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bobohu4eva · 6 months ago

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Hitched (M)

Characters: Baekhyun x Reader

Genre: arranged marriage au, acquaintances(?) to lovers, smut

Summary: Can great sex make an unwanted marriage less shitty? Yes. Yes it can.

Warnings: explicit unprotected sex, semi public (outdoor) sex, edging, Baekhyun has a Big Dick, alcohol consumption

WC: 9.8k apparently I don't know how to keep things brief anymore!

A/N: The majority of this is extremely self-indulgent smut. Oops? You're welcome? It is (mostly) pretty soft though.

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“Smile!”

The cameras flashed, and you put on a show for your friends and family. Your new husband kissed you, and from the outside, everything seemed perfect.

The perfect dress, makeup, hair, a rich and handsome groom, and everyone you cared about right there with you, celebrating you and the man who was supposed to be the love of your life. It was a lavish ceremony and even more opulent reception, but you couldn't enjoy it at all.

There was nothing wrong with him, but you and Baekhyun had never even dated, and you definitely never pictured yourself marrying him. You didn't exactly have any reason to dislike him, you'd known him since you were a kid and he was undoubtedly an attractive guy, but marrying him had been your parents idea, not yours.

As a kid your family had everything you could've imagined, foreign sports cars, numerous vacation homes, a yacht, nannies, tutors, and the list goes on. Your parents' companies had been doing well, and life was easy.

But that didn't last forever. Now in your early 20’s, you watched as the fortune your family had built for generations was slipping away.

You were still a teenager when it started and couldn’t fully comprehend what had happened, but it seemed like some combination of bad investments and unpaid debts. Slowly the vacation homes, yacht, and cars were sold off one by one just to pay the bills. As the years passed it seemed that the walls were starting to close in, but on the surface your family, especially your mother, made sure it didn't seem that way.

The good family name was pretty much all that was left now, and your mother would do anything she could to keep it strong.

Growing up with generational wealth, your family always associated with others of similar standing, and one of the families you'd grown up with had been particularly close; the Byuns.

Their only son, Baekhyun, was someone you'd grown up around, but at seven years older than you, you hardly knew each other. He was the perfect rich kid, smart, handsome, and polite, but you still would've much preferred to marry someone you actually loved, or at least were close with.

“Y/n, you're doing it again.” He whispered in your ear, and you realized that your smile had once again fallen as you zoned out, and his mother was right there in front of you, looking concerned.

You perked back up, and saw her face flood with relief. You looked at Baekhyun, and he was still smiling for the pictures as well, but you noticed the slightly apologetic look he shot you.

You really did try to play the part, for the sake of your families, but it was hard. This was supposed to be one of the happiest days of your life, but instead you were putting on an act, hiding how miserable you felt under the facade of it all.

The worst part was just how happy both his and your families were. Both moms cried, and even your dad teared up a little. You couldn't even blame them, either. It had been a beautiful ceremony, and you and him both looked the part so perfectly. It was everything a high society wedding should be, and on top of that, it was the only thing saving your family from bankruptcy.

Once pictures were done with it was time for the first dance- in a gazebo decorated with fairy lights and at least a thousand fresh white roses. All you could think was how incredible this would have been, if it was a real wedding, between two people who actually loved each other. Every beautiful thing was a cruel reminder of how you would never get to experience that for yourself.

Baekhyun did a better job than you, and if you hadn't been so depressed, you might've even gotten flustered a few times. He looked incredibly handsome in his tux, smiling sweetly at you as he led you through the dance, a painfully romantic song filling the spring air. He was the picture perfect groom.

You so badly wanted to hate him for agreeing to all of it, but knew it was more complicated than that. Despite not knowing him very well, you did know how close knit his family was. If his parents really wanted him to do this, he would have a tough time refusing.

You were closer with his parents than you had ever been with him, and they adored you. Despite not being related, you almost thought of them like your own aunt and uncle. Baekhyun, on the other hand, was like your mysterious older cousin. He always seemed preoccupied with his studies, or later, his job. You'd been around each other at holidays and various parties throughout the years, but he never felt approachable.

To act so romantically with him felt unbelievably strange. On top of your disappointment at the whole situation it was also just very awkward. The kissing and touching, the dancing, the “loving” looks you shared, they all made your chest feel tight. Baekhyun was obviously very handsome, but the nature behind all of it still got to you.

Before the wedding Baekhyun had asked you if you would rather not kiss or touch at all, not wanting to make you uncomfortable, but you'd assured him that it was fine. Aside from the parents and those closest to you both, most of the guests had no idea this wedding had been arranged just a few months earlier. If this was going to be believable, you had to make it look real.

Eventually the dancing ended and the reception began, relieved beyond belief to finally get to have a drink. The champagne made things much easier, and as distant friends and family asked you and your new husband about your love story, you lied with increasing confidence. Baekhyun, too, was leaning into the act more heavily after a few drinks. His arm around you and the way he looked at you made everyone oooh and ahhh, giving them the same story you'd told minutes earlier, about how the two of you realized one day that all of those years you'd been hiding your love for each other, and when you realized that the other felt the same, you couldn't marry quickly enough.

It was all bullshit of course, but they ate it up, and that was the important thing. You didn't want to think about how embarrassing it would be if an acquaintance or extended family member found out your parents had orchestrated everything.

Several times people gushed about how lucky the two of you were to have found each other. The bitterness you felt was so intense you hoped dearly that they couldn’t see right through your smile.

The relief you felt when the guests finally started to clear out, leaving the lavish ballroom for their hotel rooms, was monumental. Eventually the last of them were gone, and since both families insisted, you and Baekhyun retreated to your shared suite.

Both you and him knew that your families were hoping for a grand baby soon, but that wasn't something you could even consider at the moment.

“I don't mind sleeping on the couch.” He told you once you were alone with him.

As nice as the room was, it didn't make sense for him to sleep on the couch. The bed was huge, and the couches weren't long enough for him to fully lay down. You shook your head.

“Are you sure?”

You smiled a little at his sweetness, “There's plenty of space for both of us, don't worry about it.”

And so you and Baekhyun shared the bed on your first night together as husband and wife. You stayed on your side, and he stayed on his, not once touching, even a little.

It was expected that eventually you and him would buy a house together and live there, but in the meantime, you stayed at that suite together. His parents owned it, and they hoped that living together would help spark something real, not to mention sharing a bed.

Life after marriage wasn't that different, aside from your living space. You didn't have a job yet, having only graduated college a few months earlier, so you spent much of your time out with friends. As nice as the suite was, it reminded you of your loveless marriage, so you took every chance you could to get away. Baekhyun mostly just worked, keeping to himself, although he always asked you about your day when you’d get home. To his disappointment you kept your responses short. He wanted to try and get to know you better, but you didn't seem interested.

The truth was, every time you saw him and he tried to talk to you, it made you feel worse. He did absolutely nothing wrong, but he, like the suite, was a painful reminder of your unfortunate fate. The result was you essentially avoiding him, even in your shared space. Baekhyun, however, wasn’t willing to live that way.

A few weeks passed with hardly any words exchanged between you and him, so he decided to try something different. That evening when you returned to the suite, you were met with a generous dinner spread, the entire room meticulously decorated, and your husband sitting at the center of it all, looking at you bashfully in the candle light.

You were surprised, to say the least.

He noticed the way you froze up, getting up from the table and taking one hand, guiding you to the table. He pulled out your chair for you, leading you to sit.

Soon Baekhyun was seated across from you, looking back at you with a slightly unnerving intensity.

“Why are you doing this?” You asked.

He took a deep breath, “I want to try to make this work.”

You raised an eyebrow.

“I can tell how much you hate being married to me, and I’m sorry. I think we should at least try to make the best of it, though.”

“Make the best of it?”

“Well, yes. I mean it could be worse, right? Am I really that bad?”

You sighed, annoyance taking hold at his nonchalant attitude. “No, Baekhyun, that's not the point, this whole situation just… sucks. Maybe it's stupid but I always thought I'd marry someone I was actually in love with, and it would be one of the best moments of my life. Instead I’m married to someone I barely even know.”

“I'm sorry, and I know how you feel, I really do. But don't you think we should at least try to get along?”

After a week of keeping your discontent to yourself, it came bubbling up and you no longer bothered to hide how you felt from him. You let it out, finally letting out what had been plaguing your mind since the wedding.

“Every time I see your face or even this suite for that matter, it makes me feel like shit. I really didn’t want this, and I don’t understand how you seem so unbothered. I mean, are you really not that upset about all this? Why did you agree to it so quickly?”

“I didn’t have much of a choice either, you know how my parents are. A couple years ago when I still wasn't in a serious relationship of any kind they started floating the idea of setting me up with someone. Your name got mentioned a lot, so I've had more time to come to terms with it, I suppose.”

You scoffed, “So you've known for years that this would happen?”

“Well, no. It was always just a suggestion, until a few months ago when they told me that they discussed it with your parents and actually wanted to go through with it.”

Not sure what else to say, you shifted your focus to the plate of food before you, and he did the same. An awkward silence filled the dining room, though you still preferred the silence to his rationalizing of your miserable arrangement. Much to your dismay, however, it wasn’t long until he was again doing just that.

“A lot of our parents' friends started out like this too, you know. To be fair most of them at least got to date for a while before getting married, but they’re happy now, so why shouldn’t we be able to do the same?”

He wasn’t wrong, this kind of thing wasn’t exactly rare, though you still hadn’t planned to turn out that way yourself. Still, you just stared back at him with a look of annoyance.

“What I really wanted to talk to you about, the reason I made this dinner for us, I thought maybe, if you would be interested, we could go on a honeymoon. I know that wasn't originally part of the plan, but I think it could be good for us. Anywhere you want to go, I'll make it happen.”

His offer was extremely generous, but still didn’t exactly sound appealing. Being alone with him for days on end wasn’t your idea of fun, you worried that it would even become quite depressing, not to mention awkward.

“I don't know….”

“It can be as long or short as you like, and if you decide you hate being around me that much you can come back here anytime. You're my wife now, and I want to be able to make you happy, to make this whole thing work out for us. If there's anything I can do to help us get there, I’ll do it, whatever it takes.”

When he put it like that, it was hard to argue with him.

“Anywhere I want? And you’ll really fly me back if I don’t like it?”

He nodded, “I promise.”

Though you still had your doubts, you reluctantly agreed. A couple days later you were packing your bags, flying first class to Switzerland, where you'd stay for two weeks at one of his family's vacation homes in the mountains near Lucerne.

Baekhyun grinned when you told him you wanted to go somewhere with mountains, “excellent choice.”

The flight had been surprisingly nice. You’d expected that Baekhyun’s family would fly first class, but you were still surprised by just how nice the Swiss airline he’d booked was. You and him essentially had an entire bedroom, and while it was spacious for a plane, that was the closest you’d ever been to him in bed before. Maybe it was just hormones and general touch depravity, but you were all too aware of the way he occasionally brushed up against you as he slept.

When you finally arrived at the house you'd call home for the next couple weeks, walking into the main living area, you understood his excitement at your choice to stay in the mountains. It was nothing short of breathtaking.

The house itself was beautiful, modern, and impeccably decorated, but you'd seen plenty of nice houses. It was the view that made it so special. The sprawling green valley surrounded by snow capped mountains looked like something out of a fairy tale.

“My wife has awesome taste.” He said, not missing the way you grimaced, cringing at the word ‘wife’.

“It still feels super weird hearing you say that.”

You kept your eyes fixated on the view, and after a moment he was taking your hand and leading you into the master bedroom. Inside on a small table stood a bottle of champagne as well as two glasses, and beyond the sliding glass doors you could see the patio, fit with a hot tub and infinity pool. The king sized bed stood at the center of the room, covered in rose petals.

You let out a short exhale of a laugh, mostly in disbelief at the sight in front of you.

“Not bad right?”

“Oh God, you really are trying to make me fall in love with you. Rose petals and everything…”

He laughed, shaking his head. “I don't think two weeks is long enough to fall in love, but if you did, that would be great. I guess the staff went a little crazy with the romance since my parents told them this is our honeymoon.”

He opened the bottle of champagne, pouring each of you a glass and handing one to you. God knows you needed it.

“Cheers.” You clinked the glasses together, each taking a sip. “By the way, I can sleep in one of the other bedrooms, if you'd prefer that. I know the rose petals on the bed are a little much.”

Maybe it was the alcohol, but it looked like he was blushing ever so slightly as he said it.

Your immediate reaction was relief, that you'd get your own room, but then again that wasn't why you'd traveled all this way together. You were used to sleeping in the same bed with him by now anyway, so you shook your head, hoping you wouldn’t end up regretting it.

A long sigh passed your lips.“You didn't take me here for us to sit in different rooms all day, we can do that back at home.”

There was a faint smile on his lips and he nodded, cheeks still a little pink. You both knew what your families were hoping would happen in that bed, and you couldn't help but blush a little as well. For a second you wondered if you and him would ever get that far. He was perfectly fuckable, in theory, but the nature of your arrangement sucked all the excitement out of it for you.

It was still early in the day, and once the champagne glasses were empty Baekhyun called a car to take the two of you into town.

“You already seem less bummed out than you've been the last few weeks.” He commented as you headed into the city.

“Yeah, don’t get me wrong, I’m still sad about everything, but you're right. It's better to at least try to make this work out. I'm trying to be optimistic.”

He was smiling again, and you couldn't deny how gorgeous the sight of it was. He reached for one of your hands, giving it a light squeeze, holding it for the rest of the car ride, and then again as you walked through the streets together, window shopping.

The city of Lucerne really was like a fairy tale. The old buildings, the crystal blue lake, and the mountains in the distance were the perfectly romantic setting for your time with him. In front of that amazing backdrop, he truly looked like a prince.

As sad and angry as you'd been the past month, now that your hand was in his, on this beautiful honeymoon, just enjoying the scenery, you couldn’t find the energy to harbor any resentment towards him. Although you still had a lot to learn about each other, you realized you could enjoy his company more than you expected. Either that, or it was just hard to be mad when you were in such a lovely place.

You'd been walking together in comfortable silence for a while, just appreciating the city, when he told you, “If you see something you like, tell me and we can go inside for you to try it on.”

As nice as it was, you knew you weren't actually going to go inside any of those shops. They were all high end designer outlets, the kinds of places you hadn't been to since your family was actually doing well.

Baekhyun saw the way you shook your head, turning your eyes to the pavement in front of you. You felt him abruptly stop, your hand still in his.

“What?”

“Now that we're married, you don't need to worry about all of that anymore. Your family wasn't so insistent on you marrying me just so that they could finally pay off their debts, you know. They want a better life for you, too.”

“Yeah well they have a funny way of showing it.” You mumbled, not even trying to hide the bitterness in your voice.

“Did you tell them you didn’t want to get married?”

You scoffed, because of course you didn’t, and he should know that. You gave him a bit of a bitchy side eye and he seemed to get your point.

“They know I would’ve much rather chosen my husband myself. But I wasn’t really given a choice, just like you.”

He mustered up a surprisingly sympathetic look, sitting you down with him on a nearby bench.

“I’m not saying this to call you ungrateful, really, but I think we should remember how lucky we are. Because of our parents we got the best educations, grew up in nice homes, get to travel the world, and so on. Money isn't something we'll ever have to worry about. When they asked me to marry you, I didn’t fight them, because I know how much they’ve done for me.”

You understood perfectly where he was coming from. However, despite it all, you still couldn't deny your disappointment.

“I know it would've been selfish to refuse, and of course I am grateful to be this fortunate. That doesn't make it feel any less shitty, though. I always had such big dreams for how I would meet the love of my life and get married, and they know that. When they told me I should marry you, they knew it would be heartbreaking for me, they just didn't seem to care. They didn't even want to acknowledge it.”

“I'm sorry. I can imagine how hard that would be, I want you to know that I don't blame you at all for being upset. I just want to do whatever I can now to hopefully make this better for you.”

When you didn’t respond his hand was pulling you back up with him, “Come on, there’s a really great ice cream place nearby.”

He was relieved to finally see you smile again, even though you rolled your eyes at him. “I’m not a little kid, you can’t manipulate me with ice cream.”

“I’m not manipulating you! I just want to cheer you up.”

At least the ice cream really was fantastic.

Eventually you returned to the house, deciding to finish the champagne in the pool together, enjoying the view. You'd seen Baekhyun shirtless in the past, but it had been years, and you couldn't deny how great he looked as he joined you in the water, holding both of your glasses of bubbly.

The mountain air was chilly on your upper half, and you sunk deeper into the warm water as he handed you your champagne. Steam rose from the water into the cold air creating a wispy fog, the sun barely peeking out from behind the mountains as it set.

You said cheers, clinking the glasses together, giving Baekhyun a funny look at how intently he insisted on making eye contact before bringing his glass up to meet yours.

“You know why Germans are so insistent on eye contact when cheersing right?” He asked before taking his first sip.

“No..?”

His eyes widened ever so slightly, surprised, to say the least.

“Oh… uhh, never mind.”

“No, tell me!”

This time, he was definitely blushing, “Ok but don't get mad at me! I was joking… I didn't think I'd have to explain it..”

“So..?”

He sighed, ready for you to scoff at his lame attempt at flirting with you. “In Germany, it's said that if you don't make eye contact while cheersing with someone, you'll have seven years of bad sex.”

To his surprise, you actually let out a small laugh, again meeting his eyes and holding his gaze intently as you clinked your glass to his one more time.

It had to be the atmosphere, both of you barely clothed in your swimsuits, the alcohol, the sunset, and the view of the mountains. That had to be it, that had to be why you were going along with everything he said so easily. Because at the end of the day, you both knew well what he was implying. He was your husband, and you his wife. Unless you both planned on cheating, which to your understanding still wasn’t acceptable despite the nature of the marriage, he would be the only one you'd be having sex with anytime soon.

You kept slowly sipping on your drink, enjoying the calmness and beauty of the landscape. This time, the silence between him and yourself actually felt comfortable.

“Do you really think that it's possible for us to eventually be happy, like any other married couple? You know as if we'd actually chosen this for ourselves?” You eventually asked.

“Yeah, I definitely think it's possible.”

“You really mean that?”

He shrugged, and nodded. “I don't want this to sound too forward, but that's part of why I wasn't too upset about the marriage. I would've liked to marry someone I chose myself, just like you, but in our situation I think we still have a good chance at making it work. Even though we've never been particularly close, I feel like I know you fairly well, because of our families. I know that we had similar upbringings, share the same basic values, things like that, and those things really matter in a partnership. You're beautiful too, which definitely helps.”

“Thank you… I've never really thought about it like that.”

‘You’re beautiful.’ Those words had a greater effect on you than you expected.

His eyes had been fixed on the sun setting over the mountains, but slowly he turned back towards you. “Do you find me attractive, at least physically?”

His sudden question left you dumbfounded. The answer was so obvious but the way he asked you truly didn't sound cocky at all. You had to stop yourself from making a dumb joke considering his abs were currently glistening in the light of the setting sun and his face looked like something out of a magazine.

“Baekhyun, you know you're a good looking guy.”

“Well, some women are more into big muscles, or really tall guys, or a more rugged “manly” look. I could still not be your type.”

You shook your head, feeling the way your cheeks burned, knowing they were probably bright red. You kept your eyes glued on the valley below, avoiding the way you knew he was looking at you. “You definitely are my type, at least when it comes to looks.”

You expected him to say something cocky and smug but instead he just smiled at you when you finally met his gaze again, seeming genuinely happy and relieved by your answer.

“I appreciate that.”

It occurred to you then that despite the champagne, his words and eyes on you made you quite shy. He was simply an extremely handsome guy, and you found yourself having to fight the urge to downright ogle him.

His broad shoulders and strong chest looked so inviting, the water on his skin adding a gorgeous sheen to his entire form. You wanted to touch him, to feel his skin against your own, and know how his slender hands would feel on your body.

The view of the mountains was nice, but as the minutes flew by, your eyes kept traveling back to him. It didn't go unnoticed, as he felt himself slipping into similar thoughts as well.

Maybe you really were just that easy to read, but it surprised you nonetheless when he stepped closer, taking your hand in his, before placing it on his chest.

“Wh-what are you doing?”

Your eyes were stuck to his torso, heart beating rapidly at the knowledge of his eyes gazing down at you, his heartbeat under your hand a comforting reminder of the shared tension. His gentle touch on your chin triggered a small gasp, and he finally guided your face up towards his own where he could look at you, and you at him.

Being so close now, you noticed the scattered moles painting little constellations across his face. Each one appeared to have been placed with purpose, further adding to the near perfect harmony of his stunning features.

When his eyes shifted downwards ever so slightly, gaze falling to your lips, you stopped breathing. You could smell him, so sweet and inviting, every minute aspect of his presence pulling you in.

“Can I kiss you?”

His eyes bore into your own again, and you could feel the magnetism between you both. All you gave him was a small nod, but that was enough, his lips meeting yours.

This was so different, so much better than when you'd kissed before at your wedding. His chest under your palm felt warm and firm, the taste and smell of him surrounding you, easily letting you melt into him. His lips were soft, and the lack of clothing, the feel of his wet skin against your own, made you shiver despite the hot pool.

Growing increasingly overwhelmed, you pulled away, red faced and genuinely a little embarrassed to have given into him so quickly. You quickly grabbed your glass and downed the rest of your champagne.

Baekhyun, however, saw right through you. He gave you a knowing smirk, he knew you were still skeptical of him and the marriage, but that didn't mean you weren't attracted to each other. Being half naked in a pool with a view definitely helped set the mood, too.

“What? There's no reason to get shy now.”

Still, you turned away from him, bracing both hands on the edge of the pool as you fixed your eyes back onto the mountains and valley below.

“Hm? What's wrong?”

His breath on the back of your neck sent a shiver down your spine, surprised by the proximity. Gently, he brushed your hair aside, giving himself access to whisper in your ear.

“As odd as it might feel to be married, as husband and wife, there's no use in denying that we're attracted to each other.”

He didn't miss the way you whimpered when his lips gently grazed the sensitive skin just below your ear, turning your head to grant him more access.

He took that as his sign to continue, leaving a trail of kisses along the side of your neck, his lips growing bolder as the minutes passed. Soon he was sucking and biting at the spot on your neck that made your knees weak, and his hands slowly came to rest on your hips, leaving you every chance to stop him, but you did no such thing.

Maybe it was just how pent up you were after not having sex for so long, and barely even having an opportunity to touch yourself, but you found yourself squeezing your thighs together, trying to relieve some of the ache that was starting to form between them.

When one of his hands left your hip, instead coming to your jaw, turning your head to grant him access to kiss you again, you easily let him. The kiss was nothing sweet, desperate and hungry as you both fought for dominance, though Baekhyun quickly took the upper hand, not that you minded.

“Can I touch you?” He asked the second your lips parted.

“You are touching me.”

“That's not what I mean.”

His hand moved slowly down the front of your body, the soft touch making your head spin, until his delicate fingers began to play with the waistband of your bikini.

He resumed the movement of his lips on your neck, soon coming to whisper in your ear, “May I?”

You nodded, breath shaking, and let out a soft moan when his fingers finally pushed beneath the wet fabric. His first touch against your clit sent a jolt through you, and you didn't miss his soft chuckle before pressing his lips against you for the nth time.

The way he nibbled and sucked at the skin of your neck combined with the soft circles his fingers made on your clit, were nothing short or euphoric. You leaned back into his chest, quiet moans and whimpers filling the air. Being touched like this from behind had always been a big turn on for you. He already made you feel so weak under his touch.

Baekhyun was obsessed with all of the delicate sounds escaping your lips, sounds that proved how much you were enjoying what he did to you. The more he listened, the more he felt himself grow needy for more.

A breath got stuck in your throat when he pushed his hips forward, letting you feel his hardness against your ass. Even through his swim trunks, you could tell he was big.

With his cock pressed to your ass and his fingers moving perfectly between your thighs, you were already losing any rationality you’d once possessed. When his other hand untied the knot of your top and began to tease your nipples, you couldn’t bring yourself to worry about how exposed you were, outside in the open. You knew you would be pushed over the edge sooner rather than later if he kept it up, and he did.

“Are you gonna come for me, baby?” He whispered in your ear, the smirk on his lips apparent in his voice.

You nodded frantically, warmth bubbling up inside you, turning into a searing heat.

“Good girl, let go, I got you.”

His fingertips slipped across your clit just right, one hand pinching and twisting the sensitive nub on your chest. Your whimpers grew into delighted moans, the craving for even more growing almost unbearable. The promise of eventually having his length inside you was what pushed you over the edge, shaking and twitching in Baekhyun's arms as you fell.

“Fuck.” He whispered into the crook of your neck. “You're really sexy, you know that? Can't wait to be inside you.”

The combination of his words and breath against your heated skin prolonged your pleasure, nodding to show him just how badly you wanted him, too.

As soon as his hand withdrew from between your legs you turned towards him, throwing your arms around his neck to pull him into a heated kiss. It was messy, desperate, communicating the urgent need you both felt for more. His tongue greedily licked into your mouth before biting your lip, coaxing another weak moan from you. His hand on your thigh quickly had you wrapping both around him, and the feel of his substantial length and girth against your center, even through your bathing suits, left you panting, desperate for more.

He put some pressure on you, pushing you against the edge of the pool, letting you feel even more of him.

“Do you wanna go inside?” He whispered into your ear between kisses, but you didn't have the patience for that.

You shook your head, “just fuck me right here.”

His cocky smirk somehow had even more moisture flowing out of you, “as you wish.”

With that, he undid the string of your bikini, and pushed down his shorts.

You reached for him, intimidated by the size, hoping you would even be able to handle him. He was hot and hard in your hand, and you felt the telltale throb of his own arousal.

Anticipation hung thick in the air as he positioned himself, his tip nudging against your clit, and you swore you were about to lose your goddamn mind.

“You ready?” He questioned with an unexpected softness, forehead resting against your own.

“Yes.”

“You sure?”

“Yes, Baekhyun, please.”

