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Kpop Idol x Reader

Content: You bother a K-pop idol, but he accidentally ends up falling for you

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You’re annoying.

At least, that’s what he’s told you. Multiple times, actually.

But do you care? Nope. Not even a little bit.

Because why should you? When your ultimate bias is standing right in front of you at every fansign, every event, every concert, looking drop-dead gorgeous as always? And if you have to be just a tiny bit insufferable to get his attention, then so be it.

��Did you miss me?” you chirp, grinning as you slide your album across the table.

He sighs. Deeply. Like he’s summoning the patience of a thousand saints just to deal with you. “Didn’t I see you last week?”

“Yup! And the week before that. And the week before that. And the week—”

“I’m sensing a pattern,” he mutters, flipping open the page. His pen hovers over it for a second before he glances up. “Should I even bother signing? You probably have my autograph a hundred times already.”

“Hundred and two, actually,” you correct, tapping your chin. “But who’s counting?”

You’ve been on his radar for months now, your presence a constant thorn in his side. While other fans scream in adoration, you’re the one who relentlessly teases him. While others shower him with compliments, you’re the one who calls him out for looking like a sleep-deprived raccoon which, in your defense, he does.

And at first, he hated it. He still does but he’s gotten more used to it now.

“You know,” you say, leaning closer as he signs your album. “If you keep staring at me like that, people are gonna think you’re in love with me.”

He chokes. Actually chokes. Coughing into his fist as his ears turn a suspicious shade of red.

“You—” He glares at you, pointing an accusatory finger. “You’re so—”

“Charming? Stunning? The love of your life?”

“I was going to say infuriating,” he deadpans.

“You got a giant pimple on your chin by the way.” You mess with him.

“Wait what?” He panics, pulling out his phone camera to look only to see you had been lying. You laugh but he just glares at you.

“I’m calling security.”

“I’m leaving! I’m leaving!” You yelp before speed-walking away.

It’s the same thing every time. You show up. You tease him. He gives you a death glare. He doesn’t hide his irritation or put on the ‘always appease the fans’ personality.

And that is why you keep coming back. It’s gotten entertaining now, he kind of expects it everytime his group is having an event. It’s kind of fun seeing you and the disaster you bring. Even if he’d rather die than admit it.

One day, you stop showing up.

It takes him a while to notice.

At first, he just thinks it’s a coincidence. Maybe you finally got bored of teasing him. Maybe you ran out of albums to get signed. Maybe you found some other idol to annoy instead of him.

It shouldn’t bother him.

And yet, it does.

He doesn’t realize how much he’s grown used to your presence until it’s gone. No smug grins at fansigns. No playful insults thrown his way. No exasperating banter that secretly made his days a little less exhausting.

The first week without you, he feels… relieved.

The second week, he feels off.

The third week, he starts searching for you in every crowd.

And by the fourth week, he knows something is wrong.

It’s not like he has a way to contact you, he doesn’t even know your full name. But, by some miracle, he finds you. It’s past midnight when he sees you again.

He almost doesn’t recognize you at first. You’re curled up on the bench of a park near his apartment, arms wrapped around yourself as the rain pours down. Your usual playful confidence is gone, replaced with something small. Fragile.

Something inside him twists at the sight.

He doesn’t think. He just moves.

“Hey.”

You flinch at his voice, eyes wide as you look up. The dim streetlight barely illuminates your face, but it’s enough for him to see the tear tracks mixed with the rain.

For the first time since he’s known you, you’re not smirking. You’re not teasing. You’re just—broken.

“What… what are you doing here?” you whisper, voice hoarse.

He frowns, ignoring the rain soaking through his hoodie as he crouches in front of you. “I could ask you the same thing.”

You let out a weak, bitter laugh. “I could give you a hundred and two reasons.”

Normally, he’d have a snarky reply ready. But right now? Right now, he just wants to know what’s wrong.

His voice is softer than he means it to be. “Y/n, what happened?”

You hesitate. For the first time, you actually hesitate. But then your shoulders shake, and suddenly, you’re unraveling right in front of him.

“Everything just—everything went wrong, and I didn’t know where else to—” You whisper, voice cracking

Your breath hitches, and before he can think twice about it, he’s already shrugging off his hoodie, draping it over you. His hand lingers on your shoulder, grounding you.

“Come on,” he says, his voice quieter now. “Let’s get you out of the rain.”

You blink at him, like you can’t quite believe this is happening. Like you were expecting him to brush you off. But he doesn’t. Because right now, you’re not the annoying fan who used to drive him insane.

Right now, you’re just you. Another person just like him.

You don’t argue. You just let him help you up. And as he leads you inside to his apartment, away from the cold, away from whatever is haunting you, he realizes something.

He’s missed you.

You’re dry now. Mostly. His apartment looks nice. You can’t believe how many times you’ve walked past the area oblivious to the fact your favorite kpop idol lives right there.

Sitting on his couch, wrapped in a blanket that smells faintly of laundry detergent and something undeniably him, you grip the cup of tea he shoved into your hands the second you stepped inside. You’re still cold, though. Not from the rain, but from everything else.

He’s sitting across from you, his shirt damp from the rain, arms crossed as he leans back. He hasn’t asked you to leave. Hasn’t told you you’re being annoying. Hasn’t even made a sarcastic comment.

You let out a slow breath, staring at the steam rising from the tea. “You don’t have to be nice to me, you know.”

He exhales sharply through his nose. “Trust me, I know.”

That earns the faintest hint of a smile from you, but it disappears as quickly as it came. The silence stretches between you, thick and unfamiliar. Normally, you’d fill it with some dumb remark, poke at him just to see him roll his eyes.

But tonight you don’t have the energy.

“I don’t even know why you let me come here,” you admit. “It’s not like we’re actually friends.”

His jaw clenches, but he doesn’t argue.

You let out a humorless laugh, shaking your head. “But I appreciate it since nothing in my life is going right.”

He watches you, eyes unreadable. “Yeah?”

You scoff, curling further into the blanket. “Yeah.”

And then, before you can stop yourself, you start talking.

You tell him about your job that sucks. About the bills that won’t stop piling up. About how it feels like the universe has some personal vendetta against you.

And then, finally—

“…And then I found out my boyfriend was cheating on me.”

You don’t look at him when you say it. It’s less embarrassing that way. But he stills. You don’t notice at first, too busy staring at the swirling tea in your mug.

“…Boyfriend?” His voice is sharper than you expect.

You glance up, confused by the expression on his face.

His brow furrows. “You have a boyfriend?”

There’s something off about the way he says it. Something tense. Like he’s testing the words out, like they feel wrong in his mouth.

You blink. “Had.”

His eyes flick to yours. Just for a second. Enough for you to see relief flicker in them, but it’s gone before you can process it.

“Huh.” He leans back, arms still crossed, gaze flicking to the side. “Didn’t know that.”

You let out a bitter laugh. “Guess it doesn’t matter now, does it?”

He doesn’t answer right away. And when he finally does, his voice is quieter.

“No. Guess not.”

Another silence. This one is heavier than before.

You sip your tea, pretending not to notice the way his fingers tighten slightly on his arm. Pretending not to notice the way he hasn’t looked at you since you said ‘had’.

And he? He pretends he doesn’t care. Even though, for some reason, he does. More than he wants to admit.

“I should’ve known,” you mutter, voice dull. “He was always too smooth. Too good at talking his way out of things.”

Across from you, he shifts, watching you carefully. “How’d you find out?”

You snort. “Instagram.”

His brows raise slightly, like he wasn’t expecting that.

“I was so stupid,” you continue, laughing bitterly. “This whole time, I thought I was paranoid. I even told myself, no, you’re just overthinking it. But then, boom—he slips up. Some girl posts a story of them together at a hotel. Tags him in it. And just like that, it’s over.”

You don’t even realize you’re gripping the blanket tighter until you feel the fabric bunch beneath your fingers.

Silence.

And then—

“…He’s an idiot.”

You blink, looking up.

He’s staring at you now, expression unreadable, but his voice is firm. Steady.

You let out a scoff. “Tell me something I don’t know.”

His gaze flickers over your face. For a moment, he looks like he wants to say something else. But instead, he just leans forward, resting his arms on his knees.

“You mad at him?”

You think about it. Let the question settle in your chest.

“…No.” You exhale. “I’m just mad at myself.”

His brow furrows slightly. “Why?”

“Because I let it happen.” You shake your head. “I should’ve seen the signs. I should’ve trusted my gut. I wasted so much time on him, and for what?”

The words taste bitter in your mouth. But before you can dwell on it, he exhales, running a hand through his damp hair. “You’re not the only one who’s been through it, you know.”

You blink. “What?”

His jaw clenches, like he’s debating whether or not to say more. But then he sighs, shaking his head. “I’ve been there too. The whole ‘getting cheated on’ thing.”

Your eyes widen. Someone cheated on him? Were they stupid? “Wait. You?”

He nods once, gaze flicking to the side.

You sit up straighter, fully invested now. “Who?”

At that, he hesitates. His fingers tap lightly against the couch, a nervous habit you’ve never seen from him before.

“You have to promise you won’t tell anyone.”

You blink at him, taken aback by the sudden seriousness in his tone. “Do I need to sign an NDA?”

“That’d probably be a good idea” he says, looking at you now, eyes sharp and unwavering, “But I don’t have any lying around so just promise not to blabber.”

You pause. Then, with the most solemn expression you can muster, you raise a hand. “I solemnly swear that I, Y/n L/n, will take this secret to my grave.”

Huh, so that was your full name. Then, after another long pause, he finally says it.

“Myra.”

Your brain short-circuits. “Wait. Kim Myra?”

Kim Myra—the nation’s sweetheart, lead vocalist of Lulupop, one of the biggest girl groups in the industry? The same Kim Myra who made headlines last year for her K-drama debut?

That Myra?

“She cheated on you?” you say, still trying to process the information.

He lets out a short, humorless laugh. “Yup.”

“With who?”

Another pause. And then, with a sigh, he mutters, “Kevin.”

Your jaw drops.

Kevin Ngyuen the half Vietnamese and half Korean actor? Her flipping co-star in that ridiculously popular debut drama she starred in last year. The one everyone swore had “undeniable chemistry.” The one she denied being involved with a thousand times in interviews.

“Holy shit,” you breathe. “Are you serious?”

“Dead serious.” He leans back, rubbing his temples. “It was a whole thing. I found out during the drama’s press tour. They were sneaking around behind my back for months.”

You stare at him, mind racing. “How did this not get out?”

He gives you a flat look. “Come on. You really think companies let this stuff leak?”

That gets your attention. You shift, turning to face him fully. “Okay, spill. How often does this actually happen? Because every time an idol gets exposed for dating, people act like it’s some rare phenomenon.”

He scoffs. “Please. It happens all the time.”

You gape at him. “All the time?”

He nods, stretching his legs out. “Most idols date in secret. Sometimes it’s other idols, sometimes it’s actors, sometimes it’s staff. Hell, sometimes it’s fans.”

Your eyes widen. “Fans?”

He shrugs. “Yeah. Not often, but it happens.”

Your mind is spinning. The media paints idols as these untouchable figures, too busy to date, too devoted to their careers. But here he is, casually confirming that half the industry is dating behind closed doors.

“So let me get this straight,” you say, crossing your arms. “You’re telling me that while we, the peasants, are out here fighting over crumbs of interactions, you guys are out there secretly dating each other?”

He smirks. “Pretty much.”

You groan, flopping back against the couch. “I feel so betrayed.”

He actually laughs at that—a real laugh, not the sarcastic ones he usually gives you. And for some reason, it makes something warm settle in your chest. You watch him carefully. For the first time, he looks… vulnerable. Not the cocky idol who always rolled his eyes at you. Not the guy who (rightfully) acts like you were the most annoying person in the world.

Just a guy who got his heart broken, the same way you did.

“…She’s an idiot,” you say eventually.

He glances at you, lips twitching. “Tell me something I don’t know.”

The rain has slowed to a faint drizzle, tapping softly against the window. You’re still curled up on his couch, still wrapped in his blanket, still reeling from the fact that you just got industry tea straight from the source.

And yet, the weirdest part?

You’re not freaking out.

Like, logically, you should be. You’re in the apartment of a K-pop idol. But here you are, having a normal conversation with him like this is just… a thing that happens.

He shifts, resting an arm against the back of the couch. Then, almost absentmindedly, he mutters, “You know… this is the first time I’ve let a stranger into my house.”

You blink, caught off guard. “Huh?”

He tilts his head slightly, watching you. “I’ve never talked to a fan like this before, let alone allow one into my place.”

You let out a small laugh. “This is kind of crazy, isn’t it?”

He raises an eyebrow. “What is?”

“This.” You motion between the two of you. “I’m literally sitting in a celebrity’s house, and I’m not even freaking out. It’s like…” You trail off, thinking.

“…Like?” he prompts.

You shrug. “Like we’ve been friends or something for years.”

His lips twitch. “Oh, a friend, huh?”

You don’t miss the way his gaze sharpens, playful and teasing. Then, with a smirk, he leans forward just slightly. “You probably have, like, a gajillion pictures of my face in your camera roll.”

Your face heats. “I—okay, first of all—”

“Oh, I hit a nerve, didn’t I?” His smirk widens. “How many are we talking? A hundred? Two hundred?”

You cross your arms. “I don’t have that many.”

He hums, unconvinced. “You sure?”

“Okay, maybe a few, but that’s normal—”

“So you do like me.”

You sputter. “Excuse me?”

His eyes gleam with amusement, head tilting slightly. “You like me.”

“I used to like you,” you correct quickly, pointing an accusatory finger at him. “Past tense.”

He snorts. “Right. Past tense.”

“Yes.”

There’s a beat of silence. Then—

“Still doesn’t explain why you showed up to every fansign just to bother me.”

You groan. “Oh my god, can you let it go?”

He chuckles, clearly enjoying this way too much.

You decide to change the subject before he can keep teasing you. “Anyway. Moving on. We’re getting off track.”

He smirks but doesn’t argue.

And somehow, just like that, the conversation flows into something easier. More natural.

You talk about random things—childhood memories, weird pet peeves, stupid things you’ve both done. And the more you talk, the more you realize just how much you actually have in common.

You both hate the taste of parsley. You both secretly love trashy reality TV. You both have a fear of roaches.

“They’re just creepy, okay?” he mutters.

You nod solemnly. “Agreed.”

“That’s so exhausting,” you mutter as he rambles on about the complicated life of being a celebirty.

“Welcome to the industry.”

You tilt your head, watching him. “Do you ever regret it?”

The question catches him off guard. His brows furrow slightly, and for a moment, he doesn’t answer.

Then, after a beat, he exhales. “I don’t know. Some days, yeah. But I signed up for this, so…” He shrugs.

You don’t know why, but the way he says it—so nonchalant, so matter-of-fact—makes your chest feel a little tight. Because for all the glamour, all the fame, all the screaming fans and flashing cameras… it must be lonely. And you’re starting to wonder if he’s lonelier than he lets on.

You shift slightly, resting your head against the couch. “You know,” you say, staring at the ceiling, “I always thought being an idol was, like, the dream life.”

He snorts. “Yeah? Still think that now?”

You hum, considering. “I mean… parts of it, sure. The music, the performances. But all the other stuff? The restrictions, the constant scrutiny, the… fake smiles?” You glance at him. “I don’t think I’d last a day.”

His lips quirk slightly. “Yeah. You’re too stubborn to follow company rules.”

You gasp. “Excuse me?”

“You heard me.” He smirks, shifting so he’s facing you fully. “They’d tell you to keep your head down, and you’d be out there starting fights with reporters.”

You cross your arms. “I would not.”

He raises an eyebrow.

“…Okay, maybe I would,” you admit. “But that’s beside the point.”

His chuckle is soft, barely there. But you hear it. And for some reason, it makes something warm settle in your chest.

“You know,” he murmurs, breaking the silence, “you’re not what I expected.”

You blink. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

He tilts his head, studying you. “I don’t know. I just figured… I don’t even know what I figured. But it wasn’t this.”

You raise an eyebrow. “Wasn’t what?”

He exhales, shaking his head. “I don’t know. You’re just… normal.”

You let out a dramatic gasp. “Wow. What a compliment.”

He laughs, low and breathy. “Shut up. You know what I mean.”

And yeah. Maybe you do.

You stretch your arms above your head, letting out a yawn. “Whatever. You don’t even know me.”

He scoffs. “Same could be said about you.”

But that makes you sit up, an eyebrow raised. “No, see, I actually do know you.”

He leans back against the couch, smirking. “Oh yeah?”

You nod, shifting to face him. “For example—you grew up with a corgi.” You pause for effect. “Your favorite anime is fruit basket. You trained for five years before debuting. You love mint chocolate—”

At that, he suddenly bursts out laughing.

You blink. “What?”

“Oh my god.” He covers his face with his hand, still laughing. “That is so wrong.”

Your brows furrow. “Huh?”

“My favorite anime is blood C” he says, “But that was too graphic for my label so I had to lie about it”

“And I hate mint chocolate.” He shakes his head, still grinning. “My company made me lie about that too.”

You gasp. “Are you serious?”

He stretches his legs out, exhaling dramatically. “They assigned me this whole personality—‘the sweet, playful vocalist who loves cute things. They made me do so much aegyo during our rookie days. I swear, I was dying inside. Like geniunelly an angel lost its wings everytime they made me sing that fuck ass ottoke ottoke song.”

At that, you lose it, laughing so hard your sides hurt.

“Wow. So all those ‘cute’ moments in variety shows—”

“Forced. Every single one.”

You shake your head, still grinning. “Damn. Your whole life on camera is a lie.”

“Pretty much.” He sighs, shaking his head.

You tilt your head. “Yeah, okay. Who is the real you, then?”

He leans back, thinking for a moment. Then, he starts listing.

“I hate aegyo, if that wasn’t obvious by now. I suck at cooking, but I can make instant ramen taste amazing. I get restless if I sit in one place too long. I used to sneak out during trainee days just to take a breather because the dorms were hell.”

You listen intently as he continues.

“I love staying up late. I overthink a lot. I hate being told what to do. And—” He pauses, eyes flicking toward the ceiling in thought. “—oh. When I was a kid, I once cried for, like, three hours straight because my ice cream fell on the floor.”

You burst out laughing. “Three hours?!”

“It was tragic, okay?” He places a hand on his chest dramatically. “And I was five.”

You shake your head, still laughing. “Wow. You were a menace.”

“Still am,” he quips.

You roll your eyes, but the warmth in your chest lingers.

Then—his gaze shifts back to you, curiosity flickering in his eyes.

“Okay, your turn.”

You blink. “Huh?”

He tilts his head. “I just told you who I really am. Now it’s your turn.” He smirks. “Because as far as I know, you’re just an obsessed fan with a messy life.”

You huff, crossing your arms. “Wow. Rude.”

“Am I wrong?”

“…No, but still.”

His smirk deepens. “So? Who are you, really?”

You open your mouth, then close it. Because, honestly? You’re not sure how to answer that. And for the first time tonight… you think he can tell. You fidget with the edge of the blanket draped over you, suddenly feeling exposed under his gaze.

“Who am I, really?” you echo, stalling.

He shrugs, tilting his head slightly. “Yeah. Since, y’know, I actually answered.”

You roll your eyes. “Okay, okay. Geez.”

But now that the question is out there, you don’t know where to start. Because who are you, really? You could go the surface-level route—basic facts, the kind of stuff you’d put in a ‘get to know me’ post. Or you could be real, like he was, peeling back the layers, saying the stuff you don’t usually admit. Your fingers tighten around the fabric of the blanket. He’s watching you, waiting. And for some reason, despite how ridiculous this entire situation is, you kind of want to answer honestly.

So you exhale and start.

“I’m the kind of person who laughs at their own jokes before even finishing them.” You scoff at yourself. “I stay up way too late and regret it every morning. I’m really bad at responding to texts, even though I always have my phone on me. And I—” You hesitate, but push forward. “—I overthink everything. Like, everything. I make up problems that don’t even exist sometimes, just so I have something to be stressed about.”

You let out a breathy laugh, shaking your head. “Oh, and I have a terrible habit of pretending I’m okay when I’m actually so not.”

You glance at him, expecting—what? Judgment? Pity? You’re not sure.

But he’s just watching you. Quietly. Like he’s actually listening.

So you continue.

“I get attached to people way too easily. It’s honestly embarrassing. And I hate it, because most of the time, they don’t even care that much about me in return.” You shrug, forcing a small smile. “Guess that’s my fault, though. I expect too much from people.”

You don’t know why you’re saying all this. Maybe it’s because you’re tired, or maybe it’s because, for once, you don’t feel like you have to pretend.

Either way, the words just keep coming.

“I act all tough, but I take things way too personally. If someone I care about starts acting distant, I automatically assume I did something wrong.” You huff out a laugh. “I hate that about myself, honestly. But, y’know… can’t really turn my brain off.”

You fall silent, staring at the fabric in your hands, feeling weirdly vulnerable.

Then—

“That,” he says, voice softer than before, “was not what I was expecting.”

You scoff. “Yeah, well. Neither was tonight.”

He chuckles. Then, after a beat—

“You know what’s funny?”

You glance at him. “What?”

He leans back, arms crossed, smirking slightly. “For someone who annoys the hell out of me, you sound a lot like me.”

You blink. “Wait. You overthink everything too?”

“All the time.” He exhales through his nose. “It’s exhausting.”

You let out a soft laugh, shaking your head. “Well, damn. Maybe I do know you.”

His gaze lingers on you for a second longer. Then—

“Yeah.” His lips twitch. “Maybe you do.”

You glance over at him, unsure how to break the silence, but he speaks first.

“You can stay the night if you want.”

You blink, caught off guard. “Huh?”

His voice is low, relaxed, like he’s been thinking about it for a while. “I mean, it’s getting late, and you’ve been through enough tonight. You can stay in the guest room. No pressure.”

Your heart races a little at the offer, and you instinctively open your mouth to decline. “Nah, it’s really fine. The weather’s—”

Just as you’re about to finish, a sudden crack of thunder shakes the walls.

You freeze, looking toward the window, and the hairs on your arms stand on end. You glance at him, confused. “That was… loud.”

Before you can say anything else, the wind picks up, howling against the glass. The first hailstone hits the window with a sharp thunk, followed by another, and then another.

You’re caught in the sudden chaos of weather. The storm that had seemed far off only moments ago now feels like it’s directly on top of you.

He watches you, his eyes soft but firm. “Yeah. It’s now hailing outside. You’re not going anywhere.”

You blink, feeling a rush of uncertainty. “But I—”

“Stay,” he insists, his voice calm, reassuring. “You can’t go out in this. It’s not safe.”

You swallow, the sudden realization hitting you that he’s right. The storm is now battering against the windows with intensity. The wind howls, the thunder rumbles louder, and the hail sounds almost like it’s trying to break through the glass.

You hesitate. “But I don’t want to be a bother—”

He cuts you off, eyes not leaving yours, his tone gentle but firm. “It’s fine. Really. It’s just one night.”

You open your mouth to argue again, but the sheer thought of stepping out into the storm is enough to make you reconsider. The last thing you need right now is to get caught out there, drenched and cold.

With a reluctant sigh, you nod. “Okay. Fine. I’ll stay. But only because the weather is insane.”

He gives a small nod of satisfaction, his expression softening just a touch. He stands, stretching his legs. “I’ll show you the guest room. It’s just down the hall.”

You follow him down the hallway, the quiet hum of the apartment now replaced with the distant rumble of thunder and the sharp tink-tink of hail.

He leads you into a modestly furnished guest room, with a neatly made bed and soft, dim lighting that creates a warm, inviting atmosphere.

“Make yourself at home,” he says, his voice more casual now. “I’ll leave you to it. Let me know if you need anything.”

You glance back at him, feeling a little out of place but oddly comfortable. “Thanks.”

He hesitates in the doorway for a moment, looking at you like he’s about to say something else, but then he just nods once and leaves.

As you settle into the bed, the storm outside continues to rage, but inside, everything feels calmer, quieter. You close your eyes, trying to shake the feeling of being in his space, of being taken care of.

The storm doesn’t let up. If anything, it gets worse. You can hear the wind howling through the cracks of the apartment, the heavy thunk of hailstones smacking against the windows.

You should be sleeping. But you’re not.

Instead, you’re lying on your side, staring at the ceiling, your mind racing too fast to settle.

There’s a soft knock at the door.

You sit up slightly. “Yeah?”

The door creaks open, and he steps inside, rubbing the back of his neck. He looks… uneasy, like he’s debating whether or not he should even be here.

“I, uh—” He hesitates. “Couldn’t sleep.”

You exhale a small laugh. “Yeah, me neither.”

He nods, lingering by the doorway before eventually sighing and stepping inside. “The storm’s kinda loud.”

You smirk. “You scared or something?”

He scoffs. “No.” Then, after a beat, “Just… restless.”

You watch as he walks over, hesitating before sitting on the edge of the bed. He’s close, closer than before. The dim lighting casts soft shadows on his face, highlighting the way his jaw tightens, the way his fingers press against his knees like he’s holding himself back from something.

The air shifts.

Neither of you speak, but you can feel it, the weight of everything unsaid pressing into the space between you.

You swallow. “What?”

His gaze flickers to yours. “What?”

“You’re looking at me like…” You trail off, suddenly self-conscious.

He doesn’t answer right away. Just studies you, his lips parting slightly like he’s about to say something, but then—

He kisses you.

It happens so fast you barely process it. His lips press against yours. Firm, hesitant, like he’s not sure if he’s making a mistake but can’t stop himself.

Your breath catches.

It’s warm. It’s soft. It’s…

Over too soon.

He pulls back immediately, his eyes widening like he just broke every unspoken rule in existence.

“Shit,” he breathes out, running a hand through his hair. “I—” He stands up abruptly, pacing. “That was, fuck. That was so unprofessional of me.”

You blink, still trying to process what just happened. “Unprofessional?”

He groans. “I mean you’re a fan. You were literally crying outside my apartment, like—this is just—” He groans again, dragging his hand down his face. “I shouldn’t have done that.”

You just stare at him. “So… was it bad?”

He freezes.

Slowly, he turns to you, blinking like the thought never even occurred to him. “…What?”

You raise an eyebrow. “The kiss. Was it bad?”

He looks almost offended. “No. That’s not the point.”

You tilt your head, lips twitching. “So it was good?”

He glares at you. “Stop.”

You can’t help it, you laugh.

Because despite his whole internal crisis, despite the way he’s pacing like he just ruined his career or something, he kissed you first.

And that means something.

He sighs, exasperated, before finally looking at you again. His expression softens—just slightly. “I’m serious. That was…” He exhales. “It shouldn’t have happened.”

You hum, still amused. “But it did.”

The moment is thick with tension, something unspoken hanging between the two of you, stretching out like an invisible thread waiting to snap.

“This.” His voice is edged with something unsteady as he gestures vaguely between the two of you, his fingers twitching like he wants to take the word back as soon as it leaves his lips. “I wasn’t supposed to—” His sentence cuts off abruptly, his jaw clenching hard as if he's physically stopping himself from saying more.

You narrow your eyes, your gaze locking onto his, searching for whatever it is he’s trying so desperately to keep from you. “Wasn’t supposed to what?”

His eyes flicker to yours for only a second, but it’s enough. Enough to send something sharp and unexpected shooting through you, making your breath hitch in your throat.

“…Start liking you.”

The words are so quiet, you almost think you imagined them. They are hesitant, fragile, as though speaking them aloud makes them more real than he’s ready for. Like he’s admitting something he never planned to, something he never thought he’d have to.

Your stomach flips, and suddenly, for the first time since the kiss, you’re the one feeling thrown off balance.

You blink at him, unsure if you even heard him correctly. “You—”

“Forget it,” he mutters quickly, already shaking his head, a muscle ticking in his jaw like he regrets every syllable. “Just—”

“No.” You sit up straighter, your voice firm. “You can’t just say that and expect me to forget it.”

He exhales sharply, his gaze darting away from you. “I know. I just…” He groans under his breath, dragging a hand through his hair in clear frustration. “This is a mess.”

You study him carefully, taking in every detail—the tension in his shoulders, the way his fingers clench at his sides, the unmistakable war waging behind his eyes. He looks so genuinely conflicted, like he’s fighting against himself, and maybe he is.

And then, because you can’t help yourself, because some part of you needs to hear him say it again, you murmur, “You liking me is a mess?”

His head snaps back toward you, and for a brief moment, he looks utterly, completely exasperated. “Yes. Obviously. You’re a fan—”

“Was a fan,” you interject smoothly, crossing your arms over your chest.

He glares. “That doesn’t make this any better.”

You smirk. “I think it does.”

He exhales sharply, shaking his head in frustration. “You’re impossible.”

You simply grin at him, but inside, your heart is pounding. Because it doesn’t matter how much he denies it, how much he tries to fight it—the truth is out now. He likes you. He wasn’t supposed to, he doesn’t want to, but he does. And now, neither of you knows what to do with it.

Outside, the storm continues to rage, wind and rain slamming against the windows, but inside, you’re both just standing there, frozen in this moment, waiting for something—anything—to break the silence.

You shift slightly on the bed, tilting your head at him. “So, let me get this straight.”

He pinches the bridge of his nose, already looking pained. “Oh my God.”

“You kissed me.”

“Yes, I know.” His tone is flat, resigned.

“And you like me.”

He groans, running a hand down his face. “I literally just said that.”

You smirk. “And somehow that’s the problem?”

His hands drop to his sides, and he just stares at you, completely unamused. “Yes.”

You swallow, forcing yourself to keep your voice casual. “Okay.”

He blinks, his brows furrowing. “Okay?”

You nod, leaning back on your hands, your expression unreadable. “Okay. So don’t like me, then.”

His jaw tightens, his entire body going rigid. “I should go,” he says suddenly, voice stiff.

He says he should go. But he doesn’t move. Instead, he just stands there, staring at you like you’re the most frustrating puzzle he’s ever had to solve. And maybe you are.

You tilt your head slightly, a teasing edge to your voice. “Still here.”

His jaw clenches harder. “I know.”

Your smirk widens. “So much for I should go.”

He groans, dragging a hand down his face before muttering, “You are the most annoying person I’ve ever met.”

You shrug, entirely unfazed. “Not the first time you’ve said that.”

“I meant it every time.”

The air between you shifts again, the tension mounting, thick and almost suffocating. You don’t know how you got here, how things escalated to this point, how you went from being someone he wanted nothing to do with—to whatever this is.

He sighs, finally breaking eye contact, his shoulders tense. “This is a bad idea.”

You hum in agreement. “Probably.”

He turns back to you, eyes searching yours, his voice low. “Then why aren’t you stopping me?”

You swallow, suddenly hyperaware of how close he’s gotten. You should stop him. You should say something to break the tension, to shift the mood before it spirals into something neither of you can take back.

“Because you don’t want me to.” You whisper

His breath catches. And just like that, whatever restraint he had left—snaps.

Because the second his gaze drops to your lips again—

You pull him back in. This time, it’s different. This time, it’s desperate.

You barely have time to react before his hands are on you again—one curling into the back of your hair, the other gripping your waist, tugging you forward until there’s no space left between you. His lips crash against yours, and you can feel the restraint he’s been holding onto for so long break completely.

You match his intensity, your fingers twisting into his shirt, pulling him closer, like you need to feel all of him. His hands tighten on you in response, and then suddenly, he’s moving, guiding you back until your legs hit the mattress.

You fall back slightly, breath hitching as he follows, hovering over you, his weight pressing down in the most intoxicating way. His lips leave yours just long enough to trail down, grazing your jaw, your neck—hot, open-mouthed kisses that send shivers down your spine.

“Shit,” you breathe, gripping his shoulders.

He exhales sharply, like your voice alone is enough to make him lose whatever control he has left. His teeth graze your skin, and you shudder, your fingers tangling into his hair.

You exhale a little laugh, breaking the silence. “I so have to sign an NDA now, don’t I?”

He opens one eye, glancing at you, a teasing smirk tugging at his lips. “You gonna keep showing up to my events?”

You tilt your head, raising an eyebrow. “Are you implying I’ve been stalking you this whole time?”

He lets out a soft laugh, turning to face you fully. “No. But you did seem pretty persistent.”

You grin, leaning back on your hands. “Guess I can’t argue with that.”

He sighs, rolling onto his side to face you. “Then yeah. You’ll need an NDA.”

You bite your lip, pretending to think about it, then nod slowly. “Fine, I’ll sign. But only if you promise to stop acting like I’m some crazy fan who’s not actually pretty cool.”

He chuckles, his eyes twinkling with something you can’t quite place. “You’re definitely crazy, but I’ll admit, you’re kind of cool.”

You roll your eyes, but there’s warmth in your chest. “Oh, thanks.”

He shrugs, but the smile never leaves his face. “You’re welcome.”

The storm outside has finally quieted, leaving only the occasional distant rumble as a reminder of how chaotic things once were. The space between you and him is still charged with everything you’ve just shared, but there’s a peaceful calm settling in. The kind that comes with knowing that, no matter how strange or messed up this situation is, there’s something real here. Something that sticks.

You look over at him. He’s lying back on the pillow, his eyes closed, a faint smile on his lips, but there’s something different about the way he’s looking at you now—something softer.

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baekhyunsbestie · 6 months ago

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⟢ : STICKY !? ★.ᐟ

exo x f!reader ; the exos n their fave ways to obliterate that coochie 🥰 ⟢ requested by this lovely anonie <3 ty babie!

content: 18+/mdni 3.5k+ words. established relationships. talking u thru it. bulge kink. rough. possessive. marking. overstimulation. explicit language. breeding kink. p in v. creampie. raw juseyooooo <3

⟢ jongin

standing backshots. jongin doesn’t just fuck—he devours. he takes his time, lets the anticipation build, makes you feel every second of his attention before he finally gives you what you’re begging for. and standing backshots? it’s his favorite because it’s raw, desperate, and so damn deep.

his hands are firm on your hips, pulling you back against him as his chest presses into your back, his breath hot against your neck. he likes keeping you right on the edge, teasing, dragging himself along your slick folds, letting you shiver before he finally pushes in.

“fuck, baby,” he groans, voice thick, rough. “so tight—how are you always this tight for me?”

his grip tightens the second you try to move, holding you in place, forcing you to take every inch at his pace. his fingers dig into your hip, guiding you back onto him, slow and deliberate, making sure you feel just how deep he is. and when he finally pulls almost all the way out? he gives you one warning—one low, husky “stay still.”

and then he slams forward, knocking the air from your lungs, your palms pressing into the nearest surface to keep yourself steady. he’s merciless. deep, measured thrusts, grinding into you between each snap of his hips, making sure you’re stretched around him, taking everything he gives you.

“you hear that?” his voice is almost teasing, breathless. “hear how fucking wet you are for me?”

and when your legs start shaking, threatening to give out, he’s already there. one arm wraps around your waist, holding you up, keeping you locked against him as he drives into you from behind, relentless. his lips are on your neck, kissing, biting, whispering filth against your skin as he loses himself in you.

“uh uh, baby. don’t you run from me.” his palm presses into your lower stomach, feeling the way he fills you, the way your body molds around him. “stay your ass right here. i’m not done with you yet.”

he’ll make sure you don’t forget it.

⟢ chanyeol

cowgirl. omg congratulations to you for bouncing on it!!!!!!!!!! chanyeol loves the way you look when you’re on top. all of you—spread out for him, trembling above him, completely at his mercy even when you’re the one in control. he wants to feel you, watch you, let you take him however you want, but if you think for even a second that he’ll just sit back and let you have your way? you’re dead wrong.

his hands are everywhere. gripping your waist, smoothing up your thighs, grabbing handfuls of your ass as he helps you move, his fingers digging into your skin as he watches you take him in, slow and teasing.

“fuck, baby.” his voice is low, wrecked, barely holding himself together. "you feel so fucking good—look at you, riding me so well."

he tries to let you set the pace, he really does, but the second you slow down, teasing, grinding instead of bouncing? his patience snaps.

his hands tighten on your hips, holding you still as he thrusts up into you, deep and sharp, knocking the breath right out of you.

“you think you can play with me?” his voice is a rasp, his head falling back against the pillows for a second before his dark, blown-out eyes find yours again. “nah, baby. you wanna tease me? you better be ready for this.”

he grabs you, pulling you flush against his chest, his arms caging you in as he plants his feet against the mattress and starts fucking up into you—hard. his grip is unrelenting, forcing you to take it, making sure you feel every thick, deep stroke.

“shit—you're gripping me so tight—fuck.”

he’s panting now, his lips brushing against your ear, his groans turning into deep, desperate moans as he loses himself in the way you feel around him. one hand slides up your back, threading through your hair, tugging just enough to tilt your head back as he leans in, lips hovering over yours.

“say my name, baby.” his voice is wrecked, pleading, demanding. “louder. let me hear you.”

and when you finally give him what he wants, his control snaps completely. he flips you over in one move, pinning you beneath him, his hands on either side of your head as he drives into you, raw and desperate, completely consumed by you.

“fuck, i need you—i need all of you—” his forehead presses against yours, his breath mixing with yours, his hips snapping faster, “you're mine, baby. you're fucking mine.”

and he’ll make sure you never forget it.

⟢ sehun

missionary (but make it intense). sehun might seem nonchalant on the outside, but don’t let that fool you. when he has you beneath him, pinned down, there’s nothing gentle about the way he takes you. missionary with him isn’t just some slow, sweet affair—it’s raw, primal, and so deeply intimate that you can’t escape his gaze, even if you wanted to.

his hands are everywhere— fingers laced with yours, pinning your wrists above your head as he presses his body against yours, chest to chest, hips locked together. his thrusts are deep, measured, deliberate, each one hitting you right where you need him, each one dragging out a gasp, a moan, a whimper that only fuels him more.

his eyes stay locked on yours, dark and blown out, his breath mingling with yours as he leans in, his lips just barely brushing against yours with every thrust.

“you feel that?” his voice is a low growl, sending shivers down your spine as he grinds his hips against yours, making sure you feel every inch of him. “you’re mine—every fucking part of you.”

and he doesn’t just say it—he shows it. he shifts, angling his hips just right, making you arch up off the bed, your nails dragging down his back, your legs wrapping tighter around his waist.

his lips find your neck, teeth scraping gently before sucking a mark into your skin, claiming you in every possible way. his hands move from your wrists to your thighs, gripping, pulling you impossibly closer, deeper.

“look at me,” he demands, voice rough, almost pleading. “i want to see you. i want to see what i do to you.”

and when you meet his gaze, eyes wide and glassy, completely undone beneath him? he loses it.

his pace quickens, thrusts turning sharp, almost punishing, each one sending shockwaves through your body. but even then, he keeps his focus on you—watching every reaction, every moan, every tremble.

“fuck—just like that,” he breathes, his voice cracking, his control slipping. “let me feel you, baby. let me feel you come apart for me.”

and when you do—when your body arches into him, when you cry out his name, when you tighten around him so hard he sees stars— he doesn’t stop.

he keeps going, keeps moving, keeps fucking into you with everything he has, chasing his own release, needing to be as close to you as possible. his forehead presses against yours, his breath ragged, lips finding yours in a desperate, messy kiss as he finally lets go, spilling into you with a deep, shuddering groan.

even after, when you’re both panting, bodies tangled together, he refuses to pull away. his hands gently stroke your hair, his lips pepper soft kisses across your face, his voice a whispered promise.

“you’re mine,” he murmurs, a soft, possessive growl lingering in his words. “all mine.”

⟢ kyungsoo

doggy style. kyungsoo is a perfectionist, and that extends to the way he ruins you in bed. he likes control, likes watching your body react to every precise thrust, likes knowing that he’s the one making you lose yourself. doggy style is his ideal position—he gets to set the pace, decide just how deep he’s going to bury himself inside you, how hard he’s going to snap his hips until you’re trembling.

it starts slow, deliberate—his hands gripping your hips, spreading you open, taking his time to savor the sight of you arching for him. his voice is low, rough as he murmurs, “stay just like that.” and then the moment he decides you’re ready? his grip tightens, fingers digging into your skin as he slams forward, knocking the breath right out of your lungs.

he’s ruthless with it—grinding in deep, pulling almost all the way out just to thrust back in and make you whimper for more. one hand presses into the small of your back, keeping you arched perfectly for him, the other wrapping around your throat as he leans over you, voice like a growl against your ear.

“look at you.” his tone is controlled, but there’s a dark edge to it. “taking me so well. you like this, don’t you?”

and the second he hears you gasp yes—or, even better, if you’re too wrecked to speak? he chuckles, slow and dangerous, pulling out just to leave you desperate, whining, arching back for him. his palm lands hard against your ass, the sting making you jolt before he drives back in, harder this time, setting an unforgiving rhythm that has your fingers clawing at the sheets.

but kyungsoo doesn’t just fuck you—he watches you fall apart. his grip tightens when you start shaking, when your legs threaten to give out, when your moans dissolve into nothing but broken gasps. and when you do collapse forward, body trembling, he’s right there behind you, pulling you back against his chest, his hand wrapping around your jaw to turn your face to him.

“we’re not done yet.” his lips brush your cheek, deceptively soft. “you wanted more, didn’t you? keep up, baby.”

he’ll make sure you do. again and again.

⟢ junmyeon

desk/tabletop. junmyeon has an air of sophistication, but behind closed doors? he’s anything but refined. he loves bending you over the nearest surface—his office desk, the kitchen counter, even the damn piano if he’s feeling particularly indulgent. his fingers press into your back, keeping you arched just the way he likes.

"you’re gonna take all of me, right?"

his tone is teasing, calculated—but there’s an edge of warning beneath it. because junmyeon isn’t asking. he’s telling.

his fingers curl around your hip, pulling you back onto him, slow, deep, stretching you open until your breath stutters. he watches your body react to him, watches you arch further, your back curving under his touch like you’re made for him.

and that’s when he loses the last of his patience.

his grip tightens, his control slipping as he thrusts in hard, knocking the air out of your lungs. the desk shakes beneath you, papers sliding to the floor, but he doesn’t care. he’s completely focused on you, on the way you gasp his name, on the way your body clenches around him.

“fuck, baby—” his voice falters just for a second before he catches himself, regaining that controlled, commanding tone. “so tight—taking me so fucking well.”

he leans over you, his hand pressing firm against the small of your back, keeping you exactly where he wants you. his lips ghost over the shell of your ear, his breath warm, teasing as he whispers,

“don’t even think about running from this.”

he picks up his pace then, driving into you harder, sharper, until your nails scrape at the wood beneath you. he’s relentless, precise, the way only junmyeon can be—like he’s planned this down to the very last detail, like he already knows exactly how to ruin you.

and when he feels you start to break beneath him, when your moans dissolve into soft, breathless whimpers? he slows, dragging it out, making you feel every thick, deep stroke.

his teasing smirk is the last thing you register before he snaps his hips forward one last time, groaning against your skin as he finally, finally gives in.

and even after, when he’s still catching his breath, his body pressed against yours, his hands stay exactly where they are. because junmyeon may be composed in public, but behind closed doors? he’s anything but refined.

⟢ baekhyun

meeeeaaaann mating press. baekhyun is controlled, precise, and unbelievably strong—and he loves using that strength to keep you exactly where he wants you. the moment he presses you down beneath him, folding your legs up against your chest, pinning you beneath his weight, you already know you aren’t going anywhere.

his grip is firm, unyielding, fingers digging into the backs of your thighs as he pushes you open wider, making sure there’s nowhere to hide, no way to escape the way he stretches you out. his breathing is slow, measured, his dark eyes locked onto yours as he lines himself up, the head of his cock dragging along your slick folds, teasing you, making you wait.

"ready for me, baby?" he murmurs, his voice rough, dripping with quiet dominance. he watches your lips part, watches the way your body trembles in anticipation—and then he pushes in, slow and deliberate, filling you inch by inch until he’s seated deep inside.

and he doesn’t move.

he stays there, his chest flush against yours, his forehead nearly touching yours, his breath mixing with yours as he lets you feel it— the stretch, the pressure, the way he’s buried so deep inside you it leaves you breathless.

"fuck—look at you," he groans, his voice low and wrecked as he pulls out just an inch before snapping his hips forward, making you gasp.

and then he starts moving.

his thrusts are slow at first, devastatingly deep, grinding against you in slow, measured rolls of his hips, making sure you feel every inch. his grip on your thighs tightens, holding you wide open, making sure you take all of him, making sure you don’t run.

but then your nails rake down his back. your moans turn higher, sharper, needier. your body clenches around him so perfectly, so tight—and whatever restraint he had? gone.

he snaps his hips into you, sharp and relentless, his pace turning brutal, his thrusts hard enough to make the bed frame creak beneath you.

his hand slides down your stomach, pressing firmly, feeling the way he moves inside you, feeling how deep he is.

"ya feel that, baby?" his voice is thick, breathless. "feel how deep i am? you’re taking me so fucking well."

his other hand wraps around your throat, not squeezing, just tilting your head up, forcing you to meet his gaze, forcing you to stay in this moment with him.

"don’t look away." his thumb brushes against your jaw, his lips ghosting over yours, his breath ragged as he fucks into you harder. "i wanna see your pretty face when you cum all on my cock."

and when you finally break—when your body tenses, when your back arches, when you sob his name and tighten around him so hard it nearly makes him lose his mind?

he groans, his pace stuttering, his own release hitting just as hard as yours. his grip on you tightens, his body pressing flush against yours as he buries himself deep one last time, letting go completely.

but he doesn’t let you go.

his arms stay wrapped around you, his hands soothing over your thighs, his lips pressing soft, lazy kisses to your shoulder.

"holy fuck, sweetheart," he sighs, his voice still rough, still breathless. "so fucking perfect for me."

and when you’re too wrecked to even move, to even speak?

he just smirks, shifting his hips just slightly, still buried inside you, still keeping you folded beneath him.

"mm, let’s go again," he murmurs, "i’m not done with you yet."

⟢ minseok

reverse cowgirl. minseok is all about control, but he also loves watching you lose yourself on top of him. he leans back, arms resting behind his head, looking effortlessly relaxed—but his eyes? sharp, dark, completely locked onto the way your body moves. he lets you set the pace at first, biting his lip as he watches you roll your hips, taking him in so beautifully, your back arching as you sink down on him again and again.

but what really drives him insane? the way your ass bounces with every move.

his jaw tightens, his fingers twitch against the sheets, his restraint hanging by a thread as he watches the way you take him—so fucking deep, so perfect. he lets out a low, appreciative groan, his tongue flicking out to wet his lips.

“shit, baby,” he rasps, his voice thick with arousal. “look at you—fuck, you’re so pretty like this.”

he watches, transfixed, letting you ride him at your own pace—until he decides he wants more.

the second he sees your thighs tremble, your rhythm faltering just slightly, his hands are on you. strong, firm, unrelenting.

his fingers dig into your waist, holding you still before slamming his hips up, driving himself deeper into you with a force that makes you cry out.

"getting tired, baby?" his voice is teasing, smooth, dripping with amusement as he watches you struggle to keep up. he pulls you back against his chest in one swift motion, his arms caging you in as he takes full control.

his hands slide lower, gripping your ass, spreading you open just to watch the way you swallow him up with every thrust.

"fuck—look at that," he groans, his voice dark with obsession. "you see how good you take me? how perfect you are bouncing on my cock?"

his fingers dig in tighter as he guides you up and down, slow, deep, precise, making sure you feel every inch. and when he hears that soft, wrecked whimper—when your body starts to tremble again, threatening to collapse—he just chuckles, breath warm against your skin.

“don’t worry,” he murmurs against your ear, his lips grazing your jaw as his grip tightens. “i’ll take care of ya.”

and then he does—grinding up into you, rolling his hips deep, making sure you feel every fucking inch of him. his fingers trail down your stomach, teasing where you’re already so sensitive, circling, stroking, pushing you closer to the edge.

"that's it," his voice turns husky, his breath ragged against your ear. "i want to feel ya come apart just like this. show me how good you can be for me."

and when you finally do—when your body locks up, your moans breaking into desperate sobs, your nails clawing at his arms— he just smirks, tilting your chin back for a deep, possessive kiss as he fucks you through it.

because with minseok? he doesn’t just let you ride him—he makes sure you fall apart on top of him.

⟢ yixing

with yixing, spooning isn’t just a position—it’s an experience. everything he does is slow, deliberate, and devastatingly deep. he loves the closeness of it—your body flush against his, your legs tangled together, your back pressed to his chest as he moves inside you, stretching you open with every slow, intoxicating stroke.

his lips never leave your skin, trailing open-mouthed kisses along the curve of your shoulder, his tongue flicking out to taste, teeth grazing just enough to make you shiver. he murmurs soft praises between breathy groans, his voice low, heavy with pure, unfiltered want.

