#Yandere byun Baekhyun x Reader

[starillusion13]

Bambi

Pairing: Baekhyun x f! reader

Genre: Angst, Yandere, Dark Fantasy

Warnings: Stalking, possessiveness, restraining acts with chains, knife and blood, obsessive behaviors.

W.C: 3.1k

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*under the cut*

“I will be home soon.” Walking through the streets late at night is a relief to you to get some peace and air of comfort. The bell sounds brings your attention towards a house and suddenly a train moves past through the tracks alongside the road. You got startled and your wide eyes looks around to see if anybody noticed you in that situation.

No one is around you, you sigh in relief and went towards your home, putting the phone in your pocket.

A smile appears in shadows.  A gloved hand adjusted the hat on top of head to hide the face properly. The shadowed figure whispered,

“My Bambi.”

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“Uh….”

Waking up in a dark room filled with the scents of different flowers; all of your favourite. The essence of these variety flowers is making your drowsy state more helpless. You can’t remember what happened to you before being in such a state.

“Help me…”

Rubbing your eyes, you realized that the room has dim light sources from the only candles placed on various light stands all around the room. You tried to sit up when you found yourself on a floor which is so shiny as if you are laying on a mirror because it can perfectly reflect your presence on it. Leaning sideways and balancing your weight on two hands, your attempt to sit on the floor is a success. Lifting up one of your hands to remove the hairs falling over your face to tug them behind your ears earned a groan of pain from you. Your hands feeling so heavy that caused your wrist to ache and then you found the cause for the happening. Hands are tied up in chains connected to the chains tying up your leg, the other end of the chain is getting dispersed into the dark corner of the room.

“Why am I tied with chains? Who even tied me up?”

Thinking hard to remember what happened to you in last moments.

Several memories popped up starting from morning when you found a letter and a bouquet at the front door like everyday. You were giggling to the sweet words and the praises written all over the letter, the sender ended the letter with a signature which can be read as BAMBI. You were sure it is from your boyfriend, the boy you are dating for last six months. Oh! He is such a sweetheart, his love for you is more than you have ever wanted from someone.

The memories flash forward to the evening when you were returning from a long day of work to your apartment to finally take rest. You were on a call with someone maybe your boyfriend when a figure with all in black came up to you suddenly. You didn’t hear anyone coming in that lonely road then how come this person is suddenly standing before you. Face was hidden due to the black panama hat and the extended hand towards you was covered with tight black leather gloves. The person was in all black attire maybe that was only possible for you to recognise because in that dark street with insufficient light to distinguish colors that was only how you could recognise it.

“What?....”

your head is aching with all these memories flashing on. Now the worst part is that you can’t remember what happen after that scene. You are trying hard to think, the headache causing you to close your eyes in pain. Your breathing is heavy and your whole body is paining. Your hands are not enough strong to keep your balance for any longer. No. You have to be strong, you need to figure out how to escape this place wherever you are and then you can think later about what could have possibly happened to you.

After three times of breathing practices, your panic settles down. Being in somewhat a little bit stable state, you looked around the place. The room is really dark, only the places where the candle lights can reach to is lit and visible, where the rest are mysteriously dark. You can feel that you are situated in the middle of a room, to your front there is a black curtain hanging from the ceiling covering the whole wall only leaving the sides for two very old vintage closets on either side to be palced. On your two sides, the walls have different kinds of hanging candle holders and various shelves and tables with things decorated on top of them which are barely visible. Turning your head to take a look of your back, its too dark that side and your chains are ending to that side.

You pulled the chains to see if the other end is fixed or not and to your dismay the action made loud jiggling sounds of the chains which echoed in the dark room.

“Haha…ha ha ha…” a laugh followed the sound of chains. Your eyes flash fear and a shiver run down your body on realizing that there is one more presence inside the room. So, all your actions till now were observed by someone and you didn’t know of it. This made you feel cautious and your hands automatically braced yourself and you pulled your knees inwards to your chest, sitting now facing the direction of the voice. The chains moving in a rhythm as if someone on the other side is playing with them. Heavy footsteps approaching you which made you close your eyes for not having the courage to face what is coming next.

Again, the person laughed, totally mocking your current state. You can hear a lot of chain sounds and ‘click’, something gets locked. The person’s voice is now much closer than before and so in the effect, your heart is racing too fast that it might burst out and cause an explosion then and there.

“Open your eyes my love.”

He is near you. Wait. He is totally in front of you, you can hear the footsteps stopped near you. The voice belongs to a man and your ears are blessed to hear such a smooth and honey like voice, even calling out for you. Slowly you parted your eyelids, revealing your glossy eyes to the man.

Is this real? Is this man real? The smile is so heavenly, no doubt that voice came out from these pretty lips. Oh no wait. This attire and the hat, your eyes scanning all over the figure in front of you and on realization you tried to scoot back. The chains didn’t help your attempt.

“Who are you?”

The man chuckled. Why is everything funny to this man? He has now sitter himself on his folded knees and one hand checking whether the chains are tied tightly or not, your eyes followed the chain and there is the other end locked in a hook on the wall. The other hand on his side seems like he is holding something.

“Why am I here?”

You are getting impatient to hear his explanation to keep you here like this even in this condition. He scoots near to you when his other hand revealed holding a shiny object. No no no. That’s a knife. Is he going to kill you?

“Are you going to kill me?” your voice is cracking in fear.

“My baby is so impatient.” He chuckled. The voice is so sweet and it can really hipnotis someone including you.

“I’m not your baby.”

He is literally keeping you like an animal who needs to be tamed and then also calling you with nicknames.

“You are being a bad girl again love.” Your eyes falling where he is playing with the knife, candle lights falling on the knife reflecting your fear in the room of mysterious dark.

“Stop with your names. Tell me who are you. Why am I here even tied up like this?” You are literally shouting at this point. Tears coming out in a flow and you are jerking your hands and legs to atleast get rid of those restraints.

“Oh.  We can go slowly. One question at a time.”

He stands up in his position and now you are getting his overall look. He is wearing a black fedora coat with matching pant and a white shirt inside with a black tie visible perfectly in middle. His face is still hidden, if only it was not hidden then you could have tried to recognize this person.

Suddenly, the chandelier above you lit up and now the room is a bit more visible to you except the man’s face.

“Can you guess my name love?” He is smiling at you. Walking over to his previous place near you.

Glancing at the knife in his hand, you gulped and replied “……no”.

“Oh!” he pouts at you. “I am Baekhyun but you can call me candy.” He laughed at his own words.

“Baek-baekhyun?” you are trying to think if you have heard this name before or even have encountered someone who goes by this name.

“Thanks love. I like the short name. Call me Baek if you want.” You glared at him. In one of the corners situated a small brown couch, he walked with quiet footsteps over there and sat down with cross legs.

“What am I doing here?”

“You are safe here.”

“I don’t need any safety when I was already safe in first place.”

“No. Bad people are all out there. They will take you away from me.”

“What are you even saying?”

He suddenly stood up. Slow steps nearing your weak frame on the floor. Looking around for any object to throw at him which can at least hurt him and prevent him to approach you. In his way, he took off his hat and placed it on top of the table at the side of the couch. Revealing his beautiful face with jet black hairs and flawless baby face. His look is ethereal to belong to a criminal like him. His eyes seem like holding two diamonds in each hole with his precious smile resting on his face.

“You don’t have to be afraid of me.”

“You are keeping me tied up here without any particular reason and you are telling me not to fear you. Also, holding a damn knife in your hand.” Your teary eyes looking up at his face.

You pleaded, “Please let me go.”

“Bambi……my only Bambi…… my love.” He is getting lost in your eyes, in your glossy eyes which seems like the brightest star to him right now. Always.

Bambi? This. You have heard this before. Oh wait! Those flowers. Those letters. Those Candies.

“You…you…he…letters….” He grins widely when you mentioned about letters.

“Did you like them? Oh yes of course. The way you always giggle when reading them and one hand busy eating those candies. Thanks for always decorating those flowers at the places I like them the most.”

You are shocked to know this truth. All this time you thought that those are all given by your boyfriend and he didn’t ever mention it because maybe he wants to keep it like that. But you were totally wrong, that was him, the man standing before you.

“How do you know?”

“I can’t miss to see you even when you are home.”

“What the……”

“Hell? I am from there. Thank you. Fuck? Well maybe we can but later.” He is scooting near to you to come face to face with you.

“Go away. Let me go. Don’t come near to me.”

“I can’t do that when you are my favorite person.” His hands tracing your face, eyes admiring your face. Brushing your hairs away to take a better look at your beauty. His other hand brings up the knife and traced over your cheeks which cuts you a bit.

“I don’t want to be your favorite person. You are a psycho.” You shouted at him.

“You are so precious baby even your shouts sound like a melody to me.”

Jerking your body so much causing pain to shoot over to your hands and legs, this effects to cause deep purple marks over the skin near the tied-up places.

Blood flowing down your cheek and the cold knife placed on your other cheek cutting similarly as before. He is still smiling while looking at you. You are silently sobbing with eyes shut tightly and hoping someone to rescue you from here.

“The day I locked my eyes with you at the café. I knew, I have to keep this bambi eyes all to myself. The owner of these starry eyes should be kept in a safe place.” Blood oozing out of the cut is getting mixed with the tears falling from your eyes. Wiping the blood with one finger, he brings it near his eyes and admires it. 

 “Doesn’t this look like a melted Ruby. The stars falling from your eyes and the red velvety liquid from your skin mixing together to form this ruby.” Your eyes slowly open to respond him. Your cheeks are burning and your nails are digging on the shiny floor.

“Please, it hurts.”

“It hurts me too.” He stopped smiling and put the knife aside. “It hurts me too when I see you smiling without me, when I am not the cause of your precious smile. It hurts when you are laughing at something when I can give more things which can be funnier. It hurts me when you are holding hands with someone and that’s not me. IT HURTS EVERYTIME WHEN THE THINGS WHICH ARE KEEPING YOU HAPPY IS NOT ME.” He shouts in the end of the sentence.

Your sobs become audible on the impact of the shout and noticing it, he pulls you in a hug and caressing your back and hairs. The smell of his cologne is so soothing and it’s giving you comfort but this is literally wrong, it should not be so comforting when coming from a criminal, moreover a psycho.

“it’s okay love. I will not shout at you. It’s okay, don’t cry.” These words causing you to cry more because you are missing your boyfriend.

“I want to go home. Please……”

“But this is your home.” He said softly, placing a kiss on your head.

“No……. I want to go back to my own life where I can be all by myself and with him.”

“Him?” He holds you tighter before releasing to grip your forearms to make you face him.

“There is no him. You are my Bambi, my one and only precious Bambi and you love candies the most so I am your Candy.” He is having an evil glint in his eyes but quickly returns back to his soft appearance.

“No, I’m Y/N. I’m not your Bambi.”

“You are so funny my love.” He puts a hand inside the pocket of his coat to bring out a handkerchief and wipes your tears and blood. He gives you his little smile and put away the hanky aside. Again, repeating the previous action but now took out some different kinds of your favorite candies and chocolates. Your lost eyes and confused mind staring at him as to why out of so many other girls, he chose you when you just look like an ordinary girl beside other girls who are way more beautiful.

“Why me? I’m not that special.”

He chuckles at you while looking down at the candies. Bringing up the hand to pat your cheeks, he leans forward to kiss your forehead. He sits on the floor before you facing the curtained wall and pulls you on his lap with your back leaning to his chest. Held in an unknown man’s embrace, who is also the one keeping you captive makes you stiff in your place.

“You know, why have I kept the room dark?” silently and slowly you move your head side to side.

“Look at your reflection on the floor because of the candle lights. Its looking so nice. The bright lights will not allow me to admire your beauty like the way these candle lights with dim effects reflecting your beauty. I want your beauty to be the brightest light in this room and your eyes “, holding chin, he makes you face him. He is bending a bit forward, he smiles at you, “Your eyes to be the brightest star.”

“Why are you doing this?”

“To keep you safe of course. Trust me I can be the best person to you forever.”

“I don’t even know you and also you don’t know me then how can you expect me to trust you?”

“Oh love, I know you a lot more than you can ever imagine.” His other hand sliding up and down your forearms and side frames. This giving you chills all over your body.

Hand holding your chin moves to his other pocket to bring out a small remote and when he clicks it. The curtains covering the wall move aside and you look over there. Your eyes go wide in shock when realizing what’s on that wall.

Your pictures, every picture showing all types of your emotions. Pictures including of you practicing a dance cover of your favorite group, slipping on the floor, crying on the sofa while watching a drama to the ones where you are wearing your favorite dress and going to work, eating ice cream, going to date with your boyfriend but only you in the frame. There is countless of pictues which you yourself can’t even recall from where they are.  You felt a kiss on top of your head.

“Do you like it?”

“How? This can’t be real.”

He chuckles, “This is very real.”

“No……..”

He turns your face towards him to take a look of your shocked eyes. He waited a bit before speaking up, “You know why you are my Bambi?”

“……”

“A deer when comes near to a car in front of the headlights, their eyes, those Bambi eyes look the brightest gem under the dark sky.”

Cupping your face in his hands, he places a soft kiss on your quivering lips, “You look exactly like that deer. Every night when I had followed you in shadows, under those street lights whenever you were afraid, those Bambi eyes looked the brightest star. They looked like mine to keep safe.”

He placed a candy inside your mouth. On realization, you wanted to throw it but he closed your mouth with pressing his palm over your lips tightly. Your eyes looked in fear towards him.  He kissed your head and smiling adorably at you. Your heavy eyes slowly closing while staring at his smiling lips, the first thing of this man you noticed back then.

“Sleep my love, My Bambi.”

[Expected something horny? Nah nah nah. Let it be like this.]

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[jongbross]

Congrats dear! You did it. 💛

Baekhyun-Say you love me

100 celebration

byun baekhyun x reader (mentions of sex, swearing, baekhyun is kind of a yandere but not really)

"no matter how many times you say it, just say you love me one more" (say you love me - kai)

you felt his gaze on you while you danced with someone else, and you knew he wasn't happy. each time the person touched you, even if it was the slightest touch, you could feel baekhyun coming up with at least a hundred different ways of killing them.

baekhyun didn't own you, he knew that much. he was nothing of yours, not even your boyfriend, but you were everything for him. since the moment he met you, since the moment he kissed you for the first time, since the moment you two had sex for the first time and you'd said you loved him - his heart and soul were yours.

deep down, he knew you loved the attention and loved to play games with him, flirting with people right in front of him even though you would end up in his bed. baekhyun was well aware of the hold you had on him, but also knew he got something on you too.

he smirked when he saw you walking away from your little friend and coming to where he was, pretending you would only order something to drink.

"are you done with your distraction already?"

"how did you know i would be here?", you asked. "that's kinda creepy, you know? stalking people."

"you like it", baekhyun said. fuck him, you thought, because damn right you did. "i could see you looking at me and smiling when you saw i was checking you out... bet they didn't notice, though."

"you know nothing about them."

"no, but i know about you", he replied, wrapping an arm around your waist and pulling you close. "you're gonna make me beg tonight? is that how you're gonna play?"

you shrugged, thanking the bartender as he gave you your drink. you took a sip, finally looking at baekhyun's eyes for the first time that night - and possibly not the last.

"come on, don't make me jealous tonight... not tonight...", baekhyun pleaded, licking his lips before he rested his forehead against your face, breathing on your neck. "it's been too long. i need you... i love you."

it was your time to smirk.

"i love you too", you lied through your teeth. "come on, let's get out of here."

[flurrys-creativity]

For yes baby,no baby

I want to read how Baekhyun took care of the reader when she was pregnant. He is slowly getting rid of his jealousy. And when the baby is born...

Write whenever you want I will wait✋🏻

Thank you. 💗

Thank you for your patience. It really took me a while to regain the headspace I needed to write this. But it's finally here.

Since you didn't specify the ending. There are two.

Yes baby, no baby pt.2

Pairing: Byun Baekhyun (EXO) x Fem!Reader; Genre: Yandere AU, Pregnancy AU, Established Relationship AU; Ratings: nsfw, nc-17; Warnings: yandere baekhyun, pregnant reader, mentions of poisoning food, pregnancy complications, clinic, nurses and doctors, mentions of a threat killing the baby, mentions of a c-section, also pain and crying; Wordcount: 1.545

Summary: Your relationship with Baekhyun had been picture perfect until you revealed that you were pregnant. Suddenly he showed a completely different, almost psychotic, side. Would it be safe to keep the baby with him around?

Disclaimer: This is pure fiction and this doesn’t represent Baekhyun in any way except his appearance. A yandere personality is also not healthy and to stay with a person like that is just as unhealthy. Do not under any circumstances stay in a relationship like the one portrayed in this story.

A/N: The soft version ends after Baekhyun holds the baby. Everything afterwards shows a yandere doesn't change. Please enjoy this second part.

Baekhyun leaned against the door frame of the kitchen, watching you silently prepare your meal. Even though you forgave him for his outburst and let him care about you again, you refused his efforts to cook for you. Baekhyun knew you still didn’t trust him completely, afraid he’d mix anything in the food so your pregnancy would fail. 

He did think about that option in the first few weeks but he quickly understood he had no chance of doing that. It bothered him at first but part of his annoyance dissipated when you became more and more dependent on his help.

Baekhyun felt his heart swell whenever you turned to him and looked at him with big puppy eyes, silently begging him for his help. Be it reaching for something you couldn’t get, tying your shoelaces once your belly got too big, massaging your shoulders, holding your hair during morning sickness or simply being the first person you turned to whenever something crossed your mind.

You caressed your belly and stopped cooking with a frown. 

“What’s wrong?” Baekhyun immediately asked and stepped closer to you, placing his hands on your shoulders and squeezing them gently while he placed a soft kiss on your cheek.

“I don’t feel like eating what I’m preparing”, you pouted and turned off the stove. “I crave something else but I don’t know what.” You leaned into Baekhyun’s touch and closed your eyes, sighing softly.

“Do you want me to prepare something else? Get take out?” Baekhyun placed butterfly kisses all over your neck and shoulders, gently rubbing over your upper arms as he waited for your answer.

You shook your head. “Can we just cuddle? Bond a little?”

“Of course.” 

You turned around and pecked him on the lips with a soft smile, before you grabbed his hand and pulled him along to the bed, crawling over it and opening your arms invitingly.

Baekhyun watched you lovingly, his gaze never leaving your face. He sat down next to you and pulled you on his lap instead, hugging you from behind.

“Uh”, you squeaked and placed your hands on your belly, chuckling softly. “He’s kicking me.” You grabbed Baekhyun’s hands and placed them on your belly, wanting to show him as well. “Do you feel it? He’s going to be just as strong as his daddy.” 

For a moment Baekhyun said nothing, feeling the small kicks underneath his hands. The first time you made him feel that, he got extremely concerned as he feared that thing growing inside of you hurt you. Yet, you told him over and over again that you felt happy whenever it kicked you. 

Baekhyun watched your fond expression and the broad smile on your lips while you caressed your belly again, slowly turning your head to look at him with an excited shimmer in your eyes. 

Baekhyun let his hands slide over your belly until they rested on your hips, squeezing them gently. “You’re the one making me strong”, he murmured and kissed your temple, nosing the spot right afterwards with closed eyes.

It pained him to see your attention drifting away from him with every passing day. It pained despite knowing you were more dependent on him than ever before. But how would it be after you gave birth in a few weeks? 

You tensed in Baekhyun’s arms, groaning in pain. You grabbed Baekhyun’s lower arm, digging your nails into his skin. 

“Darling? What’s wrong?” Baekhyun immediately sat up, ignoring the pain shooting through his arm and body from the strength you used unconsciously. “What do you need? What should I do for you?”

Tears pricked at the corners of your eyes. “Something’s wrong”, you gasped, face twisting in pain. “Something’s wrong with the baby! It hurts so much! Baekhyun, it hurts.”

