#shadyshannasbirthslay

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Permanence - Part 1/3

Happy Birthday @kpopfanfictrash !! Here is my gift to you as part of #shadyshannasbirthSLAY week!!!!!! P.S. It's a 2 parter!

Exo Fanfiction

Pairing: Baekhyun x Female Reader

Warnings: Explicit Language 

‘WHAT THE FUCK!"

This was the final straw, that asshole had parked in your space for the last time. You positioned your car across the space to block them in, you were done playing nice. You wanted to know who this punk was and give them a piece of your mind.

This had been happening on and off for the last three weeks and you were at breaking point, you'd left notes that have gotten increasingly passive-aggressive which you always found thrown on the ground. You even tried to wait for the owner to return to the vehicle (and fell asleep in your car during the stakeout). You had finally reached your breaking point.

But now you've got them; if you parked in front of the culprit’s vehicle they had two options. One: Come to you to let them out. Or two: wait for you to move your car. Yes, that should work.

You hopped up the stairs to your apartment that evening feeling smug. You helped yourself to an extra large glass of red wine that night as a reward for your genius.

The next morning, you woke up and sprung out of bed at your first alarm, no one knocked on your door last night to ask you to move your car. You quickly got ready for work and made your way down to the parking lot.

"What the hell..." you cursed. The car was gone, your car was still parked across how you left it, blocking the space. How the fuck?

"Good morning Y/N!" shouted your neighbour Jimin from the other side of the lot. "Interesting parking strategy you have there, should probably try and park in the space"

He sends you a wink as he strolls past you to his parking spot next to yours.

You huff.

"I didn't do this on purpose, some asshole was in my spot when I got home and I thought blocking them in would mean I'd at least figure out who it was." You rounded on him quickly, "Did you let them out!?"

Jimin flinched at your interrogation, you knew he found you slightly intimidating and you’d always found this slightly amusing.

He held his hands up in surrender "I haven't moved my car since I got back last night, which was about 10ish and there was no car in your space princess."

You scoffed loudly and rolled your eyes."Don't call me that, you sound creepy" you hissed back.But you were satisfied with his answer. 

If he didn't let him out, then who did? You looked at the other spot next to yours. You knew it belonged to an old lady who lived on your floor but she didn't do much driving anymore.

You went to work puzzled, a small part of you hoped they would just stop and you wouldn’t have to pursue this further, but you also knew you weren’t that lucky.

As your work day picked up you quickly forgot about the parking nuisance and dove into the day. 5 pm rolled around again and you packed up quickly today to make sure you left on time.

You drove back as fast as you could (within the legal speed limit), the closer you got to your apartment the more you felt your annoyance rise. You pulled around the street and turned into the car park.

“MOTHERFUCKER” you slammed your fists on your steering wheel and nearly had a heart attack when you blared your own horn. Enough is enough!

You parked in an empty visitors space at the other end of the parking lot and stomped angrily over to the jackasses vehicle. It was a red Mercedes 450, a soft top. It was in mint condition and it pretty much screamed pretentious fuck boy.

You felt impulsive and angry, you were tired and had definitely had enough of these games. You reached into your bag and pulled out a sharpie…

You collapsed onto your sofa shortly after and smirked, you couldn’t catch the space stealer but at least you managed to exact some form of revenge. It was finally Friday night and you fully intended to spend it stuffing your face with Chinese and binge-watching Netflix but just as you opened the takeout app you got a message from some of your friends to meet them at your favourite club for some drinks.

It took you about five seconds to contemplate your options but after the week you've had, you definitely needed some wine, maybe something stronger. Forty-five minutes later and you were ready. You had chosen a cute but simple black turtle neck sleeveless dress, it clung to your body in all the right places and cut off at mid thigh. Your hair was styled to fall in soft waves down your back and you applied your makeup opting for something a bit stronger than your usual day look, accentuating your eyes and making sure your brows were on point. You finished off the look with your comfiest pair of heels and a swipe of your favourite lip shade.

Ten minutes (and an uber) later you’d arrived at the club, you sat down and gazed at the selection of cocktails and shots laid out in wait.

You raised your brow to your friends "Rough week too?"

A shot was shoved into your hand by your friend Nicole in response and you shrugged gesturing to your friends before knocking it back with ease. The night continued in a blur of drinking games and shots. You couldn't stop laughing as your friend Kat acted out a dare to chat up a guy, the catch was she could only speak to him in French. She did surprisingly well and had charmed a tall handsome stranger at the bar, his ears were a little on the large side but he was still cute.

