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werejusttouchingeachother · 4 years

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DUBAI 2019 [August 28th, 5:00AM]

Chapter 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10 | 11 | 12 | 13 | 14 | 15 | 16 T/W: cursing Words: 2446 A/N: its... the final chapter. i hope it isn’t too disappointing and i can’t believe i just finished my first series (altho short) on here. this is a big moment and i’d wait longer to upload it but it seems right to do it on KyoongDay. for anyone and everyone who’s been with me through the whole ride, @realllllrica @jongins-laceglove, @mongryong-the-corgi for hitting me up constantly with feedback, @hkynm for the constant support and discussions about baek and writing, @exosnet @bbh-net for all the support, silent supporters like @baekyoonbi @tiredgirltingz @lolii-moon (YES I SEE AND LOVE ALL OF YOU) and even the anons who reached out and everyone else, i love all of you and thank y’all so so much, may all your lives be filled with the same warmth and happiness that Baekhyunee emits ☀️💕

Dubai International Airport

His hands are nervously drumming against the handle of his luggage as he looks around while you quickly respond to Seoyeon’s text. You push your phone back into your pocket, swallowing slightly as you catch Baekhyun’s gaze from where he stands next to the car while Manager unloads all the bags from the trunk.

It had only been two nights ago when you’d taken Baekhyun to Trance and shown him all of Dubai. Earlier that day, you’d almost broke down as he left your office and thought that you were having a rerun of what happened at New York.

And yet, you didn’t. It felt like ages ago and it killed you now because as you gazed at him, you wished you could redo it all again just to relive every moment with him, the good and even the bad if only it meant to be in his arms again.

No matter how many times you’d been through this, it killed you every time you had to watch him leave.

You sighed as Baekhyun gave you a smile that didn’t quite meet his eyes. Jongin elbowed your side and you turned to the tall man, giving him a small smile as he cocks his head in the direction of Baekhyun.

“Go hug him before he starts crying,” Jongin teases and Baekhyun glares at him, already opening his mouth to curse at him. You grab his hand before he can and drag him around the Prado car, taking him to the front that’s facing the wall for some privacy as you look at him.

“Hey,” you say, cupping his cheeks with your hands. “Don’t stress so much. It’s okay. I’ll fly down sooner than you think, okay? You’ll be busy with SuperM and all the shows at America for a while anyway so forward your schedules to me and we’ll figure something out. Okay?”

He nods, sighing softly in between your hands as his gaze drops to the floor. You squeeze his cheeks slightly and his gaze darts back up as you mumble, “Eat properly, okay? I’ve told Jongin to tell me if you skip meals so you better not do it.”

“You too,” he rolls his eyes, pulling away from your hands and gripping them in his own instead. “You better not lose weight either.”

“You know I won’t. Seoyeon doesn’t let me.”

At this, he pouts. “Maybe you should come with me to monitor my eating and I won’t skip then.”

“Baekhyun.”

“Seoyeon can come too! To monitor you! We can form our own support triangle!”

“Shut up,” you laugh, shaking your head at him. He sighs as you encircle your arms around his slender waist, hugging him tightly to you.

“Soon,” you mumble softly. “I promise.”

Baekhyun holds you to him, asking, “Where’s your car?”

“The parking lot below this.”

“You can’t come see me off inside the airport, right?”

“No, the fans have been waiting for hours.” You look up then, tilting your head back to gaze at him. “Also, Dubai airport security is pretty strict so I can’t get very far inside without a ticket.”

Baekhyun sighs again before pulling back. You stare at each other in silence, eyes stinging slightly as you force yourself to not cry because you know if you did, it’d just hurt him and get him upset too which would then make you feel worse.

He doesn’t say anything as he leans forward, cupping your face and kissing you. You stumble back slightly as he leans his entire weight onto you, your back pressed up against the side of the care as his lips press into yours deeply in a way that you were certain he was savouring and cherishing each nanosecond, memorising it until the next time that your lips could meet again.

You hear someone clear their throat and Baekhyun pulls away reluctantly. He immediately crushes you to his chest again, hugging your head until you’re suffocating and you’re almost thankful that you can’t see him because you weren’t sure how much longer you could keep a grip over your emotions.

Baekhyun loosens his grip around you and you smile as you feel him gently kiss the top of your head before finally letting go. You smile up at him and he gives you one quick kiss before turning around.

You take in a shaky breath and step away from the car as Baekhyun quickly strides to Hyungnim, grabbing the passport and ticket from his hand as he headed for the glass doors at the right corner of the parking lot, leading to the airport. Jongin and Hyungnim turns to give you one last friendly wave and you nod at them with a smile as they follow him inside.

It was an unspoken agreement that both you and Baekhyun abided by—no matter how much it hurt, it always hurt a lot worse if you turned for one last glance so you both always left without looking back.

Your phone suddenly rings with the familiar notification bell saved for Baekhyun and you furrow your eyebrows, grabbing it from your pocket to check the message.

[4:13AM] So you may wanna check the backseat of your car for some pictures from a secret folder that I may have left for you to miss me.

You furrow your eyebrows in confusion as you read the message. Secret folder, what—

Your eyes widen as it strikes you what exactly he’s talking about and you quickly run to the right, leading to the stairs downstairs to where your car was parked.

You’re slightly panting as you unlock the car door, and dive into the backseat, closing the door behind you.

“Oh my god,” you breathe out when you notice a familiar beige box placed on the floor of the car, grabbing it and placing it on the seat.

You grin like an idiot as you open the Louboutin box, fingers finding a hard white paper and turning it to read his familiar handwriting:

Ha, fooled ya! ^^ I know you haven’t worn out the ones I gave you last time (I know everything, okay?) but I really put a lot of thought into this so I hope you use them well. Also, check the glove compartment for the secret folder photos kekekekeke

You mutter curses under your breath as you bite down on your lip to stop yourself from splitting your face open with your grin as you pull away the paper wrappings and gasp aloud when the shoes are finally revealed.

The first thing you notice is that they’re customised—a sleek red body covered with what appeared to be black lacing.

You peer closer and your eyes widen as you feel your heart stutter slightly.

The intricate designs adorning the lace were the exact same that you’d drawn by your own hand decades ago; your first design as a child: the half-circle sun you’d drawn in between two upside-down v’s that were mountains.

A design that was familiar and known to every kid whether artistic or not, it was the one you’d been most proud of as you incorporated it into your very first designs that you’d launched at Paris—both for children and adults, by developing the base circle and triangle into a more elaborate geometric pattern with bold and monochrome colours in a way that it struck as familiar and funky to everyone alike.

A detail you’d gushed about in passing, long ago to Baekhyun—not having expected for him to remember it.

You gaze at the red-soled heels in awe, exhaling softly in disbelief as you wonder how he even thought of doing this. The geometric designs added a beauty to the Louboutins that you didn’t even dream of, heightening its beauty with the complementing red-sole.

You glance at the note again, eyes falling on the last words and reminding you of the glove compartment.

Feeling too impatient to step out, you just throw your leg over the steering and climb to the front seat, grunting as you feel the gearshift hit your side in your hurry. You sit down with a heavy breath, mentally preparing yourself for the photographs of yourself that your insane boyfriend had, for some reason, thought would be hilarious to print them out for you.

“Byun Baekhyun, I swear to God,” you mutter under your breath, opening the glove compartment slowly. “If it’s the blowjob pictures, I’m gonna—”

You stop as you notice the familiar black album cover of City Lights that you were certain you’d last seen in your apartment, next to your sound system with the marker that Baekhyun had carelessly left without placing it back in the shelf.

Frowning in confusion, you take the photobook carefully, recognising it as the one without the photocards. You pull it to your lap, feeling the hard circular disk and opening the last page where it was, except now the shiny silver surface had been signed with the marker:

To my love, my soul and my heart My moon, Y/N

You smile as you read the words, fingers flipping through the photobook and suddenly, a paper falls out onto your lap.

Placing the photobook back in the compartment, you unfold the paper and start reading the letter:

I hope you’re happy cause I didn’t sign anywhere except on the disk, okay? I just wanted to write this because I know I don’t have enough time to tell you and there’s so much I want to say. I’m sure you remember this but the first time I left you in 2017, at Paris—I ran back to the airport’s parking lot and found you in your car just like how you probably are reading this right now, to confess to you for the first time. I knew it was too quick and I knew it might scare you but I wanted to say it anyway. We’ve always rushed, Y/N. I rushed to judge you at Paris, you rushed into a grudge because of my ignorant words. We both rushed at that power room and then we waited what seemed like forever to finally admit the truth to each other. We waited forever to kiss and god, we waited fucking centuries to have each other. I didn’t care when I finally told you I love you because I knew I didn’t want to wait anymore. Because I meant it. I meant it then and I mean it every day—on the many days that I drowsily say it at the end of a call, on the fewer days when we’re both so busy that we forget to remind it to each other, and on the even lesser days that I mumble it into your hair when I hold you close in my arms. I know you hate it when I apologise for the way things are because you say they’re already perfect as is, and I know that if I doubt it, I can always look at you and be reassured of the same. You see me as your beacon of hope, the sunlight in your darkness but you have no idea what you do to me, Y/N. You’re the strongest person I know. The first time I saw you at Paris, you’d been yelling at poor Jun Ki about the broken lights and I remember thinking that you were like some kind of ice queen in her own lair. And then as I pissed you off throughout the show, turned you on at the power room, watched you fall in love with me over tteokbokkis at Paris (okay, it was me who fell in love), I realised how much of a front you’ve put up all your life. And now, I realise how much you’ve grown ever since that first time I met you. Now I’m not crediting myself for it (maybe a little bit) but I like to think that I had something to do with warming all that ice down, melting it away with my light.

You call me your sunshine but you’re my moon, Y/N. Being blinded by these lights all the time, you’d think it’d be easier to see but there’s so many times when I feel lost and helpless, where I have to shine blindly in the direction of the cameras and just blindly smile, pretending that I’m okay. But then you’re there to hold me, you’re there to guide me with your light through the dark. You’re there to tell me that I am okay and I can finally believe it because I know you’re there, holding my hand in my dark that’s blinded by light. You think I shine down on your darkness but you guide me away from mine. There aren’t enough words in any language to ever express how much I love you for the comfort that you are, for the home that you’ve become. And even if there are, I don’t know half as many languages as you so this is the best I can do, okay?

I know you’re a lot better than you were when we first met but I still want you to take better care of yourself, Y/N. I trust Seoyeon to make sure that you aren’t skipping meals and I’ve told her about your little couch situation, so you better start sleeping on that bed, baby. You may not be a model on the runway but it’ll hurt your back and neck and you’re almost always on your feet during your shows so please sleep better. Listen to Jongdae in your room, if that helps (or I’ll make covers of his entire album and send it so you can listen to me instead. Yeah, I’ll do that. Delete his album, don’t listen to him in your room, he has his girlfriend for that). Also as much as I enjoyed your little Arabic tradition, please don’t do it too much. I looked it up and it DOES have tobacco and it IS harmful so you better find another activity to do when you’re stressed about work. Again, I’ve mentioned this to Seoyeon and I think she’s banned you from shisha so yeah, don’t be mad but I love you hehe ^^

My ice queen who became my moon, I love you and miss you already. Fly back to me as soon as you can. Always wanting to stroll more streets with you in yet another exotic city. Always wanting to listen to you throw shade on more tourist guides. Always waiting to be in your arms again.

Your favourite man in the world, Always your sunshine, Baekhyunnieee 'ㅅ'

[the end.]

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werejusttouchingeachother · 4 years

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PARIS 2017 [September 27th, 2:00PM]

Chapter 2 T/W: none Words:1366

You smiled every time that you recalled it now, the moments of boiling rage back then were now cherished fond memories. The two of you had been first introduced by his manager, an exchange of formal greetings and polite smiles. Although you had initially been confused about the reason as to why an idol was being introduced to you, the manager had discreetly told you about how the gorgeous man with the wide puppy eyes filled with wonder was planning to be the co-creator of his own fashion line.

Baekhyun had sat silently next to you throughout the runway show, eyes keenly scanning all the models from head to toe as they strutted past him. He’d asked a few questions here and there to which you’d courteously replied and cleared his doubts. The conversations hadn’t been unbearably awkward but nevertheless, they were brief and polite.

All had been well until you’d walked up to him at the after-party and caught him talking to his close friend, Chanyeol who had accompanied him to the show.

“They’re tasteless,” he had muttered, sipping on his bubbly champagne. “I don’t know what she was thinking.”

“Why didn’t you ask then?” You’d demanded sharply, watching as Baekhyun’s shoulders immediately tensed at your voice, glass raised halfway to his mouth. Chanyeol choked on his own drink as his eyes finally noticed you standing right behind the shorter member.

Baekhyun turned slowly towards you and Chanyeol watched the two of you face each other, quickly finishing his drink and stuttering an excuse as he practically ran away. If you didn’t know better, you’d have thought that he just rapped.

“I didn’t mean to offend you,” Baekhyun said in place of an apology, eyes meeting yours with a resignation that said he’d accepted that he’d been caught and wasn’t going to lie about it.

However, you weren’t ready to let it go so easily.

“Too late,” you’d replied, eyes narrowed as you shrugged, masking your fury with an overly-polite tone and an air of nonchalance. “You offended me anyway. If they looked that ridiculous to you, why did you pretend to love them at the show? Or was that just for the cameras?”

He raised an eyebrow questioningly. “I never pretended to love them.”

“So you do hate them then.”

Baekhyun’s eyes were wide with incredulity now as he shook his head in disbelief. “You’re twisting my words, Ms. Y/N. I do not hate them, I just think we have different tastes in fashion. I like streetwear and comfort more and your work is more… out there.”

“It’s Paris Fashion Week,” you gritted out in annoyance, a mental clock ticking in your head to remind you to stay calm. “I can’t bring streetwear and sweatpants to the biggest fashion week of the year. All these clothes have been designed for months, some even years. Specifically for this week, for this walkway.”

“Y/N!” You heard a voice call your name and didn’t turn as you shook your head at Baekhyun, continuing, “I’m not angry that you hated it. I’m angry that you sat beside me for hours at my show and asked me about my designs as if you were genuinely interested in them. I replied to you because I thought you were genuinely interested in them. You shouldn’t have tried so hard and put on such an act if you felt the complete opposite, Mr. Byun.”

You don’t wait for a response as you turn and leave his presence, aware that you shouldn’t cause any kind of scene whatsoever at the after-party but you couldn’t find it in yourself to be bothered, the frustration at the idol eating at you.

You assure that there are no more circumstances at the party where you have to run into each other for the rest of the night, including his manager who gazes at the two of you in confusion when he notices that both of you are at extreme corners from each other all the time. You know that there are chances of the story being twisted into oh-the-hotshot-arrogant-designer-threw-a-childish-tantrum-because-the-adored-idol-called-that-scarf-last-season but you choose to ignore it.

You were furious. And that fury was enough to discourage you from offering any kind of help to Byun Baekhyun.

[September 28th, 9:00AM]

“May I sit here?”

You rolled your eyes as soon as you heard his voice and respond without looking up from your coffee. “I don’t know what you’re thinking but are you sure? Word on the street is that I’m pretty tasteless.”

You hear Baekhyun lowly chuckle as he sits down across from you. “Wow, you really know how to hold a grudge."

Your tone is bitter as you mutter, “As long as you can hold a note.”

He raises his eyebrow in surprise at your words. “You’ve listened to my music?”

“Don’t flatter yourself. I listen to the band. Why should the rest suffer because one is two-faced?”

Baekhyun looks like he is about to retort but stops himself. “All right. I’ll sincerely apologise. Let me buy you breakfast.” He glances at the coffee in front of you, frowning when he doesn’t notice a plate.

You wryly state, “It’s complementary.”

“… Right. I can’t do lunch, so dinner?”

“I can’t do either.” You roll your eyes at his attempts in exasperation. “You can’t buy my forgiveness with a meal, Baekhyun.”

“What can I do then?” He gives you a cheeky grin. “Concert tickets? Backstage passes? Signed albums?”

“Are you implying that I can’t afford any of these cause that’s what it sounds like to me and for someone who is trying to apologise, you’re really barking up the wrong tree here. Have you never apologised—?”

“All right, fine.” Baekhyun lowers his fork to the table and looks right at you. “I’ll be honest with you. I didn’t understand anything from the show yesterday. For a fall/winter line, all the outfits were bizarrely coloured and styled. I didn’t like the patterns, I thought they were too floral for a season that’s comparatively dull. My focus for my designs lie in casual clothes and streetwear, and yes, I realise they are extremely different from your kind of stuff and maybe they can’t even be compared but honestly, I’m just confused as to why Hyungnim asked me to learn from you when both our tastes are so... contradictory.”

You leaned back against your chair, arms crossed as you watch him silently. When he raises an eyebrow at your lack of response, you stick the tip of your tongue in the inside of your cheek and take a deep breath in an effort to calm your nerves.

“You haven’t got the slightest clue who I am, do you?” You finally ask, watching as the confusion falls on his face.

You lean forward then and grab his phone from where he’d placed it beside his plate.

“Paris Fashion Week,” you start, holding the screen to his face to unlock it as he blinked in confusion at your antics.

“Like I said yesterday,” you continued, retrieving the phone and pulling up the browser. “It’s not one of the greatest fashion events of all year but it is THE event. Regardless of our own styles and branding, all designers like myself are challenged to take the theme of the year and elevate it to a higher level. What you saw yesterday were my designs for Fashion Week specifically, the most of which you’ll later see on a model or celebrity for some magazine shoot or another fashion event. No one purchases Fashion Week designs to wear on a casual basis, Baekhyun. Now this,” you slide the phone across the table, screen lit up with the familiar colours of the homepage of your store’s website. “This is me.”

You stand up then as he scrolls through the page, scanning the various styles and categories—men, women, formal, leather, outerwear, minimalist and his finger freezes as it finds his favourite: casual.

“I have a show tonight and I’m already behind on my schedule because of this conversation,” you say, although you aren’t sure if he’s even listening to you anymore. Nevertheless, you mutter, “Good luck with your line, Baekhyun. Hope you find someone who’s tasteful.”

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werejusttouchingeachother · 4 years

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MILAN 2017 [October 23rd, 5:26PM]

Chapter 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 T/W: smutty smut - degrading kink (slut), cursing, fingering, blowjob, penetration Words: 6425

Almost an entire week passes with Manager standing as a literal physical obstacle between you and Baekhyun. You never see him leave Baekhyun’s side and he cleverly moves the schedule ahead—busying Baekhyun with exploring several fashion stores all over Italy, attending many different shows and figuring out main aspects of the brand with the director of the company. By himself. Manager oh-so kindly asked you to take a break while both of them explored by themselves.

You hadn’t even seen him properly since that day at your hotel room when he cancelled his ticket. Your nightly walks were obviously cancelled and ironically, your own workload increased with the aftermath of the Fashion Week season as you were buried under million magazines and bookings for the new catalogue.

You were desperate. You needed to see him properly, needed to hear him, needed to hold him, touch him, hug him, kiss him—to kiss those plush pillowy lips that fit so perfectly against yours, those lips that hadn’t even been able to leave marks dark enough on your skin that day because of how your time together had been cut short.

Seoyeon eventually grows tired of your moping and frustration that she crosschecks his schedule and clears up yours to attend a party tonight that he was attending.

“Party?” You’d asked, frowning slightly. “Whose party?”

“It’s more like a place where people just drink and have fun.” At your glare, Seoyeon finally sighed, “He’s going to a club, okay? It’s a club. I think his manager is giving him a break after the hectic week he’s had or maybe he requested for one. Nevertheless, it’s a fancy club so I’ve already made reservations to sneak you in. I was thinking we could go with Joy.”

“Joy?”

“Yeah, she’s modelling for Bazaar here and we can trust her to keep Manager distracted,” she explains with a shrug. “You know how the models are, they tend to talk. They couldn’t shut up about Baekhyun ever since the show so Joy’s a lot better. Manager knows me enough to not trust me so we definitely need a third-party backup.”

“Have I told you how much I love you?” You asked, heart swelling with gratefulness at your best friend who always had your back.

Seoyeon rolls her eyes. “I definitely don’t hear it enough. Be careful, though, he’s still Baekhyun and you’re still you. It’s a Milan club, your face will definitely be recognisable so keep it PG, okay?”

“No promises,” You grin at her scowl as you stand and hurry to her, excitedly grabbing her arm. “Help me pick an outfit for tonight.”

When Seoyeon, Joy and you finally enter the club a couple hours later, you’re taken aback by how it feels… clubbier than you’d expected. Since Seoyeon had mentioned how posh it was, you’d anticipated wealthy people in designer who drank around tables and considered themselves too sophisticated to dance.

There were wealthy people in designer wear—but they were definitely crowding the dance floor as they moved to the music, the neon lights constantly changing and flitting across the dark room in a way that it didn’t fall on anyone’s face for too long. The music was pounding through the walls and you gaped for a minute as you entered, trying to recall the last time you’d been to a club where people actually partied.

You came up blank.

“Y/N,” You heard Seoyeon call out your name, making you turn to her. She looked at you questioningly. “What, do you want to dance now?”

You shrugged, eyes scanning the floor as you felt almost drawn to the crowds.

“All right,” Seoyeon yells in your ear. “I’ll just tell Baekhyun, who hasn’t stopped staring at you since you walked in, that you do not want to makeout with him in the toilets here.”

Your eyes widen as you follow her gaze to your left where Baekhyun was, indeed, standing at a corner booth, near the bar selling drinks with Manager who hadn’t noticed you yet.

Baekhyun’s mouth widens into the charming smile that breaks your heart as soon as your eyes fall on him and you bite your lip to suppress your own stupidly wide grin.

“Joy,” You call out, straightening slightly and fluffing your hair so as to frame your face better. “Commence Mission Distract Manager.”

“Your face is going to split open, Y/N,” Joy snorts as she begins to make her way to the duo at the corner, Seoyeon grabbing your arm and tugging you aside so that you’re out of his direct line of vision.

Unfortunately that means a puppy-like Baekhyun blinking in surprise and leaning forward on his tiptoes to search for you with wide eyes.

“You’re dating a child,” Seoyeon quips as you coo at how cute he looks while hiding behind a particularly tall man in a Bvlgari suit.

“He’s my child,” you reply with a grin and immediately stop as Seoyeon shoots you a strange look. “Wait, no, not like that.” You turn to look over Bvlgari’s shoulder and almost whine out loud again at how adorable Baekhyun looks as those plush lips form a small pout, eyes scanning the crowds for your familiar head.

“Y/N,” Seoyeon calls your name, grabbing your arm and riveting your attention towards Joy who has successfully turned Manager to face her completely, his back to Baekhyun whose eyes light up when Seoyeon pushes you in his direction.

“Go, go, go,” she chants and you glare at her as you almost trip on your feet. “I’ll keep watch but please don’t be too long.”

You nod and quickly stride over towards Baekhyun, grabbing his arm and tugging him towards the left where you’d seen the toilets when you’d entered with Seoyeon a step behind. Your prayers are answered as you see a group of extremely loud giggling women exit the door right as you reach it, entering the empty bathroom.

You close the door behind you and turn to Baekhyun whose eyes are wide as he still stares at you as if to ascertain he wasn’t hallucinating.

“Y/N,” he says your name and you feel overwhelmed with the sudden surge of emotions at the word, it felt like forever since you’d seen him so close, since you’d heard his voice, since you’d heard him say your name, since you’d smelt his perfume that was an instant comfort to you now.

“What are you doing here?” He asks in bewilderment. “How did you know—?”

Baekhyun cuts off with a soft ‘oof’ as you suddenly slam your body against his, pulling his head down for a fierce kiss. He’s too startled to kiss you back but you feel him loosen slightly, raising his hands to wrap them around your own that are clutching the front of his black sweatshirt.

The thought suddenly occurs to you that maybe you were being too forward and although you were a couple that was separated for more than a week in Europe, he was still a very chivalrous proper Korean idol.

You pull away reluctantly, opening your eyes that had closed of their own accord to see Baekhyun’s swollen lips parted and his eyes slowly fluttering open in a daze.

“I’m-I’m sorry,” you stutter, pulling away slightly as you feel blood rush to your cheeks at how taken aback he was. God, keep it in your pants, Y/N.

“I just,” you muttered lowly, eyes helplessly falling to his delectable mouth again. “I just missed you. I’m sorry—”

Baekhyun grabs your hip then, pulling you flush against him as his mouth devours yours hungrily. You involuntarily moan into the kiss, making his grip tighten around you as he moulds your body to his. He tastes like sweet champagne and smells like home, like comfort, like you want to just melt in his arms.

His one hand is on the side of your neck, holding your face to deepen the kiss. You feel the tip of his tongue trace your lower lip then and readily part your lips, allowing him to delve in. A soft moan sounds at the back of Baekhyun’s throat as he thrusts his tongue into your open mouth, your knees buckling slightly of their own accord.

He encircles his arms around your waist completely then, lifting you up and you reflexively wrap your legs around his slender hips. Baekhyun presses you up against the wall, his body against yours in a way that you didn’t know where he ended and where you began. You grabbed the back of his head, fingers sinking into his silky hair and tugging on the roots such that he groaned.

A sound that makes the air shift.

The kisses got fiercer and his hands, greedier. His mouth trailed southward from yours, sucking desperate hickeys onto the soft flesh of your neck as you arched your head back for him, closing your eyes in bliss. He grinded against your crotch and the skirt of your dress had risen as he lifted you, hiked up around your waist in a way that he could reach where you needed him much easier. His hand lowered from your waist to grip your ass and his body stilled suddenly as his fingers felt your bare flesh.

Baekhyun’s mouth detached from the top of your breast where it had wandered, wide lust-blown eyes blinking up at you. “Did you not wear—?”

“Yeah.”

“Is it… is it for me?”

“No, it’s for me,” you retorted, rolling your eyes. “Of course it’s for you, you idiot, now can you just—?”

“Fuck, Y/N, you’re driving me crazy,” he groans, burying his head in your neck. “I’m trying so hard to be courteous here and you’re just…”

He pulls away, watching you as you breathe heavily, your lips swollen and your eyes hazy as you gaze down at him. His own mouth is parted, the word that was in your head on the tip of his tongue as you wait to hear it fall from his lips.

“I’m just what?” You whisper, knowing what he was thinking but needing to hear him say it.

Baekhyun’s eyes darkened at your words, nails practically digging into your soft skin now as he presses his lips to yours, murmuring right against them, “You’re just being a slut.”

“All for you,” you moaned softly into his mouth then, kissing him heatedly. The word he’d just called you already had you squirming in his grip and Baekhyun grunted as he hoisted you higher, tugging your skirt completely over the curves of your ass and up your hips until your bare centre was against his noticeable bulge now. You groaned as he grinded against your core, the rough fabric of his jeans brushing right against your clit in a way that your nerves sparked with fire.

“Fuck,” you sighed heavily as he moved your hips against his, the stitched seam at his crotch making you shudder in his arms as your bare pussy grinded over it. You felt the tightening in your stomach begin to build at the repeated stimulations against your clit, Baekhyun’s hair tickling your neck as his mouth latched onto your breast that had escaped the confines of your dress, his lips incessantly sucking on the nipple until it was a stiff peak tugged between his teeth.

You’re about to let out a groan when you suddenly hear the familiar jiggle of a lock.

You freeze, head whipping to the side where you notice the knob of the closed door turning and you loudly curse as you grab Baekhyun’s head and try to push him off you quickly—he hadn’t heard it over the lewd sounds of his own mouth against your skin.

“Baekhyun, the door!” You manage to warn him just as the door slams open and you shriek as Manager and Seoyeon enter, the latter screeching immediately at the view as she throws her hands in front of Manager’s face to hide the sight while squeezing her eyes shut.

Baekhyun lowers you to the ground in an almost slowed daze and you attempt to quickly straighten your dress, tugging it down your ass and adjusting the neck over your breasts which you can’t even recall him pushing aside.

“Guys?” Seoyeon calls out as you pat your hair down, making you glance up to see her eyes are still closed tightly.

“Yeah, we’re… um, decent,” you call out, clearing your throat awkwardly as you lean against the wall, needing the support and to be not too close to Baekhyun.

Manager and Seoyeon look at you then, the latter mouthing ‘I tried to stop him, I’m sorry’ at you but you shake your head at her in reassurance.

You bite your lip nervously as you look at Manager who is just glaring at Baekhyun before he finally opens his mouth.

“Baekhyun,” he says firmly. “If this is all you intend with Y/N, I will not stand in your way. You can go to her room and have all the fun you want here in Europe. But once we’re done with the brand here, we head back home where you finish the deal with Privé.”

“It isn’t,” Baekhyun replies. He grabs your hand then, pulling you away from the wall and tugging you to his side. “I like her, Hyungnim. I really like her and I want to date her. I don’t want to just have fun here in Milan. I want to be her boyfriend.”

You swallow nervously, turning to look at Baekhyun as his words register in your brain. Your hand suddenly feels clammy in his and he tightens his grip on your fingers when you start to pull away, gaze firm on Manager as you realise this is really happening.

Manager sighs, running his hand over his face tiredly. He looks like he aged a couple more years in the past minute since he walked in and saw the two of you and you suddenly felt bad for him.

Baekhyun lets go of your hand then and steps forward, his voice softer as he says, “I’ll take care of it, Hyungnim. Just trust me, please. Don’t worry about it.”

He stares at Baekhyun, a silent conversation passing between their gazes. He sighs again before nodding and turns to you with a smile.

“Y/N,” He says, bowing slightly. “You’re meeting me before the rest of the members and since I couldn’t succeed in stopping either of you from liking each other, I guess I’ll be the one to welcome you to our family. Our Baekhyunie is a happy virus who never shows his pain so please take care of him well.”

You smile, bowing back formally and your heart feels lighter, as if you’d just received the boyfriend’s parents’ approval.

“I promise,” you reply, smiling warmly at him as you straighten. “Thank you, Manager-nim.”

“Take care of each other,” he nods at the two of you, his words seeming heavy although he said it with a smile. He glances at Seoyeong before muttering, “And we’ll be protecting both of you.”

He holds up his wrist then, looking at the time and says, “It’s not that late so I would suggest you both get out of here. The toilet of Milan’s most esteemed club isn’t the place to be doing… what you two were doing. If you want to go on a date, please don’t forget the hats and masks, avoid crowded tourist spots – you know the drill. Or just go to the hotel—”

“We’ll head back to the hotel,” Baekhyun cheerfully agrees, grinning cheekily as he swings your hand in his. “We’ve had enough of dates.”

You nudge him with your elbow at what he’s so overtly insinuating but Seoyeon just rolls her eyes while Manager chuckles and steps aside. “Have fun, kids.”

You don’t speak even as the two of you leave the club through a back-entrance at the kitchen—Baekhyun leaves first and you wait a couple minutes before you follow so as not to raise suspicion. You’re silent even as you step inside SM’s company car and Baekhyun enters behind you.

As soon as the door is shut, he takes your hand and is already tugging you around to face him as he says your name to grab your attention.

“Stop overthinking it,” he says soothingly as the car starts, the driver peeling out of the alleyway where he’d waited for the two of you so as to leave discreetly without the paparazzi noticing. “I know you’re overthinking.”

“I… I’m not.” The lie is weak even to your own ears but Baekhyun cups your face with his hands, turning your face to his and holding you to him as he presses a gentle reassuring kiss to your lips.

“You think too much, Y/N,” he mutters as he peppers your face with kisses. “If you don’t stop, I guess I’ll just have to clear that noisy head of yours myself.”

You hum in content, leaning back against the seat as Baekhyun lets his mouth trail down your throat, picking up where he left off. You’re sprawled across the seat, the dividing screen between the back and the front of the car closed so that the driver couldn’t see towards the back.

A soft sigh escapes your lips as you feel Baekhyun’s hand graze your thigh, his mouth finding yours again. It amazes you how every kiss with him feels just as irresistible as the last, always making you light-headed with the surge of adrenalin that rushes through you when you feel his lips against yours. Your own hand lowers down his front, reaching the hem of his sweatshirt. He groans lowly at the back of his throat when he feels your fingers lightly scrape against his lower stomach, his grip tightening around your bare thigh. Baekhyun’s knee is in between your legs then, parting them further and your back arches at the unexpected jolt over your body when you feel his skin brush against your mound.