Within seconds Baekhyun stood up and grabbed you, carrying you bridal style. He ignored everything around him, not even taking the bag with your essentials that you had packed for the moment you had to go to the clinic. Baekhyun only focused on you. He brought you to the car and raced through the streets, after he reached the private clinic - stopping with screeching tires - he carried you into the building as well.

Baekhyun caught the attention of several nurses and what seemed to be a coffee break a few moments ago turned hectic with calls for preparation. Even after Baekhyun placed you on a bed, he stayed close to you, offering his hand, which you squeezed tightly as you cried in pain and fear.

You barely understood the words from the doctors, only recognising the worry in their tones and expression. Even more tears streamed down your face. “Please..”, you groaned in pain again, unable to continue speaking.

“Do whatever’s necessary to save her life”, Baekhyun said firmly, watching a nurse inject pain meds and a sedative into your arm. It didn’t take long for your grasp to loosen up. Baekhyun turned to you, kissing your forehead and caressing your cheek.

Your eyelids fluttered while you tried to fight the sleepiness, mouth opening and closing since you wanted to say something.

“I’ll be here once you wake up. Everything is going to be fine. The doctors will take good care of you. Don’t worry, darling.” 

Baekhyun saw you nod weakly before your eyes closed completely. He placed your hand on the bed as well and stepped aside, letting the nurses pull your bed away into the operation room. 

Once he couldn’t see you anymore, he stepped towards the windows and looked outside, his mind wandering. Apparently the umbilical cord had wrapped around the baby’s throat, threatening to kill it. Nothing the doctors couldn’t take care of with a c-section. Still, not being by your side made Baekhyun nervous and he paced around the room.

Baekhyun had no idea how much time passed when nurses pushed your bed into the room again - one of them carrying the baby wrapped up in fabrics. “The operation was successful without complications. She should wake up soon. Also your baby is a healthy little baby girl.” The nurse walked over to Baekhyun and held it out for him, basically pushing the baby into his arms.

“Not a boy?” He asked, confused, remembering how you always talked about having a boy.

The nurse chuckled softly and shook her head, leaving him with the baby in his arms and your unconscious state in the room.

Baekhyun swallowed harshly and walked over to your bed, caressing your cheek and pushing some strands of hair behind your ear. You looked so peaceful like this.

The baby stirred in his arm and Baekhyun begrudgingly turned his attention away from you and towards the baby, staring down at the small being. It made soft sounds - as if it was waking up from a deep slumber - and opened its eyes, pupils dilating and shrinking rapidly until it finally focused on his face.

