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sugar-petals · 4 years

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Your First Date With Baekhyun

:: bbh x sm apprentice!reader

words. 10k

warnings ⚠️ idol au hc, pining, brief angst, eventual car sex 👀, tw light injuries bc baek is clumsy in love, oral fixation, finger sucking, rough sex, making out

↳ NOTE. here we go again with the slow burn ✊🔥

It all starts with a divine act of clumsiness.

An accident, completely out of the blue.

Who is surprised, what else could it be.

Ever since Baekhyun violently bumped into you from behind in the SM cafeteria to avoid Mark spilling red hot Americano on him… life has never been the same.

That you walked in on him walking around mighty topless, with you wanting to clear the dance practice room many hours after work three times already does not help.

It’s always the same chain of events. He practices for longer than the others and gets sweaty, pulls off his shirt, pauses the music for a five-minute break. That’s unintentionally making it seem like everyone is already gone and the room is empty — you are deceived by it every time, and he almost gets a heart attack himself. We know how easily embarrassed Baekhyun is with showing skin by accident, outside of any shower stalls that is, let alone being caught stripping by himself.

The first time he screams and you scream, off you run after quickly shutting the door. He tries his best to cover himself up with his hands, but to no avail. Lucas, Kai, and Johnny are no longer the only Magic Mikes under this rowdy fucking roof anymore. Even if you turned around fast, you saw more than a whole lot.

You know how scared Baekhyun is by surprises, he gets all fidgety. Even after four whole minutes, he still sits with the music off breathing harder than he did from powering through four jointbreaking ligament-snappers I mean EXO choreographies.

Lot of thoughts on his mind, lot of blood pumping through him. Baekhyun can hear a pretty hefty heartbeat pound in his ears. Eventually, he shakes his head at himself and does switch the music back on. But even that doesn’t distract him, nor can he concentrate on the moves. He keeps on asking himself — what the hell is wrong, what is this, why does he act like that?

So, he ends up sneaking out of the room to call it a day. You were waiting in the nearby corridor to do the cleaning after he left. But now, you hide behind a shelf with props and miscellanea to avoid him.

Of course, Baekhyun comes to grab a water bottle from said cupboard. Well, oh shit. He has his shorts on, and his calves are literally 20 inches away from you. He doesn’t see you crouching down there, but your pulse is going through the roof now, too.

In fact, not even the days when Taeyong is walking around the company in a sexy as hell crop top could cause you such a panic. And that is the highest possible bar already. The average apprentice almost faints.

There’s pungent sweat that can knock you out of your socks… and then there’s sexy sweat scent mixed with men’s deodorant. Baekhyun leaves the latter after rushing out of the corridor. It’s even more intense in the practice room, if not absolutely unbearable. Oh boy. Pheromones, please no.

It’s almost as if you’re taking a bath in cologne. You’re getting nauseous and tingly from how it gets to you. You can hardly focus on scrubbing the mirror. If only the guy knew what horniness he is causing just by infusing the air, what the fucking fuck.

The second time, he jerks up again, but tries to explain himself. But so do you, ending up with a mutual, stuttering word spill in sync.

Neither of you understood what the other was saying because you were too busy with a knee-jerk dialogue. Anxious all over, you quickly leave and eventually end up hiding behind the cupboard again. The new comeback track blasts even louder in the practice room.

The third occasion, you no longer flinch at each other and laugh a little, mighty embarrassed still, but apologize with knowing eyes. This time, you enter the room after a small „Can I?“ and at least manage to clear some noodle boxes and unused towels from the backup dancers away, and pin a new schedule to the door.

Baekhyun quickly pulls over his plain white tee and keeps on mumbling sorry, sorry like he’s Super Junior, practically scraping the ground with his hair because he bows so deep.

You’ve never seen him this awkward. Instead of his usual one-liners and most effortless conversation starters, he resorts to switching on the music again after frantically looking everywhere but in your direction. He sings his lines right along, getting back into the routine’s intricate steps.

Strange.

Very strange.

All day, he is impulsive with lightening up just about any situation. One sentence, hook line and sinker; the mood alleviates. Not this time. He’s ignoring you now that you’re in the room.

The truth is: Baekhyun can’t help but set his pupper eyes on you in all other occasions already, especially when you’re busy at a distance. And it’s making him crazy. Next day at the cafeteria, he deliberately arrives late so he can queue way, way behind you.

For the first time in all glorious epochs K-Pop history, he would let Sehun enter the line before him so he would have a shield. „Maknaes first“ is his brief comment, and Sehun thinks that Baekhyun must squarely confuse today with his birthday.

And fate says… sike. Two minutes later, a teary Mark rushes toward you and loudly apologizes for the Americano disaster. „Baekhyun was not being impolite, it was me!“

As he says just that, he turns, points right at Baekhyun’s tomato red head peeking out from behind Sehun’s shoulders, and bows to him.

The whole cafeteria is witness, including Lee Soo Man.

And SHINee, who will have gossip material for five weeks because of this. Key is already taking notes.

And BoA — who’s giggling because she’s seen it all in the business and knows exactly what’s going on with Baekhyun and you. Oh. Lord.

Baekhyun wants to sink into the ground right then and there. He’s been found out again. Of course he has to step out from his lair now and bow back to Mark, take the blame and explain the whole incident all over, and comfort him with a string of appeasing words. Which he hates for four reasons at the same time. He embarrassed Mark, himself, disturbed you the way he bumped into your back, and now you saw him hiding from… precisely you. Little does he know you did, too.

Baekhyun quickly retreats to sit next to Sehun once again after Mark has calmed down and he, being the senior as always, has performed another 180° bow to you in front of the entire staff and idol audience, causing his oversized shirt to slip downward, way to his armpits.

Goodness gracious.

BoA is this close to shouting „get a room“ upon seeing Baekhyun stand in front of you with his stomach all bare until he has hastily tucked his shirt back into this place. Fast as it happens, you can’t hide your reaction face.

Chanyeol, sitting at a nearby table, does a telling reaction noise himself, and you can tell he’s read the situation to a T. Even worse, he’s whistling. You can fool a lot of people, but not Park „Radar“ Chanyeol. He’s a himbo incarnate, but this guy’s emotional intelligence is too damn strong, and he knows Baekhyun inside out. Oh shit, man.

The next ten minutes are fraught with a weird, sonorous mumbling in the room. Lee Soo Man doesn’t really get it, thank God. But the meaning of Baekhyun silently cowering behind Sehun while eating his kimchi stew is more than obvious to half of the people around. Baekhyun never fucking acts like this, even when he’s sad.

It’s like something is pushing the two of you into humiliating situations like that ever since you started to work at SM since last May. Literally Baekhyun can’t stop apologizing to you all day because he’s suddenly clumsy or the strangest situations happen.

Nope, he doesn’t do it on purpose. But yes, he finds himself enjoying your attention. So what is he going to do? This keeps being stuck on his mind. Especially because half of EXO, NCT, and SuperM is asking him what the hell is going on in three raging group chats at once.

And you? I don’t have to tell you how it feels like when Baekhyun stumbles over to squarely plant his cutesy baby face into your back. Firmly wrapping his hands around your waist on top of that not to fall over entirely. That feeling is locked into your muscle memory. And now, seeing him stripped down for the fourth time already? Goodbye to your sleep.

Special thanks to a jittery Mark for making this first hug I mean collision out of nowhere happen. Just to be sure: Mark really didn’t spill his coffee on purpose, nor did Baekhyun want to bump into you this hard. And we know Mark’s reflexes are usually fast enough to save the day. But he was about to host his first variety show all by himself, so you can imagine how shaky and distracted he was. And nobody will resent him — this is only all about you and Baekhyun… being the most repressed motherfuckers.

Baekhyun constantly almost-crashing into you somewhere or basically crawling on the ground before you makes for a second very shaky guy. What the hell is pulling him towards you wherever he goes? It’s even worse than Minseok moving one inch and accidentally smacking Baekhyun in the face.

It just goes on and on.

Following the second cafeteria embarrassment, the next Friday after lunch, you run into each other at the ground floor elevator exit so you would drop your fries. Yeah, extra crispy ones, with the best mayonnaise. Baekyhun has been feeling so guilty about his curse at this point that he orders extra fries for you at the cafeteria two times a week with his card. Which makes Chanyeol know dear Eros struck particularly hard. Because if he didn’t care, Baekhyun would pay it five times a week like he does for NCT every now and then. But if he does it only two times, something is at stake. He doesn’t want it to be apparent.

Baekhyun can’t even look you in the eye when he puts them on your tray. Instead, he quickly bows three times in a row and then disappears. This guy is a small puddle of blush.

Lee Soo Man cites him into his room to say what’s wrong soon, but all Baekhyun can blurt out is that he didn’t sleep well and the comeback song won’t get into his head. Which is not a direct lie, so.

