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Three women: an ambitious rookie cop, a rebellious ER doctor, and a quiet dance student, find themselves entangled in the dark, seductive world of Seoul’s Mafia.

On the other side: a brilliant Mafia boss, a cold-hearted enforcer, and a dangerously charming manipulator.

When their worlds collide, love and loyalty blur, and crossing the line may cost them everything.

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Genre: Mafia AU | Angst | Romance | Drama

Pairings: Suho x Min | Chanyeol x Nari | Baekhyun x Sunny

Warning ⚠️: Violence and physical altercations, mentions of death/murder, weapons use (guns, knives, etc.), swearing, mild suggestive themes or sexual tension , mentions of blood/injury (e.g., medical descriptions or violence-related wounds), morally gray characters/actions.

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Chapter 1

Chapter 1

The office was a whirlwind of chaos as the mafia prepared to make another bold move, eliminating Police Chief Kang Hyu-cheol, the trusted right hand of Chief Im Dong-hyun. The air was thick with frustration and fear, tension mounting with each passing second.

Inside Chief Dong-hyun’s office, the phone on his desk rang incessantly, its shrill tone cutting through the suffocating silence. But Dong-hyun didn’t move. He sat frozen, his hands trembling slightly as the devastating news sunk in.

That was when his daughter, Min, burst into the office. Hyu-cheol had been more than her father’s right hand—he had been like an uncle to her, a steady and familiar presence throughout her life. But there was no time for grief, no space for weakness. Min forced herself to push aside the growing ache in her chest. She had to be strong. For her father.

“Dad…” she said softly, her voice laced with sadness, trying to mask the cracks threatening to form.

Her father didn’t respond. The only sound in the room was the muffled sobs he tried—and failed—to contain. As the cries turned into heavy, unrelenting weeping, Min’s heart clenched. She had never seen her father cry, not once in her life. The sight left her unmoored, unsure of how to react.

Slowly, she approached him, crouching beside his chair and gently taking hold of his arm, forcing him to meet her gaze.

“Dad,” she repeated, firmer this time, her voice steady despite the storm raging inside her. “I promise you, we’re going to stop them. They won’t kill anyone else. Not on my watch.”

Her father’s tear-streaked face twisted with anguish. He knew better than anyone that this was a promise far beyond her control. And the thought of her being the mafia’s next target wrenched his heart painfully.

“You are not getting involved in this case,” he said, his voice hoarse but resolute as he fixed her with a desperate look. “Do you hear me?”

His words carried a weight that even his sobs couldn’t undermine. They were not a request—they were an order. An order born of fear, love, and the unbearable thought of losing the only family he had left.

Nestled in the secluded, impenetrable depths of Gwanmok Forest, the mansion stood like a phantom of power and wealth. It was a four-story architectural masterpiece, hidden from the world by twisted, unlit roads and signal-dead zones. Its modern façade exuded luxury—glass, steel, and stone fused seamlessly under the faint glow of the evening sky. Outside, an elegant cascading waterfall dominated the courtyard, flanked by well-manicured gardens. Gigantic gates guarded the property, reinforced with cutting-edge security.

Inside, the mansion was a labyrinth of purpose. The underground basements housed an expansive training facility and an arsenal of weapons and vehicles. The ground floor featured a state-of-the-art casino, a lavish bar, and a sprawling living room. Offices filled the first floor, equipped with high-tech surveillance and hacking equipment. The third floor was reserved for the minions and staff quarters, while the fourth was strictly for the core eight members—the Mafia’s elite. This uppermost level hosted their bedrooms and an ultra-private meeting room where only they gathered to decide the fate of their empire.

The core members sat around a sleek glass table in the dimly lit meeting room. Suho leaned back in his chair, his piercing gaze scanning the room. A glass of whiskey rested in his hand, the amber liquid catching the light from the digital screens that lined the walls.

“So, I’m assuming you’ve heard already,” Suho began, his voice calm yet cold. “Someone killed Hyu-cheol. But now the police are sniffing around.”

Sehun slouched in his chair, twirling a blade between his fingers. His irritation was palpable. “We’ve got too many businesses running right now to deal with this. The last thing we need is the cops breathing down our necks.”

“What’s the plan, then?” Xiumin asked, his tone steady as he folded his arms. Ever the reliable one, he was always ready for action but measured in his approach.

Suho’s expression remained unreadable as he replied, “They’ll probably send someone after us. We need to stay vigilant.”

Baekhyun smirked, leaning forward with his usual mischievous air. “And who’s going to come for us now that Hyu-cheol is out of the picture?”

D.O., seated at the far end, didn’t lift his eyes from his laptop as he tapped away. “From my sources, Hyu-cheol’s superior is Im Dong-hyun. Chief of Police in the Violent Crimes Division. He’s been in his position for over 12 years but has never touched a case involving the Mafia. Until now.”

Suho swirled the whiskey in his glass, his sharp eyes narrowing. “What else do we know about him?”

D.O. connected his laptop to the large screen at the front of the room. “Plenty,” he replied, his tone even. As the screen flickered to life, a profile of Dong-hyun appeared. “He’s 52. Solved dozens of high-profile cases, with a success rate of 97%. Widowed. Has diabetes, mild form. But here’s the interesting part—he has a daughter. An only child. His weakness.”

The room went silent for a moment, the implication sinking in.

“Should I give you more details about her?” D.O. asked, his voice cutting through the silence.

Suho gave a curt nod.

D.O. clicked through the files. “She’s 25. A junior officer in the Violent Crimes Division. However, she’s been kept on low-risk cases—probably her father’s doing. She’s green but ambitious.”

The screen shifted to live surveillance footage, showing Min with two women walking inside of a café.

“Is this live?” Chen asked, raising an eyebrow as he leaned forward.

“Yes,” D.O. confirmed.

“Who are those two with her?” Chanyeol asked, his deep voice breaking his usual silence.

D.O. pulled up their profiles. “Kim Nari, 24, a dancer at the Korean National Opera. And Han So-yeon, also known as Sunny, 25, a resident ER doctor.”

Baekhyun’s eyes sparkled with mischief as he leaned back in his chair. “A cop, a doctor, and a dancer. Sounds like the beginning of a bad joke.”

Kai, who had been silent until now, finally spoke. “What’s their relevance to us?”

“They’re not involved in anything… yet,” D.O. said. “But they’re close to her. If we want leverage against Im Dong-hyun, they might be the key.”

Kai’s jaw tightened as he glanced at the screen. “Leverage is one thing, but dragging innocent people into this?” His rebellious streak was always at odds with his sense of loyalty to their moral code.

“They’re not innocent if they’re in our way,” Sehun said coldly, his eyes fixed on the screen. “If they want to protect her, they’ll become collateral damage.”

Suho raised his hand, silencing the room. “We’re not making any moves yet. Dong-hyun hasn’t come for us directly. But keep watching. If he does, we’ll use whatever means necessary to protect our empire. Understood?”

A collective murmur of agreement echoed through the room.

As the meeting adjourned, the tension lingered in the air, each member retreating to their thoughts, knowing that the storm brewing outside was just the beginning.

“However…” Suho’s voice cut through the air, halting the members who were halfway out of their seats. He leaned back in his chair, his eyes narrowing with a faint smirk. “I’ll need you to keep an eye on them.”

Chanyeol let out an arrogant laugh, crossing his arms. “That’s newbie work. Why don’t we send lower ranked staff ? They got time to waste.”

Suho raised an eyebrow, clearly unimpressed. His smirk deepened. “So, we have a volunteer?” he asked, looking straight at Chanyeol. The room chuckled lightly, Suho’s mockery evident.

Chanyeol rolled his eyes. “This is bullshit.”

“You think so?” Suho said with a teasing laugh. “Then maybe you’re not as elite as you claim to be.”

Baekhyun sighed dramatically, tossing his head back. “Enough of this. We’ve got the China export to handle. Don’t tell me you expect us to babysit on top of everything else.”

Suho’s tone turned sharp, commanding the room’s attention. “That’s why you’re here, Baekhyun. Because you’re elite. You’re not just muscles and charm, you can multitask.”

Baekhyun groaned but didn’t argue further.

“I’ll keep tabs on Dong-hyun and his daughter,” Suho continued, his gaze shifting across the table. “Chanyeol and Baekhyun, you’ll keep an eye on the other two—Nari and Sunny. D.O., keep digging into their backgrounds. Report everything to me.”

D.O. gave a subtle nod, already processing the assignment in his head.

Chen, leaning casually against the wall, spoke up. “Who do you think killed Hyu-cheol? Was it the China Mafia?”

“Probably,” Suho admitted, his voice laced with frustration. “But we don’t have proof yet.” His fingers tapped rhythmically against the table as he continued. “They’ve been waiting for an opening since they betrayed us years ago. They’ve grown fast, too fast. But let’s be clear: they’re still not on our level.”

The room grew quiet as Suho’s words sank in. Everyone understood the gravity of the situation. Betrayal wasn’t something Suho, or the EXO Mafia would forgive easily.

The café buzzed softly with the hum of casual chatter and the clinking of cups against saucers. Nari, Min, and Sunny had just stepped inside, their presence turning a few heads—not that they noticed. Min chose a cozy table near the back, away from prying ears.

“Thanks for coming,” Min said after they sat down, her tone heavy with unspoken tension. She rubbed her temples as if trying to massage away the weight of her thoughts.

“Is it true?” Nari asked carefully. “About the Chief of Police being murdered?”

Sunny leaned back in her chair, her expression serious for once. “Yeah,” she said, her tone low. “The ER was a mess when his body came in for the autopsy. You wouldn’t believe the chaos.”

Nari blinked, her curiosity piqued. “Wait, so you saw him?”

Sunny shook her head quickly. “No. I didn’t see him. It’s just… bad news spreads fast, you know?”

Min exhaled sharply, frustration evident in the way she clenched her fists. “I swear I’ll catch them one day,” she muttered, her voice filled with determination.

Sunny, ever the chaotic one, leaned forward with a playful grin. “And what if they catch you instead?” she teased. “Imagine being kidnapped by a mafia boss. How thrilling would that be?” Her laugh rang out, light and carefree.

Nari rolled her eyes, a small smile tugging at her lips. “Why am I not even surprised you’d find something like that exciting?”

The three of them laughed, the tension momentarily easing. Still, Min’s eyes kept darting to the security cameras positioned around the café.

“Min, are you okay?” Nari asked, noticing her distraction.

“Yeah…” Min said, forcing a smile. But the crease between her brows told a different story.

Sunny clapped her hands together suddenly, snapping them out of the moment. “Anyway! Are you guys coming with me this weekend to the casino? I got invited by this guy who came to the ER, someone cut off one of his fingers. Poor guy.”

Nari’s eyes widened. “Wait, what? Are you sure it’s a good idea to go to a place like that with everything happening? The Mafia’s all over the city right now!”

Sunny waved her hand dismissively. “That’s why we’re taking Miss Police Officer over here.” She pointed dramatically at Min. “If anything happens, she can arrest them or something.”

Min’s lips quirked into a faint smile. “That might actually help me find some clues. Could be useful.”

Sunny grinned, victorious. “See? Even Min thinks it’s a good idea.”

Nari hesitated but finally sighed in resignation. “Fine. But if we end up in trouble, you’re the one explaining it to the authorities, Sunny.”

Sunny laughed, clapping her hands. “Deal. So it’s official, we’re going!”

As they continued talking, Min’s eyes lingered on the cameras once more, that nagging feeling of being watched refusing to leave her.

Next day , the ER was loud and chaotic, exactly like Sunny herself. The constant buzz of ringing phones, nurses barking orders, and patients crying out in pain seemed to mirror her personality. She fit perfectly there, like chaos personified in a white coat.

From kids with appendicitis to car crash victims, births to toddlers with high fevers, Sunny had seen it all in just one day. Yet, amidst the overwhelming energy of her job, her mind kept circling back to the conversation she’d had with Nari and Min the day before.

Mafia. The word held an allure she couldn’t quite resist. It wasn’t fear that gnawed at her, fear rarely fazed Sunny. No, it was curiosity, a deep itch she couldn’t ignore. And that curiosity was about to lead her somewhere she’d never ventured before.

The morgue.

The cold, sterile basement of the hospital wasn’t a place Sunny frequented. She’d avoided it thus far, preferring the chaos of the ER to the stillness of death. But now, her curiosity had gotten the best of her.

When she pushed open the heavy metal door, the temperature dropped immediately, sending a chill down her spine. The faint hum of the fluorescent lights echoed in the empty space.

“Of course, it’s freezing down here,” she muttered under her breath, rubbing her arms.

“Sunny?” came a voice from across the room.

She turned to see Jayhun, another resident doctor, standing by a desk piled with papers. He looked up, slightly surprised to see her there.

“Hello, Jay!” Sunny said brightly, masking her discomfort. She walked over to him, her usual confident stride intact. “Can I ask you a few questions?”

Jayhun nodded, setting down his pen. “Sure. What’s up?”

Sunny leaned slightly against the desk. “Were you here when they brought in Hyu-cheol? The police chief?”

Jayhun’s brows furrowed, his focus shifting to her fully. “Yeah,” he said slowly, almost cautiously. “Do you want to know about him?”

Sunny nodded eagerly, but Jayhun was already flipping through some documents. He handed her a report, his expression unreadable.

Sunny scanned the page, her eyes widening. “Wow… was he stabbed? I was expecting something a bit more, what’s the word, classy from the Mafia. Guns or something, you know?”

Jayhun stiffened, his gaze narrowing. “How do you know it was the Mafia?”

Sunny, always quick with her tongue, shrugged nonchalantly. “Who else? He was working on Mafia cases, wasn’t he? Seems logical.”

Jayhun’s tone turned sharp, almost defensive. “You don’t know that.”

Sensing the tension, Sunny decided not to push further. “Right, right. Just speculation,” she said lightly, setting the report back on his desk. “Thanks for this.”

Jayhun didn’t respond immediately, his eyes still on her as she turned and left.

By the time Sunny returned to her floor, the usual chaos had resumed. Nurses rushed by with clipboards, and a patient’s groan echoed faintly from a nearby room. She headed straight to her locker, where she pulled out her phone and dialed Min.

Min answered on the second ring. “Sunny? What’s up?”

Sunny didn’t waste time. “I just came from the morgue. Hyu-cheol was stabbed, Min. Not shot, not poisoned—stabbed. Doesn’t that seem… off?”

Min’s voice was calm but laced with tension. “I already know. I got the autopsy report earlier today.”

Sunny leaned against her locker, frowning. “Oh. Well, doesn’t that strike you as weird? I thought the was all about guns these days.”

“They are,” Min admitted. “That’s what’s bothering me. They haven’t used knives in years, and the location where Hyu-cheol’s body was found, it’s not one of their usual spots. Something doesn’t add up.”

Sunny could hear the frustration in her friend’s voice. “So… what now?”

“I keep digging,” Min said firmly. “And I keep my father from finding out how involved I am. He’s already trying to push me off this case.”

Sunny smirked. “Good luck with that. We both know you’re as stubborn as they come.”

Chanyeol wasn’t happy. In fact, he was downright pissed.

Sitting in the shadows of the opera’s vast auditorium, he leaned back in the creaky wooden chair, arms crossed tightly over his chest. The rehearsal was in full swing, with dancers moving fluidly across the stage. But his eyes were glued to one figure: Nari.

She stood out effortlessly, not just because of her beauty but because of the way she moved. Graceful yet powerful, she commanded attention without even trying. Chanyeol hated to admit it, but she was captivating.

Still, that didn’t make this assignment any less irritating.

He pulled out his phone and dialed Baekhyun.

“What?” Baekhyun’s voice came through, annoyed.

“This is pure bullshit,” Chanyeol hissed. “Is Suho testing us or what?”

Baekhyun chuckled dryly. “I agree. We’ve got a billion better things to worry about than babysitting some girls.”

“At least yours is a little interesting,” Chanyeol shot back. “I have to sit here watching Miss Little Swan do pirouettes.” His tone was dripping with disdain.

Baekhyun laughed outright, clearly enjoying Chanyeol’s misery. “Don’t tell me you’re jealous of her talent.”

Chanyeol growled into the phone. “Shut up. Have you found out anything about Sunny yet?”

Baekhyun sobered slightly. “Yeah. My guy inside, Jayhun, told me she went to the morgue asking questions about Hyu-cheol.”

Chanyeol’s jaw tightened. “She’s nosy. That could be a problem.”

“No kidding,” Baekhyun replied. “But if she keeps poking around, it might actually help us figure out who killed Hyu-cheol.”

