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A Sweet Hurt

Genre: Baekhyun AU, EXO AU, Fluff

Characters: Baekhyun x Reader

Warnings: None

Word Count: 2k

Summary: You belatedly tell your boyfriend, Baekyun, who is away doing his military service, that you broke your leg while falling down the stairs and he insists on taking care of you over his military break. 

A/N: Another Baek request! Thank you to the Anon who requested this adorable scenario! And I am so sorry to hear that you broke your leg. ❤️ I hope this brightens your day just a little bit!☀️

~*~

“Wait, so tell me again how it happened?”, your friend Eun demanded.

It felt like you’d re-lived this story over and over, again and again, in the past few days. It had been an average day at work and your boss had asked you to bring a box of materials down to the accounting department. You’d grabbed the box of materials from the closet and started the trek down the hall to the stairs.

If only the box hadn’t been so heavy, or so large, then maybe it wouldn’t have blocked your view…then you might have seen the “wet floor” sign before you descended down the stairs. It had taken only a second before you’d found yourself sprawled on the landing to the third floor, leg throbbing in pain, unable to move from shock. 

“...and then my co-worker, Jaehyun, carried me to his car and drove me to the hospital, where I got THIS,” you finished, gesturing fluidly like a game show hostess to the bulky, white cast engulfing a good portion of your leg. 

“Very sexy,” Eun chuckled, before turning serious. “Hey, I’m sorry this happened to you…if you need anything, just yell and I’ll be there.” 

“Thanks, Eun. The doctor said it’s been enough time that I can bear some weight on it, but I’ll still probably take you up on that offer at some point. With me living on my own, I’m sure there’ll be a lightbulb that needs changing, groceries that need to be carried….maybe a leg that needs shaving,” you returned, half-joking, half-serious. 

“Speaking of living alone–have you told Baekhyun about any of this–it’s been a while since this happened, right?” Eun skillfully directed the conversation to a place you’d been striving to avoid. 

“Nope–don’t give me that look, Eun–you know how he is with stuff like this.” He worried way, way too much.  You smiled, remembering the time he’d insisted you call in sick to work because you’d been stung by a bee and he hadn’t wanted you to “overexert yourself”. He’d also maintained the need for copious amounts of cuddling all day under the guise of “needing to take care of his baby”. 

Most importantly, you didn’t want him to worry. Your boyfriend was away completing his compulsory military service, so you weren’t able to see him that often. You kept in constant contact via phone, well, as much as you could, with Baekhyun’s busy military schedule. He sent you little things from time to time–chocolates, flowers, food deliveries–so that he knew you were well-taken care of in his absence. 

Time was running out, though. Baekhyun was due for a military leave very soon and you knew you’d have to tell him before he came home to find you hobbling around on crutches with no explanation. 

“You better do it soon, that’s all I’m saying,” Eun advised, taking a sip from her coffee cup. 

You nodded in agreement. Tonight. You promised yourself you’d do it tonight. 

~*~

It was nighttime now, you were settled on the couch, your leg elevated per the doctor’s orders, nervously counting down the minutes until your nightly phone call with Baekhyun. Usually, you were bouncing off the walls with excitement, giddy to tell him all about your day, about how much you missed him. However, today you were apprehensive, knowing he’d be worried and probably angry–or worse–hurt that you didn’t tell him about something so important. 

As soon as the clock read 7:00 PM, your phone rang, Baekhyun’s name flashing on the screen. 

“Hello, love,” you answered as cheerfully as you could. 

“Hey, baby. How’s my sweet girl doing today?” As smooth a talker as ever. Baekhyun’s words were warm, practically dripping with honey. 

“Oh, fine, I guess–” 

“Something the matter?” he interjected. The man was a little too perceptive for his own good. 

“No, no, no, no, everything’s totally fine,” you lied through your teeth. 

“Okay–”

“So, when are you coming home?” you interjected before he could ask more questions. “I know your break is coming up soon.” Chicken. You’re a chicken. 

“Soon,” he replied simply. 

Since when was Baekhyun so vague? He was generally over-communicative about his breaks–when they were, for how long, etc. – so you could plan out what you wanted to do during that precious, precious time. 

“What do you mean ‘soon’? When is ‘soon’?” you tried to clarify. 

“Just soon” was his only response. You could hear him huffing and puffing, as though he was exerting himself, along with the pitter patter of steps echoing in an open space. 

“Are you going up stairs?” you wondered aloud.

“What? No–I’m not going up stairs–why would I be doing that?”, his voice higher-pitched this time–which often happened when he tried to lie. 

“Seriously, Baek, where are–” you cut off at the sound of the door. Turning your head, you were greeted with the sight of your boyfriend walking to stand in front of you, carrying the largest bouquet of roses you’d ever seen. 

“Surprise, baby!” Baekhyun smiled and held out the roses to you in a dramatic gesture, still breathing slightly heavily from his trek up the stairs. His eyes traveled over your body, taking you in like a thirsty man who’d just found water. When his gaze fell on your casted leg, his smile slowly disappeared, his eyes grew wide, and he grew oh so still. 

“Babe, what happened to your leg?” Baekhyun questioned, his voice unusually soft. He set the flowers down on the table, moving to run his fingers gently down the plastered material. 

“Baek–I was going to tell you–tonight, actually–but then you–,” you rushed to explain. “I didn’t want you to worry….please don’t be mad,” you said, feeling guilty. You waited with bated breath for his response. 

He gingerly slid onto the couch next to you, burrowing his face in your neck, arms encircling your middle. 

“Love, I’m not mad, okay? I’m just worried. My sweet baby’s broken and I didn’t know about it–and I couldn’t even be here to take care of you.” He placed a delicate kiss on your neck.

You told him all about the accident, assuring him you weren’t in any pain. He pouted when he heard about your struggles to get around, declaring himself “at your service” for the duration of his time home.

The next day, you woke up keenly aware of your boyfriend’s presence. Closing your eyes, you gently rubbed his back in small circles, basking in the feeling of having him in your arms again. Placing a kiss against his chest, you nuzzled him with your cheek, calmed by the steady beat of his heart. 

Slowly coming awake, he hummed softly in his throat, a lazy smile gracing his perfect features. 

“Good morning, love. What should we do today?” he wondered aloud. “I am at your disposal today.” He brushed your hair from your eyes, moving to cover your mouth with his own.

Sighing with contentment, you mentioned needing some things from the store. Like an eager puppy, Baekhyun left to do your bidding, returning an hour later with the groceries and a bakery box full of delicious treats from Paris Baguette. 

“Ahhh”, Baekhyun coaxed, holding up your favorite strawberry mochi doughnut for you to take  a bite. Taking the bait, you sank your teeth into the soft pastry, the taste of fresh strawberries hitting you like a fresh wind. 

“Mmmmm”, you hummed your approval as you chewed. “A girl could get used to this.” 

“Get used to what? Staying in bed all day? Delicious doughnuts? A devilishly handsome boyfriend?” Baekhyun teased you with an ease that you’d missed in his absence. 

“All of the above,” you affirmed, stretching like a cat to relieve the tension in your shoulders. 

~*~

Over the next week, Baekhyun was true to his word, practically waiting on you hand and foot. Well, as much as you would let him, that is. He *attempted* to cook you food, helped you to the bathroom, plastic-wrapped your cast before a shower, and brushed your hair when you were done. “Helping his baby”, he’d said, beaming with pride. 

With Baekhyun’s leave coming to a close, you grew sad at the thought of not having him around everyday. Waking up in his arms in the morning, hearing him sing to himself while attempting to fry an egg, even the way he smacked his lips when he ate, you’d miss them all. On the morning of his departure, it was your turn to be clingy–finding any and every opportunity to touch him–a hug from behind, lacing his fingers through yours, sweet eskimo kisses. 

With his bag packed, Baekyun stood in the living room, taking in the space one last time before his departure. From your vantage point on the couch, you could see him fidgeting with his hands, almost looking nervous. Perhaps he was nervous about leaving you alone to fend for yourself. 

Coming to stand before you, Baekhyun cleared his throat. 

“Baby, this week has been so wonderful. Taking care of you this week has really made me think about how important you are in my life. I know I have to leave, but it doesn’t feel right leaving you alone to fend for yourself.”

“Baek–”, you started to interject. 

“No, love, it’s my job as your boyfriend to take care of you–which is why I’ve talked to my mother–she wants you to move in with her and my dad for a while while you recover.”

“But–” 

“No ‘buts’, love. I want you to have the support you need to heal. It’ll be great–you’ll get fed–you know my mom’s a great cook–and she’ll help you get around. Though she is a *bit* miffed that you didn’t mention this to her prior to this.” He gave you a pointed look with that last sentence. 

“Baekhyun, that sounds lovely–but it’s not appropriate for their son’s girlfriend to be staying in their home.”

“I know, I know, it wouldn’t be appropriate for my girlfriend to be staying there, but my fiancée staying there would be an entirely different matter.”

You froze as his words, lips suddenly immobile as his words soaked in. Baekhyun fiddled with something in his pocket, pulling out a black, velvet box. Getting down on one knee, he opened the box to reveal the most gorgeous ring you’d ever seen. Heart in his eyes, he stared up at you.

“Baby, I love you so much–and I want to be your support, your protector, and your lover for the rest of my life. Marry me?”

Moving as fast as your casted leg would let you, you inelegantly threw your arms around his neck. Baekhyun steadied you, pulling you close in an intimate embrace.

“So, I’m assuming that’s a ‘yes’?”, he said, chuckling at your enthusiasm. 

“Yes! A hundred times, yes!” You took his face between your hands, pulling it forward to smash your lips to his. After you both came up for air, Baekhyun slid the stunning, halo-cut ring on your finger. His hand lingered, enjoying the feel of his ring in its rightful place.

Baekhyun’s phone buzzed, indicating his ride back to base was here. You pulled him in for one more hug, memorizing his scent, hoping it would last until the next time he came home. He grabbed his bag and started towards the door, looking back to keep you in his gaze as long as possible. 

“Goodbye, wife.” He grinned, clearly liking your new title. 

“Goodbye, husband.” You returned his smile, heart fluttering. “What a week–doughnuts AND a proposal…and a fiancée who’s leaving me.” You jutted your lower lip out into a dramatic pout.

“My poor baby”, Baekhyun cooed, striding back to pull you in for one last hug. “Wait just a little longer, my love, then I’ll be at your service for life.” 

~*~

Hello! Thank you for reading A Sweet Hurt! If you liked what you read, please consider liking, commenting and/or re-blogging so this content is easier for others to find. My requests are OPEN, so feel free to submit an ask if you have an idea! 😊

*Please note: I consulted https://www.nhs.uk/conditions/broken-leg/ for information about in order to write this story, as I am not a medical professional, nor am I knowledgeable about the treatment of broken legs. If you are in such a situation, please seek appropriate medical attention.*

XOXO, Emmy

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Ready or Not

Characters: Baekhyun x Reader 

Genre: Romance, fluff, AU

Rating: Fluff, Angst

A/N: Hello, awesome people! I received a request for a !bodyguard Baekhyun/pregnancy fic so here we are ;) I hope you enjoy it! If you like what you read, please feel free to give a re-blog so that others are more easily able to find this story and enjoy.

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This had been a bad idea. 

A really, awfully bad idea. 

Out of all the bad ideas you’d ever had, this was the worst, actually, dating your bodyguard that is. 

There was that time you swallowed a Lego when you were eight-years-old. And the time you tried to bleach your hair in your best friend’s bathroom. Not to mention the slip ‘n slide full of Jell-O in your dorm room hallway. But hair grew out and hallways could be cleaned, but this was one mess that couldn't be fixed. 

Staring down at the plastic stick in your hand, you sighed.

 Two Lines. Two teeny, tiny lines that seemed so inconsequential, but that would actually change everything. 

Pregnant. You tried to quell the rising anxiety of what this meant for you. Was it possible that the test was wrong? Maybe. But looking down at the two other positive pregnancy tests on the food of the bathroom, you figured that was highly unlikely. 

Sitting on the cold tile floor, you took stock of your life. If life were a soccer game, you thankfully had a pretty good field position. You had supportive family and friends, a decent place to live, and money stashed away for a rainy day. You were going to be okay. However, now you worried, would he be okay? How would the man who held your heart react to the news of him being a father? Would he be happy? Or would he be cold and distant? Baekhyun was incredibly hard to read, a fact which made you more nervous than ever.

“Y/N? Is everything okay?”, a deep voice questioned from the other side of the closed door. 

Two distinct knocks followed, then silence. 

You weren’t ready to face this. Face him. You briefly wondered if he’d go away if you stayed quiet. 

Two more sharp knocks broke the silence, more insistent this time. 

“Y/N?” The door knob rattled. “What’s wrong, Y/N?” His voice grew more desperate. You heard a tinkling sound, like he was trying to pick the lock.

“Nothing,” you lied through your teeth, “everything’s fine”. You winced, cringing at just how unbelievable you sounded. You cursed your lack of ability to lie convincingly at times like this. 

He snorted. “Fine, my ass, Y/N, that’s the worst excuse I’ve ever heard.”

The rattling sound continued, then abruptly stopped, and you heard the click of the lock disengaging. Framed in the doorway stood a stocky, well-built man dressed in all black. He entered the small space, eyes darting around the room to scan for any potential threats, just as his job demanded.

Seeing you slumped against the wall, he rushed towards you, stopping when he felt the crunch of something underneath his boot. He bent to retrieve the slightly-flattened item, freezing in place when he realized what he held in his hand. Looking down at the test in his hand, he frowned, a quizzical look blossomed on his face. He grabbed the box off the counter, scanning the back to look for instructions, clearly unfamiliar with the way pregnancy tests work. Once he’d found the information he wanted, his eyebrows shot up like a rocket. 

“Pregnant?”, he said, looking questioningly at you.

You nodded solemnly, stone-still as you wanted for the moment of truth. This man had the power to shatter your heart, if only he knew. 

“Pregnant,” he whispered, voice gone soft.

Before you knew it, you were being lifted princess-style and carried out of the bathroom. Strong arms gently deposited you into the center of your bed and you were suddenly grateful for the familiar, softness of your blankets, a stark comparison to the cold, marble tile where you’d been seated moments before. 

Feeling a dip in the bed, you turned to find yourself face-to-face with the man who was partially responsible for your current predicament. Baekhyun reached out a calloused hand, stroking the backs of his fingers down your cheek. Pulling you close, he burrowed his face in your hair, as your head rested against his chest, feeling the steady beat of his heart. As Baekhyun stroked his hand down your back, breaths feathering through your hair, you realized that the stark, serious Baekhyun was trying to comfort you. 

Baekhyun, in general, was usually about as cold and serious as they came. Technically, you were his job, so in the beginning, he’d treated you about as warmly as a copy machine that was always broken and forever out of toner. Over time, you two had grown closer, allowing you to see small glimpses of the warm, gentle Baekhyun that you’d come to care for. Suddenly, you were pulled out of your thoughts as Baekhyun started to speak.

“We’ll get through this together, Y/N. Whatever happens, we’ll figure it out.”

You sagged in relief as he pressed a gentle kiss to the top of your head and you felt soothed by his nearness. As you laid there with him, a companionable silence fell over the room like a curtain. For the second time that day, you assessed your field position, and you were honestly pretty satisfied with where you’d ended up. You hadn’t known what to expect from Baekhyun, but you were happy with where things were headed. 