“you feel so good, baby,” he sighs, his arm tightening around your waist, pulling you even closer, like he’s trying to mold you against him.

his free hand is restless, exploring—fingertips ghosting over your stomach, teasing the softness of your skin, dipping between your thighs with an unbearable slowness. he’s not just touching you; he’s memorizing you, learning what makes you gasp, what makes your body tense, what makes you fall apart.

his voice is gentle but firm, rasping against your ear, “let me take my time with you, baby. i wanna feel all of you.”

and god, he does.

the way he rolls his hips is devastating—unhurried, deep, so precise it feels like he’s unraveling you with every slow thrust. he doesn’t just chase his own pleasure; he savors every little reaction from you, waiting, listening, learning.

he tilts his head, pressing a kiss to your temple, and then… he adjusts just slightly, just enough to hit that perfect spot inside you, the angle making your breath stutter, your fingers digging into his arm. he notices immediately.

his grip tightens, his hand sliding down your thigh to hitch your leg higher over his, holding you there as he grinds into you, deeper, more deliberate, drawing out every shudder, every desperate moan.

“yeah, that’s it,” he breathes against your ear, his lips curling into a soft, knowing smile. “let go for me, baby. let me feel you.”

and the moment he feels your body start to tremble, your breath hitching, he doesn’t stop.

he pushes you through it, dragging you over the edge with slow, relentless precision, whispering something possessive, something sweet, his voice dripping with adoration as he holds you tighter, deeper, refusing to let you go until you’re completely undone in his arms.

even after, when your body is boneless, trembling against him, he doesn’t pull away. his lips graze over your shoulder, pressing soft, lingering kisses, his fingers drawing lazy patterns over your stomach.

“i could stay like this forever,” he murmurs, voice warm, his arms locking around you, holding you close.

and he means it.

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bmbidoll · 6 months ago

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𝐒𝐏𝐎𝐑𝐓𝐒 𝐂𝐀𝐑

baekhyun x f!reader

synopsis: you never really let yourself get too close to the friend of your friends, baekhyun, while he got progressively tired of your vanishings everytime you two hooked up. it's only in a pivotal moment in his audi where you two lay your feelings bare. in more ways than one.

content: 6k words one shot with small angst plot, but mostly smut with both rough and fluff undertones ♡

author's notes: hiiiii!!! I'm so so so happy with the incredible response that savor (check it out if you haven't!) received that I've decided to share this one, too! please enjoy it for a while as I'll take some time to try and do something more elaborate with my next work with military!baekhyun

041725 update: military!baekhyun is here!!! i would really love it if you gave it a read. check it out !! thinking bout you ♡

once again, my current and future works will always be created, centered, and catered to adults! so if you're a minor pleeeease don't interact. and to my dear readers, thank you for your tremendous support, I hope you enjoy reading this as much as I did envisioning it.

warnings: cursing, brief mentions of smoking and drinking, semi but almost public car sex (i'm not sorry), hair pulling, dirty talking, dry humping, fingering, oral sex f!receiving, cumplay, oral fixation, marking, p in v, unprotected sex, spanking, creampie (get used to it), cock warming, overall pure filth! you have been warned!

every adventure with baekhyun was something sort of too good. ever since you became 'acquainted', those shared glances were undeniably wanton. everytime he saw you coming into your mutual friends' parties with your girls, he'd have to put his teeth on something, either his bottom lip or his finger just to not walk into you and take you right in the center of the room.

you had noticed his stares. one would have to be blind not to, since he didn't really keep it discreet. as if sending a message not just to you, but to everyone to assert some type of 'ownership'. you found it ridiculous just as much as you found it hot, because out of the bedroom, you didn’t really know him, always picking someone else to the dance floor knowing he'd see it.

you gave him some sort of a show, grabbing random dudes that would always end up stunned when you left them hanging, even if you were the one who initiated. it was light fun in your mind since you don't ever actually look towards hooking up with any of them.

everyone knew you'd mostly care for your girls, not having eyes for just any guys. of course, you knew how to have fun. you liked it that one time you made out with junmyeon when you met the group before baekhyun came into the picture. junmyeon wanted more, but you kept him at that, mild fun, even if sometimes you pictured letting loose with him or jongin.

you'd dance teasingly, not caring that much for your partner since you know they'd be hypnotized by the way you knew how to work your hips close against their crotch, barely touching it. that was enough to make baekhyun clench his jaw and stand up, leaving his drink behind and walking towards the exit, not giving you a second glance. that's how the game usually starts.

but he swore to himself he'd make it different tonight.

you turn to your dance partner with a sweet grin, interrupting their stunned attempts to get your number with your hand caressing their cheek. excusing yourself from the dance floor, you took your time to kiss your girls goodbye with knowing looks from them.

your steps are quiet against the fading music from inside the house as you walked into the porch, feeling the hot summer night. you were glad you chose a crop top and a skirt combo, as usual. you spotted a certain sillhoutte by the corner, smoking a cigarette as he leaned on the railing.

"you still smoke that shitty stuff?" you asked, not receiving any surprise from him since this type of conversation is normal between you two. when you actually talk, that is.

"you still entertain those shitty guys?" he retorted sharply, making you amused as you walked closer to him, standing on his side as your stare found his sharp profile.

baekhyun gave you the grace of his gaze, even though he was frowning with a certain scowl.

"I don't understand you." you muster with a seductive grin, analyzing how could he get so bothered with things that seemed so simple to you.

"you do. you just pretend you don't so you don't feel guilty of stringing me along." he murmured, dropping the cigarette and stepping on it.

"excuse me? stringing you along to what? exclusive sex?" you quipped, your grin fading quickly. if anything bothered you the most, was his audacity. byun baekhyun's audacity always made you want to give him a real reason to get mad.

he only chuckled, dryly. shaking his head as he turned away from you to walk across the street towards his audi, making you grumble with guilty conscience while you watched him.

you knew through your girlfriends that baekhyun had some sort of 'hard crush' on you. you always found it ridiculous because you'd never even gave him the grace of knowing anything from you from your own mouth, besides sex talk. you were sure everything he knew about your life was piece of info delivered through others like the things you knew about his.

that he was somewhat of a reformed player. that he now didn't mess with just any girl for the fun of it anymore.

you found it hard to believe, considering how he looked, how he talked, and how he danced. how he caught to you before you caught to him.

it started with make out sessions after drinks, then messing around in bathrooms, to spending the night on his penthouse. it scared you, not only for the fact that it happened a lot, but also that you could never refuse him. you wanted him too much.

but for different reasons.

"wait!" you said, trying to follow his large steps. he opened the driver door, but you quickly pushed it closed before he could enter, "fucking wait, goddammit!" you shouted earning a furious glare from how roughly you treated his car. not that you gave a damn.

"if you ever touch my car like that again I swear to god—" you interrupted him.

"I don't mean to string you along!" you snapped, "I just... I'm not good at that part." lowering your voice as your confidence dimmed.

you were never good with honesty, always telling that you're as good as fucked if you ever were the first to fall in every past fling you've had. and that applied to just any type of relationship, especially to yours where you were both... kind of strangers. strangers that loved each other's bodies too much.

"what part are we talking about? the part where you just tease me with some random fuckboy just to get angry sex, or the part where you disappear in the morning without ever giving me the grace of a fucking word?" baekhyun spoke calmly, but you knew he was anything but, narrowing his eyes at your progressively curved stance.

"the latter... the 'figuring out where do we go' part." you murmured, feeling immature under his sharp gaze.

"oh my god. what else do I have to do to get to your fucking head that this," he pointed towards the both of you, "is not just some mediocre hooking up thing? I've been trying to get to know you for almost a year! god, even your girls know how fucking in love I am with you." baekhyun ranted, making you feel slightly embarrassed for being so unable of handling this, handling him, with maturity.

it wasn't that you didn't like him... you just couldn't. couldn't fathom getting involved someone that seemed so perfect without even trying.

"get in." he said, simplistic, walking around the car to the passenger seat and opening the door.

"what?" you asked, confused.

"just get in before I change my mind and leave you alone, for good." his voice said, cold, but you could hear the tiredness. you certainly didn't not want to defy him now, knowing he's good with his word.

you cursed inwards and walked around the sports car with your head down, smiling awkward when he held the door to you as you entered, and got in the driver seat afterwards. his audi was more spacious than his porsche, which made you more comfortable as he drove into the night, both of you too tense to muster up words. your eyes stared pathetically at the car's tinted windows, seeing the droplets of summer rain start, fucking great.

your apartment complex was built in the past century, which meant any light wind could mess up your building's energy, much less with the rain, to which wasn't going anywhere anytime soon. baekhyun knew that, but you never actually invite him over.

you looked at him as he stared at you, seemingly knowing your thoughts. "I'm not taking you to my penthouse again." he said casually.

"baekhyun, please? I'm not even gonna do anything, I just don't wanna stay in the damn dark by myself. plus the air conditioner won't work, so it'll be a humid oven in there." you sighed, but he didn't seem very interested in your lame excuse.

both of you stood quietly as he stopped on a red light, checking his phone in disinterest before stepping on the pedal again, expertly driving through the streets. you'd find him to be a vision in other circumstances.

"I'm sorry."

baekhyun clenched his jaw at your words, but didn't say anything, so you continued. "fuck, baekhyun— i really am. it's just... I'm bad at... everything revolving people. I know it doesn't seem like it since I'm outgoing and 'extroverted', but when it comes to problems like this, I really have no idea about what the fuck I'm doing." you felt the car stop in the middle of the way to your home and his eyes turning to face you, but you continued, "the truth is that I didn't actually believe that I was hurting you. didn't but that you actually, honestly wanted something to do with me that wasn't just stress relieving sex... even though you never actually gave me a concrete reason to disregard your feelings. so I just cowered everytime there was an opportunity to face that, face you. I know none of that shit is your problem and you expected me to at least be honest and own up before it got to this point, but I failed at that. since that's all I've known in past relationships." you finished, ready to just leave the car and walk home on your own. fuck the rain, you just didn't want to face his coldness after all that.

your escape plan was fumbled as quick as it was formed, baekhyun locking the doors from the digital panel and grabbing your hand. he stared at you with conflict, but didn't have the same coldness and reservations from before your speech. he sighed and pushed one strand of your long hair behind your ear.

"why do you push me away, angel...?" baekhyun murmured with a voice sure to make you drop down your defensiveness, frowning as the answer was just as unclear to you as it was to him. you felt so small, and he hated it as much as you did.

"I guess I just..." you started, looking at him waringly only to find soft pupils focused on you so intensely that it made you look down again. "I tend to leave first because I never want to be the one left. I don't ever want to give anyone the ability to leave me again... so it doesn't have anything to do with something you've done or not." you looked at him again, baekhyun finally grasping understanding amidst his hurt from your actions, now sure they were consequences of protecting yourself.

"I had no idea, angel." he squeezed your hand, his thumb caressing it gently, his grasp pulling you into his arms for a soothing hug that you didn’t know you needed right now, the way his cool hand found your lower bare waist beneath your crop top made you shudder softly, resting your head against his spacious shoulder.

the way baekhyun looked at you when you leaned back made you gulp from the closeness. "now we can go to my penthouse, if you want to." he asked, protective of you, which made you nod softly, but when he turned away from you to grab the steering wheel, you impulsively grabbed his arm, making him stare at you in confusion.

"what is it? I figured we could also order something when we get there since there wasn't any food at the..." he trailed off as you stared at him with those eyes. "...party."

you slowly made your way over the panel, thankful he chose his audi today, since it gave you space to cross towards his seat. "what are you—" baekhyun started, but gasped as you straddled him, you legs feeling his jeans.

"angel, I won't do anything before I'm sure you're not leaving me afterwards." he spoke with his jaw clenched, strained, but serious.

"not even kiss me?" your voice murmured, close to him, watching him struggle to control himself.

it's not like you didn't want to take this seriously. not like you didn't mean any of your earlier words.

it was just hard not to want byun baekhyun when he looked into your pupils with such protective eyes. and even harder when he kissed you with such wanton lips. his hand went carefully behind your head as his mouth claimed yours gently in a way that made you pathethically weak, something that you felt was unfair. you pressed the button on the side of the driver seat that made it slowly descend, giving you more space to grind your hips against his, making him growl, parting the kiss with a rough tug on your hair.

"take this seriously if you don't want me to fuck you like you're worthless in the backseat." he hissed in a whisper, making you grin at the delicious tingles his proposition gave you.

but as much as you liked it when he was angry, you didn't want to make him mad anymore. not tonight.

your hand found his cheek, caressing him gently. "if I didn't take you seriously, I wouldn't tell you those things. I may be a coward, but not a liar." that made him release your hair and caress your scalp, "besides... is it truly wrong to want you this much...? to want to be yours right here in the center of the street?" you murmured, resuming your soft moves in his crotch, making him throw his head back in a curse, clearly unable to totally deny you

"you're lucky I'm in love with you." baekhyun grunted, meeting your center with his, the friction of his jeans and your pleated skirt making your breaths shorten. "I know," you purred with a wide smile, "but did I ever make you not love fucking me?"

that made his hands find your rear roughly, squeezing it in a way that made you whimper.

"you fucking minx..." he pulled your hips to his forcefully, making you grin lazily. "making me taint another one of my cars..." you gasped as one of his hands quickly found your heat under your skirt, rubbing up and down as you seeped through it while he spoke. "look at you. you're so damn shameless." he murmured on your ear as you curved from his touch, your hands finding his shoulders as an anchor when he tugged your panties aside and slowly inserted his middle finger, making you curse.

"could you go any slower?" you grunted with frustated sarcasm, but regretted instantly when you saw his annoyingly handsome, deviant grin, feeling his curling digit take his time as he hovered his thumb on your increasingly swollen clit.

"you know, darling? I actually wanted to wait a bit. I was hoping..." baekhyun trailed off, watching his finger pumping in and out of your wetness. "we could have just went to my house and... talked, actually met each other like..." he added his ring finger, making your brows raise in a gasp, "normal people who can actually hold a conversation."

you were practically getting yourself off on his fingers, throwing your head back in uncomposed breaths, before whining when he pulled them out of you.

"but you just had to act like your needy self, hadn't you? firstly... you entered the party with this..." he raked your skimpy outfit, his other hand kneading your ass, "pathetic plea for my attention. now you're in my car, acting like you need me as much as you need air. the rain already stopped, and you're not even ashamed of your weak excuse to get into my bed."

you only smiled recklessly, grinding on him as a counter attack, stealing him a curse. "you're talking like you're so much better, hm? even if I wore something casual in this hot summer night you'd be drooling over my ass, which if I'm not mistaken, you have. the entire night." you caught his eyes on your exposed midriff so you leaned closer, contracting your abdomen in anticipation of his touch on your waist, "I bet even if it wasn't raining, you'd take any reason I gave you just to bring me over and..." you trailed off, biting your lower lip as your stared at him, playful.

you knew those eyes of his, and what you didn't know from spoken words, you recognized from his deep stare, that unlike other guys you met, gazed you with devotion. in less than a second, your lips crash desperately, his hand that was carefully caressing your hips now rushed under your skirt to bruise your pale skin. the way his blunt nails grazed your skin in urgency made you part your lips to moan on his kiss, to which he took advantage and pushed his tongue inside, making you rake up his hair, messing the stylish curls. you honestly thought it looked better that way, especially when you tugged them to make him moan a sound that, in all honesty, made you wetter. a selfish part of you wanted to be the only one to hear it, regardless of the implications. to drink on the deliciousness of his pleasured stares, ever switching from confident playfulness to longing pleas.

your bite on his lip made him puff and thrust upwards in delicious friction of your dry humping, something that you two usually spent long minutes doing. he stopped your attempts of undoing his belt to murmur in your ear. "go to the backseat, let me eat you out." and if you weren't so turned on, you'd laugh at his addiction to your taste.

you only smiled softly, slowly crawling your way to the backseat in a exaggerated raise of your ass that exposed your damp, black lace under your pleated skirt. you eventually sat there with a full blown smile when you turned to face him, his fucked out expression focusing on the way you grabbed the headrest, pulling down your panties with one hand and throwing them carelessly to the front of the car, something that'd normally make him mad. not this time, though. no. in fact, he caught them and stored on his pocket, making you roll your eyes.

"you really know how to act like a teenager when you want too, hm? baekhyunie?" you teased, sliding sideways as he made him way beside you, already separating your thighs and pushing your skirt up on your waist.

"does a teenager know how to eat you out like I do, angel?" baekhyun asked, looking up with a growing grin. and before you could even retort, you had to grab his hair with a curse at the slow lap of his velvet tongue between your folds. he'd start slow with circling movements on your clit before pushing inside in a curling manner that made you moan. the way he made out with your pussy was something you were obsessed with, the intricate manner he took turns with nibbling and sucking made your thighs quiver, and you were sure he loved when you suffocated him between them, rubbing his nose to slobber on your taste in a filthy manner.

your mind was so high that you almost didn't notice the sound of the car window going down behind you, your eyes widened as you saw his hand pressing the button with purpose, his own watched your gasping reaction in determined lust.

"what the fuck! baekhyun, someone's gonna—!" your hand that tried to press the button over his own was caught in a tight grip, your plea interrupted from the absolute need to let out a gasp from the added fingers of his right hand that were paired with his tongue.

"let people hear how pretty you sound when it's me who's eating you out. fuck it, let them see it." the way his voice sounded low and raspy triggered goosebumps from within your cunt, and you were thankful no one was around at this hour. your head was thrown back another time when he started a rapid, skillful assault that would surely make you come within seconds. the thrill of it all was raising your senses even higher, your gasps echoing recklessly into the night with the promise of someone hearing it made you want to scream in ecstasy, the orgasm shattering your reality for a moment. you swore the strength of your grip on his hair hurt baekhyun, but you weren't bothered to let it go when he was determined on drinking your every remnant, only stopping with a push from your hand.

he exhaled with a grunt, panting as he desperately unbuckled his belt and tugged everything off in one go. "turn around." he stated, helping you when your moves were consequently sluggish.

you could already feel his chest on your back when he steadied his cock on your entrance, his lips kissing your neck as he caressed your curves, your hands clutching the — still open – window.

"do you want this? right here?" baekhyun said on your ear, unconsciously making you rub yourself onto him.

it could be considered embarrassing how your mind didn't give a fuck for the spot you were put. how your only desire was to be his in every place you could get, since you knew he'd care for your comfort and needs perfectly.

"yes." was the single word you muttered before slowly moaning from the way he stretched you from behind. you could even smile from how you felt him throb inside of you, elated from the way he cursed on your ear.

the small sting from the already quick pace he settled did nothing to snuff out your lust, only raising it to the max as the both of you moaned on the open car window.

"fuck— I love how your pussy throbs around my cock after you come...!" baekhyun strained his voice behind you, snapping his hips ferociously onto you in a way that made your eyes roll from how deep he hit.

you couldn't even properly speak, only taking what he gave you with grateful noises. when his fingers found your lips and his hand gripped your chin, you instantly opened your mouth to receive his digits lewdly, humming at the way he sucked onto your pulse point.

"such a fucking good girl, right, angel...?" he hissed, thrusting viciously. "do you like this? me fucking your pussy on open air? hm?"

you could barely stop your choked moans as he removed his fingers from your mouth to hear your answer. when he didn't, his open hand hit your ass in a harsh hit, making you yelp loudly.

"y-yes! fuck yes!" you shouted, shaken, whimpering as he caressed the sting he caused amidst his thrusts.

baekhyun only chuckled breathlessly, enjoying how you clenched everytime he spanked you. "just look at how good you take me... it's like you're swallowing me whole. such a perfect pussy." he kept changing it from slow to rapid moves, almost making your eyes well up with your inability to respond.

"god— I think I really fucking love you...!" he grunted, raising his pace as he smacked your flesh again. "gonna show you how much I love you by cumming inside, hm?"

you could barely nod, his fingers pressing down your tongue again before baekhyun rammed into you one final time, filling you up with a groan. he kissed your neck amidst love bites and pulled you onto his lap further in the backseat as he closed the window. his hand lovingly went up under your top, caressing your chest through your bra as he muttered multiple praises and turned you to face him, asking if you were okay with everything and if he didn't hurt you in any way. it was so good you almost thought you were already his, even without the two of you putting it into words.

he cleaned you with tissues from the car's glove box before both of you climbed back onto the front seats in a comfortable silence as he drove you to his penthouse confidently. he held your hand even though you said you were fine, walking you to the elevator before you were finally on his couch, facing each other with a water glass on your hand. you gulped silently before setting the glass on his coffee table, hugging yourself as you prepared yourself for the inevitable talk you been delaying for months.

"how are you?" baekhyun's voice muttered as his eyes watched you curled on the edge of the couch, your stockinged feet on it, yet his question made you raise your brows in confusion. that was certainly not the first question you expected.

"I mean— how are you feeling? right now?" he rephrased, making you look down in thought.

"I... feel okay, I suppose." you murmured, unsure.

"do you wanna talk about us...?" baekhyun spoke softly, his hand finding your knee in an attempt to coax a proper response, something that made you feel guilty.

you stayed silent, contemplating everything before you slowly pulled your knee closer to your chest.

"I'm not sure if I'm strong enough to face such thoughts right now." you sighed, closing your eyes while you pushed your face between your knees, frustrated by your inability to express your worries properly.

you heard him standing up from the couch to hover over your figure, pushing your hair back gently without a word. that made you look up with a worried look, but it soon softened as you saw his face, the intentions of making you comfortable clear within his expression.

"you're really serious about this, aren't you?" you spoke, shy as you sat properly to let him sit close to you. "about me and you... getting to know each other?"

"I'm serious about it because I wanna be serious about what I feel for you. for what I want to feel as I get to know you, if you'll let me..." baekhyun hummed, laying his head on your shoulder, which made you grin softly.

"and what would it imply?" you spoke softly, turning your face to his lowered one, watching his lashes flutter as he looked at before starting to visualize.

"oh, you know, the usual. dates, adventures.... lots of cuddles, plenty of kisses..." he paused, grinning at you as you rolled your eyes with a soft smile.

"you're ridiculous, you know that?"

"if being ridiculous makes you smile like that, then I'll take it." he said, making you groan and throw your head onto the cushion in a cringed expression. you heard him laugh, and unconsciously smiled when you faced him again, settling on a comfortable shared gaze.

baekhyun leaned closer, softening his expression as he spoke again "but more than that... supporting each other, trusting each other," you felt him lower his tone as he reached your lips, "being there for each other, through the good times and the bad."

"yeah...?" you whispered at him as you stared at his handsome face.

"yeah." he whispered back.

something about his tone and look made you kiss him, unhurried. it felt even better since he promptly responded by bringing you onto his lap to make out with patience.

"you're crazy" you said between pecks, inhaling his soft, woody, warm fragrance that brought you just as much comfort as it brought you desire.

"you're more." his said, breathy, sending newfound tingles in your lower stomach, and you remembered he still didn't give you back your panties, meaning you'd soon seep onto him if you kept this up.

so you figured, why not make it difficult for him?

you slowly inserted your tongue on his mouth, feeling his own eagerly swirling against yours in a lazy kiss, gently sucking onto him. that, paired with a couple of nibbles on his lower lip got him groaning, so you innocently moved your hand lower between your bodies and introduced your index within your walls, making you gasp. baekhyun only furrowed his brows, confused, but soon widened his eyes when you raised your hand between your faces, exposing the glistening of your juices coating your finger, before you licked the digit clean.

such action made him clench his jaw, exhaling through his nose as he stared at you sucking onto it.

"you wanna know what you'd get in a relationship with me, darling?" baekhyun spoke in a unnervingly calm low voice while his eyes were fixed on yours.

but before you could ask, he lifted you off the couch into his arms with ease, making you yelp as he walked with you further into the apartment, before reaching his master bedroom and tossing you on the bed. you yelped as your back reached his mattress, focusing your eyes on the one who stood before you, taking off his clothes in a hurried manner.

"you get all of me. every part. anytime you want." he stated as he got his shirt off in a manner you could only watch in a surprised awe.

"you get my mind," baekhyun unbucked his belt again, "you get my heart," his jeans and briefs dropped to the ground as he crawled onto the bed, on top of you. "and you get my body. all for you." he finished, pressing the tip of his already leaking cock against your folds. his tongue tracing the shell of your ear.

you cursed, shutting your eyes in overwhelm, just to hear him speak again. "and I get all of you. every part, every sound, every breath. all mine."

you opened them up only to find his face, completely whipped in anticipation for your response. both your breaths were shaken, your hand found his cheek with gentle caressing before your made your decision.

a relationship with baekhyun sounded far fetched from the start, you could already see that. but maybe a part of you longed to get to know him on the day after this. on the morning after, where your bodies are so spent you don't want to move away from each other. and maybe...

maybe you could turn this into something you won't be scared to face in the future.

looking at his eyes, you could see that beyond all the lustful desire, he only does this because that's the only thing you ever allowed him to do. so you breathed in, leaned your face closer to his in a way that lovingly made your noses touch, watching him close his eyes for a second.

"okay." you murmured.

it was another shockwave to feel him enter your walls again, and baekhyun took his time, gently pushing every inch in a painfully slow manner.

"you're still so damn tight, doll." he strained, hissing when he finally settled within in a torturous pace.

"s-so what, hm?" you stuttered, still adjusting to his thickness, making him chuckle at your attitude.

"so I think about it everytime I'm not thinking about dating you." baekhyun hummed, deliberately patient with his thrusts as he watched your facial expressions. "I love picturing us together for real, even when all I've seen is you like this... like..." he trailed off, closing his eyes to keep composure.

"like...?" you coaxed, meeting his hips halfway in a lazy manner.

"like a goddess." he murmured lowly, his dark eyes completely fixated on the way your face reacted to pleasure.

you only pushed your hand to his chest to stop his shallow thrusts and sat back with unhurried movements. you stared at him with intent to make sure he knew what you felt in the moment, finally taking off your skirt and crop top, then sprawling yourself on his bed, naked under his eyes for the first time tonight.

"then why don't you love me like one...?" your voice murmured in honest desire, your legs high as you exposed your center to him, bewitching baekhyun.

the suddenness of his next thrust caught both of you off guard, with a deep moan being ripped from his throat as he was, once again, completely enveloped by you. your legs wrapped around his waist as his body shuddered uncontrollably, the intensity of the sensation as big as ever.

"you little minx..." baekhyun grunted as he steadied his breath, pounding you against his bed in a way that made you cry out numerous curses, fighting for composure.

"I love that I can make you speechless." he whispered, rolling his hips repeatedly. and if you thought it was hard to keep your head clear amidst everything, it was ever harder for him. feeling your grip around him in a continuous pulse.

"not my fault your cock fits so perfectly." you choked, making him grin in a surge of satisfaction.

"and it's all yours." he murmured, his teeth finding your pulse point once again as he slowed his thrusts in a manner that accentuated the depth of his movements. "do you like it like this, doll? can you feel me like this, hm?"

you'd swear you'll kill him for this, for teasing you like this, but the only thing you could ever do right now is respond in a way that could appease both of your fires. even if it sounded pathetic. "th—there... right there...!"

baekhyun smiled against your neck, his body responding to your words.

"here...?" he asked, repeating the motion, his hips circling against yours in a deep, deliberate motion, his body rubbing against yours in all the right places.

when he picked up the pace again, your hands went behind you in an attempt to achor yourself, trying to grab his headboard, but failing. baekhyun noticed and hummed, leaning back to watch your face with a small sheen against his temples, "hold onto me," his voice rough and ragged while his body continued in a fast, hard movement. "hold onto me, angel. I got you..."

even in your light minded state, you still replied, worried, "I'll scratch you..." with a breathy voice amidst pants.

"I don't care. scratch me, bite me. do whatever you need, but hold onto me." he rumbled roughly.

at a certain rough thrust, you cried out, digging your long nails on his broad back in a way that surely marked him. baekhyun hissed, the counterpoint of the pain making him go delirious as he kept whispering praises on your ear.

"I can't— can't take it much longer...!" you whimpered, feeling your tight coil extremely close to snap for the third time that night. he wasn't very far, either.

"I can feel it, angel. let—" he moaned, "let it go for me, I'm right there with you."

baekhyun grabbed you thighs securely, looking up at your face as you asked "together...?", making him nod his head.

"together," he panted, "let yourself go and come with me. I got you."

with guttural sounds from him, you silently screamed while tugging his hair and back, feeling both of your releases hit intensely. baekhyun cursed loudly, drawing out both your orgasms as he filled you up again, shaking with aftershocks on top of you.

there was a moment of mutual comfort in the silence that follow, both of you uncaring for how long you actually spent with him inside of you, since he settled beside your body, holding you close.

"you know I'll do anything..." baekhyun hummed in your hair, nuzzling your neck as you stared at the ceiling, finding his face in a soft, confused hum.

he knew it could sound repetitive to you, but he just had to say it again. and a part of you likes it. a lot.

"for you to be mine." the way he spoke your name afterwards felt good, sending shivers from inside of your body.

he raised his head to look at you, locking your gazes in a silent understanding with serious, but pleading eyes.

"say yes." he told you, fixed on the way you raked his sculpted face. the way his moles adorned his features.

"you'll never let this go, hm?" you grinned, looking down in more comfort than you'd expect.

"no." baekhyun said, with a clear tone that made you look back at him with shy eyes as he continued.

"I'm never letting you go."

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suite escape | 100hyunswife

f. reader (assistant) x Byun Baekhyun

genre: smut w/fluff since Baek is a little bratty but so sweet (until the sex demon comes out)

wc: 6,398

warnings: dom!Baekhyun; piv; oral sex (f receiving); sugar daddy coded; jealous!baekhyun; mirror sex; choking; hair pulling; man handling; missionary sex; doggy/back shots; tiny breeding kink; FILLED W TENSION; mentions of cheating

synopsis: you’re on your way to a press conference with your boss byun baekhyun. a blizzard disrupts your plans and leads you two to sharing a luxury hotel suite together. baekhyun takes this chance to turn up the heat between you two as you’re stuck together in close quarters.

author’s note: my first fic ever! be gentle pls haha. feedback is very appreciated! hope you enjoy :) xx - veronica

Byun Baekhyun. Your boss is expensive and will only accept the best of the best. That applies to all areas of his life. Most notably at the moment, is his car that you’re currently riding in with him. His famous Porsche 911 Turbo S hums a sweet low purr as it is steered down the highway, taking you two to a press conference. Since it is no more than an hour and a half drive, Baekhyun insisted on driving there with you instead of other transportation options. He’ll always take the opportunity to drive himself; it’s one of his favorite things to do, it clears his mind so well. Other staff members were given Ubers with the plan for you to all meet up at the venue. He also wouldn’t mind the excuse to get to talk to you one-on-one. He’s always been curious about you, his dedicated assistant, and wants to get to know you on a more personal level.

Luckily, you and Baekhyun share the same taste in music. Classic RnB tunes play softly in the background of your drive. After a bit, Baekhyun’s voice fills the air.

“I’m really glad you agreed to ride with me for the trip down,” he confesses.

“Of course! We’re saving money this way,” you reply matter-of-factly. You are frugal to a fault, never able to understand Baekhyun’s quick willingness to spend money. “It’s nice to see you take your own steps to keeping a healthy wallet,” you add with a sassy tone. You were always like this with him - he needed it sometimes. You truly were the backbone to his success and he appreciates everything you do, and yes, including the motherly nagging that can come about. You both were a powerful work couple, but little did you know, Baekhyun wants to be more.

“So…” he starts before clearing his throat, “are you seeing anyone?”

Your head shoots up at the unexpected question. Your eyes scramble for something to focus on as you craft an answer back. Do you tell him the truth? The truth that your shitty ex-boyfriend from last summer dumped you after leaving you for the woman he had an affair with? Hmm, too personal, you think. Besides, he’s probably just asking to make sure I won’t be distracted from this job by being in a relationship.

“No,” you respond tersely.

“Oh, but Greg—” Baekhyun begins to question about said shitty ex-boyfriend.

“Greg cheated on me.”

“I-I’m sorry…” Baekhyun mutters out.

“It’s fine, trust me, you’ve got me busy enough anyway! I don’t have the time to truly think about it and get sad.”

The conversation trails off after this. Baekhyun has a sympathetic look as he stares out onto the road. You could’ve sworn he moved his right hand over towards you, as if to place it on your thigh for comfort, but it was quickly retracted. What was a bit awkward at first transforms into a comfortable silence. You take pleasure in being in the passenger seat, seeing the world pass by. Snow begins to softly fall from the sky. It’s not too bad at first, but after another half hour passes, the snow begins to really come down and pile up on the road. Baekhyun doesn’t look too phased, so you don’t question it.

As the drive continues, your mind revisits your conversation. You really haven’t thought about Greg in a while. The last time he crossed your mind, funnily enough, was when you last touched yourself. You were using a toy that you got back when you and Greg started growing distant - of course now you know why he stopped having sex with you. You haven’t been fucked in a year, and it’s really starting to become apparent to you just how horny you are.

You stare at Baekhyun’s hand gripping the steering wheel. His delicate but nicely sized fingers curve around it. You feel a bit shameful letting your mind wander like this, but you can’t help it. He looks effortlessly cool like this. It’s not like you never noticed that your boss, THE Byun Baekhyun was attractive. But you work for him, and he had you occupied indeed. Your professional relationship doesn’t stop you from having little fantasies crop up in your mind on this ride, though. So when you watch his beautiful fingers adjust their grip on the steering wheel, you can’t help but wonder how they’d look wrapped around—

“y/n.”

Your eyes snap up to find Baekhyun looking at you with a raised eyebrow. You look around to see that you two have pulled over into the shoulder and the snow flakes that fall are even bigger than what they were 30 minutes ago. The scenery is coated in white.

“I think we’ll have to call it a day from here, the snow isn’t letting up and I want to be safe,” Baekhyun says with worry. He pulls out his phone and sees that the other staff members have already arrived to the venue and are discussing things with the venue’s management. They caution that they’re thinking of cancelling the press conference for the day and moving it to tomorrow afternoon’s backup date to be safe.

“It’s probably for the best,” you tell him.

Defeated, you two pulled up to the nearest hotel you could find to get out of the hazardous weather. It turned out to be a luxurious hotel - you hate to be putting out such a pretty penny just for overnight shelter before you continue on the rest of your way in the morning, but you needed to get out of the snow.

At the valet, you open your car door to be met with the frigid air of what is fully a blizzard. Your cheeks flush. With your luggage, you both head to the lobby. Baekhyun heads to the front desk to make the reservations while you stand off in a far corner on your phone, updating the rest of the staff of your guys’ plans and whereabouts.

You approach Baekhyun after the phone call is complete, “Got the rooms?”

“Got the room.”

“Room?”

“Yes.”

“One?” you ask, stopping in your tracks.

Baekhyun continues to walk without looking back, “Oh, shouldn’t I be spending less money?”

You catch up to him and look at him dumbfounded.

“I wanted a presidential suite and you said that I need to stop spending so much money, so I got one.”

You narrow your eyes at his pettiness.

He waves off your look of distaste saying it’s fine and just one night. “You need to taste luxury for once,” he adds.

“But Baekhyun, there’s probably only one bed.”

“What? You afraid you won’t be able to keep your hands to yourself?”

You’re speechless as you raise your eyebrow and follow him on the elevator up.

As you both stand in the empty elevator together, he discreetly peers over at you to observe the slight panic on your face. He feels a bit bad about the distress written on your face, but it’s erased when he thinks about how wound-up you are all the time. You deserve to be pampered and the only way he could make sure you were is if he gave it to you. He didn’t want you to humbly reject a suite all to yourself. Also, he’d be lying if he said he didn’t want the excuse to be able to talk to you more.

Ding. You’ve arrived to the top floor, and surprisingly, the door opens directly to the suite itself. It expands the entire floor. Your eyes go wide as you step into the space.

Large floor to ceiling windows are dressed up with satin chocolate drapery. Large green Majesty Palm plants are placed in each corner, breathing life into the space. Leather furniture by Le Corbusier rests on the polished, beige marble floor. The recessed lighting along the ceiling is dimmed and casts a warm glow, creating a soft ambience in this luxurious interior. Your mouth is slightly ajar as you explore. You’ve never been somewhere so opulent. Baekhyun thinks the awestruck sparkle in your eye is… cute. Though you might say otherwise, he knows you like it.

You continue to walk around the suite, looking at all the sections. Soon you get to the bedroom and rest your luggage next to the large king sized bed in front of you.

All this space and still just one bedroom? Curse these designers, you think to yourself.

The bedroom is beautiful. The windows of this cornered room give such a perfect view of the cityscape and the snow that continues to come down. Though it’s a bitch to be outside in it, the snow coating the city in a thick blanket looks so majestic. The view is breathtaking.

Baekhyun joins you in standing in front of the window, but instead of his gaze being on the city, it’s fixed on you.

He gives you a soft smile, “Do you like it?”

You look over at him and bite your lip, fighting your mouth from giving too big of a smile.

“It’s okay to say yes,” he leads on.

“You really didn’t have to get all this,” you say looking down at your hands, “but, yes,” you end in a whisper.

“Well then it’s worth it,” Baekhyun replies with a satisfied look on his face. He turns away and gets started on unpacking his clothing.

You decide to check out the attached bathroom next. You flip the switch and are met with the most expansive bathroom you’ve ever seen. You get excited over the large bath and all the toiletry amenities; they even provided bubbles and bath salts! You couldn’t wait to put them to use. It’s been so long since you’ve had a truly relaxing evening with how busy your job is.

You announce to Baekhyun that you’ll be in the bathroom to take a bath and begin to run the steamy water. You pour in the bubbles and lavender bath salts. The herbal aroma fills the air; you inhale deeply, already feeling relaxed. You undress and sink into the tub, ready to melt away the stress of the day. You stay there like this, savoring the quiet, feeling the tension release from your body…

After a tranquil half-hour of soaking, you conclude your bath. You are about to rise from the water, but instinctually reach for a towel first. That’s when you realize, shit. You forgot to bring over your towel. If this were your bathroom at home, it wouldn’t have been a problem since it is small and doesn’t take much to reach over to the towel bar from the tub. However, this is very much unlike your bathroom at home. You scan the perimeter and spot the towels folded neatly on shelves by the sink. The distance is way too long for you to walk soaking wet without trailing water everywhere.

You sigh in defeat, knowing it’s best to just ask Baekhyun to hand you one, he’s not doing anything anyway. You yell to him to help hand you a towel. You hear his footsteps approach and tell him to keep his head down. You still in the water, draw your knees into your chest. You feel nervous, being naked in front of your boss.

Baekhyun hands it to you without looking up and just before he was about to quickly slip out, you request him to leave the door cracked to let out some of the steam that has accumulated. He obliges and returns to sitting on the bed to continue unpacking his things. As he takes out a pair of pajama pants from his suitcase, his eyes catch a titillating sight.

The door is cracked open no more than two inches, but it is enough for him to see a glimpse of your body as you rise from the tub fully naked through the mirror that reflects it in front of him. He sees your body glisten under the bright, fluorescent bathroom lighting as you proceed to wrap yourself in the towel he just handed to you. The towel he just touched. The towel that is now touching your soft, bare curves.

Baekhyun shuts his eyes, and squeezes them. Her coming back to see you with a boner would NOT be ideal, he thinks to himself. He takes a deep breath, stopping himself from getting too worked up.

You locate your pajamas. You only brought two options with you: a sheer slip dress and a big t shirt. That big t-shirt being an old EXO t-shirt with your bias’ name on the back: Suho. You were not prepared for this freak scenario that you’re in. You weren’t expecting to be seen by someone at night. Your mortified and face palm inwardly at your last minute wardrobe choices. You sigh as you pull the big t-shirt over your head, it will have to do. You just hope that he won’t tease you about it. When you joined the company, you let Baekhyun know you were aware of EXO’s legacy but he had no idea that you were an actual fan.

This is gonna be interesting…

You step out of the bathroom and hurriedly jump into the bed and pull the duvet up to your neck.

“Ok?” Baekhyun looks at you quizzically, “I’m going to go wash up now.” He leaves to the bathroom with his pajamas and toiletries.

You let out a big sigh, happy that you didn’t get caught in this embarrassing shirt. You scooch over a bit more to the left, making sure you’re as far on your side of the bed as possible without falling off. You detest the current arrangements but the displeasure doesn’t stay on your mind for too long. It’s been a long day, and as you hear the water from Baekhyun’s shower, it acts as white noise, lulling you to sleep. You feel drowsy and your eyelids slowly close, fully consumed by the toll of your day.

Once Baekhyun steps out of the bathroom and spots your sleeping figure, the desire to sleep hit him as well. He gets into bed and frowns at the amount of distance between you two. Hopefully with time you’ll open up to him. He knew this one night wouldn’t have been enough. He closes his eyes and waits for sleep to take him… but it’s no use. Unfortunately, his mind is too awake. Images of your naked body are branded in his vision. When he closes his eyes, your form is all he sees and he can’t stop thinking about what it’d feel like to touch you. He struggles to clear his mind. You’re right next to him. So close, yet so far away. How long will he have to wait for you to be his?

The next morning, you wake up entangled in each other’s bodies. Your leg is hiked up against Baekhyun as your head rests on his chest. His hand rests on the small of your back, holding you close. You freeze. How the fuck did we get like this? Thank god you’re up before him; you quickly scurry out of his grasp gently without waking him up. After separating yourself, you admit that you miss the warmth of that position.

You check your phone to make sure you didn’t over sleep and have enough time to make it for the rescheduled date of the conference that was made for this afternoon. The time is 7:48am - not bad at all considering you didn’t set an alarm. Your eyes continue down the remainder of your lock screen. Soon, you see a slurry of texts from the rest of the staff alerting you that the conference has been called off completely. The venue, and the rest of the businesses in the area, will be closed until further notice until the blizzard subsides. Your eyes widen with shock - you had no idea it’d be this bad. You open up the weather app and sure enough, there is a warning for extreme winter conditions. You slide through the hourly forecast and see that this blizzard is not letting up anytime soon, great. You turn over in bed and look out the window to observe the street below; there are absolutely no cars out, the roads are closed, and the snow is still coming down heavy. Looks like you’ll be staying in this suite until everything clears. You sigh as you turn around, getting ready to share the bad news to Baekhyun.

You’re about to tap his shoulder, but you pause. You take the chance to really look at him: his cute nose, plump cheeks, and perfectly shaped pink lips. This man really is pretty. Little did you know, Baekhyun is awake. He feels your eyes on him too and it’s hard for him to contain his smirk.

He looks so peaceful when he rests, but you have to update him. You poke his shoulder and softly whisper his name. He moves a little bit but still acts like he’s asleep, wanting to hear his name coming from your mouth again. It just sounds so good when you say it.

“Baekhyun,” you whisper a little louder. He finally opens his eyes. Happy to meet yours, he smiles sweetly.

“Good morning, y/n.”

God, his raw morning voice was not something you were prepared for. You almost bite your lip. You try not to show it on your face how affected you are, but nonetheless, he notices. That infamous smirk creeps up onto his face. You blush and your mind becomes empty.

You see him sit up and turn over, sinking his left hand into the mattress to support his weight, and shifting to be above you. He adds his right hand down onto the bed, holding himself squarely on top of you. As he hovers over you, he looks down into your eyes. Your gazes lock on each other. Your heart stops as you look up at him. Frozen with shock. Frozen with wonder and want. But following his actions, you see him reach over to grab the temperature control remote that was resting on your nightstand.

“It’s a little too warm,” he says so casually, still above you. You feel his breath slightly grace your forehead. He presses the button to turn the heat off before swiftly returning to sit up on his side of the bed.

You let out a deep breath that you didn’t know you were holding. You blink a couple of times to regain your composure and clear your throat.

“So it looks like the conference has been called off because of the weather,” you gesture to the window, “…the blizzard is bigger than we initially thought.” You catch him up on the staff’s messages and bleak weather forecast.

Baekhyun is a little upset at the delay in his scheduling of things, but he doesn’t stay disappointed for too long. More time with you, he thinks.

You get up from bed and head to the bathroom to brush your teeth. You walk languidly, completely forgetting about what you wore to bed.

Baekhyun’s eyes narrow at the name on the back of your shirt. Suho? She likes Suho? Huh. He feels a tinge of jealousy. Here you are working for him and you decide to bring the t-shirt of a different group member. And wear it right in front of him. Baekhyun waits for you to return to playfully confront you.

“Hmmm, so your type is a dandy, preppy, book smart guy, huh?”

“Baekhyun, I don’t know what you’re talking about,” you say in confusion.

“Well, I don’t know,” he starts while walking towards you slowly, teasingly. He places both of his hands on your shoulders and guides you in front of the large mirror. Your back faces it, your face still to him. And he is impossibly close. He smirks before slightly leaning down and whispering into your ear, “You really know how to make a guy jealous, don’t you?”

You look back into the mirror, only to be met face-to-face with what you attempted to hide so carefully the night prior. You immediately shut your eyes. You feel your cheeks heat up, partially due to your clothing revelation and partially due to just how close you both are to each other.

Baekhyun slides his hands down your arms before completely removing them from you and crosses his arms. He cocks up an eyebrow, enjoying how small you look in front of him — literally and figuratively. Your shyness is palpable and the oversized shirt you were drowning in made you look fragile as he peers down at you. Like someone he wants to protect. Someone he wants to care for.

Before you could defend yourself, Baekhyun projects, “That’s why you were making googly eyes at him when you met the group after the EXO fan meeting we had!”

“I was not!” You countered, embarrassed at the possible truth of his statement. “Why would you even notice something like that? Stop making things up to embarrass me.”

The truth is, Baekhyun notices everything you do. Your quirks and all. How you twirl your pencil while you think, how you stick out your tongue when concentrating, and especially how you bit your lips while looking at Suho while greeting the rest of his members backstage at the fan meeting last year.

With a soft smile, Baekhyun hands you one of his spare button ups. “Well I can’t stand to see you in it any longer. Take this.”

“Does it really bother you that much? Is your ego that big? You don’t have to be everyone’s favorite you know!” You give a snarky reply. Of course, you’re still going to change out of it, though. You didn’t mean to ever be seen in it. With hesitation you accept the the shirt and bring it with you to the bathroom.

You slide your t-shirt off and replace it with Baekhyun’s fresh smelling white button up. As you slide each arm through, Baekhyun’s words ring in your head. You really know how to make a guy jealous, don’t you? Did he really mean that he’s jealous of the fact that your bias in the group wasn’t him? And if so, he’s just joking right? Your cheeks are still warm. You place your two hands onto your face to calm them. Feeling his closeness, his hands on your shoulders and how he slid them down your arms as he let go, and the soft tickle of his breath against the skin of your neck when he whispered to you, it refrains in your mind.

You look into the mirror at yourself in his clothes. You don’t know exactly what it is you feel, but you don’t hate it. It’s actually… comforting. This shirt is just as big as your t-shirt, so it’s oversized and comfy. It’s better than the sheer nightie that’s in your suitcase — no way that’s coming out. You’re stuck here for who knows how much longer, at least you have a new third option.

You step out the bathroom and walk towards the main living space to see Baekhyun on the phone.

“Yes, the breakfast platter for two please.”

He talks to the concierge, sitting on the brown leather sofa. His legs are spread wide and he leans back into the chair, looking up at the ceiling as he speaks. He looks delectable. You stand at the entrance of the room and continue to observe him. You see him hold the menu in one hand and the phone in the other as he carefully skims the beverage options.

“One matcha latte with almond milk and one iced americano,” he requests.

He remembered your favorite cafe order: you’re precious matcha latte. You’re shocked at this since, as his assistant, you’re usually the one to order your food at any given moment, so there’s no reason for him to archive that detail about you in his mind. After hanging up the phone, Baekhyun leans to place the menu on the coffee table. In that motion, he catches your figure standing by the entrance way. He sucks in a sharp pull of air. He stares back, wordlessly. He himself wasn’t prepared to see you in his clothing. It did something to him he wasn’t ready for. Warmth gathers in his chest. He looks you up and down as you make your way over to him. The shirt’s hem stops at such a delicious height on your thigh, tempting even. Any higher and he would have a hard time being discreet with his gaze.

“Thanks for breakfast, Baek,” you say smiling. Baekhyun could have died. You, standing in front of him in just his shirt, and calling him a new nickname? For the first time that trip, you had Baekhyun blushing.

Not too soon after, the food arrives and you two pleasantly share the meal together. At the end of your main meal, you indulge in the included sweet morning treat: churros and chocolate. It’s no secret that you love sweets - Baekhyun gifts you a set of chocolates every year for your birthday. You pick up the thick, cinnamon and sugar covered fried stick of dough and dip it into the accompanied pot of liquified chocolate. With anticipation of the flavor and little else in your mind, you lift it up to your lips and take a bite. You close your eyes as you savor the decadent dessert. You’re sure your lips have curved up into a smile as you chew.

Sitting across from you, Baekhyun finds your deep enjoyment of sweets adorable, as well as the chocolate sauce that is left on the corner of your mouth. He reaches over the table to swipe it away with his thumb. He wishes he could have licked it off. The unexpected contact causes you to open your eyes just after swallowing.

“You had something there,” he says wiping his thumb off with a napkin.

You feel your cheeks heat up. Gosh, why does he keep making your heart flutter, it’s as if he’s doing it on purpose at this point. He gives you a smile as he raises from his chair.