As soon as he pushed forward, however, you understood his desire to double check. His size presented quite the challenge, your eyes squeezing shut at the discomfort of being stretched so much. He could sense how you struggled to take him, hands digging into the skin of his back, legs squeezing involuntarily around his hips.

“Fuck you're so big.”

“Just relax, I'll go slow. Tell me if it’s too much.” He said before pressing another kiss to your lips.

You couldn't remember ever feeling so full, and he was still only halfway in. Slow, shallow thrusts carefully let you get used to him, going deeper with every roll of his hips. Soon tears pricked at your eyes, the new sensation of being fucked by such a huge cock leaving you awstruck.

When he finally fit himself all the way inside of you, his hips meeting your own, you felt his head pressing firmly against your cervix. The slight pain of it heightened the already intense moment even further.

“Oh my God.”

He pulled almost all the way out, sinking himself all the way back inside, and you swore he had to have the best cock you’d ever fucked, by a mile. Any unpleasant thoughts surrounding your marriage to him were long gone as he set a steady rhythm, each thrust pulling gasps of pleasure from you.

The water splashed wildly around you but you might as well have forgotten it was even there, too overcome with Baekhyun’s length as it pleased you in ways you never knew possible. The way he filled you so completely was unlike anything you’d experienced with another man, blissed out by his incredible size and precise thrusts.

“You’re so perfect, take me so fucking well.”

His lips crashed into yours, hot and greedy as you moaned into one another. You were certain you’d never felt anyone that deep inside you before, and it was addictive.

“Think you can handle more?” He muttered, now that you’d gotten fully acclimated to his substantial length and girth.

You nodded, greedy for anything and everything he could give, and Baekhyun wasn’t going to deny you.

His lips swallowed more moans and cries of delight as he picked up the pace, thrusting harder, faster, feeling you clench down on him as you got closer to your release.

Every time he sunk into you completely, he felt your body tremble in response to the intense sensations. As much as you wanted to keep your eyes open to look at him, you simply couldn't. The force with which he pounded you and how deep he reached left you an incoherent mess. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head, desperate whimpers and whines leaving your parted lips.

“Will my beautiful wife let me feel her cum on my cock? Hm?”

Frantically, you nodded. With only a few more pumps into your dripping core he made you cum, so hard that you just about forgot your own name.

Baekhyun let out a deep groan at how tightly you squeezed him when you came, the pulsating of your orgasming pussy bringing him to his peak soon after. His hips fell out of pace, eventually slowing to a stop as he emptied his cum deep inside.

It wasn't until you slowly started drifting back to reality that you realized you were still outside in the pool with him.

You continued to cling to him, feeling him gradually soften and slip out of you. When his eyes found your own you both stared, panting, basking in the afterglow.

You finally stood back on your own two feet, leaned back against the edge of the pool, and couldn’t fight the fit of laughter that came over you.

Baekhyun stared at you, confused, unnerved, and slightly bewildered at your sudden outburst.

“Jesus fucking Christ Byun! That might be the best sex I’ve ever had. No, it definitely was. I can’t believe you...”

A relieved sigh escaped him, grinning at your admission. “Go on. I’d love to hear all your thoughts.”

“Oh shut up you don’t need any more ego stroking with a dick like that.”

He leaned in closer, bracing both hands on the edge of the pool at your sides. “Well you’ll be happy to know that this dick is all yours, till death do us part.”

A genuine smile graced your lips, and this time as you looked at him, your new husband, you actually felt a little excited for what your future with him could hold.

You leaned in, giving him a quick kiss. “It's only day one and you already succeeded at seducing me. I have to admit I feel a little pathetic.”

“I didn’t seduce you.”

“Oh yes you did! You got me half naked and drunk and started kissing my neck. That has to count.”

“You only had one glass of champagne and we're in a pool, what else would we wear?!”

You rolled your eyes. “Okay fine, but you still seduced me. Not that I mind, that was fucking incredible. I hope no one saw us, though.”

Baekhyun just shrugged. “I doubt it, but if they did, we put on a pretty good show.” he smirked.

“You’re unbelievable.” You laughed, enjoying the way he admired you.

“I asked if you wanted to go inside, but someone was too impatient.”

“You’re awful cocky, you know that?”

Again, he shrugged, moving away from you to find his glass of champagne. He finished it, and since it was getting late, you both finally decided to get to bed. This time, the rose petals just made you giggle. Once you'd both settled in, you even found yourself inching closer to him, until one of his arms pulled you closer, wrapping around you. It was easy to fall asleep like that, in his embrace.

The first night in a new bed was usually pretty rough, and the jet lag didn’t help. When you awoke in the early morning, you knew you wouldn’t be able to fall back asleep.

Baekhyun had detached himself from you at some point during the night, the blanket bunching up around his waist. He seemed to still be resting peacefully, and you shamelessly enjoyed the view of his bare chest and sleeping face. Everything about him was just so gorgeous, it didn’t really make sense to you how you’d ended up with him like this. You’d been so pissed about the marriage for so long, but now a small smile crept to your lips as you watched him, his chest slowly rising and falling with every breath.

You turned to fully face him, shifting around for a bit before settling into a comfortable position. From that point of view you could enjoy the profile of his face as he slept, taken with the seemingly perfect outlines of his jaw, nose, and lips.

Minutes passed, dragging on painfully slow, and the sight in front of you definitely didn't help you get back to sleep. Images from your time in the pool with him kept resurfacing, along with the memory of how incredible he'd made you feel. You couldn’t understand how you hadn’t always wanted to touch him, even when he was more of a stranger to you. He was way too attractive to just ignore, you thought. Every cell in your body seemed to gravitate towards him, now that touching him was allowed, and even welcomed, holding yourself back was nearly torturous.

You and him could nap during the day. Right now, you needed him to wake up.

Carefully, you moved closer, molding your body to his, leaning in to press your lips to his neck. He stirred a bit, but didn’t wake up, so you went on to plant more kisses, moving down towards his chest. When you gently sucked on his collarbone, his eyes finally fluttered open.

Much to your delight, he didn’t question your actions, or why you’d woken him up. He just took hold of your waist, pulling you on top of him, and into a kiss. You ended up straddling him, lips still locked as they moved together lazily.

“Goodmorning,” He hummed, looking around at the dark bedroom. “Awake already? What time is it?”

“Four? Five? I don't know.”

“Why'd you wake me up?” He half groaned, half whined, voice rough due to the early hour.

Instead of replying, you just kissed him again, kissing down to his jaw, then neck, moving your hips a little to make your intentions clear.

“Ready for round two? Already?”

“Shut up.”

He chuckled, “Why don't you make me?”

You moved to bring your lips to his once more, but he stopped you, one finger pressing to your lips before they could make contact. You pouted.

“I have an even better idea.”

“Oh yeah?”

A mischievous grin lifted his cheeks so prettily.

“Sit on my face.”

You froze, “Huh?”

“You heard me. C’mere”

He hoisted you up, eliciting a small shriek from you, but you didn’t let him take you all the way up the bed, instead settling atop in chest.

“Are you serious?”

“Hmm I’m a hungry boy. Now come here.”

His hands on your ass attempted to push you further up towards his face, but you stayed put.

“I still have underwear on, dummy.”

He looked down, narrowing his eyes when he spotted the lace that was, in fact, covering you.

“Do you like this pair?”

“Kinda? They’re a little old I guess, why do you-”

Before you could finish his hands were taking hold of the flimsy fabric, easily ripping it and tossing it to the side.

“Baekhyun! Are you out of your mind? Why-”

He cut you off again, hoisting you up by your ass till your thighs were on either side of his head.

“Don’t worry baby, I’ll buy you new ones.”

With that his arms circled your thighs, pulling you down, until your center met his hot tongue.

You inhaled sharply, bracing your hands against the wall as he licked and prodded at your clit. It was soft, teasing, wanting to warm you up before showing you what he was really capable of. When you would start to whine and plead for more, he would pull away entirely, instead leaving kisses on your inner thighs, letting the anticipation grow until it was nearly unbearable.

Until then you'd still been hovering, not wanting to smother him, but when you once again began to whimper and ask for more, he told you, “I’ll give you what you want if you just sit.”

“But-”

Without giving you a chance to protest his strong arms, still wrapped around your thighs, yanked you down roughly. At last you got the kind of pressure you needed, putting some weight on him, no longer caring if he could breathe or not. His hums of pleasure made it clear that either way, he was enjoying this as much as you were.

He lapped at your clit with greed, happily drinking you in. Every gasp, sigh, and groan he drew from you egged him on, eagerly awaiting your release, wanting nothing more than the taste of your delight flooding his tongue. When he transitioned from mere licking to sucking your bud past his lips, he felt your thighs shake, gripping them so tightly you almost wondered if it could bruise. In your ecstasy, however, there was no place for such thoughts. You were too preoccupied with your building orgasm.

His fingers earlier in the pool had been fantastic, but his tongue and lips were on a whole new level entirely. The way the warm muscle flicked at your most sensitive spot was absolutely perfect, and when combined with the suction of his lips, you almost couldn’t handle it. He could tell you were getting close when you began to rock your hips against his tongue, silently begging for even more, and he was eager to deliver.

He picked up the pace, suckling harder, licking faster, and he reveled in the increased volume of your moans as you got lost in it. When the moans were silenced, replaced instead with sharp gasps, he knew you were on the precipice. He didn’t falter, if anything, he gave you even more.

Seconds later you fell apart, twitching and shaking while he still didn’t stop, the sensation flooding your body with relief and joy until it slowly became too much. Baekhyun still had a firm hold of your thighs, and he moaned with delight at the taste of your orgasm on his tongue. He kept lapping at your tired pussy, not wanting to let a single drop go to waste, until you basically begged him for a break.

When his hold on your thighs finally weakened, you sat back, your ass landing on his chest eliciting a grunt from him. You looked down at your husband's face and he was beaming, lips and chin still wet with your arousal. You grinned right back, watching as he wiped his face with the back of his hand.

Again, all you could do was laugh, and this time he happily joined you.

“You know, I really hadn't expected all of this to happen on our first night here.” You told him.

“Neither did I.”

He was still smiling up at you, now just watching, admiring you, and when he still didn't look away after several seconds had passed you started to feel shy.

You rolled off of him, one arm covering your eyes as you basked in the unexpected comfort of the moment. Eventually you felt him move your arm away and his face was hovering above your own, slowly moving closer until he was kissing you. It was slow, relaxed, just enjoying the closeness as you gradually recovered from the heated moment.

You felt him shift, realizing that he was adjusting himself beneath his silk pajama pants, and your hand followed. His eyes fluttered shut when you palmed him, and he took the hint, discarding the shirt you still wore before stripping himself.

Wet lips met the sensitive skin of your neck as he positioned himself between your thighs, the heat and weight of him above you somehow making your heart race even more. His fingers entered you first, stretching you out to get you ready to take him. He started with two, soon adding a third as he leaned up slightly, watching your flushed form squirm and whimper beneath him. It was a sight that didn’t help his patience one bit, throbbing as he thought about getting to be inside you again so soon.

It wasn’t long until Baekhyun assumed you were ready, that or he just didn’t want to wait any longer. Both of his hands found yours, lacing them together and pressing them to the bed above your head. His eyes were on yours, dark with lust as you felt him push inside, the stretch again making you wince, though you easily powered through, too enticed by what was to come to even consider stopping him. He rocked into you, getting deeper with each push, until he was burying himself into you entirely with each roll of his hips.

This time, he was slower, savoring the way your tight walls hugged him, in contrast to the frenzied passion of the evening prior. You sighed gratefully each time he hit that spot inside you, appreciating the unhurried pace he set as he continued to thrust. Your previous orgasm left you especially sensitive, and you seemed to be floating on a cloud of pure bliss while he steadily fucked you, the euphoria of it reaching even greater hights than before.

His size was one thing, but Baekhyun was also just good. He knew how to angle himself to make you feel just right, keeping a steady pace to allow the pleasure to build.

“You feel amazing, so tight and wet for me.” He whispered into your ear, and your knuckles paled with how hard you gripped his hands.

Normally faster, rougher sex was what you preferred, but now, with him, you couldn’t help but think that this slower, more relaxed approach was even better. Maybe it was because it was so early, and you were still a little tired, but this felt nothing short of perfect. Baekhyun was taking care of you so well, listening to your body, and giving exactly what you needed.

Your orgasm was getting close again, warmth growing into a burning heat in the pit of your stomach, but as soon as you started to clench around him, about to let go, he pulled out.

He chuckled softly at the way you whined in protest, but assured you, “Just trust me, this will be even better.”

He stood on his knees and straddled one of your thighs, bringing the other leg over his shoulder before pushing back in. With the same leisurely pace from earlier he continued on, the new angle making you feel him even deeper.

When you started to whimper and ask for him to go faster, he just shushed you, pushing his hips into you slower, but harder, leaving you with little room to protest. Either way, it was divine, and you knew he’d easily get you there in the end. After a while you decide that whatever he had in mind, you would happily accept it. He made you feel so damn good, you trusted him to take you however he saw fit.

His thrusts were steady, letting you chase your orgasm, but when you started to get close he pulled out again, leaving you shaking and whining and clenching around nothing.

One hand came to rest on your cheek and his forehead met your own, prompting you to open your eyes and meet his. He stared for a second before pressing a quick kiss to your lips and whispering, “Turn around for me baby.”

You obliged, rolling onto your stomach, and you felt him straddle you, leaning down to leave a trail of kisses along your shoulder. Without any warning he filled you once again, and this time when he bottomed out, the increased pressure against your cervix made your stomach tighten, the pain almost too much for you.

His moans and grunts made it clear that he, too, felt the added pressure, making sure not to press too hard, to be gentle as he continued working his way in and out, his eyes fixed to the view of your ass and his length plunging in and out of you. Every time he sank himself inside completely he felt the way his tip would reach the bottom, savoring the feeling while doing his best to not hurt you in any real way.

Little did he know, you enjoyed the intensity of it, and your high was approaching even quicker than before. He’d been edging you for so long, all you cared about was getting your release. He could’ve fucked you as fast and hard as he wanted and the pain still wouldn’t have stopped you from cumming all over his length.

But Baekhyun was cautious nonetheless, filling you in the same relaxed manner, wanting you to feel as good as possible, to prolong your pleasure, without bringing it to an end just yet. He, too, was enjoying himself far too much to rush this.

However he soon felt the same tell-tale throb that your orgasm was quickly approaching, so he pulled out once again.

Once he’d turned you over, settling back between your thighs, he took in your fucked out expression, eyes softening at just how desperate you looked.

“Does my baby want to cum?”

You nodded, frantic. “Please, Baekhyun.”

He placed a tender kiss to your lips, then your forehead, before pushing forwards to fill you up. This time as he kept moving you could feel the difference, and you knew he was getting close to his own release. His thrusts were less consistent, and he became shaky, gasping and moaning more freely than before.

For you it came as a relief, knowing that it wouldn’t be long until you finally got your long awaited high. You weren’t sure how much more you could take, more than ready for him to finally just fuck you through your orgasm, and let you feel his release, too.

The push and stretch of his length inside you, the angle of it, and his entirety surrounding you, the heat and weight and smell of him, they all became too much. When he finally let you reach your peak it was strong, blinding you and making your skin tingle with the intensity. Every time he’d denied you he’d built the tension to such a degree that when it was finally released, it was otherworldly. Broken versions of his name passed your lips, though you weren’t conscious of it, the wave of pleasure leaving no room for coherent thought, only gratitude for the incredible feeling after having been deprived.

He didn’t stop when he felt the obvious pulsating and twitching of your orgasm, he continued to chase his own high, which came soon after. He’d been holding himself back, so when it finally hit him, the burst of euphoria was explosive. As he shuddered apart his lips crashed into yours, hungry and rough as they sought greater contact, something to communicate how much it affected him.

The kisses became more relaxed as you both slowly drifted back to reality, until he finally collapsed on top of you, burying himself in the crook of your neck. Gently kisses were peppered across your skin, each one paired with some sweet words, “So beautiful, so perfect, so good for me.”

After some time his weight above you lost its charm, turning sweaty and uncomfortable prompting him to roll off you, though you still desired some contact. Your head rested atop his chest, and the feeling of his hand on your waist was a welcome comfort.

Something about this just felt right to you. Your marriage to him, now, came as more of a relief than anything else. You knew that after having him, nobody else would ever be able to compare. As sure as you’d been that the jet lag would keep you up until daylight, his embrace ended up luring you into a peaceful sleep in mere minutes.

As it turned out, your honeymoon ended up being a beautiful experience full of gorgeous scenery, plentiful laughter, and amazing sex. Most days were spent strolling through town, enjoying the spa and pool at the house, and in bed with your new husband.

He was fun, maybe a little cocky, but you couldn't blame him for that, everything considered. At the end of the day, he was always sweet to you, and never acted truly arrogant in any way. Confident, that was how you would describe him, and that confidence came as a comfort for you. He was confident in himself, yes, but he also showed a lot of confidence and optimism towards his relationship with you.

The initial awkwardness disappeared completely after your encounter in the pool. The sex had been great, but more importantly, it brought your guard down. You quickly became far more comfortable around him, and as the days passed, he started to feel like a genuine friend. A friend, who also gave you the best sex of your life.

While it may have still been early in the relationship, by the time you were flying back home with him, you felt confident, too.

You'd make it work with Baekhyun, your new husband.

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♡⸝⸝ sparks and vows (bbh series!) ⊹。°˖➴

♡₊˚ 🦢・₊✧♡₊˚ s&v playlist・₊✧♡₊˚ 🦢・₊✧🥂

𓈒ㅤׂ 𝜗𝜚 pairing: soloist!baekhyun x reader aka [✶] 𓈒ㅤׂ 𝜗𝜚 content: 18+/MDNI. strangers to lovers, wedding!au, angst, fluff, exos and o/c's, pussy whipped baek, ex-playboy baek, ceo nepo baby reader, smut (tbh probs every chapter), language, scenes with alcohol +/or smoking throughout story, pretty tame tho tbh!!! ଘ(ᵕ˵ ૩ᵕ)━☆ﾟ.*･｡ﾟ takes place right after the gala, slight exhibitionism? smoking, ex-fiance and his creature appearance, baekhyun’s a panty sniffer/thief 😭, this chapter is p much porn w a plot 𓈒ㅤׂ 𝜗𝜚 wc: 5,600-ish? 𓈒ㅤׂ 𝜗𝜚 a/n: dvsn has been on a heavy rotation whilst writing this chapter 🙂‍↕️🫣 but this specific song is so s&v bbh coded. also, i made a spotify playlist for this series :) link is above hehehehehehehehe <3 enjoy the filthy smut babes!! this chapter was supposed to be like double the wc but i think im just going to do shorter chapters and make the story have a few more chapters than intended hehe

s&v | mlist | ch.1 | ch.2 | ★ ch.3 try/effortless ★ | next

the after-party for the gala unfolded in a breathtakingly opulent space downtown, one of many jewels among the venues and clubs owned by hana’s family. this year, [✶] decided to actually make an appearance—a rare move. maybe it was the high she got from the gala’s overwhelming success—or maybe it was because she couldn’t stop thinking about baekhyun, his tantalizing performance replaying in her mind.

his voice had been like velvet, smooth and rich as it wrapped around each lyric. every note seemed designed to captivate, but it was more than just his voice—it was the way he performed. the way his body moved with such effortless precision, fluid and sensual, as if he knew exactly how to command the room’s attention. but it was the moments when his gaze would land on her, when he’d purposefully sing certain lyrics while locking eyes, that made her stomach flutter.

his entire performance had left her buzzing, her heart pounding, and she couldn’t shake the sensation. now, as she navigated the after-party, all she could think about was finding him again—if only to tell him how completely he had captivated her, how his voice had stirred something deep inside her that she couldn’t quite explain.

the room glowed with soft, golden light, casting an enchanting shimmer over the crowd. the air was thick with the intoxicating blend of perfume, champagne, and the heady rhythm of music that pulsed through the night.

[✶] moved through the throng of revelers with graceful determination, her presence commanding admiring glances as she weaved across the dance floor. the room shimmered with luxury as guests—from the elite wealthy to influential figures and high-profile celebrities—mingled in elegant conversation. the hum of admiration brushed against [✶]’s skin like a gentle breeze, each compliment light yet resonant, making her feel as if she were wrapped in a cocoon of warmth and affirmation.

her dress—an elegant, flowing red piece that swirled with each step—seemed to ripple like liquid silver under the ambient lights. paparazzi flashes sparkled like distant stars, capturing moments of glamour that would be immortalized in magazines and social media feeds. she left behind a trail of congratulatory whispers and heartfelt compliments, each one a reflection of the night’s success and her undeniable charm.

as she approached the bar, the pulsating beat of the music grew more insistent, a vibrant counterpoint to the murmurs of appreciation that surrounded her. the bar itself was a sleek, modern marvel, its surface gleaming under the spotlights like a polished gem. behind it, an array of exotic cocktails and fine spirits awaited, their colors gleaming enticingly in the ambient light.

[✶] approached the bar with fluid elegance, her movements perfectly in sync with the rhythm of the party. the crowd’s warmth pressed in around her, a palpable buzz of energy and celebration that echoed the triumph of the night.

at the bar, bartenders worked with a practiced ease, their hands a blur of artistry as they crafted drinks with finesse. [✶] leaned casually against the counter, her eyes drifting over the room while she waited. the scene before her was a kaleidoscope of color, light, and sound—a dazzling celebration of glamour and excitement.

her gaze skimmed over the crowd, searching for hana or kyungsoo, but they were nowhere in sight. the club was packed, making it nearly impossible to spot familiar faces in the sea of elegant dresses and sharp tuxedos. the hum of conversation, mixed with the soft clinking of glasses, created a symphony of laughter and voices.

her thoughts wandered, hoping to catch a glimpse of baekhyun. she wanted to congratulate him on his mesmirizing performance, her heart fluttering at the thought of seeing him again tonight.

her gaze lingered, momentarily lost in the sea of faces and silhouettes, until a familiar figure appeared through the crowd heading towards her. the unmistakable gait, the confident stride, the sculpted physique—each detail as familiar to her as her own reflection. as he drew closer, a radiant smile illuminated his face, the kind of smile that could light up a room. the kind that once meant everything to her.

no, it can’t be.

not him. not tonight.

she feels her breath catch, her chest tightening as mhery eyes lock onto the figure moving toward her. the stride, the posture—it’s him. daniel. she don’t even need to see his face to know. six months of silence, and of course, he’s here. of fucking course, she runs into him now, when she’s least prepared.

maybe he hasn’t seen mhere. maybe he’ll turn around and leave. if she just looks away, he’ll get the hint, right? god, why does he still walk like that—like he owns the damn room?

or she could leave. just slip away before he reaches her. she doesn’t need to do this tonight. she doesn’t need him dredging up the past, reminding her of everything she;’s been trying to bury. but her feet feel glued to the floor, like her body’s betraying her, forcing her to face him.

does she pretend not to care? should she act like she’s over it—over him?

she can’t do this. not now.

but she know it’s too late. he’s right behind her.

[✶] freezes, caught off guard, just as the barista slides her drink across the counter. the glass glints under the ambient light, its cool surface pressing against her palm, anchoring her to the moment. a part of her hopes—prays—that if she doesn’t acknowledge him, if she just ignores the familiar pull of his presence, maybe he’ll disappear. maybe this encounter will vanish as quickly as it appeared. but that’s not how this works, is it?

“it’s nice to see you finally enjoying yourself,” daniel’s voice cuts through her thoughts, dragging her back to the present. his eyes glint as they flick toward the drink in her hand. “i remember how i had to practically drag you to these events. and even then, you wouldn’t touch a drink without a little nudge.”

his laugh follows, a sound that once carried warmth, now piercing straight through her chest. she hates that it still affects her—the way it teeters between affection and teasing, the way it used to make her feel like he knew her better than anyone. but now, it just feels… hollow. mocking, almost.

memories flood back, uninvited. the exhaustion of hosting event after event, retreating back to their shared penthouse, drained, while he would head out to continue the night. she’d always insisted he go, that he enjoy himself, though she never imagined how far he’d take it. a bitter pang twists in her chest, the sting of those nights he’d spent tangled up with someone else—nights that shattered everything you thought you knew about him.

but she pushes it down, swallowing the resentment as she meet his gaze. there’s tension there, the kind that’s never fully settled—nostalgia twisted with a bitter aftertaste.

“nice to see you, too, daniel.” her voice is calm, each word measured and cool. she lifts the cocktail to her lips, the glass icy against her fingers, a contrast to the firestorm brewing inside her. the deep amber liquid swirls lazily in the glass, catching the light in a way that feels almost too fitting for this moment.

daniel shifts on his feet, the subtle discomfort in his posture betraying him. “look,” he starts, his tone softer now, more careful, “i just wanted to say…we should still be on good terms. our families are moving forward with the merger, after all.”

and there it is. the inevitable lee-kim merger, a union that was supposed to be our story. a high-society fairytale, where two hotel empires become one glittering entity. lavish galas, magazine covers, and seamless wealth—it was all laid out like a goddamn hallmark movie waiting to happen.

except they were never the perfect couple. and they both knew it.

she takes another sip, letting the burn of the alcohol dull the edge of his words, the heavy reminder of the life we were supposed to lead, the one that was never truly theirs.

yet now, the once-gleaming promise between her and daniel has tarnished, marred by the weight of their separation. what was once a vision of a dazzling future together now feels tainted by a bitter undertone. the merger—more than just a business deal—has become a symbol of everything that’s unraveled. the dream of a shared empire has transformed into a backdrop for unresolved emotions and lingering questions that neither of them have dared to address.

daniel’s eyes search hers, hoping, maybe even pleading, to find a spark of the easy camaraderie they used to share. but all she gives him is frosty distance, a cold echo of the fractured past between them.

she can’t bring yourself to speak. instead, she looks down at the polished marble floor, her gaze heavy with uncertainty, unable to meet his. the weight of her insecurity anchors her in place, rendering her speechless. all she can manage is a faint nod, her usual confidence momentarily swallowed by the tension of the moment.

daniel’s mouth hangs open as if he’s about to say something else, but before he can find the words, slender arms wrap around his waist from behind. the touch is soft yet deliberate, and a melodious, feminine voice fills the air. "there you are, i’ve been looking everywhere for you."

you watch as a woman glides into view beside him, her movements smooth, almost rehearsed. she emerges from the shadows and into [✶]’s line of sight, a picture of calculated poise. "oh, [✶]," min’s voice rings out with a tone that drips with false familiarity. her smile, though polite, barely masks the disdain lurking beneath. "you did an incredible job at the gala today. i’ve heard nothing but praise. so sorry we couldn’t make it."

her words feel like a slap coated in sugar. [✶] forces a smile, though irritation simmers beneath the surface. "thanks?" the word comes out sharper than she intended, laced with polite defiance. "though i don’t recall extending an invitation to you."

min’s smug expression falters for a brief moment, twisting into a mask of annoyance. the tension between them is almost palpable, hanging thick in the air. after an agonizing beat of silence, [✶] takes a swift gulp of her drink, the bitter taste burning down her throat as she musters the will to escape. she excuses yourself, needing to get away from the disheartening scene that’s unfolding before her.

the weight of everything presses down on her as she walks away—daniel’s betrayal, min’s false charm, the bitter taste of what could have been.

navigating through the crowd, her breath becomes shallow, chest tightening under the crushing weight of her emotions. questions hammer throughout her mind: how the hell could he bring the woman he cheated on me with here? and why the fuck would he even show up at all?