“She got your eyes”, Baekhyun murmured, unable to tear his gaze away from the baby.

~~~

Baekhyun sighed deeply and closed his eyes before he turned his head away from the baby. When he opened them again, he looked at your form. Baekhyun caressed your cheek again, a fond smile on his lips. He soaked the moment in for another second before he walked out of the room and towards the nearest nurse.

“We’re ready to put her up for adoption now”, he stated, emotionless, seeing the eyes of the nurse widening momentarily. He placed the baby in her arms and stepped away, crossing his arms in front of his chest. “Where are the forms I need to fill out?” Baekhyun followed the nurse to the information desk, ignoring her uncertain gazes. She stayed next to him while he wrote down all the information, making sure to check the box to stay anonymous, since he didn’t want a teenager knocking at his door in a few years. “Also”, he spoke up as he signed the form, “make sure nobody talks about the baby in front of her. The decision was hard enough as it is.” With one last stern look towards the nurse until she nodded, Baekhyun left her standing there and walked back to your room.

After he closed the door behind you, he sat down on a chair next to your bed, prepping his elbows on his legs and letting his head rest on his hands.

“Baekhyun?” You turned your head and looked at him, dread spreading through your body as you saw his form. “Where…?” You closed your mouth and swallowed, feeling your throat closing from fear.

Baekhyun’s head shot up and he immediately pushed himself from his seat, hurrying over to you and grabbing your hands. He kissed your knuckles with a relieved sigh. “I’m so sorry”, he whispered and squeezed your hands.

“No”, you shook your head, tears blurring your vision, “no, no, no, no.” Sobs interrupted you. Pain teared at your heart, the only thing grounding you now being Baekhyun, who leaned over your body and hugged you tightly, letting you cry into his shoulders.

“I’m here for you”, Baekhyun murmured as he caressed the back of your head, careful you wouldn’t move too much. “I’m here, darling. I’ll always stay with you. Nothing will change that.”

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[baggedbloodandmilk]

Yo so imma start using this platform to just idk briefly talk about my stories on ao3/quotev/wattpad so Ehe

ao3: bagged_blood

quotev: Gemiii12556

wattpad: thingfinity

As of current times, I have 0 stories posted on wattpad (I had some posted but I unpublished them so I could rewrite them) and 2 stories posted on both ao3 and quotev + an additional collab story on ao3

I take requests but i dont update as often as id like to cause school’s a fucking ass (sunday’s ur best bet ngl)

Stories I’ve posted:

- Herbs & Heroes (TP Link x Herbalist!reader)

- Lost & Found (skull kid!OoC Link x reader)

- The Inconvenience Store (multiple kpop idols but not an x reader)

Stories I’ve yet to post:

- William James Moriarty x Professor!reader

- William James Moriarty x Seamstress!reader x Sherlock Holmes

- Sunshine (Jung Hoseok x reader)

- Ghosted (TXT x reader)

- Byun Baekhyun x reader x Lee Taeyong

- Slice of Life (NCT x reader)

- The Lies We Share (Lee Felix x reader x Han Jisung)

Stories I’ve created plots for but never got the time to actually proceed with the idea:

- multiple I can’t even list them all

Also I tend to write yandere more than anything so if the relationship moves too fast or feels… not right just know it’s unintentional and I’m tryin my best to write anything but yandere…

Anyways yeah please look forward to my shit ig lmao

<3

[tiaragqueen]

Can i ask for yandere!Baekhyun when the reader disappears before he gets to confess or kidnap her? Like, he gets obsessed with her after they meet each other and its up to you if she knows that theres something wrong with him or not and if he meets her again years later or not. Sorry if its confusing.

Last Resort

Well, I think I made the MC a little sassier than I’ve intended her to be…

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“Sometimes your closest friend is your greatest enemy.” - Jason Fong

The picture sat on the nightstand, reminding Baekhyun of the bittersweet memories he used to share with you.

It wasn’t your fault, honestly. You only wanted to achieve your dream, and the opportunity just so happened to present itself in another country. Therefore, it wouldn’t be strange if you took it. You were an independent woman, after all. You’d saved plenty of money for this kind of thing, and you were more than ready to leave this exhausting life behind. He had no doubt that you could adapt to the new environment very well.

However, just because he acknowledged your adaptation skills, it didn’t mean that he was as ready as you were.

Of course, as his best friend, you’d reassured him many times before that you wouldn’t ‘neglect’ him. That you wouldn’t forget to text and call him once in a while. Baekhyun merely nodded, a bit satisfied with the alternative way after he’d begged you to stay, yet disappointed nonetheless. How could he not? He’d tried so hard to make you understand that departing wasn’t the right choice, and you would be safe in Korea instead.

But you were stubborn, saying that you would definitely survive. You also added that that country had a low criminality percentage. Obviously, he wasn’t convinced. Criminals existed everywhere, and a dumb statistic meant nothing if the possibility of you getting hurt was still present.

That, and because he feared that he wouldn’t be able to confess his true feelings for you had something terrible befall you.

So, Baekhyun tried to offer some job vacancies he’d searched day and night from various sources, online or newspaper. You didn’t know about his efforts – about how far he was willing to force you to stay – and snapped at him. You’d told him that you’d expected him to be glad with the news you’d brought; that you finally had a chance to live the life you’ve been wanting. You were terribly upset, and left with a huff.

The pain of witnessing you lashing out stung more than seeing your bright smile when you bounded up to him to announce the unexpected news.

Baekhyun persisted, however, and visited your apartment that afternoon. He’d planned on confessing as the last option, but it was clear that luck wasn’t on his side these past few days.

Your apartment was empty, saved from the basic furniture. There was barely any sign of existence in there. The closet was barren from your clothes, the bed slowly losing your natural smell, the floor was a bit dusty from the lack of proper cleaning. Heck, even the fridge was vacant from the snacks and beverage you’d regularly stocked to consume during midnight. The tick-tock of the clock remained as the only sound left in the living room. It was like you simply vanished from the face of Earth.

Now, he could handle your temper. He was your friend, after all. But this? Baekhyun ain’t taking none of your shit.

Gritting his teeth, he kicked the lone chair like a child throwing a tantrum and returned to his house. Baekhyun didn’t want to have to resort to this; he’d wished you would come to your own understanding. However, your disappearance gave him no reason to prolong the inevitable any further.

“Is she here now?”

The burly guard bowed. “Yes, she’s currently in the basement.” he replied in a raspy voice.

Baekhyun nodded and dismissed him with a flick of his hand. After the guard left, Baekhyun glanced at the photo frame on the nightstand. You were facing the camera and gave a peace sign, while he grinned with one arm slung around your shoulders. The sparkles in your eyes were visible as you beamed, something that he would never got tired of watching.

Smiling, Baekhyun turned his back and headed to the basement. He could already picture your clueless and shocked self of being awaken in a strange place, bounded in a chair.

And true to his mental image, you were sitting on a chair with ropes wrapped around your stomach and hands. Your eyes lit up immediately at his arrival as you wriggled, eager to have him releasing you. Baekhyun clicked his tongue, yet you were too absorbed in your little joy moment to notice.

“Baekhyun!” you beamed once he ripped open the black duck tape that plastered your lips. “Oh, thank God you’re here. Some men dressed in black knocked me out and brought me here! I was so scared… Can you take off these ropes, please?”

The hopeful request fell into blind ear as he held the golden pendant near your cleavage and inspected it.

“How beautiful,” he said absent-mindedly. “From who?”

“Oh, ah, it’s from Yoongi.”

Baekhyun froze, unconsciously squeezing the necklace in the process. “Yoongi…?”

You nodded, a bit confused with his sudden drop of mood. “He went abroad during my birthday, so he gave me that instead. A late birthday gift, he said.”

“Who is he?” When he heard you hum questioningly, he rephrased his inquiry. “Who is he to you?”

“A friend.”

“Friend?” he sneered. “I thought I was your friend.”

Now, your confusion grew to consternation. “What? Of course you are! I–” you stopped mid-sentence and narrowed your eyes. “Wait, do you think I only have you as my friend?”

Baekhyun remained quiet, eliciting a scoff from you due to his ridiculous yet perplexing naivety.

“Honestly, Baekhyun. How antisocial do you think I am? Of course, I have other friends. It’s not just you.”

Each word you spat out sent daggers into his heart, but he refused to surrender. Not when he finally had you where he wanted you to.

“So, you betrayed me.” he concluded.

“Huh? The hell are you talking about, Baekhyun? Just because I have other friends, doesn’t mean I betrayed you. Don’t be so possessive.”

Baekhyun dropped his head and mumbled, “That’s the thing, [Name]. I don’t want to be your friend anymore.”

“Oh, so you wanna cut off our friendship because I befriended other people? Fine by me. At least, you’ve proven yourself that you’re toxic. The trash finally get rid of itself, huh?”

“No!” he growled, angry at your cluelessness and low opinion of him. How dare you thinking that he was toxic? And a trash, too? He loved you more than those so-called friends, especially that bastard Yoongi. He could buy you any jewelry you wanted at any price. You just needed to say the word. “I love you, [Name]! I’ve been wanting to tell you that, but instead, you came up to me and told me that you’re gonna leave soon. Heck, you even disappeared to that bastard Yoongi! Well, that just won’t do.”

“What?!” You reeled back in shock, eyes widened the size of a saucer. “Wait. So, this is about my departure? Goodness, Baekhyun. I think we’ve over this discussion already.” The epiphany dawned on you the longer you stared at his muddled irises. “Don’t tell me you’re the one who ordered those men to kidnap me…”

“So, what? Why does it matter? You’re mine, anyway. I can do anything to you.”

You scowled. Oh, the urge to strangle him had never been this strong before. “Don’t pretend to be dumb, Baekhyun. You can get in prison for kidnapping an innocent. And what the fuck with this sudden ‘mine’ thing?! I’ve never agreed to be yours, or anyone for that matter. I belong to myself! Not you, nor anyone. Nobody!”

“Oh, well. I guess I have to prove that to you, then.” Baekhyun ripped the pendant from your neck and turned to the guards that had been standing silently in the dark corners.

Your heart started to thump at his ominous tone. “What are you gonna do, Baekhyun?” When he didn’t reply, you lurched forward and yelled. “Oi, answer me!”

“Something that I should’ve done a long time ago.” He blinked, face devoid of any emotion. “Guards, get rid of Yoongi and bring back his head.”

The guards merely bowed despite your pleas and screams and went to do their mission.

“Baekhyun, what the fuck are you doing?! You couldn’t just ordered them to kill someone. That’s a crime!”

“It’s not a crime if you do it secretly.” he explained solemnly and peered over his shoulder. “Besides, we have to eliminate any witness. Wouldn’t want them to report us to the police, right? That, and because he’d touched you. It’s a crime in itself, you know?”

You gaped, clearly loss of words. Where was the sweetheart Baekhyun you’ve come to know all these years? Where did he go? Who was this man? What happened to him?

“If only you surrendered willingly, [Name], then perhaps I wouldn’t have to resort to this option. But you never gave me a chance, anyway. Why should I wait any longer?”

[baekluvie]

obsession | chapter 5 

pairing: reader x baekhyun

word count: 10k

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

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

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

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

viewer discretion is advised

playlist for this chapter:

cupid - baekhyun pov

monster - baekhyun pov

where is my mind - y/n pov

all eyes on me - y/n pov

s&m - both

earned it - both

(a/n): hi guys it's been a while since i updated. i can't explain how sorry i am because of that. luckily i'm back to writing again at a faster pace, and i'm so excited to share this next chapter with you guys. i truly hope you guys enjoy it, and like always, replies are open. please send me messages, requests, your thoughts! always appreciated! reblog and like as it really helps me out. have fun reading!

Baekhyun's POV

There was only one thing that Baekhyun could think about while he watched the body bag being lifted from the ground and outside the door; and to put it simply, you. 

There was almost something completely different about you, the way you pushed a strand of hair behind your ear as you spoke to your higher up, putting on a little show filled with waterfalls of tears and a quivering cupid's bow. He didn't leave his place off the sofa, a paramedic slowly examining him and asking him questions every now and then. They handed him an ice pack for now, later on they'll do a better investigation of his wounds. 

But in all honesty, Baekhyun was fine. He was actually thriving, he had never felt this good in his entire life. Because in just a few steps ahead of him in the dingy apartment that once held three bodies instead of a dozen, the love of his life was lying for him. Doing his dirty work for him, without even having to find out who he really was; what he was capable of doing for...you. 

There was a falter in the feelings however, maybe he wanted you to know. And maybe you would come to accept him, regardless of how devout he was for you. You'd like his worship for you, the way he'd bend and bow down to your every single need. But there was the crashing impending anxiety that there was the slim, chance that you wouldn't want him anymore. And Baekhyun could never have that. 

So he ignores the medical attention as he watches you pace back towards him, Sehun trailing right behind her. He gives him a curt nod, but just as quickly as he greeted him, he diverted his attention to his phone. Baekhyun bites back the chuckle that's trying to crawl out from his throat, the passing thought of using his friend's name at the front desk... He wondered what kind of trouble he got in for that. 

But here you are, smiling down at him, concern painted all over your features. You crouch, your knees hitting the wooden floors, and Baekhyun has to calm his heart from skipping too fast. You brush your fingers along his bloodied forehead, and for a quick moment, it feels like just the two of you there. And how he longed... for that. Of course, the sweet moment of you killing the woman was short lived, as he had to calm you down and convince you of the plan you'd have to go with. 

Which was quite impressive, Baekhyun applauded himself. Especially since his horniness mixed with comforting you was kind of weird, it was too hard to think of anything when you were holding a bloody knife you had just plummeted into someone's chest. He couldn't decide if he wanted to fuck you right then and there or kiss your tears away. 

Of course, he went with the latter. 

He convinced you to speak with your boss, Junmyeon. Tell him that you received a distress call from Jihyo, to whom you kept in close contact since you both, lost someone very dear to you. You mended the relationship and kept tabs on one another, her depending more on you than her, considering you were the cop. So you hurried over, and to your shock, you opened the door and found her dead, sadly. So sad. 

Baekhyun cleared his throat, attempting to settle down the rising excitement that was building inside of him. He readjusted his gaze into your eyes again, and you gave him a sweet, adorning smile. He loved that look you gave, something that made him feel safe, and vulnerable with you. He didn't want anyone else but you, and tonight convinced him of that. He was sure of what he had to do, and he couldn't help but hum a short tune to himself, listening to what you were saying. 

"I think we should get back home. But before I come over, I'm going to stop by the station-" 

Baekhyun stilled, a piercing feeling stabbing through his heart. He dared to lick his lips, looking past you now, staring directly at Junmyeon. He spoke, not once stopping from staring at your boss. 

"Now why would you need to do that?" 

You faltered for a second, but you recouped and straightened your posture. 

"I- They need me to file a report of what happened. Because I found the body." 

Baekhyun flickered back to you, cocking his head to the side, his tongue poking the inside of his cheek. He could still taste the metallic, dull taste of blood. 

"Honey, we all know you could do that tomorrow. You're tired, aren't you? Let me talk to your boss for you." 

Before you could let out a single word, Baekhyun tossed the ice pack on the couch cushion, standing up. He rolled the sleeves of his hoodie past his forearms, approaching the man who was commanding you, to do something you didn't even want to do. He could already imagine the things he would do to this man, the way he'd strangle and watch him fight for his means of survival-

"Baekhyun. Good to see you." 

Baekhyun snapped out of his intrusive thoughts, pulling out a face that displayed orderliness and discomfort. 

"Jun, right? I wouldn't say it's good to see you under these circumstances." He laughed it off, but as he watched Junmyeon turn to face him completely now, he could feel a strange aura he's never known before. 

Junmyeon's facial features seem to glitch out, one moment not changing, the other moment his eyes are scrunched into crescent moons, his lips peeling to form a smile. He pats Baekhyun's shoulder, and the man almost stumbles to the side from the sheer amount of force that was put into the 'friendly' gesture. 

"What the hell, sure. You can call me Jun. Chanyeol... you guys are friends right-" 

"I was just honestly hoping you'd let Y/N take the night off. I don't think she would particularly be jumping in excitement to tell her testimony of another suicide that's been etched into her life. Be a little... I don't know," Baekhyun brings his hand up to grip Junmyeon's arm, squeezing, tighter, and tighter... "Be a useful person? A good boss?" 

The two don't say anything for a beat. Just the clutter of people around them getting photos and searching for anything to submit to the police station. Junmyeon doesn't peel away Baekhyun's grasp on him, and that actually made Baekhyun falter in his action. He despised the way this man didn't seem to be weary of him... the pure and disgusting fact that Junmyeon seemed to be radiating an energy he didn't know because...

Well, it reminded him of himself. 

The pure rage that was kept hidden from others, the mischievous and always racing mind. How silent he was even though he could be so loud to Baekhyun, his words alone were enough to fill the emptiness of Baekhyun's bitterness towards him, making him full; making him want to throw up. So he drops his hand, and Junmyeon watches his slender fingers drop from his arm, back to Baekhyun's side. He clicks his tongue, reaching into his pocket and pulling out a lighter. 

He takes a step towards Baekhyun, and before he could even react to it, Junmyeon brings his hand to grip the other's neck, pushing his head past Jun's shoulders. Baekhyun widens his eyes as he does nothing but stands still, waiting to see what his next move is. 

He hears the lighter being swung open and closed, once... twice... three times. A fourth time before he actually opens his mouth and speaks into Baekhyun's ear. 

"I don't fucking like you. I want you to stay away from Y/N." 

Baekhyun freezes, unsure of what to do. He was considerably... in a room filled with cops. There wasn't really anything he could do, so he had to submit to the harsh words the man in front of him whispered into his ear. He gritted his teeth together, his hand forming into a fist. Junmyeon speaks again before he released his grip on him. 

"I'm onto you." 

Baekhyun doesn't even dare to speak, his frame that was once confident was now just an empty shell of uneasiness. Junmyeon smiled at him, the small lines around his lips raising up, a fake facade that he displayed so well. He pushed past him, leaving Baekhyun to stand in place, not moving. He didn't quite know what he should plan to do; killing him seemed like the practical move. But then again, he'd be going against a friend of Chanyeol's. Your boss, who seemingly had a soft spot for you. If he was going to go through with it, he'd have to make sure he would do a good fucking job of cleaning the mess up. 

"Baekhyun?" He felt your soft, small hand reach his shoulder, rubbing circles into his skin. 

He sighed and closed his eyes, masking his anger with a plastic, superficial smirk. He turned around, resting his eyes on you. You looked distressed, and for a moment Baekhyun had forgotten about you, too absorbed in what just occurred to him just a couple seconds ago. But here you were again, back in his life, making his heart swell, his stomach twist and turn. He wouldn't forget about tonight, what you did for him. He places his hand over yours, bringing it towards his lips, kissing your bare skin and holding it against his cheek. You blushed. 

"Let's go home." He muttered out. 

You gave him a side smile, something like hesitation before you spoke. But you quickly covered it up by pushing your lips together in a tight line and nodding. 

"O-of course. I'll just tell Junmyeon that I'll go in tomorrow to report about tonight." 

He nodded, glad with your decision to stay with him tonight. So he walked with you as you approached the bitch of a man you called your boss, savoring the expression as he realized that you wouldn't be going in tonight. He scrunched up his eyebrows, shaking his head slightly as he let out a confused chuckle. 

"I know that I told you that you shouldn't come to work, Y/N, but this is important. Someone died tonight. You were the only person she came into contact with before she killed herself." 

You bit your lip, Baekhyun observed. He doesn't give it much of a reaction, moreso since Junmyeon was watching him like a hawk. He sides eyes you, watching as you gulp before opening your lips to speak once again. 

"I really need to rest. Maybe sleep this off. I promise I'll come in tomorrow. Just- don't pressure me into this. Please, Myeonnie." 

Baekhyun twitches as he hears the nickname you uttered from your lips. 

Junmyeon sighs as his eyes dart from you to him. He pauses and places his hands on his hips, not sure of what to say. After a couple of seconds and some shuffling of feet, he just nods grudgingly. He brings up his lighter that was encompassed within his palm, raising it to view the both of you. 

"Let me walk to your car. But promise me one thing." 

You looked at Baekhyun, an unsure smile creeping on your face. You looked back at your boss, unsure of what he meant. 

"And what's that?" You asked shakily. 

Junmyeon reached into his back pocket, and for a second Baekhyun's senses feared that he was going to pull a gun out, maybe. So he steps in front of you, and Junmyeon flashes him a weird stare. He shakes his head slightly as he continues to pull out something from his pocket. Baekhyun sighs in relief as he sees what it was. 

Junmyeon scoffed, "I didn't know you were so against smoking. I promise it won't hurt her," The man laughs a little, drifting the cigarette box in the air, "You can join in too." 

The ride in the elevator was probably the most awkward situation Baekhyun had been placed in for a while. Considering he's murdered multiple girlfriend's and had to lump their dead bodies in a ditch or... you know mutilate them. Those were pretty awkward. But this? Riding in a silent elevator with tension brewing between all three of them? It could take the cake. 

He doesn't miss the eyes of the receptionist glaring at his body, and he chooses to respond by very obviously holding your hand suddenly. You gave him a look, following his eyes towards the woman behind the desk, and he heard you giggle ever so slightly, tightening your hand with his and swinging it carelessly. That pretty much confirmed to Baekhyun that even though you murdered someone, you could still find happiness in small things like that. And that- well that was a good sign. The brightest green flag in his book. 

Junmyeon walked the both of you to his car, pulling a cigarette from the small white box with his teeth. He swiftly pulls out a light, and Baekhyun watches as the fire slowly lit up the small stick, a small puff of smoke being blown into the night. Junmyeon takes another long inhale before he offers it to you; to which you grab it in a heartbeat. 

He watches as you take a small tuff, then another. He's impressed by how much you could actually burn off that shit, but he doesn't want to mention it here. Not with Junmyeon around. So he looks the head of the police station in the eye, giving him a smug smile. There was no warmth rewarded by that, instead he was just met with a cold, disapproving look. 

"Y/N, how long have you been seeing our little friend here?" Junmyeon takes the cigarette that was dangling from your hand, tapping the end, letting the debris fall from the end of it. 

"Well-" 

Baekhyun doesn't let you respond, instead he interjects, reaching his hand to grab the stick from the other's hand. 

"We've been talking for a while now. Why, you her father or something?" 

He puffs his chest out, placing his left arm around your shoulder, pulling you into his chest. You don't say anything, which Baekhyun liked, and simply leaned into his touch. It felt nice to be with someone who wasn't so loud all the time; just accepted when Baekhyun would take the lead. 

Junmyeon watched Baekhyun as he took a long, needed, smoke. He sticks his tongue into the side of his cheek, looking back at his car and letting his body rest against it. He replies sarcastically, 

"A friend, actually. Who cares about her." 

Baekhyun coughs slightly, the jealousy rising in his chest, the neverending thoughts of how he wanted to kill this man overpouring into his mind. He takes another long drag before he notices he reached the butt of the cigarette, throwing it on the ground and crushing it beneath his shoe. He grinds it into the road, his eyebrow twitching as he licks his lips at Junmyeon. 

