Let Me Be the Stranger You Know || Part I
Genre(s): Fantasy, Slowburn
Pairing: Baekhyun x Reader
Word Count: 4.1k
A/N: For @nfly5 as part of my Secret Santa gift for the @exolssecretsanta 2021 event. Surprise! 🎅 You mentioned you were interested in astrology and mythology, and I took that and ran with it. While it’s not yet complete, I hope you still enjoy this labor of love; I tried to give Baek some of that mysterious/sexy energy from Obsession and Bambi, too. You seem an absolutely talented sweetheart and I wish you the merriest of holidays and a happy and healthy new year!
You lived in a place where only dreams grew, unseen by stars. Mum couldn't tell you which constellation you were born under, hidden as you were under forest canopy and rain. “It doesn't matter, my little dream come true,” she would whisper into your hair, “so long as I have you.”
But when the Raze came, she saw you off with a look of anguished resolution.
“This day had to come,” she had whispered fiercely to you when you clung to her, sobbing, begging her to keep you. “The stars were always meant to find you, my little dream. But when you sleep, I will be there. I will always be right there.” And she pushed you away.
You emerged from your tent and stretched, shaking thoughts of the night away. It had been many years since Raze Yixing had pulled you from that place and into Null House, but you could summon the memories like they were just yesterday. You remembered the first time you saw the ocean and sailed upon it. The wind that rode the waves had smelled cool and briny. Birds had flown over from the end of the earth full of stories in foreign languages. It was your first taste of a new world, and you had craved more ever since.
In quick fashion, you took care of your morning business, packed your saddlebags, dissembled your tent, and threw it in the storage wagon.
You were just elbowing Anskjo to keep him from bloating before you'd properly tightened the girth when Minseok sidled up to you.
“Chop, chop. You're holding the whole company back. We'll never reach the capital at this pace.”
You shot him a sour look after pointedly staring around at all of the pitched tents. “Oh, go make yourself useful and kick down a tent or something.”
Minseok threw his head back and cackled. “You're really not a morning person, are you?”
“I hate you sometimes,” you muttered.
“That's good, because I hate you all the time,” he cheeked right back.
But he waited patiently, if not more a little more chatty than you would've preferred at this hour, as you finished tightening the girth and began loading up your greatcoat, saddlebags, and other gear.
According to Minseok, you should be reaching Domynead's capital, Laughei, shortly after the twelfth toll. Palpable excitement crept through the soldiers. The palace had felt it prudent to recall some of the Second Regiment's companies to the capital ahead of peace talks with the envoy en route from the Sevlinian Khaganate. For many soldiers, it would be their first time in Laughei, and they regarded the opportunity with delight rather than the wariness one might expect from a potential clash with a rival country.
You mounted up with a vague anticipation swirling about you, wondering what new stories you would unearth.
The stars governed nearly every facet of life, including which House one belonged to. For the few who didn't know which constellation had blessed their birth, Null House was a refuge.
As the only House unaffiliated with a particular constellation, Null House presided over diplomatic affairs for all the other thirteen Houses. But more than anything else, the auspice of Null House was the discovery and archiving of knowledge.
Raze Yixing taught you everything you needed to know to become a proper Raze in your own right, which... wasn't much, to be fair. Namely to “look for the unknown and the unquestioned.”
It was a simple test. He had taken you into an empty room, sat on the floor, and closed his eyes.
You had stood there blinking before following suit. For an hour. In silence.
Until you finally asked, “So... what are we doing?”
Yixing had cracked open an eye.
“Sitting.”
He closed his eyes again.
“...and what am I doing here?”
At that, Yixing had smiled. “Becoming a Raze, I think.”
You felt your eyebrows draw together in confusion. “That's it?”
He had stood, walking to where you were still seated and placing a hand on your head. He was older than you by about a decade at your best guess. He kept his long hair tied in a ponytail, wore gold-rimmed glasses, and was kinder than almost anyone else you had ever met.