[✶] pushes through to the nearest exit, the door closing behind her with a sharp, final click. the stairwell before her is a stark contrast to the glitzy chaos of the party—quiet, cool, and empty. leaning against the cold wall, she let out a long, shuddering sigh. the air here is cleaner, fresher, and with each exhale, the suffocating pressure on her chest begins to ease. slowly, a sense of calm washes over her, the nerves settling as she savors the silence.

“feeling claustrophobic?” a familiar voice calls down from the top of the small flight of stairs.

[✶]’s heart lifts at the sound of baekhyun’s voice, relief washing over her. “yeah, something like that. i’m not really a fan of these kinds of events,” she replies, a genuine smile tugging at her lips as she glances up at him. she chose not to burden him with her troubles about daniel and his new companion. “what about you? hiding out up here?”

“same as you,” he says with a casual shrug. “just needed a break from all the noise. honestly, i’m not a fan of these things either, but how could i resist knowing you’d be here?”

baekhyun catches sight of the flush creeping across her cheeks at his comment, and his smile broadens, mischief dancing in his eyes. “have you already been drinking,” he teases, leaning in slightly, “or is that blush because of me?” his playful tone makes it hard to keep a straight face.

she raises an eyebrow, a smirk forming on her lips. “maybe it’s a little bit of both. you do seem to have that effect on me. annoyingly so.” she playfully shrugs, savoring the banter as she holds his gaze.

baekhyun chuckles softly, a twinkle in his eye. “i was thinking of heading up to the rooftop for a quick smoke. wanna' join me? i promise the view will be much more romantic than this cold, empty stairwell.” he tilts his head slightly, inviting her with casual confidence as he reaches his hand out for her.

[✶] laughs, nodding in agreement. “yeah, let’s go.” she slips her hand into his, the warmth of his touch grounding her as he leads her up the stairs.

the rooftop was a bright oasis high above the busy city, surprisingly calm despite the lively party going on downstairs that they had just left. strings of market lights crisscrossed overhead, casting a warm, golden glow that danced across the space. each bulb hung like a tiny star, twinkling softly to create a canopy of light that transformed the night into a magical dreamscape. cocktail tables dressed in crisp white linens were scattered throughout, their gleaming surfaces catching the light and reflecting it back in gentle shimmers. trendy patio furniture, upholstered in plush fabrics of deep navy and rich charcoal, was arranged in cozy clusters, inviting intimate conversations under the starry sky.

her eyes widened as she took in the breathtaking panorama of the city’s skyline. the lights below stretched out like a blanket of stars, each building illuminated and shimmering against the dark canvas of the night. the air was cool and crisp, carrying with it a whisper of the city’s vibrant energy. this view would never tire her.

she turned her gaze towards baekhyun, a warm smile spreading across her face as she took in the view. the soft lighting casting down his features made him look so irresistible. "you were amazing earlier, by the way," she said, her voice soft but full of admiration. she settled onto the chaise beside him, her thighs brushing against his. “now i get why you’re so popular,” [✶] flirted, her eyes sparkling with playful admiration.

he offered a humble smile, the corners of his mouth lifting in a shy, almost boyish manner. a subtle blush crept across his cheeks, a delicate flush of pink that hinted at his embarrassment. he reached into the inner pocket of his coat with practiced ease, extracting a slender cigarette with a flick of his wrist. as he placed it between his lips, the dim light from the street below caught the gleam of the cigarette's white paper.

with a quick, fluid motion, he shielded the flame of his lighter from the gentle breeze with the palm of his hand. the tiny flame flickered briefly, casting a warm, golden glow that illuminated his face in sharp relief against the encroaching darkness. the light danced across his features, highlighting the intensity of his gaze and the subtle lines of concentration on his forehead as he drew the cigarette to life.

baekhyun inhaled deeply, the ember at the tip of the cigarette glowing a fierce orange. he exhaled a plume of smoke, which swirled and dissipated into the night air, mingling with the shadows around them.

"well, i had to give it my all for my girl, didn't i?" he said, his voice blending playful confidence with genuine affection. he settled back on the chaise, leaning in closer as he carefully offered her his cigarette. "you really set the bar high the last time we met. all i did this week was rehearse for it. i was so nervous for tonight that i hardly slept at all."

[✶] let out a soft, melodious giggle, a sound that seemed to weave through the night air like a sweet, captivating melody. her eyes sparkled with amusement, their twinkle betraying her lighthearted teasing. she raised an eyebrow, her lips curling into a teasing smirk that was both charming and provocative. “'my girl'?” she echoed him, her tone light but edged with playful mockery as she takes a drag of their shared cigarette before handing it back to him. “geez, baek, you might want to take a girl out to dinner first before you start laying claim.”

baekhyun’s laughter rang out again, a deep, resonant sound that filled the rooftop with a warm, infectious energy. his voice carried a note of playful disbelief, a blend of incredulity and endearing affection. “whaaaat?” he responded, his tone both surprised and amused, the echo of his voice lingering in the night air. “and what about our night together last weekend, huh? i thought i did a damn good job claiming you then—”

his playful words were cut short as [✶] placed a hand over his mouth, her eyes wide with a blend of shock and amusement. “are you crazy?” she half-shouted, her voice tinged with urgency. “what if someone hears you?” her head whipped around, scanning the rooftop with a frantic energy. the only sounds were the distant hum of the city below and the soft rustle of the breeze. empty, just as they had hoped when they slipped away to this secluded spot.

baekhyun’s gaze softened as he looked at her, really looked at her. the moonlight highlighted the gentle curve of her cheek and the sparkle in her eyes, making her seem almost otherworldly, like a dream. he couldn’t stand the space between them anymore. her soft, inviting lips called to him with an irresistible pull, and he felt a deep ache to kiss her. the brush of her delicate hand against his skin sent a jolt of electricity through him, creating a tense atmosphere between them.

with a sudden, decisive movement, baekhyun stubbed out their cigarette, the ember hissing as it met the ground. he gently but firmly moved her hand away from his mouth, his touch lingering as if he wanted to savor the moment. his eyes locking onto hers, filled with longing and unspoken desire.

he reached out, his hands cradling either side of her face with a tenderness that belied the strength of his touch. the world around them seemed to dissolve into a blur of distant sounds and hazy shapes, leaving only the two of them suspended in this intimate moment. his fingers, warm and gentle, rested against her cheeks, tracing the delicate curve of her jaw with a sense of high regard.

the kiss felt soft and gentle, like the first snowfall, full of warmth and longing. he seemed uncertain about whether he should kiss her, but he couldn’t resist the strong attraction that pulled him closer. his tender touch showed his vulnerability, and the warmth of the kiss revealed just how deep his feelings were.

he braced himself for her to pull away, perhaps even to strike him with a forceful reminder that she wasn’t ready. but instead of rejection, he felt the subtle, reassuring pressure of her lips moving in harmony with his. her response was a silent affirmation, a gentle surrender as she leaned into his touch. in that fleeting instant, he sensed her melting into his embrace, and a realization dawned on him: she wanted him too.

when he finally drew back, giving them both a moment to breathe, his hands remained caressing the sides of her face, as though holding onto the lingering warmth of their shared kiss. "fuck it, let them hear," he murmured against her lips, his voice low and filled with a raw, unfiltered desire. "i'm not trying to hide you."

she looked at him with an intensity that spoke of unspoken dreams and deep-seated longing. in that moment, her resolve crystallized, and she knew she couldn’t bear to keep him at a distance any longer. 'fuck it,' she thought to herself, echoing his words as she grasped his face in her hands. with a surge of urgency and an intense need, she closed the distance between them a second time, this time of her doing. pressing her lips to his with a passion that had been building beneath the surface all along.

what began as a tender, innocent kiss quickly ignited into a blazing inferno of passion. their lips, initially gentle, pressed together with growing urgency, as if they were both starved for each other's touch. hands roamed with a passion that defied reason, fingertips exploring every curve and contour of their bodies. their proximity was electric, the heat between them tangible as he pulled her onto his lap.

the fabric of their garments, once a mere formality, now felt like a stifling constraint against the searing intimacy they craved. soft, breathy moans escaped their lips with every caress, every touch that struck a sensitive spot, sending shivers down their spines. each sound was an indication to the mounting desire that drove them further.

baekhyun’s need was undeniable, pressing hard between her thighs as she straddled him, just as he could feel the heat of her damp core grinding down against him. the sudden friction made his breath catch, his chest rising sharply beneath her. a low hum rumbled from him, sending a shiver down her spine as his hands roamed up her legs, the touch electric. his fingers slipped beneath the fabric of her dress, slowly dragging it higher until he could cup her ass fully, giving it a firm squeeze that had her moaning softly into his ear.

his slender fingers dug into her hips, guiding her movements with an unhurried precision, encouraging each roll and grind of her hips against his growing bulge. the wet fabric of her panties soaked through to his slacks, the mix of her arousal spreading with every slow, needy swirl. he knew exactly what he was doing—teasing her, drawing out her desperation, the game as much for his pleasure as it was for hers.

he loved seeing her like this, clinging to his shoulders with trembling hands, breathless and needy, her mind clouded with nothing but him. she whispered his name in broken syllables, the sound like music to his ears, and he reveled in it. every grind, every shift of her body against him brought her closer to the edge, and he knew she was barely holding on.

but baekhyun wasn’t in any hurry. he wanted her to come undone slowly, to make her crave him so completely that she’d be begging for more by the time he finally gave in. and she could feel it—that unspoken promise of what was to come, hanging heavy in the air as he watched her lose herself in the moment, every touch, every grind pushing her closer to her limit.

“baekhyun…” she whines, her voice a soft plea as her hips roll languidly against his, drawing a low, ragged groan from him. his thighs tense beneath her, and the sound is followed by a breathless, teasing laugh as he leans in, grazing his teeth along her jaw. "i know, princess," he murmurs, his voice a dangerous mix of playfulness and promise. "gonna take good care of you."

his dark gaze locks with her, heavy with intent, as his grip tightens on her hips. slowly, but with a clear hunger, he takes control, guiding her body to grind messily against his slacks, each desperate movement sending jolts of pleasure through her. her sensitive, clothed clit brushes over the hardness beneath his pants, and each touch feels like it's designed just for her, like her body was truly made for him.

baekhyun’s lips find her neck, nipping at her skin as her breath hitches, overwhelmed by the intoxicating closeness. "you're gonna make me cum, baek—please!" the words spill out between ragged breaths, her fingers tangling in his hair, pulling a sharp hiss from his lips. another desperate swirl of her hips has him groaning deeply, the friction unbearable when she slowly grinds herself down onto his thick, clothed cock.

with a sudden pull, he drags her closer, the carnal need between her both tightening with each passing second. "oh, is that right?" his voice thick with amusement. "don't get too greedy, sweet girl. i’m not done with you yet."

baekhyun’s hands, driven by pure instinct, slide between her thighs. she responds immediately, parting her legs wider to give him full access, a silent plea for more. his fingers brush over her soaked panties, and he lets out a low, satisfied groan, the sensation only stoking the fire burning between them.

he knew how wet she was—he felt it when she was grinding against him, the way her body was shamelessly pressing into him. but now, with his fingers grazing her damp heat through the thin fabric, the reality hits him in a way that has his pulse spiking. she’s drenched, practically dripping with need, and as he slips a finger under the material to touch her bare skin, he realizes just how ready she is for him.

"fuck," he mutters under his breath, voice tight with barely-contained desire. the feel of her slickness against his fingertips is overwhelming, making the moment crackle with intensity. he circles your swollen clit slowly, teasingly, watching her expression twist with pleasure, the way her body reacts to every move he makes.

"you’re so wet for me," he growls, the words rough and needy as his fingers dip lower, collecting more of your arousal. "i could’ve sworn i felt it earlier, but this… this is something else." his lips twitch into a wicked smirk, clearly enjoying how worked up she is beneath his touch.

her hips buck against his hand, seeking more friction, more of him. and baekhyun, ever the tease, obliges—but just enough to drive her wild, not enough to give her what she’s really craving.

"patience," he whispers, his breath hot against her ear. "i'm not finished making you fall apart for me yet."

baekhyun gently laid [✶] down on the chaise, his movements deliberate and tender. he carefully dismounted, kneeling in front of her with an almost reverent gaze. his fingers, deft and sure, began to lift her dress, his touch sending shivers across her skin. he slid her panties aside with practiced ease, the fabric brushing against her skin with a soft whisper.

"baekhyun, w-what are you doing?" she asked, her voice a mix of surprise and growing awareness. “here? right now?”

baekhyun's eyes darkened with desire as he took in the sight of her arousal, her sex glistening with an urgent sheen. with a deliberate, almost ceremonious motion, he lifted her legs onto his shoulders, his touch both possessive and tender. "i told you i was going to take care of you," his face dangerously close to her core. the delicious sight before her driving her to the brink of insanity. "try to stay still for me, my girl," he commanded, his voice low and sultry.

baekhyun's heartbeat pounds in his ears as he instructs her to arch her hips, his voice low and commanding. she complies, letting him slide her panties down her legs with a deliberate slowness. he doesn’t even hide the wicked grin as he brings them to his nose, eyes fluttering closed while he inhales deeply before slipping them into his pocket. the sight makes her cheeks flush with heat.

"perv," she teases, biting her lip to hide the smile creeping onto her face.

“better get used to it,” baekhyun smirks, his voice dripping with sin. and before she can respond, he’s between her legs, wasting no time. she barely has a second to process what’s happening, her mind racing with the realization of just how exposed and vulnerable she is—they are. she glances around the rooftop, a quick check to make sure they’re still alone, but the feeling of baekhyun’s hot breath ghosting over her bare skin snaps her back into the moment.

he licks his lips, the hunger in his eyes making her pulse race. without another word, he leans in, delivering a slow, teasing kitten lick along her slit, and it sends an electric shock straight through her. her body reacts instinctively, arching toward him, desperate for more.

her breath quickens, chest heaving with anticipation as his mouth begins its slow, torturous exploration of her body. his lips trail soft kisses along the insides of her thighs, feather-light touches that only heighten her need. when his mouth returns to her soaked heat, it’s with a new intensity. he groans against her, his tongue swirling with a sinful hunger, and the sound vibrates through her core.

the way baekhyun devours her—his lips, his tongue, the hum of satisfaction vibrating from his throat—has her head spinning. every moan of his is muffled against her, swallowed by her body, while his breathless praises spill out like worship between each kiss onto her pussy. “you taste so good, baby. so fucking sweet for me,” he groans, his words sending shivers through her. “i can't believe i went a week, a whole week, without tasting you.”

it’s taking everything in him not to lose control, but there’s more to this moment than just the physical need. this woman before him is his, wholeheartedly and irrevocably. and it’s not like he hasn’t tasted her before—he had been buried between her thighs just this last weekend, rearranging her insides like the fate of the world depended on it—but nothing compared to this.

this moment right here finalizes it for baekhyun. every doubt he ever had about being in a serious relationship with her? gone. out the fucking window. he can’t go another day without tasting this sweet cunt of hers. without being wrapped in her warmth. and the way she’s responding, grinding herself against his delicious mouth as he devours her like a man starved, tells him everything he needs to know.

[✶] feels the same. she’s never been eaten out like this before—with so much passion, so much raw emotion. this isn’t just lust. it’s devotion, and she craves it, needs it. she’s never going to want anything less–she’ll never settle for less.

he swears the nearer she is to her climax, the sweeter she tastes, and the sight of her unraveling beneath him—her face contorted in pleasure—is enough to make him almost cum in his fucking slacks. this? this is heaven. and they both know they need it, this intimacy, every single day.

her hands tangle into his raven hair, tugging him closer, needing him deeper. the way his lips suck on her clit, the way his tongue flicks and swirls, it's maddening. she feels her thighs start to tremble, tightening around his head as the pleasure builds, her body practically singing with each movement of his mouth.

baekhyun’s grip on her hips tightens, anchoring her to him as he works her closer to the edge. the sound of her moans and the wetness of his eager tongue fills the air between them. he doesn’t stop, won’t stop, even as she feels herself tipping over the edge, until finally, the dam breaks and she’s falling, crying out his name as she comes undone beneath him.

even as the aftershocks pulse through her, baekhyun continues, savoring every drop of her release. his lips never leave her skin, not until she’s so sensitive that she gently pushes his head away, gasping for breath. he pulls back, lips glistening with her arousal, a satisfied grin on his face as he looks up at her.

“god you’re fucking perfect,” he murmurs, his voice thick with pride, and she can’t help but smile through the haze of her orgasm. “and all fucking mine.”

[✶] gazes down at baekhyun, her chest still heaving from the high he had just sent her crashing from. his bangs were damp, clinging messily to his forehead, his face slick with a mix of sweat and her release. he looked up at her, eyes hooded with a combination of adoration and raw, unrestrained lust. the sight of him like this, on his knees and completely wrecked by her, sent a rush of heat through her all over again.

without a second thought, she reached out, pulling him up toward her. he stood effortlessly, his body towering over hers as one hand braced against the back of the chaise while the other tenderly cradled her cheek. their lips crashed in a heated, desperate kiss, both of them lost in the moment. the taste of herself on his tongue sent sparks through her, reigniting a fire deep inside. she moaned into his mouth, pulling him closer, needing more of him, of everything.

“take me home then,” [✶] whispered breathlessly, her forehead resting against his, their lips just a breath apart. “take me home and show me how i’m yours.”

baekhyun’s dark eyes flashed, a wicked smile curling at the corner of his mouth. “i thought you’d never ask.”

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paintingwhiteceilings · 4 months ago

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can you make exo members as your childhood best friend? and with fem reader please! love your writing <3

❃EXO members as your childhood best friend❃

A/N: Hiii thank you so much for this ask! I am so sorry that it has taken me months to finally respond to it :’) I spent the last few months birthing a 35.000-word, 65-page thesis so I didn’t have any time/energy left to do any creative writing. Regardless, thank you for this cute ask! It was fun reminiscing over my memories with my childhood friend that I have known since I was four months old. Thank you for being so patient with me the very long wait, hopefully, this makes up for it!

Xiumin/Minseok:

✾ Xiumin and you became friends during recess in primary school. He noticed your classmates constantly picked you last whenever you played a game together during recess. Thus, whenever he was chosen to be a team captain, he made sure to pick you first, resulting in you two becoming close friends.

✾ Your mom adores him; heck, she prefers him over you. Xiumin has always been the perfect son; he got perfect grades, is polite, is handsome, cleans up after himself, etc. Whenever you call her, she asks whether you can pass the phone to him so she can ask her favourite child how he is doing.

✾ He is a very consistent friend. Regardless of how busy his schedule is, he makes sure to drop by your place regularly. If he can't visit you in person, he will have a four-hour phone call with you instead, where you two talk about everything and anything happening in your lives.

✾ At some point during your friendship, he had a massive crush on you. He never told you -and you might not have noticed it- but it was incredibly obvious to everyone around you as they watched him follow you with puppy dog eyes. Your mother still holds out hope that you will end up together.

Suho/Junmyeon:

✾ You guys became friends all the way back in pre-school when Suho noticed you were having trouble learning how to tie your shoelaces. Five-year-old Suho wasted no time and offered to help you out, patiently teaching you how to do it. You have stuck together ever since, remaining close throughout your teenage years.

✾ Suho dragged you through secondary school; if it hadn't been for him functioning as your tutor throughout your educational career, you would not have had the grades you ended up graduating with. Nowadays, he mostly gives you advice on work and will look over contract details with you when needed.

✾ He was 1000% your wealthy, rich best friend growing up. His childhood birthday parties were incredibly lavish; he would take all his friends to theme parks when he was younger, his parents paying for every expense. Even nowadays, he never misses a chance to spoil you rotten, taking you on already-paid-for trips whenever he is able to.

✾ You guys have stayed at each other's places so often that you call each other's parents mom and dad. It is not unusual for one of you to have dinner with the other's parents without the other present.

✾ Compared to the other members, he is less consistent with meetups, not minding it too much when a lot of time passes between phone calls. You can go months without talking to each other before sending the other a random TikTok or stopping by each other's place unannounced.

Baekhyun:

✾ The two of you have a crazy story of how you met. You met Baekyhun shortly after moving into the same street. At the time, you were convinced mermaids were real, so you decided it was perfectly reasonable to dive into the river running next to your house to introduce yourself to them without actually being able to swim. Luckily for you, Baekyhun happened to be playing nearby and jumped in after you without a second thought, rescuing you from drowning. He still holds it over you whenever he needs a favour.

✾ You have so many weird stories of when you were growing up together. You two would constantly get into trouble, most of it initiated by Baekyhun. It got to the point where your teachers decided to put you in different classes to prevent you two from pulling pranks during class.

✾ Your place is his place, and vice versa. On one occasion, you accidentally switched apartments; Baekyhun had gone over to yours whilst you had visited him. You still complain that he should cover your grocery bills as he tends to eat most of the food in your fridge whenever he is over.

✾ Baekyhun is such a loyal friend; he will always have your back and drop everything to come running when you tell him you need him. Baekyhun has friends he has known for over 20 years; he is a friend for life.

Chen/Jongdae:

✾ Your dad and his dad were best friends, introducing you to one another when you were two years old in the hopes you would become best friends, too. At first, you two were painfully shy, hiding behind your fathers to stare at the other strange kid, but after leaving you two alone for an hour, you two became quick friends.

✾ He acts very much like a brother. Chen can be super annoying, teasing you whenever he gets a chance, but he will drop everything and anything when you call him. He will not let anyone else -not even his members- tease you; it is only okay if he does it.

✾ You two give each other the best advice. You guys regularly call each other to talk about whatever problems and hardships you are going through.

✾ Chen wasted no time in asking you to be one of the bridesmaids at his wedding. God knows how much you contributed to the two getting together and how much time you spent helping Chen plan the proposal.

✾ Chen and his wife immediately called you to ask whether you wanted to be the godmother the moment they discovered she was pregnant. He cannot wait for you to have a child of your own so they can become best friends, too.

Chanyeol:

✾ You two met in primary school when you were six, and your teacher decided to have you sit together. Chanyeol got super competitive when he discovered you had gotten a higher grade than him on a spelling test, resulting in a friendly rivalry. To this day, you two get along perfectly well, but the moment that grades or board games are involved, a war will break out.

✾ He 1000% bullied you into playing video games with him. Chanyeol even bought you a gaming laptop, trying to convince you to join him. Regardless of his schedule or location, you have a regular game night where you play random multiplayer games, affectionately yelling at each other.

✾ You developed a tiny crush on Chanyeol when you first saw him after he got his growth spurt. It did not last very long, however; you remembered he was the same Chayeol who once ate a crayon on a dare and puked the contents of his stomach all over your shoes.

✾ Chanyeol is the worst wingman. He is very protective over you, and, according to his opinion, nobody is good enough to date you. Whenever you go out drinking, he will lurk behind you, attempting to intimidate whoever dares to come up to you. This man might be secretly in love with you and absolutely in denial about his feelings.

✾ Chanyeol once wrote a song about your friendship, but he has not yet made up his mind on whether he wants to release it. Part of him feels he should save it for a solo album.

D.O./Kyungsoo:

✾ You met Kyungsoo as he is the son of your mother's best friend. His mother had asked yours to introduce you two as Kyungsoo was a painfully shy child, and she wanted him to have more friends his age. Initially, he was quiet around you, hiding behind his mother whenever she brought him over. However, he slowly came out of his shell the more you played together.

✾ You two didn’t attend the same schools but remained good friends nonetheless. Whenever school would end, you would rush to meet up underneath a big old tree in the park near your house. You would sit there for hours, talking about your day or doing your homework together, until it got dark.

✾ Kyungsoo never told you, but you were the main reason why he pursued a career in acting and singing. You never failed to hype him up, giving him the confidence to put himself out there. He fondly remembers the countless karaoke nights where you would be his biggest fan, praising his skills when the song would end.

✾ He definitely developed a crush on you somewhere during your teenage years. Kyungsoo never felt the need to act on it, finding your friendship too precious to risk anything. His friends were very aware of it, though, teasing him whenever he would rush out the moment school ended to meet up with you.

Kai/Jongin:

✾ You two met on a playground when you were three years old. Someone had pushed you off the wigwam, and Kai, seeing you cry, stood up for you as much as a three-year-old can stand up for someone else. He refused to leave your side after, playing with you until it was time to go home. You two have been close friends ever since.

✾ He insisted on you taking dance classes with him, thinking it was fun to have something to do together. It became your regular weekly meetup point, enabling you to stay connected even when you went to different schools. You would show up an hour before class would start, just so you could talk without being scolded by the teacher, and would take your sweet time walking home, squeezing out as much time as you could.

