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♔ PAIRING — hongjoong x reader

♔ GENRE — smut, vampire au, fem!reader, vampire!hongjoong, dom!hongjoong, sub!reader

♔ WARNINGS — mentions of blood, blood drinking/blood play, smut, unprotected sex, rough sex, biting, oral (f receiving), sexual acts in the shower, thigh riding, foul language/dirty talk

♔ WORD COUNT — 8.6k

♔ SUMMARY — mr. kim is as alluring as he is mysterious, and what lies beneath his gentlemanly demeanor is nothing short of a monster of the darkest kind. inviting him into your arms could mean your demise, but your desire for him is insatiable. they always did say the forbidden fruit always tastes the sweetest…

♔ FIC PLAYLIST — honey and blood by mira, haunted by beyoncé (michael diamond remix), forbidden fruit by hallway swimmers

(cover made by the ever wonderful and talented @aveateez )

The hallway was vast and dark, the blackness almost consuming like an endless void. The only light you were offered was the small glimmers coming from the lights that lined the wall. They were dim, and did little to help you see much in front of you, but you were grateful for the light nonetheless. You relied mostly on your newfound familiarity of this large mansion to guide you, your hand outstretched to trace the wall as you walked.

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UNHOLY Chapter Index

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story synopsis:��you’re a religious good girl when one day you find yourself sucked into a dark world of myth, legend, and creatures of horror. You never believed they were real, but now there are demons, vampires, werewolves, and so much more. In the magic and in the seduction, you begin to lose who you were and discover who you are. And most confusing of all? You want every bit of it.

genre: supernatural au, religious content & corruption, polyamory, plot! with (eventual) smut

characters: fem reader, yuta, ten, winwin, mark, others mentioned

**Updates will be posted every Sunday around 7pm CST!

Chapter One

Chapter Two 

Chapter Three 

Chapter Four 

Chapter Five 

Chapter Six

Chapter Seven

Chapter Eight 

Chapter Nine 

Chapter Ten

Chapter Eleven 

Chapter Twelve 

Chapter Thirteen 

Chapter Fourteen 

Chapter Fifteen 

Chapter Sixteen 

Chapter Seventeen **coming soon!

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ARCANE | CH.2 | NCT DREAM X READER

Summary: When you decided to apply for a researcher post in an elusive institute, you already had the feeling that you will be getting yourself knee-deep into something out of the ordinary. But desperate needs require desperate measures, and so you embraced the invite, despite all the alarm signals urging you to run away. What you found out was nothing you’d ever expected.

Seven boys.

Seven human deviants granted with abilities tied to the legendary Arcana Cards.

Welcome to Project Dream.

Pairing: Various Dream Members x Reader

Trigger Warnings/Themes: violence, torture, trauma, yandere themes, poly dynamics, psychological, mystery, sci-fi. The concept of the tarot or Arcana cards will be loosely used throughout the series. Note that I am not a trained doctor so there may be some slips here and there about medical things. Again, this is a work of fiction and I am not implying any likeness between the characterization here of the boys to their real life counterparts. I also reserve the rights to all my work—I do not post anywhere else other than tumblr.

> CH. 1

Chapter Song: Play With Fire

“The rules are simple. You’ll be given a set number of minutes to talk to each of them. The notes that you are going to take every session should be documented on this tablet. Everything that you write here will be automatically encoded and stored in our database.”

You silently took the black device handed by the tech staff assigned to you when you came to report to work this morning. One thing you noticed about Cypher in the two short days you’ve been there is how the place is pretty much run like a military camp. You’re assuming everyone who works here has signed non-disclosure contracts, but still, you can’t help but find it a little eerie how everyone seems so distant and frigid towards each other. It’s almost as if every person here is on a mission to do their job as quietly as possible, while avoiding as much conversation and human interaction with others.

You turned over the device in your hand before pressing a button on its side to wake up its screen. It prompted you to scan your thumbprint so you pressed your finger against it to unlock it. It did, giving way to a regular-looking home screen with Cypher’s logo.

“I actually prefer to write my notes on paper… So… it’s not allowed?”

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Oasis (Preview)

In a hostile environment or in a sequence of unpleasant situations, an oasis provides pleasure.

■Pairing: vampire!Doyoung x club dancer!fem reader x vampire!Johnny

■Genres: supernatural, horror, smut, romance if you want to call it like that (it's not).

■Warnings: mature themes; explicit sexual content, drugs and alcohol involved, guns, violence, death scenes and mentions of it, and some gore scenes. MINORS PLEASE DO NOT INTERACT!

■Preview wordcount: ~2.5k words.

■Estimated wordcount for the full fic: idk I have like 19k words written so far so this gonna be a long one.

Author's note: hey every1 :) I've been working on this fic for sooo long and it's sooo long don't know when I'll finish it it's all planned out I really just gotta finish the last scenes. But I figured that if you all like this preview a bit I could post it in two parts or something like that. I know this preview won't show much, but I don't wanna spoil !!!!! cuz there will be a lot going on and I rlly like this story, and doyoung to me is like the supreme vampire so finally having him to be one in one of my stories--I'm excited. I hope I can do it justice. Anyway, you all know how it goes: if you like this, comment, ask me more about it, ask to be in a taglist, reblog, etc., etc.. I appreciate you, tysm for the love on my other fics !!!

.scene 01: words that will satisfy me

Lightning split the sky as the rain lashed the roof of the old bus, the drops seeping through the leaks, wetting the worn leather of its seats and spreading on the floor. You were lucky that public transportation was running that night and under those conditions, even more so considering that you had to be on time for your show at the casino—you couldn't afford to lose another night of work to torrential rains, even if it meant walking for forty minutes under the water from your house to the luxurious building.

The dirty streets of Seoul were already empty by the time you got off the bus, except for the old man you couldn't escape from even a single night arriving at the casino. While he wasn't inside, spending what was probably his last life savings on alcohol, drugs, and women (like most of the men you saw every night), he was living on the outskirts; under the big billboard of neon lights and on the fine and cold marble of the entrance serving as his refuge, along with a bed made of cardboard and an old, dirty mattress. Yuta kicked him out every night, especially the moment you arrived and he remembered the old man's presence due to the nasty comments he would give you, as you started up the stairs and toward the big golden doors.

Tonight was no different. Yuta left his position at the entrance as fast as he saw you coming and felt the old man open his mouth—although he didn't have a chance to say anything. As if Yuta could guess his intentions, he was in charge of throwing him in the hands of two high-security guards to the street and under that torrential rain; the homeless man's few belongings getting completely drenched, and causing the man to wail as he wandered off in search of a different place to spend the night. Only a series of what you assumed were complaints and curses came out of Yuta's mouth, in his native tongue.

Yuta lit a cigarette and didn't bother to return to his position. A quick wave of his hands was enough to have another man replace him, while he smoked under the cover of the water, resting momentarily from another night enriching his pockets in the largest casino in the city.

He opened his mouth to speak. A cold ran through your whole body at the same time that lightning struck right on the building across the street, highlighting the silhouette of the Japanese above the violent discharge. He squeezed then opened his eyes, already too irritated by all the interruption, to continue:

"Go upstairs. Dry yourself up and put on some other clothes. Doyoung wants to see you."

"But my show starts at two o'clock."

"Just do as I say."

You hurried to walk on the red carpet, passing between round tables and banquettes padded with burgundy velvet. The smell of alcohol mingled with that of fine perfumes and that of the money, scattered on each table among glasses, cards, and chips, and also kept in the pockets and wallets of the rich.

The back pocket of your black imitation of leather pants buzzed, so you reached for an old phone, its broken screen showing a message from Soyeon where she attached a picture of a ladder; the red neon lights of a "V.I.P." sign shone above it. You wondered why she was at the entrance to the third floor—an exclusive place that humans like you and Soyeon rarely frequented. So you quickly typed a message questioning what that photo meant before going downstairs.

The club was located below the casino and just above the parking lot. The stairs were marked with neon green arrows indicating floor -1 if you went down—your designated place of work. It was a very different world from the casino. While above the gold metal-edged bars gleamed in the warm light of huge chandeliers, below the place could barely be defined; cigarette smoke obscured what little vision the red lights dangling from the ceiling provided, and the confines of the club were lost in darkness, making it easy to get lost in that dive for hours.

The floor was slippery from the amount of alcohol that had already been spilled throughout the night, and you had to be careful not to trip or injure yourself on a dropped glass bottle. It was hard to move through the bodies that wouldn't stop dancing and pushing and gasping for breath as the club got more and more crowded. But still, you made it backstage and to the dressing rooms where you and the dancers were getting ready for the shows every night.

"Girl, you need me to do something for you?"

"Please," you begged while looking at the guy who shared the stage with you through the mirror. "Can you get my dress and my boots?"

Without wasting a second, you started working on your makeup. Red and black eyeshadow that accentuated your gaze, and a lipstick that was about to run out after so many nights of shared use—bloody red is what said on the side of its cover.

The boy returned shortly after with your clothes in one hand and a glass of liquor in the other. He lit a cigarette inside the small space while you changed, his eyes following your every move. Only the music coming from the club filled your ears until you opened the door ready to go out and he questioned you.

"Where are you going in such a hurry? There's still five until the show starts."

"Yeah, I know but…" you hesitated on telling him. It wasn't a secret amongst the human workers that you and Doyoung kind of had a thing—they knew you fucked from time to time, but you had no clue why he wanted to see you at that moment.

Doyoung managed everything and everyone at the club and knew your schedule like the palm of his hand. Work had always been his top priority as well, so you knew for sure he wasn't going to make you show up late on stage. Still, you didn't want to raise suspicions about anything, didn't want people to talk too much.

The boy—that was named Ten and was the second nicest person you knew as soon as you started working at the club—raised his brows at you, growing impatient, making gestures with both his hands for you to keep talking.

"Doyoung wants to see me," you finally concluded. "I don't know what he wants, but it'll be quick."

Ten only hummed and reached inside of his platforms, taking out a small blade and putting it in front of your face. His breath, which smelled like mint and whiskey, brushed your face while he talked. "Be careful." And he hid the blade inside one of your boots.

You gave him a nod along with a sympathetic smile and closed the door behind you on your way to Doyoung's office.

A long corridor connected the backstage dressing room to a mezzanine at the other end of the club. Suspended in the air from one side to the other, its tinted glass walls stretched to the roof of the club. Doyoung kept his office lit to a minimum, and the red lights outside it blocked all vision through the glass and into his office. This allowed him to have absolute control of everything that happened in his club, and to give orders without even having to get up from his chair.

You knocked on his door and looked above, at the corner of the corridor, letting the camera focus on your face. The door buzzed, indicating you were good to come inside.

Doyoung was sitting in his green velvet upholstered chair, facing the glass walls. A suit almost as pale as his skin accentuated his defined figure, even in that position. He turned to you, a welcoming smile adorning his face, and extended his left hand, the one not occupied with a glass feeding his tendencies, inviting you to get closer.

He called your name before holding your hand and bringing it to his lips. A soft kiss on your knuckles, which left them stained with a slightly thick red liquid. "I'll be brief since I don't want to delay us in our tasks, but I had to tell you this in person."

He set his glass down on his desk and moved you even closer, positioning yourself between his legs. He looked over your body with his gaze and dared to open the fine, shiny cloth robe that covered it. He caressed the curves of your hip and passed the palms of his hands over the micro tulle that covered your abdomen until he stopped below your breasts.

"You will dance on the third-floor stage tonight, along with Soyeon," he finally said, his clear eyes piercing your dark gaze. "Whatever happens there, you must tell me. Don't forget who you work for."

You swallowed dry. So Soyeon was at the entrance to the third floor because the two of you would be working there that night. Dancing for the vampires. Anxiety quickly took over your body, and you felt your hands and feet start to sweat. You were lucky Doyoung couldn't notice that temperature change, or he would have given you away.

"Won't you be there with the rest of them?"

This was not going according to your plan.

He denied it with his head. His hands began to move again, caressing your back and reaching the edge of your see-through dress. He lifted it, you felt the cold on your skin, and he squeezed both buttcheeks, awakening the lust within you.

He took a breath of air that inflated his chest, causing the emeralds that hung rimmed in gold around his neck to rise and fall. He moved you at his will until you were sitting on top of him, your sex barely covered by a thong that resembled black leather in contact with his bulge, and you had to make an enormous effort not to forget the plan and take him right then and there. Getting rid of Doyoung would be much more difficult than you had imagined.

"Don't forget who you must be loyal to."

.scene 02: this is not a threat

It is important to create eye contact with the audience when you are performing. That was never a problem at the club, with its stage right in front of Doyoung's office. And while you couldn't see him from your place, you knew that he was always watching you from above, so your gaze was directed most of the time towards his tinted windows. He helped your concentration and allowed you to focus on the dance. On the third floor stage, however, you felt quite lost; too many things happened there.

In the club, just a large group of mortals huddled under the smoke and red lights, paying little attention to what was happening onstage. In the vampires' cave, distractions were everywhere. The white lights that illuminated the stage blinded you from time to time but still allowed you to make out the scenes. Vampires sipping drinks at the bars, smoking around a game of poker, passing through heavy velvet curtains, going in and out of small cabins with humans who had a job other than yours. Some came staggering out of there, like drunk on something and wiping their lips, while others just came out arranging their clothes to resume their activities around a table or on the small dance floor.

But despite everything that was distracting, you were forced to make eye contact. You felt a presence, someone's gaze heavy on your figure, hidden in a dark corner of that exclusive area. The lights spun illuminating him for a split second, but it was long enough for his amber eyes to finally find yours. From that moment on, you felt attracted to the man as if you were magnets. You went down the stairs of the stage and walked between the chairs and tables, making some of the vampires who hadn't paid attention to you yet turn to look at you. Not for a second could you lower your gaze from his or focus on anything other than dancing for that man.

He was sitting in the middle of the round table smoking a cigarette, looking a little too relaxed for your liking. His white shirt was slightly ripped, revealing a barbed wire tattoo that stretched from clavicle to clavicle on his chest; below, on his right pectoral, a spider tattoo. Resting the weight of his body on a semi-extended arm holding a cane, looking too vampire-like under your eyes. His tattoos seemed to end on his both hands: a floral engraving on the back that contrasted with the phrase on his fingers: be afraid.

You got on that rounded table on your hands and knees, not caring about whatever game was going on between the rest of the men and the women who sat with him. You wanted to seduce him, that you knew. And he didn't seem to mind, because when a tall, blonde guy got up to protest, this man silenced him with a simple gesture of his hand. You thought it had to be a common thing amongst these vampires—they held so much power they didn't even need to use many words. So you danced the rest of your choreography for him, felt and touched your body as if your hands were his until the music ended and the lights turned on again.

Reality came down to you as if you were descending from the sky at miles per hour, and you landed on the ground in your black platforms after getting off the table. You felt incredibly out of place, yet an incessant throbbing between your legs and this man's gaze on you was sending your mind into a spiral. You had no idea what just had happened.

His deep voice cut through the air in that cave—like lightning from the storm outside the casino. A chill ran down your back for the second time that night when you heard his voice.

"No one tells Doyoung about this."

But he didn't mean it for the rest of the people seated with him—he knew they would remain silent.

He meant it for you.

The question is: who are you going to listen to?

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-ˋ₊˚. :𝐇𝐀𝐄𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐍: ☀️‧₊° 

╰┈➤Trust me (M)

╰┈➤ Study date (M)

╰┈➤ Unravel me (M)

╰┈➤ Notice me (M)

-ˋ₊˚. :𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐊: 🐯‧₊° 

╰┈➤Valentine (F)

╰┈➤Just a fantasy (M)

╰┈➤ Hate me more (M)

╰┈➤ Something new (M)

╰┈➤ Listen to the sound of my voice (M)

-ˋ₊˚. :𝐉𝐔𝐍𝐆𝐖𝐎𝐎: 🐶‧₊° 

Nothing yet!

-ˋ₊˚. :𝐉𝐀𝐄𝐇𝐘𝐔𝐍: 🍑‧₊° 

╰┈➤ To New Friends (M)

╰┈➤ that's what friends are for (M)

╰┈➤ two worlds apart (M) 1 + 2

-ˋ₊˚. :𝐃𝐎𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐆: 🐰‧₊° 

╰┈➤ Blackout (M)

╰┈➤ Limo (M) (NMY + KDY)

╰┈➤ Overtime (M)

-ˋ₊˚. :𝐘𝐔𝐓𝐀: 🍒‧₊° 

╰┈➤Limo (M) (NMY + KDY)

-ˋ₊˚. :𝐓𝐀𝐄𝐘𝐎𝐍𝐆: 🌹‧₊° 

Nothing yet!

-ˋ₊˚. :𝐉𝐎𝐇𝐍𝐍𝐘: 🐱‧₊° 

Nothing yet!

-ˋ₊˚. :𝐓𝐀𝐄𝐈𝐋: 🌑‧₊° 

Nothing yet!

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⌗︙・best friend yuuji ⸜⸜・

i know for a fact that best friend itadori wants to know everything about your sex life.

"what's the biggest you have taken?" he asks you with a smirk as you're sitting in his dorm.

"about 6 inches." you answer and yuuji chokes. he's been told he's big but he never sayed attention to it. but 6 inches is way smaller than he is.

"anything bigger?" he nervously laughs, making you raise a eyebrow at him.

"nope, anything bigger would tear my guts." his heart sinks to his stomach, is he too big for you?

"are you trying to say something?" you have him, he thinks. now there's no denying.

"im a bit bigger."

"yuuji, slow down." you moan as his big cock slides through your insides. yuuji thought the best way to prove that he's big is that he's gonna fuck you with all he has.

"i told you it's gonna fit." he smiles at you, pistoling his cock inside. your pussy is filled to the brim, he's so thick he almost has trouble moving. but with how wet you are, you make it easier for him. you have never thought you would fuck your best friend, but now the circumstances are different, your best friend has a big cock.

"gonna cum, sweet girl?" you can't even listen to what he's saying, his cock is making you drunk. yuuji finds your clit and he rubs it at the speed of his thrusts. all you manage is to yell out before you cum around his cock. he fucks you through your orgasm, cumming inside of you.

"i hope you don't mind i came inside." he tells you as he's cleaning you up. you shake your head, "no, i feel proud to have cum inside of me produced by such a big cock."

he laughs at your answer, throwing the towel at your head. he climbs on the bed next to you, straddling you.

"yeah? then we can try if it will fit in your mouth."

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𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐨𝐞𝐬 𝐢𝐭 𝐬𝐨 𝐰𝐞𝐥𝐥…

— nct dream as different kink based scenarios.

content warnings: smut, unprotected sex + more. this is pure self indulgent filth. word count: 2,6K.

౨₊ৎ Mark

fingering, BEGGING (</3) and edging.

you let a whimper and a soft ‘please’ escape you, wanting to come so bad already, but unfortunately for you, your boyfriend, mark, has other plans.

leaning down, he places a soft peck on your stomach before placing several open mouthed, hungry kisses on your inner thighs, so close to where you want him.

“tsk, i thought i taught you better than that, princess,” mark quips, the condescending tone sending waves of heat up your spine.

he gathers the cum leaking from your cunt and pushes it back inside, causing a loud moan to escape your parted lips.

mark watches as your hips buck and squirm from every breath on his lips on your glistening cunt. getting lost in your eyes, he finally seals his lips over your clit again and begins sucking, softly.

“y/n, you have to use your words…”

you feel your lower lip trembling, and your eyes already having tears welling in them. “please, baby—” you beg shamelessly, breathless moans escaping you and filling mark’s ears, making his cock twitch.

he flicks his tongue from side to side so your only reply will be another moan, another plead.