Chanyeol sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. “I swear, if this turns into more of a headache, I’m done.”

Baekhyun snorted. “Yeah, sure. Like Suho’s going to let you off the hook that easily.”

Chanyeol hung up, his eyes drifting back to the stage. Nari was in the middle of a complicated routine, her movements so precise they seemed almost effortless.

The rehearsal had finally wrapped up after what felt like an eternity to Chanyeol. The dancers filed out of the auditorium, their tired chatter echoing through the space. But, of course, Miss Little Swan had to stay behind.

From his hidden corner, Chanyeol watched as Nari moved across the stage, repeating the same spin over and over again. Her brows were furrowed in concentration, her movements sharp yet fluid. She seemed completely unaware of the emptiness around her, completely focused on getting every detail right.

“Perfectionist,” Chanyeol muttered under his breath, tapping his finger against the armrest of his chair.

Just then, movement near the stage caught his eye. Yoomi, one of the cleaning staff, appeared, struggling to carry a basket loaded with cleaning supplies and brooms that looked far too heavy for her.

Before Chanyeol could even consider stepping in—though, realistically, he had no intention of doing so—Nari noticed the older woman. She stopped mid-spin, her expression instantly softening. Without hesitation, she jogged over to Minji and took the basket from her hands.

“Oh, Minji! You should’ve called someone to help you,” Nari scolded gently, her voice warm and full of concern.

Minji smiled gratefully, brushing her hands off on her apron. “Ah, you’re too kind, Nari. Thank you, dear.”

Nari set the basket down and straightened up, brushing a strand of hair from her face. “It’s nothing. You shouldn’t be carrying something so heavy by yourself.”

As they spoke, their laughter filled the otherwise quiet auditorium. Chanyeol’s brows furrowed slightly.

“You were amazing today,” Minji said, her eyes lighting up. “I was watching from the back. You’re more and more perfect every day.”

Nari waved a hand dismissively, her cheeks flushing faintly. “You’re too kind, Yoomi. I’m far from perfect. There’s still so much I need to work on.”

“Nonsense,” Minji said firmly. “You shine brighter than anyone else on that stage.”

Nari tried to laugh off the compliment, changing the subject. “How’s your husband? He was sick last week, wasn’t he?”

Minji's face softened at the mention of her husband. “He’s much better, thanks to those medicines you sent us. I don’t know how to thank you, Nari.”

Nari reached out and hugged Yoomi, her genuine warmth practically radiating from her. “Please don’t mention it. I was happy to help. I’m just glad he’s feeling better.”

Chanyeol’s eyes narrowed as he watched the interaction. There was something almost unnerving about how kind she was. That kind of kindness could easily get her in trouble. People like her, soft-hearted, selfless, were easy targets.

He leaned back in his seat, crossing his arms. He used to be like that once, before life beat it out of him. Nari didn’t seem like someone who’d been through that kind of hardship. She had no idea how cruel the world could be.

Too naive, he thought grimly. She won’t survive like that.

Just as he was starting to get lost in his own thoughts, a ringtone broke the silence, snapping him back to reality.

Nari fished her phone out of her bag and answered it, her voice light and cheerful. “Sunny? Hey! How was your shift?”

Chanyeol sat up slightly, straining to catch snippets of the conversation.

“Yeah, I’m done here… No, I stayed a little longer. You know how it is,” Nari said, laughing softly.

Her tone shifted slightly, a mix of excitement and nervousness creeping in. “Wait, where did you say? The casino? At the periphery of Seoul?”

Chanyeol’s interest was piqued. A casino?

Nari paused, biting her lip. “I don’t know, Sunny. That sounds… well, a little sketchy.”

Chanyeol smirked faintly. At least she’s got some sense.

But then she sighed. “Fine, fine. I’ll go. But if anything weird happens, you’re buying me lunch for the rest of the month.”

She hung up, shaking her head with a small smile.

Chanyeol’s smirk faded. A casino on the outskirts of Seoul? That was dangerous territory—too dangerous for someone like her.

Pulling out his phone, he dialed Baekhyun.

“Now what?” Baekhyun answered, his tone exasperated.

“They’re going to a casino tonight,” Chanyeol said flatly, his jaw tightening.

“A casino?” Baekhyun echoed, a hint of amusement in his voice. “Well, that’s… unexpected.”

“Yeah, and it’s one of those casinos. The ones Suho told us to stay clear of unless absolutely necessary.”

Baekhyun let out a low whistle. “Guess you’ll be working overtime tonight, huh?”

Chanyeol ignored the jab. “Just keep an eye on Sunny from your end. I’ll handle this.”

“Good luck with that,” Baekhyun said with a chuckle. “Sounds like your Little Swan is going to be a handful.”

Chanyeol hung up without replying, his eyes narrowing as he watched Nari gather her things and leave the stage.

“Handful doesn’t even begin to cover it,” he muttered, rising from his seat and disappearing into the shadows.

The Paradise Casino exuded a level of luxury and exclusivity that instantly caught their attention. Warm, golden lighting cascaded through shimmering metallic curtains that hung like drapes over sections of the vast room. Tables with sleek, polished finishes were surrounded by plush, leather chairs. The patterned carpets in deep shades of black and gold gave the space an air of sophistication, while the soft hum of conversations, clinking glasses, and the occasional cheer from a winning hand filled the air. Private rooms were tucked away on an upper level, accessible only by a staircase with glowing railings, reserved for the wealthiest or most dangerous guests.

Sunny parked the Mini Cooper, and the three of them stepped out, adjusting their outfits to shield themselves from the cold. Nari tugged at her dress uncomfortably as they approached the entrance.

“This place looks… a little too fancy for us,” Nari muttered, glancing at the extravagant decor visible through the grand glass doors.

“It’s perfect,” Sunny said confidently, adjusting her blonde bangs and flashing a mischievous grin. “A little glamour never hurt anyone. Plus, it’s not like we’re here to gamble our life savings—just to look around.”

“You’ve never been to a casino before, though, right?” Nari asked, frowning.

“Nope, but how hard can it be?” Sunny replied nonchalantly. “Besides, if anything goes wrong, Min’s got her cop badge, right?”

Min laughed as they stepped inside. “Yeah, sure, that’ll help. Too bad I couldn’t smuggle my gun in here. Don’t worry, though—I’ve got my intimidating glare.” She winked at Nari, who groaned softly.

“This feels like a terrible idea,” Nari whispered under her breath, but neither of her friends seemed to hear her over the upbeat jazz music playing in the background.

They found a cozy booth near the center of the room and ordered a round of cocktails. Sunny pouted when her virgin mojito arrived. “This sucks—I can’t even have a real drink.”

“You don’t need alcohol to cause chaos,” Nari teased, finally relaxing enough to join in the banter. “You’re a walking hurricane.”

Sunny laughed, raising her glass. “Cheers to that!”

As they laughed and sipped their drinks, they were completely unaware of the three pairs of watchful eyes tracking their every move from a shadowed corner of the casino. Chanyeol, Baekhyun, and Sehun sat at a private booth, blending seamlessly into the opulent surroundings. All three were dressed in sharp, tailored suits that screamed power and authority, their weapons concealed but easily accessible.

“This is ridiculous,” Chanyeol muttered, his eyes narrowing as he observed the girls. “Why are we babysitting?”

“Maybe Suho wanted to see if you’d finally develop a soft spot for someone,” Baekhyun teased, smirking as he swirled his drink. “Look at you, playing bodyguard.”

Chanyeol scoffed, leaning back in his chair. “At least your target has some spice. I’m stuck watching a ballerina who thinks the world’s all sunshine and rainbows.”

“You sound jealous,” Baekhyun quipped. “I, for one, am enjoying this. Who knows? Maybe something interesting will happen.”

As if on cue, a tall blonde man approached the girls’ table. All three of the men stiffened slightly when they recognized him.

“Luhan,” Baekhyun said under his breath, rolling his eyes. “What are the odds?”

Sehun smirked. “This might actually get entertaining. Luhan’s probably got a pocketful of drugs ready to spike their drinks.”

“We’re not letting that happen,” Chanyeol said sharply. His voice was low but commanding, leaving no room for argument. He gestured to one of the casino’s staff—a man loyal to their mafia—and whispered instructions. Within minutes, the waitress carrying the girls’ drinks accidentally stumbled, spilling the contents before they could take a sip.

“Crisis averted,” Baekhyun said, watching the scene unfold. “Luhan must be fuming.”

Back at the girls’ table, Luhan had introduced himself as one of the casino’s owners, sliding smoothly into the seat beside Nari. His charming smile didn’t quite reach his eyes, and Min immediately felt her guard go up.

“Are you ladies having fun?” he asked, his voice dripping with charisma. “I hope the Paradise Casino is treating you well.”

“It’s nice,” Sunny said, shrugging. “But it could be more exciting.”

Luhan chuckled, leaning in slightly. “Well, let me know if there’s anything I can do to make your evening more… memorable.”

“Actually, we’re waiting for some friends to join us,” Min said quickly, her instincts telling her to lie. She met Luhan’s gaze with practiced calm, but she wasn’t sure if he believed her.

Luhan’s smile widened. “Of course. I hope you enjoy your time here.” With that, he stood and walked away, leaving a faint trace of expensive cologne in his wake.

“Creepy,” Nari whispered, shivering slightly.

Meanwhile, back at the corner booth, Sehun laughed quietly. “Luhan and his old tricks. Think he’ll try again?”

“Probably,” Baekhyun said, already losing interest. “He can’t help himself.”

Chanyeol’s expression darkened. “We need to keep them out of trouble. I’ll handle it if Luhan tries anything else.”

As Min decided to approach Luhan for more information, Sunny and Nari wandered over to the gaming tables. Sunny, with her usual confidence, tried her hand at a slot machine, while Nari stayed close by, clearly uncomfortable but putting on a brave face.

“Relax,” Sunny said, nudging her friend playfully. “It’s just for fun. Who knows? Maybe you’ll hit the jackpot.”

Nari forced a smile but couldn’t shake the feeling that they were being watched. Little did she know, Chanyeol’s sharp eyes were locked on her every move, his protective instincts kicking in despite himself.

Nari’s head felt heavy as the overwhelming glitz of the casino grew too much to bear. The loud chatter, the relentless lights, and the haze of cigarette smoke pressed down on her chest. She needed air. Spotting a side door near the back, she slipped away unnoticed by her friends.

The cool night air greeted her as she stepped outside into a dimly lit alley behind the casino. She exhaled deeply, trying to clear her mind, but her relief was short-lived.

“Lost, sweetheart?”

Nari froze. Two men emerged from the shadows, their grins wide and uninviting. Their suits were cheap, their demeanor cocky, and their intentions unmistakable.

“I was just leaving,” she said, her voice steadier than she felt.

But they didn’t move aside. One of them stepped closer, his eyes shamelessly trailing down her sparkling black dress. “Leaving? Not so fast. Stay a while. Let’s chat.”

Nari’s stomach churned as panic began to set in. She instinctively took a step back, but there was nowhere to go.

“Don’t be shy,” the other one chimed in. “We don’t bite.

When the first man reached out, his hand brushing against her lower back, Nari felt as though ice had suddenly gripped her spine. Before she could react, a deep, commanding voice echoed from the darkness.

“I’d remove that hand if I were you.”

The air turned frigid, as if winter had arrived in that alley alone. Nari shivered, her dress doing little to protect her from the sudden chill. She turned her head toward the source of the voice and froze.

He stepped into the faint light, his towering figure dominating the space. Nari was tall, but he was taller—a striking man with fiery red hair that seemed to glow even in the dimness. His dark suit was pristine, tailored perfectly to his lean but powerful frame.

The two men immediately paled, their bravado vanishing. One of them stammered, “W-We didn’t mean any harm—”

Chanyeol didn’t let him finish. His piercing gaze bore into them, his voice low and menacing. “Leave her alone. Now. Unless you want to leave here in pieces.”

The menace in his tone was undeniable. The men didn’t need a second warning. They scurried away like rats, throwing fearful glances over their shoulders as they disappeared into the night.

Nari was rooted in place, her heart pounding in her chest. She couldn’t take her eyes off him. Was he dangerous? Probably. But he had just saved her, and for some reason, that thought was oddly comforting.

“You okay?” his voice was softer now, breaking through her haze.

She nodded mutely, unable to find her voice.

Satisfied, he turned to leave, but just as he was about to disappear into the shadows, she finally managed to speak. “Thank you.”

He paused for a moment before glancing over his shoulder. His lips twitched upward, barely forming the shadow of a smile, but he said nothing as he walked away.

As she watched him disappear into the night, her thoughts raced. He was polished, expensive-looking, and dangerously handsome. But there was something about his cold aura that unsettled her. Who was he?

Chanyeol, meanwhile, felt equally distracted. He hadn’t planned to intervene, but seeing her there—vulnerable and out of place—something in him snapped. And then he remembered her from the opera. That kind smile she had given the cleaning lady. That softness. That light. It was a stark contrast to the world he lived in.

Something was wrong, and he knew it.

Nari returned to the casino, weaving through the crowd until she spotted Min and Sunny at a table. The two were playing some game she had only ever seen in movies, laughing and teasing each other like they didn’t have a care in the world.

Min immediately noticed her friend’s tense demeanor. “What happened?” she asked, her tone low and concerned.

“Nothing,” Nari lied, shaking her head. But she couldn’t hide the distracted way her eyes scanned the room, searching for a flash of red hair.

The atmosphere in the meeting room was thick with tension. Suho sat at the head of the table, his expression thunderous. Everyone else remained silent, knowing better than to speak when their leader was in this mood.

“I have information,” Suho began, his voice sharp and controlled, “that the Chinese mafia might be here in Korea.”

“‘Might’?” Baekhyun scoffed, leaning back in his chair. “Do you mean ‘definitely,’ or are we just guessing?”

Chanyeol cut in, his voice calm but firm. “It’s confirmed. We saw Luhan earlier tonight at the casino.”

A murmur spread through the group.

“That means they’re responsible for Hyucheol,” Xiumin said, rubbing his chin thoughtfully.

“It’s not just about him,” Baekhyun muttered, swearing under his breath. “If they’re here, they’re not just sending hitmen. They’re here for us.”

“There’s another problem,” Chanyeol added, his tone darkening. “We saw Luhan talking to someone. The police chief’s daughter.”

The room went silent. Suho’s expression didn’t change, but the way his eyes darkened made everyone uneasy. He stared down at the reports in front of him, deep in thought.

“D.O.?” Suho finally asked, breaking the silence.

D.O. pushed his laptop forward, his tone calm but precise. “I hacked into the airport arrivals data and CCTV footage. It’s confirmed—they’re here. But they arranged to avoid all customs and registration checks.”

He clicked a button, and a grainy video played on the screen. Four men were seen leaving a private jet.

“They didn’t even try to hide,” Chen muttered, recognizing their faces immediately.

“So, all of them are here,” Xiumin said, his voice grim. “They’re up to something big.”

“That’s why we need to stay vigilant,” Suho said sharply. His eyes swept across the room, landing on each member in turn. “No distractions.” He put heavy emphasis on the last word.

The tension in the room was palpable. Everyone knew the storm was coming—they just didn’t know when it would hit.

The meeting room fell into a tense silence after Suho’s final declaration. Everyone exchanged heavy glances. They all knew the reputation of the China mafia—their cruelty, their resources, and their mastery of manipulation. It wasn’t just another gang. It was an organization that thrived on fear and annihilation.

“For now,” Suho broke the silence, his voice sharp and authoritative, “we stick to our assignments and routines. Nothing changes. I’ll assign more guards to the house and our bases. Stay vigilant.”

His gaze shifted to Sehun and Kai. “You two will find them. Track their movements, figure out what they’re planning. Report directly to me. No screw-ups.”

Kai nodded curtly, already processing the task at hand. Sehun, however, smirked as he leaned back in his chair, arms crossed.

“And while we’re out there doing the real work,” Sehun drawled, looking straight at Chanyeol and Baekhyun, “you two can keep babysitting.”

Chanyeol narrowed his eyes, his irritation visible, but it was Baekhyun who immediately fired back, his tone dripping with sarcasm. “Aw, Sehun. Don’t be jealous that Suho doesn’t trust you with important tasks like babysitting. It requires tact, charm, and brains—three things you seriously lack.”

Sehun laughed mockingly, leaning forward. “Say that again after you’ve had your first successful mission in, what, a decade?”

Baekhyun opened his mouth to retort, but Suho slammed his palm on the table. “Enough!” His sharp tone sliced through the room, silencing them instantly. “This isn’t a game. Act like the professionals you’re supposed to be, or I’ll find people who can.”

