#I’M SORRY IS THAT JONGIN’S YOU’RE WEARING

[anotherdescentintomadness]

TaeMin — Eternal concept gallery #3

The Unknown Sea

Crush

[baekhyunsbestie]

── ❝ CHILL BABY ❞ 🪩🥂 ̟!!

⟢ a continuation of this :') switched up on the setting but the plot’s still p much the same hehe <333

જ⁀➴°⋆ content: 18+/MDNI. 19.3k+ words. baekhyun x f!reader. jongin x f!reader. mentions of other exos. jealous!baekhyun. corporate!au. enemies to lovers. fake dating. one bed. ⟡ fluff & smut ⟡ alcohol consumption, explicit language, pet names, praise kink, body worship, oral (f!receiving), unprotected sex, p in v, creampie ⟡ 

you step into minseok’s pristine office, already feeling the weight of impending doom. the polished chrome desk, minimalist decor, and floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking manhattan scream authority. unfortunately, the man sitting behind the desk—a seasoned negotiator with a no-nonsense attitude—screams something else: stress.

minseok gestures for you to sit, and your stomach drops when you see baekhyun already lounging in the chair across from him. he’s got that laid-back, insufferably confident posture, as if he owns the whole damn office. his tie is casually loosened, jacket tossed over the back of the chair like he’s at a bar instead of a meeting. he twirls a pen between his fingers with a carefree smirk, completely at ease as though this were some casual hangout, not an important work discussion.

your blood boils a little as you can’t help but notice how good he looks. it's infuriating—he looks effortlessly sharp in that tailored suit, the kind of guy who knows exactly how to make everything he wears look like it was meant for him. but it only adds to how much you hate him. everything about him rubs you the wrong way, especially when he knows exactly how to push your buttons without even trying.

“perfect timing,” minseok says, glancing between the two of you. “i’m glad you’re both here.”

you sit down reluctantly, throwing baekhyun a pointed glare. he meets your eyes, his slow, cocky grin widening in response. 

“as you're both aware,” minseok begins, his tone serious, “our company, inb100, is on the verge of finalizing a crucial merger with kim corp. this partnership has the potential to redefine our future, expanding our reach and solidifying our position in the global market. the board is counting on us to ensure this merger goes off without a hitch. we need a strong, unified front to manage every detail and make sure everything aligns perfectly. that's where the two of you come in.”

“us two?” you repeat, narrowing your eyes in disbelief, the words tasting as bitter as they sound.

minseok nods, his expression calm, though the weight of his words lingers heavily in the room. “yes, you’ve consistently proven yourself to be one of our sharpest,” he says, his tone steady. then, shifting his attention to baekhyun, he continues, “and baekhyun, your financial analysis throughout this merger has been exceptional. as heads of your respective departments, it’s logical to assign you two to spearhead this project together.”

“exceptional,” baekhyun repeats, leaning back in his chair with a grin that’s equal parts smug and infuriating. he lets the word hang in the air like a trophy. then, with an exaggerated sweetness, he shifts his gaze to you. “you hear that, sweetheart? i’m exceptional.”

you roll your eyes, the movement sharp enough to cut. “yeah, well, even a blind squirrel finds a nut every now and then.”

his laugh comes easily, warm and unbothered, which only fuels your irritation. “oh, so you’re admitting i’ve got something worth finding?” he teases, leaning forward just enough to make his smirk even more unbearable. “i’m flattered. really.”

you pointedly ignore his comment, pivoting back to minseok as you try to make sense of this ridiculous pairing. “i’m sorry,” you say slowly, your voice a mix of disbelief and barely restrained irritation. “us two? as in me and baekhyun?”

minseok lets out a long, exasperated sigh, briefly closing his eyes as though regretting every life choice that led to this moment. he pinches the bridge of his nose before answering, his tone clipped. “yes, as in you and baekhyun... unfortunately.”

your jaw drops, and before you can stop yourself, your voice rises. “oh, you’ve got to be fucking kidding me!”

baekhyun sits up straighter, his smirk vanishing as he frowns. “the fuck you mean, ‘unfortunately’?” he interjects, indignant. “i’m a goddamn asset to this company.”

“an asset?” you snap, turning to him with a glare sharp enough to cut glass. “you’re a walking liability.”

“alright, look,” minseok snaps, cutting through your bickering like a knife. “this isn’t optional. you’re both going to work together, and you’re going to make this merger happen without killing each other—or giving me a migraine.”

the room falls silent, except for the sound of baekhyun clicking his pen with obnoxious precision. he glances at you, his smirk creeping back like clockwork. “well,” he says, voice dripping with mock sincerity, “looks like we’re stuck together, partner.”

you grit your teeth, wishing for nothing more than to wipe that smug look off his face. instead, you flash a tight smile and mutter under your breath, “yeah, lucky me.”

“stop,” minseok interjects. “i don’t have time for either of your antics. this is a very high-stakes deal, and you’ll need to work together professionally.”

you lean forward, gripping the edge of your seat. “sir, with all due respect, are you sure there’s no one else available that i can work with? someone with a shred of self-awareness, perhaps? hmm? maybe kyungsoo?”

baekhyun gasps mockingly, placing a hand over his chest. “wow, that’s the thanks i get for stepping in when you were about to miss your deadline for the ad campaign?”

you narrow your eyes at him. “missed? i wasn’t about to miss anything.”

he raises an eyebrow, smirking even more. “oh really? because i distinctly remember you practically pulling your hair out over that presentation. but, hey, no big deal. i was just the one who swooped in, fixed your last minute errors, and made sure everything got delivered on time.”

you roll your eyes, crossing your arms. “oh, please. fixed? more like rearranged everything i worked on just to make it fit your ‘vision.’”

baekhyun shrugs nonchalantly. “well, it worked, didn’t it? the client loved it. you’re welcome, sweetheart.”

minseok’s palm meets the desk with a resounding thud, the sharp sound cutting through the tension in the room like a knife. you and baekhyun both jolt in your seats, your bickering silenced mid-breath.

“enough!” minseok’s voice is sharp, commanding, and leaves no room for argument. his eyes dart between the two of you, his patience clearly worn thin. “you’re both flying to hawaii in four days to seal the deal with kim corp. i don’t care if you need to hold hands, build a sand replica of the empire state building, or host a group therapy session on the beach—figure it out and make it happen.”

“hawaii?!” you and baekhyun say in unison, though your tones couldn’t be more different. yours is filled with disbelief; his is downright gleeful.

“yes, hawaii. the big island,” minseok sighs, rubbing his temples, clearly done with the constant bickering between you and baekhyun. “baekhyun, handle all the travel arrangements and accommodations.”

“in four days?” you squeak, the shock clearly written across your face. “b-but tomorrow's christmas!”

“and if you're both efficient, maybe you'll wrap things up before new year's,” minseok adds dryly, his voice edged with impatience.

you can't help but groan, dragging your hands down your face in disbelief. “this—this is a joke, right? can’t it wait until after the holidays?”

minseok shakes his head, his expression firm. “afraid not. both our board members and kim corp. are pushing to have this done as quickly as possible.”

the room falls into a tense silence. you blink at him, unsure whether to be more insulted by the lecture or horrified at the prospect of spending a week in paradise with baekhyun. meanwhile, baekhyun—ever the instigator—leans back in his chair, a slow grin spreading across his face.

“‘hold hands’, huh?” baekhyun drawls, casting you a teasing sidelong glance. his lips curve into a smirk, clearly amused by the idea. “what do ya say, sweetheart? should we start now?” he extends his hand toward you, fingers wiggling as if he’s daring you to take it.

you shoot him a withering glare, your patience wearing thin. you slap his hand away with a swift, practiced motion, but he just chuckles, clearly enjoying every second of this.

minseok lets out a frustrated groan, rubbing his temples in exasperation, face twisted with a mix of annoyance and disbelief. “get the fuck out of my office. both of you. now.” 

as you storm out of minseok’s office, the sharp click of your heels echoing down the hallway, baekhyun effortlessly falls into step beside you. his hands are tucked casually into his pockets, and he’s whistling a jaunty tune that only fuels your irritation.

“looks like we’re going to be spending a lot of quality time together, sweets,” he says, his tone practically dripping with amusement.

you don’t even spare him a glance, your eyes locked on the corridor ahead. “oh, i know, right?” you say, layering your voice with a fake, perky enthusiasm, clapping your hands together as if you couldn’t be more thrilled. “finally!”

out of the corner of your eye, you catch baekhyun’s reaction—his smile widens, stretching farther than you’ve ever seen, and for a split second, there’s something vulnerable in it. it’s as if your little act has caught him off guard, and maybe, just maybe, it’s made him feel a little… touched.

you continue, “maybe we can even do one of those excursions while we’re there... like a boat tour around the island or something?”

baekhyun blinks, clearly thrown by the shift in your tone. his usual cocky demeanor falters for just a second, a hint of pink creeping up his neck. “r-really?” he stammers, his voice softer, less certain. he runs a hand through his hair, rubbing the back of his neck as he stumbles over his words. “i... i can look into it.”

your smile doesn’t falter. in fact, it only grows, but now there’s a mischievous glint in your eyes. “yeah! and maybe while we’re out there, i can push you off the boat and into the ocean. and maybe, just maybe, i’ll finally be free of you.”

you both come to an abrupt halt in the middle of the hallway, the tension between you palpable. baekhyun’s expression is a study in exaggerated betrayal—his jaw slack, eyes wide, and brows lifted as if you’ve just struck a fatal blow.

“ouch, sweetheart,” he says after a beat, his voice low and laced with wounded amusement. “you really had me going there.” he straightens with an air of mock dignity, brushing off your jab with a shrug that’s almost convincing.

but, of course, baekhyun can’t resist adding more. “even if you did push me off the boat,” he continues, a mischievous glint sparking in his dark eyes, “hate to break it to you, but i can swim.” he leans in slightly, his voice dropping conspiratorially as if sharing a secret. “word around the office, though, is that little miss head of the marketing department wouldn’t know what to do if she fell in.”

your brow arches sharply, refusing to give him the satisfaction of a reaction. crossing your arms over your chest, you fix him with a look so dry it could evaporate water. “we live in new york city, baekhyun. why the fuck would i ever need to know how to swim?”

there’s a brief pause before you tilt your head, the corner of your mouth twitching into something that barely resembles a smile. “congratulations, though,” you say, voice dripping with sarcasm. “does the head of the finance department expect a medal or something?”

the corner of baekhyun’s mouth twitches, just enough to give you a glimpse of that infuriating, signature smirk of his. it’s the kind of smile that makes your stomach do flips, even though you’d rather be annoyed by it. but there's something about it—something you can't quite place—that pulls you in.

“sure,” he drawls, his voice smooth as velvet as he leans in a little closer. his face lowers until it's dangerously close to yours, making your breath catch in your throat. “i’ll take any kind of medal, especially if it’s comin’ from you, sweetheart.”

the air between you both feels thick with tension, his proximity almost dizzying. you force yourself to stay composed, a rush of heat crawling up your neck. “careful what you wish for, baekhyun,” you warn, your voice sharp, but there's the faintest tremor in it that betrays your cool front. “i might just hit you across the head with it.”

he laughs then, a deep, rolling sound that vibrates through your chest, somehow managing to be both incredibly irritating and impossibly charming. the way it lingers in the air is so annoyingly contagious that you have to bite down hard on your bottom lip to stop yourself from smiling.

the week hadn’t even started yet, and already, you were plotting how best to drown him in the ocean. for real this time.

the plane touches down with a soft jolt, and you can't help but groan under your breath. another business trip, another round of dealing with baekhyun's antics. as the seatbelt sign flickers off, you push yourself out of your seat, eyes already narrowing at him when you catch sight of his casual posture as he stands up and stretches, completely unbothered. typical.

“are you always this annoying, or is it just me?” you mutter, moving past him in the aisle.

baekhyun grins like he’s too pleased with himself. “you’re the only woman on this earth who’s immune to my charm, sweetheart. so yeah, it’s just you.”

you roll your eyes and trudge toward the door, where he follows right behind you, humming his ridiculous tune like he doesn’t have a care in the world. the last thing you need is to spend a whole week in his company, but here you are, stuck with him—again.

when you step into the airport terminal, you let out a long sigh. your heels click against the smooth floor as you make your way toward baggage claim. you’re half-focused on the carousel when baekhyun sidles up beside you, that damn grin still plastered on his face.

“so, what’s the hotel you booked for us?” you ask, feigning innocence, but already bracing yourself for whatever ridiculous answer he’s about to give.

baekhyun raises an eyebrow, twirling his bag strap like he’s the most important person in the world. “oh, i found us the perfect place. a real gem.” he pauses for dramatic effect. “one-star motel, just for you, babe.”

you elbow him in the ribs with a sharp jab, the motion automatic. you can’t even look at him for too long without feeling your frustration grow. he chokes on a laugh, pretending to be hurt as he leans away from you, clutching his side.

“okay, okay,” he says through the laughter, “i was kidding. i got us the ritz. you deserve no less, right?”

your eyes narrow in disbelief. “the ritz? really? you?”

he gives you a sly look, the same irritating grin still there. “what? don’t act so surprised. i’ve got taste.”

you roll your eyes, letting out a dramatic sigh, before your attention is abruptly yanked away by a very familiar figure standing just a few feet away from the carousel. your heart sinks, the sight of him instantly clouding your thoughts. jongin. your ex. the one who shattered your heart last year. the last person you ever expected to run into here.

jongin’s gaze flickers over to you, and a smug smile curls at the corners of his lips. “well, well, well,” he says, his voice smooth, laced with that same confident edge you remember so well. “what are the odds, huh? i didn’t think i’d be bumping into you of all people.”

your breath catches in your throat, and you can’t stop the small ache that forms in your chest, the memories flooding back despite your best efforts to push them down. he steps closer, his eyes scanning you, like he’s inspecting every inch of you as if he’s trying to figure out how you’ve changed. or maybe how he hasn’t.

“jongin?” you whisper, the name slipping from your lips in disbelief.

he quirks an eyebrow, a slight frown pulling at his features. “‘jongin?’” he repeats, his voice laced with surprise, “it was always ‘nini’ to you.”

you glance down at your feet, a sudden shyness washing over you. “it’s been a while,” you murmur, your voice barely above a breath.

“indeed, it has,” he replies, his gaze never leaving you, and this time it feels almost like heat. there’s a pause before he adds, his voice low, yet dripping with that familiar cocky edge, “you look... even better than i remember.” his grin curls up, just as self-assured as it always was.

you fight the urge to roll your eyes, though you can’t quite suppress the bitterness rising in your throat. you were fine without him, you remind yourself, but it’s hard to stay completely unaffected when he looks at you with that same damn smug expression.

“maybe fate’s decided we should reconnect. who knows what could come of it, right?” jongin continues, his voice teasing, a hint of amusement dancing in his eyes.

before you can even think of a response, baekhyun steps in, his presence suddenly right at your side. without missing a beat, he wraps his arm around your waist, pulling you close to him in a way that has you blinking up at him, completely thrown off by his sudden boldness. he looks at jongin, coolly meeting his gaze.

“sorry, don’t think we’ve met,” baekhyun says, his voice dripping with a saccharine sweetness that’s anything but genuine. he tightens his arm around your waist just enough that you can feel the shift in his posture, like he’s pulling you into his orbit. his eyes flicker briefly to you before he meets jongin’s gaze again, sharp and calculating. “who are you?”

“relax, buddy,” jongin chuckles, clearly unfazed, though there’s an edge to his voice. “can’t a man talk to an old fling?”

baekhyun's smirk widens, but there’s a shift in his expression that sends a shiver creeping down your spine. his eyes narrow, no longer playful or teasing, but dark—almost predatory. the air around him seems to thicken, charged with something dangerous. 

“of course he can,” he says, his voice smooth, almost too calm, but beneath the words lingers an undeniable edge. “just not when she's with her new boyfriend.” his eyes sharpen, scanning jongin from head to toe, the silent challenge in his stare unmistakable. “you understand, don’t you?”

boyfriend.

the word hits you like a slap. your mind blanks, then fills with the echo of that single word—boyfriend. boyfriend. boyfriend. it loops in your head, drowning out the noise around you.

you blink up at baekhyun, your pulse quickening as you try to process what just happened. the air between you seems to thicken, and for a moment, you’re unsure whether you’ve heard him right. but before you can gather your thoughts, his thumb brushes against the exposed skin of your shoulder in a slow, deliberate motion, grounding you, pulling you back to the present.

“and trust me,” baekhyun continues, his voice still light, but there’s an edge of something in it now—something that sounds like possession. “she’s long forgotten your sorry ass. so no need to be ‘reconnecting’ anything. isn’t that right, my girl?”

you freeze for a beat, your brain scrambling to put together something that sounds convincing. you feel your heart thudding in your chest, blood rushing in your ears as you fight the strange, rising panic. why did he say that? your throat tightens as you try to process, to find some semblance of normalcy in this chaotic moment.

“ah, uh—y-yeah,” you stammer, the words sticking in your throat. you clear it quickly, hoping to mask the sudden shake in your voice. “jongin, this is baekhyun, my... boyfriend.” you gesture from jongin to baekhyun, your hand feeling oddly heavy.

the way you say it feels strange, as if the word boyfriend doesn’t quite fit, but the sincerity in baekhyun’s arm around you, the warmth of his touch, makes it feel... real.

you barely register jongin’s sharp inhale or the way his expression falters for a split second. baekhyun’s grip on you tightens for a moment before he leans down, his lips brushing your forehead in a quick, almost teasing kiss.

“we’re actually here for new year's, you know,” baekhyun says, his voice laced with a sweetness that you can’t quite shake off. “my girl can’t stand the cold back home, so we thought we’d escape for a bit.”

you glance up at baekhyun, trying to process how he knows exactly how much you hate the cold.

jongin stands there for a moment, the sharp glint in his eyes betraying the thoughts running through his mind. but before he can say anything more, his driver arrives, and he quickly shifts, offering a lazy smile as he turns to leave.

“well, that’s me,” he says, his voice dripping with a mix of sarcasm and something darker, like he's savoring the moment. “as much as this reunion’s been... lovely, the ritz doesn’t wait, right? good luck with your little relationship, though. she’s only worth the first few rounds, by the way,” he adds, giving baekhyun a light slap on the shoulder, before his gaze shifts to you—cold, dismissive, and pointed.

with that, he turns on his heel and walks away, leaving the two of you standing there in a thick, uncomfortable silence. you exhale slowly, trying to shake off the tension that’s still hanging in the air.

baekhyun doesn’t release you, his arm staying firmly around your waist as he tugs you closer, the heat from his touch making the knot in your stomach tighten.

you shift uncomfortably, your voice barely above a whisper. “baekhyun? why... why did you do that?”

baekhyun shrugs, eyes avoiding yours as a cocky smirk spreads across his face. “he was a dick. and frankly, i’m the only one allowed to be a dick to you, sweetheart.”

you scoff, but the irritation quickly fades, especially with how close he’s standing. his presence is magnetic—infuriatingly comfortable, and you find it hard to stay mad when you’re this close to him.

“w-wait—” you stammer, hurrying to keep up with baekhyun as he walks toward the luggage carousel. you watch him reach for the bags, his sleeves rolled up, revealing the defined muscles of his forearms as he moves effortlessly. as much as you’re tempted to linger on the sight of his bare forearms and the veins that run along them, your thoughts are still tangled in the conversation you just left behind. “he said he’s going to the ritz?”

baekhyun pauses, his fingers wrapping around the handle of your suitcase as he turns to glance back at you. his brow arches slightly, and there’s a fleeting flicker in his expression—something sharp, maybe irritation or even jealousy, though you can’t quite pinpoint it. it’s subtle, but it’s there, simmering beneath his calm exterior. “yeah? and?”

you falter, the realization crashing into you like a freight train. “you… you booked our stay at the ritz.”

the words hang in the air, and for a second, baekhyun doesn’t respond. instead, he straightens, pulling your suitcase off the carousel with a practiced ease before grabbing his own. his movements are unhurried, deliberate, like he’s giving himself time to decide how to respond.

finally, he lets out a low chuckle, the sound warm but edged with amusement. “oh, i see what you mean now.” his gaze flickers to you, his lips curving into that infuriatingly cocky smile. “what? you worried about running into him again? don’t tell me you’re still hung up on that asshole.”

you roll your eyes, crossing your arms defensively. “no, i’m not hung up on him. it’s just…weird. what are the odds, right?”

baekhyun shrugs, completely unfazed. “doesn’t matter, sweets. it’s the ritz. i booked it because you deserve nothing less. if he’s staying there too, that’s his problem, not ours.” he smirks, the corners of his eyes crinkling in that way that always manages to irritate and disarm you all at once. “besides, if he shows up, i’ll just remind him who you’re with now.”

his words hang in the air, casual but loaded, and you’re left staring at him, your cheeks heating as you struggle to come up with a response. typical baekhyun—always leaving you flustered and one step behind.

the car ride to the hotel is the kind of moment you’d want to capture forever. the windows are rolled down, letting the warm, golden sunshine pour in, and the tropical breeze carries the scent of saltwater and plumeria. you lean your head back against the seat, letting your eyes flutter closed for just a second as the warmth kisses your skin. it feels almost unreal, the stark contrast to the biting cold and slate-gray skies of new york city that you left behind.

cold never suited you.

you’d always hated bundling up in layers, the way your breath fogged up the air, and how the snow turned into a slushy mess on the sidewalks. you hated it all. and yet, somehow, baekhyun knew.

you glance at him from the corner of your eye, trying to piece it together. he’s relaxed in the driver’s seat, one hand loosely gripping the steering wheel while the other rests on the open window’s edge. his shirt sleeves are rolled up to his elbows, and his hair is ruffled slightly from the breeze. he looks completely at ease, like he belongs in this setting, soaking up the sun and radiating that same kind of effortless warmth.

“you’re quiet,” he says, breaking the silence. his voice is light, teasing, but not overbearing. “cat got your tongue, or are you just enjoying my company?”

“yeah, you wish,” you quip back, but there’s no real bite in your tone. your gaze drifts out the window, watching the palm trees blur past. “it’s just… nice here. warm. i like it.”

“better than new york, huh?” baekhyun grins, his eyes flicking toward you briefly before focusing back on the road. “figured you’d like it here.”

you blink, caught off guard. “you… figured? what do you mean?”

he shrugs, his casual demeanor just a little too smug for your liking. “you complain about the cold every chance you get,” he says, ticking off each point like a laundry list. “you show up to work in like three coats, a scarf, a beanie, gloves—and don’t even get me started on that sauna of an office you keep. every time i have to drop off paperwork, i’m convinced i’m walking into a tropical rainforest.”

“oh.” your frown deepens, a flicker of embarrassment creeping in. you hadn’t realized your habits were that obvious, but then again, this is baekhyun—he notices everything, even the things you wish he wouldn’t.

“besides,” he continues, his tone softening, “you deserve a break. and yeah, i know you’d probably rather be on this trip with some other loser from work, but…” his eyes flick to yours briefly, something playful but sincere lingering there, “i figured at least the weather would make you happy.”

and you are happy, you realize, though admitting it feels like giving him too much credit. the sun, the warm breeze, the open windows—it’s all so far removed from the icy grind of your usual routine. the air feels lighter here, and maybe, just maybe, so do you.

you glance at him again, catching the slight curve of his lips, that telltale satisfied smile that says he knows he got this one right. it’s annoying, really, but for once, you can’t summon the energy to fight him on it.

“thanks,” you murmur, your voice barely cutting through the rush of the wind outside.

he doesn’t miss a beat. “‘course,” he says, his smile widening like he’s been waiting for you to say it. then, because he’s baekhyun, he adds, “but hey, if you want to admit i’m the best coworker ever, i won’t stop you.”

you roll your eyes, but even that feels easier here. you settle back against the seat, the sun warming your skin, and let yourself enjoy the moment—just this once.

the lobby buzzes with the energy of holiday travelers—laughter, the distant sound of luggage wheels, the soft clinking of champagne flutes from the bar nearby. you and baekhyun stand at the concierge desk, your patience already wearing thin as the desk clerk types furiously into their computer.

“ah, yes,” the clerk says, glancing up with a polite smile. “we have you booked for one room—honeymoon suite, king bed.”

you blink. “i’m sorry, what?”

“the honeymoon suite,” they repeat, a tinge of unease creeping into their voice as they register your disbelief. “with one king bed.”

“that can’t be right,” you say, your tone sharp enough to slice through the holiday cheer around you. “honeymoon suite? are you sure you pulled up the right reservation? we’re here on a work trip, not a honeymoon. i’m sure we were supposed to have two rooms?”

the clerk’s smile falters, replaced by a wince of sympathy. “i’m so sorry,” she says, her voice overly apologetic. “the reservation only shows one room—the honeymoon suite. and unfortunately, we’re completely booked because of the holidays, so i can’t offer you any additional rooms. however, there is a sofa bed in the suite,” she adds, as though that detail might soften the blow.

it doesn’t.

you pivot on your heel, fixing baekhyun with an incredulous glare. your expression says it all: are you kidding me? meanwhile, he looks as relaxed as ever, one hand casually resting on the counter, the other in his pocket. the faint smirk tugging at the corner of his lips is enough to make your blood boil.

“baekhyun,” you hiss, your voice low enough to avoid drawing attention but packed with enough fury to cut through his smug demeanor—or so you hope. “what the hell happened, king of the fucking finance department? you were in charge of the booking.”

he meets your gaze, his smirk growing into something downright infuriating. he doesn’t flinch, doesn’t waver, just stands there like he owns the place, completely unbothered. and for a split second, you think he might actually find your irritation entertaining.

he blinks at you, eyes wide with mock shock as he lets out an exaggerated gasp. “i could have sworn i booked two rooms.”

your jaw tightens, your glare sharp enough to pierce through steel, but he doesn’t so much as flinch. instead, he turns back to the clerk, his tone smooth and unbothered. “oh well,” he says with a nonchalant shrug, as though sharing a bed is the most natural thing in the world. “it’s fine. we’ll make it work.”

before you can even open your mouth to protest, he plucks the two room keys off the counter, his lips curving into a disarmingly charming smile. “thanks so much!” he says, his voice all honey and confidence, before grabbing your belongings and striding toward the elevators like he’s just won a prize.

you stand there, rooted to the spot, half-fuming and half-stunned, before your feet finally propel you forward. your steps are quick and purposeful as you catch up to him. “baekhyun, i swear—”

he lets out a dramatic sigh, leaning against the elevator wall. “look, this was a pretty impromptu trip,” he explains, his voice taking on a softer tone, though the glint in his eye tells you he’s not entirely innocent. “we only found out about it a few days ago and it was the best—and only—room available. sorry, sweets.”

you narrow your eyes at him, lips pressed into a tight line. “‘sweets’? seriously, baekhyun, you need to cut it with the cute pet names before i smother you in your sleep tonight.”

he raises an eyebrow, a playful grin tugging at his lips. “what? you wouldn’t do that to your boyfriend, would you?” he teases, the words dripping with amusement as his grin grows wider.

the moment you step into the room, you're hit with its effortless elegance. the soft, golden light of the hawaiian afternoon floods in through the large windows, casting a warm glow across the expansive suite. the walls are decorated with modern art that feels both stylish and inviting, while the floors are covered in a plush cream-colored rug that matches the dark wood furniture. a massive king-sized bed dominates the room, draped in crisp white linens with fluffy pillows stacked high. to your left, there’s a sleek glass-walled shower and a soaking tub that looks out over the coast. it’s a peaceful, luxurious space, and for just a moment, you forget all the chaos of the check-in.

you sigh contentedly and make a beeline for the bed. it’s so inviting, the mattress looking impossibly soft, the kind of bed you can sink into and never want to leave. without hesitation, you plop down, burying yourself in the comfort of the bed and letting out a blissful hum. “dibs on the bed tonight,” you say, looking up at baekhyun with a mischievous grin.

he stares at you for a moment, lips curling into a smirk. “oh, no you don’t,” he retorts, walking over and sitting on the edge of the bed. “this bed’s big enough for both of us. we’ll just share.”

you shake your head, hands stretching out like you're claiming territory. “nope. you can take the sofa, my guy. i’m calling it. this is my bed.”

baekhyun chuckles, a low, amused sound that makes the hairs on the back of your neck stand up. he leans back, feigning deep thought, but the playful glint in his eyes gives him away. he’s not nearly as irritated as he wants you to believe. "fine," he finally says with a dramatic sigh, standing up and stretching as if the very act of standing is a monumental task. “i’ll take the sofa, even though i’m not thrilled about that.”

you watch him, trying to maintain your cool, but the unexpected pang in your chest catches you off guard. the way he’s pretending to be put out, the effort he’s putting into making it seem like he’s sacrificing something when he’s clearly just messing around—it all hits you. for a split second, you feel bad. genuinely bad. a small voice in your head whispers that maybe he’s doing this to be nice, that maybe he’s not as bad as you keep telling yourself.

but no. you push it down. you’ve made your decision about him, and you won’t let him worm his way in with his charm. you hate him, and nothing—nothing—will change that.

suddenly, baekhyun halts, his playful demeanor shifting into something more serious, though the faintest trace of a smirk remains tugging at the corners of his mouth. “i’m gonna shower first. we can finish figuring out the whole sleeping arrangement afterward, but i’m down for a pillow wall, if you are, sweets.”

his gaze flickers to yours, a glint of amusement dancing in his eyes. “i know that was on your mind,” he adds, his tone dripping with smug confidence. and damn it, that annoys you, because he’s right. it pisses you off, that he knows you so well.

he leans in slightly, voice smooth as silk, his smirk widening. “and hey,” he continues, “you wouldn’t want your dear old boyfriend to end up on the not-as-comfy sofa, right? be a good girlfriend, would ya?” there's a challenge in his tone, one that pulls at something inside you, a knot tightening in your chest.

you stare at him for a beat, trying to muster up the usual annoyance, but you can’t help the chuckle that escapes your lips. “you’re insufferable, baekhyun,” you mutter.

he winks at you, not missing a beat. “thanks, sweets. oh, and by the way,” he adds, tone dropping to one of mock seriousness, “don’t leave your expensive shampoos and stuff out, okay? if i find them, you’ll be watching me use them all up. fair warning.”

“don’t even think about it!” you call after him, but you can’t hide the amused smirk tugging at your lips. you watch him disappear into the bathroom, the sound of the shower starting a few seconds later.

your mind is a blur from everything that happened today. the weight of it all presses down on you, and the only thing you can focus on is shuffling through your bag to pull out your laptop. your fingers tremble as you tell yourself that, if you're going to avoid thinking about it all, you might as well get some work done.

so, you dive into your tasks—attempting to organize baekhyun's script and fine-tune a presentation. it’s a half-hearted effort, though. the words blur together, and the sound of your own thoughts fades, the distraction of everything around you creeping in.

you're barely getting anywhere when the sound of running water suddenly stops, pulling you from the haze of your work. the bathroom door creaks open, and your heart skips a beat as you glance up, knowing exactly what’s coming.

and there he is.

baekhyun. 

fucking shirtless.

the same baekhyun who has spent months throwing paper clips at you during meetings, the one who always swiped the last muffin in the break room—one he knew you’d been eyeing all day. standing there, completely unbothered by your presence, his sharp hip bones and smooth muscle curves on full display.

his broad shoulders practically fill the doorway of the bathroom, water droplets still clinging to his skin, glistening under the light as they trail down his collarbones, catching the soft glow of the room. they follow the sharp planes of his abs, disappearing just below the towel hanging low on his waist—just barely hiding the path that your eyes desperately try to pull away from.

you swallow hard, fighting the flush rising to your cheeks, but the image is already burned into your mind.

you turn away from him, trying your best to ignore the way your body seems to heat up at the sight of him standing there, half-drenched and smug.

“baekhyun,” you huff, shaking your head. “will you put some fucking clothes on?”

he just raises an eyebrow, clearly unbothered by your discomfort, and with a teasing grin, he casually asks, “could you toss me my clothes, sweetheart? i kinda left them on the bed.”

you roll your eyes but can’t stop the small sigh that escapes your lips. “you’re unbelievable.”

turning, you walk over to the bed where his clothes lay, carefully picking them up and making your way toward the bathroom. the large, opulent space feels even bigger as you step inside, and you can feel the humidity from the steam still lingering in the air.

as you step closer to him, your foot slips on the puddle of water he carelessly left on the floor. your balance falters, and before you can catch yourself, baekhyun's quick reflexes come into play, and he catches you by the waist.

his chest is still damp, and your body presses against his—his wet skin, still warm from the shower, sends a jolt through you, and for a moment, your mind blanks.

you can feel his heartbeat under your palm, and you pull yourself together, clearing your throat. “right. great. i, uh—thanks,” you mutter, pushing yourself away from him and regaining your composure.

baekhyun doesn’t seem fazed, his eyes still glinting with mischief as he looks down at you, but you quickly shake your head and take a step back, raising a hand. “out. now. i need to use the bathroom, and you’ve been hogging it long enough.”

he smirks, clearly amused, but doesn’t argue. “fine, fine. but you owe me for saving you from that puddle. you’re welcome, sweetheart,” he says, pulling a towel around his waist as he walks past you, his grin never fading.

you huff, watching him leave the bathroom, all too aware of the lingering heat between you. once you’re alone, you exhale sharply, trying to shake off the tension that’s built up.

the night is long, and you can’t seem to get comfortable. baekhyun, despite having his own side of the bed, is tossing and turning, invading the carefully constructed pillow wall you made between you two. every time he shifts, his arm brushes against your side or his leg nudges yours, making sleep impossible. you try to push him away, but he doesn’t stay put, and soon, your frustration reaches its peak.

with a deep sigh, you throw the covers off and slide out of bed, silently cursing the universe for putting you in this position. without another thought, you drag your pillow and blanket over to the couch, settling in the cramped space. the sofa bed’s not great, but it’s better than trying to sleep next to baekhyun, who seems completely oblivious to your discomfort.

hours pass, and though you’re exhausted, sleep doesn’t come easily. the sofa bed is too short, and the padding is far from comfortable, leaving your back sore and your mind restless. you spend the night staring at the ceiling, trying to ignore the thoughts running through your head.

finally, as the morning light begins to filter through the curtains, you hear baekhyun stirring. you sit up, rubbing your eyes and immediately checking your laptop to avoid looking at him. the soft sound of him getting out of bed fills the room, and you can almost hear his confusion when he spots the sofa bed.

he’s quiet for a beat before his voice rings out with disbelief. “wait, seriously? you’re on the couch?” his tone is a mix of surprise and concern.

you glance at him from over your laptop, blinking away the grogginess. “yeah,” you reply, shrugging as if it’s no big deal. “it wasn’t that bad.”

baekhyun’s brow furrows as he walks toward you, eyes scanning the couch and then locking onto you with a look of confusion. “but still…” he says, his voice soft but serious, “i would've rather had you stay in bed, and me go onto the shitty couch. you going on the sofa bed sounds like something that other guy would have you do.”

he sits down next to you on the couch, so close that you can feel the warmth of his body seep into yours. despite the proximity, he acts as if this is completely normal, like it’s the most natural thing in the world. and yet, it’s throwing you off, making you question what exactly is going on between you two. but then you notice the subtle shift in his expression—a slight wince—as he realizes just how uncomfortable this is. it’s a fleeting moment, but you catch it, and it makes you smirk.

you laugh softly, breaking the tension. “okay, okay, fine. i’ll kick you out if you don’t behave tonight.”

baekhyun raises an eyebrow, clearly entertained. “not even gonna send me straight to the couch?” he teases, his voice dripping with amusement. “gonna give me a chance on the bed tonight? you goin’ soft on me, sweetheart? promise i won’t disappoint. y’know, women are actually trying to get into my bed, not out of it.”

you roll your eyes at him, shaking your head at his cocky demeanor. without warning, you start throwing pillows at him, laughing as you yell, “actually, you can sleep on the beach tonight, you fucking loser.”

he jumps off the couch, trying to dodge the pillows with a dramatic flair. “it’s too early in the day for you to be this violent, woman!” he yells, grinning like a maniac.

“oh, please!” you laugh, barely able to contain your amusement. “this is a normal tuesday for us, baekhyun.”

just as you’re about to throw another pillow, a loud knock echoes from the door, cutting through the chaos.

KNOCK! KNOCK! KNOCK!

baekhyun flops back onto the bed, the sheets crinkling beneath him as you both listen to the sharp knock at the door. but before you can even move, you take the opportunity to lob one last pillow at him—smacking him squarely in the face while he's still caught off guard. you quickly shuffle toward the door, eager to beat him to the punch before he can retaliate.

you wonder, just for a second, if it’s an employee delivering the good news that there's another room available, something that might finally make this whole situation more bearable. but as you open the door, your breath catches in your throat.

standing in the doorway, looking like a storm cloud ready to explode, is jongin. his glare could slice through steel, and his arms are crossed tightly over his chest, lips curling into a sneer.

“of fucking course” he mutters, his voice dripping with venom, “it would be you two making all that noise next door.” 

you sigh, an exasperated, barely contained groan slipping from your lips. “great. perfect. just what i needed,” you mutter, pinching the bridge of your nose as the last of your patience slips away. “what do you want, jongin?”

his sneer deepens, and his voice drops into something more menacing. “to shut the hell up,” he snaps. “some of us are still trying to sleep. i don’t care what pathetic excuse of a dick he’s giving you—”

“is that all?” you interrupt, your voice flat, cutting through his tirade before it can build. your hand slides the door open just a bit wider, your tone dry and uninterested. “if it is, i’ll get back to that ‘pathetic dick.’”

there’s a brief shuffle behind you, and before you can even react, you feel the heat of baekhyun's body press against your back, the sharpness of his presence unmistakable. he leans in close, his voice a low, almost playful hum that sends a shiver down your spine.