“Here,” he scoots his set of churros towards you, “have mine too.”

He affectionately ruffles your hair with his hand and leaves to sit at the desk in the bedroom. You watch him leave, he has such a confident stride when he walks. It’s sexy. You return your gaze to the churros and aren’t shy about finishing them. You eat your way to the last remaining churro. After dipping it, you bring it over to yourself slowly… too slowly. The chocolate sauce that coated the end drips directly onto Baekhyun’s clean white button up. Shit, shit, shit. You shoot up and scurry to the bathroom, passing Baekhyun on your way. Baekhyun turns his head in concern when he sees you run into the bathroom. You immediately take the shirt off and run it under the water of the fully blasting faucet. You wouldn’t forgive yourself if you ruined a perfectly good shirt that he kindly lent to you. Drowned out by the sound of the running water and the swarm of thoughts in your mind, Baekhyun goes unnoticed as he steps in the bathroom and shuts the door behind him. In the middle of your desperate attempts to scrub the stain out of his shirt, you suddenly feel yourself encased. Baekhyun’s hands are on each of your sides. You look up into the large mirror in front of you and see Baekhyun right behind you as you stand there topless in just a pair of panties. You could have screamed but you caught yourself. You’re frozen with shock. You thought it’d be bad just if he saw that you stained his shirt, but this is so, so much worse. Or so you tell yourself.

“You know, I came in here out of concern,” he starts, “you ran right past me without saying anything and you didn’t even close the door, I had to do it for you.”

“Baekhyun, get out!” You protest as you miserably try to cover yourself.

But he doesn’t move, he stays pressed up against you, forcing you to stay facing the sink. Trapped for him to control.

“Finish what you’re doing.”

Through the mirror, your eyes shoot daggers at him, but he wouldn’t know how it’d feel to get directly hit by them. He’s been peering down at you from the side this whole time. He watches your pride crumble in front of him, because of him, directly with his own eyes.

He continues, “This is my shirt, that I own,” he pauses, “I deserve to oversee it with all the damage that you’ve done.”

It wasn’t the shirt that he wanted to oversee, it was you.

You’re in disbelief but guilty. In a desperate attempt to make this moment pass as soon as possible, you continue to tend to the shirt, though your tries at truly getting what is left of the stain out are futile. After a minute of rubbing and rinsing as best you can, you turn off the faucet in defeat.

“Please,” you let out in a whisper, “I’m so embarrassed right now, you have no idea. This is the most I can do, I’m sorry,” you say with your head down, not able to meet his eyes in the mirror.

He stays silent. Your mind races. You’re afraid that he’s upset. In this moment of stillness, you feel uneven pressure against your ass. Something hard pokes you from between you two. You look up and see his eyes closed and his lips parted. He’s aroused. It’s so obvious and you’re so gone. Byun Baekhyun, your hot as fuck boss, is pressed up against you in the bathroom of the suite that he paid for for you two, with a boner that he can barely contain.

Your eyes travel from his delicate hands resting in the edge of the counter, to his wrist decorated in a platinum Rolex watch, then up his arm. Slowly, you turn around to fully face him. Your eyes are level with his broad chest. It’s contained by a plain black tee and decorated with his beloved gold Chrome Hearts cross necklace. Eventually you meet his face. Your eyes lock.

His eyes flicker to your lips for a moment.

“Can I be honest?” He asks.

You nod in earnest, hanging on to his every word.

“There’s something I’ve wanted to do for a while.”

You wait for him to continue. He holds your chin between his thumb and forefinger and gives you a sweet but firm kiss on the lips. This one peck turns into two, then three. Each lasting longer than the last, until you both are fully exploring each other’s mouths. You decide to get flirty: in the middle of your kiss, you pull away to lick his bottom lip. This elicits a deep groan from him. You gently bite his bottom lip while pulling away; it snaps back into place. Baekhyun presses his forehead to yours after that amazing kiss.

“God, you’re gonna be the death of me,” he says breathless. The lack of contact doesn’t last long, though. Now that you’re facing him unlike earlier, he takes the opportunity to unashamedly get a good look at your body. He bites his lip as he fully takes in the sight of you. After a good up and down, his eyes stay tethered to your breasts. He cups them in his big hands before swirling his thumbs around your nipples. You moan softly and throw your arms around his shoulders. He bends and latches his lips to your neck. He leaves open mouthed kisses on this long stretch of skin, all for him to mark. He notes one special area that makes you throw your head back.

“Please, Baek,” you pant out.

“Please what?”

“I-I need you.”

“Where?” he asks, the roughness in his voice palpable. You grab his hand and put it right over your mound that is covered only by your panties. His eyes flash a darker shade of brown.

Baekhyun sinks down your body, his hands take a quick tour, running along your torso, swiping your breasts, your stomach, and down your legs as his knees get closer to the floor. He swiftly meets the cool, hard tile. He braces himself by holding onto your hips.

“Spread your legs, I want to taste you.” He commands and you obey.

His teeth meet the top of your panties; he bites the fabric and drags them down — they drop to your ankles.

He looks hungry. He gives your pussy a kiss.

“So so pretty.”

He finally gets a taste. Your fingers grip his hair in pleasure as he uses the thick, well-trained muscle to swirl around your swollen bud. With no more delay, he dips his tongue between your folds, eating you out with passion.

“Ah, Baek,” you whine languidly. Baekhyun smirks against you, still loving your new name for him. He fucks you with his tongue, getting more impatient by the second.

Suddenly, Baekhyun stands tall again, you see the big tent in the front of his pants. He looks, and is, uncomfortably hard. You can’t help but stare. He notices and brings your hand to touch his bulge atop the thin fabric of his cotton pajama pants.

“See what you do to me baby?”

Your mouth is agape. He really wants you and there’s no denying it now. In a drunken daze, ready to be filled, you pull down the waistband of his pants and underwear. You see it spring out, thick, hard, and angrily leaking with pre cum. You run a finger along the shaft. You see him shut his eyes and he makes a fist out of frustration. You smile, successfully teasing him. You give in and grip his cock with your hand entirely, giving it a couple of strokes up and down. Baekhyun reattaches his lips to yours as you get him impossibly hard.

He says, with little restraint left, “I need to fuck you. Now.”

He regains control and grabs your waist to lift you up onto the bathroom counter. You keep your legs spread wide for him to fit himself in between. He pumps himself one more time before lining his cock up with your entrance. His eyes flick up to yours before he takes the plunge; he wants to be sure you feel the same desire, the same ache, the same burning need. You give him a nod with needy eyes.

He watches your face closely as he sinks into you. He pushes in slowly. He could get off solely from seeing your face contort from pleasure. You both groan at this new depth of contact, of intimacy, and most notably, of pleasure. Baekhyun wants to shut his eyes and focus on how tight and wet you are around his length, but he doesn’t. He keeps his eyes open. He doesn’t want to miss a single movement from you. He wants to catch ever squirm, every wriggle, every sigh and lip bite. He wants to see all the evidence of his effect on you.

He thrusts into you go deeper and deeper as you beg him to go harder. Heavy breaths and terse grunts leave his lips. Meanwhile, you can’t control yourself. Your eyes roll back and your hands smooth over his broad shoulders and back, feeling his muscles tense with every movement he makes.

“I want you to see how pretty you look when you’re stuffed with my cock,” He breathes out.

Before you can react, you’re lifted off the counter and he promptly turns you around — returning you to your original position that started all this. His hand snakes around from behind and grips your neck. Your back arches. You’re forced to look up and at yourself in the mirror. He gives it a slight squeeze, restricting your airflow. Your eyes roll back at the dizzying sensation. You can focus on nothing but the pleasure that is welling up inside of you. Your mind and body is filled with him.

“Look at how you fall apart for me,” he whispers into your ear before once again attaching his mouth to your neck, nibbling that special spot of yours. You’re his and he wants you to remember that beyond the hotel stay. Not your shitty ex-boyfriend’s, not Suho’s, his.

You let out a cry at the love bite, too fucked out to care how loud you are. He switches his grip from your neck to now being wrapped around your hair, pulling your head back. You’re completely exposed, tits bouncing with the impact from him slamming into you. You can’t control your moans as he pummels inside of you; thrust after thrust you feel that band within your stomach tightening, getting closer and closer to snapping.

“Fuck, Baek please! I’m so close,” you whine out.

Your pussy grips his cock, ready to milk him for everything he has.

“Yeah, you want to cum? You want to cum all over my pretty cock don’t you?”

You nod your head in ecstasy. “Yes, yes, yes,” you chant.

Baekhyun’s grip on your waist tightens and his eyebrows furrow. He looks down, mesmerized at his cock disappearing inside of you.

“Fucking cum for me,” he grunts out roughly.

You feel your body tremble as your release takes over. Your vision goes white; your body explodes under his grasp. Soon after, you feel Baekhyun grip your waist the hardest he ever has.

“You’re gonna take every drop,” he forces out through gritted teeth. He stills in you and throws his head back with a growl. His thick cock pulses inside of you as it shoots his pent up load. Thick ropes of his hot white cum paint your walls.

If his hand wasn’t on your waist to hold you up, you would have collapsed from your unstable legs. You close your eyes, still recovering from the intense orgasm. Your body is spent. He slowly pulls out of you; you feel the mix of your secretions seep out your cunt.

Your body feels heavy in this moment, but with the kiss that Baekhyun lands on your shoulder, your heart flutters and feels light.

#baekhyun smut #baekhyun fic #exo smut #exo fic #baekhyun fanfic #exo fanfic #baekhyun #exo #baekhyun x reader #minors dni divider by @anitalenia #dark blue divider by @hyuneskkami #veronica writes

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eomayas · 1 year ago

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exo masterlist

key: smut (s), suggestive (sg), fluff (f), angst (a), request (r), complete (c) [for series], popular(🌷), personal favorite (🌹)

EXO

— airport dads

— sugar daddy line

— exo when angry | r

— exo simping | sg 🌷

— jealous exo

— pda

— being shipped with another idol | r

kim minseok

— best friend | f

— in the morning | s, f, r 🌹

kim junmyeon

— sneakin’ | s, a

— nip slip | s 🌷

— testy | s 🌹

— handsome stranger | f

— strictly business | s, r 🌹

— yours | f, a, r

— wants & needs | s, f, r

byun baekhyun

— baby blues | f, a, r

— unplanned | a, r

— besos | f, r

— frisky | sg, r 🌹

— baby blues (vol. 2) | f, a, r

— soft side | f, r

— the bodyguard | f, a, r

— broken promises | a, r

— (computer) games | f, r

— cream soda | s, f, r 🌷

— all the rumors are true | f, a 🌷🌹

— closure | s, a

— fantasy | sg, a, f

kim jongdae

— coming soon

park chanyeol

— back 2 u | a, sg, r

— new thing (series) | s, f, a, c

— rainy day | s, r

— call me what you want, when you want, if you want | a, f, r

do kyungsoo

— make it up to you | s 🌹

— caught in the act | s, f 🌷🌹

— amore | f

— tender love | f, r

— ninety | a, f

— interruptions | f, sg 🌹

— swervin | s

kim jongin

— d appointment | s, f

— confessions | f, a (sequel to d appointment)

— friendly competition | f

— take a break | f, r

oh sehun

— 10:07 pm | s

— firsts | s, f, r

#exo imagines #exo scenarios #exo x reader #exo x you #baekhyun x reader #exo #baekhyun imagine #baekhyun x you #baekhyun scenario #do kyungsoo #park chanyeol #kim minseok #kim jongin #oh sehun #byun baekhyun #kim jongdae #kim junmyeon

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miabbh · 8 months ago

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Princess Skin 💈

husband!Baekhyun x reader

Synopsis: that your husband is a starved man when the matter is you, nothing new; sometimes, though, you need to remind him that you have a princess skin and it's sensitive & he needs to shave. it's okay to dely his morning banquet, you try to tell him; it actually is, he conforms, you're there to help.

Genre: playfull banter, slice of life, quite ⚠⚠ explicit smut ⚠⚠ (oral sex–fem!receiving) | ~2,5k words

A low, hoarse sigh escapes Baekhyun's lips, resonating from deep within his chest, filling the quiet intimacy of the bathroom. The sound lingers, blending into the golden warmth of the wall lights as you gently tilt his head to the side.

He obeys without hesitation, his eyes fluttering shut, his hands resting firmly on your thighs. His grip is steady, grounding, hungry, fingers curling slightly over the hem of your oversized T-shirt—the one he used to wear but now lives permanently on your side of the wardrobe and makes a familiar sense of pride burn on his chest.

With careful precision, you trace the line of his jaw with the razor, your movement slow and deliberate as the white layer disappears to give way to his beautiful skin tone. His skin is warm beneath your touch, and the faint scratch of stubble yields easily to the blade in a dry sound.

You focus, the rhythm of the task drawing you in so you don't cut him. Or at least, you try. Maybe, you do focus—on the closeness of his body, his breath soft against your wrist, the way the tips of his fingers play with your skin, that threatens to distract you.

You take the blade to the basin full of water on your left, leaving the foam and the so short dark hairs floating in it. You can feel his eyes on you, following each movement with his gaze as your breasts gently sway beneath the fabric. The height difference is not significant, even with you sitting on the counter, but your gaze is slightly above his as you side eye him, arched eyebrow.

Those dark brown chocolate eyes melt slowly as a smirk grows on his lips, the fire beneath them burning slow, low and that oh so well pretended good behavior of his...

It had all started that morning, not long before this moment, when you were stirred awake by the faint, bristling sensation of his stubble against your neck. The warmth of him pressed against your back was the first thing you registered—the solid weight of his chest rising and falling in the slightly accelerated rhythm you've learned to know too well the meaning. Half-asleep, you instinctively raised a hand to his face, your fingers brushing over the rough texture of his unshaven jaw hidden in the tangle of your hair.

A warm kiss pressed against your neck, right where the steady pulse of blood thrummed beneath your skin. His lips lingered, soft yet deliberate, coaxing your breath to hitch as the warmth of his mouth sent a gentle shiver cascading down your spine.

The sheets rustled as he shifted beside you before the soft moan leave your lips fully, the faint weight of them pulling away leaving you more exposed to the cool morning air.

You stirred, your body half-claimed by sleep, yet acutely aware of him. His hand slid along your thigh, the touch slow and unhurried, a silent request you couldn't deny. The mattress dipped slightly under his weight as he repositioned himself between your thighs, his movements purposeful but tender. Fingers brushed against the fabric of your shirt, the hem riding higher with every inch he claimed until his right hand cupped your breast, squeezing it with the whole palm.

Your back arched against the touch as you looked for a more comfortable position, already feeling a pleasant tingling in your stomach, your breathing quickening in anticipation, too drowned to him, to his touch, to all the things you knew he was caplable of doing and still surprised you every single time.

Your mind, intoxicated by expectation and not fully awakened sleep, took a while to register the muffled words coming from under the sheets. Before you could think to ask, the pressure from your panties on your hip bone as he pulled them to the side made you close your eyes again.

The tips of his fingers moved ever so slightly over your already wet clit, a gasp getting stuck in your throat. You could already imagine it—his face focused, his eyes wide and bright as he licked his soft pink lips, preparing to devour a feast. And oh my- you loved seeing him so hopelessly starved of you first thing in the morning.

You fought the instinct to close your legs when his index and middle finger slid between yours wet folds, caught by his teasing. Although, the soft satisfied sound that left your lips quickly turned into one of frustration, his fingers no longer touching you, the stubborn elastic of your panties covering your clit again.

The soft light from the room illuminated his face as you lifted the sheets, peeking at him. A wave of heat burned your cheeks as you caught him with both fingers on his mouth, lingering just against the tip of his tongue as he looked up at you.

Any complaint has left your being. You left him be, laying back down, his image stuck in the back of your mind.

But then you felt it—the rough scrape of his stubble, this time against the sensitive skin of your inner thigh. The contrast was exquisite, a deliberate tease that made your breath catch in your throat.

"Baby…" you murmured, blindly grabbing his hair as a shiver runned down your spine on a not-so-satisfying feeling.

He didn't seem to listen, his touch unrelenting yet gentle, his hands steady as they coaxed your legs further apart as his lips met your warmth, sucking it gently. A soft, low hum came from him, a sound that vibrated against your skin, reverberating through you.

You held back a melodic ah as the kisses and hickeys spread your leaking wetness, his teeth too teasing you, parted only enough to let the warm breaths of air chill you a little more.

You knew he had lost the patience to wait when both hands grabbed you, one by your thigh and the other by the curve of your butt, holding your panties with the thumb right before his tongue sinfuly make its way from your entrance up to the clit.

The sensation had you shivering, the brown strands intertwined tightly around your fingers. But then, a burning sensation took over.

"Baek..." a slight frown wrinkle your forehead as you spoke. "You're scratching me."

He paused for a moment, just long enough to let the anticipation build, his warm breath fanning over your exposed skin.

"You’re really making me stop to go shave?" he murmured from beneath the sheets, the rough edge of his stubble grazing your inner thigh again as be leaned on the elbows.

You tilted your head back against the pillow, your voice barely steady as you tried to pull your leg away.

"You already know my opinion on that."

You could feel him smirking against your skin, pressing another lingering kiss just above your knee.

"If I even grow a beard someday, will you keep me away from you sweet pussy for at least three weeks 'til it's longer enough not to sting?" he teased, his hands sliding further up your leg, his touch igniting sparks which were all concentrated between your legs.

You tried to form a witty reply, the warmth of his breath and the deliberate hoarse words against your bare skin making it impossible to think clearly for a few seconds.

"Most likely." you managed to say, the mental image of a Baekhyun with a beard being difficult to conceive.

Baekhyun let go of your thighs, the warm sigh—more like a laugh—that left his mouth got you weak, and for a moment you almost pulled him back to you.

Reappearing from under the sheets scratching his chin, he looked at you. His lips found their way to yours, his whole body weighing you down against the mattress.

You could feel your taste on him, the growing hardness in his pyjama's pants pressing against you.

"Wanna help me?" he whispered, his voice low, thick with that sweet, convincing manipulation he wielded so well. His gaze moved down from your eyes to your lips, down to your neck—his thumb running through your clavicles. "Can't have my breakfast getting cold while waiting for me…"

And that is how you ended up here—perched on the counter, your legs parted to frame him as he stands between them. His gaze follows your every movement, dark and unwavering, as you dip the razor into the basin and wipe it clean on the towel.

The room is quiet save for the faint sound of water droplets and the soft scrape of metal as you carefully slid the blade down the line of his throat. His pulse steady, though the faint rise and fall of his chest betrays a quiet anticipation.

His adam's apple shifts, slow and deliberate, as he swallows under your careful touch.

You pause for a moment, your thumb brushing over the smooth skin you’d left in the razor's wake. His eyes flick up to meet yours, holding you there with a look that is equal parts trust and something deeper—something raw, burning hot and leaving you nervous.

The corner of his mouth tug upward in a slow, lazy smile.

"You like this, don’t you?" he teases, his voice soft, playful.

"You seem to be enjoying it more than me." you murmur, and his hands tighten ever so slightly on your thighs, moving further.

You roll your eyes, though the warmth creeping up your neck betrays your pretended annoyance. Carefully, you tilt his chin higher, exposing more of his neck, your fingers brushing against the sharp edge of his jaw. The moment is intoxicating, the intimacy—his surrender, your sense of control, the quiet tension crackling between you like static electricity.

You can feel the tiny, slippery puddle forming in the marble under you, your panties—left somewhere you'll probably only find out after you get back from work— no longer being a protective barrier.

"You know…." he says, his voice low and gravelly. "...we could make of this a routine; I let my beard grow a little more than usual, you get all upset and bossy because I scratch your princess skin, and you get to see my face up this close while I-" he slides his thumb over your wetness, making you pull the blade away. A smirk grows on his face. "-til her royal highness authorize the presence of my mouth between her legs again. Huh? What do you say? Good deal?"

You sigh, spreading your legs slightly more. You try to disguise it, wiping the razor clean again, but the gaze is mischief enough for you to know you got caught.

It's not like he's in a place to speak: you could literally see the entire outline of his dick against the pants, his shoulders tense in an anticipation that you know too well. He's as needy as you, but his patience begins to inhibit itself—something you grow used to for good and for bad since he returned from the military.

"Stay still. I'm not done yet." Your eyes flicked back up to his, locking onto the dark intensity there.

A single line of shaving cream remained, stretching from his chin to the base of his neck, and you couldn't help but let your lips curl into a faint, teasing smile.

"My only intention is not to get all scratched up." you add, your voice light with a hint of mischief.

His smirk was slow, deliberate, and maddeningly confident. His falsely shy fingers slide into your folds with a mix of restraint and indulgence that, he knows, leaves you aching for more. Looking into your eyes, he slowly curls them up against your sensitive walls.

"I think we both know you don't mind a little scratch." he says, his voice dropping just enough to send a shiver up your spine.

You shift on the counter, your buttock slipping on the cold marble due to that messy puddle you forgot about. Baekhyun grabs your hip with the free hand, steadying you in place.

"Eager, baby?" he teases.

You narrow your eyes at him, looking down at his left hand under your shirt. With a silently warning—to which he responds with a firmer grip the stillness of his fingers and hiding the lower lip, stretching the chin skin—you take the razor's next glide, slow and steady along the smooth curve of it.

"Keep talking and I might 'accidentally' nick you." you warn him, though the way your thumb lightly brushes him betrays the care you are taking, trying not to squeeze his fingers, sinking them deeper.

His Adam's apple bobbed again as he swallowed, the movement deliberate.

"I'm not worried." he replies as the blade leaves his skin as you make him tilt the head back again to light, checking your work. His tone a mix of trust and something more playful. "You'd never risk ruining your masterpiece."

You snort softly, dipping the razor back into the water and wiping it clean on the towel.

"Such confidence in me." you mutter, shaking your head, trying to deny the warmth curling low in your stomach at the way his gaze hadn't left you for a second. Only the grip of his on you is keeping you from moving by now.

He leans in slightly, just enough for the edge of his stubble to graze your wrist as you adjust his chin again.

"Confidence, or just faith in you?" his voice a low rumble seems to vibrate through the small space between you. He digs his fingers into you, his thumb finding the pressure point just above your clit and moving in small circles. "You're my beloved wife, aren't you? So committed to keeping me in line... or at least keeping me smooth."

You pause, the razor held just above his skin, your breath catching as you close your eyes. For a moment, neither of you move, the air between you thick and warm.

"Baek..." His nickname falls from your lips in a barely audible whisper, the sound trembling in the quiet space. Your eyes flicker upward, struggling to meet his intense gaze as you steel yourself. "Lemme finish this and I'm all yours."

Baekhyun smirks, the curve of his lips both wicked and knowing. He shifts slightly, the smallest movement sending his thumb grazing over your clit—just enough to steal your breath and make you falter. Then, just as quickly, he pulls away, leaving a warmth that lingers long after his touch is gone.

"Go ahead." he murmurs, his tone laced with amusement.

And then, with deliberate care, you resume your work, the corner of your lips lifting ever so slightly.

"Not an easy job, to keep you smooth." you put down the blade, holding up the towel to clean his skin of any remaining cream and opening the moisturizing cream bottle. You apply a gentle layer of it on his skin, proud of your job, but it's quickly forgotten. "And it's probably over now…"

He grins.

"Of course it is." he leans against you again, his lips moving against yours as your hips are grabbed against his with a fast movement, taking you away from the counter. Your legs instinctively intertwine around his hips, you hands finding home on the back of his neck and hair.

The sensation is maddening, his lips finding their way downward, planting feather-light kisses along the curve of your neck, each one slow and deliberate, leaving a trail of warmth and want in their wake.

"Let me have my sweet treat now." he murmurs before making his way to the bed, sinking you into the pillows and crumpled sheets.

His body towers over yours, his broad shoulders pressing on your thighs open. His lips meet your stomach in a slow pace, his tongue pressing against your skin before sinking into your pussy again.

You glance down, your breath hitching as your eyes meet his—hungry, desperate, and unwavering. His starved gaze locks onto yours, the raw intensity in his expression sending a wave of heat coursing through your body.

The sounds of his tongue and lips working against you fill the room, unrestrained and unapologetic, echoing through the space with an intimacy that makes you see stars for a moment.

A moan escapes your lips, drawn out by the relentless rhythm of his movements. The sound seems to affect him too, and he answers with a low groan of his own, muffled against you as his hips press into the mattress beneath him. The sheets rustle under his weight, his movements restless, insatiable.

Your hand finds its way to his hair, tangling in the dark strands as his name falls from your lips in a breathless cry. He doesn't stop, doesn't falter; if anything, your touch spurs him further, his focus entirely on you, on this, on the unspoken connection binding you together, and on the way he seems go never get enough of you.

His hands roam over your skin, your thighs, your hips, your waist. His touch is almost frantic, fingers digging in as though he's anchoring himself, or perhaps losing control altogether.

You catch the faint glimmer of tears pooling in the corners of his eyes, his pupils blown wide with lust, his face flushed and utterly consumed by the moment. And oh... you're thankful you're also a pillow princess.

#mia's meows #baekhyun imagine #baekhyun #byun baekhyun #baekhyun smut #baekhyun x reader #baekhyun imagines #baekhyun fanfic #baekhyun fic #ah i wanna have him as my husband too 🥹#can i?#it's just me or the shaving creams do actually have a very nice smell?#i swear i love it although i just feel it when im shopping and occupying time while my mother chooses the shower gel for the month #anyway #Baek's stubble is also a fantasy cuz there's no pics of it #we all know who's the real princess here #i'll shut up now im shy #i wasn't the one who wrote this!!!!!!!!

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crimsonbubble · 1 year ago

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YALL IM GONNA START BARKING

#TY TIKTOK FOR THE BAEKHYUN PICS GOOD LORD #bubbly speaks <3 #ateez x reader #ateez smut #ateez yunho #yunho ateez #jeong yunho #exo smut #exo x reader #baekhyun x reader #baekhyun smut #exo baekhyun #byun baekhyun

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edenesth · 1 year ago

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Scarlet Requiem

Pairing: emperor!Baekhyun x empress!reader

AU: historical au (Goryeo era)

Word Count: 4k

Summary: In his reign, Baekhyun strived to be a virtuous emperor, all for the sake of his kind-hearted empress, steadfastly resisting the temptations of power that had corrupted those before him. He held onto the belief that this was the key to securing her eternal presence by his side. Yet, he learned, to his heartbreak, that this very resolve would lead to the cruellest loss of all.

Genre: heavy angst

Trigger Warnings: major character death, violence, gore, lots of blood

MAIN MASTERLIST

"Capture that demon before she flees!"

Her hands trembled as she gazed at her reflection in the ornate gold mirror. Once healthy skin now bore a sickly pallor, brown eyes turned crimson, tears staining her cheeks red. Even her jet-black hair had transformed to snowy white. Confusion and fear gripped her as she struggled to comprehend the inexplicable transformation.

As guards roughly seized her arms, she pleaded, "No, please! I've done nothing wrong! I don't understand any of this!"

"Of course, you'd deny it, Your Imperial Majesty," sneered the Minister of Rites, one of many who had urged her husband, the emperor, to accept their daughters as concubines. "Little did you know, those potions you received from the royal healer for the past month were meant to reveal your true nature by shedding your human guise."

Horror pierced her heart as realisation dawned. The tonics meant to maintain her health had been a ruse. She had been poisoned, it explained the sudden and alarming changes in her body and health.

"You," she whispered, the weight of the truth settling heavily upon her. "It was all you."

She was not naive; she understood the ministers' discontent with her influence over Baekhyun throughout his reign. Their persistent attempts to sway him, offering their daughters as concubines to bolster their own power and threaten her position, had not escaped her notice. Their frustration must have reached its zenith when her husband adamantly refused their advances, steadfast in his commitment to her as his one and only empress.

"Hm? I'm not sure I understand what you're implying," the man smirked, his deceptive tone belying his words. "We've long suspected there was more to you, Your Imperial Majesty. It appears you're indeed a demon, effortlessly manipulating the emperor. Surely a man of his stature would desire more than one woman by his side?"

Struggling against the guards' grasp, she retorted weakly, "You vile cowards. You'll rue the day my husband learns of this..."

The pieces of the puzzle fell into place, revealing their sinister plot. They had bided their time, seizing the perfect opportunity amidst the chaos of war. With Baekhyun, the virtuous emperor she had wished him to be, leading the army, they saw their chance to poison her, framing her as a demon to eradicate her while he was away.

"Or perhaps we'll witness the rise of the ambitious emperor we've long awaited. He will finally be able to reach his full potential without you here obstructing his path," he sneered, gesturing towards the approaching healer with another bowl of poison. "Just comply and drink your tonic, Your Imperial Majesty. Your suffering will soon end, and our nation will thrive under the rule of a new emperor, liberated from your naive ideals."

As the sinister men tightened their grip, she sobbed in agony, the relentless headache from the past month resurfacing with a vengeance. Each touch felt like a dagger through her skull, each word a cruel reminder of her plight.

With an apologetic bow of his head, the healer cupped her jaw, his hands trembling as he forced the bowl of poison towards her lips. "Forgive me, Your Imperial Majesty," he whispered, his voice trembling with remorse. "This will be the last one, I promise."

She gagged as the bitter liquid slid down her throat, burning with each swallow. Crimson tears streamed down her white face as she choked on the vile concoction, feeling her strength wane with each passing moment. In that desperate moment, all she could do was pray for salvation from the nightmare consuming her.

As the healer finally released his hold, she felt despair engulf her. The bitter poison settled within her damaged insides, coursing through her veins like a silent killer, slowly consuming her from within.

"It is done, my lord. The empress will not survive through the night," the healer declared, his voice carrying a finality that chilled her to the bone.

The minister's grin widened with satisfaction. "Excellent. Arrange for someone to confirm her death by dawn. Let her enjoy her final moments in the comforts of her own chambers. His Imperial Majesty will surely be grateful we've rid him of his treacherous demon of a wife upon his return from war."

Laying limply in the centre of her grand chambers, the very space she had once despised before ascending to empress, memories flooded her mind. She recalled the scepticism that clouded her heart when she first found herself falling for the crown prince of the nation. After all, history had taught her that no happy endings awaited the women who loved emperors. But Baekhyun was different—he was loving, caring, and considerate, going to great lengths to prove his devotion to her.

He swore never to take concubines, to resist the allure of power, and to remain hers, and hers alone. Despite the admiration of the entire nation, he remained committed to prioritising her above all else, even if it meant drawing the ire of his ministers and officials. Their accusations of his partiality towards his empress over his nation only served to strengthen his resolve, his unwavering loyalty to her.

But now, as she lay weakened by poison, she realised the tragic irony of his goodness. It was his very commitment to righteousness that led him to the battlefield, refusing to let his men fight in his stead. And it was this decision that ultimately sealed their fate, leaving her to face the consequences of his noble intentions.

As the darkness closed in around her, she couldn't help but wonder how Baekhyun would react upon returning to find her lifeless form in this state. Would he succumb to the poisonous words of his ministers, believing their accusations that she had been a demon all along? Would he entertain the notion that she had bewitched him, clouding his judgement and leading him astray?

Or would he remain firm in his loyalty, unwavering in his belief that this was nothing more than a cruel ploy to rid him of her for good? In the depths of her fading consciousness, she desperately clung to the hope that he would see through the lies, that his love for her would prevail over doubt.

On the brink of death, she yearned to trust in his endless devotion to her, to believe that he would never doubt the love they shared. It was a fragile hope, but in that moment, it was all she had to cling to as she slipped further into the darkness, awaiting the inevitable arrival of dawn and the fate it would eventually bring.

"Forgive me for not being strong enough, Baek," she whispered into the stillness of the chamber, her voice barely a breath against the heavy silence. "Please don't blame yourself for any of this."

As the darkness threatened to swallow her entirely, she couldn't help but reflect on the warnings of history, the cautionary tales of women who loved emperors, only to meet tragic ends. Once again, it seemed, she had fallen victim to the same fate.

Her vision blurred with crimson tears as memories flooded her mind—moments shared with Baekhyun before he departed for battle, blissfully unaware that they would be their last. Each memory stung with bittersweet intensity, a painful reminder of what could have been, had fate been kinder.

As her life ebbed away, flashes of cherished moments with him flickered through her mind like scattered stars in the night sky.

Wrapped in the warmth of silk sheets, doubts clouded her mind one morning, questioning her husband's resolve to remain faithful amidst the pressures of his position.

"Would you truly refuse to take any concubines, Baek?" she inquired, her voice laced with uncertainty. "You're aware that the ministers and officials desire it, and perhaps even the citizens of our nation. For all we know, the people might have grown weary of this same dull empress who has yet to bear you an heir."

He drew her close, pulling the silk sheets higher to shield her bare form from the chill seeping through the open windows. Pressing a tender kiss upon her head, he smiled reassuringly. "Never, my love. I do not care for their political machinations. I won't forsake my vow to you. You will remain my only wife, that is final. I did not ask to be emperor, the role was thrust upon me. Now that I am here, they should at least be grateful I am fulfilling my general duties."

She chuckled, nestling into the crook of his neck as he added, "Besides, if the ministers and officials are so displeased, they could just dismiss me. That would be even better; we could live in a quiet little village, just as we've always dreamed."

In another memory, standing before her reflection, plagued by insecurities instilled by the scheming ministers, his unwavering admiration melted her fears away.

"You look beautiful, my empress. You always do," he reassured, approaching from behind to envelop her in his arms.

"Not as beautiful as those young maidens, I fear. I am old," she confessed, feeling a twinge of self-consciousness after witnessing the ministers' attempts to seduce the emperor with their daughters.

Baekhyun gently turned her to face him. "If you're old, then I must be ancient," he teased. "I believe it's only fitting that I am with someone my age, and that's you, my empress. I have no interest in marrying children or anyone else for that matter; I am a taken man. Don't you dare compare yourself to anyone else again, you hear me? You're the most beautiful woman in my eyes, and that's all that matters."

In the final embrace before he departed for war, hearts heavy with the uncertainty of his return, they clung to each other.

"I will be back before you know it, my love. You'll wait for me, won't you?" her husband murmured against her neck, his arms tightening around her.

"Where else would I go, you idiot? Of course, I'll be waiting right here," she retorted, tightening her hold around his shoulders.

Amidst tears and laughter, he leaned in to kiss her deeply, pressing his lips against her soft ones over and over again to imprint the sensation into memory.

"I love you, my empress," Baekhyun whispered against her lips before pulling away, his eyes full of love and determination.

In the quiet of her chamber, she found solace in the fleeting recollections, clinging to them as the darkness threatened to consume her entirely. And as the crimson tears clouded her eyes once more, she resigned herself to the inevitable, silently bidding farewell to the life she once knew.

"I love you too, my emperor."

"I will not ask again, where is she?!" the emperor's voice thundered through the throne room as he stormed back into the palace, abandoning the battle upon learning the shocking revelation. According to the Minister of Rites in his letter, the empress had been discovered to be a demon all along, concealing her true nature under human skin to manipulate him and bend him to her will.

The eunuch panicked and fell to his knees. "Th-the empress is confined to her grand chambers, Your Imperial Majesty!"

Without uttering another word, Baekhyun stormed over immediately, his heart thumping loudly against his chest as fury overtook his being. Betrayal flooded his veins; he was seething with anger.

"You will regret lying to me," he growled under his breath, his vision zeroing in on the path towards her chambers, the place he frequented more than his own. "You will regret deceiving me."

Upon reaching the entrance of her chambers, he turned to the eunuch. "Gather all the ministers and officials who played a part in discovering the empress as what they claimed her to be in the throne room. I wish to speak with them soon."

"Yes, Your Imperial Majesty," the eunuch hurriedly replied before darting off to carry out his orders. Baekhyun steadied his breaths, his hand resting on the door as he prepared to face her once more. Under his breath, he vowed, "I swear, you will all regret it. How dare you accuse my wife of being what you are—demons."

I'm here now, my love.

Stepping into the familiar room, the emperor's heart raced with anxiety as he mulled over a perfect apology. He needed to express his deep remorse for not being there when she needed him the most, for failing to shield her from the treachery of those vultures. Reflecting on his actions, he realised he should have never left her behind. In his rush to leave for war, he had neglected to arrange proper protection for her. In hindsight, he understood that he should have never left her side in the first place.

Determined to make amends, he vowed to do better. He resolved to never again allow those ministers or officials the opportunity to torment her in his absence again. From now on, he would be her shield, her staunch protector, and her unending support.

But it might be too late for any of that.

His steps faltered, his breath caught in his chest, and his heart skipped a beat as he beheld the sight before his eyes. The sword in his hands slipped, clanging loudly as it hit the ground, and he sank to his knees in disbelief at the last thing he expected to see.

His shock deepened as he took in his wife's unrecognisable appearance. Crawling towards her limp form on the ground, he pulled her into his arms, his voice trembling with anguish. The horror settled within him like a heavy weight as he tried to imagine what atrocities these monsters had dared inflict upon her while he was gone. His mind raced with images of torture and torment, each one more gruesome than the last.

"Oh god, what have they done to you?" he whispered, his heart fracturing into a million shards as he struggled to comprehend her pale skin, her white hair, and the blood-like tears staining her cheeks. With shaking hands, he gently cupped her cold cheek, his fingers tracing the contours of her face as if seeking reassurance that she was still there, still his beloved wife.

"Please wake up, my love. This isn't funny, stop scaring me," he pleaded, his voice thick with emotion. "You promised to wait for me. You promised..." His words trailed off into a broken sob as he refused to accept anything but the truth, shaking his head in denial even as he searched desperately for a pulse, even when she remained unresponsive.

"No, no, no... this can't be real. It can't be," he murmured, his mind reeling with the unimaginable horror of what he had found.

Despair and regret enveloped him as he sobbed painfully, holding her lifeless body tightly against his chest. The realisation that she was truly gone, that her final moments were spent alone in the very room she despised just to be with him, weighed heavily on his heart. He grappled with the bitter truth that he had failed her, just as she had feared when she hesitated to be with him.

Gradually, his sorrow gave way to seething rage as he recalled the faces of the ministers and officials responsible for this atrocity. They had callously taken her life, foolishly believing he would be deceived by their feeble attempt to frame her. With trembling hands, he picked up a shard of the shattered bowl nearby and brought it to his nose, recognising the metallic scent of mercury.

Suddenly, everything clicked into place.

They had poisoned her with lethal doses of mercury, causing a myriad of symptoms—tremors, headaches, muscle weakness, kidney damage, and breathing difficulties. And the deliberate administration of such high doses to turn her hair white revealed their sinister intent from the outset.

Just how much had they fed her? It was evident they had intended to kill her from the start. Anguish and fury surged within him as he vowed to make them pay.

Gently caressing her cold cheek, he leaned in to kiss her unmoving lips, his own trembling against hers. He blamed himself for everything that had transpired. Perhaps if she hadn't been with him, she would have lived a better life—a normal life with a normal man. She wouldn't have to endure such a painful and cruel death.

It was all because of him.

Regret hung heavy in his heart, but dwelling on what could have been served no purpose.

"I'm so sorry, my wife," he whispered, his voice thick with grief. "Just hold on a bit longer, alright? I'll join you soon, but first, I'll make those bastards pay. Wait for me—I won't let you face this alone. Not again."

With resolve hardening in his heart, he retrieved his sword and sheathed it once more before lifting her lifeless form into his arms. Like a man burdened by death itself, he trudged towards the throne room where justice awaited. Kicking the doors open with a forceful thrust of his leg, he was met with a sea of horrified expressions from the ministers and officials. Clearly, they hadn't anticipated the emperor's dramatic entrance, cradling his beloved empress in his arms.

Ignoring their shocked gazes, he strode past them, his eyes fixed on the throne at the far end of the room. With careful tenderness, he laid his wife down upon the ornate seat, arranging her robes and ensuring her comfort as though she were merely sleeping. Pressing a solemn kiss upon her cold forehead, he turned to face the assembled council, their unease palpable in the air.

The guilty culprits remained frozen in their places, uncertain of what awaited them.

As the emperor's gaze swept over them, the ministers and officials for the first time felt a cold shiver of fear trickle down their spines. His expression was unreadable, his appearance wild and dishevelled compared to his usual polished demeanour. Specks of blood and dirt stained his robes and skin, his hair a tangled mess, half tied up in a disarray that mirrored the chaos within him.

Gone was the warm smile that often graced his features; instead, a slow, unsettling grin crept across his face.

"My dearest ministers and officials," he began, his voice low and laced with an eerie calmness. "Your message has been received loud and clear. I hope you're satisfied now that you've succeeded in eradicating the empress, as you so desperately desired. I've given it some thought, and perhaps... you were all right."

The Minister of Rites, attempting to feign nonchalance, cleared his throat. "A-about what, Your Imperial Majesty?" he stammered.

Baekhyun's eyes gleamed with a frightening intensity as he smirked, his demeanour bordering on madness. "About what this nation truly needs," he replied, his voice carrying a chilling edge.

"Not a good emperor, but a mad one."

Without giving the men before him time to register his words, all Baekhyun saw was red. In a split second, he unsheathed his sword and transformed into a bloodthirsty animal, cutting down anyone and everyone in his path. The Minister of Rites tried to flee but to no avail. He watched in complete horror as his colleagues dropped dead one by one, their blood splattering over the grand walls of the throne room, their screams echoing.

The emperor went on a rampage, leaving no man behind. The Minister of Rites, who had been behind the idea of poisoning the empress, smearing her name by labelling her a demon, and executing her, was now filled with regret. They had turned him into the mad king his empress had feared. Perhaps they had finally achieved their goal, but it wasn't what they were prepared for.

The minister collapsed to his knees before the emperor, realising that His Imperial Majesty had saved him for last. Trembling, he rubbed his hands together in a desperate plea. "P-please, everything I've done, it's for the betterment of our nation."

Baekhyun's humourless laughter echoed through the hall, sending shivers down the minister's spine. "You truly believe that, don't you? Of course, that includes subjecting my wife to all that torment. Yes, because that is exactly what the nation needs. Unfortunately for you, I am the emperor, and I determine what's best for the nation. And in this case, I think it's better off without traitors like you. See you on the other side," were the last words the minister heard before his head was severed from his neck, rolling off to join the others on the floor.

The emperor finally turned back, his eyes softening as they landed on his beloved's lifeless body. Making his way back towards her, he knelt down beside her, tears streaming down his face as he reached for her hand. Holding it to his cheek, he missed the warmth it once had.

"I'm coming now, my love," he whispered brokenly. "I'm sorry you had to wait for so long. I'll be there with you soon."

"Yes, I understand His Imperial Majesty's orders not to enter, but it's been hours. Surely, any assembly would have concluded by now, wouldn't it?" With apprehension and curiosity, a senior court lady pushed open the doors to the once-bustling throne room, expecting to find His Imperial Majesty and his council of ministers. Instead, she was met with a horrifying sight—a scene of bloodshed and chaos spread across the grand hall.

Her piercing scream echoed through the silent room, jolting nearby palace staff into action. Rushing to the scene, they were met with a scene that chilled them to the bone. At the end of the room, amidst a sea of lifeless bodies, lay the empress on the throne, her appearance shocking all who beheld it. Beside her, her husband remained, his head cradled on her chest, their hands tightly clasped together. A gaping stab wound marred his chest—it seemed he had taken his own life before joining her in death.

Following that, the next prince in line promptly ascended the throne and found himself compelled to appoint an entirely new cabinet of ministers and officials. The entire nation descended into chaos, particularly since it was still embroiled in a war, with endless theories circulating about the events. While some speculated that the emperor succumbed to madness and killed his own council, others whispered of a conspiracy, suggesting that the ministers had orchestrated the demise of both the empress and the emperor.

Amidst this uncertainty, the new prince faced the daunting challenge of restoring order to the kingdom. With a heavy heart, he pledged to uncover the truth behind the tragic occurrences and ensure that justice was served to those responsible.

In the end, the truth of what truly occurred remained shrouded in mystery. All those involved had departed from the realm of the living. As centuries passed, that chapter in history became known as the Scarlet Requiem, a haunting tale that lingered in the collective memory of the kingdom. Despite countless efforts to unravel the enigma, the events surrounding the tragedy remained obscured by the sands of time, leaving future generations to ponder and speculate about the dark secrets of the past.

"What do you think really happened?" a woman asked her boyfriend as they studied a painting depicting the throne room scene in a museum dedicated to the events of the Scarlet Requiem.

He pondered for a moment before responding with a shrug. "It's hard to say. But judging by the way he's holding onto her, it seems he must have truly loved her. Let's hope they've found peace and happiness, whether in the afterlife or their next life."

She nodded in agreement, leaning into his comforting embrace. "Yeah, I hope so too."

He flashed a mischievous grin. "I'm just saying, if I were him, I wouldn't have left her for war in the first place."

She rolled her eyes and gave him a playful smack, though a smile danced on her lips. "I'm sure you wouldn't. I bet it's because the empress was described as beautiful as a celestial being."

He scoffed. "Doesn't matter to me how pretty she was. I'll stay only if you're my empress."

Unbeknownst to them, the couple had been contemplating their own past lives. Perhaps the emperor and empress had indeed found each other again in another existence.

Believe it or not, this has been on my mind for months ever since seeing those AI-generated photos of Baekhyun. I had an epiphany while looking at them again yesterday and just had to write this. It's my first EXO fic, and I hope it's decent hehe~

As always, thank you for reading and let me know your thoughts! <3

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hannie-berrie · 2 months ago

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Hi! I hope you're doing well,I have a small idea. Just suggesting~

Baekjin is sort of a very arrogant and inverted type of character right? He's kinda bossy and doesn't like mindless fooling around? Well what if there was this one student from his school,not the same class as him but she found out about him and his work. Provoked him at some point and instead of nagging him about how it's bad and all,instead she just comforted him? Like giving him a gentle hug and just...uk making him go soft perhaps?

Oooo good ideaaaaa anon

I hear you

Baekjin didn’t like being noticed, at least, not in the ways that made him feel seen.

Sure, people talked. They always did. “That weird quiet guy from 2-B.” “The one who never smiles” “Isn’t he the one who comes in class with bloody knuckles every Friday?" "Isn't he the one that fights near the Sinsadong?” But no one ever had the guts to approach him. They made space for him in the halls, kept their voices low when he walked by, and that’s exactly how he liked it.

Until her.

She wasn’t even in his class. Baekjin had barely registered her face before. Maybe once, in the library, or the rooftop at lunch. She didn’t seem particularly bold, didn’t wear a smug face like most who thought they knew something dangerous. But she’d seen him that night. The alleyway near the old coin laundry. Him, fists bloodied, rage burning in his lungs. She’d seen the way his gang had looked at him, like a king. Like someone who couldn’t be touched.

And the next day, she came up to him like it was nothing.

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“You fight ugly” you said plainly, leaning against the wall beside his locker.

Baekjin narrowed his eyes, immediately guarded. “What do you want?”

“Nothing.” You shrugged. “Just thought you should hear it"

He scoffed. “Don’t try to lecture me”

“That’s not it…" you said softly, almost too softly. “I think enough people try telling you what to do”

He expected the next part to be a threat, a bargain, maybe even some nervous, trembling fingers holding a recording. Instead, you stepped closer, too close, by normal standards, and, rested your hand on his back.

Baekjin stiffened.

This wasn’t romantic, not the way girls clung to him in fantasies or rumors. It was gentle, reassuring. Your hand rested flat against his back, no trembling, no hesitation. Just warmth.

His chest tightened.

“What are you doing?” His voice cracked more than he liked. Eye contact became more difficult to maintain.

“You looked like you needed it” you whispered.

He didn’t answer. He couldn’t.

It hit him like a damn freight train, how long had it been since someone heard him. All that weight he carried, expectations from the gang he’s running, fear from classmates, the constant need to stay ten steps ahead in case someone tried to betray him... it all pressed heavier under your touch, and somehow, at the same time, lighter.

He didn’t cry. He wasn’t the type. But his fists, still calloused from the night before, unclenched slowly at his sides.

When you finally pulled away, Baekjin felt colder, but not in the way he used to. More like something vulnerable had been exposed, and he didn’t hate it as much as he thought he would.

“I don’t get you.” he muttered.

“You don’t have to.” you replied with a small smile. “Just... maybe let yourself breathe, Baekjin.”

He stared at you a long moment, then sighed. “You’re weird.”

You smirked. “You’re worse”

But for the first time in a long while, Baekjin didn’t snap back. Instead, as you walked away, almost running away from how vulnerable this whole interaction had gotten him.

The following days, he found himself watching over you, not to assess danger, not to intimidate, but because something in him, some quiet, buried part, didn’t want you to go.

And maybe... just maybe, he didn’t have to keep pretending to be made of stone.

Not all the time.

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kawaiislutt · 2 months ago

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Fucking Professor Byun Baekhyun

{Paring: Professor Byun Baekhyun x Student Fem! Reader

{Genre/Tw: pure smut, unprotected sex, fingering, oral (f receiving), public sex (sex in a classroom, college au, sexual intercourse between a student and a teacher, cheating mentioned, (legal age gap obviously, 18+ so (mdni).