You were suddenly dragged onto the dancefloor by Fallon and Tiffany. You all faced off in a dork dance off that left you in stitches; you were crowned as the winner. As the music shifted tracks and more bodies filled the dance floor your circle started to expand out slightly. You spotted Tiff dancing with a muscular blonde who seemed to have a habit of flexing his arms to the music. You suppressed an eye roll. Up ahead Fallon was grinding with a tall guy in a leather jacket, his hair was pushed back and was that a lip ring glinting in the light?

‘Get that dick my hoes’ you thought to yourself and smirked.

The song shifted to something slower, it was almost sensual with a heavier bass line. You flipped your hair over one shoulder and threw your arms above your head. You definitely felt tipsy and allowed yourself to fall into a trance as you swayed your hips to the rhythm of the music. The dance floor was pretty crowded now but you were startled when out of nowhere unfamiliar hands ghosted up your sides.

"Care to dance with me doll?" There was a playful tone in his voice as he whispered in your ear. You spun around to face the handsy stranger.

He wasn't much taller than you but his shoulders were broad, his shirt was unbuttoned enough to make out the shape of well defined pectoral muscles and you wondered what else was under it. Your eyes wandered up until they met his, chocolate brown with a mischievous glint. His features were delicate but well defined - basically, he was hot.

You watched as his eyes raked over your body, his head tilting sideways and a pleased smirk plastered across his face. You, however, had now noticed something very prominent about his appearance and you snorted.

"I thought mullets went out of fashion in the 80's" you called over the music.

He chuckled at your words and stepped further into your personal space, there were only a couple of centimetres between your bodies now.

"Well I think it looks pretty good and judging by the way you're staring doll, I'd dare say you like what you see too"

You were sure it was just the fact you were slightly buzzed and it had been a while since you had gotten laid but for whatever reason, his body language and cocky attitude had ignited something inside you.

'Fuck it, just go for it'  flashed in your mind.

So you grabbed a fistful of his shirt and smashed your mouth against his.

You feel him jump in surprise when your lips make contact but he quickly recovers and presses his body harder against yours. His hand wrapping firmly around your waist while the other trails down to cup your ass earning a muffled groan from your lips. You pull back from the heated exchange hands still fisted in his shirt.

“I’m Y/N by the way and I only live around the block if you want to get out of here”

You’re still slightly out of breath from the force of the kiss and your head is spinning.What were you saying? You had just met the guy and you didn’t even know his name. 

He looks back at you, eyebrows raised in surprise, he bites his lip as you watch him consider your proposition - fuck, he looks hot when he does that.

“The names Baekhyun, and as much as I’d love to get you out of this club and out of that dress, I think you’ve had one too many margaritas” He sighs running a hand through his hair.

Now you were the surprised one, he thinks you’re wasted. You step back for some breathing space and pull your phone out of your bra, earning a questioning glance from him as you look at the time.

“Actually my last drink was over 2 hours ago” you announce.

You weren’t tipsy anymore.

You want him.

You step forward and wrap your arms confidently around his neck, watching as his eyes darken.

“Then what are we still doing here” he murmurs leaning forward to capture your lips.

A/N: annnd thats the end of part one! Special shout out to @rudeboywonho for being my beta on this! 

PART TWO TO COME!! (hopefully tomorrow)

[praisekinkchenanon]

Up In Flames.

Wow, I’m late I was supposed to post this <onday and now it’s basally Friday. I can’t thank @the-porcelain-doll-xo and @igot7bangtanbaes enough for helping me with this. Literally the best humans ever.

Now without further ado, this one is for you @kpopfanfictrash , I hope you’ve had the best birthday week. This is a 3 part fic and I hope it brings you as much pain reading it as it did me writing it. If things go as planned tomorrow (Later today) Ch 2 and then Saturday the final Chapter. You are amazing happy birthday love.

Pairing: OC X Baekhyun, OC X Jongin Genre: Angst (NSFW) Word Count: 2400 ish

Ch. 2

Credit for the Mood Board goes to @baebae-goodnight , another master piece.

The first sign that today is going to be a bad day is the feeling of the sun burning through your eyelids the moment you wake up. If the sun is streaming into your eyes, then you know you aren’t in your own bed. “Please don’t be Baekhyun. Please don’t be…” You open your eyes only for them to land on the all too familiar lamp and bedside table.

“Shit,” you mumble.

“Good morning to you too,” Baekhyun hums as he wraps his arms around you and pulls you into his chest. He starts kissing the back of your shoulder as he continues to speak. “Still tired? Or are you ready for another round?” You can’t help but shiver whenever his lips touch your skin. Every brush of his skin on yours leaves a wake of goosebumps.