“Oh God, your jeans are knee-ripped,” you gasp when he pulls you roughly by your hips so that you’re sitting on his naked knee, pressing it right against your pussy.

“And you are fucking dripping,” Baekhyun grunts, kissing you fiercely as your hand lowers from his sweatshirt to his crotch, smiling as he bucks into your hand when it finds his bulge. He pulls away from your neck then, dark intense eyes meeting yours as he retracts his hand from your thigh and raises it to the air conditioner vents at the ceiling of the car. You frown in confusion at him as he lowers his hand back down and reaches in between your legs. His eyes carefully watch your face as his two fingers then brush against your centre—his two incredibly cold fingers.

Baekhyun’s other hand slaps over your mouth immediately when you almost shriek as your spine arches right off the seat at the sudden extreme sensation that causes gooseflesh all over your skin, tingles spreading all over your body as your pussy instantly clenches around his digits and practically sucks them in.

“Holy fuck, Baekhyun.” His name leaves your mouth in a filthy drawled out moan that has him smirking at the way you almost fall apart beneath him as he moves his fingers inside your slick heat, the coldness heightening the pleasure as you feel your stomach tighten with arousal.

The car suddenly slows and your eyes that had involuntarily closed snap open as it completely stops, hazy eyes meeting Baekhyun’s.

“Don’t pout like that.” He laughs, dropping a quick kiss on your cheek as he removes his hand and tugs his sweatshirt down that you’d bunched up almost to his chest. You’re still shaky as you lift your rear from the seat enough for Baekhyun to help yank your skirt back down over your legs.

“Full disclosure,” he starts as he adjusts the straps on your shoulders, pulling the neck up. “I will definitely be ripping this dress off in your room cause at this point, my hands are just itching to do it.”

“By all means, go for it,” you reply as you reach for the door’s handle and step out, the cool fresh air hitting your body that was entirely too warm from all the activities in the car.

Baekhyun and you cannot reach your room quick enough—both of you almost topple through the door as you walk in, his foot kicking it close behind him as your lips clash together, messily and sloppily. His arm leaves your body to reach for the lights and you grab him, muttering, “Leave it,” but he is quick to counter with, “I want to see you, all of you.”

It’s hard to argue with that, especially as your eyes feast on his bare torso when you finally manage to get his sweatshirt off of him, throwing it across the room as the lights flicker on. Your gaze immediately falls on the faint red lines on his pale stomach that you’d apparently made in the car—you didn’t even realise that you’d been that rough but then as your hands touch his chest and lower to wrap around his waist, you realise it’s cause his skin is just that delicate.

“Baekhyun,” his name leaves your mouth in a soft sigh of content and he is immediately pushing you back on the plush bed, kissing your throat as he mutters, “I know, baby.”

Finally. Your eyes close in pleasure as you finally feel his delicious weight atop your body again, skin to skin, realising just how much you’d missed the way he felt against you as you sunk into the plush mattress, his warm naked chest almost burning you up as he sucked on your neck.

Baekhyun gives you no warning as both his hands suddenly grip the cowl neck of your dress in tight fists, the sound of fabric ripping making you flinch as he tore the material right down the middle. His hands stop as he reaches your mid-section, worried eyes on your face at the sudden shock on your features as he asks if he hurt you.

“This was Gucci,” you murmur, unable to stop yourself from feeling slightly heartbroken as you looked down at the ruined dress. “It was.”

“Y/N, seriously, I’ll buy you a million more of these,” Baekhyun rolls his eyes as he rips the rest of it till the hem at your mid-thigh, eyes alighting when he finally finds his bare prize. Hurriedly pulling the remnants of the wrecked dress from your body, he hurls it across the room. He wordlessly grabs your legs then, hands hooking around the back of your knees and you yelp as he yanks you over to the edge of the bed, resting your legs over his shoulders.

Your eyes are dilated as you blink up at Baekhyun and he almost moans at the way you look beneath him—eyes all wide and innocent, swollen lips parted as you pant heavily, chest heaving with every breath you take, a blush that had spread from your face down to your neck and your breasts, your legs parted with your glistening sex practically screaming for him.

“God, you’re so beautiful,” he breathes as he lowers himself down on your body, hands gripping your hips as he kisses your mouth, hand finding your centre again. Your thighs clench and you hiss as you feel his fingers slip inside your pussy, the slick warmth sharply contrasting with the coolness of his digits.

Your eyes roll back in your head and your back arches as you feel him reach places inside you that your own hands never could—a stark reminder of his incredibly long, slender fingers that were most definitely skilled in more than just the piano as they moved inside you. You could feel his hot breath fanning across your cheek as you focused on the delirious pleasure Baekhyun was building within you with every thrust of his fingers, going deeper each time as you grew wetter and wetter.

Beads of sweat were rippling down the side of your forehead as you arched again when you felt his knuckles against your needy clit, a loud gasp escaping your lips when he flicked it teasingly a few times.

“Open your eyes, sweetheart,” you heard his husky whisper, heart pounding in your chest at his voice sounding deeper than you’d ever heard it, a low rumble that sent shivers across your skin. “Look at me, Y/N.”

Your eyes flutter open, lips parting with shaky uneven breaths as you lock gazes with his. His own mouth is a hair’s breadth away from yours, both of your hot breaths intermingling as he draws figure-8s on the bud of nerves in rapid motions that make your hips reflexively buck up into his hand, your head growing dizzy with the stimulations of pleasure that shoots through you. He doesn’t kiss you nor do you lean forward—both your hazy eyes locked on each other’s intensely, burning with a purely carnal desire to watch you fall apart beneath him.

You let out a high-pitched moan as you felt a third finger push inside along with a fourth until he had two fingers stimulating your clit and the other two simultaneously thrusting in and out of your pussy. Your back arches as you feel him reach inside you, knuckles curling against your G-spot in a way that had your entire body convulsing, toes curling inward.

“Bae-Baekhyun, please, I’m gonna—” you panted heavily, unable to even complete your thought as your hands desperately reach out to grip something, anything. You clutch at his back, fingernails digging in deep enough to leave crescent-shaped indents as you close your eyes, incapable of keeping them open as an orgasm crashes over you, the sheer force of it making your entire body quake beneath him.

You arch off the bed and into his chest, teeth biting down on his shoulder to hold back a scream as you feel yourself cum all over Baekhyun’s hand, the walls of your pussy convulsing and clenching repeatedly around his four long digits.

You’re still shaking as you collapse back against the mattress, panting as he lazily moves his fingers in an effort to draw out your high. You whimper as you feel his finger brush against your sensitive clit, jerking up slightly and Baekhyun’s other hand moves away the hair that has matted to your sweaty forehead. He kisses your cheek and neck sweetly, murmuring praises of how well you did as he removes his fingers and you feel your walls clench around nothing, already missing the way he felt inside you.

You slowly open your eyes, swallowing as you try to catch your breath while looking at Baekhyun who smiles down at you. You want to close your legs, especially since you can still feel your wetness trickling down your pussy and probably ruining the sheets beneath you but you can’t find it in yourself to move.

“Do you know,” he murmurs softly, drawing lazy circles in the inside of your thigh absentmindedly, “that I wasn’t going to let you finish? You looked too good for me to stop so I just wanted to see you cum.”

You smile tiredly, raising your hand to his face. He immediately leans into your touch and you respond, “Well, do you know that I’m in love with your fingers and that I don’t think I’ve ever cum that hard even by myself?”

“Hold that thought, you’re gonna love something else a lot more right now,” he snorts, grabbing your hips with both hands and you finally regain feeling in your thighs. You use your arms around his back to hoist yourself up and push Baekhyun onto his back until you’re straddling him. He blinks up at you at the sudden change in position, hands falling from your hips in surprise.

But you’re frowning as you look down.

“Why the hell do you still have your jeans on?” You demand, unbuttoning and unzipping it as you utter the words, already trying to tug them down along with his boxers.

“Y/N,” He groans your name, trying to grab your arms and stop you as he realises what you’re doing. “No more teasing, I’m going crazy here. Let me just fuck you, please.”

“Patience, Baek,” you smirk as your hand finally wraps around your prize, breath slightly catching in your throat when you see him fully bare. “I’ve been curious since that night at the power room.”

Baekhyun starts to protest again but moans softly as your fingers wrap around his length, spreading the leaking precum all over it. Almost as if he forgot what he was going to say, he bucks slightly when your thumb rubs over the slit of the head, watching you as you lick your lower lip involuntarily while staring at his dick.

He wasn’t extremely long—but he was thick, pink and veiny with a head that was already glistening with arousal. You almost moaned at the salty taste that washes over your tongue as you lower your head and wrap your lips around him. Baekhyun’s hands immediately fist in your hair tightly, even before you’ve fully taken him.

You take your time, wanting to appreciate every inch of him. You slowly suck on just the spongy head, tonguing the slit in a way that made Baekhyun moan aloud. You then flatten your tongue against his length as you slowly take more of him in, easing him inside your walls gently and hear his breaths grow shorter with every inch that disappears into your mouth. He hisses curses as the head of his cock finally hits the back of your throat, making you slightly choke as you accommodate his entire length until his balls are against your chin.

“Fuck, Y/N.” The way he moans your name and the curses he utters occasionally in that melodic voice encourages you as you start bobbing your head over his length, sucking him with all you’ve got. His pink cock is shiny now with both your saliva and his cum as you bring your hand to its base. He jerks up slightly and you continue sucking, hollowing your throat and knowing that the way the warm wet walls of your mouth felt against his pulsating member was driving him crazy given by the way his hands were abusing your head—your eyes are prickling with tears although that could be because of the way your mouth is stuffed but you’re certain that if he tugs at the roots of your hair anymore, he’d be holding a chunk of it in his fist.

“Baby, no, stop,” Baekhyun groans, sitting upright and moving his hands from your hair to the sides of your head, forcibly pushing you off. You’re slightly disoriented from the intense blowjob you’d just been giving, wanting to taste more of him and he takes advantage of this to quickly push you back onto the bed, shaking off his jeans and boxers that you’d left bunched up around his ankles in your hurry to have your mouth on him.

Baekhyun lowers himself back down on you, his mouth finding yours again and you hear him moan softly as he tastes himself on you. His knees finds its way in between your thighs and he parts your legs until you can feel him right against you, his entire body comfortably pressing you down. You hold your breath as he lowers his hand in between your bodies, rubbing the head of his erection over your slit and coating it with your glistening fluids.

“Mmm.” You bite down harshly on your lower lip as you feel the pressure of the spongy head that you’d just had your mouth on now gently slide inside the dripping slit, pushing inside. You exhale loudly as you feel him slowly enter you, your slick walls being filled with his delicious length at a painstakingly slow pace.

You moan his name when he is fully buried inside you, clenching your thighs around him as you wrap your legs around his slender waist. You feel your walls almost immediately clench around his length, wrapping and clinging to his fat cock so tightly that he moans at the sensation.

Baekhyun kneels then, grabbing your torso and roughly manhandling you such that your lower back is off the mattress for him with your legs folded around him so he can pound into you erratically.

“Fuck!” You gasp, hands fisting around the sheets beneath you as he thrusts fiercely into you until you can hear the headboard banging repeatedly against the wall. The bedsprings are creaking loudly, your unholy moans and his grunts echoing around the room mixed with the slapping of skin and the squelching sounds of your pussy as he roughly fucks you. He sheathes himself completely inside you, moving almost aggressively and sporadically. His hands grab your shaking breasts then, thumb and forefingers rubbing over the nipples and tugging at it harshly in a way that makes your back arch upwards as you scream.

Starbursts of pleasure ride on every nerve inside you with each devilish ministration of his, your stomach tightening again with the next orgasm—this one approaching faster than the last. Your eyes that had involuntarily closed, open again and fall on Baekhyun who has the same look that you’d only ever seen on stage, during those performances when his entire character suddenly changed and the demon within emerged. His eyes are dark with an almost animalistic lust, a hint of a sadistic smirk ghosting his face as he watches your naked body shake beneath him and the view is enough for your walls to begin tightening around his length. Baekhyun groans then, grabbing your thigh and lifting one leg higher to fuck deeper into you.

Your throat is almost sore now from the sounds you’re making as Baekhyun hits spots that have your head spinning with the building of pleasure, intensifying with every harsh thrust, the sweet bliss of an orgasm right at the brink now.

“Cum inside me,” you pant, your hands cramping with how tightly you’re squeezing the sheets between your fingers. “Baek, cum inside me.”

“What?” Baekhyun breathes, certain he’s heard you wrong as you feel his cock pulsate inside you at your words. “I’m not wearing prot—”

“I’m on the pill, just cum with me,” you cut him off desperately, hands leaving the sheets to grab his that are on your chest and have made your nipples sore now. “Just fill me up, Baekhyun.”

“Fuck, Y/N, you slut.” Baekhyun moans loudly when your walls clench reflexively around his length at the term, his fingers intertwining with yours as he stretches your arms above your head, pinning your hands down and slamming his hips against you faster, rougher, harder.

“Cum, baby, cum now,” Baekhyun chants and you’re certain that the bedframe has probably made a permanent dent in the wall by now as he fucks you ruthlessly, your thighs clenching and you feel his hips stutter as he twitches inside you until there’s a searing white heat flooding inside you.

His name falls from your lips in an uncontrollable scream as another orgasm crashes all over your body, simultaneous to his, your pussy feeling fuller than it had been with just him inside—his cum shoots in thick heavy spurts and he doesn’t slow even as he orgasms, continuing to thrust sloppily to prolong the addictive bliss as you squirm with oversensitivity.

You’re a quivering mess beneath Baekhyun as he finally collapses on top of you, head buried in your shoulder. Your hands tiredly reach for the back of his head, holding him to you as you run your fingers through his sweaty hair. Your bodies are sticky with sweat and cum, the smell of sex hanging in the air and you expect to feel disgusting but you can’t—not when your emotions are all wrapped around the man you hold so tenderly in your arms, both body and heart feeling warmer than ever.

Baekhyun moves slightly so that he falls beside you, arms wrapping around you to hug you close to him in a way that he doesn’t have to pull out from inside you. You smile against his chest at this, loving the feeling of having him still connected to you like this—as if you both were in your own small world that you held together, so intimately and so close.

You lift your head then, eyes meeting his only to realise that he’s already gazing down at you. His eyes are filled with adoration as he leans forward and presses a small kiss to your nose, making you smile and close your eyes as you realised that in that moment, it wasn’t just a fever dream—he was yours.

And you were his.

“Was that—?” you stop, having to clear your throat when your voice cracks. Baekhyun chortles at this and you smack his chest, embarrassed before trying again, “Was that what you thought it would be?”

“No.” You blink in surprise at his answer and he grins, kissing your nose again. “So much more.”

“Cheesy,” you snort, rolling your eyes although you can’t stop yourself from smiling.

“Kinky,” he teases back. “I’m right to assume that, aren’t I? You seemed to love what I called you.”

You bite your lip, giving him a warning look before recalling something you’d come across on Twitter during the first week when you’d been researching him – “Well, you’re one to talk since your billion fans seem to know about your begging kinks.”

Baekhyun blinks, mouth dropping at your words. “What–how—?” He gasps dramatically, eyes growing comically wide. “You stalked me.”

“You’re not denying it,” you say, raising an eyebrow as you grin. “Interesting.”

“Shut up,” Baekhyun laughs, hugging you tighter to him so that you’re crushed against him and you’d be muffled. You wrap your arm around his waist, smiling and he kisses the top of your head, muttering, “We’ll explore all our kinks. Together. Every night.”

“Very romantic,” you laugh, tightening your arm around him as he shifts the sheets around and pulls the duvet over both of you.

Baekhyun doesn’t let go of you for the rest of the night and you don’t either.

You fell asleep snugly in his arms that night, feeling warmer and safer than you’d ever felt in your entire life, with only one thought in your cloudy mind:

Mine.

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PARIS 2017 [September 29th, 12:47AM]

Chapter 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 T/W: mild cursing? Words: 4579

“Have you been here before?”

Baekhyun’s voice sounds clearer in the cool Parisian night, clearer than you’d heard it before. Maybe it’s because it’s the first time you’re actually paying attention solely to the man beside you and just allowing your feet to carry you mindlessly around the city whose streets had been committed to memory but his words sound crisp and melodic.

You’d always liked his voice. Although you listened to EXO’s songs a lot and maybe had a slight liking towards Sehun—he was cute and you loved his husky but smooth raps—you’d always appreciated Baekhyun’s vocals, especially the bridges with his high-notes.

However, you never expected to hear this voice so close.

And especially not to moan in your ear in a dark room as he laid on top of you.

Your brain momentarily crashed like the pages of an internet browser as the memory of what happened earlier today resurfaced and you cleared your throat involuntarily, realising simultaneously that he was waiting for you answer.

Shit. What had he asked? Oh, right, if you’ve been here before.

“What, Paris?” You asked, looking around for the first time since you stepped out of the hotel and nodding. “Yeah, quite a bit. It is the fashion central, after all. Even before the boutique, I used to visit to research and learn. I was an apprentice here for a while.”

“Did you study designing then?” Baekhyun asked curiously, moving his hands into the pockets of his jacket.

You hesitate, not knowing what exactly to say and how much of it you could say. Several veteran designers in the industry still considered you a ‘rookie’ and a ‘newbie’ but you’d been around for more than a couple of years and it was enough to have several interviewers ask you the same question that Baekhyun had just asked and still have you momentarily pause the exact same way.

Baekhyun shoots you a glance at your silence and you clear your throat again, answering, “Not... exactly. My parents weren't exactly supportive of me so I was forced to attend medical school. I’d been failing because I busied myself with a lot of work on the side to make money so I could drop out and pursue what I actually wanted.”

You’re regretting the words as soon as they’ve left your mouth, already wondering if you’ve said too much. Especially since this was your first actual conversation and a small teeny tiny part of you didn’t want it to be the last which is why you were worried if you’d scared him away already with your sob story of how you went from rags to… well, designer.

Baekhyun nods, his eyebrows furrowed more in an expression of concern rather than awkwardness at hearing something quite personal as he slowly says, “I guess it worked then?”

You laugh at his hopeful tone, replying, “In the most chaotic way, yeah, I think so. The medical school kicked me out because of my grades and low attendance and that lead to my parents kicking me out of the house so I just took all the money I had and worked multiple jobs that would all help me pay to reach my goal and as hellish as that was, it worked out in the end.”

You trail off and notice that Baekhyun is staring at you intently. You can see the question in his eyes, the question that he's hesitant to ask but you cheerfully brush it off, forcing yourself to sound happier as you continue, "But hey, I’m in Paris right now and I’m wearing clothes that I created and so is that man over there.”

Baekhyun doesn’t look away from your face even when you point at the gentleman across the street who is sporting a jacket from your last year’s fall collection. You smile slightly, still feeling your heart swell up with pride at the sight despite it being a common occurrence now due to your brand’s popularity and you mumble, “I have a boutique three blocks away from here—in Paris—and I just finished my own runway—again, in Paris—so, I guess it’s not all bad.”

He smiles, his cheeks puffing slightly as he nods in agreement. “Fruits of success. It’s worth it.”

You can feel him hesitate as he starts to ask something but you cut him off again before he can even ask it by questioning, “What about you? Idol life is treating you well, I suppose, since you can branch out and explore designing now?”

His smile turned wry at that, broad shoulders raising slightly in a half-shrug. “I mean, I guess so. I’ve always been interested in fashion so this is a great opportunity. I’m honestly pretty excited for it.”

You grin genuinely at that, unable to stop yourself at how adorable he looked when he said that, his eyes becoming little crescent moons at how he smiles. “I’m excited for you too, Baekhyun.”

He raises an eyebrow at that, looking like he didn’t believe you in the slightest. “Oh really?”

“What’s that tone supposed to mean?” You ask defensively, stopping to look at him. “I am!”

“Even after everything I said?” Baekhyun turns to face you completely, brown eyes focused on yours. As much as you loved the grey lenses from the show earlier, you found that you could breathe easier when these were gazing at you.

“You apologised,” you rolled your eyes. “I've let it go so why haven't you?”

“Cause I feel like you haven't and you're just pretending," he replies wryly. At your incredulous look, he scoffs, “Oh, come on. You and I both know that you’ve been holding what I said against me all this time.”

He pauses before he suddenly smirks, eyes glinting in a way that has you apprehending what he’s going to say next before he even says it. "Well. At least, you were until you were literally up against me—”

“Hey!” You shout, pointing to an area behind Baekhyun where you could see a bright red board. “Does that board read ‘Little Seoul’? Oh my god, THAT’S TTEOKBOKKI!”

You don’t wait for him to turn as you run past him, certain that your entire face was flushed brighter than the board that you were running to. You hurriedly skipped down the few brick steps and approached the small stall with the petite brunette who smiled welcomingly at you.

“Hello,” you greeted politely, smiling at her and trying to calm your pounding heart. The woman’s gaze riveted behind you and you stilled slightly, quickly pointing to the tteokbokki.

“Do you want one?” You asked Baekhyun without looking at him, feeling his arm brush against yours as he stood beside you.

“Sure,” he chuckled softly, his tone filled with amusement. You peer at the menu board on the side of the truck with faked interest in an attempt to avoid talking to him and even without glancing at him, you knew he was gazing at you with that teasing lilt to his lips that had taken an almost permanent place on his face when around you.

You take the two small plates that she hands to you, the bottom warm and comforting against your cool palm as you give one to Baekhyun.

“God, it’s been so long since I’ve had this,” you mutter as you bite into the saucy rice cake. You make a sound of happiness at that back of your throat as the spiciness hits your tongue, bursting with flavour. He hasn’t bitten into his yet, your words causing him to furrow his eyebrows in confusion as he asks, “What do you mean?”

“I’ve been craving tteokbokki for almost a month now,” you explain, licking the sauce off your lips as you chew it happily, loving the fat spongy texture and swallowing before continuing, “Either I never have time to go out to have it myself or when I do, it’s late and the Korean restaurants are closed.”

Like now.

You frown in realisation and glance up at the smiling woman as you switch to French and ask, “How long are you open?”

She pauses for a moment, as if not expecting you to speak French and quickly replies, making your eyes widen as you glanced down at the street.

“She said that there was a Korean food fest going on over here,” you translate, looking around and seeing a few food trucks at the farthest end of the street although they were closed. “Apparently today was the last day and this is open only for a couple more hours. I guess that makes us pretty lucky, huh?”

You turn to him and notice him staring at you. “What?” You ask.

“You know French?” Baekhyun asks, his tteokbokki untouched.

“Oh. I mean,” you shrugged nonchalantly. “Kind of, I guess? I’ve been here for a while so I know the basics. Enough to get by but not fluent, though.”

“Something is better than nothing,” he mutters, grabbing the chopsticks and finally digging into the food.

You stare at him, confused about his tone and just start to ask him about it when he raises his head and looks at you. "So? What's the deal? Missing Korean food?”

You nod, swallowing what’s in your mouth to answer him. “It’s been a while since I've been back in Korea so yeah, I haven’t eaten it for a long time. You know what I miss most? This. Street food open at 3AM. Drinking soju in public without being fined for it."

"Wi-Fi,” Baekhyun interjects drily and you groan in agreement, nodding profusely.

“Why don’t you come back then?” He asks curiously, biting into the rice cake. “A vacation couldn’t hurt, right?”

You don’t respond, taking time to slowly eat the tteokbokki as you stall answering his question but he doesn’t catch on as he prods further, “Wait, Korea wasn’t mentioned in your website. Do you have an outlet there?”

You shake your head, still chewing and he continues, “You should! It’s a shame that you don’t have it there yet.”

You stay silent as you figure out what to reply, wondering what to filter out and Baekhyun catches the shift in the atmosphere as he lowers the plate, turning to face you more fully, waiting silently for you to answer.

Hesitating, you finally say lowly, “I have a lot of bad memories in Korea. Whether it was home or school or just… my parents.”

You trail off quietly towards the end, swallowing the words that were threatening to leave your mouth: ‘Korea suffocates me. I can never stay too long there without being reminded of my bedroom where I was locked for days, forced to look at anatomical charts and medical textbooks. How my only happiness when growing up was looking up at the sky and imagining skyscrapers and the Eiffel tower—how that helped me breathe better but then I’d blink and see cherry blossoms and I’d feel suffocated again.’

You don’t realise you were spaced out and just staring down at your plate until you felt sauce smear on your lips. You raised your head to see Baekhyun holding out a tteokbokki slice on his chopstick in front of your mouth, nodding at you to eat it. You blink, shaking yourself out of your slight trance and wrap your lips around the bit that he fed you, chewing it with a small smile.

“You know,” he says, pulling his chopstick back to his own plate as he thinks. “That’s more of a reason to start one. You should flaunt your success. Prove that it wasn’t such a bad decision to follow your own dreams, after all.”

“Yeah, maybe,” you mutter softly, thinking about what he said. The atmosphere is slightly terse with the shift in conversation and you want to kick yourself in the face for bringing up your shitty past and ruining the mood when Baekhyun suddenly starts talking about how the tteokbokki tastes surprisingly better than the ones he had in Korea. He then tells you how he usually refrains from eating so late into the night—or technically, morning—since it makes his face bloat and he even puffs his cheeks to demonstrate to you exactly how bad it can get but you’re giggling at how round and mochi his face is, teasing him about how it isn’t that bad of a look and that he looks almost like a chipmunk stuffing his cheeks for the winter.

Even though you would never openly admit it, after that breakfast buffet at the hotel, you’d went back to your room and searched up a lot on Byun Baekhyun. Unsurprisingly, everything that the internet gave you was information on EXO’s Baekhyun and even though you forcefully suppressed smiling and laughing at his silly antics and contagious smile in almost every interview—he wasn’t called the crackhead clown of the group for nothing—you had wondered whether it was just an image created by the agency, or just a persona he maintained in front of the cameras.

Strolling with Baekhyun on this chilly night in the streets of Paris, however, had quickly opened your eyes to how wrong your assumption was. He was the easiest person to hold a conversation with, someone who surprised you with how hard he got you laughing and who never gave your thoughts a chance to be led astray. The whole time that you’d spent dressing at the hotel, you were worried about how the night would go—whether it’d be awkward, whether you two would just end up arguing again, whether you would regret agreeing to go out with him, whether Seoyeon’s warning would end up scaring you into overthinking and chickening out before you could wander very far.

But you’d been pleasantly surprised by how the night was going.

In fact, you lost track of time.

And despite living a hectic life where that was a common occurrence, never had time been lost while strolling leisurely across the streets of your most favourite city in the entire world.

Perhaps one of the most magical things about Paris was the way the city seemed to change at night, an almost magical mist entering the air as the lights began to sparkle brighter—making you feel similar to the way that you did when you drank too much French wine, almost deliriously gleeful. Your heart raced every time you looked up, never tiring of seeing the beautiful skyline as you breathed in the cool air. Paris always made you feel the same way you did when you’d first seen it, immortal in its immaculate beauty, in the way that it made you feel like no time had passed since that first breath you took of the city. Even the most cynical person would begin to hope here, would feel the tug in their heartstrings.

It was the city of love and even if one didn’t find someone under these skies, they would leave while unknowingly carrying a piece of Paris in their heart.

You lead Baekhyun to the Eiffel tower, watched his eyes sparkle with the reflection of the lights shining brightly in the night as the two of you stood at a distance with a perfect view—one that wasn’t too crowded by tourists. He didn’t stop talking then either, exclaiming, “Wah, it’s really so pretty,” over and over again until you were rolling your eyes, grabbing him by his sleeve as you tugged him down 31st Avenue, along the alleys that the other tourist guides wouldn’t ever care to show but were your personal favourites—you excitedly babbled about the history and architecture of the pretty bricked-road streets, talking about how you’d wandered aimlessly for months as an apprentice when you first came to Paris with hardly any money and just a head full of dreams.

Baekhyun is keenly paying attention, his dark eyes always on you and a little smile on his face as he watches you almost stumble over your words in your rush to tell him everything about the quirky vintage stores that had the cutest tees, recommending him to visit it during the day when it’s open and that he could use it as inspiration. He’s quick to grab your waist and pull you aside when someone speeds past you on their cycle in that narrow alley, his hand lingering a little longer than necessary as he gazes down at you before letting go.

Now you’re sitting on the roof of a building that faced the Seine, both your legs hanging off the edge and you’d expected Baekhyun to be more concerned about the fact that you’d taken him to a restricted area that definitely wasn’t for loitering around and could definitely get the two of you in trouble if the security caught you but he’s only too content to follow your lead and sit beside you to listen as you pointed out your favourite fancy restaurant, your favourite café, the corner where your favourite street performers—Lucetta, who played the guitar and her brother Noah who sang along with it every Saturday and Sunday night.

You learn things about him that you didn’t read off the internet: Baekhyun tells you how he misses his members whenever he’s out doing a solo project or promotion, how passionate he’s been about singing from when he was a child, how much he loves and misses his mom who still babies him especially since they don’t meet as frequently as they’d like to, how Europe always makes his heart ache because of all the people walking their dogs which reminds him of Mongryong, how he hates it when anyone feels left out and how he gets easily concerned over people.

“Like you, tonight,” Baekhyun cites as an example. “I’m actually surprised you’re still… upright. Especially when all you’ve had tonight is, what, coffee from the morning and that tteokbokki?”

You nod sheepishly and he shakes his head at you. “You really shouldn’t do something like that. It’s really bad for your health. You work with models every day, shouldn’t you be setting better examples?”

“I know, I know,” you respond weakly, sighing as you pick at the hem of your shirt. “I’ll… eat better.”

“And I should believe you, why?” His tone is slightly mocking and you can’t help yourself as you turn to him a small grin of your own, muttering, “Well, because of the two of us, I’m the one who doesn’t lie to people’s faces.”

Baekhyun groaned loudly, smacking his palm tiredly over his face as he says, “I’m going to jump, I swear I am—or I should just push you off.”

You’re laughing at his tone as his hand comes to your arm playfully, threatening to push you off and you place your hand over his to shove him off instead but his hand loosens around your arm, fingers splaying beneath your own. Your eyes are immediately on your hand hovering over his, reminding you of the power room with the switches.

You feel the blood rush to your cheeks with the sudden thought and your body stills in a way that you’re certain he noticed. You’re not even sure if you’re breathing as you feel his slender fingers on your arm, his touch searing into your skin even through the thick fabric of your jacket.

You slowly lift your eyes from his hand to his face only to realise that he’s already gazing at you.

It’s the same gaze. The one from the power room, the one from the hallway at the hotel, the one he gave you in your room, the one he gave you as you bought tteokbokki.

You can’t believe you were such a fool to think his natural chocolate eyes were less lethal than the grey lenses from the fashion show—not with this gaze.

And you were willing to bet that his eyes could be any colour under the damn sun but that gaze would still get you in trouble, regardless.

You can feel his warm breath hit your mouth, his pouty lips parted in a way that made it quite difficult to look away from them. The warmth and the electricity in the air crackling around you was such a contrast to the chilly breeze and you didn’t realise that the both of you had been leaning in until the tip of his nose met yours halfway.

A loud horn blares through the air suddenly, startling both of you.

“Oh my god,” you gasp, your heart in your throat as you whip your head around to see a familiar boat on the Seine approaching the shore. You can faintly feel his lips on your cheek, having met with it by your sudden movement. It’s the softest, gentlest butterfly touch and you’re not even sure if you only imagined it. You definitely feel Baekhyun’s sigh against your face as he turns to follow your gaze but your eyebrows are furrowed as you stare at the familiar boat.

“Wait, is that…,” You trail off as you try to read the name but you already know that it’s Gemini from the red and blue colours.

And Gemini reaches shore at…

You hurriedly pull your phone out from your jacket and your eyes widen as you loudly exclaim, “Oh my God, its 4AM!”

Baekhyun doesn’t seem too bothered, staring at the approaching boat with a distant look in his eyes, lost in thought. You stand up and tug his shoulder to pull him up, Baekhyun slowly following your lead with a sigh.