{Summary: In which you finally get your naughty professor to cave in and fuck you relentlessly on top of his work desk.

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“Doesn’t my pussy look so appetizing Mr Byun? Don’t you just wanna have a taste, of this sweet dripping pussy?” You taunted him, your long soft legs spread wide on top of the same desk he grades your papers. Your pussy glistened with arousal, your clit throbbing, and your tight hole clenched around nothing.

Mr Byun stared at you in disbelief, lust, and shame written all over his face. He didn’t expect for him to come back from his lunch break, seeing you spread out for him on his desk, presenting yourself like a whore. He fist tightened at his sides, his forehead now covered in a sheen of sweat. He watched as you performed such a sinful act, by spreading your pussy lips open with your fingers, teasing you entrance with your middle finger.

“M-Ms Y/n. This is definitely not appropriate, please stop this now.” His voice cracked, his breath ragged uneven, he knew deep down this was nothing but inappropriate, but at was like he couldn’t take his eyes off your wet cunt no matter how hard he tried.

“Oh bullshit Baekhyun, you don’t think I noticed, the way you look at me in such an inappropriate manner every time we’re in a lecture. The way you try to be discreet, when you look up my skirt, every time I go to pick something up I “accidentally dropped” I definitely did it on purpose though” you giggled, tapping on your pussy playfully, letting out a soft gasp, from you being so damn horny all afternoon.

Baekhyun felt his guard dropping so easily, you were nothing but trouble, a young girl, who’s out for an older man’s cock is what you are, a slut. It doesn’t make any better that he’s married, a wife at home, with a 5 year old daughter to top it off. But he can’t remember the last time he was intimate with his wife, all the quiet jerk off sessions in the shower, has been staring to get to him.

“Fuck! You know you’re putting me in such a tight situation, I mean I just came back from my lunch break, and you got your pussy all out in my classroom. How much a whore are you Ms Y/L/N?” He chuckled in disbelief, his pants uncontrollably tight, as he tries to fight the urge to fucking ruin you.

“I can show you better than I can tell you, Mr Byun. How about you come get a closer look, at this young and tight pussy. Pretty sure, that little wife you got at home, pussy has retired a long time ago.” You giggled shamelessly, gesturing him over with your index finger. Baekhyun cursed under his breath, before he stumbled over to you, his wall finally breaking down.

He licked his lips, as he admired your pretty pussy, so wet and inviting, he thought as his swiped his long digits between your slippery folds. Your body jerked forward, the simple touch of his fingers playing with your pussy, sent an electronic shock of pleasure though your body, you were so fucking desperate for him.

“Look at this messy pussy, don’t you feel like such a whore, prancing around in my classroom with the wettest pussy I’ve ever seen?, fucking bending over in those tight ass skirts you wear and flashing me your plump ass and the outline of your precious pussy.” He growled, landing a harsh smack to your cunt, your pussy quivered, you whimpered as he slid two fingers inside of you.

“FUCK! Mr Byun, feels s’good, I’ve been wanting you so bad, wanted to be a good little whore for you professor.” You whined, when his fingers sped up, his thumb coming to rub little circles, on your puffy clit.

“And that’s exactly what you are. A whore, a needy little girl, who needs her older professsor to fill her holes, and make her pussy cream constantly.” He chuckled lowly, before spitting directly on your pussy, then licking a stripe of your pussy. You muffled your loud moan, by covering your mouth with your palm, your legs already shaking, as Baekhyun started to tie into your cunt.

“F-fuck, oh my god Baekhyun, p-please don’t stop your mouth feels so good on my pussy” You cried out, your legs threatening to close, every time he sucked harshly on your clit. You grabbed ahold of his fluffy hair, gripping it tightly to ground yourself.

“Shit baby, you taste like sin, such nasty little thing you are letting your professor eat your pretty little cunt in his classroom. Knowing anyone could barge in, you know I didn’t lock the door right, kinda figured you wouldn’t mind the other students seeing how you whore yourself out for me” He chuckled against your pussy, the vibration of it, causing your pussy to clench around his digits.

You couldn’t lie, and say his degrading words didn’t turn you on like crazy, you were so easy for him, letting him use your body like a sex doll, as if you were just a toy for him to play with lit, and that’s exactly how Baekhyun liked it.

“God baby, g-gonna cum for you, gonna cum all your face, please let me please.” You begged shamelessly, grinding your pussy aggressively all over his face, chasing a high, you’ve been desperate for a long time now. Baekhyun groaned muffled against your pussy, face buried between your legs, as he drowned in your ocean.

“I’m cumming! I’m cumming!” You came hard with a broken cry, your legs vibrating around his head, as he continued his assault on your pussy helping you ride out your high completely. Your body fell spent against the desk, panting and weakly smirking and biting your lips at him. Baekhyun wasted no time, unbuckling his slacks and freeing his stiff cock.

“Gonna give you exactly what you’ve been begging for, gonna take all my frustrations out on this young pussy and ruin you whole.” He grunted, stroking himself slowly, as he admired your spent pussy, still quivering from the intense orgasm he just gave you. He manhandled you up from the desk, bending your body down on the desk, with face down and ass up.

“Gonna take you from behind, little whores like yourself, get their pussies fucked rough in doggy.” He growled, before landed a hard smack to your asscheek, before lining himself with your entrance. He slowly started to penetrate your cunt, the feeling of his big cock breaching your walls, had you gripping and scratching at his desk, letting out another broken cry.

“Fuuuuck, that’s right baby, cry for this dick, shit so fucking tight” He moaned loudly, gripping your waist tightly, as he started to slam into you roughly. You felt the wind being knocked out of your lungs, a creamy base already forming around the base of his cock.

“Yes sir, fuck me, fuck my dirty little cunt just that, shit! Feel you in my guts already” You muffled your screams, covering your mouth, as you take his brutal strokes. Baekhyun chuckled smacking your ass, and spreading you apart, to see his cock sliding in and out your creamy pussy.

“Yeah? Feel Mr Byun inside your tummy, bet you love having cock deep inside your stomach, touching your cervix because all you ever think is cock, my cock.” He spat, the degradation never stopping, as the desk shook violently, from the force of him assaulting your pussy.

“Yes fuck! You’re so fucking dee- ah fuck, please don’t stop fucking me, please always slut me out.” You whined, when his finger started to rub your clit, feeling yourself about to cream for the 2nd time now. Baekhyun could feel himself tipping over the edge as well, his balls tightening, every time your pussy squeezed him tightly.

“Don’t worry little one, professor’s gonna fill you up, gonna breed this little pussy until you’re overflowing with my cum” He whimpered, his thrusts growing erratic, as he feels himself about to shoot off like a rocket.

“Please Mr Byun, please cum in my pussy, want you to knock me up, make me your next baby mama.” You begged like a shameless slut, how pathetic were you? Begging for a married man’s cum, and asking him to impregnate you, you were sick.

Like a rocket Baekhyun shot off, cumming hard inside you with a guttural growl, his body shaking, as he emptied out his balls entirely inside you. His warm cum shooting up your club, triggered your own orgasm, milking him for what he’s worth, creaming so hard around his dick.

He slid out slowly with a hiss, his dick going soft and still twitching. You on the other hand was so worn out, your pussy oozing out his creamy cum, ruined and sore..

“Come on, let’s get you all cleaned up little one, and head to the convenience store for a Plan B. As much, as I would love to see you walking around here, swollen belly with my child I’m still married and can’t afford to ruin my reputation by impregnating a student.”

You nodded like a good girl, he helped clean the both of you up, and you both headed to the store to pick up the Plan B. He booked a hotel room for the two of you, and fucked you senseless some more, and told you to take the pill.

Little did he know, you pretended to take the pill, flushing right down the toilet.

“All done! I took it, nothing to worry about Mr Byun.”

The End.

A/n: Woah it’s been a while since I dropped anything, this masterpiece has just been sitting in my drafts, collecting dust but I missed you sluts so much I had to drop something! This is for all my Baekhyun sluts like myself, I’ve never been so wet in my life after writing this piece😩 reblogs and feedback is greatly appreciated!🫶🏽

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dude in the pic reminded me of baekhyun, so here you go! reader riding baekhyun in his car after a party ♡

"Guh…" Baekhyun's noises only grew louder. He didn't know what to do with his hands. He was running them up and down your back, occasionally moving them down to grab your hips.

"Fuck," you moan, moving your hips back and forth on top of his, your clit rubbing against the fabric of his shirt. "You're so big, Baek," you whisper, your voice strained with desire. He smirks, his hands tightening on your waist. He's enjoying watching you unravel, the way your eyes roll back, and your mouth opens wider with each rock of your hips.

You enjoyed how his face contorted with pleasure every time your hips met his. You leaned in closer, feeling his warm breath on your neck as he nibbled gently at the sensitive skin. You knew what you needed to do. Reaching behind you, you grabbed the hem of your shirt and lifted it over your head, revealing your black lace bra. You could feel his eyes on you, taking in the sight of your bare skin, his pupils dilating with lust.

"F-Fuck, I couldn't wait until we got home," you whisper in his ear. Your breaths are hot and ragged, matching the tempo of your hips as they continue to grind against him. The fabric between you feels like a barrier you need to overcome, a challenge to the raging desire coursing through your veins. "You looked so good,"

He whimpered in response, hands reaching to tangle his fingers in your hair. "Y-You looked good too, baby," he managed to say between breaths, his voice a gruff rumble that sent a shiver down your spine.

The way your walls squeezed around his cock. He couldn't get enough of it. The way your breath hitched in your throat every time he hit that sweet spot deep inside you. It was like nothing he had ever felt before. You were riding him hard, your breasts bouncing with each bounce, and he had to resist the urge to slap them. Instead, he watched, his eyes glued to the mesmerizing sight.

"Call me that again." You whine. "Call me baby again," you pant, your eyes glazed over with passion.

Baekhyun gulps, now grabbing a fistful of your hair. His eyes were squeezed shut and his hips were trying to move in tandem with yours. "B-Baby," he whimpers. "I'm close," he confesses, his voice shaking.

You sit up, his hand slipping from your hair and grabbing your hips. You wrap your own hand around his neck and squeeze, moving your hips faster. "Cum in me, breed me, please," you beg, the desperation clear in your voice.

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baekhyunsbestie · 9 months ago

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── ❝ truth be told ❞ 🐰ྀི ̟!!

⟢ a pediatrician!baekhyun au req'd by this lovely anonie <3 :') ty baby!

sum: you and baekhyun were college sweethearts, bound by shared dreams of a future together. but when he was accepted to a medical residency program across the country, you kept a secret—you're pregnant. fearing that your news would derail his dream of becoming a doctor, you chose to disappear, raising your daughter alone. three years later, in a new city, you bring your little girl in for a routine check-up, only to discover her pediatrician is none other than baekhyun, her father.

જ⁀➴°⋆ content: 18+/MDNI. 24.2k+ words. omg Hahaha 🫣. baekhyun x f!reader. chanyeol x f!reader. baekhyun x f!oc. lovers to strangers to co-parents to lovers again. angst, slow burn, fluffy, then we get reaaaallll smutty ⟡ pet names, praise kink, body worship, unprotected sex, p in v, bulge kink, creampie, slight breeding kink (y'all should know me by now 🤟🏼😣) ⟡ ALSO! i made a playlist for you guys to vibe out to while you read cus i love u <3 :') its linked in the title!!!

you and baekhyun had once been the epitome of college sweethearts—late-night study sessions that bled into spontaneous adventures, laughter, and whispered dreams of a future together. you were inseparable, his drive to become a doctor and your quiet dream of building a life with him making everything feel so perfect. you could picture it all—the home, the life, the love, knowing you’d be together forever.

during those years, you moved in together. things got serious quickly. talks of marriage, kids, and a future you’d both start building when the time was right were always at the forefront. but as much as you both wanted to dive in right away, you both agreed that you’d wait until baekhyun had at least finished his schooling and residency. it made perfect sense—his dream of becoming a doctor came first, and you were happy to support him, knowing you’d have a lifetime to make it all happen.

you’d completed undergrad together, then post-grad, and now, with your master’s behind you, baekhyun was finishing med school and applying to residency programs. everything seemed to be unfolding just as it should.

but life, as it tends to do, shifted unexpectedly.

when baekhyun’s acceptance letter arrived—the one from his dream residency program across the country—your world tilted, skewed into something unrecognizable. this was his number one pick, the culmination of years of sacrifice and determination. you should’ve been ecstatic, screaming with joy for him, for his future. but instead, a foreign weight settled low in your stomach, twisting into something unnameable.

you’d only just found out, barely two days ago. pregnant. the word clung to you like a vice, heavy and suffocating. you hadn’t planned for this, hadn’t even considered it a possibility. and yet, here it was—undeniable. that stupid test, its second line blaring back at you like a neon sign, mocking the life you thought you had under control.

you stared at it, willing the line to fade, to disappear, to become a cruel trick of your imagination. but it didn’t. and the next test didn’t either. nor the one after. five little sticks, five blaring truths. undeniable. inescapable.

you didn’t want to hold him back. not when his dreams were so close. not when the future he had worked so hard for was finally within his grasp.

so you made a decision. you couldn’t tell him. you couldn’t bear to see the guilt and the pain in his eyes as he would undoubtedly sacrifice his dreams for you and the baby. you thought it was the right thing to do, that you were doing him a favor by disappearing, by cutting off all contact.

you had moved to a new city—far from the places where memories of baekhyun lingered, far from the shadow of the life you’d carefully unraveled. it wasn’t easy; untangling yourself from him had felt like pulling threads from a tapestry until it barely resembled what it once was. but over time, you found a rhythm. a life where thoughts of him became a quiet hum rather than a deafening roar, where the love that had once consumed you slipped quietly into the recesses of your heart.

and now, three years later, you stand here as someone completely transformed: a mother.

raising your daughter alone had its challenges, sure, but you couldn’t deny the sense of purpose it gave you. you were made for this. or maybe it was her—the tiny miracle who had made it all feel so natural. from the moment she came into the world, she was an angel, a light so radiant it softened even the hardest days.

sure, she had her moments. she was a toddler, after all, still learning how to navigate big feelings in a little body. but her resilience—the way she could fall apart one minute and bounce back the next—made everything easier. she was your shadow, your little mimic, always wanting to copy everything you did.

the love she gave you was pure and boundless, something you hadn’t realized could exist until she was in your arms. it was a love that filled the spaces in you that you didn’t even know were empty, a love that made the sacrifices and sleepless nights worth it.

you often found yourself wondering if she was a gift straight from the universe, a little piece of heaven sent just for you. every smile she gave, every tight hug, every soft ‘i love you, mommy’ felt like proof that you were the luckiest soul alive.

and as you watched her now, her tiny fingers curled around her favorite stuffed bunny, a swell of overwhelming gratitude washed over you. life had twisted and turned in ways you never could’ve anticipated, but somehow, in her, it had gifted you everything you’d ever need.

maybe it was the depth of love she gave, the way she radiated warmth and light, that made the thought of telling baekhyun even more terrifying. she was everything—the way her laughter could turn any bad day around, the way her eyes sparkled with innocence and curiosity. a fragile little soul, so beautiful it almost hurt. and you knew, deep down, that baekhyun would’ve adored her. loved her more than words could describe.

the thought of it—of him finding out, of him knowing you’d kept her from him, hidden this piece of him, this precious life from him—it twisted something deep inside you. it made your chest tighten, your thoughts spiral. the guilt, the shame—it felt like a constant ache, one that only grew the more you thought about it.

you and baekhyun talked about it, after all—the future you both dreamed of. lazy nights tangled together under blankets, whispering about what life would look like years down the road. marriage, a house filled with warmth and laughter, children.

he wanted a family with you. he was so sure of it, so sure of you. he used to say that he couldn’t imagine anyone else being the mother of his kids. the way he looked at you when he said it—it was as if his soul had reached out, seen yours, and said, there she is, the one we’ve been waiting for.

he was a dreamer. he’d mapped it all out in his head—two girls, two boys. his perfect little quartet. the oldest, a girl, to set the tone, to be the leader of the pack. then a boy to balance things out, another boy to roughhouse and make the middle feel less lonely, and finally, the baby of the family, a girl to soften the edges of the chaos. he laughed at the improbability of it all, at how life doesn’t work like that, but he loved dreaming about it anyway.

you still remembered the way his face lit up when you’d asked him, teasing, what he’d name his first daughter.

he didn’t even hesitate. he looked up at you, that smile you used to know better than your own, and said, minji.

your little girl, minji, was the brightest star in your universe, her laughter a melody that softened every hard edge of your world. her smile—warm and golden—was like sunlight spilling into the corners of your heart, chasing away the shadows that lingered from the life you left behind. she was growing so fast, each day a reminder of how fleeting these moments were, and how much you wanted to hold onto them.

sometimes, though, when the house was quiet and the weight of the past crept in, you allowed yourself to think about baekhyun. it was never for long—just a passing thought, a wondering what if. you didn’t dare to linger, didn’t dare to stir up the bittersweet ache of old feelings and lingering regrets. he had his life now, and you had yours.

but still, he had been the love of your life, and that kind of love doesn’t just disappear. curiosity tugged at you from time to time. late at night, when minji was fast asleep, you’d catch yourself wondering what he was doing, where he was, if he ever thought about you, too.

yet no matter how strong the urge, you never gave in. you wouldn’t let yourself open his socials, wouldn’t let yourself peer into the window of the life he was living without you. it wasn’t that you didn’t want to know—it was that you couldn’t. because knowing might hurt more than not knowing, and the delicate balance you’d created would come crashing down.

you hadn’t blocked him, not on anything. instead, you deleted every account, wiped your digital footprint clean, and changed your number. you made sure there was no way for him to reach you, no thread he could pull to unravel the wall you’d built between you.

you never allowed yourself to dwell on how hurt he might have been—how confused he must’ve felt, waiting for a call or a text that never came. the promises you’d made to him echoed in your mind, haunting you. i’ll tell him when the time is right. but the right time never came.

and then she was born. tiny fingers curling around yours, eyes so full of life. she reached milestones—her first smile, her first steps, her first word—and with each one, the weight of telling him grew heavier. how could you? how could you drop this truth on him after he’d already missed so much?

you imagined his reaction: the sharp edge of his disappointment, the rawness of his hurt, the anger that would burn in his chest. he’d ask you why—why did you wait? why did you let so much time pass? and you’d have no answer, nothing that could make it right.

as the years went by, the truth turned into a mountain too steep to climb. every day that passed felt like another brick in the wall separating you. every moment you stayed silent made it harder to imagine breaking that silence.

you told yourself it was for the best. you told yourself he deserved better than someone who had made this choice, this mess.

because deep down, you believed it: you didn’t deserve him. not anymore. not after this

the sound of tiny sneakers squeaking against the linoleum floor filled the pediatrician’s office as you followed your daughter toward the nurse’s station. she clutched her favorite stuffed animal tightly in one hand while the other reached back for yours, her eyes wide with curiosity as she took in the colorful murals on the walls.

it was a routine check-up for minji, nothing out of the ordinary. she had been a healthy, happy child since birth, and today was just another appointment to ensure that everything was progressing as it should.

you had scheduled the appointment weeks ago, not knowing who the pediatrician was going to be. when you walked into the small, sunlit office, minji tugged excitedly on your sleeve, her eyes wide with curiosity at the brightly colored walls and the small toys scattered around the waiting room.

“mommy, look!” she gasped, pointing to a painted giraffe. her excitement momentarily eased the nervous flutter in your stomach. “a giraffe!”

“yes, it is, bun! good job!” you smile down at the little girl, holding your hand tightly.

it had been over three years. three years since you’d left your old life—and him—behind. baekhyun was supposed to be a part of your daughter’s story, but you made the impossible choice of keeping him out of it. his dreams had always been so big, and you didn’t want to weigh them down with your own.

a medical assistant called your name, her warm, practiced smile cutting through the haze of your thoughts.

you scooped your daughter into your arms, her tiny hands clutching her stuffed bunny, and followed the nurse into the examination room. she wriggled slightly but settled on your lap, the bunny tucked snugly under her chin as she began the usual routine.

height. weight. temperature. the nurse kept up a cheerful, steady rhythm of chatter, her voice a soft hum in the background as your daughter giggled at the stickers offered to her.

“dr. byun will be in shortly,” the medical assistant said with a final smile before leaving the room.

your heart stopped.

'dr. byun'?

no. it couldn’t be him. it had to be a coincidence. it was a common enough name, wasn’t it? but the sound of it crashed into you, unraveling the calm façade you’d so carefully built.

you told yourself you were being ridiculous. you told yourself to breathe. but the name echoed in your head, louder with every passing second, until you could barely hear your own thoughts over the roar of panic rising in your chest.

then came the knock.

soft. polite.

the door creaked open, and time seemed to slow to an agonizing crawl as he stepped inside.

your breath caught in your throat.

it was him.

fuck.

no.

this wasn’t supposed to happen. not like this. this wasn’t how he was supposed to find out. there were plans you never made, conversations you never had.

this was a complete and utter nightmare. and there was no waking up from it.

“hi, i’m dr. byun—” his voice wavered, the words barely leaving his lips before they caught in his throat. his eyes found yours, wide with recognition, a spark of disbelief flashing like lightning in a storm.

his gaze drifted downward, landing on the little girl perched on your lap. her tiny hands clutched your sweater, her curious eyes meeting his with unfiltered wonder.

for a moment, the world seemed to stop turning.

his lips parted, and your name slipped out, soft and breathless, as if saying it might make the moment vanish. “it’s you,” he murmured, a mixture of shock and something deeper lacing his tone.

you couldn’t find your voice, couldn’t push past the lump forming in your throat. it was as though every nerve in your body had frozen, locked under the weight of his stare.

your daughter, oblivious to the tension coiling around you, tilted her head with a sunny smile. her voice rang out, bright and pure, shattering the silence like glass.

“hi, dr. byun!” she chirped, her words sweet and unassuming, a small anchor of innocence in the overwhelming tide of emotions threatening to pull you under.

baekhyun’s eyes widened instantly, flickering between you and her. you could see the cogs in his mind turning, the pieces falling into place far quicker than you were ready for.

his gaze lingered on her—studying, comparing. the resemblance was impossible to ignore. the same dark, expressive eyes that had once melted your heart, the same warm, radiant smile that mirrored his own.

“is…is she?” his voice was barely above a whisper, as though he wasn’t asking you but trying to make sense of the impossible himself. his eyes never left her, as if every second he stared brought him closer to the undeniable truth.

her delicate features were a perfect blend of you both, like a portrait painted with pieces of your souls. the curve of his nose graced her face, paired with the flush of your rosy cheeks. his silky black hair framed her tiny head, while your lips formed the gentle pout she wore even in sleep. your eyes shone through hers, but her ears—those were unmistakably his. she was everything you were, everything he was—woven together into this perfect, fragile little person, carrying pieces of a love that felt both timeless and out of reach. and now, looking at her, there was no denying it.

your mouth opened, but the words didn’t come. you tried to speak, to explain, to say something—anything—but all that escaped was a breath, shallow and lost in the silence that filled the space between you. the truth hung there, thick and fragile, like a thread that could snap at any moment, leaving you exposed.

you could only nod, slow and uncertain, as the weight of everything pressed down on you. the guilt was suffocating, heavy like a stone lodged in your chest, threatening to spill out in the form of tears you couldn’t afford to shed. but there was no escaping it anymore.

she was his.

baekhyun sank to his knees in front of her, his movements tentative, as if afraid that any sudden motion might make her disappear. he leaned in, eyes soft with a mixture of awe and something deeper, something unspoken.

“so, tell me. what’s your name, sweetheart?” his voice was gentle, tender, the words falling from his lips like a promise he wasn’t quite ready to make.

“minji,” she said proudly, her tiny hands holding up her stuffed bunny, as though it were the most important thing in the world. “this is sonny. she’s a bunny.”

the moment her name reached his ears, something shifted in baekhyun’s chest. his heart skipped, and a smile tugged at the corners of his lips, soft and amazed. for a brief second, he was lost in the memory of a quiet conversation—the one where you’d asked him what he would want to name your daughter, and how that moment, so simple, had felt like a lifetime ago.

“hi, minji,” he said softly, his voice trembling as his eyes locked onto her small, curious face. he crouched slightly, lowering himself to her level, and the words caught in his throat. “i’m…” his gaze flickered upward to yours, and in that brief second, the weight of it all was laid bare. his expression faltered, his eyes glossing with unshed tears, carrying the unspoken words and unresolved emotions that hung heavy between you.

you saw it then—the man he was before, the one you fell for, unchanged and yet altered by time and pain.

“…a good friend of your mommy’s,” he finally managed, the words shaky but kind.

minji giggled, her laughter light and carefree, like a burst of sunshine breaking through a storm. “mommy has lots of friends!” she chirped, her innocence unknowingly twisting the knife in baekhyun’s chest.

he nodded with a soft smile, his lips barely curving, as if the weight of her words was too much to bear. “she does, doesn’t she?” he murmured. his hands moved carefully as he began preparing for her exam, every motion deliberate, like he was trying to steady himself through the task.

but his eyes… his eyes stayed rooted to the ground, skirting around yours as if meeting your gaze would undo him entirely. and as you stood there, watching him avoid you, something inside you cracked. you knew why. you knew he wasn’t ready yet—not to face you, not to confront the flood of everything that had been left unsaid.

as baekhyun began the check-up, it was as if the floodgates of your heart had been ripped open. memories surged in, overwhelming you like a tidal wave—those plans you had once woven together, the future you had dreamed of, the life you thought you’d build before everything crumbled. nearly four years had passed since you disappeared without a trace, but those dreams now felt like fragile, delicate threads, tangled in the web of secrets you’d spun to protect him.

baekhyun moved with the same calm professionalism that you remembered—his hands steady and sure as he worked. but you couldn’t tear your gaze away from him, from the way he interacted with minji—his touch soft and deliberate, his voice lilting with that same soothing cadence. it was a tenderness that sliced through you, sharp and immediate, a reminder of everything you’d lost. how could you have let him slip away? how could you have convinced yourself that walking away was the right choice?

watching him, gently checking minji’s ears, his voice quieting her in the way he once did for you, something inside you twisted painfully. you couldn’t run from him anymore. not now. not ever again.

the exam ended far too quickly. minji bounced off the examination table, her bunny clutched in her small arms, and baekhyun handed you a stack of papers—educational handouts, visit summaries, the usual paperwork from a child’s wellness check. his fingers brushed yours as he passed them to you, and the brief touch left a burning trail that lingered long after.

minji’s small hand tugged at your sleeve, warm and insistent, her voice a soft melody that cut through the heavy air. “mommy, mommy! can we go play now?”

you forced a smile, but it didn’t reach your eyes. the weight of the moment pressed on your chest, and you fought to keep the tears from falling. “sure, bun. we’ll go in just a minute.”

the word bun hung in the air between you, and baekhyun flinched. his eyes flickered with something raw, a mix of pain and recognition. that name. it was something he used to call you— a relic of a past that felt both distant and achingly close.

his gaze didn’t leave you, like he was trying to unravel the walls you’d so carefully built around yourself. there was a quiet intensity in his eyes, as if he was searching for something buried deep within you. the space between you both thickened, heavy with unspoken words. it felt suffocating, like the air was being stolen from your lungs. this was it. the moment that would change everything.

after what felt like an eternity, baekhyun cleared his throat, his voice thick with restraint. “we need to talk,” he said, the words heavy and laced with something you couldn’t quite name. “please… i just… i have so many questions.”

you nodded quickly, the anxiety twisting your insides into knots. “um, sure… i can meet you after i drop her off at daycare?” your words rushed out, frantic, as your brow furrowed in uncertainty.

"there’s a coffee shop nearby," he murmured, his voice soft yet steady, the words deliberate. his hand moved to pull out a notepad, pen poised above the paper. with a few swift strokes, he jotted down the name of the place before folding the paper and handing it to you. "i have a couple more patients to see this morning. do you think you can meet me there in an hour?"

his voice was calm, but his eyes—those eyes—told a different story. they flickered with something raw, something desperate, like a storm fighting its way to the surface.

you took the slip of paper, your fingers brushing his, a small shock of warmth shooting through you at the touch. you glanced down at the paper, his handwriting still familiar, though now slightly uneven, as if his nerves had bled into the ink. beneath the coffee shop's name, his number was written—neat but hurried, a subtle tremor in the lines.

you looked back up, and his gaze met yours—quiet, intense, full of unspoken things. without a word, he nodded toward the paper, his voice steady but laced with something fragile, something that didn’t quite fit with the man you knew. "that's my number, bun. just in case you're running late or something."

you nodded, a smile tugging at the corners of your mouth, but it felt tight, strained. his nickname for you—a small, tender thing—lingered in the air like a spark. you felt it in your chest, but the words caught in your throat. too much. too many emotions swirling. your hands moved on instinct, gathering minji’s things, offering him a tight, polite smile before ushering your daughter out of the room.

but just as you turned to leave, you swore you heard him whisper—barely audible, a plea caught between his teeth, "please, don't leave me hanging this time."

it hit you like a blow to the gut, leaving you breathless. the weight of it pressed down on you, suffocating.

and in that moment, you knew with brutal clarity—you deserved that.

you sat there, the weight of your nerves pressing down on you, each breath feeling too loud in the quiet of the café. baekhyun chatted casually with the barista, ordering drinks like it was any other day, like nothing had changed between you two. his voice was light, unbothered, but it only made the tension in your chest heavier. you gripped the strap of your bag so tightly your fingers ached, heart pounding in your ears, drowning out the soft hum of conversation around you. your mind raced in circles, desperately searching for the right words—something to apologize for the years you took from him, for keeping his daughter from him, for all the lies. but no matter how hard you tried to form the apology, the truth hovered over you: what you did was unforgivable.

when baekhyun finally returned, he slid your drink in front of you, his movements slower than usual, almost tentative. you brought the cup to your lips, the warmth of it familiar, the taste exactly as you remembered—comforting, like a quiet reminder of everything you'd tried to bury.

"i remembered how you liked your coffee," baekhyun murmured, his voice softer than before, tinged with uncertainty. "i hope it's still the same."

you met his gaze, your throat tight as you forced a small smile. "it is. thank you."

baekhyun exhaled a heavy breath, running a hand through his hair, his fingers snagging in the tousled strands. his eyes drifted away from yours, unable to meet your gaze, as if the weight of this moment was pressing down on him just as much as it was on you.

"so..." you began, your voice hesitant, but before you could find the right words, he interrupted.

“i’m engaged,” he blurted, the words sharp and sudden, like a slap to the face.

it hit you in the chest, the shock stealing the air from your lungs. the room seemed to tilt, the ground beneath you crumbling, and you couldn’t find your footing. as if this day wasn’t heavy enough, this new weight crushed you under its force.

"oh," you whispered, the word tasting hollow, barely escaping as your heart constricted. "congratulations. i'm sure she's... amazing."

"mhm," he hummed softly, a brief flicker of a smile tugging at the corner of his mouth before it faded. his eyes dropped to his coffee cup, watching the steam rise like he was searching for something in the shifting mist, anything to avoid the tension between you.

you couldn’t find the strength to say more. words seemed pointless now. instead, you sat there, biting your lip, your gaze fixed on the table as jealousy and heartbreak clawed at you from the inside. you knew you had no right to feel this way, no right to be hurt after everything that had happened. but still, the ache lingered, a quiet, relentless sting.

his fingers raked through his hair again, the tension in his jaw unmistakable as he exhaled sharply, frustration thick in the air. when he finally met your gaze, his eyes were raw with hurt, every unspoken word between you now painfully exposed. "so why didn't you tell me? about minji?"

you'd rehearsed this moment a thousand times in your mind, each word crafted carefully, but now, sitting across from him, it all felt empty, hollow. "you had just gotten into your residency program," you said softly, voice shaky. "it was your dream. i…i didn’t want to hold you back."

his eyes darkened, the hurt twisting into something sharper. "so what? you thought you could decide for me? you think i wouldn't have wanted to be there?" his voice cracked with emotion, rising. "do you have any idea how much i waited for you? how many nights i sat by the phone, praying you'd call?"

the weight of it hit you, hard. you'd known, of course—he'd been dropped from the program. he'd fought tooth and nail to get into a second-choice school, one that brought him here, to this city. and now, here he was, sitting across from you, the remnants of his sacrifice hanging in the silence between you.

his gaze faltered, dropping to the steaming cup in front of him. he stared at the swirling mist as if it held the answers, as if the rising steam could ease the hurt, the questions, the ache that had settled between you.

you didn’t know what to say anymore. words felt pointless, insignificant in the face of everything that had unfolded. instead, you sat there, biting your lip, unable to meet his eyes, while jealousy and regret clawed at your chest. it wasn’t your place to feel this way—not after everything you had done. but the sting of it, sharp and biting, wouldn’t fade.

the tears you had spent so long holding back finally began to break free, each drop feeling like it had been waiting a lifetime to fall. you didn’t want to keep apologizing, but the words slipped out, hollow and fragile. "it wasn’t an easy choice, baekhyun. i thought i was doing the right thing."

“‘the right thing’?” his voice softened, but the hurt in his words still rang out like a chord being pulled too tight. "you didn’t even give me a chance. i missed everything—her first steps, her first words. you took all of that from me."

your throat tightened, each breath harder to catch. you swallowed, and your voice cracked under the weight of the truth. “i know,” you whispered, the regret clawing at you. “i regret it every day.”

baekhyun’s hands were curled into fists, white knuckles pressing into the table like they could anchor him in place. he didn’t look at you—his gaze was lost in his coffee, the silence hanging heavily between you both. and then, after what felt like an eternity of stillness, he spoke again, his voice quieter, as if the question had burned him from the inside. “does she know?”

you shook your head slowly, feeling your chest tighten. “i haven’t told her. i didn’t know how... but she’s been asking. she sees the other kids with their dads and wonders why she doesn’t have one.”

baekhyun covered his face with his hands, rubbing his eyes as if trying to erase the raw pain. "i can't believe this. i can't believe you."

"i know, baekhyun," you whispered, tears spilling down your face without control now. "you have every right to hate me... and if you want, you don’t have to see either one of us again—"

his voice sliced through your words, thick with disbelief, tremoring as if he couldn’t comprehend what you were saying. "are you... are you serious right now? you’d leave? again? how is that supposed to fix anything? did you not think i wanted her? wanted you? we’ve talked about this, bun... you knew what it meant for me to be a dad."

the sobs broke free from you then, impossible to hold back, your chest aching with each desperate breath. you wiped at your face, but your hands trembled too violently, the tears just wouldn’t stop. all you could choke out were broken apologies, fragments of regret slipping between your breaths. "i knew you’d drop everything for her. for us. but... you becoming a doctor, that was your dream... and i was just so scared."

he leaned forward, his expression softening, but there was still a fire in his eyes. “i want to be in her life,” he said, his voice firm, steady, eyes red from the silent tears streaming down his face. “she’s my daughter. and i want to know her. i want her to know me. her father.”

you looked at him, your heart heavy with guilt. “i wasn’t planning to keep you away,” you said, your voice cracking. “i just... i didn’t know how to tell you after all this time.”

baekhyun’s gaze softened, his voice quieter but resolute. “we’ll figure it out. but i’m not letting you push me away again.”

you paused, biting your lip, anxiety clawing at your chest. “but what about your fiancée? you already had a life of your own before today…i can’t help but feel like i’ve fucked everything up for you, baekhyun.”

he shook his head, a soft, bitter laugh escaping him before he quickly suppressed it. his voice faltered, the nickname slipping out before he even realized it. “don’t worry about that, bun—” he stopped mid-sentence, the word tasting strange and wrong on his tongue after your mention of his fiancée. it was as if, in that moment, he’d completely forgotten about her. he cleared his throat, trying to steady himself. “i mean… just let me handle that. but for now... please, promise me you won’t disappear again. promise me you won’t take her away from me. i’m begging you... let me in. i feel like you owe me that much.”

you nodded, the promise catching in your throat. “i promise.”

you scrolled slowly through your camera roll, fingers grazing over the images of your daughter, sharing them with baekhyun—each one, a snapshot of her life, a memory you’d held in secret for so long. each photo was like a tender piece of your soul, each moment a quiet confession of everything that had unfolded without him. there was a rawness in it, a vulnerability that felt like you were unwrapping your heart for him, and it was overwhelming. for both of you.

he sat there, eyes scanning the photos, and a storm of emotions swirled within him. there was anger, sharp and bitter, that you’d kept minji hidden from him. all those years, a secret that was both yours and hers to carry. betrayal lingered in his chest, not from you, but from the truth that he hadn’t been there, that he’d missed out on so much. and yet, despite it not being his fault, guilt settled heavy in his heart—guilt that you had to raise her alone. guilt for every moment you’d carried the weight of motherhood without him by your side.

but baekhyun, the man who had always been able to push past the shadows of the past, found something in the photos—something bright, something he could hold onto. minji’s smile, sweet and dimpled, was a beacon of hope. it was everything he needed to see, to ignite a fire within him. it wasn’t just a reminder of what was lost—it was the fuel that would drive him to make up for every single moment he’d missed.

the weight of the conversation shifted slowly, and before you even realized it, the words spilled out. you couldn’t stop yourself—you had to ask about her. his fiancée.

he told you her name was soo. they met during his residency, he said, when she helped pull him from the darkest corner of his life—the place where your absence had left him, broken and barely breathing. she was the one who stitched him back together, the one who healed the wound you’d left, a wound that, it seemed, only she could mend.

and yet, even as he spoke, despite the rawness of his confession, he wasn’t trying to make you feel guilty. he didn’t want to hurt you. but the words hung there, thick with unspoken emotions.

then, he showed you the photos. of her. oh god, she was beautiful. radiant, in a way that seemed to glow from within. they looked like they were made for each other, perfectly matched, intertwined in a way you could never hope to be. he spoke of her with awe—how brilliant and kind she was.

and as he spoke, something tugged at the edges of your thoughts. his eyes, usually so bright and full of warmth when he spoke of someone he loved, were different now. softer, distant. the sparkle that once lived there had dimmed, as if the affection he had for her wasn’t as alive as it once had been. you told yourself not to read too much into it, to not dwell on the subtle shift. it had been years. people changed, didn’t they? he wasn’t the same baekhyun you remembered. especially not after everything you had put him through.

it stirred a jealousy in you, sharp and bitter, but deeper than that, it left a dull ache settling in your chest. you longed to be the one he spoke of with such adoration, the one he admired in every way. you couldn’t stop yourself from wondering if he ever spoke about you like that—if he ever felt for you the way he now seemed to feel for her. it burned like poison in your veins, a vile and familiar ache that made you sick to your stomach. you hated it. hated how it made you feel so small, so unimportant. the weight of it made you want to vanish, to slip out of your own skin, anything to escape the suffocating reality of it all. you should be happy for him. happy that he had found someone who could make him feel whole again. but all you could feel was the hollow ache of your own failure to ever be enough.

you tried to smile, tried to hold yourself together, but each compliment, each story, each glowing word about her, hit you like a dagger to the chest. you couldn’t listen anymore. you didn’t want to.

it was too much. before you even realized it, you were standing, your throat tight as you forced the words out. “i... i need to go. um, i have to make dinner…and pick up minji from daycare. i’ll text you. we can figure out a time for you both to meet properly.”

before he could respond, you were out the door, the bells above the café door jingling as you fled.

but you didn’t make it far. a few seconds later, you heard the hurried footsteps behind you, his voice calling out. “bun—fuck, wait! slow down!”

you could feel the tears streaming down your face again, hot and uncontrollable. you wiped them hastily, hoping he didn’t see. but of course, he did. he always did.

“look,” baekhyun began, his voice softer now, tinged with something you couldn’t place. “i never thought i’d hear from you again. and now you just—pop back into my life, on a random friday, with a daughter i had no idea about. i’m sorry if you’re upset that there’s someone else in my life. but please... don’t punish me for finding myself again after you completely destroyed me.”

his words hit harder than anything you could’ve prepared for. your knees felt weak, your heart shattering with every syllable. because it was true. every part of it. you had done this. you’d pushed him away, and now you had no right to feel this way, no right to demand anything.

"baek," you whispered, your voice barely above a breath, trembling under the weight of everything you couldn’t say. "you’re right. i don’t have the right to feel this way. i just... when i saw you again, it was like everything came crashing back. all those old feelings—things i thought i’d buried—flooded back in an instant. but i swear, i won’t keep minji from you. i won’t. and... i’m honestly so glad you’ve found happiness. and soo—she... she seems amazing. i can see why you’re with her. and... i’m genuinely looking forward to co-parenting with you both. really."

you swallowed hard, the words like sandpaper against your throat. the lie at the end tasted bitter, clinging to the back of your tongue, but you forced them out anyway. you needed him to believe it. needed him to let you go so you could retreat to the quiet of your own space, where you could curl up and weep in the solitude of your own shame.

his expression softened, though there was something unreadable in his eyes. “hmm…okay.” he reached into his pocket, pulling out your phone. “you left this on the table. and, uh… you promise you’ll stay in contact?”

you nodded quickly, unlocking your phone and typing your name into the message. “you have mine now, too.”

a small relief flashed in his eyes when he saw your name on the screen. he nodded, his voice steady. “thank you. let me know when you’re both ready. we’ll make this work.”

you nodded, your throat tight as you wiped away the last of the tears. you offered him a half-smile, barely managing to hold it together, before turning away. your feet felt heavy as you walked to your car, the silence between you louder than anything.

when you finally arrived home, everything came crashing down at once, a tidal wave that hit you full-force. the weight of everything you’d been holding inside pressed into your chest, suffocating, like your lungs had forgotten how to breathe. you collapsed, body trembling, as sobs wrenched their way through you—soft, guttural cries that seemed to echo in the emptiness of your apartment. tears streamed down your face, thick and relentless, each one heavier than the last, as if they were washing away more than just your sorrow. how had you managed to mess everything up this badly?

the feeling of being lost in your own failure was dizzying, a dark spiral that threatened to swallow you whole.

chanyeol, your next-door neighbor, was more than just a friendly face. he was a single parent too, his daughter nari being the same age as minji. from the moment you’d moved in, the girls had been inseparable—like they were two halves of the same whole, constantly together, sharing everything from toys to whispered secrets. and over time, you and chanyeol had become something more than neighbors. you were lifelines to one another, navigating the chaos of single parenthood side by side. daycare pickups, late-night texts for advice, emergency contact calls—they were moments that built trust, moments that held you both up when the world felt too heavy.

but then there were the other moments. the ones that neither of you had planned, yet they happened all the same.

on nights when the girls had sleepovers, tucked under either your roof or his, the house would fall into an eerie stillness, a quiet so profound it felt almost alien. no toys scattered across the floor, no giggles or whispers. just an empty house, and the faint hum of the world outside. in those moments, the bottle of wine always made its way to the table—deep crimson liquid swirling in your glass, catching the soft light in a way that felt too intimate, too inviting. the scent of it lingered in the air, rich and heady, like a secret waiting to be shared. one glass became two, then three, until the words flowed freely, unguarded.

laughter bubbled between you both, light and carefree, mingling with the quiet sounds of the night. and somewhere, in the subtle space between casual conversation and shared history, something shifted—unspoken, but impossible to ignore. it wasn’t deliberate, not in the beginning, but it was undeniable. a quiet tension hung between you both, the kind that hummed just below the surface, like a chord waiting to be struck.

in the warm, dim light, the lines between friendship and something more began to blur. his lips brushed yours—not quite a kiss, but not exactly innocent either. the taste of wine lingered on his mouth, mingling with something darker, something deeper, something unspoken. your hands—almost of their own accord—found their way to each other, fingers tracing the outline of familiar paths, not quite daring to go any further. the touch was careful, deliberate, like a dance on the edge of something you both knew was dangerous, but too tempting to resist.

each kiss lingered just long enough to leave you wanting more, but never deepened enough to cross the line you both feared. the weight of unspoken rules hung between you, pulling back every time either of you tried to cross the line. clothes were the only barrier between you, a fragile wall that you both clung to, even as the urge to tear it down grew stronger.

but even in the silence, the weight of your unresolved feelings for baekhyun settled heavily in the room, a ghost that neither of you could escape. and chanyeol—he carried his own baggage. the loss of his wife, a wound that had never fully healed, leaving him to raise nari on his own, balancing grief and fatherhood in a way that only he understood. he wasn’t looking for more. not from you. not yet.

the timing was all wrong, the space between you wasn’t yours to claim. but in those rare moments, it felt as if maybe, just maybe, it could have been.

it was never spoken aloud, but you both knew the truth. chanyeol knew you still loved baekhyun, and that truth hung between you like a quiet weight. neither of you disturbed it. the unspoken agreement between you was that your daughters came first, no matter what. whatever might have blossomed between you, if it ever did, had to come naturally, unburdened by guilt or pretense.

but in those moments, when the air between you grew thick with something more, a quiet voice inside you would pull you back. it reminded you of the messy knots still holding your heart in place, the wounds that hadn’t yet healed. you couldn’t move forward—not yet. not while your heart was still tangled with baekhyun.

chanyeol, always the gentleman, never pushed. he was patient, always aware of your needs, always respectful of the boundaries you set. when you needed to talk, he listened; when you needed space, he gave it. but in the quiet of his own heart, he couldn’t help but feel more for you than he allowed himself to admit. how could he not? you were beautiful, strong, and a devoted mother. you embraced nari as your own, and in doing so, you made his heart ache in ways he couldn’t express. even knowing your heart was still tethered to someone else, he couldn’t stop himself from wishing—just for a moment—that maybe, just maybe, one day you’d find your way to him.

he carried that silent ache with the kind of grace only he could muster, never letting it slip, even as it quietly wore at him, just a little more each day.

so when you texted him—asking if he could pick up minji, keeping the explanation vague, not wanting him to worry—he was there. barely ten minutes later, a soft knock at your door echoed through the silence.

when you opened it, his wide eyes met the mess that was you—mascara streaks trailing down your cheeks, a crumpled tissue clenched in your trembling hand. you tried to muster a smile, but it felt paper-thin, your voice weak and brittle. “yeolie? what’s up?”

the words barely left your lips before he froze in place, his expression shifting from confusion to alarm. “a-are you okay? what’s going on? did someone—did something happen? is minji okay? are you sick? do you need me to take you to the hospital?” his voice cracked, the flood of questions spilling out in rapid succession, his panic tangible.

you stepped aside, pulling the door open wider, silently inviting him in. he didn’t hesitate, stepping through, his gaze glued to yours like he was searching for answers in your tear-stained face.

he trailed behind you to the couch, his presence steady and grounding as you collapsed onto the cushions, tears streaming freely. through shaky breaths, you unraveled the tangled mess of your day—the awkward reunion, the jumbled emotions, the weight of everything that seemed to be crumbling all at once. you didn’t dare admit the jealousy clawing at your chest, the hollow ache that filled you when baekhyun spoke about his fiancée with such love. that part you kept tucked away, too raw, too humiliating to expose.

chanyeol sat beside you, his towering frame a comforting shadow as he listened. really listened. his hand moved in soothing circles along your back, a silent reassurance that he wasn’t going anywhere.

your words poured out, no longer confined to just the events of the day but expanding into everything—the years that had passed, the guilt that had burrowed deep and refused to let go. every regret, every misstep, every weight you’d carried alone spilled out in a torrent of tears and confessions. and chanyeol just sat there, unwavering, holding space for you in the way only a true friend could.

“hey,” he began, his voice soft yet steady, as if anchoring you in the storm of your own thoughts. that signature dimpled smile appeared, warm and reassuring, carrying a kindness that made your chest tighten. “no one’s perfect,” he said, his gaze locking with yours, as though he could see the weight of your regret. “it’s okay to have moments you wish you could take back. you don’t need to have it all figured out right now—just take it one step at a time, yeah? what matters is where you go from here, and i know you’ll choose the right path.”

his hand brushed against yours, grounding you further. “no matter what, nari and i will always be here. for you and minji. you’re not in this alone.”

you swallowed hard, his words cutting through the mess of emotions tangled in your chest. the sincerity in his voice, the unwavering warmth in his eyes—it was almost too much. you nodded slowly, blinking back the tears threatening to spill.

“thank you,” you whispered, your voice barely audible, but you knew he heard it. “i don’t even know if i deserve this kind of support... but it means everything. truly.”

your fingers fidgeted with the edge of your sleeve, the weight of his reassurance settling over you like a safety net. the corner of your lips lifted into the faintest smile, a flicker of gratitude breaking through your doubt. “and…thank you, yeollie. for always being here for us.”

he pulled you into a hug, the kind only chanyeol could give—one that made you feel like you were wrapped in the coziest, softest blanket on the coldest day. his size alone made it impossible not to feel safe, like he could shield you from the entire world.

"stay put," he murmured, his voice low and soothing against your hair. "i’ll go pick up the girls. how about we pick up a pizza on the way home? maybe a bottle of wine to go with it?"

you couldn’t help the small laugh that bubbled up, the weight on your chest lifting just enough to let it out. "yeah... i’d like that. thanks, yeol."

he grinned as he stood, his steps sure and familiar as he moved to the fridge. the sound of the door opening and bottles clinking against each other filled the room. when he returned, he handed you one of the water bottles, twisting the cap off for you with ease.

