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Ethereal

/ — extremely delicate and light in a way that seems too perfect for this world. /

You confidently walked down the halls, your chin up as a smirk played on your scarlet tinted plump lips, highlighting your outstanding features. Your long raven black hair easily flowed behind your back. Your ego boosted with every whispers about how beautiful you looked today, or about how you aced the exam when most of the school’s population misserably, failed.

The thought reminding you that everyone are dying to be you, dying to be with you made you smile.

How cute.

You opened the door of room 88, a room only you and your friends are allowed to enter, the dim lighting welcomed you as the sound of their chatter stopped once they noticed your thrilling presence, “hey, missed me?”

The sound of their ‘nope’s’,'nah’s’, and 'not really’s’ flowed, making you roll your eyes, liars.

You plopped down on the comfortable sofa, resting your feet on the table as you leaned against Minseok. You reached out for a grape, popping it inside your mouth, “any news?”

“Sehun and his minions are causing trouble, again. Isn’t he like… in love with you? Can you talk to that dumbass? He’s getting into my nerves.” Junmyeon, the 2nd in rank as you were the 1st, though, he’s responsible in handling this kind of stressful, pointless situations because you have zero patience in dealing with it.

“No way I’m talking to that loser.”

“Your dad said so himself, he wants no trouble.” Ria said as she took a shot of liquor.

Strolling with a frown on your face, you managed to scare people blocking your way. You glared your way through, the annoyance and impatience evident on your face.

You stood in front of the football field, your arms folded against your chest with Ria and Joy behind your back, either playing with their hair or checking the look of their nails.

You rolled your eyes as people cheared for him. That dumbass has been playing quite hard since you step foot the field, sending you glances accompanied by smirks and winks which made you want to go sparring with his face as the target.

After the awfully long game, he approached you with a smirk as you faked a smile for him. Once he reaches you, he immediately planted a hand on your waist. You wanted to kick him so badly, but you decided not to, Dad wants no trouble.

You lifted your hand and played with the collar of his shirt in a quite sultry way, hiding the fact that you find his closeness pretty irritating, “so, when will you stop being a pain in the ass?” You said as you offered him a genuine-looking smile.

“I don’t know, when will you be mine?” He countered as he was about to close the distance.

You placed your hand to his chest, stopping him from moving any closer, “do something I don’t want you to, I’m going to break your neck.” You smiled one last time before pushing him off you and stepping back.

You felt his eyes burning holes on your back as you walked away with a scowl plastered on your face.

You got out of that place with an exasperating sigh. “Where are we going?” Joy asked as she pulled out a small hand mirror out of her hand back.

“The library.”

Ria pulled out a book and read, meanwhile Joy started answering her homework as your eyes wandered around for you have finished everything you had to do earlier today.

Your head titled as a boy wearing a pair of glasses and unstyled soft hair, lying delicately against his forehead caught your attention, he bit his thumb as his confused eyes stared at the book placed on the table in front of him. He’s alone as he sat there with confusing invisible math equations floated around him.

“Do you know who that guy is?” You asked as a small smile formed on your lips as you continued on staring.

They followed your line of vision, Ria hummed, “Ooh, I know him. He’s from my class, I think his name is Baekhyun or something like that, why?”

“He’s cute.”

“What? Are you into nerds now?” Joy snickered as she raised her eyebrow at you. You giggled as you continued on oggling.

Baekhyun, huh.

After some time, you abruptly stood up, shocking both Joy and Ria. You walked straight to the guy’s table and sat down in front of him. A smirk appeared on your face when he raised his head to look at you, bewilderment written all over his cute features.

“H.. hi..” he stammered, pushing up his glasses that was drooping lowly on his nose, his smooth voice invading your senses, “is there anything wrong?”

“Oh,” you smiled, “no. I just wanted to be acquainted with you.” You reached your hand out as you introduced yourself.

“I… I know who you are.” He said as he reached for your hand, his hands are a little shaky as it held yours, making you smile. “I’m Baekhyun.”

