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bobohu4eva · 4 months

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Hitched (M)

Characters: Baekhyun x Reader

Genre: arranged marriage au, acquaintances(?) to lovers, smut

Summary: Can great sex make an unwanted marriage less shitty? Yes. Yes it can.

Warnings: explicit unprotected sex, semi public (outdoor) sex, edging, Baekhyun has a Big Dick, alcohol consumption

WC: 9.8k apparently I don't know how to keep things brief anymore!

A/N: The majority of this is extremely self-indulgent smut. Oops? You're welcome? It is (mostly) pretty soft though.

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“Smile!”

The cameras flashed, and you put on a show for your friends and family. Your new husband kissed you, and from the outside, everything seemed perfect.

The perfect dress, makeup, hair, a rich and handsome groom, and everyone you cared about right there with you, celebrating you and the man who was supposed to be the love of your life. It was a lavish ceremony and even more opulent reception, but you couldn't enjoy it at all.

There was nothing wrong with him, but you and Baekhyun had never even dated, and you definitely never pictured yourself marrying him. You didn't exactly have any reason to dislike him, you'd known him since you were a kid and he was undoubtedly an attractive guy, but marrying him had been your parents idea, not yours.

As a kid your family had everything you could've imagined, foreign sports cars, numerous vacation homes, a yacht, nannies, tutors, and the list goes on. Your parents' companies had been doing well, and life was easy.

But that didn't last forever. Now in your early 20’s, you watched as the fortune your family had built for generations was slipping away.

You were still a teenager when it started and couldn’t fully comprehend what had happened, but it seemed like some combination of bad investments and unpaid debts. Slowly the vacation homes, yacht, and cars were sold off one by one just to pay the bills. As the years passed it seemed that the walls were starting to close in, but on the surface your family, especially your mother, made sure it didn't seem that way.

The good family name was pretty much all that was left now, and your mother would do anything she could to keep it strong.

Growing up with generational wealth, your family always associated with others of similar standing, and one of the families you'd grown up with had been particularly close; the Byuns.

Their only son, Baekhyun, was someone you'd grown up around, but at seven years older than you, you hardly knew each other. He was the perfect rich kid, smart, handsome, and polite, but you still would've much preferred to marry someone you actually loved, or at least were close with.

“Y/n, you're doing it again.” He whispered in your ear, and you realized that your smile had once again fallen as you zoned out, and his mother was right there in front of you, looking concerned.

You perked back up, and saw her face flood with relief. You looked at Baekhyun, and he was still smiling for the pictures as well, but you noticed the slightly apologetic look he shot you.

You really did try to play the part, for the sake of your families, but it was hard. This was supposed to be one of the happiest days of your life, but instead you were putting on an act, hiding how miserable you felt under the facade of it all.

The worst part was just how happy both his and your families were. Both moms cried, and even your dad teared up a little. You couldn't even blame them, either. It had been a beautiful ceremony, and you and him both looked the part so perfectly. It was everything a high society wedding should be, and on top of that, it was the only thing saving your family from bankruptcy.

Once pictures were done with it was time for the first dance- in a gazebo decorated with fairy lights and at least a thousand fresh white roses. All you could think was how incredible this would have been, if it was a real wedding, between two people who actually loved each other. Every beautiful thing was a cruel reminder of how you would never get to experience that for yourself.

Baekhyun did a better job than you, and if you hadn't been so depressed, you might've even gotten flustered a few times. He looked incredibly handsome in his tux, smiling sweetly at you as he led you through the dance, a painfully romantic song filling the spring air. He was the picture perfect groom.

You so badly wanted to hate him for agreeing to all of it, but knew it was more complicated than that. Despite not knowing him very well, you did know how close knit his family was. If his parents really wanted him to do this, he would have a tough time refusing.

You were closer with his parents than you had ever been with him, and they adored you. Despite not being related, you almost thought of them like your own aunt and uncle. Baekhyun, on the other hand, was like your mysterious older cousin. He always seemed preoccupied with his studies, or later, his job. You'd been around each other at holidays and various parties throughout the years, but he never felt approachable.

To act so romantically with him felt unbelievably strange. On top of your disappointment at the whole situation it was also just very awkward. The kissing and touching, the dancing, the “loving” looks you shared, they all made your chest feel tight. Baekhyun was obviously very handsome, but the nature behind all of it still got to you.

Before the wedding Baekhyun had asked you if you would rather not kiss or touch at all, not wanting to make you uncomfortable, but you'd assured him that it was fine. Aside from the parents and those closest to you both, most of the guests had no idea this wedding had been arranged just a few months earlier. If this was going to be believable, you had to make it look real.

Eventually the dancing ended and the reception began, relieved beyond belief to finally get to have a drink. The champagne made things much easier, and as distant friends and family asked you and your new husband about your love story, you lied with increasing confidence. Baekhyun, too, was leaning into the act more heavily after a few drinks. His arm around you and the way he looked at you made everyone oooh and ahhh, giving them the same story you'd told minutes earlier, about how the two of you realized one day that all of those years you'd been hiding your love for each other, and when you realized that the other felt the same, you couldn't marry quickly enough.

It was all bullshit of course, but they ate it up, and that was the important thing. You didn't want to think about how embarrassing it would be if an acquaintance or extended family member found out your parents had orchestrated everything.

Several times people gushed about how lucky the two of you were to have found each other. The bitterness you felt was so intense you hoped dearly that they couldn’t see right through your smile.

The relief you felt when the guests finally started to clear out, leaving the lavish ballroom for their hotel rooms, was monumental. Eventually the last of them were gone, and since both families insisted, you and Baekhyun retreated to your shared suite.

Both you and him knew that your families were hoping for a grand baby soon, but that wasn't something you could even consider at the moment.

“I don't mind sleeping on the couch.” He told you once you were alone with him.

As nice as the room was, it didn't make sense for him to sleep on the couch. The bed was huge, and the couches weren't long enough for him to fully lay down. You shook your head.

“Are you sure?”

You smiled a little at his sweetness, “There's plenty of space for both of us, don't worry about it.”

And so you and Baekhyun shared the bed on your first night together as husband and wife. You stayed on your side, and he stayed on his, not once touching, even a little.

It was expected that eventually you and him would buy a house together and live there, but in the meantime, you stayed at that suite together. His parents owned it, and they hoped that living together would help spark something real, not to mention sharing a bed.

Life after marriage wasn't that different, aside from your living space. You didn't have a job yet, having only graduated college a few months earlier, so you spent much of your time out with friends. As nice as the suite was, it reminded you of your loveless marriage, so you took every chance you could to get away. Baekhyun mostly just worked, keeping to himself, although he always asked you about your day when you’d get home. To his disappointment you kept your responses short. He wanted to try and get to know you better, but you didn't seem interested.

The truth was, every time you saw him and he tried to talk to you, it made you feel worse. He did absolutely nothing wrong, but he, like the suite, was a painful reminder of your unfortunate fate. The result was you essentially avoiding him, even in your shared space. Baekhyun, however, wasn’t willing to live that way.

A few weeks passed with hardly any words exchanged between you and him, so he decided to try something different. That evening when you returned to the suite, you were met with a generous dinner spread, the entire room meticulously decorated, and your husband sitting at the center of it all, looking at you bashfully in the candle light.

You were surprised, to say the least.

He noticed the way you froze up, getting up from the table and taking one hand, guiding you to the table. He pulled out your chair for you, leading you to sit.

Soon Baekhyun was seated across from you, looking back at you with a slightly unnerving intensity.

“Why are you doing this?” You asked.

He took a deep breath, “I want to try to make this work.”

You raised an eyebrow.

“I can tell how much you hate being married to me, and I’m sorry. I think we should at least try to make the best of it, though.”

“Make the best of it?”

“Well, yes. I mean it could be worse, right? Am I really that bad?”

You sighed, annoyance taking hold at his nonchalant attitude. “No, Baekhyun, that's not the point, this whole situation just… sucks. Maybe it's stupid but I always thought I'd marry someone I was actually in love with, and it would be one of the best moments of my life. Instead I’m married to someone I barely even know.”

“I'm sorry, and I know how you feel, I really do. But don't you think we should at least try to get along?”

After a week of keeping your discontent to yourself, it came bubbling up and you no longer bothered to hide how you felt from him. You let it out, finally letting out what had been plaguing your mind since the wedding.

“Every time I see your face or even this suite for that matter, it makes me feel like shit. I really didn’t want this, and I don’t understand how you seem so unbothered. I mean, are you really not that upset about all this? Why did you agree to it so quickly?”

“I didn’t have much of a choice either, you know how my parents are. A couple years ago when I still wasn't in a serious relationship of any kind they started floating the idea of setting me up with someone. Your name got mentioned a lot, so I've had more time to come to terms with it, I suppose.”

You scoffed, “So you've known for years that this would happen?”

“Well, no. It was always just a suggestion, until a few months ago when they told me that they discussed it with your parents and actually wanted to go through with it.”

Not sure what else to say, you shifted your focus to the plate of food before you, and he did the same. An awkward silence filled the dining room, though you still preferred the silence to his rationalizing of your miserable arrangement. Much to your dismay, however, it wasn’t long until he was again doing just that.

“A lot of our parents' friends started out like this too, you know. To be fair most of them at least got to date for a while before getting married, but they’re happy now, so why shouldn’t we be able to do the same?”

He wasn’t wrong, this kind of thing wasn’t exactly rare, though you still hadn’t planned to turn out that way yourself. Still, you just stared back at him with a look of annoyance.

“What I really wanted to talk to you about, the reason I made this dinner for us, I thought maybe, if you would be interested, we could go on a honeymoon. I know that wasn't originally part of the plan, but I think it could be good for us. Anywhere you want to go, I'll make it happen.”

His offer was extremely generous, but still didn’t exactly sound appealing. Being alone with him for days on end wasn’t your idea of fun, you worried that it would even become quite depressing, not to mention awkward.

“I don't know….”

“It can be as long or short as you like, and if you decide you hate being around me that much you can come back here anytime. You're my wife now, and I want to be able to make you happy, to make this whole thing work out for us. If there's anything I can do to help us get there, I’ll do it, whatever it takes.”

When he put it like that, it was hard to argue with him.

“Anywhere I want? And you’ll really fly me back if I don’t like it?”

He nodded, “I promise.”

Though you still had your doubts, you reluctantly agreed. A couple days later you were packing your bags, flying first class to Switzerland, where you'd stay for two weeks at one of his family's vacation homes in the mountains near Lucerne.

Baekhyun grinned when you told him you wanted to go somewhere with mountains, “excellent choice.”

The flight had been surprisingly nice. You’d expected that Baekhyun’s family would fly first class, but you were still surprised by just how nice the Swiss airline he’d booked was. You and him essentially had an entire bedroom, and while it was spacious for a plane, that was the closest you’d ever been to him in bed before. Maybe it was just hormones and general touch depravity, but you were all too aware of the way he occasionally brushed up against you as he slept.

When you finally arrived at the house you'd call home for the next couple weeks, walking into the main living area, you understood his excitement at your choice to stay in the mountains. It was nothing short of breathtaking.

The house itself was beautiful, modern, and impeccably decorated, but you'd seen plenty of nice houses. It was the view that made it so special. The sprawling green valley surrounded by snow capped mountains looked like something out of a fairy tale.

“My wife has awesome taste.” He said, not missing the way you grimaced, cringing at the word ‘wife’.

“It still feels super weird hearing you say that.”

You kept your eyes fixated on the view, and after a moment he was taking your hand and leading you into the master bedroom. Inside on a small table stood a bottle of champagne as well as two glasses, and beyond the sliding glass doors you could see the patio, fit with a hot tub and infinity pool. The king sized bed stood at the center of the room, covered in rose petals.

You let out a short exhale of a laugh, mostly in disbelief at the sight in front of you.

“Not bad right?”

“Oh God, you really are trying to make me fall in love with you. Rose petals and everything…”

He laughed, shaking his head. “I don't think two weeks is long enough to fall in love, but if you did, that would be great. I guess the staff went a little crazy with the romance since my parents told them this is our honeymoon.”

He opened the bottle of champagne, pouring each of you a glass and handing one to you. God knows you needed it.

“Cheers.” You clinked the glasses together, each taking a sip. “By the way, I can sleep in one of the other bedrooms, if you'd prefer that. I know the rose petals on the bed are a little much.”

Maybe it was the alcohol, but it looked like he was blushing ever so slightly as he said it.

Your immediate reaction was relief, that you'd get your own room, but then again that wasn't why you'd traveled all this way together. You were used to sleeping in the same bed with him by now anyway, so you shook your head, hoping you wouldn’t end up regretting it.

A long sigh passed your lips.“You didn't take me here for us to sit in different rooms all day, we can do that back at home.”

There was a faint smile on his lips and he nodded, cheeks still a little pink. You both knew what your families were hoping would happen in that bed, and you couldn't help but blush a little as well. For a second you wondered if you and him would ever get that far. He was perfectly fuckable, in theory, but the nature of your arrangement sucked all the excitement out of it for you.

It was still early in the day, and once the champagne glasses were empty Baekhyun called a car to take the two of you into town.

“You already seem less bummed out than you've been the last few weeks.” He commented as you headed into the city.

“Yeah, don’t get me wrong, I’m still sad about everything, but you're right. It's better to at least try to make this work out. I'm trying to be optimistic.”

He was smiling again, and you couldn't deny how gorgeous the sight of it was. He reached for one of your hands, giving it a light squeeze, holding it for the rest of the car ride, and then again as you walked through the streets together, window shopping.

The city of Lucerne really was like a fairy tale. The old buildings, the crystal blue lake, and the mountains in the distance were the perfectly romantic setting for your time with him. In front of that amazing backdrop, he truly looked like a prince.

As sad and angry as you'd been the past month, now that your hand was in his, on this beautiful honeymoon, just enjoying the scenery, you couldn’t find the energy to harbor any resentment towards him. Although you still had a lot to learn about each other, you realized you could enjoy his company more than you expected. Either that, or it was just hard to be mad when you were in such a lovely place.

You'd been walking together in comfortable silence for a while, just appreciating the city, when he told you, “If you see something you like, tell me and we can go inside for you to try it on.”

As nice as it was, you knew you weren't actually going to go inside any of those shops. They were all high end designer outlets, the kinds of places you hadn't been to since your family was actually doing well.

Baekhyun saw the way you shook your head, turning your eyes to the pavement in front of you. You felt him abruptly stop, your hand still in his.

“What?”

“Now that we're married, you don't need to worry about all of that anymore. Your family wasn't so insistent on you marrying me just so that they could finally pay off their debts, you know. They want a better life for you, too.”

“Yeah well they have a funny way of showing it.” You mumbled, not even trying to hide the bitterness in your voice.

“Did you tell them you didn’t want to get married?”

You scoffed, because of course you didn’t, and he should know that. You gave him a bit of a bitchy side eye and he seemed to get your point.

“They know I would’ve much rather chosen my husband myself. But I wasn’t really given a choice, just like you.”

He mustered up a surprisingly sympathetic look, sitting you down with him on a nearby bench.

“I’m not saying this to call you ungrateful, really, but I think we should remember how lucky we are. Because of our parents we got the best educations, grew up in nice homes, get to travel the world, and so on. Money isn't something we'll ever have to worry about. When they asked me to marry you, I didn’t fight them, because I know how much they’ve done for me.”

You understood perfectly where he was coming from. However, despite it all, you still couldn't deny your disappointment.

“I know it would've been selfish to refuse, and of course I am grateful to be this fortunate. That doesn't make it feel any less shitty, though. I always had such big dreams for how I would meet the love of my life and get married, and they know that. When they told me I should marry you, they knew it would be heartbreaking for me, they just didn't seem to care. They didn't even want to acknowledge it.”

“I'm sorry. I can imagine how hard that would be, I want you to know that I don't blame you at all for being upset. I just want to do whatever I can now to hopefully make this better for you.”

When you didn’t respond his hand was pulling you back up with him, “Come on, there’s a really great ice cream place nearby.”

He was relieved to finally see you smile again, even though you rolled your eyes at him. “I’m not a little kid, you can’t manipulate me with ice cream.”

“I’m not manipulating you! I just want to cheer you up.”

At least the ice cream really was fantastic.

Eventually you returned to the house, deciding to finish the champagne in the pool together, enjoying the view. You'd seen Baekhyun shirtless in the past, but it had been years, and you couldn't deny how great he looked as he joined you in the water, holding both of your glasses of bubbly.

The mountain air was chilly on your upper half, and you sunk deeper into the warm water as he handed you your champagne. Steam rose from the water into the cold air creating a wispy fog, the sun barely peeking out from behind the mountains as it set.

You said cheers, clinking the glasses together, giving Baekhyun a funny look at how intently he insisted on making eye contact before bringing his glass up to meet yours.

“You know why Germans are so insistent on eye contact when cheersing right?” He asked before taking his first sip.

“No..?”

His eyes widened ever so slightly, surprised, to say the least.

“Oh… uhh, never mind.”

“No, tell me!”

This time, he was definitely blushing, “Ok but don't get mad at me! I was joking… I didn't think I'd have to explain it..”

“So..?”

He sighed, ready for you to scoff at his lame attempt at flirting with you. “In Germany, it's said that if you don't make eye contact while cheersing with someone, you'll have seven years of bad sex.”

To his surprise, you actually let out a small laugh, again meeting his eyes and holding his gaze intently as you clinked your glass to his one more time.

It had to be the atmosphere, both of you barely clothed in your swimsuits, the alcohol, the sunset, and the view of the mountains. That had to be it, that had to be why you were going along with everything he said so easily. Because at the end of the day, you both knew well what he was implying. He was your husband, and you his wife. Unless you both planned on cheating, which to your understanding still wasn’t acceptable despite the nature of the marriage, he would be the only one you'd be having sex with anytime soon.

You kept slowly sipping on your drink, enjoying the calmness and beauty of the landscape. This time, the silence between him and yourself actually felt comfortable.

“Do you really think that it's possible for us to eventually be happy, like any other married couple? You know as if we'd actually chosen this for ourselves?” You eventually asked.

“Yeah, I definitely think it's possible.”

“You really mean that?”

He shrugged, and nodded. “I don't want this to sound too forward, but that's part of why I wasn't too upset about the marriage. I would've liked to marry someone I chose myself, just like you, but in our situation I think we still have a good chance at making it work. Even though we've never been particularly close, I feel like I know you fairly well, because of our families. I know that we had similar upbringings, share the same basic values, things like that, and those things really matter in a partnership. You're beautiful too, which definitely helps.”

“Thank you… I've never really thought about it like that.”

‘You’re beautiful.’ Those words had a greater effect on you than you expected.

His eyes had been fixed on the sun setting over the mountains, but slowly he turned back towards you. “Do you find me attractive, at least physically?”

His sudden question left you dumbfounded. The answer was so obvious but the way he asked you truly didn't sound cocky at all. You had to stop yourself from making a dumb joke considering his abs were currently glistening in the light of the setting sun and his face looked like something out of a magazine.

“Baekhyun, you know you're a good looking guy.”

“Well, some women are more into big muscles, or really tall guys, or a more rugged “manly” look. I could still not be your type.”

You shook your head, feeling the way your cheeks burned, knowing they were probably bright red. You kept your eyes glued on the valley below, avoiding the way you knew he was looking at you. “You definitely are my type, at least when it comes to looks.”