"drink up," he said, flicking a finger gently under your chin to tilt your head up, a playful glint in his eyes. "don’t need you passing out on me from dehydration."

his teasing tone, coupled with the affection in his gesture, made your heart feel a little lighter. you took the bottle from him, your fingers brushing his briefly, and for the first time all day, you felt a spark of comfort.

later that night, minji lay tucked beneath her soft quilt, her favorite bunny held close to her chest. the warm glow of the nightlight painted her face in soft hues, the shadows dancing gently across her room like a lullaby. you leaned over her small form, pressing a tender kiss to her forehead. "i love you," you whispered, your voice a soothing murmur. "sleep tight, bun."

as your hand hovered over the light switch, her voice stopped you in your tracks, delicate yet filled with curiosity. "hey, mommy," she called, her tone innocent and thoughtful. "why does that doctor from earlier call you that, too?"

the question struck a chord deep within you, freezing you for a moment as your heart stumbled over itself. turning back toward her, you forced a smile, smoothing the sudden tension coiling in your chest. walking slowly to her bedside, you perched at the edge, meeting her wide, trusting eyes. "well," you started softly, your voice steady despite the fluttering unease within. "like dr. byun said, he's a really good friend of mine. that’s where i got your nickname, too."

her face lit up, her small smile so pure it made your heart ache. she nodded slowly, processing your words in that way only children can, her gaze thoughtful yet brimming with trust. "he was nice," she said, her tone sweet and certain. "i really liked him."

"yeah?" you asked, crouching down so your eyes were level with hers, the warmth of her sincerity wrapping around you like a blanket. her simple joy tugged at something tender within you. "would you like to see him again?"

her smile widened, blooming like the sun breaking through clouds. excitement sparkled in her eyes, her whole face lighting up in a way that mirrored her love for ice cream on hot afternoons. she nodded vigorously, her enthusiasm bubbling over.

"uh-huh!" she chirped, her joy infectious, spreading a flicker of warmth through your own heart.

you couldn’t help but laugh, the sound soft and full of love. "okay, bunny," you said, tucking a stray strand of hair behind your ear, your voice tender. "sleep tight, 'kay?" you pressed another soft kiss to her forehead, lingering for a moment, before turning off the light. the door clicked shut softly behind you.

standing in the hallway, your back against the cool wall, you let out a long, shaky breath, the weight of the day settling heavily in your chest. the silence was broken by a ping from your phone, pulling you out of your thoughts. you stared at the screen, the light illuminating your face as a new message appeared.

baekhyun:

thank you for today. let’s talk soon about how we move forward—together.

your chest tightened, the words settling over you like a heavy blanket. this was the beginning of something you hadn’t seen coming, something that made your pulse race with equal parts fear and exhilaration.

you responded quickly, almost without thinking:

you free tomorrow to go over details?

the path ahead was a little scary and clouded with uncertainty, but one thing was for sure: baekhyun was here, and he wasn’t going anywhere.

baekhyun and minji bonded quicker than you ever imagined. their first playdate was a sunny afternoon at the park, where baekhyun seemed completely absorbed in her. every giggle, every burst of energy as she dashed between slides and swings, every scrunched-nose smile lit up his face. it was as if he was trying to memorize every little detail about her, committing her essence to memory. minji, ever the social butterfly, welcomed him without hesitation—just as she did her classmates, her teachers, and even chanyeol.

chanyeol.

his name slipped into your thoughts uninvited, a shadow that tugged at your focus. why were you thinking about him now? you blinked hard, shaking the thought away. the last thing you needed was to let another layer of complication invade your already chaotic emotions.

then came that afternoon. baekhyun had come to drop minji off at your place, the usual familiarity of the moment interrupted by the unexpected. when the door swung open, it wasn’t you standing there—it was chanyeol.

“baekhyun, right?” chanyeol greeted him warmly, his easy smile bright enough to momentarily disarm. his dimple pressed deep into his cheek, as if it was carved there just for moments like this. snapping his fingers in playful recognition, he added, “i’ve heard so much about you.” he gestured casually over his shoulder, as if to invite baekhyun in. “i’m chanyeol. and that’s nari over there.”

baekhyun froze, the weight of the moment pressing down on him like an invisible force. for a split second, his expression faltered, eyes flickering to the cheerful little girl in the background, her laughter filling the air. then, his gaze shifted back to chanyeol, studying him with a quiet intensity. there was something unspoken in the air between them, subtle yet impossible to ignore—a tension that lingered like a low hum.

his eyes darted past chanyeol, chest tightening as they landed on you. you were seated on the floor, cross-legged, a radiant smile stretching across your face as you and nari played with minji’s toys. the sound of your laughter, bright and unguarded, hit him square in the chest, stirring something raw and vulnerable deep inside him. you looked so at ease, as if the joy spilling from you was effortless, untouched by the weight of the past.

“hi, chanyeol!” minji’s voice rang out, cutting through the fog of his thoughts. her tiny arms stretched toward the tall man, her excitement spilling over in a cheerful squeal.

chanyeol didn’t hesitate, scooping her up with the ease of someone who’d done it a hundred times before. “i missed you!” minji giggled, wrapping her small arms tightly around his neck.

“i missed you too, bun,” chanyeol replied with a wide grin, holding her close.

baekhyun’s stomach twisted, the word hitting him like a slap. bun. his nickname for her. no—their nickname. a sharp possessiveness surged through him, hot and consuming. did chanyeol call you that too? the thought crept in like a poison, making his jaw tighten. it was irrational, and yet it burned, carving out a hollow ache in his chest.

you stood then, walking toward them, your smile warm and glowing like the softest light. chanyeol still had minji perched on his hip, cradling her as if she were his own. he leaned in, planting an exaggerated, playful kiss on her cheek, earning a burst of delighted giggles from her.

the sound, the sight of it all—your ease, minji’s trust, chanyeol’s familiarity—brought baekhyun to the edge. his chest tightened, his breathing shallow, and for a brief, unsteady moment, he felt like he might collapse under the weight of it. the life he wanted was right in front of him, his life, and yet, it felt just out of reach.

“i missed you, bunny,” you murmured, your fingers tenderly brushing through her soft, dark hair. minji tilted her head up to you, her eyes glittering like tiny stars. then she turned to him, her small hand waving eagerly. “bye, baekhyun!” she chirped, her voice bright and pure, her little toothy grin so heartbreakingly innocent it nearly brought him to his knees.

baekhyun’s chest tightened, the pressure unbearable. how could something so sweet hurt so much?

you stepped closer, and for a fleeting moment, baekhyun forgot how to breathe. your smile was warm, easy, and devastatingly familiar—a smile that used to be his. it softened the tension hanging in the air, but to him, it cut deeper than any blade.

“thanks for picking her up from daycare,” you said, your voice gentle, almost apologetic. the sincerity in your tone slipped past every defense he’d tried to build since that day you walked back into his life. “did you wanna come inside for a bit? we usually do taco tuesdays with chanyeol and nari. you’re more than welcome to join us.”

your words were casual, but the invitation felt anything but. “i think it’d be great, actually,” you added, your voice bright with optimism. “since chanyeol’s been in minji’s life for a little over a year now.”

the floor seemed to tilt beneath him. his body stiffened, and a violent twist gripped his heart. chanyeol. a year. the words echoed mercilessly in his mind, louder and louder until they drowned out everything else. he wanted to tell you no, to scream it, to tell you he’d rather rip his chest open and claw his heart out than walk into that house and see the life you were building without him. a life that looked so perfect. a life where he was nothing but a footnote.

instead, he forced a smile—thin, hollow, the kind of smile that only deepened the cracks in his façade. it was nothing more than a mask, a feeble attempt to conceal the storm raging beneath his skin. “i’m actually in a hurry,” he said, the words stiff and unnatural as they stumbled off his tongue. “gotta get to the clinic.”

a lie, plain and simple. it came too easily, slipping past his lips like second nature. the instant it escaped, he felt the sick churn of regret twisting in his stomach, his voice betraying him with a clipped edge he couldn’t quite hide.

your head tilted slightly, confusion flickering across your face like a shadow. “didn’t you guys already close for the day?” you asked, your brows knitting together in that subtle way that always made his chest ache. “it’s past six.”

his pulse stuttered, a silent curse tumbling through his mind as he fumbled for an answer that wouldn’t shatter the fragile distance he was desperately clinging to. but nothing came. nothing convincing enough. nothing that didn’t feel like quicksand.

his feet shifted instinctively, retreating before his resolve could crumble further. “charts and prescriptions and... you know, stuff,” he mumbled, taking an awkward step back. “i’ll see you later.”

before you could say another word, he turned, walking briskly toward his car. his steps were measured, his pride refusing to let him break into a full-on sprint, even as his heart hammered like a war drum. every step felt heavier than the last, the weight of his lie and your confusion pressing down on him like a vice.

he didn’t dare look back. if he did, he knew he wouldn’t have the strength to keep going.

from behind him, minji’s giggles rang out like music, the sound breaking through the thickness in the air. you were pressing playful kisses to her cheeks, your exaggerated smooches sending her into a fit of laughter.

it was almost too much. the scene—the two of you together, so natural, so perfect—made his knees weak. he gripped the handle of his car door and paused, his chest heaving as he fought the urge to look back. to stay.

but he didn’t. he slid into the driver’s seat and pulled away, leaving behind the ache that followed him everywhere you and minji weren’t.

as baekhyun drove away, his grip on the steering wheel tightened until his knuckles turned a stark white. the image of you standing there with chanyeol and the two girls—your girls—seared into his mind, an indelible mark he couldn’t shake. you looked like a perfect family, like something pulled straight out of a dream. but for baekhyun, it was nothing short of a nightmare.

every mile he put between himself and your door pressed harder on the ache in his chest. his thoughts roared louder than the hum of the engine, drowning out everything but one relentless truth: that should’ve been me.

he couldn’t keep doing this—living in the fragile shell of a life that barely held him together. pretending he was fine without you, without minji. pretending that every day apart wasn’t hollow, wasn’t agony. each moment away from the two of you felt like a wound he couldn’t heal, the kind that gnawed at him constantly, leaving him restless and raw.

he dragged a trembling hand through his hair as the silence around him became unbearable. pacing the length of his living room later that night, his mind was still trapped back at your doorstep. he could hear your laugh echoing in his ears, the way it always lit up every corner of his world. the memory of your voice, soft and full of meaning, saying his name. minji’s tiny hands gripping his, her trust as effortless as her love. every memory sharpened the longing, the undeniable knowledge that you were his. you always had been. and yet, here he was—stuck in a life that felt like it belonged to someone else.

it wasn’t fair. not to him. not to you. and certainly not to her. the woman waiting for him at home, wearing the ring he had slipped onto her finger when he was too weak to face the truth. she deserved more. she deserved better. she deserved a man who wasn’t haunted by another woman’s smile, another child’s laughter.

his fists clenched at his sides as the weight of his choices bore down on him. guilt dug into him like a blade, twisting with every second. and yet, beneath it all, one truth burned brighter than anything else: he needed you. he needed you and minji, your warmth, your chaos, the life you had created without him.

he could feel it unraveling, the lie he was clinging to. every passing day stretched it thinner, threatening to snap. and when it did, he wasn’t sure what would be left of him—only that it wouldn’t be enough without you.

after a few more park playdates, you invited baekhyun over for dinner. when he arrived, he held two bouquets—one vibrant and blooming for you, and a smaller, delicate arrangement for minji.

minji’s face lit up as she clutched her flowers, her excitement spilling over as she helped baekhyun carefully arrange them in vases. you watched from the kitchen, your hands busy with dinner but your heart quietly swelling at the sight of them together.

dinner came and went in a blur of laughter and easy conversation. afterward, baekhyun insisted on helping clean up, minji trailing behind him like his little shadow. yet through it all, you couldn’t ignore the way his gaze lingered on you—soft, almost yearning. and every time you caught him, he’d quickly look away, his cheeks tinged with a hint of pink.

you tried to brush it off, convincing yourself it was nothing. that the bouquet meant nothing. but your heart betrayed you, skipping a beat every time your eyes met. your cheeks warmed under his gaze, though you told yourself it was absurd. he’s engaged, you reminded yourself firmly. he’s in love with someone else. it’s not you anymore. it hasn’t been for years.

later, baekhyun offered to get minji ready for bed, his enthusiasm lighting up the room. he approached each part of her bedtime routine with such care—a playful splash during her bath, patient encouragement as she brushed her teeth, and a warm smile as he read her a bedtime story.

you stood in the hallway, listening to her giggles and his gentle voice, your chest tightening with a mix of emotions you couldn’t quite name.

you walked back to the kitchen, the soft hum of the house wrapping around you as you reached for the wine bottle. the deep red liquid swirled as you poured it into two glasses, the rich aroma curling in the air. baekhyun had worked magic tonight, easing a rowdy toddler into sleep as if it were the simplest thing in the world. the image of him tucking minji in still lingered in your mind—a quiet smile on his face, his touch gentle but sure.

you thought about all the time you and minji had been spending with baekhyun lately felt like something out of a dream. it was everything you’d ever wished for but never thought you’d have. he slipped so seamlessly into her world, as if he’d always been there. their bond was undeniable—tickle fights that left her squealing with laughter, quiet moments where she leaned into him with absolute trust. watching them together only deepened the ache in your chest, the one that whispered how foolish you’d been to keep her from him for so long.

you told him as much one late afternoon, after a long stroll through the park. minji had fallen asleep in his arms, her little body spent from an afternoon of running through the playground while he chased her, pretending to be some silly monster. her tiny cheek squished against his shoulder, her breath soft and steady as she drooled onto his jacket. the two of you had laughed quietly, careful not to wake her.

“guess she’s making up for all the times it was you she drooled on instead,” he teased with a smirk, his voice warm and low.

it was in that fragile, golden moment that the words you’d been holding back tumbled out. “baekhyun, i... i’ve been feeling so awful. i’m not saying this for pity, i just—every time i see you with her, the guilt claws at me. i can’t believe i kept her from you for so long…i’m so sorry.”

your voice cracked, and then there were tears—hot, stinging, relentless.

baekhyun stopped in his tracks, his steps crunching against the gravel path as he gently grabbed your arm. his touch was firm but steady, grounding. he turned you to face him, his gaze steady, unwavering.

“hey,” he said softly, his voice pulling you out of your spiral. “what matters is now. and the future. i trust you, and i know you won’t keep her from me again. i’ve forgiven you... but maybe it’s time you forgave yourself.”

his words settled over you like a balm, soothing and unyielding, and for the first time in what felt like forever, the weight of your guilt began to feel a little lighter.

you’re pulled from your thoughts by the soft click of her bedroom door, the quiet shuffle of baekhyun’s steps filling the silence as he makes his way toward you. you know the sound of his walk so well, even after all these years. it’s comforting, familiar—the same measured rhythm, the same ease. in so many ways, he hasn’t changed. his laugh, his warm personality, the way his eyes crinkle into crescent moons when he smiles.

“she’s out,” he announces from the hallway, his voice soft but tinged with satisfaction as he spots you at the dining table.

you hand him the glass of wine you’d poured moments before, holding it out like a peace offering. “this is for all your hard work,” you tease, a light grin tugging at your lips.

he chuckles, the sound low and warm as he takes the glass from your hand, his fingers grazing yours for a fleeting second. the touch sends a jolt of electricity through you, unexpected but unmistakable, and you quickly avert your gaze, staring down at the table like it holds all the answers.

he settles into the chair beside you, close enough that you can feel the faint warmth radiating from him. you sip your wine, trying to steady yourself, before speaking. “so... have you and soo talked about setting up a time to meet her?”

his face shifts at the mention of her name. the change is subtle but telling—a flicker of discomfort, the kind you can’t unsee once you notice it.

“yeah,” he says after a pause, his fingers fidgeting with the stem of the wine glass. he takes a sip before continuing, his tone quieter now. “i actually wanted to talk to you about her.”

your heart sinks, unease settling in your chest like a stone. “oh?” you ask, cautious. “is everything okay?”

the worst thoughts swirl in your mind, a storm of possibilities. maybe she doesn’t want baekhyun spending time with minji. maybe she’s uncomfortable with you being part of the equation.

he exhales sharply, his thumb brushing against the rim of the glass. “yeah... i mean, i guess.” there’s a pause, a weight to his words that makes you hold your breath. “the engagement’s been called off.” his voice is steady, almost too steady, as if rehearsed.

your jaw drops before you can stop it. the shock is written all over your face, and baekhyun winces at your reaction, his gaze darting away. you quickly compose yourself, snapping your mouth shut as heat rises to your cheeks. “what happened?” you blurt, the words spilling out before you can think twice. “you seemed... so happy.”

your voice falters, and for a moment, you wonder if you’ve overstepped. the weight of your question lingers between you, heavy and unspoken, and you brace yourself for whatever comes next.

“i was. or... at least, i thought i was,” he says, his voice low and almost hesitant, as if he’s afraid to admit it even to himself. his hand moves to his hair, ruffling it in that familiar way he always did when the weight of his thoughts pressed too hard on him. a reflex, a habit you never forgot.

“and then you walked back into my life.” his voice is quiet, but there’s a rawness to it, like he’s pulling the words straight from the deepest part of him. your breath hitches, the air between you growing unbearably still as his gaze locks onto yours. there’s something in his eyes—something aching, desperate, like he’s trying to hold himself together while unraveling all at once.

“with her,” he continues, his voice breaking just enough to make your chest tighten, “this little girl who’s... everything. everything i didn’t know i was missing. she’s you and me, all tangled up in the most perfect way.” he swallows hard, his jaw clenching as though he’s fighting to steady himself. “and suddenly, nothing else makes sense anymore. not without you. not without her.”

the moment those words left his lips, the air seemed to shift. everything stilled—the hum of the world faded into silence, leaving only the thunderous echo of your heartbeat in your ears. had he really said that? the words hung between you, raw and unguarded, threatening to unravel everything you thought you understood.

his eyes searched yours, hesitant but resolute, as if willing you to see the truth in his gaze. when he spoke again, his voice softened, carrying a weight that made your breath hitch. “and the more time i spent with you both... the more i realized you’re what i want. you and minji. you’re what i really want in my life.”

his confession hit you with the force of a tidal wave, knocking the air from your lungs. you felt the ground tilt beneath you, the walls you’d carefully built around your heart quaking under the pressure of his words.

“baekhyun…” you whispered, your voice barely audible, your chest tightening as you forced yourself to ask, “are you… are you serious?”

but you already knew the answer. you could see it, clear as day, in the way his gaze didn’t waver.

“we can take our time… start slow,” baekhyun exhales, his voice carrying the weight of his confession as if it had been lodged in his chest for years. the vulnerability in his tone is raw, unguarded, and it almost makes you forget to breathe. “i mean… if that’s what you want, too.”

his words trail off, and for a moment, his usual confidence falters. a quiet doubt creeps into his thoughts—what if you’ve moved on? what if you don’t want this? the possibility churns in his mind, making him feel smaller, suddenly unsure.

“sorry,” he blurts out, shaking his head, gaze dropping to the floor. “i shouldn’t have said that—”

“no,” you interrupt, your voice firm but gentle, grounding him. your hand finds his, your fingers curling around his in a touch that feels achingly familiar, as though no time has passed. the warmth of his skin against yours sends a spark racing through your veins, a reassurance you didn’t realize you both needed.

he looks up, his eyes wide with hesitation, and you hold his gaze. “i’d… actually like that,” you admit, your voice softer now, a smile tugging at your lips. “start slow and see where we go.”

his shoulders visibly relax, and the faintest glimmer of hope flickers in his eyes. he squeezes your hand, his thumb brushing over your knuckles, and for the first time in a long time, it feels like the two of you are stepping into something whole and unbroken.

two weeks later, you stood in front of your closet, the door wide open and a growing pile of discarded clothes spilling onto the floor.

you were getting ready for a date.

with baekhyun.

your first date as parents.

the thought made your stomach flip with nerves and excitement. it felt surreal, almost like stepping into a story you didn’t dare dream for yourself. but as much as the idea of this new beginning thrilled you, the reality of your wardrobe—or lack thereof—was starting to feel like a nightmare.

minji was spending the evening with chanyeol and nari, her overnight bag already packed and slung over chanyeol’s shoulder when he came to pick her up. you couldn’t miss the way his expression shifted when you told him the reason for the favor, his smile faltering for the briefest second.

“it’s just dinner,” you’d explained softly. “we’re taking things slow, seeing where it goes.”

chanyeol had nodded, his lips pressing into a tight line. he couldn’t quite mask the pain in his eyes, though he tried.

“of course,” he’d said eventually, his voice steady despite the storm you could feel brewing beneath. “you know i’m always here for you…and minji.”

because that was just who chanyeol was—a steady, selfless anchor, even when it hurt.

now, as you tore through hangers and drawers, you glanced at your phone, a spike of panic shooting through you. less than two hours. how had the time slipped away so fast?

you groaned, flopping onto your bed as you stared at the heap of options that just weren’t right. nothing screamed ‘first date with the father of your child.’ nothing said ‘i’m nervous but excited and maybe a little terrified but i also want to look stunning.’

baekhyun.

you imagined the moment baekhyun would arrive, the image of him clear in your mind as if he were already standing at your door. he’d look effortlessly polished, the way only he could manage—like he’d stepped out of a magazine without even trying. his shirt would probably hug his lean frame just right, the soft fabric teasing at the lines of his shoulders and chest. his hair, always perfectly imperfect, would fall into place with a casualness that made you suspect he’d only run his fingers through it once before heading out.

and then there were his eyes—those warm, honeyed depths that had a way of making the world feel quieter, smaller. they carried a quiet determination now, a depth that hadn’t always been there, like the years apart had reshaped him, sharpened his focus. you could almost see the subtle tilt of his lips when he caught sight of you, a smile that wasn’t overly practiced but natural, like it belonged there because you did.

he never needed much time to get ready, and yet he always looked like he did. that was the thing about baekhyun—everything about him was easy, seamless, like he existed in his own effortless rhythm. it wasn’t about the clothes he chose or the way he styled his hair; it was about the energy he carried, the quiet confidence that drew people in.

and tonight, he’d be coming to pick you up—not just as the baekhyun you’d known before, but as someone determined to start fresh, someone who wanted to show you that maybe, just maybe, this could really work out.

you exhaled deeply, steadying yourself as you slid off the bed. pull it together, you thought, brushing your curled hair out of your face. tonight wasn’t just another evening—it felt like the start of something new, something tentative and hopeful, and you wanted to look the part. not just for baekhyun, but for yourself. you wanted to feel like the best version of you—the woman you were before, and the woman you were becoming.

your eyes drifted toward the top of your closet, where an old, forgotten box rested among stacks of seasonal items and spare blankets. a spark of hope flickered. you vaguely remembered stuffing your pre-pregnancy clothes up there, unable to let them go but convinced they might never fit again. now, that box felt like a treasure chest waiting to be rediscovered.

grabbing a step ladder, you climbed carefully, brushing the thick layer of dust from the box’s lid before tugging it down. a cloud of nostalgia seemed to escape as you peeled it open. there they were—rows of fabrics, textures, and memories you hadn’t touched in years. silky blouses, form-fitting dresses, sleek skirts... all the outfits you used to wear when going out felt like a second skin.

you sifted through them, piece by piece, fingers grazing over familiar fabrics as your heart swelled with a mix of apprehension and excitement. you pulled out a sleek dress, holding it up against yourself in the mirror. to your delight—and a little disbelief—it still fit, hugging your post-pregnancy curves in ways that made you feel both proud and beautiful.

you were finishing the last touches on your hair and makeup when the doorbell rang, slicing through the air like a sudden jolt. a flutter of butterflies stirred in your stomach, their wings beating furiously as nerves surged through you all at once. instinctively, you reached for your perfume, spritzing it lightly over your neck, the familiar scent wrapping around you like a soft, comforting embrace.

you took a long, steadying breath, eyes tracing your reflection in the mirror, checking every detail—the delicate curve of your lashes, the soft glow of your skin, the way your lips curved just right. you stepped back, allowing yourself a moment to really see the woman in front of you. had it really been so long since you dressed up like this? for anyone? the question lingered in the air.

and then it hit you, clear as day. it had been since baekhyun. a quiet chuckle escaped your lips as you shook your head, bemused by the realization. there was something about tonight that felt different, something about this moment, this new chapter, that made everything feel... significant.

with a final glance at your reflection, you straightened up, a soft smile tugging at the corners of your lips. you walked toward the door, each step a little more deliberate, a little more full of purpose. this wasn’t just a date. this was something else entirely.

when the door swung open and baekhyun saw you, his breath hitched, the air suddenly too thick to pull into his lungs. his gaze swept over you, deliberate and slow, as if his mind needed time to register every curve, every detail, every shimmer of the fabric that clung to you. his heart thundered in his chest, a wild rhythm he couldn’t control, and for a moment, all he could do was stare.

you were devastating. the dress—that dress—hugged you perfectly, its soft sheen catching the dim hallway light, every subtle movement making it seem alive, as though it had been designed for this exact moment. it was the same one you’d worn before, in a memory he kept locked away for years. back then, you’d twirled in front of him, laughing, your joy so infectious it had carved itself into his soul. seeing it again now, seeing you now, was almost too much.

but this wasn’t just a walk down memory lane. this wasn’t then. everything was different now—he was different, you were different. yet, somehow, that pull between you felt as raw and undeniable as it had the first time he’d laid eyes on you.

except now, you weren’t just the girl he’d loved with everything in him, the girl he’d lost, the girl he thought he’d never have again. you were minji’s mother. his daughter’s mother. and seeing you like this—so stunning it almost hurt—sent a new kind of longing through him. it wasn’t just want, though god, he wanted you. it was need, aching and all-consuming, a yearning that went far beyond physical desire. he needed to prove himself, to prove that he could be more for you, for minji. that this time, he wouldn’t let you slip away.

his hands twitched at his sides, desperate to reach for you, to touch, to hold, to pull you close enough to feel the warmth of your body against his. the temptation was staggering, nearly unbearable. his mind flickered with flashes of all the ways he wanted you—how it would feel to bury his face in your neck, to whisper promises against your skin, to hear you say his name like you used to.

but he held himself back, swallowing hard, locking it all down. not now. he couldn’t rush this. he couldn’t risk ruining it.

when his eyes met yours, his lips curved into the softest of smiles, one that didn’t quite mask the storm of emotions swirling beneath the surface. “you…” he paused, his voice catching before he found it again. “you look incredible.” the words came out low, steady, but there was no mistaking the weight behind them.

for a brief second, his eyes dropped back to the dress, his mind betraying him with an image of it lying forgotten on the floor, of you in his arms, of everything he was fighting to keep at bay. the thought made his chest tighten, and he let out a soft chuckle, as if to diffuse the tension he felt coiled so tightly within him.

but he didn’t move. not yet. instead, he let the moment stretch, imagining the day when he wouldn’t have to hold back, when he wouldn’t have to hesitate. when he could love you the way he wanted to—completely, without fear, without doubt, without restraint.

after dinner, the two of you strolled back to your place, the night humming with the warmth of shared laughter and lingering glances. the soft glow of streetlights cast a golden sheen over everything, making the world feel dreamlike, almost suspended in time. the wine coursing through your veins made the air lighter, the edges of reality softer, as though nothing truly mattered except the man walking beside you.

when you reached the door, your fingers fumbled with the keys, the metal slipping awkwardly in your grasp. you giggled, a sound so sweet it made baekhyun’s chest tighten. he stood behind you, his presence warm and steady, his hands gently finding their way to your waist. his touch was light, but it burned in the most delicious way.

“need a hand?” he asked, his voice low, teasing, his breath grazing your ear as he leaned closer.

you turned your head just slightly, your smile playful. “please,” you murmured, trying—and failing—to mask the way his closeness made your pulse quicken.

together, you managed to coax the door open, his hand guiding yours with a deliberate slowness that made you shiver. once inside, he closed the door behind him with a quiet click, the sound reverberating through the stillness of the space.

“nightcap?” you asked, your tone casual, though the mischief in your eyes betrayed you. your cheeks were warm, not just from the wine but from the way his gaze lingered, heavy and intent.

baekhyun didn’t answer right away. his eyes stayed locked on you, tracing the curve of your cheek, the way your lips curled into that familiar, teasing grin. his gaze dipped lower, lingering on the dress that clung to you like a second skin. that dress. the one he couldn’t stop thinking about all night, the one he wanted to peel off you with his teeth.

he swallowed hard, his jaw tightening as he fought to keep himself in check. the air between you thickened, crackling with an unspoken tension. he took a slow, deliberate step closer, the movement barely noticeable, but the way his eyes darkened said everything his lips couldn’t.

“yeah,” he finally murmured, his voice low, rough around the edges. “a nightcap sounds good.”

but it wasn’t the drink he wanted. no, the only thing he wanted was standing right in front of him, flushed and radiant, looking at him with eyes that could undo him in a heartbeat. every instinct screamed at him to close the space, to kiss you breathless, to pull you into him and never let go. but he didn’t. not yet. he was holding onto a thread of control, as thin and fragile as the air between you.

for now, he could wait. but god, you were making it impossible.

he could barely hold himself together, his self-control stretched thinner with each passing second. honestly, he deserved an award—no, a damn medal—for the composure he managed to keep throughout dinner. every moment was its own quiet war, every glance from you a calculated blow, every soft laugh a fatal shot to his already fragile defenses. your presence was a sweet, maddening intoxication, pulling him under in waves he couldn’t escape.

the way you looked at him—those eyes full of something gentle, something tender, something that felt like home—was almost his undoing. his fingers curled tightly against his thighs, his knuckles blanching as he fought the urge to reach for you. your smile, radiant and unguarded, had him aching in ways he thought he’d forgotten, stirring something raw and desperate in the pit of his stomach. and your voice—god, your voice—danced through the air, warm and melodic, like the first song he’d ever loved.

and then there were those moments when you looked at him, really looked at him. it was in the softness of your gaze, the way it lingered a second too long, the way it stripped him bare without a single word. it was as if you still saw him—truly saw him—the way you used to, back when you were his. that look, full of unspoken truths, clung to him like an echo, whispering things he didn’t dare hope for. you still love me. you still love me. the thought struck like lightning, leaving him dazed and breathless, his pulse thundering in his ears.

his chest tightened with the weight of it all—the yearning, the disbelief, the sheer impossibility of the moment. it was as though everything that had gone wrong, all the time that had stretched between you, suddenly dissolved, rendered meaningless in the face of this. it was just the two of you now, the world fading into a blurry background, holding its breath as if waiting for him to do what every fiber of his being screamed for: close the distance.

the need was relentless, searing through him like fire. his fingers twitched with the urge to touch you, to cradle your face in his hands and trace the contours of your cheek, to see if your skin still felt as soft as he remembered. his lips burned with the craving to kiss you, to taste the laughter that had tormented him all night, to claim the love he had been starving for since the day you walked away.

it had been almost four agonizing years since you left him behind, taking the light of his world with you. he thought he’d buried the pain, that he’d learned to live with the emptiness you left. but now, here you were, so close he could hear the rhythm of your breaths, feel the warmth radiating from your skin. and he realized with a clarity that stole the air from his lungs: none of that pain mattered anymore. not the silence, not the heartbreak, not the years. all that mattered was you—here, now, in front of him.

his breath hitched at the thought, and he found himself imagining what it would feel like when he finally kissed you again. his lips hovering just inches from yours, the space between you crackling with tension. he could already feel the pull, that same magnetic connection that had always been there, waiting for the moment he could touch you. and when their lips finally met, he knew—he knew—it would be just like before. that same sweetness, that same softness, the curve of your lips fitting perfectly against his, like you were always meant to belong to him.

no one had ever kissed him the way you did. no one else had ever left him breathless, drowning in the intensity of it, as if your kiss had the power to remake him. and god, he wanted it again. needed it.

he wanted you, wanted you so badly, the need pooling in his chest, a hot, tight ache he couldn’t ignore. he could already taste you, feel the warmth of your lips beneath his. he remembered how your kiss had once made him feel weightless, like he was falling into something beautiful, intoxicating. it was all he’d thought about the entire night.

and the way you looked now, that dress clinging to you like it had all those years ago, just made him ache even more. he couldn’t stop the images running through his mind—ripping it off of you, feeling your body pressed against his, tasting the sweetness of your kiss once again, just like he had done so many times before. the desire to feel you underneath him, to bury himself in the softness of you, was almost unbearable. he wanted it. he wanted you.

but instead, he nodded, swallowing the lump in his throat. “yeah,” he breathed, his voice thick with barely contained longing, “yeah, a nightcap sounds good.”

his fingers twitched, wanting nothing more than to touch you, but he held himself back, feeling the heat rise between you both, a tension so thick it was almost unbearable.

"here, let me pour the drinks for us," he murmured, his voice low and steady as he took your jacket and purse, hanging them with a quiet care on the coat rack.

you raised an eyebrow, teasing, "oh?" the corners of your lips twitched, fighting back a smile as you bit your bottom lip. your lashes fluttered lightly, casting delicate shadows across your cheeks as you met his gaze. "i’m just getting spoiled tonight, aren’t i?" you teased, the memory of how he'd practically wrestled the check from your hands earlier still fresh in your mind. it made you laugh softly, a sound that seemed to melt into the air.

but before you could say anything more, he was there, his hand coming up instinctively to cup your cheek. the warmth of his touch sent a shiver down your spine, his thumb brushing lightly against the softness of your skin, tracing the curve of your cheek, your chin, and finally resting just below your lower lip. his touch was so gentle, so deliberate, and yet it stirred something deeper inside you—a quiet yearning that you were both trying to contain.

you met his eyes, searching his face, knowing the unspoken truth before he even voiced it. you could see it—the way his gaze lingered, the way his breath hitched just slightly as he studied you. he wanted to kiss you. you could feel the tension rising, thick and palpable between you, but still, he held back, the weight of restraint pressing on him.

not wanting to push him, you offered him a sweet, reassuring smile, the kind that spoke of understanding without words. the sight of it seemed to stop him in his tracks, and his heart skipped a beat, his breath catching in his throat.

baekhyun’s lips curved into a playful smirk. “spoiled?” he echoed, leaning in just slightly, enough for his voice to drop a fraction, rich and smooth. “c’mon, bun, i’m sure you remember what me spoiling you really looks like.”

his words hit like a soft nudge to a locked door, memories rushing in before you could stop them. you remembered the way he used to spoil you relentlessly back in college, how his love language seemed to be written in lavish gifts and thoughtful gestures. designer handbags you could never justify buying for yourself, delicate jewelry that always seemed to match the sparkle in his eyes when he fastened the clasps himself.

he’d surprise you with new outfits for events you didn’t even know you’d be attending until he planned them—your wardrobe practically transformed by his generosity. every time the newest iphone dropped, he’d make sure it was in your hands within days, complete with a customized case he knew you’d love. he’d slip his card to waiters or store clerks before you could even think to pay.

and then there were the practical things, like covering your car payments or arranging maintenance before you even realized you needed it, his way of taking care of you without ever making you feel small for it. he never wanted you to stress, and you’d laugh at the absurdity of it all while secretly melting at the way he seemed to know what you needed before you did.

baekhyun had money. plenty of it. his family’s wealth wasn’t something he flaunted, but it was there, shaping the way he provided for you. your family wasn’t poor, but you didn’t have the same financial ease. you worked hard for the things you had, but baekhyun never made you feel less than, never made you uncomfortable about it. his quiet humility and the way he never flaunted his wealth made it all feel normal—money was never the issue. it was always about the love you shared.

you swallowed hard, heat creeping up your neck as you met his gaze again. his eyes were on you now, softer but still teasing, as if he could tell exactly where your thoughts had gone. “besides” he murmured, brushing a loose strand of hair from your face, his touch lingering just a moment longer than necessary. “i’m just making up for lost time. can you blame me?”

one glass turned into two, then three, each sip loosening the tension in the air, but also building something new between you, something heady and electric. laughter spilled from your lips, the sound light and careless, but underneath it, a growing warmth that neither of you could ignore. the night seemed to blur around the edges, the wine clouding your thoughts, making everything softer, more daring.

the bottles emptied one by one, their presence a witness to the hours that had melted away as you lingered in each other’s company. the glasses tipped over, forgotten, their contents pooling on the floor like spilled memories. it didn’t matter. nothing mattered except the way he looked at you—intensely, as if every part of him was drawn to you in a way that left him no choice but to pull you closer.

and then, he kissed you.

it was slow at first, almost tentative, like he was relearning the shape of your lips, the rhythm of your breath. but it didn’t stay that way for long. in an instant, the kiss deepened, the years of separation melting into a blur of heat and urgency. his hands found your waist, pulling you closer—closer, until you were climbing into his lap, your legs straddling him without hesitation.

his mouth was scorching, addictive, just like you remembered. it was the taste of him, rich like wine but unmistakably him—a flavor you thought you’d buried, but now you realized you could never forget. his kisses were messy, hungry, each one leaving you breathless as soft moans and breathless whimpers slipped between you. his hands roamed with purpose, sliding down to cup your ass, pulling you flush against him. his grip was firm, possessive, so achingly familiar that it made your head spin.

you felt the growing bulge beneath you, hard and urgent, straining against his pants. the pressure sent a sharp jolt of need straight to your core, igniting a fire you couldn’t ignore. warmth pooled between your legs, soaking you as your hips rocked instinctively against him. a deep, guttural groan escaped him, vibrating against your lips as you kissed him harder, hungrier.

“i missed you,” you breathed, the words tumbling from your lips as they traveled to the curve of his neck. you nipped at the sensitive skin below his ear, the spot you knew drove him wild. sure enough, a soft, desperate moan spilled from him, and you smiled against his skin, savoring the sound of him unraveling beneath you.

"i love you, bun," he whispered, his voice soft yet heavy with meaning, a tremor of raw emotion in every word. his gaze, unwavering and intense, locked onto yours, as if he could reach inside you with just a look. his lips brushed yours, so lightly it almost felt like a delicate promise. "i... i don’t think i ever stopped."

the words crashed into you, like a wave breaking against the shore, unexpected yet inevitable. your heart skipped, breath caught in your chest as the depth of his confession wrapped around you, pulling you under. "i love you, too, baekhyun," you breathed, your voice barely more than a whisper, but steady—anchored in the truth that had always been there, buried beneath the years of silence. "i never stopped."

and then, his lips were on yours again, and it was as if the world snapped back into place, the pieces aligning with the force of your shared confession. finally, it felt like home. like you were where you were always meant to be. your body responded instinctively, moving closer, desperate to feel the heat that had always simmered between you two. you ground against him, slow, deliberate, an aching need rising in you both. the friction between you sent jolts of electricity through your veins, a fire sparking to life as you felt him tense beneath you, his hands tightening on your hips.

for a brief moment, you thought he'd pull you in fully, lose himself in the moment as much as you were. but instead, his body went rigid, stilling beneath you as if every muscle had locked in place.

"wait—" his voice cracked, the sound thick with a dangerous mix of yearning and restraint. his hands stilled your movements, holding you in place. you could feel his chest rise and fall beneath you, shallow breaths betraying the storm inside him. "i don’t want to pressure you into anything you’re not ready for. i know we agreed to take things slow. i can wait."

his words cut through the haze of your desire, stopping you dead in your tracks. the sincerity in his eyes hit you like a tidal wave. he was holding back—for you.

for you.

the ache in your chest was sharp, but in the best possible way.

without saying a word, you reached down, sliding his hand beneath your dress, guiding him to where you were already burning. his breath caught when his fingers brushed against your bare skin. his eyes widened, shock crossing his features as he realized you weren’t wearing anything underneath.

"feel how wet you’ve made me?" you whispered, your lips grazing his ear, your voice low, sultry, teasing. the way his chest moves as his breathing becomes more deeper, heavier as if it’s taking everything in him not to put his fingers to work on that sloppy cunt of yours. you could feel his restraint fraying, and you couldn’t help but smile.

"still think i wanna take things slow?" you teased, your thumb tracing the curve of his bottom lip, urging him to act.

you could feel his body tremble under your touch, his hands shaking slightly as he adjusted, his fingers just barely grazing where you needed him most. the hunger in his eyes was almost unbearable, and you leaned in closer, brushing your lips over his jaw, waiting for him to break.

his composure shattered. his eyes fluttered shut as you brought his slick-coated fingers to your mouth, your tongue swirling around them slowly, deliberately. the taste of yourself on him was heady, and you sucked his fingers clean, the act sending a shiver down his spine.

“fuck,” he groaned, his voice thick with hunger. “ya sure about this, bun?” each syllable a desperate plea as his restraint teetered dangerously close to breaking.

you nodded, eyes wide and shimmering with a mix of innocence and promise. your lashes fluttered like the softest caress as you looked up at him, lips swollen and bruised from his fevered kisses, a delicate pout lingering on them. the sight of made his dick twitch. “always been sure when it comes to you, baek.”

the words hit him like a wave, and with a shuddering sigh, he couldn’t hold back anymore. his lips crashed against yours, possessive and hungry, claiming you as if he’d never get another chance. one arm wrapped around your head, fingers threading through your hair with a desperate need, while the other hand slid to your ass, squeezing it roughly. his grip tightened, a subtle warning, but you could feel the way his muscles strained, the raw tension in his touch. every press of his fingers into your skin felt like a brand, like he was marking you, anchoring himself to you. his touch was a blaze, a wildfire that scorched you in the best way, pulling you closer as if he couldn’t bear an inch of distance.

and then the world tilted.

with a surge of power and urgency, he lifted you without hesitation—strong, commanding, as though he was claiming you in the most primal of ways. a breathless gasp escaped your lips, the sound of surprise barely escaping before his hands cradled you, holding you as if you were made of something more fragile than glass. he held you with reverence, but there was an edge to it, a possessiveness that promised he would never let you go.

his breath is heavy against your neck, warm and uneven, betraying the restraint he’s barely holding onto. your body is pressed tightly to his chest, his heart pounding against yours, every beat echoing the unspoken promises that linger in the air. each step he takes toward your bedroom is deliberate, charged, as though the distance is unbearable, as if he can’t get you there fast enough.

"shit," he muttered, his voice rough and low as he lowered you onto the edge of your bed. the realization hit him like a tidal wave, cold and relentless, stealing his focus. his gaze flickered to yours, a storm of panic swirling in his eyes. “i didn’t bring any condoms. do you… do you have any?”

his question lingered in the air, heavy and unspoken, cutting deeper than the surface. the knot in his stomach tightened, the thought of someone else touching you during the time apart clawing at his insides. he hated the idea more than he cared to admit.

your laughter cut through the tension, soft but laced with something playful, a gentle ring that seemed to fill the space between you. "no, baek," you replied, your voice a breathless melody. "i haven’t had sex—well, any action, really—since you." the confession slipped out before you could stop it, and though a blush bloomed on your cheeks, you held his gaze. there was a flicker of vulnerability in your eyes, but it only made his heart race faster.

his breath hitched audibly, and for a moment, the world seemed to stop. his heartbeat thundered in his ears, his chest rising and falling with the weight of your words. “you’re serious?” he whispered, disbelief laced with something else—pride. his lips curved upward into a slow, cocky grin, the kind that made your stomach flip. the thought of you untouched by anyone else since him fed something primal, something possessive.

you nodded, your teeth sinking into your lip like you were weighing the impact of your words. embarrassment rushed to your neck, but it was quickly replaced by the heat of his stare. it burned through you, molten and unwavering, making your heart thrum harder with every passing second.

“fuck,” he rasped, the word almost guttural, like he couldn’t contain the surge of raw emotion. it was your turn to smile, a cocky glint lighting up your eyes. but when he spoke again, the weight of his confession hit you harder than you expected.

"i haven’t gone raw in anyone since you."

the words hung heavy in the air, suffocating with meaning. the way he said it, so casually, like it was a fact that only made sense in the world he had built around you, made your pulse spike. it was everything—the promise, the truth. your knees weakened at the depth of his gaze, molten like a fire you couldn’t escape.

"d’ya trust me, bun?" he whispered, voice low, the words slipping from his lips with a possessive kind of hunger.

you swallowed thickly, your breath coming out uneven, heart pounding in your throat. your pulse raced, and despite the weight of his question, you somehow found your voice, breathless and full of raw honesty.

“with my life.”

his lips curled into that signature, boyish grin that had always undone you, a glint of mischief dancing in his darkened eyes.

without hesitation, he closed the distance between you, his hands brushing the smooth, delicate skin of your arms before they drifted to the zipper at your back. in one seamless motion, his fingers tugged at the fabric, pulling your dress down with a fluid grace that seemed almost too effortless, as if he’d done it a thousand times before. the fabric slid off you like a memory, slipping to the floor as he guided you back onto the pillows, leaving you bare under the weight of his gaze.

his breath faltered as he drank you in, his eyes tracing every inch of your skin, the intensity of his hunger for you pressing against him like an ache that made his chest tighten. "god," he breathed out, the word barely escaping his lips as if he was speaking to himself more than to you, his hands gently exploring your exposed body like he was memorizing it, as though each touch could never be repeated.

but then it came—the surge of insecurity, creeping in from the edges of your mind like a dark cloud, unwelcome and cold. without thinking, you crossed your arms over your body, your hands instinctively covering the soft curves you’d learned to live with, but had never quite come to accept.

baekhyun saw it instantly. the shift in you, the way you tried to pull away, to hide. his expression softened, his gaze darkening with understanding as he stepped closer. his voice, low and steady, was a balm to your wounded confidence. “don’t you ever feel the need to hide from me,” he murmured, each word laced with an unspoken promise. his hands were gentle, yet firm, as he took hold of your wrists, slowly guiding them away from your body and placing them at your sides. the weight of his touch was reassuring, a silent command for you to trust him, to trust that he saw you—all of you—and that was all he wanted.

his touch was almost ethereal, like a whisper against your skin. his fingertips grazed the curve of your breasts, lingering just long enough to make your breath hitch. “bigger,” he murmured, the word thick with admiration, as if discovering something new about you—something he’d always known he wanted. his hands traveled lower, tracing the lines of your waist, feeling the soft expansion of your hips beneath his palms.

when his fingers brushed over the subtle stretch marks on your ass, a low, guttural groan escaped him, the sound vibrating through the air between you. his body tensed, his desire unmistakable, radiating off of him in waves. “god, you’re so beautiful,” he said, his gaze never leaving the soft, inviting shape of your body, as if memorizing every inch of you.

his hand drifted to your stomach, his finger moving with slow deliberation, drawing a path down the center of your abdomen, a slow, torturous line that set your nerves alight. “you’re gonna feel me,” he rasped, his voice husky, the words carrying a weight of promise. his thumb pressed gently into the sensitive skin just above your belly button, sending a shiver spiraling through your body. “right here,” he murmured, his eyes locking with yours—dark, smoldering, intense with intent.

the teasing, the way he looked at you like you were something precious, something intoxicating—it was too much. your hands clenched at the fabric of his shirt, tugging him closer, the need to feel him overwhelming. without a second thought, your lips crashed against his, urgent and desperate. the kiss was hungry, frantic, your mouths pressing against each other as you fumbled with the fabric of his clothes, your body burning for more.

his laugh rumbled against your lips, the sound low and rich as he pulled back just enough to smirk down at you. “eager, aren’t we?”

you didn’t miss a beat, your fingers working at his waistband as you bit back, “just wanna see if you still know how to fuck me properly.”

his laugh deepened, full and throaty, as he shoved his boxers down, freeing his throbbing cock. “glad to see that smart mouth of yours hasn’t changed, bun,” he said, his grin wicked. he leaned in, his lips brushing your ear as he added, “i’ma have fun puttin’ it to good use later.”

your breath hitched, your heart pounding in anticipation as he pressed closer, the weight of his words and his presence igniting every nerve in your body.

he positions himself at your entrance, and your breath catches in your throat, heart pounding so hard you can feel it echo in your ears. the heat radiating from him, the subtle brush of his skin against yours, sends a shiver rippling through your body. his tip, swollen and leaking, nudges against you, dragging slowly through your wetness, teasing with a precision that makes your toes curl.

he lingers at your entrance, just barely pressing in before retreating, spreading his precum and your slick together in a maddening rhythm. the sensation of his velvety tip gliding over your folds, grazing your clit, sends jolts of pleasure through your core. every deliberate movement feels like a silent taunt, a reminder of how much he’s savoring this moment—savoring you.