The tension thickened as both Sehun and Baekhyun sat back in silence, their glares still burning.

Suho turned to D.O. with a slight nod, his voice measured but firm. “D.O., any progress on the police chief’s daughter?”

D.O. smirked faintly, sliding a folder across the table toward Suho. It was thicker than any of them expected. “A little,” he said, his tone smug.

Suho opened the folder, and his brows furrowed in surprise at the sheer volume of information. The others couldn’t help but glance curiously as Suho flipped through the pages—her academic records, family history, career achievements, and even candid photographs.

“Impressive,” Suho murmured, still scanning through the file. His tone was calm, but there was an edge of satisfaction.

When the meeting adjourned, the others filtered out of the room. Suho stayed behind, seated at the head of the table with the folder open in front of him. His eyes lingered on a photograph of Min at the police academy. There was something about her—a spark of determination in her eyes that caught his attention. “This girl…” he muttered to himself, tapping the edge of the photo absentmindedly.

The next day at the violent crimes office was as chaotic as usual—phones ringing, detectives arguing, and paperwork scattered across desks. Min entered her father’s office to find him pacing furiously, yelling into the phone.

“This is unacceptable! You’ve had this information for weeks, and you’re telling me now?!” Chief Im’s voice boomed, his face red with anger. When the call ended, he slammed the phone down, the sound echoing through the room.

“Wow,” Min said with a soft chuckle, closing the door behind her. “I haven’t seen you this mad in a while. What’s going on?”

Her father sighed heavily, running a hand through his graying hair. “This damn mafia… They’re causing problems again. Every lead is a dead end, and now this.”

“Well,” Min said brightly, leaning against his desk, “I might have some good news. But first, you have to promise to let me get involved.”

Her father shot her a sharp look. “Yoon-min, no. Absolutely not. This is dangerous work—too dangerous for you.”

“Dad, come on,” she said, exasperated. “You know I’ve been training for this my entire career. Trust me. I can handle it.”

Chief Im rubbed his temples, clearly torn. After a long pause, he sighed in defeat. “Fine. But listen to me—if anything happens, even the smallest thing, you’re out. Do you understand me?”

Min rolled her eyes but nodded. “Got it, Dad. Now, let me show you what I found.”

She placed a set of papers on his desk and began explaining. “I’ve been looking into the Guan-mok forest on the outskirts of Seoul. The satellite maps of the area have been tampered with—likely hacked. There’s no other explanation for the discrepancies I found. It looks like someone erased key details from the system, possibly to hide something. If my theory is correct, this forest is being used as a base or meeting point.”

Chief Im’s brows furrowed as he leaned over the papers, clearly impressed.

“But there’s a downside,” Min continued. “The forest is huge. There’s no signal out there, which means any search would be difficult and dangerous. And if they’re hiding something, there’s bound to be security—probably armed.”

Her father stared at her, a mix of disbelief and pride on his face. “How… How did you even find all of this?”

Min smirked and crossed her arms. “I have my ways. Maybe you should trust me more often.”

Chief Im sighed again, sitting heavily in his chair. “You’re just like your mother,” he muttered, shaking his head.

Min smiled softly. “I’ll take that as a compliment.”

“Be careful, Yoon-min,” he said, his tone serious. “This isn’t a game. These people don’t play fair, and they don’t give second chances.”

“I know,” she said firmly. “But I’m ready.”

As she left the office, Min couldn’t shake the feeling that her father was holding something back—something that made him more anxious than usual. She resolved to get to the bottom of it, no matter the risk.

It was late, and the fluorescent streetlights cast long shadows over the empty parking lot as Sunny finally clocked out from her grueling shift at the hospital. She stifled a yawn, her legs aching from the endless hours on her feet. Her stomach growled, reminding her she hadn’t eaten since lunch. Cooking was out of the question—she was far too tired—so she decided to stop at a small convenience store on her way home to grab something quick.

Sliding into her car, she sighed deeply, cranking the engine to life. The short drive to the store felt like a blur, her exhaustion making every second drag. When she arrived, she parked near the front of the shop, noting how deserted the parking lot looked. A chill ran down her spine, but she brushed it off, blaming her overworked nerves.

Baekhyun was leaning against a car near the edge of the lot, a cigarette between his fingers. The soft glow of the ember illuminated his sharp features in the dark, his gaze distant as he exhaled a cloud of smoke. Tonight had been another headache—Suho’s warnings about the Chinese mafia lingered in his mind, but Baekhyun wasn’t the type to stress outwardly. His moment of solitude didn’t last long, though.

A man emerged from the shadows. Baekhyun noticed him too late; the stranger lunged at him, catching him off guard. A punch landed squarely on Baekhyun’s jaw, splitting his lip and sending blood dripping down his chin. The taste of iron filled his mouth as pain radiated through his face, but Baekhyun quickly regained his composure.

“You really picked the wrong guy,” Baekhyun muttered, his voice low and dangerous.

The man didn’t have time to react before Baekhyun grabbed him by the collar, slamming him to the ground with a force that made the concrete echo. The stranger scrambled to his feet, realizing his mistake as he caught the cold, murderous glint in Baekhyun’s eyes. Without another word, he turned and ran, disappearing into the night like a coward.

Baekhyun wiped the blood from his face with the back of his hand, muttering a curse under his breath. He leaned against his car, trying to gather himself when he heard the faint sound of heels clicking on the pavement.

Sunny emerged from the store, a small bag of groceries in hand. She was heading to her car when her eyes landed on Baekhyun. Her jaw dropped at the sight of his bloodied face, and the bag slipped from her hands, its contents spilling across the asphalt.

“Wait here!” she called out, rushing to her car to grab the first aid kit she always kept in her trunk.

Baekhyun straightened, surprised by her sudden urgency. Before he could say anything, she was back, gloves on her hands and a determined look in her eyes.

“Let me help you,” Sunny said firmly, her usual playful tone replaced by the authoritative voice of a doctor.

“It’s just blood,” Baekhyun replied dismissively, turning his face away. “I’m not dying.”

“Stop being difficult,” she snapped, moving closer. Her hands were steady, and her focus was sharp. “Sit still, or this will hurt more than it already does.”

Baekhyun froze, caught off guard by her no-nonsense attitude. He allowed her to clean the blood off his face and examine the cut on his lip. As her fingers brushed against his skin, he found himself staring at her. Her concentration was unyielding, her brow slightly furrowed, and her lips pressed into a thin line.

“There,” she said softly after a moment, stepping back and handing him an ice pack. “It’s not too bad, but you should keep this on for a while to stop the swelling.”

Baekhyun smirked faintly. “You’re pretty bossy for someone I just met.”

Sunny rolled her eyes. “And you’re pretty stubborn for someone bleeding all over the place.”

She packed up her kit, but her concern lingered. “What happened? Did someone just randomly attack you? If you want, I can call my friend—she’s with the police. She could help you file a report.”

Baekhyun let out a dry laugh. “A report? For some idiot who doesn’t even know how to throw a punch?” He wiped at the dried blood on his jaw. “Trust me, he’s not worth the trouble.”

Sunny frowned at his harsh tone but didn’t press further. “Well, with the mafia out there, you really should be more careful,” she said, half-joking but still somewhat serious.

Her words struck a chord, but Baekhyun hid his reaction behind a cold expression. “You’re one to talk. It’s late. You should go home.”

Sunny hesitated for a moment but nodded, realizing she wasn’t going to get much more out of him. “Alright. Take care of yourself,” she said, offering a small wave as she got into her car.

Baekhyun watched her drive away, her taillights disappearing into the distance. He touched the bandage on his lip, a smirk tugging at the corners of his mouth. “The mafia’s out there,” he muttered to himself, shaking his head. Something about her amused him, though he couldn’t quite put his finger on it.

He flicked the spent cigarette to the ground, stepping on it before getting into his car. As he drove off, he couldn’t stop thinking about the strange girl who’d patched him up without a second thought. Maybe the night wasn’t so bad after all.

Baekhyun lay on his bed, eyes wide open, staring at the ceiling. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t shake off the memory of the interaction in the parking lot. The way Sunny’s hands moved so delicately, yet with determination, while treating his wound. Her serious tone, so unlike her usual playful nature, had stirred something deep inside him.

“Damn it,” he muttered, running a hand through his hair. The thought of her concerned face kept replaying in his mind, and it annoyed him that she had this kind of effect on him. He wasn’t supposed to care.

The next evening, Chanyeol found himself in the opera house, a place he never thought he’d willingly go to. The grandeur of the venue was almost suffocating, and he felt out of place in the first row among elegantly dressed patrons. But he didn’t care—his attention was solely on the stage.

The performance began, and as soon as Nari appeared, he felt the air in his lungs catch. Her costume was a deep red, adorned with intricate gold details that shimmered under the lights. A glittering tiara rested on her head, completing her regal appearance. Her long dark hair was perfectly swept back into a bun, emphasizing her graceful neck and delicate features.

She moved like she owned the stage—powerful and precise yet ethereal. Every leap and turn was executed with perfection, her slender frame defying gravity. Chanyeol couldn’t take his eyes off her. She looked fearless, unstoppable, and yet, in her quieter movements, there was a fragility that tugged at something in him.

When their eyes met during her solo, it was as if time froze. Her steps faltered ever so slightly, but she recovered quickly, resuming her choreography with an elegance that masked the momentary lapse. For Chanyeol, however, that brief connection lingered like an echo in his mind. Without thinking, he pulled out his phone and snapped a photo. He stared at the image for a second, frowning, unsure why he had even taken it.

When the show ended, the applause was thunderous, echoing through the grand hall. As the crowd began to disperse, Chanyeol stayed in his seat, watching the dancers congratulate one another. His sharp eyes scanned the room, noting how Nari stood off to the side, her smile radiant but solitary. No family. No friends.

As the room emptied, he approached the stage. She noticed him, her expression shifting into one of faint surprise before she stepped closer.

“Congratulations,” he said softly, his deep voice cutting through the quiet space.

Her smile widened, though he caught a glimmer of something else in her eyes. “Thank you. Did you enjoy the performance? Are you a fan of ballet?”

“I’m not,” he replied bluntly. “I was here by mistake.” His tone was cold, sharp, and he immediately regretted it when her smile wavered for a split second.

Nari tilted her head, studying him with quiet curiosity. “Then I suppose I should feel honored to have accidentally gained your attention.”

He didn’t respond, instead glancing around the now-empty theater. “No one’s here for you? You’re the lead, though.”

Her smile remained, but the sadness in her aura was unmistakable. “I don’t have anybody,” she said simply, her voice light, as if the statement was a fact she’d long accepted. Before he could respond, a voice called her name from backstage.

“Excuse me,” she said, stepping back. Then, as if compelled by something, he added, “You were amazing.”

She paused, meeting his gaze one last time, her smile softening. “Thank you.” And with that, she disappeared backstage, leaving Chanyeol standing there, his thoughts in disarray.

The atmosphere in Gwanmok Forest was tense, the dense canopy of trees blocking out most of the evening light. Min adjusted her flashlight, leading the team deeper into the woods.

“Are we ready?” she asked, her voice brisk and authoritative as she scanned the group of officers.

Her father, Chief Im Dong-hyun, shot her a stern look. “Min, don’t stray too far from me.”

“Yes, sir,” she replied, though her excitement was palpable. She had a hunch about this place, and she was determined to prove herself right.

As the team trudged through the underbrush, Min’s sharp eyes caught something—faint tire tracks embedded in the dirt. She grinned triumphantly. “We’re on the right track,” she whispered to herself.

But as they ventured deeper, the forest grew eerily quiet, and the fading light made the shadows seem alive. Suddenly, the distant rumble of an engine broke the silence. Min’s heart raced as she and her father ducked into the bushes, switching off their flashlights.

A sleek black SUV came into view, its headlights slicing through the darkness. Behind the wheel was a tall man with striking red hair. He exuded an aura of danger, his sharp eyes scanning the forest as if he sensed he was being watched.

“Recognize him?” Min whispered.

Her father shook his head. “No, but he’s not in any of our reports. We’ve got confirmation—there’s mafia activity here.”

Min’s pulse quickened, a mix of fear and exhilaration coursing through her veins. But her father placed a firm hand on her arm. “It’s getting dark. We should regroup and come back tomorrow.”

Min hesitated, her instincts urging her to push forward. “Just a little further,” she pleaded. Without waiting for his approval, she moved ahead.

Soon, the forest opened up, revealing a massive, ominous castle-like structure. Min’s breath hitched. “This is it,” she whispered, barely containing her excitement.

Before they could approach, the other officers joined them. But their victory was short-lived. Out of the shadows, armed figures emerged, encircling the group.

“Drop your weapons,” a deep voice commanded.

The red-haired man from the SUV stepped forward, a smug grin on his face. “Well, well, what do we have here? A little lost police party?”

Min clenched her fists, her mind racing as her father stepped protectively in front of her. The tension crackled in the air, the standoff on the verge of exploding.

[dazz-linglight]

Exo having long distance relationship

(OT9 EXO) / I wrote a piece for Chen because this is for entertainment only, it won't interfere into his real life and marriage.

Suho

Suho, approaches the long-distance relationship with responsibility and care. He makes the effort to maintain constant communication, scheduling video calls and exchanging messages throughout the day. Despite the distance, he dedicates himself to planned visits whenever possible with his agenda. Suho also uses his creativity to surprise you, sending handwritten letters and gifts to your house. He believes that trust is key, so he always makes sure to be transparent about his routine and feelings. Even on difficult days, Suho maintains a positive attitude, encouraging you to follow your dreams, showing that distance is not an obstacle, but an opportunity to grow individually.

Lay

Lay is emotional and expressive, and long distance makes him feel even more. He uses music as a way to connect, composing songs to express his feelings for you. He has voice recordings, sharing melodies that he created with you in mind. For him, every call is a chance to strengthen the bond, and he always tries to include special moments, such as virtual dinners. He is very sensitive to your emotions and takes the time to understand how you feel by asking open-ended questions and listening carefully.

Xiumin

Xiumin is practical and organized, which helps him deal with the distance. He created a calendar to make sure they connect regularly, setting fixed times for calls. For him, routine is important, as it brings comfort in the midst of longing. He also likes to make little surprises, such as sending typical food from the city he is in or products that he knows you love. He makes effort to make you feel loved and valued, even from afar, by sending motivational messages and making plans for the future. Xiumin’s easy-going demeanor helps him stay calm during difficult times.

Baekhyun

Baekhyun is spontaneous and fun, and his approach to long-distance relationships is full of humor. He loves making funny videos to send to you, always trying to make you smile. The calls are filled with laughter, and he strives to create memories even from a distance. Baekhyun often uses social media to share moments from his daily life, including you as a part of his life. He dedicates himself to planning unexpected visits, to show up in your door and making each reunion special. Despite the lightheartedness, he is also honest about his emotions, ensuring that both of you share their fears and insecurities.

Chanyeol

Chanyeol, with his optimistic and creative spirit, approaches the distance with enthusiasm. He uses his passion for photography and videos to document his days, sending you glimpses into his life. Chanyeol tries to make each message a fun experience, using funny filters and effects. He organizes virtual game nights, where you can compete and have fun together, even when apart. Chanyeol is also very kind, always asking how you're coping with the distance, he is a great supporter and never lets you feel lonely.

Chen

Chen is the romantic one of the group, and the distance makes him express his feelings even more. He sends songs that he composes or that have a special meaning for them, using art as a way of connecting to you. Chen dedicates time to writing composed letters, full of emotions and promises. He makes a point of remembering important facts and always planning celebrations. Conversations with Chen are deep and meaningful, allowing both of you to share fears and hopes. He believes that each challenge brings a new opportunity to strengthen the relationship and never fails to express his love, even from afar.

Kyungsoo

Kyungsoo is practical and introspective, and the distance brings out his more reflective side. He prefers calmer and deeper conversations, focusing on the quality of communication. For him, the most important thing is sincerity, so he doesn't hesitate to share his concerns about the relationship with you. Kyungsoo creates small rituals, such as reading the same book at the same time, to feel like you are together, even if virtually. He is also quite attentive, always making a point of asking about your day and offering emotional support. Distance, for Kyungsoo, is a test that he believes you will overcome together.

Kai

Kai is intense and passionate, and his approach to the long-distance relationship reflects this. He often expresses his feelings visually, sending artistic photos of his routine and videos of dances that he has done. Kai loves surprises, so whenever he can, he sends gifts that capture special moments. He is quite a romantic, often writing poems dedicated to you. Even when missing you is difficult, Kai tries to keep the relationship light, making jokes and creating fun moments during calls.