“p-please.”

“please what?” he smiles devilishly, draping your legs over his shoulders as he inserts a second finger in your dripping hole. he circles his tongue around your throbbing, swollen clit, working his two fingers into your tight hole. “words, sweetheart. tell me what you want.”

your pleading and screams get louder as mark’s fingers move faster, his thumb working your clit in circles. He pushes another finger in, finding your sweet spot as your thighs begin to shake. “please…make me come— please, markie.”

you let your head flop back on the bed; just panting and moaning as he presses three fingers inside you.

“mhm, you look so pretty like this,” he smiles, gazing up at you, “sucking all three of my fingers in. fuck, i bet you want my cock. bet you want me to fuck your throat raw until you can’t speak for a day, hm?”

“yes! fuck, mark, please—‘m gonna cum,” you moan.

each thrust of his fingers causes you to lose track of time and space and you can’t help but feel the tears pooling in your eyes.

mark waits until you’re on the cusp of your orgasm to stop his ministrations, and take his fingers out in one swift movement.

“no no no no, why— fuck, why did you stop?” you cry, your body arching off the bed as much as you can to try and get any touch from him.

you whimper when he gently pushes you back down.

tears stream down your cheeks, a pathetic pout etched on your face, and mark can’t help but smile as he kisses the expression off.

“please,” you’re saying, over and over again in a small, desperate tone.

“please, baby— please, please, please,” you beg a few more times, but in that defeated, small voice that means you know for a fact you won’t get what you want.

knowing if you beg enough, then maybe, just maybe, he’ll give you what you want.

but you better pray for it.

౨₊ৎ Renjun

spitting, praise kink, body worship and pet names !!!!

“shit, princess,” renjun starts, sucking harshly on your clit with his skilled tongue, “look at the mess you made.”

you groan, wanting to retort, but you’re lost for words. renjun doesn’t say anything, he merely gazes up at you, a mixture of your arousal and his spit glistening on his chin and dripping down his defined jaw.

“you’re fucking dripping,” he smirks mischievously at you, “i can’t wait to watch you fall apart, pretty.”

you babble incoherently, turning into a crying mess as he sucks on your clit like a lollipop, until you begin to shake, quivering uncontrollably as you mewl his name like a mantra.

“shh, shh. you’re doing so good, baby girl, you look so pretty. just keep going like this, okay angel?” he whispers breathily. “can you do that for me?”

crying out at the praise, you can’t help but nod hesitantly, causing him to smile as he begins tonguing your aching hole while his two fingers work on your clit, rubbing vigorously.

finally you hear him continue to praise you, whispering sweet nothings against your clit as he finger fucks you; and your senses can’t help but get overwhelmed.

there’s too much going on, and all you can - and will focus on, is renjun, renjun, renjun.

“fuck, junnie—” you whine pathetically, clenching around his long fingers and making him groan against your cunt.

just before you can come, renjun kisses up your body, making you whimper as you quiver around his hot breath against your lips.

“say ahh, baby girl,” he smiles, gripping your cheeks and slapping them, demanding you to: “open your mouth.”

you let a gasp escape you as you part your lips, letting him spit in your mouth before firmly grabbing your jaw and following up with a question of, “who do you belong to, huh?”

“you!”

“mhm ‘s that right?” he smirks, mocking you as he smears the spit all over your lips and face. “yeah? that’s a good fucking slut.”

his fingers thrust faster inside your hole and his thumb continues to rub your clit, determined to make you come and make you see stars.

you cry out in pleasure, and when you orgasm for the fourth time, renjun comes, untouched, his cock pulsing against your thigh as he writhes in pleasure; the feeling of you cumming enough to make him come undone, his cum staining his boxers.

౨₊ৎ Jeno

face fucking, degradation & corruption/innocence kink. 😵‍💫

“more jen,” you beg pathetically as you look up at jeno with the prettiest doe eyes.

you open your mouth, sticking your tongue out flat and inviting more of him in as he slowly slides his cock inside your small, soft mouth.

but it isn’t enough for you. “please, ngh i want— i need more.”

it’s like a switch is flipped, your usually sweet and careful boyfriend who always treats you like you’re made of glass, finally snapping and becoming rough with you; animalistic moans escaping him as he begins fucking your face.

“greedy fucking slut,” he snarls, tangling his fingers in your hair as he thrusts his cock down your throat. “you want more, huh? i’ll fucking give it to you.”

he moves his hand from your jaw to the back of your head, holding you steady as you keep bobbing your head and swallowing around his length.

“take it, slut,” he growls, thrusting harder and almost forgetting it’s your mouth he’s fucking, and not a toy. “shit… baby, that feels so good.”

you gag around him, drooling all over yourself as mascara cascades down your cheeks and your perfectly applied red lipstick a mess, all smudged from having your plush lips wrapped around your boyfriend’s dick.

you feel your throat beginning to burn and you can barely see his face due to the tears welling in your eyes, but you still want more. you want to please him, and take him - all of him; wanting him to move faster, deeper, until you’re a trembling mess and can’t breathe.

jeno hisses before yanking your hair harshly and thrusting back into your mouth, “you’re such a dirty little whore… fuck— you love choking around my cock, don’t you, slut?”

humming in agreement around him, he lets a loud whimper escape him as he bites his bottom lip.

he can’t help but wipe away your tears as he fucks your tight throat and pretty face into a drooling, needy mess. your boyfriend moans loudly, tangling his fingers into your hair before increasing his pace.

“oh yeah?” he growls, pushing your head down to make sure you choke around him and taste every inch of him. “let’s see how much you can take before you start crying like a little girl and beg for air.”

౨₊ৎ Haechan

dacryphilia, squirting (!!!!!) and pet names 😫😫

“please fuck— yes, hyuck, nggh don’t stop,” you mewl, barely able to make out coherent sentences as you babble nonsense with the need to cum.

you know at this point, your brain is purely focused on haechan’s mouth on you; the way he grinds against the mattress to relieve himself as he pleasures you with his mouth and fingers, the sweet sounds escaping the both of you…

you know you aren’t going to last long.

haechan gazes up at you through hooded eyes, you can feel him smirk against your cunt as he devours you, listening to your pleas.

he’s more than practiced at making you fall apart and making you cry and scream his name, which is why he has a new mission to be fulfilled: to make you squirt.

and, since he knows your body better than you do, he knows the only way to make that happen, is to edge you first.

so that is what he decides to do.

his wet lips closes around your throbbing clit, sucking harshly as his eyes focuses on the expressions you are making, taking in each of them in and memorising what makes you feel good.

and without a warning, he inserts two of his fingers inside of you, curling them and hitting the spot you love oh so much.

you can’t help but scream his name and arch your back for more.

“that’s the spot, huh pretty?” he smirks, moaning as he feels your walls clench around his digits. “shit, you like it when i touch this spot, don’t you?”

you bite your lips, tears streaming down your cheeks as you desperately hump haechan’s fingers, his wet tongue, and his pretty face; searching for release.

with every breath you take, soft whimpers and ‘oh my god’s’ leave your lips.

“you gonna come for me, princess?”

you nod vigorously, lust practically plastered in your eyes as his fingers and tongue begins to match the pace of your rocking hips.

“h—hyuck…” you whimper as you twitch, moaning as he leaves bite marks alongside the many other bruises that litter your body from his mouth. “god, i’m gonna—fuck!”

you sob when you feel his breath against your core, “let it go, baby,” he growls as he sucks and licks your clit with a moderate amount of pressure. “cum for me.”

he smirks when he sees tears sliding down your cheeks, “you’re so so so beautiful when you cry for me, angel…”

“so fucking pretty,” he moans, the thrusts of his fingers getting rougher and rougher every time you let out a sound.

“fuck— baby girl, i wanna see you shower the fucking sheets… wanna watch you cry, hear you scream. let it all out, baby, soak my fucking hand.”

“no, wait—” you start, but it’s too late.

you feel the sudden sound of fluids gushing down the side of your knees, soaking your inner thighs as tears of humiliation burn down your cheeks.

you feel embarrassed, mortified in fact but, hyuck merely makes a seal with his lips and sucks your clit so hard that it’s enough to clutter your vision as you gush around his fingers and mouth.

“shit— that’s it, squirt for me. fuck, just like that, that’s my girl.”

౨₊ৎ Jaemin

overstimulation, face sitting & auralism <3333

“fuck— i need to taste you now,” he groans, his lips immediately finding your tits, pulling down the cups of your bra to get better access to your nipples. he latches on to your nipple, sucking firmly while kneading the other in circular motions. “c’mere baby, sit on my face.”

he wastes no time in finding your swollen clit with his tongue, wrapping his arms around your thighs and burying his face deeper into your wet pussy.

as he sucks on your clit, he looks up at you; his eyes focusing on you and your facial expressions.

he loves the small gasps and moans you let out, but he wants you to scream for him.

“are you holding back?” he asks, his tongue swirling around your clit faster, his moans causing vibrations that had you whimpering his name.

“don’t. i wanna hear your pretty little moans.” he adds, urging you to scream for him.

you feel yourself getting closer to your release as he speeds up his ministrations, and when you finally come with a scream of his name and a yank of his hair, he laps up your spill of juices dutifully, cleaning up every last drop as you come down from your high.

“oh? you thought i was done?” he poses, “no no, baby, you can take one more for me, right?”

౨₊ৎ Chenle

exhibitionism & dumbification 🥵

“chenle,” you plead, your voice thick with tears as you try your best to stop yourself from rolling your hips against his, “there’s people nearby— oh my god, we’ll get caught.”

“fuck them,” he groans into your ear before looking up at you, his deep voice and gaze sending shivers down your spine. “let them walk in, I don’t give a shit.”

you feel your thighs begin to quiver and shake as he continues having his way with you, fucking and using you like a rag doll, and just when you feel your legs almost give out from under you, chenle grabs your hips and wraps them around his waist as he keeps fucking you.

for a quick second, you’re grateful, but that’s until you realise this new angle has his dick drilling even further into your cunt.

“oh my god,” you cry out, “we can’t— chenle… you’re crazy.”

he just smiles at you, looking into your eyes; knowing they’re saying a differing story. thrusting his hips in deeper, he hisses as your hot walls squeeze around him, groaning loudly before he begins rubbing your clit in fast circles.

“tell me to stop,” he purrs seductively, kissing at your jaw before trailing kisses along your neck, “fuck— say you don’t want this as much as i do, and i’ll stop.”

the way your eyes roll into the back of your head has the blood rushing right to chenle’s cock. you both know for a fact you won’t tell him to stop, and when he begins thrusting faster, setting a relentless and merciless pace, you can’t help but give in and moan his name like a prayer as you fall apart.

“that’s my fucking girl,” he smirks proudly, picking up his pace, letting his movements do the talking for him. “shit, that’s it, baby… scream my name, let them hear you.”

౨₊ৎ Jisung

breeding and dacryphilia <3

“you wanna cum?” he questions, placing your legs over his shoulders as his pace quickens, a choked moan falling from your lips at the feeling.

you nod vigorously, your voice already slipping into a little whimper as you squeeze your eyes.

“fuck, baby… ‘m gonna fill you up good,” he purrs, thrusting forward, loosening his grip on your waist until his cock is fully sheathed inside your gspot.

“that’s the spot, right baby?” he growls animalistically, teasing you with a few shallow, yet powerful and merciless thrusts, as you wrap your legs around his waist, trying to feel more of him inside you.

“oh my god, jisung— fuck, right there,” you moan, feeling his groans echoing throughout your body, as he leans forward, placing his hands on either side of your head and leaning down to kiss you deeply, hungrily; biting your bottom lip and making you gasp. “please, i want you to come inside of me.”

“yeah, babe?”

jisung smiles devilishly, quickening to a brutal pace as he trails a hand down to massage your throbbing clit.

“want me to fill you up with my cum over and over again? get you pregnant?” he whispers, loving the way your entire body shakes and reacts to the thought of him knocking you up.

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[hoshitaro]

Can you write cold/hot bodyguard baekhyun and his s/o? Reader is really fall in love with him but she is shy. 🥺🥺

a/n: i think i may have misinterpreted this, but i hope you like it! thank you for the support, your request, and your patience. ❤️

the bodyguard • bbh [req]

pairing: bodyguard!baekhyun x celeb!reader

genre: fluff, angst

synopsis: reader has a small crush on her bodyguard, and they share a moment together.

warning: unrequited feelings, mentions of anxiety and poor mental health

you made it a point to know everybody on your team: hairstylists, makeup artists, photographers, stylists, your driver, etc. you also have made it a point to try and keep your staff for as long as possible, unless they express that they’d like to go elsewhere, or they break the rules you have set in place. so far, you’ve only had to have two new people for every position in the last seven years, except for one: your bodyguard.

your bodyguard, baekhyun, has been the most consistent person in your hectic life, and he does his job well. he’s the only one who hasn’t given you any problems—you’re the problem starter in this relationship—and generally stays out of the way and out of your business when he doesn’t need to be in it.

he’s great, to say the least. he only has one major flaw, and it’s that he has to go everywhere with you, all because you made a little mistake two years ago.

you went out to get some snacks, driving yourself rather than calling up your personal driver because it was 2am. you didn’t want to be a nuisance, just wanted to go to the corner store for a few things. all was going smoothly, until you accidentally bumped into somebody on your way out, and they saw who you were and followed you back to your house. luckily, you were just renting the place for a few weeks so it wasn’t actually your residence, but it was enough to set off alarms throughout your team, thus upping the security around you and making baekhyun go with you everywhere, no matter the time or place. he’s always there.

the both of you sit in the back of the SUV that’s taking you back to your hotel from a fashion event. baekhyun stares out the back window, stoic, and you can’t help but look at him for a brief moment. he’s a man of few words, never really talking unless he’s spoken to. everybody on your team really respects him and his dedication to keeping you safe. if anything happened to you, nobody would even look at you, they’d question him immediately and he’d be fired in seconds.

sighing, you pull your feet out of the heels you’re wearing and wiggle your toes. baekhyun glances over at you, but goes back to gazing out of the window once he sees that you’re fine. you know as much about him as he’s let you; he’s 31, lives alone, and likes dogs. he's kept it pretty surface level with you, and it makes sense because his job is to protect you, not to be your friend.

but sometimes, you wish he'd let you in more, would talk to you more. like now; but he's too busy brooding in his seat to talk. you let out a little breath and look out your own window. you spot a fast food restaurant and smile. "excuse me? could you pull over there?" you ask your driver, leaning over the middle console. he nods and you sit back in your chair.

"where do you want to go?" baekhyun asks, looking over at you. he always has a hard stare in his eyes, ever since he was hired seven years ago. they're always daring somebody to mess with him, to mess with you. his eyes bore into yours and you give him a small smile and tell him. baekhyun grunts as if to say 'ok', and turns back to the window.

like mentioned, he's not a man of many words.

over the course of these seven years, you've grown fond of him, grateful for him for caring about you more than you feel like he should. he cares about you—for you—in a way you don't think anybody else has. he'd put his life on the line for yours. and maybe it could be called a crush. maybe.

the driver pulls the car into the fast food lot, and you ask him to pull over and let you out. “what are you doing?” baekhyun asks, looking at you, his eyes narrowed.

“inside?” you say, pointing with your thumb to the restaurant. he shakes his head and you sigh. “it’ll be quick. i swear.” you say.

baekhyun shakes his head and leans forward. “no, y/n. sir, take us through the drive through, please,” he says, and cuts his eyes at you, daring you to tell him otherwise. but you know you ultimately call the shots, and so pop your seatbelt off, daring him to not follow after you, because you know he has to and will.

the driver doesn’t move, just unlocks the door and lets you get out, baekhyun in tow. you gather your dramatically poofy ballgown in your hands so it doesn’t drag on the pavement. you nearly jump when baekhyun gently, but firmly, grabs onto you elbow and leads you inside, blockading you with his body from everybody in the restaurant.

the attention isn’t immediate because of him protecting you, but once you’ve been spotted, it becomes a mini swarm. baekhyun barks orders at people to back away from you and to give you space, and while he does that, you manage to order food for the both of you. you’re not really sure what he likes, so you get the same thing for the both of you, sans drinks.

after you order, the swarm seems to grow, but bakehyun still forces people away. you didn’t think it would be that big of a deal, but like always, you underestimate just how famous you are. sometimes you just truly want to be a normal 26 year old, doing normal 26 year old things, but the lifestyle you live doesn’t warrant that.

when your order is called, the person behind the counter thanks you for coming in and asks for a photo, which you graciously say yes to and pose. one selfie leads to several people shouting your name for one, one person even running around bakehyun and the crowd to get to you.

they grab your arm and shove a camera in your face, a big smile on their lips. you smile and try to pull your arm away, but they only hold on tighter. panic signals go off and you grimace, your eyes looking around for baekhyun who wards off people, his back to you.

all you wanted was food, and to maybe say hello to some fans, but now a surge of anxiety is coursing through your body and your chest feels tight and the lights are too bright and everyone’s voices are too loud. you want to scream, but you know you can’t, and their grip on your arm is too tight and there are too many phones out. you feel like a zoo animal, and all you wanted was fast food.

you hardly register baekhyun appearing before you, his hand on the shoulder of the person who was previously holding onto you, their grip taken away by baekhyun who shoves them away from you. baekhyun grabs onto your waist and pull you out and away from the restaurant, and all but throws you into the car. you don’t even have your food that you ordered, but you don’t even care. you can hear your heartbeat in your ears, and your skin feels like it’s too much for your body.

baekhyun stews in the corner, practically turned all the way around so his back is facing you. he stares out the window, a fist clenched on his leg. he’s pissed; at you and your stubbornness, the swarm, the situation. you weren’t prepared to go in there with just him, you needed st least one more form of security with you.

you make it back to the hotel quicker than you expected, and get out. you thank your driver and then baekhyun leads you into the hotel, a hand on your back.

he leads you to the elevator, where he finally lets go of you and puts a few feet of distance between you guys. you sniffle as you wait for the elevator to arrive, wiping under your eyes. it still feels like there is a weight on your chest.

you step into the elevator when the doors slide open, and lean against the wall. baekhyun presses the floor you’re both staying on, and stands in front of the door with his hands clasped in front of him.

when the doors open on your floor, baekhyun steps out and waits for you to do the same. his hand is back to its place on you, guiding you through the hall to your room. you pull your key out of your clutch and let yourself in. “could you unzip my dress for me, please?” you ask, stepping out of your heels and tossing your clutch on the bed.

baekhyun curtly nods and steps into your room, letting the door close behind him. you turn around and wait for him to grab ahold of the zipper. you hardly feel him behind you, only when the material of the dress doesn’t feel so tight and your back gets cold. you hold the front of your dress so it doesn’t fall, and you thank him before going into the bathroom to change.

you step out of your dress and pull on a bathrobe securing it tightly. you grab a makeup wipe and wash off your face, discarding it in the trash when you’re done.

you leave your dress in a heap on the floor and exit the bathroom, not expecting baekhyun to still be in your room. big he is, awkwardly lingering by the door with his hands in his pockets.

he looks over at you when the bathroom door closes. “are you… are you alright?” he asks, clearing he throat. you shake your head and he rolls his shoulders back. “are you going to be alright? do i need to call jangmi?” he asks. jangmi is your manager, and she definitely cannot know about you minor anxiety attack earlier.

you shake your head again, staring over at baekhyun. he looks down at his shoes and looks back up, like there’s something he wants to say. “i’m gonna head out,” he says at last. he pulls open the door and you stay standing in the middle of the room.