“baek, please,” you whimper, your voice trembling, desperate. your fingers clutch the sheets beneath you, nails digging in as if grounding yourself could somehow stave off the overwhelming need building inside you. tears prickle at the corners of your eyes, blurring your vision as the relentless teasing pushes you closer to the edge of begging.

his own restraint is fraying, evident in the way his breath hitches, the way his hands tremble slightly as they grip your hips. he leans down, his forehead resting against yours, his dark eyes smoldering with a mix of lust and longing. “oh— fffuuuccck, i missed you,” he groans, his voice strained, thick with emotion and need.

his words barely register before he begins to push in, his throbbing tip stretching you inch by agonizing inch. the sensation of him filling you—so warm, so familiar yet impossibly intense—forces a soft gasp from your lips. he exhales sharply, his jaw clenched, savoring every second, every sensation, as though this moment is the only thing that matters in the world.

baekhyun’s gaze flickers to your face, catching the faint wince that creases your features, gone as quickly as it came, but not quick enough to escape him. his brows knit together, his concern palpable, etched into the soft lines of his expression. he stays perfectly still, his body taut with restraint, as if afraid to move and hurt you. the stretch stings, yes, but there’s something deeper beneath it—a delicious burn that ignites every nerve, leaving you teetering on the edge of pain and pleasure.

“baby, you good?” his voice is low, soft, a husky murmur that wraps around you like the warmest comfort, his tone threading worry with tenderness, his concern a steady anchor in the haze between you. his dark eyes search yours, flickering with a mix of restraint and hunger, like he’s balancing on the precipice of losing control but refusing to let it happen until you’re ready.

you nod, though your breath catches, a sharp inhale that betrays the lingering ache as you will yourself to adjust. you shift your hips slightly, testing, feeling the stretch give way to something deeper, something raw that tugs at your core and sets your pulse hammering.

he groans, low and guttural, a sound dragged from the depths of his chest as he feels you take him in just a little more. his breath stutters, breaking like a thread pulled too tight, his hands flexing where they rest on your hips. the sharp ache dissolves into heat, into a magnetic pull you can’t resist. his reaction tells you he’s just as wrecked as you are, caught in the unbearable tension of holding back when everything about this moment demands he let go.

baekhyun’s exhale shudders, his head tipping back as his grip on your hips tightens just enough to remind you of his control. “fuck,” he rasps, the word rough and shaky, his voice carrying a mix of awe and restraint. “i missed the way you feel around me.”

his words send a ripple of heat through you, raw and unfiltered, a confession of just how much you’re undoing him. his fingers dig into your skin, grounding him, though his gaze never strays from yours. the tension coils tighter with every passing second, his dark eyes blazing with something possessive, something unrelenting, as though he’s holding back the storm brewing just beneath the surface.

your need burns hotter, desperation clawing its way to the forefront. “baekhyun—,” you beg, the words tumbling out before you can catch them. “please... just hurry up and fuck me.”

the plea comes out shaky, your voice trembling with want, and for a moment, you feel utterly exposed. but the effect on him is instant. his lips curl into a slow, wicked smile, his expression one of pure, devastating control as if that's all he needed to hear. “as you wish, sweetheart,” he grunts, his voice thick with promise and unrestrained desire.

his hands tighten their hold on your hips, strong and commanding, as he shifts his position. with a flex of his arms, he lifts you with effortless strength, your body rising until you can feel the head of his cock stretching you once more. the tension builds, unbearable and heady, before he slams you down onto him in one fluid motion.

the force of it steals the breath from your lungs, the intensity of him filling you completely, stretching you to your limit. the sound that escapes you is ragged, a cry of pleasure that seems to echo in the air between you. baekhyun’s growl rumbles low in his chest, primal and rough, as his hips meet yours, bottoming out with a precision that leaves you trembling.

his movements are deliberate yet feral, each thrust pushing you closer to the edge, his hands never leaving your body as if anchoring you to him. his need is palpable, pouring out in every motion, every flex of his muscles as he claims you with an intensity that sets every nerve ending alight.

“ya feel so fuckin’ perfect,” he groans against your skin, the words muffled but soaked in reverence as his lips press to your shoulder, your neck, anywhere he can reach. every motion, every sound, every touch pulls you deeper into him, blurring the lines between where you end and he begins.

he missed you. god, every inch of him missed you. it’s like his cock remembers every curve, every slick ridge of your walls, molding to him perfectly. and of course, he lets you know, his voice breaking into a string of desperate confessions. “f-fuck… m’sorry. ya squeezin’ me so tight. i think ‘m gonna cum soon hah– and ‘m gonna fuck it right back into this perfect—ngh—cunt.”

“hah—baek,” you whine, your voice trembling as you fully surrender to him. your body rocks helplessly in rhythm with his relentless thrusts, his cock plunging so deep it leaves you gasping. “s-so deep—hngh… can feel you here—” your hand snakes down, guiding his to press against your stomach, right where the swollen head of his cock is relentlessly hitting that devastatingly sweet spot.

his breath hitches, a low, disbelieving laugh huffing out as his fingers press into your skin. “fuck,” he groans, his eyes dark with lust, fixed on you, utterly wrecked beneath him. his hand is on top of the other as they press down over the slight bulge where he’s buried so deeply inside you. “feel that, baby? that’s me… stretching this pretty pussy out so good.”

his words send a fresh wave of heat coursing through you, and it’s too much—all of it, the weight of him, the filthy praise falling from his lips, the way his hands grip you like you’re something precious, even as he loses himself in you.

“baek—oh god!” your cry echoes through the room as your body shatters beneath him, the first orgasm of the night ripping through you with a force that leaves you trembling. his lips crash against yours, swallowing your desperate moans as his hand moves lower, fingers finding your clit in quick, precise circles. the overstimulation sends sparks shooting through your veins, the pleasure stretching, elongating, as he coaxes every last wave from you.

“that’s it—hah. cum for me angel,” he murmurs against your lips, his voice softening even as his hips keep their punishing rhythm, chasing his own release. “y'so perfect, baby. nngghh—so fuckin' perfect for me…and finally mine again.”

“been y-yours,” you hiss, dragging out the word as his crazed tip whacks itself against your sensitive spot. again, again, and again—he’s hitting against that same spot as if it were a target and he never misses. his frantic hits against your core causes your toes to curl and your back to arch even further as you’re slowly being brought closer to your orgasmic, teetering edge. “ffuuck! ‘m cumming again, baek, cumming.”

your release crashes over you like a tidal wave, sweeping you into a realm that feels like heaven itself. your body gives out beneath the intensity, collapsing back against the mattress as baekhyun hovers over you, his breath hot and heavy. his tongue trails a slick, wet path down the curve of your neck, his touch a sinful mix of reverence and hunger as you unravel completely beneath him.

baekhyun’s body is pressed flush against yours, his every movement slow yet calculated, like he’s savoring each second, each inch, as if the world might steal you away from him again. the heat of his skin seeps into yours, the sheer intensity in his dark, lidded eyes making it impossible to look away. his breath is ragged, the sound mingling with the soft gasps spilling from your lips, the two of you lost in a rhythm that feels as natural as breathing.

“please,” he rasps, his voice cracking, raw with emotion. his forehead presses to yours, the touch grounding and desperate as he sinks deeper, his hips stuttering like the closeness of you is too much, too overwhelming to contain. “please, don’t fuckin’ leave me again.”

his words linger, heavy and aching, filling the space between you with the weight of every unspoken hurt, every moment lost. his fingers tighten on your hips, digging into your skin as though the feel of you beneath him is the only thing tethering him to reality. his thrusts grow erratic, uneven, each movement betraying the fragility of his control.

“nggghh—i think...” his voice falters, a low groan spilling from his lips as he buries his face into the curve of your neck. his mouth grazes your skin, reverent, desperate, the ghost of his breath hot and trembling against you. “i think i’ll die if you do. god, i can’t—i can’t spend another fuckin’ day without you.”

your heart clenches painfully, his vulnerability cutting straight through you like a blade. his body trembles against yours, every inch of him straining to keep you close, to pour everything he feels into the spaces between you. your fingers find their way into his hair, threading through the damp strands as you tug gently, coaxing him to meet your gaze.

his eyes lift, dark and glassy, brimming with emotion so unguarded it threatens to undo you. devotion, fear, yearning—they’re all there, laid bare and unfiltered.

“baekhyun,” you whisper, your voice a delicate tremor, barely audible over the shared gasps of breath between you. your hands cradle his face, fingertips brushing over the damp strands of his hair as if trying to ground him, to ground yourself, in this fragile, fleeting moment. “’m not going anywhere. i’m here... i’m yours. we’re yours.”

his breath catches, shuddering under the weight of your words, and a sound—fragile, broken—escapes him. he surges forward, pulling you closer, deeper, until it feels like he’s trying to fuse your souls together, to erase every inch of space between you. his thrusts are slower now, deliberate, every roll of his hips steeped in something more than desire—something raw and sacred, like a plea, a promise, an apology all at once.

your body arches into his, a guttural whine ripping from your throat as his cock pulses within your walls, stretching, filling, consuming. your muscles clench around him, your body dragging him deeper into your heat, and his control shatters like glass.

“f-fuckin’ shit,” he growls through gritted teeth, his hips jerking erratically as he spills into you, heat blooming deep inside, marking you in every sense of the word. the intensity steals the breath from your lungs, and as the waves of pleasure crash over you, pulling you under, your release spirals into his, the two of you breaking apart and piecing yourselves back together in the same breath.

his lips find yours, the kiss frantic and messy, a collision of tongues and teeth as if he’s trying to reclaim the time you spent apart. every ragged moan, every whispered curse and gasp fills the room, the air thick with the symphony of your shared need. the world outside fades, leaving only the two of you—entangled, desperate, and utterly consumed by the moment.

it’s not just lust, not just longing—it’s everything. years of heartache, love, and an aching, unrelenting need poured into every kiss, every thrust, every whispered vow that promises you’ll never leave each other again.

your walls clench around him again, coaxing more from him, and he groans deeply, his arms looping around your waist to anchor you to him. his grip is firm, almost desperate, holding your trembling hips in place as his thick, creamy release paints your insides. it’s obscene, the way it trickles down your shaking thighs, a messy, lewd reminder of everything he’s giving you. but baekhyun doesn’t stop—not yet. his hips slow, but only slightly, rolling into you with a lazy, unrelenting rhythm as if determined to fuck every drop back into you.

it’s filthy, yes, but there’s something almost tender in the way his lips brush against yours again, his deep moans muffled as his movements grow languid, sweet in their intensity. he nips at your bottom lip, his voice a teasing rasp when he finally pulls back just enough to speak, his forehead pressed to yours.

"how ’bout we give minji a sibling, huh?" the words spill from him, low and teasing, yet dripping with intent, his hips punctuating the question with a deliberate thrust that has you crying out.

your brain short-circuits, the world spinning as his cock drags against your sensitive walls. your head nods before you can even process his words, a frantic, needy motion as your body betrays just how utterly drunk you are on him. thinking straight? impossible. all you can manage is a breathless, choked moan of agreement, your fingers digging into his back as he continues to work you into oblivion."yeah?" your voice trembles, still riding the waves of your last high. "well, we’ve got all night to try."

the morning sun filtered softly through the trees as you stood at your front door, your body still humming with the afterglow of the night before. baekhyun’s car had just turned the corner, leaving behind the faint scent of his cologne and the weight of his goodbye kiss still lingering on your lips. you smiled to yourself, the memory of his warm hands on your waist and the way he’d looked at you all night filling you with a quiet joy.

but then your thoughts shifted, and a familiar ache settled in your chest. you glanced to your left, to chanyeol’s house, where your daughter, minji, was probably still fast asleep. you wondered when you should go pick her up, already missing the sound of her giggles and the way she always ran to you with open arms.

your gaze lingered on his house, warm affection for your daughter mingling with a twinge of guilt. chanyeol had been nothing but kind—stepping in to watch minji overnight so you and baekhyun could have this time together. but as your eyes traced the windows, movement caught your attention.

the curtain in the living room fluttered, a shadow shifting behind it before it was quickly pulled shut. the abruptness of the action made your heart sink. someone had been watching. you didn’t need to guess who.

your stomach twisted as the realization hit you. chanyeol.

the look on his face from last night flashed through your mind—the way his mouth had tightened, his expression faltering when you’d casually mentioned your plans with baekhyun. you’d tried to soften the blow, telling him you were "taking things slow," but now those words felt hollow, like a broken promise.

slow? the sight of you outside your front door in baekhyun’s shirt, kissing him goodbye, told a different story.

the weight of the moment pressed on you, guilt pooling heavy in your chest. chanyeol didn’t deserve this. he didn’t deserve to see this, to piece together the night you’d spent with baekhyun and feel whatever it was you knew he must be feeling.

for a second, you thought about knocking on his door, about saying something—anything—that might ease the tension now crackling in the air between your homes. but instead, you swallowed hard, forcing yourself to step inside your own door. maybe it was better this way, to let the moment settle, to deal with the aftermath later when your thoughts were clearer.

but as you shut the door behind you, your phone buzzed in your pocket.

chanyeol:

hey, can we talk?

a sigh escapes your lips, the guilt in your chest an ache that refuses to fade. you were already bracing for this conversation, knowing it had to happen, knowing you owed him this clarity. more than that, you still wanted him in your life—him and nari both. they had become such an integral part of your and minji's world, their presence a steady anchor in the chaos. you had to make sure he understood that.

your thumbs hover over the screen, the words forming before you can second-guess them.

yeah, i think we should, yeol.

chanyeol sits on the couch beside you, though the space between you feels like a canyon. it’s a noticeable difference from how he used to sit, closer, as if the world wasn’t big enough to separate the two of you.

he brought minji home a few minutes ago, fast asleep against his shoulder, her cheek pressed to him in the way only a child could manage, soft and unguarded. her little mouth hung open, a whisper of snores escaping as if the world around her didn’t exist. she’d been worn out from a full morning playing with his sister’s kids and nari, her tiny form so peaceful it made your heart ache. you’d both had quietly tucked her into bed together. and now here you were, back in the living room, perched on the edge of an unspoken conversation.

his sister had stopped by his place earlier this morning, her kids in tow for a chaotic playdate with nari and minji. she’d agreed to watch nari while chanyeol brought minji back home and you and him have this talk, though he’d been vague about why he needed the time. what was he supposed to say? “i’m going next door to talk to the girl i’ve been madly crushing on for over a year about seeing her kiss her ex-boyfriend and baby daddy and now i don’t know where i stand.” no. too messy. too raw. too much.

his jaw tightens, a small movement you barely catch out of the corner of your eye. the weight of his presence feels like it’s pressing against your chest, suffocating and grounding all at once. you glance at him, then quickly look away, unsure of how to start this conversation. unsure if you even can.

the silence between you stretches, awkward and heavy. you try to fill it with small talk, your voice soft. “how was minji last night?”

he glances at you, a smile tugging at his lips, though it doesn’t quite reach his eyes. there’s something pained in his expression, something restrained. “she was great. she always is.”

you smile faintly, but it fades as guilt bubbles in your chest. “look, chanyeol,” you start, your voice tentative, “i’m sorry for what you saw this morning. it probably didn’t make me look like ‘mother of the year.’” you pause, exhaling slowly. “i know i said baekhyun and i were going to take things slow, but… one thing led to another, and—”

“stop,” he interrupts, his voice sharp but not unkind. his hand comes up, almost reflexively, as if to shield himself from your words. he winces, and you know it’s because he’s picturing it—baekhyun’s hands on you, his lips on yours. where chanyeol wishes his own could be.

his shoulders slump as he exhales, the tension in his body evident. his face is a mosaic of emotions—hurt, frustration, resignation. “i don’t think i want to hear the details… about what happened with you and baekhyun.”

the air grows heavier, his words filling the space between you. for a moment, neither of you speaks. then, he sighs again, his voice quieter this time, softer. “i just came to say that i get it.”

you blink, caught off guard. “you do?”

he nods, his gaze falling to his hands, which rest loosely in his lap. “yeah,” he says, the word heavy with a weight he’s carried for longer than you probably realize. “i always knew your heart was still with him. filled with him. i thought that maybe, over time, with me… and nari… we—i—would fill it instead.” his voice cracks slightly, and he clears his throat, forcing himself to go on. “but then he came along. and even then, i was still foolish enough to believe i had a chance.”

your heart clenches, the rawness in his voice cutting deeper than any accusation ever could.

he looks up at you, his eyes earnest despite the ache swimming in them. “but i just want you to know… don’t feel guilty. about this. about me. nari and i—we’ll still be here for you and minji. always.”

his words hit you like a wave, and you’re left staring at him, your chest tight and your throat dry. there’s no anger in his voice, no bitterness, just an overwhelming sense of loss and quiet acceptance.

and somehow, that hurts even more.

you open your mouth, but no words come out. what can you possibly say to that? to a man who has just stripped himself bare, laying his feelings and heartbreak at your feet without a hint of resentment? guilt swirls in your stomach, heavy and unrelenting, but beneath it is something softer—gratitude.

“chanyeol,” you finally manage, your voice quiet, shaky. “i… i don’t even know where to start.” you tuck a strand of hair behind your ear, a nervous habit you’ve had for as long as you can remember. “i never meant to hurt you. i swear, i didn’t.”

his smile is small, sad, and fleeting. “i know.”

“you mean so much to me,” you continue, your voice gaining strength. “and not just because you’ve been so good to minji and me, but because you’re… you’re you. you’ve been a constant in our lives when everything else felt so uncertain.”

his gaze flickers to yours, and the weight of his emotions is almost too much to bear.

“but,” you add, hesitating because the truth feels like a betrayal, “i can’t lie to you. when baekhyun came back, it stirred up so much that i thought i’d buried. i thought i’d moved on, but… seeing him again…” you trail off, unsure how to finish without twisting the knife further.

“i get it,” he says softly, sparing you the need to say more.

“i don’t deserve you,” you whisper, shaking your head. “you’ve been nothing but kind and patient, and i hate that i’ve put you in this position. but… thank you. for everything. for understanding, for being here, for—”

“don’t,” he cuts you off gently, his voice firm but kind. “don’t thank me like this is the end of something. nari and minji are still best friends, and i’m not going anywhere. you don’t get rid of me that easily.”

his attempt at humor coaxes a faint smile from you, though the tears welling in your eyes threaten to spill over. “you’re too good, you know that?”

he shrugs, the corner of his mouth twitching upward in something that’s almost a smile. “or maybe i just have bad timing.”

you both fall silent again, the unspoken understanding settling between you like a fragile truce. you want to hug him, to thank him properly, but you know it’s not what he needs right now. instead, you place a hand on his, squeezing it gently.

“i’m sorry,” you say again, your voice barely above a whisper.

he squeezes back, his touch warm despite the distance he’s trying to keep. “me too.”

and with that, the moment shifts, leaving behind a bittersweet ache that doesn’t feel quite like an ending but more like an understanding—a quiet closure to what could have been. as chanyeol stands to leave, his hand moves instinctively, gently cupping your chin. his thumb grazes the soft curve of it, a gesture so intimately familiar it almost feels like a promise.

his eyes meet yours, but this time, there’s no playful glint, no trace of hope lingering there. instead, his gaze is calm, tinged with a bittersweet acceptance that sits heavy in the space between you. his lips pull into a small, wistful smile—warm enough to remind you of the connection you once shared but tempered by the reality that things have changed.

“we’ll be okay,” he says softly, the weight of his words lingering in the air. “nari and i… we’ll always be here for you and minji. that doesn’t change.”

his voice is steady, not heavy with regret but grounded in the knowledge that some paths aren’t meant to intertwine the way he might have once hoped. and as he steps back, the warmth of his touch fades, but not in a way that feels cold or distant.

instead, it feels like understanding.

he hesitates for a moment, the faintest flicker of something unreadable crossing his face, but then he nods slightly, his smile growing just enough to feel reassuring. “see you around, yeah?”

“yeah,” you manage, your voice soft but steady.

with that, he turns and walks out the door—not leaving behind a void, but rather a quiet sense of peace. the kind of peace that comes with knowing some connections will always remain, even if they’ve shifted into something new.

baekhyun had started staying over on weekends. it had been his idea initially, a way to make up for the years he missed with minji—but somewhere along the way, it became about more than that. your relationship with him had been blossoming, as if no time had been lost.

the nights you spent together felt like a rediscovery of who you both were, a bittersweet journey through what was and what could be. after minji would fall asleep, the two of you would sit on the couch, sharing stories from the years apart. his late-night shifts at the hospital during his program, your struggles navigating motherhood alone, the little triumphs and heartbreaks in between.

what surprised you most was how much had stayed the same. you still had the same taste in music, still argued playfully over which movie to watch. even the new interests you’d each picked up fit together seamlessly—baekhyun teasing you about your new baking obsession while you mocked his newfound love for photography.

it was during one of those weekends, after a long day spent at the park with minji, that things shifted. the house was quiet, save for the soft hum of the night outside. minji had gone to bed hours ago, worn out from a day of running around, and now you lay tangled in the sheets with baekhyun, your skin still warm from the closeness you’d just shared.

his arm draped lazily over your waist, fingers tracing absentminded patterns on your skin. “i’ve been thinking,” he murmured, his voice soft but serious.

you turned to face him, your cheek brushing against his bare chest. “about what?”

“about telling her,” he said, his hand stilling on your side. “minji. that i’m her dad.”

you blinked up at him, the words settling heavily in the air between you. it wasn’t the first time the thought had crossed your mind, but hearing him say it made it feel... real.

“you think she’s ready?” you asked, your voice barely above a whisper.

he nodded slowly, his dark eyes meeting yours. “she’s smart, you know? she already knows there’s something different about the way i am with her. and with you.” his lips quirked into a small smile. “plus, i want her to know. i want her to know how much i love her. how much i love... this.”

your breath hitched, his words wrapping around your heart like a warm embrace. “you really think now’s the time?”

baekhyun shifted, propping himself up on one elbow so he could look down at you. “i do. but only if you’re ready, too.”

you bit your lip, the weight of the decision pressing down on you. but as you thought about how minji had been bonding with baekhyun—her laughter during their tickle fights, the way she lit up every time he walked into the room—you realized he was right. she deserved to know.

“okay,” you whispered, your fingers reaching up to brush a stray lock of hair from his face. “let’s tell her.”

he leaned down, pressing a kiss to your forehead, his voice a gentle promise. “thank you. for letting me be here. for giving me this chance.”

the following day, during lunch, you sat minji down. the late afternoon sun poured into the kitchen, casting soft golden streaks across the table where you, baekhyun, and minji sat. the aroma of grilled cheese sandwiches and tomato soup lingered in the air, a comfort meal chosen carefully for this important day.

minji swung her little legs under the chair, humming a tune in between bites, blissfully unaware of the weight of the moment looming.

you glanced at baekhyun, his fingers tapping lightly against the edge of his bowl—a nervous tell he couldn’t quite hide. catching your eye, he gave you a small nod. it was time.

“minji,” you began gently, setting your spoon down and leaning forward. her big eyes flicked up to you, still chewing, her cheeks puffed out like a little chipmunk.

“mommy and i want to talk to you about something important,” baekhyun added, his voice warm but tinged with a nervous edge.

minji blinked, tilting her head curiously. “what is it?”

you took a deep breath, reaching for her tiny hand across the table. “you know how you’ve been spending a lot of time with baekhyun lately? going to the park, playing games, having fun?”

she nodded enthusiastically, a grin spreading across her face. “yeah! he’s so fun! and he’s really good at hide-and-seek!”

baekhyun chuckled softly, his fingers brushing through his hair. “well, there’s a reason we’ve been spending so much time together, minji,” he said, his voice tender. “it’s because i’m your dad.”

the room went quiet for a moment as her little brain worked to process the words. her eyes flicked between you and baekhyun, her brow furrowing slightly. “my... dad?”

you squeezed her hand gently. “yes, sweetheart. baekhyun is your dad. he loves you very much and wants to be in your life, just like mommy is.”

minji’s lips pressed together in a thoughtful pout. then, she looked at baekhyun, her small voice filled with curiosity. “are you gonna stay forever?”

his breath hitched, and you could see the emotion pooling in his eyes. he leaned forward, resting his elbows on the table to meet her at eye level. “yes, minji. i promise i’m not going anywhere. i want to be here for you, always.”

she studied him for a moment, then turned to you. “is that okay, mommy?”

your throat tightened at the question, the innocence of her trust nearly breaking you. you nodded quickly, brushing a hand through her soft hair. “of course, bun. it’s more than okay.”

a beat passed, and then her face lit up with a smile that could rival the sun. “so... does this mean i can call you daddy?”

baekhyun laughed, his voice shaky but filled with relief. “only if you want to, bunny.”

without hesitation, she slid off her chair and ran to him, wrapping her tiny arms around his waist. “hi, daddy.”

baekhyun’s arms enveloped her instantly, holding her like she was the most precious thing in the world. his eyes met yours over her head, glistening with unshed tears and a gratitude too deep for words.

in that moment, you knew everything would be okay. your little family had found its way back together.

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𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐢𝐧 𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮

military!baekhyun x f!reader

synopsis: as baekhyun's girlfriend, you missed him the most when he enlisted, and wanted to give him all the support you knew he needed in one of your visits, even if that meant sneaking around to make up for time apart.

content: a 4,7k words, fluff n smut baby i've kept in my drafts unfinished, but did my best to finish.

author's notes: woo!!! it's here finally!!!!!!!! if you've been waiting for this, i'm sorry for taking so long. like i said in another post, i starded struggling with the direction i wanted to go with this and couldn't quite flesh out the universe as much as i wished for. i do hope this is as enjoyable as my two other fics which received an insane amount of love i never expected to receive, i'm forever grateful.

i do not know when my next work will be posted or if i'll post one at all, but i still want to thank everyone that supported me until now. i love you forever!

warnings: tooth rotting fluff, established relationship, nonidol!au, pet names, slight size difference, semipublic sex (barely), dirty talking, fingering, oral sex f!receiving baekhyun is pussy drunk again, p in v, brief belly inflation, unprotected sex, creampie, biting, marking, slight possessiveness.

it has finally come. a dreaded time that both you and your boyfriend, baekhyun, were anxious to face.

his enlistment.

in an ideal world, you wouldn't have to distance yourself from your loved one for such a long amount of time... but as stated by law, he'd have to dedicate his next two years to the stern military of his home country. away from you.

baekhyun moped endlessly, and if he was already a clingy boyfriend, he'd get extreme by the time the unavoidable fate approached, which you'd find a bit too much if you didn't feel sad as well. he assured you that you just wouldn't see him for the first two months, when he'd receive the obligatory military training, and after that, he'd be assigned to public service, and you would at least be able to see him more often through visiting and on his off days.

for someone like baekhyun, the first days were the hardest. having to reshape his routine and manners to one that was arduous and demanding made him miss the comfort you brought him terribly, as he also felt really conscious about his buzz cut. he didn't send any pictures, to which you got slightly annoyed, but let him slide as the feeling of missing him accompanied you daily. he even had limited phone usage to a few hours, so he wasn't even be able to read your goodnight and good morning texts on time.

needless to say, baekhyun hated it. all of it. but got somewhat accustomed to the repetitive routine, adapting to what was needed from him while making some colleagues over the shared barrack.

it was only after two whole months that baekhyun was, finally, assigned to his public services, meaning he would be able to start having visiting times from relatives and friends. though he couldn't say he wasn't happily surprised when he was told that you were there since even before his break.

he strided over to the main building to find you with your summer dress, sat by the entrance with a plastic container on your hands. you seemed distracted by your own thoughts, taking a second to feel the loving presence of his gaze on you after long two months. when you noticed him, it finally took him out of his stun, with the both of you rushing towards each other with wide smiles, happy that the hardest part was over, and that you'd be able to be in each other's presence, even if for limited time.

"love..." baekhyun said as he engulfed you in strong arms. "god. I'm so glad you're here."

completing his military training was no simple feat, exerting baekhyun's muscles to the max. therefore, he gained weight in lean mass, and grew more than ever since you last saw him. it was a surprising feeling, to say the least, making you speechless.

"I missed you." he said before leaning back to see your surprised face and the warm container that you held between your bodies.

"I missed you too..." was all you could muster to speak, still somewhat baffled at the striking differences that complemented baekhyun. "I-I brought you food..." you said shyly, to which made him light up even more.

"oh my god, really? what did you bring?" he asked excitedly, already opening the container from your hands and smelling its contents with a satisfied look. it would always make you blush when he appreciated your attempts at cooking.

"i-it's just some usual meat with vegetables, I felt you could use more energy since they're making you work so hard..." you stuttered slightly, eyeing him in uniform, his already broad shoulders looked even wider, his biceps somewhat straining the fabric of the camouflaged jacket.

baekhyun smiled sweetly once again and closed the container, his face contrasting with the strong energy he exuded. "you're so thoughtful, my love. I missed your cooking the most, since the rations here are kind of bland..." he grimaced, "not to mention awful..." he whispered, but noticed your analyzing eyes.

you wanted to act normally and just indulge in his presence like usual, but you couldn't come up with any words as you took him in. he almost looked taller, if that could even be possible. your eyes found his cap, wondering how would his hair look in a buzz cut.

"what is it, love? you look so... surprised..." he said nervously, as if self-conscious with himself. he knew you were curious to see how he looked when he told you he was growing muscles by his phone, but your face still seemed taken aback.

"it's just... wow... you look so different..." you murmured, eyebrows raised. and even if you didn't mean to make him think he looked that different, he did. his skin, although still flawless, looked a bit tanned. "you're so much bigger and... sturdy... and..." you trailed off, eyes blinking as you raked his uniformed body.

"is it bad...?" baekhyun murmured as your hand found his shoulders.

instantly, your eyes went up to his, frowning in confusion when you met his worried, droopy gaze. his unconscious pout tugged your heartstrings.

"what do you mean bad...? you could never look bad, even if you tried." you said, wondering what were his thoughts as he breathed deeply.

you knew that it's been a while, but you didn't ever think you'd find him anything less than strikingly handsome.

"it's just that... I feel like a different person, and I wasn't really sure if you'd like me like..." he trailed off, signaling downwards to his body, "this." he looked downwards, but found your eyes as you pulled his chin back to face you, making your heart skip at the cuteness of his wish to appease you even in times where the only thing you cared about was seeing him healthy.

"oh, baekhyun," you hummed fondly, caressing his cheek, pulling his head closer to touch your foreheads, closing your eyes as you spoke, "I don't think there could ever be a world where I didn't think you look good, and even if so, I wouldn't care." you opened your eyes, meeting his with a smile, "besides, you'll always be my puppy boyfriend, no matter how you look."

that made him smile genuinely, closing his eyes as he chuckled while basking silently in the gracing presence of you, who made him so much more sure of himself.

but that wasn't enough for you.

you wanted him to know just how much you liked him like this. you cleared your throat mustering courage you didn't normally have, trying to keep your eyes locked with his. "and..." you started, swallowing dry. "do you realize just... how sexy you look like this...?"

that seemed to turn a switch on his head, his eyes opening wide to find your shy ones. his mouth opened and closed a few times, his eyebrows jumping, as multiple emotions passed through his head, making you nervous if your words were appropriate.

it took him a few seconds for him to register your words, but the closeness of you and the way you wanted to go out of your way to make him feel better made his eyes narrow with a newfound glint.

"is that so, love...?" he lowered his tone, looking at how you sheepishly eyed his bigger biceps, making him flex them unconsciously, as his hands started descending on your body innocently. this made him lower his gaze as well to your summer dress, thinking about how it conveniently fell above your knees.

baekhyun pulled your waist closer to indulge in your presence more properly, sniffing your neck in a way that sent you goosebumps all over. your eyes widened in search of anyone that could possibly be near.

"w-wait, baekhyun, what are you doing...?" you stuttered as he breathed in your neck, keeping you still with his large hands on your waist, your own holding out his torso. luckily, the weren't any people around except for a cadet on the front desk, who wasn't even paying close attention to your interaction.

"I just missed you so much, my angel... you smell so good..." he whispered on your ear, sending even more shivers through your whole body, awakening a familiar feeling that started stirring on your lower stomach, mostly due to how long you went without having him close that way.

"y-you should eat your food before it gets cold... how long is your break...? thirty minutes?" you murmured back, gulping at the way he looked at you.

the last time you saw that look in front of you was two months ago, when he had the brilliant idea of making mementos for when you separated. the making of such actually lasted three whole days, and when you looked at the folder again after he enlisted, you noticed he left even more 'gifts' as a surprise.

you used that folder a lot since then.

"as much as I love your cooking with all my heart... there's something else I'm craving to eat, love." baekhyun said close to your lips, which were somehow even more tantalizing than he remembered. the way you bit them when nervous was enough to make him grovel in want.

you blinked so many times, feeling your heart do somersaults in your ribcage. the words he said were so cheeky, you wanted to laugh at his face and roll your eyes, but you were just so... weak.

"are you crazy?! we're kind of in the open of your base!" you whisper-shouted, looking at the cadet who worked on the front desk, staring at his computer with a stressful look.

"do you trust me?" was what baekhyun said amdist your protests, making you nod despite feeling unsure of what he had on his mind.

he asked another question closer to your face, not caring if the other saw it. "do you miss me?" and you were sure he meant more than just missing his presence.

but yes.

yes, you did.

your conviction surpassed your hesitation by a mile. you missed your boyfriend so much that only you and him knew how much it took a toll on you emotionally, and god knows he feels guilty, despite having no control over your situation. despite you making the most effort to cherish every little thing he could give you.

he looked at the reception cadet with a determined look, approaching his desk confidently. "hey, daegu guy! captain said it's your turn to unclog the toilet. he's kind of in a bad mood today, so I think you should go right now if you don't want to do 300 push-ups."

"what the fuck? again? I already did that twice this week, holy shit." the cadet mumbled before standing up to hurry outward towards the camps with annoyance.

before you could ask what baekhyun was thinking, he pulled you swiftly past the visiting area, looking around for a specific section. your mouth parted in a gasp and your heartbeat sped up, but he soon found the small storage room that was by the end of a deserted hallway, pulling you inside.

"baekhyun, what are we—" you tried to speak, but he interrupted your question and crashed his lips against yours, which were successful at shutting you up.

he pushed you against the door, locking it blindly behind you while his body pinned you in place. "I found this place a few weeks ago. been using it to take a breather ever since. no one comes here."

he pecked you repeatedly, licking your lips desperately as he murmured hoarsely. "missed you... so fucking bad." it made you part your lips to breathe, something he was already expecting as he pushed his tongue inside while his hands already rushed under your dress skirt to squeeze your stockinged thighs. you heard him effectively growl when he felt your garterbelts, making you blush and your eyes flutter, it didn't help how his blunt nails tried scratched your hip.

"you're such a fucking vixen for me, aren't you, my angel?" his voice murmured on your ear as he started kissing your neck, alternating his wet kisses with nibbles that made your breath hitch. you have dealt with desperate baekhyun before a few times, but this was a whole different level.

it's not like you wanted something to happen at this visit, since you didn't even think you'd get alone time with him. maybe your subconscious just craved the feeling of dressing for him.

"I just wanted to... d-dress prettily to meet y-you...!" you strained to get your words out without whimpering, scared of being found out.

"that's okay, love. you're gonna look the prettiest coming all over my face. do you want that?" baekhyun hummed in your ear, making you widen your eyes in a short circuit of your thoughts.

he was being serious. you knew that tone quite well.

"h-here?!" you gasped with a blush, making him lean back to caress your face in a more contained expression. he sighed, cupping both your cheeks.

"if you don't want it, we can just hold each other. that's fine by me, you know that." his voice said lovingly, contrasting with the fire you still feel from feeling his rock hard chest on yours.

you know you would be lying if the thought of being made his with the risk of getting caught didn't excite you, it wouldn't even be the first time. you felt your lower body even more bothered, making you bite your lip as you thought about the consequences, finding his eyes after a few seconds.

his eyes watched you with his own amount of care, undoubtedly making your heart flutter with the way you could drown in them. you touched his cheeks with newfound comfort, taking his cap off to caress his buzz cut, catching him off guard. the short strands felt foreign on your fingertips. your nails easily grazing his scalp without his usual fluffy curls, making him hum lowly and close his eyes.

you knew you had him, which only made your want more prominent, knowing you could trust him with your life.

"I miss... feeling you, baekhyun." you murmur, watching the way his eyes easily darken from your gentle words, but not quite satisfied. "so yes... i... want this with you." you finished, seeing his soft grin on his face, knowing your next actions would be anything but.

"then stay quiet for me, love. can you do that for me?" he murmured, pushing his face onto your neck, venturing with nibbles under your ear that made your hairs stand. his hand slipped further under your summer dress, finally reaching your plush behind and squeezing your flesh tightly under your garments. his breathing grew ragged as his lips bit your pale skin with gentle love bites.

"god I missed your smell all over me. so damn sweet." you heard him say as he pulled your skirt over your hips, exposing your lower half as he kneeled in front of you, his eyes fixed on your face before finding your lace. one of many he's gifted you.

"so fucking pretty..." baekhyun groaned on your thighs as his hand pressed against your panties. "and incredibly wet, aren't you? does my girl miss me that bad, that just a few words can get her like this, hm?" he said, pressing against your clit without even looking.

he knew your body by heart, knowing how much you'd have to control yourself not to make any loud noise. you bit your lower lip, nodding your head pathetically as you looked down at him pressing his nose against the soaked fabric, sniffing it like a madman.

you gasped his name quietly, feeling him pull your garments aside to shove his tongue inside with a deep groan.

"god, you're so delectable. I was losing my mind with not being able to eat you out every couple of days..." baekhyun hummed between your folds, sending vibrations that obligated you to bite your hand, your eyes glassy as your mind registered the noises made by his mouth on you.

he lapped skillfully, eventually moving under your dress and breaking your line of sight, but the way he worked you made you sure you'd be unable to focus your thoughts on anything. you felt your panties moving further down, with him coaxing you to carefully lift your trembling legs over his shoulders, sustaining your weight with ease along the door behind you as he tossed the lace back.

"gonna make you come at least once before I enter you, love." he breathed raggedly, making you flinch at the insertion of his index that found your spot within seconds, curling repeatedly in a stinging, yet delicious stretch.

he shushed you softly, kissing your dripping inner thigh before he inserted another, making you swat the door behind you in a desperate attempt to ground yourself when his thumb found your clit.

"got so tight over just a few weeks... your fingers don't suffice, right baby? are you using the gifts I left you with?" baekhyun murmured devilishly, and you swore you'd cuss him if you could.

he eventually slapped your core before nibbling and suckling on your bundle, not ceasing his fingers that pushed in and out of your throbbing center with ease.

baekhyun drove you to tears every time he ate you out, and being without him was harder than you ever realized.

he was an artist with the way he touched you, loved you, devoured you. it was like he could reach the deepest parts of you only with his fingers, your own paling in comparison.

"so pretty. so, so damn pretty. fucking dreamed of you in those barracks." he cursed, raising your mind too high for comfort, and you were glad you could stop your voice as your tight coil snapped, flowing over his face and fingers.

you thighs trembled, your hands shook against the door behind you while you let out a silent scream over the hard bite he left on your inner thigh. his way of leaving a mark.

you panted silent, barely registering as baekhyun held you up, standing up between your legs as he took your lips, awakening you from your afterglow in a ravishing kiss.

your worries were now last priority as you cupped his head, meeting his lips and tongue with a bit of teeth, tugging his lower lip to earn a low groan of your name.

"I love you." he said softly, but the way he undid his camo pants was anything but contained, making you look down as your hand found his throbbing need with rapidness.

"I love you too." you hummed, stroking him as your foreheads met, seeing him struggle not to moan at the feeling of your soft, warm palm.

you were about to raise one leg around his waist, but he was quicker, raising your whole body against the door, prodding the tip of his cock over your entrance, surpising you.

"ready?" he murmured, hearing your instant response and entering your soaked walls with a moan that you were quick to stop with a kiss, tangling your tongues while he bottomed out within you in a brief strain, making you frown slightly.

"fuck... oh fuck, you're squeezing me–!" baekhyun hissed, his eyes closed as you gripped his uniform. "you okay? am i hurting you...?" he hummed, his eyes finding yours in soft concern amidst holding his grip against your tight one.

"n-no... i'm fine, just... been a bit." you breathed, your other hand finding his cheek as you shook your head. "just start slow, please..." you said, making him nod repeatedly as his hips started a gentle, torturous pace, that almost made you throw your head back against the storage room's door.

the way he felt inside was overwhelming for both, stretching you gently after two months apart. you could feel one hand finding your lower stomach to feel himself like always, his girth too much to be concealed within you.

pulsating and merciless, while at the same time, fulfilling and reassuring, like it's meant to stay there.

you kiss him, getting drunk at the feeling of just letting yourself feel him, smell him, touch him after so long. you can barely think of caring about the risk of potentially getting caught and ruining this day that was meant to be special when he starts moving his hips desperately on you. you feel his trimmed body hair tickling your hardened clit in a way that makes you pant and the corners of your eyes sting. it's too much. he's too much.

and you love it.

it's the way his strange, yet familiar grip could bruise you with way more ease, and it probably will. the way you let your tongues meet sloppily as you both pant. the way his brown eyes stare at you, nearly black with how much he's probably dreamed of having you again.

you gasp as he pulls out to turn you around and put you on your feet, pulling your hips back while pushing your dress up and entering you from behind, making you fall forward in a way that makes a considerable noise on the old door.

you bite your lip hard not to make any noise, feeling baekhyun's chest on your back, his hands wrapping around you to keep you up as he picks up his pace in deep, precise thrusts.

"god, angel... you walls are... fuckin—" he grunted, "throbbin' around me... so fucking good." he panted onto your neck, kissing your skin that gradually dampened from your exertion.

you could barely keep your eyes open trying to look behind your shoulder, but felt him pushing your shoulder blades forward making your ass stick up unto his cock, which entered you in a hard slapping sound.

"f-faster... baekhyun..." you hummed, your forehead onto the door as your arms struggled to keep from banging on it from his roughness.

"yeah...? you want it faster, doll? want my cock pumping onto you the way you love...? take it." baekhyun hissed, pushing your hips back to meet another deep thrust that initiated a new, relentless pace.

your mind blanked at this point, your wrist completely over your mouth as you tried to endure your utter need to scream in pleasure. you even felt him lift you again, not giving you any choice but to let gravity pull your dripping puss onto his cock, as both his arms locked your legs up in a standing position.

you were out of it. you didn't know he had such strength, but it made you crave more of that side of him.

his grunts kept you anchored as he praised you infinitely amidst the wet claps of him into you, claiming you his once again.

"I'm... fuck! I'm coming—!" baekhyun stuttered, bringing you over the edge for the second as he bit your shoulder roughly, effectively bruising your skin while you saw black spots, panting while he slowed his pace.

you could feel his warmth spilling back into his length, but you barely registered what happened and the way he grabbed a random toilet paper roll from one of the storage's shelves to clean both of you.

breathing deeply, baekhyun turned to you again, raising your chin, and consequently your glassy eyes, to face him. "you're perfect."

automatically, a weak grin appeared on your face as you mouthed your affection to him, letting him straighten your summer dress that, luckily, had sleeves and could cover the lovebite on your shoulder.

you smiled solemly, knowing it was probably the end of your physical, if not in general, interactions for the day. your hands caressed both of his cheeks in thought.

you'd do anything for him.

you'd wait as long as you needed to have him in your arms again.

your thoughts only dispersed at the sound of baekhyun's weak chuckle. "what's on your mind, hm?"

maybe the fact that you tried your hardest not to tear up in front of him, especially after sex. it was kind of a big deal to you, and he knew that, so accordingly, he hugged you closer, pushing your head onto his chest.

"I just miss you like crazy," you hum. silently tearing up as he caressed your back.

he didn't even have his usual cologne scent, just his natural musk, and somehow that affected you even more.

maybe this little encounter worsened the ache you felt from missing him.

"I miss you too, my angel," baekhyun kissed the top of your head, and you had an idea that he was probably feeling the same.

he always tried to be the strongest one on your relationship, as if to 'shield you'. you usually felt like you didn't need it, but today, you didn't mind the warmth in his arms.

there was only this.

"you ready? I'm probably needed out there again," he smiled sadly, squeezing your hand gently.

you didn't want to linger too much because you knew that he needed you to be strong for him, too. so you nodded, quietly following him into the hallway as your tears traveled. accepting ones, this time.

it was easier to help explain to the cadet why baekhyun vanished with his girlfriend when the younger guy saw you crying.

"I just... really needed a quiet spot. I'm so sorry I dragged baekhyun into it. please don't tell the general." you whispered, making baekhyun open his mouth to speak, but the young cadet had already softened his gaze in understanding, silencing your boyfriend.

"I know just how it feels like, don't worry. my girlfriend was very shaken too." he nodded, facing baekhyun with a salute, which made him smile weirdly in a chuckle. at least he wasn't in trouble.

he took you towards the entrance gate, still patting your lower back as you faced each other again.

"we'll have other times like this. more than you know, okay? I'll make sure." baekhyun spoke, cupping your cheeks before pecking your forehead.

"I know." your voice breathless as you sniffled, grinning with your eyes closed.

suddenly, an older, stern looking guy that was probably his general, appeared. he had a pronounced jaw, his uniform with different details.

"sargeant byun, there you are. your break is over by five minutes, come at once and I'll spare you a punishment. now." his voice deep with authority reflected his stance and sharp gaze.

"yes, sir." baekhyun straightened up before you could say anything else.

the general nodded to you in a silent request for you to leave as he turned to walk back into the base.

baekhyun smiled sadly one last time, mouthing 'I love you'.

in a cold night, baekhyun reorganized everything. the clock marked 4 am, yet he felt anything but tired. as he had a clear view of his bed on the barrack, the only thing left to pack was the picture frame he had of you two on your first day as an official couple, on the amusement park, where you cried because of his corny speech on the ferris wheel cabin.

he didn't even practice it, so he stuttered at least five times while looking at your welled up eyes, and even then, he was perfect in your eyes.

he got to your apartment in silence, it must have been 6 am when he signed all the papers of his discharge. you looked so cute, sleeping on the couch waiting for him. baekhyun made you promise to rest and not try and wake up to pick him up, yet he knew you had probably tried to wait up.

his hand gently caressed your cheek, prompting you to hum softly while asleep, then slowly picked you up making as little sound as possible, but since you were a heavy sleeper, it didn't even stir you. it just made your arms cling to him and your lips mutter his name, which made him grin in a tired fondness, like his body finally recognized it returned to the place of his peace.

baekhyun lovingly placed you on onto your bed, removing his boots, jacket and cap, pushing his now grown hair back before crawling next to you, finally stirring you, who woke up in wide, puffy eyes.

"baekhyun...?" you murmured with your sleepy, husky voice that he loved.

he smiled, pushing a strand off of your face before pecking your lips.

"I'm home."

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housekeeper in hannam | 100hyunswife

byun baekhun x f. reader

genre: smut; slow burn; age gap relationship - unspecified age difference (reader older than baekhyun); a little angst but there's a happy ending

written in 3rd person to be able to get glimpses into baek's thoughts (but it's a reader insert, so the mc is still referred to as "you")

wc: 23k ...woah

warnings: soft dom!baekhyun; sexual tension is strong; male masturbation; hickeys; piv sex; light bondage (blindfolding); baekhyun, um, he likes your stockings/hosiery; lowkey worships your body; a punch is thrown to a minor character in a small fight scene; mention of injury from glass - baek is sweet and tends to you though;

synopsis: baekhyun takes an interest in his housekeeper and reminds her that age is just a number. can you relinquish your professionalism for pleasure?

a/n: thanks for the kind comments on the snippet guys 🤗 i got soo busy with moving to my new apartment but here's the final product! it was inspired by this request. as i stated before, this was so much fun to write and clearly, i had a hard time ending it! lmk your thoughts. - veronica <333

spoilers | snippet | story

tag: @ghost-strawb-eri

Byun Baekhyun is at the top of his game. After becoming a quadruple million-seller and selling out multiple concerts across the globe on his world tour, it’s no secret just how successful he is. And of course, with success comes the opportunity for expansion and the enjoyment of his riches. His already luxurious penthouse was to be renovated to become exactly the way he wants it—down to the artwork on the wall, hardware on the cabinets, and handles on the doors. It was all with the goal of creating a space that was exactly what he’d like to grow old in. Surely, he had the riches to buy himself the perfect home.

Baekhyun found it hard to shake the emptiness that came upon him when he went home to his brand-new residence's cold, undecorated, hardly-lived-in interior. Baekhyun bought this big house with lots of ideas and dreams behind the purchase, but once he moved in, he realized just how big it was and even more, how small he felt. He thought that, to attempt to enjoy it and not feel so miserable, he should make it a home. He could at least make it look cozier. Baekhyun liked modernity in his design language, but some things could still be tweaked about the furnishing and finishes to give it a personal touch and not be so cookie cutter.

With extensive renovations, it takes time. While he waited for his perfectly crafted palace of a home to be erected, he found himself making a temporary one at the best hotel in his neighborhood of Hannam. He looked forward to the completion of his house, but who says he couldn’t enjoy himself in the meantime? He booked a long-term stay in the building’s penthouse suite on the top floor.

