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synthetickitsune · 6 months

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Prey ✧ b.bh

Pairing: Vampire!Baekhyun x human!(gn)reader Genre: angst - ? Summary: Baekhyun found himself a very willing prey, so why would he hold back? Word count: 2.1k Warning: blood, biting, mentions of death A/N: this is not what i wanted to write today, and it's not what i wanted to write when i started writing it and it's much longer and i blame exactly one (1) person for this thing bcs they infected me with vampire thirst and their stupid meme was the last drop </3

“Oh you wanna kiss me so bad,” you purr against his ear. You’re already breathing heavily, your heart beating in your chest at a frenzied pace. You pull at his hair, fingers tangling into the mess just so you feel something real in your grasp. If you don’t do something, you’ll lose your mind. Your body’s screaming at you to move, to run, but you can’t when there’s a beast pinning you to the wall.

There’s no way to ease the rush, or to persuade your body you’re not dying tonight - perhaps. If you’ll behave. Truth to be told, you wouldn’t want to run or feel safe even if you could. It’s too addictive, the feeling of blood rushing through your veins, your heart thumping like a rabbit’s caught in a hawk’s claws.

Baekhyun can hear it, he can smell it, as his little prey trembles in his hold in nothing but excitement that is not shared by your instincts. It makes his own so strong the world fades away as hunger takes over. You’re such a good prey. So afraid and so eager you all but put yourself into his lap, let him back you into a corner and he’s sure you’ll let him eat you up without fussing too. He can tell all warmth drains from your fingertips as his fans scratch up the column of your neck. His sharp senses only follow your blood - its warmth, its iron-y scent, the flow of it through your body. The artery right beneath his teeth is threatening to burst, so juicy and so full his body almost does something so human like salivating.

“Kissing you is the last thing I wanna do,” he finally responds but his tongue feels heavy and he drags it right over your pulse point, his body jolting in pleasure. You moan though your lips are pressed tightly together and it sounds almost as sweet as your heartbeat. The pain as you pull harder on his hair is sweeter. It’s so cute how desperately your mind is trying to anchor itself and brace itself against the terror of what it thinks is approaching death. Fortunately for you, Baekhyun likes to deny himself the pleasure as much as he likes to indulge, and he lets you pull his head away from your neck.

He responds to your desperate kisses lazily. His hands stroke up and down your sides, already caressing the bare skin under your shirt. You’re so full of life. He wants to take a little for himself. Yet you’re so greedy - hands grabbing at his collar, pulling him closer, clawing at him to rile him up or maybe in a poor and unwilling attempt at self-defense. Your teeth pulling on his lip and your sultry gaze are the last drop.

You gasp when he slams you against the wall, his body truly pinning you against the surface and his nails turning into claws that dig into your skin until it barely doesn’t break. It’s hard to breathe with the pressure of his body on yours. Your excitement grows and your fear spikes, but that’s alright. You can feel his excitement too. His pupils are blown wide and boring into yours. It’s an action guided purely by nature that you try to avoid the predatory gaze even as his breath mixes with yours and there’s nowhere else to look but the beast.

“Afraid yet, little human?” he whispers softly. It’s quiet enough that you can imagine he sounds concerned. Your mouth is too dry to speak, your throat too constricted and he’s not even choking you. His teeth, glistening in the moonlight coming in through the window, are still far from your flesh and blood. Your hands fall to hang limply by your body, the energy to fight leaves you and flight is not an option, yet your body is stuck in survival mode, helpless and shaking, and your eyes are getting teary. You’re such a good prey for him. “Will you beg for it?”

You take in a shaky breath but you can’t speak. Your mind blanks out when he dips his head and kisses the corner of your lips. Your jaw is next, he makes a tender path to where it meets your neck. He hovers without touching you, and you squirm against his body, the last spasms of a dying victim that are fruitless and only rouse the predator’s drive.

Your life flashes before your eyes. Shards of memories long forgotten - the same paralysis taking hold of your body the first time you heard a tiger’s roar, the same submission forced by instinct when you were forced into a corner with no means of standing up for yourself, and the state of being hyper aware of the blood rushing through your body when you met his hungry gaze for the first time.

His fangs are sharp enough that the pain comes later than the actual bite. You feel it like a blade slicing through the skin on your shoulder. He’s playing with you, and the tears pool in your eyes to the brim. You hear a gasp and realize that it’s you making the sound. Your muscles are drawn taut with tension, and it makes the next incision easy for him. Hissing, you feel the drops of blood dotting your skin. You’re more than familiar with his games, you know the cuts will heal quickly, leaving only faint scars behind. He’s just playing with his food until he’s not.

It’s different today. He’s impatient. You feel it in the way his claws already break skin and blood rises to the surface. Those won’t bleed much, merely leaving behind a bloody crust on his claws and uncomfortable little scratches that you’ll feel on your ribs every time you lay on your side.

Meanwhile his teeth nibble on the flesh of your neck and where he nibbles, he devours. You whimper, your hands curl into fist and your nails dig into your palm. You can’t do anything but let the pain wash over you. It’s only a little bite. Nothing more than an appetizer. Just a bit of flesh you don’t need and your body won’t miss. More blood than flesh, juicy and so fun to chew that it makes him shiver in excitement before he attacks your neck again. He’s just scraping you with his teeth a bit. Where’s the harm in that? It surely doesn’t hurt that much. Flesh won’t satisfy him, it won’t sooth the thirst clawing at his throat, but the pulpy addition to the liquid he needs is kind of fun.

The vibrations of Bakehyun’s satisfied hums and purrs tickle through your frozen state. The tears have long spilled and you’re biting your lip hard to stop yourself from crying out. Your neck is sensitive and tender from only just healing from your last encounter with the vampire. You won’t stand it for long, seeing as your hand already sought out his arms to grip onto. You close your eyes tight and try to get control of your breathing. You want to feel all of it. You don’t want to escape. Resisting instinct feels like overcoming death and you’re addicted to the high that follows.

He could shred your throat to pieces with his fangs alone but he’s just toying with you, leaving pretty little bloody lines that tempt him. His lips are bloody, his cheeks and chin and nose. He’s always been a messy eater when allowed to indulge. His throat burns, the void where his stomach used to be threatens to swallow him from the inside unless he quenches the thirst.

And then it comes.

“Please,” a faint plea, a cry, a sniffle from a pathetic little human that is offering a body much weaker than his own for him to use as he pleases, “Please drink from me.”

He feels your flesh splinter like wood when he bites where he littered your throat with his precise little bites and cuts and his eyes roll back as fresh blood fills his mouth. Distantly, he hears you scream so he presses himself firmer against you so you can’t breathe. He feels your blood drip in thick drops from his chin and down his neck. The metallic taste fills his soul with peace and soothes his aches. The iron tastes just like salvation. He keeps sucking out more of your blood and gulps it down eagerly. He can hear your heart beating, desperately trying to make for the lack of liquid it’s supposed to provide to your oxygen-starved body. He can feel you struggling, whimpering so weakly a human could not notice the sound.

He’s starving, famished, despite feeding not too long ago. Just a little taste and now he can’t get enough. You knew what you were getting into when you invited him to your home. Stretching, baring your neck for him to see. You wanted to get eaten. This once the blame is all yours. He licks the bites only to sink his teeth in again, to draw more pained sounds that soon die in your throat. He should let you go. He’s had enough to live without thirst. Now it’s just a decadent feast. Your thick blood pours down his throat and it’s a caress of angel’s wings. Just him and his good prey and the delicious blood. A heaven he has to let go.

Not yet, the vampire thinks as he licks his lips and the wound he left behind, he still needs more. He bites down again, lower, but close enough to let his teeth sink through the cracks in your flesh he made. You can’t scream anymore, choking on nothing as you try to breathe hopelessly, your body so weak as to be almost lifeless. It feels like your strength flows directly into him where his powers amplify it just to cause you more harm. The last of your tears spill from your eyes, and when you can no longer hold onto life and the world around you and your mind starts shutting down, you feel him lap at your neck.

The coagulated blood creates bumps that are a funny texture under his tongue, but that’s what he gets for getting carried away. You’re barely conscious - perhaps barely alive? He thinks for a moment, but your heart beats on, determined to make up for its failure to keep your body strong that is not its own fault. Still, you’re weak and fragile, and Baekhyun is grateful for how good a prey you were, and so he holds you still with all the tenderness he can muster when he’s at his strongest. He finishes his work with a kiss, and he hopes you felt it before you collapsed.

He should leave soon, before the dawn comes. You must be used to being left on the spot his kind fed from you. But seeing how pale you’ve become, and sucking the residue of your blood off his teeth, he’s overcome by genuine fondness. He sighs, collecting you in his arms. He carries you to bed and sets you down gently, cocooning you in blankets because he knows your body will struggle to produce warmth. He brings you water and some food, though he isn’t entirely sure if it’s ready to eat. Oh how simple his life is in regards to feeding.

His thirst satisfied and a favor done, he really needs to leave. You didn’t ask him to stay, nobody ever does. He doesn’t like to feel unwelcome, though he has a feeling that should you wake up with him in your bed, you wouldn’t entirely mind. He checks the sky outside. It’s still dark, but his body tells him he needs to get a move on to return to his own home safely. But then he hears your teeth chatter with cold, he sees you shiver even as you’re wrapped in all the warm and fluffy blankets he could find.

You were the perfect prey for him.

He should reward you after he took what he desired.

It feels like he’s disconnected from his body as he slips under the covers and maneuvers you to his chest. He knows he’s almost as warm as a human should be right after feeding, but he isn’t prepared to feel how cold you really are when you curl into him. Baekhyun sighs and pets your head. He doesn’t need sleep, his body won’t allow it either, but this sensation isn’t all that bad. He’ll allow himself to analyze it while you rest.

