmyeom cursed as she practically glued him to the floor. She let out a chuckle when he began slashing at the ice around his legs with a whip made out of water but his attacks weren't leaving so much as a scratch on the ice.

"Good luck with that...it'll take you at least one hundred slashes to even make a dent."

I grit my teeth, annoyed that it can just do whatever it liked. As my anger grew the ground beneath us began to rumble. She was surprised by the sudden action but she let out a crazed laugh.

"I'm getting real sick and tired of you, demon. Just when my sister is about to learn the truth you push yourself out." I yelled out, the ground beginning to split.

"I'm the one that's getting tired here. I thought I told you to keep your mouth shut if you know what's good for you." She all but growled out before the windows suddenly burst open like a bomb had been set off on the other side.

Junmyeon created a wall of water to protect the two of us from the shards of glass coming towards us. Her eyes seemed to darkened when she saw him do that. I could see her clench her fists tightly, her teeth biting down on the inside of her cheek. My heart dropped to the pit of my stomach when I saw ice forming around her right hand as water swirled around her left, the wind blowing through her hair. She smirked, attacking us with three of her powers but they never reached us.

An immense and overwhelming heat encased both Junmyeon and I. I looked up with wide eyes to see Chanyeol standing before us, his phoenix wrapping its wings around us. The fire coming from the phoenix melted the ice around Junmyeon's legs in seconds.

"It looks like we got here just in time."

"We?"

I looked to my left to see Jongin give me a small wave. I was more than confused at this point and just as I opened my mouth to question what the hell they were doing here Jongin grabbed onto my sleeve, pulling me closer to him. He also grabbed onto Junmyeon and Chanyeol, making sure he was touching us all in some way before we suddenly teleported to a different place. I was forced to close my eyes, suddenly feeling dizzy. Jongin let go of me but the loss of something stable made my knees give out from under me. I fell to the ground, holding myself up with my arms.

"What the hell did you two just do?" Junmyeon asked in a strained voice.

"We brought you somewhere safe." Jongin replied slowly, his tone sounding cautious.

"Why?"

There was silence for a moment, forcing me to look up at the two. Jongin stayed quiet while Chanyeol walked over to me, crouching down in front of me.

"I had a feeling that thing would try and kill you like it killed my parents. I knew she'd be devastated to know of your passing...so I decided to bring you to a place where that thing can't touch you...at least not for the time being."

"What?"

He smiled sheepishly, rubbing the back of his neck, "I've sort of remembered memories I had locked away. I know all four of us were close as children...Y/N and I especially…"

My eyes widened at his words….he knew? Does this mean he remembers the past he had forgotten? I looked over to Jongin, silently asking him. He nodded slowly, answering my question.

"How long have you known?"

He looked shocked at my question but he answered nonetheless, "A little less than a week now...wait you knew?"

I nodded, pushing myself off the ground as I rose to my feet, "I've known my whole life. Unlike you and Y/N I didn't lose my memories, on the contrary I can remember them as clearly as if they happened yesterday."

"And you've kept quiet this whole time?"

I ignored his question as I turned to Jongin, staring into his onyx colored eyes, "Why did you show him the past without consulting me first? If he knows it's only a matter of time before it finds out and comes to kill him...taking the whole empire in the process."

"My brother deserves to remember his own memories don't you think? He has that right the same way your sister does." Jongin replied curtly.

"You think I don't want my sister to remember what she's forgotten, what happened that night... like it really happened and not how that thing made it seem?! I would give up any of my limbs for her to have her memories back, her true memories and not the ones that have been distorted! But I can't even begin to tell her the truth without that thing interfering!" I cried out, my heart breaking at the thought of my sister being a prisoner in her own body, "I'm tired of watching that thing slowly eat away at her...I can hardly even recognize her now. And...and it angers me to know that there's not a damn thing I can do to save her. At this rate she'll end up taking her own life like our ancestor who had the misfortune of housing that monster in her body all those years ago."

"What?" Junmyeon and Chanyeol both exclaimed in unison.

"Wait, forget about the memory stuff for now...when exactly did this ancestor of your die?" Chanyeol asked, taking a step towards me.

"The day of her twenty fifth birthday."

Junmyeon inhaled sharply before speaking, "You both turn twenty five next month…"

I bowed my head, praying she wouldn't follow in her footsteps but with how things were going, it was only a matter of time. Y/N was already starting to change...and it wasn't for the better. I dared a glance at Jongin, hoping his eyes would tell me if the past would repeat itself but he avoided my gaze.

"No matter how much you beg I can't tell you about what's to come. There are things we can't meddle with, time is one of them." He said, his tone firm.

"Jongin-"

"No, Chanyeol. I've made up my mind about this and you can't change it, no one can. Kyungsoo's been trying for almost a decade and I've stuck by my decision." He cut him off, his black eyes clouding over, "I won't have any of you playing God, whatever is going to happen will happen whether you like it or not. Any changes to the future I have seen will happen organically...not by your meddling...that is if anything can change it."

"You bastard." Junmyeon growled out from beside me, taking a step towards Jongin but I stopped him.

I gave him a look to which he answered with a step back, bowing his head. I then turned to Chanyeol who had a troubled look on his face.

"Chanyeol...I want to know how much you remember exactly...you might be the only one that can trigger her memories."

He rose a brow at my words, "What? Why…?"

"Because then I'll know how far you're willing to go to help me save my sister."

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baekluvie · 2 years ago

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obsession | chapter 6

pairing: reader x baekhyun

word count: 13k

genre: yandere au | this is heavily inspired by the show 'you'

tag list: @mayboy @vishary15 @greasywall @loversmantra @cityexos @kavvs @prettyboybaek @byunds

(let me know if you want to be tagged ^^)

warnings for this chapter: murder, mental illness(s), mention of death(s), implied violence, violence, manipulation, mature language, obsessiveness

viewer discretion is advised

playlist for this chapter:

space song - chanyeol's pov

ylang ylang - chanyeol's pov

heather - junmyeon's pov (this song fits perfectly for junmyeon in this im crying)

doin' time - baekhyun pov

blood // water - baekhyun pov

(a/n): this chapter is waaaay longer than i planned it to be. but nonetheless it was very fun to write. a little evil i won't lie lol. but THIS means i won't be ending it anytime soon, there's so much i need to unfold to you guys hehe. but i hope you guys enjoy this and don't hate me too much for it. love u guys. like always, replies are open. please send me messages, requests, your thoughts! always appreciated! reblog and like as it really helps me out. have fun reading!

Chanyeol POV

He didn't have any motivation to get up. He wanted to simply stay in bed, sulk and complain to himself that he put himself in the situation; there was no going back from any of it. But instead, on a well deserved day off, he was shaken from his dark thoughts with the sound of his phone going off. Chanyeol grunted as he moved his body to lay on his side, facing the bedside drawer next to his bed. He watched as his phone began to light up in the dark room, the only source of light coming from the windows, broadcasting beautiful Seoul within his sight. He could never complain about the view, the tall buildings never seeming to end, the way the horizon broke through the bland identical towers; furthermore proving just how successful he was, living in his own loft in one of the most expensive areas around.

So he grudgingly picked up his phone, his eyes squinting from the brightness. He lets his fingers trace some of the scratches that were on the screen, doing so while he read the multiple messages he was receiving.

(4 New Messages)

(7 New Messages)

(8 New Messages)-

"Fuck, I get it." He opened up his phone lockscreen, bringing him to the plethora of texts.

We need to talk.

I'm kind of freaked out man

what the fuck

Jun is fucking pissed

did you know that?

i don't want to deal with his depressed ass

are u up

r u jacking off

Instead of just replying back, Chanyeol pressed the contact profile and brought his device to his ear. He yawned, stretching out his long limbs on his white bedsheets. This wasn't exactly anything new to him, in fact, he was honestly used to it at this point. Especially when it came to... well, him.

"Dude?"

"What, Sehun."

"Did you read my texts?"

"Do you think I'd be calling you on my day off if I didn't?" He scoffed.

Sehun laughs on his end, making Chanyeol break into a smile as well.

"We have to meet up. Like anywhere. I don't care. But we need to talk about-"

Chanyeol suddenly feels flushed, his heart drops, not wanting to even hear the name.

"No. I don't want to talk about him. I'm done with him."

He bundles a fistful of sheets in his grasp, his teeth already gritting together. The dull reminder of his last encounter with Baekhyun is still evident in his features. Chanyeol could talk about anything else; anyone else. But even so, in the back of his head, he knew that he could never really escape his best friend. Like he was dreading moments earlier, the truth, moreso, he could never go back. He bites his bottom lip, looking up angrily to his ceiling.

Sehun doesn't say anything, his breath coming out in ragged breaths.

Chanyeol's eyebrow raises, frustration building in his chest.

"What the fuck is it?"

"Well you said not to talk about him-"

"Yeah well, it seems like this matter won't be solved if I'm not involved so I don't think I have a fucking choice, huh?"

"It's about Y/N."

Chanyeol sits up abruptly as he grips the phone tighter.

"What about her?"

"Please... not on the phone. I'm too freaked out by him, dude. He could be listening or something."

"Sehun, he's not that fucking smart. Don't give him credit for something he can't even do."

"He might not be that smart, yeah. But he has connections, man. Why don't I just come over?"

And that's how Chanyeol ended up on his day off; sitting in his living room with his black robe on; drinking some coffee as Sehun poured out everything that had occured a couple days prior.

"Baekhyun... you have to stop him, Chanyeol. He changed Y/N. I don't even know how- but dude. She's not answering any of my texts- my calls. She always lets me know how she's doing. This is completely out of character."

Sehun ran his hand through his quiffed up hair, shaking his head slightly as his eyes tore into Chanyeol's. They were bloodshot, dark circles sprinkled underneath them. Sehun was young, just a fucking kid. He shouldn't have to be worrying about someone, he already has enough to deal with; a stressful job, debt, and now another thing to pile on top of that... Chanyeol was afraid he was going to break if he didn't do something.

He sighed to himself as he placed his coffee mug on the glass table in front of his couch. He notices how Sehun's was left untouched, the steam no longer pouring from the rim. He lets his body rest in the cushions, crossing his arms together as his eyebrows furrowed together.

"So you're telling me that Baekhyun killed someone- again. This isn't anything new, Sehun. What do you want me to do about a case that's already been reviewed and written off as a suicide?" His foot taps against the floorboards quickly.

Sehun shrugs, scratching his arm and looking around skittishly.

"I- I don't know. I feel like there's something different about it this time around. Y/N covered for him. She looked off, there was blood on her too."

This piqued his interest. He leaned into the conversation, his hands clasping together.

"She had blood on her? What, so... what are you trying to say? That Y/N killed her?"

The younger one licked his lips, diverting his attention to his abandoned coffee.

"I don't want to assume-"

Chanyeol grabbed his mug and threw it across the living room, the sound of it crashing against the wall echoing in the empty loft. Sehun squirmed in his seat, wincing as Chanyeol walked up to him and grabbed him by the collar of his shirt. He turns his head to the side as his lips curl up, a quiet sob escaping from his throat. Chanyeol shook him, tightening his firm grasp on the other's shirt, making him look directly at him.

His own nose was flaring, his teeth grinding against another, the only emotion he felt was complete, and utter desperation. He needed to know what this could actually be about; if it was true, and God, he really hoped that it wouldn't be, so he could possibly save you. He wished someone could have saved him when he got interloped with Baekhyun.

"No games, Sehun. I'm being fucking serious. If you think that she was capable of doing that- you need to fucking tell me."

His words came out like bullets, firing each and every single one into Sehun's head. When he still doesn't say anything, Chanyeol yells at him, spit flying in multiple directions. He lets go of him, pushing him back on the chair he was sitting in before. He turns his back to him, bringing his hand to cover his mouth, holding onto his lips as he looks around in anger. Sehun's sobs were getting on his nerves, but not because it was annoying; because Chanyeol knew that they were a submission of guilt, the truth. Sehun knew that you were the one who did the heinous crime, he just didn't want to believe it. Chanyeol was used to the never ending cycle of Baekhyun's killings, fuck, he would be nervous if he wasn't calling him in the middle of the night to help him dispose of a body. But Sehun wasn't like him, he wasn't able to confront the truth like Chanyeol could. He was too innocent, he couldn't grasp the understanding of someone killing another just because.

"I- I don't want her to get in trouble, Chan. You have to understand-"

He spins around, rushing forward toward Sehun, getting down on his knees and holding the other's legs. The poor kid was a wreck, his lips formed into a pout, tears drenching his cheeks, his nose a shade of red. He tries to relax his features, his voice hitching as he speaks to him slowly.

"If she did this, we can't let her do it again. You have to understand Sehun."

He shook his head, putting his own hands over Chanyeol's, his knuckles a shade of white.

"No, please. She can't go to jail, she's just confused- he's fucking maniuplating her. We just need to kill him-"

Chanyeol lets his head dangle down, a broken chuckle leaving his lips.

Sehun shakes him a little, his frazzled state becoming overwhelmed at this point.

"Chanyeol- we- we can do this. We can get away with it. I've thought about it-"

Chanyeol doesn't bring his head up as he cuts him off.