Whatever you do, Baekhyun appears out of the blue and falls to your feet. Only two days later, he returns from shooting an MV and slips right in front of your office. Pretty much because his feet stumble over his own pants. You put the paperwork aside and check what the hell is going on outside. A dizzy Baekhyun straight-up hit his head at your door. He declines you helping him up because he knows that your touch is probably gonna make him fully insane. He walks around with a forehead patch during the comeback stage and people online think it’s the latest trend.

Somebody save this man.

The universe just keeps on arranging the silliest things to make shit happen, huh.

At this point, Baekhyun developing a full-blown apprentice crush is as obvious as Lucas being tall.

Now, the reality is. This man is Hitch, the Date Doctor. He notoriously handles crowds, can get along with anyone he’s put together with on camera, helps the other members to juggle their love life whenever they have a problem. Chen is probably a married man because of Baekhyun in one way or another. He isn’t really shy normally in his own words. But when it comes to his own crushes — classic case of everybody’s cupid who gives good advice they would need the most.

That Baekhyun is helpless with anything that digs beneath the surface of his usual interactions will show to you very soon. There’s tough Baekhyun, there’s cute Baekhyun, and then there’s an utterly speechless little bean who has an internal meltdown when you do as much as take the stairs together. The difference is staggering. He’s fidgety, tense, makes himself even smaller and first and foremost: Is impressionable to an extreme.

In short: Baekhyun has fully converted into a fake maknae.

It’ll show in staff meeting conversations on trivial things about the schedule that he wing-mans everybody but himself when shit hits the fan. He stutters in your presence. Baek’s a mess. Chanyeol takes Baekhyun to the side and raises his brows at him at least five times a day, as in wanting to say: „Are you ever going to do something about it?“

Baekhyun dodges the answer each time and preoccupies himself with social media. Fans will later say that he hasn’t uploaded as many Twitter replies, Youtube videos, and Instagram snapshots in his whole career. And Baekhyun is already quite active online so you can tell how much he’s spamming.

Secretly… hoping you see his online activity. Which you do.

You’ve memorized his five latest vlogs down to the cute little sound noises he’s making. Still, you hide behind the cupboard, and he is hiding behind an unsuspecting Johnny. Because Sehun is already grumbling about becoming a human shield, and Chanyeol would tease Baekhyun to the hell and back whenever you’re around.

Why does all of that happen? Why is he trying to escape?

The answer is, Baekhyun feels an overpowering respect towards you. He doesn’t know where it’s coming from, it’s something you exude. To the point where he isn’t able to clown you the way he does with others. It’s literally that bad.

On top of that, Baekhyun is frustrated that whatever extroversion he can switch on during broadcasts, fan meets, and with the other members is suddenly failing him. He tries hard to fall back to his usual humor, but you being around makes him act much more erratic. And, surprisingly reserved, believe it or not.

Eye contact will make him break whatever character he’s trying to tune into for the sake of keeping it together. The exact opposite will happen. All the blushing and boiling hot sweat gives him away. Your own heated af face he doesn’t even notice.

In his mind, he’s going through any possible way of mannerisms to get your attention all while not embarrassing himself. He gives confident SuperM leader Baekhyun a shot, comedian Baekhyun, too, and he will don a pokerfaced version of himself as a last option whenever you are close.

All unsuccessfully. He can’t keep the façade for long; he knows he’s acting strange and inconsistent that way. Do you even realize what you merely sitting in the same practice room is doing to this guy?

As you can tell…

It’s up to you to hit on him. Finding an unmistakable balance between being breathtakingly forward and overly subtle. The right way to ask him out is somewhere in between. The way you gauge it, Baekhyun is turned off by all kinds of brazen approaches, but doesn’t want to be nudged with satin gloves and feathers either.

However, you end up playing too lowkey at first try because you’re just as nervous. You think, maybe it’s good to find out how interested in me he will admit he is. Which, given how much he tries to conceal his feelings, turns out to be a difficult idea.

And — Isn’t is crystal clear he likes you a whole lot by the way he tries to retreat from everyone but you? Recently, fleeing to stand behind Lucas. Who has the most hiding surface and won’t question what Baekhyun is doing there all the time, unlike Johnny.

So, how do you learn that your plan is a bad idea? You try to involve yourself in NCT’s Friday night truth-or-dare where Baekhyun always joins to mess with everyone.

But that weekend, he interestingly excuses himself to „practice English, it’s urgent!“. Off he goes as soon as he sees that you are part of the lineup, looking like he’s seen a ghost.

So, that mission failed. You get Taeyong, Haechan, and Yuta twerking against you at the same time while wearing sailor moon outfits as a dare instead.

However: You still learned something from this. The way that even Haechan’s wild gyrating and arguably great ass did not have a single effect on you tells you that you really want someone else really damn bad. Hell, if Yuta Nakamoto winds against you and you feel nothing—

And, something else has become apparent to you.

Professional he is, Baekhyun establishes rapport even with people he dislikes or feels neutral about, but when his more vulnerable feelings are in the game, he runs from them.

Beside Chanyeol and BoA, you’re smart enough to begin seeing what clockwork ticks inside of him. When Baekhyun doesn’t try to get close to someone that’s around him so frequently, something is mighty wrong and his opinion about that someone must be an intense one. And it’s not because he hates that person, the opposite is the case.

He’s almost less afraid of you than his worries of ruining it.

But through what, you’re wondering, seriously.

On the other hand, you get why Baekhyun keeps a viable distance. He knows it’s difficult to be associated with him in the way he wishes you were. Since people were looking at him and you so strange in the cafeteria, he even stopped practicing in the after hours.

Two weeks later, he even quits buying you fries for lunch and eats in the recording studio instead. Chanyeol remains correct: Much is at stake.

After the truth-or-dare fail, you sit down in sobriety and go through your options. You get all sorts of grand ideas to reveal your feelings, but dismiss the majority of it. You have to start small, really small. This needs the utmost care. Especially because you don’t want to compromise him by accident any further, nor are you anywhere near as ballsy as you believe someone hitting on Byun Baekhyun needs to be.

Truth be told: BoA would kick your ass for thinking that. And letting so many opportunities pass, as if you aren’t beating yourself up for it enough. Idol mode Baekhyun, well, he would be hard to approach indeed. But what is currently going on… he’s literally showing you his underbelly. He’s begging you to do something.

That he avoids even the lightest touch: More than telling to BoA’s knowing eye. He would be so easy to sway with just one sentence. She knows that at this point, Baekhyun is desperate. His yes would come so fast. You’re far from having faith in this. But you still try. You want this man.

Eventually, you rack your brain for anything understated you could do.

Then, you get the idea.

After a schedule briefing, Baekhyun recently said he dearly wishes he could eat fried noodles in the early evening because he’s craving something savory, meanwhile flashing a split-second glance at you. Maybe… You can discreetly bridge the gap by getting him food.

You’re part responsible for doing things like that in the company already so nobody will question you driving around with your little motorbike.

If you think about it: That’s a good excuse to approach him frequently and visit his apartment. The move is calculated, but it’s what the situation requires. You can’t tell how Baekhyun will react, but if he looked at you this way, it’s worth a shot.

And so, you dare the impossible. You show up with a deliberately small portion of noodles after the last comeback stage, knock twice. He does open. You’re frozen up.

Uttering a hopefully neutral „You said you wanted this. I’ll also bring it tomorrow if you want,“ and then drive off again without even waiting for a reply from a very surprised-looking Baekhyun in PJs.

Sweating like crazy, thank God your helmet and the upcoming dark of the night was hiding your red cheeks. Shit man, that was robotic as fuck! is what you’re thinking for the entire ride home. Another fail, you sure won’t return tomorrow. Now you can’t look him in the eye, either.

Meanwhile:

The meal not only saves the day of Baekhyun’s usually very lackluster diet mood that comes out when he is by himself. It also makes him flustered and grateful, curling up on his couch. He couldn’t even remotely try to say no out of politeness or concerns for his food plan. Baekhyun breaks the chopsticks right away after closing the door. Today, his dog’s with him. Mongryong excitedly jumps up and down next to Baekhyun. Your visit was short and sweet, but it made two beans very happy.

In fact, he rips open the box and shoves a quarter of the content into his mouth in the blink of an eye. It’s not just how hungry he is. He’s also overwhelmed that you came to his house. He feels like it’d be the highest level of disrespect to throw it away to begin with, no matter how spartan his eating habits are supposed to be.

He almost views this little take-out box as a part of you. He imagines how you listened to him talk, decided to drop by, bought it with your own money, and carried it all the way to him. All that extra effort and attention he spins back and forth in his head for the whole next week.

And, on the spot, Baekhyun is so taken aback that he starts deep cleaning his apartment at midnight as soon as he finishes his noodles.