Sehun

Sehun, with his easygoing personality, tries not to let the distance weight him down. He uses humor and sarcasm in his conversations, making calls light and fun. Sehun likes to catch you off guard you with unexpected messages and memes, creating a relaxed atmosphere. He makes an effort to show that he is always present, even if it is virtually, by participating in online activities together, such as binge-watching series. Sehun is also quite protective, always asking how you're dealing with the longing. Despite the jokes, he is honest about his feelings and is committed to making the relationship work.

[starillusion13]

Hello! Can I make a request? About Baekhyun's jealousy. His wife is a kdrama fan and has been a fan of Park Bogum for some time. The reader found Baekhyun's attitude sweet and funny. She was also surprised. He was never jealous of such things. (Maybe he needs some attention)

"He is really cute, what should I do?"

"They look beautiful together"

"Bogummy did a good job"

"Hey, I'm here and you'd rather watch TV for 500 hours than spend time together?"

The smile disappeared from his face when the reader noticed his jokingly angry tone.

The rest is up to you!!

Please some fluff things!! ❣❣

Are you jealous?

Pairing: Baekhyun x f!reader

Genre: Fluff, slice of life

W.C: 1.4k

Warnings: none ( but mention of actor Park Bogum)

Networks: @cultofdionysusnet @k-vanity

Note: please I want to thanks to people for reading and reblogging. Reviews are always appreciated . Applause to the ones who come up to me to interact and they know how friendly I am. Okay enough!

You were giggling and munching on the snacks that were all displayed in front of you. Not even glancing at the things that you were eating, but eyes still fixed on the T.V screen where one of the most exciting dramas from your watch-list was playing.

The way you were cooing and making faces while watching the main lead as if you were talking about your high-school crush to your best-friend.

Something blocked your way of vision and annoyingly you tried to push away the person. But the person didn’t budge and stood at the place, hands resting on his hip.

“Hey, move. I’m watching T.V. I don’t want to miss a single scene.”

 You were trying to watch the screen from the person’s side but he was again blocking the view. Getting enough of the bullshit, you somehow paused the drama and looked up to see him standing, furrowed eyes and pout on his face.

You rolled your eyes and leaned back into the sofa and he sat beside you.

“What are you watching?”

You glanced at him and at the big screen. Can’t he see himself? But you were not feeling to talk back to him as you were already annoyed with him for interrupting your drama.

“K-Drama.” You said in a tone as if it was very obvious and you offered the chips towards him. He huffed his cheeks but grabbed some from the packet. He was trying his best to look intimidating and angry but you were finding his attitude cute and funny.

“Last night, you finished a K-drama and again you are watching this. Is it the same one?”

He looked confused at the screen and back at you when you were scrolling on your phone. Before he could speak anything, you held up your phone in front of him.

“What?”

“Isn’t he cute, Baek?” You titled your head to side and peeked from behind your phone to look at him. He glanced between you and the person you were showing on your screen.

“Who is he?”

You smiled and scooted closer to him, “His name is Park Bogum. He is the cutest actor to me. Last night I finished watching ‘Encounter’ and now I’m watching his other k-drama, its named ‘Record of Youth’. I can’t get enough of his acting.”

He ‘tsk’ and hugged you to pull you on his lap, resting his chin on your shoulder to look down at your phone, where you were typing something.

“You are literally obsessed with him, Y/n.”

"He is really cute, what should I do?" you replied and cooed to the picture displaying on your phone screen without noticing the pout on his face.

You were scrolling through some images in google and tapped open one to show your boyfriend. He pretended to look away but you gripped his cheeks, pressing your fingers lightly to make him focus on what you were trying to show.

"They look beautiful together" you smiled, but to whom. Were you smiling at the couple you were showing from your last k-drama or your smile was for your boyfriend?

You leaned back into your boyfriend’s embrace and tried to grab the remote but he was quick to take it back from you.

"What? Are you going to watch with me? Bogummy did a good job and I know you will love his acting." Your cheerful tone was not setting right with him even when you were literally speaking about this another man in front of him. But he was atleast happy that you were smiling while sitting on his lap.

“Bogummy?...You are now calling him with a nickname. How come this person suddenly replacing me?”

You ignored his childish comments and pecked his cheek, it got him taken aback and you found it the chance for sneaking the remote from his hands. Just two seconds into the drama and it got turned off. You let out a groan and turned back to him and watched him smiling down at you.

You waited for him to reply and you raised your brows.

"Hey, I'm here and you'd rather watch TV for 500 hours than spend time together?"

The smile disappeared from his face when you noticed his jokingly angry tone.

Licking your lips, you scanned his face and felt hurt. He was sitting in front of you, so close to your body. You could feel the heat radiating from his body and still here you were ignoring him for the k-drama. Maybe, you love to watch them but nothing is more important or lovable to you than him, your boyfriend, Baekhyun. You turned around, now facing him to his side.

“Baek…”

“What?”

“Don’t tell me you are jealous with this actor.” He stared at you for a while before you continued. “If you are…then I don’t think you are much older than five years old.”

You stifled a laugh and he puffed your cheeks.

“Yes I am jealous. Look I came here yesterday but you were not even speaking with me and watching this man on repeat. Why is he so important?”

Oh. Your big baby needs some attention. But it’s your fault too as he came back after 1 week of exchange student project but without greeting him properly, you were watching your new crush. Well, celebrity crush. Your real crush is always Baekhyun.

“Aww my baby missed me. Come here, give me a hug.” You spoke to him in baby language and honestly you were cringing on your own tone but you were having fun in teasing him. But he held your extended hand and pinned them down while leaning forward.

“I see you got something or someone to spend your time with when am not around. It’s definitely I have missed you for one whole week but it seems like you didn’t even think about me for once because of this Bogummy guy.” His irritated tone was not harsh but it was funny to you.

You laughed lightly at the way he pronounced the name, even the nickname you said earlier.

“Now for whom are you being so smiley-smiley?” he narrowed his eyes and stared down at you. You were almost lying on the sofa and he was hovering on top of you.

“For….him.” It's fun to tase him.

“YAH!” He started tickling you and the room filled with both of your laughs. After a while when both of you were tired from tickling each other and laughing, you laid down and he rested his head on top of your chest. Your hands automatically started playing with his hairs.

“I missed you, Baek.” You told him softly.

He hummed to you and raised his head up to look at you. His hand caressed your face and head and combed your hairs. You closed your eyes and leaned to his touch. Damn, how you missed his touch so much.

He smiled at you and before your lips could curl up, he connected his lips with you. You smiled in the kiss and there was a desperation in the kiss. From both the sides. You both have missed each other for one week and you both are childish for each other. It’s okay as in the end it’s only you both for each other. Your hands moved around his neck to keep him close to you and he held your jaw and head.

Breaking from the kiss, he rested his forehead against yours. A glint of happiness flickering in his eyes.

“Did I make you forget him now?”

“Baek, you are still onto it. Come on. I love you. He is just a celebrity crush.”

He laughed and nodded.

"I love you too, Y/n." you pecked him.

“But next time, before leaving I will make sure that you don’t fall in love with another celebrity.”

“And what are you even going to do?”

“All the things you are watching and loving, I’m going to reenact them in reality.” He had that mischievous look with the teasing smirk on his face but you smirked back at him.

“I would love to see them. Afterall its you who would be doing those things to me.”

Again the room got filled with laughter.

Literally whenever I imagine Baekhyun, it feels like he is my real boyfriend. He is my first love in k-pop and no one can ever replace him.

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hi hi hiiii lil update :')

soooo i've been working on a few things n wanted to keep u kittens in the loop hehe:

— s&v pt. 4 — photographer!baekhyun pt. 2 — isekai fic w/ nerdy virgin!baek — loverboy (a 4-part series) — one night stand w/ baek that leads to pregnancy — playboy!baekhyun x man-eater!reader fic — another smutty exo scenario :') i'm so excited about this one, i think it'll b my next update!!!

i also have a few lil drabbles that i have in q that have been rotting in my drafts for literal months lol. plus i’m still working through some requests from you cutie nonnies!!!! so i’ll be getting to those in between! my inbox is open for thirsts & reqs as long as y’all are okay with a bit of a wait (like a couple weeks max) by the time i get to them.

alsooooo i just wanna say that i’m so, so, soooo thankful for everyone who reads, comments, reblogs, and likes my works. u guys make me so insanely happy fr and seeing ur thoughts in the comments literally fuels my will to live LMAO it makes writing feel so much more rewarding and i appreciate it more than i can put into words!!!!! :')

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Might be off topic from smuts and all, but can you recommend me some songs of the older generation? I want to explore how much has changed.

I don’t know what genre you like so..

D-Lite (Daesung of Bigbang)- Anymore (Japanese song) *it’s better if you see his live performance*

Taeyang- Wedding Dress is such a classic

Taeyang- Only look at me (don’t read the lyrics first, do it after hearing it, you’ll be surprised)

Zion T- Yanghwa Bridge (if you like rnb)

Nu’est- Hello

Bobby- Raise your guard and bounce, YGGR (smtm3)

Got7- Fly

TVXQ- Mirotic

BTOB- Pray

MOBB (Mino & Bobby duo)- Full House

Mino- Fiancé

Day6- Love Me Or Leave Me

G-Dragon- Bullshit

T.O.P- Doom Dada

Epik High- Born Hater, Rosario, Acceptance Speech

Baekhyun- Bambi

Lee Hong Gi- Still Love You

EXO- Love Shot

Sik K- Rendezvous

f(x)- 4 Walls

Bigbang- Lies, Haru Haru (any song honesty)

Zico- Bermuda Triangle

IKON- Love Scenario

Davichi- This Love

Swings- Villian

Dynamic Duo- Aeao (after 9 years, it blows up on TikTok lol)

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Sorry if you already said something, but do you have any thoughts on sm losing both baekhyun and now taemin as soloists? Is this snowballing likely to continue, and what do you see sm being in five years?

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Hi Anon,

I've answered the question of where I see SM in 5 years here <- that's from about a month ago.

My view of Baekhyun and Taemin both jumping ship is that they were overdue. It was always a question of when not if. SM has a long, prolific history of bleeding talent and abusing their idols - that company is quite literally the worst offender among the Big3 just going by the number of lawsuits filed every 3 - 5 years from idols under their management. And this is aside the fact that SM is the only major company that compels their artists to sign 10-year contracts using a legal loophole, where the industry standard is 7 years. The reason SM's known practices aren't talked about more in fact, is because SM also has the largest amount of company stans in the wider k-pop fandom who strongly influence where scrutiny is placed.

And that reason is why even if this snowballs, it won't change anything dramatically for the company, because nobody is more committed to keeping illusion of SM's legacy/prestige alive more than fans of SM groups.

That said, based on debut dates, the group next up for contract negotiations is NCT. Because most of the founding members have promoted outside Korea (the legal loophole SM uses), this means they have 10-year contracts and so they'll only begin negotiations from the latter half of this year through 2026. As some of the members are due to enlist starting this year (Taeil, Jaehyun, Doyoung and Taeyong are the four oldest Korean members), it's assumed they are speedrunning negotiations ahead of that deadline, and it could be why we've seen solo and sub-unit projects for Taeil, Taeyong, Jaehyun and Doyoung in the last year. I'm highlighting those four in contrast to a member like Mark, who is easily NCT's most prominent member (alongside Taeyong) who still doesn't have a solo EP, and it's probably just a coincidence that he's Canadian and not up for military service. And so his negotiations can happen much later. Given the state of SM's dwindling idol portfolio and how they've been handling NCT so far, I expect almost all the members to re-sign (WayV is the wild card here), but I expect more bleeding from EXO and other legacy acts.

Anyway, I'm already rambling.

Baekhyun/Taemin have been associated with SM for a decade and that's not going to change even with them leaving the company, for two reasons:

They are still signed under SM for group activities.

SM stans won't relinquish that connection no matter how hard those idols attempt to rebrand their image. Like I've been saying, most fans of SM groups are actually company stans despite what they'll tell you.

So long as the make-up of k-pop fandoms remain dominated by SM stans, nothing is changing significantly for SM in this space in the next 5 years. Their new girl group will debut to much fan fare, Taemin and Baekhyun will continue being included in conversations about SM talent and influence, and SM company norms will continue as they have like every other time a high-profile talent has left their company - just fine.

The one caveat I didn't include in my prior post (linked above) but feel compelled to include now, is that the non-compete HYBE placed on Lee Sooman in 2023, expires in 2026. Given everything I've mentioned about how SM operates and the cult-like following LSM has both with his staff and k-pop stans generally, if he establishes a competing agency in the next 5 years, that could dramatically impact the life of SM Entertainment beyond any of the expected M&A scenarios I mentioned in point 3 of my linked post.

Overall, expect more of the same but there's a chance we get more fun times ahead. :)

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Imagine Baekhyun with his cock so far down your throat when you get home from picking him up from the airport. It has been 2 long years since he's been able to mess you up like the slut you are. So for that 2 year gap he's going to make it up to you by making you senseless, unable to walk, tying you up, filling you to the beam with his seed, making you pick up any calls you get while he railing you senseless. "Oh these next couple of weeks are going to be hard on you, love!" he whispers in your ear as his finger are at the halt in your slobbering cunt. All you can do is whimper and whine as the third sight blinding wave of ecstasy hit you for tonight. "I'm not done with you yet." He kisses you wrapping his arms around you're waist pulling you to the edge of the bed as he lower himself down on his knees.

"I need a taste out of this!"

Author Note: I will be back on a regular posting schedule once I finish helping my family move to out new house. So it may be a while before I can post again or maybe not I don't know right now. Sorry this is so late and out of pocket 😅, but anyway I'm happy Baekhyun is home and I could post this anyway thanks for reading bye 👋.

♡his-royal-tea

P.S it's 9:37 am and I haven't proofread this so please excuse Grammer mistakes 😅

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EXO Scenario - Call Me Daddy ~ Kim Junmyeon

Genre: Smut Word count: 1754

Hey! Thanks for the request and I hope you like it! <3

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“You’re so silly!” Suho exclaims whilst laughing from the kitchen, just after you have a moment of excitement from playing Animal Crossing. You sigh and reluctantly put down your Nintendo switch, wrap yourself in your blanket with is wrapped around your head. Waddling into the kitchen, you follow the smell of cookies, fresh out of the oven.  “Oh, this smells amazing...” you say quietly whilst surprised, going to reach for one but he grasps your hand to kiss it, “They’ve just come out of the oven baby, don’t want you burning yourself,” he softly whispers whilst he pulls you in for a hug, kissing your forehead. 

You stand around, giggling and laughing over each other’s silly little faces, He holds you close and tight, like he could never let you go. You look up at him with doe eyes, and he bites his lip, going in for a kiss. However, you push yourself away, and tell him he can’t get a kiss until he gives you a cookie. Laughing at you, he rolls his eyes and stands there, arms crossed, “Fine then”. You stand there expecting him to give you a cookie, but he smirks at you, leaning against the counter waiting for you to make a remark next. 

With a huge huff and puff, you have a tantrum and decide to let him be, waddling back out of the kitchen, into the bedroom. You didn’t realise that Suho had followed behind quietly. After putting on a relaxing playlist, you make your way to the bathroom and start running a bath for yourself and laid out nice lingerie on the counter to put on under your pjs. 

20 minutes fly by and you’re getting yourself dried off, you slide on your lingerie, getting flustered where you put your pjs, frantically looking around the bathroom to soon realise you left them on the bed. You wrap a towel around your head and walk into the bedroom, not really paying attention to Suho, sitting at the end of the bed, looking at you with admiration, until his whisper, “Fuck, you’re beautiful,” made you look up. You take a step back, getting flustered that he’s now seen what he could’ve seen later. You try to grab your pjs, but he pulls you to sit down on the bed next to him. He grabs a cookie off the plate on the bedside table, places it in front of your mouth, “Go on, try it, they’re delicious”, you take a bite and look up at him, nodding and smiling, but before you could say anything, he leans in for a kiss, after putting the cookie down. 

With a quick motion, he pulls you to sit on his lap, facing him, kissing you passionately. In the break, he bites his lip whilst running his hands up and down your torso, getting a firm grasp onto your hips. A moan slipped from your mouth as his grip got firmer. A hand falls down to grab your ass, then tugs on your underwear, him looking at you for permission. You nodded as the way he touches you, especially like this drives you absolutely insane. 