Soon he’ll seek out a new human to feed on, but tonight he’s happy to see his prey live on.

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biaswreckingfics · 2 years

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I Still Love You...

Pairing: Byun Baekhyun x Female Reader

Genre: Angst, Exes to Lovers AU

Word Count: 6.8k

Warnings: pure pain awaits you 😅😅 good luck?

Summary: At the time, it seemed like the smartest decision when you and Baekhyun broke up. You deeply loved each other, but priorities and life were against you, and being together became too hard.

Coming face-to-face with him half a year later, reveals how deep your feelings still are for him, and you're terrified that you'll never be able to move on from him... or that you'll even want to in the end.

Notes: *inspired by this drabble* *italicized parts are flashbacks* *listen to Baekhyun's song Love Again to suffer even more* *Lastly, Happy birthday, Baek!!*

Laughter fills the air as your group of friends tease each other. Focusing mostly on the elusive host of the quickly planned get-together you're attending, Yixing smiles good-naturedly as he willingly takes the jokes being thrown his way. An overwhelming sense of happiness floods you as you watch them all. This is how things should be. You and the people you love relaxing and enjoying life together.

It's been way too long since this group of people has been together like this. Where you've all managed to get away from work and school, and Yixing was able to take time off and fly back to you guys. With Yixing being in a different country, it's hard to come across moments like this, so you cherish them and hold onto them for dear life.

There's just one integral piece of your community missing. If you have to guess, he's probably going to show up any second. Baekhyun never misses it when Yixing comes to town. No matter how busy he is.

Your heart flutters at the thought of seeing your ex again. Of seeing his bright smile grace his face as he laughs at something one of you says. You take a calming breath as you think about Baekhyun and remember that things are different now. That beautiful smile he always sent your way was no longer yours to receive. That reminder alone nearly breaks your heart all over again.

Yixing's laughter greets your ears again, and you pull yourself out of your thoughts to study his face. The pure joy you see on it helps you make a decision you didn't realize you were contemplating. Tonight, you'll push aside the feelings you still have for Baekhyun. You'll pretend that you're fine and unhurt just to keep those smiles on your friends' faces. To not cloud over their night with your angst.

You'll ignore him as much as you can and try to forget about how you're still completely in love with him. How you're actually excited to see him. To see his eyes sparkle as he animatedly speaks to everyone.

After the breakup, you had tried to move on from Baekhyun. You pushed yourself to go on dates - to try to connect with other people - but it just didn't work. You found yourself comparing all of your dates to him and wishing it was him across from you instead of these random strangers. You wished it was Baekhyun sending you good night texts or showing up at your door with flowers, and you felt bad for those poor souls who tried to capture your attention. Unfortunately, your mind was stuck on one person.

A knocking sound on the front door fills the room, and your heart beats wildly in your chest. Yixing gets up from his seat to answer it, and you do your best not to turn around and watch. A chorus of greetings surrounds you as the door opens. Soon, everyone is yelling some variation of hello towards the newcomer. You turn your head toward the door, unable to stand it anymore, and your heart nearly stops as you take in Baekhyun in all his glory. A giant smile is present on his face when he sees Yixing and everyone else behind him.

Somehow, you find yourself anxiously sitting on some stranger’s couch all thanks to your best friend Dabin. The people around you are all very nice and seem lovely, but you've never been good at first meetings. You'd consider yourself an introvert when being introduced to new people, and it took a while to get out of your shell. The only reason you're here is because Dabin is finally meeting her boyfriend's friends, and she dragged you along for moral support.

A knock on the door slightly startles you, and you glance around the room wondering how many more people could possibly be showing up. There are already like 15 of you here. You turn to see who else has just arrived and when your eyes focus on one man, your breath is taken away. He's gorgeous… and the way he lively greets the host enchants you…

You swallow, trying to wet your dry throat as you silently watch him enter the home like he owns the place. Everyone shouts greetings or cheers as he approaches, clearly happy to see him. You feel a part of yourself shrinking as you take in his larger-than-life persona.

His eyes survey the room as he greets everyone, and when they fall on you, they light up with interest. He sends you a sweet smile that has your heart stuttering, and you know right then that this man is trouble.

"Y/N, this is our friend, Baekhyun."

Chanyeol’s voice still replays in your mind as you watch the same scenario unfold before your eyes. There's only one difference this time.

Baekhyun's not alone. His new girlfriend is with him.

Dabin had already warned you about her existence and the possibility that she'd be here tonight, so you were prepared for the most part. Dabin told you they've been together for a month and that it was still relatively new, but that didn't make it hurt any less. That did not mean that it didn't suck seeing them together.

Forcing a light smile on your face, you allow yourself to meet Baekhyun's eyes. They brighten as they find you, much like they did the first time, but that luminesce quickly disappears after a moment. You can see he's holding himself back and making it clear that you're nothing but an old friend. Someone important, but not important enough.

He offers you a small smile in return before his hand reaches toward his girlfriend, and he finds her fingers. If you could crawl further into your body, you would, but you try not to let that show as your gaze falls to her.

She's stunning. A piece of art that looks perfect besides Baekhyun, and from everything Dabin has told you about her, it seems like her personality matches. Good. Baekhyun deserves someone that'll treat him magnificently. He deserves happiness.

The quiet murmurs behind you make you realize that everyone is watching this moment. Even if they're attempting to be subtle - which, you know if you turn around, they're anything but - it feels like the room is collectively holding its breath. They all knew this moment was coming, but none of them knew how to properly approach it, including Baekhyun, who looks just as hesitant as you feel.

His girlfriend steps toward you, breaking the tension in the room and pulling your attention to her. She holds her hand out to you and introduces herself, breaking Baekhyun out of his stupor, so he can finish the introduction.

You lightly shake her hand, seeing no ill-will or malice in her gaze, and find yourself relaxing a bit. When you give her a genuine smile, you visibly see her shoulders relax. Obviously, she's extremely nervous to be meeting all of his friends like this. You knew exactly how that felt, so you didn't need to add any extra stress for her as the ex. You can put on a fake smile and pretend to be happy for their sake as well.

"Thank god that's over."

Chanyeol’s voice helps remove the rest of the tension in the room, and a couple people chuckle. You let a smile grace your face, but you're still focused on their presence, especially as they move to sit in the chair across from you. Baekhyun pats his lap for her to sit down. When she quickly glances around and realizes there aren't any other seats available, she sits down on his lap and gets comfortable. Much to your dismay, you see him wrap his arms around her waist and rest his chin on her shoulder. The sight is like a stab to your chest, but you push it away with all the rest of your emotions.

Except now that you're seeing him with your own eyes, it's like your brain wants to torture you. Flashes of important moments in your relationship repeat in your mind until you get to the one that you wish you could forget forever. The one you'd easily consider to be one of the worst moments of your life.

Baekhyun's hands are wrapped around yours, and the two of you are gripping and squeezing each other's hands like they're lifeboats keeping you afloat. Tears stream down both of your faces as you lean against each other on the couch.

This is the only solution. Both of you know it, yet, it's one of the hardest things you've ever done. The two of you love each other fiercely, but it feels like you're clasping and trying to hold on to something that just keeps slipping through your fingers. Neither of you wants to let go, but what else can you do? It's a heartbreaking case of the right person at the wrong time.

Between the stresses of work and school, trying to achieve your dreams, and keeping your families happy, your schedules are like night and day. Finding time to be with each other is becoming impossible. The two of you are like ships passing each other in the night. You know the other is there for you, but you rarely ever see them. You both hate it and curse it, but neither of you knows how to change it without compromising things you need or want. Even if being together is one of those things.

"I think it's time we let go," Baekhyun says, though it comes out as more of a sob.

You bite your bottom lip until you taste blood. This isn't what you want. This isn't what either of you want, but what other option is there? It's too hard to keep going on like this. You're too tired of trying to fight for something that doesn't seem like it's meant to be.

You nod because you know if you open your mouth, words won't be what comes out. A whine of someone who's in pain will kiss the air, and neither of you will have the strength to go through with this after. You'll continue being lonely and miserable instead.

Dabin accidentally bumps you, pulling you out of memories you hoped you had suppressed. The breakup was seven months ago, but it still hurts like it was yesterday. It still feels like you can't breathe when those memories resurface.

"Hey," Dabin gazes at you with concern. "You okay?"

You pull that same empty smile back on your face and nod. The sympathetic expression on hers tells you that it's obvious where you had gone in your head. She forces you to join the discussion with the others, probably hoping to distract you.

Glancing at the faces around you, you allow their lively expressions and laughter-filled smiles to pull you from those upsetting memories. This is what you need to focus on. The here and now with the people you love and cherish.

Though once old group memories begin to get brought up, it's hard to separate your relationship with Baekhyun from your relationship with the group. They were so entwined and connected. There are no group memories without coupled Baekhyun and you, and you're gonna have to accept it and roll with the punches.

"Didn't Dabin threaten to beat Chanyeol up for that?"

"Girls must have a thing for threatening Chanyeol because I remember Y/N threatening him too," Jongdae answers Sehun in a roundabout way, causing Baekhyun to chime in.

"That was well deserved!"

Your mind flashes back to Junmyeon's birthday when the group was playing Truth or Dare in an attempt to get Junmyeon to embarrass himself. Jongin was on a health kick, and when Chanyeol saw an opportunity to mess with Baekhyun, he took it.

You repeat the word "please" in your head as Chanyeol looks for his next victim. He already made Jongdae eat some gross-ass thing he concocted, and you didn't want to be his next victim. If you choose truth, Chanyeol knows enough of your secrets that it could backfire on you.