"Yeah? Well maybe you should act more like her boss. You know someone who doesn't have to inquire about their subordinates' love life? I ain't ever heard of a boss who was so persistent in knowing about it... unless?" He lets the question dangle in the air for a moment, watching Junmyeon cross his arms against his chest. 

You still don't say anything, but you suddenly gripped his inner thigh. Maybe that was a sign for him to stop, to not egg on your boss. But Baekhyun was on a roll now, and the more he connected the dots in his head, the more everything suddenly made sense to him. So he pushes your hand away, even though he really loved having it there, and took a few strides towards the man in question. 

Junmyeon doesn't change his expression, doesn't even seem nervous or anxious. Which made Baekhyun seethe with anger even more. He eyes Baekhyun up and down, not giving Baekhyun anything to work with; usually men would at least acknowledge the violent nature of his words and withdraw from the situation. But him? Nothing. 

"And what would that be, Byun Baekhyun?" 

He freezes. 

God, did he want to slam this guy's face into the car window, watching his blood smear against the glass. Maybe he would give him a couple of hard earned kicks to his legs, making him crumble to the ground. He'd grab him by his hair, savoring the image of blood dripping on his face. All he wanted to do was to fucking kill-

"Baekhyun. Let's go." 

Ah yes. The voice of reasoning. The reason why he lived. Right. He couldn't do anything suspicious in front of you. He'd be playing right into Junmyeon's hands. He turns back to face you. You looked beautiful; the blood still staining your face, your eyes that had no competition to the stars in the sky, glimmered at him. 

You reach your hand out towards him, and he gingerly takes it. He doesn't bother looking back at the man behind him, just looks at your face and takes in the beauty that was gifted to him, and him only. You place a hand on the small of his back, ushering him forward. 

"Go to your car and head back. I'll follow you." You whispered angelically to him. He swallows his pride and cocks his head to the side, his tongue going over the teeth in his mouth before he blinks and offers you a bullshit smile. 

Just as he takes a step without you to his car, he pauses as he hears you clear your throat. 

"Junmyeon. Please do not interfere in my life from now on. I'm fully capable of handling things on my own. I don't need you to stand up for me... or... look out for me. I can tell when I'm being manipulated. I've been through that with Kyungsoo. I just finally realized what I deserve. And if that means being with Baekhyun... well. Don't stay up worrying about me." 

Baekhyun could feel the uneasiness floating from his body into the night sky, just like the smoke from the cigarette did. He knew, he fucking knew, that you were the one. Sure, you had said you would know what manipulation looked like; but instead you chose not to see it in him. You weren't stupid, not at all. Maybe he downplayed you, hell, he definitely did, judging from what happened. The thought of his mother grazed in his thoughts then, but just as quickly as it entered, he shoved it right out. 

He turns around, not thinking really. He places his hands on your shoulders and whips you to face him, and he ducks his head down so he could place his lips on yours. You're frozen, your lips not moving against his, but after a small squeeze he gave you, you snap back to life, your lips synchronizing with his. He closed his eyes at first, but slowly opened them to stare right at Junmyeon. 

He deepens the kiss, gently biting your bottom lip, tugging on it so his tongue could melt with yours. He doesn't miss the slight disgust on your boss's face, and he doesn't dismiss the way his cock was slowly growing in his pants. He grabs your right hand, placing it on his hard bulge, and he delights in himself as you don't rip your hand away. Instead you start to grip it in your curious hand, and Baekhyun lets a small moan rip from his throat. Junmyeon doesn't do anything, just looks absentmindedly, his adam's apple bobbing up and down. 

And that's exactly what Baekhyun wanted. To confirm his suspicions against him; he liked you. That was the only plausible reason why he was so on guard, the way he immediately let Baekhyun know how much he disliked him. It all made sense. Of course, Baekhyun knew he was playing a dangerous game being with someone like you. You were beautiful, courageous, independent and strong. Anyone would sway at your feet just the way he did. But the one thing that he had what others didn't? 

He was a real man. He would do what others only imagined of doing. 

He lets a string of saliva drip down his chin as he pulls away from you, watching your half lidded eyes flutter open, a small pout replacing the bliss you had. He smiles whole heartedly at you now, a genuine smile, and he gives you a small peck before he grabs your hand and leads you to your own car this time. 

Baekhyun watched as you slid into your car, waited until you started it up before speaking. 

"I'm just going to say goodbye to your boss. Once I'm done I want you to follow me back home, okay?" 

He softly places his fingers underneath your chin, and your eyes submissively agree. You didn't need to say anything to him, you were completely under his total control. As he nodded and tapped the hood of your car, he suddenly felt your hand on his arm. He peers back to you, your body squirming as he looks deeply into your eyes. 

"I... I can help with that when we get back to your place." 

Your round eyes looked down slowly, and Baekhyun bites his bottom lip so hard he's sure he was just seconds away from drawing blood. His boner was presenting quite proudly, and he wasn't ashamed of it either. He reaches down and gives you a kiss on the cheek, removing your hand from his arm and once again, placing it on his needy cock. Baekhyun places his lips on your right ear, licking it gently before he spoke. 

"You've been such a good girl. I want you to take off your underwear and give it to me." 

He doesn't stutter once, making sure his request was filled with confidence. You blink a couple of times at him, and Baekhyun waits, letting his hand grip your embrace you had on his shaft. He eyes your legs, raising his eyebrows daringly. 

"I- right now?" You whisper, your voice shaking. He could see your legs trembling, rubbing against one another. He looks back at your face now, his mouth hanging open, his head nodding quickly. 

"Right now." He moves your hand up and down now, and the built up frustration is evident now, he could feel his member pulsating under your simple touch. You don't say a word, maintaining eye contact with him as you bring your left hand to disappear under your garment. Baekhyun doesn't miss a single moment of this, watching as you etch down a pair of black lacy underwear off your legs. You pause a moment, letting your pretty fabric hang in your hand loosely. 

"What are you going to do with this?" You sound more cocky now, and Baekhyun was getting off to this more than anything. He brings his hand to grab it, raising it to his face. He takes a small inhale of your scent, and he wishes that he could have you right then. He loves that you don't seem weirded out by this action, you seem to be just as into it as he is. 

He lets it linger near his nose a moment more before he stuffs into his front pocket. 

"I'm going to bury myself in your fucking scent until we get home. Is that okay?" 

Of course it's okay. It would have to be okay, because Baekhyun wouldn't be able to survive without it. Plus, he wanted to do something else with it, but that didn't have to be brought to light right now. You nodded, a small smile erupting on your face. He takes the time to kiss you again before he finally shuts your door close. 

Now, he could finally do what he's been thinking about this entire time. 

He slowly approached your boss who was still leaning on his vehicle, another cigarette placed between his lips. Junmyeon did nothing as Baekhyun accompanied him by his side, just glared at him with a knowing hatred. 

"Do you want to know something?" Baekhyun whispered quietly, keeping a smile plastered on his face knowing that you were looking at the both of them. He couldn't have you worry about what was going to come next. 

Junmyeon muttered sharply, "And what is that?" 

Baekhyun pushed himself from off the car, his back facing your view of him. He shoved his hand back into the front pocket, fishing out the pair of underwear you had gracefully gifted him. He brings it up, not breaking his eye contact with the man, taking a deep inhale of you. Junmyeon hitches for a second, shifting his weight to the side as the smoke from his cigarette stutters into the wind. 

Baekhyun smirks at this, happy to see him fazed; even if it was only this once. He could lap up the awkwardness he was radiating right now, craving to see it even more. So he takes it a step further, and places his tongue on the garment, letting his mouth taste you, sweet, unrelenting, you. He would have to stop this action since Junmyeon would rip it from his hand, his nose flaring, the knuckles of his fist around your underwear turning a stark white. He looms over Baekhyun, his eyes darting from him and then obviously to your car. He bites his lip in frustration, not sure of what to do. 

"Just what the fuck, are you trying to accomplish here?" He bluntly questioned. 

Baekhyun rolls his eyes, tapping his foot. He brings his hands up in the air, being a tease. 

"You can lie to Y/N all you want. Fuck, you could lie to any single person you want. But me?" 

He retrieves the underwear from him in one swift move, then steadying himself right in front of his face. He brings it up once again, but this time, shoves it right under the man's nose. He quickly shoves his hand away, his eyebrows scrunching up in anger; his demeanor trying to muster someone of confidence, but failing beautifully. 

Baekhyun clicked his tongue as he backed away. 

"You can't fucking lie to me." 

Junmyeon gapes for a moment. 

"Y-you're crazy." 

Baekhyun laughs this time, clutching his stomach. His head bobs as he regains his sanity, and he lifts his fingers to pinch his bottom lip. 

"Who knows? Maybe I am. But you can't do anything about it, can you? Stay the fuck," He switches his once giddy expression to one more deadly,

"away from Y/N. If I even so hear, your fucking name from her mouth?" 

He lets his body go limp, his arms dangling at his sides. His eyes stay dark and stoic on Junmyeon. 

"I'll fucking ruin your life." 

Since there was nothing said from Junmyeon, Baekhyun took it as him getting the final word. He gave him a quick wave, a small smile, and started to head back to his own vehicle. He flashes his sight on you, and to his comfort, you didn't seem suspecting of anything that had gone on. 

So he lumps his tired body into the car, tossing the car keys into the passenger seat. He readjusts his mirrors, carefully looking into the night. There was a wave of security that washed over him now, something that he liked to savor and keep in his memories when it did actually occur. His doubts, his worries, even insecurities. They seemed to dissipate just like the smoke from the cigarettes that were smoked. 

"Let's take this feeling and go with it, huh, Baekhyun?" He eyed himself, a soft smile etching on his face. 

-

Y/N's POV

You don't know why you did it. Don't know why you went along with it; this indescribable feeling of remorse and disgust with yourself.  As you drove into the night, following behind Baekhyun, you tried to question everything, tried to make sense of the whole ordeal. 

If there was something you were bad at, it was probably lying. Most importantly, lying to yourself. No matter how many times you replayed the grotesque murder that you did, there was no hiding the true emotions that bled right through your skin, right into your heart. 

You enjoyed it. 

You could play it off as self defense, maybe. Say that she was the one who had you with a knife at your throat, not your boyfriend- your acquaintance. That was still something you were trying to wrap your head around as well. Thinking of Baekhyun as your partner, your boyfriend... your... essentially, partner in crime, wasn't something that you enjoyed per say. 

He was handsome. Charismatic. Charming. And he was the only person that was there for you throughout this whole mess. He was the only person that understood you, truly. There wasn't anything that could tear you away from him now. Considering he was the one who witnessed the crime you committed, you were kind of bound to keep him in your life. And that wasn't necessarily a bad thing either. 

Those feelings you had, the way he looked at you. He was soft spoken, almost seemingly put under a spell when he was with you. You liked that, alot. The way he was submissive under your touch, the way he absorbed your every word that you spoke. Baekhyun was different. You didn't quite know what it was about him. Maybe it was the money, the way he lived a luxurious life yet kept it on the down low. That was certainly a shock, finding out he was the creator of the infamous Prive. 

Or maybe it really was the way he paid attention to you and your needs. Kyungsoo was attentive when he wanted to be, but Baekhyun actually made you feel like you were being heard. It almost felt like he could read your mind at some times, and even though a person would be turned off by that... you didn't. You liked how at times he can be aggressive with his attraction towards you. It almost drove you crazy. 

You blinked, lost in your thoughts. You realized you were literally right outside his house. 

Baekhyun hadn't gotten out of his car yet, so you quickly tried to compose yourself in your own vehicle. You put it in park, grabbing your keys out from the ignition. You flicked on your light, peering into the mirror and grasping your reflection. 

You looked drained. 

Your makeup didn't last that long, which was highly disappointing. You spent so much money on those products to not do what they advertised. Well, if you thought about it a little more, the advertisement didn't state that the product would last through a night of killing someone. You shake your head and slap your cheeks, leaving a rosy glow from where you hit it. Your dark circles were starting to come out again, and the faint splatter of crimson stained your skin. You tried to rub it off with your finger, but to no avail, it stayed put. You sighed to yourself, pushing your hair to the side. You turned off your light, grabbed your keys, and looked outside to see where Baekhyun was. 

You pause as you see that his car lights were turned off, and as you stared harder, you could see that his silhouette was longer sitting in the front seat. You frown at that, wondering if he had already gone inside. Maybe he was disgusted by you. Having to cover up for you, standing up to your boss. It was a lot, and you didn't take it for granted. But you also understood if he didn't want anything to do with you-

"Y/N?" 

You let out an alarming squeal, your hands sputtering to grab your wheel as you look to the left side of you, outside the glass window. 

Baekhyun stood patiently, not acknowledging your stunned response to him spooking you. He continued to smile, his finger tapping the glass. You take a deep breath before you let your hands fall from the steering wheel, laughing softly to yourself as you open the car door. 

"You scared the shit out of me." You laugh nervously as he grabs your small frame from out of the car. 

He looks at you worried, and you raise your hand up to playfully punch his arm. 

"It's okay though. I'm fine now." 

He blinks, then flashes his perfect smile at you. 

"I'm sorry. I thought you saw me get out of my car." 

You shake your head, closing the door behind you and locking it. 

"I guess I was too busy thinking. Sorry." 

You begin to walk, but he stops you in your tracks. You turn to meet his brown eyes. You pucker your lip, letting your tongue feel how dry and cracked they were. You give him a concerned look. 

"What is it?" 

He does a double take, opening his mouth once, but shuts it again. He breathes in deeply, closing his eyes before he speaks. 

"I want you to know that I will always protect you. You have nothing to worry about. If you're thinking that I don't want to see you anymore, you're thinking like a lunatic." 

You frown at the wording. 

"I... killed-" 

He abruptly places his hand over your mouth. You give him wide eyes, but he shakes his head as he gritted his teeth together and started to move your body towards his home. He brings his lips to your ear, and you feel yourself shiver at his slight touch. 

"Do not... say anything like that. You don't know who could be listening." 

Now that got you worried. 

You continue to let him push you inside his house, and you bring your weak legs to walk into the living room. You do a once over of the grand failed dinner date, the candles were no longer lit, the aura of the home felt small, considering how massive it was. You decided to sit down on the couch, crossing your legs together and bringing your arms to do the same. You waited until Baekhyun locked the door and put down some of his things. 

"Y/N, you have to be careful about what you say. You can't just confess something like that." 

Baekhyun sits across from you now, his legs spread apart, his hands formed together, fingers interlocking with one another. You bite your lip, looking away from the perfect view that was so close to you. You snuggle into the cushion, and the thought of plummeting a knife into Jihyo flashes within your eyes. 

You don't give it any reaction. 

"Baekhyun... Can I tell you something?" 

He gets up from his spot, walking over and sitting right next to you. He grasps your hands in his, and he gives you those somber puppy eyes. 

"Anything." 

You almost don't want to say it. You don't want to admit this to him. This was something so horrible, so... evil, and you had no way of gauging how he would react to it. You had no way of knowing, considering you didn't even really know him. But you felt like you had to for some reason; like if you didn't end up telling him, he would eventually pull it out of you. 

So you do. 

"I don't feel bad about killing her, Baekhyun. I- I... feel good about it. And please-" You stand up, thrashing the hand holding away from you, not wanting to look him in the eyes, "Don't just bullshit me and say it's okay. Because it's fucking not. I fucking killed someone and I... I liked it. You don't have to see me anymore, I understand. You can even tell Junmyeon that I did it, I just don't think I can live with myself knowing that I feel happy that she's gone." 

You don't want to look back, you were too afraid to see how he would react to your confession. Your skin felt dirty, you looked down at your hands, the faint red splattered on them engraving into it like a tattoo; a reminder. You were a monster, a fucking abomination- 

"I don't care." 

His voice echoed in his large living room, the words bouncing off the walls, straight into your body. You almost didn't believe it, maybe you didn't want to. You wanted to accept it, so badly. You bring your attention back to him, your mouth agape, tears falling from your eyes. 

"What?!" 

The single word came out like a scream, only hushed down by the violent sob erupting from your throat. Baekhyun stood, walking towards you slowly, bringing his hand up to wipe away your tears. He looks at your hand, rubbing it within his gentle hold on you, not looking up. His dark circles appeared a shade darker than before, and his lip trembled as it seemed like he was fighting off a smile. You wanted to question it, but before you can utter another word, he took the lead. 

"I- I don't care about what you did, Y/N. It's just like I told you before, I will always protect you. From others, even yourself. I... I'll love you with your flaws, with your mistakes. I just need you to accept these feelings you're having and trust me with them as well. I've already forgiven you for what you did. You... you saved me. You did what you had to do; it was solely based on instinct anyways. Just... you don't know how much that means to me." 

You don't say anything for a moment, you could feel your eye bags becoming puffy, your own lips shaking with fear; with uneasiness. You didn't miss how he said he loved you, and for reasons unknown, you felt okay with it. Baekhyun, a stranger to you, someone who was doing everything for you, helping you throughout every single tragedy in your life so far; he was able to say that he loved you. 

So you did what your mind was telling you to do. 

You kissed him. 

You kissed him like he was the last person on this god forsaken planet, because in this sweet, endearing moment, it felt like he was. You bring your tainted hand to grab a handful of his hair, moving his head to get closer to yours. He doesn't miss a beat, bringing both of his hands to circle around your waist, his lower body pressing against your own. 

In just a few mere seconds, you could feel the sweat starting to collect on your skin. The small beads of clear perspiration tinting your skin, making it look like it was sparkling. Baekhyun suddenly started to push you back, your feet stepping backwards before it grazed the bottom of his couch. He pulls back, his eyes dazed as he gives you a seductive grin. You could feel yourself becoming wet, and fast. You want to go back to kissing him; to make yourself forget about everything. But as you try to lean into his lips again, he shakes his head, looming over you as your body crashes into the couch cushions. A faint memory of you drunk appears in your mind, the same actions of Baekhyun trapping you with his arms on either side of you. 

His hand traces your cheek, then your ear... then your throat. 

You were never really into things like this; choking that is. But you were willing to let Baekhyun do anything he wanted with you right now. You were under his spell, but you didn't want to break from this trance. You deserved it, you needed him. 

"Y/N..." 

"B-Baekhyun?" 

He tightens his fist around your neck, and you faintly let out a gurgling noise. He watches this, his mouth hanging open, his eyes continuing to eye your neck, almost like an animal catching his prey. You softly bring your hand to your unclothed nether region. You almost had forgotten that you took off your underwear, but your wet slick was starting to travel down your inner thigh; reminding you of your fatal mistake. 

He takes notice of that, and begins to squeeze your throat tighter, and you could feel his nails beginning to make a home in your skin. He brings his other hand to stop your movement, instead, replacing it with his own. 

You gasp, but it came out as a struggled groan. His wandering eyes left your throat to your legs, and you don't bother fighting him off. He lets his hand travel beneath your dress, his fingers pitching your skin as he moves up to your neediness. He chuckles, and you feel your face heat up with embarrassment. 

"You're so fucking wet for me. Do I turn you on that much? Just by gripping your fucking throat?" 

His voice is deeper, nothing like the soft and endearing tone he had earlier. This made you all the more turned on, and you can't say anything except for giving him a simple nod. 

He smiles at you, letting his index finger swipe some of your slick. He raises his hand from where he had it, letting his tongue lick off the sticky sweetness. You close your eyes, the sheer nerves taking control of you now; you've never been so horny in your life. But he doesn't accept that, moving his hand from your throat to your chin, shaking it lightly. You open them, regretful of what would come from your disobedience. He takes his finger from his mouth and raises it towards you, and you sit there confused. 

Your voice comes out scratchy, not used to the air flooding your throat again. 

"What... what do you want me to do?" 

It came out submissive, a completely new thing to you. You were never a submissive type, but under Baekhyun's stare, the seeping dominance radiating off of him, you were anything he wanted you to be. 

"Suck on it." 

You pause, trying to push away the urge to say, No way. He sees your hesitation, and replaces his smile with a frown. 

"C'mon. I'm telling you to suck it. Do it. You'll get rewarded." 

The word rang in your mind, and in a blink of an eye, your body betrays you. You feel your lips wrapping around his finger, the bitterness of your own cum filling your taste buds. You almost want to stop, but he pushes his finger deeper in your mouth. Your eyes look towards his pants, watching his growing cock wanting to be released. The fact that he hasn't once touched himself made you moan against him. You wanted more. 

"Such a good girl for me. Are you a good girl?" 

His words were like venom, sinking into your veins. You try to speak, but he shoves another finger into your mouth, stretching out your lips to his satisfaction. You watch with watering eyes as he uses his free hand to shove his pants off, hurriedly taking his boxers off as well. His huge cock springs out from the restraining fabric, and his hand starts to slowly stroke himself. 

He looks at you a little crazily now, his eyes widened, his jaw hanging open. 

"Y/N, are you a good girl? I don't want to be repeating myself all night." 

You struggle, but you manage to get out the words, 

"Yes- yes I am. I'm a good girl for you." 

Baekhyun dips down, removing his fingers from your mouth, making you gasp for air. His head slips next to yours, his lips pressing along your neck, licking down every inch of it. You feel his hot breath ghosting over you, leaving goosebumps. He whispers ragged, a high pitched strain on his vocal chords. 

"What do you want me to do?" 

You blink, confused, but just as quick as he asked the question, he's back to kissing your neck. This time, sucking harshly, biting and bringing his tongue to go over the harsh bite. 

You open your mouth in an "O" shape, your eyes fluttering closed. 

"I... I don't know, Baekhyun." 

He blows air over his mark he gave you, and you feel his hand slithering up your leg once again, so close to where you wanted him most, but stopping short. 

"Should I just do what I want then?" Baekhyun slowly pulls his head back from the crook of your neck, his expression one of mischievousness. 

You nod shyly. 

He nods back at you, releasing his hand off his cock. He carefully takes off his shirt, revealing his toned stomach, his muscular arms. You bite your lip as you watch the veins on his forearms protrude. He raises a single finger towards you, beckoning you to sit up. You submit to his request, letting both of your hands fidget with the hem of your dress as you look up at him. 

"Take off your clothes. Now." 

His tone wasn't one that you wanted to challenge. So you peel off the single piece of clothing you had on, your bra being the only thing that adorned your body. He whimpers at this, and you feel a warm feeling flooding your body. Your lower abdomen doing kickflips at his soft whine. 