“You know who I am?”

He nodded his head, his face filled with innocence, making you lick your lips. You have the sudden urge to touch him but you’ve just met and you didn’t want to scare the poor boy.

Not yet, though.

There’s a lot going on with your family’s business, the illegal one, just to be clear. You’re one of the higher ranks overall, as you were blessed with wits and talent in physical combat and not just because you’re the daughter of the founder. Your friends are daughters and sons of your father’s friends and partners which are one of the most powerful and important people in the world like your father. The younger ones are expected to take over the business soon enough.

Each and one of the gang have different specialties, for you, you’re quite familiar with knives and the sharpest things you could ever think of. Joy specializes guns and other lethal weapons and devices, as for Ria, she likes using her hands, let’s say, she wants it raw and bare.

Sehun is the son of your father’s rival gang. Which makes him more unbearable for you. Though, it isn’t anything serious as long as no one starts anything. The funny things is, they wanted you and Sehun to marry to merge the two most powerful gangs, fortunately, your father declined. You couldn’t be more thankful.

Sehun isn’t so bad, it’s just you couldn’t stand him, he thinks he owns everything and it annoys you because you own everything. And no, you don’t like sharing.

All that, and you can’t get the cute boy in the library off your mind. Days have passed by quickly and his little cute innocent face still lingered. You didn’t know what it was but oh, don’t you just want to taint him?

As if on cue, you saw him walk towards where his locker is located, you smiled, there he is. You carefully walked to him, leaning against the wall.

He was surprised when he saw you there right after he closed the door of his locker, you caught him gripping the books he’s holding in his hands as he gulped, “h… hi..”

“Hey, Baekhyun. How have you been doing?” You said as you smiled sweetly at him, earning glances from the students around you, the thing is, you didn’t care. He’s finally in front of you after those painful days you thought of him despite only having one interaction with him.

“I’m… I’ve been well.”

You licked your lips, “would you like some coffee after class?”

His eyes widened a bit, you wanted coo at him but you kept it in, “really?” His eyes blinked rapidly, his mouth slightly agape. His smooth voice turning up the fire inside your chest, you smiled at him as you nodded your head. “O.. okay..”

“Then, I’ll wait for you here.”

He nodded, he tore his eyes off you and looked down the floor, quickly darting out of your way. Your amused gaze followed him as he entered his classroom, smirking to yourself. Not ignoring the fact that he smells like fucking flowers. You sighed, what a cutiepie.

“You’re really going for it, huh.”

You laughed as you turned around to face Junmyeon, he has an accusing look on his face, silently asking you to tell him everything. “Well, can’t get him off my mind, why? Are you jealous?”

Your friendship with Junmyeon has been filled with teasing, in any way anyone could tease. He’s the closest male friend you have since you two have always been partnered up in missions. He’s willing to catch bullets for you and you are to him. Well, literally since it happened once or twice. You’ve tried getting into a relationship once but it didn’t work out, deciding it’s better to stick to being friends for the better but that doesn’t mean you didn’t love each other until now. You love him and he loves you.

“Oh, come on, I thought we’re already past that, missy.”

You rolled your eyes, pointing a scolding finger at him, “don’t call me that, I don’t like nicknames.”

He laughed as he puts his arm around your shoulder, leading you to room 88.

You leaned against the wall, your hand playing with the tips of your hair as you waited patiently. The door finally opened, catching your attention. Bunch of students got out, shocked by the fact that you’re standing there, obviously waiting for someone. You raised your brow at them, making them almost run off your sight, you smirked.

Your eyes drifted from them to the nervous boy in front of you, his eyes shook as he looked at yours. You offered him a half smile, you nodded your head, signalling that he should follow you so he did.

You walked, bothered by the fact that he was behind you as he fidgeted, having so much space between you. You halted, making Baekhyun stop before he hit your back, his eyes widened by the action, “why are you so far away? Shouldn’t we be walking together?”