Perhaps starting an illicit affair with your bodyguard-turned-boyfriend was slightly better than swallowing a Lego, you mused with a smile, falling asleep to the gentle rhythm of your lover’s heartbeat. 

~~~~~~~~~

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XOXO, 

Emmy

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Phoenix - Chapter 2

Pairing: Soldier!Baekhyun x Doctor!OC AU: Zombies Genres: Romance, Thriller, Action Warnings: Violence Chapter word count: 4k

Masterlist | Chapter 1 | Chapter 3

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Phoenix - Chapter 1

Pairing: Soldier!Baekhyun x Doctor!OC AU: Zombies Genres: Romance, Thriller, Action Warnings: Violence  Chapter word count: 5.6k

Masterlist

Baekhyun and Seri are an unlikely pair, united by their struggle for survival amid a global crisis. Faced with a deadly disease that turns people into ruthless monsters, can the soldier and the doctor make it out alive?

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obsession | chapter 4

pairing: reader x baekhyun

words: 10k+

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

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

warnings for this chapter: mention of murder, murder, mental illness(s), mention of death(s), manipulation, mature language, violence, obsessiveness, aggression, suicide.

do not read if: you are triggered by any of the warnings i listed prior. this fic will contain this theme throughout the chapters. if you are not comfortable with that; please skip this post. please remember this is a work of fiction.

viewer discretion is advised

playlist for this chapter:

love taste - baekhyun pov

knee caps - baekhyun pov

creep - baekhyun pov

pacify her - y/n pov

(a/n) im so happy with how this turned out. and i hope you guys do too. sorry for the long wait. also yes- there is only one pov for this chapter. it won't stay like this. like always replies are open. please send me messages, requests, your thoughts! always appreciated! reblog and like as it really helps me out. enjoy this chapter!

Baekhyun’s POV

hey don’t worry about texting back fast i just had a question-

No.

how are you? did you sleep well? you didn’t throw up right?-

No.

i love you so much, i want to be buried in your skin. i think about you all the time and i can’t stop.

Baekhyun sighs as he retracts his last text to you. This was hard. Putting a whole act on just so he could be with you. He wished that you would just fall in love with him just as easily as he did with you. He rises from his desk, lumbering his phone in his hand as he makes his way to his bathroom.

As he flicked on the lights, he intensely peered at himself in the mirror. He was growing some stubble on his chin, frowning, he brushed his hand over it. He hated facial hair, especially on him. He had a youthful, pretty face, there wasn’t any need to grow it. His features were perfect, clear pale skin with a rosy hue to his full lips. He liked his moles too; they were like pretty little stars sprinkled here and there. He removes his hand from his chin, admiring himself some more.

His black hair was flat, it didn’t have much volume. As he bundles a fragment of it with his hand, he attempts to floof it up, add some texture to it. The mirror version of him frowned, obviously not satisfied with the results. He looked down at his phone, an idea popping into his head. He searched up hair salons nearby, not noticing that he was biting on his fingernail. His finger pauses over one location, it had good reviews, they specialized in coloring. Hm. Baekhyun never thought about dying his hair, he preferred his dark locks, thought it made him look more natural. He debates over it for a moment.

Baekhyun doesn’t like unwanted touching, that’s why he enjoys cutting his hair himself. People didn’t deserve to be close to him like that; his body was a temple after all. Anyone but you were not allowed to enter it. But this could be a good change, maybe you would like it. And if he was going to plan a date with you, he wanted to make sure that his looks were up to the best of standards.

Change.

That annoying word that was embedded in his thoughts for the past couple of days. He didn’t think he was capable of it, in fact he didn’t think that there was anything needing to change in the first place. Sure, he’s a bloodthirsty murderer who kills people whenever he pleases, but hey, who doesn’t get a little angry sometimes? He snaps out of his train of thought when his phone buzzes lightly in his hand.

this is baekhyun, right? it’s y/n.

It’s you. Baekhyun nearly fumbles his phone in his grasp, a sudden sweat washing over him. He sinks down to sit on his bathroom floor, his back laying against the wall as he reads over the text you sent him over and over. You texted him first; that was a good sign. He’d take it.

this is he. i’m surprised you texted me first. i’m supposed to do that >:(

He waits, his body shaking with excitement. Somehow you made him feel like a little kid again, Y/N. Every moment he spent with you, whether it was virtually or physically, he will always become the happiest person in the world. He eyes the dots dancing on his screen, imagining you’re just as nervous and excited as he is right now.

haha, i beat you to it. get used to having a woman take charge >:)

Oh, Baekhyun will definitely get used to that. He tries to ignore the growing tent in his sweats, licking over his lips as he quickly texts you back.

i don’t mind that. i’ve been thinking about what we should do for our date.

A second passes, you respond.

i was just thinking about that too. :) what did you have planned, mr.perfume boy?

In all honesty, Baekhyun has racked through his brain thinking of the perfect date all morning, his indecisiveness getting in the way of picking someplace to go to. His immediate thought was a nice dinner, maybe they’d take a stroll in the park after. But no, you’d get cold. The second choice was the amusement park. The colorful lights, the innocent atmosphere could cheer you up. But Baekhyun hates roller coasters, and doesn't like touching railings or handlebars. They’re disgusting and don’t ever get cleaned. Until finally…he got it.

i want you to come over. i’ll cook us dinner and we can buy a movie of your choosing.

He knew you; you liked simplicity and not going over the top. Although your choices of decor were…brash, right now you didn’t need to be wooed by an extravagant, fancy dinner. You also didn’t need to be around people too, and maybe Baekhyun just didn’t want men staring at you. You would like this, you would appreciate him for thinking about you in such a dire time.

that actually sounds…perfect. when are we doing this???

Well obviously today, Y/N. He couldn’t stand being away from you, especially this long, especially after being around you, feeling your lips on his. You feel the same way too, don’t lie to yourself. You liked him, Y/N. You like his teasing, the sweet smiles and staring. You savored it, you loved the feeling of being taken care of. This was all part of the manipulation. He smirked as his fingers dashed on his screen.

tonight, duh. i’ll pick you up around 8. i’ll have a surprise for you. :)

So he decided to schedule the appointment. Who knows? Maybe it won’t be such a bad experience letting someone take care of him for once. He waits as the phone rings, thumping his foot on his bathroom floor.

“Hello, this is Yoo Salon. How can I help you?”

He fidgets a bit. “I uh- I wanted to schedule a hair appointment. I’d like to dye my hair?”

“Of course. Do you have someone you’d prefer?”

He snorts. “I’ve never been there before. This is my first time going to a salon in years.”

“Sure. So it doesn’t matter who I get you in with?”

“Not at all. I just need it done before 8 o’clock.”

“Well… we’ll see. Can I ask what color you’d like done?”

Baekhyun ponders on it for a moment. He snaps his fingers, his lips pushed together in a pout.

“I want something different. Ah, something that will make me stand out.”

“Platinum is quite popular these days, sir.”

Hm. “Platinum it is then.”

-

He shouldn’t have done this. No, he really shouldn’t have. Do you know why, Y/N? Because this bitch won’t stop flirting with him, and although she is somewhat decent, Baekhyun has no intention of playing it up for her. You are the only one that matters, and this bitch with pink hair isn’t getting the point at all.

She finishes putting the toil in his hair, and Baekhyun scrolls mindlessly on his phone. Really all he does is look through the same conversation you had earlier, he thought his hairdresser would get the idea that he’s a taken man. But yet, she proves him wrong once again.

She stands behind him, smirking at him in the mirror that’s placed in front of him.

“You know, so many girls are going to think you’re cute with this color.”

He raises his eyebrows, laying his phone in his lap.

“Yeah? Well I’m not interested in girls.”

“Oh? Men?”

He sighs exasperatedly.

“I’m interested in women.”

She pouts, and Baekhyun is disgusted. Her foundation is two shades too dark, and she chose to wear a bright pink lipstick; matching the dreadful dried out hair of hers.

“Oh come on,” She places a hand on his chest, “You don’t want a different taste?”

He bats her hand away, he almost, almost, wants to strangle her right now. But he takes a deep breath and smiles.

“I’m taken. Now can you make yourself useful and do my hair?”

She blinks, a stunned expression pops up.

“Y-yes. Well at this rate, your hair lifted well. Give it 5 minutes and I’ll come back to finish up.”

He opens his phone up again, not saying a word. He could see her in the corner of his eye, her stumbling hands searching through her tools. She was nervous. She should be.

“Can I ask what you do for work, sir?”

She asks softly this time, not in the loud and obnoxious tone she had previously.

“I work in the fragrance business. Why?” He tilts his head, his eyes piercing through her.

She blushes. “You look like someone famous.”

If there is anything that Baekhyun loves more than you, it’s attention. So he changes his mood a bit, a mischievous smile etching onto his features. He taps his phone case with his nail.

“Do I now? Have you heard of Prive?”

The hairdresser drops the brush she’s holding, her hand immediately covering her mouth.

“O- Oh my god. You’re Byun Baekhyun. I love your perfume line!”

He winces.

“Don’t call me by my family name. Baekhyun is fine.”

He waves her off, but he thrives off of compliments and being recognized. It made him feel superior, powerful. If he were to get everyone’s salary here, and see what they make in total after a year; they still wouldn't be anywhere close to what he makes in a week alone. It’s something he prides himself in; the luxurious clothing, colognes and perfumes, the lifestyle. He was fucking rich. He couldn’t wait to spoil you and buy you anything that you wanted. That’s the dream for him. To live a happy, wealthy life with you; see you smile at jewelry he buys and trips he’ll plan. He smiles to himself as he thinks about it, the woman becoming shy all of a sudden.

“I’m sorry Ba- Baekhyun. Please excuse me for a moment.”

He gives her a questiongly look, but instead goes back to rummage through some Youtube videos. It wasn’t even a couple minutes into the game review he was watching until he noticed the pink haired woman was making it completely obvious she was gossiping to her co-workers. He frowned.

Like Baekhyun stated before, he loved the overwhelming adoration and swooning over him, but when it came to people eye fucking him and oogling him; when he already fucking told her he was taken, well. It would make any person mad. The thoughts of her neck being snapped and watching her take a last breath resonated in his head, his fingers started to twitch ever so slightly over his phone. So he raises his finger at her, curving it inward, motioning for her to come over. She immediately widens her eyes, scurrying off from her friends who were all smiling at him.

She places her hands on the back of his chair, her hazel eyes darting from his phone to his hair.

“Yes?”

He chuckles, covering his mouth with his hand. He rolls his eyes, licking his lips as he looks at her.

“Can I ask you something… what’s your name?”

She gulps.

“Eunbi.”

“Eunbi, that’s a pretty name. Is my hair ready yet?”

Eunbi peeks through the foil, and Baekhyun can catch a glimpse of the new shade of white.

“Actually…yes. Let me rinse this out and I can touch anything else up.”

He shakes his head, turning his body to face her. Her cheeks began to turn a nice shade of red.

“I have another question for you Eunbi.”

Eunbi nervously smiles.

“Y-yes?”

“Do you mind giving me your card? I’d like to have you as my hairdresser again.”

“Me? Really? I- of course! That’s not a problem!”

The radiating happiness emitting from her deflected straight off of Baekhyun, the fake smile he plastered on his face just shining through his disgust. He tips his head down as he takes the card from her, purposely letting his fingers linger on hers, catching onto the shyness that’s painted in her eyes. She’s so dumb, and so very careless. He couldn’t wait to kill her. He places the card in the front pocket of his black coat.

It didn’t take too much longer for her to finish, her carefully washing his hair and the occasional lip bite in his direction. He had to say…even though she was a stupid cunt, she did a pretty great job. There were still parts that were darker, but the overall job was executed perfectly. He checks himself out for a moment when she takes off his apron, dusting it out behind the chair.

He stands up, letting a small cough out. “Ah, thank you so much, Eunbi.”

Eunbi bows, a small giggle slipping past her lips.

“Thank you for allowing me to do your hair, Baekhyn. Please- call me.”

She winks, and Baekhyun resists the urge to throw up. Instead he gives her a tight knitted smile and a nod. As he walks away to get to the front desk and pay, he’s stopped by a hand on his shoulder. He snaps his head to the side in frustration, the anger rising in him. He swiftly turns around, giving her a sweet smirk.

“Yes?”

Eunbi fidgets with her fingers. “I- I think you’re really handsome. Please give me a chance.”

He blinks in confusion. Then, he scoffs as he looks off to the side.

“Would you do something for me?”

“A-anything.”

He places his hand under her chin, moving his head forward opposite of her ear as he whispers,

“Be a good girl and don’t be so needy.”

He pushes her face to the side harshly, his teeth grinding together. She doesn’t say anything else, just peering at him with tear filled eyes. He rolls his own, trying to cover up the sarcastic laugh that’s crawling up his throat. It wasn’t like Baekhyun wasn’t used to women flirting with him, trying to sleep with him. But when he’s a taken man, he doesn’t want to entertain anybody’s fantasies and hopes that he’ll give them a chance. He was repulsed when his friends or acquaintances would ever so easily sleep with any woman that flung themselves onto them. Baekhyun was a gentleman after all; he believed in having one person and that was it.  Perverted thoughts, looking at porn, speaking to other people when you were with someone was cheating. Call him old fashioned but that was the way he liked it.

Baekhyun finished up paying for the appointment, the receptionist smiling brightly at him before he gave his thanks. He gave Eunbi one last glance as she was sweeping up her area; he just wanted to remember how stupid she looked right now. Because soon, she would be dead, suffocated and betrayed by the blood that pumped life into her. He chuckles as he pushes the glass doors in front him, exiting the building.

He grunts as he enters his car, pulling out his phone from his front pocket. The business card he received from the woman slightly poked out, and he pushed it back into place. He checked the progress on the meal that he purchased for the both of you from the restaurant he took Mina to not too long ago. Because yes, he promised he’d cook, but he didn’t trust himself enough to make it himself. He wanted everything to be perfect, because that’s all you deserve. Plus, he didn’t mind spending a grand on this; it would be worth it. It wouldn’t hurt if you thought he was an amazing cook, better than Kyungsoo.

Ding!

He eyes flash to a notification on the top of his screen;

Jihyo, you placed an order for takeout! Estimated time of arrival: 9:00.

Oh yeah, he forgot about that. He managed to tap into her phone easily. The problem he was facing however, was that it was 7:30. And he made plans to pick you up around 8. So you could probably understand how this was slowly turning into a troublesome scenario for Baekhyun. He bit his lip as he threw his head back against his headrest, looking at the gray interior of his car.

“I can just say…” He drums his finger on the dashboard, “I forgot something.”

He wanted to kill her as soon as possible, and it doesn’t help that it had to happen tonight. The longer the bitch was alive, the more pain it caused you, Y/N. You wouldn’t say it, but Baekhyun knew that’s how it was. He wouldn’t be able to live, no, he would rather die if the person who cheated with his significant other was living their life happily and without a care in the world. That’s why you had him, Y/N. He would deal with it, he would do the thing you wouldn’t do.

He’s going to kill her and savor the image of her last, dying breath.

-

Baekhyun had finished setting up the dinner plates and placing the expensive food in their designated places. He poured wine into two glasses, red, because he preferred the dark and sweet flavor. It also reminded him of the satisfying and beautiful shade of blood. He was…nervous. Driving to your home was extremely difficult for some reason, his heart beating against his rib cage and the shallow breaths he pushed out from his tightening throat. He’s never felt like this before, Y/N. Only you could make him react like this, make him feel normal about first date jitters.

Sure, he’s had to play it up for you, manipulate you, pretend he wasn’t a bloodthirsty killer. But Y/N, you made him feel like a human being. He wasn’t just someone who kills because of important reasons, not someone who would die for you, not someone who was obsessed with you. You looked past those things, even if you didn’t know about it. You saw him as an innocent, caring, nurturing man. Maybe his mother was right, he was changing. Just maybe, he wasn’t a monster.

Monsters don’t kill out of love, after all.

He shakily grabs the bouquet of roses he bought for you from out of the passenger seat, looking at himself in the rearview mirror. He decided to keep on the black coat, a black button up with white polka-dots splashed on it, and simple black slacks. His platinum hair was combed back, some strands falling on his forehead. He looked good. He gives himself a small, ‘fighting’, and exits out of his vehicle.

He wondered what you were wearing as he walked up the steps to your nimble apartment, would you go all out for him? Just like he did for you? Of course you would, you were in love with him after all, why wouldn’t you try and impress him? He pauses before he knocks on your door, afraid of what will eventually transpire between the two of you. Would you end up not sharing the same emotions he had for you? There was no reason why you wouldn’t; after all you ended up kissing him. Even if you were drunk, that still meant something. It had to.

So he finally knocks. He takes a step back, looking down at his outfit. He almost didn’t want to look you in the eyes, too afraid if you didn’t like any of this. The flowers, the new hair. As he tries to regain his breath, you swing open the door. And wow, Y/N. You…you are beautiful.

You had on a white satin dress that stopped before your knees. It almost looked like a shade of luminescent pearl, the way it had a subtle glow to it. You accompanied the dress with white stiletto pumps, nothing too fancy, it had a short heel. Your hair was slightly curled, falling effortlessly past your shoulders. And then your face. Light makeup, you didn’t need it anyways, but Baekhyun knew that you wanted to feel prettier. Just as he’s about to say something, he stops.

Your lips. He knew that shade. The…brand.

Chanel Red Lipstick.

“Baekhyun?”

He dizzily snaps out of it, trying to take his attention off of the abomination that stained your lips.

Baekhyun smiles at you, raising the bouquet forward. You let out a small chirp, your eyes aglow.

“You look…amazing. I- wow. You really had to outdo me, huh?”

You laughed as you gripped the flowers close to your chest, your cheeks beginning to burn pink.

“I can look good when I put in the effort. It was hard but…I was excited to see you. But look at you,” You reach forward to touch his hair, and Baekhyun takes the chance to inhale your scent, “Your hair is different.”

His eyes glimmer with curiosity.

“Yeah. Do you like it?”

You purse your lips, your eyebrows furrowing together as you drop your hand.

“No, I hate it.”

He doesn’t know what to do other than gape. But then you hit him playfully on his arm, laughing.

“Of course I like it. I think you look really…handsome.”

The last word comes out strained, and he can see that you’re thinking of something else, maybe, someone else. He takes this moment to erase those thoughts by reaching his hand out to you, bowing his head to the ground and letting a light hearted laugh out.

“Will you accompany me to my house?”

He feels your soft skin touch his, the familiar and intoxicating sensation that burns through his entire body. This is it. This date, this was going to be the story that he would tell his children about. He can picture it already, two bubbly, beautiful kids sitting next to him and you, their curiosity of how their parents met; the heart of the conversation. He’d bring you closer to his side, slightly tickling you to hear the melody-like sound that is your laughter, and he’d look adoringly at what the two of you made, together, and talk to them about your first date. How he swooned you with his amazing cooking skills, how nervous he was before he knocked on your door, how entranced he was when he saw you like this for the first time.

“Of course, Baekhyun. I wouldn’t want to be with anyone else.”

He smiles at you as he raises his head, ushering you to come outside with him.

“You won’t need anyone else when you have me.”

“Is that a threat or something?” You say sheepishly as you lock the door behind you.

He squishes his lips together to form a pout.

“It’s a promise.”

You falter for a second as you adjust your dress, the flowers cradled into the nook of your arm.

“You…you can’t break a promise, okay? You promise?”

Baekhyun simply looks at you, his demeanor changing into something more serious. He places both of his hands on each of your arms gently, lightly pushing into your glass-like skin.

“You won’t ever have to worry about me breaking a promise,” He takes a step down the stairs, “I’ll prove it to you tonight. I’m nothing like what you’ve experienced, Y/N. Trust me.”

You look like you’re debating in your head, your eyes never leaving his. He stands there waiting, and for a second he’s afraid you’re going to run back inside, too scared for this, for him. But then you quickly shake your head, brushing your hair back behind your ear. You nod cutely, linking your arm with his. He hides the sharp breath he had concealed for a moment and leads you down the staircase. He opens the side door for you, his eyes never tearing away from the enchanting view that was you.

It was nice having you with him, Y/N. He can’t remember the last time he enjoyed a conversation like this, a conversation that wasn’t filled with bickering and artificial compliments. You had a way with words, the way it flowed smoothly. He imagined your voice like honey, soft and sweet, dripping slowly but gracefully. It was almost poetic, the tone you displayed with each word. He stopped at a red light and out of habit looked in the mirror, making sure nothing was out of place. You snicker, and he turns his head to you.

“What?” He asks shyly.

You look down at your shoes, a toothy grin pops out.

“It’s just that you’re really cute. Checking yourself out and stuff. Kyungsoo- um, I mean…he never cared about his looks when he was around me. I didn’t think you would be so attentive about it. You know you’re effortlessly attractive right? Don’t be so nervous around me. I wouldn’t care if you showed up in battered clothes.”

Baekhyun’s heart skips a beat.

“You’re too sweet. You’re making my heart flutter. I’m supposed to be doing that to you.”

He shakes his head and grins, pressing on the gas as the light turns green. He hears you hum quietly, and during that, he steals a side eye glance at you. He’s been trying to ignore it this entire time, but… the lipstick. He doesn’t want to ask you, doesn’t want to hear that he was right. That it’s the Chanel lipstick that he forced Mina to never wear around him, to scrub it off with those chemical infused makeup wipes. You pulled it off, so much more than that whore ever did. But in the back of his head he can’t shake the unnerving thought that it’s okay. It’s not okay. So why was he trying to convince himself that it is?

As they finally reach his apartment, you give him a small grin, but your eyes say something else.

He leads as you follow behind him, not saying a word. He becomes worried, was his place not what you had expected, Y/N? It was hidden away, in a remote area. He chose it mostly because he liked being isolated from people, and didn't want to bother with neighbors if things ever got out of hand with previous lovers. He reaches in his pocket to fish out his keys, but he has to know what’s on your mind. You were standing there quietly, your bubbly and charming self that was in the car had seemed to disappear.

“Are you okay? Did I do something wrong?” He stands in front of you, letting the keys dangle against his leg.

You look around him, your attention gravitating to the garden of flowers that’s proudly displayed before the entrance. Again, you look around, your eyes dancing to the staircase that leads to the second story of his apartment. You look back at him, your mouth dropping every second.

“This…this isn’t an apartment. You live in a fucking mansion, Baekhyun.”

He turns around to look at his home. Sure, it was bigger than most apartments. But that’s what the tenant said it was. It was a two story building, a staircase outside that went to his office workspace, the garage underneath held two parking spaces, for his other two vehicles. He didn’t have any people that lived within the building, it was all for him. But to Baekhyun, this was small. It was a simple, normal apartment. He never thought of it as luxurious in any way, mostly because he’s owned mansions in the past. He decided to move here because it was quaint. It didn’t draw a lot of attention. It also didn’t have any other houses or apartments near it, he requested a location that was away from most civilization.

“This? No way. You should have seen my other homes. This is nothing.”

You stutter, your heels clacking on the cement nervously.

“You- I guess I underestimated how much money you have. You’re like in the middle of nowhere.”

He shrugs as he flashes you a smile, pushing his key into the lock.

“I don’t like to talk about it. I’m a very humble person.”

You snort as you follow him inside of his place.

“You’re not going to kill me or something right? Taking me out where there’s no one around.”

He freezes in his steps, and then swerves his body to face you.

“The truth is I’m a murderer.”

Silence.

He breaks it by chuckling, your facial features twitching between a smile and a frown.

“A joke. Come on, where’s your sense of humor?”

You laugh awkwardly.

“R-right. You had me there for a second. Totally believed you.”

He could hear the relief in your voice. He pushes away the nerves that were bundling in his chest after noticing it, and instead grabs your hand to lead you to his living room. Baekhyun really outdone himself here. He lit small tealight candles and placed them on the glass table that was in the middle of the spacious room, the plates sat around them. The glasses were perfectly set, and the lights were dimmed. He doesn’t miss the small gasp from you, his ego starting to inflate. This was what you needed, Y/N. You needed him to remind you of your worth, and he swears that he’ll always be doing these types of things for you from now on. Seeing the expression on your face was enough to drive him crazy, leave him wanting to know how you would react to the expensive gifts and trips he would do for you. He wanted you to love him. He loved you. He loved you. He loved you. He loved you. He loved you-

“Do you like it?” Baekhyun silences his thoughts.

You stare at him, your lip trembling. You place the bouquet on the black couch, then you make your way to him, a slight hurry in your steps. You wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him in close. He could replay this moment forever, Y/N. Your perfume ringing in his nostrils, the way your hands fit perfectly around the round of his neck, the undenying love that you had seeping out of you for him. You were falling; so quickly, and he wasn’t prepared for you to do it so easily, so beautifully. You would be like him, obsessed.

“I love it.” You sniffle into his left shoulder. He feels your throat bob up and down against him, trying not to cry. He simply rests his head on your shoulder, closing his eyes as he takes you in. He wraps his arms around your waist, tightening his grip on you.

“You deserve this.” He whispers against her neck.

She pulls back, and he watches as the foundation melts away from the tears trailing down your cheek. He brushes his thumb to stop the upcoming tears from falling, smiling at you. You laugh softly, your hand stopping on the front of his chest pocket. Suddenly, you pause, and Baekhyun looks down, confused.

“What’s this?” The paper that was still in his pocket was peeking out, and he chuckled as he pulls it out to show you.

“It’s kind of a funny story. My hairdresser was so adamant on giving me her number so I just took it out of pity. It’s just her business card, but I was going to throw it away.” He lies.

Something flashes in your eyes, and Baekhyun, for the first time, doesn’t know what it was. You drop your hands from him, a look of hurt splashing amongst your features. He falters.

“You’re not just using me right? Because it took alot for me to do this a-and-”

He comforts you by shushing you, throwing the card on the ground and cupping your cheeks.

“I would never- do that to you. You’re important to me, Y/N. Don’t ever- say that.”

The tears that once displayed a sign of happiness were shadowed by tears of sadness. You purse your lips, your gaze searching for something else, someplace other than him. He can’t have that. You can only look at him, you don’t have to be afraid of him hurting you, Y/N. Your eyes belonged to him, they were reserved only for him. He snaps you out of it by shaking you lightly in his grasp. You hiccup, your eyes filled with confusion.

“Do you understand me? I’m not like him. I will never be like him. You have me, only me.”

“I…I’m scared Baekhyun.”

He pauses, letting his hands release from you. You stare at him numbly. He sighs.

“Scared of what?”

“I’m scared of losing you. I know that we just met but,” You run a hand through your hair as you step off to the side, your voice reaching a higher frequency, “you’re the only person that’s been there for me; that understands me. I don’t want to scare you off or anything but why…why am I so attached to you? I don’t know why. Am I crazy? Do you think I’m crazy?”

You were shouting now, looking at him with a crazed expression, and Baekhyun…he loved it. Because this, this, Y/N, this is what he’s been feeling and knowing for a while now. It was refreshing to see it in someone else rather than himself, and it was so fucking lovely. He loved seeing you strung out like this, coming to terms with the infatuation that he knew you had for him. The worry and fear of not wanting to be without him, the creeping and haunting obsession that is love, that terrorized you, the obsession that he created in you. Sweet and unsuspecting manipulation that played to you like a symphony, that he orchestrated with his charm and innocent facade. So he doesn’t want to calm you down right now, the mess that you are. But he knows that he has to in order for you to become accustomed to your newfound feelings.

He rushes over to you, shaking his head and smiling. You look at him exasperated, short breaths that are coming out too quickly, the signs of a panic attack. He holds your hands in his his, and you look down at the intertwined flesh, your cries starting to slow down.

Baekhyun attempts to hide the growing excitement in his voice when he speaks.

“You’re not crazy. I understand you. It’s okay. I will never abandon you, Y/N. You’re so much stronger for admitting this to me. I’m not scared of this, of what we have. It’s fucking real. It’s more real than you’ll ever know. So when I tell you to trust me, I want you to trust me. Can you be good and believe that, Y/N?”

Your words come out as a whisper.

“I trust you.”

He tightens his lips together as he grazes his finger on your lip, smudging the red down your lip.

“Do you want to be with me?”

You look up at him with big eyes, your features softening.

“I- I do. But I want to take things slow.”

He nods.

“We can take it slow. We’ll go at your own pace.”

You shy away from him now, a flush of embarrassment spreading over your face.

“I-I’m sorry. I don’t know what came over me-”

He moves his hand swiftly to your waist and pushes you against the wall. You let out a small yelp, not expecting the sudden closeness between you and him. He looks at your hair, combing a strand that stuck to your wet eyelashes. He focuses back on you, his heart beating fast.

“Don’t apologize for that. I needed to hear that. I was so lost until I met you.”

You suck in a breath, your eyes flickering from his eyes to his lips.

“I feel like I’ve been lost too.”

He flattens his hand that was formed as a fist against the wall, licking his lips.

“You’re going to be mine, do you know that?”

“Am I?”

“We don’t deserve to be alone. We deserve this; me and you. We’re deserving of the chance for happiness. Don’t you see? We’ve only been thinking of each other and the connection we share. We’re good for each other. Don’t you agree?” He mutters out desperately.

“I guess so. I just don’t want to be by myself anymore.”

“So say it.” He hisses out.

“Say what?” You mumble.

“Say you’ll be mine.”

You take a moment before you tremble out the words he’s craved.

“I’m…yours.”

A guttural hum crawls from out his throat, pleasing the thirst that he’s been wanting to quench.

“That’s my girl.”

He doesn’t miss how you enjoy hearing that, a small grunt slips past your pretty lips. He wants to kiss you right now, to tear your white dress off your body and explore every single part of you.

As he inches towards you hesitantly, watching as you move your body closer to his, he could smell the light fragrance of mint. He squeezes your hip, nudging his nose with yours, closing his eyes.

“Baekhyun…”

“Don’t…say anything.” He murmurs against your lip.

“Please- don’t hurt me. Don’t be like him.”

He opens his eyes, meeting your lovestruck brown ones, there’s a hint of curiosity, worry.

“I will never hurt you.”

You suddenly push your lips on his, your eyes closed tightly shut. Baekhyun’s eyes are still glued onto you, surprised by your neediness. He smiles into the kiss, silently laughing to himself when you don’t move against his pink lips. He raises his hand to grip the back of your neck, holding you in place as he deepens the intimate moment. You moan quietly as he licks your bottom lip, tugging on it gently, right before he sweeps his tongue into your mouth. Your tongues fought for dominance, the heat radiating off of your bodies making the mood of the room that was once romantic into something hungry; the sweet and undenying desire for one another.

You tug on the bottom of his shirt, releasing it from where it was tucked into his slacks. He grabs your hand, pinning it against the white wall. He pulls back from you, a string of saliva dripping off his lip, you whimper from the loss, putting your knee gently in between his legs, rubbing him. And fuck, Y/N, he would have taken you right there and made love to you, soothing your fiery deprivation of him, but his phone buzzed, halting the interaction.

You looked up at him like you were in trance, your hand placed on his chest. He clicked his tongue as he released your hand from the wall, reaching to his pocket.

Jihyo your food was delivered! Enjoy.

“Fuck.” He scolded himself, how did time pass so quickly?

You curiously try and peek at his screen, but he abruptly pulls it back, earning him an angry look.

“What is it? Why can’t I see it?” You protested.

Just go with what you were going to say, Baekhyun.

Baekhyun stammered, “I- I forgot something. I forgot I ordered some desert.”

You squint at him. Instead of him cornering you, it felt like he was the smaller person now.

“Yeah? Are you lying?”

He scoffs, “Of course not. Just give me 20 minutes and I’ll be back. You can look around, start eating. It won’t take too long. I promise I’ll be back before you even notice.”

You move past him without saying a word, plopping yourself on the couch. You reach towards the wine glass and swirl the crimson liquid around, a deadpan face being given.

“Why can’t I come with you then?”

He shifts his weight, uniting his hands together while trying to fight the nervousness he’s exhibiting inside. “Because I want it to be a surprise.”

“So? I want to come with you. Let me come.”

“No.”

You put down the glass, leaning back into the couch cushion. Baekhyun continues to stare. He hoped you would say something else; the silence becoming too loud. Why did you have to be so adamant on this Y/N? Did you really want to come with him so you can watch your boyfriend’s secret affair be stabbed to death? You weren’t thinking about anything else but him, which was nice. Baekhyun would be thrilled about it if he was going anywhere else, but not this. Right now, he wasn’t happy about your neediness to be with him, he just wanted you to stay put.

He crouches down, putting his head in his hands.

“Can you please…just stay here?” He whines out.

You sigh.

“Fine.”

He looks up excitedly, rushing over to you and planting a kiss on your cheek. You’re still mad, he can tell, but he doesn’t miss how the corner of your lips were fighting off a smile. He rubs the top of your head before he pulls the keys out of his pocket.

“Don’t miss me too much, okay?” He smirks at you as he walks away.

“Yeah yeah. This better be some good dessert, Baekhyun.”

“I promise.”

He gently closes the door behind him, the sweet front he put on for you vanishes; the only thing that’s on his mind now is Jihyo. He resists the urge to moan as he pictures her dead body on the floor, the blood seeping from underneath her, the way she’d scream for someone to help her. There wouldn’t be anyone to save her, not from Baekhyun. He’d do it quickly, he already written the suicide letter as well, it was in the glove box along with the new knife he bought, specifically for her.

He sings a tune that’s been stuck in his head as he drives, smiling to himself.

You were something else, Y/N. A beautiful, loving and driven woman who knew what she wanted. Baekhyun already knew that you had fallen for him; it was just a different experience altogether to hear your rambling in person. To hear how much you needed him, the way that something clicked inside of you after spending one night with him. He didn’t know just how powerful he was, being able to get inside your head like that. Death works in miraculous ways.

It only took killing your boyfriend to make you realize what you really are.

You were just like him.

He checks the time as he finally reaches his destination, 9:30. He parks his car a street down from the apartments, grabbing a black hoodie he stashed in the back seat. He looks at himself in the mirror as he stuffs the knife and letter in the hoodie’s pocket, examining his looks. He would never get over this; the high before the kill. A rush of adrenaline pumping in his veins, the delicious feeling of taking one’s life. If he had to do this for the rest of his life, he wouldn’t complain. So he finally exits the car, keeping his head down to avoid any looks from anyone outside.

He grips the black handle of the knife that’s hidden away in the pocket, revelishing the very touch of it. Baekhyun already knew where she lived, of course he did, he’s not sloppy. He walks into the apartment building, his eyes washing over the bright and grand decor of the open area. She was rich after all. She worked for her father’s business, the well known CEO of Samsang, an electronic company. He doesn’t once raise his eyes as he approaches the receptionist desk, which earned him a confused stare from the woman standing behind it.

“May I help you with something, sir?”

He looked off towards the elevators to the left, he just had to get past this first.

“I’m just meeting a friend. Is there a problem?”

The woman sighs as she ducks her head down to try and look at him. He shys away, covering his mouth with his hand.

“I just have to write your name down. It’s just for records.”

Really?

“Uh, it’s Oh Sehun.”

She types away on the desktop computer, the clicks and clacks ringing out in the silence.

“And who are you meeting with?”

He looks up this time, giving her a hard stare.

“Why does that matter?”

She had short black hair that stopped before her shoulders, a navy blue uniform on display. She just rolls her eyes, bringing her hands to fold into one another.

“Many residents that live here are famous. I need to make sure you’re not a paparazzi or a fan.”

“She’s no one important.” He lashes out.

She pauses, giving him a puzzled look. He watches as she reaches towards the phone, sirens begin to go off in his head. He reaches over the desk, grabbing her arm. She looks back at him shocked, but he quickly removes the hood, flashing her a smile. That did something.

“I’m sorry. I’m meeting with my friend Jihyo. She just went through the loss of her boyfriend and sent me an alarming text so I’m just checking in on her. This shouldn’t be a problem right…Nayeon?” He looks at her name tag placed neatly on her shirt.

She blushes as he removes his hand from her.

“A-ah yes. Jihyo. I heard about that too. Poor thing,” She bats her eyelashes at him, “That’s so nice you’re checking on her. She hasn’t seen anyone since it happened. You two must be close.”

He chuckles, how far from the truth that was.

“Super close. She’s been stuck in my head for a while.”

The receptionist giggles at that, fidgeting with a pen she picked up.

“She’s lucky someone like you is thinking about her.”

Baekhyun is just too good at this shit. He nods at her before he starts to walk away.

“I’ll be going now. Can’t imagine the state she’s in. Thank you Nayeon.”

“N-No problem. Please stop by whenever you’d like Sehun.”

He almost trips, forgetting the fake alias he gave her. He waves at her sweetly before he presses the button to enter the elevator. Nayeon was still staring at him until the doors closed, and Baekhyun finally let out a sigh of relief. He rubs his eyes harshly, then slapped himself in the face. He needed to focus. It takes him out of it when stupid distractions get in the way of his job. He listens to the small bell-like noise as he stops on the floor he memorized.

This was it. He was going to do this for you, Y/N. Watch the stupid bitch die and come back to you, you who were waiting for him at home. That had a nice ring to it. He couldn’t wait for the phone calls and texts that you would send him before he came home from work, the cuteness and neediness of wanting to see him. Nothing could get in the way of him pursuing you.

He walks towards the door that had 56A engraved into the frame, a gold-ish hue bouncing off of it. He covers his face once more with his hood, reaching his hand into the pocket to make sure he still had everything prepared. He licks his chapped lips as he knocks lightly, then puts his ear on the cold wood to listen for any footsteps.

He draws back from it once he hears a loud obnoxious moan emitting from the other side. He watches as the door knob rattles a couple of times, and finally, it swings open, revealing a depressing sight. The woman didn’t have any makeup on, dark circles decorated underneath her dark brown eyes. She had blemishes scattered over her pale skin, her long black hair tied into a bun. Her sweats were stained with food remnants, crumbs lingering here and there, her shirt filled with wrinkles.

She gives him a frown.

“I already got my food.”

He smiles.

“We forgot something.”

Jihyo elicits another groan, turning around to look inside her apartment.

“I got everything. By the way, the food is terrible. I couldn’t even eat a bite-”

He pushes her limp body back from where she came from, inviting himself in as she scrambles. He slams the door shut behind him, taking off his hood and smirking down at her. He brings out the knife from his pocket, watching how it gleamed in the dark living room. Jihyo raises her hands in front of her face, her voice wavering as she cries out.

“Who are you!?”

Baekhyun scoffs as he gets down at her level, pressing the weapon’s tip to her head.

“You don’t need to know. You have some fucking nerve, thinking you could get away with what you did.”

“What I did? What are you-” She freezes, her eyes widening as she takes him in, “I-I know who you are. You’re the fucking guy that was at Y/N’s apartment. What the fuck are you doing?!”

That put a damper on things. He presses the knife into her head slowly, covering her mouth to mute any screams. Tears run down her dreadful face, her lips trembling in Baekhyun’s palm.

“Jihyo…don’t you know you’re a whore? A sick, disgusting cunt. The world doesn’t need you.”

Just as he’s about to push the blade straight through her puny skull, she bites down on his hand, making Baekhyun drop the knife and hold his hand in pain. Jihyo stands up, but before she does, she grabs his prized possession and points it at him. He tilts his head at her, a smile erupting on his face. This would be fun.

“Get the fuck away from me. I’ll fucking kill you.” She spits out angrily. She doesn’t move from her spot as Baekhyun stands up, massaging his hand from the bite she had given him.

“You’re going to kill me? Okay, I’ll give you a chance,” He raises a finger at her, motioning her to come at him, “If I win, I get to ring your neck and stab that little heart of yours.”

What he didn’t expect was for Jihyo to throw the knife behind her, then run at him at full force, landing a hearty kick to his stomach. He doubles over and stumbles into the cream colored couch. Before he could even react, the small woman grabs a lamp that sat on a little nook beside him, breaking it on his head. He groans in pain, his vision stained red as blood dripped from his eyebrow. What the fuck.

“What the fuck are you? A fucking rabid dog?” Baekhyun raises his hands to defend himself.

Jihyo stands a couple feet away from him now, her hands balled into fists.

“Six years in Taekwondo. Still think you can kill me?”

He can’t stop the giggle he lets out.

“I did martial arts too. Hapkido. Didn’t think I’d ever have to use it until now.”

Jihyo snarls at him, repeating the speedy encounter she landed on his unsuspecting self a moment ago, but this time, he was prepared. He ducked down, rolling himself underneath her, watching as her foot collided with the broken glass. She yelps in pain, but Baekhyun was one step ahead of her. He leaps towards her legs, huddling them together as he throws her onto the ground. Her head bangs on the wooden floor and he quickly crawls up her body and pins her. Jihyo however knees him in between his legs, Baekhyun gritting his teeth together as he slaps her across the face.

She pushes him off, crawling towards her kitchen. He limps after her, his eyes spotting a picture frame that sat on her tv stand. He hurriedly picks it up and throws it at her back, watching as her tiny body contorts in the sudden attack. Baekhyun smiles to himself as he jumps, his weight crushing her. He spins her body around to face him, the left side of her forehead swelling up, her teeth stained with blood. Jihyo tries to kick him again but he just reaches down to stop her movement.

“I think…” He takes a deep breath, wiping the blood from out of his eyes, “I win.”

Jihyo looks frightened for the first time, her mouth hanging open in defeat.

“N-No. I don’t want to die!”

He laughs loudly, throwing his head back.

“You’re so fucking delusional. Did you actually think you’d fucking kill me? I never lose-”

Oh.

Oh.

Her shaky hand holds the forgotten knife that she threw earlier, holding it to his throat.

“Move, and I stab you.” She threatens him precariously.

He brings his hands in the air, not ripping his eyes away from the sharp blade. He removes himself from her body, standing up. She follows suit, keeping the knife in its place.

“I’m going to…call the police. If you make one fucking move on me, I’ll do it.”

Baekhyun nods slowly, walking with her as she makes her way over to the couch. He watches as she dips down to grab her cell phone, her eyes never leaving him. Jihyo looks down at her phone to input her password, and Baekhyun thinks this is it. He actually…lost. He was done for.

He would never be able to see you again, you would know what he did, be disgusted with him.

A lone tear falls from his eye. He pleads.

“Please. Don’t do this.”

The woman looks at him and laughs, blood spitting from her mouth.

“Just a moment ago you were trying to kill me. Are you delusional?”

All of a sudden, a knock makes itself known in the apartment. Both of them look at the door in surprise, Jihyo still holding the phone in her hand, the call still not made.

“Go to the door.”

She presses the knife into his throat a little more, Baekhyun wincing as the flesh breaks. He nimbly walks over to the awaiting person on the other side of the door, Jihyo behind him.

He doesn’t want to answer it. So when he doesn’t do anything once he stands in front of the frame, Jihyo grabs a handful of his hair and yanks his head back. She hisses out,

“Open. The. Door.”

Baekhyun didn’t know what he expected, really. Maybe it was Nayeon, checking in on the situation. She seemed worried about the tenant living here, and obviously made it known that she was attracted to him. He wouldn’t mind seeing one person that liked him before he went to prison anyways. But what he didn’t, honestly, expect was…

You.

You stood there, your eyes wide as you took in the scene in front of you. Baekhyun lets out an audible gasp, his heart breaking in two. This couldn’t be happening. Why the fuck was this happening? How did you get here? When did you get here? Why…why are you here, Y/N?

“What the hell is going on here?” You press anxiously. You don’t move, keeping your eyes on him.

He tries to speak but his voice betrays him.

“I’ll tell you what’s going on, this fucking guy just tried to kill me.”

Jihyo rages out, digging the knife into his throat more. Baekhyun’s pretty sure he’s going to pass out. You look at him, worried, but then you direct your attention behind him, to Jihyo. There was something in the air before it happened, he couldn’t describe what it was. The look of pure hatred floods your face, and before he could register anything else, he’s being flung to the side, Jihyo letting out a screech.

You shut the door behind you, your back to the both of them. Baekhyun covers the wound on his neck, trying to stop the bleeding. You slowly turn around, your white satin dress flowing gracefully as you did so.

“Baekhyun. Tell me what’s going on.”

He stares in disbelief on the ground, watching as you don’t tear your gaze away from Jihyo, who is still holding the knife in her hand. Her eyes bug out, a quick breath exhaled from her.

“I- I…I wasn’t trying to kill her, Y/N. You have to believe me.” Funny how in a pretty obvious situation of what’s going on, he still chooses to lie. But he’s willing to still paint himself as innocent to you, anything than what he actually was.

Jihyo throws her arms in the air, waving the knife around as she gasps loudly.

“Oh come on. He came here and told me he was going to kill me. What happened to believing the victim?”

Baekhyun stutters out, “I’m the victim here. You wouldn’t stop texting me. I came over to stop your persistence of being with me. You attacked me when I told you no.”

You look at him this time, shocked.

“She was texting you?”

Jihyo shakes her head, “I don’t even know him. I wouldn’t do that.”

You laugh this time, looking at her.

“You wouldn’t try and take someone away from me? Isn’t that your whole shtick? Let’s see…you willingly got with my boyfriend, knowing that he was already in a relationship. And I’m supposed to believe you? Jihyo, let’s get one thing straight,” You walked towards her, Jihyo cowering, “I’m the victim here. You will never be the victim.”

She lets her guard down as you spit the last word out, and you snatch the weapon from her hand. Jihyo looks at you stunned, abruptly getting to her knees and bowing her head.

“P-please. I never meant to hurt you. He said he loved me!”

Baekhyun watches in amusement with a sly smirk. He adjusted himself on the ground, leaning on the couch. He didn’t know you had this in you, Y/N. This raw power that only he thought he had concealed. But here you were, knife in hand, showing the whore who was in control here. You weren’t real, no, you were everything that he dreamed about having. You were a monster, just like him. His mother was right.

He saw her in you.

But instead of a terrifying and gruesome beast only made in nightmares, he saw something beautiful.

You’re just like an angel.

So he sits and watches more as you bring your foot to stomp on her head, Jihyo letting a gurgled out scream as her nose collided to the floor. He could hear the snap from where he was, and he laughed at her pain. You crouch, bringing the knife to her chest. You speak so sweetly to her, the words sounding so light and airy rolling of your tongue.

“He didn’t love you. He didn’t love anyone. You don’t get to stand here and tell me that my boyfriend loved you. Who do you think you are? Who the actual fuck, do you think you are telling me you weren’t trying to make a pass on Baekhyun? For the first time since Kyungsoo’s death, I’m happy. And here you are, again, trying to take my happiness away from me. This time, I’m ready. I’m fucking ready to stop you. I deserve to be fucking happy. Fuck you.”

You raise the knife in the air, bringing it towards Jihyo’s chest. But before her demise, you freeze, inches away from the kill. Baekhyun gapes, confused. He crawls over to you, looking at your eyes shake in fear. He smiles at Jihyo, who is just as confused as he was. He places a hand on your back, to which you jump a little, staring at him with teary eyes.

“I’m not a… murderer, Baekhyun.”

He puts his knee on the fallen woman’s throat, a hitched gasp escaping her lips. He gawks at you, trying to camouflage the overwhelming love he felt for you right now.

“Of course you’re not a murderer, Y/N. This poor woman killed herself.”

Your words stumble over each other, as if your mind is trying to understand what you meant.

“What do you mean?”

He gives you a twinkling beam as he rests his hand over yours on the hilt of the knife.

“I mean…Jihyo here was suicidal after Kyungsoo’s death. She couldn’t get over it. The only way to deal with the pain was by killing herself. Do you understand?”

Your once puzzled expression is wiped away with realization. You mimic him quietly, looking down at the assaulted woman whose eyes race between you and him.

“She couldn’t get over it.”

He nods, bringing the knife back up in the air with you.

“Right. She killed herself.”

Like a trance, you repeat it.

“She killed herself.”

He raises his eyebrow as you push his hand off of the weapon, violently pushing the knife into Jihyo’s chest. She arches her back, blood gushing out of her mouth. He stares in amazement as you swiftly pull it out, a smile appearing on your face. Just as he’s about to say something, you surprise him by stabbing the lifeless body once more. Then another. And another. Until finally you plow it deep into her neck, her blood splattering onto your white material.

Baekhyun was stunned. Not only did you initiate the killing yourself, you fucking liked it. It was written on your face. You enjoyed killing Jihyo, the worthless pile of shit that had this coming.

He didn’t think he could be more in love with you; but you proved him wrong, Y/N.

You drop the knife, taking deep breaths as you turn to face him.

“I just killed her-”

He crashes his lips on yours, grabbing your waist to pull you into his embrace. You comply, twisting your hands in his hair, slightly tugging on it. He chuckles darkly into your mouth, to which you pull back and giggle nervously.

“I got paranoid so I followed you here. I’m sorry, I just- I don’t know. I thought you were going to see the hairdresser. I-I thought she lived here and you were coming to meet her-”

Baekhyun shakes his head. “It’s okay.”

You let out a sigh. “It’s okay? It’s okay that I did this, right?”

“It was meant to happen.”

“I think I like you too much, Baekhyun.” You stutter brokenly.

He looks at you adoringly, and nothing was more breathtaking than the view he had of you right now. Blood has covered the side of your cheek, your dress, your hands. Your lips were shaking slightly, and someone might assume that you were in a traumatic state, but the look in your eyes showed complete control. He knew there was something different about you. From the start.  You finally admitted the love you had for him by saving his life. You killed for him.

“That’s my girl.”

[pixiebyun]

obsession | chapter 3

pairing: reader x baekhyun

words: 10k

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

tag list: @mayboy @vishary15 <3

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

do not read if: you are triggered by any of the warnings i listed prior. this fic will contain this theme throughout the chapters. if you are not comfortable with that; please skip this post. please remember this is a work of fiction.

viewer discretion is advised

playlist for this chapter:

be my baby - baekhyun pov

can't take my eyes off you - baekhyun pov

just the two of us - baekhyun pov

i just want to be the one you love - baekhyun pov

(a/n): okay guys, this is the new and better chapter 3 of obsession. i really like the route that i'm taking and i hope you do too. you'll come to understand each of the characters a little bit more. like always, replies are open! please send me messages, requests, your thoughts! always appreciated! reblog and like as it really helps me out. enjoy this chapter!

It was surprising. To say the least. To have the woman that claimed to be your boyfriend’s…girlfriend, talk to you about their relationship. Baekhyun stayed throughout all of it, stating he wanted to be there for ‘support’. You really didn’t care, because everything was happening too fast. It was like you had been hit by a fucking truck; you didn’t have any warning. So as the pretty girl continued to talk, you just listened. That’s all you could do.

“...I’m sorry. I’m sorry that these are the circumstances that you had to find out. I never meant for any of this to happen. I was just his supervisor at the restaurant he worked at. Please, don’t blame him. I was the one who initiated things.”

You interject. “You can’t tell me not to blame him. He was the one who decided to be with you.”

The girl shuffled her feet together where she stood in front of your door frame. You don’t know what to do, Baekhyun is standing behind you now, a hand on your shoulder. It comforted you knowing that he was here. You didn’t know why but you were glad it was him rather than Sehun. Maybe it was because you were close friends with the younger man, he knew Kyungsoo. They talked often, went out for drinks with you guys. So perhaps he knew about the cheating. He just didn’t want to tell you. You scoff as you look at the ground, your thoughts becoming too much.

“How long.”

She does a double take, gulping.

“Two years.”

Oh. That really hurt. To think you had no idea, you assumed you were living your best lives together. For all of that to just mean nothing to him…you meant absolutely nothing to him. You flinch, Baekhyun tightening his hand on you. He moves forward, to stand in front of you.

He inhaled before he spoke. “Maybe you should go, Jihyo.”

Jihyo swayed for a moment, almost like she wanted to say something else. But she quickly agreed, shifting her purse on her shoulder. She bows, and she trots down the stairs. Baekhyun closes the door, his back turned to you. His hand stays on the doorknob, but you notice just how tightly he’s holding onto it. His knuckles are turning white, and you can see him trembling. You walk towards him slowly, confused by his reaction.

You whisper, voice cracking, “Why are you here?”

He still doesn’t turn around, his demeanor was foreign to you. You’ve never seen him act like this; this feeling you’re reading as pure anger.

“That’s just…fucked up. It makes me mad.”

He doesn’t answer you.

You rub your hand up and down your arm awkwardly. Although it was nice to have company, you didn’t know Baekhyun. The whole thing was strange, and you didn’t know why a complete stranger was reenacting the anger you were supposed to be having right now. You were numb, you didn’t have any more strength to confront the situation. But Baekhyun…

“Answer me, Baekhyun.” You try to sternly say.

He stiffened before he turned around to meet your eyes, taking a deep breath.

“I told you. I wanted to tell you something about the night my girlfriend died.”

“I don’t believe you.”

He glanced off, clearing his throat.

“You don’t have to. Does it matter?”

Did it? You didn’t know as you stood in front of him. You get a better look at him, his black hair was neatly combed back, maybe he puts gel in it. He had dark circles, and his eyes looked irritated, like he had been pulling all nighters. His lips were cracked and dried out. However, just like the first encounter you had with him, he was well dressed. Black slacks that were well ironed, a white collared shirt that looked practically new. You had to wonder how he was able to put any effort into his looks when he went through a loss. You didn’t even want to shower, nonetheless put in any effort into how you dressed.

You stumbled on your words as you broke eye contact with him, shrugging.

“I guess not, “ You sigh as you walk past him, hitting his arm, “Do you want something to drink?”

If you were going to be depressed, you might as well get drunk and depressed. You’re defeated, and you don't care about anything anymore. Baekhyun mutters an, ‘sure’, and you nod. You grab two bottles instead of one, and trudged back to where he stood. He was still staring at you with his bloodshot eyes as he took it. You just made your way to the living room, slumping into the couch as you glug down the bitter drink.

“So… Do you want to ask me any questions?” He walks over slowly, tapping the glass bottle in his hand as he sat down next to you.

No. You shake your head as you let your head lay back on the cushion.

“Not really. I’d prefer not to talk about our dead partners if you don’t mind.”

He blinks and tilts his head to the side, taking a swig of his beverage.

“Well, what do you want to do then?”

You look back at him as you swing your head over. You grimace.

“Nothing. Why are you still here?”

He teasingly places a hand over his chest, forming his pink lips into a pout. He lays back on the couch himself, smirking at you. Yeah, he was cute. You attempt to put a smile on.

“That hurts. I didn’t know you could be so mean, Y/N. If you don’t want me here just say so.”

You could use the company, you remind yourself. “Fine. What do you want to do? Sulk and cry?”

He snorts. “As fun as that sounds, I was thinking we should go somewhere.”

You quirk your eyebrow at him, lifting your chin up as you drink again. He stalls for a moment, just staring, again. He really liked looking at you, huh?

“Do you still want something to eat?”

“Maybe.” You squinted at him.

His eyes glow, that darned smile makes its appearance yet again.

“I know this great take out place nearby. Best. Food. Ever.”