You expected him to say something cocky and smug but instead he just smiled at you when you finally met his gaze again, seeming genuinely happy and relieved by your answer.

“I appreciate that.”

It occurred to you then that despite the champagne, his words and eyes on you made you quite shy. He was simply an extremely handsome guy, and you found yourself having to fight the urge to downright ogle him.

His broad shoulders and strong chest looked so inviting, the water on his skin adding a gorgeous sheen to his entire form. You wanted to touch him, to feel his skin against your own, and know how his slender hands would feel on your body.

The view of the mountains was nice, but as the minutes flew by, your eyes kept traveling back to him. It didn't go unnoticed, as he felt himself slipping into similar thoughts as well.

Maybe you really were just that easy to read, but it surprised you nonetheless when he stepped closer, taking your hand in his, before placing it on his chest.

“Wh-what are you doing?”

Your eyes were stuck to his torso, heart beating rapidly at the knowledge of his eyes gazing down at you, his heartbeat under your hand a comforting reminder of the shared tension. His gentle touch on your chin triggered a small gasp, and he finally guided your face up towards his own where he could look at you, and you at him.

Being so close now, you noticed the scattered moles painting little constellations across his face. Each one appeared to have been placed with purpose, further adding to the near perfect harmony of his stunning features.

When his eyes shifted downwards ever so slightly, gaze falling to your lips, you stopped breathing. You could smell him, so sweet and inviting, every minute aspect of his presence pulling you in.

“Can I kiss you?”

His eyes bore into your own again, and you could feel the magnetism between you both. All you gave him was a small nod, but that was enough, his lips meeting yours.

This was so different, so much better than when you'd kissed before at your wedding. His chest under your palm felt warm and firm, the taste and smell of him surrounding you, easily letting you melt into him. His lips were soft, and the lack of clothing, the feel of his wet skin against your own, made you shiver despite the hot pool.

Growing increasingly overwhelmed, you pulled away, red faced and genuinely a little embarrassed to have given into him so quickly. You quickly grabbed your glass and downed the rest of your champagne.

Baekhyun, however, saw right through you. He gave you a knowing smirk, he knew you were still skeptical of him and the marriage, but that didn't mean you weren't attracted to each other. Being half naked in a pool with a view definitely helped set the mood, too.

“What? There's no reason to get shy now.”

Still, you turned away from him, bracing both hands on the edge of the pool as you fixed your eyes back onto the mountains and valley below.

“Hm? What's wrong?”

His breath on the back of your neck sent a shiver down your spine, surprised by the proximity. Gently, he brushed your hair aside, giving himself access to whisper in your ear.

“As odd as it might feel to be married, as husband and wife, there's no use in denying that we're attracted to each other.”

He didn't miss the way you whimpered when his lips gently grazed the sensitive skin just below your ear, turning your head to grant him more access.

He took that as his sign to continue, leaving a trail of kisses along the side of your neck, his lips growing bolder as the minutes passed. Soon he was sucking and biting at the spot on your neck that made your knees weak, and his hands slowly came to rest on your hips, leaving you every chance to stop him, but you did no such thing.

Maybe it was just how pent up you were after not having sex for so long, and barely even having an opportunity to touch yourself, but you found yourself squeezing your thighs together, trying to relieve some of the ache that was starting to form between them.

When one of his hands left your hip, instead coming to your jaw, turning your head to grant him access to kiss you again, you easily let him. The kiss was nothing sweet, desperate and hungry as you both fought for dominance, though Baekhyun quickly took the upper hand, not that you minded.

“Can I touch you?” He asked the second your lips parted.

“You are touching me.”

“That's not what I mean.”

His hand moved slowly down the front of your body, the soft touch making your head spin, until his delicate fingers began to play with the waistband of your bikini.

He resumed the movement of his lips on your neck, soon coming to whisper in your ear, “May I?”

You nodded, breath shaking, and let out a soft moan when his fingers finally pushed beneath the wet fabric. His first touch against your clit sent a jolt through you, and you didn't miss his soft chuckle before pressing his lips against you for the nth time.

The way he nibbled and sucked at the skin of your neck combined with the soft circles his fingers made on your clit, were nothing short or euphoric. You leaned back into his chest, quiet moans and whimpers filling the air. Being touched like this from behind had always been a big turn on for you. He already made you feel so weak under his touch.

Baekhyun was obsessed with all of the delicate sounds escaping your lips, sounds that proved how much you were enjoying what he did to you. The more he listened, the more he felt himself grow needy for more.

A breath got stuck in your throat when he pushed his hips forward, letting you feel his hardness against your ass. Even through his swim trunks, you could tell he was big.

With his cock pressed to your ass and his fingers moving perfectly between your thighs, you were already losing any rationality you’d once possessed. When his other hand untied the knot of your top and began to tease your nipples, you couldn’t bring yourself to worry about how exposed you were, outside in the open. You knew you would be pushed over the edge sooner rather than later if he kept it up, and he did.

“Are you gonna come for me, baby?” He whispered in your ear, the smirk on his lips apparent in his voice.

You nodded frantically, warmth bubbling up inside you, turning into a searing heat.

“Good girl, let go, I got you.”

His fingertips slipped across your clit just right, one hand pinching and twisting the sensitive nub on your chest. Your whimpers grew into delighted moans, the craving for even more growing almost unbearable. The promise of eventually having his length inside you was what pushed you over the edge, shaking and twitching in Baekhyun's arms as you fell.

“Fuck.” He whispered into the crook of your neck. “You're really sexy, you know that? Can't wait to be inside you.”

The combination of his words and breath against your heated skin prolonged your pleasure, nodding to show him just how badly you wanted him, too.

As soon as his hand withdrew from between your legs you turned towards him, throwing your arms around his neck to pull him into a heated kiss. It was messy, desperate, communicating the urgent need you both felt for more. His tongue greedily licked into your mouth before biting your lip, coaxing another weak moan from you. His hand on your thigh quickly had you wrapping both around him, and the feel of his substantial length and girth against your center, even through your bathing suits, left you panting, desperate for more.

He put some pressure on you, pushing you against the edge of the pool, letting you feel even more of him.

“Do you wanna go inside?” He whispered into your ear between kisses, but you didn't have the patience for that.

You shook your head, “just fuck me right here.”

His cocky smirk somehow had even more moisture flowing out of you, “as you wish.”

With that, he undid the string of your bikini, and pushed down his shorts.

You reached for him, intimidated by the size, hoping you would even be able to handle him. He was hot and hard in your hand, and you felt the telltale throb of his own arousal.

Anticipation hung thick in the air as he positioned himself, his tip nudging against your clit, and you swore you were about to lose your goddamn mind.

“You ready?” He questioned with an unexpected softness, forehead resting against your own.

“Yes.”

“You sure?”

“Yes, Baekhyun, please.”

As soon as he pushed forward, however, you understood his desire to double check. His size presented quite the challenge, your eyes squeezing shut at the discomfort of being stretched so much. He could sense how you struggled to take him, hands digging into the skin of his back, legs squeezing involuntarily around his hips.

“Fuck you're so big.”

“Just relax, I'll go slow. Tell me if it’s too much.” He said before pressing another kiss to your lips.

You couldn't remember ever feeling so full, and he was still only halfway in. Slow, shallow thrusts carefully let you get used to him, going deeper with every roll of his hips. Soon tears pricked at your eyes, the new sensation of being fucked by such a huge cock leaving you awstruck.

When he finally fit himself all the way inside of you, his hips meeting your own, you felt his head pressing firmly against your cervix. The slight pain of it heightened the already intense moment even further.

“Oh my God.”

He pulled almost all the way out, sinking himself all the way back inside, and you swore he had to have the best cock you’d ever fucked, by a mile. Any unpleasant thoughts surrounding your marriage to him were long gone as he set a steady rhythm, each thrust pulling gasps of pleasure from you.

The water splashed wildly around you but you might as well have forgotten it was even there, too overcome with Baekhyun’s length as it pleased you in ways you never knew possible. The way he filled you so completely was unlike anything you’d experienced with another man, blissed out by his incredible size and precise thrusts.

“You’re so perfect, take me so fucking well.”

His lips crashed into yours, hot and greedy as you moaned into one another. You were certain you’d never felt anyone that deep inside you before, and it was addictive.

“Think you can handle more?” He muttered, now that you’d gotten fully acclimated to his substantial length and girth.

You nodded, greedy for anything and everything he could give, and Baekhyun wasn’t going to deny you.

His lips swallowed more moans and cries of delight as he picked up the pace, thrusting harder, faster, feeling you clench down on him as you got closer to your release.

Every time he sunk into you completely, he felt your body tremble in response to the intense sensations. As much as you wanted to keep your eyes open to look at him, you simply couldn't. The force with which he pounded you and how deep he reached left you an incoherent mess. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head, desperate whimpers and whines leaving your parted lips.

“Will my beautiful wife let me feel her cum on my cock? Hm?”

Frantically, you nodded. With only a few more pumps into your dripping core he made you cum, so hard that you just about forgot your own name.

Baekhyun let out a deep groan at how tightly you squeezed him when you came, the pulsating of your orgasming pussy bringing him to his peak soon after. His hips fell out of pace, eventually slowing to a stop as he emptied his cum deep inside.

It wasn't until you slowly started drifting back to reality that you realized you were still outside in the pool with him.

You continued to cling to him, feeling him gradually soften and slip out of you. When his eyes found your own you both stared, panting, basking in the afterglow.

You finally stood back on your own two feet, leaned back against the edge of the pool, and couldn’t fight the fit of laughter that came over you.

Baekhyun stared at you, confused, unnerved, and slightly bewildered at your sudden outburst.

“Jesus fucking Christ Byun! That might be the best sex I’ve ever had. No, it definitely was. I can’t believe you...”

A relieved sigh escaped him, grinning at your admission. “Go on. I’d love to hear all your thoughts.”

“Oh shut up you don’t need any more ego stroking with a dick like that.”

He leaned in closer, bracing both hands on the edge of the pool at your sides. “Well you’ll be happy to know that this dick is all yours, till death do us part.”

A genuine smile graced your lips, and this time as you looked at him, your new husband, you actually felt a little excited for what your future with him could hold.

You leaned in, giving him a quick kiss. “It's only day one and you already succeeded at seducing me. I have to admit I feel a little pathetic.”

“I didn’t seduce you.”

“Oh yes you did! You got me half naked and drunk and started kissing my neck. That has to count.”

“You only had one glass of champagne and we're in a pool, what else would we wear?!”

You rolled your eyes. “Okay fine, but you still seduced me. Not that I mind, that was fucking incredible. I hope no one saw us, though.”

Baekhyun just shrugged. “I doubt it, but if they did, we put on a pretty good show.” he smirked.

“You’re unbelievable.” You laughed, enjoying the way he admired you.

“I asked if you wanted to go inside, but someone was too impatient.”

“You’re awful cocky, you know that?”

Again, he shrugged, moving away from you to find his glass of champagne. He finished it, and since it was getting late, you both finally decided to get to bed. This time, the rose petals just made you giggle. Once you'd both settled in, you even found yourself inching closer to him, until one of his arms pulled you closer, wrapping around you. It was easy to fall asleep like that, in his embrace.

The first night in a new bed was usually pretty rough, and the jet lag didn’t help. When you awoke in the early morning, you knew you wouldn’t be able to fall back asleep.

Baekhyun had detached himself from you at some point during the night, the blanket bunching up around his waist. He seemed to still be resting peacefully, and you shamelessly enjoyed the view of his bare chest and sleeping face. Everything about him was just so gorgeous, it didn’t really make sense to you how you’d ended up with him like this. You’d been so pissed about the marriage for so long, but now a small smile crept to your lips as you watched him, his chest slowly rising and falling with every breath.

You turned to fully face him, shifting around for a bit before settling into a comfortable position. From that point of view you could enjoy the profile of his face as he slept, taken with the seemingly perfect outlines of his jaw, nose, and lips.

Minutes passed, dragging on painfully slow, and the sight in front of you definitely didn't help you get back to sleep. Images from your time in the pool with him kept resurfacing, along with the memory of how incredible he'd made you feel. You couldn’t understand how you hadn’t always wanted to touch him, even when he was more of a stranger to you. He was way too attractive to just ignore, you thought. Every cell in your body seemed to gravitate towards him, now that touching him was allowed, and even welcomed, holding yourself back was nearly torturous.

You and him could nap during the day. Right now, you needed him to wake up.

Carefully, you moved closer, molding your body to his, leaning in to press your lips to his neck. He stirred a bit, but didn’t wake up, so you went on to plant more kisses, moving down towards his chest. When you gently sucked on his collarbone, his eyes finally fluttered open.

Much to your delight, he didn’t question your actions, or why you’d woken him up. He just took hold of your waist, pulling you on top of him, and into a kiss. You ended up straddling him, lips still locked as they moved together lazily.

“Goodmorning,” He hummed, looking around at the dark bedroom. “Awake already? What time is it?”

“Four? Five? I don't know.”

“Why'd you wake me up?” He half groaned, half whined, voice rough due to the early hour.

Instead of replying, you just kissed him again, kissing down to his jaw, then neck, moving your hips a little to make your intentions clear.

“Ready for round two? Already?”

“Shut up.”

He chuckled, “Why don't you make me?”

You moved to bring your lips to his once more, but he stopped you, one finger pressing to your lips before they could make contact. You pouted.

“I have an even better idea.”

“Oh yeah?”

A mischievous grin lifted his cheeks so prettily.

“Sit on my face.”

You froze, “Huh?”

“You heard me. C’mere”

He hoisted you up, eliciting a small shriek from you, but you didn’t let him take you all the way up the bed, instead settling atop in chest.

“Are you serious?”

“Hmm I’m a hungry boy. Now come here.”

His hands on your ass attempted to push you further up towards his face, but you stayed put.

“I still have underwear on, dummy.”

He looked down, narrowing his eyes when he spotted the lace that was, in fact, covering you.

“Do you like this pair?”

“Kinda? They’re a little old I guess, why do you-”

Before you could finish his hands were taking hold of the flimsy fabric, easily ripping it and tossing it to the side.

“Baekhyun! Are you out of your mind? Why-”

He cut you off again, hoisting you up by your ass till your thighs were on either side of his head.

“Don’t worry baby, I’ll buy you new ones.”

With that his arms circled your thighs, pulling you down, until your center met his hot tongue.

You inhaled sharply, bracing your hands against the wall as he licked and prodded at your clit. It was soft, teasing, wanting to warm you up before showing you what he was really capable of. When you would start to whine and plead for more, he would pull away entirely, instead leaving kisses on your inner thighs, letting the anticipation grow until it was nearly unbearable.

Until then you'd still been hovering, not wanting to smother him, but when you once again began to whimper and ask for more, he told you, “I’ll give you what you want if you just sit.”

“But-”

Without giving you a chance to protest his strong arms, still wrapped around your thighs, yanked you down roughly. At last you got the kind of pressure you needed, putting some weight on him, no longer caring if he could breathe or not. His hums of pleasure made it clear that either way, he was enjoying this as much as you were.

He lapped at your clit with greed, happily drinking you in. Every gasp, sigh, and groan he drew from you egged him on, eagerly awaiting your release, wanting nothing more than the taste of your delight flooding his tongue. When he transitioned from mere licking to sucking your bud past his lips, he felt your thighs shake, gripping them so tightly you almost wondered if it could bruise. In your ecstasy, however, there was no place for such thoughts. You were too preoccupied with your building orgasm.

His fingers earlier in the pool had been fantastic, but his tongue and lips were on a whole new level entirely. The way the warm muscle flicked at your most sensitive spot was absolutely perfect, and when combined with the suction of his lips, you almost couldn’t handle it. He could tell you were getting close when you began to rock your hips against his tongue, silently begging for even more, and he was eager to deliver.

He picked up the pace, suckling harder, licking faster, and he reveled in the increased volume of your moans as you got lost in it. When the moans were silenced, replaced instead with sharp gasps, he knew you were on the precipice. He didn’t falter, if anything, he gave you even more.

Seconds later you fell apart, twitching and shaking while he still didn’t stop, the sensation flooding your body with relief and joy until it slowly became too much. Baekhyun still had a firm hold of your thighs, and he moaned with delight at the taste of your orgasm on his tongue. He kept lapping at your tired pussy, not wanting to let a single drop go to waste, until you basically begged him for a break.

When his hold on your thighs finally weakened, you sat back, your ass landing on his chest eliciting a grunt from him. You looked down at your husband's face and he was beaming, lips and chin still wet with your arousal. You grinned right back, watching as he wiped his face with the back of his hand.

Again, all you could do was laugh, and this time he happily joined you.

“You know, I really hadn't expected all of this to happen on our first night here.” You told him.

“Neither did I.”

He was still smiling up at you, now just watching, admiring you, and when he still didn't look away after several seconds had passed you started to feel shy.

You rolled off of him, one arm covering your eyes as you basked in the unexpected comfort of the moment. Eventually you felt him move your arm away and his face was hovering above your own, slowly moving closer until he was kissing you. It was slow, relaxed, just enjoying the closeness as you gradually recovered from the heated moment.

You felt him shift, realizing that he was adjusting himself beneath his silk pajama pants, and your hand followed. His eyes fluttered shut when you palmed him, and he took the hint, discarding the shirt you still wore before stripping himself.

Wet lips met the sensitive skin of your neck as he positioned himself between your thighs, the heat and weight of him above you somehow making your heart race even more. His fingers entered you first, stretching you out to get you ready to take him. He started with two, soon adding a third as he leaned up slightly, watching your flushed form squirm and whimper beneath him. It was a sight that didn’t help his patience one bit, throbbing as he thought about getting to be inside you again so soon.

It wasn’t long until Baekhyun assumed you were ready, that or he just didn’t want to wait any longer. Both of his hands found yours, lacing them together and pressing them to the bed above your head. His eyes were on yours, dark with lust as you felt him push inside, the stretch again making you wince, though you easily powered through, too enticed by what was to come to even consider stopping him. He rocked into you, getting deeper with each push, until he was burying himself into you entirely with each roll of his hips.

This time, he was slower, savoring the way your tight walls hugged him, in contrast to the frenzied passion of the evening prior. You sighed gratefully each time he hit that spot inside you, appreciating the unhurried pace he set as he continued to thrust. Your previous orgasm left you especially sensitive, and you seemed to be floating on a cloud of pure bliss while he steadily fucked you, the euphoria of it reaching even greater hights than before.

His size was one thing, but Baekhyun was also just good. He knew how to angle himself to make you feel just right, keeping a steady pace to allow the pleasure to build.

“You feel amazing, so tight and wet for me.” He whispered into your ear, and your knuckles paled with how hard you gripped his hands.

Normally faster, rougher sex was what you preferred, but now, with him, you couldn’t help but think that this slower, more relaxed approach was even better. Maybe it was because it was so early, and you were still a little tired, but this felt nothing short of perfect. Baekhyun was taking care of you so well, listening to your body, and giving exactly what you needed.

Your orgasm was getting close again, warmth growing into a burning heat in the pit of your stomach, but as soon as you started to clench around him, about to let go, he pulled out.

He chuckled softly at the way you whined in protest, but assured you, “Just trust me, this will be even better.”

He stood on his knees and straddled one of your thighs, bringing the other leg over his shoulder before pushing back in. With the same leisurely pace from earlier he continued on, the new angle making you feel him even deeper.