“Never follow anyone blindly, little one. That is the most important lesson I can teach you. You questioned your teacher, even though I hadn't invited it.
“It takes bravery to speak first, and humility to admit ignorance. Keep these qualities, and they shall serve you well in life.” He smiled gently. “Very well done.”
Null House shared its vast knowledge bank through information and goods exchanges. External house members would visit to find counsel, or to be escorted to territories hostile to them by a Raze thanks to their diplomatic immunity. But you sought something more valuable than who was having an affair with who, or what petty inter-House drama was brewing, or even why a riot was fomenting in the south.
You wanted the learn truth of the stars themselves, something miraculously no one seemed to know about despite the ubiquity of them in legends. Your desperation grew so great that it came to the attention of the Zenith of Null House, Grandree, who called you to her office.
“You have stumbled upon one of our greatest oversights,” she said. “We know very little about the stars. But there is truth in all stories.” Here, she paused, steepling her fingers and staring at you. “Do you know where the best place to hear them is?”
You shook your head.
Her lips stretched in a long, slow smile.
And so you found yourself embedded in the Second Domynead Regiment for the past three years. You'd sit by the dim edge of campfires and feel the impossible gravity of a good story drawing everyone into its orbit. Afterwards, you'd stumble back into your tent and scribble everything you'd heard in a simple leather-bound book gifted to you by Zenith Grandree right before your departure. Even after three years, though, there wasn't much.
There was Liritz, Eight House constellation. Legend had it that Liritz was a renowned thief who stole the queen's prized magic crystal and swallowed it to keep from being caught. But as the days passed, his skin began to glow. Crystal shards grew from his stomach and spread through his body until he could no longer move at all. When the queen's hound found him, she ordered Liritz publicly shattered and the pieces of him distributed to the crowd, so that they may always have light to guard against those foolish enough to try to do them wrong. Eighth House was dedicated to the mastery of defense and illumination.
There was Illu, Eleventh House constellation, the young girl who fell to her death after trying to pluck all the fruit from Sarym, Fourth House constellation, the first peach tree. Eleventh House focused on child-rearing, whereas Fourth House cultivated the land, encouraging more generous harvests.
But you were most interested in the story of the great bull god, Arturus. Creator of the universe who bestowed the blessing of fertility on First House, whose members were regarded as the god's first descendants. It was the only legend you had heard with no known variance—the world had fallen off the back of the great black bull as he rampaged through the sky, tearing holes in the fabric of the universe with his horns.
Whoops echoed through the ranks as Black Gate came into view. The palace had been built on a promontory and the glass from the dome of Heaven's Eye caught and fractured the light like a beacon to the weary soldiers.
But before relief could properly sink into you, Lieutenant Colonel Peng pulled up alongside you. Minseok cast you a sympathetic glance before urging Jinx, his gelding, away to give the two of you space.
LTC Peng had only begrudgingly admitted you to the regiment on Zenith Grandree's request and had held it against you ever since. No matter the work you'd put into learning swordsmanship, ascending from Deimos to Phobos over in just three years, she only barely tolerated your presence. Your encounters with her rarely brought you good tidings.
“You'll be supplementing the Crown Prince's personal guard effective immediately. You'll stay in the Military Ward. Report by seventh bell in the morrow; someone will take you to an audience. Congratulations, you're someone else's problem now.”
And without even waiting for a response, she spurred her mount forward and left you gaping in her dust.
“What the hell,” Minseok complained. “That's not fair. I want to sleep in the Military Ward.”
“And meet the Crown Prince,” you added, just for good measure. You felt a bit as if your stomach had dropped out of your body. A golden egg had just fallen into your lap, but you couldn't help but think it must be rotten inside.
Minseok shrugged. “Eh, don't care about him. But a bed? A bed sounds amazing.”
You snorted. Trust Minseok to have his priorities straight. You'd miss him something fierce in the palace, but you'd rather take that secret to your grave than give him the satisfaction of lording it over you.