You feel yourself fall onto the bed into your back after he picks you up and gently throw you down, as he uses his index fingers to slide your underwear off you, his kisses leaving a trail from your stomach to your feet whilst he does so. Once he has your underwear off, he crawls towards you on the bed, so he’s holding himself on top of you, he smirks as he goes for another kiss, but instead starts to whisper in your ear, “Are you going to be a good girl?”, and before you could even reply, his hand softly grabs your thigh, making circles on it until he gets close to your wet entrance, hearing you whimper at his soft touches makes him happy, as he starts to rub your clit, then stops. This repeats until you start whining at him to stop messing around, “But baby girl, you didn’t answer me. Are you going to be good for me?”, “Yes...” you try to reply, but he starts rubbing again, “Yes, what?”, he growls. Knowing exactly what he’s doing. As you start to get irritated and over-stimmed from being toyed with like this, you moan, “Yes Daddy, please Daddy. I want you to fuck me daddy!”. 

He scoffs at your begging for him to do something other than tease you like this, but smiles at you sweetly. He leaves a train of kisses and love bites from your neck down, just as he gets close to your heat. As he looks up at you, he sees you biting your lip, grasping at your breasts. Whilst he’s pleased seeing what state he has you in, he goes in, using his tongue to tease your clit, sucking on it now and again. You squirm under his tongue, which makes him do it more, adding a finger, adding a second, until you come to your climax. You moan his name so loud the street could hear you, but he keeps going, riding you out through your climax. He wasn’t stopping until he was happy with what he’s done. You start to cry his name in pleasure, as he has to pin your legs in place. 

He stops. 

He looks at you whilst he takes a stand at the end of the bed, looking down at the mess he’s made you into. The sound of you trying to calm down your moans after the event made him smirk. He unbuckles his belt and slowly unzips his trousers, and takes his shirt off. He removes his belt from around his waist, bends down and grabs you by the throat to pull you up to it. He flashes a smile at you before ordering you to turn over, on your knees on the bed, “Arms behind your back, now,” you follow order with as much effort as you can after being over-stimmed. He secures your arms behind your back by tying the belt around you and buckling it behind you. Loving the scene he has of your ass in the air, your head in the sheets and of you being restrained got him excited. 

He drops his trousers and pull you right to the edge of the bed, his member teasing at your entrance, getting covered in your fluids. As you are restricted, all you can do is beg for him to do something about it. Without moaning too much, he slowly slides it in, then takes it out. In, out. Slowly and gently at first to tease, he pulls it out for a second or two, then push it back in. Until he eventually deicdes to rail you, to the point where your legs shake and all you can do is scream into the bed, knowing your peak signals, he pulls out just before you can say anything. Leaving your juices drip from you. 

Sweat drips down his face from going hard and fast, he unbuckles his belt, unwrapping it from around you. pushing you to turn over. He can’t help but moan, “Awh, my poor baby girl, did Daddy tease you too much?”. He laughs at your state again, but gently pull you towards him to passionately kiss you as you try to stable yourself. ‘Is it over?’ you thought, he’s being gentle, tidying up your hair, putting a stand behind your ear. 

He doesn’t stop there, he pulls your leg up, pushing them against your chest, and pulls your bra down. You fumble to get it off. He leaves enough room for your breasts to move whilst he fucks you hard again. You catch him smirking at you in moments you manage to keep your eyes open through the pleasure. He’s so hot. Your hand inches towards your heat, what would he do if you try to play with yourself whilst he rails you? He grabs your hand tight, “Don’t even think about it baby girl,” he shoots you a stern look, and you whimper, he’s taken full control. He takes his free hand to slowly start rubbing you, then asks you to reach for your toys in the drawer just above you, whilst he’s still inside. You fumble for your vibrator, passing it to him with shaking hands by trying not to moan. 

He starts it off flow, placing it against you, whilst he fucks you deep with each stroke. You whimper and wriggle from the pleasure. He slowly turns the vibrations up, pulls out, but keeps your toy on you, teasing you even more. On, off. You get so close to coming so many times. He knows this. But something in him caves in, “Cum got me baby, scream my name”. You grab tightly onto the sheets, whilst he turns your toy up to max volume, using his free hand to finger you. You clench around his fingers, he pulls them out as you reach your peak, making you squirt. He laughs, impressed with himself for doing that to you whilst your uncontrollably shaking under him. 

He turns the toy off and gives you a few seconds before pulling you up off the bed, pushing you down onto your knees infront of him and grabbing a fist full of hair. “Suck, like a good girl,” you do as your told, but still trying to recover from your high, you grab onto his member, licking it first. Then you take him fully into your mouth, as he grips you by your head, using that as a method to control your pace, “Fuck, you’re so pretty with your mouth around it. Look at me!” He growls. 

You feel him twitch in your mouth as he reaches his climax, you swollow his warm fluid, whilst looking up at him, seeing his face turn in pleasure, his head thrown back, “Good girl”.

He looks down at you and smile, “how about a shower, cuddles, a film  and eat those cookies I made then, baby?”. His tone is soft, as he picks you up off the floor, and carries you into the bathroom, looking back at the mess in the bedroom, “You go shower first, I’ll clean up, yeah?”. He places a soft kiss on your forehead. You nod as you stumble towards the shower, hearing him laugh as he watches you. “I love you,” you say, heavy breathed, “I love you too baby girl.” He winks as he goes to clean. 

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Ballet in blood

Part1 , Part2 , Part3, Part4, Part5, Part6,

Disclaimer : hello guys ! I finally got brave and find the courage to post . Please be patient with me and also excuse any texting mistakes! 💕 hope you will like it !

Summary: N/a, a brilliant and determined ballet dancer, has spent her life focused on her dream of performing on the grandest stages, earning a prestigious scholarship to the Korean National Ballet Academy. But her world collides with Chanyeol, a ruthless and powerful figure in Seoul’s underworld. Cold, calculated, and violent, Chanyeol is a man feared by many, yet inexplicably drawn to N/a’s purity and grace. Despite knowing she doesn’t belong in his dangerous world, Chanyeol becomes obsessed with protecting her, even as enemies close in, threatening to tear them apart.

Genre : angst ,fluff , some smut? Mafia!AU

Pairing : Chanyeol x fem!reader

Warnings⚠️: mentions of violence ,shouting,guns ,drugs alcool and some spicy scenes .

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Chapter 1

The night was alive with the pulse of neon lights, the darkened streets of Seoul hiding the sins of the powerful and the weak alike. Hidden behind tinted windows, in a sleek black car, Chanyeol watched the city with eyes that missed nothing. He was dressed in a perfectly tailored suit, his gaze cold and unfeeling as he surveyed the streets that belonged to him. His business dealings had made him wealthy beyond imagination, but his heart—if it existed—was encased in ice.

Tonight, a new shipment had arrived, one that required his personal touch. He ran the city’s underworld with precision, and any threat to his empire was swiftly and brutally eliminated. His phone buzzed.

"It's done, boss. The new line is moving fast," Sehun’s voice came through, calm but carrying the weight of the underground dealings.

"Good," Chanyeol replied, his tone as chilling as the night air. "Make sure no one screws it up."

Meanwhile, on the other side of Seoul, n/a was living in a completely different world. She was focused, her body moving with elegance and grace as she rehearsed in the empty ballet studio. Her dedication to her craft had always been her way of escaping the chaos around her. Tonight was no different. The strains of classical music echoed in the dimly lit room as she practiced, her mind far from the dangers of the city. She had no idea that her world was about to collide with Chanyeol’s.

Outside, Sunny waited, her foot tapping impatiently as she checked her phone for the time. "Hurry up, we’re going to be late for the party!" she called from the door, a grin spreading across her face. She had always been the spontaneous one, dragging n/a into the wildest situations, parties with shady figures and unknown guests.

"I'm coming," n/a replied, wiping the sweat from her brow, finishing her final pirouette. She was the complete opposite of her best friend—calm, poised, and always in control. But tonight, she would step outside her world of ballet into a life she knew nothing about.

The party, hosted in a luxurious penthouse, was filled with the elite of Seoul. The air was thick with tension and danger, but that didn’t scare Sunny. It was her playground. As they entered, Sunny greeted people with ease, but n/a kept to herself, feeling out of place in the glamorous crowd.

Chanyeol was already there, standing at the top of a private staircase overlooking the main floor. He didn’t attend events like these for fun—he came for business, connections, and control. His cold eyes scanned the crowd until they landed on a figure that didn’t belong.

Her.

The penthouse was a display of opulence—floor-to-ceiling windows that offered a panoramic view of Seoul’s glittering skyline, while chandeliers cast a soft glow over the room. The crowd moved like a slow tide, expensive perfumes mixing with the scent of alcohol. Conversations hummed, laughter echoed, but behind it all was an unspoken tension. These weren’t just the wealthy and the elite,these were people with influence, people who moved in the shadows.

Chanyeol leaned against the railing, one hand resting on the glass of whiskey he hadn’t yet touched, the other casually tucked into the pocket of his tailored suit. His broad shoulders and tall frame made him impossible to miss, and though he wasn’t looking for attention, it naturally followed him. Whispers followed in his wake some in awe, others in fear but he never paid them any mind. He had worked hard to maintain his reputation: ruthless, untouchable, and cold.

From his vantage point, he watched as guests mingled below, his sharp eyes noticing everything, the way alliances formed and broke with a simple conversation, the way secrets were traded like currency. He thrived in this world. But just as he was about to turn away, something, or rather someone, caught his eye.

A girl.

She stood out not because of her beauty,though that was undeniable but because she didn’t seem to fit the mold of the people who surrounded her. She wasn’t flaunting her wealth or power. Her simple but elegant black dress clung to her graceful frame, her posture poised in a way that only someone trained in the art of movement could possess. There was something about her… something calm, controlled, like the eye of a storm in the chaos of the room.

She stood beside another girl, a lively one who was clearly more comfortable in this environment, chatting and laughing with people they both seemed to barely know. But this quiet girl… she was different.

Chanyeol’s eyes narrowed slightly as he observed her, a frown tugging at the corner of his lips. He had seen countless women in these circles, some drawn to his wealth, others to his power. But this one… she didn’t seem like she belonged here. She looked more like someone who should be performing on stage, not mingling with the corrupt.

N/a could feel the weight of someone’s gaze on her, and it unsettled her. She wasn’t used to this kind of attention. Her life had been a carefully crafted routine: ballet, studies, and nothing else. Tonight, Sunny had begged her to come out, promising it would be fun. But n/a wasn’t so sure anymore. She didn’t belong in a place like this, surrounded by people who spoke in low voices about things she didn’t understand.

“Hey, you okay?” Sunny’s voice cut through her thoughts, her tone light and teasing. “You look like you’re about to bolt.”

N/a forced a smile. “I’m fine. It’s just… I don’t think this is my kind of scene.”

Sunny rolled her eyes, a playful grin on her lips. “Come on, loosen up! You’ve been cooped up in the studio all week. You need this.”

Before n/a could respond, someone approached them. It was a tall man, his suit impeccably tailored, his smile just a bit too charming. “Ladies, care for a drink?”

Sunny’s eyes sparkled with interest, but n/a immediately shook her head. “No, thank you.”

The man’s gaze lingered on her for a moment longer than she liked, and it made her stomach twist. There was something about the way these people looked at her, like they saw something they could take advantage of. It made her uncomfortable. She shifted on her feet, wishing she had stayed home. But Sunny was already chatting with the man, completely at ease, leaving n/a feeling more isolated by the second.

From his position above, Chanyeol watched the exchange with an unreadable expression. He didn’t know her, but something about the way she reacted to the men around her intrigued him. She wasn’t easily swayed by charm or power. She was different.

“Who is that?” Chanyeol’s attention was drawn away by a voice at his side—Baekhyun, ever the curious one, with a mischievous grin on his face. His eyes followed Chanyeol’s line of sight to where n/a stood. “You’ve been staring for a while now.”

“No one,” Chanyeol replied coolly, though his eyes betrayed his interest.

Baekhyun chuckled. “Sure. No one.” He clapped Chanyeol on the back before moving off to join the party, leaving Chanyeol alone with his thoughts.

Chanyeol took a slow sip of his whiskey, letting the burn of the alcohol ground him. He wasn’t the type to get distracted by women. His focus was always on his business, on maintaining control. But there was something about this girl that he couldn’t quite shake.

Down below, n/a’s discomfort was growing. The party was becoming more suffocating by the minute. She turned to Sunny, who was still engaged in conversation with the charming man, and tugged on her arm. “Sunny, I think I’m going to head out.”

Sunny blinked at her, confused. “What? Why? We just got here!”

“I just… I don’t feel right here,” n/a said softly, her eyes scanning the room nervously.

Sunny’s expression softened, and she sighed. “Okay, okay. Let me just finish this drink, and we can leave.”

N/a nodded, feeling a small sense of relief. She moved to the edge of the room, away from the crowd, trying to find a quiet corner where she could breathe.

But even there, she wasn’t alone.

“Leaving so soon?”

The voice was deep, smooth, and it sent a shiver down her spine. She turned slowly and found herself face-to-face with the man who had been watching her all night. His presence was overwhelming—tall, imposing, with eyes so dark they seemed to pierce through her.

Chanyeol.

N/a swallowed, her heart pounding in her chest. She didn’t know who he was, but there was something about him that both terrified and intrigued her.

“I…” She struggled for words, feeling his intense gaze on her. “I don’t belong here.”

His lips curved into the faintest of smiles, though it didn’t reach his eyes. “No, you don’t.”

Chanyeol’s presence was overwhelming, casting a shadow that seemed to swallow the space around him. N/a felt her breath catch in her throat as his cold eyes stayed locked on hers. He was impossibly close, and yet there was a distance between them that felt unbridgeable. She wasn’t sure if it was the sheer intensity of his gaze or the realization that he was someone far more dangerous than the other guests. There was a chill in the air that had nothing to do with the night outside.

“I shouldn’t be here,” she repeated, her voice barely above a whisper.

Chanyeol tilted his head slightly, his expression unreadable. “You’re not wrong.” His words were blunt, and yet there was something almost… amused in his tone, as if he were toying with the idea of her discomfort.

N/a shifted her weight, feeling the tension in her body growing with every second he stood in front of her. She should walk away—no, she should run. Something about him screamed danger, and not the kind she was prepared to handle. Yet, she found herself rooted to the spot, unable to break away from his gaze.

“What’s your name?” His question caught her off guard, the smoothness of his voice sending another shiver down her spine.

“N-n/a,” she stammered, mentally kicking herself for sounding so nervous.

His eyes flickered with mild interest. “N/a.” He repeated it slowly, as if testing how it felt on his tongue. “Pretty name.”

“Thank you,” she managed, though her voice still felt small compared to the towering figure in front of her.

Before either of them could say more, there was a sudden burst of laughter from across the room. Sunny, always the social butterfly, had attracted a group of people who were now hanging onto her every word. N/a glanced over, relieved for the distraction, but when she turned back, Chanyeol’s gaze hadn’t left her.

“You should leave,” he said, his voice dropping lower. “This isn’t a place for someone like you.”

The warning in his tone was unmistakable. He wasn’t being kind or protective, he was stating a fact, and it sent a wave of unease through her. But there was also something that stirred within her, a curiosity about why he cared at all.

N/a nodded, swallowing the lump in her throat. “I was just waiting for my friend.”

Chanyeol’s eyes flickered briefly toward Sunny, who was now the center of attention, and he exhaled sharply through his nose, almost in exasperation. “You might be waiting a while.”

N/a glanced at Sunny, who was laughing and leaning into the conversation, clearly in no hurry to leave. She sighed. “I’ll be fine.”

Chanyeol’s expression hardened slightly, his patience with this conversation thinning. “No, you won’t.” He stepped even closer, his presence a dark cloud that seemed to wrap around her. “This isn’t your world, and you don’t know the rules here.”

There was a warning hidden beneath the surface of his words, and it made n/a’s stomach churn. She didn’t know what game he was playing, but the way he was looking at her made it clear that he wasn’t someone to defy.

“Remember what I said,” Chanyeol added before turning and walking away, leaving n/a standing alone, feeling like she had just stepped into something far bigger than she could comprehend.

As soon as his back was turned, the tension that had been coiling in her chest finally eased. She exhaled shakily, her fingers brushing over her purse where the card rested. A lifeline? She wasn’t sure what he meant by that, but it was clear that this man held power—too much of it.

“N/a! There you are!” Sunny’s voice broke through her thoughts as she bounced over, a little tipsy but glowing with excitement. “Sorry, I got carried away. Are you ready to go?”

N/a forced a smile, trying to push the unease to the back of her mind. “Yeah. Let’s get out of here.”