“You have a schedule, you know,” you remind him as you quietly climb over the chain barriers that signalled the rooftop as a restricted area.

“Yeah, so do you,” Baekhyun retorted childishly, making you roll your eyes with a smile at his tone as the two of you hurriedly walk out of the building and sneakily stride past the sleeping security.

You both stand on the pavement, facing the main road as you pat your coat down for your wallet. With a growing trepidation, you glance over at Baekhyun and give him a nervous smile. He raises an eyebrow in question and you ask, “You don’t happen to have any money on you, do you?”

His eyebrows furrow in confusion as he searches his own pockets, muttering curses when he came up empty.

“I thought you could afford meals for both of us,” you said wryly and his eyes widened as he held his hands out.

“I can!” He exclaimed. “I left my wallet back at the hotel. Shit. Wait. Who paid for the tteokbokki?”

“Me,” you replied, checking your phone. “I just had a few euros in my pocket, I forgot to take my wallet too.”

“I’m so sorry, I’ll pay you back at—”

“Don’t be stupid, you’ll do no such thing—wait,” you muttered as you scrolled through your contacts. “I guess we were both so excited that we just forgot to take money for dinner or even have the dinner.”

“Oh. You’re right. Do you want to have dinner?”

“What? No. Its 4AM, you have a schedule, are you not listening to me? Also, we have no money.”

Baekhyun blinks, glancing around. “How far are we from the hotel?”

“About two hours away, walking distance,” you say, giving him a guilty smile when his wide eyes turn to you. You raise your phone at him, trying to reassure him as you exclaim, “Its fine! Don’t worry, I’ll just call Seoyeon and ask her to pick us up.”

Baekhyun’s shoulders tense at that. You’re checking your phone as he repeats, “Seoyeon? Your assistant?”

“The short green-haired girl who is always with me,” you nod, giving him a small smile. “She’s more than an assistant, actually—she’s more like family. We met when I came here as an apprentice and she was studying at a business school. We became really close and she just decided that she wanted to help create my empire alongside me. She’s seen me at my worst and helped me reach my best so yeah, definitely more than just an assistant.”

Baekhyun stayed silent as you sent her texts asking if she was asleep before finally asking, “Wouldn’t she be mad if you called her so late?”

“Not really, its fine, we just planned to get brunch tomorrow so maybe we could postpone it and—”

“Not that,” Baekhyun interrupts. “Wouldn’t she be mad that you didn’t listen to her?”

You stop, your finger freezing over the call icon on her contact. You raised your head, staring at him in confusion.

He couldn't possibly...

“I kind of overheard your conversation in your dressing room,” Baekhyun confesses softly, eyes carefully watching your reaction.

Oh god, he did he did he did.

Your eyes are wide with the growing panic and Baekhyun immediately raises his hands in an effort to either reassure you or defend himself, you weren’t sure. “I didn’t mean to, I swear, I wasn't eavesdropping. I came by to talk to you and then I heard her say my name and I just... happened to hear. Yeah.”

You’re quiet, scrambling for a response, wondering how much he heard as he says, “She’s not wrong, you know?”

You raise your eyebrow at his words, pausing before you ask, “What do you mean?”

“Everything she said. You getting hurt. The risks and all of it.” He hesitated before continuing, “After the power room, I was going to apologise and ask you out to dinner anyway. Then, I heard this conversation and I thought against it. I thought it was best to leave. But… but something wouldn’t let me. I wanted to ask you. And I decided that if you refused or came up with a stupid excuse or even just bluntly denied, I would stop. I wouldn’t approach you at all after that, I’d tell Hyungnim I got your help and return to Korea tomorrow on the first flight back without ever crossing paths again. But then at the hotel, you... you hesitated too. You wanted to refuse me, I could see it in your eyes but something stopped you too. So here we are.”

You’re at a loss for words as you stare at him, taken aback what he just said. You don’t know what to make of what he had just revealed but all you can focus on is the incredible sense of relief rushing through you at the realisation that it wasn’t just you who felt this way—the uncertainty, the fear of regretting this, the fear of making a mistake.

The two of you are silent as you stare at each other, the cold Parisian wind blowing hard around you and filling the silence between you.

Your voice is husky as you ask, “What does this mean then? This. Us.”

“I think I just wanted to see where the night would go.”

“So did I.” You hesitate. “What do you think?”

“I think... I think that I want more nights like these. Or mornings. See where those go too. I don't want to go back.” Baekhyun pauses before he smiles. “Also I kind of really do need your help with Privé, I don’t know what I'm doing anymore and Hyungnim said I can't release something completely monochrome.”

You laugh, shaking your head as you press ‘call’ and hold the phone up to your ear, saying, “Screw Hyungnim, if you want monochrome, we’ll do monochrome.”

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SEOUL 2018 [November 2nd, 9:00PM]

Chapter 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10 | 11 | 12 | 13 | 14 | 15 T/W: smutty, cursing, slight mentions of sub!Baek, noona!kink, slight exhibitionism, bj, dirty talk Words: 3925

Despite dating Baekhyun for almost a year—most of which you’d spent apart—you met the members a lot later than you thought you would. Obviously, it was hard for your existence to remain a secret since most of them tended to interrupt your calls with Baekhyun often by teasing him very loudly or just simply yelling something akin to war cries – Chanyeol.

Nevertheless, you’d gotten a lot closer with them after New York had happened since you stayed a week at the dorms after the both of you had finally reconciled.

Baekhyun whined often about not seeing you and was even more upset that the launching of his second set of designs at Privé had been pushed back since they already had quite a few schedules. After about two months apart, you’d finally taken the big step to fly down to Korea yourself and surprise him.

Of course, Baekhyun had only been too ecstatic about your visit—to the extent that he begged and pleaded with Manager to let you stay with him at the dorms, despite both your and Manager’s various protests. You knew you wouldn’t get to spend as much time with Baekhyun as you liked since he stayed at the company for most of the day, rehearsing and practicing for the comeback—which was more of a reason for him to insist that you stayed at the dorms so he could be with you whenever he could.

What Baekhyun hadn’t been prepared for was for you and Sehun to hit it off. Well aware of the crush you had on Sehun, prior to even meeting Baekhyun, he’d always teased you about it but you could tell he was low-key jealous when he saw you babying Sehun often.

“I’m your only baby,” Baekhyun had pouted as he stole the last spoon of pudding that you’d held out for Sehun.

What made your relationship with Baekhyun interesting was because, like a child, he was unpredictable. He didn’t get angry or grab your wrist and pull you away like the main lead of a drama when he saw you getting too close with Sehun.

Instead, he became weirdly and embarrassingly unfiltered.

It had been movie night and all of you had been seated in the front of the television with the boys arguing as usual about who gets to pick the movie. You’d gotten up from the couch to lean over the coffee table and grab the drinks when Baekhyun had loudly stated, “Hey, bend a little more and we’ll see your underwear.

Junmyeon threw a cushion at Baekhyun’s head right as you turn with wide eyes to see an appalled Sehun sitting next to Baekhyun on the couch who glances at your rear for a fraction of a second before his eyes fly up to yours and he immediately starts blushing when he realises you’d caught his flitting gaze as he scrambles away to sit on the opposite couch with Jongin and Chanyeol.

You shoot Baekhyun a look as you straighten and sit back on the couch, his arm already pulling you closer so that you’re nestled into his side while you mutter, “Thanks for pointing it out aloud and scaring Sehunnie.”

“You’re the one who bent over in front of him,” Baekhyun chortled in response, dark eyes glinting as they gaze down at you. “Also I’m serious, we could have seen it if you’d bent a liiiiiiittle more.”

You drop your voice to a low murmur as you say, “No, you wouldn't.”

“Yes, I would,” he insisted.

You shook your head. “No.”

“Do you wanna bend over again so I can take a picture and prove it to you? Maybe just do it front of me this time, though.”

You bite back a smile at the subtle annoyance in his voice and take his arm that’s wrapped loosely around your waist and lower his hand to your hip where the waistband of your shorts is and his fingers trace the side.

You smile as his entire body tenses suddenly when he realises that he can’t feel your panty-line beneath the shorts.

You turn your face to his, lips teasing his ear as you mumble, “Unless you’re imagining things, I don’t think you can see something that isn’t there.”

“GUYS,” Baekhyun suddenly yells, startling you as he sits up and makes your eyes widen at the unexpected reaction. “Someone get the lights and Jongdae, could you throw me that blanket?”

You frowned as Baek grabbed the blanket, throwing it over the two of you and the lights went off until only the blue light from the widescreen television illuminated the room.

Seeing that they were setting up the movie, you leaned back into the couch and nestled into Baekhyun’s side. He suddenly grabs your body roughly, manhandling you until he had positioned you in front of him so that you were in between his legs, his chest pressed up against your back while he wrapped the blanket around the two of you.

You relax back into him, resting your head on his broad chest and then, it’s almost as if history is repeating itself as your own body stills when you suddenly feel him right behind you.

Baekhyun presses his lips to your ear, similar to how you’d done just two minutes ago. “You shouldn’t have played this game with me, Y/N. Cause I always win.”

You bite down hard on your lower lip, focusing on not making any noise that would give the two of you away as his fingers slip beneath the blanket to tug the shorts down just enough for him to reach you. Your breath hitches as you feel the warm head of his erection rub against your slit and then, he wraps one arm around your waist as he positions inside you with his other hand and slides in easily, settling you down on his lap.

“Stay quiet and watch the movie, baby.”

You squirm right as you hear the words as his fingers come down on your clit almost simultaneously. You rest your head back on his shoulder, fingers clutching the edge of the blanket at your neck like your life depended on it. Baekhyun slyly presses a smooch on your cheek, giving off the impression that you’re just being a cute cuddly couple on the couch, while he fucked you under the blanket.

Or at least, that’s what you expected him to do.

You can’t help but sit as upright as you can, feeling him lean back on the couch with his gaze transfixed on the movie playing like he wasn’t inside you.

You try to focus on the screen, reminding yourself that this is exactly what he wants—to see you lose your shit and beg him to take you. Your body is tensed but you don’t relax it against him because you know that exact motion will cause friction which is exactly what you don’t need, despite your entire body screaming for it.

So you stay motionless, sitting upright awkwardly on his lap in a frozen position while praying that none of the boys would notice or question your odd posture. But then Baekhyun casually wraps an arm around your middle and pulls you back into his chest, allowing you to relax against him while you bite back any noises that could escape from feeling the movement inside your throbbing core.

It’s silent as you try to steady your breathing and calm your heart which seemed to be pounding with desire. Your death grip around the blanket loosens as you finally tamed the coiling tension in your stomach to merely that of a dull ache, considering it as just feeling full.

And then you feel Baekhyun’s hand wrap around your own, pulling it underneath the blanket.

Your eyes widen as you feel him guide your hand under the covers and beneath the old faded red shirt of his that you were wearing. Your lips part with a silent moan as he makes your fingers trace your nipple, both yours and his together tweaking it erect.

A shaky breath escapes, the tightening in your stomach intensifying as his other hand slips underneath to grope and fondle the other breast until you’re practically crushing him back against the couch with the force to restrain yourself from moving.

But then you feel him twitch inside you and you almost damn near scream aloud.

You can’t help it—as if of their own mind, your hips squirm against his and you release a soft gasp at the sweet bliss of movement in your wet walls.

Only for a swift second—Baekhyun's arm immediately comes around your middle to pull you back down against his chest, imprisoning you in his arms to stop you from fidgeting and you feel your last shred of control snap.

Pressing your hands down on his thighs as support, you move off of his lap and bite down on your lip hard enough to draw blood at the sudden feeling of emptiness in your needy centre. Pulling up the soft cotton shorts that he’d left tangled around your ankles, you get up from the couch like you’d been sitting on fire.

Throwing Baekhyun a dirty look, you mutter something about not pausing the movie to the rest of the boys before leaving the hall and heading for Baekhyun’s room at the end of the hallway, fingers already reaching for the hem of your shirt to yank it off.

You confirmed his jealousy that night with a sore body at the dorm when he’d pounded you into the mattress until you were screaming his name despite how hard you tried not to because he wanted them to hear, specifically the one you’d had a crush on—someone whose eyes you weren’t sure you’d be able to look into after leaving the room that night. Junmyeon even knocked at the door to yell how he’d kick you both out if you didn't shut up and sleep soon before getting too uncomfortable standing outside as if he was eavesdropping.

It was nothing serious with Baekhyun’s jealousy—no trust issues as such but only much later did he tell you about how his pride took a hit when all the tabloids started rumours of how close the two of you looked at last month’s Louis Vuitton show where both Sehun and you had coincidentally run into each other. You hadn’t known he’d been attending the event and had been so genuinely surprised and delighted to see him, sitting with him at the aisles to watch the entire show. The cameras, unaware of your relationship as you laughed with him, had only had a field day with both of you and you’d waken up to multiple articles highlighting how good the two of you looked together. Which, in hindsight, was probably the trigger to Baekhyun fucking you ruthlessly with no care for his members in the next rooms.

When he had finally collapsed in your arms, your sweaty bodies conjoined as his hair tickled your neck, you wrapped your arms around his broad shoulders and shifted so that the both of you were on your sides, cradling him to your chest. His soft breaths hit your skin and you run your fingers through his hair, your voice soft as you whisper how much you love him and only him. You feel him close his eyes then, arms tightening around your waist as he snuggles closer to your chest until you don’t know where he ends and where you begin. He had fallen asleep to your heartbeat then, only after you’d reassured that it was only his to hear and only his to have. The two of you never spoke of it again and you thought the conversation had been put to rest until the day when you’d dropped by the company to see him and ran into Sehun too. After Sehun had left, Baekhyun had walked up to you and asked if you had a noona kink.

“A what?” You’d asked with wide eyes, certain that you’d heard him wrong. “Do I have a what?”

“You like it when Sehun calls you Noona,” Baekhyun raises an eyebrow, a small smirk playing on his lips. His tone is light and teasing but you can see it in his eyes, that same fire you’d seen that night at the dorm.

You stuttered a baffled response with barely coherent words and then one of the managers had walked in, calling him away. You’d thought it ended there but you should have known better—it was Baekhyun. He would never let it go and he certainly didn't later that night at dinner when out with all of the band, his hand had wandered too far up your thigh to be considered appropriate.

You’d shot him a warning glare and he’d only grinned his cheeky grin at you, lips drawing closer to your ear as he muttered huskily, “Make me come, noona.”

And then he’d watched as he unravelled you slowly; the way your pupils dilated at the word, the way your throat moved as you swallowed heavily. You had decided to ignore him, thinking he’d stop at the lack of response but again, you should’ve known better. Baekhyun continued teasing you with his feather-touches, his tone low enough as he muttered filthy things in your ear to cause a fluttery-feeling in your stomach. You reached your limit when you felt his hand slide up your skirt, the tips of his fingers brushing against the front of your pussy covered only by the thin fabric of your panty, the smallest gesture causing you to jerk up like you’d been electrocuted.

Baekhyun had only smirked as you excused yourself and retreated to the washroom where you straightened your unruly skirt and fanned yourself, trying to bring the colour of your flushed face back to normal.

You’re already glaring at the mirror as the door opens behind you, knowing that it would be him and it is—he walks in with a cheeky smirk and you spin around, slamming him by his chest against the door.

“Byun Baekhyun,” you mutter lowly, trying to ignore the way your stomach was twisting with the proximity, your fingers itching to just rip the clothes off of him.

“What are you doing?” You’d gritted out in in frustration, wanting to kiss the annoying smirk off his face. “You know that I’m leaving tomorrow. So don’t start playing stupid games that you can’t finish, you—”

“Haven’t you learned your lesson yet, Y/N?” He cuts you off, grabbing your shoulders and spinning you around so that he’s holding you to the door now.

“I win all games, remember?” Baekhyun mutters lowly, gaze darkening as they drop to your parted lips and before you could even predict it, he’s kissing you harshly enough that your head bangs against the door, making you groan.

“As much as I love our toilet adventures,” he breathes in between kisses that are rough enough to make you taste blood. “Here’s an idea. No one’s back at the dorm and they’ll be a while so what do you say we skip dinner and get a little headstart on dessert?”

Your eyes are closed and you start to agree, but then you feel his hot breath in your ear as he whispers huskily, “Noona.”

“Fuck,” you breathe out involuntarily, feeling the wetness pool in your centre almost instantly in response to the word as you shove him off of you and grab his arm, quickly exiting the toilet and heading for the door.

Almost three hours later, you laid exhausted on Baekhyun’s chest with your body feeling sore enough for you to question if you’d be able to travel back to Paris tomorrow.

It had made you think of your first time together, back in Milan—he’d been surprised by how into choking and degradation you’d been that he’d told you how you both would explore a lot of your kinks. Together.

Needless to say, you’d explored plenty tonight at the empty dorms—feeling thankful to the entire universe that the boys were out the whole night because there was no way Baekhyun would last a day after you left Seoul if they’d heard the noises he was making in the bedroom as both of you switched roles and you finally unleashed all the frustration that you’d been feeling almost all week because of his endless teasing of your ‘noona kink’.

Even though after tonight, you were convinced that yes, maybe you did have it—although you would never admit it to Baekhyun.

You mindlessly traced your fingers around his bare chest while nestled into his side, drawing circles with your eyes closed as feeling slowly returned to your limbs and felt him suddenly tense beneath you.

Your eyes open and you raise your head to see Baekhyun staring down at your fingers on his chest. You still, wondering if you were hurting him and Baekhyun softly mumbles, “Do you know that red is a really good colour on you?”

You blink at his question and follow his gaze to your fingers which were painted a deep crimson, glossy and slightly glinting as the small yellow light of the bedside lamp reflected off of it.

“Thanks,” you replied softly, pressing a kiss to his chest as you closed your eyes again.

You suddenly felt his hand wrap around yours then, long slender fingers intertwining with yours as he raised your conjoined hands. You glance at him to see him staring at your hands together, a familiar dark look in his eyes.

“Baek,” you start with a slight wariness in your tone. “What are you thinking?”

His gaze drops to you on his chest and he hesitates before asking, “You up for trying another kink?”

You sit up at that, eyebrows raised high as he gives you a sheepish smile, colour flooding his cheeks.

“I thought you were tired of being edged for so many hours and couldn't anymore,” you teased, repeating his words that he’d practically cried to you earlier and Baekhyun glares at you.

“This isn’t as intense,” he rolls his eyes. “Just an old-fashioned simple hand job.”

You leaned back on your legs to look at him properly, cocking your head in confusion as you tried to figure out what Baekhyun was playing it.

You knew him, there had to be something.

His eyes were still transfixed on your hands and your own widen slowly as a realisation dawns upon you.

“You have a hand kink?” You ask in disbelief, unable to contain your grin.

“No!” Baekhyun immediately protests, shifting his gaze to you and scowling at your elated expression. “I just like the way your hands look with mine. With the red nails and everything.”

“So ...” you trail off lowly, voice dropping to a whisper as you pull your hand free from his and lower it down his body, sliding beneath the sheets that he had haphazardly thrown over both of you.

You lean over his face, lips hovering over his as you ask softly, “What do you want me to do, baby?”

Baekhyun sighs as he twitches under your touch that's as light as a feather, slow and teasing, eyes closing while his lips part open.

“Tell me what you want,” you insist, ghosting your hand over his length that was hardening with every light touch of your fingers. You can’t help but smirk at how easily responsive he is, even after everything you’d just been doing together for hours on end.

You’d admit to your noona kink the second that he stopped pretending and confessed that he was just as much into it as you.

Your breath fans across his cheek and his eyelids flutter open, voice breathy as he says, “I want to take pictures of your hand wrapped around me. Of your red nails against my cock.”

Holy shit.

You stare at him, all your thoughts halting at the unexpected words as you try to ignore the thrill that it just sent through your veins.

“Uh, I.” You lean back, sitting up as you blink at him. Baekhyun sits up too, reaching for you and you have to shush the voices in your head screaming at you to shut up and just do what he wants, instead forcing yourself to ask, “Are you sure that’s okay? That it’s safe?”

“Its fine,” he said, taking your hand that wasn't under the sheets in both of his. “No, it’s more than fine—it’s perfect. Trust me, an idol’s phone is like a diary. No one checks others phones anyway and even if they do, the photos will be in a hidden folder. It’s safe, I swear.”

You hesitate, biting on your lower lip and Baekhyun tugs on your hand, smiling at you reassuringly.

“Come on,” he nudges you. “It’ll help when we’re far away and when I’m missing you all the time.”

You groan, rolling your eyes at his triumphant cheer as you pull your hand away and get off the bed to reach for the bedside table on the right.

“You're lucky I love you,” you mutter, grabbing his phone and handing it to him before walking to the mirror on the door of his wardrobe.

“Where are you going?” Baekhyun asks you in confusion.

“Since you have a thing for red,” you respond, searching your makeup bag for the familiar tube of lipstick. “And since we’re doing this anyway, let’s go all out.”

You can feel his wide eyed gaze on you as he watches you in the mirror while you apply the creamy liquid thickly over your lips, painting them the same red that were on your nails.

You tousle and tease your hair slightly over your shoulders, pressing your lips together to evenly spread the lipstick before turning around to look at Baekhyun who was sitting fully up on the bed now. He grabs your hand as soon as you’re close enough and pulls you down on the bed, leaning forward and you immediately raise your hand to his chest, stopping him with wide eyes.

“Don’t mess it up already, I just did it,” you warned, shaking your head.

Baekhyun sits back down with a sigh, giving you an expression akin to that of awe. “Have I ever told you that you’re really fucking kinky?”

You glare at him, jabbing your finger into his chest. “Hey, Byun Baekhyun. This is your idea.”

“To have your red nails wrapped around my dick, yeah,” he agrees, grabbing your finger on his chest. “To put the lipstick and make me fantasise now about how it’ll look to paint those red lips with my cum and have your fingers dripping with it? Yeah, that’s all you.”

He smirks as he sees the obvious effect his filthy words have on you, watching you fight the urge to squirm as you shake your head at him.

“Shut up and get your phone.” You lower yourself onto your knees in front of him, pulling the sheets away and reaching for your prize with one hand while the other adjusted your hair over your shoulders. You look up at Baekhyun and pause, wishing you could capture the expression he had on his face right now as he watched you through the screen, looking so lust-crazed and so in love with you.

You can’t help but smile at him, kissing the tip slightly before saying, “Don’t get my whole face in all of them, okay?”

“Okay, noona.”

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PARIS 2017 [October 31st, 8:45PM]

Chapter 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 T/W: smut - fingering, oral sex (receiving), cursing, overstimulation Words: 3344

After having shown all you had to show Baekhyun at Milan and him seeing all that he had to, Manager had initially planned for both of them to return to Korea. He had pleaded to stay a bit longer—or to be more precise, whined for hours about how he has no upcoming schedules and there’s no hurry—until Manager finally relented to extending it for just a week more.

A week that had passed much too quickly, in your opinion. You couldn’t tell if it was because there was no more sneaking around or if it was cause you didn’t have to bid Baekhyun farewell at your hotel room’s door anymore.

Tonight was your last night with him and since his flight was early in the morning tomorrow, you’d planned to just spend a lazy night at the hotel room with food and cuddling.

A plan that had quickly gone up in flames when one of the assistant buyers at your boutique had mistakenly sent one of the purchase orders to the Paris outlet instead of Amsterdam.

You’d ran to the office in a hurry as soon as you’d gotten the message, not even bothering to change from your casual clothes and Seoyeon had stayed with you at the office till about 6PM, running to the warehouse and back while you made calls at the office to explain to the Director of the Amsterdam outlet about the mix-up. When she’d looked like she’d been about to collapse from the exhaustion, you’d forced her to go home after reassuring her that you’d take care of the rest.

You glance up at the clock, cursing under your breath when you see that it reads 8:47. The entire building was eerily quiet since it was after closing hours and you’re quickly putting away the paperwork reports about today’s mishap when you hear the doorknob suddenly jiggle.

Turning in the direction of the door, your eyes widen when you see Baekhyun step inside your wide office in a white formal dress-shirt and slacks, a beige-coloured bag in his hand.

“Baekhyun, hi,” you say in surprise, momentarily pausing while stacking the papers. “Why are you dressed like that?”

“Went to a fancy restaurant with Hyungnim,” Baekhyun replied lowly, placing the bag on the couch.

“When’d you get here?” You ask curiously before turning back to the desk and hurriedly grabbing the papers, not waiting for an answer as you say, “I’m so sorry about this, today was an absolute mess and I—”

“Lie down.”

Your head shoots up, eyebrows rising as you stare at him.

“What?” You ask in confusion, frowning slightly. You look back down at the desk where you were gathering the final designs, filing them for the final editorial tomorrow. “I’m almost done here, just give me five minutes and we can leave—”

“I said lie down, Y/N.”

You stop, looking up to see Baekhyun shift the doorknob to lock it shut, his gaze dark and intense on you.

His hand is loosening his tie, tugging it off his neck and yanking his sleeves up as he walks towards you. “I'm going to eat you out.”

Your mouth falls open, eyes widening as your heart pounds in your chest at his words.

“You-I-what?” You're stammering as he reaches you, taking the file in which you’d placed all the papers from your frozen hands and throwing them into the first drawer of the desk.

He grabs you next, one hand on you hip to roughly yank you flush against him as he kisses you breathless. You’re gasping as he pulls away, the intensity and lust swimming in his eyes immediately making your stomach tighten in a familiar feeling that only Baekhyun could give you.

“Baek,” you breathe softly, your head slightly spinning as all the blood in your body rushes to your cheeks. “I hear you, okay? Let’s go home.”

“No.” His usually gentle hands are rough on your body as he presses you back against your desk.

With a tone as firm as his grip, he says, “Here. Now. I need to taste you now.”

You feel slightly faint as he clears the desk hurriedly with his arm, the sound of the clatter echoing in the room as everything that was on the desk hits the marbled floor. He doesn't wait to immediately manhandle you as he lifts you onto the cleared wooden table.

Baekhyun’s lips are warm and almost desperate as he kisses you in a frenzy. You can’t help but melt into the kiss, your hands rising to his shoulders as you kiss him back with just as much passion. You feel his fingers wrap around your wrists, tugging your hands away from him and lowering them.

The familiar silkiness of satin rubs against your skin and you pull away, eyes lowered to see Baekhyun’s hands knotting the tie that was previously around his neck over your wrists now. You look up at him with wide eyes and his face is serious as he says in a husky tone, “Now for the third time, Y/N: lie down. Stop making me repeat myself.”

You gasp loudly as his hands suddenly hook around the back of your knees, yanking you forward and making you fall back.

It's harder for you to brace yourself with your elbows on the desk since he’s tied your wrists together but you manage to sit up the best you can as Baekhyun's hands then sneak up your thighs. You feel his fingers slip underneath the waistband of your leggings and panties, pulling them down your legs.

“Baek—oh my god,” you gasp as he swiftly removes the material from around your ankles and throws them aside, already in between your legs with his mouth sucking kisses on the inside of your thigh.

You feel him smile against your skin as he moves his face closer to your throbbing centre, noticing how you were already glistening with arousal. Your cheeks are flushed as you pray for him to not comment on it but of course, it's Baekhyun.

“For someone who's acting all doe-eyed and innocent right now," he starts, smirking up at you. “Your pussy seems to be sending the opposite signals.”

“Baek, I swear to—”

You cut off with a loud moan as he confidently swipes his tongue in a long stroke over the slit.

“I’ll only say this once, babygirl,” he mutters against your throbbing core, voice husky with how aroused he was. “No one is in the entire building so I need you to moan for me as loud as you can.”

“Baek—”

The words die on your lips as you feel the flat underside of his tongue slide inside your slit, lapping up all your wetness. You whimper as he licks around your walls, sucking on your juices until you were squirming on the desk.

You moan when you finally feel his tongue right on your throbbing clit. He circles it slowly, gaze focused on your face as your own eyes dilate while watching him. His pouty lips are swollen and glistening and you can’t help but sharply inhale as he sucks in your clit harshly, tonguing the bud until your stomach tightens with a familiar growing knot. You close your eyes at the tingling sensations running all through your nerves, your hands fisted with your fingers clenched around nothing as you press your head back on the desk in an attempt to ground yourself.

And that’s when you feel Baekhyun's slender finger push easily inside your dripping entrance.

You gasp loudly, eyes shooting wide open at the sudden intrusion as you sit up slightly to look down at him. Baekhyun is smirking at you between your thighs, his face looking absolutely sinful as he sucks on your clit while thrusting his finger inside your wetness. He hums slightly against your throbbing centre and you feel your walls clench around his finger, the knot in your stomach growing tighter as you moan breathily. You can feel your wetness drip down your slit and onto the desk as he continues thrusting his finger inside you, tongue still incessantly circling your clit.

Then he adds another digit, making you almost scream.

At this point, you’re certain you’ve never been so wet in your entire life as Baekhyun fucks you open with his two long slender fingers scissoring you. Your vision is slightly clouded as you look down at him, watching his digits thrust in and out of you, looking slicker with each thrust. He curls them against the clit that he is sucking in his mouth and you clench, feeling more cum drip down your pussy.

Baekhyun doesn’t let any of it fall to the desk as he immediately unlatches his mouth from your clit and laps up the trail of cum. You feel him slip a third digit now, the extreme slickness of your walls easily allowing him to fit another finger as he pushes in and out of your pussy.

Your hands have miraculously found his hair which you tug on harshly as he mercilessly eats you out, tongue and digits working overtime to make you orgasm. You thrash as your walls clench around his mouth and fingers, feeling the knot tighten in a way like it was going to burst. Before you can stop yourself, you’re screaming his name as you feel your orgasm crash over your entire body in rough waves. Your back arches up off the desk as Baekhyun greedily licks up all the cum pouring out while it keeps dripping and he sucks you clean patiently as you come down from your prolonged high, removing his fingers until you’re left clenching around his tongue.

Your eyes flutter, lips parted open as you seem to have forgotten to breathe through your nose—you can hear the blood pounding in your ears along with your heavy loud breathing and the slick sounds of Baekhyun’s mouth and tongue as he devours you.

You wait for the sweet relief of cool air but his mouth is still on you, licking a long stripe over the slit before delving in and teasingly kitten-licking at your walls to collect all of your essence that coated it now. Your shaky breaths echo like screams as you feel him lap his tongue around your pussy while purposefully avoiding the little bundle of nerves—which you’re thankful for.

But then he doesn’t move away.

You hear your breaths slowly grow steady again, heartbeat becoming regular as he continues to lick and suck at you slowly, leisurely.

Until you feel yourself starting to throb again as he slowly teases and builds your arousal.

Your fingers tighten around his hair and you feel him smile against you as he realises that you’ve figured out that he isn’t done yet.

“Fuck, Baekhyun,” you moan, your needy body shifting underneath his mouth involuntarily in its desire to get some relief as you almost grind onto his face. He grabs your knees then, forcing you to stay still as he finally wraps his lips around your pulsating clit, sucking on the bud of nerves in a way that had you almost thrashing on the desk.

You were screaming as his mouth mercilessly continued its ministrations on you, his fingers digging into your thighs hard enough to leave marks as you felt another orgasm crash over you without a forewarning. Your body that had tensed with his incessant teasing earlier felt like it was completely weightless now as you fell back on the desk, not realising that you’d unknowingly arched up again.

“Baek, please,” you croaked, not knowing what you were even begging for, throat feeling sore as your legs hang limply off the edge of the desk. You close your eyes, trying to catch your breath as you finally feel his mouth detach from your pussy. You whimper suddenly as you feel his index finger slightly brush against your sensitive clit that is still throbbing. Spots dance in your vision as your eyes flutter open, glancing down and feeling your heart stop when you see Baekhyun slyly smirking as he slides his middle finger inside as well.

You shake your head with wide eyes at the oversensitivity, trying to close your thighs that Baekhyun immediately holds open with his free hand as he continues to eat you out hungrily like you were his last meal and he wanted to savour every single drop.

“No, I can’t, please—” you moan, your eyes tearing up as you feel the knot in your stomach again—building faster this time. He has thrown both your thighs over his shoulders and you’re almost crushing his head between them as he keeps sucking on your clit. He tongues you rougher and faster, thrusting his fingers in and out at a quick pace and you hear yourself scream as you burst once again, toes curling inwards at the force.