He flashes a toothy grin at you as he pauses after each word. You can’t help but let a giggle escape your lips as you roll your eyes at him. Maybe this will help get your mind off of everything, maybe this would be good for you. Who knows, you’ll end up making a friend.

“Fine,” You stand up and place the bottle on your living room table, “But if this isn’t the best fucking food I’ll ever eat, I’m never going to talk to you again.”

He positions his drink on the table as well, a warm blush creeping on his features.

“If it’s not the best food you will ever eat, you can fucking kick me in the balls.”

You gape at him, “You sure? There’s no take backs. And I’m in a pretty bad mood.”

“Positive.”

“We got a deal. Let me change.”

As you close your bedroom door, you immediately sink down on the ground. You stare ahead of you, Kyungsoo’s nightstand within your vision. You suck in a breath as you push yourself up, walking towards it. You halt as you look at the photo frame he had of the two of you, picking it up gently. Kyungsoo was smiling into the camera, and you, well he had just finished attacking your face with the icing from the cake he had made for your birthday. You’re scrunching up your nose and pissed off, you had spent an hour doing your makeup. You laugh to yourself, raising a finger to brush past his face.

This was hard. Moving on, accepting death, finding out your dead boyfriend cheated on you. You couldn’t even be mad at him, who stays angry at the deceased? Still, you thought as you placed it back on the wooden table faced down, you couldn’t help but know that Kyungsoo wouldn’t have understood what he put you through. That was the type of person he was, oblivious to the pain he might have caused to others, the look of confusion when you did tell him when something was wrong. He never would have wanted to hurt you like he did, but maybe that’s why he snuck around and lied to you. He knew it would break your heart, and he attempted to still stay…right? At least he pretended. You sigh, shaking your head. Stop making excuses.

Then there was Baekhyun. You walk towards your drawer and start to put together an outfit. As you rummage through different blouses, you start to think about the stranger in your living room. He was nice, understanding. He was the only person to get how you were feeling. It doesn't hurt that he’s attractive as well. But you’re not going to pursue anything, you can't. Plus, he was probably looking for a friend too. The connection you two had was rare, with both of your significant others dying. Who wouldn’t want to be surrounded by people that they can relate to?

You shimmy on your jeans and readjust the yellow V-neck shirt you settled on. As you look into the mirror above your dresser, you give yourself a disgusted frown. Your mascara had run down past your nose, the black streaks staining your skin. Your skin was pale, like a vampire had drank all the blood from your body. You try to rub the mascara off with your hand, rubbing furiously. You shrug at yourself, there were still remnants of the black fibers clinging to your cheeks, but it would have to do.

“Y/N? We still going or what?”

Baekhyun knocks on your door, and you jump a little bit. You give yourself one last glance, the sides of your face twitching up, attempting to front a happier appearance. Let’s go, Y/N.

-

He insisted that you two walked, considering it was close by. You stay looking at the night sky as both of you walk down the sidewalk. Baekhyun had his hands tucked into his front pockets, blabbering about what he does for work. It was interesting, you could give him that.

“It’s fun. The actual term for what I do is called a ‘Perfumer’.”

You tried to hide the snicker, but you can’t help it. It was a pretty fucking funny name. He nudges your arm as he begins to laugh as well. He brings a hand to tap his cheek, fighting off a blush.

“Hey! Don’t make fun of me!” You give him an exaggerated nod, bringing your hands to mockingly put a zipper on your lips.

“I won’t laugh. Go on.” He shakes his head at you, still chuckling.

“I’m responsible for approving or rejecting the batches presented as finished products. I don’t want to brag but not many people do what I do. As well as I do.”

You widen your eyes, amusing him.

“Yeah? Would I know anything you have approved of, Mr. Perfumer?”

Now he’s rolling his eyes.

“Gucci, Louis Vuitton, Versace, Dior. I’ve even started my own line. Have you heard of Privé?”

Holy shit. Of course you know Privé, it took Korea by storm when they released their first perfume. You think you even purchased it after seeing it trend online. But then you think back to your first encounter with him, remembering how he commented on the perfume that you wore. You pause in your steps, Baekhyun mimicking you as he gives you a smug look.

“That’s how you knew what perfume I was wearing?”

“Of course. I literally get paid to smell perfumes, Y/N.”

You put your hands out in front of you like you’re defending yourself. Baekhyun looked high and mighty as he continued to walk. You decide to give him a little push, teasing him.

“Well, I think that’s cool. I can’t believe you work for brands like that. I also can’t believe I’m hanging out with the creator of Privé.”

He tries to pass it off coolly, shaking his head. But you knew he liked that you complimented him. As he leads you down the street past convenience stores and small shops, he stops in front of a small vendor. You peer at the little makeshift shack, a banner reading, “Street Food”.

There were two other people already in line, and it looked like a mother and daughter were the ones who ran it. The younger girl was stirring Tteokbokki in a large pot, while the elder woman was making Hotteok. You realize you’re almost drooling as Baekhyun taps you on your arm, and you chide yourself.

“Guess I picked a winner.” He remarks.

“You just got lucky. I love Tteokbokki,” You reply with a smirk.

As you finally get to the front of the line, the younger girl working the stand suddenly blushes. She starts to put her hair behind her ear, her brown eyes fixated on Baekhyun. You grin at this, kicking his foot. He abruptly looks at you, obliviously. He was reading the prices they had on a piece of paper, but as soon as he turned his head to meet the girl, he smiled brightly.

“Hello. Can we get two servings of Tteokbokki?” Wow, was he a charmer. He put his elbow on the table, cocking his head to the side as he wooed the blushing mess in front of him.

She nodded, “Y-yes. That will be two dollars.”

You go to reach for some money that you brought with you, but Baekhyun rests his hand on yours, shaking his head. He looks back at the girl, who is waiting for payment.

“What’s your name?”

She cracks her mouth open partially, sheepishly looking away.

“Yeri.”

He brings his finger to swipe his lip, his gaze was sultry, and for some reason a twinge of jealousy entered your body. You try to rebuke the sudden feeling, but the more you stared between the two of them, the more you wanted to pull him away. He was here with you.

“I knew someone with the same name. But look, Yeri. The Tteokbokki is two dollars a serving. Why are you selling it to me for only half the price, hm?”

Yeri stuttered. “A-ah…first time discount.” She looks at you for the first time, giving you a resentful frown. She returns back to Baekhyun, beaming. “I insist.”

Before the cocky man could say anything else, the elder woman stepped in. She gave Baekhyun a glare, reaching the palm of her hand out.

“Just give us four dollars then,” She looks down at the girl who’s cowering now, “Yeri, leave the couple alone.”

You snap your eyes to her, shaking your hands.

“Oh no, we’re not-”

“It’s okay. My girlfriend doesn’t care. I was just having some fun. Here.”

Girlfriend? You try to interrupt again, but he pulls out a five dollar bill as he covers your mouth. The lady snatched it out of his hand in a hurry. She pulled Yeri with her, pointing to the pot that contained the Tteokbokki. You walk off to the side, away from the stand. Baekhyun skips over to you, waggling his eyebrows. You furrow yours back at him.

“That was cute. I think she likes me.”

You fold your arms across your chest, not looking at him.

“Didn’t know you were such a playboy, Mr.Perfumer.”

He steps in front of you, ducking his head. He smiles.

“Yeah? Are you jealous?”

You let a bitter laugh out. Why did you get jealous?

“Of course not. Why would I be jealous over a high school girl?”

He shrugs as he stands next to you.

“I don’t know. It sure seemed like it, though. I don’t hear you interjecting that you aren’t my girlfriend.”

“Whatever.”

You don’t say anything else, and he just tucks his hands back into his pockets. When your food was finally ready, the younger girl was stuck deep frying the Hotteok, so the elder handed the cups to Baekhyun. If looks could kill, Baekhyun would be lying on the stone cold ground. Even though you were still trying to push away the thoughts of why you were jealous, you had to admit it was pretty funny. You didn’t miss how Yeri looked longingly at your friend, and you giggle as you jokingly intertwined your arm with his. He shoots you a confused stare, watching your eyes as you look at the girl. His head starts to look back as well, but you tug him along, walking back down the street you came from.

As soon as you’re out of sight, you let go of him, to which he whined.

“I’m cold! You were helping me not turn into a popsicle.”

You pick up a piece of the glorious rice cake, your eyes turning two times bigger. You stick your tongue out at him before you shove it into your mouth. The flavors danced on your tongue, and you couldn’t resist dancing a little bit as you walked. He followed suit, closing his eyes as the food entered his mouth. A small guttural groan comes from out of him and you kick his leg.

“You sound like a pervert.” You say through a mouthful of food.

He swallows as he playfully kicks you back.

“I can’t help it. Look, I’ll admit I’m a pervert if you admit you were jealous earlier.”

You suddenly were interested in the grout sprouting through the cracks of the cement.

“I don’t know what you mean, playboy.” You rebuttal back.

He murmurs out an, ‘Mhm’, eyeing you up and down.

“Come on. Admit it. You were jealous that I was flirting with her.”

“I was not!” Your lips trembling as you tried not to laugh.

He suddenly grabbed your cup of food, making you gasp. He held it up above you, shaking it lightly. You try to jump, but he responds by getting on the tip of his shoes, rising higher.

“I won’t give it back to you until you tell the truth.”

He gives you a daring look. You tap your foot on the ground, thinking about it. I mean, you were only jealous because he took you there and did that. It didn’t have to mean anything else. Did it?

“Let’s say hypothetically I was. Now can I have it back?” You reach up, but he simply grins with his perfect white teeth. Baekhyun shakes his head, getting close to you. You don’t move as he gets right in your face, his breath fanning over you.

“Don’t worry about being jealous anymore. You won’t have to be.”

You purse your lips. The cold air was alarmingly growing warmer by the second.

“What do you mean by that?” It came out as a whisper.

He darts his tongue out, moisturizing his lips. He began to come closer, his lips ghosting over yours. Why aren’t you doing anything? Your heart beats rapidly against your rib cage, and right when you think he’s going to kiss you…

“Interesting.” He smiles.

Your heart flutters, and then he’s gone in the blink of an eye, running down the street. You had to take a moment to collect yourself, and then you find yourself yelling at him as you follow him.

“Hey! Baekhyun!” You’re laughing.

And it was nice. It was dark out, the moon hanging in the sky, the stars faintly out. Even though the streets were dark and you could barely see, the more intently you focused on the boy running in front of you, the more you realized how he was like a light, brightening up your path.

He turned around to look at you, gasping for air as he ran backwards. It was like slow motion, your hair falling in front of your face as you attempted to keep up, him, laughing at you.

You felt okay.

-

He stayed with you for a couple more hours, insisting that the two of you talked about how great the food was, and as a matter of factly, how he was right. You push him over on the couch when he smugly says it, your hand grabbing the bottle of beer that was sitting next to the empty cups of food you had finished.

“All I’m saying is that I was right. No need to get mad about it.”

You smirk at him before you drunkenly speak.

“I had fun today. T-thank you.”

He sits up, giving you a sweet nod.

“You’re welcome. Listen, we should do this more often. I think it’ll be good for us.”

You agree, you didn’t think once about Kyungsoo the entire time. This would help, and in the back of your head you had hoped he would have said this. You were too embarrassed to admit it; you liked being around Baekhyun. You just met him but you knew that you didn’t want to be around anyone else, no one would truly understand your pain more than him. He speaks again, his tone strained.

“You have something…on your lip.”

You bring your hand lazily to your mouth, trying to feel for something. When you can’t, you peer back into his eyes, pouting. You reach forward, and maybe it was because you were drunk, but you bring his hand to your face.

“Take it off for me, then.”

He gulped, and your eyes watched as his Adam’s apple bobbed up and down. He was nervous?

“You need…to be more careful.”

He retracts his hand, licking his thumb. Once again, he puts it on your face, and you can’t help but look at him. He was hot. You push up against his finger, surprising him. He falters a little as you move your body close to him, your hand resting on his. He doesn’t move his finger from your lip as you press your chest against him. Why are you doing this, Y/N?

But you don’t listen to yourself. For some dumb, fucking, reason, you wrap your lips around him. You close your eyes as you let your tongue circle around his thumb, saturating it with your saliva. You only open your eyes when you hear him whisper a small, “Ah”. His eyes looked at you hungrily as you finished sucking, making a small popping noise as you let him go. You felt confident, you were in control. Finally, for the first time today, you felt like you had control of something in your life. And you didn’t want to miss this high, so you gave into the desire.

You slam your eyes shut as you push your lips onto his. You bite down on his bottom lip, pulling it back lightly. You hear Baekhyun moan, and that gives you the okay that you wanted. As you’re about to put your needy lips on his again, he suddenly pushes you back. You wobble in place as a sharp shooting pain strikes your heart. Baekhyun is flushed, and he places his hands behind him on the couch like he’s restraining himself.

You slur on your words, “Why did you…do that?”

He swallows. “You- you’re drunk. I- I don’t want to take advantage of you.”

Huh. Here you thought that maybe he found you cute too. You blush as you turn away. But he speaks again more earnestly.

“Don’t get me wrong, I find you insanely attractive. At…at least let me take you on a date.”

A date? You were not looking to date anyone right now. Or maybe you were? You were drunk.

“You? Want to take me on a date?”

He instantly brightens. A little too quickly he nods.

“Of course. I would love to go on a date with you. I love-” He stops, and you questiongly stare.

“You love what?”

Baekhyun stands up, rubbing the palms of his hands on his slacks. Your eyes don’t leave him as he awkwardly raises a fist to cover his mouth.

“I love…spending time with you. Is what I meant to say. So do you want to go on a date?”

You shrug.

“Maybe.”

His eyes pierce into you, and for a moment you swear he’s going to cuss you out. He creepily stares at you, and you feel like he’s looking directly into your soul. He passes off the weird moment by smiling at you.

“Well that’s not an answer, Y/N. Can you answer me correctly?”

You didn’t want to lie to yourself, you liked the authoritativeness that was etched into his words. You were also confused by how fast he could switch up his emotions. But in your drunken state you quickly forget about it. He was waiting for an answer, after all.

“Sure. But don’t forget your place, Mr.Perfumer. I am a police officer.” You try to make light of the conversation, but Baekhyun strides to you, entering your personal space. You lean back into the couch, not prepared for the abrasiveness. He follows after you, two arms trapping you underneath him. Just like earlier on the street, he ghosts his lips over yours. He doesn’t break his sight from yours as he speaks in a low voice.

“Is that a threat?” His lips were puckered out, his eyebrows caved in like they were sad.

You shake your head. He exhaled as he leaned on his elbow, his right hand bringing a strand of your hair to his nose. He takes a deep breath, and even though you should have found it weird, you were somewhat fond of the action. Again, you were drunk. He drops it from his grasp as he smiles. His hand caresses your cheek, and you rub against his touch. There was something truly intoxicating about Baekhyun.

“The things I’m going to do with you, Y/N.”

He pulls you back up, and you fully process how drunk you were. Everything was spinning, and the only thought you had now was that you wanted to sleep. You voice this to him in a whine, to which he led you to your bedroom. As he tucked you into your bed, you made the mistake of looking at your nightstand. The nightstand that carried a photo frame of Kyungsoo. You shakily reach out to grab it, but Baekhyun stops you. He slaps your hand away as he looks at it as well.

“Don’t do that.” He scolds you.

“I miss him.” You could feel yourself about to cry. He gets on his knees, resting his head on the bed next to your face. You shouldn’t miss Kyungsoo, he did horrible things to you. He cheated on you, he lied to your face, didn’t think about your feelings, he…he left you alone. How selfish of him to die.

“H-he l-left me.” The words came out mumbled together, but Baekhyun understood.

“You want to know something?”

You look at him through blurry eyes. You nod your head against the pillow.

He looks off for a second, like he’s mustering up the right words. Then he gives you those eyes, those pretty brown eyes.

“I’ll never leave you.”

It could have sounded crazy if you didn’t know him, if you didn’t have to mourn the death of your lover. But right now, you need to hear it. It was the only thing that stopped your muffled sobs, you stare back at him and shakily bring your lips up to smile. He winks at you before he kisses your forehead.

“I’ll text you tomorrow, Y/N. I’ll plan our date.”

You feel yourself submitting to the call of sleep, and you fight to keep your eyes open. He chuckles as he brings his fingers to close them himself, and you mumble one last thing before you give into your slumber.

“...Baekhyun.”

-

Baekhyun’s POV

So he stole some more underwear from you. And one of your shirts. But that was it, he swears. He honestly really wanted to slip in bed with you, hug you, wrap his arms around your perfect, beautiful body. But he restrained himself. He waited until he was sure that you were asleep before he searched through your apartment. As he read through journals of yours, he couldn’t get his mind off of the kiss you planted on him earlier.

He traced his finger over your handwriting as he fought the blush from entering his cheeks.

Baekhyun did not expect you to do that, not at all. But really, he underestimated himself. You were like putty in his hands, you melted from his words, and he didn’t even have to try. How easily manipulated you are, Y/N. As he reads your latest entry in the small black journal, he pauses when he sees his name.

i had to interview a suspect for the murder that occured recently. he doesn’t seem like he knows anything about it and it definitely doesn’t look like he murdered his girlfriend. but as i’m writing this, and since it’s just you and me, why can’t i get him out of my head? maybe it’s because this is the first murder case for this city, and i can’t believe a person like him is capable of it. he’s charming. his name is baekhyun. such a pretty name.

“Pretty, huh?” He takes his phone out and takes a photo of it, wanting to savor the sweet memory.

He closed it and put it back on the desk in your room. When he concludes that he should leave, he turns around and watches you sleep. The way your chest caved in and out, the way your lips were parted every so slightly. He can’t help but walk over and crouch next to you, not wanting to tear himself away from the perfect view. And maybe he does this for a while. Maybe an hour or two. Okay, he stayed there watching you sleep for three hours. In his defense he wanted to make sure you didn’t throw up.

He was obsessed with you. Everything about you drew him in. He just didn’t know how you managed to steal his heart so quickly. He won’t complain though, he wanted you to have it. You could cut him open and take it if you wanted to. He would die for you. But most importantly, he would kill for you. Which brought up the whore of a woman, Jihyo.

He knew what he was going to do. Planned it a while ago, since the day he saw her walking up the very steps he did. It was too easy, really. Another suicide. The letter would read,

i couldn’t take the death of my dear boyfriend kyungsoo. if he had to die, i have to too. poor me! i’m a cunt that deserves to choke on her own blood and have my guts ripped out of me!

Something like that.

He closes his eyes as he takes one final deep breath of your hair, inhaling sharply. He looks at you adoringly before he makes his way out of your apartment. As he skips down the stairs, walking on clouds, he’s shocked to see a familiar car parked next to his. He squints as he continues to walk closer, and then he claps his hands together excitedly.

“Chanyeol! What are you doing here, man? It’s good to see you!”

The taller man scoffs as he rolls his eyes. He pushes Baekhyun’s open arms away from him, making the smaller man frown.

“What are you doing?” He asks in a rude tone.

Baekhyun continues to look at him, disappointed.

“I’m at my girlfriend’s place.”

Chanyeol gives him a death stare.

“She is not your girlfriend, Baekhyun.”

Chanyeol, come on. Don’t piss him off. Of course you were his girlfriend. Just not yet. Baekhyun pushes his hair back as he licks his lips, the words slipping off his tongue coldly.

“Why don’t you shut the fuck up if you don’t know what you’re talking about?”

His best friend grabs him by his shirt, swinging his body to slam on the side of his car. He gets in his face, spitting on him as he angrily whispers.

“You need to leave her alone. Do you understand? Sehun told me everything.”

Baekhyun put his hands up in the air, putting a fake confused expression on.

“What do you mean, Chan? I don’t have any idea what you’re talking about.”

Chanyeol punches him in the face then, and he’s seeing stars. He laughs as he spits the blood that’s dripping out of his mouth onto him. He never wanted things to get to this point with his dear friend, so this honestly came as a shock. Why did he care if he was seeing you, Y/N? Did he… did he love you too? No, he wouldn’t do that to him. Would he?

“Do you love her?” He hisses out.

Chanyeol blinks in disbelief as he frustratingly let’s his shirt go. He walks in a circle, attempting to calm down. Baekhyun looked down at his shirt, spots of blood covering the expensive material.

What… the fuck.

“I don’t even fucking know her, Baekhyun. You need to fucking see someone. I’m being serious. There’s something legit wrong with your brain. I don’t know how much longer I can do this.”

He came back up to him now, and Baekhyun could see the worry in his eyes. He was so stupid, so so stupid, he thought. He would help him out until he was on his fucking death bed, there was nothing he wouldn’t do for Baekhyun. Both of them knew this, Chanyeol more than him.

“Aw, we know that’s a lie. Can I remind you of something old pal?”

He tenderly puts his hand on the other’s shoulder, massaging it, calming him. The boy starts to relax with his touch, and Baekhyun tries to speak as steady as he can.

“Who took care of your dad? Hm? Who is the person who stabbed your dead beat father to death because he couldn’t stand him?,” He looks off like he’s thinking, then smirks, “That would be me. So, why don’t we both admit that we’re oh so terrible people and move on? I’m going to start my new life with Y/N, and you can continue working your little job as Mr.Assistant Deputy.”

Chanyeol falls silent, so Baekhyun takes this as the opportunity to land a nice punch to the man’s chiseled jaw, watching as he falls on the ground. As the older man looked up at him horrified, Baekhyun just towered over him, grabbing him by the collar of his shirt. He spits in his face once more, the crimson splattering over his nose and cheeks. He suppresses a chuckle as he forcefully hits him again, his knuckles now covered with blood.

“If you ever, try to get into my personal life again- I won’t hesitate to kill you. And you know what? I’ll even give you the Park special deal. You want to know what it includes?”

The beaten up man just looks at him, his nose obviously broken as blood drips from his nostrils.

“Three stabs to the heart, and wait for it,” He twists the bridge of his nose, a scream filling the quiet neighborhood, “and a slash across the throat. Don’t ever cross me again, Chanyeol.”

He throws his battered body back on the ground, kicking him in the side for good measure. He groaned as Baekhyun angrily tried to rub the stains from out of his shirt. He just bought this, specifically for you. He inhales annoyingly as he pulls his car keys out from his pocket.

“So after you get your nose fixed, you can apologize by buying me a new shirt. Also, we haven’t done a guy’s night out for a while. We should definitely plan one soon. Goodnight, best friend!”

He waves cutely to Chanyeol, who is still lying on the ground in pain. He starts to whistle as he hops in his car, starting it up. As he pulls out from his spot, he pulls up to his friend’s body and steps on the brakes. He leans over to peer out the window.

“Don’t stay up too late, you have work tomorrow.”

“Fuck you, Baekhyun.”

“I love you too.”

As he drove home, the thought of Jihyo once again popped back into his head. He already knew where she lived, where she worked, even the place she liked to get coffee from. As he paused in front of a red light, he decided to pull out his phone and search her up, seeing if she had posted anything about future plans. Her FaceNook account was made public, so he was able to search through her photos and recent updates. He hovers over a post she made only a couple of hours ago.

going on a very much needed vacation. rip kyungsoo, i love you baby!

What an attention seeking and pathetic post. He clicks on the comment section, reading through her friend’s pitiful responses.

haesoo: i’m so sorry for your loss!

seung-yeon: if you ever need someone im here <3

hyo-joo: where are you going??

Finally someone that can help Baekhyun. He clicked on the reply Jihyo made.

jihyo: no where. just staying at home.

Even better. He was prepared to travel if he needed to, Y/N, but she just made it so much easier. Tapping into her phone would also be a piece of cake, Baekhyun picked up on how to do it from his friend Minseok, who specialized in hacking. He never did question him on it, just accepted his strange request to which Baekhyun would always appreciate. He planned on tapping into it and seeing when the woman would order food. That way, when she’s expecting some pizza delivery guy to knock on her door, he would happily take their place, serving her a much needed stab to the throat. It would taste better anyways.

He finally arrived home, hurriedly taking off his ruined shirt. As he threw it in his washer, he walked back into his bedroom, plopping on the bed. He plucked his phone out from his back pocket, clicking on the photo he took of your journal excerpt. He read it over and over until his eyes grew droopy, a yawn escaping from his lips.

There was nobody else for him but you, Y/N. He would guarantee that no one would get in the way of that. And if someone did, he’d take care of them like how he always does. The blossoming love that you would come to realize you’ll have for him was enough for Baekhyun, he could live, breath, and survive on just that alone. You were his lifeline, his anchor. For the first time, he was able to understand his reasoning for all of the deaths before you. It never made sense to him before, and sometimes he did question how he came to be like this.

All of those things had to happen in order to meet you. His past flings didn’t hold a place in his heart, but they meant something to him. Their deaths didn’t occur in vain, no. He should honestly be thanking them, because without their disappearance in the world, he would have missed out on meeting the love of his life. He could have made the vital mistake of marrying one of those miserable, disgusting vermin. So he pulls up the InstaBram page of his recent ex-lover, Mina.

He stops on a selfie she had taken, and he grimaces as he looks at the red lipstick on her lips.

But he soon smiles shortly after, staring into the eyes that once held love for him.

“Thank you for understanding why you had to die. I met my soulmate because of you.”

He hoped she heard him from hell. Because of course she was there, she caused the impending doom of her demise. And people who make mistakes don’t deserve the luxury to grow wings and be happy for all eternity. He giggles as he strokes his hand over the phone screen, like he’s grazing her soft skin. It was nice when people made it easy for him to kill them.

He shut off his phone, not bothering to take off his slacks since he was so tired. As he drifted off to sleep, he imagined you were there with him, snuggling into his embrace.

“I love you, Y/N.”

-

Baekhyun had returned to the innocent and sweet age of 13, waking up in his childhood home. He peers at his hands, a strange white glow detailing the skin. He knows what’s happening.

He was dreaming.

He must of have had this dream more than a hundred times, memorized how he got up from his worn out mattress, looked on at the white walls that were turning yellow due to the countless cigarettes he would smoke in there. So he amuses himself this time, deciding to run out of his room rather than nimbly walking out like he’s done so many times. He makes his way down a dark hallway, his eyes searching for a light source of any kind. He brings his hands up to block his vision as a bright white flash swallows the quiet home.

“Fuck!” He yells out in frustration.

Once the bright line vanished, he uncovered his eyes, lowering his arms. The house had natural light pouring into it now, and he could hear someone walking around in the kitchen. He doesn’t want to see them, he hates them. But he knew how this would have to go, it was the only way he could escape from the nightmare. He once tried to lock himself in his room, not wanting to confront the woman. But that ended poorly on Baekhyun’s behalf, he ended up staying up all night because he would continuously get sleep paralysis. So he takes a sharp breath, forcing his legs to step in front of each other to the kitchen he knew so well as a kid.

She looked different this time. Her brown hair was pulled back in a neat bun, no stray aways, it was perfectly formed on her head. She wore a white dress that shaped around her slim body, her hands were busy washing dishes in the sink. As Baekhyun walked up closer to her, she paused her actions, turning her head ever so slightly. She let’s a small, ‘tsk’, glide off her lips.

“Baekhyun. You’re up. Finally,” She slams a plate into the silver basin sink, to which the boy flinches, “You’re about as useless as your sad excuse of a father.”

“I- I know mom.”

His mother turned around, a judging look consuming her features. She had a kind face, it was almost like she copied and pasted herself onto Baekhyun, but there was something that the younger son didn’t yet know how to master that she did. The masking of who she truly was, a fucking monster. She shakes her head as she raises her hand in the air, and Baekhyun cowered in fear, immediately dropping to the floor and whimpering. He hated this dream, despised it. He always acted like a fucking pussy, and there was nothing he could do to stop this recurring memory he buried inside of him.

“Do you know why you kill people, Baekhyun?” The words were like venom, piercing his body and sinking deep into his veins and causing every atom to burn.

When he doesn’t say anything, she kicks him in the side of his rib, making him yelp in pain.

“It’s because you’re my son. Such a waste of life, I told him. Your father thought you were special, but I knew. I gave birth to an evil piece of shit. When I first laid eyes on you I was disgusted by you, the abomination I spent ten months nurturing and growing inside of my body.”

Yeah, he knows that already.

His mother sits on the floor with him, and Baekhyun can’t stop his lips from quivering, his eyes are stinging because he won’t allow himself to cry. He can’t show her that he’s scared, can’t show any signs of weakness. He just has to take the beatings and abusive words, he could never stand up to her. After all, he was her son, and he took after her like this. The unrelenting hatred he carried for others was the root for his uncaring mother; he harvested it from her.

“You’ve never killed someone for the sake of someone else, Baekhyun.”

He zipped his eyes to her alarmingly. She’s never spoken about this before, and this was something that actually happened in his current life. He opens his mouth shakily.

“Wh-what are you talking about?”

She smiles at him, the first time he’s actually seen it before in his life. It didn’t suit her.

“Even though I hate you, Baekhyun, I think you’re changing. After all, I did the same thing.”

He falls silent, his body trembling with anger. Stop, don’t talk about it, please.

“Don’t talk about-”

She bunches his hair in her hand, pulling it harshly, and he could hear how the follicles popped from his skull, an immediate migraine surfacing in his head. As much as he tried to pry her grip off of him, it was no use. She would always be stronger than him, even now. So she dragged him from out of the kitchen all the way to her bedroom. He always hated this about the dream, how she carried a supernatural strength that was no match for him. She throws him on the floor, and he doesn’t want to look up. He couldn’t.

“Look. Look at what I did for you, Baekhyun.”

He runs his tongue over his chapped lips, his gaze staying on the floor.

“N-no.”

“I said, look up. Don’t make this harder for yourself.”

This would be the only way he could sleep peacefully throughout the night, but fuck, he really did hate this part. He’s gotten used to the beatings and the hurtful words by now, he had to deal with them in his actual life. He didn’t mind taking it, he believes it made him a stronger person. But this? There was nothing that could shake the awful image from his head, it would always be a part of him.

As he brought his sight to the bed, he sucked in a painful, stabbing breath. The man’s eyes bored into his, no sign of life in them. His head was hanging off the side of blankets, the deep red color splattered on his face and on the white linen. His hand looked like it was reaching out to Baekhyun, and for a second he wanted to hold it, to let his dead father know that there was someone who mourned his death. But his mother steps in front of him, pulling his chin to forcefully look at her.

“He thought you could change. But you were never going to, Baekhyun. I couldn’t let him get in the way to try and help you be a better person. People like you don’t deserve a second chance. You will suffer for the rest of your life, constantly searching for the comfort I never gave you. Y/N reminds you of me, that’s why you did what you did. But understand one thing, son.”

Baekhyun stares at her in a trance, her nails digging into his skin.

“She will never love you the way I did. No one can.”

He scoffs, “You never loved me.”

She lets go of his face and slaps him, and before he could even react, she’s back to gripping his cheeks, giving him the most monstrous, evil look no human being would be able to duplicate.

“I loved you in the only way a human could. I loved you for the monster that you are. I shaped you into what you are, Baekhyun. You should be more grateful. You’re stronger now, more than me. Appreciate the fact that you were molded in the likes of your mother rather than your weak, delusional father. Go to sleep now, and think about what I said. I’ll see you again soon.”

Just like that, he wakes up in a cold sweat, his chest caving in and out in shallow breaths. He stares in shock at the white ceiling above him, raising his weak hand to wipe away the sweat that made its way to his forehead. As he scrambled to make sense of his dream, he couldn’t shake the unnerving thing that his mother told him in the midst of his nightmare.

“Y/N reminds you of me, that’s why you did what you did.”

You were nothing like his mother, Y/N. So why was she saying that disgusting, vile lie? As he continued to catch his breath, he couldn’t shake the words from his head, swallowing him whole. He knows he loves you, he knows that you love him too, there isn’t anyone else for him in this lifetime. He just tries to piece together if there are…any similarities between the two of you.

His mother was cruel.

You were kind and giving.

His mother was abusive.

You were loving and caring.

His mother was the reason he lived.

You were…also the reason that he lived.

Of course, the circumstances were different. While you gave him a true purpose in life, his mother could have killed him off, just like his father. She allowed him to live… just to suffer. You allowed him to live in order to love and cherish you. However, as Baekhyun sat in his disgusting sweaty mess, a fearful thought trampled in his mind.

If you didn’t accept him, if you didn’t… love him. You would be no better than his mother. You would also be allowing him to live to suffer, suffer with the truth that you would never want to be with him. He can’t have that happening, there’s no way. He feels a sense of determination and motivation swirling inside his frame, and he grabs his bed sheets tightly.

You would never be able to escape him. If he had to lock you up and keep you from running away from him, he would do it. But he doesn’t want you to think of it as a bad thing; no, you would come to realize that this is all for the greater good. He wasn’t selfish, he just wanted to shower you with the love and care that you deserved. And if he had to keep you hostage to prove that point, he would happily do so. He starts to laugh in the quiet, dark bedroom. Tears streamed down his face, and he could taste the saltiness of the liquid as it reaches his lips.

“You’re mine, Y/N. Forever and always.”

-

Chanyeol’s POV

Chanyeol took another pain killer as he sat down in Junmyeon’s office. His friend looked at him with a pitiful look, hissing as he tilted his head at him as he looked at the damage on his face.

So Baekhyun broke his nose. And beat him up. But he also brought up the one thing he told him to never speak about. The job that he put him on, that he paid him off for already. It wasn’t like Chanyeol could ever forget what he did to his father, but why would his friend do that to him? If anything, he was looking out for him, he didn’t want something bad to happen to him. After all, he practically owed him for giving him the life that he always wanted.

To take over his father’s job, to shove it in his face that he was better than him in every way. Chanyeol’s father was a demanding, strict man. He never showed him any love when he grew up, he only expected the best from him. And that… that can grow old rather quickly. His mother didn’t bother to stop his father’s pestering and verbal abuse towards him, in fact she supported his mindset. To that, he didn’t understand at all. But after he replaced his father as Assistant Deputy, he slowly realized the real reason why his mother didn’t say anything about his upbringing.

“Oh, my amazing son. Your father would be so proud of you! Wearing his uniform…you look just like him. Don’t forget to deposit some money into my account, you understand? I absolutely have to buy a new purse for the upcoming fashion show I’m attending.”

He scoffed at that, looking back at the reflection of himself in his father’s clothes. They didn’t fit him right, it was way too small. His tall frame made it look like a halloween costume, the way it was too tight on his thighs and chest. It didn’t look like him at all. He looked like his father, disapproving and unsatisfied. He took some of his father’s words to heart, at least the ones that weren’t so fucked up.

“If you can’t be loyal to something as small as your best friend, you can’t be loyal to your country.”

He said this to him before he went to the Police Academy, excited, but soon after hearing those words, exasperated. There would be nothing that he could do to make his father proud he knew that, but in the back of his head he still wanted to try. The hope that one day his old man would compliment him, even give him a hug that wasn’t for the public to swoon over.

The Park Family are so well put together. You can tell they love and care for each other. He must be so proud of his son for following in his footsteps!

Still, the only thought that still haunted him was the fact that his father died not by his hands, but his best friend. He couldn’t even look him in the face to watch his face become slack, his heart slowly stop beating, look at the way the blood escaped from his neck. He would do anything to do it himself, to prove to him that he was the perfect son that he always hoped for. Would he be proud of him then? That he finally stood up to him and took matters into his own hands? Would he finally be the son he painted him to be if he actually had the courage to kill him himself?

“Chanyeol.”

He didn’t realize he was lost in thought, staring at the stack of papers on Junmyeon’s desk.

“Ah, sorry. What were you saying?”

He grimaced in pain, his nose throbbing. The man across from him frowned as he leaned back into his chair. His tongue poked his cheek as he continued to speak to him.

“I asked you how you broke your fucking nose. I’d hate to see how the other guy looks.”

Baekhyun was more than fine. He probably liked it, the masochistic maniac.

“Yeah, he looked like he got hit by a truck when I was finished with him.”

A lie.

Junmyeon laughed light-heartedly. “Just don’t forget who you are, Chan. The public would be up in arms if they found out their precious Assistant Deputy was out beating up drunk men.”

Chanyeol waved him off, smirking.

“You know they love me. They’d probably find a way to praise me somehow.”

Just then, a knock on Junmyeon’s door interrupted the two friends' conversation. Junmyeon raised his eyebrow, telling the person to come in. The Deputy meets eyes with Sehun, who looks at him in shock. He held a piece of paper in his hand, closing the door behind him.

“Holy shit. What the fuck happened to you?”

Sehun walked over to the both of them, crouching to get a better look at his broken nose. Chanyeol whisked his head away, frowning. Sehun and Junmyeon were close friends of his, they all went to the same police academy. They were good people, well, at least Junmyeon was. Sehun assisted Baekhyun in the murder of Y/N’s boyfriend, and he also helped dispose a body for him as well…but he was a good kid. For the most part.

“Some drunk idiot started a fight with him over a girl. Apparently Chanyeol did more damage to him, but who knows? He could be lying to cover up his huge ego.” Junmyeon snickered.

Sehun didn’t say anything as he stared at Chanyeol. He knew who did it. He shifted his weight to his side, an awkward chuckle filling the tension in the room. He placed the paper he had in his grasp on the desk, Junmyeon picking it up gingerly.

“I just typed out the report for Kyungsoo’s case. If you think it’s okay, I’ll release the statement to the public. They’re all freaking out, it’s like they’ve never seen a car crash before or something.”

Sehun takes a seat next to Chanyeol, glancing at him every now and then. He didn’t know why Sehun decided to help Baekhyun out, he hated him. After he disposed of the body of one of his best friend’s lovers, the young friend insisted that he never do anything for him again. He was traumatized, but not nearly enough to do it again.

Chanyeol’s friend listens to what Junmyeon has to say about the report, and he can’t help but smile. Sehun was hard working, determined, and daring. What he failed to do with those qualities was putting them to use in his gambling addiction. He didn’t come from a family with wealth, which means putting him through the Academy would have to be entirely out of his pocket. He made the mistake of sitting at a poker game, and ended up winning. 8,00,000 won to be exact. But sadly, he didn’t know the people he would become associated with, the people he would be in debt with.

He’s been struggling to make ends meet ever since then, always complaining that he won that money fair and square- but Chanyeol knew him. He knows that he cheated, because when he went to investigate the mafia-like group of men, they told him everything. He originally went over to hopefully get a warrant, to help Sehun out. But after hearing how Sehun cheated by switching out cards on purpose, just so he could win, well. He did it to himself. They even showed him the proof, a camera that was always recording at their little sessions that was hidden in one of the men’s shirt pockets. He laughed at that, watching the boy he thought he knew subtly change his cards, sliding new ones out of the sleeve of his coat pocket. It could be easily missed if someone didn’t get it on camera, then he wouldn’t be doing the gruesome jobs that Baekhyun asked him to do.

“...Besides some of the typo’s, I’d say it’s good enough. Fix them and then release it.”

Junmyeon tossed the paper back to him, and Sehun nodded. He gets up, and Chanyeol follows suit. He waves his hand to his friend, who offered a confused smirk.

“You don’t want to stay? I’m probably going to go drink after this. It’s very much needed. Plus, it couldn’t hurt you more than that broken nose of yours.”

Chanyeol shakes his head, continuing to follow Sehun out of the office.

“I have some things I need to take care of. I’ll see you soon though. I’ll call.”

Sehun nudges his arm as he closes the door, giving him a knowing look.

“Baekhyun really fucked you up. What did you even say?”

They both walk quietly back to his cubicle, Sehun putting his hands on his hips as he throws the report on his desk. Chanyeol sighs, the throbbing pain returning again.

“I just told him to leave Y/N alone. He thought I was in love with her.”

“He’s crazy dude. I swear to god, I don’t know why you’re friends with him. You guys aren’t alike in the slightest.”

If only he knew.

“It’s kind of hard to stop being friends with a serial killer, Sehun. Just keep away from him from now on. If he asks you to do something else, let me know. I’ll deal with it. You have enough on your plate already.”

The black haired man swallowed.

“How does he know things? Like…he knows about shit I did back at the Academy.”

Chanyeol raises his brow.

“Yeah? I don’t know,” He pulls out his phone, looking at the time, “All you should know is that you shouldn’t make him your enemy, S.”

Sehun stills, a paranoid look in his eyes.

“D-don’t call me that. It’s a stupid nickname.”

Chanyeol shrugs, not giving it much thought. He flung his hand on his shoulder.

“Take care of yourself. Call me if you need anything.”

Chanyeol exited the police station, a heavy weight pushing down on him. He didn’t know much about Y/N, only what Sehun had passed onto him. She was a good worker, got everything done in a precise, orderly fashion. She didn’t make mistakes, and she loved what she did. As Sehun talked about her some more, one thing stood out to Chanyeol.

“I wouldn’t say she’s like a workaholic, but she… she gets obsessive about things. She doesn’t know when to quit, more to speak. When she locks in on something, or someone, she makes sure they don’t get away. Kyungsoo used to joke about her having an Obsessive Love disorder. I never noticed it with her when she was around Soo, but I could definitely see it whenever she worked. She gets in deep, I always have to tell her to go home when she stays too late.”

It was interesting to say the least. But the worrying thing about it was the fact that she was vulnerable right now, her boyfriend dying just makes things worse. Baekhyun knew what he was doing, taking care of her….comforting her. If what Sehun said was true, this wouldn’t end well.

Two people who would obsess over one another could result in… chaos.

[pixiebyun]

obsession | chapter 3

pairing: reader x baekhyun

words: 11k

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

tag list: @mayboy @vishary15 <3

warnings for this chapter: mention of murder, mental illness(s), mention of suicide, manipulation, mature language, smut, choking, violence, obsessiveness, aggression, drug use, date rape drugs.

do not read if: you are triggered by any of the warnings i listed prior. this fic will contain this theme throughout the chapters. if you are not comfortable with that; please skip this post. please remember this is a work of fiction.

viewer discretion is advised

playlist for this chapter:

be my baby - baekhyun pov

can't take my eyes off you - baekhyun pov

just the two of us - baekhyun pov

i just want to be the one you love - y/n pov

where is my mind - y/n pov

(a/n) sorry for posting this chapter a day late. i hope you guys are shocked when you read it ^^ don't worry too much, things will change...or not. remember to like and reblog this post! it honestly helps keep me motivated to keep writing. replies are open so please leave some feedback for me, i really love seeing what you think. + yay! new character pov! enjoy

Baekhyun’s POV

Baekhyun was walking on clouds. He was probably the happiest he’s ever been in his life. Because now, he had you. You were going to crawl right into his arms, basically you wouldn’t really have a choice… but he would make sure not to be so possessive at first. He can’t have you thinking he was some crazy psychopath. He really wasn’t, he’s just a hopeless romantic.

As he thought about you, he continued to wash the blood off his hands in his sink. He looked at his reflection, Kyungsoo’s blood still plastered beautifully on his face. He brought a wet hand to run his fingers over the dried blood, watching it dissolve like watercolors over his skin. It was beautiful, the craft of it. The act of killing someone. For someone that he loved. He would do it again, without you subliminally asking him of course, and he would love it. There couldn’t be anything more romantic to Baekhyun than taking a life in return for a new one - the life he would start with you.

But there was also the problem of the bitch your boyfriend was seeing behind your back. How was he going to tie that in altogether? Just so you knew that the scum you dated was a piece of shit? Well, that was easy. He managed to find her profile under Kyungsoo’s friends list on FaceNook, to which he scoffed. He didn’t think you were dumb for not seeing the signs, but you had a job. You couldn’t be online all the time, you were a hard worker, that was something to be admired. He liked that about you.

So he created a fake profile, added the woman as a friend. Sent her a discrete message to go to the apartment, her boyfriend was dead. It didn’t take her long to respond, she insisted that she just saw him that morning, and that this was just a troll, maybe. Baekhyun smiled as he didn’t respond, just watched as the whore began to roll more messages into the chatbox, becoming fearful that the stranger that had messaged her was being truthful. Oh… he was so excited.

So as he waited until he saw you walk back to your car from leaving the police station, he couldn’t stop his heart from racing. You looked so distraught, so broken. But he knew that he would fix that, because he just went through the oh so painful loss of his girlfriend. He was relatable, he was what you needed right now. He followed you home, watched as you lingered at your door before you stepped inside.

Then he waited, because he knew you had to read the letter that he planted. Baekhyun was struggling to keep the smile off his face, knowing that in just a couple of minutes, he would come to your rescue. He was going to save you, from the impending depression that you go through. It worked out so perfectly, and he knew that he was smart, but this? You helped him to create this wonderful plan, Y/N. You expanded his mind and abilities that he didn’t even think he could venture into. Just like how he helped you, you pushed him to do this. He couldn’t be any more grateful.

It was like he won the lottery when you opened the door, the way you just let him in. There wasn’t anything that held you back either, he noticed that. Baekhyun could feel himself getting to you, knocking outside your heart… you’re too curious. You want him to be there for you, to hold you, make you laugh, love you. He’ll do it, he’ll do anything that you ask him. Just tell him, he’ll be your slave. It was a different mindset, something he found puny. But when it came to you… oh, you.

“...Who are you again?”

He watched as the two women stared at each other, putting an act on. He tried his best to look shocked, but in the back of his head he started to become fearful that he didn’t. He let a dry cough out, trying to push down the menacing hatred he carried for the petite girl standing in front of him.

“I’m Jihyo. Please tell me Kyungsoo isn’t dead.”

It all happened in a blink of an eye, you, running towards her in a fervent state, arms stretched out to shake Jihyo’s shoulders. He almost didn’t want to stop you, he enjoyed seeing you like this. The anger that could have matched his as he killed your boyfriend. But before he could delight in your rampage any further, he grabbed your waist, tearing your claws out of the woman. She looks at the both of you, panting as she readjusts her purse on her shoulder.

“Look. I just wanted to know. Someone messaged me that he was dead. If he is, well, I just felt like I should tell you. I’ve been seeing Kyungsoo for a year now,”

She purses her lips, a look of discomfort on her face. You stayed in his grasp, not saying a word. But he could feel your disgust, trust him. He knew that feeling all too well. He knew you wanted to rip her head off, and he would technically let you. But as you stay limp against his body, Baekhyun just keeps quiet. Keep a hold on you. Because that’s what he needs to do.

“He told me he was going to leave you. I have proof. I’m sorry.”

She starts to cry, and then she rushes down the steps. Baekhyun lets you go, watching as you begin to grasp your kitchen chair, stumbling. You sat down, raising a hand to your forehead, your eyes wide with despair. He closes your door and walks back to you, getting down on one knee. He places his hand on your leg, a sign of comfort. You come out of your daze and stare.

He stays in the position, “Are you… are you okay?”

You chuckled, a dead expression settles on your features.

“I just found out my boyfriend died. He was cheating on me for a year… yeah. I’m okay.”

He doesn’t know what to do right now, well, because he didn’t anticipate you reacting like this. Baekhyun can manipulate, talk his way out of things. Hell, act like he has emotions. But this… he couldn’t really relate to it. He knew he had to get Jihyo here so you could understand that he was better for you than Kyungsoo but, this was new territory. He didn’t have to go through the torture of finding out his lover was cheating. It would never get to that point with him. But something sparks inside of you, and Baekhyun definitely did not expect it.

You jump off the chair and run to the kitchen, bending down to pick up the knife. What the fuck were you doing, Y/N? You were not going to fucking do this, there was no way you would do this after everything he went through for you. He didn’t know you could be so… selfish.

He raises his hands in the air slowly, keeping his eyes locked on you. You stood there, knife in hand, shaking. You looked at him with your mesmerizing face, raising it over your neck.

“Y/N… please. Stop.” Baekhyun’s voice hitched, he could feel his heart drop.

“Baekhyun…” You give him a smile, something that reminds him like a farewell, “I’m sorry.”

Baekhyun see’s everything in slow motion, but his body is quick to remind him that it isn’t true. He leaps past the kitchen chair, ripping the knife that was way too close to slicing your angelic skin. He throws it on the ground in a frenzied state, watching as it crashed on the ground. He hastily turns his head back to look at you, who looks stunned. He can’t stop himself from gripping your arms, he tries not to be rough, but at this moment you just attempted to fucking kill yourself, taking you away from him. Of course he was pissed off.

He shakes you while he yells. “What the fuck is wrong with you? No, what the fuck is wrong with you? How can you do this to yourself? To me? You need to fucking live, Y/N. You can’t throw your life away because your boyfriend fucked you over. It happens, but guess what? You move on. You get past it. You learn to change, to shape yourself into a better person. Killing yourself…” He scoffs, spit flying on your face, “That’s the most selfish thing you could do.”

You don’t move from him. You’re distraught. “I-I’m sorry-”

Baekhyun doesn’t want to hear it. He has to get through to you.

“How can you do this to me…after my girlfriend committed suicide?”

He lets go of you, fronting a look of remorse and devastation. He hopes you fall for it, because it seemed like nothing was getting through that thick skull of yours. So he let’s the waterworks come out, the heaving and sobs play magically in your ears. And you just played into it… this mesmerizing, orchestrated recital he played for you. He was the star, but you would play the damsel in distress. The audience wanted to see the both of you together, rooted for you two. And who was Baekhyun to refuse a happy ending?

You looked at the ground, at the knife. Baekhyun wiped his eyes, his sobbing continuing. He slips down to the ground, his knees meeting the cold tile of the kitchen floor. And you, you dropped down as well. You crawled to him, a look of longing and pity. Baekhyun could play this moment in his head forever, the way you looked at him, that was the realization of love. As he slowly met his eyes with yours, you continued in your crawling position. Your two hands were placed in front of him, your legs matching the same placement as his knees, pressed against the floor.

“Baekhyun…” You whispered to him, your hand reaching his cheek. He leans into it, rubbing his skin against the palm of your hand. He closes his eyes and shakily speaks.

“Y/N… Please. Don’t do something like that, I-I wouldn’t be able to live with myse-”

You kissed him.

Holy fuck.

Was this happening?

It took him a moment to accept your invitation, but as soon as he smelled you, felt how soft your lips were on his- it was over. He groans as he feels you aggressively slide your body onto his lap. You’re wrapping your fingers in his hair, twisting and pulling on it. Baekhyun can’t really believe this, he can’t truly believe that he’s got you. He waited… what seemed like forever to have you. And now it was really fucking happening to him, he had you.

He wraps his arms around you, pulling you in as he slips his tongue into your mouth. He expertly wraps his tongue with yours, savoring the taste. You were sweet, and you liked it rough. You push him on the floor, his head hitting the tile hurt, but it didn’t matter. You were on top of him and he fucking loved it. You were so intoxicating. You start to grind yourself on him, and it was embarrassing to Baekhyun that he was so painfully hard for you already, but what can he say? You were the love of his life, he could get aroused just by looking at you. He uses his hand to place you steady, a string of moans coming from your mouth as he bites on your bottom lip, harsh enough to draw blood. He lets a guttural whine erupt from his throat, slapping your ass.

“Fuck…Baekhyun. Take me to the bedroom. Now.”

He couldn’t say no, although he wanted to fuck you right there, the thought of being able to see you sprawled out on the bed he would soon sleep with you in was more appealing.

“Get up.” He stood up, his breathing was staggered, and as he watched as you rose to meet him, you gave him a weak smile. You dragged him by his shirt, and he couldn’t help but smile. You were so hot, so in control of him.

As you bring him to your bedroom, he starts to unbuckle his belt. You turn around to kiss him again, more feverishly this time. You slap his hand away from his action and do it for him. He stares at you while you begin to get down on your knees for him, not breaking eye contact. He can cum, just from that alone. He takes off his shirt rapidly, throwing it on the ground while you shake his pants and boxers down.

His cock springs up, and your eyes looked at it like it was the most fucking beautiful thing in the world. You paused before wrapping your lips around him, and he let out a whine. He brought his right hand to caress your cheek, pinching the skin.

“Now, why’d you stop, huh?” He tried to sound stern but it came out needy.

You batter your lashes at him, “You’re just so…big.”

That boosted his confidence. He chuckled.

“Yeah? Afraid you can’t take it?”

You shake your head. “I-I can. I’ve never been with someone this big before. I’m kind of… Well I’ve only been with one person. I just want to please you.”

He can laugh. Instead he brings his finger to your lip, telling you to shut up.

“Trust me. You’ll be able to please me, Y/N. Now… let me see how my cock is going to stretch your pretty little lips. You want my huge cock to fuck your mouth?”

You blink, a little stunned at his request. But he knew. You would fucking do it. So as you begin to take him into your mouth, he resists the urge to just shove it completely down your throat. Your mouth was like ecstasy, Y/N. The way you sucked him off was perfect, and the way you looked at him with tears running down your eyes was making his cock even harder. You start to choke on him, and he smirks, using his hand to pick up your hair and grip it. He tugs gently, at first. Just to test the waters. But you quickly moan, giving him the okay. He yanks your hair back, taking you off of him completely. You look confused before he pushes his pulsating dick back in your mouth, you gurgling on his pre cum. He would use your hair to pull you back on and off his needy cock, watching as you were filled with him, a small groan as he hit the back of your throat. His greedy thoughts wanted more, more of you. So he roughly pulls your hair back once more, and you pop off of him, a string of cum traveling with you, dripping off your shiny lips.

He grabs your body and pushes you onto the bed, towering over you. He could feel the excitement he would get when he was about to kill someone, but this was different. His hunger for causing pain and death were replaced with the need to please and fuck you until you knew you were no one else’s but his. He could get used to this, this… insatiable desire for you.

“Can I… rip your fucking clothes off?”

You nod, just watching as he begins to literally rip them off. He brings his hands to either side of your shirt and tears it right in half. You whined, and Baekhyun felt his cock twitch. He moved down to your pants, again, tearing them in half. He removes himself from the bed and admires his craftsmanship, and his eyes don’t want to move from the enticing view before him. You had your thighs pushed together shyly, your eyes filled with lust and darkness. Your breasts were pushed up from your black bra, and your underwear…

“You like wearing lacy underwear, huh?” He traces his finger lightly over your clothed pussy, feeling how you shiver with just one swipe of his finger. He’s got you.