“what’s all this about pathetic dick?” he asks, his tone smooth and dangerously seductive, “‘cus it sure as hell can’t be mine.”

jongin’s eyes flick to baekhyun, and the tension between the two men is palpable, charged with unspoken animosity.

your face heats instantly as baekhyun’s arm wraps around your waist, pulling you tight against him. the warmth of his body is almost too much to handle, and his dark eyes glint with amusement as he tilts his head down to meet yours. the smirk that curls at the corner of his lips is nothing short of lethal. “isn’t that right, sweetheart?” his voice teasing and sure.

“uh... yeah,” you stammer, the words slipping out a little too quickly, your throat tight and a rush of warmth spreading beneath your skin.

jongin’s sharp gaze narrows, cutting through the space between you and baekhyun. “she doesn’t sound very convinced,” he sneers, his lips curling into a venomous smirk. “guess she’s been missin’ a real man, huh?”

without even sparing him a glance, baekhyun’s attention remains solely on you. his lips hover dangerously close to your neck, brushing just enough to send a shiver racing down your spine. “well,” he murmurs, his voice dipped in sweet, honeyed malice, “who’s been makin’ her scream all morning?”

he angles his head slightly, exposing a red splotch on his jaw, a visible mark left from the earlier cushion assault. but the way it stands out against his skin speaks to something far more suggestive. his gaze flicks to jongin, sharp and mocking. “we’ll try to keep the noise down. now, why don’t you go be a good neighbor and fuck off?”

before jongin can retort, baekhyun’s grip on you tightens, and he tugs you back and further into your shared room with a firm, deliberate motion. the door clicks shut behind you with a satisfying snap, the confrontation left to fizzle out on the other side.

the night had fully embraced the island, the sky a deep, velvety black speckled with a million stars. the moon hung low, casting a soft silver sheen over the water, which shimmered like liquid glass in the calm evening air. you and baekhyun had set up shop at the poolside, the faint sounds of the waves crashing against the shore in the distance acting as a subtle soundtrack to the tension brewing between you two.

the flickering glow of your laptop screen illuminated your focused face, but baekhyun’s insistent whining kept cutting through the silence, forcing you to push back any sense of calm.

“ugh, seriously? we’ve been here for hours.” baekhyun groaned, stretching dramatically in his chair, the sound of his back cracking loudly as he leaned back. his eyes fluttered closed for a second as he let out a deep sigh. “this is hawaii, hawaii, and we're just sitting here... working? you can’t be serious, sweetheart.”

your eyes remained locked on your laptop screen, fingers flying over the keys as you typed away. “it’s called responsibility, baekhyun,” you muttered without looking up, your voice dripping with subtle sarcasm. “though, given how little you seem to know about it, i’m not exactly surprised that word isn’t in your vocabulary.”

he groaned again, this time pushing his chair back with a squeak that sent a shiver through the otherwise still night. he stood up, stretching his arms above his head, his body languid and exaggerated in every movement. his pout was theatrical, like a child who hadn’t gotten his way. “but i didn’t come all the way here to work the entire time,” he whined, his voice almost teasing, “especially when we could be out there enjoying the beach, having fun. we’re just gonna stare at spreadsheets and powerpoints the whole damn time? come on, sweets, let’s at least take a walk on the beach for a bit. i hear there’s a cool bar down there... just down the way. you deserve a break.”

he’s right. you can feel the strain in your eyes and the thought of a cold piña colada from the bar sounds like the perfect remedy right now. “fine,” you snap, your voice sharp, cutting through the tension. “but we have deadlines, baekhyun. we can't lose out on this merger just because you wanna fuck around and—”

your sentence is abruptly interrupted when you stand to gather your things, unintentionally bumping into baekhyun in the process.

he stumbles backward, his arms flailing in a frantic attempt to regain balance. his eyes go wide in exaggerated mock horror, a grin tugging at his lips. and then—PLOP!—he crashes straight into the pool, fully clothed, the sudden splash sending a wave of water over the edge, soaking the surrounding area.

you froze, your mouth dropping open in shock. “oh my god, baekhyun! i didn’t mean to—”

baekhyun surfaced, his drenched hair clinging to his forehead as he wiped the water from his face with a laugh. “really? you accidentally pushed me into the pool?” his voice dripped with amusement, the playful glint in his eyes only making him more insufferable.

you instinctively extended your hand, guilt rising in your chest. “i’m sorry! here, let me help you out.”

but baekhyun had other plans. before you could react, he seized your wrist, his grip surprisingly strong, and tugged you toward him with a mischievous glint in his eye. “oh no, sweetheart, you’re not getting off that easy.”

a startled gasp escaped you as you stumbled toward the pool’s edge. in one swift motion, baekhyun yanked you into the water with him. the cold hit you like a shockwave, your body stiffening as the chill enveloped you, leaving your heart racing.

you froze for a split second, panic surging through you as the cold water surrounded you. “baekhyun!” you sputtered, your voice shaky as your heart pounded in your chest. “i-i can't swim!”

without hesitation, baekhyun’s strong arms wrapped around your waist, pulling you effortlessly against his chest. his body was warm against yours, his presence grounding in a way that made your head spin. “don’t worry, sweetheart,” he murmured, his voice calm and soothing, but with an edge of something playful. “i’ve got you.”

his grip was firm, almost possessive, and it only intensified the heat flooding your cheeks. your body pressed so close to his, it felt impossible to breathe without feeling the weight of his every movement. you squirmed a little, trying to pull away, but his hold remained unyielding. “i swear, i’m gonna kill you,” you muttered through gritted teeth, frustration rising in your chest.

baekhyun’s laugh rumbled deep in his chest, low and teasing, sending a shiver racing down your spine. “if you kill me, princess,” he whispered, his breath warm and distracting against the side of your face, “you’re goin’ down with me.” his voice dropped to a mockingly romantic tone. “kinda poetic, though, don’t ya think? like romeo and juliet.”

before you could respond, the sliding glass door to jongin’s room swung open, and his voice rang out, breaking through the tension. “if you two are going to have sex in the pool, i’m calling security!” he yelled.

you froze, your cheeks burning as your embarrassment peaked. you were so done with baekhyun.

baekhyun, on the other hand, only laughed louder, his chest rumbling beneath your hands. “what?! can’t a man fuck his girl in peace? knew you were an asshole, but didn’t know you’d be a fuckin’ cockblock, too!”

you pushed against his chest, desperately trying to break free, the words slipping from your lips in a breathless hiss. “i swear, i'm going to kill you.”

and just like that, it was as if the spell that had bound the two of you together shattered, leaving everything heavy and tense. before he could even react, you were already grabbing your things, fleeing back toward the suite with a hurried, frantic urgency. leaving him behind and very, very alone.

the soft hum of the hotel room’s air conditioner was the only sound filling the space as you nestled deeper into the plush sheets, a gentle sigh escaping your lips. the warm water of the shower had relaxed your muscles, the exhaustion from the day melting away with each droplet. wrapped in a fluffy robe, you felt cozy in the bed, the soft glow of the bedside lamp casting a peaceful light around the room. 

you absentmindedly took another sip from your glass of water, the coolness of it soothing your dry throat. the day had been long, filled with endless emails and phone calls, and tomorrow’s presentation with kim corp. lingered in your mind like a weight you couldn’t shake. you’d be expected to nail it. your mind buzzed with all the things that could go wrong, all the ways you might stumble.

baekhyun returned to the room quietly, his footsteps barely audible against the soft carpet. he entered, holding a pineapple-shaped glass filled with a creamy piña colada, the faint scent of coconut and rum reaching you before he even spoke. his gaze immediately found you, and that ever-present, playful grin tugged at his lips.

“a peace offering,” he said casually, stepping closer, his voice gentle but full of the usual teasing warmth. “for the whole, y’know, pool incident earlier.”

you shot him a half-hearted glance, barely meeting his eyes. you could hear the slight edge of frustration in your own voice when you responded. “you didn’t have to drag me into the pool like that.”

baekhyun chuckled, his eyes bright with that mischievous glint. “maybe not, but it was fun, wasn’t it?”

you let out a sigh, a mixture of exasperation and amusement tugging at your lips, a reluctant smile curling despite yourself. baekhyun set the piña colada down on the bedside table with a soft clink, then proceeded to strip off his clothes. you quickly turned your gaze to the side, trying your best not to look, but god, it was nearly impossible not to glance. his body was a work of art—toned muscles, perfectly sculpted. even in the soft light of the room, the sight of him was enough to make your breath hitch. you forced your attention elsewhere, trying to keep your thoughts in check, but it was hard to ignore the way your body reacted.

he walked toward the bathroom, his steps sure and confident, and the sound of running water soon filled the space. you exhaled, attempting to push those thoughts from your mind, but it wasn’t easy. a few moments later, the sound of the water stopped, and the bathroom door creaked open. baekhyun emerged, freshly showered, his hair slightly damp and tousled, the scent of soap and shampoo lingering in the air. he wore nothing more than a simple t-shirt and sweatpants, but even in the most casual clothes, he still looked effortlessly stunning.

it was fucking infuriating.

he slid into the bed beside you with his usual ease, like it was second nature to him, yet his eyes didn’t stray from you. they lingered, observing you with that familiar intensity. you could feel his gaze on you, but you refused to meet it. something about the way he was looking at you made your heart race, and you didn’t know if it was the exhaustion from the day or the way he seemed to have an unspoken understanding of everything.

the pillow wall, once a physical barrier, seemed to stretch into something more now. as he shifted closer, his gaze flicked over you—keen, observant, knowing. his eyes softened slightly, as if sensing the quiet tension still holding you.

you didn’t need to look at him to know he was watching. you bit your lip, furrowing your brow, lost in thoughts that weighed heavier than you let on. of course, baekhyun noticed. he noticed everything about you. the way your shoulders were slightly hunched, the tightness in your jaw, the way your fingers gripped the edge of the blanket just a little too hard.

he shifted, leaning toward you with a gentle, reassuring smile, his voice low and smooth as he spoke. “y’know... you did great today. we both did.” his hand hovered just shy of the pillow wall, like he wanted to close the space but didn’t push. “and we’ll do great tomorrow too. you always do.”

you met his gaze, and for a fleeting moment, his words cut through the whirl of your thoughts like a breath of fresh air. you felt the tension in your shoulders ease, the grip on the blanket loosening as you let out a long, slow breath. “you always say that,” you murmured, a small smile tugging at your lips, though it was almost fond.

you couldn’t help but remember how baekhyun had always been the first to notice when you were nervous before presentations or meetings. he’d show up early, stand next to you, and assure you that you were going to crush it, always with that playful glint in his eye. at the time, you took it as nothing more than sarcasm, a part of his usual flirting. but now, as his words settled in your chest, a realization hit you. maybe—just maybe—he’d always been genuine. even when he was a flirtatious bastard.

baekhyun’s smile deepened, his eyes softening in that rare, vulnerable way you’d only ever seen in private moments. “’cus it’s true. you always pull through, no matter how much you’re stressing. you’ve got this. don’t let it eat you up.” the sincerity in his tone sent a ripple through you, and for the first time, you wondered if there was more to him than just the cocky, teasing persona he showed to the world.

you didn’t respond at first, your heart racing with the weight of tomorrow’s pressure. but his words, those simple, honest words, had a way of grounding you. slowly, you turned your head toward him, no longer worried about the invisible wall that still seemed to separate you. you didn’t need to say anything. his presence alone was enough to make you feel like you weren’t carrying the weight of it all alone.

baekhyun didn’t move any closer, but the space between you felt smaller somehow. his gaze remained steady on yours, the soft glow of the room casting gentle shadows across his features. he wasn’t going to let you carry it all on your own. and somehow, that reassurance settled your nerves more than anything.

the tension that had clouded the room seemed to dissipate, leaving a quiet, comfortable silence between you two. you finally took a sip of your piña colada, the cold sweetness of it sliding down your throat, and for the first time in hours, you allowed yourself to relax.

baekhyun’s voice broke the silence, playful as ever. “and don’t worry. if you need me to bail you out tomorrow, i’ll be right there, by your side. y’know i’m good at that.”

you chuckled softly, feeling a bit of the weight lift from your shoulders. “i’m sure you’ll find a way to ‘help,’ baekhyun.”

he grinned, his hand reaching out to briefly touch the edge of your pillow, just enough to let you know he was there. “always do, sweetheart. always do.”

and for the first time this entire trip, you felt like you might actually be able to sleep.

baekhyun leaned back in his chair, eyes unfocused as he traced the pattern on the desk with his finger, his mind drifting. the memory came flooding back—three years ago, the first day you’d officially stepped into the role of head of marketing at inb100.

it was a strange, almost surreal day for him. kyungsoo, as usual, was directing everyone around with his quiet but unyielding authority. sehun and chanyeol were up on ladders, struggling to hang a banner that said welcome new head of marketing! the sight made baekhyun roll his eyes as he watched them fumble with the task, then leaned back in his chair to speak up.

“aww, you guys shouldn’t have. but i’ve already been here for a couple years now,” baekhyun jokes, grinning as he glanced over at kyungsoo. “also, i’m in finance, not marketing.”

kyungsoo didn’t even look up from his clipboard, his voice as dry as ever. “always the idiot, aren’t you, baekhyun?”

baekhyun’s grin faltered, his thoughts momentarily stalled as the weight of the greeting on the banner settled in. new head of marketing. it hadn’t crossed his mind much before, but now, the realization hit him like a punch to the gut. kyungsoo didn’t seem to care at all, his focus entirely on whatever task was in front of him. but baekhyun couldn’t shake the nagging curiosity gnawing at him. who would fill that role? would they fit into the mold of everyone else? or would they stand out, make waves? he wasn’t sure why it mattered, but it did.

“have you met the new head yet?” baekhyun asked, his voice a little sharper than he intended.

kyungsoo didn’t even glance up, still engrossed in whatever was on his clipboard. “nope, not yet,” he replied flatly. “but i hear she's real good.”

‘she’, huh?

baekhyun hummed thoughtfully, tapping his fingers against the desk. “you think if she’ll be like the others? you know? just another cog in the machine. or maybe something different... a ‘yes man’ like chanyeol, always eager tobe on minseok’s good side? or maybe a hardass, like you, kyungsoo?”

baekhyun continued, his words flowing out without much thought. but kyungsoo had already tuned him out, lost in his own world as usual, the conversation no longer holding any of his attention. baekhyun's voice trailed off as he realized no one was listening. he let out a small sigh, his thoughts lingering on the possibility. 

but he quickly shrugged it off, dismissing the unease that began to coil in his chest. there was no point in getting worked up over it. the new head of marketing would probably just be another face, another name to add to the roster. nothing more.

he stood up and made his way over to the table, where an assortment of snacks lay—muffins, fresh fruit, coffee, all neatly arranged for the team to graze on. his stomach growled in protest, and he didn’t hesitate to grab a muffin, devouring it quickly without caring about the crumbs that fell carelessly onto his shirt.

he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, content for the moment, until a soft, confident voice cut through his haze.

“excuse me, do you mind if i grab one of those?”

baekhyun froze, fully expecting some random in marketing awaiting the new head’s arrival by grabbing a small snack.

but then he saw you.

his breath caught.

baekhyun swears he’d fallen in love at that moment.

you were everything he hadn’t anticipated—graceful, composed, with an effortless elegance that radiated from you. there was an air of quiet authority that surrounded you, impossible to ignore. you didn’t look like a typical office worker, much less someone in charge of marketing. no, you were too striking, too captivating to be confined to this place. had you ever considered modeling? baekhyun wondered, his mind running a little wild at the thought of you in front of cameras instead of spreadsheets.

you looked...different. better than anything he’d imagined. and just for a second, he felt like he was in the presence of something rare, something far beyond his typical workday.

his mouth went dry, a rush of heat flooding his face as he quickly forced a smile, trying to mask the surprise that hit him all at once. “uh, of course, go ahead,” he said, his voice a little strained as he stepped aside, maybe a little too quickly, to give you space.

you glanced at him, the corners of your mouth twitching into a subtle smirk, eyes glinting with amusement. “thanks,” you said, reaching for a muffin, your voice light and playful. “by the way, nice try with the whole ‘i’ve been here for years’ thing. thought it was kinda cute.” you paused, your gaze lifting to meet his, the challenge in your eyes sharp and clear. “but, what was it you said afterwards? wondering if i’m a 'yes-man' or a hardass?”

baekhyun blinked, completely thrown off guard. his stomach did an unexpected flip, and his heart rate picked up. how the hell had you read him so easily? it rattled him more than he was willing to admit. he hadn’t expected you to catch on so quickly, and the realization hit harder than he cared to admit. “i... uh... maybe i was,” he stammered, his confidence momentarily slipping, but then he quickly regained his composure. a grin spread across his face as he tried to steer the conversation back to safer ground. “but i’m relieved to see you’re not a hardass...at least not yet.”

you took a slow, deliberate bite of the muffin, raising an eyebrow as you held his gaze. “yeah, we’ll see,” you replied, your tone smooth and teasing. “but i’m not here to be anyone’s 'yes-man.'”

the tension in his chest melted away as a genuine laugh escaped him. there was something about the way you carried yourself that both intrigued and unsettled him. most people were easy to read, predictable—but not you. you weren’t someone he could figure out in one conversation, and for some reason, that only made him more curious.

god, you were exactly what he'd always dreamed of. seriously, his ideal.

and even now, you still felt like a dream—especially now, standing in front of him on your third day in hawaii. your fingers absently twisted through your hair as you studied your reflection in the mirror, smoothing down the fabric of your dress. “ugh, i hope it’s not over the top. how do i look?”

so fucking perfect, as always, is what he wanted to say.

but instead, he nudged your shoulder from where he was lounging in the office chair, the two of you waiting in the spacious meeting room before the ceo of kim corp and his partner. flashing you a teasing grin, he shrugged nonchalantly. “y’look fine, sweetheart. but, y’know, not quite as good as me.”

he couldn't help but savor the way your punch landed on his arm, the familiar warmth of your smile spreading across your face once again. it was the kind of smile that had started to feel like a constant, one he could easily picture lighting up his days if you'd let him.

“yeah, right. you can’t even tie this thing properly,” you teased, reaching over with quick fingers to fix his crooked tie. “see? much better,” you added, a proud smile tugging at your lips.

he chuckled, his cheeks dusted with a faint pink as that smile of yours worked its magic, making his heart stutter. leaning in closer, a mischievous glint sparkled in his eyes. “if you wanted to get your hands on me, you could’ve just asked, sweetheart. oh wait, you kinda did last night, didn’t you? i seem to recall someone ignoring their little pillow wall.”

“oh, shut up,” you glared at him, though the smirk tugging at the corners of your mouth betrayed your annoyance. “that was so embarrassing.”

baekhyun leaned casually against the conference table, the usual mischievous glint in his eyes. he was about to open his mouth, clearly ready to say something—something that would no doubt make you roll your eyes and laugh at his audacity—but just as he parted his lips, the door to the meeting room swung open with a sudden swiftness.

you both quickly snapped to attention, rising from your chairs to greet the mogul.

in walked junmyeon, the ceo of kim corp., impeccably dressed in his usual tailored suit, followed by none other than his trusted right-hand man. the air in the room immediately shifted—junmyeon exuded an air of quiet authority, while his partner’s presence was a magnetic pull that seemed to command attention effortlessly. but it wasn’t their professional demeanor that caught you off guard.

it was the moment jongin’s eyes landed on you.

a split second of recognition flickered across his face, and his eyebrows furrowed slightly. he glanced between you and baekhyun, his expression turning from curiosity to disbelief. his lips parted, and the unmistakable shock was clear in his voice.

“wait... no fucking way.” jongin's eyes darted between you and baekhyun, disbelief written all over his face as the three of you stood there, mouths practically on the floor. “you two?”

your heart skipped a beat, the sudden jolt of recognition freezing you in place. baekhyun, too, went rigid, his usual confident demeanor faltering for a moment as he tried to process what had just happened. his expression went blank, and you could almost see the gears turning in his head as he, too, scrambled to make sense of the situation.

your mind raced, trying to make sense of the tangled web of connections. junmyeon, the ceo of kim corp., was already making his way toward the table, completely unaware of the tension hanging in the air. his presence was commanding, as usual, but today, his stride felt slightly out of sync with the uneasy atmosphere he was about to walk into.

as he reached the table, junmyeon paused for a split second, glancing between you and baekhyun with a raised brow. “ah,” he said with a smile, clearly oblivious to the awkwardness. “so you three know each other? well, this should be easy then.” he casually unbuttoned his blazer, the movement smooth and confident, before taking a seat across from you both. his tone was light, almost amused, as he gestured for jongin to sit beside him.

jongin, still looking between you and baekhyun with that same perplexed expression, slid into the seat next to junmyeon, his eyes never fully leaving the two of you. you could practically feel the weight of his unasked questions hanging in the air, and it only made the situation feel more surreal.

you sat frozen for a moment, trying to regain your bearings, while baekhyun seemed to settle back into his usual cool, collected self. 

“so, about this merger…” junmyeon starts.

the meeting had concluded with impressive efficiency. presentations delivered, contracts laid out neatly in front of junmyeon, everything falling into place perfectly. as he stood up from the table, he gave you all a brief, reassuring smile. “i’ll just make a quick call to the board members—unfortunately, their flight got canceled back in new york, which was why they weren't able to attend today. it's too bad. they're missing out on the beautiful weather here,” he added with a light chuckle before heading for the door.

the door clicked shut behind him, and suddenly, the atmosphere in the room shifted. you felt the tension crackle almost immediately.

jongin was the first to speak, his voice low, but dripping with that signature sarcasm that could make even the most confident of people cringe. “i can't believe this,” he said, eyes flicking between you and baekhyun. his gaze lingered on you for just a second too long, the corner of his mouth lifting in disbelief. “you two are supposed to be here on a business trip AND you're also dating? really?” he scoffed, throwing his hands up in mock exasperation.

you shifted uncomfortably in your seat, instinctively glancing at baekhyun. he was leaning back in his chair, arms folded across his chest, expression unreadable.

jongin seemed to relish in the discomfort that had settled in the air. “you both are seriously going to get fired,” he continued, a wicked grin playing at his lips. “i’m telling minseok. you’ll both be out of a job faster than you can fucking blink.”

"i don’t recall there being anything in our employee contracts that forbade us from dating our coworkers." baekhyun tensed beside you, his posture rigid, as if he were ready to swing the moment you gave the word.

jongin’s eyes narrowed as he leaned in towards, his voice dipping into something low and bitter. “back when you and i were still together,” he drawled, his gaze flickering between the two of you with mock interest, “i remember how much you complained about baekhyun. god, you really couldn’t stand him.” amusement dripped from his words as he turned his attention to baekhyun, a smirk tugging at his lips. “funny how things change, huh?”

a flash of something—was it irritation? amusement?—passed over baekhyun’s face, but he stayed silent, allowing jongin to continue.

jongin's smirk deepened as the silence stretched on. “you’d be better off with me than this ‘incompetent little shit’, as you like to put it,” he said casually, like it was no big deal. his tone, though, was as sharp as ever, and you could tell he was testing both you and baekhyun—waiting to see how far he could push.

jongin's words hung in the air like a challenge, but before you could even process your reaction, baekhyun spoke, his voice smooth but laced with a dry humor that you knew all too well.

“yeah, i'm sure she told you about all the things i did to piss her off.” he paused, his eyes narrowing slightly, the playful glint never quite leaving. “y'know, the stuff that made her so mad she couldn’t even look at me without wanting to throw something at my head.”

you rolled your eyes, not at all surprised by baekhyun's tendency to casually brush off every slight, but something about his tone made it clear he wasn’t rattled by jongin's comments.

he leaned forward slightly, his gaze flicking back to you, and a smirk tugged at his lips. “honestly, it’s not like i didn’t deserve it,” he continued with an easy shrug. “she hated me back then. hell, she probably still can’t stand me now.”

you glance at baekhyun, your brows knitting together in uncertainty, unsure of where he’s going with this. the air between the three of you feels charged, a quiet tension bubbling just beneath the surface. you open your mouth, ready to steer the conversation into safer waters, to defuse whatever this is before it spirals.

but then baekhyun speaks, his voice low and laced with a cocky edge that sends a ripple through the room. “i love pressing her buttons, though,” he says, his eyes flickering with mischief as he leans back, utterly unbothered. “she’s fucking hot when she’s pissed off.”

“what the hell?” jongin starts, his eyes darting between you both in disbelief. you could practically feel the heat rising in your cheeks, already overwhelmed by the absurdity of this whole interaction. “and you? you're just... fine with this? how the hell do you deal with him when i never got the time of day for even being mildly annoying to you?”

before you can even open your mouth to respond, baekhyun’s already stepping in, his voice laced with amusement, completely unfazed by the situation. "well, we fuck it out, of course," he says casually, a smirk tugging at the corners of his lips. "oh! did she find you that repulsive that she wouldn’t even touch you when she’s pissed? aw, couldn’t be me."

jongin’s jaw dropped slightly, his face scrunching in a mixture of irritation and disbelief. “this is... ridiculous,” he muttered under his breath, clearly done with the back-and-forth.

it was as if you were saved by the bell when the door suddenly swung open, and in walked junmyeon, his bright smile lighting up the room. “alright, everything's all good with the board. let’s get to signing.” he says, his tone cheerful and confident.

jongin, however, wasn't having it. he stood up, his frustration palpable as he interjected, “junmyeon, you can’t be serious. we can’t be doing business with these scumbags!��

junmyeon’s expression tightened for a split second, his calm demeanor shifting just enough to send a sharp, pointed glance in jongin’s direction—a look that unmistakably conveyed enough. “that’s enough out of you, jongin,” he said, his voice low and steady, yet carrying an undeniable authority. the words cut through the building tension in the room, effectively silencing it. “you’ll have to excuse my business partner here. he’s obviously not in his right head. maybe still jet lagged?”

after that, everything seemed like a blur—contracts were signed, signatures hastily scribbled in all the right places, and baekhyun, ever the troublemaker, took every opportunity to make faces at jongin from behind junmyeon’s back. the tension in the room was almost palpable as you tried to keep your focus on the task at hand.

then, with a casual smile, junmyeon added, “oh, and you two must have lunch with us soon now that we’re official partners. i’m sure the board would be quite pleased with you two.” the words lingered in the air, heavy with implication, and you could practically feel jongin's discomfort radiating from across the room. 

baekhyun, never one to miss a chance to stoke the fire, couldn’t resist. with that infuriatingly smug grin of his, he leaned forward, voice dripping with playful confidence. “of course, my girlfriend and i would love to,” he said just loud enough for jongin—exiled to a nearby table—to seethe in barely contained irritation. “won’t we, sweetheart?” 

as the meeting wrapped up, junmyeon stood, his smile practically glowing with excitement. “i can’t think of a better way to start the new year than with this partnership,” he said, his tone warm and genuine. “thank you both for your hard work and dedication, especially during the holidays. i know this isn’t ideal timing—most people would rather be with their families right now.” he paused, glancing between you and baekhyun. “but at least you two have each other to ring in the new year tonight. that’s something, isn’t it?” 

his words lingered, and you felt a strange mix of guilt and gratitude as you glanced at baekhyun, who, despite his usual antics, offered you a small, genuine smile.

and just like that, you found yourself gripping baekhyun by the lapels of his suit, half dragging, half stumbling as the two of you careened into the room. your head buzzed from the whirlwind of the night—the thrill of the merger officially sealed, the celebratory drinks at the beach bar baekhyun wouldn’t stop raving about, and the heady mix of alcohol and adrenaline still coursing through your veins.

“careful now, sweetheart,” baekhyun chuckled, his voice warm and teasing as you both tripped over each other’s unsteady steps, the door swinging shut behind you. “can’t go ruining our streak now. wouldn’t want to kill each other on our last day, right? we’ve been on such a roll.”

his grin was infectious, and despite your mild frustration at his antics, you couldn’t help but laugh. the way he looked at you—mischief twinkling in his eyes, his tie loosened just enough to reveal the carefree confidence he wore so well—made your head spin.

“hey, baekhyun?” your voice is soft, almost hesitant, as you glance over at him.

“yeah, sweets?” he responds casually, toeing off his shoes and shrugging out of his jacket, his movements unhurried as if the weight of the evening hadn’t touched him at all.

he pauses, his back turned to you as he adjusts the cuffs of his shirt. then, slowly, he turns, a lazy smirk already tugging at the corners of his lips. “what, you didn’t like it?”

“that’s not—” you huff, crossing your arms, feeling the warmth of the alcohol make your words clumsier than usual. “that’s not the point, baekhyun. i just… wanna know why.”

he takes a step closer, the glint in his eyes unmistakable as he tilts his head, studying you with that maddeningly playful expression of his. “because it’s fun watching you squirm,” he says simply, but there’s something deeper in his tone, something that lingers unspoken between you.

“you’re so fucking annoying,” you mutter, but the heat rising in your cheeks betrays you.

he lets out a soft chuckle, stepping closer until there's barely any space between you. “maybe,” he says, his voice dipping into a low murmur. he steps in even closer, his hand sliding effortlessly to your waist, pulling you just a bit nearer. “or maybe... i just like the way it sounds. my girlfriend.”

for the first time in either of your lives, you look up at baekhyun with something entirely new in your eyes. there’s a pink tint dusting your cheeks, softening the sharpness of your usual quips, and a sparkle in your gaze that practically screams that, to you, baekhyun puts the stars in the sky.

the sight freezes him in place. his confidence, always at an all-time high, suddenly falters. your expression, so full of quiet awe, makes his chest tighten and—god help him—his dick twitch in response. he coughs awkwardly, breaking eye contact and quickly retreating behind a mask of playful bravado.

“anyway,” he blurts, voice a little higher than usual, “did you see jongin’s face after? priceless. he looked like he’d swallowed a lemon.”

his deflection is so blatant it’s almost laughable, but you let it slide. the memory of jongin’s ashen face pulls a giggle from you, light and giddy, and baekhyun leans in just a little, clearly relieved that you’ve let him off the hook—for now.

“oh my god, yes!” you laugh, your words tumbling out between breaths as you press him back against the wall to steady yourselves. you’re drunk—on the victory, on the night, and maybe, just maybe, a little on him. “jongin looked like he was going to fucking explode.”

“see, sweetheart?” baekhyun’s grin is back, his cocky edge sharpened by your laughter. his arms wrap around you, drawing you closer in what could pass for a congratulatory hug. or, at least, that’s how it starts. “told ya i’d remind him you’re with now.”

but his hands settle lower than they should, fingertips pressing into the curve of your hips in a way that feels decidedly more possessive than celebratory. neither of you say anything about it, the moment hanging heavy in the air, charged with an electricity that neither of you can quite bring yourselves to disrupt.

“don’t even know why you dated that fuckin’ bozo in the first place,” baekhyun drawls, his voice dripping with smugness. his lips curl into a lopsided grin, the kind that always sparks a mix of irritation and amusement in you. “he’s not even in your league.”

you scoff, rolling your eyes with dramatic flair. “oh, gee, thanks. really boosting my self-esteem here.”

“no, no. not like that,” he says, his tone shifting as he leans in. his fingers catch your chin, tilting your face up until your eyes lock onto his. and god, his gaze—dark, hungry, and laced with something unspoken—sends a tremor straight through you. “don’t ever think it’s that way, stupid. you’re too gorgeous for him. besides,” he adds with a wicked grin, “he spoke like a man who couldn’t even find the clit.”

the laugh bursts out of you before you can stop it, a mix of disbelief and amusement. but you recover quickly, your lips curling into a sly smirk as you counter, “well, he did find it.”

his expression shifts in an instant. the playful glint in his eyes dims, replaced by something darker, sharper. his brows knit together, and his jaw ticks as he processes your words, the muscle there working overtime. it’s satisfying—watching him squirm, just a little.

“but,” you say, leaning in close, your lips brushing against the shell of his ear, your voice dropping to a low, teasing whisper, “wanna hear a secret?”

he doesn’t speak—doesn’t even breathe, it seems. he gives a short, barely-there nod, his body tensing under the weight of your words.

“he still never made me cum.”

his body stills entirely, as if your words have short-circuited him. his eyes bore into yours, searching for some sign of a joke, but all he finds is your growing smile.

“...never?” he finally breathes, the single word heavy with disbelief and something dangerously close to anger.

you lean back just enough to catch every flicker of emotion in his face, your grin widening as you deliver the final blow. “never.”

the air between you shifts, heavy and charged, as the weight of your confession lingers. you expect baekhyun to retort with his usual quick wit, some snarky comment that’ll have you rolling your eyes.

“i could,” he breathes, the words almost shaky, like he’s barely holding himself together. his breaths are ragged, his chest rising and falling faster than you’ve seen all night.

you blink, tilting your head in confusion, caught off guard by the uncharacteristic seriousness in his tone. “what?”

his eyes find yours, dark and unwavering, and he repeats himself, this time with a cocky edge curling his lips into that smirk you know too well. “i could made you cum, y’know.” he leans in, his voice thick with confidence and something more primal. 

his words send a shiver down your spine, but there’s a part of you—a defiant, playful part—that refuses to give in so easily. raising a brow, you let a sultry smirk spread across your lips. “is that an offer?”

the reaction is instant. baekhyun’s arms loop around your waist, pulling you flush against him with a grip that’s almost too tight, the kind that borders on possessive. you could swear you hear your bones protest, but you don’t care. not when his eyes are burning into you like this, not when his lips hover so close you can feel the heat radiating off them.

“it’s a promise, sweetheart,” he murmurs, his voice low and thick with a hunger that makes your breath catch, sending a wave of heat crashing through you. the words land heavy in the air between you, and his unwavering gaze locks with yours, the intensity in his eyes almost enough to make your knees give way.

oh, that’s all you needed to hear—everything you’d been craving. and he knows it. he sees the way your skin prickles with goosebumps, how your body reacts to him without even trying. the way your lips part just slightly, almost like an invitation, and he swears he can hear that soft, syrupy tone in your voice before you even speak it.

“prove it to me then,” you whisper, the challenge clear in your eyes, daring him to follow through.

in that moment, the fireworks erupted in the distance, their deafening roar ringing in the new year as baekhyun’s lips crashed into yours with a force that stole the breath from your lungs. it wasn’t gentle or deliberate—nothing like the soft, romantic kisses you’d imagined. this was raw, primal, as if an invisible force had pulled you together, unrelenting and inevitable. every frantic press of his lips against yours felt like an explosion, a desperate, magnetic connection that neither of you could fight.

it was unlike anything you’d ever expected from byun baekhyun—no boundaries, no rules, just the overwhelming sensation of drowning in each other, caught in a storm of heat and desperation. he kissed you like you were his air, like he couldn’t get enough, and he was willing to hold his breath forever if it meant keeping you close.

his tongue swept into your mouth, exploring every corner, every inch of your lips with frantic need, as if he’d been starved of this moment for far too long. it was as if he’d forgotten how to breathe, drowning in the intensity of it, but never daring to stop, afraid that the second he did, he’d lose you.

and then, the fireworks in the distance—their loud, overwhelming explosions—felt like the very way he kissed you: impossible to ignore. each burst in the sky mirrored the fierce, unrelenting clash of your lips, echoing with intensity and raw need. the vibrant lights, fleeting yet brilliant, lit up the dark sky, just like the way his mouth claimed yours, igniting heat in your veins.

with every pop and crackle of the fireworks, his kiss deepened, more frantic, as if he couldn’t hold back any longer. the colors above—bright, burning, alive—seemed to reflect the way he touched you, his hands pulling you closer, his tongue moving with desperation that matched the chaos of the display. it was a beautiful, reckless collision of sound and motion, and for that brief moment, nothing else existed. it was just you, just him, and the fire in his kiss, mirroring the explosion of fireworks lighting up the sky.

“ah, fuck—” baekhyun hisses, his voice low and strained as he pulls back just a fraction, delicate strings of spit snapping between you. his dark eyes drink you in, glossy and dazed with your lips swollen and glistening from his. “ya don’t know how long i’ve wanted to taste those lips of yours, sweetheart. i swear.”

he kisses you again and again, as though he couldn’t possibly stop, as though stopping might shatter him. his lips, his tongue—he’s everywhere, consuming and relentless, pulling soft moans from your throat when he slips his tongue past the seam of your lips. you’re dizzy with it, drunk on the taste of him and the faint, familiar sweetness of those strawberry lollipops you always caught him sucking on in the break room. and now? now, you’re the one he can’t get enough of, and you wouldn’t have it any other way.

he pulls back slightly, his gaze capturing every soft sound that escapes your lips as his large hands knead your body through the fabric of your dress.

“ba-baekhy—” you gasp out, the words stumbling over your lips when he flips you, pressing you against the wall. his lips assault yours in a frenzy, peck after heated peck, desperate and needy. “what do you—mean—”

he groans, the sound rumbling in his chest as his lips trail down the quivering curve of your throat. “just… kiss me. damn, for someone who has such a gorgeous mouth, you sure talk too much, sweetheart.”

oh, and that was rich coming from him—though you barely get the chance to snap back at him before he’s already over it, deciding he’s done with all the teasing. if he’d even been teasing at all, that is.

in an instant, his hands are at the cold metal zipper of your dress, tugging it down with an easy motion, the fabric following with it as it pools around your waist, revealing more than you’re ready for. fuck, when did he even unclip your bra?

“you—” you try to speak, but the cool air in the room sends a shiver down your spine, your nipples hardening in the chill. the sensation only intensifies when you feel his stiff arousal pressing against your side, sending a hot rush of heat to flood your core. it’s more than just words now, and you feel the undeniable truth of it, the tightening in your thighs as you unconsciously squeeze them together. you shoot him a sharp, questioning look, your breath faltering slightly. “you’re serious about this, aren’t you?”

baekhyun flashes you that familiar, mischievous grin, and his large hands move to cup your breasts, his touch heavy and possessive. “wanna know how many times i’ve pictured this, sweetheart? go ahead, ask.”