“thanks for… earlier,” you say and he stops to run to face you.

“it’s my job,” he says simply, and you nod. that’s all you are to him; a job, a task. a problem. but to you, he’s a protector, someone you care deeply for because he has to care about you. for you, it happened naturally. for him, you wrote his checks. “goodnight, y/n.” baekhyun says.

“wait,” you cross the threshold to him, holding the door open. he stops and looks down at you, his signature look on his face: stoic, unreadable. “can you stay with me? just for a little bit?” you ask, hating the vulnerability in your voice.

bakehyun surveys you, taking in your mental state and the tone of your voice. this definitely goes beyond the description of his job, providing comfort, rather than safety. but he can’t help the soft spot that he has for you, the one he’s had for you for a long time now.

he nods, once, twice, and then takes a step towards you, making you move out of the way so he can enter.

you let out a breath of relief, and follow him to the small hotel table. he takes one of the chairs, moving it a few feet away while you take the other, bringing your feet up onto the chair.

baekhyun watches you from the other side of the table—not in a creepy way, or like he’s assessing you, but like he’s waiting for you to make the first move, or say something. but you dont. you want company, not necessarily conversation. so you only look back at him.

you revel in how you still feel completely safe with him, when maybe you should be on edge about being in such an intimate space alone together. even his piercing gaze is comforting.

baekhyun stays with you throughout the rest of the night, the two of you moving in mostly silence, even when you order room service. and it’s only when you lay down, and he can confirm that you’re asleep, does he slip out of your room. but not before he leaves a note that says: sleep well. hope you feel better —B.

[hoshitaro]

Enchanted

Characters: Baekhyun x Reader

Genre: TimeTravel!au (this is the last one i swear), romance, angst, Heavily inspired by Enchanted by Taylor Swift

Word Count: 21.1k (im sorry)

Disclaimer: As mentioned, this fic is heavily inspired by the song Enchanted. This is purely fictional and not based on what happened in real life.

Summary: Tired of constant fights of your parents, you found herself in the attic where an old wardrobe stood at the corner years before your family moved in the house.

What could an antique furniture do to change your life?

Meet someone from the past?

Because you totally did.

AN: I started to write this last 30 Sep, but got busy and just finished it tonight. Anyway, I would like to wish you all a Happy New Year! Thank you for being part of my 2022. You made me realize that I still love to write. 🤍 Enjoy the celebration with your loved ones! 🥂🎉

This is not how family is supposed to feel like. 

Constant arguing. Constant yelling. Constantly throwing whatever they could find at each other. 

Constant discussion about divorce. 

Being the eldest daughter in an Asian household was a lot to take—an overwhelming roller-coaster of emotion throughout my entire life.  

I must be the sacrificial lamb amongst my siblings. 

My grades must be soaring high. Anything beneath an A was totally unacceptable and I must prepare for an earful about, “not being good enough.” 

Dreams? I dismissed the meaning of that word a long time ago. My only career choices are Engineer, Accountant, Lawyer, or a doctor. 

Art is stupid. That was what my dad said when I was in fifth grade and wanted a camera for my birthday. I was fascinated with taking pictures when I was young. Instead, I got a sad birthday cake from the grocery store and an outdated Jansport backpack as a gift. 

You might be thinking, oh, life must be financially tough for their family. I thought so, too. And that was true. But my parents would do things differently to my siblings. 

I tried to be the daughter they wanted me to be and didn’t ask or think ill towards my parents. However, when I started middle school, I learned that my parents just have favoritism. 

And clearly, I was not their favorite. 

The middle child who was just a year younger than me got a chance to join a Taekwondo lesson as a child, not because our parents wanted him to, but because he wanted to. After a year, he switched to football. After that, he was into boxing. 

Just a coincidence? 

No, he was our mom’s favorite. 

The youngest was three years younger than me and she was enrolled in an Art school. She also wanted to be a ballerina. My parents were supportive of her. They paid for classes and for her goddamn shoes that needed to be changed every other week. 

I thought Art is stupid, dad? 

Oh, right... she was his favorite. 

It’d be a few more months before I graduated high school and I couldn’t be more thankful that I received a full scholarship in a university which fortunately my parents have always dreamed of. 

For years, I’ve already decided that I will live away from home and opt to stay at the dorms, yet again, I don’t have the right to decide for myself, aren’t I? 

My mom and my dad unanimously agreed for me to stay in their house until I get my degree. They were too afraid that I would lose track of my supposed-to-be dream of becoming an Engineer. That was their choice, not mine. 

I wanted to take pictures, but they wanted me to build structures. 

Tonight, was no different from the other nights.  

My dad just got home from his nine to five desk job and a drinking session with his colleagues, while my mom claimed that she was so stressed from her part-time admin job and still had to cook and clean after us. 

I was the one who did the grocery shopping, I do not own a car and had to ride the bus with plastic bags in my hands. I was the one who washed the dishes and threw the trash out because apparently the youngest in this household just got her nails done and the chores would ruin them. 

Dad said that the middle child should be excluded in the chores because he is a man. I honestly don’t get the logic behind his words. We are in the 21st century, not in the 1900s. 

Despite all the efforts I’ve made, I was still not being credited. Yet again. 

Dad was an old-fashion guy. He wanted to be served by his wife and his daughter—well, only me because his precious youngest daughter can’t do shit. 

I was already in my bedroom and ready to tuck myself in bed as it was a school night when dad arrived, banging on the front door behind him as he came in. It started with yelling, cursing, and throwing stuff. As usual. 

Then the divorce. 

It’d be like this every single time. That I could identify the scenario as a routine in this house. 

The only thing I could not and could never accept, was the fact that after this night, my mom would post on her social media how perfect our family was—or more like how she would portray it to be. My family is my everything, she would caption our family photo on Facebook. 

Bullshit. Everything is bullshit. 

I was seated on my bed; my eyes were closed as I listened to their argument. “I don’t love you anymore, I haven’t for the past ten years,” my dad screamed, earning a violent sob from my mom.  

Then I heard a glass shattering on the ground—mom probably threw another of her vase collection to our dad. “Then leave! I don’t need you here! I don’t need anyone in this family. All of you can leave for all I care!” 

The only thing I could do was to bury my face in my hands to muffle my sobs. Every time I’d think that I was already numb to this situation, I’d be proven wrong. It was still painful. To be in this family.  

After a while, the house turned silent. No shouting, no cursing, no objects being thrown. It was just an earie silence. Then suddenly, the door across my room was opened and closed. Then the bedroom beside mine. 

Oh, right.  

Mom had to comfort my brother, telling him that it was just an argument, and everything would be fine.  

Obviously, dad went to my sister’s room to do the same. 

I almost forgot to mention that this is also part of their routine. That they do comfort their children. 

Some people might think that they would probably come into my room after they calm down their favorite child.  

No. They never did. 

I had to wipe my own tears because no one would do it for me. 

With a heavy heart, I pushed the comforter away from my body and placed my feet on the floor. Wiping the leftover tears, I went out of my room and the only place I could think of was my safe place. The attic. 

Unlike other houses, our attic is well kept, courtesy of the loner in this house—me. You barely could see dust, spiderweb, and all that stuff. This was my only escape from this house since my siblings thought they were too cool to hang out with me while my parents plainly didn’t care. 

The hand pulling light bulb dangled from the ceiling as I turned on the source of brightness in these four walls. 

A sigh escaped my lips while I looked around the room, inspecting if someone came in without my knowledge. When I confirmed that everything was in their place as I left them, I pulled out my iPhone from my pajama’s pocket and was glad that I charged the device before I came up here.  

February 20, 2020, 01:50 AM the date and time reads. 

I sat on the wooden floor with my legs crossed on top of one another as I scrolled through my gallery for the random photos I took for the past few days.  

A smile automatically spread on my lips on each file. Some of them were pictures of my friends at school while most of them were pictures of trees, trails, random people on the street and such. 

I was focusing on one picture I took last week. The police station that was built over a hundred years ago. It was near my house and since I was a kid, the elderly would tell stories to us that it was requested to be demolished and be relocated to a much more commercial place several times but was protected by an influential family. 

I was too occupied by my thoughts that I didn’t hear the scratching noise at the corner of the room at first. It took at least ten seconds for me to grasp that there was something inside the old wardrobe placed at the very far end of the attic. 

I wasn’t a scaredy cat, at least I believed I was not. But when the scratching continued, I jumped on my feet, turning on the flashlight on my phone to shine some light at the dark corner of the room. I’m praying that it was just a mouse, or a cat—anything but the G word. 

“Hello?” I stupidly called in a small voice, thinking that whatever it was would respond to my greeting. It took at least five seconds before the scratching against the wooden door of the wardrobe became a bit louder. 

I should have been running back to my room, screaming my lungs out for help, but instead, I took a step towards the noise, opening the door of the wardrobe in a slow movement. I exhaled before rolling my eyes when I saw the tricolor cat I adopted from the streets a few days ago. I literally had to beg on my knees to my parents to let me keep the feline. 

I clicked my tongue, carrying the purring cat in my hands. “How did you get in here, you silly?” 

Closing the door of the wardrobe, the old hanging light bulb suddenly went out and I could feel how my heart was pounding loudly in my chest. I hugged the kitten close to me as I fumbled on my phone to turn on the flashlight again, but before I could click the icon, the scratching noise came back. 

And this time, it was louder than ever. It couldn’t be the cat I was holding. I could feel his fur while he was in my hands, his paw and nails—everything. It was not him who was making the eerie noise. 

The hair on the back of my neck was reacting to the fear I was feeling and the lump in my throat was threatening to escape as a wail. 

The noise was coming from behind, not from inside of the wardrobe. 

I may excel in my studies, maybe the top student in our class, but when it came to survival skills, I was a loser. I was a slow-witted pathetic human being. The first thing that came to my mind was to hide in the wardrobe and close the door. 

Which I did. 

With my eyes closed, I hugged the kitten on my chest tighter, praying for my life rather than calling for help. I couldn’t count how many times I chanted every prayer I learned from being forced to go to church every Sunday with my family. 

I waited until the noise stopped before I could open my eyes. I was too frightened to move and could only peek through my lashes. Inside the wardrobe was too dark, and I was unable to see anything. I moved my foot so it could push the door a little bit and I couldn’t help but sigh in relief when there was a light peeking through the door. 

I didn’t notice when my bare feet touch wet grass instead of the wooden floor of my parent’s attic. I didn’t notice the summer breeze instead of cold winter air. I didn’t notice the bright sun and clear sky when in fact I clearly remember that it was past midnight when I went to the attic. 

Not until I instinctively hugged the cat who was supposed to be in my arms when I came into the wardrobe just to find out that he was nowhere to be seen. I turned around to look inside the furniture, but my fury companion was not in there as well. 

My eyes were wide as I slowly took in the unfamiliar surroundings. Empty lots, vintage cars that I could only imagine seeing inside a museum are now in the bumpy road. People are also wearing crisp suits, dresses, and fancy hats. 

Passerby would give me a weird look, analyzing my current state: in shock and in my Winnie the Pooh’s pajamas. 

I was too terrified to move a muscle and I couldn’t find my voice to speak out. I stood on my spot for what felt like an eternity. Trying to convince myself that this was just a dream. 

It should be. 

When I finally found the courage to move, a hand grabbed onto my arm, preventing me from moving from my spot. Slowly, I looked over my shoulder and saw two uniformed personnel eyeing me from head to toe. 

“We received a report that an odd lady is wandering about.” The man with a badly shaved beard spoke, removing his hand from my arm and showing his baton probably to intimidate me. 

“I—I’m,” I cleared my throat when my voice broke, “I’m not wandering about. I—I’m actually lost.”  

The two, which I assume, police officers looked at each other before one of them nodded his head to ask me to follow them. I had no idea what was happening, or where I was, hence I just followed what they asked me to. 

We arrived in a small complex where other uniformed personnel were present. All of them looked at me warily when I went in the door. I could only hang my head in mixture of fear and embarrassment as I followed the man to a small room at the back. 

There was a small table and two chairs across from each other and he sat on one of them. I stood by the door waiting for an invitation to be seated. 

“You may take a seat,” the policeman extended his arm towards the chair in front of him. 

I obeyed and gently took a seat. I was fidgeting with the ring I was wearing on my index finger. I bought it from the street of Hongdae a few weeks ago and totally forgot to remove it before going to bed. 

“Before we start,” the policeman sighed, lacing his fingers together before putting them on the table, “may I ask what you are wearing?” 

I instantly inspected my clothes; it was just an ordinary pajama I bought online. It’s 100% cotton but that’s not the point. 

“I—uhm... it's a pajama I ordered online, and they were on sale—” 

“I beg your pardon?”  

I felt my bottom lip trembles, too intimidated from the policeman interrogating me and had no idea what I was supposed to tell him. Helpless was an understatement to explain my situation.  

“It’s—uh... pajama?” 

He visibly fumed, pursing his lips as he eyed me with concern and at the same time exasperation. “You are unmistakably unwell, and I require to have knowledge of your origin for the reason we can have a conversation with your guardian by allowing you on loose.” 

I quickly shook my head, denying his claim that I was somewhat insane by just saying the word pajama. “I’m not unwell, sir. I—I’m just… confused. I-I don’t know where I am.” 

The officer squinted his eyes, his lips forming a thin line. “You don’t know where you are?” 

I slowly nodded my head, unsure if I was saying the right thing at the right time. “Yes, sir.” 

He let out a breath, shaking his head not so subtly. “You are currently in Jung district. We spoke the same language then I deduce that you are from this country. Unless you are espionage?” 

Jung district? That means I was still within the area. But why are they assuming that I was unwell just because of my choice of sleepwear... or using words that normal people didn’t particularly use. I had to use my last few brain cells to comprehend the word espionage. 

Espionage? 

Wait—spying? 

My eyes widened, quickly shaking my head. “N-no, sir. I’m not a spy or some sort. I’m just—I’m an ordinary student who goes to school at—” 

“Silence!” The officer roared, slamming his palm on the table that separated us. His voice and action echoed across the small room, making me jump on my seat, trembling in fear. 

I whimpered, my head hanging low. “I’m sorry.” 

The officer was quiet for almost a good minute until I heard him sigh, making me peeked under my lashes. He was shaking his head, hands placed on the table as he stood up from his seat. “You need to be detained up until the Chief gets here. You need to substantiate that you are not a spy.” 

“Wait—” I got up from the metal chair, the legs of the furniture made a screeching noise against the cement floor. I held on to his arm, which was a bad idea as he immediately grabbed both my wrist and held me on the table.  

I cried out in pain when the side of my head was slammed forcefully on the surface of the table. “S-sir, please. I swear to God, I’m not what you think I am.” 

My choice of words might have been another bad idea as he fumed and mumbled under his breath how I used God lightly. A tear escaped my eyes when I saw a handcuff that looked different from what I’ve seen in the television, internet, etcetera. 

I was escorted to the corner of the place where there are two separate prison cells. As I entered the bars, I saw someone on the other cell. He was sitting on the floor, hugging his knees while his head was hidden on his folded arms. 

My sniffling went louder when the officer who handcuffed me slammed the cell door as soon as I flopped on the floor. My figure was trembling as I instinctively hugged my knees like the man on the other cell.  

I closed my eyes, mumbling a prayer that this should be a dream and I would wake up from it and should be over the second I opened my eyes. However, before I could finish my mumbling, with my eyes still closed, I heard a subtle “psst” on my left.  

My left eye opened about a millimeter while shifting my head a little to where the sound came from. The man I mentioned earlier was looking at me, though his head was still leaning on his folder arms.  

His hair was jet black, his eyes were droopy, his nose was exquisite, and his lips—they’re perfectly pink and glossy. 

He cautiously placed his index finger on his lips, gesturing to be hushed. I slowly nodded my head, not knowing if I could trust my mouth to speak any longer—because the last time I spoke, it led me here. 

My confirmation made him smile; his eyes went to the officer on the other side of the room who was busying himself with something on his desk. When the officer seemed to not care about our small movements, the man on the other cell turned his attention back to me. 

“Hey,” he carefully whispered, “what brings you here?” 

I shrugged, mirroring his position, leaning the side of my head on my folded arms. “Long story.” I couldn’t help the sigh escaping my nostrils.  

The man noticed my distress state and sends a comforting smile.  

He had the most beautiful smile I’ve ever seen in my life. 

“What about you?” I decided to ask when he caught me staring at him longer than anyone should have. 

He also shrugged, heaving a deep sigh, “Long story.” 

I shut my eyes closed and bit my bottom lip so I could stop the tempted snicker that wanted to escape my mouth—he was mocking my response earlier. When I opened my eyes to look at him, he was already staring at me with a gentle smile on his face. 

My cheeks started to get warm from his gaze and he probably recognized the pink shade on my skin that he silently chuckled.  

We were just looking at each other, as if trying to analyze the dancing orbs that were staring at one another. I was trying to figure out why I turned calm from just looking at him, when in reality, I was an awkward person who would stutter by a simple, “How’s your day?” at the grocery store. 

I opened my mouth to ask for his name, but a loud voice boomed around the corner. The man on the other cell snapped his head to the culprit at the same time as I did.  

There, a man who was wearing a neat tuxedo, his almost-gray hairline receding. He looks at the man whom I was talking with a perturb look while he examined his state: sitting on the dusty cement floor, looks dehydrated and beads of sweat are visible on his forehead from the warm summer weather. 

The intruder turned his head to the officer who escorted him to where the small prison cells were—and he was also the one who banged my head on the table to handcuff me, and the officer who was guarding the cells. “Do you know what you have done?” 

The two officers were both in silence, their intimidating appearance slowly fading away. 

“San,” the man on the other cell suddenly called, I turned to look at him and his gentle smile was gone. He shook his head to the man in the tuxedo, as if asking him to stop talking. 

The man in the tuxedo—or San, sighed in defeat, not before glaring on the two officers. “He’s the youngest son of General Byun.” 

I furrowed my brows; the General Byun rang a bell in the deepest corner of my brain. I swear in my pathetic life that I heard that name somewhere. 

However, before I could rummage my already messed-up brain, I heard the man on my left, distantly sighing as he stood on his feet, dusting his pants in the process. 

The police officers who looked absolutely terrified immediately run to open the cell door on his side. They removed their hats and bowed their heads, apologizing for keeping him in there. He must’ve been from a noble family. 

I kept my mouth shut while I watched the scene in front of me. I was not moving a single muscle, too scared that I might do something wrong again that would lead me to much more trouble. 

I watched him walk towards San who was holding the door open for him with my lips pursed. 

I didn’t even get a chance to get his name. 

Before he could walk out the door, I noticed how tense he was and turned on his heels. His eyes met mine, somewhat with sympathy. He stood in front of the officers whom heads were still hanging low, ashamed on what they had done with this man. 

“She’s coming with me,” the man announced, that made me gawk, as well as San who looked at him like he suddenly had two heads connected on his neck. 

“B-but sir—the girl needs to be detained until the chief—” the police officer who slammed me on the table stammered, rejecting the man’s proposal to let me out of this prison cell and to go with him. 

The man just smiled, reaching out to the cell door, shaking it impatiently for the officers to open it. “I will let my father know about it. I’m confident that he would have a conversation with the chief should there be problem arises.” 

San hastily walks towards the son of the General, holding his arm gently. “Sir, you cannot mingle with a criminal.” 