To your own initial shock, he also drops an envelope with money under your office door the next day. And you thought someone was sending threats.

You get the underlying message, though. This is something just between the two of you, and the envelope is a yes. For another meal. Actually, more than that. There are 30 sorted bills in it, each to buy one box since he knows where you get the food from and what the standard price is.

Payment for one month in advance. Meetings for one month in advance. This fucker.

And you thought your sweaty scene at his apartment left him confused or weirded out. Nope, he decided he wants this times thirty. Something you have to let sink in.

The next day you drive along at the same time, there’s nobody there.

Because Baekhyun has left the door open. Now you can’t just speed away again. Nor do you really want to, for God’s sake.

After putting your helmet down in the small entrance room, you find an anxiously waiting Baekhyun on the extremely cleaned up living room couch, sitting there with fidgeting feet like it’s a porn casting.

The tension could kill. You put the box on the table before him like it’s England’s Crown Jewels. You want to calm him down so desperately, but don’t know how.

Given his sparkly eyes set on the food, that he wants to devour what you brought him right away is not hard to overlook. But he still seems hesitant. Insecure. Baekhyun doesn’t manage to say a full word which is the most surreal thing. You work up your voice and pass him the chopsticks in their paper packaging. „Pig out. You didn’t eat since 7AM.“

Again, he breaks the chopsticks. Trying hard not to do it too fast.

You sit opposite to him and revert back to professional mode. Talking about statistics from the comeback that Baekhyun hummingly acknowledges the way he does when you talk to EXO in meetings.

He stuffs himself like his life depends on it. No stable eye contact from him.

Both of you know that it’s not what you want to say. But even ten minutes in: Nothing about the cafeteria, the fries, the envelope, the topless incident, the forehead patch, nothing. Just you going on about details from work and him listening, nodding, chewing, making brief little remarks and using all his standard corporate phrases. „Ah, yes, EXO surely benefits from that.“ But it’s a start. You begin small.

So far, so good. With every evening, the conversation becomes more and more two-sided and the meals bigger. A second envelope soon enters your office, covering the extra costs for the XXL boxes, your fuel, and another month worth of meals. Note: Only one and a half weeks in.

Fuck, you got yourself into something big. Is it because his dog likes you?

You are starting to like babying him like that, even if you both keep it serious. Unusually so, but at least you don’t get into any more accidents with that suspense off your either shoulders.

It’s not like that cute little face would leave you any chance in the first place. Baekhyun smiles shyly around you. His big laugh is sweeping, but the small things… lethal. Absolutely lethal.

His manager doesn’t like it, but his genius idol’s mochi factor is increasing since you bring him spicy, richer foods. Baekhyun declines most snacks he’s offered at work, hardly eats up at the cafeteria and gives it to Foodcas Xuxi instead, and even the stylists wished he would gain more weight without any results in their convincing acts. But when you bring him a large portion of extra al dente spaghetti or — as of recently — self-made black bean noodles, Baekhyun would consider it rude not to follow the call of the carbs.

Interesting.

He eats even more aggressively when he knows you made the food yourself.

Quickly enough, he pays either for take-out or ingredients meant for not one, but two people. You usually eat a little earlier than he does, but you would not trade the best luxury meal in the world eaten by yourself with being together in Baekhyun’s flat. To the average Joe, this would be the biggest hassle, but to you… there’s no way you can get enough of being around him so privately. You enjoy taking the time to buy food for him. Taking the time in general.

You’re not the only one.

I don’t have to tell you how Baekhyun has to fight getting a vicious hard-on with sitting opposite to you with your motorcycling jacket peeled down to the hip, right inside a staring-not staring-staring-not staring match while you both slurp on your noodle soup pretending to be apprentice and idol.

It’s… bizarre. And hot. And bizarre. And frustrating.

You both don’t know where to take all of this. You end up making it a rock-solid daily routine, but not going any further than that because you are afraid. The excuse: Never change a running system.

In the meantime, Baekhyun works out even more. Not to compensate for the calories or to get rid of the increasingly chubby cheeks. Nope, it’s to impress you and show his fitness, plain and simple. At times, the music once again blasts in the practice room after everyone left. You come in to clear the room with Baekhyun in one of his very tight tank tops.

You greet each other softly smiling. The familiarity really does begin to show. While you sort and organize, he writes you a little note on what to get for food tonight. He scribbles a little „:3“ emoji underneath.

You think about that for at least two hours before you drive to his apartment.

So, yeah. Something is going on with him regardless of both of you trying to keep your routine stable and CIA-level secret.

He finds himself cringeworthy when he carries seven stacked up chairs to a group meeting at once just because you’re attending. But something in him can’t help it, for the love of God. At least in this regard, he thinks, something is running on autopilot in terms of flirting methods. Meaning, he really does hide less and less.

Meanwhile, Lucas’ eyes are falling out because Baekhyun is mustering new levels of strength nobody suspected he had. In the most random situations, even. Baekhyun’s fitness trainer is also living one hell of a life because his protégée is so eager these days. Mastering everything from weights to pilates. Hormones are one hell of a drug.

Kai frequently remarks that Baekhyun is different. „He’s nagging much less, what’s going on, why, why!“ he says to Taemin on the regular, and they invent all kinds of theories.

Since Baekhyun doesn’t want to miss out on your daily evening visit nor spend 8 hours in the gym, that means: He increases the intensity of the work-outs. For two and a half weeks, he is completely knocked out afterwards.

And so… it happens.

Baekhyun falls asleep before your visit. The door he has opened beforehand as always, but you enter a dim room with dozing Baekhyun splayed on the bed in his red carpet outfit from earlier that day. He worked out in the morning, did some hosting, talked his soul out in an interview, attended an award show, drove home, and eventually collapsed in the sheets. Lights out.

You put the rice box and cake slice you brought along on his desk. He looks so cute when he dozes, but you also hate disturbing his sleepy angel hours. Especially because you know how worn-out his schedule has left him and you feel sorry for it.

You feel weird for standing there with your take-out and want to hurry outside as fast as possible, but leave a note.

For the first time in weeks, you eat dinner in your own flat.

After forcefully waking up at 3AM due to his usual sleep cycle being off balance, Baekhyun falls into a spiral of regrets. Once it dawns on him what time it is and he must have missed your visit, he buries his face in his palms sitting at the edge of the bed.

He resents himself for neither cleaning up his bedroom properly nor staying awake even more so, no matter how eventful his day was. He imagines how you must have seen him sleep, probably in the most humiliating, unflattering position and with terrible hair, judging him for being rude, forgetful, unattractive, messy, and probably a thousand other things.

Until… he finds the note. That one gives him a second almost-heart attack, but an adrenaline-fueled one this time. He stumbles back onto his bed and reads it twenty times over.

„Rest well and dig in. Don’t worry. Text if you’re okay. 03304 68010113.“

After three typos in your number, almost choking on cold rice because he eats so passionately, and several minutes of going back and forth on sending something, he kicks his own ass and writes a little „I’m ok, I’m very very sorry! I’m an idiot 😭“. After you reply that he has no reason to apologize, he rambles on about how he wishes that he’s not being an inconvenience to you with a whole row of sad and dejected emojis.

You hate that Baekhyun feels put on the spot and obliged because of you this way and try to think hard about how to solve the dilemma. You won’t try to stop the rain of his apologies by telling him to calm down because you know it’ll make it worse, and instead decide it’s time to get going.

The opportunity is now, and there’s only one.

‚So, I have an idea—“

Going to the groovy little underground pizza restaurant downtown is something that Baekhyun immediately accepts as a suggestion. He wants to compensate for his dozing, but he also knows that this is a whopping chance more than anything.

And… a covert first date.

He knows that’s what it is. It’s about leveling up now.

Before you can write that you’ll treat him and he can relax, he gets firm with insisting that you will pay not a single dime. You know that it’s not just his overworking conscience speaking. It’s also the only way Baekhyun gets an occasion to express that he takes this very seriously via text.

That he wants to repay you and aims to get the most out of meeting up is something you realize when he steps out of the wardrobe room the next evening after everyone in the company has gone home.

The stylists he has told that he needs to try this particular outfit on for some time to get used to it. „I need to dance in this, so.“

Actually, it is meant for EXO performing at the Oscars next week, but he got away with the excuse and a promise to take care.

And… he really did the rest of the styling all by himself. He’s turned into a glamorous neat freak. Every shiny hair glued into its desired place, freshly dyed honey blonde with soft brunette roots.

In fact, who walks at you is a wholly different Baekhyun in a dark, reddish-violet satin suit, pointy black shoes, matte black tie, mature sultry eye shadow, black square sunglasses pushed up into his hair, his signature lipstick, with a distinct statement tote bag, and black lace socks. I repeat: Lace. This is the fanciest anybody has ever headed to eat $6.50 pizza at a tube station. I mean wow, just wow. The tailored shoulders and how tight the tux cinches in at the waist is on par with Kai’s Obsession crop top.