"We'd be no better than him. Don't you get it?"

A beat.

He looks back up with a heartfelt smile, a single tear falling from his eye.

"In everything, he wins. He will always win."

Sehun gapes at him, his tears falling on Chanyeol's hands. He purses his lips together, shaking his head. He pushes himself off the chair, grabbing his phone that was left on the table, pausing to look down at Chanyeol. He was frozen in place still, his knees scraping across the floor, still staring at the empty space that once held another body.

"If you won't help me kill him, I'll do it myself."

He starts to walk out, freezing as his hand reaches the doorknob. Chanyeol turns his head then, staring at the back of his friend; his brother. His lip trembles as he blinks back more tears, his vision of him becoming blurry.

"Sehun. Please. Don't."

"You know. I always looked up to you. You were always so composed, so... unreachable. I always felt like I was close to you though. You're so admirable, Chan. I think that's why I liked you so much, why I wanted to be a part of your life. But now," He turns back to look at Chanyeol, his eyes red as he hesitates.

"You're nothing to me. I will never be what Baekhyun is to you. And in some, twisted way, you're worse than him. Because I know if I asked Baekhyun; if you, were the one fucking killing innocent women, he would do it without me convincing him. Do you know why? Because that's what friends do. And you're no fucking friend."

Chanyeol lets out a foreign, uncontrolled crack of his voice. He reaches his hand out to Sehun, crawling towards him as he begins to cry.

"Please, you have to understand-"

Sehun opens the door, standing in the doorframe, back once again turned to face Chanyeol.

"You can't even be loyal to something as small as your best friend."

And that hits Chanyeol right in the heart. He pauses his movements, his nose congested, his chest tight. The same words his own father distastefully instilled in him over and over again. It was back; the haunting feeling of being nothing but the shadow of his father. The same man who didn't care for his own family, his friends. He was truly, and utterly, exactly like him.

Everything he worked so hard for, it was all for nothing. He never wanted to be like the man who brought him into this world, but as he watched Sehun's silhouette disappear from his sight, he knew that it was over.

He starts to laugh now, the dreadful noise bouncing off the walls. His body hits the floor, and he brings his knees up to his chest, circling his arms around them. His tall frame shakes as his laughter shakes his entire being.

"Like father, like son." He whispers to himself.

Junmyeons' POV

"Hello?"

Junmyeon sat at his desk, plucking through some documents that were placed in front of him moments prior. He licks his indent finger, thumbing through a flurry of white papers, his eyes skimming the words quickly. He pauses his actions as he hears the recognizable voice on the other end of the line, relaxing in his chair and smiling.

"You okay? I can't talk for long, I'm swamped in a burglary case-"

"I really need to talk to you right now. In private."

He clicks his tongue, looking at the workload he was about to dive into. His fingers drum against the desk, he brings his left arm up to examine his watch. He was expected elsewhere on his lunch break, but the immediate worry in his friend's voice alarmed him.

"How important can it be, Sehun?"

"Too important. Can you meet me or not?"

Junmyeon frowns.

"I was actually planning on meeting Y/N at a cafe nearby the station. You could accompany us if you want?"

Sehun's voice hitched to a different octave, and Junmyeon sits up in his chair, absentmindedly looking off with a concerned expression.

"T-that's fine. It's better actually. Can you maybe go on your break now?"

Junmyeon lowers his voice to a whisper, his eyes flickering outside his office, watching his staff behind their own desks typing away.

"What is this about, Sehun?"

"I'm going to tell the truth."

Junmyeon covers his mouth, feeling both unsure and nervous.

"The truth?"

"I can't say anything else on the phone. Just trust me. You're going to want to hear this."

He doesn't say anything else to Sehun, bringing the phone away from his ear and clicking the end button. He sets his device face down on the desk, pushing himself away from the dilemma he knew was unfolding. His eyes go back to the sight of people working, his lips puckering as his mood soured. He got up from his seat, taking long strides to his window, bringing his hand to close the blinds.

Once the blinds were completely closed, he turned around to face the full length windows on the other side of the room, letting the warmth of the sun absorb into his skin. He sighs as he walks towards them, his eyes watching as cars zoomed by on the street, a couple walking hand in hand together. His lips tighten together to form a stubborn frown, his arms behind his back, hands clasped together. He starts to think about his encounter with Baekhyun. He ponders on him, remembering his scent, the small details of blood underneath his fingernails. He feels his lip twitch as he can almost smell the disgusting stench of death on him; and yet how another human being can simply dismiss it, be almost accustomed to it, could talk so carelessly.

He then remembers seeing you. A small hiccup of his heartbeat pounding against his chest startles him. He almost feels embarrassed, and he coughs to regain his thoughts. You were overflowing with anxiety that night, the strucken nerves you displayed filled to the brim and threatening to topple over. He could never forget that, most importantly since you have never been like that in front of him. You were always able to talk to him with the utmost confidence, and that was something he admired about you. Most of his employees were too nervous to even look him in the eye.

But you?

You got under his skin, interrupted his thoughts. You didn't care for his position of power, in fact you challenged it. He brushed it aside as being proud of you. You were another person who exchanged the same morals as him, the same mindset. You were a person who didn't let any obstacle stand in your way... you stood for what was right. And somehow along the way, he forgot you were his subordinate. That you weren't just someone he was able to chat and get some drinks with. The undeniable feeling that you were different from other women, you were yourself.

And your own self was captured by him.

He didn't know exactly when this exact feeling arose in him. He could probably pinpoint one memory, something that he replayed in his mind when work was beginning to become too much for him. He smiles at the sky, reminiscing.

After a long shift, the two of you decided to go get some drinks.

"I told you I would get them. And here you were, not believing in me. I'm hurt."

You sat next to him at the bar, three shot glasses in front of both of you. You had shoved him with your left arm softly, and Junmyeon could already feel his face warming up from the last shot he gulped down his throat. He shook his head, hissing from the bitter taste of vodka left on his taste buds. He chuckles to himself, raising his hand to the bartender, issuing another round of shots.

You tilted your head to look at him, and Junmyeon cocked his to match. Your cheeks were probably a brighter red than his, your skin glowing. Small lines crinkling next to your eyes appear, and you break out into a large smile.

"What? Not going to say anything to that? Come on, you have to fight back!"

He tossed his hands up, smirking.

"What can I say? You were right. I shouldn't have doubted you."

You nod, giggling to yourself. The small clear shot glasses are placed in front of them, and Junmyeon grabs it without hesitation. You followed suit, spinning your chair so you were facing him fully. You raise the disgusting poison that would fill your bodies up, waiting for him to do so as well. He gave in, shaking his head and closing his eyes. He suddenly feels your hand on his cheek, and that makes his eyes shoot up to meet yours. He freezes in that moment, fully taking in how the wind blew your hair to the right. You were shaking your head as you laughed, your eyes twinkling like the stars in the sky.

But Junmyeon thought they couldn't really compare to them anyways.

His clouded mind doesn't even register what you were saying, so he has to ask you again what you had said.

You blinked at him, not breaking the smile on your face.

"I said, thank you for being in my life. You're the best thing to come out of this job, I finally found someone that makes police work something to get out of bed for. I'm happy I can come in and see you in your office. What makes me even happier is knowing that I'll always be by your side."

He stutters a bit, blinking rapidly, becoming too self aware of his heart beating out of his chest.

"T-true that."

You give him a disgusted look then, bringing the shot to your lips and tilting your head back. A small yelp escapes your lips after you gulp down the liquid, closing your eyes as you shake from side to side.

"Don't ever say that again. You sound like my dad trying to be hip."

"Hey! Don't compare me to your dad. It's gross." He rolls his eyes as he copies you, feeling lightheaded as he slams the cup on the table.

There was an awkward silence for a couple of minutes before he mustered up the confidence to speak again.

"I'm happy too."

You look at him, your eyelids drooping down as you smack your lips together drunkley.

"Huh?"

He bites his tongue, almost doesn't want to finish what he wanted to say. But with the alcohol in his system, he shakes away the alarms ringing in his head and lets the truth flow from his dry lips.

"I mean... I'm happy you're in my life. You're quite possibly the best person I've met. I think you're great, you- you're amazing. I want to be the person you can talk to about anything, I want to be there for you when you feel like everyone is against you. I can be that guy that you can call in the middle of the night when you had a fucking nightmare, I- I don't know. You're different."

Your eyes widen at that, your expression that was onced filled with happiness was replaced with one of curiosity. The way you stared at him made him feel like a creep, and even though you wouldn't be able to notice it through his already red face, a blush sneakily creeped in. He waved his hands off, shaking his head as he laughed it off.

"Nevermind. I'm drunk. You should probably get home."

He grabbed his black jacket that was draped around the chair he sat on, reaching for your hand to usher you out with him. You take it gently, and Junmyeon doesn't miss how you had continued to stare at him, not even when you both stepped into the street and began to walk into the night.

He brings the both of you to a halt when you reach your car. You rubbed your hands over your arms, obviously cold from the chilly night. He raises his eyebrow at you, pursing his lips.

"Are you cold?"

You shake your head as you stumble in place, laughing.

"I'll be fine. I've got thick skin."

He shakes his head as well, taking off his jacket and wrapping it around your shoulders. You look at him as he adjusts it over your small frame, and he smiles as he takes a step back to get a good look at you. He lets out a snort, his teeth fully broadcasted to you. You squirm as you fit your arms into the sleeves, looking down as they fully sink in. Junmyeon laughs at the sight, the way your hands aren't even visible once the garment settles on your body.

"I knew you were small but not that small."

You stick out your tongue, flinging the extra fabric towards him, giggling as he dodges it.

"Well, I guess I should get going."

Junmyeon frowns.

"You're not driving."

Your eyebrows hitch up.

"How am I getting home then?"

He brings his finger up as he reaches in his pocket, bringing out his phone. He brings up the familiar number to a cab service he could almost memorize at this point; too used to calling them when he got too drunk himself.

With a quick explanation to where they were at, he slips it back into his slack's pocket. He then fishes out his wallet while you stare at him, still flinging the ends of the sleeves from side to side. He takes out a couple of bills, then walked towards you and stretched his hand out. You looked down at it, then back up at him.

"I could just call Kyungsoo to pick me up. I'd feel bad about taking your money."

You barely whisper out.

He shakes his head, his eyes resting on your lips for a mere second.

"Don't do that. I can take care of you."

He didn't mean for that to come out so sensually, it just felt normal in this moment to speak to you like that. Maybe it was because he was drunk, the way he simply didn't care. You didn't say a word as you took the money from his palm, and maybe Junmyeon imagined it, but your fingers stayed a second longer on his.

You took a step forward, looking up at him. Your features softened, a gentle smile delivered straight to his heart.

"Thank you, Myeonnie."

He could feel the warmth radiating off your body, the way the both of you were so close to one another. So he offers his own smile, nodding his head. He coughs to break the tension he was feeling, and your smile falters then. He turns around, dipping his head to look in both directions of the street. He waits until he spots a pair of headlights tumbling down the narrow road, and he waves his hand in the air.

He watches as you walk next to the vehicle, your hand reaching the handle. You suddenly pause, and Junmyeon looks at your stilled body in confusion. Before he could register anything else, he feels your arms wrap around his waist, pulling him into your embrace. He doesn't know what to do with his hands, just keeps them at bay on either side of his torso. The man in the cab looks at him questiongly, then flashes him a toothy grin. He mimics hugging someone, then points at him to do the same.

"When someone hugs you... you hug 'em back." You slurred against his chest.

Your words vibrated against his skin, and he's worried that you would feel just how fast his heart was pumping. So he rashfully swings his arms around you as well, pulling you in tighter. He rests his head on top of yours, bringing his right hand to comb your hair. His nose catches the scent of lavender, and he closes his eyes, taking it in. He wasn't weird, not at all. Employees can hug. They could definitely enjoy the smell of their shampoo too; especially since it was probably a great brand. Yeah, that was it. He just was entranced by whatever product you used... not you. Couldn't be.

You pulled back from him, your arms disappearing from his waist. He almost wanted to pull you back in, but he knew anything more than that could be worse for him. So he doesn't say anything else when you finally get inside the car. He waves you off, watching your face brighten as you wave excidelty back. He shoves his hands in his pockets, the red tail lights staining his face, morphing the evidence of the reddish hue of a blush.

"I can't wait to see you tomorrow." He breathes out heavily into the night.

He replays you saying the nickname you gave him repeatedly in his head, smiling to himself as he sinks into his car. He remembers thumping his fingers tirelessly against the wheel, his head resting against the carseat. He fell asleep in his vehicle that night. It was the best sleep he had ever gotten in his entire life.

And he had a great fucking mattress at home.

But for some reason the stiff and uncomfortable leather wasn't that bad. He wouldn't mind a bad back if it meant that he was able to see you. Junmyeon-

"Junmyeon?"

He snaps back into reality, his eyes focusing on what was once a bright blue sky, now overcast with gray clouds, leaving the city to be shadowed by the rainy weather. He turns around, making sure to keep his composure; not letting his wandering thoughts display on his face. It was Jisoo, Y/N's assistant. She bowed, flattening down her navy blue skirt.

