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paigedarling0506 · 9 months

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Late Night Drive ♡

One shot ✿ Pairing: BaekhyunxOC

Baekhyun: Love, I just got out of the studio.

Read 11:03 PM

My lips automatically formed into an upward curve as soon as I read his message. I had been waiting for him, not that he told me to wait of course. This had been our routine, kinda. On those nights when he had to stay out late for work, he would text me as soon as his schedule was over. Receiving updates from him without me asking was heart fluttering. Considering the fact that we had been together for over two years. Me: I see, someone worked so hard again today, hm. 11:04 PM

I replied as soon as I could, feeling a bit sad that he had to go home late like this. Baekhyun: I’m all good Love, don’t worry. Give me a minute, I’ll call you when I reach the car. 11:04PM After receiving his response, I decided to close my laptop. Whatever I was doing could wait, I thought. Well, I didn’t really do much anyway as I was just stalling, waiting for my day to end with him. I stood and vacated my desk to sit comfortably on the bed. He called me after three minutes.

“Hey love.” He greeted me as soon as answered his call. “Hi,” I answered, the corners of my lips turning upwards at the sound of his voice. “Is it okay to talk to you? You aren’t tired yet?” He asked consecutively. I shook my head as if he could see me. “I’m fine Baek, I was actually waiting for you.” “Ooh really?” He responded, obviously teasing me. “I love my clingy girlfriend.” He added, letting out of a small laugh. “Shut up Baek.” I couldn’t help but giggle at how good his laugh sounded in my ears.

“Love, let’s switch to video call, I’m about to leave.” He suggested. “M’kay.” I agreed as I tapped on the video icon. In a matter of seconds, I saw him in the driver’s seat. He was wearing a black, long-sleeved top. His long hair naturally parted in the middle. He looked comfy and cozy. My heart actually hurts that I wasn’t with him right now.

I rolled on my bed, finding the most comfortable position while my eyes never left the screen of my phone. I watched him put his red seatbelt on before turning the engine on. One hand on the steering wheel and the other one on the gear, he glanced at me mouthing a silent I love you. Then he smiled my favorite smile, the one that reached his eyes. The way the butterflies in my stomach reacted to the little things he did was a natural thing. I had to admit that there was something so heart-fluttering watching him driving. He drove out of the basement and of the building and I was just busy watching him all the while. Honestly, I would never get tired of this view. He made a turn before he glanced at me once more. “How was your day, love?” He asked while he was busy navigating the steering wheel. Sure, I heard him but I was too engrossed observing him. “Am I too handsome, right now?” He added, this time accompanied by a subtle smile as he was obviously teasing me for just staring. “Don’t you dare even deny, I can see your drool from here.” His smile widened before it turned into a complete laugh. I let out of a small laugh, god I love his humor. “My legs hurt,” I told him out of nowhere, wanting to answer his first question. The expression on his face changed, he suddenly looked like he was scolding me. “You wore heels again today, didn’t you?” He asked, obviously starting to nag. I love how he would nag me for still wearing heels to work though I always complain about my feet and legs hurting afterward. “I had a presentation today Baek. I needed to look presentable.” I reasoned out, trying to stifle a smile.

He rolled his eyes at me which made me burst out laughing. “Excuse me miss, but you can wear a sweater, sweatpants, and socks and you’re still going to look presentable.” He argued in a matter-of-fact tone. “Presentable for you, mister.” I couldn’t help but point out. He shrugged, taking his attention away from the road to momentarily look at me. “Well, you have a point.” He agreed with a cocky smile on his lips. There’s never a dull moment with this person, my heart is full. He bent and reached somewhere in front which I believe was to turn his music on. He’d always do this, play some music in the background. He had a few late-night drive playlists and I must say that I enjoy listening to it too. I closed my eyes, laughing at his choice for the first song. It was the song he couldn’t stop talking about the other day. Bruno Mars, Silk Sonic’s Leave the Door Open. Say Baby, say baby, say baby I turned to check on him again and he was getting into the mood of the music. What you doin’? What you doin’? He winked at me and my heart did a somersault. Where you at? Where you at? He lifted a hand to his forehead and acted like he was looking for someone from afar, then his eyes landed on his phone, he smiled and pointed at me. Oh, you got plans? You got plans? His lips formed into a downward curve for a moment Don’t say that He shook his index finger god, he looked so cute, I couldn’t help but giggle at his antics.

I’m sippin’ wine In a robe I look too good (Look too good) He touched his chin, raising an eyebrow at me and I must agree that he looked too good. To be alone My house clean, uh My pool warm Just shaved (smooth like a newborn) The way he was hitting the notes effortlessly was amazing actually. My mouth kinda hurt, smiling and laughing the whole time until he finished the first chorus and the second verse of the song. I told him he did a great job and that he sounded good. He also made a silly remark like his new name should be Bruno Byun. The way I laughed out loud because of that. I noticed how he turned the volume of his music down. He rested his elbow on the window while he brushed his hair through his fingers. He was silent for a few seconds as if thinking about something. I waited for him until he gazed at me. “I miss you.” He told me, giving me a fond look. Oh. My heart sank at his words. “Ah, really.” He shook his head briefly. “I can’t believe it’s possible to miss someone like this.” He made a clicking sound with his mouth as he frowned. Exactly feeling the same thing, I felt soft. “You know I missed you just as much,” I answered, acknowledging that sinking feeling in my heart. “I can’t wait to see you again.” I must have sounded really sad because he stared at me a little too long. His eyes bore into mine as if telling me that he understood how I felt. He made another turn and before I knew it, he stopped the car. I thought he would say something right after but he didn’t. With one hand still on the steering wheel, he gazed at me silently. There was absolutely something in the way he looked at me, there was also a subtle smile on his lips. The soft expression on his face made me want to be beside him right now. Gosh, this is torture. We stared at each other for about a whole minute. I watched his attention explore every detail of my face as I did the exact same thing. And the longer I gazed at him, the longing to be with him intensified. And he must have mirrored how I felt too when I heard him sigh. “Love?” He called as he finally spoke.

“Hmm?” “You know, I would give anything in the world right now just so I can have you next to me.”

No, Baekhyun don’t make me cry.

He sighed accompanied by a quick and subtle downward curve of his mouth. “I miss you and it’s driving me crazy now.” He added, tilting his head down before looking at me once more. “It hasn’t even been a week. Is this normal? Am I normal?” “Oh, Love…” I trailed off wanting to comfort him. “I also hate the fact that you work in MARS some other days.” He went on emphasizing the planet’s name. “I hate your alien boss for sending you there.” He ranted, his lips pouting cutely. He’s so cute, my heart was about to explode. “I’ll come home as soon as possible,” I replied in a gentle tone. “I miss your hugs.” “Just my hugs?” He asked, his facial expression shifting to a playful one. “Are you sure that’s it, love?” We both laughed and I ended up giggling like a teenager. “I miss everything about you,” I told him, unable to stop myself from smiling. “Make sure you welcome me with your best hug when I come back.” “Please, you don’t even have to ask.” He smirked. “I might actually glue myself to you when I see you again, you can’t even walk a step away from me.” I laughed once more, I just love, love how he’s so funny. “I love you.” I heard him say, making me stop laughing instantly. “I love you too,” I replied, meaning every word that came out of my mouth.

He gazed at me as he placed his thumb on the screen, touching it like he was caressing my face. The way he never fails to make me feel loved even in the little things. He never ceased to give me the butterflies since day one. “You must be sleepy now.” He stated as he started to drive once more. “It’s okay, I’ll stay here until you reach home.” “Are you sure?” I nodded in response. “Just play some of your favorite songs from your playlist, maybe sing for me again,” I suggested, hoping he was giving in to my request. “Just try not to look so sexy or I’ll take a spaceship going back to Earth right away.” He laughed loudly at my remark. The first song that played was Park Won’s All of My Life, followed by Make Up by Sam Kim, then Every Day Every Moment by Paul Kim. I closed my eyes concentrating on the melody and his voice and it absolutely felt nice. Probably so nice, I was lulled to sleep in no time. I didn’t know how long it had been when I heard his voice once more. “Love…” His voice was gentle. “Hmm…” I trailed off, struggling to open my eyes. “Are you home now?” “Yeah. I just parked my car.” He answered as he unfastened his seatbelt. “I’m gonna head up to my unit now.” “Okay, you do that,” I replied. “Make sure to get enough rest, okay?” I couldn’t help but remind him knowing how hard he was working these days. “Yes ma’am.” He smiled. “You go sleep now. I’ll call you in the morning, baby.” He’s so sweet, my heart. “Not if I call you first,” I replied. He let out a small laugh. “Goodnight Love.” “Goodnight, love.” He nodded as he waved at me, mouthing a silent I love you before ending the call. My heart. Oh, my heart.

Baekhyun: Don’t wear the freaking heels tomorrow. 😤 12:11 AM With a smile on my face, I sent my reply.

Me: Where are your manners Byun Baekhyun? 🤨 12:11 AM Baekhyun: I mean please don't wear the freaking heels tomorrow, I don't want you to get hurt. 12:12 AM

My heart was warm right away. Baekhyun: Don't reply and just go to sleep now. Love you. 12:11 AM Aw, I love this man with all my heart that I was speechless for a few heartbeats.

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perfectbluez · 2 years

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unspokenth0ughtss · 8 months

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In the shadowy realm of corporate intrigue, where love and betrayal entwine, a hibiscus blooms—a symbol of lost passion and hidden secrets. Park Yumi returns as Park Eunmi, fueled by a thirst for revenge against Byun Baekhyun, the enigmatic CEO of Byun Pharmaceuticals. As their worlds collide, passions ignite, and a tantalizing game of power, love, and deception unfolds. In this thrilling tale, where every twist is cloaked in suspense, the line between love and vengeance blurs, and the hibiscus becomes a harbinger of destruction and desire.

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ushioink · 3 years

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(Part 2 of Careful,)

The lecture hall is damp from boredom and like minded individuals, and so she puts herself in a spot slightly to the left, in the back where it’s a bit hidden from the nosiness of the students in her History class. She waits for Mrs. Kang to appear as she tinkers with her phone, searching through her images and playing games, considering the internet is banned from inside the actual classrooms for the benefits of busybodies like herself.

Mrs. Kang enters in the same time as the last group of students do, and she stares them down so hard that they quickly skittle down, thanking God that she, from all professors, don’t have that rule in excluding students that come after her. She stares at the glared at students with sick amusement, opening her laptop and turning it on to ready herself in notes taking. However, her small tinge of positive amusement is destroyed when a heavy body slides himself so casually on her seat, the one thing that she had happily bragged to own herself. She looks to the abhorrent nuisance that invaded her personal space, and her neutral face expression shifts into an annoyed one. Seeing this, Baekhyun just grins prettily at her, his straight teeth glinting like diamonds. She wants to gouge his intestines out.

“What are you doing?” She looks down at her laptop in feigned disinterest, even though her eyebrows constantly shift around in a narrow. “No, seriously, what the heck are you doing?”

“Shh, we’re in a lecture hall,” he puts a tall and pretty finger on his lips. “Mrs. Kang had not punished you before because you’re her favorite student, but I won’t take my chances. She knows who I am. I’ve made a ruckus or two,” he seems very proud of this, his eyes flashing smugly, “and I’ve been kicked out of her class a lot. So shush, let me concentrate.”

“All the more reasons for you to fuck off,” she tilts her head a little to the side so she can hiss at him, her hands beginning to type quickly as Mrs. Kang begins her lecture. “I’d rather not be seen here with you. Also, you’re not here to concentrate. You’re here to rip the skin out of my body.” She pretends to shiver violently.

He snickers, and it comes out a little loud. Mrs Kang instantly stops her exciting monologuing (it’s rare to find someone who manages to speak so boringly, and yet excitedly at the same time, but she does so perfectly) to whip her head around, her eyes hawk-like and deadly.

“I hear snickering!” She yells. “Who dares laughing in my class?”

Baekhyun instantly pretends to be an innocent listener, his eyes big and preposterously uncanny. Mrs. Kang ravishes the students with her narrowed, kohl eyes.

“Just because you give me a vague face, doesn’t mean I won’t find you.” The teacher threatens again. Still, no one gives her any response.

She’s a bit astonished that none of the nearby students who actually heard Baekhyun snicker were telling on him. But the surprise quickly vanishes when she looks around at their faces, every single one avoiding Baekhyun’s amused eyes, threat very clear under.

