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yuzukult · 4 years

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drive safe (m) || bbh x reader

title: drive safe pairing: baekhyun x reader genre: brothersbestfriend!au, chanyeol!olderbrother, romance warnings: slight rated 18+ scene, but it’s short and poorly written words: 12.4k prompt: simply put, you’ve been crushing on your brother’s best friend for the longest time but he hasn’t seen you in a while... and you’ve grown. notes: needed something different to write :) please enjoy... i did another brother’s best friend au bc i just love baekhyun in that kind of au lmao... I FINALLY UPLOADED!!!

He was heavily intoxicating. From the whiff of the cologne he wears to the way his lips look, so tempting and plump, all the way to the sweet melodic laugh that escapes from his throat, hand on his toned chest to contain himself.

This man was beautiful—correction— is beautiful, and has always been since you’ve laid your eyes on him.

You recall those days staying in the living room until the late hours of the night; coffee table filled with loose papers and opened textbooks to cram in for your exams, room lacking a desk for you to work on. Your brother would trail into your home once the street lights turn on, friends joining him occasionally, none capturing your attention until you met him one night.

Mocha eyes that sparkled under the dim lights at the front steps, caramel hair that looked so unbelievably soft, that you had to restrain yourself down from asking him to just let you run your fingers through those locks. Jawline chiseled, cheekbones high, and ears flushing coral when he gets embarrassed—he was just breathtakingly beautiful. And when he leans over to see what you’re currently engrossed in, supple cheeks raising as high as the sky from his smile, teeth pearly white and exposed, his gentle voice hypnotizes you to the point that you almost miss when he says his name.

“I’m Byun Baekhyun.” How the hell is he so pretty? “You must be Chanyeol’s little sister.”

Your Cloud 9 experience disappears at the sound of your brother’s name. It’s like he loves to burst the bubble of any type of happiness your way. He never fails to ruin things for you.

Then again, that was back when you were 16 and he was 22. He was in college, finishing up the remaining time he had left while you were just a mere high school student—not to mention that you were also his best friend’s little sister. This time, you’re 22 and he’s the 28 year old, finished college with a career outlined for him and you’re the one trying to finish up the last year.

So when Baekhyun stands at the threshold of your parent’s house behind Chanyeol, mouth agape at the mere sight of you, he’s in complete shock at how much you’ve grown and changed in the past years. To say the least, he hasn’t seen much of you around since you turned 18... and well, he was regretting missing the glow up.

“Why are you looking at my sister like that?” Chanyeol hisses, pushing his friend’s chest back with a finger. “You act like you’ve never seen her before.” Baekhyun can only shake his head from his thoughts, clearing his throat. “I haven’t seen her since she left for college.”

A hum from you fills the air, grasping the attention of the two males. “I’ve been back every holiday, not my fault you haven’t been around.”

Turning on your heel, you make your way past them, slipping into a pair of random sandals at the front door before greeting the rest of your family members that begin to trickle in for the annual family dinner. Every year is dreadful, but this year got interesting just from Baekhyun’s attendance.

He was every high school girl’s wet dream.

And at the same time, dream boyfriend.

He’s cute yet he’s got this aura around him that just makes him so... sexy. You recall having high school friends over during those younger years and when Baekhyun and Chanyeol would walk through the front doors, your friends would drool at the sight of the boys. You couldn’t really agree on the Chanyeol portion of that (obviously), but your saliva would run rivers length long at the appearance of Baekhyun.

What was even worse was that both your brother and dad were horrible at teaching you how to drive. This was after you’ve concluded that you had a crush on Baekhyun, and Chanyeol suggests to your parents to hire Baekhyun to teach you how to drive a car.

“Dad, you and I both know that we’re way too short-tempered to teach her. Why not hire Baek?”

“I don’t see why not.” He nods in agreement, glancing over at your mom for approval, but she’s already so giddy over the moon from the sound of his name. “Of course! My second son teaching my daughter? Why would I have any issues with that? I’ll pay him, don’t worry.”

You want to die. “Why can’t you teach me, mom? We don’t really want to bother Baek and pressure him to teach me, right?”

“Actually,” Chanyeol grins; you swear every time he does it’s mischievous with a sinful plan hidden underneath. “Baekhyun is rather quite the angel and offered himself when I brought this situation to him. He doesn’t even want to get paid for it, I just offered.” Are you kidding me? Of course. Chanyeol wants you dead.

You think you actually die when you’re sitting in Baekhyun’s car in the middle of an abandoned supermarket’s parking lot. The two of you. No sign of Chanyeol anywhere, and it’s the first time you wished that your brother were there.

“Yeol isn’t coming?”

“No,” Baekhyun frowns, pulling the seatbelt over his body and locking it in; you mimic his actions to save yourself from getting lectured by the boy of your dreams. “He said he was either going to die from your driving or high blood pressure.” You exhale a heavy breath. “Why am I not surprised?”

“Afraid of being alone with me or something, little Park?”

“Uh, no.” You lie. “Can I start?”

“Sure, show me what you know.” Pressing a foot on the brakes, you push the key into the ignition and the car roars at the start. “Are you sure you trust me driving in your car? Isn’t this girl your baby?” There’s an afterthought of Baekhyun getting this car; almost begging Chanyeol everyday to go by the second-hand car dealership to admire this beauty—well that is if you consider a 2002 Lexus SC430 with the once jet black paint chipping off a beauty, then you’d be able to relate.

He nods, licking his chapped lips from the breeze that enters in before letting out a soft sigh. “She is, so... be careful, little Park, and drive safe. I trust you to drive her. I don’t even allow Yeol to let alone touch her, so consider yourself special.” Special. Can he not say such things while you’re already anxious about being in his presence, let alone his car!

Baekhyun teaches you to drive. Another great quality he has to add to the list from that occurrence: patience. He’s the one who opened the doors exiting out of your childhood in two ways: learning how to drive and learning what it feels like to like someone. It’s the first time you’re alone with him and you’ll never forget it. It only solidified your feelings for him.

And so when you’re ready to pick up your friends for the night that you first get your license, borrowing your brother’s car, your heart swells and bursts out of your chest when he approaches your window before you pull out of the driveway. Resting his arm on the door, joy tugs on the edges of his lips. “Drive safe, will you, little Park? I know I taught you well, but I still want you home safe and sound.”

Baekhyun might be the actual cause of your death.

“So, I heard you’re in for engineering? You’re finishing up your last year, aren’t you?”

You hum against the glass that’s pressed onto your lips, drinking in the cold water to cool yourself from the sweltering heat. Summer was supposed to be over now, but since you’re in the off-season, the weather was currently in its moods, switching on and off like a middle aged woman dealing with menopause.

Popping your lips after releasing the cup, you nod. “Finally going to grab my degree and get to do what I actually want to be doing.” You want to be out of this conversation with this... woman; you’re not even sure who she was and what relation she had to your family. A cousin, maybe? An aunt? What do you even refer to her as?

“Wow, amazing!” She exclaims as she clasps her hands together abruptly that it startles you. “My son would be a perfect match for you, he’s handsome, young...” Her voice starts to drift off at the same time that your eyes do, skimming to find your brother’s right hand man, and with your luck, his gaze is locked on yours.

He’s been watching you the entire time.

Baekhyun’s got a red solo cup in a hand, body leaning against the white plastic fence that perimeters your deck, hair pushed back to reveal his effortlessly beautiful forehead, and just the view of the first couple buttons of his shirt let loose, you felt your knees buckle. He bites his bottom lip in light of gaining your attention— one he’s been trying to snatch the entire afternoon. He’s standing besides Chanyeol, as expected since he is his guest, but they hang almost joined at the hip and just the thought of it makes you want to roll your eyes. But when his stare locks into yours and he mouths, “come over,” you’re immediately complying with his demands.

“I’m sorry,” You interrupt the strange woman, turning to face her. “Aren’t we related? Are you trying to set me up with your son... who potentially is my cousin?”

“Oh no! I’m just a family friend; your aunt invited me over!” With that, it only results in you clicking your tongue in disappointment, bowing to the woman apologetically. This was a waste of time. “I’m sorry, I’m not interested in being set up. Now, if you would excuse me...”

She’s probably shocked, from what you can tell on the little smirk and chuckle coming from Baekhyun as you make your way toward him, arm reaching out for a side hug. “My little Park, all grown up, aren’t you?”

“Well, I’m not sixteen anymore, so possibly.” You joke.

Talking to Baekhyun felt effortless. Almost as though he wasn’t that same guy you knew when you were growing up. The crush that had looked so out of reach, too cool and attractive for you indeed seemed like he was on the same level. Bantering came easy and there were more things in common between the two of you than you previously assumed. As if this entire time… you were surrounding him with an image of what you thought he was but it wasn’t solely who he had been.

“Ah, so you agree. You think you’re handsome.”

“Are you trying to quote a ‘Mean Girls’ line on me?” He asks, eyes squinting in your direction coltishly. Raising both your hands up in feigned defeat, you tug your lips into a straight line. “Oh, you caught me, copyright police. But I believe I merely paraphrased the movie.” He lifts his brows at you skeptically, arms crossed against his chest. “Paraphrased?”

“I’m sure that the line goes like ‘so you agree, you think you’re really pretty.’“

“Maybe not me, but I think you’re pretty.” Baekhyun grins cheekily. It’s not exactly a smooth line, you admit, but anything coming from Baekhyun inflates your heart, reminiscing the old high school feelings that stirred. “Mm, cute. But not exactly slick, Baek. Slimy, possibly.”

He seethes in disagreement. “Oh, little Park, I’ll have you know that I am not slimy; I am very much a gentleman.”

“Some gentlemen have a slimy side of them.” You clarify with a tilt of your head.

“I can assure you that I am not slimy but rather smooth and creamy.”

You grimace. “I’m not sure this conversation is going into the right direction.” Pausing for a moment, you cluster the fortitude to belatedly ask: “So, why haven’t you been around for the holidays like you used to? My mom missed having you around during the holidays.”

Baekhyun purses his lips, taking in a deep breath before speaking up. “Honestly, I’ve always had a girlfriend during the holidays. Otherwise I would’ve been over. Unfortunately, those four years that I haven’t been at your house meant four different girlfriend’s family homes that I’ve been to instead of yours.” Of course, Baekhyun couldn’t be without a girl on his arm. Just look at him!

“Mmm,” You buzz in a judging tone that sharpens his focus on you. “Disappointing. Anyways,” Jumping on the tips of your toes, you lean over to peek into his cup. “Whatcha got in there, Baek?”

“Wanna smell?” He brings the cup closer to your face, underneath your nose as your face twists at the strong scent of alcohol. “What the hell is that?”

He lets out a laugh at your expression. “Its just beer—“

“—that is definitely not just beer. What did you put in that?” Baekhyun brings the drink neighboring your nostrils again. “It’s IPA, sometimes they have weird smells to it. Sometimes it even smells like weed.”

You take a second glance at him, hesitant about trying this peculiar drink. You’ve had beer before— hell, you’d had tons of types of alcohol before, but you can safely say that IPA beer isn’t one of them. The liquid hits your tongue, barely any if you’re being completely honest, and you pull away. “Eugh,”

“Eugh?” Baekhyun imitates your reaction. “You don’t like?”

“Not exactly.” You frown, stepping back from the drink in his hand. “How do you even drink that? It’s such an acquired taste to enjoy it.”

“I guess I had a lot of different kinds of alcohol while I was in University, but IPA wasn’t one of them so I gave it a shot. Kinda like them now, not what we’re usually used to.”

“You make yourself sound like you’re old.” And with that, he taps your nose with the tip of his index finger. “And I am old. In comparison to you, little Park.”

That’s when it hits. Baekhyun can be sweet, kind, flirtatious, but one thing he can’t be is someone who could ever reciprocate feelings for you. Even if you’ve grown out of those braces, awkward puberty stages, and now an adult woman who is somewhat confident in your body— Byun Baekhyun will always see you as one thing only— Little Park, Park Chanyeol’s kid sister.

“Right,” You respond quickly, distancing yourself from him a bit and Baekhyun feels the atmosphere shift. “I think my dad needs me to help him handle the grill.”

“Chanyeol’s over there.” Baekhyun retorts back as abruptly. “Are you okay? Is it something I said?”

“No.” You reply, prepared to turn away and say your goodbyes to the older male, but his hand grasps onto your wrist, causing you to wrinkle your brows in confusion. “Baek?”

“Talk to me. What did I say? I like talking to you and it’d be nice to keep this conversation going.” You tilt your head in perplexity. “Okay. That’s great and all but I’ve had a raging crush on you since I was like sixteen. I’m kind of over this whole thing and I’m ready to keep you as my brother’s best friend that I had a crush on when I was entering the early stages of puberty—”

“Wait, you liked me?”

A look of incredulity spreads on your face. “You didn’t know?” He shakes his head slowly, gaze trailing to the concrete ground as if he’s trying to replay the history of your relationship, attempting to find the hints smeared throughout the years. “Well, I did, and if I’m being honest, you’re great and everything, but I don’t think I can muster enough courage to build a friendship with you if I still have these somewhat lingering feelings.”

Seconds before you’re escaping his hold, his grip tightens. “I didn’t know.” He reiterates your words, eyes finally meeting yours. “Why didn’t you tell me? And why are you telling me this now? And at your family reunion at that?”

“I... don’t know.” You shrug, body language signaling that you’d stay and his hand on your loosens. “I guess I’m tired of being called little Park and seen as Yeol’s baby sister when I’ve been pining over this unrequited love.”

“You can’t even say that when I didn’t even know you liked me.”

“Oh, come on, Baek,” Groaning, your shoulders dropping in exhaustion from this entire conversation. “You’re the epitome of every girl’s first crush. Not to mention that you get along with my family. Pretty much the easiest formation of a perfect guy for a girl who was just finally realizing how cute guys were.”

Baekhyun scrunches up his nose, placing his drink down on the table beside him. “You never made it obvious.”

“Oh please, I was very obvious. Even Chanyeol probably knew about it.”

“Don’t say that, I really didn’t know! I’m sure your brother doesn’t either.” Eventually, you’re able to step far back enough that he can’t hold you back anymore. “It’s fine, Baek, I totally get it. Enjoy your night here? I’m going to socialize a bit more—I mean help my dad with the grill. Whichever one first, uh, you get the gist.”

“Oh, wow, your son is... actually pretty good looking.” You’re back in this discussion with the same strange woman before, but this time with your blood-related aunt who was the one to convince the lady to talk to you in the first place. She’s skimming through pictures she has saved of him, yet again trying to persuade into talking to her lovely son. He’s cute, you admit. He’s a year younger but that wasn’t going to turn you away. His mom, however, is coming off a bit too strong and your aunt was trying her best to pull her back.

“See? I told you! I invited him to come join us tonight, maybe you’d catch him here!” The woman claps her hands together excitedly, over the moon that you’d agreed to her perspective. “Speaking of my lovely boy, there he is!”

And right when you face the direction she points, you see him—sun-kissed skin with his hair gelled back, tall as a skyscraper with the longest legs ever—this guy was built like a God. His eyes skim the room, but before they can meet with his mother’s, he spots someone approaching him and a smile tugs on the edges of his lips.

“Baekhyun, I didn’t know you knew this family?”

Of course he knows Baek.

They’re exchanging a handshake, and you’re flaring your nostrils because how small is this world? Regardless, you’re not going to let Baekhyun ruin your day. No way.

“Park Chanyeol’s my friend,” He responds, placing a hand in his pocket. “And you’re here for?”

“My mom is here, she asked me to come. Son duties, you know the drill.” The younger male shakes at his own statement before giving Baekhyun a pat on the shoulder. “I’ll catch up with you later. She wants me to meet some girl she thought was cute, so we’ll see how that goes. See you in a bit?”

Baekhyun nods in confirmation, letting him go and as he watches his figure make his way through the crowd, that’s when he notices something. You’re standing next to a middle-aged woman—and is... is Lucas walking toward you?

“Hey mom,” The towering man smiles, giving his mom a hug. “I’m here as you asked. I’m assuming this lovely lady...” The lady introduces you to her son, and he extends his hand. “I’m Lucas.”

Baekhyun is pissed. If you saw his expression right now, the smoke coming out his ears would’ve been conspicuous.

Lucas isn’t... the smartest guy you’ve ever met but at least he’s sweet and kind?

Momma’s boy, a big one at that and you find it charming that he’s so loving and caring towards his mother. A great son... however, as a boyfriend, you can already guess what the bigger fights were going to be about.

“So my mom tells me that you’re almost done school, how’s that going for you?” The two of you have migrated over to one of the picnic tables in the backyard, old and wooden yet still surprisingly structurally strong enough to hold the weight of multiple people... and thankfully without his mom. Least she knows when to leave you alone.

“Going good, I can’t wait to get it over with and start working. School is dreadful.”

“Oh, yeah, I know that much. That’s why I didn’t go to college.” No college, not a bad thing, you think to yourself. After all, it’s what you make out of it, right? “Instead, I chose the modeling path.” What. Well, it made sense. Lucas is the equivalent to a God in looks, and you were starting to wish you were exaggerating. Probably another red flag if you guys started dating—he’s too pretty for his own good and girls would probably be crawling at his feet and your level of jealousy can’t handle that.

“Modeling? That’s impressive! How’s it going for you?”

“Slow this season. But it’ll pick up eventually. I’m only twenty-one anyways. College was never for me so I figured anything else would be better. My mom always told me that I was handsome, so why not put what I already have to use, you know?” Other than the fact you wanted to correct him and tell him that twenty-one is actually peak age for modeling, you wanted to laugh a bit because he was convinced to chase after this specific goal solely from the compliments of his mother, his biggest fan who happens to be blinded by love. Either way, Lucas was lucky he was cute enough to be a model or this conversation would’ve been embarrassing.

“If you like it, go for it. I don’t see a problem with it.” A gust of wind blows in your direction and it makes you shiver.

He smiles. “I like that. Not a lot of people agree with the whole modeling thing. Even my ‘mentor’ kind of blows off the idea and pressures me to go to college to find a ‘real’ career.”

“Mentor, huh? Has he considered giving you trade school as an option?”

“And get my hands dirty? No way. These hands were made for modeling, not being someone’s plumber and playing with pipes.” An image forms in your head— Lucas... as a plumber? Oh... that’s... kind of hot. His voice interrupts your thoughts in the end, and you want to frown until you see someone approaching. “Speaking of my mentor... have you met Baekhyun?”

Baekhyun is standing at the end of the table; although he seems nice toward Lucas, you can feel the cold air coming from him. “We’ve met.” He says, words short and sharp. “Known her since she was a high school student.”

“Oh, nice, were you also her mentor, hyung?”

“What?” Baekhyun responds, the space on his forehead crinkles. “No I wasn’t her mentor, I’m a friend of her brother’s,” slightly annoyed by Lucas’ question. You can’t seem to place a finger on why he would be so... discomposed. “Have you applied to those colleges I sent to you, by the way?”

“Hyung, I told you that college wasn’t for me. I don’t get why you’re pushing me so hard.”

“Lucas, you’re not going to be young forever. What are you going to do when you’re 40? Be in those Viagra commercials? Advertisements where the elderly have ‘fallen and can’t get up’? Be realistic here.”

It’s Lucas’ turn to be upset, and rightfully so. “Hyung, you’re embarrassing me in front of my new friend. Who— by the way, is very supportive of my endeavors.” Baekhyun scoffs, shaking his head in disbelief and disapproval. “Supportive? Actually, give us a moment, Luc, I have to speak with her privately.” Grabbing onto your wrist, he tugs you from your seat, and you whimper at the aggressiveness.

“What the hell! Baek, let go, your grip is tight.”

Taking you inside the house, he walks through the hallways while dragging you when he sees the familiar door that leads to your bedroom, shoving it open before shutting it after the two of you are inside. He lets go of his grip. “Explain.”

You sneer at his demand. “Explain what? I didn’t do anything. You should be explaining because you dragged me here.”

“Just thirty minutes before, you profess your feelings for me and then you’re talking to some guy? What the hell is that?” You jaw tightens but you want to retain your emotions since his were spilling. There was never a good outcome if two people that were butting heads are acting upon only feelings.

So you walk over to your closet, sliding the doors open in search of a sweater but this only makes him infuriated. “Answer me— why are you looking through your closet while we’re having a conversation?” Snatching a hoodie off the hanger, you pull it over your head. “I’m cold. And you’re the one who is having a conversation. Well, not really a conversation, more like you’re lecturing me.”

“I am not lecturing you. I’m trying to read you and you’re not making it any easier for me.”

“What are you reading me for?” With the hood over your head with the end of your dress peeking out of the oversized fabric, he thinks you’re cute like this and he can’t help himself. Lunging toward you, his hands cup your cheeks and before you know it, his lips are pressed yours.

Baekhyun is kissing you.

Byun Baekhyun, your brother’s right hand man, your parents favorite non-blood related child, is kissing you. He has to force himself to pull away; he never thought that your lips would be so soft, and how right it felt in that moment.

Your fingers reach up to touch your lips and you’re left speechless for a moment before the words erupts from your mouth. “Did you just kiss me?” He’s just as dumbfounded as you are because all he does is nod in return. “Why’d you do that?”

“Look, I don’t know if I have the same exact feelings for you like you do for me but seeing you with Lucas in that way... pissed me off. I didn’t like it.” Baekhyun looks troubled because he’s letting his hands run through his chocolate locks that were styled previously. “But I think I like you. I never really thought anything of it until you said something... but maybe we can give this a try?”

You squint your eyes at him. “Baekhyun, this isn’t something you just ‘try.’ I don’t want to be lead on. You can’t just say that you ‘think’ you like me and walk in like you own me or something.”

“At least give me a chance to make this work. Obviously something happened back there because I was ticked off enough to embarrass my mentee in front of you.” He sighs, dropping his body onto your made childhood bed. “Poor kid.”

“Eh, he’ll be fine. He needs something anyway. I heard he lives in his mother’s basement, which is fine I guess, but despite not going to college, he has debt?” Baekhyun glares at you from underneath his long luscious lashes, but it’s light and he’s not upset anymore. “Don’t make fun of my mentee, I’m supposed to guide him!”

“Do better.” You retort before plopping your body beside him on your bed, laying down flat on the covers. “I’ll give you a chance. But we can’t tell Chanyeol. If it doesn’t work out, then it’s a secret and he doesn’t have to worry. If it leads to more... let’s just wait ‘til that time comes and we can figure something out.”

You can’t see him from where you are, but the sound of his voice is a dead giveaway that he’s smiling at your words. “I like the sound of that.”

“Aw, look at that, my best friend and my kid sister. Where were you guys?” Chanyeol looks a bit tipsy with his hooded eyes and crooked smile, but he’s only spilling elation when he slips in his socks and into the arms of Baekhyun when the two of you exit your room.

“Uh, I wanted to move my desk and Baek offered to help.” Yeah. That’s a good excuse.

“Mm, could’ve always asked me. But of course, Baekhyun here is an angel and loves to help out my family. Wouldn’t it be amazing if he was our brother?” The expression on your face cringes in disgust, the thought of Baekhyun being your brother and it’s like he reads your mind when he catches Chanyeol stumbling in his arms, pulling the taller male up. “You don’t want me as your brother, Yeol, that’s weird. Maybe I’ll date my way into your family,” He jokes, and you mouth ‘too soon!’ in his direction as he gives an unapologetic shrug shared with a smile.

“Who... her?” Chanyeol points to you with his chin, brows crinkles but releases with a laugh. “No way, man. She’s not even your type.”

“She can be my type.” The expression on Baekhyun’s face was pained, attempting to hold him up. “Little Park is pretty.”

“Mm, but she’s the serious type and you’ve had probably ten ‘serious’ girlfriends in the past four years!” He exclaims as you’re guiding the two of them toward Chanyeol’s bedroom, swinging open the door. “Little Park hasn’t even brought a boyfriend home.... heh, mom thinks she can’t get a boyfriend.”

You hiss. “That’s not true.” Chanyeol sticks his tongue out at you and you get a hit of vodka coming from his breath. “I think it’s true.” He sings, dropping his large frame onto the bed, eyes heavy. “Little Park needs a real boyfriend, Baek, not a fling!” Minutes later of Baekhyun trading Chanyeol’s jeans out with sweatpants, the two of you slowly close his door and heave out a weight breath.

“That was exhausting. He does this every year; it’s like my family is purposefully trying to get him to drunk to make me suffer.”

“Sorry,” Baekhyun mutters, hands slipping into the pockets of his jeans. “I should’ve been there to help you.” You wave him off, shaking your head in disagreement. “He’s my brother, it’s my responsibility.” Just when you’re about to walk away, he tugs on the hem of your shirt before you turn with a raised brow.

“You’re not... upset about what he said, are you?”

“About what?”

“About me. Having flings, never really having a serious girlfriend. About you, never bringing anyone home.”

You shrug. “I never wanted to bring anyone home in the first place. Doesn’t really matter to me.” Baekhyun chews on his bottom lip anxiously, fiddling with the fabric between his fingers. “I hope I can be that for you eventually.”

“Be what?”

“The one you want to bring home.”

Naeun is your best friend, biggest supporter, and also the most brutally honest person you’ve ever met. It’s in her DNA to be this way and although sometimes her candidness can hurt, you know she means well. So when you tell her about your Baekhyun escapades, her jaw is dropped down to the floor in awe.

“You’re kidding.”

“I am nothing but forthright.”

She smiles, tilting her head back in skepticism. “... No, you’re definitely playing me. There is no way he said that he likes you. There’s no way.” You pout. “Is it that hard to believe that a guy like him finds me attractive? Jesus, Naeun, hurt my feelings why don’t ya.”

“Girl, I’m just saying. He’s too hot and too much of a fuck boy... so him wanting to risk his relationship with his best friend to go after her sister... unless...” Her thoughts trail off for a moment before she comes back. “... Nah, never mind. There’s just no way. There’s a catch to this, I’m going to find it.”

“There’s absolutely no catch.”

“I’m just saying baby girl, watch out.” She’s leaning back on a wooden chair in your room that you had borrowed from the dining room set, swaying on the two legs dangerously. “Girls get their hearts broken because of him. And it’s because he’s such a nice boy about it that it makes them feel bad. Isn’t that crazy? What power he holds.”

“You’re giving him way too much power just from this conversation we’re having. Naeun, if you believe that he has that much hanging over all of us, then you’re enabling him to do so!”

“So you agree... you think he’s a playboy with a lot of power.”

“Naeun!” You holler, rolling your eyes at your friend. “He’s nothing but a guy that I like. We keep talking about him as if he’s this being that’s better than all of us when in actuality, he’s just a really nice guy.”

Naeun scoffs. “Who is really fucking hot, by the way. Don’t forget that.” She stands up and makes her way toward your closet, slinging the doors wide open. “Which means you should probably update your wardrobe too. You think a guy like Baek wants to date someone in hoodies and sweatpants all the time?” You purse your lips at your friend. “Don’t make me feel insecure about this, he already told me he likes me.”

“Okay, but what about the competition? Aren’t there girls lining up for him?” There’s silence for a moment, indicating that you’re almost lured into her trap before she sings your name. “Come on, wouldn’t you want to try looking cute for him?”

“I try!”

“Did you meet him today?” She asks. “Yes?” You respond questioningly. Why?”

“And you were wearing that?” Naeun gestures your attire. As mentioned before, just like your entire closet, you’re dressed in black hoodie and sweatpants. At least they matched, right? She grabs your hand and pulls you up. “You said you guys were going to meet tonight again, so let’s get you ready for that!”

If meeting Baekhyun required getting ready 3 hours in advance, you don’t know if you can date him anymore.

As planned, Baekhyun is parked at the end of the block waiting for you, shooting a text in your direction to let you know that he’s here. Slipping your phone into your bag, you heave out a heavy sigh of how tight this skirt that Naeun forced you into. “I thought I looked fine earlier,” you grumble to yourself before adjusting your blouse and snatching a jacket from the coat rack.

Attempting to sneak out of your house without gaining Chanyeol’s attention was hard. He couldn’t help being nosey. It was in his nature.

“Whoa, looking smokin’ hot for who?” Chanyeol exclaims with his arms crossed in front of your bedroom door. You groan loudly. “Can you please just leave and get out of my way? I’m trying to go out.”

Chanyeol looks astonished. “And with who? I’ve never seen you dressed like this before.” You push a strand of hair that gets caught in your makeup. “Honestly, I don’t know either. Naeun made me look like this.”

“You’re probably going to scare the guy away before you even get him.” You frown. “Let me figure that out tonight. So if you would excuse me—“ Aggressively shoving your brother aside with your hidden Hulk strength, he slams into the wall and winces as you made a run for it.

You want to cry. You felt ridiculous, and Chanyeol’s comment only made it worse. Walking up to Baekhyun’s car, you see him leaned against the hood of his car, skimming through something on his phone. He looks amazing in dark slacks and jet-black sweater tucked in them. He lifts his head to see you, jaw dropping in shock. Your legs were out for the world to see, shirt low enough for a glimpse of your cleavage and he can only gulp and clear his throat before stuttering on his words. “Whoa—I—“

You respond with a moan. “Do I look ridiculous? Naeun came over earlier and forced me to dress prettier, and Chanyeol stopped me before leaving the house and said I looked crazy. Please tell me which one it is so I can go back and do something about it.”

Baekhyun laughs. He laughs as if the situation you’re in is funny. “I think you’re always pretty. You just look even prettier today.” You chew on your bottom lip anxiously, shoulders dropping in doubt. “Are you sure? We haven’t even started the date yet and I feel like I ruined it.” He only shakes his head with a soft smile, walking over to the passenger door to open it for you.

When he’s sitting in the car beside you, he swears his throat closes up when your skirt hikes up in your seat. Warding off the sinful thoughts of you, he starts the ignition of the car, letting the engine warm up for a bit before driving off. The last time you’d been in this car was when he was teaching you how to drive; weekend after weekend, while just you and Baekhyun in this worn down Lexus, he stole your heart bit by bit. You never thought you’d find yourself in this situation again; somehow you were the one stealing his.

“Where are we going?”

“Dinner. I heard there was this really great Italian place they opened downtown. Maybe we can get dessert after?” He glances over at you to see your reaction, only regretting because you so pretty with the sunset behind you.

“That sounds good.” You grin.

That night, the dinner itself wasn’t the most amazing thing you’ve ever had, but the talks you had with Baekhyun were. There wasn’t a dull moment with him, he had stories to share that made you laugh until you’re almost choking on the pasta and by the time dinner was over, you were just glad that there was still dessert to look forward to.

“This place looks new.” You say, eyes sparkling with the countless of options listed on the menu mounted above. “There’s so many to choose from.” Baekhyun notes that although your eyes seem youthful and the smile plastered on your face supported that, everything about you wasn’t the same anymore. How’d he miss out on this for so many years?

You wave your hand in front of his face. “Baek, you good? Have you decided what you like?” He lets out a nervous chuckle, nodding his head. “Uh, yeah. Grab me the strawberry on a cone, will you?”

He slides his card to pay before you could even stop him, frowning when you hand him his cone as the two of you exit the shop. “I could’ve paid, you know.”

“I don’t really trust anyone who gets mint chocolate chip… so…”

“Oh, so you don’t. What’s wrong with mint?”

“Do you like eating toothpaste or something?” You slap his arm, and he winces, remembering that although you were small in comparison to him, your strength was impeccable. “Oh—shit, I’m sorry, Baek.”

“I forgot how strong you were. Do you lift or something?” His face contorts in pain, but he’s not in that much pain. “No, although, now that you mention it, I should probably get into it since I know I’d be so good.” Baekhyun winces. “How am I ever going to stand next to you? I’ll be living in fear all the time.”

“Speaking of, I heard you finally moved out of your parents place.” Licking your ice cream, Baekhyun has to look away or else these thoughts would creep up again. “I have. Want to come over after this? We can squeeze in a movie, and I borrowed something from Chanyeol the other day, so I can drop it off when I take you home.”

Bent over, reaching for the controller underneath the coffee table, Baekhyun swallows. His gaze drifts off to the ceiling, praying that you wouldn’t notice the boner he’s supporting right now. When did you grow up? He has to shake off the dirty things he’s imagining you doing right now.