"Baekhyun! Truth or Dare?"

Baekhyun meets his gaze with an unbothered expression. "Dare."

Chanyeol grins wickedly before standing up and walking to the bowl of salad Jongin brought. He reaches into the bowl, ignoring Jongin's protests about his dirty fingers, and pulls out a green circle.

"I dare you to eat this."

Snickers fill the air around you as you stare at the cut-up piece of cucumber. You quickly turn and look at Baekhyun, but his glare is leveled on Chanyeol. Everyone knew Baekhyun hated cucumbers and that this is the one dare he wouldn't do, including Chanyeol.

"No."

"No? Then, I guess you better strip naked and run down the street to the police station."

Your eyes widen at Chanyeol’s second option. Junmyeon immediately protests, citing he doesn't want to see Baekhyun naked or arrested for indecent exposure, but Chanyeol ignores him completely.

"I had to send a nude to my ex last time. Someone - besides me - is getting naked."

"We're grown adults," Sehun groans. "Why does anyone have to get naked?"

"So, my best friend either wants me dead or arrested," Baekhyun says with a deadpan expression.

Chanyeol rolls his eyes. "Don't be so dramatic."

You sigh and try to remind Chanyeol that the goal tonight is to embarrass Junmyeon, not Baekhyun. "Chanyeol, just give him a different dare, or else we're all going to just sit here for the rest of the night."

Chanyeol and Baekhyun are already stubborn people, but the moment alcohol is added, their stubbornness increases tenfold. You know that if one of them doesn't cave soon, the game is over, and someone will be pissy the rest of the night. Chanyeol must've realized this too because you noticed him slowly moving towards Baekhyun, offending green food in hand.

"Chanyeol, if you go anywhere near him with that cucumber, I will shove it down your throat," you threaten. You may be halfway tired of the two idiots, but you’re always willing to defend your boyfriend.

Chanyeol freezes, and Baekhyun looks at him in disbelief before immediately searching for the closest object to him. Junmyeon sighs loudly as a remote flies toward Chanyeol, and Jongin pouts, softly murmuring about Chanyeol’s fingers in his salad.

Rolling your eyes at the memory, you shoot Chanyeol a sweet smile and say, "It's okay. We got payback at the gym."

Dabin snorts next to you. "I forgot you stole all of his clothes while he was in the shower."

"That was not funny! Those little towels they give you don't cover shit!" Chanyeol whines, still visibly perturbed by the memory.

Baekhyun laughs. "When he came out of the locker room trying to cover himself with them, I thought I was going to die of laughter."

You and Baekhyun look at each other with wide smiles on your face. The trouble the two of you used to cause would drive the rest of the group nuts, but you both reveled in it. He was your partner-in-crime, and if the two of you could get away with something, you did it.

"God, the two of you were menaces together," Jongdae groans, causing Minseok to agree.

"They were quite the duo."

You both share soft smiles as you relive the pranks and mayhem you used to cause. The memories flood you with a warm feeling, and you suddenly wish you could go back in time and do it all over again, even if the outcome would still be the same.

"It's a good thing you guys broke up because you're too powerful together," Chanyeol jokes but doesn't realize it falls flat.

You fall silent, barely feeling Dabin shift closer to you so that your arms are against each other in a gesture of comfort. You feel eyes on you, and you look up to see both Junmyeon and Minseok looking at you with sympathy in their gaze. Minseok quickly looks away and changes the topic before it can get any more awkward, and you couldn't be more grateful.

Slowly, your eyes trail to Baekhyun, and it registers in your mind that he's gone silent as well. He looks deep in thought. Almost like the words affected him too. Like he wishes they never graced the air. Your eyes trail down to his hands, and you see him absent-mindedly playing with his girlfriend's fingers, something he did a thousand times with you.

You rip your gaze away as a sick feeling begins in your stomach, but not before Baekhyun notices your stare. You try to play it off, pulling Dabin into a side conversation until you feel his gaze drift away and take a deep breath. You can do this. You've got this.

Almost unwillingly, your eyes find their way back to Baekhyun. The sight before you has the air in your lungs vanishing and your heartbeat stuttering. Baekhyun leans toward his girlfriend as she leans back against him, and he kisses her lips softly. He kisses her like she's the most delicate and precious thing in this world, and it feels like your heart is being ripped from your chest.

The edges of your vision blacken. The couple is the only thing you can see, but it's almost like they're moving away from you, like you're seeing them but not really. A tiny whimper might have escaped your throat, but you're not sure. The only thing you're sure of is your fight or flight response kicking in, and you quickly choose the latter.

You're on your feet and escaping the room before your brain can completely register it. The only thing you know is that you need to get away as soon as possible. You need to distance yourself from them.

The first viable option you find is the bathroom. You quickly duck into the small room and shut the door behind you, locking it and leaning against the hard wood. Air burns your lungs as you suck it back into your body, and you finally start to notice your eyes burning. Blinking rapidly, you try to calm yourself down and make sure no evidence of your near breakdown is visible on your face, though your exit was glaringly obvious.

You move to the counter and flatten your palms on it in an attempt to ground yourself. Mumbled voices reach your ears, and you can hear the worry and questioning behind them. Instant regret slams into you when you realize you have to go back out there and face everybody, face them. Your temporary escape was only that. Temporary.

You thought you were prepared to face him, to see him with his girlfriend, and everything would be fine, but it's so far from the truth. You don't know if you can actually do this, but you have to try. For your friends. For Yixing. For yourself.

Working up the courage to go back out there, you take a few more steadying breaths and straighten your body. This is going to be embarrassing and awkward, but it'll pass. You'll make it through this night, and you'll never have to see Baekhyun and his girlfriend again if you don't want to… You almost hate yourself when you realize you'll gladly see Baekhyun again. No matter how much it hurts.

Coming up with a weak alibi, you flush the toilet and turn on the sink, pretending as if you went to the bathroom. You check your reflection as the water runs, making sure you're not splotchy and look normal. Once you're satisfied, you quickly wash your hands before shutting off the sink and drying them. You then swing open the bathroom door like everything's normal.

The conversation quiets down as you enter the room, and when nearly everyone is staring at you, you offer a sheepish smile.

"Sorry, I really needed to use the restroom."

The looks on their faces tell you they don't believe you at all, but they kindly accept the lie and focus on something else. When you sit down, Dabin gives you a worried look, but you wave her off and do your best to focus on her conversation with Jongin. It takes all of your willpower to not look at the seat across from you. Especially when you feel two sets of eyes boring holes into the side of your face.

You continue on like that for the next hour. You talk to the people around you, let their conversations pull your attention, and avoid Baekhyun's area like the plague. You allow yourself to live in the lie that everything is okay - that you're okay. It works. Barely.

"Dang, the chips are gone," Kyungsoo looks mournfully at the empty bowl.

"Beer too," Sehun adds, looking just as sad.

Knowing there's more in the kitchen, you stand up and offer to grab some more. Yixing shoots you a grateful smile since he's in the middle of a phone call, and you wave him off. You could use the distraction.

Walking into the kitchen, you take a moment to yourself before you move to the refrigerator and open it. You hear footsteps behind you and assume it's Yixing coming to help you, but when you turn to say something to him, you find out you're dead wrong.

Baekhyun stands in the doorway, hands tucked into the front pockets of his jeans as he lightly nibbles on his bottom lip. Your heart slams against your ribcage as you take in the sight of him, and you have to remind yourself to breathe.

"How are you?" He quietly asks.

It takes a moment for you to find your voice. "I'm okay… How are you?"

Baekhyun looks unsure of your words, but he's no longer in a position to question them, so he slowly nods. "I'm good."

"Good," you mumble, happy that he appears to be doing better than you. It'd almost hurt more to see him suffering like you are.

When words fail both of you, you put a fake smile on your face and say, "It's great we were all able to get together today."

Baekhyun's expression appears pained. Partially because it's sad that this is where the two of you are now, but also because you know he can see that you're hurting. Baekhyun always knew how you felt almost before you did, but you aren't going to allow that to be on his conscience. You both agreed to separate. He doesn't need to be punished because he found happiness again.

"Yeah," he clears his throat. "It's great to see everyone."

You hum and turn away from him, pulling the drinks out of the refrigerator so you can focus on something else. Something other than the most beautiful man in the universe staring at you like you're his favorite broken toy, and he doesn't know how to put you back together even though he desperately wants to.

"Are you okay?" He finally asks.

Your eyes fall closed, and you steady your breathing before you face him again. In the most believable voice you can manage, you say, "I'm fine."

"Don't…" He immediately says, shaking his head. "Don't do that."

"Do what?" Your voice comes out a little breathless due to the intensity behind his eyes.

The pained expression is clear on his face now. "Don't lie to me. Don't try to put on some face with me to save my feelings."

"Baekhyun, I'm not - "

"Please…" His voice cracks and that paired with the honest and raw expression in his pleading eyes is nearly your undoing.

You can't do this. You can't tell him the truth, but you can't lie either. Not to Baekhyun. You've never lied to him before, and he knew you like the back of his hand anyway. He'd know you weren't being honest. It didn't matter, though, because you can't tell him how you really feel. You can't tell him and upend his new world. You won't.

You open your mouth to speak, but he's quick to cut you off. "Don't lie to me, either… I know you. I know you're… hurting."

Debating the ramifications, you meet his pleading stare with an honest one of your own. This could be your one chance to tell him how you feel. Even if it doesn't change anything. Even if he acknowledges it and walks away, at least you told him…

"It hurts…" Your voice breaks. "It hurts seeing you be like that with someone else. It almost hurts to breathe in your presence, and it kills me to not be by your side because I am still so in love with you… so deeply in love with you that I'm scared I'll never be over you."