The man let out a psssh, waving his hand to San as if he uttered the most ridiculous thing in the world before nodding his head to one of the officers to open the cell door. “She was with me when I climbed the wall and managed to run away when you whistled like there was no tomorrow.” 

When both officers were still hesitant to open the cell door, the man shook the bars once again creating a loud rattling noise. The officer who slammed my head on the table scrambled to his feet, clumsily looking for the set of keys hanging on his pants. 

When the door finally opened, I was still unmoving on my spot, still on the dusty cement floor and hugging my knees while I watched four men waited for me to get out. 

As I previously mentioned, my survival skill was set to zero. I may be academically smart, but I knew nothing if it was not related to my studies. 

That was a huge problem. I know. 

My friends in school were trying to help me cope with the outside world. Though, the sources have been limited as I was not allowed to get out of the house unless it was for school matter, or chores. I literally had to beg my parents to let me go out with my friends during the weekends. 

I probably took a while, lost in my thoughts, when the man held out his hands, sending me his gently smile once more. “Come?” 

Sparing my last functioning brain cell, I got on my feet, my hand reaching out to his. When my palm touches his, a smile slowly spreads on my lips, my anxiousness gradually fading, replaced by a gentle breeze that soothed my nerves. 

San walked in front, the police officers trailing just few steps ahead as they accompany us to the off-white bumpy vehicle that had been parked by the curb. 

As the officers bowed their heads for the trouble, San opened the door, and my hand was tugged by the man who was still holding onto it. The corner of his lips quirked up from the way I was looking at him with round, probably scared eyes. 

“I’m not going to hurt you,” he assured, his thumb unconsciously rubbed a comforting circle on the back of my hand, “I will just send you home safely.” 

Relief crashed through me, and I believe he noticed it because he chuckled huskily.  

Once I was seated on the leather seat of the vehicle, I realized that he was still holding on my hand. I smiled; a bit awkward when I tried to slip off his hold. 

“Oh,” he gasped when he realized what I was doing, “my apologies.” 

His touch lingered on my skin when I took back my hand from his hold. Embarrassed, I placed it on my lap, fiddling with my fingers, waiting for him to speak. 

I heard San clearing his throat on the driver’s seat, waiting for an instruction from the man sitting beside me. The latter turned his head to look at me, and I was allured in an instant.  

“Where to, my lady?” 

I ignored the blush from the way he addressed me, shifting my attention to San who was waiting for a direction of where to drive me. 

San scrunched up his forehead when I recited my address, and even the landmark near my house. Nevertheless, he started the vehicle and drove off the curb. 

My palms started to sweat when I looked out the window and the establishments on the road that I knew by heart were not there. Instead, it was soil and tall grass all around the place. 

“Apologies, madam,” San met my eyes through the rear-view mirror, “but the road you referred to does not exists I believe.” 

“H-huh?” Was all I could mutter before the man beside me clicked his tongue in annoyance. 

“And could you bring to my knowledge the reason you have not tell it beforehand?” the man beside me huffed, his gentle exterior had faded and turned to show his authority. 

“S-sir Baekhyun, I—” 

Baekhyun. 

The man’s name was Baekhyun. 

“She’s already terrified, San,” Baekhyun explained. “The last thing I want to happen is for her to regret coming with me.” 

Unfortunately, I had the cheek to blush from his words, though I managed to ignore the fact that my cheeks were likely crimson red. “I—it’s fine,” I chuckled awkwardly, the interruption made Baekhyun turn his head in my direction. 

I gave him a tight smile before asking San to pull over so I could get out of the vehicle and familiarized the surroundings to find the correct path to my house. 

Baekhyun followed my suit when I stepped out, his shoe wear gravelly strides over the pebbles on the ground to walk beside my figure.  

I was starting to hold my head when I realized that the area is just grass—no houses or some kind. Just pure empty land. 

“Holy shit,” I mumbled under my breath and was already on the verge of crying. 

Where the hell am I? 

“Holy—what? I beg your pardon?” 

Baekhyun was eyeing me with concern on how I’m yanking my hair out of my scalp, also probably saying things that I wasn’t supposed to say... again. 

However, it wasn’t long until his fingers circled on my wrists, pulling them away from the strands of my hair. I let my muscles relax, slowly ungrasping my fingers away from my hair. 

That made Baekhyun smile. He nodded his head, “We’re alright. You're alright—you’re safe.” 

“Sir?” San’s voice interrupted the scene, though it went unnoticed by Baekhyun who is still looking at me intently. 

“Speak to me?” his hand that was holding to my wrist travels to my palm, wrapping his fingers on my hand. 

“I—” I choke on my word, having to take a deep breath so I could speak clearly, “are we in Jung district?” 

Baekhyun nodded his head, confirming my question. “Yes, we are.” 

Mentally crossing my fingers, I asked him another question and hoped that he would say the answer I wanted. “Jung district, South Korea?” 

That made him furrow his brows and look at me like I just muttered the craziest thing he could possibly ever hear. “Were you referring to the southern part of Korea?” 

“Sir, I think we should consider going back to the police station,” San walked briskly to try to pull Baekhyun away from my reach. “She could be an enemy from that country and knows who you are.” 

“W-wait—” I screeched; my chest starts to heave from the information that I’m absorbing one by one. Espionage. Empty land. Old model of vehicles. Enemy. Southern part of Korea... 

“Do you mind telling me the date?” My mind started to get lightheaded, but at the back of my mind, I was hoping that this was just another weird dream that I would get from time to time. 

“Today’s the second day of September,” Baekhyun answered, snatching his arm from San who tried to pull him away. “Are you feeling unwell, sweetheart?” 

Despite the nausea, I managed to shake my head and continued to confirm my assumption. “Wha—what year?” 

Baekhyun’s frown deepened, clearly not comprehending the point of my questions. Despite that, he still answered my question, and fortunately, I was able to catch it before my vision blacked out. 

“Year 1920.” 

Oh, shit. 

My forehead could feel a damp pressure as I slowly regained consciousness, the muscles of my fingers were flexing on their own, and I took a deep breath before shifting my eyelids open. 

I blinked a couple of times before I visualized the face hovering my laying figure, eyeing my current state in concern. 

Baekhyun. 

“Hey,” he stopped me when I tried to sit up, his hand held my shoulder, pushing me back on the spring mattress I was lying on. Once the back of my head hits the soft cushion, he removed the dampen cloth from my forehead, brushing the hair that got stuck on my skin. “Would you like some water?” 

I contemplated for few more seconds before remembering the things that I’ve been told before I passed out. I quickly sat on the mattress once again, ignoring the puzzled look on Baekhyun’s face when I scoot away from his touch until my back reaches the wall. 

“I’m not dreaming?” I croaked, feeling my body tingled from another episode of panic, “I—I’m supposed to be in the attic. Who are you—where am I?” 

Baekhyun sensed my fear, he withdrew his hands that were trying to reach out, instead he raised it in front him, showing me his empty palm before giving me an assuring smile. “Calm down, darling. I will not hurt you.” 

“I—” I swallowed the lump forming in my throat, “who are you?” 

“My name is Baekhyun. Byun Baekhyun.” he answered calmly, his voice is trying to soothe my nerves. 

“Baekhyun,” I repeated, although I’ve already heard his name from San, it feels nice to say his name coming out from my lips. “Where—where am I?” 

“We are in my house, though I have to apologize for bringing you in the staff’s quarter as I can’t be seen carrying an unconscious lady to my chamber.” 

My eyes quickly scanned the room and there were a couple of bunkbeds across the room. I had to bite my bottom lip when it trembled. “And you said that it’s year 1920?” 

Baekhyun nodded his head, stating the obvious. “Is everything all right? Speak to me. I could help.” 

“I’m—” I sniveled; my body trembled in fear. Baekhyun finally found the courage to reach out for my hands, holding them in his.  

“Shush,” he squeezed my fingers, attempting to calm me, but when my body wouldn’t stop quivering, Baekhyun had done something that I wouldn’t expect him or anyone to do for someone you barely knew. 

He bent his neck so he could press his lips on my knuckles. His lips—they were damn soft, and it lingered on my skin even when he pulled away. 

When he brought his eyes to meet mine, he smiled, his eyes forming a crescent shape as he did. “I’m here. You’re all right.” 

I finally managed to nod my head, though slowly as I was still hesitant about my surroundings. But somehow, despite being a stranger, he could shift every fiber in my body with serenity. 

“What’s your name?” Baekhyun climbed on the mattress, sitting a few inches away from me, and surprisingly I didn’t scoot away this time. 

I uttered my name as I watched his orbs dance around my facial feature. The way he repeated my name, and how he sounded made me captivated even more. 

“Can you tell me where you are from?” Baekhyun continued to ask, “I could send you home. Else I can send someone to look for your family.” 

“I’m—” I took a deep trembling breath so I would not have to breakdown again—hopefully, “I’m going to sound crazy, if you want to throw me back to jail, that’s fine—I understand you, but—” 

“You’re rambling, love.”  

I was this close on passing out again from the endearment he keeps using on me. I thought that having my name would have him call me out differently, but boy, I was wrong. 

I leaned forward to his ear, and he immediately understood what I wanted to do; he tilted his head for me to reach him easily. I whispered, “I’m not from here.” 

When Baekhyun leaned back to meet my eyes again, I expected him to look confused or whatever, but he looked calm, and he just nodded his head. “I realize that.” 

His response made me widen my eyes. I gasped, “you do?” 

“Yes,” he replied, “I would always wonder on the road and this is the first I saw you—” 

“No!” I cried out, burying my face on my hands. “That’s not what I meant.” 

Baekhyun held the sides of my head, gently tilting my head up for him to see my face. “I’m sorry, it was not my intention to make you distress. But can you please clarify what you meant with your statement?” 

I thought San was just waiting on the other side of the door, as he bursted inside the quarters with my wail. “Sir?!” 

Baekhyun hissed, peeking behind his shoulder to glare at San. “I told you to not come in.” 

“No—wait, I’m sorry,” I hiccupped, touching Baekhyun’s arm to calm him down as he looked like he was going to tackle San any second. Poor man. 

Baekhyun heaved a sigh before telling San to close the door behind him. The old man stayed by the door as Baekhyun waited for me to clarify my previous statement. 

“Baekhyun,” I started, and the man nodded his head, urging me to continue, “please don’t freak out, okay?” 

Because I’m already freaking out. 

He nodded his head again, this time, interlacing our fingers together. 

“I was at the attic in our house when I heard this weird noise coming from a wardrobe, so I went to look for the source of sound. Then something weird happened, the light went out and the noise went from the wardrobe to whatever was behind me and it made me hid inside the wardrobe instead of running away, or screaming for help.” 

Baekhyun frowned upon hearing my choice of action—hiding in the wardrobe instead of running away. Nonetheless, he continuously nodded his head as he acknowledged my words. 

“Then I waited for a few minutes before opening the wardrobe, and when I stepped out, I was already here, in this place.” 

I took a glance to San who had a baffled expression, like he was trying to analyze the information I’ve just given. As well as Baekhyun, who kept looking at me with a frown on his face, still. 

“Say something,” I nudged his hand that was holding mine and it made him blink before clearing his throat. 

“Apologies,” he has an odd expression that I’m unable to read, “are you saying that you’ve been kidnapped? Are you from the other country?” 

Hearing the other country, San widened his eyes, panic was evident on his face. “S-sir, I warned you, she might’ve been a—” 

“No–no,” I shook my head, quickly denying his allegation, “I’m not a spy, or some sort.” 

“In that case...” Baekhyun mumbled, my heart feels like it dropped when he untangled his fingers with mine, “what are you?” 

“I’m just an ordinary human being,” I explained, my voice getting wobbly. “I’m a citizen of this country—well, not in this year, but I am.” 

This time, it was San who decided to speak up, “Not in this year?” 

I was never good at interrogation, especially when I was not allowed to voice out my opinion in our own home. If I ever did, my parents would never fail to invalidate my emotions. 

I didn’t even know I was already crying until Baekhyun tried to wipe my cheek with his fingers. I automatically leaned away from his touch, and I think that made the man confuse as I was not rejecting his advances, not until now. 

“Just let me go,” I croaked, my eyes pleading to Baekhyun as I told him, “I promise that I will not bother you any longer, or talk about how you helped me out of prison, just—please...” 

The quarter was silent for a few minutes, it was just my heavy breathing and my sniffling that could be heard across the room.  

“Where will you go?” Baekhyun inquired, finally deciding to speak up. “If you don’t know where you are, where will you go?” 

I whimpered, “I—I don’t know. I’ll figure it out, I guess...” 

To say that I was disappointed was an understatement when Baekhyun nodded his head, moving away from the mattress so I could get out of it as well.  

When my feet touched the floor, that was only when I realized that I was bare feet all along. There were already scratches on the sole of my feet from walking since I got here, but I ignored the stinging pain and continued to walk out the door. 

I was quite lucky that I didn’t bump into someone on my way out. I sneakily glanced around the lot, and it was huge. The staff’s quarters were separated from the manor that was built in the center of the lot.  

It was already dark outside, probably because I passed out and it took a couple of hours before I regained my consciousness. The night posts on the road were few and they were not bright as they were in my time. The road was still dirt with pebbles. 

If this was near the Jung district I grew up in, I would know all the alley and everything, but they were none. 

It took me approximately an hour and a half of walking before the police station could be seen but instead of going straight to the cell again, I turned on the other way, hoping to find where the wardrobe was. 

After another fifteen minutes of walking, I reached the old wardrobe again. My heart was pounding in my chest as my hand reached out to the knob, opening it. 

It was empty. What did I even expect? A magical light bursting out of the furniture? 

I was standing on my feet, unmoving. I was slowly realizing, analyzing, all that stuff in my head just now. 

The police station... was that the same institution that was built near our house? 

If that was the case, my feet automatically brought me here by heart. This was where my house should be. 

I broke like a dam, violent sobs came out of my mouth when I saw the empty lot, even our neighbors’ houses were not there. As if to add salt to my wounds, the rain started to pour, though I didn’t want to go inside the wardrobe once more, I had no choice but to find shelter while I waited for the rain to stop. 

I’ve always been afraid of the dark. Since I was a kid, I would always have a nightlight with me. My parents... they never bought me a new one. 

My father once gave me a small light bulb that would be plug directly to the outlet so I could have light at night, while my precious younger sister got a ballerina lamp. 

I remember my mother scolded me when the electricity went out due to bad weather and I screamed from the top of my lungs when darkness illuminated my small bedroom. “You’re not a baby anymore! You need to toughen up! You’re scaring your little brother!” 

I was only eight at that time. 

I never have someone on my side. No one to look out for me. Except for my friends in school. They’ve been there for me. And they gave me an adorable duck nightlight as a gift when we were freshmen. I still have it, using it, and will forever treasure it. 

I was only used to my friends who would be worried about my well-being, hence when Baekhyun acted like he was going to save me from my miserable thoughts, it was awkward, but I let my guard down because he made me calm. 

I wouldn’t blame him for acting distant when I narrated what actually happened that brought me here.  

Who would in their right mind would believe that I came from a wardrobe like in The Chronicles of Narnia where the Pevensies hid and met Aslan. 

I somehow wished it would be like that. It’d be much easier to handle than being stuck in the 1920s where there was a war going on and everyone would identify you as a spy. 

Holy crap, what if they’d capture me as one? Would I be executed? 

I still wanted to go to university, get my bachelor's degree, get a Masteral, and hopefully a PhD. 

Thousands of thoughts ran in my head at once that I clutched the side of my face while weeping in extreme anguish, regretting the days I wished I wasn’t with my dysfunctional family. 

Although I was nobody’s favorite in our household, I’d still take that over this. 

As I took another deep trembling breath between my sobs, I felt a calloused, warm hand over my cold one. My shoulder jumped from the sudden contact; head whipped up in attentiveness.  

“Hey.” 

Baekhyun’s finger wrapped on mine as I whimpered upon recognizing him, a sense of comfort rushed through my nerves even though I barely knew him. 

He tugged on my hand to make me step out from the wardrobe and I limply set my feet on the muddy ground. I could feel his gaze as he eyed me with concern when I didn’t stop sobbing, though it was more of a hiccup. 

“What were you doing in there?” Baekhyun asked when I calmed down a little bit. I raised my head and looked at him in the eye, seeing San few steps behind him. 

I unconsciously squeezed his hand that was holding mine, and my heart couldn’t help but flatter when he tightened his hold, tugging his bottom lip with his teeth in anticipation of my answer. 

“This is the wardrobe I was talking about,” I peeked behind my shoulder to look at the strange furniture. “I swear to God, Baekhyun, I—” 

“Slow down,” Baekhyun cut my sentence off, “I apologize if I let you leave earlier, but I promised that I’m not going to hurt you and let someone hurt you.” 

I jutted my bottom lip, wiping my eyes with my other hand as I sniffed, finding comfort with his words. Though I stayed silent. 

Baekhyun gently called my name, his thumb rubbed at the back of my hand, consolingly. “I apologize for what happened earlier. It was an unjustified action of mine. I should not have let a lady wander alone at this time of night.” 

I nodded my head, accepting his apologies as I tried to look him in the eye without making my orbs quiver in fear. “I swear, I—I’m not joking around.” 

“About what?” Baekhyun inquired, frowning. 

“About what I’ve said earlier,” I choked a sob, sniffling like a child. “I really am not from here. I came from this furniture—” I swung my hand to gesture on the eerie wardrobe behind me and Baekhyun’s eyes shifted to look at the antique for a second.  

“Would you mind expounding what you meant, sweetheart?” he straightened his back as he was bending to see my face clearly, though he was not that tall—just a few centimeters taller than I was. 

I think San also got curious that he took few steps forward so he could hear clearly what my explanation would be. 

I pulled away my hand from Baekhyun, rubbing my face tiredly before exhaling heavily—preparing myself in case Baekhyun and San think that I was some sort of insane being, worst—spy from another country. 

“My house was supposed to be built in this lot,” I pointed my thumb over my shoulder again, indicating the empty lot behind me, “and this antique wardrobe was in our attic even before my parents purchased the house, and no one bothered to get rid of it.” 

Baekhyun nodded his head but said nothing, so I decided to continue. “As I've said earlier, I hid inside when I heard something and when I opened the door, I was already here.” 

I saw San from the peripheral on how he tilted his head, his eyes squinting on the empty lot I was referring to, but I tried to not look away from Baekhyun’s intense gaze. He was obviously studying my face, as if tracing any sign that I was lying. 

“I’m not lying, Baekhyun, I swear,” I croaked, and I noticed how his orbs wavered upon hearing his name coming out from my mouth. 

He blinked after a few moments, his tongue peeking out to moisten his bottom lip. “When you said that this is where your house was supposed to be and yet you’re not from here...” he exhaled through his nose, eyes closing for a second before looking directly into my eyes, as if begging for me to tell the truth. “Will you be able to shed light on that?” 

Finding courage that Baekhyun was finally willing to listen to me without the thought that he must’ve identified me as an enemy, I nodded my head, not before clenching my fingers from what I was about to say. 

“You said that we are currently in year 1920?”  

Baekhyun confirmed by nodding his head, and San who was listening intently nodded as well.  

I continued, “Before I went inside the wardrobe, I checked my smartphone—” I saw how Baekhyun scowled but I didn’t bother explaining, though I took a note at the back of my head that it’d be for another conversation. “And I clearly remember, the date was 20th of February...” 

Baekhyun and San widened their eyes, as it were the most bizarre thing they’d ever heard in their entire life. 

But I bet that was not the oddest thing they’d hear tonight. 