"Your phone has been going off, sir. Y/N left me a message to let you know she was trying to get in touch with you."

He nodded, then waved her off. She closes the door behind her, and Junmyeon rushes over to his desk, hurriedly picking up his phone. He opens up his text message inbox and clicks over your contact.

hey, sehun let me know he's coming. did you know that?

he also said we'd be meeting sooner than we planned. 2:30?

see you soon, :)

He sighs, letting his fingers roam through his hair. He brings his watch up again, 2:00.

"Fuck you, Sehun."

Junmyeon let everyone know that he'd most likely be back later, and to his approval, no one fought him on it. As he drove to the cafe, he thought about how you would have angrily combated him, probably stomping your feet as you whined about him being behind on his work. He missed having you in the office; and that was the main reason he asked you to meet him today. Sure, the station was well run on his watch, but he needed the stability for himself back. Which mainly came from you; keeping him on his toes and breathing down his back 24/7.

He wouldn't lie to himself. He was nervous texting you. The two of you hadn't spoken that much, especially when he had issued for you to go on an extended leave. Sure, he had seen you at the crime scene and chatted, but there was an obvious piece of shit glued right by your side. It didn't feel the same.

You didn't feel the same.

He parked his car, running over his appearance in the rearview mirror. He looked beat, but that was mostly because he hadn't been sleeping well. He hated to admit it, but most of his nights consisted of thinking about Baekhyun. The chilling looks he gave him... the way he spoke to him like he was beneath him. Obviously, it didn't faze him in the slightest, he was used to seeing deadbeat criminals on an everyday basis. Not that he was a criminal, but, the aura he radiated was one of them, most precisely. The man was off.

He wasn't like anyone he met before.

But there was something that Junmyeon recognized.

He could recognize it so well. It was like reading a book, the way Baekhyun was able to cover his emotions so delicately, so routinely. He did it himself. The mask of mystery was something he prided himself in, especially when it came to his own feelings towards you. He was able to contain his anger, fester it inside of him and let it diminish whenever he commanded it to. Except when it came to Baekhyun.

"Get him out of your head." He sternly told himself.

He was there to see you. Not Baekhyun.

There wasn't any reason for him to think about your... boyfriend. Which- that was still getting some used to on Junmyeon's part. He didn't understand it, and couldn't accept it. The whole arrangement seemed too forced, even seemed too perfect. Two people who had the unfortunate burden of their significant others passing away. What a tragic way to tell people how you met.

He stepped out of his car, locking it behind him as he ventured towards the cafe he had recommended. He pulled the collar of his jacket out, the same jacket that he adorned on you the night you both had gotten drinks. Junmyeon turned the corner, his Hermès black loafers clacking against the pavement. His sight lands on the back of his friend; Sehun.

He stood outside the cafe, looking down at his phone. Junmyeon covers both sides of his mouth with his hands, yelling out his name. The younger man perks his head up, looking in the direction of his name being called. He immediately lets his shoulders drop, Junmyeon taking into account that his stress levels must be high. Once he's at arm's length, he pulls him into a tight hug. Sehun grabs onto him tightly, and Junmyeon has to question again just what this could be about.

They pull apart, and he notices that his friend's eyes are puffy.

"Are you okay? You look like you've been crying."

Sehun looks away, patting his eyes with his hands. His chuckle sounds strained,

"Yeah, yeah. Don't need to point it out."

Junmyeon puts his hand on his shoulder, rubbing small circles into it. He feels tense.

"It's okay. I'm here. We can talk about whatever you need to get off your chest, okay?"

Sehun looks at him, his eyes showing desperation.

"Once Y/N gets here. That's when I'll feel okay."

This raises flags in Junmyeon's head.

"Is she okay? What the fuck do you mean by that?"

Sehun seems struck with confusion, then he widens his eyes and shakes his head.

"N-No! I didn't mean anything was wrong with her. She's fine. She's alive."

"Why the hell would she not be?" He spits back.

The raven haired boy starts to speak, but a plop of rain suddenly drifts down from the sky, hitting him on the forehead. He looks up, and just like he flipped a switch, a downpour of rain spills down on them. They both start to cover their heads with their hands, and Junmyeon has to push their wet bodies inside the shop. He lets a breath of relief out as the small cafe warms up his bones. He eyes Sehun carefully, following behind him as he picks out a table in the back corner. They take a seat, being immediately approached by a waiter.

"I'll take an Americano," Junmyeon smiles at the young teen before he brings his attention to Sehun, "He'll take a black coffee-"

"N-no. Do you have anything sweet? Like uh... do you have boba?"

The waitress laughs nervously.

"We're a coffee shop. I can get you a Mocha. They're pretty sweet to begin with-"

Sehun nods, bringing his hand up to wave her off.

"Yeah. That. Whatever."

She gives him a disappointed frown as she walks off. Junmyeon scrunches his eyebrows together and extends his hands out in an 'What the fuck was that?' manner.

Sehun looks frantic, his words coming out so fast that Junmyeon has to ask him to slow down.

"Listen- I'm just really freaked right now, okay? I really have to be honest with how I'm feeling about some things and you're the person I know will fix them."

"Well that really puts more on my plate. I really want to know what you're talking about though. How about you stop running around in circles and just spit it out?"

The other takes a deep breath, but before he could let loose what was bothering him, his eyes face towards the cafe entrance. Junmyeon continues to stare at him, his mouth left open with his question still dangling in the air. Sehun starts to fumble on his words, his fingers tapping anxiously on the table, and that was when Junmyeon took it as his sign to turn around. But before he could, Sehun grabbed his hand and yanked him back.

"Don't. Look." He says dangerously low.

"Junmyeon!"

He smiles suddenly without thinking, your voice immediately calming his anxious thoughts. He watches as Sehun's face pales, and his hold on his hand is let go. Junmyeon finally turns around to wave at you, a smile smeared on his face- but the sudden excitement to see you is shadowed by the person with his hand around your waist.

"Jun! Good to see you again!"

Baekhyun smiles devilishly at Junmyeon as he stops the both of them in front of the table. He wore a black baggy long sleeved shirt, joined with light washed denim pants. A gold chain dangled from his neck, bright against his pale collarbones. He pushed his Ray Bans out of his eyes, pushing back his shabby dyed white hair. He looks at Sehun, cocking his head to the side and feigning fake astonishment as he points at the troubled man.

"Sehun! It's been so long since I've seen you. Y/N here said you wanted to talk about something important. And, well, since I'm her boyfriend and such a close friend with you- I knew that I had to come with. Do you mind if you sit next to Junmyeon? I just like to be next to her."

Baekhyun's eyes seemingly pierce through Sehun's shocked demeanor, his jaw left unhinged as the question lingers amongst them. When nothing is said, Junmyeon watches as Baekhyun tilts his head up quickly and uses his eyes to look at the empty seat next to himself. It was almost comical watching Sehun rush out of his chair and accompany Junmyeon on his side of the table.

You... well you looked like yourself. From what Sehun had framed earlier, Junmyeon was thinking the absolute worst. Maybe you got into an accident, or you tripped and broke a bone. But here you were; bare faced, flushed cheeks and twinkling eyes. You looked fine.

He watches as Baekhyun pulls out the seat for you, kissing your head as you smile back at him. He adjusts himself on the chair, bringing his hands onto the table rather loudly, the impact of his interlaced fingers thudding against it. He looks between Sehun and himself before he squints and lets a chuckle out.

"I think I know what this is about." He says matter-of-factly.

You don't say a word, Junmyeon notes. You instead look down at your lap, your lips still formed into a smile. In return for Baekhyun announcing his educated guess, Junmyeon leans in his chair and tilts back so the two back pegs are only on the floor. He brings a finger to his mouth and speaks diligently.

"I was only aware that Y/N would be coming. She never mentioned you coming, Baekhyun."

He watches as Baekhyun's expression doesn't falter, simply adjusts to the tone that Junmyeon laced with venom. He shifts his body to face him, using his right arm to drape around your shoulders, squeezing it. You're wearing a shirt that was unfamiliar to him, it was too baggy on your frame. He guessed it belonged to the unnerving cunt that sat across from him.

"Well like I stated before, Jun. I'm close friends with Oh Sehun. Right?" Baekhyun looks at Sehun, and the boy nods, not looking back at him. Junmyeon studies his body language; it was like he was a cornered animal, unable to escape. And Baekhyun was the hungry predator ready to pounce on him.

Junmyeon nods at this.

"Okay. So what are we here to talk about Sehun?" He places his hand on Sehun's shoulder, taken back when the other jumps a little.

"I- I. I actually forgot."

You reach forward across the table, your palm open in front of Sehun.

"Sehun, you could tell us anything. I'm here for you. You know that."

Sehun hesitatingly brings his own hand on the table, his fingers inches from yours, but he suddenly pulls back, closing it into a fist.

"I know, Y/N." He says weakly.

You look at Junmyeon pleadingly, so he rests his chair back normally on the ground. He starts to pat Sehun's back, then rubs it gently.

"She's right. You could tell us what's on your mind. You did say it was important."

He looks up, only to stare directly at Baekhyun. The two of them don't exchange any words- but Junmyeon takes into account how your boyfriend licks his lips and starts to smile.

What the fuck is happening? And why can't Sehun talk about what is obviously bothering him?

"I think you're nervous to talk about this in front of someone who wasn't invited," Junmyeon states blankly, and you give him a sad look before he continues, "But regardless. He's here, and he said that you're close as well. You agreed to it. Are you lying?"

Sehun shakes his head quickly. Junmyeon knows he's lying. But he doesn't show the discernment that he's feeling inside, and can't give Baekhyun any satisfaction that he's slipping up in his own emotions. They already had one of them crumbling right in front of their eyes. Before Sehun could say anything else, Baekhyun takes the lead.

"I know what it is."

You look at him confused.

"You do, Baek?"

Junmyeon sneers at that. But as much as that bothered him, his interest was settled on what Baekhyun would say next. He watched as Baekhyun nodded very surely, tapping his fingers to the rhythm of the song that was playing in the cafe.

"Sehun has been having suicidal thoughts. I would know. He called me and told me about it."

And for once, Junmyeon was stunned. He was not expecting Baekhyun to say that, but even moreso, it seemed like Sehun didn't either. He gapes, spreading his hands out on the table, looking in a flurry between the three people seated with him at the table. The police officer watches as a bead of sweat travels down the side of his forehead, his lips beginning to tremble.

Baekhyun clears his throat, then leaned back into his chair, his arms folding behind his neck.

"Yeah. He told me he was contemplating suicide. He was too nervous to talk about it since he's never had those emotions before, but I get it. It's not easy to talk about wanting to slice your wrists when so many people have died recently," He eyes the paper menu on the right side of him, picking it up gingerly,

"But I insisted that he talk about it. Therapists are too expensive these days. I let him know that I'm his friend. He could trust me, you know? But he wanted to see you guys today so... I guess he built up enough confidence to say the truth. Right, Sehun? The truth?"

No one says anything. They stay silent until the waitress delivers the men's drinks, then quickly draws down your order and Baekhyun's. Junmyeon studies him, how he smiled at the young girl; how he was able to say such obscene things and happily order his coffee like normal. He couldn't understand him, couldn't dissect him at all. He was stronger than he looked but Junmyeon knew that he could crack him.

It wasn't like he didn't believe what he said, but if Sehun was feeling like that, truly, he knew that he could talk to his friend in private. This wasn't something that the younger would do, not at all. There had to be something else that was itching his brain, but he was obviously too scared to speak about it in front of Baekhyun.

He picks up his Americano, taking a small sip.

"How do you know Sehun, Baekhyun?"

You speak this time, which surprised Junmyeon.

"Baekhyun told me that they go way back. They used to do business together."

Junmyeon looks at Sehun, forming a tight knit line.

"Is that so?"

"We might have hung out a couple times." He mumbles out before he drinks his mocha.

He returned his sight to Baekhyun, who shrugged as his smile got wider.

"What can I say? I'm a people person. Everyone likes me."

"Even Chanyeol?"

Baekhyun's eyes dim. He leans into the table, the smile vanishing,

"Even Chanyeol, yes."

Junmyeon starts to smile this time.

"You know it's funny. Chanyeol just got into a fight a couple weeks back. Did you know about that? Looks pretty awful if I say so myself."

You look at your boyfriend in a dazed state, obviously not following the tension that was brewing.

"You didn't say anything about that. But Jun," You purse your lips together, "What does that have to do with anything? We're here for Sehun."

He looks off to the interior decorating the cafe, little potted plants hanging from the ceiling, strings of lights glowing brightly against the tan walls.

"Just making small talk. You don't have to get defensive, Y/N."

You push your tongue into the side of your cheek, looking back down at your lap.

"I'm not getting defensive. I'm just saying if Sehun is feeling... suicidal, we should be conversating about that. Not about how the Deputy got into a fucking fight."

"Well it's pretty fucking obvious that Sehun doesn't want to talk about it. Come on, Y/N. You know how to detect body language just as well as I do. It's because of him."

He jabs his finger toward Baekhyun. The accused man flutters his eyelashes bashfully, resting his chin on both of his hands.

"Me? What did I do?" He says tauntingly.