Your own eardrums throb as your screams elevate to a higher pitch when you feel his mouth move away only for his fingers to keep plunging quickly inside your pussy, even as you’re cumming. Your own voice drowns out the lewd sounds of his soaking fingers that fuck your squelching pussy and your entire body tenses as the knot in your stomach suddenly bursts with yet another earth-shattering orgasm.

This one is stronger than all the previous ones and takes a toll on your entire body, making you quake on the desk with the sheer intensity of it, at the mercy of Baekhyun's mouth and tongue, until you’re almost sliding off the wooden surface. You’re seeing stars as you open your eyes, and you feel absolutely sore and soaked, white light blinding your vision as your fingers have grown numb from the death grip you had around Baekhyun’s hair.

You flinch as you feel his tongue again and you’re almost crying in protest now but he’s shushing you softly, pressing gentle kisses to the inside of your thighs that were still slightly trembling.

“You did great, baby,” you hear him mutter as he licks you clean of all your juices. You let out a shaky breath as he finally pulls away from you.

You feel his long fingers on your wrists then, deftly untying the surprisingly tight knot of the tie and your hands are finally free. Your eyes are closed as you’re still lying back on the desk and you feel him grip your hands then, pulling you upright gently.

You blink hazily, your head spinning as you try to look at Baekhyun. You think you're not seeing right as you watch him wipe his glistening chin and lips with the back of his hand.

And that's when you notice the round collar of his dress shirt is darker than the rest of it—it’s wet.

You look at him with wide eyes. “Did I—?”

“Squirt? Yeah, yeah, you did.” Baekhyun is smirking and when he watches the horror wash over your face, your hands immediately rising to hide it in embarrassment, he’s quickly grabbing your wrists to stop you and shushing you in reassurance. You lower your gaze and gasp, feeling mortified when you realise the wooden desk beneath your thighs is shining with a puddle of your clear fluids.

“No, no, no,” he mutters, chuckling softly. He pulls your hands away and kisses you tenderly. You can taste yourself on his plush lips and you don't know if it’s that or the multiple orgasms you just had but your head starts spinning again.

“Trust me,” he murmurs against your mouth, dark eyes locked on yours. “It was the sexiest thing I've ever seen.”

You smile tiredly at him, unable to even retort like usual as you lean forward to place your forehead on his shoulder. He wraps his arm around your waist, holding you to him and placed a kiss on your ear.

“You did so well, baby,” he purred softly.

“How could I not, when you weren’t even letting me breathe?” You muttered, your voice hoarse. “I can’t even feel my legs anymore.”

You felt him smile against your skin then as he said, “Good. I can leave tomorrow in peace then, knowing that every time you sit at this desk after tonight, you'll remember shaking like a leaf on it.”

Your eyes widened at his words as you pull away to look at him. “Wait. Was that why you—Baek, was this just you being petty because of that delivery guy who flirted with me in front of you yesterday afternoon?”

Baekhyun hugs you tightly, burying his head in your neck so that his voice is muffled as he replies, “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Baekhyun, you child,” you sigh loudly, holding the back of his head with a tired but fond smile that you couldn’t control.

You feel him smile then, pulling back slightly to look at you. He’s quiet as his eyes search yours before softly asking, “You’ll come to see me off at the airport tomorrow, right?”

You smile, leaning forward to kiss him. “You know I will. Now let’s go home although you’re going to have to carry me to the car.”

“Whoa.” He smirks, stepping back and letting go of you so suddenly that your legs flop down limply against the desk with a thud, making you scowl at him.

“That good, huh?” He teases, cocky and smug.

“Shut up, Byun Baekhyun.”

He laughs, eyes glinting with that mischievous twinkle as he says, “Wait, hold on, I have something for you.”

You stare after him in surprise as Baekhyun strides across the room to the couch and retrieves the bag that he’d placed there earlier. You peer at the beige item curiously as he hands it to you and feel a stupid grin plaster over your face when you pull out the familiar beige-coloured Louboutin box.

You wince as you try to scoot back on the desk only to realise that you honestly can’t move and Baekhyun bites back a smile as he steps in between your unmoving parted thighs to help you open the box. You resist cursing at his smugness only because of the present on your lap and can’t help the small excited squeal as you open it, eyes falling on the most gorgeous pair of nude-heels with the glossy red soles.

“Christereva,” you coo in awe, grinning as you pull them out and realise that he’d gotten the size right.

“You like them?” Baekhyun asks, looking almost nervous which makes you want to laugh and hug him for looking so innocent after all the filthy things he’d just done to you.

“I’m honestly not happy with them,” he starts to rant, worry and disappointment creeping into his tone as he watches you admire them. “I wanted to customise it but then I realised that that would take time and I’m leaving tomorrow and I didn’t want to leave without giving you anything nor have it sent later because then I would miss the look on your face and I didn’t—”

You cut him off by grabbing the collar of his shirt and yanking him down to you, crashing your lips against his open mouth. He takes a second before he kisses you back and when you feel his one arm wrap around your waist, you pull away, smiling as you reassure him, “I love it. They’re gorgeous.”

He grins at you, eyes crinkling as he places the box aside. Wrapping his arms around you fully, you smile as you lay on his chest.

Baekhyun kisses the top of your head as he mumbles, “Send me pictures whenever you wear them. I kind of love you in red.”

You’re surprised at the compliment until suddenly you remember the power room.

Your show. You’d worn the red dress that you’d designed with a lipstick the exact shade on your mouth, the night of your first kiss.

The beginning.

Pulling away, you give him a knowing look as you reply, “I kind of know why.”

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PARIS 2017 [September 28th, 1:00PM]

Chapter 1 | 2 | 3 T/W: cursing, slight smut Words: 5993

You’d had a light breakfast—the usual Venti-sized coffee you had before your shows, despite Seoyeon’s strong refusal of calling it a meal, nevertheless ‘breakfast’—and it was after arriving at the hall that the hell had started. There were four hours left before the show would begin, which meant three hours until the press and media arrived, two hours until rehearsal and one hour until you had to personally check the entire arena to mentally complete the checklist as you did before every show. Seoyeon always rolled her eyes and judged your crazy perfectionistic tendencies but that day, for the first time, she was worried with you.

Because your outfit hadn’t arrived yet.

“Where is it?” You asked, manicured fingers pressing down on the bridge of your nose as you forced yourself to take deep breaths while speaking to your receptionist back at the store. “Yoojin. I sent it in just to alter the hem of it, it literally takes five minutes. I don’t understand why it has been delayed for nine hours now when it should have reached here last night.”

“Ma’am,” Yoojin’s voice was high-pitched and squeaky and you usually would lower your tone upon hearing your employees panic at your scolding but you couldn’t help it at that moment since you were panicking too. “I swear to you, I literally saw it leave the store with Daniel, he should be there by now.”

“What the hell took so long is my question, Yoojin,” you responded, eyes glancing at Seoyeon who was immediately calling Daniel as she overheard the name. “Wasn’t Junghee done with the alteration? Or did she slack off and do it just now?”

“Ma’am, I’m not sure why Ms. Park took so long with it, she—”

“Connect me to Junghee. Now.”

Yoojin took in a shaky breath, simultaneously making you realise that Junghee was Yoojin’s direct supervisor as she mumbled, “Yes, ma’am, I will—”

“I’M HERE, I’M HERE, IT’S HERE!” Everyone in the room turned to the closed door which burst open, the muffled yelling growing clearer as Daniel hurried inside, a familiar-looking package draped over his arms and your brand logo immediately calming your anxious heart as you breathed a sigh of relief in unison with Seoyeon and Yoojin over the call.

Seoyeon immediately strode forward and grabbed the bag, unzipping it and checking the hem of the dress before nodding at you.

“Tell Junghee that she better have a fantastic explanation for me when I call her tonight,” you say, hanging up as Seoyeon quickly drives everyone out of the room with an exclusive glare directed towards Daniel.

“All right, let’s hurry,” Seoyeon says, glancing at her watch as she keeps her phone aside and removes the dress carefully from the hanger.

“How many minutes behind?” You demand, already undressing as you throw your sweater aside and pull your jeans off.

“Calm down,” Seoyeon rolls her eyes and your gaze shifts to behind her as the door slowly opens. “You’re only late by ten minutes, you just need to run faster and—”

“Oh my god!” You screech as you see Baekhyun appear at the door, his eyes immediately dropping lower as Seoyeon steps away from you to turn around at your expression, putting you in his direct view and it’s only when his eyes widen that you realise you had just flung your bra aside.

“WHAT THE FUCK IS HE DOING HERE?” You don’t realise you’re yelling until both of them visibly flinch, his eyes quickly shifting up to meet yours, ears flushing red as he stutters incoherently.

Seoyeon is as flustered as she replies, “EXO’s Baek—”

“I don’t give a shit! Close the fucking door, why is he just barging into places, is he god, no, he isn’t—this is my show and I’m god, get him the fuck out of here, Seoyeon, I swear—” you’re tripping over your own words in a frenzy as you grab the sweater from the floor and hold it against your front.

“Did she just say she’s god?” You hear Baekhyun ask in a daze right as Seoyeon slams the door in his face and locks it properly this time, turning to you with an apology ready and her hands raised to calm you down but you’re already spitting curses, your face burning as red as the dress she holds in her hands.

It’s only about three and a half hours later as you stand backstage that you see him again. Your hair is set, makeup in place and except for a few small beads of sweat on your forehead from speed-walking around as you checked up on all the models, you were ready for your show.

Baekhyun sat right at the front aisle and the curtain is slightly open at the side, enough for him to be right in view. He’s glancing around the hall, blinking slightly as the cameras keep flashing and his eyes suddenly fall on you behind the slit of the curtain, making your eyes widen as you realise he’s noticed you.

He’s worn dark grey lenses for the occasion and the intensity of his stare unnerves you for a moment—until you understand what exactly he’s picturing from the look in his eyes, especially as they drop lower unabashedly.

Your outfit for today was one of the more daring ones that you’d designed for tonight—a crimson dress that flared slightly at your thighs, it stopped right at the knees such that it appeared as a high-low. Your favourite part—and apparently, so was Baekhyun’s—was the way it fit snugly around your chest with a corset-like knot that cinched right underneath your breasts, accentuating the curves and pronouncing your body-line more. The neckline was plunged in a way that the material caused your cleavage to be in impressive display. The sleeves were lace, falling from your shoulders and as you crossed your arms around your middle in a defensive attempt to glare at him, it only makes him raise an eyebrow and you realise that your gesture has only brought more attention to your chest.

You narrow your eyes at Baekhyun in disbelief, expecting him to look away in embarrassment but he just leans back in his seat, shrugging as if to say ‘I can’t help it’, his suggestive glance telling you that he was definitely reminiscing what he’d seen earlier.

God, if he didn’t look the way he did, you’d have personally hired people to kill him by now.

You’re contemplating whether it’s too risky to flip him off from where you are standing or whether the cameras would pick up on it when your worst nightmare suddenly manifests.

The lights go out.

The last camera flashes in the distance, the bright white allowing Baekhyun and your wide-eyed glances to catch each other’s right as it happens.

“Oh God,” you breathe, turning around and running as chaos promptly ensues, incoherent shouting and distant screams filling the darkness.

Seoyeon is immediately grabbing your hand after you yell her name twice, assuring you quickly that she’s right there.

“Jun Ki,” you mumble and she’s already yelling his name. “Where. The fuck. Is Jun Ki?”

“Ma’am,” You hear a familiar voice that you immediately associate with someone from the camera crew. “We don’t know where he is, we’re looking everywhere.”

“What do you mean you don’t know, he’s the goddamn producer,” you snap, your fingers tightening around Seoyeon’s wrist as your patience runs thin. “Lighting crew. Where’s my lighting crew, SooBin?”

Silence meets your question, except for muffled sobs that you recognise are from the models.

You roll your eyes as you let go of Seoyeon’s wrist and turn in what you assume to be her direction.

“Go take care of the models and use the phone’s flashlight or something to fix their makeup. Make sure no one trips overs any wires or anything and ruins the outfits. Stay here in case SooBin or Jun Ki come back.”

“Wait, what, where are you going?” She tries to grab your arm but you hold her hand and answer firmly, “I’ll go to the power unit and check what happened since I have to do everything myself around here.”

“What, Y/N, don’t be ridiculous! Maybe SooBin is already down there.”

“Seoyeon,” you grit out, not having to even confirm with your watch since the clock in your head is already ticking. “I can’t risk waiting around to find out if he is or isn’t. We’re ten minutes away from starting and the press and media are already here.”

She’s silent and you know she’s raging with silent frustration because she knows you’re right before quickly muttering, “Fine, fine, I’ll take care of it here. Please be careful and hurry, Y/N.”

You turn and quickly flash the torch from your phone onto the floor, hurrying to the power room that you’d seen at the back of the hallway after all the dressing rooms and passed by countless times today during your multiple rounds.

Reaching the power room, you head inside with your eyes focused on the floor as you step carefully over various cables and wires while heading to the back where you knew the power outlets were. You switch off the flashlight and place your phone atop a small box to the side since you knew you would probably need both hands to work this and there was streetlight filtering in through the single window. It wasn’t too bright but enough to let you see the various plugs and switches.

You run your fingers lightly over the small taped words at the bottom of the switches, careful to not apply any pressure as you tried to read the words. Your eyebrows are furrowed in concentration as you start mouthing the word when you hear it:

“Need some help there, god?”

You jump, eyes widening in shock as you spin around and see the oh-so familiar silhouette of Baekhyun as he makes his way over to you.

“Can you stop doing that?” You hiss, trying to calm your racing heart. “Why do you keep showing up at places you’re not supposed to be? Just go back and sit with the audience.”

“Well, that’s a bit unfair,” he says, carefully stepping over the wires to stand beside you. “I don’t think the designer of her own show should be at the power room, trying to fix the lights.”

You snort. “You forgot to add ‘tasteless’ to the designer.”

You hear Baekhyun sigh softly and you think he’s going to start defending himself or say something about you holding grudges again when you suddenly feel his hand on yours. Your breath stops in your chest as you realise he’s walked around to your right side now and you’re about to start protesting when he guides your hand to a box-like thing with circular indents inside.

“Try this,” he suggests and you feel with your other hand around the box. Feeling a rectangular plug hanging loose, you lift it and push it into the wall, fitting it completely into the indents. A buzzing sound starts and you simultaneously hear a chorus of muffled cheers and hoots from a distance. You glance to your left and sigh in relief when you see light spilling from the hallway that you’d just run through.

You turn to face Baekhyun and still, breath catching in your throat as you suddenly notice how close he is to you. The light creeping into the room from behind you was slightly illuminating him with how much ever it could reach despite your figure blocking the way. It allows you to see him clearer, to see the way his eyes were trained on your face with an intensity that had your entire body flushing.

Was he staring at me like that in the dark this whole time?

You look away and swallow, raising your head to the switchboard again. Your eyes skim over the multiple switches next to the large rectangular plug and you frown as you notice they’re all turned upwards except the farthest one on the right. You flick it up and immediately flinch as a bright overhead light shines down on the small space in the power room, harsh white entering your eyes.

Baekhyun’s hand quickly comes down on your own hand again, flicking it back down in seconds and you feel your entire body tense as you wait for him to take his hand off while the room plunges back into semi-darkness.

He doesn’t.

You turn to face him and again, he’s looking at you with that same gaze that has your knees feeling weak and your breaths shortening. It makes you feel glad that he’s the one in the way of the light and that the shadows are protecting you because whatever expression you had on your face right now—regardless of the fact that you didn’t know how you were looking at him—you knew you did not want him to see it.

“I have a show,” you mumbled, your voice hoarse. “I need to go.”

“I have been trying to apologise,” he replies, his own voice soft as if to not disturb the terse silence that surrounds the two of you. “I need you to listen.”

“There’s nothing you can say that I haven't already heard,” you say exasperatedly, eyes narrowing at him in frustration—you weren’t sure if it was because of his words or the close proximity. Maybe both. “Just go forth with your own thing, Baekhyun. I'm sure it won't be tasteless anyway.”

His fingers tighten over yours, making you realise that his hand was still over yours. You were starting to worry now because his grip had your hand sweating—your hand that was on top of a switch.

“Can you let that go?” Baekhyun demands with equal frustration. “I was being an idiot.”

“Why is that in past tense? You still are,” you grumble.

At his glare, you snap, “What? Do your fans know that you’re an idiot?”

“They do, actually,” he says wryly. “Do yours know you’re a stubborn headass?”

“Shut up,” you finally spit, your chest feeling like it was going to explode from the way your heart was racing with a million different emotions. “I don't have time for this.”

You snatch your hand away from underneath his.

“I misjudged you,” Baekhyun stated firmly, making you stop and look at him. When he notices you’re finally not trying to get away, he continues, “Or rather, I judged you too quickly. After I went through almost every page on your website, I spoke to Hyungnim. I explained everything that happened and he told me that the reason they personally scouted you to help guide me was because of your expertise knowledge with colours and textures. You’re young and unafraid to experiment, you take risks and pull them off in a way that not many can. There is sophistication and grace to your designs but in ways that are both subtle and bold. You don’t shy away from any style nor do you stick to any particular one. You’re reckless as hell, Y/N, and that normally wouldn’t work as naturally and smoothly as it does for you but somehow it does. Your designs work and you… work. You’re brilliant and I would be honoured to have you guiding me into this competitive field in which I have no prior experience. I understood that you’ll be able to capture the exact element that I’m seeking in my fashion line, Y/N and I know that now. I underestimated you and for that, I’m sincerely sorry.”

You blink at him, feeling absolutely speechless at his unexpected heartfelt words. You feel cold and warm at the same time and there’s a fluttery feeling in your stomach that you don’t trust.

One that was a signal that you needed to leave. Now.

“I need to go,” you mutter softly. You start to step back and your heel suddenly catches on a thin wire.

It all happens very quickly from there—you feel yourself lose balance as you start to fall and a short yelp escapes your lips. Baekhyun quickly raises his arms to wrap around you to help but you panic and try to push him by his chest, the sudden strong force with which you shoved him taking both of you by surprise as he loses his grip too and the next thing you know, you’re falling to the floor and Baekhyun is crashing on top of you.

His hands are quick to slam down on the floor, each hand on the side of your head to stop himself from crushing you but your hands had reflexively gripped the fabric at his hips to reach out and stop your fall, pulling his lower half flush against you. Your breaths are heavy as they intermingle and you blink hazily to bring them back to focus. When you finally come to, you wish you hadn’t because his eyes are wider than you’d ever seen them as they look at your flushed face that was a hair’s breadth away from his. Your breath stops audibly in your throat as your body almost tingles, each sensation and nerve end feeling heightened and you’re suddenly painfully aware of his body against yours, od how small you felt underneath him.

How small and how... extremely submissive.

Baekhyun’s hair is falling on his forehead and his breath tickles your face, his mildly-scented perfume that smelled like fresh meadows intoxicating you as you felt dizzy again—not from the fall but from him.

The voice of reason in your head was barely audible as you laid underneath him, eyes locked with his in that same intense gaze that made it unable to pull away, putting you under his spell and you attempt to take a short breath to clear your brain that seemed to have stopped functioning.

An act that you quickly realise was a mistake because it caused your chest to heave with its deep breath, Baekhyun’s eyes following the movement and you feel a twitch right against your centre.

Oh my god.

His eyes are as wide as yours as they flit back to your face and your body involuntarily shifts to escape him but it worsens the situation—you feel him right up against your core now and the feeling has a small moan involuntarily sounding at the back of your throat, one that would have gone unheard if he couldn’t have felt it reverberate from your chest to his, a defeated groan escaping his own lips as he finally gives in and lowers his head to yours.

Your head presses against the cold tile under it, back digging into the wire that got you into this sinful position in the first place as Baekhyun all but presses you against the floor. His lips are soft and delicate as they kiss you like you were glass, afraid that you’d break while his hands find their way to your hips. You feel his entire weight on you then and you can’t restrain yourself anymore—your fingers are still gripping his jacket at his hips, tight enough to rip the seams and you almost feel lightheaded from the way he feels against you. His lips are like plush satin and you’re already addicted, you can’t pull away even if you tried—you’ve never tasted a kiss this heavenly.

You kiss him back heatedly, greed and lust overtaking your sense of reasoning and restraint as you feel the last of your control slip away. His lips are soft, his face is soft and you want to feel all of it, your hands desperate to mark every inch, feel all of its softness in their entirety without the barrier of clothes and you shift underneath him again to pull him more into you—although you’re not sure if it’s physically possible anymore. You part your legs, raising your knees so that he’s nestled in between your thighs and he wastes no time in immediately moving those dancer hips against you.

You feel his hardness then, all thoughts of his soft-self escaping your head as you moan delightedly, your legs wrapping around his waist to pull him further into you. You mentally thank Seoyeon for choosing the high-slit dress that you were wearing, the material smoothly slipping off your thighs onto the floor and allowing you to wrap your bare thighs around him, feeling the roughness of his pants against your skin. You roll your hips underneath his, feeling your clothed folds mould over his clothed erection and the sensation that sparks over your body is almost enough to get both of you off instantly—the clothes and the position pressing against your clit just right and wrapping around him just right. His long fingers are then brushing against your clothed breast, slipping inside the wide plunge neckline and your nipple immediately hardens underneath his touch and you’re ready to push him off of you and rip off both your clothes because you can’t wait anymore.

And that’s when you hear your name.

“She didn’t tell you where she was going?” You hear a distant voice, male and familiar.

“She was searching for you, Jun Ki! Because you slacked off, she had to go do what you were supposed to be doing so I think it was the power room.”

Seoyeon.

Your body doesn’t freeze this time and instead reacts immediately, hands suddenly gripping Baekhyun’s arms in a panicked frenzy and shoving him off of you. The unexpected move and strength causes him to fall back against a box and you hear a loud yelp followed by a hissed curse.

Oh my god, what the fuck was I doing?

You stare at him in shock and see his eyes close as Baekhyun rubs the back of his head where he’d hit it and you don’t wait as you quickly scramble up, looking almost cartoonish in your hurry as you try not to trip over any more wires. You grab your phone and make it out of the room, the light momentarily blinding you as you run down the hallway, noticing Jun Ki and Seoyeon at the end who stop as soon as they see you materialise as if out of thin air.

Seoyeon’s eyes widen as they rake you from head-to-toe and her mouth drops open as she starts, “Y/N, your makeup and hair, oh my g—”

“I fell down in the power room and a box fell on me,” you quickly say in explanation, grabbing her hand and turning her around, away from the direction of the power room. “We don’t have time, how long till I have to be on stage?”

She gives you a look of disbelief and you shake your head at her in a silent gesture to explain later as Jun Ki adjusts his earpiece and answers, “They’re wrapping it up, designer on stage in five minutes.”

Cursing loudly, the three of you take off down the hall to backstage where your team would have to work miracles and get you fixed and ready for your stage in less than three minutes.

Your eyes catch Baekhyun’s when you’re making your speech as he walks through the aisles back to his seat. You don’t look at him for too long but you can sense his unwavering gaze on you from your peripheral the entire time. Not daring to lock eyes with him again, you don’t stick around for too long on the stage once you hear the applause and start to head back.

You walk to your separate room where Seoyeon is waiting for you already. A few members of the crew are with her and once they see you and realise that the show is over, they quickly head out to the models’ dressing room to help.

Seoyeon waits until everyone is out of the room to speak. She watches silently as you sit down on the plush seat in front of the dressing table before finally asking, “So what’s going on?”

You blink at her in the mirror. “What?”

She shoots you a look that says ‘don’t-play-dumb-with-me’ as she clarifies, “You and Baekhyun. What’s happening?”

“Seoyeon, what—?”

“I’d appreciate it if you didn’t lie to me, Y/N.” She cut you off with a look and you stopped, giving her reflection a sheepish glance.

“I saw the way he looked at you when he walked back to the show,” she continued. “He was there with you, wasn’t he? What happened at the power room?”

You stay silent—not because you don’t wish to answer but because you don’t know what to say. She senses this as she guesses hesitantly, “Did you two…?”

“No, no, nothing at all!” You quickly reply, eyes widening at the mirror.

“But your makeup was—”

“Okay, we kind of made out? But it was nothing, I swear.”

“Y/N,” she closed her eyes in frustration before snapping them open to glare at you. “What? You made out? That’s nothing?”

“Nothing happened, Seoyeonie,” you insist, removing the clips from your hair. “We just got caught in the heat of the moment and it just… happened. Don’t worry about it.”

She stays quiet, watching you unfurl your hair from the gold flower brooch before asking, “Why are you hiding then?”

You pause, your eyes meeting hers in the mirror and she continues, “If it was nothing and you were just fooling around, why’d you run after the show and hide out here? You know he’s searching for you and was trying to get your attention during the stage. Why are you avoiding him?”

You’re silent, thoughts blanking as you try to find an excuse but she’s already beating you to it, her tone accusatory as she says, “You like him. If you were just fooling around, you’d have been done with it by now and gotten it out of your system. But you’re hiding instead because you like him and you have feelings.”

“That’s ridiculous!” You sputtered. “You’re being delusional. I’m hiding because I’m embarrassed, his manager literally handed him over to me by asking me to guide him. I don’t think this is the guiding he meant so excuse me for hiding from him.”

Seoyeon stares at you in the mirror, her expression clear that she didn’t believe a word you were saying. You’re about to start defending yourself again when she says, “Don’t do it.”

You blink. “What?”

“Don’t fall for him. He's an idol. It’ll be complicated, messy, you’ll probably have more of a relationship with his answering machine than him. You’ll get hurt, Y/N.”

You’re quiet, your hand repeatedly rubbing over your left eye even though the makeup was completely gone and you were almost seeing stars now as you stop and mutter, “No one is falling for anyone.” You pause before saying, “Also if that was about him travelling, it’s the same vice-versa. When have I ever been in the same place for too long?”

“That’s not the point. It’s not the same. The point is that he’s an idol. If the media or public knows, the amount of hate you’ll get is unfathomable.”

“Isn’t that the point of a secret relationship then?” You question. “It’s not like idols don’t date at all.”

“Idols date. This is EXO, though. That's not just a mere idol.”

“You're overreacting, Seoyeonie. Its—”

“You’re not the only one who could get hurt,” Seoyeon snapped, taking you aback with her sudden sharpness. At your expression, she lowers her tone as she says, “You have any idea how fragile these idols' reputations are, Y/N? One scandal and he could be destroyed. Fans can either make or break him, they literally think that they own him.”

You stare at her with wide eyes, taken aback by her outburst as you feel your heart race in your chest. You think back frantically whether anyone was near that power room – anyone besides Seoyeon and Jun Ki, anyone who could have caught you.

Seoyeon watches your face before snorting as she stands up, turning around. “No one's falling, my ass.” She reaches the door and stops before glancing at you, her expression softening as she sees your face. “I don't want you to get hurt, Y/N. I'm saying it as your friend.”

You nod, your voice small as you say, “Yeah, I know. Thanks.”

“I'll see you tomorrow.”

[10:00PM]

Time seemed to move at a snail’s pace that night as you waited for the arena to clear out. Seoyeon knew what you were doing even without waiting around with you as you hid out in your dressing room. She left shortly after the models did and only pressed her lips together when you told her to text you if he was still waiting at the arena.

He was. Seoyeon texted the confirmation followed seconds later by, ‘I’m telling him that you left so he will go home,’ before you could even respond.

You headed out hours later and by the time you reached back at your hotel, it was close to midnight. You stepped out of the shower and stood in front of the mirror, drying your hair when you heard the bell ring.

You paused, wondering about the time. You were sure it was too late into the night (or too early into the morning) for housekeeping and you glanced at your phone to check if Seoyeon sent you any messages about coming over.

Confused, you headed to the door and opened it just enough to peek outside, eyes widening when you saw Baekhyun standing there, shifting his weight from one foot to the other.

“Baekhyun,” you said his name in surprise instead of a greeting, opening the door wider and lowering your other hand from the towel on your head. “What are you doing here?”

His eyes quickly flitted across your bathrobe and wet hair, looking slightly nervous. “Hey. You didn’t sleep yet?”

You shoot him a strange look. “No, I just… finished showering.”

He nods, glancing down the hallway as if it to check if anyone was around. You furrow your eyebrows in confusion, using this moment to quickly look him over as you realise he’d showered too—what little of his hair was peeking out of the bucket hat that he’d worn looked damp, his face mask was pulled low on his neck and he was wearing a plain white crew-neck sweater beneath a black leather jacket and dark navy jeans.

That’s when you notice it:

A small red scratch right below his right ear, insignificant enough to go unnoticed but pink enough to bring back the familiar clenching of your insides in the same way that they did in the power room.

Baekhyun turns to look at you again and you quickly shift your gaze back to his face, biting your lip and raising your eyebrows as if you hadn’t been staring at the mark you’d left on his skin.

He hesitates and you’re about to ask if there’s something he wants when he finally asks, “Do you want to grab some dinner?”

You blink, not having expected those words as you say the first thing that comes to your mind, “It’s one in the morning.”

“Breakfast, then,” he grins. When you still gape at him, he explains, “I heard one of the models say that she’s envious of the way you don’t eat anything during your shows and still manage to pull through an entire day with just a coffee. That’s not really healthy, you know.”

You nod slowly, momentarily confused and wishing he hadn’t heard it as you already get enough earfuls from Seoyeon for your eating habits.

“Um,” you pause as you try to justify it. “It’s just that I’d not eat anything and stay focused rather than eat and risk indigestion because of my nerves.”

Baekhyun looks confused at your words as he cocks his head at you, raising an eyebrow as he asks slowly, “But you’d risk chances of passing out during a show because of fatigue?”

You scowl at him. “Did Seoyeon pay you to buy me a meal or something?”

He rolls his eyes at that, his nervous demeanour momentarily forgotten as he huffs at your question. “I can afford to buy us both a meal, Y/N.” He pauses. “And I will. If you let me.”

You stare at him wordlessly, Seoyeon’s warnings ringing in your head like a siren. You shouldn’t. You know that. You know you shouldn’t.

You shouldn’t, you shouldn’t, you shouldn’t.

You bite your lower lip slightly, hesitating and you can see a flicker of worry in Baekhyun’s big doe-eyes. His face starts to fall, the hopeful look dissipating into nothing as if he can almost guess what you’re thinking—but you know that’s impossible, he had no idea about the doubts running rampant in your head right now. He was probably worried about you accepting his apology.

Baekhyun waits patiently for your answer, his fingers tightening around the stem of a bouquet that you didn’t realise he’d been holding until then, the flowers hidden behind his legs.

He grips the stem tightly and you can almost feel the grip in your chest, suffocating you as you think ‘Ishouldn’tIshouldn’tIshouldn’t’.

You look up and meet his eyes, the finality in your own causing his to widen as he anticipates your response and you take a breath before asking, “Would you like to come in? You can wait inside while I get dressed.”

Baekhyun blinks as if processing your words, and you can see the thousand thoughts flitting across his eyes as he replies, “No, I’ll wait out here, it’s okay.”

You open the door wider and shoot him a look, sighing dramatically as you say, “I’ve been holding the door open for a whole minute now, my arm is getting tired, the clock is ticking, restaurants are closing, your hair is greying—”

“Okay, okay, calm down,” he chuckles, making you grin at him which made him reciprocate as you step aside, your shoulders and chest suddenly feeling lighter as he walks in. You gingerly hold his sleeve, stopping him at your side and he glances down at you in surprise.

“Your hand,” you mumble, trying to look at the bouquet. “What is that?”

“What?” He looked confused before glancing down and exclaiming, “Oh, right! Here.” He hands you the bouquet hastily as if he hadn’t realised he’d been holding it until then, an arrangement of pale hydrangeas held together by a purple ribbon. Your eyes widen as you look at him in question and he explains, “Your last tweet was that you wished to hold some real hydrangeas after stitching fake ones on the model’s blouse so here. It’s an apology and for your successful show despite the… anyway, congratulations.”