"Let me see all of you, princess." Baekhyun looks back behind him before he plops himself on the other side of the couch, his arms resting on the top of the cushions, his legs spread open. This almost felt like a crazy sex dream, with just how absurd and lewd this whole situation was. But you weren't complaining; no you were far from that. The only thing that bothered you about this was that he wasn't fucking you. 

So you watched as he looked you up and down as you stood up, the dim light in the living room setting the steamy moment between the both of you. You unclasped the hooks from your bra, letting it hit the floor gently. You make your way over to him, and he does nothing but quirk his eyebrow up, his tongue going over his bottom lip. His right hand was clutching the cushion so tightly you were sure he could rip it open if he really wanted to. 

"Get on your knees for me." His voice was nothing short of a whisper. 

You let your knees hit the floor, your hands making their way to his legs. He lets his hand drag down his inner thigh, placing it lightly on top of yours. He gives you a curt nod, giving you permission to do what you wanted so badly to do. But a sudden thought enters your head, and you find yourself halting your actions. 

"May I... Can I suck your cock, sir?" 

His voice hitches, he then adjusts himself on the couch; you enjoy seeing him squirm. 

"Say that again." 

Baekhyun tightens his hand around yours, and your heart skips a beat when you let your eyes travel to his huge member. You see it twitch, becoming red with anticipation. You get a little cocky, you won't lie to yourself. You begin to think that although he's performing like a dominant guy, he was secretly into you taking control. So you smile this time, suddenly taking hold of him in your hand, watching as he takes his free hand to settle in his mouth, his teeth biting into his flesh. 

"Sir, can I suck your cock?" 

He throws his head back, and emits a small sob. 

"Y-Yes. Do it." 

That was all you needed. 

You let your hand slowly drag up and down his shaft, the warmth from it was arousing to you. How badly did he want you right now? Just as much as you did, you hoped. You let your finger ghost over the tip, savoring the small grunts he let out. You scootch your body forwards, letting your lips kiss from the base of it, all the way to the top. He brings his head down, his eyes dusted with pure lust, his head lurching forward every couple of seconds. 

You wrap your lips around him, and the delicious moan from his lips fill the room. You never wanted him to stop making those sounds; those fucking lewd noises. You would have never thought that he would have such a needy, begging side to him. You wanted to push it, wanted to see him under your complete control. So you stop, a string of salvia moving with you as you take your mouth off of him. He gives you a dangerous stare, he opens his mouth, but you get up, straddling him on the couch. 

You let your finger trace his chin, then in one fluid motion, you let your own hand circle around his neck. You were scared, sure, but as soon as Baekhyun's features softened, you knew that you were right this entire time. He wanted to be dominated. You giggle to yourself, letting your ass rub against him, your mouth loosely open, watching as Baekhyun's face changes from confusion to a softened expression. 

"Baekhyun... Tell me something." You let the words seductively roll off your tongue. 

He's sweating now, not letting his brown eyes leave your own. 

"I'm speaking to you, Baekhyun." 

You take your hand away from his throat, and before he could even react, you slap him across his face. He's stunned for a moment, his hand squeezing your thigh. He waits before he looks back at you, but when he does, he grits his teeth and looks at you pleadingly. 

"Yes, Y/N?"

His demeanor now submissive, you don't say anything, just look at him with a newfound feeling. 

You were in charge now. 

"I want you to eat me out." 

"Princess, why don't you go back to where you were-" 

Another slap this time, you don't let his words get to you. And just like that, Baekhyun knew who the fuck you were. What you wanted. 

"O- of course." 

He grabs you with both of his hands, lifting you off of him and slamming your body onto the couch so you're lying down. You shake your head, blowing a strand of hair from off your face. You get on your elbows, situating yourself so you mirrored the same position he was in when you were sucking his cock. He doesn't question you this time, and you smile to yourself as Baekhyun gets on his knees for you now; a perfect image of him flooding your senses. 

"Can I- may I touch myself when I'm eating you out?" 

It came out as a struggle, you could tell that he wasn't used to this. But you curtly nod. 

"Thank you for asking. You're such a... good boy, Baekhyun." 

He pauses at that, a happy look on his features. You realize maybe he has a praise kink. 

You note that. 

"- Yes you can." 

So you watch he starts to stroke himself, eyeing the pre cum erupting from the tip of his pretty pink cock, not missing how he lets his fingers use it as lubrication. He inches to your pussy, now a sopping mess, licking his lips, his eyes daring to look up at you. He lets his left hand grab your leg, and then he's kissing it, sucking softly on your trembling skin. He drags his tongue all the way up, stopping as he reaches your neediness. 

You wrap your fingers in his hair, twisting it and pulling it slightly. You feel that growing excitement in your abdomen again, and this time you were going to finally resolve it. He dips his face in between your legs fully now, his lips pressed against your clit, his tongue slowly leaving circles around it. You let out a small groan, tugging harshly on his blonde hair. 

"More, Baekhyun. Fuck." 

You hear his hand moving faster on his cock, the disgustingly lewdness turning you on. 

He sucks harder on you, his hand pitching your inner thigh, then his entire hand grappling on it. His tongue moving faster, then changing pace to something slower, silencing any thought you had in your head. You begin to grind on his face, a hungry groan emitting from his throat, vibrating against your pussy. You gasp, your eyes looking towards the ceiling, you're in a state of pure bliss. 

Baekhyun sucks on your clit roughly, using his teeth to gently bite down on it. He pulls it back slightly, then goes back to continue what he was doing before. His hand disappears from your leg, now rushing towards your clit, rubbing it in circles as he laps up the cum spilling from your entrance. Your body shakes almost violently, your legs tightening around his head. As you come down from your orgasm, you release your grip on his pretty locks, resting it on the side of you. He doesn't stop jacking himself off, not letting you catch a break, still riding the high of you cumming in his mouth. 

When you feel yourself becoming too sensitive, you raise your voice, 

"Baekhyun, stop." 

At first he doesn't reply, just keeps on eating you out at a dangerous pace. You have to say it again, 

"Baekhyun." 

He pulls his head out from between your shaking legs, the white, sticky substance dripping off his chin, a crazy, delirious look staining his pretty face. He freezes, stopping his hand from stroking himself, placing his hands on his knees. You look down at him happily, loving how he listens to you so well, so easily. 

"You taste so fucking good, you know that?" He croaks out, giving you a beaming smile. 

"Yeah? Well," You stick your index finger out, wagging it at him to come to you, and he quickly climbs on the couch, looming over you, "Do you know what happens to good boys who listen?" 

Baekhyun's bottom lip juts out, a sweet shade of pink. 

"W- what?" 

You smirk, grabbing his shoulder and pushing it downwards, his face only inches away from yours. 

"They get a reward." 

His adam's apple bobs up and down, his eyes looking towards your breasts, and before you could utter another word, you feel his lips kissing your collarbones. And really, he knew how to use those lips, that devilish tongue. You roll your eyes to the back of your head as he begins to wrap them around your nipple, his other hand pinching your other bud. He sucked harshly, biting on it, his tongue circling the areola. He doesn't miss a beat as he pops his swollen lips off, going to the one he was pinching. 

"Fuck, Baekhyun." 

You feel him smiling against your skin as he duplicates the same action, a couple seconds later he kisses your neck, then pulls back to look at you. You, who was so wrapped into what was happening, doesn't even hear what he says. 

"Y/N? Can I fuck you, please? Fuck, please." 

You shake your head, breaking from the trance of pleasure, blinking furiously to snap from the dizziness. 

"Oh, um- ye- yes-" 

You can't even muster up another word before you feel him unsheath his massive cock into you. You let out a string of high pitched moans, hearing them mix with the wet slaps of his thrusts against your body. 

"F-fuck, I can't- I-" Baekhyun reaches an octave higher than even your own, and you open your eyes and place them on him, the veins on his arms buldging out, his abs more defined as he strokes his pulsating cock in your wet pussy. 

You wrap your arms around his neck, his head diving into your neck, small, needing grunts echoing in your ear drums. 

He slows his pace for a moment, and you let out a disappointing whine. He doesn't stop as he looks at you again, a bead of sweat dropping on your cheek. You bite your lip, his dick was so, so, fucking good. 

"Y/N," His eyebrows upturned, "Can you sit on my cock?" 

You breathily whisper, 

"S-Say please." 

"Please. Please, Y/N." 

That was all it took for you, and the position changed from missionary to cowgirl. You sink yourself on top of him, the both of you moaning, his hands searching for something to grab. You grab them, placing them on your ass. You bring yourself up, then down, sighing from how full you felt. 

He grips your ass tighter, his nails billowing deep into your skin. Baekhyun lets out small hiccups of moans as you quicken your pace, you reach to your breast, pinching your nipple as you whip your hair away from your face. 

"Baekhyun... I'm so close." You whimper, feeling another orgasm coming on. 

"Yeah? Fuck, you feel so good wrapped around my cock." 

There's nothing but the sound of skin pounding against each other, breathy groans and whimpers from the both of you. Just as you're about to cum, he changes your pace, his hands moving your body up and down slower. He speaks slowly, gulping before he does. 

"Can you... can you choke me? A-and call me a good boy again?" You wouldn't have noticed the change of color in his face, but you reveled in how cheeks turned a shade darker of red. 

You don't say anything as you smirk, the both of you gasping in unison as you wrap each finger around his throat, squeezing it enough for him to finally give you a satisfied yet shy smile. 

You quicken your pace again, the building sensation now something the both of you were feeling. You feel your walls clench around him, his cock growing in size inside of you. Baekhyun gasps for air, but you simply dig your fingers deeper around his neck. And finally... you- you-

"Fuck. You're such a good boy Baekhyun. You're a good boy-" 

You release your hand on him, the both of you cumming together. You moan as you continue to ride him, and Baekhyun shakes underneath you, his hands dropping from your body to the couch, limp. He whimpers, releasing his seed inside of you, his face still that shade of red you loved on him, his eyes looking at you adoringly. 

You let your body relax, pulling off of his cock, laying down on his chest. You trace your finger on his arm, still heaving from the amount of exercise you just did. Your legs feel numb, your pussy is sore, but that doesn't matter. In fact, you wished you could have sex with him again; anything to feel that sense of control that you had been wishing of having ever since Kyungsoo's death. 

Baekhyun let's out a choke of a laugh, and you raise your head to look up at him. 

"What?" You ask confused. 

He shakes his head, closing his eyes and bringing his hand to push back his hair. 

"That was... that was amazing. I- I never had sex that fucking... unreal before." 

It's your turn to laugh now. You nod to yourself, 

"I agree." 

You guys don't say anything for a while, just trying to catch your breath. Once you felt like you had enough oxygen in your system, you snuggled into his arm, hesitant to ask him what was on your mind. To your surprise, just like he was reading your mind, he breaks the silence. 

"What is it?" He questions you, but he seems nervous. 

You don't say anything at first. Biting your lip, you anxiously ask him, 

"Do you have a praise kink?" 

Baekhyun sighs as he sits up, dragging you with him as you both lean on the arm of the couch. He looks elsewhere as he responds, 

"I... I didn't know that I had one. I guess you kind of made me realize it. I really- no, I fucking love you taking control. I think all my life I've been the one who handled things, the one who had to look out for myself and my own needs. I didn't realize that maybe I needed someone to put me in my place, to change that repeated cycle that I was driving myself crazy with." 

Your cheeks warm up, a knowing blush you didn't need a mirror to see, on full display from his words. He chuckles at that, kissing your cheek lightly. He clears his throat, his eyes not tearing away from your face as he takes some hair stuck to your forehead, pushing it back. 

"I should be the one blushing, Y/N. Being called a good boy; shit. How embarrassing." 

You shake your head, giggling. 

"I think it's cute. Hot, even." 

He raises his eyebrow, sticking his tongue out and jabbing a finger into your arm. 

"Oh shut up. You're lying." 

You shake your head again, looking down shyly. 

"I think it's cute, really. Maybe I can be the person to whip you into shape." 

His head bobs back and forth, his chin upwards as he smiles brightly at you. 

"Maybe. But after listening to your rules all night... Can I ask you if you can obey one of mine?" 

You sit up properly now, criss crossing your legs and crossing your arms against your chest to cover up your breasts, shy from them being out like that. Post sex was weird. 

"Sure, I think you deserve it." You tease him, but he doesn't exactly match your humorous tone. 

Instead he gives you that blank stare, his eyes looking as if they were black, his jaw tightened as he slips his hand on the small of your back. 

"Can you say that you love me?" 

You do a double take, not sure if he was fucking around or not. When you realize he was being serious- you roll your eyes, trying to make light of his request. 

"C'mon Baekhyun," You punch his arm softly, but you watch as he cocks his head to the side, licking his lips, his eyes twitching, "Y-you're joking right?" 

"Why would I be joking?" He says in a deadpan manner. 

You were already naked, but somehow the way he said that made you feel naked from the inside as well. You knew that you glazed over the comment he made earlier about loving you, but the only reason you did was because you wanted to fuck him. It was clouded, a poor misjudgement on your part. Did you maybe delude him by not acknowledging it prior and having sex with him? Made it seem like it was okay to just throw things like 'love' out there so loosely? So easily? 

"I- I don't know. Baekhyun, we just met. You can't possibly be..." 

"In love with you? Why would that be so far fetched? Y/N," He sighs as he takes his hands to place on your shoulders, bringing you closer to his own naked body, "Who was there for you when your ex died?" 

You feel your chest hurting, alarms ringing in your brain. You numbly whisper, 

"You." 

He clicks his tongue and nods. 

"Who took care of you and made sure you didn't kill yourself?" 

Again, you repeat quieter, 

"You." 

He gives you a smug side smile, 

"Who covered for you when you murdered Jihyo?" 

"You." A single tear falls from your eye, Baekhyun feigning an exaggerated gasp, pouting his lips as he wipes the liquid from your cheek. 

"Right. Y/N, I'm not saying that you have to feel like you love me right now. I can't expect you to love me like that. All I'm asking is who was truly, there for you, cared so fucking deeply about your wellbeing, fuck, related to your pain? Y/N, can't you see? It's me. I will always, and I mean, always, be here for you. I just want your time, your presence. I feel like we compliment each other well; we can lean on each other and have each other's backs. Can you give me a chance?" 

And maybe. 

Maybe he was right after all. 

But maybe you were an idiot. 

"I- Baekhyun," You choke back a sob, "What if you hurt me?" 

You let yourself drown in your feelings, the alarming remorse that you felt when Kyungsoo left you; cheated and died, leaving you alone. The horrible, demeaning thoughts you had of killing yourself, those feelings you never wanted to relive again. And then, you settled on the bright light burning through those dark memories. Baekhyun stepping into your thoughts, your home, your fucking body. How good it felt that someone wanted you, the sweet and believable feeling that a person could love you regardless of your flaws; the mistake you made. No other person would be like that. 

"I would never- ever, hurt you." 

You blink through blurry vision, raising your head to look straight at Baekhyun. 

"I love you, Baekhyun." 

You could be an idiot, you thought. 

Just this once. 

ch 1, ch 2, ch 3, ch 4,

[kpoptrashlord-007]

Burning Desire;; BBH

Word Count;; ~.6k

Genre;; Yandere + Suggestive

Pairing;; Baekhyun x Reader

Summary;;

Baekhyun expects more from his trained doll and yet you're acting out, pushing his buttons and for what? To be reminded of how he shows his affection? He isn't the type to let blatant disrespect go unpunished.

Request;; 

an ask for the Drabble request Baekhyun + yandere + "bite your lip once more, I dare you" Thank you so much, I hope you have a great day 👉👈🥺

[Part of the Drabble Request Game]

Warnings;;

Yandere!!, swearing, suffocation, degradation, Reader is well trained and therefore a bit unstable!!, use of a belt, master kink??

Notes;;

Lowkey inspired by WriteForMeSinpie’s 2PM Jun.K fic Sapphire Heart!

My Networks;; @supermwritersnet​

Main Masterlist || EXO Masterlist

   His touch burns, leaving an imprint so strong he will forever be engraved in your memory. No matter how much time passes, you will always remember where his hands once lingered. Every bruise is a memento, every scar a testament to your dedication. Your faith in him grows as his hold tightens, your airway restricting under the pressure.

   "Do you take me for a fool, you little whore?"

   Unable to respond, you maintain his glare. Black spots flitter across your eyes. Heat pours south, passing through your core as your blood settles in your toes. You can't tell if it's desire or just the lack of proper oxygenation, your fingers now turning cold. Dizziness licks at the edges of your mind but you refuse to give in, unwilling to lose even a second's worth of his attention.

   There's hell in his eyes. It's the fuel that drives you. He lifts you a little higher until you stand on the tips of your toes. Pain wells in your neck and you relish in it. You're grateful for it. It reminds you that you're alive, and that is his gift to you.

   "Do you want to fuck him too, baby? Am I not enough for you?"

   Baekhyun is all you'll ever need. This you've come to understand. It frustrates you that he thinks otherwise but the promise of a punishment also excites you. These days your skin isn't a mosaic. No longer are you a portrait of his greatest handiwork, the truest piece of art crafted beneath his steady hand. There's no denying that it makes you feel a bit neglected, like he's grown bored of you.

   "Bite your lip once more, I dare you."

   And so you do.

   The movement is brief, almost imperceptible given how little energy you have left. You can barely keep your eyes open let alone make a show of your disobedience. All that matters, however, is that he sees it.

   You're about to pass out when he lets go of you. Air rushes into your lungs through choked gasps and you collapse with relief. Not in control of yourself, you shake, tears welling in the corners of your eyes. There's a part of you that is screaming, terrified of the man before you, but another part of you wishes he hadn't let you go. The fire of his touch is gone and all that is left is a chill that seeps deep down to the bone.

   If he walks away now, you don't know what you'll do.

   There's no you without him.

   You're nothing unless you're his.

   "If you're gonna wallow on the floor like a mutt, I'm going to treat you like one."

   Hope sparks in your gut. Looking up at him with blurry eyes, you hear the clink of his belt before you recognise the movement. He takes his time, unbuckling and whipping the leather free at his own pace, feeding the tension clenching at your palpitating heart. You're torn between punishment and pleasure, unsure if you should prepare for his ecstatic wrath or sit still and pretty like a doll while he uses your mouth as he sees fit.

   "For fuck's sake," he groans, irritation deep in his voice as he slaps you across the face with the tip of the belt. It stings and you whimper, not in pain but appreciation. His presence gives you purpose and his strikes brand you as his. Each infliction sears onto your soul, reminding you that, in this very moment, you are alive. "You really are some kind of stupid. What would you be without your master, baby?"

   You want to tell him, to please him with your deference, but the words are stolen from you by the belt tightening around your throat. It constricts when he pulls on it like a leash, commanding you with force. Holding back a gag, you still yourself. If you struggle, it will only be worse.

   "Now do what you were born to do, slut, and open your mouth."

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[writingstuffandmore]

Current list of fanfics/reaction..

1. EXO Mafia! Yandere! Poly au! reaction OT9

2. Vampire Baekhyun x Pet reader

3. Werewolf Baekhyun x Human Reader

4. Vampire Baekhyun x Vampire Reader

5. Vampire Reader x Werewolf Baekhyun

[an-annyeoing-writer]

K, u, x with baekhyun

K- Kill- Would they hurt anyone to get to you?

Answered here!

U-Usage, Would they use you to get what they desire?   

Simply stating... it’s you what he desires.

Baekhyun doesn’t really see anyone else besides yourself, nor anything else for that matter. He knows you’re his first priority and anything else he’d need, is never more important than you. He’s also really worried about you - he sees you as the most fragile beeing. Besides, he also - surprisingly - respects you a lot. He wouldn’t want to be unfair like this, not towards the only person in the world he sees as capable of loving him.

X- Xenophobia: How much would they get angry from their jealousy?

Depends. Baekhyun is the type to hide his negative feelings and try to reassure himself if it’s something minor that he knows shouldn’t bother him too much, just like you talking to your family, or the cashier in a shop being a bit too nice. In such moments, the best comfort will be you focusing on him and giving him all your attention. He may still be upset, but your embrace is the best cure for everything.

But it will change if you do something more serious. For Baekhyun, there’s nothing more important than trust, and if you ever lie to him about going somewhere with your friends - either male or female, doesn’t matter at all - or be too friendly with someone else, neglecting him, he’ll get mad on spot. He won’t think much before putting you back in your place, which is right where he wants you to be at the moment. 

He won’t hesitate before humiliating you in public, telling you all the nasty things about how much you like whoring around or how much you like to be a brat. It’s hard to restrain himself from pushing you down on your knees there and then, but even though he has to wait till you’re alone, he knows what he has to do to make you regret your actions. He knows everything about you, what you like, what you’re weak for, what your body reacts to, and he’ll do all that’s necessary for you to submit to him again. 

Because he doesn’t need to force you to stay with him. You’re meant for him whether you want it or not, and deep inside, you know it, too.

Yandere Alphabet

[yandereshit]

vampire!Baekhyun x Reader: the teaser.

Warning: graphic descriptions of violence. Word count: 810

I kind of wanted to give this AU a try, so I turned it into a small drabble just to quench my own thirst, somewhat. No read-more since it’s reasonably short. Also, the Baekhyun is whom I imagined but... in fact, it doesn’t show much of his personality, so you could as well imagine anyone else.

Anyway, EnJoY~

“Are you scared?”

The words of reply, stuck in your throat, echoed as a helpless whimper. 

“You don’t have to be. But it’s okay. I like to see you tremble like this.”

Even though you subconsciously wanted to give in, a part of you didn’t want to agree with his words. It’s as though you used all the free will left in you to struggle, to fight with him, even though you could do it only in your head, as even your voice failed you already, and you weren’t even hoping for your body to listen to you anymore.

The other’s words gave you some sort of comfort. You were stupid to trust them, naive to think that you could actually be safe in such circumstances. Yet, what else could you do? Wouldn’t it be easier to just give in? If you couldn’t fight him anyway, wouldn’t it be just right to let him take over your soul?

No, it wouldn’t be right, you realized. Giving up like this would be literally anything but right.

Yet, your sense of right and wrong has been somewhat taken over, too. What was wrong in letting your life be slightly less miserable in the last moments you had?

Shutting your eyes, you could only feel what was happening. The sound of his slow breath, hitting the nape of your neck, so warm and soft despite the cold temperature around. His hands were on your wrists, keeping you in place firmly, even though not tightly enough to leave bruises, unless you started to struggle against them. But you couldn’t, that much you knew already. Your cheek was pushed against the cold, harsh material of the wall of the narrow alley. In the corner of your sight, you could see his face: irreverent, slightly amused, strangely proud, majestic. These were all the words you could think of. His eyes followed your own for a moment and then glanced down to your neck. Your pulse seemed to haunt him, urge him to come closer and have a taste.

“Hold still” he ordered simply. 