She rolls her eyes.

Mrs. Kang kinda mellows over once no one confesses and she no longer hears laughter, and resumes her lecture with the same vindictive tone that she has been using in the start of the semester.

Immediately after her back is to the class, Baekhyun slides his butt closer to her, until their thighs are a brush away. She gives him a creeped out look, and he simply leans against the table on his elbow, putting his head on his palm. He grins, or smirks. His lips only curl a little, and the devilish glint in his eyes makes him appear dangerous, so she goes with smirking. He is smirking, indeed. For a second, she understands why people are afraid of him. Tremors kinda bloom in her body, but she pushes the irrational emotion out of her system quickly. She turns to the board, focusing on the professor.

Soon, she realizes that he isn’t looking away. He’s staring at her in the same mischievous yet intolerable way. She gives him a thin-lipped smile, apparent in its annoyance. Her eyes wide and irritated. His eyes only twinkle more in that stupid, attractive glint of his that’s entirely evil.

“Yes? Is there something you need, dumbass?” She sighs.

He nods seriously, his face grave. “Yes. I was wondering if you’d be my Twin Flame. The walls to my well. The stone to my heart. The poison to my soul. Oh, be my favorite nightmare.”

She takes one of her blue pens and flicks it on his forehead. It flops pathetically on the floor. He sniggers again - much more quietly - and rubs his surely reddening spot.

“Seriously, I want nothing. I’m just quietly staring at you.”

“For what reason, oh please tell, you’re staring at me for?” She leans towards him as if potentially saying something secretive. “Do you know that staring so intently at someone’s eyes can affect their chakra? So, I’ll just stare right back at you hoping that my laser eyes can negatively make you bend over this desk. I gotta tell you, I have very strong chakra.”

He furrows his eyebrows weirdly. “You believe in this bullshit?”

Her eyes widen a little, but she quickly composes herself to squint instead. “No, I don’t. But I thought someone like you might.”

“I can’t help but have the slightest conclusion that you just called me a loser, which hurts my feelings. It really does.”

“Does it? And here I thought hurting your feelings would require more effort.” She gives him a mocking smile, and then turns to the professor with her default blank face.

He stares at her, a little amused at her odd shenanigans, and wonders how someone like her had slipped from under his eyes. He’s usually a quiet person that makes it his daily struggle to stare people down to scare them, but to see her, a person that’s so easily irritated for completely different reasons than his amusement actually makes him... excited. He hasn’t really considered annoying her today because of their promise to work on their assignment (or just his) but once he came inside the classroom, he remembered her amusing response of yesterday and subconsciously found himself going to her row, seating himself comfortably next to her.

He continues to annoy her throughout the lecture by poking on her shoulder when she concentrates and breaks her focus, or kicking her shin from under the table whenever she’s pulling a funny look at the utter shit Mrs. Kang is spouting so she’d adjust her bold facials into a neutral face, of course for her own benefits. He’d even steal pens from her large - very large - pen collection, throwing the used pen away from her grabby hands only to steal another one right under her nose. She’s disappointed in herself. She thought she has great reflexes, but she’s considered piss poor in comparison to Baekhyun’s fast, dangerous reflexes. Something about his numerous black belts in hapkido, as he easily bragged at her discomforted look towards her stollen utensils.

Of course, she’s hyper aware of the accumulation of stares from everyone piling up her back. She knows she’s being watched; or rather he’s been watched, for some reason their close proximity to one another, and the constant flying arms coming from her part to smack him away has ticked everyone the wrong way. She has been aware, since the start, that his presence so close to her would rise unfiltered attention from nosy students who found it their prime pastime to watch other unsuspecting students. She doesn’t care that much, of course. She has already been a suspect of gossip her entire life for having the personality that she does, but to be stared down at for different reasons than the ones she’s used to... she gotta say. It feels good.

The minute the lecture ends - very, very slowly - she instantly stands up, making her chair squeak. She raises her already collected stuff on her shoulder, turns to a suddenly flustered Baekhyun, and reaches over for his hair. His yelps come quick and excessive, especially when she uses his hair to pull him out of his chair. He complies, of course, so she doesn’t end up ripping his entire hair roots from his head, and follows after her obediently - yet loudly - as she drags him somewhere else. At first he doesn’t say anything, even though he can overpower her easily, because he knows he kinda sorta deserved to be treated like a dog, but the minute he sees her approaching the library (where silence is a requirement he can’t reach) he grabs her wrist and twists her hand as further back as it can go from his hair. It’s her time to yelp.

In response, her claws release his hair from their clutches, and he stands to his full height. Then, he pulls her towards him, or more like jerks her against him in a single gesture, until she bumps roughly into his chest, and pushes her on the wall so she’s stuck between two solid rocks.

She looks up at him with wide eyes. Her heartbeats are racing so fast inside her chest, she’s a little worried she wouldn’t be able to breathe at the end of this escapade. Of course, he looks down at her, his eyes narrowed and dangerous, but still holding a small flicker of childlike smugness. When he’s so close to her like this, she realizes how short she is. At first, she considered him short in comparison to most males in her university, but while he’s pressing her against the library wall like this, she understands that no, he isn’t short.

“Yah,” he calls, but the voice is soft and tender, the kind that makes a prey submit just to be devoured. She refuses to gulp in front of him and instead glares venomously at him. Seeing this, he lowers his face to her, his warm breath falling on her nose, her mouth and chin like waterfalls. “Yah.”

“Is my name yah to you?” She hisses like a snake, giving him her best don’t fuck with me look, even though genuinely, she’s shaking underneath him.

He narrows his eyes at her. “Do you think I let people shove their hands in my hair like that? Do you think people go around dragging me like that?”

She scoffs. She’s burning up from the inside; of course she is. In one hand, she’s not used to being squished like this against walls. In fact, she’s not sure she has ever felt such warmth from a human body encompassing her like this, and she’s not sure the sensation is to her liking. A girl from her background is used to selfish smacks on the head as a meager exposure of emotions, so such little proximity, with a man nevertheless, makes her feel.. strange. He’s not as soft as she first thought of him, as well. He’s all rigidness and soft muscles, and considering she’s as experienced as a squished slug, she’s not sure if that’s a good thing or not. The way he’s staring down at her, like he’s conscious of the fact he might be in the presence of a cheetah hasn’t gone unnoticed by her, and despite his dumb personality, she has to admit that she likes careful people, especially those careful around her. However, she’s not exactly a flower girl. She refuses to be a flower girl, no matter how much respect she has for flower girls.

She lifts her knee and violently connects it to the man’s junk. She watches in sick, fascinated awe as the man’s face changes. It contorts into a painful scrunch, and quickly, he succumbs to the gravitational pull into the floor. He curls in a heap on the ground, moaning in pain. She huffs, brushes her hair from her sweaty neck - for no specific reason, of course - and glares at the watchful crowd. They quickly flush away like toilet water.

A few minutes after Baekhyun’s fall, she looks down at him as if she’s exhausted from his childish antics, and says. “I don’t let people pin me to walls, either. You’re not that special.”

She twists around dramatically - yes, she knows she’s dramatic - and intends to walk inside the library. But a few seconds later, she realizes that she isn’t being followed, so she pauses. She twists back dramatically (again) and narrows her eyes at the dead body on the floor. “Yah, Aren’t you coming? We have stuff to work on, you know.”

She yawns monstrously, and drags her heavy legs towards the convenience store a few minutes away from her tiny apartment in the middle of a neighborhood she has troubles remembering the name of. She bows respectfully at the older man owning the store, being on social terms, enough to be yelling at him without taking responsibility to her stupid anger, and walks further inside.

She shuffles around, her legs feelings like a full body sag as she tries to pull her weight up. Considering she has a certain amount of money she can spend on snacks because of her tight budget, she only chooses the most important snacks to her. For instance, she’s a sweet tooth so she gathers as much chocolate, marshmallows, and fluffy jellies as she can, then settles on two medium sized chip bags. She travels to the beverages’ fridge like a disabled elephant, and takes a few bottles of soda. She is not a fan of beer and soju. Those do nothing to tilt her world upside down anyways. To her, they are a waste of money.

Busy going around the ramen section, she doesn’t notice the tall man that enters the shop. She fails to notice the humongous sneeze that he releases either, shivering like a wet dog, sans the wet part. Her eyes are half-lidded with sleep, and her lips are practically swirly like water with how tired she is because of work, so she only gets attuned to his presence when she smacks into his side.

“Ow,” she mutters pathetically, rubbing her forehead with the hand holding the ramen. She raises her eyes to glare at the fucker, because that’s what she’s good at, even though she’s the one who bumped into him, only to falter when she sees Chanyeol. “Chanyeol?”

“Uh, yeah. Hello?” He sounds awkward, his large hands paused around two packets of ramen himself. He stares down at her because he’s a skyscraper, and that’s what skyscrapers do to align to people; and stares back at the ramen. He stares back at her, again, then at the ramen, nervous at seeing her for whatever reason.

She narrows her eyes at him suspiciously. “What the heck are you doing in this convenience store? Or in this neighborhood?”

Chanyeol blinks, “I live here?”

“You don’t sound so sure about that answer.” She continues to narrow her eyes at him.

“Okay?”

She rolls her eyes and shuffle away from him. Noticing that she picked everything she needs, she heads for the register to pay for her things. Oddly enough, Chanyeol’s quick to follow her, standing behind her patiently. She tilts her head backwards so she can peek inconspicuously at him, and sees he’s only holding packets of instant ramen. He notices her trying to act slick, and focuses his big eyes on her. She quickly looks away, feeling a burn in the back of her neck.

She pays, and leaves, walking through the endless night of the day, huffing because her bags ended up being heavier than she expected. However, she’s a strong, independent woman, and so she swallows up her growing whine. But that doesn’t stop her from stomping on the ground as she walks further away from the convenience store.

Her loud, angry stomps doesn’t entirely block her from the steps that’s strangely walking after her. She pauses in her strides to check if she’s really hearing things, and the footsteps behind her pauses as well. She turns around suspiciously and finds Chanyeol standing behind her, a confused look on his face.

“Why’d you suddenly stop?” He asks, and she’d have found the question an okay one if she hadn’t already surrendered herself to the growing suspicion in her belly.

Instead of answering his question, she fires a question of her own. “Why are you following me?”

He tilts his head to the side, and a lock of dark hair falls on his left eye, giving him a sense of innocence that contradicts the tight clothes he’s wearing. His leather pants are so snug against him that she wonders how he can even walk, and his leather boots make him appear taller, if that’s even possible. She’s a bit envious of the large jacket that he’s wearing, making him bigger and helping him against the cold nights of January. She has been dumb enough to forget her jacket at work today, and so she’s forced to walk around shivering like a rat.

After she finishes inspecting him like a creep, and remembering the fact he hadn’t answered her question, she goes on her merry way for some reason, noticing that his own footsteps commenced after her. She takes lefts and turns away from her house, to check if he’s following her, and once she makes clear accusation in her mind that he is following her, she swivels around to glare at him. He looks back, eyes entirely vacant of emotions.

“See? You are following me, listen..” she twiddles her toes inside her flats, instantly nervous at the concept of being followed. “I don’t know who you think I am, and I don’t know who you think you are, but kidnapping unsuspecting victims is wrong. Kidnapping any kind of victims is wrong. See, maybe you are failing your classes, and maybe you don’t have a flourishing sex life, and maybe you are into this bad boy bullshit, but trust me, a felony following after your back is bad. It’s very bad for your resumé. Weren’t you the one so careful about the internal scarring of your heart? A felony is so much worse than that, I gotta tell you.”

Chanyeol’s lips curl at the blunder she’s throwing on his way, her usually glaring eyes now shaking in nervousness. He gathers all of his ramen in one arm so he can throw a large hand on his mouth to stop his growing laughter from bursting out. To see a girl like her showing uncharacteristic nervousness, it’s kind of funny, despite evilly knowing it’s causing her an internal meltdown.

She looks at him carefully, eyes prodding, and she fails to notice the fact his raised hand is to cover his laughter, not to knock her out. She eyes him up and down, putting her large bag of bought goodies on her chest as a secure guard against him, even though he seems like he can smack her unconscious with a simple kiddie slap. She swallows, taking a step back.