You mumble thanks, unable to look him in the eye as you stare at the hydrangeas, feeling your heart warm slightly at the unexpected gesture as you wonder where he got fresh flowers so late in the night. You look up to ask him the same and the words stop on your tongue as you realise he’s leaning against the wall, looking down at you with a soft smile that made you forget what you were even going to ask in the first place.

“Why don’t you get dressed?” He teases, his eyes twinkling as he smiles cheerfully at you. “And I’ll show you where I got them from.”

A slow grin comes over your face and you bite your lip as he answered your unasked question, trying to suppress it the best you can as you nod silently and close the door behind you, turning to head to your bathroom and change.

Seoyeon’s words were still echoing in the back of your mind but you decided to ignore it for now.

For now, you just wanted to see where the night goes.

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DUBAI 2019 [August 26th, 2:00PM]

Chapter 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 T/W: smut, cursing Words: 8078

“Colour blocking and minimalism,” you state, gesturing to the board where you’d presented a layout of some mannequins wearing your designs. “Both of these aspects will be the focus of this season, without either overpowering the other, but instead finding a way for both to complement each other and be incorporated together.”

Bonjour’s chief editor watches you with careful interest as your voice echoes around the conference room, the table of the entire team taking notes as you switch through the slides on the screen. Your eyes catch Seoyeon who is standing at the back of the room against the wall, her face cast in a frown as she stares down at her phone.

“The concept is simple,” you explain, glancing at Seoyeon before turning to those at the table as you continue. “Incorporating the basic colour theory into what would otherwise be a plain outfit. Emphasising on the interactions between hues, brightness and saturation, we will combine and harmonise colours together so as to produce a range of monochromatic, analogous and alternate analogous looks as we can see in these designs.”

One of the co-directors asks about the outfit on the corner right and the chief editor answers him, gesturing to the screen. Seoyeon looks up from her phone then and you raise your eyebrow in question.

‘Baekhyun,’ she mouths, making your eyes widen slightly and Seoyeon immediately shakes her head, raising her hands in a gesture to make you calm down.

She rolls her eyes as you make your way towards the water cooler next to her, asking loudly, “Does anyone want water?” before muttering lowly under your breath, “What happened?

“He just texted me asking where you are and why you’re not responding to his messages,” Seoyeon whispered. “I told him about the presentation, its fine, go give Jennie her water.”

You stand back with Seoyeon as one of the art directors from your crew head to the front of the room to continue the presentation. You feel Seoyeon’s gaze on you, wondering why you looked like you hadn’t slept a lot but as you turned to her and faked a sheepish smile, she rolls her eyes before turning back to the screen, concluding that you’d just had fun with your boyfriend after several months apart.

You don’t mention the sudden mood-shift that had occurred last night—the way you’d seen Baekhyun wearied down with immense stress suddenly as he sat in your bed, waiting for you from the shower. You’d expected him to crash after all the activities that you’d just done in the bath together but had noticed him checking his phone as you’d gotten into bed, sighing at the warmth of the soft sheets against your skin.

Your eyes were almost closing lazily when you’d suddenly noticed his entire demeanour change. His shoulders had tensed, eyebrows furrowing and those lips that you’d kissed swollen just an hour ago form that half-frown and half-pout that hurt you every time you saw it.

“What’s wrong?” You’d finally asked when he seemed to be unable to lower the phone, eyes transfixed on the screen as he read.

“Hmm?” Baekhyun had let out a distracted hum, forcing himself to sound nonchalant. “Nothing, let’s sleep. I have to be up early for the shoot tomorrow.”

“Baek,” you frown, starting to sit up slightly as you grew more worried at the way he’d been deflecting your concern. “What happened? Is it Hyungnim?”

“No, no, it's nothing, don't worry about it,” Baekhyun reassures you, finally keeping his phone aside.

You’d started to prod further but he’d flicked the light off, plunging the room in darkness and effectively silencing your concern. You’d moved closer to his chest, one arm curling in between your bodies while you wrapped the other around his waist. He’d reflexively wrapped his own around your shoulders, pulling you into him as he stretched the other over the pillow above your head.

You were closing your eyes, almost falling asleep until you felt his fingers drum lightly against your shoulder, a habit of his whenever he was restless.

You waited for his breaths to become slow and deep but his chest remained tense beneath your face, fingers still drumming.

Gripping his hip then, you’d finally pulled back to look at him and Baekhyun lowered his gaze to you immediately.

The window to your room was right behind you and the city lights outside cast a glow on his face that allowed you to see him clearly, the way his forehead was creased with worry and his entire body was tense.

It almost reminded you of that day in the power room, so many years ago when he’d stared at you like you were the only thing he could see which was ironic cause you were in the shadows and he was in the light—you’d seen him better than he could see you.

Except last night, his eyes had looked like they were faraway, a thousand conflicting emotions burning in them. You’d raised your hand then, laying it on his cheek in silent question.

Baekhyun is quiet and you began to think he wasn’t going to answer until his lips part, the words softly escaping his mouth, “It’s the fans.”

You’d immediately frowned. “The fans? What about them?”

“They’re not very supportive about the new project, about SuperM,” he admits with a sigh, sitting up as he ran his hand tiredly over his face. “I expected this but it’s... I don't know, they seem paranoid and upset about it. Their words about Jonginie and me are...”

Harsh. Cruel. Brutal. He doesn’t say it and he doesn’t have to because his grip tightening around your waist is enough to know that he’s thinking it.

Your heart fell as you could only imagine what they’d been saying. It wasn’t new to you—in fact, you were only too familiar with it for every time they slandered Baekhyun on any social media, you were the first one reading through all the posts and feeling your heart shatter into pieces as you prayed fervently that he wasn’t reading through them on the other side of the globe, wherever he was.

You knew this was a hard year for him. With the enlistments of Minseok Hyung and Kyungsoo, all the fans were disoriented enough that the whole announcement of an entirely new super unit was only adding oil to the flames. Even when Baekhyun had excitedly told you about the project, your first emotion was worry as you fretted over his schedule that was only bound to get more hectic with this.

And as if that wasn’t bad enough, of course, the words that a few irrelevant and insensitive fans used only drove in the knife further.

Baekhyun’s fingers were absentmindedly drawing circles on your hips now and you rubbed the pad of your thumb over his cheek, making his gaze focus on you once again.

“Hey,” you whisper. “It’s okay. Those are just a handful of worried fans. There’s a lot more loyal eris there right now, all looking forward to this project and your stage. You know that as well as I do. Don’t worry too much about the few, Baek. It’s okay. This is literally a super group—once that video drops, they’re all going to shut the fuck up right then and there. They’re going to regret everything negative they ever said and reconsider their life decisions. You’ll give them a full blown existential crisis, I swear to you.”

Baek chuckles loudly, his chest reverberating beneath your hand as he smiles at you, grip tightening on your waist. You’d leaned forward to press a gentle reassuring kiss to his mouth then, continuing as genuinely as you could, “Don’t pay attention to them. There's one exol out there loving you twice as hard for every one who doesn’t. And even if they don't, it's okay cause you have me. And no one is going to love you as much as I do.”

“This is sweet and all, Y/N but I’m the cheesy one in this relationship, remember?” Baekhyun reminds you and you’d promptly slapped his chest, muttering, “Shut up, you love me.”

“That, I do,” He’d admitted, pressing a kiss to your forehead before settling down into bed with you. He didn’t say anything after that but his tight grip around you and the way he smiled against your head was enough to know that he was better.

As his breaths finally quieten and deepen, he softly whispers, “I’m glad you’re here. I really… really missed you.”

You’d hugged him tightly then, feeling the weight of his words, hearing all the underlying love in it.

It killed you every time you’d seen his name in an article this entire year—he’d been having back-to-back promotions and schedules, and it didn’t help to see him grow thinner as the months went on. You’d been so ecstatic during his debut as a soloist, a dream that he’d only mentioned abashedly to you as if it was too far out of reach. He’d even commented that you were more excited than him when the schedules had dropped because you knew more than anyone, he was more ready than ever to finally become a soloist and fully explore his creative potential and vocal range in his own album.

You needed this. Both of you did. Even if you didn’t have many days together at Dubai, he was home in your arms and you’d missed him more than you deemed possible.

You blinked as you heard an applause, startling from your thoughts to see that your colleague had just finished her segment of the presentation. Seoyeon nudges you forward to wrap it up and you head back to the front of the room.

After about an hour, the meeting dismisses and you retreat from the conference hall. You've just sat down in your office when you hear the door open. Your eyes widen when you see Baekhyun enter, dressed head-to-toe in black, complete with a bucket hat and a mask over his face and Seoyeon in tow.

“If you let him out of this office, I won't care and will stab you in front of everyone here, Y/N, do not go wandering off without telling me,” Seoyeon threatened, waving a stapler in your direction before stepping back out of your office, shutting the door behind her.

Baekhyun looks over at you, glancing at the door in worry. “She seems stressed.”

You shake your head at him, smiling. “She’s right though, you should be careful when you walk around here. Since it’s a new team, they already think I’m gay due to the lack of gossip and relationship rumours so I’d rather keep it that way.”

He raises an eyebrow at this, smirking suddenly. “Maybe I should anonymously release those pics from my secret folder of you then, those will certainly prove a point or two—”

The phone on your desk rings, cutting him off and you shoot him a warning glare as you pick up.

Seoyeon’s voice immediately says, “Hey, there’s a package for you, do you want me to—?”

“I'll come get it,” you respond, gesturing to Baekhyun as you hang up. “Wait here, I’ll be right back. Just hide behind the desk.”

You leave your office, walking to Seoyeon where she stood with the delivery man. She was overlooking the bill as you stood beside her, glancing at the board she held. “Jute and taffeta?”

“It’s there.” She peers over the window to the right, glancing down at the vans that were parked in front of the office. “I’ll send someone to check anyway and show them to the warehouse.” She turns to you, shooting you a look. “I’ll take care of everything outside so why don’t you just stay in your office?”

You roll your eyes before nodding and turn around, heading back to your office and closing the door firmly behind you. You frown as you notice the empty space, eyes scanning all over your office as you search for your missing boyfriend.

You’re about to call his name aloud when he raises his head from behind the desk where he'd been crouching.

“Oh wow,” you grin, blinking in genuine surprise. “I almost didn’t see you there.”

Baekhyun sits down in your leather seat, smiling as he crosses his arms on the desk. “I like this seat. And this desk. And you sitting here.”

You raise an eyebrow in question, smiling amusedly at his words and he grins, responding to your unasked question, “I'm getting some kind of power rush sitting here.”

You move your hand towards the door, shifting the knob so it locks as you cock your head at him. “What do you mean ‘power rush’?”

“It’s cool to sit at an official desk like this, with some high spinning chair. Like a rich CEO from a drama.”

You walk to him then and stop in front of the desk, eyes still watching him. Baekhyun grins as he meets your careful gaze. “What?”

You pursue your lips, wondering if you should press forward with the risky game you were thinking. “Nothing,” you finally say.

“Tell me.”

“I can’t decide if you look like a baby and whether I should coo at how small you look in my chair or if you look hot and all boss-like and whether I should—”

You stop as you get the reaction that you;d been wanting, watching him switch in front of your eyes like he always did on stage—the crinkling, smiling eyes relaxing and his pouty lips parting as he straightens in the seat, crossing his hands in front of him. His gaze is dark and impenetrable as it locks with yours and your brain almost short-circuits at how intensely you feel it, your nerves suddenly heightening as your body temperature rises from just his eyes alone.

Baekhyun raises an eyebrow at your silence. “Have you decided?”

You don't say anything and his hand takes your reading glasses from the desk, leaning forward. You lean over the desk involuntarily and he lays them over your face, biting his lower lip as he sits back to look at you, hand reaching out to tug on the strings of the front of your blouse. The bow at the collar comes undone in his deft fingers, the strings hanging down and exposing the deep plunge-neck of your blouse that now displayed a generous amount of your cleavage underneath with the way you were leaning forward. You watch your boyfriend’s pupils dilate as his gaze immediately drops to your chest, his long fingers tightening on the end of the strings. Feeling a burst of confidence that made you throw caution to the wind, you raised your leg and threw it over the desk.

Baekhyun’s eyes widen then, lips parting as his eyes remain transfixed with yours. He sits back in your chair, losing his powerful demeanour momentarily as you climb over the desk and move towards him on your knees. The desk isn’t as large as your conference table—your hands are already gripping the edge of the desk on his side as you perch over it. You can hear every breath he's taking and his stare won't break away from yours, the intensity of your locked gazes almost making the air surrounding the two of you hotter. You raise your hand to clutch the front of his jacket, slightly tugging him forward.

You don't have to try very hard as Baekhyun eagerly moves forward on the seat and meets your mouth in a desperate kiss. His hands move to grab your arms as he roughly yanks you forward from the desk and you let out a slight squeal as your hands reflexively grab the armrests of his seat to stop your fall. You manage to land clumsily on his lap and Baekhyun helps adjust your position, hands working at the speed of light to tug your pencil skirt up your thighs.

“Is this glued on, why the fuck is it so tight?” Baekhyun finally grits out and you can’t help but laugh at the annoyance in his tone, making him shoot an incredulous look at you while you whip off the glasses and throw it back on the desk.

“Are you laughing right now?” He demands in disbelief, hands momentarily stopping and resting on your thighs. “Woman, you're wearing sexcretary glasses and looking like an eight-course meal with your shirt open and your hair hanging down right now. I'm trying to fuck you here and you're laughing.”

“Here, let me,” you say to relieve his frustration, yanking the skirt up over your ass and bunching it around your hips. Baekhyun lets out a relieved sigh when his hands finally feel up your exposed thighs.

You straddled him more comfortably now, feeling his hardness press up into the tight space between your thighs that seemed a lot smaller with the constraints of the skirt. You bite down on your lip to hold back the sounds that were threatening to leave your mouth as you feel his fingers slip under the thin lace of your panties, shifting it over the curve of your ass and running his digits teasingly over your slit.

You’ve yanked down his sweatpants by then, not bothering to take it off as you pull out his cock and smile slightly when it almost smacks him against his stomach.

“Careful, I have to go back to the set in these,” he mutters as you adjust your position, hovering slightly above him and holding his length as you slowly slide down.

“Relax, I have a million shirts here for you,” you respond with a sigh as you feel him fully inside you. You grab his shoulders for support, flipping your head slightly so your hair is away from your back as you begin moving your hips slowly.

Baekhyun tugs on the front of your blouse then, making you glance at him.

“Take it off,” he states and you shoot him a look to which he takes a deep breath and you immediately know he’s going to start his stupid rant about how long it’s been as he opens his mouth wide and loudly starts, “Three months since I saw my girlfriend’s—”

You slap your palm over his mouth and use your other hand to start tugging your blouse off. Baekhyun smiles as he kisses your hand, moving your hand away for you to easily pull the garment off. You yank it off your neck, tossing it aside and feel his hands move to your back, unclasping your bra and tugging it off your arms quickly.

“You’re so fucking tight,” Baekhyun grunts and grips your waist tighter then, watching you as you throw your head back and began moving your hips against his, bouncing on his cock. Your hands found his shoulders again as you bucked your hips faster and faster, desperate to reach your high as you fucked yourself on his length like a madwoman. Heavy, uneven breaths left your parted lips as you felt his thick cock reach deep inside you and hitt you right where you needed him. You moan aloud when Baekhyun suddenly lurches forward on the seat, mouth latching onto your bouncing breast and fingers digging into your hips as he begins thrusting his hips up into you.

“Fuck, yeah,” you groan, feeling your lower stomach tightening with the familiar knot as your orgasm drew closer. You closed your eyes tightly, focusing on the pleasure building in your veins when suddenly, a loud ringing interrupts your breathy whines.

Your eyes snapped open and you turned to look at the phone ringing on the desk. Baekhyun tightens his grip on your waist as he pushes the seat forward, bringing both of you closer to reach the phone. You shoot him a warning look as you pick up the phone, forcing yourself to sound normal as you answer, “Yeah, Seoyeon?”

“Grazia is calling about the article,” she informs you, seeming oblivious to what was going on within the walls of the room, outside which she sat. “They’re asking when you’re free to discuss all the pieces from this line.”

You bite down on your lip harshly enough to draw blood as Baekhyun presses your back into the desk until the edge is digging into your skin while he sucks and bites your nipple noisily with his wet lips, purposely being louder and rougher so as to make you slip.

“This-this weekend,” you stutter, your voice sounding breathy despite your efforts to stay composed. You almost curse out loud as you feel the sharp sting when his teeth sink into your breast in a particularly playful nibble and you hurriedly answer, “This weekend or any day after that is fine.”

There’s a pause and you can hear the disbelief as she starts, “Y/N, are you-oh my g—”

You hang up immediately and almost shriek as Baekhyun wraps his arms around you and lifts you onto the desk, sitting you on the edge of it. Your eyes lock as he grabs the sides of your neck and starts slamming into you, reminding you of another time that he’d taken you on the desk in your office.

“Yeah, right there, fuck,” you breathe as he keeps thrusting roughly and quickly into you. Your eyes roll back in your head when you feel his hand on your other breast that hadn’t been sucked raw by his mouth earlier, thumb and forefinger tugging and tweaking the nipple and sending sparks of pleasure all through you.

You grab his head as you hear him groan, crashing your lips against his in a fierce kiss to stifle your moan as he cums inside you, flooding you with his warm white heat. Your walls pulsate around his length as your own orgasm takes over you right after him, your entire body shuddering as you cream over his cock.

Baekhyun circles his arms around you as he holds you to him, his member softening inside you as he heavily sits back down onto the seat, pulling you with him and adjusting you over his lap. You can’t feel your thighs as you sigh softly against his neck, feeling him drop a kiss on the top of your head the way he always does after sex.

You’ve lost count of how many times he’s done it but you definitely knew that it’d been more than three years of it and still never failed to make you smile.

“When do you have to leave?” You murmur softly, glancing at him.

Baekhyun hummed softly, his chest reverberating against your bare one. “I have time. My schedule is done for the day.”

“Whoa, what, really?” You blink in surprise, straightening in his arms to look at him properly.

“Yeah, tomorrow is Taemin-ie’s shoots,” he replies, thinking for a moment before continuing, “And then the rest of the group. Don’t worry, I get to rest now. You have me for all of today.”

You straighten completely then, leaning back against the desk to grin down at him. “Seriously?”

Baekhyun nods, smiling at your excitement and leans forward to kiss you sweetly. You circle your arms around his neck and push him slightly onto the seat as you kiss him harder. His hand reaches for your chest again and—

The phone blares loudly, interrupting both of you again. You sigh in frustration as you swivel the seat towards the desk and press the button to answer it.

Seoyeon’s voice sounds rushed as she says, “Yeah, hey, I’m sorry but Yeong Jae wants to see you and you need to… stop whatever you’re doing.”

“Who?” You demand, furrowing your eyebrows in confusion as you glance at your notepad on the table with your schedule.

“Kim Yeong Jae?” Seoyeon repeats in hopes to trigger your memory. “Bonjour’s assistant editor?”

Shit.

“What? Now?” You shoot Baekhyun a wide-eyed look before scrambling off of his lap, stumbling to the floor since your legs have gone numb. He quickly reaches for you, grabbing your arms and helping you up as you say, “We were together for hours during the entire meeting and it’s almost been an hour since then, why hasn’t he left yet?”

“Yeah, about that.” She drops her tone when she murmurs the next words, “I don't think he wants to be 'conference-together' with you.”

Baekhyun shoots the phone a look and you don’t meet his gaze as you quickly snatch the phone up, taking it off speaker.

“I’ll call you back, let me just hide him,” you say hurriedly before hanging up.

“What’s going on?” Baekhyun looks at you in confusion as you grab your blouse from the floor and quickly pull it on. It’s halfway around your neck when you realise Baekhyun is holding up your bra with a flat expression.

“Damn it,” you hiss, peeling off the shirt again and snatching the bra from his hands, quickly clasping it behind you as you mutter, “Okay, you need to hide. This guy from the magazine wants to talk about something and it probably won’t take too long so just hide for now.”

He frowns, still seeming off-sorts as he nods and begins to crawl under the desk.

“Wait, no, Baek,” you say, grabbing his arm as you gesture to the gap down. “Not there, he’ll see your feet at the bottom. And he has this habit of walking around when he talks so he’d definitely notice you.”

Baekhyun frowns at your words as he straightens, watching as you struggle to pull your blouse on quickly and tie the knot at the neck. “Has he been here a lot or something? Who is this guy?”

It hadn’t clicked for him yet.

“Assistant editor, it's fine, I'll explain later,” you reply quickly, not wanting him to dwell on the familiar name as you wave off his concern and grab his arm, looking around. Your eyes fall on the wide closet that is opposite your desk, against the wall and close to the door. You open it hurriedly, shoving the garments in the left side to the top shelf with enough space for him to fit inside. You pull him to it, instructing, “Just get in the closet.”

“God, this is ridiculous,” Baekhyun mutters as he crawls inside the wardrobe, folding his legs to fit all of him. He glares at you as you tuck his shirt to his side and give him an apologetic smile before closing the door.

“There’s vents through here so you can breathe, don’t worry,” you whisper, running your hands down the front of the closet with its narrow parallel lines.

“And see,” you hear his slightly muffled grumble.

“Just a couple minutes,” you promise, stepping away from the closet to straighten your hair and clothes. You glance at the mirror on the right door of the closet and once you’re sure you look semi-decent, you stride quickly back to your desk and sit down, dialling Seoyeon.

Yeong Jae walks in even before you place the phone down, smiling as he enters.

“Y/N,” He greets and your smile falters at his casual tone, your plan of keeping this conversation brief and formal out the window as soon as he uttered your name with such familiarity.

Yeong Jae and you had first met in Venice several months ago when you’d flown out to research the fashion scene in Italy by yourself and with Seoyeon, of course. The timing hadn’t been right—supplies and stocks had been low since you’d reached later than the others, you had your deadline for the fashion line at Dubai approaching closer and you’d been stressed.

Yeong Jae had taken an interest in you as you went around visiting all your mentors from your apprenticeship days—he’d arrived weeks earlier with a team from Bonjour since they were doing a documentary on the behind-the-scenes of launching a fashion line. He’d been helpful since his project helped him know exactly which places had exactly which raw materials that you needed.

But then he’d been too helpful, much too eager to help you.

Fortunately for you, you’d had the perfect excuse—it was time for you to leave again. You were purely there for business and he had to respect that.

The problem here was that Baekhyun did not know about these interactions. And he didn’t need to which was why you had to get this man out of your office before he said anything stupid.

“Hello, Yeong Jae,” you greet him politely, crossing your arms. “What can I do for you?”

“Oh, nothing as such,” Yeong Jae grins, crossing his arms over his pristine suit as he flashes you his charming smile. He cocks his head thoughtfully as he says, “It's been a while since the last time we met, hasn’t it? When was it? Seven months ago? Venice?”

Goddamnit.

You wince internally as you nod and say, “Yeah, Venice.”

He nods enthusiastically. “Oh yeah, materials for this fashion line, right? It looks really fantastic, I have to tell you. Truly your best, I think.”

You smile then, shoulders slumping slightly as you thank him sincerely.

“Yeah, well.” Yeong Jae strides forward slowly then, hands gripping on to the top of the seat opposite your desk. Your gaze falls on the closed closet behind him before flying back up to him.

God, leave, why won’t you leave?

“It's been a while. How have you been?” He continues his stupid small talk.

“Well, busy, actually,” you emphasise in an effort to show him your disinterest for any suggestions that he is probably already cooking in his head. “It's a bit better now that I'm close to launching everything but there’s still more to do.”

“Yeah, I guessed,” Yeong Jae nods, eyes raking over you sympathetically. “You look a bit tense actually. What do you say about grabbing dinner tonight?”

There it is.

“Oh, I'm sorry, I have plans actually.” You pull out your best apologetic expression with the tone to match. “I have to run through the photographs of the fashion week with a couple of magazines.”

“How about tomorrow night then?”

You’re already ready with the excuse—dinner with family cause you obviously cannot cancel on family—but he beats you to it, moving to stand right in front of your desk now with his hands on the edge as he leans over it, face hovering above yours.

“Let me guess, plans tomorrow night too, huh?” He asks, raising an eyebrow at you inquisitively. “You know I'm starting to see a pattern here. Do you have something against dinner, Y/N?”

His tone is playful and teasing but you can hear the underlying annoyance at being put off every time, a subtle pry.

“Even in Venice,” Yeong Jae prods when you don’t respond. “I thought I could show you around the city but you said you were busy then too.”

“I know my way around Venice, Yeong Jae,” you respond, which wasn’t a lie. “Too well, trust me.”

He shakes his head, smiling. “That's not the point and you know it. But let's say it is. I don't know my way around Dubai and you've been here for a little more than a year now. You can't show me around a great restaurant, can you?”

You don't say anything because unfortunately, he has put you on right on the spot with his question and you're struggling to keep your eyes on his face when you can feel a familiar gaze burning into you from the closet behind Yeong Jae.

“It's not dinner you're against, is it?” He says. “It's me?”

You’re quiet, your brain scrambling for excuses. You choose to not lie then because you know he's caught you and is entirely too stubborn to let it go. Deciding to neither deny nor agree, you instead say, “I'm sorry, Yeong Jae.”

He cocks his head, raising an eyebrow in surprise at your easy defeat. “So? What's the reason? Are you really gay like all your co-workers say?”

Whoa.

You narrow your eyes at the unexpected question, frowning. “I really don't think that's any of your—”

“It’s a yes or no question, Y/N,” Yeong Jae’s voice sounds indignant for the first time since you’ve know him, his eyes narrowing accusingly at you. “Or at least give me a maybe, cause I can work with that. You refusing me every time I ask you out is kind of starting to annoy me now so if you're playing hard to get, you aren't supposed to carry the game on this long, babe.”

“Do not call me babe,” you immediately state sharply, your tone no longer polite nor friendly. “If you’re annoyed at my refusal, you're going to have to deal with that yourself, Yeong Jae. I'm not obligated to go out with you if you keep asking me over and over again nor if it annoys you when I refuse. I'm not interested in you and that’s something you need to accept.”

“I will when you give me a reason because I can’t accept 'not interested'. Have you seen us together? That fashion week we went to at Venice, do you remember the tabloids?”

Yes. Yes, you do, far too well – because the bright happy man whose gaze was scorching into you from the closet right now had gone so incredibly quiet over the phone when he’d seen those wretched headlines that you had to fly out in between your fashion week and see him and hold him until he wasn’t shaking anymore in the fear that he was losing you.

If it hadn’t clicked before for Baekhyun who the man in your office was, it definitely had now.

You’d closed your eyes involuntarily at his words and your silence makes Yeong Jae continue in a less condescending tone and almost persuasive as he says, “We look great together Y/N. If you gave us a chance, it'd be really great. I think, even for your brand.”

You scoff at this, incredulous at even hearing the suggestion as you narrow your eyes at him. “Pretty sure my brand is doing great enough without me dating someone just for the headlines.”

“Who said it’s just for the headlines?” He gave you a suggestive smirk and you were positive that your blood was boiling at this point.

And the fact that Baekhyun was overhearing this entire conversation with basically a front-row seat was your worst nightmare turned reality.

“You should leave, Mr Kim.” You tone is firm as you stand up. “Unlike you, I'm busy. Don’t you have articles to write?”

“Give me your reason and I will.” He steps back from leaning over the table, crossing his arms as if to tower over you even though the desk was between the two of you. “I told you, I'm not leaving this until you tell me. Is there another guy?”

“You can think whatever you want, Yeong Jae. Whatever helps you sleep better. Or not. I don’t care.”

“So you are lesbian then?”

“Get your nosy reporter ass out of my office, Kim,” you grit out, glaring at him.

“You know, I can just say you're lesbian and this entire reputation you’ve built can go to crumbs just like that. I can take your riches back to those rags you came from.”

You can’t help the loud boisterous laugh that escapes as you hear the ridiculous threat. Yeong Jae scowls at your reaction and his hands clench into fists on the desk, head lowering as he grits his teeth. Your eyes widen then as you see the closet door opening and Baekhyun looked angrier than you’d ever seen him, his eyes narrowed into slits. You shake your head vehemently and Yeong Jae lifts his head to look at you, making you freeze and regain a poker expression.

“That’s cute, Kim,” You respond with a grin to infuriate him more. “Real cute that you think you can destroy me. You should bottle all that confidence and sell it somewhere, maybe then you'd finally make all that money and headlines that you're so desperate for. If you don't get out of my office right now, I'm going to call security.”

“Seoyeon, is it? You two seem rather close,” Yeong Jae warns, gesturing to the door by cocking his head in its direction. “I'll release articles that you’re in a relationship with that assistant of yours.”

You look at him like he's an idiot—which, considering the last few minutes, he definitely is. “What are you, in sixth grade? Unlike your frenzied readers who read your trashy gossip columns about which celebrity looks fatter during pregnancy, Yeong Jae, people love me for my talent, my designs and my work. Not my face so go ahead and do your worst. You have my blessings.”

You pick up the phone on your desk, pressing zero to connect to Seoyeon and he scoffs, “You're an arrogant bitch, Y/N.”

He turns to leave and there’s silence on the other end of the phone as you breathe heavily, feeling distraught.

“Please tell me that was that dickhead calling you that and not Baekhyun,” Seoyeon pleads on the line and pauses. “Okay, he just stormed out of your office while glaring at me so it was him? What happened?”

“A lot,” you mutter as Baekhyun steps out of the closet slowly, his eyes on the floor. Hurriedly, you say, “Don’t let anyone else in here until I call you.”

You hang up abruptly and call out, “Baek.”

“You know, for a designer, that closet is designed pretty uncomfortably,” Baekhyun jokes, not meeting your eyes as he laughs in a fake manner. “That's some hard wood in there, my butt hurts.”

“Baek—”

“I should go, it’s getting late.” He grabs the face mask and bucket hat that he’d hidden under the cushions on the couch, quickly pulling them on. “They need me on the set.”

You gape at him, aghast. “I thought you said you were done for the day.”

“Yeah, I just. Got a message. They want to redo some shot.” Your shoulders slump as you read through the obvious lie while he turns, muttering, “I’ll see you later.”

“Baek,” you call out again, the desperation in your voice finally making him stop. “Look at me. Can we at least talk about this, please? Don’t do this.”

At these words, he finally lifts his head and looks at you. “Do what? I’m not doing anything.” He gives a small smile then, one that didn't meet his eyes that were reflecting the same ache you were feeling in your chest right now.

“That’s the thing, isn’t it?” He says, shrugging as he walks to you. “I’m not doing anything. I’m literally doing nothing.”

You’re speechless, your eyes pricking with tears and you feel suffocated suddenly at his words, your chest heavy as if something was pressing down on it. Baekhyun lifts the phone and presses zero, saying, “Seoyeon—”

“Hey, I was just about to call,” she says hurriedly. “Everyone just left for lunch and the floor is clear right now so if you want to leave—”

“Okay, I'm on my way out now,” he says, hanging up.

You want to stop him but your limbs are frozen and you watch as he leaves the office without turning back. You collapse on your seat, fingers angrily grabbing the roots of your hair as you let out a strangled sob, biting your lip hard enough to taste blood in an effort to not weep.

It’s almost ten minutes later when Seoyeon finally pokes her head into your office, frowning as she sees you.

“Hey, what’s going on, you okay?” She walks quickly over to you, arm coming around you. “Your hair suggests sex but the fact that your mascara is streaking down your face and you look like you’re crying right now doesn’t seem good.”

“Did he say anything?” You look up at her, sniffling slightly.

“No, he was actually very quiet which was very uncharacteristic of—wait, did you two fight?” Seoyeon frowns and you watch as her eyes widen, realisation crashing on her face as she curses. “Yeong Jae. Venice. Shit. Oh god, was it that bad?”

You shake your head, choking back more pathetic tears but then Seoyeon freezes as she goes, “Shit. Wait. Oh fuck.”

“What?” You look up at her, eyes widening as you watch the shocked look on her face. “Seoyeon, what?”

“I caught a cab for him, yeah?” She said hurriedly, looking panicked. “He didn’t tell me where he wanted to go but just that he wanted a cab so I assumed he knew where he was going. Then he was calling someone and I saw him pull up the contact on his phone. It was Park Gae Jin.”