When you started to whimper and ask for him to go faster, he just shushed you, pushing his hips into you slower, but harder, leaving you with little room to protest. Either way, it was divine, and you knew he’d easily get you there in the end. After a while you decide that whatever he had in mind, you would happily accept it. He made you feel so damn good, you trusted him to take you however he saw fit.

His thrusts were steady, letting you chase your orgasm, but when you started to get close he pulled out again, leaving you shaking and whining and clenching around nothing.

One hand came to rest on your cheek and his forehead met your own, prompting you to open your eyes and meet his. He stared for a second before pressing a quick kiss to your lips and whispering, “Turn around for me baby.”

You obliged, rolling onto your stomach, and you felt him straddle you, leaning down to leave a trail of kisses along your shoulder. Without any warning he filled you once again, and this time when he bottomed out, the increased pressure against your cervix made your stomach tighten, the pain almost too much for you.

His moans and grunts made it clear that he, too, felt the added pressure, making sure not to press too hard, to be gentle as he continued working his way in and out, his eyes fixed to the view of your ass and his length plunging in and out of you. Every time he sank himself inside completely he felt the way his tip would reach the bottom, savoring the feeling while doing his best to not hurt you in any real way.

Little did he know, you enjoyed the intensity of it, and your high was approaching even quicker than before. He’d been edging you for so long, all you cared about was getting your release. He could’ve fucked you as fast and hard as he wanted and the pain still wouldn’t have stopped you from cumming all over his length.

But Baekhyun was cautious nonetheless, filling you in the same relaxed manner, wanting you to feel as good as possible, to prolong your pleasure, without bringing it to an end just yet. He, too, was enjoying himself far too much to rush this.

However he soon felt the same tell-tale throb that your orgasm was quickly approaching, so he pulled out once again.

Once he’d turned you over, settling back between your thighs, he took in your fucked out expression, eyes softening at just how desperate you looked.

“Does my baby want to cum?”

You nodded, frantic. “Please, Baekhyun.”

He placed a tender kiss to your lips, then your forehead, before pushing forwards to fill you up. This time as he kept moving you could feel the difference, and you knew he was getting close to his own release. His thrusts were less consistent, and he became shaky, gasping and moaning more freely than before.

For you it came as a relief, knowing that it wouldn’t be long until you finally got your long awaited high. You weren’t sure how much more you could take, more than ready for him to finally just fuck you through your orgasm, and let you feel his release, too.

The push and stretch of his length inside you, the angle of it, and his entirety surrounding you, the heat and weight and smell of him, they all became too much. When he finally let you reach your peak it was strong, blinding you and making your skin tingle with the intensity. Every time he’d denied you he’d built the tension to such a degree that when it was finally released, it was otherworldly. Broken versions of his name passed your lips, though you weren’t conscious of it, the wave of pleasure leaving no room for coherent thought, only gratitude for the incredible feeling after having been deprived.

He didn’t stop when he felt the obvious pulsating and twitching of your orgasm, he continued to chase his own high, which came soon after. He’d been holding himself back, so when it finally hit him, the burst of euphoria was explosive. As he shuddered apart his lips crashed into yours, hungry and rough as they sought greater contact, something to communicate how much it affected him.

The kisses became more relaxed as you both slowly drifted back to reality, until he finally collapsed on top of you, burying himself in the crook of your neck. Gently kisses were peppered across your skin, each one paired with some sweet words, “So beautiful, so perfect, so good for me.”

After some time his weight above you lost its charm, turning sweaty and uncomfortable prompting him to roll off you, though you still desired some contact. Your head rested atop his chest, and the feeling of his hand on your waist was a welcome comfort.

Something about this just felt right to you. Your marriage to him, now, came as more of a relief than anything else. You knew that after having him, nobody else would ever be able to compare. As sure as you’d been that the jet lag would keep you up until daylight, his embrace ended up luring you into a peaceful sleep in mere minutes.

As it turned out, your honeymoon ended up being a beautiful experience full of gorgeous scenery, plentiful laughter, and amazing sex. Most days were spent strolling through town, enjoying the spa and pool at the house, and in bed with your new husband.

He was fun, maybe a little cocky, but you couldn't blame him for that, everything considered. At the end of the day, he was always sweet to you, and never acted truly arrogant in any way. Confident, that was how you would describe him, and that confidence came as a comfort for you. He was confident in himself, yes, but he also showed a lot of confidence and optimism towards his relationship with you.

The initial awkwardness disappeared completely after your encounter in the pool. The sex had been great, but more importantly, it brought your guard down. You quickly became far more comfortable around him, and as the days passed, he started to feel like a genuine friend. A friend, who also gave you the best sex of your life.

While it may have still been early in the relationship, by the time you were flying back home with him, you felt confident, too.

You'd make it work with Baekhyun, your new husband.

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can you make exo members as your childhood best friend? and with fem reader please! love your writing <3

❃EXO members as your childhood best friend❃

A/N: Hiii thank you so much for this ask! I am so sorry that it has taken me months to finally respond to it :’) I spent the last few months birthing a 35.000-word, 65-page thesis so I didn’t have any time/energy left to do any creative writing. Regardless, thank you for this cute ask! It was fun reminiscing over my memories with my childhood friend that I have known since I was four months old. Thank you for being so patient with me the very long wait, hopefully, this makes up for it!

Xiumin/Minseok:

✾ Xiumin and you became friends during recess in primary school. He noticed your classmates constantly picked you last whenever you played a game together during recess. Thus, whenever he was chosen to be a team captain, he made sure to pick you first, resulting in you two becoming close friends.

✾ Your mom adores him; heck, she prefers him over you. Xiumin has always been the perfect son; he got perfect grades, is polite, is handsome, cleans up after himself, etc. Whenever you call her, she asks whether you can pass the phone to him so she can ask her favourite child how he is doing.

✾ He is a very consistent friend. Regardless of how busy his schedule is, he makes sure to drop by your place regularly. If he can't visit you in person, he will have a four-hour phone call with you instead, where you two talk about everything and anything happening in your lives.

✾ At some point during your friendship, he had a massive crush on you. He never told you -and you might not have noticed it- but it was incredibly obvious to everyone around you as they watched him follow you with puppy dog eyes. Your mother still holds out hope that you will end up together.

Suho/Junmyeon:

✾ You guys became friends all the way back in pre-school when Suho noticed you were having trouble learning how to tie your shoelaces. Five-year-old Suho wasted no time and offered to help you out, patiently teaching you how to do it. You have stuck together ever since, remaining close throughout your teenage years.

✾ Suho dragged you through secondary school; if it hadn't been for him functioning as your tutor throughout your educational career, you would not have had the grades you ended up graduating with. Nowadays, he mostly gives you advice on work and will look over contract details with you when needed.

✾ He was 1000% your wealthy, rich best friend growing up. His childhood birthday parties were incredibly lavish; he would take all his friends to theme parks when he was younger, his parents paying for every expense. Even nowadays, he never misses a chance to spoil you rotten, taking you on already-paid-for trips whenever he is able to.

✾ You guys have stayed at each other's places so often that you call each other's parents mom and dad. It is not unusual for one of you to have dinner with the other's parents without the other present.

✾ Compared to the other members, he is less consistent with meetups, not minding it too much when a lot of time passes between phone calls. You can go months without talking to each other before sending the other a random TikTok or stopping by each other's place unannounced.

Baekhyun:

✾ The two of you have a crazy story of how you met. You met Baekyhun shortly after moving into the same street. At the time, you were convinced mermaids were real, so you decided it was perfectly reasonable to dive into the river running next to your house to introduce yourself to them without actually being able to swim. Luckily for you, Baekyhun happened to be playing nearby and jumped in after you without a second thought, rescuing you from drowning. He still holds it over you whenever he needs a favour.

✾ You have so many weird stories of when you were growing up together. You two would constantly get into trouble, most of it initiated by Baekyhun. It got to the point where your teachers decided to put you in different classes to prevent you two from pulling pranks during class.

✾ Your place is his place, and vice versa. On one occasion, you accidentally switched apartments; Baekyhun had gone over to yours whilst you had visited him. You still complain that he should cover your grocery bills as he tends to eat most of the food in your fridge whenever he is over.

✾ Baekyhun is such a loyal friend; he will always have your back and drop everything to come running when you tell him you need him. Baekyhun has friends he has known for over 20 years; he is a friend for life.

Chen/Jongdae:

✾ Your dad and his dad were best friends, introducing you to one another when you were two years old in the hopes you would become best friends, too. At first, you two were painfully shy, hiding behind your fathers to stare at the other strange kid, but after leaving you two alone for an hour, you two became quick friends.

✾ He acts very much like a brother. Chen can be super annoying, teasing you whenever he gets a chance, but he will drop everything and anything when you call him. He will not let anyone else -not even his members- tease you; it is only okay if he does it.

✾ You two give each other the best advice. You guys regularly call each other to talk about whatever problems and hardships you are going through.

✾ Chen wasted no time in asking you to be one of the bridesmaids at his wedding. God knows how much you contributed to the two getting together and how much time you spent helping Chen plan the proposal.

✾ Chen and his wife immediately called you to ask whether you wanted to be the godmother the moment they discovered she was pregnant. He cannot wait for you to have a child of your own so they can become best friends, too.

Chanyeol:

✾ You two met in primary school when you were six, and your teacher decided to have you sit together. Chanyeol got super competitive when he discovered you had gotten a higher grade than him on a spelling test, resulting in a friendly rivalry. To this day, you two get along perfectly well, but the moment that grades or board games are involved, a war will break out.

✾ He 1000% bullied you into playing video games with him. Chanyeol even bought you a gaming laptop, trying to convince you to join him. Regardless of his schedule or location, you have a regular game night where you play random multiplayer games, affectionately yelling at each other.

✾ You developed a tiny crush on Chanyeol when you first saw him after he got his growth spurt. It did not last very long, however; you remembered he was the same Chayeol who once ate a crayon on a dare and puked the contents of his stomach all over your shoes.

✾ Chanyeol is the worst wingman. He is very protective over you, and, according to his opinion, nobody is good enough to date you. Whenever you go out drinking, he will lurk behind you, attempting to intimidate whoever dares to come up to you. This man might be secretly in love with you and absolutely in denial about his feelings.

✾ Chanyeol once wrote a song about your friendship, but he has not yet made up his mind on whether he wants to release it. Part of him feels he should save it for a solo album.

D.O./Kyungsoo:

✾ You met Kyungsoo as he is the son of your mother's best friend. His mother had asked yours to introduce you two as Kyungsoo was a painfully shy child, and she wanted him to have more friends his age. Initially, he was quiet around you, hiding behind his mother whenever she brought him over. However, he slowly came out of his shell the more you played together.

✾ You two didn’t attend the same schools but remained good friends nonetheless. Whenever school would end, you would rush to meet up underneath a big old tree in the park near your house. You would sit there for hours, talking about your day or doing your homework together, until it got dark.

✾ Kyungsoo never told you, but you were the main reason why he pursued a career in acting and singing. You never failed to hype him up, giving him the confidence to put himself out there. He fondly remembers the countless karaoke nights where you would be his biggest fan, praising his skills when the song would end.

✾ He definitely developed a crush on you somewhere during your teenage years. Kyungsoo never felt the need to act on it, finding your friendship too precious to risk anything. His friends were very aware of it, though, teasing him whenever he would rush out the moment school ended to meet up with you.

Kai/Jongin:

✾ You two met on a playground when you were three years old. Someone had pushed you off the wigwam, and Kai, seeing you cry, stood up for you as much as a three-year-old can stand up for someone else. He refused to leave your side after, playing with you until it was time to go home. You two have been close friends ever since.

✾ He insisted on you taking dance classes with him, thinking it was fun to have something to do together. It became your regular weekly meetup point, enabling you to stay connected even when you went to different schools. You would show up an hour before class would start, just so you could talk without being scolded by the teacher, and would take your sweet time walking home, squeezing out as much time as you could.

✾ You recognize that Kai is incredibly handsome whenever you see him perform, but all you are able to see when he thrusts his hips is the same kid who once fell into a pond when he was collecting a bunch of rocks because he thought they were pretty and cried over a feather because he felt bad for the bird that lost it. Having so many embarrassing childhood memories of him is why you are still sane and not drooling over him.

✾ Kai bombards you with messages throughout the day; you once had over fifty notifications from him as he sent you every video and photo of a dog or cat he stumbled upon.

Sehun:

✾ You and Sehun met during daycare and initially did not get along whatsoever. You two got into a fight when Sehun stole the stuffed animal you were playing with, resulting in the caretaker putting the both of you in time-out. Weirdly enough, you bonded over your time in toddler jail, becoming inseparable after you were set free.

✾ Sehun and you constantly bicker with one another, having no problem calling the other one out or, as you like to put it, keeping the other person humble. To those who know you well, they liken your dynamic to that of an old married couple. However, people who do not know your friendship tend to assume you hate each other.

✾ Sehun gets insanely jealous when you hang out with his members or other friends of his. You are his friend, and as much as he likes his friends getting along, the bratty part of him hates when you do not have time for him. He will become incredibly whiny when too much time has passed between meetups and when he feels like you are ditching him for your friends.

✾ Sehun is your favourite gossip buddy. He will randomly call you to tell you whatever drama he witnessed or caught wind of. If calling is not an option, he will instead send you a thirty-minute voice note explaining the situation in full detail. Your chat is basically a podcast where you update one another about people you do not know and drama that does not concern you.

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soobadnoonecanstopher · 10 months

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Can I Stay? (A Baekhyun Story) Part 16.

Pairing: You x Baekhyun

Rating: M

Word Count: 7.2k

Warnings: whoops plot. I didn't really proofread this — sorry. Also sorry it is taking so long for the chapters to come out. I hope you still love me.

A romance between two adults with an unspecified age difference between them, an English story that uses the word Noona for lack of another word in English that carries the same feeling, if you don’t like this, then don’t read this story.

Links: Part 1, ….. Part 15, Part 16, Part 17

Tag List: @andimoon @his-mochi-cheeks

Maybe it was the expensive clothes you were wearing. Maybe it was the understated, quiet luxury of the handbag you walked through that office door carrying. Could it be the shoes? Surely the casual observer couldn’t have noticed the bright red soles of the brand new Louboutins on your feet as you walked.

Perhaps there was some extra oxygen filling up your chest somehow making you carry yourself with an added bit of confidence; making you feel as if you could float away with even the slightest breeze.

You felt as if you were a completely different person. You felt as if the others could tell. It couldn’t just all be happening inside of your head either because you caught evidence of some reactions to you; little things. Tiny double takes as you walked by. Slight widening of eyes when you entered your meetings; slight twinges in the expressions of their faces; barely detectable save for how very aware of yourself and of all of them you felt inside of your skin right now.

So much was new. So much felt different.

You were, in very new and very real ways, very suddenly and unequivocally … somebody’s.

And that somebody he was — he was yours too.

It had a taste to it — it was rich and sweet and secretive and quick. A fresh baked cookie swiped when Mom’s back was turned. Hasty kisses stolen behind heavy wooden doors and brushes of warm fingertips over the back of a hand as you walked by. The whispered lean of a warm shoulder against your own as you both stood in an elevator; surrounded by people; acutely aware of the rhythm of only eachother’s breathing.

A smell like very early morning just before dawn on Christmas Day; the smell of pine and cinnamon and the crisp chill of snow outside, like hiding at the top of the stairs to catch a forbidden glimpse of Santa Claus.

Warm brown eyes from across a hectic room touched into yours again and again. You knew you were staring. You had very little control over it though. This was so very unlike you. Baekhyun was as busy as you had been. The project was wrapping today and loose ends had to be tied up. Final documents had to be submitted to clients. Plus he had been training his replacement on all of his tasks and duties. Tomorrow would be the wrap party. You could hardly wait to unclench. You’d have some drinks with your team and you’d even get to dance. Maybe you could get away with a dance or two with your soon to be ex-assistant without drawing too many curious gazes.

You could dance together one or twice, couldn’t you? You could stand to be held in his arms and swung around the dance floor without leaning in too close or gazing too deeply into his deep brown eyes as you did it, right?

You did your absolute best to look at something else; at anything else.

Those deep brown eyes had found yours once again. Again and again, he found you. Maybe it wasn’t only you who had been staring at him as he showed Assistant Cha the ropes; as he leaned in and spoke very closely with her; as he told her things that made her head roll back and big belly laughs erupted from her bosom that shook like jelly when she laughed dramatically with her whole body.

She reached a hand out and her fingertips touched lightly along his forearm; making contact for a fraction of a second — no more time than the width of a strand of hair. Not enough time of actual contact to warrant any sort of comment about it at all. It was not even any real touch on his skin even; she got his shirt sleeve. This was nothing. This certainly wasn’t anything that warranted such a ridiculously detailed description inside the ever-present internal monologue that played through your head when you thought about this man. It could hardly even be called a touch, really.

Still…she touched his arm. She laughed and giggled and smiled a sickeningly sweet smile at him and you knew, you knew what it felt like to look at him and talk to him and feel that attraction and desire and lust and want. You knew of the kinds of irrational and impossible fantasies that would fly through her head at the very thought of just one of her desperate touches being returned by him.

You could not blame her. He was beautiful.

He moved his arm down and away; probably purposefully. He was reaching for something and just before he spoke, just before his movement nagged at her focus and pulled her dreamy eyes away from his pretty face and down onto what he had to show her, just before his focus dropped to the papers or notebooks or tablet or whatever the hell it was that he held inside his hand, you had them once more; those deep brown eyes that looked into yours from across this space; those brown eyes of his that found yours again and again no matter where you were and no matter where he was — it was like a magnet. He looked at you and you looked at him and the sound and the commotion and the ever present din inside of this busy workspace fell weirdly silent to your own ears.

You had to stop this.

You pulled your focus away from the two of them and you looked around the room at your team. It took so much effort to do.

With the exception of one person, the entire team was immersed in their own tasks. There was a bittersweet vibe in the air and each and every one of these people, to the very end, was giving it their all.

As your eyes made their way around to each desk, glimpsing lightly over its occupant, you reached a person who’s presence had been so familiar to you that you only half jumped to find her looking right at you.

Sandi, a senior member of your translating team and the person who occupied the seat closest to your office door, the person who had worked with you for probably the longest out of all of the group, who you had shared many long nights with over the course of your career, Sandi was watching you with a quiet amusement on her face.

You met her eyes with as much strength and fortitude as you could manage but you admittedly felt a bit taken aback to have had her attention during this time; this time when you foolishly had assumed no one could possibly be paying any attention to you.

You weren’t sure what you were expecting. Perhaps a small smile in your direction and maybe she would resume her work. Or maybe she was watching you because she had a question for you. You strengthened the eye contact with Sandi and lifted your eyebrows in question. Doing your absolute best to keep any guilty expressions from manifesting in your eyes.

You definitely hadn’t expected the next words that came out of her mouth.

“You should stop watching them. She doesn’t hold a candle—“ she began out loud but just as suddenly as she spoke, her words halted abruptly as she closed up her mouth with a start, shaking her head in quick shallow passes. The small self-satisfied smile that had been coloring her lips before she opened her mouth had now slipped away and her eyes widened as she turned her head away from you; averting her eyes. She lifted a hand to cover over her mouth, clearly surprised that she would say such a thing out loud.