You were introduced to the Crown Prince in the audience the next day. His Royal Highness Minhyuk had a benevolent air and an easy laugh, and insisted everyone call him by his given name, which you all had the good sense to ignore.
Four new guards were being added to his retinue: Phobos Lyckenal, Phobos Arhant, Phobos Choi, and yourself, bringing the total to thirteen.
“The same number of Houses,” Prince Minhyuk noted cheerily after a steward had read out your names and Houses. You couldn't help but notice the surprised looks shot your way when Null House followed your name.
The original members of the guard had attended the audience as well, and the Prince introduced them one by one before moving onto his counsel.
“This is Baekhyun, my Royal Advisor.” He indicated a man who had remained off to the side, observing quietly. Baekhyun tipped his head in silent acknowledgment. His sleepy eyes were framed above a dark veil, and nearly buried in his hair were the rough, sawed-off stubs of ivory horns.
You bit down on your lip. A First House Asturian, then. But what had happened to his horns?
“As the newest members of my guard, we will need to evaluate your skillsets. Royal Advisor Baekhyun will be overseeing your training. I've prepared a few tests for all of you,” he glanced back at the old guard, “and Advisor Baekhyun will be reporting his observations to me daily. I look forward to the results.”
After the audience, you shuffled back out of the chamber with the three other new guards, who immediately ran wild with speculation on the Royal Advisor.
“You see that,” they murmured. “He didn't have any horns.”
“Never seen that before.”
“Bet he's some kind of eunuch,” Lyckenal, by far the most boisterous of the lot, proclaimed with a snicker. “Can you believe it? Asturi castrati. Isn't it shameful? He must've taken advantage of the poor Prince's kindness.” He chuckled as Arhant ribbed him playfully with his elbow.
You felt a headache building. Did these people have no wits? The Asturian didn't just become a Royal Advisor by sitting on his thumbs all day. You, at least, didn't want to make an enemy of the man, nor the Prince who had appointed him.
“You sure you have something between your legs, 'Nallie?” you interrupted. “Because I've heard stories...”
The other men laughed while Lyckenal spluttered and turned bright red.
You exhaled a quiet breath, unaware of the eyes on you.
It should have been no great wonder, then, that the two outliers of the Crown Prince's entourage would find themselves drifting into each other's orbit. You hadn't exactly endeared yourself to the others on your first day, and as for him, well, the Crown Prince's personal guard were more than a little nervous about being in the presence of His Highness's Royal Advisor.
You were watching the last of the guard racing up the slope to the practice yard. Prince Minhyuk had commanded that his personal guard be able to complete two hundred squats and two orbits of the yard before the ninth toll or be reassigned. After two months of rigorous training, there were still at least two members were in serious jeopardy of not making it.
“The Crown Prince is kind of an asshole, huh,” you said quietly, pressed up against Baekhyun's shoulder. You felt his gaze drift to yours, his eyes wide over the veil he often wore.
He tilted his head closer to yours.
“Careful,” he whispered. You saw the trace of his smile through the translucent material. “Someone might interpret that as treasonous.”
You fluttered your eyelashes at him. “You wouldn't.”
He laughed, a sound so quiet and precious. “I wouldn't,” he admitted easily.
The words struck you like a premonition and sent a shiver down your spine. And as if he could feel it, he met your gaze, eyes warm and open.
You jolted and instinctively averted your gaze, feeling your ears go hot when you heard him chuckle. He had turned that back around on you too easily, you thought, scowling.
Baekhyun was beautiful in a way that nearly defied description. Silver hair, blue eyes turned sharp with kohl, and a manner that seemed to ingratiate him wherever he went.
He had a natural charm that belied his success as Royal Advisor. You'd seen him turn an ambassador to mush with a fleeting touch and a smile. You'd heard the rumors of Asturi during your time in the regiment.
The Asturi train in the arts of seduction.