“no,” you answer quickly, though your voice trembles just slightly.

“why not?” he teases, his gaze dark and intense.

“‘cus you haven’t,” you respond, your words more a challenge than a statement.

without any warning, his hand comes down hard, a sharp slap landing on the soft curve of your ass. the sting leaves a fiery trail as his fingers linger, pressing firmly through the fabric of your dress, now hiked even higher.

“always have to talk back, don’t you?” baekhyun spits the words, his knee pressing between your legs. his grin, so innocently handsome, spreads across his face as he notices the soft moan that slips from your lips. he grinds against you purposefully, feeling your body shift under him. “why won’t ya ever, hah—believe me?”

his hand yanks your dress down, down, down, while the other forces your hips against his thick, muscled thigh. “let’s try that again,” he says with a wicked gleam in his eye, “ask me like the good girl you are.”

you swallow hard, fighting the instinct to push back, to refuse him. instead, your body betrays you, moving with desperation as you feel yourself grinding helplessly against his thigh. a whimper escapes your lips when his hand tightens around your hair, pulling your head back to force you to look at him. 

you swallow hard, your voice trembling as you ask, “h-how many times have you pictured this, baekhyun?”

“lost count after your first month on the job, sweetheart,” he mutters, his voice thick with hunger, a dark, almost predatory smile curling on his lips.

you want to fight it. you want to resist, be bratty, rebellious. but your body betrays you, moving on its own, too far gone to even think clearly. the way you grind against him, needy and filthy, makes you feel like you're losing control, sinking deeper into the heat of desire that surges through you.

baekhyun watches you, his grin darkening as his hands take hold of your hips, guiding you to grind harder, faster, pushing you to drown in the overwhelming sensations. “yeah, that’s it,” he growls, his voice low and rough. “that’s my girl. a secret for a secret, right?”

his words hang in the air, heavy with intent. “remember that time i ‘slept’ through the whole meeting?” he murmurs, his lips brushing against your ear, then sinking into your lobe with a sharp bite. “nah, wasn’t sleepin’.”

his tongue traces the spot he just bit, slow and teasing, his voice dropping even lower. “it’s just... i couldn’t stop staring at that cute little skirt you wore that day. so fucking short, so tight. couldn’t bring myself to face anyone, not after i spent the entire night with my hand around my cock, thinking about all the sweet, filthy things i could do to you.”

“god, you're so fucking nasty,” you gasp, your breath coming in shallow bursts.

“yeah, i know,” baekhyun purrs, his fingers dancing over the hem of your dress, the fabric now hanging loosely at your thighs. “don't pretend you're all innocent when you wear somethin’ like this underneath. drivin’ me fuckin’ crazy. how'd ya know red’s my favorite color?"

you didn’t.

his finger glides across the lace of your red panties, feeling the dampness through the fabric. he groans, deep and satisfied. “yeah, thought so... just as dirty as i imagined.”

with his theory proven, baekhyun hooks one arm beneath your trembling thighs, lifting you effortlessly. you let out a desperate sound when he smacks your ass hard, the sting sharp and delicious. “baekhyun!” you cry, your body arching against him instinctively.

“oh, i love that. say it again,” he murmurs, his voice thick with desire as he steps slowly toward the edge of your shared bed. he takes his time, savoring the feeling of your drooling cunt soaking through, leaving a small dark patch on his suit. “i said, say it again.”

all it takes is a sharp slap to your ass and the honeyed drag of his name on your lips to make baekhyun splay you out like some desperate slut on the soft, silken sheets. your hands instinctively grab at his broad shoulders when he pauses, taking a moment to admire just how breathtaking you look. even better than any fantasy his mind could conjure.

“baekhyun,” you mewl, and he licks his lips, eyes glazed, entranced by the sight of you. he's unsure where to focus—on the needy, cockdrunk look in your eyes, the way your flimsy dress clings to the plushness of your thighs, or the glistening patch on your cunt, already wet and waiting. it’s all so mouthwatering. “baekhyu—ba—baek!”

the sound of your voice snaps him out of his daze. “what did you call me?” he breathes, his words low and ragged.

you bat your lashes at him innocently, feigning sweetness, “baekhy—”

“no.” he interrupts, his throat bobbing with a heavy gulp. his thumb presses against your puffy lips, dragging the same words out of you—wanting them to spill directly to his aching cock once more. “the other one. don’t play stupid with me, sweetheart. you know exactly what i’m talking about.”

oh, you do.

you feel your pussy clench, the anticipation building, and you whine out that little nickname again. “baek, please.” you add a slight quiver, just enough to make baekhyun’s lips curl into a soft “oh!” his breath catches, a low hiss escaping him as his hand instinctively moves to squeeze his bulging erection.

“oh yes, m'name sounds so fucking cute on your lips,” he groans. the sheets beneath you rustle with the movement as he urgently shifts lower, “sounds so fucking good it makes me wanna—”

RIP!

“—know if she sounds just as pretty as you do when you’re beggin’ for me.”

you're still reeling from the disarray left by your favorite dress, now reduced to a crumpled heap on the floor, the fabric torn and forgotten. a burst of irritation rises in your chest, your voice cutting through the air as you huff, “baekhyun, you're ngh—dead if you don’t replace that—”

before you can finish your threat, his hand strikes again, this time landing softly but deliberately on your inner thighs, where your skin is already heated with frustration. the edge of his fingers brushes your swollen folds, sending a shiver through you. “yeah, yeah,” he murmurs with a dark chuckle, “i'll buy you the whole fuckin' store if ya want me to.” his breath hovers over you, hot and teasing, as he leans in, his lips barely grazing your ear. “but first, ’m gonna make sure ya don’t dare call me that again.”

his words hang in the air, leaving you speechless—any retort you might have had is completely wiped from your mind as he leans in closer. his tongue, warm and daring, slides a slow, deliberate path up your slick folds, the sensation dragging a breathless whimper from your lips.

“look at that,” baekhyun murmurs, his chuckle dripping with amusement. he spreads your thighs further apart, greedily taking in the sight of your glistening arousal, shimmering under the dim light. “she’s more mouthy than you, if that’s even possible,” he adds, his voice a low taunt.

his tongue delves in once more, licking up your wetness in long, eager strokes. again and again, he teases and tastes, driving you toward the edge of madness.

“fuck—baek,” you gasp, your fingers threading through his soft hair as his tongue slips past your folds. a desperate arch rises from your spine, your body straining for more. “need you to—hngh—go faster.”

but all you get in response is his sultry, smug grin pressing against your trembling skin. his lips quirk up at the edges, his gaze locked on you with satisfaction. “so needy, sweetheart,” he says, his voice thick with desire.

“guess you’re all bark and no bite, huh?” you pout, your voice taking on a teasingly whiny edge, savoring the way the challenge flickers across baekhyun’s face. you watch as that cocky grin falls away, replaced by a look of frustration, and it’s almost too easy. “should i go next door and take jongin up on that offer?”

the words hang between you, sharp and goading, and you can practically see the shift in him—the way it twists his insides. before you can even take another breath, he’s yanking your legs apart, his face buried back between your thighs, his hot breath ghosting over your wet skin.

he’s relentless. his tongue slides up your throbbing slit, slow and deliberate, before it moves again, and again—up and down, teasing your sensitive folds with a rhythm that has you gasping in response. each stroke sends shivers racing through your body, but it’s the next move that makes your breath catch in your throat.

“f-fuck, oh baek-” you squeal when he suddenly pushes past that tight, resisting ring, his tongue plunging deep into you without hesitation, making your back arch off the bed. you hadn’t even had a chance to brace for it, the sudden stretch catching you off guard, leaving you gasping for air. “how are you in so deep—”

but baekhyun doesn’t answer. not with words, anyway. instead, his thumb glides up to your clit, pressing with slow, deliberate pressure. he circles it in methodical strokes, matching the frantic rhythm of his tongue, which buries itself deeper into your swollen walls, pulling more desperate sounds from your throat.

he’s messy—sloppy with the way your juices spill past his knuckles, dripping down his wrist, forming a glossy sheen that coats your thighs and the sheets beneath you. the cadence of his movements mirrors the hunger in his body, his relentless need to fuck you with his mouth the way he wishes he could with his cock.

you gasp, the sensation of his tongue sweeping up your clit sending a sharp jolt of pleasure running through you. it’s too much—too good—and before you can recover, he’s back at it, attacking that spot deep inside you, each stroke more determined than the last.

“f-fuck, s’too good,” you whimper, your hands clutching at the sheets as your body trembles beneath his. “fuckin’ hate how your big mouth is so—ngh—so good at this.”

a husky rasp of laughter escapes baekhyun’s throat, and before you can even react, he’s pinning your wildly bucking hips down with one arm, his grip firm and unyielding. “don’t ya dare run away now,” he murmurs, his voice low and thick with lust. “you’re so cute when you’re like this, sweetheart. not done with you yet.”

the vibrations of his voice send a shockwave through you, dragging a fevered moan from your lips. “baek! baek! baek!” it spills out of you, louder with each crash of his soft tongue against your most sensitive spots. his tongue moves with precision, swirling over your clit—harder at the tip, softer at the curve—each flick making you writhe in desperate pleasure.

“yeah—yeah, yeah, yeah,” he groans, his words punctuated by the wet sounds of his tongue and your tight walls. “say my name like that.” his voice hisses with fervor, his tongue pushing deeper, straining against the way you’re squeezing him so tight it’s almost too much. every movement, every flick of his tongue, becomes a battle, but baekhyun’s determination is unwavering. it doesn’t matter if his fingers are cramping or his tongue is growing tired—he’s relentless. “louder.”

“b-baek!” you gasp, your body trembling under him, but the need for more has your hips grinding desperately against him.

“no, no.” his voice drops into a growl, and before you can process it, something cool and glossy hits your cunt in a harsh glob. you flinch, but baekhyun’s thumb is already pressing the slickness in, mixing it with the mess below. the obscene squelches fill the room, and your cheeks burn as your ears ring with the sound. “hear this, sweetheart?” he taunts, his gaze dark and focused on you, savoring the way your body reacts. “she’s louder than you.”

your eyes lock with his as he’s buried deep between your legs, his favorite position. the weight of his gaze, the intensity of his touch, it all sends you spiraling further into desire.

“my girl can be loud f’me, right?” he pulls back slightly, only to slam his tongue back in with a ferocity that makes your body shake. “say my name, sweetheart. say it loud so the whole fuckin’ island hears.”

“baek! fuckfuckfuck—’m close,” it's the last coherent thing you can manage to moan before everything inside you unravels. wave after wave of filthy pleasure crashes over you, so intense it leaves you breathless. your hands grip his hair tighter, using it to anchor yourself as you rock your hips, grinding down deeper, desperate for more. each flick of his tongue sends jolts of electricity through you, stars exploding behind your eyelids, making your body tremble uncontrollably.

baekhyun, utterly satisfied, falls silent, letting you take control as you ride his face through your high. you're completely lost in the sensation, dragging your slick, messy pussy over his tongue, over his mouth—again and again. each movement is a mixture of urgency and surrender, your body writhing as the pleasure pulses through you, until there's nothing left but the overwhelming heat of it all.

“baek,” you murmur, unable to tear your gaze away from the way his breath hitches at the mere sound of your voice. his body trembles, and you feel a rush of power course through you. “your turn.”

getting rid of baekhyun’s pants feels like an eternity, each moment stretching, tantalizingly slow. you’re gasping for air when he finally rids himself of his dress pants—along with those boxers, soaked with precum and clinging to his skin like a sin. the slick trail he leaves down his thighs, glistening and sticky, only makes your pulse spike.

and if you thought baekhyun was beautiful before, you realize in this moment, he’s nothing short of a masterpiece—his body a perfect blend of smooth muscle and raw need, carved with such sinful allure that you’re almost overwhelmed.

you can’t resist the temptation to wrap your palm around his throbbing length, feeling the pulse beneath your fingers as he jerks against your touch, a slick sheen of precum coating your hand. and your mind wanders, wondering just how he'd taste too—how it would feel to have all of him.

“hold on right there, my dirty girl,” baekhyun groans, his voice strained and desperate as he gently tilts your head, his lips pressing soft, heated kisses to yours. “as much as—fuck—you're squeezing me so tight, as much as this has been everything i dreamed of since that office ice cream party… i know i’m gonna cum the second you put that smart mouth on me, sweetheart.” his lips trail to your lower lip, sucking gently, possessively. “and you’ll never let me live that down, will you?”

you smirk, a playful glint in your eyes as you tease him, “not gonna let you live down that ice cream party, either, baek.”

his devilish smile flickers before he pulls you closer, steadying your hips with his hands as he pulls you into his lap. he spreads your legs wide, positioning you over his weeping tip, the heat of him already seeping into your skin. “oh, fuck off,” he mutters, voice thick with lust.

you hiss as you feel his warm breath against your sensitive pussy lips, the anticipation making you ache for more. “fuck you,” you retort, but it’s weak, shaky.

“no, sweetheart,” baekhyun chuckles darkly, his powerful thighs flexing as he plants his feet on the mattress, his body tense with anticipation. “i’m fucking you.”

and then, before you can even process the warning, he pushes—just the head of his cock, but it’s enough to make your body jerk with the force of it. the blunt, needy pressure of him fills you, and you gasp, barely able to contain the overwhelming sensation as he breaches you with a slow, relentless thrust.

he groans, his eyes struggling to roll back, unable to look away from the obscene way your swollen pussy lips stretch to take him in. each inch sinks deeper, your walls opening to welcome him, slick and needy. when you reach the tight resistance at your entrance, baekhyun’s breath hitches, his body twitching as he fights the urge to lose himself completely.

“fuuuck, just look at you,” he rasps, his voice a deep, guttural growl that has your walls clenching around him even tighter. the sound of his words sends a ripple through your body, making you mold even more perfectly to his shape. baekhyun throws his head back, a tortured groan escaping him as his balls tighten with every harsh slap of his hips against your ass. “shit, shit, shit—how that bastard had you... all to himself, and didn’t make this pretty pussy come every day? i’ll never understand.”

he pulls you down roughly, one hand locking at the back of your neck, tightening his grip. “so, why don’t we... rub it in his ugly face?”

the thought sends a wave of heat coursing through you. your hips stutter, grinding down to meet baekhyun’s punishing rhythm, your body arching into his with a desperate need that makes you ache for more. you can’t get enough, your movements driven by a hunger to feel him deeper, harder, completely consuming you.

his fingers, still lingering at your cunt, shift to tease your pulsing, sensitive nub, circling it with agonizing slowness. he plays with your clit between two fingers, a teasing pressure building that has you squirming beneath him. “can you hear how loud this pussy is?” he breathes, his voice rough, dripping with desire. “bet he can hear it too.”

and it’s true. the wet smacks of skin meeting skin are growing louder, messier, as the rhythm of baekhyun’s pounding cock becomes a maddening staccato. each thrust sends ripples through you, the squelching sounds of his movements amplifying the rawness of the moment.

but you refuse to be compliant, not yet. the familiar, buzzing heat of your climax starts to rise, teetering on the edge, but you want to break him just a little bit more. “nah, i don’t think he can,” you retort, a challenge in your voice.

“oh, you’re gonna fuckin’ regret that, sweets.”

baekhyun’s eyes darken, and you barely have time to register the shift before he’s using his strength to flip you, your back hitting the soaked sheets with a soft thud. he throws your legs over his shoulders, positioning himself with ease to plunge into you in a brutal, relentless mating press. he’s folding you into the new angle, and the change sends a sharp jolt of pleasure through you.

the angle shifts just enough for him to kiss your g-spot with each powerful thrust, the pressure bruising, marking you with every inch of him. it’s impossible to focus on anything else as he drills into you, his cock reaching deeper, harder, until he’s branding his name onto your sweet spots, pushing against your cervix with a force that’s unforgettable. he’s determined you won’t forget this, determined to leave his mark, so you can’t—won’t—forget.

“baek—” you squeal as his movements speed up, each thrust hitting you harder. you struggle to get the words out, your voice trembling with need, “baek, i’m close—”

“louder,” he grins, the command dripping with mischief. his hips are starting to burn with effort, his muscles tiring from the relentless pace, but he’s not about to let up—there’s still teasing to be done. “still can’t hear you.”

your voice is shot, barely a whisper as the pressure builds inside you, “baek, ’m gonna cum—”

“louder or ’m not gonna let ya,” he challenges, his breath ragged and unsteady.

“baek! fuck, fuck, fuck, ’m cumming!” you cry out, and before those desperate moans even leave your lips, it hits him—your walls clamp down on him, tight and slick, gripping him like a vice. your heels dig deeper into his shoulder, your nails raking down his pale skin in frantic, red-hot trails as you tighten around him, "'m cumming—ngh—"

and fuck, each slam of his hips is like electricity shooting up your spine, his rhythm unrelenting as he forces you through your orgasm, dragging it out until you feel like you might go insane from the intensity of it.

“god—fuck, you’re so—” baekhyun groans, the words dying on his lips as the pleasure takes over. it’s all he can manage before he’s cumming, thick ropes of his seed flooding into you with a brutal, consuming force. “so, so, so perfect f’me…”

with both hands lacing above your head, he pulls you impossibly deeper, grinding into you with each pulse, filling you to the brim. his body is out of control, his thrusts relentless, as he pumps wave after wave of his cum into you, like he’s trying to empty himself completely.

he shudders at the overspill, the excess of his release dripping from the corners of your sweet pussy, leaving a creamy ring around his tired base. too much, yet he continues thrusting mindlessly, the movements growing sloppier as he catches your lips in a lazy, passionate kiss. “at least we didn’t fuckin’ kill each other, right?”

you smile into the kiss, your hips moving languidly against his, “didn’t do—hngh—the neighbors any favors, either.”

“it’s jongin, who fuckin’ cares? ‘pathetic dick’, my ass.” baekhyun’s grin widens, loving the sight of your sweet smile, the way your eyes light up just because of him. his voice softens, drawing out the words with a lazy smirk, “y’know... since we’ve been locked up in this hotel for the past few days and we’ve got most of tomorrow, how about we actually do something fun before we leave?”

you nod eagerly, your legs tightening around his waist, and for a moment, everything blurs into a haze of heat and desire. shit, this might just be heaven. “definitely need a break after that contract. we deserve some fun after the fuckin’ week we’ve had.”

his forehead presses against yours, sticky with sweat, his breath coming out in shallow pants. “‘fun’ is my middle name, baby.” his voice is unsteady, like he’s drunk off the way you’re looking at him, that familiar glare of yours knocking the air from his lungs. he chuckles, affection dripping from every word. “and we can use the company card too. minseok never even checks—”

you cut him off with a warning tone. “baek…” your brow arches, a familiar, irritated flicker of annoyance flashing across your face—the one he knows all too well. “don’t tell me you’ve been dipping into minseok’s card. he’ll kill you if he finds out. and that’s if i don’t kill you first.”

there’s a beat of silence.

“…baek…” you press, voice tinged with disbelief.

he hesitates, then, with a sly grin creeping up his face, mutters, “…is this a bad time to tell you i booked us that boat tour for tomorrow with it too?”

you stare at him, utterly deadpan. “yeah, you’re definitely getting pushed into the ocean tomorrow.”

ˏˋ ꒰ a/n ꒱ ˎˊ˗ happy new year my cute lil babies!!! i had the best time writing this lmaooooo especially all the baekhyun x reader dialogue. after my last fic i kinda wished i'd made the male rivalry part longer, so this one’s extra full of it lol <3333 as always let me know what you think :') hehe love you all n i hope 2025 brings u nothing but good vibes. can’t wait to keep writing for u guys this year, mwah love youuuuu all!

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A Flower Under The Rain [Part 14]

Characters: Baekhyun, Kyungsoo and Kang Gyuri (OC) Genre: Angst, Romance Au: Hanahaki!Au  Type: Series  Word count: 8,012

It all began with a cough and then, a subtle sting in her chest. Kang Gyuri cried, knowing that in a matter of months, she would be another figure in the death toll of the most dangerous and cruelest outbreak in human history.

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7 | Part 8-1 | Part 8-2 | Part 9 | Part 10-1 | Part 10-2 | Part 11-1 | Part 11-2 | Part 12 | Part 13

Gyuri opened her eyes after what felt like a minute. Her entire body was sore, and the excruciating pain felt like an old memory she was grateful to leave behind her. A joyful holler caught her attention, waking her up, and she found herself lost for a moment. The room had gotten smaller in a way, enclosed by a greenish curtain, and then another happy holler diverted her attention from her surroundings to find someone sitting next to her bed. 

A guy.

A stranger.

The unknown person sat in an office chair with his legs propped up in a very childlike manner, and the most curious detail was that he was barefoot. She could barely make out the features of his face, but a protruding pout behind a very wild pinkish fringe. He was so focused on his phone, where the happy sounds kept popping as he tapped his fingers on the screen that he wasn’t aware of her staring.

When she finally moved, the stranger paused the game and hid the phone to smile at her when he realized he was being watched. He was too handsome, his smile too charming, and his eyes were so intently looking at her that Gyuri wanted to pull the bedsheet over her head and hide.

“Hello.” He said in an overly cute manner, and too taken aback, she barely mumbled the greeting back, making the guy smile wider. “I’m Kai.” 

He introduced himself as if that meant something, and Gyuri wondered if she was dead. She looked around, but there was no one else in the room but the handsome, bronze-skinned stranger and herself.

“Are you a doctor?” She finally asked.

“Sort of,” he said with certain amusement, rocking his chair from left to right. “It’s been a while since I’ve seen all my hyungs so animated. They begged me to come.”

As if something new had occurred to him, he sat down straight and rolled himself closer to the bed until he had his face at the same level as her. Gyuri was transfixed by his childlike curiosity as he observed her.

“I had to meet the woman who has all of their tighty-whities in a twist.” He said, his eyes sparkling in awe.

“Kyungsoo doesn’t wear tighty-whities.” Gyuri replied even before her head registered what she just said.

“You’ve seen him with his clothes off.” Kai added with a playful smirk.

Gyuri felt her entire face heat up, and every bit of her skin crawled in utter mortification. She refused the claim as fast and as vehemently as she could, but the guy seated in front of her burst out laughing, so loud, so high-pitched, and so contagious that Gyuri almost forgot why she was embarrassed in the first place.

“So you’re funny and pretty.” He said, shrinking into his seat as if that admission was too much to handle, “I get why Kyungsoo hyung likes you so much.”

“Jongin, you can’t be here.” Dr. Kim came into the room, interrupting the stranger.

“Kai, hyung, my name is Kai.” He said with an annoyed pout, “How many times am I going to tell you?”

“Just because you’re a brilliant chemist, it doesn’t mean you're a genius in everything else.” Dr. Kim said, grabbing the guy by the shoulders and starting to wheel him away from her bed.

Kai, Jongin, or whoever he was at the time, slouched and pouted in the most dramatic manner while complaining about not revealing who he was, citing "for obvious reasons” but that were not at all obvious.

“I’m so sorry that he’s bothering you, Gyuri.” The doctor apologized.

"I was establishing a rapport with my client." Kai said, grabbing her bed's metal frame and pulling her with him.

The doctor scolded him immediately, and the guy caved in, letting the bed go to stand up and bring up a black case out of somewhere. Without saying much, he opened it, and that finally made the doctor stop with his scolding.

“Kyungsoo hyung is paying me to mix for her,” the guy said with sudden confidence, “that makes her my client.”

“What’s that?” Gyuri asked.

Her question broke their intense staring contest. Giving the doctor an I told you so look, Kai retrieved the chair from his grasp and sat down right back next to her. He showed her the case and revealed an assortment of small, colorful glass vials. He brought up a purple one for her to see.

“A painkiller.” He said, giving the vial to her, “the best one on the market.”

“What’s different from the one nurse Kim is giving me?”

Kai smiled at her, and she felt her cheeks heating up again, this time for a very different reason. The smile on his face wasn’t a smile at all but a smirk, inviting and playful, almost seductive, and Gyuri felt remorseful for falling into it so much.

“Those ones knock you out.” He started, making her come back to the matter at hand: “Mine don’t.”

“That sounds good.” Gyuri wondered out loud.

She realized she had no idea what day it was. She just dozed off, and for all she knew, it could’ve been days since that happened. It had been only seconds, and the idea of being awake and present seemed extremely appealing.

“Wanna try then?” Kai asked, and the smirk on his face was even more alluring than before, if that could even be possible.

Gyuri accepted. She wanted to feel better. She hated the missing days and the lost moments. Smiling back at her, Kai pulled a cart closer to grab a syringe. The action made nurse Kim jump at him almost immediately. And if it was all a joke to him, with a mocking face, Kai put surgical gloves on and grabbed the smallest syringe Gyuri had ever seen to fill it with the purple liquid barely up to the first line. 

“That’s it?” The nurse asked, grabbing the syringe and getting ready to put it into Gyuri’s IV.

“It’s highly addictive,” Kai said with a serious tone, making the nurse halt to look over at the doctor waiting for his order, “and I need to monitor you closely. I’m not sure how the bug will react to it.” 

“I’ve told you before, Jongin,” the doctor intervened, “it’s not a parasite.”

“It feeds off whatever it wants,” Jongin added with an annoyed shrug. "It sounds like a parasite to me, and my name is Kai.”

The argument kept on going, and Gyuri panicked. She never thought about it in that way, and the idea of a living insect moving on her back made a chill run through her entire body. The machines started beeping around her as desperation took over, while everyone around her blurred in movement.

As suddenly as the world distorted, it all went away when she locked eyes with the guy who had now pushed the plunger of painkillers into her IV. Kai was smirking at her as he observed her with his eyes just as dark and alluring. If she had to guess, it was almost as if he was challenging her to look away first, which she did when her cheeks burned in a sudden wave of shyness she had never felt before.

Slowly, as she reminded herself that she was bedridden and sick, Gyuri finally noticed a machine beeping faster and faster as she recalled dark and dangerous eyes. She heard someone tell her to remember how to breathe when all she could feel was her heart hammering in her chest.

“You’re making her hyperventilate.” Doctor Kim scolded Kai while nudging him out of the way.

“I guess it works just fine.” He mumbled, sitting back into the chair with a cocky smile, “That was my basic formula, so all I need is a batch of fresh blood samples, an iced Americano, and in a couple of hours, I’ll have a new custom mix for you.”

The next couple of minutes went by so fast that she was suddenly breathing just fine and alone with Kai once again. He was nice enough to stop his flirtatious quibs as he monitored, just like he said, her reaction to the painkiller. Suddenly, he produced a notebook and a cute bear pen, and he seemed to have lost interest in everything else.

“You’re a drug dealer.” Gyuri said after a while, and the offended look in his eyes amused her.

“No.” He said sternly, “I’m just a chemist who happened to find a very profitable market.”

“Out of sick people.” Gyuri interjected, which seemed to disarm the guy for a second.

“Well, people find relief, and I get paid.” Kai said with a shrug, “Who needs charity?”

Gyuri stifled a laugh. She couldn’t argue with that. She did feel better. Her back was finally numb, and her mind was sharp and clear for the first time in a long time. She even dared herself to move a little, just to make sure, and her mind reeled with possibilities when there wasn’t a pang of paralyzing pain when she did.

She was considering the idea of sitting up and observed the chemist still writing down stuff on his cutesy notebook when a door opened quite abruptly. Gyuri couldn’t see who it was. Her back was to the door, and she wouldn’t care if it wasn’t for the expression on Kai’s face. He barely even moved as he looked up, and his dark eyes stared at whoever came into the room with an intensity that alarmed her.The sound of someone clearing their throat was all it took to instantly calm her down.

She could recognize the timber of that voice anywhere. She had once been a slave to it. While everything about her rejoiced at the sound, her heart, sitting at the very core of her, calmed down, almost to a lull. 

“Is that him?” Kai wondered under his breath, his eyes sweeping up and down from a distance, “Really?”

Despite barely moving from his seat, the chemist gave her a patronizing stare before Gyuri heard that voice shyly greet him, forcing him to look away. Soon after, Baekhyun walked into her sightlines, dressed up in a surgical gown and dragging an IV stand.

“It wasn’t a dream.” She mumbled. “Was it?”

“Which part?” He asked, “That I’m gracing you with my presence?”

Kai scoffed, but Gyuri laughed, possibly for the first time in weeks. She nearly burst out laughing when Baekhyun sheepishly jumped into his bed, struggling to keep his butt covered with the stupid, flimsy hospital gown. He endured her teasing with stoicism, only because it meant her giggles would float around every corner of the sterile room. Even he felt lighter to hear her voice without pain, without restraints, without any regrets, and the next couple of days were quite blissful after that. They spent hours talking, chating about nothing important, as if their hospital beds didn’t exist and the IV drips weren’t even there. 

Kai sauntered into the room every morning with his characteristic alluring flair. He would administer her daily dose of the drug, observe her reaction for a couple of minutes, write stuff on his cutesy notebook, and would throw some snarky remarks to Baekhyun at the end, leaving him completely flabbergasted. As if that was all the chemist wanted, he would disappear for the rest of the day, much to her disappointment. Kyungsoo was nowhere to be seen either. She didn’t dare to ask about him. Her mind was still too cloudy to recall anything that had happened. What she remembered from the fragments that did come to her mind were his weary eyes, the unadulterated emotion in his voice when he pleaded with her to tell the truth, and the look of rage on his face when she refused. He was most likely disappointed at her, and even if everything in her wished to see him again, she kept it all to herself.

Gyuri focused her energy on enjoying her present, where Baekhyun was her roommate and he was there solely for her. The change in her mood was noticeable. She felt stronger, she looked better, and her mind was clear. Having Baekhyun next to her was as liberating as she imagined it would be, but despite all of that, his presence didn't erase the dark shadow looming between them. Neither of them addressed the subject even when their conversations always ended up at the same issue: the reason they were there in the first place.

One day, during the shift change, and taking advantage of a couple of hours of quiet false privacy, Baekhyun rolled to his side and observed her. Gyuri had her eyes closed, but she wasn’t sleeping. He just knew. They had been watching a television show and arguing about who had the best comedic timing that he knew wasn’t possible for her to fall asleep that fast.

“Gyuri…” He called her, and she hummed in response. “Are you still awake?”

She hummed again but kept her eyes closed as a small smile spread across her face. For a second, he considered letting her rest and just watching her sleep in peace, but he had to know.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” He whispered.

Baekhyun saw the tiny twitch on her features, and the peaceful smile disappeared. She was still awake; that was clear, but her eyes stayed closed, and he waited for an answer that never came.

It was better to pretend he never asked. Gyuri spent the next couple of days as if nothing of the sort happened, and everything in the villa fell into a somewhat routine. She would start every morning with the early visits from Kai and Nurse Kim to take the daily blood samples. After that, the most embarrassing one, the sanitary duties, and then the doctors would show up for the daily checkup. It was somehow a tedious task that happened every eight hours. She would be stripped down naked, and they would document every change in her body, from the growth of the spikes protruding on her back to the smallest shift of her teeth or the coloring in the bruises on her skin. Nothing on her body would change without them knowing.

Gyuri had been too out of herself to care about it. And as much as she felt better with Kai’s mixes, the clarity of mind came with a price. She was conscious enough to be aware and to feel embarrassed by her daily routine. She had to remind herself that her body wasn’t the same and that the doctors had seen plenty of sick bodies before. She kept telling herself that she was just another body in their research. Nothing else, nothing more.

After all that, her mother would come in to feed her breakfast, which consisted of mushed stews and suspicious chunky drinks. By that time she was too tired already, and after taking a nap, nurse Kim was back to take another batch of samples. Then it was time for the worst part of the day: work out.

Nurse Kim straight up put her through a whole workout session. Keeping her limbs mobile was crucial, even though she could hardly move. She had to push her joints a little, even if she cursed through it all. She knew she would have already become a tree if nurse Kim hadn't been so strict about the exercise repetitions. Even though she ended up being so exhausted that she was barely able to stay awake for the remainder of the day. 

That was her new reality; however, it was a new day, and her daily schedule was already different. The doctors explained the procedure to her and her parents the day before, and she knew the implications of the results. They had scanned her back to the smallest detail, but they needed to know the layers of the structure. How deeply rooted it actually was to her flesh and mapping the organism could answer a lot of the questions, doctor Kim and doctor Zhang still had about the disease.

When the whole team entered the room early that morning, Gyuri was already awake, and they all stopped at the sight. She was waiting for them, seated up in her bed, crouched. She wasn't, but the hump on her back gave the impression that she was ready to leap on them like a beast. It wasn't just the posture that made them hesitate but the look in her eyes.

“Good morning.” She greeted the doctor.

“You’re in a good mood this morning.” Dr. Kim greeted her back, showing her his characteristic kind smile.

“Yeah, today is a good day.”

He hesitated, staring at her, considering and observing her just as much as she held his eyes, in an unspoken conversation.

“May I ask why?” He finally asked, pulling his light pen out.

“It occurred to me that,” Gyuri said as she let the doctor shine the small light into her eyes. “I can change the world.”

The already quiet room went even quieter, and they all looked at her, stunned. Even the doctor seemed taken aback for a moment, and the sudden attention on her made something in her shift back into the old anxious and shy Gyuri. They all saw the fire in her eyes, dimmering down.

“Or maybe not,” she shrugged, aware of every pair of eyes observing her with curiosity, “that can happen too.”

Gyuri added with the lightest tone she could muster, trying to shrug pretensiousness in the comment off. It worked in a way, or so she decided it did, when the doctor gave her a small yet undecipherable smile and everyone around her resumed whatever they were doing.

“But as long as I stay alive,” she said under her breath, loud enough for only doctor Kim to hear her, “there’s always a chance I might, right?”

“Absolutely,” he said, with a kind tone, although the smile he always showed her barely reached his eyes, “and it’s my duty to make sure that everything we’re getting from you doesn’t go to waste. I promise.”

Perhabs it was the seriousness in his voice or the lack of his comforting smile, but Gyuri believed him. She knew she could rely on him, and after taking that leap of faith, she felt a great deal of guilt.

“Where’s Kyungsoo?” She asked, and her voice sounded even softer than she expected.

“He must be somewhere around.” The doctor said, although she could tell he was not telling her all the truth about it. “I’ll tell him to be here when you wake up.”

“Thank you.”

“Are you ready?” He asked.

This time, the kindness in his voice was back to the kind of tone that she trusted and assured her that everything would be alright, and that filled her with a confidence that brought a smile to her face.

“Let’s change the world.”

***

After a hectic week of taking every possible test available on earth, Kyungsoo was released with flying colors, but the steadiness had become unbearable. He wasn't needed for questioning any more and could leave if he wanted. He could go back to Seoul to attempt to keep on with his life, but there was nothing else for him there, so he stayed on the premises, wandering around but always ending up in the monitoring room. 

He spent most of his time there, watching over her, just making sure she was still alive. He held on to the primal relief he felt every single time she made the smallest movement, as small as to move a hand, because it meant she was still there, still fighting.

Just like any other day, Kyungsoo set himself in the room and saw Junmyeon taking her away to the operating room for the new mapping procedure. But now, the stillness was even more intolerable. Suddenly, he didn’t even have her on the monitors to find some peace. All he could do was wait with the unknown.

A couple of hours later, he saw movement on the screen as Jongdae and Yixing wheeled the bed with a heavily sedated Gyuri into her side of the room while Junmyeon talked to her parents. He saw Baekhyun observing the nurse carefully working around her and making sure she was safely and comfortably in her place. It was an innocuous picture in itself if he didn’t know them so well. He looked at different screens from different angles, and in all of them, he could see the frown in Junmyeon’s face. He had seen it so many times before when the doctor found himself in a corner, and he was certain of it when he caught Yixing observing Gyuri in her bed as if he was too dumbfounded to leave.

They found something.

Something bad.

Kyungsoo scrambled out of the small monitoring room, his heart racing at the endless possibilities, and found the doctors leaving the room in a heavy silence. He saw it right. Something was wrong.

“What happened?” He asked,

“I need to interview Baekhyun again.” Junmyeon mumbled.

“What do you expect to find?” The writer asked, expecting the worst when Yixing and Jongdae joined them, seemingly just as dumbstruck as the doctor.

“I don’t know.” The doctor said more to himself, “But there’s something we’re missing.”

“Hyung, why hasn’t it killed her yet?” Jongdae asked, as he ordered stuff in his little supply cart, “What is it waiting for?”

“Jongdae, bring Baekhyun to the main office.” Junmyeon ordered, avoiding the question that sent a chill down the writer’s spine. “We’ll have him look at the timeline. Let’s see how he reacts to it and what he might add.”

As if he had been ordered himself, Kyungsoo moved along with his friends and followed them back to the office. He grabbed a tablet he found nearby, sat down on the makeshift waiting area, and waited as he felt his heart beating in his ears.

Once the cameras were set up between the desks, Jongdae came in, followed by a reluctant Baekhyun, as he looked around, taking in everything in the office. Kyungsoo pretended to be busy on the tablet, although he had grabbed it more like a desperate attempt to keep his heart from beating its way out of his chest.

“We have several questions, Baekhyun.” Junmyeon said, casually sitting in a chair in front of Baekhyun as Yixing also sat nearby, “Introduce yourself.”

“My name is Byun Baekhyun.” He started, his voice steady, “I’m 28 years old, and I’m from Bucheon.”

“What were the circumstances in which you met Gyuri?” Junmyeon asked, writing something down on his clipboard.

“College. We shared some lectures during her first year.”

“What’s your relationship with her?”

“We’re friends.”

“Have you ever wanted to be more than friends?”