Sandi may have been surprised by herself, but you felt blindsided. You felt your mouth go dry and a spindly tingling slowly crept up the back of your neck.

She knew.

Sandi knew.

You felt sick.

The panic that surged through you was swift and complete and it took your breath and what was left of your rational mind.

Without your mind working, all you could manage was to stare down at the girl in silence until you exhaled a purposefully slow breath through your mouth. She had both of her hands over her parted lips and she was reeling. You felt similarly but thankfully years of working through impossible and stressful situations where your facial expression mattered, kept the reeling happening inside of you where it should stay.

“Oh my god, I am so sorry, Miss Manager. I didn’t mean—”

“Sandi — come see me in my office, please.”

Sandi knew you better than most. You’d worked closely beside her for so many years, if anyone would have noticed the obvious change in you since you’d met Baekhyun it would be Sandi. It made the most sense that she would have noticed something was going on. But still, you felt blindsided by this revelation. It wasn’t that you didn't trust the woman, you did. If anyone in this office was going to know such a damning secret about you, it might as well be Sandi.

You felt guilty. You felt very much in the wrong. You’d always strived to set such a good example to your team members and here you’d been caught red-handed, having done such a thing with your direct subordinate of all people, with your assistant! Yes, yes you had already processed his transfer, met with his new team lead, you were doing your absolute best to remove Baekhyun from any and every position beside you, beneath you, any connection to you as quickly as you possibly could. But the fact remained, you were in direct violation of company policy. You should have come clean to HR the second you’d realized just how inappropriate the professional relationship with Baekhyun had turned to have him transferred out that very day.

But you had been weak.

You had delayed it; torn by the very thought of losing him from your side and now…now someone knew. What if she had the wrong idea? What if she thought you used your influence over him to coerce him into the relationship? What if she thought it was one sided, or what if she used this new-found information to hold over you?

You shook your head back and forth as she walked through the doorway of your office and quietly closed the door behind her. Her head was downcast and she moved slowly through the space to take a seat beside where you sat with your hands clenched together in your lap on the small sofa in the center of the room.

“Miss Manager, I really didn’t mean anything bad by what I said. I was just thinking out loud and it slipped out.” She began quickly, as soon you felt the cushion dip when she sat down.

“Can you tell me what you meant by it?” You kept your voice low and careful as you replayed her words again in your mind, a quiet disbelief dancing along the edges of your memory. Maybe you heard her wrong, or maybe she didn't mean it exactly as it sounded to you. Maybe your guilty conscience had you running when nothing was even chasing you.

She didn't speak for a few moments and you swallowed the moisture inside your mouth, lifted your head and looked around the clean space of your office.

“You said that I can stop watching them, who do you think I was watching?” You probed again, realizing that your face, which was angled away from her now, might have not been as in control as usual. You could feel the dampness in your eyes and you blinked quickly.

“Baekhyun and Assistant Cha. Nothing is going on there. There is nothing to worry about. I’m on your side, by the way — both of you.”

You had confirmed it.

She knew.

You felt your steady resolve crumble with the deep sigh of defeat that left your chest and the oxygen leaving your lungs pulled your eyelids closed until all of the light was shut out for a moment. Just for a moment.

You only needed one moment.

“How did you know?” The delicacy of your words, tantamount to a confession, balanced lightly on the tip of your tongue. Your voice sounded so much smaller than you were used to hearing from yourself.

Her reply did not come instantly but the delay in her response, you knew, was more imagined by your own sense of urgency than in anything she was doing. Still, you were impatient to know; enough to turn your gaze from the safety of the silent bookshelf full of items you had owned and controlled for years to look anxiously upon the expressions written on her face and the unpredictable and uncontrollable harsh truths you might find in her eyes.

“Does anyone else know?” You whispered another quiet question, despite the fact that she hadn’t answered the first one yet.

Her eyes watched your face and in them you saw a lightness and warmth. On her lips was the smallest sweet smile that brought you back again to the woman you knew so well; the woman you had worked with closely over the years on several projects, through countless sleepless nights, tirelessly and side by side. The valuable member of your team who proved herself to be trustworthy and reliable. The woman you sought out first when something needed to be handled discreetly and quickly.

She was watching your face and she inhaled a small breath to speak.

“I’m pretty sure I’m the only one who could possibly know,” she said with that soft smile still inside her warm eyes. She was reaching into her pocket to pull out her cellphone and you looked down at her illuminated screen as she opened up an app. It was Instagram. She clicked a few times and eventually landed on a profile that was familiar. It was Baekhyun’s account and a few harmless pictures down his feed, her fingers stopped scrolling when she reached something that you knew would be a picture he had posted one of the nights he’d spent in your bed.

It was an innocuous shot of his hand holding your hand with only an alarm clock visible in the background. The time read 02:16 A.M. and it sat atop a wooden bedside table. Nothing else was in focus. The background of the picture was blurred beyond recognition with only a hazy outline of the very tip of the tail of your darkened bird lamp but definitely not anything that was recognizable about it. Neither of you wore any jewelry that might possibly come back to you. You looked at the words he wrote below the image — ‘I die for any little bit of you, my love.’ — and while yes, it had filled you with butterflies and made you kick and scream under your covers in secret when you saw what he wrote, for the purposes of Sandi identifying you from just this— was she a witch? How could she possibly have known?

There was nothing there. Nothing that pointed to you so conclusively that she would present this evidence to you with such conviction.

“From his posts, I knew he was seeing someone, but when I saw this, it suddenly made sense — how you could have changed so much since he joined. Anyway, I bought you that clock as a Secret Santa gift last year. So obviously I would be the only one to recognize it. I am glad to see you still use it.”

“Would you believe me if I said I gave the clock away to my sister, so that couldn’t possibly be me in the picture?”

You said it jokingly; feeling as if a switch had been flipped with Sandi since she knew something so very damning about you. What authority and respect? This woman saw and knew too much. You now had a confidant and maybe even a friend. Oh no! What if you had to transfer her to another department too? You couldn’t keep losing your best people like this just because you couldn’t keep your work life separated from your personal life.

You honestly felt as if you’d lost all control in this job the moment that man walked through your office door on his first day of work.

“You don’t have a sister.”

“Right,” you conceded quickly.

“Miss Manager,” Sandi began after a few moments, “you don’t need to feel so guilty about this. I really don’t think either of you have done anything wrong. And isn’t that why he’s being transferred so suddenly? To avoid any problems with the company.”

“And let me guess. He made the first move, right? I’m certain of it. I noticed how he looks at you. Since last year even.”

“Last year? You knew him from before this project?”

“You don’t remember him? He was interning with Manager Jung Ho. Ahhh maybe it was the red hair and the glasses.”

Sandi still had her phone out and was scrolling again, this time through her own photo albums that went back through the years. You recognized yourself in many of the shots. Candid pictures as you both worked, a few of the group laughing together as the team unwound after some particularly hectic days. Her scrolling stopped abruptly and you looked down to where she touched with her index finger on a pretty boy with wavy red hair, wearing round gold wire glasses and standing literally right beside you, his eyes looking at you while you were about as busy as could be focusing on putting out several fires at once.

“Here he is. Always following around Miss Manager Noona. Always staring at Miss Manager Noona and talking about Miss Manager Noona. He was so annoying,” she said with a hearty laugh. She scrolled again and image after image showed a similar scene, Baekhyun taking stolen glances at you and you with your mind so occupied at the time you didn’t even remember him. The more pictures you saw of the young red-head with the glasses the more the actual memories of him popped into your mind.

He was bright and chipper and you never did catch his name at the time. He was noisy and full of laughter and full of life and you…well, you had a dark storm cloud hanging over your head back then. Last year was a hard year for you. You had some professional failures that you still dwelled on and some even worse personal failures involving one relationship that still burned you to think about. You’d nearly given up on all things romance at the time; sworn off men forever with their lies and their cheating ways. It was no wonder your eyes had been so blind to the entire person standing beside you; rooting for you; building you up as he had done back then.

You remembered him more as you looked at the pictures. Now his face was so recognizable to you, after you had fallen in love with everything about him, you’d even be able to spot him with bright blue hair and a fake mustache on. But apparently all it had taken was a pair of glasses and a wavy red perm.

“I can’t believe he pulled a Superman-Clark Kent on me — ohhhh…look at how cute he was!” You cooed right out loud. A momentary lapse made you forget where you were and as soon as the sickeningly saccharine words left your lips you lifted a hand to cover over your parted lips.

She laughed out loud , “Oh no, you’ve got it bad. You’ll invite me to the wedding, won’t you?”

She was joking when she said it but you closed up your mouth and pulled both of your lips between your teeth, biting down to try and keep from doing something stupid like squealing from the pent up excitement you felt when you thought about marrying him. Your strong reaction was yet another confession. She had gone motionless the moment you didn't laugh it off as just a funny joke.

“Of course you are invited,” you whispered just under your breath and her laughter quit suddenly, her lips hung open, and her eyes widened significantly.

“Oh my god. What? What?!” She was whispering, but it was a very loud and very excited sounding whisper. “Are you serious?”

You felt her hands grip around your upper arms and she gave you a good shake. It made the laughter break free from your chest and you were giggling now. It was useless to fight it. You could feel the excitement building the more she shook you and the louder her whispering giggles grew. You lifted both hands to cover over your face as your entire body shook with laughter.

You gave into it; the joy and anticipation that her genuine excitement brought out of you and by the time you heard the soft two knocks on your office door you had to wipe away moisture from your eyes from giggling so much before you could compose yourself enough to call out to whoever was knocking that the door was unlocked and they could come in.

The door was pushed and a familiar head of blond hair poked inside just before you saw the rest of his face.

“Miss Manager,” Baekhyun spoke cautiously with his face carefully controlled as he said it. Not even any flirtatious tones hidden in a sweet grin or a secret wink. He was on his best behavior today with so many witnesses around. You hadn’t had a single pointed look from him in hours. It had been at least two hours since you felt the warmth of his fingertips on the skin of the back of your hand. It had been a solid hour since he had looked into your eyes for longer than thirty seconds and allowed those eyes to slip down and steal a glance at your lips.

“You have a meeting upstairs in five,” he said and he pushed the door open further. You could make out Assistant Cha standing just behind him; a thick and heavily scribbled notebook held up to her chest with both of her arms wrapped tightly around it as if it carried all of the secrets of her very new and scary universe.

You nodded your head to the pair of them and quickly gathered your end-of-project meeting materials.

Sandi was excusing herself quietly; if not rather slowly. You caught the lingering examination she gave to Baekhyun as she made her way around the sofa you both had been squealing on moments earlier and seemed to be taking her time with the exit. If he noticed anything amiss, he didn't make it known, but after a few moments of her looking into his face she simply nodded her head once, smiled a sweet smile in his direction and said a quick, “Okay, okay. I can see it. I could have sworn you used to wear glasses.”

You bit down on the side of your tongue to suppress any remaining giggles.

Baekhyun’s eyes danced around her face for a moment in mild confusion and he frowned his lips with a tiny pout, inhaling lightly and parting his lips to respond. But before he could offer any explanation she turned her head back in your direction, gave you a small wave of her hand and a quick, “See you at the wrap party, Miss Manager,” and she then was gone.

You’d made it half of the way through the rows of cubicles when a tap on your shoulder halted your steps and pulled your attention behind you. You recognized that the person calling you was Baekhyun and your eyes were pulled down toward his hand in which he held a small post-it note.

“Excuse me, Miss Manager, I think you dropped this,” he said as he pushed the small folded-in-half piece of colorful paper into the palm of your hand. You knew you must have had a questioning look inside your eyes, at least for the first few seconds of this, but you quickly recovered with a nod and a quiet thank-you on your lips. You slipped the paper inside the pocket of your blazer.

As your legs moved, you noticed that Baekhyun and Assistant Cha held back some, and your curiosity about the small token from your boyfriend felt absolutely itchy. It was as if that small note was pulsing as it called to you from inside your pocket. You slipped your hand in and pulled it out, glancing around quickly to take note of the fact that no one around was paying you any attention at all and with Baekhyun’s steps so far behind you figured no one would mind if you read whatever little details might have been written just for you on this note.

‘I miss you today. You are right here and I miss you to death. I am being so brave about it. You can compliment me about it later, if you want.

P.S. Which season do you like best?’

You silently slipped the note back inside your pocket with a lovely little tap over the fabric to make sure it was secure. You felt as if this elevator you stood inside was carrying you straight into the clouds above this building. He probably couldn't text you freely because of the close proximity of his shadow, Assistant Cha. Or maybe he just wanted to hand you this adorable little note as a physical token of his affection; something you could hold in your hand and lightly touch with the tip of your finger. You half wondered if you should just text him back the answer to his question.

Instead you held your finger over the elevator button to keep it open long enough for the pair of assistants to finally join you inside and you caught the briefest touch of his brown eyes as he stepped inside.

His eyes did not linger. Yours did not chase but you did feel the distinct presence of the warmth of his body as he stepped into the space directly behind you. There were no secret touches or hidden attempts to reach for you inside this space. The high speed elevator surged up quickly; its destination was amongst the upper floors and with the abrupt movement you rocked lightly on your legs to keep your balance. You reached a hand out to rest it over the bar and a glance to your right, just over your shoulder afforded you the view of a familiar hand doing the same. Long slender fingers flexed once outward in your direction, but his hand did not move any closer to you and eventually those fingers simply wrapped around the silver pole for the remainder of the elevator ride.

You would not let your fingers leave his skin tonight.

You’d had your fill of denial.

The meeting was typical for this stage of a project. You paid exactly enough attention as you needed to. Your presentation showcased your team’s successes and honestly, although you didn’t tend to toot your own horn, your own performance looked incredibly impressive as well. Although with such a capable team it was hard not to look incredible. You gave credit where credit was due as you always did and as the other managers and directors said their parts you pulled out a small note pad from your bag and began penning a response to your boyfriend. You did your best to keep your face from showing too much but you could feel the elation pulling your lips into a small smile as you drew the little sad faced emoji in the middle of the note.

‘You are very brave, and doing so much better than I am. I got caught staring at you today. :( Sandi knows now.

P.S. I like the fall. Winter is too cold, Spring is too sneezy, and Summer is too hot. Although you kissed me in the summertime so I like it now too.

P.P.S. I remember you now, from Jung Ho’s project. I didn’t know you wore glasses.

P.P.P.S. It’s not fair for you to look so handsome in every hair color. ’

You stopped writing when you ran out of space. This all could have gone so much smoother in a text message, but there was something magical about writing all of this out in a note to secretly pass to him in person.

Your meeting ended and there was another meeting coming up just after lunch. Your busy schedule and the ever present assembly of people around you didn’t give you any opportunities to pass on the note. And when you would have normally both found yourselves alone with each other, now there was an entirely new person around with her own set of eyes, watching and learning all sorts of things about her new position. And hopefully just that.

She was fine. You could tell that Baekhyun was right about her. She would do well and she would succeed in her new role. You would come to depend on her and appreciate her too. Maybe even the strange undeserved bitterness you felt when you looked at her pretty young face would fade.

But now, you wished she had some other place she desperately had to be.

You found your chance just after lunch when Assistant Cha had departed to the bathrooms. You spotted Baekhyun leaning against a pillar on the ground floor checking the time on his watch, looking about as handsome as could be in his suit and ignoring the many curious glances from various ladies and men who walked by him. He seemed to be waiting for something and you slipped closer to where he stood, careful not to be spotted as you made your way around the other side of the pillar.

You’d reached a hand out to tap on his shoulder at the exact moment that a ping sounded out on his cell phone and he moved out of the way just as your fingers extended so that they touched nothing. You felt a little silly.

While you felt a tinge of disappointment that you’d missed your chance, you also felt a surge of mild curiosity about what he was up to. He made his way toward the security turnstiles and met with a run-of-the mill food delivery man who handed him a small black bag from a local bakery down the block. You’d recognized the logo of one of your favorite shops that had the absolute best fruit tarts you’d ever had and a chocolate cake slice that you’d just about sell your soul for.

He was walking back with his head and his focus turned down into the small bag and you spun on your heels behind your pillar so he would not see you stalking him.

Your feet moved lightly, feeling like you were in some sort of spy movie as you moved along with him, yet just out of his sight as he made his way toward the elevator. The button was pressed, the lights illuminated and after a few moments the soft ding let you know that he would be stepping forward into that quiet space. What kind of deal with the devil did you have to make for that elevator to be empty?

He stepped inside and you held back. You counted in your head just a few times before moving and just as the doors were closing you slipped inside the space, earning the quiet gasp from the very center of his chest when he saw you.

It was empty. You had him alone for a few seconds at least.

“Excuse me, Assistant Byun, I think you dropped this.” You did your best impression of him and held up the little colorful note you had with a cheeky smile that he returned instantly as he reached out quick fingertips to grab the note.

Baekhyun wasted no time. His fingers pulled the small sheet apart and his mouth moved as he silently formed the words of your message with his lips.

“Oh my god,” he gasped quietly; having absorbed the bad news from the note first, “Sandi knows? How?”

“She’s a better detective than Batman,” you shrugged rather casually. Both because you trusted Sandi and you figured if you weren’t freaking out about this, then maybe he would take it in stride as well. “She showed me some pictures of you from last year.”

“Did she?” His lips were pulled into a smile and you caught the little lift of his chin and the scrunch of his nose.

You nodded twice, acutely aware of how telling the smile on your face must look to him. “I remember you. I didn't know your name though. But you looked very cute with the little glasses and the hair,” you lifted a hand to make a waving motion with your fingers above your own head. “Did you get LASIK? Where are the glasses?”

He was reaching a hand out to press a button on the elevator panel and his eyes narrowed slightly as he pursed his lips.

“Oh, that was just fashion. They never had any lenses in them. I have perfect vision.”

His clarification made you laugh out loud. You leaned against the back wall of the elevator and looked into his face freely, feeling every bit of the affection and attraction you had for the man fill up your chest with contentment. At last, you had a moment alone with him. You could look at him. You could stare at him and you could daydream and you could let every single recent memory of the love you shared with him flood your mind freely in this shared space without onlookers or witnesses.

Baekhyun leaned against the side wall, doing just about the exact same thing to you and when his head leaned back against the elevator wall his eyelids sank down half closed, his jaw relaxed, and his lips parted with a slow exhale of air from deep within his lungs.

“I wish I could touch you,” he whispered under his breath.

“Me too,” you confessed, “stupid cameras,” you added without breaking eye contact with him; although you did let your head fall some to rest against the back wall.

“I’ll kiss you in the wintertime,” he said with a smile pulling at his lips, “so you don't feel the cold so much.” His sweet words and that pretty smile pulled a matching smile from you. You lifted a hand to cover over your mouth, tapping lightly over your lips with your fingertips.

“Let’s have a winter wedding,” he said.

“This winter? So soon?” You didn’t hear any objection in your voice. Only curiosity.

He nodded and blinked his eyes slowly; a truly dreamy expression taking over his features.

“We can honeymoon somewhere without pollen and I will kiss you in the springtime.”

You couldn’t stand it. You felt ready to burst right here inside this elevator; just from his sweet, romantic promises that coated you from head to toe.

In the recesses of your mind; in the bargaining parts, you could hear the questions parading by.