He breathed, “I’m sorry…”

Your face softened, he looks so pure. You silently scolded yourself for scaring him, “don’t worry about it. But walk with me, okay?”

He looked at you with soft eyes as he nodded. You continued walking and as he was asked to, he tried keeping up with you. You spotted the café few blocks from the school, going straight inside. You looked at him, he looked back at you with wide eyes, “what would you like to order?”

“No… I’ll pay for mine,” he countered as he shook his hands.

You raised you brow, smirking at him, “oh, no, I’ll pay for this one.”

He was about to say something but you gave him a stern look, immediately shutting him up. He nodded, “okay, then, you… you can decide for me.” His voice soft and gentle, warming your heart.

What you felt made you nervous, you’ve never felt something like this for a long time. And you’re feeling it for someone you just met? You groaned, “go, find a seat for us.”

He quickly disappeared from your sight as he did so, you silently laughed to yourself, finding his behavior amusing and… interesting.

You placed the tray on the table, giving him his drink as you pulled out a chair in front of him for you to sit on.

As you settled down, you stared at this cute boy you couldn’t get off your mind. You honestly didn’t know what to say, this is the first time this ever happened. Oh well, I guess there’s a first time for everything.

You sat and drank there quietly, choosing not to say anything until he cleared his throat. You gave him your undivided attention as you waited for him to say something. “Why… why are you doing this?”

“What do you mean?”

“Bringing me here… talking to me..” you squinted your eyes, trying to process what he meant, “I… I know who you are… I’ve heard about you..”

Your heart pounded, you knew you had a bad reputation, about your attitude, personality, name, that’s why all of them are afraid of you, you and your friends. And you’re completely fine with that, but somehow, you were nervous about Baekhyun finding you bad, even if you really are, you don’t want him to think of you like that.

“What did you hear about me?” You tried talking straight, to come off as confident in his eyes. But inside, you’re wishing that it isn’t that bad. You wanted him to like you.

He looked down on his drink, avoiding your eyes, “that… that you were trouble. That I shouldn’t be talking to you…”

That’s when you felt bad. You didn’t know why but you did. Is he going to stop talking to me, now?

Baekhyun looked up, panicking at the sight of you with a frown, he continued, “but… but, don’t worry, I don’t really believe them. You’ve been really nice since you helped me with my homework that day at the library… and now, you’re doing this…” he blinked, soft eyes boring into yours, “I’m… I’m sorry for upsetting you…” he gulped, pushing up his glasses as he waited for your response.

“I really want to get to know you, Baekhyun. You’re… something.”

A smirk formed on your lips as he looked down, his cheeks blushing. You swore, he’s the cutest thing you’ve ever seen in your life.

“I guess, we’re done.” You said as you removed the tight leather gloves clad on your hands, eyeing the different firearms and explosive in front of you.

You had to inspect these to make sure nothing’s wrong before delivering it to your clients, with the help of your father’s men. Though, they’re not really needed because you have Junmyeon and Joy with you. The rest are enjoying their pingpong and arcade games.

“Why are you such in a hurry again?” Joy knitted her brows at you, smirking.

Junmyeon snorted, “oh, you know. Her cute nerd’s waiting for her.”

You shook your head, a smile playing on your lips, “I should go.”

You drove as fast as you can, you cannot be bothered by the sound of horns, the shout of people around you, clearly complaining about you giving no fucks about rules, because you practically own this place. You didn’t want him to wait for you any longer too, your cute boy doesn’t deserve that.

You halted in front of the gate of your school, you saw him there. He stood with his hands holding the strap of his backpack, his eyes set on his foot playing on the floor. You honked the horn of your car, opening the window of the passengers seat to catch his attention.

He lifted his head, locking his eyes with yours. A smile slowly grew on his face, excitedly opening the door and sat beside you. You watched him fasten his seatbelt. Once he’s done, he turned his head to you, chirping “hi, Raven!”

“Raven?” You asked as you raised a brow at him, finding the name he called you amusing.