Even the much more expensive award show outfit from last week looks like a potato sack compared to how much he dolled himself up and reinvented literally every inch about himself. Like you have to prevent yourself from drooling.

Yep. He. Means. Business.

Funnily enough, Baekhyun realizes his zeal and just how much he is trying to impress you at all costs when you turn up with your standard khaki trench coat, bunny print umbrella, and casual white sneakers that have seen World War 1 and 2. You know, just the way you always come to his apartment and the way it’s inconspicuous.

Going by his face… he starts to overthink his esteem. You can see how his expression becomes mortified. You promptly decide to put an end to his self-conscious back and forth through taking him by the hand.

„You’re the best-looking man in the world and I’m asking you for a date. Are you comin’ or are you not?“

You then make it particularly clear to him that if anything, this right in front of you is very much authentic Baekhyun and not someone else you’re in for after all. And, that you’re both in your genuine form tonight the way it’s gotta be, the way you know each other and the reason why you decided to do this. Boom.

Four-step Greek style sermon for tonight: Delivered.

Now he’s gaping at you too much to beat himself up. That mission is very much accomplished. Modern problems apparently require ancient rhetoric. You’re in a kick-ass mood tonight. I dunno, anybody would be, Baekhyun’s accentuated sense of style has the historic potential to make girls reckless.

Baekhyun’s hand is heated like an Icelandic geyser and his heartbeat rate would make the average rabbit look like an amateur. Believe it or not — it’s the first time you’re deliberately touching. It’s ridiculous.

You head to the company garage, he churns out five jokes in a row on how he must look like a Korean Elton John on the way to his best-of concert, you laugh… Baekhyun feels better. Three times as nervous compared to when you usually come to his flat, but better nevertheless. And he drives, so.

He feels like he’s catching up and giving something back, no matter that you feel he doesn’t have to, but to him, it’s important.

You joke back to him how it’s a little bit funny — Elton John pun intended — that you saw every inch of Baekhyun’s apartment at this point already but this is the first date. The world is upside down, but it’s SM Entertainment, so. Things get started in different ways, but they do.

That realization is getting to him, too. Baekhyun’s peacock alter ego emerges to bolt over the motorway like a lovedrunk Lewis Hamilton with a foot glued to the gas pedal, but also checks fifty times for how you feel in the passenger seat. Asking about how you like it, if the A/C is set to how you want it, whether your seat is tilted the way you enjoy it. Damn, he really is on edge.

On top of that, said alter ego maneuvers him right into a 3-kilometer outer ring traffic jam before his innocent self even realizes it. More time to chat… more time to sit so close… more time you get to savor the comfort of his luxurious car. So that was a Freudian slip with a steering wheel right there.

You already know that Baekhyun has never tried as hard to make somebody like him. You compliment his taste in cars vice versa to take that pressure off before he turns into a nervous wreck entirely. And then, also adding that you could get used to this which makes Baekhyun feel like a billion Won. His eyes are downcast, his cheeks are beaming. Figures, light superpowers and such, we know the deal.

Meanwhile, that you really like him already and for a long time is something you challenge yourself to make more than apparent to him. If he’s still this desperate about pleasing you and unsure about how he comes across, there’s some work to do. This guy needs a sign. A football field-sized one. If Baekhyun’s demon is his self-worth tonight, yours is being a lot more demonstrative. You’ve been far too indirect with him all day every day.

That you’re outside of both your professional spheres actually helps: Big fucking time.

Easing him into a conversation happens surprisingly smooth when you recount visiting his apartment and seeing him sleep so beautifully. Which you say was the most gratifying thing which is the truth. It’s been on his mind, hearing about your relief makes a lot of things plague him less.

You also add how you enjoy bringing him food just because. That he’s nice and good company, even when he sleeps. That assures Baekhyun and makes him laugh.

And yes. He ends up serenading you throughout the entire traffic jam. And yes. When Baekhyun is in love, his singing is particularly on point. You can hear the cherry on top in his registers. No need for the stereo, you can ask him to sing any song you like.

The traffic jam disperses after 20 minutes, Baekhyun has interpreted your entire favorite playlist at this point. Arriving feels like way too soon.

You put your trench coat over Baekhyun while he exits the car. There’s hardly anyone around in this part of the town but who knows, making sure not to mess up his hair in the process. Both of you hurry to the stairs leading underground. Meanwhile, the car is parked quite stealthily behind a closed-down fish restaurant with dusty windows.

It feels good to walk around with Baekhyun right by your side.

The surroundings are cluttered with trash and only few people wait at the tube station that opens up before you with every step downwards. It’s actually perfect as a getaway. There are mostly older businessmen on shift at first glance.

It’s colder out in the open and surrounded by surfaces of concrete, the car was like a spa by comparison. Baekhyun takes the initiative to put the trench coat back onto your shoulders. You feel flattered and you smile at each other, and walk on with synchronized steps. The pizza bar is almost within sight. In the meantime, the digital board announces the tube arriving in five minutes. He takes your hand.

And then… some real bullshit goes down.

A group of seven scraggly-looking teens lounge on a bench, roughly 200 meters before the pizza bistro. You have to pass the bench close-by given how narrow the walking space next to the train tracks is.

One of them, the tallest of the bunch, coarsely shouts at you. „How much did that prostitute cost and where does he keep his money, huh?“ He sticks his wriggling tongue out right along. The others are ogling Baekhyun’s shoes and chest pockets, preying and laughing and sneering. It dawns on you that you should’ve asked for one more song in the car.

The mood tips. One of the boys sitting on the left side of the bench starts fiddling with a 3-inch switchblade. And then, something flicks the switch inside you, too. Your Kyoong-protect-o-meter goes through the roof faster than Baekhyun can get his car to the speed limit.

Cue She-Hulk transformation. In an onslaught of your inner wrestling diva claiming her rights, you take matters into your own hands by hurling Baekhyun’s glitzy designer bag at the guy’s surprised face. Sorry Versace, it had to be done. The whole group gasps out loud. While they’re still caught off guard, you go on to lunge forward and furiously whack greasy knife guy and two other approaching attackers with your Roger fucking Rabbit umbrella using a windmill-motion martial arts technique you came up with from scratch. Baekhyun doesn’t even have to duck… being smol has its advantages.

The switchblade is sent flying into a bin. Point landing. You proceed to rip into the group to helicopter your improvised weapon in circles until it threatens to plow down the better of them and they back away squealing and pleading. Britney would be so damn proud of you, I’m telling ya.

Needless to say, the mortally terrified group runs and disperses into the arriving tube, probably booking their therapist appointments for Monday morning already. You pick up the bag for Baekhyun a little breathless, dust it off, and say a prayer. Holy shit.

What the hell just happened. Literally, what the fucking fuck.

An entirely wide-eyed Baekhyun still can’t believe that a whole group of sleazy guys twice as tall as him took an unhinged windmill beating by you to prevent a robbery, and meanwhile he is the martial arts champion. Like, hello? He’s been a Hapkido instructor with several gold medals. How many black belts does the guy have again? He could mow down fifty of that kind and pulverize anyone of them with a mere NCT-style kick. This is ridiculous. He’s mighty impressed.

A few businessmen at the station are looking at you from afar with open mouths. You wave and give a thumbs up signalling all is okay. The security personnel reviewing the CCTV the next day is down for a ride. You hope that there are no headlines with pictures of this. Tube brats get their ass busted by cartoon bunny at 2:15 AM. K-Pop star Baekhyun defended by mysterious umbrella wielder gone wild.

You take a deep breath, brush off your coat. „Um. Moving on I guess.“ Then, interlink arms with Baekhyun, strolling on toward the restaurant. Looking around everywhere, still a little shocked. Walking off your relief helps, as is looking forward to eating. Damn, you do outrageous things when you’re hungry.

The restaurant is the size of the practice room at best, lit with white neon and decorated with Italian flags in every corner. The empty seats are designed like in an American diner from the 80s.

The lanky six-foot-something waiter, Luigi Roberto Maranello Salvatore (his nameplate is really in-depth about this), hurries to the door when he sees how Baekhyun is dressed and probably thinks the King of Korea just arrived. Which he, in fact, did, but that’s beside the point.

You sit at the very back and get comfortable after breaking your last sweat. An enthusiastic Luigi presents to you the latest ‚delicious couple menu options’ and promises to use the best toppings he can offer. You instantly trust him, Luigi has the most accurate mustache you’ve ever seen.

Baekhyun and you share a huge plate of the curiously named ‚Pizza Puppy Love‘ that might be better described as a circle-shaped late night gala buffet. You dig in because damn, fighting thugs makes hungry, and Baekhyun stuffs himself given how it’s his favorite meal. Luigi sees that you are avid eaters and way too busy looking at each other, so he disappears in the kitchen, proud of setting the mood just perfectly.