“No.“ He said and immediately shook his head, “Yes.” 

The doctor did not react to his indecisiveness, and Baekhyun just stared back at them.

"No,” he said firmly.

“Do you love her?”

“I do.”

“But you don’t reciprocate the affection she has for you?”

“What the hell is this?” Baekhyun shot back, looking around the office, probably put off by the new setting and audience, “Am I some sort of criminal being questioned?”

“We’re just trying to know as much as possible about your situation.” Junmyeon replied, without losing his composure, “We tested your blood, and we couldn’t find any trace of the disease. That being said, where you’re standing might be the key to finding immunity.”

The explanation had the desired effect, and Baekhyun took a deep breath, as if trying to calm himself.

“What was the question again?” He said, his tone easier.

“Do you reciprocate the affection she has for you?”

“Affection, yes.”

“Have you ever wanted to be more than friends with Gyuri?”

“No.” He said, this time without a single trace of hesitation.

“Did you lie when you said you loved her?”

“No.”

“You feel affection for her; you do love her, and yet, you are not in love with her.” Junmyeon asked, and Kyungsoo noticed a glint of excitement in his eyes. “Can you elaborate on that?”

“I love her.” Baekhyun replied, but his voice and even his entire posture were different. “But I don’t think I do it in a romantic way, at least not in the strict sense of the word.”

“Why not?”

Baekhyun squirmed in his seat, uncomfortable. Almost meekly to answer the question, he looked down at his hands as if the admission was extremely embarrassing.

“In a very, very, but very shallow way,” he said, with a noticeable knot in his voice. “She’s just not my type.”

The silence after his answer was as loud as thunder. Kyungsoo couldn’t even get angry at him. He could hold it against him if he did find Gyuri attractive and still decided to crush her hopes. It would be a thousand times easier for him to hate Baekhyun if he were an asshole, which he was not. Just like Gyuri said, he just cared an awful lot about her.

He tried not to look directly at the guy, who clearly wanted to be swallowed by a hole in the ground, but his hands trembled, holding tight to the dead tablet. His efforts failed when he heard Jongdae pull the wobbly, noisy wheels of the enormous board where Junmyeon and Yixing had a timeline of Gyuri’s infection coupled with relevant cases during the outbreak.

As if it were part of an elaborate scheme, Junmyeon and Yixing remained focused on the interview, but eventually, Baekhyun ignored the question, seemingly distracted by something on the board. The doctors looked at each other before Junmyeon pressed him with more questions.

“What is it?” He asked.

“Megumi.” The guy replied, nodding at the picture of a young woman on the board; the recognition in the name made Yixing shift in his seat. “How is she involved in this? Is she sick as well?”

“Do you know her?” Junmyeon asked.

“Well, as much as you can get to know a senior you admire.” He said with a shrug.

“Did you have a crush on her?” The doctor asked, and Baekhyun squirmed in his seat.

“I think so.” He said softly, staring at his hands.

”Did you have the chance to meet her?”

“Of course, it was the highlight of my year.”

Even Kyungsoo looked at the guy as his voice trailed down in a whisper as it dawned on him. Everyone stared at the board, realizing that piece of information might be the missing piece of the entire puzzle. Suddenly the timeline was more relevant than ever.

“Can you tell us about it?” Yixing asked, his tone a lot gentler than Junmyeon’s.

“The Engineering and Computer Science Fair in Shenzhen, China.” Baekhyun started, after he cleared his throat, visibly uncomfortable. “It was during my third year. I was part of the team presenting the applications of a new graphic engine for video games, and Gyuri was assisting our university’s coding team during the programming tournament. It was part of her scholarship program and our first trip together. It was fun.”

“When was it?” Yixing asked, ready to write down the new date.

“Having an accurate date isn’t going to give us any answers.” Junmyeon added, although his attention was on Baekhyun’s reaction.

Kyungsoo got it then. He understood what his friends were doing to gouge more details out of Baekhyun that he even felt bad for the guy and the rather aggressive approach. He could almost say the guy didn’t deserve it.

“But it would help us a great deal." Yixing replied, his tone still kind and gentle, as if begging him to remember.

“Yes, to determine a contagion speed rate because, as it is right now,” Junmyeon mumbled, but his eyes were burying holes in Baekhyun. “It’s quite worrying.”

To Kyungsoo, and most likely to the doctors as well, it felt like forever for Baekhyyn to answer. But he was surprised that neither Yixing nor Junmyeon tried to force a response, given how direct their questions were. They waited, observed him, and analyzed the smallest tick on his face until he finally opened his mouth, but the answer wasn’t what they wanted to hear.

“You’re wrong.” Baekhyun said. 

His voice was trembling just as much as Kyungsoo’s hands did when he came into the office. And the words made it all worse; he had to leave the tablet aside and look at the timeline. They all did. Everyone looked at Baekhyun and then at the timeline on the board, looking for said mistakes. 

Once it was clear Baekhyun wouldn’t say more, the doctors finally moved. They checked the files once again and asked him, but Baekhyun was long gone in his thoughts and despair. He was trying with all his might to go back in time and recall the exact moment he heard her cough for the first time. The longer he kept on thinking, the harder it was to accept it had been that long since she had been sick, and it was a truth he wasn’t willing to accept.

“Baekhyun?” It was Yixing that noticed the way his shoulders dropped. “What did we get wrong?”

“We’re working with what Gyuri and her mother told us.” Junmyeon explained, his patience running thin.

“But it can’t be.” Baekhyun said, seemingly snapping out of a trance, “She’s just prone to colds. She couldn’t be suffering for so long. Not because of me.” 

And with those words, they all saw the tears falling down his cheeks. And as heartbreaking as it was to see the guy breaking down in front of them, they still had worse news to deliver.

“Most people can pinpoint the exact moment the disease sprouted in them.” Junmyeon started the explanation now with a softer tone.

“It’s a particular feeling,” Yixing added, “impossible to miss.”

“But that’s not the same with Gyuri.” Junmyeon kept on saying, “She told us she wasn’t even aware of it until the medical report a few months ago.”

Baekhyun shook his head, most likely already knowing where this explanation was going.

“We suspect she contracted the disease way before this date.” Yixing explained, pointing at a date from the timeline, “We’re talking about someday last year.”

That’s when Baekhyun understood the real burden of guilt. The heavy and crushing weight of his failure. Gyuri had been suffering for almost a year because of him. She was in deep pain because of him. She was going to die because of him. 

From then on, no matter how many questions were thrown at him, the doctors realized Baekhyun wasn’t fit to keep going with the interview, so they let him go, and the office was suddenly filled with deafening silence as everyone, including Kyungsoo, seemed deep in thought with the answers they just got. Junmyeon was the first to move and made a beeline to the writer. 

“Did anything catch your attention?” The doctor asked, sitting next to him.

“Nothing other than he seemed sincere.” Kyungsoo said, as he observed the timeline once again, “Did you really have to go that hard on him?”

Junmyeon stayed silent as if Kyungsoo had not asked him a question. Something in the professional pragmatism of his silence made the writer look at the doctor, and for a moment, he seemed different. The coldness in his eyes, the intense expression of an obsessed stranger and not a long-life friend. Unnerved by the sight, he looked around to find Yixing lost in his thoughts as well. What they found in the surgery and what Baekhyun said somehow had a connection with the timeline.

“Who’s Megumi?” Kyungsoo asked anyone that was present enough to answer.

“The tree girl.” Yixing replied in a whisper, turning to where they were sitting, making him slightly uncomfortable.

“Yixing, could Gyuri be the first?” Junmyeon finally said under his breath.

Everything froze. Everyone stopped whatever they were doing and looked at the doctor.

“Thank you!” Yixing dashed across the office to sit near them with a childish excitement glimmering in his eyes. “I didn’t want to say it out loud in case you might think I was mad.”

“Patient zero?” Jongdae asked, also getting closer. “Can it be possible?”

“If we’re willing to consider that idea as a hypothesis,” Yixing added, “all of her symptoms predate the first victim.”

“Can it be?” Junmyeon mumbled.

Kyungsoo understood just then the obsession behind his eyes.

And everything became a fuzz.

The doctors ignored him as they worked with their new theories when Kyungsoo excused himself from the office, exhausted just by the sheer amount of stress derived from the interview he witnessed. No one seemed to notice his leaving. The new information rang in his head, and he found himself back in his room, halting at the sound of the softest sniff.

Baekhyun was there and embarrassed to get caught crying; he wiped off his tears. Kyungsoo looked away, giving him some grace, considering he had to deal with a work-focused Junmyeon, and that was tough enough already.

“I guess I’m your roommate now.” Baekhyun said, his voice hoarse from crying, “So don’t mind me.”

Kyungsoo wanted to leave somewhere else other than having to get along with the guy, but it was too late to leave now. The latest interview switched something in him. In any other situation, he would’ve left without a hint of remorse, but he felt terrible for the guy. He wouldn’t even dare say he pitied him. The more he knew the guy, the more he realized he quite admired his sense of responsibility and, in a way, sympathized with his pain. That last thought made him squirm, uncomfortable to feel in that way for someone he, in theory, should hate.

“You need to rest.” That was all he managed to say.

Going further into the room, Baekhyun stood up, as if the writer demanded all of his respect, making the both of them move awkwardly around each other. Not knowing what to say exactly, Kyungsoo laid down in his bed and closed his eyes in an even more uncomfortable silence. 

“I won’t leave her alone again.” He heard Baekhyun mumble. “I swear.”

“If that’s the case,” Kyungsoo replied, slightly annoyed that he believed him, “Wash up, get some sleep, and eat something. You have to take care of yourself.”

Baekhyun agreed, and Kyungsoo heard him moving around the room, mumbling left and right about how correct the writer was, and he covered his face, already exhausted from his persistent babbling. However, he missed the noise as soon as the guy disappeared into the shower and gave him a little moment of silence to think. Because thinking was the last thing he wanted to do. 

Thinking suffocated him. 

Thinking made him see a future without Gyuri. 

“Are you asleep?” Baekhyun asked. 

He hadn’t realized the guy was out of the shower already, so he simply opened his eyes to acknowledge his presence. Baekhyun was ruffling his wet hair with a towel and sitting in his bed, looking at him with certain curiosity. As if he wanted to get to know him, and Kyungsoo knew he had to oblige in a way. 

“So…” Baekhyun said, “How did you two meet?”

“Lunch.” He replied, but the guy expected to get more out of that answer and chuckled when he didn’t.

“Don’t take this the wrong way, but why does she trust you so much? She isn’t the type to meet new people so easily, let alone make new friends.” Baekhyun kept on, looking at him with genuine interest. “Sometimes I still wonder how we ended up becoming friends in the first place.”

Even though Kyungsoo found the guy annoying, he was also curious as well. Deep down, he wanted to ask everything about their relationship because Gyuri never spoke about the guy in that much detail. Other than caring about her, he knew nothing about the guy, and she was right. Baekhyun cared a lot. But they were so inherently different that their friendship was the most unlikely he’d ever experienced. He wanted to know what he had that was so worth dying for.

“I’m just helping her.” Kyungsoo said.

“Why?”

The writer was fully aware that the truth behind his statement was a lot more complicated than that and that he had been wondering the same ever since the very first time he saw Gyuri. Why did he help her that day? 

Baekhyun waited for a response with undivided attention and a gentle yet intensely curious expression in his eyes. They were both on an equal basis. The guy wanted to know the writer as much as the writer wanted to know the guy.

“How’s your girlfriend?” Kyungsoo asked instead, only aware of his harsh tone until he said it out loud, “The woman you were with back then at the restaurant.”

“Oh, her.” Baekhyun said with a shrug, “I broke up with her because of something ridiculous she said about Gyuri.” He said, his face twisting in a grimace. “Who would’ve thought? She was right after all.”

Kyungsoo didn’t have to ask about what he meant. He was surprised no one else around her seemed to notice. It was blatantly obvious to him that Gyuri was sick, and he wondered if people simply stopped caring about the curse anymore or if Gyuri was just that good at blending herself in the crowd and going unnoticed. Perhaps it was that he was a survivor himself that he could see the signs. Maybe he noticed because he liked her from the very beginning.

“Have you been with her all along then?” Baekhyun interrupted his thoughts.

Kyungsoo nodded, although he wasn’t sure anymore. Cursing under his breath, Baekhyun ruffled his hair again quite violently, and a tired chuckle left his lips. He looked at him straight into his eyes, making Kyungsoo unexpectedly nervous.

“It’s getting quite hard to dislike you, you know.” Baekhyun said.

Kyungsoo stayed quiet, not knowing how to react to that admission and even less how to agree with it because he thought just the same. He could not hate the guy anymore, even if he tried.

“Thank you.” Baekhyun added. “For staying with her.”

There was an awkward pause, and Kyungsoo wished for Baekhyun to stop trying to be nice and strike conversation. It only made it hard for him, but the guy was already babbling about the shampoo in the bathroom. He apologized for taking some of it if it happened to be his and promised to get a new bottle just in case. Kyungsoo ignored him, muting him off so he could try to doze off, but he could still hear him buzzing around until the room was awfully quiet.

“The other night,” Baekhyun said, his tone completely different and void of the lightheartedness from before, “she was wearing your clothes.”

Every bit of that night, every feeling, and every word he shared with Gyuri flooded his memory. He remembered that night as if it were yesterday, and it amazed him how much everything had changed. Kyungsoo opened his eyes to find Baekhyun back in his bed.

“Don’t do this to yourself.” He muttered, considering the sad look in his eyes and worried what it could possibly mean.

“Did you two, you know, sleep together?” He asked.

Kyungsoo nodded. What else could he possibly say? It wasn’t a lie. They did sleep together, although not in the way the guy might think of by the bright red color flaring on his cheeks. 

“You’re not an accountant.” Baekhyun said, changing the subject.

Kyungsoo felt every bit of his instinct focusing on the guy. The look in his eyes, which was far from being curious, considered the writer as if he could see through him.

“Are you him?” He asked.

There was an inflection in the last word that made Kyungsoo go completely still, as if staying frozen would distract the guy from the question. The seriousness in his tone and the determination in his eyes made it clear he had pieced everything together. Kyungsoo remembered Gyuri saying he was extremely clever, even though he loved to play dumb most of the time. So far, he thought she was overly generous with her description of his character, but he was wrong. Baekhyun was good at being an unassuming dumbass when, in reality, he was just waiting for everyone else around him to slip.

“It makes sense.” Baekhyun added, looking around the place.

Kyungsoo sat up, staring at the guy, wondering if he really knew who he was or if he was just bluffing. As playful as Baekhyun could be, his face gave nothing away, and the writer felt a chill run down his spine. He realized why Gyuri was so worried to face him. The guy was perceptive in a way he wasn’t expecting, and all the pity he felt just moments earlier evaporated. 

“How did you beat the curse?” Baekhyun asked, and the writer knew there was no point in denying it. After all, he did figure it out all by himself.

“I don’t know.” Kyungsoo replied.

“That's not enough.” The guy through gritted teeth, his expression finally showing genuine emotion, “An I don’t know, won’t save her.”

“I know that.”

Upset and desperate, Baekhyun stood up. He paced around the room, and when he finally stopped, he tried to look up at the writer but couldn’t even look in his general direction, and his mouth opened and closed several times, as if he wanted to say something.

“Did she ever tell you why?” Baekhyun finally asked, staring at the floor. “Why did she fall for me?”

Kyungsoo understood the hesitation, and despite the recent revelation of his cleverness, he got it. He knew why it was so hard. It wouldn’t be a genuine struggle if Baekhyun was the heartless asshole the outside could paint him to be. The man in front of him was a caring friend to a fault, and Kyungsoo couldn’t blame him for feeling so powerless. He had felt it before.

“So you knew,” Kyungsoo said instead, and even though he didn’t mean to belittle the guy, he saw his body flinch at his words, “You knew she had feelings for you, right?” 

“Sometimes, I had a hunch, but it never made sense.” He explained, with his eyes closing and his voice breaking. “She’s too bright to fall for someone like me. She would never.”

“But she did.” Kyungsoo argued, making the guy get even smaller in his place, “If you knew, why didn’t you tell her anything?”

For a moment, the writer thought he could wait for an answer, but the guy hesitated for far too long and he realized he didn’t need an answer. It didn’t really matter. Him telling Gyuri wouldn’t change a thing. She would still be cursed. When he said he loved her back, it didn’t change anything. She was still dying.

“I don’t know,” Baekhyun said under his breath.

The guy finally looked up and stared at him. And as they squared up at each other, they felt the weight of the situation, and for the first time since they met, they could agree to be in the same dark and hopeless place.

Kyungsoo stormed out of the room, unsure of whether he was upset with the man or with himself, but everything everywhere revolved around Gyuri. The place that was built to be his last home was suddenly full of life in a very grim way. He planned to die here. That’s why he bought the property in the first place. He had hoped for it to be just as dull and as empty as his life felt, but he could hear her laugh in the hallways and smell her scent in the air around him. This place wasn't his anymore. Perhaps it never was. It was hers. And once she was gone, it would never be the same again.

Kyungsoo rubbed his eyes, in need of an escape from his dark thoughts, from Baekhyun and what he meant for his future, from Junmyeon and his false hopes, from Minseok and his incessant questions about his health, and from everything that reminded him of her. But he was never alone. No matter where he went, someone was there to ask him how he was feeling, his thoughts on the research, and what else he had planned to do. And all he thought was her; all he planned for was for her, and all he felt was despair.

The writer went straight to the kitchen. He wanted to cook. He wasn’t even hungry, but he needed the process of it to sedate himself, to focus his mind over something else other than her, but when he arrived, he found her mother there. The woman had obviously been crying for some time, but she jumped up like a spring and went into motherly operational mode as soon as she saw him. 

Kyungsoo did not have the heart to reject her attention, and there was one thing he liked about the woman. She never asked. A character flaw perhaps, but he was grateful that he could find a certain silent understanding in her. It felt to the writer that just like him, Gyuri's mother found some comfort in focusing solely on one task, even if there was no need for it. He had a team of cooks ready to manage the meals for all the guests on the property, but the woman insisted. Kyungsoo almost smiled when he recognized the source of the same stubbornness in Gyuri. 

That’s why she cooked for everyone. Every minute she didn’t spend with her daughter, she spent it chopping something, as if investing her attention in something that could somehow change the situation. Kyungsoo listened to the woman listing all of the dishes she wanted to make and started to wonder if she ever slept.

Moved by the contained emotion in her voice, he offered to assist her prepping, and they ended up finding solace in each other's silent company as they cooked.He had the impression that she found a small measure of joy in teaching him how to prepare her daughter's favorite foods, as though that offered some hope in the face of an ominous and bleak future.

Time went by as the light seeping through the windows changed and a new shift change happened. Jongdae sauntered in, as loud as he always was, excited to get a warm homemade meal. From everyone on the research team to the other guests and family members, the nurse was the one that appreciated it the most and ate everything to the last grain of rice with an unwavering devotion and a satisfied smile on his face.

Jongdae was in the middle of his usual praises to the cook in charge when the high-pitched alarm of the pager he carried with him at all times suddenly started blaring. As if in automatic, the nurse jumped out of the chair to run to Gyuri's room. Kyungsoo and her mother followed him instinctively, and they hadn't even arrived in the room when they heard her cries for help. 

"My eyes!” Gyuri cried over and over again.

By the time they reached the door, Jongdae was already getting all his gear on as another nurse stopped them from getting any closer. Baekhyun stumbled into the hallway as well, clearly shaken up and still half asleep. 

“I can't see! What happens to my eyes?!" They heard Gyuri cry in desperation, "Why can't I see!?"

Everyone froze at the words as Gyuri kept on crying and screaming, and the nurses rushed into the room. The deep determination in Jongdae’s voice broke them all out of the initial shock and left them with a sinking feeling on their stomachs.

"Call everyone in. Everyone! Now!" He ordered before the door closed behind him, and once again, all they could hear were her desperate screams thundering across the hallway.

SORRY! I'm so sorry it took me sooo sooo long to finish this chapter. Truth is, it was a hard chapter to write and I wonder if it will be hard for you readers to digest. Or at least I hope it will be considering how hard I tried to convey the nuance of what everyone is feeling. Everyone is grieving. Anyway, I'm sorry for the delay. Hopefully, the next chapter doesn't take that long to finish. If you're still here: Thank you! It means the world

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three’s company | kai & taemin (m)

title: three’s company pairing: taemin x reader x kai genre: smut, fwb request: “hello!! can I req a kai and taemin with female reader smut fic?” word count: 4.4k warnings: MMF threesome, oral (female and male receiving), deep throating, fingering, unprotected sex (don’t try at home 🚫), cumshots, some spanking, taemin has dom tendencies, the aftercare is a bit lacking i think sjdfklfsk a/n: i have not written a proper threesome fic in so long, this didn’t come as easy to me as i thought it would 🤧

at the beginning of the fic—if you don’t know about taemin’s infamous slippers here are some references lol

“Open the door for your best friends!”

“I’m coming, I’m coming!” Taemin’s head peeks through the crack in his front door only a few seconds later, and he grins at the sight of you and Kai standing on his front step, overnight bags in hand. “Took you long enough.”

“We would’ve got here sooner if Y/N didn’t take a hundred years to find her favorite slippers,” Kai says, snorting.

“I can’t go anywhere without them, they’re part of my bedtime routine,” you protest, stepping inside as Taemin opens the door wider for the two of you to come in. “And I am not wearing Taemin’s rat fur shoes as a consolation prize like he tried to make me do last time.”

Taemin rolls his eyes at your complaint. “Rat fur slippers or not, you have no problem stealing all my other clothes.”

“It’s not my fault your clothes are so cozy.”

“You say that every time you steal our stuff,” Kai points out, walking past you both to make himself comfortable on Taemin’s couch. “How many of my poor hoodies are hanging up in your closet, never to be worn by me again?”

“Just the right amount,” you insist, dropping your bag to the floor and jumping onto the couch with Kai, splaying yourself across his legs and the couch cushions. He grins at you like you’re an overexcited kid and leans against the back of the couch.

“You’re so goofy. I hope you don’t plan on having me take care of you all weekend like the last time you ate too much sugar and crashed like hell,” Kai says, tapping his finger on your forehead and making you swat his hand away.

“No, I’m not gonna do that again...I don’t need to be babysat, Jongin!”

Taemin passes by the two of you on the couch and pinches your thigh as he goes; fortunately for him, he’s fast enough to escape a slap from you. “Don’t worry...even if it does happen, we’ll take good care of you.” He leaves with a joking smile as he goes into the other room, though the teasing note in his tone makes you wonder for a brief moment.

—

A few hours later, the three of you are in the kitchen preparing snacks for your movie night—which usually ends up with you and Kai doing most of the work because Taemin tends to be a mess in the kitchen. Kai’s phone pings from the living room, and he leaves the both of you alone to go check what it is. Taemin sidles up to your side as soon as Kai exits the room, and you give him a questioning look when his arm goes around your waist.

“What do you want,” you deadpan.

“Don’t be so mean to me.” His tone is playful, but the lips at your ear are not so innocent. “We haven’t even seen each other in a while.”

“I know, which is why I’m astounded at your inability to keep it in your pants. You should’ve had plenty of practice by now.” Taemin gives an amused laugh, his eyes watching the doorway the entire time, and while the coast is still clear he takes the opportunity to press his hot lips against your neck. You shy away from him, but only because you don’t want to get caught.

One game of Truth or Dare with Taemin more than a year ago had gotten out of hand—a game the three of you usually played together, but Kai had been busy with EXO’s promotions for Obsession at the time—and the next thing you knew, you were sleeping with one of your good friends.

You knew that friends-with-benefits arrangements often ended in flames—you’d seen it happen too often with your other friends and their sexual partners—but you didn’t regret anything about the situation. You both enjoyed the sex, and it hadn’t managed to ruin your friendship, so neither of you saw any real reason to stop. No regrets—except for maybe the fact that you were keeping it secret from Kai.

It was Taemin’s suggestion and you went along with it, though you weren’t really sure what difference it made. He always acted as if letting the younger man know would be too much shock for him to take, or maybe he’d find it awkward to continue hanging out with you two, which you found ridiculous (it turned out fine with him, why did it need to be kept from Kai?) but you weren’t interested in arguing about it.

Taemin looks like he’s about to say something else, but he’s suddenly zipping away from your side just as quick as he came. You see the reason why when Kai walks back into the room seconds later, seemingly unaware of Taemin’s earlier antics. You screw up your mouth and glare at Taemin for almost getting caught when all this secrecy was his idea.

Kai raises his eyebrows. “What’s wrong? Don’t tell me Taemin is bothering you again.”

“When is he not?” 

“Stop pretending like you don’t love it.” Taemin pulls out aegyo that makes both you and Kai cringe like you’ve been stung. Taemin laughs at both your expressions, though he’s also a bit embarrassed for even trying to use the cute card on you; you rarely fell for those tricks of his.

Kai shakes his head. “This is going to be a long weekend.”

—

Despite Taemin having more than enough space in his home to host all three of you in your own rooms, you all end up in Taemin’s bed when you decide to turn in for the night. Kai swore he was only stopping in to talk before going back to his own room, but he never left his side of the bed even after the overhead lights were turned out. You lie in between the two men the whole time, enjoying their body heat on either side of you and the comfort of having them nearby.

Kai is already knocked out on your left, but Taemin remains awake, his eyes sparkling with devilment in the dark. He angles his body more towards you, lying on his side, and you mean to ask what he’s doing and why he’s not asleep yet when his hand lands on your thigh.

Your lips part and your mouth moves aimlessly for a few moments as his hand works up and down your thigh, warming you up. “Jongin…” you finally whisper, and both of you know that you speaking the other man’s name is not you trying to call out for him—it’s a warning.

“...is asleep,” Taemin says, unfazed.

“This is wrong,” you mutter, but you don’t make a move to stop him when his hand comes closer to the space between your thighs. Taemin brushes his fingers across your pubic mound as he reaches his hand over to your other thigh, teasing you. “You were the one who wanted to keep all this hidden. Remember that.”

“Correct,” he responds, still sounding perfectly casual about the entire situation. “And we still can, if you just be quiet for a little while and let me do this.”

“Can’t you wait until later?” Your voice comes out strained. When his hand inches closer to your inner thigh again, you don’t know whether you want to ask him to stop for his own good or go further. “Like when he’s in the shower or something?”

Taemin slides his hand fully between your legs now, the heel of his palm rubbing against your clit. “I have to touch you.” He says it like he doesn’t know what will happen to him if he doesn’t get the opportunity now. The tinge of neediness in his voice breaks something inside you and makes you want to relent without a single question more.

The sudden movement of his palm on the most sensitive part of your body causes you to jerk, and your elbow hits Kai right in the side by accident. For a tense moment, you think maybe you haven’t woken him, but then he grumbles and gently shoves you back. “Why are you elbowing me?” he murmurs, and then you freeze when he turns his head and opens his eyes to look at you. His eyes are only cracked halfway, but even in the dim room you know there is a good chance he can see how Taemin’s hand is now halfway tucked into your sleep pants as he begins his descent into your underwear. You stay stock-still as if that’ll make him unable to see you, which feels as ridiculous as it sounds.

“I-it was an accident, sorry,” you stammer. Kai doesn’t respond right away, too busy blinking his eyes against the dark. Then he says,

“If you two are going to do that, go in another room.” He scoffs and turns over, and you’re mortified. He sounded completely nonchalant about finding the two of you in a compromising position, which makes you wonder; does he somehow already know about the arrangement you two have? Maybe neither of you were ever really as sneaky as you’d thought.

“You should join us,” Taemin suggests, throwing yet another wrench into the situation. Kai’s body stiffens beside you, and there’s silence before he faces you both again.

“Join?”

“Aren’t you being a little—”

“Yes, join.” Taemin interrupts you, and you roll your eyes, pinching his arm. “Don’t pretend like you haven’t thought about it before.”

“What does that mean?” you blurt out, jerking your head to look at Taemin. What secrets have they been keeping from you? Kai looks equally bewildered, which makes you more confused.

“I—when have I suggested anything like that?” Kai argues, though his voice is uncertain.

“You don’t have to. You are easy to read, Jongin.” Kai makes a disapproving noise at Taemin’s statement.

“Easy to read? What about you thinking you were being sneaky with Y/N this whole time—”

“Well, I thought we were pretty damn clever—”

“Look, if you two are just going to go back and forth, I’m going to sleep—”

“Fine. Let me join, then.” You want to complain at being interrupted again, but Kai’s words make you pause. And then his eyes drift over to you, his face turning towards yours on the pillow and his voice becoming more yielding. “If you’re okay with it.” 

You feel a bit winded, never really expecting him to say yes. But now here it is, out in the open and waiting for you to take hold of it—or shun it away. You also know yourself well enough to understand the second choice isn’t even an option for you. Taemin waits in silence to see what your answer will be, though the corner of his mouth is already lifting in a smirk because he can take a good guess.

“Okay. Then let’s do it.”

With your acceptance, there’s a tense pause as everyone waits to see what the other will do first.

Taemin makes the first move by sliding his hand the rest of the way into your underwear, his fingers dipping down to feel you. You’re not as wet as he’d like yet, which he immediately seeks to remedy by rubbing your clit and bringing his plush lips to your exposed collarbone.

“Kiss her,” Taemin says in between laying kisses of his own across your chest. Kai stays still for a moment longer, and you wonder if he’s regretting this decision, but when you glance up at him his eyes are glued to where Taemin’s hand is moving beneath your pajamas. Finally, he tears his stare away from the scene playing out in front of him and meets your gaze, coming closer to press his mouth on yours.

More often than not, Taemin’s kisses are heated and frantic, as if he can never kiss you enough—which is not to knock his experience or skill, because he has more than enough to satisfy you—but Kai is soft and slow against your mouth, kissing you deeply and intensely like he might not get to do it again.

Taemin laughs quietly against your neck at how you grow wetter beneath his fingers from this one kiss. 

Kai’s touch is a little more tentative because he hasn’t done this with you before, but his hands go to the hem of your shirt. He goes underneath the fabric, pushing it up your stomach along the way, to touch your breasts. Your nipples harden at his touch, and he rolls them between his deft fingers. It doesn’t take long for him to begin desiring more contact, and he shoves your shirt up above your chest, lowering his head to take a nipple into his mouth.

Taemin situates himself further down to let Kai have his way with your upper body and introduces one of his fingers into you, sliding the slender digit inside and crooking it up to find that soft spot. You twitch around him, your thighs tensing and flexing, and he keeps his lips pressed close to your hips, biting the skin there and then dragging his tongue across the places he’s just irritated. You’re already feeling overwhelmed at having both men pleasure you at the same time, and you’re not sure how you’re going to make it through the rest of the night.

Your pulse races against Kai’s mouth as his kisses travel to your neck, making you shiver. “Does that feel good?” Kai asks, his voice low, and you nod without a second thought. You belatedly realize he’s referring to Taemin's actions when you notice his eyes have drifted below the waist again. He seems entranced with the way Taemin fingers you, or maybe he just wants a turn for himself. 

“It does,” you say, as if your nod wasn’t confirmation enough. Your words trail out of you in a breathless whisper. Kai soon shifts lower down your body just as Taemin eases another finger into you, which makes you moan softly. You think your heart might beat out of your chest when Kai settles himself beside Taemin, and you can guess what’s about to happen.

“Are you going to have her all to yourself?” Kai remarks, his tone joking.

“I was here first.” Taemin grins deviously, but he shuffles over to make more room for Kai between your legs.

As Taemin keeps moving his fingers inside you, brushing them against your g-spot and making you moan desperately, Kai lowers his head and drags his tongue over your clit. You gasp sharply at this brand-new sensation; the sight of it is even more erotic than you could’ve imagined. Kai wraps his mouth around your sensitive clit and Taemin observes closely as the other man sucks and licks into you. Though Taemin sometimes likes to pretend he isn’t as easily aroused as you know he can be, he can’t hide the way his breaths grow rushed and his face becomes more flushed.

The soft but intense sucking of Kai’s mouth and the smooth strokes of Taemin’s fingers have you careening off the edge faster than you anticipated, and your legs scrabble against the sheets as you toss and turn in the tide of a strong orgasm.

Kai comes back to your upper body when he’s finished, leaning in close to where your head rests on the pillow. Your chest heaves as you try to regain your breath. He smiles down at your supine figure, pressing another kiss to your lips. “You’re so sweet,” he murmurs against the seam of your mouth, and he slides his tongue in to let you taste yourself even more deeply.

Between kisses, Kai pulls your shirt the rest of the way off. You end up doing the same for him—with his help—and you run your hands over the newly exposed skin, feeling the soft but firm ridges of his abs underneath your palms. The length of his cock presses against his sleep pants, half-hard and still rising. Somewhere below you, Taemin removes your panties and pajama pants from around your ankles, and even though you feel spent, your body is already reacting to the idea of him pressing your legs open wider and pushing into you.

“Turn on your stomach,” Taemin instructs, though he’s already grabbing your hips and shifting you over before you can do it yourself. He doesn’t miss the opportunity to palm your ass as he does, his digits dipping down between your legs like he’s going to start fingering you again. Some nights, he can spend forever doing just that—pulling you apart with his hands and mouth and denying you his dick until he finally feels like giving it to you.

His plans for tonight are a little different, though. 

Taemin taps your lower back and says, “I think you know what to do.” You can’t see his face, but he must be giving Kai a certain look because the other man smirks, shaking his head.

“Come closer,” you say to Kai, because just as Taemin predicted, you know exactly what he expects you to do. You run your fingers up the length of Kai’s strong thighs, feeling the hard muscle of them and bringing your hands up higher to caress the bulge straining against his pants. Kai’s eyes grow heavier as he watches you palm his dick, and he settles himself in front of you with his legs spread.

You could probably occupy yourself all night with pulling reactions out of him and teasing him, getting to know what he likes and making him drip sticky precum down your hand. You are too eager to see his dick and feel him in your mouth, however, so you drag the waistband of his pants and underwear lower to bring it out. It’s thicker than Taemin’s, pretty and tan with prominent veins, and you can only imagine how it’s going to feel once he actually gets inside of you. Kai watches you with burning eyes as you grip the base in your hand and get his dick wet with your saliva, sliding your tongue across the shaft. A heavy, shaky breath leaves him when your mouth makes the first contact.

Behind you, Taemin’s cock nudges your entrance and then pushes in, and you whimper from being stretched while Kai’s dick bumps against your lips. Taemin keeps his hands on your ass as he begins thrusting into you, taking his time with it and building your pleasure up with slow thrusts. You want Taemin to move faster and send you spiraling headfirst into pleasure again, though. You whine with your mouth still around Kai’s tip, which makes him give an answering moan.

“Stop playing around and swallow his dick, Y/N,” Taemin taunts you from above. He angles his hips a bit differently to find your g-spot, and you make a choked noise when he locates it, causing Kai’s dick to slip from your mouth.

“Shut up, Taem. It’s not like you’re making it easy.” Taemin gives a sudden rough thrust in answer to that, and even Kai grins at the pleasured expression on your face and the surprised yelp you let loose.

“Try harder.” Taemin insists, and he lands a swift slap on your ass. It’s not harsh, but it’s enough to make you cry out. “You want her throat around your dick, don’t you, Jongin?”

Kai raises his eyebrows at Taemin’s words, but the twitch of his cock in your hand and the bob of his Adam’s apple are unmistakable. “Can you take it?” Kai asks you, voice thick with desire.

“Give it to me.” You open your mouth, sticking your tongue out for Kai to slide in. You’ve deep-throated Taemin numerous times before, and you are impatient to let Kai try it now. His gaze darkens, and he grips his cock and leads it deeper into your mouth. He shudders visibly when the warm, wet heat of your mouth envelops him. He hesitates for a moment, like he doesn’t want to go too deep and hurt you, but you look up at him from beneath your lashes with your best pleading eyes and he is completely lost to your longing expression. His stomach tenses when he pushes further, feeling the tight space of your throat squeezing around his tip. More precum drips from him.

“Good girl,” Taemin whispers from above, his eyes glued to the back of your head. He leans forward for a better view so he can watch Kai’s dick disappear between your lips, and that movement ends with his hips pressed flush against your ass, his length as far in you as it will go. You moan helplessly around Kai as Taemin continues fucking you at this depth and angle, one of his hands gripping your hip tightly. You feel beyond full, unable to think about anything other than the two men inside of you.

“Don’t come yet.” Taemin pushes into you as steadily as ever, rushing towards his own climax as his breaths grow more broken-off.

Kai groans as your tongue slides sloppily against his shaft, your body being repeatedly pushed forward by Taemin’s thrusts. He doesn’t even have to do much work to fuck your mouth. He only keeps his hand at the back of your head, more because he just needs to touch you somewhere rather than trying to control the pace. The wet and filthy sounds of his dick hitting the back of your throat bring him ever closer to his end, but Taemin’s gaze gives him pause. “You’re telling me not to come yet?”

“You still have to fuck her,” Taemin says, smacking your ass again. He slows his pace momentarily to lift your hips slightly, sneaking his hand beneath you to circle his fingers around your clit, and your body tenses as you give a stifled cry. “You’ve got to feel her. This pussy is so fucking good, isn’t it, Y/N? Want him to fuck this needy little hole? You’re already getting tighter around me just thinking about it...how dirty.” There’s no way to respond with your mouth currently occupied; you only give a low, shuddering moan.

“F-fuck.” Kai abruptly pulls himself out of your mouth to stave off the orgasm threatening to overtake him at the sight of you looking so fucked-out. Like Taemin said, he definitely wants—needs—to be inside of you at least once before the night is over.