“It’s because of your hair…” he looked down on his fidgeting fingers, “I thought of the name because your hair is really… really pretty…” he raised his head, his soft eyes worried as it looked at yours, “don’t you like it? I’m sorry-”

“No. No, don’t worry. I like it.”

You felt warmness fill your system as his face brightened up, finding his eye smile enchanting. He’s like… the sun. He reminds you so much of flowers and the sun. How cheesy is that?

“So, what do you have in mind for today?”

He tilted his head, “I saw this movie trailer earlier! I think we should watch it!”

“So, movies.” You hummed, “okay.”

You drove off with your usual speed, you didn’t really pay attention to anything until you heard him calling out your name. You turned your head to look at him for a moment, you hummed and waited for him to say what he wanted to say, “c.. can you slow down a little…” his scared tone made you smirk, “please…”

You decided to tease, speeding up a little more, you heard him yelp. You chuckled, “okay, okay. Calm down, pup.”

Once you arrived at the cinemas, you were suprised by the fact that he held your hands and dragged you the ticketing booth. No one has ever dared to hold your hands. Damn, not even Junmyeon. Because you never let them, but here you are, willingly letting him intertwine his hand with yours.

What was happening to you?

You squinted your eyes at the sight of the movie poster he bought two tickets for. It’s a colorful one, with the male and female lead stars, you assumed. So this is going to be romantic? You inwardly groaned. This will be painful, you thought.

You sat there with Baekhyun as you waited for your turn to watch. It is supposed to be over because people started coming out of the door, you heard him clap his hands, making you turn to him, “I’m so excited.” He told you, his eyes shining as he held his hands together. You smiled, maybe you can get through this.

You can’t.

This movie is so fucking cringey. You wanted to leave and slam the door as you do so. You bit your lower lip as the stars did some lovey-dovey shit you couldn’t even look at. You decided to turn to Baekhyun instead since he’s got such a lovely face, you wouldn’t mind staring for the whole day.

Your half-lidded dark eyes glistened as it stared at the sight of him focused on that stupid movie, it felt like butterflies and sparkles are flying around him as he grinned beautifully. You got lost at the sight, how can a man be this beautiful? You tilted your head to see more of him, his facial features are so soft, you thought. His eyes, his lips, his cheeks, oh don’t you just want to kiss him and ruin him all over?

You smirked, “soon.”

“Did you enjoy the movie?”

You hummed, offering Baekhyun a smile, “nope, the movie, not at all. I quite enjoyed some other things.”

He giggled, “I knew you wouldn’t…” he cleared his throat, “thank you for sticking with me, Raven.” He said as he looked down the floor.

You hummed and patted his head, messing up his hair a little bit as you do so, “but we’re going to watch another, though.”

You were smirking at the sight of the serial killer doing what serial killers often do, you chuckled at the sound of people around you giving off sudden gasps and little surprised yells as they watched.

You turned your head to look at what Baekhyun’s been doing, your eyes softened at the sight of him looking so frightened, slightly covering his face with the box of. popcorn he’s holding. When he felt your eyes on him, he swiftly turned and looked at you, his puppy-like eyes glistening with light tears, his soft lips in a pout-like frown. You cooed, lifting up the barrier between the both of you and opened your arms widely, inviting him in. He immediately shifted, placing the popcorn aside and hurriedly leaned against you, his beautiful hands clutching the shirt you’re wearing. You wrapped your arms around him, rubbing his back to comfort him as he burried his head onto your neck, slightly tilting his head so he could still watch the movie.

You sighed deeply, taking in his scent you’ve grown to crave, when did you become this soft?

You’ve been spending more time with him, lately. You didn’t know why but there’s something about him that pulls you. He’s different from what you’re used to. He makes you feel peace, calmness whenever he’s around. There’s nothing special, really, when others look at it. But for you, everything about him is special. Every simple action he does just gets you, whenever his glasses fall lowly on his cute button nose, maybe the way he runs his hand through his hair, not caring about how it would look but lies perfectly on his forehead anyway, or maybe you liked the way he focuses on something, his love for stars and flowers, his love for reading books, his love for the Avengers.