“What?” You frown in confusion. “Gae Jin? Who’s that?”

“Y/N,” she looks at you in disbelief. “The reporter from Dispatch, the one who Baekhyun’s beloved Hyungnim hates? The one who—”

“Fuck, fuck, fuck.” Your heart is racing as you scramble for your phone on the desk, opening up Twitter to check if anything was trending. “He wouldn’t, he wouldn’t, not now, oh my god.”

“Call him,” Seoyeon stated, grabbing your phone since your hands seemed to be trembling and you couldn’t focus. You watch her with bated breath as she scrolls through and then types in his name.

“There’s nothing,” she says. “The last updates about him are all the pictures from when he arrived at Dubai airport.” She looks at you as you exhale a loud sigh of relief, leaning back in your seat tiredly. You run your hands over your face and she sighs, holding your phone out to you as she repeats, “Seriously, call him.”

“You think I haven’t tried already?” You groan in exasperation. “He won’t pick up.”

“Not him, you idiot,” Seoyeon rolls her eyes, taking your hand to place your phone in it. “Hyungnim. Call Manager and tell him to stop that idiot. He’s here in Dubai too, right?”

“I don’t have his number here,” you reply, scrolling through your phone. “Wait, I’ll call Jongin.”

“Kai, yes, call him.”

You chew nervously on your lip as you wait for Jongin to answer. As soon as you hear his soft confused ‘Noona?’, you tell him to give the phone to Manager, who is thankfully on set with him.

“Y/N?” You hear Manager’s concerned voice and you almost cry out loud.

“Hyungnim,” you mumble shakily, a term that you realise you’d never used to address him before. “Could you please find out where Baek is, I don’t think he's thinking straight right now. He might be wanting to do something stupid out of impulse so could you—?”

“What, what, what's going on? Slow down, Y/N.” He pauses and horror leaks into his tone as he asks, "Wait, did you two break up?”

“No no, god no. We just had a bit of a... I don't know what to call it, we didn’t really fight cause he left before I could even say anything.” You sigh, voice cracking as you say, “He’s very hurt right now and he just stormed out, please just find him and stop him from doing anything stupid.”

“What do you mean ‘stupid’?”

You hesitate before saying, “Something stupid like calling some reporters in Korea and telling them about us so guys will stop hitting on me.”

Manager is quiet for a second before he mutters, “I’m on it. Thank you for telling me. I’ll text you as soon as I find him so don’t worry, all right?”

You sigh as you lower the phone to your desk, feeling frustrated enough to scream.

What if he’d already called Gae In? Was he promised an exclusive and the only reason that nothing is out yet is because he’s waiting for Baekhyun to get back to Korea for all the details?

You glance up, gaze drifting to the windows on your right. Despite being almost late into the evening, darkness had yet to fall over the sky, the sunlight still streaming into the office through the wide windows.

This is a foreign city. He doesn’t even know the language, god, he better not be wandering about…

Seoyeon calls your name, turning your attention towards her as she says, “I'll drive you home.”

“What, no, Seoyeon, its fine.” You shake your head, straightening in your seat.

Her voice is firm as she says, “I’m taking you home, Y/N.”

“Seoyeon, I said—”

“I wasn’t asking, Y/N.” She shoots you a look that shuts up all further argument and you nod with a sigh, giving in and placing the keys to your Mustang on her outstretched hand. This wasn't the first time she took this motherly tone with you and not for the first time, you wondered where she’d be if she weren't your right hand.

To which she always replied, without missing a beat, “No other place I’d rather be.”

She waits until you’re both comfortably seated in the car and you’re fidgeting with your phone, glancing at the screen every three minutes for any messages before she speaks again.

“You need to talk to him, Y/N.”

“And say what, Seoyeon?” You ask, already knowing she was going to start from this. “There’s nothing for me to console. I can’t tell him its fine because I know it isn’t, he knows it isn’t – hell, you know it isn’t.”

She bites her lip, her eyes not meeting yours as she starts backing the car away from the parking lot.

“What?” You ask.

“What? I didn’t say anything.” Her tone is defensive.

“You want to, though,” you counter. “Just say it, Seoyeon.”

“I was just thinking of three years ago.”

Italy. Privé. Your first meeting.

Your eyes immediately narrow at her and you huff. “What? You want to say ‘I told you so’?”

“No, Y/N.” She shoots you an exasperated look. “I wanted to ask if you regret it.”

“Not for a second,” you reply immediately, without missing a beat. “Seoyeon, I... He's the best thing that has ever happened to me besides the boutique. Yes, it hurts right now and I wish things were easier, I wish the industry wasn’t so fucked up, I wish he wasn't so famous, I wish I was an idol so I could at least shoulder the burden, I wish... that we were average normal humans who could meet and date like everyone else. I don't know what I'm wishing for but I do wish it was easier than this.” You pause and sigh before saying, “Regardless of that, I do not regret it. I never will. I love him too much for that.”

Seoyeon is silent as she keeps her eyes on the road and you finally say, “What? Nothing to say?”

She shakes her head, biting back a grin. “I’m sorry, I’m just trying to imagine you in a girl group.”

You roll your eyes, saying, “Seoyeon, I swear—”

“No, seriously, just imagine the concept. You in short skirts and ponytails. Maybe you’d want dark and sexy but imagine you get sweet and pure. Like Twice's Likey.”

“Shut the fuck up.” You laugh with her, hitting her arm as she slows the car to a stop at the signal. You lapse into silence, the worry creeping back into you and Seoyeon's voice is soft as she says, “Where do you think he is?”

“I’m not sure, he won’t answer.”

“Jongin?”

“He’s not answering either.”

“He’s in Dubai, it’s not like he knows his way around.”

You flinch, remembering Yeong Jae’s words from earlier when he asked you to show him around.

“You need to talk to him,” Seoyeon repeats. “From what I can see, you both are insecure about the fact that your relationship isn’t public, except maybe the roles are reversed now so you need to have a proper conversation about it instead of just ignoring it every time something happens.”

“What do I even say, Seoyeon?” You lean back into the seat, throwing your hands up in frustration. “You saw how mad he was when he walked out. Even if I did speak of it, this wouldn’t be the first time we’re having this exact issue, it...”

You trail off and her voice is small as she prods, “New York?”

Both of you visibly flinch then, which is all the answer she needs.

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DUBAI 2019 [August 26th, 5:30PM]

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Seoyeon slows the car to a stop in front of your apartment, glancing at you as you stare out the window in silence, lost in your own thoughts. The furrow in your brows is enough to tell her that you’re reliving New York and she sighs, pulling your eyes back to her.

“It’s very hot today,” you mumble softly, peering back outside the window. It’s evening but the sun still shines down brightly over the city, glinting over the tall skyscrapers in a way that it reflects down blindingly. Your apartment is at Jumeirah, overlooking the beach on the side that wasn’t facing the main street and even the turquoise ocean seems to be sparkling like diamonds underneath the sun’s bright rays.

“He kept telling how the sun hurt his eyes during the shoot,” you continued, chewing on your lower lip absentmindedly as your eyes scanned the beachside for a familiar small-looking man with a walk that made him look a lot bigger than he was.

“Y/N.” Seoyeon called your name and she grabbed your hand to get your attention. “Stop overthinking. Its Dubai, he can’t exactly roam around. He’s probably already at your place. And if he isn’t, I’m sure he’ll be there soon.”

You nod furtively, sighing loudly. You pause before lowering your head and whispering, “I don’t want a break, Seoyeon.”

“Who said anything about a break?”

“What if he does?” You question, turning to look at her. Her eyes widen when she sees your red nose—a tell-tale sign that you were holding back tears.

“I can’t do that again,” you admit in a croak and Seoyeon shakes her head at you, arms wrapping around your shoulders and pulling you into a hug.

“Y/N,” she says soothingly, rubbing her hand on your back comfortingly. “He can’t either. You know that. Both of you went through hell the last time and you know better now. It’s not going to happen again, okay? You just need to talk to each other, address what happened back at your office. Clear the air and it’ll be easier to move past it. Stop stressing unnecessarily.”

You take a shaky breath as she pulls you back by your shoulders, smiling gently at you.

“Tell you what,” she starts. “I’ll come up with you. If he isn’t there, we can wait together for him.”

“You don’t have to—”

“Again, I wasn’t asking,” Seoyeon rolls her eyes at you, switching off the engine. “Get out. I can already feel the heat.”

Seoyeon and you wait for more than an hour at your apartment. She busies herself by going adventurous-cook-mode in your kitchen, gathering several ingredients as she decides to make pasta for the both of you. When she notices you sitting on the couch in silence, zoned out as you stare through the television screen without actually watching what was on it, she drags you into the kitchen to help her.

She’s just shut the door of the oven after placing the dish of pasta inside, peeling off the oven mitts when your phone begins ringing on the kitchen counter. Both of your heads turn in the direction of the phone and you leap across the kitchen floor to grab it when you notice that it’s an unfamiliar number.

“Hello?” You answer hurriedly and feel your shoulders sag in relief when you hear Manager’s reassuring voice come through.

“Y/N, relax,” he laughs softly at the tension that he could undoubtedly feel radiating from you even through your voice. “He just came to the set right now. He was with Jongin at the hotel all this time so don’t worry. We’re almost done here so I’ll drop him off soon at your place.”

“Is he okay?” You ask, straining to hear his voice in the background of the other side although it’s in vain—the crew is loud as always, multiple people chattering at the same time.

“He’s… not the best,” Manager responds slowly as if to lessen the brunt of his words. “He’s quiet.”

You close your eyes as your shoulders slump in worry, running a hand over your face. Angry Baekhyun was fine—you could calm him down by clinging onto him, kissing and babying him until he finally gave in and grinned at you, reciprocating your affection.

But quiet Baekhyun meant hurt Baekhyun—the one who didn’t want to talk, the one who didn’t welcome hugs, who wanted to be alone gaming and angrily yelling at other players. It meant a closed-off Baekhyun and that always worried you.

Overthinking was a common battleground in your relationship, one that made you wary since both of you often seemed to be on opposing sides while within your own heads.

“Just bring him home quickly,” you respond to Manager, nodding at Seoyeon as she raised her eyebrow at you. “And thank you… Hyungnim.”

You could hear the slight smile in his voice as he replied, “You’re welcome, dear. I’ll see you soon.”

Hanging up, you turn to look at Seoyeon who is leaning against the counter.

“He was at the hotel,” you respond to her unasked question. “With Jongin. Just got to the set and Manager is bringing him here now.”

She nods, watching you. “That’s good. The food will be ready by then. He likes pasta?”

You shoot her a look and she immediately nods, quipping, “He loves food, he eats everything, got it.”

She checks the timer then and grabs the block of parmesan cheese on the counter, placing it back in the fridge.

“He’s quiet,” you say and she nods, turning to you.

“As are you,” Seoyeon states, shaking her head at you. “Stop it, Y/N. Your forehead is going to have permanent wrinkles from the way you keep frowning and worrying. Relax. He’ll be here soon so talk it out, just like I said. No running nor sweeping it under the rug. All right?”

You nod tiredly and she frowns as she looks at you then. “He’ll be here soon so go shower. You’re still in your work clothes which smell like cheese and dough now, by the way. Also, there’s flour on your skirt.”

“You need any more help around here?” You ask, looking around the kitchen which was spotless due to Seoyeon’s quick hands. You shake your head before saying, “You know, we could have just ordered in.”

“Shut up, you know I like cooking,” she snorts, washing her hands in the sink. “It kept that noisy head of yours shut too.”

“You should really meet Kyungsoo,” you suggest thoughtfully, giving her a small smirk. “I feel like the two of you would get along great.”

“I can only drop so many hints, genius,” Seoyeon rolls her eyes at you. “Your boyfriend picks them up better than your dumbass.”

You laugh at her statement before turning around and heading for the shower. The water is warm and instantly comforting against your tense body, relaxing you as you stay under the shower for a while to thoroughly wash away all the knotted emotions you were feeling. You smile as you hear Seoyeon singing in the kitchen as she puts the dishes away, feeling thankful for such a genuine friend who was always the first to offer any and every aid whenever you felt like you were on shaky grounds—whether it was to distract you from your worries, to give you a hug or even to drive you home.

You honestly didn’t know what you’d do without her.

You step out of the shower in an extremely faded old shirt that you weren’t certain belonged to you or Baekhyun, drying your damp hair with the towel. The entire house smelled like Italian—you can almost taste the freshly baked cheese that Seoyeon had so generously added atop the pasta. You head for the kitchen and begin to grin when you hear that she’s singing Tell Me What Is Love.

“Seoyeon, I got it,” you call out, voice slightly muffled by the towel. “You’re not even trying to be subtle anymore so relax, I will set you up as soon as he’s back from enlist—”

You stop as the front door opens and Baekhyun enters, his eyes meeting yours immediately. His gaze shifts to Seoyeon and he grins, cheerfully greeting her.

“Baekhyun,” you mutter, taken aback by his friendly demeanour and sudden appearance as you glance behind him. “Where’s Manager?”

“They needed him back at the set,” Baekhyun replied casually, closing the door behind him. “I think it was urgent. He apologised, said that he’ll meet you tomorrow.”

“Oh, okay, sure.” You nod, still feeling slightly hesitant as he looks around curiously.

“It smells amazing in here.” He looks at Seoyeon then, smiling excitedly. “Seoyeonie, did you cook?”

“Yes, I did,” she grins, straightening from the table where she’d been setting the meal. “It’s hot from the oven so wait a bit and then eat a lot, okay? I’ll just be leaving now.”

Baekhyun protests but she shakes her head, shooting you a look to which you nod. Muttering that you’ll text her later, you stand awkwardly with the towel still held to your head as she exchanges pleasantries with him before leaving the apartment.

Baekhyun turns to you then and you swallow, Seoyeon’s words echoing in your head as you open your mouth to start the dreaded conversation but he beats you to it.

“Later,” he says, the one word immediately making your eyebrows draw together in confusion. “Let’s not get into it right now. Your hair is still wet.”

“Let’s-my-what?” You blink, shaking your head at him as you hold your hands up in an effort to slow him down. “Wait, are you saying you don’t want to talk about what happened?”

“I said later,” he clarified, grabbing the towel from your hands. “Not right now. I can’t get into it right now. Can you go get your brush?”

“My what?”

“Your hair’s a mess, Y/N,” Baekhyun said slowly as if you were a child who couldn’t understand him. He sighs when you just stare at him in bafflement, walking in the direction of the room. “I’ll get it myself.”

“No, wait,” you grab his arm, stopping him. Quickly, you head for your bedroom and grab the brush from your dresser. You glance at your reflection and stop, noticing how your eyes were slightly swollen. You’d assumed the shower would have made it less noticeable but it still looked as if you’d cried and you were certain that Baekhyun hadn’t missed it.

You walk back to the living room and stand at the door when you notice him going through the albums that you had placed next to your sound system. He’d connected your phone to the speakers and the silent room was filled with soft music from the playlist you’d had on shuffle this morning.

“What?” You ask, noticing Baekhyun’s sour expression. “Why are you frowning?”

“This is Jongdae's.” Your eyes fall on the disk inside the player that he points to, seeing the familiar green design of the April and a Flower CD.

You pause in confusion before prodding, “Yeah? And?”

“Where's my album?” Baekhyun mutters in his all-too familiar pouty way as he rummages over your collection.

You roll your eyes at his whiny tone, unable to fight your amused smile. “It’s there, you big baby. Next to Dean’s.”

Baekhyun's eyes search the cabinet, fingers finally finding his album as he pulls it out from between the others.

You grab the towel from the back of the chair where he’d placed it and dry the ends of your hair that had dampened the front of your shirt.

“Hey.”

You’re bent over with the towel atop your head but his serious tone makes its way through your vigorous drying. You straighten immediately, pushing your hair away from your face as you ask quickly, “What?”

“This isn’t signed.” Baekhyun turns to you with the City Lights album held up in his hand. “I’m literally your boyfriend, what the fuck?”

He mutters curses beneath his breath as he searches around for a marker and finds it on the shelf below the CDs next to your notepad. Biting back a smile, you stand beside him as he uncaps the marker and lowers it to the album.

“Not on your face,” you instruct reflexively and he pauses, glancing at you.

“Why not?” Baekhyun smirks and you already know he’s going to say something dirty. “You can sit on it but my signature can’t?”

You smack his arm and he laughs, moving aside to escape your hand. He leans over the desk to sign it and stops then, hand freezing mid-air.

You blink at him in confusion before asking, “What?”

Baekhyun caps the marker again, placing the album back and giving you a small smile. “I'll do it later.” He glances at you, eyes falling on your hair. “Your shirt is practically see-through now, Y/N, come here.”

He takes your hand before you can respond, pulling you over to the couch. You feel out-of-sorts and disoriented at the way he was behaving, like you were stepping on eggshells around him.

After all, it wasn’t often that you fought. There were silly arguments, of course, but they usually ended with him doing crazy antics to make you laugh.

But this wasn’t a silly argument. This was a recurring fight that hit too close to what happened in New York and the way he was acting right now wasn’t helping—in fact, it terrified you more. It reminded you of the eerily calm manner he’d been in as he uttered those last words in your apartment at New York before leaving.

Maybe we should take a break.

You close your eyes, willing the haunting memory to leave your mind as you stretch your legs out on the couch and lean your head back. Baekhyun sits behind you, moving closer so your back is against him as his hands rub the towel over your hair. The music playing from your phone slows as the song reaches its end and you feel Baekhyun's hand stop slightly as the familiar intro piano chords of Chen's Love Words fill the room.

You roll your eyes, already knowing what’s coming as he blurts, “Ya. Don’t you think this is a bit too much? You have the album on your phone too?”

You raise your hands to the towel on your head. “It’s a fantastic album, Baek. One of the best released this year, for sure. It helps me sleep.”

Baekhyun takes the towel from your grip, resuming his brushing. You lapse into silence and he pulls you further back so you’re up against his chest. His voice reverberates through your back as he asks, “You have trouble sleeping?”

You open your eyes that had involuntarily closed at the gentle massage of Baekhyun’s hands, shoulders immediately tensing at the unexpected question. You try to be as nonchalant as possible as you say, “Some long nights that I have to pull at the office. The songs are all soothing so they help.”

You pause, running out of things to justify your words and you continue to ramble, “It’s really such a perfect album, the vibes are perfect for this time of the year when it's getting cooler. I was so awed when I first heard it that I even texted Jongdae and he was so shy, whining ‘noooo, you're just teasing’ when I kept praising it, it was really cute—”

“Y/N.”

You stopped, lowering your gaze to your hands on your lap. He removes the towel from around your head, putting it aside and placing his hands on your hips. “You never did tell me. What happened with the old apartment?”

The words are already leading to a conversation that you weren’t certain you wanted to have. The fact that Baekhyun still remembered the first place you rented as soon as you’d moved here—a posh two-bedroom apartment at Downtown Dubai—took you aback and you fought to not show your surprise.

You hesitated before shrugging. “I did tell you. It was far from the office and this place is more convenient this way.”

Your tone was steady enough to pass off as convincing and you were thankful that your back was facing him.

Baekhyun grips your hips then and manhandles you as he turns you around until you're sitting cross-legged in between his splayed legs. He tugs you closer until you’re just shy from being on his lap.

Spoke too soon.

Placing a finger under your chin, he lifts your head. Warm brown eyes locking with yours, he says, “Now say that again while looking right at me.”

You gaze back at him in silence, trying to force the words out of your mouth but as always, the lie was choking in your throat.

It had been almost three years and it was still less difficult to lie to him on the phone. Not that you got away with it—he’d still catch your shifty tone—but it was easier than doing it face-to-face.

So like a coward, you decide to change direction. “What's wrong with this place? I know you liked the other one more but this isn’t all that bad.”

Baekhyun raises an eyebrow at your words. “You're right, I did. It had that fancy pool. And there’s nothing wrong with this place—except that you don’t sleep on the bed, do you?”

You blink, caught off guard by the sudden accusation. “What?”

He gestures around the couch. “This is your bed.”

You’re silent and he continues, “Look at the table. There's way too many empty containers from takeout and too many bottles of water.”

“Yeah, so?” You scoff. “I lay on the couch and eat while watching stuff, Baek. Obviously.”

He shoots you a look then. “Your glasses are here.”

“I left them here by accident before I left for work the other day, they’re usually in my room.”

“Oh, for fuck's sake, Y/N. There’s a clock. A cable for your phone, stretching all the way from the TV, by the way. I didn’t even know they had extension cords that long. And oh hey, a blanket!”

You open your mouth and he cuts you off again with, “Before you lie anymore, your bedroom looks like no one is living in it. The bed has never been cleaner and I know you don’t make it because you believe there’s no point in making your bed since you just fall asleep on it at the end of the day again. If I swept through that room, I’m pretty sure I’d only find footprints in your wardrobe ’cause that’s all you use, Y/N.”

He emphasises the last bit to drive the point further home and there’s nothing left for you to argue so you look down, playing with your fingers again until Baekhyun takes your hand, intertwining your fingers together.

You know what he’s going to say even before he says it and you look up, meeting his eyes. They bore into you and you’re silently pleading with your gaze now.

“Babe.”

Don’t say it, don’t say it, dontsayitdontdontdont—

“Is this about New York?”

You flinch, his fingers tightening around your hand as if you were going to run and he was trying to make sure you wouldn’t. You can’t blame him either because New York hurt unlike any other.

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SEOUL 2018 [August 10th, 4:27PM]

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It was almost two months later when you finally met Baekhyun again after the night he left New York. He’d been at the dorms and you’d felt more terrified than you had been when you first launched your boutique.

Manager had ushered you inside quickly, immediately making you feel awkward as your eyes met Junmyeon and Sehun who were sitting on the couch and watching something on the television.

“Y/N,” Junmyeon called your name in surprise as he quickly stood up, wide eyes exchanging glances with Manager behind you. “I didn’t know you were coming.”

“I don’t think anyone did, Hyung,” Sehun mutters, giving you a small smile. “Hi, Noona. It’s been a long time. I missed you.”

You smile fondly at that, tense shoulders loosening at his contagious warmth. “I missed you too, Sehun.”

“I’m mad at you, though.” He crossed his arms. “You never called. Or responded to my texts.”

You flinched, expecting this accusation from the youngest member who’d always had the most fun teasing you and who you knew would take your silent treatment the hardest—not when you’d spent days and nights sending each other funny memes and pictures of dogs with bad haircuts almost on a daily basis only to suddenly ghost him.

“Yeah, I just…” you trail off and shake your head, knowing excuses were in vain. “I’m sorry. I should have replied.”

Sehun blinks at your sincere apology, not having expected it and his face clouds over with worry at your seriousness.

“Sehun,” Jun says, nudging him. “You can catch up with her later.” He gives you a meaningful look as he asks, “Y/N, aren’t you here to—?”

“Yeah, I’ll go check,” Manager says, turning to your left in the direction of the rooms. You grab his arm to stop him.

“Does he…?” You trail off and Manager hesitates before nodding.

“I told him that you landed here today morning.” He pauses before saying, “I think he’s expecting you.”

You waited in the hallway then as all the members slowly filed out of their rooms, giving you polite formal smiles (Jongin, Yixing and Jongdae), wary looks (Minseok and Kyungsoo) or blatantly ignored your presence (Chanyeol).

You didn’t say anything. If any of them knew what had exactly happened, you were sure that it had to be Chanyeol.

All of them joined Junmyeon and Sehun in the hall, the farthest room from Baekhyun’s to give you as much privacy as they could within a dormitory. Bowing your head in thanks, you walk past Manager and head for the right door at the end of the hallway.

Taking a deep breath, you raise your hand and knock gently on the door. You can hear the silence of the usually noisy dorm and it doesn’t help the way your heart is pounding against your rib-cage, your stomach twisting with anxiety.

The door opens then and your breath catches as your eyes fall on Baekhyun.

His hair is dishevelled and his clothes are drabby, hanging off him in a way that you knew all too-well that he had been wearing them for a while. His cheeks are hollow and your eyes run over his clothes, growing frustrated when you realise they’re too large to figure out whether he’d lost weight.

“You haven’t been eating,” Baekhyun says, his tone flat and your eyes fly back up to his face in surprise. You feel your skin rise with goosebumps at hearing his voice after so long and your eyes sting with unshed tears that you have to forcibly blink back.

“I…” You clear your throat before raising an eyebrow at him. “Neither have you. Your face has grown thinner.”

“What is this, a competition?” He rolls his eyes, stepping away to let you in.

“If it is, nobody is winning!” You hear Sehun shout from the hall, making you roll your eyes.

“Sehun, shut up!” Baekhyun yells as he closes the door behind him. You bite your lip as you look around the familiar room that was almost a home to you at one point—a point that seemed entirely too long ago now.

“Did you wear lipstick? Or did you chew it all off?” Baekhyun asks, pointing out your usual nervous habit and your gaze shifts back to him as he sits in his gaming chair, opposite the bed that looked unusually tidy.

He hasn’t been sleeping.

“Did you sleep at all this past week?” You shoot back, crossing your arms as you sit down on the bed and cock your head at the neatly made sheets. “Or leave that seat? How long have you been gaming in those clothes?”

“Why do you care?” Baekhyun snaps and you sigh, leaning back as you square your shoulders and remind yourself not to follow his childish antics.

“I didn’t come here to fight, Baek,” you start, trying to gather your thoughts. “I—”

“Y/N.” His voice is sharp enough that you stop, eyebrows rising as he inhales deeply before saying, “If you’re here to break up, just leave. I haven’t processed a lot since New York but I’m not numb enough that I can sit here and listen to you end everything. Being here in Korea must be killing you anyway so just leave and I’ll consider it the end. Let’s not make this any harder than it—”

“Shut the fuck up, Baekhyun,” you snap, eyes narrowed in disbelief as you gape at him. “Is that what you want to do? New York to be our last conversation? Just leave a two-years-long relationship like this?” You shake your head, holding up your hand to stop whatever he was going to say as you interrupted, “I’ll leave soon, don’t worry. As soon as I’m done telling you what I have to tell you.”

He falls silent, eyes watching you carefully and you take a breath before starting. “I told you something that night two months ago. Before you said that I shouldn’t be feeling that way. Something about my childhood. Do you remember?”

Baekhyun nods slowly. “You said that you’ve never been enough for your parents from when you were young. And I made you feel like that again, yeah, that’s burned into my memory, don’t worry.”

You shake your head, shooting him a look. “That first part, yes. The second part, no. This is what I flew out here to tell you, face-to-face. What I should have told you that night.”

Your teeth sink into your bottom lip as you take a second to muster the courage to say what you’re going to say. Baekhyun immediately notices your hesitation, his eyes clouding with worry at the obvious storm raging inside your mind right now.

It almost makes you smile—the fact that he could still read you like an open book. Despite all the pain, all the misunderstanding, all the conflicting emotions that were stirred up amongst both of you, he still worried about you, your thoughts, your nervous habits and your weight.

“My parents came from well-reputed families,” you started, leaning back against the wall. “It was an arranged marriage, a union that was more of a business deal than that of love. They weren’t chaebols or anything but they were well-off and had a long uninterrupted line of sons on my father’s side that always took over the business and carried it forward.”

Baekhyun’s face falls at this, already knowing where this was headed as you continued, “They wanted a boy. When I was born, it was more of a shock than anything. They tried a lot for a second child but my mother had some health issues and there were complications. So they were stuck with me and I was… never enough. I did everything they wanted me to do, always obeying their insane rules and never had any fun the way other kids did. I used to draw a lot from when I was a kid and they would rip my drawings apart, throw my colours away. I’d get into trouble if I didn’t do the homework or scored anything less than hundred on tests. I used to cry at school and my teacher told me that they do it because they love me, because they care. That most parents are strict so the kids will grow to be really smart.”

“So I studied hard. Began to buy separate notebooks to draw in and hide them where they wouldn’t find them. I lived by the rules they made, all through middle school and high school—it was always hell, I was always wishing to get away. I never even dared to like someone as a teenager because I feared what would happen at home if they found out. I didn’t have any friends because they discouraged it, said it was a distraction. They’d decided on the day of my birth that since I couldn’t take over the business, I’d follow the highest position for a woman—medicine. Their words, not mine. So then, I joined medical school and when I had to draw more bodies and organs than the clothes that went on it, I snapped. I had a phase where I stopped attending classes, where I failed all the exams and almost got suspended. It was a highly prestigious school so they called in my parents and they paid heftily to keep me at school, promising that I’d make up for it.”

You pause then, lowering your head and taking a breath since the next thing was particularly difficult to voice out loud.

“That was the second time my father hit me,” you say in a hoarse voice, clearing your throat before continuing, “The first time was in elementary when they found my doodles for the first time on my books. The teacher had sent a note to them, suggesting to join an art class because I drew more than I wrote notes and they beat me till I was black and blue. They told me that art was for idiots, that things like drawing, writing, acting and singing would never get me anywhere in life. After that was when I started my preparation for medical school. After I failed that too, I thought they would understand then or at least try. But they beat me again. And I thought I’d kill myself so, I ran away from home.”

You glance at him, smiling slightly. “That time we were at Tokyo, you were so surprised when I didn’t want to take pictures together under the cherry blossom trees. It’s not because I was cold that night—it’s because cherry blossoms always reminds me of that night I ran out in Korea. They were all I could see when I looked up and they were so pretty that it felt like they were mocking me. That was the first time I wished I could look up at the sky and see the Eiffel Tower, wish that I could be at Paris where I could draw freely and just live for myself.”

“And that’s when I realised that I was going to kill myself when I hadn’t ever lived. Not once, not even for a day, had I lived for myself. It was always for my parents and they never even appreciated my efforts or tried to understand me.”

You look up then, smiling although you couldn’t see him because your eyes were tearing up. “The only time that I lived was when I designed. I had nothing to lose. There was no one to please so I thought I’d fully meet the criteria of such a worthless disappointing child. I started dreaming about Paris and my boutique—I started dreaming of skies where I could look up and see the Eiffel.”

Baekhyun’s expression is unreadable but you continue, “You know the rest from here. I lied about going for classes and instead worked many part-time jobs. I saved up just enough money for one of the cheapest flights to Paris but it wasn’t enough, of course not. I got kicked out of school and I didn’t wait to get kicked out of home too—I used all the money I’d saved to move out instead and started working at Korea. Three years later, about the time all my friends were graduating from college, I finally had enough to go to Paris. For seven months, I struggled and starved and almost died because of how poor I was before my designs finally caught the eye of someone who saw my potential. I became his apprentice.”

You take a deep breath and grabbed the pillow from his bed, hugging it in your lap because your hands were shaking.

“I have a lot of issues with my parents, Baekhyun,” you state aloud, looking at him. “My childhood was traumatic for me and there’s a lot that I’ve been suppressing from when I was a kid. I’m insecure when people show me affection because I’m not used to receiving it, I have anxieties about whether they will leave so I think I should leave first because I always tend to think I don’t deserve whatever love I get. Seoyeon is a clear example of that as my only friend—the only one I’ve trusted enough to get close to me.”

“I moved out of the apartment after you left.” His eyebrows rise at this and you explain, “It felt lonelier when you were gone. It was too big and memories kept haunting me, I was always going crazy with my own thoughts so I decided to move into a smaller place.”

You paused then, inhaling softly as you felt your shoulders lighten like you’d just lifted a burden, one that had been weighing down on you for almost all your life. Feeling your heart race slightly because of the next thing you were going to say, you mentally prepared yourself for all the negative possibilities before continuing.

“I’m going for therapy,” you declare, watching his eyes widen in surprise at this. “Seoyeon told me that if I never deal with my past, it’s always going to affect any relationship that I have. I started almost as soon as you left and all these things I told you, Baekhyun, they’re-they’re just the surface of it. You know that I hate coming back to Korea even though you didn’t know exactly why. Same with the cherry blossom trees. There’s a lot more that I can’t tell you, a lot that I can only tell my therapist because it’s difficult for me to admit it openly, even to myself. But at the same time, these are the things I should have talked to you about, like you told me that night at New York. I let my insecurities get to my head and projected it onto you which was unfair.”