“Here.” You slap the controller in the palm of his hand before adjusting your top. “Are you comfortable? Do you wanna borrow some of my clothes?” Lips jutting into a pout, you want to tell Baekhyung, yes, hell the fuck yes I want to wear your clothes and get out of this brutally uncomfortable skirt, but the words don’t leave you mouth and he can only smile. It’s like he reads your mind because he stands from the couch and enters into his room. Seconds later, he has a pair of sweats and a hoodie for you. Your favorite dynamic duo.

You’re barely 1/4th through the movie, Baekhyun’s arm around you with your head cuddled against his chest while wearing his clothes that smelled so good, smelled like him. This amount of comfort was never evident with any of your previous relationships, but something about Baekhyun made everything feel okay. Turning your head to look over at him, he’s breathing soundlessly as if he’s asleep, but his attention is all diverted to the television. His jawline looked tempting, skin smooth and soft, you bring your lips to kiss the bone.

He chuckles at the action, eyes down to meet with yours. “Yes?”

“Can I kiss you?”

“I should be the one asking you that.” He presses a chaste kiss on your lips before giving you one last look of confirmation. Crashing his lips onto yours, you welcomed him inside with your tongues knotting and sliding past one another, you hum against him. It sent a warmth feeling down your center and you wanted know if he felt it too. Pushing the blanket off your frame, you climb over his lap, swinging a leg over before pressing yourself down on him, his hands slowly making his way to your waist, hesitating as if he’s asking for permission. Hands forcing on his in invitation, he complies, pulling you close to his body.

He lets go of your lips, a lewd smack from your kiss separating. He’s panting like he’s just run a marathon, heart racing to the point that he’s afraid you can hear it. There’s a rush in him, excitement pumping through his veins and he’s never felt this before. You felt too much like home to him, and this was just the first date, how was he supposed to survive any more if you had him wrapped around his finger like this?

“I don’t want to go any further if you don’t want to. It’s our first date—Is it too soon?” He says, his voice meek and faint, the total opposite of how he usually is around you. Afraid he’d mess it up, afraid that everything that happened today wouldn’t happen again if he didn’t do it right.

“Please take me. I want you, Baek, I really do. I’ve been waiting for this since I met you when I was sixteen.” You sounded desperate, cheeks flushed in embarrassment of how intoxicated you were from his kisses. “Don’t make it sound like that, I’m sorry I made you wait this long.” He whispers before leaning back into the kiss, palm rubbing your hip soothingly before you begin to grind on him. The sight of you in his clothes brought the blood rushing straight into his pants that were starting to be uncomfortably tight.

Baekhyun made you feel like a princess that night—sprawled on his bed, arms wrapped around his neck while he peppered kisses constantly on your damp forehead, skins slapping as the headboard of the bed bangs against the wall. Soughing sweet nothings into your ears, nibbling on your lobes to help you reach your high, a hand reaching down to toy with your clit before your toes are curling, fingers digging into his shoulders while your climax was approaching. He had you in a trance, fully blissed out, and before you know it, you’re cumming, letting out your final moans and cries. It drag must’ve felt nice, because his hips are stuttering, losing it’s rhythm until he stills, long spurts of his cum splattering you walls.

He falls over, pulling you close and nuzzles his nose into the crook of your neck, gifting you a quick kiss on your sweaty skin. “Stay for the night?” You nod.

You end up staying more nights with him.

Your presence meant more to Baekhyun than you ever knew. Those rough days where he’s at the office, he loves coming back to his apartment, seeing you in his dark home with only the kitchen light illuminating on the granite island with your books spread out with your notes and music blasting from your computer. There were some nights where he’d be home late hours and you’re snuggled in blankets on the couch, the only brightness in the room is from the television, shining on your face in multiple colors with you completely engrossed with what’s playing. It was his favorite part of the day, the thing he looked forward to the most.

The night he knew that he couldn’t ever let you go was when he came home just in time because you were taking out a tray of something from the oven, apron wrapped around your frame with a surprised expression on your face. “Oh, you’re back?” You sound shocked, mostly because you told him you wouldn’t be here tonight but yet… there you were.

“Not that I don’t love having you around, but I thought you said you weren’t coming over today?” Baekhyun asks, dropping his jacket on one of the dining room chairs. “And what are you making?”

You scrunch up your nose. “Honestly, sorry baby, I wanted to use your oven. Then I felt bad for using your oven without telling you, so I baked you banana bread as well. Then I lost track of time and I’m supposed to deliver these cupcakes to Naeun for her lacrosse team bake sale tomorrow.” Baekhyun chortles in amusement, wrapping his arms around you from behind before pecking your lips. “All good, baby.”

He doesn’t even care that you came to his house without a warning. He’s glad you’re there—Baekhyun had the expectation that you weren’t going to be there that night, so the drive home was dreadful, but just catching you in the act of using his oven… nothing made him happier. He’s not letting you go.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” You hiss, eyes darting at him. Pausing from stuffing your personal belongings into your duffle bag, regret washes over how much stuff you’ve accumulated here. His place had too much of your things and having this fight alone was bringing in a lot of realizations. How could you get comfortable so easily?

Baekhyun sighs, fingers running through those locks that you had always dreamed of having your own in, but at this state, you’re fuming with anger. “You’re only twenty-two and my best friend’s little sister. There’s so much to life you haven’t seen yet... I don’t think you’re mature enough for me.”

“I’m not mature enough for you?” Shaking your head, you continue to fill your bag. “Ridiculous. I’m twenty-two, Baekhyun, not sixteen. Need I remind you that you also wanted this? I’m also not the one talking to other women while you’re with me— with me! You said you liked me. But the entire time, you had someone in the back burner, ready to replace me when it’s time.”

He says your name with another exasperated breath, feeling speechless. He doesn’t get to feel frustrated, you think to yourself, not today, not in this situation. “I do like you. More than you think, actually. But do you ever think of what Chanyeol is going to say or how he’d react if he knew? I’m feeling guilty, extremely guilty. You’re not just his sister, but you’re his little sister, which means a lot more. He’s getting suspicious of me sneaking around with some girl he hasn’t heard about yet.”

You’re fuming. Little sister this, little sister that. Every conversation with Baekhyun always seemed to lead to that topic—how young you were, and how experienced he’d been in comparison. “Who fucking cares? He’s my brother, he doesn’t get a say in my relationships. And who is he to you that he can decide yours?”

“He’s my best friend, one that’s been around for me almost forever. I can’t just go behind his back and date his sister, let alone sleep with her.”

“Then let’s not make it complicated any more. I’m leaving.”

He freezes. Why’s he suddenly so shocked? He was watching you pack your bags seconds ago, yet it’s like reality only struck him in that moment. Baekhyun reaches to grasp onto your wrist and you push back. “Wait, you’re not actually leaving, are you?”

“What do you expect me to do? Stay? After the way you spoke to me? What about when you called me ignorant and inexperienced? Too young for you? Should I list more things why you can’t be with me and for some reason you want me to still stay?”

“I-I didn’t mean it like that,” He says, stuttering in his words. “I still have feelings for you, nonetheless.”

“That doesn’t mean shit, Baekhyun.” You pull from his hold, slinging the bag over your shoulder before storming out his apartment. “I have some pride and dignity. I can’t just stay with someone who looks and speaks of me so condescendingly.” He doesn’t stop following you though, door left open as he chases you down the flight of stairs.

“Drive safe,” He says softly, watching your figure make way to your car that parks outside of the apartment complex, heart clenching at the sight of you walk away. “Please text me when you get home.”

“As if,” You scoff, aggressively opening the door. “Don’t expect to hear from me anymore, Baekhyun.”

He’s like every other guy you’ve ever dated, have ever been with. This guy—the one who you’ve always put on a pedestal and admired— wasn’t just a guy anymore, but rather any other one you’ve ever dated. He’d stolen your heart in your early years but in actuality, Byun Baekhyun was like any other boy. Disappointing and sleazy.

Respect and admiration, the two main characteristics you looked for in a man, and the one that you thought had them, didn’t end up having them. Tears were welling up into your eyes as you’re driving; sleeves too long that they cover your hands on the wheel, and you want nothing more than just to speed past these cars on the highway.

But you knew better than to let your emotions run wild. Yet the tears just don’t stop falling.

Age. Age was just a number. There were so many people that were the same age as you without the equivalent amount of experience as you held. Whether if it were more or less, the main point was evident: age didn’t matter. It’s what Baekhyun felt was a constant need to remind you when things weren’t working out or when it got tough. It had been frustrating. Maybe it was a good thing to have left. After all, what would it have been like if you had to tell your brother?

There’s constant dinging coming from your bag, and once the traffic begins to build up, you take your attention away for a brief moment to check it.

10 Missed Calls. 30 New Messages.

All from Baekhyun.

There’s an urge within you to want to call him back but you know better. If you heard his sweet, soothing voice over the phone, you’d unconsciously turn your car around and drive directly back to his apartment. It’s how it always was.

But from now on, it was different. You can’t put Baekhyun on a pedestal anymore, you can’t put him as this picture perfect guy for you. He wasn’t— he was human, and that was okay for you, more than just okay, but he proved at that very moment that maybe you weren’t right for him.

Another blind date.

You’ve been on countless of blind dates since you officially announced to your family that the guy you’ve been seeing wasn’t... well, you weren’t seeing him anymore. Because of this, your mom thinks that you’re bitter and lonely, fearing that you’ll never find someone. “You’re only twenty-two and can’t even keep a man? We have to start early while we still have time!”

Luckily, Chanyeol tried backing you out of this one but there’s no argument against your mother. So he suggests doing the matching. You pray he’s not trying to get back at you for stealing the last yogurt cup in the fridge back in 2011.

Getting into your ‘lucky’ signature black mini dress was a bit harder than usual— you want to blame it on the relationship weight gain but you admit that your healthy habits have been lacking. After sucking in a deeper breath, the dress finally zips. Smoothing out the crevasses on the skirt of your attire, you give yourself a last check in the mirror before giving yourself a grin and a thumbs up. “OK, I got this.”

The door bell rings; assuming it’s your date, you quickly slide open your closet doors to find your heels until a familiar laugh perks up your ears. It’s none other than Baekhyun.

“You... look like you were standing by the door waiting for someone and I’m pretty sure I made this a surprise visit.” Peering out into the hallway, you can see his figure standing at the door frame, dressed in a hoodie, ripped jeans, and a trench coat... why does he make it so hard to hate him?

Chanyeol shakes his head, standing aside for his friend to enter. “Jongin is supposed to be here sometime soon.”

“Oh, you made plans with him?”

“Nah, setting him up with my sister. I’m free for the rest of the night. You tryna hang?” Baekhyun gives Chanyeol a dazed look of bewilderment. “You’re... setting up your sister with Kim Jongin?” He nods with his lips pursed, confident with his response that his friend seems to question uncertainly. “Yeah. My mom has been on her case lately about having a boyfriend since apparently the guy she was seeing dumped her. She thinks that little Park has some personality issues and it’s going to take some time before she meets someone. I figured I’d give her an easy date, at least Jongin isn’t a dick like the past few guys.”

Baekhyun feels queasy. Were you really moving on that quickly? It was barely a week since he’d last seen you and the visual of you walking away that night haunted his days. “How long ago since it’s been since she and the guy broke up? Couldn’t have been that long, right? Why are you guys already setting her up on dates so soon?”

Chanyeol shrugs his shoulders. “Not sure. Why’s it matter anyway? Jongin is a nice guy anyway and could use some stability in his life.”

“That guy rides a motorcycle and races almost every weekend. You think he’s good for your sister?” His tone spilled in flabbergast. “You don’t think he’s going to influence her?”

“She’s an adult, she can handle herself. I highly doubt he would be influencing her though, pretty sure she would more than likely be influencing him.” Baekhyun can agree to that— after all, he’d fallen victim to that. But he didn’t like the idea of you being with someone else and he definitely wasn’t a fan of seeing you look pretty for a guy like Jongin. “Well, what if I took her out on a date?” He suggests.

Chanyeol can only let out a laugh, leading Baekhyun into the living room. “Yeah right, don’t kid around, Baek. My mom is strict about her looking for suitors; we’re looking for serious inquiries only.”

The doorbell finally rings. “Oh! I think it’s for me— I’ll get it!” Baekhyun’s head pivots to see you rushing out of your room, slipping into your heels the last second with a black leather jacket folded over your arm. He feels the breath stolen from his lungs.

“Oh. Hey Baekhyun,” You say, a weak smile upon your lips. “I got the door.”

Standing at the door with a loose dress shirt tucked in his slacks, with a couple buttons undone; Jongin’s sun-kissed tan skin is exposed from underneath, hair slicked back in gel with a bright grin on his face. “Hey, pretty.” Voice deep and smooth, goosebumps appearing on your arms. “Hi.”

“Jongin.” He startles you from behind, bumping you aside before giving his friend a handshake. “Taking little Park out? Per Chanyeol’s request?” Jongin only nods, and he doesn’t take his eyes off of you. “Yes, but... I did it willingly. After all, look how beautiful she looks.” Baekhyun snaps his fingers to regain his attention. “Where are you taking her?”

“Surprise.” He says nonchalantly, noting Baekhyun’s sudden possessiveness. “Where’s Yeol? Told him I’d say my goodbyes before I take her out tonight.” Saved by the presence of Chanyeol, you finally let go of the breath you didn’t realize you were holding. Despite the height difference, Baekhyun was attempting to size up Jongin, although lacking a bit from the towering younger male. “Whoa, what’s going on here?”

“Nothing,” They both say in unison, but Chanyeol only chuckles at the sight of his two friends. “Well, thanks for doing this for me Jongin, I’m sure you made both mine and my sister’s night a little easier.”

“Well, drive safe when you go.” Baekhyun says through his gritted teeth. Words that were once so affectionate and caring now had a different meaning behind them.

Standing by the door with his arms crossed on his chest, Baekhyun scowls while Chanyeol leans against the frame. Jongin hands over to you the spare helmet on the backseat of his motorcycle (which by the way... hot) before hopping on. Settling comfortably behind him, he lifts up his arms and although Baekhyun can’t hear what Jongin’s saying, he already knows the words. Wrap your arms around me so you don’t fall off. Right on cue because your arms snake around his frame, gripping on as tight as Baekhyun’s jaw clenches.

The restaurant he takes you to is way out of your comfort zone.

There was a comment here and there from Chanyeol that Jongin was from old money, however there wasn’t much brought up after that. Where he brings you on your first date is evident of this; it’s lavishly decorated, dark lighting with a candle that illuminates just the table, freshly picked flowers from their own garden, linen tablecloths and napkins, and to top it off, a classical band plays in the corner.

“Wow... after telling me to hop onto the back of your motorcycle, I really didn’t expect you to take me here.” He lets out a low snicker, the corners of his eyes crinkling. “A beautiful woman like you deserves a luxurious date as this.”

Jongin is a gentleman. He pulls out your chair for you, opens the car door for you, and when there’s goosebumps on your arm and you shiver at the cool air blowing down at you, he’s observant enough without you saying and asks the waiter to turn off the air.

“Baekhyun Hyung seems like have a thing for you, doesn’t he?”Jongin asks, picking up his knife to saw his steak. “I saw how... protective he was of you.”

“Eh, just an instinct. He and my brother are close, so I’m sure it rubbed off.” You lie. It’s easier to lie.

Jongin isn’t convinced. “No, I’m pretty sure he was giving me daggers with his eyes. Like... boyfriend daggers. As if I was stealing his girl or something.”

“I’m not really anyone’s to claim,” You say, fork pushing your pasta around. This conversation wasn’t fun and you weren’t in the mood to be in it. After all, you were at this date because Baekhyun didn’t want to be yours in the first place. “Hence why we’re on this date, right? There’s no Baekhyun.”

But for the rest of the night, Jongin doesn’t let it go. He keeps bringing it up, as if Baekhyun is now his competitor and they’re both fighting for a mate.

You call it a night. Saying that you might’ve eaten something bad during lunch and it wasn’t sitting well in your stomach. So much for an easy date.

“You look... really stressed out dude. Maybe we should go out for drinks tonight or something.” Chanyeol suggests, stirring the sugar in his iced coffee with the plastic straw. “What’s up with you?”

He can’t get you out of his mind. He can’t go to bars, clubs, restaurants... pretty much anywhere; he can’t go anywhere because everything reminds him of you. Baekhyun only agrees to meet up with Chanyeol because he doesn’t want to seem any more suspicious, but it seems that showing up didn’t do much of a difference either.

“Can I ask you something? And you not be mad about it?” Baekhyun blurts, leaning forward in his seat with his arms against the table.

“Uh, sure.” Chanyeol responds, brows furrowed in confusion. “I guess I can’t really control my anger if you’re asking something ridiculous, but shoot.”

“No, I really need you to not be upset about it.”

“... Uh, okay, then I guess continue.”

Baekhyun takes in a deep breath and exhales, so deep that it takes him a while to recover in order to continue the conversation. “I... Would be upset if I told you that I might have feelings for your sister?”

Chanyeol raises a brow. “... Do you really? You’re not joking, right? Because that’s some sick joke—”

“No? At least, I don’t think I am.” Baekhyun says quickly, shaking his head. “Just... can you stop setting her up with these other guys?” His best friend takes a sip of his drink, cringing at the taste before opening the lid to pour more sugar into it. “Okay, I won’t anymore. So what are you going to do now?”

“You— you’re not mad about it?”

Taking a sip of the coffee, he nods in content before closing the lid. “Well, yeah, why would I be mad?” He pauses for a moment, eyes gazing up at Baekhyun’s tired ones. “Wait... you’re not telling me that she’s the reason you’ve been so stressed out, are you? Dude, I sent her out with Jongin! What’d you do?”

“I... I don’t know.” He responds, still appalled by Chanyeol’s calmness surrounding the situation. “But we dated for a bit and I ruined it by telling her that you might not be as supportive about this.”

“Dude...” He clicks his tongue in disbelief. “Why didn’t you just tell me before? Did you already fuck up before it even really started?”

“What else am I supposed to do? What if you said no? Was I to pick between the girl I’m in love with and my best friend?”

“Baek, stop being difficult. She’s old enough to decide things herself. What do you think this is, the Medieval times? Women are capable of making their own decisions— even if she’s my baby sister and something in my stomach really wants to punch you for even laying your eyes on her, but I can’t do that.” Then, there’s a pause. “Did you say you love her?”

“Uh...” He sighs, standing up in his seat and gestures Baekhyun up as well. “Come on, let’s go fix this mess.”

Baekhyun declines, slouching. “I’ve already fucked it up to the point of no return. She blocked my number, doesn’t respond to texts— I couldn’t even come to your house this past week because I knew she would ignore me. I look like a crazed boyfriend with how much I’m trying here.”

“You are a crazed boyfriend, you literally fucked up your chances with her.”

“Which is why I think I should completely give up.”

Rubbing his face in his hands, Chanyeol frustratedly groans. “Honestly, if you’re going to give up so easily, maybe you don’t deserve her.” Baekhyun swallows, anxiously shaking his leg under the table. “What am I supposed to do? Stand outside her house until she has to come out?”

“Well, for one thing, you got her brother’s permission and acceptance of the two of you being together. Isn’t that something? Wasn’t that one of the reasons that stemmed from the conversation?”

Baekhyun grunts, hands furiously ruffling his hair. “It wasn’t only that. I called her immature, Yeol. I told her that she wasn’t mature enough for me.” His best friend stays silent for a moment, so quiet that you could almost hear him blink. “Do you really believe that?”

“Of course not. She’s the most mature twenty two year old I’ve ever met. She has most of her life together than I do, not including the fact that she has more self-assurance than I ever did at that age. But she doesn’t make me feel bad about it either; she wants me to bask in my childish behavior and be myself—“

“—stop talking and save it for her, will you?”

His palms are incredibly sweaty. Wiping the excess moisture on the fabric of his jeans, he tightens his jaw but follows with a deep inhale and exhale afterwards. “Why are you so nervous? I thought you said you liked her and were comfortable with her?” Chanyeol is shuffling through his pockets and filing through the many keys he has for the front door of your parents’ place before a familiar voice is heard behind the wooden material.

“I think it’s Yeol, Dad! I got it—“ The door swings open and the sight of you clenches Baekhyun’s chest.

You’re so pretty; so fucking goddamn pretty. Hair tied back in a loose bun, oversized grey hoodie and black shorts yet the simplest outfit has Baekhyun almost gasping for air. It makes the acidity in his stomach grumble— or his intestines in a knot; he’s not quite sure. One thing he was certain of was that knowing that he was the cause of your tired and sad eyes made his heart drop.

“Oh, hey Baekhyun.” That stung. He missed hearing you call him your baby. “You guys coming in?”

“I’m coming in. But you? Stay out here and talk to Baekhyun.” A blank expression on your face, you blink profusely. “Is everything okay?”

“Apparently not. Seemed like my friend is rather smitten with you. What’d you do? Drug his drink?”

“With what? You think I have to drug your friends to think I’m somewhat pretty?”

“No, I think you have to drug their drinks to get them to fall in love with you. He’s crazy now; I don’t think I want to be around him anymore. You keep him.” His words don’t have an underlying tone that you can pick out but he ends it off with a soft smile before patting your shoulder and walking into the house.

It’s just you and Baekhyun.

“Why’s he talking like that?” You say, ultimately shattering the glass of silence. “He’s acting like I have all his friends by a leash.”

“You have me by a leash.” It’s a quiet again. A heavy empty space of stillness settled over the two of you, thicker than the awkwardness and tension that had never been there before.

“Why are you—“

“You’re home early.” Baekhyun states the obvious, gathering enough courage to speak up. “Bad date?” Sucking in your cheeks, you’re tempted to tell him that it’s none of his business, yet you play along to his game anyway. “No... he was great. He just had a lot to offer when it came to money and I knew I couldn’t reciprocate nor live that life.” He nods as if this information was helpful, knowing that regardless of the turnout of the date, he would still be having this conversation.

“I told Yeol.” Your eyes widen; this is the most of a reaction he has gotten from you in a while and he admits that he misses it. “You what? Are you crazy? It was supposed to be meticulously planned—”

“He said he was okay with it.” Blinking blankly, you’re still hesitant about what to say next. “That... that doesn’t change where we left off.” Distressingly raking his hair with his fingers, he nods. “I know it doesn’t make up for any of the things I said but I still want another shot. I said it in the moment of panic— I had to pick between you and Chanyeol, and I didn’t know what to do.”

“So... what are you trying to say?”

“That what I said the other day, I didn’t mean it. I guess, calling you little Park like I’ve always done made it easy, knowing that I didn’t have to choose between my best friend and the girl I’ve been head over heels for. It gave me enough time to figure out what I wanted to do and... I just ended up ruining it for myself.”

You’re quiet the entire time, hands twiddling with the fabric of your hoodie. Unsure how to feel and uncertain of what to say, you just swallow any words that want to leave your mouth, not wanting to be too easy and let him back into your arms so easily. “Please, say something, say anything. I’m in love with you and honestly, I never thought I’d be in this position. All those girls I’ve dated—none of them made me feel in comparison to you.” His voice is wavering; you assume it’s from him being nervous.

“Baek, I don’t want to get hurt again.” You say softly, almost in a whisper. “You made me feel so stupid that day. I put you on this pedestal, I thought so highly of you—“

“Don’t do that,” He interrupts, stepping closer to you. “Don’t think so highly of me because I already broke your heart once. I made you wait so long and never realized your feelings for me. You’re the one that I should be putting on a pedestal.” Tears begin to well in your eyes again—Baekhyun’s the reason again, but it’s the opposite from before.

“I picked my nose before opening the door and wiped it on the doorknob before coming out because I knew Chanyeol was going to touch it. Are you sure about that?” He laughs, arms wrapping around your frame before pulling you against his chest. “Exactly what I looked for in a girlfriend. Someone who would torture my best friend.”

“I think I’m ready to move out.”

“Oh wow,” You say, slightly impressed. “You’re like what, 29? You probably should have your own place by now. Instead, you’ve been living at your parents’ house, trying to steal your sister’s last can of coke from the fridge. And you didn’t even bother to replace it!” Baekhyun chuckles at the siblings arguing, rubbing your back soothingly.

“Nobody asked you to drink so much of it. It’s bad for your heath.”

“You’re just saying that because you can’t handle my hits. You want me to be weaker.”

“Rightfully so.” He attacks back, sticking his tongue at you. “Man, ever since Baek started dating you, he won’t even stand by me anymore. I felt like I had more confidence knowing that he might back me up.” His friend shakes his head. “I never did though, I let you guys just fight.” Chanyeol groans. “Whatever. Anyway, I think I should look for a roommate temporarily before completely moving out on my own.”

Baekhyun sits up on the couch. “You could always come live with me, you know.” Your older brother scoffs, shaking his head. “Nah, not after you started dating my sister. I’m only half okay with this, I’m not sure how I’d feel hearing your bedpost banging on the wall.”

“What— why would you even bring that up!”

Chanyeol sighs disappointingly, leaning back. “Man, I miss when Baek used to date other girls. He’d talk about how wild some of them were, how his flings were… he lived the life I wanted to live—ouch! Did you just throw the controller at me?” He winces, rubbing his head. “What was that for?”

“Are you seriously talking about his past sexual encounters in front of me, you asshole?”

“Okay but Baek—“ Baekhyun raises his hands in defeat. “I don’t know if I’m cool with you bringing this up with my current girlfriend, dude.”

“This is a losing battle, isn’t it?”

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𝐶𝑟𝑎𝑧𝑦 𝑖𝑛 𝐿𝑜𝑣𝑒-Part 1

Pairings: yandere mafia leader!baekhyun x reader

Genre: suggestive, smut in later chapters, angst probs, fluff here and there but its very lowkey

《teaser next》

Warnings: kidnapping, drug use, alcohol consumption, baeks kinda crazy, pet names, master kink, spanking (he literally spanks her once), choking (not in a kinky way), mentions of blood and murder

Word count: 4.9k

Tag list: @wooya1224 @geniusloey tell me if you want to be tagged!!

⚠️ this is purely fictional and not how I imagine baekhyun to actually act. If you feel like you're in a situation like this please run and report it. I do not support this behavior.

How long has it been? 3 or 5 days? Maybe even a week. You didnt know nor did you care. But why would you? You've gave up caring ever since your boyfriend, Sungho was murdered right in front of you, but you couldn't even see who the murderer was which drove you insane.

Tears and blood stained your pretty skin that night, so much agony and rage ran through your veins. All you wanted to do was curl up into a ball and scream until you passed out. But its been days since you've gotten a proper good night's sleep and it was eating you away ever so slowly. Everytime you closed your eyes, you remembered that dreadful day, Sungho's screams, the terror on his beautiful face, his lifeless bloody body. What did he do to deserve death? Why did it have to be him?

"Y/n! Y/n, its been four days please come out of your room!" It was the familiar voice of your mother and her knocking that brought you back to reality. She was almost begging, she hasn't seen you since you locked yourself away that night so you couldnt blame her for being worried, but you were fine. "I'm coming in."

She pushed your door open to see you cuddling your blanket with no emotion on your face. You looked at her with barely any care and rolled over, facing away from her.

She sighed and sat on the edge of the bed, "You know y/n, we'll get to the bottom of this and have them put behind bars. It's gonna be ok-"

"No its not," you rasped from not using your voice in so long, "I dont even know what the murderer looked like, how can we put them behind bars!?" There was a small pause, she knew finding them wasnt likely which hurt you like hell, but she was still trying her best to comfort you.

"...At least come out of your room, everyone's worried." Your mother pleaded and though you really didnt want to move, you didnt want to upset or worry anyone any further so you got up.

With a smile, she did the same and led you downstairs to where you dad and sister were. They tensed when they saw you, but nonetheless smiled sadly, thanking the heavens you were okay.

"You look horrible..." your sister, Haeun, commented making you cringe. It wasnt like she was wrong, you spent four days not taking a shower and sitting in the same clothes so of course you looked bad, who wouldn't.

You excused yourself and went into the kitchen grabbing the first thing you saw, a bottle of vodka. Now it wasnt the best drink you could've had, but you decided to drink away your pain and suffering since you couldnt take the heart ache any longer.

"Shes doing it again." Your mother whispered but you heard her clear as day. "Shouldnt we stop her?"

"What for? She won't listen and she's traumatized. There's nothing much we could do right now." Your dad spoke with sadness watching as you took a quick swig from the substance.

Normally, you're not one to drink vodka but now it felt good, maybe too good. The more you drank it, the less pain you were in. It could last forever, you thought, but nothing lasts forever.

As you poured yourself another drink, you started wondering about Sungho again. If there were an afterlife, was he happy there? Would he be watching over you, making sure you were happy and healthy?If only it were that simple.

Though you and him were starting to drift off a bit, you still cared and loved him and now you're starting to take everything you guys went through for granted. Its what you get.

Standing up, you left the kitchen a bit dizzy from only drinking alcohol and having nothing else in your system and went back upstairs to take a shower. You decided after drinking, you wanted to go to the club you always go to. Normally, you didnt go on a Thursday, but you thought since you haven't been out in a while that it would be good to leave and breathe in the fresh air.

You took a fairly quick shower and your hair and makeup didnt take long either. Finally stopping to look at yourself in the mirror, your saw how pale and tired you were. Almost lifeless. You figured that once you finally have a good time, it would all go away and you'd be happy again.

"Where are you going?" You jumped at the voice of Haeun who appeared out of nowhere.

"To the club." You stated nonchalantly,

Haeun frowned, "Thats not a good idea, all you'll do is drink until you pass out. And there's always weirdos waiting for their turn with someone vulnerable like that."

A smile formed on your face trying to lighten up the mood a bit, "Ill be fine. I promise nothing bad will happen."

Haeun sighed, almost sounding like a bratty child who didn't get their way because she knew she wouldn't change your mind no matter how hard she tried. It sucked to have a stubborn sibling like yourself.

Sehun rolled his eyes at the sight of Baekhyuns scheduled flirting session. The girl was dressed in barely anything and he could tell she was probably Baekhyuns new toy for the night as he started getting handsy with her. But Sehun could see how Baekhyuns eyes weren't always looking at her. Instead, they sometimes searched passed the girl in hopes to find something else. He knew what, actually who he was searching for so he never asked or mentioned it.

He remembered you perfectly. Your calm and sleeping figure laying peacefully on your boyfriends chest. It was a shame he had to wake you up while he killed the man. And it was a shame to see such a pretty girl cry and scream with such fright in her eyes.

But Sehun didn't feel that bad, he did what he was supposed to do with only a little remorse.

"Sehun," Baekhyun called, the younger lifted his head waiting for him to continue, "Are you sure you didn't hurt my little toy the other day?"

Sehun scoffed, "If I did, I'd be dead by now, hyung."

The man chuckled sadistically , "She hasn't been here in a while," Baekhyun looked up from the girl and turned to Sehun, "Its only safe to ask."

"Hyung, I told you before that shes probably scared." Sehun face palmed when Baekhyun glared at him.

"A little red shouldnt effect someone that bad."

"I kil-" Sehun stopped what he was about to say, forgetting about the girl straddling Baekhyuns lap and cleared his throat, "Shes not used to stuff like that, Baek."

He didn't care about what Sehun said and ignored the youngests pointless blabbering, returning his attention back the girl only for a short amount of time until something caught his attention.

You walked in his club with confidence and beauty not giving any staring man the time of day and took your usual seat at the bar. After ordering your drink, you put your head in your arms and Baekhyun grinned.

Now was his chance, there's no way anyone will get in his way and there was no way he'd let this chance go.

"Stay here." Baekhyun said to Sehun, pushing the girl off him as he stood up. She almost pulled him back but he gave her such a terrifying death glare that made her stop.

"Theres no way youre actually gonna go talk to her...right?" Sehun questioned a bit shocked that Baekhyun was actually going to you after so long.

"Of course I am, I'll be back." With that, Baekhyun walked away from the two with only one thing on his mind: you.

He waltzed with a smirk of pure evil. What would he do? Only God knew, but he couldnt help himself when he saw your pretty face.

All eyes watched Baekhyun stop next to you, astonished that he went to talk to a girl and not the other way around, "Excuse me sweetheart," You popped your head up in the direction Baekhyun spoke, he took a seat next to you with an almost comforting smile when he saw your red cheeks, "But are you okay."