Your words nearly end on a sob, and you're amazed that you're able to get that much out. That you somehow found the strength to push them from your mouth.

Baekhyun's face is a mixture of surprise and shock. He knew you were hurting, but you don't think he knew how you were still in love with him. How much it hurt seeing him and his girlfriend today. A look of pure anguish and grief takes over his features, and you realize he has no idea what to say or do. He didn't expect any of that to come out when he asked if you were okay. Maybe an "It's hard" but certainly not "I'm still deeply in love with you".

He opens his mouth to speak, but nothing comes out at first. What can you even say to something like that? You immediately feel ashamed and like an idiot. He has a freaking girlfriend. She's right down the hallway for goodness sake! He's moved on. He doesn't still love you, and you should've kept your mouth shut like you originally planned.

"I'm so sorry," you blurt out. "I shouldn't have said anything."

You quickly move past him, trying to get away from what just happened, all while repeating how sorry you are for saying anything. Though, before you get past him and free of the kitchen, he grabs your arm and stops you.

"Wait."

"I shouldn't have said any of that."

"Will you please just let me talk?" His voice is more serious than you've ever heard it.

You squeeze your eyes shut. "I'm sorry. I know you've moved on. I should've kept it to myself."

"No, you shouldn't have." His grip tightens on your arm. "Now, will you just give me a moment to talk?"

Your eyes find his as tears threaten to leak from them. It's completely selfish not wanting to listen to what he has to say, especially after everything that just fell from your lips, but you can't be broken up with twice. You can't be rejected again, even if the first time was mutual. The first time nearly broke you. You didn't know if you'd survive a second time.

Pulling your arm out of his grasp, you shake your head and back away from him, preparing for your getaway. "I'm sorry… I can't."

Baekhyun's Pov

Baekhyun stands completely dumbfounded in the kitchen. Your words replay over and over in his head until he feels like he is in some sort of sick dream.

He's wanted to hear those words from you nearly every day since the breakup. Dreamt of it dozens of times throughout the months, and he considers pinching himself to make sure he's not dreaming right now. To make sure that you really just told him you're still in love with him. The person he had fallen so head-over-heels for it had knocked the breath out of him.

You still love him… but… he has a girlfriend now…

The feeling of being ripped open cracks his chest, and Baekhyun doesn't know if he's ever been more torn in his life. You're you. You're everything, but it didn't work out the first time, so why should he be stupid enough to think it'd work a second time? Especially when there hasn't been much change in either of your circumstances.

His girlfriend is amazing. Thoughtful, caring, giving… She makes him happy. She helped him come back from the darkness he felt when the two of you broke up. Helped him realize he could find someone to be happy with again, but she also wasn't you.

He sighs, having absolutely zero clue of what he should do. The tiniest part of him wishes he never asked, wishes he never knew your true feelings. That's just the selfish part of him that doesn't want to inevitably hurt someone he cares about.

It was already hard enough being here in your presence and having to relive old memories. Now, he has no idea what to expect as he walks out of the kitchen and back to the main room. He's unsure if he should look at you or not, but as he passes you, his eyes try to find yours regardless. He silently begs you to look at him, but you refuse. Your eyes are laser-focused on Yixing as he talks, but Baekhyun is positive you have no idea what he's saying. You're so still. He knows you're waiting for the hammer to fall down.

Baekhyun sits down, his girlfriend finding her way back on his lap again, and now all he can think about is how this sight might be killing you. If he were in your position, he had no idea what he would do. All he knew was that it wouldn't be pretty. He takes a deep breath and rolls his shoulders, causing his girlfriend to look back at him curiously. He flashes her a smile and decides to push your words out of his head and focus on the present.

That would be a lot easier if your actions didn't keep drawing his attention right back to you. Every time you speak or laugh, his eyes are drawn to you like a moth to a flame. He can't stop himself, and he's unsure if he even wants to.

You're just as beautiful as he remembered. Just as eloquent and lively as before, but he can see the difference in you, no matter how much you try to hide it. You're hurting, just as bad as he was, if not even more. Baekhyun feels sick at the thought. He thought the breakup would help you both, but it's clear it had the opposite effect. It destroyed you instead.

Your words continue to repeat in his head like a broken record. He knew how much it cost you to speak those words. To admit to being in pain and scared. To admit to being in love with him still… and it'd be a blatant lie for him to say he doesn't still have feelings for you.

The moment he heard those words from you, he wanted to take you back immediately. He wanted to pretend the breakup was just a nightmare and go back to the way things were. He almost told you he still loved you too, so much that the thought you felt even an inkling of the same electrified him. If you hadn't stopped him, if you had allowed him to talk, the two of you would probably be making up for lost time right now.

Shifting on his lap catches his attention, and he looks away from you to see his girlfriend watching him. Guilt threatens to drown him. None of this is fair to her. She doesn't deserve to have her boyfriend focused on someone else. She deserves the world, and Baekhyun is just now realizing he can't give it to her. He can't give her all of him because you still hold such a massive piece in your hands.

"What happened in there?" She softly asks.

Baekhyun's entire being freezes. He has no idea what to say. He barely even knows what to think himself, but he certainly knows that now isn't the time for this conversation. The two of them needed to talk in private, so for now, he'd play it off and act like everything is fine.

"Nothing," he gives her a soft smile. "We were just catching up is all."

Her eyebrows raise, and he knows she's smarter than that. She knows there's more to it.

"You both came out looking like different people."

Her words startle him. He hadn't realized how transparent he was being. Do they all know that something is going on? Is it written on your faces?

"Let's talk about it later," he says as gently as he can.

His girlfriend pauses for a moment before she says, "She still loves you, doesn't she?"

His breath escapes him, and he looks at her in surprise. If he felt like he was drowning earlier, a tidal wave was now crashing down on top of him too. Any chance of a lifeboat coming in and telling him everything will be okay is minuscule. How did she know?

She only nods, like the answer is clear to her. "And you?"

A tight feeling in his chest rises to his attention, and he has to remind himself to breathe. He doesn't want to hurt her. That's the absolute last thing he wants, but his silence gives her the answer she needs.

She turns away from him, slightly nodding to herself as she processes the information he didn't mean to give her yet. When she looks back at him, he sees acceptance on her face, almost like she expected this to eventually happen. A small smile and slightly watery eyes meet his gaze, and Baekhyun wants to pull her into the tightest hug. She doesn't deserve this.

She leans toward him and kisses his cheek before lowly murmuring, "Don't let her get away this time."

Before Baekhyun can even respond, she stands up from his lap. When people turn to look at her, she smiles and then turns to Yixing, thanking him for his hospitality. After that, she turns to the door and walks out, not only of Yixing's house but of Baekhyun's life.

A few people glance at him curiously, but all he offers them is a small smile. Even though he's feeling anything but calm. He's completely dumbfounded. Again. He's shocked by her actions, relieved that she gave him an out without so much as a word, and guilty for feeling relieved.

Baekhyun didn't know if he'd ever be able to do what she just did, but it completely fits her personality. Her soft and selfless nature, which only caused his guilt to grow, but… this is exactly what he wanted. He knew he couldn't be with her. He didn't want to be because of you.

He carefully watches you, and though you're trying your absolute best not to look over at him, he can tell you're dying to know what just happened. He thinks over your relationship, the small moments he deeply cherished, and all of the light and laughter you brought to his life… All the hell of not being able to see and spend time with each other was worth it for all those little moments you had together. He's still deeply in love with you too.

Y/N’s POV

Curiosity is getting the better of you. You're dying to know why Baekhyun's girlfriend left. Did she have somewhere else to be? It didn't look like they fought or anything. In fact, she kissed him on the cheek before she left. Surely, everything is okay between them… There's no way Baekhyun told her what you said, right?

You try to focus on Jongdae and Kyungsoo's conversation, but your mind is too busy running wild with possibilities and theories. You made a mistake telling Baekhyun your real feelings, didn't you? That's why she left, isn't it? No, that doesn't make sense. Why would that cause her to leave? It's not Baekhyun's fault how you feel, and it's not like he feels the same.

Well, you assume not, but you didn't exactly give him a chance to speak on anything you said. You tucked your tail and ran like your life depended on it. Baekhyun moved on, though, so you are assuming you're correct. Then again, you know what they say about assumptions…

You keep glancing over at Baekhyun, but he never looks your way. Actually, he barely looks at anyone. He just looks deep in thought as he stares at the armrest of Chanyeol’s chair. It drives you absolutely insane that nobody speaks about what happened. Your friends are some of the nosiest people you know, and you know they're dying to find out why Baekhyun looks spaced out and his girlfriend left.

As the night wraps up, you say your goodbyes, giving the people you don't see often extra tight hugs, especially Yixing. After making him promise not to be gone so long next time, you glance around the room to make sure you got everyone. When you spot Baekhyun talking to Junmyeon, you debate for a total of 10 seconds if you're going to say goodbye or once again tuck your tail and run. You choose the latter.

Grabbing your things, you exit Yixing's house, thinking you made a clean getaway when you suddenly hear a "wait" from behind. You freeze on the front porch, knowing that voice all too well. When you turn around, you see Baekhyun running toward you, almost breathless.

The determination in his eyes startles you, and when he takes a step toward you, you almost take a step back. Managing to stay still, you allow Baekhyun to reach down and take your slightly trembling hands in his. You look at him with wide eyes, your voice gone as you wait for him to say something. Anything.