“J-Jong—” You want to beg for him to put his dick back in your mouth, gripping his thighs and trying to get closer, but those attempts are lost when your climax finally comes crashing over you. Taemin keeps his hand on your lower back to prevent you from squirming away from him as he continues thrusting into you throughout your orgasm, overstimulating your already wired senses. Weak with pleasure and shaking, you let Taemin use your body to get closer to his own end, which you’re more than happy to do.

Seconds later, Taemin is pulling out of you and stroking his dick, spilling his cum on your lower back and your ass. He lets go of his dick and slips it between your ass cheeks, thrusting between them and milking himself of the last few drops. He smirks at the messy creation he’s made all over your skin.

When Taemin lies on the bed next to you, Kai sheds his pants and takes his place. Kai gently turns you onto your back and grabs your weakened legs, pulling them around his waist, and you let him maneuver your body as he wants.

When he pushes into you, you almost want to sob at the way his dick spreads you open, sliding deep inside your oversensitive pussy. His eyebrows crease together at how you feel around him, so warm and wet.

Kai’s pace is not as quick as Taemin’s; his strokes are deep and hard as he buries himself inside and pulls nearly all the way out. Your lingering pleasure is stoked even higher by the intense way he’s fucking you, and your muscles feel like they might cramp up, but he keeps your legs spread open for better access.

“Is it good, Y/N? Do you love it?” Taemin asks from beside you, his voice light and airy as if he’s in awe of it all. His hands sneak over to your breasts, and his lips soon follow.

“Fuck, yes.” Kai brings one of your legs up to his shoulder to get a better angle. His gaze is burning as he looks at you and Taemin—Taemin sucking your breasts, your knitted eyebrows and half-open mouth, the sight of his shaft disappearing into you. “You feel s-so good. So fucking deep...” You grab Kai’s arms on either side of you, nails pricking his skin.

“Y/N…” Kai’s voice has grown rough, tinged with desperation. Sweat drips from his face and down his abs. His pace increases, and the tension tightens in your lower stomach again as his hips slap against yours.

Taemin grips your chin and turns your face towards his, sliding his tongue into your mouth in a wet kiss. At the same time, he moves his other hand lower to stroke his fingers across your clit, and this pushes you off the edge into a dizzying orgasm. It’s strong enough to turn your whole world blurry with an endless ecstasy.

When Kai gets close, he pulls out like Taemin did to jerk himself off and come across your stomach, painting your skin with his warm cum. His groans are deep and rich and lovely, and they make you clench with the last waning vestiges of your orgasm.

Kai lies beside you on the free side that Taemin isn’t occupying, keeping one hand on your thigh like he needs to have some part of you always touching him.

“We need to clean up,” you mumble, uncomfortable with the cum drying on your skin, though you’re also trying to battle the increasing sleepiness threatening to drape itself over your eyes like a veil.

“Maybe later.” Taemin throws an arm around your waist and cuddles his face into your neck. Kai grins and nudges his nose against your ear, tickling your skin. Their breaths fan over your skin, and you sigh and close your eyes, contented despite the mess.

“Fine. As long as you carry me to the shower later.”

[blu-joons]

When He’s Whipped For You ~ Exo Reaction

Xiumin:

Everyone’s eyes darted across as soon as Minseok rose to his feet, searching around the studio for his car keys and phone to grab to leave.

“I’ve got to go and pick Y/N up, sounds like her friend bailed on her for a lift,” he informed the group, grabbing his jacket from the back of his chair.

“In the middle of a rehearsal?” Baekhyun asked, desperate to try and cause a bit of controversy. “Does she know that the buses still run until late, and there’s plenty of train stations not too far away too.”

Minseok stared back at him in disbelief, “if you think I’m leaving her to get on public transport, you’re crazy, I’ll be quick.”

Sehun quickly chimed in from beside Baekhyun, “did you even for a second consider not picking her up, or was your mind already made up?”

“Why would I ever have to think about picking my girlfriend up and getting her out of trouble?” Minseok asked to the whole group, who quickly fell silent.

“Just be quick,” Junmyeon warned him, “I’m sure we can get through the routine a couple of times without your spot being filled, but you’ll have to catch up.”

“I promise, I’ll pick her up, drop her off, and come straight back here.”

“Yeah…there’s no way you’re coming straight back here.”

Suho:

The tapping of Junmyeon’s hands against the table had caught the attention of the members one by one, until finally Jongin spoke up in frustration.

“What’s going on with you?” He asked, resting his hand over Junmyeon’s to get him to stop. “You’ve barely joined in with any of the conversation tonight.”

“Sorry,” he muttered, looking around the table at the rest of the group. “I know I’m supposed to be your leader, but I bailed on Y/N to come out for drinks, and all I can think about is her sat at the apartment by herself.”

Sehun shook his head at Junmyeon’s side, “you live together, you see each other all the time, is it really that bad for you?”

Junmyeon looked across to his best friend, “we were supposed to go to the movies, but I cancelled this morning when Kyungsoo suggested an evening together.”

“Is this your way of telling us you want to leave and head back to Y/N?” Jongdae teased, taking a sip from his beer bottle. “Are group evenings a thing of the past?”

“No, it’s alright, I’m sure she’s alright by herself,” he muttered under his breath, forcing himself to drink the glass of soju that Jongin placed before him.

“If you’re going to sit there frowning all evening, you can go home, you know?”

“I’m staying, I’ll make it up to Y/N tomorrow.”

Lay:

Yixing failed to hide his smile as he watched you reach up and try and grab the box you wanted from the shelf, huffing each time you missed it.

“You know, you’ve got a boyfriend with a few inches on you that might just be able to reach that,” you heard his voice call out from behind you.

“I just want to get the box and not listen to you tease me,” you whined, reaching up to try and grab it again. Yixing sighed, walking into the room to stand beside you, nudging against your hip to knock you off balance.

You looked back at him, noticing his smug smile. “All you have to do is call my name, and you know that I’ll always do anything for you.”

Your shoulders dropped as you tried to regain your composure. “Yixing, can you please grab the box down for me so I can get what I want from it.”

“Why, of course,” he grinned, reaching up with ease to grab the handle of the box and place it in front of you. “I can’t believe you ever think I’d tease you.”

“I know exactly what you’re like,” you sighed, snarling up at him. “You do something nice, but you always have to put a joke on the end of it too, winding me up.

“I can put the box back up high so you can’t reach again, if you want me to.”

“No, I’m sorry, please put it somewhere I can reach.”

Baekhyun:

His eyes followed as Minseok browsed through his wardrobe, sensing that he was looking out for something particular to get his hands on.

“Where did that grey hoodie go that you have?” Minseok eventually asked him, “I was hoping to borrow it to wear to the shooting tomorrow night?”

“Oh, that?” Baekhyun blushed, looking away from the eyes of his elder. “That hoodie is actually at Y/N’s, I gave it to her to go home in a while ago, but she didn’t want to give it back because it was so comfy.”

Minseok scoffed back at him, “you really are whipped for her, aren’t you? Do you just give her all of your favourite clothing items?”

Baekhyun’s head shook, pressing his hands to his cheeks, “she’s only got that hoodie, it’s not like she’s got my whole wardrobe there at all.”

“What am I supposed to wear tomorrow? That hoodie is supposed to be the one that you share with me, and not Y/N,” Minseok vented, closing Baekhyun’s wardrobe.

“Anyone would think I was dating you, and not Y/N,” Baekhyun frowned as Minseok sat down beside him. “I’m sure you can buy your own hoodie instead.”

“So, you’re replacing the things that I want by gifting them to Y/N?”

“Of course, why would I ever keep something for you.”

Chen:

The yell of his name instantly caught Jongdae’s attention, running through from the living room to where you stood nervously in the kitchen.

“Please, get it out,” you requested, running around to hide behind his back, gripping tightly onto his shoulders to keep yourself calm.

“What’s wrong?” Jongdae asked, trying to figure out what the problem was, following your pointed finger. “You’ve called me in here to get rid of an insect?” Jongdae asked in surprise, shaking his head back at you.

Your hand pushed against his back, “look how big it is Dae. How can I prepare dinner knowing that thing is creeping around the place?”

With a sigh, Jongdae stepped forwards, scooping the bug up and throwing it out of the window with ease. “There, now you can prepare dinner, no problems.”

“You’re a knight in shining armour,” you teased, pressing a thankful kiss to his cheek, “I’m sorry if I disturbed you from anything, although I better be your priority.”

“You’re definitely my priority,” he concurred, “even if you do get me running around doing stupid things, you really couldn’t get the bug out of the house?”

“Did you see the size of it? Who knows what it could have done?”

“It was harmless, but it’s gone now at least.”

Chanyeol:

The items that Chanyeol held onto instantly caught the attention of the rest of the members, unable to hide their smiles as he joined the queue.

“I didn’t realise Y/N had you doing her shopping for her now,” Sehun teased, watching on as Chanyeol added the items you needed to the group’s shop, much to their dismay.

“She texted me and said she needed some bits, and when she’s on her period, she needs looking after,” he fondly informed them all, “I guess you wouldn’t understand what it’s like to have someone rely on you.”

Baekhyun’s head shook at the taller figure, “does she rely on you, or has she just got you wrapped around her little finger instead?”

Chanyeol reached out and pushed him gently, “I’m not whipped, if that’s what you’re suggesting. She’s in pain, and so I’m just trying to make it easier.”

“Still whipped,” Junmyeon muttered under his breath as he pulled his card out, “I hope you know that you’re paying for these if they’re for your girlfriend.”

“Don’t worry, I can pay for it,” Chanyeol assured his leader, “Y/N would kill me anyway if I let you pay for them. She’d take the products and then kick me out.”

“Yeah, she most definitely does have you whipped Chan; you’ve changed.”

“For the last time, I’m not whipped.”

D.O:

The feeling of your body crashing down beside him caught Kyungsoo’s attention, smiling across at you as a yawn escaped.

“Are you alright?” He questioned, as your head nodded back, too tired to verbally answer. “Have you drunk enough? Or even had dinner?”

“I grabbed a chocolate bar out of the vending machine besides my office at lunchtime,” you informed him, kicking your heels off, settling against his side. “It’s just been too busy to find time for food.”

Kyungsoo’s head instantly shook, “Y/N, you still need to make sure that you eat. Let me cook you something, give me ten minutes.”

Your arm moved across him to stop him from moving. “It’s late at night Kyungsoo, and you’ve been at work too, I’ll just get a big breakfast tomorrow.”

“No way,” he argued, moving your hand back into your lap. “Get some rest for a few minutes, and I’ll call you through when it’s done for you to eat up.”

“You don’t have to do this,” you called out to him once again, instantly regretting it as he spun around on his heels and stared back at you with a hint of a smile.

“I’m doing this, someone has to make sure that you take care of yourself.”

“Make some for yourself too, I want to eat together.”

Kai:

Your eyes instantly looked to Jongin as he agreed to dinner that evening with Baekhyun before leaving the studio, you in tow behind.

“What happened to dinner at my parents?” You questioned once Baekhyun was out of earshot. “You promised that you’d clear your schedule to spend time with them.”

“I forgot that was tonight,” Jongin frowned, turning around to face you, holding onto your hand still. “When we get home remind me to give Baekhyun a text and let him know I won’t be at dinner tonight.”

Your head shook, instantly feeling guilty. “Group dinners are important; we can always rearrange with my mum and dad.”

Jongin barely gave you the chance to finish speaking before he interjected, “dinner with your parents is much more important, I’ve got to make sure they have a good impression.”

“They have the best impression of you,” you assured him, “and I know that they’d be more than happy to organise dinner when you’re missing out on work.”

“And I’m telling you that I’m cancelling on the boys,” he laughed, pressing a kiss to your lips, “I want to see your family, we’ve made a promise to them.”

“Alright, as long as your sure, but the boys will be disappointed.”

“I don’t care, you come first.”

Sehun:

Your eyebrows furrowed as you got into the car, smiling at Sehun before noticing Chanyeol sat in the back with a shy smile on his face.

“He was supposed to take me home, but apparently picking you up from work was more important first,” Chanyeol answered before you had time to ask.

“I could have waited,” you told Sehun as you closed the door behind you. He stared blankly back at you, shrugging his shoulders. “I can’t believe you dragged Chanyeol all the way across the city just to pick me up.”

Finally, Sehun spoke up, “your shift finishes at six, and so I had to make sure I was here for six. It was his fault I was running late anyway.”

Chanyeol’s hand tapped against your shoulder, “Y/N, I don’t know how you’ve managed it, but he really is completely besotted with you.”

“No, I’m not,” Sehun argued, refusing to listen to such nonsense, “I’m just a good boyfriend. I did warn you to stop working on the demo because I had to go.”

“I didn’t think you meant it though,” Chanyeol quickly retaliated, “if it was any of the other members you would have had to pick up, you would have made them walk home.”

“It’s a good job Y/N’s not one of you then, she’s someone much better.”

“I know, that’s why I’m stuck in the back of your car.”

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Masterlist

[webangchan]

velma’s masterlist

✧ stray kids ✧

bang chan

misbehave. 1.2k words. in which you break the rules and have to deal with the consequences.

use me. 1k words. in which you gladly let your boyfriend use you for his pleasure.

lee minho

obey. 1k words. in which you make sure your boyfriend does exactly what you want.

(i’m not sorry) i’m dirty. 1.4k words. in which minho wears shorts and drives you crazy.

hwang hyunjin

canvas. 1.1k words. in which hyunjin’s an artist, and you’re his muse.

han jisung

midnight snack. 850 words. in which waking up to find your boyfriend between your legs is never a bad thing.

inhale, exhale. 2.7k words. in which jisung discovers something about himself after finding a pair of your underwear.

multiple members

my obsession. part one of two: chan, changbin, jisung. 1k words. in which we explore one kink for each member of 3racha.

my obsession. part two of two: minho, hyunjin, felix. 1k words. in which we explore one kink for each member of danceracha.

✧ txt ✧

choi yeonjun

(i just) wanna be your dog. 734 words. ft. soobin. in which nothing could be hotter for yeonjun than watching his best friend fuck his girlfriend.

stick-shift. 1.3k words. in which being stuck in traffic doesn’t pair well with impatience.

(party) in your bedroom. 1.6k words. in which you leave a party to indulge in your boyfriend.

choi soobin

(i just) wanna be your dog. 734 words. ft. yeonjun. in which soobin really, really enjoys fucking his best friend’s girlfriend right in front of him.

untitled drabble. 380 words. in which soobin put his fingers to good use.

choi beomgyu

adore you. 1.4k words. in which beomgyu is a bit inexperienced.

✧ exo ✧

kim jongin

quiet love. 700 words. in which you have a lazy day in bed with your boyfriend.

✧ ateez ✧

choi san

crave. 540 words. in which you have a sudden need for your boyfriend.

✧ events, others ✧

250 event drabbles. mixed with daphne’s.

[whosjunglejim4322]

Umbra | J.Seo (m) 2

》 Genre: vampire au! Smut, fluff, minor angst and mentions of violence, This story also features Yuta, Taeyong, Jaehyun, Jungwoo, Doyoung and Mark as his coven members, hints towards poly x reader

》 Warnings: dick sucking, pussy eating, Johnny lowkey being a soft dom, daddy kink....I know y'all saw it coming don't even yell at me, you almost get eaten by a bad vampire but Yuta says not on my watch, Jungwoo being THEE bestest boy, mentions of marking/biting, masturbation...this is nasty I'm sorry, this story also eludes to action based violence, guest appearance by Kim Jongin

Johnny's self control wilts down to almost nothing with you, a real issue when you're in situations like this, literally begging to suck his cock despite the fact that his immortal brothers are right downstairs.

"Please, let me suck you off, pleaaassse?"

You're too good at this, but more than that you actually really are that desperate to have him in your mouth. He can feel it all around you, like a current rippling around a vibrating force. More so, he can smell it. His mouth waters.

"Fuck - you're really really misbehaving right now," He clenches his jaw as if he's agitated but you know by the way he allows you to stroke his length, by the way that he grinds his hips along with your rubbing that you've won.

"You really want it that bad? Hmm?" He grasps your chin firmly between two of his fingers, eyes low like that of a wild animal while he gazes into you. Your fervent nod is all that you use to reply while you shuffle down onto your knees, splaying your fingers across the meat of his thick thighs.

"You've barely even kissed me all day Johnny, it's the least you could do for me." You're exaggerating about the kissing part, but your teasing smile makes up for it, so does your palm tracing the protruding outline of his hard on.

Your eyes are so big, so innocent staring up at him from between his legs and he can't take it. Not when you're acting as if sucking him off is something that is an act of pleasure for you, like you need it.

"I'm sorry baby, didn't mean to neglect you," His resolve has been completely demolished, smashed to smithereens as your fingers undo the button of his jeans. "go ahead."

He presses his heels off the ground and lifts his hips, aiding you in pulling his pants off of his narrow hips, along with his black briefs. You really are impatient, not even bothering to pull either of the garments all the way down past his knees and barely letting his dick spring free from the confines.

He lets out a hiss when you wrap your hand around him so eagerly, bringing your lips to the thick of his shaft near his balls and pressing open mouthes kisses along the silky skin, ascending. He cradles your face all the while, biting back a groan when you circle your tongue around his plum tip.

You hum while he slips to the back of your throat, his cock only halfway in your mouth, pressing against your uvula. His jaw clenches, fingers clawing at his couch and chin in the air with the way he's thrown his head back against the cushions.

He always forgets just how good your mouth feels, how warm and wet and soft it is. You're so sloppy in your gratitude, and it's so endearing, so sweet and nasty. You pull him out just to kitten lick the tip, and the muscles in his thighs tense.

"Oh shit baby, yeah," he pants, reaching out to move bits of your hair that have fallen into your face. You take just the smooth head past your lips, hollowing your cheeks. "juuuust like that."

You sort of regret looking up at him through your lashes and seeing the downright dirty expression he's wearing so unabashedly, tongue wetting his plush lips while he captures your gaze like a deer in headlights.

The eye contact causes a profuse flutter to swarm in your belly, the burn of lust seeping between your thighs and engorging your clit until it's throbbing. You whine, the sound reverberating around his length as your throat constricts around him, and you gag, saliva dribbling down the veins of his shaft.

"Fuck, be careful baby," he taunts, purposely bucking his hips, only slightly as to prompt the sound from you again. You oblige him happily, driven by the gruffness of his tone. "your little throat might not be able to take all of daddy's dick."

Need surges through you like you've just been submerged in ice water, the feeling starting from the tips of your fingers and toes, the tip of your tongue. It leaves a tingling sensation in it's wake.

Without thinking, you use your free hand - the one that's not wrapped around the rest of his length that you aren't able to reach - and slip it down between your legs, rubbing yourself through your bottoms. It's all too much and you're so wet, so lost in the way prospect of it all.

He sees you, of course, but he doesn't have the heart to stop you. Not when he knows how horny you are, how badly you need to be touched. Really, if it weren't for the fact that you're so jubilantly sucking his dick right now, he'd rip you from off the floor and eat you till you're raw - but that'll come soon enough.

He's content for now, holding your face while you swirl your tongue around his aching dick, and he can hear the squelch of your wetness as you fuck yourself with your fingers. His throat burns at the thought of tasting it.

You quiver, and he realizes the pleasure you're giving yourself is making you falter, and he coos your name. "Look at you," he sounds awed, high off of the moment. "I'm gonna fuckin' cum, keep touching yourself like that."

And you do, despite the fact that it's got you all wobbly and sloppy. But he's okay with you just suckling the tip of his dick like you are, cheek against his thigh while your tongue licks his frenulum. It's when you look up at him like he's the whole world and more and he can see just how fucked out you are, lost in the haziness of the act, that he feels the muscles in his abdomen tense, eyes going black while the wave of ecstasy washes through him.

You swallow his cum greedily, moaning around his twitching length while the sweetness envelopes you from inside out. He hisses through his teeth while you mouth at his still inflated cock, before the floor shifts from underneath your knees and suddenly you're lying back against the bouncy cushions of the leather sofa.

"Look how wet that made you," cool air breezes against your sopping, naked sex, and you realize that the blur of fabric that you've just seen tossed behind him is your pants. "your little clit is swollen and everything."

His index and ring finger form a v shape as he spreads your lips apart, marveling at the stickiness that decorates your folds in wet strings. His free arm hooks around your right thigh and with a simple jerk he pulls you just inches away from his awaiting mouth.

Only one whine slips from your throat before he encapsulates your bud with his soft, cool lips - eyes trained on you while he twirls his skilled tongue in circles around it. He pulls away with an obnoxious, lewd sucking sound before diving back in, and your fingers reach for the front of his hair where it falls in his face.

You wonder how someone can be so skilled in all departments, it's utterly unfair. His tongue is fast, avaricious yet somehow so precise, never concentrating on one place too long and always giving you exactly what you need where you need it.

Even the image of him between your legs has you jerking, trying desperately to fight the way your eyes are shutting closed. The sound you made must have been pleasant to him - you're not sure yourself because all you can hear is his slurping and your own heartbeat - and he chuckles menacingly, pulling back to admire your spit soaked center. He keeps the pad of his thumb against your swollen clit.

"Talk to me baby, come on," he brings his mouth to hover over your heat, teasing you will the coolness of his breath. His smile is toothy when you whimper. "tell me how good I make you feel."

You writhe, grinding against his face when he uses the tip of his pink muscle to lick at your folds, your entrance. "You make me feel so good, so so good please please, don't stop." This satiates him, his vigor returning while you feel two of his fingers abruptly slide into you, the glide effortless.

You're loud now, completely forgetting about the rest of the houses inhabitants - and he has to from there way he curls the two digits, massaging your spongy walls in a come hither motion.

It's just what you needed to be on the verge of bliss, eyes shut tightly while you lose half of the strength in your already wobbly limbs, allowing him to hold you against his face while he eats until he's full.

You manage to reach down and grip onto his bicep, flexing and bulging underneath your fingertips from the way he fucks his fingers into your hole.

"Daddy...ohhhh daddy, mmm." You're slurring on your words but he hears them loud and clear, and a sound so jarring leaves his throat that you manage to pull yourself together enough to look down.

It never doesn't cause an automatic reaction of thrill to surge through your chest, like having the wind knocked out of you. The inky darkness fills his eyes, waterline violently red and you can see sharp, white teeth behind parted lips each time he licks a stripe through your cunt.

The force of your orgasm leaves you silent for a moment, like being submerged under water and all you can hear is the sound of your own blood rushing through your veins, the outside world a muffled melody.

You're still aware that his mouth hasn't given up, even as you leak and twitch and pull at his hair with a force that would hurt a human - but it only makes him harder, more greedy.

The pleasure still thrums in your bones as you come down, muscles flexing reflectively from the aftershocks, your palm against his forehead finally convincing him to hold off. Gentleness replaces his covet, and soft wet plucks of warmth are being spread across your thighs, in between them. Then, against your lips.

"Are you okay? Open your eyes so I know you aren't dead." The boop of his nose against yours along with his silliness has you giggling suddenly, despite the fact that you're still throbbing between your legs.

"I'll keep them closed as long as I want, I deserve it after that." You state, feigning resistance while crossing your arms over your chest. He's Johnny, though, so you're not surprised to feel the ghost of his mouth against the collumn of your throat, his breathing deliberate.

"Can you blame me? You don't make it very easy." He kisses your jaw, down to your chin and then to your lips, and you succumb. Just as he grasps your face, you feel the tip of his dick graze your sensitive center, and your gasp has him smiling against your mouth.

He pulls away, pulling his jeans up fast - but not fast enough - and you pout seeing that his dick is still so hard, obvious and bulging. As if already sensing what you're gonna say, he rolls his eyes, grabbing your bottoms from the floor and slipping them past your feet, up your thighs.

"I'm fine, more than fine. It's just vampire stamina, baby." He smirks and you fight back your whine, not being able to stop the joyous swelling of your heart whenever you even glance in his direction.

Once your pants are on you curl up to his side, nuzzling your face against the firmness of his chest. "Why do you want to neglect yourself so much? Is having sex with me soooooo taxing?" You tease, knowing he's scowling at you for the implication at all. What can you say? You're a menace.

"You're silly, ridiculous even. If I put my dick in you now, we won't be done until the sun falls. I'd rather not push it," he strokes your arms, your back. You wrap your arms around his torso. "plus Jungwoo and I were going to stop by the bank and feed, I'll need to get you home before then."

At this you sit up, his expression neutral while you turn to face him. "Why can't I stay?" You aren't quite sure how he feels about this, his dark eyebrows furrowing slightly, as if contemplating, while his hands play with your fingers.

"You want to spend the night in a house full of vampires?" Anyone else who hears his tone would think he's upset, mocking your judgement even - but you know him enough to tell that he's actually just perplexed, curious.

"I want to spend the night with you, in your room. I know it may seem stupid but I just-" his hands come to cradle your face, lips shushing you with a gentle peck. The contact has you hazy when he pulls away.

"None of that, remember? It's not stupid, I want you here too, of course. But I'll be gone come midnight to go with Jungwoo, I know that no harm will come to you but I have to know that you're comfortable."

You stroke his cheek with your thumb, heart doing flips at the prospect of actually being able to sleep in his room surrounded by things he enjoys, in a setting that involves him more than it does you. You smile shyly.

"I'm comfortable, really. I trust you, and I trust your weird vampire rules too." You're being honest, and maybe it sounds sketchy from an outside perspective - but nothing in your body feel inherently afraid. Maybe it's Jungwoos warm aura despite being frozen and youthful, or maybe it's your own stupidity - but you feel safe, oddly enough.

"I have shirts and pants in the closet there, in the black drawers," he points to a door just to the left of you both, and you realize you completely missed it. "and I can order some food for you."

You wrap your arms around his neck, kissing him again while pleasant thoughts about the evenings plans begin to fill your head.

You're not sure what time it is when you awake, the blare of the movie you'd passed out while watching playing on his flat screen. It's the only light in the room and between flashes of scenes you struggle to find your phone, grabbing it once it's in your grasp.

12:30 AM.

You sit up, stretching your arms above your head. Once you'd eaten the takeout Johnny had delivered, you couldn't fight the need for sleep, and you're a bit annoyed now that you hadn't stayed up a little while longer. At least until he had to leave.

You yawn, and it occurs to you than your throat is dry, very dry. You search your surroundings for the water bottle you had earlier, but your hand smacks the empty container and sends it flying - a sigh leaving your lips.

You shouldn't. You really shouldn't, this wasn't part of the agreement - wandering off through the house on your own, especially not when he's gone. Your feet are moving before you make a conscious decision.

It's not like he expected you to just stay in his room, right? He would have told you specifically, sternly. Plus, you want something to drink, hopefully they have ice, or water. Of course they have water, dummy. Your hand wraps around his doorknob, and the darkness of the home greets you when you walk out, dressed in one Johnny's shirts and a pair of his sweats.

It's eery, you'll admit that much. The pale, bright moonlight streams through the huge picture windows at the end of the hallways, and you keep track of the turns you're making as to not get lost. The floor doesn't even creak, despite the house looking so historically ancient; a mirror of their age, in some ways.

Once you've arrived at the grand staircase, you're confident that the huge double doors to the left at the end of the steps, is the kitchen. Or a dungeon. You'll know soon enough. You take a paranoid look behind you, into the hallway you've just come from and back down to the corridor, before making your descent.

It is a kitchen, in fact. You can tell even that much in the dim lighting, a huge high wooden table sat elegantly in the middle, lined with stools that look as though they swivel. In the corner you can make out the shape of a fridge.

You feel too lucky, giggling like a schoolgirl whos just found a jar full of candy in her teachers desk. It's a miracle you haven't been caught, but your thoughts are suddenly elsewhere when your fingers wrap around the handle of the refrigerator, victory seeping into your bones at last while you think of the ice cold glass of water you get to enjoy and-

"There's nothing in there that will suit your tastes, sweetheart."

The yelp you let out is loud and echoes in the obscenely large kitchen, your hand clamping over your mouth while the muscles in your body ache with the aftershock of your fright. You turn around only to make sure you haven't just been spoken to by a ghost, almost positive that no one was here when you entered.

Yuta sits casually, perched in a stool at the far end of the dining room table. His skin is like silk in the little light that gleams from outside into the room, and you find yourself frozen; despite the fact you so vehemently swear to yourself you're not afraid.

You see his head cock to the side, only his smile visible from where you're at, blinding and oddly menacing considering the context. "Don't be so shy, I won't bite." He coos, and you unthaw just a bit.

"I'm not shy, you just scared me." You speak quietly, slowly but surely moving towards the table, only a few seats away from where he's sat. Your answer seems to ruminate in his mind for a while, his lithe hands clasped together.

"What are you searching for, anyways? Hmm?" His tone is oddly soft, melodic like music traveling through the air. You answer him almost immediately, deciding to sit directly next to him in an effort to prove you're not intimidated. Even if it's a lie.

"I was just thirsty...for water." He chuckles and suddenly his features are clearer somehow, standing out against the onyx shadows. You can feel his eyes on you but you keep your head down, worried about slipping up.

"Certainly, after the night you've had," he's there one minute, in his seat and as still as stone, and then he's gone. Before you have a chance to gasp at the cool breeze that whips past you, a glass is sat in front of you, straw included. "It must be so easy for him to forget how much you little humans need for survival."

He's back in his seat and suddenly you feel naked, knowing that well, they probably heard, but forgetting that they aren't bashful about their thoughts. Yuta finds it fascinating, the way you're shrinking in your chair. You swallow.

"Why didn't you and the others go with them? Johnny and Jungwoo, I mean." You take a sip of your water, and then other, and soon half the glass is gone as the vampire next to you eyes you with his inquisitive gaze.

"I prefer less orthodox methods of satiating my hunger, blood banks are just too...diluted." You ignore the shiver that wracks through you, humming in response. He leans forward, further into the light, and you meet his wild eyes for the first time tonight.

"Your pulse is fluttering like butterflies in a jar," The corner of his plush mouth turns upwards, pearly whites on show. "are you sure you aren't scared?" His lilt is too imperceptible, and you're not able to tell if he's genuinely concerned or testing your ability to maintain composure under pressure. You steady your breathing.

"If I were scared, I would have run out the moment you spooked me in the dark like a madman." Your reply prompts a laugh to bubble from his throat and the sound is surprisingly gleeful this time, his normally menacing eyes forming into crescent moons.

"You are funny, aren't you? Tell me, then," he tilts his chin, raven hair falling against his cheek as he questions you. "why didn't you run?" His eyebrows furrow, and the genuine query takes you by surprise.

To be honest, you're not exactly sure how to answer. You aren't sure yourself, but you answer anyways. You're here, after all. Turning back around would be worth nothing.

"I don't really know. I think you're kind of...unexpected. I mean, I was told you guys aren't a lot different than him, than Johnny. But it's even more striking up close." You don't expect the truth to be so freeing or easy to say out loud once you've spoken, but you're oddly more at ease. The vampire is quiet for a moment.

"Striking? My my, you are perplexing. You're telling the truth too, so often your kind are deliberately... deceptive...how odd." He sounds as if he's talking amongst himself rather than to you, but his eyes still implore into yours.

"What do you mean? If you can tell whether or not some ones lying, then what use is it to lie?" You question, interest piqued. If his mischievous smile is anything to go by, he's willing to indulge you.

"Out of fear, lust, greed. Nothing unusual. It's only natural to tell someone exactly what it is they want to hear, especially when their teeth are against your throat."

Strangely, he doesn't sound as ferocious as the statement may make it seem. If anything, it's as if there's more than one meaning to what he's said, but you don't ruminate on it. You're not even sure how long this willingness to conversate will last.

"And vampires don't fear? Or lust, or covet." You're probably pushing it, but it's too fascinating not to. It's like being in a cage with a great white just inches away from you, as if it couldn't break through the barrier and eat you alive if it were hungry enough. The faux security blanket makes you feel invincible.

"Of course we do," his thumbs twirl casually, long black nails clanking together. "but you see, we are only living up to people's preconceived notions, aren't we? Volatile, bloodthirsty...why put on a show if you aren't going to finish it?"

You shake your head at the vampire, and he clicks his tongue. "That may be true, most of us do think that way. I don't think I ever really had an opinion, until I met Johnny. And even meeting you, of course you're all capable of horrible things but look at what humans do to others on a daily basis."

Silence follows, not awkward or tense, just the steady rise and fall of your breathing, his impenetrable irises examining you for a minute. You figure he's had enough of talking to you for tonight, and you press your heels to the floor in an effort to get up from your stool - but his cold hand is pressed against your chest before you can get move from your seat.

Your heart beats a total of two drums before you're suddenly pulled behind him, your brain trying to process what's just happened in such a short amount of time. He's almost crouched, nose in the air like a bloodhound while his hand reaches back behind him to keep you pressed against him.

"Yuta what-"

"Someone's....here."

A loud, intrusive cracking sound erupts through the kitchen, splinters of wood flying around the shield of Yutas lithe body while what seems to be violent hissing leaves the vampires throat. Your face is against his shoulder blades and you regret taking a peek to see what - or who - is growling like that in front of him - and panic fills your throat with bile.

The man is unfamiliar and you'd think he was a vampire if it weren't for how different he looks from the others - wild, crazed. His lips are pulled back in a snarl as Yuta shouts something at the creature in a foreign language, and your body shakes with tremors at the sight of the mans mouthful of razor sharp teeth.

Another blur bursts through the kitchens mangled doors, and then another, and another, and you don't know what else to do so you cling on to the back of Yutas silky shirt, unaware that the new visitors are some of the homes residents.

"Take her!" Yuta shouts, and your blood runs cold at the implication, the snarling still ripping from the creatures throats. You let go of him and prepare to run but you slam into something hard, nearly falling to the ground if cool hands didn't reach out and steady you by your shoulders.

You look up, and Jungwoos serene expression sends a wave of calmness through your bones, his voice soothing and steady despite the whirlwind happening around you both. Something made of glass breaks behind you.

"It's okay, I'm here to protect you but we have to go, now." You're pulled to his chest before you can object, getting just a small, nearly missable glimpse of the ugly creatures that Yuta and what seems to be Jaehyun - maybe Taeyong but you can't tell - are fighting off, and you suddenly realize just how scary vampires can really be.

It's like being in a car, a nice car that doesn't even jolt when it passes deep potholes in the asphalt. Except, of course, this theoretical car doesn't have doors or a windshield and you can hear - and feel - the wind whipping around you, whistling in your ears.

It's only a few more seconds, maybe even just a minute before his inhuman pace slows and you recognize the hum of an conditioner, the scent of alcohol and the padding of his shoes against a hardwood floor. He stops completely and your eyes are still shut tight, fingers clinging onto the front of him as though you might fall off the face of the earth if you let go.

"You're like a newborn deer, your legs are all wobbly." Jungwoo chuckles, amused and the sound of his voice breaks you from your fear induced reverie - eyelids peeling open to see where exactly it is that your boyfriends coven brother has taken you.

Violet and maroon lights glow around you, illuminating the place with a neon aura. It's a bar, from what you can tell, the stools and countertop and bottles of miscellaneous substances stacked on shelves behind it. It's pristine, you can see even that in such dim lighting.

"Why - what's going on? I don't underst-" Jungwoo shushes you with a finger to your lips, shaking his head as if to dismiss any of your worries before they come to a front.

"It's okay sweet pea, don't worry your pretty little head about it." You grit your teeth, but before you can offer any sort of rebuttle, the door to what you assume is the entrance you came in, swings open and a swarm of familiar faces fill the space around you, your eyes searching for Johnny in the midst.

He's not there, and your chest begins to ache badly with anxiety. This whole thing is confusing and bewildering and you're not sure what to make of it, especially when no one seems to be answering your questions, talking amongst themselves.

"It was a Lampir, a fucking Lampir." Yuta spits, chest heaving and eyes still black. Doyoung approaches him, arms crossed over his chest.

"We know why, the minute we get involved with a human those pests come to bother us." You see why the vampire had been so indifferent before.

"Hold on hold on, if it's a Lampir then it had to have been sent by Jongin. They wouldn't come to our home without orders." Taeyong reasons. You find a seat in one of the bar stools, lying your head down on the countertop.

"Definitely. Jongin is like, super old and stuff and you know how he can get - do you think he wants her?" Mark inquires too casually, your body alert now, and your need for Johnnys presence becoming unbearable.

As if your thoughts were as loud as your yearning, the door opens once again and a familiar head of raven hair is the first thing you see, messy and disheveled. You're on your feet and slamming yourself against him before your eyes even meet, and at once you're home.

You don't even realize you're crying until he's patting your head gently, then your back and down your arms while he cradles you against his chest, cooing in that warm velvet tone. "Shh, it's okay you're okay, I'm here. You're safe." He's reassuring himself, as well.

You sniffle, pulling away just a fraction of an inch to peer up at him, to confirm you're not going through panic induced hullicinations.

Warm, honey eyes stare back at you and you breathe a true sigh of relief, large hands cradling your face. Reflectively, the words leave your mouth.

"Who's Jongin?" While wiping a wet tear from tour cheek with the pad of his thumb, his expression sours, and you are suddenly fully aware that something bigger is happening, something that you've been left out on. he looks up at one of his brothers.

"That thing...he was definitely ordered." He holds you close and continues stroking your skin, the sound of his voice - even when laced with annoyance and anger soothing to your senses. A strange scent dances underneath your nose and it's only now you realize his shirt is stained with something black, like tar.

You remove your head from his chest to examine the front of his garment, wondering how you hadn't noticed it before. It's in this brief moment that you realize they've all gone completely silent, faces contorting as if they're speaking but their mouths are closed - eyes shifting back and forth from one another.

You back up a fraction of an inch, enough to capture Johnny's attention and his brothers alike, your eyebrows furrowing accusingly. They're hiding something. Your skin feels itchy.

"What are you all doing?" You glance from Jaehyun, who's dimples are on show as he holds back a laugh - to Jungwoo who looks as though he'd be flushing in shame if we able - and then to your boyfriend, who couldn't hide his feelings or emotions even if he tried.