“And the year was 2020.” 

I was back at the staff’s quarter in Baekhyun’s house. I was seated on the mattress I was awoken earlier as I waited for San whom I could hear talking to other staff on how I was his niece and be working for the Byun family alongside with them. 

I stared at my feet, all dirty and wounded from walking all over the place barefooted. However, I didn’t mind the stinging pain a bit. All I knew was how my heart was lightened up when Baekhyun said that he’d take care of me and instructed San to take me in while we look for an answer on how I would be able to go back to where I came from—originally where I came from. 

“Do you believe me?” I whispered when I sat beside him inside their vintage vehicle while San drove us back to Baekhyun’s house. 

He looked at me puzzlingly at first that it made my heart feel like it dropped to my stomach, but it quickly vanished when he smiled gently. “One thing my grandmother told me when I was still a child that remains in my mind up until today and that is: To believe the impossible.” 

I heard San calling my name from the door, cutting my thoughts from earlier event. I looked up from my feet as he stood by the door, a basin and towel in his hands. 

“Sir Baekhyun asked me to give these to you,” San walked beside the mattress as he set the basin with warm water and handed me the towel. “He wants to apologize for not being able to give these to you himself. They can’t be seen here, particularly when other workers are finished in the main house.” 

I gave San a kind smile, lifting my feet from the floor and soaking them to the warm water. I sighed in relief when my aching muscle and skin came contact with warmth.  

“Thank you, San. And don’t worry about it. I’m more than grateful that you let me stay here, and that’s more than enough.” 

I scoot to the side when San asked if he could take a seat beside me. He plopped himself staring ahead, seemingly in deep thoughts as I waited for him to ask questions that I know he was keeping in as Baekhyun could be quite scary when he was around him. 

“Is it improper of me to ask you if you really are from the future?” he inquired, his voice was low and quiet like he didn’t want anyone to hear our conversation. 

I smile sadly, my index finger picking on my thumb—a habit that I have had since I was a child when I’d be too scared or nervous. “I also couldn’t wrap my head about it.” I tried to cover up my nervousness with an awkward laugh, but it failed. I just sounded like I was about to pee my pants any minute now. “Is it improper of me to wish that this is just a dream?” 

For the first time I’ve met San, though it wasn’t that long, he chortled, and it made me beam, flashing him a toothy grin. 

“What is the future looks like?” San asked before turning his head on the side to yawn. I looked at him fondly, he was such a hardworking man, especially for someone like Baekhyun who was obviously strict to his employees. 

I shrugged, lifting my feet from the basin to wipe them with the towel I was given a while ago. “There’s no flying cars, don’t worry.” 

My response made him cackle, he wiped his teary eyes with his hand, shaking his head while calming himself down. “I apologize if what I’m about to say would be inappropriate, however I have not thought that you are hilarious from the way you cower in fear when talking to Sir Baekhyun a while ago.” 

I scrunched my nose, “I’m an awkward person to talk with, but I don’t know... I feel comfortable with you. Though you really did give me a fright when you claimed that I was a spy.” 

“I apologize for that Miss, I—” 

“No worries,” I shook my head, cutting him from unnecessary apology. “But yeah, Baekhyun was obviously caring and kind, but could be quite intimidating, not the bad kind of intimidating, but you know—” 

“He really is,” San agreed, nodding his head probably to not make me feel bad from talking about his employer. “But he’s a good man. He was just raised to be stern, although he can be mischievous on occasions. Do you want to know why he was in the prison this afternoon?” 

I was dying to know, and I was glad that I didn’t have to ask anyone about it. I quickly nodded my head, giving San a signal to tell me what happened. 

“Sir Baekhyun did not agree to meet the lady his mother was forcing him to marry—” oh, boy... if I said that I didn’t feel anything upon hearing that information, I’d be a hundred percent liar. “Consequently, he ran and hid for the whole day. He came back in the middle of the day and rather than coming through the gates, he climbed on the wall at the back of the main house to furtively get to his chamber.” 

I hummed as an answer as I was not able to form a proper sentence to acknowledge his words. Though, I had no relation with Baekhyun, it felt weird having some sort of connection, unconsciously, towards him. 

I thought that with my lack of response, San would end the day and would retrieve to his room as it was getting late, but he must’ve been that interested with the idea of me being from their future. 

“What is a smartphone?” 

I felt how my lips spread a wide smile being able to explain something that I was passionate about. I’d love to discuss the technology that has developed a hundred years from now. It was late, but I didn’t mind. 

It was going to be a long night. 

The next few days, I was slowly grasping the routine of working for the Byun family. It was exhausting as there were three separate houses though I only attended the staff quarters and the guesthouse. 

The guesthouse that mostly occupied by relatives, associate from other cities, that I was informed to stay away from. 

I haven’t seen Baekhyun ever since he decided to take me in and delegate my well-being to San who was probably the nicest and most understanding person I’ve ever met in this dimension—what I liked to call it, secretly. 

At first, I was downhearted that Baekhyun didn’t reach out to me, or even send a message to San like he did when the first night I came here, but when San advised that Baekhyun was in trouble about the marriage stuff with his mother’s friend’s daughter, I slowly came to realize that I was just someone whom he helped and he had other things that he needed to take care of. 

“How old is he?” I asked San when I followed him at the garden built at the back of the main house. It was late afternoon and I had nothing else to do except to follow San around like a good niece I was. “I mean—if you don’t mind me asking.” 

San flashed me a kind smile before inspecting a bed of Gloriosa Daisy to make sure the gardener did his job properly. I also found out that San is the butler of the Byun family for almost twenty years. “Sir Baekhyun had just turned twenty last May.” 

I nodded my head, my lips forming an O shape. “He’s older than me as I expected, but we’re almost the same age.” 

“It’s impolite to ask for a lady’s age, thus my lips will be sealed.” 

I laughed at San’s statement. My booming voice echoed across the empty garden. The old man’s eye crinkled in delight upon seeing my reaction. 

“I’m eighteen, San.” I told him my age anyway. I shrugged my shoulders when he looked at me like he was expecting me to be twelve or something. “Anyway, isn’t twenty too young to be married? Or is it normal in the olden days?” 

San grimaced with my choice of words but laughed, nonetheless. “It is indeed young to get married at such age, but it’s considered as norm, particularly to prominent families.” 

I was about to respond to San’s statement when my eyes travelled to the main house. There was a large window facing the garden and there he was, Baekhyun, standing inside the house. He was wearing a white dress shirt as he stared at us in the distance. 

I raised my hand a bit and subtly waved at him, a tight smile on my lips. San realized the absence of my response, so he turned his head to see what other things caught my attention. 

He immediately bowed his head upon seeing Baekhyun inside the house, looking at us with a blank expression on his face. Baekhyun didn’t even bat an eyelash to San and kept his eyes on me, before turning his head away and walked off from the window. 

I sighed dejectedly, turning to San who just shrugged his shoulders. “Sir Baekhyun is having a difficult time with the arrangement he’s requiring into.” 

I nodded my head understandingly, starting another conversation with San who instantly shifted his focus on the topic I was talking about. 

I felt bad complaining about my life situation when Baekhyun, who was undoubtedly a good person, was being forced to do some things against his will. I understood that we probably wouldn’t be able to talk for quite some time, or until San and I find a way for me to get back where I really came from. 

I never thought that that would be the last day Baekhyun would stop distancing himself away. 

For the reason that I was awoken by soft knocks inside the quarter I was staying for a week now. It was the smallest room, but San defended that they prefer me to be alone instead of mingling with other employees in the household. They would rather not take the risk.  

I truly understand, though, and I honestly don’t mind. I also have the smallest bedroom amongst my siblings, so it didn’t really matter to me. 

Squinting my eyes, I propped on the mattress using my hands as I peeked at the mantel clock on the bedside table. It was two in the morning. 

San never knocked this early to instruct me a chore before, so I was confused. What could he possibly need to wake me up in the middle of the night? 

Nonetheless, I grumpily threw my body out of the bed after lighting up a lamp before walking to the door to open it. 

“Hey.” 

I was half-asleep and wasn’t prepared to see Baekhyun, in his sleepwear, standing on the other side of the door, his closed fist was raised in the air and was about to knock on the wooden door again. 

I blinked several times, trying to get the sleep away from my eyes, when I heard Baekhyun melodious laughter again after days of not having an interaction with him. 

“Did I wake you up?” His voice was husky and deep, that it made my insides do some flips.  

I shook my head, opening the door of the room a bit wider so I could step out. “It’s okay...” 

I felt his eyes on me for a while, and when I found the courage to look up to his face, his lips formed a smile, eyes crinkling as he did. “Do you mind coming with me for a bit?” 

Without any hesitation, I nodded my head, closing the door behind me as I followed his steps outside. It was summer but during the night, the breeze was slightly cooler than it would during the day. 

We walked for almost ten minutes until we reached the garden at the back of the main house, where Baekhyun had seen San and I talking in the afternoon. He led me to the hedge maze on the further side of the lot. 

“Don’t worry,” Baekhyun suddenly chuckled, snapping me out of my thoughts. I looked up to him with wide eyes, not knowing what he meant by the unexpected assurance. “These shrubs are not that tall. You can scream for help if you think I would be doing something inappropriate.” 

I opened my mouth to deny his assumptions of what I was probably thinking, but no words came out. Hence, I just waved my hands desperately.  

Baekhyun’s eyes twinkled, as if he was adoring every reaction of mine. He shook his head and turned on his heels to continue walking in the labyrinth. 

“How are you doing?” he inquired, looking ahead of him. 

I took a glance at his side profile, pursing my lips when I noticed the bags under his eyes. “I’m doing alright... I guess. San has been helping me a lot.” 

Baekhyun nodded his head, a tight smile on his eyes, and something irked me when it didn’t reach his eyes. “I’m glad to hear that. I apologize if I’m not around these days.” 

“Oh—no, no,” I laughed nervously, scratching the side of my head as I tried to think of a better response to that. “I—I’m thankful enough to you for letting me stay here. That’s—that’s... uhm... more than enough. You don’t need to apologize.” 

Baekhyun darted his eyes from my eyes to my lips which I was biting with nervousness. He blinked when I cleared my throat like he was snapped out of his trance. He forced a cough, chuckling awkwardly. He tipped his head to the side, asking me to walk beside him. 

“Say,” Baekhyun murmured, our footwear making a pat sound against the ground. I peered on my side to let him know that he had my attention. “Hundred years from today, does people, even then, are being imposed on what they should be doing—or who they should be with?” 

My lips automatically turned downwards, knowing his situation from San. I sighed before shrugging my shoulders. “Well—it’s different. Rich and influential people still do have those circumstances, but they have a bit more freedom... I think? People have become more open on different status in life, culture, education—that kind of stuff.” 

Baekhyun heaved a sigh upon hearing that, and I couldn’t help but feel guilty. I could’ve just said, yes, to make things livelier, but that would mean that I’d be lying. 

“Then I can take for granted that you have the benefit of freedom?” he asked, his tone a bit playful to perhaps lighten his dampen mood. 

I crinkled my nose, wrapping my arms around my figure when a cold breeze passed by. “Don’t get me wrong, I came from an extremely ordinary family, but no, I do not have the pleasure of enjoying any kind of freedom.” 

Baekhyun scowled, his steps coming to a halt before turning his head to glance in my direction. “Are you being arranged to someone as well?” 

I snorted, shifting my weight to my other foot. “I could barely go out of the house to hang out with my friends, what more on dating.” 

“Dating?” he breathed, uncertain with the meaning of the word in my vocabulary. 

“Oh—” I gasped, murmuring a soft apology. “Dating is a term we used when someone would be going out— most often with the intention of evaluating each other's suitability as a partner in a future intimate relationship.” 

Baekhyun took a few seconds before nodding his head as an acknowledgement that he understood what I meant. “That’s what dating is...”  

I hummed and followed his steps when he continued walking on the path again.  

“Then you have yet experience dating, I presume?” 

His question caught me off guard, and I couldn’t think of a better response but to laugh awkwardly—inside my head, pathetically—my shoulders curling forward in embarrassment. How I wish... 

And I could only hope I didn’t say that out loud. 

But I think I just did... by just taking a glimpse of Baekhyun’s facial expression. He had a twinkle, almost mischievous, look in his eyes; his lips quirked up. 

“Anyway,” I smiled at him, feeling much comfortable conversing with him when San assured me several times that Baekhyun was a good man, and I should not have any doubt when around him. “Is everything okay—are you alright? Not that I mind, but is there any reason why you called me at this time?” 

Guilt flashed through my nerves once more when his shoulder visibly deflated as he sighed. Why do I always have to say the wrong thing at the wrong time? 

“I was worried about you, to tell you honestly,” Baekhyun quavered, tilting his head up to look at the stars in the dark sky. “I feel terrible that I have not reached out when I was the one who told you to stay here.” 

I smiled, though sadly, my hand itching to pat his shoulder, but decided to keep my hands to myself. “You don’t need to worry about that, I’m doing just fine. It’s sad that we have been trying to get me back to my time to no avail, but San has been taking care of me like I’m his real niece or something.” 

I ended my sentence with a laugh to make things lighter, and I was glad that it made him smile. 

“That is delightful to hear,” Baekhyun beamed, and I couldn’t help but to mirror his smile. 

We were just looking at each other, our orbs were dancing at one another’s feature. Unknowingly, he raised his hand to tuck a lose strand of hair behind my ear. It was when his finger touched my cheek when I finally realized his action. 

I tensed, at the same time, not disregarding the heat that was starting to creep up from my neck. 

“You have a ravishing smile,” he commented, the tip of his finger lingered longer than it should’ve been on my skin, leaving a burning sensation on the largest organ of my anatomy. 

Baekhyun must’ve noticed my speechlessness that he retrieved his hand back and tucked it on his back. He scratched the back of his neck with his other hand, before pointing it to the way back to the staff quarters. 

“Let’s get you back. You’re freezing, and I don’t want you catching a cold.” 

I was a hundred percent sure that I was not freezing, in fact my whole body was on fire. 

Ever since that night, I would expect a knock on my door in the middle of the night. I got used to it to the extent that I’d be pacing back and forth when the mantel clock would hit two o’ one and he was not here yet. 

There was one time that it was almost three in the morning, and I thought that he’d not come so I decided to go to bed as I need to be up early in the morning, else San would be in trouble—and I do not want that to happen. 

I was dead asleep that I didn’t hear him knocking on my door. It was when I felt fingers on my forehead, brushing my fringe, then it travelled to the bridge of my nose. I let out a grunt before forcing my eyes to open. There he was, sitting on the edge of the mattress as he stared at me at my messiest state. 

I was so embarrassed that I instantly tried to turn my back on him and cover my face with a blanket, but his movement was way swifter than mine. He was chuckling huskily as he fought for the blanket from my hands. 

“Why do you shy away, my little dove?” 

I’ve gotten used to nicknames that he’d use every time he’d see me. At first, I would blush like mad and stammer. Though now, my face would still flush, I somehow manage to live with it. 

It was another night of strolling with Baekhyun. He was slowly getting bolder as he suggested walking outside the hedge maze and sitting on the ground, around the bed of flowers. 

My arms were hugging my knees, staring straight ahead; while Baekhyun was leaning on his arms as he looked at the dark sky. 

“Darling?” 

I hummed, leaning the side of my head on my folder arms to look at him. Without tearing his eyes away from the sky, he inquired, “Would you like to dance?” 

My brows furrowed at his sudden request, nevertheless I got up on my feet and dusted my bottom as I held my hand out for him to take. He had a wide smile on his face as he took my hand in his, hoisting him from the ground as well. 

“I don’t know how to dance, but I’d say yes anyway because I know you’ll bug me for the rest of my life if I rejected your offer,” I grumbled, playfully rolling my eyes before following his lead. He had a hand raised in the air for me to take and a hand was positioned on my waist. 

Baekhyun laughed at my sentiments, “I’m still astounded on how you were this adorable little sheep I’ve saw in the prison to becoming a lioness who would pounce on me when she gets a chance.” 

I mumbled an apology when I stepped on his foot. I gave him a stinky eye at his metaphor but couldn’t stop the bashful smile on my lips. “I told you, I’m awkward at first, but I’m talkative when I get comfortable.” 

A gasp escaped my lips when his hand on my back pulled me closer to his chest. Baekhyun leaned his head on my temple as he continued to lead the dance. We were swaying slowly and gently; I could feel his heartbeat on my chest, his breathing in my ear. 

Finding comfort in our position, I courageously leaned my head on his shoulder, closing my eyes when both of his arms wrapped on my figure tightly. 

“Please tell me I’m not the only one whose feeling it,” Baekhyun whispered, his nose buried in my hair. 

Since the first day... I’d like to say. But instead, I just wrapped my arms on his torso, nodding my head to confirm his words. 

I reluctantly pulled away when Baekhyun loosened his arms and when I tilted my chin to peer at him, he slowly leaned, and I thought that he would smash his mouth on mine without thinking—but I was glad that he didn’t. I was not ready, to be honest. 

“Pardon me,” he pursed his lips, scooting his face a few inches away from mine when he saw my widened eyes. “I’m certain that you are the only thing that fills my head these days... and it’s insane.” 

“Why—” I cleared my throat when my voice cracked, “why me? I’m not—” 

“Why not you?” 

I squealed when Baekhyun, who must’ve lost his control, dived to briefly place his lips on my left cheek. It was short, but his soft lips left a tingling sensation on my cheek.  

Why not me? I have no idea. I’ve never been someone else’s choice before. I’d always be left out. To say that this was strange is such an understatement. I truthfully don’t know how to react nor know what to say. 

Baekhyun nudged my cheek with the tip of his nose to snap me out of my trance. He looked at me worriedly as he pulled away and held my face in his hands instead. That didn’t help my racing heart as I was fully aware that he could now see my crimson red face and most probably my ears were blushing as well. 

“Would you like me to give you some time to think?” 

Dumb-founded, I nodded my head as I could not find myself to utter any word. I couldn’t be more thankful when Baekhyun just smiled and walked me back to the quarters with his hand still on the small of my back.  

I was wonderstruck, blushing all the way home. 

San knew what happened, he was skeptical when he asked what I’ve been doing that I have been yawning for the whole day. I stuttered, of course, trying to find an excuse for my lack of energy. 

“I never doubted that you came from the future, but you are clearly being dishonest right now, Miss.” 

He looked so disappointed that I had no choice but to tell him the truth, that Baekhyun had been knocking on my door in the middle of the night for a quick stroll around the manor... and what happened with the son of his employer. 

San looked so shocked, that he was not expecting my answer. “You’re bluffing.” 

I chewed my bottom lip as I heaved a sigh, “I wish I am.” 

I was following him around again around the guest house, a few staff were dusting the place as someone will visit the Byun family in few days.  

San had to go to the corner and grab a chair to sit on. “This is going to be a disruption. Sir Baekhyun, he—he needs to obey his mother’s order.” 

I pursed my lips before nodding my head. “I know, San—I know, and I also need to go back to where I came from. Don’t get me wrong, you’ve helped me a lot, but this is not where I belong.” 

San nodded his head understandingly; his fingers rubbed his temple as he thinks. Before we could even say another word, we were startled when the staff in the area can be heard fussing. 

I peeked over my shoulder and saw Baekhyun walking in the door. A neat dress shirt and a waistcoat adorned his torso, and black slacks on his bottom.  

My eyes automatically widened, my head snapping in San’s direction, who looked surprised at the same time, in panic as I was. But unlike me, San quickly stood up from his chair, bowing his head as respect to Baekhyun. 