What if you reached a hand out and pressed the button for the ground floor on this elevator panel. What if you pulled him by the shirt sleeve — didn’t give a good damn about who saw — and marched him right out of this office building, out onto the street, and hailed a cab destined for your apartment. What if you said screw who knew the truth, screw the wrap and the endless droning meetings, screw this job. What if you took him home and you locked both of you inside your home for a month straight. Nothing but the two of you and the privacy you would find in that bedroom.

“I miss you,” he said softly under his breath with his eyes still locked onto your face. Your mind had been wandering but his words pulled you back into yourself.

“I’m right here,” you said with a small smile, blinking your eyes slowly and purposefully in his direction again and again, as if you could send him a message with their movement — I love you, I love you, I love you — your eyelids called out to him.

“I miss you, though,” he said again with a long exhale from his lungs. “What am I going to do next week when I can't look up and see you whenever I want?”

The elevator slowed its rapid upward movement and you could feel it in your stomach as it slowed to a stop. Someone must be joining; you hadn’t yet reached your destination but it appeared that someone would come and interrupt this. Damn them. A soft ding let you know the doors were about to open. Your few moments of alone time with him was coming to an end.

Baekhyun was still talking though; still lost inside his own head and caught up in the dread of the upcoming changes you both would need to adjust to.

“I sound pathetic, don’t I?” You had to look away from his face but from your peripherals you caught the small step he took in your direction as he moved closer to you.

“Baekhyun, someone is coming in.” You didn’t have time to reassure him that this feeling he was going through was not something he was alone in. You also felt the loneliness and the ache to touch him. You were also feeling the sense of dread for the upcoming weeks without him by your side.

But right now was not the time. Not with this camera above both of your heads and the elevator doors about to open and whoever it was that had called the elevator was about to walk in.

A few simultaneous sensations happened. You could feel the jolt as the elevator came to a full stop and, at the same time, Baekhyun’s soft fingertips brushed against the back of your hand. He had taken another step it seemed and he was beside you; his wandering hand reaching down to run a slow path over your skin down the back of your hand. You felt the moment his fingers wrapped around your palm and slipped lower as each fingertip slipped just in-between your own fingers.

You had to pull away. The doors opened.

You pulled your hand out of his grip quickly, if not a bit forcefully, and you stepped away at the same time; putting a good two steps worth of distance between the two of you. You brought your hands in front of you and clasped them together and you looked up just in time to make eye contact with a terrifyingly familiar set of brown eyes. Brown eyes that bore a strikingly frightening resemblance to the very same brown eyes that had been burning a hole into your heart all day long.

You were sure the first few moments of the eye contact, you had a look of absolute panic. You were certain he would have seen fear in your eyes.

You did your best to push a smile to your face. Inside of your chest your heartbeat had jolted to life, sending thundering booms through your entire torso. You felt the trembling from it. You swallowed nervously and you could hardly hear your own words from your lips over the echo of your racing heart inside of your eardrums.

“President Byun,” you said softly; wincing internally at just how terrified you sounded as you said his name. “Lovely to see you, Sir.”

Your greeting earned you a curt head nod and his eyes immediately moved to touch upon his son’s face.

“What floor?” You were closest to the buttons and you inhaled through your parted lips and forced the air back out slowly, desperately hoping your question hadn’t sounded stupid. He was the president and every one knew his offices occupied the top floor.

“Top?” Your finger hovered over the button and your nervous question another swift nod of his head. He spared you only a fraction of his attention before he was standing beside Baekhyun, who kept his eyes fixed securely on the closing elevator doors.

The doors closed and you stepped back, holding your hands together in front of your abdomen so they wouldn't tremble and give away the raging anxiety that was surging through you right now.

You hadn’t been ready for this. You knew seeing his father again after all that had transpired between you and Baekhyun would bring some strong emotions but you were having about as strong a reaction as you could take quietly. It was the suddenness of this.

You kind of just wanted to run away from this. Yet you were trapped inside this moving box with these two men who hadn’t spoken a word to each other despite sharing a familial bond, sharing a bloodline, sharing a home for most of Baekhyun’s life, you couldn't help but notice that Baekhyun hadn’t even said hello to the man. Nor had the man said anything to his son, but the two of them merely stood side by side in this elevator and looked ahead with blank and passive faces.

You felt a tickle in your throat. It was the nerves. You fought the urge to cough and quickly realized it was useless and you turned your head a little and cleared your throat, trying to rid yourself of the annoying feeling without actually coughing inside a closed elevator in a time when coughing in public was a major faux pas.

The sound of your own throat cleaning was timed perfectly with the sound of President Byun’s feet as he took a single step forward so that he was standing ahead of the both of you and he inhaled a breath into his lungs to speak out loud into the space right in front of his face.

“I have received some very interesting news this morning,” President Byun said in a steady and confident voice without any flinching in his body language to favor one side of him or another. There was nothing given to indicate that he was speaking to any one of you in particular.

“What is that, Sir,” Baekhyun said; at last acknowledging his father. You couldn't find the nerve to get your own voice to work. You held your breath and then tried your best to keep your breathing steady and even. You felt the slight pain in the back of your hand as your nails gripped hard into your own flesh.

He didn’t turn around to look at either of you when he spoke again, he merely inhaled a breath, opened his mouth and dropped a bomb right on top of both of your heads.

“I heard that you think … that you’re getting married.”

[To Be Continued]

Links: Part 1, …. Part 15, Part 16, Part 17

#exo #exo fanfiction #exo smut #baekhyun #exo fic #exo scenario #baekhyun smut

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jongbross · 1 year

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A headcanon with Exo:

How would they express their feelings for the reader?

a/n: thank you for requesting <3 i did this thinking about love languages, i hope it's okay!

minseok:

acts of service.

minseok has a beautiful way with words, but most of the times he gets awkward to say them out loud, so he learned his love language is acts of service. whenever he sees you're feeling down, he'll do something nice for you, so more often than not you'll get home to him cleaning up the house, finishing that task you've been trying to do for weeks but work just wouldn't let you, or all dressed up waiting for you so he can take you out and treat you with a nice meal.

he always says "i love you" at the end of a phone call or before leaving, but more than that, he tends to show you he loves you through his acts.

junmyeon:

gifts.

i know we all (fans and members) joke about junmyeon being rich and spending all his money as he wants, but somehow he learned that giving gifts is also a love language.

don't get me wrong, he doesn't think he can win people over with that. but if you see and like a nice little pair of earrings, what's the matter with him buying it for you? if you complain to him that you're having a shitty day, is really that bad for him to buy you your favorite desert and get it delivered at your work? if you're the love of his life, the one he's sure he wants to spend the eternity with, can't he buy a new house for the two of you where you can start a family together?

think about it...

yixing:

physical touch.

zhang yixing is one of the softest boys out there. he has a busy schedule and he always puts work first, so sometimes he can't be around you as much as he'd want. so whenever he has some time to spend with you, believe me - he'll be all over you. he will kiss you every chance he have, hug you even if all you're doing is brushing your teeth, lean on your shoulder while you're watching your favorite show.

yixing always makes you feel loved, wanted. he's forever grateful for all the support you give him, for all the times you let him go with a smile on your face because he needed to persue his dreams. he may write a few songs about the way he feels about you, but he rather show you through his touch.

baekhyun:

quality time.

baekhyun knows exactly what he wants and how he wants, so he has confessed to you before. but the funny thing you've realized is, baekhyun is so full of love but has been hurt so many times, that he tries not to talk about his feelings a lot - he's lowkey scared it will all happen again if he wear them on his sleeve.

so, to always remind you how much he loves you and how he cares about you, he learned to just spend some time with you. and it's so natural to him, to turn off the world and just focus on you, give you his full attention; watching your every move, listening to your every word, doing whatever makes you happy - always with a smile on his lips and eyes overflowing with tenderness.

jongdae:

words of affirmation.

have you seen jongdae? he's the walking form of words of affirmation. he is always reminding you how amazing you are, how he's grateful for all the things you do for him, how he knows you're capable of anything you want.

he might not be the one to give you the best birthday gift ever, for an example, but he will always be the one to make you cry at his beautiful words. he might not always be around when you need a hug, but he's always just a call away whenever you're facing some trouble and needs someone to tell you "i love you" and "i believe in you" - and jongdae does, from the bottom of his heart.

chanyeol:

acts of service & physical thouch.

chanyeol is a mix of both, i think. he's the human definition of a golden retriever, i swear! whenever you're sad or need some reassurance, chanyeol hugs you and pulls you closer to his chest because he solemly believe - but won't ever admit it - that how much he loves you emanates from his body and it can heal you.

apart from that, he also likes to shows you that he loves you through his actions rather than words, so don't be surprised if you ever come home and oh, that photo you two took together last month on a trip is now hanging on your wall. (:

kyungsoo:

acts of service.

if you think kyungsoo isn't good with his words, you're right. he has some trouble talking about his feelings, so very early on his life he learned that he can show gratitude and love through his actions. he tends to care for those around him, especially the ones who has done a lot for him too, so of course it wouldn't be different with you.

you also realized this as soon as you two got together. it isn't unusual for kyungsoo to only smile and nod when you tell him you love him, followed by either him bringing you food because you're so busy with work or letting you sleep till noon even though it's his day off and you were supposed to be together - you deserve that rest and he worries about your health because he loves you, so it's okay.

jongin:

physical touch.

there's a very specific moment in one of superm's lives that jongin holds baekhyun's fingers and keeps playing with them for such a long time... that's how he acts with you too.

jongin does say he loves you, very often actually, but you feel that everytime he touches you - which he also does a lot. he's always touching you somehow, from pulling you close everytime he laughs to just touching shoulders while watching something on the couch. he needs that warmth, he craves that from his lover, and he can only hope that it's enough to show you that hey, he's so in love with you (spoiler alert: it is more than enough).

sehun:

gifts.

poor baby doesn't know how to show love. perhaps, since he's not only exo's maknae but also the youngest from his family, he has always been spoiled and showered with love in so many ways that he doesn't know how to pay back. the only way he gets to do it, and that's also a little bit of junmyeon's fault, is through gift giving.

sehun showers you with gifts every chance he gets. anything you want, name it and it's yours - or don't name it, because sehun learned how to read you so everytime you see something, check the price and be like "hm, that's too expansive" DO NOT be fooled, give sehun barely two weeks and the thing you wanted it's on your hands. he'll spoil you rotten if you let him, but don't blame him, it's his way to say "i love you so much, thank you for taking care of me".

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yeolsaintlaurent · 8 months

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Crimson Veins, Midnight Flames ch.1 [BBH]

pairing - baekhyun x fem reader

genre - mature, smut, thriller

themes - Social Divide, Ambition and Privilege, Dark Desires, Identity and Self-Discovery, Love triangle, Sex, Mystery and Gothic Elements

Synopsis - Explore the intricate world of Oxford University, where Baekhyun, a scholarship student, intertwines with the wealthy elite led by Sehun Oh and Y/N Van der Bilt. Against the backdrop of seductive parties and concealed love, the tale unfolds at the grand Ivy Crest Estate in the picturesque town of Willowbrook. Here, secrets and power plays unravel, revealing a collision between societal expectations and personal truths, with gothic nuances weaving through the rich tapestry of privilege and deceit. This is where the heart of the story beats, echoing with the footsteps of characters entwined in a dance of love, betrayal, and hidden mysteries.

A/N - Hi my lovelies~ I am so so so excited to be sharing this new series with you guys. Ever since I watched Saltburn at the cinema, I had wanted to write a fic inspired by it. As always, let me know what you guys think about my new series. <3

Chapter 1: Freshman Impressions

The air at Oxford University was alive with anticipation as freshmen flooded the campus, eager faces filled with excitement and trepidation. Banners fluttered in the crisp autumn breeze, welcoming the newcomers to a journey of knowledge and self-discovery. The courtyards were abuzz with freshmen finding their way, guided by the hopeful energy that marked the beginning of their academic adventure.

Baekhyun, clad in his drab attire, navigated through the sea of unfamiliar faces with wide-eyed wonder. His jet-black hair, styled in an old-fashioned way, hinted at his reserved personality. The banners overhead welcomed the freshmen, but Baekhyun felt like a stranger in a foreign land, an outcast amidst the throngs of students who seemed to effortlessly find their place.

As he lugged his bags, Baekhyun's gaze wandered, taking in the vibrant atmosphere. He saw students with smiles that mirrored the banners' enthusiasm, groups forming friendships that would last a lifetime, and laughter that echoed through the courtyards. His introverted nature left him feeling like an observer on the fringe of a world that he yearned to belong to.

The first day unfolded like a whirlwind, a cascade of introductions, campus tours, and the overwhelming realization that the journey ahead was as daunting as it was promising. Baekhyun, however, found himself struggling to connect with anyone. Ignored and brushed off when seeking directions to his dormitory, he felt the weight of his scholarship status more acutely than ever.

Upon reaching his dorm room, Baekhyun peered out of the window overlooking the courtyard, a view that would become a daily spectacle. It was there, amidst the crowd, that he saw Y/N for the first time. Her uber fashionable outfit, designer bag and shoes, and captivating beauty drew his attention like a moth to a flame. She stood with her friends chatting away, a cigarette in hand, an embodiment of the privilege that seemed so distant from his own reality.

Despite the magnetic pull he felt toward Y/N, Baekhyun remained introverted and nervous. He watched her from a distance, his silent admiration painting a picture of unspoken desire. The window-sill overlooking the courtyard became his silent refuge, and Y/N's presence, a beacon of aspiration in his mundane world.

The University's welcome reception dinner, a grand affair filled with chatter and clinking cutlery, brought Baekhyun face-to-face with the stark realities of his social standing. Most seats were occupied, and the few attempts to find a place were met with dismissive glances. Eventually settling into a solitary spot, Baekhyun's solitude was interrupted by Chanyeol.

"Hey mate, mind if I sit here?" Chanyeol asked, already pulling out a chair opposite to him.

Baekhyun, surprised by the friendly gesture, nodded. "Uh, sure. Go ahead."

Chanyeol flashed a friendly grin as he settled into the chair. "I'm Chanyeol, Chanyeol Park. What's your major?"

"Baekhyun Byun," he replied, still adjusting to the social interaction. "Psychology."

"Sound choice!" Chanyeol exclaimed. "I'm going for Business Administration. Got big shoes to fill as the family heir and all that."

The grand hall echoed with the chatter of students, and the vibrant atmosphere contrasted with Baekhyun's more reserved demeanor. As Chanyeol animatedly shared stories, the world around Baekhyun seemed to fade into the background, and his undecipherable expressions spoke volumes.

Chanyeol, with his outgoing personality, remained oblivious to the intricacies playing out in Baekhyun's mind. The topic veered towards Y/N as Baekhyun's gaze occasionally flickered toward her table, a subtle yet persistent attraction that Chanyeol noticed with a knowing smirk.

"I see where your interests lie," Chanyeol teased, nudging Baekhyun with a playful grin. Baekhyun responded with a nonchalant shrug, but his expressions betrayed a depth of emotion that went beyond mere acknowledgment.

Leaning in conspiratorially, Chanyeol continued his narrative. "That one there, whispering sweet nothings in her ear? That's Sehun Oh. Summered in Spain together after sixth form, so they're practically inseparable now."

Chanyeol, always eager to share insights, revealed another layer to the story. "Sehun and I are good mates. Our fathers are business partners, and I've been a frequent guest at the Van der Bilt family galas at their estate," he confided in Baekhyun, unaware of the internal turmoil brewing within the quieter companion.

With each word, Chanyeol's extroverted energy almost felt like an intrusion for Baekhyun, who continued to listen to the endless stream of information about Sehun and Y/N. The dynamics between the trio unfolded in the narratives Chanyeol wove, and Baekhyun's expressions served as a silent canvas for emotions that ran deeper than the surface suggested.

Two weeks later :

The day of the first assessments arrived, and Baekhyun, armed with a sharp mind and a focused determination, emerged from the exam hall. The sun hung low in the sky, casting long shadows across the bustling courtyard. As the other students dispersed, Baekhyun, oblivious to the world around him, made his way to the nearest notice board. The anticipation of upcoming exams lingered, and he scrutinized the posted details for any schedule changes or possible rearrangements of exam halls.

Lost in the sea of information, Baekhyun suddenly became aware of a commotion nearby. A voice, soft but urgent, reached his ears, seeking a graphing calculator amidst the departing students. He hesitated, not wanting to be drawn into the social currents that flowed around him. The solitary pursuit of knowledge called to him, urging him to retreat to the quiet confines of his dorm room for a session of solitary reading.

A tap on his shoulder shattered his reverie, and Baekhyun turned, finding himself face-to-face with the very object of his admiration—Y/N. Time seemed to freeze, and he felt a strange mixture of elation and nervousness as she stood before him. Her flustered demeanor and earnest expression captivated him, momentarily blurring the lines between his introverted world and the vibrant social tapestry around him.

Y/N, with a hint of desperation in her voice, asked if he had a spare graphing calculator. She explained that she needed it for her upcoming exam and had forgotten her own. Baekhyun, still in the grip of surprise, felt his hands instinctively reaching into his corduroy messenger bag. Without uttering a word, he handed her the calculator, a simple yet profound act of kindness.

The transformation in Y/N's expression was instantaneous. Gratitude and happiness radiated from her as she clutched the calculator in her hands. In a burst of genuine emotion, she planted a quick but heartfelt kiss on Baekhyun's cheek, catching him completely off guard. Before he could fully comprehend the moment, she enveloped him in a warm hug, expressing her thanks.

"I'll get it back to you! Thank you so much!!" her voice echoed behind her as she sprinted towards her exam hall. Baekhyun stood there, frozen for a moment longer, the weight of the unexpected encounter lingering in the air. The courtyard resumed its rhythm, but for Baekhyun, a simple act of generosity had set in motion a chain of events of social dynamics and hidden desires.

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doiefics · 1 year

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work can wait for other days

pairing: baekhyun x afab!reader

prologue: what could possibly surprise baekhyun more than discovering you at work on a typical day, but well, he's a gangster

genre: gangster!baekhyun + established relationship!au + fluff + crack

wordcount: 1,000

warnings: pregnancy + very slight violence

It was a typical Thursday, late in the morning. The commute was rather sluggish, but perhaps it was nothing compared to everyone's speed at work.

They were not to blame, for any exciting thing, no matter how small or big, was always distracting enough.

You see, the brainstorming process starts even before the work at hand is done and dusted, maybe like already drooling over that tiramisu for dessert when your plate barely has starters on it.

For the majority of people, it was a Friday's worth of waiting, but you were just as impatient and eager—but not because it was the weekend.

As you obstinately paced up and down the waiting area, you were fairly certain that you were irking the receptionist.

However, everything came to an abrupt stop even before the train of your flawless thoughts could reach the first junction.

It was "pretty loud for a hospital." You said these things to yourself in a low voice as you joined the other human meerkats, their necks reaching as far as they could and their minds unusually interested.

Your senses lately appear to be much more perceptive.

An array of about half a dozen black cars, quick in speed and quick to hit the breaks, creating those overwhelmingly annoying screeching sounds, were to be seen.

Accompanied by a ridiculous number of men, guns appeared like toys in whosr hands. The next thing you knew, the front glass at the hospital was shattered, and even though it was both chaotic and intimidating, you watched this without a look of worry on your face because you were used to witnessing similar happenings.

"What is he doing over here?" You weren't concerned until now, noticing a strangely familiar face amid the towering, intimidating, strong males.