✾ You recognize that Kai is incredibly handsome whenever you see him perform, but all you are able to see when he thrusts his hips is the same kid who once fell into a pond when he was collecting a bunch of rocks because he thought they were pretty and cried over a feather because he felt bad for the bird that lost it. Having so many embarrassing childhood memories of him is why you are still sane and not drooling over him.

✾ Kai bombards you with messages throughout the day; you once had over fifty notifications from him as he sent you every video and photo of a dog or cat he stumbled upon.

Sehun:

✾ You and Sehun met during daycare and initially did not get along whatsoever. You two got into a fight when Sehun stole the stuffed animal you were playing with, resulting in the caretaker putting the both of you in time-out. Weirdly enough, you bonded over your time in toddler jail, becoming inseparable after you were set free.

✾ Sehun and you constantly bicker with one another, having no problem calling the other one out or, as you like to put it, keeping the other person humble. To those who know you well, they liken your dynamic to that of an old married couple. However, people who do not know your friendship tend to assume you hate each other.

✾ Sehun gets insanely jealous when you hang out with his members or other friends of his. You are his friend, and as much as he likes his friends getting along, the bratty part of him hates when you do not have time for him. He will become incredibly whiny when too much time has passed between meetups and when he feels like you are ditching him for your friends.

✾ Sehun is your favourite gossip buddy. He will randomly call you to tell you whatever drama he witnessed or caught wind of. If calling is not an option, he will instead send you a thirty-minute voice note explaining the situation in full detail. Your chat is basically a podcast where you update one another about people you do not know and drama that does not concern you.

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miabbh · 15 days ago

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Undocked ⚓🦇

vampire ship captain!Baekhyun x reader

Synopsis: With the madness that the passage of time brings to his kind, he is forced to save you from what he himself did to you, when you were trying to run away from your state of life just much as he was.

Genre: fluff, semi-explicit, tiny bit of angst, mentions of blood | around 8,5k words

There are only two circumstances in which there is nothing left to do: when you die, and when you lose hope. Even so, for the ultimate end, these two must coexist.

He still carried hope; you, life.

With age, for those of his kind, wisdom was joined by madness and lack of control, intertwined with growing folly and perdition. The omen of the end was revealed as an irresistible temptation: a visceral desire to reintegrate with those from whom they had once been estranged, in the illusory hope of recovering their lost humanity. But this closeness only awakened the dark nature that dwelled underneath, summoning the beast that hungrily waited to break free. When the mask fell, horror and carnage were unleashed and the inevitable followed.

Baekhyun recognised the signs well, spectral melodies that echoed with the arrival of each new moon, as familiar as they were terrifying. What had begun as a mournful whisper, steeped in nostalgia, now explodes into ferocious cries from the depths of his diaphragm, rising up his throat to become inhuman screams, reverberating like echoes in chambers of cold stone.

The sea has become his only bastion since it started to become a threat to stay on land for long periods of time. If it hadn't been for Chanyeol, these last three months on land would have had much more to embitter his conscience than the resentment that he might not survive until the end of the decade.

The ships he commanded became progressively smaller, safer, as safe as it was to have a vampire who couldn't control his instincts confined to a vessel with a hundred or two of humans. Small ships with two hundred filthy rich humans, with addictions corrupting their souls and bodies—they weren't exactly the most desirable, not even for when the most savage being revealed itself.

Grateful for his survival instincts, Baekhyun clung to what still made him feel useful and happy—the helms of the small cruise ships on which he shared command with Chanyeol.

He didn't even have a safe harbour now, except for the two of them.

Still, he smiles, with a smile that defies the very essence of what flowed through him, overflowing with an unsuspected tenderness, so authentic that it seems to question the nature of the blood that courses through his unholy veins.

And then, you.

For the first time in decades, his smile found a more sub-lime purpose.

He sensed your presence even before his eyes reached you, as if the sweetness you radiated was an invisible enchantment, crossing the ballroom with a subtlety that stood out amid the decadence of perfumes and muffled voices. For a moment, Baekhyun let himself be carried away, his attention lost, disconnected from the insipid conversation between the officials and the cruise company representatives. Moved by an almost spectral impulse, he looked for you and saw you coming through the varnished wooden door, trying to tidy up your hair that had come loose from the simple but elegant updo, possibly because of the wind outside.

He followed your every hesitant step with fascination, until you settled by the window, away from the crowd.

He saw you for the first time at check-in, when your fragrance was mixed with a touch of apprehension, as you carried a suitcase in one hand and a camera in the other, walking down the corridor towards the cabins.

There was something hypnotic about the way you captured the world around you: the empty corridor, the plaster mouldings on the walls, the minimalist ornaments and, finally, the number on your door—64. Or the fact that you found interest in the simplest detail of the signature on the ship's map.

A faint smile had appeared on his lips as he watched you from a distance, like a figure lost in the shadows at the bottom of the stairs.

There was an unusual magnetism about you, a presence that seemed to belong to another era, and he felt drawn to your existence. Yet you remained motionless, your countenance serenely composed, concealing the turmoil that was agitating your spirit.

Now, seeing you come in late for dinner, occupying a solitary table, aroused in him a restlessness that bordered on despair. The desire to get up and walk over to you resounded like an inexorable call, but he held back. Chanyeol mentioned his name, and Baekhyun, momentarily pulled out of the spell that was enveloping him, once again concealed the intensity of his interest with the dexterity of an actor.

The wind blew so hard the moment you stepped out on deck that it almost ripped out the clip holding your hair in a semi-formal updo. Since you checked in mid-afternoon, you had been contemplating whether to stay in your cabin all night or attend the welcoming dinner offered by the cruise company. And now, on the verge of descending the stairs to the harbour, you were rethinking your choice.

The dinner was taking place in a small ballroom, just above the harbour where the cruise ship was docked. From the movement around you, it seemed that all the other passengers were already there when you finally grabbed hold of the metal railing of the staircase that connected the ship to the harbour. At least it didn't sway in the wind!

It's not that you're a fan of these occasions—exquisite dinners, without knowing anyone, without a clear purpose—and it wasn't with that in mind that you joined this mini holiday on the Atlantic. But the movement of the waves, which you weren't used to, made you uneasy. If the boat capsizes because of the wind, or water gets into the cabins, or the lights go out because of the afterlife, you didn't want to be the only one left on board because you were embarrassed to sit alone at dinner.

A lot had driven you to that moment, despite your tendency to be anxious at the thought of getting on a boat on the high seas without knowing how to swim.

There wasn't much to look forward to in your daily life; everything and nothing happened at the same time. You rushed to stay in the same place, in a tedious and exhausting limbo, where you didn't even know who you were anymore.

That wasn't the work perspective you had when you did your master's in photography. Your job in a photography agency was well paid, your nine and a half hours three out of five days a week of work were almost forgotten when the end of the month arrived and you managed to pay all the bills and enjoy a bit of pampering for your collection of photographic equipment. However, you soon saw your landscapes and city moments captured on camera turn into all the same photographs of individuals with their arms crossed with more or less similar promises, against a monochrome background and perfectly controlled lighting.

Your dream, tucked away in a corner of the living room and in a few drawers and cupboards, only saw the light of day on some Sundays. Just like your creativity.

After seven years at the same pace, you felt betrayed. Betrayed by yourself. You didn't have the time, despite the material you'd invested so much in; you didn't have the energy, despite the will and encouragement of those who loved you. Carrying a camera in your hands had gone from a comfort to a burden on your heart.

The passion slowly faded without you realizing it.

Until 18 months ago, when exhaustion overtook the usual tiredness, and getting home consisted of taking a quick shower, leaning against the kitchen worktop while Alejandro handled the pots and pans with your dinner, and barely remembering to eat it to wake up in bed the next day with the alarm clock ringing.

Alejandro was an attentive and caring and funny boyfriend. You met while fighting over the last almond cookies from the bakery in your street.

It started with a small, deadly hatred for each other, always with a view to getting to the stand first. It was a bit ridiculous, when you thought about it outside of moments of competitive adrenaline, but you only had to watch him round the corner on his noisy motorbike to not-so-discreetly chain his way to the bakery door.

Everything changed the day they both arrived at the bakery at the same time, exhausted from racing each other. You laughed together for the first time, your faces flushed from running, and he offered you the last almond cookie. From that moment on, something unfolded naturally. Before long, he was in your life in a solid and stable way. Competition gave way to quiet complicity, and his presence became comforting.

With him, there was a sense of solid partnership that emerged in the simplest moments: a silly joke at the end of the day, the care taken to put a blanket over you when you fell asleep on the sofa, or the way he looked at you, as if every beat of his heart was thanks to your presence.

In the last six months, however, it was only through the selfie with him that you had as your lockscreen that you saw him. Work days went by in a flash, and you only remembered to go home after the usual stress of fighting for a parking slot in front of your building. Everything else was a mixture of yawns, a heavy body and your mind thinking about what you had to do the next day.

Your end came after almost four years. He was understanding, but offered a lot of resistance. Maybe that's what you deserved... how could you love someone if you didn't even love yourself? If you weren't even fighting for what you wanted?

You were so, so close to giving up—to giving up on the life you had. But then you allowed yourself to take a risk. The final straw came the day you broke your camera lens at one of your work meetings. To help it, your car wouldn't start when it was time to leave; you had to park almost on the other side of the block when you arrived at an empty, dark home.

It was enough!

The letter of resignation appeared on your computer in minutes, as if your fingers knew better than your mind what you wanted to say.

Sending it took a little longer, you were given two hours—shower and a not very successful attempt at cooking—to send the email.

And send it you did.

A week was enough to realise that you had been impulsive. But a part of your mind wouldn't allow you to feel guilty; that's what you wanted deep down, wasn't it?

The walls of an empty flat, the work folders on your computer, the photos on your camera memory card didn't really allow you to rest.

You had no tears left to cry-not even for yourself, nor for the film playing in the background on TV, full of inspiring phrases about resilience and courage.

When the ad break came, you almost laughed at the irony: an advert for a cruise line that promised the perfect escape from a monotonous life.

"I'm spending a week on a cruise across the Atlantic. I promise I'll keep you updated, but please don't call me." is what you said to your parents and friends after booking a cabin on the company's website, extending the conversation a little further with rearrangements about the upcoming festivities.

A small cruise with only 170 people in total, in search of a little peace from the hustle and bustle of the city and something beautiful to photograph, that would touch your soul, that would make you feel connected to your dream again.

What a good synopsis for what you hoped would be a good restart to your life, rather than a stray from the end.

To begin with, however, you decided to leave the camera, your only constant companion, in the cabin.

Today, it was just you.

A crew member guarding the entrance, with a watchful eye, was waiting at the bottom of the stairs and asked:

"Are you going to dinner, miss?" You nodded. You nodded. "That car can take you there."

The black car with the company logo was parked a few metres away. You walked down the remaining steps, a sudden relief in your chest as you felt you were on solid ground, the wind no longer so strong.

"Yes, please."

He signalled, and the car lights came on before the driver got out of his seat and opened the back door for you.

The car door closed beside you with a soft click, muffling the sound of the wind whipping through the harbour. You watched the small, illuminated ballroom approach, feeling a mixture of hesitation and discomfort.

You looked around, searching for some familiar sign, but you knew you were alone.

As you entered the lounge, the soft lights and the hushed murmur of conversation created a cosy atmosphere. You looked for a discreet table, away from the centre of attention. You found one, by the window, overlooking the harbour, now shrouded in darkness were it not for the ship's outside lights. You sat there, watching the lounge. Your gaze passed over the unfamiliar faces, the elegantly decorated tables, feeling like an outsider among everyone.

As you settled in, you let your gaze wander around the room. The unfamiliar faces mingled in conversations and laughter that echoed in the background. You had met some of the crew during check-in, but you only recognised the second captain, Chanyeol, sitting at a table in the centre with a few other crew members. He was smiling in the same way as when you first saw him: a smile almost too sweet for his height and build.

You took a deep breath, looking at the table in front of you and wondering how long you would have to stand there before it was acceptable to return to the cabin. Perhaps you could order something light to eat and escape before the end...

While you were analysing your surroundings, one of the waitresses approached you.

"Can I get you something, miss?"

"Something light, please." you said in an almost inaudible tone, forcing a polite smile. You didn't have much of an appetite.

She nodded and, a few minutes later, brought you some soup and an omelette with roast vegetables. You nodded your thanks and started eating.

A woman at the next table laughed at something, and you looked up. You should have sat back to them. Or sideways, at least... Suddenly, that familiar feeling of strangeness when eating returned, and you had to put down your spoon and drink some of the cool water, opting to attack the omelette for the time being.

You ate in silence, as quickly as possible without seeming rushed. You could already feel the relief creeping in, about to escape, when the lights in the lounge subtly changed and soft music began to play. The first chords of a waltz-like melody filled the room, and you were overcome with a mixture of curiosity and delight.

A small dance floor opened up in the centre, and couples began to join in slowly, lulled by the music.

You didn't realise that this was what they meant when they said "𝐃𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐚 𝐝𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐩 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐝𝐚𝐲𝐬".

The beauty of the dance and the human warmth that radiated from the moment touched you in a way you hadn't expected. You automatically grabbed your phone to capture some images. You wished you'd brought the camera when the photo didn't quite live up to expectations.

Possibly the few hundred photos you had taken of your own volition and pleasure only existed because of Alejandro. He didn't like being "immortalised in bytes" and had already made that clear several times, but you still allowed him to sneak into one or the other. His serene smile, dark skin and black hair added an intimate and real touch to the photographs. It was a piece of your story, too.

If he was here, maybe you could 'live the moment and save it on your minds' on the dance floor too.

You didn't let the memory get to you. Or you tried to. A heavy sigh demanded to be released.

You looked around. You hadn't realised how interesting the space was: a mix of an older architectural style, probably over two hundred years old, from the windows and columns and chandeliers, with the flooring you see everywhere these days and the round, simple tables of this century.

It was a beautiful location for wedding photos. With the right decoration, some flowers, a happy couple and family and friends genuinely celebrating. Maybe you could get a few shots of the sun harbouring through those huge windows. Just the silhouette and the sky painted orange and pink...

You were back in your element, observing and freezing moments. The smile grew on your lips unintentionally, imagining the possibilities that space had to offer.

You turned to photograph the chandelier when someone approached your table. A man with a gentle smile on his lips stopped next to you. You didn't recognise him immediately, but there was something about the way he looked at you, with a quiet curiosity, that disarmed you.

You pressed your phone against the chest.

"May I have the honour of this dance?" he asked, his voice low and calm, but full of a kind of magnetism.

He was tall, with brown hair and a deep, sweet gaze to match his smile, which became a little smaller as his cheeks rose. The dark blue tone of the knitted sweater suited his features so well, as did the gold pendant he wore around his neck.

The women at the next table watched him with intent, a hint of envy in their wrinkled noses or in the nerve of their eyebrows. He, however, didn't seem to notice.

Surprised, you looked at him. Why you?

There was a calmness about him that drew you in, as if he were in no hurry, as if he had all the time in the world to wait for you.

You hunched your shoulders, as if that could hide you.

"I... I'm not very good at dancing any more…" you said with a small, nervous smile.

He tilted his head slightly, his eyes shining with lightness.

"I promise I won't trip you up.”

And 'no' was no longer an answer to that inviting slender hand.

"Well, then..." the cellphone was left on the table when you placed your hand in his, a little hesitant. But he remained still, holding your hand with a gentleness that gave you confidence.

When you reached the dance floor, the lights seemed to soften even more and the music enveloped you in a slow and enchanting rhythm. You smiled nervously when your free hand rested on his broad shoulder, the other subtly rolling into his until they fit together.

A soft touch of a waltz enveloped you. The first steps were tentative, but he guided you confidently, and as the dance progressed, you began to lose yourself in the moment. Your movements became fluid.

The room glowed with twinkling lights, and the warmth of the crowd became a distant backdrop.

It wasn't difficult. You had danced before, yes. Several times, with more or less public, when the simplicity of teenage life gave you time to experiment and dedicate some time a week to activities that were a rewarding indulgence.

The firm touch of his hand that held yours high, the light pressure of his fingers on your back brought back that feeling of going back in time. And suddenly it seemed like everything had a solution.

His face in profile, as he measured the spacing between the other dancers before making you move forward, showed serenity and fun. If he only knew what he was doing for you…

He felt your gaze on him.

"My name is Baekhyun, by the way." he said, turning to you, eyes fixed on yours.

Baekhyun.

You smiled at him and said your name.

He repeats it with a smile that you used to only see through the camera when you went out to take photos in the park. As if it were a name with immense meaning, beautiful, and because it is yours.

For a moment, everything seemed perfect.

In a sudden change of pace, in your distraction, you tripped over your own feet. A brief moment of imbalance, and before you can correct yourself, you feel yourself losing your stability, the ground slipping away from you.

That was living in the dream, wasn't it? Waking up to reality in the best part... Have you prepared yourself for the pain of falling, or waking up still at the table trying to figure out how to use a spoon without feeling embarrassed.

But instead of the impact, you felt Baekhyun reacting instantly, pulling you closer.

“Sorry." you murmured, pressed against his chest, grabbing the shoulder of his sweater when the world stopped being on pause.

A moment of silence fell over the two of you before it turned into an explosion of laughter. He laughed, and the sound of his laughter was contagious. The environment around you seemed to light up even more, and you couldn't help but smile as you felt the lightness of the situation.

“Thanks." you whispered. Baekhyun just smiled, his eyes shining with a mix of amusement and relief.

“I was the one who promised not to let you trip… I’m sorry.” he said.

“I was distracted.” you explained.

“Me too.”

The sequence returned to the beginning, the steps almost already memorized.

The melody calms down, and as the song approaches the end, you feel a slight sadness, a reluctance for the moment to end. Baekhyun pulled you a little closer, and the intensity of his gaze made you feel as if time could become infinite.

When the music finally stopped, they both walked away a little, breathing heavily and their hearts still beating quickly. He removed his hand from your back immediately, but the one holding yours remained.

"Thanks for the dance, Baekhyun.”

He smiled again, a smile that seemed to know more than it let on.

"The pleasure is mine."

As you moved away from the center, you heard Captain Chanyeol's voice approaching, along with another man. Baekhyun's hand suddenly squeezed yours.

“Good evening, miss.” he said to you, smiling. Dimples appeared on his face. “Captain, the president of the music group who will be on board.”

Your eyes widened, feeling your heart speed up.

Captain? Was Baekhyun the captain?

You felt heat rise to your face, a mixture of surprise and embarrassment. He had introduced himself in such a simple way, without any mention of his position, that you also took the liberty of treating him without apparatus.

He greeted the man, releasing your hand.

"Captain...?" you murmured, more to yourself than to him, but his gaze fell on you as soon as he let go of the man's hand.

Baekhyun allowed himself to smile, a light but controlled expression. He hadn't introduced himself properly so as not to cause you more hesitation, or shyness, and because it really wasn't important at the moment.

"Yes." he said. "But I prefer Baekhyun. Captain only during duty hours.” He winked before giving a curt nod. “And it seems that the service calls. I hope to see you soon for a second dance, though.”

Without thinking, you just nodded yes.

And with that, he smiled and followed the other two men to the back of the room, his expression slightly more serious. What would it be like to see him in uniform?

Stop, silly!

He didn't want to leave you so soon. He had fun dancing like he hadn't had fun in months. Dancing had that effect on him, especially waltzes.

Waltzes were a tradition that the company maintained to preserve the classic charm of the experience, something that looked good in slogans and advertisements, but in reality, few passengers knew how to dance like they used to. They were now just a warm-up for the following songs, later in the night, of modern beats, which pulsed in an irregular, almost disconcerting way, with chaotic and intense rhythms that seemed to tune out the rhythm of his immortal—but eternally of good taste—heart.

By that moment, he would have retreated further into a corner, trying to ignore the modern cacophony.

The conversation with the director didn't take long. Some basic questions about the presence of the musical group on board, very brief technical details and a more personal presentation about each of the artists.

Baekhyun tried to look interested, but he already knew everything he needed to about them. The rest, the logistics and security personnel took care of. Age was beginning to weigh on him as he had to deal with things he didn't need to.

Chanyeol, however, seemed to be enchanted by one of the artists. The questions came and went, more flirtatious than actually work related—in 1500 years of friendship, he had never heard Chanyeol take as much interest in the strings of a bandolin as he does now.

The imposing melody of Blue Danube woke him from his reverie. A classic that never goes out of style, even though it's not the same to listen to the recording and live. He looked back at the dance floor, looking for you.

He didn't see you anywhere. He stretched his neck, looking for you in the corners. You seemed to have a preference for them…

Contrary to your observation, you danced well, loose and fluid, responding perfectly to his movements. Your hand rested on his shoulder, light but firm, while your arm rested gently on his. You twirled with grace, following him around the track without losing your balance, and he felt every accelerated pulse of your heart against his chest. It was delicious torture.

Every dance movement, every light touch you exchanged, was an internal battle to not give in to the desire to have you closer. And even with all his experience, your presence destabilized him in a way he hadn't anticipated.

He wanted more. And he promised you that.

He felt an elbow on his ribs, and he looked to his left, Chanyeol looking at him with a knowing smile.

“Go there and ask the lonely maiden to dance.” teased Chanyeol, with a playful smile on his lips. “She's waiting for you near the bar. But if you take too long, I might invite her myself…” The sparkle in his eyes was unmistakable, always ready to instigate, test Baekhyun's limits, as only Chanyeol knew how to do.

Baekhyun gave him a warning look before slowly turning around. The thought of seeing Chanyeol spinning you around the track made him act faster than he would like to admit.

It had always been like this between the two: teasing, sarcasm, but a deep complicity that transcended any words. Chanyeol was the only person with whom Baekhyun could be himself, the only one who knew every dark detail of his existence. They shared a long history, marked by moments of mutual salvation. Chanyeol had been there on countless occasions when Baekhyun had almost succumbed to his wilder, more destructive side. Without him, Baekhyun feared that his decline would have already led to irreversible disasters.

He also knew that his friend was always attentive, especially at times like this—in a place full of people. Chanyeol made a point of keeping him grounded, especially now, when the presence of someone as… tempting as you was around.

Maybe that was the real reason behind Chanyeol's joke—to distract him, to help him maintain control over his mind. He was Baekhyun's balance, the firm rope that kept him from falling into the abyss of his own nature.

But him dancing with you? Hell no!

That would be a disaster for his heart. Chanyeol had a charm that was very difficult to resist.

“Relax.” Chanyeol added, patting him friendly on the shoulder. The two ladies in the artist group laughed. “You don't need to bite. Come on, do your part. Promised is due, and I am more one to bite than to twirl.”

Baekhyun laughed at the pun.

“You lack chivalry.” he said.

“It wasn't necessary. They were happy enough when I sat serenading them.”

Baekhyun didn't look back this time.

His eyes searched for you, and there you were, near the bar with a glass of something orange. He hesitated for a moment, watching you from a distance. There was a quiet beauty about you, a serenity that contrasted with the brightness of the party. Maybe that was what attracted him—that aura of someone who seemed to be in a world apart, immersed in something that others couldn't see.

The slow steps guided him to you. A part of Baekhyun couldn't help it: your blood called to him. He knew it smelled delicious, sweet and filled with deep emotions.

It wasn't just the physicality that attracted him—you were breathtaking, really!—but the complexity of what you felt, which made every beat of your heart an irresistible invitation. And despite the sweetness, he knew there was something bitter mixed in. Emotions like sadness, anguish, or perhaps loneliness, filtered into the blood, making it richer, more seductive.

Containing his predatory impulses, Baekhyun stopped a few steps away from you and, with a controlled smile, asked you to dance again.

“I think I owe you a dance, miss.”

Your eyes lit up with a brief hesitation just like the first time, but you accepted. When your fingers touched his hand, he felt the familiar wave of desire rise through his body, but he quickly pushed it away.

He needed to keep himself grounded.

The eyes fell on you again. He couldn't be less bothered, but you seemed to be embarrassed by the sudden attention.

“Does it bother you about the envy on their faces or the attention you attract because you are so beautiful?” he asked, eyes on yours.

The blush that passed through you through the stages did not escape his attentive gaze. He tried not to laugh, but he couldn't contain it. He moved his hand to your ribs, his fingertips now brushing the bone of your spine.

Your lack of reaction made him realize that perhaps he had gone too far. He didn't want to push you away or make you shy. He wanted to see you laugh again.

It was like your every laugh still echoed in him, awakening a primal desire to protect you and a pride that tingled in his fangs. Baekhyun forced himself to contain the impulse. He fought against thirst, against the hunger that had been growing in the last few days.

“Sorry." He murmured, with a hoarse voice and his gaze fixed on yours.

“It’s fine.” you replied, smiling. “I’m not used to so much attention, that’s all.”

He tilted his head, his smile softening his features. “Then let’s pretend no one else is here.”

For a brief moment, it seemed as if the world had truly disappeared around you.

The urge to pull you closer, to feel your warm skin beneath his lips, was almost uncontrollable. The thought of whispering your name before erasing any memory of what was about to happen tempted him terribly.

You were smiling. An infectious smile that Baekhyun couldn't help but imitate. The sound of your racing heart filled his ears, each beat more tempting than the last. It was like a mesmerizing melody, calling him closer to danger.

So tempting… but he couldn't!

The desire to get closer, to feel the heat of your skin, to taste the sweetness that emanated from you was almost unbearable. He bit his lower lip, trying to push away the images that invaded his mind.

But it took a moment. A fleeting distraction, small, but enough to break the spell that kept him contained. Suddenly, his head turned towards the bar, his heightened senses picking up something you hadn't yet noticed. A smell. An aroma that tore through his control with the ferocity of a hungry beast.

The barista, with a pained expression, threw a lemon cut in two into the trash while examining his bloody finger. The smell of blood invaded the room, subtle for anyone else, but for Baekhyun it was like a spark that ignites gunpowder.