“Baekhyun, we have to stop this. I can’t keep waking up here.” You sigh, trying not to get washed up in the whirlpool of his touch. “I’ve heard that before, and yet every time it has been you that seeks me out,” he counters. “I know, but this is the last time.” This time for sure, you think. “It’s wrong of me Baekhyun. I’m your TA.” “Why? It’s not like I’m doing this for the grade. I’m failing anyway, so no one will ever accuse you of sleeping with me in exchange for grades. Besides Miss Y/L/N,” he pauses to lightly bite your shoulder, eliciting a quiet gasp from your lips. “I do it for that sound. It’s my favorite. Any sound you make is beautiful,” he finishes and then goes back to kissing your shoulders and back.

Breaking free from his grasp you pull the sheets and stand, looking down on him still on the bed. “This isn’t some joke Baekhyun. We could get into so much trouble for this. It was my fault it’s gone on this long.” You try and sound authoritative, but it’s all lost by the image of you trying to cover your naked body with the thin sheet. “I don’t regret anything. How this started. Where we’ve ended up. You like to call me a ‘fuck boy’, and I’ll admit to being one most of the time, but not with you.” He stands up and walks towards you, and you back up with each step until your back hits the wall of his apartment. It’s there that he traps you between his arms. “I know at first I took advantage of the situation, but we both agreed. It was a purely physical thing. That was fine with me, another square off of the bingo board. TA, check,” his hands slowly moved from the wall to cup your face. “But then I fell in love with you, and I plan to make you mine. If that means having to wait for you every weekend to come find me in the club, bar or for you to show up here, I'm fine with that. At the end of the day you come to me, and for those fleeting hours you are mine, and I'm all yours." "You don't own me," is the only thing you can think to say.

"You're right," He chuckles. "And I wouldn't want to really. I just want you to call me yours in the sense that I'm the person you share everything with. Your bed, your dreams. Most importantly your heart. I'll do anything to make it happen-even sneaking around. Coming out in the dead of night to warm your bed. I'll drop that class right now if it means I can hold your hand in public. It's not like I need the folklore class. I have enough credits. I just did it to get a new pool of girls for the Bingo Game the boys have going." You can see and feel him closing in, you know he's going in for a kiss, only he stops just shy of touching your lips. "Now that I'm not playing bingo anymore, I've set my sights on a better prize: Winning your heart." Then you feel his lips press onto yours. It's soft and slow, and you can feel how much he wants you with it. When he breaks the kiss, he rests his forehead on yours. "So, what do you think?" "I think I need to leave," you say as you brush past him. The less you stare, the less chance you have to be drawn in by his naked form. You hurry around the room throwing on your discarded clothes that litter the floor.

You can feel him watching as you hurry and stuff yourself back into your skimpy dress, underwear, and shoes. You don't know where your bra ended up, but it would have to be abandoned. You hurry out of his bedroom and just as you are about to head out the front door you hear him call out, "I’ll see you in class tomorrow, Miss Y/L/N, and I'll just be thinking about how pretty you were riding my dick last night. " You felt your body flush red. You hated the control he had over you. What right did he have? You couldn't stand there in the doorway any longer. You rushed out slamming the door behind you and continued down the hall hoping to catch the elevator without being seen. Luck was not on your side. If you ignored the packed elevator and just pretend you weren’t in the middle of a "walk of shame" and could just make it to your apartment, you would be fine.

The one good thing about sleeping with Baekhyun was that he lived fairly close to your apartment. You wouldn’t have long to go to reach your place, then you could wash off the mistakes from last night. "Have fun with Baek last night?" a voice asks, breaking the silence of the elevator. You let it hang there, ignoring it you hope the doors open soon and you can escape. You know exactly who the voice belongs to, but you won't give him the opportunity to embarrass you. Finally, the door dings open, and you rush out. Only the man follows. "Oh come on, Y/N," he says as he easily catches up to you. "Fuck off, Jongin." You say as you wait at the crosswalk, tapping your foot in a futile attempt to make time go faster. "Oh come on, it's not like we all don't know. He's not subtle. He's not even playing Bingo with us, and he was winning. So come on Y/N, what is it about you that's so great that you’ve got Baekhyun wrapped up in between your legs." At this point, you grow tired of waiting for the crosswalk light and run once it’s clear enough. He, unfortunately, follows you across the road and down the street. Constantly calling you to give him an answer. Fed up, you stop and turn to face him.