“Please,” she whimpers, then clears her throat when it shows that she’s whimpering, “I don’t taste good. I have nothing against cannibals, but I have the thought to consider myself distasteful.”

He calls her name to pull her out of her stupidly amusing fear, and she swallows, lifting her head up in false confidence. She notices that his eyes are twinkling, the same devilish sparkle that she associated Baekhyun with. To see them so similar yet different at the same time is unnerving, but she doesn’t focus on that. She’s a bit terrified to be consumed at the moment to think about anything else.

“Listen,” Chanyeol’s low baritone comes out of his lips, and this time he doesn’t push himself to conceal his smile. “I’m not following you. I’m not going to eat you. I don’t like the meat of innocent women.”

She stares at him suspiciously. “You prefer the meat of innocent men? I’m not judging.”

He rolls his eyes. “I don’t eat people, sweetie.”

She bristles like she has been burned, and she forgets about her flammable fear to give him a cold, deadly look. He falters. “Don’t call me that. Nobody calls me that, Chanyeol.”

He clears his throat, “Right,” he points at the house right behind her, the mirth quickly returning back to his opaque eyes. “My apartment is right behind you. I genuinely was walking home.”

she twists around to observe the house, noticing that it’s a large building with numerous floors. She guesses that he indeed is telling the truth, noticing the small sign on the corner naming the house as a university resident for males. Her face goes all types of colors at having not noticed the actual sign, and she starts to recollect her footsteps to see if she had accidentally just lead the man home. Maybe she is the stalker one. Her embarrassment grows.

She looks back at him, blinking, and he has the audacity to showcase his smug smirk. She clears her throat and squeezes her fingers around her bag, taking a few steps to the side so the giant scraper can get a leeway to enter his home. He does so, but before he can disappear inside; he turns around to give her another amusement-filled look.

She tries to gather her dignity, disliking the fact Chanyeol has seen her on her real act of a little scaredy cat, whether her fear is justified or not, so she clears her throat, swings her bag on her shoulder like a boss, and bellows, “Just so you know, cannibals are disgustingly immoral, whatever immorality is to you. I was just trying to secure myself a safe spot. I do have a lot of judgment against you. Lots and lots of judgments.”

“Good to know that.” Is Chanyeol’s cheeky answer.

She goes home with a stamp of red, crimson blotch all over her face and the back of her neck. For a second she wonders if she can avoid Chanyeol for the rest of her life so this episode of hers can be removed eternally from her internal disk drive, but then she rationalizes that the memory is shared between the two of them, not her alone. Whether she forgets her shameful distastefulness or not, she’s sure he won’t, so she bangs her face to a wall in her living room, believing that her stoic good girl image is ruined, forever.

She just hopes he doesn’t share this with Baekhyun.

Author Note:

So maybe the oc is dumb, ahaha.

I really find myself enjoying writing this fic. It’s very different than the characters I usually write, even though the concept is repetitive and cliché.

And yes, they live in the same neighborhood, but it seems that Chanyeol’s university resident is a bit far away from her apartment, thus why the lefts and turns she had to take to guide him away, ahaha.

We can see a bit of distinction in Yeol and Baek’s personalities??? We’ll of course see more of their personalities!

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cosmiclatte28 · 4 years

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Chittaphon our man

Baekhyun : Wait, you would take a bullet for me?

Ten : I would do anything for you darling.

Ten : Except eat a fruit, those things are freakin BIG NO.

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cowardcouch · 5 years

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Give Me Love

FINAL

AUTHOR’S NOTE - GML finally came to end and I had a lot of fun while writing it. I want to thank all those who read it and it means a lot to me. Do let me know if you guys want an epilogue!

Sae Ri squeezed her eyes shut when the sun rays invaded her room and stirred in her sleep. She pulled the covers to shield herself in an attempt to fall asleep again. She was just going to fall into a deep slumber when the door of her room opened and someone started shouting her name. “Wake up Sae Ri! It’s my wedding for god’s sake.” Sae Ri’s eyes opened at once completely alert of the occasion she was here for and she got up at once. “I get it but you don’t have to rub it in everyone’s faces.” Sae Ri stretched her arms and threw a pillow at Suho after. “And my old sister is back again.” Suho pulled her hand to make her stand and hugged her. Sae Ri, on the other hand, used his shoulder for resting for head and closed her eyes trying to fall asleep again. “Happy wedding day!” She sleepily mumbled in his shoulder making him smile. “Come on, it’s late. Everybody is waiting for you downstairs.”

Sae Ri whined but eventually got ready for breakfast. Her eyes lit upon seeing so many familiar faces but on remembering how rude she was to them she facepalmed. She could see all her old colleagues and her relatives whom she definitely didn’t want to meet. She went to hug her aunt and uncle because she couldn’t meet them last night. She sat with the bride and they talked about the person who was the link between the two of them. “How do you deal with his lame jokes? I would rather kill myself than laugh at his jokes.” Sae Ri confessed making the bride giggle. “I have gotten used to it by now. Moreover, his jokes aren’t half as bad as you say. I like some of them.” Mia said and Sae Ri gasped dramatically. “No wonder he fell in love with you. Your kids are going to be very funny.” Sae Ri’s comment made Mia blush whose cheeks got even redder on seeing Suho.

Sae Ri followed Mia’s gaze and smiled on seeing Suho. However, her smile vanished on seeing Baekhyun with him. He looked like he was being forcefully dragged by Suho to the table where both the females were sitting. “What were you guys talking about?” Suho asked as he took a seat beside Mia and Baekhyun sat across Sae Ri. He was acting like he didn’t know her and tried to avoid eye-contact with her. She didn’t know if this made her angry or sad or happy. “Nothing special.” Sae Ri mumbled and looked at her food again. “How can you call me nothing special?” Suho gasped in disbelief earning a laugh from Mia. Observing the silence on the table, Mia gestured Suho to do something about it who shrugged his shoulders not knowing what to do.

The silence turned into chaos when the waiter who came to the table spilled the hot coffee he was carrying. Had it not been for Baekhyun, all of the beverage would have drenched Sae Ri’s dress. She watched in horror when Baekhyun’s hand tried to catch the cup but ended up with all the coffee burning his hand. Baekhyun winced in pain as the burning sensation hurt him. Sae Ri didn’t even think and got up and grabbed Baekhyun’s other hand and took him to her room. “Wash your hand. I’ll bring the first aid kit.” She instructed Baekhyun who was still trying to process whatever happened. He let the cold water run on his hand groaning at the painful sensation. He came out of the washroom and at the same moment, Sae Ri entered the room. She made Baekhyun sit beside her on the bed and took his burnt hand gently applying the ointment on it. Baekhyun took advantage of this situation and examined her closely. She was still so breathtaking at such proximity. Her lips were as rosy as he remembered and her cheeks were still so cute. A gentle smile played on his lips when he saw her so absorbed in what she was doing. Her touch couldn’t be any softer and the butterflies inside Baekhyun fluttered finally after months of rest. He was caught looking at her when Sae Ri looked up. Baekhyun was realizing how much he had missed her now that she was in front of him. His eyes glanced at her lips for a second before meeting her eyes again. “Take care of yourself.” Sae Ri said and left the room leaving Baekhyun alone with his thoughts. I wished I was more injured so she would’ve stayed longer to look after me; Baekhyun thought and decided to get ready for the wedding.

Baekhyun watched the couple who said their vows and were now kissing each other. He whole-heartedly smiled seeing his friend so happy and in love. Suho was one of the kindest people he knew. He never held back when it came to helping the people he loved and cared about. He could get a little unbearable sometimes with his lame jokes but he was the best. He was a hard-working soul who earned the love he deserved. They had met at a comic book store two years ago and became friends at once. He was the rational one in their friendship who always was there with him. He chuckled when his friend looked at him and grinned which he deciphered as I am the luckiest man in the world. He had to admit he was envious. His eyes wandered to Sae Ri who was standing exactly opposite to him, cheering for her brother and getting embarrassed by her actions. A smile took shape on his lips when he saw the smile he wished he was the reason for.

“Congratulations.” Baekhyun wished the couple and hugged Suho. “It finally happened. I wish you a long healthy life with Mrs. Suho. I hope you enjoy lifelong happiness.” Baekhyun patted the back of Suho before separating from the hug. “Thanks, Baekhyun.” Suho smiled at him, happy to see Baekhyun with him. They had become friends in a comic store and here they are. They hadn’t known each other for very long but they felt that they were brothers. Their chemistry was unmatched and true. Suho did land punches on Baekhyun’s face when he heard about the whole book thing but he did forgive him. He knew the writer’s feelings for Sae Ri were not fake and he had seen it in Baekhyun. He did hate him for months but in the end, they were friends. They sought out their feelings and decided to give another chance to themselves.

“Have you talked to her yet?” Suho whispered in Baekhyun’s ear. “I haven’t and I won’t.” Baekhyun asserted and looked away. “You have to Baekhyun. She isn’t the same and so aren’t you. Are you going to keep your feelings with yourself without telling her? I don’t want you to regret not trying. I don’t want you to spend the rest of your life by imagining what-ifs.” Baekhyun bit his lip not knowing what to say. His eyes found Sae Ri in the crowd easily having memorized her completely. She looked the most spectacular in the room. The blue shade of the dress suited her and the most beautiful thing she wore was her smile. “Please, do try. I know she’ll talk to you.” Suho patted his shoulder and squeezed it lightly before leaving for his bride. Baekhyun continued staring at Sae Ri lovingly and tried to choose between something stupid or rational to do.

The ceremony had ended nicely. The couple had left for their new beginning. Everyone had returned to the hotel and had to leave tomorrow for their respective houses. The whole world was exhausted and had fallen asleep except for two souls. Baekhyun found Sae Ri in the balcony of the hotel watching the stars, so lost in them that she looked like one. Baekhyun was stressed out about whether he should go there or not but the urge to talk to her carried him there. There was a safe distance between them and she didn’t even notice him till he coughed. She looked very uncomfortable seeing him there and this hurt Baekhyun. Nevertheless, he decided to stay.

“How have you been?” His question startled her. “I-I’ve been good.” Her answer was short but self-explanatory. “Suho told me that you are doing wonders in your company and that you even made a friend.” Baekhyun’s voice was very soft not wanting to hurt. “Can we talk?” His question seemed stupid but the expression on her face showed that she understood the hidden lines. “I have to go.” She turned on her heels to leave when Baekhyun grabbed her hand, stopping her from leaving. “Please just five minutes and then you can go. Just hear me out.” Baekhyun requested and she faced him. Not getting any response from her he decided to continue. “I have been a complete mess since you left. I-I haven’t written anything since and alcohol has been my best friend these days. I hate myself and I can’t even look at myself. There hasn’t been a single night when I haven’t thought of you and what I did to you. I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. I’m sorry for taking advantage of you, for the lies but all of it wasn’t a lie. That night when we watched the stars, on your birthday, the day we played games, I meant everything I said. I hadn’t realized how much I had missed you when I saw you again. I had started falling in love with you long before that I forgot all about the stupid novel. All the feelings I have for you aren’t for some stupid novel. I know I don’t deserve you but I didn’t want not saying what I’m about to say. I-”

“Five minutes are over.”

Sae Ri interrupted him and left for her room. Baekhyun followed her figure as it disappeared.

“I love you.” He whispered to himself and heaved a deep sigh.

Sae Ri had been staring at the clock for forty-five minutes now. She hadn’t slept the comfortably the night before and her whole body was aching. She had packed all her stuff and was exhausted yet, she couldn’t sleep. She had three hours before she had to leave for the airport still she decided to call for a cab. Who knows how bad the traffic can be and she didn’t want to be late. She had met all the important people and was showered with a lot of hugs before she sat in the cab. She waved at her aunt and uncle for the last time before she stopped looking outside the window. She rested her head against the car’s window and closed her eyes. She had a great time here. Her brother got married to the best woman in the world and she couldn’t be any happier. She is going to return to her normal life in America and everything will be fine. If everything is really fine then why is there a feeling of hollowness in her chest? She opened her purse and found the only necklace she had. She touched it gently and looked at it thoughtfully as if trying to memorize its design. She wore it around her neck and leaned her head against the seat.

She was about to do something she wished was right.