You just met him for a couple of weeks, but everything about him makes you want more. You knew you yearned for him even if you shouldn’t be. He’s too pure and innocent for you. Do you care? You would say yes because surprisingly, you care so much for him. But, apparently you knew you were nothing like him, you’re out of his league. You knew you’re too dangerous to be associated with an angel but the want you’re feeling for him gets the best of you.

“What’s your favorite flower?”

“Sunflower!”

You rolled your eyes, “of course, you like sunflowers,” as if you’re not the sun and a flower, you thought as you lit up a cigarette.

You lightly squint your eyes because of the smoke as you took in a puff, you noticed him eyeing you with his pretty eyes. You tilted your head, heart hammering inside your chest, what if he doesn’t like someone who smokes?

“What is it?”

He shook his head, as if he was getting off a trance, “nothing…” his head dropped down to his fidgeting fingers, “you just looked… good… when you did that.”

You raised your eyebrow, head dancing in amusement by the sight of his soft cheeks covered with light red, making him look even beautiful in your eyes, “are you calling me hot?”

He abruptedly raised his head, cheeks noticeably got even redder, his eyes widened, “I… it’s not..” he eventually gave up, pouting as he nodded his head.

You smirked, dark eyes boring into his soft innocent ones, “oh, am I now, my sweet little flower?” You took a step closer, his face inches away from yours. You stared at him and took all his features in, your eyes dropping from his eyes to his soft plump pink lips. You lifted your hand, placing it onto the back of his head and played the ends of his hair, fingers sliding into his nape. You felt lightheaded by his reaction alone, his lips quivering, giving off light pants, you smiled.

You were about to close the distance when you heard your phone ringing. Annoyed, you pulled away from him, puffing on your cigar one time before throwing it away, you answered the call, “what?” You snapped, impatience clear in your tone.

“Boss, we have a problem.”

“What do you mean you don’t know?” You yelled, hands slamming against the table, “we checked! Are you doubting my work?”

Your fucking clients are claiming that the weapons and explosives you sent are defective, asking for their money back. You snorted, as if you’re going to do that. The worst part is they have beaten up three of your men and are trying to taint your name in the black market. Few of your other important clients called asking about the issue, Junmyeon have talked to them already and reassured them whilst you are nothing but pissed. If this reached your father and your godparents, you’re going to lose it.

“Calm down.” Junmyeon massaged your shoulders as he was behind you, kissing your temple.

You rolled your eyes, deciding to listen to him.

“So, what are we going to do?” Chanyeol asked as he folded his arms against his chest.

You picked up your favorite knife, it was the sharpest yet the smallest you have ever owned, flipping and circling it in your hand, “shall we pay them a visit?”

“Mr. Jung.” You said, eyeing him as he was sitting by a table with your four former clients, not surprisingly the ones who complained with him. A smile appeared on your red tinted lips. You walked forward, your hand ran through your hair, glimpsing your friends behind your back. You watched Junmyeon walking towards you, he wrapped his arm around your shoulder, “can we have a word with you?”

“Y… you…”

They looked pathetically scared, though, their men started appearing behind them as they stood up. You smirked, “we were here to talk.” You tilted your head in amusement, “But I guess you want it the hard way.”

“Bring that five motherfuckers in our base, dad’s there.” You said, clutching the wound you gained, the other hand wiping off the blood on your face.

Of course, you won. They had more people with them but with you and your gang together, they wouldn’t stand a chance. All of you trained your whole life for situations like this, it isn’t so shocking that you took down 60 more men with only you and 12 of your friends: Junmyeon, Ria, Joy, Minseok, Chanyeol, Yerin, Yixing, Jongin, Yeri, Ash, Hope, and Luck. Though, it didn’t go that well because those men started using weapons against you, your own weapons, for fuck’s sake, those were the one that got you bleeding right now, “defective, huh?” You chuckled, earning Junmyeon’s slap against your back.