Before he could even take off his charcoal black Ray Ban shades, more men were at the scene, dressed in suits and shining leather shoes, wrists with expensive timepieces, you see, like any of those other rich men.

"This wasn't needed, we already negotiated that with you." One of them started pleading and rubbing his hands in front of the Ray-Ban guy, but you knew him too well to be able to predict his next action.

He sighed. Dramatically.

"Would be a shame if some killings were to happen at a place like this." He cursed, rolling his eyes and glancing around the hospital. The receptionist, who was in the middle of making a phone call, suddenly halted the process at his gaze. He smirked.

Okay, now that was unnecessary.

The next thing you knew, he rolled the sleeves of his fancy blue shirt as his men basically yeeted away the other ones. You were sure more drama would ensue inside the closed chambers. Cliche power scenes like those in the movies.

"You really had to be here today, idiot!" You blurted it out, quietly, but not quite for the man's ear to miss it. The man would have been furious and snarky after hearing what you blurted out, but it all vanished at the sight of you. Considering that he was in the middle of attending to business, he was equally as astonished to see you here.

"Y/N?" He was perplexed. This was the time one could normally find you at work.

"Don't tell me you broke your phone again." You shook your head as his hands traced to his pockets, finding nothing but a severely cracked iPhone.

He signalled his men, with a flick of his fingers to continue with whatever they were here for. His eyes shifted like those of a five-year-old who just destroyed a pricey vase with his football as he turned back to face you.

"Don't give me that look." The scary man was scared of you.

To get the two of you to a more peaceful location quickly, you grabbed hold of his wrist. If you didn't, it wouldn't be long before gossip-hungry eyes began their customary camera recordings and active involvement on online forums. Picking up what seemed like a report from one of the desks. You had waited long enough.

"This isn't time for paperwork, why are you here?" The man was chatty as usual.

"I told you about this hospital and its trashy director last week, right? Tough time extracting my money back from him." He went on.

"I didn't want any guns involved in the first place." And he never stopped.

"Really has the balls to come and plead at my face when it has already been about-"

"Baekhyun can you not keep quiet for a second, at least?" In his habitual pout, he attempted to cram his head within the papers before you hastily closed them, overwhelmed with unfamiliar feelings.

"I just hope your children don't end up being as chatty as you are." You crossed your arms and made every effort to keep your face expressionless.

"Family planning all of a sudden?" Baekhyun was confused, again.

"You might be a big scary gangster or something, but did someone ever tell you you're just as dumb." You laughed at his bumbling expression.

"Wait!" His mouth was hanging wide, and his eyes were sparkling from the bliss he was experiencing. He simply wanted to be sure, and he wanted to be sure so much.

"Are we.." He stopped. "We're having a baby," As he drew his body nearer, his hands instinctively sought your stomach.

"Well, not just a baby." You raised your eyebrow.

"We're having twins?" He was basically screaming out of sheer joy.

"We are definitely not going to be quiet, right, guys?" He said as he bent down, placing a quick peck on your tummy.

"Don't worry, Mumma, you're gonna love us either way." He winked, standing up again, this time closer to your face, resting his forehead against yours.

Yet another rackety thud was to be heard, business was being taken care of properly. Baekhyun took a quick glance at the side.

"Maybe work can wait for some other day."

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chu-diaries · 7 days

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140 days of productivity: day 34/140

Today I basically jumped from one warm place to another with my tablet to work or study under the blankets not only because it was cold, but also because I had cramps all day. My cats sat on my lap in every room of the house and gave me *that* look when I tried to change position or go out to get more water.

It was a pretty productive day (except for the part where I wanted to kill my accountant because she didn't know how to print a spreadsheet horizontally — seriously, I had a lot of cramps and was out of my mind).

I did more office work today and took some time after lunch to study the types of bori rituals in the Yoruba culture. I also started reading about the Yoruba cosmogony and their vision of how the world was created is so amazingly rich that I can't understand how people judged Yoruba culture (Benin, Togo and Nigeria) as poor and ignorant while at the same time praised Greek culture as having a special mythology and society. Well, actually I can understand. It’s called racism.

🩸: day 1/27 (apparently my cycles are 27 days long now)

💧: 1 L

🏋🏻‍♀️: 🚫

🏃🏻‍♀️: 🚫

🕯️: office work + customer service + social media management (7 h)

🪘: types of bori rituals + Yoruba cosmogony (1 h)

🇰🇷: 🚫

📚: I finished reading Life is not Useful by Ailton Krenak and now I need to find another book to read

🎧: woo - baekhyun

📺: 🚫

🛑: 🚫

💊: after three days without taking any vitamins or supplements I finally took them today 👍🏻

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exodusmc · 1 year

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Darling

Genre: Vampire au, smut, 1800s au, moulin rouge inspired

Words: 5313

Paring: Taehyung x Y/n ( female prounouns) X Jungkook

Warning!: hinting at murder, hinting to prostitution, alcohol, oral ( f and m receving), pet names, light dirty talk, penetrating sex without condom, fingering, thigh riding, technically sex in public, biting and blood drinking, more of a dom Tae and sub jk.

a/n: So this idea came from no where and I have based some details on the history of moulin rouge. I was writing smut for Hoongjong from ateez but it didnt really go anywhere so you get this instead. in other news, I'm not really sure what is happening with Baekhyun and exo but i will support them no matter what! ps will post insider soon...

Gif is not mine

The light around then was dim and a reddish tone. Velvet surrounded most walls and furniture, gold and tassels trying to up the class of the place. Taehyung watched with heavy eyes as Jungkook flirted with some daughter of a rich man. Sweet smoke filled the room and Taehyung popped the first couple of his buttons in his white shirt. He sure was scandalous with only a black vest and rolled up sleeves but it was the whole idea of the club. He could smell a faint touch of sex in the air and any more flirting by Jungkook would sure make it more prominent. Taehyung's younger friend had lost his tie a long time ago as well and his collarbones sparkled with glitter.

He stood from his seat and strolled over to the two of them, smirking down to the blushing girl. She was breathless, glossy eyes and under their fingertips. On her chest laid an expensive necklace and he knew they had hit the jackpot.

“Why don't you come with us, pretty dove…” he grabbed her shoulders, whispering deep in her ear.

The hunger in Jungkook’s eyes made him look almost insane but that was what Taehyung liked about him, the switch between pleasure and pain. Besides, he too felt the grip slip with the scent of her sweet sweet blood.

Paris sure was different from London, more cigarettes and pastries, definitely more sun. Jungkook squinted at the gleaming orb, coffee in hand and a frown etched between his dark eyebrows.

“Sometimes I miss the rain….” he grumbled and Taehyung smiled lightly as he flipped the paper, eyes following the headline. The death of the rich Adaline, the vampires have come to Paris! Jungkook groaned as he too read the title. “ I knew we should have left her somewhere else…”

“You don't need to worry…they don't have a clue of who we are…” Taehyung glanced around at all the people around them.” Where we leave the bodies means nothing as long as we hunt carefully..”

“Sure..” Jungkook huffed out angrily.” But pawning their stuff sure as hell becomes harder when everyone is on the lookout.”

Jungkook dropped the necklace Adaline had worn on the table, leaning back on the chair, chest muscles pushing against his brown vest and white button shirt.

“Don't be a brat…We don't need money now so we don't need to pawn it in this second…” Taehyung hissed, placing the paper on the table and putting the jewelry in his pocket.” But maybe don't show off it in the meantime…”

“Whatever…” Jungkook started to drink his coffee again, sip after sip which did nothing but make them look more normal. “Where are we going tonight? I still feel hungry.”

Taehyung tsked at the younger boy and his constant hunger. He couldn't remember it being so bad when two years had passed since he turned.

“I don't know…go look yourself, you’re old enough.” a smile spread over Taehyung’s face at the scowl on Jungkook.

Taehyung wasn't an old vampire himself, only having been immortal for ten years, but he still was Jungkook’s maker and it made him feel better knowing the boy still looked for his guidance.

“I think you can hunt alone now, nothing has gone wrong in a while..” one reason they had moved from London was the growing worry of vampires from the humans and the fact that Jungkooks recklessness caught up to them. He had gone on a spree when he was a mere day and Taehyung was still on that high that had made him turn Jungkook in the first place so he couldn't stop his creation before it was too late. Jungkook had cried so much, still remembering how it was to be human, but it didn't seem to bother him anymore.

“Well, I don't want to leave right when we got here…” Jungkook didn't trust himself, their feedings still almost always ended in Taehyung needing to pull him off whoever he had seduced that night.

“No worries Jungkook…just do what you always do and it will be fine..” Taehyung shrugged his shoulders, black hair falling in locks over his forehead while his smile sent chills down Jungkook’s spine.

You were putting the last touches on your costume, fingers playing with the red lipstick and feathers on your head, even patting on your hair. This wasn't your first performance but it was the first time your outfit was like it was. The skirt was red with black details and in the same length it had always been, just like the black thigh highs, but the top…It was a net of pearls and red threads which clung to your breasts and back. One wrong move and it would drop.

“I don't know about this…” Juliette, a girl who had been here a little longer than you stopped darkening her eyelashes.

“What?” she wore the same clothing as you but her breast was even bigger. “ It will be fine, besides Charles wants to make it different..”

She stood behind you and started to powder you with the sparkling substance, putting it on your shoulders and collarbones.

“Show time girls!” Lynette’s voice jumped between the mirrors in the dancers lounge and you took one last breath before standing up.

Big lights hung over the middle of the floor and the sides were as full as they usually are, but you couldn't really make out anyone due to the dimer lighting on the sides. The music started and you followed the rhythm with your friends around you, sweat forming as you moved around. Legs lifted and you would never get used to the breeze trailing up your thighs. Turing and doing the splits, up again to lift your leg as high as you could, grateful for the stability of Juliette to your side. Your pulse hammered and you wore that ever lasting smile that was mandatory. The pearls felt like touches over your skin and you missed the more structured top from last week's performance.

The crowd broke out in cheers, the clapping of their hands buzzing in your ears, as your group to the final pose. Your chest heaved up and down, all the smoke making it harder to breathe. Juliette shifted to your side as the lights dimmed over your head. You always felt this rush to get back to the lounge, take off the smeared makeup and needles holding your hair accessories in place.

“Good work.” Good, not great…

Lynette watched everyone of her show girls, a frown on her bright lips. Something had gone wrong or she would have been happier now. Maybe a high class patron had shown displeasure or Charls were on her again about making the number…more.

“Y/n, Chloè, Desiree and Elaine…”lines formed over Lynette’s forehead as she looked through her little black book. You were sure she had her life in that book. “You work the floor..”

Working the floor ment serving drinks to the highest payers and strutting around to make the patrons pay more for special services. Juliette gave you a petty look, her night coming to an end now.

“I’ll see you later then?” she asked lowly as you started to better your makeup, instead of taking it off.

“Yes, good night…”the two of you lived wall to wall where most of the dancers had their homes. Small rooms with small kitchens, small everything really. But it was all you could afford, having escaped the threat of working in the industries.

“Do..do we wear these tops?” Elaine asked ever so carefully, watching Lynette with those wide wide black eyes. She was cute and had this innocence to her but you knew that wasn't the case.

“Yes, now go!” all the girls rushed out and you sighed at the long night this would be.

You spent most time with a man who owned some sort of mine in another country, a man who was very willing to spend money on drinks and food. He tried to get you to eat and drink but that was against the rules, never take from the guests unless it’s in the form of cash. It didn't mean you had sneaked one or two cigarettes and a little wine in your days there.

“Now now mister! Please drink up..”your smile was sickle sweet as you got him to drink more, hoping he would become too inebriated to ask for more. There were rooms all over the club, private rooms. You knew that some girls like that aspect of the job but you wondered if their explanations were the truth.

Most of your customers were in his league of class but on the odd would someone with less money seek you out. Those were usually the fun nights, the nights you could feel like a girl again.

One more hour went by with you on his lap, feeding him and letting him feel the very flesh that built you, until his friends had to help him home. It made you relax, seeing him disappear and the fact that most patrons had their hands on someone already. You had not noticed the shadow in the corner watching you the whole night, not until he slipped behind you.

Chills went down your spine as cold hands fell upon your bare shoulders, a smile so neat it looked fake. He had dark eyes and equally dark hair. A black suit jacket which followed his toned body until his waist, where it opened to rest by his hips, buttons on his shirt unbuttoned.

“Are you finally free now, love?” he was english and gleaming under the lights.”Care to join me this time?”

He slipped down on the velvet chair, where the other man had kept you most of the night. But this man held you gently, circling your waist when had been dragged down over his lap. He didn't really smell like anything and was so cold even if you felt like you were burning.

“Yes of course…”your hand rested on his chest and even the clothes couldn't hide the harness of his muscle. Your smile was back as well but a little more unsure. “ How can I serve you tonight?”

He groaned lowly, pulling you close until he could rest his forehead on your neck. Your pulse started to beat faster as his breath fanned over your skin. You wetted your lips, trying to remember what you were supposed to ask.

“W-would you like a drink?” he tensed at your words. You had unknowingly asked the worst and best question.”Mr…?”

“Jungkook…my name is Jungkook” he sounded breathless and his hold had turned hard against your skin. You could feel the ghost of his lips on your collarbone and it made your blood sing, rushing to the very place he moved.

“O-okay Mr Jungkook…” you leaned from him, watching his hazed eyes.”Can I get you anything to drink?”

“Hmm…”he looked at you through black locks, fingers not pressing into your flesh anymore.” Red wine…”

You were on your feet in seconds. He made you feel weird, all gooey and warm. Juliette was superstitious and she had warned you of vampires ever since London had a break out of blood draining deaths. You didn't believe her or the stories but maybe you were wrong.

Jungkook stared you down when you came back, thighs spread over the seat while he sat comfortably back. You gave him the glass and stood still for a second. Should you run? No, Lynette would skin you alive. The man simply sipped on his drink and watched you with amused eyes.

“Will you sit back down?” he placed the glass on a dark brown table, patting his right thigh.”Love, please don't leave me cool..”

So you sat down over his thigh, facing his front. Jungkook looked up at you with a soft smile, stroking his thumbs over your waist. People did most things just in the open in the club but full on sex was something people were only allowed to do in the private rooms. Still, this felt way more intimate than anything you had ever done before.

“Do I scare you, love?” Jungkooks whole face was a trap of concern, everything but his eyes which shone with something brutal, bone breaking.”I don't want you to be…”

“N-no, you don't scare me Mr Jungkook…” you tried to smile but it was stiff.

Jungkook brought the wine to his lips, drink one gulp before reaching the glass to your lips. You shouldn't drink and you tried to stop yourself from opening your mouth to the pleasant red liquid.

“Such a good girl.” he smiled, making you drink the last sip before dropping the glass right on the floor. You tensed but no one batted an eye your way.

His hands found your waist again and started to roll you over his thigh. Air caught in your throat at the action, fingers gripping his suit. Jungkook kept a steady pace, gaze locked on your reddening face. You wondered if he could feel your growing need against his pants or the shuddering of your body.

“M-mr Jungkook…”you were breathless, shaking slightly when he made it so you landed against his chest. It gave the perfect angle from him to grind your clit on his thigh and have his nose at your neck.

“You smell divine, love..” he groaned close to your ear, moving you in a painfully slow pace.”What’s your name?”

“Y/n…It’s Y/n” you bit your lower lip, trying to stop moans from escaping. Jungkook wasn't in a rush, he took care of you like most men didn't when they were with you.

“Beautiful…just like the rest of you..” he groaned once again near your ear, nipping slightly at the skin.

Reality started to slip from your grasp the more he worked you, kisses trailing down to your neck and hands keeping you moving. You were close to crying over the stimulation. One rule was that the clients couldn't leave marks where they could be seen but you didn't have the heart to stop his bites and kisses, not when he made you feel so good.

Fingers creeped under your skirt until they found your acing pussy. He was gentle as he slipped them inside you but the bite on your shoulder wasn't. You came, sitting back a little on his fingers. Jungkook captured your lips and kissed you until you came down from your high, feeling all empty when he left your insides. You were panting and his eyes were cold. Reality came back as you realised that you were still in the main room.

Jungkook pulled you back for a harder kiss, so fast you crashed against his chest. It was hungry and teethy, breathtaking.

“I’ll come back for you, love…”he groaned against your lips, let you sit down and feel how hard he was. “I’ll come and take you home…”

The haze you sat in made you not care for his words, more than that he would come back.

Jungkook rose from his seat and placed you on it instead, kissing you once more. He held your gaze for a while, fighting with himself for leaving you here but he couldn't stay, not if he didn't want to ruin it all.

“I’ll come back….”

Taehyung woke to the sun filtering through white curtains, the bed wide and empty. Jungkook didn't come home last night apparently but he couldn't hear screams so it most likely went well. However, the calmness was broken when the front door flew up and the aforementioned man came in with distraught hair and bloodshot eyes.

Taehyung sat with the white bedding over his lap, hair hanging loosely over his forehead and with the sun worshiping his body. He didn't move a muscle when Jungkook threw the door to their apartment shut.

“Good morning to you too…” he rose from the bed and put on a blue silk robe while his creation started rummaging through their emergency blood. Jungkook drank at least one liter in such a hurry some dropped down the corners of his mouth. Taehyung cleaned him with his thumb before putting the digit in his own mouth.” So tell me, what have you done?”

Jungkook looked at him with wide brown eyes, seemingly coming back to earth.

“I-I…I found a girl…” Jungkook started and Taehyung couldn't understand why it was such a problem.” She danced at this really popular club and I spent some time with her…”

“Okay and?” Taehyung went to the fancy green chairs which stood by the tall window. Life bustled down on the street under them, the people not disturbed by vampires.

“I didn't feed on her…” Taehyung raised an eyebrow, a little surprised and confused why Jungkook was in such a frenzy over that.”She..I don't know how to describe it but she smelled so nice and I felt like I would go insane from just tasting her skin. Can you imagine what her blood would be like?”

Taehyung watched him with dark eyes. Jungkook may be a little crazy for blood but not feeding because the idea of the blood felt too good was even crazier.

“What are you talking about?” the sun lit Taehyung’s eyes to a burning shade, stroking over his tanned skin.

“That’s the thing! I don't really know more than that she was the best scent I have ever encountered. She was even prettier than the other girls before I caught her scent.” Jungkook fell down on the chair before Taehyung, undoing his vest.” I couldn't stay after I made her cum because I didn't want to destroy the place or her…”

Taehyung raised an eyebrow.

“I left and went to the forest to cool down…”a disgusted look creeped over Jungkook’s face. “I even drank from some animal…”

“So…If I understand correctly you found a girl that seemingly has the best blood you have ever smelled and you left her, after making her cum, to eat from an animal?” Jungkook looked sheepishly at Taehyung. “Hmmm, I guess you’ll just have to bring me to her.”

You couldn't stop thinking about Jungkook or the whole situation. He had left so fast, left you with aching thighs. You hadn't told Juliette or anyone anything but you felt insane.

“Come on girls! Faster” Lynette urged everyone to hurry getting ready.

You fixed your rogue one last time and glanced down on your shoulder. Jungkook had bitten you but it didn't look too bad and he hadn't left any other marks which meant you were safe from Lynette.

The music turned up and you performed the same fast dance again with the same wide smile. Turn and lift a leg, lift the leg higher. It was a sweaty routine but the adrenaline made everything feel great.