You wanted to spill everything that happened so bad because you needed to get it out, but you didnt know the man and neither did he know you so all you could do was nod, "Im fine."

Baekhyun knew behind your lying eyes was someone in pain and searching for a person to hold, but he couldnt do anything just yet and tried loosening you up to him so he could do what he wanted to do in the first place.

"C'mon sweetheart, you can tell me anything." He smiled that charismatic smile of his, "I'm easy to talk to."

It was believable for the most part and you laughed a bit, the first laugh you actually had since that tragic night, "You seem like a sweet talker," you smirked causing Baekhyun to chuckle, "Whats the catch?"

"There is no catch, I just wanted to know if youre okay. And besides, I could tell you've been crying." He pointed to your tear stained cheeks and you mentally cursed yourself for unintentionally crying just a few moments ago.

"Oh.."

"Dont worry," He chuckled, "Whatever it is im sure you'll get over it." Baekhyun almost failed to hide his sinful smug as you frowned and covered it quickly with a swig of your drink.

But something inside was eating you away about what happened, you needed to let out your emotions and you started caring less and less that he was a stranger. Then again, what if you scared him away? What will happen next?

"At least tell me your name first," You blushed and shyly looked over at him who had an expecting glint in his eyes, "Then maybe ill tell you why I'm so upset."

Baekhyun stretched his hand out in front of him and you gently shook it. Damn he had a strong grip, "My names Byun Baekhyun and you?" He asked as if he didnt know who you were.

"Y/n L/n." You beamed, wondering why his name was so familiar. "So uh- my story..." Fumbling with the drink in your hands, you sighed heavily, "Long story short, my boyfriend was...murdered in front of me." You mumbled the last bit, but you didnt need to repeat yourself as Baekhyun already knew every single detail of that night thanks to Sehun.

Placing a soft hand on your shoulder he whispered with fake sympathy, "I understand now why you're so upset," Liar, "I feel terrible," No he doesn't.

He wiped a stray tear that had slipped down your cheeks and sent you a solemn look.

"I-its in the past i guess." You muttered, "I can't change a thing about it."

Damn right you couldnt. Even if there were some form of time travel, Baekhyun wouldn't dare let you try and change the past because that would mean you weren't entirely his. But since there isn't anything like that, Baekhyun has nothing to worry about except figuring out how to bring you back with him.

"Would you like a glass of water, y/n?" Baekhyun asked quickly as a thought popped into his head. You nodded your head slowly and Baekhyun called over the bartender. You werent really paying attention to him ordering the water and just let your mind slip to the sound of the music and looked around the room, tapping your fingers to the beat, but you stopped when you felt a pair of sharp eyes watching you from somewhere. You looked here and there before stopping on a man that was a about a few inches taller than Baekhyun. He had a eerie grin on his face when you noticed him, then he winked.

Chills went down your spine and you spun yourself around in your chair facing forwards causing Baekhyun to raise an eyebrow but he didnt question it.

"Heres the water." He handed the drink over and you thanked him before taking a sip. It tasted a bit weird but not all water tasted the same, though it was slightly dry for water.

"So tell me about yourself, y/n." Baekhyun checked his watch, all he needed was fifteen minutes then you were all his. "You seem like an interesting person." He looked up and smiled.

"Well," You thought about what was possibly interesting enough to tell him, "Im in my second year of college!" A smile crossed your lips.

"Oh really? Where do you go?" Baekhyun did seem interested to know some parts of your life. Somehow, you caught his attention like that. Thats why Sehun was a surprised when he finally made his move with you.

"Seoul of Performing Arts." You beamed. It was the happiest moment in your life when you got accepted and all of your family members, extended and close, celebrated your acceptance, "My boyfriend, Sungho, went there too."

He just about rolled his eyes but replaced it with a nod and a fake warm smile. If you knew him better, you'd know that smile was only him clenching his jaw in anger.

"How cute." The glint in his eyes proved he was lying and maybe you were too stupid or innocent to notice when you took another sip of water.

He watched and wished his plan could go faster, he was excited to have fun with his pretty little toy and he couldnt wait any longer.

"What about you?" You raised a brow. There was still something in your gut that made you feel like you knew him. And you still wondered why. Was he someone famous in the city? Maybe you've heard your friends mention him here and there? What was it about him that was so familiar?

"You'll know soon enough kitten." You frowned at the pet name as he pat your head like you were a small child yet you chose to ignore it.

It was a bit outlandish and made you more skeptical to know who he was.

"Thats not very reassuring, Baekhyun." Your quirked.

"Why tell you when I can just show you?" He leaned in, mocking your now pouty lips and chuckled, "The drugs should be setting in by now."

You lifted your head up with wide eyes, "Wait what?" Did you hear him right? Did he say what you thought he said? "What do you mean drugs!?" You said with awestruck as your heart raced in fear. You hoped to god he was just joking

The man before you smirked that unpleasant smirk of his, almost like the guy you saw before and you started panicking more, knowing he wasn't kidding. You tried to get up and run but you felt so woozy in a matter of seconds. Not to mention the sudden pain in your stomach that made you want to throw up. What was Baekhyuns plan? Why did he do this!? You thought at least one thing could go right tonight and maybe you could have fun, but you were wrong. So so wrong.

Trying to leave the club building, you knew you wouldn't make it but you still wanted to attempt an escape. It didn't have to be like this. Each step made it harder to move and your eyes started drooping. It was too late for you.

Already collapsed on the ground, people gasped and stared at your almost lifeless body as Baekhyun tilted his head to the side, "She tried, ill give her that." He walked over and crouched down next to you, moving the hair out of your pale face, "But not hard enough."

In an instant, your body was thrown over the man's shoulder. No one commented on anything that happened in fear that they could be next. It was impossible to say that they felt bad either, they were just glad it didn't happen to themselves.

"Sehun," He called out to the younger male but Sehun was already ahead of him, "You drive." He tossed him the keys.

With a nod they both walked out, you on Baekyuns shoulder as he took you to the expensive car. Gently, he placed you down in backseat, putting your seatbelt on for you, and climbed in on the other side to sit next to you.

"All this just for a girl." Sehun shook his head but needless to say he still smirked, "Youre loosing yourself, hyung." The car sparked and drove off into the night, no cops came searching. They knew better. And neither was there news of your kidnapping, the city stayed quiet.

Sure once your parents realized you were gone they'd start freaking out, but would they dare mess with Baekhyun? Would anyone actually try to mess with him? The mafia could easily answer that with an optimistic no. Remember, Baekhyun had power. No one is going to stop him.

"How long will she be out for?" Sehun asked.

Baekhyun shrugged, "Like an hour or two." He was excited for your life with him now, he knew you were finally his after a year of watching you come and go in his club, plus the small stalking he did when he wanted to see you, and he could only smile. No one can get in between him and your love anymore. "Shes gonna love it when she gets home!"

Sehun chuckled at Baekhyuns almost child like enthusiam and started, "She seems a bit innocent," he paused, looking back at your passed out body in the mirror before returning back to the road, "Normally women don't look off into space when someone's buying them a drink."

"Maybe she's a bit slow, but she wouldn't be here with me if that didn't happen."

The candle flickered in the dark as you awoke on a strange bed. You're head was pounding a bit as you tried looking around at your unfamiliar surroundings. What happened? Was your first thought and you started questioning where you were too. You knew something wasn't right but you couldn't understand why.

You tried getting up only to be locked in place by restraints on your wrists. They were only silk but they were tied tight enough to keep you still. Tilting your head in confusion, you heard foot steps coming towards the door and stopping for a mere few seconds before the door handle twisted.

You anticipated what was going to happen, you didnt even know what was going on in the first place, but you remembered the man standing in front of you.

"B-Baekhyun..?"

"Hey, kitten." That sinister smile was plastered on his face. You were sure it held more meanings then just one.

"Where a-am i?"

He almost cooed at your curiosity but composed himself, "At my mansion, where you'll be staying from now on."

There was a moment where you had to think, interestingly enough what Baekhyun said didnt even frighten you in the slightest, but then again you were high off the drug.

"C-Can you u-untie my hands please?" Your voice was soft and quiet, Baekhyun noticed you werent fully aware of your surroundings and complied, untying the silk from your wrists.

Your eyes were a little dilated when you looked at him. He was gorgeous, you had to give him that, though you wanted to remember why something wasn't sitting right with him. "Baekhyun?"

He looked up with a hum.

"Who...are y-you to me?" You squinted your eyes at the man who sat on the bed next to you, drawing small shapes on your thigh in a sort of loving manner.

"Your boyfriend, y/n."

Boyfriend? You have a boyfriend?

"I have a boyfriend..?" You muttered and asked more to yourself than to him, but he snickered, knowing way more than you did.

"Kitten you drank too much, go back to sleep." He lied and pushed your shoulders down so you were flat against the mattress.

"I-i did?" You whined when Baekhyun kissed your cheek. He always wanted to kiss more than your cheek, he couldnt bring himself to do that unless you were fully conscious for him.

"Yes baby girl, so get some sleep."

You grumbled, "I-Im not t-tired."

Baekhyun sighed, "Then what would the pretty girl like to do?"

You perked up on the mattress and grinned, "Im hungry!"

"Youre hungry?" Baekhyun repeated with a smile at your small childlike energy and you nodded back, "I can ask someone to make you something if you'd like."

"Please!"

He stood up, waiting for you to do the same but since you weren't very awake, you stumbled a bit.

Baekhyun settled with carrying you to the mansions kitchen, awing at your cuteness the whole time. It was a bit of a walk but luckily you were light.

Sitting you down, Baekhyun walked off, finding someone to cook for you. In your state, you felt a bit lonely, only knowing Baekhyun and not your surroundings, it made you feel a bit lost. It shocked you too how you didnt remember Baekhyun being your boyfriend, you started question the relationship between the two of you more.

"Princess i got you your favorite dish!" He walked in with a plate of jjajangmyeon and set it down in front of you.

Your mouth was watering and you were ready to dig in before wondering, "H-How do you know m-my favorite dish?"

Baekhyun hesitated at the question before clearing his throat and spoke with a raised brow, "We're dating y/n, why wouldn't I know what you like?"

"Uh yeah..right...." you dug in, your mind was starting to clear up a bit, not enough for you to fully remember anything though. But the more you thought, the more consciousness you regained.

Baekhyun watched as you gobbled down the meal with full satisfaction. This wouldn't be the first time he's watched you and neither would it be the last. He liked knowing you were eating well and were healthy so he was proud.

"I-im done!"

"Good girl. Now wait for me to come back so we can go to bed, okay?" You nodded and sat patiently as he took your plate and waited for your boyfriend to come back.

A few moments later, Baekhyun still was no where to be seen and your mind was slowly coming back, "N-no...wait." mumbling to yourself, you figured it out in just mere seconds and remembered that your boyfriend was brutally murdered four days ago in front of you. After four days you went to the bar to drink away the anguish and met someone, that someone was Byun Baekhyun. After thirty or so minutes of talking to him, you were drugged when you werent paying attention and passed out minutes later. Now you were here at Baekhyuns mansion, lied to and kidnapped. "Oh fuck."

The chair scraped against the floor and you wasted no time running to your hopeful freedom.

But you weren't a lucky person. Oh no you weren't. You were tossed and pushed against the door you were about to open by someone much bigger. He was the same guy you saw at the bar and his smirk was nothing different. Cynical and frightening.

The man stepped closer to you before putting one hand next to your head and whispered, "Are you playing a cat and mouse game with hyung now? How cute." Standing tall, he grabbed you by the hair and dragged you back to where you came. You groaned and tried fighting back, but there was no use, he wasn't going to let go until after he practically threw you into Baekhyuns arms.

You were about to scream at Baekhyun and the no name man until Baekhyun covered your mouth with his hand, "Say something and you'll regret it." He growled into your ear as you shook and fought.

You hummed against him and tried biting his hand and punching his side, but he was like a man of steel and let it happen, only raising his brow like he wanted to hurt you, but didnt.

"Sehun, tell Chanyeol to lock all the doors for the next week or so 'til she learns how to behave."

The man nodded and ran off leaving you two alone. Fear was one way to describe it and the look Baekhyun gave you didnt help.

"Now kitten why would you go and do some shit like that? Are you asking to be punished?" He took his hand off your mouth to let you speak. Baekhyuns aura was much different than earlier. The nice guy was gone and you were left with a man who could kill you with just one look.

You stopped hitting him and screamed viciously, "Fuck you! You're fucking insane!"

"Now now princess," he pressed a hand to your throat, wrapping it tighter and tighter until you felt the oxygen leave your lungs, "It seems as if you're asking for a punishment."

"I-if you...s-so dare to-touch..any other p-part of my body, i-ill....kill you..." You whimpered, grabbing his wrist in attempts to pull him off but Baekhyun was relentless, keeping his grasp tight and painful.

"Stop struggling, you're only making this harder for yourself."

There were two options now, either listen to Baekhyun or fight until you passed out again.

"Princess." His voice held a warning tone and you hesitantly stopped and moments later he loosened his grip, you knew there would be marks by tomorrow, "We are going to bed now. Don't try to run, I have this place guarded up and if you do somehow make it out, be prepared because I will find you and beat your ass until you can't sit for a month. Understand?"

Your stomach did flips and not in a good way, you were scared, "Y-yes."

"Can you say 'yes master'?" His voice went higher as he said the last part to mimic yours.

You sighed, positive if you didnt comply then you'd be here all night, "Yes m-master..."

"Good girl." He kissed your cheek and you almost smacked him in disgust but tried not to act aggressive towards him. You wanted to leave, not be punished by whatever he had in mind. "Call me that from now on."

Baekhyun grabbed your hand and led you to the room you were just in, now that you took a good look, it was a pretty room. There was a red sofa against the wall and some other matching chairs plus a huge flat screen TV hanging on the wall facing the bed. You had to admit, he had good taste but he was still insane.

As you sat down on the bed, Baekhyun reached into his draw to pull out a t-shirt and handed it to you with a wide smile, but you raised a brow at the fabric.

"No pants?" You asked.

Baekhyun chuckled, "What for?"

"Because of creeps like you." You grumbled and snatched the shirt that dangled in front of your face before storming off into the connected bathroom. Inside, you could hear Baekhyuns annoying laugh and ignored it, changing into the surprisingly very oversized shirt that went down to your mid thigh.

Taking the clothes you wore earlier, you went back into the room where Baekhyun laid peacefully on the bed, waiting for you.

He only had his boxers on which made you groan in anger and decided to not lay on the bed and instead on the couch near it.

"Princess, what are you doing?" He perched himself on his elbows, watching you throw your clothes on the ground then take the folded blanket on the couch and wrap yourself with it as you laid down.

"Going to sleep, master." You stated coldly with a glare.

Baekhyun rolled his eyes, "Get over here." He said, voice low and laced with dominance but you remained still, closing your eyes and pretending as if you were asleep. "Y/n." He warned but there was no reply.

"Thats it." You heard him get up and march to where you laid. Baekhyun picked you up and you yelped at the sudden intrusion and were thrown over his shoulder.

Smacking his back got you nowhere as he threw you down on the bed, pinning both your hands down and hovered over you with a killing look, "Next time you don't listen, ill bend you over my knee."

"Youre all talk, no action." In an instant you were flipped over and a hand landed straight on your bare ass, leaving you shocked and mouth agape.

"Are you sure, kitten? Would you like me to spank you again?"

"N-no."

"No what?"

"N-no master.."

Baekhyun slowly let you go and laid beside you, still a bit irrated. "Now go to sleep."

You couldnt. Not with the lingering fear of what could happen next. Plus, not with his arm wrapped around your waist with a somewhat tight hold. You were just too scared to let your gaurd down. Why shouldn't you be scared though? What if he took advantage of your sleeping body and did something terrible.

There was no way you could get rest now. You could now count this as your fifth day without proper sleep.

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clubtuan · 4 years

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Sorry, I couldn’t get to you

Pairing: Do Kyungsoo x female reader

Genre: The chilling adventure of Sabrina!au /witch!au /ansgt a lot of it/ mention of Swing Kids/ fluff / suggestive

Prompt : « I make my own happiness, and I hope you can too » - Sabrina Morningstar

A/N: I finish CAOS and I miss Kyungsoo. And I have Roh Kisoo feelings so yeah this happened, my first scenarios with EXO. And I totally wrote this listening to ‘’Say Something’’ by A Great Big World 90% of the time.

Word count : 5k

Rain was heavily falling that night, and your familiar, a black cat sitting next to you purring. Life as 24 year old witch in Seoul, but still a single 24 year old, life wasn’t that boring it was just that people were always asking you to introduce them to your boyfriend.. Hell who needs a boyfriend when their cousin is the king of Hell, or when your family is the known as the most powerful witches in this damn country ?

The smoke of your tea was long gone as the liquid turned cold, but a burnt smell came to your nostrils .. Park Chanyeol, the king of the under and your cousin.

‘’Hello cousin.

For the love of Satan, Chanyeol!’’ He laughed and take the place right next to you, taking off his crown. ‘’Hell is hella boring without you’’ he sighed.

The only thing you wanted to answer him was how earth was also a boring playground without him, and how Junmyeon wasn’t helping cause he probably was busy running the Academy of Unseen Arts.

You sighed, humans weren’t funny, working wasn’t funny, and plus your feet hurt, from working in Minseok’s small cafe. ‘’You’re a real drama queen Y/N’’ Said Chanyeol before readjusting his black oversized opened dress shirt. ‘’Go to a club, find a cute or bad boy looking guy and have some fun’’ He said picking up his bloody crown.

You couldn’t believe it, even your cousin was asking you to get .. well for the moment a one night stand, but still asking you to find a ‘someone’ ..

‘’Uh and before I forget honey, you may be a witch but black isn’t our only option here’ He disappeared before you could kill him or throw a pillow to his face.’’ -Unbelievable, was all you said after his exit.

You scanned your shelves full of spell books, ‘dark magic : a witchy way with demons’, other books about demons and others creatures you had to deal with, a big brown book caught your eyes and you smirk taking it in your hands. ‘’Boyfriend, here we meet’’ your cat meow looking at you ‘’I know buddy, but everyone says I should have someone so ..’’

To be real witches and wizards are known to have sex demons, and huge sexual orgies from time to time .. seriously what is the problem with witches and sex ?

Oh yeah Lilith was !

You find yourself in the bathroom that night, sculpting your future boyfriend in the wax of a few red candles. abs ? Check ! Cute looking butt ? Check ! Good look ? Check. Nice ?Also check !

‘’Let the doll sit in hot water for one to two days and your lover will be yours’’ you read out of the book.

The bathtub was full and ready, and your were casting the spell asking yourself the hell you were doing.

You clearly fell asleep, waiting to your full tub to see if anything would change .. but nope nothing really changed except the size of the wax doll, which was now a lot larger and not much looking like wax. Work was starting for another few hours but someone was ringing at your door at 9am. And the same someone didn’t wait for you to entered your apartment.

‘’Y/N? We know you’re here, the cat told us.’’ Aunties !

You exited your bathroom closing your door, they didn’t need to see your future love spell laying in hot water with rose petals !

‘’Aunties hi!’’ They both looked at you as if you were insane, well you totally looked like at the moment, your oversized black shirt, and dried mascara under your eyes !

‘’What are you doing ?’’

I’m creating my own boyfriend, cause people I work with, or I’m friend with ask me about my love life 24/7 .. nah you shouldn’t say that to your aunts or else they’ll kill you ..

‘’Nothing Aunt Zee ! I just need coffee cause I .. I .. Yeah coffee !’’

Both of your aunts looked at each other, but not in the suspicious way you tried to avoid, thanks Dark Lord ! ‘’Your cousin, ..’’ Aunt H started but you clearly were not listening to them. Looking at you bathroom door asking yourself a lot of question, does he has a name or you had to give him one ?

‘’Aunties, if you create someone out of .. never mind’’ you stopped yourself, they didn’t need to suspect you and your future « man »?

And the fact you wanted them out of here .. fast ! No need for them to see a stranger getting out of one of your rooms probably naked and confused !

You were bored to wait for anything to happen, and plus you received a text.

JUNMYEON:

You small witch, don’t forget about the Coven party in 2 days.

If you’re not here, I’ll kill u under the full moon babe xox

What a best friend ! You once again totally forgot about this little Coven thing at Minseok cafe he was hosting with Baekhyun.

Witches parties were always too much, even more if Byun Baekhyun was the one throwing the said party. Going back to the 50s (like literally), ghosts ..

To be honest you wanted your Saturday night to be a rerun of « Sabrina, the teenage witch » under a plaid on your couch with pizza, beer and tteokbokki, not a extravagant party with all your Coven.

BAEKHYUNIE:

Get ready for the night of your witchy spicy life, cause your god fairy mother (me!!)

got some friend who are single & ready to mingle !

YOU:

Baek, no more weird goblin or any magical creatures !

Plus you are late I’ve a date !

His only response was a few shocked emojis, and a few seconds later another text : I’m behind your door with food !

But Baekhyun, being Baekhyun he didn’t ring the bell and come into your home with a huge goofy smile on his lips.

‘’Don’t look at me like that, I’ve got your fav’’

Why everybody was coming to visit you today ? Normally your apartment was cozy and calm .. but not today ! For Satan’s love !

Baekhyun was one of your closest friend, but also a dark fairy and Chanyeol’s right arm.

And fairies loves to party way too much, it was in their personality ! But the cutest thing was his pointy ears.

‘’ So, my lil friend got herself a date ?’’

And fairy were all about gossips! You simply smiled and nodded at your friend. No need to say too much !

‘’Sooo ..’’ You tried to start another conversation ‘’ How is hell today ?’’

He lifted one of his eyebrow ‘’ Yeol was here last night, don’t try to escape my questions woman’’

Maybe you should have stuff your mouth with rice and onions !

Your fairy friend talked and talked, asking you a few questions about your date for the party. You nodded and made a few ‘’oh!’’ ‘’mhmm’’ but must importantly you were eating and trying to avoid his questions.

Until that one moment when Baekhyun suddenly stopped talking, and was looking behind you his mouth wide open.

‘’Sorry babe, I was a bit long’’

Babe ? You turned in your sit and your eyes dropped to a towel, one of your black towel hanging low on some hips, well defined hips to say, and as your eyes were going up to see who that was, you followed a happy trail, your mouth watered at the sight, happy trail being one of your weakness in a man. After his define stomach and sun kissed glowing skin. His heart shaped lips looked so kissable and full, his dark eyes hided behind tick black frame of glasses. God he was beautiful, more than that to be honest, his voice sounded like honey to your ears, his cute hand slowly scratching the back of his head. You watched a few drop of water running on his chest.

Next you saw a lot of beauty marks on his naked skin, a galaxy of beauty marks. The man got you hypnotized with one sentence, this spell was something !

‘’Hey, you must be Baekhyun ! Y/N told me about you’’ you were drinking his every words just like Baekhyun was. ‘’I’m Do Kyungsoo’’

Dark lord even his name sounded so heavenly (damn for a dark lord follower, you think a lot about heaven right now), after his introduction he excused himself to get dress.

‘’Is this your date ?’’ Murmured Baekhyun with too much excitement ‘’Damn girl you just hit the lotto !’’

Your first few days with Kyungsoo was surprisingly good, he already known a lot about you. Because to created him you dropped some drops of blood in the potion.

You asked silly questions to Kyungsoo, just to get to know him better: ‘’Bubble tea or Iced coffee ?’’ sure he was your creation but he still has his own personality. Your afternoon been filled with laughs, his hand in your hair, under your shirt, and finally you naked on top of him. His hands on your hips left some marks just like his plump lips and teeth drew love bites on your collarbone and others behind your ear. Your long black nails left marks on his back from the pleasure .. hell this man gonna be the end of your sanity !

‘’I’m glad you bring me to life’’ his arm was wrapped around your waist, and his lips continued their way in the back on your neck. You never expect anything with this incantation, you never expect the perfect man to came to life in your bathtub but here you were laying under your sheet naked, with Kyungsoo showing his love to you. Drawing abstract shapes on your skin, following your own moles creating a galaxy with his fingers.

Your friends and family were totally shocked to see him next to you, the Saturday night at the Coven party.

Even your aunt fell under his spell, and Chanyeol almost gave him his throne. Kyungsoo always had an answer to every questions about your relationship, his hand never left your side that night, or you find his lips on your cheek every other times.

Do Kyungsoo might be the result of your spell, but you totally were under his.

Days with Kyungsoo were sweet, full of adventures and funny. Sex was insanely good, (yes might be a witch thing but thanks Lilith) the feeling of his hand tracing your body, or even his lips on your skin. Or just his eyes on you were making you feel like the most wanted woman on the earth, Kyungsoo has his ways.

His moles were your favorite thing to kiss after his pillowy lips, but the must was the little mole on his top lip. And for Kyungsoo his lips found their home right under your breast, on ink saying ‘Witch’ he always said your tattoo was full of sarcasm.

Were you suppose to fall to your own creation ?

Your cat was laying on your bed, his head in Kyungsoo’s hand as his was caressing him. You watched him laying underneath your sheet, his chest on full display as your bedding was on his hips hiding a bit of his nakedness. ‘’You know I think he quite like you’’ you said to him ‘’Yeah he is purring, and I like him too .. he is like a part of you’’

You smiled looking at them, the sun was hitting Kyungsoo’s skin in all the right place making you craving him again, on the spot. His skin against yours, his finger interlaced with yours, his low groans .. he was hotter than hell.

Your black familiar exited the room as soon as you found a place on your mattress. ‘’You look cute with my shirt on’’ his hands traveled under the cotton of the shirt, tracing the shape of your chest. He smelled so nice just like lavender and woodland (a/n: if you ever smelled ‘autumn night’ by yankee candle this is the smell I’m talking about), everything about him was comforting, cozy and making you feel somehow safe. His lips right underneath your left ear, his right hand playing with the side of your black laced panty.

He was addicting just like a drug, now he was in your life you couldn’t imagine not having him anymore. Kyungsoo became a part of you, like a missing piece of puzzle and thanks to magic you finally completed the puzzle.

The way he made you feel was crazy, almost too crazy to be real. His breath hitting your neck made you moan even more than his hands running your body, and his length hitting every spots.

Days were brighter than before, spring was almost there cherry blossom were about to bloom, just like you now. And the night getting warmer but for once your bed felt empty and kind of cold without the raven haired boy sleeping next to you.

‘’Y/N ! ARE YOU ISANE ????’’

You woke up to Chanyeol screaming and tearing off his black hair. ‘’Yeol it’s 3 am, the fuck you want now ?’’ You asked, ready to kill him.

‘’Do Kyungsoo ? Huh ?? More like Roh Kisoo ! I can’t believe you invoke a freaking ghost to pretend to be your fucking fuck buddy’’

What ? A ghost ? Fuck buddy ? You were lost, totally lost and you cousin still panicked in front of your bed. ‘’ A ghost, what ? Who’s a ghost ?’’ He sighed loudly. ‘’Cousin, the aunties will legit kill you’’

Your only question was ‘who the fuck is Roh Kisoo ?’ He sighed once again before showing a beige folder (there’s folder in hell ? Anyway that is not the question)

‘’Cousin, he is dead, Do Kyungsoo isn’t real his name was Roh Kisoo, North Korean soldier. He used to tap dance, he was killed because he was about to kill an American soldier on stage’’

You couldn’t believe what Chanyeol was telling you .. you did not invoke a dead soldier, you created him out of wax. ‘’Chanyeol .. I created him. I do not fuck with dead’’

He stopped all his talking to look at you, dead in the eyes (no joke here). Your knees were against your chest as you sit on your mattress, ‘’He lied to me’’ you said softly. Your eyes filled with tears, you couldn’t believe you fell in love with your creation but he seemed so human, probably too human you were now thinking .. cause he been alive once.

Chanyeol wrapped his arms around you, even the king of hell could not bear to see his cousin and best friend crying. ‘’Love, do-does his heart beat ?’’ You looked up at him not really understanding why would it change if his heart was beating or not ? ‘’ If his heart beat, it means two things .. one he has feeling for you and second h-he .. he would become human, 100% human once again and believe his past life is just a dream .. Well his memories of the war and all being a dream’’

‘’And y/n..’’ He started again ‘’ you were in his past life .. his lover actually even if he never confessed or anything to you he loved you as Roh Kisoo .. that’s why he came to you as you created him’’

He put his hands on your eyes, and suddenly flashes of images, of him with shaved hair, kaki clothes, tap dancing, working on things, him stealing a kiss, stealing one of your kiss I the board of daylight, your death with two others persons you didn’t know and finally his own death.

The perk of being the king of hell was having ‘infos’ about people’s previous lives, and Chanyeol was shoving you Kyungsoo past life.

After your cousin exit, you didn’t sleep that night. You felt so small at the time watching the night lights by your window, thinking about everything that happened for the last two months of your life.. getting him, feeling happy and in love (a thing you never felt or lived before), how were you supposed to say all these things to Kyungsoo ?

Were you supposed to giving him up ? Send him back (yeah but were ?) ? Make him human ?

That morning Junmyeon made fun of you ‘looking like a panda’.

‘’ Y/N ?’’ He been calling your name for the last five minutes but your mind was anywhere but in Minseok’s cafe, jumping from memories to memories you created for the last 2 months.

The light was hitting your living room, a cup of coffee in your hand as you sit on your couch right next to Kyungsoo who was reading one your book. At the time everything felt right, as you were looking at him forgetting your cup in your hands, trying to find a single thing on him that was wrong .. but nothing was wrong.

‘’You know, I’ll not disappear love’’ you chuckled at his words, fearing that yes someday he’ll be gone.

His hand find it place on your knee, and his lips on your temple was comforting you and made you blush as a teenager.

At the time everything was simpler, you needed help .. but from who ?

You couldn’t bear to see Kyungsoo, not knowing how you’ll react in front of him, what to tell him, would you kiss him ? Let him make love to you ? Slap him ? Fall apart ? Break his heart ? (you didn’t know if his heart was beating .. if he was human or just the memory of his past life in wax)

YOU:

We need to talk aunties.

You were adult and you needed to face your mistakes, and you were finally doing it. The drive to your aunt’s was the longest it ever was and you felt heavy.

You spent a long time sitting in your car before entering the house, feeling a lot of shame, heartbroken, facing your mistake was harder than expected.

The second you saw your aunts you couldn’t keep your feelings together and start crying.

‘’ Chanyeol told us Y/N and even if your aunt wanted to scold you .. it’s not right to do now’’ started one of your aunt.

Aunt Zee was smoking but not saying anything, you knew she was disappointed. You felt totally out of place if you teleport yourself in a volcano you would to it right away.

‘’ I suppose Chanyeol explain you, the two options you have ?’’ Was Aunt Zee first worlds, you nodded.

‘’ If his heart beat or not, I could send him back or I can make him human.. ’’ your were stop by Aunt H ‘’ If you make him human, you know he’ll not remember you and what you both lived’’

Hearing that broke your heart even more, he couldn’t forget you if wasn’t right.

‘’ But he will kind of stay connected to you, as he has a part of you being your magic. So he is and will be a wizard.’’ Said your second aunt.

All you needed was time, a thing you didn’t have. One last time with him before choosing send him back or making him human and forget everything about you.

‘’But most important if his heart is beating, your trace will forever haunt him. Without him know why and who you are, love’’ said Aunt H, caressing your arm as comfort.

‘’ I can’t kill him’’

Yours aunties listened to you, telling them why and how to ‘created’ him, how happy he was making you, how human he seemed and now you knew why .. you told them everything, even wishing you had a last night with him.

Aunt Zee granted your wish, but tomorrow morning you had to say goodbye to love.

You never expected finding him dressed in his favorite black jumper and his ripped bleu jeans cooking in your kitchen with a glass full of white wine waiting for you next to his.

Your eyes filled with tears when his scent hit you, your head on his chest. ‘’ Let’s stay like this for a moment, please’’ you didn’t want him to see you like that.

The smile dancing on his lips broke you inside one more time, he looked so innocent in front of you, not knowing, almost like a child.

‘’You know babe, tonight there’s a shower of shooting stars let’s watch it’’ Yixing told him, even if he never met the Chinese wizard in real like they met on FaceTime, your friend was crazy when Baekhyun, once mentioned you had someone.