“You’re all bloody and shit and you’re still laughing.”

You eyed him, he looked wrecked as well, blood running down his head, lips busted. You laughed even harder, making him laugh with you, “dumbass.”

You puffed on your cigar, watching your father talk to the five men you’ve captured. Five gunshots were heard, it ended with the five of them lying flush against the floor, bathing in their own bloods.

The blood flowed up until your shoes, you smirked darkly, walking up to your father, “Dad.”

He turned to you, a smile appearing on his face, “my favorite daughter.”

You chuckled, “I’m your only daughter.”

He lifted his hands, bringing them up your head, “don’t you want to get treated?” Pointing towards your family’s personal doctors, treating your injured friends.

You shook your head, “I’m fine. I’ll just visit someone.”

You knocked on his door, patiently waiting. You looked around, fortunately, there was no one here. It’ll be very inconvinient to walk around with dried blood all over you. The door opened, catching your attention, revealing your adorable Baekhyun. His eyes widened in shock, he eyed you with concern, mouth silently opened as he pulled you inside his room.

“Ooh, easy there, angel.”

He made you sit down, quickly pacing around the room, looking for something. Your dark gaze following him as he did so. You stared at his ass looking so plump and cute inside his sweatpants, you smirked, eye glinting in interest.

He sat down in front of you, holding a box you assumed a first-aid kit. You looked at him in amusement as he did his best in cleaning your wounds. His soft eyes glistened with light tears as he inspected your form, his lips in a frown.

“Baek…” you whispered, trying to gain his attention. He lifted his head, his brows furrowed as his eyes met yours.

“Does it hurt?” He asked, his voice sounding so sensitive and fragile as he caressed your broken skin.

“I’m fine, baby boy. Don’t get so worried.” You lowly laughed, lifting your hand to wipe off the tear that escaped his eye. He was shaking as his lips formed into a pout, holding your hand that held his face.

You leaned in, you nose brushing his, “Raven…” he breathed, you closed your eyes as his scent filled your system, feeling dizzy. You opened your eyes once more, catching his eyes glimpsing your lips in a daze. You chuckled, placing your lips on his.

You felt like you were going crazy when you heard him moan, catching his lower lip between yours, lightly biting on it. Your other hand grazed his jaw, you felt him clutch your shirt, pulling you closer you thought it was impossible.

You pulled him, using your strength to make him sit on your lap. Your tongue licked his lips until he opened them for you to ravage. Your hand slid into his shirt, caressing his sides. You felt him pull your hair, moaning against your mouth as he eagerly, desperately grinded on you.

You pulled away for air, chuckling at the sight of his face all red, he bit his lip as he leaned against you, wrapping his arms around your neck. He burried his head into your hair, licking and sucking your neck, continuously grinding his noticeable hard-on onto your clothed heat. You heard him mewl against your neck, biting your exposed shoulder to shut himself up. You tilted your head to kiss his temple, reaching out to his body, “come on, baby. Make yourself cum like this.” You whispered against his ear, sucking and biting his earlobe.

He listened and grinded down even harder, cirling his hips, moaning wantonly against your hair, mewling your name desperately, “please, please…” he slid his hand inside your shirt, touching you in need, he groped your breasts. He burried his head into your mounds, licking and sucking your nipples making you groan.

His moans got even louder, his movement got even rougher, almost like a wild animal. He threw his head back, screaming your name as he came inside his sweats. You felt the wetness against your skin, making you laugh. He slumped his body against yours, panting.

You rubbed his back, calming him. After a while, you lightly pushed him off you, making him face you. You smiled at his flushed appearance, his face glowing as he smiled shyly at you. You pushed his hair back, away from his forehead, wiping off his sweat, “didn’t know you were a wild one.”

He whined, pout appearing on his lips. You chuckled, placing a tender kiss on his forehead.

A/N: i wanted this to be a oneshot but here we are: new series yay

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