In the morning, he had moved all of his necessities into the space and felt out the new setting. Undeniably, he felt a bit bored by the end of organizing his video games and consoles he brought for entertainment by the TV. He wasn’t proud of it, but when Baekhyun was bored, Baekhyun ate. So, after he took a shower, shook a towel through his wet hair, and threw on the plush robe provided by the hotel, he honored his artificial appetite by ordering room service. He reviewed the menu in leisure, resting his feet atop the ottoman in front of the velvet couch he was seated on. For his early lunch, he decided on a roll of Bulgogi Gimbap and fresh fruit on the side. Something light to add to the granola bar he had for breakfast is good enough to pass the time and hold him over until dinner. Over the corded phone resting on the side table, he put in his request to the kitchen.

+++

You rushed through the lobby’s revolving doors, making a dash for the section of the building past the front desk to begin your shift… to a late start. Not only did you forget to set your alarm last night, you also missed the employee carpool van that picks up staff in the area. This forced you to catch the slow bus with an even slower driver that goes no more than 25 miles per hour. This inevitably made you late for your duties as a long-time housekeeper at Seoul’s number one hotel. This also meant that you’d probably get an earful from your boss once she saw the timestamp of your arrival.

“Damn that punch-in system crap. The higher-ups never have to clock in,” you think to yourself as you release your finger from the biometric sensor after it read your print and submitted your attendance into the system.

With no more time to waste, you made your way downstairs to the basement level of the building where all of the facility’s labor force resides to make sure the wheels of the hotel continue to churn. You all are the beating heart of this giant building; though it can be hard fulfilling orders day in and day out, you took pride in the work that you do. You reached the housekeeping sector and headed to your locker to hurriedly change into your uniform. The hotel took pride in having upscale cutting-edge decor while sticking to old values and traditions when it came to service. These traditions of old-fashioned service lived on even in your daily wear. The black housekeeping uniforms were dated, exhibiting A-line skirts, pocketed half aprons, and the hidden retro undergarments of thigh high stockings and a garter belt.

As you slipped out of your street clothes and put on your professional armor for the day, you overheard your other coworkers chatting softly, and… giggling. They never giggle. Not that your jobs were miserable to you all, but giggling on a Tuesday morning when there were still so many tasks to complete—beds to be made, coffee to be served, laundry to be washed—made it an unlikely environment. You turned a listening ear, curiosity getting the best of you.

As you listened, you heard them whispering about a handsome man in the penthouse unit, Mr. Byun it sounds like. They continued to whisper about how attractive he was when they saw him move in a few of his things for a supposed long-term stay. You began to wonder just what this man looked like for the staff to be acting like this—he must be unlike the regulars that come in. Your mind didn’t get to produce many more thoughts on the subject since, out of nowhere, your boss appeared in front of you behind your locker door after you just shut it closed.

“Y/n, you’re almost two hours late.” She stated with a raised eyebrow that is filled in a bit too thickly with a brow pencil that is two shades too dark.

You bowed your head, “I’m sorry Ms. Park, I really didn’t mean to be late. I forgot to set my alarm last night because of how tired I was. I got home very late past my shift last night due to the extra trash and spills I had to clean up from the messy guests on my floor,” you trailed off, knowing it’s hardly enough of an excuse. Though Ms. Park was stern, you knew she was human and understanding at the end of the day. Plus, you’d been a housekeeper there at the hotel for over a decade; you first started in your mid-20s, wanting to make a simple living for yourself and move out of your parent’s house. At this point, you knew this place from the inside out and Ms. Park knew just how valuable you were.

Her raised eyebrow remained planted on her face. “Don’t make it a habit.”

You looked up at her and gave a sorry smile and a nod. You could only hope that it wouldn’t happen again, but you couldn’t make any promises. Her attention quickly shifted to something else, making a beeline towards a marked-up map of the building’s regions with various employee names scattered throughout.

It’s the first of the month. Your eyebrows are creased as you brought a hand to your forehead in exhaustion before the day had even truly begun. Not only was your rent payment due today, but you would also be getting a new assignment for work regions. Each month, the housekeepers are delegated new regions to focus on and be responsible for. It rotates every first of the month.

Ms. Park handed you the sheet for you to review. “Check where you are and get started.” Without another word, she exited the locker area and went to her office.

You let out a deep sigh and cast your eyes to the paper map to see which region of the hotel is your responsibility this month.

You saw your name written next to:

TOP FLOOR: PENTHOUSE.

You weren’t upset about this month’s assignment, actually. The top floor of the hotel housed the buildings two penthouse units. Only one was operational at the moment; the other is closed for plumbing reasons and won’t be reopening for another two months. This meant your load would be relatively light for the coming weeks—a very welcome change of pace considering the chaos that was your past month catering to the second-floor guests. Those were the cheaper rooms with rowdier guests that were not the best at cleaning up after themselves. You sighed once more, but this time in relief. A soft smile even made a quick appearance.

Your closest friend Gloria stepped away from the circle of giggling staff members and peered over your shoulder to see your lucky pull for the month.

“Penthouse section, huh?” She asked with an audible smirk.

You turned around to see that smirk and attempted to wipe it away by rolling your eyes with a nonchalant attitude.

“It’s whatever,” you said as you made your way to the carts to begin stocking it with bed sheets and mints. “It’ll be nice to have a bit of a break from having the messiest rooms in the entire hotel for 30 days straight.”

Gloria followed you and started stocking a cart of her own. With a teasing tone she continued, “I think you’ll be enjoying this section for more than just the lighter workload.”

“Oh please, am I missing something?”

“I hope you’ll get a peak of who’s staying there like I did a bit earlier down in the lobby,” she finished with a wink.

“Gosh, Gloria. Behave!” You ended the conversation as you rolled your cart away towards the elevator to get taken 20 stories high in the sky.

Once you arrived on the top floor, you saw a member of the kitchen staff just leave the room with an empty tray, having dropped off food to the guest you were just about to visit as well. You both smiled at each other as he passed you. You approached the door of the single operational penthouse and give a slight knock—fair game since the “do not disturb” sign was not on the door handle.

To your surprise, you were met with someone attractive, indeed. A fresh-faced man with the cutest rosy, pink lips and shaggy damp hair answered the door; you could tell he had recently taken a shower. He stood in front of you in the plush hotel-branded robe. It was open enough to show a decent amount of chest; the slight definition of his pectoral muscles was on display.

You looked him up and down, too taken by the sight to make sure it was discreet. The usual clientele were old, gray-haired businessmen. What a feast you laid your eyes upon. You faltered for a moment, but you caught yourself. Of course, you couldn’t let your attraction show. You dipped your head, peering to the floor for a moment to gather yourself, and cleared your throat. You prayed that when you did look back up, your interest wouldn’t be so clearly painted on your face with a hue on your cheeks.

“Hi, Mr. Byun, um…” You struggled to announce yourself. “I’m a housekeeper, I’m here to give you some fresh bedding and bath towels.” You got it out eventually. “I’m sorry I’m late getting to your room, I should have been here before you even arrived this morning, please forgive me.” You gave him a formal bow to end your apology. You bowed so deeply in part to keep yourself from looking at him for too long and turning any redder.

“No worries at all, I still had a good supply of everything!” He reassured you.

You came up with a gentle smile but kept from meeting his eyes.

“I’ll just give you a fresh restock to make up for it, I’ll be done quickly!” You headed to the bedroom area of the penthouse with your cart and left him alone in the living room. Looking over to his bed, you see that it is still tidy—he only arrived this morning, so there was no need to change his bedding since it hasn’t been used yet. You still went to restock the bathroom though, as, clearly, you could tell that he did take a shower and likely used a few of the towels. When you walked into the bathroom, you were met with the sight of a slightly fogged mirror, the vision of yourself blurred by condensation that has still yet to evaporate since his shower. Mr. Byun’s shower. His shower this morning that must have been steamy hot. You shook your head to discard the inappropriate thoughts that began to cloud it. You told yourself to get to work and began to pick up the used towels that were resting on the floor. You tossed them into the hamper on your cart and gave a new set, placing the fresh ones neatly on the shelves around the bath. There were a few splashes of water on the counter and floor that you decided to clean up as well, and since you were being so thorough, you then took on the task of cleaning the aforementioned foggy mirror to make it crystal clear once again. This mirror, however, is that of a behemoth. It’s a large mirror that compliments the penthouse’s high ceilings. That meant, to reach the top of it, you’d have to climb onto the counter when cleaning its upper corners.

You sprayed the bottle of cleaner solution onto the surface, starting from the bottom, rubbing your rag in circles, and making your way to the upper region. Once you had progressed to the portion of the mirror you could no longer reach while standing on the floor, you lifted yourself up onto the countertop to continue your mission. No task was ever too big for you; you would always figure out a way to get around any obstacles and leave every room spotless. This was no different. You felt your knees grind against the hard, unforgiving slab of marble as your arm continued to reach and wipe at the reflective glass in front of you. You knew they’d be red after this, but what’s new? As you grow in age, you’ve noticed that your skin bruises a bit easier than before. This is nothing compared to the burns from spilled hot water or freshly dried laundry that were still a bit too steamy for handling. This you could take. This you wanted to take. You were happy to be able to put all of your energy and expertise into one guest’s stay. You took it upon yourself to make sure his stay was perfect.

You made one last swirl of your arm, dragging the rag along with it, before sitting back onto your heels to observe your hard work.

“Well goodness, you don’t have to get on your knees for me.” An unexpected voice broke the silence.

Without thinking, you turn your head around swiftly. Too swiftly. The base of the counter was wide enough to support you and your measured movements as you cleaned, but definitely not wide enough to support the large range of motion you just took by turning around out of shock from Mr. Byun’s presence. You whipped around and your bottom slipped. Clumsily, you were about to be one with the floor, but with fast legs and even faster arms, Mr. Byun caught you before you fell flat on your ass.

You were speechless as you look up at him; you’ve never been held like this, in such strong arms before.

“I didn’t mean to make you fall, I apologize.” He spoke softly as he held you in his tight grip.

That chest that you stared at earlier, when you stood outside his door, was now against your cheek. That cheek of yours that is pressed against that chest felt each vibration as he spoke, along with every breath he took. You looked up at him next, only to get lost in those deep pools of chocolate that he has for eyes. Bad idea.

Speak! Speak! You commanded yourself in your jumbled mind.

“It’s okay, Mr. Byun. I just lost my balance that’s all.”

A beat has past and you still just gazed at each other’s faces.

This man, though mature, was clearly younger than you. If it wasn’t communicated by his youthful face, it was evident by the array of video games that were strewn across the living room console. Of course, you don’t need to be young to enjoy video games, but it was just another piece of evidence to keep your dirty thoughts at bay. You needed reasons. Reasons to not entertain any fantasies in your mind that involved this new, very handsome guest. You were at work and work did not include standing there drooling over someone who’d never see you as anything more than, well, an old maid.

You cleared your throat. You wanted to stunt the nonsense you felt. You needed to part from him and screw your head on a bit tighter than whatever configuration it is you have right now. He put you down, back onto your feet, but a hand remained on your back. His eyes hadn’t budged from yours either.

“Are you okay?” He asked with genuine concern.

You gave him a nod. He seemed relieved until when scanning you, his eyes caught the condition of your knees after you kneeled on the hard marble to clean his tall mirror. His face dropped and so did his body. He sank to one knee while you stood, frozen still.

“Your knees…” He breathed out in concern at how scuffed they were. It’s true that even your hosiery wasn’t doing a great job at concealing the rouge of your skin in that area. What happened next? Maybe you expected him to say something else while he was down there. Maybe a humble word or two about how you didn’t need to do what you did—how he didn’t care, and the condensation would have evaporated anyway. You expected that. As soon as you interacted with him you could tell he was a sweet guest, a considerate one. Not a guest that was entitled. You could sniff those out pretty easily. So, with this nice guest in front of you, you were prepared for the typical nice guest phrases and other words of kindness to be uttered.

And so it came.

“You didn’t have to get up there and clean the mirror at all, really.”

“I know, sir.” You met his gaze. “I just wanted to be thorough and make up for being late—”

Now what you didn’t expect, was for him to touch you. What you didn’t expect, was the warmth of his fingertips to graze your thigh as he placed his open palm against the side of your knee. You saw him look intently at the area of concern.

You sucked in a breath and gripped the bathroom counter behind you. Your face flushed uncontrollably. Had he placed his hand any higher, he would have been able to feel the laced edging of your glossy thigh highs. You opened your mouth to communicate some type of objection to his actions. But in the end, nothing left your lips. You just stared at him with your mouth slightly agape.

Staring at the inflamed skin underneath your stockings, he asked, “Are you alright? I really don’t want this to bruise. I’d hate to tarnish your beauty.”

Not trusting your voice to be stable upon using it, you answered him with a non-verbal, over-exaggerated nod.

“Tell me.” He refused to look at you until he got a response of his liking.

You shut your eyes and unscramble your rampant thoughts. “I’m fine, it will go away soon,” you managed to get out.

Baekhyun hoped you were sincere—he knew he was. It truly would have troubled him if he caused you pain from doing something unnecessary for him. Baekhyun thought, if your knees were going to be engaged while doing something to service him, it may as well be something fun… that incorporates pleasure. And he’d be surely glad to reciprocate. He squeezed his eyes shut.

Baekhyun, shocked at his own depravity, quickly caught the loud, lewd thoughts in a mental cage and tossed away the key. Guilty, he blinked his eyes a few times in an effort to clear his mind and his dirty conscience for thinking those things in front of the innocent, pretty housekeeper who probably had better things to do than be subjected to his desperation.

You took a step backward and he released his hand from your leg. Baekhyun dipped his head, realizing just how odd his touch could have come off. He only got down and looked closer at you out of care—he often had bruises on his own knees from various choreographies that included gliding across the floor. He wanted to see if you needed any ointment as he sometimes did. He was glad to see though, that despite them being covered by your silky-smooth stockings, the damage to your knees was visibly just to the surface and no real abrasions. He came up to meet your eyes again.

“Okay, I’m happy you’re alright.” He scratched the back of his head and glanced over to the living room. “Looks like my jokes are dangerous, so, I’ll let you be,” he finished with a sorrowful smile.

You stayed silent and pretended to look around the bathroom to find more things to do to keep your mind busy. Too bad you had already done everything there was to do.

“I’m sorry, really,” he said just before turning around. He gave a quick look around and commented on the bathroom’s condition. “By the way, everything is perfect so I hope you don’t feel the need to stay too much longer—you did such a good job already.” He exited the room to retreat to the comfort of his couch and the safety of solitude. He, too, needed to be alone.

You could breathe again. You decided to take his word and make your leave soon.

The cleaning rag for the mirror that flew in the air from your fall landed on top of the toilet seat cover. You retrieved it quickly and stored it back onto your cart. Without making eye contact with the guest, you rolled your cart out of the bathroom and towards the main door just by the living room. You thought you’d be able to escape without further trial, but alas, one more thing left his mouth before you made your great escape.

“Wait, what’s your name?” He asked as he got up and made his way towards you.

No, no, no.

You cursed the universe for this additional interaction. Just when you thought you’d be out of here without any more butterflies taking up space in your empty, hungry stomach, there you were. There you were with him once again towering over you, waiting patiently for your answer.

You refrained from meeting his eyes; as he held the door open for you while you slid out with your cart, you kept your eyes at his feet and offered a slight bow as you gave up the private detail. After you told him your name, you took a hold of the cart once more and promptly wheeled it down the hallway without looking back, without seeing his face, without giving him any room to pry for more.

Baekhyun watched you leave.

“Pretty.” He said to himself. Or so he thought, since you were already webbing distance between you both.

Too bad you heard it. Too bad it wasn’t concealed by the sound of the cartwheels rolling across the hallway carpet. Too bad you didn’t hate it enough to beg Ms. Park for a new assignment.

Too bad you found yourself wanting more.

His words replayed over and over again.

I’d hate to tarnish your beauty.

Did you hear that right?

And your name… he said it was…

Pretty.

You sat down at the folding table in the laundry station. It had been a good few hours since you left his room, but your mind didn’t know any better. You ruminated over the conversation; his words were fresh as if just spoken. You’re in a daze as you sit and fold the freshly dried bedding, tablecloths, and bath towels that come out in large masses. You’ve had so much more time to yourself than usual today since you only have one room to tend to—you can’t believe that this will be your entire month. You relished the extra time and even decided to do some extra organization of amenities baskets. New cucumber and melon flavored bath salts arrived this week and you wanted the simple pleasure of smelling them first out of everyone at the hotel.

You made your way over to that area, only to be stopped by Carl from the kitchen. And with him, he presented an ornately decorated bottle of alcohol.

“Mr. Byun in the penthouse would like you to bring him up this bottle of champagne.” Carl handed you a bottle of Ace of Spades.

“Me?” You asked, confused. Any type of food and beverage handling is exclusively designated to kitchen staff. There were more than enough workers today, so it’s odd that Carl came to you.

“He requested you to bring it, specifically by name.”

You tried not to show signs of shock or amusement on your face in front of your coworker. Is that why he asked what your name was? So he could order you around as his personal servant? You inwardly scoffed. But again, as you thought about his demeanor and attentiveness, he didn’t seem like the stuck-up crowd. He’s not that type of guy. You accepted the new mission without further comment—largely because you truly didn’t have much left to do for the day.

You took it into your hands and marveled at the art of the bottle itself. This is one of the world’s most expensive champagnes. You let out a cough, shaken by what you were holding. Sure, you worked in an upscale hotel, and it is to be expected that you come into contact with some of the world’s finest amenities and refreshments. However, this is the first time you’ve delivered things to guests other than fresh towels, bedding, or other medial domestic items. This is the first time you’ve touched something so expensive. On the salary of a housekeeper, you could only dream of making the amount of money this bottle is worth in a year.

You thanked the kitchen worker and began your trek to the man who awaits his delivery.

Little did you know, he was more excited about the woman who was coming with it.

The closer you got to his suite, the faster your heart would beat. You wondered how he would come to answer the door this time. Eventually, you were in front of his suite and lifted a fist to knock against the hard wood that separates your two worlds. It’s amazing how often you’re around luxury, how often you interact with it and observe it, yet, it has never been yours to experience, never yours to touch, never yours to… taste. You finished your reflection looking down at the $100,000 bottle of champagne that was soon to be taken from you.

With two taps of your knuckles and a held in breath, you made your presence known. He didn’t take very long to open the door and eliminate the divide between you two, and he did it with a smile. Gone was the hotel robe that once graced his body earlier in the day. He instead wore a heather beige Miu Miu cardigan and light wash jeans. Expensive. Attractive. Both qualities were anticipated; but it didn't make it any less impactful. At least you could tame your gaze a bit better than before.

“Hello, y/n.”

You were absolutely not prepared to hear your name come from his mouth. It sounded soaked with honey.

“Hello Mr. Byun.”

That formality did something to Baekhyun. At least when it exited your lips. Baekhyun is in trouble if he gets worked up every time you greet him.

“Please, call me Baekhyun.” His million-dollar smile has yet to leave his face; you were beginning to see just how charming this man was. Evidence to how he had claimed the hearts of so many from all over. You were never one to be swayed by celebrity status or experience symptoms of feeling starstruck. You came in contact with powerful, successful people day in and day out. It was just a way of life for you. When you heard that Mr. Byun, no, Baekhyun, was staying at the hotel, you didn't think twice about it. Sure, he was the first K-pop idol in your care, but back in that locker room before you started your shift, he sounded like just another number in the population of other well-to-do guests. You should have braced yourself. Moreover, the faux pas from earlier should have been enough to desensitize you.

“Well, Baekhyun,” you quickly reflected on how personal this moment felt, you’ve never called guests by anything other than their surname. “Here is your champagne.” You extended your arms out with the bottle resting sideways in the bed of your two palms.

“Thank you.” He took it from you and just like when you left the first time, you were about to make a beeline for the elevator, without another word. Faster than your feet though, were his next words.

“Can you stay?” The words left Baekhyun's mouth quicker than he could think. He was embarrassed at the possibility of sounding pathetic, but it already happened. It wasn't like he didn't want you to stay. It popped into his mind and blurted from his mouth with reason.

“Umm...”

You saw that he looked just as startled from his own words as you did.

The guests at this hotel pay so much money that most of their requests—even odd—are fulfilled. That being said, most employees are happy to oblige due to the prospective tips. But this… this was different. This felt personal. Requests to “the help” never felt personal.

He noticed your apprehension and wanted to fill the space with reassurance. “Don’t worry, I’ll tip you for your time.”

“Oh, no, it’s not that. I just,” you paused, “I just am not used to speaking to a guest for this long, for this often, let alone being invited into their space for more than just replacing something they need.”

You realized that you could have been jumping to conclusions—maybe there was indeed just something he wanted you to replace or fix and the question just came out of his mouth with odd word choice. Yes. Yes, that's probably it.

You hurriedly add, “Oh, of course right now you probably just want me to take a look at something for you or restock something,” you laughed nervously. “What is it?”

“Well, take a seat first.” Baekhyun headed to the couch and you followed, taking a seat on the sofa across.

He grabbed a couple of champagne glasses and cracked open the bottle to pour it. It was easy to infer that one of those glasses was about to be yours to hold, but the thought still felt too daring.

“What I want is you. Just to talk, I guess,” he trailed off.

So, company. He just wanted company.

You cracked a small smile.

He placed the bottle into the bucket of ice that rests on the coffee table.

“You don't have to if you really don't want to, I just, wanted to treat you to something nice for your hard work.” His words were filled with sincerity, eyes with admiration.

“Just doing my job. No problem.”

“So, will you stay?” He asked handing you the glass of bubbly.

You’re a little insecure since it’s towards the end of your eight-hour shift. Your baby hairs and fly-aways make an appearance from underneath the bobby pins you had used to keep your hair slicked in place. Without even looking in the mirror you could tell that your foundation has begun to wear away and your lipstick is dull. No point in reapplying now, though. Soon you’ll be back home to cook dinner. Only after would you get a chance to rest and take time for yourself… unless you take the opportunity that is presented in front of you from him.

Against your better judgement, you said, “Ok.”

He was unable to hide the creeping grin.

You took the skinny glass and had a sip of the most expensive thing you had ever consumed thus far. It was delicious and you couldn't believe he wanted to share it with you. Truth be told, Baekhyun didn't usually drink. So why the champagne? He couldn't deny his urge to impress you a bit. You and your company were worth every bit of the $100,000 spent.

And so you talked and sipped and talked some more.

Your conversation gave you more than enough of a sense of who Baekhyun really is. Personable, funny, and filled with stories. As an in-demand artist, whether with his group or solo, he had been performing all over the globe. You listened to the details of his travel memories, hanging onto every word. You were so curious about the rest of the world; you hoped that one day you'd get the chance to become as well-traveled as he was. For now, you live vicariously through his tellings. Baekhyun heard about the locations on your own bucketlist and couldn't help but make mental notes, should he be given the chance to help you turn those dreams into reality. It was cute, watching you speak so freely about the things that you enjoy.

And you were grateful for the space to do it. For the first time, the interests that you kept in your head had a stage to be heard. Is this what he felt like performing in front of thousands of people each week?

There was, however, a hint of melancholy behind his voice. Work—fans—allowed him to go on these excursions that meant so much to him. He hadn't been on a trip for pleasure in a good few years. Time had not permitted it. He spoke wistfully about where he'd like to go back to without limitation of schedules. He spoke wistfully about wanting someone to go with.

Before you knew it, two hours had gone by and the bottle was half-filled rather than the half-empty you would have deemed it before today. You were drunker on the feeling of him more so than anything the champagne could do to you. You felt a buzz from your phone. The text from Gloria sobered you.

Hey, you okay? I haven't seen you in a while.

Not only that, you also saw that it was 10 minutes until the end of your shift. You placed your glass down and shot up from your seat.

“I'm sorry Mr. By—Baekhyun.” You began your march to the exit. “I had a lovely time speaking with you. Thank you so much for sharing a drink with me.” You bowed.

Baekhyun was happy to give you a moment of relaxation. “No, thank you for sparing me your precious time.”

You went to grab your apron that you had taken off and hung on his coat rack earlier as to not get anything dirty. His voice broke the motion.

“Hey, actually, while you're here, can you check one of the lights in the bathroom for me? I think it stopped working.” A white lie doesn't hurt to accomplish a greater good.

Back in work mode you headed in the opposite direction to inspect the supposedly faulty light. Behind you while you were away, he slipped a one-hundred-dollar bill into the pocket of your unattended apron.

Make that a good $100,100 spent.

Baekhyun walked over to the bathroom to find you repeatedly switching the different sets of lights on and off with a puzzled look on your face.

“It looks okay to me; do you remember which light it was that you were having trouble with?”

“Ah. It looks like I just didn't flip the right switch for the bulb over the bath. Sorry about that.” He gave a smile. A suspicious one, you thought.

Nonetheless, you returned to the front door and grabbed your apron to sloppily tie a knot to keep it on just well enough for you to get to your locker before heading out for the night. The door, for the first time in over two hours, was opened. You were met again with the familiar burgundy carpet that exists in all hallways of the hotel. The familiarity of it, however, does not top the unexpected comfort of Baekhyun's presence. You could smell his cologne as he opened the door wider for you: dark with hints of black cherry and sweet, smothering vanilla. It pained you to take in his intoxicating scent. Your eyes almost fluttered close once it wafted through your nose. Did you really have to leave so soon?

“Bye,” you said quietly.

Baekhyun had felt something lingering after the door shut. He wanted you to stay even longer but he knew not to get too greedy. He had to get to sleep soon as well—a very early morning filled with dance practice was on his plate for the next day.

He started a hot shower to end his night. As he undressed and observed the steamy water cast its heat onto the bathroom mirror that you had so thoroughly cleaned, the memories rushed back. He reminisced the feeling of your cheek against his chest and your stunned, shallow breath against his bare skin. He knew that you wouldn't be easy to shake from his mind. Somehow, some way, he had to make you his.

+++

You felt warm when you went back downstairs to change out of your uniform. Whether it was from the too attractive guest or the too expensive alcohol in your stomach, all you knew was that this was one of the happiest days you’ve ever had. You first untied your apron and grabbed it in your fist to discard it into the communal laundry hamper. That was until you felt something within the balled fabric. You opened it to see a folded one-hundred-dollar bill that was tucked into the pocket.

Your hand flew to your mouth. When did this even get here? Besides when, your mind flew to, who? Except, you knew who. There's only one guest that you tended to today and would continue to tend to for the next 29. You felt silly for receiving such a generous tip for a request that amounted to leisure. He didn't need to pay you for your presence; it was hardly an act of real service.

You didn't have much more time to think about it, though. Gloria swung around the corner with her own apron in hand, throwing in the towel for her day as well. You quickly stuffed the crisp bill into your purse and continued to change, wanting to avoid any inquiry she might give if she saw it. That moment with him up in his suite was yours; yours to keep close, yours to fixate on. You weren't sure if you were ready to let anyone else in on it.

“Hey girl, you're finally back.” She announced, giving you a half hug before opening her own locker.

“Hey G.”

“So... how was your day?” She asked quizzically with a notably flirty tone and a raise of her brow.

“My day was good. Normal.” You reassured her.

“Good?”

“Uh-huh.”

“Normal?”

“Uh-huh.”

Gloria closed her locker door and leaned against it with her arms crossed in front of her chest. She countered, “There is nothing normal about that man.”

You rolled your eyes in response. “Gloria, Baekhyun is just another guest in this hotel full of other important patrons.” You closed your locker door as well, purse slung around your shoulder. You faced her, ready to challenge any remaining assumptions she had. Just then, when you saw the smile of a Cheshire cat spread on her face, you realized the cat was already out of the bag. Uncontrollably, your face flushed. You were the most experienced, professional, dignified, housekeeper in the hotel. So, for you, to refer to a guest so casually by their first name and not the last name convention of Mr. Byun that you started the day with, Gloria had more than enough reason to keep her suspicion active.

You closed your eyes in shame at your lapse in judgement. She let out a big laugh.

“First name basis, huh?” Gloria got closer to give you a pat on the shoulder. “Have your fun. You deserve it.” With that, she left first. You heard the shutting of the large industrial door behind her.

You were left alone with your after-work grocery list, a one-hundred-dollar bill in your fifteen-dollar purse, and the scary wonder of how you were to go about your job as normal when someone so abnormal occupied your mind in and out of the building's gold encrusted doors.

Baekhyun had found himself looking forward to your daily visits to give him the usual fresh towels and linens. He’d steal glances and pockets of your time to get you to chat. If only he knew that he was on his way to stealing your heart as well.

He wanted to know more and more about you as the week went on and took every chance he could. He hated when he couldn’t be there to greet you with a warm welcome and a smile. His dance practice sessions were beginning to pick up as his comeback was approaching. This unfortunately meant that he wasn’t able to be there every day during the time you showed up. Besides when he wasn't in his room during the daytime, hated the weekend too—he knew the staff wouldn’t be you. He never looked forward to a Monday so excitedly in his life.

Monday arrived.

One week down and three more to go, you thought to yourself as you opened up your agenda the following Monday. This reflection wasn’t as happy as it usually made you when you crossed days off on your calendar. This is one more week closer to saying goodbye to Baekhyun. He could talk your ear off whenever you went to his room for a simple clean, but he was undeniably sweet. He gave you an absolute tooth ache and you weren't ready to part with your new favorite calorie-free dessert. He was such a treat to your soul... and your eyes. You had come to admire his broad shoulders and back in addition to that chest that you became acquainted on your first interaction.

And him? He was no better than a dog. He fantasized about you during and after your visits, hoping that one day you'd throw him a bone—no matter how unlikely it was. His breath caught in his throat the first time he saw the top of your thigh highs and the straps of your garter belt that held them up when you were bent over. You had a particularly far reach as you dusted along the long edge of a desk; you thought he was busy in the other room. Your fitted skirt rode up as you reach further and further, putting more and more of the flesh of your thighs in view.

In that moment, all he could think about was knocking the duster out of your hand and taking you on that very desk—pressing your torso down as you were bent over and grabbing a hold of your delicious hips that were always just out of his reach.

Baekhyun literally bit his fist at the sight. He stood there gawking in the doorway. That was until he realized he was wearing thin, cotton pajama pants that did nothing to hide the evidence of his arousal. As you reclaimed an upright position, he scurried further in the bedroom to shrug on and zip up a long jacket to hide his crotch. You were none the wiser.

But there you were, at his door on an average Monday at 10 a.m., ready to carry out your average duties. As usual, no “do not disturb” sign is seen on the door, giving you enough clearance to enter. You gave the usual courtesy knock as well—you heard nothing behind the door. No shuffling of footsteps, no “coming” shouted back, just silence. You made a small pout, sad that it seems you won't get to see him today. He is a busy superstar after all. And so, with your universal keycard in hand, you wand it at the door and heard the pop of the lock. You turned the handle and held the door open for yourself as you slid in the work cart.

The penthouse was empty, surely enough. You made your way in further and peeked through the doorways to inspect for the possibility of an uncharacteristically quiet Baekhyun, but you were alone.

You took this opportunity of an empty place to do a deep clean as a treat for him. He truly was such a sweetheart for sharing that champagne with you, and this is one of the only ways you knew how to say thank you on your too small salary. You were in a good mood and excitedly got started by sweeping the kitchen floors. You also decided to finally put the speaker to use that you got as a Secret Santa gift last year. You turned on a random Top 100 Hits playlist and made sure the volume was up—you allowed yourself to enjoy this since the entire floor was empty with Baekhyun gone and the alternate penthouse closed.

You felt free and relaxed for the first time in a long while. You danced around, lost in your little bubble of music and the satisfaction of cleaning up each and every marble tile beneath you.

“So, sweet, chocolate. I just keep on missing it…” The speaker played the next song. You hummed along to the catchy tune and found it to be an oddly familiar voice. You couldn’t exactly put a finger on it, though. That song was too good to not dance to. Each swing of the broom in your hands was accompanied by a swing of your hips. You made a mental note to add it to your playlist and took a couple blind steps back to retrieve your phone and see exactly what song was playing.

Right then, upon the view of your music app activity on your lock screen and the sensation of a firm figure behind you, Baekhyun was not only in front of your eyes, but also behind you. Pressed against you, to be exact. You almost screamed but definitely shook from the abrupt impact. The interaction became increasingly testing. His hands gripped your hips to stabilize you.

You couldn’t contain the peep that escaped you at that moment.

“Chocolate’s a good one, isn’t it?” Baekhyun said.

You found your footing and turned around to face the man behind the music.

He was smiling like a fool. “This must have been the 50th time I’ve heard that song today, but it feels brand new paired with your voice.”

You didn’t address the content of his words but you without a doubt internalized it. He laughed at how bewildered you looked.

“Oh my god,” you said as the heat rushed to your face. You turned the music off.

“Well don’t stop on my account. Please, I was enjoying it.” He said with a dazzling smirk.

You felt your dignity slip away with each second you remained in front of him.

“I’m sorry, Baekhyun. I didn't know you were there,” you said, broom in hand, head down in shame. “I’m just doing a deep clean of things since no one was here, and, well, I had nothing better to do.”

He chuckled, “I came in a couple minutes ago from dance practice.”

You gave him a look up and down, and sure enough, his attire matched the demands of his previous activities. He wore a graphic tee with loose-fitting gray sweatpants. His skin was slightly flushed from the physical exertion. You also took in the sight of his slightly damp hair and forehead. In this state of imperfection and lack of poise, he looked hot.

“Well, Baekhyun, I am very sorry to have caught you off-guard with my presence,” you paused to gesture to the speaker, “and my noise.”

He shook his head “no” to brush off any shame you felt. Before responding verbally, he held a water bottle up to his mouth. You saw him take a long drink. Of course, the water gliding down his throat wasn’t visible, but the external movement of his throat as he swallowed each gulp was. The positioning of his arm being raised made his shirt ride up. The exposed waistband of his Calvin Klein underwear rests above his sweatpants against his lower abdomen. You swallowed and glanced at it and the sliver of skin above it. A slight v-line on display.

Baekhyun watched you as your eyes trailed down and finished his drink of water with a smirk. “Never worry about bothering me. You're welcome here anytime, for any reason,” he said with reassurance.

You figured that he absolutely caught where your eyes drifted because the smirk has not left his face.

In fact, he decided to play with you.

“I'm going to take a shower now, so feel free to continue whatever it was you were doing.” He casually turned around to head to the bedroom. As he walked away, he pulled his shirt above and over his head in one movement, balling the fabric in his hand to soon be discarded into a hamper. His footsteps away from you were so nonchalant, even a bit dragged out as he made his exit. He wanted you to look.

You made a tiny gasp at the sudden sight of his bare back. His bare back that was indeed as wide as you imagined. His shoulder blades moved slightly from the forward momentum.

As Baekhyun turned the corner, completely out of your view, he let out the smile that was threatening to escape when he was still in front of you. At least one of you had to be calm and collected. Secretly, he relished your little audible gasp.

He started the shower and waited a moment for the water to fully heat up. He undressed and thought about the view he had when he first walked in. You, in your fitted skirt dancing away, moving your hips to the beat of his song.

Oh, and he was to never forget about you backing up into him. While he was able to appreciate it jovially in front of you, he knew, even in that moment, that it would give him much more than just a laugh. You two had never been closer than right there in the kitchen, just a few minutes ago. It felt so good to be pressed against you.

He stepped into the shower with conflicting emotions. As pathetic as he felt, Baekhyun couldn’t stop himself from fixating on your hips that he held in his very own hands, nor your ass that so perfectly rubbed against him. He couldn’t stop himself from getting hard and watching his cock grow from the memory. He couldn’t stop himself from wrapping his fist around it and pleasuring himself; the heavy stream of water masking any sounds of his ecstasy.

He quickly thrusted in and out of his grasp, wishing it was your pussy he was rolling into instead. Even just your lips or hands would be a treat. Your pretty lips surrounding his length and your polite eyes looking up at him… the image got him impossibly close. That is the only reason for you to be on your knees, Baekhyun thinks to himself. You’re so mature, poised, and well-kept. It’s admirable, really. But he craved to get a peek at what’s hiding under all those layers of professionalism.

The hot water beaded onto his skin, making it all the more easy for him to speed up the stroking of his cock. His mind was filled with you and you only. Your pretty voice, your pretty hands, your pretty legs, your pretty face.

With you just in the other room, diligently cleaning and oblivious to his perversion, he came. He breathed out your name as he emptied himself down the drain. Each rope disappeared with a lack of purpose. It should have been into you.

The water was able to wash away the evidence of his arousal, but never his attraction for you that caused it. As the mental fog of his orgasm dissipated, Baekhyun reflected. Though you looked very good in it, you were more than your uniform. You were more than whatever limitations you put on yourself because of your age. He knew that, and he just needs to show you. You didn’t need a man. But Baekhyun wanted to be the man to serve your every need. You’ve been serving others your entire life; he wanted to give you all the pampering you deserve.

Gosh, he didn’t even know if you were in a relationship. He had to find out. He never saw a ring on any of your fingers… at least there were no legal papers to stop him.

He was convinced that you were his. His to please. His to make happy. His to, eventually, love.

It’s almost Friday, you thought to yourself as you were downstairs folding comforters. It was the middle of your workday and you had mostly been alone. When you visited Baekhyun’s suite, he was nowhere to be seen and no surprise sneak-attack happened either. It was just you and your linens this Thursday. You were able to finish his room up quickly and went downstairs for some medial work. Laundry was the task of the hour. You were bored out of your mind as you handled the fluffy cotton bed dressings, making perfect folds and stacking them onto a shelf.

Your mind wandered during the humdrum task. Flashbacks of your Monday encounter came to you. In fact, this isn’t the first time you had recalled that morning. You found yourself replaying the feeling of his hands gripping you often. Particularly, right before you went to sleep.

How could you forget his firm fingertips pressing into you? How could you forget his front against your backside? That night and each night thereafter, you listened to the call of your body. It excited you more than you wanted it to. Your hand moved faster than your mind could stop it, touching yourself to the memory of it. Each night, you finished yourself in pleasure, but guilt was never far away.

You hadn’t seen Baekhyun since then, he had been away during the daytime and was at his suite usually only after your shift was over. Needless to say, the last two days were a drag without him. Every time you were outside of employee-only regions, you hoped that you’d catch him entering or exiting the hotel. The tiniest view of him would be enough to brighten your mundane day.

You were taken out of your thoughts by the vibration of your phone within your apron’s pocket. You pulled it out to see an incoming call from Gloria.

Basked in annoyance, she tells you she needs help with an unruly guest in the lobby.

“I’ll be there.”

You hung up the phone in wonder of what could be going on that Gloria couldn’t handle alone. You checked the time—1:15 pm your phone reads. It was exactly the middle of the single security guard’s lunch break.

“Great,” you said to yourself with an eyeroll. You pushed aside the comforter you were just handling and made your way out the double doors into the lobby.

As the lobby came into view, so did Gloria and a tall man in a suit who held an expression of anger. Beneath them both was a broken champagne flute. Its shattered glass pieces strewn on the floor.

“What’s going on?” You asked as you entered the tense atmosphere.

Gloria whispered to you, “He’s getting back at me for telling him he can’t order anymore mimosas. They were part of the brunch special and it ended half an hour ago.”

“Hey, what? You called for help?” The man scoffed. You could smell the alcohol on his breath. You wonder just how many of these he drank to end up like this. “Maybe helper number two can give me the assistance I want.” He pointed to the mess on the floor.

“Clean it up and get me another drink.” He sneered.

“Sir—” You began, exasperated and in disbelief at how entitled he was.

He grabbed your arm and threw you to the ground. You had your hands out in front of you to catch yourself. Just then, you felt a couple shards pierce the skin of your palms.

“Now that you’re on your knees how I asked, clean up the damn glass.”

Baekhyun saw all of this unfold as he entered the lobby’s doors. He was returning from some morning meetings to the sight of the woman he grew fond of getting disrespected. He approached the scene to come to your rescue, seething with anger as he took each step.

You suddenly felt a pair of hands at your shoulders, assisting you in standing up to your feet once again. You turned around and saw your favorite face. Baekhyun looked back at you with a sorry expression. It didn’t last for long, though. Soon his eyes darted toward the rude man in front of you. Baekhyun shot daggers that would strike with vigor if the guest had any ounce of shame.

“What? That’s what they’re here for,” the man said with no remorse.

Baekhyun replied, “This is your own fault. Even with cleaning it up, they wouldn’t be down on the floor to pick up each piece. It would get swept up.” He was at his wit’s end.

“Sure, but I like to see them where they belong. At my feet. And isn’t it so much fun to watch them bend ov—”

His words were robbed from him. Baekhyun punched him squarely in the jaw, knocking any intention of finishing that crass sentence out of him.

“Baekhyun, no!” You shouted as you got between the two men.

The security guard finally reclaimed his post and made himself known as he asked what the commotion was. Gloria stayed to explain and handle things while you stepped to the side with Baekhyun to calm him down.

He noticed your injured hand, hating that you got hurt over something so unnecessary. He caught additional damage on your knees that you missed yourself.

“You’re hurt.” He said it plainly.

“I’ll just—”

“Let me take care of you.”

Your cheeks flushed. “What?”

He picked you up into his arms as if you were light as a feather. If bystanders’ eyes weren’t on you already, they surely were in that moment. He carried you to the elevators, causing a scene that made Gloria and even the security guard pause.

You aggressively whispered to him. “What are you doing? Everyone is looking!”

With the sound of your protests doing nothing to dissuade him, Baekhyun entered the elevator with you in his arms and took you up to his suite. You gave up your pleas eventually. By the time he was approaching the door to his room, your head had fallen against his chest. Your eyes already fluttered close. It felt blissful to put your head against something—someone—warm. You felt selfish for enjoying the moment. This moment of Baekhyun putting himself out for you when it should only ever be the other way around. He is the guest and you are the worker. It felt like everything under the kitchen sink of negativity. Wrong? Check. Inappropriate? Absolutely. Reprimand-able? Indeed, Ms. Park would kill you if she saw this scene.

It was all those things, and still, most of all, it was sweet. It was caring. Of him, it was selfless. You kept the creeping shame you felt at bay by reasoning that two things could be true: you like this, and this is something that needs to be kept a secret. Further, this is daunting and irresponsible, and it is fun. No matter how contradictory it felt, it was reality. You waded in the morally gray lake that is this unexpected connection you two share. The comfort of dichotomy no longer existed.

Still, the least you could do to clear your conscience is give gratitude.

You muttered a gentle, “Thank you,” once he got to the door and set your feet down to the floor.

He smiled down at you without a single hint of reservation or fatigue. If anything, he wanted to do more for you.

He put his hand at the small of your back to guide you in before leading you to sit on the couch. The velvet couch cushions sunk beneath you. He retrieved his own first aid kit from his luggage to tend to your hand. He took the seat next to you and rested your palm in his lap.

With a pair of tweezers, he extracted the tiny pieces of glass that were still wedged in your injured palm. You winced in pain. He gave a coaxing stroke of his thumb along the side of your hand. You mentally prepared yourself as he pulled out the cotton balls and alcohol. The sterilizing liquid stung sharply as he pressed the soaked soft fibers against the cuts. You sucked in a breath and gripped his wrist out of instinct.

“I’m sorry,” Baekhyun said sympathetically.

“You don’t have to do this, you know.”

“I want to.” He paused with his eyes locked to yours. “I’m the customer, correct? My request to you, as the person I am paying, is to let me take care of you.”

The air fell silent yet the beating of your heart echoed in your ears. You wondered if he could see the rise and fall of your chest from your suddenly labored breathing. You opened your mouth to get something, anything out. But the band aids were applied swiftly and he was quickly up and out of your vision to put away his supplies.

Baekhyun made his point confidently but walked away with a hint of a rouge on his cheeks. He returned to hand you a menu: the hotel’s menu for room service.

“See if there’s anything you want.” He said before disappearing into the bathroom.

You looked over the menu, turning over the pages in awe at the expensive food choices. It all sounded so good, but the prices were something that you could never make Baekhyun pay. You've never been able to afford any entrees from the hotel. Sure, you've nibbled on the leftover hors d’oeuvres that the kitchen staff would hand out, but never a complete meal.

Your eyes skimmed the pages and your appetite increased. Still, you didn't want to be too much of a burden, so when he returned, you asked for just some tea and crackers.

He reclaimed his seat and took the menu that you placed to the side.

“Tea and crackers?” He questioned.

“Yes, I don’t have much of an appetite.” You lied through your teeth. Too bad your stomach wasn’t as good of an actor. As if you were in a sitcom, your stomach released a perfectly (horribly) timed growl. You quickly held your mid-section in embarrassment. “Ignore that.”

“Mhmm.” Baekhyun responded sarcastically.

He picked up the corded phone and pressed the button to the kitchen to input his order.

“Hello, I’d like to order room service… I’d like two Perriers and two truffle pastas with asparagus.”

He hung up the phone and turned to you with a cocky grin.

“I don’t think I heard ‘tea’ or ‘crackers’ in there at any point,” you confronted.

“It’s my favorite dish here. You’ll like it. I promise.”

You looked down at your hands, unaware of what to say next. He was pretty stubborn and firm in his decisions. You knew that there was nothing to say, really.

He looked over to you to say, “You don’t need to deny yourself something nice.” He noticed how stiff you were as well. You sat up completely straight with your hands in your lap, only looking forward, or down. The distance felt too great. In an effort to make you more comfortable, he decided to lay your legs across his lap. He picked them up and rested them on his thighs. You were unable to hide the surprise on your face.

“Just relax while we wait,” he finished with your name in a casual breath.

One hand rested on your lower leg as the other scrolled on his phone.

You felt yourself sink deeper into the soft couch with this new horizontal position. You adjusted to the new placement and looked up at him shyly; you got a small smile in return.

“You don’t deserve that type of treatment, you know.”

You replied, “It doesn’t happen too often.”

“Well, it shouldn’t happen at all.”

You stayed quiet and reflected on the nature of your job. Service jobs always come with their cons—dealing with less than pleasant patrons was just a de facto aspect that everyone comes to accept. Especially in an environment like this where your money speaks louder than anything that could come out of your mouth. The big egos of the big businessmen who stayed at your hotel were no foreign sight. Unfortunately, getting wind of rich people’s entitlement was one of the first things you had observed when you joined the establishment.

Baekhyun cleared his throat, taking you out of your thoughts.

Your eyes shot up. “Sorry, a lot on my mind.”

“I bet,” he said as he put his phone down. He reached for your calves that rested on him instead. He began to rub and knead the muscles.

He was giving you a massage.

It felt good.

He smoothed your overworked calves with his thumbs; his hands were even softer than the velvet fabric that pressed against you. You closed your eyes, relishing the feeling of him working your muscles until they were no longer taut.

It was relaxing, too relaxing. You found yourself fighting the urge to drift asleep, but it was too much to overcome. Without protest, Baekhyun noticed the change in your consciousness from the deeper slouch of your body into the cushions. He didn’t wake you. You deserve to rest, he thought. He took the time to observe your features closely. He moved forward just a little, your legs still resting across his lap. He leaned in, as if he would steal a kiss. Stronger than his intrusive thoughts, though, was his curiosity. He thought you were beautiful immediately upon seeing you at his door. Yet, you had never given him the chance to truly get a good look at your features. You always looked away or cast your head downwards out of the raw shyness that you excused as professionalism. He knew you were interested. You didn’t do a very good job hiding your own extra glances or lip biting whenever you caught him sweaty from dance practice or just lounging about in the gray sweatpants that appeared to be your favorite. He knew that seeing his hands closely and feeling them against you, even just briefly in innocently excused contact, did something to you. You’d swallow and your lips would tighten whenever his fingertips grazed you when handing you something. All of the tiny notes Baekhyun made in his head amounted to an encyclopedia of you. More and more, he wanted to know what made you tick.

But no. He didn’t kiss you then. Rather than be the daring man he wish he’d be sometimes, Baekhyun was as gentle and observant as he always was. He took a mental picture. Hopefully this won’t be his last. Hopefully this won’t be his last time being this close to you. And hopefully, the next time he is, it is under better circumstances.

A knock on the door made your eyes open and him retreat.

“I’ll go get that.” Baekkhyun rose and went to the door.

“Wait, I have to hide!” You said antsy and afraid of the delivery personnel recognizing you on the couch. You made a dash to his bedroom and shut the door behind you. You pressed your ear to the door and listened to the polite exchange between Baekhyun and the employee. While you eavesdropped, your eyes swept the room. Soon, they were glued to the corner of the room where you spotted various silk neck scarves sloppily piled on his nightstand. They were your favorite accessory; you couldn’t help but move closer to them and inspect their prints. You picked one up and admired the artwork on this fine fabric, you caught the tag, shocked to see the Hermes brand name. It was beautiful, but you understood that you would never be able to have such nice things. You picked up another, in awe of the quality and intricacies.

Baekhyun interrupted your inspection with the opening of the door and the announcement that the coast is clear. Embarrassed, you quickly put down the scarf you were holding and walked toward the door.

“Sorry, coming now,” you said hoping you didn’t get caught.

But alas, he said, “Were you looking at the scarves?”

Timidly, you responded, “Yes, for a bit. They caught my eye. You have a very nice collection. I love silk scarves.” Baekhyun caught the twinkle in your eye.

“Oh yeah?”

You gave a nod and were about to slip out the doorway until he spoke again.