He takes a step towards you, preparing to open his mouth but Doyoung steps in front of him, pressing a hand to Johnny's chest. "Don't. She knows enough about us." His tone is bitter, filled with resentment and your stomach lurches uncomfortably, your boyfriends fingers wrapping around his brothers wrist and flinging his hand off of him in an instant. His eyes are suddenly furious, and again, you're missing something.

"Stop this at once, you're being childish. This involves her now whether we like it or not," Yuta steps in, expression so fierce you shrink yourself, his voice authorative. You're not sure anyone could defy him even if they tried, goosebumps erupting along your skin.

"are you prepared to take care of the situation yourself? To betray your brother and harm his human mate? Or perhaps you'd like to hand her to Jongin with your own hands?" The fury in Yutas voice is unmissable, everyone standing as still as statues as he locks eyes with Doyoung. Your gasp from his statement isn't even heard.

How the fuck did this happen?

Doyoung swallows, lips turned downwards into a rueful scowl, backing away from Johnny and his elder. He sounds apologetic when he speaks, but you know it's for his sake and now yours.

"Of course not, I just think this is all a bit ridiculous. We haven't had trouble with Lampir's for years."

"Do they really make that weird screeching sound when you rip their heart out?" Mark quips at Johnny enthusiastically. You feel dizzy, steadying yourself against the bar, desperate to feel the cool marble against your hot skin. Everything is becoming too hard to comprehend.

"Hey hey, look at me." Johnny is by your side, examining you with featherlight touches. He pulls your gaze up by your chin, and you can't force yourself to give him reassurance with a smile, not even a glimmer.

"You h-had to...to kill it. Your shirt, it's all messed up." You stutter.

"Hell yeah he did, it was awesome - nasty too, fresh Lampir blood reeks." Jaehyun and Mark high five. You hear a faint, hushed 'Shut the fuck up!' from Jungwoo.

"Yes, I did kill it. It - well it wanted you. That's why it was there," he looks pained, walking you to a nearby booth and sitting you down, slipping in beside you. "Jongin is a true elder, he's over a thousand years old and Lampirs aren't like us. They're driven only by hunger and greed, they possess almost no humanity." He explains. Taeyong finds a seat across from you, taking over.

"You see, because of Jongins age, these creatures believe that he is their leader. They're feral, and we believe that he somehow got word of you...and Johnny. Someone must have seen you come over tonight and reported back to him that a human is being shared by a coven." You tremble against Johnny’s sturdy frame, Yuta moving in beside Taeyong.

"If you think we are selfish and vile, you've seen nothing yet, little bird," the eldest of the coven inquires. "If we are correct, he wanted that Lampir to take you to him. He probably even promised it would get to taste you, if the task was completed. He'll know one of his little soldiers were slaughtered, it won't be long now."

Your eyes are already wide and welling with panic, jaw slack. You're not sure what to do with the fresh wave of tension that forms an uncomfortable knot in your belly, Johnny's arms holding you steady as if it'll stop the tremors.

"W-what do you mean? Is he coming here?" You look to the vampire holding you and his sorrowful, agonized expression only confirms your fears. You just want to sleep.

"Yes. He is. We can...feel it." Gears start to shift in your head.

"And that thing earlier, all of you going silent like that...?" You question, lilt more aggressive than you intend for it to be. Jungwoo bounds over, and as always, smiles as if not a thing in the world could tear it from his bouyant face.

"We can communicate through our minds, because we've been together for so long. And since Jongin is an elder, it's like a premonition of sorts - but it's also kind of a given, considering you did rip out that things heart." He sighs at Johnny, and you rest your head against his shoulder, too tired and overwhelmed by tonight's turn of events to ask anymore questions, to deal with the flurry of feelings that are rippling through you.

"You don't have to worry, you are safe. We know how to handle the situation, alright?" Your eyes stay close, head nodding. "Just, one thing," his octave lowers and you can sense the importance of whatever he's about to tell you, looking up at him through tired eyes.

"If he speaks to you, and only if he speaks to you, call him Kai. He won't take too kindly to a human using his formal name." Your skin crawls further, not only at the situation but also at the fact that such a pompous prick is doing this to you, seemingly for nothing. Despite your disgruntled expression, you nod in affirmation.

"He's close." It's Doyoung, facing the door, slender body rigid. You stiffen in your seat and Johnny leans down to kiss the crown of your head, the only reason you're not having a full mental breakdown in the middle of such a situation.

"What should I do? Should we stand?" You whisper urgently, having no need to be so quiet but scared to raise your voice any louder, as if the vampire on his way may hear you and it'll entice him all the more. Johnny shakes his head.

"It's best to to remain neutral, casual. Even though he already knows we know he's coming." he remarks, worried eyes giving you a once over that has another round of questions at the tip of your tongue. Jaehyun snorts at this, following mark to the booth behind you both.

"Yeah, she does look like a treat doesn't she," he says it in a reflective sort of way rather than crass. This still doesn't help your nerves, or the sudden feeling of being naked. "If he doesn't already know she's involved with you, her scent will definitely give it away. She'd have his mouth watering from a mile away-"

A harsh smack lands to the back of Jaehyuns head and he winces in faux pain, rubbing his burning scalp. Jungwoo curses him, muttering something in that same language that you don't understand, what looks so be a scold.

Knock knock knock.

The sound has you cold, still in your seat while the door handle is twisted, from the other side, slowly and deliberately, as if to draw this uncomfortable moment out even longer.

"Not going to invite me in?" The voice is musical and chastising, feigning offense. The door is then pulled open and a figure waltzes through the threshold, elegant and poised with his hands behind his back. His clothing is the first thing you notice, ostentatious and regal, purposely.

"Pardon our lack of hospitality, we unfortunately had to kill one of your pets." Yuta stands, and leisurely strolls towards the bronze, man and you realize that Yuta must be the only one old enough to address him so informally. The others stay put.

"Hmm....what a pity, I must say. I see your plaything is here," His dark eyes flit towards you like a snake, and his gaze is something you can't avoid. It's not like the others, this time it's like a magnetized force, and your body feels as if it's been pumped with morphine, though you're still very much conscious and aware. "come, I'd like to get a good look at you."

"Please, don't do that." Johnny growls, and the beautiful man chuckles, a lively sound that matches his youthful exterior, the malice hidden underneath such a pleasant mask.

"She hasn't been tainted with your blood, I see. Her mind is still susceptible...how very intriguing." The vampire tilts his head curiously, tapping his foot impatiently. "must I ask again?" The tension is only adding to his fascination and he breaks eye contact to glance at Yuta, enough time for you to squeeze Johnny's hand and give him a reassured nod.

It won't do anyone any good to sit here and defy the man anyways, and you aren't as scared as you should be, as always. Whatever happens, happens. Though you're confident that it won't be without a fight from the six other vampires in the room. Maybe minus Doyoung.

Johnny looks even more agonized than before, reluctantly slipping from the booth, hand still in yours as he allows you to walk towards Jongin. Kai. Call him Kai. Only if he speaks to you. Your boyfriends word repeats like a mantra as the excitment rolls off of Kai in rivulets.

Once in front of him he stares at Johnny's hand in yours, and the touch is abruptly gone, arm swinging lonesome by your side. Kai is tall, and his energy is as captivating as it is terrifying, in many ways. Knowing he sent that creature than almost attacked you earlier...

The breath leaves your lungs as the vampires smooth, golden face appears in front of your face in just one blink of your eyes, before he moves it to the side of your neck - hovering his nose over your throat.

Your pulse is hammering but there's nothing you can do about it, even as he takes a deep and dramatic inhale before blowing cold air against your skin. He hums, a content sound.

"It's so strange...surely if you're associating yourself with seven vampires you'd be at least a little marked up," he stands to his full stature, supple hand reaching out as he extends his index finger and traces the apple of your cheek. You remain outwardly calm, steady.

"But you are just as perfect as a rose petal, aren't you? And you only smell of that tall one." The gears shift in his head and something in his irises flickers, as he glances towards Johnny, sending shivers down your spine. The whole room senses it, you can even tell and you aren't immortal. Kai's stare feels as though it might burn right through you, but Yuta's velvet voice distinguishes the burn.

"She's marked, they're just not visible. We haven't all had the chance to mark her yet, I'm sure you know how those bonds can take some time."

Your thundering heartbeat pauses for just a fraction of a second, the absolute unequivocal tone in his voice giving you whiplash. Kai's neat, dark eyebrows raise, in what seems to be genuine surprise. Yuta steps closer, as does Johnny. A presence walks behind you as well but you aren't sure who it is just yet.

"Marked...you say? So this human..." Jongin smirks devilishly and the hairs on the back of your neck stand up, soothed quickly by Yuta's touch against your nape. The presence behind you is Doyoung, you're also able to conclude, as his melodic voice is the next to speak.

"Ours. The human is ours." His tone is so factual, so unequivocal that for a moment you wonder where these acting skills even came from. Not even five minutes ago he was giving you the stare of death, now he presses himself closer to your back, Johnny on your side opposite to Yuta.

Jongin tongues his cheek, utterly fascinated. Something falls over the energy in the room and it's oddly safe, the old vampires shoulders slumping only slightly, eyes still lit with animation.

"She must melt in your mouth, to be so fawned over by seven immortals. Hmm...if only you weren't claimed, this sure put a damper on things," He pouts like a child, one hand perched underneath his chin whole the other arm wraps around his torso. He takes a step back and examines you, licking his gums.

"I surely would have had my Lampir take you to me instead of ripping you apart for himself. What an unfortunate set of circumstances." For the first time, you're genuinely disturbed by a vampire, and Yutas hand soothingly massages your skin, ever so slightly. The movement probably wouldn't be perceptible to others, if it weren't for the fact that the room is filled with supernatural creatures.

"This means that the meaning for your visit has been concluded? Has it not?" Johnny asks, jaw clenched and teeth gritting together. You can tell this is winding him up, that the tips of his ears would be red right about now if possible.

Jongin sighs dramatically, placing his hands on his hips while he gives you all a once over, smiling wickedly to himself. "For now, I'll leave you be. This whole ordeal has gotten me so thirsty...I'll enjoy my variety for now. You all enjoy your little bunny," he extends his hand towards you, stroking your cheek one last time. "hope you're all at least giving her a break between turns."

Your skin burns hot and he giggles, twiddling his fingers in goodbye as he turns his back, expression neutral before he disappears from the room. The front door swings idly in the wake of his dash.

You let out a breath, finally able to think somewhat clearly as the blood returns to your limbs. Johnny's arm is around your waist at once and you're suddenly so used to Yuta's touch that it feels odd when he lets his hand drop, lingering for only a moment. You bury your face in Johnny's chest, relieved, as sketchy as Jongins behavior might have been.

"I need a drink." Jungwoo muses, and the statement brings you somewhat back to current reality, though you refuse to move from Johnny's arms. Your voice is muffled against him.

"Where are we?" You hadn't had the chance to think if it previously, too busy like, fearing for your life and all.

"This is our place, you're looking at bartender number three baby," Jaehyun boasts, and you're amused by the way he's so proud of it, Mark rolling his eyes. You look up at your boyfriend, incredulous.

"You guys...own a bar? Why didn't you tell me?" You're past the point of being angry, stupidly perhaps but after tonight you've realized that a lot of things stay hidden for good reason, as irked as it makes you. You're somewhat grateful that things are coming to light later than never.

"Yeah, we do. We own a few actually, they're not normal bars, of course. This ones Umbra, Yuta's." He looks a bit shameful, as if expecting you to be angry, or even sad. Deep down, maybe you should be, but in reality, you and Johnny have been so caught up in each other this past year, you understand how things have ended up this way.

"Can vampires even get drunk?" You ponder, and Taeyong shares a fleeting, humorous look with Doyoung, who smiles for the first time since you've met him. He looks like a completely different person, like that.

"Dude, yeah they can. It's kind of a vampire set back, imbedded in our DNA by whatever created us - after drinking a certain amount of blood we can get fuuuucked up." Mark explains with exaggerated hand motions, and you can feel Johnny sigh. You wish he weren't so abstinent about telling you all of this.

"It's a lot more than that." Taeyong cuts in, though your yawn has Johnny suddenly cupping your cheek, his tone gentle and soft. "Hey, there's a bed upstairs. Or, I can take you home, I understand if-" you yawn again, slumping yourself against him. Exhaustion is beginning to weigh you down.

"Shhh, I'm fine now. Wanna go upstairs." Your eyes are already closed and his large hands are quick to scoop you from the back of your knees, pulling you into his arms. You wrap yourself around his neck, breath against his throat.

"She's staying here tonight," one minute you're hearing the chatter of the rest of his brothers around you, and the next, silence is all you are able to perceive other than the low timbre of a pair of voices.

"listen I don't know if the house is secure, I wouldn't put it past Jongin to pull something. I don't want to leave her but-" Johnny sounds conflicted, the urgency in his voice perceptible even through the haze of the first stages of sleep.

"I'll watch over her. Jungwoo will be with me, Doyoung and the youngest can get everything repaired, there's enough of a mess to clean."

Your back meets plushness, so soft you're curling against it on instinct pleased to be met with a fluffy comforter, thick and warm.

"Listen I...I want to say thankyou, for what you've done. I'm only saying this because I could feel what you were feeling, and I know that it was genuine," you almost wonder if you're dreaming. You feel like you're eavesdropping on a conversation you're not supposed to hear, despite the fact that they're speaking in front of you.

"I'm not the most thrilled that the first human you've been even remotely generous towards, is the one I love or course. But I can tell she's safe, and comfortable with you. And that's what matters." There's a silence for a second.

"I can't pretend that I'm a changed creature over night, but I will say that she is somewhat pleasant to be around." You'd smile if you weren't already half asleep, faintly aware of the soft stroke to the back of your arm. Johnny.

"I could feel...her, too, you know. It's more than just seeing, she's not scared around you as I thought she would be," you wish you could the sleep that's consuming you, because this part of the weird dreamy haze has you a bit embarrassed, perplexed, even.

"Just keep her safe. Whatever she wants, that's what goes. I'm sure she has a lot of questions, and I'll be back in the morning to answer them."

This time, you're down for the count, a scene already beginning to unfold in your mind, the onset of a vibrant dream. Somewhere in the back of of your mind, your conscious tries to make sense of the picture, of what exactly it means.

Surely, your mind is playing tricks on you.

[writemekpop]

Devil Wears Gucci | Kim Jongin (Kai)

Pairing: Kim Jongin (Kai) x Reader

Summary: There’s only idol more famous than you, and that’s EXO’s Kai. When your attempt to sabotage him fails, you realise you’re not so different after all. 

Genre: Enemies to Lovers, Idol!Reader 

Word Count: 1.1k

Gif: @kaibility​

You crouched behind a bush, shivering in Gangnam's January breeze. Snow swirled from the evening sky. 

Your cameraman gave his thumbs up – NOW.

And then you saw him. Kai was strutting down the pavement, his swede jacket blowing around him. His smooth caramel chest peeked out of his shirt. He was biting his plump lip, but you didn’t have time to wonder why. 

You packed the snowball tight in your fist. “I’m sorry…”

Then you launched it forward, straight into his head. Everything went into slow motion. 

As if he was drowning, Kai flailed his arms. Snow clung to the silky toffee strands of his hair. Gucci loafers skating on the sleet, he slipped…

And landed flat on his backside. 

You flinched. Sure, he was your idol archenemy – and your biggest competition for this year’s ‘Best Dressed’ - but that looked like it hurt. 

As you slid away, your heart was heavy. 

In the Kpop industry, you did what was necessary to get to the top. But something in Kai’s shocked gaze touched you deep inside.

----

“What the hell do you mean, you can’t find any?” 

You snatched the camera from the cameraman’s hand. 

Fingers trembling, you clicked through the photos. Kai’s snow-studded hair sparkled, his flailing limbs looked like daring hip-hop poses. Even his grimace looked like a teasing come-hither. 

Kai didn’t look bad in a single photo. Your ploy – to make Kai look ugly, just once – had failed. 

“What the hell do I pay you for?” you shrieked. You spun around on your office chair, biting your lip. 

“Boss… maybe we should give it up. You’re famous, too. Vogue named you Seoul’s second most f-able 20-something!” your cameraman squeaked.  

You snorted. “Second – to KAI!” 

Plastering on a smile, you said, “Fine. We’ll just have to try again. At least you didn’t post them.” 

The cameraman cast his eyes to the floor. “Right. About that… I may have set the photos to live upload.” 

Your glossed lips popped open. “No.”

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Two weeks had passed since your dirtiest deed. 

Two weeks of ignoring the photos of Kai plastering every magazine. Two weeks of ignoring the way your chest fluttered every time you saw his mahogany eyes. 

You were striding down the red carpet to a New Year’s Eve fashion show – as VIP guest, of course. 

As you searched for your seat facing the runway, you were distracted. That’s why you didn’t notice the crowd around you… till it was too late. 

Every idol, every actor, every ‘somebody’ in Seoul was here. And all of them were dressed in… stylish brown swede, white clumps of snow decorating their hair. 

Your eyes puffed out.

Every single look was the splitting image of Kai’s snowball photos. Your dirty trick didn’t just make Kai look good. It made him an icon. 

In your bubble-gum pink ballgown, you were the only idol in there not imitating Kai! 

Just then, you felt a breath tickle your ear. “Feeling left out?” 

The voice was deep and melodious. Your heart crashed through the floor. That could only belong to one man.

“E-evening, Kai,” you choked out. 

Kai scrunched his eyes in a smile. He was practically glowing, and you hated it. 

Kai murmured, “You know, I respect you, Y/n. Everyone else is copying those god-awful photos of me, but you’re not. You’re original.” 

You huffed and turned away, but he wouldn’t give up. 

Kai continued, “It’s actually annoying how famous those photos are making me! I mean, Vogue called them the ‘photos of the decade’. I’ve done way better than that, anyway.” 

Before you could stop yourself, you shrieked, “How can you possibly look good with snow in your hair?” 

The words wouldn’t stop streaming out. “I mean, it was the PERFECT PLOY. You fell on your arse! There isn’t one idol in the world who could pull that off.” 

Suddenly, sobs grabbed your throat. You clasped your face in your hands and wept hot, bitter tears. 

The lights fell; the fashion show was starting. The seat beside you was very quiet. 

Kai murmured, “Y/n, you… threw that snowball? Why?” 

You kept your eyes down as you spoke. “Kai, you’re… perfect. Everything’s just so easy for you – how can I ever compete with that?”

You felt Kai’s fingers pulling your hands away from your face. You trembled at his warm grasp. “Y/n. You think I’m perfect? I spend every waking hour killing myself because I’ll never be as dazzling as you.” 

“Y/n, you’re all I think about.” Kai broke his iron gaze on you, shaking his head in desperation. “And you, you terrible girl, you were sabotaging me while I was mustering the courage to ask you out!” 

You didn’t know whether to laugh or cry. You didn’t have time to do either. Kai artfully fixed your eye makeup with a few dabs of his finger, then it was time to exit the show.  

“Thank you,” you whispered, grinning. 

“If you really want to make it up to me, walk with me.” Kai rose from his chair. “My lady?”

So, you strutted down the red carpet together, pinkie fingers wrapped tight. You were dazzlingly matching - the only couple in the place not dressed to the theme.

When you reached the entrance to the hall, you whispered, “I’m sorry.” 

Fireworks suddenly burst in the sky above you, painting it in a million colours. 

Kai simply whispered, “Happy New Year.” 

And he leaned down, and pressed his lips to yours. The kiss was burning hot in the chill breeze, heating you from the inside. And though you could hear camera shutters flashing, you couldn’t care less. 

Happy New Year… my love.

[bbhkjiexofics]

FORGIVENESS IS NOT A GAME - PREVIEW

Summary:

You were just trying to forget. Forget the past, forget the pain, forget everything, and start anew. Until nine boys come rushing into your life, pulling you out of your loneliness and past traumas. But out of the nine, only one made you believe in the light of love again. Before Jongin, you were adamant about living a life that shuts out the rest of the world, content within the confines of your own bubble, but now, he makes you want to forgive – not just the world, but yourself. You realize that maybe he’s what you’ve needed all along but the question is, are you what he needs or is he just playing a dangerous game?

Author: bbhkjiexofics Genre: romance, fluff, angst, slice of life, smut (later chapters), slow burn Au: Idol!Au Warnings: signs of PTSD, domestic abuse, alcohol abuse, strong language, violence, sexual content Pairing: Jongin x Reader (feat. EXO members) Word Count: 1.6k

A/N: Hi everyone! This is my first ever post on tumblr and it’s a preview of the upcoming series I’m currently writing. I’m not quite sure just how many chapters this series will be yet but let me tell you all that it’s a rollercoasterrr. I am trying to write as many chapters as I can so that I could update constantly. I’m planning to update weekly (1 round of updates will have 3 chapters). If you want to be tagged for when the next chapter will be out, kindly message me! ENJOY~

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You look at him with wide eyes, unable to suddenly form sentences and all you can hear is your heartbeat. You just stare at his face, he looks so perfect. His eyes were a deep shade of brown, almost like milk chocolate. His skin was so golden, the sun hitting it so perfectly that it makes it seem like he’s glowing. His lips looked so soft and plump, it’s like he had pillows instead of lips. He towered over you and you had to make an effort to actually look up at him just to retain eye contact. He was wearing a plain white shirt, a denim jacket with a little bear on the front pocket, black jeans, and converse. He looked absolutely dazzling and for some reason, it was like you were under a spell.

The other member, the serious one, cleared his throat and snapped you out of your gaze as you looked at him, “S-sorry, it’s fine. The others are in the living room already and lunch is ready as well.” You look down as you step away from the doorway so they could come in.

The two of them walk passed you but the guy you were completely mesmerized by looks back at you and says with a smile, “Thank you for agreeing to have us.” And you swore that that smile made you feel like you were about to melt right then and there.

Get yourself together, Y/n. Stop ogling him, you don’t know him.

You finally are able to snap yourself out of it as you bow to both of them slightly, “My pleasure.”

My pleasure!? You literally dreaded this whole idea.

He gives you a wider smile this time before he and the serious member (who didn’t even say a word to you other than clearing his throat to probably stop you from undressing his fellow member with your stare), walk towards the living room.

You turn your head towards uncle Jae and aunt Yuna and they both have smirks on their faces which you scowl at.

“Looks like someone has a crush.” Aunt Yuna wiggles her eyebrows to you and you roll your eyes, “I do not. I don’t even know his name.”

“The one with black hair is Sehun and the guy you were salivating over is Kai.” Uncle Jae whispers to you.

“I was not salivating over him!” You huff and cross your arms.

They both chuckle, “whatever you say, honey!” Uncle Jae says before he hugs you, getting ready to leave you guys to your lunch.

“Do you both really have to go? This is gonna be completely awkward. I don’t even memorize their names.” You pout and whine, hoping that this will work again the same way it always does so you can have your way.  

Aunt Yuna leans in to hug you before letting you go, “No pouting! You can do this, sweetheart. They’re just normal guys and you’re all the same age. And with the names, that’s the point of the lunch! That’s the only way you guys will get to know each other. So please, just be yourself and be welcoming.”

You roll your eyes before you turn your backs to them to close the door, “If I be myself, I might scare them away.” You grin at both of them.

“Okay, maybe be a perkier you just for today, please..” Uncle Jae begs and you sigh in defeat before you nod, closing the door as you take deep breaths before you make your way to the living room.

When you arrive at the entryway of the living room, they all look at you and you feel so small. They look at you with piercing gazes and the room falls into an awkward silence and you just wish that the ground could just swallow you whole right now.

But you force yourself to find the courage because you know deep down that you have to start this conversation. Save you and everyone else from this awkward misery.

“Uhm..” you clear your throat before continuing with your introduction, “Hi. I’m y/n. We’ve all met just awhile ago so forgive me if I don’t memorize your names yet..”

You start only to be interrupted by Sehun (who still hasn’t spoken a word to you until now), “Wait, you don’t know who we are?” his tone harsh as he raised his eyebrow at you and you cross your arms to signal that you’re in defensive mode right now.

Okay, maybe this Sehun guy doesn’t really like me. But two can play that game here.

“All I know is that your manager asked my uncle for a favor. So yes, I know you as the guys who wanted to stay in my house for some reason and I have to accommodate you. Other than that, I don’t know you guys at all.”

Okay, maybe a slight exaggeration but I wasn’t completely lying. I know they’re an idol group but I don’t know know them. At this point, they are strangers to me no matter if they were celebrities or not.

Baekhyun giggles and it somehow breaks the tension in the room as everyone looks at his direction, “What? I like her! At least we don’t have to act like we’re being watched 24/7 like how we were in the city. Isn’t that what this whole vacation is for?”

Sehun looks away from Baekhyun and back at you, “what if you’re lying and you’re actually a crazy fan that just wants us to spill all our deepest and darkest secrets?”

Suho suddenly clears his throat but before he could say anything you were face to face with Sehun, arms still across your chest to hide the fact that he may be serious and probably hates you for some unknown reason but standing so near him in a defiant stance just makes you realize how handsome he is, just like all the other 8 guys in this room.

You push that thought at the back of your head before you speak in a calm yet intimidating manner, “Like I said, I only know you as guys who want to have a little vacation and chose my house for some reason to ‘unwind’,” you gesture air quotes with a mocking tone at the mention of the last word before crossing your arms again to continue, “This is my house and you’re under my roof and if you have any doubts about me or my home, then you’re free to leave any time.” You step back slightly to scan all the guys who are now looking at you shocked and you look back at Sehun, his eyes softening a bit, “The food is getting cold and I’m hungry. You’re free to join me and have lunch here or you can leave. The door is wide open. Your choice.”

You head to the dining room walking passed the boys’ shocked expressions, not sparing them any glances. You take your seat at the head of the table before letting out a shaky breath. With your eyes closed, you let your elbows rest on the table as you lean into your hands, as if you were in a praying position, trying to calm your heart rate from the exchange that just happened.

Your eyes fly open as Kai takes a seat beside you, looking at you with a warm smile and reaches for the rice to put some on your plate.

“I’m hungry too.” He continues to put rice on your plate as all the members start taking a seat at the table silently and Sehun takes the seat at the other end of the table, directly across from you. He gives you a slight smile and a small nod of his head before he takes a piece of kimbap and shove it in his mouth.

“Well, that was some introduction, huh!” Chanyeol, who was sitting at your other side across Kai says as he clapped his hands and everyone starts laughing and surprisingly, you laugh too.

You notice Kai stare at you from your peripheral as you laugh and you could feel yourself blush before you look back at him but he looks away and you swore his cheeks were a little flushed as well.

CUTE.

[adezahnae]

My Roomie (Part 4)

A/N: HELLO! HERE IS PART 4!! I HOPE YOU LOVEEE ITTT💕💕☺️

Warnings: Light Smut, cursing, corruption, angst, spanking, etc...

Tagged People: @ahgasearmyfan @whoreforshuaaa

Your POV

I stirred awake as I shift my body on the bed. I opened my eyes to see Jongin laying right there next me, watching me. “Ah!” I screamed jumping back. He smiled and placed a hand on my cheek. “Good Morning, baby..” He mumbled. I smiled back. “Good Morning..” I replied.

I looked down to see myself without any clothes. I gasped and covered myself. “Uh! Sorry!” I said. He only laughed and pulled the blankets down. “Don’t worry.. I’ve already seen everything anyways.” He smirked. I gulped and blushed as I remembered the thoughts of last night. Last night...it was an actual dream come true...

“Hmmm Kai..” I moaned as I ride him. He bit his lip and grabbed onto my butt. “You like this? Fucking yourself onto my cock?” He asked. I nodded my head and threw it back. He chuckled and bounced me faster. “Then show me how much you love it..cum for me.” He said in a low tone. I whined as I threw my head back and scratched down his chest and neck. He groaned at feeling and smacked my butt again, laughing as I yelped. “You’re so precious..” He whispered.

I gulped as I remembered the thoughts. He was moving my hair out of the way and tucking it behind my ear. “Are you thinking about last night?” He asked. I nodded and he lightly chuckled. “Your pretty pretty moans and whines echo through my head alll the time now.” He said.

I giggled and looked away. He turned my face to look at him again and softly kissed me on my lips. As we got deeper into the kiss, I began to roam my hands to his hair and shoulders and neck. He smirked in the kiss. “Is my baby getting a little bit grabby and needy?” He teased. I blushed and looked down. The pet name ‘baby’ gave me butterflies. It made me feel like a baby who needs attention and her bottle.

“I thought we talked about eye contact baby?” He said pulling my chin up with his finger. “Sorry..” I mumbled. “Sorry what?” He smirked. “Sorry Daddy..” I said with a little giggle. He smiled and kissed my forehead. “Perfect..” He mumbled.

“I wanna take you out.” He said. “Really?” I asked. “Mhm. We’re gonna go and explore outside of the campus.” He smiled. I smiled back. “Okay! Let me go and get dressed!” I said. I grabbed my underwear and bra and put them on. “Wait, before you go out there, put this on.” He said.

He gave me his hoodie and I looked at him funny. “Why?” I asked. “Because I have friends over.” He said. “Oh! Okay well hold on.” I said. I slipped on his big hoodie and smiled. I flopped the sweater paws I had with a giggle. He came behind me and wrapped his arms around my waist and kissed down my neck with a chuckle. “You’re so cute..” He mumbled. He landed a quick smack to my butt, making me moan.

“Huh? Aren’t you a little bit naughty hm?” He teased. I blushed and covered my face. “You want me to walk out with you?” He asked. I nodded and he smiled. He opened the door for me and there sit three guys. I gulped and looked around. They all turned to us. “Who is this?” One of them asked. “Yeah..she’s hot..” another smirked. “Adorable actually.” The last one cooed. I felt uncomfortable and hid behind Jongin.

“Everyone this is Y/n. She is- Don’t crowd her. Sit down.” Jongin said. I peeked from behind him and seen them all with sulky faces. I pouted and hid behind Jongin again. He took my hand and pulled me out from behind him. “Now again. Everyone this is Y/n, my roommate.” Jongin said. “More like a fuckmate.” One said. The tall threw a pillow at the one who said it. “Shut up Sehun.” He hissed.

“Y/n, this is Sehun, Chanyeol, and Baekhyun.” Jongin introduced while pointing to them. “H-Hi..” I said in a low voice. “Aww how cute is she?” Chanyeol said. “She’s shy around other guys so leave her alone.” Jongin said. “Are you a virgin?” Baekhyun asked. I furrowed my eyebrows. I shook my head. “N-No..” I replied. “Hm..you must just had it taken away. Right?” He smirked. I had flashbacks of me and Jongin, making me giggle and blush. “Ah!! You did it didn’t you?” Baekhyun asked Jongin. “Yeah..You can say that.” Jongin said with a nervous chuckle.

“Oohhh!!! He’s never been this shy over a girl before! You must give better sex than L-“ “Baekhyun shut up. Go and get dressed okay?” Jongin said cutting Baekhyun off. I nodded and ran off to my room. I shut the door and slid down it. Why are there so many? Too many good looking faces! Too too too many for me to handle! I shook the thoughts of them and went to my closet.

Jongin’s POV

I sat on the couch and breathed out. “Was I about to fuck up?” Baekhyun asked. “Big time.” Chanyeol said nodding his head. “I think that would’ve been a time when Jongin knocked your ass out.” Sehun said. “I thought she knew about...Lia.” Baekhyun whispered the last part. “Why would I let her know about her? That doesn’t make any sense.” I said. “You’re the one who fucked her and got her pregnant.” Baekhyun shrugged his shoulders. “That isn’t my baby. It’s Chanyeol’s.” I said. “My baby?! Hell no..she’s lying.” Chanyeol said. “Damn she’s a hoe..” Sehun said shaking his head.

“Why did you start messing around with Lia anyways? You knew the girl was bad news.” Chanyeol asked. “I had to get Y/n somehow.” I said. “A simple talk would’ve been nice.” Chanyeol said. I laughed. “No..I have to get to her emotionally and mentally. Not verbally.” I said. “Why?” Baekhyun asked. “I like her...” I said. Everyone gasped. “YOU LIKE Y-“ Baekhyun was cut off by Chanyeol hitting him in the face with a pillow. “Jesus Christ Baek, shut up!” I rolled my eyes.

“AND I want her. Simple as that.” I finished. “Jongin this is a innocent girl, not some whore you can play with and leave.” Baekhyun said. “Who said I was leaving her?” I asked sitting up. Everyone was silent. “I’m just gonna let’s see...show her some new things..” I smirked. “As in corrupt her and possess over her.” Chanyeol said. “Exactly, just with love though..” I said. “Damn...” Sehun said. “What?” I asked.

“After one night and you’re pussy whipped. That’s sad.” He shook his head closing his eyes. “More like she’s dick whipped...” Baekhyun mumbled as she came back into the living room. Chanyeol smacked Baekhyun in his mouth. “Shut up.” He growled.

Y/N came back with shorts and dress shirt. I smiled. “I’ve never seen you wear shorts..” I said. “Yeah..I thought I try something new.” She smiled. “Oh! My purse!! Hold on!” She said rushing back to her room. “See? It’s already working.” I smirked. Everyone shook their head and sighed. “Okay I’m ready.” Y/n smiled. I took her hand and grabbed my jacket. “Let’s go.” I smiled.

Three Weeks Later...

Your POV

For the past three weeks, I’ve been having fun with Jongin. I slept with him for the third time. I began to come out my shell way more. I’ve been more social with his friends and other people. I started to wear skirts and shorts more. I even wore a tank top when I went out on a date with Jongin.

Classes also started a week ago. So I made my way to my locker. I began to unpack things from my bag to put them in my locker because it lunch and I felt someone standing beside me. I turned to see that it was Jamie. I smiled. “Hey Jamie!” I said. He smiled back. “Hi Y/N.” He said. I smiled. “Wow..you’re glowing..” He said. “Yeah..” I mumbled. He smirked. “Oohh someone has a boyfriend!!” He teased poking me. I laughed. “No!! Well..Maybe..” I mumbled shyly.

“Who is it?!” He asked. “Jongin..” I said. His smile dropped. “Jongin?!” He asked disgusted. “What’s wrong with Jongin?!” I asked looking at him now. “Yeah, what’s wrong with me?” I heard Jongin said as he came behind me and wrapped his hand around my waist. “I told you he’s bad news and yet you didn’t listen!” He exclaimed. “Jongin is not that bad.” I breathed. “He is! Look at him!” He exclaimed. Jongin rolled his eyes. I furrowed my eyebrows and slammed my locker.

“Listen you little asshole, Jongin is perfectly fine. You know nothing of him and yet you’re judging him. You know what?! Stay away from me! You make me sick.” I snapped. Jamie looked at me in astonishment. “Y/N-“ “I SAID GO DUMBASS!” I yelled. He looked at me and then at Jongin with angry eyes. “You did this to her..” He growled. “Come on baby..we don’t need to talk to him..” Jongin said while giving Jamie a death glare and kissing my cheek.

He pulled me away from Jamie and led me to his car. “He makes me sick..” I mumbled crossing my arms as I sat back. Jongin hummed. “Are you hungry?” He asked. “Yeah..” I said putting on my seatbelt and huffing out. Gosh why do people have to me in my business? “Baby.” He called. I turned to him. “Give me a kiss.” He said. I smiled and did so. It’s like he knows that I need this. He always know what I need.

It was later on in the night and I was finishing up homework. After I did so, I went to my closet and smirked. I pulled out his hoodie he gave me and took all of my clothes off. I put on the hoodie so that was the only thing I had on. We both have been busy because we’re starting school so we didn’t have time to have sex. I walked out of my room and went to his. I knocked on the door and waited for him. He and another came to the door.

I gasped and looked in between them. “You can go.” He said to the girl. She nodded and walked out of the door. After she was gone a turned to him. “What was that for?” I asked hurt. “You disrespected me.” He said. “What?! I defended you!!” I exclaimed. He raised an eyebrow. “So you mean that you talking to him and laughing with him is defending me and also respectful?” He asked. Oh my god.. I DIDN’T THINK OF THAT!! “I told you baby..I’m not the one to be played with.” He said.

He turned around to walk away but I stopped him with one word. “Daddy.” I said. He turned around to look at me. “I’m sorry, please don’t punish me this way!” I cried. “Show me that you’re sorry.” He said. I got on my knees and crawled to him. “Please..” I whispered. He smirked. “Follow me my baby..” He said motioning me. I followed after him into his room and he shut the door.

He helped me up on my feet. “You know what to do. Face down and ass up. You made me upset.” He said. I nodded eagerly and did so. The hoodie rode up my butt, revealing my wet heat. He approached behind me and rubbed his hand over my butt. “Already so wet huh?” He asked. I nodded and pushed my butt back into his hand. He spanked me making me moan. “Be patient, Daddy doesn’t like impatient girls. Especially when he’s mad..” He whispered in my ear. I bit my lip. “Sorry Daddy..” I mumbled. He smirked and let out a dark chuckle. “Good girl..” He mumbled.

[worldwidemochiguy]

Coming Back Home (Yandere! Taehyung)

➵ Two years after you left Taehyung, you call him from an empty hotel room feeling lonely. 

➵ Warnings: Yandere Taehyung, Idealisation of Yandere Behaviour, reader is messed up lmao, Stockholm Syndrome big time, basically what happens if someone leaves their captor and then does not recover from SS

➵ Word Count: 1.4K

➵ Masterlist 

➵ a/n: this is dedicated to @kpopyandere​ who left a rly nice reply under a post where i was whining abt not being able to write this fic lol. you motivated me to keep going and make this! <3  it’s not perfect but like also it’s not awful (i hope)

also tysm for 1.5k!!! 💜💜💜💜

You bit your lip, thumb hovering over the number you knew you should’ve deleted so long ago.