Junmyeon flared his nostrils, the familiar heat rising in his chest like the night he flung your underwear around his face. He wanted to slam him against the wall, yell in his face and realize that he was no match against Junmyeon's strength. He settles on slamming his fists on the table, spilling his drink, the hot liquid traveling on his skin. It burned, but it didn't compare to the fire that was ignited inside him now.

"You know exactly what I'm getting at here, Byun. You scare Sehun fucking shitless, and for whatever reason he can't even maintain eye contact with you. You're nothing but a weak joke. You cascade this macho persona, but I see right through it. You're nothing but an empty shell that draws on masks and puts it on to fit every single situation. I don't fucking like you."

He lets out an aggravated tsk as he finishes, looking down at the table. He knew he showed too much to Baekhyun, gave him too much information just by playing into his game. He knew now that he was easily triggered by his obliviousness. He wanted to slap himself in the face.

"Junmyeon. Can I talk to you outside?"

He looks up to meet your distressed state, and he nods in a flash, standing up and following you outside the cafe. Before you got up, you whispered something in Baekhyun's ear that made his facial features twitch. His eyelids drooped downwards, but he regained his once upbeat personality and laid a kiss on your cheek. He could feel Baekhyun's stare burning holes in the back of his head, but at this moment, Junmyeon didn't care.

He listened to the small chime of the bell go off as the door closed behind them, then turned to face you. The rain beat down on your head, your once dry hair dampened by the merciless weather. He has to break the silence, you hadn't spoken a single word and continued your stare directly into his soul.

"What? What do you want from me?" He spats out.

Your bottom lip juts out, your eyes furiously blinking away the rain.

"Why are you acting like this?"

He stands still, letting the rain blur his vision of you. He forms his hands into fists.

"Like what? Like a normal human being? I don't know you anymore, Y/N. You've changed."

You scoff at that, shifting your weight on your right leg. You bring up your hand and shake it angrily. "Me? I'm the same as I've ever been. You're the one who changed," You cross your arms over your chest, "You don't talk to me anymore. You stopped reaching out, you- you fucking made me leave work! You left me alone after Kyungsoo died, and you expect me to be my bubbly happy go-lucky self? Fuck you."

You shove him, and when he doesn't move from the impact of your soft blow, you strike him again on the chest. He doesn't change his position, just looks down at you while you pound your fists against his body, watching as you begin to cry. It broke his heart. Seeing you like this. The worst part for Junmyeon was knowing that he couldn't be the one to fix this for you, there would never be the same connection between the both of you unless Baekhyun was out of the equation.

The most sickening thought to Junmyeon was knowing that you would never leave Baekhyun.

Not for Sehun.

Not for Kyungsoo.

Not even him.

He sighs as he stops your actions in a heartbeat, grabbing your arms mid air. You hiccup as you look back up at him, your eyes filled with tears. Your eyes that stole his heart were nothing but a black hole now, and even if Junmyeon wanted to pull you back out, you wouldn't have accepted his hand. He fights his own sob trying to erupt from his throat, putting on a smile for you. You shake your head, your pink lips forming to say something. But you didn't.

"Are you cold?" He mutters out brokenly.

You scrunch your face up, your cheeks, a beautiful shade of pink. Your eyes shut closer together as you bite your lip to contain your whines, and shake your head.

"I... I've got thick skin."

He licks his lips, looking at the stained ground. He releases his grip on you, letting his arms fall back to his sides. "You should head back inside."

You shake your head more violently now, punching his arms.

"You're supposed to give me your jacket, you fucking prick."

It sounded desperate. Like you were hoping that the connection you had could somehow be fused back together with something as pathetic as a jacket. You continue to hit him, speaking in choked sobs, repeating for him to give you his jacket. But he doesn't listen anymore. He just stares at you, watching how devastatingly broken you were.

"That's enough, Y/N."

"No. You need me just as much as I need you." You snap back.

He shakes his head at you. He grabs the handle of the cafe door, turning his back on you.

"I don't need you at all. Don't bother coming back to work."

You start to scream a string of obscenities at him, but he silences the hurtful spikes you were throwing at him. He let the door close behind him, watching as some of the people inside gave him incredulous looks, the waitress peering outside while covering her mouth. He fashioned the cuffs of his jacket so they didn't look so disheveled, then cleared his throat as he approached the table in the corner.

Baekhyun doesn't say a word, but Junmyeon knows that he's holding back some type of resentment. The man's face distorted into pure anger, his hold on the coffee mug making his knuckles a bright red. Sehun huddled into his seat, not daring to look up at Junmyeon. He sighs at that, lazily looking between the two. He clicks his tongue, bringing his now cold drink up to his lips, gulping it down completely.

Once he finished, he placed it back gently on the table. He pulled out his wallet and pulled a few stray bills, confidently placing it on the table.

"I think that should cover everyone here. Sehun, are you coming?"

Baekhyun stands up, inching towards Junmyeon and stopping until he was only inches away from his face. His head bobs lightly, his tongue tracing his lips before he spoke.

"Sehun and I are going to spend some time together. Is that alright with you?"

Junmyeon is tired at this point. He's had enough of Baekhyun. Of you. So he chuckles darkly, making Baekhyun look at him with a quizzical expression.

"Do whatever the fuck you want. You might want to give Y/N a ride back to her house though. She's completely drenched. You should warm him up, make sure she doesn't catch a cold."

He turns his feet in the direction he came from, but Baekhyun's hand grabs his shoulder.

Junmyeon doesn't bother looking back, just stands in place as he looks out the window.

"I'll fuck her good for you."

And that was enough for him. He had it.

Junmyeon laughed, closing his eyes as he turned around slowly. He ducks his head down, bringing it up slightly so Baekhyun would only see his eyes. He smirked at him, opening his mouth to probably spit out some other lewd details, but Junmyeon doesn't give him the chance. He brings his fist to connect with Baekhyun's jaw, watching as the smaller man topples back on the table, his hands gripping onto the edges of it. Screams begin to echo in the once quiet shop, and Junmyeon can hear people scrambling out of the chairs, the squeaks of shoes running right out the door.

The waitress does nothing but look onto the fight unfold behind the counter, her phone shaking in her grasp as she tries to unlock it. Baekhyun spits on the floor, blood painting the washed out gray flooring. He looks back up, and Junmyeon hesitates as he watches Baekhyun's eyes turn into something almost demonic, his white teeth stained with the ruby color, smiling right at him. It almost felt like he wanted this to happen; but Junmyeon doesn't want to miss the opportunity to beat him to a pulp.

Baekhyun lands a pretty good punch to his chin, making Junmyeon twist his neck to the left. He shakes it off quickly, running back at him and grabbing him by his shirt, pushing him against the wall. He doesn't stop his fist from hitting his face, not giving him any mercy, just enjoying seeing the blood erupt from his mouth. It wasn't until Sehun pulled him off that he let him go. Baekhyun slides down the wall, his hands weakly spread on the floor, the smile on his face never leaving.

He wheezes, and Junmyeon just stares as Sehun restrains his arms behind his back, telling him, "It's okay, It's okay." He's in a delirious state now, looking down at his own shirt, the vermillion stains looking right back up at him. He watches as you somehow rush to Baekhyun's aid, looking at him and screaming. But it's all just static in his head. He pushes Sehun off of him, grunting as he winds his shoulder back. He stumbles as he walks away from the gore fest he created, cracking his knuckles.

"Sir! You cannot leave this premise, I already called the cops!"

The waitress was crying, her phone raised to her ear as she pointed at him. Junmyeon snickers, looking at her frazzled state. He continues to walk towards the door, stopping as he looks back at her, offering her a genuine side smile.

"I am the police. Go get him some napkins. He'll be fine."

He opens the door, looking up at the sky, watching the rain pour down. He smacks his lips together, then without a thought in his head, he takes off his jacket. He looks back inside, Sehun looking back at him with shock, and tosses it on one of the tables.

"Give it to Baekhyun. He needs it more than me."

Baekhyun's POV

"Get in the fucking car, Sehun."

Baekhyun didn't know what was exactly going to transpire today, but it sure as fuck wasn't this. He sits himself in his car, immediately looking at his face in the mirror. His nose was bleeding, one of his eyes was turning completely red- to which Baekhyun scoffed.

He looked down at his hand, the faint color of crimson staining it. Usually this would be fine, but in this scenario he was disgusted. There should never be a moment where he, Baekhyun, would be the one spitting up blood. He listens to the back passanger's door close harshly, and he looks at a spooked Sehun staring back at him. He's stark white, his legs crossed over one another, his body visibly shaking.

He licks his lips as he looks away, gripping the steering wheel.

"Did you know he was going to do that?" He says sourly.

Sehun shook his head, looking outside the window.

"No. I've never seen him like that before."

Baekhyun punches the wheel then, making Sehun audibly gasp. He turned around in a flash, teeth gritting together, aiming his next words towards the young boy.

"I'm going to take Y/N home, and if you-" He jabs his finger in the other's chest, "say a single thing? I'll make sure you regret it. You got me?"

He nods, tears brimming his eyes already. Baekhyun chuckles at that, pulling his hand away from him and sitting back in his seat completely. He clears his throat, blood still spewing from his lips. He grimaces, looking outside his own window this time, watching you walk up to his side with more napkins.

You tap the window, and Baekhyun nimbly pushes down the button to roll it down. You quickly shove the napkins towards his nose, you're forcing out too many words at once, making you stutter uncontrollably.

"I- I did- I can't believe he did that. Are you o-okay?" You take sharp breaths in between each word, like it hurt to inhale.

Baekhyun's heart swells at that, and he rests his hand over yours, stopping your frantic movements. He shakes his head and closes his eyes, trying to remain calm for you. He listens to your ragged breathing, then rests his gaze on yours. He smiles.

"I'll be fine. Let me take you home-"

"No. I- I have to talk to him."

And why did you want to talk to him? Baekhyun wondered. He was only one short circuit away from blowing up, but he reminds himself that it's you, that's he talking to. He couldn't have you thinking he was the controlling boyfriend that he knows he is. Baekhyun would be the composed, innocent man in this situation. And God, it really fucking sucked being good.

"If that's what you think you should do. Go for it." He narrows his eyes, watching as you didn't expect that response. You nod hestitangly, unsure of what to do with the remaining napkins in your hand. He shakes his head softly, taking them from you.

"Make sure you text me when you get home then. I'll come over." He says in a whisper.

You give him a sympathetic smile, "Of course."

You give him a kiss on his cheek, to which Baekhyun makes sure to record in his memories to fond over later. You turn around, but Baekhyun reaches out his window and latches his grasp on your wrist. You look back confused, but he doesn't even need to say it to you now; something that he pleasantly enjoyed.

"I- I love you."

He tilts his head cheekily to the side, letting you go.

"I love you too."

He watched until you were only a speck in his vision, and then he grudgingly turned back around again, latching his fangs into Sehun.

"Get in the front with me."

Sehun shook his head.

"I'm okay back here-"

"Get up here." Baekhyun deadpans.

So there they were, driving in Baekhyun's car, driving aimlessly. He hasn't said anything to the other, just kept quiet as he tapped his finger on the wheel, watching his windshield wipers dispose of the rain on the car. Sehun cleared his throat when they arrived at a red light, and Baekhyun flickered his eyes on him for a second, then continued to stare forward at the road.

"What?" He says in a sardonic tone.

"Where are we going? I actually have some work I have to go over-"

"Really? What is it about?" Baekhyun smirks, hitting the gas pedal.

Sehun fiddles with his hands, "Just some um, you know. Burglary case."

Baekhyun nods, his voice ringing in the silent car.

"Man, I hate people like that. They could be so annoying, huh?"

Sehun forces out a bitter laugh.

"Y-yeah. They're... annoying."

"Tell me Sehun. Because I'm really, really, into what you do for a living. How do you live with yourself when you know you have blood on your hands? Do you think you're better than me?"

Silence.

He turns a street, slowing down his speed in the empty neighborhood. He waits for him to say something, but just like he knew, Sehun didn't dare say a single syllable. He looks at the dim lit houses and apartments as he continues his drive, pointing at some and complimenting the exterior. He stops in front of one, moving his hand towards the Park shift. He faces Sehun now, observing how he stayed completely still, his shoulders hunched over, his face looking completely in his lap. Baekhyun snaps his fingers, making the other jump in his seat.

"You see that house?"

Sehun diverted his attention outside the window. It was an ugly house; seemingly abandoned from the looks of it. It was almost as if it was being held by strings, the paint chipping off the wood, the lawn a complete jungle. The roof was beaten in, some had already caved in, submitting itself over to the undeniable death. He looked back at Baekhyun, his eyebrow raised.

"What about it?"

Baekhyun winced, his eye throbbing in pain. He fixates on Sehun through his migraine.

"It's beautiful."

"Beautiful? I don't see how-"

He slaps his face then, immediately grabbing his cheek to look back at him.

"Isn't it beautiful seeing things struggle to stay alive? No matter how broken they are. They still manage to live. And do you know why us, as people, no matter how battered and bruised we get, we still get up?"