“I-I like how they l-look on me I guess.” He presses his left hand in between your legs to spread them apart, and you bite your lip. He smiles devilishly as you watch as he slowly goes down on you. He kisses your inner thighs first, tracing his tongue and then blowing on the wet skin, making you twitch. He eyes you as he bites down on the flesh, a moan playing beautifully to his ears.

Baekhyun uses his teeth to peel off your underwear, never breaking his eye contact with you. As he takes it clean off, he picks up the soaked garment with his hand. He looks at you, entranced, and then brings it to his nose. He wanted to smell this, for a while now. The scent that marked you as his. He created this, his touch made you this fucking wet for him, isn’t that the most sexiest thing? As he breathes you in, your sweet and desiring wetness for him, he closes his eyes, using his other hand to move your clit in slow, dragged out circles.

“Ah…Baekhyun. I want you.” You can barely speak, the words were short of a whisper.

He shakes his head as he smiles into your underwear, taking another breath in. He places them gently on the bed, returning his attention back onto you. You, that was trembling from the soft grace of his fingertips. He bit his lip, watching your pussy become drenched with your lubrication each second he massaged you.

“You don’t want to wait, hm, precious?” He leans on the bed this time, his knees on the ground as he places one hand on his chin, tilting it. Teasing you. He continues to rub your clit, but now it was exceedingly slow.

You position yourself on your elbows, blowing a tuft of hair from out of your face. You look frustrated, embarrassed… obsessed.

“How can I when you’re touching me like this?”

He frowns. “You can wait.”

“I don’t want to-”

He rises up and brings his left hand to grip your throat, taking you by surprise. A flash of fear shoots in your eyes, but as he loosens his hand, you begin to smile. Ah… that’s his girl.

“If you can be patient, I can promise that I’ll fuck you nice and good. Can you do that?”

His voice drips with impatience, a hypocritical statement. He wanted to fuck you so bad.

But you can sense that, so you smile back at him. You bring your hand to tighten his hold on your throat, a look of daringness spreading along those once submissive eyes.

“… What about you? You’re so hard for me right now. Don’t you want me to take care of that?”

Oh. Oh.

He flinches from your tone, the dominant side of him beginning to shrink. He doesn’t play the submissive role, in fact he hates it. But the way you’re looking at him right now, the way you said those words, he could feel his cock pulsating and begging to be inside of you. So he pauses his fingers that were still massaging your swollen clit. He licks his lips, watching his hand sprawled on your throat, letting your crotch grind against his.

“You can take control. If you want to.” He whispers. He kisses your neck, his tongue dancing down to your collarbone.

You sigh, your hands returning to it’s familiar place in his hair.

“Do you like that? Do you want to be my submissive… bitch?”

You were nervous, and he found that cute. But he liked how you called him a bitch. No one would ever dare to say such things to Baekhyun but he knew that’s what he was. He was entirely yours, your fucking slave. He would do anything for you, including being your toy.

He smiled as he ripped your bra off, putting his lips on your bare breasts. He swallowed your nipples in his mouth, sucking on them and moving his tongue around your areola. While his mouth was on one, he used his other to pinch the other. You squirmed, a high pitched groan emptying itself in the dark bedroom. He removes his lips from you, biting on your bud as he did. His cock was dripping pre cum, and it was getting to the point where it was painful.

“I…I’ll do whatever you say. I’m your fucking bitch, Y/N.”

Something changed once he said that, you eyed him curiously. This was probably something you never ventured into, the dominant role. But you could do it, he knew you could. You were confident and stubborn. You had the drive instilled in you, the power. So you grab him by his neck, and then swung him underneath you, making him gasp. His eyes widen as you smirk at him, tracing your finger from his neck to his toned stomach. You bring your head next to his ear, your lips grazing his lobe. He smiled as his eyes rolled back into his head.

“Then… I’m going to fuck you. How bad do you want me, Baekhyun?”

He opened his eyes. He doesn’t say anything, just nods his head. He couldn’t really think right now, because fuck, how can he? This was everything he only dreamed about. But that doesn’t satisfy you, so you slap his face. Hard.

You bite your lip, withdrawing your hand.

“W- was that too hard?”

Baekhyun. Baekhyun was livid. But he can’t get enough.

“No. Fuck no. Hit me harder. Please.”

You straddle him, your dripping pussy laying on his hard, throbbing pink cock. You giggle at first, nerves, and you bring your hand to slap him again. This was worse than the first time, but the sting left Baekhyun nearly coming. He had to reach down to his cock to calm himself down. As you rub the palm of your hand over where you slapped him, Baekhyun shuddered.

“Baekhyun… I want you to fill me with your cum. Can you be a good boy and do that?”

He didn’t know why that felt so nice to hear, someone actually recognizing that he was actually…good. Because he was, and so many people would come to the defense and say he wasn’t. But he knew that you knew that he was a good person. A good boy.

“Y-yes. If that’s what you want.”

It doesn’t take you any longer to reach your hand and grab his cock. You push it inside of your inviting heat, and Baekhyun had never fucked someone so tight before. He has to stop you from moving, a blush forming on his face as he looks at you apologetically.

“I’m sorry. I just- you’re so beautiful, Y/N. I can’t help it-”

You shake your head, slapping his hands away from your waist. You rise up and sink back down on him, taking all of him. Now that was the best feeling in the world. He watched as you bounced on his cock, sweat perspiring on your body, leaving it shiny and sleek. He nearly yells out your name, the sensation becoming too much. As he watched your mouth form into an ‘O’ shape, he could feel his dominant side beginning to come out again. He continues to stare at you riding him, but now he reaches up to grab your neck again. You stutter from the sudden loss of oxygen, your face starting to become red. But you smile.

“You… like choking, huh?” You pause with each word, sinking down on him faster.

He almost chokes. “I like seeing… fuck, you… flustered like that.”

You slam back on his cock, hard. “Can I choke you then?”

Ah… he didn’t know. He looks at you, not processing what you said. But you don’t give him a chance to, because now your small, tender hand is wrapped on his neck. You’re not too sure of it, Baekhyun can tell. But as you start to squeeze tighter, each moment your pussy swallows his huge dick, his vision starts to become dizzy. It was intoxicating, this feeling. You, having total control of his life, his breathing. His cock swells up, and he could feel the walls of your pussy tightening around him.

“I-I’m going to cum, Y/N.” He mumbles out, your hand tightening more now, his words struggling to get out.

“Yeah? Cum inside me, Baekhyun.”

“Fuck. Y/N… I-”

“Say you love me.”

He widens his eyes. What?

“Ah… what?” He grunts out, watching as you slam your body against his. He could feel himself about to release inside of you, but he needed to wait for that, he needed to hear that one more time.

“I said, say you love me.”

“I- I love you, Y/N. I love you so fucking much.”

You reach your climax, but Baekhyun didn’t miss what you yelled out, no. He watched you intensely as you rode your high on his cock, the sweet words spilling from your pretty lips.

“I love you, Baekhyun, fuck.”

Oh. You love him?

As Baekhyun cums, you let your hand disappear from his throat, dropping your naked body on top of his. You pant against his chest, letting him milk his cock inside of you. He twitches as you remove yourself from him once he finishes. He wraps his arm around you, not used to this feeling… the pure bliss. You hum gently, moving your finger from his chest to his stomach.

“That was probably the best sex I ever had.” You laugh as you prop yourself on your elbow, your hand pushed against your cheek while you beam at him.

He smiles back, weakly. “Uh, yeah. Me too. Can I just say that I’ve been wanting to say-”

You blush, shaking your head. “I’m sorry for saying that. I mean, I think I’m still confused about-”

Baekhyun firmly takes your hand and places it over his chest, his heart.

“Please don’t say anything. Don’t say you didn’t mean it.”

You don’t say anything. You look at him, confused.

Baekhyun knows what he has to say.

“I- I don’t think anyone knows me better than you do right now. You, you’re so beautiful, and caring. Loving? I don’t think anyone is better for me than you. I really, really, mean that. I know we just met, but I can do anything for you. I will do whatever you ask, I will protect you. I will take care of you. I will understand you. I… give me a chance. I know you want me too, Y/N.”

You’re shocked. Obviously. You didn’t expect the love of your life to just say this, but Baekhyun had to do it. He had to plant this seed in your head, let you know that there was someone out there that would do anything for you. Do the things that Kyungsoo didn't do. That’s how it starts. But that’s also how things will end for the both of you. He’ll never need anyone else.

“I- Wow. Baekhyun,” You let out a nervous chuckle, “That’s…a lot.”

He just offers you a smile.

“You don’t have to answer right away. But… I can be here for you. I can stay and help you clean. I can even cook for you. I’m not the best, but when I was getting over the death of my girlfriend I found eating to be at the bottom of my list. Trust me, I know.”

You sighed as you flopped on your bed. You started to twist your hair around on your finger.

“Can I tell you something? And you can’t think I’m crazy.”

Baekhyun plays along. He shines as he looks at you, grabbing a strand of your hair and putting it to his nose. You give him a look, shyly. You huff as you look at your ceiling, a smile creeping on your features.

“Is it bad that I want to kill that girl? Like legit. I want to fucking kill her.”

No, not at all.

“What? Nah.” Baekhyun laughs, to which you look at him interestingly.

“You don’t think… it’s fucking crazy of me to say I want to kill someone?”

He pauses. “I mean… It makes sense. She’s a whore.”

You frown. “I don’t think she’s a whore but…” She looks at him, a light in her eyes, “People like that don’t deserve to be happy.”

Baekhyun likes this side of you. “Do you… do you mean this seriously?”

“I don’t know. Maybe.” You shake your head as you laugh into his shoulder.

“I just feel so angry right now. But, for some reason you calm me down. You just have something… I never had Kyungsoo. You’re different.”

“Well… I would never cheat on you. I’m much more understanding and open about things.”

She scoffs. “That’s what he said too.”

Baekhyun takes that to heart. He grimaces. “Don’t compare me to him. He’s fucking shit.”

You peer at him. “Are you…jealous? Of my dead boyfriend?”

"..."

“Oh my god… you’re totally jealous of my dead fucking boyfriend.”

He gets up and sits on the edge of the bed. Y/N, please don’t piss him off right now. Things were going so smoothly, he didn't want to do something he might regret.

“I’m not jealous, Y/N. I think you’re not in the right headspace right now. Maybe I should leave.”

You suddenly perk up at that, crawling over on the bed and gripping his arm. You move your hand to reach his chin, turning it so you’re facing her.

“Don’t leave. Please. I’m sorry.”

He smirks. “Yeah? Why not? I’m jealous over your dead boyfriend.”

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean it. You’re not jealous. I… I want you here.”

“Sweetheart… Are you sure you want me here?”

She nods furiously. “Yes.”

Baekhyun has you, he just needs to twist the knife in a little deeper.

“Then can you do something for me?”

“Anything. I- I don’t want to be alone.”

So easily manipulated. “Can we play pretend?”

You quirk your head to the side. “Pretend? What are we, 2?”

He smiles as he shakes his head. “Like when you said you love me.”

“Oh.”

“Yeah.”

You purse your lips. “Like the whole… dominant thing?”

“Well… that too. But I want you to say you love me. I think it’s endearing. I think you like saying it too. It brings me some kind of comfort…knowing that we both lost someone close to us. We’re kind of connected, right? I think saying we love each other will ease some of that pain.”

“I…I don’t know.”

He sighs as he gets up, pretending he’s going to pick up his shirt from off the ground. You scramble towards him, putting a hand on his arm. He hides the look of excitement that gave him, then turned his head around to give you a stern look.

“...Okay. We can do that. Just… don’t leave me.”

He puckers his lips out as he gives you a somber look.

“Y/N. Let’s get one thing straight. I will never leave you. Okay?”

“Okay.”

-

You played the role a little too well, Y/N. It’s only been a week but Baekhyun has pretty much made his place in your apartment. You didn’t leave much, letting him know that your boss didn’t want you back at work because of the incident. He can’t complain about that, now he got to see you everyday, fuck you, and hear that you loved him. But what was more interesting to him was the fact that slowly, day by day, he could start to see something different about you, something that reminded him of himself. The obsession.

As he arrives back to your apartment with fresh groceries, you rise from the couch in your living room and beam at him. He really loves this, you, waiting for him and practically pouncing on him like a puppy. It was cute, endearing. You were realizing that you truly did love him. He could feel it.

“Baekhyun, I missed you.”

He places the bags on the kitchen table before he smiles and grabs your waist. He pulls you in and places a kiss on your lips, feeling you smirk against him. He pulls back.

“Yeah? I was only gone for 20 minutes. Say, can you tell me those words I want to hear?”

You stutter before you reply. “I-I love you.”

“Say it again. Like you believe it. C’mon.” He puts his finger on your chin.

“I love you.”

“I love you…?” He stares, waiting for you to say it correctly.

“I love you, Baekhyun.”

“That’s my girl.”

You blush, biting your lip. He peels himself away from you, rummaging through the bags. He takes out some of the vegetables and opens the fridge behind him. You help him out, taking the other things that he bought and handing them to him. He liked your neediness to do things for him, make things easier. But you didn’t have to, he enjoyed taking care of you. Besides, you’re going through a very difficult time right now.

You sit down on the chair in front of the dining room table as he closes the fridge and turns around. You tap your finger on it, motioning him to sit down with you as well. He obliges.

“So… I think we should talk.” You smile.

He pushes his hair back, chuckling.

“About what?”

You looked nervous. Why? “I- well my boss called me and asked if I wanted to test things out. Like, just help keep my mind off things. He finally fucking budged, can you believe it?”

No, he didn’t want to believe it, nor accept it.

“Are you sure you should go back? It’s only been a week, Y/N.”

He rolls his eyes as he looks at his hands, not wanting to make eye contact with you. He could feel you burning a stare into him, but he didn’t care. You didn’t want to spend time with him anymore, it was really fucking apparent. Why now? When things were starting to go good?

“I mean I thought you’d be happy. I’ve been stuck in the house and you’ve been doing so much for me. Don’t you have to work? I mean, you have a place of your own, don’t you?”

He scoffs. “So what you’re saying is that you don’t want me here anymore?”

You shake your head, grabbing his hand. “No. That’s not what I’m saying. I just think I should try. You shouldn’t take it like I’m trying to kick you out. I do want you here.”

“Doesn’t sound like you do. I’ll just get my things.”

He rises from his chair and heads to the bedroom, listening as you struggle with your words. He goes to pick up some clothes from the pile that was made in the corner of your room but you stop him. He turns around and raises his eyebrow.

“Baekhyun, you don’t have to go. You…you can stay here if you want.”

He drops his shirt back on the floor. He crosses his arms together.

“You know, I don’t want to be used. I love you, Y/N.”

You drop your hand from his side, and he instantly misses your touch. He almost stumbles on his words, but you interrupt him.

“That’s another thing. You don’t love me. I…I know we’ve been saying it for a week now and everything. But, don’t you think it’s too much? I can’t say it doesn’t feel nice, because it does. But… we don’t love each other.”

He stares boringly into your eyes. This was not what he wanted to hear. He turns his back on you, furiously grabbing the clothes once more. As he bundles all of them up, he goes into the living room, searching for his backpack. He can hear you running behind him, letting out nervous squeaks.

“Baek…Baekhyun! Stop!”

He whisks his body around, he knows he’s crying, but this time… he really means it.

“I can’t believe you. You’ve just been using me this entire fucking time for your own beneift. How dare you. I let myself be open with you, with everything. And you have the audacity to say that… it’s nice to hear that I love you? It’s just something that feeds into your emptiness, right? Man, I can’t fucking believe you. To think,” He scoffs as he feels a tear run down his face, “I wanted to be with you. Fuck this.”

You don’t say anything for a moment, you just take in Baekhyun’s emotional state and trip over your words, speaking gibberish.

“P-please, L-listen to m-”

He throws the clothes on the ground, his teeth gritting together, his hands forming into fists.

“What?” He hisses out.

“I love you. I love you so fucking much. Please, stay here. I really do love you. You can live here with… with me! That’s how bad I want you. Believe me, please.”

He smiles as he shakes his head. He gets up in your face, your noses touching.

“I don’t believe you.”

You’re crying now as well. You bring your hands to his face and kiss him. It was a desperate kiss, a needy one. He could feel the emotions that were laced in your tongue as you pushed it into his mouth. He almost falls for it, almost. He pushes you away, instantaneously regretting it.

He wipes his mouth with his hand as he watches you, a look of submissiveness.

“Come on. Convince me. Tell me you need me.”

“I need you, Baekhyun.”

“Do you need anyone else?”

You hesitate. “...No.”

He taps his foot. “Why did you hesitate?”

You bite your lip, your thighs begin to rub against each other.

“I’ve never been so vulnerable before.”

He feels himself soften. He darts his eyes from you to the pile of clothes.

“Convince me.”

You huff as you put on a straight face.

“I… I don’t need anyone else but you. You were the one who helped me throughout all of this. I should be treating you better. You’ve been there for me through the hardest part of my life, and I should be more grateful for you. I really want you here, Baekhyun. I’ll do anything. Just…please. I’ve never felt this way before, it’s hard for me to admit that I depend so much on someone.”

He smiles. “You’ll do anything, did I hear that correctly?” He takes a seat on the couch, spreading his legs open and resting his arms on top of the sofa arms. He licks his lips.

You inhaled. “Yes.”

He eyes you up and down, his leg begins to bounce lightly.

“I want you to sit on my lap, then you’ll listen to what I have to say. Come here, princess.”

You hurry over, not waiting another second. You swing your legs around his waist, your arms wrapping around his neck. You have adoration in your eyes, he notices it without a doubt. He just smirks as he brings one hand down from the sofa arm and traces it down your neck.

“I want you… all to myself. I want you to be mine. I know we both just got out of…relationships. I know it can be hard to jump into one so quickly, but I think we're good for each other. We’ll fix one another. So,” He lands a peck on your cheek, “I want you to be my girlfriend. What do you think?”

He can feel you trembling. You speak softly, quietly.

“Okay. Okay, Baekhyun.”

He hums, his cheeks hurting from smiling so much.

“Can I ask you something?”

You lay your head on his chest, rubbing his arms.

“Of course.”

“You know I would do anything for you, right?”

You nod your head against him.

“So let’s say…hypothetically. If you want that cunt gone, maybe I can be the one who does it.”

That piqued your interest. You look at him abruptly. “Jihyo? Kyungsoo’s girlfriend?”

He nods. He can see an alarm ringing through your head. But he can also see something else.

“What do you think about that, sweetheart?” He opens his mouth in awe, grabbing your face in his hands. He squeezes your face, your cheeks puffing up. You look at him bewildered.

“I…You’re saying you’ll kill someone. You do know I work for the police, right?” Your body language is saying you’re uncomfortable, but the way you said that… It was almost hopeful. Hopeful that what you just heard was him being truthful. Hypothetically, of course.

“Honey, there’s so much you don’t know about the people you work for. Besides, I just said hypothetically. Now why are you so excited about this? I can see it in your face. You want her dead. I believe you told me that yourself. Don’t be self righteous, it doesn’t suit you.”

“I’m not being self righteous. I just… What do you mean by that? You saying the people I work for… I don’t know them?” You pout.

“You know… I could tell you. But I don’t think you should know. All I’ll say is that you shouldn’t trust them. Especially that… What's his name?” He taps his finger on his lip, pretending to think.

You wrap your legs around his waist as you frown.

“Is it a co-worker of mine?”

“Hm…maybe. Starts with an S? Can’t remember his name.” He should have been an actor.

You widen your eyes.

“Sehun?”

“Oh yeah. Sehun.”

You suddenly stand up, almost falling off the couch. You hold your head in your hands, Baekhyun assuming a million thoughts running through it. He has to fight the urge to smirk. But what you say next changes his entire mood.

“Oh my god. My coffee.”

Your coffee?

“Um…what do you mean, ‘your coffee’?”

You look at him, pointing your finger.

“I think he fucking drugs me.”

He fucking what? Baekhyun looks at you dangerously, standing up as well. He furrowed his eyebrows together as he tries to understand, what the fuck did Sehun do to you?

You fumble as you move your hands around, pacing back and forth.

“I-I told him that I have trouble staying awake. I didn’t drink coffee back then because I don’t like how I feel afterwards. I always felt drained out after a couple of hours. But after one time that I spoke with him about my sleeping problems, the next morning he told me that he bought a new brand of coffee beans. Said that they were imported from some country. He told me to try it, and even though I didn’t want to… I did. After that, I was able to stay awake for fucking hours. That’s why I stay at work so late. Oh my god… he fucking drugs me?”

Baekhyun couldn't believe it. He knew that the bastard pulled a similar move like this in college, but still? He knew what he had to do. But he can’t exactly say it… wait. Can he?

“Listen, you’re making a big accusation here.”

You stop your fidgeting and look him dead in the eye.

“We also went to bars together. Baekhyun. Everytime we go out I black out. I have no recollection of taking myself home. Kyungsoo would always say that he was at working night shifts, so he assumed Sehun would always bring me back safely. But… holy shit. This all makes sense now.”

He’s not moving. “What makes sense?”

“Kyungsoo probably told him to do that to me. Don’t you fucking see? He would have Jihyo over or something. Maybe he was with her the nights Sehun would take me home, when I was blacked out. They fucking did that to me. They planned it. Every. Single. Time.”

You collapse to the ground, sobbing. Baekhyun swoops down to you, holding you in his grasp. If anyone could see him at this moment, they would be convinced that he belonged in a mental hospital. The feeling of bloodthirsty fury that contained him was too much, and here he thought he was actually getting a little better with controlling himself. He rubs your back, but you pull back. He looks at you, but he can’t tell who you are anymore. You look…crazy.

You hiccup before you blandly smile.

“I want to kill them.”

“What?” Baekhyun reeled back.

“You…you said you’d do anything for me, right?”

“Yes.”

“Then, I want to kill them. I want to kill that bitch Jihyo and that cunt Sehun.”

Did he really have to get a hard on at this moment?

He nervously chuckles as he brings his hand to readjust his tightening pants.

“I mean, I can do it. I’ll do it for you, Y/N. But you can’t take this back. Once it’s done-”

“No. I want to do it.”

Baekhyun retracted his hand from you, startled from your forwardness.

“You want to kill people. Am I hearing this?”

You nod.

“Ah…well. Okay.”

You glance off, devoid of any emotion.

“I want you to come with me. Do it with me. I won’t be able to deal with Sehun on my own.”

“Of course.”

And that was the end of the discussion. Baekhyun watched as you walked away to the bedroom, heading straight to the shower. He has to think about everything that just went down, process it. You, innocent police officer, you, were ready and set to plan murder. But he also realized that you finally have come to terms with your feelings for him. That was something to be celebrated. So he decided to go to his apartment and grab some things, maybe start packing. You did say he could move in. There was no way that he would let that skip past him. He walked into the bathroom, letting you know that he was going to do just that.

You were starting up a shower, letting your hand splash underneath the water. Your back was turned to him, hunched over. He smiles as he places a hand on your shoulder and then pressed his lips to the top of your head. If this is what you wanted Y/N, he would make it happen.

“I’m going to pack some things. I’ll be back in an hour or so. Are you going to be okay?”

You continue to stare at the stream of water coming from the silver showerhead.

“Yes. I’ll be okay.”

He stifled a light laugh and started to head out. But you call for him.

“Baekhyun?”

He turns around, a side smile placed.

“Yes?”

He could shiver at the sight of you, the look of a psychopath, but it shifted not a second later.

“Tell me you love me. Tell me that I’m not going crazy.”

He sighs. He comes to you as you sit on the toilet seat, your eyes set with worry. He crouches as he cocked his head to one side.

“I love you. You’re not going crazy. You’re finally understanding how to deal with things.”

Your frown twitches to a smile, your body shaking as you look back at the water.

“Okay. I love you. Be safe.”

“When I get back I expect you to be naked on the bed for me. Got it?”

He doesn’t wait for a response, just heads to the door. As he settles into his car, starting it up, he could feel that excitement he got when he planned the murder for Kyungsoo. This was going to be so, so, good.

-

Chanyeol’s POV

“Junmyeon, do you have any updates on the burglary?” Chanyeol shifted his weight on the chair he sat on, frustrated with the itch he had in his throat.

He hasn’t been doing much lately, that was the beauty of the job. Being in a higher position for the police, he was able to control his schedule and pick and choose what he wanted to get involved with. He had a trustworthy team of people he could count on, so he didn’t fret too much if they made decisions on their own. It was both a luxury and a curse. On one hand, he gets paid a pretty penny for hardly doing anything, but on the other, he's constantly bored.

Maybe that’s why he indulges with Baekhyun so much.

He shakes his head, trying to listen to what his subordinate is saying. He decided to come down to Yeongdo-gu’s police station just to see how things were going. Plus, he was close friends with Junmyeon and Sehun. They all went to the same police academy.

Junmyeon eyed him from across his desk.

“We already got the guy. Just checked the cameras in the area and was able to ID him quickly.”

Chanyeol yawned as he looked off to the view of the city.

“That’s good.”

His friend laughed light heartedly as he leaned back into his chair.

“Chanyeol. I know it’s so hard being the Assistant Deputy but can you at least pretend that you like your job? I think this is the 5th time you’ve come down here this month.”

Chanyeol flashes him a grin as he kicks his feet on his desk. Junmyeon sneers.

“There’s nothing really to do. Besides, I’m coming in to make sure you’re doing your job.”

“That reminds me of something actually. How do you know…Baekhyun?”

The tall man freezes, his blood turning cold.

“Why do you ask?”

Junmyeon shrugs.

“He’s quite strange, isn’t he? Charming, but strange. One of my workers has become quite acquainted with him from what Sehun has been telling me. I just want to make sure he’s a good guy is all. Y/N is her name. I assume since you’re friends with the guy maybe he’s brought her up to you? She just… Fuck. She just lost her boyfriend. He died in a car crash. Poor guy was flesh and bones when we got there. Our only eye witness was his friend, who managed to get a good look at him before the flames swallowed him up.”

He pauses after, his dark eye circles have been getting worse since the last time Chanyeol had seen him. His skin lacked color, he was drained. Depressed. He assumes that it’s because of this…Y/N.

“Baekhyun has been my friend since we were kids. He’s a…good guy. Not sure how it correlates with you doing your job but, all power to ya.”

He fidgets with his hands, not daring to make eye contact with the man. If he had any suspicions about his best friend, there was no doubt that he would confront him in not telling him the truth. The truth that his fucking pal was a murderer. He couldn’t betray him like that. But again, Chanyeol is a terrible liar under pressure. He had to get out of there as soon as he could.

“Just wanted to check. I was thinking of letting her come back to work. I can’t imagine how she’s doing alone at her apartment. They lived together, you know? 5 years, I think? She loved him.”

Guilt. Chanyeol had no idea what Baekhyun has done, but he knows that Y/N’s boyfriend didn’t die from an unplanned car crash. He was most definitely behind it. He sighs as he stands up.

“That’s probably a good idea. Listen, I have to go but we should grab some drinks. On me.”

Junmyeon smiles as he gets up, walking Chanyeol out.

“Sounds like a plan. Oh, Sehun said he wanted to talk to you. He should be in his cubicle.”

Chanyeol gives him a hug before he leaves his office, peering out into the work space. He spots Sehun with his head down on his desk, his arms sprawled out on either side of him. He chuckles as he approaches, flicking his finger on his head. The younger man whips his head up, flashing a deadly look.

“Hey! I was sleeping.”

“You shouldn’t be sleeping on the job, S.”

Sehun becomes alarmed for a moment, sitting up straight in his chair.

“D-don’t call me that. I don’t like it.”

Chanyeol leans on the wall inside his cubicle as he smirks.

“You wanted to talk to me, Oh Sehun?”

He gulps. His black hair was in disarray, his dark circles matched Junmyeon. He looks around.

“Let’s talk outside. I need a smoke anyway.”

-

“I didn’t do anything. I just watched. But I can’t help but feel horrible.”

Chanyeol lights up his cigarette as well, taking a big puff before he looks off at the trees planted in front of the police station. Oh, Baekhyun. What was he going to do with you. He knew he should turn you in, get you on fucking death row. He deserved to rot, to die a painful death. But Chanyeol wasn’t like that. He couldn’t turn his back on him. He’s gotten himself into this mess, he won’t just stop halfway through and say fuck it. He was like a brother to him. Maybe he should get him in touch with his therapist.

“Maybe he should see a therapist.” Chanyeol mimics his thoughts out loud.

Sehun scoffs, taking another hit while he shakes his head at the ground.

“Therapy? Chanyeol, he needs to fucking be in prison. I’ll never understand why you defend that piece of shit. He causes nothing but trouble, and he only gets away with it because of you.”

Chanyeol turns to face him, flicking his cigarette on the ground. He stomps it out with his shoe.

“Yeah? What are you going to do about it, Sehun? Tell on him? I would be the one you would have to speak to. And I know you won’t do shit. Not as long as you have that fucking gambling problem. Plus, you’re an accessory to murder. Just lay low, don’t say anything. Don’t make this any harder than it has to be.”

He nudges Sehun’s chin, walking past him. Sehun steps towards him, and Chanyeol turns around.

“I… I’ve done some bad things, Chan. Not just helping Baekhyun.”

The Deputy frowns.

“What do you mean?”

Sehun hurriedly finishes his smoke, copying Chanyeol by throwing it on the ground. He scrunched his eyebrows together, and he could see the boy’s lips starting to quiver.

“Baekhyun knows about my past. The mistake I made. How the fuck does he know?”

“What mistake, S?”

Sehun rushes up to him, grabbing the collar of his white button down shirt. His eyes are forming tears, the red veins in the whites of them vibrant.

“Don’t call me S.”

Chanyeol pushes him off, anger rising in him.

“Okay. What mistake, Sehun?”

“I’ve been drugging her. Y/N.”

Woah. Chanyeol didn’t know anything about this. So he didn’t understand how Baekhyun would know about it either. Maybe he didn’t know him as well as he thought. Looks like the guy does some serious research about the people he gets to do his dirty work.

“Why the fuck have you been drugging some woman? Have you… did you?”

He doesn’t even want to say it.

Sehun shakes his head as he sobs.

“Of course not. At first I just wanted to help her. She’s my friend. A close friend. She complained about not being able to sleep. So I put Modafinil in her coffee. It only keeps her awake. But… then her boyfriend came to me. Said he was seeing someone else. He didn’t want her to find out about it. Kyungsoo told me to do it. He said to drug her whenever we went out to drink. I didn’t want to do it, Chanyeol. You have to believe me.”

Chanyeol stands there shocked. Sehun was one of the most loyal people he’s ever met. He doesn’t like bending the laws and using them as an advantage against others. Why?

“Then why did you do it?”

Sehun sighs as he leans against a wall.

“Why do you think, Chan? He paid me a grand everytime.”

“So you go against your morals and drug your ‘friend’? What the actual fuck, Sehun?”

Sehun stares into nothing.

“But now. Now Baekhyun is with her. He’s fucking obsessed, you have no idea. He fucking killed her boyfriend. I can’t let her get killed. You know how he is, he’ll fucking slit her throat and throw her into the fucking trash if she does something wrong. She can’t die, Chanyeol.”

Chanyeol rubs the temple of his forehead as he picks through his brain. Baekhyun would kill her.

“Okay. Let me talk to him. I’ll figure this out. For the meantime, you have to hide out somewhere. If Baekhyun finds out what you did?” He groans. Sehun would be a dead man walking.

“He’ll kill me. I know.”

Chanyeol gave no answer. He simply started to walk back to his car.

“Chanyeol!”

He turns around, the second time today. He swallowed as he looked at his friend.

“You’ll kill him if you have to…right? If he tries to kill me?”

He stiffened. He opens his mouth, but nothing comes out. So he nods. A lie.

Sehun surveyed him for a moment before he shook his head. He headed back inside.

As Chanyeol hopped inside his car, he took a deep breath. He pulled out his phone and went through his call list. He scrolled until he reached the name. His finger shook as he slowly pressed down on the highlighted contact. He didn’t want to do this. Not in the slightest.

“...Hello?”

Chanyeol smiles, but maybe he was just trying to fool himself that he liked hearing his best friend’s voice.

“Hey. Any chance I can talk to you? In person?”

“Ah, I’m in the process of moving some things out of my place. But you can meet me at my girlfriend’s apartment. You can meet her! Chanyeol she’s amazing, I’ve never met anyone-”

“...Like her before. Yeah, I know. Listen, you can’t do anything to her Baekhyun. She has people that care about her, and would notice if she disappears. Do you understand?”

“...Chanyeol. I’m not going to do anything. Why the fuck do you want to talk to me?”

He lets out a dragged out groan. “Dude. You realize you do this every single time-”

“She’s different. I love her. I’m  fucking wrapped around her finger. I don’t even care if she has stains on her shirt. I’m a changed man, Chan. She helps me.”

Chanyeol knew his best friend. But if he was hearing him correctly, which he didn’t think he was, this was different for him. He killed most of his ex’s because of their small mistakes. Things like…ripped blouses. Or their lipstick, remnants of coke on their fucking lip. But stains? Baekhyun wasn’t just a clean freak, he was an obsessive serial killer. He paid close attention to small details like that, and when those two things meet, he makes sure that it never crosses his sight again.

“That’s actually…a good sign.”

“Exactly. I’ll text you the address.”

The phone call ended there, leaving Chanyeol to bask in the quietness of his car. Maybe Baekhyun was changing. And if he was, then this would mean the burden of keeping quiet for him would be nothing but a horrible memory. So the man actually, honestly, smiled to himself as he started his way over to his best friend’s girlfriend’s apartment.

“Fuck me, man.” He laughed.

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Y/N’s POV

Baekhyun.

Baekhyun.

Baekhyun.

That was all you could think about. You didn’t know how you got to this point. This sad, low point. However, at the same time, you couldn’t care less. As a police officer, you were trained to understand manipulation. You went to the police academy, studied your ass off to know the signs of an actual psychopath. In the back of your head you can feel yourself trying to crawl out of the dark abyss. But here’s the thing. You didn’t want her to come back. You loved the attention he gave you. The longing stares, watching your every movement. Even his cooking, although it didn’t match Kyungsoo’s skills, it would have to do. Baekhyun was right. He was good for you. Maybe this is what you needed; someone to take care of you. Someone who only wants you and only you. Someone who would…kill for you.

You look at yourself in the foggy mirror in your bathroom, drying your hair with your light pink towel. For some reason you looked different. Now, it could be because you lost weight, but there was a different aura to you. Confident yet introverted. You wipe your hand over your blurry reflection to get a better look.

You knew what it was. The difference.

It was the effect of actually being loved.

You didn’t know if you loved Baekhyun. You couldn’t just fall in love with someone in less than a week. Not after spending 5 years with someone. But then again, if the love of your life could fall out of love with you and not even give you any signs that they did, maybe it was…possible. All you knew was that you didn’t like being alone. And maybe it was solely because you were afraid of what you’d do to yourself if you were. You liked how Baekhyun looked after you and made sure you were okay. But maybe that’s all it was. You enjoyed his company. What’s wrong with that?

“But I can’t tell him that.” You whisper to yourself.

Because if you told him that, you didn’t know what he would do. You knew you shouldn’t have agreed to all of this. The moving in, having him stay with you for a fucking week. But the more time you spent with him, the more you felt yourself falling for him. He was dominant, oozing it. Tell you what to do, what to eat, what to say. Kyungsoo was never like that for you, simply let you do whatever you wanted. Maybe you needed this. The comfort and stability.

You sigh as you make your way to the bedroom. You pick out some comfortable clothes and put them on, jumping under the covers of your bed. You pick up your phone that you left charging on your nightstand, your heart skipping a beat when you see missed texts and calls from Baekhyun.

sorry i’m taking so long.

i’m hungry. should i just get us something to eat?

i’ll just get us something.

hey.

answer me.

y/n.

i swear to fucking god, if you don’t pick up the phone.

sorry for getting mad. my friend is coming over so make sure you’re presentable. i can fuck you later on tonight. i’ll make sure you won’t be able to walk for days.

And 15 missed calls.

You liked the attention. You weren’t the conceited type but he certainly makes you think you are. You never thought too much about your looks, but the way he adored you, worshiped you, well it had you thinking that maybe you did have something about you. Baekhyun was everything to you. You call him back, waiting impatiently as the line rang.

“B-Baekhyun?”

“Sweetheart. Why didn’t you message me back?”

“I was in the shower, I’m sorry.” You bite your lip nervously.

“It’s okay. Just keep your phone with you so you can hear when I’m texting or calling.”

“Okay. I’m sorry.”

“Stop saying sorry. You’re presentable, right?”

You peer down at your outfit. Just one of his shirts and a pair of sweats.

“Yeah. I’m wearing your shirt and my pink sweats.”

“Mmm. I like it when you wear my things. Listen, I’ll be there in a minute. I’m turning the corner.”

He hangs up abruptly. You jump out of bed, little squeaks escaping your mouth excitedly. You stand before the door, and when you can’t take it any longer, you swing it open. You look down your staircase, Baekhyun beaming at you while he carries two boxes. You hurry down and take one of them out of his grasp and lead him back into your home.

He heaves the other inside, placing it on the table. He puts his hands on his hips and smiles.

“I missed you.”

You put your box down and jump into his arms. You rub your face into the crook of his neck.

“I missed you more.”

“Am I interrupting something?”

You gasp, removing yourself from your…boyfriend. You see a tall man with dark brown hair standing in your doorway. He had kind eyes, a dimpled smile placed on his features. His aegyo sal was cute. He stepped inside as Baekhyun peels away from you, grinning towards him. He pulls him in for a hug, slapping his back harshly. You just stand there and smile, putting your hair behind your ear awkwardly.

“Chanyeol! It’s been a while.”

Chanyeol nods. “Definitely man. So who’s the pretty lady?”

He motions over to you, waving. You bow slightly before you approach him and stretch out your hand. “My name is Y/N. It’s nice to meet you.”

He shakes it warmly, looking between you and Baekhyun. Your boyfriend eyes it carefully, and you feel a twinge of fear for a second. He suddenly stands in between you two, removing the connection. He laughs as he puts his hand around the man’s waist, leading him to the living room. You tiptoe over to your door to close it. As you turn around, you see the two men talking with each other on the couch.

You don’t want to intrude just yet, so you head over to the kitchen to pull out some beers. As you open the fridge, you try to zone in on the conversation they’re having, curious since they were speaking at such a low volume. You began to pour the beers into some cups, watching as the foam started to rise to the top.

“...Sehun told me everything. I just need you to promise me that you won’t do anything.”

“Aw, Chanyeol. Looking out for your friends? That’s sweet. I love that about you.”

“Don’t fuck around man. I fucking mean it. Don’t do anything to him.”

The sound of his name does something to you, and the proposition you had made earlier resonates in your head. You want to kill him. And you still did. You don’t know when this side of you came out, but honestly, it only made sense. Plus, Baekhyun made you feel okay about the idea, and that brought even more confirmation to the plan. If he was okay with it, then… It's okay. Right?

You stand back in surprise as you hear a bottle break on the kitchen floor. How did you not notice that it slipped from your grasp? You feel the liquid pouring on your feet, the familiarity of when you did the same thing when you read that letter for the first time.

“Y/N? Are you okay?” You hear Baekhyun running behind you, you erase the frown on your face and replace it with a nervous smile.

“I’m fine.” You see Chanyeol standing from his seat, a worried expression on his face from your living room.

You don’t know why you did it, but you just felt the need to. You push past Baekhyun, who looks at you confused, and storm to the stranger that stood in your home. You do your best to project your feelings, the anger, the brokenness, the pain. Chanyeol backs up a little as you get in his personal space, your mouth tightened in a straight line before it opens up.

“I want him dead. I’ll kill that fucking cunt myself. If you do something to stop me, I won’t hesitate to do the same thing to you.”

Silence.

Baekhyun laughs loudly, slapping his hand on his knee before he walks over. His face was bright red as he stood behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist and fitting his head into the crook of your neck. You lean into him, smiling at Chanyeol, who looked shocked.

“I told you, she’s different.” Baekhyun whispers against your skin. He kisses your neck, and you accidentally let a subtle moan slip out.

Chanyeol stares in disbelief. “You… Fucking shit. What did you do to her, Baekhyun?”

You blink. “He didn’t do anything to me, you fucking pussy. You don’t know what Sehun did to me, you have no reason to be angry at me or my boyfriend.”

Baekhyun just watches. You hope he’s enjoying this, maybe he’ll praise you later on for this.

“I actually do know. Sehun…yeah. He’s a horrible person for what he did. He should be locked up. But killing him isn’t the answer, Y/N. Holy shit. I can’t believe this is happening.”

He stares numbly at the carpet, plopping his body back onto the couch.

You think that maybe you shouldn’t have said anything. You realize as Baekhyun continues to kiss down your neck… this guy. He was the fucking Deputy. You reach your hand to grip your boyfriend’s thigh, stopping him from his actions. He tilts his head to look at you, his lips pouting.

“What is it?” He asks sweetly.

“This man… this is your friend? You’re friends with the Deputy?!”

Chanyeol scowls at you. “Sadly.”

Now it was Baekhyun’s turn to be shocked. He jumps onto the couch, one arm around the man’s shoulder while his other hand grips his chin roughly. He swings his face around until Chanyeol pushes him off with disgust.

“C’mon. Don’t be such a downer. You love being my friend. You’re like my brother, Chan.”

You just told the fucking Deputy that you wanted to kill someone. Why was Baekhyun acting so nonchalantly? Does he not realize that you could be taken in for questioning? For planning a fucking, god damn murder?

Instead, the tall man does something you don’t expect.

“I’m not going to help you with this if you decide to do it, Baekhyun. You’ll have to clean up this mess yourself. No way am I getting involved.”

“Excuse me… I just told you I want to murder this guy. You’re not even the slightest concerned about that?” You mutter out.

He turns his attention on you, grimacing. “I’ve done worse.”

You gape at Baekhyun, he smiles back at you. Maybe you didn’t know anything about the people you worked with, much less the ones you worked for. But with the subtle confirmation you got from the fucking Deputy, you start to realize that maybe you weren’t going crazy. Maybe Baekhyun was right, you were understanding how to deal with things. In a crazy, serial killer kind of way.

“T-then I’m assuming you won’t say anything about this.” You stutter.

Chanyeol rolls his eyes. “You guys are going to hell, you do know that right?”

Baekhyun laughed. “I’ll deal with it when the time comes. How about we order some takeout and watch a movie, huh? Let me change out of my clothes.”

He happily gets up from his seat and kisses your cheek faintly before he walks past you into the bedroom. You stand there, Chanyeol not breaking his eyes from yours.

“Y/N. I don’t know you. But I know this isn’t you. Sehun is your friend.” He says brokenly.

You snap out of your dead state and speak.

“I don’t know who I am anymore, really.”

You step towards him, ducking your body so your face lays inches from his.

“But if I have Baekhyun, I’ll be okay.”

ch 1, ch 2, ch 3

[pixiebyun]

obsession | chapter 2

paring: reader x baekhyun

words: 11k

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

tag list: @mayboy @vishary15 <3

warnings for this chapter: murder, mental illness(s), mention of suicide, manipulation, mature language, masturbation, stalking, violence, obsessiveness, aggression, drug use, (implied) date rape drugs.

do not read if: you are triggered by any of the warnings i listed prior. this fic will contain this theme throughout the chapters. if you are not comfortable with that; please skip this post. please remember this a work of fiction.

viewer discretion is advised

playlist for this chapter:

laughing on the outside - baekhyun pov

tonight you belong to me - y/n pov

all the things she said - y/n pov

always forever - baekhyun pov

(a/n) so excited for you guys to read this chapter. i think this really shows how obsessed baekhyun is, and how far he's willing to go for you. he doesn't even know you at all but he's literally infatuated... this was fun to write. please reblog and like this post! replies are open so please leave some feedback for me, i really love seeing what you think!

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Y/N’s POV

“Kyungsoo? I’m home!” You walk into your apartment and lug your purse and documents onto the kitchen table.

Your boyfriend peeks his head out from the fridge, pulling out some alcohol for the two of you. You smile at the sweet gesture, placing your lips on top of his. He pulls back and grins at you, then tapping your nose with his finger.

“How was work?” He takes a seat at the table, placing the cold bottles on top of it as well.

The two of you made the tiny apartment work, you moved in with each other a year ago. It had character, you went for more bright and eccentric pieces while Kyungsoo… well he preferred a minimalist feel. So your home contained both elements, and the couple would endlessly hear how terrible it looked. You would laugh, because well, it truly captured your relationship. You, being the more outgoing, confident one. Kyungsoo was the reserved type, and didn't have a lot of ‘color’ to his personality. But you didn’t mind that, in fact, it’s what drew you to him in the first place.

You sigh as you shrug off your blazer, pulling out a chair opposite of your partner. Kyungsoo has been a part of your life for 5 years; you started dating your senior year of high school and that progressed into college. And they were the best years of your life. You would have never thought you could get someone as caring and loving as him, Kyungsoo had a way of melting your heart. He cooked for you all the time, mostly because you didn’t have the time to do it since you worked on a lot of cases. He helped with laundry, picking up groceries, planning dates, and throughout all of it, his love for you never ceased.

You had thought maybe he would grow tired of it; the multiple nights when you wouldn’t come home because you were stuck at the police station, having to refuse small outings with him and his friends, or falling asleep as soon as you did get home. But he never complained, not once. That just further proved to you that you knew he was the one. You loved him more than anything in the world, you were totally convinced that you would marry him.

You scrunch your nose at him as you grab the bottle and pop open the twistable cap.

“Hard. Frustrating. Stupid.” With each pause you would take a sip, hissing at the taste.

He laughed at you, following suit. He was dressed comfy, a gray jumper with some black sweats. His charcoal black hair was grown out, so much so that it almost covered his eyes. That reminded you of something.

“Did you get your glasses frames fixed?” You gesture to his eyes, and he shakes his head.

“I forgot. I’ll go in tomorrow. But… Why don’t you tell me about your day then? You look stressed out, Y/N.”

You really didn’t want to talk about it. You knew that you looked stressed, because you could feel the anxiety and overwhelming emotions of the case having a party in your body. Plus… there was Baekhyun. Baekhyun that went out of his way to talk to you after you just got off of work 20 minutes ago. You thought about what he said, the way he looked and his tone. There was definitely a different aura that he had versus how he acted in the confrontation room. You blink, looking back at your boyfriend who was still staring at you, waiting for you to speak.

You shake your head and smile, drinking again. “Just the weird case I told you about a couple days ago.”

He raises his eyebrow at you, tapping his finger on the table. “The murder?”

You pucker your lips, darting your eyes from him to the drink. “Suicide, actually.”

There was an awkward pause, and even though there wasn’t anything wrong, you could feel the tension building up. Kyungsoo frowns as he stares at the alcohol, watching droplets fall from off the glass onto the table.

“Is there anything else bothering you? I know you, Y/N.” He looks at you concerned.

You thought about telling him about Baekhyun…but something told you not to. See, Kyungsoo wasn’t the jealous type per say, but you didn’t think your boyfriend would be too happy hearing about you giving your phone number out to a man who seemed suspicious. You tried to not think about it as a murder case though… Baekhyun didn’t seem capable of doing those things. He loved his girlfriend, and you were starting to believe that maybe you should just drop it and let Junmyeon know that you don’t want to investigate further. You get up and place a kiss on Kyungsoo’s cheek, kneading his shoulders with your hands.

“Nope. Come on, let’s watch a movie.”

-

Baekhyun’s POV

You were pretty. Really, really pretty. As he scrolled on his phone to look at your various social media platforms, he couldn’t stop himself from smiling. His face would heat up every single time he would zoom in on your face, taking in your facial features. He couldn’t really pick out his favorite thing about you, maybe it was your eyes. He knew that when he saw you earlier that day that they created a big impact on him. But what about your lips? They were on the smaller side, but they were still full. He could imagine kissing them right now, how soft they would be.

His body begins to shake as he stays on one photo of you, a mirror selfie. Maybe it was because he was so excited that he got to meet his soulmate, he just never felt this strongly about a person before. You were squeezing your cheeks with one hand, pushing your pillowy lips into a pout. You only wore a baggy white tee-shirt, showing off your thighs. Leaving Baekhyun to assume… that you had just posted a picture of yourself practically naked.

There was no way you would do that. Just put yourself out there like that, like a slut. He could feel his anger rising as he continued to stare at the photo, examining every exact thing in it. Your skin, your face, your thighs, the shirt... but he just can’t get mad at you. You didn’t know that you did something wrong… Baekhyun for once, felt fine. It was okay that you messed up.

He drops his phone onto his bed that he was sitting on, sitting upright abruptly. He places a hand on his chest, breathing quickly. His heart was beating at an abnormal rate… his palms were clammy. He was confused. He looks back at his phone, to the lit up screen that showed the photo of you.

“Who are you, Y/N?”

Baekhyun would never, ever, let something like that pass by him. A girlfriend of his making him look bad online by shouting to the world that they’re a whore? But there was something about you, you who looked so innocent posing in that photo, not understanding what it meant to be a slut. No, you were very innocent. Baekhyun had to protect you from that… from the world. It was a disgusting place that they lived in, and he knew that he had to take you away from it. He laughed softly, tucking his legs into his body and wrapping his arms around them.

He decided to research you a little bit more, going on his laptop so he could write while he learned more about you. His eyes flickered on your FaceNook profile, scrolling all the way down to 5 years ago. His heart broke a little when he saw that your first post was exclaiming your relationship status.

Relationship with Doh Kyung-soo.

He squinted as he clicked on the highlighted name, and a look of disgust appeared on his face as he examined your, ‘lover’. He wasn’t bad looking, but he definitely was not up to the standards you deserved. You needed someone like Baekhyun, who would take care of you and make you look good. He would have no problem showering you with all the attention that you wanted, people would know not to fuck with you because you would have him by your side, always. He never wanted to leave you.

He wasn’t yours yet, but he was never going to leave you.

But you were his. He felt himself getting turned on by his intruding thoughts, the thought of being with you all the time, everyday, not a second without you. He starts to palm himself through his slacks, continuing to scroll on the boyfriend’s profile. As he clicked on the photos, he was delighted to see you again. The one thing he appreciated from the guy was that he didn’t like to be in the photos with you, which made sense to Baekhyun, he didn’t deserve to be with you, so why would he think he should be in a photo with you? Small things like that should show you that he didn’t value the relationship, but Baekhyun, when he gets you, fuck, he would do anything.

He stands up quickly, not tearing his eyes away from his laptop screen, staring at a photo of you smiling. He unbuckles his belt, tears his slacks off, and releases his cock from his boxers. He sits back down on the bed, returning back to you, sweet, beautiful, you. He grabs his cock in one hand and starts to move it up and down as he uses his other to zoom in on your face, small grunts escaping from his lips throughout it. He whines as he thinks about you, his cock getting harder with each tug.

He wants to bury himself in you, let his senses become consumed by you. He wants you to think about him, all the time, just like he did with you. You would be connected to him like that, you would love him. That’s all he wanted, he just wanted you, and he wanted to keep you locked up, where the world wouldn’t be able to steal you from him. You wouldn’t be able to talk to any other men, just Baekhyun, him alone. With heavy panting as his movements become faster, his stare still on you, he uses his precum to lubricate his throbbing huge cock.

“There’s… fuck, only… ah. You.” He came, hard, and his body lurched upwards every couple of seconds, strings of cum painting his stomach. He rests his head back on his pillow, panting. He’s never come that hard before… ever, in his life. Although that wasn’t the sign that he knew you were meant for him, it definitely sparked up his passionate plan, the plan that would unite the both of you, forever.

He uses his blanket to wipe his mess up, urgently trying to get back to his research. He does ponder on that for a minute, realizing that he suddenly went against his morals and cleanliness for you. That could be a problem, but right now it didn’t matter. He needed to get everything set up, and it had to be prosecuted by tomorrow. He couldn’t waste another second without seeing you again, he needed to feel that comfort that you were okay, that you were protected by him.

So as he begins to look at your boyfriend’s profile, he stops on his latest update. A photo of broken glasses with a caption saying, “Second pair I broke. Jongdae help me!”. Baekhyun clicked on the name that was tagged, taking him to a business page. The icon showed a man around his age maybe, he had elf-ish features. As he peered into his page, he realized he was an Optometrist, and probably a close friend to Kyungsoo. Jongdae’s last post was a reply to the scum that was your boyfriend.

Haha. Come by around 9 tomorrow. Y/N has to keep a closer eye on them for you from now on.

Perfect. He typed down the address of the business on his phone, making sure he got everything right, double checking for any mistakes. Then, he exited out of his notes and hovered over the contacts app. He scrolls until he reaches one name, smirking as he lays back on his pillow, letting it ring. This guy knew what he was doing, and if Baekhyun got this to work out smoothly, he would have you in the palms of his hands in no time.

“You know to call me from a burner phone, Baek.”

“Aw come on, S. Aren’t we friends? Can’t friends talk to each other on the phone?”

He sighs. “What do you want?”

“I have a favor.”

Silence.

“No. No. I told myself that I wouldn’t get involved with you again. Chanyeol paid me off-”

Baekhyun rubbed the side of his head and closed his eyes.

“That was Chanyeol. Not me. Listen Sehun, if you didn’t want to get involved in this type of shit then you shouldn’t have done it the first time.” He looks at his fingers as he smiles. He could hear Sehun hyperventilating, knowing that there was no way out of this.

“Look… I just need you to set something up for me. Give some information on someone. Then, and only then, will you get rid of me. I’ll tell Chanyeol to put in a good word for you, who knows? You can get promoted and get your own little office. Maybe a raise? I know how much you’ve been needing the extra money, considering you’re in debt because of your gambling problem.”

Sehun scoffs. “If I even do this for you, how do I know you won’t try and do this again some other time? What if you want me to dispose another fucking dead girlfriend of yours-”

“Y/N isn’t going to end up like those fucking cunts. Which reminds me... I need her address.”

“...Y/N? Fuck no. There’s no fucking way you’re getting near her. Over my dead body.”

“Do you think she’ll be interested in knowing about Yeri, Sehun? Because I think she’ll really love hearing about you getting her fucking body and throwing her into woodchipper. I mean… I can always tell her myself. Oh. That reminds me of another nice memory actually,” Baekhyun sits up, his legs criss-crossed as he smiles to himself, savoring the idea of Sehun getting a heart attack right now, “Does Y/N know about your little college experiment?”

Sehun stops breathing.

Baekhyun starts laughing until his throat becomes sore, bringing his hand to punch his chest, spit flying everywhere. He wipes the salvia off his chin, looking blankly at the white walls in his bedroom.

“I…I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Sehun is terrified, as he sits alone in his home, he can’t help but look over his shoulder, mistaking shadows for someone, Baekhyun maybe.

“I think you do know what I’m talking about, friend. Didn’t you drug a poor, innocent girl… then passed her along to your friends just so they can do what they want with her? Aw,”

Baekhyun smiles, “Pure pressure? Right?”

“... What do you want me to do?”

So Baekhyun told him his plan, how he was going to kill Kyungsoo. He’d wait until after he got his glasses repaired, just so his friend would know that he went there first and didn’t get worried if he didn’t show beforehand. He’s going to break into his car and once Kyungsoo stupidly gets in… he’d fucking rip his neck open. Sehun’s part in all of this, as he listened while trying not to throw up, would set up a scene where Kyungsoo was in a car accident. Baekhyun didn’t care how he did it, but he would have to. This is how it was going to have to go down.

“What time does Y/N go to work tomorrow?” Baekhyun’s heart raced as he said your name.

“She goes in at 7. Why?”

“I need to plant the note.”

“What note?” Sehun sat in his chair, looking on his laptop for used cars.