You simply nodded, even of shooting stars couldn’t help you this time.

The time moved so fast as if it was teasing you, your eyes never left Kyungsoo, too afraid to forgot him or to miss a beauty mark or the way his eyes were when he was smiling, looking at you.

Looking at him was the hardest thing you had ever done that night, you were giving up on him and you couldn’t say anything.

The view from the balcony of your appartement was incredible but the only thing you watched was him not the stars traveling the dark sky.

Even the moon seems ridiculous next to him, his glasses sat on his nose and his hair was a bit longer, his fringe hitting the frame of the glasses softly.

He turned his head to look at you, his hand caressed your cheek and his lips collided on yours, his kiss was full of passion, slow. Time stopped when his lips met yours, and you felt his heart pounded underneath your hand.

His heart was beating ..

‘’ .. I love you’’ His eyes were still closed and his lips still so closed to yours, and his thumb caressing your face.

Once again his lips crashed on yours, more intense this time. Yours hands holding the material of his jumper. ‘’Don’t ever forget about me’’ you whisper. His fingers slipped under the coton of your shirt, he pulled you even closer to him, as if no one else in the world existed. ‘’Never’’ you knew his answer was a lie but you needed it.

The time actually stopped at that moment the last time he made love to you, the stars and clouds were not moving and no sounds were heard, a spell to stop time was dangerous and only a powerful witch could to do but at the time it was your last priority.

It was the softest Kyungsoo ever showed you the way he loved you, he was taking his time with you that night as if he knew it was surely the last time. Looking at you his eyes were full of stars and his hands felt like velvet on your skin.

That night you refused to fall asleep, your head stayed on his chest listening to his heartbeat, his words playing over and over in your head, the way he confessed on that night was the hardest to accepted to you.

CHANYEOL:

I’m sorry cousin,

I tried to give a little bit more with him.

He make you happy I know.

You left your bed after reading the text to finally cried yourself to sleep in your bathroom, your hand on your mouth trying to muffled the sound.

The floor was freezing when you woke up, everything felt freezing in your house, in your body. Once you remembered, tears were running your cheeks and this time you didn’t shut yourself and screamed in agony.

He was gone.

He was gone and you were alone.

The first week was the hardest, you didn’t left your room and the last piece of him that was the shirt you wore that night.

The tissue did not smelled like him anymore.

Every day, every hour you were waiting for him to open your door arms full of bags from the grocery store ready to cook you something.

Chanyeol, yours aunts, Yixing, everyone tried to contact you, but you never answered them.

Every night Chanyeol wait for you to sleep and came, he was feeling guilty and you were his best friend. Every night he did the same, he tucked you and stroked your hair. Hoping one day you would be able to find peace with yourself, but that wasn’t the only thing on his plan !

You sat at your kitchen bar, you computer in front of you but all you did was staring at your window, your chin resting in your left hand.

You didn’t even watch Chanyeol sitting right in front of you searching something in one of his books. ‘’Cousin, aren’t you suppose to do mails stuff ?’’

‘’Chanyeol, aren’t you suppose to do king of hell stuffs?’’ Your sarcasm did in fact burn like hell !

‘’You know I became the king of underworld, so you selfishly could stay on earth and do selfish human things as the bratty witch you are’’

Why was Chanyeol even here at this point ? He wasn’t wrong, to be honest. All you did for the last few days was crying, sleeping, and being a brat to everyone who tried to help you what so ever.

‘’Cousin, life have so much to offer’’

‘’Fake, life sucks and I feel so done with it’’ He sighed loudly, feeling done with you.

Ignoring yours friends, cousin, aunts was purely selfish and you knew it but at this point you clearly didn’t give a damn .. but at the same time it was your fault and only your fault, if you didn’t use this spell, just to shut people and their needs to talk about your life.

It’s been 3 weeks, the first been the miserable one, the two second mark the start of the ‘new you’.

You were purely self-destructive at this point, losing Kyungsoo hurt you but what you did to yourself was worst. Invoking sex demons, trying spell to not feel anything, everything was good to ‘make you forget’.

‘’You know Sehun, fuck Satan and all that witchy shit’’

You were clearly drunk, and Sehun knew he shouldn’t give you anymore drinks but his pub had the best reputation with the witch population of Seoul, you lost the count of drinks you already drank.

‘’ You probably should go at home and sleep Y/N, I dont need the king of Hell to come and kill me’’

‘’Chanyeol ? He can kiss my ass ! Y’all can kiss my ass’’ your drunk behavior wasn’t a pretty sight.

After that Sehun didn’t understand a word you said, you were half crying, half mumbling. Poor bartender did not has the choice but to call Chanyeol to have an explanation and to get you back at your apartment.

‘’ Y/N you can’t live your life off ‘not feeling anything’ spells’’

Cold water woke you up, you stood in you shower fully clothed and your cousin holding the shower head.

‘’Why the hell are you doin’ that ?’’

‘’You asshole, needed a wake up call’’

Chanyeol was tired of seeing you being a danger to yourself, and decided enough was enough.

The heavy weight on your shoulders dropped suddenly and you body followed dropping in your cousin’s arms. ‘’ I just miss him so much Yeol’’

He watched tears rolling on your cheeks, not saying anything but his hand caressing your back.

Even if lives are connected Chanyeol couldn’t guarantee Kyungsoo’s comeback, your two souls might be connected since the beginning but the way they forced Kyungsoo into his human form couldn’t guarantee anything about their futur or life together. But he couldn’t tell you all that, like he couldn’t say he was following the man everyday.

And that you left your mark on him, he was now a wizard.

‘’ I’m here Y/N you can sleep’’

He laid you down on your bed, caressing your hair and projecting dreams in your head to give you a break, Chanyeol was the king of Hell, but he was hurt seeing his best friend and cousin living like that, he was ready to fight anyone so you could be happy again and to see you eyes full of stars just like when you were looking at Kyungsoo.

Chanyeol always knew that Kyungsoo’s heart was beating he felt it the first time he met him. And right after that he started his search about the man.

After that night you practically lived in the academy, teaching younger witches just like your aunts wanted. Reading books to perfect your magic. ‘’You know since you came to the academy everything seems simpler’’ Said your colleague Jongdae ‘’ Kids seems to like having one of the most powerful witch of the century teaching them stuffs’’ You nodded.

‘’Sorry Jongdae but I’m taking my cousin out for lunch’’

Chanyeol took you to Chinatown, celebrating one of his friend opening his own restaurant .. who were you to say no to free food ?

Lunch was nice, a private room for the two of you and all the best food on the menu. ‘’So the academy ?’’

‘’It’s good, kids are funny .. Yeol did you .. like killed someone for this guy ?’’

He laughed a bit too much ‘’ Not, it’s a guy a met not long ago and we became friends .. he is like us ‘magic’ he’ll come to see us’’

You nodded, finishing you plate and drinking a bit of the Chinese whisky that was left in your cup.

Chanyeol left you to go the to toilet, what type of cousin is he ? He need to go to the toilet when his friend was supposed to met the two of you ? Asshole !

The door opened and your phone vibrated at the same time a text from you cousin, why was he sending you a text when coming back in the private room ?

CHANYEOL:

I find him for you ..

Who did he find for you ?

‘’Chanyeol ?’’ You knew the voice, you once again felt the time stop when you turned around finding .. Do Kyungsoo in a chef attire.

Do Kyungsoo was the friend of Chanyeol, the one he wanted you to meet ..

‘’You are ?’’ Right he forgot about you. ‘’Oh yeah you’re Y/N .. Chanyeol told me a lot about you and you’re like the most powerful in our coven’’

A single tear rolled onto your cheek, you find him .. he was in front of you.

You finally find him, thanks to Chanyeol.

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disneychannie · 4 years

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biggest fan | b.baekhyun

pairings: idol!baekhyun x idol!reader, mentions of member of exo, mentions of member of twice

warnings: none

a/n: my first time writing idol!reader like this and it’s kinda interesting! made it into a bullet point imagine i hope you enjoy it~

SORRY THIS TOOK LONG BTW I FINALLY GOT MT LAPTOP FIXED

- you’re a member of one of the biggest girl group out there! twice! queens! legends!

- you and your group just released a new album titled “yes or yes” and it has been getting great responses for fans

- coincidently exo had dropped their new album 3 days before your group did

- which meant that it’s going to be a huge competition since they were extremely famous

- but what you could think about was that you were gonna see byun baekhyun, a.k.a your crush for as long as you could remember now, at a music show

- one of the problem was that your members were gonna tease the heck outta you

- and try to make it obvious as frick that you got a crush on him at the music show

- you are now at music bank with your members and obviously exo were there too, which meant that baekhyun was there as well

- that was the only thing you could think of and you wanted to smash against a wall

- since you should be focusing on performing and you’re gonna f up the performance just because you know the boy you like is most probably gonna be watching you perform from backstage

- which made you xxtra nervous as you were one of the vocalists of twice and he was too so you wanted to make sure you don’t screw up a note

- you and your group mates were now at the cafeteria to eat after every artist there had perform before going up on stage to announce the winner of the day’s music show

- exo was sitting a few tables from yours and you could see baekhyun sitting at the corner of the seat

- and your members decided it would be fun to rush to the table and fill up the seats and left the only seat for you which was the same row as baekhyun’s (i’m trying my best to make it make sense)

- so in a way the both of you are sitting next each other

- but like 4 tables away from eachother

- you were minding your own business eating and scrolling your phone while your members were plotting what to them is a good idea to get baekhyun to notice you but for you a free ticket to embarrassment

- sana: wow Y/N, you look PRETTY AS HECK TODAY

- jihyo: yeah Y/N, AND SEXY TOO LET’S NOT FORGET ABOUT THAT

- you instantly want to hide in a black hole forever

- good god that they didn’t notice (you think) but you did get stares from other artists there

- which was still embarrassing

- they probably thought you and your group was crazy

- moving on the mc announcing the winners

- twice and exo were candidates for first place so both groups were in front of the stage

- all jokes aside you were anxious about who would win

- you and your group worked hard and winning first would mean a lot to you and your group

- but when they announced that exo won with tempo your hands automatically clapped for them with a genuine smile

- ngl of course you hoped that you would win but it was always nice to see other groups win as well

- your group and other groups that were there all head backstage as the exo members were doing their encores

- you couldn’t miss the smile you saw on baekhyun

- you thought he looked cute

- which then made you smile too

- once they were done with their encore you and your group were ready to head out back to your dorms when your manager stopped you

- “exo’s manager told me that baekhyun from exo wants to give you a signed album coz he knows you’re a big fan” - your manager

- “oh sht oh fawk oh man really?” - you

- your members were going “oooh” and “aaah” as you finally got the chance to talk and meet your crush

- face to face

- for the first time ever

- you were gonna shit yourself like literally

- anyways you followed your manager and there you saw baekhyun and his manager with exo’s album in hand

- your heart was going to explode you could feel your hands getting clammy as you got closer

- immediately you bowed to him once he saw you as he was a senior group

- he bowed back and smiled at you

- YOU WERE GONNA D WORD

- CAUSE HE WAS SMILING AT YOU

- “i’ve heard that you were a fan of us and i thought you would like a signed album from us” - baek

- HIS VOICE WAS JUST SO SMOOTH YOU WERE GONNA MELT INFRONT OF HIM

- you were a stuttering mess but you eventually said thank you

- “uh uhauha shhsuudhds thanks” - that was probably what you sounded like

- he then gave you the album and you wished it was like those cheesy webtoons you read where the lovers would brush their hands when scenes like this happened but it didn’t and you can’t lie but you were sad

- “oh and here’s a small note for you too” as he handed you a tiny folded paper

- you took it before bowing one more time as the both of you part ways

- YOU WERE GONNA FALL INSTANTLY but luckily your manager was there from preventing you from getting a head concussion

- the members obviously wouldn’t live this moment down and was clowning you all the way to the van

- during the whole ride you were admiring the album

- if it was possible you wanted to tattoo his signature on your forehead

- you remembered about the small note and unfolded to see scribbled writing and a phone number

- “you’re cute let’s talk more”

- yeah you’re gonna have a heart attack

#IM SORRY IF THIS WAS SO BAD #IM CRINGING BUT NOT AT THE SAME TIME #byun baekhyun #baekhyun imagines #baekhyun scenarios #exo imagines #exo scenarios #exo masterlist #exo fluff #baekhyun fluff

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starlit-serenade · 4 years

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E'LAST Reacting to Someone Hitting on Their S/O (Hyung Line)

Summary: How would E’LAST's Hyung Line react to someone hitting on you when you are out in public together? 《 Maknae Line 》

Word Count: 1,057 words

Pairing: Reader x Members / Characters: GenderNeutral!Reader; Choi In, Choi Seungyeop (Seungyeop); Byun Yongseop (Rano); Baek Sunwoo (Baekgyeul);

Rated: E / Warnings: Jealousy / Genre: GenderNeutral!Reader; Fluff;

《 E'LAST Masterlist 》

Choi In

Choi In would analyze the situation first, making sure that what's happening is what's happening. Once he's sure the person is flirting with you, he'd probably just act without thinking, and you'd have to calm him down. He'd be very straightforward, though, and would try to act polite.

Choi In glances up from his phone to look for you. You're second in line to order warm drinks for yourself and him. He watches from the coffee shop table as you move forward and order your drinks, before moving to wait for them at the nearby counter.

He's about to look back down at his phone when he sees someone out of the corner of his eye walk over to you. He recognizes them as the person who was in line behind you, and assumes they're just going to stand near you and wait for their own drinks. But the person starts talking to you, and Choi In can't help but listen in.

"Yes, the weather is nice," he hears you say. Okay, so the other person isn't saying anything inappropriate yet. Just talking about the weather. It's fine! There's no problem. He looks back down at his phone.

"Yes, it's very nice and warm. A good day for a walk," the person says. "Maybe, perhaps, after we get our drinks, you would like to go for a walk in the park with me?"

He looks up again. Maybe there is a problem. A big problem.

He starts to get up from the table to approach you and the other person, but his eyes meet yours and you lift a hand: wait.

He settles back down in the chair, watching what you do. He wants to walk over so bad and politely tell the person to leave you alone. But it seems you have something else in mind.

"Sorry, I'm here with my boyfriend," he hears you say.

"Oh? Where?" the person asks, looking around.

"Oh, that's my . . ." Your voice fades off as you realize Choi In isn't sitting at the table he was saving anymore. His seat is empty. You frown, and almost jump when you feel someone take your hand.

"I'm their boyfriend," Choi In says from next to you. He squeezes your hand tightly, and you smile.

"Yes, this is my Innie," you say, lifting his hand in yours and pulling it to your heart as you stare into your boyfriend's eyes. You aren't looking at the person who you were talking to.

You hear your name called, signaling your drinks being finished and ready for you and Choi In to take. You squeeze Choi In's hand.

"Hey, Innie, let's go get our drinks," you say, dragging him away before he can start a passive-aggressive exchange with the poor person who made the mistake of attempting to hit on you.

Choi Seungyeop (Seungyeop)

Seungyeop would be very calm and composed. He'd analyze the situation and figure out what the most peaceful way to end the encounter. He'd most likely walk in, not politely to the other person, and try to distract you and get you away.

You stand outside of your workplace, waiting for your boyfriend to pick you up for your date after work. He should be here any minute now.

"Hey, Y/N," a voice says. Your coworker comes up beside you, grinning. This coworker is someone you've worked with for a bit. You're friendly together, but they've definitely tried to hit on you several times, not believing that you have a boyfriend. "Did you just get off?" they ask.

You nod, tucking your hands into your pockets. "Yep. I'm about to head out."

"Oh?" your coworker raises his eyebrow. "You're heading home?"

"Oh no, I'm actually going on a date with my boyfriend," you say.

"Ah yes. The boyfriend I've never seen," your coworker says.

"Yeah, well, he's always busy with his work," you say. Not that you owe your coworker any explanation of anything.

"I'm starting to think this boyfriend of yours doesn't exist," your coworker says, crossing their arms. "You should let me take you out for a drink or lunch at least."

You shake your head. "Sorry, but I have a boyfriend."

Little do you know that that boyfriend of yours, Seungyeop, has been standing around the corner since you said "I'm actually going on a date with my boyfriend." He's been listening, seeing how you handle it and when he can best step in, and it seems like now is a good time.

"Hey, Y/Nie," Seungyeop says, coming out from around the corner. You almost jump at the sound of his voice. He puts his arm around your shoulders and plants a kiss on your forehead, before smiling at your coworker. "Hello, I'm Seungyeop, Y/Nie's boyfriend. And you are?"

"I work with Y/N," they say. They stare at Seungyeop, eyes wide in shock, and you almost laugh.

"Well!" Seungyeop says. "We best get going. We have places to be. Nice to meet you." He waves goodbye to your coworker before turning away and leading you around the corner.

"Seungyeop," you say.

"Was that the coworker who's been flirting with you the past few weeks?" he asks.

"Yep."

He nods. "If they do it again, call me. I'll make sure they don't forget you have a boyfriend."

Byun Yongseop (Rano)

Yongseop would analyze the situation first, and would try to deal with it maturely and calmly, but he'd definitely be a little more physically affectionate with you to show that you are not a single person.

"Did you enjoy the movie?" Yongseop asks. He's holding your hand as you exit the theater to the movie theater's lobby.

"I did! It was so fun!" You laugh. "Thank you for the fun movie, Yongseop."

"Of course," he says grinning. "Let me quickly go to the restroom before we go to eat, okay?"

"Of course!"

Yongseop leaves you to go to the bathroom, and you lean against the wall, playing on your phone.

After a couple minutes, you hear footsteps approaching you. You look up with a smile, expecting to see your boyfriend Yongseop. Instead, you're met with a person you don't know, who looks like they really want to know you.

"Hey, beautiful," the person says, looking at you in a way that makes you feel uncomfortable. Like you just want Yongseop to hurry up so you can leave. "Are you going to see this movie?" they ask, pointing to the theater you left several minutes ago.

"Oh, no," you say, shaking your head. "I just finished seeing the movie."

"Ah." The person nods. "I couldn't help but want to ask for your number . . ."

You blink. You knew, already, that hey had motives like this. And yet, you're still surprised.

"Oh sorry, I have a--"

"Oh, please don't tell me you have a boyfriend or girlfriend or anything," the person says. You can see Yongseop coming from behind them. "I only want to, I don't know, grab lunch sometime? Just to get to know you."

"Oh, sorry," Yongseop says from behind them, and they jump, watching as he grabs your hand and pulls you to him.

"Come on," he says, leading you away from the other person. "Let's go eat, okay baby?"

Baek Sunwoo (Baekgyeul)

Sunwoo would be so bothered and upset if someone were to flirt with you. He'd be so obvious about his jealousy too, and he'd get clingy anťd so physically affectionate, too trying to show the other person that he's your boyfriend.

"Y/N, I found a book you might . . ." Baekgyeul trails off a bit, seeing you at the other end of the aisle, talking with a store employee. This person is looking at you in a way that makes Baekgyeul's skin crawl.

He slowly and subtly inches closer, enough to listen in on the conversation. The employee is flirting with you, clearly, and though you aren't flirting back, you are still engaged in conversation with

"Oh, maybe sometime we can have coffee sometime and talk over the book?" the employee asks you.

Baekgyeul frowns when you laugh. "Sure. Maybe, sometime."

Sometime? You are not going to go get coffee with someone who has been flirting with you.

"Could I maybe . . . get your number?"

"Oh, uh--" You yelp when you feel a hand grab yours from behind, but then you relax when you realize it's Baekgyeul. He comes closer, giving you a back hug as he nuzzles his nose into your neck.

"Sorry, you cannot get their number," Baekgyeul says to the employee. He then kisses the inside of your neck, mumbling, "You cannot give them your number."

You mouth a silent, "Sorry," to the employee as you let Baekgyeul drag you away.

"Someone's jealous," you say, as soon as Baekgyeul has you out of earshot of the employee. Baekgyeul is still clinging onto you like a koala.

"I'm not letting you out of my sight again," he grumbles into your neck. You laugh a bit, amused a bit by his jealousy.

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niawritess · 3 years

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The Lovestruck~ Chapter 32

( 28th October)

It's been two weeks to Ria's and Chanyeol's wedding and they both were off to their honeymoon trip to Paris where Ria always wanted to go and Chanyeol kept his promise of taking her to her dream place.

On the other hand, you and Baekhyun told your parents about your decision to get married. They were surprised by the sudden news but since they also wanted it, they went along with it. Both of your parents had been meeting occasionally and three days before, both families had a dinner together.

They discussed everything regarding the marriage and hence, came to the conclusion that you both were going to get married at the end of this month. You and Baekhyun were on cloud nine even though he wanted to get married sooner than the decided date but eventually he was satisfied.

Your friends got to know about the news and you got the blessings of them and at the same time they were clowning Baekhyun for you to take the decision again but you just laughed it off as to you, it was the best decision. Talking about your bestfriend, she was beyond shocked and happy where she almost had Chanyeol to get his ear checked because of her scream. Their honeymoon was coming to an end and told they would be back by this weekend.

Coming back to the present, you were currently at your work place, photocopying some papers where some of your co-workers were seated on their tables discussing something while looking at the laptop.

"He's so handsome!" A co-worker exclaimed loudly enough to gain your attention and you tried to peek at her laptop screen curiously only to raise your eyebrows amusingly.

"I know right! He's Byun Baekhyun, his games have been nothing but a hotshot these days!" Another lady commented making you smile proudly upon hearing praises for your fiancé.

"But too bad, he's married."

You frowned confusingly collecting the papers in your hands while giving them a glance to hear more.

"Really?"

"Yes. Apparently, he said this in an interview that he has a wife." She sighed and you smiled again before taking the papers and walked to your cabin feeling joyful as your coworkers eyed you strangely.

Your work hours were over and you walked down the lobby while on your way to hail a cab as your car was in a repair shop and you had asked your brother Jae to drop you off in the morning after whining for ten minutes.

As you exited the building, whispers and gasps could be heard loudly enough to get your attention and being a curious human being, you followed their gaze to get surprised to see your one and only fiancé.

There he stood with his crossed arms, leaning against the car, in a pair of blue jeans with white button down, tucked in and rolled up sleeves showing his Rolex watch wrapped around his wrist, whereas his jet black hair styled down which he kept flipping back as he was scrolling through his phone.

He couldn't careless about the stares but as soon as his eyes met yours, he quickly straightened himself as he shot his eye smile. As those people saw him looking at you and your co-workers who were talking about him earlier stared at you shook.

Getting uncomfortable by their stares, you let out a huff before narrowing your eyes at him as soon as you aproached. "What are you doing here?"

"I'm here to pick up my soon to be wife, you got a problem with that?" He replied in a sassy tone as he opened the passenger's door and you bit your lip preventing yourself from smiling.

"Well, then you also know that your soon to be wife hates being the center of attention." You shot back standing between the passenger's door as you looked at him and him towering over you.

He gave you a confused look before roaming his eyes around, seeing people staring at him and a smirk formed on his lips as he looked at you.

"I can't just tell them to stop staring at my handsome face, can I?" He made a innocent face before a smug smile formed on his lips.

You rolled your eyes but didn't answered him as you sat in and looked at him. "So, are you gonna pick me up even after marriage?"

He crossed his arms around his chest as he leaned his shoulder against the car and looked down at you frowning. "Didn't you say you don't like being the center of attention?"

You gave him a perplexed look and before you could utter a word, he beat you. "But I don't mind. Being a good husband, I'll pick up my wife everyday."

Shooting you a wink, he closed the door and strolled towards his seat leaving you dumbfounded there. As you got what he meant, you made a grumpy face and squinted eyes at him as he sat in.

He felt your eyes at him but he didn't care as he kept the smirk on his lips which annoyed you even more and with a huff you buckled your seatbelt before facing ahead with a pout forming on your lips unconsciously causing him to smile at your adorable expression.

On the way, he played your favorite song in the car where you smiled forgetting about earlier scene as he knew how to make your mood better.

"Aren't you curious about where I'm taking you?" He took a quick glance at you before looking ahead as he was genuinely confused by you not asking him nonstop.

"I am. Actually very much curious." You looked at him, sighing. "But knowing my soon to be husband, who won't reveal it until the end, I'm going to save my energy for later."

He giggled as you emphasized the husband word before he poked your cheek softly. "Wow, it's a progress then."

After driving for a while with your sweet nonstop bickering, he pulled the car over a house which you instantly recognized as you let out a gasp with amazement.

"Is it finished?" You asked staring at him with your big eyes and he chuckled nodding before he got off causing you squeal as you also got out of the car.

This house was going to be your new home after marriage which you and Baekhyun had designed together with the help of Minseok and Jongdae who were in the business of Architecture.

Baekhyun stretched out his hand for you to hold it which you did as you both made your way inside the house. A gasp left your lips as you roamed your eyes around the house which looked exactly like how you both had designed but even more beautiful in real life.

"It's so beautiful." You beamed with your twinkling eyes and wide smile on your face before Baekhyun wrapped his arms around your neck leaning his head over yours. "It is. Our home."

You smiled at him nodding before you two walked to the bedroom and you frowned before throwing a question look to Baekhyun.

"I thought you didn't wanted a black themed room?"

He shrugged looking away. "My wife wanted it, so yeah."

You bit your lip, giggling as you approached him and cupped his cheek before planting a kiss on his cheek making him smile shyly. You turned around to stroll a little in the room before stopping infront of the glass window as you stared outside.

Baekhyun came behind and wrapped his arms around your waist as he leaned his cheek against your temple while you smiled leaning into his touch as put your hands over his.

He stroked the star of the bracelet he gave you as he smiled. "I'm finally kidnapping you."

You chuckled, before frowning. "You kidnapped me two years ago."

"Uh Uh. That was temporary, this time it's permanently." He trailed off as he kissed your temple. "I can't wait to get married and to see our little beans running around who'll look exactly like you."

You tilted your head to look at him frowning. "Why only me? They should look like you too."

Baekhyun looked up thinking and hummed nodding slowly before he looked at you smiling. "Let's do this then. They can have your beauty and my brains."

Your eyebrows knitted. "Wait- You mean to say, I don't have a brain?"

He let go of you as he knew what was coming before he walked backwards slowly and smiled. "Well, I didn't. You said it."

You sighed in annoyance before throwing him a glare. "I knew it! You-Come here!"

"Not that easy, Coffee bean!" He laughed running outside and you behind him chasing him with your giggles filling in your new home temporarily but soon permanently.

* * *

Later that day, after Baekhyun dropped you off to your home, you were in the living room working on your laptop with your mom doing something in the kitchen while your dad was sitting beside you watching TV. Jae was still not home while Daniel was outside having a group study with his friends. You sipped your tea and continued typing when the door bell rang. Your dad went to the door and opened it to see a delivery boy with a rectangle box in his hands packed with red sheet.

"Y/n, it's for you." He spoke as he signed the paper before closing the door and came to you with the box who was staring at it confusingly and curiously.

"What's this?" You took it from his hand and tried to shake it where you didn't hear anything from inside.

Your dad rolled his eyes at your question. "How would I know? I'm not inside the box."

You gave him a look before placing your laptop aside and ran upstairs to your room while your dad yelling behind to check it carefully if it's a time bomb or something.

"But why would someone want to kill us?" He asked your mom who was aproaching and she gave him a suspicious look. "Think carefully if you have nagged someone at your work."

He shot her a corner glare and she shrugged settling herself on the couch excited to watch her favorite Ji Chang Wook's drama.

Meanwhile, you carefully opened the red sheet and it was white box underneath before opening it and gasped to see a red dress lied inside. You smiled knowing who's doing it is but the reason was unknowin and before you could take it out, your phone buzzed.

Taking it, you saw a message from Baekhyun and you smiled reading it.

Baek- You must have got the present already. In an hour my driver would come to pick you up, so get ready. See you later, Coffee bean.

"What does this mean? Is he throwing me off somewhere?"

Before you could mutter any more nonsense, a message popped up again from him again.

Baek- Don't you dare think about that serial killer thing. I'm not going to murder you, rest assured. So dress beautifully in my favorite colored dress, even though you're already.

You smiled blushing and then giggled at how he knows you so well. Sighing, you grabbed the dress to look at it throughly, it was a off shoulder floral knee-length dress and immediately went to the washroom to change. Coming back, you stood in front of the mirror staring yourself and smiled at how perfectly it hugged your figure before letting your hair down behind and did your natural makeup.

"Is he taking me out on a dinner?" You muttered as you checked the time it was 8:45 before you heard your mom's voice calling you.

Going downstairs, you saw your parents smiling at you with their eyes getting teary causing you to look at them worringly. "What? What happened?"

Your mom chuckled shaking her head. "Nothing, you just look so beautiful."

You chuckled. "Do I?"

"Yes, more than your mom when she was young." Your dad said and got a punch on his arm by your mom making him groan and you laughed before going outside.

Baekhyun's driver who was middle-aged man was standing outside and he slightly bowed as you reciprocated before sitting in the backseat while he began to drive.

The drive was barely five minutes and it halted where you confusingly looked outside to see it was Rose's Café. You asked the driver if it was the right location and he replied that he was told to bring you here. Thanking him, you got out of the car as he drove away while you were staring the Café quizzically before looking at the glass window to see inside but all in vain as it was curtained.

"What is happening?" You muttered before talking slow steps towards the Café and opened the door which was unlocked before entering inside with a heavy heart.

As soon as you stepped inside, your steps halted as it was pitch black where the light from outside was coming through the door. Biting your lips nervously, you attempted to fish out your phone but to your dismay, you left your purse in your home thinking it was with you all this while.

You took a deep breath and gulped. "Baekhyun, where are you? If this is some kind of prank, I'm telling you-"

The dim lights suddenly turned on, causing your blabbing to stop as you let out a gasp seeing the place filling up with twinkling stars around you. Blinking at the sudden action confusingly, you couldn't even comprehend the scene properly when another light turned on around the counter.

You eyes enlarged seeing both of your pictures in different polaroids with each one of them were attached with a thin golden lights on the wall.

You let out a airy chuckle as your heart suddenly welled up with emotions causing your eyes to fill up with tears before you heard a sound of another light turning on where your head whipped towards the direction and you froze.

No way....

There he was, standing in your favorite colored black button down which you gifted him on his birthday and looking amazing as always. He glanced at you with a nervous smile before sitting down on the seat infront the piano which you didn't knew was there since you were lost staring at him.

"You said you love my voice, so listen to this because I have prepared this for you." He sighed before looking at you with a fake stern face. "Clap for me, even if you don't like it."

You unconsciously let out a low chuckle and before you could utter anything, he pressed the key. Your heart was beating so fast that you could hear it in your ears with the same nervousness and excitement.

My feelings for you are always the same,

I’m always standing behind like this,

May my earnest prayer reach you,

Today I hope for that too,

Because you’re my everything,

I’m confessing these words now,

The melody for you,

The melody towards you,

My beautiful eternal feeling,

No matter who else asks,

My answer is you,

I love you with all my heart,

I’ll put you inside my heart...

You gripped the hem of your dress tightly as your tilted to look at him with nothing but love while your eyes brimming with tears.

And even if the seasons change,

I will be here,

Promise I won’t change,

When you’re about to get sad,

Close your eyes and think about it,

The melody for you,

The melody towards you,

My beautiful eternal feeling,

No matter who else asks,

My answer is you,

The only one in the world,

It’s only you...

Finishing the song, he placed his hands on his lap while his eyes were still closed as he took a breath before opening them again to lock with your teary ones. He stood up slowly and walked towards you smiling fondly and you watched his figure coming towards you with blurry eyes. You kept biting your lip preventing from crying and turning yourself into a ghost.

Baekhyun stopped infront of you and heaved a deep sigh feeling his heart thumping loudly out of nervousness and just prayed everything goes smooth as he has planned.

He licked his lips before looking into your teary eyes. "This is where we met first time. I still remember the day when I stepped inside and saw an innocent yet beautiful girl giving drink to a customer with a prettiest smile."

"And that smile made my heart skip a beat and I still remember your shocked face when you saw me and couldn't say anything but still smiled at me beautifully." He chuckled making you smile at the memory. "And now that smile is enough to make my bad day turn into a brightest one."