"I still love you too," he says, eyes searching yours. "We made a mistake breaking up. We should've stuck it out together, living in those short moments of bliss when we could make time for each other. If I had known we'd both be miserable, I never would've allowed it to happen. When it was just me… I could handle it, but I can't handle you being unhappy too."

Your mouth parts in shock, and you search his face to try and understand if this is really happening. These are the words you've wanted to hear from Baekhyun for months. You want nothing more than to be with him again, but… it's no use. There hasn't been any change in your lives. Maybe you're slightly less busy, but it wouldn't make much of a difference.

"Baekhyun… Those words mean everything to me, but…" you whisper, "nothing has changed…"

"Can you really walk away when we both know that the other's hurting? When we both know what the other wants?"

Could you? Walking away the first time was hard enough. Now, you know what both sides of the coin look like, and you know you'd rather suffer the time you have to be apart just for those little moments. You want to be with him. Desperately. Without him, you're half the person you used to be.

"No…" you whisper, searching his eyes.

He can read the feelings on your face loud and clear. His hands drop yours and come up to cup your face. He pulls you toward him, meeting your lips halfway. You immediately open yourself to let him in, and he takes advantage, tongue swiping against yours feverishly. The both of you pour your entire souls into the kiss, letting the other know all the things you want to say but don't know how to word. Suddenly, it's like everything clicks into place.

A pounding sound startles you apart, and you both turn to see your friends banging against the glass of the window that overlooks the porch. A couple of them cheer while others continue to pound on the glass with happy smiles on their faces.

A grin overtakes your mouth, and you glance at Baekhyun to see he's wearing a matching one. His eyes twinkle as he looks at you before he pulls you back to him and kisses you just as passionately as before. The two of you put on a show for your friends, who eat up every second of it, and everything feels right again.

Baekhyun pulls away and rests his forehead against yours. You breathe in each other's air as he happily stares into your eyes.

"I'm never letting go of you again."

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kokobopam · 1 year

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Second part of my fic rec list! This time exo-centric because I spent a lot of time reading exo fics this year (and because they're my faves)

Keep in mind that, except for two fics, these are all horror stories. Regardless, I hope you can find something here that you like. And if you do, make sure you let the author know with some kudos and comments <3

(And come talk to me about it! I love talking about fics!)

PART 1

PART 2

EXO

supper of the lamb by sighphers (laychen, E, religious imagery & symbolism)

This fic has everything I love in a story (cannibalism as a form of devotion, religious imagery!) and it’s so surprisingly tender despite the horrors the characters go through.

Cyclic by SuperBlondie (baeksoo, E, horror, emotional manipulation)

I’m obsessed with the way this author writes horror. The atmosphere is so tense and urgent and you can really feel Baekhyun’s fear in this. And Kyungsoo..he’s absolutely terrifying.

came the last night by unniebee (Chanyeol-centric, M, gothic horror, haunted house)

Beautifully dark and sad gothic horror about a man restoring a mansion and the ghosts that haunt it. A fandom classic. Many people recommended me this fic and I was hesitant because of the pairing but it’s a chanyeol centric fic for most of the story and it’s so worth reading it.

without any noise by taonsils (mirokkuma) (chansoo, T, time loops, character study)

Reading this fic was so cathartic and healing in ways I can’t begin to describe. Chanyeol’s struggles feel so real but the heavy subjects are handled with so much care. It’s a beautiful story and I hold it very close to my heart.

metamorphosis by sophluorescence (sophluorescent) (baekxing, E, cult of celebrity, body horror)

Baekxing are so deliciously messed up in this fic; so determined to destroy each other (and themselves) if that means that would make the audience love them even more

The Me In You by Nyxessa (Jongdae-centric, G, Obsession AU)

Such a great obsession fic explaining the mv. It’s so hazy and tense and unsettling that it’s going to make you feel like you’re there with the exos.

0K by zoke (Jongdae-centric, M, serial killers)

Murder! So much murder and things that aren’t supposed to happen and jongdae being his best unhinged self. I love it.

in the d(r)ead of night by silvercompass (Kyungsoo-centric, G, Lucky One inspired)

A story that follows exo after they escape the labs in lucky one. Was it really that easy? I seriously love this one, it kept me on the edge of my sit from beginning to end.

(Not) Quite The Same by the_casual_cheesecake (subaek, E, canon compliant)

Let me scream about this fic characterization because it’s SO GOOD!! The author…they know, they understand them! Also, this story is the reason I love canon compliant fics now wow

#exo #exo fics #fics #fanfics #fic recs #laychen #baeksoo #chansoo #chanyeol #kyungsoo #jongdae #baekxing #subaek #kokobopam 2022 fic recs

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haveanotherkpopblog · 1 year

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Once Upon a Dream

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Pairing(s): Byun Baekhyun x Fem!Reader, Park Chanyeol x Fem!Reader

Genre: Angst, Drama, Fluff, Royalty!AU

Word Count: 1.2K

Warnings: Mild Language

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Once upon a time, in a far away land known as Ellesmere, there sat a palace. The palace sat tucked into a mountain side, watching over the whole kingdom from its perch. Red, black and gold covered the ceiling, walls, and tables inside the palace. Nobles and courtiers danced around the ballroom as beautiful music mingled with their laughter and talking, creating a harmony you could only wish to hear. Whispers flew through their ears of bets on who the Prince, whom the ball was being held for, would choose as his bride, his future queen.

The doors to the ballroom swung open and two of the contending ladies stepped through. One of noble breeding, the other from a humble background. They made their way down the steps, arms interlocked as the music swirled around them. One turned to the other, a rueful smile on her face as she took in her competitor, her friend’s, appearance.

“You look so beautiful. The Prince won’t be able to keep his eyes off of you,” she said, a bittersweet tone to her voice as she bowed her head. She smoothed the creases of her dark green dress. It shimmered under the pale light of the chandeliers with every step or turn she took. Her dark curls sat high on her head, kept out of her face unlike her usual mane that bounced without restriction.

“Ha!” A cold, chilling laugh turned the pair’s attention towards yet another competitor. A young woman stepped up to them, her fiery gaze upon them. Danger and power radiated off her like heat from the sun. She wore a dark purple with light grey undertones. Her violet hair sat in a pristine bun at the nape of neck. She looked every bit the noble lady she’d been raised to be.

“He might like the way she looks, but when it comes to choosing his future queen, he knows who’ll be able to handle ruling at his side.” The humble maiden smiled a sweet, genuine smile that stabbed the miser’s heart.

“May the best woman win,” she said. The purple-haired noble pursed her lips, looking down her nose. She spared the other lady a fleeting glance before she gave a smile back.

“I plan to.” She turned on her heel and marched away, her hips swaying with each step. The women shook their heads as they watched her walk away.

A loud trumpet blared, drawing their attention to where the herald would be announcing the Prince’s arrival. Their hearts pounded in the chests as the realization dawned on them fully that tonight was the night that lives would be changed, for better or worse. Sweat formed on the brow of the fair maiden as she did her best to steady her breath.

“Here he comes.”

The Prince, young and handsome, stopped before the ladies, offering them each a deep bow. His brown locks, usually free to bounce and dangle as they pleased, had been combed into a perfect side part, giving him the usual Prince Charming glow. He turned to the humble maiden, entranced at how her eyes shone like diamonds under the soft light of the chandeliers.

“May I request this dance?” he inquired.

“Absolutely.” She bowed, slipping her hand into his waiting hand with a smile.

“I was hoping you’d say that.” He gave her a grin, leading her to the center of the ballroom.

Another waltz began, and they glided around with complete grace. The other nobles and guests seemed to disappear while time stood still between as they gazed into each other’s eyes. Her gown swirled around them with each twirl as she glided through each step with practiced ease, as if she’d been dancing her whole life.

“Just to think, a few months ago, I didn’t know the first steps to a waltz,” she mused with a thoughtful smile.

“And now no one would ever know that you weren’t born into this life,” the Prince replied. His face grew solemn the longer he stared at her. “I hope you never regret coming here.”

“Why would you say that?” she asked, surprised.

“Well, so much has happened and…” The Prince trailed off as the song began to wind down. Yet, the Prince could not bear to pull himself away from her--not quite yet. “I need to talk to you.”

“Is everything alright?” she asked, her heart beating out of control at six simple words. The Prince sighed.

“It’s been impossible to get even a moment alone with you these last few days, but I need to know--”

“Ahem!” Both she and the Prince jumped. They looked over to see the purple-haired nobel. She didn’t spare the young maiden a glance as she batted her eyelashes at the Prince. “Your Highness, may I be so bold as to cut in?”

“Oh, of course,” the Prince said, startled, and somewhat disappointed. The young maiden placed a soft and delicate hand on his elbow.

“We’ll talk later,” she assured him.

“Yes.”

As the Prince glided away, the young maiden made her way to the side of the ballroom, where she spotted a familiar and comforting face. He stood brooding against the wall, his arms folded over his chest as he took in his surroundings. When he spotted the young maiden, his jaw hit the ground. He called to her, unable to believe his own eyes. She let out a gentle laugh, surprised as well.

“I didn’t know you’d be here tonight,” she said. Servants of the palace walked by them, holding trays with savory food that tickled their noses. She snatched an hor d’oeuvre off a passing tray, popping it into her mouth before others had the chance to see. He nodded his head towards the Prince, oblivious to her previous actions.

“He insisted.” He turned to look at the young maiden. “I guess I should congratulate you.” The young maiden turned her head, furrowing her brows. “You look exactly like one of them. I guess you are one of them, now.” His face darkened as he turned away from her. “This time tomorrow, you might be the future queen. And then our lives are going in very different directions.”

The young maiden followed his gaze to the dance floor. The music was swelling as the guests laughed and drank with each other. Courtly gossip and political satire circled through them like water in a noria. She gave a soft smile, using a gentle hand to turn his attention back to her.