Sehun shook his head in Baekhyun's hand. Baekhyun rolls his eyes, digging his fingernails into his skin. "Because they think they have purpose. And where does purpose come from? It comes from the undeniable feeling that something or someone created you- that some being put you in existence because they believed you had something to grace this fucked up reality."

He lets go of Sehun's face, shoving him against the window. He unbuckles his seatbelt, crawling towards his body and pushing his head on the window. He savors seeing Sehun's breath clouding on the clear glass, his breathing short with each one he took. He locks his fingers in his hair, twisting and pulling it, slamming his face into the glass harder.

"But do you want to know the one thing that people don't know?"

He snickers to himself as he grins.

"I am the person who decides people's purposes. Me."

Sehun pushes him off, saliva dripping down his mouth, his eyes in a crazed state. Baekhyun raises his hands in the air as if he'd been caught, then relaxes as he leans against his seat.

"So, Sehun. Can you answer my question?"

Sehun grips the leather seat, tears staining his cheeks.

"What question?" He lashes out.

"Do you think you're better than me?"

"I- I don't know. Why does this matter, why me?" He spews angrily.

Baekhyun sighs, lazily draping his seatbelt on himself. He resumes his quaint car drive, not answering Sehun's question. He wracked his mind about this for a while; people who knew they were going to die not cooperating with their killer. It never made sense, Baekhyun enjoyed the manipulative mind games he would play with people, much like a kid playing with their food. Deciding which portion of their meal would enter their mouths... which portion would end up unscathed. If you were in the palm of a sadistic killer, would you rather play with him or fight him?

The choice was fairly obvious.

But obviously not.

The gloomy skies turned a shade of purple and black, the moon resurfacing from its slumber. Baekhyun didn't say anything as he parked in front of the apartment building he frequented often. He pushed back the pain that screamed at him, lifting his hand to grab his car keys. Sehun stayed put, glancing up towards the building. When he didn't react, Baekhyun waved his key in the air questiongly at him.

"You're not excited to be here?"

"Why would I be?"

"Because now you won't be alone with me."

Sehun uttered underneath his breath, "I'm not talking to him anymore."

Baekhyun jutted his bottom lip out, masking a look of concern.

"Not best friends with your best friend anymore? Wonder why."

"Like you fucking care."

Baekhyun shook his head, reaching over to the glove box. He opened it up, pulling the sharp object out. He grazed his indent finger over the gray blade, watching how prettily it shined in the darkness. Sehun held his breath, watching Baekhyun admire his toy. Baekhyun smiled brightly, his cheeks warming up.

"I'm offended by that. I care about my friends. And you're my friend."

Something in the air changed when Baekhyun stated that; and he took into account how Sehun's once scared shitless exterior softened. Obviously something happened between him and Chanyeol, it wasn't like he necessarily cared about what it was about, but if it could make this more entertaining for him, he'll use it.

"Get out. If you make a run for it, I'll kill you."

Baekhyun stood behind Sehun as he entered the apartment building, knife embedded in his lower back. An awkward ride in the elevator was fun for Baekhyun, enjoying how Sehun squirmed in discomfort. He felt his phone vibrate in his back pocket, and without his eyes leaving Sehun's back, he pulled it out. He squinted from the bright light coming from his phone, but that soon was replaced with a heartwarming grin.

i made it home. let me know when you're coming over. i'll order take out. :) love you.

He shoved it back into his pocket as the elevator notified them they arrived. He couldn't wait to come back home to you, being able to be overwhelmed with your scent, your body, your touch. He almost stumbled in his step while thinking about it, but he covered it up by pushing Sehun ahead of him, towards Chanyeol's door.

He brushed some hair out of his eyes, gazing at Sehun's closed fist knocking on the door of his life-long friend. He felt his heart race faster as Chanyeol opened the door in shock, wearing only a robe, his hair in complete disarray. Baekhyun brought his free hand up, waving cutely in his direction.

"We haven't had a guy's night in a while."

Chanyeol had let them in, stubbornly, but still- let them in. Which was his biggest mistake in his life so far. Baekhyun had grabbed Sehun by his collar and led him towards the couch. He threw him down roughly, flipping the knife in his hand in the air before jokingly pretending to stab him.

"Quit it, Baek." Chanyeol shouted at him, taking his place on a chair beside the glass table.

Baekhyun giggled to himself, flashing the knife at Chanyeol. He grunted as he pushed the tip of the blade away, giving a snarling look. Crossing his arms, Chanyeol pierced his gaze at Sehun, the younger childishly looking away. He snorted at that, then watched as Baekhyun sat in his own chair.

Chanyeol quipped, "What the fuck happened to you? You almost look as bad as me."

"Your friend. Junmyeon." Baekhyun grunted out.

Chanyeol widens his eyes. Then erupts in boisterous laughter, hand clapping included. The two men aren't amused by it in the slightest, and after a couple more seconds of his annoying noise, he dwindles down, fully taking in the tension filled air. He licks his lips and brings his attention back to Baekhyun, but more importantly the blade that was adorned in his grip.

"What's the knife for, huh?" Chanyeol barks at him. He was nervous, Baekhyun could tell.

So he shimmies into his seat, ready to watch the show unfold in front of his very eyes; perfectly orchestrated by him. "I thought we'd play a game."

Sehun sits up in his seat, broadcasting for the first time a sense of confidence.

"A game?"

Baekhyun nods sweetly.

"A game. Rules are that you have to play. If you don't- well you know." He says in a singsong voice.

He watches Chanyeol stretch out his arms, sighing. He flashes a grim look towards Sehun.

"Thought you didn't want to see me anymore. Why'd you come?"

"Yeah, like I volunteered to be held at knife point by Baekhyun. I didn't want to come here."

Baekhyun stifles back laughter, crossing his legs together as he listens to the argument stirring up. He looked down at his knife; the same knife he used on Mina. If he squinted hard enough, he could still see the faint blood on the pristine gift Chanyeol gave him.

"Well I don't know, this could be an ambush for all I know. You and your stupid fucking choices that you make. You never learn, do you?" Chanyeol's veins popped out of his neck as he spoke to Sehun.

Sehun rolled his eyes, looking at Baekhyun.

"What do we have to do?"

"What, so you're ignoring me now? Prick." Chanyeol spits.

Baekhyun stands, interjecting as he raises his hands in the air.

"Now now. Let's not get too excited to play the game. Let me explain the rules, okay guys?"

They don't say anything so Baekhyun takes it that they're interested. He loved his friends.

"So, the whole premise is kind of silly," He chuckles as he walks over to the couch, wrapping his arm around Sehun's shoulders, "Basically, the two of you spill your guts about every horrible thing you've done for me. The one who takes responsibility wins. Pretty easy, right?"

Sehun puckers his lips and begins to open his mouth, but Baekhyun shushes him, grazing the knife on his cheek. "I'm not finished."

"The one who's too much of a self centered cunt, dies. By who? You're wondering? Well," He stands up, dragging the knife on the glass table, making the men in the room groan from the noise, "By the one who wins. I think it's pretty fair."

Chanyeol gives him the most stomach-turning frown, his lips trembling in distraught.

"No fucking way."

Baekhyun walks behind Chanyeol's chair, his hand bringing the knife to his neck. He inches towards the other's ear, his lips grazing his skin ever so slightly.

"Aren't we friends, Channie? Best friends, right?"

His friend's hand grips the chair's arm furiously, "Us being friends doesn't have anything to do with this, Baekhyun."

"Oh, but I think it does. You know why it does, Chanyeol? Because I have something on you. And if I tell the entire world what Park Chanyeol did- well, that wouldn't end well for you, right? But I'm your friend, so I'll give you a chance to not ruin your perfect cookie cutter reputation."

He slices Chanyeol's skin lightly, looking down to see the small beads of blood sprout from his neck. He immediately hushes his deep rooted snarls, his body settling into the situation that was being unfolded. Sehun gapes, but he slowly closes his own mouth, eyebrows furrowed together as he leans out of his seat.

Baekhyun smiles. "Okay then. Who wants to be honest?"

He sits back down in his chair. Of course, he had something up his sleeve. He slipped his phone out of his pocket, cleverly hiding it from view underneath his thigh. He rummaged through his miscellaneous apps, until he finally clicked on Voice Memos. And finally, the game would actually begin.

Sehun starts it off, which was little to no surprise to Baekhyun. He was the weaker one out of all of them after all.

"I- I disposed of the body of Baekhyun's girlfriend. I didn't like doing it though. I- I still have nightmares about it."

Baekhyun gives a light hearted clap, to which Sehun glares. He looks towards Chanyeol, and Baekhyun copies. He looks tired, his arms hanging off the arms of the chair, his eyes fixated on the ground.

"Chanyeol? What about you? What have you done?" Baekhyun questions.

Chanyeol licks his lips, pulled out of the trance he put himself in.

"I... I haven't done anything."

God, was he an idiot. He knew his friend was prideful, but did he really have to be when it came to his own life? He sighs, shaking his head.

"No... I don't think that's right. Come on, spill your guts. We don't judge here!"

His cheerfulness does nothing to the bland environment. Chanyeol covers his face with both of his hands, something of a sob tumbling from his throat. Baekhyun looks at Sehun, giving him a look that reads, "Can you believe this guy?"

"I didn't do anything. I haven't." Chanyeol repeats.

Sehun stands up, anger fusing into his features.

"I should have known you wouldn't fess up to anything. You're just like your fucking dad."

Baekhyun gasps, placing his hands over his mouth. He tries to fight off the incoming laughter from his chest, but it spills over maniacally. Of course, he knew Chanyeol's trouble with his own father, I mean he issued him to kill him for Christ's sake. But compared to Baekhyun, Chanyeol's sanity when it came to his dad was utterly gone. He knew not to talk about it; only when it mattered, when it was a reminder. Obviously Sehun didn't know about this. So Baekhyun continued his fit of giggles, his eyes latching onto Chanyeol's furious state.

"You know, I let it go earlier. I mean, you didn't even give me the chance to say anything before you left, you fucking asshole. But you- you don't know anything about my fucking father. He was a living fucking nightmare, he cheated, he lied, he hit me. I am nothing, like him," Chanyeol kicks his chair back, his body moving faster than he could have been thinking, stopping as he stands in Sehun's face, "So shut the fuck up if you know what's good for you."

Sehun clenches his fists, mustering up a confident face, but failing horribly.

"I killed Kyungsoo. I am the person who fucking helped. I disposed of a body. Come on, Chanyeol. Fucking take ownership. Don't fucking die because your pride!"

With a gurgled yell, Chanyeol punches Sehun in the face, his own face bright red with anger. Sehun fights back, grabbing Chanyeol by his shoulders and shoving him into the glass table, shards gliding on the hardwood floor, pieces stopping at Baekhyun's shoes. Baekhyun's adrenaline shoots up, his already widened eyes stretching out even more, his smile so big it's beginning to hurt. He picks up a shard of glass, flipping it around in his hand as he watches Sehun plummeting his fist into Chanyeol's face.

He stands up, walking behind Sehun and seeing his friend's face go in and out of consciousness. His lip is busted, blood is sprayed on his chin and exposed chest, his eyes are in a dazed, frenzied state. Sehun freezes his movements, taking a deep breath in before he pulls Chanyeol up, looking him straight in the eyes.

"Chanyeol. Please, say something."

He spits blood on the younger's face, yet Sehun stays stoic. He whispers this time,

"Choose me. Choose to live."

Baekhyun huffs annoyed, giving Sehun's ribs a hard kick, watching him cripple up and fall on the ground. He stands over Chanyeol now, both of his feet on either side of him, crouches down and smacks his lips together.

"What did you end up doing yourself, huh, Yeol?" He brushes some of Chanyeol's dark locks off his forehead, gagging as he touches some of the blood that was painted into his skin.

Chanyeol's voice is brittle as he speaks, "P-please. Help."

The words came out weakly, each syllable too painful for him to escape from his mouth. Baekhyun ponders for a moment, then nods his head. He picks up his battered friend, sitting him up and dragging him so he leans on the chair he had kicked back moments prior. He slaps him a little, trying to keep him conscious. When he finally lets up and keeps his eyes open, Baekhyun waves the knife in his face gleefully.

"You want me to help you, right?"

Chanyeol nods slowly, his eyes crossing repeatedly, trying to focus on him. Baekhyun let's a small, "uh-huh," out, then walked towards Sehun. He repeats his action, dragging his body and stopping to drop him right in front of Chanyeol's feet. He digs his foot into Sehun's neck, putting pressure steadily, watching him struggle to push him off. Baekhyun looks at Chanyeol with a straight face, eyes dark.

"What do you want me to do, Chanyeol?"

Chanyeol, becoming more and more aware of what's happening, gurgles on his own blood, sputtering out drops of the red on Sehun's face. He shakes his hands, getting on his knees and trying to remove Baekhyun's foot from the other's throat. Baekhyun sneers at that, disappointment settling into his features. He keeps his foot on the other's throat and takes a step in Chanyeol's direction, bringing the knife to the side of his neck.

"You can't save him. But you want to know what you can do?" Baekhyun lashes out in anger.

Chanyeol shakes, looking up defeated.

"W-what?" He says brokenly.