I clearly forgot that I was supposed to be an employee and was about to walk away to pretend that I was busy dusting a squeaky-clean furniture when San grabbed my arm, forcing me to bow my head. I did, exaggeratedly, which was embarrassing as heck. 

It was the first time seeing him during daylight since I met him at the police station. He looked unbelievably dashing. 

“Sir Baekhyun,” San greeted him, his voice was professional like he didn’t just scold me for sneaking out with one of his bosses. “Is there anything I can help you with?” 

Baekhyun didn’t even smile when he pointed his finger directly at me. “I need her to come with me for a moment.” 

My head whipped to San’s direction, shooting daggers on the side of his head with my eyes, as if to beg him to not let me go with Baekhyun who freakin’ stole a kiss on my cheek, sniffed my hair, and made my stomach do all those gymnastics shit my younger sister loved doing. 

All other staff looked so surprised as well, but instead of looking suspicious, they looked rather worried that Baekhyun was asking for me. Probably thinking that I did something that got on his nerve. 

San looked hesitant for a second or two before nodding his head with a smile on his face. “Right away, Sir.” he placed his hand on my shoulder, pushing me gently to walk to Baekhyun’s direction who was already holding the door open for me to follow him. 

I kept my chin dipped down as I followed him to the staff’s quarter. He opened a door where cleaning materials were placed and closed the door behind after he checked that no one followed nor saw us. 

“Did I—did I do something wrong?” I stammered; my voice was so small as I cowered down by his intense gaze. 

I watched as he put his hand inside his waistcoat, fishing out a familiar machine from its pocket. I immediately gasped, snatching my smartphone from his hand. “W-where did you get this? Oh, my God, I thought I didn’t bring it with me.” 

Baekhyun’s stoic face finally faded and replaced by the smile I was familiar with. “You dropped this when you went unconscious by the road. I had forgotten that I had this with me. I apologize, love.” 

I gulped at his endearment choice for the day. I froze on my spot, not moving a muscle and I bet that he noticed it. He chuckled huskily; his hand went to pat my head.  

Clearing my throat, I forced myself to look at his eyes, “Thank you for this. But you could’ve just waited until everyone’s asleep before giving this back to me.” 

Baekhyun just shrugged his shoulders, a smirk was forming on his face. “Perhaps it was a rationale to see you.” 

I playfully rolled my eyes, shaking my head, slowly getting used to his advances.  

“You looked beautiful under the moonlight, but you look absolutely stunning when the rays of sun are kissing your skin, love.” 

I shook my head, my lips caught between my teeth to stop myself from smiling too widely. I shifted my attention to my phone, my heart clenching for a second when I pressed the button on the right side, the thought of it not working was about to kill me.  

I took a sharp breath when the screen lit up, the infamous bitten apple logo appeared on the screen. I peeped under my lashes to see Baekhyun’s reaction and he had his mouth opened as he stared at the device on my hand. 

“Wha—what is that?” he gawked, taking a step forward to look at the device closely, our arms brushed at the proximity.  

“It’s a smartphone,” I answered, showing him the screen when it finally loaded to my lock screen. I was not even surprised when the signal showed No Service. Like, hello? 

“It’s like a combination of computer and a telephone,” I explained, showing him the contacts that I saved. “You can also use this for taking pictures, videos, and stuff.” 

I raised my head to look at him and he had a very confused expression, that he was having a hard time understanding what a smartphone is all about. 

I scrunched up my face, feeling guilty to feed him such information when he was probably not familiar with those functions in the first place. I knew that a mechanical computer was invented in 1822 but was not digitalized until 1942. So, I wouldn’t blame him for looking lost. That was my bad. 

I opened the camera app and quickly snapped a picture of him that the photo came out a bit blurred. I grinned widely before showing him the photo, and his jaw dropped. 

“This thing has been invented?” he gasped, thrilled to see a photo of him within a matter of seconds. 

“Yes!” I squealed; my head turned to glance at him only to find out that he was already looking at me. 

My smile slowly faltered when I watched his orbs constantly darting from my eyes to my mouth. I gulped audibly, not finding the will to scoot away. “I—I thought chivalry is a must in the olden days?” I breathed on his face which he didn’t even flinched.  

“I have never done this before,” he responded, inching a bit closer, making me hold my breath and my hands instinctively hold on his sides. “I have never felt something like this before.” 

Baekhyun exhaled through his nose before closing his eyes and opening them again when he leaned his forehead on mine. “I have been drawn to you since the day I saw you at the police station. I have been trying to elucidate why this is happening to me. You are the first person I would love to see in the morning, and the last person I would love to be with before I go to bed.” 

It was a short brush of our lips together, but I felt the spark when they touched. A flash of warmth was spreading through my whole body.  

I let out a deep trembling breath when Baekhyun’s hand travelled to my back, caressing it over the fabric of my blouse, before it went to cup the back of my neck. It was clear that he wanted to smash his mouth on mind, but it was apparent that he was stopping himself from doing so. 

“Say something,” he fretted, nudging my nose with his. 

“Baekhyun, I—” I croaked, “what do you want me to say?” 

A muscle in his jaw twitched, but his eyes were still looking at me gently. “That you feel the same way... do you?” 

My lower lip quivered, torn into two things: If I’d be honest and say that I was indeed attracted to him, and even though I feel the same way, I still need to go back to where I originally came from, that I didn’t belong here. 

“Baekhyun,” I whimpered, “I need to get home... my family—” 

“Stay here,” Baekhyun instantly responded, cutting me off, both of his cupped my cheeks, making me look directly at his orbs, “with me—stay here with me.” 

I pressed my lips together, contemplating if it would be a good idea to stay. Will my family look for me? Will they even notice that I was gone for quite some time? Will they even care? 

“May I love you?” 

Without thinking much further, I nodded my head, a tear escaping my eye when I realized that I made an impromptu decision that would affect my entire life.  

Baekhyun broke into the biggest smile I’ve ever seen; he giggled breathlessly as his thumb caressed my cheek. He slowly leaned forward, tilting my head so he could get better access to my mouth. 

My friends in school told me that first kiss would feel like there were butterflies in your stomach, but heck no, it felt like someone fired up fireworks in my nerves, making the tip of my fingers and toes curled from exhilaration.  

Baekhyun’s lips were soft. That was all I could think about at first, but when he started nibbling my pillows, I started to think differently. He knew what he was doing, and he was good at it. 

I was a bit disappointed yet glad when he decided to pull away. I fluttered my eyes open, seeing how he was looking at me with his lips all red and glossy. 

“I thought it was just going to be a peck,” I panted, rubbing my mouth with the back of my hand. “That was my first kiss, you know.” 

“Forgive me, my love.” Baekhyun had the cheek to laugh at my statement, dipping his head down to steal another kiss. “That was the closest to heaven as I will ever get.” 

San, once again, knew what happened. Not exactly what happened, but he had his eyes squinted when I came back to the guest house to actually help them clean the place. 

I was avoiding his eyes the whole time but when we were done with the task, he asked me to stay behind. “I beg you to tell me that my thoughts are incorrect.” he pondered, and his jaw went slack when I let out a nervous laughter.  

I honestly thought that with what happened, it would create such an unpleasant atmosphere but gladly that nothing really changed. Except for the fact that Baekhyun became more open with requesting to see me during the day. 

“Baekhyun—” I tried to push him away when I was asked to deliver a meal to his chamber because apparently, he was not feeling well. It was true, though. He fell while riding a horse with his older brother and twisted his ankle. It wasn’t that bad, but he used it as an excuse to be pampered. “Someone might see.” 

It was the first time I entered the main house. It was huge, and having no sense in direction, I got lost several times. Fortunately, another staff member saw me struggling with a tray and seemed to be losing my mind. She was kind enough to point where Sir Baekhyun’s room was. 

Baekhyun was able to walk, though limping, it wasn’t bad as I expected. It had been three days since the accident, so I assumed that he was already healing.  

That explained as to why he was able to jump off his bed when I knocked and asked permission to come in. He almost tackled my figure as soon as I set the metal tray with his food down on the table near the floor to ceiling window. 

“May I have kiss, please?” he pleaded, almost batting his eyelashes at me. I turned my head side to side, as if someone was in the room, before leaning in for a quick peck. 

I was relieved when that seemed to satisfy his need. 

Often though, he’d still knock on my door in the middle of the night. There were times that I’d be exhausted to get up and open the door for him, hence I once told him that the doors in the staff quarters didn’t have some sort of lock, so he could come in directly to my room. 

He was hesitant at first, saying that someone might get the wrong idea, then remembered that it was only San who knew about us. 

“I trust San,” I told him, scooting on the mattress to give him some space to lie down. “He won’t tell anyone.” 

Baekhyun hummed, shifting on his side, observing my tired state; droopy eyes, hugging the blanket on my body. “I speculate that San already had the wrong idea. He has vivid imagination.” 

I let out a breathless laugh, tilting my head to look at him. The corner of his lips quirked up upon noticing my attention to him. I already knew what he was thinking, and it’d be not the first time he’d discussed it. “Let’s not give San’s receding hairline another reason to step back.” 

It was Baekhyun’s turn to laugh, however he didn’t even try concealing his boisterous laugh that I had to cover his mouth with my palm. “Baekhyun!” I hissed, scowling at him. He nodded his head, fingers wrapping on my wrist to pull my palm away from his mouth. 

He gave my knuckles a kiss and I thought that he’d put it back on my side, but he kept holding my hand in his, even placing our hands on his chest. “I will patiently wait, my love.” 

I smiled widely, inching closer to place my lips on his. Glad to say that I finally got used to being affectionate and intimate with him. Although, we haven’t gotten that far yet. 

Baekhyun exhaled through his nose as he tangled his finger on my hair, grabbing the back of my head to tug me closer. I grunted before pulling away, he looked confused for a moment but when he realized how deep I was looking into his eyes, his frown faded away.  

“Thank you,” I said under my breath. 

“For what cause?” 

“Everything,” I murmured. “I’ve always thought that I’d be unlove for the rest of my life. You’re the first who made me feel wanted.” 

Baekhyun knew my story regarding my family. He was surprised but did not say anything against them. Rather, he assured me that he’d never leave my side. “No matter when you need me, I will be there. I will never leave you. I will always come and find you.” 

His movements were fast, in a matter of seconds, his lips had crashed mine. I was taken aback that my breath was caught in my throat, fingers clenching his back underneath the fabric of the shirt he was wearing. 

My heart felt like it was going to jump out from my chest when his hand came in contact with my chest, squeezing my bosom. I sensed the lump in my throat, my hand went from his back to his face, pushing it away from mine.  

“Baekhyun—Baekhyun,” my voice was stern, trying to wake him up from his daze which he snapped out of. 

He closed his eyes, retrieving his hand away from my chest. “I’m—I’m sorry, that was not my intention.” 

I felt his panic, caressing his face and that seemed to calm him down as he leaned his head on my palm. “It’s okay—you’re okay. I know you didn’t mean it. I was just surprised; you did nothing wrong.” 

“I did! I—” 

I shushed him, gathering the small amount of courage I had in my system to place his hand on my chest again. Baekhyun widened his eyes, tugging his hand back but I held it in place, smiling at him.  

“I’m sorry that I’m not ready to do it yet,” I smiled before drawing my lower lip between my teeth. “But this is okay, you can touch them—you can touch me.” 

Baekhyun was reluctant at first, but with a kiss on his forehead to let him know that I was certain, he started exploring my feature as a woman.  

My sleep was long gone, my head was laying on Baekhyun’s chest as he buried his nose in my hair while we talked about things in our lives, mostly him asking about my life ninety-nine years from now. 

“I really thought people from the olden days were conservative,” I admitted, “no offense, though.” 

Baekhyun playfully snarled, his hand that was on back rubbing in circles suddenly pinched my side, earning a shriek from me. “I really hope you would stop saying olden days, you are making me feel old when I’m only twenty.” 

I scrunched up my face, tilting my head to kiss his chin. “I mean, you’re probably older than my grandparents.” 

He rolled his eyes before pretending to leave the bed. 

“I’m kidding,” I laughed, pulling him back and hugging his torso like a bolster, tangling my legs with his. 

His hand automatically found its way to my back, resuming his previous action. “I do wonder what historians had written about our time. It’s normal to make love. I did it the first time when I was fifteen.” 

I bolted out from his touch, sitting up on the bed while I looked at him with my eyes wide open. “Are you serious? I could barely order in a restaurant without stuttering when I was fifteen.” 

“It would be different in your time?” Baekhyun inquired, genuinely curious and ignoring the fact that he just told me his sex life that started when he was fifteen.  

I cleared my throat, shrugging my shoulders. “I mean—my life was only between school and home. Others did the same as you, I think. I just—you know, assumed that it was marriage before sex in this century.” 

Baekhyun wriggled his brows on me, sitting up on the mattress as well. “Are you asking to marry me?” 

I gawked at him, grabbing the pillow at the edge of the mattress and chucking it to his face. “Excuse me?” 

He chuckled, snatching the pillow and placing it out of my reach. He asked me to lie down again, which I did, but not before sending him a glare. 

“What are people like in 2020?”  

I yawned, finally getting lulled from the way Baekhyun was massaging my scalp with his fingers as I lay on his torso, my face tucked in the space of his neck. “Almost the same, but we dressed differently, and people became creative on dyeing their hair.” 

I felt his lips on my forehead as I closed my eyes, scooting closer to his side if that was even possible. 

“Government allowed people to dye their hair?” 

I grunted, “Even males dye their hair pink.” 

“A man with pink hair?” Baekhyun marveled, “who would do that?” 

“What?” I chuckled lowly; I was this close on dreamland. “I think it’s adorable. If possible, I’d dye your hair pink so I can recognize you anywhere I’d go.” 

I heard him scoff, hugging my body tighter.  

“No, thank you.” 

It wasn’t that long when San informed me that Baekhyun’s mother was being suspicious of his son’s whereabouts. I was confused initially because Baekhyun had been staying in the manor since we’ve been together, but when San reminded me that the youngest son of Byun family was a mischievous creature, that hit me.  

There had been idle talk among employees, that their Sir Baekhyun had been having an affair with someone on the premises. Some employees would quickly turn their heads on me since they had been noticing Baekhyun would always ask for me, and some had wondered who it might was. 

Instantly, I asked San for help, on what I should do with the situation, and he immediately told me that he would handle the employees’ whisper. “May I request for you two to tone down? If you could pass it to Sir Baekhyun, he won’t handle my suggestion lightly when I’d say it directly to him. I’ll talk to other maids about this.” 

Surprisingly, Baekhyun agreed when he came over to my room. He said that it would be our only choice to be together. He assured me that he would handle his mother and would find a solution to our dilemma. 

When things were getting better after a few weeks of not seeing each other, and his mother was finally forgetting Baekhyun’s odd behavior, I accidentally bumped with the, as San informed me, the chief of the police station where I was first seen by Baekhyun and San. 

I wasn’t supposed to be in the guest house, but one of the staff had eaten something terrible and was advised to rest for the rest of the day. As San was already occupied, I offered to cover her tasks while she took a rest. 

The chief was eyeing me like a hawk, as if he was examining my face like I was some sort of criminal. To which I was identified the first day I arrived in this century. 

I still couldn’t get a hold of Baekhyun, consequently, I asked San to deliver the message to him instead as San was always in the main house for his duty as the main butler for the family. 

That night, Baekhyun finally knocked on my door at two in the morning. I opened the door wide to let him in before closing the door behind us.   

Baekhyun smiled, tucking a loose strand of hair behind my ears. “Hey.” 

Without beating around the bush, I told him what happened with the chief and how uncomfortable it made me that someone outside the manor had recognized me. 

“Those two officers must’ve sketched my face and showed it to the chief,” I gasped, nearly choking a sob. “They probably didn’t believe it when you said that I was with you. They saw me idling near the wardrobe, Baekhyun! What if they—” 

Baekhyun shushed me by tugging my arm so he could pull me to his chest. He ran his fingers on my hair, knowing that it would always calm me. “It’s going to be all right. I will talk to father once I get the chance and ask for help. Please wait for me.” 

Turned out that it was too late to ask for help. The chief came over the next morning, going straight to the lady of the house: Baekhyun’s mother. 

My heart was beating so fast when San let me know that Lady Byun was asking for me. I almost cried on the spot because I already knew what was about to happen. 

Despite having soft facial features, Baekhyun’s mother was terrifying. Her voice was stern, her eyes were like lioness who was like ready to eat her prey anytime, and that prey was obviously me. 

My head was hanging low as I stood in front of Lady Byun who was sitting on a chair in the middle of a room. An employee was also standing at the corner who had worried eyes set upon me. 

“Remind me to dismiss San for letting in a criminal in this household,” she spoke, her voice was cold and void of any emotion. 

In an instant, I shot up my head, looking at her with wide, pleading eyes. “No!” 

She raised her eyebrows on me, unable to believe that I just raised my voice. I quickly bowed my head to apologize, “I apologize, madam. I didn’t mean to shout. But San didn’t do anything wrong.” 

“Are you saying that my judgement was unjustifiable?” she taunted. 

I shook my head, “T-that’s not what I meant, madam. I—I will take full responsibility and will leave the manor in an instant.” 

She scoffed, smiling bitterly. “You are aware that my husband is the General, am I correct?” 

I shut my eyes for a moment, letting out a deep trembling breath. “Yes, madam.” 

“And if the people heard about the Byun family letting a criminal on loose, do you know what would happen?” she argued, not letting me go easily. 

I nodded my head, my eyes getting watery from the overwhelming confrontation that I didn’t want to be in. “I—I understand very well, madam. I will surrender myself to the police. But please,” I croaked, forcing myself to tilt my chin up to look at her in the eyes, “San didn’t do anything wrong.” 

Her eyebrows twitched, “If San would be dismissed, I would like you to know that it’s your liability.” 

I raised my hand to wipe a tear that escaped my eyes, whimpering in agony. Everything was going so well. I finally accepted the huge possibility that I won’t be able to go back to my time and spend the rest of my life here—with Baekhyun.  

Then this happened. 

San was frantic when he saw that I was being escorted by two police personnel, he tried to stop them but when I gave him a smile that didn’t reach my eyes, telling him that it was okay, also thanking him for everything he had done for me. 

San called my name for the last time before I was asked to enter the police vehicle, and when I turned my head to him, the old man cupped his mouth as he teared up. I wept as I mouthed an apology for bringing him into this mess.  

The ride was filled with my sniffles, the two officers were in silence as they listened to me cry. I didn’t even see Baekhyun before I got to be imprisoned for something I was forcedly identified into. I wasn’t even able to say goodbye at the very least. 

I just want to hug him, kiss him, and to tell him that I was sorry to leave when I promised him that I’d stay. 

When the vehicle came to a halt, I waited until one of the officers would open the door of the back seat where I was seated. I was staring into space and moved robotically when I stepped out. 

However, before I could even take another step, I heard stomping of footwear getting louder, like it was getting near where I was. I peeked over my shoulder and saw Baekhyun sprinting to reach my spot. 

The officers instantly tried to stop him from getting near, but I had no idea how it happened because the next thing I knew, my arm was hurting from Baekhyun’s tight grip, and my lungs were burning from dashing away from the officers who were whistling like mad as they chased us. 

Baekhyun had told me that he knew everything about the place, that’s why I wasn’t surprised when he took a turn to a forest—trees around the area for easier to be hidden. We were both panting when we stopped running, and being the most unathletic student back in school, I sounded like I was fighting for my life. 