Baekhyun would go on to talk about the letter he was going to write. He researched how Kyungsoo spoke online, making sure that the tone and feeling he would write down on paper matched your boyfriend’s personality. Bland, might he add. He was boring, and that gave him even more excitement when he thought about how great the two of you would be together. You, being the confident and exciting one, and Baekhyun, who knew how to handle that. You were just so…perfect for him.

He managed to find a photo of Kyungsoo’s handwriting on his FaceNook account, an anniversary love letter he wrote to you. He practiced it for hours that night, making sure to cross his ‘T’’s and dot his ‘i’s to match his. Once he was finished, he looked at it proudly.

To Y/N,

I’m sorry I couldn’t say this in person. I can’t look at you and break your heart. I can’t do this anymore. We’re too different, you and I. I’ve felt this way for a long time, I just put up with it because we’ve been together for 5 years, it just felt like I had to stay with you. You deserve someone better. Again, I’m sorry. Please don’t try to reach me. I’m done with you. I don’t love you, Y/N.

Kyungsoo.

Baekhyun was overjoyed. He didn’t know if it was because he knew that he’d see you tomorrow or the fact that he was going to kill your boyfriend. They both were equally exciting. After he placed the letter on his desk with gloves on, Sehun told him that he purchased a car and had someone to reenact the car crash. He had one question for the psychopathic murderer.

“How are we going to do this? The accident, I mean.”

Baekhyun yawned over the phone. “I’m going to drive the car out of the parking lot and you’ll get your guy to crash into the car. But, you have to wait for my call. I’m going to park it in the road and he has to hit the guy head on. The body has to be completely unrecognizable. If they go over the autopsy and see how I killed him, they might rule it out as a murder. Can’t have that now, can I?”

“B-but what about the person hitting him? He could die!”

Baekhyun sneered. “Better make sure he’s not important then. Just say you’ll pay him a large amount. That’s what always does it.”

This was all for you. You didn’t know it yet, but Baekhyun was willing to do anything for you, this was just one of the small acts of dedication he would plan for the both of you. So as he went to sleep that night, he let himself be consumed by you, beautiful, sad, you.

-

Early in the morning, he parked outside your place, dressed entirely in black clothing. He watched as you made your way down the stairs, your hair bouncing with each step. He can imagine how you smelled, the sweet Dior perfume he knew that you sprintzed on your body. What he would give to be that fucking perfume, to be absorbed into your skin. He snaps himself out of his thoughts as you begin to drive away in your car, and once he can no longer see you, he continues to wait.

He knew that your idiot boyfriend would be leaving not too soon after, since he would be going to get his glasses fixed around 9. But what he didn’t expect to see was the car that pulled up to your apartment, Y/N. He slumps his body lower into his seat as he watches a young woman step out from the new black BMW, dressed in a light blue babydoll dress. White heels adorned her feet, and she swung her long black hair behind her as she smiled, walking towards…

No. He wasn’t. Was your boyfriend cheating on you, Y/N?

But to his surprise, and anger, Kyungsoo swung open your apartment door and smiled at the woman who was skipping up the steps. He grabbed her by the waist and pulled her in for a kiss, then ushered her inside your home. Baekhyun… well he was fucking enraged.

How could he do that to you, Y/N? He had the entire world, right by his side, and he threw it all away for some whore? Some fucking rich entitled bitch that thought she was better than you? Fuck that, Baekhyun tried to fight seeing red, but all he thought about at that moment was how he was going to make his death painful, slow, dragged out. He would have to suffer the consequences of hurting someone like you, a goddess, and he would have to hear about it as Baekhyun stabbed his useless, fucking neck.

So he waited.

And waited.

Until finally the disgusting woman left, and not before he passionately kissed her goodbye and slammed the door behind him. He looked happy, and that made Baekhyun so much more furious. He was going to kill him, for you, Y/N. And he was going to enjoy seeing the blood drain out of his body, watch him as his last thoughts were about how he mistreated you, all by the hands of your soon to be husband, your true lover.

Kyungsoo left your apartment at 8:30, and once he was gone, Baekhyun got to work. He stepped out of the car, hands gripping the backpack he brought along, and ran up the staircase. He used a bump key to get in, something that can be easily purchased at the local hardware store. He found that kind of stupid, selling something that could help to break into people’s houses, but hey, he wasn’t complaining about it now, was he?

Your apartment was ugly, Y/N. Truly, utterly disgusting. What was with the decor in this place? Were you trying to scare him off? He laughed at that thought, nothing would truly get you away from him, but this? He’d help you rearrange the place, change things up to something more his style. You’d like it too, you would have to.

As Baekhyun laid his backpack on the floor near the entrance of your apartment, he pulled out a pair of gloves, the note that was sealed so it didn’t have any of his fingerprints on it, and headed into your bedroom. And wow, Y/N. It smelled like you, and it made Baekhyun act feral. He brushed his hands on your white bedsheets, slowly making his way to the side of the bed that he knew you slept on, because he can smell your perfume all over it.

“Y/N…” He muttered weakly, as he closed his eyes and rubbed his face all over the pillow. He thought about how you graced your perfect head on top of it, trying to imagine himself laying right next to you at night. He knew he shouldn’t have done it, but something came over him. He pulled the blankets up that were folded neatly, and gently slipped inside. He pulled the covers over him, sniffing the sheets that were blessed because of your touch. He opens his eyes, smiling as he hopes that you’ve slept naked in this bed. How close he was to you in this moment, and you didn’t even know that you two now had a connection to one another.

He whines a little as he gets out of the bed, missing you already. He grabs the handwritten note that he placed on the edge of the bed and looks over it one more time.

“Yeah… this is good.” He smirks as he removes the covering over the paper and places it once again, on the bed. He stands back, trying to see if it looks good right there. It would have to do, it didn’t really matter where he left it, but he just wanted to leave it in a place where you could cry in comfort. The bedroom was the best place, he wouldn’t want you to hurt yourself if you got dramatic and slumped on the floor, you would fuck up your knees or legs. He didn’t want that.

As he claps his hands and nods to himself, he starts to make his way out, preparing to head off to the Optometrist. …But something echoes loudly in his head.

Look in the drawers.

So he listens. His thoughts have never wronged him before, and plus, this was a great idea. He brings his body to meet your dresser drawers, they were white and had paint chips forming over the wood. He scowls at that as he opens one up, and he almost salivates when he sees your underwear on display for him. He picked one up, a bright pink lacy pair, and he immediately pushed it up to his nose. He breathes you in, the best part of you, and he nearly cums right then and there. You smelled so sweet, so heavenly.

He keeps the pair of under garments smothered in his face as his eyes roll back, his other hand pushing his pants down. He struggles to get his hand around his hard cock, the boner you caused him to have just by your scent. He strokes himself as he takes you in, imagining your body under his fingertips, you, who is just as in love as he is with you.

“Fuck.” Baekhyun’s voice is muffled by your clothing, he pumps himself faster, his body shaking with each sniff that he takes.

You have complete control of him, and he fucking loved it. He liked being submissive to you, it was the first time he thoroughly enjoyed the idea of being someone’s toy. In all honesty, as he masturbated to your underwear in your room, for the first time in his life, Baekhyun knew that you were the reason for his existence. You were his missing piece, everyone before you attempted to fit into the puzzle, but now he realized why they didn’t complete the picture. Because they weren’t you.

“Y/N. Y/N. Y/N.”  He drools as he aggressively shoves your underwear into his nose one last time, spilling his cum all over the carpet. He slowly blinks, feeling dizzy from the orgasm. His phone vibrating in his pocket is what snaps him back into reality, and he quickly takes it out as he walks back to the entrance of your home.

The guy is there, waiting in the parking lot in the car. Where are you?

Sehun was probably stressed out, Baekhyun almost sympathizes with him. He smiles as he shoves your garment into his backpack and makes his way out of his future apartment. He gets there rather quickly, seeing as the place was only a few blocks away. He pulls into the gray parking lot that was behind the building your boyfriend was in. He looks around him, and two other cars are parked there, but it was fine. As long as no one would see him break into Kyungsoo’s car, it was okay.

Baekhyun texts Sehun, letting him know that he’s there.

Alright best friend ~ I’m here. Which car is our guy?

Not even a second later, a car beeps it’s horn. He looks up from his phone, seeing an old battered, red rusted Pontiac. The guy inside of it looks terrified, horror settling into his features as Baekhyun gives him a wave.

He’s cute. Looks scared. wonder why.

Baekhyun snickers to himself as he texts Sehun, then makes his way out of his own car. He walks up to the accomplice, noticing how pink he becomes with each step he takes towards him. He taps on the window as he arrives, waiting for him to roll it down. He ducks his head in, letting his arms rest on the exterior of the car.

“You are?” He asks him.

The man stutters, Baekhyun holds back his laughter when he sees the sweat underneath his armpits. He looked young, and he definitely confirmed that when he spoke to him.

“K-Kai. Look man, I’m just trying to get some money. I- I have student loans.”

Baekhyun just giggles, bringing his hand over the young boy’s shirt, straightening out the wrinkles that lay there. Kai stays frozen, watching as the stranger does this, holding his breath.

He opens his mouth. “It’s okay. Do you know what you’re going to do?”

He nods at Baekhyun. “Sehun told me to crash into the car head on. Make sure the body is obliterated. No trace of you on him. B-but what about me?”

Baekhyun stands up, looking around the parking lot, then raises his eyebrow at him.

“What about you?”

Kai sighs as he puts his hands around his head. “Wh- what if I die?”

“You won’t.”

“H-how the fuck do you know if-”

Baekhyun swiftly reaches inside the vehicle again, grabbing the boy by the throat. He tilts his head to the side, watching as he struggles to breathe. He brings his other hand to waggle his finger at him, like scolding a child for eating too many sweets.

“Do you want the money?”

He nods as his face becomes a deep shade of purple, sweat dripping from off his forehead.

Baekhyun lets go. “Then shut the fuck up. Drive out of the building once you see our target get into the car. I’ll take the car out into the road and you fucking crash into it. Got it?”

He starts to cry then, and Baekhyun resists the urge to knock him out right then and there. But he had to reserve this anger for Kyungsoo, who was the only person that needed to be crying right now. He scoffs as he taps the top of the car, walking towards the vehicle that was owned by the soon to be dead corpse. He slaps his hands together that were still adorned with gloves, a rush of adrenaline pumping through his veins as he used the bump key again.

He makes his way into the back seat, laying down on the ground. He already had the knife hidden in his back pocket, and the more he thought about it there, the more he looked forward to seeing it do its job on that cheating piece of shit. He pulled out his phone one more time, sending a text to Sehun.

you made sure there’s no cameras right? let me know when he’s coming out.

Sehun was watching Kyungsoo from across the street, sitting outside a coffee shop. The building had clear windows that gave a complete view of the inside, so he’d been watching them for a while now. He made sure to wear inconspicuous clothing along with a pair of sunglasses. He looked down at the text Baekhyun had sent, grimacing as he typed back.

he’s leaving right now. and yes, i checked to see if there were cameras. none.

Baekhyun smiled to himself as he received it, shoving it back in the place it was before. He brought the knife out, gripping it tightly on top of his chest. This was it. The moment he had been waiting for, the moment that would bring the two of you together. He closed his eyes as he thought about the life you would have together, the love you’ll share. But all of those thoughts stopped as soon as he heard your boyfriend fumbling with his car keys, jingling them into the keyhole.

“Yes, Jihyo, I made sure to make a reservation for tonight. Y/N is staying late at work so it’s fine. Stop stressing out about it. Listen, I’ll call you later ok? I’m going to drive right now. I love you.”

Kyungsoo sighed as he threw his phone and keys on the front seat next to him, plopping into the driver’s seat. He slammed the door behind him and sat in silence. Baekhyun was fucking livid. He loved that whore? Oh, he was going to make sure he’d fucking pay for what he’s done. He quickly brought the knife up into the air, placing it on your boyfriend’s neck, who screamed in shock.

“What the fuck!” Kyungsoo stilled, his hand tightly grabbing the steering wheel as he looked into the rearview mirror, meeting eyes with Baekhyun.

He sneered, gritting his teeth together. “Hello to you too. Is that how you greet all your friends?”

Kyungsoo paled, his eyes widening in shock as he gulped.

“What… what do you want?” He said sternly.

Baekhyun chuckled as he pushed the blade of the knife deeper into his throat. Oh… he didn’t know. Maybe to see his insides gushing out of him? Or maybe watch as his knife decapitated his head? That would be fun. But he knew what he was going to say, he’s been rehearsing ever since he saw him cheat on you earlier that morning.

“You know… when someone has something as precious with Y/N… they don’t fucking cheat. Are you fucking stupid? Something wrong with that brain of yours,” He doesn’t miss the sob that’s emitting from Kyungsoo’s throat, “you fucking cunt?”

“S-so what? She sent you to fucking kill me? Because I cheated?”

Baekhyun rolled his eyes as he made a deep gash in his throat, causing the man to immediately place his hands on the wound, preventing the blood from spilling out.

“Y/N is innocent in all of this. She would never do this to you. I can’t believe you even fucking said that. About your girlfriend. You really did have this coming, didn’t you?”

He makes his way up to the front of the car, making sure to keep the knife at his neck. He smiled as he made himself comfortable, looking at the air freshener that hung on his mirror. He flashes a grin at Kyungsoo, watching as the scum gurgles on the blood erupting from his mouth.

“If I could make an air freshener, I would probably use… ah!” Baekhyun brought the knife to his chin, then waved it around like he was casting a spell.

“I would make a scent called, ‘Y/N’s Cunt’. That way, I could always smell her wherever I went. Knowing that the scent only wants me, that it desires me. Isn’t that a great idea?”

Kyungsoo stares at him with dead eyes, his body slowly slumping against the seat. He can’t have him dying on him right now, no. He still needed to torture him a little bit more. So he presses his finger into the gash he made, eliciting a blood curdling yell from his lips.

“You don’t get to die just yet. You’re going to suffer just like how you made Y/N suffer, after you decided to cheat on her. Don’t you agree? That you’re a waste of space? See, I’m just trying to help her, Soo. Can I call you Soo?”

He picks up the man’s limp hand, adjusting it so it gives him a thumbs up. He beams at that, dropping it. He gets on top of the man, straddling his thighs. Kyungsoo weakly raises his hands to push him off, but it’s no use. He was a dead man. Baekhyun could get off on this, seeing the man who you think you love dying before his very eyes. He licks his lips as he stabs the knife into his chest, blood splattering on his jacket.

“You…” He removes the knife from his chest, “Are…” He plummets it back in, “Scum.”

And that was it. Kyungsoo died, knowing that he was a piece of shit. Baekhyun felt as though he just snorted a line of coke, the feeling too good to be true. He was finally gone, and now, you were going to be his. He swerved himself around, sitting on top of Kyungsoo’s lap as he grabbed the keys he’d thrown on the passenger side. He puts them in the ignition, and the car comes to life. He tries to readjust his butt on your dead boyfriend as he steers the vehicle out of the parking lot, then shifting it into park as he finally makes it outside onto the empty street.

He thanked God that the location was pretty much isolated, not many people passed by here since the area was in a shittier part of town. He opened the car door that Kyungsoo had entered before, dropping the keys on his lap. He dusted his hands together and puffed his chest out, feeling proud. Baekhyun turns his attention across the way, spotting Sehun sitting on a chair outside the coffee shop. He gave him a thumbs up, to which the police officer turned his attention to the corner of the street. Baekhyun assumed that’s where the young boy was waiting, and becoming no longer interested in what would transpire, he began to walk back into the parking lot.

A loud screech made its way down the street, Baekhyun listened to it as he approached his car, savoring the sweet music that the beat up Pontiac made. He decided to turn around, to savor the memory of Kyungsoo’s dead body returning to what it used to be, ash. Kai comes at the car with blinding speed, and a shattering BOOM enters in the street. The two cars slam into each other, and Baekhyun watches as Kai’s body flings through the window, glass shattering all over. His body is limp on the hood of Kyungsoo’s car, and not even a couple of moments after, a fire breaks out.

Baekhyun smiles at the sight, feeling the heat even from where he stood. He could see Kyungsoo and Kai’s bodies being eaten by the flames. The young boy with student loans wouldn’t have to worry about them anymore, that would be another mindless person who would risk their life for a simple lump of money. It was everything that Baekhyun wanted and more, and he couldn’t hardly contain his excitement as he hopped inside his car, revving up the engine as he drove out of the lot, driving down the other side, away from the crash.

He smiled to himself as he readjusted his rearview mirror, looking at his face. It was covered in blood, and as much as he hated messes, he really fucking loved this shade of red on him. Knowing that it was Kyungsoo’s blood just made him feel like he won a million dollars. It would make a good lipstick shade, he thought. As he made his way back home, he turned on the radio, cranking the volume all the way up. A familiar song started to play, and Baekyun happily sang along.

I’m laughing on the outside… Crying on the inside… Cause I’m so in love with you.

-

Y/N’s POV

It’s been a long morning for you, especially because you didn’t get your usual cup of coffee from Sehun. No, he had to call off for whatever reason so now you sat at your desk, frowning at the drink you had to make yourself. For some reason, everytime Sehun did it for you it tasted amazing, but whenever you attempted it yourself it tasted like a steaming pile of shit.

“Fucking Sehun…” You murmured to yourself as you logged into your computer, preparing for a rough shift.

You made it the first couple of hours without any distractions, just cleaning up your notes you had made regarding the case with Baekhyun. You skimmed over his name with your mouse, hovering each letter. You didn’t notice yourself doing it until a blush let itself be known, your face heating up. Why the hell were you doing that? You throw the mouse away from you like it burned you, stunned at yourself.

It wasn’t exactly news that Baekhyun was attractive. You knew it as soon as you walked through the door to discuss the suicide of his girlfriend. But you couldn’t think of him like that, you had a boyfriend. Kyungsoo. You feel a calming sensation pool over you as you think about your boyfriend, smiling at the memory of this morning with him. He had cooked you breakfast, and although you weren’t able to finish all of it, he didn’t mind. He kissed you and said that it was fine if you stayed late tonight at work, saying he understood how hard it is to be put on a case like this.

“Y/N.” You’re snapped out of your thoughts as a co-worker of yours stood in front of you.

You laugh, shaking your head. You look at her, “Sorry. Got lost in thought. What can I do for you, Jisoo?”

She raises her hands, insisting it’s fine. “Junymyeon wants to see you. I think he wants to discuss your progress.”

So you made your way to his office, the documents you had worked on yesterday in your hand. You knock on his door, waiting for a response. You hear him yell, “Come in.” You enter, giving a smile. He puts his hand forward, ushering you to sit on the chair that sat in front of his desk.

Junmyeon had his brown hair pushed back today, his uniform free of any creases. His pale skin was clear of any blemishes and he looked happier than he did a couple days ago. He stays silent until you sit down, then speaks.

“How are you doing? I know this is a… deranged case I put you on. Did you find anything else out from the boyfriend?” He folds his hands together, waiting for your response.

You place your documents on the desk, to which he picks up, reading it. He only glances through it for a couple of seconds before he lowers the papers down and gives you a confused look.

“You’re ruling it out as a suicide then?”

You nod. “I also spoke to Chanyeol, who confirmed that he was with Baekhyun that night. I don’t really have any reason to question him further, I believe that this was a suicide, yes sir. Isn’t this what you wanted me to believe in the first place?”

You fidget with your hands and gnaw on your lip, and Junmyeon senses the nervousness coming from you. He sighs as he let’s the papers fall on the desk, leaning back into his chair and folding his arms across his chest.

“Why don’t I believe you?”

“Why wouldn’t you believe me?”

He smiles. “Because I know you wouldn’t have stayed up countless nights reading over this case again and again. You know that something isn’t right, Y/N. Why are you just dropping it?”

You didn’t know why you were doing it honestly. In the back of your head you knew something was strange, but for some reason you didn’t want to believe anything bad had happened. Baekhyun… Well Baekhyun was nice. He was charming, and you couldn’t bring yourself to think about him in a negative light. Especially with the way you saw him cry in front of you. No person can just fake those feelings, those gut wrenching sobs. He wasn’t a suspect.

You look firmly at your boss. “Because I can. And I know you’ll drop it too, because you believe in my judgment. You trust me. I’m asking you to trust me, Junmyeon.”

He stares at you for a moment before he gives you a forced smile.

“Okay. I trust you. I also followed up with Chanyeol. He’s actually an Assistant Chief Deputy at the other department in Busan, so everything is backed up. I’ll let you know if anything else comes up-”

Your phone begins to ring in your pocket, and you look at him apologetically. You let it go off until it stops, continuing your conversation with him. You try to turn the conversation to a lighter note.

“Sounds good. By the way, do you think Sehun puts something in the coffee? Everytime he makes it for me it tastes like pure gold. I think-”

Your phone starts to vibrate again, and your boss gives you a look to answer it. You grunt as you pull it out, looking at the screen.

5 Missed Calls - Jongdae

You frown. Why was Jongdae calling you? You sit up, walking away from the desk and putting the phone up to your ear as you call back your boyfriend’s friend.

“Hello? Jongdae? I’m at work right now, can’t this wait-”

“Y/N. Kyungsoo’s dead.”

You freeze. Every atom in your body stills, and you’re pretty sure that your heart has stopped working. A cold shiver runs down the back of your spine, and you let out a strangled laugh.

“W…what do you mean, Kyungsoo’s dead?”

You hear Jongdae’s muffled sobs through the phone, your legs feel like jelly. You suddenly crash onto the ground, your knees rubbing against the carpet. They’re burning, your body is telling you that, but you can’t really feel it. You can’t feel anything right now. You hear Junmyeon walking behind you, putting a hand on your shoulder before he takes your phone out of your hand.

You let him. Your arm falls loosely by your side, you’re numb.

“Hello? This is Y/N’s boss… can you tell me what happened?”

You don’t remember much after that. It was really all a blur. You rode with Junmyeon in the police car, staring out the window without saying anything. He was talking to you, but you ignored him. Because all that mattered right now was Kyungsoo. Your boyfriend of 5 years, your highschool fucking sweetheart, was dead. But you couldn’t bring yourself to believe that, not until you saw his body. You kept thinking to yourself…maybe it wasn’t him. Someone could have stolen his car, crashed it perhaps. It couldn’t be Kyungsoo.

As you arrive at the scene, you see Jongdae crouched in front of his store, looking at the burnt remains of the two cars. Your heart beat instantly picks up as you look at the license plate on your boyfriend’s car. The car the both of you had picked out together your senior year of high school, remembering how happy Kyungsoo was to have his own form of transportation. He saved up for months, working two jobs. He would push away your worries of working too hard, stating that he wanted to do this for you.

“For me? It’s your car, Soo.” You sat in your childhood bedroom, Kyungsoo laying by your side, his eyes watching the tv show you had put on.

He links his hand with yours, rubbing his thumb up and down against your skin.

“I want to take you out on real dates. Drive us to the movie theater and get you food when you’re hungry. It’s not really a big deal, I kind of like flipping hamburgers.”

You laughed at him, bringing your lips to his cheek. You loved him.

“I… I love him.”

You utter out in disbelief as you sit in the car, the memory of your boyfriend disappearing from your mind. Your eyes never straying away from the horrific scene before you. You say nothing as you exit the car, watching as ambulances carry empty gurneys back into the truck, the firemen putting out any leftover sparks from the vehicles. Your boss yelled at you to get back in the car, to not do this to yourself. But you didn’t care. You walked up to the side of the burnt car, peering inside. There was no body, only ash. You wondered how long the fire was going on, to even cremate your boyfriend. There was…nothing. Except bones. Some parts of it still had flesh on them, and the sight causes you to throw up.

Jongdae suddenly appears from behind you, pulling your hair back. You continue to vomit, your body collapsing next to the car. He does nothing but speak softly, rubbing your back as he tries not to cry himself. You almost want to scream at him, you want to blame him for this somehow. If… if he didn’t come here. If Kyungsoo didn’t come this morning to fix his glasses, he would still be alive. There was no doubt in your mind.

So you scream, you thrash your arms at him, trying to punch him.

“YOU! You… you did this to him. You fucking killed HIM.” You watch as he crumbles to the ground, his lips trembling as tears run down his face.

“I didn’t… do this. Stop saying that.” His words come out high pitched, straining against his throat. He shields himself with his arms as you tower over him, hitting him, yelling at him some more, spit flying from out your mouth.

Your eyes are burning, snot is dripping from your nose, you only feel rage. You continue to beat on the devastated man until Junmyeon grabs you, pulling your body away. You scream, you cuss, you even try to elbow your boss in the crotch, but he simply restrains your arms.

“Fuck!” You scream, you bang your head against his chest, then you let your body become limp, sliding down on the ground. You sit there, Junmyeon still holding you in his grasp. But suddenly, you can’t hear anything. Everything moves in slow motion, and you smack your lips together, trying to moisturize them. You began to smile… and then laughter. You were fucking laughing. Nothing matters anymore. The love of your life is dead, and so were you.

-

As you sit in the police station with a blanket covering you, you listen to Jongdae and your boss discussing what had happened. Junmyeon insisted that you sit outside, that you didn’t have to do this. But you refused. You wanted to know how your boyfriend died, you needed some insight on the tragic event. You wouldn’t leave until you heard what Jongdae had to say.

“I just heard a loud crash, and I ran as fast as I could. But as soon as I stepped outside, the cars exploded and the fire broke out. I was able to see Kyungsoo before it happened. I know that it was him. I.. I saw his face.”

The small man looked down at his hands as he sat next to you, and you can’t stop yourself from reaching your hand out to him. He looks at you, sadness filling his eyes as his lips begin to shake. You felt terrible for the way you treated him earlier, the guilt was overwhelming. So you let him cry into your hand, because he also lost someone that he cared about. Kyungsoo was his best friend for years, the two of them knowing each other since middle school.

Junmyeon doesn’t make eye contact with you, but still speaks his mind.

“I don’t want you coming into work for the time being.”

You flick your eyes toward him, and he almost looks ashamed at what he said. You didn’t need time off of work… if anything, you wanted to stay here. Keep your mind off of the death of your fucking boyfriend. You rip your hand from Jongdae and stand up, the blanket falling off your shoulders. You stand there, anger rippling throughout your body, causing you to shake as you point your finger at him.

“You, don’t get to tell me I can’t come into work. I need this. I can’t be alone with my fucking thoughts. You know, I thought you’d be the person to talk me into staying. Because you know me so fucking well, right?” Your spit falls on his face, but he doesn’t do anything about it. He just stares at you, taking it.

You scoff as he doesn’t say anything, laughing. You run your hand through your hair, looking away from him, your eyes darting between the desk and the window in his office. You probably looked crazy right now, all strung out and laughing like a maniac. But you didn’t care. It was enough that the world took away the love of your life, but to take away the thing that made you happy?

“Enough, Y/N.” Junmyeon stands up, and you look at him, your mouth agape. You feel the ends of your mouth twitching, a smile forming on your face as tears cascade down.

You grab him by his shirt, pulling him close to you. His face stays the same, stoic. You grit your teeth together, fisting his shirt even tighter in your hand. Jongdae puts a hand on you, but you whip your head at him and give him a look; he removes it quietly.

“Don’t… do this.” You whisper desperately to your boss.

But he does. He peels your hand off of him, looking straight into your eyes.

“I’ll let you know when you can come back.”

You stormed out, creating destruction in your path. You eye a stack of papers on Jisoo’s desk, moving your hand to clash with it, sending them flying in the air. You walk up to another desk, grabbing the desktop computer that was on it, ripping the cords and slamming it into the ground. Everyone stares at you, not saying a word. You maintain eye contact with each of them, your heart racing against your rib cage as you wipe the tears from your chin.

“Fuck this.” You exit the police station and head to the parking lot.

You get into your car, immediately starting it up. Your radio blares loudly, a song erupting from it.

Although we're apart…You're a part of my heart

You scream, punching the dashboard in your car, attempting to stop the dreadful song that seemed… way too fitting for your situation. Instead, you just made it worse, making the audio distorted. It would skip ahead a little bit, static surrounding the hauntingly child-like voices.

As you finally made it home to you and your boyf… your apartment, you stop at the door. You’re too afraid to open it, but at the same time you’re hoping that Kyungsoo would be inside. He would be cooking dinner for the both of you, letting you know that he bought a movie to watch. He would kiss you, like he always did when you got home from work. Pull out some beers and sit down with you at the kitchen table, asking how your day was.

You smile.

But that wasn’t going to happen.

You push open the door and walk inside. The darkness in your apartment is chilling, something that you never thought you’d say about your beautiful and welcoming home. You dropped your bag on the floor and kicked your shoes off. You slowly walked to the fridge, yanking it open by the handle. Your eyes drift to the green bottle of alcohol and you grab it. As you open it up and start to chug, you could feel yourself starting to cry again.

You pop your lips off the drink and drop on the ground. You lean against the fridge, rubbing your eyes with your hand. Kyungsoo was gone. There was nothing you could do about it, and there was nothing that could have changed what had happened. Car accidents happen a lot… you just never expected it to happen to him. You take another gulp of beer as you shakily stand up, wanting to change out of your work clothes. They reminded you too much of what they have seen, what they were near. As you make your way into your bedroom, you keep your eyes on the ground, letting the beer hang by your side. You look towards your dresser, opening the first one. Your eyes glance at the various pairs of panties Kyungsoo had neatly folded, and you grab the first one you see. After that, you go through your second and third drawer to get some sweats and a tee shirt.

You turn around to lay them on the edge of your bed, but you halt your movements as you see a piece of paper. You drop the articles of clothing from your hand, your drink as well. You feel the liquid pouring on your foot, but you don't care. You grasp the paper and read through each line, trying to understand it, not wanting to understand it. You wish that it was written in a different language, anything but what made sense to you. As you keep your gaze on your boyfriend’s handwriting, a tear drops on the paper, smudging the ink on his name.

“I didn’t know…” You whispered.

You look around your room, the one that had all your memories of the two of you embedded into it. The endless nights talking about what your wedding would look like, what type of people your children would grow up to be. You remember the night he told you that he wanted to marry you, that he was going to use every last cent on getting you the most beautiful ring, and you, you laughed at him. Because you knew at that moment that he would do that. He would do anything for you, that’s what he made you believe.

But it was all a lie.

You… strung him along. You made him feel like he was stuck in this relationship, not being with you out of free will, his own heart. He didn’t want the marriage, the kids. He never did. He just felt like he had to play the part, and you feel like your chest is going to cave in.

He stopped loving you. And you continued to love him, not ever thinking he didn’t.

You skim over the memories, trying to piece together when he would have stopped, not wanting to believe that he didn’t want to be with you at some point. But then you realized. You caused this to happen. You wouldn’t spend time with him, you came home late from work. You didn’t cook him any meals, you relied on him for that. He did the laundry, folded your clothes. He did everything for you… for the relationship. You think back to yesterday, how you felt that he would grow tired of it. You gulp as a tear wells up in your left eye, you blink to set it free.

“I ruined the relationship.”

You sit in silence.

“I ruined… him.”

You sob as you lay on the bed, curling up into a ball. You didn’t want to live, you couldn’t live with yourself. You were selfish for thinking that Kyungsoo wanted to be with you, he did everything and got nothing back in return. You sit upright, looking out the door of your bedroom. You walk like it’s your first time, stumbling and shaking with each step you take towards the kitchen. You pause in front of your utensils drawer, your hand loosely holding the handle.

You pull it out in front of you, the silver cutlery shimmering. You zone in on the one thing, the only thing that would put an end to your pain. You grab the knife. As you raise it to your stomach, you only think of Kyungsoo, and the pain you had caused him. You didn’t deserve him, sweet, loving, caring Kyungsoo. You raise the knife, and as you’re about to plunge it in…

Ding!

You halt.

Ding!

You lower the knife, listening to your doorbell ring.

Ding!

You let the knife clatter on the floor, dragging your feet to the entrance of your home. Your mind immediately thinks of Sehun. Maybe he had heard what happened and came to see if you were okay. You pause in front of your door, debating if you even want to see Sehun right now. It wasn’t until you heard a voice that took you out of your thoughts.

“Y/N? Are you there?”

Baekhyun?

“Baekhyun?”

You suddenly swing up the door, making eye contact with him. He had a surprised look at his face, his eyes were wide as he took you in. The smile that was first there quickly disappeared, a frown replacing it. You do nothing but stand there for a moment, and then you do the first thing that comes into your head.

You hugged him.

He let’s a small grunt escape from him, but you feel his arms circle around you, pulling you closer. You couldn’t help but let yourself cry, and Baekhyun slowly walks you back into your home, closing the door behind you. He pulls your body to face him, and you look at him through your blurry vision. He looked concerned, afraid even. You sniff as you rub the snot from underneath your nose.

“What… what are you doing here?” You were curious, and you also wondered how the fuck he knew where you lived.

He brings his fingers to wipe your tears away, a look of pain spreading across his handsome features. “Sehun told me you went home, he didn’t tell me what happened but… I’m guessing something bad?”

You laugh. “Since when were you acquainted with Sehun?”

He purses his lips. “I went down to the police station hoping I’d find you there. Sehun got there around the same time I did, and he told me your address. I remembered something from the night my girlfriend died.”

You didn’t know how you felt about Sehun just giving your address to a stranger but… Baekhyun was probably the only person that understood how you felt right now. You needed him with you, you didn’t want to take this for granted. So you just nod, accepting it.

“My boyfriend died.” You whispered, the words feeling empty as you spoke.

Baekhyun looks at you stunned. He pulls you back in, hugging you. You don’t know why you felt so safe in his arms, but you savored the feeling. It felt nice to be around him, and it felt really fucking good that someone actually cared about you. Even if Baekhyun was a stranger to you, he’s only been nice and sweet from all your interactions. You could tell that he wanted to be there right now, hugging you. You could feel it.

“Thank you. For being here.” You mumble into his shirt. He smelled good.

“I can stay as long as you want.” You feel him rubbing circles into your back, and you close your eyes, enjoying your muscles being massaged.

“Mmmm.” You hum.

“I… I know what it’s like to lose someone. You can talk to me, Y/N.”

You open your eyes as you look up at him. Baekhyun is looking down at you, concerned. But you can also see tears welling up in his eyes, and you couldn’t help yourself from laughing. You felt bad, of course, but you think you did it because you were so overwhelmed.

He looks back at you, confused. “Why are you laughing?”

You motion over to the kitchen, Baekhyun following your gaze. He spots the knife on the floor, and you could feel his hands bundle the back of your shirt. He quickly looks back at you.

“Were you… were you going to kill yourself? Over him?”

You look at him numbly.

“What do you mean, ‘over him’? My boyfriend just died, Baekhyun. Of course it’s fucking because of him.”

He pauses as he shuts his eyes, and you’re left wondering why he would say something so heartless. He knew what the pain was like, so why was he acting like he probably didn’t consider those same thoughts after finding his partner dead?

“I mean… you can’t do that. You’re too precious, Y/N. Your boyfriend wouldn’t want you to do that to yourself. He loved you.”

You push him away this time, “Nope. He didn’t. He left me a letter saying he didn’t want me anymore. I pushed him away. It’s my fault.”

He shakes his head. “No. Don’t say that, Y/N. Listen, break ups can be hard, but this,” He points to the knife that’s on the floor, “killing yourself isn’t the answer. What happened was totally out of your control. Death isn’t planned, Y/N. It could happen to anybody. I’m sorry that this happened, fuck, if I could have saved him, I would have. But taking your own life because of someone’s death isn’t going to change anything. You need to live for him.”

You stand there, stunned. You were not expecting a lecture from this guy, but you can’t say it didn’t help. He was right, if you killed yourself it wouldn’t change the fact that not only was Kyungsoo dead, but you would be too. You sighed as you brought your hands up and shrugged.

“I’m just depressed. Don’t worry about me. You have your own problems to deal with.”

Baekhyun just laughed, and it was your turn to be confused.

“How about I get us some food? I’ll come back and we can talk about things.”

You ponder on it. Why not? It would probably be better than crying yourself to sleep.

“Okay.” You sigh.

He brightens at your response. He pulls you back in for a hug one more time, and then he makes his way out the door. But as he swings it open, both of you are met with a woman you had never seen before in your life. She has her hand up, mid knock, and she looks at you stunned. She looked as though she had been crying, and you wondered if this was a friend of Kyungsoo’s.

“Hello?” Your voice raises an octave higher. “Who are you?” You asked as you stood awkwardly. Baekhyun looked between the both of you, just as shocked as you were.

The woman gulps, bringing her hand down.

“I’m Kyungsoo’s girlfriend.”

You stand there.

“Excuse me…” You pause as you take a step forward, “Who are you again?”

She coughs as she blinks rapidly. “I’m Jihyo. Please tell me Kyungsoo isn’t dead.”

ch 1, ch 2

[pixiebyun]

obsession | chapter 1

paring: reader x baekhyun

words: 9k

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

tag list: @mayboy <3

warnings for this chapter: murder, mental illness (s), death, suicide, manipulation, mature language, violence, obsessiveness, aggression, drug use

do not read if: you are triggered by any of the warnings i listed prior. this fic will contain this theme throughout the chapters. if you are not comfortable with that; please skip this post. please remember this is a work of fiction.

viewer discretion is advised

synopsis: baekhyun is a hopeless romantic. some may say that he has a funny way of showing it, but they just don't understand. but... you? you'll learn to understand.

(a/n) hi guys. this is going to be the main focus for me for the upcoming months so make sure that you stay updated. i'll be posting chapters twice throughout the week for this one. let me know what you think in my inbox or reply to the post. reblogs and likes are always helpful.

Baekhyun’s POV

It’s been a long, tiresome day for Baekhyun. He just arrived from a date and he just needed some alone time, something to take the edge off. And nothing was better than just drinking to his heart’s content and watching a good movie. He just made it home to his apartment, nothing too nice, it felt like him, small, isolated and simple. Baekhyun was as simple as they came. He didn’t like wearing formal clothes. He preferred loose fitted clothing, baggy slacks and collared shirts that hung low enough to expose his collarbones; something that he thought was appealing to the women he would typically go for. He hated when his hair got too long, he watched enough Youtube tutorials to understand how to cut it himself. He preferred to be neat, careful with how he looked. It was something that he prided himself in.

If people only know you from your appearance, they’ll assume you’re nothing but a fucking moron. Stains, creases, clothing that wasn’t taken cared of… he hated that. Despised it. Nothing turned him off more than a woman who didn’t know how to take care of herself, the way that she looked.

He peeled off the jacket that hid his white collared shirt, placing it on the coat rack. He threw his keys into a ceramic bowl on top of his hallway table. He was about to continue his way to his kitchen before he noticed something on his lip in the mirror. He paused, grazing his fingers over the red lipstick that was smeared below his bottom lip. It was faintly there, reminiscent of the encounter before he had arrived home. He furrowed his eyebrows together, a hiss coming out from under his breath as he tried to rub it off.

Baekhyun hurried down to his kitchen, the cool toned gray fridge looked heavenly right now, and swung it open. He quickly grabbed some beer and slammed it shut. Making his way to his living room, he tossed his phone from his pocket onto the couch, then placed the cold bottle on the table. He frowned as he continued to his bedroom, straight into the bathroom.

Flicking on his lights, he grimaced as it blurred his vision. Squinting into the mirror, he turned on his faucet, letting the water warm up his hands. He began to splash some on his face, attempting to scrub the disgusting makeup that made it’s temporary home upon his lip.

“Fucking…bitch. I told her to wipe that shit off.” Baekhyun grumbled to himself as he realized that the red lipstick would not come off, not even with his persistent scrubbing.

He ducked down to the lower cabinet below the sink, searching for a solution. His mood brightened as he spotted some rubbing alcohol. Fisting in his hand, he brought it up and grabbed a towel that was hung, splashing it with the liquid. The strong smell wasn’t overpowering to his senses, no, he’s gotten used to that. He violently rubbed it on his face, his eyes looking concerned until he dropped the towel, revealing the stain to be removed.

He smiled as he chuckled. It was probably the first time today that he actually felt truly happy. He looked back down into the sink, red continually going down the drain. He began to hum as he began to wash his hands off, flooding it with even more crimson color. He got some soap and dug into his nails, to rid of the mess that was embedded underneath it.

“I shouldn’t have overdid it,” He sang to himself, “too much blood.”

The woman was asking for it. All of them did, really. Baekhyun just didn’t think that this one wouldn’t have been so dumb, so careless. She wore all the right clothes, went to her salon twice a week to maintain her stupid highlights. She exercised everyday, went on strict diets to maintain her figure. But just like all the others, she managed to fuck up. She decided to meet with him, letting her thoughts only think about him, and him alone. He managed to have that effect on people. But she was intelligent, she stood out to him.

She could have been the one. Maybe he could have settled down with her, got married, hell, even had his children. But she had to go and mess everything up.

30 minutes prior…

“Hurry and get inside, it’s too cold.” Baekhyun slipped inside his car, unlocking it so the woman would enter.

She giggled as she entered, her chestnut brown hair bouncing as she jumped onto the passenger side. She was beautiful. She only wore Chanel foundation, shade B20, with the same branded red lipstick to match. She didn’t like putting heat to her hair, only when her hairdresser would do it. She liked looking natural… simple. Her clothes were what caught Baekhyun’s attention in the first place.

Although she preferred a minimalist style, she wore expensive brands. She knew which trends were in, which were out. Which meant that she had to get new clothes practically every week. Now that, that was fucking hot to Baekhyun. A woman who knew her worth, and knew how to adorn the body that was she given with only the best of the materials.

But she fucked up. Otherwise, Baekhyun wouldn’t be thinking about this as he stood in his bathroom, washing off the blood from his hands. If what she did didn’t happen, no, he’d probably be sitting on his couch enjoying a night with her by his side, slowly becoming intoxicated not by the alcohol, but by him.

“So how did you like dinner? I remember you said that you always wanted to go there.” Baekhyun took her to the wealthier side of town, a restaurant that required a 6 month wait in order to even eat there.

Her eyes sparkled and Baekhyun’s heart leapt from his chest.

“I had no idea that food could even taste like that. Thank you so much honey. That was the perfect way to spend our two month anniversary,” She smiled as she put her purse down on the floor of the car.

“But I still think that you shouldn’t have spent so much just because we’ve been dating for such a small amount of time, don’t you think?”

He shook his head as he rested his hands on the steering wheel, looking at the dark sky in front of him.

“Of course not. I like to spoil you. Don’t make me talk about this again, my love.” He looks lovingly into her eyes, placing a finger on his cheek.

“Use your makeup wipe to remove your lipstick. Give me a kiss.” Baekhyun waited as she reached for her purse, showcasing the drugstore bought remover that he purchased for her. In bulk, might he add. She didn’t have a lot of time to go shopping for these things herself, rather she would order it online and wait a week for it to arrive so she wouldn’t go through the trouble of going to the store.

No, that wouldn’t have worked out for him. He made sure to memorize her password to her Amazon account when she was showing him a book she had ordered one time. He assumed that it was the same password she used for all her accounts, and he was right. So he bought some for her, and when she texted him saying she was confused that a huge box had arrived at her apartment, he knew exactly what it was.

Baekhyun: When you spent the night I decided to buy the makeup remover wipes for you. I just bought it in bulk so you didn’t have to wait a week until you ran out. You should be covered for a couple of months. Don’t worry about it, I put it on my card.

He had patted himself on the back for that one, smiling at his phone in the dark of his room as he patiently waited for her reply. She was grateful of course, didn’t suspect that her boyfriend had intensely memorized the way her fingers imputed her password onto her phone, spending all night writing on paper all of the different combinations that could be the right one. He couldn’t get caught if he attempted a wrong password to log in since it would notify her that someone was trying to get into her account. No, he was careful.

As she brought the wet towel to her lips, she paused. She looked at him and scrunched her nose, then abruptly placed her lips with his… her lips that still had that lipstick on them. Baekhyun internally cringed inside, his body yelling and screaming at him that it was being attacked; to fucking get her off of him at that exact moment or else he was-

He pushed her off, earning him a dramatic groan from the small woman sitting next to him. She pouted at first, then a timid smile washed over her, drinking in reaction from Baekhyun.

“You never let me kiss you without taking my lipstick off. Stop acting like a baby about it, will you?” It could have sounded charming to someone else, maybe. Someone who didn’t care about messes and having makeup plastered on their body. Not him though, not Baekhyun.

He takes a deep breath and closes his eyes, his grip on the steering wheel tightening with every second he listened to her. Was her voice always this annoying? No… he had thought it was the most beautiful thing he had ever heard just a few moments ago. But really, now it just sounded like horrible screeching, a threat.

“I told you why I don’t like it, Mina. Why the fuck, don’t you listen to me?” He tried to not sound so harsh, so mean. He took another gasp of air before he brought his hands down, attempting to calm himself down.

She wouldn’t understand, of course she wouldn’t. He goes to say something else, but his eyes are suddenly zoning in on her blouse. Something that could have gone unnoticed only if one didn’t focus too intently. There was a rip that made its way on the top of the baby blue silk top she had bought. Now, this was a designer piece, he watched her as she bought it in the store, sipping his coffee from across the street hiding behind a car. This article of clothing was hundreds of dollars, it was sold from a luxurious brand, the building had security guards standing outside even.

You can’t just fucking ruin something like that.

“You… you ripped your blouse.” He said empty.

Mina looks down, a small gasp escaping her lips. She toys with it in her hand, the material rubbing in between her fingers as she frowned slightly. She looked back up at him, a neutral look on her face.

“So? I’ll just go and buy another one. Look, let me make this right. I’ll make you forget about the lipstick even being on-”

He grabbed her by her throat, a gurgling noise erupting from her chest. She looks at him with wide eyes, instinctively grasping at his hand, trying to pull it off from her. But right now, Baekhyun didn’t care about her watering eyes, the way her manicured nails were digging deeply into his skin; all he cared about right now was that fucking rip in her blouse. He brought his other hand to secure his place on her neck, squeezing it.

He could feel himself fuming, becoming agitated as she tried to make more noise.

“How could you do this to me? Why did you act so… so aloof? Like it didn’t matter that you ruined it? How you ruined yourself.”

He grunts out that last word, making sure that it would echo in her head, letting it repeat like a scratched record. Maybe if she listened to it enough times, she would get it. That she wrecked who she was over something that she should have paid more attention towards. But she continued to fight with him, with the truth that he was trying to pass onto her. He sighed as he let go, slamming his fists onto the side of his head. This was so… fucked.

Mina shakily gasps for air, tears streaming down her face as she corners herself into her seat. She’s sobbing now, not believing that the man she’d been seeing, the man that she couldn’t help but love, had just done that to her. She scrambled with her thoughts, trying to understand him, but she just couldn’t. She did understand one thing though, something that rang clearly in her head.

She pushed open the door on her side, collapsing onto the cement. She’s holding her throat, crying raspily. Her black high heels stomped onto the ground, digging into the skin of her feet. She had to get away, she couldn’t be around him anymore. This was too much, over something as stupid as a blouse, a rip, her lipstick? Her heel suddenly snaps, and her body is falling on the ground. She groans as she places her hand to her forehead, her fingertips stained with blood.

“Now why did you do that?” Baekhyun towered over her. He had sighed as he watched her exit his car, shaking his head at the stupid action. He opened the glove box and unsheathed a small pocket knife that his friend had gifted him for his birthday last year.

Mina looked up at him, horrified. She sat herself up on her hands, the gravel ripping the skin off the palm of her hands and she dragged them backwards, trying to crawl away from the boy that she was just dreaming about last night. This wasn’t him, this wasn't Baekhyun that sung her to sleep when she had drank too much. Baekhyun, that surprised her with tickets to the ballet that she had wanted to go to since she was a child. No, this was someone else…something else.

“Baekhyun, please. Please! Don’t hurt me!” She bargained with him, she choked on her words as the blood from her forehead began to drip onto the ground.

A ‘tsk’ escaped his lips as he placed two feet on either side of her, sitting on her stomach as he watched as she struggled to push him off. He brought his right foot to dig into her arm, a scream coming from out of her lips. He shook his head lightly, a smile forming, twitching as he brought the knife to her neck.

He pauses before he puts pressure. “You know. I thought I was going to marry you.”

Mina shakes her head. “We can still do that. Please. I’ll forget this ever happened. I won’t kiss you with lipstick on. Please. Don’t do this, you love me.”

Baekhyun’s eyes roll. “I love you? Tell me then,” He digs the knife into her pale skin, beads of blood covering the stainless steel, “what did you do wrong?”

Tears fell down her cheeks. “I- I kissed you with lipstick on.”

He brings his left hand to slap her cheek. “Try again.”

She’s trying to stay focused but her eyesight is giving out, she can feel the life slowing draining out of her. She snaps her attention back to Baekhyun, who is still looking down at her, taunting her with a smile. Her brain tells her to say the only thing that she remembered before he had choked her.

“My b-blouse. I ripped it. I’ll get another one!” She smiles then, realizing she found out what caused her boyfriend to freak out like this.

Baekhyun stills over her, then brings the knife to his chin, tapping it lightly as he looks off to the empty parking lot, like he’s debating something. He speaks slowly this time.

“So you’ll just buy another blouse… because you ripped this one. Now do you see how stupid that sounds?”

Mina struggles as the knife is suddenly placed at her neck again, deciding to stay quiet instead of getting herself into any more trouble than she already is. Baekhyun laughs loudly at that, his eyes beginning to tear up too, but not because he’s sad; because he’s so frustrated that he spent his time on someone who doesn’t value herself.

“You don’t just buy another blouse. You take care of the things that you buy, treat it with kindness… with love. Just like you’d do with yourself. You’re so fucking stupid. Now, what can you say that can make this all better? Can you,” He flicks his finger onto the wound on her head, making her wince in pain, “think with that smart little brain of yours?”

Mina knows. She’s going to die. There’s no point. She shakes her head, giving into the sweet release of pain that had been inflicted upon her, by her psychopath lover that she had given her life up to at this point.

Baekhyun yells at her, his spit splattering on her face as he finishes the job. The weapon clatters onto the ground, Baekhyun lifting his head up as he closes his eyes and lets the cold wind blow on his face. This all happened because he was obsessed with her, but he doesn’t think of the word ‘obsession’ as what is defined online or in the dictionaries.

He ponders on the word as he takes his ex-girlfriend's body and throws her into the trunk of his car. Obsession, as defined from Google, ‘an idea or thought that continually preoccupies or intrudes on a person's mind.’ If you look at the example, it states, "She cared for him with a devotion bordering on obsession". Note, ‘cared’. Baekhyun always found it funny how people would associate obsession with a word that evoked a loving personality, someone who would go out of their way to help the person they loved by killing them, but then say that it was disgusting.

But showing that person you cared about them, just like it stated in the example, was the truth. Sometimes the truth has to be laid out in… well, harsh ways. That’s what Baekhyun always did, and it always worked out just fine. Those girls understood why it had to happen, and he felt like he did them a favor. They died knowing what they did wrong, and hopefully they would always remember him, maybe in another life. They would know that someone as caring as Baekhyun would be out there, loving them in the precious way known as obsession.

Y/N’s POV

“Long night Y/N?”

You had just walked into work, knowing that you looked absolutely wrecked. You didn’t bother putting on any makeup since you knew you were going to be late. You had spent all night at the police department working on a case your boss had given you two days ago, trying to understand what had transpired.

Sehun sets down a cup of coffee for you, and you can see the swirls of smoke slowly disappearing into thin air. You flash him a smile as you dump your purse and phone onto your desk, grabbing the hot drink and putting it to your lips.

Three vanilla creamer and a splash of sugar, just how you liked it.

You do a little dance as it runs down your throat.

“Thank you Sehun. Yes, unfortunately.” You groan.

You plop your butt on your chair, letting your feet roll you back and forth with the wheels on it. Sehun sits at your desk as he looks at the papers that are strung on it, the case you were working on until 3 in the morning. He grabs one of them and reads it, his eyes widening as finds out the gruesome details.

“So they’re saying that the woman committed suicide? The way the autopsy sounds, it’s looking like a fucking murder. There’s no way someone would be able to do this to themselves.”

Sehun drops it as he looks at you bewildered, and you can do nothing but nod and take another sip of your coffee. The whole case was weird, the area that you lived in had a reputation of being safe, so when you first heard your boss Junmyeon sparing you the bloody details, you were shocked.

“Sir, this is…impossible. Our city has never gotten a murder case once.”

Junmyeon had shook his head at you. He stood in his office as he looked outside his window that overlooked the town, his arms crossed behind his back. You knew that he was distraught, but he had keep insisting to you that he believed it was a suicide.

“Her boyfriend came to us. He was completely out of it, screaming and crying. I wanted to put him in a mental facility myself, but he insisted that he stayed at the hospital. He kept saying that he had no idea that she was suicidal. Apparently she left him a note, talking about how depressed she had been. He found her with her neck slit open. He stated that he had leant her a knife earlier that day because she said she needed it for something, and with no idea that she was having those types of thoughts… he did.”

He had turned around and looked at you, and you immediately felt devastated. You couldn’t bring yourself to imagine finding someone that you loved dead… especially from suicide. You straightend your posture and share your thoughts with him.

“Have you gotten the chance to interview him further? Do you have any suspicions?”

Junmyeon shook his head as he took a seat behind his desk.

“I didn’t want to ask him any more questions, he was in shock. I want to put you on the case. Schedule the interview with him within the next couple of days and get back to me on it. I don’t have any reason to question him on this, but please inform me if something doesn’t add up.”