“If I’m chosen as the Prince’s bride, I’ll still be me,” she said. He gave her a rueful smile, looking down at her dress.

“Looking at you now, it’s hard to believe that.” His face turned serious once again, staring off past her shoulder at nothing in particular. “This place has a way of changing people, and some of us liked the girl you used to be. You know that, right?”

“I promise, I’m still the same me, even under this fancy ball gown.” She started grinning, nudging him with her shoulder. “If I ever get too cocky, just remind me that the first time we met, I was taking out garbage and waiting tables.” He laughed, shaking his head.

“Feels like so long ago, now. Can’t believe it’s only been a few months.

“Yeah, but after everything that’s happened, it feels more like…”

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jazzaiko · 1 year

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Jazzaiko’s Fic Masterlist

https://archiveofourown.org/users/jazzaiko

Arranged based on posting date. Please check the ratings and mind the tags! Happy reading~~

EXO fics

BAEKCHEN

A Ride for Two (T)

After Work (G)

Encounter (G)

What I Want For Christmas (T)

Come closer, I need you (E)

Rewind (M)

White Noise (N/A)

Love in the Lockdown (Even Coronavirus Can’t Separate Us (E)

One Are We (M)

Hunt (T)

Sweet Blood (M)

Cinnamon Mint (E)

I’m Serious!! (G)

Play With Me (G)

밤비 Night Rain (G)

Just In This Moment (G)

Affections Touching Across Time (G)

Worthy (G)

“It’s not always just talent” (G)

Project: Resurrecchen (G)

ghost (T)

CBX

Home (G)

CBXD

Surprise (G)

CHANBAEK

This Thing Called Love (G)

CHANCHEN

Show me a brand new beat (E)

Of Crime Chase and Coffee (T)

The stars in the night (G)

Until the rainstorm stops (I’ll find you) (M)

Take Me Away, My Romeo (T)

The Gift (G)

Rivals (G)

In every universe (G)

Fingering - SNS AU (M)

Night Patrol (G)

CHANYEOL - CHEN - LAY

Our Song (G)

CHANSOO

I’m so fur-tunate to have you (G)

CHEN - EUNJI

Shall We? (G)

CHENCHEN / ChënChen

Parallel Lines (M)

Gone, but I’m feelin’ too alive (G)

CHENKAI

Penitence (M)

Like the Sun (G)

CHENSOO

An Eggcellent Date (T)

Beta Love (G)

It Only Takes A Moment (G)

What’s Wrong with Do Kyungsoo? (T)

So dangerous, so dear (E)

SECHEN

(L)inked (G)

Third Time’s the Charmspeak (T)

I Smile (G)

Falling For You (T)

Resolve (T)

The fateful night (G)

Playlist (T)

SUCHEN

28 September 2019 (G)

Three Reasons Why (G)

I’ll stay with you the way I am (T)

XINGDAE

Don’t ask again for the moon (T)

Midnight Melody (G)

I’ll see right through you and make you all mine (T)

Miracle (T)

Come Back (Promise) (E)

You who melted me warm (T)

XIUCHEN

Americano (G)

Dear my dear (G)

The Sun and The Moon (G)

Ctrl+O my heart to you (G)

A Moving Day (G)

A little snow, a little spark (G)

run(a)way (G)

Good Night Chen (G)

All Night Long (E) - collab with singingcatboys & uxiumin

Flower Collection (G)

XIUHO

Take Me Home (G)

XIUSOO

Do’s Dream Design (G)

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Band LUCY

Choi Sangyeop x Shin Yechan

To be with you in the same sky (G)

They can’t make you feel better (Fill it up) (E)

Perfect Date (G)

Beyond the Haze (T)

Oh my darling (T)

Good night good dream (G)

Cho Wonsang x Shin Gwangil, Choi Sangyeop x Shin Yechan

Chocolate (T)

열 (T)

OT4 (Sangyeop x Yechan x Wonsang x Gwangil)

Like this (E)

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OTHERS

AVATAR: THE WAY OF WATER

Dear Brother (T) Neteyam & Lo’ak

DOCTOR STRANGE

Happier (G) Stephen Strange x Christine Palmer

MENCURI RADEN SALEH (Yusuf Hamdan / Ucup x Piko Subiakto)

Soulmate (G)

Take a bullet (T)

Hujan (G)

11.11 Pepero Day (T)

(will be updated if I write something new)

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sunnyhyu · 2 years

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Baekhyun Masterlist

[touch it for real] series, rommates au, virgin!baekhyun, (optional) smut, fluff, extreme slowburn, reader teaches baekhyun how to date, friends to lovers (go into the author’s recent works to find all 10.5 parts of the fic) X🧸

[tokyo 2112] oneshot, (non-explicit) smut, enemies to lovers, based loosely off cyberpunk 2077, angst, violence, a little blood, rich!baekhyun, criminal(?) reader

[finding atlantis] series, smut, fluff, enemies to lovers, minor character deaths, heavy angst, pirate!au, violence, drowning, gay and bisexual themes, i cried so bad, ft. members from exo, red velvet, nct, and shinee X🧸

[untitled] drabble, fluff, established relationship, soft, gentle touches

#exo #exo fics #exo x reader #byun baekhyun #baekhyun x reader #fic recs

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dreamylittlesugarcube · 2 years

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jongbross · 5 months

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lustful eyes (oh sehun x reader)

pairing: oh sehun x reader word count: i'm at my second drink, i don't know how to count genre: suggestive warnings: swearing? a/n: first drabble of the niiight <3

you smirked at sehun’s reaction when he saw you. his lips were slightly open in awe, his gaze wandering your body as just one thought raced through his mind.

fuck, they looks good in navy blue.

you turned around to look yourself in the mirror again, fingers adjusting the way too expensive necklace around your neck.

“what do you think?”, you asked him.

through the mirror, you saw sehun blinking until his eyes were suddenly focused on yours. something shifted inside him and it reflected on his face - now, his jaw was clenched and you could swear you heard a deep groan coming from the back of his throat.

sehun started walking to you, eyes never leaving yours. you turned around again, facing him as he approached you and, with a gentle push, he pressed you against the wall right beside the mirror. his palms spread on each side of your head, his body hovering yours; he wanted to be closer than your clothes allowed.

your gaze dropped from his lustful eyes to his lips, admiring the lines that formed one of your favorite parts on his body. without saying a word, sehun kissed you deeply, every cell within him fighting not to grab you and touch you - you two were already late to the event, he couldn’t risk ruining your outfit no matter how much he wanted to.

“you look amazing”, he whispered against your lips.

“glad you liked”, you whispered back, smirking as you wrapped your arms around his neck and tugged on his hair, pulling him in for another kiss.

gosh, how could he resist you?

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randomstoriesandwhatnot · 2 years

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Halloween week and searching for halloween fics 😁😁

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synthetickitsune · 5 months

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Paws & Tendrils ✧ b.bh

Pairing: Alien Baekhyun x human!(gn)reader Genre: fluff-ish Summary: It's always a risky business introducing pets to each other, so imagine Baëkhyun's surprise when not only does he not have to do that, but it goes better (or worse) than he expected. Word count: 4.7k Warnings: mentions of abduction and past torture (or something) A/N: I was shown a sweater with three eyed alien cat and ran with it... I miss when there was actual plot to the fics ✨

Steady. Slow and steady, you will yourself. Your breathing is too loud in your ears, but you can’t hold your breath forever. Oxygen is a luxury that you need to enjoy while you can - while you’re allowed to. But if you breathe, he’s sure to find you - faster than he would if you didn’t anyway. The desk you’re hiding under isn’t exactly the most inconspicuous spot. It’s an impossible situation, though you suppose the current state of your life as a whole is. You swallow around the lump in your throat and try to blink back the burning sensation in your eyes.

There is no reason for this to be your life.

You’ve done nothing but lived as best as you could. So why…- A sudden lick on your cheek makes you jump a little as you’re awoken from your thoughts.

The creature is surprisingly cat-like. The body shape is approximately the same, although sometimes it seems to be obeying laws of a different nature than animals you’re used to. Sometimes it moves in a way that’s not quite right. Sometimes it looks different than it did the previous day but you can never put a finger on why or how. Its tongue is cool and the saliva leaves a stinging sensation that feels more ticklish than painful.

It’s watching you with its three unblinking eyes, round and dark with speckles of light, as if always mirroring the empty universe surrounding you. Unnerving perhaps isn’t quite the word you’d use. The creature’s stare is comforting in the same way a deja vu might be, the way a dark and lonely street might be if you could be sure you’re the only one walking it. Still, the doubt remains. The comfort is never certain. The cat might not be your friend. It doesn’t help that it doesn’t feel like a cat under your fingers.

If anything, it feels like the creature is trying to produce fur without knowing what exactly fur is. Sometimes it feels like running your fingers through thinly sliced seaweed, sometimes like silk. Sometimes it’s like the fibers covering its skin are trying to pull your fingers closer. Today, however, it’s doing a pretty good job.

Its nose is as cold as the rest of its body. It’s smooth and when the cat nudges your jaw with it, it feels like metal. You can’t help the wobbly smile that appears in the presence of the creature. It might not be a friend, who knows if it’s not simply obeying some orders of its master, but at least it feels like it’s trying to comfort you.

You’ve seen it often. It often lounges around while you’re chased, it rests in their laps or their shoulders sometimes and they treat it gently. If you held less fear and more desire towards your captors, perhaps you would be jealous of it.