Baekhyun removes the knife from his throat, then points his finger and motions for Chanyeol to get on top of Sehun. It takes him a moment to register what he's asking, but nonetheless, he does it. And Baekhyun feels almost a little bit of pity for him; but it's quickly erased when he hears Sehun wheeze against his shoe. He takes his foot off of him, crouching behind Chanyeol, placing his hands on his shoulders, leaning his head against the crook of his neck as he peered down at Sehun.

"What do you want to say, Sehun?" Baekhyun asks.

There's fear in his eyes, and the all knowing feeling that his last words were coming soon. He knew the look all too well, loved seeing it. But in this moment, it felt different. Rather than the impending speech of love being tarnished, a future of marriage memorized and said endless amounts of times to potential lovers, this was Sehun. Sehun, who played the game right, Sehun who didn't let pride wash over him. It made Baekhyun feel... like a God. He was the one who wrote the script, who decided to change the rules if it didn't seem fit to his liking, he was- He Is- God.

"The answer- to your question." Sehun says shakily.

Baekhyun shapes his mouth into an, "O '' shape, nodding his head and biting his lip eagerly.

"Yes? And what is that?"

Sehun looks directly at Chanyeol as he speaks,

"I'm not better than you."

Baekhyun hears Chanyeol's voice hitch, his body trembling. Sehun continues.

"You win. You'll always win, Baekhyun."

"Exactly. Now, Chanyeol," Baekhyun slithers his hand down to Chanyeol's, placing the knife in his hand, "I'm going to give you something that you've always wanted."

Chanyeol replies in a monotone voice, "Which is?"

"To kill and rid of the obstacle in your life. I won't do it for you this time. Think of it as a gift."

He looks as Chanyeol slowly but surely wraps each finger around the hilt of the knife, until it is in his grasp most surely. Baekhyun gingerly brings his hand on Chanyeol's arm, pushing it towards Sehun's chest. He lets go once the blade is inches from Sehun's own flesh, pausing to watch what his friend would do next.

Sehun sobs, "We can still do it. We can still kill him, Chanyeol."

"Is that right, Chanyeol? You can still kill me? Well look, I'm right here. Do it." Baekhyun lets the last words drip with curiosity.

Chanyeol doesn't make any movements. He stays on top of Sehun, knife remaining inches from his chest. His troubled breathing is the only sound in the apartment, only until he speaks with the utmost confidence.

"I... I can be loyal to something as small as a best friend, Sehun."

Sehun's eyes glimmered with hope then, Baekhyun almost faltering in his own confidence.

"Yes- Yes, Chanyeol! I knew you would choose me-"

And Chanyeol followed his words as he plummeted the knife into his friend.

"Chan...chanyeol?"

Sehun's mouth was left agape as he looked down shakily at the knife sticking out of his chest, Chanyeol's body hunched over Sehun's in a ghostly manner. Baekhyun let out a nervous chuckle, putting a hand over his heart, closing his eyes in relief. He doubted- for a second, that Chanyeol would be persuaded by the meaningless words Sehun spouted out. But Baekhyun knew.

"I knew you would choose me." Baekhyun says sarcastically, mimicking Sehun.

Chanyeol says nothing as he takes the knife out of Sehun, throwing it away from his sight. He picked up the limp body now, his hand moving behind Sehun's head, pushing it up, shaking it.

"Sehun? Sehun, please. I- I didn't do it. I didn't-"

A string of sobs continued after, and Baekhyun walked quietly to retrieve his weapon, cleaning off the blood with his already ruined shirt. He made his way back to Chanyeol, who was attempting to revive Sehun's dead body, chest heaving as snot shot from his nose, his tears cascading on the corpse's face. Baekhyun snaps his finger, earning a devastated and desperate look from Chanyeol.

"And where's my thank you for saving your ass?" Baekhyun crossed his arms together.

Chanyeol blinked, his face morphing into one of shock.

"Thank You? What the fuck do I have to thank you for? You killed my-"

Baekhyun stamps his foot as he yells,

"You! You killed him, Chanyeol. Not me. Maybe I should have let Sehun kill you; you still can't play the game fucking right. Piece of shit. You can't even say thank you for the gift I gave you, some fucking stability in your life, jeez. Also," He snakes out his phone from his pocket, waving it in the air, then clicking the button to end the voice memo, "I have it all recorded. I'll just keep it as a reminder for you."

Chanyeol grips Sehun's body closer to his chest. His left eye was swollen shut now, the blood dried on his face and chest. Baekhyun didn't think Chanyeol looked any better than right now. So he sticks his phone back in his back pocket, slipping the knife in the other. He walks over to the door, but Chanyeol stops him with one last pleading question.

"Baekhyun. Why... why didn't you kill me?"

Baekhyun stills. He looks over his shoulder, smiling.

"Because. You're my friend."

"Goodbye, Chanyeol."

And as he closed the door behind him, he listened to Chanyeol unleash a blood curdling scream. He relished in it, humming a tune to himself as he walked down the hallway. He brought his phone out as he entered the elevator. He typed happily, his thoughts finally only becoming about you.

on my way back. i missed you so much. i'm so happy. :)

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oneparkyeolplease · 5 years ago

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Empty Spaces

Summary: You can’t sleep without Chanyeol next to you.

Pairing: Chanyeol x Reader (female)

Genre: fluff, smut

Rating: M

Warnings: explicit sex, explicit language, dirty talk, creampie.

Word Count: 2.5K

The nights you have the bed to yourself always seem to drag out.

The space Chanyeols body usually occupies in your queen sized bed seeming to stretch all the way across the room, too open and cold to consider crossing into. The sheets like snakes, tangling too taut around your legs as you toss about, their touch too rough compared to the legs that they’re trying to replace.

A soft, red glow of Chanyeols analog alarm clock dresses the room in its wake, mocking you as the minutes ticking by like hours. Hiding under the comforter only adds to your discomfort, creating a space too warm to abide. His normally baggy shirt clings to your skin, holding too tight in the absence of it’s owner. Sighing, you sandwich your head between your pillows, trying to escape the murderous luminescence.

When sleep still fails to claim you, you groan, pulling yourself free of your entrapments before making for the kitchen. It’s become clear to you that the clock on the stove has been in conversation with the clock in your room, this time green dancing around your kitchen, seeming to move against the pale moonlight emanating from the window above your sink. Running your fingers through your hair, your free hand finds the half empty glass you left on the counter. Its contents circle down the drain, and a quick rinse later, you sit on the island in the middle of the kitchen, relishing in the cool trail the water left in its wake as you sip slowly.

As the grandfather clock in the living room strikes midnight, you find your restlessness growing, the sweet reprieve the water gave leaving as quickly as it came. Annoyed at the smallest things, you pull your hair up into a messy bun before sliding off of the granite, letting your feet lead you to the balcony doors, shivering at the temperature difference, cool air kissing your skin as you step out into the night. The city lights mimic the stars, seemingly coming down from the sky and spreading across the horizon before your gaze.

Absentmindedly, you twirled the ring on your left hand, listening as the wind sang to you, carrying your thoughts off with it’s eastern breeze. Before Chanyeol, you couldn’t stand to sleep with anyone else, finding their presence suffocating, hands too warm, breathing too loud, heartbeat too erratic. Often you found yourself waiting for them to fall asleep so you could go sleep on the couch, sneaking back in before the sun rose to keep the appearance you’d never gone anywhere. But with Chanyeol, the first night he stayed you found yourself trapped in his gravitational pull, legs tangled together, fingers twitching in the wake of the others loss as they shifted. With Chanyeol, you became needy, always craving his touch, skin crawling as if trying to reach for him when he was gone.

With Chanyeol, you found yourself becoming more vulnerable, walls casting shadows from his light before crumbling as he wormed his way into every crevice of your body you had to offer. With him, you become another version of yourself, something soft and malleable as you fell farther and farther in love with him. Your world revolved around him, something of your own personal sun. Days began and ended with him, the deep gravel of his bass echoing in your ears as he spoke love over you while he thought you slept. Sunrise was the gentle touch of his fingertips, caressing the expanse of your body before finding your core, lips swallowing the softness of your gasp as he slid inside of you, filling your entire being with himself. Sunset was his lips pressed against your crown, humming softly into your hair as your breathing slowed itself to his, the mellow woodsy smell of his bodywash washing over you as he lulled you to sleep.

“You’re going to catch a cold out here baby girl.” The softness of his voice washes over you in waves, fatigue from the last five hours catching up to you as you lean back against his chest, your own arms wrapping around his, every nerve alive with his touch. “I couldn’t sleep.”

“I would have been home sooner if I’d known that.” You smile at the pout in his voice, lacing your fingers through his, sighing softly as your body relaxes against his. “It’s okay lover boy. I didn’t want to keep you from your work.” You turn in his arms, sliding your hands up the delicate fabric of his suit jacket, over his shoulders, lacing your fingers together behind his neck. He looks down at you through thick lashes, leaning down to rub his nose against yours before molding his lips to yours, sighing in content as leans against your body, creating a home in you. You slide your hands from his neck to cup his jaw, the longer fingers tracing the shell of his ears, your favorite feature.

Carefully he slides his hands from your waist to your ass, lifting your full figure with ease as you wrap your legs around his waist. Retracing your steps, he sets you on the island, pulling your hair from its band before leaning back from you, hands resting on either side of your thighs. “Work is never more important than you.” You smile softly, tracing his cheek with his thumb, “have you eaten?”

He places his hand over yours, kissing your palm before meeting your gaze, eyes hooded, pupils expanding. “I could go for something sweet.” His voice is rough, the tone racing its way through your bloodstream, vibrating in your chest as you shift, thighs pressing together. His hands slide their way up your thighs, pushing the hem of his shirt that he loves to see you in up with their journey, gently pushing you back against the black granite. It’s at this that he takes a moment to drink you in, moonlight painting your skin and its almost like you glow against the counter before him, a flush making its way across the span of your stomach, up to your cheeks. He knows that you squirm under his gaze, never quite understanding he way your beauty calls to him like a siren, wanting to drown himself in your body.

Chanyeol leans over you, nipping softly at your bottom lip before flicking his tongue against the top one, smirking as you part your lips for him, legs following the motion making room for him between them and he takes advantage of your openness, swirling his tongue around yours before trailing his lips down your jaw, nipping softly at the spot where your pulse pounds under your skin. Your hands stretch out above your head, gripping the edge of the counter as he continues farther down your body, looking up at you through hooded eyes when he hooks his fingers into the waistband of your cotton panties, sliding them down your legs, tucking them in his pants pocket.

Your every nerve is on fire as he kisses his way from your ankle to your center, ignoring where you want him most, kissing his way down your other leg. Your head spins at his every touch, and you find yourself wondering if it’s possible to get drunk off of someone. His breath ghosts across your folds, leaning over to nip small marks into the soft flesh of your stomach and you decide that yes, you can.

Most nights you make love, Chanyeols hands are everywhere, gliding up and down your body, ghosts of fingertips trailing across your chest, making hard nubs of your nipples, long digits teasing against your slit before finding purchase inside of you, curling the way he knows makes you melt. But tonight, his hands are absent, lips, teeth and tongue as their substitute. The last touch of his hands comes when slides his shoulders under your legs, gripping the tops of your thighs as he inhales the scent of you, tongue running across his bottom lip as if starved for you.

This is where Chanyeol loves to be, on his knees in front of you, his goddess, his moon, his universe. It’s like this that he worships you. Flesh soft beneath his grip, muscles moving almost automatically to make room for him between your legs, your voice pianissimo under his ministrations, blood rushing through your veins, he gives his all to you, pouring his entire being into you. What he gives, you take, rewarding him with a worship of your own, words pouring from your soul.

Almost lazily, he drags his tongue through your folds, tongue circling like a whisper around your clit. The noise from your throat belongs in a song he thinks, the soft cadence of your gasp moving into the next bar on its staff, turning into a whine as he pulls away, intoxicated with the taste of you.

“Chanyeol.. touch me… please..” Your voice is a whisper, carried by the atmosphere he and you have created, tickling his ears as he looks up at you. “I am touching you.” To make his point, he presses a kiss to your inner thigh, letting his lips trail against your skin as he moves closer to where you want him, sucking air through your teeth as he lets his tongue dance along your folds. “Yeollie...”

His name is like a prayer from your lips, your tongue flicking out against your lips. You can see your wetness on his lips and his gaze locks on yours, his fingers digging into the subtle flesh of your thighs as he wraps his lips around your clit, sucking lightly. Your hand in his hair is welcomed, your nails dragging across his scalp, your breath coming in small spurts. He can feel your heels digging into his back, pressing him forward. “Tell me baby girl, do you think I can make you come like this?”

Chanyeol knows his breath is a mixture of warm and cool against your skin, the gravel of his voice creating vibrations that light a way up your spine. He adjusts slightly, pulling you more on his mouth as he darts his tongue barely in and out of your cunt, feeling his cock twitch at the whine in your voice. “Answer me baby girl” He pulls a hand from your thighs and makes quick work of his pants, lazily stroking his cock as he waits for you to speak.