"We never talked too much and yet I was comfortable around you but when we did, that was it. I loved talking to you. I just started wanting to spend time with you and before I knew it, I was in love with you." He whispered enough to make your lips quiver and inched closer to you before taking your hand.

"That was the best thing ever happened to me. You are that best part of my life I always want to cherish. We have been through ups and downs and hard times together but that's what made us what we are now."

Taking off his hand away, a light gasp left your lips as he kneeled down and placed a ring infront of you.

"You are my favorite person and I'm so crazy in love with you. And I want my favorite person to be always by my side. So, Y/n, Will you marry me?"

Oh god..

You couldn't keep it in any longer and sobbed tears streaming down your cheeks while wondering, how could you be so lucky to have this man in your life.

"I don't have any option, we're getting married soon." You blurted out chuckling while wiping your tears.

Baekhyun rolled his eyes playfully. "Stop being a killjoy."

You giggled and made yourself kneeled down infront of him before wounding your arms around his neck tightly hugging him. "Of course, it's a yes."

Pulling away, he slide the finger in your other ring finger and kissed your hand before smiling while wiping the remaining tears from your face.

"When did you prepare all of this?"

"Now what kind of boyfriend I would be if I wouldn't propose my soon to be wife huh?" He raised his eyebrows smirking and your rolled your eyes smiling.

"Should we get up or my legs will get cramped."

You nodded, nonchalantly. "It's normal for an Ajjusshi."

"Right." He scoffed, standing up before helping you to get up but you just held his hand firmly and looked up at him smiling who was now confused.

"I..." You trailed off licking your lips."I'm not as expressive as you and I'm always being a whiny girlfriend to you. But I really want you to know this. Thank you for being by my side and bearing with this whiny girl."

Your eyes got blurry again and you took a deep breath."Whenever I have bad days or good days, I always find my way to you. Because you are my safest place. You are my home. The home which I always want to come back to."

"And that being said." You felt his grip got tightened around your hand and you rubbed your thumb over the back of his hand. "Baekhyun, Be my home? And I'm not taking a no for an answer."

To say shocked and overwhelmed was an understandment as what was Baekhyun feeling. He wanted to surprise you with his proposal and he got a surprise but a beautiful one.

His teary eyes full of happiness was enough proof of it.

Getting down again, he pulled you in a tight hug. "Gosh, I'm so in love with you."

You chuckled, hugging him back."Feeling is mutual."

He pulled away cupping your face and leaned in for a kiss, before leaning his forehead against it.

"Where did you copy these words from?" He joked and you pulled away before slapping his arm.

"I put so much courage to say this and you're making fun of me!" You whined and he laughed pulling you back to him as he hugged you again.

Meanwhile..

"Jack, Why didn't you propose me like this?" Rose whispered to Jack standing beside her watching the couple outside from the Cafés kitchen door and he turned to her with a weird look. "Really? After two years of our marriage?"

Rose rolled her eyes before Ria giggled. "But I got the best proposal, at the beach. So romantic and kdrama like."

Ria's hand was resting on her husband's back who was looking outside but still smiled secretly hearing her words.

"I'm also going to propose like this." Mark intruded gaining both Rose's and Ria's attention as Ria raised her eyebrows. "You got a girlfriend?"

He instantly shook his head. "No, if I had one in the future."

"I didn't know Baekhyun Sunbae was this romantic." Sooyoung cooed staring the couple outside with adoration and admiration.

"Be prepared. Because I'm going to propose you like this." Sehun smiled and got a slap on the arm from her as he looked at her confusingly.

"Why are you ruining my surprise?" She glared at him and he giggled at her reaction.

"Seriously? Are you both really doing this in the kitchen?" Rowoon asked looking at the couple before looking outside standing behind Chanyeol.

"Are they done? Should we go outside?" Jongin spoke excitedly.

"No, not now!" Chanyeol whisper-yelled as Jongin was about to go outside but he tripped on Sehun's leg beside him causing both Jongin and Sehun to fall outside on the floor where they accidentally touched the light board causing it to turn on.

Baekhyun and you flinched at the noise from the kitchen and the lights suddenly turned on as you glanced towards the kitchen while Baekhyun rolled his eyes.

"What's going on?" You asked looking at your friends coming outside from the kitchen one by one. Baekhyun chuckled and you looked at him confusingly before he pulled you up with him dusting your knees.

"How.. Wait.. What are you two doing here?" You asked asked the newly wed couple who were coming by the end of the week but were standing together infront of you.

"Well, I asked them for help and to keep a secret from you." Baekhyun told and you nodded before Ria jogged towards you and engulfed you in a big hug congratulating you.

"Now I can't wait to see you get married." Ria commented and you smiled looking at Baekhyun who was already looking at you before raising his eyebrows teasingly.

Rose and Sooyoung also gave you a bone crushed hug together with Ria and you giggled but yelped as you couldn't breathe properly before you felt yourself getting detached from them then saw Baekhyun pulling you to him as his arms were around your waist.

"You'll kill her before I could marry her." He glared at those three ladies who reciprocated him with the same glare before all of your friends were congratulating you.

The sound of bell gained everyone's attention and saw Kyungsoo, Jongdae, Minseok, Junmyeon and Yixing entering inside before their eyes went wide.

"What? You already proposed?" Jongdae asked with a disbelief face before glaring at his friend. "You couldn't even wait for us!"

Minseok slapped Baekhyun's back. "I helped you with your house and this is what I get?"

"Hyung!" Baekhyun whined. "I gave you bunch of money!"

"Let him be." Kyungsoo interuppted. "We'll ask him after his marriage."

Everyone burst out laughing at his remark while you and Baekhyun gave him a glare as he went to sit on a table. Soon the tables were set again, with the food and drinks from Kyungsoo's restaurant.

"Are we that late?" You turned around to see your both brothers coming inside and you looked at them confused. "What are you two doing here?"

"We're not here for you." Jae spoke as he looked at Baekhyun. "We are here for our brother in law."

You rolled your eyes as he sat across you with Daniel who instantly sat beside Baekhyun. "I'm gonna be Baekhyun Hyung's Bestman."

You attempted to slap him but he hid behind Baekhyun making the latter laugh at you two brother and sister before he grabbed your hand to place it on his lap.

"Tell me one thing." You trailed off motioning him to come closer which he did before kissing your cheek. "How did you prepare the song?"

Baekhyun smiled gesturing towards Yixing and Chanyeol as they both locked eyes with you causing you smile at them which they reciprocated.

"Did you like it?" Baekhyun asked genuinely and you smiled nodding. "So much."

"Really?"

"Double really."

You both giggled before heard a fake coughing noise to see Jongin giving you a look. "Don't do this infront of me. Do this after your marriage!"

"Just get a girlfriend!" Junmyeon said getting annoyed with his constant whining and at the end, Jongin replied him with a whine.

You all laughed while enjoying your time of life with your friends, more like family to you who came like a blessing in your life with the person beside you who was blessing himself. The chatters of your friends was going on and you excused yourself to the washroom. Coming back, you stopped by the counter as you stared at the pictures on the wall reminiscing them as a smile crept on your lips.

Looking through the pictures, you wondered how far you both have come and how strong your bond have become in these years.

Your eyes got blurry thinking about it before you felt a warm hand grasping yours making you smile knowing who it was as you looked at Baekhyun with the same smile and emotion in his eyes as if he was thinking the same thing.

You wrapped your arms around his waist with your head in the crook of his neck where his arms wounded around you holding you securely in his safe place before he rested your head over yours while looking at your friends smiling.

You looked at him smiling and he looked down at you smiling back with the same love in his eyes before he kissed your forehead and you hugged him again while tightening your grip on eachother.

Everything started from this place. Your first meet. Your first day of dating. And now your proposal. That time it was a beginning of your new love and this time a beginning of your new journey together.

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illneverrecover · 4 years

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sanctuary (M) | bbh

➛pairing: Byun Baekhyun x reader ➛genre: non Idol!AU, soulmate!AU, basically PWP, smut, fluff. ➛word count: 2,862 ➛rating: M ➛warnings: more soft clown shit, dirty talk, pet names, use of ‘good girl’, wining, dining and 69ing (just kidding, there’s no wining or dining), oral (both male and female receiving due to the nature of 69ing), slight throat fucking, kissing, biting/marking, unprotected sex, cursing, slight possessiveness, mostly just Baekhyun being a sweet moron. ➛summary: Somehow, Baekhyun had known to show up at your apartment just when you needed him most. Now that he was there, he wasn’t going to leave your side until he knew you were his. ➛notes: My friends hate me. Literally. Exhibit A, this fic, as commissioned by @purpletigertaetae because she does not love me, at all. She requested a continuation of my other Baek fic, ‘Querencia’ (link in masterlist) that included smut and ‘Jaekhyun dynamics’ because my snake friends continue to ship me with the WRONG MAN. Anyway, I hate you for making me write this Triv but I hope you enjoy! If you haven’t read ‘Querencia’ first, this might not make as much sense, but if you’re here just to read some porn, you are valid. Also tagging my sister in clowning, @franklytae, pls enjoy bb.�� ➛song: Unworthy - Vancouver Sleep Clinic & Pieces - Red

“I’m sorry it took me so long, but I’m here. I’m not leaving.”

You aren’t sure how long you stood like that, tangled in Baekhyun’s arms, rocking back and forth to a unheard melody. Relief had flooded you the minute he folded you against him, and you felt your eyes grow heavy in the safety of the embrace.

After minutes, hours - you pull away far enough to look into his eyes, arms still locked around his neck, as if you fear if you let go, he’ll disappear.

“Uh.. do you want to,” you stutter, cheeks tinting pink as you stumble over the words. “I mean, would you like to come in?”

He’s looking down at you with a slow smirk, the dangerous one that makes your head feel impossibly light and you hold your breath; wait for the teasing you’re sure that will follow, that you’re used to with him, but instead he rests his forehead to yours, swiping his nose against yours once.

“Well, I’m already kind of in,” he chuckles lowly, bottom lip caught between his teeth. “And I meant what I said before, about not leaving.”

That had your pulse quickening, electricity dancing on your spine. He was glancing at you as if he was drinking you in, memorizing every tick of muscle in your jaw and eyelash dusting the tops of your cheeks, and you felt pleasantly exposed in his declaration.

Boldness clawed its way into your chest, a reminder of all the things you were going to say to Baekhyun once you found him resurfacing as you got lost in his amber gaze. It was like finding puzzle pieces in his eyes, sliding home into a perfect match of love, of devotion, of lust.

It’s the tenderness in which he holds you, the heat in how he stares at you that has you pulling him down, mouth slotting against his in a crushing kiss. He responds immediately in kind, sighing as if he had been waiting far too long for the chance to taste you, lips moving lazily against your own.

His tongue traces the line of your pout, licking inside of your mouth so deeply that you feel your legs tremble before he pulls away, placing chaste pecks at the corner of your lips, your jaw.

“You don’t know how long I dreamed of this, dreamed of you,” he breathes, and your heart ignites.

Moaning, you bring him back to your mouth, kiss the words against the swollen flesh of his lips. “I dreamed of you, too.”

His breath hitches, hands grasping the flesh at your hips urgently as he pulls you flush to his chest to deepen the kiss. Everything about his touch was eager, his hands hungry as they slid up the back of your shirt to draw patterns on your skin, trailing fire in his wake. It had you shivering against him, awakening a consuming thirst to urge your hands to do the same, leaving you tugging against his oversized sweats.

You weren’t ready for the sight of seeing Baekhyun shirtless; his abdomen all lean muscle and solid lines with just a touch of softness layered on top. Your mouth felt dry, impossibly dry, and you tried to school your expression before he noticed, but were too late.

“Do you like what you see, Trouble?”

The use of his long term pet name for you in the current context had you groaning - from embarrassment or pleasure, you aren’t sure - and he pulls you closer, giggling against your throat.

“It’s okay if you do, you know.”

“You’re infuriating,”

“Ah, maybe so - but you love it,” he nibbles at the lobe of your ear, sending chills through every single nerve. Swift hands have your top over your head and across the room before you can blink, leaving you bare before him. His dark eyes glisten at the sight of your breasts, tongue darting out to wet his lips as he gives another mischievous grin.

“Tsk, no bra? You were going to leave your apartment like this?” Fingertips trace up your sides, making you shiver despite the fact that your whole body was engulfed in flame.

His words and teasing touches were affecting you far more than you would ever want to admit, and a surge of confidence fills your bones, has you stepping closer to him.

“Yes, I was,” you purr, digits trailing down his side in an imitation of his earlier movements, causing him to shudder and close his eyes. Following the broad lines of his chest, you ghost up the curve of his neck until your fingers could rest in the hair at his nape, tugging him down towards you slightly. “For you. Because I needed to find you, needed you.”

His answering gasp is delicious, eyes flashing and pupils impossibly wide as he clutches your jaw, poses you right before his mouth. “Fuck, you really are trouble.”

This time when he kisses you, his lips are fervent, almost violent; tugging and moving against yours as if he was famished for your mouth. It was searing the way his tongue sought out yours, the feral way he tasted you, and you didn’t think you would ever grow tired of kissing him, of losing yourself in his greed.

Large palms cup your breasts, expert fingers pulling and twisting your nipples until you were whimpering against him, panting. You wait for more; for him to take off your pajama pants, to touch your aching cunt, but instead he seems fixated on your hardened buds, your swollen pout.

“Baek,” you plead, arching into his touch, but he just grins against your mouth, pulling away long enough to cover his thumb in his spit and continue his torture at your bosom, gaze heavy as he watches you writhe.

With a frustrated moan, you untangle your hands from his hair, palm smoothing down his bare chest until it meets the resistance of his sweats. A single yank at his waistband had his pants gone, and you move away from his mouth to trail your lips down the lines of his lithe body, dipping at his hip, fingers toying with the elastic of his boxer briefs.

It’s only once you are on your knees that you realize the size of him, your jaw preemptively aching as you nose at his clothed thick bulge, thighs clenching. Long digits sink into your hair, smoothing it out of your face as he groans, your hands reaching to drag the fabric down and away from his form, until his palm encircles your wrist.

“Baek, what are you-”

He pulls at your roots then, a bite of pain that pulses into desire as he guides you up to your feet, walks you back over towards your living room.

“I want to taste you, too,” he nibbles at your neck, sucking a reddened blossom at the hollow of your throat. “Can’t let you have all the fun.”

He frees his length with a harsh tug, kicking the discarded underwear aside before doing the same to you, naked forms pressed close as he continues his dance towards the couch. He slides his glasses down, tossing them across the room, and you laugh at his carelessness, at the sly way he was looking at you.

Baekhyun gives you a final wet kiss before flopping down, arranging your hips above his face so you were hovering above him, staring down his cock.

He immediately buries himself in your cunt, palms running over the globes of your ass to tug at your hips, encouraging you to grind closer to his mouth. His tongue sweeps your soaking pussy, flitting against your clit for several beats before sliding lower, laving at your center. He’s slow, meticulous, making sure his tongue has explored every inch of you in languid strokes before repeating the cycle.

“God, you taste so fucking good, such a good girl for me,” he whispers against your heated flesh, and you feel yourself clench against nothing, eyes rolling back at his crude words. “I could eat this pussy for hours, spend the night with you sitting on my face.”

His lips immediately attach to your clit then, suckling gently, and you whine at his ministrations and wicked words, a low noise in your throat as exquisite pressure builds. His cock throbs at the sound of your cries, the tip glistening with precum, demanding your attention.

It’s almost lewd, the way he laps against your core, moaning as he drinks you in, suffocates himself with your arousal. It takes great effort to peel open your hooded eyes and grasp at the weeping cock before you, standing it at attention in front of your open mouth.

Baekhyun’s hips buck at the first touch of your lips to his tip; your tongue sliding out to twirl against it, indulgent in catching every drop he had previously spilled. You feel him shuddering beneath your hands, his mouth ravenous against your dripping pussy, and you open wider to fit him deeper within your mouth, sinking down closer to his pelvis.

“Oh, fuck,” he pulls away from you, chest heaving as you slide up and down his length, the bed of your tongue covering his cock and swiping at the leaking head before each descent. He’s so thick and heavy in your mouth, each drag taking him deeper into your throat until your nose was nuzzling against the soft hairs at his base, your satisfied groans muffled by the intrusion. When your free hand slides down to grasp his balls, massaging them in rhythm to your bobbing, he chokes out your name, clutches at your thighs so hard you’re sure his fingerprints are burned into your skin.

Undeterred, you continue your rhythm, mouth and hand working in tandem until he’s dripping with your spit and undulating his hips up towards you. He returns to your cunt with renewed vigor, the slow strokes of his tongue replaced with fierce white hot fire, harsh endless suckles of your clit until you’re hurtling towards your end, popping off of him to sob.

“Baek, I’m gonna, f-fuck-” you wail, air squeezing from your lungs as you feel the band in your belly pull taunt, ready to snap. Your hand continues to stroke him lazily, unable to focus on your task. “I’m gonna come, oh god,”

You should’ve known that something was up when you felt him chuckle against you, but you’re so close, hips pressing back to rest against his mouth so hard that you’re worried about drowning him in an attempt to chase the high.

And then just when it’s about to crest, he pulls away, hands groping your thighs to hold you in place.

“Baekhyun, what in the actual fuck-”

A push against your bottom has you lunging forward, and with a flick of his wrist you were flipped to your back, spread out and gasping as he towered over you, hands sliding down to encircle the bones of your ankles to rest them on his shoulders.

“I want to look into your eyes when you come,” he murmurs lowly, as if it was all the explanation in the world. He fists his cock to drag against your sopping core, drenching himself in you before lining up, filling you slowly. You were so worked up from his mouth that the stretch barely burned, a grunt tearing from his throat when he bottomed out in your welcoming cunt. With your ankles still propped on his shoulders, he leans forward then, pinning you to the couch and bending you in a way you didn’t know was possible.

“I want you to see me when you’re over the edge, want you to know who’s making you come like this,” he breathes heavily as he begins to thrust, hips rocking steadily against yours. “God, I want to make you fall apart over and over, on my tongue and my fingers and my cock. I want to ruin you, make you mine, only mine.”

It was like a prayer, the way he mutters the words against your mouth as he picks up speed, biting at the flesh of your lips before nuzzling into the nook of your neck, sucking pulsing marks into the skin.

The position has him sliding impossibly deep inside you, pressing him against that tender spot that makes you see stars, and you dig half moons into the cushion as he continues his agonizing pace. Your orgasm quickly builds again, your sobs reaching higher in pitch, and he rests his forehead against yours.

“That’s it, that’s my good girl. Come for me, come all over my cock-” he slides a hand between your bodies, fingers rubbing against your clit, eyes never leaving your own. “Just like that, fuck. You’re so tight, Trouble. So good, so perfect for me,” Baekhyun hisses between gritted teeth, pace quickening.

A sharp thrust timed harmoniously with a slickened swipe at your apex breaks you, has you crying out garbled versions of his name mixed with curses as you clench helplessly against him. You try to keep your eyes open, to burn the vivid image of him staring at you with lovesick eyes as you come undone - but the pleasure proves to be too great, eyes brimming with unshed tears as he fucks you through your orgasm.

It takes what feels like an eternity for you to come down, his cock still plunging into your aching cunt, his face still hovering impossibly close to your own. Desire remains swirling in his dark gaze, but it’s taken a new glow, a hint of something more, and it takes your breath away when he whispers your name.

“I love you, Y/N. I’m not going anywhere, never gonna leave you, I promise, I-”

“Shut up, Baek,” you groan, but there’s no venom in your voice, only softness. “Is that a new type of clown dirty talk?” Pulling him to your lips, you whisper against him, tongue darting out to taste his mouth.

“I love you too,” you angle down, latching against the column of his throat, teeth sinking into the skin in an attempt to mark him like he did you - both body and soul. “I love you, and I want you to come, need to feel you fill me up, please.”

“Fuck, you really are trouble,” he chokes, slamming his body against yours until the room was echoing in wanton moans and lewd squelches, spearing you onto his cock.

You writhe under him, over sensitivity making each breach of your sex feel like small needles, and you cry with relief when he moves your legs off his shoulders to wrap around his waist, to tug him even closer. A needy whine rumbles in his chest, eyes boring into yours when he finally reaches his peak, your name on his lips as you feel him coat your insides with his sticky release.

Neither of you make to move from the couch even after you catch your breath, seemingly content to remain entangled in each others arms in the cozy silence of the early morning light. Your mind's racing, a million questions posed at the tip of your tongue, but instead you keep your mouth shut, trapping the unsaid words deep inside, not wanting to speak your fears aloud.

As if he can sense the distress, the rise in your worry, Baekhyun shifts to cup your face in his palm, no mischief in his eyes as he stares intently into your own. His brow creases, bottom lip trapped under the sharp points of his teeth, his face so devastatingly handsome even when laced with concern.

“Y/N,” his voice is rough, hot gravel with misuse, and you watch him swallow, watch the way his eyes flick between your own as if he’s searching for something.

“Baekhyun.” you mimic feebly, a poor attempt at a joke - but he says nothing, just continues looking at you, seeing through you as his thumb rubs soothingly against your cheek.

“There’s nothing to worry about, you know. I meant what I said earlier - about how I feel. I want you, want this.” He smiles then, expression softening. “I want to take you on dates, show you beautiful places, go on adventures, take you out to dinner. And when we’re done, I want to fuck you in the back halls of those beautiful places, make you come undone during our adventures - hell, maybe even during dinner.”

You swat at him then, his answering chuckle dripping with amusement. Resting his forehead against yours, he inhales deeply, as if he was filling his lungs with you, pulling you down inside of his chest and burrowing you into his heart.

His nose swipes against yours once.

“You have me, if you want me.” It’s a promise, one that your soul recognizes, and your chest swells.

Opening his eyes, he implores your gaze once more, flames burning so hot you almost look away.

“I’m sorry you’ve been hurt. I’m so sorry it took me so long, but I’m here. I’m not leaving.” His kiss is blazing, a fever molded to his lips that press against your own, and your heart firmly remains in Baekhyun’s grasp.

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noonachronicles · 4 years

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The End of the F**king World Pt. 5

Byun Baekhyun X Reader

Word Count: 11.3k

Warnings: Language. Cheesy confessions of love. Smut.

Genre: Apocalyptic/Alien Invasion AU. Slow Burn (ish?). One pining pup and one idiot in denial ~finally~ to lovers.

A/N: The one (I’m pretty sure) everyone’s been waiting for.

You and Baekhyun spent quite some time in the bath and beauty store. He watched you with amusement as you’d filled the tiny bathtub with things you thought you might want to take with you. You’d also found some presents to pack for Seulgi and Irene. Once you felt satisfied with your findings Baekhyun took you around the rest of the third floor and down to the second floor for the tour. As he brought you around to the different stores you kicked yourself for not thinking about coming here much sooner. It was packed with a ton of useful items that were completely untouched.

On the second floor you found the real motherload, a military surplus shop. It was packed with knives and other weapons, an entire section dedicated to MREs, and everything you could think of for first aid supplies. When you asked Baekhyun why he’d never brought any of this stuff home with him since he’d apparently been here so often he shrugged and said that he’d never been in the store before. He said that it didn’t look very fun from the outside, which earned him a hard punch to his shoulder.

After that you found a clothes store that you wanted to go back to later and an empty shop space that hadn’t been rented out. You suggested that you could bring some of the camping supplies from the surplus store into the empty space for a nice place to sleep later. Baekhyun agreed and made note that the restrooms were right outside and you could both use them to wash up. With a plan for the night in place you finally made your way to the toy store before it really got too dark.

Flashlights in hand you made your way into the store. Almost immediately after walking inside you heard Baekhyun call your name and looked over at him. He tossed a small package your way and you reached out to grab what ended up being batteries.

“Just in case.” he grinned before moving towards the opposite side of the store.

“Thanks.” You blushed as you pocketed the batteries and made your way down the aisles.

Down the first aisle you picked up an off brand nerf gun that was meant to look like a semi automatic sniper rifle. It felt strange in your arms, too light. Sehun had taught you to shoot a sniper rifle, you knew what it was like to hold a real one. You knew what it felt like to shoot one, to shoot a living thing with one. Holding a fake one, to imagine shooting things and people as being a fun game, it left you with an uncomfortable sensation. You frowned as you put the gun back on the shelf. You’d used to love nerf guns, they’d been fun. Brushing off the discomfort, and picking your flashlight back up from where you’d placed it, you moved down the next aisle.

This aisle was a little more relaxed, board games and puzzles. Moving your flashlight over the pictures on the puzzle boxes you thought, if you survived this fight, you might like to start doing puzzles. Maybe you could set up a big table in the record store and just listen to music and work on puzzles with thousands of pieces. Moving along to the next aisle you found a collection of Lego sets. They made you think about Baekhyun. If he used to do them before you could get him a really nice one for the holidays, maybe he’d like that.

With him fresh on your mind a curious thought arose as you eyed the sets in front of you. “Baekhyunnie...”

“Yeah?” His voice came from somewhere a little deeper in the store.

“I have a question for you.”

“Ask away.” He sounded a little closer now but still a bit distracted.

“Why would you come to Quad Two?” you called out your question and tried to ignore the aggressive wave of jealousy that washed over you for at least the third time that day.

“What do you mean?” He asked casually, you were glad he was still aisles away and couldn’t feel the swell of envy rolling off of you as you imagined the worst.

For a second you wondered what that meant to you. The worst. What would be the worst possible reason you could imagine? Baekhyun visiting someone. Baekhyun visiting a woman that wasn’t you. Baekhyun falling in love with someone else. With a vigorous shake of your head you halted that destructive train of thought and moved around to the next aisle.

“You said before you’ve been here a dozen times. Why would you keep coming back to Quad Two?” as you asked the question Baekhyun rounded the corner at the end of your aisle and you looked over at him innocently. As innocently as you could manage anyway. “Were you coming to see someone? I mean... you had to have been, right? Why else would you keep coming back?”

He stopped about a yard away from you and leaned against the shelf with a smug, knowing smile. “Who were you visiting every time you went to Eight?”

“No one.” You scoffed and looked back at the shelf even if there was nothing that really interested you. “I went to the record store, that's all. And anyway don’t avoid my question. Who were you here to see?”

Biting his lip in amusement he let it go with a small pop, “I’ll tell you but only if you admit you’re jealous.”

“Well I won’t be doing that because I’m not jealous.” You rolled your eyes and stepped away, moving slowly towards the next aisle.

“You really want to know?” His voice followed behind you.

“Are you going to tell me or are you going to tease me like before when you refused to tell me who you were hung up on?” you asked looking over your shoulder at him.

“You’re still thinking about that?” he asked, “I’m surprised. You must really be jealous then.”

“You know this is why no one ever lets you have any power, right? It goes straight to your head.” you sighed, “You can be so impossible.”

“Me?” he scoffed, keeping his eyes on your back. If only you knew how impossible he found you. “You’re sure you want to know? I don’t know if your little green eyed monster could handle the truth.”

Your fingers lightly touched the silver handle of the plastic toy in front of you. Honestly, you weren’t so sure he was wrong. There were some really beautiful women in Two. You knew that. Most of you wanted to pretend a little longer that you didn’t know why it mattered so much to you. Maybe being in love or in a relationship with someone wasn’t on your priorities list but part of you always enjoyed that Baekhyun seemed to like you. As selfish as it was. Even with everything that was happening around you it always made you feel good. He always made you feel good. For whatever reason it gave you a sense of normalcy, crushes and harmless flirting. It gave off a very Before Times feeling. The fact that thinking about him seeing someone else made you sick with envy made you feel like a terrible human and an even worse friend. You shouldn’t be so possessive over someone that wasn’t even yours. You should be happy for your friend, the one who always did his best to bring you joy.

“Yeah.” You answered quietly after a moment of consideration. Internally you reminded yourself to be nice, no matter who it was. “I really want to know.”

“Do you remember my brother?” He asked.

You looked up at him in surprise. You weren’t expecting that, “I think I met him once or twice. He was a lawyer, right?”

“Right.” He nodded. “He had an office building a couple streets away.”

“Oh.” Your shoulders fell, jealousy quickly replaced with the ache of guilt.

“I uh-“ he sighed deeply, “Sometimes when I’ve had a bad week or whatever, I’ll just go to the office. I don’t know what it is. I like to just sit in his chair and look at the pictures he kept of our family. When I’m there it feels like I’m able to talk to him. So I tell him everything. It’s just kind of comforting.”

“Baek.” You weren’t sure what to say, “I’m so sorry. I shouldn’t have pushed you.”

“It’s okay.” He shrugged, “Being able to tell him things is nice, but I like telling you things too.”

Looking down at your feet you dug the toe of your shoe into the floor.

“Fine…” you sighed, still feeling horrible and like you had to give him something, “Just so we’re clear, I did ask because I was jealous.”

Baekhyun laughed. It started as a little chuckle then grew until it was something almost uncontrollable. His cheeks had formed perfectly rounded orbs of joy. Hand on his chest as he tried to breath, teeth out on full display. Just absolutely glowing with happiness. It was cute, so you rolled your eyes to offset the grin on your lips.

“It’s not even that funny!” You tried not to laugh along with him but he was too infectious.

“I knew.” He continued to laugh, “It’s just funny because obviously I already knew, but you admitted it anyway. You’re so...you’re so great.”

“Ugh, I hate you!” you groaned.

“Yeah, I know.” he sighed, “I love you too.”

He laughed for a little while longer before growing quiet. The two of you were silent for a while but it wasn’t uncomfortable at all. In fact all day, with the exception of your run in with Baddie, had been comfortable. Truthfully you usually had a good time when you were with him. You spent a minute trying to think of the last time you really let yourself spend time alone with Baekhyun. It hadn’t been for some time you knew that much. A year at least, maybe even longer.

In the beginning you were together all the time. All day every day essentially. The two of you would go out to scavenge together or train with Sehun. Then you’d go back home for the night and go over maps together and make plans for the next day. If it was a particularly hard day, if there had been lots of Lurkers or maybe you had a close call, you’d play games. He taught you poker and you learned chess together. The more you thought about how much fun the two of you had back then the less it made sense that you’d have stopped. You flushed lightly when you finally realized why you had.

At some point after the first year you worried you were, as Seulgi had put it at the time, catching feelings for him. For a lot of reasons back then you weren’t ready. Losing Siwon was still pretty fresh in your mind. You’d just barely gotten comfortable with your new situation, the new normal. The idea of having feelings for anyone, let alone someone you were as close to as Baekhyun terrified you. It was then you started to push away from him. Scavenging alone, spending time with friends from other families in an attempt to avoid alone time with him. When you looked up at him he stood with his hands in his pockets, a pout on his mouth. He seemed a little sad and you wondered if he was thinking about his brother.

“Hey.” You said finally and turned around to reach for the toys you’d been looking at before. Grabbing one plastic lightsaber in each hand you held them out to him, “Red or blue?”

His lips turned up into a smile and he said, “Blue, obviously.”

With a groan you tossed him the blue lightsaber, “Of course you would, such a good boy.”

“Which makes you...” he grinned, “a bad girl?”

You rolled your eyes. “Are we here to flirt or are we here to fight?”

“Both.” he muttered as he tried to tear the plastic packaging from the toy.

You laughed as you jabbed one of your blades into the plastic, quickly tearing apart the packaging. Once your weapon was freed you hurried to the front of the store. Baekhyun whined about you giving him a faulty lightsaber. You dropped your backpack on the cashiers counter and tugged off your jacket in preparation. When you turned back around Baekhyun was finally flicking his toy open. His thumb pressed against the button and the blue blade started to glow, the telltale saber sounds emitting from the handle.

He slid his pack across the floor so that it was near the counter at your feet, “Ready to die, Sith spawn?”

“Not today, Jedi jerk.” You said flicking your arm so that your blade was out as well.

After that the two of you were off. You fought aggressively, just in the front of the toy store at first and eventually pushed out into the rest of the mall. Your stomach hurt from laughing as you chased each other from the third floor down to the second floor and then back up again. Invisible limbs were left all over the place and both of you excelled at dramatically losing blood. You’d died and reset three times despite your very best efforts but you refused to give up until you won. Baekhyun’s endless energy and enthusiasm was hard to match but you did your best and he respected your game. After your fourth collapse onto the tiled floor of the mall you had to request a brief recess to catch your breath. Baekhyun had agreed wanting to get a new lightsaber, since his had a bend in it.