So you agreed, even though you had just finished another case just a few days prior. You bring yourself back to your conversation with Sehun, shivering as you thought about what you were going to do later on today.

“I have to interview the guy in a couple hours. I’ve never been in this type of position before.”

Sehun gives you a reassuring nod. “It’ll be fine. Do you know what you’re going to ask him?”

You shook your head. “I have no idea. I don't really think we should be asking him anything. From everything Junmyeon told me, this dude has an alibi. He followed up with his friend, I think his name is Chanyeol. They went to a club that night and once he was done he decided to go over to the victim’s house.”

Sehun shrugged and clapped his hands together in means of defeat.

“At least it wasn’t the boyfriend. As someone who works in the police department, whenever I watch those documentaries about murder cases and shit, I always think… What if that could be me? Like, what if I just overlook someone and then I look stupid when they decide to interview me for a fucking docu-series or movie?”

You hum as you direct your attention back to the papers, shuffling through them.

“That’s why you don’t stay up and watch them late at night, Sehun. You’re like those teenage girls that do ‘dive in’ videos and try and explain the case better than the people that have all the information. Do me a favor,” You look at him and put your hand on his leg, “let me know when the boyfriend comes in.”

He shoots you a thumbs up and heads back to his cubicle. You sigh as you reread everything that you did last night, trying to piece together all the evidence that was compiled. You really didn’t know why, but with each moment you looked at the photos and notes that the police had written down, the more you felt like that what happened wasn’t a suicide. The woman had everything going for her, she was a model that had a decent salary, graduated from university majoring in business, was loved by her friends and family. It didn’t add up, and you had even checked to see if she was seeing a therapist, if she had ever been admitted to any mental hospitals in the area. Nothing.

All you could do was look her up online, browsing through her social media accounts to see if there were any signs leading up to her tragic passing. For the most part, she didn’t post a lot. When she did post however, it was always selfies, and within the past two months it had been gifts she had received or places she was at. You stopped on a photo of her smiling in front of a grand stage, assuming it was a theater of some sort. She linked arms with a tall, broad shouldered man who covered his face with a peace sign. He had black hair that was neatly combed back, and he wore a tan slim fitting suit. You guessed that was the poor boyfriend, and you went to click on his profile since he was tagged.

You didn’t find much, his recent posts were photos of the woman, Mina. She looked happy in all of them, whether it be her holding a bouquet of roses, or her showing off a diamond necklace. You clicked on a video that he uploaded, the main focus being on her. He didn’t show his face, rather the video was brought down a frame lower, past his nose, only broadcasting his lips and chin.

“Give me a kiss, darling.”

You could hear the cute cooing tone in his voice when he said it, and the giddy girl pressed her lips on his cheek. The video ended there, and if you lingered on it it would just play on an endless loop. The one thing that caught your attention was that througout all the photos you had looked at of the young woman, she always wore red lipstick. It was a staple for her, but in this video, and in other photos on the man’s page, whenever he was in frame, her lips were bare of any makeup.

“Strange…” You muttered to yourself.

As you let yourself become swallowed by the workload that was given to you, you didn’t notice that time had slipped by so quickly. When Sehun had announced to you that the man had arrived, you thanked him before making your way to the bathroom. You gave yourself a once over, making sure that you looked professional. You combed your hair with your fingers, shooing away any loose strands. You tucked your shirt into your black slacks, the white button up free of any creases, then straightened out your blazer.  Once you were finished, you tucked your hair behind your ears and you made your way to a remote room that was purposely made for these types of confrontations.

Before you opened the door, you took a deep breath, ridding yourself from any stress and emotions. You had to make sure that you seemed like you were in control here, that he didn’t have any kind of upper hand if he was to be found guilty of anything. With a little pep talk and an ‘You got this!’, you opened the door to reveal the man you had been researching for the past couple of days.

He looked tired, dark circles underneath his eyes and his foot was tapping nervously. He immediately looked towards you when you entered, and you noticed how well kept he was. Even though he was going through the tragic death of his girlfriend, his physical health seemed to be well off. His hair was groomed back nice and neat, he wore a tight navy blue shirt that hugged him well, paired off with some black jeans. His shoes looked as though they were polished to perfection, clean of any dirt or scratches.

You sat down at the table, moving your seat closer to him as you settled in. The room was bland, it was just white walls, a simple wooden table, and two chairs. You give him a smile as you pull out a notepad and pen from your blazer pocket, placing it on the table.

You hum quietly before you open your mouth, “I’m just going to be asking you some questions today. It shouldn’t take too long based on what we know. Please answer truthfully as everything is going to be noted and recorded.”

He nods, giving you a sad smile. “Take as long as you need.”

Getting that out of the way, you start off with your first question.

“So, can you please let me know your name so I know how to address you?” You laugh nervously as you push on your pen, ready to write. You forgot his name throughout all of this, too absorbed by the awful details of the death.

He coughed as he put his hands on the table. “Baekhyun. Byun Baekhyun. But you can just call me Baekhyun, I hate it when people say my family name.”

Noted. “Okay Baekhyun, I know that you have an alibi, but can you just go over that night for me? If you have any suspicions or possible motives that you know someone who could have done it?”

Baekhyun gulps as he stares at you, his foot beginning to tap again. Also, noted.

“Well, me and my friend, Park Chanyeol, decided that we wanted to go to the club that night. I didn’t text Mina since we had spoken earlier that morning about my possible plans. So she knew not to text me. I also gave her a knife, she stated that she needed it for a project she was working on. She used to dabble in making clothes so I assumed it was for that but…”

He starts to choke up, and he puts his hand over his mouth. You give him a reassuring nod, telling him that it was okay. He throws his head back as he chides to himself, blinking rapidly, his eyes are becoming glossy. Regret immediately runs through your body, you’re left thinking that maybe you shouldn’t have been the person to do this, maybe Sehun would have done a better job, made him feel more comfortable as another man.

“Take your time.” You whisper to him.

He forms his lips into a tight line before he talks again.

“I just said goodbye to Chanyeol, and I was still pretty drunk. I, uh, wanted to go see her. She usually doesn’t care if I come over late at night. We tend to meet during that time anyways, and she gave me a spare key to her apartment. I walked there, it wasn’t too long. Maybe… 20 minutes? I just got there and… she was just on the ground. Her neck was bleeding, so was her head. I don’t know what she did but it looked as though she was going to go out? She had heels next to her body but one of them snapped, the bottom of it? I thought maybe she tripped at first. Maybe hit her head on the counter since I saw blood on the corner of it. But once I got down and saw the gash on her neck… I just knew. It was my fault.”

You perk up at that, you were writing everything down, trying to summarize the best you could while pushing down the horrendous image that was just painted out to you.

“Your fault? Why do you say it’s your fault?”

You keep your eyes on him, looking at his face. He had beautifully carved lips, and his nose was soft around the edges, morphing into his face perfectly. He had an attractive look to him, very authoritative and intoxicating. You push away those thoughts and focus on what he says.

“Because I gave her the knife. And- and then I read the letter and… Fuck. I never knew she felt like that. If I had only knew… If I had known. I could have stopped all of this.”

Baekhyun starts to sob, snot coming out of his nose as he begins to yell a string of curse words.

You didn’t know what to do, you weren’t trained for this, a situation like this has never happened to the quiet and reserved city. You decide to not think as a police officer and comfort him as another human being, a friend.

You put your hand on his shoulder, and for a second he twitches and halts his sobs. But then he looks up at you and pulls you in. He pushes his face into your chest and you could feel your shirt becoming damp. You look up towards the camera that’s embedded into the corner of the room, a look of confusion and desperation plastered on your face. You start to rub his back, trying to calm him down. He pulls back and stands up, beginning to bow.

“I’m… I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to get so emotional.” He returns to his seat as he wipes his nose, sniffling as he looks at his shoes.

“That’s perfectly fine. You don’t have to worry about that, it’s understandable. You just went through a horrific loss and I’m so sorry. I don’t think I have any more reason to question you, so if you’d like to leave, you’re free to go.”

Baekhyun smiles at you. “Thank you. I appreciate that. Ms….” He trails off, raising his eyebrow at you.

You shake your hands at him. “Just Y/N.”

He continues to smile at you, standing up. “Y/N. Thank you.”

Baekhyun begins to walk towards the door, his breathing raggedy. You’re about to close your notepad before you remember another question that you had lined up for him.

You turn your head and raise your finger, catching his attention. He swiftly faces you once more with a questioning expression.

“Your girlfriend… This is all a part of investigating the crime. We usually go to social media and contact family and friends just to get to know the victim a little better. I noticed that she would usually wear red lipstick. You can stop me if I’m intruding at all. But when looking at photos of the two of you together she never wore it. She also didn’t have any on when we took her body in. You said it looked like she was going out.”

He pauses as he stares boringly in your eyes, and you can’t help but feel creeped out.

“You were right. You are intruding.”

You gape at him, then you recollect yourself as shame washes over you. There must have been a private reason for all of that, and it probably had nothing to do with the case at all. You stand up and apologize to him.

“I’m very sorry. I shouldn’t have asked. There’s no way you would have known why.”

He doesn’t do anything else besides giving you a subtle nod, then making his exit. You sit at the table when you hear the door securely close behind the man, staring down at your notepad. You didn’t really feel like he had anything to hide, going based on everything that he told you. But the last moments you had with him just now left you feeling weird. Who was Baekhyun? And why were you so interested in him?

Baekhyun’s POV

He knew he shouldn’t have taken off her lipstick when he set up the crime scene. But the more that he looked at her lifeless body with that dreadful red substance gracing upon her lips, the neediness to rid her of it overcame him. Chanyeol had helped him with setting everything up, a true and loyal friend that Baekhyun knew he could always count on.

He had called his best friend of many years as he drove his car down to Mina’s apartment, just a few minutes after the killing was finished. He drove in silence as the phone rang, then flickered his eyes to the volume dial on his dashboard, turning the radio on. An upbeat song began to play faintly in the car, and Baekhyun smiled as he listened to the lyrics.

Daisy, Daisy, give me your answer do, I'm half crazy all-

“...For the love of you,” He smiled crazily as he sang, staring into the darkness of the road, “I love this song.”

He looked in his rear view mirror, and although he couldn’t see his beautiful ex-girlfriend, he tried to imagine her sitting in the backseat, looking at him lovingly as he sang to her. Baekhyun doesn’t usually feel bad about what he does, he always thought of it as a sweet confession of love; the bittersweet ending to a fairytale. Mina meant everything to him, just like all of his past girlfriends did. He loved them in different ways, but the obsession he carried in himself was prevalent in all of his relationships.

There was Yeri, a sweet and innocent socialite that came from a wealthy family. She had problems of her own, her father constantly cheated on her mother, the brother always criticizing her for her morals and the way she spent her money. But Baekhyun still loved her, despite her many faults. He would follow her around constantly, making sure that she was safe, at least that’s what Baekhyun told himself. Not because he was always on edge that she would cheat on him and want someone else for their status and wealth. No, that couldn’t be it. Because when you love someone, you trust them, there’s no room for doubt and resentment, that isn’t what makes a relationship work. And Baekhyun, of course, knew how relationships worked.

It was easy to cover up her death. He had stabbed Yeri’s chest with the pen she had gifted him for his birthday last year, a Montblanc Meisterstuck Classique Ballpoint Pen, to be precise. It cost her a measly 400 dollars, and Baekhyun treasured it with his life. And he also used it to take someone’s life, proving the point that it was well worth the money spent. That night she and Baekhyun were sitting on the bed in her bedroom, watching a movie. She had told him that she had bought cocaine, and that she wanted to try it out with him.

“It’ll be fun! All my friends do it. Come on ~”

He had complied, he’s done his fair use of drugs before. A couple days prior he had smoked weed with Chanyeol after they had come back from a small concert. He enjoyed the feeling he got from it, the subtle mystical and dreamy sensation that covered his mind and body. So after he snorted the coke, a strong urge to kiss his cute girlfriend flooded over him. He turned his head over to her, peering at her lips. Yeri knew that he didn’t like lipstick, and she made it a point to never wear it. He liked that about her, she listened to him and obeyed his requests.

He brought his finger to his nose, “You have coke right there.”

Yeri had blushed, wiping the substance away and then moving forward to place a kiss on her boyfriend. Instead, Baekhyun gently placed a hand on her chest. There were still white specks littered above her lip, placed on the peach fuzz there.

“Wipe it off completely.” He said sternly. He made sure to say it with meaning, but the drug could have passed it off as a joke, maybe. She didn’t take it seriously.

“Come here, Baekkie~.” She pushed herself on top of him, straddling his thighs and licking her lips.

He looked at her stunned, hurt. This was the first time that Yeri didn’t listen to him and it made him infuriated. So he did the same thing he did to Mina, choked her. She didn’t put up a fight then, she had accepted it. Baekhyun thinks that she thought it was all part of a sexual desire he had, but it didn’t matter what she thought anymore. Because now she was passed out on her bed, her light pink dress sprawled on her body, ruffling up at the bottom of it, exposing her milky white thighs. He had gotten up after, pushing his hands through his hair as he continually looked at her and the pen that was on her white desk. He had left it there a couple of nights ago when he was working on something for work.

He picked it up, then jumped back on the bed, towering over the small woman. He swings the pen up into the air and then plummets it into her chest. The second he plunged it in, her body seized upwards, a breath of life escaping from her. Her eyes widened, and Baekhyun smiled into them, wanting to make sure that he was the very last thing she would see. She would see her boyfriend, who loved her, killing her with the gift she had given him.

He placed the pen into his slack’s pocket. Rubbing any blood on his hands on them as well, and diverted his attention to the pink laptop on her desk. A thought ran through his head, and a smile painted on his face. So he typed a lengthy email to Yeri’s father, from her, stating that she was running away, and taking all the money she had with her. She would tell her mother about the cheating if he said anything about her disappearance, and knowing his girlfriend’s father, he wouldn’t dare to say anything. He was a respected man that worked in the government, and if any news about this would be released, he would lose his career. And it worked. It really fucking worked, and Baekhyun couldn’t believe the lack of love that her father had for his only daughter.

He would never be like that when he would have children. He would protect them, treasure them, make sure that they were happy and given anything that they wanted and needed. He scoffed as he came back to the situation at hand. Mina.

Chanyeol had picked up finally, his voice groggy like he had been awoken from his sleep.

“Baekhyun… man. It’s 3 in the morning. What do you want?”

Chanyeol had been a part of Baekhyun’s life since the sweet and tender age of 5. They were best friends in their toddler years, and continued to stay that way up until now. The tall man was extremely social and made friends easily. Baekhyun liked that about him, mostly because it gave him connections to… specific people.

His best friend was the Assistant Chief Deputy. Which also meant that he knew about everything that Baekhyun has done, and will most likely do in the future. And Baekhyun took advantage of that. The first time he had ever killed someone, he immediately told Chanyeol, who questioned him. He was hurt, of course, but he wasn’t going to tell the person he was friends with since 5 years old that he enjoyed slashing his girlfriend’s throat; that he finally understood the meaning of love. He covered for him.

The city would never come to find out about the 5 deaths, because Chanyeol would take care of it for him. Sometimes he questioned his best friend, wondering why as a police worker that he would do this. But Chanyeol let him know bluntly one night when they were drinking at a bar.

“I don’t know. I just know you, dude. You’re like my best fucking friend. I think… I can understand it maybe. I don’t want to though. But… I can’t let you get a death sentence. I wouldn’t be able to live with myself.” He took a swig of his beer and slammed his head on the bar table.

He laughed at that then. But it made him realize that his friend was really fucking stupid. Did Chanyeol ever think about the families and friends that would have to live with the death of their loved one? The pain and unknowing reasons why the women in their lives had just fucking disappeared? Died? He parked his car in front of the familiar apartment he'd frequent in the past couple of months.

“I have a favor. Can you meet me at…”

That was all it took. So Chanyeol planned everything out, down to the suicide letter. Let him know what to say to the police, and what questions he would probably be asked.

“Hey… don’t do that.” Chanyeol had finished washing his hands in the kitchen of Mina’s apartment, ridding of the blood. He looked at Baekhyun swiftly using a makeup remover wipe to take off the crimson lipstick.

He perked at the comment. “Why? It doesn’t matter.”

Chanyeol walked up to Baekhyun, watching as he continued to take off the makeup from the corpse. He sighed to himself. He didn’t know why he continued to do this, and got people to help Baekhyun with getting rid of bodies and making sure the public wouldn’t find out. It was just the loyalty that he had… something that his father instilled in him at a young age. He followed in his father’s footsteps, working in the police force.

‘’If you can’t be loyal to something as small as your best friend, you can’t be loyal to your country.”

And he took those words to heart. He didn’t want to disappoint his father. So as he watched his best friend of many years taking off fucking lipstick from his dead girlfriend, he didn’t say anything else.

-

As Baekhyun walked out the police station, he felt a twinge of fear; something that he had never experienced before in his life. He thought about you, as he made his way down to the parking lot to get to his car. He fidgeted his fingers in his hair, twisting it and slightly tugging on it, something he used to do when he was only a child when he would get in trouble. This was odd for Baekhyun.

Usually, Chanyeol would take care of everything for him. He wouldn’t have to be confronted by the police because, well, there was no evidence that trailed back to him. This time however, he called his best friend late at night so he wasn’t able to call for backup to dispose of the body. He told him that he would have to stage the scene himself, he wouldn’t have time to set everything up like he usually did or his girlfriend would get suspicious. He stated that she was already upset about him leaving in the middle of the night to go and see him, saying that it was weird. The more time he spent out, the worse the chances of getting caught doing something would prevail. Plus, he was a terrible liar under pressure. How Baekhyun hasn’t got caught yet was surprising to him.

As he opened his car door and slumped his body inside, he heard footsteps echoing in the half empty parking lot. He slowly closes his door and rearranges his mirror to see who it was.

You.

There was something that piqued Baekhyun’s interest… Maybe it was because you were an authoritative figure. He always liked that in a woman. He did prefer the submissive type, mostly because when things got out of hand, he wouldn’t have to deal with any fighting. But that didn’t matter right now because at this moment, as Baekhyun looked at you a little more… he could picture his entire life with you.

He thought that your hair was pretty, and the way you didn’t have any makeup further proved to him that you were a natural beauty. He did like when a woman did herself up, but really he loved it when they didn’t care about those superficial things. It made it easier for him anyways. You were his ideal type, strong, confident, beautiful. This would be the first time he went for someone like you, someone who matched him in terms of dominance. And he knew that he had to make you his.

So as he continued to watch you walk to your car, he looked onto the car seat next to him. He needed something to catch your attention, and his car keys would make the perfect distraction. He rolled down his window and threw them out, then he stepped out of his vehicle. He looks down on the ground to where his keys laid and stepped on it. Immediately, the car alarm started to blare, echoing loudly. He pretends to act shocked, scolding himself, playing the part. As he picks them up, he turns, seeing if anyone had seen, looking to see if you were interested in what just happened. And you were, you looked at him strangely, stopped in your tracks.

He waves to you, smiling. “Sorry! I guess my keys fell out of my pocket.”

You wave back at him, nodding quickly. “It happens!” You yelled back.

Baekhyun takes this as his chance to walk up to you, and you, you made the mistake of doing the same thing. His mind began to race as he watched you move each limb, your legs were sexy, they gripped around your thighs tightly, leaving little to his imagination. He hoped you were wearing a sexy pair of underwear underneath, something lacy, perhaps. But as he finally stops in front of you he gets to see those eyes of yours. And that did something for him.

He didn’t notice it before when you were in the confrontation room together because he was nervous, he was afraid he’d slip up. But getting to see you, when he was in his most confident form, he basically fell in love right then and there. You would get married to him, have his children. He imagined a long, overly outrageous wedding dress, something that attempted to outshine you, but it wouldn’t. Because you were the most beautiful fucking woman he had ever seen in his life. He can’t believe that he wasted so much time on those other women, those immature girls, you were so much better than all of them, in every way.

You gave him a small smile, pushing your hair back with one hand since you were carrying some documents. Baekhyun could smell the perfume you were wearing, he let himself memorize the notes. Vanilla… accents of Rum and Patchouli. He knew what it was.

He blinks before he lets a chuckle out. “This is going to sound weird but… are you wearing Dior?”

You pause, your mouth agape. You were probably impressed with him, they all were. He did work in the fragrance industry after all. He enjoyed it, it was the only thing in his life that he actually loved. To Baekhyun, creating a scent that could enhance someone, to make them desirable, create an immediate reaction just by the way they smell; that was powerful. Something as meaningless as fragranced air, essentially, could let him know what you were trying to go for. Something fruity… that was childish. But if you were an outgoing, bubbly personality, you could make it work. A perfume with stronger notes, lets say, an aromatic one. That would detail anise, lavender, lemongrass. That gave you a more sexy appeal, it drew your target in, wondering how someone can smell so fucking hot, that you wanted to fuck them.

“I am, actually. Wow, you have a great sense of smell,” You laughed as you blushed.

Baekhyun didn’t miss the way your cheeks flooded faintly with the rosy undertones, and he knew that he was getting to you, making his way into your mind, your thoughts. You were probably thinking, ‘How the fuck did he know what perfume I was wearing?” It could go one of two ways, one, you would think that he was fucking creepy. Or two, you were interested. And if you were interested, this would go perfectly. He changed his body language to something more comfortable, shifting his weight to one side and grinning.

“I work in the fragrance industry. It’s kind of my job to know about those things. Don’t worry- I’m not a freak. It’s a lovely perfume, I recommend it to all of my clients.”

“Lucky for you that ticks a box in my ‘Not Creepy Men List’. Well… have a good day.”

You start to head back to your car but Baekhyun dismisses that, he had to know more about you. He suddenly grabs your arm, to which you shy away from, taking a step away from him.

He withdraws it quickly though, shooting you an awkward smile.

“I’m sorry. I wanted to ask you something before I head back home. Is there any way I can get your number?”

That did something to you. Baekhyun watches as you don’t say anything at first, and then you start to stutter, gibberish spilling out of your mouth at a rapid pace. He holds back his happiness at that, loving the reaction you gave him.

“I-I uh, I don’t think it would be professional to give you that information Baekhyun. I have a boyfriend-”

“For the case. If I can think of anything else I can text you. That’s all. Not trying to flirt with you after I found my girlfriend’s dead body.” He attempted to make it sound funny, but you look back at him horrified.

You shake your head, smiling to yourself like you misinterpreted him. But you didn’t, Baekhyun knew that. He knew what he was doing and if he played his cards right, he would know everything he needed to know about you as soon as he got home. A simple search on social media with the number you would give him would show him your profiles, seeing as they all require a phone number to even sign up. However, the boyfriend comment didn’t go unmissed at all, he knew what he had to do. That was fine, easy even.

“Of course. I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to sound cocky or anything, I totally didn’t think you were flirting. Oh my god… I am so sorry.”

You start to stress out a little, and Baekhyun’s neediness to comfort you wants to take over, to hold you and make sure that you were alright; that you didn’t need to freak out for him. You were going to be his wife after all, you didn’t need to be so flustered around your soon to be husband.

You start to recite your phone number to him, and you look at him confused when you don’t pull out a phone to save it.

“Aren’t you taking my number?” You asked.

Baekhyun smiles. “I have a good memory.”

She juts her bottom lip out, looking impressed again. You finish telling him your number and the two of you part ways. He watched you as you left, just to make sure nothing bad happened to you. As soon as you’re not in his sight anymore, he pulls out his phone and furiously types in your number to his contact list. Tossing the phone back onto the car seat, he leans onto his back, putting his arms behind his neck. He smiles.

“The things I’m going to do with you, Y/N.”

[pixiebyun]

Someone Like You

one shot

pairing: reader x baekhyun

words: 23k (yea i know it's long, but that makes it better.)

genre: fluff, slice of life, eventual smut, high school AU!

description: you were a hardworking student that only focused on being the best. your best friend jongin being there for you every step of the way helps too, but something starts to change when you meet the new student that comes to your high school. what will happen as you decide to get closer to him? read more to find out about you and baekhyun as seniors in high school and what happens next in your adult life!

(a/n): GUYS. i am so excited to share this you! i worked and slaved over this piece for the longest time and i'm so happy to finally be done with it. probably the most angsty shit i've ever written? it would mean a lot if you reblogged and liked. remember!! requests are always welcome and i love it when you guys leave your critiques and feelings about the story. anyways you're in for a ride with this one shot.

You hurried down your school hallway as fast as you could, attempting to smooth out some wrinkles and kinks in your skirt while doing so. You knew you shouldn’t have stayed up that long studying last night, but you couldn’t help it. You’re the top student in your grade, you had to make sure that everything you did in school was up to the best of standards. As you finally reach your classroom, you accidentally swing open the door, creating a loud thud noise.

You wince to yourself as you stand awkwardly in front of your highschool classmates, who are all looking at you with wide eyes. You shyly shut the door behind you and walk to your seat at a quick pace. You look up towards the front of the room, your teacher staring right back at you. A chill ran down your spine.

“Y/N, you’re late. This is new.” Your teacher says in a mono-tone voice, and you could feel your cheeks becoming warmer by the second.

You stand up abruptly, tilting your head down to bow. “I’m sorry, Ms.Lee. This will never happen again.”

You swore you could slice the tension in the room with a knife, and then your teacher continues to speak about your english homework that was assigned. You sighed as you rose back up to sit in your seat again. You slap your hands on your face lightly, attempting to get rid of your bright pink cheeks.

“Y/N.” You look to the person on the right of you, a wild grin on his face.

“What, Jongin?” You whisper back to him as you take your homework out of your blue school bag.

Jongin was your childhood friend. You two were inseparable since birth since both of your mothers were best friends. They would always joke around saying the two of you would get married one day, but you couldn’t imagine having to marry someone as annoying as him. Don’t get it wrong, Jongin was your closest friend, one of your only friends, but that was exactly it. He was your friend. Plus, he was annoying and constantly wanted attention.

He smirks at you and looks back to the chalkboard, making sure the teacher wouldn’t catch him speaking to you.

“There’s a new cafe that opened up down by the arcade. Wanna go after school?”

You sighed as you tucked your hair behind your ear and scribbled down some notes. You haven’t really gotten the chance to spend some time out because you have been studying so much. Your mother also had been pestering you about staying in everyday as well.

“You know you’re never going to find a boyfriend if you stay inside all the time.”

“Mom, how many times do I have to tell you? School is my ‘boyfriend’. I like to study.”

And you did. You loved learning and studying and seeing all your effort pay off when you saw your name on the board as the top student in your class. It was the best feeling ever, besides seeing your name with the top high score in Space Battle, the video game in the arcade you and Jongin used to frequent a lot. With that thought in mind, you suddenly felt the urge to go there and play it again.

“Will you stop talking to me if I say yes?” You mutter back to him while staring ahead.

“Yes!” Jongin smiled.

You put down your pencil and cover your mouth with your hand and look at him,

“But we have to go to the arcade too.”

His eyes sparkled, and he nodded furiously, and you had to keep in your laughter before the teacher scolded you some more.

-

“Y/N can I speak to you for a moment?”

You turn your head to your teacher, and you wave to Jongin telling him to go on without you. He picked up his bag and left, alongside all the other students. You gulped as you walked to her desk, her eyes glued to her laptop as she was typing.

She continued to type once you arrived, and didn’t make any eye contact when she spoke again.

“There’s a new student arriving tomorrow,” She lets her fingers rest and readjusts her glasses to look at you, “I expect our top student to show him around and let him get to know the class. I’ll let the principal know that you’ll be helping him, so you don’t have to worry about getting in trouble for attendance.”

You nod. “That’s not a problem. I’ll do my best.”

With a simple smile, she thanked you and you made your way out of the classroom. You turn the corner and see Jongin sitting on the ground, his back leaning on the wall next to the staircase. He had earbuds in and looked like he was asleep. You kick him gently with your foot, jolting him awake and cursing at you.

“Fuck, Y/N, you could have just tapped me or something. Guys won’t be interested in mean girls like you.” He dusted his pants off as he stood up and towered over you, flicking your forehead while you laughed.

“I don’t really care about what boys think about me.” You both walk down the stairs and Jongin sighs.

“You know, I haven’t seen you study this much ever. All we do is go to the library, it’s not even fun. My mom thinks we’re dating and she keeps getting mad at me when I tell her you’re my worst nightmare and that it’ll never happen.”

You skip lightly down the hallway, smiling. “Well, keep telling her that. Maybe if our mom’s hear how we’re repulsed by each other they’ll get the hint and leave us alone.”

He pouts as he stops in his tracks. “Y/N, can we please just hang out like we used to? I know that it’s our senior year and we have to try our best but we deserve a break. I think my eyes are going to explode if I have to study English again. I still don’t understand how to pronounce jenre or fohx.”

You burst into laughter, making Jongin frown at you. “It’s genre, and faux.”

He raises his hands like he’s accusing you, “Don’t rub it in that you’re smarter than me. It doesn’t make me look good.”

You stick your tongue out at him. “Maybe if you paid attention when we studied you’d know the difference, Nini.”

“Anyways, I have to introduce and show the school to a new student tomorrow. Maybe we could get to know them and invite him to study with us,” You put a finger to Jongin’s lips to stop him from interjecting, “and then you could have someone else to hang out with when I’m studying.”

He moves your fingers off his lips and ponders for a moment. “That could work.”

You puff your chest out proudly, “Of course it will. That’s why I’m the smart one out of the two of us.”

You walk ahead of him while he tries to catch up with you to your next class. This could be nice, you thought. Jongin doesn’t really have many other friends than you, but that was just because he was shy. He hit it off with the girls in your school but all of that made him disliked by his male classmates. This would be good.

-

You and Jongin got out of school and immediately headed down to the new cafe that he was speaking about. You ordered two iced americano’s for both of you, to which your friend thanked you. You sat down in the cute little cubby, the wooden frames were a light hazelnut color. The ceiling had plants hung in little rope woven baskets, with fairy lights that created a sensual and cool mood. You liked it, you could definitely study here if you wanted to.

“I bet you’re thinking this is a good study place, right?” Jongin remarked to you as he took a sip of his coffee, scrolling on his phone. You scoff and wave your hand at him, silently wishing he didn’t know you so well.

“Well it is nice and quiet here. I like how the lights are simple, whenever we study in the library my eyes start to hurt because it’s so bright in there.” You place your hand on your chin while you speak to him. He rolls his eyes at that and places his phone down.

“The reason your eyes hurt is because you’re staring at your laptop and books for 6 hours straight, Y/N. You need to learn how to take a break. Studying is going to be the death of you, you know? I heard that working too hard can cause death,” It’s your turn to roll your eyes, “you think I’m kidding? Look it up.”

He pushes his phone to you and you hold it up to your face grudgingly, deciding to search up the accusation.

Your eyes read over the first result.

“Karoshi, '' which literally means death by overwork. After the 1973 oil crisis triggered widespread workplace restructures, reports emerged of worker fatalities, most often from heart failure, stroke or suicide.”

A Japanese term, you noticed as you continued to read. You were taken by surprise, moreso that Jongin knew about this, which made you think that he’s been worrying about you. Your heart starts to pick up, and you unconsciously touch your best friend’s hand while you put the phone down. You felt guilty, just a little bit. You knew you studied too much, but you had led a hard life. Your father left your mother when you were young, leaving you guys with little to no money to take care of the both of you.

Your mother worked hard, she had three jobs just to keep the two of you off the streets. Your mother was caring throughout all of it, using spare money that should have been saved to treat you with sweets and small gifts. You felt like a burden a majority of the time, so that’s why you decided to work harder in your school studies. Since the age of 8, you would become a straight A student, and you would strive for better if you could.

Extra credit, volunteer work, even going to your local college to attend their conferences revolving around success. You knew you had to try your best in order to give your mom and yourself the life you both deserved. The best part about it was that you were doing it all yourself, with no help from anyone. At times you felt as though you appreciated your father leaving, and even though that was a terrible thought to have, you felt it made you more determined. You would never admit that to your mother, but the setback in your early life had set you up for success, you knew that it did. It had to.

You put a strong front up and smile at Jongin, who tightened his hand over yours.

“I’ll do better. I’ll be a better friend. But please understand where I’m coming from. You know I have to do my best in life or I’ll fail.” You whisper to him, your lips shaking, but you maintain your control on your emotions. You never want people to see this side of you, even him.

He sighs, “I know, Y/N. I just don’t want you to miss life, you know… you need to live a little more. Or else you’ll regret it when you’re older.”

He stands up from his seat, your eyes following him. He grasps the translucent coffee cup and downs it in one go, and lets out a small yell like he had just finished running a race. He looks down at you and smiles, grabbing your hand and dragging you out of the cafe. You almost trip since he was tugging you so hard.

“Hey! I didn’t finish drinking my coffee, you punk!” You screech out.

“You said you wanted to go to the arcade, right?” You both come to a halt as you stand in front of the neon sign that displays, ‘Arcade’, in bright red. Your eyes glimmer, and you could feel your heart beating fast, just like when you’re waiting to see your test results. You hadn’t come here for a while now, telling Jongin that you didn’t have time to play games like a child anymore. You forgot how much you missed it, that nostalgic feeling you received just by standing in front of the shop.

He turns to you while opening the door, putting one hand out gesturing you inside.

“Are you ready to have some fun?” He grins.

You hesitantly step forward, your lips pulled into a tight line. You deserved this, you thought. You need to learn how to live, like Jongin said. You could afford to just hang out with your friend and have fun for one night. It wasn’t like doing this would set you back in your studies anyways.

You flash him a smirk, grabbing his free hand and dragging him inside with you. The first thing you took into account was the smell of coins. You remember loving that as a child when you and Jongin would come as children. There were dozens of vintage arcade games, the ones you would put coins in. There were some stray pinball machines and even karaoke rooms in the back of the building. The flooring was felt carpet, decorated with 80’s inspired squiggles in various colors. The overall vibe of the arcade was supposed to take you back in time, that sweet nostalgic feeling that you had missed from this place. You continue to lead Jongin through the isles you had memorized and stopped in front of the game that started it all for you.

Space Battle.

“Jesus, I’m surprised that they still have this in order. It’s so old. I’ll go buy us some coins.” Your friend walked off to the front, while you stood in front of the game watching the little slideshow of the spaceships shooting against each other. The screen fizzled out and then appeared the high score screen. You smile as you wait to see your username at the top, something you pride yourself in since it took you so long to beat. But then your heart drops.

kyoong04 - 1,927,086

You could feel yourself deflating when you saw that. But anger soon came over you, as soon as you saw your name underneath the enemy that stole your thunder. Who would try so hard to beat your high score? You had played the game for months just to secure your title, and within a couple of weeks it was beaten, just that easily?

You pound your fists against the gameboard, earning you some looks from the other people next to you playing games. You clench your teeth together and tilt your head, glaring at the username with hatred. You would beat this person’s high score, you were determined.

Jongin had come shortly after, talking about the girl who exchanged his money for the coins and how cute she was, but you didn’t have time for that. You greedily grab the coins from his hand and insert them into the machine, quickly pushing the buttons and aiming for precision and perfection. You probably spent two hours attempting to beat the score, but with a loud sigh and feet stomping, Jongin had convinced you that it was time to go home.

You pouted as you both walked in the cool warm air, every now and then he would tease you about how you looked while you were playing.

“I've never seen you so angry before. It was like a different person came out. You’re a monster when it comes to video games.” You feel yourself soften at that, his words raising your confidence a little bit.

You cross your arms together and attempt to smile, “You should know it all too well. I beat you every single time we play online together. You need to step up your game.”

He laughs at that and pushes you, causing you to almost trip.

“Ah… I don’t really care about that. As long as I can have fun with you, it doesn’t matter. I really liked seeing this side of you again, Y/N. I want to have more memories like that.”

You walk closer next to him and lay your head on his arm as you continue to walk. You did have a lot of fun, even though you were too focused on playing the game. Jongin cheered you on and tried to help you by pointing out which spaceships were close to hitting you. You didn’t notice it then, but he never left your side. He had just as much fun as you did, just by being with you. You didn’t want to miss out on these memories either, you knew you had to try and spend more time with him. You could surely balance your school and personal life if you really wanted to.

“How about tomorrow we go to the amusement park? I have some money saved up and it’s Friday anyway. I can always study on Sunday.” You smiled at him, and his eyes look like they’re going to pop out of his head.

“Holy shit. If I knew that all I had to do was sweeten you up with some coffee and video games, I would have done this so long ago. Let’s do it! Wait, didn’t you say that we would hang out with the new student tomorrow?” He looks at you questiongly.

Oh right, you forgot about the new student. You shrug and push your hair out of your face.

“We can just invite him. Like I said earlier, it would be nice for you to have someone else to hang out with besides me. Let’s just try and befriend him.” You turn to him and nod your head.

He walks you to your front door, and you give him a tight hug. You had missed him. Although you saw him everyday and practically dragged him with you to every studying session you had, you didn’t get to feel the true friendship you had with each other before tonight. It had been too long, and you didn’t want to take it for granted again.

You let go of him and open your door. You look back at him,

“Make sure you flick your light off and on so I know that you made it home.”

He chuckles at you, “Y/N, we’re neighbors. You know that I’ll make it home safely. Dork.”

He turns around and runs to the house, and you wait until you hear his door slam shut before you enter yours. You shrug off your school bag and stretch, eliciting a groan from out of your mouth. Before you make your way inside, you grab your phone out of your bag and hold it tightly. You drag your tired feet down the small hallway of your home, knocking on your mother’s door.

“Y/N?” You softly open the door and see your mother laying down, her feet propped up on a pillow while reading a book. Her long brown hair striped with gray tones falls effortlessly on her face, and her pale skin emits a rosy blush when she makes eye contact with you.

“I’m home.” You said in a sing-song voice as you sat down on her bed and kissed her cheek. She examines you and places her book down. She looks tired, you could see it in her eyes.

“Studying at the library again? You should be doing other things than that, you know.” She scolds you while turning you around and brushing her hand through your hair. She starts to braid it, and you can’t fight the somber smile from forming on your face. She never stops working, even when she gets home.

“No, I actually hung out with Nini today. We had coffee and went to the arcade you took us to when we were younger. It was nice.” You played with your phone while your mom tightened your braid.

“That’s good. I’m glad you’re taking some time for yourself, baby. You deserve to have fun, you’re so young and beautiful.” You turn around once she finishes and gave her a smile. You bring her body towards yours and hug her tightly.

You look down as you hold her head in your hand. “I told you to ask for fewer hours at the supermarket mom. The convenience store and bakery insisted on giving you less hours already. Your feet aren’t getting any better.”

She hums against you, and you already know what she’s going to say.

“I have to, Y/N. You know that. I’ll wear the acupressure slippers you got me around the house more. They really have helped me out so much, I just forget because I’m not here alot.”

She pulls back and kisses your nose, you scrunch it up and pat her hand before you rise up and head to your bedroom. You immediately collapse on your bed, but you quickly spring back up. You forgot that you didn’t look out your window just yet. You skip over and peer into the dark, and see that Jongin was already waiting there, sitting on the panel of his window, his left foot dangling outside the frame while he had his earbuds plugged into his ears. You always chastised him for doing that because you worried he’ll fall out. He would reply cheekily that he would only fall a couple feet, ‘Y/N we both live in one story houses’.

You open your window and wave around, trying to catch his attention. He looks from the corner of his eye and takes one earbud out, smiling at you.

“I made it home safely, Y/N.” He says in a teasing tone.

You giggle. “Goodnight Jongin. See you tomorrow.”

“See you tomorrow.”

You close your window slightly and head back to bed, feeling sentimental. For the first time in a while, you finally felt you could allow yourself to take a break. You were too tired to change out of your clothes, so you just wrapped your covers around you and turned off your lamp that was on your bed stand next to you. You get your phone out and set an alarm for 7:00, but before you put it down, the screen reminds you of the arcade game.

Although you didn’t want to think that you were so upset over someone beating your high-score, you couldn’t help but feel defeated and frustrated. Something so small, yet it created such an impact on you. Being number one was basically your entire basis of who you were.

You sigh and gently put your phone down on your nightstand and roll over, the night sky leaving a fluorescent glow entering through your window. You could hear the crickets chirping outside, and the slight breeze emitting from it made you sleepy. You only had one thought before you submitted to your exhausted body.

kyoong04.

-

You didn’t wake up to the sound of your alarm, no you wish that it did. Instead, you were woken up by your next door neighbor barging into your room yelling your name at the top of his lungs.

“Y/N! Y/N! Wake up!” Jongin shook you awake, which resulted in you moaning as you attempted to push him off of you, but it was useless against him. You could have been hitting him your hardest and he wouldn’t even move in an inch.

“Ah… why do you do this to me?” You pick up your phone with your left hand while your right arm covers your eyes. You move it slightly to tap on the screen, it was 6:30.

You send a death glare to Jongin, who is already dressed in his uniform, a blinding smile being sent in your direction. You wanted to punch it off of him and slap his face. You were so tired from hanging out so long yesterday, you were hoping to get a little more sleep in. You grunted as you sat up in your bed, dragging your face down with your hands.

He sat next to you and patted your head, occasionally letting out little coos and pet names to you.

“Aw… did you sleep well? Are you still tired?” He lets out a sharp inhale and smiles at you innocently, as if he didn’t create the monster in front of him.

You push his hands away in disgust and swing your legs off your bed. You pick out your uniform from your closet and set it on the bed before going into the hallway, the cold floor hitting your feet. You pick up your toothbrush and apply a small amount of toothpaste and wet it underneath the water spout. You lazily look at your appearance in the mirror, your long hair resembles a bird’s nest and your dark circles look more apparent.

Jongin pops into the mirror as he leans against the door, his arms crossed over one another and still continuing to smile at you. Although you were quite grumpy with him for waking you up early, you did suppose it gave you a little more time to get ready. Even though you didn’t know what the new student was like, you wanted to leave a lasting impression on him to guarantee his place as Jongin’s number 2.

“I’m so excited for today. I can’t wait to go to the amusement park. We haven’t done that since we were in middle school.” Your friend trailed behind you as he excitedly chirped.

You suppress a smile as you sit down on your vanity near your window, grabbing your makeup bag next to your jewelry box. You quickly put on some light foundation, blush, and curl your eyelashes. You hummed to yourself as you layered the mascara on your eyelashes, giving you a nice pop to your look. Jongin laid on your bed as he scrolled aimlessly on his phone, and quickly closed his eyes shut when you began to pick up your uniform.

You weren’t really shy around your best friend like that to make him leave the room or anything, I mean the both of you literally bathed together when you were infants. Still, you always gave a little remark to him to shut his eyes, ‘this isn’t a strip tease’. To reach he always replied, ‘gross’.

You straightened out your uniform with your hands making sure there were no creases or bumps, and you tapped the bottom of Jongin’s foot with your hand, motioning him to get up.

“You know, it’s a good thing you woke me up early. The new student probably has to be there before anything starts. He should be there before we arrive. Maybe we should get something at the bakery?” You asked your friend as you both made your way out of your room and down the hallway.

Your mother had already left to work like she always did, at 6 in the morning. Her opening shift was at the bakery, to which you and Jongin tried to get to before school everyday. But Jongin usually woke up pretty late which resulted in skipping breakfast and being scolded by you to run to school to get there in time.

He nodded to you as you slipped on your shoes and picked up your school bag you had left on the floor yesterday night. You leave the house and trail down the gravel path down your neighborhood and reach the town’s little shopping center. You were always grateful you lived in a smaller town since it was all so knitted together. The school was roughly a 10 minute walk while restaurants, bakeries, and cafes were only around 5.

As the two of you make your speedy journey to the bakery a thought enters your head.

You reach the little shop and open the door up as you speak, “Let’s get the new student something to eat too.”

Jongin let’s out a simple grunt in agreement as you approach the register, your mother smiling at the both of you.

“Jongin-ah, you look so handsome. When are you going to ask Y/N on a date?”

You both groan as she continues to compliment him while he tries to keep the conversation away from the weird request.

“You know you and my mom say that every, single, time.” He says through his teeth.

Your mom waves him off and laughs, and she begins to grab some bread for the both of you. She’s about to hand it over to you before you stop her. You pull out your wallet from your school bag and hand over a 5 dollar bill. Your mother looks at you quizzingly.

“You know you don’t have to pay.” She bluntly states, and she pushes the packaged bread into Jongin’s hands instead.

“Ah no, I wanted to pay for another sweet bread for a new student. I’m going to be showing him around today so I wanted to make him feel welcomed.” You leave the bill on the counter as you reach over and grab another loaf and dart out the store. Jongin starts to giggle as you hear your mother screaming at you to come back.

You both ate the warm bread as you walked to the school in a comfortable silence. Your mother was always so picky with the money that you spent, mostly because she felt happier when you had enough. She would get in trouble often at the bakery since she gave you guys free food, but you always sneakily went back when she got off her shift to pay your dues. She was stubborn, but that’s where you got it from. You were glad you received that trait from her, otherwise you didn’t think you’d be excelling at school all too well; the stubbornness of wanting to always study paid off, all the time.

You held the tasty gift in your hands as you finally got onto your campus, Jongin waving to you and wishing you luck with introducing the new student.

“Meet me by the soccer field at lunchtime with him. We can all talk then.” He winks at you before he sprints off towards the school building, leaving you to walk towards the information office alone.

You open the door and greet the receptionist, bowing your head. Your feet echoing in the empty room as you make your way closer to the desk.

“Ms.Lee told me I would be showing the new student around the school today. Is he here?”

She nods. “He’s just speaking to the principal. I’ll let him know that you arrived.”

You stand there awkwardly, cradling the baked good in your hand while she called for you. She hangs up the phone and ushers you to go down the hallway to the office, and so you went. You reach the door, looking at the plaque next to it on the wall labeled, ‘Mr.Nam’. You reach your hand out to turn the handle but suddenly the door opens way too fast for you to realize.

You stumble forward and almost eat total shit, but two arms wrap around your waist and you hear a worried, “Oh my god.”

Your body moves upward as the two arms that caught you placed you back on your two feet, and you could feel your face starting to burn up. That was so embarrassing, you thought. You regroup and look up, and you’re met with the kindest eyes you had ever seen.

He had black hair that covered his forehead, swooped and well maintained. His warm brown eyes stared deeply into yours, and his eyebags were protruding cutely. He had such distinct facial features, his jaw and cheekbones being very much a visual point. His lips… were puckered and pink, and they were moving. Oh shit, they were moving.

“...I’m so sorry. I shouldn’t have opened it so quickly. Are you okay?”

His voice was light and almost melodic. You could feel your heart racing against your chest, and oh my god, why were you so nervous right now?

You let out a dry cough and direct your eyes to your principal behind him.

“I’m very sorry for the disturbance, Mr.Nam. I’ll be showing him around the school and making sure he is up to date with everything.” You bow to him and he lets out a chuckle.

“That’s alright. Good. Make sure you help him with finding his way around the school.” Mr.Nam rises from his seat and folds his hands together while he smiles at the both of you.

You and the new student smile as you bow again, and then you both make your way out the door and down the hallway. You kept notice of how he kept the same pace as you, the way his hands dangled by his sides and swung every now and then. You couldn’t look him in the eyes again, you didn’t know why he had such an effect on you.

He opens the door of the information building for you and you thank him, keeping your head down as you wait for him to join you. He stops and places a hand on your arm, and speaks.

“Again, I’m so sorry. I’m glad I was able to catch you before you got hurt.” You raise your eyes to meet him again, and he had an apologetic look on his face.

You shrug as you blush, diverting your eye contact again. “It’s not a problem.”

He stays silent for a moment. “What’s your name?”

You whisk your head and reply slowly, “Y/N. What’s yours?”

He reaches his hand out and flashes a grin. “Baekhyun. Byun Baekhyun.”

You shake his hand and then you remember you were carrying the loaf still. You abruptly shove it into his hands, and he jumps back a little before he examines it and grips it softly in his palms.

“My mother… She works at a bakery. I thought you’d be hungry since you had to come in early.” You spill out.

He looks down at the bread, and then looks back at you. His eyes brighten as his pink lips come together to form a small smile.

“Thank you. That’s very thoughtful.”

After that, you both spoke to each other informally, since he insisted that it would make the conversation flow more easily. He liked to sing, and even showed off a little to you as you roamed the halls of the school together. He had a pretty voice, and he wasn’t afraid of showing it either. His voice echoed loudly in the deserted school building, and you were intrigued with his confidence. You would be too afraid to make any noise while students were in class, but he didn’t seem to care at all. You took him outside again, walking towards the soccer field.

“My mom moved here after my father passed away. It’s cheaper and she read online that this was a quiet town. She doesn’t really want to be around a lot of people since it happened. Neither do I.” Baekhyun let out a nervous chuckle.

You look at the ground as you walk. “Were you close with your father?”

He blinks numbly. “No. He had been hard on me since I was young. Always expected the best. So that’s what I gave him. There was never really a big connection with us other than him checking on my grades.”

You nodded. “Still, the pain of losing someone hurts.”

Baekhyun shrugged. You gesture to a bench that overlooked the bright green field, and he happily sat down. He finished eating the rest of his bread, popping his fingers in his mouth to remove any leftover crumbs. You snicker.

“That good, huh?” He smirks and nods.

“You’ll have to show me the bakery sometime.”

“Of course. They have the best baked goods here in town. My mother bakes those loafs fresh, so getting them in the morning is the best time. I can bring you some often if you’d like?” You ask him shyly.

Baekhyun nods his head furiously, “Yes! That would be nice. Is it just you and your mom living here?”

“Oh, yeah actually. My father left when I was young. I didn’t really know him.”

He looks at you, like he’s waiting for you to go on. So you did.

“Um well… My mother works three jobs. We don’t have a lot of money, but we make do with what we do have. I mostly focus on my studies,” You look off to the sky, “if I can succeed in school then I can make sure my mother lives comfortably.”

“I aim to be the perfect student. I only want the best grades, to get accepted to the best university. Land a well paying job. That’s my dream.” You turn back to him, you couldn’t really read his face. He wasn’t smiling, but you could feel the warmth and understanding radiating off of him.

“That sounds nice and all, but, do you have any time to just… live your life?”

You don’t say anything for a moment once he speaks. You look at him but nothing comes out.

He intertwined his hands together and continues to look at you.

“I also wanted to make my father proud of me. I lived by his standards, his rules. For the most part, it was nice being the top student in my class. I kind of thrived off of it. But when I went to sleep at night… All I could think about were the classmates that played soccer with each other. The way they laughed and joked with one another. It made me realize that I wasn’t living for myself anymore, I was unintentionally living through my father. Once he passed away, I began to look at life differently. I still did well in school but I started to do things for myself. I hung out with my mom more, even started talking to my friend again after my father told me to shun him.”

You look at him with amazement. You weren’t expecting him to be so open with you, but in some ways you were glad that he did. You weren’t used to talking about your emotions or the troubles you had faced in your life… mostly because Jongin knew all about it. And it wasn’t like you wanted to burden your mother with how you felt, you didn’t want to give her that pressure. Baekhyun was just so easy to be around… you felt comfortable around him.

“So, I guess what I’m saying is that you shouldn’t try to live for others, but I’m not trying to dismiss your goals, because they make sense. But you can’t forget about your life either.”