Baekhyun shut down the television after switching between various channels. Everything looked so dull and monotonous. He saw a text from Suho who informed him how much fun he was having which made him happy. He threw his phone on the couch and leaned against it. He knew that Sae Ri had left in the morning. He had seen her leave while hiding timidly behind a pillar. He had no courage to face her after knowing that she had never forgiven him. He accepted that his misery is unending. He had a strange idea to follow her to the airport but she had made it clear that she didn’t want him around. His trail of thoughts was interrupted by the ringing of his doorbell. He wasn’t expecting any visitor so he was surprised. He opened the door and found someone who made him wonder if he was dreaming.

“Sae Ri” He breathed. The necklace on her neck caught his gaze and he couldn’t believe his eyes.

“Can I come in?” Sae Ri questioned, her heart beating rapidly. Baekhyun nodded his head not knowing what to say and moved aside to let her in. She dragged her luggage inside and observed the familiar surroundings. Everything was the same way it looked like on the day she left. The piano was still begging to be played by her and the kitchen had the smell as it had before. “What brought you here?” Baekhyun mustered the courage to ask her the question still quite shocked by what just happened. Sae Ri’s eyes focused on Baekhyun this time, which showed how much she changed, unlike the former Sae Ri who couldn’t even look at him properly. She didn’t say anything and walked towards him which puzzled Baekhyun more and more. She stopped until she was close enough to inhale his cologne and surprised him by wrapping her arms around him. Her embrace was more calming than Baekhyun had expected it to be. She placed her chin on his shoulder and smiled. “I missed you too.” She whispered and Baekhyun was on the verge of having a heart attack. His eyes had widened to the extent that they couldn’t return to their normal size. His heart was racing at an abnormal pace and he was trying to process the situation.

Sae Ri pulled away from the hug and cupped his cheek. “It was hard for me to stay away from you, not see you, to love you. I haven’t forgotten what you did to me but should say it worked because I ended up falling for you. I forgive you for what you did. I read the emails you sent me, Suho updated me with your news from time to time and I know that you didn’t lie about what you felt. I still need time before there is ‘us’ and I want you to wait for me.” Baekhyun listened to her silently and held the hand that was on his cheek. He kissed the palm of her hand and pulled her closer. His nose touched hers and he looked in her eyes. “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. I was a fool. I hurt you.” He whispered as a tear fell from his eye. Sae Ri wiped the tear from his cheek and kissed his nose. “It was in the past and we need to move on so that we can be with each other. Will you wait for me?” Baekhyun nodded his head and kissed her forehead. He pulled her back in his embrace, nuzzling his nose in her neck not letting go for a while.

She pulled away from his embrace to stare at his face earning a chuckle from Baekhyun. “The necklace looks beautiful. I can’t believe you still wear it.” Baekhyun’s fingers grazed the silver necklace which still suited its owner. “I never took it off, except the times I was mad at you.” Baekhyun smiled making Sae Ri smile automatically. He stared at her lovingly, trying to believe that she was here with him at the moment. “Why did you even come here?” He whispered and pushed the strands of her hair behind her ear. “I wanted to make it dramatic for your stupid novel.” Baekhyun chuckled and became silent as he stared at her lovingly as if she was his world. “I love you.” He breathed and caressed her cheek with the back of his hand which compelled her to lean into his touch. “I love you a lot.” She smiled and kissed his nose.

“A lot? Seriously?”

“I’m not good with words. That’s why you’re a writer and I’m not.”

“True that.”

“You know, in romantic novels, lovers do a thing called kissing which we haven’t done yet so I’m guessing you don’t know about it. I thought you were a good romance writer but here we are. I’m disappointed.”

Baekhyun’s expression was priceless. “You read my books, didn’t you? All those times when you were under the blanket getting all shocked when I entered the room.”

Sae Ri sheepishly smiled on being caught. “You entered a girl’s room without knocking. Now that we are talking about it, you used to peek by slightly opening the door, didn’t you?”

“That’s not the point!” Baekhyun exclaimed.

“Exactly. That’s not the point.” Sae Ri spoke before grabbing the collar of his shirt to pull him in for a kiss. Baekhyun relaxed in her touch and cupped her neck to pull her even closer. Sae Ri fisted his shirt as they continued to kiss fervently. Her lips tasted exactly the way Baekhyun had imagined. She was so sweet that he wanted it more. Sae Ri found the kiss to be exciting and addictive. Her first kiss was as magical as people described it in books. She pulled away panting from the rush and Baekhyun mirrored her actions. He smiled at her and intertwined his fingers with hers.

Albeit it was hard to let her leave, Baekhyun had no choice. He had promised to wait for her. He waved his hand at her biding a final goodbye and saved her smile in his head so that he could remember it on the bad days. He knew that they will meet soon and thanked Heaven for giving him the love of the most amazing woman in the universe.

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kpopmunhaelyeog · 7 years

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[TXT] Baekhyun - When you miss him at night

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superduperbyun · 4 years

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disjecta membra - bbh - o4 (on Wattpad) https://my.w.tt/VVHbYc7w75 (baekhyun x oc) she wasn't prepared to see her past lover again, especially seeing that he doesn't remember a thing from the past. ©superduperbyun all rights reserved ! also posted on aff @/finesseonyobitch

#baekhyun #baekhyunfanfic #baekhyunxoc #exo #exok #exom #fanfiction #highschool #kai #kpop #kyungsoo #love #mature #romance #sehun #teacherxstudent #books #wattpad #amreading

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scarlet-sky4 · 3 years

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Spellbound [Vampire!Baekhyun]

Multichapter fanfic

Vampire AU, Soulmate AU

Romance, Supernatural, Hurt/Comfort

Vampire!Baekhyun x Witch!OC

Description:

Vampires are her worst fear, but what if one of them turns out to be her soulmate?

Yoonhee is a witch who adores flowers and plants, possessing a gentle kind of magic that is tied to nature. She leads a quiet life with her family—until one day, the peace is shattered. After a ruthless vampire kills her parents in order to obtain their magic, she barely escapes and is forced to go into hiding.

From that moment on, she lives in constant fear and does all she can to avoid vampires, afraid that her past may catch up with her one day.

However, Yoonhee can’t escape her fate and it leads her straight into the arms of yet another vampire. Their encounter throws her life into disarray—not only is Baekhyun her enemy, he is also her destined soulmate.

Excerpt:

Yoonhee's heartbeats were so loud and so frightful, every vampire in the building heard them. Her blood was singing, but they didn’t give in to its alluring call. Unaware of this, she walked down the hallway, and the closer she got to the door that loomed at its end, the more her fear grew. She touched the doorknob, put her fingers on its cool metal and entered the room beyond the door.

The light was dim. At first, she didn’t see Baekhyun since his body was obscured by the shadows of the curtains. However, his gleaming red eyes were hard to miss when he gazed right at her. She flinched.

“Leave,” he growled warningly and dug his fingers in his thighs, fighting his instinct, his thirst for her blood. Her delightful scent filled the entire room. It was the sweetest temptation—and he was so close to his limit, her scent alone nearly made him give in to his vampiric nature. His fangs elongated as his body prepared to take what he needed most.

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smearsyd · 4 years

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We’re Just Friends, Right?

oo1 Drabble

what to expect:

+ BaekhyunxOC

+ co-workers to lovers?

+ 900 words

warnings:

+ fucking flirty, irresistible Baek

+ kissing etc

There he is again, staring at me from across the room.

His eyebrows wagging like he knows I’ve noticed; his growing smirk plastered across his face with a stickiness so smug I’m seconds away from using his own stapler to close those lips of his shut forever.

Maybe then they wouldn’t be such a hazard. I swallowed hard on the building saliva in my mouth and tried to focus on my report. My fingers were flying and I wondered if he could hear the harsh clicking even from all the way over there.

Fucking summer jobs, fucking no free time, fucking heat outside, fucking sexy college boys who think they can say let’s go get a few drinks and get to know each other better, ya know, as co-workers, but just kiss you like it’s nothing with those sinful, but so fucking delicious lips of his and then promise you he’ll take good care of you in the office and god the way his hands were wrapped around my—

“—What cha’ thinkin’ about? Me, maybe?”

Baekhyun was suddenly behind me, whispering the second half of his words against my ear like a promise, his eyes flashing with a shine so sweet I swore they were perfect drops of honey— impossible to escape and so, so good.

I choked on the sip of water I had begun to take, eagerly hoping no one was around to hear that.

He backed up only to take the glass from me, setting it down with a resonating clink on the bare desk. I could smell his soft cologne, the same one from last night, and his warmth was so overpowering I swore it took all of my focus not to pull him to me then and there.

“It’s lunch time babe, they’ve all left and somehow it’s just you and me now.” He was getting closer, his words dragging out as if he needed me to be hanging on to each one. “Lunch on me? Or maybe, we could do something else with our time?…”

“Something else?” I found myself saying, though I knew damn well what he meant.

He hummed, his bottom lip taken into his mouth. “Yeah,” he finally spoke after several heavy seconds, “like finishing your report, wasn’t it due this morning?”

Then he was taking two steps back, smiling one of those ass kicking innocent smiles and gesturing to my monitor like he had never once considered doing anything else.

I clucked my tongue, swiveling in my chair to face my laptop again. Fucking sexy college boys. Fucking tease. “You’re right Baek, it was due this morning so maybe you should go to lunch so I can stop being distracted and get this done.”

“You’re already admitting how distracted you are by me, that didn’t take long.”

I tried not to groan, “go away.”

“Ah, but you see, what if you end up needing me? I should stay.”

“I won’t need you,” I snorted, getting awfully close to finishing the report even though I had the urge to erase it all (against my better judgement) and start over if it would mean I could get away from him for the time being. At this rate, I can’t even think, much less function properly.

“That’s not how you felt last night,” he shot back, his voice dropping to that gravely kind of deep and lacing with something so telling that my stomach shrunk three sizes smaller.

Ah yeah, I thought, there goes the last of that function properly.

The air between us shifted as I gave him a once over from my shoulder— Baekhyun just standing there like an open invitation to something so unfortunate and irresistible and simply looking like desire on two feet. His hand reached up and ran through his messy black hair, that gaze eating into me from above and—

“Oh fuck me.”

And then I was out of the chair and in his arms and pushed up against the wall. Skirt pulled up, tie pulled down. Those intoxicating lips of his were against mine like all the alcohol I could ever need in my life and those sinful fingers were touching even more sinful places.

“I knew it,” he left open mouthed kisses against my neck, a smile tracing there that I was coming to see as simply Baekhyun.

“Knew what?” I got out, my hands kneading knots of his soft, tousled hair. He must have liked that, a groan escaping his mouth.

“I knew you wanted to be more than friends.” He teased through breathy pants.

And despite everything, I found myself laughing, and not just the casual half chuckle, but that special opened mouth one that was like actual happiness wrapped in a bow. He joined in and even though we were evolved in one another and giggling between kisses and lost in our touches, I still managed to say a quiet, totally self deceiving, “shut up, Baek.”

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oneskynground · 5 days

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Keeping Up Appearances

• Genres: EXO Baekhyun Fanfic, college au, slice-of-life

• Written as: one short borderline just a prompt

• Authors note: literally the second thing I dropped here. Warning because this is some messy writing. Literally the first draft. Didn't proof read, hope I make sense. English is not my first language folks

Baekhyun is bothered that everyone around him seems to like Nia, the widely regarded student of the arts department. Having transferred in the second semester, the show was basically running when he got here. While hes only heard words of praise about her even from his friends — who'd been here since their first year, Chanyeol and Sehun. He just couldn't put a finger about what's off.

Nia seems to be friendly with everyone as well. Little miss congeniality couldn't pass the halls without smiling to someone, or nodding to someone else while catching up with another. In every department in this enormous college, she had built a connection. With people following and listening to her every word, Baekhyun couldn't exactly recognize if it was charisma, authority or confidence. Perhaps all three.

As the new comer, Baekhyun has the freshest set of eyes. With the point of view to watch and observe with a clean slate. No context of everyone or anything.

That's when he sees it. When as soon as they're out of her sight, those welcoming smiles would drop. She'd be the most reserved person in the room. Her presence is freezing the air.

Nia is friendly to everyone except for him. That is despite the fact they are roommates living in the same apartment. Although when you think about it, Nia is more like his landlord, or like an Airbnb host.

In an ocean of crowds he'd find her. When Chanyeol and the others began to hang out with her, he'd watch him in the corner of his eye. Anticipating how she reacts, how she smiles with every interaction with anyone. Then he'd be in awe of how swift her expressions change. Every now and then she'd catch him looking her way and Baekhyun would see how her brows twitch. That newly discovered dance they make every time keeps them equally on edge.

