#byun baekhyun ff

[doiefics]

work can wait for other days

pairing: baekhyun x afab!reader

prologue: what could possibly surprise baekhyun more than discovering you at work on a typical day, but well, he's a gangster

genre: gangster!baekhyun +  established relationship!au + fluff + crack

wordcount: 1,000

warnings: pregnancy + very slight violence

It was a typical Thursday, late in the morning. The commute was rather sluggish, but perhaps it was nothing compared to everyone's speed at work.

They were not to blame, for any exciting thing, no matter how small or big, was always distracting enough.

You see, the brainstorming process starts even before the work at hand is done and dusted, maybe like already drooling over that tiramisu for dessert when your plate barely has starters on it. 

For the majority of people, it was a Friday's worth of waiting, but you were just as impatient and eager—but not because it was the weekend.

As you obstinately paced up and down the waiting area, you were fairly certain that you were irking the receptionist.

However, everything came to an abrupt stop even before the train of your flawless thoughts could reach the first junction.

It was "pretty loud for a hospital." You said these things to yourself in a low voice as you joined the other human meerkats, their necks reaching as far as they could and their minds unusually interested.

Your senses lately appear to be much more perceptive. 

An array of about half a dozen black cars, quick in speed and quick to hit the breaks, creating those overwhelmingly annoying screeching sounds, were to be seen.

Accompanied by a ridiculous number of men, guns appeared like toys in whosr hands. The next thing you knew, the front glass at the hospital was shattered, and even though it was both chaotic and intimidating, you watched this without a look of worry on your face because you were used to witnessing similar happenings. 

"What is he doing over here?" You weren't concerned until now, noticing a strangely familiar face amid the towering, intimidating, strong males. 

Before he could even take off his charcoal black Ray Ban shades, more men were at the scene, dressed in suits and shining leather shoes, wrists with expensive timepieces, you see, like any of those other rich men.

"This wasn't needed, we already negotiated that with you." One of them started pleading and rubbing his hands in front of the Ray-Ban guy, but you knew him too well to be able to predict his next action. 

He sighed. Dramatically. 

"Would be a shame if some killings were to happen at a place like this." He cursed, rolling his eyes and glancing around the hospital. The receptionist, who was in the middle of making a phone call, suddenly halted the process at his gaze. He smirked.

Okay, now that was unnecessary. 

The next thing you knew, he rolled the sleeves of his fancy blue shirt as his men basically yeeted away the other ones. You were sure more drama would ensue inside the closed chambers. Cliche power scenes like those in the movies.

"You really had to be here today, idiot!" You blurted it out, quietly, but not quite for the man's ear to miss it. The man would have been furious and snarky after hearing what you blurted out, but it all vanished at the sight of you. Considering that he was in the middle of attending to business, he was equally as astonished to see you here. 

"Y/N?" He was perplexed. This was the time one could normally find you at work. 

"Don't tell me you broke your phone again." You shook your head as his hands traced to his pockets, finding nothing but a severely cracked iPhone.

He signalled his men, with a flick of his fingers to continue with whatever they were here for. His eyes shifted like those of a five-year-old who just destroyed a pricey vase with his football as he turned back to face you.

"Don't give me that look." The scary man was scared of you.

To get the two of you to a more peaceful location quickly, you grabbed hold of his wrist. If you didn't, it wouldn't be long before gossip-hungry eyes began their customary camera recordings and active involvement on online forums. Picking up what seemed like a report from one of the desks. You had waited long enough. 

"This isn't time for paperwork, why are you here?" The man was chatty as usual.

"I told you about this hospital and its trashy director last week, right? Tough time extracting my money back from him." He went on.

"I didn't want any guns involved in the first place." And he never stopped.

"Really has the balls to come and plead at my face when it has already been about-"

"Baekhyun can you not keep quiet for a second, at least?" In his habitual pout, he attempted to cram his head within the papers before you hastily closed them, overwhelmed with unfamiliar feelings.

"I just hope your children don't end up being as chatty as you are." You crossed your arms and made every effort to keep your face expressionless. 

"Family planning all of a sudden?" Baekhyun was confused, again.

"You might be a big scary gangster or something, but did someone ever tell you you're just as dumb." You laughed at his bumbling expression.

"Wait!" His mouth was hanging wide, and his eyes were sparkling from the bliss he was experiencing. He simply wanted to be sure, and he wanted to be sure so much. 

"Are we.." He stopped. "We're having a baby," As he drew his body nearer, his hands instinctively sought your stomach.

"Well, not just a baby." You raised your eyebrow. 

"We're having twins?" He was basically screaming out of sheer joy.

"We are definitely not going to be quiet, right, guys?" He said as he bent down, placing a quick peck on your tummy.

"Don't worry, Mumma, you're gonna love us either way." He winked, standing up again, this time closer to your face, resting his forehead against yours.

Yet another rackety thud was to be heard, business was being taken care of properly. Baekhyun took a quick glance at the side.

"Maybe work can wait for some other day." 

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[byuntrash101]

Fairy dust

reader x dom!baekhyun

smut | nsfw | mdni

soft dom!baek, soulmate!au, fantasy!au, marking, praising, handjob, nipple play, pet name (baby, angel), outdoor (whimsical forest), unprotected sex, cum inside, size kink (a lil bit), reader is petite i mean she's a fairy so it checks out, brief cockwarming, wholesome, you guys just love each other and you're so cute

requested | part of my 2023 prompts event

As a fairy you are about to commit the unthinkable, show your true self to a human. But Baekhyun is different. You only have to trust the Spirit of the Forest guiding you to him.

[❛ what if i hurt you? ❜ + ❛ you won’t hurt me. ❜]

TUMBLR IS BASED ON REBLOGS. PLEASE REBLOG MY WORK 🖤

a/n: welcome home baby <3

As a fairy you are about to commit the unthinkable, show your true self to a human. But Baekhyun is different. You only have to trust the Spirit of the Forest guiding you to him.

idea : fairy reader, human!baekhyun reader is petite and frail and baekhyun is scare to hrt her. soft dom.

You took a deep sigh as you tried to relax, feeling your heart beat flush against your ribs. But how could you? What you were about to do was crazy, completely crazy. 

Baekhyun was a human. 

Not ever in the history of your village has a human saw a fairy’s true form. Humans were vile, they were destroyers, they could not be trusted under any circumstances.

And yet you trusted him.

Baekhyun was much different from the other humans you had ever seen. You found him for the first time trying to get close to a wounded fox. At first you wrongly assumed he was toying with the poor animal. Somehow drawing joy out of the creature’s suffering.

Your first instinct was to flee but as a fairy you were the prime guardian of the forest so the little speck of light that you were, hid behind a thick tree trunk. Waiting for the bad man to finally grow tired of the helpless cries of the small fox to come to its rescue. With a touch of fairy dust its injured leg would be good as new.

But after a while you noticed how Baekhyun was actually trying to sooth the animal. Gently stroking its fiery fur with the back of his delicate hands, speaking in a quiet reassuring tone. Even if he thought there was not much he could do except be there for the poor little thing until its time had come.

You were absolutely astonished by this scene. It was the first time you saw a human venture this deep into your woods without being armed with one of these fire tubes that shoot metal balls. Baekhyun was kind hearted, patient. Just good.

At the same time you needed to act fast. The fox was bleeding out of its leg. And granted Baekhyun couldn’t do much apart from waiting with the poor animal. You, on the other hand, had the power to change the outcome of the creature's fate… So without a second thought and before it was too late you lept out of your hiding spot, flapping your wings as fast as you could. Getting just close enough swiftly blow some healing fairy dust into the creature's open wound and treat it. You flew away as fast as you came in, not even taking the time to watch the bloody wound close itself back helped by your magic. You wanted one thing: run to your village and be out of danger.

Baekhyun on the other hand didn’t miss the mysterious ball of light coming close to vanish the next second, frantically flickering away. Without hesitation he ran after it. He chased it, voice pleading to the light to halt. He ran as fast as he could but the light easily distanced him. Effortlessly wavering between the branches while Baekhyun was struggling to shimmy between the imposing centennial trees, his feet tripping  over their thick roots and slipping on the malleable and wet ground.

Before he could realize the light fluttered away and you were out of sight leaving his broken pleads behind you. 

But Baekhyun came back the next day and the day after that one and the day after that one. Days turned into weeks, into months but he never stopped coming to the sacred glade. He waited for you everyday until dusk. He knew he wasn't crazy, he knew you were real. Even when you stayed hidden somehow he felt your presence and talked to you hours on end never hearing your voice talking back to him. But he never let go of this hope.

One day you dared the unthinkable. You answered him. You spoke to him. Baekhyun had no words to express the happiness he felt. As time went by you grew close to one another. You spoke everyday and sometimes you didn’t even say anything Baekhyun was just content getting to stare at the comforting light. 

And this unexpected encounter blossomed into a friendship which, in time, also blossomed into something else…

“Hi y/n” his voice chirped from behind you. You jumped. And Baekhyun laughed. This clear laugh that you came to know and love. 

You flew all around his face scolding him not to creep up on you like this. Baekhyun flowed with his creased and amused eyes the frantic light around him. You were so cute he just couldn’t help it.

He held his palm flat in the air and you landed on it. The warm feeling of his hand brought comfort to your heart, briefly allowing yourself to think about something else than what you had in mind all day.

Baekhyun asked about your day, and talked about his. His chestnut brown hair shining under the delicate rays of the sun. But somehow there was an ounce of melancholy in his fading smile.

“Sometimes I wish I could be like you” he sighed, eyes hanging between nothingness.

“What do you mean?” you asked, tilting your head to the side, even though he couldn’t distinguish that.

“Just live here in the forest, far away from the world, far from the cold. Be a small ball of light like you” Baekhyun looked back at you with a sad half smile. 

“You know… I’m not a ball of light that is only the form I take to navigate and guard the forest. I'm not really this small.” you didn’t expect Baekhyun to look at you with such shock, he opened his mouth to speak but was immediately interrupted by an intense cough. While he was choking on air he brought his hands to his chest and you were forced to leave your comfortable seat on his palm. 

“What?” he started in a strangled voice “how come you never told me?”

“I don’t know I guess it never came up”

“So that means your village isn’t a bunch of cute miniature houses in a hollow tree hidden somewhere in the forest?” 

“Well… in a sense it is hidden in the forest, yes. But no it isn’t miniature” you chuckled. Which even if he couldn’t see he picked up on. And he started laughing along with you, this was healing you. Healing him. This felt natural. Like the Great Spirit of the Forest themselves put him in your path that faithfull day.

Silence fell between you. After a moment of hesitation you started again.

“Aren’t you going to ask?” you turned your face to him, even if he couldn’t see he still felt your nervous tone.

“Ask what?” he replied, closing his eyes peacefully as a ray of light was piercing through the canopy. 

“What I look like” 

“No” he answered without opening his eyes. “That’s not something I should ask. Maybe it's against your rules to show yourself, maybe you can’t outside the village, maybe you’re uncomfortable with it, and other reasons I can't name.”

Your eyes started to prickle with tears at his response. You could have never imagined a human being this respectful to another creature. But Baekhyun was like this, respectful, caring. He had so much love in his heart for Life. From the thick and ancient trees, to the ladybug navigating its ribbed bark, to the delicate flower blooming at its roots. Baekhyun had love for Nature.

“Besides, if you wanted to, you would have shown me” he added.

And you wanted to. This was right. You knew that in your heart. Now you just needed to trust the Spirit of the Forest guiding you.

Without another word you lifted yourself, opening your wings. Baekhyun whipped his head to your direction when he saw the little ball of light grow. You radiated a familiar warmth that soothed the atmosphere like a warm open foyer in the middle of december. The light grew bigger and brighter until someone he never saw but knew emerged from it. 

Your bare feet gently landed on the mossy floor as your iridescent purple dragonfly wings gently flapped behind you. Baekhyun was in aw, jaw hanging loose as he eyes you in disbelief. You were cladded in bright healthy green leaves that hugged your frame tightly and long flower petals formed a skirt on your hips. Your beautiful healthy hair cascading onto your bare shoulder and your mysterious and enticing purple eyes bashfully looking back at him. If Baekhyun was to die right now he would do so while being the happiest he ever was.

Just looking at you filled him with plenitude. He felt like he had ascended to heaven. Like he was looking right at the face of an angel gracing him with a coy smile.

���Y/n” he whispered. He opened his mouth to speak but you panicked. If he spoke you would know for sure what he thought of you, the real you and you didn’t want to know. You wanted to enjoy the uncertainty a little longer.

So you kissed him. Prompting yourself up your tippy toes to link his lips with yours, your small hand gently laying on his big chest. At first he tensed up, but then you felt him relax into you, his hands gently wrapped around your waist to bring you closer to his body. When you parted your heart was hammering against your rib and beating in your eardrums, instantly missing his warmth on your lips.

“You are stunning y/n” Baekhyun whispered with a fond smile while gently stroking your back.

“Thank you” you returned the smile. “You don't look bad either”

But you wanted more of him. You kissed him again but this time deeper. Your hands held him tighter and you pressed your small body against his big one, linking your hips. You licked at his lips wanting to taste him and he let you. You moaned into his mouth when his hands instinctively went south, floating on the small of your back going down even further.

When you parted from him and took a step back Baekhyun looked at you puzzled and confused.

“Baekhyun…” you started hesitantly. “I came here today for a very specific reason.” You started while he listened carefully. “I came here to be linked with you…”

“Of c-” but you cut him.

“If you say yes… your life will change forever. You’ll be stripped of your humanity and you’ll become a fairy like me.” Your heart was pounding in your throat, threatening to jump out your mouth at any time.

Baekhyun took both your petite hands in his big warm ones, gently wrapping them with care. When you lifted your eyes back to him his face was beaming, tears brimming at his eyes.

“There’s nothing I desire more than to be with you and be part of your world” he whispered in one single breath. It felt like the weight of the world was lifted off your shoulders.

“I love you y/n”

“I love you too” you replied simply returning his radiant smile as both your hearts sang in unison, binded by love long before this moment consecrated it.

“Now for the passing ritual…” you said, blushing at the idea of what was to come. You lightly tapped on three specific parts of your organic dress and slowly the leaves wrapping rounded your bust and the petals around your hips opened up. Baekhyun was in admiration, to him it was like seeing the most beautiful of flowers blooming after a long winter, piercing through the melting snow to let its beauty shine under the still timid sun. You were magnificent. 

Baekhyun drank in your most natural form, mouth agape as he had trouble wrapping his mind around what his eyes were perceiving. You were the most stunning being he ever laid eyes on, that he was already certain of but to see you completely undress for him, ready for him. Him only... It rocked his world beyond recognition.

You were a little shameful at the idea of exposing yourself but you didn’t cover, you wanted him to see you. With a flick of your wrist Baekhyun’s clothes evaporated into purple dust. And finally you could see him too.

Your eyes trailed down from his long slender neck to his collarbones to his toned abs and to his lower stomach. 

You unconsciously pressed your thighs together when you noticed how worked up Baekhyun had gotten. He was fully hard, his length sitting mighty and in charge right there for you to see just painfully waiting for more.

You took his wrists in between your fingers and placed his hand onto your waist while Baekhyun was petrified, only in his wildest dream he ever saw you like this. You leaned on to him, his big frame completely enveloping you.

“I want you Baekhyun” you whispered in his ear.

Right there something in Baekhyun snapped. He immediately latched his hot lips into the thin skin of your neck, sucking on it eagerly, leaving beautiful blue marks on the places he visited. He traveled down your chest until reaching one of your breasts. He played with your nipple in his mouth, hungrily sucking at it, flicking his tongue around it until it hardened.

You sighed and faintly moaned at his touch, cheeks becoming redder as his teasing went on then you felt his hand wrap around your wrist guiding your hand to his hot and hard member.

“Touch me” he ordered in a tone that was brand new to you. You never heard him go so low and be so demanding, his raw voice awakened something in you.

Your hands firmly gripped his base and when you pulled on his length and pushed back he growled in your ear, sending swarms of butterflies in your stomach.

“You’re so good” he sighed as you picked up the pace. “Keep going” he ordered again with the sultry voice that was making your mind blank.

You kept going until he stopped you. Eyes half lidded, breath short and sweat pearling on his forehead.

“I need you right now” he said before taking you in his arms and lifting you like you didn’t weigh anything, laying you onto a boulder, upholstered with soft, cushiony moss.

He gathered your wetness at your entrance and you whined when you left his tip rubbing you in all the right places. But then he stopped. You looked back at him to find doubt swimming in his warm brown orbs.

“What if I hurt you?”

“You won’t hurt me.” you assured. “Please Baekhyun” you said in one short breath. Even if he wanted to, he could never say no to you.

And hurt you he did not. Quite the opposite. As he pushed himself inside you, you felt the delicious stretch of your walls to accommodate him. The way he was perfectly filling you up felt divine and you couldn't help but to let a moan roll off your lips and into the deserted glade of the forest.

“Baby you feel so good around me like this” Baekhyun said in a guttural groan, trying his hardest not to burst at the heavenly tightness. He leaned his broad shoulders over you to shower you with kisses. “Can I move now baby?”

“Yes” you replied promptly, your ankles unconsciously wrapped around Baekhyun and pushing him deeper into you. He smirked.

“You’re cute when you’re so eager for me like that” he chuckled but the grin quickly turned to another expression when he pulled his hips back, letting them snap back against yours, perfectly fitting each other.

“Yesss” you cried out as Baekhyun went faster in and out of you. “Please this is so good” you said, biting on your lower lip, forgetting about your surroundings only focusing on the tingling and hot pleasure Baekhyun was providing you.

“Baby you’re so good for me” Baekhyun whispered, hands gripping tighter around your waist, pushing deeper with every thrust. One of his hands left your side to go play with your drenched bundles of nerves. The burning pleasure made you arch your back further into the moss, hard nipples hitting the chilly open air.

“Please don’t stop” you begged as your tiny body rocked underneath him, your stunning breast moving at the same rhythm of Baekhyun’s hips rolling deep into you. Bliss was turning your mind completely blank, you couldn’t think of anything, you could only see him, hear him, feel him.

“I’m about to-” Baekhyun grunted, digging his long fingers into your side. Warm brown orbs deeply rooted into your purple ones.

“Please cum inside me” you asked, eyes full of need for him.

And he gladly obliged. He delivered thick ropes of cum deep inside of you right where you wanted and it was the last straw for you. You came under him, bundle of nerves violently twitching under his expert touch and walls aggressively gripping him trying to suck his essence as deep as possible. White pleasure taking over you, making your bare toes curl and your wings frantically flap behind you.

Your fairy dust completely enveloped the both of you as Baekhyun’s thrusts became sloppy, slowing down until he came to a stop.

Baekhyun didn't want to move, he stayed right there taking his arms around you leaning over to kiss you.

“You were amazing” he sighed. You hummed in response, still unable to think of whole sentences after descending from cloud nine.

You rubbed small soothing circles into his back when you noticed two small bumps under his skin. 

“Your wings” you faintly gasped. “They’re growing”

a/n: this was so wholesome. it's a little less heavy on the smut but it felt right. i really let my imagination run free with this one and i hope you liked it dont hesitate to tell me in my asks or comment. feedback is always appreciated. im so happy our sunshine is back from the military. welcome home baekhyunie <3

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[baekxytocin]

Military Discharge (M)

Fluff

Mature

Romantic

Smut

Warning: This is a mature, sensitive content. Please read at your own risk.

*Sequel from 100 Days My Prince.

Character:

Baekhyun

Reader

‘Better safe than to be sorry’

1333 words

Today is the day your husband, Byun Baekhyun, was discharged from the military. Waiting for him for around a year and nine months feels longer for you, though he returned home once in a while. You are thankful to be invited to watch the closing ceremony for those who have completed their military service. He may not notice you taking pictures of him since you are covering yourself with face masks for protection. “Better safe than to be sorry” you remember your husband always reminding you of the pandemic standard health procedure.

When all soldiers who completed military service are dismissed, you finally saw him coming out from the military stage. You wave at him and he sees you too. You can see his smile although he covers himself with face masks. You quickly run to him when you saw him spreading his arm open wide. “Gosh, it’s been two weeks. I miss my love so much” he tightens his embrace. “Me too, hubby…. Let’s go home” and he nods in agreement.

“You must be tired. I’ll drive,” you insist although Baekhyun offers to drive home. He just smiles. Baekhyun asks to drop by and buy some takeaway food since he doesn’t want to see you spending time doing house chores. “I want to spend time with you, my love. All I see was a muscular man at the camp, at the social work…. Gosh, I thought I’m going crazy” you only laugh hearing him saying that.

When you reach home, your husband strictly wants you two to clean yourselves first. You agree with him; since the pandemic is still around though the situation gradually getting better. You ask him to have a bath first, while you clean your hands and transfer the food bought earlier to a few plates. You take turns to take bath while Baekhyun takes his time calling his parents about him being safely and healthily discharged from military service. After that, both of you enjoy the food together. He continues chatting even at the kitchen table, telling you about his military life; what was happening every morning at the social work, the important events, and some memories that he cannot forget while he was doing military service. He feels good to be able to take a break from the entertainment world and has a chance to socialise with professional soldiers, and social workers and be friends with them.

You carefully listen to each history your husband tells you. You share his happiness for being able to complete his military service; as you know that alongside Suho, his military service was a bit longer than his fellow EXO members. “Wow…. I wonder what happen the moment I return to the entertainment world. I must be like when I was still a rookie, being awkward and all that” he expresses his concern. “Don’t worry hubby, you’ll be fine. After all, you are called Genius Idol for a reason” you encouraged him. “Thank you, sweetie. Without your love and support, I seriously can’t face this world alone” He sighs.

He helps you with the dishes. However, when you stare at his body from behind, you feel that his body is toner than before though it’s just two weeks since you last see each other. You can’t help yourself but feel sensual around him; as it’s been too long since you’re not been together. “Hubby….” You slowly get closer to him and hug him from the back. He understands you and he too wanted the same. He finishes washing dishes and immediately hugs you back, fiercely kissing you while he slowly leads you to the bedroom.

Today, going to the bedroom seems longer than you think at the present. You need him urgently. “Hubby, I want you now…. I can’t stand anymore….” You plead. “Sweetie, just a few steps to….” But you don’t care, you fully undress him right before the bedroom. He didn’t argue with you, taking off your clothes until you are as bare as him. You hastily kneel down and taste his long, delicious cock. He grunts while moving his body along with your movement.

You wrap his waist with your right leg while gently grinding your lower part against his, and ferociously kissing each other, as you two explore each other bodies, making you both moan erotically. “You’re fully wet now, sweetie…. I need you now; I can’t wait anymore.”

“Ummm…. me too….” you whimper as you keep grinding yourself against his lower part. Hearing your approval, he instantly inserts his already hard member inside you, while still standing. You two grunt louder. “I want to…. Ugh….”

“Cum around my cock, let me feel your hot juice” your husband takes turns sucking your nipples while holding your waist steadily. You reach your first orgasm, as you squeal louder. Amazingly, your husband releases his warm juice right after you cum as well. Yet, you still feel his shaft hard, and you know well that the round has not ended. “Next round” he takes a deep breath, hurriedly carrying you to the bedroom, and locking the door.

He lays down with you, quickly spreading your legs apart, and he enters you once again, in a missionary position. You keep moaning while clawing his back, but he simply doesn’t care as you two are letting go of that longingness together.

“Ahhhh hubby, ahhhh ahhhh ahhhh ummm fuck yeah ahhhh ahhhh ahhhhhhh” you moan loudly while he slams his dick harder and faster into you, making you reach your second orgasm.

“Hubby…. More….” You beg shortly after taking a deep breath. “Of course, my love” he kisses you.

He places you on top of him again, sitting together upright on the bed, facing each other. His member is still inside you, this time he moves slowly, making sweet love with you. “I miss doing this” you slurred. “Don’t worry, I’m here now. We’ll do this frequently” he kisses your forehead. “Ohh…. You are so tight….” He continues while licking and sucking your boobs. “Ohh, hubby…. Why do I feel yours is getting longer and bigger…. Ahhh ahhhh, do you eat something….” you compliment him while blowing a kiss on his temple, then going down to his ear. “Maybe exercise helps, sweetie. But I could do this all night, your moan always making me hard again and again each time. Moan for me again, my love” you whine harder, your pussy is getting wetter hearing naughty words from him.

All of a sudden, his hand reaches out for your clit while still fucking you, constantly rubbing it making you arch your back while calling his name in fortissimo. You shiver, sending another orgasm over you. Your husband spins you around when you are still out not recovering from your last orgasm and currently taking you from behind while back hugging you. His right hand grope one of your breasts while the other hand caresses your stomach, then down all the way to your sensitive clit again.

“Ahhhh…. hubby ummm…. Ahhh ahhhh….ummm …. faster….” You urge him while supporting both of you with your hands. He obeys you and goes as fast as he could. You both scream louder, not caring about whoever hears it anymore. “Love…. ugh…. cumming…. AHHHH” your husband only manages to utter those words when you finally cum together. He quivers and groans loudly while shooting his warm juice deep inside your womb, and you both fall together on the bed, exhausted from the lovely intercourse.

Even with his eyes already half closed, he is still able to find your lips. You two kiss dearly for a moment. “My best gift for Valentine’s Day ever,” you said. “My military discharge or our lovemaking?” he asks while snuggling with you. “Both” you two giggling while patting his chest fluffily. “I love you forever and ever” Baekhyun hugs you to sleep. “I love you too, until the end of my life” and soon after you also sleep peacefully next to your husband.

Thank you for reading.

Uploaded on: 5th February 2023

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[baekluvie]

obsession | chapter 5 

pairing: reader x baekhyun

word count: 10k

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

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

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

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monster - baekhyun pov

where is my mind - y/n pov

all eyes on me - y/n pov

s&m - both

earned it - both

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Baekhyun's POV

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Of course, he went with the latter. 

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

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

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

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

"Now why would you need to do that?" 

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

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

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

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

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

"Baekhyun. Good to see you." 

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

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

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

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

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

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

Well, it reminded him of himself. 

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

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

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

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

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

"I'm onto you." 

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

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

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

"Let's go home." He muttered out. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Well-" 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"And what would that be, Byun Baekhyun?" 

He freezes. 

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

"Baekhyun. Let's go." 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Junmyeon muttered sharply, "And what is that?" 

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

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

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

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

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

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

Baekhyun clicked his tongue as he backed away. 

"You can't fucking lie to me." 

Junmyeon gapes for a moment. 

"Y-you're crazy." 

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

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

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

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

"I'll fucking ruin your life." 

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

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

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

-

Y/N's POV

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

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

You enjoyed it. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

You looked drained. 

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

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

"Y/N?" 

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

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

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

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

"It's okay though. I'm fine now." 

He blinks, then flashes his perfect smile at you. 

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

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

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

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

"What is it?" 

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

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

You frown at the wording. 

"I... killed-" 

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

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

Now that got you worried. 

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

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

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

You don't give it any reaction. 

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

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

"Anything." 

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

So you do. 

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

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

"I don't care." 

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

"What?!" 

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

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

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

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

You kissed him. 

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

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

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

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

"Y/N..." 

"B-Baekhyun?" 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"What... what do you want me to do?" 

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

"Suck on it." 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"What do you want me to do?" 

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

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

"I... I don't know, Baekhyun." 

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

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

You nod shyly. 

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

"Take off your clothes. Now." 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Say that again." 

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

"Sir, can I suck your cock?" 

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

"Y-Yes. Do it." 

That was all you needed. 

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

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

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

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

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

"I'm speaking to you, Baekhyun." 

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

"Yes, Y/N?"

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

You were in charge now. 

"I want you to eat me out." 

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

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

"O- of course." 

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

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

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

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

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

You note that. 

"- Yes you can." 

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

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

"More, Baekhyun. Fuck." 

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

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

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

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

"Baekhyun, stop." 

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

"Baekhyun." 

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

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

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

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

"W- what?" 

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

"They get a reward." 

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

"Fuck, Baekhyun." 

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

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

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

"Oh, um- ye- yes-" 

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

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

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

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

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

You breathily whisper, 

"S-Say please." 

"Please. Please, Y/N." 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"What?" You ask confused. 

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

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

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

"I agree." 

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

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

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

"Do you have a praise kink?" 

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

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

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

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

You shake your head, giggling. 

"I think it's cute. Hot, even." 

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

"Oh shut up. You're lying." 

You shake your head again, looking down shyly. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Can you say that you love me?" 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"You." 

He clicks his tongue and nods. 

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

Again, you repeat quieter, 

"You." 

He gives you a smug side smile, 

"Who covered for you when you murdered Jihyo?" 

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

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

And maybe. 

Maybe he was right after all. 

But maybe you were an idiot. 

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

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

"I would never- ever, hurt you." 

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

"I love you, Baekhyun." 

You could be an idiot, you thought. 

Just this once. 

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

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Prompt request please and thank you 🫶🏽

Surprise #99 & 109 featuring my only current and always bias… Baekhyun

Baekhyun + Suggestive -love you for requesting my man lol but also just ❤️ you-

(There's only one bed. + This. Never. Happened.)

Baekhyun and you have been on and off for years. Sometimes you were madly in love, other times you wanted to kill each other. It got to the point where the people around you swore they would stop talking to you if you ever got back together again, but the issue is that you share the same friend group. You see and are around each other constantly. There's no way to avoid each other. Especially not this weekend. 

Your friends had planned a short trip while you and Baekhyun were still very much "on". When it was time for the trip, you both swore to your friends that you could behave. That you could share the room you rented without fighting or fucking each other. It'd be easy! Besides, the group planned on being out and about the whole day so the time you spent in the room would be limited.

That is your thought process until Baekhyun pushes the key into the door and swings it open. You both stand out in the hallway and stare into the room. That "Oh shit" moment hits you like a freight train.

"There's only one bed," you meekly say.

"No." Baekhyun charges into the room and starts looking around like he'll find a hidden bed in the bathroom or something. "No, this can't be happening."

You push your luggage inside and close the door behind you so your friends don't pick up on the issue. You face Baekhyun and get his attention. 

"Hey, this is fine. We are two adults, and we can handle sharing a bed for two nights. Okay?"