In an instant, his heart sped up. The world around him seemed to lose focus, and his instincts took over. The scent of blood was like a drum echoing in his ears, his vision becoming blurred, and his gaze fixed on the bar. He twirled with you, but the movements were no longer smooth; his touch, once light and safe, became erratic, tense.

A familiar tremor began to be heard within him, a deep sound that vibrated through his chest, as if he were the one doing it. Then it began to climb up his throat, his mind becoming confused with how high pitched the scream promised to be, tearing through his dry, painful string.

His arm's grip on your waist loosened, and you, without the firm support of seconds before, stumbled slightly, almost falling backwards.

“Baekhyun!?” Yours echoed through the space, hitting the walls, the tables, the chairs, the chandelier, but it was still distant for him. But he couldn't ignore your soft groan of pain when you grabbed his shoulder tightly.

Quicker than awareness returning to him, Baekhyun slid his hand to your back, pulling you towards him in one swift movement. He held his breath, wide eyes still searching the ground as shock coursed through his body. He could still smell that blood—not the best, certainly, but enough to stop his hunger.

The touch of your skin, the closeness of your face, and your eyes—so alive with adrenaline, so bright under the hall light; in suffering—met his with an unexpected intensity.

You were the 𝙥𝙧𝙚𝙮; and you were 𝙝𝙪𝙧𝙩.

The predatory instinct vanished, giving way to the pity that twisted his empty stomach.

“Hey!” He asked in the next instant, his gaze fixed on yours as you leaned on him and touched your heel. His throat burned with each word. “You got hurt…”

He watched you contort your face before smiling slightly.

“It's nothing.”

Baekhyun couldn't accept the realization. He swallowed a lot of saliva, trying to hide his fangs in his closed mouth.

No, I couldn't leave you there, injured, because of him.

“Let me help you get out of here.”

Chanyeol found you both on your way to the nearest table, his eyes worried, but Baekhyun didn't seem to notice, kneeling at your feet as he made sure of the extent of the damage caused by his own distraction.

“What happened?” he asked. “Are you okay, miss?”

Baekhyun followed the movement of your head, nodding, a slight smile on your lips. He would even believe it if he couldn't feel your heart skipping a beat every time he moved your ankle to the left.

“It was just a misstep-”

“I didn’t hold her properly.” Baekhyun said immediately, looking at Chanyeol finally.

Their eyes met, and no words were needed for them to understand each other. The smell of blood remained in the air, now mixed with a smell of alcohol and saline, but the effect was still there.

Chanyeol got a little closer, but Baekhyun felt the threat. He moved to the side, still on his knees, blocking Chanyeol with his own back.

You got hurt because of him. He was the one to take care of you, not Chanyeol.

“It’s not like I-” you start to speak, but he spoke up again.

“You did nothing wrong. You're a good dancer.” his voice was firm, holding your feet as if it was made of glass.

You swallowed hard, little tempted to counter. It was the truth, anyway.

Chanyeol took a step closer, putting a hand on Baekhyun’s shoulder. He looked up, raising an eyebrow.

“I'll get you some ice, okay?” he says, still smiling. But the squeeze on Baekhyun's shoulder just made it clear that he knew what was going on.

The pain on Baekhyun's throat wasn't there anymore. All that remained now was the constant tremor of a low, deep roar on his chest, just above the diaphragm; and the need to do something for you.

He nodded, and as Chanyeol disapeared to the other side of the room towards the bar, he looked up at you again. You looked so beautiful under all those imitations of crystal chandeliers. Pink cheeks, the strands of hair that had already been loosened by the wind even more loose from the dance movements.

How could he be distracted, when you were right in front of him? He spent the whole night admiring you. And was your blood worth so little like the one from the bartender?

He was getting mad...

Along with the realization, the damn cacaphony began. Colourful lights illuminated the room as a man on a mix table began to speak before putting on his headphones. It seemed to awaken everyone from table conversations, and some passengers even ran to the dance floor.

He sighed discreetly—he would have a huge headache due to those spotlights; then, he noticed the light scent of discomfort coming from you.

He glanced up again, catching the discomfort in your expression. You sighed, not from the regret of missing the dance floor—though he couldn’t quite imagine you there, either—but from a different kind of unease. He couldn’t help but smile, a quiet understanding passing between you.

“Not a fan of this kind of music?” he asked, the faint amusement in his tone not lost on you.

You tilted your head thoughtfully.

“It’s not that I dislike it… it’s just too much noise, too many lights. Not my thing.”

He nodded.

“Would you like to go back to the cruise? I can accompany you.”

“Oh! There’s no need!” you replied, but your voice faltered slightly, betraying you. Then, a small smile crept onto your face. “Though… maybe it wouldn’t hurt to escape this…” you said, gesturing to the vibrant chaos of the ballroom. He chuckled.

“Noise pollution?” he teased, his smile growing as you shrugged.

“You said it.” you replied, smiling shyly.

Gently, he helped you with your shoe, slipping it back onto your foot before standing and offering his hand. As he led you through the exit, he made sure to keep Chanyeol out of sight. Baekhyun didn’t want anyone pushing you away from him—not now.

The chill of the night air hit you as soon as you stepped outside, and you shivered under the brisk wind.

He looked around, looking for the car that was assigned to transport him. Two pairs of bright lights lit up, and quickly a black car stopped in front of you.

A car took you to the harbour, stopping at the ship’s stairs. As you moved to step out, Baekhyun reached into the front seat and pulled out a crisp white coat and gently draped it over your shoulders. The fabric was heavier than you expected, and as you looked down, the insignias and name tag caught your eye—this wasn’t just any coat. It was his Captain's jacket.

He held back his smile when he saw you blush. You felt the warmth of his hands linger as he guided you inside, steadying you with a quiet presence that spoke louder than words. His hand settled respectfully on your back, but you could feel the subtle strength in his touch as he supported most of your weight up the stairs. Each step unhurried.

Reaching your cabin door, you fumbled with the card, eventually leaning against the frame. Baekhyun let you go.

"Thank you." you said softly, your voice barely above a whisper. Your gaze drifted over to him, meeting his eyes. For a second, they glimmered with something he wasn't able to hide—a guarded warmth, an unspoken need.

He smiled, a gentle shrug lifting his shoulders. Words danced on his lips, wanting to spill out—a proposal, The proposal—but he held it back. He didn't want to scare you. Instead, he simply nodded.

"Anything you need, just let me know.”

You nodded.

You nodded, and he couldn't help himself but question if you could feel the quiet weight of his words.

"Okay. Thanks, really!" you replied, suddently distracted by the soft vibration of your phone.

Glancing at the screen, you caught a glimpse of a name with a heart beside it. Baekhyun’s gaze flickered to your phone too, just for a split second. You didn’t answer the message right away, though.

“Well… see you tomorrow!" you managed, forcing casualness. Baekhyun nodded, his lips curving in a faint smile, though his eyes were far away.

The door closed softly, and you were gone.

But Baekhyun stood there for a moment longer, staring at the empty space where you had been, the air still thick with your scent, your warmth. His thoughts spun, entangled with questions he couldn’t answer. Who were you? How had you managed to slip so effortlessly into his world, so precious yet so heartbreakingly alone?

He wanted to know you.

As the silence settled, a sharp, electric pang flared in his fangs, the ache tearing through his dry throat like fire.

He clenched his fists, feeling the sharp bite of his own control fraying at the edges. He knew he should leave, put as much distance between you and his growing hunger as possible. But you were close—so close he could still feel the warmth of your skin, still smell the lingering trace of your perfume. The temptation was maddening.

The shaking resumed, sounding like a small growling beast.

Inhaling deeply, he turned on his heel, willing himself to walk away before he lost control entirely.

Just as he was about to walk away, you opened the door again, your voice breaking the stillness.

“Baekhyun, your jacket!" you called, holding it in your hand.

He turned, his gaze meeting yours. Your hair had fallen loose, framing your face, and he could see the slight rise and fall of your chest, hear the quickened beat of your heart from rushing to catch him. The air thickened between you both—there was no turning back now.

His eyes softened, then darkened, as if caught in some ancient longing he didn’t quite understand. He moved forward, stopping just shy of touching you, his eyes locked on yours, his voice dropping to a murmur that wrapped around you like a whisper of velvet.

“Look at you… my sweet, sweet thing. The most precious I've seen in years, and you're alone." His voice softened, filled with a hint of reverence and an ache he couldn’t name. "How could anyone… not see you?��

Something in his words gripped you, pulling you toward him. Your heart raced faster, a warmth spreading in your chest as his eyes held you captive. The jacket slipped from your fingers, forgotten, as you reached out, your hand finding the edge of his knit sweater. You held onto it, steadying yourself, letting the warmth of him seep through the fabric. His thirst flared, sharp and relentless, yet a strange calm held him in place. For the first time in what felt like eternity, he felt… patient.

You leaned against him yourself, your breath a bit too fast, your heart beating at the same rhythm. You touched him first, his jacket falling on the floor as you grabbed his knit sweater. He felt thirsty, but something was different. He was in no rush.

Standing on tiptoe, your injured foot hanging slightly, you leaned in, lips brushing his cheek.

"You can do it" you whispered, a mix of trust and challenge in your voice.

His eyes widened, flickering with surprise before his expression darkened, shifting into something deeper, more primal.

He hesitated. The beast protested.

"That's the moment you say my nameeeee~" you hummed, and he inhaled exasperatedly.

He cradled your neck gently, as if afraid to break you, tilting your head just so. His lips brushed your skin, sending a shiver down your spine. And with one last, shuddering breath, he whispered your name as he surrendered to his hunger.

The first taste of you was pure ecstasy—a bittersweet blend that brought him to life, flooding his senses with warmth and fire.

Your essence, rich and alive, filled him with a rush of emotions he hadn’t felt in decades. He felt the years of hidden sorrow and hope, the fragile resilience woven into every drop. Your hands gripped his arms, a quiet and ecstasy gasp leaving your lips, and he drew you closer, held you tighter, as if afraid you might vanish.

He couldn't stop.

But then, something in your touch changed—a weak tug, a small gasp that sounded almost like fear. He barely registered it, lost in the intoxicating pull of you, until–

You sagged against him, all strength leaving your body.

Reality slammed into him, jolting him from his trance. He pulled back, eyes wide, his arms wrapped around your waist to keep you from collapsing.

Your skin was pale, your breathing shallow, your pulse… barely there. Horror twisted inside him as he looked at you, truly looked at you, lying limp in his arms.

The shaking in his chest stopped.

He found himself lost, savoring the taste of your blood still in his mouth.

What had he done?

He laid you gently on the bed, panic clawing at him as he stumbled back to shut the door. He returned to you, hands trembling, searching desperately for any sign of life, any flicker of warmth. But there was nothing. Only a cold, unnerving silence.

"No…" he whispered, voice breaking. This couldn’t be happening. He hadn’t meant to go this far. “No, no, no, no!”

Desperation took over, and he bit into his wrist, feeling the sharp sting as he tore the skin. Blood pooled, rich and dark, and he held it over your lips, letting three heavy drops fall, each one a plea, a promise. The thick red drops slid past your parted lips, disappearing into the silence.

He knelt beside you, breath held, his own heart pounding as he waited. The seconds stretched, each one heavier than the last. He could hear his own ragged breathing, his mind swirling with regret, dread, and a glimmer of impossible hope.

What if you never woke up? What if he had ruined everything in a single moment of weakness? He leaned over you, fingers brushing your cheek as he searched for any sign—any flicker of response.

The morning sky stretched wide and endless, a muted blue broken only by soft clouds trailing across the horizon. Baekhyun and Chanyeol stood silently at the helm, watching the port dissolve behind them as the ship drifted toward open waters. They had left the shore far enough behind that the sounds of the world had dulled to a whisper, and only the calls of the seagulls lingered, fading with every passing minute.

Down below, passengers waved handkerchiefs and hands, faces alight with excitement for the journey ahead. But Baekhyun’s gaze didn’t stray to the crowd. He was drawn to you, standing alone at the railing, a vision of life and light, your camera raised to capture the farewell. Your face was bright, the morning sun painting you in hues of gold, and you spoke softly into the lens, your voice and smile warm as you preserved the moment in time.

You were radiant, steady, and full of life—a version of you more at peace than he had ever seen.

Yet, as Baekhyun watched, he felt a weight sink into his chest. There was a part of you that now belonged to him, a quiet connection, an unbreakable thread woven between your souls.

His mark on you was invisible, but unmistakable—your skin gleamed with new vitality, your movements fluid with confidence, and there was an unmistakable calm within you.

But Baekhyun felt none of that peace. He could feel his own pulse, strained and uneasy, every muscle tense as he took in the sight of you—his heart was beating because of want he’s done to you. In giving you a part of himself, he had altered something pure and untouched within you, a gift he neither intended to give nor was proud of.

Watching you now, he knew he couldn’t undo it. You would carry that fragment of him forever, and the thought was as exhilarating as it was crushing.

Beside him, Chanyeol finally broke the silence.

He’d seen Baekhyun like this before, months ago, when the weight of his choices seemed too great for even him to bear. But the look in Baekhyun’s eyes was different now, a raw and silent longing tempered by something close to grief.

Chanyeol placed a hand on the railing, his voice soft yet steady.

“You might not like hearing this, Baekhyun… but you’re old.” he murmured, glancing at Baekhyun before looking back toward you. “And what you did…” he hesitated, his tone growing solemn “…she might get just as mad as you.”

Baekhyun’s eyes finally left you, meeting Chanyeol’s gaze with a mixture of exhaustion and determination. There was no room for denial now, no deflection or escape. The centuries he’d spent, the weight of his years, had worn on him, carved grooves into his soul that he could no longer ignore. A lifetime of restraint, of hiding his true self, had left him alone, forever a stranger on the edge of others’ lives. But now, with you, he’d crossed that line. And he couldn’t take it back.

“I’ll take care of her.” he said, his voice barely above a whisper, though resolute.

Chanyeol studied him for a long moment, a quiet understanding in his eyes.

“I hope..” he replied slowly, his words a gentle warning “...that you can take care of yourself first.”

The ship’s horn sounded, a deep, resonant call that rippled across the water, as if echoing the weight of Baekhyun’s unspoken fears.

Yet in that moment, the distance between him and the shore, between you and him, felt wider than the sea itself. He wondered if he could bear it, if he could truly hold himself together when everything he wanted was just out of reach, sailing further from him with each passing second.

As he looked back toward you, a soft breeze lifted your hair, carrying it gently over your shoulders. You lowered the camera and turned looking up to the control room, catching his gaze, your expression soft, searching, as if you too felt the silent tension between you—even though you didn't know why.

The corners of your lips lifted in a quiet smile, one filled with questions, trust, and a quiet, unspoken understanding.

Baekhyun’s heart twisted as he nodded, forcing a faint smile in return. There were so many things he wanted to say, words that sat heavy on his tongue, words of apology, of desire, of regret. But he knew they would only complicate things, only deepen the fragile bond between you.

Instead, he turned back to the helm, gripping the wheel as though it were the only thing anchoring him to the present.

He knew he would take care of you. But he also knew that in doing so, he might be forever lost.

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#baekhyun #byun baekhyun #baekhyun fanfic #baekhyun x reader #exo fanfic #baekhyun fic #baekhyun imagine #baekhyun imagines #tw blood #mia's meows

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A lot of the fics I had saved have been deleted hence the short list (many of my favorites were among the fallen💔) but these are the surviving ones. Please recommend some fics , I’m always on the lookout for new ones.

⚠️WARNING⚠️quite a bit of these (most, if not all actually) are not safe for work content. Some are very sexually graphic. Symbols will be used to distinguish them.

main masterlist

MINORS DNI —> ALL OF THE CONTENT INCLUDED HERE IS +18 ONLY

PS : for series, I am linking my favorite part/chapter (please let me know if it would be better to link the first part or the master list if it’s available)

❤️‍🔥 - nsfw 🖤- dark ❤️‍🩹 - angst 💕- sfw 🏆- favorite

BTS

jungkook | The Six Stages Of A Breakup | series | by @jksarchives - ❤️‍🩹

jungkook | No Nut November | one shot | by @2hightocare - ❤️‍🔥

jungkook | We Can’t Be Friends | one shot | @joonberriess - ❤️‍🩹 ❤️‍🔥(it stings fr)

jungkook | Acquaintances | one shot | by @2hightocare - ❤️‍🔥

jungkook | Stay | one shot | by @jungkxook - ❤️‍🔥

jungkook | Quiet Rides | one shot | by @inkedtae - ❤️‍🔥

jungkook | Halloween Treat | one shot | by @adonis-koo - ❤️‍🔥

jungkook | Naughty Pictures | one shot | by @sparklingchim - ❤️‍🔥

jungkook | Gaming and Cockwarming | one shot | by @smilesjeon - ❤️‍🔥

jungkook | Boy with Luv | one shot | by @hannieehaee - ❤️‍🔥

taehyung | Heatwave | one shot | by @curly-bangtan - ❤️‍🔥

taehyung | Bound By Blood | one shot | by @ctrlhope - ❤️‍🔥

taehyung | Norway | one shot | by @edytae - ❤️‍🔥

namjoon | Booty Call | one shot | by @jeonnhera - ❤️‍🩹❤️‍🔥

yoongi | Disco Overload | one shot | by @caught-in-a-seesaw-stigma - ❤️‍🔥

yoongi | Unexpected | series | by @noona-la-la-la - ❤️‍🔥 (🏆)

SEVENTEEN

mingyu | Challenge Me | series | by @seokgyuu - ❤️‍🔥

mingyu | The Perils of Apartment Living | one shot | by @dontflailmenow - ❤️‍🔥

wonwoo | endpoint | one shot | by @highvern -❤️‍🔥❤️‍🩹

wonwoo | marry a rich man | one shot | by @thedensworld - ❤️‍🔥

NCT 127

jaehyun | Trick or Treat | one shot | by @yunopouts - ❤️‍🔥

jaehyun | WET THE BED | one shot | by @jamjaemin - ❤️‍🔥

jaehyun | no title | one shot | by @freakynct - ❤️‍🔥

jaehyun | Team Captain | one shot | by @smileysuh - ❤️‍🔥

jaehyun | I’m Not The Only One | two-part series | by @theje0ngs - ❤️‍🩹(🏆, it stings though)

jaehyun | Paubaya | one shot | by @theje0ngs - ❤️‍🩹

jaehyun | Heartaches | one shot | by @smileysuh - ❤️‍🩹❤️‍🔥

jaehyun | Rose Bud | one shot | by @hazyhae - ❤️‍🔥❤️‍🩹

johnny | Not Another Song About Love | series | by @ms-indifferwnt - ❤️‍🩹

multiple | Quarantine Chronicles | series | by @domjaehyun - ❤️‍🔥 (🏆, literal icon with 28k words)

GOT 7

multiple | Open Season | two-part | by @smileysuh - ❤️‍🔥

multiple | Rosemary & Thyme | one shot | by @softforimjaebum - ❤️‍🔥

EXO

baekhyun | Paraphilia | series | by @byuntrash101 - ❤️‍🔥

baekhyun | Edging | one shot | by @biaswreckingfics - ❤️‍🔥

jongin | Daddy | one shot | by @xofanfics - ❤️‍🔥

BIG BANG

seunghyun | Messes We Made | series | by @noonachronicles - ❤️‍🩹❤️‍🔥

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soobadnoonecanstopher · 1 year ago

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Can I Stay? (A Baekhyun Story) Part 16.

Pairing: You x Baekhyun

Rating: M

Word Count: 7.2k

Warnings: whoops plot. I didn't really proofread this — sorry. Also sorry it is taking so long for the chapters to come out. I hope you still love me.

A romance between two adults with an unspecified age difference between them, an English story that uses the word Noona for lack of another word in English that carries the same feeling, if you don’t like this, then don’t read this story.

Links: Part 1, ….. Part 15, Part 16, Part 17

Tag List: @andimoon @his-mochi-cheeks

Maybe it was the expensive clothes you were wearing. Maybe it was the understated, quiet luxury of the handbag you walked through that office door carrying. Could it be the shoes? Surely the casual observer couldn’t have noticed the bright red soles of the brand new Louboutins on your feet as you walked.

Perhaps there was some extra oxygen filling up your chest somehow making you carry yourself with an added bit of confidence; making you feel as if you could float away with even the slightest breeze.

You felt as if you were a completely different person. You felt as if the others could tell. It couldn’t just all be happening inside of your head either because you caught evidence of some reactions to you; little things. Tiny double takes as you walked by. Slight widening of eyes when you entered your meetings; slight twinges in the expressions of their faces; barely detectable save for how very aware of yourself and of all of them you felt inside of your skin right now.

So much was new. So much felt different.

You were, in very new and very real ways, very suddenly and unequivocally … somebody’s.

And that somebody he was — he was yours too.

It had a taste to it — it was rich and sweet and secretive and quick. A fresh baked cookie swiped when Mom’s back was turned. Hasty kisses stolen behind heavy wooden doors and brushes of warm fingertips over the back of a hand as you walked by. The whispered lean of a warm shoulder against your own as you both stood in an elevator; surrounded by people; acutely aware of the rhythm of only eachother’s breathing.

A smell like very early morning just before dawn on Christmas Day; the smell of pine and cinnamon and the crisp chill of snow outside, like hiding at the top of the stairs to catch a forbidden glimpse of Santa Claus.

Warm brown eyes from across a hectic room touched into yours again and again. You knew you were staring. You had very little control over it though. This was so very unlike you. Baekhyun was as busy as you had been. The project was wrapping today and loose ends had to be tied up. Final documents had to be submitted to clients. Plus he had been training his replacement on all of his tasks and duties. Tomorrow would be the wrap party. You could hardly wait to unclench. You’d have some drinks with your team and you’d even get to dance. Maybe you could get away with a dance or two with your soon to be ex-assistant without drawing too many curious gazes.

You could dance together one or twice, couldn’t you? You could stand to be held in his arms and swung around the dance floor without leaning in too close or gazing too deeply into his deep brown eyes as you did it, right?

You did your absolute best to look at something else; at anything else.

Those deep brown eyes had found yours once again. Again and again, he found you. Maybe it wasn’t only you who had been staring at him as he showed Assistant Cha the ropes; as he leaned in and spoke very closely with her; as he told her things that made her head roll back and big belly laughs erupted from her bosom that shook like jelly when she laughed dramatically with her whole body.

She reached a hand out and her fingertips touched lightly along his forearm; making contact for a fraction of a second — no more time than the width of a strand of hair. Not enough time of actual contact to warrant any sort of comment about it at all. It was not even any real touch on his skin even; she got his shirt sleeve. This was nothing. This certainly wasn’t anything that warranted such a ridiculously detailed description inside the ever-present internal monologue that played through your head when you thought about this man. It could hardly even be called a touch, really.

Still…she touched his arm. She laughed and giggled and smiled a sickeningly sweet smile at him and you knew, you knew what it felt like to look at him and talk to him and feel that attraction and desire and lust and want. You knew of the kinds of irrational and impossible fantasies that would fly through her head at the very thought of just one of her desperate touches being returned by him.

You could not blame her. He was beautiful.

He moved his arm down and away; probably purposefully. He was reaching for something and just before he spoke, just before his movement nagged at her focus and pulled her dreamy eyes away from his pretty face and down onto what he had to show her, just before his focus dropped to the papers or notebooks or tablet or whatever the hell it was that he held inside his hand, you had them once more; those deep brown eyes that looked into yours from across this space; those brown eyes of his that found yours again and again no matter where you were and no matter where he was — it was like a magnet. He looked at you and you looked at him and the sound and the commotion and the ever present din inside of this busy workspace fell weirdly silent to your own ears.

You had to stop this.

You pulled your focus away from the two of them and you looked around the room at your team. It took so much effort to do.

With the exception of one person, the entire team was immersed in their own tasks. There was a bittersweet vibe in the air and each and every one of these people, to the very end, was giving it their all.

As your eyes made their way around to each desk, glimpsing lightly over its occupant, you reached a person who’s presence had been so familiar to you that you only half jumped to find her looking right at you.

Sandi, a senior member of your translating team and the person who occupied the seat closest to your office door, the person who had worked with you for probably the longest out of all of the group, who you had shared many long nights with over the course of your career, Sandi was watching you with a quiet amusement on her face.

You met her eyes with as much strength and fortitude as you could manage but you admittedly felt a bit taken aback to have had her attention during this time; this time when you foolishly had assumed no one could possibly be paying any attention to you.

You weren’t sure what you were expecting. Perhaps a small smile in your direction and maybe she would resume her work. Or maybe she was watching you because she had a question for you. You strengthened the eye contact with Sandi and lifted your eyebrows in question. Doing your absolute best to keep any guilty expressions from manifesting in your eyes.

You definitely hadn’t expected the next words that came out of her mouth.

“You should stop watching them. She doesn’t hold a candle—“ she began out loud but just as suddenly as she spoke, her words halted abruptly as she closed up her mouth with a start, shaking her head in quick shallow passes. The small self-satisfied smile that had been coloring her lips before she opened her mouth had now slipped away and her eyes widened as she turned her head away from you; averting her eyes. She lifted a hand to cover over her mouth, clearly surprised that she would say such a thing out loud.

Sandi may have been surprised by herself, but you felt blindsided. You felt your mouth go dry and a spindly tingling slowly crept up the back of your neck.

She knew.

Sandi knew.

You felt sick.

The panic that surged through you was swift and complete and it took your breath and what was left of your rational mind.

Without your mind working, all you could manage was to stare down at the girl in silence until you exhaled a purposefully slow breath through your mouth. She had both of her hands over her parted lips and she was reeling. You felt similarly but thankfully years of working through impossible and stressful situations where your facial expression mattered, kept the reeling happening inside of you where it should stay.

“Oh my god, I am so sorry, Miss Manager. I didn’t mean—”

“Sandi — come see me in my office, please.”

Sandi knew you better than most. You’d worked closely beside her for so many years, if anyone would have noticed the obvious change in you since you’d met Baekhyun it would be Sandi. It made the most sense that she would have noticed something was going on. But still, you felt blindsided by this revelation. It wasn’t that you didn't trust the woman, you did. If anyone in this office was going to know such a damning secret about you, it might as well be Sandi.