He was keen on figuring her out as if she's a puzzle with pieces he can't quite put together.

But Baekhyun knew better than to mess with the town's favorite. So he beat around the bush and this bothered ick of his evolved into intrigue.

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paigedarling0506 · 8 months

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Happy Birthday

One shot Paring: BaekhyunxOC; Au: Celebrity!Au

On the evening of May 6th,

I, including our three other friends, gathered at his secondary unit outside Seoul. We planned this simple surprise party as discreetly as we could. This was almost impossible though, given how we often talked in the GC.

However, I guess it also helped that he is a widely known celebrity who is always busy with his celebrity schedules especially lately. So a very long story short, we were able to miraculously plan it well by creating a separate group chat box which we named bhbp meaning Baekhyun’s birthday party.

We were successfully able to set everything up inside his house before he came at around seven in the evening.

We were all giddy and sweating as we heard him unlock the door. As soon as he got inside his dark living room, and before he could even turn the lights on, all five of us left our hiding places and chorused on greeting him a happy birthday. Which I must note, by the looks of it, caught him off guard, as he almost made a little jump, dropping his keys on the floor.

“Fuck-” He hissed, a hand on his chest with eyes wide at us.

We all laughed at his reaction which was an indication that it was a success.

He was wearing an all-black outfit from his cap down to his shoes. His bare face, was handsome, as usual. In short, he was nothing like the celebrity Baekhyun but the one we have known since our diaper years, Byun Baekhyun.

Before he could even say another word, I stepped forward as I was holding the cake we bought for him. The candles were the only source of light amid the still-dim place.

I watched how his facial expression changed from shock to delight. The corner of his lips rose as he finally seemed to have realized what was happening when he saw the cake. We all sang the happy birthday song as we circled closely around him.

He watched and listened to us sing, looking absolutely happy. His eyes turned into beautiful crescents as he smiled widely, laughing in between the songs as Junho and Chanyeong, our male friends were purposely singing off-tuned to annoy him.

When the singing and the laughing stopped, I was the closest to him, with the cake between us. It was inevitable to meet his eyes in close proximity. I smiled at him and mouthed a silent happy birthday which received a delightful small laugh from him.

“Make a wish,” Junho told him before he could blow out the candle.

“Okay.” He nodded, as he closed his eyes for a few good seconds before blowing out the candles.

After the candles were blown, it was Junho and Mina’s phones that provided light.

“What did you wish for?” Chanyeong asked this time, standing close to Baekhyun and draping an arm over his shoulders.

“Well.” He shoved a hand inside his pants pocket and then trailed his attention on all of us, one after the other. “Nah, I’m not telling you guys.” He replied, a hint of a laugh in his tone.

“C’mon man.” Junho tried to persuade him by jokingly cupping his face with his hands. “You must tell us.”

Baekhyun laughed at what he did just as they met eye to eye. We all ended up laughing as it was just a normal sight among us.

“Fine. Promise me you won’t laugh at my wish.” He finally agreed and waited for all of us to nod before lifting a hand to his temple and scratching it. “I wished that we were all in the friendship thing forever.”

All of us fell silent. Mina and I exchanged looks before we did with the rest of the guys. Baekhyun seemed to have wondered why none of us talked. I guess because what he said moved all of us. He, being the Byun Baekhyun the world knows, seemed to have everything in life and could have wished for anything else, but still wished for our friendship to last forever.

If I was not mistaken, I saw Junho and Chanyeong’s teary eyes as they blinked. Mina also wore the same expression while I just stared back at Baekhyun. He never failed to amaze me with his humility.

“You should have made us promise not to cry instead,” Mina spoke, her mouth in a downward curve while she swiftly wiped the corners of her eyes.

It was Baekhyun’s turn to laugh at our reactions.

“But seriously guys,” He said. “You know how much you keep my sanity intact all these years. I draw a huge part of my strength from you guys.” He took a deep breath. “I can’t thank you enough for sticking by my side all this time.”

I remember all the previous times we all set a time to attend his concerts and how he consistently thanked us every single time.

“Yah.” Junho groaned, sniffling. “Who gave you the right to make us cry today? You were supposed to be the one to shed tears because it’s your birthday and not the other way around.”

“Don’t go crying on me now Kim Junho.” Baekhyun tapped Junho’s arm. “You too man,” he turned to Chanyeong.”

“Who’s crying?” Chanyeong quickly denied it as he straightened his posture. “The wind in your apartment is quite strong, it’s hurting my eyes. I suggest you check the ventilation.”

We all burst into group laughter once more due to Chanyeong’s remark.

“Okay, now. You brought some more food, didn’t you?” Baekhyun asked as he leaned closer to the cake, lifting a hand on it.

“Of course we did,” I answered, as I waited for him to taste the cake because that seemed to be what he was going to do.

“Great.” He added as he used his index finger to poke at the cake and brought it to his mouth but stopped.

We all watched him as he fell quiet. I was staring at him, wondering. Then all of a sudden, bringing me utter surprise, his finger wrapped in icing landed on my cheek.

“What the hell?” I asked, wide-eyed.

Then it happened so fast. One second we were just all standing, the next we were chasing each other in the dark as the others joined in the cake-smudging game that Baekhyun initiated.

I was still holding the remnants of the cake that I couldn’t clearly see because none of us even thought of turning the lights on. All I could hear were the random, boisterous laughs of all five of us trying to get away from each other.

I stood in the corner where I hoped no one would find me as I believed I had enough icing on my face already. I stayed there and listened to the others. I heard Mina scream as someone must have caught her. I heard Junho and Chanyeong’s voices too. I wonder where Baekhyun was.

I looked around, squinting my eyes trying to see when I felt a hand on my wrist. Surprised, I dropped what I was holding on the floor, the cake board creating a slight thud.

Though I couldn’t see anything, I knew who was standing closely next to me now. It was his scent that gave him away. It was Baekhyun.

“Don’t say a word.” I heard him whisper.

“You just did-” I replied using my normal voice but had to stop when I felt his hand cover my mouth.

Almost naturally, I made a step back and my back felt the wall behind me. What was he doing?

There was complete silence between us the next seconds the next few seconds. We listened to Mina cursing at Junho and Chanyeong on the other side of the area. We also heard footsteps everywhere as if they were looking for us.

We stayed there, standing next to each other as he finally uncovered my mouth with his hand. Yet, he was still standing very close to me. Then I remembered what he did to me earlier. I realized I had icing on my hands, so very quietly, I lifted my icing-covered hand and caressed his cheek with it.

I heard him let out a combination of a sigh and a small laugh. Even in the dark, I could perfectly imagine the reaction on his face. I had known him for too long I already memorized most of his expressions.

And then right at the same moment, the other guys finally switched the lights on which made me immediately exchange looks with the person in front of me.

A small gasp, almost a silent one, escaped my mouth when I realized that he was closer to me than I thought. One hand was leaning on the wall, specifically the spot next to my head. He wasn’t wearing any cap now which made his bare face free of access.

We heard several pairs of footsteps approaching our spot. Probably noticing the same thing, he stepped back before I had this crazy idea to apply some more icing on his other cheek using my hand. His eyebrows furrowed at my gesture. His mouth parted, probably to say something but the rest had found us.

“Hey losers,” I quickly greeted them, trying to act cool and un-panicked. “Look who I found,” I added, making sure I sounded as confident as I should.

“Woah!” Junho burst out laughing seeing Baekhyun’s face as he took his phone out and took a photo of him. “This is going straight to the group chat.”

“Park Jihee,” Mina clapped her hand. “You are something.” She gave me a pair of thumbs up.

“You mean, she’s dead,” Chanyeong spoke. “If his fangirls know what she did to his handsome face…”

“Well, it’s not like Baekhyun’s gonna share it publicly.” Mina reasoned out. “Right, Baek?”

“Now that you’ve mentioned it,” Baekhyun spoke and he took his phone from his pocket. “I think I can.”

My mind went full-on speed, thinking about what would likely happen. I already picture my future crumbling before my eyes. So, before he could even do anything with his phone, I snatched it from him and gave it to Junho.

“Why don’t you think about it first Baek, hm?” I turned to him. “Think well before you decide to destroy my life.”

“Destroy your life?” Baekhyun asked in return, stifling a laugh. I just know.

“Yes,” I answered briefly before I held his wrist and dragged him to the kitchen. “This is nothing a wet tissue can solve, right?” I told him as I started to wipe his face with a tissue, making sure to remove the icing on his face.

I was concentrating on what I was doing when I thought something flashed. I turned around and saw the three of them a few feet from us, Junho taking a photo of us.

“In case we need more proof,” Junho said as he quickly hid his phone.

“I swear if you don’t delete that photo Kim Junho.”

“Bye,” Junho uttered as he and the others left.

“You guys better start cleaning up my house,” Baekhyun told them loudly.

“Let Jihee do it!” Someone replied sounding very Junho. “She likes cleaning.”

I rolled my eyes before I turned to Baekhyun to resume wiping the icing on his other cheek.

He was already staring at me with a subtle smile on his lips.

“They want you to clean the mess we all made at my house.” He teased.

“Well, as long as you help out.”

He chuckled at my reply as I moved my hand near his eyebrow to remove the icing. I had a moment to appreciate his skin and was amazed at how good his skin was. He’s a celebrity, after all, I thought.

“You thought I’d do that?” He asked, taking my thoughts off his skin. “You thought I’d post it?”

“Well,” I suddenly became aware of what he meant. “If you did, there’s no way I could defend myself and tell the public that it was you who did it to me first,” I added as I was finally done wiping his face clean.

He let out a small laugh as he turned around. I watched him reach for the wet tissue before he got rid of the icing on my cheek as well. I had to blink my eyes a couple of times, processing what he was doing.

“I can do it,” I told him as I took the wet tissue from him. “Just go and join them first.”

“Okay, don’t start cleaning without me.” He replied, a subtle hint of a smile on his mouth.

He’s crazy. I shook my head as I smiled when he left me alone.

***

We spent the next few hours talking and drinking a bit in the living room. We were loud just, as usual, laughing and talking about just anything. Later on, we gave Baekhyun our gifts which he said wasn’t really necessary but was all smiley when he started opening the presents. Our presents were pretty simple but I could sense genuine joy from him.

I gave him a little plant in a pot from our shop.

“This is cute.” He remarked when he saw it. “Thanks, Park.” He added as he stood and placed it on the corner table.

“I should have gotten Baekhyun a whole tree,” Junho stated as we watched Baekhyun go back to his seat. “Then he would smile as wide as that because of my gift.”

“Yeah,” Mina uttered. “He seems to like Jihee’s gift the most.”

“Of course, he would,” Chanyeong spoke. “Hers is the only present that’s breathing. Ours are all dead.” He said in a matter-of-fact tone as he referred to the stuff they gave him.

“They might be dead but I’ll make sure I’d use them well,” Baekhyun told them as he finally sat in front of me.

“You should,” I answered. “Or they might start harming the poor plant.”

We all laughed once more as we went on talking again for hours. Junho, Chanyeong, and Mina were the ones who drank a lot while Baekhyun and I only drank a bit. I have a lot to do tomorrow and can’t afford to deal with a hangover. Baekhyun on the other hand has a scheduled interview tomorrow so he should be careful.

At twelve past eleven at night, the three were all sleepy and seemed to have had enough. Junho was sitting on the couch, back leaned as his head tilted to his right, eyes slightly closed. Mina was lying next to him with her head on his lap. Chanyeong on the other hand was lying flat on the floor next to the cans of beer and snacks.

“Baekhyun, best boy!” Junho exclaimed in a less energetic tone, his eyes still closed. “Happy birthday man.” He greeted once more as he managed to look at him.

“HUSH!” Mina whined as she blindly located Junho’s mouth with her hand to cover it. “You’re too loud Kim Junho. Ugh.”

Junho bit her hand which earned a groan from Mina before she reached for his ear to pull it.

“YAH.” Junho screamed.

Baekhyun and I laughed at the sight of them arguing like that before they both gave in to sleep the next second.

“You’re aware you’re friends with a bunch of crazy people right?” I reminded Baekhyun as I bent to pick up the cans of beer next to Chanyeong so he could position himself freely on the floor.