As they left the penthouse, n/a couldn’t shake the feeling that something had shifted tonight. Chanyeol’s cold gaze, his cryptic words, the card he had given her, it all felt like a warning of things to come. She told herself she would never need to use it, that their lives would never cross paths again.

But deep down, she wasn’t so sure.

Part1 , Part2 , Part3, Part4, Part5, Part6, Part7.

[starillusion13]

Hi! Can I request baekhyun fic? He and her so so in love but she got pregnant and he is confused. He go away and returns a few weeks ago/month. A really regretful and scared baekhyun and some angst and fluff things please! 😭

Our Angel

Pairing: husband! Baekhyun x f! pregnant reader

Genre: Mafia, Angst, Fluff

Warnings: mention of talking about abortion, taking care of yourself alone in pregnancy, giving birth, Baek will regret later for not caring you. Pregnancy stuffs mentioned, nothing major warnings needed.

W.C : 3.2k

Note: please I want to thanks to people for reading and reblogging. Reviews are always appreciated 😭. Applause to the ones who come up to me to interact and they know how friendly I am. Okay enough!

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“Baekhyun…”

“Stop it. You are going to the hospital with me and I don’t want to hear anything else from you.” Sliding his jacket and keeping the strong eye contact with you.

Your teary eyes are still shocked to see your husband acting like this way. Your world seems to be falling apart when he has suggested you to get rid of this unnecessary stuff. Stuff? This is the most important part of your life. This is the connection between you both then why this is unwanted.

“This is our baby, Baek.”

“Not needed. Our life is better without any baby so without getting any further with this conversation, we are going to hospital and you are aborting it. Got it?”

“No. I’m not doing this.”

“Are you really talking back to me on this?” He raises his eyebrows, tilting his head in a daring way to challenge you to speak more.

“Yes. I am stating my true points unlike you who is running away from his responsibilities.”

“Y/N!”

“Enough Baek. I don’t want to hear further anything about this and let me handle the situation on my own.”

Your hot tears are pooled in your eyes, shaking and threatened to fall anytime smoothly across the cheek just like the way the both of you are drifting apart from your once lovely relationship. You balled your fist by your side and looking at him in disbelief where he is folding his hands in front and daringly watching your movements.

“So, you think you can take care of yourself all alone?” Raising his eyebrows, a questionable look on his soft face.

A teardrop escapes your shaking eyes but he seems not to care about it at this moment, only if he has seen this other moment, he would have ripped off the skin who made you like this. But maybe he has changed. He has changed after he found out that you are pregnant.

“I can. If you don’t want this baby then fine, I will have this baby and will do take care of them on my own. I want to raise them to be a better person but never like you.”

“Y/N, you are crossing your limits.”

“Am I? And what are you doing? Running away from the responsibility and turning your back when we are ready to take a step further to our relationship.”

“Responsibility? Y/N, we can think of this another time.”

“Baek. When you didn’t want this then why you gave me false hope and prepared my mind to accept this baby. Why Baek why?”

You are breaking down and falling apart into thousands of pieces. The lovely and healthy relationship between you both is fading away and you don’t know how to keep it in place anymore.

“Y/N, calm down. These are just feelings and you are overwhelmed knowing about this sudden news last week. All these will fade away and then you can understand me.”

Calm down? Feelings will fade away? These all are his thoughts for me right now? All the promises, love talks, future plannings, bonding, everything seems fake to you now. His smile, laugh shared with you, adorable gestures to you, they all seem like an act to you. So he just wanted you to be his partner in this mafia world? He didn’t care you as his wife and never wanted to have a baby who can be a burden to him.

“Sure. If you don’t want any of these then fine, I’m leaving you here on your own and never try to find me.”

At this point, hot tears streaming down your eyes, your hands messily tugging the loose hair strands behind the ears. On hearing your statement, Baekhyun pick up the nearest vase and throws towards the wall. The action makes a loud sound followed by shattering pieces of the fibres scattered all around the floor just like your heart is breaking with each word. You flinch and your hands tremble.

“You are leaving me? Are you serious?”

His eyes are furious and his breathing is heavy as if he is contemplating the whole situation. Hands gripping the head of the sofa tightly on which he is leaning. You standing near the stairs grip the stair railing for your support and watching him. The one who being a mafia leader never showed you his beast side in any situation is now a raging character who can burn you alive right now.

“Yes. I’m sure that leaving you here will be the good decision and have my own life far away from you.”

You feel nauseous and run towards the kitchen. Bending to the sink, you throw up. Tears falling down your eyes and trembling hands gripping the edge of the counter. You slide down and lean to the cabinets, bringing the knees towards your chest and holding them tightly and resting your forehead on top of it. Your sobs are echoing through the walls of the kitchen but there is no one to comfort you.

“I’m so sorry baby. You have to go through all these. I don’t know whether I can be a better mother to you or not but trust me I will stay with you and try my best to give you a perfect life. I know it’s a better decision to give up but…but I want to keep you with me. Please I hope you can forgive me one day.”

Footsteps stop in front of your frame but you don’t want to look up to see your husband, already knowing how much ignorant he is with your feelings on this situation.

“Go away Baekhyun.”

“He has gone.” The person sit himself on his knees, putting his hands on your shoulder to make you look up. “What happened Y/N? Why is he angry with you and left the house?”

“He left the house?”

Your wide eyes staring at the man in front, Baekhyun’s bestfriend, Chanyeol who is also your close friend and supports you whenever there is any argument between you and your husband. Pressing his lips into a line, dimple deepening into the cheek. He nods and make you stand up, still supporting against the counter. He washes your face and sets your hairs in place.

“What happened?”

“Chanyeol….He doesn’t want the baby…..and I want to keep it….I’m scared…I don’t know what to do anymore.”

He hugs you and rubs your back in comfort. “Shhh. You are already three months pregnant Y/N. It’s not good for the baby if you keep crying like this. I will talk with him. Let me solve this with him.” He takes out his phone and the other hand pulls you lightly towards the bedroom.

“Take your medicines and have some rest. If you fall sick with exhaustion, it will be not good for both of you and your baby. I will see if I can manage for your dinner in some way.”

Tugging you in the bed, he gives you a smile and goes outside the room. Being all alone in the shared bedroom, many thoughts started to run through your mind.

‘How will you take care of you and your baby? Will you be a good mom? Did he really leave you? No right? He is just going through some emotion, right? He still loves you and will come back for you to see you happy. He will again support your decisions. He will hug you tightly and surround you with all the warmth needed.’

You don’t know when you fell asleep. Late at night, Chanyeol wake you up and ask you to eat some food but you denied and wait for your husband to return. He looks at you apologetically and then speaks up.

“He is not going to come back Y/N. He is no more picking up my call after we had the argument on this. Please try to understand the situation and eat up….atleast for the baby.”

“Baek…..Baekhyun….” You cry out loudly thinking of all the happy moments shared between you both. You ate a little, not to the liking of Chanyeol but he understands your condition. He gives you the medicines and urges you to sleep.

Next day morning, Chanyeol left a note on saying how he had to leave for a meeting and you can call him if you need any kind of help or not. Help? You want a happy little family with your husband. Again?

You rub your belly while looking at the sky from your balcony. A soft smile adorning your broken feature, still a teardrop manages to escape your doe eyes.

“One day, we will be together and we will be the happiest.”

Its been six months after the incident. You hoped everyday for his return but to your dismay, he never came back to your doorstep. Whenever you heard the ringing of the doorbell, you hopefully opened the door to welcome him back but there were only your deliveries or Chanyeol. Chanyeol really helped you a lot during the months of pregnancy. He even managed to help you in some conditions when a wife needs their husband a lot. Also, one day, he asked you for allow him to be your baby’s father but you quickly dismissed the topic and he never brought that up again.

You cant forget Baekhyun so easily. Atleast somewhere, he is still thinking about you like you hope to see him for once. Going to check ups all alone. Watching other patients happily waiting for their turn and planning about the future with their husband meanwhile you sitting alone in the corner and apologizing to the baby who has not yet came to this cruel world. You needed Baekhyun many times but all you got in return was a dead phone call line. No one answered you. You sometimes lost control in the house and broke things and messily tried to end your life without thinking straight but the next moment you thought about your baby and that it was all your decision.

YOU HAVE TO DO EVERYTHING FOR YOUR BABY.

Today is your date given for the delivery and Chanyeol has prepared everything for you to arrive to the hospital safely. You had your labour pain in the midway to the hospital but luckily, you reached on time.

Everything happened so hastily that you couldn’t manage to wrap your head around the whole situation that how you were laid down on the emergency bed and been moved to the OT delivery room. You were under the care of the nurses and doctor when you were screaming for the pain and you knew that in some few hours you will get to see your lovely daughter. You were so happy to know that it is going to be a daughter and amidst the pain, you still managed to smile in a hope to see your lovely baby.

You wake up from your deep slumber. Parting the heavy eyelids is a lot of work to you right now. Your body is weak and exhausted after the delivery and heavy dose of medicines for the pain. You manage to sit up and your hooded eyes look towards the baby cot bed. It is empty. Your panic rises up and hands grip the white bedsheet. The sound of air conditioner being deaf to your ears while a danger bell ringing inside your head and you frantically looking all around when you spot a nurse entering your room with a register monitor board. She catches your panic sight and comes near your form.

“Ma’am, what happened?”

“My..my b-baby. Where is my baby?”

“Calm down Ma’am. You are having a healthy baby girl, she was kept near your body when we brought her to this room and then her father took her to play with her.”

Father? They might have mistaken Chanyeol as her father, right? Oh no. I have to clear their misunderstanding right now or else it is going to be worse.

“Umm. He is not her father. He is her uncle. Where are they?”

The nurse looks at you with confusion filled eyes.

“Uncle?”

You flinch on hearing the familiar voice. The sweet melodious voice which can ease any tension, which has a warmth laced in the tome to calm any restless self. But, how can he be here? Are you hearing things right now?

The nurse turns towards the voice and smiles and then proceed on checking the readings on the monitor display about your body health updates and then when the person came in view and you can see him holding the baby firmly in his hands.

The nurse after having noted down all the records, quickly leaves the room and now its you and your baby in Baekhyun’s delicate hold.

“Am I her uncle now?’

“…..Baekhyun?”

“How are you Y/N? Look the baby is so pretty…..just like you.”

“Why did you come here?”

You are still staring at him in disbelief. You cant believe that he is standing in front of you and moreover holding the baby for which, he went away that day.

“I’m sorry Y/N. I’m so sorry. I know you cant forgive me but please listen to me. Please. Don’t take away this baby from me.”

“I always listen to you Baekhyun. Please say why you left me that day, I will hear you.”

He sits near the foot of your hospital bed and looks down to the new born angel in his hand. He smiles to her softly and caress her cheeks with his index finger and then looks towards you. You are lost in the view unfolding in front of you to see the love of a father towards his new born daughter.

“I was scared Y/N. I was always scared for you being in my merciless life. You are always my fist priority and most important responsibility. I love you so much. I never wanted to cause any sort of tiny harm to you but when….when I got the news of your pregnancy, I got more scared. I thought how to welcome a new member and take more responsibility when I am always worried for you? Everyday, I thought to change your mind from keeping the baby but you were determined with your decision.”

You shift a bit forward to hold his wrist and squeeze it in assurance that you are listening to him. Tears falling down his eyes and a tear drop falls on the baby’s cheek who is warmly wrapped in a pink towel cloth. No one would believe him as a mafia leader who is crying helplessly in a casual grey and brown t-shirt and pants with a sleeping newborn in his hand.

“Are you still scared?”

“No. That day when I left you, I will never forgive myself for that. I blamed everyday to hurt you like that when you needed me the most but my coward self never made up the courage to face you during the situation. Chanyeol contacted me a lot of times and I got to know about you from him. I made him promise me not to tell you about me and one day, when I should take a final decision, I will go to you on my own.”

“Is that day today?” You ask him softly and he nods.

He is staring straight to you, “I thought about expanding our family everyday. To have a beautiful family with our children but the news seems like so sudden and early to make any decision. My foggy head did not think that how much hurt you will be. I will never forgive myself for hurting you. I proved to be a bad husband and a bad father.”

“No Baek, listen. You are going to be a great father. You are going to protect her and she is so lucky to have you. You were worried and scared and that’s why you ran away. You are a mafia leader, you only know to handle every situation aggressively and that’s why you went far away from me because you did not want to hurt me. You were scared of yourself.”

“You are not angry or upset with me?”

“Baek. I am upset. I am angry too. I was having so many emotions going through all these months but they didn’t fade away. They became strong with the time. Whenever I was alone, I felt scared but the next moment I felt nothing because I kept telling myself that no one will be there to make me feel safe. I was angry with you leaving me without hearing my side, without looking back at me to see how helpless I was. I was upset that my decision to keep this baby had broken us apart. I was upset that the reason I was crying and you being angry with me was all because of me. Because of this baby.”

Baekhyun is hugging the baby to his chest and crying continuously. His ears and cheeks turning red due to the effect and you caressed his head.

You both were scared and were weak in making a proper decision on this life note. If only you both have spoken with each other properly then today you would have happily enjoying the moment and welcoming the baby.

“I’m sorry baby. I’m sorry to leave you that day. Please forgive me.”

“Which baby?”

You smile on your own question and then your husband looks at you with his puffy eyes and red nose.

“What do you mean?”

“ah! So I am not your baby anymore? Is this little angel taking my spot in your life?”

Realization hits him and he laughs out aloud with still teary eyes. You laugh along with him.

“Never. You both have same place in my heart. I will protect my baby and this angel forever and now I have made up my mind that no matter how scared I will be for both of you. I’m not leaving again. I will fight the danger with keeping you both safe with me.”

“And I will always be the strong supporter by your side.”

His hand caresses your cheek and leans forward to kiss your lips. The baby is awake now and smiling with half closed eyes. Those eyes and lips are totally like her father and having his sweetest smile on those small lips.

“She looks like you, Baekhyun.”

You both are looking down to the angel in his hands. The baby he never wanted and told you to have an abortion. He is holding the baby continuously in his hand and firmly gripping as if the baby will disappear, if he ever softens the grip.

“Of course, my baby will look like me and that’s why she is so pretty but her squeezy cheeks are like you.”

“Am I not pretty?”

“Maybe.”

“Yaaa.”

“You will be a great mother and she is so lucky to have you as her guardian.”

“She is lucky to have both of us.”

An angel is blessed in both of your life and marks the beginning of the new stage of life on a happy note.

“Our angel.”

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<BYUN BAEKHYUN IS MY HUSBAND> THANK YOU!

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[writingstuffandmore]

Family...

Pairing: Baekhyun x fem reader (ft/ mentions of Chen)

Genre: Fluff

AU!: Idol, domestic?

Requested: An Anonymous request

A/N: I know this is a short fic but I feel that this is enough? Anyways, I hope you enjoy and please send me some feedbacks..

WC: 710

“Thanks for having us tod- “initially, it had to be me though. Anyways, thanks a lot. Bye-bye lovelies and hopefully I can see you again like this.” Y/N said as she was going to sit in the car. “Nah it should be us thanking you for looking after the kids and helping me.” Chen’s wife said with a sweet smile before continuing “Hopefully, you can come around not only to babysit but to casually spend time with them.”

After bidding goodbyes, you and your boyfriend/husband Baekhyun went to your home.

Throughout the ride, you and him were recalling the cute moments and events that had just happened back in Chen’s house.

After few hours later:

You were so exhausted but you weren’t really complaining in the first place. As you were doing your bedtime routine you noticed that Baekhyun has become quite quiet in the last three hours. At first, you didn’t think much as he might be resting from the day’s tiresome schedule but when you tried to call him or speak to him his responses were limited as if he was busy in his own little world.

By the time you were through with your routine, Baekhyun too had entered the bedroom and laid on the bed while scrolling through his feeds on the phone.

“Bae? Babe? Baekhyun?? Yah!!!” you called him out taking him off guard. “Yes baby, what happened?” He gave you his undivided attention.

As much as you were blushing but you had to keep calm, “W-well, that's what I should have asked you. From the time we have entered, you have become so quiet and I can’t help it but to think that you are angry with me” you said with a small pout.

“Oh no angel, you didn’t do anything wrong. It's just that I was thinking about something. I am so-

“What were you thinking about?” you said with big sparkly curious eyes as to what had kept him occupied for so long. “It's not that impor-

“If it wasn’t that important, you wouldn’t have been so lost. I get that if you aren’t comfortable talking about it, I will not force you upon.” You stood up from the stool on which you were sitting and cleaned the dressing area before heading towards the bed.

“I was thinking about kids and us.” He said with a sigh and looked at your confused face.