In the meantime, Baekhyun says that he thinks of hiring you as a sasaeng protection machine. You muse how the umbrella is sturdier than you thought and you wouldn’t hesitate to use it again now that you think about it. Being Baekhyun’s Jarvis is not a bad thought, actually. Beating up rascals for him is your newly discovered love language.

In fact: Whatever took over inside of you and made you lose your chill, Baekhyun is mighty curious about. He thinks that was very sexy. You get the feeling that this guy could like dangerous women. He might have picked that up from Taemin, credits to him.

After Baekhyun has dramatically recounted the umbrella incident at least five times, the conversation goes on about your embarrassing hiding stories, how hilariously over- and underdressed you are as a unit, and you teasing him about „speeding on the highway, are we“. Baekhyun teases you back about how you acted like his manager with your trench coat over his head. He kind of has a point and you call it a tie.

Seeing Baekhyun all full with his beloved pizza and acting so carefree in his Oscar suit is a cute sight. You take the liberty to cut a particularly large slice out of the puppy pizza UFO and feed him.

If it’s a couple menu, you gotta act like it.

Baekhyun is making some mighty heart eyes at you, and so — you decide to take it a little further. This whole fight thing made you forget you’re on a goddamn date after… a whole year of eyefucking and that it’s about time to close the gap.

Luigi is wholly busy making order in the kitchen and Baekhyun has some tomato sauce stuck at the side of his mouth. Convenient. You take the chance to wipe it off with the tip of your right digit.

He realizes what you’re doing and promptly grabs your hand to keep it right where it is. Uh-oh. His tongue darts out, he licks right across your finger. To top it off, he starts to suck it, too. With a typical nonchalance. Seeing how you almost combust, he takes another finger into his hot mouth. And sucks a little more. His lipstick smudges onto your hand. His eyes are like hot coals and the pupils are all blown. Oh my, my, my.

If you’re just playing, don’t you ever give Baekhyun anything to escalate on like that, ever. The way you were ready to knock down the seven guys, he is ready to get physical once the first step is done. Though, the thing is. You’re not playing. It’s exactly the type of fodder that you’ve been craving to give him. Baekhyun’s oral fixation is something else.

The rest of the pizza is gone in five minutes…

…and Luigi gets the tip of his life.

You walk to the car in much faster steps than before. Even if it’s later than late, nobody is around anymore except a sleeping beggar on the other side of the station. No danger in sight whatsoever. There’s a different reason to get going like that this time and there’s no way you can mentally prepare yourself for what’s coming.

Back to the fish restaurant, back to the car spa. Nobody on the streets, anywhere. This night, Baekhyun does not feel even remotely tired, though.

After you put your umbrella in the trunk — you will honor it much more from now on — the driver’s and passenger’s seat stay empty for half an hour and a little more. Now, the actual stereo is on. There’s a lot to catch up with on the backseat.

Baekhyun puts Delight on repeat, and queues City Lights just because. Guy knows what good music and singing sounds like. You interlock hands and call him pretty. Baekhyun is flustered, but all the more eager.

It takes barely a minute until you get serious with making out on top of him and grind on his lap like the world ends. The satiny fabric is too tempting not to gyrate all over it in your jeans. Lord knows his legs are great. You know what you signed up for. Those thighs are so delicious to straddle, you can’t even imagine.

Baekhyun gazes at you so intently and ready, whispering his little you-can-do-anythings and tell-me-all-you-wants, it’s like magic.

To top it off, kissing his little pouty lips has got to be the best thing, running your hands through his sexy hair — even more so. Your mouth and fingers have been begging you to do this. Begging.

From there, your hands go places. His neatly razored nape of the neck, his waist, the chest. His suit, all that expensive fabric, his gentle skin, it’s so nice to the touch. He smells so hot. Bergamot, cinnamon, and sweet, deep, rich and soothing sandalwood. „Girl, I’m your Candy“ gets a whole new meaning. Practice room memories. As if you aren’t wet enough already.

By the last minute of the second track, Baekhyun is already hooked kissing your neck and does some very daring acrobatics with his tongue. And you thought the pizza would satiate him. Nope, he eats you up like a whole salad bowl of black bean noodles with three pounds kimchi and ten fried eggs stacked on top. In his own words I mean lyrics: Game over.

The desperation and nervosity adds even more sloppiness and hunger. These have got to be the lewdest slurping and sucking noises you’ve ever heard. You can’t help but curse the ugliest things. Something’s pretty damn hard through the front of his tux already.

Baekhyun feels that you feel it and the kissing becomes even more frantic. His whole body says: Grind more. Please. Please.

By the time the fourth track starts, Baekhyun’s entirely wet mouth wanders upward. Here goes the French kissing madness. You glide your hips back and forth on his bulge, and his tongue is already winding inside of you like it’s advanced singing lessons. It’s so unreal that you have to grab hold of his upper arms to stay in place. Shit, this guy.

You can tell that this… is his absolute forte. Nobody can fuck with Baekhyun when it comes to outrageous mouth and throat technique. Your tongue gets a sense of how confident he is in his lip service and works his way into it. Now you know how it feels when Byun Baekhyun pays back your attention. Holy Luigi’s Cannoli, he has so much fun. Way, way too much fun. Like Sir, this is a Wendy’s.

And that’s the last damn straw. Really, the last one. You can’t do this shit anymore. You ask for condoms.

After freezing up for at least ten seconds, he nods his little head about ten times in a row. It’s as if he can’t actually believe it and didn’t just kiss the shit out of you with the hardest dick in history.

„Okay, I’ll—“

Baekhyun keeps them in a yellow puppy-shaped bag under the driver’s seat and takes three torturous minutes to get them from there since it’s underneath and behind other random things. Which means you get to look at his ass for said time because he is bent forward between the two front seats. It’s not like you’ve never seen Baekhyun from behind, but never this close nor in a suit as tight since he usually wears baggy things. So. He’s not just big in the front, then. For his build? That is Korea’s ass.

And the condoms? You expected they were in his tote or his suit within one reach and rip. Nope, Baekhyun did not leave the company building with intentions. He’s been managing this raging boner for a whole year and did not make any moves on you in his apartment where he could have had you on any available surface in two minutes. Baekhyun wasn’t close to even remotely ask for literally anything. He just sat there on the couch with restless legs, ruffled hair, and an open mouth while hearing you talk. You don’t want to imagine how intensely he must have gotten off. Which he, in fact, did.

He didn’t deliberately plan sex in a specific place for the first date either. Instead, he was prepared for— what exactly? A slight eventuality? Now that you think about it: Going by how he dressed himself, what Baekhyun probably thought he could get out of this was: A compliment. Even if all of your evening visits were nothing but hardcore sexual tension and this was the chance to bring that to an end. Let that sink in.

This guy’s self-control is not only astronomical, but also completely astounding given his usual character. In fact, you thought he would be entirely sovereign with this. How could he not? He’s Baekhyun!

Going by all that… You conclude that Baekhyun must really feel like he does not deserve you. His shame and self-denial must go through the roof. Given how his deeper insecurities have been in plain sight, it actually makes sense. Looks like you’re the one bringing them out, whatever it is that you do. It’s pretty tough knowing that you rouse something as vulnerable in him but it’s as good as it is bad. You find him very brave and incredible for letting it show. Honestly? It’s better than pushing through all of this pretending.

Plus — You really must have given him the impression that he can look but not ever touch. While that’s the entire opposite of what you want.

To be fair: Having Baekhyun openly touch you in the company would have been a dangerous act. Even more so than say, you touching him, (which would have been somewhat possible, look at stylists and managers casually or work-relatedly doing skinship). Because that means that the availability his profession suggests to the world is no longer a thing and his mind is set on one person. Which, in his field, is social death.

That’s why Baekhyun could only ever touch you by virtue of circumstances and whatever higher forces arranging accidents where he bumped into you. Talk about indirect ways. The universe gave you what you wanted, but in a way where there was always the excuse of bad luck and no possibility of other people finding out about your feelings. Risky love breeds risky circumstances.

The same with showing his body or knocking at your door to get your attention. He knows he can’t do that, can’t ask for it. So what happens? You accidentally walk in on him, or he crashes against your office entrance after slipping.

The same with treating you, spending time together, getting taken care of by you. Baekhyun found himself wishing for it. So it happened that you spilled your fries and he bought them for you all over, and he was begging for fried noodles so the opportunity to meet surprisingly came about. The accidents themselves both of you didn’t want nor deliberately stage, but you very much wanted the results of them. Directly you could not express your feelings, not even Baekhyun. That’s how it all came to be and now you see just how much he wants to be close to you in so many ways.