I was engulfed with a hug by Baekhyun, and his musky scent instantly calmed my nerves. I started sobbing as I wrapped my arms around his torso, and I could hear him sniffing as well. 

“I’m sorry, my love,” Baekhyun placed a kiss on the side of my head, tightening his arms around me. “I did not expect the chief would talk to my mother.” 

I nodded my head understandingly. 

“Father is still out of town; I have not gotten the chance to ask for help. I’m sorry I was not there,” Baekhyun croaked into my ear, “I apologize, my love.” 

Before I could even utter a response, we pulled away from each other when the distinct voice of the officers could be heard.  

We continued to run to the other side of the forest and when we saw that we were at the edge of the forest and the road could be seen, Baekhyun wanted to turn around, knowing how dangerous it would be to be seen running in the main road.  

However, before I could follow Baekhyun’s steps, I heard an extremely subtle purr of a cat. I stopped on my tracks, eyes scanning the forest to look for the familiar sound.  

Baekhyun called my name when he noticed that I wasn’t following him any longer and grabbed my hand to continue our mission. 

“Baekhyun—wait—” I pulled him back, asking him to turn his voice down. “I could hear something.” 

He scowled, but nonetheless tried to focus on the background noise if there was indeed a cat. 

My eyes widened when there was a vivid meow and a tricolor feline showed himself from behind a tree. 

It was the stray cat that I adopted! 

The cat looked straight to my eyes as if trying to communicate with me. He was unmoving for a while before walking towards the main road. 

“No,” Baekhyun tugged my arm when I took a step forward to follow the kitten. “The main road is not safe. We cannot risk—” 

“Baekhyun, that’s my cat!” I responded with a high-pitched voice. “We were both inside the wardrobe. I didn’t know that he was here.” 

He gritted his teeth, contemplating if he should let me follow the animal to the main road. With his jaw clenched, he exhaled through his nose, holding my hand as we walked to the main road as we followed the cat’s steps. 

The tricolor animal was sitting in front of the wardrobe on the side of the road, like he was waiting for me. His huge eyes were on me, and his tail was moving slowly. I stared at the cat for a few seconds until he jumped inside the wardrobe which—surprisingly—the door was opened. 

He kept looking at me then meowed when I didn’t move a muscle. Was he asking me to get inside the closet? 

I snapped out of thoughts when Baekhyun squeezed my hand he was holding. I looked at him and he had a sad smile on his face, like he was also noticing how the cat was asking me to get inside the wardrobe. 

Am I going back to my time? 

“Wait—Baekhyun, no,” I choke a sob, “I promised that I’ll stay, I’ll be fine in prison—” 

“My love,” Baekhyun cupped my face, pressing his lips on my forehead. “It’s going to be all right. Your safety is my priority. I also promised that I would always come to find you, didn't I? Can you wait until then?” 

“Baekhyun,” I whimpered, nodding my head while hugging him tight, afraid that it would be the last time I’d see him once I got back to where I really came from. “I love you.” 

He smiled sadly, placing a kiss on my lips, a tear escaped from his eye. “I love you, too.” 

I was a crying mess when we finally let go of each other. When I went inside the wardrobe, I looked at him for the last time, giving him a smile despite my tear-soaked cheeks. “Please don’t be in love with someone else,” I joked, playfully squinting my eyes on him. 

“Please don’t have somebody waiting on you,” he responded, a mischievous grin on his face. 

I bit my bottom lip to stop myself from sobbing. I nodded my head, giving him a last smile before closing the door of the wardrobe. 

February 20, 2020, 02:00 AM the date and time reads. 

I was still sitting inside the wardrobe with the door open when I felt my phone in my hand, when I remembered that I left it inside my room in the staff’s quarters. 

Was everything just a dream? 

But it was too vivid to be just a dream.  

Remembering the picture I took of Baekhyun, I opened my gallery to see if it would be there, but it was nowhere to be found. And when I examined my clothes, I was back in my Winnie the Pooh printed pajamas. 

I cried myself to sleep that night. Not because of my parents' constant fighting, or the fact that no one came into my room to comfort me, but because I was slowly being convinced that it was indeed just a dream. 

Two years had gone by, and I was about to finish my second year in university. 

I decided to major in Aerospace Engineering, minor in Physics. My parents weren’t opposed to the idea, especially when the word Engineering was present in my course. It was goddamn stressful, but I was having fun. I loved learning, and it was one of the few things I was good at. 

I met new people in uni but I was still in contact with my high school friends. Due to our busy schedules, we rarely got a chance to catch up. 

Wendy, whom I met from freshman year, introduced me to her circle of friends. Her friends weren’t all nice, but most of the time they were bearable. So, I decided, why not stick with them? 

Irene, who was the oldest among us, scolded Chaeyoung when the latter, once again, winked at some guy who passed by our table in the cafeteria. 

“Do you really have to do that to every person you see who has a dick?” Irene hissed, grabbing Chaeyoung’s chin to make her look straight ahead as she was about to break her neck from following the guy she winked at. 

I peeked over my MacBook to see the chaos that was happening at our table. Though it wasn’t new since this usually happens almost every day, it was still entertaining to watch. I shook my head before shifting my focus back on the case study I was working on. 

Chaeyoung groaned, slapping Irene’s hand away from her face. “Can you have me my little fun? I’m already stressed enough with schoolwork, please don’t add up.” 

Irene scoffed, rolling her eyes on Chaeyoung. “Please! I’ve never seen you read a single paragraph in your course.” 

“You did not just say that!” Chaeyoung dramatically gasped. “I do my part in studying, thank you very much. Just because I’m not a nerd like her, you would say that I’m not taking my studies seriously.” 

Without even looking up from the screen of my Mac, I commented, “I’m going to pretend I didn’t hear that.” 

“That’s not nice, Chaeyoung,” Wendy clicked her tongue, glaring at the youngest at the table. 

Instead of apologizing, Chaeyoung just rolled her eyes, opening her smartphone to spend her time on her precious social media profile.  

I gave Wendy a smile, shaking my head to let her know that I didn’t take it to heart. At first, I was offended whenever Chaeyoung would call me a nerd, or sometimes a pushover, but spending time with them for almost two years, I could say that I got used to it. 

Seulgi, who was majoring in Performing Arts came to the table panting as she was running across the hall. I passed her my tumbler while she caught her breath. “Thank you,” Seulgi gave my head a hug, a habit she had of hers. 

“So, guys,” Seulgi began, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand after she chugged the iced cold water in my tumbler. “I think I’ve got a date.” 

I gasped, abandoning my Mac for a moment to give Seulgi my full attention. Since I was the busiest among us when it comes to studies, I would not always be hanging out with them, and didn’t know all the details about their lives. 

I once heard from Wendy that Seulgi had liked her friend. They’ve known each other since they were kids. However, as pessimist Chaeyoung was, I got the information from her that this guy was not interested in any relationship. 

“Of course, I already I asked him out,” Chaeyoung easily responded, while rolling her eyes, when she was asked how she knew this detail. “He was cute, alright, but his friends are waaay more handsome. He’s just rich so I asked him out.” 

Seulgi had been so afraid to confess her attraction towards this friend of hers, but Wendy and I have been bugging her to do so. Irene... is just being Irene. Do whatever you want, she said. 

“And?” Wendy pressed on, eager to know the details from Seulgi. I nodded my head, smiling slyly to let her know that I was interested to know as well. 

“Well—it wasn’t like a date as in date,” Seulgi explained, chuckling nervously. “But since it was his senior year, there will be a small celebration in their house tomorrow. He asked me to come...” 

“That’s nice!” I squealed while Chaeyoung rolled her eyes. 

“I thought he really did ask you to spend the night with him or something.” 

Irene had to slap Chaeyoung’s arm so she could shut her mouth and stop ruining Seulgi’s moment. 

Chaeyoung whined, rubbing the spot where Irene hit her. “It’s true, though. I mean, good for you, Seul, but he doesn’t date! He told me himself.” 

That made me scowl, “Why is that, though? Previous bad relationship? Else, he swings for the same team.” 

Chaeyoung, the most exaggerated one she was, clapped her hands, catching the attention of other students. “I thought about that, too! I mean, his hair is pastel pink to begin with! And oh! I heard from someone that he believes that he’s a reincarnation of his great-great grandfather!” 

We rarely agree on things, but when Chaeyoung and I do, we were unstoppable. Not when I was interested in after life matters. 

“Okay—okay,” Seulgi laughed, raising both of her hands to stop me and Chaeyoung from uttering another nonsense. “He is not gay, alright? And he just has his beliefs that we all need to respect. He was named after his ancestor because of family matter, there’s nothing wrong with that.” 

I jutted my bottom lip, guilt crashed through me. “Sorry, Seul. I got excited.” 

Seulgi patted my head to let me know that she didn’t mind. Instead of apologizing, Chaeyoung made a face, turning her focus back to her phone. 

“Anyway,” Seulgi continued, “would you guys like to come?” 

Irene didn’t even waste a second to shake her head, she didn’t like being around men. “No, thanks.” While Chaeyoung pretended that she didn’t hear Seulgi’s offer. That leaves Wendy and I in the fraction.  

“I mean,” Wendy shrugged, “I’ll go. I don’t really have anything and since you asked, I’m assuming you need someone to be with?” 

Seulgi nodded her head eagerly, faking a cry on Wendy. “Thank you, Wen! You really are my friend.” 

I thought I was safe since Wendy already said that she’d go with Seulgi but when I felt two pairs of eyes burning at the side of my head, I let out a sigh, shaking my head. “I have a case study to work on.” 

Wendy made a face, closing the lid of my Mac, “Yeah, a case study that isn’t due in five weeks.” 

Seulgi held my arm, giving me a pleading look. “Please, please. I’ll buy you coffee. I need all the support I can get. This would be a once in a lifetime chance, please.” 

Sighing in defeat, I nodded my head, finally agreeing to whatever it may be. “Iced white chocolate mocha with eight pumps of mocha sauce, stirred whipped, and extra caramel drizzle.” 

“That’s not a coffee, that’s diabetes in a cup.” Seulgi commented, earning a glare from me.  

“Then have fun with Wendy and your pinked hair crush.” 

“I’m just kidding!” Seulgi laughed, opening the lid of my Mac so I could continue my work. “Text me your order, that’s too long for me to remember.” 

Seulgi didn’t specify if we need to dress up or will there be a dress code for this small celebration of her friend. Wendy and I talked on the phone, and she was stressing out because she remembered Chaeyoung’s words clearly, on how rich this Seulgi’s friend was.  

“Oh, my gosh, what if we arrived there in our jeans and dirty sneakers, then the people will be in their tuxedo and evening gown,” Wendy babbled on the line. I was still in campus, having a lecture to attend and had to go straight to the address Seulgi sent on the group chat she created specifically for this event. 

I laughed at Wendy’s state, I could hear how she was rummaging in her closet. “It’s going to be fine. We are just going to be there for Seulgi, not to impress anyone. If there would be dress code, we’ll just pretend to be one of the servers then.” 

That made Wendy laugh. I heard how she plopped on her bed, groaning on the line. “What are you wearing, anyway? You’re going straight from uni, right?” 

I examined my clothes for the day, mentally slapping my face when I chose to wear something so casual, forgetting the fact that we had to attend something in the evening for a moment this morning. “Uh... jeans, loose white t-shirt under a plaid shirt—and oh! An old Nike shoes.” 

Wendy’s whined was loud from the other line, I laughed at her reaction, already expecting this kind of reaction from her—or anyone. “Out of all days of the week, why did you dress up like a trucker today?” 

“Probably because I had a lecture that goes from nine in the morning until five in the afternoon. I need to be comfortable throughout the day, ever thought of that?” 

Wendy continued to whine, and I couldn’t do anything but shake my head, laughing at my friend’s rection. “Just wear any clothes you have. We’re going to be there for Seulgi, that would be the only purpose of our presence. To make you feel better, we’re supposed to look bad so Seulgi would look much prettier. I’m done here and I’ll be on my way in a few.” 

I had to take the subway and a bus just to get to the address we were supposed to be at. It was almost an hour travel using public transportation, though the waiting time for the subway and bus was already included in that time frame, but still. 

The Map app was opened in my phone as we, Wendy and I, looked for the address. We decided to meet up at the bus station and I was glad since it was awkward to walk in suburb area by yourself, not when the neighborhood was really that high-end. 

“I wonder how Seulgi became friends with this guy,” I pondered, looking at my phone for directions. 

Wendy linked her arms with mine, needing support as she decided to wear wedge sandals. She didn’t listen and decided to dress herself properly. Although, it was good thing to be presentable. I just felt out of place. It was my fault, anyway. 

“I heard that Seulgi’s ancestor had been working for their family since the nineteen hundred.” Wendy answered, pointing to a huge gate that was the pin destination on my phone. Finally. 

When we pressed the doorbell, the gate was opened as we mentioned Seulgi’s name. Once we got inside, I saw a house that was too familiar. My voice was stuck in my throat as I stared at the structure longer than I was supposed to. 

Wendy called my name when she noticed that I wasn’t responding to her comments about the manor and looked over her shoulder to see me frozen on my spot. “Are you okay?” 

I slowly turned my head to her, my index finger pointing to the house at front of the lot. “T-that’s—” 

“Oh,” Wendy glanced to where I was pointing at. “The security right there said that it’s where the staff stay. All carts were taken so he said that we need to walk to the main house.” 

Right then, my eyes started scanning the place slowly. It was the Byun’s manor. There were some changes, but I knew the place by heart. My heart was thumping inside my chest loudly and my fingers felt clammy. 

“Are you sure you’re okay?” Wendy held my arm; concern was evident in her voice. “You look like you’re going to pass out.” 

I forced myself to nod, giving her a tight smile. “Yeah, yeah, I’m fine. Just a bit tired.” 

She looked hesitant at first but when I grabbed her arm to walk to the main house, she threw her doubts away as she admired the manor as we walked further into the lot. 

I was honestly not feeling well, my head was spinning a little bit, I felt really nauseous, and I wanted to convince myself that it was just a coincidence, that there was no way in hell that it was true, that it really did happen in real life. 

Not when I finally truly accepted that it was just a dream. 

Not when it took me years to finally move on. 

When we were ushered into the main house’s dining hall, there were a few people already conversing with one another. I kept my mouth shut as Wendy tried to look for Seulgi who was already here as she informed. 

I sat in the corner of the dining hall while Wendy looked around the place. I felt so out of place, but it didn’t bother me that much since my focus was on how I would cope after this.  

Acceptance and moving on were the hardest things I’ve ever done in my life so far. I was unable to eat nor drink water, I was unable to function nor sleep. I didn’t know where I would go. I didn’t have someone to talk to about this. 

No one will believe me. 

It was a process of healing. Accepting that it didn’t happen. And moving on from the emotions that were built. It took me a long time, but I did it.  

But when I wanted to be there for a friend, I didn’t know that it would harm me more than I could ever possibly imagine. 

I was snapped out of my thoughts when a butler caught everyone’s attention, that being a special occasion, the family would open the library hall where antiques from their ancestors hundreds of years ago were kept. 

Wendy was an Art major, she got excited and pulled me up from the chair I was seating on. “Seulgi said that some of their ancestors were great at painting canvases. Let’s go and see!” 

I could only smile at her, not finding the strength to say anything.  

The butler would patiently explain something when someone asked. I just followed Wendy around when I noticed that Seulgi was not here with us. “Oh,” Wendy shrugged, rolling her eyes playfully, “she’s with him. She said that she’ll introduce us later.” 

I stopped in front of the document that was framed and hung on an empty wall. It was a land title. I was about to walk away from it when something caught my attention. 

Was that our home address? 

Before I could react further, Wendy hollered my name, asking me to come over as the butler would finally show the paintings she was excited about. 

Art is stupid. That was what my dad said, but it was not. Every canvas was beautiful. Even though I basically know nothing about art unlike Wendy, I still appreciated each piece that was displayed on the hall. 

I was walking further on the hall that I didn’t even notice that I’ve been separated with Wendy. From paintings, on the other side of the hall where old portraits were displayed. My lips slowly spread into a smile when photos of the old city were displayed. 

Observing each photo briefly, my feet brought me to the end of the hall where a black and white photo was taken. There was too much noise, but I know that face. 

“San,” my mouth fell open as I let out a deep trembling breath upon recognizing the man who helped me. That’s San. I couldn’t be wrong. I know his hairline as offending it might be. And it’s him. 

My chest started to heave but I forced myself to continue observing the portraits, and another photo caught my attention, it was three images merged into a single frame. It was a picture of the wardrobe that was in our attic. It was captured on an empty lot, then the next photo was the same lot, but a house was being constructed on it, then the last picture was when the house had been built completely. 

It was my parents’ house. 

My hand raised to cover my mouth as I let out a sob. I couldn’t believe this was happening right now. Then I felt my phone vibrate in my hand.  

It was notification from iCloud that the syncing of my files was completed. I was confused as I clearly remembered that I turned off the feature to automatically sync my files. I opened the back-up storage and saw the newly added photo. 

It was a blurry candid photo of a man in white dress shirt and waistcoat. 

Baekhyun. 

It was the photo I was looking for two years ago. It did exist. 

Then I saw at the very end of the hall where there was something hung on the wall; however, the lights weren’t turned on and there was a stanchion. Despite knowing that it was prohibited for a reason, I decided to follow my instinct and walk towards the stanchion. 

A painting was hung, though this side of the hall was dimmed, I could still see the messy painting. A figure hugging her knees, her feet bare, and face hidden on her folded arms, fingers were peeking out and the ring bought from the streets of Hongdae was visible. 

The painted character was such a weird interpretation, but it was my Winnie the Pooh pajamas.  

That was me. 

In the prison cell where I first met Baekhyun. 

“Baekhyun,” I whimpered, closing my eyes for a moment, trying to remember his voice, his touch, everything about him. 

When I opened my eyes to admire his messy work once more, I noticed the handwriting that was also framed below the painting. I leaned a bit to read what it says. 

“My thoughts will echo your name until I see you again. 

I’ll spend forever wondering if you knew... 

I was Enchanted to meet you.” 

I finished reading it with a deep trembling breath, my shoulders were starting to shake for wanting to wail so bad, but I knew I needed to keep it in as I didn’t want to create a scene where a lot of people around. 

I wasn’t even given a chance to calm down when I heard my name being called. The voice was Seulgi’s. I plastered a smile on my face, wiping my soaked cheeks with my hand before turning around. 

There he was, eyes were already locked on mine. 

His eyes whispered, “Have we met?” 

Across the room, his silhouette started to make its way to me. 

My eyes followed his every movement, from the way his eyes danced around my face to his pink hair that bounced with every step. 

I could feel my bottom lip quiver when he stood right in front of my eyes, our orbs locked to each other as Seulgi introduced us. 

“He’s the friend I was telling you about!” Seulgi gushed, and I felt bad that I didn’t even acknowledge her presence. “His name is Baekhyun.” 

Instinctively, I repeated his name, missing how it felt like saying his name from my lips. “Baekhyun.” 

He smiled, gently, and it was the same beautiful smile I had ever seen in my life.  

His eyes darted to the painting behind me before shifting his gaze to the ring on my finger which was similar to what was in the painting, then to my face, his orbs danced around my feature. His smile, I was so familiar with, that it could replace my anxiousness with a gentle breeze that soothed my nerves. 

“Hey.” 

This is me praying that this was the very first page. 

Not where the storyline ends. 