Your voice is caught in your throat, want swelling in your throat as you hear his belt. You look down your body, moaning at the lust in his eyes. You can feel his left arm move and you can picture more than see his actions, the way he tightens his grip at the base of his cock, fingers pressed deftly against the vein that runs up the underside of it, thumb spreading precum along the head. It’s your favorite thing to watch, the way he strokes himself for you.

You know he’s waiting on you to answer him, and you bite your lip as you nod your head, though he knows the answer well enough. He knows very well that you can come from his tongue alone, memories of nights like this flashing across your eyes. “Yes..” Your voice is dry, the word coming out in cracks as the want builds in your veins.

Chanyeol shoots you a smirk before circling his tongue around your clit, applying more pressure as your grip tightens in his hair. The taste of you, sweet like honey, coats his tongue and drips down the back of his throat. The soft mewls you let out make him dizzy, bouncing around his head like his favorite song. He moans against you and is rewarded with your thighs pressing against head.

The pressure starts in your toes, works its way up your calves, your thighs trembling under its weight. Chanyeol can feel it and wraps his lips around the bundle of nerves, sucking hard. Your breath leaves you in gasps, tightness building in your chest. Your grip on his hair should be painful, but he never stops. His nails bite against your thigh, and you moan with the small sting that comes with it. “Chan.. I’m going..”

“Come for me baby girl, let me drink you.” Chanyeols head is warm, your thighs like a blanket around him. Every inch of his being is coated in you, nerves alive as you whisper his name like it’s the only thing that can save you, drunk off the taste of you. His name leaves your lips in a yell as you come, thighs clenched around his head. Your body trembles against him and he grips the base of his cock to hold off his orgasm as you ride your own.

Chanyeols tongue works against you long after you come down from your high and you whimper, pulling away from his tongue when the stimulation gets to be too much. He presses a chaste kiss against your thigh before moving your thighs from his shoulders as he stands, slowly stroking himself. “Where do you want it baby girl?”

“Come in me Chanyeol.”

“Fuck..are you sure?” You reach up, grabbing his tie and pulling yourself up to him. Heels pressed against his ass, you bring him towards you, angling your hips up to his. “In me lover boy.”

Chanyeol slides his thumb along your bottom lip as he strokes himself, gripping your hip tightly with his free hand as he buries himself to the hilt in you, his cock twitching once before pouring his release in you, covering your mouth with his own as he groans. He’s careful as he pulls out of you, forehead resting against yours as he watches his cum leak out of you, grabbing a kitchen towel to clean it from the counters. He throws it towards the laundry room before nuzzling his nose against yours.

You don’t know how long the two of you stay like this, breathing in as Chanyeol breathes out, the air around you a shared space. The grandfather clock in the living room strikes, signaling the arrival of two am and as if on cue, your body sags against his, your eyelids suddenly too heavy to keep open. “Come on baby girl, let’s get you to bed.”

“You have to shower..” Your breath tickles Chanyeols neck as you bury your face in it and he smiles as carries you bridal style to the bedroom. “Not tonight.”

“You have work tomorrow..” Your voice is muffled, face in your pillows, body just on the edge of his side of the bed. You hear him more than you see him, his shirt and pants joining the pile for dry cleaning, the scraping of the hanger as he hangs his suit coat up. The bed dips as he climbs under the covers, pulling you tight against him, one arm under your pillows, the other draping over your waist as he chuckles.

“Tomorrow is Saturday baby. I’m all yours.”

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fairyshuuu · 5 years ago

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wild valley pt1 | chanyeol

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

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

♫ let me set the mood ♫

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Ever since you last visited, I think,” you nod, stepping more into your new space. You don’t remind her that that must have been more than two years ago. Yuna smiles and pulls her hair up into a ponytail, before gesturing you to get settled. The carpet under your feet is soft but feels cold, as you watch her skip down the stairs. With a deep sigh you bend down and zip open your bag, kneeling before it. All your important belongings are in this one carrier, you think, all memories and all sentiments stitched into the seams.

You pick up the frame on top, and stare at it for a second. Young mom, young dad, little Yuna and even smaller you. They all still smile, which is a foreign sight nowadays. Still, you smile as you put it to your side, and start pulling out your sweaters. Soon this room will feel more like home, you can already feel it. You’ll just have to paint over the ugly purple walls, is all. You giggle when you hear Yuna squeak downstairs, most likely dropping something much like you remember her clumsy self.

You hold out your grey university sweater in front of you, before tossing it on your bed and following close behind. The bed creaks when you land on it with a giggle. You roll over and stare at the ceiling, before breathing in the air of this new city. The thick feeling stuck to your lungs is still very much present— you doubt it’ll fade anytime soon. But still, the smell of mint and the smell of oil are refreshing. You swallow. Everything here smells like gasoline, the cars, the buildings, the people. Soon you’ll smell like gasoline too, and you’re aching to make a spark.

If the garage smells like one thing, maybe he’d say it smells like devotion. The smell of metal, and salt of the hours of hard work spent. It smells of rust, of oil and gas, of fire and of rubber tires, and to Chanyeol it smells like affection. He’s never been one for sentiments, but this place is the closest he has to an offspring, and the suffocating heat that collects behind the metal gate feels like home. The shop is a mess, a total of four unfinished cars in states of disrepair at his hands and at his mercy too.

The one from under which he straightens up from is a deep red mustang, and a piece of crap in his opinion. She’s old and has had multiple changes of parts already, and she’s luckily not his. Chanyeol would rather eat lead than buy a piece of crap like the one standing in the middle of the garage, since he sees the cars he owns as lovers. The 65’ model is a beauty though, despite that, and that’s why he’s putting in so much effort to keep her going. Putting the rusted bolts on the trolley next to him, he runs the back of hand across his forehead and sighs.

Coming from the back room sounds a voice, soft despite the loudness of the AC, and Chanyeol needs to lean back to hear him. “Howzit working out there, Yeol?” The tall, blonde man walks into the room with a rag swung over his shoulder, and ties the arms of his overall around his waist, leaving his chest free. Small beads of sweat sit on his collarbones from being in the back all afternoon. Chanyeol shakes his head as he looks back at the car, before grabbing the rag to clean the thick, black fluid off his hands.

“I changed part of the rear axle and the bolts to get her lower on the floor, but I can’t really do much about the corners,” he mumbles, voice deep. “Byun just needs to ease off the throttle when she under-steers in the turns, I’ve told him before. He’s asking me to fix something that’s isn’t even possible with his car.” His calloused hands tighten around the rag when he finishes, looking over at the younger when he hums.

“You know Byun. He likes to think he’s the main in an action movie. He’s gonna drive that baby into the floor, there’s not much you can do about it, Yeol,” Sehun says. Chanyeol sighs, before nodding and swinging the rag around his neck to pat the hood of the sleek, cherry Mustang. The fingerprints he leaves are like bruises on tender skin, love bites of his passion for cars. If he were asked to explain, maybe people would find it weird, but Chanyeol knows Sehun understands. The kid has just as much love for cars, if not more.

Running a hand through his icy, white hair, Chanyeol points towards the main door of the garage. “I’ll finish up some of the engine stuff later, I’m gonna go grab something to eat at 6th. You coming?”

Sehun lifts his lip and frowns, before sighing. “I can’t, sorry. I still need to work on the little beast over in the corner, and I’ve been slacking. Rain check though?”

Chanyeol nods and jams his arms in his overall, zipping it up high enough to be considered decent but low enough to let in some fresh air. “Sure. Don’t wait up if I don’t come back right away.” As he walks toward the door, Sehun turns on his heel though, and makes a dramatic gasping noise.

“So that’s why you always go to that same shitty diner. What, have you finally found someone you like?” Though there’s a playfulness in his voice, Chanyeol can’t help but wonder if it is meant as a genuine question about his sanity and persona at once. He sighs, but decides to be honest as he pulls open the stained metal and lets in the coldness of a breeze.

“No, I haven’t. I’m busy, I don’t have time for women and- liking people.” Sehun pulls a disbelieving face, but then just smiles and turns back toward the car. Maybe the look stems from the fact that Chanyeol was quite the ladies man just a few years ago or maybe because he still has his fair share of nightly outings like the lot of them, but Chanyeol is generally truthful. His life is busy as it is, and in his line of work intimacy doesn’t come easy. “Just don’t drop a wrench on your foot, idiot. I’m going. And no smoking indoors, Oh Sehun!” At the sharp giggle that rings out, Chanyeol steps out, letting the metal gate clash closed. He pulls his phone out of his pocket easily. The screen has too many cracks to count, because unlike his cars he doesn’t care much about this piece of metal.

No missed calls, which is always a good sign. He puts the phone back in it’s confinement, before fishing out a Marlboro pack and picking out a smoke. As he holds the thing between his lips and strikes the lighter, a recognizable screech makes it’s way down the wide street. He lights his ciggie and takes a deep pull as he watches the blue of a shape speed closer, chest rumbling with something that could build to be a song. The car speeds down the road and past his garage, only to stop harshly at the end of the road. The 66’ deep blue Miura P400 is parked a good thirty feet away from his feet, and though Lamborghini's aren’t his kind of car, he’s always had a knack for spotting the princesses in donkey skin.

A familiar tingle makes it’s way down his spine as he watches the driver get out and enter a shop across the street, knowing how easy it would be to unlock the old car and spark her to a start. It would take him not even a full two minutes, and yet he knows that his disobedience wouldn’t be appreciated. Besides, he doesn’t work like that anymore. So instead he takes another pull, and lets the smoke deep in his lungs. It’s always been easy for Chanyeol to drown in the heat. It’s always felt like second nature, that deep burning of desire between the spaces of his rib cage that beg to be ignited.

And he burned the brightest, everyone who knows him now was there when he did and will confirm it in a heartbeat. Though many of his fires have dimmed to mere embers with time, it’s always been easy for him to drown in the heat and now he has addictions that aren’t easily shaken. Smoking is one of them. He’s never been one to see it as a part of dying, not like some people refuse to touch a cigarette with a stick like the thing itself carries disease. He’s lived with death, ran alongside it for long enough to feel the smoke in his lungs as something familiar. As he breathes out, the driver comes back outside.

He’s tall, and wears a leather jacket with a logo that Chanyeol doesn’t recognize. When the stranger turns both ways to check the street, they meet eyes, and for a moment he pauses. When Chanyeol takes another pull, the man gives him a little nod and looks away. The Miura is driven out of sight quickly after, leaving him with the thick longing of getting to know not the driver— but the car. He drops his shoulders at the possibility of that, and tosses the stub on the ground to put it out under his feet. With a last cloud he stuffs his hands in his pockets, and starts walking.

The grass that sticks from between the sidewalk is carrying small yellow flowers now, enjoying the bright summer sun. Luckily the diner is not far, so he doesn’t mind walking the way. As he walks he keeps his eyes to the ground, though he glances around once in a while to check around him. Most people wouldn’t recognize his face, and those who do are smart enough to let him be, this he’s grateful for. The sun is already sinking lower and giving everything a soft, pink glow. As he rounds the last corner, it strikes him as odd, since the street is not totally abandoned.

He rights himself more, and strolls past multiple people casually, as he scans the area. The normally empty road almost seems lively, the smell of sweets filling the air. Admittedly, Chanyeol hasn’t been out a lot lately because of the heaps of work shoved on his shoulders, but the change is striking. He sighs deeply, before picking out another ciggie and lighting it, breathing out smoke with his annoyance. As he crosses the street to get to the diner, he frowns out of habit, letting thoughts devour him. The sweetness is slightly nauseating. With two big steps he makes his way to the door and grabs hold of the familiar metal, when a fruity voice breaks his silence. “Hey!” When he looks to the side, two bright eyes meet his.

You wipe your sweaty palms on your apron, and blink your lashes against the bright afternoon light. Yuna places her palms on the counter, and stares at the metal ice cream basket you plonked down ever so graciously. “Cream, machine, let it freeze as it stirs and take it out when half frozen. Done,” you repeat, glancing over your shoulder at her. Her pretty face is held in a frown, but she does her best to smile while you take a spoon to taste the ice cream you’ve made. It tastes… pretty good.

“Yeah, that’s all. You know how to make the waffles too, right?” You nod a curt yes, before her brows unlace from each other. “Good, just— don’t play around too much, ‘kay? This place is my baby, and it’s the only thing paying for the house and I-”

“I’ll do my best, Yuna, I promise. It’s good to know that you don’t think I’m totally incompetent,” you wink, slotting the new ice cream basket into the display next to the others. Standing near it in this weather is a blessing.

Your sister smiles, before swinging her arm around your shoulder. “Not totally, no. I just think you’re mildly incompetent.” She laughs along with you when you turn to her with your spoon, ready to smack it on her head. You give up when she holds her hands in front of her in a silent plead, smiling. “Right. I’m going now, you got this. Work hard and sell a lot, if you can. You saw how I did it, so I believe in you.”

“Thank you, sis. Go do business!” With a wave she slips out the door, and leaves you alone for the first time today. You’ve only started work a few hours ago, but that was with Yuna by your side, who’s basically a veteran at this by now. Being alone in the small store gives a weird feeling, though it’s nice to feel responsible for once. If you work hard, she might let you work here full time until you go back to school— a miracle because, ice cream.