You place the pillow back and stand up then, looking down at him.

“I understand and accept everything you said that night,” you state, Baekhyun gazing up at you unblinkingly. "We don’t have to go public. We never do. I don’t care about that and I don’t think I ever did. The party that night, the way everyone was so welcoming… it made me question if I was even worth standing around such people. If I was worthy of your love and care.”

“And that is not your fault, Baekhyun,” you clearly enunciate, knowing he was going to interrupt with the opposite statement. “Those are just my fears stemming from my shitty childhood. Apparently my first instinct when shown love is to fight and then flee. But I know now that it’s not a matter of worth—you’ve only loved and cared for me, unconditionally, even when I’ve been closed off and so difficult.”

“I…” You trail off, heavy emotion weighing down on your chest suddenly and making you choke on your words as you hoarsely say, “I’ve only known darkness, Baekhyun, so when you shone down on me with all your light, I got blinded. I was an idiot and I fucked up something that was beautiful and the best thing that ever happened to me. But I can see clearer now for the first time in my life and I know better. And I know that I love you. So much that I am even willing to be mysterious Mrs. Byun X forever. No one has to know about us or me and I couldn’t care less.”

You take a breath then, meeting his gaze. “I’m opening the door again, Baek. And I’m giving you the same option I did last time except now, I can promise you that I do not care about being hidden and I also promise to try and fight my demons from wrecking what we have. If we have it again.”

Baekhyun blinks at you, pouty lips parted open as he gapes at you like a fish and you nod, stepping to the door slowly.

“You don’t have to answer right now,” you reassure him, forcing yourself to smile even though you were beyond terrified. “I know it’s a lot to take at once. Manager has the address of my hotel and I’m staying for a week. Or you can just text me, if you don’t want to see me. He has my number too.”

Baekhyun doesn’t say a word and you feel your heart crack slightly in your chest as you nod, biting down on your lip and turn to the door.

Swallowing heavily, you mutter, “Goodbye, Bae—”

You’re spun around by a death grip on your arm then, eyes widening as you look up at Baekhyun standing right in front of you.

“No,” he said, shaking his head as he dragged you back to the bed. He placed his hands on your shoulders and pushed you down forcibly, ordering, “Sit.”

“How can you leave like that?” Baekhyun asked, disbelief colouring his tone. “I didn’t even speak yet.”

You blink at his glare, stammering, “I mean-I just-I didn’t want you to feel pressured—”

“Y/N, it’s been two fucking months,” he snorts, shooting you a look. He retrieves his hands from your shoulders and lowers himself to the floor at your feet.

“You know that you can just sit beside me?” You ask, glaring down at him as a sudden memory flashes vividly in your mind. “Or back on that seat across from me?”

He shrugs as he sits cross-legged, looking up at you. The room’s light was right behind you and it shone down right on his face that made it look like he had stars in his eyes and you wondered if it was bright enough to hurt him.

“I want to look at you,” he says quietly.

“You’re sitting the same way you did that night,” you remind him softly, biting down on your lip.

His eyebrows furrow in confusion before he realises, eyes softening as he takes your hand from your lap slowly.

“I’m not leaving this time,” Baekhyun assured you gently, giving you a small smile as he played with your fingers. He raises his other hand to your face and tugged your lower lip loose from your teeth, shaking his head at you and giving you a warning look, the way he always used to whenever you kept gnawing at your lips.

He sits back and gives you a cheeky smile then. “Technically, I can’t. You came here to the dorms so I don’t really have anywhere to go from here—”

“I missed you,” you blurted, unable to stop yourself. His smile freezes at your words and you blink back the tears gathering furiously as you corrected in a softer tone, “I miss you.”

“Me too,” he murmurs, intertwining your fingers together. He grips your hand tightly and seems to struggle as he forces the next words out, “I’m sorry that I wasn’t there for you. Therapy and dealing with everything from your past can’t have been easy. I should have been there, I shouldn’t have left—”

“Baek, no,” you grab his hand holding yours with your other hand, shaking your head vehemently at him. “It’s good that you did. I needed to get my shit together—about me, about us. I needed to do it, it was time.”

He looks into your eyes, voice meek as he asks, “Are you okay?”

You start to nod and he tightens his grip on your hand again as he repeats, “No, Y/N. Really… are you okay?”

You pause, swallowing slightly as you look down at both your hands. “It’s… a lot. There’s a lot that I’m remembering and reliving that I don’t want to. But that’s how I can make peace with it, how I can stop—” You take a shaky breath, choking as you finish, “—stop hurting myself. And stop myself from hurting you.”

“Oh, god, Y/N.” Baekhyun lets go of your hands then, wrapping his arms around your shoulders. You still at the sudden unexpected embrace and he pulls you down from the bed onto his lap, hugging you tightly to him.

Your entire body seems frozen as you find yourself on the floor with him, his arms clutching you tightly to him.

“Baek,” you whisper, practically trembling in his arms when you feel his warmth singe into your skin. He is as warm as you remember him and when his scent, your instant comforter, flooded your nose after missing it for what felt like forever—you’re almost ready to cry.

He pulls away to look at you, shaking his head as he whispers, “Please don’t cry, baby, it kills me.”

His hands cup your face and you close your eyes, leaning into his touch as you sigh softly. You open your eyes and almost melt when you see the way he’s staring at you.

It reminded you of Paris—the way he looked at you every night when he said ‘goodbye’ at the door of your hotel room, a gaze that lingered and that you were reluctant to break away from.

Despite saying it already, you repeat, “I miss—”

Baekhyun closes the gap between your mouths, his plush lips pressing against yours tenderly as he held your face in his hands. You closed your eyes, responding instantly while your hands fist into the front of his shirt, clutching him tightly as if you were afraid he’d slip away.

He kisses you back just as fervently, holding you gently as if he didn’t want to break you. The kiss tastes as sweet as the first, your heart thudding against your chest and butterflies erupting in your stomach as if it was your first time.

You pull away to breathe with your eyes still closed and he presses his forehead against yours, feeling your breaths intermingle. Your eyelids flutter open and his thumb wipes a stray tear that had streaked down your cheek.

“I missed you too,” he breathes, pressing another kiss to your mouth. He lingers before pulling away, lowering his hands from your face as his eyes meet yours with determination before muttering, “Fuck it.”

You blink. “What?”

“Fuck it. I love you. We’ll make it through this, through everything—my job, your past, everything. We walked into this thinking our biggest problem would be the distance and we’ve overcome that. It’s… it’s fine. I can’t lose you again, Y/N. These two months have been hell, I’ve just been going crazy in here.” Baekhyun takes in a shaky breath, grabbing your hands from his chest and staring at your joined fingers. “Hyungnim told me that you needed some space and I thought it was over so I broke down but then he told me to wait, that you just needed some time. I thought you’d made your decision and the reason you weren’t reaching out was because you didn’t want to… be with me anymore.”

You shake your head and lean forward, kissing him. “That’s not… you know I can’t leave you, Baekhyun.”

“Then don’t.”

You smile, nodding slightly. “I won’t.” You hesitate, biting your lower lip as you ask timidly, “Does this mean that you’re walking in through the open door again?”

He smiles then, cheeks puffing and eyes shining as he replies, “Well, you know what they say. Love is an open door.”

“Literally betrayed her and left her to die but okay, Hans,” you tease and he rolls his eyes.

“Fine.” He grins, releasing your hands and wrapping his arms around your middle, pulling you into his chest. “Then… oh, right. Paris. Love is your open arms.”

You roll your eyes teasingly, snorting, “Always so cheesy.”

“Shut up, you love it.” Baekhyun drops a kiss on the top of your head and you close your eyes, smiling at how much you’d missed the gesture—genuinely smiling with your heart feeling full for the first time in months. Your veins that had gone numb after so much time apart finally felt alive, filling with the ethereal golden rays as he basked you in his contagious warmth.

Your sunshine.

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MILAN 2017 [October 17th, 9:58AM]

Chapter 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 T/W: kissing, slight smut Words: 4145

It had been almost a month after the night you showed Baekhyun around Paris—you’d set up a schedule with Manager the following days and after assuring that your own was clear with Seoyeon, all of you had headed for Milan because you thought it would be great to assess the fashion scenes in the chic city with him where minimalism and casuals were taking by storm that year.

You spent all day taking him around all the fashion houses, introducing him to multiple designers and showing him all the various fabrics, the techniques to work with them and the several ways that they’d been experimented with across the years.

Of course, Manager and Seoyeon mostly accompanied you during these sessions. Unknown to them, you both continued your nightly explorations as you strolled through Milan in the dark streets—eating too much cheese, wandering too far from the hotel, laughing too loud at 3AM.

You’d waken up earlier today since he’d suggested getting breakfast together when you both had returned to your own rooms last night—or dawn, technically.

Dressed in fresh clothes after a shower, you’d left your door open while you brushed your hair in the mirror.

“Hey.”

You glance up, breaking into a smile as you see Baekhyun at your door, dropping the brush back on the dressing table. “Hey. Are we still on for breakfast today? I was thinking of—”

“My flight is today.”

You stop, hand freezing mid-air with the bathrobe you were going to toss on the bed. You turn to face him as he slowly steps inside the room, asking, “To… To Korea?”

He doesn’t answer but you know he doesn’t have to. You already know what his reply is.

“Oh.” You nod, slowly sitting down on the bed. The bathrobe slips from your fingers onto the floor but you leave it at your feet. “All right. I, uh.” You blink and lick your lips which seemed to have suddenly gone dry as you ask, “Uh, what time?”

“Evening. 4PM.” His tone is void of any emotion and it reminds you that you should probably be the same.

You glance at the clock on the bedside table. “It’s eleven now so that means you have to leave for the airport at—”

“One,” you both say in unison.

His gaze is focused on you, careful and waiting for you to say something, anything.

You’re watching him too. A silent suspense hangs in the air, terse enough to suffocate you slightly as both of you wait for the other to address the elephant in the room.

Please say something. Please. Please don’t just leave like this, at least tell me whether I should hold onto my hopes foolishly the way I’ve been doing since the night at the power room or if I should give up on—

“Y/N,” Baekhyun breaks the silence suddenly with a groan, running his hand through his hair in frustration. “Stop looking at me like that!”

Your eyes widen in surprise at his outburst, feeling slightly defensive even though you knew you had no reason to be since he was partly right. “Like what?”

“Blinking like that! Widening your eyes all innocent and pleading, asking me to say something!”

“Well, if you got that message, say it then!”

“You say it!”

“Baekhyun, you absolute child, I swear to—” You cut yourself off with a groan, both of you huffing at each other childishly, glaring at him as he sighed loudly.

“Fine,” he muttered. “I’ll just leave, I guess. See you never.”

You gape at him, aghast. “What—?”

“Well, what do you want me to say?” He demanded, throwing his hands up in exasperation. “You won’t even tell me anything!”

“What should I say?” You demand, appalled at his accusation. “‘Stay’? When we both know that is neither realistic nor possible?”

“At least I’ll finally know what you want,” Baekhyun retorted. “It’s the thought that counts.”

“I—” you stopped again, face falling as you sighed. “Baekhyun, I can’t ask you to stay. It wouldn’t be fair of me. You know that.”

He chews on his lip, watching your face. “Does this mean you’ve decided to finally take Seoyeon’s advice?”

“No!” You reply quickly, far too quickly in a way that caused him to raise his eyebrow challengingly. You lower your tone and slump your shoulders slightly, looking down as you wring your fingers together nervously and say, “It means… it means that this is your choice. I’ve made mine by opening my door to you all these days and now’s your last chance to leave this and not come back. I don’t want to be the reason why you get hurt. If you leave now, I understand, Baekhyun. I won’t hold it against you, I promise. I’m not going to selfishly ask you to stay, we both know that isn’t right so I can’t do that. All I’m saying is that the door’s open. I’ve laid out my feelings and I’m ready to accept yours, whatever they may be.”

You can’t feel your fingers anymore from how tightly you’re clenching your hands together, your heart racing in your chest at everything you’d just said. Anxiety settles heavily on your skin and there’s a thousand thoughts flitting through your head as you wish it didn’t have to be this way, wishing you’d had more time to figure it out.

You force yourself to raise your head and see Baekhyun looking at you with a deadpan expression, his arms crossed over his broad chest.

“Even till the end,” he says, his voice low and piercing, “You couldn’t tell me outright what you want.”

Your breath catches in your throat at his words and feel an unbearable tightness in your chest as he turns around and leaves the room.

A shaky breath leaves your parted lips as your eyes sting with the instant surge of tears, the open door that he’d walked through becoming a blurry haze. You raise your trembling hands and bury them in your hair, grabbing at the roots in an attempt to catch grip on something as you choke on your own sobs. You never knew your heart was capable of feeling such insurmountable pain over someone that you hadn’t even truly had, your chest feeling almost heavy with suffocation as you desperately try to catch your breath and compose yourself.

Its fine, you’re fine. Nothing happened and nothing should have happened. It’s better this way, you’re saving yourself from impending pain anyway…

“You know…”

You stop, freezing. Your head shoots up, eyes wide.

Baekhyun stands at the door, hands in his pockets as his warm eyes gaze at you.

“I know that the door has always been open.” He shrugs casually, cocking his head to gesture at the open door behind him. “But I’m tired of waiting for you to open your arms so can I just assume that they are?”

You blink at him, his words not processing as you try to ascertain that you weren’t dreaming. He gives you a sheepish grin that is so characteristically Baekhyun, so the exact Baekhyun that had you helplessly drowning with no means out, that same smile that had gotten you into this muddle in the first place and you can’t stop yourself from breaking into a wide grin, nodding as a tear streaks down your cheek.

“Yeah, you can,” you say, your voice breaking with a choked sob as you hold out your arms wide open for him.

Baekhyun kicks his foot back to shut the door close, quickly striding over the room to reach you. You gasp as he lifts you up onto your feet with his arms, wrapping you tightly in his embrace. You melt into his hug and raise your hands to his back, pressing your face into his shoulder as he buries his head in the crook of your neck.

Your bodies fit together better than you could have even dreamed it would, his warmth and perfume making your head spin. It faintly occurs to you how it’s the same scent that lingered in the air on all the nights that you’d walked with him and how you’d slowly unknowingly started to find comfort in it. It drowned you now and you felt like you could stay in his arms forever as he held you to him tightly and you hold him back just as tight, knowing that this was long overdue.

Speaking of overdue…

You grip his shoulders and pull away slightly, meeting his eyes that are already flitting across your face, his smile falling slightly as he raises his hands to brush your tears away gently with his thumbs.

“Why are you crying?” Baekhyun whispers softly. “Did you really think I’d leave?”

“You’re an idiot.” You retort, sniffling. “You leave and make me cry just to make a dramatic re-entry like an idiot.”

He chuckles, his hands cupping your face as he smiles. “An idiot who is here now.”

Your eyes fall on his lips then as he says it and he doesn’t hesitate as he tilts his head, leaning forward. Despite this not being your first kiss, your stomach tightens with a fluttery feeling that is intense enough to ache if it weren’t for the addicting distraction that was also, coincidentally, the source of the butterflies.

Baekhyun’s hands are gentle as he holds you to him, tingles running down your spine at his touch. His soft lips pressed against yours sweetly made you feel like you were weightless and as if his grip on you was the only thing keeping you grounded.

You felt like you were burning from the inside but in the most pleasant way, if that was even possible. As if the sun’s rays itself had permeated through the cells of your skin with Baekhyun’s kiss, lighting a fire inside you and the sparks that he’d set off were now dancing across your nerves and making you tingle.

The sun had you in his arms and you were certain that you’d never felt so alive.

Your loop your arms around his shoulders, pulling him into you as you deepen the kiss. Stepping back slightly, the back of your legs hit the bed and you eagerly pull Baekhyun with you as you fall back onto the mattress, giggling as he gasps.

“Y/N,” he mutters, pulling away to look at you. His pouty lips are slightly swollen, face flushed and you can see that he’s restraining himself as he says, “I don’t want to rush into any—”

Your voice is slightly breathless as you cut him off, “We have spent every night together for almost a month in the most romantic cities in the world walking beside each other, Byun Baekhyun, why the hell are my clothes still on—”

He interrupts you this time with his lips, his full weight pressing you into the mattress. Your hands are impatiently tugging at his soft white shirt and he places his hands on the bed to raise his torso up, allowing you to pull it over his chest. He breaks the kiss just to help you yank the shirt off of his neck and toss it to the ground, sitting up above you and pulling you upright with him.

You kiss him hungrily again as your fingers fumble for the front of your shirt, unbuttoning it as hurriedly as possible. Apparently you aren’t quick enough as Baekhyun’s own impatient hands try to help and you suddenly hear a familiar rip, making you freeze.

You pull away from his mouth and glance down, seeing the popped crimson buttons on the white bedspread near Baekhyun’s knee. His hands are clutching your ruined shirt and his eyes are wide as you look up at him with a frown.

“This was limited edition,” you deadpan.

Baekhyun rolls his eyes, snorting. “Oh shut up, you literally designed it, just make another.”

His mouth is back on yours before you can even protest, hands already working on the remnants of the shirt. Fingers deftly unbuttoning the rest of it, he tugs it down your shoulders and you shake your arms behind your back to take it off. Your eyes close as you feel his lips suddenly leave your own, making a trail of kisses over your chin, your cheeks and then to your ears. You arch your head back for better access and Baekhyun is instantly nipping at your earlobe, sucking on the tender flesh of your neck, right below your ear. A shaky breath leaves your lips as you feel his hands on your bare hips then, thumbs drawing smooth circles that were sending tingles all over your nerves.

You feel the slight prick of his teeth as he sucks the skin particularly harshly and you can’t help the moan that escapes your mouth, making Baekhyun’s grip immediately tighten at your sides.

He lifts his head and kisses you heatedly, hand moving up your back to reach your bra.

And that’s when you hear the bell.

You stilled, quickly placing your hands on his shoulders to pull away.

“No, no, no,” Baekhyun mutters, his fingers trying to unclasp the hook. “It’s probably housekeeping.”

“No, wait—Baek!” You shoot him a look as he almost unhooks the bra, leaning away from him to glance at the clock. “They only come in at one.”

“Y/N,” You hear a familiar voice call out suddenly from outside the room, watching Baekhyun’s eyes widen. “It’s me.”

Baekhyun curses, looking at the door in a panic. “Hyungnim. Shit.”

“I’ll take care of it,” you mutter hurriedly, getting off the bed. “Just stay here and shut up, I’ll send him away.”

“What? No, wait—” He stops as you quickly pull on his shirt and pull your hair free from the back of the collar. “That’s my shirt.”

“Well, I can't wear mine since you pretty much guaranteed that I can never close the front again,” you retort as you shush him, gesturing to hide before heading for the door. You take a breath, fixing your hair and open the door slightly, peeking out.

“Hey, Manager,” you greet him with a smile. “What’s up?”

“Have you seen Baekhyun?” He gets straight to the point.

“Uh, no, I haven't.” You frown for an added effect.

“What?” He looks confused as he shakes his head. “His passport, bags and phone are just lying on his bed, so I thought he'd be here with—”

Manager stops suddenly, making you raise an eyebrow. “What’s wrong?”

“That’s Baekhyun’s shirt.”

You glance down, realising that you’d stepped away from the door while talking to him. You quickly raise your head, forcing yourself to remain nonchalant as you start to say, “What, pfft, no, it isn’t—”

“He was literally wearing that an hour ago when I left for breakfast." Manager’s eyes narrowed in suspicion as he asked, “Is he—?”

He pushes you aside before you can even protest, barging into the room. You grimace at the scolding you're sure to receive and take a breath before you turn and head inside, standing three feet behind Manager who stands gaping at a shirtless and sheepishly grinning Baekhyun on your bed.

Manager’s eyes are bulging as he surveys the room and he opens his mouth to start yelling but you quickly blurt, “I was taking his measurements!”

Manager turns to look at you with disbelief and you continue, “His shirt was too loose and I'm making something that's... figure-hugging. I needed exact measurements so I asked him to take off his shirt.”

“And then decided to put it on?” Manager demanded, raising an eyebrow.

You scoffed, waving your hand as if it discard his accusation. “I just have the same shirt, Manager, don't be ridiculous. This is a popular design, it—”

“Your shirt is on the floor." He kicks something that you can't see. “With these buttons that, what, you ripped off? To sew them onto this fictional figure-hugging shirt, I'm sure.”

“Hyungnim,” Baekhyun finally speaks up, his hand on his shoulder as he shoots you a look that says 'please stop talking'. Manager turns to Baekhyun who gives him a smile, fingers nervously scratching at the back of his neck as he says, “I need to change my flight.”

"What?" Manager blinks, clearly not having expected to hear such a statement. “What do you mean, is something—?” He stops and turns to look at you, eyes widening in realisation before whipping his head back at the only person smiling in the room.

“Are you crazy?” Manager sputters in shock. Baekhyun opens his mouth and Hyungnim holds up a hand immediately, countering, “If you say 'I'm crazy in love', Hyun, I swear to god I'll hit you.”

“Ah, Hyungniiiiiiim,” Baekhyun whines childishly, dragging his hand over his face tiredly. “Please. What's the big deal anyway, I don't have any schedule for at least a month.”

“No,” he says fiercely. “I should have known what was going on when you two kept flirting every time you saw each other. You'll be on that flight back to Korea today, Baekhyun.”

He turns and shoots you a glare, quickly leaving your room and you look over at Baekhyun in worry.

“Hyungnim,” Baekhyun continues whining the word as he grabs the towel that you'd hung over the back of the dressing chair. He wraps it around his shoulders and quickly starts to follow Hyungnim out.

“I'll text you in a bit, don't worry,” he mumbles as he reaches you, dropping a quick kiss on your cheek before leaving.

He doesn't text you. In fact, you don't see or even hear from him after he leaves. As 4PM draws closer, you grow more nervous. You try to distract yourself by going to your boutique’s outlet in the downtown area, getting overly concerned about the late shipment of the brocade that had been ordered. It’s only when Seoyeon shoots you a look after you mistakenly throw the receipts of the previous orders that was placed right next to your crumpled designs which were what actually belonged in the trash that she tells you to stop and go sit down.

So you do. And before you can stop yourself, you throw away your pride and nervously text him:

[4:03PM] Please don't tell me you caught the flight back.

You grow more anxious with every second that passes and you're certain you've chewed your lipstick almost completely off when your phone suddenly vibrates with a call.

Eyes wide, you quickly answer and breathe out a soft ‘hello’.

“Do not, under any circumstances, ever let Seoyeon and Hyungnim meet,” Baekhyun instructs, sounding exhausted. “He hasn't left my side, Y/N. Every time I check my phone, he's monitoring me like a hawk.”

You sigh, mixed feelings of relief at him not leaving and worry about Manager’s behaviour swirling through you.

“Don't worry,” Baek said softly and you can hear the slight smile in his voice. “I didn't leave. I just got away for a second now to call you and tell you that. I'll meet you at the hotel tonight, okay? He has to leave at some point.”

You frown. “What? Baek, more sneaking around? Why can’t you just talk to him about—?”

“Ya, Byun Baekhyun!”

You stop when you hear the familiar voice yelling at a distance.

“Aish, what? It's my mother, Hyung!” Baekhyun lies loudly, quickly disconnecting the call.

You stare at your phone for a while, wondering if he would get into too much trouble.

You hear the door open and turn to see Seoyeon enter with an eyebrow raised. “Why are you here today? Thought you had plans with Baekhyun. You’re being all weird and frenzy-like too, is something wrong?”

“Um.” You turn fully, pausing before saying, “Sit down. I need to tell you something.”

Seoyeon freezes, eyes widening. “Oh my god. You're... you're pregnant, aren't you?” She starts cursing, hands already going to her phone as she started hurriedly scrolling through her contacts. “Jesus Christ, Y/N, I told you to be fucking careful, I'm going to kill him, I swear to God—”

“Seoyeon, can your dramatic ass just shut up and listen to me for a second?” You roll your eyes and grab her hand, pulling her down onto the plush chair. You sit across from her and she listens carefully as you recite the incidents from today morning—your entire argument, him leaving only to walk back in, Manager walking in on the two of you and doing his maximum to keep you apart.

You expected Seoyeon to flip—yell, lecture, ask for Manager’s number so both of them could exchange your and Baekhyun's schedules, start to conspire to keep you two apart and such. What you didn't expect was for her to grin and hug you tightly, saying that she was happy for you.

You'd immediately pushed her off, accusing her of holding a knife to your back but she'd rolled her eyes.

“Y/N,” she said, sighing. “I said what I had to say at the show because I love you and you needed to know what you're jumping into before diving head-first into it. You're an adult and so is he. If he makes you happy, and I can see that he does because I’ve never seen you like this—then, I’m truly happy for you, Y/N. You can make your own decisions, I know that and so do you.” She paused before muttering, “Does Hyungnim know it though?”

You rolled your eyes. “I don't think so. I wanted to tell Baek to talk to him seriously when he called just now but he hung up before I had a chance.”

“I'm sure he will,” Seoyeon reassured you, smiling. The large clock in your office suddenly rung and she glanced at you. “Neither of us are supposed to be here today so I know you're jobless. Want to get something to eat?”

“This is literally my place of work but yeah, let's. Sushi?”

She shoots you a weird look. “You're eating a lot more Asian food now, you know that?” At your startled expression and sheepish smile, she rolls her eyes, muttering, “What is Byun Baekhyun doing to you?”

“You know what, I can honestly say I don’t know,” you reply with a grin, grabbing your bag as the two of you head out.

Seoyeon and you end up sending most of the afternoon and evening out. She talks to you some more about Baekhyun, prepping you about the long distance, the fame, the obsessive fans, the manipulative media—you listen silently and appreciate how she doesn’t scold or chastise you for your decision. It makes you wonder whether she approved of it but you find yourself too hesitant to ask.

It’s close to midnight when you head out of the bathroom, fresh from the shower. You glance at your phone, shoulders slumping when you notice that there are still no messages. Baekhyun hasn’t tried to contact you after the one call when he hung up so abruptly.

You pull on the shirt that you’d removed off of Baekhyun just today morning—he’d left it in your room and you couldn’t help but be thankful since you had missed his familiar perfume all day. Hesitating at the impulsive thought in your mind, you square your shoulders and head out of your room, making a beeline for the door at the end of the hallway that you knew was Baekhyun’s.

You ring the bell, hearing it echo inside. There’s silence and you briefly wonder if he’d even returned from wherever he went with Manager.

You suddenly hear a slight shuffle and then a familiar voice cursing loudly as the door opens.

Your eyes widen as you see Manager with a fake polite smile, Baekhyun scowling behind him.

“Ms. Y/N,” Manager says in an overly sweet tone. “Can I help you?”

“Uh.” You blink, glancing at Baekhyun over his shoulder. Hyungnim notices your wandering gaze and steps forward to block your view. You scowl at this, finally looking up at him and saying, “You know, this is awfully childish.”

“Oh really?” He doesn’t play dumb as he immediately raises an eyebrow, almost daring you to continue.

“Yes, really,” you reply heatedly, crossing your arms. “We’re all adults here. If Baekhyun wants to date someone, he can.”

“No one is dating anyone, Ms. Y/N,” Manager snaps, stepping back to grip the handle of the door. “Goodnight.”

He slams the door shut before you can even reply and you stare at the closed door, aghast as you wonder whether you should pound on it with your fist.

Deciding against it, you sulk as you head back to your own room.

You fall asleep after cradling your silent phone for a while on your bed, waiting for a text or call that never comes.

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werejusttouchingeachother · 4 years

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DUBAI 2019 [August 26th, 9:00PM]

Chapter 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10 | 11 | 12 | 13 | 14 T/W: smoking, smutty Words: 3638

True to your word, you’d shown him all of Dubai in the ways that it was meant to be seen—at night. Of course, the crowds never did recede but it was easier to go unnoticed with you manoeuvring him through less packed areas.

More than any other city you’d been in, Dubai reeked of luxury. Fancy sports cars were on every corner, most of the crowds were decked in designer from head to toe and the buildings were taller than any you’d ever seen. One would have to drive quite a bit out of the heart of the city to find areas inhabited by the average middle-classes.

Places that no common tourist guide would ever take anyone.

And so you did. You drove Baekhyun to all your favourite parts of the city, revelling in the awe on his face as you lead him all over downtown.

It was easy to lose yourself in a city like Dubai. Much like New York, it was easy to be caught up in the hustle, a lifestyle where you merely drove from your apartment to the workplace and back, using what little of the weekends that you’d had to yourself to just stay in your bed.

But after three months of living in such oblivion, you ventured out on a Friday night. You drove alongside the beach, wanting to see where the ocean ended or where the land began. And in true Dubai fashion, you hadn’t realised how long you’d been driving.

Until you’d seen the first glimmer of the sun’s rays as it filtered through the dark sky.

There weren’t many places that were dark in Dubai since almost all the roads were lit with the faint yellow streetlights but as you drove along the beachside, you’d wandered too far from the city’s bright lights and closer to the murky darkness that seemed like an abyss as the shore and the ocean merged into one black void.

But then the sun had risen far in the distance, a narrow streak of the first bright ray almost blinding you as it crept over the coastline.

You’d gotten out of the car and watched the sunrise then as it cascaded over the city.

It was slow at first, almost tentative as it leapt over the still waters and you watched as the ocean turned teal again, sparkling with every hit of the sun’s rays that then reached out farther to the skyline and brushed against the peaks of the skyscrapers in the distance.

You can recall how you’d immediately thought of Baekhyun then, sitting down on the sand as you felt the warmth slowly envelop you. You were reminded of all the cities, all the times you’d seen him, all the countries.

But the sunrise reminded you of Paris. Of that afternoon at the hotel after you’d both confessed, of the way he’d taken you into his arms and kissed you. Of how you’d been crying, feeling a cold numbness almost set into you until he’d wrapped you in his ethereal warmth, basking you in his sunshine.

You took him into the heart, driving along the highway that bordered the same Corniche beach.

You’d rolled down the window and watched Baekhyun as he leaned his head back in his seat, eyes closing at the rush of the cool wind against his face. He held your hand over the gearshift, smelling the salty ocean and at one point, you were certain that you could even taste it in the air.

“It’ll be nice to see the sunset here,” he’d murmured and you’d tightened your grip on his hand, closing the windows when the car had slowed as you drove back to the main streets. You let go of his hand to grab his mask and handed it to him, saying, “Sunrises are pretty, too.”

“You don’t like sunsets?”

“I like sunrises more,” you’d shrugged as you turned to the alley behind the restaurant, driving into an empty parking spot. “They remind me of you.”

Baekhyun blinked then, cocking his head in confusion as you unlocked your seatbelt and grinned at him.

“Never mind,” you answer his unasked question, taking the hat off his head. “You can take off the mask. Let’s go have dinner.”

Baekhyun seems wary as you lead him up the familiar wooden stairs by his hand, noticing his spooked expression as he looked around the slightly dark restaurant. You finally reach the glass doors of Trance, pushing them open and smiling when you see the familiar face.

“Zahid,” you call out and he looks up from his phone at your voice, a grin mimicking yours as he stands up to greet you warmly.

“I was starting to worry, Y/N,” he admits, shaking your hand fondly. “You haven’t been here in a long while.”

“I’ve been busy with work,” you confess apologetically before swatting his arm jokingly. “I’m here now to make up for it, aren’t I?”

He shoots you a look, feigning a mock-impressed expression as he says, “Yes, it’s always a pleasure when a guest buys the entire restaurant for four hours.”

You grin as you mouth a genuine ‘thank you’ before pulling your boyfriend by his arm forward, switching to English as you say, “Zahid, this is my boyfriend, Baekhyun. Baek, owner and co-chef of Trance, Zahid.”

“Ah, hello, nice to meet you,” Baekhyun greets, holding out his hand and bowing slightly by habit.

Zahid smiles widely as he takes his hand. “EXO’s Baekhyun, I’ve heard so much about you! I must admit I never listened to Korean music until she told me about you but I really like it! I was there for the fountain show, Power!”

“He was,” you agree, laughing and raising your arms when you could tell Zahid was about to attempt the choreography. “Okay, please don’t embarrass me.”

“But that’s my job!”