I heard they hold massive orgies in First House during lunar eclipses.
My sister has a friend who knows someone in First House and she said they all have make at least one hundred people fall in love with them to ascend above the rank of novice.
But you knew better than to blindly believe in rumors.
Yet, your first impressions of each other weren't very good.
It was clear he hadn't known what to make of you when you sat down next to him at the first training session. He gave you a cool, assessing look before turning away as if to dismiss you. It had immediately irked you. You had wanted to grab his chin and force him to acknowledge you like some recalcitrant child. Luckily, you were a little more civilized than that.
“Don't you have better things to do than watch us spar?”
He was quiet for so long that you had huffed and leaned back on your hands, trying to find a different angle of approach.
“His Royal Highness commanded it.”
“So you're the Royal Highness's dog,” you responded flatly. Shouldn't a Royal Advisor have a little more self-worth that that?
Evidently, that had been the wrong thing to say.
Baekhyun stood quick as lightning, eyes flashing.
“Do not presume to call me a dog when you're the one who's starlost,” he said while grounding his foot down on yours.
You had bit off an oath and glared angrily at him as he stomped off.
For days afterwards, you had nursed your foul temper and your foot. How dare he call you starlost! Being a member of Null House was more noble than that schoolyard slur.
It seemed neither of you were in mood to forgive and forget. As soon as either of you were in vicinity, you were butting heads. Things got so bad, your ranking among the cohort dropped to the point you were in danger of being removed from duty.
“Give it a rest,” Phobos Choi had cried out one day back in the Military Ward barracks. “You bruised the man's pride. Publicly. He's an Asturian, for Arturus's sake. Either suck it up or get the hell out.”
You had slunk back to your room, properly chastised by the quietest member of the group. You supposed he had a point. Asturi were known for their pride, and you certainly hadn't been gentle with it...
“What is this.”
You had to bite your tongue. Do not say, 'well, what does it look like, dumbass'. You're here to apologize, you reminded yourself. He is not Minseok.
“It's a pomegranate.”
Baekhyun held it in the palm of his hand, eyes flicking dubiously back and forth between it and you.
You rolled your eyes, grabbed it, and cut it open. “Here.” You popped a seed into your mouth and made a show of swallowing. “See? Harmless.”
If anything, he looked more confused. “And why have you decided to give me a pomegranate of all things?” he had asked slowly.
“Because I'm apologizing, dum--”
You barely managed to cut yourself off.
“I'm apologizing,” you repeated, more gently. “From what little I know about First House, pomegranates are a revered fruit, right? I thought you might like it.”
“I see...”
You watched, a little perplexed, as his face brightened into something almost like mirth.
He took a pomegranate seed and slid it between his lips, grinning.
“I see.”
And so, that first seed cemented the beginning of your friendship.
You hadn't spoken to Baekhyun in over a week. The pending arrival of the Sevlinian delegation had doubled his workload, and the Prince had mercifully pulled him off supervision duty. You caught fleeting glimpses of him as he swept in and out of the Crown Prince's office during your watch, but nothing more than that.
You would see him tonight, though. The delegation had arrived earlier that morning, in time for the lunar eclipse. A great feast was to be held to honor both occasions.
A room close to the Prince's quarters had been set up for you for the duration of the Sevlinian's stay. It was there you returned to prepare for the feast only to find a lady-in-waiting loitering insider the door.
“I'm here to assist you with your washing and attire.”
You had balked, trying to wave her off, but she was insistent. She had drawn a milk bath for you and was merciless in her scrubbing. When you were finally dressed, you felt about ten pounds lighter and bone tired.
All of the Crown Prince's retinue had been ordered to assemble in his office, from where you would proceed together to make your entrance in the Great Hall. You shifted, tugging on your sleeves self-consciously right before the steward announced it was time to depart and opened the doors.
You settled into your ranks around the Prince with an older guardsman, Phobos Oren, walking to your left, habitually scanning ahead for any threats.