“Yeah,” He smirked. “Don’t exclude yourself though.” He added as he helped me pick the leftovers on the floor as well.

“What? I’m not crazy as you all are.” I replied as I placed the can in the garbage bag.

He let out a small laugh.

“That’s hard to believe.” He contradicted. “You remember how in 4th-grade school, you told the girls in your room that I was your boyfriend?”

I instantly froze, feeling embarrassed as I recalled that exact memory.

“Well,” I swallowed, trying to think of an excuse. “That’s because they were annoying me and I found out that they sort of have a crush on you, so I thought it was a good idea to make them jealous.”

“To the point you had to kiss me on the mouth in front of them in the cafeteria, right?”

My cheeks felt hot and almost jumped on my feet when Chanyeong sat up like a zombie who had just awakened and pointed at me.

“You kissed him???” Chanyeong asked, staring at me and Baekhyun for a good couple of seconds before he went back to sleep.

“Oh my god.” I turned around, avoiding him. “He’s scary,” I said as I moved to the kitchen to start tidying the counter.

Just when I thought, Baekhyun had forgotten what he was talking about before Chanyeong’s unexpected act, he also moved to the kitchen and stood at the other side of the counter.

“You know that was my first kiss, don’t you?”

My cheeks weren’t just hot now, they were burning.

“Imagine if I get to be asked about my first kiss and I tell them about what you did?” He was suppressing a smile as he finished.

“Don’t you dare do that Baekhyun!” I warned him with gritted teeth, pointing a fork at him as I found one.

He laughed, his head tilting up.

“Maybe if you return it, I’d think about giving you a pass.” He added with a cocky smile on his mouth.

“If you don’t stop with this nonsense, you’re gonna end up cleaning your house alone,” I told him. “And I thought you were going to help out?”

He let out another small laugh.

“I am helping out.” He said in a matter-of-fact tone before he turned around to take the garbage bag and place the empty plastic cups inside. “See?”

I could not help but smile seeing him doing the most mundane things. This side of him that probably a lot of people have not seen.

***

We finished cleaning up after an hour. It was almost 1 AM when I sat on the other couch. Baekhyun went to his room and when he came back, he had with him extra pillows and blankets. He gave Chanyeong a pillow he could use and a blanket. He also made sure Junho and Mina had blankets.

I watched him in silence. For a moment, I wished a lot of people knew this side of him. Of how he takes care of people around him. Baekhyun is such a great person, gifted with an amazing personality. No wonder he’s loved by many.

I noticed how he took his phone out of his sweatpants. It was just then I noticed that he had changed into a matching, grey, cozy sweater and sweatpants.

He took photos of our friends sleeping and I found it endearing.

“Are those going straight to the group chat too?” I asked him, taking his attention.

“No. I’m keeping them.” He replied, smiling before he lifted his phone again to take a photo of me.

“Ya.” I groaned in protest which earned a laugh from him.

He stared at me for a second before he went back to his room. When he came back once more, he was holding a white hoodie which he handed to me.

“I ran out of blankets. I hope this is okay.”

“Yeah,” I answered as I took it from him and wore it since it was indeed cold.

“First you kissed me when we were in 4th grade, and now you’re wearing my hoodie. I wonder how my fans would react if they knew about this.” He teased while I fixed the sleeves that were extra long for me.

“I’m sure I’m going to lose all the hair in my head,” I said in a matter-of-fact tone. “I’d be lucky if they spare my eyebrows.”

“What? No.” He protested. “Don’t say that. They’re nice people.”

“I hope so,” I replied as I leaned back on the couch, momentarily closing my eyes at how satisfying it felt.

His hoodie was soft and comfortable. It had that familiar smell from his fab conwhich was utterly good and relaxing.

When I opened my eyes again, he was also seated on the other side of the couch, he was massaging his temple. He seemed tired.

“You seem very busy these days,” I said. “Do you get enough rest somehow?”

“Honestly, I don’t.” He answered, letting out a small laugh at his remark. “But it’s fine.”

“Baek,” I called and waited for him to turn to me. “I know you love what you do and it’s tough but you have to make sure to take care of yourself…” I trailed off as I faced him, “I hope you get to say you’re tired when you are.”

He smiled at me.

“Thanks, Jihee.”

“But,” I just had to say. “I just want you to know that you’re great Baek, both at what you do on the screen and the very person that you are without the cameras.”

“Am I?” He tilted his head down, the corners of his mouth raising.

I nodded.

“You are.” I smiled at him. “You’re an amazing person Baekhyun,” I paused to exchange looks with him. “Probably the most amazing person I’ll ever get to know in this lifetime. You’re a great friend to me and the rest of the guys. And despite the thousands who adore you, you have never forgotten to greet us on our birthdays, you send presents even on Christmas for all of us, and you go out of your way to spend time with us when you could have just easily ditched us a long time ago.”

“Ditch you?” He scoffed. “That’s unlikely to ever happen you know that.” He momentarily looked at the others who were still soundly sleeping. “The truth is, sometimes I think about you guys getting tired of me and being the ones to ditch me instead.”

“Not after we heard your wish earlier.” I just had to laugh.

We burst out laughing.

“Thanks,”

“For what?”

“For being here,” H answered. “You have not been around for a couple of meetings since you were busy with your business but it’s great you’re here tonight.”

“It’s your birthday,” I said in a matter-of-fact tone. “I don’t have a choice.” I joked.

“Thanks for the plant by the way.”

“You better take care of it.”

“Yeah, I’m calling it Jihee.”

“Why would you name it after me?”

“Because it’s from you.” He reasoned out. “And yes, I’ll take care of her.”

I felt sleepy but just had to smile at what he said. I closed my eyes as I crossed my arms over my chest finding a comfortable position.

“Good night, Baek.” I mouthed in a sleepy voice with my eyes still closed. “Happy Birthday.”

I heard him smile.

“My birthday’s over.”

I felt my lips forming into a curve before I gave in to sleep.

***

The next morning, I thought I heard Junho’s voice.

“She is so dead.”

Who, me? I was still too sleepy to react verbally. Especially when the position I was in was undeniably comfortable.

“You’re right,” It was Mina. “No one can justify her at this point.”

I sensed a camera flash.

“Again, in case we need more proof,” Junho stated.

What are they on now? I whined in my sleep as I turned around to face the other side. Weird though, just as I adjusted my body, another body was adjusting with my position. It even felt like an arm was draped around my body.

And…I hear someone else’s breathing aside from me which I must note was utterly close I could audibly hear it.

“At this point, they’re both gonna be in trouble.” It was Chanyeong who spoke next.

Both? I thought. Wait, BOTH!? Me and…

My brain lagged for a millisecond before I finally opened my eyes and was welcomed by someone’s chest covered in a grey sweatshirt-

I looked up and saw a pair of brown orbs, already staring at me.

He somehow seemed to have just woken up just like me.

Another camera flash.

“More proof.”

It was Junho’s remark that made my brain fully function. I noticed Baekhyun’s arms holding me close to him. And some camera flashes.

“In case we need more.”

I froze. There was no way I'd choose to meet the three pairs of eyes behind me.

Why on earth was I sleeping comfortably being hugged by my friend, Byun Baekhyun?

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good guy

genre: smut/angst

pairing: baekhyunxoc

A/N: Hello loves, this is my first ever series so bare with me here. I’ve actually been quite nervous to post this but I think it’s been long overdue haha. Some of you may know me from twitter and have been waiting for this for sooo long. This might be a series but it depends on the feedback that I receive so please I would love to see any type of feedback or comments! Hope you enjoy.

Byun Baekhyun

You have heard his name before, however in that moment you didn’t make anything out of it. The two drinks that you had previously consumed we’re starting to hit you a little. The only thing that you could focus on was how he had just introduced himself to you. The way his name came out of his mouth was entrancing, he had a honey like voice but at the same time it gave you chills as you heard him speak.

You looked at his finger covered rings as he brought the shot glass over his mouth and downed the bitter liquor. He had beautiful fingers.

You usually wouldn’t be drinking on a Thursday night however you had just been cheated on by your ex-boyfriend of two years the week before and you had been in your house completely heart broken. Your best friend, sehun, decided it was time for you to get out of your house and live a little so he invited you to his works Christmas party to see and meet new faces. You kept saying no when he first mentioned it however you decided that enough was enough. You didn’t need to be sulking and wasting away your life over your ex boyfriend, who clearly didn’t give two shits about you.

So here you were at sehun’s companys Christmas party, drinking by yourself. He had left you alone to greet his coworkers a while ago.

You thought about how you’ve always ended up being alone, ever since you were a child.

Will you die alone? most likely.

You found that thought hilarious and so you let out a loud laugh. You instantly looked around to see if anyone had witnessed you making a total fool out of yourself. You turned your head to the right and fuck, you totally forgot that you weren’t alone.

There he was staring at you as if he was waiting for your reply.

Had he been staring at you the whole time?

You let out an awkward cough, feeling embarrassed. “haha. Sorry what did you say?”

He smirked at you, “I asked, what your name is?”

“oh! my name is y/n” you said while twirling the straw of your mixed drink trying to avoid his capturing eyes. However you failed as you looked up at him.

“what a beautiful name” he said as he continued to smile and stare at you like you were the most interesting thing he had ever seen.

There was a moment that seemed like it went on for much longer than it had, the both of you just staring at each other. He knew what he was doing to you and oh how he enjoyed it. He put his hand on your thigh and you suddenly became all stiff, you saw him leaning closer and closer to you.

“Just say stop and I’ll stop” baekhyun said.

He was touching your hair and putting a strand behind your ear, making your heart race. You knew you most definitely did not want him to stop so you said nothing. He was entrancing and there was something that instantly made you want him.

He knew your answer and as he got up, he grabbed your hand and took you through the crowd of intoxicated people and into a room that looked like an office. As he closed the door he instantly found your lips and kissed you roughly.

“Fuck I’ve been wanting to do that since you came threw my door”

my door.... you didn’t know what he meant by that but you didn’t continue on with that thought because you were too distracted by his tongue exploring your mouth making you moan into the kiss. Baekhyun let out a small chuckle and pulled away leading you to the couch that was in the room.

When he sat down he pulled you so that you were straddling him. You attached your mouth back onto his and felt his tongue in your mouth again.

You pulled away and started to kiss down his jaw and neck. His soft skin against your lips making you not want to ever stop kissing him. You let out a moan as he roughly pulled up the bottom of your dress all the way up to your hips and grabbed onto your ass, making you grind on him.

“Fuck baby I need you now” he stopped your movements and took off your clothes. Leaving you naked in front of him. He raked his eyes all over your body which made you wrap your arms over your torso. Feeling completely exposed.

“No don’t” he said in a serious tone. “Come here and help me get rid of my clothes baby girl” you did what he said and started to unbuckle his belt. He just kept staring into your eyes, with a soft yet dominating gaze which made you feel better for some odd reason.

When you finished he grabbed onto your waist not breaking his gaze from you. However instead of settling you back on his thighs he had you hover directly over his hard cock. He grabbed onto your waist and held you so that your wet hole was almost touching his tip. He grabbed onto his cock and teased your slit with his tip that was spilling with precum.

“fuck baekhyun” you moaned as you grabbed onto his shoulder trying to balance yourself so that you wouldn’t fall on him.

He continued to rub the tip of his cock back and forth on your slit making your legs weak. “Ahhh! Please fuck me already” you moaned. Baekhyun smirked and he roughly rammed his dick into you making you ride him. “mmm fuck!” You yelled.

“You just couldn’t wait no more huh baby?” Baekhyun said through gritted teeth as he grabbed onto your ass.

You nodded and continued to move your hips at a fast pace making baekhyun roll his head back. “You are so tight, I’m not going to last long” baekhyun said. He then grabbed onto your hips tighter and started to thrust up into you faster. Your legs started to shake a little and you knew you were going to hit your orgasm soon. Baekhyun could tell and he then started to rub your clit with his middle finger. “fuck! baekhyun yes” he kept rubbing your clit at a fast pace and thrusting up into you. You whimpered as he took your nipple into his mouth making you begin to cum . He thrusted into you one last time, sending you both over the edge.

You were coming down from your orgasm and you felt baekhyun’s cock twitch inside of you. Indicating that he was ready to come. He quickly lifted you up, the feeling of his cock leaving your entrance making you whimper. He had you hover over his thighs and he grabbed his cock pumping fast shooting his load all over your stomach.