You felt guilty. You felt very much in the wrong. You’d always strived to set such a good example to your team members and here you’d been caught red-handed, having done such a thing with your direct subordinate of all people, with your assistant! Yes, yes you had already processed his transfer, met with his new team lead, you were doing your absolute best to remove Baekhyun from any and every position beside you, beneath you, any connection to you as quickly as you possibly could. But the fact remained, you were in direct violation of company policy. You should have come clean to HR the second you’d realized just how inappropriate the professional relationship with Baekhyun had turned to have him transferred out that very day.

But you had been weak.

You had delayed it; torn by the very thought of losing him from your side and now…now someone knew. What if she had the wrong idea? What if she thought you used your influence over him to coerce him into the relationship? What if she thought it was one sided, or what if she used this new-found information to hold over you?

You shook your head back and forth as she walked through the doorway of your office and quietly closed the door behind her. Her head was downcast and she moved slowly through the space to take a seat beside where you sat with your hands clenched together in your lap on the small sofa in the center of the room.

“Miss Manager, I really didn’t mean anything bad by what I said. I was just thinking out loud and it slipped out.” She began quickly, as soon you felt the cushion dip when she sat down.

“Can you tell me what you meant by it?” You kept your voice low and careful as you replayed her words again in your mind, a quiet disbelief dancing along the edges of your memory. Maybe you heard her wrong, or maybe she didn't mean it exactly as it sounded to you. Maybe your guilty conscience had you running when nothing was even chasing you.

She didn't speak for a few moments and you swallowed the moisture inside your mouth, lifted your head and looked around the clean space of your office.

“You said that I can stop watching them, who do you think I was watching?” You probed again, realizing that your face, which was angled away from her now, might have not been as in control as usual. You could feel the dampness in your eyes and you blinked quickly.

“Baekhyun and Assistant Cha. Nothing is going on there. There is nothing to worry about. I’m on your side, by the way — both of you.”

You had confirmed it.

She knew.

You felt your steady resolve crumble with the deep sigh of defeat that left your chest and the oxygen leaving your lungs pulled your eyelids closed until all of the light was shut out for a moment. Just for a moment.

You only needed one moment.

“How did you know?” The delicacy of your words, tantamount to a confession, balanced lightly on the tip of your tongue. Your voice sounded so much smaller than you were used to hearing from yourself.

Her reply did not come instantly but the delay in her response, you knew, was more imagined by your own sense of urgency than in anything she was doing. Still, you were impatient to know; enough to turn your gaze from the safety of the silent bookshelf full of items you had owned and controlled for years to look anxiously upon the expressions written on her face and the unpredictable and uncontrollable harsh truths you might find in her eyes.

“Does anyone else know?” You whispered another quiet question, despite the fact that she hadn’t answered the first one yet.

Her eyes watched your face and in them you saw a lightness and warmth. On her lips was the smallest sweet smile that brought you back again to the woman you knew so well; the woman you had worked with closely over the years on several projects, through countless sleepless nights, tirelessly and side by side. The valuable member of your team who proved herself to be trustworthy and reliable. The woman you sought out first when something needed to be handled discreetly and quickly.

She was watching your face and she inhaled a small breath to speak.

“I’m pretty sure I’m the only one who could possibly know,” she said with that soft smile still inside her warm eyes. She was reaching into her pocket to pull out her cellphone and you looked down at her illuminated screen as she opened up an app. It was Instagram. She clicked a few times and eventually landed on a profile that was familiar. It was Baekhyun’s account and a few harmless pictures down his feed, her fingers stopped scrolling when she reached something that you knew would be a picture he had posted one of the nights he’d spent in your bed.

It was an innocuous shot of his hand holding your hand with only an alarm clock visible in the background. The time read 02:16 A.M. and it sat atop a wooden bedside table. Nothing else was in focus. The background of the picture was blurred beyond recognition with only a hazy outline of the very tip of the tail of your darkened bird lamp but definitely not anything that was recognizable about it. Neither of you wore any jewelry that might possibly come back to you. You looked at the words he wrote below the image — ‘I die for any little bit of you, my love.’ — and while yes, it had filled you with butterflies and made you kick and scream under your covers in secret when you saw what he wrote, for the purposes of Sandi identifying you from just this— was she a witch? How could she possibly have known?

There was nothing there. Nothing that pointed to you so conclusively that she would present this evidence to you with such conviction.

“From his posts, I knew he was seeing someone, but when I saw this, it suddenly made sense — how you could have changed so much since he joined. Anyway, I bought you that clock as a Secret Santa gift last year. So obviously I would be the only one to recognize it. I am glad to see you still use it.”

“Would you believe me if I said I gave the clock away to my sister, so that couldn’t possibly be me in the picture?”

You said it jokingly; feeling as if a switch had been flipped with Sandi since she knew something so very damning about you. What authority and respect? This woman saw and knew too much. You now had a confidant and maybe even a friend. Oh no! What if you had to transfer her to another department too? You couldn’t keep losing your best people like this just because you couldn’t keep your work life separated from your personal life.

You honestly felt as if you’d lost all control in this job the moment that man walked through your office door on his first day of work.

“You don’t have a sister.”

“Right,” you conceded quickly.

“Miss Manager,” Sandi began after a few moments, “you don’t need to feel so guilty about this. I really don’t think either of you have done anything wrong. And isn’t that why he’s being transferred so suddenly? To avoid any problems with the company.”

“And let me guess. He made the first move, right? I’m certain of it. I noticed how he looks at you. Since last year even.”

“Last year? You knew him from before this project?”

“You don’t remember him? He was interning with Manager Jung Ho. Ahhh maybe it was the red hair and the glasses.”

Sandi still had her phone out and was scrolling again, this time through her own photo albums that went back through the years. You recognized yourself in many of the shots. Candid pictures as you both worked, a few of the group laughing together as the team unwound after some particularly hectic days. Her scrolling stopped abruptly and you looked down to where she touched with her index finger on a pretty boy with wavy red hair, wearing round gold wire glasses and standing literally right beside you, his eyes looking at you while you were about as busy as could be focusing on putting out several fires at once.

“Here he is. Always following around Miss Manager Noona. Always staring at Miss Manager Noona and talking about Miss Manager Noona. He was so annoying,” she said with a hearty laugh. She scrolled again and image after image showed a similar scene, Baekhyun taking stolen glances at you and you with your mind so occupied at the time you didn’t even remember him. The more pictures you saw of the young red-head with the glasses the more the actual memories of him popped into your mind.

He was bright and chipper and you never did catch his name at the time. He was noisy and full of laughter and full of life and you…well, you had a dark storm cloud hanging over your head back then. Last year was a hard year for you. You had some professional failures that you still dwelled on and some even worse personal failures involving one relationship that still burned you to think about. You’d nearly given up on all things romance at the time; sworn off men forever with their lies and their cheating ways. It was no wonder your eyes had been so blind to the entire person standing beside you; rooting for you; building you up as he had done back then.

You remembered him more as you looked at the pictures. Now his face was so recognizable to you, after you had fallen in love with everything about him, you’d even be able to spot him with bright blue hair and a fake mustache on. But apparently all it had taken was a pair of glasses and a wavy red perm.

“I can’t believe he pulled a Superman-Clark Kent on me — ohhhh…look at how cute he was!” You cooed right out loud. A momentary lapse made you forget where you were and as soon as the sickeningly saccharine words left your lips you lifted a hand to cover over your parted lips.

She laughed out loud , “Oh no, you’ve got it bad. You’ll invite me to the wedding, won’t you?”

She was joking when she said it but you closed up your mouth and pulled both of your lips between your teeth, biting down to try and keep from doing something stupid like squealing from the pent up excitement you felt when you thought about marrying him. Your strong reaction was yet another confession. She had gone motionless the moment you didn't laugh it off as just a funny joke.

“Of course you are invited,” you whispered just under your breath and her laughter quit suddenly, her lips hung open, and her eyes widened significantly.

“Oh my god. What? What?!” She was whispering, but it was a very loud and very excited sounding whisper. “Are you serious?”

You felt her hands grip around your upper arms and she gave you a good shake. It made the laughter break free from your chest and you were giggling now. It was useless to fight it. You could feel the excitement building the more she shook you and the louder her whispering giggles grew. You lifted both hands to cover over your face as your entire body shook with laughter.

You gave into it; the joy and anticipation that her genuine excitement brought out of you and by the time you heard the soft two knocks on your office door you had to wipe away moisture from your eyes from giggling so much before you could compose yourself enough to call out to whoever was knocking that the door was unlocked and they could come in.

The door was pushed and a familiar head of blond hair poked inside just before you saw the rest of his face.

“Miss Manager,” Baekhyun spoke cautiously with his face carefully controlled as he said it. Not even any flirtatious tones hidden in a sweet grin or a secret wink. He was on his best behavior today with so many witnesses around. You hadn’t had a single pointed look from him in hours. It had been at least two hours since you felt the warmth of his fingertips on the skin of the back of your hand. It had been a solid hour since he had looked into your eyes for longer than thirty seconds and allowed those eyes to slip down and steal a glance at your lips.

“You have a meeting upstairs in five,” he said and he pushed the door open further. You could make out Assistant Cha standing just behind him; a thick and heavily scribbled notebook held up to her chest with both of her arms wrapped tightly around it as if it carried all of the secrets of her very new and scary universe.

You nodded your head to the pair of them and quickly gathered your end-of-project meeting materials.

Sandi was excusing herself quietly; if not rather slowly. You caught the lingering examination she gave to Baekhyun as she made her way around the sofa you both had been squealing on moments earlier and seemed to be taking her time with the exit. If he noticed anything amiss, he didn't make it known, but after a few moments of her looking into his face she simply nodded her head once, smiled a sweet smile in his direction and said a quick, “Okay, okay. I can see it. I could have sworn you used to wear glasses.”

You bit down on the side of your tongue to suppress any remaining giggles.

Baekhyun’s eyes danced around her face for a moment in mild confusion and he frowned his lips with a tiny pout, inhaling lightly and parting his lips to respond. But before he could offer any explanation she turned her head back in your direction, gave you a small wave of her hand and a quick, “See you at the wrap party, Miss Manager,” and she then was gone.

You’d made it half of the way through the rows of cubicles when a tap on your shoulder halted your steps and pulled your attention behind you. You recognized that the person calling you was Baekhyun and your eyes were pulled down toward his hand in which he held a small post-it note.

“Excuse me, Miss Manager, I think you dropped this,” he said as he pushed the small folded-in-half piece of colorful paper into the palm of your hand. You knew you must have had a questioning look inside your eyes, at least for the first few seconds of this, but you quickly recovered with a nod and a quiet thank-you on your lips. You slipped the paper inside the pocket of your blazer.

As your legs moved, you noticed that Baekhyun and Assistant Cha held back some, and your curiosity about the small token from your boyfriend felt absolutely itchy. It was as if that small note was pulsing as it called to you from inside your pocket. You slipped your hand in and pulled it out, glancing around quickly to take note of the fact that no one around was paying you any attention at all and with Baekhyun’s steps so far behind you figured no one would mind if you read whatever little details might have been written just for you on this note.

‘I miss you today. You are right here and I miss you to death. I am being so brave about it. You can compliment me about it later, if you want.

P.S. Which season do you like best?’

You silently slipped the note back inside your pocket with a lovely little tap over the fabric to make sure it was secure. You felt as if this elevator you stood inside was carrying you straight into the clouds above this building. He probably couldn't text you freely because of the close proximity of his shadow, Assistant Cha. Or maybe he just wanted to hand you this adorable little note as a physical token of his affection; something you could hold in your hand and lightly touch with the tip of your finger. You half wondered if you should just text him back the answer to his question.

Instead you held your finger over the elevator button to keep it open long enough for the pair of assistants to finally join you inside and you caught the briefest touch of his brown eyes as he stepped inside.

His eyes did not linger. Yours did not chase but you did feel the distinct presence of the warmth of his body as he stepped into the space directly behind you. There were no secret touches or hidden attempts to reach for you inside this space. The high speed elevator surged up quickly; its destination was amongst the upper floors and with the abrupt movement you rocked lightly on your legs to keep your balance. You reached a hand out to rest it over the bar and a glance to your right, just over your shoulder afforded you the view of a familiar hand doing the same. Long slender fingers flexed once outward in your direction, but his hand did not move any closer to you and eventually those fingers simply wrapped around the silver pole for the remainder of the elevator ride.

You would not let your fingers leave his skin tonight.

You’d had your fill of denial.

The meeting was typical for this stage of a project. You paid exactly enough attention as you needed to. Your presentation showcased your team’s successes and honestly, although you didn’t tend to toot your own horn, your own performance looked incredibly impressive as well. Although with such a capable team it was hard not to look incredible. You gave credit where credit was due as you always did and as the other managers and directors said their parts you pulled out a small note pad from your bag and began penning a response to your boyfriend. You did your best to keep your face from showing too much but you could feel the elation pulling your lips into a small smile as you drew the little sad faced emoji in the middle of the note.

‘You are very brave, and doing so much better than I am. I got caught staring at you today. :( Sandi knows now.

P.S. I like the fall. Winter is too cold, Spring is too sneezy, and Summer is too hot. Although you kissed me in the summertime so I like it now too.

P.P.S. I remember you now, from Jung Ho’s project. I didn’t know you wore glasses.

P.P.P.S. It’s not fair for you to look so handsome in every hair color. ’

You stopped writing when you ran out of space. This all could have gone so much smoother in a text message, but there was something magical about writing all of this out in a note to secretly pass to him in person.

Your meeting ended and there was another meeting coming up just after lunch. Your busy schedule and the ever present assembly of people around you didn’t give you any opportunities to pass on the note. And when you would have normally both found yourselves alone with each other, now there was an entirely new person around with her own set of eyes, watching and learning all sorts of things about her new position. And hopefully just that.

She was fine. You could tell that Baekhyun was right about her. She would do well and she would succeed in her new role. You would come to depend on her and appreciate her too. Maybe even the strange undeserved bitterness you felt when you looked at her pretty young face would fade.

But now, you wished she had some other place she desperately had to be.

You found your chance just after lunch when Assistant Cha had departed to the bathrooms. You spotted Baekhyun leaning against a pillar on the ground floor checking the time on his watch, looking about as handsome as could be in his suit and ignoring the many curious glances from various ladies and men who walked by him. He seemed to be waiting for something and you slipped closer to where he stood, careful not to be spotted as you made your way around the other side of the pillar.

You’d reached a hand out to tap on his shoulder at the exact moment that a ping sounded out on his cell phone and he moved out of the way just as your fingers extended so that they touched nothing. You felt a little silly.

While you felt a tinge of disappointment that you’d missed your chance, you also felt a surge of mild curiosity about what he was up to. He made his way toward the security turnstiles and met with a run-of-the mill food delivery man who handed him a small black bag from a local bakery down the block. You’d recognized the logo of one of your favorite shops that had the absolute best fruit tarts you’d ever had and a chocolate cake slice that you’d just about sell your soul for.

He was walking back with his head and his focus turned down into the small bag and you spun on your heels behind your pillar so he would not see you stalking him.

Your feet moved lightly, feeling like you were in some sort of spy movie as you moved along with him, yet just out of his sight as he made his way toward the elevator. The button was pressed, the lights illuminated and after a few moments the soft ding let you know that he would be stepping forward into that quiet space. What kind of deal with the devil did you have to make for that elevator to be empty?

He stepped inside and you held back. You counted in your head just a few times before moving and just as the doors were closing you slipped inside the space, earning the quiet gasp from the very center of his chest when he saw you.

It was empty. You had him alone for a few seconds at least.

“Excuse me, Assistant Byun, I think you dropped this.” You did your best impression of him and held up the little colorful note you had with a cheeky smile that he returned instantly as he reached out quick fingertips to grab the note.

Baekhyun wasted no time. His fingers pulled the small sheet apart and his mouth moved as he silently formed the words of your message with his lips.

“Oh my god,” he gasped quietly; having absorbed the bad news from the note first, “Sandi knows? How?”

“She’s a better detective than Batman,” you shrugged rather casually. Both because you trusted Sandi and you figured if you weren’t freaking out about this, then maybe he would take it in stride as well. “She showed me some pictures of you from last year.”

“Did she?” His lips were pulled into a smile and you caught the little lift of his chin and the scrunch of his nose.

You nodded twice, acutely aware of how telling the smile on your face must look to him. “I remember you. I didn't know your name though. But you looked very cute with the little glasses and the hair,” you lifted a hand to make a waving motion with your fingers above your own head. “Did you get LASIK? Where are the glasses?”

He was reaching a hand out to press a button on the elevator panel and his eyes narrowed slightly as he pursed his lips.

“Oh, that was just fashion. They never had any lenses in them. I have perfect vision.”

His clarification made you laugh out loud. You leaned against the back wall of the elevator and looked into his face freely, feeling every bit of the affection and attraction you had for the man fill up your chest with contentment. At last, you had a moment alone with him. You could look at him. You could stare at him and you could daydream and you could let every single recent memory of the love you shared with him flood your mind freely in this shared space without onlookers or witnesses.

Baekhyun leaned against the side wall, doing just about the exact same thing to you and when his head leaned back against the elevator wall his eyelids sank down half closed, his jaw relaxed, and his lips parted with a slow exhale of air from deep within his lungs.

“I wish I could touch you,” he whispered under his breath.

“Me too,” you confessed, “stupid cameras,” you added without breaking eye contact with him; although you did let your head fall some to rest against the back wall.

“I’ll kiss you in the wintertime,” he said with a smile pulling at his lips, “so you don't feel the cold so much.” His sweet words and that pretty smile pulled a matching smile from you. You lifted a hand to cover over your mouth, tapping lightly over your lips with your fingertips.

“Let’s have a winter wedding,” he said.

“This winter? So soon?” You didn’t hear any objection in your voice. Only curiosity.

He nodded and blinked his eyes slowly; a truly dreamy expression taking over his features.

“We can honeymoon somewhere without pollen and I will kiss you in the springtime.”

You couldn’t stand it. You felt ready to burst right here inside this elevator; just from his sweet, romantic promises that coated you from head to toe.

In the recesses of your mind; in the bargaining parts, you could hear the questions parading by.

What if you reached a hand out and pressed the button for the ground floor on this elevator panel. What if you pulled him by the shirt sleeve — didn’t give a good damn about who saw — and marched him right out of this office building, out onto the street, and hailed a cab destined for your apartment. What if you said screw who knew the truth, screw the wrap and the endless droning meetings, screw this job. What if you took him home and you locked both of you inside your home for a month straight. Nothing but the two of you and the privacy you would find in that bedroom.

“I miss you,” he said softly under his breath with his eyes still locked onto your face. Your mind had been wandering but his words pulled you back into yourself.

“I’m right here,” you said with a small smile, blinking your eyes slowly and purposefully in his direction again and again, as if you could send him a message with their movement — I love you, I love you, I love you — your eyelids called out to him.

“I miss you, though,” he said again with a long exhale from his lungs. “What am I going to do next week when I can't look up and see you whenever I want?”

The elevator slowed its rapid upward movement and you could feel it in your stomach as it slowed to a stop. Someone must be joining; you hadn’t yet reached your destination but it appeared that someone would come and interrupt this. Damn them. A soft ding let you know the doors were about to open. Your few moments of alone time with him was coming to an end.

Baekhyun was still talking though; still lost inside his own head and caught up in the dread of the upcoming changes you both would need to adjust to.

“I sound pathetic, don’t I?” You had to look away from his face but from your peripherals you caught the small step he took in your direction as he moved closer to you.

“Baekhyun, someone is coming in.” You didn’t have time to reassure him that this feeling he was going through was not something he was alone in. You also felt the loneliness and the ache to touch him. You were also feeling the sense of dread for the upcoming weeks without him by your side.

But right now was not the time. Not with this camera above both of your heads and the elevator doors about to open and whoever it was that had called the elevator was about to walk in.

A few simultaneous sensations happened. You could feel the jolt as the elevator came to a full stop and, at the same time, Baekhyun’s soft fingertips brushed against the back of your hand. He had taken another step it seemed and he was beside you; his wandering hand reaching down to run a slow path over your skin down the back of your hand. You felt the moment his fingers wrapped around your palm and slipped lower as each fingertip slipped just in-between your own fingers.

You had to pull away. The doors opened.

You pulled your hand out of his grip quickly, if not a bit forcefully, and you stepped away at the same time; putting a good two steps worth of distance between the two of you. You brought your hands in front of you and clasped them together and you looked up just in time to make eye contact with a terrifyingly familiar set of brown eyes. Brown eyes that bore a strikingly frightening resemblance to the very same brown eyes that had been burning a hole into your heart all day long.

You were sure the first few moments of the eye contact, you had a look of absolute panic. You were certain he would have seen fear in your eyes.

You did your best to push a smile to your face. Inside of your chest your heartbeat had jolted to life, sending thundering booms through your entire torso. You felt the trembling from it. You swallowed nervously and you could hardly hear your own words from your lips over the echo of your racing heart inside of your eardrums.

“President Byun,” you said softly; wincing internally at just how terrified you sounded as you said his name. “Lovely to see you, Sir.”

Your greeting earned you a curt head nod and his eyes immediately moved to touch upon his son’s face.

“What floor?” You were closest to the buttons and you inhaled through your parted lips and forced the air back out slowly, desperately hoping your question hadn’t sounded stupid. He was the president and every one knew his offices occupied the top floor.

“Top?” Your finger hovered over the button and your nervous question another swift nod of his head. He spared you only a fraction of his attention before he was standing beside Baekhyun, who kept his eyes fixed securely on the closing elevator doors.

The doors closed and you stepped back, holding your hands together in front of your abdomen so they wouldn't tremble and give away the raging anxiety that was surging through you right now.

You hadn’t been ready for this. You knew seeing his father again after all that had transpired between you and Baekhyun would bring some strong emotions but you were having about as strong a reaction as you could take quietly. It was the suddenness of this.

You kind of just wanted to run away from this. Yet you were trapped inside this moving box with these two men who hadn’t spoken a word to each other despite sharing a familial bond, sharing a bloodline, sharing a home for most of Baekhyun’s life, you couldn't help but notice that Baekhyun hadn’t even said hello to the man. Nor had the man said anything to his son, but the two of them merely stood side by side in this elevator and looked ahead with blank and passive faces.

You felt a tickle in your throat. It was the nerves. You fought the urge to cough and quickly realized it was useless and you turned your head a little and cleared your throat, trying to rid yourself of the annoying feeling without actually coughing inside a closed elevator in a time when coughing in public was a major faux pas.

The sound of your own throat cleaning was timed perfectly with the sound of President Byun’s feet as he took a single step forward so that he was standing ahead of the both of you and he inhaled a breath into his lungs to speak out loud into the space right in front of his face.

“I have received some very interesting news this morning,” President Byun said in a steady and confident voice without any flinching in his body language to favor one side of him or another. There was nothing given to indicate that he was speaking to any one of you in particular.

“What is that, Sir,” Baekhyun said; at last acknowledging his father. You couldn't find the nerve to get your own voice to work. You held your breath and then tried your best to keep your breathing steady and even. You felt the slight pain in the back of your hand as your nails gripped hard into your own flesh.

He didn’t turn around to look at either of you when he spoke again, he merely inhaled a breath, opened his mouth and dropped a bomb right on top of both of your heads.

“I heard that you think … that you’re getting married.”

[To Be Continued]

Links: Part 1, …. Part 15, Part 16, Part 17

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jongbross · 1 year ago

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A headcanon with Exo:

How would they express their feelings for the reader?

a/n: thank you for requesting <3 i did this thinking about love languages, i hope it's okay!

minseok:

acts of service.

minseok has a beautiful way with words, but most of the times he gets awkward to say them out loud, so he learned his love language is acts of service. whenever he sees you're feeling down, he'll do something nice for you, so more often than not you'll get home to him cleaning up the house, finishing that task you've been trying to do for weeks but work just wouldn't let you, or all dressed up waiting for you so he can take you out and treat you with a nice meal.

he always says "i love you" at the end of a phone call or before leaving, but more than that, he tends to show you he loves you through his acts.

junmyeon:

gifts.

i know we all (fans and members) joke about junmyeon being rich and spending all his money as he wants, but somehow he learned that giving gifts is also a love language.

don't get me wrong, he doesn't think he can win people over with that. but if you see and like a nice little pair of earrings, what's the matter with him buying it for you? if you complain to him that you're having a shitty day, is really that bad for him to buy you your favorite desert and get it delivered at your work? if you're the love of his life, the one he's sure he wants to spend the eternity with, can't he buy a new house for the two of you where you can start a family together?

think about it...

yixing:

physical touch.

zhang yixing is one of the softest boys out there. he has a busy schedule and he always puts work first, so sometimes he can't be around you as much as he'd want. so whenever he has some time to spend with you, believe me - he'll be all over you. he will kiss you every chance he have, hug you even if all you're doing is brushing your teeth, lean on your shoulder while you're watching your favorite show.

yixing always makes you feel loved, wanted. he's forever grateful for all the support you give him, for all the times you let him go with a smile on your face because he needed to persue his dreams. he may write a few songs about the way he feels about you, but he rather show you through his touch.

baekhyun:

quality time.

baekhyun knows exactly what he wants and how he wants, so he has confessed to you before. but the funny thing you've realized is, baekhyun is so full of love but has been hurt so many times, that he tries not to talk about his feelings a lot - he's lowkey scared it will all happen again if he wear them on his sleeve.

so, to always remind you how much he loves you and how he cares about you, he learned to just spend some time with you. and it's so natural to him, to turn off the world and just focus on you, give you his full attention; watching your every move, listening to your every word, doing whatever makes you happy - always with a smile on his lips and eyes overflowing with tenderness.

jongdae:

words of affirmation.

have you seen jongdae? he's the walking form of words of affirmation. he is always reminding you how amazing you are, how he's grateful for all the things you do for him, how he knows you're capable of anything you want.

he might not be the one to give you the best birthday gift ever, for an example, but he will always be the one to make you cry at his beautiful words. he might not always be around when you need a hug, but he's always just a call away whenever you're facing some trouble and needs someone to tell you "i love you" and "i believe in you" - and jongdae does, from the bottom of his heart.

chanyeol:

acts of service & physical thouch.

chanyeol is a mix of both, i think. he's the human definition of a golden retriever, i swear! whenever you're sad or need some reassurance, chanyeol hugs you and pulls you closer to his chest because he solemly believe - but won't ever admit it - that how much he loves you emanates from his body and it can heal you.

apart from that, he also likes to shows you that he loves you through his actions rather than words, so don't be surprised if you ever come home and oh, that photo you two took together last month on a trip is now hanging on your wall. (:

kyungsoo:

acts of service.

if you think kyungsoo isn't good with his words, you're right. he has some trouble talking about his feelings, so very early on his life he learned that he can show gratitude and love through his actions. he tends to care for those around him, especially the ones who has done a lot for him too, so of course it wouldn't be different with you.

you also realized this as soon as you two got together. it isn't unusual for kyungsoo to only smile and nod when you tell him you love him, followed by either him bringing you food because you're so busy with work or letting you sleep till noon even though it's his day off and you were supposed to be together - you deserve that rest and he worries about your health because he loves you, so it's okay.

jongin:

physical touch.

there's a very specific moment in one of superm's lives that jongin holds baekhyun's fingers and keeps playing with them for such a long time... that's how he acts with you too.

jongin does say he loves you, very often actually, but you feel that everytime he touches you - which he also does a lot. he's always touching you somehow, from pulling you close everytime he laughs to just touching shoulders while watching something on the couch. he needs that warmth, he craves that from his lover, and he can only hope that it's enough to show you that hey, he's so in love with you (spoiler alert: it is more than enough).

sehun:

gifts.

poor baby doesn't know how to show love. perhaps, since he's not only exo's maknae but also the youngest from his family, he has always been spoiled and showered with love in so many ways that he doesn't know how to pay back. the only way he gets to do it, and that's also a little bit of junmyeon's fault, is through gift giving.

sehun showers you with gifts every chance he gets. anything you want, name it and it's yours - or don't name it, because sehun learned how to read you so everytime you see something, check the price and be like "hm, that's too expansive" DO NOT be fooled, give sehun barely two weeks and the thing you wanted it's on your hands. he'll spoil you rotten if you let him, but don't blame him, it's his way to say "i love you so much, thank you for taking care of me".