His eyes meet yours and he slowly nods. "Okay… yeah… Yeah, we've totally got this."

"We'll just make sure that everyone stays away from our room, while also making sure that we get along."

Baekhyun nods along before a weird look crosses his face. "Fuck. I forgot how sexy you are when you take charge."

His words heat your body and you take a deep breath. No. You can do this. You are stronger than your libido. 

Clearing your throat, you say, "We can do this, Baekhyun. We can sleep in the same bed without acting like a couple of animals."

You close your eyes when you realize you've just reminded both of you of how wild the two of you can get together. When your mind replays your past trysts on a loop, you let out your own curse words. This isn't going to end well.

"We've got this," Baekhyun says to remind you.

When you nod and finally open your eyes, the heat in Baekhyun's stare confirms that neither of you has this. You're going to be on each other before you can stop it, and you quickly realize that you don't even want to do that.

"We don't have this," you whisper and Baekhyun shakes his head.

"Not at all."

The two of you come together as fast as your legs can carry you. Your lips clash together while your hands touch everything they can. The taste of him is so damn addicting, and you never want to stop being with him. You want to be lost in Baekhyun forever, but you know that it's fruitless.

You pull away long enough to say, "This. Never. Happened."

Baekhyun nods before pulling you back to him and then directing you toward the single bed.

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[niawritess]

Once Again | BBH

Theme; Fluff, Angst, single-parent, arrange marriage |

Member; Byun Baekhyun.

Synopsis; Played by the fate, and losing their loved ones, Lee Gayoung and Byun Baekhyun are given yet another chance to tie knots but are their hearts ready to be solace of each other, once again?

Hello, after a long time.

So, this is the story I have completed not a long ago on my other sites where I post my stories as wattpad and Asianfanfics and since I can't post here so I'm laying out the links for you to read it if you're interested in reading this story.

Love, Nia💕

Twitter; Niawritess

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[thinkyoureholy]

Guess Who [4]

[A/n: I was listening to my playlist called Sad Bitch Hours when I wrote this sooo uuuhh😬👉🏽👈🏽 also don't kill me for the end it wasn't entirely my idea]

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Pairing : Kim Jongin x Reader / Byun Baekhyun x Reader

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

Words : 2.6k

Pt 1. Pt 2. Pt 3. Pt 4. Pt 5. Pt 6. Pt 7. Pt 8.

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-Y/N’S P.O.V-

I looked at the screen in front of me in horror, leaning back in my seat and trying not to let my emotions show. Were these his true colors after all? Had I fallen in love with a complete monster? I watched as Baekhyun beat this man to a pulp, a wicked smile on his face the whole time. I set my jaw the moment I saw him pull a gun out, noticing the glint in his eye when he stared at the gun in his hand. Did he look like that when he pulled the trigger on me?

“Y/n?!”

Jongin’s voice broke me out of my head, my eyes leaving the screen and looking over at him. He turned the screen off, placing his hands on the desk that separated us and leaned forward, a concerned look on his face.

“Are you listening?”

“Huh? Yeah…”

He scoffed, “Then what did I say?”

I opened my mouth to repeat his words but I came up blank. I had been too entranced in the video that I had blocked out everything. I looked around to see Sehun and Chanyeol in deep conversation while Junmyeon and Jongdae leaned against the wall, spacing out themselves. I brought my eyes back up to Jongin, giving him a sheepish smile, a sigh leaving his lips.

“I was asking you what you wanted to do. After seeing he hasn’t changed and he’s gotten worse what do you want to do?” He asked, drawing everyone’s attention.

I stared down at the desk for a few seconds, thinking back to what I wanted to do. I wanted my revenge, I wanted him to suffer the way I have these past few months after knowing the truth but seeing him like this had me rethinking a few things. Would anything I do even affect him? He looks so far gone in the video I don’t even know if what I have planned would phase him. Even if he wasn’t like that I had no idea if the plan I had up my sleeve was any good. Jongin let me take the reins on this but I knew close to nothing about all this. I had gotten a glimpse of this life almost five years ago but Jongin and the others had done a good job of keeping me out of most of it I was left clueless most of the time.

“I...I want to go after his dealers. It looks like he’s already picking them off himself but it seems like it’s only the ones that have betrayed him. We need to look into the ones still working for him, if we get rid of them it’ll be easier to draw him out.” I said, gaining confidence the longer I looked at him.

“I can give you a list of all of them, it’ll be easier to narrow everything down with a list.” Jongdae said, stepping forward.

I nodded, thinking about it some more. I needed to go with them on these little escapades or else he’d only come after them, thinking they were the masterminds of this. I was hesitant though, I knew they wouldn’t like the idea of me tagging along and if another argument broke out some more ugly words would come out to play. I still needed to have a private talk with Sehun to try and fix our broken relationship if it got worse with another argument there’d be no saving it.

“What is it?” Jongin asked, watching my expression closely.

“I want to-”

“If you’re gonna say you want to tag along I’m gonna tell you right now that’s out of the question.” Sehun said, his voice firm, “The first few dealers will be relatively easy to deal with but once the asshole finds out we’re hunting them down he’s probably going to have some security on them. It’ll be too dangerous for you to be there.”

“I know how to defend myself.”

“Clearly you don’t” He retorted, his eyes on my chest, staring right at the place a bullet pierced my skin.

I set my jaw at his words, clenching my hands into fists. Jongin already started to put Sehun back into his place but I stopped him, slamming my fists onto the desk harshly, drawing their attention. I tried to keep the tears of frustration from falling from my eyes as I stared him down.

“I’m not the same weak little girl you once knew Sehun I-”

“Yes. Yes you are. You’re even weaker now. If you weren’t so weak we wouldn’t even be having this discussion. If we’re doing this you are not going and that’s final. You didn’t listen to me back then and look where that got us. You are staying here.” He said, taking a step closer to me every few words.

I ground my teeth together, kicking my chair back as I went to stand in front of him. Before I even made it around the desk Jongin stopped me. He wrapped his arm around my shoulders from the front as I tried pushing passed him. I tried to shove him off me but he was too strong.

-Jongin’s P.O.V-

I stepped in her line of view, grabbing her shoulders with my hands and force her to look at me, “Hey...hey calm down. Fighting isn’t going to get us anywhere.”

“Jongin I am not fucking staying-”

“I know. I know you’re not and I’m not going to ask you to stay behind while we do all the dirty work. I know how much this whole thing means to you and I won’t ask that of you no matter how worried I am, I don’t have that right,” I said, bringing my hands up to cup her face, “Listen to me, you’re going to go with us whether he likes it or not alright? For now can you wait outside with Jongdae while I talk to him and the others? Can you do that for me doll?”

I could see that the fire that was burning just a few seconds ago had simmered down. I sighed internally at her nod, letting her go. I remained standing in between her and Sehun as she walked out of the room, Jongdae following after her. As soon as the door closed before her I turned on my heel and sucker punched Sehun in the face. He stumble backwards in the desk. Before he had the chance to recover I had gone over to grab him by the collar roughly.

“You’re going to listen to me and you’re going to listen good. You say shit like that to her again I’ll-”

“You’ll what? You’ll do worse than what Baekhyun did to me?”

“Yes. I’ll take your other eye, your tongue, an arm if I have to. If I ever hear you talk to her like that again in front of me then I’ll rip your innards out of you myself you fucking prick. Do you have to throw that shit in her face all the time? Do you think she’s not already living with the guilt?” I asked, watching his eye dart away from my piercing ones,

“It’s nothing compared to the guilt you’re living with…”He mumbled under his breath, not even bothering to look into my eyes.

I set my jaw at his words, “You’re right. The guilt I’ve had to live with for the past five years is worse, so much worse. Everything I’m doing right now is to try and make amends but it’ll never be enough. I’ll take this guilt with me to the grave but I’m not the only one that should be carrying it. If you had just deleted that fucking video from the very beginning Baekhyun wouldn’t have been able to find it. If you didn’t wait until you had come back here to delete it he would’ve never gotten to her, so I’m not the only one to blame here.”

I pushed him away and took a step back, combing my fingers through my hair, pulling at the roots, “Her heart gave out on us twice Sehun while she was in that damn coma and you’re here being a fucking asshole. I get that you’re angry but direct that anger to him, not her. Myeon said her heart can give out any minute for fucks sake! Cherish the time you have with her instead of creating a bigger wedge between the two of you. She’s strong but not that strong. Any more of your bullshit and she’s sure to break...and I will never, never forgive you for it if she does.”

And with that I turned on my heel and walked out of the room, slamming the door behind me. I let out a groan of frustration, throwing my glasses aside as I rubbed my hands over my face roughly. I had been pushing that thought to the back of my mind the whole time but it had come out in the heat of the moment. Junmyeon had pulled me aside two months ago to tell me Y/N’s condition wasn’t improving much. When I had asked him why he said the bullet was so close to her heart, it actually grazed it quite a bit. Any kind of damage to the tissue was serious and a bullet doing the damage was as serious as it got. He told me her heartbeat becomes too irregular and it actually stops beating for a second or so. He had compared it to sleep apnea but it happened while she was awake and fully conscious. When he told me that I had cut off all her physical training, opting to teach her how to use a gun instead, it was a good thing she had only been training for two weeks. I had told him to keep that news between the two of us but now with my big mouth Sehun and Chanyeol knew. Y/N had yet to find out. I knew she had the right to know but this will just stress her out even more, that is if she hasn’t caught onto it herself already. She was a nurse so she must be suspicious about it.

I crouched down, trying to get my thoughts back in order but they seemed to chaotic at the moment. Right now the most important thing was to go talk to her. With a heavy sigh I forced those thoughts to the back of my mind, combing my fingers through my hair one last time before standing up and heading to where I knew she’d be. As soon as I walked into the library I shared a look with Jongdae, Jongdae not saying anything as he exited the room, leaving me alone with Y/N. I found her in the back, sitting on the floor with her back against the wall, staring off into space. I crouched down in front of her, waving my hand in front of her face to get her attention. I watched as her eyes refocused, smiling softly to myself.

“Run the plan by me again. I want to make sure we’ve got all our bases covered.”

-Y/N’s P.O.V-

I slipped my gloves on, the cold air reminding me what time of the year it was. I watched with cold eyes as they pinned down the men. Deep down I felt a little bad for going after them instead of going directly for Baekhyun but this was the only way to draw him out. The boys had already raided their place and when they found no traces of them this was the only thing we could do. I slipped on my hoodie, hiding my face from the cameras up above. We had decided to do this one out in the open where the cameras could catch us. Sehun would then keep an eye on them to see if anyone hacked into them. From then on we’d go after them.

Jongin stood off to the side, his hands stuffed deep in his pockets. He gave me a look when Chanyeol pulled his gun out, the other three following, waiting for my signal. I sighed heavily, standing next to Jongin before reaching up to lower my hoodie, showing my face to the cameras. I gave them a nod, turning to Jongin as I heard the gunfire. I tried not to jump from hearing the sound, Jongin reaching out to grab my hand, lowering his hoodie.

“You ready to give him a show?”

Instead of giving him an answer I reached out to grab a handful of his sweater, pulling in towards me and crashing my lips against his. He seemed a bit surprised at first but he recovered quickly. As our lips moved in sync he wrapped his arm around my waist, pulling me in even closer and eliminating the space between us. The kiss went on for quite awhile but I couldn’t find it in myself to pull away. His lips were too addictive for me to move away so quickly. I knew I was in trouble when that thought crossed my mind, being reminded of the times before all of this. Jongin smiled into the kiss before slowly pulling away, resting his forehead against my own. I had kept my eyes closed, trying to regulate my breathing and my heart beat. I heard him chuckle softly, pulling me in for a hug, hiding my face in the crook of his neck. He held me in his arms tightly, telling the guys to pack up and go. I had finally opened my eyes by then, looking up at one of the cameras. Half of my face was hidden but I’m sure he’d be able to recognize me. My eyes were empty aside from one thing, hate, showing him with my eyes just how much I hated him.

-Baekhyun’s P.O.V-

“Jinhyuk’s dead. Kyungsoo’s heading back over here now.” Minseok said through gritted teeth, opening up his computer immediately.

“What? What do you mean he’s dead? Who the fuck killed him?”

“That’s what I’m gonna find out.” He said, typing loudly on his computer.

I kicked at the coffee table in frustration. This was the third dealer that’s been killed, what the hell is going on? I paced around the room trying to figure it out myself. I had been so wrapped up in my own thoughts I failed to hear Minseok calling me until a pillow hit my back. I turned to face him, seeing how pale he looked. I furrowed my brows at his expression, going over to him. He turned his computer to me, showing me the video he found. I recognized four of them immediately, my blood beginning to boil. Two of them had their faces covered but I’d be able to recognize Junmyeon, Sehun, Chanyeol, and Jongdae anywhere. Just as I was about to slam to laptop closed in anger I froze, watching as the two that had their faces covered lowered their hoodies, exposing their identity. The breath left my lungs as soon as I saw her, my face paling. She’s alive. This--This whole time...she was alive. I-I didn’t kill her...but...but how did she survive I could’ve sworn that bullet went through her heart. Just as these thoughts were clouding my mind I watched as she pulled Jongin into a kiss, my jaw setting at the sight. I clenched my hands in anger as I watched it go on for far too long. I watched as they moved away, Jongin pulling her into a hug. The moment I saw her eyes looking up into the camera over his shoulder my heart dropped to the pit of my stomach. I stumbled back, my knees giving out as only her name slipped passed my lips.

“Y/N…”

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[baekhyuq]

Screen

11:01 PM Jan. 26, 2018

He was staring at the movie playing on the screen while she was staring at him. The room was dark safe for the blue light the television reflected onto both of their skin. The screen illuminated his features, lighting up the bridge of his nose, pouty lips and soft eyes. Her heart swelled with adoration and she felt at peace. She had the urge to hug and shelter him from the world, anything deemed violent never coming near his precious soul. She couldn’t help but let her mind wonder, what she did to deserve such an angel, she wasn’t famous or a special model, hell she wasn’t even rich but he chose her. She was the one he wanted and it made her wonder why.

He was perfect in all forms he was a person who was just so perfect she would never want to ruin them. Her chest tightened as her eyes became literal hearts. She loved him too much...She moved closer to His side and hugged him, resting her head on his shoulder. ✨💌💐

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[damselofblueroses]

Bambi, Ch. 3 R U Ridin? Part II

You are my Bambi, girl, I am your candy, tell me what are you waiting for?

Summary: As an archaeologist who works on the Ancient Greece, you were on the verge of excavations’ session. While you have been preparing your team, you learned that your institute decided on your team has to work with another team as they wanted the outcome as a collaboration. The head of other team was your biggest rival, a scumbag in your eyes: Byun Baekhyun.

You two were supposed to work together for three months, in a Greek Island, Chios.

Could you manage to not kill Byun Baekhyun for three months?

Chapter Summary: Byun Baekhyun and the Reader remember the day they spent in UN Village together while they are heading to Chios.

Word Count: 13k

Content: AU, heavily Greek mythology, enemies to lovers.

Warnings: Well, the story contains NSFW/Smut, please minors do not continue.

Note: This story will be 7 or 8 chapters if I will not change my mind in the meantime. It is inspired by my major; however, I do not have a complete knowledge on archaeology, I am a historian. If I will make a technical mistake, please let me know. I am willing to receive any kind of feedback; you are more than welcomed to drop a message.

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Chapter 3: R U Ridin? Part II (13k)

This chapter is a special gift to my bestie. I got your back, bestie <3

"I have no intention.” he slightly snorted when he pulled back for a good breathe, your heart was uncontrollably ramming into your chest. “Not when I finally have you in my arms.”

Your face heated like a pile of coats lit aflame.

Baekhyun’s pupils expand as his gaze to meet yours, he raised his hand and dragged his finger on your face, from forehead to chin while his other hand started to draw circles on your navel.

Delicately.

“Baekhyun,” you murmured, and unfortunately you were too naïve to try your feelings as he had gradually turned your brain into a mush. He kissed you and his kisses were like fire. It was meant to stay on you, marked you and burned you. He sighed into your mouth as he let himself drown deeper in passion.

It was not chaste since beginning, but now, you allow him to taste you enough to had him melting into your sweet flavour. His lips were crashing yours, bruising them, burning you to your cores and exciting you with the intensity he had. You have already crossed the line and you had no idea how to face Baekhyun later on, when you were going to be sober and awake, but now, you just want to feel him more.

All of him.

He broke the kiss just for a second, just for a breath. He’s already felt dizzy, he was going to be fucking you tonight and he was going to be fucking you for the rest of his life, as he’s already decided. When Baekhyun put something in his mind, there was no example of him turning his head from what he wanted.

He wanted you, therefore, you were his. That’s your fucking fate that must be accepted by humans on the earth, angels in the heaven and demons of the hell.

The hell, he’d let you slide out of his arms. You must be crafted for him with all the wits and nerves in this pretty head. You must be made for him with this soft and tiny body, just for Baekhyun to hold you, carry you, hover you, make you his and only his.

Did these make him obsessed with you?

He did not think so.

Did these make him in love with you?

Baekhyun would like to prefer calling as even a yandere, rather accepting he love you to the bits and pieces.

“You are so beautiful.” he heard his own voice. Hoarse as fuck. “You are so fucking beautiful; you drive me crazy.”

You blushed and giggled, as you were tired of holding all your defences to protect yourself, trying to trick your own mind and heart. You have been dying for this goddamn boy.

And the boy in question suddenly realized that his hips decided to move without a warning to his brain as he pressed you into the wall and grinding on you. He shut his eyes due to the pleasure you are giving him without noticing.

“I…” he trailed off, clearing his throat. “We have a problem.”

“What?”

You were ready for the worst. You were ready to hear he did not want to spend the night with you. You were ready to learn that he changed his mind.

But nothing could prepare you for his reply.

“I do not want to fuck you on the wall.” he muttered. “Well, not today.”

“It is impossible.” you snorted. “Even in your dreams, you pervert.”

“A man can dream.” Baekhyun inhaled your scent, cupping your hot cheeks kindly. “I often dream about you.”

“I am sure those dreams are also pervertish like you!”

“I already realized you are into degrading, sweetheart.” he brushed his nose to yours. “But I did not think you do it wholeheartedly.”

“I am n-

“But” he literally attacked to your lips. “I am also very into shutting your mouth.”

Something was growing inside your chest, something awfully made you to tangle your arms around his waistline and dragged him into your body, deepening the kiss. Baekhyun froze just for a second, stunned by the sudden encourage in your hands, then the only thing you could feel was his lips, shaping a sheepish smile almost on the next second.

“I’ve been dreaming since ages,” the tone he used made you blush in the blink of an eye, because you did not believe that you were going to like it the rest of his line. Or you would like it a way too much. “The wide range of ways I’d choose to have you, make you mine. So, you can tell that giving yourself fully to me feels like a damn treat to me.”

“How about using your damn mouth for useful tasks?” you felt suffocatingly hot and wiggling like a worm under the fire, then the realization of how Baekhyun would like to take your words hit you like a truck. “Oh, damn it, I did not me-

“Ah, we will come to that step.” He fucking smirked on your skin. “I will show you all the things I can do with my damn mouth.”

It was frightening how you feel so okey with everything came from his damn mouth, but it was even more frightening that how you craved for the things he just promised to you. You wanted to scream, you wanted to break something due to the tension going through your veins, but Baekhyun seemed like he could tease you for the rest of the night.

You changed your mind, untangling your arms off Baekhyun’s shoulders.

You wanted to break Baekhyun, but you did not know a single thingto be beneficial for your goal. Obviously, you were aware of there are many ways to please someone, but theoretical speaking could accompany to you like two or three steps more.

Kissing him like crazy? you inwardly thought, fingernails sinking into your palms. What the fuck I was doing? It seems ineffective.

It is like having two Indy in the same table and letting them to hold a conversation about how to give hard times to their mutual crush. One of them seemed more mature, more confident, and experienced, instead of the other one who looked like a lost puppy. It was crystal clear which one you would kill to be.

Handjob then? You gotta be kidding.

Blowjob? Jesus fucking Christ, girl, do you even know how you can perform such a hell of a job?

You were left to your own devices once Baekhyun cut the show in your mind by leaning half of his weight on you.

“Hey,” you have never heard his voice soft to this degree. “What happened? Why don’t you look at me? Do you wish me to go?”

He never sounded like he truly meant his words. Your idiot heart found the way he looked at you extremely endearing.

“No.” you shrieked eyes wide. “Stay.”

“Why don’t you look at me, then?” he sighed, running a hand through his hair. As you waited in silence, Baekhyun really became unconfident with his words and acts. Did he offend you? Did he talk too much? Did he do something to make you feel uncomfortable? Why do you insist on averting your eyes from him? “Indy?”

The nickname.

“Baekhyun.” you inhaled, darting your eyes to his face with all the power you have, giving him a real reason to forget how to breath. “I’ve been dreaming about you since ages, too.”

Well, that was the last thing Baekhyun could hope to hear from your lips, but you did not stop there, you could not stop your goddam mouth anymore.

“I want you to have me like there is no tomorrow.” you muttered. “I want you to mark me, make me yours and never let me go.”

Baekhyun noticed the fire growing in the deepest and darkest areas of his mind, burning, and destroying everything he believed he knew very well, till now. You were shaking his world from its pillars with fucking words. Not even the best ones, not the greatest fantasies he heard until now, but you were tearing him to his bits.

“Tel-

“No.” you placed a finger on his plush, pinkish lips, then a smile shaped on your face. “You listen, I talk. Or I will not give you head.”

“Do you know how to give head?!” his breath hitched in his throat.

“No.” you shamelessly admitted. “Does it matter? I am sure you want to educate me.”

“Indy, I warn you, do not g-

“Should I not dare to give further information?” your finger wandering from his lips to his neck, drawing circles on his porcelain skin. “Oh, too bad.”

You pushed him till his knees hit the bed, as you managed to catch him like a rabbit, gazing the car lights, he fell down onto the bed without even noticing as he was watching and hearing you in such an awe.

“Too bad for Baekhyunnie.” you literally cooed, the fire inside Baekhyun’s eyes went crazy after hearing the nickname, he did not understand the transformation happened in front of him in nanoseconds, or when he gave the control to you, but he realized he fucking loved to see you like this. Straddling him like you own him, hovering his body and unconsciously starting to move your hips to catch a friction. His hands moved to your hips without realizing. You had him putty in your hands, and Baekhyun enjoyed every seconds of the show you are performing. “Because a good boy has to listen, right?”

Damnit, you thought in your mind. What the fuck I said just now?!

Baekhyun gulped and glanced at you as he could not believe whatyou are turning into. You were looking like a vengeful goddess taking his breath away from his lungs. His forearms tightening and threatening to form fists on the bedsheets.

“What did you call me?” his voice was almost muffled down by your breathing.

“My good boy.” you repeated yourself without hesitation. You were not sure what the heck you were doing, but you were definitely intoxicated with the spell he put on you. “I want you to break me apart, Baekhyun. Shake my world till I cry, till the only thing I can say is your na-

Baekhyun now is the one who closed the gap between you this time, kissing you like his whole life depends on the kiss. When he pulls away, your heart palpated, stomach swirled in a fucking row. He wets his lips, framing your face with his hands, pulling you onto his forehead.

“I am going to give it to you.” he promised. “I am going to make you feel just good till I will be sure of you’d comeback to me all the time. I am going to fuck you till you sing my fucking name.”

Baekhyun sighed into your mouth, his eyebrows furrowed as he let himself drown deeper in his lust for you. He invited you to taste him, he allowed himself to own you like he wanted nothing but being sure of you melt into his tongue.

He set your whole being ablaze with his kisses, burning you to your core with a passion that could be the rival of blazing sun.

He kissed you like you were oxygen, and he was dying to breath. He turned, pressing his body onto yours, his hands travelling around your hips and legs, tangling your legs around his waistline.

You could feel that you managed to break Baekhyun’s will on teasing you.

And you have never ever been so wrong in your life.

“I am going to be sure,” he landed both hands on your shoulder, grabbing you and peppering kisses on your neck. “You are going to take everything I give and be fucking happy to oblige me.”

“Okay,” you never spare him a glance. “Stop, you little jackass.”

Baekhyun consumed your lips like kissing you pays his rent, chuckled like a little devil just he is, wandered his hand through your body like casting enchantments on you.

He kissed you with his heart, pouring everything he has into the kiss, warming you up, turning you stupid, feeding you with a honey liquor from his goddam, skilful and sinful mouth.

Both of you are now consumed with desire but in the back of your foggy minds, both of you notice the very fact that you are driven by mutual affection, care, and love on top of desire. You were composed by tangled limbs, heavily breathings and hearts are thundering loud. You caught the taste of mint and cinnamon on his tongue, and it tosses your senses back to dishonesty. You did everything in your power in order to persuade yourself you only want him this way because lust is your driving force, and he is nothing but a goddam full course of meal in the best example of mankind.

“I do not love you.” you heard your own voice. “Do not get wrong ideas.”

“If you think I would go on my knees after this,” Baekhyun smirked, you could feel his lips following an invisible path from your neck to the valley between your breasts. “You are fucking wrong, sweetheart.”

“Good.” your heart skipped a beat when he holds you by the nape, taking control of your body while you move unconditionally, bringing him back to your mouth again, fingers found their way to the collar of his hoodie. You did not ever want him to stop, you did not want to stop.

“I definitely go on my knees during this.”

You wanted to hate him, you wanted to kick him in the most painful and sensitive areas, but Baekhyun made you feel wanted and no one could make you feel the way he does right now. He was demanding and passionate, rough and soft, cold and warm, sweet and sour at the same time. To you, Baekhyun was overwhelming, and there is nothing dangerous more than a man who knows how he made his girl feel. He was so captivating, so alluring, so dangerous and his eyes were equally as dark as they were reeked of masculinity and femininity.

“Shut the fuck up, Byun.” you softly kicked his thigh, made him chuckle.

Even though Baekhyun looked like he is on the driver seat, his control wass just deceiving as he has never felt the fire consuming him when you hungrily, feverishly kiss him back, pulling him to yourself just like the proximity between your bodies were killing you. Baekhyun was only a few steps back from losing his mind.

He thought he just want to fuck you just fine. He believed if he could fuck you, his hunger for you would be end as he’d fuck and ditch you, aftermaths.

Lord, he has never been so wrong in his life.

When he held you between his arms, he noticed the most important aspect which changed his perspective forever, striking him like the lightning.

Baekhyun was made for you and only you.

He finally understood why he has always been your invisible puppy tail the reason is unbelievably simple and clear, but Baekhyun always rejected to question his feelings for you. Now, as he could feel your heartbeat just beneath his own, he saw what he had to see a quite years ago.

You were the only girl Baekhyun could see. He could search seven seas and three continents, but the result would be the same, you will be the only girl he needs to feel by his side as his friend with benefits, his girlfriend, his lover. Whatever you’d decide is fine by Baekhyun, you name it you get it.

Baekhyun knew that he is the sun, shining and radiating heat to everyone with his physical, mental, and emotional attractiveness. He was not so humble when it comes to talk about self-perceptions, Baekhyun already know how charming he was as a package with no failure.

But there was a good, solid reason why Baekhyun unconditionally obliged to your wishes as they are his commands.

You are his moon.

How could he convince himself when he finally got the taste of you? You were just like sun and moon, okay they could not rise and down together, but they share the same sky, they chase each other as you and Baekhyun always do. He was going to find a way for you to be together, even it was against all the nature, Baekhyun is going to carve a plan.

You meant to be together, and it is clear as fuck to his eyes. Even he hated you, even you loathed him, even killing each other would make you satisfy, Baekhyun understood that he was never ever going to let you go. His moon has to rise to his skyevery night. He was surprised to see the possessive side he has, but he was fucking possessive when it comes to you.

“I want you for myself, Indy.” he muttered, slipping his fingers underneath your navy blue hoodie, caressing the soft skin above your panties. You instantly felt the need of wiping your chin with the back of your hand because you could feel you were drooling. “Everything you have, I want.”

He brushed the tip of his nose to yours.

“And more of you.” your lips were on his. They were pressed lightly, the softest pair meeting with fiercest ones, only for a brief second but enough to make your heart wildly rammed into your ribcages, shaking you out of the reality. “You wanted me to tear you apart, sweetheart you should have heard all the things I want to do to you.”

“Yeah, and then what?” your own voice started to sound like strange to you. His fingers moved to the south, touching you just there. You unconsciously tugged his upper lip between your teeth, and Baekhyun groaned at the sensation, pulling himself back and giving his attention to the column of your throat. “Lord, it feels good, please never stop.”

Your voice was obscene in his ears, the way you were pleading for him just as your words were provoking him to just tear you apart in the blink of an eye. It was the final string of his self-control before he completely lost it.

“Fuck,” he hissed, leaning over to rip your hoodie off your body, his irises were blacker than brown, glinting with desire and his breathing pace turning into something almost painful at the sigh of you lying beneath him. “I am the only one who can have you like this, you got that?”

“Bae-

“You fucking got that?” he never thought he could demand such as a thing or he could need to hear an approval. “Say it.”

You exactly felt like you got his point. Therefore, you did not feel like you were going to have a fucking crush on anyone else like your heart was reserved for Baekhyun. You wanted him to know that. You wanted him to understand how you feel, but you did not want to sound like you were hopelessly in love with him.

As a minor drawback, you were not ready to accept the ugly truth.

You decided to keep it simple as you caressed his cheek, wondering if you ever give the right of being honest with how you feel about Baekhyun even to yourself.

You decide to tell him a half truth.

“Till I will hate you again.”

Baekhyun’s gaze softened, you wondered why there was an instant smile forming on his lips like he definitely knew your secret. When he kissed you again, you understood there was no turning back this time and an indiscernible contract was sealed with his feathery pecks on your eyelids.

You were breathing hard as the scent of sea and cinnamon filling your nostrils, your lips were bruised and red as Baekhyun’s were the same. He pushed your hoodie off with hasty hands, you helped him while your fingers found the hem of his hoodie.

“Take them off.” you could not help but sounded like begging. “Baekhyun, I want to see you.”