It was when a strike of adrenaline finally let you move for a brief moment, and you used it to suddenly push yourself off the wall in attempt to shove the man off you. Whether it was a good idea, you couldn’t tell. You didn’t even think of it much, it was just this – a short strike of some kind of self-preservation instinct, forcing you to fight for your life a tad longer, to try to delay the inevitable. But the very moment you tried to make a run to the alley’s exit, a hand pushed on your back harshly, making you collide with the wall once again, and you could swear you can feel the side of your face bruise at the contact. 

“I said hold. Still.”

The breath ghosted over your shoulder once more. But this time, he didn’t give you enough time to dwell on it. With one, pitiless movement the sharp fangs pierced your shoulder, digging in deep, making you open your mouth in a silent scream. The pain blinded you for a few seconds, spreading along your whole body in a powerful wave, paralyzing you and overwhelming with its intensity. 

And as soon as it started, a loud BANG echoed in the nearby distance, some kind of unknown force throwing the predator off you and onto the cold pavement. The way his fangs were ripped out of your wound had you scream in agony. You leaned with your side against the wall, doing all you could not to let your knees give up underneath you.

Forcing your eyes open, you took in the situation in front of you: the man who attacked you was now lying on the pavement, thick, dark liquid spilling from a huge hole in his chest.

“Damn, I missed heart” a voice came from behind you and you turned around. The man in the alley’s entrance had a gun in his hand. Not an average one, it seemed somehow modified, even to you, who had no knowledge of weapons. It also seemed as though he knew exactly what the creature in front of him was. You knew it, too. You knew it even before you have been approached and cornered by it.

You always knew they were real. In your heart, with your mind, you believed they were. It didn’t come as a surprise, more as a pleasant confirmation, bringing satisfaction to your hopeful soul.

The vampire in front of you was real. So was the vampire hunter aiming at him at the moment. The scent of your blood was real, and the sparkle in the vampire’s eyes was real too when he stood up and, in a flash, disappeared in the thin air.

At this moment, you finally felt real, too.

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[twocupsofsuga]

Gasoline || Baekhyun

Psycho!Baekhyun X Reader 

Amazing fan-made moodboard by @baekfanapleintemps ❤️️ Thank you hun, it looks amazing!

Summary: You anxiously held the handle of the cell door and gulped. You lifted your head and looked at the police man next to you. “A-are you sure I should be the one who goes inside?” 

The man next to you nodded. “Off course.” He said seriously. “Besides, I’m sure that you are well aware by now as the rest of us are... He’ll only speak to you.”

(Language warning and violence) No plagiarizing my work please.  Kinda Inspired by this FMV: Watch here

Are you insane like me?

Been in pain like me?

Fastening your seat belt with a slow click, you turned the keys and sat there silently, listening to the engine of your car turn on, frozen in your seat.

‘How long is this going to go on for?’

Your mind hazed as your breaths came out labored and you tried to get your mind to focus. Shaking your head as you snapped out of your thoughts, you pulled the car gear into reverse and pulled out of your driveway and your personal parking lot, and drove away from your safe home.

You drove the car in silence, bringing it to a stop when the signal up ahead turned red.

Pressing the brake pedal underneath you, you nervously tightened your grip on the steering wheel and took a deep breath, and immediately shuddered when you breathed out and thought again.

‘How long is this going to go on for?’

Bought a hundred dollar bottle

Of champagne like me?

Your mind began to drift consciously by itself, but the faint sound of something tapping against your window continuously brought you back to reality again. Looking towards your side, you made out the small rain drops that stained your window as they ran down the glass. After a few seconds, it was pouring.

Noticing the shine of green light admitting from the stop sign ahead, you released your foot from the brake and slowly drove forward.

Despite turning on the heater inside your car, you were shuddering. Except this shudder wasn’t because you were feeling cold. Oh no.

It was because you were afraid.

You drove for twenty minutes straight. Your mind felt as if it was blank as you continued driving through twists and turns down multiple roads, your brain all fuzzy.

The feeling of your car stopping made you blink your eyes and you looked through the window once more.

It didn’t matter for the fact that the constant waves of rain falling down the glass just wasn't enough to block the view of the one thing you didn’t want to see, no matter how hard you tried, the building still came into view.

Seoul Mental Asylum.

Just to pour that motherfucker

Down the drain like me?

Just by the entrance gate, you could make out the figure of a man walking towards you from a slight distance, his bright, highlighted police vest coming into your view as he came foot to foot with your window.

He brought a hand up to the glass and tapped, once… twice… and brought it down once you pressed the button on your door, bringing your window down.

He had brought an umbrella with him to protect him from the pouring rain, and he made sure to bring it directly over him and your drawn down window to prevent making sure that neither he nor you could get wet.

“Can I help you Miss?” his gentle voice spoke up as he looked at you sheepishly. “I’m afraid visiting hours ended an hour ago, so unless you can give me valid reasons on why I should let you in, you’re going to have to come back tomorrow.”

You gulped, trying to push back the anxiousness down your throat.

“I’ve been asked to come.” You said, raising your voice slightly so he could hear you over the pelting rain. “The people who work here… I’ve been requested by them sir. They... require my assistance.”

The young policeman gave you a long look before speaking up. “I guess I believe you Miss, but you’re going to have to show me some kind of proof. Can’t have anyone just waltzing in can we? We might not know if they’re speaking the truth or not, I’m sure you understand that. So do you have any letter or form that I can take a look at? If you’ve been called into this place like you said you have, then I’m sure they would’ve given you something for a way in.”

You thought about what he said and looked down and muttered out a “Yes…” and reached over to the empty passenger seat next to you and reached for your purse, lifting up the flap that covered it and dug around. Pulling out a piece of paper, you handed it to the policeman.

Would you use your water bill to

Dry the stain like me?

“Here sir.” You said and looked at his face as he grabbed it from you. “My entrance permit…”

The policemen’s eyebrows furrowed as he grabbed it from you and read it. “Very well.” He said with a nod of his head after he finished reading and gave a small smile. “This is acceptable, I’ll open the gates for you.”

You nodded your head and sent a small smile his way. “Thank you.” The man nodded and walked away. You looked to the front and slumped in your seat, closing your eyes and taking a moment to calm down your beating heart as it thudded against your chest.

Your eyes opened when the loud sounds of the asylum gates opening was heard and you looked ahead and watched as the huge, metal gates slowly opened and drove through them, your hands gripping the wheel more tightly.

You drove down a small pathway and quickly saw the building in front of you. It was big, grey, and huge, and had an eerie feeling to it.

But anyone coming to an asylum would obviously feel it.

You brought your car over to the side of the front gates and parked it nearby. Taking in a shaky breath in, you unbuckled your seat belt while grabbing your purse at the same time and placed your hand on the door handle, and after a few seconds of hesitation, opened the door and quickly ran to the shelter of the front doors to escape the rain. Standing underneath the small outer low roof of the front doors, you hastily knocked.

Are you high enough without the 

Mary Jane like me?

The door creaked open and a head of a man popped out. A look of confusion was evident through his eyes as he looked at you from head to toe. “Can I help you?” he questioned. You brought out the same piece of paper from earlier and handed it to the man, whom read it swiftly, his eyes gliding across the paper until his eyes widened and he looked up at you in shock.

“A-are you really her?!” he yelled and you winced slightly at the loudness. You squared your shoulders straight behind you, standing straighter and nodded.

The man’s face looked like it paled. He suddenly grabbed your arm and yanked you inside as you let out a soft squeak as you stumbled on your own feet and tried to catch your balance. A wave of warmth washed over your body and you audibly sighed out loud as the warm air from inside the building blew over you.

You turned your head to the side and watched the man who brought you inside shuffling away. “Oh! Ah… th-this way!” he yelled over his shoulder and you stared at him in confusion before jogging up after him, merely slowing down your pace when you caught up with him and walked quietly.

The two of you continued down a long hallway in silence, until you faintly began to hear the noises of chattering come closer and closer from a room that was coming into view in front of you.

The man led you towards the door and paused, knocking on it until the voices toned down a bit. “Who is it?” someone yelled from inside. The man next to you quickly opened the door and you moved a little to see inside the room. It appeared to be an office, and your guess was correct once you noticed the many men and women inside whom were all wearing police uniforms, noticing their golden badges that were pinned to their chests.

Do you tear yourself apart 

To entertain like me?

“Everything ok Junhoo?” a policeman asked from his place in front of a desk with a coffee in his hands. You noticed how the man next to you gulped nervously and spoke with a shaky voice.

“T-the girl you called f-for is here…”

The policeman and everyone else in the room gave the stuttering man a confused look. “Who?” asked a lady with her eyebrows furrowed. The man took in a deep breath and replied in a quiet voice.

“The girl for Patient 93”

Literally everyone who was in the room had their eyes opening wide and one even dropped his cup noodles. You looked down at your shoes, refusing to meet the shocked gazes on all their faces. Your heart hammered against your chest.

‘What if they all think I’m also-’ You mentally cringed at what you were thinking and shook your head, lifting it up and met the gazes of everyone in the room. Taking a deep breath, you mustered up the courage to speak.

“I’ve been called here by the head department who required my assistance.” You said. “They told me to come in today, said that they were dealing with a few... issues…”

Do the people whisper ‘bout you

On the train like me?

Your eyes landed on two men in the far back of the room who seemed to be giving each other worried glances. They both turned their heads and their eyes locked with yours. You became surprised when you then notice them place whatever they were holding in their hands down on their desks as they dashed over to were you stood, grabbing your hand and pulling you out.

You let out a surprise gasp as you were pulled down a hallway, but didn’t say anything. The first man locked his grip around your wrist, whilst the other hurried behind you. You went down numerous halls, until finally, you reached an area that had a couple of police officers walking around in thick, heavily suited bodysuits walking here and there, but no one looked up to make eye contact. They were all too busy with their own things.

Saying “That you shouldn’t waste 

Your pretty face.” Like me?

You huffed and yelped when you were suddenly pushed into a room. Turning around, you noticed the two men walk in behind you and ushered you forward to a chair and you sat down with a thud. You looked around and noticed it was a smaller office, and the two men went around the desk opposite to you, and you watched as one man sat down on the desk chair and the other whisked out his phone and began walking in paces for the other person on the other side to pick up.

“Sorry for all that Miss.” You turned your gaze at the man seated on the chair. “But I’m afraid all that was necessary. Can’t have everyone finding out that you’re here now can we?” he spoke and finished off with an unsure laugh.

Your eyebrows furrowed at this statement. “Why not?” you asked. Even though you knew why, you couldn’t help but feel slightly offended.

The man turned around to look at his friend who now began to speak in hushed, hurried tones into his phone, he turned around to face you with a sigh.

“I’m sorry if that came off rudely, but I assure you, wouldn’t you think it would be for the best? Please Miss, try not to forget the situation that you’re in.”

And as soon as your anger came, it immediately washed away once those words were spoken. You looked down at your folded hands in shame. ‘He’s right.’

You shook your head. “I’m sorry. It’s just… It’s been so long since I’ve seen…”

And all the people say

The man took your silence as a sign to continue to speak. “I know things are rough on your end Miss (l/n), so I hope that things can eventually turn out for the better for you.” This brought a small smile up to your lips and you locked your eyes with him and murmured out a small ‘thank you’.

The man smiled but then his facial expression turned serious and that made you slightly more concerned at what he had to say next.

“Now,” he started. “I’m sure by now you’re aware of why we have brought you here Miss (l/n). And I’m afraid that the reason we have called for you in today is because of the difficulties that we have been dealing with this past five months.”

You nodded. You figured this was part of the reason why. “What am I supposed to do exactly officer?” you asked in distress. “What help could you possibly want from me?”

The man who was talking on the phone suddenly tapped the officer speaking to you and said, “They’re here.” The officer nodded and you all turned to face the front office door once you heard the doorknob turn. You watch in puzzlement as you noticed more gruff looking people walk into the room. Around five men, and they didn’t look like someone you should be joking around with.

“You can’t wake up

This is not a dream.

“These gentlemen will now tell you everything you need to know Miss.” The officer spoke up and pulled his friend out of the room. Before he closed the door he looked at you and said, “Good luck.” before he disappeared.

Turning around to face the other men, you visibly gulped.

This would not end well…

You walked in silent nervousness down the halls that hardly had any light coming from the dim lamps that hung from above. Two of the mental ward officers were in front of you, and the rest of the three were behind you. You all walked in silence, the only noise that went on was the conversation that you ran over through your head over and over again.

The conversation from earlier.

“You want me to do what??” You yelled, raising your voice slightly in the end. This head officer Mr HyunJae or whatever his name was, was sprouting nonsense. If you had to be completely honest, you kind of saw this coming… but right now… it sort of felt like a sudden situation that you were not prepared for.

Mr HyunJae sighed. “Miss (y/n).” he said calmly, although his hard look said otherwise. “I’m well aware of your relationship with Patient 93 and-“

You’re part of a machine you 

Are not a humane being.

“He has a name.” you suddenly said, angrily cutting him off. “So please, use it. Stop calling him patient whatever because he’s a living person too. He’s not an object. What I also don’t understand is why you need me to suddenly do your dirty work for yo-“

You winced at the memory, the private meeting with you and the other ward officers had not gone well. You frowned sadly and brought a hand up to lightly trace your neck and winced. Apparently, you had made the head officer mad with your tiny outburst and apparently the only way he could make you quiet was to get a tight hold of your neck, almost choking you rather then politely saying, “Please shut up and listen.” ­

You couldn’t see your neck at the moment, but you knew that it was slightly red and the hand marks of the officer were there.

Ouch.

Focusing back to reality, you looked up and saw that you had reached a metal door. One of the officers in front of you opened it in almost an irritated manner  and looked at you, nodding his head towards the inside, telling you to walk in.

With your face all made up

Living on a screen.

You felt nervous. “What’s behind the door?” you couldn’t help but ask, eyeing it nervously, staying rooted in your spot. The same officer who opened the door sighed.

“It leads downstairs to a level where we keep our more….. difficult guests ..… Go ahead, nothing’ll happen to you if you stay close to us.”

You mentally scoffed. ‘Gee THANKS. That doesn’t sound terrifying at all.’

You slowly walked through the door and found a bunch of staircases leading downwards to other levels beneath the ground. Without saying anything, you made your way down the stairs and the heard the footsteps of the others follow from behind you.

Low on self esteem

So you run on gasoline.”

When you all had reached the bottom ground from the last staircase, you turned around to ask where to go now, but you saw that they had all already started walking without you in the opposite direction.

You frowned at the fact that they didn’t bother waiting for you. Jogging up to them, you jumped and whipped your head behind you when you heard a sudden crash followed by a shriek. “What the hell was that?!” You gasped and looked at the officers with alarmed eyes. The officers turned and threw around looks as one of them faced you with a smirk.

“Welcome dear guest,” Said the one who was smirking as he gave you a mocking bow and your eyes widened at the words that followed.

“To where we keep the mentalist psychos you can find.”

You tried to calm yourself down as you passed by multiple doors with multiple other guards guarding specific doors, but it was hard to do so when yelling from behind most doors were heard and their sounds bounced around the walls around you. You had shakily asked one of police men who were with you what was behind the door and what was happening, but he only shook his head and told you that it might’ve been for the best if you didn’t know.

I think there’s a fault 

In my code.

You all hadn’t even walked for two whole minutes until you finally reached a door at the end of the long, nearly dim hallway. You stopped walking when the men escorting you all stopped as well. “We’re here.” Said one of them nodding.

Mr HyunJae nodded his head and grunted. He turned to face you and you jumped slightly. “Open it.” He commanded you and tilted his head harshly towards the door, not expecting any room for arguments. Your eyes only widened, but you didn’t say anything.

You anxiously held the handle of the cell door and gulped. You lifted your head and looked a random police man next to you. “A-are you sure I should be the one who goes inside?”

The man next to you nodded. “Off course.” He said seriously. “Besides, I’m sure that you are well aware by now as the rest of us are…

He’ll only speak to you.”

“B-but what if s-something happens and-“

“Nothing is going to happen.” Mr HyunJae said impatiently. “Not while we’re here at least. Just open the door already.” He stepped forward and held his security ID up towards the scanner that was hung next to the metallic cell door and the light that was red above it turned to a friendly green. “Go ahead.” He demanded again and stepped back and crossed his arms, eyeing you strictly.

These voices won’t 

Leave me alone.

You frowned at how un-cooperating he was being, but decided to listen anyways and turned your attention back to the handle and slowly, though shakily, pushed it and down and shoved it open.

You were about to walk in when you noticed two more policemen inside the cell room. They were blocking your view from something, or well, someone, who was sitting behind a table as their long bodies were covering them from your view.

You turned your head to face Mr HyunJae, seeing how he was frowning at the sight inside, and walked in before you could step inside yourself or say anything, and the other police men followed him.

You stayed in your spot outside the open cell door, now unsure if you should say or do anything. You watched in confusion at Mr HyunJae who seemed to be losing his temper after speaking to the two men already inside.

“What do you mean he still hasn’t spoken?!” he roared. “It’s been five bloody months and you still haven’t gotten anything out of him?!”

“W-we’re trying sir!” one policemen frighteningly spoke up and you saw him trembling slightly. “But he either doesn’t speak or just blurts out nonsense!”

“What about Sungmin the psychotherapist? Hasn’t he done any progress??”

“N-no sir, I’m afraid he hasn’t had much luck e-either.”

Well my heart is gold

And my hands are cold

You could literally see the fumes coming out from Mr HyunJae’s ears and you could see him preparing to yell again when the sound of low laughter stopped him and your eyes widened and your breath hitched.

‘That laughter.’ You stared at the backs of all the policemen in shock. ‘It’s-’

“All this fuss over little ‘ol me?”

You froze and stayed rooted in your spot and you gasped softly.

Mr HyunJae didn’t see what was so funny and didn’t like what the person hidden from your view was saying.

“Shut up you dog.” -you winced- “You know damn well what the problem is here, so why don’t you just square the hell up and talk!” And with that Mr HyunJae slammed his hands on the table and everyone in the room including you jumped. But the one who laughed just laughed again.

“Problem? I don’t see what the problem is.” He calmly said and you could picture the smirk he would have on his face right now. “What is a problem to you though sir? Would you telling me your problem make it my problem as well, will it solve your own problem, or will it just remain an unsolved problem that can’t be solved by problematic men like you and me?”

Mr HyunJae let out a frustrated groan. “What the hell is wrong with you? Can’t you ever give a straight answer??”

“But where’s the fun in that?~” the person said mockingly.

Are you deranged like me?

Mr HyunJae began to yell profanities and nearly lunged at the guy whom he was talking to and the rest of the policemen in the room all ran forward and tried to hold him back. You moved to hide half of your body behind the door and nervously held the edges of the door frame. 

What was going to happen now?

“Sir please, try to calm yourself!” yelled one of the policemen who was also trying to help the others in making sure their boss won’t kill anyone. “Remember we have a plan! We’re sure to make him speak once we show him who we brought-”

“You’ve got to be kidding!” the mysterious man laughed mockingly. “What could you mutts probably have that can make me tell you anything!”

This made Mr HyunJae freeze. “Oh?” he suddenly said and the other policemen looked at him weirdly at his sudden change of attitude and watched in confusion. “You don’t think there’s anything that can make you speak up? Why...”

Are you strange like me?

He suddenly stepped out of the way and the view was suddenly open to you and you gasped a little more loudly this time and you felt your heart stop. Mr HyunJae smirked and lifted his hand towards your figure by the door.

“Not even her?”

Baekhyun had a prideful smirk on his face and was confused to why the stupid police guy in front of him suddenly moved to the side, when his eyes traveled to where he was pointing, his eyes widened as he froze and his smirk immediately dropped.

The eye contact that you held with Baekhyun was tight. You refused to blink, not believing what was happening. And it appeared to Mr HyunJae, that neither could Baekhyun.

Baekhyun and you continued to stare at each other in shock. Even though you knew it was him all along, you suddenly didn’t know how to think properly.

The head officer of the mental department’s smirk widened if possible. “Miss (L/n).” he said in a sickly sweet way and your eyes hesitantly tore from Baekhyun’s. You stared at Mr HyunJae fearfully and watched as he nodded his head towards a chair that was placed directly in front of the wooden table Baekhyun was seated at. “Please, have a seat.”

Your eyes went back to Baekhyun, and you were shocked to see how emotionless he now looked. You were unclear about the sudden change of emotion he was portraying a few seconds ago compared to how he was looking at you right now. Listening to what Mr HyunJae said, you slowly by slowly moved away from the door, making your full body be shown and slowly walked up towards the chair he had pointed out.

Lighting matches just to swallow

Up the flame like me?

Shakily grabbing it, you pulled it out before slowly sitting on it,  your eyes dropped down, refusing to look up.

From the corner of your eyes, you could see the remaining policemen in the room walk towards the walls and Mr HyunJae came up to stand next to you. 

“SO.” he suddenly boomed and you could hear the smirk laced in his tone. “Are you going to speak now, Mr Byun Baekhyun?”

Hearing his full name made a mixture of emotions swim inside of you. It had been too long since you last heard it out loud. Slowly, you looked up and you soon felt like shrinking in your seat.

The gaze that Baekhyun had locked with you was nothing like you’d thought he’d have. Well, maybe something you’ve never seen personally. His eyes were stone hard and he only seemed to be glaring at you. But he remained silent.

Mr HyunJae laughed loudly. “What’s wrong boy!?” he yelled and moved behind you and you jumped in surprise when he suddenly slammed both of his hands down on your shoulders and you winced at the slight pain at the hard pressure. “Don’t you know who this is!?”

You looked back at Baekhyun unsure of how he would react, but you were merely surprised to see that he wasn’t even looking at you, but rather at the hands that were placed on your shoulders. His eyes narrowed just the slightest bit, but he still didn’t say anything.

Mr HyunJae’s victory smirk only seemed to widen by the second. “What’s wrong my boy?” he mockingly said again with fake concern. “Does this, precious face, not strike you to speak at all?” He stood up and walked to stand behind Baekhyun. “Or perhaps...”

Do you call yourself a fucking 

Hurricane like me?

You eyes widened and you let out a gasp of shock when Mr HyunJae suddenly grasped Baekhyun’s hair and tugged it up so he was looking at you properly. You watched shockingly as Mr HyunJae moved down to whisper in Baekhyun’s ears.

“It is the fact that you do recognize her, but you’re choosing not to speak?”