You wrap your arms around the creature, hug it to your chest and even if you do panic at the purr-like noise it makes, you can’t be upset with it. It rubs its head against yours, it behaves just like an affectionate cat would. If you close your eyes, you can almost imagine you’re back home.

“What do you think you’re doing here?”

You jump and bang your head on the top of the desk, wincing. His voice sounds unamused. Angry even. You know you’re not supposed to be hiding. Not from Baëkhyun. He prefers the chase. The cat in your arms makes a chirping noise and you relax your hold on it, giving it an option to run away. To run to its master. To run away. To be smarter than you. It doesn’t, however. It curls itself comfortably on your chest, rubbing its head against you in contentment.

You want to look at him. You want to know if you're in trouble. But you don't dare. Your head hurts. You want to move further into the corner but your body is frozen and not even the creature curled up on your chest helps.

“Interesting,” you hear him mutter in a tone you've never heard before. Alarms blast in your head. New never means good around here. You hear movement. You brace yourself for impact, you brace yourself for any manner of pain. There's none.

“Aren't you careful today?” he hums, “Look at me.”

You do. Slowly, cautiously, and find a smile on his face. It doesn't seem malicious, but it seldom does. Baëkhyun is very good at deceiving you, illusions are his specialty. His hand hovers just an inch from your face. When it makes contact, it's cold but soft. It doesn't hurt. When he strokes your cheek with his thumb, there's no claw cutting into your skin.

“Are you getting along well?” the alien nods towards the cat. He reaches for it, stroking its back as it lays in your arms. “My two cute pets together.”

You look down to the cat and shiver. Its… not fur anymore but tendrils reach out towards his fingers and wrap around them. You have an uncomfortable feeling they're communicating with each other. His face remains unchanged, however, so you can't guess anything. His affection is gentle, but that can shift any second. Towards you at least, you don't think he'd hurt the creature. Despite treating you both about the same at the moment.

“Are you not afraid of it?” Baëkhyun asks, and he sounds genuinely curious, which immediately makes you suspicious.

“No,” you shake your head. He hums. The corner of his lips twitches.

“That's a little… mean,” he tastes the word on his tongue “Don’t you think?”

His touch remains gentle. You don’t get a second of his attention. He seems oblivious to the seeds of terror sprouting in your bones, weaving into your soft tissues.

Then he drops his hand and you curl further into a ball, expecting a blow, but it doesn't come. Instead, he wraps his arm around your waist. He sits down next to you, his side pressed against yours and he pulls you even closer. His other hand is still messing with the cat's lapping tendrils, playful and carefree. The cat's watching you with a curious gaze. The eyes hidden in the skin of its cheeks blink open as well. You can't swallow. You can't breathe.

You didn’t know about those, and now five eyes are staring at you, two more joining them when Baëkhyun turns towards you too. It’s too much. Their words start ringing in your mind. You should be grateful. They could get rid of you as easily as they abducted you. You don’t deserve anything. A being as useless as you doesn’t deserve attention. You don’t want any either… not under these uncertain circumstances.

“Why aren’t you afraid of it?” his voice is low when he asks his question, leaning closer until his lips brush against your cheek. The touch is light, if you weren’t so scared you might say it was enjoyable, but currently it only makes your tears overflow.

Still, you know better than to let him wait, so with a shaky voice you respond: “It never hurt me.” It’s familiar. It makes me feel safe.

He makes a noise that’s a cross between mockery and sympathy. You feel something grab your jaw. It’s his fingers, smooth, warm. His other hand is still petting the cat. What’s holding you then? “I never hurt you with mine either, did I?”

Oh.

“Shhh,” he soothes you, the appendages around your waist gently massaging the small of your back. Your vision is out of focus. The world is spinning. You barely feel the weight of the creature on your chest. “Little one, shhh.”

He’s right. He never hurt you with his tentacles, but that doesn’t mean he never will. And you made him mad. He had to scold you. He’s angry with you. That never goes without punishment. You dared to prefer a pet above him. That deserves more than a punishment. What that would be, you have no idea but you’re sure he does. He’s always so creative. Your lungs are burning but you don’t dare to breathe. You’re not deserving. You insulted him. You’re useless. You-

“Hey,” he says, his voice domineering and stern. It’s a reflex that you immediately snap to attention, your eyes lowered but face tilted towards him. “Don’t go anywhere. Stay with me. Breathe.”

So you do. Slowly you inhale and exhale. You keep your breathing stable even when the tentacles wrap fully around your waist. Your mind fills with images of him squeezing the life out of you, of him severing your torso from the rest of your body. You breathe anyway. Would your eyes pop out of their sockets if he put enough force into his hold? Would you feel it - and how much would it hurt? Would it make him laugh?

That’s what you should care about.

If only you could get it through your thick skull that it doesn’t matter if you live or die - what matters is that he’s not bored. Or rather that all of them are not bored. You should remain pliant and rest assured that they are satisfied with you. Never go around upsetting them, just a toy at their disposal. How much easier it would be if you could be happy seeing them happy.

And well… It’s not like you’re not. They can be pleasant when they’re happy. Easier to deal with. Not as cruel, more prone to taking care of your basic needs. Maybe they’re getting used to what you need just like you are getting used to them and what their uses for you are. It could be worse. They… they seem to be fond of you. In their own way. There’s some reassurance in that.

The cat is weighing down on your chest. You can feel it again with each rise and fall of your chest. It brings you back into your own body. It’s heavier than it should be - than it would be if it was a creature of Earth - but it doesn’t feel bad.

“Just like that,” he encourages. His voice is friendly. You don’t trust it. The tentacles still pulse around your body. They don’t feel like a threat. The only thing stopping your body from melting into him is your fear. Even if he could ignore how well you treat his pet compared to him, he won’t tolerate insults. It’s only a matter of time before he strikes.

You should’ve been more careful. You shouldn’t have let yourself be found in the first place.

“Tell me, hm? Did I ever use these,” he punctuates the word by squeezing your waist with the appendages, “To cause you pain?”

You shake your head. “No.”

“See? That’s so easy then. Why would you be afraid?” he chuckles, his hand patting your knee. Before your thoughts can turn properly bitter thinking about the answer you won’t voice aloud, he continues. “Did anyone allow you to be afraid?”

The words feel like a bucket of icy cold water poured over your head. Your body locks itself up completely with tension so tight it’s even hard to breathe. All over again you get stuck inside your own mind. Were you doomed from the start then? From all the way before the chase even began? The alien just laughs. Only his voice is able to override your panic and get through to you, lest you make your situation worse by unwittingly ignoring him.

“What fun would the hunt be with a prey that’s not scared?” he leans his head against yours, well aware that your own body won’t allow you to move an inch, “Did you enjoy hiding with my pet, my pet?”

You… Did you? Meeting eyes with the animal, all you see in the five dark orbs is your own reflection. He has yet to pull away from you. It almost seems like he’s resting. Like he doesn’t mean to harm you. In the cat’s eyes, it’s just a peaceful scene. Like a family. A couple. You’re the one who seems off. You’re the alien one in the picture you see. Unnaturally tense, your posture uncomfortable and unlike what you should be in a similar situation. You don’t fit there. You’re ruining it.

“I told you to stay with me,” you hear his voice right next to your ear. You realize you’ve stopped breathing again but when you try to take a breath - you can’t. Something’s wound so tightly around your waist and all the way up to your chest that you can’t breathe. You feel the tentacles pulsing and it’s a soothing sensation, but their hold is too strong. Confused and panicked, you look at Baëkhyun, who holds your gaze for a couple seconds before he eases the grip just enough so you can breathe. You don’t look away as you take in the air calmly, the limbs around you too tight to breathe in deeply. He watches you intently, his tentacles following each rise and fall of your chest. Eventually, you calm down and your eyes fall closed.

You feel exhaustion that you cannot ignore. Living with them is almost constant fear and stress. It’s been taking a toll on your body for far too long. There are always bruises and little wounds your body needs to heal. The constant state of exhaustion and desire to sleep likely doesn’t help your already cracked and fragile psyche at all. Despite yourself you feel giving in, tension dissipating from your muscles involuntarily. He hums, satisfied it seems. He holds you securely with his tentacles, one hand still stroking your knee. The cat…?

You open your eyes to find it gone. You frown, turning to face him again but instead something soft and moist bumps into your head. It feels like seaweed. The creature makes a rumbling noise that’s followed by a chuckle.

“It really likes you,” Baëkhyun notes and not a second later there’s the now familiar and comfortable weight curled on your stomach. The cat’s now back to sleepily blinking up at you with three eyes. “You’re lucky.”

You want to ask why, want to ask what would happen if the creature didn’t like you - but you don’t necessarily want to know. Maybe that’s your problem - asking too many questions that ultimately don’t matter. What matters is them and what they desire. You should already know that by now. You move your arm, surprised to find it hasn’t been bound to your body, and stroke the cat’s kelp-like fur.

“I’m sorry,” you whisper softly. What if the “lucky” part wasn’t necessarily connected with the cat at all?

“Ah, so you know you’ve done something bad,” he hums, crossing his arms over his chest. The tentacles rest wrapped around your body. They don’t move. You don’t like the uncertainty, but you don’t have enough strength left to anticipate his reaction. Your body has run out of adrenaline a long time ago. “Did you do it on purpose?”

That’s a tricky one. It’s not like you wanted to disobey him, but you couldn’t take it anymore. You didn’t have a choice. Your body made the choice for you, really. You’d lose your mind if you kept running, knowing it’s pointless because he’s always gonna catch up. Or you’d run into another one of them and you’d be twice as fucked.

“N-no,” you swallow heavily, “I… I couldn’t go on.”