He answered you with a soft moan, yanked his hoodie above his head and tossing it to somewhere in the room. The second, you were in his arms again, your hands circling his neck while you were admiring his body.

To be honest, you were raking your eyes over every muscle he has, especially with the sight of his jogging pants hanging dangerously low on his lips, presenting his v-lines and packs of abs that ripple with every move he made. Your body was pressed against the sheets, Baekhyun tangled your legs again to his waist.

“Like what you see, Sweetheart?” he noticed how you looked at him, could not fight against the urge of teasing you.

“You have no idea...” you were not able to even lie as your mouth felt like a desert in a nanosecond. “I do not know you really work out.”

“You really want to talk about my gym schedule, right now?” he literally snorted, averting his eyes from you as he had no intention to confess, he took really good care of himself because he was desperately hoping to catch your attention one day. “Don’t you have something better to do? Like lifting your hips and helping me to take that be- Wait a second, what the fuck is this?!”

Baekhyun frantically took off your hoodie and forgot how to breath.

Well, maybe you were inexperienced on certain activities, but you had a fully approved taste when it comes to lingerie, instead of dull, colourless, or mismatched panties and bras, you were fond of good and high-quality pairs. You expected that you would be embarrassed when Baekhyun discovered what you kept under your hoodie, but you quickly differed the feeling flowing through your veins from discomfort as you were deliberately proud of yourself as you watched Baekhyun’s face expression. His eyes widened when he finally saw the blue pair you’ve been wearing, his lips slightly parted and a considerable amount of blood invaded his cheeks as well as his not so appropriate to be mentioned body parts.

The body part in mention started to scream, but Baekhyun mentally kicked himself in order to get his control back. He had been waiting for this since years, he was not going to finish himself in seconds. He was going to enjoy every second of what he has in front of him.

Literally and figuratively.

But you never make it easy for him. Never ever.

“We call them as lingerie.” you deadpanned, holding your smirk back. “They say hi, Baekhyunnie.”

“Oh, really?” Baekhyun just laughed at your attempt. “I would not get cocky too much if I were you, Sweetheart.”

A devious smile tugged at his lips, and you almost choked around nothing at the devilish look on his eyes as he touched you just down there.

“W-why?” you shuttered, heat rising to your cheeks. You let Baekhyun’s hands to sneak towards your bralette, cupping your breast. Though he wanted to tease you, Baekhyun was caught by your pretty face and an exchange happened between your eyes.

Silently. No words spoken. Another invisible bond, another invisible promise.

I want to have you, your eyes seemed to say. Sincerely. For the rest of our lives.

You already have me, babe. That was his response. Since the beginning, I am yours and you are mine.

His right hand moved to your face, gently cupped your cheek, almost timid as he caressed your skin. You leaned into his touch, closing your eyes. Baekhyun could catch your irises got teary before you close them.

“Indy,” he murmured. “Look at me.”

You obliged to him, and his heart literally skipped a beat, he honestly could not believe that he wasted this whole time pretending to be your biggest rival instead of your number one fan and lover, but he decided to make you to laugh, rather letting you to cry.

“I am on my knees, I do not want to lose you, so put your loving hands up, darling” Baekhyun quietly sang but managed to sound like the son of devil. “I am begging you.”

“Byun Baekhyun,” you could not help but burst into laughs. “Really?”

“I love this song. Don’t you think Maneskin do a great cover?” he kissed your eyelids. “If you want, I can sing it again while I am literally on my knees.”

Your laughs faded in your throat as his touch moving down on your body and bringing you closer to insanity. When he dipped his head down on your breast, your breath hitched in your throat and your hands instantly tugged onto his hair, pressing him onto your body. He could count your pulse, and he did not believe he would ever grow tired of this feeling. Having you half naked under his own body and you were fucking responsive to every single thing he was doing to you. From the smallest peck to the sloppiest kiss. It was so obvious how much you needed Baekhyun, and it was such a satisfaction for him after the years he was longing for you.

He pinned you down to the bed, his mouth zealously tasting the skin of your neck while his fingers toying your nipples. Your hands tracing on his biceps, swirling around the soft skin and you had no fucking idea the effect you had on Baekhyun. If you two could be a painting, the audience would think you were the victim and Baekhyun was burning you with his touches as the devil himself coercing a little, tiny fairy into his cage, your wide eyes and trembling hands telling that Baekhyun was your hunter. If only they knew that you were fucking desperate to be in his arms and you had the devil wrapped around your little finger.

To be honest, he was shivering under your touch and making him to tremble like a damn virgin required a lot.

“Baekhyun,” you harshly pulled him to yourself like he was not close enough. “You are not attractive as Damiano and it kills my mood.”

“This does not agree to you, baby girl.” he slipped his hand under your panties, his eyes widened in mixture of feelings, shock because he did not dare to dream the thing he could feel at the moment and excitement because he fucking felt it on the tips of his fingers. “Godfuckingdamnit, you are soaking. How generous you are! All for me, Sweetheart?”

“No, I am dreaming about my favourite man.” Your face was burning enough to turn you into red from your forehead to the neck. “Damiano does the work, I guess.”

“You’re so lucky to have me between your legs instead of that Italian.” Baekhyun just brushed your attempt to save yourself from misery off. “And your favourite is so adamant to bring you such a high.”

His voice was fucking deep and rough, he did not say anything dirty, but he succeeded to sound fucking mischievous and you were dying on the spot.

“This is the last time I ask.” he whispered to your ear. “Can I have you, darling?”

You could feel shivers running down your spine as you kicked him.

“Do not fucking whisper!”

Byun Baekhyun was dead after hearing your whining. Well, not actually but he felt like he lost ten years of his life because how cute you were. He sent a smile towards you, by now he was certain that this night would be the best of bests, number 1 in his Top 10. He was grinning, and he felt on top of the world.

He wanted to give you everything. Even the things he never would think of entrusting to someone, he wanted to tell you everything he thinks, he wanted to sing the cheesiest love songs to your ears, he wanted to bake cakes for you, he wanted to pour chocolates over your head, he wanted to roll you in a blanket during the rainy nights, he wanted to feel your head on his shoulder after a long study date, he wanted to bring you coffee when you spent whole day in library.

He wanted to love you like a gentleman he was, but he did not want to look like a lovesick dork.

“Ah,” he purred to your ear again, saving himself from the embarrassment secretly growing in the back of his mind. “Bold of you thinking I follow your orders.”

You squirmed under his touches and sultry voice, butterflies erupting in your stomach. He wasted no time to place burning open-mouthed kisses to the skin of your neck and shoulders. Baekhyun was never a fan of love bites, but he realized he wanted to give you something was going to remind him tomorrow morning. This realization made him to notice that he was still not sureif you were going to provide him to have you again in his arms.

His stomach churned but not in a desirable way.

He bit your collarbone and pinched at your perked up nipples.

“Did you just bite me, Byun Baekhyun?” you pulled his hair with all power your muscles have, displaying your irritation. Baekhyun saved his hair from the cage of your hands and dipped his head to your collarbone and shoulders, refusing to break eye contact.

And he bit you again.

His bites were not painful or rough on you, instead he sunk his teeth on your skin softly, it was clear as he was not aiming to make you upset, but he had something in his fucking mind. Well, as you have not spent time on thinking on hickeys in your entire life, so you had no clue on his plan. You let him to continue his assault on your collarbone, as you started to feel giddy.

Eh, tomorrow morning your comprehension on these bites would be drastically changed but for now, your problem was different.

“It tickles.” he heard your chuckles. “Baekhyun, you tickle me!”

Your face flushed with heat, as your laughs turning into a crescendo which Baekhyun found a new way of his amusement, his smile widened, and his soft laughter bubbled into the air between you. Baekhyun felt like he was blessed by the gods above every time he was the one who made you laugh like crazy. He noticed that making you happy is more important even than making you. He had to admit that you denuded Baekhyun and under the peels, he recognized he was wholeheartedly in love with you.

And it was not something easy to swallow.

His knuckles brushed softly over your skin, and he hated how much he wanted to crawl into your heart. He wanted to fuck you so bad.

But he wanted to take his time and savour every moment.

He wanted to have you, then ditch you.

But he knew he was going to be under your fingertips for the rest of his life.

“Indy,” his breath intermingled into yours. He was on the verge of confessing everything he felt to you, but you pulled his face closer and kiss him fervently.

“Baekhyun, didn’t I tell you use your mouth for good?” your eyes darkening with lust and need. “Instead of acting like a bride-to-be?”

Baekhyun laughed and flicked to your forehead.

“Says the virgin.”

“I do not see you doing something about it.”

“Let’s change it, huh?”

**

“Baekhyun, wait!”

Well, even though you were trying to be a tough cookie, you had to make him stop due to the pain you had in your, um, lady part.

“Does it hurt?” he broke the kiss at the moment, breathing hard and his eyes hooded with desire and worry. He saw how you winced in discomfort, his face softened, and he pressed a kiss on your forehead. A gentle kiss was placed on your cheekbone, had you melting under the kindness. You still felt the pain but did not resist to urge of kissing his jaw and reached to his lips.

Baekhyun wanted more. Needed more. Dying for more.

But it was time to be patient as your face telling him you were in really ache.

“Let me try again, baby.” he retracted his fingers, gliding them out of you very slowly, you tried your best not to hiss, but you completely lost it when he brought his fingers into his mouth, lubricating them with his saliva and slipping his hand back between your legs. You fucking blushed at the sight as he leaned on your ear. “Let me hear you if it hurts.”

You nodded and he pushed them in. He heard your little whimper turning into moan as you grabbed his shoulders, squeezing your legs.

“Pain and pleasure together, right baby?” he smiled but there were wrinkles near his eyes. He did not like the pain part, but he did not know how he could do all these without hurting, technically speaking, taking someone’s virginity was neither easiest nor the most aesthetical experience. However, he had to confess that though he was really upset to cause you pain, the selfish part of him was happy to be your first.

And he was real when he aimed to be the only.

“Yeah,” you gasped. “But isn’t It boring? I mean, what about you?”

“What about me?” he raised his eyebrows, trying to ease the pain and relaxing your muscles as much as he could with his fingers. Your head thrown back, and you seized his wrist, but it was very clear there was something bothering you too bad and Baekhyun hated to see the clouds in your eyes.

“How,” you took a deep breath. “I do not know how to make you feel good. Teach me what to do.”

You were in pain, it was obvious.

You were relaxing bit by bit, that was obvious too.

You were nervous, that was fucking clear.

But Baekhyun did not foresee you being worried about his pleasure when you were the one who had real, physical problems right now.

“Is this your problem? Really?” his chin dropped for a second, could not believe your words. “Aren’t you in pain?”

“Well,” you were breathing hard. “I guess, it is not the breaking news.”

“The breaking news,” he pressed into every letter, swallowing some silent curses back, weren’t you such an idiot but the cutest one? “I enjoy a lot to see how you started to rock your hips to my fingers.”

He reached deep inside after his sentence, directing his gaze onto you.

“And you have no idea having you around me makes me feel.”

If the words could kill, you would be dead in the blink of an eye but they, thank God, could not. Though, you were not sure about Baekhyun’s abilities since he applied pressure on your clit with his thumb and rubbing against your nub.

“Tell me how you touch yourself.” he asked with a genuine curiosity. “It may work.”

The words could kill, you decided as his question almost knocked you out. You bit your lip, hesitating to tell him the very ugly truth, but to your dismay, Baekhyun did not fucking stop.

“Show me.” he dragged your hand to your clit.

You had no choice.

“Uh,” you closed your eyes. “Why you are so annoying?!”

“I know you are not good at observing the facts, but I am trying to help you at the moment.”

“On the contrary,” you zealously pulled your hand back. “You multiple my embarrassment.”

“I can close my eyes while you are doing the work if you lik-

“I do not touch myself, idiot!” you said it in a breath.

Baekhyun was already aware of the fact that you were the first, and only, person in his The People Never Stops to Give Me Heart Problemslist.

But hearing you really got him out of guard.

“Ha?”

“Do not make me to say it again.” you covered your face with your hands. “I am already going crazy over here.”

“So, you are telling me, you never touch yourself?” Baekhyun was almost choked on his own saliva.

“I really appreciate your consideration of my wishes.”

“You cannot expect me not to ask!” Baekhyun exclaimed. “Why?”

“Is it a crime, JesusfuckingChrist?!” you snapped back at him. “What do you mean with why? I do not feel any hunger till now, I do not need to do it!”

Till now.

Baekhyun caught those two words and hugged them mentally.

“I feel very privileged, babe.” he tried his best to regain his composure. “Let me ask you something.”

“Before you go,” you deadpanned. “I prefer my men as tall, dark and fucking quiet.”

“To your dismay,” Baekhyun started to press his hips against yours and grinding just to give you more friction. “I am the only one seems you preferred, and I can feel how much you need me.”

“It does not mean I do not wish you to stop your fucking mouth.”

“Didn’t you hear me?” passion found Baekhyun again. “I said fuck your wishes.”

In response, he pressed back and forth, following a pace to have you putty in his hands. Both of you groaned in silence, it felt dangerous and addicting, irritating such a way of warning you were not going to be able to stop until both of you take want you wanted from each other. You decided to follow your guts and sneaked your hand down, touching his hardness.

His response put you such an awe, his eyes widened, and he let another moan, bucking his hips into your hand.

“Do you mind?” you cleared your throat. “If I touch you?”

“Do you have a plan?” he did not want to show his eagerness and hunger for your touch.

“Hell, no.” you stroke his nave before your fingers started to play with his jogging pants. “But I am a quick learner and I have a feeling.”

“What is that feeling?”

“You have a dream.” you deadpanned. “Freedom.”

When you slipped your fingers past his boxer, he sharply gasped and his breathing tattered. Seeing his reaction made you proud of yourself, especially when his cheeks were red and burning.

“Fuck,” he hissed. “Your hands are cold.”

“Do I have Elizabeth Bennet in my bed?” you smirked. “Should I act like Mr. Darcy?”

“You little shit.” he laughed but when your fingers curled around him, a little moan escaped from his lips. He was fucking adorable and cute, you never imagine him making such a delicate and sinful sound at your touch, but Goddamnit, you liked it a way too much, his voice boasted your fragile ego and gave you confidence in your moves. Especially when he turned more vocal, mixing praises and some inappropriate words about God and Lord.

Damn, he was verbal. Quite verbal. Enough to add more colours to your face.

“Oh, fuck me lord, just like that, baby girl.” he blabbered. “Your hand feels so good.”

Your hands gone autopilot, catching the pace made him blushed and shaping words on its own, you lifted your hips, pushing your heat to meet his crotch. You glided your thumb against his slit, made him shudder and closing his eyes in pleasure.

“Take this off.” you puckered your lips, pointing to the guilty pants you wanted to be tossed to somewhere in room. He hastily kicked it off his legs with your lingerie and the view made him thousand time nervous since both of you were bare and exposed before each other’ examining eyes.

“Okey.” he took the deepest breath of his entire life, locking his gaze on your body. “I did not expect this.”

“What do you mean?” you shuttered in a second, losing all the confidence you barely gained. Something of course was wrong with you, and he did not want you anymore, you knew it. “Am I dirty? Smelling bad? Ugly for your liking?”

“What?” his voice broke, not believing you could be that much idiot, but seeing the sudden tears forming in the corners of your eyes made him rethink about your IQ level. He softly smiled and brushed them with his delicate fingers. You tried to cover your face, but he grabbed your wrists and pinned them over your head. “You are the most beautiful girl I’ve ever seen.”

“Stop being so cheesy.” you closed your eyes, feeling the blood rushing to your cheeks. Though what you said, you could not help but his praise open your ribcages and curled inside to warm your heart.

“Are you dirty?” he did not bother answering. “Well, I fucking hope so.”

He kissed you again. Slowly but fucking passionate.

“Are you smelling bad?” he pressed his nose into the crook of your neck. “You smell fucking good it drives me crazy.

He inhaled and followed the line from your neck to your navel, intentionally smelled all the way.

“Actually,” he grinned and looked at your red face. “Your smell makes me pathetic I wonder how you taste. It must be saccharine based on how you smell.”

And he kissed you.

There.

“Baekhyun!” you gasped.

“Are you ugly?” his grin is the pure definition of being a little devil. “You have the cutest pussy I have ever seen.”

“BAEKHYUN!”

“Do you prefer me to lie?” he laughs sent shivers through your spine, securing your legs around his head. “Is there anything you want to tell me?”

You did not want him to lie but you also did not want him to realize how desperate you were for him. You have been feeling so different since he stepped inside of your room, you were not like this at all, you have never done anything like this before. Okey, you did not imagine being in a relationship deep enough for you to have intimacy with someone or it was not like you were dreaming of making your first time as special, heavenly, or magical as you had read in books.

But right now, you were trapped inside your arch enemy’s arms, in a hotel room that was not your space at all, you felt like it was the perfect time and place as you felt like you were not making any sense.

All that matters to you was Baekhyun. You wanted to tell him exactly this. You have never wanted anyone this badly in your life, and you were fucking confused because only Baekhyun could make you feel alive.

You slightly lifted your hips as your hands hesitantly found their way to grab a considerable amount of his soft hair.

“For fuck’s sake…” you could not help but your voice came out as a pleading.

“Jesus, you make everything hard,” Baekhyun gritted between his teeth. Under his calm expression, Baekhyun was worse than you. Your smell was making him dizzy, but your words were killing him. The way you panted his name. The way your hands shaking on his skin. The way your little, cute moans drove him crazy. He did not count every time he imagined having you in front of his hungry mouth, lips swollen, skin tingled, cheeks reddened, pleading and moaning just because of him, but if he’d save a penny for each dream, he could be fucking rich by now. “Fine then, screw it.”

His sudden roughness as he spread your legs wider made your heart rammed to your chest. He dedicated himself to leave no part of your body untouched by his lips and tongue, as he was going to eat you alive as he promised you before. With every kiss of your skin, Baekhyun felt electricity through his veins, with every mewl coming from your mouth found its own place in his mind. Now, as he faced with your cute pussy, he realized you were definitely glistening, though the room is dusky, he could see how much you wanted him, and the sight was absolutely fascinating, the scent was overwhelming him as his mouth was practically watering.

But he decided to tell you something very important.

“Sweetheart, keep this in your mind.” Baekhyun muttered before getting too distracted by the task in his mind, and when Baekhyun had something in his mind, he definitely lives up to for that. “I am just about to fuck you like I hate you.”

“Don’t you already hat- Godfuckingdamnit!”

He licked a strip from your entrance to your clit as he kept his bloody eyes on you and smoothing over your thighs enough to push your legs against your stomach, instead of his shoulders. You lost it in a second as he was proving himself as loyal to his promise, if you were his last meal on earth, you could have understood the way he ate you out. Baekhyun was breathing harshly out of his nose, sucking your clit between his lips and fuck’s sake the voices he has been making were nothing but fucking lewd as your moans just went out of control and becoming more desperate. Your grip on his hair becoming stronger by the circles he was drawing over your very sensitive bud, but you were not trying to keep him, rather you were trying to keep yourself alive. Baekhyun groaned as he sucked your clit, the vibrations sending shockwaves.

Then he slid his finger inside of you till the resistance joined into chat. Wrinkles appeared around your eyes, but you were not able of separating pain from pleasure at the moment. There was a spot he was trying to reach in the limits he had, but you were not expecting him to find it as you have been heard of some stories and to be honest, you were not sure if you could handle more.

Eh, he answered your silent question by finding the spongy spot.

“Fucking hell,” you could swear on stars were dancing before you, as your head thrown back as curses started to leave your lips.

“That dirty mouth of yours.” Baekhyun just took a breath and using the moment to mock with you. “I wonder what you will say after I make you cum twice.”

He continued to move his finger in and out of you, continued his torture on you, then went back to his duty.

“First,” you hardly breath but gave your best. “You have to make me to run my mouth.”

“Ah, believe me.” Baekhyun said between his kitten licks to your clit. “I am a man of my words.”

You did not want to be as lewd as fuck, but you could not control yourself. He was drowning you in a thick fog, your face was warm, your body was on fire as if you would be dragged into the center of sun. You wondered where in the hell Baekhyun learned how to do this, as he pulled a thirsty moan from you.

“Sensitive?” he cooed, his tickling breath sending chills down your limbs, he had you trembling between his arms, and he loved it. Lord, he loved it a way too much. Every curl of his tongue had you bucking your hips against his mouth with a mixture of shy whimpers and bold swears. “Relax, Sweetheart. I have all the time to play with you.”

“In your dreams,” you became slack-jawed as he suckled on the sensitive flesh, your fingers were digging into his skin with a force enough to paint his body with your fingerprints. “I am already bored.”

“I do not have to be kind anymore, then.” his grabbed your hips, pinned you over the bed sheets. Wait, was this his kind side?! He bit you, the sudden roughness made your entire body shaken and another moan ripped out of your throat, you covered your mouth due to the sudden embarrassment how he made you shudder so easily. His lips were velvety and sinful, calling you to sing his name like a bloody chant. Making you ignorant for anything else but his presence.

He went on his knees, grabbing your ankles and your eyebrows knitted as you had no idea what he was going to do next. He peppered kisses up your calf, had you going fucking ballistic.

If this bastard would not start to do something about the knots tightening in your stomach, you’d start crying.

“Baekhyun, please…” you could not believe your own voice, but Baekhyun’s heart was about to burst. He finally got his fucking name from you, he leaned to place a soft kiss on your forehead.

“You want me to give you some relief, huh?” He could not help but smirk. “It is cute how you leak like a damn faucet for me, baby girl.”

You bit your lip to suppress another whimper, looking at him with an angry but fucking cute face. You did not want to boast his ego, but he already got everything he needed to witness.

“I am just about to start, be patient, you can do it, right?” he pushed your limits, enjoying every second of it. It was like a revenge for him, but you did something he never expect from you.

You took his hand and placed it over your heart. He could feel how crazy it beats he could see how much you wanted to be his.

“Baekhyun,” you looked at him with big doe eyes. “Please?”

He bended your leg over his shoulder, and he moved back to your cunt, sheering from arousal. You were so vulnerable, so precious, so lewd and magical before him and Baekhyun finally saw that you were about to be his.

He gave what you unconsciously wanted almost in the blink of an eye. He dragged his finger along the swell of your folds, tapping your clit with his thumb. He ignited the fire in your tummy, made it tenfold, your hands frantically searched for anything to hold onto. Baekhyun’s head was spinning, he was amazed by your reactions, you took his breath away entirely without noticing. He could feel himself soaking in his boxer as pre-cum beads on the tip of his dick starting to pool around.

“I think,” he stopped to try make any sense, words left his mouth senselessly. “You are going to be fucking tired tomorrow. I do not think I will be done with you soon.”

“Holy shit,” you breathed, “I can feel your dick twitching, are you sure I am gonna be the only one?”

“Let’s have a bet.” He closed his eyes when you brushed your hand through his dick, throbbing under your touch, painfully hard. “The first one wakes up, wins.”

“Easy-peasy Japan-easy.”

And then, Baekhyun pressed his lips to your swollen fold, your hips jerked beneath his sudden attack. His lips puckered around your clit, licking line from your entrance to the bundle of nerves had your pupils widened to their extend, he has been driving you fucking insane. You always thought that this would make you embarrassed but hell, you were just about to ask for more. He was kissing every inch of your skin, nestling himself against your most intimate parts, you did not expect to feel like this but the only thing in your mind was how you could reciprocate the favour.

“Frankly,” Baekhyun pinched your inner thigh. “I do not give a shit even if you wake up early. As long as you stay in bed until I wake up too.”

“Why is that?” the anticipation was unbearable.

Because I want to see you when I open my eyes, I want to feel you between my arms, Baekhyun thought.

“When I’m done with you, you will be sore as fuck for days, baby.” he answered. “I will bring you some medicine, so be a good girl.”

“Be a good girl?” you could not help but laughed. “Don’t tell me you are into those stuff.”

“Wait until meeting with Daddy Byun.” he learned two important things, the location of your spongy spot and where you wanted him to touch the most. He could make you to cum in seconds, but he was not an idiot and he already decided to turn you fucking stupid. He wanted to carve himself in the back of your eyelids, your ears, your mind and hear, he wanted to be drowned in your taste and aroma. He knew that your patience reaching to its limit but till you were going to learn the rules, he could play. “He is exactly what you need, you shitty brat.”

You raised your eyebrow, could not believe the weapon he just gave to you. As he was slowing his pace down, and clearly intending to edge you again and again.

In your fucking dreams, you thought.

You pulled his head to you with all the power left in your hands, Baekhyun confusedly looked at you. You did not waste even a second, kissed his plump lips while you were caressing his face like he was the most precious thing you ever held.

“Please,” you whispered to his ear when you broke the kiss. Gently. “I want Daddy to make me feel good.”

You could burst into laughs and tears simultaneously when Baekhyun’s face became a Renaissance painting in the blink of an eye if you would not be turned on so bad by him. His hands trembled so fucking bad, his ears turned to red, his mouth agape in O-Shape.

“What did you say to me?!”

“I want Daddy to make me feel good.” you pouted. Your inner voice was begging to God for doing this right, or tomorrow Chanyeol and Kyungsoo were going to be brutally murdered as you heard these stories from him and Kyungsoo. “Am I not Daddy’s good girl?”

Baekhyun did really have anymore self-control to begin with but what you were doing him now was just pushing his boundaries, thousands of voices in his head brought him to the solution.

“I swear, I will make you regret for this.” he muttered. “But for now… Screw it.”

He spread your legs apart and made them tangled around his waist as he gave himself enough space to move like a pendulum, back and forth. A hand around his cock, he rubbed himself up and down your folds as he rocked his hips against yours.

“I am gonna make you cum like this.” he grazed against your clit, made your toes curling in pleasure and you moaned his name. You were dying for more friction you were greedily lifted your hips to meet with his. Your head thrown back, and your hands found their way to grab his shoulders. “Then I will give it to you, again and again until you pass out. And maybe in your sleep. I will fuck you the way I desire.”

He lost the filter between his mouth and brain he was talking everything came to his mind, but you did not seem you would take any offense. His lips pressed on your neck, peppering kisses on your shoulders. You were a whimpering mess under him, he had you like a puppet and you noticed Baekhyun could pull your strings in every way he wanted.

“You are so fucking beautiful.” he praised in a choked whisper. “Fuck, you drive me crazy.”

You were not able of forming a logical sentence but the sounds you were producing from the back of your throat telling him that you did not believe him, but you desperately hoped his words to be true. He wanted to make you believe him, he wanted nothing but you to give him your trust and love. He went faster, rubbing himself over you as angling himself to make sure he could press on the right spot, enough to send you to cloud nine. You could feel your first orgasm forming in your stomach as you started to shake in his arms.

“Please,” you heard Baekhyun’s voice like a plea. “Say my name when you come.”

You did not need to hear his wish, since you were about to sing his name like a chant. You were on the verge of crying because of everything you feel for the first time. The pleasure was higher than you could expect, the pain was there but you could ignore it, Baekhyun was holding you tightly enough to make you count his heartbeat.

You felt like you were loved to the bits and that feeling multiplying the pleasure. He cared you, he was not selfish instead of his dirty words, he highly valued you and your feelings, and he had zero hesitation to show how much you were important to him.

He touched your lip, caressed your cheek and you leaned your face to his palm.

“Baekhyun,” you kissed his palm between hoarse breathes. He sharply gasped and fiercely kissed you with more teeth, his hips becoming erratic till made you groan. He wanted nothing but hearing his name from you, butterflies invaded his stomach every time you moan his name in such a needy, desperate tone. “Baekhyun, I thin-

“Yeah, me too, Sweetheart.” he grumbled, eyes tightly shut as you both moaned and rode out your shared highs. You held his biceps harshly like one who did not how to swim could grab on a rope. He kissed you, slowing down but still rubbing himself against you. “Did you?”

“Yeah.” you panted, not knowing what was going to be next and dying to learn. He kissed you again, a stark contrast to how he was rough on you just a minute ago, his lips were just soothing. You had to break the kiss as your lungs made you feel like you were about to have a heart stroke, he laughed and pressed his forehead against yours.

“Do you want to continue?” he whispered. “Or you want to stop?”

He was fucking afraid to hear your answer, he had no idea what the fuck he could do if you leave him hanging like this, but he was already aware of the rule number 1. Your wish is Baekhyun’s command.

“You are so cute.” you melted in his unexpected kindness but grinding him again just like he did you a few moments ago and could not resist to the urge of teasing him. Especially when you felt in a bless after your first orgasm. “But cinnamon rolls do not turn me on, Sweetie.”

“Shut up.” he bit your bottom lip but could not help grinning like a Cheshire cat. “You are grinding like a pervert.”

“So, what this makes you then?” you raised one eyebrow, and Baekhyun started to consider your fucking duality. In your mental ladder, there was no gap between being shy like a bride-to-be and putting the most experienced Babylonian into shame. Your fingers went through his hard member with a cocky smile on your lips. “You are very alive, Soldier.”

Baekhyun’s body temperature rose several degrees in a matter of seconds, but he casted an annoyed but amused look at you for the tiniest half of a second before returning to the little shit Baekhyun.

“Yes, the mighty Queen, fairest of all,” he caught your hand and pressed it to his crotch. “Will you take care of your humble servant?”

“Oh, shut up.” You immediately laughed to the stupid face he was making. Eh, for you there is no distance between radiating a dominant vibe and turning into a sheepiest girl in the blink of an eye. Baekhyun stopped your laughs with a rough, demanding and bruising kiss as he pushed you up to bed, bringing your hands above your hands.

“If you do not have a plan baby,” he smirked. “Let the Daddy takes good care of you.”

“This Daddy thing is gross, for your information.”

“I know.” his smirk just split his face into two. “But you are the one who calls me Daddy first.”

“Fu-

He tucked your words into your throat by bringing his mouth on your breast, swirling his tongue around your nipple before he sucked the bud delicately. You flinched in sudden jolt went through your veins, and his fingers again started to wander around your clit. You unconsciously trapped his hand between your legs, he chuckled but his patience was running thin with every moan, every whimper and gasps from you. While he was rubbing you, there was one question in his mind which prevented him to go further.

Were you really a virgin or were you mocking about it?