You watch as Baekhyun’s Adam’s apple bobbed up and down as he swallowed, and your worried eyes searched through his empty ones.

‘Say something.’ You thought worryingly. ‘Say something dammit-’

“I have no idea who she is.”

Your eyes flew open. ‘What?!?’

Mr HyunJae scoffed. “Don’t lie to me boy.” He harshly dropped his grip on Baekhyun’s hair and Baekhyun’s head harshly jerked forward. “We already know everything now. Thought you could hide your life forever huh?”

The look on Baekhyun’s face didn’t waver as he continued looking at you. The last thing that Mr HyunJae said made you nervous. ‘Was Baekhyun trying to keep me a secret?’

“Let me start from the beginning now shall I?” Mr HyunJae spoke again and stood by the end of the table between you and Baekhyun. “Tell me Byun,” he said and spoke with seriousness as the smirk from earlier was now not present. He looked at Baekhyun and pointed at you. 

“But this is your girlfriend... am I right?”

Pointing fingers cause you’ll 

Never take the blame like me

You weren’t sure if it was only you who saw, but you noticed the way Baekhyun’s jaw tightened, but still, he didn’t say anything.

Mr HyunJae took hold of a file that another policeman standing behind him gave him and flipped it open and started going through the contents in it.

“Miss (L/n) (Y/n), age 22, just three years younger than you it seems, only child, parents died in a car crash when you were just 6 and living in small house downtown. You work as a teacher at a nursery and you have a mate who is in prison and ended up here because of his unstable mind. Yup, that sums everything up I see.”

Baekhyun’s glare immediately switched to Mr HyunJae and he snarled at him. “Why is she here?!” He suddenly yelled furiously.

Mr HyunJae laughed. “Oh so you do know her!” he began clapping his hands. “Fantastic.”

He began walking towards the door and you turned around to look at him in shock. Where the hell is he going??

“Come on boys!” Mr HyunJae said and waved his hands the other policemen who were also confused. “Let’s go now, it’s time for lunch.” The rest of the police force slowly began to walk out, confused as to why they suddenly had to leave. 

“But sir!” one of them cried out. “Is it wise to leave the lady with him??”

Mr HyunJae nodded. “Yes yes now hurry.” he said and pushed him out the door. “Besides,” he said and grabbed the doorknob and turned to smirk at you. “She knows what’s going to happen if she doesn’t cooperate.” You shivered at his tone, and with that, Mr HyunJae slammed the door closed so violently that the loud bang echoed across the walls.

When the noise died down along with their chattering as it grew fainter and fainter, you slowly turned you attention back to Baekhyun, and wanted to shrink again at the now obvious harsh glare he was sending your way with his jaw tensed up even more.

You were about to speak up but Baekhyun cut you off.

And all the people say

“What the hell are you doing here?” he growled in a low tone and his words struck a nerve in your heart. You said nothing, opting to only look at him.

“Say something!” he suddenly yelled angrily and you jumped in fear. “Why the hell did they bring you here?! How did they find you?? Dammit I made sure everything in my power for them to not find out about you, so how they hell do they know about you?!”

Your breath got caught up in your throat and you could feel tears welling up in your eyes.

“SAY SOMETHING!!” He yelled once more and his breathing increased rapidly and shook his head. “Oh for fuck’s sake (y/n) please just-”

“B-Baekhyun.”

Baekhyun stopped and looked up you, the mere sight of you crying made him freeze.

Fat tears fell down your cheeks. Saying his name for the first time out loud -though you crying for him during most nights don’t count- the sudden feeling of now knowing that he’s finally here, and finally in front of you where you could see him with your own eyes made you unable to control your own emotions anymore. The months you spent longing for him have now been turned into reality.

“Baekhyun,” you cried and brought your hands to wipe your tears. “Y-you’re...”

Baekhyun stared at you with wide eyes, surprised to see you crying. He thought you would be mad at him, hate him even for the monster he became. But there you were, crying his name.

“(Y/n)...” he whispered and that seemed to have struck something inside of you again because you let out a loud sob and covered your mouth with both hands and looked down, unable to look at him anymore.

“You can’t wake up

“(Y/N)!” Baekhyun called out more loudly this time, though your loud sobs were the only thing you could hear, you could make out the hint of concern in his voice. “(Y/n) look at me-”

“I’M SORRY!”

Baekhyun’s eyes widened at your sudden outburst. You sobbed and continued wiping your never ending tears.

“I-I’m sorry that we had to meet like this! I’m sorry that after all these months you have to s-see me l-like this!”

Baekhyun’s eyebrows furrowed. “(Y/n)-”

“I’m sorry that I wasn’t able to visit Baekhyun, b-but I was just so scared! I was so scared of the fact that you might not have wanted to see me after all this time because I never came to visit you once! I w-wanted to! Believe me! B-but I j-just...”

“(Y/n)...love.. just listen to me.” Baekhyun begged and tried to go close to you, but the chains and handcuffs that were behind him restricted him from doing so. “You don’t have to apolagi-”

“No Baekhyun I do!” You yelled and looked back up and Baekhyun’s heart dropped when you finally looked up at him. The beautiful face that he fad fallen in love with only looking back at him in remorse. “This is a-all my fault!

This is not a dream

If only I had been there in the beginning! If only I was there for you when you were going through this phase, I could’ve helped you! But I didn’t do ANYTHING because of how scared I was!”

“(Y/N) that’s enough-!”

“I’m sorry that you ended up here because of me!”

Just as soon as those words escaped your mouth, the cell door behind you slammed open and to your shock, Baekhyun leapt out of his chair, handcuffs and chains falling loosely behind him as he ran up to you, pulling you out of the chair you were sitting in and locked his big, muscular arms around you in a tight, possessive hug.

“FREEZE!”

Your breath hitched and you tried turning your head to see what was happening, but Baekhyun placed a hand behind your head and shoved it into his chest, effectively blocking your view and making you unable to move your head.

For a moment it was quiet. You stood there in Baekhyun’s arms and you guessed that standing there not so far from you were all the policemen who had walked out from before. Before you could even make another attempt to move, the sound of footsteps broke the thin silence.

The footsteps continues for a few seconds, and your eyes widened when you realized Baekhyun began to take a couple of steps back with you still locked in his arms every time the sounds of the footsteps came closer.

Until the footsteps finally stopped did Baekhyun stop as well, you stumbled a little bit, but you remained standing in Baekhyun’s grip.

The sound of Mr HyunJae laughing made you freeze and cry internally. ‘Not him please. Anyone but him.’

“I see that we haven’t made any progress, have we, Miss (y/n).” 

You’re part of a machine

The way he angrily said your name made you unconsciously move your face deeper into Baekhyun’s chest and you brought your hand up to wrap around Baekhyun’s waist and you gripped the material of his prison shirt with dear life. 

Your scared movements caught Baekhyun’s attention and he looked down at you, his eyes narrowing and then going back to Mr HyunJae’s own hard gaze.

“... You’re gonna have a lot of explaining to do to me mate...” Baekhyun said suddenly, voice all low and despite how boringly he said it, you recognized this tone immediately and you internally shuddered. This was the tone he used whenever he was pissed, or whenever he felt like wanting to kill someone.

“On what happened between you and her behind my back behind closed doors, and why the hell she’s shaking.”

Mr HyunJae only laughed loudly at Baekhyun and waved off his unspoken threat. “Oh my dear boy!” he said. “Why would I do something to a poor helpless young girl?”

Baekhyun wasn’t buying any of it. “Bullshit!” he yelled out and removed the grip he had on your head and pushed your head back and roughly placed his hand under your chin and forced you to look up.

You are not a human being

Baekhyun didn’t say anything when your wide eyes met his, he didn’t say anything when your soft breathing touched his own lips slightly, neither did he say anything when he saw you nervously swallow. But his eyebrows did furrow when he met your eyes, and noticed a silent plea in them.

“What’s wrong?” he whispered in a very low hush so that only you could hear him and you felt his cold hand trailing up from your chin and you wanted to melt when he placed it ever so carefully against your cheek. Baekhyun grumbled once more and was going to ask you once again what was wrong when you still didn’t say anything, until he saw the bruises on your neck.

You knew that Baekhyun had seen the hand prints from Mr HyunJae on your neck, and you knew from the look of Baekhyun’s eyes when his pupils dilated and his mouth formed a thin line. A sudden feeling of tremendous rage began to flow off of him, and you had no idea what was going through his mind right now.

Baekhyun didn’t say anything else after that, and only removed his hand from your cheek and dragged it down to your neck where the slightly purple bruise from the hand prints from earlier were showing.

You watched Baekhyun closely and you didn’t dare say anything. You felt a sudden jolt of pain when Baekhyun lightly pressed on your neck and you closed your eyes shut and let out a whimper of pain. And when you weakly looked back up at Baekhyun, you could now clearly see the fury swimming in his eyes.

With your face all 

Made up

What did surprise you though, was when Baekhyun suddenly leaned down and placed a slow, gentle kiss to your forehead.

When he pulled back, tears slowly fell down your cheeks and Baekhyun brought both of his hands up and began wiping your tears as you continued to quietly cry and whimpered out his name in pain and want. 

You heard Mr HyunJae loudly groan from behind you and he began to talk.

“Ok look this is sweet and all but we have some work to do and we really need to-”

His words were cut short when Baekhyun suddenly grabbed your waist with one hand and used his other hand to grab the chair you were sitting on and violently threw it in Mr HyunJae’s direction.

You let out a cry of surprise at the unexpected action and your eyes widened when you heard Mr HyunJae yell out in pain.

You peeked your head out of Baekhyun’s hard chest and were startled to see Mr HyunJae knocked down on the ground and and holding his bleeding forehead. Probably a gash from the metallic chair.

“You dare touch what’s mine?!” Baekhyun suddenly roared, making you jump at the loud volume of his voice. “You dare use her to threaten me?!” 

Your eyes widened at this statement. Had he figured it out himself??

Baekhyun continued to growl at the oh-so-tough head policeman who equally glared at him. “You dare use her against me you fucking piece of shit?! You thought that you could use my mate to make me talk, and then place your fucking hands on her when she showed resistance?!!”

Mr HyunJae smiled evilly. “That was the plan boy.”

Living on a screen

Baekhyun suddenly let out a roar of anger, letting go of you and dashed with lightning speed at Mr HyunJae and knocked him out with a fist to the face before any other guard could reach him or react in time. The rest of the policemen all sprung into action, and you cried out Baekhyun’s name in vain when they all began to jump on top of him and attack him. But Baekhyun’s blood boiled when he heard your cries of distress, so he used his most brutal force to take down every single one of them.

You watched in fear as Baekhyun began to grow violent with his fighting tactics, and gasped when you noticed one security guy reach into his side pocket and pull out a gun.

“Baekhyun behind you!!” You yelled and your heart rate quickened when you notice Baekhyun turn around at your warning and immediately tackled the guy who was aiming the gun at him.

What you certainly did not expect, was Baekhyun pointing the gun back at him and pulling the trigger.

Your eyes widened and your heart dropped. 

Baekhyun had just killed a man, and wasn’t fazed the slightest bit about it. He turned around and began shooting at the other remaining guards who were still standing on their feet, and watched them emotionlessly as they all dropped to the ground.

Your flabbergasted eyes remained on the dead bodies that now lay littered on the floor, and were snapped out of your daze and looked up when you heard Baekhyun drop the empty gun and watched him walk towards you.

Low on self-esteem

But before you had any time to react, Baekhyun had reached your figure as your eyes widened and he grabbed both of your cheeks and slammed his lips on yours, catching your breath and then slipping one hand around your waist and pulling you flush against his body. It was a kiss full of passion, a kiss that you responded back to fully with all the love and want you could express.

You knew that he would never dare lay a hand on you in the wrong way. The psychotic lover loved you too much to do that, and he would rather kill himself if it meant no harm could ever come your way.

You ran, both you and Baekhyun, down the twisting and turning hallways of the mental asylum as the alarms loudly rang across the halls and on the flashing red walls.

You tried to stop and catch your breath, but every time you tried to, the harsh pull from Baekhyun’s hand on your wrists and a yell from him to keep running always stopped you from doing so.

Just as soon as you sharply turned a corner, the two of you collided with a bunch of new police guards whom, once they all saw Baekhyun, leapt at him and managed to pull his grip away from your hand and effectively managed to get a tight grip on him as they all pushed him to the ground and placed new and stronger cuffs on him as they pulled his hands behind his back.

A police lady ran up to you and ushered you away from the sad scene, and despite your struggles to stay put, you were forcefully pulled away. The only sound you could hear as you were pulled away, was the loud yelling of the police force, and the sound of Baekhyun’s agonizing yells that echoed down the hallways as he screamed out your name over and over again.

As you run on gasoline.”

Your tears had long since dried on your pillow, and yet you still couldn’t sleep. The pouring rain from outside crashed heavily against your window, eliminating any chances of you going back to sleep.

Ever since you had come back home from the Seoul Mental Asylum, your thoughts had been swimming in panic over Baekhyun’s well being. Was he ok? What were they doing to him now?

You clenched your eyes shut and released a deep breath and started praying for his well being. In the midst of it all, you yelped out loud and your eyes widened when you heard the front door from downstairs slam open.

You held your breath, trying to hear any other noise that could possibly be made and you froze in full alert. Shakily standing up, you untangled your legs from your bed and stood up, making your way towards your door. Opening it and peeking out of the dark hallway, you walked out slowly when you noticed no one on the same floor as you.

Walking ever so quietly to the stairs, you peeked down at the bottom, and when you didn’t hear or see anything, you slowly began to creep down the steps one at a time.

When you reached the bottom few steps, you could see the front door of your house wide open for you to see the rush of the rain outside.  “H-hello?” you called out uncertainly. Was there a robber who broke in?

You reached the ground from the last step and slowly walked towards the door, twisting and turning around to see if there was anyone present, but there was no one. You reached the white door and slowly pushed it shut, darkness swallowing up your small figure and you stood there, your back against the door.

Looking around through the darkness of your house, your eyes laded on all the silhouettes of the objects in your house, but you still couldn’t see anything suspicious.

You took a few steps forward to try and look around more, but the hairs on your neck immediately went up when you felt someone breathing down your neck. You yelped and moved to dash forward but strong arms pulled you back into a hard chest and hand went up to cover your mouth.

You began to squirm and your yells came out in muffles, but you instantly stopped when you felt someone kissing your neck. You slowly turned your head.

“B-Baekhyun?!” you yelled although his hand that covered your mouth muffled your words.

Baekhyun ignored you and continued leaving kisses all across the shoulder and neck, and then moving to place hickies as he started sucking your skin.

I think there’s a fault 

In my code

Moaning, you moved to grab his hand that was on your mouth but Baekhyun beat you too it as he brought it down teasingly from your lips to the edge of your shirt and lifted his hand inside it and began to caress and tease your skin underneath.

You moaned out his name once more and Baekhyun’s actions began more frantic. He turned you around and slammed you on the nearest walls and slammed his lips on your lips. You responded back, happy that he was finally back in your arms.

And just like many other times before, Baekhyun had made you weak in his arms. And at the moment, you didn’t care if he had broken out of prison just so he could see you, what mattered was that it was only the two of you together in this very moment, and that nothing could disturb you.

Well, not until he was caught anyways.

“I’m going to destroy you.” Baekhyun growled at you as his hands continued to work his magic on your body and his desires rose as he watched you squirm and mewl. “I’m going to make sure I’m burned into you, and I swear I’ll kill anyone who comes close to you or even looks at you.”

You nodded your head frantically, although Baekhyun’s words were deathly and murderous, you knew the real meaning hidden behind them.

“I don’t care.” You gasped as he continued to kiss you. You pulled back and caressed his cheek with your hand and placed his forehead on yours and looked up into his eyes that bore into yours. “If it’s you, I don’t care about anything else.”

Baekhyun growled an inhumane growl and picked you up and walked upstairs back to your room where he slammed you down on your bed.

“Good.” 

His lips went back to your neck and he placed his hands on your waist, the gasoline only increasing the heat and desire of the fire that was rising inside both of you by each new bruise he formed on your neck. 

“Now,” he continued. “Let me destroy you.”

These voices won’t leave me alone.

~Masterlist~

(Please re-blog if you liked this one-shot, it would help my work to be shared around. Thank you!) -TwoCups

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Recs tag game

Tagged by the wonderful @aura-mp3 some time between a week or two ago...

Rules: recommend 5 or more of your own works that you would rec to someone asking what they should read first & explain a little about the work. these can be the most popular, the ones you think are underrated, or your own favourites! Then tag five other writers!

I write anything and everything... so that's why I chose these five stories:

1. Flying Kangaroo

A Bang Chan short story. Very fluff, very soft and simply adorable

2. Sailor Kook

A Jeon Jungkook two shot to show my most favourite genre of fantasy! There is a lot within the term fantasy but this is a good example for it! And like the name suggests yesss, some things are loosely based on Sailor Moon... which also shows I can work cross fandoms 😅

3. The Bastard Trilogy

A Johnny Suh story... All short chapters... and very heartfelt... so if you desire something to make you cry in the end.... this is it...

4. Rain storm cuddles

One of two mxm stories that I wrote! While I do prefer to write with a reader insert, I do not shy away from writing other forms as well! This is also a quite soft story btw with Jooheon and Kiyhun from Monsta X...

5. Illecebrous

Want something filthy? Here ya go... basically no plot only smut... the smuttiest smut... with Im Jaebeom...

6. And lastly "Yes baby, no baby"

Violence, yandere, horror... I think yes baby, no baby portrays perfectly that I'm also capable of writing stories that might make you uncomfortable or scared while reading... this Byun Baekhyun story is a heavily yandere one... definitely read the warnings before reading the story itself!!!

If you've been already tagged because I am once again pretty late... please ignore it... if not... I'm excited to read your recs:

@sanjoongie @star-lemonade @toikiii @defwoodz @moccahobi @strayed-quokka @wordycerty @yutasthetic

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𝐶𝑟𝑎𝑧𝑦 𝑖𝑛 𝐿𝑜𝑣𝑒-Part 1

Pairings: yandere mafia leader!baekhyun x reader

Genre: suggestive, smut in later chapters, angst probs, fluff here and there but its very lowkey

《teaser next》

Warnings: kidnapping, drug use, alcohol consumption, baeks kinda crazy, pet names, master kink, spanking (he literally spanks her once), choking (not in a kinky way), mentions of blood and murder

Word count: 4.9k

Tag list: @wooya1224 @geniusloey tell me if you want to be tagged!!

⚠️ this is purely fictional and not how I imagine baekhyun to actually act. If you feel like you're in a situation like this please run and report it. I do not support this behavior.

How long has it been? 3 or 5 days? Maybe even a week. You didnt know nor did you care. But why would you? You've gave up caring ever since your boyfriend, Sungho was murdered right in front of you, but you couldn't even see who the murderer was which drove you insane.

Tears and blood stained your pretty skin that night, so much agony and rage ran through your veins. All you wanted to do was curl up into a ball and scream until you passed out. But its been days since you've gotten a proper good night's sleep and it was eating you away ever so slowly. Everytime you closed your eyes, you remembered that dreadful day, Sungho's screams, the terror on his beautiful face, his lifeless bloody body. What did he do to deserve death? Why did it have to be him?

"Y/n! Y/n, its been four days please come out of your room!" It was the familiar voice of your mother and her knocking that brought you back to reality. She was almost begging, she hasn't seen you since you locked yourself away that night so you couldnt blame her for being worried, but you were fine. "I'm coming in."

She pushed your door open to see you cuddling your blanket with no emotion on your face. You looked at her with barely any care and rolled over, facing away from her.

She sighed and sat on the edge of the bed, "You know y/n, we'll get to the bottom of this and have them put behind bars. It's gonna be ok-"

"No its not," you rasped from not using your voice in so long, "I dont even know what the murderer looked like, how can we put them behind bars!?" There was a small pause, she knew finding them wasnt likely which hurt you like hell, but she was still trying her best to comfort you.

"...At least come out of your room, everyone's worried." Your mother pleaded and though you really didnt want to move, you didnt want to upset or worry anyone any further so you got up.

With a smile, she did the same and led you downstairs to where you dad and sister were. They tensed when they saw you, but nonetheless smiled sadly, thanking the heavens you were okay.

"You look horrible..." your sister, Haeun, commented making you cringe. It wasnt like she was wrong, you spent four days not taking a shower and sitting in the same clothes so of course you looked bad, who wouldn't.

You excused yourself and went into the kitchen grabbing the first thing you saw, a bottle of vodka. Now it wasnt the best drink you could've had, but you decided to drink away your pain and suffering since you couldnt take the heart ache any longer.

"Shes doing it again." Your mother whispered but you heard her clear as day. "Shouldnt we stop her?"

"What for? She won't listen and she's traumatized. There's nothing much we could do right now." Your dad spoke with sadness watching as you took a quick swig from the substance.

Normally, you're not one to drink vodka but now it felt good, maybe too good. The more you drank it, the less pain you were in. It could last forever, you thought, but nothing lasts forever.

As you poured yourself another drink, you started wondering about Sungho again. If there were an afterlife, was he happy there? Would he be watching over you, making sure you were happy and healthy?If only it were that simple.

Though you and him were starting to drift off a bit, you still cared and loved him and now you're starting to take everything you guys went through for granted. Its what you get.

Standing up, you left the kitchen a bit dizzy from only drinking alcohol and having nothing else in your system and went back upstairs to take a shower. You decided after drinking, you wanted to go to the club you always go to. Normally, you didnt go on a Thursday, but you thought since you haven't been out in a while that it would be good to leave and breathe in the fresh air.

You took a fairly quick shower and your hair and makeup didnt take long either. Finally stopping to look at yourself in the mirror, your saw how pale and tired you were. Almost lifeless. You figured that once you finally have a good time, it would all go away and you'd be happy again.

"Where are you going?" You jumped at the voice of Haeun who appeared out of nowhere.

"To the club." You stated nonchalantly,

Haeun frowned, "Thats not a good idea, all you'll do is drink until you pass out. And there's always weirdos waiting for their turn with someone vulnerable like that."

A smile formed on your face trying to lighten up the mood a bit, "Ill be fine. I promise nothing bad will happen."

Haeun sighed, almost sounding like a bratty child who didn't get their way because she knew she wouldn't change your mind no matter how hard she tried. It sucked to have a stubborn sibling like yourself.

Sehun rolled his eyes at the sight of Baekhyuns scheduled flirting session. The girl was dressed in barely anything and he could tell she was probably Baekhyuns new toy for the night as he started getting handsy with her. But Sehun could see how Baekhyuns eyes weren't always looking at her. Instead, they sometimes searched passed the girl in hopes to find something else. He knew what, actually who he was searching for so he never asked or mentioned it.

He remembered you perfectly. Your calm and sleeping figure laying peacefully on your boyfriends chest. It was a shame he had to wake you up while he killed the man. And it was a shame to see such a pretty girl cry and scream with such fright in her eyes.

But Sehun didn't feel that bad, he did what he was supposed to do with only a little remorse.