The sun was setting but there was still a bit of light reflecting back into the galleria, enough that you didn’t need your lights outside of the stores. Both of you sipped quietly from your bottles of water. Leaning over the railing you looked down at the black lake below. You tried to think of all the times you’d watched Lurkers attack. They weren’t terribly smart creatures. They didn’t climb as far as you’d ever seen but that didn’t mean it wasn’t possible. Once or twice you’d seen one take a leap. The first time had been one that chased Taeyong to the rooftop of a building. He’d jumped across to the next building with little damage, but the Lurker was too heavy and dropped like a brick. Sometimes in their mob mentality they’d step on one another like stepping stones until they reached their victim. They were mostly big on brute force, breaking things down to get to people. Smashing windows, breaking down walls and doors. Still it surprised you they weren’t adapting after this long.

“Why do you think the Lurkers don’t try to get past the water?”

Baekhyun shrugged, “Their eyesight. We know they can’t see for shit. They have no perception of how deep the water really is or how long it goes on for. Risk versus reward isn’t worth it.”

After a moment of thought you said, “So all it would take is one Lurker to be bold enough to try. To walk through the water and realize it’s not dangerous for them and then they’d come after us, and we’d be dead.”

“Stop!” He let out a breath of a laugh but you could hear the frustration. “Why do you always do that? How can you always imagine the worst happening? We’re in the middle of having a nice time, are we not?”

“Of course we are, but that’s when you should really reassess your safety and strategy. How can you not imagine the worst? How have you survived until now?” You weren’t offended, you knew it’s what you did. You thought everyone else was crazy for never stopping to think of every possible scenario. “Haven’t the last three years taught you anything?

“The last three years taught me the only thing I need to know.” He answered, “It taught me life is short and unpredictable. Too short and too unpredictable to spend all my time worried about the things that could happen instead of enjoying the things that are happening.”

With a light sigh you tried to keep your eye roll at the most respectful length you could muster.

“Try it.” Baekhyun said seriously. “For the rest of the night, stop thinking about the world outside of this mall. No Lurkers. No Baddie. No death and pain. It’s just me and you. I promise I will worry for the both of us where worry is warranted. Just give yourself the next few hours to be worryless. To enjoy the fact that so far none of the Lurkers have been so bold to cross the water and that we have a place that feels genuinely safe.”

“I don’t know.” You shook your head.

“You’re too tense all the time. If you don’t let things go every once in a while, you’re never going to beat me at lightsabers.” when you looked back over at him he was grinning. You wondered how long ago he realized being challenged was your weakness and then you wondered how long he’d actually been using that knowledge against you.

“Fine, but you have to promise you’ll worry about something every ten minutes, at least, to compensate for my lack of concern.”

“You got it.” He said and held his hand out.

You shook his hand to seal the deal and took a deep breath before slowly releasing it. Bending down you placed your water bottle on the ground. When you looked over you realized he’d left his new weapon on the ground inside the toy store when he’d sat down to tie his shoe earlier. You held back a malevolent grin.

He watched you, quite amused, as you physically released yourself of worries. Deep inhales, long exhales. You shook your shoulders to loosen up and stretched your body out until you were satisfied. Then you reached down to your side and grabbed the lightsaber from the holster you’d crafted and snapped it so that the red plastic blade was released to its full length. His smile dropped at that point as a confident smile grew on your own face and he realized he was unarmed and that you were blocking his access to his weapon with your own.

“Now...now I’m going to kick your ass.”

“...Shit.” Wide eyed with fear he bolted quickly in the opposite direction and you sprinted after.

He ran halfway around the third floor before skidding into a womens clothes boutique and hiding behind a headless mannequin.

“Wait!” He shouted with laughter. “I wasn’t ready!”

“A Sith would never wait for a Jedi to prepare.” You said calmly, smacking your lightsaber against the mannequin. You bit your lip to keep from laughing as Baekhyun released a shrill shriek and ran to another mannequin.

“Damn...that’s true.” He muttered.

You followed him as he circled around the boutique, hiding behind racks and mannequins.

“You should just let me kill you. You have no weapon and you can’t hide forever…”

“I’m not.” He responded before jumping up from behind the table he was next to. “Just had to catch my breath, so I can go get my weapon.”

Your eyes went wide as you realized that while you were following him around you left an open path to the door. “No!”

Both of you bolted towards the door at the same time. Baekhyun let out a battle cry and threw a balled up T-shirt at you. You paused at the door, looking down at the shirt you’d caught as he continued running back to the toy shop laughing the entire way.

“Did you just throw a fucking T-shirt at me?!” You screamed after him, “Get back here, Baek! You are so dead!”

Finally, having let go of some of your anxieties you were able to defeat Baekhyun twice in a row much to your satisfaction. At that point the sun had set and all you really had as far as lighting was your flashlights so both of you figured it was time to settle down for the night. Working together you carried supplies from the surplus store on the second floor to the empty shop on the third floor.

After some looking around you decided to upgrade your backpack from the one you’d been using the last several months to a sturdy, bigger one. You stuffed the new pack full of MREs to try for dinner. And like a gift from the heavens you found near the camping supplies, a display for s’mores. You made sure to snag every single bag of marshmallows and every bar of chocolate you saw. As far as you were concerned it was more important than the sleeping bags. Baekhyun grabbed the sleeping bags himself along with some lanterns for better lighting. That was going to be your very basic setup for the night. A huge empty room with a couple of sleeping bags and a stockpile of s’mores ingredients. The sight, once you’d hauled everything to the room, pleased you greatly. It was everything you needed. Feeling settled, you told Baekhyun you were going to clean up.

Before heading to the bathroom you stopped by a few other stores from earlier. In the clothes boutique you spent some time really looking around. You were pleased to find a comfortable pair of pajama pants, an oversized sweater and even some cute underwear. Feeling like being in there already was a good enough excuse you also grabbed yourself a nice, clean shirt, a new bra, and some socks for the next day.

Stuffing your new purchases in a bag you stopped a few other places before finally making your way into the bathroom. The lanterns Baekhyun had grabbed from the surplus store lit up the bathroom brilliantly. Apparently you’d grown spoiled having the shower head at Cordially. You had to angle your head quite uncomfortably to wash your hair and it left you a little annoyed. In the bath and body shop you’d found a hair mask and threw that in before starting on your body.

You groaned at the realization that you had Lurker blood splatter all over you. It was your arms mostly, but it had also soaked through your shirt in several spots. You weren’t even sure if it was from the night before or this afternoon. With your newly found loofa you were able to scrub your skin until it felt fresh. Then once you’d rinsed out your hair and thrown it up into a towel you shaved. For the first time in a long time you shaved. You felt stupid for never having done it before. It wouldn’t have been hard to find the supplies. Beyond your tapes you just didn’t think about little luxuries like that anymore.

When you finally stepped out of the bathroom you felt completely refreshed. Brand new, clean underwear and pajamas from the boutique down the way. Scented soap, and fancy shampoo from the shop Baekhyun had taken you to earlier. For the first time in years you felt almost human. While that all helped to get you there, you knew it also had a lot to do with the fact that you hadn’t spent the entire night stressed about things that may or may not happen. The only thing you’d thought about was how happy you were and how much fun you’d been having. You felt a little stupid for that too. For never taking the time before to just be a person. You should have been taking Baekhyun’s advice all along. You could never admit it to him though, he’d never let it go.

Reaching the room the two of you had set up earlier you realized that the fun was not yet over. Apparently while you’d been away getting clean and refreshed Baekhyun had been keeping busy. He’d taken it upon himself to set up an indoor campsite. There were the sleeping bags from before but he’d brought in stacks of pillows and blankets as well. They were set up around a bunch of candles that he’d turned into a makeshift campfire, complete with cardboard cut into the shapes of logs. Next to that was a pile of junk food, candy that he’d collected, along with the s’mores. And the MREs from the surplus store. The best part of all was a battery operated projector he’d found earlier in the toy store. It was set up to reflect against the ceiling and it looked like a starry night sky.

Too amazed by the sight you almost didn’t even notice Baekhyun come in. However he’d been grunting and that caught your attention. Turning around you saw him waddling inside the room from the bathrooms with the little tub in his arms, water sloshing from side to side.

He smiled brightly when he saw you, “Do you like it?”

“Where’d you find the time?” you tried to help him with the tub but he refused.

“What does that mean?” He laughed “All I have is time.”

“I mean you bathed, right?” You asked skeptically. “Because you were getting ripe.”

“First of all I was not ‘getting ripe’. Maybe you were smelling yourself.” He started, after placing the tub down, “Second I don’t know what you girls do in the bathroom but whatever it is...it takes too long.”

“Well” you sat down in the seat he’d set up on the opposite side of the foot bath, “I shaved.”

“What for?” He laughed harder than before as he tugged up the leg of the pajamas he’d put on, and stuck his feet in the water. Then he paused suddenly, “...for me?”

“No!” You denied a little too enthusiastically and way too quickly as you rolled up your own pajama pants to your knees. Baekhyun just grinned as you dipped your feet in the water with his.

While you weren’t paying attention apparently, he’d found a lemon oil, tea tree bath salt for the water and you watched, a little amazed, as he poured it in. It turned out he’d brought a lot of things along to do as your feet soaked. You started to realize you were finding his thoughtfulness less and less surprising with every passing day. Though your gratitude for it, for him, was greater than ever. He let you apply a peel off mask to his face and he applied one to yours. He said he would massage your hands with a nice lotion he’d found but made you promise to do the same for him, which seemed like the easiest trade off you’d ever agreed to in your life. You even let him paint your nails, he didn’t do a bad job at all.

“Okay, try this one.”

Digging your spoon into the pouch that you’d heated up, you laughed to yourself at the way it looked and then held it out to him.

“Is that dog food? That looks like someone already tried it and then spit it back in the pouch. Give me another one of those cookies instead.” he said still painting your toes.

“One bite of cookie and then you have to try the food. I made it for you myself.”

He rolled his eyes as he opened his mouth so you could feed him a bite from one of the cookies that had been in the meal package. You waited diligently until he swallowed and then shoved the spoon in front of him. After accepting the spoonful he started shaking his head. He made a face like he wanted to spit it out but realized he didn’t have anywhere for it to go.

Swallowing the mouthful he made a gagging noise that just made you laugh further, “Nope. That’s a big time no on the beef brisket.”

“Shame.” you sighed putting it to the side and grabbing the next one, “It smelled pretty good.”

“Actually, you know what we should do?” he asked, finishing your last little toe and then sitting back, “We could take it with us and force feed it to Baddie. It might be the secret weapon to his destruction.”

“Ready-to-eat poison pouch?” you asked and held out a spoonful of something new.

“Why am I the only one eating them?” he asked, looking at you with great suspicion. “Why don’t I make one and you eat it?”

“I am eating them! I ate the chicken with the rice and the tacos.” you said innocently.

“Yeah, after I tried them first and said they were good!” he argued before reluctantly taking the new bite of food from you anyway. “Eh, it’s not bad, not great.”

Taking a bite of the pouched spaghetti you shrugged, “Kind of like that canned stuff from when we were kids. Want some more cheese spread?”

“Nah.” he reached over and pulled an armful of junk food across the floor to where you were sitting on your sleeping bags. “Time for s’mores.”

Though both of you were actually pretty full from eating the meals you still managed to tear through an entire bag of marshmallows and all of the chocolate a little too quickly. Neither of you was ready for the fun to be over though so you kept snacking on marshmallows straight from the bag and played games from a stack that Baekhyun had brought over from the toy store. After several rounds of Connect Four and Guess Who, he suggested Chubby Bunny. It seemed like the two of you were dead set on finishing every bag of marshmallows you’d brought with you anyway so he thought you might as well make it fun.

“Thumby mubby.” he mumbled cheeks fat and round with about eight jumbo marshmallows and big puppy eyes watering with laughter.

“Stop! You’re so dumb. I can’t breathe. I can’t-“ You brushed the tears from your aching cheeks as you laughed. Your whole torso hurt from the strain on your muscles.

Looking over at him you couldn’t help but feel a little overwhelmed. He was such an amazing guy. You couldn’t help but think about all the time you’d spent together and how happy you always were when you were with him. You remembered everything he’d ever done for you whether they were huge things like saving your life or tiny little things like sharing a piece of gum with you. He was such a dork. He could be so annoying and completely infuriating sometimes. Some days he drove you absolutely insane. But looking at him now, his cheeks packed with marshmallows and tears of laughter streaking down his cheeks...you knew. You knew that you never would have survived this long without him and you knew you didn’t have a future if he wasn’t in it.

Before your brain could make sense of what your heart was doing, before it could stop you again you said, “I love you.”

Your smile faded quickly and a brick of nerves slammed into the pit of your stomach where the laughter had just been. Your eyes looked anywhere but at him. He was trying so hard to chew and clear his stuffed mouth, he nearly choked. You knew what he was going to ask. You knew he’d want to know what you meant and as you sat there waiting for the inevitable you realized you weren’t sure what you wanted to say.

You knew what you meant by it but it didn’t have to be what you told him. You could always say you meant, “I love you like a friend”. Even if you knew it was more. Even if you knew it was “I love you so much it hurts. You’re everything I have in this fucked up reality and I’d be lost without you”.

“What did you mean...when you said that?” He asked, finally swallowing the last of the marshmallows.

“I don’t know what you mean.” You shrugged.

“You’ve literally never said you loved me before. Did you mean love like when I say ‘Oh man, I love Chanyeol?’ or did you mean I love you like how I mean it when I say ...I love you too?”

You sat quietly for a moment, contemplating your options. One or both of you could be dead by tomorrow and the way you saw it you could do one of two things. You could continue to blow him off, pretend like how he made you feel was nothing, and then you die or he dies or you both die and he never knows for sure how much you actually do love him. He doesn’t know that he meant more to you than anyone left in the whole world. He never finds out that every single day you spent with him was a day he kept you alive. And if you live and he dies, you live with that regret until your last breath.

Or the other option would be to just tell him. And maybe, for just one single moment in this hellscape of a reality, you could be reminded of how good just loving someone felt. Then tomorrow comes and one or both of you die and then it’s over, good feelings gone. Bad feelings made ten times worse because you’ve lost the one thing you loved the most in the whole world and you can’t lie to yourself anymore because you already told him the truth.

You sighed shakily.

“Do you remember the first few weeks after the invasion? We didn’t know anything then. We didn’t know if it would stop. We didn’t understand Lurkers yet. We didn’t know if we’d run out of clean water or if we’d run out of food. Everyday was miserable to get through. Everything was so dark and gloomy.” Finally you looked up at him with tear filled eyes, “Except for you, Baek. You always found a reason to smile. Every single day. Even if it was something small or silly, you were always so happy. I didn’t understand how you did it. And I didn’t understand why you always shared it with me, whatever that one thing was. You always made sure I smiled or laughed.”

He scooted closer as you started to really cry and placed his hand on your knee. You thought to hold his hand but yours was absolutely trembling at your side.

You wiped at your cheeks and with a shaky voice you continued, “I was so miserable then. To you, to everyone. I didn't even want to live in this world. I thought about dying every day. Seulgi kept me alive those days. I couldn’t do that to her, you know? Then she had Yeol and I knew she would be okay. I knew he would take care of her. I wasn’t living for her anymore, but by then I had something else to keep me going.”

You placed your hand on top of his. He didn’t say anything, just squeezed your fingers.

“You were so nice to me. You always have been, even before this. And I couldn’t figure out why. I didn’t deserve it, I never have. I’ve never been half as good to you as you deserve. To be honest, of everyone that’s left I think I’m still pretty miserable now. I definitely still don’t deserve you or how amazing you are to me. Maybe I’ll never deserve you. Your kindness is so pure and you’re so thoughtful. I guess despite that, despite knowing I’ll never be good enough for you, I also know now without a doubt that I wouldn’t be here without you. I don’t want to be here without you, Baekhyun. You’re what keeps me going. You’re my reason. You’re the only reason I try anymore. I guess I mean... I- I love you. I love you. I just...love you.”

He leaned forward with a tiny grin and dried your face with the long, soft sleeve of his shirt, “So...not at all like when I say I love Chanyeol.”

With a small laugh you wiped your cheeks again, “No, not really. It’s like a little bit more than that.”

“Y/n, I...I can’t remember a minute of my life when I wasn’t in love with you.” He said with a thoughtful smile, “That’s how long it’s been for me. Literally since the second I saw you. Feels like decades at this point but I still remember it perfectly. Whatever happened in my life before I met you, it just doesn’t exist now. It’s not important. You do deserve everything I do for you. If for no other reason than because I say you do. And I’m not as good as you think I am. Every time I made you smile was purely selfish because your smile is the only thing that gets me through the day. And that was true well before any of this bullshit. Why do you think I always brought you coffee? I just wanted to see you happy. You’ve been the reason for my smile for years. This was just my chance to be that for you. And just in case I haven’t said it enough yet, I love you too.”

You rolled your lip between your teeth before giving him a pout, “I think this is where we kiss.”

“Really?” He looked a little overwhelmed.

You nodded in affirmation and he leaned forward. He gently pinched your chin between his fingers and brought your lips to his. His eyes lingered on your mouth for some time. You were growing restless watching him grin at your waiting lips.

“This isn’t some fantasy, Baek. I’m here, you can really kiss me.” You whispered.

He let out a huff of laughter. “That’s funny...you don’t like waiting for me.”

“You know I’m impatient.”

“Oh, I know.” He responded, but still he made no effort to kiss you. Only sat there smirking.

“And yet, you do not kiss me…”

His eyes crinkled with a smile as he felt you grow more and more frustrated. You were about to just lean in and do it yourself when he pulled away completely. Your eyes went wide in shock.

“I changed my mind.” His eyes were sparkling as he looked you over.

“About?”

He looked down at his lap, “I was going to kiss you. I want to kiss you. I’ve wanted to kiss you forever and it would be so easy to just grab you by the face and bury myself in you until I can’t feel my mouth anymore.”

“That sounds great. You should do that.”

“I think I want to wait instead.” he grinned at the anguish on your face, and seemingly out of nowhere he said, “When I was little I wasn’t really allowed to have sweets. My parents thought I had too much energy as it was.”

“I can't imagine that at all...” you said sarcastically, and settled back down, realizing this wasn’t going to be the instant gratification you were looking for.

“For my birthday and only my birthday, I would get a cake and a bag filled with candies. All of my favorite kinds. The best ones. And my parents would let me eat the candy however I wanted but they reminded me that I'd only get the one bag. When I was younger I would be done with the bag in a day, an hour if I didn’t get a stomach ache. As I got older I understood the lesson better. I stretched it out as much as I could. I’d wait weeks and then have a candy and then a few more and have another one. I had candy all year long if I did it right, and every one of those candies I’d appreciate to the fullest.”

“So...I’m the candy?” you asked.

He shook his head. “I’m the candy.”

“I don’t understand, Baek.” You said thoroughly confused.

“I’ve wanted you forever. You’ve wanted me for five minutes. If I just let you eat the whole bag you don’t learn the lesson.” He shot a lopsided smile your way. “I just want to make sure you take your time and appreciate me to the fullest.”

“You assume I wouldn’t appreciate you?” You asked semi-offended. “That I don’t already.”

“I just want to make sure.”

You supposed you could play his little game. “Okay. So what do we do now?”

“Time for bed.” He said, throwing himself down against the pillows.

You were wrong, you could not play. “You're not serious?”

“Good night.” he closed his eyes, a cheerful smile on his face.

“Byun Baekhyun...I swear,” you threatened, “if you don’t get up…”

“Then you’ll what?” He teased, keeping his eyes closed.

“Then I’ll…” you weren’t sure.

He wiggled his body until he was comfortably settled, “Well, go on.”

“I’ll go down there to you.”

Finally he opened his eyes, they were bright and playful as ever. “Look at you. You want me so bad. I might even say you’re being desperate.”

“Shut up.” You shoved his shoulder and he rolled easily from his side to his back.

Baekhyun laughed as he looked up at you, “If you really want me that much, I guess I won’t stop you, but remember... I’m a treat.”

Your lips parted as if to speak but instead you leaned forward and kissed him. It was so simple, a junior high kiss. Just your lips on his lips. Nothing special about it at all but it felt like everything. It was hard to tell if it was just years of not being touched or if it was because it was Baekhyun. You had a feeling it was a little of both. He had one hand in your hair but his other arm wrapped around your waist. A giggle escaped your mouth as he pulled you on top of him. The two of you kissed like that for a while, PG13. You couldn’t bring yourself to stop but eventually he pulled back to take a look at you.

“Your lips taste like marshmallows.” He whispered.

Leaning forward you left a soft kiss on his cheek. “You should taste the rest of me.”

“Don’t.” He murmured quietly before easing himself out from under you and pushing up into a sitting position, “Not unless you mean it.”

You pushed yourself up as well, and threw your leg over him, settling down onto his lap. “What makes you think I don’t mean it?”

“You’re a tease.” He said placing a hand on your hip.

“I’m a tease!” You laughed and shoved his shoulder again. “Mr. Time for bed.”

“You’ve been teasing me years.” There was a small smile on his face but his eyes darkened. “Walking around all smart and funny. Strong, so strong, and so beautiful. There’s never been anyone as sexy as you. And you’ve just been rubbing it in my face all these years.”

With a blush you kissed his cheek and then pulled his lip between your teeth. When you leaned back he was practically glowing again. You grabbed the bottom hem of his shirt, pulling it over his head. Then he watched wide eyed as you pulled your sweater off. Chilly against your hot skin, his long fingers moved up the length of your back. He brought you close until you were pressed against his chest and groaned as you brushed your tongue gently across his lips before he opened his mouth for you.

Getting caught up in the kiss you moved your hands up his neck and into his hair. You moaned softly into the kiss. Instantly you felt his nails dig into the skin of your shoulders. The feel of his tongue on yours was euphoric. You’d forgotten how much you loved to kiss. There was a simplicity to it, no rush. It felt normal for a moment like you were back in your old life. You could have kissed him all night but it was clear after a while, as he grew hard against your thigh, that he had other plans for the two of you. He flipped you so that you were on your back. His lips sucked on the skin of your neck until you were gasping beneath him.

He pulled back for just a second to look at you, “Do you want…”

“Yes.” You answered effortlessly.

He groaned and pressed a kiss against your cheek. “I uh...I don’t have any condoms. I don’t even know where to get one that’s not expired.”

“I think we’ll be okay.” you laughed, “Unless you’ve been sleeping around with everyone we know.”

“I haven’t...not with anyone.” he said quietly.

“Ever?” you asked surprised.

“God no! Not ever!” he said, horrified by the assumption, “Just since it happened.”

“Me too.”

“Really?” he asked.

“Really.” You weren’t sure if you should be upset by how genuinely shocked he sounded. “Who’d you think I was fucking?”

“No one.” he said looking just passed you, avoiding looking at you.

“Obviously someone.”

“Please don’t get mad at me.” he begged, feeling this moment slipping away from him. “I just, I couldn’t shake the feeling you were with... Hyunwoo.”

“Oh.” your forehead creasing as you tried to avoid replaying his death over and over again at the mention of him like you had been for the last couple of days.

He sighed seeing the distraught look on your face, though he assumed it was because of what he’d said and not what you’d seen. He pushed his face into your shoulder mumbling, “I fucked this up.”

“No… no you didn’t.” you turned your head slightly and kissed his forehead. “Just distract me. Please. I do want this.

“Okay…” he brushed his thumb over your cheek, his face still resting on your shoulder. “Do you remember the other day when Baddie showed up? Do you remember that morning?”

“Um.” you couldn’t think with his fingertips dragging down the length of your neck, so slowly. “Barely. I was on scavenging duty like normal.”

Turning his face up, his nose brushed your neck and then his lips grazed your skin, “Do you remember before that? On the rooftop of the old bank. You were…you were touching yourself.”

“How do you-“ you inhaled sharply as his hand moved down your neck to your chest. “I didn’t.”

“Don’t deny it.” He grinned feeling the gulp move down your throat passed his lips. “I watched you.”

“Seriously?” You asked. You knew you should be more angry, feel violated. Instead between the thought of him watching you and the way he kept whispering against your neck left you excited. You let out the smallest laugh, “I always knew you were a little pervert.”

“It was an accident at first,” he said pulling your earlobe between his teeth, “but I did enjoy it.”

“Fuck, Baek.” you sighed.

“Tell me what you were thinking about.” he spoke softly but it was a demand regardless. “What do you fantasize about?”

When you turned your face towards his, your noses brushed together in an Eskimo kiss and your eyes met his before you muttered, “You.”

His eyes went wide, as if he forgot he was trying to seduce you. Finally gathering himself he puffed out an amused breath of air. “If you don’t tell me the truth Y/n, I can’t make your fantasies come true.”

“I’m telling you the truth.” you whispered against his lips, “I was thinking about you.”

He moved his absent hand back up your body, grabbing your chin. Holding you in place he sucked your lip between his in an urgent kiss. You moaned slightly as your mouths molded together. When he pulled away his eyes locked with yours. They were electric. It was as if all the energy he usually used up running around everywhere or chatting your ear off was locked inside of them.

“Tell me everything. I want to know everything that happened in that beautiful head of yours.”

You blushed but you knew you weren’t getting out of it and you didn’t want to, “We were in the shower room at Cordially.”

“With the candles and flowers like I did for you?” you nodded and somehow his face beamed brighter than before, “were we naked?”

“And wet.” You grinned.

He threw his head back with a groan before looking back at you, “It’s perfect already. Keep going.”

“You had the shower head, and you used it on me and the water pressure was astounding.” He laughed against your neck as his hand slipped into your pajama pants.

“Yeah?” He asked, “Did I use it here?”

Your mouth dropped open as his hand slipped into your panties, sliding smoothly against your already slick sex. You shivered at the feeling of someone else’s hands on you.

“Yeah, there.”

“God,” he murmured as his fingers dragged up and down your sex, occasionally rubbing against your clit. “we don’t even need a showerhead, you're so wet.”

You nodded and then gasped as two of his digits found their way inside of you. They were so long and so agile and felt infinitely better than your own. It had only been enough time for a few slow, almost experimental, pumps of his hand but already you felt like you might come.

“Do you always think of me?” He asked.

You answered honestly, “No.”

“Oh.” His hand paused momentarily and continued on.

“But thinking of you is the only way I can come.”

“Ohhhh…” he flushed.

You dropped your hand to his front and moved it under the elastic band of his pajama pants until your fingers wrapped around his already fully erect cock. He tried to keep his focus on you as you rubbed the sticky wet precum from his head down his shaft. It was so thick and hard in your hand you could feel your mouth water. There was a grunt released from deep in his throat with every pump of your fist.

“Slow down.” He gasped “There’s no way… I won’t last.”

“Well…” you lifted your free hand to his neck and pulled him down for a kiss.

“Say something.” He whispered against your lips.

“You don’t have to make me come like this.” you offered, “You could just fuck me, it’s okay.”

He shook his head and worked his hand faster. “No, you get both.”

You leaned back into the pillow with a moan as he dropped his head to your naked chest. His tongue brushed against your nipple, twirled around it. He sucked it into his mouth as his fingers curled inside you.

“Oh, Baek...Baekhyun.” You whimpered. “Your hands…”

“Tell me about my hands.”

“They’re magic.” He hummed with laughter. “I’ve never felt anything so amazing in my life.”

“Are you gonna come for these hands?”

“Yes, yes…” you gasped “Yes, oh. Oh yes, right there. Right. There.”

“You’re close.” He panted hot air over your skin, “I can feel it. Come on baby, get there for me.”

“I am!” You couldn’t stop the scream, “I’m coming! I’m coming! FUCK!”

He kept his fingers buried inside of you as you came down from your orgasm, loving the way it felt as you contracted around him. After a minute had passed Baekhyun removed his hand from between your legs and leaned back beside you with a sigh. You looked over at him breathlessly and he turned to look at you. He lifted his hand to his mouth and sucked his fingers clean of you. You blushed as he hummed with delight. Then he smiled and his smile turned into a laugh of disbelief. You couldn’t help but laugh along with him.

Reaching out you brushed your thumb against his cheek, “Thank you.”

“I bet you can thank me better than that.”

You raised an eyebrow at his cheeky comment, “I can. Would you like that?”

“Maybe later.” He grinned, “Right now I kind of just want to be inside of you...if that’s okay?”

With a slightly nervous gulp you nodded. Then you watched as he got up and dragged his pants and boxers off his hips. You pulled your own pants and underwear down as well. Sitting back down on the blankets he grabbed your hand and pulled you over until you were sitting on his lap again.

“Are you sure you’re ready for me?” You teased.

A simple, happy hum escaped him. “I’m sure.”

Neither of you said anything else as you reached down between your legs. Baekhyun inhaled sharply as your fingers wrapped around him again, adjusting him to where he needed to be. You groaned as you sunk down onto him, taking him in. Grabbing your hips he held you still for a moment, wanting to take in the feel of finally being inside of you. You didn’t mind as you were adjusting to the stretch from the girth of him.

“Oh god, oh my god.” He groaned. “You feel so good, you don’t even have to move.”

“Am I better than your hand?” You smirked as you leaned down for a kiss.

He inhaled sharply as you began to roll your hips nice and slow. “My hand? Never of her. All I know now is you.”

You laughed and then tensed at the jolt of pleasure that shot through you. The two of you moved together so perfectly as he let you take control. You were pretty certain even if he wasn’t the first person you’d had sex with in nearly three years he’d still be the best. Whimpering out your pleasure against his lips you kept on while your foreheads, beading with sweat, pressed together. Hands still gripping onto your hips Baekhyun pulled you closer, burying himself deeper.

“Still think I’m a tease?”

“No,” moving one of his hands from your hips he landed a smack against your ass, “I think you’re the best thing that ever happened to me.”

Jerking forward you released a satisfied groan. Your legs tightened around him and he moved his hips up to meet yours, matching every thrust. His neck bloomed red as he gasped against your chest. As he licked at the sweat that gathered on your skin your eyes rolled back. Your hands slipped up his back, nails digging into his shoulders until he hissed.

“I’m gonna com- fuck Y/n…” he threw his head back in pure ecstasy.

His neck was stretched out so long, little veins popping out prominently along the length as he worked harder to get to his orgasm and yours. Never before did you have the urge to dig your teeth into someone but Byun Baekhyun was a treat that made your mouth water.

With a shake of your head to clear your thoughts you kept going, kept grinding down onto him. The little grunts and groans that escaped your lips were driving him crazy. His shoulders were growing red from tension. The muscles in your thighs were aching. Wrapping your arms around his shoulders you pulled him in as close as you could.

“Oh, Jesus Christ.” You gasped, “I’m there, Baek. I’m right here with you.”

“Good.” He muttered breathlessly as he kept going.

Every muscle in your body tensed as he threw his hips into you as hard as he could. Then you slowly eased with release. Baekhyun had grunted when you tightened around him, milking out his matching orgasm, coating you in warmth.

You stayed on his lap for a few minutes, the mess of the both of you dripping down your thighs and pooling into his lap. You weren’t entirely sure why you didn’t move. Only knowing you wanted to be as close as you could to him for just a little longer. He didn’t seem to mind. He just sucked gently on the skin of your shoulder, catching his breath until you were ready and pulled yourself off.

One you’d gotten off his lap you laid down on the blanket beside him and he released a deeply satisfied sigh, crashing down onto his back. “That surpassed...every single one of my fantasies of you.”

“Did it?” You hummed thoughtfully. “I just can’t believe we could have been doing this the whole time.”

He kissed your temple and chuckled lightly, “Whose fault is it that we weren’t?”

“Don’t be mean.” You pouted. “We were having such a nice moment.”

“You’re right.” He grinned as he leaned in for another kiss. “I’m sorry.”

Your hands moved around his neck, holding him close while your tongue moved across his lip. The two of you kissed for a while and then you felt him start to stiffen against your hip once more.

“Wanna do it again?” You whispered against his mouth.

“Absolutely, I do.”

He continued the kiss as his hands moved down your body. His arm tucked under your leg and he flipped you so you were on your back. You watched as he slipped down your body, leaving a trail of kisses along the way. He didn’t say anything before he buried his face in the mound between your thighs.