It was fucking clear that you were clueless and unexperienced, but Baekhyun’s logic could not accept that someone like you, clever, beautiful, kind, charming and attractive as fuck, could be stayed untouched till now. It made him afraid as much as boiling his blood.

“Baekhyun, I want you.” he heard your voice, and lifted his eyes to yours. He saw the sincerity in your irises, reflecting his own desires, lust and love for you. “Now.”

You said what you wanted with confidence, just like answering his inner question, pushing him all limits and boundaries with three words.

Baekhyun gave up and gave in.

“Fuck,” he reached to the back of his jogging pants, taking a condom out of it. That moment made you jealous for a moment, you knew you had no right to be, but you could help. Why the heck he was carrying it in the back pocket of his fucking jogging pants, like he was always ready to accept if someone knocks his door for a real nice sex? He tucked the package between his teeth and teared it open.

You closed your eyes.

“Open them.” you heard his voice, it was not a request it was an order, catching you off guard, you obeyed but in shock. “I want you to look at me, when I put it in.”

“Don’t you find your selection of words,” you took a deep breath, trying to make yourself ready for the pain. “Vulgar?”

“Well,” he placed his hand on your knees before spreading your legs and getting a position to give him easy reach to your insides. The adrenaline in your veins turning tenfold, as you could start to feel fear, but Baekhyun did not seem to notice your big-doe eyes. “Sue me.”

He pushed himself inside.

You screamed.

Baekhyun frozen to the death, even his lips turned to death frozen purple. He stopped himself in the halfway, leaning into his elbows to support himself and not crash you under his weight. Tears formed in your eyes, and you cried. You could not stop them, and you started to cry. Jesus, you did expect pain, but you did not fucking expect such a pain. You felt like Baekhyun just teared you apart, though he did not push himself fully, thank God, your tears were falling down.

Baekhyun’s mind adapted the situation, placing the pieces on the right spots and his 10.000 CPU IQ found the perfect sentence to tell you.

“I DID NOT THINK YOU WERE REALLY A VIRGIN!”

Nothing could make you not to think about the pain you were feeling, but Baekhyun’s wonderful, thoughtful and great analyse on your very current situation. You glared him, although your eyes were full of tears, you managed to look at him like a vengeful Fury.

And you bite his shoulder with all the power your chin had.

Baekhyun screamed.

**

“Are you okey?” he breathed heavily when both you stopped swearing and whining. “Did I hurt you so bad?”

Well, the panic in his voice was real and his arms started to shake due to the position he was holding himself since the last 15 minutes. He refused to push in, either push off. He had to admit, the physical pain he felt was really high, but he deserved it. He was inconsiderate and lost himself in rush. His regret was visible on his face, so you just forgave him.

Also, the pain was soothing by every second and you started to feel something, so you were prone to forgive him.

And biting him helped you to be gracious.

“Eh, it might be… But it’s okey now.” you assured him with an attempt to smile, but when he moved an inch, your eyebrows knitted again. “Okey, it is not okey yet, give me a minute.”

“As long as you need.” he leaned into your cheek, kissing the trail of tears. “I am so sorry, Indy. I got a little bit excited, and I lost myself in the moment.”

“Yeah, I could see that.” you snorted. “Or better, I livedthat.”

“I did not think you could be a virgin.” he weakly admitted. “Okey, you are so unexperienced but a virgin…”

“Not so virgin anymore.” you pointed to his cock buried in you.

“Sorry, Indy.” he kissed your temple, searching your face and saw your nerves were relaxing by every second. “I do not think when I am with you.”

He was genuine with his words, even making himself very surprise, but they were fucking true. He gathered you in his arms, very carefully and gently embracing you. His lips were wandering around your ear and the back of your neck, his breaths were tickling you in a tingling way.

“You drive me so fucking crazy.” he mumbled to your ear. “I wish I could take time back.”

“Why?”

“I hurt you,” he was still panicking and worrying, cursing himself. “I did not want your first experience as something horrible to remember.”

You turned to his face, your eyes covered by a layer of shining stars, startling Baekhyun and casting spells on him. He forgot how to breathe again, and he was about to believe he was not going to make it till morning.

“So, why don’t you start to give me an experience worth to remember?”

He distinguishably gasped and choked on his own cough his eyes were filling with lust in the matter of seconds from the effect of your words.

“Are you okey?” he wanted to be sure this time. “Can I move?”

You smiled to him, but it was not just a smile. Baekhyun felt you just mirrored all the warmness, love and trust you had to him with your tiny smile, while your eyes were full of a galaxy, shining like a sky with stars. You caressed his face with both of your hands and guided him to your lips.

With your approval, Baekhyun’s hips started to move, but he was slow and careful this time. He was very certain on not losing himself like a fucking monster again, but he was also sure of he was going to get your taste this time. He was going to make you his and only his. With every thrust, he checked your expression, your smile was still tugged on your lips and your eyes softening with every minute. “Does it feel good?” He questioned, nervous as fuck even though he was ten hundred times experienced than you.

“Eh,” you could not help but impishly grin, especially when the pain was lessening, getting cocky was easier. “I’m getting sleepy, Softie.”

“What?” Baekhyun’s chin dropped, losing the pace he had and buried himself deeper and faster. You muffled your moan, wrapping your legs tighter around his waist. Baekhyun understood what you mean, and a reflection of your grin tugged on his face, but the problem was while your grin was impish, his was the devil’s own. “So, I have to earn my bread.”

“Did you just call my as a b- Good Lord!”

“Are you still a Sleeping Beauty, baby?” he began to move his hips faster and deeper, holding you tightly and lifting your hips a bit. A new angle gave him the chance of hitting the fucking right spot, you found yourself curling your toes and squeezing tighter around him. “God, you feel really so good.”

Every time he called you baby, you wanted nothing but punch him in the face because he had you shuddering at the little, stupid pet name, coming so easily from his mouth but making you feel like his baby. Plus, to your dismay, he sounded fucking sexy when he called you like this, like a boyfriend calling his girl, making you feel so special for him, making you feel you were his and he was yours, making you believe that you were meant to be together for the rest of your lives. You closed your eyes in shame, but you were meant to be his.

You hated it but you irrevocably loved it.

“Hey,” he kindly called your name, following an invisible string from your closed eyelid to your chin. “Please, keep your eyes on me.”

“Why?”

“Because” he dragged his tongue to your lips and asking for entrance. You welcomed him to a soft kiss, he moaned your name into your mouth as his pelvis grazing against your skin. Your attention was split into half, instead of roughness of his hips there was softness on his lips and Goddamnit you were dying for more. “You do not have a single idea how much I’ve been wanting to see your face when I fuck you.”

“Your kind words have no limit, for real.” you grumbled but laughing at the same time. His shamelessness was contagious, getting under your skin. “I knew you were dreaming about me, you little hentai.”

You have no idea how much I am deceiving myself on the feelings I have for you, Baekhyun thought but never say. You have no idea how much I’ve been aching to have you, to hear your voice, to be with you, to taste you and to be able of keeping you on my side. Always.

“A man can dream.” he switched his position as he leaned back to sit on his heels, bringing your legs into his shoulders. Your eyes went wild after this, you were grateful for two things. First, you could watch Baekhyun’s face, gloomy with affection, care and lust and second, you could take a very good look at Baekhyun’s body. His muscles were flexing with every move he did, and he was a good sight to behold.

“Baekhyun,” you bit your lip, your eyes were locking into the sway of his hips. “God, I h-

“Baby,” Baekhyun started to move harder. “God is not here, but I fucking love the way you say my name.”

You just have to say my name. I want you to sing my name. I want you to call my name. I want you to say I am the only one and will be the one for you. I want to have you all for myself, I want everything of you, and I want to give everything of me to you, he desperately wanted to tell you, but he could not.

“I want to make you come.” he said, rocking his hips faster as he started to feel his own high forming inside of him. “I need you to moan my name again. I need to hear you, baby girl.”

You arched your back, not resisting to the need of holding something, anything and grabbed the bed sheets. With every thrust, your voice becoming high-pitched, you covered your mouth with both of hands.

Baekhyun did not like it.

With a swift move, he caught your hands, held them under his iron cage and leaned on you as he switched his position again, he unexpectedly ripped another loud moan from you.

“Baekhyun,” you sobbed. “If anyone hears m-

“So let them to hear you, baby girl.” he thrusted himself faster, harder and deeper, just to pull his name out of your system. He hovered above you, catching your swollen lips and taking your breath away. “Let them know you are mine.”

After he called you his, two things happened. You cried his name, and his movements became rougher enough to make you reach your high.

“Come for me, baby.” you heard his hoarse voice from a distance, and you just did what you have been told. Feeling you teared apart under his touch and around him made Baekhyun so vulnerable and after a few more thrust, he was panting your name and burying his nose in the crook of your neck just wanting to seal the moment with your scent.

You both trying to catch your breaths, opening your eyes but even the basic tasks were so hard After a respective time of minutes, you opened your eyes as you managed to collect yourself. Instead of you, Baekhyun already managed to be back and watching you with a soft expression.

“What?” you snorted. “Why are you looking at me like that?”

“Like what?” he repeated his question from the beginning of the night. He knew that you also remembered that moment.

“Like you are going to eat me alive.” you repeated yourself, giggling like a schoolgirl.

“That’s my intention.” he gently kissed your cheek. “As long as you let me.”

You could feel the adrenaline in your veins but did not want to say anything could make you embarrassed later on.

“Eh,” you averted your eyes, fearing he could see the pure happiness in there. “You proved yourself as useful.”

“I’d love to continue demonstrating how much useful I am,” Baekhyun grinned, and holding your chin tightly, enough to lock his eyes onto your own. “But tomorrow we will wake up very early.”

“Yeah.” that’s the best you could do due to the tiredness you felt, and sleep never seemed like something desirable to you before. “I want to accompany you to the door, but I am too tired for that.”

“You do not need to accompany me, baby.” he dragged you into his arms in one swift move. “Because first we will clean ourselves, second we will sleep.”

“Wh-wha-Will you- Can you- Don’t you-?!”

He kissed your nose and pressed his fingers to your mouth.

“I will be staying with you, Sweetheart.” his voice tone was telling you, you better not to discuss or protest.

“But Baekhyun,” you tried to call him into logic. “If we can leave the room together, everyone wil-

“As I said before, Indy.” he grinned like a Cheshire cat, but on the contrary the confidence mask on his face, he was sweating and figuratively shitting on his pants due to the fear of your answer. “Let them know you are mine.”

Baekhyun have ever never wanted something in his entire life, but taking a picture of your face after he called you his.

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[sleeping-sirens]

08| Luminescence (Diamond)

Masterlist

Intro - One - Two -Three - Four - Five - Six - Seven - Eight

a/n: I am so proud of this chapter! If you enjoyed reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it please show some support! 🤍

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Idle mornings never existed in a house where Baekhyun was around. His presence was heavy and prominent, awakening all of Ara's senses.

His voice has always been the last thing lulling her to sleep and the first thing waking her up in the morning. Whether it was hearing him humming calmly while focusing on a random task, listening to music and diving into his world, singing her sleep or just talking on the phone and laughing out loud with no worry in the whole world.

Smelling food burning from the kitchen where he knew he didn't belong but never halted from trying to cook something for her, especially in the mornings now since he'd been very busy with back to back schedules before enlisting to the military. Or catching his perfume in every inch of her body and every corner of the house, marking every nook and crevice around her with the scent of him and only him until the only thing she had ever known was him.

Tasting his sweet and spicy flavored kisses whenever she desired because he'd give her his all until he couldn't breathe and he would feel euphoric to even give her his last breath, never once regretting it. Baekhyun would give his life for her, pushing the thought that she can't live in a world where he didn't exist to the farthest bits of his head.

But Ara would always remind him that he was her soul and he would always find a way to outsmart her with his skillful mouth.

"You're my shining star Baekhyun, you know that? I'm just a dark and cold sky without you. I would never exist if you aren't existing, Baekhyun." She told him one day while they were stargazing. Without any introductions or going around in circles, she just blurted this sentence with no intentions of getting an answer back.

She was in her feels and her emotions overflowed the rims of her heart. Nothing helped her state, neither the fact that she was feeling free and safe inside Baekhyun's arms, just them merging into one human being, living and breathing the same air at the same time. Nor the fact that her head was resting on the left side of his chest where she could hear the steady and calm beating of his heart, swearing that her heart could melt right inside her chest and she wouldn't even notice because her body and Baekhyun's were one, whole, complete with one functioning heart.

She didn't know how she even managed to talk when all she wanted to do was to stay silent amid her wild thoughts and emotions. She could feel the electricity circling her and Baekhyun and hear their quietest whispers of love. They were in the forms of stolen gazes, lingering thoughts, comfortable hums, little smiles, and soft finger grazes over burning skins.

Baekhyun didn't want to answer her at first, just because he didn't know if he was alive or in the highest heavens. He could never decipher the difference between his dreams and reality when he was with her, because if this was real life, he would never have to close an eye again, afraid of a fleeting moment or a wasted hazy second, blurred away by a new brand day.

If he could stop the time, goddamn it, he would, without hesitation or second guesses. His time with her was placed over everything in this world, even if it meant it not being in real life. He would choose her, over and over again, in his dreams and reality.

"But Ara, love," he started, rolling his lower lip under his sharp tongue before biting on its plush edge. "Have you ever seen a star without a sky?" He asked before looking at her. "A sky can exist without stars but a star can never exist if there wasn't a sky to embrace her, to give her a place of comfort and welcome her with arms open wide."

"But an empty and starless sky would be so awful to look at," she winced, conjuring a cute grimace on her face. "Imagine us now looking at an empty sky..." her words stopped because she didn't know what else to add besides the look of wonderments on her face. "What would happen if the sky had no stars?"

"We would still be looking at it, wondering what lies within and what goes beyond our vision. Wondering if one day we would be able to reach a limit and smile in victory. Just looking at it and driving our minds to the bottomless abyss of our deepest thoughts and random questionings."

Hand in hand they let their eyes swim through their lingering emotions. Baekhyun could catch the obvious glossy layer coating Ara's lower lash line and he smiled like a child, bringing her closer to him and kissing her as deeply as his thoughts, as widely as the sky, as passionately as his love. With his hands roaming all over her body, reaching for the hidden dark spots and the glowing cracks and the beautiful heart of hers that he cherished more than he could ever imagine.

She tasted him and his smirk, she tasted his sweet love and spicy mischieve, despite them being in a public area, she gave in to her lust and got drunk on his dirty words and sinful sounds, drunk on his skillful mouth and heart and mind. She gave into him until all that'd been ringing inside her mind at that moment was Baekhyun.

She would never forget the way he kissed her or how he slowly made love to her on that hill in UN Village overlooking Hannam-dong, which was exceptionally shining just for them that night. The stars and the city lights witnessed the story of two shining diamonds painting their skins with their unconditional love that outshined their luminescence.

If they could, the stars and the city lights would've sparked to death just to let Ara and Baekhyun show the world the sparkle of their love.

As Ara went over all the things that Baekhyun showed her and made her feel, she couldn't help but realize that his existence was inevitable and that made her scared to the point of losing her breath. She couldn't picture her life without him. She never prepared to get separated from him one day, sure they each had a life of their own outside of the relationship but they always managed to find their way back to each other.

Slowly, she rose from her bed with her head full of thoughts about him. Striding into the kitchen, his shirtless broad back caught her eyes. His skin glowed under the sun's golden streaks. Baekhyun was attractive, she couldn't deny it. Even after all this time, she still drowns under his appearance.

Without uttering a word, she took tiny steps forward until she arrived at his back, wrapping her arms around his waist. Her movements didn't phase him as he was focused on scrambling the eggs for them to have breakfast together. Ara placed a small kiss on his back before resting her cheek on his warm skin.

"Morning, love." He said and Ara couldn't miss the image of him smiling gently, even without seeing his face. That only showed how deep he inhabited her mind.

She closed her eyes and basked in the calm moment shared between them. "Any crazy schedules today?"

"The album is dropping today at 6," he started as he moved away from the stove to get the plates from the cupboard and she kept clinging onto him like a fingerprint. "So I'll go live today at around 5 pm. I don't have anything to do before that so today is pretty much rest day for me."

Baekhyun kept moving around with Ara sticking to his back and conversing back and forth with no worries. He let her enjoy his presence as much as she could. Even before his enlistment was close, sometimes Ara just wanted to forget about everything but his existence.

She sighed in contentment as she released her hold from him. Baekhyun turned around to face her.

He cast his gaze down on her and they savored the sweet and a slow moment. His smile grew gently as he kept his eyes anchored on her, just roaming all over her features. Baekhyun leaned down gently to give Ara a slow and sensual kiss on the lips before pulling slightly away, lips just mere inches away from each other, both of them refusing to open their eyes. Not getting enough of her, he added another gentle peck on her lips followed by a teasing bite, making her yelp and laugh.

She helped him set the plates on the table before they sat facing each other.

"I'll meet your mom today."

"Really? Where are you guys going?"

"Just the mall. We'll do some shopping. Will you be needing anything?"

"No, love. Just have fun stealing my mom away from me, I guess." Baekhyun laughed and booped her nose which made her roll her eyes jokingly.

"I'll make sure to tell her you said hi. She knows you're busy with your schedules that's why she doesn't like to bother you."

"I understand." Baekhyun nodded knowingly, a fond smile growing on his face at the mention of his mother. "You guys have fun. I'll see you before the live, make sure to come back home safely." He stood from the table, taking his plate and silverware to the kitchen before returning to the dining table.

Baekhyun leaned down to kiss Ara deeply on the lips, smiling through it as he heard her produce the tiniest hums of pleasure.

"Try not to miss me too much, okay love?" He smiled gently, pinching her right cheek which made her return the smile.

"Key word: try." She sighed before standing as well, giving Baekhyun a tight hug before each one of them went on with their day.

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[byuntrash101]

Deal with it - Part 2 [END]

sub!fuckboy!baekhyun x dom!reader + nct jaehyun cameo

angst | smut | ex!au | revenge!au

body writing, oral (f), face riding, degradation, humiliation, deepthroat, fuck boy gets what he wanted, hair pulling, squirting, pegging (yeshhh), multiple orgasm (f & m), exhibistionism, spanking, overstimulation, dirty talkkk (ofc)

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who could have known a little discipline was all that your selfish fuckboy ex needed to turn into the most obidient little puppy?

A/N : not me taking taking 9 months to finally publish this. anywaysss i loved writting it. i hope you do to. please dont hesitate to reblog and come say hi in my asks. ily <3 - Cat

After that night you didn’t hear from Baekhyun again. No more untimely calls, no more surprise delivery of flowers, chocolates and various teddy bears, no more breaking and entering into your house in the middle of the night. 

But it didn’t feel lonely, quite the opposite actually. It felt peaceful, quiet. Finally. 

It looked like you scared him straight and he finally let go of you. 

You even got the time to forget about him completely. You got the time to finally find yourself again. You went to clubs with your friends when you felt like it or just hung out in your pjs and a messy bun when you wanted. Quite frankly you were growing more and more attached to this freedom and you enjoyed your own company. The joy of not being accountable for anyone except yourself. Not relying on anyone to have fun.

And tonight was precisely one of those nights you decided to gift to yourself. No clubs, no friends and no fuckboy messing up your vibe. Only this date night with yourself. So you did simple make up, slipped on your staple cute little black dress and some matching high heeled sandals just for fun. Just for yourself. Just chilling at home watching the recent season of your favorite netflix tv show, even treating yourself to some succulent pizza. 

The episodes flew by and you were so engrossed in the story that the familiar chime of the doorbell startled you when it rang. You were so captivated by the well paced plot of the show that you had completely forgotten about the very concept of hunger. 

You walk to the front door as your high heels click on the floor. You are so certain that it’s your pizza that you don’t take the time to check through the peephole.

You confidently open the door when you are met with the last face you expected -and desired- to see. 

Byun Baekhyun. Again. 

His brown hair is brushed down on his forehead, the wavy hair and pouty lips giving him that falsely sheepish look he lured you in with a long ago. He is dressed with a long black coat and seemed to be carrying some kind of tote bag you think. In this very dark night you can't make up much more of it and you don't really care to anyway.

“Seriously?” You groan and roll your eyes at him as you hurry to close the door. 

“No please!” he says, stepping in the door frame just like last time.

“What again?” you bite back. “Honestly this is getting quite redundant and irritating” you add with annoyance.

“Sorry I… Just” Baekhyun struggles and stutters, stumbling on his words not quite knowing how to put into words what he has been feeling ever since he came by last time.

Truth is he tried to forget all about you after that night. He tried going on with his life just going back to the person he was. The next day of that night he went to the club, his playground, no more like his kingdom. A place where he knew the rules of the game. Just to get a relief, a quick fix of normality. Just to make sure he still knew who he was. 

He felt in his element, like a fish in the water. He walked through the horny crowd of sweaty bodies rubbing against each other. And then he spotted a girl seated at the bar. An easy target. She was attractive enough to be fuckable but not so much so that she was out of his league. In fact it was quite the contrary. And that was ensuring Baekhyun that she was actually going to put some effort into it when he’ll take her to the dirty and booze infused bathroom of the club in 20, no 15 minutes. 

Baekhyun actually got some relief when he chatted up this girl like he was born for it. Pulling the usual game, making her feel like the only girl in the room, like the most interesting person, like the most beautiful woman he’s ever seen. And exactly 13 minutes later he was pushing the door of one of the stalls of the mens’ bathroom. Right on schedule. She latched on to his lips, her tongue tasted like cherry vodka. He silently congratulated himself to have picked that girl. Baekhyun didn’t even ask for her name but she didn’t seem to care as she was already getting on her knees to unbutton his pants. 

But what happens Baekhyun has tried to forget about it ever since. He just couldn't go… No matter how much she slurped and stroked his cock it stayed completely flaccid. Baekhyun’s body was betraying him one more time. He just couldn’t chase away your intoxicating scent, your ravishing looks and your rich taste. He only thought of your arch words and your disgusted eyes. He was only thinking of you.

He was lost, he needed answers and he knew only you could give that to him.

“Would you mind hurrying up? I’d like to go back to my show!” you tap your foot in annoyance as Baekhyun stares at you blankly, tetanized. You sigh deeply. “Okay” you start to push him out of the door frame but he protests.

“No! please! listen to me” he says, weak eyes looking up at you.

“Then speak, boy!” you order, losing patience. 

“It’s just that I don’t know who I am anymore” you blurts out, his two hands balled into tight fists. You tilt your head and frown your eyebrows in confusion.

“Since that night… I haven't been the same anymore. I just can’t stop thinking about you.”

“Yeah I know, you’ve been saying that ever since we broke up” you tried to close the door once more but…

“NO! I… I mean it this time”

You sense a strand of sincerity in Baekhyun’s quiet voice and that is a rare sight so you decide to let him continue.

“Listen y/n. I know I fucked you over so many time…” You scoffed. That was clearly an understatement. Sure, if ruinning your life and shatering your self esteem counted as “fucking you over”.

“But over the past few weeks I had a lot of time to think about it and I thought maybe… What I feel. This feeling I get… When I can't stop thinking about you and about what we did last time… Maybe that feeling is just guilt.”

You are shocked. Byun Baekhyun has pronounced the word “guilt” right before your eyes. And more so he said he feels guilty for putting you through hell! Well if you didn’t get over dreaming about him months ago you would swear you were actually passed out on your couch Netflix asking you if you are still watching when in fact you’re just drooling on yourself.

But no this is true. This is reality.

But your state of surprise is about to go from shock to astonishment. When Baekhyun brings out the tote bag and fishes something out.

One huge strap on.

“Maybe if you fuck me like I fucked you many times then maybe you’ll have revenge and I won’t have any reason to feel guilty anymore… 

And I’ll finally stop thinking about you… he thinks.

“And we will both go back to our normal lives.” He says as he hands you the toy.

You have no words. Your jaw just drops as your eyes round up like saucers, fixated on the thing. It’s absolutely massive. The harnesses are made of sturdy and thick leather, you can see that the straps were designed to hold the dildo in place despite vigorous intercourse and all the while preventing the straps from digging into the skin. The belt seems adjustable to be able to fit all sizes. 

But the most impressive part is definitely the actual dildo attached to the leather through a thick metal ring. First of all the vivid purple color makes it easy to peek at all the beautifully carved thick veins in the silicone. Apart from the color it would look absolutely like the real thing. Second of all, it was ridiculously huge. The dildo was thick, very girthy and the length was not to disappoint either. This sight only made your insides tingle in anticipation, without you even realizing.

Only a sight even more enticing could possibly catch your attention and rip your eyes from the devilish device. and that sight is precisely Byun Baekhyun.

Naked to be exact.

While you were admiring the toy Baekhyun started to untie the belt around his waist, pushing the soft fabric off his shoulder and letting the coat fall to the floor. Your eyes nearly bulge out of their socket when you see his naked figure stand in front of you. He stands there completely stark naked on your doorstep. In an inexplicable reflex you pull him inside before the eyes of your nosy neighbors catch something they aren’t supposed to, abandoning the coat outside. 

When you slam the door shut you turn around and take more time to look at him. His cheeks are flushed pink and his eyes are glued on his shoes, his thick white sneakers, the only thing he is still wearing. When your eyes trail up you realize red writing is imprinted all over his soft skin. 

And all of it is absolutely filthy, obscene.

“I did all of this for you” he meekly says, finally daring to speak as you are yourself casted into some sort of silent astonishment. 

Your eyes don't know where to start but you can’t help but notice the beautiful red sharpie letters written all over him. From head to toe beautiful poetry perfectly picturing him.

Whore is written across his whole chest. 

Y/n’s fuck toy is right underneath it on his midriff. While “Please use me” is engraved on his pubic bone. On both of his generous thighs you can read “fuck me” and “please”

A work of art you think instantly. 

Baekhyun’s heart is racing, frantically hammering on his ribs as he peels his eyes from the thick white sneakers to carefully look at you. He still can’t believe he is doing this. Putting himself in this position just to get a chance with you… A chance to forget about you.

But already your two unfathomable orbs are glued to him, darting all over his body and spirit expressed in their purest form. Because his physical being isn’t the only one being exposed it’s mostly about his soul. Finally letting go of what was holding him back just to give it to you on a silver platter. 

His pride. 

Right here, right now Byun Baekhyun was giving up his precious pride.

This shame he feels under your gaze, this feeling that’s pumping hot blood through his veins, this feeling that's rosying his cheeks, that’s making his guts tingle in arousal and slowly souping up his member.

This shame it’s exhilarating. 

“Please do it again” he says. His voice brings your gaze back up to his beautiful face. Sad puppy eyes staring at you with such need, almost desperation. “Please use me again y/n”.

How is this even real ?

You think for a second. Deep down you were persuaded that you didn’t miss Baekhyun at all that it was actually quite a relief to finally be able to breathe. Ever since you broke up with him he had been… well just a pain in the ass.

But now… you weren’t so sure anymore. Maybe he was right. Maybe the only way you can truly forget about him was through real, thorough forgiveness and what better way to forgive someone than to just take revenge on them.

Right? Yeah Right!

The silence is unbearable for Baekhyun. He just waits there, vulnerable, defenseless and not to mention still completely nude. He just tries to read your face. Anything to get a hint on what goes on in that head of yours. A twitch of your lips, an imperceptible cock of your brow. But there’s nothing until… Baekhyun sees in the poorly lit (and oh so fateful) corridor the glint of your teeth showing in the dark. The hint he was waiting for: a sinful smirk.

“It’s ‘ma’am’ for you” you almost whisper back.

Your cold voice just transfixes Baekhyun in another dimension right there and then. Finally this chill, this thrill he hasn't been able to find in the arms of any other lover ever since that night.

“You want me to be rough with you huh?” you push him against the heavy front door. 

Baekhyun didn’t expect such an abrupt change in your demeanor so he stumbles and hits the back of his head but nothing could make him happier. He loves the pain but you have so much more in store for him. You take a firm hold of his hardening manhood. 

“I didn’t hear anything” you say as you start to squeeze.

“YES! Yes Ma’am!” he hastens to answer.

“Good boy” you start to praise him as you loosen your grip around him. You start to gently stroke him. His reaction is immediate. Instantly Baekhyun emits small whimpers as his eyes roll back into his head and his jaw drops.

“You like to feel good don’t you?” you whisper as your lips are flush against the skin of his neck. The hot air fanning Baekhyun lifts goosebumps on his skin.

“Yes ma’am” he excels in a small breath. 

“Aww” you coo in mock compassion. Before quickly changing your expression “that’s too bad because I’m not in the mood to please” you say as your hold shifts to his balls. You give him a light squeeze, just tight enough to make your intentions known and clear. Immediately weak at the knees, Baekhyun lets out a high pitched moan as he crashes at your feet. You can’t help but to smirk. 

“Already giving up?” you say as you faint disappointment. “Well that's no fun if I can’t even play with you” you gently brush the back of your hand on Baekhyun’s face, urging him to look up at you. He looks exactly how you like. Helpless, needy and vulnerable. Ready to snap at any second.

“Don’t worry puppy” you reassure him “I have many ways to break you” You intertwine your finger around his luscious locks of hair, Baekhyun whimpers submissively as your unforgiving voice sparks electricity in the pit of his stomach making his hard and already dripping cock twitch in anticipation.

You tightly pull on his hair to bring him closer to you. With the other hand you quickly rolled up the black bodycon dress up.

You heard Baekhyun take the faintest gasp as his eyes darted all over the freshly exposed patch of skin. 

“Help me with this” you said as you pointed at your black lace underwear.

Baekhyun nodded and lifted his hand. But you pulled on his hair again, earning a painful cry from him, his eyes were watery and a nice pink blush covered his cheeks and the tip of his nose. The pain immediately reminded Baekhyun of your orders.

“Yes Ma’am” he murmured and attempted to lift his hand again but one more time your grip tightened around his locks of hair. Baekhyun whimpers at the pain and looks up at you puzzled. This time he doesn’t know what you want from him. You smirk as you look at him all flustered and confused. So cute.

“I’ve never seen a puppy use his hands. Use your mouth puppy” you order.