That he feels ashamed and undeserving — that shocks the living hell out of you.

So, all right then, keeper. Time to show you otherwise.

It’s crazy how he thinks you’re the one off limits and not him. Then again, he’s not the guy with the savage umbrella technique.

Since his hand is too shaky, you slip one on him and start to ride him without any further ado. You’re already leaking so what’s left to fiddle around about. No wasting any time here.

The deal is as good as sealed. He feels fucking great inside of you and his wide eyes are the most rewarding thing. Whatever dimension Baekhyun just broke through, the level of whipped is not possible to be described with any human words. His hands are roaming over you pretty much without aim, you can tell your body is too much for him.

After he’s begging you to do it roughly, you grab him by the collar and fuck his soul out until he’s all gasping because his dick hurts. The song’s called Are You Ridin’ with good reason.

Baekhyun’s brains are long screwed out at this point, if not reduced to absolute green and purple jello. Is there actually any mind to lose at this point after you had your fingers in his mouth? Like literally, his favorite thing? Probably not.

He bites down into his sleeve. Baekhyun is all knocked out by you by the time you get to your second orgasm, and reclines on the backseat bench to starfish the rest of the thing with his mouth hanging open at you. Hormone overload. His entire body shut down except the will to keep it up and not come. Yum, he is fit. Where he takes that godly strength from, only higher powers can tell. The Tree of Life, Zeus, Ten Chittaphon, I don’t know.

He just has the kind of dick you can really bounce on. Really. Fucking. Hard. You are one spark of insanity close to run on autopilot. I don’t think anybody’s growled like this on him before. Nor was Baekhyun’s cock this close to falling right off, ever.

This is not sex, it’s a crazy as fuck pounding, with Baekhyun on the verge of being blacked out with drool on his chin and his eyes rolling back. His fingers are absentmindedly trailing down your upper back and all he can utter is a small, yearning „please, please“ and gritting „don’t stop, please don’t stop…“ between his teeth. And hell, you have not a single reason to. Cue Captain America, I can do this all day.

When other people say smashing, whatever they’re referring to is not as smash as this. This must be the dirtiest, wettest slapping noise you’ve ever heard, and Baekhyun’s entirely uncontrolled moans will be forever etched into your memory. So melodic, so goddamn excited and desperate and all fucked out. He’s groaning so well, it’s like it’s meant for you.

By the third time you come, he’s crying and whining and has to cover his mouth not to scream out loud. You have no idea what your body is doing, but whatever it is, it’s taking Baekhyun out. Even you tire after some time, but you keep going. You imagine that every thrust is the meal and attention you wanna give to him.

That’s a lot of fucking and edging you get done in half an hour. Baekhyun’s tongue is hanging out afterwards and you went through a whopping three condoms. So much frustration finally released. Baekhyun’s gonna be emptier than Suho’s wallet after Sehun ordered a lifetime supply of bubble tea.

You squarely avoid oozing your own cum onto his backseat with one hand. Good lord that creampie would ruin everything if he didn’t wear a condom. You’ve come a long way since colliding in the cafeteria, not gonna lie.

And thank God you’re not fucking somewhere in the company and the Audi is close to soundproof because this guy is LOUD. You need some good eardrums to handle these moans. Unhinged is an understatement. If this becomes a contest outwhoring each other, he’d win by a landslide.

By the time you slip off, Baekhyun is on the verge to the dreamland, you milked every last drop out of him. Which means…

…you get to drive an expensive as fuck Audi through Seoul. Your beatdown with the tube thugs you try to refrain from boasting about, but this one you are tempted to brag about to yourself for the next week. Well, in your mind. Just a little bit. It’s a great car. And you feel giddy in your body all over. That’s what sex with Baekhyun does to you.

Seoul traffic is tame around this time. Half in his sleep, Baekhyun hums and sings on the driver’s seat. He’s all sober, but you made the guy act a lil’ drunk, huh. In his element, he talks and talks and talks and talks a little more. Then, does his tiny 'ㅅ' pup face and dozes for half the ride. Sleeping angel hours.

You can’t really scold him for passing out so fast in the slightest. As always, he went who knows how many extra miles just for you. That includes vowing to hand-wash his Oscars suit because it’s fucking ruined. Since the stylists are guaranteed to flame him, you send the fashion department a message how Baekhyun has to wear a different suit because he’s simply too dummy thick for this one, especially as far as the pants are concerned. Which is almost no lie and they will believe you.

Much like his name suggests, Baekhyun does go hundred. At his apartment, you basically have to carry him into the bedroom. He says he doesn’t want to sleep. But you won’t kiss him goodnight after you pull off your jacket without a strong word on how his health has to be priority. He gets the point when you say you wouldn’t have had a first date without Baekhyun dozing off before your evening visit.

Sweet baby Jesus, you’d still be awkwardly slurping noodles without Baekhyun’s faux pas. If you look back at it: It’s all a story of accidents that turn out beautiful.

Sleep being Baekhyun’s reset button, that’s the best thing to do in order to give the night a good conclusion. Being alone in his apartment together, you don’t have to discreet about sleeping next to him after setting the alarm clock.

Mark Lee’s piping hot Americano is the culprit for all of this, but you thank him.

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Best Friend’s Annoying Brother (M)

Your best friend’s brother is the most frustrating human you’ve ever met but perhaps there’s more to him than meets the eye.

College AU, enemies to lovers, Tae is actually the sweetest.

Warnings: Angst (if you wanna call it that), Smut, unprotected sex, anxiety and panic attacks

“Are you still coming over today to study?” Jenny asks pulling your attention away from your half-eaten bowl of manduguk. You automatically nod before taking another bite. Friday study dates with your best friend we’re a weekly tradition since you started college and you weren’t planning on skipping out. “Great!” She beamed at you briefly before asking her next question. “Actually, I was thinking you should stay the night. We haven’t done that in forever. What do you say?” She was right. You have both been so busy lately with classes and getting prepared for finals that you hadn’t gotten to spend much time together lately aside from the study sessions which honestly didn’t leave much down time. “Yeah! I’ll have to stop off at home and take a shower and pack a bag but after that I’ll be there.” She giggles excitedly showing off her boxy grin before taking a bite of her noodles. “We should do a hot chocolate and movie night! We can even make cookies.” Jenny chirped excitedly. You always enjoyed how much the simplest things excited her. “Sounds like a plan.” You smile softly before checking the time. “Oh- I’ve got to be at class in 20 minutes but I’ll let you know when I’m on my way over.”, you say as you begin to gather your things. Jenny pouts briefly but then her bright smile returns. “Okay! I’ll see you at the house. Bye Y/N!” She waves excitedly as you begin to walk towards your next class. “Bye Jen!” You shout back as you adjust your scarf that had been squished by your backpack as you hurry off to the Science building.

The wind picks up about half way through your walk to class and you tuck your head down slightly to shield your face from the cold when you make direct contact with something firm. You stumble back bracing yourself for the fall that never comes. When your eyes open you realize there is a hand secured around your wrist. “Oh my god I’m so sorry about tha- oh it’s you...“ you stop mid apology when you realize just who it is you slammed into. The ever annoying Kim Taehyung, Jenny’s brother. Taehyung has been a pain in your ass since the day you met him. He was loud and rude and though he was the universe’s gift to women. Not only that but it seemed that annoying you was his favorite pass time in the world. “I see you’re still just as clumsy as ever.” He grunts as you regain your footing and pull your arm from his grasp. “And I see you’re still just as obnoxious.” You huff rolling your eyes as you cross your arms over your chest. “Oh thanks for not letting me bust my ass Tae.” He mocks you. You glare at him. “I said I was sorry- do you always have to be such a dick?” He smirks “A dick would have let you fall.” You readjust the straps on you backpack and grit your teeth. “Yeah because god forbid you ever do anything kind. You know what- never mind. I have a class to get to.” You grumble as you push past him and continue walking. “See you around, brat!” He calls from behind you as he laughs obnoxiously. You decide to ignore him and get to the lecture hall as quickly as possible. It was cold and you were already irritated beyond belief.

After an hour of Trigonometry your brain is fried and you’re just ready to get home and have a nice hot shower. You quickly make your way to your car and drive home, sighing in relief as your house comes into view. You quickly unlock the door before making your way to your room. First order of business: pick out something to wear. Given the current weather, you opt for a pair of black leggings, your oversized sweater and your long pair of black boots. Feeling satisfied with your choice you strip down and go turn on the shower. The water is scorching but that’s just what you need right now. After spending a few moments too many just relaxing under the hot stream of water you begin to wash up. Once you feel adequately clean you step out of the shower and wrap a towel around your body. After drying off and getting dressed you examine yourself in the mirror. You decide that minimal makeup and a side braid should do the trick. You put on a bit of natural makeup just to feel human before going to pack your overnight bag. You decide on an oversized white tee and toss it in your bag along with your makeup wipes and your thigh high socks. It generally stayed pretty warm in the Kim’s house so you didn’t feel the need to pack any real pajamas. You rarely slept in those anyway. Once you had gathered everything you needed you shot your mom a quick text letting her know you would be at Jenny’s tonight and quickly made your way to your car. You turned it on before texting Jenny to let her know you were on your way and she responded quickly with “Great! Drive safe!”