"I don't know, asshole, and I want it to end. Baekhyun has this weird magnetism about him, and I can’t help but subconsciously look for him when I get drunk. I don't even know what it is, but it's wrong, and it needs to stop. So go, take your friend back and get him to leave me alone." You turn around and stomp away. Praying that he doesn't follow, you think you're fine until he grabs your arm and pulls you around to face him. "If you are done with Baek, care to take me for a test ride?" You couldn't believe your eyes when you see him wink. What kind of scumbag says that and winks. "You're disgusting, Jongin," You rip your arm out of his grasp "I'd rather have a root canal than sleep with you." "Well if you want to play dent-." "Again, disgusting,” you interrupt and yank your arm from his grasp. “And what's worse is you trying to pick up Baekhyun's leftovers. Some friend you are." You try and walk away again, only to find yourself being trapped for a second time that day against a wall. "What part of no don't you get," you say as you try and shove him.

"One last thing then I promise to let you go, for today at least,” he says as he leans in, his lips caressing your ear as he speaks. “Just think about that night you got stood up. Baekhyun wasn't the only one there comforting you. I was there too. I got up from the table to get you something to drink only to come back to an empty booth. You should have gone home with me. I would have treated you right." You don't respond as you duck under his arms and just walk away. You're tired and want this day to end, even if it's only 10:50. "Just think about it Y/N, at least you aren't my TA!" He yells at you. It stings, the truth of it all. If you were going to sleep with an undergrad at least you could try and go for someone who isn’t in the class you TA.

When you finally get home, you tear off your dress. It feels crusty. Is it from sweat, or did you do something you'd much rather not remember in it? You choose not to think too hard about it and instead head to run yourself a bath. Once it's filled enough you drop in a bath bomb, and as it fizzes you watch the colours dance while the scent fills the room. Lavender and sandalwood fill your nostrils as you slide your body into the bathtub. Sink further into the tub you think about the words Jongin said, and your mind wanders back two months to that night.

When you were supposed to meet up with someone your friend had set you up with, and while it was supposed to be a blind date you knew what he looked like. Your friend had shown you his photo, so there was no mistaking him walking into the restaurant, seeing you and then walking out. At first, you couldn't believe it. Maybe he forgot something and was coming back. You were right on time, but being 5 minutes late wouldn’t have been a big deal.

Or that’s what you told yourself until your friend texted you saying he was sick and wouldn’t make it. Obviously, he had seen you and didn’t like what he saw. This led to many drinks and then to you ending up at the club close to the school. Usually, you went to the one the younger students didn’t frequent, but tonight you wanted to just get plastered, and it was closer. That was your first mistake. Somehow throughout the night, you were sandwiched between Baekhyun and Jongin.The rest gets fuzzy. All you know is that you woke up at Baekhyun’s place, not remembering anything. Which he felt insulted by and proceeded to “show you what you missed” for the rest of the morning.

That morning still runs vividly in your memory. It’s part of what has propelled you back every weekend for the last 2 months. A shiver runs down your spine every time you think of how perfect he seems to fill you up. How he never fails to get you to orgasms at least twice in a night. He could have you begging on your knees to suck him off, but this all had to end. You were his TA. Not only could you get in trouble, but so could he.

“But what about the way he almost always makes you laugh when you are sad,” your brain counters. “Or the times he makes you breakfast when you don’t run away in the mornings. Or the day after you were stood up  he took you to paint ball because you were upset.”

You shake your head to rid yourself of these thoughts.

No more, you decided. This was it.

Y/N: I mean it this time, Baekhyun. No more. We’re done. I’m throwing the liquor away, and I’m deleting your number. You should do the same.

Baekhyun: Don’t worry, I’ll make sure to be home this weekend when your resolve fails. ;)

Y/N: I mean it this time and tell Jongin he can stay away too.

Baekhyun: Wait, what did Jongin do?

“Shit,” you mumbled. Now you’ve done it. So, he really didn’t know about Jongin. Well, it’s better he knows that he has such a scummy friend.

Baekhyun: I didn’t think he was serious when he said he would go after you, what did he do?

So maybe he did know. Either way, this wasn’t your problem anymore. You turned your phone to silent and decided you’d deal with this all later.

Finishing your bath, you got up and checked the time: 12:30. You’d spent way too long in the bath. Now you needed to eat and catch up on your work for tomorrow. You spent the rest of your Sunday in this manner: School and TA work, eventually managing to finish everything by 12:48. A perfectly respectable time to sleep. Feeling exhausted, you crawl under your sheets and hope tomorrow will be a better day. Grabbing your phone from off the bedside table, you noticed all the text you’d missed, but there was another number that you didn’t recognize in the mix. Ignoring the texts from Baekhyun, you open the unknown number.