The wind blew your hair from out of your face as you sat there, stunned. Baekhyun maintained his eye contact with you, a stern expression plastered on his face. You don’t know why you did it but you just had the strong urge to, and without thinking you moved closer to him.

You hugged him.

He didn’t hold you back at first, but you soon felt his arms wrap around you, bringing you closer to his chest. The tears started to pool from your eyes, and you could feel yourself start to hiccup as you attempted to keep in the sobs from escaping your mouth. You just met him but you felt like he understood you more than anyone else at that moment.

“Thank you.” You whisper out.

“You don’t have to thank me. Just give me more of your mom’s bread and I won’t tell anyone that you cried.” You pull back as you laugh, wiping the tears from your cheeks.

You get a better look at him as he smiles at you and nods his head.

“I have something better than bread if you’re interested.” You state.

His eyebrows sprung up and his mouth rose in interest.

“What could be better than that amazing bread?”

“My friend, Jongin. We were planning on going to the amusement park after school today. Would you like to join us?”

“I didn’t know there was an amusement park near here. It’s kind of an isolated area.” He replied.

“We’d have to take the train to get to the main city. It wouldn’t take us too long. Are you up for it?” You secretly were wishing he’d say yes.

He hesitated for a moment… but then that charming smile showed up again.

“Sure.”

-

You didn’t know what to expect when Baekhyun and Jongin would meet, but it certainly wasn’t this. The two of them hit it off straight away, with Jongin saying that Baekhyun was really handsome, leading to Baekhyun getting a big head and pretending to model.

You never saw your best friend laugh so hard before, and before you knew it, they were talking about what different artists they liked, video games, and other things that didn’t pique your interest whenever Jongin would talk to you about it. It wasn’t until Jongin asked him that stupid question that made your heart almost fall out of your body.

“So what’s your type? There’s actually a lot of pretty girls that go here.” The three of you had sat under a tree on the field, the shade protecting you from the sun rays.

You bit your lip as you found the bag of chips you were eating from really interesting. You just met Baekhyun but it wasn’t hard to deny that you thought he was cute. He had a way with words, and the conversation that you had earlier really touched you. You weren’t sure if he was always that open with people but regardless, you could tell that he genuinely meant what said.

Baekhyun plucked the grass absentmindedly while smirking.

“I don’t really have a type.” He looked back at Jongin who narrowed his eyes at him, plucking some grass and throwing it in his face.

“Oh come on! You have to have a type. What, are you embarrassed because Y/N is here? She’s hardly even a girl.” It was your turn to throw something, and you made sure the bag of chips in your hand hit him with enough impact. Instead, it sadly hit his arm and fluttered down, the wind picking it up and causing it to fly away.

“I’m very much a girl. Don’t act so cocky, it’s not like you tried to make a move on anyone here for the past four years.” You stick your tongue out at him, and he makes a face back at you.

“I prefer older women. Younger girls aren’t mature enough to handle me yet.” You laugh at that, and so does Baekhyun. Your mood instantly brightens.

Baekhyun turns to you, and raises a finger. “What about you? Do you have a type?”

You weren’t expecting him to ask you that, and Jongin could tell that you weren’t either. You see him in the corner of your eye, the sudden realization dawning on him. You silently hoped that he wouldn’t say anything, especially after seeing his lips form into a mischievous smile.

“I haven’t really thought about it. I mostly spend most of my time thinking about studying. And how Nini doesn’t get any girls because he’s too shy to talk to them.” You jab at your friend who’s ego is slowly deflating before your very eyes.

Baekhyun continues to stare at you for a moment longer before he speaks again.

“Well, think about it now.”

You feel your body tense up with the sudden request. Did you ever have a type? There wasn’t really anyone that caught your attention at the school, and it wasn’t like any of the boys were confessing to you or anything. You supposed someone who was kind, someone who’s stable.

“I like someone who knows what they want. They have to be kind, and patient. I don’t think I’ll date for a while, mostly because no one wants a girl who focuses so much on her studies. I wouldn’t have time to be with them.” You ponder on what you said, pouting your lips. That seemed about right. It made total sense to you too, you wouldn’t want to put someone through pain just because you wanted to spend your time reading books and studying all the time.

Baekhyun seems to have switched to a sour mood then, Jongin also noticing it too. He looks at you and tilts his head towards the sad little puppy, like he’s telling you to comfort him. You weren’t sure why he was telling you to do that. Why should you be comforting him?

“...Hey, did I say something wrong?” You questioned him.

He shakes his head, “No. It’s just interesting. It just seems strange to me that you haven’t thought about it before, especially since we’re seniors. Aren’t you worried you won’t have any experience when you date as an adult?”

You blink. “Not really. I’m sure there’s a lot of adults who haven't dated in their high school years.”

“Huh.”

The conversation ended shortly after that, and the three of you walked back to class. Baekhyun didn’t say a word to you the entire way there, just speaking to Jongin about what video games he liked to play. You silently think about everything that had happened, wondering if you said something wrong. Even though he confirmed with you that everything was fine before you found your seats, your stomach started to twist and turn.

He accompanied you guys on your walk home, leaving a message to his mom that he was going out with some friends. Jongin pulled him aside and let you know that he was going to show Baekhyun his room while you changed out of your school uniform. You nimbly walk to your room and throw your school bag on the ground. You slip out of your clothes and sigh, flopping on your bed.

“What is with him?” You say out loud. You start to count the cracks on your ceiling before sighing and getting back up, your bra and underwear the only thing covering your body. You move to your closet to try and figure out what you’re going to wear.

“You said you wanted some water, right? I’ll be right back.” You hear Jongin’s voice from your window, and you brush your fingers along some dresses that are hung. You then pause, because, wait. Your window was open.

And you were only wearing your bra and your underwear. And if you heard correctly, Jongin was grabbing a cup of water for Baekhyun. You freeze where you’re standing, not daring to look behind you. How were you so dumb to just strip, practically naked, without closing your window?

You spin around, and you’re met with those piercing eyes staring right back at you. He’s just staring, not a hint of emotion on his face. You stop walking towards the window, because you’re still in shock that this is the first time any boy has truly seen you like this. Besides Jongin, but he didn’t count. Instead of moving, you stay in place, but you soon see that you don't have to close your window, because Baekhyun starts to close the curtains from his view, and just like that, he vanishes from your sight.

Your breath starts to rapidly increase, and you could feel your stupid heart beating fast again. You shake your head and run back to your closet, picking out a simple yellow dress. You look down and choose a pair of white trainers.

You met them both outside your house, waiting for you at the door. You shyly walk out, your purse hanging from your shoulder while you shut your door close and lock it. You turn to face the both of them, and give them a big smile.

“Alright, let’s get to the train station!”

Jongin chatters excitedly about what rides are the best, but even with his constant recommendations and outbursts, you couldn’t help but let your mind drift to the window situation that had happened only moments before. Baekhyun just looking at you, staring at your body while you stood there awkwardly. You mentally slapped yourself in the face, wondering if you should have been more expressive. But then he closed the blinds, making sure he wouldn’t be able to see anymore of it. Did he think you were ugly? You twist a strand of hair in your fingers before Jongin snaps you out of your train of thought.

“We’re here, come on.” You didn’t even realize that you had arrived at the station because you were so absorbed in your own head. You board and sit down next to Baekhyun who’s scrolling on his phone. You peek, not trying to be nosy, but he was literally right next to you. You couldn’t help it. Your eyes burn into the screen as you see him typing something in the notes app.

don’t worry, i won’t say anything about it.

You look up at him and he’s already giving you a smile. You let a small, “Mh,” escape from your lips and he winks at you. He begins to erase the sentence and his thumbs start to move quickly on his screen.

you’re really pretty, you know that?

You don’t look up this time, but you could feel his gaze on you. And there it was again, your heart beating against your chest. You wanted to rip it out and tell it to stop giving you a hard time, but instead all you could do in the moment is let out a weird, and muffled, “Oh.”

Your thoughts can’t help but think that he was only saying this because he was able to see you half naked, but you didn’t want to dwell on it. You instead start to drift off for a bit, feeling sleepy. The view of the trees passing by rapidly on the train made you feel tired, and soon enough you had fallen asleep.

“Y/N? We’re here. Y/N?” You wake up to Baekhyun whispering in your ear, and you realize that you had knocked out and leaned against his shoulder. You pick yourself up immediately, leaving the boy next to you to stifle a laugh.

Jongin was already waiting outside, jumping up and down like a little kid. It didn’t take you guys long to get to the park, it was only around a 5 minute walk from the train station. You guys stop at the entrance, each of you pulling out your wallets to grab some money for the admission fee. You were about to hand yours to the man’s awaiting hand, but Baekhyun grabbed it from you and placed a twenty in replacement. He looks back at you and shrugs.

“I owe you for the bread.”

“But that was only 5 dollars!” You exclaimed as you passed through the gate, the lights from the rides coloring your faces.

“It’s fine. If you really care that much, I’ll use the money to get some food. Sounds good?”

You give him a look, and he doesn’t acknowledge it at all, instead turning in front of him and placing his arm around Jongin’s shoulder, asking him which ride you should get on first.

“Definitely the Tilt. There’s always a short line and it’s fucking cool.” You sigh as you follow them to the ride, dragging your feet along the dirt.

As you approached the gate leading to the entrance to the ride, Jongin looked at you and flashes you a large grin. Your heart swells up as you take in his features, the look of pure euphoria plastered in every part of his face, his eyes twinkling at yours. The light pink lights from the ride give his tan skin a subtle glow, and you mouth to him, “Thank you.”

He all but winks at you once the woman leads you to your seat on the ride. It was one of those rides that spun you in a circle, the way you ‘rode’ it was by sitting next to another in a circle, no seatbelts, just your ass on the hard plastic. You sat next to Baekhyun who looked excited, his arms behind yours and Nini. You already knew you were going to feel sick, but seeing your friends so happy reminded you that you were doing this for them.

You feel the ride begin to rise up a couple of feet off the ground, and then it starts to bounce and speed around in a circle. Your hair kept flying in your face, making you spit loose strands from entering your mouth before you let out some blood curdling screams. Everytime the ride would jolt up, so did your body. Your tiny frame would literally jump up a couple of feet and catch some air, your butt getting sore within the first couple of seconds of this horrible, horrible ride.

“I think… I’m going… to be sick!” You yell out.

Jongin turns to you while he’s laughing wildly, and you notice that a girl next to him is holding his arm tightly, her eyes shut tightly as she tries not to fall from her sitting place. That’s surprising, you flash him a look, questioning him. Your heads bob up and down again, the ride throwing your bodies around roughly, and he gives you a gummy smile as he raises his eyebrows. You suddenly feel yourself lunging forward, almost falling into the middle of the devilish contraption, but a strong, warm hand grabs the back of your dress and pushes you close to their body.

You look through your eyelashes as Baekhyun gives you that dazzling smile, his rosy lips capturing your attention. For a couple of seconds, you could feel yourself watching him in slow motion, the wind pushing his hair out of his face, exposing his small forehead. His cheeks cast a pink hue from his left to the right, and you swore that he looked so beautiful. You flash him a nervous grin as he tightens his hand around your shoulder, and the butterflies begin to tap against your stomach.

Soon enough, you find yourself tumbling off the now stopped ride, Jongin and Baekhyun following behind you, laughing to one another. It wasn’t until you turned back around that you noticed that the girl that sat next to Jongin was glued to him, her gaze stuck on your best friend.

“If you guys don’t mind I’m just going to check out some games. We can meet back here in 20 minutes?” Jongin raised his eyebrows at the both of you as he took the girl’s hand in his.

You couldn’t help the laughter from coming out of your mouth as you nod vigorously at him.

“Go for it.”

And just like that, you were alone with Baekhyun again. He swung his hand behind his back, stretching and looking behind you. He opens his mouth and points to something you can’t see, so he grabs your shoulders with his, ‘wow, he has big hands’, and spins you around. You see the staple ferris wheel a couple of meters away from you, and you feel a lump in your throat.

“Want to ride it with me?’’ He asks you sheepishly.

“I’m not good with heights.” You shoot back at him, a frown forming on your face.

“I’ll keep your attention off of it.” Baekhyun grabs your hand and leads you through the crowd of people. You didn’t notice how rough his hands were before… were they calloused? You ponder on it for a little while more until he stops in front of the gate for the ferris wheel.

Luckily, there was no one in line so you were immediately buckled in and secured, the man going over the rules with you two.

“Please don’t shake the cart once you get to the top. And please, no funny business either.”

You blush at the blunt comment, looking at Baekhyun with a look that reads, I’m so embarrassed right now. He chuckled as the man in uniform walked away and stood by the control center, pushing some buttons, and you felt yourself lurch forward as you slowly started to rise forward.

You held your breath as you began to climb up in height, looking down as your feet dangled inside the metal cage. From being able to look at faces in complete detail, now looked like muddied little dots as the ferris wheel brought you closer to the night sky. Your hands began to grip the railing in front of you, your knuckles turning white.

“Are you scared?” Baekhyun snapped you out of your dwindling spiral, his eyes staying on you.

“Just a little. You don’t think I could fall out, right?” You shakily reply.

“There’s no way you could fall out, Y/N. Just relax.”

You take a deep breath, trying to calm yourself down as you finally reach the top. You were so high up that you felt like you could touch the stars if you reached out far enough. The ride churns to a stop, and you look at the stars twinkling above you, the screams and laughter echoing below. You could smell cotton candy and popcorn, and the cool breeze drifted on your face, magically loosening up your nerves.

“I hope I didn’t make you uncomfortable earlier. But I won’t lie, I did look.”

Baekhyun muttered out as you looked at the night sky. Your palms are beginning to sweat.

“It’s okay.” You barely whisper out. But it wasn’t really okay, honestly. Whatever was happening between the two of you was still a mystery, you couldn’t really tell what he thought about you.

He sighs as he diverts his attention on you, and you mimic him.

“I also thought you were pretty before I saw anything too. I just didn’t want to be weird about it since we just met today.” The words slip effortlessly off his tongue, and you feel yourself stutter.

“A-are you always this straightforward?”

“No. Only with you.” You gulp as you maintain your eyes on him.

He reaches forward and brushes his fingers on your cheek, you’re frozen because this was new to you. You’ve never been alone with a boy before, one that you were really, really attracted to. You weren’t sure what to do when you saw him scooting closer to you. His school uniform scrunched against your yellow dress, and you could feel your fingers wrapping around the material of his navy blue blazer.

You suddenly push your hand against his chest, preventing him from getting any closer.

“I’ve never kissed a boy before.” A warm blush creeps on your face, and Baekhyun pauses before he smiles innocently.

“Who said I was going to kiss you? Only perverts think like that.” He smirks at you while you stumble and think carefully with your next words.

“Well I just can’t read you-”

“Why does it matter anyways? If I want to kiss you, I mean. You said that you weren’t interested in anyone. You’re going to wait to date until you’re old and shit.”

His sudden abrasiveness takes you back. One moment he’s teasing you and the next he’s accusing you in a rude manner. You look down towards the amusement park, wondering when the hell they were going to start up the ride again. He places his hand over yours.

“I didn’t mean to be mean. I just don’t understand why you’re so afraid of letting people in. Would it really screw up your goals if you liked someone? You learn to balance those types of things, that’s how life works. You shouldn’t just wait until you finally decide to let it happen; it should flow easily and happen naturally.”

Your fingers twitch under his hand. “Why are your fingers so calloused?”

“Why are you changing the subject?”

You bit your lip nervously. “I don’t like being confronted.”

“I think you need to hear this, Y/N. I’ve been where you’re at. It’s depressing. You just… I’ve never met anyone like you before. That was so similar to me. I don’t want to see you get hurt.”

It’s your turn to get aggravated. “How the hell would I get hurt? I just met you, and you’re acting like you know everything about me.”

“I can see the same pain and burden I carried in you. How wouldn’t I know, Y/N? My father literally forced me to become an isolated piece of shit, all I did for years of my life was follow his orders, to make sure I was perfect to his standards. You’re doing this to yourself, and I’m telling you that it won’t end well for you if you keep it up. I’m trying to protect you.”

You try to fight the tears from falling down your face, but your body betrays you. You feel the warm liquid roll down your cheeks and taste the saltiness in your mouth. You push away his hand and look at him angrily.

“I don’t need you to protect me. I’ve been helping myself for years without anyone else. I’m okay on my own!” You screech at him. He looks at you with a sad smile.

“You’re just okay?”

Your tears are streaming now. “Yeah, I’m just okay.” You hissed out.

He abruptly pulls you in for a hug, and you try to fight him, attempting to push him off of you. Eventually, you realize that he’s stronger than you and there was no point in fighting him. You slouch underneath his touch, his uniform smells like lavender. You breathe it in, and try to control your breathing.

“I just don’t want to fail.” You whisper.

“I know. But life is filled with failure. You can’t expect yourself to excel in everything that you do. That’s exactly what leads to failing.” He combs his fingers through your hair as you sniffle. He pulls you back and looks at you. You could still feel the warmth of your tears on your face, your ears ringing from your crying.

“Baekhyun.”

“Yeah?”

“What’s your type?”

He shoots you a blank stare. “I haven’t really thought about it too much.”

“Well, think about it now.” You say confidently.

He returns a small side smile. “I guess someone like you.”

You don’t say anything back for a moment, looking deep into his eyes.

“You think that because I remind you of yourself. You think you can fix me. Sometimes you can’t do that, Baekhyun. Some people don’t want to change.”

He tries to say something back, but you feel your phone vibrate in your purse. You pull it out while you wipe your nose, reading a text from Jongin.

hey i know that we didn’t get to ride on too many things but i think i’m ready to go home. this girl is weird and keeps trying to kiss me and shit. meet me at the entrance.

As if your prayers were being answered, you felt the ferris wheel jolt back to life. You ride down together in silence, you looking ahead while Baekhyun’s gaze stays on you. Jongin asked why you were so quiet when you found him, but you simply just walked ahead not waiting for either of them.

The train ride was quiet, you sitting next to Jongin while he had his earbuds in. Baekhyun was slumped against a barrier on the right side of you, watching your every movement. The way you adjusted your purse on your shoulder, the way your fingers brushed at the ends of your dress. You didn’t want to think about him for just one moment. But it was useless.

Everything he told you echoed within your head. You just couldn’t stand the way he spoke to you, like he had figured you out. You scolded yourself for thinking that anything good could have happened out of this. You should have just stayed home and studied. Did what you did best. The one thing in your life that didn’t critique you or make you feel bad.

Jongin stated that he was exhausted and wanted to head to bed right away, but not before asking Baekhyun if he wanted to stay the night.

“It’s dark out already. Just stay over. I’m sure your mom wouldn’t be too happy about you walking home when it’s this late.”

Baekhyun shrugged and accepted the invitation. You nod at the both of them and head over to your door, but not before Jongin tells you something.

“I had a lot of fun today, Y/N. Next time let’s stay together.” He winks at you before he runs towards his door and walks inside, leaving it open for Baekhyun.

You stand on your porch, watching as Baekhyun stands on the gravel road looking back at you.

“Can we still be friends?” He asks quietly. The warm air had disappeared now, as if the giddiness of the blossoming romance between the two of you had decided to abandon you. Now all you felt was the cold air cutting knives into your skin.

You tap your feet nervously on the ground. Did you want to be friends with Baekhyun? The both of you knew you harvested some feelings for each other; whatever it was, you couldn’t deny that you were curious and intrigued to see where it would lead you. Maybe not now… but maybe, someday.

“Okay.”

“Okay?” His eyes carried sadness, but you saw how he tried to bring himself to smile.

You nodded. “Just don’t get in the way of my studies.”

He throws his head back to laugh, slapping his hands together. And there it was again, the boy who managed to sneak into your head the moment you first met him. The gentleness that was him, the purity in which he harbored inside his boyish frame, sparkling in front of you.

“As long as you don’t interfere with mine.” He spun around, his feet carrying him towards Jongin’s house. You stayed on the porch until you heard the door close shut. You look up towards the sky, watching the shining stars dance amongst the dark sky. You thought about how they didn’t seem so far to reach when you were on that ferris wheel. But another intruding thought crawled up sneakily, making you stare more intently at the dark canvas above you.

You felt like that because he was there with you. The way impossible scenarios seemed possible when Baekhyun was right by your side. Surely touching stars was something no one would be able to do, they would disintegrate due to the scorching heat. But if you thought hard enough, you felt like if Baekhyun was with you, floating in space in white bulky astronaut attire, that touching stars would be as easy as breathing.

You sighed as you tried to turn your brain off for the rest of the night. Dragging your purse on the hallway floor, you pause in front of your mother’s room. You look at the crack at the bottom of the white chipped door, noticing that her lights were turned off. You didn’t bother saying goodnight, you were too tired. Mentally and physically.

You got yourself ready for bed, pulling out some sweats and a baggy tee shirt. You reach your vanity, to start taking off your makeup. Once you were finished with that, you rose up to close your open window frames, but you stopped when you looked across from you.

Baekhyun was looking up at the sky, his arms resting underneath his chin, placed on the base of the window. He catches you staring, and he waves his hand toward you loosely. You wave back, your gaze on him softening. He offers a small smile before he speaks.

“You’re really pretty, Y/N.” It comes out as a whisper, something that your ears shouldn’t have picked up on, but they did. All you could do was focus on him in this cherished moment. The way you both looked at each other filled with longing and curiosity.

“Goodnight, Baekhyun.” You slowly close your window and bring your hands to drape your curtains shut.

For some reason, you slept soundly that night. Despite everything that had happened, you felt like everything was going to change for you. In the best way possible. You didn’t know if it was because of Baekhyun, but you were eager to find out. For once, your determination wasn’t only set on the goals you had set for yourself for years, but you found yourself etching in the sweet boy who called you pretty in the back of your mind.

-

The rest of the school year would be filled with the three of you becoming closer than ever. Going to the amusement park was only one of the fun things you would do, you went to Haeundae beach even after saving up some money from working at the bakery with your mother during summer break. You went to movies, shopped, studied even. And throughout all of it, you felt yourself fall harder for Baekhyun.

You confessed to Jongin that you harbored feelings for him after a couple of months into the friendship, and he wasn’t exactly shocked.

“Oh yeah like that’s a surprise.” He was laying on your bed with a facial mask on, his tan skin poking out in some places.

You sat at the edge of your bed, trying to pat in the serum from yours. You huff at him as you spin your body to face him, crossing your legs together.

“I just don’t think I should pursue anything. But at the same time I do,” You throw your hands in the air and slam them against your bed, “I don’t know what to do!”

Jongin sighed as he sat himself up. “Your grades haven’t dropped; not even one percent. In fact, your grades have stayed the same since we started hanging out with him. And we only study like twice a week now. Don’t you get it? Spending more time for yourself doesn’t get in the way of your success, Y/N.”

You did have straight A’s in all your classes, and you hated to admit that it felt good to finally have some extra time for yourself. Plus, Baekhyun really helped you organize your notes and gave you some study tips whenever you hung out. He was practically tied with you in terms of top students in your grade. You push Jongin down on the bed as you lay down with him. Your bodies sprawled out next to each other on your light pink bed sheets. You stared up at your ceiling.

“He hasn’t made a move on me once. I think he only thinks of me as a friend. I told you about the night we went to the amusement park for the first time, right?” You press.

“Only like a thousand times.” You punch him lightly as you chuckle.

He turns his body to face you and looks at you sternly. “It’s pretty obvious that he likes you, Y/N. He talks about you all the time when he comes over.”

You try to fight the smile from coming on your face and continue to stare at your white, cracked ceiling. It was your first time liking someone before. You never would have guessed that people were right about having your first crush, how they change everything for you. It seemed cheesy, and you never wanted to be like that. But now, you look forward to your daily hangouts, the little trips you planned together, the study ‘dates’.

“Well, I can’t start anything even if I wanted to. High school is going to end in a couple months and I have to get ready for University.”

Jongin just groans as he takes his face mask off and gets off the bed, heading straight to your bathroom. You stay there, lying on your bed, thinking about your future. If Baekhyun was going to be in it. You really hoped he would.

-

It was a couple of days before your high school graduation, and you had waited until all the letters from the schools you sent applications for had been delivered to your house. You applied to three schools, and with a blood curdling scream in your room, you opened up a letter from Seoul National University, the most prestigious one out of all your applications, congratulating you on your acceptance.

Jongin heard your noise from his window and you barely got out any words other than a distorted, “I got in!”. He had run over and started jumping with you and laughing. Sadly, Jongin had got accepted to Sejong University, but it wasn’t a bad thing. You would be able to see each other everyday still considering they were close to one another.

Jongin had texted Baekhyun to head over to your house, telling him to bring any acceptance letters of his own. Within 10 minutes, he was over at your house, trembling as he showed you guys four letters.

He was wearing some gray sweatpants and a black fitted tee shirt, his hair was in a disarray like he had just woken up. He was extremely nervous, he looked forward to this day just as much as you did, maybe even more.

“I don’t think I can open it. You do it for me, Y/N!” He closed his eyes as he shoved them into your hands, and you took them happily. The two of you discussed what your dream schools were previously, and his being the same as yours. Seoul National. Your fingers grazed upon each one, until you stopped and found it.

Your eyes darted between the two of them as you started to open it up, sliding the paper out and unfolding it slowly. You were…

“...I-I’m sorry Baekhyun. You didn’t get into Seoul National.”

Disappointed.

He opened his eyes and his demeanor changed completely. His focus being on your hands, the letter in your grasp. He slumped his shoulders and dropped onto the ground, his hands gripping, grappling on anything he could get his hands on. He settled on a stray tee shirt you left there, and he tightened it in his grip. You could see tears threatening to fall from his eyes.

“I…I didn’t get in.”

You and Jongin looked at each other with worry, and you both dropped down to Baekhyun’s level. Your friend put his hand on his shoulder, rubbing it in circles.

“Hey, it’s okay. You still have three other letters to look at. Getting into Seoul National is really, really, hard to do. Don’t beat yourself up.” Baekhyun didn’t even look up at him, just numbly nodded his head.

You look at Jongin, ushering him to take his hand off. He complied and stood up, resting his hands on his neck as he walked around your room. You turn your attention to Baekhyun, who still is in a state of shock.

“Hey. It’s going to be okay. You tried your best and that’s all that matters. Weren’t you the one who told me that life is filled with failures? This is only one of them, and I know that it won’t be the last.” He looked up at you, looking confused.

“Is that supposed to make me feel better?” He scoffed.

You sigh. “What I mean is… this is just a single defeat. But it’s not the final one. You keep going. You still have more letters to open up, I know that you applied to Korea University. That’s still top three.”

You look at the remaining letters in your hand and pull out an envelope with ‘Korea University’ printed in red letters. You hand it over to him. He shakily takes it, one hand ripping open the top of it. He pulls out the dull white paper, his eyes scanning each word on the page. He looks up at you, dropping it on the ground. Your eyes are frantic, you grab the paper hastily and bring it to your attention.

Dear Student,

Congratulations! You have been accepted to Korea University! Go online to finish up the process…

You didn’t bother reading the rest as you pulled Baekhyun’s shirt and gave him a hug. You could feel him hiccuping against you, his arms scrambling to pull you in closer. You close your eyes as you rest your face into the crook of his neck, rubbing your hands on his back. Jongin came over and picked the letter off the ground as well, and you hear him starting to jump.

“You got in! That’s so awesome, man!”

That day, the three of you celebrated each of your successes. So what did it call for? Alcohol. Lots and lots of alcohol. You went down to the supermarket your mother worked at, the two men distracting her by talking about their acceptances while you snuck some bottles of soju. You made sure to leave some money on a conveyor belt before you tiptoed out of the store, waving your hands to the both of them.

“Oh, thank you again! We have to go now!” Baekhyun smiled at your mother before he grabbed her face with both hands and kissed her cheek. Your eyes widened at that, before you started to laugh out loud, almost dropping the bottles. Your mother heard this, and started to turn her head towards you.

Jongin took that chance to also grab her face, a smile brightly displayed on his face.

“Sorry for this!” He kissed your mother on the lips this time, earning a muffled, “Jongin!” from her.

The two boys ran out with you, laughter escaping into the night. You decided to go to Jongin’s house since no one was home and drank each to your heart’s content. At first you were nervous since it was your first time drinking, thinking your friends would have to babysit you. But to your surprise, and happiness, you were all light weights.

Jongin slurred as he tried to dance on his bed, legs wobbling causing his mattress to shake.

“To Y/N!” To which you raised your bottle to him, your face warm with happiness. “To Baekhyun!”

He yelled out next, raising his bottle to the sky, his head down while closing his eyes. He took another chug of his drink and hissed at the taste.

Baekhyun chimed along with you with laughter, taking a swig of his own bottle. You look at him under your drunken haze and smile. His face was so red, and he couldn’t stop laughing. You didn’t think you’d ever seen him this content before. You scooted closer to him on the floor while Jongin continued to dance to the music in his head.

“How are you?” You manage to get out. Everything was spinning right now, and you swore each time you tried to keep your eyes focused on Baekhyun, it was processing in your head a second late.

He stretched while he replied to you. “Really good. How are you doing?”

“Great.” You place your drink on the ground while you shake your head at yourself. Never would you have thought you’d be drinking in celebration of getting accepted to your dream school.

“Thank you for telling me that stuff earlier. It really helped.” Baekhyun mumbled out.

You turn your head and give him a thumbs up, giggling. “Of course. I knew you would get accepted into a good school. You’re so smart, probably smarter than me.”

“Oh come on… there’s no way. You got into Seoul National.”

You shrug. “Couldn’t have done it without you. You helped me study for the finals.”

Everything happened so fast, you just remember that you were looking at your drunk friend dancing on the bed, your heart swelling up at the sight of it. Then suddenly, you felt a pair of hands grabbing your shoulders and pulling you. A pair of lips ghosting over yours, and then, finally touching.

Byun Baekhyun had kissed you.

In your memory, you thought you had kissed him back. But maybe that’s just what you wanted to do in that moment. You let him kiss you for a second longer, until you push him off, your arms feeling like noodles. He looked back at you in surprise, his mouth agape with his face entirely flushed pink. He raised his hands up in defense.

“I-I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to-” He suddenly puked on the floor, his back hunched in the air as he attempted to cover his mouth. He awkwardly stood up and ran to Jongin’s hallway, shutting the bathroom door behind him. You sit there for a moment, dizzily trying to recollect what had just happened to you right then, because, did Baekhyun just kiss you?

You shouldn’t have gotten angry. You look back at it and want to scream at yourself to not be mad. But you were young and drunk, you just had your first kiss, and you weren’t even prepared for it. You didn’t have it happen to you when you were sober, and it wasn’t even asked as a question. You always imagined that you would have your first kiss in a romantic, and touching manner. This was not how it was supposed to happen.

You look at Jongin, who was frozen standing on his bed. He was looking towards the bathroom door that had just been slammed shut. He looks back at you, a smile crawling onto his face.

“He… he kissed you! Oh my god, I can’t believe he did that.” He laughed as he plopped his ass on the bed, making him spill some of his drink on the covers. You felt your face heat up, and you stood up from your place on the cold floor. You could start to smell the throw up and it was making you nauseous.

You made your way to the bathroom, hearing Baekhyun groaning on the other side. Your chest feels tight, and you can’t help the anger from rising in you. Maybe it was because you were drunk, maybe if you had been sober you wouldn’t have said what you said. But it happened, and you couldn’t change the past.

Your hand grips the shiny doorknob, your fingers slipping and trying to get a good enough handle on it. You swing it open, and see Baekhyun sprawled on the floor with the toilet seat up. You could smell the alcohol on him, and you swore you were going to puke your insides up too. Instead, you walk towards him, accidentally tripping over the rug on the tile. You hit the ground with your knees, making you groan in pain. He picks his head up at that and looks at you alarmed.

“Y/N! I’m so sorry, I wasn’t thinking and it just happened and-”

You slapped him. Tears run down your cheeks and you drop your hand to your side. Baekhyun sits there, his expression more sober than it was just seconds ago.

You let the tears fall, you didn’t care. You were drunk and angry, and you just had your first fucking kiss. Nothing was going on through your head right then other than fury.

“You can’t just kiss me,” You hiccuped, “without asking me. When I’m… I-I’m drunk! You can’t do that to me when I like you so much.”

You suddenly put your hand to cover your mouth. You couldn’t believe you just confessed to him.

He gets up quickly, crawling towards you like a baby. “You… you like me?”

You squeak, your hands still covering your mouth. If you weren’t so angry then, you probably would have kissed him again. The way his lips were puckered and pink, you couldn’t believe that a moment ago they had been on top of yours.

“No! No, this is good! I like you too, Y/N!” He starts to smile at you, but you shake your head.

“What I’m saying is, you shouldn’t have done that.” You said pissed off.

He gives you a confused stare. “But if we like each other… Why did it matter?”

You let out a frustrated groan, your hands balling into fists.

“Because I didn’t want to have my first kiss like that. You know what, if you can’t understand that, then fuck you.”

You get up from the floor and push your way out of the door, your feet leading you to the front door of Jongin’s house. Your eyes are pounding against your face, and you swore that this was the worst migraine you ever had in your life. You slipped on the shoes you left by the door and reached your hand on the knob. But another hand beats you to it, and you hastily look behind you.

“You can’t just say that, Y/N. What about my feelings? Why are you acting like I did something horrible?” Baekhyun spits at you, and he was definitely more sober than you were. You slam your fists on his chest, tears flying everywhere.

“Just. Stop! Fuck you! I don’t want to be with you.” He lets go of the door handle this time, and you make sure to take advantage of that. You push the door open and race out into the dark.

“Y/N!” Baekhyun yells at you.

You turn around, exhausted and drunk. He just gives you a look, similar to how he did the day he had seen you half naked. There was no emotion on his face, it just felt… empty.

“Stop running away. Stop making problems for yourself. You’re right when you said I could see myself in you. That I can’t change you.” He walks down the steps carefully, like he’s trying to coax a wild animal back to it’s cage.

“But I know that you can’t change your feelings for me. And I know that I want to keep these feelings for you. Just… come back inside. Let me apologize. You don’t mean what you said.”

His lips were shaking, and you could see that he was being honest. That he wanted to make this work, whatever it was. You give him a somber smile, your arms swinging by each side of your body in defeat.

“I meant it.” You gulped, the words float into the night, along with any emotions you had.

You walk back to your house. You make sure to shut your windows and close your blinds before slipping into your bed. It was cold, and the blankets didn’t help your shivering state. All you wanted to do was sleep, and forget everything that had just happened.

But you would come to see the next day that it was definitely not forgotten, when you noticed that Baekhyun wasn’t with Jongin the next morning.

-

You had woken up with a hangover, groaning as you stumbled into your best friend’s house. It was Sunday, and tomorrow would be your graduation. You had all agreed that you would go back to the amusement park that day, to go back to the place where it all started for you guys.

“Where’s… Baekhyun?” You wince as you press a finger to your temple, Jongin sitting on his desk looking at his laptop. His back was turned away from you.

“He’s not coming.” Jongin says coldly.

You frown. “What do you mean he’s not coming? Why not?”

He spins around in his chair, dark circles underneath his eyes as he gives you a disapproving look. “You don’t remember what happened last night?”

You shake your head. You had only remembered walking back to your house, and how cold it was.

He sighs as he brings his head into his hands. “You guys kissed. And you got pissed off. Why, I don’t know. You fucking like him. You told him you didn’t want to be with him, and probably said ‘fuck you’ like… twice?”

You sit on the bed, not saying a word.

“What is wrong with you, Y/N?”

You didn’t listen to that, didn’t ponder on that. Because all that mattered to you was that Baekhyun wasn’t here, and it was all your fault. Why did you get so angry? What the fuck happened last night… and what the fuck was wrong with you?

Jongin tried to call out to you as you ran out of his room. You ignored him. You ran from his house all the way to Baekhyun’s, you didn’t have any shoes on since you didn’t think you’d be doing any of this. You didn’t fucking remember.

As you pant and try to catch your breath when you reach his house, you put your hands on your knees and try to keep your heart from exploding out of your chest. You walk up towards the light blue house, down the cobbled pathway. Your feet hurt, and you could feel small pebbles and debris stuck against the bottom of them. But you didn’t care, you wanted to feel that pain, anything right now. Because you were so afraid if you didn’t say the right thing you wouldn’t feel anything anymore.

You knocked on the door, your hands quickly pushing the strands of hair that stuck to your forehead from the sweat. You didn’t hear anything for a moment until the door swung open. You’re met with Baekhyun’s mother, a sweet woman that you had come to adore. Her eyes reminded you of his, kind and patient.

She looked you up and down, confused.

���Y/N. Are you okay?” Her quiet voice rings out in the silence, and you bite your lip.

“Hello, Ms.Byun. Is Baekhyun home? I need to talk to him.”

She nods her head. “He’s in his room. I think he’s still sleeping. You’re welcome to go and see him.”

You thank her and bow before you quickly walk inside, the house decorated minimally, a few photo frames with Baekhyun, his mother and father. You don’t stop to look at them, instead walking down the hall where his room was. You’re about to open the door before you stop in your tracks. Your hand hovering over the doorknob. What were you even going to say? Your heart is beating faster than ever and you tap your foot nervously, trying to muster up the courage to go inside. But fate decides for you instead.

The door swings open to Baekhyun’s eyes, boring into yours. He looks like he hadn’t slept, his eyes are bloodshot like he had pulled an allnighter. His hair was going in different directions, and you could see some feathers placed sparsely in between tufts of it.

“What?” He says shortly.

Your mouth hangs open, but nothing comes out.

He goes to shut his door again, and you put your foot out to stop it.

“I- I need to talk to you.” You sputter.

He rolls his eyes and leaves the door open, walking back inside his room. You step inside, closing the door behind you. You notice some pillows on his bed were completely destroyed, rips made in them and feathers placed all over his sheets. You grimace as you look around some more. He had posters sprawled against his white wall, all of them of the singer Rain. As you look at his wall some more you notice a lone photo pinned on there, something you definitely didn’t see before as of late.

It was a picture of the two of you, Baekhyun’s arm around your shoulder as you smiled into the camera Jongin was using to snap the shot. As you looked more intently, you saw how Baekhyun wasn’t looking in the same direction you had, he was looking adoringly at you; a smile on his face. You were standing in front of the beach you guys had gone to a while back, and you don’t even realize you’re smiling until a voice snaps you out of thoughts.

“What are you doing here?” He’s sitting on his bed, his legs hanging off the side of it.

You look back at him. “I wanted to say I’m sorry for whatever I said last night.”

He stares at you with a blank expression before he scoffs with a smile on his face.

“Whatever you said? You don’t remember?” You shake your head, and Baekhyun’s eyes trail off your face, looking at his desk.

“You told me to fuck off, basically. You got mad at me for kissing you. Oh yeah, and you also told me you liked me. Not specifically in that order, but yeah.” His tone was sharp, and you felt each word stabbing into you, making you feel small.

“I’m sorry-”

“No. You don’t get to say you’re sorry. You were right. You aren’t going to change. Because you’re too hung up on being perfect, well news flash, Y/N, you’re fucking not. You hurt people around you because you’re too caught up in yourself. You don’t let people in because you’re just so fucking scared all the time. You don’t even come to think of what good things could happen to you if you just stop thinking about yourself for once!” He stood up and swung his hand over his desk, sending books flying to the ground as he fumed at you. He walked up and got right in your face.

“Want to know something, Y/N?” His lips are inches away from yours, and you try to stop yourself from shaking. He looks into your eyes, waiting for a reply, but you don’t say anything.

“I like you.” Your body stills, and his face stays where it’s at, not moving.

“But, fuck you.”

Your eyes sting. You feel your heart breaking.

“You… you don’t mean that.” You say broken.

He smiles at you and scoffs. “I fucking meant it. Get out.”

He turns away from you and sits on his bed. You stand there for a couple more seconds before you rush out of his door, running back to your home. His mother tried to stop you, asking you what happened, but you just said you were sorry. You spent the entire day moping in your room, not bothering to let your mother come in even though she yelled at you to unlock your door. You didn’t want to see anyone, you were crushed.

You weren’t happy when you walked on the stage in your high school stadium the next day. You didn’t bother smiling at your mother as you shook hands with your principal as he handed you your diploma. Jongin tried to cheer you up by taking you out to eat afterwards, the two of you sitting in silence as you stared numbly at the noodles placed in front of you.

“You’re going to be okay.” He kept repeating to you. But it didn’t matter. You weren’t going to be okay. Because you just ruined your chances with someone that you wanted to be in your life forever. You wanted Baekhyun, but you were so full of yourself that your old ways came back to destroy any chances. You were completely, and utterly, broken.

-

But that was 6 years ago. You were 23 now, and you graduated from university 2 years ago. You had made somewhat of a name for yourself as the CEO of a company you had started. It was based around the stock market. You were a multi millionaire, constantly in the press and being talked about. You stayed friends with Jongin, who ended up becoming famous as a choreographer for Korean groups, and even for western entertainment.

Your life was exactly what you wanted it to be, the way you wanted it to be since you were younger. Your mother lived in a luxurious house that you paid for yourself in the very heart of Seoul, and she didn’t have to worry about working anymore. You made sure of that. She claimed that she didn’t need any of that, that she was fine where she used to live. But you wouldn’t accept that.

“Mom, I told you I would take care of you when I was older. Now I am. Please accept this and don’t complain to me anymore.” You sat across from her in the restaurant you got a reservation for. It had taken you multiple phone calls and whining to her to even accept going there with you, months, just because she stated it was too, ‘fancy’.

She took a sip of water before placing it down. “How’s Jongin doing?”

You smile as you pick at your food. “Good. We see each other everyday since he’s staying in Korea for the time being. He went to LA for a while to help some back-up dancers for a well known artist.”

Your mother nodded. “What about that other friend of yours, what was his name?”

You stop picking at your food, and you look back up at her.

“Baekhyun?” You hadn’t thought about him for years. After the big fight you had, he had left straight after graduation. Not bothering to say goodbye to you, he just packed his things and went on his way. But it wasn’t like you made any effort to get in contact with him, you were so hurt that you tried to erase any memories of him.

Her eyes brightened. “Yes! Baekhyun. His mother called me not too long ago, she said he’s a successful CEO of a music company.”

That, you didn’t know. You always assumed Baekhyun would do something great, he was smart. You knew he was capable of anything he put his mind to, and you found yourself smiling at your food as you thought of him running a music company. It was perfect, it fit him. You could still remember him singing to you in the hallway of your school the first time you met him. And oh. You could still remember how much you liked him.

“That’s good. Good for him.” You let a dry cough out, and you place your fork down to smooth out your black blazer. You had gotten off of work only two hours ago, so you didn’t have time to switch out of your ‘big girl clothes’, as Jongin would say. You would laugh at him and say your two piece suits were comfortable and made you look important.

“Why don’t you ever go see him? Whatever happened to him, Y/N?” Your mother pressed.

“Nothing happened. He just… we got into a fight.” You state in a monotone voice.

Your mother looks at you softly.

“You know ever since your father left, you always took care of me. You were my sweet, hard working girl. But I never saw you ever take care of yourself. It broke my heart.”

You look at her sentimentally. “But I did take care of myself. I hung out with Jongin-”

“But no one else helped you more than that other boy. I had never seen you so happy. Please,” She takes your hand in yours, and you purse your lip, “you have everything you could ever want now. Can’t you look into the things that your heart truly wants?”

You feel your chest cave in, your heart clenching as you let tears drop down.

“Y-yes, mom.” She does nothing but smile at you, continuing to hold your hand.

“Now. Why don’t you call him? Go and see him right now.” You look at her stunned.

“I just got you to have dinner with me at this restaurant for months, and you’re telling me to leave? You didn’t even order any food yet, mom.” You couldn’t help but laugh.

She releases your hand and waves you off. “It’s too much money. I have some food I made at home. It’s healthier anyways. I’ll call myself a cab. Just go.”

And that was all you needed to hear, really. You kissed your mother goodbye and headed to your car. You pull your phone out of your purse and scroll until you reach your best friend’s contact information.

“Hello?” Jongin’s voice rang out.

You smiled at the sound of his voice. “Hey. I had a question.”

You could hear some rustling on the other end, and guessed that he was in bed.

“Ah… this couldn’t have waited until morning? I was about to fall asleep.”

“I was wondering if you knew Baekhyun’s number.”

Silence.

“Baekhyun? You haven’t spoken about him in years, Y/N. Why do you want it?”

You could picture him with a confused look on his face, his lips protruding in a pout.

You sigh. “I just… I want to talk to him. See how he’s doing. Do you have it?”

“No.” You felt yourself sink into the seat of your car.

“But his mother calls me every now and then. She talks to me since he’s busy most of the time, and doesn't see her as much. She knows I still hang out with him.”

“You do?” You question.

“Uh… yeah. Just because you two ended things didn’t mean we did. I don’t have his number because he changes it so often. I usually just wait for him to call me. I’ll give you his mother’s number if you want.”

You nod to yourself, your confidence making a comeback.

“Yes. Text it to me. Bye Nini.”

“Hey-” You hung up your phone and waited for the three little dots to appear in your messages. As soon as he sent the number, you clicked on it and raised the phone to your ear.

Your heart was beating against your chest, a feeling you didn’t really experience too often, something that only occured when you were a silly and immature girl. You hear the line ring multiple times and you feel like she wasn’t going to pick up. You start to drag your phone down until you hear a small,

“Hello?”

You almost drop your phone as you listen to the woman’s voice.

“Ms. Byun?” You whisper.

“Yes, that’s me. May I ask who’s calling?”

“It’s me. Y/N.” Your fingers are starting to sweat, and you wondered why you felt like you had just finished jogging a marathon. It wasn’t like you were talking to Baekhyun himself.

“Y/N! Oh it’s so nice to hear from you. What can I do for you?”

“You too! I was wondering if you had Baekhyun’s phone number?” You tapped your foot near the gas pedal in your car, your other hand thumping against the wheel.

She paused for a moment. “I don’t have his number. But he’s actually home right now! He came to visit me.”

“He’s… back home? Like our childhood neighborhood?” You say confused.

“Yes! He’s such a hard working boy. He runs his own company now, you know. But he’s not home at this exact moment… I think he told me he was going to see the school.”

That was all you needed to know.

“Thank you so much. I have to go now, Ms.Byun.”

“Of course. Please, call me whenever you’d like.”

You thank her again, and you throw your phone into the seat next to you. You start up your car and quickly start to head back home.

-

You managed to get there in a mere 30 minutes, probably less if you had decided to speed up a little more. You did your best to get there in one piece, you were so terrified of going back here again. The place that you left with awful memories, ones that you tried to escape from. You looked at the time on your phone before you exited your car; 7:30. As you park in an empty parking lot, you step out and look across the humble and small streets. You can remember walking along them, and you can visualize you and Jongin walking, laughing as he gave you a funny face.

You smile, and suddenly the two of you disappear from your eyes. You start to walk down until you reach the town’s small center of restaurants and such. You pause in front of the bakery you used to frequent everyday, and you look into the window with surprise that they’re open. You open up the glass door, a bell ringing as it closes behind you.

A young woman stands at the register, powder on her cheek. You offer her a smile while she looks back at you in shock.

“Oh my god. You’re Y/N. I see you on tv all the time!” She looked around 18 or so, and you nod back at her.

“Yeah. You have something on your face,” You point to her cheek, and she blushes, wiping off the white substance, “Can I have some sweet bread?”

“Of course!” She leaves the register and pulls out the packaged bread, and before you reach out to get it, you ask her something.

“Can I get two of them actually?” You grin.

“O-Of course! Here, it’s on the house. We’re about to close anyway.”

You take the loaves and shake your head. You pull out a fifty dollar bill and hand it over to her.

“Thank you for being so nice. Have a good night.” She starts to say something but you quickly make your way out, giggling to yourself as you walk down the streets you used to know so well.

And there you were, finally. Standing under the pale moonlight of your school. It had received quite the makeover since you had last seen it, the buildings painted a blinding white coat, accented with dark blue pieces. You stepped past the gate, looking around in amazement. You didn’t think about this place for 6 years, and now you’re back. And you can feel yourself starting to shy back into the stubborn and fragile girl you used to be.

It wasn’t until you looked towards the field that your heart began to stop beating. A small figure sitting on the bench, looking up towards the sky. You knew who it was, and you didn’t think you could move your legs to go and approach him.

“What am I doing?” You asked yourself. You look at the two loaves of bread in your hands, and you start to hyperventilate.

Sure, you had the drive and determination to get here and try and see him, but in the back of your head you were wishing and hoping he wouldn’t be here. So you didn’t have to get your heart broken all over again. You never did date like you had thought you would, instead you once again focused completely on your studies. It wasn’t like you wanted to date either. Because no one would ever compare to him.

“Hello?” A deep voice shouted out towards you. Your feet begin to scramble, wanting to look for a place to hide yourself, but you try to control them.

You take a deep gulp. “Hi!” You wave the two loaves of bread in the air, and you can see the man look confused. He puts his hands over his eyes, like a pair of binoculars. You could see his eyes widen in surprise, and then a smile erupts on his face. He suddenly starts to run over to you, and you find yourself doing the same thing.

Your black heels are stomping on the concrete and the heels of your feet are screaming in pain, but you didn’t mind that. In fact, you start to smile, because it’s been so long since you felt anything. The two of you stop, breathing hard in front of each other. He was wearing a white collared button up and some black slacks. His once black hair was dyed a chocolate brown. His lips still maintained the dusty pink you would fantasize about kissing in your bedroom as a teenager. His face was slimmed down, and you notice that he lost a lot of weight since you had last seen him. Not that he was chubby or anything when you were younger but, he felt more like a real man now.

“Hi.” He says raspily. His eyes glowed towards you, and your cheeks were hurting from how hard you were smiling.

“Hey.”

He looks down at your hands that carried the bread. He lets out a hearty laugh, clapping his hands together before looking back up to you, pink erupting on his own cheeks.

“I can’t believe you got some. When I first got back here two days ago I was practically living off of them. They’re just as good as the first time you gave it to me.”

You did nothing but give him a warm smile as you handed over the loaf, gently touching the knuckles of his hand. You could feel the electricity burn in your body as he lingered for a second longer, then retracting his hand completely.

“Um… how are you doing? I’m sorry this is so weird-” He pulled you in for a hug, and your hands hung by either side of you, one clutching the bread tightly.

“I missed you.” He whispers in your ear.

You regain consciousness from the abrupt interaction and close your eyes and lean into his touch. You wrap your arms around his back and take a deep breath, smelling his clothes. It smelled like lavender, and you giggled. He feels the vibration of your laughter and chuckles into your hair, one hand holding the back of your head.

“What’s so funny?” He mumbled.

“You still use the same laundry detergent since high school?”

“Hey, it smells good. It makes my clothes really soft too.” He pulls back and gives you a toothy grin. “You still remember what I used to smell like? What are you, a pervert or something?”

You blush, trying to maintain your cool. “I’m no pervert. I just come to appreciate when a man smells good.”

You trail past him, walking towards the bench that he was seated on not too long ago. He takes a place next to you, and you could feel the warmth where you sat, he must have been here for a while, you thought.

He places his loaf next to him on the bench and turns his head to look at you, his eyes painted with curiosity.

“How did you find me?” He asked you.

“I uh, got into contact with Nini and asked him for your number. But he didn’t have it. So I got your mother’s number and she told me you were here.” You kind of just blurted it out, your nerves getting the best of you. You felt like you were in high school all over again, becoming a blubbering mess in front of your first love.

“You’re like a stalker or something.” He laughs. He stretched his hands out as he cracked his fingers, and your eyes didn't miss how he pushed his sleeves past his forearm, exposing the  bulging veins protruding from his carved muscled arms. You gulp.

“I just felt like I needed to see you. Talk about things.” You look towards the field, it still maintained its healthiness even after all those years.

“Well, I run my own company now. BBH Entertainment. That’s been going good. One of the groups I oversee is on the top of Billboard every time they release an album. They’re pretty popular. To be honest, I kind of have been doing okay actually. Okay, scratch that, I’ve been terrible.” He chuckles weakly and looks up at the sky.

“You’ve been doing good, from what I’ve seen though. Ms.Millionaire over here.” He nudges your foot with his, and you shake your head.

“It’s nothing. I just studied my ass off in school. Managed to get everything set up and fate did the rest for me. But I can say I’ve been doing the same as well. Terrible.” You sigh as you put your head on the palms of your hand. You frown looking over at him, giving him a look.

“Why have you been doing terrible?” You pester at him.