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𝙎𝙥𝙚𝙡𝙡𝙗𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙙

𝗦𝗽𝗶𝗱𝗲𝗿𝗺𝗮𝗻!𝗟𝗲𝗲 𝗗𝗼𝗻𝗴-𝗛𝘆𝘂𝗰𝗸 𝘅 𝗙𝗲𝗺!𝗥𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿

𝙒𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨: 𝙀𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙗𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙝𝙚𝙙 𝙍𝙚𝙡𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣𝙨𝙝𝙞𝙥, 𝙇𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙪𝙖𝙜𝙚, 𝙑𝙞𝙤𝙡𝙚𝙣𝙘𝙚, 𝙈𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣𝙨 𝙤𝙛 𝘽𝙧𝙪𝙞𝙨𝙚𝙨, 𝙎𝙡𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩 𝘼𝙣𝙜𝙨𝙩, 𝙁𝙡𝙪𝙛𝙛, 𝙎𝙥𝙞𝙙𝙚𝙧𝙢𝙖𝙣 𝙖𝙪, 𝙈𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣𝙨 𝙤𝙛 𝙨𝙝𝙤𝙤𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨, 𝙅𝙚𝙖𝙡𝙤𝙪𝙨𝙮 (𝙒𝙚𝙖𝙥𝙤𝙣𝙞𝙯𝙞𝙣𝙜!𝙅𝙚𝙣𝙤), 𝘿𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙜, 𝙎𝙢𝙪𝙩 (+18, 𝙈𝙞𝙣𝙤𝙧𝙨 𝘿𝙉𝙄), 𝙂𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙙𝙞𝙣𝙜, 𝘿𝙞𝙧𝙩𝙮 𝙏𝙖𝙡𝙠, 𝘿𝙤𝙢/𝙎𝙪𝙗 𝙪𝙣𝙙𝙚𝙧𝙩𝙤𝙣𝙚𝙨, 𝙈𝙪𝙩𝙪𝙖𝙡 𝙈𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙪𝙧𝙗𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣, 𝙃𝙪𝙢𝙥𝙞𝙣𝙜, 𝘾𝙪𝙣𝙣𝙞𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙪𝙨, 𝙛𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙚𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜, 𝘿𝙚𝙜𝙧𝙖𝙙𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣 𝙆𝙞𝙣𝙠, 𝙈𝙖𝙠𝙚 𝙐𝙥 𝙨𝙚𝙭

𝗛𝗲'𝘀 𝗷𝘂𝘀𝘁 𝘀𝗼 𝗣𝗲𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝗣𝗮𝗿𝗸𝗲𝗿 𝗰𝗼𝗱𝗲𝗱 𝘁𝗼 𝗺𝗲 𝘀𝗸𝘀𝗸𝘀𝗸𝘀

You are dreadfully aware of every single millisecond that passes without you by his side. While the seconds bleed into nanoseconds, it introduces a new string of endless possibilities that may or may not occur while Hyuck is out.

Everything that would and could go wrong.

Freak accidents of wayward punches and dodging bullets ran through your head like a freight train.

The boy was clumsy enough to get bitten by a radioactive spider for God's sake. He is quite literally drawn to disaster.

Perhaps you would have found it attractive if it was not the bane of your very existence.

"I think this is why I'm attracted to you." Hyuck had said absentminedly the previous night. "You fuss over me way too much, and I like it way too much, so really that says more about me than it does you."

"Please don't move too much, I'm almost done-" his big doe eyes bore dangerously into yours while you concluded stitching a wound on the side of his face. Thankfully, it had been a shallow laceration, but it still punctured a nasty rip in his mask.

"I also really like it when you yell at me, or like scold me really softly. It gets me excited."

You ignore his giggles, sighing while your heart panged at the bruises scattered across his face.

"Does that mean I have mommy issues, Miss Psychologist?"

Another sigh automatically unsheathed itself from your lungs as you pressed a disinfected cotton ball to his cheek and watched him wince. "I'm not a psychologist-"

"Yet." Said Hyuck.

"Yet." You nodded, "And you know I don’t believe in any of Freud's incest logic."

"Fuck," Hyuck cursed under his breath, which you intially though was from wound repair but you quickly found out was from something else.

"You're so smart," he had affirmed with wide, soaped over eyes.

"You're quite literally studying biochemistry which is far better than my silly little psychology degree."

"And humble too!?" Hyuck was quick to grab ahold of your wrist.

"Hyuck, let me finish-"

Before you could even think, he placed your palm directly on the bulge that had grown underneath his suit, "I need you, okay? Baby, I always need you," while his eyes fluttered shut, mumbling "my pretty girl," under his breath, you had been completely and utterly spellbound by his use of the word 'need'. You were pleasantly surprised at how affected you were by the notion that your outrageously smart, charismatic and not to mention literally powerful boyfriend could ever really 'need' someone like you. 'Want' is okay. 'Want' is safe and free of complexities and obligations but 'need' extended far beyond letting him fuck you as senseless as he did last night...

But the worry was a neverending story. It hit you simultaneously - multiple little televisions streaming every possible kind of disaster all at once. Everything that might happen while Hyuck is out saving Seoul, potentially needing you and you not being there.

Even the deafening blare of the music leaking out of mysterious speakers failed to keep all the dreaded inevitabilities at bay. With a solo cup of soju in one hand and your phone in the other, you opt to gaze down at your phone quivering visciously in your hand. The minimal amount of alcohol floating in your bloodstream does little to hinder your functionality as you refresh the chat.

Hyuck's contact detail attached to a cute little picture of him stuffing his face with sushi sends a viscious pang to your heart as you sit robotically on the end of the smokers couch, nestled under a cloud of perfume and cannabis. Around you, a feverish game of truth or dare has befallen with people on the adjacent couch but your mind is elsewhere.

In Hyuck's business, death would be inevitable. All that matters is the final message you sent. One that he failed to respond to.

Check in, Spider.

To which he would allay your troubles by swiftly and quickly responding with:

checking in

Always without the improper punctuation as if to let you know he was currently very busy swinging about high rises.

This time however, he failed to check in and you're left stranded in the living room of a house party in Hongdae, with no actual clue as to where in the city your boyfriend had found himself.

"I'm sure your nerd boyfriend doesn't need you to smother him all the time," it was the drunken slurs of a fellow classmate, who's grating words succeed in peeling your eyes away from your screen momentarily.

"You're not his mother." Said Jeno with a grossly charismatic smirk, only for you to stab him with the deadliest glare you can muster. Your jaw is locked, and your phone is suffocating in your iron grip.

"And I'm sure you didn't need to smother your hair in so much hair gel, but alas, we can't all have nice things."

Ignoring the hum of praise for your rebuttal, you press send on the second message:

This party sucks... please check in.

"Instead of wallowing all by yourself, you could actually try to have some fun. Perhaps loosen yourself up in the process?" Jeno sits way too close, his side, pressing into your side without a lick of space to separate you too, but the space lessens to an even bigger degree as he leans sideways. Your head is fixed on your lap as his lips brush past your ear with the unmistakable hint of soju wafting against your neck. "Truth or dare."

"What?" You ask, utterly discombobulated, having seemingly forgotten where you are. Jeno's Cheshire cat grin is unwavering as he asks, "Truth or-"

"Oh shit- someone top the volume!"

Almost like clockwork, a sea of gasps settle amongst the other patrons congesting the living room. You send Jeno a furrowed brow to look at the tv past his grinning face, only to be immediately met with an utterly nauseating scene splashed across national television. The news anchors' tone of voice robs the scene of its devastation.

"Patrons say the shootout which occured in the Seoul district of Itaewon could have been an 'unmistakable act of terror' were it not for the friendly neighborhood Spiderman who appeared just in time to rid the gunman of his bullets. Witnesses are in awe of the Spiderman's innate, superhuman reflexes which allowed him to-"

You fail to keep the panic from exploding onto your face as the news anchor drones on and on in the background. Around you, your classmates make a quip or two before quickly losing interest. This is nothing new.

"Anyway," Says Jeno, "Truth or Dare?"

But you feel utterly sick to your stomach with the notion that Hyuck flew blindly in between an open crowd and a loaded gun. Heroism be damned, what would any of it mean if he ended up fucking dead? Your boyfriend had the capacity to flood your entire brain, therefore prompting Jeno to repeat his question.

"Princess? Truth or Dare-"

You realize then that you are dreadfully obsessive. Always fearing your partner may fulfill the inevitable and get hurt and leave you. You couldn't bare to live in your own skin if you turned out to be something that Hyuck left behind...

"Dare." The voice immediately has you snapping your head away from the tv. Everything happens at once. It is as if the sun is peeking through the crowds, bathing you in unforgettable light as you look up to find the one man you've been searching for all night. Your mouth hangs open as Hyuck sits directly beside you on the armrest of the couch. His body heat immediately restores a once thirsty, inexplicable part of your soul, rendering you a muted mess.

"Shit was crazy," Says Hyuck, pointing vaguely at the screen of the television, before looking back down at you with sly smile on his lips, "Or so I hear."

His gaze is unwavering as he pushes his thick rimmed glasses further up his nose. Your eyes are restlessly taking all of him in. Scanning every crevice of his face for any unfamiliar bruise while assessing the state of his perfectly imperfect state of curly black hair. He dons an oversized white tee and loose baggy jeans - quite literally the epitome of collegiate youth, with no signs of his double life.

"Sorry bro," says Jeno, effectively breaking the spell between the two of you. Hyuck very begrudgingly removes his eyes from the side of your head before looking at Jeno, who says, "You've got to wait your turn-"

Hyuck practically whines out loud, as petulant as a child when he throws his head back and says, "Can't you just dare her to fuck me? She is my girlfriend..." Hyuck leans forward, his fingers drawing odd circles on your shoulder as he says to Jeno, "You are aware of that, aren't you, Mr Muscle-"

"Give my turn to someone else!" You rush to interject before Hyuck embarrassed himself in front of your entire department. When did he have the time to consume alcohol because he certainly is not sober?

You're bombarded by a flurry of conflicting emotions as you secure your hand around Hyuck's wrist and drag him through the party and up the stairs. Your face is utterly muddled as you try to sieve through your emotions of anger at him for ignoring your messages and for having to be a superhero. All the while, Hyuck lets you pull his him away, a lazy smile dancing on his face as he signals a thumbs up to passersby.

It is only when you're in the confines of the homeowners guest room that you're able to hear yourself think beyond the humdrum of hip hop music. Your head pounds with the force of your emotion and you're quick to pull Hyuck inside, before pushing him against the slamming door.

"Don't throw me around, I'll cum," He whines petulantly, melting into the door before squeezing his eyes shut. You give him a murderous glare as you crowd him against the door.

"No message back, Hyuck!? You're utterly unbelievable-"

"And you're utterly gorgeous. Is this a new dress?" You slap away his hand away skimming the lining of your lace mini dress - an outfit you would've liked him to appreciate at the beginning of the night, before you found out he ditched you in favor of psychotic lunatics.

"All I ask of you is to follow through with checking in! Message me! Even if it's a freaking full stop or an emoji! Even if you're not in a position to type out a full sentence - which is complete and utter bullshit by the way, I've seen you and your high-rise selfies." You're unaware that Hyuck's slightly tipsy mind is flooded with nothing but lust and adrenaline from yet another successful day of protecting his city. He's swimming in the high of gratitude, which only multiplied once he got to lay eyes on you and your black dress, your slightly drunken hooded eyes, and your glossy, lined lips. Lips that are very firmly cursing him the hell out. He really tries to be a proactive listener and take your scolding but it once again goes straight to his dick, and his hooded eyes drift from your eyes, to your lips, to the warmth of your, to your unmarked neck, to-

"Are you seriously staring at my tits right now!?"

He immediately snaps his head up to you, inadvertently pulling you close towards him until your front was flush against his front. "Let me suck on them please- I've missed you so, so much today."

You could feel your defenses waning. A boyfriend like Hyuck was a dangerous thing to have, especially since he harbored the power to distract you so easily from your anger. Your mind is fuzzy as Hyuck lowers his lips into the crook of your neck while his fingers make careful contact with the skin of your thigh.

"Missed hearing your voice, criminals are no fun." He murmurs into your neck, already sporting that needy little of tone of voice that he knew would always succeed in getting you wet. "Missed hearing you, and smelling you," his lips drift against your neck, spraying warm kisses along your collar as a distraction from his hand slipping further up your skirt...

"Do you know how boring it actually is, half the time? I still have to make police feel like they're actually doing something so some moments I'm just perched on high rises, left to my thoughts" He presses a kiss to the supple flesh of your cleavage spilling out of the dress' neckline, "Do you know what I think about, pretty girl?"

You shake your head. You're only really aware of Hyuck's hands settled on your hip under the skirt of the dress as he lifts himself from your neck. There is a small smile on his lips as he is now the one pushing you backwards.

"I think about you. I think about kissing you," his voice is airy and teasing, "I think about hugging you," the back of your knees connect with the edge of the double bed which he effortlessly pushes you down on, "I think about smelling you, and feeling you and fucking you," Hyuck's movements bleed into urgency, at having you splayed on the bed. His hands are restless on your body as he lifts your skirt to push your underwear to the side, unable to divulge anymore time to undressing. He kneels his tall frame on the ground as he pulls your thighs towards the edge of the bed. Your knees are framing his face and he looks at you from between your shaking legs.

"P-Please, Hyuck..." all your anger and all your sensibilities have all melted away in the wake of your boyfriend blowing teasingly against your exposed core. The very sight of how utterly drenched you are sends Hyuck into a frenzy.

"Fuck, babe. Don't beg like that- I told you, you're gonna make me cum."

He is unable to keep his gaze off your glistening cunt and the arousal that he spreads against your inner thighs.

"F-Fuck I need to taste you-" serves as your one and only warning before he lowers his lips to your clit. You scream into the air, back arching off the covers as Hyuck sticks his tongue out and begins to lap furiously as your vagina. He encircles a large hand around your thigh, securing your pussy firmly against your lips with no escape. You're left to endure his needy whimpering as he kisses your cunt with absolute fervour.

"F-Fuck, I- I think it's too much-" You attempt to pull away yet again but this boy is strong and very fucking needy and he refuses to let you get away from his lips suctioning your cunt while his tongue delved inside...

Your hips immediately grind your pussy further against him, only eliciting a whorish moan from him before he quickly rises. His curls bounce as he nods profusely, "Fuck, yes, baby... use my mouth okay? Please, please, please-" by the third 'please' he's attached his lips to your pussy once more, brain utterly flooded with lust and satisfaction at the feeling of your hips pushing against his face. Your movements have him nosing your cunt, evoking another strained moan from you - a moan so dirty and slutty, is has him automatically bumping his bulge against the bedpost to rhythm of his tongue moving in and out of you.

"Are you going to cum for me, Pretty Girl?" He asks, swiftly replacing his tongue with his fingers which slide so easily into your slippery cunt it had him grinding further into the bed. "Fuck- you're taking my fingers so well, baby!" His glasses fog up and clear in intervals as he nears his releases. He honestly doesn't know whether to watch how your face contorts into the glory of your orgasm or whether to watch your cunt swallow his fingers.

"You're gonna cum by humping my fingers, aren't you baby?" He more so tells himself, egging his impending orgasm along with a slow, nod while his fingers spear in and out of your pussy.

"F-Fuck, I think I'm cumming-"

You're most certainly cumming a nanosecond later, and the sight of your parted lips and the sound of your words have Hyuk whining into the air before melting into his own orgasm from rutting against the bed. His head melts in between your legs, while he completely makes out with your cunt and his fingers continue to fuck you through your orgasm. Your body is floating.

Gone are the worries.

Gone is the sliver of anger.

You're vaguely aware that this might have been Hyuck's plan all along, but you can not even bring yourself to be angry. Not when he is delivering such sincere kisses on your quivering, aching cunt.

"What the heck are you doing?" You ask, panting heavily as you watch your boyfriend be so utterly transfixed by your vagina, he's taken to whispering to it.

"I think she wants me to cum inside her next time. She's saying you should go on the pill-"

You muster enough energy to roll your eyes before saying, "take your fingers out of me-"

"But I like having my fingers inside of you-"

"Hyuck-"

"And I'm sorry, okay?" He lowers his head to press a gentle kiss to your inner thigh, "I'm sorry for not responding to your message. I promise to check in. Always."

There is no stopping your heart from melting, especially not when he is around.

"Okay," you say with a shaky breathe, "I believe you,"

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he's about to sing that I'm his only bambi

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So uh….some dude apparently recreated Adobe Photoshop feature-for-feature, for FREE, and it runs in your browser.

Anyway, fuck Adobe, and enjoy!

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wildest dreams - Q.K.

summary: you’d been down bad for Kun since the first day you saw him, but truth was, you thought the only way you’d get to have him was in your wildest dreams.

pairing: crush!Kun x Female reader

genre: fluff/smut

warnings: cursing, alcohol, kissing, lots of sexual tension, oral (m), unprotected sex, daddy kink.

word count: 7.8k

“You’re about to drool and I’m not gonna wipe the table.” 

Ten’s voice pulled you out of your thoughts as your eyes remained fixed on the dark-haired guy that chatted happily with one of his friends, waiting in line to buy tickets for a movie. With a glare, you turned your head and looked at your best friend, who just shrugged.

“I wasn’t drooling.” You stated, sitting straight and running your fingers through your hair. The male snorted.

“Sure y/n, let’s pretend you don’t undress Kun with your eyes whenever you see him.”

Offended, you smacked his shoulder. He just chuckled.

“Shut the fuck up, would you?” 

You felt the heat covering your cheeks in embarrassment, quickly glancing back at the man in question from over your shoulder. You only meant it to be a small glance, but then he smiled, and oh my god, he was so beautiful with those dimples, and that soft hair dangling perfectly over his eyes, and-

“See? You’re doing it again!” Ten mocked, slightly pushing you to bring you back to earth.

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Breaking Free

Summary: Your whole life had led up to this point, marrying Prince Minhyun had been every girl’s dream. Except yours.

Pairing: Hwang Minhyun x reader

Genre: Royal AU, angst, romance, fluff

Warnings: unhappiness within arranged marriage

Word count: 4416 

You stared into the mirror in front of you, wearing the finest gown you had ever put on. Lush fabric adorned with jewels and intricate embroidery floated around you and you felt exactly like a princess.

A princess.

An audible sigh left and deflated your chest, your best friend Anne coming up to your side. “What’s wrong? I thought you really liked the dress!”

“I do,” you started, your hands gently running over the large skirt and you admired it again in the mirror, despite the sadness within your eyes. “But I didn’t want this either.”

“Oh Y/N, don’t be silly, isn’t it every girl’s dream to grow up and marry a prince?”

Not mine.

Your family had been delighted when two months ago your name had been chosen as the suitable bride for Prince Minhyun. It had been a dream come true for all those around you, after decades of loyal, endless support to the royal family, you were the first descendant to finally propel your family forward.

Any girl would be excited to get this opportunity. But you weren’t.

Ever since you were born into this world, you had been prepped for this moment in time. But you had dreamed of another lifestyle, where you chose the boy you would marry, and further, it would be out of love.

This was far from that fantasy.

It wasn’t that Minhyun was a bad match. From the very small amount of time you had been in his company, he seemed polite and kind. But this wasn’t enough for you to build anything on before accepting marriage. Even with his handsome appearance, good credentials within education, leisure activities and socially, you were unsure if you would have even chosen him to date.

But you didn’t have a choice anyway.

This thought alone darkened your mood and a single tear slipped down your perfectly made complexion at the thought of what was to come.

Today you would be married.

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