“That’s not what I asked, is it?” he clicks his tongue but he still looks more entertained than anything in the cat’s eyes, “I asked if you hid here on purpose, knowing it’s not what I want you to do.”

There isn’t such a thing as black and white in this world. It’s truly not like you purposefully hid here to disobey him. You’re still learning to go against instinct, to stop listening to your own body. Ultimately, though, it’s all just an excuse.

“Yes,” you admit quietly. What else is there to do? “I did.”

You hear him sigh.

“What to do with you, hm?” he wonders aloud. You feel his eyes on you, scanning over your body. His tentacles squeeze you tighter, but you can still breathe at least. You can’t move much more than that. Whatever his thought process was, however, it gets interrupted. A gurgling sound comes from the creature on your tummy. It startles you - it is no sound that you’d wish to hear a cat on Earth make - but Baëkhyun simply turns his attention towards the creature, lips slightly parted as though in shock.

You don’t like it. Your body won’t react to the panic you feel and it makes the situation worse. This is no time to let yourself be a ragdoll but you have no strength left. It’s just like when all the aliens are speaking amongst themselves, their language incomprehensible to you, resonating in your mind so strongly that it makes your head hurt. This staring contest he has with his cat doesn’t hurt you at least, but somehow it feels more sinister. Did you wrong the animal in any way? It is just a charade he’s playing, merely pretending, like humans often do, to communicate with the cat?

The creature hisses and you jerk, legs kicking as if you could move away when it made bed on your stomach. It immediately makes a softer sound, an inquisitive meow. Almost a meow anyway. Its eyes are round and curious looking at you. They turn into harsh slits when the alien next to you moves and the cat turns its attention towards him. It makes your chest fill with a sense of warmth, a feeling you were prepared to never feel again. It doesn’t last long. You’re sure there will also be hell to pay later. If by some miracle the cat’s affection will gain you mercy now, his anger will catch up with you when it’s gone.

“Interesting,” he mutters under his breath, and his tone is not exactly as carefree as it usually is. You will lose your mind soon if something doesn’t change.

You hear the cat meow again before you realize you started crying. The soft creature climbs over his tentacles and bumps its head on yours, rubbing against you like it means to comfort you. You sniffle, touched again by the rare moment of gentleness. All the same, the distraction doesn’t last long.

As soon as Baëkhyun shifts, presumably turning his body towards yours, the cat hisses again, swatting a paw towards his extended hand. Its claws are larger than what should be possible, like the entirety of the tissue changed to extend and become the claws. It terrifies you. Not the cat - but its future.

“Mean,” the man scolds the creature with a frown, “Stop it.”

And that’s it.

You watch in shock, mind whirling from the twists and turns of their interactions. He moves closer to you, one arm now resting over your waist after the tentacles adjust for him to hold you, and the other behind your head. You have no strength to resist. You wouldn’t anyway, even if you’re terrified because this is what he wants and therefore what needs to happen. The cat snuggles between your bodies, purring lightly, and you try to consider that a good sign. It must be, right?

“I think it’s gonna claw my eyes out if you don’t calm down,” he… whines…? You’ve never heard him like this and it makes you inhale sharply. New never means good. As a result, you hear a threatening mewl. You don’t know whether to laugh or cry. Baëkhyun holds you closer. The tentacles hold you too, and you’re a little grateful because you’re not sure you could hold yourself up like this without them. Still, the situation is new, unexpected. Not necessarily uncomfortable, but alas…

“Isn’t this what humans do? Why are you still like this?” he continues to complain as he pulls away slightly to look at you. For once, he seems genuinely confused. There is no mocking undertone to his voice or expression. It doesn’t feel good. A heavy sense of foreshadowing settles over you. He’s going to throw this in your face as soon as the cat’s whims change and it leaves.

How are you supposed to confess it all to him?

“I’m scared,” you say in the end. That’s what it all boils down to. Your body might be too weak to show it, but your heart is heavy with it; your soul and mind are tormented by the fear and anxiety of what is to come. The finer details don’t matter all that much, not to him anyway. And if they did, what’s he gonna do? He can’t erase what they’ve put you through so far.

“Why are you scared?” he huffs, “I’m holding you.”

You wish it was as simple as that. You wish there was any sort of security to be felt in his arms, or at least a promise of it if nothing else. But it’s not always the case that when you’re held, you’re safe. If at least you had anything like that to rely on, this whole situation could be so much better.

“You hurt me when you hold me,” you remind him quietly. You didn’t think you could ever do something like that - to be bold and honest like that. Maybe it’s because you’re so tired, or maybe because you’re already in so much trouble that basically nothing even matters anymore. Still, you’re too afraid to look at him, so instead you look at the animal curled on your chest that’s watching you right back and stretches its neck to touch your nose with its own.

“Not always,” he clicks his tongue, and his voice betrays his frustration. You flinch when he raises his hand to run it through his hair. Another sharp glare follows, the cat blinking the eyes that usually remain hidden open. It’s loveable, you decide. You like the animal. You will protect it. Not that you’ve seen it abused in any way, but your heart wouldn’t be able to take it if anything happened to it. Baëkhyun soothes it with a couple pats that seem a little too cautious.

You want to protect it. But that’s all supposing you have any power to protect another living being while you’re powerless to protect even yourself.

“I’m not hurting you now,” he adds after a while, “And it wasn’t my plan anyway.”

“Plans change,” especially yours - you want to accuse, but it comes out as a meek complaint. Not even that, just words whispered to prevent silence from occurring.

He studies your face for a while. You don’t know how to read the face he’s making, so all you can rely on is the cat once again happily curled under your chin.

The punishment that will come will be terrible. It makes you nauseous already. The alien’s calm doesn’t help at all. It seems like he’s genuinely unbothered by the whole situation, but that’s not possible.

Is it?

He sighs, turning away from you. You hope you can trust the animal’s judgment. Hope it hasn’t changed its mind about protecting you - or whatever truly was the nature of its behavior. There remains the chance he’s just messing with you. It doesn’t feel like any of them would appreciate it if you felt safe here to any extent. Although it’s probably just a one time whim of the cat to want to be with you. Then there’s also the possibility that Baëkhyun can indeed communicate with the cat and it’s all an elaborate scheme to get you to relax before once again crushing your hopes. From what you’ve seen, the creature is much like an Earth cat, but nothing’s ever certain here.

While you get lost in your thoughts, or maybe even drift off - your body is so weak, after all - you barely notice the shifting tentacles. They slide easily and gently around your body. It’s nothing new. It freaks you out, usually, when you have enough energy for such intense emotions. You only notice the movement when you feel your head rest against something. The cat stirs enough to brush its nose on your jaw before yawning and stretching out on Baëkhyun’s chest. The same chest your head is resting on. His arm is wrapped around you again, holding you close to his side same as his tentacles. More of them are draped across his chest to reach you, and they hold you too but honestly they feel more like a weighted blanket. If only they felt just as safe and reassuring.

You struggle a little but he shushes you immediately.

“You could’ve had this in a more comfortable spot,” he chides softly, “It’s your fault you chose to hide here.”

You know it’s a lie. If you didn’t hide, if you kept running… No, with this one there’s too many options. Maybe it’s also possible he’s telling the truth. You want to believe it. You’re so tired. You just want to believe in safety. The cat is cute. It seems to be protecting you.

It’s pointless to struggle anyway. He’s stronger. If you make too much fuss, the others might come too. It’s not worth it. You want to sleep. You feel your body shutting down with each second. Better sleep now under the cat’s watchful eye than risk it leaving without getting a second of peace. You need to rest. You can’t remember when was the last time you slept, so you suppose your body is simply jumping on the tiny bit of comfort you feel now.

“Why aren’t you sleeping yet?” Baëkhyun asks, and his voice is soft enough that the cat nuzzles into his chest before snuggling closer to you. The tentacles shift, maneuvering you more comfortably to his side. To his credit, everything he does is uncharacteristically careful and mindful of your broken body. You wonder if it’s hard for him. You hope it is. You hope he’s not simply choosing violence in all his interactions with you, you hope it’s only embedded in his nature. “Why fight it?”

Truth is - you want to sleep. You want to succumb to exhaustion, you really do. It’s almost an out-of-body experience to be awake now. You’re not sure you can feel your body right. It’s as if it already fell asleep but your consciousness struggles to catch up.

“I’ll be here when you wake up,” he coos at you. As if that would allow you to relax. You wonder if he means it as a reassurance. Or a promise - a threat? “You don’t need to worry about anything now. Leave it all to me.”

…yeah. Yeah. That’s what you should do. It’s what they always tell you. If you do, everything they do feels more merciful. More intimate. You know he’s going to take care of you. In his own way, that is, which isn’t always the same way as you’d like to be taken care of. But it doesn’t matter. You can’t move anyway. Your tongue and your eyelids are too heavy. What else is there but him?

Eventually, you do lose to sleep. He holds you for quite a while, watching as your chest rises and falls. He feels the movement pushing against his tentacles. It’s so peaceful, he thinks, the way humans sleep. Holding you feels like holding a beating heart. It’s rare, he realizes too, to see you sleep. Usually you just pass out. There doesn’t seem to be much difference from what he can tell. But somehow it feels different. You feel softer. He could pretend you trust him.

The cat stretches and it’s his turn to glare. He doesn’t want you to wake up now that you’ve finally fallen asleep. The creature doesn’t seem to mind him, much happier to cuddle closer to you. It’s a scene he never thought he’d see, mostly because he didn’t think the animal would be interested in you. Clearly he was very wrong. It’s adorable how protective it is over you. His two little pets. He looks forward to telling the others.

But that can wait, for now he’s content like this. There doesn’t seem to be much difference between you and the cat.

Perhaps he could try treating you the same.

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