Unknown: Y/N, it’s Jongin. It’s 12:01, a new day. See, I keep my promises. Don’t think that just because you told Baek on me that will deter me. I stole your number from his phone by the way. I’ll see you tomorrow ;)

“Fuck,” you whispered out loud. Why was this happening to you? The only silver lining was that at least one of them wasn’t in the class you were a TA for. With that thought, you drifted off to sleep, praying for a better day.

Ch.2

[imdifferentshadesofpurple]

Stage.

A very happy birthday week to one of the loves of my life @kpopfanfictrash. I got to see her at KCON which then may or may not have sparked this little thing. I know your birthday was Monday but I still feel blessed af for your existence and our friendship aka where you cause me pain with things like Taehyung and Jimin and Baekhyun and JJP even though I try to stay loyal to Mork. True friendship. I love you fiercely and without any regret. xoxo

The stadium is emptying, the fans slowly trickling out now that the weekend is over. You’re still on the steps of your section, orders from Katherine to stay put keeping you rooted in your spot. One of the ushers is wondering what you’re doing, everyone was exiting excitedly, yet here you still were. 

You lean against the gray railing, watching the last of the confetti fall slowly from where they were stashed away above somewhere in the rafters of the ceiling. You exhale quietly, the quick pace of the day starting to slow down now that it was all over. 

Your phone dings quickly, a message from Katherine filling the screen, letting you know she had located Mo and dragged her to the bathroom before they both would head back towards you.

Stay put or else, the text read.

Chuckling under your breath, you sit, propping your legs up while you waited to your friends to show up. Humming to pass the time, you let your eyes scan the rest of the Staples Center as it starts to quiet. 

“Not bad,” a voice says from behind you.

You turn in your seat to find Park Jinyoung a row up, dressed in something more casual with his hands in his pockets. You can feel your cheeks heat up, just the mere sight of him causing your entire central nervous system to shut down. You spring up and out of the seat, back hitting the railing hard as you try to put distance between the both of you. 

You wince but try to keep your expression hidden, hand coming to rub the sore spot in your side. He does in fact notice, coming down the steps with furrowed brows.��“Are you alright?”

You nod, “Yes, of course. Sorry you just...surprised me. I don’t usually...”

He smirks, “Hum in empty stadiums?”

You scoff playfully, “I hum in empty stadiums all the time. It’s a hobby I like to keep to myself. But now you’ve heard me and I can’t have that.”

“When you kill me, will it be swift? You’ll need to make a clean getaway and the guards sweep the place in about five minutes.”

“Not a problem, my friends are waiting in the car to whisk me away.”

He laughs, eye whiskers causing your heart to thud heavily in your chest. You’re unsure of what’s happening, if in the time you were waiting, you had fallen asleep and were now dreaming. 

Because there was no way this was real, no way that Jinyoung was in front of you at this very moment. 

That worried look passes his face again and he steps closer, “Are you sure you’re alright?” A hand reaches out, as if he was going to touch you and cause your heart to truly give out. You don’t know why but you push further into the railing, as if you wanted to put as much distance between the two of you as possible. He notices your shift and retracts his hand, smiling tightly to try and make things less awkward and you want to mentally smack yourself in the face.

“Yes,” you manage to whisper, “I’m fine. It’s just...you’re Park Jinyoung.”

The smile is back, “Yes, I believe I am. Unless I woke up in someone else’s body. Which, I don’t think I did. All the fans would’ve noticed.”

You don’t say anything, staring at his face as you map every inch with your mind. A few silent moments pass and he clears his throat, “I didn’t mean to startle you and I’m really sorry me being here is making you unhappy.”

At that, you gasp, “What in the world are you talking about?”

“...I just...you look like you’re trying to get away from me.”

Wow. Way to go.

Cringing, you shake your head, “No! No, I’m so sorry. I’m not trying to get away from you and your presence is most definitely not making me unhappy. I’m just very nervous. You’re Park Jinyoung! And you’re my bias and I’m pretty sure I’m entirely in love with you but I also think I’m dreaming because there’s no way you’re here right now, in front of me. But if this is real, it’s the greatest pre-birthday gift I think I’ll ever receive and...”

“It’s your birthday,” he questions with a grin.

“Tomorrow. Not until tomorrow.”

“Well birthday girl, now that I know I don’t thoroughly disgust you, what’s your birthday wish?”

Your eyes widen, “A birthday wish?”

He nods, coming to stand next to you, hands grasping the very railing you’re leaning against. “One wish. As the prince charming of the evening, I’ll do my best to fulfill it.”

It doesn’t take you long to answer, your response quick as you turn. “The stage.”

His confused look makes you laugh, your arm extending as you point in front of you. “I want to know what it’s like up on the stage. Any chance the prince charming of the evening could get me up there?”