Baekhyun looks surprised but he happily complies. His heart is hamericking against his ribs, blood flows in excitement making him light headed as he approaches, the heat of your body gradually radiating on his face. With extreme care he pinches the soft lace between his teeth and pulls on it. Sliding the underwear all the way down to your ankles.

You feel great satisfaction to look at him bent over on his knees for you. You lift one foot then the other to allow Baekhyun to completely take off your panties.When he looks back up at you he has the lace hanging from his mouth, attentive watery eyes waiting for your next order.

“Give it” you say as you present your hand in front of him he opens his mouth and the lace drops in your hand. “Good boy” you praise him once again. This time your voice is softer and the contrast had Baekhyun’s cock twitching. 

“Now make me feel good. Put that mouth of yours to good use”

“Yes ma’am” Baekhyun hurriedly answers, he is so eager to taste you again, feel you quiver under his tongue and drink your juices. In this moment there’s nothing he desires more than to serve you, to please you.

He approaches his face to your heat. He starts with an open mouth kiss on your bud. Your are surprised by the sensation. You didn’t expect to be this sensitive already and you have to bite your tongue to keep yourself from moaning right away. You’re guessing that his little teasing strip show got you more worked up that what you anticipated.

Baekhyun kisses you again and again until he feels some tension building up in your thighs. A sign you are enjoying what he’s offering you. So he moves on to the second stage. He starts with timid and shy licks around your nub, carefully circling the bundle of nerves a few times before taking his tongue down to your slit. As soon as he reaches your entrance he realizes how saoked you are. Juices overflowed to your inner thighs and he can't help his hands when they fly to your back to make your pelvis pushed in his mouth. This taste, this smell. He missed it so much. It’s intoxicating. And he can’t get enough. He continuously laps at your heat from entrance to clit, grunting into your folds and he relishes on your taste. Completely forgetting about everything else. 

His eagerness soon is rewarding as you moan softly. You can’t believe how good he is at this. He should have gone down on you a long time ago. Maybe things would have been different.

“Such a hungry little puppy” you say as you pet his head, which makes him let out a soft muffled whimper.

Soon enough Baekhyun’s work starts to pay off as you feel yourself coming closer to the edge.

“Come on make me cum puppy” you order, now tightly gripping his hair. Roughly pushing his face against your folds.

Baekhyun redoubles his efforts, focussing more attention to your bundles of nerves, latching on to it, sucking and licking until he feels your legs tremble at each side of his face while you start to struggle to breathe. 

“Don’t” stop your order out of breath, nails digging into Baekhyun’s scalp as he moans in pain but happily complies.

Finally you get a hold of your release. Legs shaking, barely still holding you up as you let a husky breath, center joyously pulsating on itself, contracting in pure pleasure.

Baekhyun can’t get enough of the inexhaustible source of delicious juice you have become, lapping hungrily at your folds until you gently come down from your high. 

“Good boy” you patted his head as he closed his eyelids. Perfectly mimicking a puppy’s happy face.

Then you pick up the purple toy. Baekhyun’s eyes grow the size of saucers when he sees your delicate hand wrap around the girth. 

“Now let’s play with your new toy”

Baekhyun didn’t know what he expected but he surely didn’t see this coming this quick. He felt unprepared and actually scared. After all this was a first for him. So he only nodded his head slowly.

You sensed worry pooling in his eyes as you strapped yourself inside the intricate lacing. Wide straps securing the toy in place.

“Don’t worry I’ll make sure it slides right in” you said as you smiled wickedly. Strangely enjoying this fear in his eyes.

You brushed your fingers through his luscious hair and gently pulled him from the nape. Urging him to get closer. As avid as he seemed seconds ago, relishing on your folds he now seemed hesitant one might even say frightened.

You pulled a little harsher and Baekhyun’s lips finally brushed against the tip of the toy. He looked up at you with round puppy eyes.

“Open wide” your order, your patience was starting to run thin, and you longed to see him even more miserable than he already was.

As Baekhyun complied hesitantly and slowly parted his lips you accompanied his movement by gently pushing the length of the toy inside his wet mouth. 

The contact of the silicone on Baekhyun's tongue had him whimpering quietly.

“That’s it baby” you praised him.

As you progressed in his mouth you had to apply more and more pressure to ensure a steady progress but as the tip reached the back of his throat Baekhyun started to cough and closed his eyes tight shut.

“No no no” you said, stopping the movement of your hips. “Open your eyes. Keep looking at me.” you ordered.

Slowly Baekhyun peeled his eyes open, and you smirked when you saw him look back at you with tears brewing in eyes, until one spilt over the edge and rolled on his rosied cheek.

“Adorable” you whispered as you craved more of this pitiful expression.

You went back to pushing. Only a couple of centimeters were left for him to be able to fit the  thing in his tiny little mouth. So your left hand went to cup the back of his head and finally with one single powerful movement you thrusted the last two centimeters in. 

And Baekhyun didn’t break eye contact once. Even when the tears were streaming down his face and he gagged. You maintained the toy deep inside his throat for a couple of seconds as thick saliva spilled from his mouth as he was coughing, throughrougly coating the toy, making it nicely lubricated.

“Good boy” you praised again as you pulled out, allowing Baekhyun to gasp for the air he was desperately needing. Burning his stretched throat and lungs.

“Come on” you urged him to take the monstrous toy back in his mouth by brushing the wet tip on his cheek. Barely giving him enough time to chase away the dizzy feeling. When he opened his mouth again you decided to be much less gentle.

You thrusted forcefully, joining Baekhyun’s lips with your pubic bone in one go, and you pulled out immediately only to push back in right away. 

Baekhyun started moaning, bruised lips starting to match the color of the toy.

“That’s it look at me” you sighed. “Look at me while you’re choking on my cock”. You grunted, making Baekhyun’s cock drip.

Baekhyun's throat was being split open by your cock, it felt like he had swollen blades but he couldn't be happier. It was like he belonged here. On his knees, cheeks soaked by your cum and tears and pleasing you.

You picked the pace up a little and grabbed a big tuft of hair ensuring Baekhyun didn’t move as you fucked his pretty face mercilessly. 

When long strings of spit coated the dildo and dripped all over Baekhyun bare thighs, smudging the red sharpie, you knew it was time for the main course. 

When you popped your cock out of Baekhyun’s mouth with a lewd sound he gasped for air and coughed. You looked at him for a second. He looked miserable. His hair was a mess, his chin was coated in saliva, his lips were swollen, eyes were reddened and his cock had leaked a puddle of pre cum on the floor. This tip was beetroot red and swollen. So much that it looked painful and you reckon it was.

“Such a pitiful mess” you whispered as he looked up at you with sad eyes. His cock twitched again when he saw the disdain in your eyes. “Pathetic” your harsh words sent a shiver down his spine and he bit his lips to not ask you for more degrading words.

“Get up” you ordered and Baekhyun did as he wiped tears from his eyes. “Turn around”

You pushed him and he laid his palms flat on the big sturdy door, perking up his ass in an innate submissive reflex.

But when you grabbed the dildo at the base to guide it to Baekhyun’s hole you noticed something shiny in the dimly lit corridor. A plug.

You pulled on the metal plug, you gently took it out as Baekhyun moaned at the sensation. 

The toy left Baekhyun’s ass twitching for more.

“Goog boy you came prepared” you praised as you let the plug fall on the ground, producing a metallic sound on the tiles.

You started to circle the tip on his greedy little hole, buttering it up with the lubricant Baekhyun so gracefully produced for you and then you aligned the tip with his ass.

He stayed completely still, ass perked up in the air, heart pounding in his chest and eager for more. Eager to finally being fucked dumb by your big cock.

But he waited and nothing came, he dared to slowly turn around only to be met with your carnivorous smile and your cold eyes. He whimpered, getting on tip of his toes whining to get some friction.

“Tell me what you want’ you asked, the tip of your cock circling his more the welcoming asshole.

Baekhyun whined again, just unable to say out loud all the lewd things that were running through his mind.

“Tell me” you growled.

Baekhyun squirmed and whined but didn’t speak. You landed a big slap on his ass cheek as you were losing patience. The burning pain pulled a high pitched moan from Baekhyun’s lips as he arched his back, silently begging for more.

You granted his unspoken wish, this time lifting both hands to spanking him. He moaned and sighed, legs trembling from anticipation.

“I want you to fill me with your big cock, ma’am.” He whispered.

“Continue” you ordered as you pushed the tip in ever so slightly.

“I want to be fucked stupid, ma’am” Baekhyun said a little louder, closing his eyes focussing only on his ass. You pushed in a little more again.

“Keep talking"

“I want you to fuck me until I can’t walk or sit” You kept on pushing your cock inside him, streching him slowly and steadily and he kept on humilating hiself.

“I want to forget my name. I want to become your cocksleeve, your toy, your whore. Cause that’s all I’m fucking good for. A dumb fuck toy.” Baekhyun rambled, completely losing his mind to your thick cock stretching his walls. Until you fitted the whole length inside the bottomless hole.

You rewarded him with another harsh slap on his red ass which seemed to suck in the dildo even more as Baekhyun was panting, rock hard and untouched cock pressed against the cold front door.

But you didn’t give him time to breathe. You started to pull out and push back in again, rocking your hips. Baekhyun moans out loud, getting drunk on the delicious sensation that was straining his abdomen. His hole was so perfectly swallowing every vein of your cock, making the whole thing disappear inside him only to push it back out, each time rubbing so deliciously on his prostate, accompanied with a long string of moans.

“Fuck! it’s so good” he cried, nails digging in the sturdy door.

“Oh yeah?” you asked as you slapped his ass again earning a pained groan from your ex.

“Yeahhh” he screamed “I fucking love your cock”

“What a fucking pathetic slut you are” you fisted his hair for support with one hand and landed an other slap with the other one.

“Please, ma’am, don’t stop” Baekhyun begged as he felt his high getting closer. But…

Ding dong.

The front door bell rang.

The pizza!

You completely forgot about it and to be fair you were doing something that really kept your mind off your empty stomach. 

You slowed down your thrusting but didn’t stop. Baekhyun whimpered when he felt his climax slip through his fingers, desperately squirming to get you to dick him down again.

But one firm hand on his hip kept him still.

You reached out for your purse sitting right next to you on the console in the hall and fished out your wallet.

“Take that and pay for my pizza.”

Baekhyun turned around to look at you.

“Right now?” he exclaimed, panic tinting his voice.

“Yes now” you affirmed, inflexible.

Baekhyun knew he had to oblige if he wanted to get the chance to cum. He pulled a couple of bills from the wallet and opened the door and you were still giving him lazy and slow strokes.

When Baekhyun opened the door he was so embarrassed he wanted to disappear into a whole, trying to hide the gigantic “whore” written on his chest. He didn’t dare to look at the delivery guy in the eyes. He was only praying that the darkness of the hall would conceal the lewd scene that was going on.

“It will be 15$” the delivery guy said.

And for a second it did and maybe it would have continued if only Baekhyun hadn’t spoken.

“Ok” Baekhyun squeaked. Trying his hardest not to moan as he was able to feel each vein of your cock pulling his asshole inside out with this slow pace.

“Baekhyun?” The delivery guy called in the dark.

What were the odds? Right?

At the -unexpected- mention of his name Baekhyun looked back up only to be met with the eyes of one his best friends. One that regularly served as wingman with his fuckboy club of heartbreakers.

“Jaehyun?” he asked, voice getting caught in throat. Jaehyun’s face was contorted with aberration as saw his best friend in a position he would have never imagined. Bent over, ass being split open by you. 

And the temptation was too great, to not make him even more traumatized.

Without hesitation you started to thrust at full speed again, slightly angling your hips down to make sure you were right on Baekhyun’s prostate. 

The sudden pleasure took Baekhyun by surprise. Your cock just felt too good. He couldn’t help but to moan. He couldn't control himself. He started to moan, eyebrows knitting in pleasure as his eyes were locked with his best friend’s. 

It was too much. The veins, the pace, the length, your powerful thrusts, the angle perfectly rubbing his prostate, the horrified eyes of Jaehyun forced to witness such a depraved show. It was too much. Baekhyun’s cock was dripping so much precum as it was shaken with every thrusts and he was shamefully moaning as if nobody was watching. The only thing keeping him from cumming was sheer force of will.

“Now be a good pup and cum for me. Right now” you ordered as you slapped his ass again, the sharp sound making Jaehyun startled, ramming your cock inside in his tired hole with barbaric force. Baekhyun just couldn't disobey orders.

“Yeshhh ma’ammmm” Baekhyun screamed as he finally let himself over the edge. His hard and swollen cock spilled his cum all over as it was jumping up and down with every thrust. His cum splashed on his thighs and abs but also on the door and floor and he thinks maybe even on Jaehyun’s shoes.

He never came this much, not even to the countless times he pictured your cock inside his ass and he stroked his cock until it was painful. It felt like his balls were absolutely dried out.

Jaehyun didn’t even wait for Baekhyun to come down from his high and ran for the hills. Leaving the him with the ruffled bills still in his fist and the pizza getting cold on the doorstep, joining Baekhyun’s coat.

But you didn’t care one bit. 

You pulled Baekhyun back inside and slammed the door shut. Baekhyun collapsed to the ground, worn out and out of breath.

As Baekhyun caught his breath he didn’t notice you slip out of the strap-on. You turned him over, making him roll on his back only to sit yourself right on his still half hard length.

Baekhyun produced the most high pitched moan, squirming under you.

Your pussy slipping right over his cock, lubricated by both of your cums.

You groaned in pleasure pushing your head back.

“Please. I just came” Baekhyun whined.

But you started to move your hips back and forth. The friction was divine, his pubic bone perfectly rubbing on your sensitive clit.

“Pleaseeee” Baekhyun cried out. Tears pooling in his eyes again.

“Such a sensitive cock you have there” You lifted your hips to smash them on his again. “I figured I might as well try to suck you dry” you laughed as you used him as a toy. Only focusing on your own pleasure. Forcefully making him hard again.

Baekhyun moans and whimpered under you as you had your way with him. Torturing his cock with merciless oversimulation.

It didn’t take long until your back and forth had you and Baekhyun over the edge. Your squeezing pussy milking Baekhyun’s every last drop of cum by force. Forcing him into a second orgasm even more powerful than the previous one, making his eyes roll in his skull and drool all over his chin as his body shook uncontrollably. 

You pussy delicious twitch to completion, clenching as Baekhyun filled it up with hot cum. Your juices spraying in a powerful stream, completely soaking Barkhyun’s face, hair and chest, making the sharpie bleed out as you moaned out loud. Slowing down and allowing both of yourself to come down from your highs gently. 

You crashed on the cool tile floor next to him, out of breath and completely satisfied. Baekhyun looked like a mess; completely fucked out dumb.

“Good boy” you sigh, petting his head. As he smiled back at you, eyes turning into crescents. 

Maybe I should keep him as a pet.

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Valentine's Special 2023 Part 3: Breakfast On Bed (M)

Fluff

Mature

Romantic

Sensitive

Smut

Warning: This is a mature, sensitive content. Please read at your own risk.

Character:

Baekhyun

Reader

‘How would you rate my breakfast service?’

1115 words

You turn to the other side with your eyes still closed, and you notice that your husband, Byun Baekhyun, is not there. “Hmm? But he’s having an off day today” as you slowly open your eyes. You check the time and it is only seven in the morning. Not long after, your husband enters the bedroom with a tray of food and various bottle of jams.

“Good morning, my dear wife” Baekhyun smiles, places the tray at the nearest coffee table and gives you a morning kiss. “Good morning. Where have you been?” you ask with your hoarse voice. “Kitchen. I am making breakfast for us” he wraps your waist with his muscular arms. “Hmm…. What a pleasant surprise from my husband” you smile, and plant a kiss on his lips.

“Let’s have breakfast here” your husband tightens his embrace. “Here? Okay…. But be careful with the sheets…. We just change it two days ago….” you caress his manly chest. “I’m not sure about that…. Probably we need to change it again today, umm….” he kisses your forehead, cupping your face. Then, he takes a whipped cream from the tray and sprays it on your already naked breasts.

“Oops, my bad….” he lays you on the bed, eating the whipped cream sprayed on your body.

“Umm…. What kind of breakfast is this, hubby?” you teasingly ask. “This is what we call an appetiser, sweetie, hmm…. so delicious” he licks the whipped cream clean from your breasts.

“Another round, please” you gently request. “Certainly” he smiles. This time, he sprinkles some strawberry jam on your nipples again, then starts sucking your neck, biting and leaving a few love marks there, and then he goes down, nibbling your nipples with the flavour.

“Ahhh…. Ummmm….” you turn on by his breakfast service. He attacks your lips; you could feel the sweet taste of your breakfast romance this morning. While kissing, his hands explore your body, rubbing your belly gently, then goes straight to your clit. “Hubby, ahh…. ahh….” his wonderful hands make you moan as he massages your pussy in slow motion. In just a short time, you are shaking, reaching your first orgasm for the day.

“Oh…. Does my message that good? I haven’t tasted you yet…. I think I’ll have one more over here….” he takes a honey jam and wipes it around your bare womanhood.

“OHH!!” You arch your back when Baekhyun goes down, licking your vagina with the honey flavour clean. “Hubby…. Ahh ahhhh ummm…. Ahhh…. Hubby ahhhh….” He attacks your clit with his tongue. While he still tasting your wetness, he inserts two fingers inside you, making you whimper more.

“Ohh! I’m cumming again!” He escalates his finger movement, and it sends you to your second climax this morning. “Do…. Do we have…. Chocolate jam?” you ask while still taking your breath. “Yes, we do” Baekhyun answers. You flip his body, now you are on top of him. You see the chocolate jam. You rub the chocolate on his chest, then proceed to kiss him. From the kiss, you slowly go down, licking and nibbling each part of his body before reaching his chest.

You playfully bite and blow gently at his ear, while he lets out a manly groan from your action. “Ummm…. So good, do it again” and you repeat the same movement at his other ear. “Hurry, taste my candy, sweetie” your husband pleads, but you shake your head. “Nope. I want to savour each part of you…. You’re not going anywhere today, right?” you raise your eyebrow. “Yes, sweetie, I am going somewhere, which is inside you….” as he gives you a playful kiss.

“Hmm… I’m going to stop if you want to hurry” you make an act of getting off the bed but he quickly grabs and hugs you again. “Oh, I’m sorry, dear customer, please continue what you are doing just now, and please stay to enjoy the service I’m about to offer next” and you giggle listening to his word.

You lick the chocolate clean from his chest, while mischievously biting his nipple. “Ohh…. Ohh….” He grunts, enjoying the affection you gave to him. Then, you gradually go down to his manhood area. You caress his thigh without touching his already hard shaft that is covered with his underwear. You gently kiss his bulge without taking his underwear off. “Ahh…. Umm…. UMMM….” his hums and groans are getting louder. The moment you strip his last piece of clothes below, the majestic pride of his springs free.

You spray some whipped cream, sprinkle with some chocolate on his rod, and then slurp the flavour down to your throat. “ARGHHH!! OHHH!! He grunts hard when you instantly speed up your movement. His hips follow along with your motion, making him groan louder. You swallow all his cum with tasty, different flavours after that. “OH, WOW!!” He pulls you towards him, nuzzling your nose together. “I would like to offer you my extra service of the main course today” as he spreads your thigh, while you still on top of him.

“I would love to taste that, Mr Hubby” you both giggles. With his still rock, hard shaft, he enters you easily, making you moan and closing your eyes together, feeling the sensual feeling hovering within your body. “Ohh…. so wet…. ummm…. tight…. ahh ummm….” he thrusts his cock in and out of you. “Ummmm…. Ummmm…. UMMMM....” you hum louder, not caring about anyone who may hear you making love early in the morning.

While he hugs you, he purposely slams his hard member into you so that you moan louder. “AHHH! AHHH!” he hammers a few times while biting your neck, sending you to your next quiver of pleasure. You could still feel his rod hard inside you when he suddenly flips you, now he is on top of you. He kisses you fiercely and starts to accelerate his thrust inside you. “Sweetie…. ahh…. ahh…. ahh ummm ahh ahhhh ahh umm….” With his eyes half closed, he shakingly calls your name and you know that he almost come, while another tension builds up within you as well.

You wrap your legs, pulling him to you as close as possible. “AHHHH!!!!” both of you scream together, reaching your euphoric state. He shivers, and slams his member, shooting his cum as deep as he could into your womb. Both of you stay in missionary position, kissing passionately and slowly while getting off the high from you two.

He opens his eyes. “How would you rate my breakfast service? Do I get a score of a hundred for that?” as he kisses your forehead.

You chuckle as you answer. “Infinity. Perfect.”

Thank you for reading.

Uploaded on: 23rd February 2023

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obsession | chapter 6

pairing: reader x baekhyun

word count: 13k

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

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

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

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

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playlist for this chapter:

space song - chanyeol's pov

ylang ylang - chanyeol's pov

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

doin' time - baekhyun pov

blood // water - baekhyun pov

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

Chanyeol POV

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

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

(4 New Messages)

(7 New Messages)

(8 New Messages)-

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

We need to talk. 

I'm kind of freaked out man 

Like 

what the fuck 

Jun is fucking pissed

did you know that?

i don't want to deal with his depressed ass  

are u up 

r u jacking off 

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

"Dude?" 

"What, Sehun." 

"Did you read my texts?" 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"What the fuck is it?" 

"Well you said not to talk about him-" 

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

"It's about Y/N." 

Chanyeol sits up abruptly as he grips the phone tighter. 

"What about her?" 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Sehun shrugs, scratching his arm and looking around skittishly. 

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

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

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

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

"I don't want to assume-" 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

A beat. 

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

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

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

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

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

"Sehun. Please. Don't."

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

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

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

"Please, you have to understand-" 

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

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

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

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

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

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

Junmyeons' POV

"Hello?" 

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

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

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

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

"How important can it be, Sehun?" 

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

Junmyeon frowns. 

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

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

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

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

"What is this about, Sehun?" 

"I'm going to tell the truth." 

Junmyeon covers his mouth, feeling both unsure and nervous. 

"The truth?" 

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

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

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

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

But you? 

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

And your own self was captured by him. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

He tossed his hands up, smirking. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"T-true that." 

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

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

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

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

"I'm happy too." 

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

"Huh?" 

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Are you cold?" 

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

"I'll be fine. I've got thick skin." 

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

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

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

"Well, I guess I should get going." 

Junmyeon frowns. 

"You're not driving." 

Your eyebrows hitch up. 

"How am I getting home then?" 

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

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

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

You barely whisper out. 

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

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

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

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

"Thank you, Myeonnie." 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

And he had a great fucking mattress at home. 

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

"Junmyeon?" 

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

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

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

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

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

see you soon, :) 

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

"Fuck you, Sehun." 

-

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

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

You didn't feel the same. 

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

He wasn't like anyone he met before. 

But there was something that Junmyeon recognized. 

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

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

He was there to see you. Not Baekhyun. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Sehun looks at him, his eyes showing desperation. 

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

This raises flags in Junmyeon's head. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The waitress laughs nervously. 

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

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

"Yeah. That. Whatever." 

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Junmyeon!" 

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

"Jun! Good to see you again!" 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Junmyeon nods at this. 

"Okay. So what are we here to talk about Sehun?" He places his hand on Sehun's shoulder, taken back when the other jumps a little. 

"I- I. I actually forgot." 

You reach forward across the table, your palm open in front of Sehun. 

"Sehun, you could tell us anything. I'm here for you. You know that." 

Sehun hesitatingly brings his own hand on the table, his fingers inches from yours, but he suddenly pulls back, closing it into a fist. 

"I know, Y/N." He says weakly. 

You look at Junmyeon pleadingly, so he rests his chair back normally on the ground. He starts to pat Sehun's back, then rubs it gently.  

"She's right. You could tell us what's on your mind. You did say it was important." 

He looks up, only to stare directly at Baekhyun. The two of them don't exchange any words- but Junmyeon takes into account how your boyfriend licks his lips and starts to smile. 

What the fuck is happening? And why can't Sehun talk about what is obviously bothering him?

"I think you're nervous to talk about this in front of someone who wasn't invited," Junmyeon states blankly, and you give him a sad look before he continues, "But regardless. He's here, and he said that you're close as well. You agreed to it. Are you lying?" 

Sehun shakes his head quickly. Junmyeon knows he's lying. But he doesn't show the discernment that he's feeling inside, and can't give Baekhyun any satisfaction that he's slipping up in his own emotions. They already had one of them crumbling right in front of their eyes. Before Sehun could say anything else, Baekhyun takes the lead. 

"I know what it is." 

You look at him confused. 

"You do, Baek?" 

Junmyeon sneers at that. But as much as that bothered him, his interest was settled on what Baekhyun would say next. He watched as Baekhyun nodded very surely, tapping his fingers to the rhythm of the song that was playing in the cafe. 

"Sehun has been having suicidal thoughts. I would know. He called me and told me about it." 

And for once, Junmyeon was stunned. He was not expecting Baekhyun to say that, but even moreso, it seemed like Sehun didn't either. He gapes, spreading his hands out on the table, looking in a flurry between the three people seated with him at the table. The police officer watches as a bead of sweat travels down the side of his forehead, his lips beginning to tremble. 

Baekhyun clears his throat, then leaned back into his chair, his arms folding behind his neck. 

"Yeah. He told me he was contemplating suicide. He was too nervous to talk about it since he's never had those emotions before, but I get it. It's not easy to talk about wanting to slice your wrists when so many people have died recently," He eyes the paper menu on the right side of him, picking it up gingerly, 

"But I insisted that he talk about it. Therapists are too expensive these days. I let him know that I'm his friend. He could trust me, you know? But he wanted to see you guys today so... I guess he built up enough confidence to say the truth. Right, Sehun? The truth?" 

No one says anything. They stay silent until the waitress delivers the men's drinks, then quickly draws down your order and Baekhyun's. Junmyeon studies him, how he smiled at the young girl; how he was able to say such obscene things and happily order his coffee like normal. He couldn't understand him, couldn't dissect him at all. He was stronger than he looked but Junmyeon knew that he could crack him. 

It wasn't like he didn't believe what he said, but if Sehun was feeling like that, truly, he knew that he could talk to his friend in private. This wasn't something that the younger would do, not at all. There had to be something else that was itching his brain, but he was obviously too scared to speak about it in front of Baekhyun. 

He picks up his Americano, taking a small sip. 

"How do you know Sehun, Baekhyun?" 

You speak this time, which surprised Junmyeon. 

"Baekhyun told me that they go way back. They used to do business together." 

Junmyeon looks at Sehun, forming a tight knit line. 

"Is that so?" 

"We might have hung out a couple times." He mumbles out before he drinks his mocha. 

He returned his sight to Baekhyun, who shrugged as his smile got wider. 

"What can I say? I'm a people person. Everyone likes me." 

"Even Chanyeol?" 

Baekhyun's eyes dim. He leans into the table, the smile vanishing,

"Even Chanyeol, yes." 

Junmyeon starts to smile this time. 

"You know it's funny. Chanyeol just got into a fight a couple weeks back. Did you know about that? Looks pretty awful if I say so myself." 

You look at your boyfriend in a dazed state, obviously not following the tension that was brewing.

"You didn't say anything about that. But Jun," You purse your lips together, "What does that have to do with anything? We're here for Sehun." 

He looks off to the interior decorating the cafe, little potted plants hanging from the ceiling, strings of lights glowing brightly against the tan walls. 

"Just making small talk. You don't have to get defensive, Y/N." 

You push your tongue into the side of your cheek, looking back down at your lap. 

"I'm not getting defensive. I'm just saying if Sehun is feeling... suicidal, we should be conversating about that. Not about how the Deputy got into a fucking fight." 

"Well it's pretty fucking obvious that Sehun doesn't want to talk about it. Come on, Y/N. You know how to detect body language just as well as I do. It's because of him." 

He jabs his finger toward Baekhyun. The accused man flutters his eyelashes bashfully, resting his chin on both of his hands. 

"Me? What did I do?" He says tauntingly. 

Junmyeon flared his nostrils, the familiar heat rising in his chest like the night he flung your underwear around his face. He wanted to slam him against the wall, yell in his face and realize that he was no match against Junmyeon's strength. He settles on slamming his fists on the table, spilling his drink, the hot liquid traveling on his skin. It burned, but it didn't compare to the fire that was ignited inside him now. 

"You know exactly what I'm getting at here, Byun. You scare Sehun fucking shitless, and for whatever reason he can't even maintain eye contact with you. You're nothing but a weak joke. You cascade this macho persona, but I see right through it. You're nothing but an empty shell that draws on masks and puts it on to fit every single situation. I don't fucking like you."

He lets out an aggravated tsk as he finishes, looking down at the table. He knew he showed too much to Baekhyun, gave him too much information just by playing into his game. He knew now that he was easily triggered by his obliviousness. He wanted to slap himself in the face. 

"Junmyeon. Can I talk to you outside?" 

He looks up to meet your distressed state, and he nods in a flash, standing up and following you outside the cafe. Before you got up, you whispered something in Baekhyun's ear that made his facial features twitch. His eyelids drooped downwards, but he regained his once upbeat personality and laid a kiss on your cheek. He could feel Baekhyun's stare burning holes in the back of his head, but at this moment, Junmyeon didn't care. 

He listened to the small chime of the bell go off as the door closed behind them, then turned to face you. The rain beat down on your head, your once dry hair dampened by the merciless weather. He has to break the silence, you hadn't spoken a single word and continued your stare directly into his soul. 

"What? What do you want from me?" He spats out. 

Your bottom lip juts out, your eyes furiously blinking away the rain. 

"Why are you acting like this?" 

He stands still, letting the rain blur his vision of you. He forms his hands into fists. 

"Like what? Like a normal human being? I don't know you anymore, Y/N. You've changed."

You scoff at that, shifting your weight on your right leg. You bring up your hand and shake it angrily. "Me? I'm the same as I've ever been. You're the one who changed," You cross your arms over your chest, "You don't talk to me anymore. You stopped reaching out, you- you fucking made me leave work! You left me alone after Kyungsoo died, and you expect me to be my bubbly happy go-lucky self? Fuck you." 