A groan vibrated against you. It sounded like he’d just gotten a mouth full of his favorite meal for the first time in years. You tensed all over as his wet tongue swirled and flicked at your tingling clit until he sucked it between his lips. He kissed your lips and sucked you into his mouth until your eyes were rolling back.

“Baek!” You gasped, “You’re so good at that, what the fuck?”

Baekhyun hummed happily and continued on. His magic fingers found their way inside of you once more and you’d become so wet that the sound was nothing but lewd. It was almost too much for you to take. As you inched closer to your third orgasm you reached down and grabbed at his head with both hands. You were pretty sure he laughed while he dropped his messy hand down to stroke his cock, using your abundance of arousal to get himself ready. A violent shiver moved down your body with your orgasm, your back arching completely off the ground.

“Oh Jesus fucking christ!” You screamed, “I...”

As he moved back up your body you continued to shiver, tiny moans filling the air. Your hands stayed fisted in his hair and every part of you was tense. He watched as you caught your breath, kissing your collarbone and your neck.

“Are you okay?” He asked softly.

“It’s just a lot. After so long… overwhelming.” You were gasping out breaths.

“Let’s stop.” He suggested but he didn’t sound at all angry or disappointed.

You shook your head, “No, that’s not fair. I can do it. I can take it.”

“You're sure?”

“Yes, I want it. I want you.” You pulled his lip between yours for a quick kiss, “Please, Baek? I want you so bad.”

Pushing himself up over you he reached down again. His tip brushed gently against your still wet, very sensitive sex and he eased in. You winced slightly at the feel but relaxed once he was fully inside.

“Slow, okay?” Your voice came out quiet, almost innocent.

With a nod he started a deliberate roll of his hips. You lifted your legs so they were wrapped around him and urged him closer and deeper. Both of you were dripping beads of sweat as he took his sweet time. Each of the moans that escaped you perfectly matched the mixture of pain and pleasure that consumed you.

“I swear, I’m almost there.” He promised after a few minutes with a heady groan. “Oh god. You just feel good. I can’t…I can’t explain it.”

Reaching your hands up you held his flushed cheeks in your palms, “Baekhyun, I really love you.”

“I love you too.”

As he held himself up above you, you watched him lift his face to the sky. His neck stretching out before you once more like an offering. This time you couldn’t hold back. Lifting yourself up you latched your teeth to his skin. It wasn't a gentle tickle but you didn’t draw blood either. His mouth dropped open with a surprised gasp and he inhaled with a hiss as he came, his hips stilled.

“Sh-shit…” the warmth of him inside of you paired with the pressure of him pressed so deep took you over the edge one more, almost painful, time.

Your teeth dug into your lip to stifle a soft sob. You wrapped your arms around his body and pulled him down onto you. Arms tightening around him as much as they could.

“You okay?” He asked, leaving kisses against your sweaty temple.

“Mmm. Just don’t move.” you pleaded, “I just need a second, it’s a little too much.”

Baekhyun nodded, not moving besides to leave soft kisses on your chest and neck. He waited until you gave him the okay and then he removed himself slowly and collapsed beside you a second time. You rolled into his side, throwing your leg over his thigh and resting your head against his shoulder.

The two of you laid there for sometime, quiet, his fingers trailing over your bare skin. As if getting a sudden burst of energy Baekhyun sat up, greatly disturbing your comfort, and reached over to his pile of things near the candle campfire. When he laid back down next to you he had his instant camera in hand.

“No.”

“Why not?” He pouted immediately, still messing with the settings regardless.

“There’s no way I look cute right now.” You argued.

“You’ve never been more wrong in your entire life.” He said and eased back down beside you. “Come on. Just one. For me.”

“One.” You said sternly.

His smile stretched even wider, which you didn’t think was possible, and he leaned towards you. You moved a little closer to him while he stretched his arm out to take a selfie. Thinking quick, just before he pushed the button, you snuck a kiss against his cheek. With a laugh he grabbed the instant film as it was released and held it out so both of you could watch as the picture came through.

You laughed when you saw his face, eyebrows raised in shock with the happy surprise. “Okay, it’s cute, but only because of you.”

He pulled the picture close to his face and blushed happily, “You’re so in love with me.”

“Let me see.” you grabbed his hand and bought the photo closer. You could see it, it was clear. Even though it was just a tiny, low quality picture you could see it. It was there in the way you looked at him like he was everything. You didn’t tell him you agreed, you just turned and kissed his shoulder. “I want another s’more.”

“Shame we’re out of chocolate.” He said, tucking the picture away to the side.

“We’re not.” you tugged the sheet you’d been laying on out from under him and wrapped it around yourself before crawling over to your backpack.

Baekhyun rolled over into his stomach and watched you. His eyes grew wide with realization. “You don’t…”

You looked over your shoulder at him and grinned before lifting your bar of birthday chocolate into view. “I do.”

“I can’t believe you were holding out on me.”

“If you really love me, you’ll forgive me and make me another.” You said as you crawled back over to him and dropped the chocolate on the pillow.

“I’ll make you a s’more if you let me take a booby pic.” He smirked.

“Baekhyun!” you laughed as you shoved his chest. “No way, you little perv.”

“I won’t show anyone! I swear.” He placed his hands together in a prayer. “Please!”

With a roll of your eyes you dropped the sheet to your hips. For a moment he just sat and stared at you, as if he’d completely forgotten why you’d done it in the first place. Then he quickly scurried to grab the camera and shoot his shot.

Tugging the sheet back up around you, you laid back down. “S’mores!”

These ones were way better than the first. Though you weren’t entirely sure it was just because of the chocolate you used. It could have been the chocolate. You just suspected that it was more so kissing the chocolate off of Baekhyun's lips. Or him sucking your fingers clean of melted marshmallow. Or the way it made you feel every time he whispered that he loved you just before pressing his sugary lips against your skin, which happened quite a bit.

You hadn’t used the word perfect to describe a single day since the invasion. At least not unless it was sarcastically. But this day? This day had been perfect. You tried not to think about how many days you could have had like this one. How many days with him you’d missed out on because you were too scared to get hurt. You didn’t want to think about how few of these days you were actually going to get. You’d told him you’d stop worrying, so you weren’t going to let yourself ruin this perfect day.

“I hope you know,” you said with your chin resting on his chest once all the chocolate really was gone, the marshmallows had been devoured, and the two of you were dressed once more. You looked up at him. “Now that I love you or whatever, you really can’t let anything happen to you. If you do. I swear, if you died, I’d be forced to kill you.”

His eyes blew wide and his smile even wider as he wrapped your head in a bear hug against his chest, “Aw! You love me!”

“I already said I did. Several times.” you grumbled. “Can’t breathe.”

He released you from his suffocating embrace and looked down his nose at you thoughtfully. His soft fingers dragged across your forehead, brushing away loose hairs and tucking them behind your ear. He ran his thumb over your lips and his eyes moved over every inch of your face like he was committing you to memory. You had a sneaking suspicion it was something he’d wanted to do for sometime.

You felt incredibly vulnerable, in a way that you never had before. However nothing about it was as unpleasant as you’d always assumed that sort of vulnerability would feel. Instead it was calming. Something about opening yourself to him felt so safe, it felt like it was something you’d been desperately missing. Finally, he slipped his fingers through your hair and dipped his face to yours for a soft kiss.

“I thought you were going to fight me for the rest of our, probably short, lives.”

“I still might.” you joked.

“Okay,” he nodded in quick acceptance. “You can keep pretending to hate me. Just so long as you kiss me like you love me.”

In response you pulled his lip between yours and squeezed him tighter. The kiss lasted a long while. Soft and slow. You were so warm and comfortable, you wondered if it was possible to fall asleep in the middle of a makeout session. As if reading your thoughts Baekhyun pulled slowly away from your lips. He kissed your nose, your forehead and then the top of your head. Then, with your head on his shoulder he grew quiet beneath you and you assumed he’d fallen asleep. Even if he had, there was something you needed to confess.

“I’m sorry.” you whispered.

He hummed against the top of your head, “For?”

“Taking so long to come around.”

He smirked, though you couldn’t see it you could hear it in his voice. “Yeah, I bet you’re feeling preeetty stupid right about now. Knowing you’ve been missing out on all this.”

“Ugh, so annoying.” you puffed out a quiet laugh. “I hate you so much.”

“I know.” he tightened his embrace around you, “I love you too.”

His hand moved gently over your back but you couldn’t quite fall asleep.

“Baek,” you whispered and he hummed again in an acknowledgement that he’d heard you. “Thank you for not giving up on me.”

“I hope you know I never will.”

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Sugar | 01

summary: getting into a performing arts college isn’t cheap. In desperate need of money, you sign yourself up on a dating site called Sugar. There, you match with a wealthy and handsome man named Mr Byun.

genre: softdom!baek, sugardaddy!au, collegeprofessor!au.

ONE - Mr Byun

“Hi dear, I’d love to have you as my sugar baby. Reply if interested.”

“What are the terms?”

“Can we meet up tonight? We can discuss the terms over dinner. Daddy will compensate you for your time too ;)”

You scrunched your nose in disgust. This man was still a stranger to you and he was already calling himself your daddy? Such a turn off.

Leaning back on the bed, you released a huff of breath. For the past few days you’d been talking to the men you encountered through a dating app called Sugar. It’s a place where you find wealthy men who offered financial support in exchange for companionship and sometimes, relationship, be it sexual or romantic. You badly needed the money to pay for your bills. Getting into a performing arts college wasn’t cheap, and you knew you were in no place to be selective, but none of this man attracted you like Mr Byun did.

You knew Mr Byun through the same dating site. He had yet to disclose his full name, but you saw from his profile that he was ten years your senior. On your first meeting, he had to cut the date short to attend to an urgent matter. That was the last time you saw him. Even though he said he’d keep in touch, you hadn’t received a text or call from him at all. To say you were disappointed was an understatement, because you were so wildly infatuated with him, he was all you could think about. Apart from that, it was rare to find a sugar daddy who’s both rich and good-looking like Mr Byun. Most of the men you talked to were too old for your liking, and you would never want to sleep with them. But Mr Byun, God...you may only be eighteen and have just a little experience with men, but with all the naughty things you fantasized him doing to you, you might as well be a slut.

Your thoughts were interrupted when your phone vibrated in your grasp. You lifted it up to your eye level.

Hi, I’m back in town. Are you free to meet up?

You bolted upright in bed, staring down at the text you couldn’t believe you received. A smile formed, and your heart rate sped up in excitement. Hastily, you unlocked your phone and tapped on the message bar that led you to the chat room. You stared at the text for a moment before started typing ‘Hi Mr Byun, yes I’m free! Where should we meet?’ so rapidly that you had to pause to remind yourself to not sound too desperate.Shaking your head, you deleted the text you had written and replaced them with, Hi Mr Byun, yes, I have the day off.

Your stomach did a little flip when you sent the message, and the flip intensified when you saw that Mr Byun was typing his reply. His text arrived half a minute later.

Mr Byun : Are you home?

You: Yes :)

Mr Byun : Forward me your address, I’ll meet you there.

After sending him your address, you got off the bed to change into something more presentable. You didn’t own a wardrobe, so your clothes were kept inside a suitcase under your bed. You knelt down to pull it out, then you started choosing. There weren’t many options to choose from anyway. At last, you settled with a strapless, white summer dress you got from Zaraon a 75% sale. It was casual enough to be worn at home.

Once you were dressed, you shove the suitcase back to where it belonged and took a glance around your studio apartment. Everything was in place but the room was cramped. You sighed, feeling somewhat embarrassed of your abode. You weren’t even sure if this was considered an apartment. There was only enough space for one bed, a study desk that you used to do your homework and eat, and a small bathroom. ‘He’ll understand’ you thought. Afterall, you wouldn’t be looking for a sugar daddy if you could afford a nice place to stay.

The wait for Mr Byun to arrive felt like forever. You sat on the edge of your bed, your fingertips fiddling with each other on your thighs. You were both impatient and nervous. Mr Byun wasn’t a scary person, but something about his presence made you want to bow down to him like you’re his servant. You wondered what he did for a living, a CEO maybe? From the way he carried himself, he seemed like a person of high authority and influence.

The ringing of the bells startled you. You stood before the mirror and did a quick check on your appearance before answering the door. Taking a deep breath, you unlocked and opened it. The man who stood at the door glanced up from his phone, eyes locking with yours. In that instant you heart rate quickened. He wore a black semi fitted t-shirt that accentuated the broadness of his chest, and a pair of dark jeans that hugged his legs perfectly. You noticed he had gotten a haircut too. The last time you saw him, his fringe was down and he looked much younger than his age. Today, there was a slight parting on the front portion of his hair that made him look more mature, more handsome than he already was.

“Hi, Mr Byun.” you say with a small smile.

“You look pretty.” He praised, his lips tipping up slightly when he detected the blush spreading across your cheek. “Can I come in?” He asked, shoving his phone to the pocket of his jeans.

You nodded, stepping aside to leave some space for him to enter. As he walked through the threshold, you got a whiff of his earthy smelling cologne. You didn’t understand how someone’s scent could turn you, it just did.

The door closed and you stood behind Mr Byun as he assessed your room. He turned around and you were grateful he didn’t make any comment. Instead, he handed you a brown carrier that you didn’t know he was holding because you were too busy ogling.

“What’s this?” You asked, taking the gift from him.

“Chocolate.”

You examined the carrier. There’s a Pierre Marcolini Brussels written in cursive. You had never heard of the brand before, but it sure sounded expensive. “Thank you.” you look at him with a smile. “Did you visit Belgium?”

“No, I just got back from Paris,” Mr Byun said. He casually shoved his hands into his jeans pocket as he glanced around your room and say, “They have a few branches there. It’s my personal favorite.” His eyes drifted to you again. “Try it.”

“Okay.” you took a seat on the side of your bed and Mr Byun lowered himself beside you. He was sitting in such a close proximity that you could feel the heat his body radiated. “I haven’t had chocolate in a while,” you attempted a small talk while fishing the box out the bag. You’ve never seen chocolates packed in such a luxurious box like this. Inside laid an array of bite-sized chocolates in different shapes. You glanced at Mr Byun. “Which one should I try first?”

Mr Byun stared down at the box and considered. He finally picked a heart-shaped one. “I think you’ll like this one.” you were a little clueless when he held the sweets up to your lips. “Open up,” he orders gently. You stared at the chocolate he held in between his fingers and gulped. Tentatively, you parted your lips and took the sweets into your mouth.

“Like it?” Mr Byun asked. You gave him a slightly enthusiastic nod as you chewed. He continued to watch your lips moved. “How old are you, sweetie?”

You were taken aback by his question and your mind started to whirl in panic. If he found out how old you were, would he still agree to be your sugar daddy? It wasn’t easy to find someone like Mr Byun on Sugar. Most of them were too old and the first thing they asked for was sex. Mr Byun was different. He was a rare find and you wanted him as much as you needed his financial support.

“I-I’m twenty.” your heavy heart was beating so fast because of the lie you’d just told. Not wanting Mr Byun to notice, you dropped your gaze to the chocolate box on your lap. You occupied yourself by closing the lid and turning away to set the box on the empty space next to you. You took a deep breath before looking at Mr Byun again.

Luckily, he didn’t seem to catch your bluff. “Have you had a sugar daddy before?”

You shook your head. Despite the unease gurgling inside of you, you managed to keep your voice steady. “What about you, Mr Byun? Have you had a sugar baby before?”

“Not a sugar baby, but I had a few subs before.”

“I see.” you hum, tilting your head slightly. “Do you want me to be your sub?”

“Preferably,” he says. “But only if you’re comfortable with the things involved in the relationship.”

For a short moment, you considered. You’d chanced upon an article about the Dominant/submissive relationship before. You were intrigued, but you’d never experienced it first hand. “I don’t think I understand entirely what it means to be a sub. Will you enlighten me, Mr Byun?”

“There’s no one way to explain it. It can mean different things to different people. But what it means to me is that I want you to belong to me. Every inch of your body–“ his speech slowed down to a halt as he slid his gaze over your body. Your breathing slowed when he looked into your eyes again. “Mine to discipline, mine to pleasure, mine to care for. You will submit to me and trust me to dominate you the way I need to. But, everything I do will be consensual. And you have the power to control when it stops.”

At his last sentence, you gave him a questioning stare. “Aren’t you the one who has power over me? since you’re my dom?”

“That’s not entirely true.” he disagreed. “As a dom, yes, I have a need to be in control and to test your limits. But only if you give me your absolute trust to do so. Meaning, I only have as much control as you let me have. You are the one who set the limits and decide when it stops. That’s why having a safe word is important. Because the moment you say it, I’ll stop. I won’t force you beyond what you can handle.”

You parted your lips in an ah and gave a small nod in understanding.

“Are you up for it?” Mr Byun asked.

“I...uh–“ you hesitated. He stared at you with raised brow. “Will I be your only sub?” You asked, biting your lip shyly. “Or do I have to share with other girls?”

His gaze descended to your lips. A smile formed and he whispered a small cute before looking into your eyes again. “We’re exclusive, sweetie.” He said in a gentle tone. You smiled, liking the way he spoke to you. “Anymore question?” He asked.

You nodded. “How do you like me to address you?" you asked. "Sir? master? daddy? or just Mr Byun?”

The side of his lips tugged upward. “I’m not strict on that. Anything would be fine by me. Which one do you feel comfortable using?”

“I–I think I prefer addressing you Mr Byun,” You muttered in a small voice. “Is that okay?”

“That’s alright,” He approves. “What about you?” His hand was now making its way to your face, and it is making you breathless when he trailed the back of his hand along the curve of your jawline. “What would you like me to call you?”

The sudden skin contact made you nervous, but the gentleness of his touch was calming at the same time.

“I’ll let you choose,” You said.

There was a short silence where he stared at you, possibly considering the right choice. “Sweetheart, or princess,” He eventually voiced the word in a low whisper, his lips forming a smile. “They both suit you well–“ his eyes roamed your face, half-studying, half-admiring. “–you’re very beautiful.”

Heat bloomed across your cheek and you had to cast your eyes down because of your sudden shyness. Laughable, honestly. You’d heard the same compliment so often to the extent that it meant nothing, but why did it feel heart-fluttering when Mr Byun said it?

“Thank you,” you mumbled, brushing back a strand of hair that fell over your cheek. “You’re very handsome too.”

“Look at me when you speak, princess.” He said, and though his tone was nowhere near annoyed, it was enough to make you snapped your head up in alert. Mr Byun pinned you under his steady gaze. He slid his forefinger underneath your chin, tipping your head up just a little. “Another thing,” he taps your chin with his thumb. “Do not mumble.”

“I’m sorry,” you said, puckering your lips apologetically.

“It’s okay.” He stroked your chin gently. “But the next time it happens, I might have to punish you.”

You raised a curious brow at him. “With spanking?”

“Yes, that’s one way.” He retracted his hand from your face and casually crossed his arms over his chest. “But if you’re too naughty, the punishment will be more severe. And it can be either physical or non-physical.”

“What kind of non-physical punishment?”

“Silent treatment, no cuddling, and sometimes, I won’t allow you to talk for a set amount of time.”

“Oh that’s bad.” Your expression wrinkled. “What’s the worst kind of punishment?”

He paused to ponder. “Multiple orgasms.”

“Orgasms huh?” the corner of your lip lifted. “That doesn’t sound so bad.”

Mr Byun gave a huff through a smirk. “Wait til’ you experience it, princess.”

Your smile grew cheeky. “I can’t wait.”

He let go another huff through his nose, shaking his head mildly. Tearing his gaze off you, he took a glance around your room. “Do you like staying here?”

“It is small, but I’m used to it,” you tell him. “Beside, I can’t afford a bigger room at the moment.”

He turned to you. “I own a spare apartment near my workplace. It would be easier for us to meet if you stay there.”

You didn’t say yes to the offer but hesitated. “How long is this arrangement going to last, Mr Byun?”

Mr Byun gave an insouciant shrug. “As long as we want it to be.”

“So…no strings attached? You’re just paying me to sleep with you?”

His brows dipped in a frown. “Princess,” he said in a slow, chasitising tone. “I’m not going to fuck you everytime we meet. This isn’t just about sex. Sometimes we can just talk and enjoy each others company.”

“And cuddle?” You asked, gazing up at him with hope in your eyes. “I love cuddles.” you added softly.

His lips curved up. “Yes, princess...cuddle, movies, whatever we feel like doing.”

Even though you were pleased with his answer, you were also confused. The things he described sounded like what a couple normally did. “Mr Byun?” You have to think twice before asking the next question because you didn’t want to creep him out. “What if one of us catches feelings?”

Mr Byun gave you a long stare and you started to worry if you’d asked the wrong question. You were going to tell him to ignore your question but he had opened his mouth. “Then the deal is off,” He said firmly, leaving no room for questions. “It’ll only complicate our arrangement and I’m not looking for a serious relationship.”

Part of you was disappointed, but the other part of you were glad you asked because now you knew you had to keep your feelings on guard. Afterall, teenagers like you had a way of falling fast and carelessly in love.

“You can keep this apartment,” Mr Byun’s suggestion stopped your ongoing thoughts. You refocused your eyes on him. He was standing up now. “I’ll pay the bills. But you don’t have to stay here for the time being.” He pushed his sleeve back and gave his Rolex a glance. “I have to go now.”

You lift yourself up to your feet, looking at Mr Byun with a sadness in your eyes you couldn’t mask. Do you have to wait long to see him again? Will he come back? What if he changed his mind and ghosted you at the end?

Mr Byun studied your face with a knit between his brows. He seemed to have noticed your disappointment. Stepping forward, he slid an arm around your waist and pulled you to him, chest to chest. His eyes bored into yours and his lips hovered just inches away from yours. “I’ll see you tomorrow,” He whispered, eyeing your lips intently now. “Give me a kiss, princess.”

Your heart palpitated at his sudden request. Your gaze flickered between his eyes and his soft lips. Swallowing your nervousness, you tipped your chin up to press your lips to his lips in a short kiss. You broke the contact and move your face inches away from his. You’re blushing deeply.

Mr Byun smirked at your shyness, his dark eyes latching onto yours. “So fucking beautiful.” He rasped and in your next breath, he was already pounding his lips onto yours. There was nothing soft about his kiss, he was aggressive, relentless. Your felt your legs quivered and you made a fist on his shirt to hold on. When he let go, his warm breath puffed over your lips, sending shivers all over your body. He gazed down at you, lifting a hand to sweep his thumb the seam of your lips. “Good night, princess.”

You inhaled shakily and managed a smile. “Good night.” you said breathily.

Soon Mr Byun’s hands were no longer holding onto you, and you inwardly whined at the loss of warmth. He made it to the door and you stayed behind him, watching his back. “Mr Byun?” you called out as he was about to hold the door handle. His hand halted mid air and he brought his head around, raising his eyebrows at you. “May I know your full name?”

“I'm Byun Baekhyun.”

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byunsboyz · 4 years

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Jamais Vu - Part One

Exo Fanfiction

Baekhyun x Female Reader

Warnings: some light swears.

Genre: Fluff/Angst?

W/C: 2560

Part Two Part Three

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Everybody has that ‘what if’. The one who got away....not quite regret, but thoughts that would drift by late at night when insomnia has set in and you’re deep into your latest existential crisis.

What if things had been different? What if you had said what had been on the tip of your tongue that day?

Byun Baekhyun was your what if.

He had been your best friend in college and the only person you had truly loved.

You had no reason to run into Byun Baekhyun. You didn’t share classes. You an Accounting major and him Architecture.

You didn’t run in the same social circles, he was part of a frat house and you opted to remain in dorms with your small group of friends.

But what had brought you together was music, meeting in your second year while working at the campus radio station.

You had applied for the role of Production Director on a whim, looking for a hobby outside of classes and studying and also benefited from the extra credit of managing the finances of the small college club.

The first time you met you were positive you’d never understand him. After all, you were complete opposites. He was loud and outgoing; always the centre of jokes and a far cry the quiet loner you were perceived to be.

But from the first show you ran with him, he has surprised you. Baekhyun was the On-Air Presenter for the Sunday night Jazz & Blues segment and as soon as the light would turn red he’d take on a completely different persona.

His voice would become soft and melodic as he’d whisper sweet nothings into the microphone about the classics of Miles Davies and Frank Sinatra.

You’d often be on the same late-night shift together; downing coffee after coffee, discussing your favourite artists and organising records until the early hours.

He wasn’t exhausting like the rest of your extroverted friends, his presence giving you a warm sense of comfort.

Without noticing you became joined at the hip for the rest of your college days.

Not to the point that you were a regular at his crazy frat parties but you’d hang out at the radio station, would marathon movie after movie at each other’s dorms on the weekends and crammed for all your major test’s together.

You hadn’t even realised you were in love with him until you’d just graduated, you even had the crazy idea to confess.

Then the news broke that he was moving to a different country.

He had been in two minds on whether to go. You’d always talked about living and working in the same city and he’d been concerned about you being alone and him going back on his promise.

Honestly. Who achieves their dream job at a globally famous architecture firm and worries about their dumb friend during the happiest moment of their life?!

You remembered that day vividly.

‘“Of course you should go! It’s your dream, Baek” you forced the enthusiasm into your voice.

Inside, you could feel your heart tearing at the seams. You weren’t selfish enough to show him just how much you would miss him, as much as you had wanted to.

He was always too considerate of your feelings.

This wasn’t some Rom-Com TV show, where Baekhyun would suddenly declare he couldn’t live without you. He wasn’t like Rachel choosing not to get on the plan for Ross.

You’d cried so hard the night he’d left. Almost texting the words you’d be aching to tell him for the last three years.

‘I am in love with you’.

But the alcohol had knocked you out before you could hit send.

He’d promised to keep in touch but over the years you drifted. As life and work became more and more hectic it devolved from video chatting on the weekends, to texting occasionally.

Fading into receiving a generic happy birthday post on social media and then nothing at all.

You’d pushed him to the back of your mind as you told yourself over and over that this is what happens as you get older.

And with that ten years had passed.

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You wake with a start. Back aching from where you’d fallen asleep in an awkward position while watching a random ASMR video the night prior.

*Clatter*

Your sleep-filled eyes search the room, trying to locate the source of the noise.

*Thud Thud Thud*

It appears to be coming through the wall behind your headboard.

Could someone be moving into the apartment next door? It’s been entirely empty the whole time you’ve been living here, about seven months now.

You've enjoyed the quiet solace of not having to share the walls with another person. Especially being one of the only two apartments on the upper floor, it was one of the reasons you love your apartment.

It’s also located near the subway and tucked far back enough on the outskirts of the city that it’s almost peaceful. There’s also a small cafe bar and a couple of small stores that remind you of the town where you grew up.

*Bang*

You groan again at the loud noises as you stretch your arms over your head and wonder about the people moving in next door.

Maybe a couple? Or a young family. It could even be a cute guy. You snort at the thought. Yeah right. What kind of a psycho moves into an apartment in the early morning anyway?!

You reach under your pillow for your phone to check the time. 8:30 am! SHIT. You overslept and if you don’t leave your apartment in the next ten minutes you’ll miss your train to work!

With no time for a shower, you rush to your bathroom to wash your face and brush your teeth.

As you drag a brush through your hair and pull it up into a simple, neat ponytail you start forming a contingency plan…

‘Skip the usual to-go coffee at Dunkin’ and settle for the instant stuff at work’ you think to yourself, ‘As soon as I get to work, throw on some BB cream and mascara with the time I’ll gain abandoning my daily vanilla latte with coconut milk…’.

You sniff sadly at the thought as you step into one of your tailored dresses, fumbling with the awkward zipper in the back.

Within 10 minutes you’re flying out the door and straight into the elevator. Using the short amount of time to button up your sweater and glance through your bag to check that you’ve got everything you’ll need for the day.

You’re in your own thoughts as you stride towards the lobby doors, and almost walk straight into your building manager.

“Oh! Good morning, Mr Sato!” you gasp in surprise.

“Good morning!” he smiles obliviously, not realising that you almost knocked him flying. You move to step around him as he continues. “There’s a package of yours with Ralph” (the doorman) “and I also wanted to let you know about a new tenant moving into the place next to yours...”

“Uh-huh, of course, that’s great!” You cut him off, waving your hands apologetically “I am so sorry. Please excuse me, I’m late for work!” you call out behind you as you make a mad dash out of the building to the subway station.

You make your train by the skin of your teeth, panting from the final sprint from the ticket gate to the platform. Feeling glad you skipped the makeup as you would have surely sweat a good portion of it off by now.

You currently work for a large accountancy firm Kim & Partners. You could have worked within a finance department of any company as most qualified accountants tend to do but you love the challenges and variety of working with different industries and clients every day.

You manage a small team of four and specialise in bookkeeping for small to medium enterprise, one of the smaller departments in the company but you have a pretty large client base and enjoy the satisfaction of helping others and providing a clear and efficient service.

“We are transferring you to manage corporate accounts,” your boss Mr Kim announces in the morning management meeting. You feel like someones just pulled a step from beneath your footing.

You were aware that your manager Mr Choi had wanted to transfer you out to provide more specialised management accountancy for larger corporate clients but so far you’d been convincing enough from the commission and reputation you’ve built for Kim & Partners to be able to continue as you were.

“Uh, thank you for the opportunity, Mr Kim, I-” you begin shakily, looking for the words or a reason to decline the transfer.

“Fantastic! You’ll handover to Jaehyun for the rest of today and you’ll start in corporate accounting tomorrow!” your boss claps his hands together enthusiastically and with that you chicken out of any further protest and nod your head.

Jaehyun is your second in command and honestly, he really deserves this promotion. You couldn’t think of someone more diligent and detail-oriented.

The rest of your day is uneventful. The handover goes incredibly smoothly despite a very surprised Jaehyun but the more things are explained, the more you realise that this progression will be good for everyone.

You’ll still oversee Jaehyun and his team but allow him more room to make decisions and develop while you work on the larger corporate accounts that keep your company in business.

There was even a hint at the opportunity to become a junior partner, which by your calculations would make you one of the youngest in the company.

You leave work feeling excited, passing up on celebratory drinks with your (old) team so that they can have more fun without their boss present.

“COME ONNNN” Hani, your junior accounts clerk had whined when you announced that you wouldn't be joining “You’re not a regular boss, you’re a COOL boss!”.

You appreciate the sentiment but everyone likes to complain about work and management when they drink and you wouldn't like to take that away from them.

You sit on the train heading back to your apartment feeling optimistic, texting your best friend Aria about the day and making plans for your own celebratory drinks.

You’re walking through the lobby of your apartment building, heading towards Ralph’s desk to collect the package Mr Sato mentioned this morning. Probably the new nutribullet you’d ordered while drunk Amazon shopping a couple of weeks back.

Normally you’d cancel the delivery but drunk you was really onto something this time. You giggle at a dumb vine quote Aria sends you and as you finish typing up your response-

THWACK! You hit a wall, falling ungracefully backwards onto your butt.

You grunt as the air gets knocked out of you when you make contact with rough carpet of the lobby.

“Seriously!” another voice snaps you back to reality as you realise you didn’t walk into a wall but another person.

A now very annoyed person, carrying what you assume was their groceries as you glance over at the produce and cans rolling around on the floor between you.

“I- oh my gosh, I am so sorry!” you stammer as you scramble to your knees and start frantically picking up some of the items in front of you. A can of beans, a bag of pasta and a lone orange trying to make its escape.

“I wasn’t even looking, I promise I’ll pay for anything dama-”, You begin as you look up, expecting to see Mr Sato or one of the other tenants of the building.

The rest of your sentence dies in the back of your throat.

“Baekhyun?...”

His name leaves your lips as a whisper, heart thumping against your chest as you almost drop the items in your hands.

He’s not looking in your direction, you hear him grumble something under his breath that you can’t quite make out as he scoops the remainder of his groceries into a battered paper bag.

Is it really him? Did you hit your head and you’re actually unconscious and hallucinating about a guy you used to know and haven’t seen in ten years?

It sure looks like him. A few extra lines crease his forehead, his hair is a darker shade of chocolate than you remember with a few flecks of silver glinting at the centre of his parting.

You glance to his left hand searching for the mole that sits beneath his thumbnail but it’s not there. Maybe it was on his right hand?