Taking your hand in his, he pulls you forward and shrugs, “Easy. One wish coming up.”

His fingers slipping in between yours causes an odd feeling in your stomach, like you’re on a roller coaster about to drop ten feet. He squeezes once, as if to make sure you’re there, and you both make your way down the stairs and through an entrance that leads you to the floor. 

It’s much larger from down here than you had initially thought. Looking up and around, hand in Jinyoung’s, your mouth opens in amazement as you take it all in.

You don’t notice Jinyoung staring at you.

With a slight tug, you meet his eyes and he smiles as he gestures to the stage. Passing the railing and up the stairs, you’re up on the stage a heartbeat later, turning in a full circle to take it all in.

“This must be amazing when it’s full of people screaming at you.”

“It’s not bad. Definitely strokes our egos. Jackson’s ego is big enough already, I don’t know how his girlfriend puts up with him.”

Still turning, you throw him a curious gaze. As if reading your mind, he chuckles, “Tiff. They’ve been dating awhile. They met when she was in Hong Kong on vacation. Love at first sight, he says.” 

“Ah. So there’s someone that has the ability to control the Wang puppy.”

“Barely. But he loves her more than anything organic so it works in her favor.”

You laugh loudly, throwing your arms out and head back as you continue to twirl. It doesn’t matter that you’re getting dizzy, you’re up here with Park Jinyoung and there was nothing that could be better.

“Whoa there Miss Twirls-A-Lot, you’re gonna get dizzy and fall off. Come sit.”

You’re a bit breathless but you do what he says, sitting next to him while you continues to bask in the empty space.

“Did you enjoy tonight,” he says, hugging his denim clad knees to his chest. You copy the action, nodding enthusiastically. “Absolutely. It was fantastic. You guys were fantastic. And the JJP stage?! It was so unbelievably phenomenal.”

“I’m glad. Talk about it more, I like listening to you talk.”

You turn to him in surprise, only to find him lying down, hands crossed behind his head as his eyes start to shut. When he opens them again, after more silence between you both, he cocks an eyebrow as if asking you if you were planning on just staring all night.

To be honest, you would have if he’d let you.

Clearing your throat, you start to talk. At first it’s about kcon, about the weekend you just spent, but before long it’s about other things. Things that were random but relevant, his hums of approval spurring you on. Even with his eyes shut, you know he’s listening, paying attention to every word you say, every sentence that forms on your lips.

It’s strange.

The comfort of being here in this moment. The lack of awkwardness. The ability to say whatever you wanted without filters.

And knowing he just wanted to hear your voice.

When voices start to call out, voices you both recognize, the magical bubble over you both pops. Jinyoung sits up, head turning the direction of Jaebum’s voice. Hearing Katherine’s yelling you turn as well, getting up slowly.

“Looks like we’ve over stayed our welcome. Why don’t you find your friends and get home safely.”

Biting your lip, you find yourself unable to move, feet firmly planted in your spot. Jinyoung notices your inability to leave, smiling as he takes your hands in his again.

“Happy birthday.”

A ‘thank you’ is on the tip of your tongue but it dies out when his lips press against your forehead. Eyes fluttering shut, you lean forward a bit, relishing in the feel of his skin on yours.

“Thank you,” you finally whisper when he pulls away.

Giving you a bit of a shove, he mouths ‘go’ and off you run, down the stairs and out the door to meet your friends. He stays in his spot, even when Jaebum and the others find him up on stage, longingly looking at where you once were.

“Jinyoung-ah, didn’t you hear me? We’ve been looking for you. Where have you been?”

Shrugging, he turns and clasps him on the back, “Sorry hyung, I got distracted.”

Mark’s smirk is teasing, “Wasn’t she enough of a distraction during our performance? You couldn’t take your eyes off her while we performed ‘Everyday’.” 

He blushes when they all laugh. “So what’s her name,” Yugyeom asks, leaning casually against him.

“I didn’t ask for it. I guess she’ll just be a nameless memory until we meet again.”

“So sure about that it seems hyung,” Youngjae says.

But Jinyoung doesn’t reply. Simply makes his way out, hands in his pockets again with your smile playing over and over in his mind.

“Geez, there you are! Where the fuck have you been?”

You’re smiling like an idiot, gliding past Katherine and Mo as they stare at you with questioning faces.

“Someone let me check out the stage. Sorry, I didn’t realize how late it was getting.

“Someone let you up on stage? You flirt with a security guard or something?”

Remembering Jinyoung’s hand in yours and his lips against your forehead, you sigh happily and drag them out of the stadium.

“Yeah...or something.”