You shove him, and when he doesn't move from the impact of your soft blow, you strike him again on the chest. He doesn't change his position, just looks down at you while you pound your fists against his body, watching as you begin to cry. It broke his heart. Seeing you like this. The worst part for Junmyeon was knowing that he couldn't be the one to fix this for you, there would never be the same connection between the both of you unless Baekhyun was out of the equation. 

The most sickening thought to Junmyeon was knowing that you would never leave Baekhyun.

Not for Sehun. 

Not for Kyungsoo. 

Not even him. 

He sighs as he stops your actions in a heartbeat, grabbing your arms mid air. You hiccup as you look back up at him, your eyes filled with tears. Your eyes that stole his heart were nothing but a black hole now, and even if Junmyeon wanted to pull you back out, you wouldn't have accepted his hand. He fights his own sob trying to erupt from his throat, putting on a smile for you. You shake your head, your pink lips forming to say something. But you didn't.

"Are you cold?" He mutters out brokenly. 

You scrunch your face up, your cheeks, a beautiful shade of pink. Your eyes shut closer together as you bite your lip to contain your whines, and shake your head. 

"I... I've got thick skin." 

He licks his lips, looking at the stained ground. He releases his grip on you, letting his arms fall back to his sides. "You should head back inside." 

You shake your head more violently now, punching his arms. 

"You're supposed to give me your jacket, you fucking prick." 

It sounded desperate. Like you were hoping that the connection you had could somehow be fused back together with something as pathetic as a jacket. You continue to hit him, speaking in choked sobs, repeating for him to give you his jacket. But he doesn't listen anymore. He just stares at you, watching how devastatingly broken you were. 

"That's enough, Y/N." 

"No. You need me just as much as I need you." You snap back. 

He shakes his head at you. He grabs the handle of the cafe door, turning his back on you. 

"I don't need you at all. Don't bother coming back to work." 

You start to scream a string of obscenities at him, but he silences the hurtful spikes you were throwing at him. He let the door close behind him, watching as some of the people inside gave him incredulous looks, the waitress peering outside while covering her mouth. He fashioned the cuffs of his jacket so they didn't look so disheveled, then cleared his throat as he approached the table in the corner. 

Baekhyun doesn't say a word, but Junmyeon knows that he's holding back some type of resentment. The man's face distorted into pure anger, his hold on the coffee mug making his knuckles a bright red. Sehun huddled into his seat, not daring to look up at Junmyeon. He sighs at that, lazily looking between the two. He clicks his tongue, bringing his now cold drink up to his lips, gulping it down completely. 

Once he finished, he placed it back gently on the table. He pulled out his wallet and pulled a few stray bills, confidently placing it on the table. 

"I think that should cover everyone here. Sehun, are you coming?" 

Baekhyun stands up, inching towards Junmyeon and stopping until he was only inches away from his face. His head bobs lightly, his tongue tracing his lips before he spoke. 

"Sehun and I are going to spend some time together. Is that alright with you?" 

Junmyeon is tired at this point. He's had enough of Baekhyun. Of you. So he chuckles darkly, making Baekhyun look at him with a quizzical expression. 

"Do whatever the fuck you want. You might want to give Y/N a ride back to her house though. She's completely drenched. You should warm him up, make sure she doesn't catch a cold." 

He turns his feet in the direction he came from, but Baekhyun's hand grabs his shoulder. 

Junmyeon doesn't bother looking back, just stands in place as he looks out the window. 

"I'll fuck her good for you." 

And that was enough for him. He had it. 

Junmyeon laughed, closing his eyes as he turned around slowly. He ducks his head down, bringing it up slightly so Baekhyun would only see his eyes. He smirked at him, opening his mouth to probably spit out some other lewd details, but Junmyeon doesn't give him the chance. He brings his fist to connect with Baekhyun's jaw, watching as the smaller man topples back on the table, his hands gripping onto the edges of it. Screams begin to echo in the once quiet shop, and Junmyeon can hear people scrambling out of the chairs, the squeaks of shoes running right out the door. 

The waitress does nothing but look onto the fight unfold behind the counter, her phone shaking in her grasp as she tries to unlock it. Baekhyun spits on the floor, blood painting the washed out gray flooring. He looks back up, and Junmyeon hesitates as he watches Baekhyun's eyes turn into something almost demonic, his white teeth stained with the ruby color, smiling right at him. It almost felt like he wanted this to happen; but Junmyeon doesn't want to miss the opportunity to beat him to a pulp. 

Baekhyun lands a pretty good punch to his chin, making Junmyeon twist his neck to the left. He shakes it off quickly, running back at him and grabbing him by his shirt, pushing him against the wall. He doesn't stop his fist from hitting his face, not giving him any mercy, just enjoying seeing the blood erupt from his mouth. It wasn't until Sehun pulled him off that he let him go. Baekhyun slides down the wall, his hands weakly spread on the floor, the smile on his face never leaving. 

He wheezes, and Junmyeon just stares as Sehun restrains his arms behind his back, telling him, "It's okay, It's okay." He's in a delirious state now, looking down at his own shirt, the vermillion stains looking right back up at him. He watches as you somehow rush to Baekhyun's aid, looking at him and screaming. But it's all just static in his head. He pushes Sehun off of him, grunting as he winds his shoulder back. He stumbles as he walks away from the gore fest he created, cracking his knuckles. 

"Sir! You cannot leave this premise, I already called the cops!" 

The waitress was crying, her phone raised to her ear as she pointed at him. Junmyeon snickers, looking at her frazzled state. He continues to walk towards the door, stopping as he looks back at her, offering her a genuine side smile. 

"I am the police. Go get him some napkins. He'll be fine." 

He opens the door, looking up at the sky, watching the rain pour down. He smacks his lips together, then without a thought in his head, he takes off his jacket. He looks back inside, Sehun looking back at him with shock, and tosses it on one of the tables. 

"Give it to Baekhyun. He needs it more than me." 

Baekhyun's POV 

"Get in the fucking car, Sehun." 

Baekhyun didn't know what was exactly going to transpire today, but it sure as fuck wasn't this. He sits himself in his car, immediately looking at his face in the mirror. His nose was bleeding, one of his eyes was turning completely red- to which Baekhyun scoffed. 

He looked down at his hand, the faint color of crimson staining it. Usually this would be fine, but in this scenario he was disgusted. There should never be a moment where he, Baekhyun, would be the one spitting up blood. He listens to the back passanger's door close harshly, and he looks at a spooked Sehun staring back at him. He's stark white, his legs crossed over one another, his body visibly shaking. 

He licks his lips as he looks away, gripping the steering wheel. 

"Did you know he was going to do that?" He says sourly. 

Sehun shook his head, looking outside the window. 

"No. I've never seen him like that before." 

Baekhyun punches the wheel then, making Sehun audibly gasp. He turned around in a flash, teeth gritting together, aiming his next words towards the young boy. 

"I'm going to take Y/N home, and if you-" He jabs his finger in the other's chest, "say a single thing? I'll make sure you regret it. You got me?" 

He nods, tears brimming his eyes already. Baekhyun chuckles at that, pulling his hand away from him and sitting back in his seat completely. He clears his throat, blood still spewing from his lips. He grimaces, looking outside his own window this time, watching you walk up to his side with more napkins. 

You tap the window, and Baekhyun nimbly pushes down the button to roll it down. You quickly shove the napkins towards his nose, you're forcing out too many words at once, making you stutter uncontrollably. 

"I- I did- I can't believe he did that. Are you o-okay?" You take sharp breaths in between each word, like it hurt to inhale. 

Baekhyun's heart swells at that, and he rests his hand over yours, stopping your frantic movements. He shakes his head and closes his eyes, trying to remain calm for you. He listens to your ragged breathing, then rests his gaze on yours. He smiles. 

"I'll be fine. Let me take you home-" 

"No. I- I have to talk to him." 

And why did you want to talk to him? Baekhyun wondered. He was only one short circuit away from blowing up, but he reminds himself that it's you, that's he talking to. He couldn't have you thinking he was the controlling boyfriend that he knows he is. Baekhyun would be the composed, innocent man in this situation. And God, it really fucking sucked being good. 

"If that's what you think you should do. Go for it." He narrows his eyes, watching as you didn't expect that response. You nod hestitangly, unsure of what to do with the remaining napkins in your hand. He shakes his head softly, taking them from you. 

"Make sure you text me when you get home then. I'll come over." He says in a whisper. 

You give him a sympathetic smile, "Of course." 

You give him a kiss on his cheek, to which Baekhyun makes sure to record in his memories to fond over later. You turn around, but Baekhyun reaches out his window and latches his grasp on your wrist. You look back confused, but he doesn't even need to say it to you now; something that he pleasantly enjoyed. 

"I- I love you." 

He tilts his head cheekily to the side, letting you go. 

"I love you too." 

He watched until you were only a speck in his vision, and then he grudgingly turned back around again, latching his fangs into Sehun. 

"Get in the front with me." 

Sehun shook his head. 

"I'm okay back here-" 

"Get up here." Baekhyun deadpans. 

So there they were, driving in Baekhyun's car, driving aimlessly. He hasn't said anything to the other, just kept quiet as he tapped his finger on the wheel, watching his windshield wipers dispose of the rain on the car. Sehun cleared his throat when they arrived at a red light, and Baekhyun flickered his eyes on him for a second, then continued to stare forward at the road.

"What?" He says in a sardonic tone. 

"Where are we going? I actually have some work I have to go over-" 

"Really? What is it about?" Baekhyun smirks, hitting the gas pedal. 

Sehun fiddles with his hands, "Just some um, you know. Burglary case." 

Baekhyun nods, his voice ringing in the silent car. 

"Man, I hate people like that. They could be so annoying, huh?" 

Sehun forces out a bitter laugh. 

"Y-yeah. They're... annoying." 

"Tell me Sehun. Because I'm really, really, into what you do for a living. How do you live with yourself when you know you have blood on your hands? Do you think you're better than me?" 

Silence. 

He turns a street, slowing down his speed in the empty neighborhood. He waits for him to say something, but just like he knew, Sehun didn't dare say a single syllable. He looks at the dim lit houses and apartments as he continues his drive, pointing at some and complimenting the exterior. He stops in front of one, moving his hand towards the Park shift. He faces Sehun now, observing how he stayed completely still, his shoulders hunched over, his face looking completely in his lap. Baekhyun snaps his fingers, making the other jump in his seat. 

"You see that house?" 

Sehun diverted his attention outside the window. It was an ugly house; seemingly abandoned from the looks of it. It was almost as if it was being held by strings, the paint chipping off the wood, the lawn a complete jungle. The roof was beaten in, some had already caved in, submitting itself over to the undeniable death. He looked back at Baekhyun, his eyebrow raised. 

"What about it?" 

Baekhyun winced, his eye throbbing in pain. He fixates on Sehun through his migraine. 

"It's beautiful." 

"Beautiful? I don't see how-" 

He slaps his face then, immediately grabbing his cheek to look back at him. 

"Isn't it beautiful seeing things struggle to stay alive? No matter how broken they are. They still manage to live. And do you know why us, as people, no matter how battered and bruised we get, we still get up?" 

Sehun shook his head in Baekhyun's hand. Baekhyun rolls his eyes, digging his fingernails into his skin. "Because they think they have purpose. And where does purpose come from? It comes from the undeniable feeling that something or someone created you- that some being put you in existence because they believed you had something to grace this fucked up reality." 

He lets go of Sehun's face, shoving him against the window. He unbuckles his seatbelt, crawling towards his body and pushing his head on the window. He savors seeing Sehun's breath clouding on the clear glass, his breathing short with each one he took. He locks his fingers in his hair, twisting and pulling it, slamming his face into the glass harder. 

"But do you want to know the one thing that people don't know?" 

He snickers to himself as he grins. 

"I am the person who decides people's purposes. Me." 

Sehun pushes him off, saliva dripping down his mouth, his eyes in a crazed state. Baekhyun raises his hands in the air as if he'd been caught, then relaxes as he leans against his seat. 

"So, Sehun. Can you answer my question?" 

Sehun grips the leather seat, tears staining his cheeks. 

"What question?" He lashes out. 

"Do you think you're better than me?" 

"I- I don't know. Why does this matter, why me?" He spews angrily. 

Baekhyun sighs, lazily draping his seatbelt on himself. He resumes his quaint car drive, not answering Sehun's question. He wracked his mind about this for a while; people who knew they were going to die not cooperating with their killer. It never made sense, Baekhyun enjoyed the manipulative mind games he would play with people, much like a kid playing with their food. Deciding which portion of their meal would enter their mouths... which portion would end up unscathed. If you were in the palm of a sadistic killer, would you rather play with him or fight him? 

The choice was fairly obvious. 

But obviously not. 

The gloomy skies turned a shade of purple and black, the moon resurfacing from its slumber. Baekhyun didn't say anything as he parked in front of the apartment building he frequented often. He pushed back the pain that screamed at him, lifting his hand to grab his car keys. Sehun stayed put, glancing up towards the building. When he didn't react, Baekhyun waved his key in the air questiongly at him. 

"You're not excited to be here?" 

"Why would I be?" 

"Because now you won't be alone with me." 

Sehun uttered underneath his breath, "I'm not talking to him anymore." 

Baekhyun jutted his bottom lip out, masking a look of concern. 

"Not best friends with your best friend anymore? Wonder why." 

"Like you fucking care." 

Baekhyun shook his head, reaching over to the glove box. He opened it up, pulling the sharp object out. He grazed his indent finger over the gray blade, watching how prettily it shined in the darkness. Sehun held his breath, watching Baekhyun admire his toy. Baekhyun smiled brightly, his cheeks warming up. 

"I'm offended by that. I care about my friends. And you're my friend." 

Something in the air changed when Baekhyun stated that; and he took into account how Sehun's once scared shitless exterior softened. Obviously something happened between him and Chanyeol, it wasn't like he necessarily cared about what it was about, but if it could make this more entertaining for him, he'll use it. 

"Get out. If you make a run for it, I'll kill you." 

Baekhyun stood behind Sehun as he entered the apartment building, knife embedded in his lower back. An awkward ride in the elevator was fun for Baekhyun, enjoying how Sehun squirmed in discomfort. He felt his phone vibrate in his back pocket, and without his eyes leaving Sehun's back, he pulled it out. He squinted from the bright light coming from his phone, but that soon was replaced with a heartwarming grin. 

i made it home. let me know when you're coming over. i'll order take out. :) love you. 

He shoved it back into his pocket as the elevator notified them they arrived. He couldn't wait to come back home to you, being able to be overwhelmed with your scent, your body, your touch. He almost stumbled in his step while thinking about it, but he covered it up by pushing Sehun ahead of him, towards Chanyeol's door. 

He brushed some hair out of his eyes, gazing at Sehun's closed fist knocking on the door of his life-long friend. He felt his heart race faster as Chanyeol opened the door in shock, wearing only a robe, his hair in complete disarray. Baekhyun brought his free hand up, waving cutely in his direction. 

"We haven't had a guy's night in a while." 

Chanyeol had let them in, stubbornly, but still- let them in. Which was his biggest mistake in his life so far. Baekhyun had grabbed Sehun by his collar and led him towards the couch. He threw him down roughly, flipping the knife in his hand in the air before jokingly pretending to stab him. 

"Quit it, Baek." Chanyeol shouted at him, taking his place on a chair beside the glass table. 

Baekhyun giggled to himself, flashing the knife at Chanyeol. He grunted as he pushed the tip of the blade away, giving a snarling look. Crossing his arms, Chanyeol pierced his gaze at Sehun, the younger childishly looking away. He snorted at that, then watched as Baekhyun sat in his own chair. 

Chanyeol quipped, "What the fuck happened to you? You almost look as bad as me." 

"Your friend. Junmyeon." Baekhyun grunted out. 

Chanyeol widens his eyes. Then erupts in boisterous laughter, hand clapping included. The two men aren't amused by it in the slightest, and after a couple more seconds of his annoying noise, he dwindles down, fully taking in the tension filled air. He licks his lips and brings his attention back to Baekhyun, but more importantly the blade that was adorned in his grip. 

"What's the knife for, huh?" Chanyeol barks at him. He was nervous, Baekhyun could tell. 

So he shimmies into his seat, ready to watch the show unfold in front of his very eyes; perfectly orchestrated by him. "I thought we'd play a game." 

Sehun sits up in his seat, broadcasting for the first time a sense of confidence. 

"A game?" 

Baekhyun nods sweetly. 

"A game. Rules are that you have to play. If you don't- well you know." He says in a singsong voice. 

He watches Chanyeol stretch out his arms, sighing. He flashes a grim look towards Sehun. 

"Thought you didn't want to see me anymore. Why'd you come?" 

"Yeah, like I volunteered to be held at knife point by Baekhyun. I didn't want to come here." 

Baekhyun stifles back laughter, crossing his legs together as he listens to the argument stirring up. He looked down at his knife; the same knife he used on Mina. If he squinted hard enough, he could still see the faint blood on the pristine gift Chanyeol gave him. 

"Well I don't know, this could be an ambush for all I know. You and your stupid fucking choices that you make. You never learn, do you?" Chanyeol's veins popped out of his neck as he spoke to Sehun. 

Sehun rolled his eyes, looking at Baekhyun. 

"What do we have to do?" 

"What, so you're ignoring me now? Prick." Chanyeol spits. 

Baekhyun stands, interjecting as he raises his hands in the air. 

"Now now. Let's not get too excited to play the game. Let me explain the rules, okay guys?" 

They don't say anything so Baekhyun takes it that they're interested. He loved his friends. 

"So, the whole premise is kind of silly," He chuckles as he walks over to the couch, wrapping his arm around Sehun's shoulders, "Basically, the two of you spill your guts about every horrible thing you've done for me. The one who takes responsibility wins. Pretty easy, right?"

Sehun puckers his lips and begins to open his mouth, but Baekhyun shushes him, grazing the knife on his cheek. "I'm not finished." 

"The one who's too much of a self centered cunt, dies. By who? You're wondering? Well," He stands up, dragging the knife on the glass table, making the men in the room groan from the noise, "By the one who wins. I think it's pretty fair." 

Chanyeol gives him the most stomach-turning frown, his lips trembling in distraught. 

"No fucking way." 

Baekhyun walks behind Chanyeol's chair, his hand bringing the knife to his neck. He inches towards the other's ear, his lips grazing his skin ever so slightly. 

"Aren't we friends, Channie? Best friends, right?" 

His friend's hand grips the chair's arm furiously, "Us being friends doesn't have anything to do with this, Baekhyun." 

"Oh, but I think it does. You know why it does, Chanyeol? Because I have something on you. And if I tell the entire world what Park Chanyeol did- well, that wouldn't end well for you, right? But I'm your friend, so I'll give you a chance to not ruin your perfect cookie cutter reputation." 

He slices Chanyeol's skin lightly, looking down to see the small beads of blood sprout from his neck. He immediately hushes his deep rooted snarls, his body settling into the situation that was being unfolded. Sehun gapes, but he slowly closes his own mouth, eyebrows furrowed together as he leans out of his seat. 

Baekhyun smiles. "Okay then. Who wants to be honest?" 

He sits back down in his chair. Of course, he had something up his sleeve. He slipped his phone out of his pocket, cleverly hiding it from view underneath his thigh. He rummaged through his miscellaneous apps, until he finally clicked on Voice Memos. And finally, the game would actually begin. 

Sehun starts it off, which was little to no surprise to Baekhyun. He was the weaker one out of all of them after all. 

"I- I disposed of the body of Baekhyun's girlfriend. I didn't like doing it though. I- I still have nightmares about it." 

Baekhyun gives a light hearted clap, to which Sehun glares. He looks towards Chanyeol, and Baekhyun copies. He looks tired, his arms hanging off the arms of the chair, his eyes fixated on the ground. 

"Chanyeol? What about you? What have you done?" Baekhyun questions. 

Chanyeol licks his lips, pulled out of the trance he put himself in. 

"I... I haven't done anything." 

God, was he an idiot. He knew his friend was prideful, but did he really have to be when it came to his own life? He sighs, shaking his head. 

"No... I don't think that's right. Come on, spill your guts. We don't judge here!" 

His cheerfulness does nothing to the bland environment. Chanyeol covers his face with both of his hands, something of a sob tumbling from his throat. Baekhyun looks at Sehun, giving him a look that reads, "Can you believe this guy?" 

"I didn't do anything. I haven't." Chanyeol repeats. 

Sehun stands up, anger fusing into his features. 

"I should have known you wouldn't fess up to anything. You're just like your fucking dad." 

Baekhyun gasps, placing his hands over his mouth. He tries to fight off the incoming laughter from his chest, but it spills over maniacally. Of course, he knew Chanyeol's trouble with his own father, I mean he issued him to kill him for Christ's sake. But compared to Baekhyun, Chanyeol's sanity when it came to his dad was utterly gone. He knew not to talk about it; only when it mattered, when it was a reminder. Obviously Sehun didn't know about this. So Baekhyun continued his fit of giggles, his eyes latching onto Chanyeol's furious state. 

"You know, I let it go earlier. I mean, you didn't even give me the chance to say anything before you left, you fucking asshole. But you- you don't know anything about my fucking father. He was a living fucking nightmare, he cheated, he lied, he hit me. I am nothing, like him," Chanyeol kicks his chair back, his body moving faster than he could have been thinking, stopping as he stands in Sehun's face, "So shut the fuck up if you know what's good for you." 

Sehun clenches his fists, mustering up a confident face, but failing horribly. 

"I killed Kyungsoo. I am the person who fucking helped. I disposed of a body. Come on, Chanyeol. Fucking take ownership. Don't fucking die because your pride!" 

With a gurgled yell, Chanyeol punches Sehun in the face, his own face bright red with anger. Sehun fights back, grabbing Chanyeol by his shoulders and shoving him into the glass table, shards gliding on the hardwood floor, pieces stopping at Baekhyun's shoes. Baekhyun's adrenaline shoots up, his already widened eyes stretching out even more, his smile so big it's beginning to hurt. He picks up a shard of glass, flipping it around in his hand as he watches Sehun plummeting his fist into Chanyeol's face. 

He stands up, walking behind Sehun and seeing his friend's face go in and out of consciousness. His lip is busted, blood is sprayed on his chin and exposed chest, his eyes are in a dazed, frenzied state. Sehun freezes his movements, taking a deep breath in before he pulls Chanyeol up, looking him straight in the eyes. 

"Chanyeol. Please, say something." 

He spits blood on the younger's face, yet Sehun stays stoic. He whispers this time, 

"Choose me. Choose to live." 

Baekhyun huffs annoyed, giving Sehun's ribs a hard kick, watching him cripple up and fall on the ground. He stands over Chanyeol now, both of his feet on either side of him, crouches down and smacks his lips together.

"What did you end up doing yourself, huh, Yeol?" He brushes some of Chanyeol's dark locks off his forehead, gagging as he touches some of the blood that was painted into his skin. 

Chanyeol's voice is brittle as he speaks, "P-please. Help." 

The words came out weakly, each syllable too painful for him to escape from his mouth. Baekhyun ponders for a moment, then nods his head. He picks up his battered friend, sitting him up and dragging him so he leans on the chair he had kicked back moments prior. He slaps him a little, trying to keep him conscious. When he finally lets up and keeps his eyes open, Baekhyun waves the knife in his face gleefully. 

"You want me to help you, right?" 

Chanyeol nods slowly, his eyes crossing repeatedly, trying to focus on him. Baekhyun let's a small, "uh-huh," out, then walked towards Sehun. He repeats his action, dragging his body and stopping to drop him right in front of Chanyeol's feet. He digs his foot into Sehun's neck, putting pressure steadily, watching him struggle to push him off. Baekhyun looks at Chanyeol with a straight face, eyes dark. 

"What do you want me to do, Chanyeol?" 

Chanyeol, becoming more and more aware of what's happening, gurgles on his own blood, sputtering out drops of the red on Sehun's face. He shakes his hands, getting on his knees and trying to remove Baekhyun's foot from the other's throat. Baekhyun sneers at that, disappointment settling into his features. He keeps his foot on the other's throat and takes a step in Chanyeol's direction, bringing the knife to the side of his neck. 

"You can't save him. But you want to know what you can do?" Baekhyun lashes out in anger. 

Chanyeol shakes, looking up defeated. 

"W-what?" He says brokenly. 

Baekhyun removes the knife from his throat, then points his finger and motions for Chanyeol to get on top of Sehun. It takes him a moment to register what he's asking, but nonetheless, he does it. And Baekhyun feels almost a little bit of pity for him; but it's quickly erased when he hears Sehun wheeze against his shoe. He takes his foot off of him, crouching behind Chanyeol, placing his hands on his shoulders, leaning his head against the crook of his neck as he peered down at Sehun. 

"What do you want to say, Sehun?" Baekhyun asks. 

There's fear in his eyes, and the all knowing feeling that his last words were coming soon. He knew the look all too well, loved seeing it. But in this moment, it felt different. Rather than the impending speech of love being tarnished, a future of marriage memorized and said endless amounts of times to potential lovers, this was Sehun. Sehun, who played the game right, Sehun who didn't let pride wash over him. It made Baekhyun feel... like a God. He was the one who wrote the script, who decided to change the rules if it didn't seem fit to his liking, he was- He Is- God. 

"The answer- to your question." Sehun says shakily. 

Baekhyun shapes his mouth into an, "O '' shape, nodding his head and biting his lip eagerly. 

"Yes? And what is that?" 

Sehun looks directly at Chanyeol as he speaks, 

"I'm not better than you." 

Baekhyun hears Chanyeol's voice hitch, his body trembling. Sehun continues. 

"You win. You'll always win, Baekhyun." 

"Exactly. Now, Chanyeol," Baekhyun slithers his hand down to Chanyeol's, placing the knife in his hand, "I'm going to give you something that you've always wanted." 

Chanyeol replies in a monotone voice, "Which is?" 

"To kill and rid of the obstacle in your life. I won't do it for you this time. Think of it as a gift." 

He looks as Chanyeol slowly but surely wraps each finger around the hilt of the knife, until it is in his grasp most surely. Baekhyun gingerly brings his hand on Chanyeol's arm, pushing it towards Sehun's chest. He lets go once the blade is inches from Sehun's own flesh, pausing to watch what his friend would do next. 

Sehun sobs, "We can still do it. We can still kill him, Chanyeol." 

"Is that right, Chanyeol? You can still kill me? Well look, I'm right here. Do it." Baekhyun lets the last words drip with curiosity. 

Chanyeol doesn't make any movements. He stays on top of Sehun, knife remaining inches from his chest. His troubled breathing is the only sound in the apartment, only until he speaks with the utmost confidence. 

"I... I can be loyal to something as small as a best friend, Sehun." 

Sehun's eyes glimmered with hope then, Baekhyun almost faltering in his own confidence. 

"Yes- Yes, Chanyeol! I knew you would choose me-" 

And Chanyeol followed his words as he plummeted the knife into his friend. 

"Chan...chanyeol?" 

Sehun's mouth was left agape as he looked down shakily at the knife sticking out of his chest, Chanyeol's body hunched over Sehun's in a ghostly manner. Baekhyun let out a nervous chuckle, putting a hand over his heart, closing his eyes in relief. He doubted- for a second, that Chanyeol would be persuaded by the meaningless words Sehun spouted out. But Baekhyun knew. 

"I knew you would choose me." Baekhyun says sarcastically, mimicking Sehun. 

Chanyeol says nothing as he takes the knife out of Sehun, throwing it away from his sight. He picked up the limp body now, his hand moving behind Sehun's head, pushing it up, shaking it. 

"Sehun? Sehun, please. I- I didn't do it. I didn't-" 

A string of sobs continued after, and Baekhyun walked quietly to retrieve his weapon, cleaning off the blood with his already ruined shirt. He made his way back to Chanyeol, who was attempting to revive Sehun's dead body, chest heaving as snot shot from his nose, his tears cascading on the corpse's face. Baekhyun snaps his finger, earning a devastated and desperate look from Chanyeol. 

"And where's my thank you for saving your ass?" Baekhyun crossed his arms together. 

Chanyeol blinked, his face morphing into one of shock. 

"Thank You? What the fuck do I have to thank you for? You killed my-" 

Baekhyun stamps his foot as he yells, 

"You! You killed him, Chanyeol. Not me. Maybe I should have let Sehun kill you; you still can't play the game fucking right. Piece of shit. You can't even say thank you for the gift I gave you, some fucking stability in your life, jeez. Also," He snakes out his phone from his pocket, waving it in the air, then clicking the button to end the voice memo, "I have it all recorded. I'll just keep it as a reminder for you." 

Chanyeol grips Sehun's body closer to his chest. His left eye was swollen shut now, the blood dried on his face and chest. Baekhyun didn't think Chanyeol looked any better than right now. So he sticks his phone back in his back pocket, slipping the knife in the other. He walks over to the door, but Chanyeol stops him with one last pleading question. 

"Baekhyun. Why... why didn't you kill me?" 

Baekhyun stills. He looks over his shoulder, smiling. 

"Because. You're my friend." 

"Goodbye, Chanyeol." 

And as he closed the door behind him, he listened to Chanyeol unleash a blood curdling scream. He relished in it, humming a tune to himself as he walked down the hallway. He brought his phone out as he entered the elevator. He typed happily, his thoughts finally only becoming about you. 

on my way back. i missed you so much. i'm so happy. :)

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The One That Got Away

Pairing: bff!baekhyun x reader

Genre: fluff, heavy angst

warnings: major character death

Baekhyun and you are best friends, and you knew both of you wanted more than that, but something is holding him back, and you can’t quite grasp what it is.

You are stretched out lazily on your bed, reading a novel with your best friend, Baekhyun sitting cross legged beside you. He was on his phone, occasionally laughing and sighing, while scrolling through his twitter account. This is how both of you spent the weekend, almost every week. Your thoughts were too deep into your favourite fictional characters that you didn't even notice him putting down his phone. You only noticed you were frowning when you felt two warm fingers between your eyebrows, smoothing them, making you startled.

These past few months, Baekhyun's touches seemed to affect you a lot more than usual. You felt so odd with those kind of feelings, cause Baekhyun and you had known each other for years. You could even share one bed with Baekhyun when sleeping and feel nothing, but not anymore.

You immediately looked at Baekhyun questioningly.