He finally looks up as if finally registering that you’re kneeling on the floor next to him, his lips part slightly in surprise as he looks you over. A tiny mole sits just above the corner of his upper lip. It really is him!

Before your mind has time to catch up you’re throwing your arms around him, allowing your excitement to overtake all of your other senses. You feel him instantly tense up.

“H-hey!” he shouts, pushing you off him abruptly. “What the hell are you doing!”

You shoot to your feet, shaken by the sharpness of his tone you take a step back to create some space. Your throat feels dry all of a sudden. His eyes look you over but there’s no familiarity in them, they’re so cold you almost shiver.

He takes a step towards you, “How do you know my name?” his tone sharp and accusing, “Are you some kind of stalker?”.

Your cheeks start to burn as the realisation set’s in that Baekhyun has no idea who you are. You struggle to swallow the lump forming in your throat as you search for a response. Words seem to fail you right now.

“Y/N, is everything alright?” you hear the worried voice of Mr Sato, by the time you remember to blink he’s already standing between the two of you. You look up at him, dumbstruck as you fight back the sharp prickles in the corner of your eyes.

He looks back and forth between you and Baekhyun, trying to piece together what has taken place. You realise you’re still holding Baekhyun’s groceries, practically hugging the bag of pasta to your chest and your cheeks burn even hotter.

You hear your name spoken again but it’s not Mr Sato’s voice this time, and you don’t have the nerve to look at Baekhyun again.

So you do the only thing you can think of and thrust the items you're holding at Mr Sato. Run as fast as you can to the stairwell, and find the nearest hole to jump into, aka your apartment.

Your knees ache as you force yourself up each flight. You can’t even remember the last time you used the stairwell and when you finally reach the threshold of your apartment you collapse against the door.

What on earth were you thinking?

What gave you the right to assume anyone would recognise you after ten years?

What was he even doing here? As that final thought crosses your mind someone knocks at your door.

You jump at the abrupt noise, chest still tight from the anxiety (or the running). But there’s no way you’re answering the door.

Your legs still feel like jelly and you really fear that Mr Sato has come to scold you or worse Baekhyun has followed you.

But he wouldn’t know which apartment you lived in. Would he?

You pull yourself to your feet and glance through the peephole.

You watch as Baekhyun turns away from your front door and disappears towards the next apartment.

No way.

*Slam*

Shit.

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calliopewritings · 4 years

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you come here often?

baekhyun x fem!reader

word count: 2.48k

a strange guy approaches you at work, and you think he’s the most ridiculous guy you’ve ever met, but maybe, as time goes on, you realise that you don’t mind at all

warnings/tags: fluff, baekhyun being embarrassing

prompts:

“you met me yesterday,”

“yes and I would die for you. next question”.

things were pretty slow in the coffee shop, not too many customers visited at 11.30 am. You were wiping tables when a rowdy group of boys walked in, but you made your way to the counter, “what can I get you?”

Just as one of them was about to speak, a tall, dark-haired one, another spoke up instead, pushing his way to the front, trying to coolly lean on the counter. he wasn’t nearly as tall as his friend, but overall pretty cute-looking, though you had to take back everything nice you’d thought about him when he spoke, “you come here often?”

with a scrunch of your nose, you replied, “well, I work here, so I’d have to say yes.” at that, he retreated to his previous position behind one of his other friends, muttering a “right, that was stupid.” he wasn’t wrong. it was definitely kind of stupid, but despite that, you found yourself smiling at the interaction.

you took their orders and were about to start making them when the shorter guy from before almost knocked over a tray of cookies. he managed to save the cookies in time and gave you an awkward thumbs up. “behave, please” you told him with a smile, and he hastily nodded and went to take a seat.

The next day the guy was back, with his tall, dark-haired friend. The former approached you with a smile, trying yet again (and failing yet again) to lean coolly on the counter, “My Lady, looking positively scrumptious today,” and you visibly cringed, though an amused smile crept up your face. You looked to his taller friend, “Is he okay?” and the man gave a discouraged shake of his head, “Unfortunately not, I’m afraid”.

“Hey, I’m right here man!” but the taller merely shrugged at him. “Byun Baekhyun, and you are?” But the taller answered before you could, “Probably tired of you, Baek. Sorry about him,” he gave a sheepish smile, before placing both their orders and paying. You felt the eyes of the shorter one on you, as you made their orders, but paid it no mind, not until you handed him his coffee and his eyes met yours. Despite being caught staring he looked unfazed, a boyish grin spreading across his features, a wink sent your way, and you found yourself wondering if anything went through his head at all.

No more than 10 minutes had passed until he was at the counter again. “Hey girl,” he started, and you wondered if he was even capable of starting a sentence that didn’t spark immediate distaste. “Never got your name, you know,” he tried.

“Don’t you have to be stupid somewhere else?” and he all but beamed, seemingly unfazed by your words, merely happy to have gotten a response. “Not until four,” and you let an involuntary sigh slip, eyebrows furrowing in disbelief and frustration at the stranger whose name was apparently Baekhyun.

Just then, several customers entered the cafe, but Baekhyun remained at his spot at the counter. “Please move there are people in line,” you tried, but unsurprisingly in vain, “Not until you agree to a date,”

“I have a boyfriend,” a futile attempt with him, you should’ve known really. “Nice try, I don’t believe that,” you raised a quizzical brow at him, and his smirk immediately fell, “N-Not because I don’t think you could get one or- or anything! I just-” but his sentence stopped abruptly as he tipped over the cookie tray he’d only narrowly saved the day before.

“Ah- Shit. Sorry, sorry, I’ll-” and he bent down to pick up the now inedible treats. You moved to his side of the counter and quickly helped get the rest. “What did I tell you yesterday?” you asked as he handed you the tray. “Uh... You told me to behave,” he recalled, sheepishly rubbing at his neck. “And what did you do?”

“The exact opposite,” he gave an apologetic smile, and you would never admit it, but for a fleeting moment, the thought crossed your mind, He’s too cute. “Fine,” you buckled “I’ll go on the date, just please, go back to your friend now,” and he vigorously shook your hand “Deal! I’ll be here tomorrow at five! Wait when are you done with work?”

“Five is fine, just go for Christ’s sake,” you assured him, hand patting him in the direction of his table. You made your way behind the counter, with the tray of bad cookies, and out of the corner of your eye, you saw him, not-so-subtly fist-bumping the air, and you shook your head, what did I just sign up for?

He shows up at exactly five the next day. You’ve already finished up, dressed in your own clothes, jacket on. He quickly spots you and approaches, smiling brightly, if not a little cheeky. “Ready to go My Lady?” You give a tight-lipped nod and he offers a glove covered hand. You hesitantly accept, arguing that it’s cold outside, you would need the warmth as you had no gloves yourself.

You step outside, and immediately feel the cold on the hand he isn’t holding “Where are we going?” He gently pulls you down the street by your hand, “Are the movies okay with you? I would’ve gone for a picnic kind of thing, but it’s too cold, don’t you think? We can do that in the spring hm?” and at the indication that you will still be going on dates in three months, you let out a small laugh. “Ambitious goal, Baekhyun”.

He lets out a boyish giggle but suddenly comes to a halt, serious eyes boring into your own. At his expression you get worried, “Are you alri-”

“I don’t know your name,” he deadpans. Huh? Oh… you let out a small giggle, “Y/n,” and he beams again. “Ah, I see... A pretty name for a pretty girl,” and you give his arm a small slap, eyebrows furrowing in agony at this point “Stop being a walking cliché, please, I beg of you,”

“Why? Am I not the smoothest man you’ve ever met?” he asks, wiggling his brows, and you laugh, momentarily forgetting about the biting cold on your hand. “Keep it going and I might just actually throw up on you,”

“I’ll be looking forward to it,” and you let out a noise of disbelief, “You’re unbelievable, really”

“Thanks, pretty girl,” he smiles, cheeky, shoulder bumping yours as you reach the theatre entrance, and you shake your head, but the small smile on your face definitely doesn’t go unnoticed by him, and he feels a bit of pride blooming, knowing he made you smile, maybe he’s not screwing it up massively, he thinks.

You walk out the theatre Baekhyun’s hand clutching yours tightly as he jumps in the spot raving about the movie, “If it was me and you in that situation, I’d make the sacrifice, you know?”

With a laugh you remind him, “You met me yesterday,” but he doesn’t falter in the slightest, tugging you closer by your linked hands, “Yes, and I’d die for you. Next question”. You give him a look of disbelief, hand coming up to slap his arm gently, a habit you’ve grown as you’ve had to listen to him throughout the day. But he catches your hand, cheeky smile falling as he holds it. “You’re freezing,” he notes, lips pursed in a pout. You’re about to tell him you’re fine, but he’s already shrugging off his jacket. You freeze in your spot as he drapes it over your shoulders, gently bringing your arms through the sleeves.

He smiles, satisfied and gives you head a small pat. “I- I can’t, you’ll be- you’ll be freezing now” you try, but he’s got his hands on your shoulders, keeping the jacket in place. “Don’t worry baby I’ll be fine. I’m hot in more ways than one,” and for the 500th time that day, you scrunch your nose up in distaste.

“Let’s go somewhere? I know a place,” he offers, and you raise a sceptical brow, “Sounds sketchy Baekhyun,”

“Don’t you trust me, Baby?” he inquires with a cheeky smile, hand already pulling you along. You cringed the first five times he used the nickname, for sure, but it’s growing on you. He’s growing on you, you realise, but you don’t much mind, as he pulls you in the direction on the park, a giddy smile on his face, that you can’t help but match when he catches your eye.

“Eh, but I guess I’ll risk it. If you murder me I’ll be a little upset though,”

“Only a little? Guess you must really like me, pretty girl,” and you reply with an exasperated sigh, “I’m begging you, please tone down the cliché talk,” but he merely smirks, “No way, I think you kind of like it actually, don’t you-”

“Don’t say it, Baekhyun I swea-”

“Pretty girl,” and he’s made a run for it, but he doesn’t make it far until you’ve caught him, landing several weak slaps on his chest, where you can feel his laughs vibrating. You’re laughing too you realise, and pause your attack to take a look at his face. His cheeks are red, you notice. But then, you’re sure yours are too, but at the very least you’re wearing a jacket, his jacket. And so with a glance at his ears, fingertips and nose, all which are candy red, you worry that it’s getting too cold without a jacket. You begin to shrug off the jacket, but his hand stops you, “What are you doing?” he asks with a curious tilt of the head. “You look cold,” you deadpan, and he immediately shakes his head, “No way, keep it on...Please?”

He’s really not gonna take it back. You sigh, what then? It’s then your brain comes up with another way to keep warm, and you bring him in for a hug. He freezes at first, but quickly reacts and brings his hand around you, hugging back. Though it doesn’t last long, he pulls away, a curious look on his face, “What was that fo-” but you pull him back in, “Don’t pull away, you’re cold,” you feel his smile against your hair, “You’re adorable,”

“Ugh, nevermind. Freeze to death,” you let go of the hug, moving to keep walking, but he grabs your arm gently, chuckling, “Nooo please, I’m sorry, I’ll talk less. I’m more bearable when I don’t talk, right?” he jokes, but your smile falters just a bit. You grab his hand, nudging your chin in the direction of the park, and you start walking again, hand in hand, as stars start showing up on the night sky.

“You’re not unbearable,” you feel his eyes on you, but you look ahead. “You’re fun. I’ve… had fun. So… So don’t talk like that okay?” and you spare him a glance. He’s got a small smile, eyes glinting, and you’re not sure if it’s even possible for the entire starry night to be reflected in his eyes, but it certainly looks like it. You feel your cheeks grow hot under his gaze, “Don’t- Don’t look at me like that,” you look away again, coming to a halt at a small bench under a large oak.

You spare a hesitant glance at him again, to see he’s still got a gentle smile on his face. “What are yo-” but your sentence is cut short as he takes a step closer, invading your personal space, but you find that you don’t mind, not at all. Maybe he’s going in for a hug, you think, but then his gaze drifts to your lips, and you might’ve been imagining, but you’re fairly sure he’s moving even closer.

“H-Heh you’re awfully close a-are we gonna- are we gonna kiss?” you stammer, unable to take your eyes off his face. His eyes flicker from your lips to your eyes, and you’re sure his cheeks become impossibly redder. “I-uh, I mean only if you’re- if you’re o-okay with it?” and you let you eyes drift to his lips, red from the cold. “I-uh- yeah… yeah that would be okay- good- uh fine- that would be fine...yeah” you stumble, and he tried (and failed) to fight his smile. “Okay I may not be smooth, but neither are you, baby”

You manage a “Shut up,” but the smile on your face is way too soft for your words to be genuine, and you’ve almost forgotten that just moments ago, Baekhyun was leaning in to kiss you, that is, until he finally leans in and connects your lips.

His lips are cold, freezing even, and you’re embarrassed to have caught yourself wanting to warm them with yours. But that doesn’t stop you, nor does it stop your hands from going to his equally cold cheeks, trying to cover them with your warm hands. He sighs into the kiss, breaking away, eyes filled with the same stars from earlier, lips a little redder now. You force yourself to look away from his lips, “We should really get you home now, I think you might actually freeze to death, Baekhyun,”

He gives an eager nod of the head, “Your place?” and you laugh, “Nice try, but you’ll be sleeping on the couch,” his lips form into a pout, but he looks anything but sad, “And you’ll join me on the couch then?”

“In your dreams, Baekhyun,”

“How’d you know?” he smirks, and you fight the urge to slap him again, but you settle for pushing your tongue against your cheek, “Do you want to get slapped?” you threaten, albeit with a teasing smile. And he feigns fear, “Oooh, my pretty girl is scary-”

“Ah you’re really-” and your hand goes to slap his arm, but he traps you in a hug, “Alright, alright!” he gives in, hand going to grab yours as you lead the way to your apartment. He speaks after a while of comfortable silence, “So I really won’t get any cuddles?”

You giggle, looking at him, “How bad do you want cuddles?”

“The most! Pleaseeee, Y/n?” and he makes puppy eyes and does his little pout, and you’re absolutely done for. “Fine,” you chuckle “Guess I’ll join you on the couch,” you give in. He shamelessly fist-bumps the air, not even trying to hide it this time, and you find yourself thinking that maybe, just maybe, you wouldn’t mind spending a lot of time with the weird guy who managed to knock over an entire tray of cookies, almost twice.

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blue flowers

it was a fun game until she’s gone.

re-upload ‘blue flowers’ from AFF 2019

“Babe, where are you?”

“On my way back home.” He said.

“I called you.”

“I know, I know, I was busy with all people who trying to be chatty with me.”

“Replying my message would only cost you less than one minute!”

You hear a low grunt from the other line.

“Oh, you’re annoyed? You’re annoyed because I’m nagging while you were gone MIA for two days?”

“I wasn’t MIA, ok? Yesterday I was on the plane from Dubai, and today I was on a big meeting and I told you I’s have a charity party at night. You know how is it at the party. People trying to talk to me and I can’t be seen being busy with my phoen just because my girlfriend is too clingy.”

You paused, now he thinks you’re clingy.

“Alright, good night.” You hang the call, there’s no need to continue the argument, he would never pamper you anyway. Then you saw at your wrist, your smart watch is showing a blue flower, an icon to remind you to breathe.

And you breathe.

It was the summer party your parents made in your summer house. Many colleagues and family friends are invited, and you’re being introduced by one of your cousin to this young businessman, got an adorable smile, quite chatty, and handsome as hell.

You two very quick got into a deeper talk that night, you’re captured by how this guy got everything in a perfect amount. To be honest, as the daughter of a rich businessman, you’re tired of guys who treat you like a fine china. And after few dates, and two kisses, you two decided to date exclussively.

Baekhyun sighs when you hang up the phonecall, he’s looking at someone sitting across him at the lounge. Still at the charity party.

“Why you’re lying?” she asked. She’s Jieun, a client turned to friend. You knew her but never met her, Baekhyun also not very close to her but she seems to like talking to Baekhyun in any occassion. Hopely only like to talk to him because he’s such a smart guy, not into something more.

Baekhyun shrugged his shoulders, “I don’t know why I’m lying…”

“Will she be mad if she knew you’re still at the party?”

“I just want her to stop asking where am I.”

“She’ll stop asking when you give her answer.” She said again.

Baekhyun sip his champagne.

“Why are you being like this?” she asked.

“I don’t know… maybe I’m just bored, I need a getaway.” He replied.

“Then ask her to go on a weekend short getaway with you.”

He scoffed, “his parents are too old fashioned to let her go on a vacation with his boyfriend.”

“Really??”

“Yeah… they’re a strict family.” Baekhyun swirl the glass, “I mean, she can go on a vacation with me but not only two of us.”

“Oh, like family retreat?” she chcukles.

Baekhyun laughs, “silly, right? What are they afraid of? That me and my grilfriend would sleep in the same room doing whatever couples do?” he scoffing again, “if we want to do that, we don’t have to go on a vacation, fool, I’m just gonna invite her to my house and problem solved.”

“But, is it really the problem? Mean that you never slept with her before?”

Baekhyun snickered, “of course I had! I told you, there’s no use on watching us during holiday, because we’ve done sex if that’s what her family was anxious about.”

“Is her family religious?”

“I don’t think so... they’re just afraid that I’d impregnant her before marriage. Because they don’t want to be embarassed by that…”

“What so embarassing by being pregnant?”

“Ask those old money, they’re somehow a little narrow minded.” he scoffed.

“And that makes you love her less?”

“I love her, but she couldn’t decide anything on her own!” he emptied his glass.

They both enjoying another glass of champagne, with him ignoring the buzzing from his cellphone, and her accompanying him through the rest of the event.

“Baekhyun…” she said, her voice is lower and huskier than before, “if you need a getaway, you can go with me… we can go to a resort on a beach for one night or two… I promised you it’s gonna be a relaxing getaway for you…”

He came to your house with the smile you always love and the flowers in his hand.

“Hey…” he said.

You let him step into your house and let him following you to the kitchen. The big house looks empty so he asked,

“Where’s everyone?”

“Dad’s at his office obviously, mom going abroad. No sibling because I’m the only child in case you forgot.” You shortly replied.

“You’re being sarcastic.” He pouts, “I’m sorry...”

“For?”

“For neglecting your calls last night, I was go straight to sleep because I’m exhausted.” He gave you a hug.

You pour him a drink before you two talking at the backyard.

“Wanna go somewhere? Movie or dinner?” he asked.

“Now?”

“Uh hum…”

“I can’t, I have to study for a test.”

“What test? As far as I know you’re graduated from college.” Baekhyun tilr his head.

“I’m going to work at dad’s company, and he doesn’t want me to get in there just because I’m his daughter, he wants me to take proper tests.”

“Whoa… so you’re gonna study in your room later?”

You nodded.

“Why don’t you go study now, I can come with you, accompanying you…” he smirks.

“Upstairs?”

He cheekily nodded, and then leaning to whispers, “I wanna be alone with you.”

Of course the study never happened because now you’re under him, hugging his waist with your leg, breathing heavily while you got pumping down there. His mouth keep searching for places to kiss while you grab his hand harder when you feel the intense tickling feeling bubbling on you lower stomach.

“I’m coming, babe.” You grunts and he smirks.

“Want me to go harder?”

“Uh-huh, uh huh… uh yess…”

He kissed you when your body shaking and your leg gave up from hugging him.

He sleeps on the bed while you’re reading some notes, his cellphone buzzing on the table several times, and since it’s close to you, you can read the preview.

Jieun: what you doing?

You creased your eyebrows, “Why would she text Baekhyun?” then you remember she was his client, “maybe they have another project together?” you’re trying to think positively.

“Baekhyun!”

he turned and saw a girl, “Hyeji?”

“Hey! I didn’t expect to see you here!” they were at the lobby of a luxurious junction which has a fine dining area, laid back lounge and a night club upstairs.

“Me too.” He smiles, “I’m just finishing a meeting. So, how are you?” he rose and give the girl a light hug.

“Fine. Never better!”

Baekhyun saw a ring on her finger, “and engaged?”

She shyly chuckles, “yup.”

“I can’t believe one of my ex going to settle down soon!”

Hyeji giggles, “fun fact, I dated my fiance for less than a year before he’s on one knee.”

“That soon?”

Hyeji grinning, “it doesn’t take long to realise that he’s the one, really!”

Baekhyun smiles, Hyeji is one of girlfriend he adores when they were still together. She’s a hardworker, it’s just their living class which way different. Baekhyun came from wealthy family just like you. Moreover, he’s witty self let him being a multimillionaire in young age. While Hyeji has to work extra hard to pay for school and living. Even if Baekhyun told her that he’d cover everything for her, seems like Hyeji has a different way of thinking which made them argue all the time.

“I’m happy for you.” He said.

She smiles.

“So when is the wedding?”

“Next month.” She replied, “so… how are you?”

Baekhyun shrugged, “as you can see.”

“You aren’t change much.” Hyeji said.

“Hope I’m not.”

“What about girlfriend, or fiance maybe? Or maybe a wife??”

Baekhyun laughs, “I have a girlfriend.”

“Cool, tell me more about her.”

“Have a seat.” Baekhyun sat and Hyeji sat across him.

“So, who’s this unlucky girl?”

Baekhyun laughs, “right, she’s unlucky because she fell for a guy like me, but I kind of lucky because she met all my expectation about being a girlfriend, or maybe a future wife?”

“Aww, Byun Baekhyun thinking about settling down?”

He laughs again.

“She came from a rich family like you?”

Baekhyun nodded.

“See? It’s easy if its meant to be.”

“Yeah, maybe you’re right.”

Hyeji were there for her bachelorette party and somehow Baekhyun was suddenly invited, the party wasn’t wild, but everyone is partying and drinking, and at some point they were dancing. Just two of them, inside a crowd of strangers.

“I was still in love with you when we broke up.” Hyeji said.

Baekhyun smiles, thin and sweet, “do you think I wasn’t?”

“Don’t lie, I was the one loving you so much while you always had your eyes on that girl… your colleague daughter.”

Baekhyun chuckles, “fun fact, she’s my grilfriend now.”

“Seriously??”

“Yeah…” he smuggly smiling.

“Damn you Baekhyun, you’re really in love with this girl, aren’t you?”

“Told ya, I’m so lucky that she finally mine.”

“Marry her.”

“I will, one day…” he smirks.

And she smiles.

“God, your smile is still captivating.”

“Baek…”

“One last kiss won’t hurt your fiance’s feeling I guess?”

“Wouldn’t it hurt your girlfriend?” she asked.

“She doesn’t have to know…” and he tilt his head, kissing her passionately.

Baekhyun thanked God he didn’t wake up beside his ex-girlfriend, instead he was home, and you were there.

“Baby…” he groaned while stretched out.

“A girl called me from your phone last night, no, this dawn, because you passed out in a club. Lucky that mom and dad aren’t home.” You said, “I drove at 3 to picked you up… Gosh, Baekhyun…”

he sat up and reach your waist, “this is why I fucking love you…” he snuggles further to your neck. “I love you…” he murmured.

“Stop it…” you don’t feel good when he keeps saying those words because you know he must keeping something from you, an dthinking of how he was wasted at a club really bother your mind right now.

“Who was the girl who called me last night?”

Baekhyun shrugged his shoulder, “a nice stranger?”

You never satisfied with this kind of answer but you know more question means arguments and you knew where it goes, you have no energy for that. Not after hundred of arguments about the same cause. You feel your smart watch buzing and the blue flower forming. You’re breathing following the movements of the petals.

“You still using that breathing app?” he asked.

You briefly nodded.

“Breathing is automatic, babe, why you even need that?”

“Sometimes it’s suffocating.”

“Why? Because of me?”

“Not particularly, but it’s nice when something remind you to breathe, to relax… reminding you that you’re alive.”

He paused, but his eyes looking at you, “Hey, let’s go somewhere since your parents aren’t in town.” Baekhyun pull away a bit to see you face.

“Like where?”

“To my beach house?”

“But it’s not summer.”

“Who cares? I just need to be with you.” He pulls you to his arms, let you cuddled up inside his embrace.

Jieun: [picture]

Jieun: check that out.

“Who’s that?” you asked.

“Jieun.”

“I saw her texting you all the time. Do you have a new project with her?”

Baekhyun humming, “yeah…”

“What project?”

“Uh, long story, I’ll tell you only if you agree to stay with me at my beach house tonight.” Baekhyun still busy with his cellphone.

“I can’t, I stayed out last night because of you, remember? I can’t stay out everyday.”

He pouts, “come on… don’t you wanna be with me?”

“You know how to be with me all the time…” you said.

“I know, I know,” he smiles, he took the hints perfectly all the time. You just want him to say those words, to ask you to marry him, but he’s never ready.

“What keeping you from saying it to me?” you asked, “am I not good enough?”

“Babe, come on…” he hugs you again, “don’t make me sad.”

“You’re the one who make me sad.”

“Okay, okay, give me just a little more time.” He said, “not to convince my heart, because I can’t think of anyone else to be my wife beside you, but a little more time to plan where, when, and how I’d ask you… I promise you it’s gonna be astounding.”

Baekhyun called you yesterday telling you that he has to go to Singapore for a business trip, he’ll be back on Saturday. And you haven’t heard from him since last night.

“Girlfriend again?” Jieun asked. She was in a bathrobe stepping out from the bathroom.

He was in Jeju with her. The text she sent was the resort she said she wants to go and Baekhyun booked a room for them.

“Uh huh.” He type a message.

“Why don’t you just broke up with her and be with me?”

“I can’t, I love her.”

“But you did this to her??”

Baekhyun smirks, “I’m going to propose her after I come back from here.”

“You wh-???””

Baekhyun sighs, “I promise myself that I’d stop all the game after this. I’m going to focus on her only. She’s the only one I could ever think of being the one.”

“You really turn me off.” Jieun rolled her eyes.

Baekhyun snickered, “really? Let me check if you really aren’t wet for me, miss.”

You went inside this famous bakery in town, buying some pastries when someone called you.

She bowed and you realised that she’s Baekhyun’s secretary.

“I thought you’re still in Jeju, miss.” She said.

“In Jeju? Baekhyun is in Jeju now?”

The secretary hesitantly nodded.

“Isn’t he in Singapore now?”

She seems pale.

“Hey, hey it’s fine,” you said, “I’m sure it’s just a misunderstanding. But why did you think I’m in Jeju with him now?”

“Uh, yes, miss, because mr. Byun bought two tickets to Jeju and he booked a resort there.” She said.

“Oh…”

“I’m—“

“Hey, it’s fine.” You smiles, “I know about the resort, I think he bought that as a surprise for me… and you just ruined it.” You playfully winked.

As someone who taught to always held your head high even in a critical situation, you know you can’t be seen fooled by anyone, especially your own boyfriend.

But you cried in the car and your smart watch buzzing again and the blue flower showed up.

“NOW YOU EXPLAIN TO ME WHO WAS WITH YOU!!” you shouts at him on the day he appeared in front of you on Saturday night, the day he said he was just landed from Singapore.

“Babe?”

“I know you were in Jeju, you bastard!!”

“I was—babe, I can explain.”

“Yeah you should be, now explain!!”

“It was a surprise present for a friend.”

“Who?”

“Junmyeon, for his honeymoon.” He said.

“Don’t lie to me, Baekhyun, I can call Junmeyon now!” you yelled, how silly was the reason, Junmyeon hasn’t even got married to anyone and it boiled your blood even more.

“Babe…”

“Stop using your friend to keep lying to me, Baek!!”

“Argh! Listen to me!!” he grunts.

“I am not listening if you still thinking of lying to my face!”

“Okay, I’m sorry! I lied to you, I was with Jieun.”

You stop, your whole world stop spinning, you can’t believe what he just said. “y-you were with Jieun…?”

He’s gazing at the marbled floor, “I’m sorry, I was… I was wrong…”

“You’re… you’re cheating on me…?? Baekhyun?” tears rolled down, you didn’t even notice it.

“Baby, I promise you it’lll never happen again! I swear it was a mistake I’d never repeat!!”

You didn’t say anything for a moment, trying to make up your mind.

Byun bakehyun, your boyfriend fro 2 years, lying to you. And you sure that wasn’t the first time.

“Babe…?” he’s trying to come closer, “babe, I’m sorry, it was a mistake.”

“No.” you cut him, “I was, I was the mistake.”

“What are you saying??” he looks concerned.

“I know I’m different than all girls you’ve been having relationship with… you always told me I can’t even make a decision by myself, I am driven by my family, unlike other couples we can’t go on a vacation just two of us… I never met your expectation of how common couple would date…”

“No, baby…”

“I’ve been thinking about it a lot,” you said, “the way I stopped confronting you when you’re going MIA, when you’re wasted in a club, texting girls… because I know I can’t give you—“

“You gave me everything! Please! Please stop.” He cuts you. “please…”

You’re looking at him, he was the most beautiful man you ever known, you had several exes in the past but Baekhyun hold most of your heart, he’s witty, he’s funny, he’s good looking. “Baekhyun…”

“Please…” he whispers whil ereaching your hand.

“… broke up with me.”

“Wh—“

“Broke up with me, Baek…”

“But—“

“It’s a mistake if you want to stay with me… you need someone match your pace, someone who can run with you wildly, not some bird in a golden cage.”

Baekhyun staring into your eyes, trying to let you know that he doesn’t agree with whatever you said.

“Break up with me…” you pleaded.

“Wait for me.” He said, “I’ll be a better person for you. I promise.”

8 months later.

It’s nice to be back to Seoul after an intense work training to your father’s company in Europe. And you have to admit that being away from the city in which you got your heart britally broke was nice.

Today is the first month of you officially working at your father’s company as one of the business analysts, you did a good job, even your father is proud of you.

“Miss, here the file you asked, and you got an invitation.” Your assistant came and give you few big envelopes.

“Invitation?”

“A wedding invitation.”

Your heart pounding.

Who?

You snatch the envelope and read the name.

Kim Junmyeon & Kang Jieun

You feel silly for breathing in relieve, you shouldn’t feel that way. Even if Baekhyun name was on it, you should be happy for him.

The wedding took place in a big cathedral, nice and elegant, the flowers are all white and the wedding band playing the smoothest jazz ever.

You stepped in and looked around, you found some old friends who immediately greet you, asking you how are you because ethey didn’t expect to see you here in Seoul, they’re all knew you moved to Europe 8 months a go, after the break up.

“Hey, someone looking for you.” Sehun, your junior in college, also a family friend pointed at a direction.

Baekhyun.

In a blacksuit, white shirt, no tie, smiling at you.

“Hey…” he said.

“Hey…” you greet him back.

“How are you?”

“Never better.”

And his smile bloomed. “You came alone?”

You nodded, “you?”

“Yes.” He replied.

“Where’s your girlfriend?” you asked.

“I don’t have one. Not a girlfriend, not a fling, no one. No one after you.”

You feel the bubble formed inside your chest, but you just smiling.

“I’m trying to prove something here…” he whispers.

“Yeah, and you did.”

He nodded, “so…” he looked down briefly to take your hand when he stopped, stunned, dumbfounded by the ring on your finger. “Wh—what the… what is this? This is just an accessories, isn’t it??”

You waited for him to level up his eyes to yours, and when he did, you shook your head.

“Who?” he asked.

“An aqcuiantance I met in Europe some months a go.”

“But to engage to him… isn’t it… too soon?” he asked.

“It’s easy when it’s meant to be, Baek.”

“Bullshit.” He gritted his teeth, “but I, I did this for you! I changed for you!”

“But I changed after I met him.”

Baekhyun scoffed.

“It’s not anymore suffocating, Baek… breathing is easy when I’m with him.” You rubbed the chained watch on your wrist, not anymore the smart watch.

“And where is he now?” he asked.

“Still in Europe, he’ll be here next week.”

“And you’re okay with long distance relationship?” he asked, “come on, you love me more because you can’t stand being away from me even for two nights.”

“Because I trust him…” you replied.

You gotta admit, to see those dark orbs of the man in front of you wet from tears breaking your heart, but as much love you got for him, you were never find ease when you’re with him.

“I’m sorry…” you murmured.

“But I love you…”

“I loved you enough when I’m with you.” You said, “now please… be happy for me.”

He gulped, swallowing the lump in his throat. “I…”

You stepped forward and reach him, brought him to your hug, “be happy for me…”

And he didn’t say anything because he could never.

-end-

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