A/N: Happy birthday week babe. And hey hey to @katbeom and @baebae-goodnight with their quick cameos lol

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Up in Flames. Ch2

@kpopfanfictrash Here is Ch.2. Hope your birthday week is still going well!

We’re almost done, one more chapter to go! Who do you think Y/N is going to pick ?? who you rooting for Swanna

Another big thanks to @igot7bangtanbaes,  @the-porcelain-doll-xo and @rudeboywonho without you people would know how bad my writing actually is. 😂😂😂😂

Ch.1

Pairing: OC X Baekhyun, OC X Jongin Genre: Angst (NSFW, Mention of dicks.) Word Count: 1800 ish

Credit again to @baebae-goodnight , thank you love 💕💕💕💕

When your alarm rings in the morning, you’ve already been staring at the ceiling for what seems like hours. More likely it’s been thirty minutes. Thirty minutes since the “ping” of your phone woke you. Twenty-nine minutes that you spent resisting the urge to look at the text, wondering what exactly had Baekhyun sent you. You knew it couldn’t be good. Looking at your screen again, it reads -

Baekhyun: Photo

You knew what it was going to be; it’s Baekhyun, after all. It’s going to be a dick pic, and you didn’t want to be tempted like this, so early in the morning. You lean over and turn off your alarm before stretching your arms above your head as you attempt to get up and start getting ready for your 8:30 class.

*Ping* You hear your phone again, looking over to see your screen flash with a notification.

Jongin: Woke up thinking about you this morning.

Jongin: Photo

That was definitely going to be a dick pic. Quickly, you weigh the options. If you look, then you can get on with your day. If you wait, it’ll just burn a hole in your pocket all day, and you’ll be left wondering: are they dick pics? What’s worse, if they are, will they just stay with you all day, or will you be able to wash them from your mind? The unknown is worse, you decide, and you open Jongin’s first.

“Fuck,” you mutter. You’d been right. There was his dick. Hard and standing at attention, but what made it worse was his comment. ‘Woke up thinking about you this morning.’ That wasn’t fair. How could his words make you feel like this? You didn’t even like Jongin, so the way his hand looked as he gripped his cock wasn’t fair either. It only made you realize the size of his length, and that had you sweating even more.

“The fuck is this,” you swear allowed. “Bitch, who gave you the right,” you hurry and back out of the message before you truly lose your mind.

Then you remember the other photo waiting for you. Curiosity kills the cat, you decide, and you open it. You are shocked to see it’s not a dick pic. It’s much worse. There Baekhyun was, shirtless in bed with his tousled bed head, flashing you a smile that melts you to your core, and shooting you a heart with his finger and thumb. Utterly deadly, you think to yourself, before you throw your phone onto the bed like it was on fire.

“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me.” You’ve had it with these two and now it’s time to quickly shower, get dressed, grab some breakfast and make it to class before you’re late. Then after lunch, you'd have to see Baekhyun for his class.

“AARRGH!” you yell as your hands ruffle your hair in frustration. As the locks of your hair fall over your face, you breathe deep and walk forward to your shower. You were officially over today.

You can barely concentrate in class. You can’t even decipher your notes as you try rereading them over lunch. You’d have to just ask Junmyeon if you could borrow his notes later. Packing up your laptop, you shove the rest of your sandwich in your mouth and start heading out of the campus cafe.

“Y/N!” someone calls to you from across the room. Eyes dart around the room attempting to find where the voice came from, and when you finally see them, your face falls. Jongin.

“Why now?” you mutter under your breath. You throw your backpack on and head for the back door, wanting to hurry and get to the auditorium to set up for today’s lecture.

“Y/N!” you hear Jongin call from behind you. Damn, how was he this fast?

“Y/N, hey. Funny running into you here,” Jongin smiles as he cuts in front of you, forcing you to nearly smash your face into his chest.

“Jongin, I have a class to prepare for, so if you’ll excuse me,” you say as you try and walk around him.

“I’ll walk you.” he says while following close behind you.

“I’d rather you not.”

“What, why not. I’m fun. I’ll keep you entertained.”

You quickly realize he was not going to go away, which wasn’t going to work for you. Stopping abruptly, you wait for him to turn around and face you before you speak.

“Look Jongin, what do I have to do to get you to stop following me?” you ask looking him deadpan in the face.

You watch a smirk crack across his face before he answers you. “I can think of a couple of things.”

“Gross, now go away.” You scoff as you try to walk around him.

“Wait, wait, I’m sorry,” he says catching your wrist. “Okay seriously, one date. That’s all. Let me take you out and charm you.”