“Which one is your favorite?” Baekhyun walked to the side of the bed that the nightstand and scarves were by. He patted the space next to him for you to join him.

“Well...” You began, taking a seat and properly looking at them all as he laid them out between you.

You thought about it, taking another look at the two you already had your hands on and observing all the others. Eventually, you concluded that the Carre Libre scarf was your favorite.

“I love the palette and the quirky little drawings are adorable.” You touched it along its edging. “The stitchwork on it is impeccable as well.”

Baekhyun smiled and picked it up before leaning closer to tie it around your neck. Your eyes went large at the gesture. He made the perfect knot.

“Maybe I want my housekeeper to look like a flight attendant today,” he joked.

You cracked a smile amidst how bashful you felt. Every time the corners of your mouth raised, he felt like he won the lottery.

“You can have it.”

“Oh no, I could never.” You reached up to untie the beautiful fabric. He grabbed your hands and held them in his, down at your lap. You felt your cheeks heat up at the feeling of his big hands around yours. They were warm and soft and you wanted to remember them forever.

“Keep it. In fact, I want that to be part of your uniform now. Wear it every day that you come to see me,” Baekhyun paused, “I mean, every day that you come to see my suite.”

He remembered then, that, no matter how much he enjoyed his time with you, he still couldn’t make any real assumptions about how you felt about him. He knew that ultimately, you were a hard worker with a strong work ethic. There were those extra glances and lingering stares that made Baekhyun feel like he had a chance, but in this moment, his nerves cropped up. All your attentiveness towards him could very well just be you doing your job passionately. Either way, he wanted to reward you. He wanted you to know that to him, you were special.

“Right. Okay then.” You ended with a nervous giggle. You got up to look in the bedroom’s mirror. You were beaming at the new addition to your work uniform. You really liked it. More than you wanted to admit. He came up to stand behind you and if you had dared to move your eyes away from yourself in the reflection, you would have seen his doting gaze on you.

“Thank you, Baekhyun.”

He loved seeing you happy and had a satisfied grin of his own.

“Let’s eat,” he said taking your hand into his and seating you, this time, at the dining table.

You both dig into the pasta dishes, enjoying the cuisine and the company.

You didn’t get what you asked for, but he surely gave you what you wanted: the nicer things that you never let yourself have. It was a common theme in your interactions; you were professional to a fault, and he loosened your collar of austerity.

He had truly decoded you, having a sense of which of your “No’s” really meant “Yes.”

He made space for you in this bed of luxury that you were always making and tending to, but never rested in. You allowed each other to escape. You from your tax bracket and mundanity, him from his loneliness.

Just before the end of your shift, you left his room with a new gifted accessory and a smile that was impossible to wipe off your face. He bid you goodbye at the door, and just out of the corner of your view, Gloria was just walking past that hallway. She halted her steps to observe the exchange of “goodnights” between you two. Not only did she catch the looks of longing, but also the neck scarf you’re sporting. Just then, you touched it and thanked him for it one last time before turning to head to the elevator down the hallway near Gloria.

Gloria briskly made her way to the door to the stairwell, not wanting to be caught seeing your interaction. She smiled to herself, rooting for your newfound spark, and ultimately, your happiness.

You went home last night with a full belly and an even fuller heart, swollen with feelings for the young gentleman whose suite has been in your care for the past couple of weeks. You got dressed in your uniform this Friday morning in the locker room. It went as usual: the garter belt, the thigh highs, the skirt and blouse. You were just about to shut your locker and begin your day until the corner of a soft black fabric that peaked out of your purse caught your eye. How could you forget the special new addition? You tied it around your neck, just how Baekhyun did it for you.

“Good morning,” Gloria said, startling you in the middle of your knot. She came in so quietly, you didn’t even notice. Or were your thoughts too loud and happened to drown out the world around you?

“Hi! Good morning,” you said a bit shaken. You saw her eyes flicker to the silk that decorated your neck. “Oh, yeah. It’s new!” You said nervously while giving your hair a quick smooth over before shutting the locker door. You rushed to leave, not wanting any room for her to pry for more details.

“You look pretty.” Gloria yelled the sweet affirmation before you dashed out the door.

You turned back and ran to give her a hug. She welcomed the embrace and you felt the icy guilt melt off of your weary heart. You pulled away and looked back at your friend of 10 years. She recognized a light in you that she hadn’t seen in a long time. No words were spoken. She knew, but didn’t feel the need to say anything and you were relieved she didn’t. This whole time, you’ve felt captive to your own thoughts and just needed to express your happiness to someone else—somehow, some way. The physical connection of a hug did just that. You weren’t ready to speak about it out loud yet, no, that would make it too real. You wanted to spend just a little more time wading in the privacy of you and Baekhyun’s secret bond.

“Go, go. Your shift is starting,” Gloria said while ushering you out.

You finally made it out, and this time, without anxiety. You feel free. Free in your thoughts, free in your feelings, free in your desires.

Right then, you realized that these two very important things are true:

You could still be a great housekeeper. In fact, you were a great housekeeper.

And like Gloria said on day one, you could still have your fun.

+++

Baekhyun saw you that morning. Actually, he watched you. He loved the sight of you going about your day wearing something that he gave you. He wanted it to last forever. Too bad he had his own errands to run before you were done.

He bid a farewell to you and took a long look at you while you reached and dusted behind the TV. You were distracted by the dust bunnies while he was distracted at the curve of your body as you unconsciously stuck out your ass, leaning forward.

He didn’t wait a moment longer to finally leave for the elevator. It occurred to him that, despite you not wearing a ring on your finger, you could still be in a relationship. What if he was getting his hopes up when you were already taken all along? He felt guilty about that extra glance at you he just took. Rather than guilty, really, he felt frustrated. Each day you walked in there looking absolutely beautiful. You and him were so close yet still so far apart. He felt like he was looking at you through glass. The only way he could break it is if he knew for sure if you were already in a relationship. Baekhyun was bold but not bold enough to ask you that straight to your face.

Good thing that on his way out, he ran into your number one confidant in the hotel in the lobby.

She also happened to be alone, restocking the amenities and refreshments. This was his chance.

“Hi, you're... Gloria, right?” He asked after recognizing her from the altercation the prior day.

“Who's asking?” She replied sassily though picked up on his sincerity.

“My name is Byun Baekhyun, I'm staying up in the penthouse.”

“I know,” Gloria replied without pausing to look at him.

“Well, I just wanted to ask about your coworker,” Baekhyun began.

Gloria paused and finally looked up at him with a raised brow. She asked if it was you, with a knowing smile.

Baekhyun gave a bashful nod. “How'd you know?”

“What do you want to know, Mr. Byun?”

She made her way to the coffee machines to change the filters.

“Well, umm...” Baekhyun followed to keep up. “Do you know if...” He trailed off, suddenly unconfident in his delivery and the question itself. He realized how odd it could sound.

“Do I know if she's in a relationship?” Gloria finished for him.

Baekhyun let out a puff of air before pursing his lips and letting out a terse, “Yes.”

Gloria grinned, tossing the old filters away as Baekhyun trailed behind her like a puppy.

“You don't want to ask her yourself, Mr. Byun?”

“This is just easier, but I understand if—”

“No, Mr. Byun.” Gloria met his eyes. “She is not in a relationship.”

Baekhyun tried to stifle his smile but failed.

Gloria warned, “I will say it's been a while. She divorced her husband four years ago after he cheated on her.”

Baekhyun's smile was softened with a look of solemnity.

“Have fun, make her happy, she deserves it. Just, don't hurt her.”

“You have my word, Gloria. Thank you.”

Baekhyun continued his way out the revolving doors of the hotel to get on with his day. But now, he carried on with renowned motivation. Now, he knew that he had a future Mrs. Byun to court.

+++

Baekhyun returned that afternoon. He visited his room to scribble a quick note before poking his head throughout the lobby to find Gloria. After looking around for a few minutes—checking the lounge, the billiards room, the coffee bar, Gloria finally appeared from the depths of the “employee only” section double doors, pushing the familiar cart of supplies and linens.

He beamed upon spotting her. And she, she was confused.

“So, we meet again,” Baekhyun teased.

“What now? Are you curious about where she lives? Sorry, you’re not getting that much info.”

He chuckled. “You really know how to make me laugh.”

“Yes. I’m known to be funny,” Gloria gave a cheeky shrug. “What do you need Mr. Byun?”

“A favor. A big favor. Do you mind leaving this note somewhere in the back where she’ll find it?”

Gloria looked down at the paper he was referring to and saw your name written on it. Her eyes switched back up to his pleading ones.

“Again, you don’t want to deliver or say it to her yourself?”

“Please, pretty please,” he pestered and pouted in front of the busy employee that had little patience for antics.

“Fine,” Gloria said with a playful eyeroll as she took the paper from him.

She left her cart to the side to turn around and make a quick visit to the back. Baekhyun didn’t forget to show Gloria his appreciation for all her help. While Gloria was away, he slipped a $100 bill onto her cart and disappeared before she could return and thank him.

Indeed, you found the note at the end of your shift, wedged in the closure of your locker door. It was a hotel-branded memo sheet folded in half with your name on the outside. You couldn’t pin whose handwriting it was.

You opened it up to read its contents.

This Saturday night – yep, tomorrow – you busy?

Meet me at Dokseodang Children’s Park. 9:30pm.

He wrote his phone number as well. And next to it read,

Text me yes or no.

I want to show you something pretty... besides yourself, of course.

-Baekhyun

There it was again. Pretty.

Even without being in front of you, he could make your cheeks heat up just like that. You wondered how he was so forgetful of your age. It’s not that difficult to see. You didn’t find yourself ugly, but you certainly were not the conventional definition of pretty when that is typically ascribed to those more youthful than you. Not to mention, Baekhyun is a celebrity himself who is in social circles filled with others of his demographic—including female counterparts. Surely, he must be more attracted to them than you.

You sat down on a nearby bench and stared at the note in your hand.

You looked at the location again. Dokseodang Children’s Park. You had a general idea of where it could be but pulled out your phone to check. It’s not too far, just on the east side of Hannam. Doable. You don’t really know much about the area outside of the hotel property. UN Village was as exclusive as it got. You, as someone living off the salary of a housekeeper, had no business occupying the same spaces as the wealthiest socialites in the entire country.

You kept your phone out to give him the answer he awaited. You typed in his newly given number and even made a contact for him in your phone. You had a feeling this wouldn’t be the only time you’d message him. For practical reasons, of course—or so you told yourself. You reasoned that you might need to text him to let him know once you’ve arrived at the destination. Moving forward with the text message, you typed in the three-letter word that opened the door to your first outing in a long time. You had many questions on your mind but none of them made you want to text the sweet man “no.”

After confirming your willingness to go, you were left with the most pressing question of all.

“What will I even wear?”

Alone, nervous, but excited, you walked up the hill under the night sky. You saw the gate of the park coming into your vision. You felt the light wind swirl around you, giving your hair a refreshing tousle as you made your way up. Late that afternoon, you scoured your small closet for something appropriate. You knew it’d be nighttime and currently, it was the middle of July. To dress properly for both the hot summer air and the chance of a moonlit breeze, you wore a sundress and a cardigan. When you came across it in your closet, it was shoved all the way in the corner. You hadn’t worn this dress in years—not that you had much of a reason to. Your weekends were filled with grocery shopping and other humdrum errands. Who knew that you’d be in it again. It was perfect.

You had no car of your own to drive, but luckily it wasn’t too out of bounds. It was just 10 minutes away from the hotel. This allowed you to follow your usual daily commute for the better portion of your journey. You rounded the corner, just about to face the park, and spotted a single grey Porsche parked on the side of the street. You were about to walk past it when suddenly, its driver’s side door opened. Out stepped Baekhyun.

He wore a smile as he shut the door. He even began to greet you with a gentle, “Hi.” But upon giving you a better look as you approached him, the word that should have exited his ajar mouth never did and he stood there in a stare.

“Hi, Baekhyun.” You spoke first.

He closed his mouth and cleared his throat. “Hi! Um, I’m really happy to see you.” He stumbled over his words a bit, nervously scratching the back of his head.

Where was that diamond-plated sense of confidence he always had? You wondered. You chuckled at his cuteness, nonetheless.

“I’m sorry, you just look really beautiful.” He confessed, “I mean, you always do. Even in your uniform at the hotel. But, seeing you out of it, you, you look great.”

You hoped the foundation you wore was opaque enough to hide the natural blush that he always had a knack of giving you.

He finally walked over to your side and took your hand.

“Follow me.” He led you deeper into the park’s premises, to the farthest end towards the city.

Your hand felt so small wrapped within his larger one. It was warm and soft—just like the other day while you two looked at the scarves. You reflected on how much of a whirlwind your relationship is. This all happened so quickly. Too bad that in another two weeks, it will end just as fast. Baekhyun will no longer be in your care. You would no longer have a reason to see him. The month would be over and you’d be on to your next assignment. You looked down as you were in your thoughts. But him stopping in his tracks took you out of them. You looked up from the concrete beneath your feet to see the vast view of all of Seoul. The skyscrapers were brightly lit, and the water of the Han River glimmered as it reflected the lights of the bridge above.

You covered your mouth with your hand in awe at the beautiful city lights that decorated your sight. “This is amazing,” you said with glee.

“I’m glad you like it,” he returned an equal smile. “This is my favorite spot in all of UN Village.”

“Thank you for showing me.”

You two stood, enjoying the summer air and the illuminated cityscape. It was peaceful just being beside him and enjoying nature.

“Can I ask you a question?” You posed, breaking the comfortable silence.

“Of course.”

“Is this a date?” It came out your mouth timidly.

Baekhyun looked away for a moment. His eyes shifted left and right as concerns flooded his head.

“Does it not feel like one? I’m sorry! I just couldn’t make any reservations in time since I decided on this pretty last minute, and my schedule is tight. There aren’t many places I can go without being noticed as well so I—” You cut off his rambling with a kiss on the cheek. Now it was his turn to blush.

“I love it Baekhyun, I just... wanted to be sure. I’m still not sure, actually. I believe you but it still just doesn’t make any sense.”

“What doesn’t make sense?”

“Well,” you thought for a moment about how to explain yourself. You pondered what the right words were to express the mental turmoil you had been experiencing these past couple of weeks. You wouldn’t have to think long, though, because he vocalized it for you.

“What? Me being interested in someone that’s older than me?” He looked to you with raised eyebrows.

You nodded, looking to him for the answer that you were desperately curious about.

“I don’t really have anything to say to that. I just am.” He spoke with a straight face.

“Well wouldn’t you be interested in someone that is as famous and has money, like yourself?” It all felt a bit foolish. This connection between you two was real but at the same time not very grounded in reality.

“I don’t need someone with money, trust me, I have enough of my own.”

“Baekhyun, that’s not what I meant. I just—”

He grabbed your hand and pressed it against the left of his chest. You felt how warm he was from over the cotton of his shirt. Not only warmth did you feel. The steady beat of a vital organ pulsed onto your hand.

He pointedly looked into your eyes as he spoke.

“Listen to me. All I need is someone who I enjoy spending time with. You are that person. All I need is someone that I love making happy, that I love to make smile. You are that person. And my goodness, don’t you dare ever question my attraction to you again because you have no idea how hard it is for me to keep my hands to myself when I’m around you. I want you.”

You gazed at him in wonder. Speechless from his heartfelt confessional.

“I want you because I want you. You are enough and will always be enough. You know why?" He moved closer to you, taking a hold of your chin between his thumb and forefinger. “I don’t feel alone when I’m with you. I'm around so many people day in and day out, yet you were the only one who made me feel like I was more than my job.”

He made his feelings known and he kissed you. His lips pressing softly onto yours as he pressed you against the banister behind you. You had nowhere to go but to accept his passion and release your own that you had been smothering. You kissed back. Eager. Your arms flew up onto his shoulders and pulled him even closer. His tongue prodded at your lips to which you gladly accepted. The kiss deepened; your waist was gripped tightly in his grasp. The fabric of your dress was thin; only a slim layer separated you from his hot touch.

You were on fire already. He detached his lips from yours, taking heavy breaths. It didn’t take long for his lips to return. This time, on your neck. You threaded his hair through your fingertips and gave a slight, pleasurable tug on the tufts of hair. His lips latched hungrily onto the sensitive skin, feigning for your moans. You felt him smirk against you whenever he earned a whimper.

The wind assisted in revealing the skin of your décolletage—the air blew your cardigan back. Your skin was showcased beautifully, kissed by the moonlight. Baekhyun took advantage, making sure to trail the assaults to your skin down to the swell of your chest. At the top of your bosom, he pulled back to admire you and your new marks. Your chest heaved up and down, catching your breath from the intimate contact. His eyes were lustful and locked onto your covered breasts. The thin fabric did nothing to conceal your pert nipples that were behind it. His hands wanted to raise from your sides to cup your breasts into his own hands. But instead, he dropped them and let go. The will of restraint came over him.

“I’m sorry, I got a little carried away.”

You giggled, breathless, but happy. “I didn’t mind.”

He cradled your face in his hand and stroked a thumb across your cheek.

“Thank you for meeting me here. Thank you for listening to me.” He spoke honestly and tucked hair behind your ear. The corners of your mouth pulled up for the umpteenth time that night.

“There’s that smile. That’s what I’m here for,” he said satisfied.

Your lips made room for a full, toothy smile. You playfully hit his chest.

“Well, thank you for sharing this with me. This place and this moment. It means a lot.”

You two walked hand in hand away from the park.

“Did you walk here?”

“Yeah, from the bus stop near the hotel.”

“Is it okay if I drive you home?”

You gave a nod and followed him to his car. He opened the passenger side door for you, and you got comfortable in the pristine leather seats. It still had that new car smell and the interior was impressive with blue mood lighting along the dashboard. Wow was all you could think.

After putting your address in the GPS, you two were on your way. Somewhere along the journey, his hand took a rest on your thigh as he got comfortable into the route. Of course it felt sexy, but it also felt securing and protective. Baekhyun was so many things at once and if you were going to survive, you were going to have to get used to it.

Eventually, the drive came to an end and Baekhyun walked you to your door. He didn’t let you go without a final, sweet, parting kiss. Your legs felt like Jello. The whole night had been so simple yet so romantic; exactly what you needed as a first date after being single for so long. He made you feel comfortable.

Once you got inside, you rested against the door with giddiness that had still not worn away. You were certain were not going to get much sleep.

It was the start of a new week after the glorious weekend you had. Mondays weren’t always chipper, but you had renewed energy in your step. It only got better when you opened the door of your apartment to leave and found a surprise waiting at your feet.

A bouquet of 50 red roses in a glass vase sat on the concrete. A note was slid into the base that read, “I had a lovely time on Saturday. Hope you like them. - B.”

It goes without saying that you made it to work with a smile on your face. After fixing your beloved neck scarf in place, you even took the time to put on some lipstick. Right in the middle of your application of the creamy cosmetic, Gloria greeted you, bearing not so exciting news.

“Ready for the annual training orientation?” She asked rhetorically, equally as displeased.

“God. It’s already that time of year again?”

There it was. Annual training orientation day—mandatory for all staff. It was in the company’s policy that everyone completes an annual in-service to refresh them on their knowledge of the protocol and how to handle emergency situations. This was all important, practical stuff; just not what you had in mind for the day. Technically, it was just two hours long, but it always held up the entire shift, making you busier than usual later on. All services were on hold for the first two hours while everyone was in the training and all guests at the hotel were usually notified by notices placed on their door.

You and Gloria both sighed and headed to the conference room to get the training session over with.

“Whatever you do, don’t yawn. I did that last year and Ms. Park looked like she wanted to kill me,” Gloria joked.

The orientation began and you did your best to at least look like you were in tune to what was being said. Nothing is new, it’s been the same procedure every year and this was over your tenth time sitting through it. Gloria looks around the conference to see if she could spot where your boss was, alas, Ms. Park was nowhere to be seen.

The lecturer, after expressing gratitude for the employees’ attendance, announced, “Sadly, Housekeeping and Lifestyle Director Ms. Park could not make it to the session today, but I’m sure she has trust in all of her employees to take in the information well.”

You and Gloria exchanged mischievous looks as you both plotted a plan to escape the snooze-fest of an orientation. There was no one to stop you, even if they caught you sneaking out.

After the lecturer was turned around to advance the slides on the projector screen, you both took the chance. You joined Gloria in quietly jogging out of the room, incontrollable giggles escaped you in the childish act.

“Wow, I can’t believe you actually ditched that with me,” Gloria to you said proudly.

You’re equally shocked at your own actions. You laughed along while grabbing your cart to sneak away and do your usual duties for Baekhyun. It hit you then. Would you really have done that before Baekhyun?

+++

That Monday morning for Baekhyun went differently. When he came back from his 8 a.m. run and saw the notice on his door about kitchen and housekeeping services being paused until the afternoon to accommodate annual training measures, he was disheartened. A pout adorned his sweaty face. No new towels—not that he needed them yet, no fresh bedding—didn't need that either, and no you—something he absolutely needed. Though he still had the opportunity to see you later, it felt like every hour, every minute counted. He wouldn’t be staying at the hotel forever; he wanted to take advantage of every given opportunity to be around you.

He made his way into his suite with a sigh but went on with his routine. He showered and found himself back in bed, bored out of his mind. He didn’t have the kitchen staff available to entertain him with a meal either. Baekhyun was alone. He even turned on rain sounds through his speaker in an effort to make himself sleepy and take an unneeded nap, though it was no use. He tossed and turned; sleep wouldn’t take him. He finally lay on his back and looked up at the ceiling. Though he didn’t have much to do, there was still lots to think about.

Specifically, thoughts of you painted his mind. He wished he could have seen your face when you saw the flowers that morning. He hoped he made you happy. You certainly made him happy. Next, flashbacks of Saturday night appeared behind his closed eyes. The wind through your hair, your infectious smile and tantalizing gaze. But most of all, the kiss. That amazingly captivating kiss you two shared that he needed pull back from or else. Baekhyun thought about your lips, your tongue, and recalled what he did with his own mouth, to you. He wondered if those love bites he left would still be visible on your skin. And what a dangerous thought that was, it only made him want to see you more. He was frustrated and without relief. Before he knew it, an erection pressed against the top of pants.

Usually, he staved off any solo sessions unless he was in the shower. He never liked having the do not disturb sign on the door because he never wanted to miss any of your visits. But that also meant that freely being exposed at any random time during the day was off-limits.

That morning, too, there was no do not disturb sign on the handle, but did that matter? Baekhyun pondered the situation at hand. There would be at least two more hours that you were away attending the training orientation. He couldn’t request you to be there even if he wanted to. This was a guaranteed two hours of no visitors.

His hand slowly drifted to his crotch to palm at the growing bulge. With the reassurance he gave himself that no one would enter, he continued to let his thoughts run wild.

He thought about the way your breasts looked in the dress you wore that so perfectly draped over your curves.

He thought about the swell of your breasts and how he wished he kept taking his bites lower and lower.

Then, your waist that fit so nicely in his grasp.

It was all a little too much and he finally decided to take himself out. With his eyes closed and his mind projecting the teasing mental images he took of you that night, he surrendered to the growing hunger that you gave him.

+++

You pushed your cart down the hallway to Baekhyun’s suite, still fueled by the excitement of your great escape. You met his door and saw that unlike the others, his no longer had a notice on it. “He must have gotten the word,” you said to yourself. This meant he wasn’t expecting you at all, but you were more than happy to give him a surprise. All you wanted in this moment was to see him.

With that, you delayed no further and went ahead opening the door. Immediately, you were met with the sound of...rain. Strange, you thought. You quickly peered out the windows across the space and saw that it was as sunny as it was when you left the house is morning. You pieced together that he must be playing those sounds himself. So, where is the man in question? You didn’t see him in the open concept kitchen and living room space that you were in. You softly walked towards the bedroom and gradually, the sound of the pitter-pattering rain got louder and louder. Your detective hat could be put away now since you figured he was playing those rain sounds to help him fall asleep. You’ve had nights like that yourself; a little audio aid doesn’t hurt. Of course, it was the morning, but knowing his schedule, it was totally plausible that he was up all night practicing or preparing for something as he usually was.

You pouted a bit at the circumstances. You went out of your way, committed a scandalous act that broke the company’s policy (though you knew there were no real concerns about it), and it seemed all for nought. He was definitely asleep and you definitely didn’t want to wake him up from his precious time of rest. He deserved it.

You were about to leave but decided to get one peek at him before you went. You could still get your wish to see him—even if you couldn’t interact with him. Since the bedroom door was open, it wouldn’t be too difficult to get an innocent peek at his sleeping face.

You made your way to the bedroom from the left, careful to not make too much noise and disturb his sleep. You rested a hand on a mounted shelf on the wall and leaned over to the right to get your coveted peek at him.

Nothing could have prepared you for what you witnessed. You gasped deeply at the sight.

You got your wish. You got to see him. That’s for sure.

Except, nothing was innocent about this sight.

It was wrong. You knew it was wrong to stay and look, but you couldn’t keep your eyes away. You stood there and watched. You watched his hand slide up and down is attentive cock that you had only imagined until this point. What you fantasized it to be was trumped by the real sight of it. You saw him throw his head backward with his mouth ajar. He mouthed silent curses as he worked himself with his eyes closed. Whatever it was that was driving his actions was all in his head. Just then, if you weren’t mistaken, you could have sworn your name left his lips. Your eyes had open even wider. Once more, the unmistakable sound of each syllable of your name fell out of his mouth as he grunted in pleasure.

You staggered in place and the hand that had rested on the mounted shelf moved a bit too much, causing you to knock over a book. It fell to the floor with a thud.

Shit.

Baekhyun immediately halted his movements and whipped his head in your direction. You jumped out of view of the bedroom, knowing for certain that had alerted him of your presence. Rather than fully retreat, you decided to stay by the doorway, and to just keep still and quiet. You told yourself it was best that way—totally not because you were making an excuse to continue watching him, of course.

Baekhyun indeed noted the sound and your attempts at stealth were in vain. He knew good and well that he was not alone. The corner of his mouth pulled up for a moment, but he thought it’d be best to keep a straight face for his next actions. Baekhyun felt like a pervert but couldn’t deny himself the opportunity to toy with you. At first, he just continued pleasuring himself as he had been, except this time, he made sure to let out any and all explicit moans and groans that naturally came about.

With no reserve, he audibly expressed his pleasure with each stroke. He audibly expressed the object of his lust as well. Your name, candy-coated in desire, dripped from his lips within the mix of “ah’s” and “oh’s.” The shock and shame you felt began to twist into something more enjoyable. You let out a deep breath, happy that it appeared you didn’t completely blow your cover. Indisputably, you were a voyeur in this scenario. A voyeur who couldn’t help but get wet at what she gazed upon. You bit your lip as you felt warmth begin to stir within you.

Baekhyun had enough of putting on a show on his own; he wanted a special audience member to join his play.

While continuing his movements, he spoke out confidently, “You know, it’s rude to stare.”

You panicked and frantically made the moves to leave after being caught. You took steps back to remove yourself from the room, from this scene that you only meant to witness and not participate in—to the hallway, to the safety of your cart, to the comfort of solitude. Baekhyun caught wind of this, hearing your feet shuffle away on the marble floor.

He warned you, “Don't try to leave. You have to stay. If you don't,” he stressed his last words, “I’ll report you.”

You knew Baekhyun would never put you in such a dangerous situation. Rather than a threat, it was permission to surrender. All you wanted, all you needed, was a reason. A reason to keep you there with him—and you got it. Your steps had ceased, feet no longer helping you escape your own desire—nor his.

“Good girl,” he said with a dark chuckle. “Now come here.”

The low, stony tone of his voice made you melt.

Your mind swarmed with possibilities. What does he want with me?

“Are you really going to make me wait?” He urged you to come to him.

You made hesitant steps closer and closer to the entry of his bedroom.

“Baekhyun, please, I apologize, I only came to bring you more linens,” you spoke as you entered, not meeting his eyes. You looked everywhere else in that beautiful penthouse bedroom besides the man who occupied it. He was sitting up on the side of the bed. At least, at this point he had put himself away. You felt both grateful and disappointed.

“Oh, is that so?” He paused, enjoying your timid appearance. “Shouldn’t you be at the training orientation? I saw a notice on my door this morning. You shouldn’t even be here, should you?”

He was absolutely right. There was no reason for you to be there. There was no excuse but your own selfish desire to see him. Your guilty form remained silent.

“In fact,” he continued, “didn’t the announcement say it was mandatory?” His words with his gaze bore a hole in you. “Why aren’t you there?”

You looked up at the ceiling for the universe to bless you with an answer to salvage your dignity. Alas, none appeared. He patted his thigh for you to sit.

“Come here.” You obeyed without protest, slowly lowering yourself down onto his lap. If you moved too far to the right, you could feel his still-active erection against your bottom.

He tucked a piece of hair behind your ear, and you closed your eyes. You loved his touch, no matter how simple. His hand lingered on your hair, softly smoothing it in a petting motion as he continued his interrogation.

“So, tell me, why are you here?”

Your eyes were shifty but forced to focus once he took a finger under your chin to turn you towards him. For the first time that morning, you faced Baekhyun. You looked at his features that were just twisted in bliss some moments ago.

“Because I wanted to see you.” You answered honestly with shame.

He smiled a full grin. “You missed me so much you broke the rules, huh? I’m honored, Ms. Professionalism,” he said cheekily.

You smiled as you looked down at your hands. Things have changed.

He admired you for a moment, taking in your lipstick and beloved scarf.

“How could I have let you go out that door? Especially not when you made yourself so pretty today.” His thumb stroked your bottom lip. “Did you put this on for me?”

You nodded wordlessly and the look of lust re-darkened his face as he stared at your lips.

“Did you like what you saw, you know, as you were waiting to... give me more linens?”

Your head went up and down again as you looked into his eyes, hanging onto every word. His hand took a hold of your side, pulling you closer into him.

“What is it that you used to call me before I told you to call me by my first name?”

“Umm,” you hesitated because, is the answer to his question really that simple? You only ever remembered calling him by his last name before that.

He tightened his grip on your waist and latched his teeth to your lobe, giving a teasing bite to the tiny bit of flesh. You couldn’t help your labored breaths, nor the whine that escaped once you felt his tongue graze that same spot.

He whispered, “What. Did. You. Call. Me?” Each word articulated directly into your ear, accompanied by the soft puffs of his warm breath added fuel to the fire that blazed in your hot core.

“Mr. Byun.”

He gave a cold chuckle. “Good girl,” he praised. You whimpered at the pet name. You relished the approval. There he was, younger yet in command. A guest in your expert, seasoned care, yet so easily, he had you wrapped around his finger.

You were more than turned on by this new side of him, but really, it’s not out of nowhere. Though Mr. Byun is typically bubbly and lighthearted, Mr. Byun had always done what he wanted, taken what he wanted—ever since that champagne you shared. His current grip on you said no different.

Soon though, you were free.

Baekhyun let go and told you to stand up. He requested with waiting eyes, “Undress for me.”

You hadn’t done anything in years. You’d been single and busy; there were little opportunities to make meaningful connections here at your job. So, when you were told to step out of your uniform, out of your perfectly tailored daily armor, to be subject to this wealthy, younger man’s gaze who is probably used to fitter, tighter bodies, you shrunk back.

Baekhyun could sense the type of thoughts that swarmed in your head. He saw your hand drop from the zipper it was holding—just about to unzip your skirt—to instead clasp your other hand in front of yourself.

“You’re beautiful,” he said before standing up to hold your face in his hands. He pressed a soft kiss to your forehead. “I like everything about you.” He backed you up to the bed and laid you onto the plush covers. He found space to join you in between your legs. “Can I show you just how much?” He ended the question with a kiss on your cheek as he hovered you. He cleared away your face once more tucking hair behind your ear. You shivered at the sensation, quickly becoming reminded just how sensitive your ears were. He acknowledged your reaction and rubbed along the contour of your ear, making your eyes flutter close. He grinned in fascination before rejoining his lips with yours. He craved learning everything about you, including your erogenous zones.

Staring down at your needy form beneath him, he knew how badly you wanted this. Still, your nerves were evident and loud. Baekhyun wanted to help you relax.

The first thing he removed from you was your neck scarf. He quickly examined its length and looked satisfied. You cocked an eyebrow in curiosity.

“If you can’t stand to see me,” Baekhyun began while holding the neck scarf over your eyes and making a knot at the back of your head, “...just feel me.”

He crashed his lips onto yours, drawing a suppressed moan from your needy lips. You whimpered at the sudden warmth. All you had wanted to do since your date was feel his lips again. Finally. Open-mouthed kisses trailed to your neck; he replaced Saturday’s faded bruises with fresh ones. With each kiss he pressed against your skin, your insecurity melted away. With each moan you gave, his concern dissipated. Visions of red clouded his view.

He wanted you. Mr. Byun wanted you and you wanted him and maybe that was enough.

He unfastened the buttons of your blouse and the back of your bra. Your breasts were cupped and kneaded. Your moans intensified as he gave each of your nipples a kiss. His hands lowered to your hips, and he hiked up the fabric of your skirt to expose your undergarments. Feeling along the length of your leg, he took in the smooth texture of your stockings. His eyes drifted up to your garter that held everything in place.

“Fuck,” he breathed out. The garments framed your legs so well, in such a sexy way. “You have no idea how badly I’ve wanted to see these up close.”

He descended to your feet and removed each of your shoes. Your loafers hit the floor with weight. Kisses were placed at the top your foot and one by one, traveled up your leg. The pure intimacy made you squirm. He reached your thigh and unclipped the straps of your garter before hooking a finger into the side of your panties and sliding them down.

You sucked in a breath, your wet heat exposed to the air.

“Oh baby, looks like you want this just as bad as I do,” he said assured as he observed the glistening wetness of your entrance.

“Yes,” you whined.

“Yes, what?”

“Yes, Mr. Byun.”

He was holding your face again. In your world of darkness, you felt his palm on the side of your cheek. This time, though, he prodded his thumb at your lips. You accepted it, swirling your tongue around the digit before softly sucking. You couldn’t see, but Baekhyun’s eyes rolled back, barely able to withstand his cock that ached in his pants—still untouched since you entered the room.

He slid it out of your lips and brought it down to your clit. His lubricated thumb easily rubbed tight circles onto your bud. You wriggled beneath his touch, forcing him to hold your hips down in place. He hooked his arms from under your bent legs and sunk down into the bed. He faced your cunt directly to get a taste.

You felt the intense unexpected warmth of his tongue slide along your pussy as he continued to massage your clit. You gasped and grabbed a fistful of his hair. Your blindfolded state left you perpetually in wonder of what would come next.

Baekhyun moaned at your taste and the feel of your grip on him. “You taste so good,” he exhaled. His licks were accompanied by occasional plunges of his tongue inside of you that made your back arch. Your moans and trembles eventually gave notice of your closeness to the edge. The edge that he wasn’t ready for you to fall off of yet. He removed his mouth much to your dismay.

You whined in protest.

“Shhh, baby. I’ll give you something even better.”

You bit your lip in anticipation as you heard him remove clothing and toss it to the floor.

Just then, you felt something warm and firm probe your entrance teasingly. You opened your legs wider, knowing it was his cock that you had waited so long to feel. His cock that you had fantasized about so many nights and now, he wields it to taunt you.

Baekhyun looked down at his tip getting coated in your arousal, wanting more, wanting to feel you completely, yet having too much fun making you squirm.

“Say please,” he demanded with unwavering authority.

Your bottom lip quivered before muttering a soft, “Please.”

He slid his cock up and down your slit, still not entering you, still not satisfied with your plea.

“Mr. Byun. Please. Mr. Byun, fuck me right now. Please just—”

He stole your words with the long-awaited sensation of his shaft penetrating your folds. You let out a loud cry instead. You thanked god he was the only guest on this floor. The quick snaps of his hips drew out lengthy moans as you grabbed onto his shoulders to ground yourself. It had been so long since you had someone in you, and your fingers just didn’t compare. He stretched you out so deliciously, you couldn’t help the endless moans that escaped.

Baekhyun released groans of his own. He couldn’t believe how perfectly warm and wet you felt wrapped around him. Looking down at you and your bouncing breasts that jostled with each of his thrusts was almost too much. He fucked you without mercy.

Your legs shook around him as the pleasure coursed through you. You saw sparks within your self-contained darkness. Taking away your sight heightened your other senses. You felt each time Baekhyun tightened his hold on your waist. You tasted the remnants of coffee on his breath you kissed in the midst of your feverish romp. You heard each of his desperate pants as his thrusts became sloppier.

You were no better, beginning to rake your nails down his back from the intensity of his carnal desire. It began to feel overwhelming. You were coming to your peak.

He rabidly tore the makeshift blindfold off of you. Baekhyun lost it, seeing your eyes, the full fucked-out expression on your face that he gave you. Your eyes welled up with tears until you closed them from pleasure, spilling them onto your blushed cheeks.

“Mr. Byun, I-I...” You attempted to announce your orgasm, but coherent thought was impossible.

“Baekhyun is here baby, it’s ok. Let go for me,” he coaxed, smoothing his thumb across your cheek as he held your precious face.

With a scream of his name, you felt yourself come undone. Your body shuddered beneath him.

Baekhyun leaned down to plant one last love bite onto your well-decorated neck as he groaned darkly into your ear. He pulled away to look at your face. You looked up at him with half-lidded eyes, languid and recovering from your climax.

Reaching a hand up to thread your fingers through his hair and giving those soft tugs he loved so much, you said, “Baekhyun, baby, come for me.” It came out soft but irresistible to his ears.

His hips stuttered in their movement, and he quickly pulled out of you. He barely gave himself an additional stroke before spraying his cum all over you. He coated both your skin and your treasured undergarments.

Panting, Baekhyun looked down at you, his freshly painted masterpiece. You looked so pretty covered in the evidence of his attraction. An exhausted but satisfied smirk spread on his face and he dipped down to give you a kiss.

“I’ll get you cleaned up.” He jogged over to the bathroom and you heard the water run as your eyes closed for a moment. You opened them again upon feeling a warm cloth. He wiped your limp body clean with a damp washcloth before discarding it in the hamper and joining you in bed.

Baekhyun claimed a spot next to you and shifted his position to a rather adorable one. He put his head in your lap and looked up at you. He took your hand and placed it on his head, hoping for you to pet his head. You entertained it, giving him the tiny repetitive touches that let him know that you appreciate him.

The room fell quiet except for the sounds of rain that continued to play through his speakers. Though the rain sounds hadn’t been working as an effective sleep aid before, they surely were beginning to for the both of you in the post-orgasmic bliss.

His eyes fell closed as your thighs supported his head and your hand ceased its motions. With a voice soaked in sleepiness, he asked you one more thing before you both dozed off.

“Did you like the flowers?”

Until the month’s end, you and Baekhyun continued your fun when you could. Secret, satisfying, and sacred was your connection. Do all good things have to come to an end? That’s what you wondered this morning. The 31st of the month. The ticking timebomb that your relationship was, was soon to explode and leave nothing behind.

You dressed in your uniform and tied the scarf around your neck. Will you continue to wear it after he leaves? The smile you wore out the double-doors when beginning your shift that you donned lately had a struggle appearing today. You felt anxious. Afraid that all the good you felt this past month would be gone. And that he would move on, away from the hotel, into his freshly renovated new penthouse, and never think about you again. You knew he cared for you, but to what extent? Your daily obligation to see each other would no longer exist and Baekhyun was a very busy man.

You arrived to his suite and before you could even knock, the door opened before you. Baekhyun held a box of his things in his hands. You looked behind him and saw that the suite was stripped of any and all traces of him. Held in his hands was the last of his things. Your chest felt tight.

“Hi...” Baekhyun trailed out. “I was hoping to catch you on my way out. Even if I didn’t, I’d come to find you.” Baekhyun was upset that his hands were preoccupied. He wanted nothing more than to pull you in for a hug. Instead, he just held a solemn expression on his face.

“Well, here I am,” you gave a half-smile.

“I have to get to my house to meet with the designer and move my stuff back in,” he said regretfully.

“Yes of course.” You stepped out of his way so that he could exit. You kept wishing for him to say he’d see you later, for him to tell you to meet him somewhere—but it never came. Is this it?

“Will you walk me out?”

You sighed, leaving your cart parked at his door to follow the man out the hotel doors, out of your care, out of your life. The valet brought his car to the front; your eyes laid upon the gray Porsche you got to know some nights ago. It’d be leaving without you in it. Baekhyun opened the trunk to put in his items and came back around to the front. By the driver's side door, he stood in front of you. You stared back at each other wistfully. A thousand words unspoken, a thousand memories shared, a thousand secrets kept. The quiet was suffocating but necessary. You were reminded of such when the valet attendant entered your view.

“Sir, your keys.”

It snapped Baekhyun out of his daze. He reached for the keys and thanked the man. Once he turned back to you, he didn’t get the one last look of your face he was hoping to get. It was only the top of your head.

You bowed deeply. You couldn’t bear to see him leave. You couldn’t risk the attendant seeing your emotions. With the view of Baekhyun’s shoes becoming blurry from the incoming tears pricking your eyes, you bid your farewell.

“Goodbye, Mr. Byun.”

Without looking back, you turned around to return to your cage. You passed through the ever-cycling revolving doors. You, yourself, were right back where you started.

You got back to his suite. Shedding never-ending tears, you grabbed the used towels in the bathroom.

But what else was there to do? He went on with his life, and you had to go on with yours. This was your life. Cleaning rooms of rich guests that saw you as their servant was your life. Did Baekhyun see you the same way? Were you just something to entertain him while he was away from his real home, from his real life? He didn’t say much this morning. Nothing that indicated that he wanted to stay in a relationship. Nothing that indicated he wanted to keep you around.

At least you had the last word. You weren’t going pry. You weren’t going to beg. You refused to look like an idiot chasing after someone that was never yours. You ended things—cleanly, professionally, with dignity and respect. As you always did. And you would continue to be the respectable housekeeper that you always were—before and after him.

So, there you were cleaning the bathroom, once more. You willed yourself to stop crying. Getting up on the counter just as you had 30 days ago. And instead of feeling sorry for being late, you felt sorry for feeling sorry all those days ago. If you weren’t so hell bent on making it up to him by cleaning passionately back then, maybe you wouldn’t be in this situation now.

You looked at yourself in that oversized bathroom mirror. You were a changed woman. Though he was no longer there, he was written all over you. And unfortunately, you liked yourself more this way.

You exited the bathroom to strip the bed of all its sheets. The bed that you laid in next to him. The bed that bared witness to your unforgettable intimacy.

It felt cruel.

You moved the pillows, and upon doing so, it made your previous efforts to stop your tears pointless. You broke down after discovering one last gift.

Under the pillow was a plain red silk scarf. Next to it was a note that read, simply,

We will meet again. - B

+++

He ran circles in his mind as he drove home. Baekhyun didn’t know what to say. He had your number, but he didn’t know what to do. He knew, that if anything was going to happen, it had to be him that did something. The ball was in his court and he was choking in the last minutes of the game. Ultimately, he knew he had to tell you what had been on his mind. The thing that kept him from promising to see you again. How could he claim you as his and then leave for half a year?

Indeed, Baekhyun had a tour beginning in three days. It was something he still hadn’t told you because he wanted to ignore the reality of it himself. He was excited to meet and perform in front of his fans all over the world, but he was not excited to be without you. The truth was now looking him in the face and driving a wedge between you to. He had to talk to you. No matter what your answer was, he had to let you know that he still cared.

Parked in his driveway, he called you. It rang just once.

Baekhyun greeted you with a shaky hello, but you cut him off quickly.

“I have work, I’m sorry. I cannot talk to you right now.”

You ended the call and returned to your reflection. There was no way you could speak to him and get through the end of your shift. If you heard his voice again, the tears would come back.

He knew you were upset, understandably. He even caught the crack in your voice from when you said goodbye. He decided not to attempt to contact you again. He wondered if it was even right to given the circumstances. If you were doing the work to get over him and close the door behind what you two shared, who was he to rip those hinges off? He didn’t want to toy with your heart. Why make you go through that, just to leave you again in a few days for an even longer amount of time?

He went into his house with his box of belongings, preparing himself for his new surroundings. The designer was present and happily walked Baekhyun through the rooms, pointing out all the new elements. Baekhyun appreciated the excellent craftsmanship of the renovations, greatly impressed. The designer left and it was once again, him alone. He looked around at the walls; they were now decorated with framed artworks. One of them was a painting of interlocked hands. He turned away, feeling as if it was mocking him.

He went to his bedroom and began packing his suitcase for his upcoming departure. He needed to fill his time with something to do, as filling the walls clearly wasn’t enough. It was all as he envisioned it to be, yet the goal was not achieved. Now his penthouse looked like a home, but it didn’t feel like one. He felt unsatisfied. And in the middle of folding one of his t-shirts, he realized that the only time he hadn’t been unsatisfied was in fact when he wasn’t in a home of his own at all—it was when he was with you.

It wasn't new aesthetics that his place needed. It wasn't new items to artificially create coziness that he needed. It was a matter, not of objects, not of things, but of connection. He needed a someone, not a something, to make his house a home. He knew who he needed.

A sentence of three words floated in his mind, and he was compelled to tell you. But not yet, he told himself to wait for tonight. And he’d do it in a way that didn’t allow you to shut him out so quickly. He knew it was selfish. His responsibilities in the next few days remained the same. But now, he just didn’t have the heart to leave without telling you how he felt.

+++

It was 9 p.m. and you just got out of your shower, hair damp and in pajamas. You sat on your loveseat in front of your small TV, shuffling through the channels to find something—anything to watch to stop thinking about him. He didn’t even try to call me back again, you thought. But you remembered the scarf. Really, it was the note. “We will meet again,” it said. You scoffed. Through the damn TV screen, I guess. You hated that the message was so vague. Vague enough for him to never make do on his words. Why didn’t he specifically ask for another date? Anything with a time and place would do.

You were knocked out of your thoughts with a string of knocks on your door. You looked through the glass viewing hole on your door. It’s him, of course. And in his hands, he held a single rose and a gift box. You hesitated, hand on the handle, but not yet turning it.

“I’m not leaving until you open this door. If you want me to leave, you’ll have to say it to me.”

Begrudgingly, you turned the handle and revealed yourself to your guest.

“I love you.”

His words hung in the air, heavy as the duvets you folded. Air thick as the hotel’s pillows. You stared back at him in astonishment.

He took a step closer to you. “Listen, I have a tour. I’ll be gone for six months. I’m sorry I didn’t say much this morning. I just didn’t know how to tell you. And I don’t expect you to wait around for me either, so I didn’t want to put you in a weird position.”

You took in his words, still not giving any of your own yet. Truth be told, you understood him. You felt yourself withdraw your resentment.

He continued, “Do you know why I was staying at the hotel for a month?”

“Well, weren't you getting renovations done?”

“Yes. Do you know why?”

You shook your head no.

“Because I wanted my house to feel more like a home.”

You beckoned, "So... do you like the changes?”

“Sure. My house is really beautiful actually,” he chuckled.

You rolled your eyes, “Well good for you,” you said about to shut the door until he caught it with his hand.

“But,” he looked into your eyes, “It didn’t give me what I was looking for. I was a fool, thinking that filling it with things would make me feel less... lonesome.”

He handed you the rose and gift box he held, and you placed them to the side. You decided to invite him in, wordlessly signaling him to your couch with a gesture of your hand.

He sat next to you as you looked pensively at your hands.

“Please say something,” he asked desperately.

“So, the renovations were a waste of time and money then,” you remarked.

“No.” He held your hands in his. “It brought me to you.”

He earned a smile from you. He kissed your hand.

“Well, I just wanted to tell you this. That you are my home, and if you let me, I can’t wait to come back to you when everything is over.”

You gave a nod of reassurance, “I’ll be here.”

He stood up and reached into his pocket for one last offering. He handed you a key, placing it in your palm. “This is a spare to my place. You can come see it yourself... or you can stay in it too... if you want to of course,” he said nervously, scratching the back of his head. “I mean of course you have our own place—that I’m standing in right now—and it’s nice! But just in case you want a change of scenery or want to keep my house warm—”

You cut him off with a kiss and a sweet smile that let him know there was no need to be nervous.

“I’ll think about it,” you said cheekily. “Are you going to make me clean it?”

You both chuckled and you walked him to the door.

“Baekhyun?” You asked biting your lip.

“Yes?” He looked on in curiosity.

“I love you too.”

It rushed out your mouth and you just barely caught his smile before quickly shutting the door from your own nerves. You were glad you got it out. Though it wasn’t your smoothest moment, he heard you, he felt the same—and that was all that mattered. You rested your back against the wooden door with a hazy daze. The gift box you placed to the side caught your eye.

You opened it up and laid your eyes upon his parting gift to you: looking at the label, it was Hermes’ Ivresse Au Vent scarf 70. Another silk scarf, this time of a pastel palette showing horses running in nature. Once again, he left a note. You read it, hearing it so clearly in his voice.

Like the horses, we will be free. If you wait for me this little while, I will give you my forever.

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