The crowd roared their approval once again and you slipped away with the rest of the girls, catching your breath. Juliette smiled at you, grabbing your hand with a little laugh.

“Much better this time!” Lynette had something aching to a smile on her face.”Y/n, Chloe, Gabrielle and Gicelle on the floor.”

Again? You would have killed to get home early but the smack of the little black book closing told you that it wouldn't happen. Juliette gave you the same look as last night and you got ready to go out again. However, anticipation followed with this time. Jungkook had told you he would be back, so you swallowed and held your head high.

People laughed and buzzed around you but it didn't take long before your wrist was captured by a cold hand. Jungkook’s hair was wilder this time around as he dragged you to a dark corner where the red velvet curtains fell over a booth, creating an almost private room.

Another man already sat there, sipping on red wine when the two of you walked in. Jungkook didn't waste a second to close the curtains, leaving candles to light the round table. You swallowed hard when the man made eye contact, smirking widely.

“Hello darling…my friend has told me a lot about you.” his voice was raspy and deep, dragging like a cat’s tongue up your spine. Jungkook stood ridgid to your right.”Come sit..”

The mystery man patted to his left and you slipped down, goosebumps raising on our skin as the soft material touched you. Jungkook sat down on your other side and you felt like a trapped animal.

“My name is Taehyung and yours is?” the mystery man asked, taking another sip of his wine.

“Y/n…it’s nice to meet you Mr Taehyung..” you swallowed again, feeling your mouth dry. You should tell them that this service would cost but you couldn't get another word out. They were both really beautiful.

“Only Taehyung…and Jungkook is fine..” he smiled down at you, fingers capturing your chin so he could move your head to the side. “What are you going to offer us?”

Your mind blanked, eyes finding Jungkook’s intense stare. It didn't feel like he was talking about food, drinks or even sex, but you didn't know what else at the same time.

“A-anything you can afford Mr- I mean Taehyung…” he pulled your head so you could look him in the eyes, lowly laughing at your answer.

“Well that is great…Jungkook make our darling ready…”Taehyung let you go with a dismissive voice but you didn't have time to think more about him when Jungkook disappeared down under the table.

You could feel his hands make their way up your legs until they reached your clothed core. He ripped the fabric off you and started assaulting your pussy with his lips, sucking and licking at everything. You barely managed to keep the scream down, leaning into the cushions behind your back. Taehyung made you lean against him instead, watching you with an amused shine in his honey eyes. He put an arm around you while he poured more wine in his glass. Jungkook worked you closer and closer under the table, forcing your quivering thighs to stay spread.

“He´s good with his mouth isn't he?” Taehyung smirked at your hazy eyes, drank some wine before he put his lips on yours, parting them so the red liquid could slip down your throat. You clenched your skirt, swallowing every drop until Taehyung left your lips. You came panting, back arching into Taehyung's side.”Shh shh, let it go darling…”

He whispered in your hair, taking deep breaths of you and your rushing blood. Taehyung drank more wine, looking at you with hooded eyes.

“You should give Jungkook a reward..he has made you cum, twice..” Taehyung nodded down to where the younger one still hid, kissing your groin and stroking your thigh.” Don't you think he deserves it?”

You nodded breathlessly, watching as Taehyung leaned into you with a sinister smile.

“Tell him then, darling. Tell him he can take a sip.” you didn't understand what he meant by that but you whispered that Jungkook could and the man didn't waste a second to bite down on the inside of your thigh.

Jungkook drank greedily from your body and you should scream or run but a rush of adrenaline turned the sligh pain to pleasure. You threw your head back crying out into your hand. It felt like you were getting off again and Taehyung’s lips on your collarbones didn't make things easier.

“Now now…We need to be careful with our darling…” Taehyung pushed Jungkook until he detached from your thigh. “Don't forget to kiss the wound…”

Jungkook came up from under your skirt again, mouth covered in your cum and a small string of blood. His irises shone bright red and his plush lips were pushed down by sharp canines.

“Is our darling slut ready? Hmm?” Taehyung laughed at the sight of his creation but was a little jealous that he got to taste you first deep down.

“Yes and she tastes divine…”Jungkook could suck you dry right then and there but he was happy Taehyung didn't let him.

“In which way?” the man to your side laughed lightly as he spoke, kissing the top of your head.”Are you ready for the main event darling?”

You gasped as he pushed the wine off the table, placing you right on it. Both men stood looming over you, Jungkook by your head and Taehyung between your thighs. He ripped your skirt in half, left your lower half cool to the air. Long, slender fingers slid down fabric as Taehyung undressed from his shirt, leaving you to stare at his skin. He dropped his slacks and underwear, cock hard and eager for your wetness. His hand found your hips and you could feel the tip of his cock as he moved it up and down.

“Do you want me in you, slut?” you quivered, eyes squeezing shut as you nodded.”Say it!”

“Yes! Yes I want you inside me, please~~” Taehyung pushed inside your pussy, taking care to let you adjust but it was hard not moving directly in your heat. He groaned over you and rolled his hips carefully.

Jungkook was painfully hard over your head, muscles on display since he had lost his shirts somewhere along the line. You could see his cock strain against the fabric of his pants.

“Uh Uh…focus on me, slut..” Taehyung left your pussy, just to push completely inside you again.”He has had his fun, it's my turn now.”

He angled his hips in a way which hit a spot which sent stars to your gaze. You moaned loudly, hands coming to grasp his soft hair. Taehyung leaned over you, moved so deep and fast you felt like it was hard to breathe. He kissed between the junction of your neck and shoulder, small small kisses until he bit and pierced your skin. Blood moved from your to him as he fucked you hard on the table. He drank and drank, groaning against your skin.

Jungkook moaned over your head. He couldn't touch you yet but he couldn't stop himself from stroking his cock at the sight of Taehyung fucking you hard, of him drinking your delicate blood.

“Fuck…” Taehyung left your neck and smiled at his creations' breathy whisper.”She looks so good”

Taehyung licked his red stained lips, his irises also red now.

“You were right…” he straightened from your body, groaning as he pushed into you. “She is delicious…our little slut..”

Jungkook gave the older one a hopeful eye and Taehyung felt like being nice today, besides being so hard must hurt. He pushed you closer to the other edge of the table, keeping a steady hold and pace. You could feel him in the deepest parts of yourself.

“Go ahead Jungkook, use her little mouth..” your eyes widened as Jungkook pushed slowly past your lips, shuddering as you desperately tried to swallow around him.

“So good…” Jungkook petted your cheek with affection in his red eyes. “Such a good girl.”

He pushed until you couldn't take more, gurgling around his cock. Taehyung had been still until he thought you were okay, then he moved with an eagerness that hadn't been there before. He lifted one of your legs so it could rest on his shoulder and it pushed you deeper on Jungkook’s cock. The boy threw his head back but all you saw was hard abs. Teras and spit ran all over your face, your body in their complete control. You felt a sharp pain shoot from just above your knee when Taehyung bit you again, sucking the warm blood from your veins. Jungkook leaned over the table, completely filling your throat and mouth, and kissed Taehyung to get a taste of your blood. His fingers threaded through Taehyung’s hair as he moved in and out of your pussy.

“Greedy brat…” Taehyung laughed but ended the sound with a groan as you clamped down on him, struggling to breathe slightly.”You need to let our slut breathe Jungkook…”

He left your mouth with a wet pop, cock dripping in your spit as you caught slightly while air rushed down to your lungs. Taehyung kept moving in and out of you, hand pressing down on your lower stomach. You whined out, eyes managing to catch Jungkook’s before he moved back into your mouth. You were pushed between the two of them, listening to the wet sounds echo in your ears.

Jungkook removed your thread shirt and flicked at your nipples, groaning when you swallowed around his cock. Taehyung loved the sight of your flushed flesh and stuffed pussy, your heat made him almost burst right then and there. Jungkook played some more with your breasts before he leaned down and bit the side of your stomach. They boy couldn't get enough of your blood and he cummed down your throat with one last hard suck from you. The mixture of cumming and tasting your blood made him lightheaded. He tasted saltier than other men but it wasn't unpleasant, not when Taehyung pushed at your spot.

He grabbed your waist and sat down on the cushioned seat. A dazzling smile filled your vision as he met your falling body.

“Such a good slut…You did great…” he stroked over your hair, stroked the inside of your pussy.

You panted over him, head falling back as he sunk his teeth into the top of your left breast. One hand held you up right while the other trailed down to your clit. Taehyung knew he was close so he wanted you to cum for him. It didn't take long for him to get you there, back arching into his mouth while your pussy clenched on him, milking him for all his worth. You almost screamed as you came a second time that night, collapsing into his hard body.

Taehyung laughed a little breathy over your shoulder, maneuvering the two of you until he could slip out of you. He kissed every place someone had bit you so the wounds would close up. He was very gentle, so gentle that you had a hard time keeping your eyes open or maybe it was the blood loss.

“It’s okay darling, rest…” he whispered into your ear, getting Jungkook to drape his coat over your cooling body.

Most of your clothes had been destroyed so the two of them would have to go shopping for you and you would need food, preferably something high on iron. Taehyung smiled down at your sleeping form, cleaning your face a little from smeared makeup and saliva.

“Come on Jungkook, we need to get her back…”

You sat up fast, eyes scanning a light blue walled big room. You were aching and only covered by a white silk cover. The sun shone into the room through thin curtains, moving slightly with a soft breeze from the opened window. Memories of last night, or at least you thought it was from last night, flickered in your mind. The crushing feeling of cumming and sharp teeth. You looked at your thigh and could see two faint marks on it but if you didn't know to look there, they would be almost undetectable.

The door was suddenly pushed opened and in came the two men in your memories. Jungkook smiled wide and Taehyung came to kiss the top of your head.

“Morning darling, slept well?” he let go of his bags, fabrics poking out of them.

Jungkook dropped his outerwear and vest, crawling up the bed until he could pull you close to him, face resting in the crook of your neck. Taehyung did the same and took your other side, stroking his fingers over your covered stomach. Red eyes flashed in your mind and you realised Juliette had been right.

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astroyongie · 5 months

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Hii Yongie, can you do the romantic trope for EXO as well? Please 🥺

EXO Romantic Tropes

Junmyeon: Soulmates

Yixing: Rags to Riches

Minseok: Love Triangle

Baekhyun: Rescue Romance

Chanyeol: Forbidden Love

Jongdae: Mismatched Couple

Kyungsoo: Long Distance Romance

Jongin: Amnesia

Sehun: Love at First Sight

#EXO #EXO astrology #EXO headcanons #EXO imagines #EXO scenarios #EXO reactions

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bobohu4eva · 1 year

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Good to You - Part 1

Characters: Idol Baekhyun x Reader

Genre: Maid AU, fluff, smut

Warnings for this chapter: alcohol consumption

WC: 3.2k

A/N: Hiiiii! This is something I've been working on for a while and now that its finally close to completion I decided to start uploading! Let me know what you think, and if you'd like to be tagged in future chapters, which will be up in the next few weeks!

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“Byun Baekhyun…” You read the name on the paper, and then you read it again to make sure you’d seen correctly.

The paper you held was from the company you worked for, a company that specialized in cooking and cleaning services, usually for rich families. A few times you’d been sent to the homes of prominent families whose names you recognized, but when you saw his name, you almost couldn’t believe it.

This was Byun Baekhyun, the idol singer. In all your time working at the company you’d never been sent to the home of a celebrity. And although you wouldn't exactly consider yourself a fan, you knew and enjoyed a lot of his music and were still a bit nervous to meet him.

When the day came for you to go, you made sure you were at your best. You were only going to his lavish apartment for a typical day of work, for all you knew, he might not even be there with how busy his schedule must be. However when you knocked on the door, it was him who opened it and let you into his home.

“Hi, you must be y/n right?” He asked, smiling at you as you walked in, looking around his apartment.

You quickly nodded, “Yes, the company told me that you wanted someone to prepare a few meals and do a deep clean, correct?”

You did your best to act professional but this was your first time meeting someone like him, and he was even more beautiful in person than he was in photos and on TV and it was a bit difficult for you to think straight. You also immediately noticed the state of his apartment. It wasn’t dirty, but it was also very clear that he was someone who didn’t have the time to cook and clean like most people. There were quite a few takeout containers you could see, and it was obvious that it had been a while since someone had properly cleaned up. You had quite a day ahead of you.

“Yes!” He answered. “I’ve been really busy lately, and it’s been hard to find time to get groceries, cook, clean, all that. And I suck at cooking anyways, so I thought it could be good for me to hire someone to help. Just no cucumbers please, I really really hate cucumbers.”

The face he made while he said it pulled a giggle out of you. You weren't sure what you expected going into this, but he seemed like a nice guy.

You hadn’t been told anything about getting groceries, so you gave him a bit of a concerned look, but he seemed to catch on right away.

“Here’s my card, for the groceries.” He said, handing you the black piece of plastic. “I know it isn’t really a part of your job description, but could you do that for me? It’s just that it’s a bit difficult, going out and whatnot…”

You knew what he meant, and you smiled. “Don’t worry about it, it's no big deal. I’ll leave the receipt on the table for you?”

He nodded, “I have to get going, but I’ll be back before your shift is done. Thank you again.”

You had to catch yourself when you realized how hard you were smiling and blushing at his words. He hadn’t even said anything that was worth getting so shy over. He was just so pretty and seemed so nice.

Once he was gone you got to work, starting with all the takeout containers strewn around the apartment. You threw them out, and when you looked into his fridge you understood why he needed someone to get groceries for him. All you saw were more takeout boxes, some soda, and a few condiments.

You went room to room, doing whatever you could to make things nice and clean and tidy for him. He didn’t appear to care much for pricy decor, with most rooms only containing the necessities. The most expensive room in the apartment by far must’ve been the one with his PC setup. He definitely seemed to like his video games. You made sure to put extra effort into organizing the mess of cables and getting rid of all the dust covering his fancy computer.

The more you looked around the more it surprised you how down to earth he seemed. The place was nice, quite big with floor to ceiling windows facing the river, but it didn’t feel nearly as lavish as most of the homes you went to for work. Baekhyun didn’t seem to care for anything showy or opulent. The only thing you found that came close were a few plaques from his record label congratulating his solo success, but even those were humbly sitting on his bedroom floor, leaned against the blank wall. You weren’t sure what you expected from someone like him, but you were definitely surprised to say the least.

When the time came to get groceries, you tried to go for popular and healthy Korean dishes, and things you could make a lot of at once and easily store to be heated up later. You even found yourself googling foods he likes, and threw in a few nice looking cartons of strawberries for good measure.

Back at his apartment you got to work preparing some of the food. You chopped up the strawberries, putting some into a nice bowl on the dining room table, and when you were almost done with what you were cooking you heard the door open as he walked back into his home.

You blushed at how pleased he seemed to be with your work. He smiled as soon as he saw what his apartment looked like, complimenting you almost immediately.

“I really can’t thank you enough, this place hasn’t looked this nice in a while, and the food smells amazing. I don’t know why I didn’t do this earlier.”

You found it difficult to answer him, not wanting to make a fool of yourself in front of someone as gorgeous as him. You simply spoke a few small “thank you”s as you got all his food arranged nicely before bringing it to him.

You were about to leave when he asked you to sit down with him, thanking you again for your work and telling you how wonderful the meal was. You didn’t object, he seemed so sweet that you found yourself excited to stay there with him a little longer, even though it was technically still work. You found it a little disappointing that your time with him was coming to an end anyway, he’d been a joy to work for.

“Could you come and do this more often? I know it's supposed to be a one time thing but it would be so helpful for me to have someone to help with this kind of stuff regularly.”

“Oh, well you could just book weekly services but they would probably send someone else.”

“Could I not request for them to send you or something?”

“I’m not sure, since we don’t really do regular services I don’t know how that would work.”

He pouted a little, “I’ll call tomorrow. In case they can’t help me, can I have your phone number? I’d feel a lot more comfortable making this a regular thing with someone I know I can trust.”

You nodded, and he handed you his phone to put in your number.

It felt weird giving your phone number to someone like him. Of course this arrangement was strictly professional, but the idea of him wanting you back in his home more often was daunting nonetheless. When you first saw his name on that paper you definitely never thought you’d be seeing him more than once.

As soon as you handed the phone back to him he sent you a text. A strawberry emoji. You tried not to blush and smile too hard again.

Before sleeping that night you thought a lot about him, and you wondered where this might take you. If he really did want you in his home regularly, you were going to have to set up some hard emotional walls because you knew that without them, you’d only get yourself hurt in the end. Falling for someone like him was too foolish and too easy.

When you woke up the next morning there was a text from him waiting for you.

“I called the company, but they just recommended a different company that does weekly visits. I know it’s a lot to ask, but if you’d be interested in working for me independently, I’d be sure to make it worth your time.”

You asked him about the details, how much he was willing to pay, how often he wanted you there, and what responsibilities you’d need to fulfill, and in the end you couldn’t say no. Aside from the grocery shopping he didn’t expect any more of you than the company did, and he was willing to pay you quite a bit more, and in cash.

So, you agreed to basically be his new housekeeper, long term. Living in Seoul as a single woman wasn’t always easy, and this new job, despite how intimidating it was, was too good to pass up. You’d get to work less, and finally have some of the extra money you’d been yearning for. Maybe after your first few shifts you’d even be able to take yourself on a little shopping spree. You were thankful that you’d been the one sent to his home the day prior, and you were proud of yourself for doing such a good job that he wanted to keep you around. He was so much nicer than most of the customers the company gave you, too.

Your next few shifts with him went more or less the same as the first had. He just needed you to do the same basic household chores he didn’t have time for, and he usually wasn’t there while you worked anyway. He even gave you a spare key.

When he was there, he was always very sweet to you. He made it clear that he wanted you to feel comfortable there, and he usually did a good job of putting you at ease. He just seemed like the kind of person who always knew what to say to lighten the mood.

It was still hard not to feel shy though. It had been a while since a man as beautiful as him had shown you such kindness, and you had to try your best to keep your emotions at bay. No matter how kind and considerate and handsome he was, he was still your boss.

This made it all the more difficult when at the end of your fourth day, he insisted that you sit down and have dinner with him.

“Do you have any plans for your days off?” He asked, pouring you a glass of wine.

You hadn’t had any alcohol in months but you didn’t want to tell him no.

“Well… I might do some shopping, it’s been a while since I’ve had any extra money to spend.” You responded, voice quiet and shaky.

Why did it have to feel so impossible to talk to him? It had been so long since you’d sat at dinner with a man, and now with Baekhyun sitting across from you, you were starting to feel overwhelmed. He was so handsome and sweet, it almost felt unfair to have to be around him so much without getting to touch. You took a big drink of your wine.

Baekhyun smiled at your words, watching as he swirled the wine in his glass.

“You know the reason I decided to hire you privately right? Having random strangers coming to my home all the time means more people who could sell my address, or other personal information. I was honestly nervous enough when you came the first time. But I’m really glad that it worked out so well with you. You’re an enormous help, really.”

He’d started talking with his eyes still fixed on the wine in his glass, but as he spoke they shifted to you.

You stayed quiet for an embarrassing amount of time, not quite sure what to say back. You also couldn’t help but notice the slight stain the wine had left on his lips. They were perfectly pink, and so pretty. They looked so soft, too. You found yourself wondering what it would be like to kiss him. With those lips, he must be an excellent kisser.