Two people walk up the sidewalk, a couple strolling in the midday glow. As they get closer, you smile and give them a little bow. “Good afternoon. Would you like some ice cream? We’re selling at half the price today because it’s my first day.” The girl catches your eyes right away, widening with excitement as the delicious colors appear. Even before she asks, the boyfriend seems to know because he puts out his butt and reaches for his wallet.

“Yes, please.” She comes to stand on the step in front, and smiles. “For me, one strawberry, one lime please.”

“Would you like that in a cup or a cone?”

“Cone, please.”

“Coming right up. And for you?” you turn to the young man, who just shakes his head and runs a hand through his brown hair.

“I’m good, I gotta-”

The girl groans though, taking his hand and shaking it. You’ve got the woman’s ice cream finished in a second, and slide it carefully in the stand. “Come on, Minseok, just get an ice cream. Don’t you see how good they look?” You laugh a little at them both, and bite your lip.

With a roll of his eyes, he gives in. “Double coffee flavor, please. In a cone.” You nod and prepare the second ice cream quickly, as he takes out his money. Carefully you hand the cone over, before walking to the register.

“That’ll be… $3,04.” With that the man hands you a fiver, before starting to walk away. He just mouths ‘keep the change’, and grabs his girlfriend’s hand to continue down the sidewalk. You stare them down for a little longer, before sighing and looking around the street again. It’s not very busy, but there’s people walking, which is a good sign. You just need them to get close enough to lure them into your sweet-smelling trap. You giggle softly to yourself while you think that, because there’s not really much you have to do for people to crave ice cream. As long as you can get their attention—

Right as you think that, a tall man comes walking across the road, towards you. He’s slumped forward a little, a cigarette held casually between his lips and his hands in the pockets of his blue overalls. His hair is a striking icy white against his golden skin. As he gets closer you notice the frown on his face, and almost decide to stay quiet. He glances over his shoulder, before reaching for the door of the building right next to yours, oblivious to your gaze on him.

Without being able to help it, you lean forward across the counter. “Hey!” you call, giving him a little smile. He looks up slightly confused, and definitely mildly annoyed. You don’t let that stop you though. “Could I tempt you?” You point down at the ice cream to drive the point home, watching as he gives you a one over. Despite his harsh expression, he has a handsome face, you notice, with soft features and a sharp jawline.

The man clenches his jaw, before raising his one eyebrow. “You’ve got the wrong one, sugar.” He keeps one side of his mouth still as he talks to keep his smoke in his mouth, which makes him look even more annoyed. His dark brows make him look stern, and despite his still youthful face— he looks a good bit older than you. “You’re looking for Byun.” With that he grabs the handle and pulls open the door of the diner.

“I highly doubt that!” you quickly bring out, breathing out when he turns over his shoulder to look at you. When he doesn’t immediately say anything in response, you twirl your spoon in your hand, with a little smile. “I don’t know who Byun is, I’m new here, you see.” Again, the man stares at you with a blank face, blowing out a cloud grey smoke in your direction. You turn your face away a bit, to keep from coughing at the smell, and try again. “You really don’t want some ice cream? It’s probably hot in whatever factory you come from, and we’re selling half the price.”

Finally, he reacts, letting the door drop closed to fold his arms across his chest. Even with the over sized blue attire, you can tell that he’s pretty buff, and you can’t help but wonder if it’s really only from whatever work he does. He picks his dart out of his lips to hold it between his fingers, to cocks his head back a little. “I don’t like ice cream.” Harsh shadows fall on his face like that, the sun low enough to create a dappled pattern on his warm skin.

You nod, before lulling your head to the side. “Well, then come talk to me for a little bit!” You don’t know why you’re putting in so much effort, when you could surely talk to someone less grumpy, but something about him feels familiar. Not in the way Yuna feels familiar, and not in the way your friends from back home feel familiar. His attitude is about as far as you could get from it, and yet, you enjoy the deep tremble of his voice. It feels comforting in a way, warm but not burning. You’re sure that if he were to leave now, he’d remain in your head for a long while.

He takes another pull from his smoke, and then looks around the street— for what you’re not certain. When he blows out his smoke, he sighs. “I don’t like talking either.”

You give a little giggle, and put your ice cream scoop back in it’s watery bucket. “Hmh- I think you’d be in the minority for both there.” He doesn’t really react, but you’re starting not to mind as much. Maybe he’s just a really quiet person. You pick one of the failed waffles and plop a part in your mouth, talking with your hand in front of your mouth. “I just wanna make friends, ‘ya know? Have you lived here for long? Do you know my sister?”

He stares at you for a while without answering, his dark eyes connecting with yours without fail. When you look at the floor with warm cheeks, he hums. “For long enough.” His voice is so deep and gentle when he speaks, that you almost find it doesn’t fit his demeanor. After a while of just looking at each other in silence, he clears his voice. “And I don’t- who’s your sister?”

“Her name is Yuna, she’s the boss of this here shop.” You proudly glance up at the sign that hangs above your head, before smiling at him. Strangely, his thundery demeanor only makes you want to be more joyful, and you have no idea why. A persistent smile keeps tugging at your lips when you look at him.

He blinks twice, before shaking his head. “Never heard of her.” He puts out his butt on the cement instead of putting it in the ashtray next to the door, and shoves his large, calloused hands back in the pockets. His frown hasn’t left his face for a second, and it’s this that makes you pause.

With a small voice, you lace your hands together behind your back. “You really don’t want to be talking to me, huh?”

“Well noticed,” he sighs, lifting one of his brows again.

Though that stings just a little, you nod, and smile at him. “Okay, then. Have a good day! I’m Y/N, if we see each other again.” The man doesn’t say anything else, just gives you a little nod and then pulls open the door of the diner again. The loud music from inside comes to meet your ears as he does, but fades just as quick as it came when he walks through the door and lets it drop closed behind him. You stare at the door until the image of his frown fades, and you look back at the street.

Chanyeol sighs as he sinks into the chair, hands limply laying on his thighs. Sweat is collected at his hairline, a cold drink sitting on the edge of the table in front. His black shirt clings to his chest because of the heat, sticking uncomfortably to his back like a tight hug. He frowns as he looks over the crowd, running his tongue over his teeth. The whole ordeal is not his place, hasn’t been for a while now, and yet— here he sits pressed in the booth right in the center of the club, able to view the entire room.

This is a privilege that comes with the reputation he must have. His fingers tremble slightly when he looks over his shoulder, looking for one of the bartenders. He’d like a smoke right about now, but even he isn’t allowed to smoke indoors and he doesn’t feel like pressing between the sweaty, dancing bodies to make his way to the door. Instead he reaches for the whiskey and swallows the thing down without thinking. A vicious burn sits at the back of his mouth, irritating his throat. He doesn’t let it bother him.

The club music is almost deafening, bass trembling through skin and bone and maybe he won’t stay long enough for it to shake him, but maybe he will. His friends are also lounging in the seats, some more occupied then others. The girl next to him has her tongue so far down his friend’s throat that she must be able to taste every drink he’s had in his entire life. Chanyeol just looks around for a bit, before he makes eye contact with one of the bartenders and lifts his glass.

“Aren’t you glad I dragged you out of your cave?” Baekhyun says, almost shouting because of the music. His hands are stuffed in his pockets, dark brown hair sticking to his forehead. Chanyeol can see that Baekhyun has more alcohol in him than he’s letting on, staring across the crowd for what must be a new body to enjoy. When Chanyeol doesn’t answer right away, the older swings an arm over his shoulder and squeezes. “Loosen up a little, Yeol. You’ve grown so damn reclusive since you moved out of my place.”

This ticks him off, though he tries his very best not to let it show. “You know why I can’t, Byun. Don’t try your bullshit on me, I’m not in the mood.”

Baekhyun pauses when he catches eyes with his friend, gaze softening a little. “You can do whatever you want, Yeol, the past is gone. I’m not saying you have to find yourself someone fuck, I’m genuinely wondering, is all. We all know you’ll fuck someone when you feel like it. I just need to know you’re good.” When Baekhyun raises an eyebrow in question, Chanyeol sighs and nods. At that moment, the bartender of earlier sheepishly walks up, and fills his cup, leaving the whole bottle on the table while he’s at it.

The white haired man sighs, before changing the topic. “How she drive now, anyway?” The aching in his lungs is distracting, his worked hands playing with the chain hanging from his belt.

Baekhyun hums. “She drives great, as always. You did a good job. She doesn’t shake like that anymore.” He tosses the last of his drink back and reaches for the bottle to fill up again. “You know, that rattling sound she made!”

“One day I’m not gonna be able to fix that rust bucket of yours,” Chanyeol mumbles, a smile pulling at his lips when Baekhyun gives him a comically offended look. “Get yourself a new one, for fuck sake.”

“How about you shut your mouth? Just do the job I pay you for and stop complaining.”

At that he can’t hold a grin. “You pay me jack shit, dumbass.” He swirls the whiskey in his glass and watches as it changes color because of the strobe lights. The girl next to him has now come to sit in his friend’s lap, and is still sucking face. With another smooth move he tosses the entirety of his glass back, and couches. “I’m setting off, guys. I’ll see you all tomorrow.” As he reaches to get up, slim fingers round his wrist.

“Yeol,” Baekhyun calls, prompting him to look back at his friend. Without another word the brunet pulls open his blazer and picks out a small bag, small blue pills filling it to the brim. Baekhyun asks a mute question with his eyes as he offers it to him, but Chanyeol puts his hand in his pocket while shaking his head the slightest bit.

“Not tonight, Byun. Thanks though.” With that he makes his way out of the group, saying goodbye to everyone and teasingly ruffling Junmyeon’s hair. He steps down the platform of the booth to weave between the dancing bodies. Some girls stare him down as he does, but he doesn’t feel like being nice tonight. And when he’s not nice, he brings on disaster. He prefers to keep tonight calm, making it to the door quickly. For the short two hours he’s been in the bar for, he feels pretty tipsy.

Those last couple of glasses would be to blame there. He takes a deep breath of the outside air, ignoring the people making out against the wall in front, and reaches in his pants for the familiar box. The flame is bright in the night, a bright red against the blue sky. The warm smoke makes it’s way in his lungs like a soothing balm, getting rid of the stress that built up in his muscles. The air is much colder now, but it feels nice. He takes a deep breath, and starts walking away from the club, crossing the street smoothly. Not many people will be racing tonight, he knows, since every worthwhile racer is collected in that bar.

He walks with slow but confident steps, enjoying the music as it fades into the distance. He didn’t park his car close. Chanyeol wasn’t going to let some drunk asshole scratch it up, or there would have been hell to pay. As he walks, the work he still has to do comes to mind. He still has the McLaren 12C Spider to work on, as well as one of his personally projects, and some touch ups for clients around town. As he walks, a face suddenly comes to mind. Your smile, and excited enthusiasm that would normally piss him off.

Though he pushes it down quickly after, you stay cemented far back in his thoughts, without reason. Finally he rounds the corner that reveals his prized possession, a 19’ Mercedes G-Class he got after trading his favorite car for Jongdae’s loss. He had been livid, but looking back now, it was a blessing in disguise. The blacked out windows gleam in the streetlights. He quickly hops in and drives her out off the street, ignoring the slight swaying of the street.

He’s driven cars when black out drunk before, so this is nothing. And even if he would get held up by the cops, he wouldn’t get in trouble. Exo owns this town, and everyone here knows it. He’s lucky to be where he is, with all honesty. If Junmyeon wouldn’t have picked him out of junior jail, he might have been in jail more than he would have been out. The drive to the garage is short. He doesn’t live here, but he’d rather not go to sleep tonight. Spending the rest of the early morning tinkering sounds that much more appealing. He throws a quick glance at the clock while parking her around the corner. 4:34 AM.

As he hops out, a sound catches his ear. The squeaking of metal. He frowns for a second, before reaching the front with big steps. Someone sits crouched in front of the garage door, with a wire cutter and clearly trying to force the lock of the door. Chanyeol clenches his jaw tight, before tossing his ciggie to the floor and crossing his hands over his chest. The harsh swell of his lungs is painful against the tight confinement of his ribs.

With all the self-control he can muster, he speaks out, voice deep in the otherwise silent street. “One more move and I’ll plunge a knife so deep between your shoulders that your grandmother feels it in her toes.” The person freezes for a second, before looking over with wide eyes. His face is covered with a face mask, but Chanyeol can immediately see he’s young. “You’re not messing with the right people, kid,” he rasps, pulling his black butterfly knife out of his shoe, and flicking it open.

The young man hesitates for a second, round eyes widening, before sprinting down the road. Though Chanyeol could easily chase him, by foot or car, he doesn’t. Instead he spits some of the leftover alcoholic taste on the floor, and stares at the retreating back of the dude. The blaring between his ears now gets painful, so he turns to get inside. When he does though, he catches a glint in his peripheral. Next to the damaged lock lays something, what turns out to be the wire cutters when he bends down to pick it up. Chanyeol sighs and puts his knife away again, before staring closer at the tool in his hands.

On the side, a name is written, messily scribbled like you would on your personal water bottle. When he reads it, Chanyeol’s eyes widen slightly in recognition. Yoonoh.

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