It was about a fifteen minute drive to her house and you smiled as you pulled up seeing their usual excessive Christmas decorations. Mrs. Kim always loved decorating for the holidays and it showed. You grab your backpack and your overnight bag before making your way to the door. Seconds after you rang the bell, the door swung open and you were met with a shirtless, wet haired Taehyung. He was wearing only black sweatpants that hung low on his hips and you almost stumbled back in surprise. When you looked up you were greeted by his obnoxious smirk. “Do you not know what a shirt is?” you huff. He quirks an eyebrow up before responding coolly. “It’s my house so I can wear what I want.” He chuckles as he leans against the doorframe. “Besides it looks like you were enjoying the view.” Rolling your eyes you shift your weight. “In your dreams asshole. Can you move? It’s cold.” He smirks one last time before turning on his heel and walking back inside. You follow behind him and shut the door. It’s then that you hear Jenny pattering towards you. “Y/N! You’re here!” She giggles in delight throwing her arms around you. “Please tell me he’s not going to be here all night.” You groan as she pulls away. “Oh Tae? No he’s getting ready to go out with Jimin and Jungkook for a boys night at the bar.” That causes you to perk up a bit. At least he will be gone most of the night and not be there to interrupt your much needed movie night with your best friend. You follow her back up the stair to get studying out of the way so you can get around to the best part of the night: hot chocolate and Christmas movies.

Study time had long passed and you were three movies and several glasses of cocoa in when Jenny started to yawn. Seeing this you stood up off the couch. “You ready to turn in for the night?” You ask and Jenny nods sleepily. She gets up as well and heads up the stairs back to her room with you following close behind. You both change into your pjs and clamber into bed. “Goodnight.” She hums sleepily. “Night.” You reply with a content sigh but Jenny was already fast asleep and snoring lightly. You curl up under the warm covers and drift off yourself.

You wake up and look at the clock. It’s 2:00 in the morning. You groan softly. You feel nauseous, probably due to the excessive amounts of sugar you had consumed that night. You quietly climb out of bed and make your way to the kitchen. A glass of water should help. You round the corner and quietly grab a glass from the cabinet before filling it half up. You stall for a second when you vision clouds and you feel your hands starting to shake. You try to calm yourself as you bring the cup to your lips but your breathing refuses to even out. When you try to swallow you suddenly feel your lungs restrict. You can’t breathe. Logically you know this isn’t true. You’re having a panic attack. This isn’t your first one but it’s been almost a year since the last and this one was seemingly going to be rough. Your mind swirls as you try to calm yourself and in your panicked state you loose your grip of the cup in your hand. Water drenches your front and the plastic cup bounces at your feet before rolling to a stop. You look around frantically trying to clear your vision but it’s proving to be difficult. Distantly you hear the front door shutting but you don’t completely register it. You stay frozen in place shaking and struggling to catch your breath. “Hey looser- what the fuck?” You hear his voice as he stalls at the entrance of the kitchen. You turn slightly towards Taehyung as you start to cry. “Y/N?..” his voice is lowered and he speaks softly. He takes a step forward just as your knees give out. He catches you in his arms before you can hit the ground. You expect for him to make some crude remark or call you a baby for crying but instead he holds you to his chest keeping you upright. “What’s wrong?” He whispers. “Ca-can’t... b-br-breathe.” You manage to get out as you grip onto his jacket for dear life. It’s then that he realizes what’s happening. “Tell me five things you can see.” He requests gently, keeping his voice calm and steady. You look up at him confused but you do as he asks. You look around again. “C-cu-cup... ove-oven.. j-jacket... cabinets.. a-and rags.” You stumble through your words but he is patient and keeps his eyes trained on you. “Good.” He praises softly. “Now I need you to find four things you can touch. Can you do that?” You nod still trembling slight and breathing uneven. You reach out and touch the rag on the counter as Tae keeps a gentle grip on your waist. “Rag” You mutter as you take it in your hand. You then grasp your own earring between your fingers “Earrings” you repeat to yourself. “Your eyes then focus on the rings adorning Taehyung’s fingers and you reach out to touch them lightly shaking less than before. “Rings” you say sniffling. He smiles softly at you for reassurance. You grab his jacket again and repeat the word to him. “You’re doing good. What are three things you can hear?” You focus yourself for a moment “Rain, the clock, and.. your breathing.” He smiles sweetly at you and you notice that you have stopped shaking entirely. “Tell me two things you can smell?” He asks and you nod. “Chocolate and whiskey.” He chuckles softly at that. “Sorry” he murmurs and you shake your head. “It’s okay.” He smiles softly. “Now what’s one thing you can taste?” You hesitate briefly before looking to the few cookies that remained on the tray from before. You grab one and take a small bite and swallow before you say chocolate once again. He pauses briefly before he speaks. “How are you feeling? Are you okay?” You swallow gently before nodding. “I’m a lot better... thank you.” He smiles almost shyly. “Don’t worry about it.” He says before he begins to clean up the water from the floor. “Oh shit- let me get it. I’m the one that made the mess.” You go to grab the towel but he stops you gently. “It’s fine. I can get it.” He assures you and you shiver slightly realize how cold you are in your wet shirt and you wrap your arms around yourself trying to warm up. Tae seems to notice and quickly stands up. “Fuck you must be freezing. Wait here.” He says before he’s rushing off.

You wait patiently for him and he returns a moment later with what appears to be one of his hoodies. He offers it to you and you smile softly. “Thanks. I’m gonna go change.” You mumble as you make your way to the bathroom. You quickly change out of your wet shirt and pull off your damp thigh high socks before tugging the dark grey hoodie onto your frame. It’s large on you and it comes down to just below mid thigh. It’s warm and it smells wonderfully like Taehyung. You flush slightly realizing how odd it is to be comforted by his scent but quickly push the thought away.

You make your way back into the kitchen to see him perched on the counter. He smiles softly when he sees you and hops down. He offers you a fresh glass of water, which you eagerly take. “Thanks.” You smile before taking a long drink. “I figured you might be a little thirsty.” He shrugs leaning against the counter. You hesitate momentarily before you speak. “Tae?” He perks up hearing the nickname. You never called him that. He was lucky to even hear you call him anything that wasn’t hateful but granted he knew he deserved most of it. “Yeah?” He responds, clearing his throat. “How did you.... how did you know what to do?” You look at him quizzically. He rubs the back of his neck nervously before speaking. “That’s what helps me the most with my panic attacks.” He says quietly. “Oh-“ you’re shocked. He always seemed so confident and put together. You never would have guessed he struggled with something like that. “I had no idea...” He runs a hand through his hair and swallows . “Most people don’t. I’ve gotten a lot better at dealing with it.” He sighs and you reach out to touch his arm. “I’m sorry.” You say softly. He tenses slightly under your hand but shakes his head. “It’s alright. I never told you... I never told anybody.” Sadness flashes across your features for a moment. “I never cared to ask either.” You look down almost disappointed with yourself. He half smiles at you before he speaks again. “I didn’t exactly present myself as approachable so it’s okay.” You laugh softly. “You’re not wrong but still...” you trail off as you put your cup back on the counter. You look up at him and for the first time you take in how beautiful he really is. It’s impossible not to notice that he’s an attractive guy but in this setting he is almost breathtaking. You blush slightly when you realize that you were ogling at him.

He pushes himself up off the counter and steps towards you. “You alright?” He asks seeming genuinely concerned. “Yeah I just- sorry.” You mumble looking down. You feel his fingers gently curl under your chin and he tilts your face up. When your eyes meet you swallow hard, suddenly nervous being so close. “You have nothing to be sorry for.” He whispers. He’s so close that you can almost taste the whiskey on his breath. You nod slowly glancing at his lips as he darts his tongue out to wet them. His jaw clenched slightly as you hold your breath. “Can I kiss you Y/N?” He asks in a hushed tone and before you even realize what your doing you nod. One hand grips your hip gently as the other cups you cheek before your lips meet. His lips are soft and full and warm against your own and you gasp softly at the sensation. He takes this opportunity to let his tongue gently explore your mouth as your arms snake around his neck playing with the soft black locks. He groans softly into your mouth when you thread your fingers into his hair. You pull back slightly and look up at him almost in a daze. “I’ve wanted to do that for so long.” He confesses quietly, his lips mere inches from yours. “What?” You question slightly taken aback by this information. He nods “I’ve always liked you but Jenny is your best friend and I didn’t want to make things awkward if you didn’t feel the same way. You’re too important to her for me to fuck that up, you know?” You couldn’t believe what you were hearing. “Is that why you were always so mean to me?” You ask tilting your head slightly. “It was either make you hate me or avoid you at all costs and that just seemed to be the easier option.” He shrugs. You giggle softly. “You’re an idiot. You know that?” You tease as you continue to play with his hair. He hums softly as he rests his forehead against yours. “Well can this idiot kiss you again?” You smile as you brush your lips against his own. “Stop asking and just do it.” You mumble before you feel his lips connect with yours again. This time he kisses you deeper almost in a longing manner and you match his fervor as he pulls you flush against his body. You gasp against his lips as he grips your hips firmly, backing you up against the wall. “Jump” He murmurs against your lips as his hands slip down your thighs. You obey and wrap your legs around his toned waist, never breaking the kiss.