He took your hands in his and gently started rubbing in small circles. “What I am trying to say is that, you know that I kinda have a bond and attachment with small children right? Today, we went to our mate’s house and looking at the two bundles of joy and sunshine moved my heart and made me wonder what it feels to be a parent and it's exhausting but worth trying for responsibilities. Please don’t feel like I am being creepy or something, but being together with you for this amount of time has genuinely made me feel like I am at home. The way you act, react, try to speak up things which bother you and especially being yourself around me, it feels so pure and raw.

Today’s interaction of yours with the kids proved my point of view of how gentle and caring a person you are with them, when and how to react with them. This kinda made me think about how our future would be together. You, me, mongryong and our children.” 

He took a deep breath before looking at your glossy eyes. “ OMG, Did I D-

“No, you didn’t do anything wrong. Its just that I never thought that you would consider having  a family with me in the first place. Please don’t get it wrong because you as an idol have many duties and responsibilities and above all you are a son. So, maybe you know, follow this wedding pattern and stuff. I don’t know if I am making sense at the moment but this did really make me genuinely happy.”

“If it did make you genuinely happy than, get ready soon to be Mrs Byun. We have to do a lot and so do we require so much of time, effort, love, affection and most importantly energy”

[kpop-dungeon-dark]

REQUEST # 3 (Yandere Boyfriend!Baekhyun x Reader)

•TRIGGER WARNING•

Request: “Can I request noncon with watersports and bf Baekhyun who is tired of waiting for his virgin girlfriend to finally ‘be ready’ ? Sweet loving boyfriend turns out a psycho kinda vibe ^^ You can make it as hardcore as you'd like ^^ If this story doesn't inspire you you can come up with anything else I won't mind as long as it has Baekhyun and watersports pleaseee?”

Warning(s): Noncon, watersports, yandere!Baekhyun, virgin! Reader, dacryphilia, daddy!Baekhyun, objectification, slapping, choking, slight breeding kink, mirror fucking, humiliation, degradation. This piece is purely a work of fiction and does not represent Byun Baekhyun in any way nor does the writer condone these actions. Browse at your own risk, you've been warned.

Their lips were locked and limbs tangled in each other's, soft means ringing in the otherwise quiet room as low music played in the back. Breaths were heavy, skins sweaty, and hearts pounding as the male rolled them and pushed himself on top of the smaller one, grunting as he hastily pushed her shirt up before trying to feel her soft breasts.

"H- Hey, Baek… Baekkie!" Y/n pushed his hand back and pulled her shirt back down in defense.

The male furrowed his eyebrows as he hoisted himself up against the mattress on an elbow. "What?" His breaths were heavy and hot on her skin, confusion etched across his soft feafures.

"Y- You know…" Feeling bad, the girl bit her lip and looked down sheepishly, trying to lift herself on her own elbows.

"Know what?" It came out much harsher than he had intended, eyebrows furrowing as he tilted his head to the side, balls in pain.

"I am sorry, Baekkie… I- I know it's my f- fault… I am sorry…" Cupping of his cheeks she cupped it, stroking his cheekbone with the pad of her thumb. "I know I always do this, b- but- please don't be mad~" pouting her red lips apologetically she waited for him to smile and assure her it was alright.

Baekhyun heaved in a deep sigh and looked away, staying like that a few seconds before looking back down at her. "How can't I be when you always rile me up like this and then pull your infamous 'I can't Baekkie'?" Y/n whimpered at the tone of his voice and recoiled. "It's been 7 months, little lady. Just how long do you expect a man to wait, huh?"

"But I thought you said you will for as long as you need" she spoke through a pout, going to pull her legs away from around his body which were stopped by his harsh grip.

"Now now, where do you fucking think you're going, little one?" Baekhyun's eyes had an unfamiliar darkness to them, the grip he had on her thigh increasing more and more causing the girl to wince in pain.

"S- Stop it, Baekhyun! This isn't funny or nice at all! Let go! I don't wanna do this anymore!" Huffing out a laboured breath since she was trying to push his bigger body away and failing, the girl pouted, big eyes brimming with tears.

"Exactly. This isn't nice at all, angel." The male had other plans, forcing her back down on the bed and getting on top, rubbing his bulge against her clothed core. "Good girls don't rile their daddies up and then give them blue balls. You should know better" his hands easily overpowered her protective ones and carelessly pushed them away, slipping under Y/n's shirt and groping the soft and warm skin.

"Please, stop…" She helplessly whispered, looking up at him with pleading eyes and pressing her small fists against his broad shoulders to try to get him to stop as he squeezed her tits, moaning as his hips swayed against hers.

"No, you stop. I didn't wait for three years to have you only for you to deny me again and again. I've had enough" a cold shiver ran down her spine as her eyes widened. Baekhyun hadn't realised his own words because he was too busy holding her down and ripping her clothes off, muttering curses as each skin patch was exposed from underneath the materials.

Oh how long had he seen all this from a distance and longed for it. This felt surreal.

"B- But we just… m- met some months ago" her eyes were wide in horror as she realisation slowly dawned upon her.

All those photos… All those lucky guesses about the things she liked… How he always knew where she was and just happened to run into her… The way he didn't have to find his way around her apartment the first time she invited him over…

"Sure" he didn't even care anymore, too engrossed in the sight of her ravishing skin, his only goal relieving the ache in his balls.

A startled scream left the girl as he snapped her bra in half, pulling and feeling and sucking at her nipples, circling his tongue around them and biting them. "See, angel, deep down you want this too just as much. Fuck… just look at yourself… Just laying here like my good little fuck doll and not even trying to fight or call for help… you love this too just as much, hm, naughty girl?" Baekhyun sickly chuckled and playfully slapped her cheek, violently sucking on her nipple while undoing her pants.

"No… No… I don't! I really don't want this!" Breaking out of the trance of realisation, Y/n felt sick as she came to terms with just how deep in she really was. "Baekhyun, stop! Stop this instant! I don't want this! Stop it! I don't want you!" Everything had been a lie. She didn't even know the real him. It was all just a fascade to woo her.

"Shut it" the male grunted, slapping her breast before pulling down her pants and underwear, forcefully spreading her legs apart and lifting them up in the air before placing them against his shoulders, stroking her tender thighs and kissing the insides, animalistically licking and biting at the skin. "Gonna make you feel so good, baby… Gonna fill you up good. You want Daddy's babies, huh? Wanna be a swollen little mommy all good for me?"

"NO! I DON'T! STOP! STOP IT!" She screamed, breaking into hysterics as he kissed her pussy lips, spreading them apart with his tongue as the girl helplessly dangled upside down from his shoulders due to the position he was in, weakly hitting his knees which was all she could reach. "STOP! I AM DISGUSTED BY YOU! I DON'T WANT ANYTHING TO DO WITH YOU! FUCKING STOP!"

Baekhyun's facial expression hardened as his brows furrowed at her words and tone of voice, reaching for her nipple and roughly pinching it while biting one of her pussy lips at the same time. "What did you just fucking say, you pathetic slut?!" Y/n's body tried to twist over in pain, gripping the hand he was pulling at her nipple with.

"You think you get to decide anything? No. Dumb cock sleeves like you don't deserve anything! They take what is given to them like good braindead cock worshippers and be thankful for it!"

When the girl continued to yell profanities in return as well as trying to break free, the man got even more angry and spread her lips, landing a loud smack on the folds of flesh they were hiding, making Y/n's back arch as she sobbed.

"Wanna do that again?" And when she continued to yell, he slapped it again and again and again, not stopping until she couldn't take it anymore and could only just hysterically cry, pussy swelling up and changing colour to a deep red from the harsh treatment.

"That's better." Putting her legs down, Baekhyun placed them away and stood up. "I was planning to treat you well and make you feel good but since you obviously don't deserve it and are acting like a pathetic whore I will treat you like one."

The male went to unbutton his pants and Y/n saw it as a way of escaping, scrambling up on her knees to crawl to the other side of the bed only to hear him laugh like a sicko and grab her by her hair from behind, roughly dragging her back to him.

"The more you fight this, the more exciting it is for me and painful for you, little pet." Leaning down to level his lips to her ear, the male grinned against it. "But I am a good Daddy, I will treat my little fucktoy just how it pleases and deserves" with that came a powerful blow to her ass from behind as she couldn't do anything but take in such a compromising position, sobbing as he coloured it red and purple, his own hand starting to sting eventually.

"This is no way to behave for someone like you. I need to teach you some manners." Baekhyun decided before pulling her down on the ground and off the bed by her hair, forcing her to kneel in front him, face in front of his cock. "Fuck pets must be put and kept in their places or they forget to fucking behave."

Aiming his cock at her face, the male jerked her in place by her hair as she was still trying to get away, grabbing her throat instead to get her to shut up. "Not one more fucking sound" his other hand landed a stinging slap on her cheek before grabbing his beet red cock that was beyond erect. "I'll show you your fucking place, whore."

Y/n felt weak, tired from all the fighting, and with how he was squeezing the air out of her lungs and restricting her of more, she felt her veins tighten, body dangling from the grip he had on her throat as her hands weakly tapped his knees for mercy.

"I should have known. The voices were right. You are no Princess because you don't fucking deserve it. You're just a cum rag. A fucktoy for me to relieve my balls and…" A sick smile twisted on his otherwise soft features. "Bladder in." As her redenning eyes widened, veins jutting out on the sides of her forehead and body speeding up the struggle, Baekhyun pushed his hot aching tip in between her lips. "Unpleasant consequences will follow if you dare let one drop go to waste."

Y/n's mouth started to fill with his hot and salty piss as the male groaned, throwing his head back and waiting a few moments before he knew it would overflow, also taking notice of the girl's drooping eyelids and finally loosening the vice grip he had on her neck, making her gasp for air as her chest jumped forward, eyes bulging open again while her body welcomed oxygen as well as his piss down her throat, making her gag and cough as some dropped out of her nose.

"Perfect… Look at yourself" Baekhyun gasped in pleasure from the sight in front of him, taking his still leaking cock out and spraying the fluids on her face and head now, pupils dilated and thoughts hazy. "Fuck. This is what you are, you filthy little urinal." Letting go of his cock the male slapped her cheek as the other one grabbed her hair, slapping her again when she cried out in pain, shaking in fear and disgust.

"Come here…" Lifting her up on her feet he dragged her across the room and to the full length mirror he had, standing her in front of it, one hand on her neck as the other gripped her hair. "Look at this." He slapped the back of her head humiliatingly. "Look at you. Nothing but a filthy little piss urinal for me. That's all you are. You don't even deserve pronouns. Whores like you don't deserve anything. You should be referred to as it because that's what you like deep down, don't you?" Slapping the back of her head again, he degraded her and humiliatingly spanked her tits before making them jiggle, laughing at it as she sobbed.

"Don't complain now, toy. I tried to treat you well. But you just wouldn't fucking take it because you know you don't deserve it, right? Yeah. You don't deserve shit. Slapping her ass he forced her on knees, laughing as he rubbed the top of his foot against her pussy, loving the discomfort on her face as she tried to recoil.

"Awww… This little piss bowl here doesn't like that, does it?" Baekhyun spoke to her like one would to a baby, softly slapping both sides of her head in turns so it dangled side to side, his toe prodding against her virgin opening. "Look at you!" He laughed mockingly. "All bruised up and covered in piss, fucking pathetic."

"Please…" She whispered, whole body swaying left and right humiliatingly. Her tits were sore and bruised, the sight making her stomach twist.

"Tsk. Okay. Fine. I'll just fuck you as you want and deserve." Kneeling behind her he grinned at her through the mirror. "My little pet just can't take too much teasing, huh?" Y/n's eyes were bulging out of their sockets as she felt him position his tip against her entrance.

"Now watch. This is your true purpose." His voice turned cold once again. "Taking Master's cock and piss as he desires."

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[exodusmc]

Insider 07

Genre: Power au, war au, rebel au

Words: 1512

Paring: Light manipulator Baekhyun  x  Reader

Side character/s: Exo, Bts

Warning!: Hinting to death of a close one, mention of death 

a/n: Sooo....It’s been a while, like a year. I’m so sorry, I know how much it sucks to read a series when it’s not finished. I’ll try to be better now and hopefully have my motivation 

Gif is not mine 

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Jongdae was peering over your shoulder, trying to hear what you said over the phone, since Minseok told him to stay with you in a blunt way, even when the younger whined out how you were a big girl and would take care of yourself. 

It was late at night and you weren't sure Yixing would pick up, the whole day had gone at eating and seeing the base. You had seen other people, their cheeks pulled to smiles and eyes which burnt with more than just survival. The republic didn't know how big the rebellion actually was or how strong they could become with a purpose. Namjoon wanted to ask you about things, you were sure of it, but he said tomorrow and to rest. 

“Is he answering?”Jongdae had freckles, you realized that the spots weren't dirt after he got to shower, he also had a charm which everyone seemed to fall for. You and everyone else had been shown the kids room, seen them all play with him, but you couldn't stay for long, a foreign feeling which made you feel sick crawled in your stomach. Those children could have been killed or put into facilities or they could have been born by a mother who didn't have a choice.”Y/n?”

“No…”you barely managed to finish the word before the other end  sparked to life, a static fading into Yixing’s voice. 

“You called…”he was surprised, smiling from ear to ear. You stayed, you would help them in the end. 

Tired and relieved, Yixing plopped down on a chair in a random room. They had lost about four patients but most were stable now. He had worked non stop since he came, not sure what time it was.

“You asked me too..”closing his eyes, Yixing chuckled weakly. His leg hurt more than before, having been overused. 

“I did..”you glanced at Jongdae who’s eyes were on you like a hawk.”...Do you want anything else?”

“Actually I wanted to tell you about your parents..”the world around you faded, heart being the only sound again.” I met someone who knew them personally.”

“Could you leave me alone for a little while?”Jongdae gaped, scratching his nape. He wasn't supposed to leave you but at the same time you were speaking with Yixing and it seemed important. With a small nod he walked away, giving you one last look before the door closed.

“I met a girl named Seohee..”he paused for a second, waiting to hear if you were still there.”She was good friends with you parents, knew them very well, and she told me she was surprised when you were first seen by the rebels. “

You wondered what this woman must have thought when she realized you, the daughter of her friends who fought for their rights, was a killing machine, molded to fit a government ruled by hate and greed. It must have been horrible, a tortury a sadist wanted. 

“She was happy to see you alive..”those words, you didn't like them. They spread a warm feeling in your blood and a stone in your stomach. Even if your life had been growing on lies, had it been easier without the tumult.”Seohee told me your parents would be revelied you survived when they didn't.”

“But I’m the enemy..” Yixing tensed, eyes wide and energy flowing back to his system. 

He could hear something different in your voice, the heaviness of emotion, like you broke the armor which was once meant to hold you in a cage. You said something which seemed to be your own and not forced out by years of training. Yixing had seen change in both you and Baekhyun, a spirit which returned to a shell, to lead. He knew you could finish what your parents started.

“But you don't have to be anymore...You can be like them, you can get to know them and find your bloodline.”so many thoughts circled your head, screams of dead and dying but you had no clue if it was the future or the past. Everything bleed together and you weren't sure if you could picture a world where children could smile instead of cry.”Your parents fought for freedom for them and you. They were loved and they helped everyone through hard times..Seohee said you were their hope, the fuel to keep fighting even if you didn't have any powers.”

“Okay I think that’s enough..”you hadn't even heard Minseok come in or realized he took the phone, only that hands landed on your shoulders and a soft voice asked if you were fine.”..I can call tomorrow but we need to sleep and so do you doctor Zhang, goodnight.”

“Hey hey Y/n are you in there?”Jongdae spoke softly, smiling at your cloudy far away eyes. He had heard your breathing pick up its pace and got concerned so he walked in, finding you with tears in your eyes. It had sealed the deal for him, you were just like them and he would protect you like it too.

But you...you couldn't stop thinking about Yixing’s words, the letters coming out like a manter in your head. But you don't have to be anymore..

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Junmyeon walked through the corridor, eyes resting on the far end. In the near future could he only  make out that there would be no peace but a war and the world would be destroyed again. He wanted to see healing, however, you can't heal with poison still in your system. He knows it will be hard and devastating but he has to finish what was started years ago, because he can't let anyone else suffer like they do now.       

Walking up to the surface, he flows like water and turns to a stream of the past. In his hand is a pendel, silver slightly rusted due to its age, lines of a dragon almost faded. It was a long time ago, when he was the one left to carry it. Junmyeon believed it wasn't supposed to turn out like this, him being left behind, and maybe it was for him he fought so hard, the one who lost. 