He helped you off of him and sat you next to him on the couch as he cleaned the cum off of your body with his shirt. He then looked at you one last time and got up to put his pants on. You felt a little hurt because he was getting ready to leave real fast without saying a word however you should of expected this from a guy you just met and decided to fuck. So you got up and put your clothes on fast trying to leave as well.

As you were heading towards the door you instantly remembered where you had heard his name. It was from your father, the head police of your city. He had told you once of the dangerous mafia boss who he has been trying to hunt down, Byun Baekhyun.

You felt your stomach drop, how could you of been so stupid.

You turned around and looked up at baekhyun who was sitting in his chair shirtless with only his pants on as he took a sip of whiskey. Chills ran through your body as he smirked at you knowing that you had figured out who he was. What gave you chills wasn’t that you had figured him out but because he knew who you were all along.

“Tell your father I say hello y/n.”

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(Part 1 of Careful,)

The world’s a little quiet today, or maybe she thinks this way because the AC is on full mode. Her earphones are pressed on her ears, and her fingers are running over the laptop keyboard in light speed. Everything she’s doing is an example of tranquility. She’s trapped in this sphere of solitude, and she loves it. The library is entirely empty, too, considering it’s early in the morning for torture. But whatever, she likes when things are clear and monotonous.

Of course, every good thing is bound to the burden of decomposition, and so her quiet is disturbed. At first, it’s just a body that’s hovering over her table. A large body. Enough to darken her desk and wide enough to block the cool air of the AC gushing over her. She’s intending to ignore it, but she’s not exactly good at that. So she takes off her earphone and pauses her monstrous clicking. She looks up, glare taking place over the dead shapes of her bitch face, ready to confront the person stripping her of her cocoon. Only, she doesn’t see a stranger.

It’s a man, and she’s not familiar with men - usually she’s just a virgin in all aspects of the opposite sex - but he’s not a face well forgotten. He’s one of the dudes that people whispered about in the hallways, and even her, an antisocial not-give-a-shit girl has heard about him. She’s a bit mortified about his sudden station over her table, but she forgets about her curiosity to resume her glaring. He winces a little because of her harsh glaring, especially when she pulls her earphones so she can hear the sound of her eyes going absolutely still in the dangerous motion. Besides him stands another man, a taller one, and he, too, sparks recognition in her well-organized mind. But she doesn’t give this other man attention; she only looks at the shorter guy.

“I have a proposition.” He says, trying to keep his voice steady. She’s a little - a lot - annoyed about his demanding tone, as if he’s used to dropping requests that take no for an answer. So, she scoffs.

“No.”

His eyes, which were narrowed down in a way to intimidate her (as if) widen a little, and he splutter. “You didn’t even hear what I have to say!”

“Don’t care, still no.” She returns back to her speedy typing, just to have something to do and to irritate the guy. God knows how well-versed she is in the effects of ignorance. She hopes he too, is immensely annoyed by it.

His narrowed eyes go a little wide, before he narrows them again. He looks down at the unoccupied chair across her chair, then at her, who’s still pretending to be immersed in her ridiculous writing, before pulling the chair out from under the table and plopping his pretty little butt over it. She doesn’t give him the attention he desires, not even when he releases a big sigh of relief. She keeps on clicking on her keyboard, completely unbothered. This makes him annoyed for some reason. No other female has ignored him like that when he graced them with his pretty, dark presence, and no other person has taken it so far to pretend he doesn’t exist, either. He’s damn well-aware of what he does to people, both genders, whatnot with his beautiful kohl-ridden eyes, his thin, pink lips that perfectly curl into a pout that’s deadly, and his killer body. What’s wrong with this woman? He actually came here by the stupid, stupid convincing tactics of his friend to beg for help, and he’s being swiped off like dirt? Ridiculous!

He curls a fist over his mouth like a fake posh man and clears his throat, making her look at him with her deadly, iridescent eyes. “What if I offered you ten thousand dollars for catching a mice trap in the Dark Dungeons?”

The Dark Dungeons is a place in the university’s library where everyone just pretends doesn’t exist for some reason - probably because of all the boring past researchers of the graduated students stacked there - and ultimately ended up being deserted. A lot of students are scared to venter there alone, recapping fake tales about pale ghosts and demons that are there to hunt them. She’s not afraid of such stupidity.

“Okay,” she shrugs casually, pausing in her rapid typing and closing her laptop. The student blinks at the quick gesture. “Pay it in cash?”

He’s dumbfounded; of course he is. He hadn’t anticipated his dumb proposition (which isn’t even real) to be met with such ease. He continues to blink, “But you just said no.”

She shrugs again, crossing her fingers over her laptop like a CEO waiting for a colleague’s destruction. The fist he’s holding against his mouth is put down on the desk. He wipes his expression clear of his flabbergast. She doesn’t allow him to say anything, though. “It depends on the proposition, really, and my capabilities in doing it. I can catch a mice trap in the presumptuous Dark Dungeons, and I will agree on it for ten thousand dollars. This is, knowing you, the only good offer you’ll be willing to give. I don’t want to hear the rest, because I know the rest, and I refuse the rest beforehand.”

“So you know who I am?” He sounds delightfully surprised. It’s the only thing he caught from her monologue, the fact she knows who he is despite only discovering about her recently.

She gives him a look as if he’s an idiot. Then, she returns to her work and opens the laptop. His cheeks flush at that look, still surprised that she’s not even remotely affected by him. He finally gives his companion, a tall guy who casually slipped on the seat beside him and practically occupying the entire space with his large body, a helpless look; and his friend merely shrugs disinterestedly.

“Hey,” he changes tactics by knocking on her desk with his knuckles, his eyebrows slightly growing narrowed as he frowns.

The man’s a little bit upturned by the mischievous twinkle that goes on like a bell on her eyes as she ignores him, a spark that would have gone unnoticed if he hadn’t been sitting close to her. But it’s strange nevertheless to see her, a woman so poised, a woman full of confidence and empathy, show such molecular emotion. Mind blowing

“Look at me. Hey!”

She looks up at him, the twinkle shifting into deep, rooted annoyance. “Yes? Is there anything of significance that you want to tell aside offering a proposition to a complete stranger?”

He’s dumbfounded yet again. “Is that a way to talk to someone? What a potty mouth you have! Do you use it to kiss people?”

She’s the one dumbfounded now, fooled at her own game of ignorance. “Excu.. excuse me! Potty mouth! Me? I’m a polite person, thank you very much. I’m just in tune with reciprocation at the moment.”

He sounds extremely frustrated when he says, “What the fuck does that even mean?”

The companion of the rotten boy clears his throat before she can retaliate, and she gives him her attention for the first time since he sat himself next to his friend. His face is long and droopy, lazy, and his eyes are squinted as if he’s trying to make sense of her tiny figure sitting across. When he speaks, his voice is husky. “Yah, don’t yell. We’re in a library.”

They glare at him, their eyes holding icicles. He huffs. “The last time I’ve been here, the librarian kicked me out for knocking one of his shelves. If he knows that I’m here again, which he will by your loud voices, I’m going to be staked. I don’t know about you guys, but I’ve seen a lot of vampire movies. Staking seems really hurtful.”

They shoot him disbelieved eyes. He puts a hand over his chest. “I have a sensitive heart. A wooden stake will make my delicate organ scar. That’s not good on my resumé.”

The first guy gapes at his friend, whereas she shakes her head in disappointment of being a part of this conversation. She goes back to her work while poking her tongue on the insides of her cheek, trying to restrain her growing fury.

“What?” The tall companion looks at his friend weirdly, “You haven’t seen the resumés I’ve seen online. They have applications out of this world. What if my beautifully intricate heart is required? Don’t want it marred!”

“Why the fuck would anyone ask for an image of your heart, Yeol? What job even requires the internal lookout of your organs?” His friend rebuts.

“How’d I know? I’m not logged in to alljobs.com!”

“Maybe you should, so you’ll be prepared to have a reasonable answer to your dumb shenanigans!”

“Will you both just shut up!” She snaps, smashing her laptop closed (again). They turn to her, blinking. “Why the fuck you’d even sit in front of a person you don’t know and have this conversation while they’re listening?”

They look scorned, cheeks going red. They regretfully look down at their laps, fiddling with their fingers.

“Now,” she exhales from her nose angrily, resembling a red-faced dragon (she doesn’t actually blush, but the running fury that’s gobbling her up leaves her face looking like a swollen tomato). “What the fuck do you want?”

The smaller man opens his mouth to say his demands once again, but she rudely raises an open palm up, squinting. “Speak gently. And slowly. And politely.”

He glares but complies. “I have something to ask of you, a proposition. Actually, you’re not a stranger, at least not as if now. I know who you are.”

She quirks a sharp eyebrow up, unrelentingly and very judgmentally. She’s not the type of person to be swayed over anything, definitely not over this man, too.

He rolls his eyes. “You’re one of the smartest students in our batch, and I kinda have been going through a lot with one of my assignments, so this idiot here told me to ask you for help.” He points to his companion, who salutes mockingly using two of his fingers. “It’s about the aftermath of war, and the effects it leaves on the intermingled classes of eighteenth century China. I’m very bad at writing shit. I confuse my statements; I fail at rearranging my paragraphs; I suck at choosing intellectual perspectives; and I most definitely can’t be on the neutral side to the point of sounding extremely radical. Would you help me write my research? It’s worth a bit of my marks considering I didn’t take the midterm for, ahem, certain reasons,” there’s a soft hue of red that glows in his cheeks, and feeling his blush, he scratches them with his long nails awkwardly.

“No.” The cute color doesn’t deter her at all, and she begins to collect her laptop and books to leave. Or, pretending to. She does not have any thought about leaving, not even when there’s a handsome stranger trying to invade her tranquil space. But, regardless of her wants, such gesture made the man nervous. He snaps his head up, eyes wide, and pushes himself to his feet quickly to stop her from leaving.

“Why not?” He begins to be angry. “Is this because you know who I am? Does my... Does our reputation precedes us?”

She gives him a cooly leveled look. “I only give favors to friends. You’re not a friend. Very simply. I couldn’t care less about your reputation, which does in fact precedes you. People tend to talk about things they don’t understand. The juiciest the gossip, the more people want to talk about it.” She pauses a little, confusedly staring at them. “Don’t you guys know that? When you wear these clothes, pierce all parts of your body, flash all of your tattoos, and walk around intimidating people, they will talk badly about you. Huh, I thought you guys are smart enough to discover this much about the nature of people.”

Whereas he looks startled out of his way with the sincerity in her words, It’s the companion who takes the time to speak. He asks her, his eyebrow raised. “Why’d you think we’re smart?”

She smirks at him, and he’s surprised that it’s actually playful, not malicious. “It’s only those that rebel the constant demands of society that have their heads teetered towards either intelligence, or insanity.” She slings her bag on her shoulder, her face going back to its previous expressionless slate. “Bye now.”

She doesn’t leave. She merely just stands and watches them watching her. It takes the two university boys a second to understand the implications behind her words, and when they do, they groan. They stand up, albeit slowly, and the shorter one dares to shoot her a grumpy, malicious glare, before walking away. The taller one simply tilts his head downwards in a respectable nod before following his friend.

Once they leave, she smiles, and the curl of her lips makes her face radiant, a whole lot flowery than the actual blanket of monochromatic nothingness that usually sticks on her all the time. She sits back down on her seat, opens her laptop, and begins to type again.

Oh the long road. Oh the long road. She sighs in her head, her legs heavy and unbalanced, almost sending her to the ground with how weak they feel. After almost six hours in university, with three classes and breaks in between, she’s finally done with all the nonsense that she, daily, has to face. Actually, university hasn’t been on her mind before in high school when she was in her senior year for this exact reason. She is too lazy for something overloaded like university. But, if she is being honest with herself, she doesn’t see herself in any place besides university, especially if she wants to have a ‘decent’ job. So, she tries to succumb to the voice compelling her to move forward, and ignoring the one that tells her to fuck everything and flop on the ground, dead.

A sound calling her name stops her in her long, angry strides, and she turns to the back to see her friend, Sami, waving for her, smiling so preciously that actual stars appear on her eyes. She’s not oblivious to the crowd gathering behind Sami, all males (and some females) staring at her with eyes twinkling with hearts. She reluctantly wave back, and Sami comes running towards her, beaming once she’s standing in front of her.