You know he’s smiling that gorgeous smile you’ve seen a couple times before, so instead, you stare at the hand that’s captured your wrist. Which turns out to be an even worse decision. You stare at the hand that just this morning was wrapped around his dick, and you feel your face heat up. You rip your wrist out of his hand and look up at his face, his smirk telling you he knows exactly what you are thinking about.

Looking down at your watch, you see you have five minutes to be on time for setting up.

“Fine,” you huffed out. “But no more dick pics or I’m never speaking to you again.” Turning, you jog off in the direction of the class.

“Okay, I’ll text you later then,” Jongin yells as you disappear off into the distance.

As you step into the lecture hall, you see Junmyeon already setting up.

“You’re here early,” you comment while pulling out your laptop before you head to the podium to set up the professors slideshow for class.

“No, I’m on time. It’s you that’s late.” Junmyeon says while retrieving the day's handouts from his bag.

“I’m not late,” you say looking at your watch again and then back at Junmyeon. You notice him pointing up at the clock in the lecture room, which was running ten minutes fast. You stumble for your phone to double check the time. “Shit,” you sigh realizing your watch was running slow.

“Better hurry before Professor James comes in. You know how he is.” Junmyeon says with a chuckle.

“I can do this, I can do this. Please work with me here computer, please please please.” Your fingers fly across the keyboard as you log into your email to retrieve the slideshow. Finally, luck is on your side, everything running smoothly, and the image flashes on the screen as Professor James walks into the room.

“Good afternoon you two. How was your weekend?” Professor James asks as he sets down his bag and retrieves his lecture notes.

“It was good Professor, very productive.” You lie, telling him what he most likely wants to hear.

“Good, good,” he replies, not really paying attention anymore. “Junmyeon, I looked over your thesis proposal and I found it quite enjoyable. I look forward to reading it when it’s done.” The professor comments with a smile.

“Typical,” you think. Of course, Junmyeon gets all the attention. Professor James isn’t subtle in favoring Junmyeon, you were shocked when he made you his TA. Professor James usually only has one and when you thought you’d been his choice you were so honored. It turned out the department had allowed him two this year, still you felt honored.

The class slowly fills in and the professor starts the class. For the first twenty minutes, you are focused on working the power point while Junmyeon writes out the key points on the whiteboard. Then you start to feel the texts coming in. You don’t know who it is but then you catch Baekhyun’s eye and know instantly he was responsible. You put the vibrating phone out of your mind as you concentrate on the slideshow.

When class ends, you feel relieved. If you play your cards right, you won’t have to see Baekhyun until Wednesday, but then there he was waiting beside you as you put away your things.

“Miss Y/L/N, do you mind helping me with one of the questions on the handout?” Baekhyun asks as he hovers over you.

“Can it wait till lab hours? Aren’t you in Mr. Kim’s group?” You respond hoping to deter him.

“I could, but you are so much better at explaining things,” he says as he slowly runs his hand up your shoulder, sending a chill down your spine.

“I’m sorry,” you say as you shake off his hand and stand up to leave. “I’m busy this week.”

“I’m free this weekend.” You can hear the smirk in his voice as you walk away. “Please, Y/N.”

By now it doesn’t look like anyone is left in the lecture hall. The room is usually so big but in this moment it feels so small. You can’t help but stop when he continues. “I need you.”  

You don’t turn around. You refuse to look at him but then suddenly he is there behind you, running his hands slowly up your arms, reaching your neck and slowly pulling your hair to the side.

“I know you want me, too,” he whispers before kissing your neck.

It takes you a moment before your brain catches up to the situation.

“Baekhyun, stop. Not only are we in the middle the lecture room but this is wildly inappropriate,” you respond and try to walk away only to have him pull you into a hug.

“I’ll drop the class. I don’t care, just stop pushing me away,” he says as he drops his head onto your shoulder. It’s so quiet you almost don’t hear him when he says “Please,” again.

“Baekhyun, I-”

“Just think about it,” he interrupts as he walks by. “And respond to my text. ”

You stand in the room well after Baekhyun has left, looking through the texts you received during class.

Baekhyun: God you are so pretty.

Baekhyun: How do people concentrate in class.

Baekhyun: You look so great up there, not as good as when you are in my sheets but a close second.

Baekhyun: Go on a date with me.

Baekhyun:  Seriously, go out with me.

“Fuck,” you whisper. Before you can put your phone away-.

*Ping*

Jongin: You’re free this weekend right?

“Great. This can’t get any worse,” you sigh as you start walking up the stairs.

“You really shouldn’t sleep with the undergrads, Y/N,” Junmyeon says from behind you.

Apparently, it can.

Ch.1 , Ch.3