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kimbappykidding · 9 months ago

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Previous parts: Part One

"Hey where's Y/n?" Chen asked one day on the way to rehearsal "we haven't seen her in ages". Baekhyun stiffened and wondered how to respond. "Yeah why hasn't she been over?" Sehun asked. Baekhyun took a breath and shrugged "you all have phones, you can Invite her" he replied making the boys all pause. "Well yeah but you're closest to her which is why we were asking" Chen said. "We're not that close!" Baekhyun said "I haven't even seen her all month so we can't be that close". "Okay okay you're not close!" Chen relented sensing this was a sensitive subject and Baekhyun sighed, upset he'd snapped. "Sorry I just...don't think we're friends anymore" Baekhyun admitted. "Oh...I'm sorry" Chen said and Suho frowned "do you want to talk about it?". Baekhyun told them what happened from you seeing him and Seoyun to you getting back with Jin. "So are you and Seoyun back together?" Lay asked. Baekhyun shook his head "she's messaged me a few times but I haven't texted her back". "So you wanted to sleep with Seoyun because you didn't want Y/n thinking you two were a couple?" Kai asked and Baekhyun nodded. "But you're upset she's back with Jin?" Chanyeol asked and Baekhyun sighed "I know it makes me such hypocrite". "Yeah a little" D.O. nodded "but what stopped you sleeping with Seoyun. Was it just guilt or something else?". "Something else?" Baekhyun asked "if you're implying I'm secretly in love with Y/n you can stop right there".

He hadn't quite worked out what his feelings for you were but he couldn't be in love with you. If he'd had the perfect girl this entire time and had ruined it all...well it wouldn't bear thinking about but the guys wouldn't let it drop.

"But why would you feel guilty otherwise?" Suho asked "did you feel you'd led Y/n on or something? That she didn't know the arrangement". "No she knew" Baekhyun admitted "I guess I just felt guilty because I felt she had feelings for me and I'd hurt her". "Yeah but you and Seoyun were before you and Y/n" Kai said "I'm just surprised that your guilt would make you incapable of being with her". Sehun nodded "plus you said it was 2 weeks ago when you saw Y/n with Jin, why didn't you contact Seoyun when you saw Y/n had moved on". Baekhun paused as that thought honestly hadn't occurred to him. "I don't know I guess it was just kind of tainted after seeing Y/n". "So you no longer wanted to sleep with Seoyun once you saw Y/n?" Chen asked leaning forwards and Baekhyun nodded "yes!".

He saw the look on his members' faces and frowned "but why are you all looking at me like that?". "Nothing just...I don't think you feel bad for Y/n or if you do you shouldn't anymore. She's back with Jin and he's...a very good idol to date" Xuimin said. "What because he's rich? I have money too!" Baekhyun said. D.O. nodded "yeah but he has more and he's also more famous". Chanyeol nodded "and he's a really nice guy and good-looking". Baekhyun pouted "I guess he's good in some ways but it really depends on what you're into. We're too different to compare". The boys exchanged another look and Baekhyun sighed "what are all these secret looks for?". "We think you're jealous" Suho said and Baekhyun sighed "I'm not I just feel for Y/n". "Why she's got worldwide handsome in her bed" Sehun laughed. "Jin's not everything!" Baekhyun snapped "they haven't even talked in years! She's a different person from who she was back then and he had no idea about any of that! He doesn't know all the things she likes or all her habits. He doesn't know her! Not like I do" Baekhyun finished and D.O. nodded "there it is". "Did I just say like I do?" Baekhyun asked and Chen nodded "yeah...". Baekhyun sighed and put his head on the table.

After his conversation with the guys Baekhyun realised there might be more to this than he was letting on. Baekhyun hadn't wanted to face the horrible reality but when the guys started hyping Jin up it made Baekhyun irrationally angry and he knew there was more to this. He admitted he had developed feelings for you over the years. You'd spent a lot of time together and were there for him often...but were those feelings romantic? He'd always liked Seoyun but one of the main reasons he'd wanted to sleep with her was to prove to you and maybe even himself that the two of you weren't a thing. Because when he thought about dating you he was scared. The two of you were perfect on paper. Great chemistry, close friends, compatible personalities and very suited physically...if he couldn't make it work with you could he make it work with anyone? Baekhyun didn't want to find out so he pushed you away and sought a distraction but after seeing the hurt on your face he didn't want it. After the weeks of not seeing you he missed you and that had put things into perspective for him.

Meanwhile, you were pretty sure your friendship with Baekhyun was over and part of you thought it could be for the best. You'd never been honest with Baekhyun about what you wanted and your needs were never met. You'd hurt yourself and would've just kept hurting yourself so at least for better or worse that was over now. You'd been seeing friends besides Baekhyun more and surprisingly Jin was your main one. At first, the girls were worried this was a rebound but quickly realised it was just friendship and were pleased. Jin was a good influence and you eventually confessed everything to him.

Jin listened to your story with a sympathetic expression and rushed to validate all your feelings. He assured you things would get better and helped you realise you weren't pathetic or weak for liking Baekhyun. It also helped that he knew you well and from a romantic perspective. So you felt a lot better about what had happened and were starting to heal but Baekhyun was not.

Baekhyun could not stop thinking about you but he also couldn't work up the courage because he had no idea what to say. After apologising for everything he'd done, should he then admit his feelings for you and ask you to leave Jin for him? It was just so risky and he couldn't help the feeling he'd missed his chance with you...and he was scared to ask because then he'd know for definite if he had or not. He knew with each day he left it the worse it got but he seemed incapable of doing anything else.

He'd largely been avoiding the outside world and so hadn't been going to any parties or events but he had to go to some for work and that's where he saw Jin. He was quite literally the last person Baekhyun wanted to see but Baekhyun had agreed to talk in their interview and he needed a mic. Jin was waiting for his own mic and the woman disappeared to go find them both one leaving the two boys alone. Things were very awkward and there was a thick tension in the air. It was so uncomfortable Baekhyun figured he should get something out of it and so he asked something he'd been dying to ask.

"How's Y/n?" Baekhyun asked and Jin stiffened "I think you should ask her if you're worried about her" and went to walk away but Baekhyun wasn't having that. "Really? You can't even tell me she's fine?". Jin shrugged "I just think you should ask her if you care". "Of course I care about her!" Baekhyun cried "just because you're back together doesn't erase the fact I've been there since you broke her heart! You don't get to come back and act superior". Jin paused "back together? Y/n and I aren't back together". "But I saw you at our restaurant together" Baekhyun said and Jin paused before figuring out what Baekhyun must've meant. "We were just getting food, we're not together" and Baekhyun froze "you're not?". "No, we've rekindled our friendship but that's all...see someone else broke her heart this time" Jin said and walked away leaving Baekhyun very shocked and then Jin's words hit him. He'd broken your heart.

Baekhyun burst into the dressing room and looked around the room "where's my coat?" he asked "I put it right there". "What?" Sehun asked and Baekhyun sighed "my coat! Where is it?". "Calm down the staff hung it up" Chanyeol said and Baekhyun rushed to the rack and pulled in off its hanger. "Where are you going we're on stage in 30" Suho said. "I have to go find Y/n" Baekhyun said "she's not dating JIn, I got it all wrong but I did hurt her. I hurt her bad and I have to find her" Baekhyun said shaking as he spoke. "Okay calm down" D.O. said "you can't drive anywhere like this". "Well I'll run then!" Baekhyun said "the point is I have to get here and I can't sing a stupid song about love when I hurt the girl who showed me the most love!". "Look I know you're upset but why not just do the performance and then go?" Xiumin asked. Suho saw the look on Baekhyun's face though and shook his head "I'll get you out of here but you're not driving, you'll get yourself killed. We'll get you a car". Baekhyun rushed to Suho "thank you hyung!" and Suho nodded "come on".

10 minutes later Baekhyun was in a car on his way to yours. He gave the driver extra money to get there quicker and he got to yours in record time. He hopped out of the car before the taxi had even properly stopped and raced to your front door. He pounded on it and it was quickly opened by Irene. "You" she said and he nodded "I know you all hate me and you're so justified but please let me speak to Y/n for just five minutes". "You can't" Irene said and Baekhyun sighed "look I never meant to hurt her. I never realised I was in love with her but I do now and I need to make it right so please Irene let me in!" he cried. "No you don't get it" Irene started but Baekhyun cut her off "no you don't get it..." when she stuck her hand over his mouth "Y/n isn't here!" she yelled. "What?" Baekhyun asked, his voice muffled by her hand. Irene removed it and sighed "she's at a bar downtown with some friends". "Which bar?" Baekhyun asked "the Yellow Deer" Irene said and Baekhyun was off. He managed to stop the taxi just as it was heading back by jumping onto it and waved to Irene thanking her. "New plan, head downtown!" he called to the driver and threw him another wad of money "in case I damaged your car...sorry".

15 minutes later Baekhyun was running down the pavement looking for the bar he knew he was around here somewhere. He'd nearly fallen over 5 times since getting out of the taxi and knew he should slow down but he couldn't, not when he was so close. Finally he saw the logo of yellow antlers and smiled before he saw you coming outside and heading to a taxi. "Y/n no! Wait" he yelled and ran full pelt at the taxi, stopping the door from closing with his arm which hurt. He was trying very hard not to swear when you saw him "Baekhyun". "Y/n...I need to talk to you" he said and you looked a him "but I...how did you know I was here". "I went to your house and Irene told me and then I came here but saw you leaving so I ran and broke my arm" he said "but none of that matter because I have to talk to you" he told you. "Are you drunk?" you asked and he shook his head "no I just can't lose you or hurt you anymore!" he cried and your friends looked at you unsure what to make of this newcomer. "Y/n do you want us to drive?" one of them asked and Baekhyun held his breath. You looked at all your friends and then shook your head "it's okay" and you got out of the car.

Baekhyun cheered and helped you out "Yn thank you so much, you honestly have no idea..." when you stopped him. "Baekhyun what is it you need to say?" and he nodded "right of course well..." and then realised he had not prepared what he was going to say to you. All he knew was when Jin revealed everything he knew he had to come to you but now he was here how did he explain it all. "I erm...Y/n I'm so sorry" he burst figuring that was a good place to start "I've messed everything up between us and it's all my fault". You blinked "I...what do you mean". "I don't even know where to begin" Baekhyun said "for years I never defined what we were, I went off to the military without giving you an idea about what we were and then with Seoyun...I'm so sorry Y/n I never wanted you to find out like that". You shrugged looking down "it's okay, I know she'll always be the love of my life". "No!" Baekhyun said "I mean maybe she was one day but she isn't any more. After you came I couldn't carry on with her and we didn't sleep together". "You didn't?" you asked and Baekhyun shook his head "I couldn't because of you...but I didn't get what that meant. What all the feelings I had were or why I felt so guilty...all I knew was I felt sick every time I thought of discussing it with you and so I avoided the situation. Then things grew, I saw you at a restaurant with Jin, the guys kept asking where you were and still I had no idea why I was so torn up. I know you're my best friend and I'd hurt you but it was more than that. Then I saw Jin today and he told me you weren't together and that I broke your heart and it...broke mine" Baekhyun admitted "because I'm in love with you Y/n and I'd fought it for so long because of how much of an idiot I was! I had the perfect girl loving me for years and did nothing but push you away. I didn't want to admit how close I'd come to perfection but that's not even the worst part...I was with you years ago when Jin broke your heart and I swore I would never let another guy hurt you but I did the same thing just much worse and I will never be able to forgive myself Y/n but I promise from the bottom of my heart I am so so sooo sorry" he said and then he took a deep breath.

You stared at him because that was a lot of information to take in at once but one thing was standing out. "You're in love with me?" you asked unsure and Baekhyun nodded. "I am" he nodded "I think I'd always known deep down but I never admitted it because I was scared. You're my best friend Y/n and I figured if I can't make it work with you than there's something really wrong with me...but that's still no excuse for what I did and if you give me a chance I swear I will make it up to you". You blinked "but what are you proposing we do, go back to how things were?". "No" Baekhyun said "I mean unless you want to but the idea of you with another guy drives me crazy and I'd want to be all yours...if you'd have me". "But what about Seoyun?" you asked "why did you even go for her, you'd always said you'd never go back there". Baekhyun nodded "honestly I was confused and vulnerable. I knew I had feelings for you but didn't want to acknowledge them and I saw Seoyun and thought maybe if I slept with her it'd...I don't know, erase everything I felt for you and put you off me but I couldn't go through with it". "So you did it to hurt me?" you asked in a pained tone that made Baekhyun so angry at himself.

He took a breath and looked down "I didn't want to hurt you but I did...I hurt you with my actions and there's no explaining that". "So what's to stop you doing that again?" you asked "what if you feel vulnerable or sad again and need some way to throw off that steam. Will you hurt me again?". Baekhyun shook his head coming closer "I can't promise I will never ever hurt you again but I can promise you that after seeing you sad and hurt because of me I never want to do that again and will do everything in my power to stop that from happening. I know it's hard for you to trust me and it will take time but I'm happy to wait as long as you need to see I'm telling the truth". "But why do you want to be with me?" you asked "you haven't given a single reason, how do you know this isn't just you feeling guilty?". "Because it's not!" he said "Y/n I can name an infinite number of reasons as to why I want to be with you. You've always been there for me and have cared for me more than family. I know I can always turn to you and out of all my friends, you were there waiting for me after my military enlistment, you wrote to me and replied to my letters, you got me through it but that's enough about what you've done for me, it's also about how you make me feel. I feel like I can be myself around you, you're one of the few people I can say that about and even when I'm at my lowest you make me feel normal. You make the world feel brighter and I feel like everything will be okay with you around. You're the funniest, kindest person I've ever met and I've always been attracted to you. That's why I suggested we sleep together that night...because I'd always wanted to and every night with you was so good" he sighed "Y/n you're the perfect girl. You're smart, caring, gorgeous, strong and know me better than anyone else but I love you because you're you" Baekhyun told you.

Baekhyun realised he was stood pretty close to you but didn't want to back away. He wanted you to see right into his eyes and see he meant every word. "If there's anything I can say or do to convince you..." he trailed off and you looked at him. You gently raised a hand to his cheek and focused on his face. Baekhyun stared back at you hoping you could see everything in him. "Y/n..." he started but you shushed him. You were quiet for a few seconds before you looked at him "I believe you". Baekhyun was so shocked that he thought he misheard you. "What?" he asked. "I said I believe you" you said again "and I'll take you if you're still offering". "Yes yes a thousand times yes!" Baekhyun cried kissing you.

When you pulled away Baekhyun realised you were crying and frowned. He quickly wiped away your tears and held your face in his hands "Y/n...what's wrong?". "Nothing just...you've never kissed me like that and that's how I know you mean it". Baekhyun shook his head "well I'm going to carry on kissing you like this forever".

Baekhyun lived up to his promise.

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yeolsaintlaurent · 10 months ago

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Crimson Veins, Midnight Flames ch.1 [BBH]

pairing - baekhyun x fem reader

genre - mature, smut, thriller

themes - Social Divide, Ambition and Privilege, Dark Desires, Identity and Self-Discovery, Love triangle, Sex, Mystery and Gothic Elements

Synopsis - Explore the intricate world of Oxford University, where Baekhyun, a scholarship student, intertwines with the wealthy elite led by Sehun Oh and Y/N Van der Bilt. Against the backdrop of seductive parties and concealed love, the tale unfolds at the grand Ivy Crest Estate in the picturesque town of Willowbrook. Here, secrets and power plays unravel, revealing a collision between societal expectations and personal truths, with gothic nuances weaving through the rich tapestry of privilege and deceit. This is where the heart of the story beats, echoing with the footsteps of characters entwined in a dance of love, betrayal, and hidden mysteries.

A/N - Hi my lovelies~ I am so so so excited to be sharing this new series with you guys. Ever since I watched Saltburn at the cinema, I had wanted to write a fic inspired by it. As always, let me know what you guys think about my new series. <3

Chapter 1: Freshman Impressions

The air at Oxford University was alive with anticipation as freshmen flooded the campus, eager faces filled with excitement and trepidation. Banners fluttered in the crisp autumn breeze, welcoming the newcomers to a journey of knowledge and self-discovery. The courtyards were abuzz with freshmen finding their way, guided by the hopeful energy that marked the beginning of their academic adventure.

Baekhyun, clad in his drab attire, navigated through the sea of unfamiliar faces with wide-eyed wonder. His jet-black hair, styled in an old-fashioned way, hinted at his reserved personality. The banners overhead welcomed the freshmen, but Baekhyun felt like a stranger in a foreign land, an outcast amidst the throngs of students who seemed to effortlessly find their place.

As he lugged his bags, Baekhyun's gaze wandered, taking in the vibrant atmosphere. He saw students with smiles that mirrored the banners' enthusiasm, groups forming friendships that would last a lifetime, and laughter that echoed through the courtyards. His introverted nature left him feeling like an observer on the fringe of a world that he yearned to belong to.

The first day unfolded like a whirlwind, a cascade of introductions, campus tours, and the overwhelming realization that the journey ahead was as daunting as it was promising. Baekhyun, however, found himself struggling to connect with anyone. Ignored and brushed off when seeking directions to his dormitory, he felt the weight of his scholarship status more acutely than ever.

Upon reaching his dorm room, Baekhyun peered out of the window overlooking the courtyard, a view that would become a daily spectacle. It was there, amidst the crowd, that he saw Y/N for the first time. Her uber fashionable outfit, designer bag and shoes, and captivating beauty drew his attention like a moth to a flame. She stood with her friends chatting away, a cigarette in hand, an embodiment of the privilege that seemed so distant from his own reality.

Despite the magnetic pull he felt toward Y/N, Baekhyun remained introverted and nervous. He watched her from a distance, his silent admiration painting a picture of unspoken desire. The window-sill overlooking the courtyard became his silent refuge, and Y/N's presence, a beacon of aspiration in his mundane world.

The University's welcome reception dinner, a grand affair filled with chatter and clinking cutlery, brought Baekhyun face-to-face with the stark realities of his social standing. Most seats were occupied, and the few attempts to find a place were met with dismissive glances. Eventually settling into a solitary spot, Baekhyun's solitude was interrupted by Chanyeol.

"Hey mate, mind if I sit here?" Chanyeol asked, already pulling out a chair opposite to him.

Baekhyun, surprised by the friendly gesture, nodded. "Uh, sure. Go ahead."

Chanyeol flashed a friendly grin as he settled into the chair. "I'm Chanyeol, Chanyeol Park. What's your major?"

"Baekhyun Byun," he replied, still adjusting to the social interaction. "Psychology."

"Sound choice!" Chanyeol exclaimed. "I'm going for Business Administration. Got big shoes to fill as the family heir and all that."

The grand hall echoed with the chatter of students, and the vibrant atmosphere contrasted with Baekhyun's more reserved demeanor. As Chanyeol animatedly shared stories, the world around Baekhyun seemed to fade into the background, and his undecipherable expressions spoke volumes.

Chanyeol, with his outgoing personality, remained oblivious to the intricacies playing out in Baekhyun's mind. The topic veered towards Y/N as Baekhyun's gaze occasionally flickered toward her table, a subtle yet persistent attraction that Chanyeol noticed with a knowing smirk.

"I see where your interests lie," Chanyeol teased, nudging Baekhyun with a playful grin. Baekhyun responded with a nonchalant shrug, but his expressions betrayed a depth of emotion that went beyond mere acknowledgment.

Leaning in conspiratorially, Chanyeol continued his narrative. "That one there, whispering sweet nothings in her ear? That's Sehun Oh. Summered in Spain together after sixth form, so they're practically inseparable now."

Chanyeol, always eager to share insights, revealed another layer to the story. "Sehun and I are good mates. Our fathers are business partners, and I've been a frequent guest at the Van der Bilt family galas at their estate," he confided in Baekhyun, unaware of the internal turmoil brewing within the quieter companion.

With each word, Chanyeol's extroverted energy almost felt like an intrusion for Baekhyun, who continued to listen to the endless stream of information about Sehun and Y/N. The dynamics between the trio unfolded in the narratives Chanyeol wove, and Baekhyun's expressions served as a silent canvas for emotions that ran deeper than the surface suggested.

Two weeks later :

The day of the first assessments arrived, and Baekhyun, armed with a sharp mind and a focused determination, emerged from the exam hall. The sun hung low in the sky, casting long shadows across the bustling courtyard. As the other students dispersed, Baekhyun, oblivious to the world around him, made his way to the nearest notice board. The anticipation of upcoming exams lingered, and he scrutinized the posted details for any schedule changes or possible rearrangements of exam halls.

Lost in the sea of information, Baekhyun suddenly became aware of a commotion nearby. A voice, soft but urgent, reached his ears, seeking a graphing calculator amidst the departing students. He hesitated, not wanting to be drawn into the social currents that flowed around him. The solitary pursuit of knowledge called to him, urging him to retreat to the quiet confines of his dorm room for a session of solitary reading.

A tap on his shoulder shattered his reverie, and Baekhyun turned, finding himself face-to-face with the very object of his admiration—Y/N. Time seemed to freeze, and he felt a strange mixture of elation and nervousness as she stood before him. Her flustered demeanor and earnest expression captivated him, momentarily blurring the lines between his introverted world and the vibrant social tapestry around him.

Y/N, with a hint of desperation in her voice, asked if he had a spare graphing calculator. She explained that she needed it for her upcoming exam and had forgotten her own. Baekhyun, still in the grip of surprise, felt his hands instinctively reaching into his corduroy messenger bag. Without uttering a word, he handed her the calculator, a simple yet profound act of kindness.

The transformation in Y/N's expression was instantaneous. Gratitude and happiness radiated from her as she clutched the calculator in her hands. In a burst of genuine emotion, she planted a quick but heartfelt kiss on Baekhyun's cheek, catching him completely off guard. Before he could fully comprehend the moment, she enveloped him in a warm hug, expressing her thanks.

"I'll get it back to you! Thank you so much!!" her voice echoed behind her as she sprinted towards her exam hall. Baekhyun stood there, frozen for a moment longer, the weight of the unexpected encounter lingering in the air. The courtyard resumed its rhythm, but for Baekhyun, a simple act of generosity had set in motion a chain of events of social dynamics and hidden desires.

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chu-diaries · 2 months ago

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140 days of productivity: day 34/140

Today I basically jumped from one warm place to another with my tablet to work or study under the blankets not only because it was cold, but also because I had cramps all day. My cats sat on my lap in every room of the house and gave me *that* look when I tried to change position or go out to get more water.

It was a pretty productive day (except for the part where I wanted to kill my accountant because she didn't know how to print a spreadsheet horizontally — seriously, I had a lot of cramps and was out of my mind).

I did more office work today and took some time after lunch to study the types of bori rituals in the Yoruba culture. I also started reading about the Yoruba cosmogony and their vision of how the world was created is so amazingly rich that I can't understand how people judged Yoruba culture (Benin, Togo and Nigeria) as poor and ignorant while at the same time praised Greek culture as having a special mythology and society. Well, actually I can understand. It’s called racism.