Baekhyun takes a deep breath before shrugging. “I just kind of reverted back into my old ways. I guess you kind of rubbed off on me. When I got into school I just went into study mode, it was like that all four years. I barely went out, didn’t talk to anyone. I was depressed. I guess I brought that along with me to my job. I’ve been ignoring and avoiding the people in my life for a while now, this is the first time I’ve seen my mom in like… 5 years.”

He counted five fingers on his hand before he sighs and drops it back down. You couldn’t help but to relate to him. You also spent all your time working, not bothering to give yourself some very much needed relaxation. You found the more time you spent alone and not keeping yourself occupied, the more you started to think about the past. Just like how you did earlier that evening, after you got off of work before coming to the restaurant. It was truly depressing, knowing how lonely you were.

“I feel the same way. I kind of blocked everyone out. I see my mom every now and then. I got her a house in the city so she was closer to me and I didn’t have to commute over here for… reasons.” You trail off on your last sentence, the memory of the fight you had with Baekhyun resurfacing.

He hesitantly puts his hand over yours on the bench, your hand flinches for a moment before you let him hold it.

“...I’m sorry. For how I handled things back then, Y/N.” His voice is laced with sadness, and your throat hitches as you watch him speak.

“I was so angry. That night. I didn’t understand why you got so mad at me when I kissed you. It took me a while to understand… to see things from your perspective. I shouldn’t have done that. Regardless of us drinking and shit. As an angsty and horny teenager my body reacted on impulse, and I apologize.” You tighten your hand over his and smile weakly.

“It’s fine. I shouldn’t have cussed you out. I shouldn’t have said any of those things to you, I just…” You pause as you try to form the right words, “I was scared. I was scared of being with you and thinking that if we dated then I wouldn’t put all my focus into school. That I would fail and ruin any chance of becoming successful. But I put my needs first when it came to us. When it came to you. I was selfish. I’m sorry.”

He looks at you, and you do the same. The moon cast a glow on his face, highlighting his cheekbones and nose. You blink, and suddenly you’re looking at a younger Baekhyun, one in a school uniform, his black hair covering his forehead and giving you a grin. Your heart pounds, and you don’t stop yourself from reaching your hand out and touching his cheek. You let your fingers tenderly graze his face, memorizing each detail of it.

He grabs your hand that was on his cheek and holds it tightly. You purse your lips and look into his eyes, searching for something, anything.

“You know, I've never met someone like you. After all these years, you were the only person I thought about.” Baekhyun softly says.

You blink gingerly, “I… me too.”

The blood rushes to your face and warms your entire body, and you could see the pink tint appearing on his as well. He keeps a hold of your hand on his face before he asks you faintly.

“Can I kiss you, Y/N?”

“Yes.”

Just like that his lips are crashing onto yours, and you press up against him, your chest clashing with his. His lips are soft, and they taste like berries, they continue to put pressure against yours. You raise one of your hands to tangle into his soft locks, and he brings his right hand over your neck, controlling your head movement to match his pace while he kisses you.

You feel his left hand grabbing your waist, and something begins to build up inside of you. That feeling you only got whenever you would please yourself in your room late at night. The thoughts of your first crush only appeared to you whenever you had closed your eyes… he was here in front of you right now. Kissing you.

You pull back from him, a string of salvia following your movement, dripping down from your lip. He eyes that carefully, and you could see the look in his eyes change from something innocent to pure lust. You felt the similar feeling washing over you as well, but something inside of you told you to tell him before anything would transpire.

“I just wanted to say… I like you so much, Baekhyun,” Your voice shakes as you speak.

“I always have, and stop me if I say something wrong but over the years, I never wanted to say it because I was terrified of the thought that I had lost you… but I loved you. I think I always did.” The confidence you tried to emit while saying that didn’t exactly come out like how you hoped, but it came out more vulnerable, raw.

Baekhyun just shook his head as he pushed your head closer to yours, your noses touching as he gripped your face with both hands.

“No, I always loved you too. I always will, Y/N. God, you don’t know how long I wanted to say that to you. No idea.” He looks back down on your lips, and aggressively kisses you for the second time that night.

It started off rough, and it only got dirtier after that. He began to slip his tongue past your lips, begging for more, to be inside of you. You accept his request, circling your tongues together, your lips grazing one another as you both try to fight for dominance. He pecks your lips as he retracts his tongue, moving his attention to your neck. You expose it to him with ease, your arms wrapping around his neck as a string of moans slide out from your throat.

“I want to…” He huffs against your skin, biting lightly, “make love to you. Right now.”

Your stomach starts to do back flips, the place between your thighs beginning to beat. You couldn’t help but start to rub your legs together, looking for some friction to satisfy your neediness. You shake your head speedily.

“Okay. Yeah. Yes.” You breathe out. He removes his lips from your throat, and you realize he had begun to suck on the skin there, you could feel the soreness from the hickey he had just given you. The thought that you would be able to proudly display that fueled a stronger desire to let him ravish you.

He smiles at you before he gets up and brings you with him as well. He licks his lips as he takes your blazer off before throwing it on the grass of the field, making a blanket of some sort. Your heart races as that, realizing that the two of you were going to do this… out in the open. You look at him, half turned on and half confused.

“You mean you want to do this… right now? Right here?” You let out a nervous chuckle.

He all but looks at you mischievously, nodding. “What? You’re nervous we’ll get caught?”

You shake your head, trying to put a confident front up. “No. Just confirming with you.”

You plop yourself on the blazer you were just wearing, laying down on it. Baekhyun’s eyes glint at the view before him, and let’s his body fall on top of yours, towering over you. You smile at him before you initiate the kiss this time, and he melts right into you. You start to mindlessly rub your crotch against his, your hips bucking every now and then. You feel his hand suddenly grabbing your hip, stilling you from proceeding further. He pulls back and smirks.

“Let me please you first.” Just like that, your heart begins to beat crazily. He starts by lifting your shirt up a little, kissing your stomach lightly. His eyes looking at you every time his lips would leave your bare skin before he would place another kiss. He brought his hands to unbutton your pants, and swiftly pulled them down. You were wearing a pair of white lacy underwear, adorned with a rose at the top of it. You had initially bought them because you thought they were cute, but in this moment they felt dirty on your body, a piece of sexy material that made Baekhyun’s heart race just by looking at it.

He starts to kiss the fabric covering your lady parts, (Embarrassing name for them, you knew, but you were too shy to call it anything else), and you felt yourself becoming wet. Just from a simple kiss. Your mind started to race, and one thought alone brought you out of your euphoric moment. You brought your body up on your elbows, digging them into the dirt, looking at him with worry. He stopped what he was doing and raised his head at you.

“Did I do something wrong?” He pressed.

You bit your lip, uneasiness flooding within your veins as you gazed into his eyes.

“N-no. I just… I’m… a…” You felt shy even saying it.

“Virgin? You’re a virgin, Y/N?” He looks at you distraught, his expression alone could have made you laugh under normal circumstances, but right now you were terrified to see it.

You nod shyly, and you bring one of your arms up, your hand covering your face.

“I just never had time to meet anyone. I work all the time and I never even thought about it before, if you don’t want to do it anymore, I understand-”

He simply rises back up to you and plants a kiss on you, shutting you up. He comes back to look at you with a sweet, endearing smile.

“I think it’s cute that you’re a virgin. You don’t have to worry about that. Let me make you feel good, Y/N.” You could feel that twisty knot feeling in your stomach again, and you mutter a small, ‘okay’, and watch him dip his head back to where it was. You lay back down on the grass again, and you let him do exactly that, make you feel good.

He brought his fingers to pull down your underwear, and you could feel the cool air hit your core, making your pussy twitch. He finally takes them off completely, placing them on the grass somewhere, along with the shoes you were still wearing. He starts by kissing above your vagina, the tickling sensation almost makes you want to laugh, but you hold it in. He lets his tongue slide down to your left thigh, where he begins to suck and bite on it, leaving yet again, another hickey on your virgin body. He moans into you, and you look down at him, shyly putting your hands in his hair.

He flashes you a look before he rests his pretty lips on your clit, and you tighten your grip on his locks. He shuts his eyes, and that’s when he started to suck and flick his tongue against you. You sensitively moan, never experiencing this sensation before, and with the sudden confidence that he was doing well, Baekhyun started to move his tongue faster. He sucked harshly on you, your clit becoming swollen by mere seconds of him changing his tempo. His hands dug into your thighs, his fingernails pinching you. If anything, that’s what made you spill over the edge even more.

He drew back his face from your dripping core, and you could see your cum plastered on his chin. He wiped it off and let out a small chuckle before he started to undo his belt. Your nails are digging into the dirt now, you bite your lip at the beautiful sight of the tent erupting from his boxers. He pulled his shirt over his head and you collectively salivated at the sight. He was extremely toned, a subtle 6 pack on display for you, his lower regions that led to his cock were perfectly formed into a ‘V’ shape. His arms were practically bulging out, the detailed muscles flexing as he began to shimmy out of his boxers, his cock hitting his abdomen.

You unconsciously lick your lips, and to that he gave a devilish smile.

“Do you like what you see, Y/N?” He moves on top of you, his hand caressing your face as he tauntingly grinds his dick on your wetness, making you shiver.

“Y-yes.” You felt submissive under his touch, he could do anything to you right now and you wouldn’t refuse him.

He smirks before he shifts his mood to look serious, “I’m going to be slow. You need to tell me if I hurt you, okay?”

Your breath hitches and you try to mentally prepare for what will happen. You were losing your virginity to the boy you never thought you’d ever see again, the man who you loved. You could feel yourself relaxing, this was Baekhyun. He would take care of you.

“I trust you.”

That was all it took for him to look down, using his right arm to guide his throbbing cock inside of your needy pussy. Immediately, you clench tightly around him and close your eyes, bringing your hands to his bare back, to hold him closer. Holy shit, this fucking hurt.

You feel his cock getting swallowed by you, and the feeling of being stuffed like this made another flood erupt from your body. He stutters, his breath coming out in intervals, like he was trying to keep it together. “You’re so fucking tight.”

“I can’t believe you fit, I didn’t think you would. You’re so big.” You breathily whisper.

He looks at you, a blank expression plastered. “I’m not all the way in yet, Y/N.”

Your eyes widen as you look down, confirming with him that he was definitely not all the way in. You could see half of his cock still hasn’t entered you yet, and you gulp. He notices your nervousness and moves his free hand to rub your clit, moving slowly in circles, and a groan escapes from you. He starts to push himself deeper inside of you, and at first the stretch burns, it was excruciating even, but the way he made sure to focus on your comfort by pleasing you overcame that pain.

You suddenly feel the base of his cock hit your body, and you let a throaty sigh out. He was shaking above you, and you put your hands on his shoulders, tapping your fingers, motioning him to move, to do anything.

He slowly pulls back and thrusts back inside of you, your eyes widening in the immense pleasure that came to you in a wave, and suddenly you don’t want this feeling to end. He grunts above you, quickening his pace every moment he slams into you, the sound of your pussy juices ringing in your ears.

“Baekhyun… Mmh… you feel so good.” Your mouth dangles open, and you moan loudly, throwing your head back.

“Yeah, baby? My cock fills you up so fucking good. You’re taking it so well.” He growls as he speeds up, his cock pulsating and growing bigger with the help of your high pitched squeals.

“I think… I’m going to cum.” Your brain scrambles, trying to say anything to him. You could feel your walls clenching around him tighter than usual, your stomach twisting into knots.

“Y/N.” He grabs your face with your hand as his movements become sloppy, his cock beginning to slow down, and you frown. You look into his eyes, and you could read the love he had for you written all over his face.

“I love you.” Your heart speeds up, and you gasp as he picks up the pace once again.

“I-I love you too.” You stutter.

You both orgasm together, you moaning in bliss, while he lets out a whiny moan. He collapses on you, his face finding comfort in the crevice of your neck. You could hear him breathing rapidly, trying to catch his breath as you feel him pumping you with his cum. He slides off of you, laying next to you on the makeshift blanket he made.

You look at the stars in the sky, and you remember the ferris wheel. You smile to yourself as you continue to catch your breath, and you raise your hand up, pointing to them. Baekhyun follows your gaze and mimics your stare up to the sky.

“...When we were on that ferris wheel. The night we kind of had our first fight… I remember how I laid in bed that night thinking that I could touch them.”

Baekhyun lays there, a smile transpiring across his face. You look at him, a side smile appears on yours as you look back up.

“Which is stupid. No one can touch stars. But when I thought about it,” You suck in your breath, bringing your hand back down, “I realized I only felt like that because you were with me.”

You drape your arm around his chest, and he looks at you adoringly. He opens his mouth while the apple of cheeks brighten.

“When I first met you that day, and you gave me the bread? My first thought was- I never once had been given a gift before. I mean, like, my parents never gave me any type of rewards for being good at school or anything. My father didn’t believe in that. He always said, ‘Good behavior shouldn’t be awarded, it should be expected’. So… receiving that from you kind of showed some appreciation for everything that I did. Like, I did good in school and the reward I got was you. And the delicious bread.” He finished off with a laugh as he moved his face closer to yours.

“I’m glad I gave you bread that day.” You giggle.

He kisses you before he sits back up, looking down at his exposed dick. He watches as you get up as well, looking down at it as well. He jokingly covers it, a frightened look on his face.

“You pervert! Stop looking!” You laugh hard, pushing him over as you get your soiled and wet underwear from off the grass. The both of you finish putting the rest of your clothes on in silence before you go back to the bench.

He picked up the untouched bread that sat there and coughed, causing you to look at him.

“Before we go, I have two questions for you. Actually, three.” He says in a cute tone, sounding like a child reciting the alphabet.

You roll your eyes, “Yeah? What are these three questions, sir?”

Baekhyun walks with you, slowly taking each step to the entrance of the school. You link your arms with him, peering under your eyelashes at him.

“First, I want to take you somewhere right now. Second, you can spend the night at my house. And third,” He pauses as he removes his arm from yours and steps in front of you, cocking his head and beaming, “Will you be my girlfriend, Y/N?”

You cover your smile with your hand, snorting. “First, the first two ‘questions’, (You put your fingers in air quotes), weren’t questions. But I accept both of them. Thirdly,” You step up to him and kiss his lips. You linger for a couple of seconds, nothing special. Just a simple peck. You pull back and sparkle at him.

“Yes, I’ll be your girlfriend Baekhyun.”

He suddenly yells out, causing you to cover your ears from the abrupt noise, laughing at him. He starts to jump up and down, swinging his fist in the air as he smiles at you, grinning from ear to ear. He pulls your face into his with both hands, giving you a kiss and letting his lips pop off with an exaggerated smacking noise.

“Shut up! You’re being too loud,” Secretly loving the reaction he gave you.

“How can I not be? The most beautiful girl in the world just said she’d be my girlfriend?” He wraps his arm around your shoulder as he guides out of the school, a place that you’ll cherish forever.

You weren’t sure where he was planning on taking you at 8 o'clock at night, but you did agree to letting him surprise you. You walk on the gravel road and reach the sidewalk, realizing you were heading back into the town. Baekhyun covers your eyes as you notice the familiar area coming into view.

“Where are we going?” You’re giggling as you clumsily put one foot over each other, weary of tripping.

“Someplace I think you’ll like.” He responds in a sing-song voice.

Suddenly, he stops you as he moves your body to face forward. You stand there in confusion, and when you can’t wait any longer for him to take your eyes off your face, you tear them off yourself.

You stood in front of the Arcade, the red neon sign illuminating against your skin. You let out a quick breath, smiling. You dip your head back to look at Baekhyun, who brought his hands next to his face and shook them, like he was surprising you.

“Jongin used to tell me that you guys played here a lot. When I moved here 6 years ago this was the first place I ran to. I want to show you something.” He picked up your hand and entered inside. You let him drag you as you looked around, the place didn’t change at all. A young boy was sitting behind the desk, scrolling on his phone. He looked at you guys for a moment before he let you know that he was going to close soon.

“Arcade closes in 30 minutes.” He returns to look at his phone, the tight knitted expression on his face not changing.

“Thanks, boss.” Baekhyun replies as he rolls his eyes at you, and continues to tug you further inside. You hadn’t thought about this place in years, and you let your eyes close for a second, the smell of coins filling your senses. You smile as the two of you stop in front of an old friend of yours.

“Space Battle!” You rush over to the machine, taking note of the rusted button panel and peeling stickers adorning the game you played when you were younger.

“Wait. You know about Space Battle?” Baekhyun stands next to you as you happily take in the starting screen. You whisk your head to face him, nodding.

“I used to play this all the time. I had the high score for the longest, but someone beat it after just a couple of weeks after my months of hard work. Jongin took me here before I had met you and I tried to beat it for like… two hours. My hands were killing me.” You remember how angry you were over a stupid game, but it sat with you sentimentally. You grin and shake your head as you look back at the screen. It began to fizzle out, and the list of high scores popped up.

kyoong04

bookworm27

You couldn’t believe it. You were still fucking second place.

“Wow I’m surprised no one has beaten my high score, it’s been like… 6 years.”

Baekhyun looks at you with wide eyes as you look at him with a shocked expression.

“You’re kyoong04?”

Realization dawns on him, and he looks at the screen. He looks back at you, a smile erupting on his face.

“You’re bookworm27? It took me 5 hours to beat your high score, princess.”

You take into account the cute nickname he gave you, but that was the last thing in your head right now. You could not believe that Baekhyun was the one who had beaten your high score, and you really couldn’t believe that he was now doubling over, laughing as he held his stomach.

“Jongin told me you were obsessed with a game here, but he couldn’t remember what it was called. He said you were pissed off that someone decided to take your crown. I can’t believe that it’s you!” He continued to laugh as you looked at him deranged, still not believing your ears.

You huff. “I’m going to get some coins and beat it right now.”

You start to walk away from him, but he grabs your arm. He shakes his head as a couple of giggles escape from him.

“It’s late. You won’t be able to beat my highscore, Y/N. If it means that much to you, I’ll just buy it off the owner or something. Then we can play it anytime you want,” He bops your nose, “and keep failing to beat me at it.”

You scoff as you turn your back to him, and you just know that he’s grinning like an idiot. You say goodnight to the boy and he waves you both off, eyes still glued to his phone. Baekhyun leads you back to his house, the cold air feeling warmer when you’re next to him. Crickets were chirping in the background as you both quietly made it to the door of his home, him looking back at you and putting a finger to his mouth, ‘Be quiet’.

He slowly opens the door that was left unlocked, and you cover your mouth to not make any noise. He takes you down the hall and pushes you inside his room softly, closing the door behind him.

You stand there as you take in his room, the desk and bed sheets were still the same as they were the last time you had been there. Only now, the desk was completely barren, and you could see a thin film of dust formed on it. The bedsheets looked as though they had been freshly washed compared to the state of the abandoned dusty room. His walls were empty, except for one thing that hung by a thumbtack.

You rush forward, hopping on his bed like a child, inching closer to the photo. You unpin it from the wall, grasping the photo of the two of you. The edges of it were yellowed now, and a few specks of dust were scattered on it. You gently blow on it, ridding it of the debris. You run your fingers over Baekhyun’s face, your heart melting as you look at the lovesick expression he had.

You feel the bed dip as Baekhyun sits next to you, his legs criss crossed. He grabs the photo from you gently, staring at it with a small smile.

“I used to look at this photo everytime I fell asleep.” He whispers to you, making sure he wasn’t being too loud.

Your heart leaps from your chest as you blush. “That’s really cute.”

He grins at you before he reaches his arm out to his desk, laying the bittersweet memory down.

He grabs you and lays you down next to him in his bed, earning a small giggle from you. He looks at you with that loving gaze, and you can’t help but feel yourself falling for him all over again.

“I love you, Y/N.”

“I love you too, Baekhyun.”

[pixiebyun]

that’s right! i’m baekku-chan!

[pixiebyun]

Telephone

PAIRING || Baekhyun x female reader ft. Kibum, Taeyeon, Taeyong, Irene

GENRES || Horror, 911 operator Baekhyun, X-EXO Baekhyun.

SUMMARY || The telephone calls from his ex girlfriend was scaring him. Especially when she claimed that he murdered her.

WC || 1.8k

WARNINGS || horror, character deaths

A/N || This story probably isn’t that scary but I loved it so much. Off lately I’ve become really interested in 911 calls and so I really wanted to do this for Baekhyun as he had got the highest number of votes along with Kai.

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“911, please state your emergency.”

Static. He waited for a minute more but there still wasn’t any sound coming from the other side.

Baekhyun sighed exasperatedly, sure that this was another prank call. Halloween night was looming close which also meant teenagers found it funny to call the operators up at night to scare them.

But he was used to this. After all, this was what he was trained for.

He was about to hang up the call when he heard a sound. Immediately he jerked back the phone to his ear and strained them to hear anything, but now he could hear a buzzing sound.

“Hello? How can I help-”

“Help.”

He inhaled sharply, the woman’s raspy voice very clear in the empty office. Baekhyun was the only one serving shift in his floor currently, and the only thing accompanying him was the soft beeping on the seven screens in front of him and the buzzing of the fluorescent tube lights above him.

“Ma'am, what is happening?”

His fingers flew across the keyboard, noting down the number first and then quickly texting the other department to find out the location of the call.

“Pl-please help. Make him stop.” The woman whispered,  her ragged breath harsh against his ears.

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[pixiebyun]

IT'S A DATE. — [ IV ] (final)

PAIRING ― baekhyun x f!reader

GENRE ― strangers to lovers, fluff

RATING ― teen

SUMMARY ― when sehun forced out on a double date, you never expected that you'd fall so hard for the man that sat across from you.

WARNINGS ― language, sexual innuendos

LENGTH ― 1.5k

TAG LIST — @bbh-kji @endzii23 @greasywall @mayzerofour @pvtbbh @strongbabyjbb @taemin-jaemin

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𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

Your last relationship didn’t end in chaos. You both loved each other, but the timing just wasn't right. He was always busy, you were always busy, and you never really enough time for each other, so it was pointless to continue when it simply wasn’t going to work.

Though the agreement was that you’d eventually get back together, you weren’t upset when he moved on, and for a while, you wondered if maybe it was your turn to move on as well. But, the thought never lasted too long once you remembered that you still didn’t have time for anyone else.

But, you’d been spending so much time with Baekhyun, enough for you to develop feelings for him; clearly it wasn’t an issue anymore, and when you thought about it, it hadn’t been for a while. You were sure that you were ready for a relationship, and the only person you wanted to be with was Baekhyun.

However, you still had to consider his feelings. Yes, things were going well for you, you’d been on several dates with him, and you enjoyed every second you spend with him despite the confusion he stirred within you. But what about him? Even if he did feel butterflies whenever you came around just like you felt towards him, there was still something there that prevented him from taking the next step with you, and you didn’t want to put any pressure on him to do so.

And unfortunately, that also meant that you had to put some distance between you. No more spending every free moment with him, no more flirting, and no more movie nights.

And despite Sehun’s coaxing, you refused to confess your feelings to him, not any time soon.

“He’s just as much of an idiot as you are. No offence,” Sehun said, jarring you out of your thoughts.

He had invited you to get lunch with him, which you accepted since you hadn’t spent much time with him lately, and you felt bad. Though, you were currently reconsidering that. “I didn’t even mention him,” you said with a roll of your eyes.

But Sehun had known you for such a long time that he was aware that the reason you were being so silent was because of your thoughts running rampant about Baekhyun. You couldn’t exactly blame him.

“You both clearly like each other and neither of you are doing anything about it. You’re not kids; at some point one of you will have to say something otherwise this whole thing will fall apart,” he warned you. You hated when he was right.

But, despite what you felt towards Baekhyun, you were willing to let it fall apart. If he didn’t want a relationship and he accepted one with you anyway, it would fall apart eventually, but with more feelings involved.

He pulled out his phone at the sound of a notification, and by the dumb grin on his face, you already knew who it was. “Eunji is on her way here,” he informed you. “And she’s bringing Baekhyun with her.”

Just hearing his name made your heart race. As much as you appreciated not being the third wheel, seeing Baekhyun right now wouldn’t do either of you any good. “Right now?” you asked.

“Yeah. Right now,” he said with a raised brow. “Why do you seem so scared to see him? Did I miss something?”

“Not really, just… I’ve been trying to put some distance between us. I haven’t seen him a week, so I’m nervous,” you explained, taking a deep breath. “I don’t want to keep falling for him if this isn’t going anywhere.”

“I understand.” He said, giving you a reassuring smile. “But, it’s kinda too late to just back out of this silently now. You’ve gotten so close to him; if you really think it’s not gonna go anywhere, you’ll have to tell him.”

You mulled over Sehun’s words for a moment. Again, you hated when he was right, but you didn’t know how to talk to Baekhyun about it, and you weren’t even entirely sure if you were ready to let this whole thing go just yet.

“There they are,” Sehun informed you, nodding towards Eunji and Baekhyun walking towards you. The distance didn’t change anything for him, it seemed, because he approached you with a broad smile, opening his arms for a hug.

When you fell into his arms, he held you tight, swaying with you in his arms. “I missed you so much,” he mumbled right before letting you go.

He sat down next to you, not taking his eyes off of you for a second while you desperately attempted to avoid the churning in your stomach. You tried not say much to him, especially when he flirted with you, only smiling and giving a hum in response.

You thought you were being subtle about it, since he didn’t seem to be bothered or any less of himself, and the conversation was mostly being led by Sehun anyway. But, once Sehun had to leave, Eunji followed along, leaving you alone with Baekhyun.

“Well… I think it’s time for me to go too,” you announced, rising from your seat. “It was nice seeing you again.”

He stood up with you, and the smile on his face was there, but it didn’t quite meet his eyes. “It was nice seeing you again too, but did I… do something wrong?”

Maybe you weren’t as subtle as you thought. You sighed, finally meeting his eyes. The last thing you wanted to do was hurt him, but from the looks of it, that’s exactly what you were doing. You couldn’t run from this anymore. “You didn’t do anything wrong. Not at all,” you replied, but he seemed unconvinced. “Can we talk somewhere else?”

He nodded, and followed your lead. Normally, he would have already grabbed your hand and laced his fingers between yours. Instead, his head hung slightly while his hands were stuffed in his pockets. You felt awful.

Eventually, you ended up sitting in your car, silently for a moment, until you got the courage to speak. “Okay, the truth is,” you began, feeling your throat constricting the more you thought over your words, “I... I know what I said in the beginning, that I wasn’t looking for a relationship either. But, the more time I spend with you, the more I want to be with you. I know that you don’t want a relationship right now, and I didn’t want to force you into anything so… I tried to distance myself,” you explained.

He sat there, not looking at you, chewing his bottom lip while you shifted uncomfortably, waiting him to say something, even if he said he wanted nothing to do with you anymore.

Eventually, he nodded, letting out a shaky breath before looking at you. “I can’t pretend that I don’t feel the same way about you, because I do. I look forward to seeing you all the time, and Eunji’s probably annoyed with how much I talk about you,” he said with a breathy laugh at the end. “I wish you told me sooner, but I can’t blame you entirely, because I never said anything either. Regardless, as much as relationships scare me, I always think about us being together.”

Once again, Sehun was right. You had to give him some sort of gift for being right this many times in a row.

He smiled at you, then you smiled at him, heart racing in your chest as he reached over for your hand. “So… what does this makes us?” you asked.

“Right, I haven’t asked officially,” he laughed. “Can I be your boyfriend?”

After hearing those words, all the fuss and confusion you went through seemed so ridiculous now. In hindsight, Baekhyun made his feelings towards you very clear, even if he didn’t outright say it. You had more reasons to be confident that he felt the same than the opposite.

“Of course, Baek,” you replied, stomach fluttering when he flashed you a bright smile. You looked away when your cheeks began heating up, but his finger came under your chin, forcing you to look at him.

His tongue darted out to wet his lips, then he gave you a small grin, slowly leaning over until you could feel his breath ghosting over your cheeks. “Since we’re together, I can kiss you now, right?”

He didn’t have to ask twice. He tilted his head so that your lips would fit together perfectly, then bridged what little gap was left between you. It was a tentative kiss, but no less breath-taking. It was sweet, delicate, and it was perfect — just like him.

He made a noise, a quiet hum at the back of his throat, before pulling away. He still stayed close though, swiping his thumb across your cheek with a smile on his face.

You felt light-headed and carefree, unable to hold back your soft giggles as he stared into your eyes.

“I love it when you laugh like that,” he said softly, placing one last kiss on your lips, then he moved away from you. “Can we go somewhere later this week? As a couple this time.”

“Of course,” you nodded. “It’s a date.”

𝐎𝐍𝐄 • 𝐓𝐖𝐎 • 𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐄𝐄 • 𝐅𝐎𝐔𝐑

𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

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IT'S A DATE. — [ III ]

PAIRING ― baekhyun x f!reader

GENRE ― strangers to lovers, fluff

RATING ― teen

SUMMARY ― when sehun forced you out on a double date, you never expected that you'd fall so hard for the man that sat across from you.

WARNINGS ― language, sexual innuendos

LENGTH ― 1.3k

TAG LIST — @endzii23 @greasywall @pvtbbh @strongbabyjbb @taemin-jaemin (please let me know if you want to be added/removed)

𝐎𝐍𝐄 • 𝐓𝐖𝐎 • 𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐄𝐄 • 𝐅𝐎𝐔𝐑

You didn’t think you slept much. There had been a few moments where you dozed off, but you couldn’t keep your eyes closed long enough with Baekhyun holding you close like this.

You already knew you liked him — infatuation that you were sure would wane once you got used to his flirtatious nature. But, you’d come to the realisation that you liked him a lot more than you thought.

It wasn’t love, not yet at least, but you could see that happening. You could see yourself in a relationship with him, kissing the pout off his lips during one of his playful tantrums, then him sliding his arm around your waist to pull you closer.

He woke up with a groan, eyes squinted as they adjusted to the sunlight that filled the room, then he smiled a tired smile once he met your eyes. “Good morning, honey,” he greeted with a slight gravel in his voice before he kissed your forehead. “I’m sorry… I don’t even know when I fell asleep. I’m sure the couch was uncomfortable.”

That was the least of your problems at this point, your focus more on the fact that Baekhyun’s thumb was now stroking your cheek as he stared straight into your eyes. “Its fine,” you managed to get out, swallowing the lump that formed in your throat.

“So, do you wanna stay for breakfast? Or, do you want me to take you home now?”

“I’m not ready to test your culinary skills yet, but maybe some other time,” you joked, but the reality of the situation was that you wanted to leave as soon as possible so you could properly think about your feelings towards him. “But, I had fun last night,” you said to soften the blow.

You stood up, and he did as well, helping you gather your things. “I had fun, too. I liked when you were clinging onto me for dear life.”

You tried and failed to stifle a laugh, then rolled your eyes. “I hope you know I’m never watching a movie with you again.”

“That’s not true; you watched another one with me immediately after,” he reminded you, then slid an arm around your waist. “But, I’m sorry. I promise I’ll never make you sit through a horror movie again, even if you looked so adorable the entire time.”

You’re at a loss for words as he gazed into your eyes, even more when left a kiss on your cheek, so close to your lips that if you had even turned your head just a little but, you’d feel the soft press of his lips against yours.

“Let me take you home, now,” he whispered, lips still hovering over your skin.

Although you managed to keep your composure during the ride home, you were a mess on the inside. You constantly switched from thinking that you felt the same towards each other, to reminding yourself that he made it clear that he wasn’t interested in having a relationship, and that you were probably reading too much into everything.

If you weren’t so afraid of ruining whatever it was you had, you would’ve asked him about his feelings already. But, you couldn’t, not until you were ready to accept the possibility of all of this ending abruptly, and unfortunately, you weren’t there yet, nor were you sure if you would be any time soon.

He followed you out to your door, and when you turned to say goodbye, he pulled you close to him, and pressed a kiss at the top of your head, letting it linger a bit before stepping back. “Let me know when you’re ready to hang out again.”

“I will,” you assured him, then you let out a breath that you didn’t know you were holding once you were on the other side of the door.

You took your phone out, tapping out a message to Sehun. Although he annoyed you sometimes, and he was guaranteed to tease you about your current situation, you had to admit that he always gave you good advice, and you definitely needed it right now.

A few seconds later, a call came through, and you immediately answered without checking who it was, already knowing who was on the other end. “Sehun, I—”

“You didn’t send me a message to let me know you were home last night, so either he did something to you; in which case, I’ll end him; or you slept at his house,” he guessed, and you hated that he was right.

“The latter,” you mumbled. “But, nothing like what you think it is. We were watching a movie and we just fell asleep. By the time I realised, it was too late for him to take me back home, so I just stayed.”

“Lame,” he said with an exaggerated yawn. “What’s the problem then?”

“The problem…” You hadn’t said the words out loud yet, and to finally do so felt nerve-wracking for some reason. Maybe because saying it to someone made it real, and you were hoping that you could run from it. But you knew that it was impossible to do that forever. “The problem is… I like him a little too much,” you admitted.

“That’s not a problem at all,” he assured you. “It’s obvious that he feels the same, so I think you should just tell him.”

“How do you know he feels the same?” Considering that he was dating Eunji, it was possible that he’d heard it from her, but it was also possible that he was just making an assumption, like he usually did in situations like this.

“I’ve seen the messages. Babe, I miss you so much. I haven’t had this much fun with anyone in a while. You always know how to make me smile,” he said mockingly. “Anyway, never mind how I know. Just tell him.”

“He’s just naturally flirty,” you said, more as a reminder to yourself. “Those messages don’t necessarily mean he feels the same.”

“That might be true, but he doesn’t flirt with you the way he does with others. In fact, I don’t even think he flirts with anyone else anymore,” he explained.

That would have been reassuring if not for one thing that always brought you back to reality. “Okay, that’s nice and all, but he already told me he’s not looking for a relationship,” you reminded him.

“You told him the same thing, and now look at you; a love struck idiot.”

Although his delivery wasn’t the best, he did have a point; just like you changed your mind, he could have changed his as well. But, despite that, there was still a possibility that you were wrong, and you’d rather not get hurt by him rejecting you. “Sehun,” you sighed. “I can’t tell him. Not yet.”

“Alright, I get it,” he replied. “But, just so you know, he’d have to the biggest dumbass alive if he rejects you,” he assured you.

“Is that your way of saying that anyone would be lucky to have me?”

“Yes, but when you say it like that, it sounds too sweet,” he joked. “But I really do mean it. So, whenever you’re ready to tell him, just keep that in mind.”

You didn’t know if you’d ever be ready, but if there was ever a chance that you did, you strongly believed that Baekhyun wouldn’t reject you too harshly if he did, and you’d get over the hurt of it eventually.

Still, you were willing to put it off as long as you possibly could, just so you could continue to enjoy his affection. Even if there was a possibility that you’d end up hurt in the end.

𝐎𝐍𝐄 • 𝐓𝐖𝐎 • 𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐄𝐄 • 𝐅𝐎𝐔𝐑

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Sweet Tooth - Part 10

Characters: Baekhyun x Reader

Genre: Royalty AU, fluff, angst, eventual smut, mutual pining

Summary: Life as the palace baker got a lot more interesting after catching the devastatingly cute prince sneaking around your kitchen.

WC: 4.1k

A/N: I apologize for the long wait again, but here we are :D Only one more chapter left...

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“Do you ever shut up?”

“Not really.”

Chanyeol had only been guarding Baekhyun for about a week, and despite being on strict orders not to speak to him, it seemed near impossible. Even if it was only to tell him to shut up.

Chanyeol was starting to lose his mind. All Baekhyun talked about was you, how much he missed you, how he would eventually get back to you, and how cruel he and the queen were for everything. Baekhyun was annoying, but more than anything Baekhyun made Chanyeol feel guilty. In all of his years as the queen’s attendant, he’d never hated his job quite as much.

Of course Baekhyun knew what he was doing. He wasn’t expecting Chanyeol to do a total 180 and just bust him out, he knew that was unrealistic, and either way, they’d still send someone after him. But Baekhyun wanted Chanyeol to know exactly how he felt anyway. He was still upset, still in pain, and as far as he was concerned, it was Chanyeol’s fault, along with his mothers.

“I know you’re mad, I get it, but what’s done is done. No reason to keep bitching about it all day.” He muttered.

“Oh I’ll keep bitching, until my stupid rib you crushed gets better and I can figure out how to get out of here. How can a person even do that? Crack someone’s rib like that? I’m not a fucking squeeze toy but you seemed to think so. Too much muscle for your own good. It’s freaky.”

Chanyeol rolled his eyes, already pretty much used to this. It had been going on like this for a week. “I told you I was sorry about that already. It’s just my job. Nothing personal.”

“Yeah well you dragged me away from my one shot at actual happiness, squished me half to death, knocked me out, and now you’re watching my every move like some creep, so for me it is pretty fucking personal.”

Baekhyun sounded angry, but more than that, he sounded exhausted. Him and Chanyeol had been stuck in his room the whole time as he recovered from his injuries, basically just bickering all day. He was sick and tired of this even though he wasn’t anywhere close to being healed.

It was infuriating, having to sit still in bed with the source of all of his pain at his side, not being able to do anything about the terrible situation he was in. And on top of that, he still couldn’t even breathe right without being in terrible pain. Any time he took in even a little bit too much air, he felt the stabbing pain in his side.

He was reminded of this when he tried to take a deep breath to calm himself down. Already upset and exhausted, that was just the cherry on top. A sob rolled through him as he gave into the feeling, knowing it was too late to keep trying to hold it in. He hurt, in every sense of the word.

Chanyeol sighed, watching the other man quietly break down. It felt shitty. Really, really, shitty.

“If- If I could’ve at least talked t-to her…” Baekhyun whispered, eyes squeezed shut, trying to recompose himself. “If I could’ve just… explained everything.”

Chanyeol had been debating whether or not to tell him about the brief conversation he’d had with you, but at this point he was willing to try anything to get Baekhyun to stop moping so much.

“I talked to her that day.”

Baekhyun’s eyes shot open wide and he sat up in bed. “You talked to her?! And you didn’t tell me? What did you say? What did she say? Did you tell her-”

“Stop, okay? We barely spoke at all, really. I just felt bad seeing her like that. She asked me if they were gonna kill her, and I told her I didn’t know, and when she asked me to help her I said I’d see what I could do. That’s why I was stupid enough to sign up to be your personal baby sitter. I don’t get why I even have to be here right now; it's not like you can get out of bed on your own, let alone try to run away.”

“That was it? That’s all you said? She didn’t ask about me?”

“Well..”

“She did? What did she say?”

Chanyeol sighed. “I couldn’t tell her what happened to you. I did tell her that you love her though.”

Baekhyun scoffed. “Like you give a shit.”

“Look I know you’re pissed and you have every right to be but I did what I could, I’m still just following orders. I’m not some soulless monster.”

“Yeah right.”

Chanyeol didn’t want to argue with him, but he was getting more and more frustrated with the prince’s behavior. “Listen, that morning wasn’t fun for me either. But the queen ordered me to make sure you stayed in your room, and to follow you if you didn’t. I could hear everything through that door too you know, so yeah I know just how in love you two are, unfortunately. I didn’t want to break your rib or throw her in a cell but I had to follow orders.”

“You really are a creep.” Baekhyun grimaced. “But whatever. Of course you’d only care about yourself.”

Chanyeol rolled his eyes for the nth time, and this time it seemed Baekhyun might actually be done talking.

Truthfully Baekhyun was trying to process the fact that Chanyeol had heard everything that happened behind that door. He suddenly no longer felt the need to keep speaking with him, not at all wanting to discuss that night any further. Chanyeol already knew more than enough.

“I would’ve let her go if it didn’t mean I’d get fucked over too. Seriously. It was already pretty risky for me to talk to her at all.”

“If you really did have a soul you would’ve let us both leave. Together. Like we had planned.”

“I’ve said I’m sorry a million times already, but it wasn’t my decision to make. If anything you should be thanking me you know, if it wasn’t for me offering to guard you myself she could very well be dead right now.”

At this, Baekhyun kept his mouth shut. It was true, but he’d never even consider thanking the man when in his mind he could’ve still just let them go. He was still responsible for this whole mess.

The silence grew and as usual, Baekhyun’s mind drifted back to you. He hoped you were okay, that you were safe with your family and hadn’t also gotten hurt.

“You didn’t have to crush her half to death too, right? She didn’t get hurt?” He asked softly.

“She's fine. Contrary to what you might think, I don’t actually take joy in hurting people. She wasn’t able to put up a fight like you anyway. There’s a reason I knocked you out eventually, I should’ve done it earlier, really.”

“Could’ve just let me go.” Baekhyun murmured for the nth time, testing Chanyeol’s patience.

“If you’d gotten away the queen would’ve had my head on a platter.”

“Fine by me.”

“And you say I only care about myself.” He scoffed.

Baekhyun was silent for a moment.

“I care about her. About us.”

“Your mother tried to convince her you didn’t care about her, you know. Said a bunch of cruel shit to her.” Chanyeol knew it was a bad idea to say anything that would provoke him, but he was pissed at that point and quite honestly wasn’t the best at holding in his emotions. “That you were just a stupid kid who was thinking with his dick, that there was no way you actually loved her, that you just left her there. So you should be fucking grateful that I talked to her and reassured her that you do.”

The look of horror that grew on Baekhyun’s face told Chanyeol that maybe he shouldn’t have said that.

Baekhyun was still angry. The situation felt so terrible, he had to direct his anger somewhere. He knew his mother was the true villain, but Chanyeol was the one who did her dirty work, and he was the one Baekhyun was forced to spend all his time with.

As Baekhyun processed what he had just heard, he thought about how painful that must’ve been for you, especially after he disappeared from your room. There was a bad feeling growing inside him as he realized that maybe, even if he could get to you, you wouldn’t want him anymore.

“No no no no no….” He whispered, running his hands through his hair, eyes squeezing shut. He tried to hold back but the tears weren’t going to be stopped.

“Look, I’m sure-”

“Shut the fuck up.” Baekhyun snapped, nearly yelling at the other man. “Just shut up.”

The last three words came out much softer, almost a whisper. Chanyeol knew he’d gone too far. Baekhyun was still crying, feeling so completely stuck and in such a terrible situation. He refused to accept it before, but it seemed to finally sink in now. He’d lost you.

It would take months for his injuries to heal. He made you a promise, and now he had broken it and he couldn’t fix his mistake, no matter how badly he wanted to. Even if he did find his way back to you, he had let you down.

Chanyeol tried not to watch the other man cry but that was easier said than done when alone in a room together. He never should’ve said all that. He would’ve taken it back immediately if he could.

“She won’t give up on you. If that’s what you’re scared of.”

“You don’t know that.”

“She really does love you though.”

“But none of that matters! It’ll be forever until I get my old strength back, and with you following me around I can’t get out of here anyway.” Baekhyun took a second to steady himself. “Even if I did get away, they’d bring me back. It’s useless. She’ll eventually forget about me and move on to someone else, someone who can be there for her.”

The words came out in shaky, uneven breaths.

Chanyeol knew Baekhyun was wrong, but regardless of how badly he wanted to tell him that, he just couldn’t.

~

“Mom?”

The woman’s eyes widened. You had her eyes.

“Y/n?”

You nodded.

This was the scariest part. The entire way there, if you hadn’t been crying about Baekhyun, you were worrying about this very moment.

“I’m sorry.” You eventually choked out, and with that you felt yourself fall apart.

Sobs ran through you as you stood in front of your mother for the first time since you were a child. When you felt two arms wrap around you, the sobs only grew stronger.

“I’m sorry… I’m sorry.” You kept repeating it, not even sure what it was you were apologizing for. You felt her arms tighten around you, and heard a soft shushing as she pulled you into the small home.

When you opened your eyes again, you saw your father as well.

After a considerable amount of time was spent crying, you had to explain what had happened, why you were home. So you did.

They both listened as you explained how the prince had showed up one morning, how you and him had grown close, and how you’d fallen for him. You told them about how sweet he was, despite being the prince. You told them how the two of you snuck around. You told them about how he hated being a prince, how he wanted to run away with you. And you told them about how you were going to do just that, but then something went terribly wrong.

As they listened you noticed your mothers face go tense.

When you were done explaining, you apologized even more.

“Honey, you don’t have to apologize.” Your dad said. “I always knew there was something different about that boy. When he was little he snuck into the kitchen a lot too, and I always thought that he seemed far too kind to come from that family.”

You looked over to your mother, whose face was still blank.

“I really really love him, and I can’t be sure of anything, but I hope he will find me here some day. I don’t know what happened to him, but he has to come back to me. He promised.”

Your dad gave you a sympathetic look, rubbing your shoulder to try and comfort you. Your mother still didn’t move.

“They’re not good people, that family.” She finally said. “I can’t imagine how he would be any different.” And with that she got up and left the room.

Her words stung, but you knew what his family had done to her. You knew how much she despised them.

“She’ll come around.” Your dad assured you, but you weren’t so confident.

For the first few weeks you were optimistic. Baekhyun had promised you that he would stay by your side, and you wanted to believe him. Every passing day you hoped that he would show up at your parents door, but as the days turned into weeks, and then a whole month, it became more and more difficult. You wanted to believe that he was still coming, that he just needed time to sort things out, but you knew that wasn’t realistic, if he was going to get sent away to get married, he didn’t have that much time.

As the weeks went on you had a sinking feeling that he was already gone, sent off even further away to marry some princess he’d never met before. Every passing day got more and more painful in his absence.

Two months had passed when you finally started admitting to yourself that he wasn’t coming.

By the third month, you only stayed in your little room, which wasn’t even really a room, just an extra storage space your parents had cleared out for you. You didn’t speak to them much, especially your mother. The more you thought about it, you started to think that maybe she, as well as the queen, had been right.

When you first started throwing up you thought it had something to do with the depression you felt, but soon it got to the point where you couldn’t even smell certain foods without gagging. Something was wrong. It didn’t occur to you at first, but after a while you realized you hadn’t had a period since you were banished either.

Could it be..?

You thought back to that night, and it absolutely was possible.

You were pregnant.

For the first several days after your realization you didn’t leave your room at all. This wasn’t exactly surprising at first, but eventually your parents had to check on you.

It was your mom who you saw push open the door slightly, quietly asking permission to come in. As soon as she saw you, she knew something was up, that this wasn’t just the sadness you’d felt over his absence before.

She crouched down next to where you laid on your mat on the floor. “Honey…”

She didn’t know what to say when you burst into tears, grabbing onto her for some kind of comfort and consistency. You didn’t know how you were going to tell her. You couldn’t tell her.

“What’s wrong?”

You just shook your head at her question.

“Honey, you have to tell me what’s wrong if you want me to help. Are you sick again? Do you want me to make you more tea?”

You shook your head once more, arms coming to wrap around your stomach. “I- I’m not sick. I was never s-sick.”

She stepped back to look at you, and how you held on to your midsection with tears running down your face. Even after years and years apart, a mother still knew her daughter well.

“Y/n, sweetie, are you pregnant?”

Your crying told her all she needed to know, and she quickly called for your father. You heard her whisper something to him and he seemed to understand what was going on after that.

You couldn’t focus on them, all you could think about was how you were going to have to go through this without him.

“I knew that family was evil.” You heard your mom say.

All you could do was shake your head and cry even harder, and you heard your dad say something to your mother, to which she got up and left the room.

You hugged your dad tightly, and although he kept telling you it was going to be okay, you weren’t so sure.

The next several days were spent alone in your little space, staring at the ceiling, thinking back on your times with him.

The memories already felt too far away. Your mind jumped around, replaying whatever happened to pop up that day.

Sometimes it was when you were working and he was there. You remembered one specific day when you were making a strawberry tart, and he insisted on hand feeding you all the leftover fruit. It was in the first few weeks you knew him, and you didn’t think you’d ever blushed that hard in your life. His presence made you feel so shy and flustered back then.

Other times it was when you snuck out together at night. The night when you got caught in the rain popped up quite a bit. That was the first time he’d looked at you with obvious desire and lust in his eyes, and afterwards it never quite seemed to go away.

Most often, however, it was the sex. The condition of your body was a constant reminder, but even before that, you couldn’t stop yearning for that feeling with him again. It made it feel so much more cruel with how you two were separated so soon after.

Despite how nervous you’d been, it was more incredible than you could even describe. The feeling of his body covering yours completely, naked and pressed against one another, nothing could beat that. How he held you, the sounds he made and words he said to you, it all felt exactly right, like the love you had for one another just did all the work for you. You craved that closeness now more than anything. The loneliness was completely overwhelming and all consuming.

Now that you knew what was happening with your body, you started taking care of yourself better. Eating the right things, getting enough sleep, abstaining from alcohol, all that. In the back of your mind you still really hoped that Baekhyun would come, and that you could actually be a family. And even if that didn’t happen, the child you’d made together was a part of him too, and you were going to cherish that in every way you could.

Your parents had agreed to help you out, and even seemed a bit excited to have a grand baby in the house. Even if he wasn’t there, you still had this part of your family.

You did consider Baekhyun your family now. He was the only person you were interested in spending the rest of your life with, and he was the father of your soon to be born child. He belonged there, and it pained you that he couldn’t be, but you were overwhelmingly grateful to your parents for being so supportive, especially your mother. In a way, having a part in raising your baby would make up for the time she lost with you, or at least that was what you assumed.

She made it clear that she still disliked and distrusted him, especially since he’d gotten you pregnant and had yet to show up. She thought he was probably just like the rest of his family, that he had manipulated you in some way and wasn’t going to show up because he didn’t really care in the first place. You wanted him to prove her wrong so badly.

“At least if he’s good looking the baby will be cute.” She’d said. You didn’t respond.

She said things like that often. She also liked to reassure you that he wouldn’t come, and with six whole months having passed, it was hard not to agree with her.

You were helping out in the bakery, sitting and chopping apples for a pie when your mom spoke up.

“You have to tell him somehow.”

You stared at her, dumbfounded. You couldn’t go back, nor did you know anyone willing or able to make the journey for you.

“What are you talking about?”

She took a deep breath. “If you want there to be any chance that he’ll come back, you have to try to contact him and tell him what’s happening.”

She’d stopped moving, and so had you. She looked at you sternly, leaving little room for protest.

“How?”

“That’s the difficult part.” She said and groaned. “I want to believe you, I want to believe that we could all be a family.”

“But?”

“If he doesn’t know that you’re with his child I don’t think he’ll ever show up. We have to at least try to let him know.”

You knew this wasn’t likely to work. “Chances are he’s not at the palace anymore anyway. He’s probably already halfway across the world married to some princess. And we have no way to know.”

“And if it does make it to him?”

You thought about it, and you wondered how he would react to such news. You still wanted to believe in his love for you, and you hoped that he would want to be a part of the child’s life, but when you considered the time passed and the nature of that fateful morning, it seemed there could be a possibility that he wouldn’t want to be involved at all. After all, raising a child is no small task.

“He could still choose not to come…”

“If I ever found out that man got the news and still didn’t come to you, I would drag him here myself, no matter if it would get me killed.”

You smiled at your mother’s words. Her attitude towards the situation, despite being so opposite of your own, was still quite amusing at times.

“We still don’t have any way of contacting him, it’s useless.” You sighed.

“Didn’t you have other friends at the palace? You could write to them, and hopefully they could get the message to him.”

That, you had not yet considered. But there was still the issue of his marriage, and whether or not he would even still be at the palace. Because it seemed, to you, that he was long gone anyway.

“One of my friends was a server, she would bring the family meals and stuff…”

“That’s perfect! Write her and explain everything and have her pass it on to him!”

“I guess it’s worth a try…”

You were still skeptical. Baekhyun probably wasn’t even at the palace anymore, and even if he was, would it really change anything? You’d given him half a year to come back, after he promised to stay by your side. It seemed he’d broken that promise and that was that.

That evening you wrote it all out.

You started with addressing Jiwoo, thanking her for all her help and support, and then you got to the part you hoped she would hand off to Baekhyun.

Hello, Baekhyun. I’m not sure if this will ever reach you, but with the situation at hand, I had to give it a try.

You didn’t see any point in beating around the bush, so you just wrote it as it is.

I’m pregnant. I found out a few months after I got to my parents, a few months after our night together. I know that something must’ve happened, that something stopped you from following me here, or at least this is what I hope. I hope that you still love me, I hope that you didn’t just leave me that night, and I hope that someday, you can come to me, and that what you promised me can come true. I hope that I get to see you again, that you get to meet your baby. More than anything, I just hope to get you back. For us to be able to live as a family. I miss you so much it hurts, and although it’s been painful, I really hope you’ve missed me as well.

Please come home.

You weren’t sure what else to say, so you kept it at that, and got the letter on its way, hoping and praying that someday it would reach him.