Finally stopping, the water manipulator dropped to the ground by the shell to a tree. Time had fixed the earth just enough for red flowers to bloom every march, coloring the surrounding just a little. It was his safe haven, the place where he was a mere boy again, and the resting place for his best friend.

Digging up a little hole by a root, he dropped the neckles down, the younger version of him flashing in Junmyeon’s mind. He was safe here and when the future was unclear, did he want him to never be found again, have his peace. Tears fell down his face, silent and like a feathery touch, but it was okay, just like he said that time, it was all going to be okay.             

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Baekhyun chewed the inside of his cheek, pain flaring up his right leg. Chanyeol was rougher this time, his eyes going in and out of focus. Anger, Baekhyun guessed, because of the fact that you weren't just a monster anymore. You saved a random person and his family, you saved Yixing and Baekhyun, Chanyeol couldn't let himself  see you as something with feelings. If you had feelings and a life, so would every other soldier and that makes Chanyeol sick to his stomach, because then there was someone waiting for them to come home and he himself would have made that an impossibility. 

With a low growl of frustration was he sending a fireball across the room, right at Baekhyun. It almost hit him, creeping up the walls instead until Sehun managed to kill it by taking away the oxygen.  

“What the hell Chanyeol!” Sehun turned around swiftly, nostrils flared as he panted due to the energy his power took. The three of them were just staring at each other, tension building with everyone's element.”You could have killed him..”

A red eye and a brown eye landed on Baekhyun, confusion filling them both to the brim. The older of them knew what was happening, because he felt it too once. Chanyeol was losing control and the sense of comfort in his power. He could have hurt someone badly, something he wants to avoid, but when the brain gets foggy, it’s hard to think clearly. 

“I’m fine...but maybe we should stop for today?”with a stiff nod was the tall man making his way out, gaze locked before him and yet not in the room. Chanyeol disappeared fast, leaving the other two staring after him.

“Will he be okay?” Sehun whose face never showed pain and fear shone brightly with the feelings, orbs flickering around. He was still young...they all were still young.

“Hmm, I sure he will…”Baekhyun remembered seeing you in the tunnel before you went away, he remembered the man telling them you saved him.”..but maybe he had to bury the axe with Y/n..”

Tags: @shesdreaminginoverdose

[dazz-linglight]

Can you please write something about Baekhyun enlistment and reader is really broken about it like it’s their last night before he leaves and she’s trying to remain strong for him and he promise to marry her and start a family as soon as he returns? Please I’ve been depressed all day long and I don’t even know how to feel 😞

(I can relate, he's my supreme ultimate bias in the whole kpop and I'm definitely not ready to send him to the service, but soon we send him, soon he can come back. Let's stay strong and wait for him to go healthy and return healthy.)

"How do I look?" Baekhyun asked taking off his bucket hat in front of the mirror to see his freshly bald cut hair as you watched and gave him a weak smile trying not to show the sadness in knowing he would have to leave in a few hours.

"You look like an old man."

"Then when it grows back I'll let you pluck the white strands." He turns around to close the distance between you placing his large hands on your hips and you look down to avoid the tears with a little pout.

"Promise?"

"I pinky promise." You look at the hand he held up in front of you with his pinky in your direction and latch your own finger on his.

"Princess, look at me." He brings the other hand to your chin to make you look at him directly, finally seeing your watery eyes.

"I won't be away forever, remember? After the week of training ends and I start the service I can come home every night after the shift is over. I'll come home to you, always."

"Be careful, okay?"

"I will, but you need to promise me something."

"What is it?" He let go of you to open the drawer beside the bed, reaching for a red velvet box and came back to you, passing the box to your hands.

"Promise me you will keep this with you and.." He opens the little box to show a beautiful diamond ring. "Be my wife after my service is over." Your gawk at his words and the ring, nodding after the initial shock is over.

"I promise."

"After the 21 months are over we can get married and start our own family together, my love."

"I hope the time flies until then." He puts the ring gently on your finger and leaves a kiss on top of it, your tears now running freely with both happiness and longing for him, planting a kiss on your lips.

"I'll be counting the days to see you walking down the aisle."

[kpop-dungeon]

REQUEST (Baekhyun x You)

Request: “wanna request baekhyun with puppy play, being on all fours for owner!baekhyun and begging for him to piss in your mouth like a piss mutt :((”

Warning(s): Puppy play, Owner!Baekhyun, piss play, humiliation, choking. My content isn’t for everyone so read at your own risk please.

Baekhyun released a sigh as he got distracted from work again when the clinking sound of the collar and leash sounded in the room, the tiny body adorning it patting inside the room while huffing and puffing. Suppressing the smirk that was threatening to spread on his features, the man pretended to not notice the sulky pup, continuing his work.

“Ugh…” The girl needily growled under her breath, sneakily glaring up at her owner as she pouted even harder, shaking her small body on purpose to make more sound, gulping at how her little tail plug felt inside her ass, Y/n desperate for her attention. “Mmmmm…” Barking a little right afterwards, she slowly crawled to Baekhyun’s legs when he still refused to look down at her.

Letting out a little whine, the pup nuzzled her face in the side of his leg, rubbing her soft cheek against his knee, the light hair there scrubbing against the skin as she wagged her adorable little tail, hopefully looking at the male.

A sigh left the puppy’s owner. She was too cute to say no to or ignore. But he also really, really needed to get this draft done. “I told you last night that today would be a busy day for me, pup…” Baekhyun’s slender fingers reached out and dug in her soft mop of curly locks, his eyes still trained on the screen as he distractedly typed away with his other hand, scratching her scalp softly.

Y/n lowly barked as she melted right away, whimpering from the pleasant feeling. “M- Mashtew always bushy…” Crawling even closer and in between his legs now, the girl rubbed the tip of her nose against his clothed member, causing the man to gulp.

"Pup…" He silently warned, tightening his grip on her hair just a bit.

Another whimper left the pup. "M- Mashter dun wanna pwee?" The piss mutt licked his sweatpants, blinking up at him cutely.

Baekhyun quietly released a harsh breath, slowly pulling her face away from his crotch by the hair he was holding. "No, pup."

The girl whined, loving the pain in her scalp as a shiver went down to her privates, crotch lowering and sneakily grazing against the man's foot. "B- But Masssterrrrrrr~" her cute pink lips formed into a soft pout.

Baekhyun's heart ached, almost. "What is this behavior, my little pup? Since when do puppies talk?" The foot she was rubbing against softly kicked her up the pussy, causing a moan out of her. "Mutts like you only bark. And I already told you last night that today would be a busy day for me. What's this acting out for?"

A low whine left the girl as she timidly swayed her hips side to side, loving how it felt when she 'wagged' her tail. "B- But puppy ish sh- sho needy, Mashtewwww!" Tipping her head back, the girl kissed the hand he was holding her hair with. "P- Please I am sho thirshtyyyyy~!"

The man snorted as he looked back up on the screen, letting go of her hair and resuming his work. "Tsk. Such an eager piss mutt I have here…" When Y/n's face fell on how he was back to work and she barked for attention, the man grabbed one of her puppy toys off his table, shoving the bone shaped object in her mouth. "Be a good little pup until I am done, yes? And if you are good enough, Master will give you all you need tonight, okay baby?"

The pupper had no choice but to obey her Master, whimpering and crawling in between his legs before resting her cheek against his hard and toned thigh, sucking on her toy like the puppy she was.

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Y/n hurriedly finished her dinner that was in the bowl on the ground besides her Master's chair, impatient for what was coming. She had been good and had behaved for her Master. It was time to play now, finally! A grin made its way on her face as she peaked up at Baekhyun who was also towards the end of his meal, but not yet finished because he wasn't in a rush like his horny little whore pup.

Or, he was just really good at hiding it.

When the man was finally done, he smirked to himself, very satisfied and aware of the girl's needy gaze. Picking his plate and her bowl up, Baekhyun went to the kitchen to clean them, Y/n's much smaller body following him obediently, the noise of her cute little collar and leash's clinks echoing throughout the whole house.

"Now, now." The man sounded once he was done, wiping his hands on the kitchen towel before fake yawning. "Now that that's out of the way, let us head to bed because I am dead tired~" the loud whine that left the now pouty pup caused his little act to fail almost as Baekhyun desperately tried to stop himself from chuckling.

"Mashtew! Nut faiw at all!" The small creature cutely barked and growled, giving him the stink eye.

"What's not fair, my precious little mutt?" He loved to tease her. She was just so responsive. Grabbing her leash, Baekhyun started to walk out of the kitchen and towards the staircase that led up to their bedroom only to stop when the tiny body behind him refused to move another step. "You coming or…?" Raising an eyebrow, he tugged at the leash roughly.

Y/n had to beg. She looked the prettiest when she did that.

"Mashtewww!" The girl adorably whined and crawled in between his legs, rubbing her cute little soft puppy ears against one of his knees, looking up at him with her deep eyes. "Y- You pwomished to pway if puppy be goot!"

He couldn't help but bite his lip as he stared down at her. Fuck. Baekhyun was already getting hard.

"Oh, really? Did I now?" He appeared to be deep in thought as if he were actually recalling the events of earlier today. "Hmmm…" Tapping the pad of his index finger against his perfect chin, the man thought aloud.

"Y- Yeah, Mashtew! Y- You dit! Pup nut bad! Pup ish nut tewwing lieeee!" Another whimper escaped her.

The man couldn't help but chuckle now. "You're reeeeeaaaally needy, aren't you?" The pupper blushed, feeling her ears turn hot and red as she slowly nodded with her head low. "Use your little words now, my adorable little pup" he gave a strong tug to her leash, reminding her of his ownership over her.

"Y- Yesh, Mashter! Sh- Sho needy!"

"Hmmm" walking to the staircase, the man sat on one of the steps and gently pulled the girl closer. "Why don't you beg for it, then? Y'know Master's rewards don't come for free, pupper."

"M- Mashtew p- pleeeeeeeashe!" She felt a pang in her pussy. Fuck. His voice was so deep when he spoke in this tone. He was so dominant. Y/n needed to suck his cock. "Pleashe! I am sho needy! Pleashe!" The girl whined.

"Hm?" He raised an eyebrow, getting hard from the sight. She looked so pretty on all fours in front of him, pouty lips parted and face red. Fuck. "Please what, baby? What is it that you need from me, huh?"

"P- Puppy needsh Mashtew's peeeeeeee! She'sh sho thirshtyyyyyyy~!" Her bottom started to lower towards the ground in need. "P- Pleashe, shir! Youw puppy hash been sh- sho goot all day!" Baekhyun bit his lip as he started to palm his cock over the clothes he wore. "P- Pleashe gimme youw pee a- ant ushe me!" Her voice broke towards the end.

She was on the verge of tears.

"Aww, my poor little pup." The man cooed and finally pulled her all the way in between his legs, scratching behind her ear and kissing her nose, his heart fluttering from her jutted out bottom lip and almost teary eyes. "You have been good for Master today but really needy at the same time, huh?"

She could only nod, biting her lip when he started to uncloth his huge fat cock, slowly jerking it. "Y- Yesh, shiw…"

"Then open wide for me, my little piss mutt" his usually bright eyes were dark now, gaze intense. The female happily obliged, opening her mouth wide as she raised her front and lowered her bottom, trying to rub it against the floor for some relief. "Gooooood girl." Baekhyun lulled, letting out a small sigh as he tipped his head back and let out the hot stream of full pressure piss that he had been saving up all day for his pupper.

"Mmmmm…" Y/n moaned at how hot the liquid was, loving the taste and how it hit the back of her throat as it trickled down her throat, moving even closer to her Master to avoid even a drop going to waste.

"Tsk… look at this whore…" The bottom of his abdomen started to feel lighter as he chuckled at the little piss puppy slut underneath him, pupils dilated. "So eager to be my little urinal of a pathetic mutt." His piss had lost some of its pressure but it was still filling her mouth full, a few drops spilling out whenever she'd go to swallow it, the yellow liquid trickling down her chin and between her tits, dripping from the girl's nipples.

"Look at this dirty little fuckin' urinal rubbing that pathetic little cunt on the floor, tsk." Baekhyun softly kicked her ass from the side, moving away from her mouth on purpose to 'wash' her face with what he had left, feeling relieved now but still feeling a little pain in his bladder.

"T- Thank you sh- sho much, shir…" Y/n closed her eyes as she felt pretty with Master's delicious piss coating her features, throat and chest, tipping her head back a little bit. "Sh- Sho goooooot~!"

Baekhyun couldn't hold back anymore and so he didn't, reaching out for a clump of her hair harshly before closing the rest of the distance between his cock and her mouth, instantly moaning from the feeling of her soft lips wrapping around his sensitive member. "Fuck! Take it in!" He pushed the rest of his length in her mouth, still leaking a little as he raised his bottom and thrusted right in her face.

Y/n choked and felt her eyes getting moist from the suddenness of it, feeling him lower her head towards his cock for easy access. Raising one of her soft little paws the girl rubbed the base of his balls with it, feeling him moan before his grip on her hair tightened, slamming the girl's face up and down his shaft while trying to enter her tight little throat, groaning from the feeling of her gag reflex back firing every time.

"Fuck… move back. I need that tight little dirty pussy, now." Pulling his cock out of her stretched mouth, Baekhyun pushed her down on the floor right there on the few drops of his piss, aligning his cock against her dripping pussy before he placed her arms above her head, loving down her little paws weakly moved under his strength.

"Fuck, puppy. You're always so fucking tight and wet for Master!" Kissing her deeply before biting down on her lip, the man pushed his fat juicy cock all the way up her vagina, causing Y/n to wince before moaning loudly, her mouth forming in an 'O' as her eyes moved upwards, body trembling from the pleasure.

"I. Would. Go. Gentle. But. You. Are. Just. So. Fucking. Beautiful. And. Fuckable. Like. This." He gave her a monstrous thrust with each word, slipping up her aching walls easily and hitting her sensitive bundle of nerves in an instant, groaning from the pleasure before he smacked her jiggly tit before biting down on the other one, making her moan loudly only to give a harsh tug to her hair.

"Do pathetic little puppies moan like humans?! No! They fucking bark!" Baekhyun was hardcore in his Dom space, face dark as he rammed his cock harder and harder up her clenching pussy, trying to force his balls in her tight ring of mucles. "Bark for me! My pathetic little fuck pup!" Y/n's face turned even hotter from the humiliating words, her limbs strengthlessly moving up and down along her whole body with each hard thrust.

The girl's eyes fluttered shut when the male started kissing along her jaw, not caring that her front was covered in his piss. "W- W- Woof! Woof!" She weakly let out, her throat dry despite just consuming all that liquid, biting hard on her bottom lip from how good her pussy felt, feeling Master's balls finally push their way up her opening, clenching her paws as she felt her body slide back and forth on the floor, Baekhyun's sharp teeth nibbling on the sensitive skin of her neck, leaving love bites all over her skin.

"Good. Fuck. Pup." The man gritted out, pinching her nipples and twitching against her g-spot, his free hand slowly wrapping around her throat before he went to kiss her, feeling himself on the verge of his orgasm, her declining breaths just pushing him towards the edge even more. "You're clenching so tight around me, my little piss mutt. Do you want to cum, hm?" Letting go of her throat, the man grinned down at her as she gasped for air, only fucking her faster and harder, opening up her vagina or trying to, the veins of his cock grazing against her walls.

"Woof! Woof!" The puppy desperately nodded, crying out because she just couldn't fucking take it anymore. It only got worse when Master started filling her pussy full of his hot seed. "WOOF! P- PLEASHE! WOOF!" Tears trickled down the sides of her eyes and into her hair.

The man chuckled. “Look at this little barking bitch, so fucking pathetic for me!” His taunt made her cry out louder, both of them panting hard and sweating.

“W- WOOF! WOOF!”

"Cum, my pretty little pup. Cum for me!" Baekhyun ordered, rubbing at her clit now while fucking his orgasm up her sensitive bundle of nerves, making the girl let out a shrilly scream from the overwhelming pleasure, her back arching as her eyes rolled to the back of her head.

"WOOF! WOOF! WOOOOF!" She barked the loudest she could, pussy burning in pleasure as she trembled under her Master, cumming instantly and clenching even tighter around him before the dual stimulation of her g-spot along the clitorious made her feel like she was going to wet herself, her eyes widening in alarm but before she could get past weakly barking, a mostly transparent liquid ejected out of her uretheral opening, dirtying them both.

"... W- Woof… Woof…" Y/n panted softly as she apologetically sounded, pouted a little, not liking how she dirtied her Master.

"Aw… That's a first…" Baekhyun only grinned back before kissing her deeper.

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