🩸: day 1/27 (apparently my cycles are 27 days long now)

💧: 1 L

🏋🏻‍♀️: 🚫

🏃🏻‍♀️: 🚫

🕯️: office work + customer service + social media management (7 h)

🪘: types of bori rituals + Yoruba cosmogony (1 h)

🇰🇷: 🚫

📚: I finished reading Life is not Useful by Ailton Krenak and now I need to find another book to read

🎧: woo - baekhyun

📺: 🚫

🛑: 🚫

💊: after three days without taking any vitamins or supplements I finally took them today 👍🏻

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baekhyunsbestie · 27 days ago

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──★ been away ˙📱 ̟ !!

baekhyun x f!reader 18+/MDNI | wc: 1.3k

ᯓᡣ𐭩 the first snap is innocent enough—a flirty selfie that plays up your best angles. your makeup is soft yet alluring and your hair is styled to frame your face just right. your eyes have that siren’s gleam, lashes long, cheeks touched with a delicate blush, lips glossy and curved into a teasing smirk, with a hint of mischief in your gaze. you don’t expect much—just a quick reply from baekhyun between schedules, a little something to bridge the distance.

minutes later, your phone pings with his reply: "you’re trouble, you know that?" paired with a selfie snapped on his flight to the next stop. he looks effortlessly devastating—his newly permed hair tousled just right, framing his bare face. one hand is lifted to his face, thumb resting just below his chin, a finger casually tracing his lips, capturing his natural charisma. a thrill ripples through you, lighting up every nerve. you can almost feel the pull of his gaze and the quiet smirk lurking behind that hand, his voice all but spilling through the screen in that one teasing line.

as the day ticks on, the pictures start to shift, each one a little bolder than the last. a glimpse of collarbone here, the hint of a bare shoulder there, the soft curve of your waist as the shirt slips a little lower. each image feels like a secret, a shared moment only for him, feeding the craving that’s been gnawing at you ever since he left. you’re missing him baaaaad, each day without him dragging, and you know he’s feeling it too.

you take one more snap—this time a shot of your thighs, bare and wrapped in the sheets, a hint of lace just visible where the fabric dips. when you send it, you imagine his reaction, maybe a groan slipping out, his hands itching to reach out and touch you.

and then finally, as the evening deepens, the light turning golden and soft, you send him the last photo: an image that leaves nothing to his imagination. the light catches your skin, every line and curve illuminated just for him. you wait, heart pounding, and within seconds his name flashes on your screen, a facetime call that you don’t hesitate to answer.

he looks incredible, soft strands falling over his forehead, his eyes already heavy-lidded and dark with longing. "there’s my girl," he murmurs, voice rich with warmth and relief, but there’s an unmistakable edge to it too—like he’s been holding back all day, just waiting to see you like this.

“hi,” you whisper, smiling shyly, your own heart thudding in your chest.

he tilts his head, lips curling into a smirk as he takes you in, his gaze roaming slowly, hungrily. “did you enjoy driving me fucking crazy all day, angel?” his voice drops, thick with desire, threaded with a frustrated edge. “you’ve had me on edge all day. do you know how hard it was for me to think straight with you sending me pictures like that?”

a thrill courses through you at the intensity in his eyes, that undeniable pull between you stretching even through the screen. you settle back on your bed, adjusting the camera so he has a better view, feeling his gaze burning through the screen.

“now, let me see you, angel,” he hums, barely holding back the need lacing his voice. you can’t resist, slipping out of your shirt, letting him drink in every inch. his sharp inhale is audible, his lips parting slightly, gaze unwavering. “so beautiful,” he breathes, almost to himself, his hand tracing over his own chest, slipping down.

“are you gonna show me, too?” you ask, voice a little shaky, your own hands moving slowly, teasing, tracing over your body as he watches.

his gaze locks onto yours, and with a slow smirk, he leans back, letting you see how hard he is, his fingers trailing over himself. “you don’t know what you do to me,” he whispers, voice filled with a delicious mix of frustration and desire as he wraps his hand around himself, moving slowly, matching your rhythm.

your hand slips lower, mirroring him, feeling every inch of his gaze as if he were right there beside you. "i wish these were your hands on me, baek," you speak gently, voice barely above a breath, and his head tips back, a groan slipping out as he matches your movements, a small tremor in his voice.

“i’d make you f-feel every fucking second of hah—how much i missed you,” his voice almost meek, eyes heavy with desire and focus. his hand tightens, mirroring the speed of your fingers. “if i was there, i’d have you right in my lap, making sure you felt exactly how much i need you. every. fucking. inch. of. me."

the way his gaze never leaves you, how he hangs on to every reaction, every slight movement you make, sends sparks through you. “b-baek… i hah—" a whimper escapes before you can hold it back, and he notices, his expression flickering with pride, his hand moving faster.

“keep going, pretty girl,” he encourages, voice thick and low, his breath catching as he watches you move, taking in every detail. “i need you so much nnghh—can almost feel you right here.”

a small whimper escapes you, and he catches it immediately, a slow, satisfied smirk spreading across his lips. “can’t wait to be home, angel. f-fuck. i’m gonna make ya say my name over and over,” he whispers, voice thick with promise, “until ya can’t say hah— anythin’ else.”

you let yourself get lost in him, moving in perfect sync, his voice guiding you closer and closer, every whispered praise bringing you closer to the edge. just when you’re both breathless, your eyes meet one more time, and his voice drops to a broken whisper.

“d'you know what i’m gonna hah—do when i get back? shit.” he breathes, his voice a low rasp that sends a tremor right through you. “i’m gonna make you pay for every single picture, every tease. ngh—i’ll make sure it stays with ya for days. i’m not letting ya outta our bed ‘till i’ve had my fill.” his words come rough and hungry, edged with desire. “with all that t-teasing, angel, we might not leave that bed for a whole week. you’ll be so damn full of me.”

you shiver at his tone, unable to stop the anticipation building in your chest. “is t-that a threat hah— or a promise?”

“oh, it’s both,” he murmurs, his voice low and commanding, laced with wicked intent.

the words hit you like a jolt, your hand moving faster as he groans, his eyes heavy on yours, breaths coming faster. “keep goin’, angel,” he urges, his own voice shaky now, his expression mirroring yours as he edges closer, barely holding himself together. “don’t h-hold back. fuckfuckfuck, i'm s'close. nngghh—i wanna see ya cum for me.”

the need in his voice sends you spiraling, and as you reach your breaking point, his name tumbles from your lips in a breathless moan, a sound that has him letting out a strangled gasp of his own. his head tilts back, jaw slack, and he breathes your name like a prayer as he shudders, his release following yours, both of you lost in the intensity of the moment.

when he catches his breath, his gaze returns to you, softer but no less intense. “just wait 'til i get home,” he mumbles, his voice filled with dark promise. “i’m not lettin’ ya outta my sight.” his brown eyes are warm, affectionate, but that hint of challenge remains, as if he’s already planning exactly how he’ll follow through on every delicious threat. and from the way he looks at you, you know you won’t stand a chance.

a/n: omg i’ve thought of this scenario sooooo many times lmfao. and honestly, facetiming is probs the only way i could picture a mutual masturbation sesh w/ baekhyun. like in person, he'd have ZERO patience—there’s just no chance he could keep his hands off you. the way he’d be watching you, eyes dark and unblinking, every second would push him closer to breaking. he’d be all taut, biting his lip, and his breaths would be heavy, barely keeping it together. through the screen, he has no choice but to stay in his lane, watching you fall apart for him, but you just know that if he were there, he wouldn’t make it TWO minutes without pulling you close and taking things into his own hands.

⤷ also, here’s a lil bonus 🤭 ‼️‼️‼️

ଘ(੭ˊᵕˋ)੭* masterlist ° ᡣ𐭩 .

#just a lil somethin till i finish peds!baek 🙂‍↕️#lisawrites #baekhyun x reader #baekhyun smut #baekhyun #baekhyun one shot #baekhyun fic #exo smut #exo one shot #exo fic #exo x reader

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doiefics · 1 year ago

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work can wait for other days

pairing: baekhyun x afab!reader

prologue: what could possibly surprise baekhyun more than discovering you at work on a typical day, but well, he's a gangster

genre: gangster!baekhyun + established relationship!au + fluff + crack

wordcount: 1,000

warnings: pregnancy + very slight violence

It was a typical Thursday, late in the morning. The commute was rather sluggish, but perhaps it was nothing compared to everyone's speed at work.

They were not to blame, for any exciting thing, no matter how small or big, was always distracting enough.

You see, the brainstorming process starts even before the work at hand is done and dusted, maybe like already drooling over that tiramisu for dessert when your plate barely has starters on it.

For the majority of people, it was a Friday's worth of waiting, but you were just as impatient and eager—but not because it was the weekend.

As you obstinately paced up and down the waiting area, you were fairly certain that you were irking the receptionist.

However, everything came to an abrupt stop even before the train of your flawless thoughts could reach the first junction.

It was "pretty loud for a hospital." You said these things to yourself in a low voice as you joined the other human meerkats, their necks reaching as far as they could and their minds unusually interested.

Your senses lately appear to be much more perceptive.

An array of about half a dozen black cars, quick in speed and quick to hit the breaks, creating those overwhelmingly annoying screeching sounds, were to be seen.

Accompanied by a ridiculous number of men, guns appeared like toys in whosr hands. The next thing you knew, the front glass at the hospital was shattered, and even though it was both chaotic and intimidating, you watched this without a look of worry on your face because you were used to witnessing similar happenings.

"What is he doing over here?" You weren't concerned until now, noticing a strangely familiar face amid the towering, intimidating, strong males.

Before he could even take off his charcoal black Ray Ban shades, more men were at the scene, dressed in suits and shining leather shoes, wrists with expensive timepieces, you see, like any of those other rich men.

"This wasn't needed, we already negotiated that with you." One of them started pleading and rubbing his hands in front of the Ray-Ban guy, but you knew him too well to be able to predict his next action.

He sighed. Dramatically.

"Would be a shame if some killings were to happen at a place like this." He cursed, rolling his eyes and glancing around the hospital. The receptionist, who was in the middle of making a phone call, suddenly halted the process at his gaze. He smirked.

Okay, now that was unnecessary.

The next thing you knew, he rolled the sleeves of his fancy blue shirt as his men basically yeeted away the other ones. You were sure more drama would ensue inside the closed chambers. Cliche power scenes like those in the movies.

"You really had to be here today, idiot!" You blurted it out, quietly, but not quite for the man's ear to miss it. The man would have been furious and snarky after hearing what you blurted out, but it all vanished at the sight of you. Considering that he was in the middle of attending to business, he was equally as astonished to see you here.

"Y/N?" He was perplexed. This was the time one could normally find you at work.

"Don't tell me you broke your phone again." You shook your head as his hands traced to his pockets, finding nothing but a severely cracked iPhone.

He signalled his men, with a flick of his fingers to continue with whatever they were here for. His eyes shifted like those of a five-year-old who just destroyed a pricey vase with his football as he turned back to face you.

"Don't give me that look." The scary man was scared of you.

To get the two of you to a more peaceful location quickly, you grabbed hold of his wrist. If you didn't, it wouldn't be long before gossip-hungry eyes began their customary camera recordings and active involvement on online forums. Picking up what seemed like a report from one of the desks. You had waited long enough.

"This isn't time for paperwork, why are you here?" The man was chatty as usual.

"I told you about this hospital and its trashy director last week, right? Tough time extracting my money back from him." He went on.

"I didn't want any guns involved in the first place." And he never stopped.

"Really has the balls to come and plead at my face when it has already been about-"

"Baekhyun can you not keep quiet for a second, at least?" In his habitual pout, he attempted to cram his head within the papers before you hastily closed them, overwhelmed with unfamiliar feelings.

"I just hope your children don't end up being as chatty as you are." You crossed your arms and made every effort to keep your face expressionless.

"Family planning all of a sudden?" Baekhyun was confused, again.

"You might be a big scary gangster or something, but did someone ever tell you you're just as dumb." You laughed at his bumbling expression.

"Wait!" His mouth was hanging wide, and his eyes were sparkling from the bliss he was experiencing. He simply wanted to be sure, and he wanted to be sure so much.

"Are we.." He stopped. "We're having a baby," As he drew his body nearer, his hands instinctively sought your stomach.

"Well, not just a baby." You raised your eyebrow.

"We're having twins?" He was basically screaming out of sheer joy.

"We are definitely not going to be quiet, right, guys?" He said as he bent down, placing a quick peck on your tummy.

"Don't worry, Mumma, you're gonna love us either way." He winked, standing up again, this time closer to your face, resting his forehead against yours.

Yet another rackety thud was to be heard, business was being taken care of properly. Baekhyun took a quick glance at the side.

"Maybe work can wait for some other day."

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astroyongie · 7 months ago

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Hii Yongie, can you do the romantic trope for EXO as well? Please 🥺

EXO Romantic Tropes

Junmyeon: Soulmates

Yixing: Rags to Riches

Minseok: Love Triangle

Baekhyun: Rescue Romance

Chanyeol: Forbidden Love

Jongdae: Mismatched Couple

Kyungsoo: Long Distance Romance

Jongin: Amnesia

Sehun: Love at First Sight

#EXO #EXO astrology #EXO headcanons #EXO imagines #EXO scenarios #EXO reactions

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bobohu4eva · 2 years ago

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Good to You - Part 1

Characters: Idol Baekhyun x Reader

Genre: Maid AU, fluff, smut

Warnings for this chapter: alcohol consumption

WC: 3.2k

A/N: Hiiiii! This is something I've been working on for a while and now that its finally close to completion I decided to start uploading! Let me know what you think, and if you'd like to be tagged in future chapters, which will be up in the next few weeks!

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“Byun Baekhyun…” You read the name on the paper, and then you read it again to make sure you’d seen correctly.

The paper you held was from the company you worked for, a company that specialized in cooking and cleaning services, usually for rich families. A few times you’d been sent to the homes of prominent families whose names you recognized, but when you saw his name, you almost couldn’t believe it.

This was Byun Baekhyun, the idol singer. In all your time working at the company you’d never been sent to the home of a celebrity. And although you wouldn't exactly consider yourself a fan, you knew and enjoyed a lot of his music and were still a bit nervous to meet him.

When the day came for you to go, you made sure you were at your best. You were only going to his lavish apartment for a typical day of work, for all you knew, he might not even be there with how busy his schedule must be. However when you knocked on the door, it was him who opened it and let you into his home.

“Hi, you must be y/n right?” He asked, smiling at you as you walked in, looking around his apartment.

You quickly nodded, “Yes, the company told me that you wanted someone to prepare a few meals and do a deep clean, correct?”

You did your best to act professional but this was your first time meeting someone like him, and he was even more beautiful in person than he was in photos and on TV and it was a bit difficult for you to think straight. You also immediately noticed the state of his apartment. It wasn’t dirty, but it was also very clear that he was someone who didn’t have the time to cook and clean like most people. There were quite a few takeout containers you could see, and it was obvious that it had been a while since someone had properly cleaned up. You had quite a day ahead of you.

“Yes!” He answered. “I’ve been really busy lately, and it’s been hard to find time to get groceries, cook, clean, all that. And I suck at cooking anyways, so I thought it could be good for me to hire someone to help. Just no cucumbers please, I really really hate cucumbers.”

The face he made while he said it pulled a giggle out of you. You weren't sure what you expected going into this, but he seemed like a nice guy.

You hadn’t been told anything about getting groceries, so you gave him a bit of a concerned look, but he seemed to catch on right away.

“Here’s my card, for the groceries.” He said, handing you the black piece of plastic. “I know it isn’t really a part of your job description, but could you do that for me? It’s just that it’s a bit difficult, going out and whatnot…”

You knew what he meant, and you smiled. “Don’t worry about it, it's no big deal. I’ll leave the receipt on the table for you?”

He nodded, “I have to get going, but I’ll be back before your shift is done. Thank you again.”

You had to catch yourself when you realized how hard you were smiling and blushing at his words. He hadn’t even said anything that was worth getting so shy over. He was just so pretty and seemed so nice.

Once he was gone you got to work, starting with all the takeout containers strewn around the apartment. You threw them out, and when you looked into his fridge you understood why he needed someone to get groceries for him. All you saw were more takeout boxes, some soda, and a few condiments.

You went room to room, doing whatever you could to make things nice and clean and tidy for him. He didn’t appear to care much for pricy decor, with most rooms only containing the necessities. The most expensive room in the apartment by far must’ve been the one with his PC setup. He definitely seemed to like his video games. You made sure to put extra effort into organizing the mess of cables and getting rid of all the dust covering his fancy computer.

The more you looked around the more it surprised you how down to earth he seemed. The place was nice, quite big with floor to ceiling windows facing the river, but it didn’t feel nearly as lavish as most of the homes you went to for work. Baekhyun didn’t seem to care for anything showy or opulent. The only thing you found that came close were a few plaques from his record label congratulating his solo success, but even those were humbly sitting on his bedroom floor, leaned against the blank wall. You weren’t sure what you expected from someone like him, but you were definitely surprised to say the least.

When the time came to get groceries, you tried to go for popular and healthy Korean dishes, and things you could make a lot of at once and easily store to be heated up later. You even found yourself googling foods he likes, and threw in a few nice looking cartons of strawberries for good measure.

Back at his apartment you got to work preparing some of the food. You chopped up the strawberries, putting some into a nice bowl on the dining room table, and when you were almost done with what you were cooking you heard the door open as he walked back into his home.

You blushed at how pleased he seemed to be with your work. He smiled as soon as he saw what his apartment looked like, complimenting you almost immediately.

“I really can’t thank you enough, this place hasn’t looked this nice in a while, and the food smells amazing. I don’t know why I didn’t do this earlier.”

You found it difficult to answer him, not wanting to make a fool of yourself in front of someone as gorgeous as him. You simply spoke a few small “thank you”s as you got all his food arranged nicely before bringing it to him.

You were about to leave when he asked you to sit down with him, thanking you again for your work and telling you how wonderful the meal was. You didn’t object, he seemed so sweet that you found yourself excited to stay there with him a little longer, even though it was technically still work. You found it a little disappointing that your time with him was coming to an end anyway, he’d been a joy to work for.

“Could you come and do this more often? I know it's supposed to be a one time thing but it would be so helpful for me to have someone to help with this kind of stuff regularly.”

“Oh, well you could just book weekly services but they would probably send someone else.”

“Could I not request for them to send you or something?”

“I’m not sure, since we don’t really do regular services I don’t know how that would work.”

He pouted a little, “I’ll call tomorrow. In case they can’t help me, can I have your phone number? I’d feel a lot more comfortable making this a regular thing with someone I know I can trust.”

You nodded, and he handed you his phone to put in your number.

It felt weird giving your phone number to someone like him. Of course this arrangement was strictly professional, but the idea of him wanting you back in his home more often was daunting nonetheless. When you first saw his name on that paper you definitely never thought you’d be seeing him more than once.

As soon as you handed the phone back to him he sent you a text. A strawberry emoji. You tried not to blush and smile too hard again.

Before sleeping that night you thought a lot about him, and you wondered where this might take you. If he really did want you in his home regularly, you were going to have to set up some hard emotional walls because you knew that without them, you’d only get yourself hurt in the end. Falling for someone like him was too foolish and too easy.

When you woke up the next morning there was a text from him waiting for you.

“I called the company, but they just recommended a different company that does weekly visits. I know it’s a lot to ask, but if you’d be interested in working for me independently, I’d be sure to make it worth your time.”

You asked him about the details, how much he was willing to pay, how often he wanted you there, and what responsibilities you’d need to fulfill, and in the end you couldn’t say no. Aside from the grocery shopping he didn’t expect any more of you than the company did, and he was willing to pay you quite a bit more, and in cash.

So, you agreed to basically be his new housekeeper, long term. Living in Seoul as a single woman wasn’t always easy, and this new job, despite how intimidating it was, was too good to pass up. You’d get to work less, and finally have some of the extra money you’d been yearning for. Maybe after your first few shifts you’d even be able to take yourself on a little shopping spree. You were thankful that you’d been the one sent to his home the day prior, and you were proud of yourself for doing such a good job that he wanted to keep you around. He was so much nicer than most of the customers the company gave you, too.

Your next few shifts with him went more or less the same as the first had. He just needed you to do the same basic household chores he didn’t have time for, and he usually wasn’t there while you worked anyway. He even gave you a spare key.

When he was there, he was always very sweet to you. He made it clear that he wanted you to feel comfortable there, and he usually did a good job of putting you at ease. He just seemed like the kind of person who always knew what to say to lighten the mood.

It was still hard not to feel shy though. It had been a while since a man as beautiful as him had shown you such kindness, and you had to try your best to keep your emotions at bay. No matter how kind and considerate and handsome he was, he was still your boss.

This made it all the more difficult when at the end of your fourth day, he insisted that you sit down and have dinner with him.

“Do you have any plans for your days off?” He asked, pouring you a glass of wine.

You hadn’t had any alcohol in months but you didn’t want to tell him no.

“Well… I might do some shopping, it’s been a while since I’ve had any extra money to spend.” You responded, voice quiet and shaky.

Why did it have to feel so impossible to talk to him? It had been so long since you’d sat at dinner with a man, and now with Baekhyun sitting across from you, you were starting to feel overwhelmed. He was so handsome and sweet, it almost felt unfair to have to be around him so much without getting to touch. You took a big drink of your wine.

Baekhyun smiled at your words, watching as he swirled the wine in his glass.

“You know the reason I decided to hire you privately right? Having random strangers coming to my home all the time means more people who could sell my address, or other personal information. I was honestly nervous enough when you came the first time. But I’m really glad that it worked out so well with you. You’re an enormous help, really.”

He’d started talking with his eyes still fixed on the wine in his glass, but as he spoke they shifted to you.

You stayed quiet for an embarrassing amount of time, not quite sure what to say back. You also couldn’t help but notice the slight stain the wine had left on his lips. They were perfectly pink, and so pretty. They looked so soft, too. You found yourself wondering what it would be like to kiss him. With those lips, he must be an excellent kisser.

“Y/n?”

“Sorry!” You tried to snap yourself out of it, realizing just how obvious it was that you were staring. He let out a soft chuckle. He must be used to this, seeing women get all flustered around him. “I’m just really tired…” you lied, still trying to play off your moment of weakness.

He gave you a concerned look. “Sorry if I’m keeping you late, you can head home if you’d like, I just thought it would be nice for you to be able to eat some of the food you’re always preparing here.”

“No it’s okay!” You quickly blurted out, immediately regretting how desperate you sounded. “I mean, it’s fine, really. This is nicer than my place anyway, and you’re right about the food.”

You focused your attention back on the bowl of stir fried pork in front of you, fearing that you’d lose your last string of sanity if you started staring at his stupidly perfect face again. You didn’t need that kind of embarrassment.

“You don’t have to be shy.” He said, and you immediately went red. Of course you were shy, when he looked and acted the way he did. “I’d like it if we could get to know each other better, if that would make things easier for you.”

You couldn’t help but smile down at your food as his words reached you. You’d like to get to know him better too, but was that really a good idea?

“I don’t know…”

“I promise I don’t bite.” He said softly, dipping his head down to once again catch your eyes. “I just want you to feel comfortable here.”

Baekhyun already found you quite endearing. He realized that it was probably just who he was that made you shy, but he still hated for you to seem so uncomfortable in his home when he was around. He figured if this was going to be a long term thing, it would be best to get comfortable with one another. Baekhyun was the kind of person who hates awkwardness, and he definitely didn’t want that in his home. And you were sweet, so he made you a proposition.

“How about we have meals together more often? It gets a bit lonely here anyway, if I’m home while you’re still here we could sit and eat together, so you get some time to sit down and relax too.”

You wished you could hide the redness of your face as you felt how your cheeks burned in response to him. He was making this very difficult for you.

“Okay.” You said quietly, and your eyes shot to your wine glass when you saw Baekhyun start to refill it. “Oh- Um, I don’t want to be rude, but I hardly drink, and I’ve already had a glass and still need to get home.”

Baekhyun immediately stopped, “Sorry, you don’t have to drink it. I could order you a car to get home though, or I could drive you, I’ve only had half a glass. I just thought it might help you relax, I don’t want you to be uncomfortable here all the time, just because you work for me doesn’t mean we can’t talk or be friendly, right?”

“I guess that’s true…”

“So is there anything you’d like to know about me? Anything at all?”

He was leaning towards you now, looking at you expectantly and you once again thought that your brain might shut down. To avoid another terribly awkward silence, you blurted out the first thing that came to mind. He did say that you could ask anything, after all.

“So being an idol, that’s a lot of work right? Do you like it?”

He let out a light chuckle, and you realized what lengths you would go to if it meant you got to see him smiling like that again.

“Yeah, it can be a lot, back to back schedules get really exhausting, not to mention touring and all that, but I also can’t imagine anything more rewarding.”

You finally let your eyes meet his and he gave you a small smile before continuing.

“I could get into that but I’d probably just sound like a self absorbed asshole so I’ll spare you, but you know how fans of idol groups are. I probably don’t deserve even half of all that love and devotion but it’s still nice to see, you know?”

From the time you’d spent with him so far, you could actually understand very well why so many people loved him so much. He seemed like a genuinely sweet guy, not to mention his undeniable gifts when it came to singing and dancing.

“I think you deserve it.”

Baekhyun cracked a small smile and he watched the wine swirl in his glass once again. “Yeah?”

“I mean why not? You’re great at singing, dancing, all that, and from what I can tell you’re a good guy outside of all that too.”

He was still smiling down into his glass of wine, but this time you swore you saw his cheeks turn a lovely shade of pink. He let out a breath in amusement at your words, and you realized that he wasn’t looking up, trying to catch your eyes like he usually would. Somehow, he seemed to be the shy one now. It didn’t make sense to you how someone like him could become so shy at such a compliment, and from little old you, but it had a flood of emotions running through you regardless. You couldn’t remember the last time you’d felt this way, like a silly teenager. Madly infatuated with the cutest boy in school. Only this wasn’t just some boy, this was a man so beautiful, so lovely, so perfect, that of course he had to be completely unattainable. Yet here you were, as he bashfully gazed down into his glass, pink cheeked at your kind words.

You saw his head tip down a bit further, and his eyes briefly screwed shut as well. He smiled for a brief second, more to himself than to you, but you noticed nevertheless.

“I really appreciate that, especially coming from you.” He said, once his eyes met yours again.

You felt your heart rate pick up a little. Even something as simple as that, was enough to make you feel that lovely giddy feeling in your chest.

You were so fucked

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