Two years. It had been two years since you last saw Taehyung. Would he even remember you? Would he even care? Probably not, you thought. So what’s the harm so calling him, just to see how he’s been doing?

Except you knew it wouldn’t be just a call. You knew that Taehyung’s obsessive tendencies were not the kind of thing to mellow out over the years. You knew you had gotten a lucky break, and if you hadn’t run away all those years ago then maybe you would still be with him. Trapped.

But at least you felt safe then. At least you felt needed. Unlike now, sitting in a hotel room with a half-empty suitcase and a heart filled with broken promises. 

It’s remarkable how much can be reversed with the simple press of a button. 

The ringtone sounded morbid in the room, accompanied only by the distant noises of traffic on the streets below. It felt strange, you had never had to wait on a call with Taehyung before. He used to answer you straight away.

“Hello. Who is this?”

His sharp voice — much harsher than you remembered, but maybe that was just your memory softening over the painful edges — drew all the breath out of you in a quick exhale. You suddenly forgot how to speak. 

“Who is this?” He repeated. Of course, he didn’t recognise your number. You had bought a new phone. You had bought a new everything, not wanting any trace of him once you’d escaped. And yet, still, you transferred his number to your contacts list, a shameful action you knew you would regret even as you typed in the digits. 

You had been silent on the line for almost a minute now, waiting with bated breath for the moment he would lose patience and hang up. You predicted it would happen any second now, Taehyung was never the most patient man.

Except when he was with you.

But he still hadn’t hung up, and you listened to the sound of his silence intently, imagining Taehyung standing somewhere in his office, holding a phone up to his face and waiting, wearing that furrowed expression he always had when he was frustrated.

But he didn’t sound frustrated, not when you heard a hopeful inhale, and then a tentative whisper.

“…Princess?”

That endearment— you hadn’t heard it in so long, and you didn’t realise how much you missed it — it broke the distance you had gone to such lengths to ensure. 

“Taehyung,” You sobbed, finally finding your voice and using it to wail his name, a name you hadn’t allowed yourself to even think of for six months after you had left him. You heard a flurry of clicks, probably Taehyung tracking your location through the call, and for once you just didn’t care, you wanted him to come to you soon. 

“I’m here, Princess.” Taehyung panted, and it sounded like he had started running, “I’m right here, don’t worry.”

“I-” Now you had started crying, you couldn’t seem to stop, fat tears sliding down your cheeks as you, for the first time in two years, knew without a doubt that someone was coming to rescue you. He was running, that’s how desperate he was to reach you. 

“I’m in Seoul.” You choked out, “I’m on the same street as our old apartment. In a hotel.” 

“Good girl,” You imagined Taehyung’s long fingers carding through your hair like they used to whenever you were distressed, and felt a little bit better. “I’m coming right from the office, baby. I’ll be there so soon, and then we can both go home. God, I’ve been waiting for you to come back for so long.”

His voice cracked slightly at the end of his statement. Your heart felt like it cracked in a similar way. 

“I’m sorry,” You gasped, the sincerity of it pressing out of your skin. It felt like you had forgotten how to breathe. Your lungs were still working, expanding and contracting mechanically, but there was no air left in the room. It had disappeared two years ago, along with Taehyung and your apartment and everything you had known for so long. 

And even Jongin, who had taken you away from it all, and in return, promised to give you safety, was gone. 

You’re too clingy, he said when you had panicked over him leaving you alone for too long, you’re too dependant, he said when you didn’t want to go outside, I don’t love you, he said, two years after he had drawn you away from Taehyung. 

In the end, all Jongin led you to was an empty hotel room, with a broken heart, and an outgoing phone call to the very person he vowed to protect you from. 

“Come quickly,” You whimpered to Taehyung, and you heard crackling noises out of the receiver that vaguely registered as the soft hushes Taehyung would always comfort you with. 

“I’m coming, I’ll be there so soon, Princess, I promise. I’m so proud of you, this must have taken a lot of bravery and I’m glad you finally decided to listen to what your heart already knew.”

“I’m sorry,” You said again, because you barely knew how to say anything else. “I’ll never leave again, I’m so sorry, just, please, come and get me soon.” 

“I’m at the hotel, Princess.” Taehyung told you, and then you heard other voices and a muffled shouting. 

Taehyung didn’t say anything else. You sat on the bed clutching the phone to your ear, waiting for his voice, an update, anything… 

What if he decided you weren’t worth it? 

“Princess, it’s me.” 

Taehyung’s voice waited on the other side of the door. You froze. Hearing it in person was different to hearing it over the phone. Hearing it in person was… it brought back so many memories. Lying on his lap while he fed you chocolates. Crying onto his shoulder. Pain. Quiet reprimands and hushed apologies. Pain. Pain. Pain. 

Fear. 

But never loneliness. 

And you were so achingly, helplessly alone without him.

“Stand back, Princess. I’m going to break the door down.” Taehyung warned. You watched as the lock buckled underneath the force of his kick. And you saw him for the first time in two years, frantic and determined. 

His eyes found you before the door even had time to bounce back against the splintered frame. 

“Princess,” His voice was hoarse, the word sounding like a prayer on his lips. That was all it took for you to shoot up and fling yourself across the room, trusting that he would catch you. He would always catch you in the end.

He cradled you in his arms like something precious, raining kisses down on everything he could reach, your head, your cheeks, your lips, your neck, your lips, your lips, your lips. Kissing Taehyung felt like falling into a daydream — one which had already been experienced, but still carried the same sweet, addictive taste. 

“Princess,” he murmured, leaning away from the kiss slightly to do so and you let loose a displeased whine, chasing back to fit his lips against yours once more. He smiled, breaking the kiss and resting your foreheads together, sharing breathless pants in the space between your matching grins. 

“I…” He trailed off, eyes shining with the weight of all the constellations in the sky. 

“What?” You whispered. 

He smiled, slow and sweet. “You have made me speechless.” He eventually said. “I’m just… so happy.” 

Taehyung always had the habit of saying things you didn’t know how to respond to. You couldn’t help but gaze at him, taking in all the slight changes two years had caused. 

He had a new scar above his eyebrow. He was paler. He had lost some weight. It had carved itself out of his cheeks, leaving behind a more hollow replication of the bread cheeks you used to kiss every morning. Jongin had never cared that much about cheek kisses. He didn’t value small shows of affection the way Taehyung did. The way you did. 

You leaned in and kissed Taehyung on the forehead, right above the unfamiliar scar. When you pulled back, you realised that the way Taehyung looked at you was one of the things that had not changed at all. 

For the first time in two years, you knew that you weren’t alone. Not anymore. And you never would be again. 

“Let’s go home.” 

[hyuniebaby]

Dangerous Woman

Pairings: Jongin x Y/N x Baekhyun

Genre: SMUT

Warnings: daddy kink, oral, threesome, spanking, voyeurism

AU: mafia!au

Song reference: Dangerous Woman by SuperM

tw: slight mention of harassment. please read at your own risk.

A/N: I can’t believe I wrote this. I’m ascending JBFUHGFUEE. I hope you enjoy reading this filth 🥵

Black boots, short black leather skirt, a choker, and a fitted crop top with a low neckline showcasing your cleavage, that was your ensemble this Friday night. You had your reddest lipstick on and a winged eyeliner. The clothes you wore accentuate your curves and showed a lot of skin. It was perfect for seduction. You feel so sexy.

As you entered the club, you could feel a lot of eyes on you. You see men glancing at you up and down, basically feasting their eyes with your looks. You smirk. You loved this feeling. You felt like you had so much power, like you had these men wrapped around your finger. But there was only one man who you wanted. And you were walking straight to him.

He was wearing a satin shirt, almost unbuttoned except for one. He had chains on his neck and gold rings on his fingers. You can clearly see his toned body from what he was wearing. You lick your lips at the sight of him. He looked delicious.

The club was a dangerous place. Too dangerous for a woman to come alone, especially when you were surrounded by men with predatory eyes that could pounce on you at any second. You don’t let them deter you though. Besides, you loved danger. You loved how thrilling these situations are.

The walk took longer than expected, since men who were new to the place kept trying to get your attention. You had been stopped a couple of times by them asking for your name. You gave them a dazzling smile as you said, “Trouble.”

You didn’t have to look at your boyfriend to know that he was glaring at you. You enjoyed making him mad for attracting attention from other men.

Men can easily be deceived by a simple smile. It was amusing for you to watch them underestimate you and think that you were approachable, attainable. But you were cold, ruthless, and wild. The only person who could tame you was the man staring daggers at your direction.

You pass by a few more tables when a male gropes your ass. You stop in your tracks, turning around and giving the male an icy look. Before he could react, you grabbed the bottle of beer he had on his table and smacked it to his head with so much force. It was such a normal occurrence for you in this club that the waiters didn’t even bat an eye when you did it.

“Bitch!” The male growls but before he can attack you, guns were pointed at him by your boyfriend’s subordinates. He holds his hands up in surrender, shocked. You smirk. No one messes with you. No one messes with Kim Jongin’s girl.

Jongin had always told you to leave when trouble ensues, but here you were. Instead of leaving the man be, you walk towards him. “Stop harassing women, you piece of shit.” You scowl. You lean in and whisper to his ear, “If you don’t, then watch your back. I won’t stop until I have your head.” The man visibly shivers at your threat. With a flick of your wrist, the assailant was escorted out of the club.

When the commotion was over, you continued to walk towards your man. If he was mad when a few men were flirting with you, he was livid now upon watching you get assaulted. Again. You could feel his anger radiating off of him even when you were still a couple of steps away from him. Some of his subordinates were eyeing him warily. They knew not to come close to him when he was in this mood. Jongin could easily kill anyone without remorse when he was this angry. He was dangerous. But you were a daredevil.

You stop in front of him. “Hi, Jongi-”

“Kai. It’s Kai.” He cuts you off.

Right, it was Jongin when he’s alone with you and Kai when he’s in front of his subordinates.

Before you could even correct yourself, he snaps at you, “What do you think you’re doing here?”

You frown. You weren’t really expecting this hostile welcome. “Well, I wanted to see y--”

He doesn’t let you finish your sentence, again. “I clearly told you not to come here.” He says coldly. “It’s too dangerous for you.”

You roll your eyes at him. “I don’t need protecting.” You snap. You were already irritated with the harassment, you don’t need Kai telling you what else to do and how to act. You see his eye twitch at your sudden outburst, but you didn’t care.

“You should’ve just gone to that illegal street racing event you love. There’s way less trouble there than here.”

You cross your arms which somehow emphasizes your breasts more. You watch as he shifts his eyes to your chest. “Min won’t let me drive! What fun would that be?”

“Of course he won’t, you don’t know how to race.” He says simply.

“Oh but I do know!” You grin. “Someone taught me.” You say in a singsong voice.

His head snaps to his right-hand man, Baekhyun, who is the only racer in their group. Baekhyun coughs loudly, Kai was glaring at the man. It was scary. Baekhyun doesn’t know how you don’t even cower when Kai looks at you like this.

Kai charges towards Baekhyun and grabs his collar, “You taught her?! You know how dangerous it is!”

“Listen, man. I tried to refuse. I told her you’d kill me if you found out. But of course she doesn’t care about that.” He gives you a pointed look to which you respond with a roll in your eyes. “But then she says she’d go to Mark for help instead, and I knew you’d actually kill me if she went there.”

Mark was from the rival gang. He was no match for Baekhyun but you were desperate to learn. And desperate times calls for desperate measures, right?

Kai releases his grip on Baekhyun and grabs you by your arm. He motions for Baekhyun to come with. You, on the other hand, protest, clearly not wanting to go home just yet. Sure, you wanted to get Jongin’s attention, but you also wanted a drink, maybe a smoke too but Jongin wasn’t going to let you.

He drags you to his car, Baekhyun following behind. He drives you back to his place in silence. He was brooding. The atmosphere in the car was tense. The fact that Baekhyun was there didn’t calm your nerves.

When you reach his apartment, he orders, “Go to our room.”

You roll your eyes again but comply nevertheless. You can hear muffled voices over the door but you can’t really understand what Jongin was telling Baekhyun. For a moment you feel like he’s going to make the him guard you so you don’t do anything stupid. The thought pisses you off. You were looking for some thrill in your life and there was absolutely no thrill in being stuck at home while he lived a dangerous life that you wanted for yourself.

After realizing it was fruitless to try and listen in to their conversation, you decide to change into your nightgown.

The door to your shared bedroom with Jongin opens suddenly, just as you were removing your crop top. Jongin enters with Baekhyun trailing behind. Jongin eyes darken. You were wearing the lacy bra he liked on you. Baekhyun shamelessly looks over your body.

Within three strides, Jongin reaches you and roughly kisses you. He grabs your boobs. You arch your back and moan loudly as he did so. His lips trail to your neck and you tilt your head to give him access. You open your eyes and find Baekhyun still in the room, watching you submit to your boyfriend. He bites his lips and trails his hands towards his boner. The sight turned you on.

Jongin leaves a mark on your sweet spot and detaches himself away from you. With his voice dropping an octave he says, “Remember who you belong to.”

You weren’t sure what he meant by that but then he nods his head at Baekhyun.

Baekhyun walks over to you, eyes filled with lust. He grabs you by your waist and presses himself to you. You can feel his hard-on. You gulp.

He kisses you next. It starts slowly at first but gets more urgent within minutes. He slips his hands under your skirt and grabs your ass. You whimper at the sudden action. He growls at the cute little sounds you make. He then dips his hand into your panties, feeling the wet patch on it. He smirks, “Someone’s a little eager.”

He moves your panties aside and rubs your wet cunt. He then looks over at Kai and says, “Can I eat her out?”

You momentarily forgot Kai was still in the room, watching the two of you. You notice his bulge on his tight pants. He nods wordlessly in response to Baekhyun’s question.

“Remove your panties and get on the bed, baby. Keep your skirt on.” Baekhyun orders.

You were quick to oblige. You were so horny, you didn’t want to waste any second. You spread your legs as you wait for Baekhyun’s next move. He takes a few seconds to admire your body while he touches his cock through his pants. You can see how big he is. It makes you even wetter.

He takes quick steps towards you and lifts your legs over his shoulders. He tentatively licks your core and you can help but whimper. He pushes a finger in and watches your face contort with pleasure. He removes his finger and sucks on it while maintaining eye contact. He hums in approval. He dives back into your cunt and starts eating you out. Your hands immediately fly to his hair. He licks and sucks and pushes his tongue in and out of you and you moan uncontrollably loud. At your peripheral, you can see Kai unbuckling his belt and unzipping his pants. He releases his cock out of the offensive garment. You turn your head to him and beg, “Let me please suck you off.”

Kai smirks, “Oh you’re begging now? What happened to the bad girl a while ago?”

“I’m sorry for being naughty.” You suddenly know what to say to let him do what you want. “Daddy,” you purr. His eyes darken at that. Even Baekhyun pauses mid-lick as he hears you say Daddy so sexily.

Kai walks over to the side of the bed while pumping his shaft. When you are face to face with his cock, you lick its sides before fully taking him in your mouth. You hollow your cheeks and start sucking him off. Baekhyun takes this time to insert two fingers in your cunt without stopping his ministrations. You moan again, the vibrations you released made Kai shiver. Kai then grabs your hair and starts thrusting into your mouth. You choke on his cock multiple times but he doesn’t stop. You can feel tears threatening to fall in your eyes from his rough treatment, but you didn’t care. It made you even hornier.

You feel a familiar knot tightening when Baekhyun inserts one more finger into you. He feels your cunt tightening on his fingers and starts rubbing your clit. Without warning, you cum. Baekhyun licks the juices coming out of you. “Fuck, man. She tastes so good.”

Baekhyun starts stripping while Kai continues to assault your mouth. Without warning, he pushes himself into you. He doesn’t give you time to adjust. He slams into you.

Kai removes his cock out of your mouth when he was near, not wanting to cum just yet. He composes himself while watching Baekhyun roughly fuck you. You claw into his back, you couldn’t help yourself. You moan Baekhyun’s name so loudly which prompts him to go faster. When Kai notices you were making the face you made when you were about to come, he tells Baekhyun to stop. Baekhyun understands and removes himself out of you. You groan in frustration. You were so close!

“On all fours, kitten.” Kai orders.

You do as he says, afraid that he might not let you cum at all if you disobeyed him.

Kai spanks you on your bum. “You’ve been such a bad girl today, kitten. Don’t you think you need to be punished?”

“Y-yes, Daddy.”

“Count for me.”

He spanks you for fifteen times until he stops. You weren’t able to gather your bearings yet when he sheaths his cock into you. If Baekhyun was rough, Kai was brutal. Not to mention he was bigger and reached parts of you that Baekhyun didn’t. You feel yourself getting lost into this new sensation.

Baekhyun takes this time to shove his shaft into your mouth. You gladly accept. Both men were thrusting into you so quickly, desperate for their release. Baekhyun was the first to cum. He releases his load into your face. “Fuck.” He sighs. Both you and Kai released at the same time, moaning each other’s name as you came to a high.

You were tired from the activity that you collapsed into the bed as soon as you were finished. You couldn’t even find energy to wipe off Baekhyun’s cum on your face.

Kai abruptly stands to get a wet towel to clean you up. You smile at the sweet gesture. You doze off as soon as he finishes cleaning you up.

Baekhyun waits for Kai outside the room, dressed up already. When Kai exits the room half dressed, Baekhyun says, “That was fun. Let’s do that again.” He grins.

“No way. She’s mine. Find your own girl.” Kai glares.

“What’s up with you?” Baekhyun asks.

“What do you mean?”

“I can see you’re in love.” Baekhyun smirks.

“Me?”

“Yes, you dude.” He gives the younger male a knowing look before he turns around to walk out of Kai’s apartment.

Maybe I am, Kai thinks to himself.

[baejl]

selfish pt. 2

exo 10th member au

what somi did after figuring out about jenkai

[click here to check the first part out.] 

masterlist 🌻 requests are open feedback is always important to me!

Somi rang the doorbell once again, bouncing her feet up and down. When she was about to ring it again, Jongdae's girlfriend opened the door wearing nothing but his shirt.

Somi quickly hissed and covered her eyes.

"Somi?!" the older girl exclaimed and tried to hide her tights with the shirt. "Oh my God! I'm so sor-"

"Is Jongdae home? Of course he is... Whatever, can I come in?" Somi asked with her hands still on her eyes.

"Sure!" the girl paved the way so Somi could get in. "I thought you had the key?"

"I'm glad I knocked." Somi said taking her slippers off.

The older girl giggled.

"I'm calling Jongdae. You know where everything is. Actually," the girl said before entering her shared room with Somi's member. "we cleaned your room yesterday."

Somi smiled at her and hummed a 'thanks' before turning on the TV and searching for something to entertain her, while Jongdae didn't show up.

"Somi~ssi?" she heard Jongdae's voice coming from the hallway. "What happened?" he sat next to her on the couch.

"Stop pretending Minseok didn't call you." she snapped as soon as she saw him. 

"Whoa!" he exclaimed and held his hands up. "Calm down tiger."

“Sorry.” Somi pouted. 

"I did what Jongin told me to do, and trust me, I was the last one to know too." Jongdae told her. 

"I just don't understand." she whined and her chin started to quiver. "Why did you guys hide it from me like if I was going to kill them? I’m not a murderer."

Jongdae laughed and hugged Somi while she cleaned some tears with her sleeve. 

"We were just worried because it was just after you and Taemin breakup." he said caressing her hair while she sobbed against his shirt. "We didn't mean to hurt you." 

"Jongin is such a jerk." Somi mumbled. "He told me that just because the company didn't let me date means you're not allowed to date too, like if I was the wrong one. You remember the day he made his promise, right? You were there too." 

"Somi," Jongdae called her and made her look at him. "he didn't mean to make you sad. I promise you. But he knew you'd react like this even if he was the one telling you." 

"No, I wouldn't?" she protested.

"Yes, you would." he corrected her.

"But like, seriously oppa..." he fixed her posture on the couch. "Does she make him happy?"

Jongdae winced.

"Who?"

She rolled her eyes at him.

"Does Jennie make Jongin happy?" she reformulated the question.

"Honestly, yes." Jongdae nodded. "From what he told me about their trip, he has never been that happy after Krystal."

Somi sighed and supporter her head on the couch arm.

"I don't know what to do." she confessed. "I know this isn't a big thing but I thought he was a man of his words."

"Ya, don't say this." he scolded her. "Jongin would never do something to hurt you, you know this."

"Yet he lied to me."

"Somi, if you're really this hurt, you should meet Jennie and take your own conclusions." he suggested.

"Thank you, I’ll pass." she winked at him. "Your opinion is enough and if you say she makes him happy." she shrugged. "What else can I do, right?"

"That's my girl."

Jongdae beamed at her and gently pressed her knee, getting up from the couch and stretching.

"Feel free to stay over." he said going to the kitchen.

Somi was about to answer but she reminded the way his girlfriend welcomed her and she quickly refused.

"No, I'm fine. I forgot my..." Somi looked around trying to found a justification. "my charger. Yes, I forgot my charger at the dorm."

Jongdae laughed out loud and looked at her.

"Are you serious?" he asked her.

"More than serious!"

"We’re ordering pizza." he taunted the girl - who quickly turned around with a childish smile and clapped her hands together making the boy laugh out loud.

"Did you just say pizza?"

[koko-bopp]

I Just Need You

byun baekhyun x male!reader

word count - 1.5K

genre - Fluff, a tiny bit of angst if you squint

contains - n/a  

synopsis - You’re finally able to take Baekhyun out on a date; the whole evening is booked for the both of you to enjoy, and nothing can distrub the time you two have... or maybe there’s just a few things that aren’t going the way you hoped.

“Babyyy,” There was a loud whine from Baekhyun, he was at the door, placing one hand on the wall as he leaned down to pull the end of his shoe over the heel, finding it more convenient to force it in rather than bothering to untie the laces and put it on manually. 

He called for you, and you heard it, part of you was just too focused on your hair for that moment, then hearing him call you again prompted you to turn around and away from the mirror, “Literally, just a quater of a second! I’m almost done!”

“We’re gonna be late!” Baekhyun laughed.

“I made a reservation, we’ll be fine!” You come out of the bathroom, heading down the stairs that faced the doorway, you saw your boyfriend fix his posture, you grinned at the light of your life as you threw your coat over your shoulders, walking up to Baekhyun to give him a peck on his lips.

“You care too much about the way you look, [Y/N],” Baekhyun chuckles and rolls his eyes. He smiles at you, handing you your dress-shoes.

You smile back at him, taking them and placing them on the floor to wear the leather shoes properly, “All for you, baby—” you paude for a second, leaning forward to kiss Baekhyun on his cheek, then leaning back, squinting slightly at your boyfriend, “You wearing some kind of fragrance?”

“Yep,” Baekhyun laughs.

“It’s fruity,” You state, an impressed grin dancing on your lips as you reach your hand out to grab the handle to the door, opening it so you two could finally leave, “I really like it. Peaches?”

“Plum, actually,” Baekhyun exits out with you, lacing his hand with yours as he followed you, walking down the white, paved stairs then heading past the letterbox towards the car. 

It had been a while since you two were able to go out together, you’re both just increasingly busy, it was easier at the beginning of the year when your jobs were a bit more easier to navigate; you and Baekhyun would go out at least once a week; at minimum; and now it was an effort just to spend a few hours outside of midnight together. 

You were thankful you got to spend this quality-time with your boyfriend, and the feeling was mutual on Baekhyun’s side.

-`. ° • ♢

“Reservation for [L/N],” You smile polietly at the host of the resturant, standing at the podium with a table device attactched to it. 

You’d picked this resturant in particular; it was expensive, it was attractive, and you buddies over in JYP told you that it was a pretty good place if you have enough money to want to impress someone; but to be completely fair, you could take Baekhyun to a museum focusing on the history of Boba tea and he’d appreaciate it with open arms, but this was different, you just wanted a simple but impressive night for the two of you. 

The waiter looked up you nervously, looks like he knew who you and Baekhyun were. “I’m so sorry, sir. There’s no reservation listed here...” 

“Excuse me?” You spelled out your last time, sternly and irritated, Baekhyun was behind you, holding your hand as you stared down the waiter; the expression was only visible by accident, but this was definetly not what you needed right now. 

The host gulps, “Sir, I’m really sorry, we had a new internet provider installed and it may have done some glitch with our systems, but even then, I would definetly give you a table but the resturant is full..” 

You clenched your jaw, but you didn’t speak, just thinking for a moment, “I called to make the reservation two days ago,” You said, but you stopped trying to argue when Baekhyun tugged at your hand, he shook his head softly then notioned his head to the door. 

You sighed, stopping the host from continuously apologising.

This sucked, it really did. But clearly, there wasn't much you could do. Baekhyun thanked the young man, then proceeded to take you out of the restaurant.

The temperature change from the warm establishment to the cold night air was prominent, Baekhyun turned to you, holding the sides of your face as he spoke, "Hey, you did the best you could. It's okay."

"Baek..." You sighed, placing a hand over his, "I wanted this to be special."

"The night's still young, Jongin said something about a festival happening a drive or two away," Baekyun smiled at you, gently stroking your cheek and allowing you to collect your thoughts.

"Thanks," you sigh, smiling back at your boyfriend, maybe a change of plans isn't too bad of an idea.

-`. ° • ♢

"A what?"

"The theme park had to be shut down because there was some kind of police matter happening in there," the woman next to you said, holding a cigarette to her lips, "It'll probably be in local news tomorrow, white-collar drug busts or something."

You and Baekhyun looked in the general direction of the woman, and the few hundred other people looking towards the chaos happening. The media wasn’t too far from everyone, news vans, giant microphones; police sirens, the sound of stero coming from the radios and the chattering going on amongst the ocean of people. 

You nodded at the woman, Baekhyun was about to tell you that it would be a decent idea to leave; being noticed in more casual places is more common than you may think; people in expensive resturants tend to mind their own business because they’re too busy focusing on themselves, but he heard his name just before he could say anything.

“Oh my god, is that Baekhyun and [Y/N]?”

Speaking of the devil... and you heard it too. 

“Oh my god, it’s them”

It wasn’t a bad thing to be spotted by fans, it happens, and you’re alright with it; at the shopping malls are the more of the better ones since they really come and go, ask for a picture than respect the rest of your time, but heaven forbid that the news folks— 

Before you could properly notice, Baekhyun began pulling you away from the crowd, and that was when you’d noticed the camera man going towards you with the anchor following not far behind him. 

You two were basically swerving around people, doing all that you could to avoid having a camera on you; that digital thing is in both of your faces all the damn time, it takes work and effort to get away from it, it wouldn’t kill people just to respect the fact that there’s a life waiting outside the camera and stage.

You got into the drivers seat of the car, and pressed on the peddle as soon as your boyfriend had put on his seatbelt, then proceeded to exit the carnival grounds and avoid any confrontation.

“Baby, I’m so sorry, if I’d known—” Baekhyun began, but you interrupted him by placing your hand in his, joining them together like puzzle pieces, then brining it up to place a kiss on his knuckle as your eyes were kept firmly on the road.

“Baek, you couldnt’ve known, it’s okay,” You say softly.

He nodded, thankful for your compassion, then letting out a sigh, “Where too now?”

You thought for a moment, you hadn’t thought of that. Dinner was ruined because of a technicial difficulty, you couldn’t enjoy cotton candy at a festival because someone decided to break the law, what was left. 

Then it clicked. You looked over at Baek, who was patiently waiting for you to respond to him, then you smiled, your eyes not back on the scenary ahead of you, “Home. We could enjoy a Disney movie, I’ll hold you when you cry at the part the dogs go missing—”

Baekhyun laughed, hitting your shoulder at the comment, which you couldn’t help but laugh along to.

“We’ll buy spring rolls from Mama Wong’s, maybe a pizza if you’re up for it,” You suggest, explaining the scenario like you’re a bartender in Las Vagas, “Sounds good?”

Baekhyun nodded, though his expression dropped a little, “But, you really wanted to go out, I’m sure there’s something else we could do..”

You turn to him once more when you’ve stopped at a red light, looking at your boyfriend in pure admiration and fondess, how the traffic lights hit the angles of his face, making it a lovely scenary.

A smile danced on your lips, then you lean forward to place them on Baekhyn’s. He bought his fingers up to let them carefully touch your cheek, the featherness of them giving you goosebumps on your skin, making you breathe a little bit heavier as you moulded your lips onto his that little bit more.

“I just need you,” you say, pulling away from Baekhyun, watching his eyes flutter open, a happy grin on his expression. A reminder for him of how much you love him, because even if you don’t say it outloud; you’d do anything for him.

[mint-yooxgi]

Folie À Deux - Yandere!Prince!Jongin X Reader X Yandere!Prince!Kai

Twin!AU & Yandere!AU - Merry Christmas @ninibears-erigom​, hope you enjoy~

Folie À Deux - Madness of Two

Genre: Mature, Horror, Angst, Smut (threesome, some spanking, naughty times)

Pairing: Jongin X Reader X Kai

Words: 9,056

Warnings: This is a Yandere story, it will contain themes such as stalking, violence, obsession, possessive natures, and just general overall creepiness and swearing. You have been warned.

A/n: On the eight day of ficmas, Jackie gave to me~ haha, sorry the gift is late boo, but here it is! Also, I've never written a threesome before, so bear with me and I apologize if it’s awkward lol. As always, I do not believe Jongin would act like this, this is just my interpretation of the archetype. Feedback is greatly appreciated. Enjoy!

“You know what to do when we get there, right?” The worried voice of Jasmine reaches your ears.

“Yes, my lady,” you reply with a kind smile, seemingly easing her worries as she lets out a sigh of relief.

“Good,” she nods briefly. “I’ve heard that the prince’s are very particular with who they allow to visit their palace, so I want you on your best behaviour. After all, if I’m to marry one of them, you’ll have to make a good impression in order to stay as my personal servant.”

“Yes, my lady,” you repeat, voice slightly strained this time in irritation, which goes unnoticed by her.

Currently, the two of you are sitting within her personal carriage on the way to the Kim’s palace estate. Jasmine, the princess of the neighbouring kingdom of which you serve, has been cordially invited to stay for a week in order to see if she is a suitable wife for one of the two twin princes, Kai or Jongin. You just can’t wait for this week to be over.

You are her personal servant, but also her personal guard. You’re one of the most skilled swordsman of your kingdom, assigned at a young age to tend to every one of the princess’ needs. She’s one of the the closest friends you’ve ever had in this line of work, other than your fellow swordsmen whom you’ve trained alongside, but you have a feeling you won’t be seeing them for quite some time.

As the carriage draws closer to the front gates, Jasmine begins to become more antsy.

“How do I look? Is my hair nice? I want to make sure we make a good first impression, should I wave with my left or my right hand first?” She begins to ramble, only making you sigh.

“Relax, you’ve got this. If neither of them like you then they’re crazy,” you reassure her, watching her eyes widen sightly at your words. “Besides, we can always leave early if they turn out to be rude. I’ll even step on one of their feet. On purpose.”

At this, Jasmine gasps, “you wouldn’t!”

“Oh, but I would,” you wiggle your eyebrows at her as the steps of the palace come into view. “Now, straighten your back, head tall, and don’t forget to smile.”

Your little coaching session is met by an enthusiastic Jasmine following your every word. She plasters on a brilliant smile just as the carriage stops in front of the palace stairs, the door being opened by one of the palace guards who has announced your arrival.

Jasmine is the first to step out of the carriage, using the helping hand the palace guard lends her to stand tall on the ground. You can see her looking around, slight disappointment in her eyes as the palace guard informs the two of you that the princes are waiting inside.

“So much for a prompt meeting,” you mutter, but Jasmine still manages to hear, causing her to nudge you in the ribs.

“Be grateful I was even invited here,” she whispers as you ascend the front steps. “Don’t let them overhear you.”

You just huff in response, shaking your head slightly as you reach the grand front doors. You half expect the doors to make a sound when they’re pushed open, but surprisingly, they don’t. Instead, they swing open silently, revealing the grand foyer behind them with two elegant staircases on either side of the room leading to the second floor.

“If you’ll follow me, the princes are waiting in the ballroom,” the guard escorting the two of you says, to which you simply nod in response.

The only sound which can currently be heard is the clicking of Jasmine’s heels on the polished floor of the estate. The closer you get to the closed doors of the ballroom, the more you can overhear a faint conversation being held. Your brow furrows slightly once you hear the voices cut off just as the guard reaches for the handle of the door.

As soon as the door opens, in walks Jasmine with you following close behind. Your eyes scan the entire area, making sure it’s secure before landing on the two males standing at the head of the room. You’re taken aback slightly for they already seem to have their gazes fixed on you.

You meet each of their eyes, taking a moment to scan their figures and take in their appearances as well. The one to your left stands tall with his head held high, hands resting behind his back. He wears a welcoming smile on his lips, of which extends to his warm brown eyes. His golden brown locks are parted in the centre, gently styled to perfection. 

The one on your right stands with a slight smug air surrounding him, smirk on his lips. His hair stands a vibrant blue on the top of his head, falling just above his eyes. He currently has his arms crossed in front of his chest, eyes still glued to your figure.

“Good afternoon, Princess Jasmine, it’s an honour to meet you,” the honeyed voice of the one on the left begins to say while bowing his head in greeting.

“The pleasure is all mine,” she bows politely back.

“Princess Jasmine, I’d like to formally introduce you to Prince Jongin,” the one on the left smiles politely, “and Prince Kai,” the one on the right tilts his head in acknowledgement, “the two crown princes of this kingdom.” The guard introduces the two of them to you, standing at attention shortly afterwards.

“And who might this be?” Kai grins, gaze never leaving your figure for a moment as he motions towards you with his chin.

“Oh, excuse me, where are my manners,” Jasmine chuckles slightly. “This is my personal servant and guard, (Y/n).”

“It’s a pleasure to make your acquaintance,” you say, bowing politely out of respect.

“The pleasure is all ours,” Kai’s grin only serves to widen as his eyes twinkle with hidden amusement.

“What he means to say,” Jongin interjects, clearing his throat slightly, “is that we’re grateful the both of you could come. We’ll be having a small dinner in about an hour and would love for the two of you to join us. Just a simple gathering to further welcome you to the palace with a few of the higher ups.”

“That sounds lovely,” Jasmine replies, clasping her hands in front of herself gently.

“Wonderful, we’ll see you in the dining hall soon, then,” Jongin nods, and without another word, grabs his brother somewhat harshly by the arm and drags him out of the room.

Your eyes narrow ever so subtly at their odd behaviour, but Jasmine’s voice manages to pull you out of your own head before you can think too much about it.

“Aren’t they just so handsome?” She swoons, clasping her hands in front of her chest as she leans to the side with a twinkle in her eyes.

You simply hum in response, your own eyes twinkling in amusement as you watch her gush over the two princes’ good looks. You’ll probably never admit it to her, but even your heart fluttered at the sight of them. If perfection ever were to be personified, it would be the Kim twins, with their sculpted features, almost as if they’re hand crafted by the universe itself.

“Let’s go get ready for dinner then,” she says, the guard nodding as he begins to lead you both to your private quarters you’ll be staying in while at the palace.”Though I’m surprised they invited you to the dinner with the officials.”

At this, your quirk a brow at her, “what is that supposed to mean?”

“Nothing, nothing! Just that since you’re my personal guard, usually you’re not allowed to eat with the royals,” she replies. “Maybe their customs are different here.”

“Maybe,” you hum, though you have a feeling that’s not the case.

You, being the keen observer you are, can’t help but think back to the way the two of them looked at you, and could hardly keep their eyes off of you the entire time you had been in the ballroom with them. You know yourself to be fairly good looking, having no problems with your confidence throughout your life, but the fact that not just one, but both of the princes could not take their eyes off of you has a heat spreading through your body.

“Would you like me to help you get ready?” You ask, turning to face Jasmine once you’re both outside the door to her room.

Out of the corner of your eye, you see the guard motion to the door across the hall, letting you know that that is to be your quarters during your stay here. You nod at him in thanks as he turns to leave.

“Well, duh! I need to make sure I look good enough for dinner tonight,” she winks at you, and you catch the double meaning of her words.

You let out a small sigh, shaking your head while letting out a chuckle in the next moment, “come on, let’s get you ready.”

Opening the door to her room, you quickly scan the premises for anything out of the ordinary. After making sure it’s secure, you allow for her to walk in, closing the door gently behind her.

The next hour is spent getting her ready for dinner, and by the time you finish the final touches on her look, a knock sounds at the door. Your tired gaze falls on the slowly opening door, revealing another palace guard.

“If you’d both please follow me, I’ll be escorting you to dinner,” he says with a polite bow of his head, of which you return.

The two of you follow him down the hallway in silence, and you mentally sigh. You spent all that time getting Jasmine ready for dinner, and you didn’t even have time to fix your hair. You want to make a good impression on the others for her sake, considering usually personal assistants aren’t allowed to attend such high function dinners like this, but you’re not quite sure if your simple outfit consisting of pants and a regular guard’s shirt in your kingdoms’ colours will cut it.

Once you reach the dining hall, the guard opens the door for the both of you, announcing your presence. You make a point of searching the room over for anything or anyone suspicious, making eye contact with anyone who catches your gaze. Again, you find it odd that the two princes are already staring at you once you meet their eyes.

“Good evening Princess Jasmine, it’s so lovely to have you join us,” a woman dressed in elegant garbs approaches the two of you.

“Thank you for hosting me,” she bows politely, making the woman smile.

“If you’ll follow me,” she motions for Jasmine to follow her to the main table. “Your guard can stand at the side with the others.”