“Y/n?”

“Sorry!” You tried to snap yourself out of it, realizing just how obvious it was that you were staring. He let out a soft chuckle. He must be used to this, seeing women get all flustered around him. “I’m just really tired…” you lied, still trying to play off your moment of weakness.

He gave you a concerned look. “Sorry if I’m keeping you late, you can head home if you’d like, I just thought it would be nice for you to be able to eat some of the food you’re always preparing here.”

“No it’s okay!” You quickly blurted out, immediately regretting how desperate you sounded. “I mean, it’s fine, really. This is nicer than my place anyway, and you’re right about the food.”

You focused your attention back on the bowl of stir fried pork in front of you, fearing that you’d lose your last string of sanity if you started staring at his stupidly perfect face again. You didn’t need that kind of embarrassment.

“You don’t have to be shy.” He said, and you immediately went red. Of course you were shy, when he looked and acted the way he did. “I’d like it if we could get to know each other better, if that would make things easier for you.”

You couldn’t help but smile down at your food as his words reached you. You’d like to get to know him better too, but was that really a good idea?

“I don’t know…”

“I promise I don’t bite.” He said softly, dipping his head down to once again catch your eyes. “I just want you to feel comfortable here.”

Baekhyun already found you quite endearing. He realized that it was probably just who he was that made you shy, but he still hated for you to seem so uncomfortable in his home when he was around. He figured if this was going to be a long term thing, it would be best to get comfortable with one another. Baekhyun was the kind of person who hates awkwardness, and he definitely didn’t want that in his home. And you were sweet, so he made you a proposition.

“How about we have meals together more often? It gets a bit lonely here anyway, if I’m home while you’re still here we could sit and eat together, so you get some time to sit down and relax too.”

You wished you could hide the redness of your face as you felt how your cheeks burned in response to him. He was making this very difficult for you.

“Okay.” You said quietly, and your eyes shot to your wine glass when you saw Baekhyun start to refill it. “Oh- Um, I don’t want to be rude, but I hardly drink, and I’ve already had a glass and still need to get home.”

Baekhyun immediately stopped, “Sorry, you don’t have to drink it. I could order you a car to get home though, or I could drive you, I’ve only had half a glass. I just thought it might help you relax, I don’t want you to be uncomfortable here all the time, just because you work for me doesn’t mean we can’t talk or be friendly, right?”

“I guess that’s true…”

“So is there anything you’d like to know about me? Anything at all?”

He was leaning towards you now, looking at you expectantly and you once again thought that your brain might shut down. To avoid another terribly awkward silence, you blurted out the first thing that came to mind. He did say that you could ask anything, after all.

“So being an idol, that’s a lot of work right? Do you like it?”

He let out a light chuckle, and you realized what lengths you would go to if it meant you got to see him smiling like that again.

“Yeah, it can be a lot, back to back schedules get really exhausting, not to mention touring and all that, but I also can’t imagine anything more rewarding.”

You finally let your eyes meet his and he gave you a small smile before continuing.

“I could get into that but I’d probably just sound like a self absorbed asshole so I’ll spare you, but you know how fans of idol groups are. I probably don’t deserve even half of all that love and devotion but it’s still nice to see, you know?”

From the time you’d spent with him so far, you could actually understand very well why so many people loved him so much. He seemed like a genuinely sweet guy, not to mention his undeniable gifts when it came to singing and dancing.

“I think you deserve it.”

Baekhyun cracked a small smile and he watched the wine swirl in his glass once again. “Yeah?”

“I mean why not? You’re great at singing, dancing, all that, and from what I can tell you’re a good guy outside of all that too.”

He was still smiling down into his glass of wine, but this time you swore you saw his cheeks turn a lovely shade of pink. He let out a breath in amusement at your words, and you realized that he wasn’t looking up, trying to catch your eyes like he usually would. Somehow, he seemed to be the shy one now. It didn��t make sense to you how someone like him could become so shy at such a compliment, and from little old you, but it had a flood of emotions running through you regardless. You couldn’t remember the last time you’d felt this way, like a silly teenager. Madly infatuated with the cutest boy in school. Only this wasn’t just some boy, this was a man so beautiful, so lovely, so perfect, that of course he had to be completely unattainable. Yet here you were, as he bashfully gazed down into his glass, pink cheeked at your kind words.

You saw his head tip down a bit further, and his eyes briefly screwed shut as well. He smiled for a brief second, more to himself than to you, but you noticed nevertheless.

“I really appreciate that, especially coming from you.” He said, once his eyes met yours again.

You felt your heart rate pick up a little. Even something as simple as that, was enough to make you feel that lovely giddy feeling in your chest.

You were so fucked

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Previous parts: Part One

"Hey where's Y/n?" Chen asked one day on the way to rehearsal "we haven't seen her in ages". Baekhyun stiffened and wondered how to respond. "Yeah why hasn't she been over?" Sehun asked. Baekhyun took a breath and shrugged "you all have phones, you can Invite her" he replied making the boys all pause. "Well yeah but you're closest to her which is why we were asking" Chen said. "We're not that close!" Baekhyun said "I haven't even seen her all month so we can't be that close". "Okay okay you're not close!" Chen relented sensing this was a sensitive subject and Baekhyun sighed, upset he'd snapped. "Sorry I just...don't think we're friends anymore" Baekhyun admitted. "Oh...I'm sorry" Chen said and Suho frowned "do you want to talk about it?". Baekhyun told them what happened from you seeing him and Seoyun to you getting back with Jin. "So are you and Seoyun back together?" Lay asked. Baekhyun shook his head "she's messaged me a few times but I haven't texted her back". "So you wanted to sleep with Seoyun because you didn't want Y/n thinking you two were a couple?" Kai asked and Baekhyun nodded. "But you're upset she's back with Jin?" Chanyeol asked and Baekhyun sighed "I know it makes me such hypocrite". "Yeah a little" D.O. nodded "but what stopped you sleeping with Seoyun. Was it just guilt or something else?". "Something else?" Baekhyun asked "if you're implying I'm secretly in love with Y/n you can stop right there".

He hadn't quite worked out what his feelings for you were but he couldn't be in love with you. If he'd had the perfect girl this entire time and had ruined it all...well it wouldn't bear thinking about but the guys wouldn't let it drop.

"But why would you feel guilty otherwise?" Suho asked "did you feel you'd led Y/n on or something? That she didn't know the arrangement". "No she knew" Baekhyun admitted "I guess I just felt guilty because I felt she had feelings for me and I'd hurt her". "Yeah but you and Seoyun were before you and Y/n" Kai said "I'm just surprised that your guilt would make you incapable of being with her". Sehun nodded "plus you said it was 2 weeks ago when you saw Y/n with Jin, why didn't you contact Seoyun when you saw Y/n had moved on". Baekhun paused as that thought honestly hadn't occurred to him. "I don't know I guess it was just kind of tainted after seeing Y/n". "So you no longer wanted to sleep with Seoyun once you saw Y/n?" Chen asked leaning forwards and Baekhyun nodded "yes!".

He saw the look on his members' faces and frowned "but why are you all looking at me like that?". "Nothing just...I don't think you feel bad for Y/n or if you do you shouldn't anymore. She's back with Jin and he's...a very good idol to date" Xuimin said. "What because he's rich? I have money too!" Baekhyun said. D.O. nodded "yeah but he has more and he's also more famous". Chanyeol nodded "and he's a really nice guy and good-looking". Baekhyun pouted "I guess he's good in some ways but it really depends on what you're into. We're too different to compare". The boys exchanged another look and Baekhyun sighed "what are all these secret looks for?". "We think you're jealous" Suho said and Baekhyun sighed "I'm not I just feel for Y/n". "Why she's got worldwide handsome in her bed" Sehun laughed. "Jin's not everything!" Baekhyun snapped "they haven't even talked in years! She's a different person from who she was back then and he had no idea about any of that! He doesn't know all the things she likes or all her habits. He doesn't know her! Not like I do" Baekhyun finished and D.O. nodded "there it is". "Did I just say like I do?" Baekhyun asked and Chen nodded "yeah...". Baekhyun sighed and put his head on the table.

After his conversation with the guys Baekhyun realised there might be more to this than he was letting on. Baekhyun hadn't wanted to face the horrible reality but when the guys started hyping Jin up it made Baekhyun irrationally angry and he knew there was more to this. He admitted he had developed feelings for you over the years. You'd spent a lot of time together and were there for him often...but were those feelings romantic? He'd always liked Seoyun but one of the main reasons he'd wanted to sleep with her was to prove to you and maybe even himself that the two of you weren't a thing. Because when he thought about dating you he was scared. The two of you were perfect on paper. Great chemistry, close friends, compatible personalities and very suited physically...if he couldn't make it work with you could he make it work with anyone? Baekhyun didn't want to find out so he pushed you away and sought a distraction but after seeing the hurt on your face he didn't want it. After the weeks of not seeing you he missed you and that had put things into perspective for him.

Meanwhile, you were pretty sure your friendship with Baekhyun was over and part of you thought it could be for the best. You'd never been honest with Baekhyun about what you wanted and your needs were never met. You'd hurt yourself and would've just kept hurting yourself so at least for better or worse that was over now. You'd been seeing friends besides Baekhyun more and surprisingly Jin was your main one. At first, the girls were worried this was a rebound but quickly realised it was just friendship and were pleased. Jin was a good influence and you eventually confessed everything to him.

Jin listened to your story with a sympathetic expression and rushed to validate all your feelings. He assured you things would get better and helped you realise you weren't pathetic or weak for liking Baekhyun. It also helped that he knew you well and from a romantic perspective. So you felt a lot better about what had happened and were starting to heal but Baekhyun was not.

Baekhyun could not stop thinking about you but he also couldn't work up the courage because he had no idea what to say. After apologising for everything he'd done, should he then admit his feelings for you and ask you to leave Jin for him? It was just so risky and he couldn't help the feeling he'd missed his chance with you...and he was scared to ask because then he'd know for definite if he had or not. He knew with each day he left it the worse it got but he seemed incapable of doing anything else.

He'd largely been avoiding the outside world and so hadn't been going to any parties or events but he had to go to some for work and that's where he saw Jin. He was quite literally the last person Baekhyun wanted to see but Baekhyun had agreed to talk in their interview and he needed a mic. Jin was waiting for his own mic and the woman disappeared to go find them both one leaving the two boys alone. Things were very awkward and there was a thick tension in the air. It was so uncomfortable Baekhyun figured he should get something out of it and so he asked something he'd been dying to ask.

"How's Y/n?" Baekhyun asked and Jin stiffened "I think you should ask her if you're worried about her" and went to walk away but Baekhyun wasn't having that. "Really? You can't even tell me she's fine?". Jin shrugged "I just think you should ask her if you care". "Of course I care about her!" Baekhyun cried "just because you're back together doesn't erase the fact I've been there since you broke her heart! You don't get to come back and act superior". Jin paused "back together? Y/n and I aren't back together". "But I saw you at our restaurant together" Baekhyun said and Jin paused before figuring out what Baekhyun must've meant. "We were just getting food, we're not together" and Baekhyun froze "you're not?". "No, we've rekindled our friendship but that's all...see someone else broke her heart this time" Jin said and walked away leaving Baekhyun very shocked and then Jin's words hit him. He'd broken your heart.

Baekhyun burst into the dressing room and looked around the room "where's my coat?" he asked "I put it right there". "What?" Sehun asked and Baekhyun sighed "my coat! Where is it?". "Calm down the staff hung it up" Chanyeol said and Baekhyun rushed to the rack and pulled in off its hanger. "Where are you going we're on stage in 30" Suho said. "I have to go find Y/n" Baekhyun said "she's not dating JIn, I got it all wrong but I did hurt her. I hurt her bad and I have to find her" Baekhyun said shaking as he spoke. "Okay calm down" D.O. said "you can't drive anywhere like this". "Well I'll run then!" Baekhyun said "the point is I have to get here and I can't sing a stupid song about love when I hurt the girl who showed me the most love!". "Look I know you're upset but why not just do the performance and then go?" Xiumin asked. Suho saw the look on Baekhyun's face though and shook his head "I'll get you out of here but you're not driving, you'll get yourself killed. We'll get you a car". Baekhyun rushed to Suho "thank you hyung!" and Suho nodded "come on".

10 minutes later Baekhyun was in a car on his way to yours. He gave the driver extra money to get there quicker and he got to yours in record time. He hopped out of the car before the taxi had even properly stopped and raced to your front door. He pounded on it and it was quickly opened by Irene. "You" she said and he nodded "I know you all hate me and you're so justified but please let me speak to Y/n for just five minutes". "You can't" Irene said and Baekhyun sighed "look I never meant to hurt her. I never realised I was in love with her but I do now and I need to make it right so please Irene let me in!" he cried. "No you don't get it" Irene started but Baekhyun cut her off "no you don't get it..." when she stuck her hand over his mouth "Y/n isn't here!" she yelled. "What?" Baekhyun asked, his voice muffled by her hand. Irene removed it and sighed "she's at a bar downtown with some friends". "Which bar?" Baekhyun asked "the Yellow Deer" Irene said and Baekhyun was off. He managed to stop the taxi just as it was heading back by jumping onto it and waved to Irene thanking her. "New plan, head downtown!" he called to the driver and threw him another wad of money "in case I damaged your car...sorry".

15 minutes later Baekhyun was running down the pavement looking for the bar he knew he was around here somewhere. He'd nearly fallen over 5 times since getting out of the taxi and knew he should slow down but he couldn't, not when he was so close. Finally he saw the logo of yellow antlers and smiled before he saw you coming outside and heading to a taxi. "Y/n no! Wait" he yelled and ran full pelt at the taxi, stopping the door from closing with his arm which hurt. He was trying very hard not to swear when you saw him "Baekhyun". "Y/n...I need to talk to you" he said and you looked a him "but I...how did you know I was here". "I went to your house and Irene told me and then I came here but saw you leaving so I ran and broke my arm" he said "but none of that matter because I have to talk to you" he told you. "Are you drunk?" you asked and he shook his head "no I just can't lose you or hurt you anymore!" he cried and your friends looked at you unsure what to make of this newcomer. "Y/n do you want us to drive?" one of them asked and Baekhyun held his breath. You looked at all your friends and then shook your head "it's okay" and you got out of the car.

Baekhyun cheered and helped you out "Yn thank you so much, you honestly have no idea..." when you stopped him. "Baekhyun what is it you need to say?" and he nodded "right of course well..." and then realised he had not prepared what he was going to say to you. All he knew was when Jin revealed everything he knew he had to come to you but now he was here how did he explain it all. "I erm...Y/n I'm so sorry" he burst figuring that was a good place to start "I've messed everything up between us and it's all my fault". You blinked "I...what do you mean". "I don't even know where to begin" Baekhyun said "for years I never defined what we were, I went off to the military without giving you an idea about what we were and then with Seoyun...I'm so sorry Y/n I never wanted you to find out like that". You shrugged looking down "it's okay, I know she'll always be the love of my life". "No!" Baekhyun said "I mean maybe she was one day but she isn't any more. After you came I couldn't carry on with her and we didn't sleep together". "You didn't?" you asked and Baekhyun shook his head "I couldn't because of you...but I didn't get what that meant. What all the feelings I had were or why I felt so guilty...all I knew was I felt sick every time I thought of discussing it with you and so I avoided the situation. Then things grew, I saw you at a restaurant with Jin, the guys kept asking where you were and still I had no idea why I was so torn up. I know you're my best friend and I'd hurt you but it was more than that. Then I saw Jin today and he told me you weren't together and that I broke your heart and it...broke mine" Baekhyun admitted "because I'm in love with you Y/n and I'd fought it for so long because of how much of an idiot I was! I had the perfect girl loving me for years and did nothing but push you away. I didn't want to admit how close I'd come to perfection but that's not even the worst part...I was with you years ago when Jin broke your heart and I swore I would never let another guy hurt you but I did the same thing just much worse and I will never be able to forgive myself Y/n but I promise from the bottom of my heart I am so so sooo sorry" he said and then he took a deep breath.

You stared at him because that was a lot of information to take in at once but one thing was standing out. "You're in love with me?" you asked unsure and Baekhyun nodded. "I am" he nodded "I think I'd always known deep down but I never admitted it because I was scared. You're my best friend Y/n and I figured if I can't make it work with you than there's something really wrong with me...but that's still no excuse for what I did and if you give me a chance I swear I will make it up to you". You blinked "but what are you proposing we do, go back to how things were?". "No" Baekhyun said "I mean unless you want to but the idea of you with another guy drives me crazy and I'd want to be all yours...if you'd have me". "But what about Seoyun?" you asked "why did you even go for her, you'd always said you'd never go back there". Baekhyun nodded "honestly I was confused and vulnerable. I knew I had feelings for you but didn't want to acknowledge them and I saw Seoyun and thought maybe if I slept with her it'd...I don't know, erase everything I felt for you and put you off me but I couldn't go through with it". "So you did it to hurt me?" you asked in a pained tone that made Baekhyun so angry at himself.

He took a breath and looked down "I didn't want to hurt you but I did...I hurt you with my actions and there's no explaining that". "So what's to stop you doing that again?" you asked "what if you feel vulnerable or sad again and need some way to throw off that steam. Will you hurt me again?". Baekhyun shook his head coming closer "I can't promise I will never ever hurt you again but I can promise you that after seeing you sad and hurt because of me I never want to do that again and will do everything in my power to stop that from happening. I know it's hard for you to trust me and it will take time but I'm happy to wait as long as you need to see I'm telling the truth". "But why do you want to be with me?" you asked "you haven't given a single reason, how do you know this isn't just you feeling guilty?". "Because it's not!" he said "Y/n I can name an infinite number of reasons as to why I want to be with you. You've always been there for me and have cared for me more than family. I know I can always turn to you and out of all my friends, you were there waiting for me after my military enlistment, you wrote to me and replied to my letters, you got me through it but that's enough about what you've done for me, it's also about how you make me feel. I feel like I can be myself around you, you're one of the few people I can say that about and even when I'm at my lowest you make me feel normal. You make the world feel brighter and I feel like everything will be okay with you around. You're the funniest, kindest person I've ever met and I've always been attracted to you. That's why I suggested we sleep together that night...because I'd always wanted to and every night with you was so good" he sighed "Y/n you're the perfect girl. You're smart, caring, gorgeous, strong and know me better than anyone else but I love you because you're you" Baekhyun told you.

Baekhyun realised he was stood pretty close to you but didn't want to back away. He wanted you to see right into his eyes and see he meant every word. "If there's anything I can say or do to convince you..." he trailed off and you looked at him. You gently raised a hand to his cheek and focused on his face. Baekhyun stared back at you hoping you could see everything in him. "Y/n..." he started but you shushed him. You were quiet for a few seconds before you looked at him "I believe you". Baekhyun was so shocked that he thought he misheard you. "What?" he asked. "I said I believe you" you said again "and I'll take you if you're still offering". "Yes yes a thousand times yes!" Baekhyun cried kissing you.

When you pulled away Baekhyun realised you were crying and frowned. He quickly wiped away your tears and held your face in his hands "Y/n...what's wrong?". "Nothing just...you've never kissed me like that and that's how I know you mean it". Baekhyun shook his head "well I'm going to carry on kissing you like this forever".

Baekhyun lived up to his promise.

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