"Sehun," Baekhyun called, the younger lifted his head waiting for him to continue, "Are you sure you didn't hurt my little toy the other day?"

Sehun scoffed, "If I did, I'd be dead by now, hyung."

The man chuckled sadistically , "She hasn't been here in a while," Baekhyun looked up from the girl and turned to Sehun, "Its only safe to ask."

"Hyung, I told you before that shes probably scared." Sehun face palmed when Baekhyun glared at him.

"A little red shouldnt effect someone that bad."

"I kil-" Sehun stopped what he was about to say, forgetting about the girl straddling Baekhyuns lap and cleared his throat, "Shes not used to stuff like that, Baek."

He didn't care about what Sehun said and ignored the youngests pointless blabbering, returning his attention back the girl only for a short amount of time until something caught his attention.

You walked in his club with confidence and beauty not giving any staring man the time of day and took your usual seat at the bar. After ordering your drink, you put your head in your arms and Baekhyun grinned.

Now was his chance, there's no way anyone will get in his way and there was no way he'd let this chance go.

"Stay here." Baekhyun said to Sehun, pushing the girl off him as he stood up. She almost pulled him back but he gave her such a terrifying death glare that made her stop.

"Theres no way youre actually gonna go talk to her...right?" Sehun questioned a bit shocked that Baekhyun was actually going to you after so long.

"Of course I am, I'll be back." With that, Baekhyun walked away from the two with only one thing on his mind: you.

He waltzed with a smirk of pure evil. What would he do? Only God knew, but he couldnt help himself when he saw your pretty face.

All eyes watched Baekhyun stop next to you, astonished that he went to talk to a girl and not the other way around, "Excuse me sweetheart," You popped your head up in the direction Baekhyun spoke, he took a seat next to you with an almost comforting smile when he saw your red cheeks, "But are you okay."

You wanted to spill everything that happened so bad because you needed to get it out, but you didnt know the man and neither did he know you so all you could do was nod, "Im fine."

Baekhyun knew behind your lying eyes was someone in pain and searching for a person to hold, but he couldnt do anything just yet and tried loosening you up to him so he could do what he wanted to do in the first place.

"C'mon sweetheart, you can tell me anything." He smiled that charismatic smile of his, "I'm easy to talk to."

It was believable for the most part and you laughed a bit, the first laugh you actually had since that tragic night, "You seem like a sweet talker," you smirked causing Baekhyun to chuckle, "Whats the catch?"

"There is no catch, I just wanted to know if youre okay. And besides, I could tell you've been crying." He pointed to your tear stained cheeks and you mentally cursed yourself for unintentionally crying just a few moments ago.

"Oh.."

"Dont worry," He chuckled, "Whatever it is im sure you'll get over it." Baekhyun almost failed to hide his sinful smug as you frowned and covered it quickly with a swig of your drink.

But something inside was eating you away about what happened, you needed to let out your emotions and you started caring less and less that he was a stranger. Then again, what if you scared him away? What will happen next?

"At least tell me your name first," You blushed and shyly looked over at him who had an expecting glint in his eyes, "Then maybe ill tell you why I'm so upset."

Baekhyun stretched his hand out in front of him and you gently shook it. Damn he had a strong grip, "My names Byun Baekhyun and you?" He asked as if he didnt know who you were.

"Y/n L/n." You beamed, wondering why his name was so familiar. "So uh- my story..." Fumbling with the drink in your hands, you sighed heavily, "Long story short, my boyfriend was...murdered in front of me." You mumbled the last bit, but you didnt need to repeat yourself as Baekhyun already knew every single detail of that night thanks to Sehun.

Placing a soft hand on your shoulder he whispered with fake sympathy, "I understand now why you're so upset," Liar, "I feel terrible," No he doesn't.

He wiped a stray tear that had slipped down your cheeks and sent you a solemn look.

"I-its in the past i guess." You muttered, "I can't change a thing about it."

Damn right you couldnt. Even if there were some form of time travel, Baekhyun wouldn't dare let you try and change the past because that would mean you weren't entirely his. But since there isn't anything like that, Baekhyun has nothing to worry about except figuring out how to bring you back with him.

"Would you like a glass of water, y/n?" Baekhyun asked quickly as a thought popped into his head. You nodded your head slowly and Baekhyun called over the bartender. You werent really paying attention to him ordering the water and just let your mind slip to the sound of the music and looked around the room, tapping your fingers to the beat, but you stopped when you felt a pair of sharp eyes watching you from somewhere. You looked here and there before stopping on a man that was a about a few inches taller than Baekhyun. He had a eerie grin on his face when you noticed him, then he winked.

Chills went down your spine and you spun yourself around in your chair facing forwards causing Baekhyun to raise an eyebrow but he didnt question it.

"Heres the water." He handed the drink over and you thanked him before taking a sip. It tasted a bit weird but not all water tasted the same, though it was slightly dry for water.

"So tell me about yourself, y/n." Baekhyun checked his watch, all he needed was fifteen minutes then you were all his. "You seem like an interesting person." He looked up and smiled.

"Well," You thought about what was possibly interesting enough to tell him, "Im in my second year of college!" A smile crossed your lips.

"Oh really? Where do you go?" Baekhyun did seem interested to know some parts of your life. Somehow, you caught his attention like that. Thats why Sehun was a surprised when he finally made his move with you.

"Seoul of Performing Arts." You beamed. It was the happiest moment in your life when you got accepted and all of your family members, extended and close, celebrated your acceptance, "My boyfriend, Sungho, went there too."

He just about rolled his eyes but replaced it with a nod and a fake warm smile. If you knew him better, you'd know that smile was only him clenching his jaw in anger.

"How cute." The glint in his eyes proved he was lying and maybe you were too stupid or innocent to notice when you took another sip of water.

He watched and wished his plan could go faster, he was excited to have fun with his pretty little toy and he couldnt wait any longer.

"What about you?" You raised a brow. There was still something in your gut that made you feel like you knew him. And you still wondered why. Was he someone famous in the city? Maybe you've heard your friends mention him here and there? What was it about him that was so familiar?

"You'll know soon enough kitten." You frowned at the pet name as he pat your head like you were a small child yet you chose to ignore it.

It was a bit outlandish and made you more skeptical to know who he was.

"Thats not very reassuring, Baekhyun." Your quirked.

"Why tell you when I can just show you?" He leaned in, mocking your now pouty lips and chuckled, "The drugs should be setting in by now."

You lifted your head up with wide eyes, "Wait what?" Did you hear him right? Did he say what you thought he said? "What do you mean drugs!?" You said with awestruck as your heart raced in fear. You hoped to god he was just joking

The man before you smirked that unpleasant smirk of his, almost like the guy you saw before and you started panicking more, knowing he wasn't kidding. You tried to get up and run but you felt so woozy in a matter of seconds. Not to mention the sudden pain in your stomach that made you want to throw up. What was Baekhyuns plan? Why did he do this!? You thought at least one thing could go right tonight and maybe you could have fun, but you were wrong. So so wrong.

Trying to leave the club building, you knew you wouldn't make it but you still wanted to attempt an escape. It didn't have to be like this. Each step made it harder to move and your eyes started drooping. It was too late for you.

Already collapsed on the ground, people gasped and stared at your almost lifeless body as Baekhyun tilted his head to the side, "She tried, ill give her that." He walked over and crouched down next to you, moving the hair out of your pale face, "But not hard enough."

In an instant, your body was thrown over the man's shoulder. No one commented on anything that happened in fear that they could be next. It was impossible to say that they felt bad either, they were just glad it didn't happen to themselves.

"Sehun," He called out to the younger male but Sehun was already ahead of him, "You drive." He tossed him the keys.

With a nod they both walked out, you on Baekyuns shoulder as he took you to the expensive car. Gently, he placed you down in backseat, putting your seatbelt on for you, and climbed in on the other side to sit next to you.

"All this just for a girl." Sehun shook his head but needless to say he still smirked, "Youre loosing yourself, hyung." The car sparked and drove off into the night, no cops came searching. They knew better. And neither was there news of your kidnapping, the city stayed quiet.

Sure once your parents realized you were gone they'd start freaking out, but would they dare mess with Baekhyun? Would anyone actually try to mess with him? The mafia could easily answer that with an optimistic no. Remember, Baekhyun had power. No one is going to stop him.

"How long will she be out for?" Sehun asked.

Baekhyun shrugged, "Like an hour or two." He was excited for your life with him now, he knew you were finally his after a year of watching you come and go in his club, plus the small stalking he did when he wanted to see you, and he could only smile. No one can get in between him and your love anymore. "Shes gonna love it when she gets home!"

Sehun chuckled at Baekhyuns almost child like enthusiam and started, "She seems a bit innocent," he paused, looking back at your passed out body in the mirror before returning back to the road, "Normally women don't look off into space when someone's buying them a drink."

"Maybe she's a bit slow, but she wouldn't be here with me if that didn't happen."

The candle flickered in the dark as you awoke on a strange bed. You're head was pounding a bit as you tried looking around at your unfamiliar surroundings. What happened? Was your first thought and you started questioning where you were too. You knew something wasn't right but you couldn't understand why.

You tried getting up only to be locked in place by restraints on your wrists. They were only silk but they were tied tight enough to keep you still. Tilting your head in confusion, you heard foot steps coming towards the door and stopping for a mere few seconds before the door handle twisted.

You anticipated what was going to happen, you didnt even know what was going on in the first place, but you remembered the man standing in front of you.

"B-Baekhyun..?"

"Hey, kitten." That sinister smile was plastered on his face. You were sure it held more meanings then just one.

"Where a-am i?"

He almost cooed at your curiosity but composed himself, "At my mansion, where you'll be staying from now on."

There was a moment where you had to think, interestingly enough what Baekhyun said didnt even frighten you in the slightest, but then again you were high off the drug.

"C-Can you u-untie my hands please?" Your voice was soft and quiet, Baekhyun noticed you werent fully aware of your surroundings and complied, untying the silk from your wrists.

Your eyes were a little dilated when you looked at him. He was gorgeous, you had to give him that, though you wanted to remember why something wasn't sitting right with him. "Baekhyun?"

He looked up with a hum.

"Who...are y-you to me?" You squinted your eyes at the man who sat on the bed next to you, drawing small shapes on your thigh in a sort of loving manner.

"Your boyfriend, y/n."

Boyfriend? You have a boyfriend?

"I have a boyfriend..?" You muttered and asked more to yourself than to him, but he snickered, knowing way more than you did.

"Kitten you drank too much, go back to sleep." He lied and pushed your shoulders down so you were flat against the mattress.

"I-i did?" You whined when Baekhyun kissed your cheek. He always wanted to kiss more than your cheek, he couldnt bring himself to do that unless you were fully conscious for him.

"Yes baby girl, so get some sleep."

You grumbled, "I-Im not t-tired."

Baekhyun sighed, "Then what would the pretty girl like to do?"

You perked up on the mattress and grinned, "Im hungry!"

"Youre hungry?" Baekhyun repeated with a smile at your small childlike energy and you nodded back, "I can ask someone to make you something if you'd like."

"Please!"

He stood up, waiting for you to do the same but since you weren't very awake, you stumbled a bit.

Baekhyun settled with carrying you to the mansions kitchen, awing at your cuteness the whole time. It was a bit of a walk but luckily you were light.

Sitting you down, Baekhyun walked off, finding someone to cook for you. In your state, you felt a bit lonely, only knowing Baekhyun and not your surroundings, it made you feel a bit lost. It shocked you too how you didnt remember Baekhyun being your boyfriend, you started question the relationship between the two of you more.

"Princess i got you your favorite dish!" He walked in with a plate of jjajangmyeon and set it down in front of you.

Your mouth was watering and you were ready to dig in before wondering, "H-How do you know m-my favorite dish?"

Baekhyun hesitated at the question before clearing his throat and spoke with a raised brow, "We're dating y/n, why wouldn't I know what you like?"

"Uh yeah..right...." you dug in, your mind was starting to clear up a bit, not enough for you to fully remember anything though. But the more you thought, the more consciousness you regained.

Baekhyun watched as you gobbled down the meal with full satisfaction. This wouldn't be the first time he's watched you and neither would it be the last. He liked knowing you were eating well and were healthy so he was proud.

"I-im done!"

"Good girl. Now wait for me to come back so we can go to bed, okay?" You nodded and sat patiently as he took your plate and waited for your boyfriend to come back.

A few moments later, Baekhyun still was no where to be seen and your mind was slowly coming back, "N-no...wait." mumbling to yourself, you figured it out in just mere seconds and remembered that your boyfriend was brutally murdered four days ago in front of you. After four days you went to the bar to drink away the anguish and met someone, that someone was Byun Baekhyun. After thirty or so minutes of talking to him, you were drugged when you werent paying attention and passed out minutes later. Now you were here at Baekhyuns mansion, lied to and kidnapped. "Oh fuck."

The chair scraped against the floor and you wasted no time running to your hopeful freedom.

But you weren't a lucky person. Oh no you weren't. You were tossed and pushed against the door you were about to open by someone much bigger. He was the same guy you saw at the bar and his smirk was nothing different. Cynical and frightening.

The man stepped closer to you before putting one hand next to your head and whispered, "Are you playing a cat and mouse game with hyung now? How cute." Standing tall, he grabbed you by the hair and dragged you back to where you came. You groaned and tried fighting back, but there was no use, he wasn't going to let go until after he practically threw you into Baekhyuns arms.

You were about to scream at Baekhyun and the no name man until Baekhyun covered your mouth with his hand, "Say something and you'll regret it." He growled into your ear as you shook and fought.

You hummed against him and tried biting his hand and punching his side, but he was like a man of steel and let it happen, only raising his brow like he wanted to hurt you, but didnt.

"Sehun, tell Chanyeol to lock all the doors for the next week or so 'til she learns how to behave."

The man nodded and ran off leaving you two alone. Fear was one way to describe it and the look Baekhyun gave you didnt help.

"Now kitten why would you go and do some shit like that? Are you asking to be punished?" He took his hand off your mouth to let you speak. Baekhyuns aura was much different than earlier. The nice guy was gone and you were left with a man who could kill you with just one look.

You stopped hitting him and screamed viciously, "Fuck you! You're fucking insane!"

"Now now princess," he pressed a hand to your throat, wrapping it tighter and tighter until you felt the oxygen leave your lungs, "It seems as if you're asking for a punishment."

"I-if you...s-so dare to-touch..any other p-part of my body, i-ill....kill you..." You whimpered, grabbing his wrist in attempts to pull him off but Baekhyun was relentless, keeping his grasp tight and painful.

"Stop struggling, you're only making this harder for yourself."

There were two options now, either listen to Baekhyun or fight until you passed out again.

"Princess." His voice held a warning tone and you hesitantly stopped and moments later he loosened his grip, you knew there would be marks by tomorrow, "We are going to bed now. Don't try to run, I have this place guarded up and if you do somehow make it out, be prepared because I will find you and beat your ass until you can't sit for a month. Understand?"

Your stomach did flips and not in a good way, you were scared, "Y-yes."

"Can you say 'yes master'?" His voice went higher as he said the last part to mimic yours.

You sighed, positive if you didnt comply then you'd be here all night, "Yes m-master..."

"Good girl." He kissed your cheek and you almost smacked him in disgust but tried not to act aggressive towards him. You wanted to leave, not be punished by whatever he had in mind. "Call me that from now on."

Baekhyun grabbed your hand and led you to the room you were just in, now that you took a good look, it was a pretty room. There was a red sofa against the wall and some other matching chairs plus a huge flat screen TV hanging on the wall facing the bed. You had to admit, he had good taste but he was still insane.

As you sat down on the bed, Baekhyun reached into his draw to pull out a t-shirt and handed it to you with a wide smile, but you raised a brow at the fabric.

"No pants?" You asked.

Baekhyun chuckled, "What for?"

"Because of creeps like you." You grumbled and snatched the shirt that dangled in front of your face before storming off into the connected bathroom. Inside, you could hear Baekhyuns annoying laugh and ignored it, changing into the surprisingly very oversized shirt that went down to your mid thigh.

Taking the clothes you wore earlier, you went back into the room where Baekhyun laid peacefully on the bed, waiting for you.

He only had his boxers on which made you groan in anger and decided to not lay on the bed and instead on the couch near it.

"Princess, what are you doing?" He perched himself on his elbows, watching you throw your clothes on the ground then take the folded blanket on the couch and wrap yourself with it as you laid down.

"Going to sleep, master." You stated coldly with a glare.

Baekhyun rolled his eyes, "Get over here." He said, voice low and laced with dominance but you remained still, closing your eyes and pretending as if you were asleep. "Y/n." He warned but there was no reply.

"Thats it." You heard him get up and march to where you laid. Baekhyun picked you up and you yelped at the sudden intrusion and were thrown over his shoulder.

Smacking his back got you nowhere as he threw you down on the bed, pinning both your hands down and hovered over you with a killing look, "Next time you don't listen, ill bend you over my knee."

"Youre all talk, no action." In an instant you were flipped over and a hand landed straight on your bare ass, leaving you shocked and mouth agape.

"Are you sure, kitten? Would you like me to spank you again?"

"N-no."

"No what?"

"N-no master.."

Baekhyun slowly let you go and laid beside you, still a bit irrated. "Now go to sleep."

You couldnt. Not with the lingering fear of what could happen next. Plus, not with his arm wrapped around your waist with a somewhat tight hold. You were just too scared to let your gaurd down. Why shouldn't you be scared though? What if he took advantage of your sleeping body and did something terrible.

There was no way you could get rest now. You could now count this as your fifth day without proper sleep.

[taem-min-archived]

The Mirror of Erised - an EXO Collab

“It does not do to dwell on dreams and forget to live.”

NCT version | EXO version | SHINee version

Welocme to the millionth eight collab hosted by me @/taemin-jaemin. The topic of this collab is going to revolve around the Mirror of Erised, i.e., on our deepest desires.

.Rules

- The theme of is our deepest desires. It doesn’t have to be a Harry Potter AU or a Magical AU. It’s just on our desires. Though you are free to make it so and even add the Mirror in your story to your liking.

- First come, first serve basis

- There are 11 slots available, as I will be taking one for myself.

- No smut please! I’m a minor.

- All fics must be member x reader or member x oc. For the ease of writing, the reader doesn’t need to be gender neutral. Just mention it in the pairing. The reader has to be inclusive though.

- Works that include the following themes are not allowed between the main pairing: abuse, rape, dub-con, non-con, pedophilia, incest, explicit gore, romanticisation of mental issues, and triggering topics.

- No plagiarism!

- Any genre is allowed, but if it is better if it is yandere. But it is up to you!

- Having discord is mandatory for communication purposes.

- The minimum word count is 1k. There is no maximum.

- The deadline is November 2022. But I do understand that we all have our personal lives and works and so it can be extended if wanted.

- The last date to dropout is September 2022. I’ll understand if you can’t participate any more, but please dm me.

- Any change in url, please dm me.

- If you would like to join the collab, please dm me along with the name of the member you want to write for.

- Please reblog this post once you’ve been selected.

.Slots

Kim Minseok

Lu Han

Kim Junmyeon

Zhang Yixing - @kpoptrashlord-007​

Byun Baekhyun - @lucas-wongs​

Kim Jongdae

Park Chanyeol - @baekhyunslightningboltarm​

Huang Zitao - @yukheislipsx​​

Do Kyungsoo - @taemin-jaemin​ (me)

Kim Jongin ​- @writeformesinpie​

Oh Sehun - @exosbloodline​

[biaswreckingfics]

EXO Drabbles/Short Stories

Kim Junmyeon

I think you'll be happy to know that I'm not wearing any underwear. + Take another step, and I can't be held responsible for my actions.

You're jealous, aren't you? + It's a hobby of mine to prove you wrong.

Exes to Lovers AU

Junmyeon x Idol Reader

I accidentally swipe right on your Tinder profile and freak at you joining it so recently after we’ve broken up, but there’s a small part of me that can’t stop looking at those gorgeous pictures you’ve posted

You forgot to take back the shirts that you had given me, so you barge in and see I’m wearing one with nothing underneath. Can you not just stare and lick your lips?

Zhang Yixing

I have a feeling we should kiss. + Did you just check me out?

Byun Baekhyun

I shouldn’t have left you. + It’s a real shame nobody asked for your opinion.

If you don't want to talk about what happened, then say so. Don't just lie and say it's fine. + I tried to move on, but nobody else makes me feel the way you do.

You can't leave me in the dark. You have to tell me these things. + Take another step, and I can't be held responsible for my actions.

Song Inspiration: Psycho - Yandere AU

Professional Gamer AU

Baekhyun x Idol Reader

Song Inspiration: Love Again/Cry For Love

Enlistment AU

No Limits AU

Soulmate AU

You caught me at an all-time-low, but you still manage to make me laugh as I cry hysterically

We’re supposed to be on a break but you won’t stop being cute so it’s getting really difficult to remember why I asked us to take it in the first place

Taking a break, but realizing it should’ve been a breakup

 I go in for a regular blood donation but i forget you worked there and now you could see my pressure was a little too high around you, still

The awkward moment when we spot one another at our best friend’s birthday party and a song we had the best sex to came on

After some recent awkward ‘breakup’ sex I show up at your door three weeks later with an unopened pregnancy test in my hand

You invite me over to babysit your baby brother/sister because I was the only one who managed to calm her down

After getting my phone repaired I get an avalanche of texts from you late at night telling me you missed me

Who even decided that staying friends with your ex is a good idea when they send you nudes late at night because they’re horny?

Vampire AU

Do you want to kiss as bad as I do?

There's only one bed. + This. Never. Happened.

Park Chanyeol

You've been hiding something from me, haven't you? + Were you ever going to tell me?

Chanyeol + First Kiss Fluff

Chanyeol + Fake Dating Angst

Chanyeol + Fake Dating AU

The awkward moment when we spot one another at our best friend’s birthday party and a song we had the best sex to came on

We go out at a bar with our friends and make it a competition as to who can flirt with more people, but someone gets a little more jealous than they should

New Year’s kisses are so overrated. Yet I have a tradition and you’re the one I’m arguing with as the clock strikes 12

Why do we still have to work out at the same gym and why do you still have to do it in the least possible clothing ever?

Go ahead and pray. See what good it does.

Do Kyungsoo

Childhood Friends to Lovers AU

I love being with you like this. + If you want to keep sitting on my lap, you have to stop wiggling around like that.

Kim Jongin

Do I look like I've moved on? + Can I at least buy you a coffee? For old time's sake?

If I ever see you anywhere near her, you'll have to deal with me. + Can you just give me a hug? Just one?

I shouldn't have left you. + I fucked up, alright. I'm sorry.

No Limits AU

Mafia Jongin + Mafia Reader

I didnt come here to watch you flirt with other people.

Oh Sehun

I thought you loved me. I guess I was wrong. + You have to tell me why we're committing a felony before we do it. Not that that's going to stop us, but at least I'll have all the facts.

I said create a distraction, not this! + I've already told you this, we're not killing anyone!

Sehun + Angst

Sehun + Gender Neutral Reader Angst/Fluff

The awkward moment when we spot one another at our best friend’s birthday party and a song we had the best sex to came on

We’ve only been broken up for ten seconds and you just asked me if we’re still up for dinner tomorrow night