“Oh-“

“That won’t be necessary, Kimberly,” the voice of Jongin cuts off Jasmine’s reply. “They are both to join us at the head table tonight.”

“I beg your pardon-“

“Then beg,” Kai cuts her off, eyes daring her to challenge their wishes.

Immediately, she backs down, shooting you a side eyed glance as you walk past. You’re even more surprised than she is, given the fact that both the princes came to your defence before anything could happen. You still don’t understand why, and suspicion begins to grow in the back of your mind.

“We’re so grateful the two of you could join us tonight,” Jongin smiles from over his shoulder, soon pulling out Jasmine’s seat for her while Kai does the same for you.

“We’re flattered and grateful for the invitation,” Jasmine replies, batting her eyelashes almost flirtatiously at Jongin as she slips into her seat. She turns to you, sending you a pointed look, “aren’t we?”

“Oh, yes, very,” you smile, and you can hear the breath get caught in both of their throats. “Though I’m personally a little bit surprised.”

“Oh?” Kai quirks a brow, taking the seat directly beside you as his brother takes the one beside Jasmine.

“(Y/n),” Jasmine shoots you a warning look and you have to bite your tongue.

“No, let her speak,” Jongin faces you with an encouraging nod. “We’re both curious to know what she has to say.”

At his words, your own brow quirks, “I’m surprised that you’re allowing for me, a servant, to sit with you for dinner.”

“Well, what kind of hosts would we be if we didn’t treat our guests properly?” Kai grins, Jongin smiling softly in your direction.

“And we both appreciate it,” Jasmine smiles, though it seems slightly forced.

“After all, if you’re both going to be staying here, might as well get to know you better,” Jongin says, meeting your gaze briefly before turning his attention to Jasmine, causing her to nearly swoon.

The whole time during dinner, you keep your guard up. You’re not too sure why the two princes are treating you like this still, as it is not common for any kingdom to be treating a servant like an honoured guest. Especially since Kai did not stop talking to you once during dinner, and even went so far as to stare down any person who shot a questioning look your way, or dared to voice their concerns.

Out of the corner of your eyes, you’ve also noticed Jongin glancing in your direction all throughout dinner, seemingly disinterested in getting to know Jasmine despite her being a potential suitor. If you didn’t know any better, you’d say he’s mildly jealous of his brother for holding your own attention for the evening.

Soon enough, dinner finishes, and you’re walking Jasmine back to her room for the evening. She continuously goes on and on about how handsome and kind Jongin is. You can tell she’s starting to like him a lot, despite not getting a good enough chance to spend time with his brother yet.

“Before we left, Kai invited me to go horseback riding with him tomorrow,” she gushed, a twinkle in her eyes. “I think they’re starting to get serious about me.”

“I think so, too,” you hum, amusement shining in your eyes as you watch her enter her room. “Just be careful.”

“Of what? Them? They’re so kind though, I don’t think I need to worry about them,” she replies, starting to strip herself of clothing as you prepare a bath for her before bed. “I really like them.”

“You’ve only known them for less than a day,” you remind her. “Besides, I have a nagging feeling that something is off. It’s been bothering me since we met them.”

“Oh, calm down,” she rolls her eyes playfully. “Let loose a little, and relax. They don’t mean any harm.”

“Just be careful, okay? I don’t want to see you get hurt,” you say, worry clear on your features.

“I’ll be fine,” she huffs, crossing her arms slightly in front of her chest. “Just don’t plan to take them away from me anytime soon.”

Even though her tone is light and teasing, you can sense the seriousness behind her words, making you grimace, “wouldn’t plan on it. Besides, I’m not a princess, remember?”

You barely miss her small ‘good’ that she whispers under her breath, but you still manage to hear, causing your brow to furrow slightly. Ever since you’ve arrived to the palace earlier in the day, Jasmine has been acting a little standoffish towards you, and you have a feeling it’s due to the fact the princes can hardly take their eyes off of you. You bite your lip.

Once you’re done preparing her for bed, you wish Jasmine a good night, turning off the lights and securing her room for the evening.

Closing her door behind you, you let out a small sigh. Shaking your head, you step across the hall and into your quarters for the evening, thoughts running wild.

You have no idea why the twins have taken such an interest in you, but if they continue their actions, you’ll be greatly concerned. The entire reason you came to the palace was because Jasmine, well, more like her father, insisted you be the one to accompany her, not one of the other maids or guards. However, if one of the princes doesn’t agree to marry her by the end of the week, you’re worried about how she might feel, as well as the state of your kingdom when you return home.

Before you left, Jasmine’s father was very clear to the both of you that she had to impress one of the princes, and secure their kingdom’s future by marrying into the prestigious Kim family. You worry what might happen to her if she doesn’t.

Hopefully, if there are any more instances like tonight, you can just deflect either Jongin or Kai towards Jasmine. Maybe even hype her up a little since they both seem so keen on talking with you. You’re hoping that her outing with Kai tomorrow goes well, too. The last thing you need is to have to deal with an upset princess.

Sure enough, by the time the early afternoon rolls around the next day, Jasmine is nearly prancing up to your side in the main hallway where you sit reading a book. She takes the spot next to you, letting out a dreamy sigh as she relaxes her shoulders.

“I think I have a problem,” she says, causing you to mark your page and put down your book in order to look at her. Once she notices your raised eyebrow, she continues, “I can’t choose.”

“You can’t choose?” Your face reflects mild disbelief as you stare at her, head tilted slightly to the side.

“Jongin is just so sweet, and after last night, and the conversation we had over dinner, I just-“ she giggles, her face turning thoughtful soon after. “But then there’s Kai, who, after the morning I’ve had, is charming in his own way, and a little bit more assertive than his brother is. At least from what I’ve gathered.”

“Jasmine,” you sigh, but she cuts you off before you can continue.

“Is it bad to say that I want both of them?” She chuckles nervously, letting out another wistful sigh as she stares off into space.

“I don’t think you can marry both of them,” you say, and she whips her head over to face you, a frown on her face.

“Why are you always so honest all the time? Why can’t you just indulge my fantasies once in awhile?” She huffs, almost as if she’s scolding you.

“You’ve always appreciated my honesty,” you counter, eyes slightly narrowing at how she now sits, tense and almost angry beside you.

“What makes you so special?” She stands, voice harsh as she leaves you sitting there all alone.

To say you’re stunned would be an understatement. You have no idea where this is coming from, but you know Jasmine, and there’s no talking to her when she’s like this. You wonder what has happened to make her this upset.

You’ve always known Jasmine to appreciate when people are honest with her, so her outburst about this situation is strange, especially since you’ve only been in the palace around these two men for about a day. You just hope nothing bad happened while she was out with Kai this morning, though judging from her initial reaction, you think things went well. However, now, you’re not so sure.

Letting out a sigh, you grab your discarded book and begin to make your way back to your quarters. You also need to check on Jasmine to make sure you know where she is, just in case anything is to happen.

Frowning at the ground, you’re not exactly watching where you’re going when you feel yourself collide with something firm. 

You recoil, a soft ‘oof’ escaping your lips as you look up, only to be greeted with warm brown eyes staring down at you, concern clearly etched onto his features.

“I’m so sorry, Prince Jongin, I was not looking where I was going,” you bow politely to him. “Are you alright?”

“No, no, it’s okay!” He says, hands coming to rest on the sides of your arms as he looks you over. “It was all me. Are you alright?”

“Yes, I am,” you nod once, lips tugging upwards briefly. “Now, if you’ll excuse me Prince Jong-“

“Call me Jongin,” He interrupts, and you see something flash behind his eyes, but it’s gone as soon as it came.

“Pardon me?” You blink at him, clearly surprised by his words.

“Just Jongin is fine,” he sends you a reassuring smile. “You don’t have to add the formalities around me.”

“As you wish, Jongin,” you smile back at him faintly. “Please excuse me.”

Before he can say another word, or stop you for that matter, you’re moving around him and down the hall. His eyes follow your figure until he can no longer see you, a longing sigh escaping his lips.

Ever since he first laid his eyes on you, he knew he and his brother made the right choice in inviting you to the palace. Once Jasmine’s father accepted the unexpected, yet oddly specific invitation, the two anxiously awaited your arrival.

Exactly two months ago, they had been at a council meeting in Jasmine’s kingdom, and had spotted you doing your morning rounds. Both of them were intrigued by you, since they don’t have many female guards in their own palace. 

What really made them fall for you was when they saw you sparring in the courtyard with the new recruits. Your strength and intelligence attracted them to you, and they begun plotting a way to get you to their kingdom so they could get to know you better. Thus, inviting Jasmine and her personal guard and servant for a week to stay at the palace happened.

As soon as Jongin saw you again, he could barely contain his excitement. He could care less about wooing Jasmine, you’re all he really cares about, but for the sake of appearances, he’ll play his part. He just hopes his brother keeps his side of the deal.

Walking back to his room, he allows his mind to wander, thinking about you and what he knows so far. He knows that you’re loyal to Jasmine, and your kingdom, so if he wants to have you stay with him, and his brother, they need to drive a wedge between the two of you. From what he saw this morning, it looks like Kai has already put their plan into action.

A subtle grin pulls at his lips as he walks into his own private chambers. Soon, they’ll have you all to themselves. Soon, you’ll be theirs.

Meanwhile, all your attempts to talk with Jasmine for the rest of the day about what’s bothering her are futile. For whatever reason, unbeknownst to you, she’s ignoring you. You’re becoming even more concerned, considering your bad feeling just keeps growing in the back of your mind.

The next few days pass by in a blur for you, Jasmine finally talking to you again after a solid day of what you can only assume to be sulking around. By now, it’s been about six days since your arrival at the palace, and you’re set to leave early the next morning to return to your kingdom. That is, unless one of the princes makes an offer for Jasmine’s while the two of you are still here.

You’ve noticed that over the past few days, whenever one of the brothers spends time with Jasmine, the other seeks out your company. Normally, this wouldn’t bother you, thinking that they just want a chance to get an outsiders perspective on Jasmine, of which you use every opportunity you can to hype your friend up. However, this doesn’t seem to be the case.

Every time you attempt to talk about Jasmine, they deflect the conversation and make it about you. If you didn’t know any better, you’d say they wanted to get to know you better, not Jasmine.

All of the attention the two of them have been granting you the past few days is quite shocking to you. You aren’t used to this kind of attention, and as the days went along, the two brothers even grew so bold as to compliment you. Comments about your intelligence, bravery, strength, you name it, are tossed your way, only making your suspicions on their intentions grow. 

That’s not to say that you don’t like the attention you’re getting. Not at all. They are very handsome men, and your heart can’t help but flutter with each word of praise they offer you. However, you don’t want to get your hopes up to watch them fall. For all you know, they could be testing your loyalty to Jasmine, wanting to make sure her personal guard is trustworthy and won’t go after one of them in hopes to break apart the relationship.

Another thing you’ve noticed is that even though Jasmine is talking to you again, she’s grown more distant towards you, acting colder towards you everyday. To you, you’d swear she’s jealous, though you’re unsure of why she would be jealous of you. You just wish she would talk to you, and tell you what’s bothering her so you can help in any way you can.

Soon enough, you’re in the dining hall once more for your final dinner of the week with everyone. You eyebrows furrow in mild confusion as instead of seeing all the usual people you’ve become accustomed to the past week, only the two princes are sat waiting for the two of you to arrive. You shoot Jasmine a look, raising one of your eyebrows in question now, of which she rolls her eyes, opting to ignore you.

Reaching the table, the two men pull out your chairs for the two of you, Jongin pulling out yours while Kai pulls out Jasmine’s. Since you haven’t been talking too much with Jasmine lately, you don’t know how she’s feeling about this whole situation, or who she favours more. You let out a small sigh.

“Is everything okay?” Jongin’s voice beside your ear sends a shiver down your spine, of which doesn’t go unnoticed by him. He smirks.

“Yes, thank you,” you reply with a small nod, quiet enough to not alert Jasmine who now sits across from you.

Within the next moment, the two of them are joining you at the table, and a small conversation is underway. You remain silent for the most part, only speaking when spoken to, and allowing Jasmine to lead the conversation. Unfortunately for you, it doesn’t seem that Kai, nor Jongin, wants that to be the case.

“What are you looking forward to most once you get back home, (Y/n)?”

“What’s your favourite food?”

“Do you ever think about your future? About what you want for yourself and your life?”

All these questions, and more are thrown your way, the two of them hanging on to your every word and response when you offer them, only serving to put Jasmine in a sour mood. You do your best to include her, and deflect their questions, but it’s becoming increasingly difficult as more time passes. 

Your brow creases in worry as you see Jasmine abruptly stand up from the table, her chair creating a loud screeching sound which echoes around the hall. In the next moment, she’s hastily exiting the room, the door slamming behind her.

You stare after her in shock, immediately standing to your feet once you’ve regained your senses. You fail to see the subtle smirks resting on both of their faces as Jasmine is now nowhere to be seen.

“Thank you both for the meal and for all your hospitality over the past few days. I apologize for Princess Jasmine’s behaviour just now,” you begin to say, stepping away from the table to bow towards them. “Now, if you’ll excuse me, I must attend to her.”

Without another word, you’re exiting the hall, leaving the two men staring after you in slight shock. You left before either of them could stop you, causing Jongin to frown and Kai to scowl. Dinner was going great until Jasmine caused a scene and ruined it.

“What a shame,” Jongin sighs, taking a sip of his wine.

“Things were going so well, too,” Kai shakes his head, locking eyes with his brother in the next moment. “I warned her.”

“That you did,” Jongin hums, swirling the red liquid in his cup, the corner of his mouth turning upwards.

“Shall we prepare then, for what is to come?” Kai smirks, a dark gleam shining in his eyes.

“If our calculations and planning is all correct,” Jongin nods once. “I’ll be waiting for the two of you in the grand chamber.”

“See you soon, then, brother,” with those words, Kai stands up from the table and exits the dining hall, smirk ever prominent on his lips as he begins to make his way towards your chamber, knowing already what Jasmine has started.

Meanwhile, you knock lightly on Jasmine’s door, hearing her muffled cries coming from within. Your heart pangs for her, not knowing what has her acting like this, and wanting to do anything to make her feel better.

“Jasmine, it’s me,” you say softly, opening the door to her chambers and stepping in. “Is everything okay?”

“Do I look okay?” She snaps, turning her red, tear-filled eyes towards you while sending you the harshest glare you’ve ever seen her give.

“What’s wrong?” Concern is evident on your face as you shut the door behind you, moving over to sit gently beside her on the bed.

“Just leave me alone,” she grumbles, turning her head away from you to bury it in her pillow.

“You know I can’t do that,” you reply, moving to stroke her back comfortingly, but from the way she flinches, you resort to resting your hands in your lap.

“Go see Kai or Jongin, I’m sure they’d prefer your company anyways,” she spits, only causing your brow to furrow more.

“I don’t follow,” you voice, confused.

“It’s clear they both like you,” she turns to glare at you once more, “considering they never stop talking about you, or asking about you, or even looking at you.”

“I don’t think they like me like that-“ you begin to say, before you’re cut off by Jasmine.

“Bullshit! You’ve been planning this the whole time, haven’t you! Making me look like a lovesick fool in front of them while you know they only have eyes for you. I don’t understand why though, what makes you so special?” She repeats her question from the other day, catching you off guard for the second time. “I’m the princess, I’m the one they’re supposed to fawn over. I’m the pretty one, the smart one, the funny one, the one they’re supposed to love. Not you!”

“Jasmine, you know that’s not true, I would never do anything to jeopardize your situation,” you say, as calmly as you can, but her words set off a spark of anger within you. After all these years together, she clearly does not know you at all.

“Say what you want but I know the truth,” she hisses. “Ever since we got here, they both could barely keep their eyes off of you, even when you weren’t looking. Every time I was alone with them, all they wanted to talk about was you, asking me what you like and don’t like. God, I felt like I was the servant, and you were the princess. How is that fair?”

“What’s wrong with being a servant?” You counter, eyes hardening as you see how worked up she gets at the thought. “You’ve never had an issue with it before.”

“Get over yourself,” she scoffs. “You’re not special. You’ve ruined my chances of marrying one of the princes, and now you’re rubbing it in my face?” Your jaw parts slightly in shock, hearing the words come out of her mouth. “You’re nothing, and I never want to see you again. You’re not my friend, you’re a fucking bitch.”

“I-“

“I’m not waiting until morning, you’ve all made it clear I’m unwanted here, so I’m leaving,” she huffs.

Standing up from the bed, she heads towards the door. However, she pauses halfway before turning around to face you once more, causing you to stand up quickly and step towards her. In the blink of an eye, she takes a step towards you, raising her hand as if she’s about to slap you in her rush of emotions.

With all your years of training, you’re able to anticipate her movements. Given that your reflexes are sharp, you’re able to catch her hand just as she goes to strike you. She stares at you with wide eyes as your own harden. Clearly, you know where you stand.

Before you can release her hand, the door opens to reveal a head of vibrant blue locks, Kai stepping into the room in the next moment. He freezes once he sees the position the two of you are in.

“Is everything okay?” His eyes scan the situation, noticing how you immediately drop your hand back to your side, steeling your gaze.

“Kai! You won’t believe what she was about to do-“

His eyes darken as Jasmine runs up to him, clinging onto his side as you stand there, doing your best to suppress your rising anger. His voice cutting her off surprises the both of you, “from the looks of it, you were about to strike (Y/n), whom was merely defending herself.”

“No, but-“

“I don’t want to hear any excuses, I’ve had enough of you,” Kai narrows his eyes harshly at Jasmine. “We don’t tolerate violence of this sort against anyone in the castle, and I’m sick and tired of your lies. It’s really telling when someone throws their close friend under the rug for their own personal gain. You should leave while you still can, I’ll have some guards sort out your carriage, then escort you back to your kingdom.”

You notice two guards immediately coming into the room after his words, standing close to Jasmine as she sputters over her words. You take a step towards her but Kai blocks your path, arm extended in front of you.

“You shouldn’t waste your time on people who cannot realize your own self worth,” he says, which just sets Jasmine off.

“I knew it, you bitch! You stole him from me! Don’t ever show your face in my kingdom again, you hear me?” She screeches, making your eyes widen in shock.

At this point, Kai motions to the guards with his head and they begin to escort her out of the room, her still calling insults over her shoulder at you. Once you can no longer hear her, you let out the breath you didn’t realize you’ve been holding, allowing your shoulders to slump.

“Are you alright?” Kai turns to look at you, concern clear on his features.

“Yeah,” you reply, eyes seemingly unfocused before refocussing your gaze on him. “I kind of suspected something was up with her, but I wasn’t expecting this.”

“Oh?” He quirks a brow. You seem to be taking this much better than he could have anticipated. Then again, he knows you’re not one to let emotions get the better of you.

“I don’t know what she’s talking about though,” you laugh nervously, rubbing the back of your head with your hand. “There’s no way you or your brother have taken an interest in me.”

“What makes you say that?” He tilts his head, genuinely curious as to why you can’t see how beautiful they think you are.

“Well, I’m,” you sigh, lip quirking almost sadly, “I’m just me.”

“Well, just you,” Kai chuckles, taking a step closer towards where you’re standing, “what if I told you that you’re wrong?”

“What?” Your eyes meet his, and you nearly gasp at the way he’s staring at you; eyes filled with so much want and admiration.

“Ever since you’ve arrived, we’ve both taken a keen interest in you,” he admits, close enough now to take your hands into his own. You let him. “Besides, we’d prefer you to stay with us than her.”

“I don’t follow,” you frown slightly. “Why me?”

“Why not you?” He grins. “You’re beautiful, strong, passionate, caring, everything we could ever want. Need I go on?”

“I don’t know what to say,” you tell him honestly, only making his grin widen as you look away from him, bashful.

“Then don’t say anything except that you’ll be ours,” he says, squeezing your hands softly in his.

“I don’t know if that’s such a good idea,” your frown deepens, continuing to avoid eye contact with him until you feel his one hand release its hold on yours in order to cup your chin and get you to look him in the eyes.

“Why’s that, love? Why not let us worship you like you deserve. You only need us now, and we’d be more than grateful if you decided to stay here with us considering everything. Certainly you’ve seen the way we look at you,” he says, eyes hooded over as he stares into your own. “We’ve also seen the way you look at us when you think we’re not looking. I’m asking not only for the sake of myself and my brother, but for our kingdom as well: please be ours? That is, if you’ll have us.”

You bite your lip, uncertain of what you should do. You know you can no longer go back to your own kingdom after what Jasmine has said and done, so what other option do you have? Besides, staying here with these two handsome princes wouldn’t be so bad, now, would it?

“Okay,” you say. “I’ll stay.”

“You don’t know how happy you’ve made me, hearing you say that,” the smile that stretches across his face is so vibrant, that you can’t help but smile back at him. You feel him drop his hold on your chin, but he takes this opportunity to lace his fingers with yours, holding your hand as he leads you out of the room.

“Where are we going?” You ask him, keeping pace with his quick strides as he leads you to a section of the palace you have yet to explore.

“As much as I would love to have you to myself tonight, I think Jongin would love to know of your decision,” Kai says, stopping briefly in front of a pair of grand double doors.

Ever so slowly, he turns the handle, opening the door to reveal a massive room with a king sized bed on one wall, along with other furniture fit for a king lining the room. You suppose it’s fitting though, seeing the chairs and tables, as well as some other things that fill the room. It nearly takes your breath away. Though what really steals your breath away is what’s on the bed.

Resting on the bed lies Jongin, shirtless with a pair of fitted black slacks, one leg bent as he rests an arm across his knee. He appears to be reading a book, body turned towards the entranceway of the room. As soon as he hears the door open, his gaze shifts to see you walk in, hand in hand with his brother. 

Although jealousy swirls in his chest at seeing his brother so close to you, happiness from knowing that their plan actually worked soon overtakes his entire being, wanting nothing more than to stand up, take you into his arms, and never let you go.

“What happened?” Jongin asks, though he already knows the answer, especially if you’re here now.

“I’m sorry to intrude like this,” you begin, noticing how Jongin sits up, placing his book onto the side table in order to stand and make his way towards you.

“Nonsense, you could never intrude,” he smiles, holding back a smug smirk as he sees you trail your eyes over his torso, and licking your lips in the next second.

Kai immediately jumps into explaining what happened, with you adding in comments here and there. Jongin nods along the whole time, acting concerned when he needs to be, and comforting you shortly after. He takes the opportunity to pull you into his arms in an embrace, comforting you in the best way he knows how.

The feeling of your cool hands on his back sends a shiver down his spine, pulling away to stare deeply into your eyes in the next moment.

“So, I take it then that you’ve agreed to rule at our side, then?” He asks, looking at you through hooded eyes. The same look Kai gave you earlier.

“Is that so?“ You swallow, somewhat nervously. “Am I even fit to rule a kingdom? I’m only a guard.”

“The moment you agreed to become ours, you agreed to rule at our side,” Kai says, hands finding your hips so he can press himself against your back.

“But I’m not a princess,” you nearly grimace.

“Doesn’t mean we can’t treat you like one,” Jongin hums, pulling you closer into his chest seeing as he has yet to let you go from his embrace.

“Will you let us?” Kai hums, resting his chin on your shoulder from behind, breath fanning over your neck and sending a shiver down your spine.

You bite your lip, still not sure on what you should do. Even though you’ve technically already said yes, is this the right choice? You let out a breath, relaxing your shoulders. It doesn’t matter anymore to you, you’ve decided. You want this, you want them, and nothing is going to change that now.

“Yes,” you breathe. “I’ll do it.”

“Perfect,” Kai hums, closing his eyes as he trails his nose along the side of your neck.

“Now,” Jongin smirks, eyes darkening the longer he stares at you, “let us take care of you.”

Before you can respond, Jongin attaches his lips to yours, successfully taking your breath away as his one hand comes up to tangle itself in your hair. You swear you hear Kai let out a small growl, feeling a separate pair of lips placing small kisses against the skin of your neck.

“You’re so beautiful,” Kai hums against your skin, tightening his hold on your waist.

Jongin takes this opportunity to deepen the kiss, taking your bottom lip between his teeth before tugging gently, eliciting a moan from within your throat. A sound of which they both want to hear more of.

Pulling away from you, somewhat reluctantly, Jongin takes you hand in his and leads you over to the bed. Kai follows behind, crawling onto the bed with you as he discards his shirt. The whole while, Jongin moves to take off your own shirt, revealing more of yourself to them.

Before Jongin gets the chance to, Kai snakes his hands around your body to grasp your breasts in his hands, gently squeezing them before flicking at your nipples with his thumbs. Another low moan escapes your lips as you lean back into his chest, eye fluttering closed in bliss.

“Fuck, what a lovely sight,” Jongin groans, beginning to palm his growing erection through his pants.

“Isn’t she exquisite?” Kai hums, feeling you shiver as he trails one of his hands downwards over your body until he slips his hand beneath your pants, teasing you over your wet folds.

“You’re not so bad yourselves,” you reply, a small grin pulling at your own lips.

“Thank you,” they both reply at the same time, making you smile.

Hovering near Jongin, you take this opportunity once Kai has removed his hand from your pants, to strip Jongin of his. You lick your lips at the sight of his cock springing free, standing proud against his abdomen, the tip an angry red.

Trailing your hands up his thighs, you spread his legs slightly. You grasp him in your one hand, pumping him a few times before leaning down and gently licking at the tip, causing him to tilt his head back and let out a low groan. Ever so slowly, you begin to lick up his shaft, tracing the prominent vein on the underside, making him shiver.

You can feel Kai’s hands tracing the curve of your spine, all the way down to your ass, which he squeezes appreciatively. He begins to pull down your pants, making you halt your movements momentarily to help him get them off of you. 

Locking eyes with Jongin, you smirk, going back to kitten licking the tip of his cock before slowly taking him into your mouth. You sink down on his cock, hollowing you cheeks as you take all of him into your mouth. However, what you don’t expect is a harsh smack to your backside, causing you to hum around Jongin’s cock.

Immediately, his hand flies up to your hair, a low fuck escaping his lips as his fingers tangle themselves in your locks. He makes eye contact with his brother, silently telling him to do that again, to which Kai complies, landing a solid hit to the other side of your ass, making you moan around Jongin’s cock.

“You like that, don’t you, princess?” Kai smirks, kneading the skin of your ass as he watches you push yourself back into him, silently begging for more.

You release your hold on Jongin’s cock, needing to come up for air. You chest heaves as you take in a few deep breaths, Jongin’s hand still buried in your hair. You briefly feel Kai’s hands leave your ass, hearing some shuffling coming from behind you on the bed before you feel something warm and wet prod at your dripping entrance.

Your eyes close in bliss, your mouth falling open as you feel Kai lick a strip up your pussy. A curse flies past your lips as you feel him flick your clit in the next moment, burying his face into your heat. He continues to lick and suck, taking his time to bite some marks into your thighs as well.

Letting out a shaky breath, you turn your attention back to Jongin, who’s chest is rising and falling steadily, just watching you, and waiting to see what your next move will be. His heart pounds as he watches you take his cock into your mouth again, hollowing your cheeks as you bob your head. He lets out a low groan of your name when he feels you hum around him, grip tightening in your hair.

The whole while, Kai continues to eat you out like a man starved. His grip on your thighs is tight, enough to leave marks later on. He makes sure to focus especially on your clit, taking note of how your body reacts, and all the sounds he can elicit from you. After all, he’s dreamt of this very moment for far too long, and he wants to make sure you feel every single thing he’s doing to you, wanting you to experience pleasure like never before.

He can sense you’re getting closer to your release, given the way you’ve started grinding back onto his tongue, as well as how your sounds have started to become louder and more frequent. He makes sure to suck your clit between his lips, flicking it a few times before thrusting his tongue as deep as he can within your tight cunt.

Releasing Jongin’s cock from your mouth, your face scrunches in pleasure, legs shaking as your orgasm washes over you. A low groan escapes your lips, feeling him unrelenting in his movements, even after you’ve come down from your high.

“Fuck, that was one of the hottest things I’ve ever seen in my life,” Jongin groans, releasing his hold on your hair.

“Definitely one of the best things I’ve ever tasted in mine,” Kai say, licking his lips as he leans back onto his knees. He can feel his cock straining against the material of his pants, just begging for relief.

“You two sure know how to treat a lady,” you manage to get out, running a hand through your hair.

“Oh, princess, we’re not done with you yet,” looking over your shoulder, you lock gazes with Kai, seeing the lust and want swirling within his irises, only serving to turn you on further.

“Then what are you waiting for?” You smirk, looking at him with hooded eyes, causing him to let out a low groan.

“Baby, if you don’t stop looking at me like that, I might lose control,” he bites his lip.

“Maybe I want you to,” your smirk widens, sending him a wink which has his heart racing in his chest.

“Alright, princess, enough with the teasing,” Jongin says, sitting up and turning you around fully to face his brother. “My turn now.”

Adjusting his position, Kai leans back onto the bed, Jongin now taking the position behind you. You can feel Jongin push your head down, and you eagerly help Kai strip himself of the rest of his clothing before staring hungrily down at his cock.

You can feel Jongin’s hands kneading the skin of your ass before he aligns the tip of his cock with your entrance. He teases you slightly by brushing the head over your clit a few times before slowly entering you. You can feel every inch of him sinking into you, letting out a low fuck once he’s fully seated in you.

Jongin can feel your velvet walls pulsing around him, drawing him in further to your warm, wet cunt. He lets out a low groan at the feeling, jaw clenching as his eyes close in bliss. He has to control himself now, doing his best to keep from pounding you into oblivion. He’s only ever dreamed of this, and nothing could have ever prepared him for how perfectly you take his cock. Almost as if you’re made for him.

Running your hands along Kai’s thighs, you give him the same treatment as you did Jongin, starting slow and building up to taking his cock into your mouth. Though this time, you make sure to repay the favour of his marks on your thighs by leaving marks of your own on his. Pumping his cock in one hand, you bite down particularly hard on his left thigh, drawing a loud moan from his lips, making you smirk.

Wiggling your hips slightly, Jongin gets the hint and begins to move inside you. At the first snap of his hips, a whine escapes your lips. You can feel his hands digging into your sides as he holds onto you tightly, setting a brutal pace to start, and making sure you feel every snap of his hips into yours.

Taking Kai into your mouth, you unashamedly moan around his cock, revelling in the pleasure you’re feeling. You do your best to keep yourself upright, but with every thrust of Jongin’s cock inside you, it becomes increasingly difficult to support yourself. 

You can feel the coil in your stomach tightening once more the closer you get to your release. Looking up, you lock eyes with Kai, and the look he’s giving you sends another jolt of pleasure straight to your core.

“That’s it, princess, just like that,” Kai praises, hand helping to guide your movements along his cock.

“Fuck, you’re so tight,” Jongin moans lowly, nails biting into the skin of your hips, making you let out another groan.

You can feel Jongin’s rhythm becoming sloppy, signalling that he’s close to his end. His one hand comes to snake itself down between your legs, wanting you to come again for him before he does, needing to feel you milking him for all he’s worth.

Your entire body jolts as you feel his fingers circling your swollen clit, and it only takes a few more thrusts to send you tumbling off the edge. 

Your scream gets lodged in your throat as tears dot the corners of your eyes as your orgasm hits you full force, your whole body shuddering from the pleasure you’re receiving. With the way your walls are squeezing him, Jongin follows shortly after, a low groan of your name slipping past his lips as he stills, spilling his seed deep within you.

Seeing you succumb to your pleasure for the second time that night, as well as the way your mouth feels wrapped around him sends Kai over the edge soon after. He groans as he releases into your mouth, shuddering as he watches you swallow all he has to offer you.

Ever so slowly, Jongin pulls out of you, your juices mixed with his seed dripping down your thighs. His chest swells with pride as he sees this, licking his lips as thoughts about finally claiming you as his race through his head.

“You’re so good to us, princess,” Kai hums, wiping at the corner of your lips where a bit of his come resides. You dart your tongue out to catch any remainder, nearly driving him insane.

“That was, wow-“ you sigh, laying back on the bed and allowing for your muscles to relax, still feeling the aftereffects of your orgasm.

Feeling the bed shift, you feel both of them lay down on either side of you, smiles on their faces as they stare at your face. They can’t help but trail their eyes lower, admiring every curve and crevice of your body, and now, you’re all theirs.

“I hope you’re not tired yet, baby,” Jongin says, tracing a finger along your collarbone and slowly downwards towards your breast. “We’re not done with you, yet.”

“After all, we’re just getting started,” Kai grins, hand tracing the inside of your thigh. 

Neither of them could ever get enough of you, and they’ll take all that they can. Besides, tonight, you’re their princess, and tomorrow, they’ll make you their queen.

[mybiasisexo]

Favorite Customer 🎂

@ninibears-erigom​ asks: 35 with Nini hehe

a/n: finally finally I am finished with your requests 🙌🏾. I am so sorry it took me so long 😔

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The chime of a bell alerting you of a customer causes you to instinctively raise your head to greet the person entering your business. Against your better judgement, you grow physically thrilled once you realize who your new guest is.

Your favorite customer, Kim Jongin, waltzes towards you wearing his usual attire: a light blue button down, sleeves rolled to his elbow, charcoal slacks, shiny black dress shoes, a gold watch adorning his left wrist, chocolate locks perfectly combed to the side, framing his stunningly sharp gorgeous face that seems to mirror your own with how brightly he smiles at seeing you.

He beelines directly to you, until he’s at the opposite side of the counter, saying your name in greeting with a relieved breath. “God, I’m so glad it’s you working right now.”

You arch an eyebrow. “And why is that, Jongin?”

“Because,” he starts, leaning an elbow on the counter. The action has him hovering over you and you resist the urge to lean away, though that leaves you vulnerable as your cheeks bloom red from the distance—or lack thereof. “I have an order to put in and nobody bakes cakes like you.”

Now your cheeks are an embarrassingly deep shade of red. You have to look away from his focused gaze, finally giving in and taking a step back to cool down a bit. You wave off his words with a laugh, attempting to play off your flustered reaction.

You and a few others own a bakery deep in the city and Kim Jongin, for some reason, is a regular. He’s mentioned a time or two how his job is close and he likes to bring his clients, using sugar as a war tactic to ‘sweeten the deal’.

You don’t know much about Jongin, other than the fact he has a really nice paying job, is drop dead gorgeous, and tips exceptionally well, but that lack of knowledge doesn’t get in the way of you growing a little crush on the man. You always look forward to your brief interactions and, even though he comes in quite a bit, it’s never enough for you.

“I’m not the best baker here,” you deny modestly.

He shakes his head, chuckling lowly, and your fingers curl at the sound. He wags a finger at you. “I’ve eaten everything from everyone here, and trust me, yours is the best. As I mentioned before, I have an order to place and would like for you specifically to do it… if you’re not too busy!” He adds in a rush.

It’s hard to deny the man, especially when his eyes are wide in slight panic, full mouth slightly agape. “I have the time, Jongin. What can I do for you?”

He grins and squares his shoulders. “I need a marble cake with white frosting, and in red I need it to read, ‘happy anniversary’.”

“’Happy anniversary’?” You repeat. Your heart plummeting, sinking further when he nods excitedly. “What kind of anniversary?”

Your last flame of hope dies at his next words. “A wedding anniversary! It’s a milestone this time, so we have to celebrate it!”

“Milestone, huh?” you mumble. Pulling out your book, you jot down all the details he wants on his… wedding anniversary cake, mind reeling. He hasn’t given any clues to being a taken man, hell he doesn’t even wear a ring!

“Are you frowning?” Jongin asks. You glance up to see his attention given to your jutting lips in concern.

“Focusing,” you clarify, to which he doesn’t question further.

“I need it done by the tenth,” he informs. “I know that’s not much time, but that’s when the party is and—”

“Not a problem,” you interrupt in a rush. For the first time since you met the man, you wanted him out of your store.

“O…kay….” He finally notices the change of your demeanor and begins to take his leave. “Well, thank you again. You never let me down. I’ll be here on the tenth to pick it up.”

He leaves after that and you slump onto the counter, completely and utterly devastated.

~*~

You slave over Jongin’s cake, because whether he is married or not, you are not going to disappoint him! He comes in on the tenth as promised, dressed even fancier than usual, looking absolutely smitten.

He sings your name, as he always does when he sees you and you’re instantly fighting off a frown instead of the usual pleased grin.

You really wish he would stop doing that.

You reveal the cake and he gasps, going as far as to cover his mouth. “It’s perfect! My friends are going to love it!”

“Why would your friends love it?” You can’t help but ask, his words confusing you as you ring him up.

“Because it’s their anniversary! Fifth year, hence the ‘big deal’.” He air quotes.

“Oh,” you deadpan. Then it hits you. “Oh!”

“What?” He does his signature leaning-over-the-counter move, voice teasing. “You didn’t think it was my anniversary, did you?”

“No!” You deny loudly, wincing at your tone. Clearing your throat to lower your pitch, you begin again. “I mean, you didn’t clarify, and I never noticed a ring, but a lot of people nowadays don’t wear them and how was I sup—”

“I’m not,” he’s quick to interrupt. He straightens up and looks at you in the most intense way you’ve ever been viewed. “I’m not even in a relationship, actually.”

“Huh,” is your smart reply.

It’s silent as he finishes paying for the cake, but when he’s about to leave, he hesitates before sitting the heavy box back down. “Say, what are you doing after work tonight?”

“You blink at him. “I don’t have any plans. Why?”

He grins boyishly. “How would you feel about going to an anniversary party?”

Is he asking you out? The way he gazes down at you makes you think he is indeed asking you out.

“I, um, I would love to. Just to see if, you know, if my cake is a success.”

“You won’t have to worry about that, because as I already told you….” Jongin’s voice drops down to a low whisper as he closes the space between your faces, lips grazing your ear. “Nobody does it like you.”