"Stop frowning, you look ugly," he said jokingly.

"How about now?", You knitted your eyebrows together, even more.

His beautiful laugh filled the room. it's contagious, causing you to laugh too.

This is how it is, when you're around him. It's so warm and bright, no matter what season of the year or which part of the day it is.

He lifted your head and put it gently on his laps. He poked your head softly, causing your gaze to leave the novel in your hands and directed it to him.

"What? I'm not even frowning,", you arched one brow.

"Hey y/n, random question, what would you want to do, if you knew you had only one day left with me?", he grinned.

Random question is a game both of you created last year. It was a resultant of an eventless and also restless night, where both of you spent all night playing. There are only two rules; which are you need to answer honestly and you are only given five minutes to think about the answer. It could be the most random things, like once, Baekhyun asked if you would rather have tongues as fingers or fingers as tongues. Or even the most serious things, such as when you asked Baekhyun if he'd rather die first and not experience losing you, or experience losing you, but at least he knows, you won't ever be left alone. He used all his five minutes to think and finally chose the latter. In his defense, he said that you can't even cook your own breakfast. Your intention of asking that was actually to tease him about how you'd haunt him after you die, but he looked so serious, unlike how he usually is, so your voice broke, even before you could say a word.

"Why are you asking that, are you leaving me?", you shot him a look.

"No, it is obviously just a random question I saw on twitter, and that made me curious too", his grin still on his face.

You tried to read his face, but he was wearing his stupid grin he always puts on when he's happy, so you knew, he was saying the truth.

You've actually thought of this before, so you immediately answered,

"I will try to forget about the fact that it's my last day with you, and have all the fun i can have with you. So I'll bring you to Disneyland and I hope that night, we could see the first snow together", you smiled at the idea, but you also knew it would break you if Baekhyun ever leave you.

"Why Disneyland, though?",he tilted his head to the side, meeting your gaze. He looked so cute, like a tiny puppy. Your right hand found their way to his hair, your thumb and index finger playing with it, starting from the part near the scalp to the end of his soft brown hair, repetitively. You remembered he once said he loved the gesture, it made him so calm.

"I don't know, it just seemed perfect if we first met because of Disney and we also last met at Disney," you shrugged, almost laughing at the memory of when you first met Baekhyun at the high school library.

Flashback: 4 years ago

You were looking for a novel at the fictional section, when you first saw him, his back facing you. Being the busybody you are, you tiptoed to peek at the book on his hands, and saw the word 'Beauty and the Beast' at the upper side of the page.

"Great taste", you commented.

He turned to you, closing his book too abruptly, causing the hardcover novel to fall on your foot. You winced a bit, but you were grateful you were wearing your sneakers.

"Oh my god, I'm so sorry, did it hurt?", he picked up the book from the floor, eyeing your foot for a second.

"No, no it's fine, really," you ignored the tad bit of pain on your toes.

"Can you really walk?", he asked worriedly.

"Yes, yes, don't worry!", and just like that, he went off. Hmph. You sighed inwardly.

The next day, you found him at the same place, again with his back towards you.

"Well, well, look who's here,", you greeted. This time around, he turned around and closed his book but luckily, it didn't fell. He just grinned at you sheepishly.

"I haven't seen you before?", you asked.

"Yeah, I just transferred here yesterday,"

"Oh, you're the handsome one people have been talking about? I'm y/n, by the way," you offered your hand.

"Did YOU find me handsome? I'm Baekhyun," he took your hand, an amused smile adorning his face.

You scoffed. The question caught you off guard.

"Well, you look okay to me, as long as you don't drop your books on my foot", you retorted.

It's his turn to look embarrassed.

"Hey! It wasn't my fault! You were the one who made me startled!", he whined.

And that's how you became best friends. You met almost every day at the library, sometimes exchanging opinions about the novel you read and sometimes hanging out at the coffee shop while doing your assignments. Despite the age gap of two years, him older, both of you find time for each other and cherished each other's presence and that was all that matters in your friendship.

Back to the present

"Hey! Stop laughing! I know you're laughing at me!", he jutted his lower lip.

You laughed even more than before.

"Shut up!,"

"Or what?", you said in between your laughs.

"Or I'll kiss you,", he said a little quietly, but you still managed to hear it. You abruptly stopped laughing, you could hear your heart thumping rapidly in your chest.

"Well, that shut you up, you didn't want me to kiss you, that badly, huh", you looked at his face and for a second, you swore you saw a hurt expression on his face, but he immediately smirked, making you question if you're just imagining things.

Fast forward a year later

You just finished your last class for the week, when your phone buzzed. It was a text from Baekhyun.

Bestie 🙄: Wait for me at your uni's parking lot

His university and yours are just a fifteen minutes drive, so you're used to him occasionally picking you up. You replied with a short ok and proceeded to walk to the parking lot.

His face lightened up a bit when he saw you, but you didn't see him. He intentionally honked and you yelped, as you showed him a middle finger.

He was laughing when you were opening the car door, as you cursed under your breath.

"I hate you,", you side eyed him.

"No you don't, you love me, that's why we're best friends,", he grinned.

You felt your heart broke at the word 'best friend', but you ignored it.

"Ugh, stop being so corny,", you replied.

"So, don't freak out,", he turned to you seriously.

"What?"

"Seriously, don't freak out!"

"Byun Baekhyun, I will freak out if you don't tell me right now!", you half yelled.

"Gosh, you're so much fun,", he said sarcastically, while handing you a white envelope.

You tear it open to find a pair of flight tickets and also Disneyland tickets.

"BAEKHYUN!!!! IS THIS FOR REAL!!! WHEN ARE WE GOING??", you were so happy, you screamed as your arms immediately wrapped around him.

He smiled widely as he returned your hug, and he whispered a soft

"right now"

And as if on cue, he detached himself from your hug and immediately started to drive to the airport. He had already packed all your necessities and clothes in the luggage on the backseat. He also asked you to take out the passport from the drawer in front of you, as he rambled on about how he had been planning this for months.

The next day

Today is the day. You woke up with a smile on your face and immediately got ready for your Disneyland visit. You were so ready to have fun today.

You knocked on Baekhyun's door as he opened it. The first thing that greeted your eyes when you closed the door, was his abs. He was asking you which shirt he should wear, but you weren't listening. How could you be listening? You were too absorbed by the view in front of you.

"Liking the view? My eyes are up here, y/n,", he teased, his two fingers pointing towards his eyes.

You could feel your face burning as you cleared your throat.

"You're so full of yourself,", you rolled your eyes as you picked the plain black shirt, and hurled it to his face. Your favourite look of his is definitely when he wore the plain black shirt with his jeans.

At the Disneyland

Both of you weren't really an adrenaline junkie, but you told Baekhyun you were going to make his money worth it, so you are both going to try ALL the rides in the Disneyland. He also bought the express lane ticket, so that even made it possible for you to do it.

You started with Dumbo the Flying Elephant. Your first ride didn't go so well. Both of you were screaming out of your lungs and clutching each other's hands as if your life depends on it when the ride wasn't even that scary, resulting with both of you earning weird looks given by the little kids that looked like 7 year olds when the ride ended. You and Baekhyun exchanged embarrassed glances and laughed anyways.

You decided to take your words; "trying ALL the rides" back, and proceeded to "try ALL the less scary rides instead", which Baekhyun reacted with a sigh of relief.

It was already noon when your stomach was screaming to be filled, and Baekhyun seemed to hear it too. You looked at him, embarrassed, but he only laughed at you, which made you pout slightly,

"Stop laughing, I'm hungry, dumbass,"

He acted offended, hands clutching his chest dramatically,

"Why should I feed someone who called me dumbass?"

"Fine, I'll say this again, I'm hungry, Baekhyunnnnn,", you said, playing with your intonation a bit.

"Not cute enough,", he looked at you uninterestedly.

You huffed and muttered "Fine bitch, you asked for it," under your breath. "Baekhyunneeee, I said I'm hungryyyy,", you tried again.

You expected for him to react poorly like acting as if he's gagging or something, but instead, he pinched your cheeks and nose as the ends of his lips turned upwards, forming a genuine smile.

"You're so cute, let's get you some food", he said as he took your hand. Damn, if only you knew where all these butterflies in your stomach came from.

Both of you went for the It's a Small World, Slinky Dog Spin and a lot of others to name.

The next thing you knew, it's already 10 past 9.

"y/n, let's go to the souvenir shop then get ready to get back home,"

"Already?" You asked. It seemed that time flew by too quickly when you're enjoying yourselves. Your shoulders slumped forward as Baekhyun led you to the shop.

It was so bright inside, filled with interesting things that costed an organ. You settled with a small keychain, reminding yourself to not spend too much.

"y/n, try this," Baekhyun placed a hairband with bunny ears in your hand.

"No, I don't have enough money for this,"

"Come on, I'll buy it for you," he convinced.

"Really? You can't take your words back, Baek!," your face brightened up.

"I wont, y/n, come on! Try it noww!", he pushed.

You placed the hairband on your head.

"How do I look, Baek?"

His gaze which was originally on the rack, landed on you. This is a new one, you've never seen this gaze before, so you can't quite comprehend it.

"Hey Baek, do i look so pretty that you're speechless or what," you joked.

"Well yeah,"

"What? Hey Baekhyun! That was supposed to be a joke!", you hit him lightly on the chest, but he managed to catch your wrist. Looking at his frowning face, he looked like he was about to say something.

"Hey, are you okay,", your fingers smoothen his temple, like he always did to you.

"Y-yeah, it's nothing," he looked down to his shoes.

You decided not to push it, cause you knew better that Baekhyun won't tell you something until he's really ready to do it. So instead you changed the mood.

"Baek, we should buy matching ones!", you placed a hairband with matching bunny ears gently on his head.

"Awh, we look so cute, Baekhyun, look at that!" you pointed to the mirror in front of you.

He lifted his head and looked at the mirror, and as if he's looking at the most beautiful view ever, his lips turned into a wide smile, the kind that reaches his eyes.

"That's more like it, take a picture, Baekhyun!",

Both of you were at the counter, Baekhyun paying for the souvenirs you wanted. You tried resisting, but it's no use. You were about to whine about him paying, when you heard the fireworks. Baekhyun immediately took your hand and dragged you to the open space in front of the shop.

You were utterly amazed by the fireworks that you kept silent. A smile crept into your face as you were looking intently at the beautiful fireworks until it ended. It was a whole 20 minutes, but you were too absorbed with it, that caught you speechless. What you didn't know was that, Baekhyun was also doing the same thing, but instead of the fireworks, his eyes was on your face all along, but with a sad smile plastered on his face.

Just after the fireworks ended, the first snow started to fall. You can't believe how perfect the night was.

You turned your head at Baekhyun and found his gaze on you, making you blush, but you didn't really worry if Baekhyun sees it, cause it was dark.

"Liking the view? The fireworks were up there, Baek," you thought that it would be fun to tease him, just like how he teased you this morning.

Snow started falling and immediately melt as it touches your hair and jacket. You raised your hand to let the the snow fall into your palm.

"Baek, look, it's snowing,"

You looked at him, what you didn't expect was his intense gaze on your lips. The atmosphere was so thick, you could cut it with a knife. Again, he looked like he's considering to do something. You saw him almost leaning in, but he stopped midway. His eyes finally meet yours and you saw something break in him, but you can't seem to grasp what it is. In a flash, he broke the eye contact and just said, "Let's get going, we're gonna miss the flight,". He said that as if nothing happened. As if no glances were stolen, as if no feelings were harboured.

You won't lie, you felt disappointed and you could hear your heart shattered into pieces. You know, there's something holding him back, but it is impossible for you to figure it out, if Baekhyun keeps on avoiding it like this.

The journey home was a silent one, until you and Baekhyun were at your door. You were about to say something, when both of you started to talk at the same time. Both of you laughed, you felt the atmosphere lightens.

"You first,", you said.

"Did you have fun tonight?"

"Of course i did! It was never not fun with you, Baekhyun. It is fun even if we're just playing random question,"

Again, the sad smile that didn't reach his eyes. The smile that broke your heart, but you didn't even know why.

"I'm glad we're best friends, y/n. I'm grateful we met. I'm even more grateful you cherished me as much as I cherished you,"

Again, the damned word, 'best friend'

"Stop with the goddamn word 'best friend', Baekhyun, I'm so tired of that shit,", the words that came out of your mouth surprised you. They obviously caught Baekhyun by surprise too.

"What do you mean?",

"Are you blind, Baekhyun? I cherished you more than best friends, Baek. I wanted more than just 'best friends'. Cant you see that I love you?",your voice breaking at the last sentence.

He was silent, so you continued,

"And don't start with the bullshit that you don't feel the same way, cause I know you do. I saw it in your eyes, and I thought I was imagining it, but you almost leaned in, Baek! You almost freaking leaned in! What's holding you back, Baekhyun?", you almost shouted, hot tears already running down your cheeks.

You could see his eyes softened.

"Don't say that, y/n. You can't love me. Please, I'm begging you, please don't love me, I'm not selfish enough to let you love me and I can't possibly leave you like this!", he sounded so frustrated, yet so sad.

"What does that suppose to mean? Why are you leaving me, Baekhyun? Are you really leaving me? You said you're never gonna leave me,", you asked quietly, not quite believing what you heard.

"Shit," he muttered under his breath.

"Let's talk about this later, y/n. When we can think straight,"

"No, I need an explanation, right now, Baekhyun,"

"Let's just talk later, y/n, I'm tired"

At this rate, you're talking without thinking anymore.

"Fine, leave me, Baekhyun, but make sure you don't come finding me back, ever again"

You shut the door on his face.

You made your way to your bed and cried, regretting what you said, but your ego won't let you take your words back.

You woke up with puffy eyes as you trudged lazily to the living room. You saw something in front of the door, right on the floor. Squinting, you saw a white envelope. Baekhyun must've slipped it under the door yesterday. Rage fills all over you, so you picked it up and shoved it into the trashcan.

You weren't having it today, so you lazily slouched on the sofa, watching tv all day. That's when you heard the bell. It was 9 in the evening, for god's sake. You were about to yell at the person disturbing your evening, but you saw an out-of-breath chanyeol in front of you. You could feel something bad is happening,

"Chanyeol, what's wrong?"

"Baekhyun- hospital- not much time", chanyeol explained in between breaths.

Your heart's pace quickened at chanyeol's explanation. Is this really happening? That's when the thought dawned at you. This was what's holding him back. You could feel the world's crashing down on you.

The next thing you knew, you were already beside Baekhyun in a hospital room. He smiled to you weakly, when you wrapped your hands around his.

"B-Baekhyun..", you meant to ask what's wrong, but you ended up sobbing.

"Shh.. y/n, it's okay. I'm fine, really," his hands caressed your hair gently, as he pulled you to sit in his bed, beside him.

You got thousand of questions, like how serious is his illness, what is his illness, but you kept quiet, cause you don't believe yourself to say anything without crying.

"y/n, can i request something?"

You nodded.

"Can we act like I'm not sick? Let's act like how we always were, hanging out at your place," he said weakly.

Baekhyun's request broke your heart for the thousandth time. You took a deep breath, closed your eyes and nodded. You told yourself that you had to be strong for Baekhyun. You opened your eyes and smiled widely at him. He returned it and you forcefully joked, "What are you smiling at, creepy,"

His laugh resonated throughout the room. You laughed too, and you were determined to fulfil your best friend's wish, no matter how much it hurts you.

Both of you were laughing at everything and anything, considering that this is the last time you're sharing laughs. You were playing random question and baekhyun's teasing you all the time, until it was suddenly silent. He finally said it.

"y/n, I don't have much time left,"

That's when the dam broke, that's when you took off whatever mask you've put on. Tears came gushing down your cheeks and this time, you didn't even try to hold it in. Baekhyun can't seem to hold his tears too, cause the sight of you crying was breaking him into a million pieces, but he kept on saying it's okay, while his thumbs busy wiping your tears.

"Baekhyun, if only I knew..", you sobbed again.

"No, it wasn't your fault, y/n. I made this choice,"

When both of you knew you don't have much time left, you sat silent, enjoying each other's company for the last time. Baekhyun could feel his time is near, so he whispered, "I'm sorry I can't keep my promise, y/n,"

You also knew his time was coming, so you just shook your head.

"No, Baekhyun, don't say that", you placed your head on his chest.

"I'm sorry I can't stick with you til the end, like I promised. I'm sorry I'm leaving.. you.. first," he struggled saying the last few words.

You were already panicking, your hands trying to reach for the emergency switch, but Baekhyun stopped your hand.

"You're gonna be fine, Baekhyun, we're gonna be fine,", you repeated as if it’s a mantra, your tears staining baekhyun's shirt but you didn't care.

"I.. love.. you.. y/n..." this time, Baekhyun's breath was much shallower.

"I love you too, Baek,",

That was the first and last time both of you got to say 'i love you' just like how you meant it, nit the best-friend-i-love-yous, but the real i-love-you. Fate is such a mean word, you think. Just like that, he left you. He left you alone to navigate through the harsh world by yourself. You felt lost. You felt regret washing all over you. But the most dominant one you're feeling, is the feeling of rage. You were mad at Baekhyun for leaving you. You were mad at Baekhyun for not telling you the truth. You were mad at Baekhyun for lying to you all this time. As if you were possessed, you shook Baekhyun's lifeless bod roughly.

"Baekhyun, why did you leave me? How could you leave me, Baek? You said you were gonna see me leave first, cause I can't even cook my own breakfast! Then why... why are you leaving me Baekhyun..." you continued crying. You suddenly remembered about the letter Baekhyun slipped under the door. You ran outside, ignoring how your legs are protesting, catching a cab home. Your visions are so blurry with tears, it's such a miracle you found the crumpled piece of envelope in the trash can.

Dear y/n,My best friend, my love, my laughing gas, my day maker, my everything.If you're reading this, that means I failed to muster my courage to tell you everything after we went to Disneyland. I actually started writing this the day after you told me you would bring me to Disneyland if you knew it was your last day with me. I'm not really sure how much time I have left, but the doctors are saying I'm fine, as if I don't know the truth. I'm not sure when will I have to book all the tickets to bring you to Disneyland, and also, oh my god the passports! But don't worry, I've already asked the doctor to tell me if I don't have much chance left, so I can plan carefully when we'll be going, Y/n! Im such a genius, hee ^*^ 3/5/17

You stopped reading, as you laughed, but the pain in your heart has actually worsened.

Anyways I was actually contemplating if I should tell you I like you but the other day you kept quiet when i said i'd kiss you if you keep laughing. I guess you didn't like me back :< but it's okay!! At least I didn't tell you my confession first!!! It would have been awkward for us T^T 

3/5/17

“But I loved you, Baekhyun, if only I got to say that earlier..”

The treatment hurts me so bad T_T

5/7/17

“I wish I was there for you, baekhyun, i really do,” 

The doctor stopped my treatments cause I'm not getting any better, and cause it hurts me much more than it should be :/ 

5/12/17

Hey, I haven't updated cause for a moment, i thought I would at least have a few years, but just now during my appointment the doctor told me I don't have much time left. Not sure if I should feel sad cause that means im gonna leave you soon or if I should feel happy cause the doctor finally let me go to the Disneyland!! Usually I wasn't allowed to go anywhere with adrenaline rush like the theme park, but I begged the doctor and I said I'm going to die soon anyways, so... i'm booking the tickets

8/6/18

Why should I die, y/n? Am I a bad guy? Why me? I'm really scared. <\3 

8/10/18

“You're not a bad guy, Baek, you're such an angel, everybody loves you, I, love you, Baekhyun,” 

You almost stopped reading cause your hearts aches so so much, but you continued anyways. This one was written right after you fought.

Hey y/n, tonight we had a big fight and I regretted not telling you the truth earlier. I regretted not seeing the signs earlier. I regretted not saying that I love you, and I regretted for being such a coward. If only I told you I love you earlier, if only I was selfish enough, maybe we could have been happier, even if for a short time. I'm sorry, y/n. I really am. I'm sorry for breaking your heart tonight, but I can't let you love me, and then leave you forever. It's not fair for you. It's not fair for us. You deserved so much more, y/n. You deserved someone who could love you as much as I did, but you deserved someone who won't leave you, just like how i will. 

9/12/18

Goodbye, y/n. I'd have waited longer, but I really need to go, please be happy. 6 am, in front of your door, 

10/12/18.

This was written 2 hours after you shut the door at Baekhyun's face. The thought of him spending 2 hours on your doorstep broke you.

You could see tear stains on the paper, and it wasnt yours. Desperately, you searched for more writings, flipping the papers, checking every piece of them, but you knew that was the last one. You regretted everything you said last night but you couldnt do anything anymore. The times you spent with Baekhyun flashed across your mind. The time both you laughed so hard, until you feel pain in your stomach, the time you cried in his embrace because your pet died, the time when he got really mad at you because you were singing to Katy Perry's The One that Got Away. It all makes sense now and you realised you can't do anything about it. At last, you put the piece of paper down, defeated. The only thing you could do now is cry, until it numbs your broken heart.

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Vampire or werewolf baekhyun please.😭 Simple but I can't find really good fics.😭

Vampire!Baekhyun au (also might be a tease for a future series 😇)

Filling the cup nearly to the brim with rum, you slide the glass across the bar top toward the man that's been talking your ear off for 20 minutes. You smile politely, reminding yourself of the future tip, but anyone not inebriated will be able to tell how bored of this man you are.

Another customer catches your attention and you happily provide them with drinks to escape the man, but the second they're gone, he flags you back down to him. With a roll of your eyes, you walk back towards him, but your steps slow as you see a man approaching behind him.

He's impossible to miss. His cute features hold a hint of mischief while his dark-rimmed eyes hold nothing but empty amusement. His brown hair sits slightly waved against his forehead and his skin looks impossibly smooth. If his looks hadn't caught your attention, his walk definitely would've. He walks like he's sex on legs and his slightly exposed chest only adds to the lure. 

You watch silently as he taps the annoying man on the shoulder to get his attention. When the man turns to look at him, you swear you see something in his eyes change, but convince yourself it's just your imagination. 

"Why don't you go bug someone else?"

His voice is like honey and you almost feel like you're in a trance yourself. The only thing that breaks it is the annoying man standing up in a daze and walking away. Satisfied, the alluring man sits in the now vacant seat and looks at you expectantly.

You raise a brow at him before putting on your best customer service voice. "Thank you for that. What would you like to drink?"

He smirks. "How about a B positive?"

Furrowing your brows, you try to process what he means, but your coworker is quick on her feet. She immediately grabs a drink from a refrigerator you were told was for emergencies and hands it to him. He watches with interest as she turns and leans close to you to whisper one word.

Vampire.

Your eyes flash up to his as he leans back in the chair and takes a drink out of the brown glass bottle. You were warned about them when you moved here, told of their existence, but you haven't seen one in the flesh. At least, you don't think you have.

You brushed it off as the city being superstitious or really liking their lore. You didn't think vampires actually existed and went along with their little stories, but you couldn't deny that the man in front of you was inhuman. There's something about his looks and behavior that screams more.

"You must be new to the area." He leans forward with intrigue.

"That obvious?"

"Well, you're certainly not a local or you wouldn't be staring at me like I was a new species you've just discovered."

Before you can say anything, a commotion from the other side of the bar catches your attention. You both look over to see the annoying man from earlier hitting on some young girls and men who must be their boyfriends pushing him around. 

The man in front of you takes a deep breath, muttering something about using the wrong wording, before looking back at you and smiling.

"Looks like playtime is over," he says while standing up. "I'm sure I'll be seeing you around."

With that, he walks over to the man and throws his arms around his shoulders like they're old friends. He leads him toward the back of the bar and out the employee service entrance with a gleam in his eyes.

Curiosity getting the better of you, you gather up the trash behind the bar and make your way to the back door. Your coworker warns you not to, but her words fall on deaf ears as you push the door open and glance around behind the building. Finding the two men off to the side, shock fills you as you take in the scene.

The handsome stranger has a hold of the annoying man. One hand is roughly tilting his head to the side while the other holds up his limp body. His head is buried in the annoying man's neck almost like he's sucking on him.

Your mouth falls open and you drop the trash on the ground without realizing it. The handsome man's head snaps up at the sound and his eyes fall on you. A gasp leaves your lips as he smirks and your eyes take in the blood smeared around his mouth and dripping down his chin. Fear strikes your heart as you realize you've just stepped into a world there's no going back from.

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Touch it for Real, Part 6

Genre: Humor / Fluff / Angst / Eventual Smut

Warnings: OMG they were roommates / slice of life / slow burn / mutual pining / crude humor / cursing / virgin!baek / idiots to lovers / UST

Characters: Baekhyun X You/Female Reader

Description: You teach Baekhyun how to date. (Basically the Get You Alone M/V)

Part 1 , Part 2 , Part 3 , Part 4 , Part 5 , Part 6, Part 7

Fuck it. You wanted to quit.

You wanted to quit.

Your insides were a mess. Your sleep had been a mess. Your mood, an even bigger mess.

You’d already quit on the idea of sleep sometime around 4am when your eyes popped open for the twelfth time that night.

What was the problem? What was your problem, really?

You knew what it was.

It was too quiet.

There was a thick, oppressive, suffocating, pervasive silence in this apartment and it was making you lose your mind.

Until now you hadn’t realized how used to his noise you’d become. What if the constant and never ending hum of his racket behind that wall was what you actually needed to sleep? What if you’d fallen asleep on the rattling train tracks for too many months in a row and now you simply were unable to sleep peacefully unless you could hear him awake or singing or gaming or typing or hammering on the other side of that wall? Baekhyun thundered in everything he did. Why the hell was he so quiet?

Baekhyun hadn’t made a single sound since...since he said goodnight.

And you, you hadn’t made a single sound since that shameful sound that escaped when he’d kissed you. You moaned! Oh God. Your body was on fire. Maybe you could just let it happen. You would lay here and burn alive, the mattress would catch and then the curtains and then the entire building would go up in flames. You wouldn't have to face your embarrassment if there were no survivors, right?

You wanted to quit.

You’d simply pack up a bag and leave, quit living here and quit using him so selfishly, quit your dead end job, quit being his dating teacher, quit trying to hook him up with her.

Mia.

Your jaw clenched so hard your ears ached.

God. She was so perfect for him. You’d paid such close attention to finding someone who would absolutely deserve to win his heart with her intelligence and her experience and her charm. She would be able to play online games with him without getting stuck in a corner and then getting killed from behind. She would actually be useful in the game without getting confused and accidentally killing him when she hit the wrong button. She wouldn't make him explain the instructions again and again in simpler and simpler terms until the frustration mounted on his voice and he gave up with a defeated ‘just try to stay alive.’

She would know exactly what themes and tropes he was talking about when he ranted about some show he’d been marathoning all night and she’d discuss these things with him at length, offering insights of her own and opening lines of discussion that you never could. She had a good job and good connections and she was everything — she was everything you’d thought he needed in his life.

Why did it burn so much? You pounded your fist roughly over your chest plate. It didn't help one bit.

Your phone hummed with a good morning text from Ben.

You liked Ben. He was at least a reliable distraction. He was an early riser and he wasn't shy about texting you first or double texting you sometimes. He never gave you grief about taking too long to reply to him and you could tell that he was respectful, understanding, and kind hearted.

He was careful with his words as well, answering your questions with well-thought responses. You’d asked him an innocent hypothetical question last night; just to see what he would say. He’d responded that he would take you to see a movie as a first date. A movie and dinner. It was an expected response and you couldn’t shake the slight disappointment at how reliable and so very predictable this man was turning out to be. But really, what else did two people who didn't know each other very well at all do for a first date.  He didn't know a thing about what interested you. You didn't know what he liked to do for fun. Maybe the man liked being boring for fun. Maybe he was a risk analyst for his job and enjoyed a quiet life of safe unpredictability for funsies.

It was morning time now. Not too early for a casual acquaintance to text you but too late for you to still be laying around in bed on a Sunday when you knew you had to be up and out in that kitchen to start prepping for lunch with Baekhyun’s grandmother. It had been 2 weeks since she last came to visit with her “sweet son.”

At first, Baekhyun did most of the preparations alone but gradually, as you settled in here, you just couldn’t see leaving him to do it all on his own. It was a sort of tradition now. Every other Sunday with the three of you and some deliciously comforting homemade meal set on the table and the sounds of a baseball game playing on the big tv. Sometimes she smiled at you as you painted her fingernails or brushed her hair. Sometimes she looked into your eyes with utter confusion, asking who you were, but most of the time she just watched you silently. It was okay. You smiled brightly with her hand in yours or blotting a napkin to her lips to wipe the spilled tea and you reintroduced yourself every time she asked. Her eyebrows would lift up in surprise whenever Baekhyun called out ‘Bug, Bug, it’s ready,’ from the kitchen with a hot pot of bubbling soup and you rushed to place the trivet on the table.

You’d already showered and got dressed for the day hours ago. Outside you looked well put together; pretty, even, in the right lighting and perhaps to the right pair of eyes — beautiful.

You’d obsessed plenty in the early pre-sun hours. You’d already been over it, again and again. The first hour had been spent reliving the evening. The perfect date with Byun Baekhyun. You’d even, much to your own horror, concealed a genuine squeal of delight into your pillow when the emotions grew to unbearable levels. It was the details.

The details were the hardest to stand — the dinner as you watched the sunset; you’d often stepped out alone onto the terrace to watch the sunset at home. Your bedroom window faced west and it was genuinely your favorite time of day; when everything began winding down for the evening and the last bits of sunlight disappeared and the city lights began to twinkle on slowly — actual magic. And the fragrant rose at dinner; it was such a cliche but it took you so much by surprise; you couldn't understand why you hadn’t expected it. Of course he would have read about flowers in the book. Of course he knew roses were a classic choice.

He’d taken you to the aquarium, a place you’d mentioned to him dreamily in passing last year about wanting to visit one day. But, you’d never gotten the opportunity to go and you simply forgot about it. Plus, you didn't even think he had been paying attention at the time and yet he’d arranged to go with you and had even brought along a change of shoes for you. It all felt so calculated and deliberate you wondered just how extensive the textbook and materials you had sent him had been. Everything about the date felt like a distant dream and the more you thought about it the less and less real it actually felt.