“No, your job is to cook for us and run this place that I just paid a lot for,” you retort, rolling your eyes playfully as you grab Baekhyun’s arm. “I’ll be at my usual booth.”

The air is cooler on the rooftop, the wooden floors slightly echoing against every step that you take. The rooftop lounge is wide and spacious with modern furnishings and sleek interior designs. The red and blue moody lightings gave a relaxed and an almost seductive vibe with the dark colour scheme of the restaurant. A cluster of Moroccan-styled pendant lamps are placed at the corners to casting the intimate mood lighting softly over the plush cushions and sitting booths.

Overlooking the banister around the lounge is the breath-taking view of the Dubai skyline. Trance was not on an extremely high floor that overlooked the buildings but there wasn’t really any place from which you could look down at towering Burj Khalifa—except maybe from a plane.

Nevertheless the view was impressive and you knew the Baekhyun felt the same as he stared off into the distance, the city lights reflecting in his eyes like a cosmic galaxy as you lead him to your usual booth at the corner.

“When’d you start speaking Arabic?” Baekhyun mutters as you take off your jacket. He blinks, looking down at the plush couches of the sitting booth, caught off guard.

“Okay, so,” you start in explanation, feeling excited. “I know you expected a fancy restaurant with tables and chairs but this is a lot better—it’s a rooftop shisha bar. The non-smoking restaurant area is downstairs and this is for shisha mostly. Now, okay, listen, I know—” You raise your hands in a calm-down gesture when his eyes widen at your words. Slowly, you say, “I know you haven’t done this before so I thought you could try it because honestly, there’s no better place to do it. No one is here nor can anyone come in because I’ve reserved the whole lounge for the rest of the night for utmost privacy.”

“But,” you continue, giving him a small smile, “I also know that you’re sensitive to smells which is another reason why I booked the entire place actually so that other people smoking won’t bother you. But if you don’t want to try it at all, we can just eat out here because honestly—” You throw your arms open to gesture at the expanse of the sky above you, stepping close to the banister to gesture at the sparkling city below.

“—the view is fantastic,” you complete, grinning at him.

Baekhyun leans back against the banister across from you, crossing his arms with an unreadable expression as he asks, “How long have you been coming here? It must be often since you’re really close with the owner. Also when did you start smoking?”

“Not as often as I’d like to, and no, we just struck up a conversation once and got along fairly well.”

“Y/N, he knows me. You introduced me as your boyfriend.”

You throw your hands up in exasperation. “Okay, fine, we’re kind of close! He’s a great guy and trustworthy, so just believe me, please. You know I wouldn’t tell about us to any random person.”

Baekhyun stares at you in silence, raising an eyebrow when you don’t continue. “Okay. I believe you. Now answer the smoking question.”

You sigh, slumping your shoulders as you shake your head at him. “Relax, Baek, I’m not doing it often. I just come here when I’m stressed because it honestly is relaxing.” You hesitate before crouching to grab your coat from the couch, ready to leave but Baekhyun takes your hand, pulling you down.

“All right, fuck it, let’s do it,” he relented, sighing and giving a small smile when you start bouncing with excitement. He holds up a hand, loudly stating, “Buuuut please get something that doesn’t give me a headache. I have to shoot tomorrow.”

“Yeah, yeah, don’t worry!” You nod excitedly, calling over the familiar waiter. “I’ll get something mild.” You think before teasing, “Maybe cucumber—”

“Bye,” Baekhyun deadpans, starting to get up and you grab his arm, laughing as you pull him back onto the couch. You sink back into the plush couch after ordering, relaxing into Baekhyun’s side as you watch him stare at the waiter in fascination when he walks back in with the shisha vase in his hand.

You sit up straighter as he sets up the vase on the crimson Persian carpet between the two of you, stirring the coal atop the plate before handing you the hose. You thank him softly and Baekhyun turns to you as you remove the plastic wrapping around the mouth-tip to insert it at the end of the hose, hearing him ask what you just said.

“Thanks,” you responded, looking up at Baekhyun as the waiter leaves.

“No, say it in Arabic, the way you just did.”

You smile slightly before enunciating, “Shukran.”

“Shukran?” he repeats softly, eyes on your mouth to imitate you and your own gaze drops to his, grinning as his lips form a pout.

“Yes, shukran,” you whisper, unable to stop yourself from pressing a light kiss before pulling back and giving him a teasing smile. “Do you like it when I speak Arabic?”

“I like it when you speak any language,” he replies huskily, leaning forward and pausing when he notices the hose in your hand. “Okay, why can’t I smell it? How mild did you ask it to be?”

“It’s not something you smell that strongly, Baek, it’s not weed,” you laugh at his worry, placing a hand on his knee comfortingly. “Give it a minute. Just relax and just watch me, okay?”

You lean back and raise the hose, wrapping your lips around the brightly-coloured tip and inhaling slowly. Baekhyun watches you carefully with hooded eyes, gaze darting to the base of the vase, watching the liquid bubble slightly as you inhale and remove it from your mouth, a puff of smoke escaping your parted lips.

Baekhyun is leaning back against the couch, watching you with wide eyes. You raise an eyebrow at him and he asks, “I want to be repulsed by this so bad but why the hell am I turned on watching you do that?”

You laugh, shaking your head as you hold out the hose to him. “Do you want to try it? It’s fine if you don’t—”

He grabs the pipe, cutting you off. Gently, you instruct how to do it and you watch as he hesitates before following your words. You watch as he blows a puff of smoke and give him an impressed look as you cheer, “Hey, you did it! And you didn’t cough!”

“Why is that smooth?” Baekhyun demands like he’s offended as he stares down at the pipe. “And what is that flavour?”

“What do you taste?” You grin, leaning back on the couch.

“… something fresh,” he answers, looking at you in bewilderment. “Like the beach. Almost like mint but it isn’t.”

“It’s called Spring Breeze. Do you feel relaxed?”

“Yes, very, and I hate it.” At your confused expression, he explains, “No, I love how relaxed I feel and I hate how much I love it.”

Beaming widely, you call over the waiter to order dinner as Baekhyun gets more comfortable with the pipe, smoking and puckering his mouth to attempt blowing circles.

“Okay, hon, relax,” you chide, taking it from his hand to slow him down. “It’s not vape, you can’t do all the cool tricks with this.”

“What can you do then?” Baekhyun questions, sitting back to watch you take your turn.

You pause before taking another puff and then lean forward until your face is hovering a few inches away from his. Locking eyes with his, you lift the pipe and inhale deeply, feeling the fresh almost minty-cool mist settle on your tongue and lower it only after a few seconds. Slowly, you exhale from your nose, causing thin tendrils of wispy smoke to drift down your nostrils.

Baekhyun leans forward, inhaling the sweet-smelling smoke as you breathe it out and you feel his fingers on your arms then, pushing you against the couch. You make a muffled noise of surprise upon being pressed against the plush velvet when he closes the distance between your mouths, a smoky mist still around your faces as you taste the coolness of the shisha on his lips, his tongue. An intense sensation of arousal rises deep within you and you can’t help but moan softly into the kiss, melting in his arms like putty.

“Does this get you high, Y/N?” Baekhyun mutters against your skin as he presses kisses into your throat. You whine out a protest to his question when you feel a sting as his teeth bite down slightly on the soft flesh.

“It does give a buzz, though,” you admit breathlessly and Baekhyun pulls back to look at you lazily smile up at him with half-lidded eyes, swollen lips and a reddening neck.

“Does it get you horny?” He asks, voice husky with arousal and you feel his hand hike up the hem of your dress, resting on your thigh.

“From past experiences, no,” you answer honestly, raising your finger to trace the defined cupid’s bow of his lips. Baekhyun’s eyes dilate slightly at your touch and you whisper, “Pretty sure that’s not the shisha and just my red lipstick doing things to you again, Baek.”

He doesn’t respond as he grabs your raised hand by the wrist, lowering it and bringing his own fingers to your mouth. You hear his breath audibly catch as your lips part almost with a mind of their own to allow his fingers slip inside easily.

Choking slightly from the way you’re sitting back, Baekhyun’s other hand comes around your neck to tilt your head up enough and he pushes his two slender digits in almost all the way to his knuckles.

“Yeah, it’s the lipstick,” Baekhyun agrees as you suck lazily, rolling the tip of your tongue on the underside of his fingers and he groans at the sensation. His other hand quickly dives in between your pressed knees, roughly parting them and you gasp aloud, arching up from the couch when you feel his hand dive in between your thighs. His eyes meet yours with disbelief as his knuckles press against your clothed core, asking, “Why’d you wear underwear?”

You narrow your eyes at him, wrapping your hand around his to yank his fingers out of your mouth, a trail of saliva connecting his fingers as you reply, “Because I dressed for dinner and not sex.” You straighten on the couch and tug down your dress, much to Baekhyun's dismay, continuing, “Also, this country is kind of strict about its rules against PDA so you might want to—Baek, the waiter's coming, get your hand off my ass.”

You elbow him on his side, glaring as you shove him back when the waiter walks to your table. You grab the shisha's pipe that had been temporarily forgotten on the carpeted floor and grab a tissue to busy yourself while wiping the mouth-tip, unable to meet the waiter’s eye—especially since you noticed his expression as he entered the lounge that was a dead giveaway that he definitely knew what the two of you were doing even though you stopped right as he walked in.

Your messy hair and flushed face most certainly did not help.

He placed the meat platter down along with a plate of the traditional Arabic bread and the condiments.

Exhaling the puff you just took, you turn to him to explain the delicious meal you had laid out in front of you but he was pouting, eyes narrowed as he sighs loudly.

“I still can’t believe you wore your panties,” he stated with annoyance.

“I have literally only skipped wearing it that one time at the Milan club, Baek!” You exclaim with a laugh at his childish pout. “Shut up and listen to me about the meal now.”

You smiled as you saw Baekhyun immediately grab the pink-coloured fizzy drink in the tall glass, sucking on the straw and humming in content at the sweet liquid.

“It’s strawberry mint mojito,” you explain, taking it from him to sip a bit. “It complements the shisha flavour.”

True to the consistent Baekhyun that you knew, if there was one thing that could have him distracted enough to not be groping you—it was food.

There weren't many moments in your life that you remembered or cherished closely in a way that they’re still crystal clear when you recall them again years later.

In fact, you could count them on your hands.

The adrenalin rush you had at the Incheon airport, heart pounding louder in your ears than the intercom announcements about boarding your flight to Paris as you decided to run, once and for all.

The sky as you stepped out of Roissy Airport and looked around Paris for the first time with hardly any money in your pockets but a luggage of scrapbooks filled with designs.

The exact time, location and outfit you were wearing when you got a call from Sylvie’s assistant as she told you that they’d received your portfolio and Madame Sylvie herself was interested to have you as her apprentice.

Seoyeon’s elated expression as she sat beside you when you handed over the signed contract to the Chamber of Commerce in Paris for officially opening your first place of business.

The way you’d practically collapsed as you received an invitation to present your work at your first Paris Fashion Week.

Baekhyun’s gaze at the power room as he stared at you in the dark like he was seeing you for the first time, a look in his eyes that to this day you couldn't describe—the one that changed everything, the gaze that lead to your undoing.

The way you’d burst into happy tears for the first time in your life when Baekhyun had walked back into your hotel room at Paris while you were crying, the way he’d kissed you and you’d felt like you had the sun in your arms.

The way Baekhyun had felt, the way he’d sounded against your chest as he hugged you on the floor of his dorm room while misquoting Frozen after almost two hellish months apart.

And now, as you laughed at Baekhyun's stories of the boys, you stared at him with a heart fuller than your stomach, despite all the kebabs and koftas you’d just had.

This. This right here would go on to be another memory that you’d remember as clear as ever—the sweet smell of the shisha hanging over the two of you, the soft Arabic music that Zahid had left playing in the background, Baekhyun’s sparkling eyes that were prettier than any skyline, his warm lingering touches dancing across your skin, his loud boisterous laugh that you could hear echo heartily around you without fearing anyone else hearing or seeing because you’d been wise enough to finally create a private paradise in a big world that always seemed too small for both of you.

Hours after you’d cleared all the plates on the table and were laughing at his story about Jongin being clumsy again, you both fell into a comfortable silence and your eyes met over the table.

And you knew. So did Baekhyun although you were sure he’d blame the shisha for its ‘buzz’ later.

“Hey,” he said, taking your hand that was atop the table. He stares deeply at you without saying a word and you smile.

“I know,” you reply with a nod, your voice soft. “Me too.”

Baekhyun’s eyes became crescent moons from how hard he grinned at you and you tighten your grip around his fingers, feeling him squeeze back.

My sunshine, mine.

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werejusttouchingeachother · 4 years

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NEW YORK CITY 2018 [June 18th, 8:00AM]

Chapter 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10 | 11 T/W: angst - mentions of depression, abuse, cursing Words: 1465

You had reread the message Manager had sent you the morning after Baekhyun left your apartment at New York almost twenty times before the words finally registered in your brain. You’d waken up and had just picked up your phone to call Baekhyun but then felt time stop as you saw the message notification:

[5:00AM] Y/N, Baekhyunie just texted me from the airport? He caught an early-morning flight back to Seoul and said he’ll reach tonight. I don’t know what happened between you two or if anything happened at all but since this is so sudden, I felt that you should know. Hope everything’s okay.

Seoyeon had driven to your apartment about three hours later after you’d finally managed to call her and uttered a few incoherent words before breaking down into loud sobs. After about an hour of calming you down and another, you had finally explained the entire shit-storm that occurred the previous night.

“Before anything else,” Seoyeon started, meeting your teary eyes with a sharp gaze of her own. “I need to ask about Yuta. What exactly happened in that room? Drunk or not, you said you wanted to kiss him. Are you falling out of love with Baek—?”

“No!” You’d protested loudly, shaking your head wildly as you sniffled. “No, no, I’m not. I love him with everything I have, Seoyeon, you know that.”

“Okay, so my assumption is right, then,” she nodded and sat down across from you, grabbing your hands that you’d held clasped tightly in front of you.

“Listen to me, Y/N,” Seoyeon said slowly, her tone sounding more serious than you’d ever heard it. “This is something I’ve always wanted to tell you but I’ve never found the right time to and now seems better than any so here goes: Have you ever considered therapy?”

You blink, completely caught off guard by the question. “I-what? Therapy?”

“Yes,” she nods. She pauses before saying, “Okay, I don’t mean this offensively but your childhood has fucked you up, Y/N.”

“Whose hasn’t?” You snorted derisively and Seoyeon shoots you a glare.

“This is exactly my point,” Seoyeon states, rolling her eyes. “You don’t see it but that doesn’t mean it isn’t there. You have severe trust issues that interfere with every relationship you build. Look at us, for instance. I’m your closest and only friend, Y/N. Do you remember how you were when we first met at Paris? You were an apprentice back then. You thought I was an airhead and that I was faking my interest in your designs and lying about helping you with the boutique, about wanting to give you the business mind that you lacked. You regard everyone at arm’s length and you don’t let anyone into your life or personal issues. It’s why I was so surprised when you and Baekhyun happened—the way you fell for him so hard and so fast, throwing all your caution to the wind which was so unlike you. I was praying it wouldn’t affect your relationship with him, but with his career, it only became more of a reason to trigger it.”

You were staring at her like she’d been speaking Greek and Seoyeon sighed, tightening her grip around your hands as she said, “You’re not in love with Yuta. You know that and so do I. You had your first real fight with Baekhyun, he said stuff that made you feel as if you’d fucked up—which you did—but you let it get to your head in ways that he didn’t mean it. All these demons that you keep running away from resurfaced and what you did with Yuta was a clear matter of self-sabotage. You wanted to take the easy way out because you knew deep down, Baekhyun wouldn’t up and leave you just like that. You needed to fuck up so that he would leave first while blaming you because you know that you can’t leave him.”

You can still recall the way you’d felt as you listened to Seoyeon’s words that day. She made no sense but at the same time, it was like the most dreadful realisation had dawned upon you and had numbed you all over.

“He did, though,” you muttered softly, eyes brimming with tears again as you looked at her. “He did leave. I did fuck up.”

Seoyeon shook her head, sighing. “You fucked up by believing that you’re worthless because your parents always said you were and you let that affect you. He left because he thought he was hurting you by being in a relationship that made you feel worthless, not because he thinks you are. He left because he doesn’t want to hurt you, Y/N.”

“But it’s not him.” You look up at her. “It’s… it’s my head. I’m hurting myself.”

Seoyeon hesitated, cocking her head before responding, “Well, I wouldn’t say it’s just you.”

You frown and she continues, “Look, you have shit that you need to get together, true. But he’s not wrong. You heard everything he said, with the media and the fans and that entire tragic scenario he so kindly described for you. Those are also obstacles that will be there in your relationship, if you choose to continue pursuing it. Even if you manage to not let your doubts and anxieties get the worst of you and wreck this relationship—that is something in your control. Baekhyun’s life and job aren’t. There are high possibilities you may never go public. You may end up getting married in an extremely small event with just a few people and forever living as Mrs. Byun X. Your identity when related to him may have to always be a secret, Y/N. Till the grave.”

She let go of your hands then, pulling away and leaning back in the seat to look at you. You had an expression as if hell had frozen over and she paused before saying gently, “Maybe a break is a good thing, Y/N. There’s a lot to consider and maybe now is the time to do it.”

You shake your head, pressing your fisted hands to your eyes. “I can’t let go of him, Seoyeon.”

You felt her arms wrap around you then and you reflexively leaned into her warm embrace that had been as gentle as her words, “Work on yourself. You need to stop being so harsh on yourself and thinking you’re not worthy of the love that Baekhyun and I shower upon you. You can’t go back into a relationship with the same baggage that was the exact reason for it crumbling in the first place.”

“Therapy?” You pull away and say it hesitantly, the word tasting foreign on your lips. “Am I that… fucked?”

Seoyeon shakes her head at your broken tone and hugs you tightly, her voice hoarse as she quickly reassures you, “It’s not your fault, love, oh god. Please don’t blame yourself for your parents’ mistakes. I only want you to get help because I don’t want your past relationships to wreck those in the future.”

You’re crying in her chest and she runs her hand over your head soothingly. It reminds you of Baekhyun’s habit of always kissing the top of your head which makes you cry harder.

“Does he know about your parents, Y/N?” She asks and you shake your head, pulling away and sniffling as you look up at her.

“Less than you,” you reply, making her eyes widen.

“What? But I only know that they abused you both physically and mentally.”

“Mentally,” you immediately correct her. “They only hit me those two times.”

“That is still abuse,” Seoyeon snaps, her voice and glare sharp enough to make you back down. She takes a deep breath, pinching the bridge of her nose as she says, “I know a therapist who’s pretty great. If you’re ready, I can book an appointment with her tomorrow. You can’t keep running from what happened to you and lying to yourself. The first step to healing is confronting your shit and your fuck-ups. And as scary as that is, I’m going to be here for you and help you. Regardless of what happens with Baekhyun, this is something you need to do for yourself.”

“Why do you know so much about this?” You raise an eyebrow as you finally voice the question you’d been thinking the whole time. “The whole in-depth psych analysis you just did, all this about demons and past. What’s going on?”

“Everyone has demons, Y/N.” Seoyeon gives you a smile then, one that doesn’t reach her eyes. “Most just need help facing them and I’m trying to push you in that direction. Now come on, let’s get you under some water. You’re still in the dress and makeup from last night.”

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DUBAI 2019 [August 26th, 7:13PM]

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You stare down at your hands in his, running your fingers absentmindedly over the rings on Baekhyun’s slender fingers.

“You’re right,” you finally say, looking up to meet his eyes. “I sleep on the couch. This is my bed.”

He sighs, shaking his head at you. “Y/N, your back will start hurting. Your neck too. You need to stop being so careless with your body—”

“It’s not about New York,” you cut him off, feeling crushed by the weight of your thoughts and wanting to let it out.

“I didn’t move to this place because of New York,” you clarified, meeting his eyes as you let go of his hands. “But what happened earlier today – at my office, that was about New York.”

Baekhyun frowns in confusion, cocking his head and you elaborate, “Baek, we need to talk about it. I can’t take a break. This is hard enough and you’re leaving, what, in two days? I can’t—”

“Hey, hey,” he says soothingly, grabbing your face and squishing your cheeks slightly. You narrow your eyes into a glare and he grins as he says, “Relax, Y/N. Who even said anything about a break? You think too much.”

“You’re one to talk,” you say—or try to, except you only end up looking like a fish and sounding incoherent. Baekhyun laughs before pecking your pouty lips and pulling away, releasing your face.

“You think too much too,” you retort clearly, your tone defensive. “Except when I overthink, I talk to you about it. You become silent, get mad and leave the room.”

“You’re right,” he admits with a wry smile, taking your hands in his again. He plays with your fingers as he mumbles something under his breath.

You lean forward and raise your eyebrow at him, muttering, “Hey. Baekhyun.” He raises his head to meet your eyes and when you see the anxious expression on his face, you immediately feel your body tense with worry.

You were used to seeing storms in your own eyes but to see them reflected in Baekhyun’s hurt you more than you thought it would and even scared you a bit since it was not a common occurrence like yours.

“What’s going on?” You asked, voice soft.

“I just…” He sighs loudly, leaning back against the armrest of the couch as he said, “I feel stupid. I mean, in New York, that whole night I just preached about how stupid it was to go public. And then today, in the closet, I finally got it. I understood why you felt so mad that night.”

You shake your head at him, confused by his words. “What are you saying? That night wasn’t about that, you know that. It was—”

“Yeah, I know,” he nodded, grabbing your hand and you reflexively laced your fingers together, silently encouraging him to continue. “But I knew about the real reasons only about two months later, remember? That whole time, its cause I thought you were mad and upset about us having to be quiet about our relationship. And after today, I’m mad about it. Like really fucking mad, Y/N.”

You stare at him quietly, trying to understand what was worrying him right now.

“What… do you mean?” You ask slowly, thoughts racing as you remember Seoyeon’s words earlier. “Wait. Baek, you didn’t call him, did you? That Korean reporter from Dispatch, Gae In or something?”

“Gae Jin,” Baekhyun corrects, blinking in surprise at you. “How do you know about him?”

“Seoyeon mentioned that she saw you calling him,” you replied quickly, waving off his question impatiently. “Did you call him?”

He shakes his head. “No, I didn’t, relax. I stopped myself right when I was about to.” He thinks for a moment before mumbling lowly, “Maybe I should.”

“Baek, what the hell are you saying?”

“He was hitting on you, Y/N,” Baekhyun finally snaps, straightening on the couch so suddenly that you almost fell back. He grabs you around your middle right as you’re about to and his eyes are blazing as he grits, “That asshole from the magazine today. He was so rude and such a dick, Y/N, and I can’t believe I was such an idiot to never think of how there must be guys like that hitting on you all the time because we can’t fucking walk around in public—”

“Baekhyun,” you say his name, placing your hands gently on his chest in an effort to calm him down. “Look, it's not that big of a deal. You said it yourself, he’s just an asshole who—”

“It's him, isn’t it?” Baekhyun cuts you off, raising an eyebrow. “Yeong Jae. The articles. From the Venice show. ‘CEO and Director, Y/N and Bonjour's Executive Editor, Yeong Jae: a fashion couple in the making’?”

You flinched at his tone and the way he remembered the headline word-for-word, shaking your head at him.

“You know,” you start, trying to reassure him. “If it helps, the only reason that made it to the newspaper was cause that asshole called them to the show. It wasn't even a big event—mostly upcoming designers and apprentices. I was so surprised by the press coverage and it’s only later that Seoyeon told me that she scared one of the reporters into finally admitting that Yeong Jae had been the one to call them.”

“So you’re telling me,” Baekhyun replies slowly with barely restrained frustration, “that this asshole wanted the headlines? He was all flirty with you at Venice on purpose?”

“... for the headlines, yes.” You pause, muttering, “Although I’m not sure if that was his smartest decision. A lot of his fans were mad about it and sent hate—”

“Okay, that didn’t help, Y/N!” Baekhyun exclaims loudly, throwing his hands up in exasperation. “The guy has been pursuing you since Venice. He got mad at you for refusing to go out with him today. He’s genuinely interested in you.”

“No, he's interested in headlines,” you correct, stressing each word for emphasis. “Yeong Jae is a classic douche, Baek. He saw the media attention that the articles of us got and today's stunt was just to blaze that flame again. Or at the most, sex. That's it. The guy is trash.”

You notice his sour expression and continue, “Even if he is genuinely interested, what’s the big deal? I’m clearly not and I told him that too. What are you so worried about?”

You pause, a sense of dread creeping into you as your tone softens while asking, “Do you not trust me?”

“What, no!” Baekhyun yells defensively, grabbing your hands with wide eyes. He lowers his voice while saying, “Of course I trust you, it’s not... it just pisses me off, Y/N. Guys shouldn’t be hitting on you. You’re mine, not just someone to be hit on. You don’t get it—”

“Whoa,” you cut him off in surprise at his words, pulling your hands free to look at him as you repeat loudly, “I don't get it? I don't get it?” You scoff in disbelief. “I am dating one of Korea’s top most men who is loved so much by almost half the planet that I could literally die if word gets out that I’m the one kissing and sleeping with their beloved oppa.”

You scoot back on the couch to the opposite end, glaring at him as you cross your arms. “Trust me, Baekhyun, I get it better than anyone else.”

Baekhyun blinks in surprise at your sharp tone before pouting and crawling over to you. You roll your eyes as he dramatically collapses on top of you, arms wrapping around your waist and burying his head in your chest. You half-assedly try to push him off and give up after about three seconds of struggle, sinking your fingers into his pink hair instead. You release the breath you'd been holding when he jumped on you and your hands absentmindedly massage his scalp lightly.

Baekhyun hums softly in content, snuggling closer to your chest until his cheek is pressed against your breast.

You feel him mumble something but his voice is muffled so you hum in question.

“What happened at Venice?” He blinks up at you and you’re almost reminded of a puppy by the innocent way he just did it.

“It’s not that I don't trust you,” he continues softly. “I just want to know if you did something unknowingly that made him think you were interested in him too.”

You snort at the thought. “He literally accused me of being gay and used it as justification for my rejection because his head is so far up his hetero ass that he thinks every single straight woman is lusting after him. I did nothing of the sort and he clearly thinks he’s too good to be rejected.” You pause before admitting, “Seoyeon and I were stressed about the outlet here. Raw materials and fabrics from our usual places at Venice were running low because the month that we went clashed with the peak time when most designers were bulk-buying materials for the fall/winter shows. I didn’t plan ahead and he was doing a segment for the magazine so he saw us struggling and helped us out. He invited me to a show on the last night and the next morning, I flew back here. That weekend, the articles came out. During the first week before inaugurating and officially opening the boutique here, you stopped calling and texting so I flew out to Seoul during your Tempo promotions.”

“I’m sorry,” Baekhyun mutters, sitting up slightly. The movement made you raise your eyebrow at him since he was practically on your lap now but then he grabs your thighs, quickly pulling you onto him so that you’re straddling him instead.

Your head is slightly higher to his since you’re sitting on his legs and your face hovers over his, the soft breaths escaping your parted lips fanning his cheeks. Involuntarily, you slowly sling your arms around his neck and tugging him closer until his face is a hair’s breadth away. Your slightly wet hair falls around your face in a way that when you lean your head down to his, it cascades around both your faces, hiding both of you.

Despite being the eyes that you’d gazed into for almost three years now—eyes you couldn’t look away from, eyes you fell in love with, eyes that hurt you when they were narrowed in your direction, eyes that broke your heart when they grew teary, eyes that sparkled brighter than any other you knew, eyes that made butterflies erupt in your stomach—it still made you feel short of breath as he stared up at your face.

“I never did apologise for that,” he whispered softly like he was telling a secret that he didn’t even want to let the air around you hear.

“I shouldn’t have made you worry and fly out to me because I was being dumb and jealous,” he continues. “I trust you. It just hurts when you’re not around and to know someone else is probably asking you out for dinner.”

“Well, then you should also know that I’m refusing them every time,” you answer with a smile, kissing his cheek and hugging his head to your chest while sighing loudly, “You’re the only one I want to have dinner with, you big baby. And lunch. And breakfast. And everything in between.”

He holds your elbows, pulling back to look at you and you squish his cheeks like he did earlier as you say in a baby-voice, “Next time you get dumb and jealous, talk to me. Like when you read that article that time. Like when you left my office earlier today. Okay?”

Baekhyun nods, puckering his lips further in between your grip like a child and you laugh, leaning forward to kiss him. He wraps his arms around your waist then and leans back on the couch, pulling you down with him so that you’re lying on him. You smile as you snuggle into his body, warmth and a comfortable silence wrapping around both of you. The soft piano chords of Chen’s Portrait Of You fades as the song ends and you jolt slightly as the familiar female vocals of Everytime loudly begins to blare through the speakers.

You sigh, already saying, “Okay, don’t start—”

“You have Jongdae’s OST on your phone too, did your bias change from Sehunnie to him now?” He huffs, groaning loudly in exaggeration. “What kind of life is this where I’m not even my own girlfriend’s favourite?”

“It’s on shuffle, Baek, can you just—?”

You stop as you shift suddenly and hear a low grumbling noise. You sit up and glance down at Baekhyun’s stomach before shifting your gaze to his sheepish face, raising an eyebrow at him.

“You haven’t had lunch,” you deadpanned, glaring as you recall today’s events. “You left my office around the time for lunch and you never had anything, did you?”

You groan at his guilty expression, throwing your legs down the couch as you stand up and take his hand to pull him up with you.

“I should’ve known,” you grumbled, rolling your eyes. “Seoyeon’s pasta must be cold now…”

“Just reheat it,” he offers with a cheeky grin that makes you glare at him. He drops a kiss on your cheek, muttering, “I’ll go take a quick shower and be out by the time it’s done.”

He goes to pull his arm free but you tighten your grip around his wrist as an idea dawns on you.

“Hey,” you start, glancing at the cooled food on the kitchen table before turning to him. “What do you say about seeing Dubai?”

Baekhyun blinks, pursuing his lips. “I’ve seen it already…” He trails off as he catches your drift, shooting you a look. “You know, Y/N, I’ve been here before. You’re kind of dating the only Korean man whose music has ever been played at the Dubai fountains and face was featured on the Burj Khalifa.”

“Yes, I know, I was there in the crowd to see your dumb face plastered over the skyscraper,” you informed him, rolling your eyes at his smug bragging. “I meant actually see Dubai. The way you saw Paris?”

His eyes light up at the mention of that and you grin as he asks, “Really? You know your way around that well? Already?”

“You know how much I love to explore,” you shrug, already grabbing the bowls that Seoyeon had set on the table and excitedly closing them to place it in the refrigerator. “And it works great cause you love it too but you never get a chance to so this way, I can show you around. Go shower and I’ll take you somewhere great. Don’t tell Seoyeon about this cause she’ll actually kill me but we’ll have her pasta tomorrow. Tonight, I’ll give you the full Dubai tour package unlike any other that the stupid guides will—”

You stop as you feel his arms snake around your waist, chest pressing against your back, his chin tickling the side of your neck as he kisses the soft skin where your shoulder and neck meets, warm breath and gentle kisses peppering the flesh.

“Is this included in the package?” Baekhyun mutters hoarsely right in your ear, smirking as he notices the way your skin rises with goosebumps instantly at the proximity, touch and his voice.

You take a deep breath to regain your composure before saying flatly, “You can book this for later tonight after we come back home cause if we don’t leave soon, I can’t take you to where I want to and I’ll get mad and you will have neither dinner nor me.”

Baekhyun pauses and you continue, “You’re busy with your shoot for all of tomorrow. Day-after, we only get the morning cause you’ll leave in the afternoon and then its back to—”

“Okay, okay, okay!” Baekhyun yells, letting go of you with a loud huff and a glare as you grin while hearing him stomp to your bedroom, muttering under his breath about how you’re no fun at all.

You pick up your phone and scroll through your contacts, calling the familiar number.

“Y/N!” You hear a loud cheer, making you instantly grin.

You laugh as you head for the bedroom, phone held to your ear as you say, “Hello, Zahid. It’s been a while.”

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