“You’re heading home?” Her friend asks.

She hums without a verbal consent. Her friend beams again.

“Great!” Sami loops their arms together. “Lets go together, and while we’re on the way, buy me a cocktail.”

“Alcohol this early? And why should I buy you one?” She raises an eyebrow up in ridicule, even though she already knows the answer to her rather dumb question.

Sami rolls her eyes. “No, an actual cocktail, with fruits and all. And you should buy me one because I’m your humble friend who asks nothing of you at all.”

“You ask for things all the time,” she narrows her eyes, and points at Sami’s earrings. “I bought you those earrings,” she points at her bag. “And I bought you this bag. And those shoes. I might as well buy you a house to live in if I’m already this much husband material.”

Sami grins, beaming, and her grip over her arm tightens. “It’d be so great if my future husband actually pays for all of my things. I’ll be a pretty, studious, working housewife that do things for him and accommodate all of his precious needs. Aw, I miss him already.”

“You should be careful not to say this in front of another woman that isn’t me.”

Sami blinks cluelessly. “Why? I didn’t say anything infuriating, did I?”

She pats her head sympathetically, her hand calloused despite the gentle, sardonic gesture. “Not at all. Not at all.”

They walk out of the university’s large grounds with Sami the one doing most of the talking, the bouncing, and the gleeful intervals; her grip tight around her arm, and her soft laughter surrounding them whole. She wouldn’t say that she was entirely comfortable about the concept of having a friend, but it has been two years now since she knew Sami, and she began to understand that in order to enjoy something beautiful, you have to watch it burn first, which’s why she, despite not liking it, disposed herself of her antisocial behavior, and stuck around with Sami.

Upon the huge gates of the university, she catches sight of the two students who had interrupted her morning study with their obnoxious presence. They’re standing in front, one of them - the tall one - is leaning against the large beige wall beside the gates, and the nuisance - the one requesting - is crouching on the floor right beside him, a fake cigar made of paper in between his fingers. They’re already staring at her, anticipating her exit. When her eyes meet the dark ones of the crouching guy, he smirks, his pink lips thin and inviting. He puts the fake paper in his mouth, pretending to inhale, and then pulls it off to exhale loudly, his eyes suddenly half lidded. He’s staring at her. She stares back, then she narrows her eyes, ticking her chin to the side in a silent request for him to look away. His smirk widens, and he doesn’t look away; his eyes invading her soul to the point she feels something scratch at the surface of her skin, begging to be released.

She scoffs. And almost as if he’s hearing her, he waggles his eyebrows teasingly. She blanches, disgusted, and her facial expression catches Sami’s attention.

“Who’re you looking at?” Sami turns to follow her friend’s eyes before she can look away, furrowing her eyes upon seeing the two boys. She turns to her friend curiously; nervously. “Do you... do you know them?”

She’s quick to shake her head, “Nah, I don’t know them outside the rumors that I heard circulating about them. I think one of their names starts with a B? Or an H? Anyhow, I don’t know who they are.”

“Why are they looking at you?”

She shrugs. “Beats me. Probably think I’m a visible, touchable time loop or something. That’d be cool. Have you ever seen Doctor Strange?”

Sami stares at her as if she’s an alien. “What on earth are you talking about?”

She shakes her head. “Never mind. Let’s quicken our pace. Maybe we’ll lose them in the crowd.”

As if hearing their words, the two boys jump to their feet (the one standing merely bouncing around) and they follow after them like two little creeps. They don’t say anything for a while, like announce their already large presence, and she ticks her head backwards with raised eyebrows, meeting their amused - yet frustrated - faces. She tilts her head, silently asking them about what the fuck they’re doing, and the shorter one of the two shrugs, the taller one smirking a little, the cigarette roll that was wrapped around the other’s mouth now in his. She looks away.

Sami notices her friend’s head going forward and backward, and turn around to give them a funny look, a little nervous for some reason. She looks back at her friend and pulls at her sleeve, a frozen smile on her face. “They’re following us.”

“If there’s an ice cube, large enough to have legs and is following me, and the world is so flabbergasted by it’s appearance, but you’re only concerned about taking your way home without interruptions. Would something happen if I gave it attention? No, you know why?“ she leans closer to Sami and with her big, wide eyes, she whispers. “Because it’ll melt away.”

Sami shakes her head in exasperation. Even after two years of being friends with her; she’s never getting used to her random thought processes. Either-way, Sami doesn’t feel entitled enough to say anything against that, and although she releases a little grumble from her chest in irritation at the skin contact, she doesn’t remove her arm away. Smiling, she leans her head on her shoulder.

“Yah. You can’t just pretend we don’t exist.” The shorter one says, or yells really.

His friend scoffs, and it’s strangely shudder-inducing because of his low grating voice. “We’ll follow you home if destiny calls.”

Sami lifts her head to peek at them, then quickly looks at her calm, astute friend. “Are you not going to answer?”

“A bird could constantly peck on my window and I wouldn’t shoo it away. I’m too lazy.”

Sami’s eyes mellow down, and her lips smile. “But that’s exactly what you do, sweetie. You can’t handle disturbances, especially when it affects your general surroundings.”

“You’re right. I’m going to kick their ass.” She stops in her gait, turns around, and glares; Sami stopping next to her. The two university boys pause in their strides, blinking.

“Question, exactly why was I chosen among the high grades receiving bastards in our class?” She raises her eyebrows up. “Is it because you think I’m easy? Or I’m a woman? Is it because you think I’m nice?” She says nice as if it’s a heinous word created for her personal offense.

The boys share a confused look. Then, the tall one clears his throat, readying himself for the paragraph he’s about to spout. “I’ve never once thought you’re easy, and neither have Baekhyun. We’ve seen the way you talked back to the teachers, and man, do you have a temper. I’m actually a bit shaky right now because I’m asking this favor of you. I’m not a misogynist, man. Why’d you make me something I’m not. love women. I love all wonen. Perhaps a little too much,” Baekhyun, the short guy beside him, is nodding his head sadly, “I’d have told Baekhyun to choose Dahyeon if I thought she was as responsible as you are. But the girl’s a klutz. She ruined a paper of mine once. Won’t let her do it again,” he then tilts his head, his confused face getting graver. “I’m sure as fuck you’re not kind, or nice. I wouldn’t have already been going through emotional trauma just by the thought of approaching you, yet, here we are.”

“Here we are.” Baekhyun spreads his arm with a surrendering look flashing on his handsome face.

Sami turns to her friend and analyzes the stone cold expression on her face. She hesitates, for a second, before she says. “They do have a point. You’ve traumatized half of the population in this university.”

“We still have two more years for you to traumatize the rest.” Baekhyun comments cheekily. When she shoots him a glare, he winks. She’s a little surprised. She hadn’t met anyone who winked at her deadly stare-offs. People are terrified of her, not amused of her.

“How many pages do you want your assignment to be? Mine’s going to be a minimum of eight, considering it’s only a meager homework, so I’ll try to shove your own pages between my breaks to save time.”

Their eyes go wide. Baekhyun actually gulps, unprepared for the challenge. “You write eight pages for an assignment worth ten marks?”

She raises her eyebrows. “You’re here begging for help for this stupid assignment, so I guess we’re both pulling up our shits, right?”

He shuts up.

It’s the tall one that answers. “Any page number is fine. Take your pick.”

She nods, “You’ll have five pages, then. I take breaks in between my classes. I have two-to-three classes for five days aside Saturdays and Tuesdays, so we’ll write two pages every week until its due date in three weeks’ time,” she takes her phone and shoves it in the chest of the short guy. “Give me your number so I text you the hours I’m free on. I don’t give a shit if our schedules overlap. When I tell you to come, you come, with your laptop and all of your writing necessities with you. One mistake and you’re out, get it?”

Baekhyun sweats, especially since her expression is deadly serious and her hand, which is still clutching her phone on his chest is cold, deadly so. He gulps anyway and nods. “Thank you, really. Appreciate it. Is there anything I can do for you to repay the favor?”

She smirks, and pulls her hand off of his chest after he accepts the phone. “A bad boy who knows how to say thank you? That’s a new one. And keep the favor until after you deliver your assignment. I’m not sure you’ll wanna give me any favors after I’m done with you. Say, are you willing to pay money?”

He pales. “I’m poor as fuck, ma’am, expected of a university student, right? Please say yes.”

She smirks again, amused of the panic in his eyes. “Relax, idiot. Just wanna check something.” She turns to the tall one. He’s staring right back at her, eyes wide and brown hair fluffy. For a bit, she’s taken aback by the actual fact of how gorgeous he is. Wide, almond eyes, soft hair, tall girth like a skyscraper, and she fucking loves skyscrapers, the taller, the better. He’s wearing a weird mesh of jeans, a t-shirt, and a jacket, but he’s also wearing a sweater on top. He must be sweating in there. His wide eyes turn a little confused when she merely gapes at him, and she notices. She clears her throat, and rolls her eyes so the spectators don’t notice she’s a weird bitch.

“What’s your name?” She asks coldly. There’s a strange warmth circulating her body, but of course, she ignores that.

“Sorry?” He splutters.

She lifts a sleek eyebrow up, holding herself from smirking widely. “Your name,” she points at Baekhyun, who’s blinking down at her phone like it’s a foreign industrial scam. “This moron’s Baekhyun. Kinda noticed you mention his name. What’s your name? I’m a bit curious to know about the chaperone’s name, considering they’re always so ignored and unappreciated in movies.”

He looks a bit flustered, as if he hasn’t noticed he has been a chaperone all this time. He wipes the slight vulnerability that flashed earlier, twirls the paper stick in his mouth, and gives her a mock salute. “Chanyeol, ma’am, but don’t bother memorizing it. We wouldn’t be seeing each other enough for the need of that.”

She doesn’t comment on his words even though she’s curious. She merely tells herself he’s as weird as she is, probably a little arrogant, but of course not as her. No one’s as arrogant as her. She sits on the throne of arrogance. Her parents once thought she had narcissistic syndrome, those assholes, but dismissed it later on when she gave them enough evidence she wasn’t. She pays attention to Baekhyun, coughing to alert him of the actual fact he has been taking too much time typing gibberish on her phone, and not his phone number. She swears to God he probably failed to reach her contacts. He looked like a dumb loser up close like that, but she didn’t want to judge him so severely. A guy who winks at her instead of shit his pants must be a dumbass, but again, she doesn’t want to judge.

Baekhyun looks up from her phone upon her cough, smirks his annoyingly attractive smirk, and juggle the phone towards her (after locking it, for some reason) she tries catching her phone, and thankfully she succeeds. She glares, about to scold him about the degrading act of her precious gadget, when he all but announces.

“We’ll go see our own way now. Thank you for such precious moment. Perhaps we’ll be able to create more while avoiding chopped heads, from your part, of course. May the grounds open up to present you with a fortunate gift,” he does a whole theatrics of bowing, while simultaneously taking a step back, bumping into an unamused Chanyeol. “Adios, my lady.”

He turns around to Chanyeol, who whispers something to him. They begin to walk away, and Baekhyun says something to the taller guy, in retaliation, which earns him an eye roll. Not taking this lightly, Baekhyun jumps - to reach the tall giant - so he can wrap his arm around his neck, and pulls him into a headlock. Chanyeol doesn’t fight. He lets himself be dragged like a deadweight doll, like he’s used to such abuse, and she shakes her head. Chanyeol seemed cool with his indifference, but perhaps he isn’t the one in total control here.

Sami calls her softly, and forgetting her only friend for a bit - the two boys have extremely large presence - she turns to her. She offers a small smile, showing a dimple to her left side, and Sami beams.

“I’m not even going to ask what the heck just happened,” she offers her a hand, Sami; and she looks at it weirdly. “Ready to go home?”

Sighing, she accepts the hand, and agrees to be dragged home. Sami looks down at their hands; and thinks a little, her brows going all intersected. She shrugs, cooly intertwining their fingers together. She doesn’t even blink at the gesture, having been used to it. Out of character, the only thing on her mind at the moment is those two, strange university men.

Author Note:

So?

We haven’t got anything grounded yet. We still have a lot to cover! The personality of ChanBaek is beautiful, stick to see our dumb yet gorgeous boys.

Also, if you haven’t noticed already, our OC is freaking DANGEROUS! Chanbaek are in for a ride!

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