He walks you up the stairs gracefully being as quiet as possible. When he reaches his room he pushes the door open while keeping you braced against him with a strong arm. Tae kicks the door closed and continues walking, all the while maintaining the searing kiss. When he reaches his bed he drops you down gently before tugging off his denim jacket, leaving him in his fitted black tee and his tight black jeans and combat boots. You admire his figure as he kicks his shoes off before making his way over to you. “Get up in the bed baby.” He orders gently and you quickly comply. He crawls up the bed to you, hovering over you. His lips meet yours again and you instinctively wrap your arms around his shoulders. He groans lowly into your mouth as he gently bites down on your lower lip. You whine softly as he releases it. You tug gently on his shirt and he swiftly sits up to tug the material off of his body. His abs and arms flex as he tosses the shirt somewhere into the floor before his lips find purchase on yours again. Your hands run down his chest tracing the muscles of his abdomen. His hands slip up under the hem of his hoodie that pools at your hips. “May I?” He breathes out as he kisses along your jaw. You nod quickly, sitting up to help him remove it from you. What he is met with is the sight of your bare chest and his eyes grow wide. “Fuck baby. You’re so beautiful.” He almost growls as he attaches his mouth to your right nipple, sucking and nibbling gently. His large hand gropes the other lavishing them both with attention. You moan softly as your head lolls back against the pillows. His lips begin to leave heated kisses down your stomach, stopping at the band of your underwear. He looks up at you for permission and as soon as you nod he is tugging them down your legs. He leaves hot, open mouth kisses back up the inside of your thighs before he settles himself just in front of your aching heat. “Tae please.” You whine and immediately he is licking a stripe up your already soaking lips. Your back arches and your hands grip the sheets. “Fuck” you pant from above him and he smirks before he wraps his lips around you bundle of nerves. He sucks gently as his tongue swirls around your clit making you whine in pleasure. Your head is spinning and you nearly cry out when one of his long fingers slips slowly into you. The cold of his rings causes you to shiver in delight as he hums against your clit pumping his finger slowly. Your hands find purchase in his hair, tugging gently as your hips rock, chasing your high. His strong arm pins your hips down, leaving you at his mercy. “Baby please- more.” You beg and he happily obliges. He laps gently at your clit while adding a second finger. The burn from the stretch of his fingers is delicious and you bite down on you lip to keep from screaming. When he crooks his fingers inside you, finding that spongy spot, your back arches off the bed and he chuckles against you. “Found it.” He hums in delight as he begins to speed up the thrusts of his fingers. “I’m so close Tae.” You whine above him. You can feel the coil in your stomach tightening and when he bites down gently on your bundle of nerves, it snaps. You moan as your walls clench repeatedly around his fingers as your orgasm washes over you. He helps you ride it out until you begin to shake slightly from overstimulation. He removes his fingers from your core before putting them in his unholy mouth to suck them clean. The sight has you clenching around nothing. You reach out for him, chest heaving as you recover from your high. Tae kisses you deeply and you can taste yourself on his lips. Your head is still spinning but you focus yourself and begin to unbutton his pants. You can already see his length straining uncomfortably against the fabric and you bite your lip in anticipation. You make quick work of his pants and he pushes them down his toned thighs quickly before discarding them to the floor. You move so that you are sitting up before pushing him gently onto his back as you straddle his hips.

His hands find purchase on your waist as he looks up at you through hooded eyes. You lean down and connect your lips as you roll your hips against him. He hisses at the contact as he ruts his hips up into yours to get some relief. He’s incredibly hard against your core and you know he can feel how wet you still are. You begin to kiss down his neck, biting gently from time to time and he groans above you when you make your way down his chest. As you reach his lower abdomen your fingers curl around the band of his tight boxers before peeling them off of him. His member smacks against his lower stomach and you lick your lips in anticipation. He’s big. He’s just slightly above average in length but he’s so thick and your mouth nearly waters at the sight. You finish pulling off his last article of clothing and before he can say anything, your lips are wrapped around his swollen tip. “Fuck Y/N!” He grunts as you look up at him. The sight alone is almost enough to end him right there but he collects himself as you take more of him in your mouth humming in delight at the heady taste of his pre cum coating your tongue. He wraps your braid around his wrist gasping as you start to bob your head. When he tugs you off of his length you look up slightly confused, a pout adorning your face. “Later baby.” He coos. “Right now I need to be in you.” You nod as he leans up kissing you firmly as he moves you onto your back. The kiss is slow but deep as he positions his member at your dripping entrance. He looks up at you once more for permission. When you nods he pecks your lips again before slowly pushing into your heat. You gasp at the burn from him stretching out your walls, and his head falls to your shoulder as he pants, trying to give you time to adjust. Your arms are laced around his shoulders and your legs hug his hips. You kiss his head letting him know it’s okay to continue. He slowly pushes the rest of the way in until he’s fully seated in your throbbing heat. “So tight.” He groans into your neck, forcing himself to stay still until you’re ready. He kisses you gently until he feels you roll your hips, signaling that you’re ready for him to keep going. He pulls out almost all the way before he’s sliding back into you. You both groan at the sensation. He repeats this movement a few times before he begins thrusting into you with a bit more force. Your walls hug him tightly and your hands grip desperately onto his shoulders. “Tae- more.” You plead and he immediately begins to thrust quicker. His hips are rolling into you at a brutal pace. The only sounds to be heard are your labored breaths and skin slapping against skin. He grabs one of your legs hoisting it higher onto his back and the new angle is heavenly. In this position he brushes your most sensitive spot with every thrust. You moan in his ear as your nails rake down his back. This only spurs him on. His thrusts begin to come faster and he bites down gently on your shoulder to keep from being too loud. He feels your walls beginning to clench around him and he knows you’re close. “Tae I’m gonna-“ you cut yourself off moaning as he gives a particularly forceful thrust. “Give it to me baby.” He groans against your neck. That’s all it takes to break you and you spasm around his length as your reach your second high. “Fuck-Y/N” he moans as he spills into your throbbing heat. He stills and collapses onto your chest, both of you sweaty and panting. You absentmindedly run your fingers through his damp locks as you try to regain your breathing. After a moment he collects himself and rolls off of you. Grabbing his towel from his shower earlier that day to clean you both up. Once he’s finished he flops down beside you and pulls you to his chest before pulling the covers over you both. You smile lazily at him as he kisses your nose. “Am I still an idiot?” He asks as he rubs small circles into your hip. “Yes... but you’re my idiot.” You whisper kissing his lips. You feel him smile into the kiss. “Your idiot it is then” he hums happily as he hugs you close before dozing off to sleep.

The next morning when you woke, after several minutes of cuddling and kissing, you both got dressed. He gave you a pair of his sweat pants and you put back on his hoodie that he had given you the night before. He wore a pair of sweats as well and a plain white tee shirt. Once he was dressed he pulled you to him and kissed you gently. When he pulled away you were both smiling. “Hungry?” He asked looking down at you. You nod and follow him downstairs. You’re halfway through your meal when Jenny makes her way into the kitchen. “Oh there you are!” She grins at you before pausing. She eyes your clothing and her eyes go wide. “You!- You and Tae?!” She nearly shouts. You blush covering your face until you hear her laugh. You look up confused as she plops down beside you. “I always knew you had a big fat crush on each other.” You nearly choke when she says this. “What?” You and Taehyung both say at once. “Duh! There’s no way you could go that long being assholes to each other if something wasn’t up. Plus I have eyes you know.. I could see you staring at Y/N all the time when she wasn’t looking. I just wanted to see how long it would take you to own up to it.” She shrugs stealing a piece of your toast. “Just don’t be super gross with the PDA. That’s still my best friend you know.” She eyes Tae with a playful glare. He laughs loudly as you hide in his chest. “No promises.” He says smiling down at you. Maybe your best friend’s annoying brother wasn’t so bad after all.

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