The second hour was dedicated almost exclusively to the kiss — shame and confusion, school-girl giddiness briefly, before more shame and more confusion. What did it mean? What did this all mean? Was it fake? Was it real? How did he know how to kiss so well when you were solidly sure he had close to zero experience doing it? Had that really been him or had you played such an active role in that kiss that your lips had done most of the work and he’d just been pulled along for the ride? These sorts of questions plagued you again and again and your mind eventually settled on his secret confession pulled from his sleepy lips a few nights ago.

Baekhyun thought you were beautiful. But what of it? When you did your hair and makeup and put on a pretty dress you also found that you looked quite good. You could clean up well just as most people could. That didn't necessarily mean anything, right? You’d given him a task and he’d done it well and that didn't mean anything...right?

You’d pulled your phone out and gone through your facebook, looking through old friends pages who had always caught your eye.

Jun; he was very handsome. He was tall and he was nice to you in school and you’d even acknowledged many times how attractive you found him. And when given the opportunity, when he was single and you had been single you’d even gone so far as to share a meal with him. But that was it. He was handsome, but that was it.

You found through your friends, several of these situations: Chan, Lee, Hyuk; several of these very handsome, attractive men who, despite their looks, you were simply not drawn to. On the surface, yes, but as you got to know them and more and more of their little quirks emerged, you often found reasons to distance yourself just a little bit. Sometimes an overbearing mother. Sometimes skewed political views. Some had questionable manners. A few simply fell off your radar and you slipped through the cracks of their giant egos. Everyone had their shortcomings.

You certainly did.

You heard the beep of the front door opening and you figured Baekhyun must have gone shopping. He’d woken up early for the day and had already been busy and productive; unlikely you who just stayed in hiding and selfishly stewed. You emerged from your bedroom to try and make up for your many shortcomings.

You could hear him before you could see him. He was in the kitchen. You’d just heard the fridge open and you could hear the jostling of food packaging. A reusable shopping bag sat on the countertop still heavy with food items to be put away and as you stepped closer you could feel a bundle of nerves bouncing around inside of your belly.

Maybe last night was a fluke.

Maybe the feelings of love you felt was just you under the spell of that super magical date and today all of those embarrassing feelings of deep intense affection for your dumb roommate that surged up inside of you would have fizzled out and simply gone flat.

Your early morning hours had nearly convinced you that while yes, Baekhyun did find you attractive, that was it — and really what did you expect? The man was sexually repressed and the two of you had been living together in close quarters for two years now. Put a man and a woman together in such conditions and wires were bound to get crossed, it’s just the nature of human relationships. But Baekhyun had never once acted on such urges.

Not once.

Last night must have been just like work for him. An assignment to complete for his own good. He’d gone through it, done his best because you were his friend that he trusted and his end goal was actually independence from you. It was Mia. You’d never seen him quite so determined to overcome his dating anxiety before. The only change was Mia. Nothing else added up but her.

That was just the truth of it.

After the first couple of hours you’d come to terms with these truths and you’d even gone so far as to prepare the report for him; his grade for the assignment. He got an A+ of course, and you were sure to outline where he excelled and the moments that made your heart flutter. You did not write down the goodnight kiss anywhere on the report. Something about that kiss and the way you could feel your heart racing inside of your chest every time you thought about it felt too vulnerable to write down on paper.

And how could you? Oh to be so bold. You’d considered the horror. Giving him special marks for the goodnight kiss with an asterisk and a footnote with a message about the taste of his lips and the softness of his tongue and your inability to stop thinking about it since it happened. A special reference to the smell of the air from his lungs and how much more you wanted the fragrance of his breathing. God.

Embarrassing. Shameful. Forbidden.

You felt stupid. You’d fallen for your own stupid lies. A fake date; for practice. A handsome successful man with a heart of gold to sweep you off your feet and pretend to like you for a grade on a paper.

Your best hope was that it wouldn't hurt too badly to see him moving on with someone else. You only hoped you could withstand it and root for him and not do anything evil to destroy his happiness in the process.

Right now, your best hope was that you could face him in the kitchen without trembling too much, stumbling on your words, or worse, losing your convincing smile.

The kitchen was sparkling. He’d cleaned all of the surfaces, probably before he went to the market and you wondered what time he actually woke up this morning. You wondered why he’d been so quiet about it all. Baekhyun usually traveled with a soundtrack that could wake the dead.

He heard you come into the kitchen when you reached for the shopping bag on the counter and you pulled it toward yourself and he spun on his heels, whipping his head around to look at you.

He was wearing a plain black t-shirt and jeans and the soft well-worn cotton fabric of the shirt cinched around his small waist. The short sleeves landed just over his biceps. The man had biceps. Oh no, the jeans. They were the very same pair you’d made him wear for the photo shoot in the moonlight and you pulled your eyes up from the view of his thighs with every ounce of self control you had left inside of you. It wasn’t much. You were sweating. You could hear something, what was that sound?

Where he stood, the overhead kitchen lights cast a bright glow over his wavy hair. You saw natural highlights in the casual mess atop his head. Your fingers itched to toss them about. The strange sound continued as you looked at him and his eyes were wide and his lips hung open, pink and plumped up from his worrying teeth biting into the flesh again and again and aside from the wild thumping you heard inside of your own chest you realized that the sound you must be hearing was a chorus of angels singing in a heavenly choir. The clouds had parted and the light of God himself shone down on this beautiful man in your kitchen. Oh you were fucked.

Baekhyun was standing there with his golden face, with his bright pink cheeks, darker pink lips, pointed chin with round gold glasses on his nose and he was positively glowing below the illuminated lights of the heavens shining down on his beauty and you were losing your fucking mind, all by yourself with a single zucchini in one hand and a big round onion in the other. You had dug them out of the shipping bag.

If you could only get your legs to work.

Baekhyun was holding his hands out to you and your torso moved on its own with thoughts of running into his waiting arms for a hug having an actual fight with your normal rational mind that beat those stupid thoughts down with a hammer.

You hurled the vegetables very hard in his general direction and closed your eyes as you let go.

He caught the zucchini, but clearly your aim with the onion had been shoddy. He let out a single surprised grunt when it bounced off of his chest and it rolled down his stomach to the floor below and you groaned inside feeling every single bit of red hot embarrassment that burned you from the inside.

“Wow, did you just throw an onion at me?” He was mumbling to himself as he chased it around the kitchen. “Good morning, Peanut. Thanks for not making too much noise so I could sleep in. Here’s your fucking onion. Ugh.”

You laughed out loud. You could not control anything that your body was issuing out right now. He’d finally cornered it with his hands under the cabinets and was doing a highly inaccurate impression of you as he tossed it roughly inside the veggie bin at the bottom of the fridge. He then clapped his hands together in front of him like a baseball catcher ready for the pitch.

“What’s next? I’m ready now, come on.” He clapped his hands again and the jarring sound woke you up from the trance you’d been stuck in.

Inside the bag were more loose vegetables, many of a similar roundish shape. Ever conscious about the health of the planet, Baekhyun never used plastic bags. He was always nagging about the evils of single use plastics and one year for your birthday he gifted you a $500 donation to a non-profit organization that promised to clean up 500 pounds of plastic from the ocean in your honor. The donation came with images of baby animals that were now alive because of your generosity and you remembered actually crying when you read the story about the orphaned baby otters. The next day you started your period and you shook your head in disbelief over just how many super cool brand new things you could have bought with that $500.

You hurled the organic produce at him with as much gusto as he fought for the baby animals in the sea. A few carrots, a big heavy radish, and a giant green onion landed with a slap into his waiting arms. You were tossing fast and he was catching and tossing them into the fridge, keeping up very well despite how quickly and how badly you were throwing. It was silly. It was the kind of silly that you often enjoyed with him and you were instantly grateful for the embarrassment you woke up with to be gone so completely and so easily. With Baekhyun, it was always so easy. One joke, one laugh, and you were putty.

You reached into the bag blindly and pulled out the sauce. You were laughing now and weren’t really paying much attention to what came out of the bag. He was asking for this and if he wanted you to hurl vegetables at that pretty face you’d do it.

“Wait,” he shouted, his eyes went wide and he shook his head rapidly, “that’s glass, Bug.”

He bolted upright and he was coming toward you fast when you pulled your arm back and aimed at him anyway, not really listening to what was going on.

“Whoa, whoa, whoa. No, Bug. Glass! Glass!”

The windup for the pitch was wasted and one of his hands grabbed tightly around your closed fist, covering it completely and his other arm reached around your waist to hold you in place should you decide to make a run for it with the potentially dangerous weapon you held.

“Jesus. Give it to me,” he said up close and well inside your personal space. The fanning out of his words warmed over your face as you looked into his eyes and your focus drifted down over the pink softness that gave his face such a lovely hue. His brown eyes were so pretty up close.

The words might have registered faster if he didn't feel so warm; if he hadn’t been pressed up against you like this with his hand around your waist, pulling you into the firm shape of him and if he wasn’t speaking to you with his lips that felt so damn soft last night.  

“Hmm?” You heard your voice respond after much too long and you opened your hand to release the jar from your tight grip.

You closed your eyes. You couldn't witness any more with them; you just couldn’t stand this. How could one kiss have done so much damage to your mind. You used to be so strong.

You felt him take the jar away from you and with it, his hand around your waist left you and so did his warmth and his smell and he was gone.

You caught the retreat of him. His hair had fluffed up during the tussle and a single wavy strip stuck up in the center of the back of his head. You could see the flush in the skin of the back of his neck. You knew he was warm and he was taking it all with him.

You felt an urge for something. For anything, really. Call it childish if you want. You reached for the strand of hair that stuck up on top of his head and you gripped it and pulled hard. You don't know why you did it, but it felt satisfying when he yelped out.

It was a play right out his own playbook. You could fill up pages in your diary of the times he’s pulled your hair. He was always poking or pulling something. You’d never understood the appeal until you’d had a taste of it yourself. His face was positively wounded and you suppressed a giggle.

The jar was set down, his hand was up rubbing at the top of his scalp with a pout on his face as he looked at you with furrowed and confused eyebrows.

“Ow,” he said accusingly and you bit down on your lip to hide your smile and lifted your shoulders with a little shrug on your face.

“Your hair is sticking up,” you said as if that completely explained why you had just pulled his hair like a naughty preschooler with a crush on the prettiest student in class.

It worked though. Baekhyun was looking at you and had given up on whatever he was going to do with that jar of sauce he’d so effortlessly pried from your hand. You should have put up more of a fight for it. You should have made him work for it.

He was still sulking with his hand flat on the top of his head and there was no smile on his lips. He couldn’t see how funny he looked right now. He couldn’t see how those wide surprised eyes filled up his face and how cute his lips looked when turned down into a pout.

You lifted a finger and your smile was wide and genuine, “Ha, your face.” It was a direct Baekhyun quote turned back around on him. His hand fell and he rolled his eyes and he was moving in place. Rippling with the wave of agitated annoyance that ran through his body.

He looked at you with his lips parted, then looked away from your face with a half step and then he looked at you again. Oh god, it felt like a drug.

“That’s...that’s not even right. That’s not even how you do it,” he was nagging and it felt like this wasn't a situation that required his nagging. You’d gotten him and you were now laughing at his misery. This was payback for years — years of his bullshit.

He grabbed something else to put away from the counter and turned toward the fridge again, gripping the handle of the freezer to rearrange items and then he was digging through the shelves for something.

That was it? He was done with his nagging already? Something in the expression on his face seemed a little annoyed and you wondered if you’d pulled his hair too hard.

Well you refused to feel bad about it. He’d done way too many things to you over the years. This man deserved having a little hair pulled every now and then. It was his own fault he looked so cute when he pouted about it. You shrugged and turned toward the rice cooker, lifting the lid to see about two portions left for breakfast. You’d have to make more for lunch.

You grabbed a bowl and began measuring cups of rice when an unmistakable shadow landed over the opening of the rice bag, impeding your view just enough to draw your attention to it. Trouble.

A low voice whispered into your ear, “this is how you do it.”

And then you felt the unmistakable sensation of the teeth chattering, mind numbing, blinding cold shock of ice. You screamed. Ice cubes, many ice cubes, at least a handful of them were slipped into the back of your shirt and they bounced and slipped down your warm skin sending a chilling wave down your spine, and you felt a swift hand pull at the waistband of your shorts while another hand quickly tucked your shirt in. It was cold. Painfully so. It was shocking and surprising and you jumped up and curled your spine backwards, spinning and screaming in an attempt to get the freezing cold ice away from the warm skin of your lower back. Hopping up and down in place helped. You reached behind you and pulled your shirt out of your shorts and oh he was laughing and dancing around you. A full on devil’s cackle of pure delight.

The ice cubes clattered noisily, one by one, to the floor and you reached for whatever you could find to throw at him. The shopping bag. It was fabric and folded in your hand, sagging ineffectively when you tried to swing it at his face. He dodged too easily, sticking his tongue out at you and wagging it mockingly. You saw red and then you saw the sprayer hose sitting on the corner of the kitchen sink. It was within your reach. You grabbed it, turned on the faucet and pointed it right at his face and pulled the trigger.

You only sprayed him for a second. Maybe two. As soon as you realized what you were doing you opened your hand and stopped the flow of water but the damage had already been done.

At least he wasn't laughing anymore. He was staring at you in shock and dripping from everywhere, his hair was dripping, his ears were dripping, his chin was dripping, his black shirt was darker in color and soaked all over his chest. It made the fabric cling to him even more and you saw the outline of his chest muscles heaving with each shocked heavy breath he took.

“Are you serious?” His voice broke through the hum you heard in your ears and you looked up from his chest into his eyes.

“I was just getting you back for the ice,” you heard panic in your voice and you reached to turn the water off and fed the hose of the sprayer back into the hole in the countertop. As if putting it back would somehow turn the clock back and turn you innocent.

He was reaching down with his fingertips to touch the shirt he wore, pulling soaking wet fabric away from his skin and in a single swift motion he reached a hand over his head grabbing the shirt by the back of the neck and he pulled it up and off of his body.

He glistened with moisture. The water had soaked through to his skin. He was wet. He was toned. His skin was flawless. You saw more muscles than you ever remembered him having before. More of those kitchen light heavenly angels’ choir sounds rang out inside your head and he was standing over the sink with the balled up shirt in both of his hands as he squeezed, wringing it out and making a face as he did it. With every squeeze some new well defined muscle in his arms clenched and you crossed your arms and chewed on your thumbnail as you watched him.

After he squeezed out as much water as he could from the shirt he lifted it and rubbed the wet fabric over his hair, ruffling the curls and drying some of the excess water.

“The ice was payback for the hair pulling. We were even then.” He turned to face you.

You’d backed against the counter as far from him as you could go without actually running out of the kitchen to escape.  

“It was a lot of ice, Peanut.” Your lips were pouting now. You didn't think you could survive any more revenge from him today and honestly you kinda, sorta, mostly felt even now. You wanted to be even. Please, couldn't you just be even?

“You pulled my hair very hard, Bug.” He did not pout anymore but he took a single step closer to where you leaned against the counter.

The step he took made you so nervous that you braced with both hands behind you on the counter and hopped yourself up to sit on the surface, thankful for even the few extra centimeters of distance this brought.

His eyes tracked the movement and his steps staggered slightly when you did it but he did not stop coming at you entirely.

He was still closing in. All skin and bare shoulders and chest muscles and arms and biceps and nipples, all of him. You could even make out the waistband of his underwear peeking out from below the jeans that hung around his slim waist.

You lifted both of your hands up to cover your face because he was not stopping and you were having a multitude of internal crises happening inside of you all at once. What a situation to test out a newly accepted crush on your roommate. Your shorts were the shortest ones you owned and you felt the warmth of his hip high up against your bare skin as he brushed against your thigh. Thankfully he hadn’t positioned himself between your parted knees. That would have been a different sort of test that you weren't too confident you’d be able to pass.

But oh you couldn't stand this. He was so close and so warm and so very undressed although his skin had dried since he’d taken off the shirt. Your curiosity got the better of you and you parted your fingertips to look. His eyes were not on your face. He was looking down somewhere.  He was doing something with his hands out of your line of sight and you quickly dropped your hands and turned your head to see what was happening. Was this his next payback move against you?

His fingertips gripped the wooden knife block and he was pulling it slowly and carefully off the countertop.

“You don't seem to understand the rules to this game, so I am going to confiscate these so I don't get stabbed.”

He’d already moved the knife block and was pulling the drawers open below your calf to pull out more knives you both used for cooking. He had a handful and he reached up to put them high into a cupboard away from his insane roommate, who he was now convinced didn't know that stabbing someone for fun wasn’t a real thing.

“Can’t we call a truce?” You were begging now.

Couldn't he go get another shirt already?

He looked at you with only mild interest on his face and you saw the bounce of a single eyebrow over his left eye before he shook his head back and forth.

“I don't think so,” he said.

“What if I gave you your assignment grade. It’s ready.” You did have it. It was here in the kitchen. You’d sent it to the printer last night when you couldn't sleep and you heard the machine whirl to life somewhere in the darkness. You knew it would still be sitting in the paper tray.

He was staring at you now. No bouncing eyebrows or confusing smoldering looks in his eyes, but just a curious and unbending stare into your face.

He was silent.

Until he was not.

“My...grade?” His voice was soft and unsure. All of the confidence from moments before gone poof before your eyes. “You really—” he began but paused to close his eyes and inhale before continuing, “—you really gave me a grade.” You could hear his words restricted by the clench in his jaw as he spoke.

It didn't sound like a question and you watched his face for a long while waiting for him to accept the terms of the truce and receive his report so you could get off this counter and he could go get a shirt on and you could stop daydreaming about the way he would kiss you a second time right here in this kitchen. Or a third time, in the hallway that led to your bedroom door. Or maybe #4 out there on the terrace as the sun set. These situations were bad for your heart. You were holding your breath when he took a step back and away from you and ran a hand through his wet hair, tossing it with his fingertips.  He pushed it back and it parted funnily over his forehead.

He looked so much like a kid now. Hair a mess and cheeks flushed from some playground game he had been playing.

“Mhmm, I’m your teacher, remember?” Before you could think better of it, you reached up with your hand to rearrange his curls in a more natural way so it wouldn’t dry in a weird position.

You felt his hand reach for you then, gripping around your wrist lightly he pulled your hand away from his head and gently placed it back down on your own lap.

“Leave it.” His fingers handled your wrist gently but his voice had an odd coolness to it. “It’s fine.”

You felt the change. It was abrupt but it definitely happened. He was looking into your eyes as it happened, the only difference was the slow blink that signaled the sudden shift.

The game was over at the mention of his grade. He simply nodded his head once as he watched your face silently and you placed a hand on his bare shoulder for lack of a better place to brace while you jumped down.

His skin here felt cool to the touch. Cooled by the water spray and missing a dry shirt, you made your way toward the printer where his report waited and made a stop at the laundry closet. You were pretty sure you heard it running from your bedroom. There were fresh clothes in there. You pulled blindly and brought him something still warm, clean, and dry to wear.

You felt so much safer when he had all of his clothes on and you handed him the report with a reassuring smile designed to encourage him. He had nothing to fear, the date had been perfect and you had absolutely nothing negative to say about his performance.

He was reading carefully with his fingers tapping lightly along his bottom lip. You’d see occasional movements of his lips as he read aloud to himself and when he reached the bottom he flipped the page over to find the other side blank. When he turned it around again his eyes flipped up from the page to meet yours with what you could only describe as a searching look in his eyes.

His eyebrows were lifted. His mouth hung open and he held the paper up to you so you would see the page he was referring to.

“Is there another page?”

Your eyes bounced from the page to his face a couple of times and you opened your mouth to speak but closed it up instantly when you simply couldn’t bring any words out of your mouth that might cooperate with you right now.

That was the end. Because you simply could not, would not, should not address that goodnight kiss. You’re goddamned right that was the end of it. No, Baekhyun there was not another page.

What the hell did he expect? A play by play of his lips on yours and how it destroyed you? Did he want to know how many hours you tossed and turned last night? Or how many times you touched your own lips with your fingertips imaging that it was him again at your bedroom door?

“What do you mean? You have a grade and a list of strengths and special heart fluttering moments.”

He looked back down at the page and set it down carefully with both hands on the kitchen counter before him.

“Strengths. Moments,” he said to himself and you could see the flush in his cheeks. “U-Umm,” he closed his eyes tightly and his head fell back as he licked his lips.

“B-Bug, what about—” you could practically see the trembling in his hands now. “It—It was my first time — uhh — d-doing that —don't make me say it.”

You were not a cruel person. You didn't have the stomach for it.

“The kiss was amazing, Baekhyun.”

His eyes remained closed but you could hear the deep breath he inhaled.

“But it’s not listed under the special moments,” he whispered.

“It was good. It was too good, It didn't feel like your first time, so I left it out. It didn’t really feel like something you needed my help with.”

You looked down at your hands and your body sagged against the counter, finding eye contact with him simply too difficult to maintain when this was the subject being discussed.

“It was good?” His question was so quiet. When you looked up into his face his eyes danced lightly around your face and you had to swallow the pool of moisture that collected under your tongue. You allowed your vision to mingle lightly with his and you could feel the blood rushing to the surface of your skin, bringing warmth and a tingling sensation all over. He was watching you closely for some more words, for anything you might be able to tell him.

You nodded your head and bit down on your lip. You wondered if he could tell you were blushing. You wondered if he noticed the goosebumps on your forearms.

He looked down at the report again and you followed his eyes to look down at the paper. His fingertip ran lightly along the edge of the paper and you recognized that he wasn't actually looking at the paper, as his eyes did not hold any real focus. He exhaled a quick breath before he inhaled again to whisper one more question for you.

“Did you like it?”

Yes. Yes you liked it. Yes you wanted more. You just nodded your head. You could not speak about it, but you could at least nod your response.

You were beginning to feel desperate. You knew he craved your feedback, your honest words and guidance on the subject but you weren’t sure you were cut out for this kind of honesty with him. You’d grown so used to suppressing your feelings about things like this with him that openly talking about it felt too close to losing control.

“It was a good kiss,” you found your voice. You found your self control and you pushed down the shame about your own desires as best as you could and focused on the kitchen cabinets behind his head. The wooden cabinets without life-giving blood pumping through its veins.

You were nodding now, working up the nerve to give him more feedback about what he seemed to be fixating on. “Your lips were soft and warm and tasted nice, umm…” you were trying your best now; approaching this from an analytical point of view as you had done in the report.

“Umm...you used,” you lifted a hand now as you spoke, imagining that you were giving a lecture in front of a class, “you used a perfect amount of pressure and suction. Not too much t-tongue. It was very good. I think you are ready to date.”

When you were done talking you finally looked at him.

He was definitely not looking at you and his eyes were wide and stuck in a silent stare ahead with zero focus. His skin was pink. He was pink all over and he did not move except for the occasional blinking of his eyelids.

When he did finally move it was to chew on his bottom lip and while you understood that this was not the comfortable kind of conversation to have with another person, there was value in this talk and these were life skills that he would use later. This was worthwhile for him. No need to be freaked out over a little sexy kissing talk in the kitchen with his roommate.

So you kept talking. He had to continue on this journey and sometimes that meant the man would need an occasional push in the right direction.

“So,” you began with a newfound determination. His wide eyes popped into yours when you spoke up, you’d clasped both of your hands together and the noise grabbed his attention firmly, “your next assignment… let’s ask our girlfriend out. I’ll help you if you want.”

He was silent. Probably still recovering from the previous kiss talk that seemed to throw you both into a little bucket of embarrassment. You were pushing through it and he could do the same.

“What are your ideas for a first date with Mia?”

Baekhyun shifted and crossed his arms over his chest and he shook his head as he chewed on his lip again. He was quiet for a long while and you could tell with the lift of his eyeballs around the room that he was thinking now.

“Hmm,” he hummed and when his eyes finally returned to yours he spoke, “a … movie maybe. Dinner and a movie.” He shook his head back and forth again.

Reliable. Predictable. Baekhyun didn't know enough about Mia to know what interested her so the safest bet was the same thing Ben had said.

“But...alone?” He was making a face. It was a scowl. “I don't know about doing this without you.”

“What about a double date? Ben mentioned a movie and dinner too. What if we do a double date?” On the surface this felt perfect. You’d take Ben up on his offer and work out a schedule that was convenient for everybody.

Baekhyun seemed to stiffen at the mention of this but eventually loosened up when you grabbed for his phone and opened the chat window with Mia. You typed out the invitation and he watched you do it, casually nodding his head when you were finished writing. You even used his finger to hit send and it was done. Just like that. No hyperventilating or crying. He’d actually asked a real girl out on a date and now all you had to do was text Ben and it was a done deal. Next Saturday, a movie and dinner.

You both put the phones away and set out to prepare lunch. After a quick breakfast he was chopping vegetables and you were washing rice. Then you were mixing sauce and tasting dishes for seasoning that he stirred over the stove. There was a sweetness to it — cooking this meal together. You both cooperated and communicated well. You washed the dishes together, his hands in the soapy water and your hands with the towel to dry and put them away.

When the doorbell rang you’d already changed into something appropriate for a Sunday Grandma Byun visit and you moved in for the hugs she offered at the door. Her caregiver smiled in greeting and remarked that today seemed to be a very good day for her. A rare day of clarity when the old woman’s mind was sharper than usual you noticed it instantly when she sat down at the table and remarked that the food smelled exactly like she remembered from her childhood.

More so than her comments, what you noticed most was Baekhyun’s reaction to the visit. He hugged her tightly, giggling, and laughing when she joked with him and she was using his name this time. There was no confusion today. She called him Baekhyun or Hyunie and her voice dripped with sweetness and affection and she was gushing about how handsome he was and how well he had grown up. She clutched his face with both of her hands and pulled him down for many kisses all over his face as if she hadn’t seen him in years and he beamed brightly for it all.

He called her sweet names; nicknames he must have grown up calling her that made her squirm and she fed him as she ate; placing pieces of meat on top of his spoon with every bite he took. He ate them all and she cooed that he was a good boy; her favorite grandchild.

Soon the clarity in her eyes turned to you and you braced for a bit of confusion as she looked at your face with a smile.

You’d been partaking in the meal and watching their interactions with a quiet smile on your own face and you were about to take a bite of your spoon full of rice when you noticed the incoming chopsticks that placed a small piece of braised beef right on top. It came from across the table where she sat and your surprise must have shown on your face at the softness of this gesture.

“I’m so happy that he’s found someone sweet to love,” she whispered across the table to you and you stared down at your spoon with an audible hum sounding out inside your body. Your heart felt like it was vibrating. Your spoon trembled in your hand.

There was a clatter across the table. Baekhyun dropped his spoon noisily and it bounced along the surface of the wood.

“Ayyy, Grandma, it’s not like that,” his words protested and he picked his spoon up quickly, “I told you she’s my roommate — pays rent and everything. Jeez.”

She smiled widely at him and his bumbling hands and insistent words; putting another piece of food on top of his empty spoon. He ate it quickly even though you could tell he was getting full from all of the meat she kept giving him. As he chewed and swallowed you caught her eyes again as she turned to you and winked an eye as if she was the only one in on some giant secret vault of knowledge and you were both clueless characters in a story that was clearly and obviously unfolding in some sort of romantical way.

She was rubbing a hand over the back of his head as he ate, a pacifying nod of her head at his words.  

“Yes, yes, I know. Roommates.” She winked at you again and you nearly choked on the rice in your throat.

The longer the visit went on, the more you laughed at her jokes and comments. She was playful and so much fun. The more you witnessed of their dynamic, the more you could feel the obvious family resemblance between the two. He seemed to have learned most of his amazing sense of humor from her. The two got along so well and she was so easy to talk to. She was quick and sharp and generous with her laughs and you honestly felt like she’d only just arrived for the visit when the doorbell rang and her caregiver had arrived to take her back home safely.

Had this amazing woman really been the same person you’d spent every other Sunday with all this time? You felt like you’d just met a new friend and watching her leave made you feel some sort of huge loss that you hadn’t anticipated when you woke up this morning.

But she had to go and when the front door closed there was a silence that settled heavily over your home.

The loss was astounding.

You struggled to understand it and you watched Baekhyun walk away from the front door and move toward the kitchen table to clean up the dishes his Grandmother had used.

He was quiet and moving slowly to stack them up with great care not to crack or chip anything or make too much noise as he worked carefully.

It was such a nice visit. It had been such a nice visit.

You could feel it in your chest and when he reached for her chopsticks you saw him pick them up and hold them inside of the palm of his hands as he looked down at them.

And he sank down. You watched him crumble and his breathing was ragged and gasping as he sank down onto the floor.

He was overcome with it.

This was just too hard.

He was breaking. This life was just too hard.

You moved instantly. You moved to him and you wrapped your arms around the back of him, slipping your arms around his chest and his head and you sank with him; holding him as tightly as you could in your arms as he cried. You wrapped an entire arm around his face, cradling him into your embrace. You felt your own tears falling with his, this grief that raged through him was so powerful that it ripped and tore at your heart too. You felt all of it and it was devastating. You could not stop it. You could only hold him as he felt it.

His hands reached for yours. You felt his grip around your wrist that rested over his face and when he turned his head toward your hand you felt the wetness of his tears on your skin.

His breathing was calming down. The sounds of his sobs lessened and he held your hand against his face firmly with his own. You moved your thumb over his eyebrow, dipping down to wipe tears from his face and you felt the movement of his face against the palm of your hand.

You could not see him from where you were; you only saw the top of the back of his head. You felt the breath from his stuffed up nose and the air from his mouth and you felt the softness of his lips as he pressed them against your palm once. It was a kiss. When he moved again you felt the give of his lips lower and he parted his lips slightly, pushing them against the inside of your wrist with the second kiss he left for you there.

“Thank you,” he whispered in a hoarse voice. You tightened your hold around him and nodded your head once, not trusting yourself to speak without crying more.

“I’m so glad you got to meet her.”

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(Authors note: Because some people aren't familiar with the disease and may not quite get the significance of this visit: Grandma Byun has advanced Dimentia and hasn’t had a visit in which she remembers who Baekhyun is until now.)

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