“You look good.”
“Stars, you scared me, Baekhyun.” He had sidled up to your other side without you noticing.
You glanced down at your formal uniform. It was black, with simple, but elegant silver detailing. A light blue half-cloak hung from your left shoulder and concealed the ceremonial sword buckled at your hips.
Glancing back up at Baekhyun, you raised an eyebrow. “I'm wearing the exact same thing as all the other guards,” you whispered.
He grinned and leaned so close to you, you felt his lips brush against the shell of your ear as he whispered, “Yes, but you make it look better.”
He walked by your side the whole way to the entrance hall, looking entirely too pleased with himself for rendering you speechless.
The Great Hall was a marvel. Crystals were suspended from the ceiling in great fountains of light. The glass doors had been opened, and a gentle cross-breeze made the reveler's clothes dance along with them. Jewels glimmered from necks, wrists, and chests in riots of color, and everyone wore their finest. The Sevlinians preferred a longer style of dress than the Domyneads, you noticed, though certainly not more modest. Floor-length trousers and skirts with slits up to the hips showcased long legs and smooth skin.
For most of the night, you were either at the Prince's side or posted by the walls with him squared center in your sight. But finally, your relief shift came up. You scarfed down a few bites of dinner in the kitchen before booking it back up to the main hall, eager to lose yourself in the energy of the crowd and see if you couldn't inspect some of the Sevlinian's up close in person.
You had just re-entered the room when a hand closed around your wrist.
“Someone's in a hurry.”
How you had nearly walked right past Baekhyun, you would never know. He must have changed after the formal dinner, because this was far from the simple black robes of office that he had been wearing before.
Now, he was dressed in a white outer robe that faded to red at the hems. A spray of foliage burst over his left shoulder and down his chest, green and orange, with a singular indigo ronid bloom in the last stages of unfurling. It hung open scandalously at the chest. No inner robe, just pale chest and the golden gleam of a body chain.
“How do I look?” Baekhyun asked, shifting his body so the robe gaped even further open, exactly like he already knew he was being admired. He had foregone the veil this time in favor of a striking line of red drawn from over the bridge of his nose across each cheek.
“Beautiful,” you replied breathlessly without even thinking. Was that even a question? How was he not being smothered in attention? Had he been waiting for you?
Baekhyun's eyes flashed and he pushed away from the wall, gaze intent on you like a predator after its prey.
“You--”
“Sorry, sir, I'll be stealing this one,” Arhant interrupted as he stepped between you. “I'm not gonna spend my relief shift being a wallflower,” he said as pulled you toward the dance floor.
You fell into his chest with relief. He peered down at you in concern.
“Alright there?”
“Can't feel my legs,” you mumbled. You were trembling.
Arhant, good-natured oblivious giant that he was, laughed deeply and clapped your shoulder.
“Don't lock your knees,” he advised. “You could faint like that.”
“Yeah,” you whispered, “I could.”
The reprieve was short-lived. Just when you thought you were about to get away with it, Baekhyun appeared right at the moment in the dance you were supposed to change partners.
He took you effortlessly from Arhant in mid-step, guiding you closer with a hand on your lower back. The places where he touched you felt alight with fire. You were light-headed. He was a much better dancer than Arhant.
“Why didn't you invite me for a dance?” he asked. His eyes were playful.
“I couldn't.”
“And why's that.” His voice lowered, going deeper. Softer.
“You're too much for me,” you whispered, closing your eyes against the tears pricking at them. It felt like the words had been sucked from you. Your chest tightened and you let loose a rattling breath. It was overwhelming. He was overwhelming.
His hand tightened around you, and he pulled you closer so that you cheek rested against his chest.
“Thank you for being honest with me, little night. In exchange, shall I tell you a secret? About the Asturi?”
You nodded, feeling his heartbeat echo yours. He was being so gentle.
“In First House, offering a pomegranate means you wish to spend the night together.”
Baekhyun tilted your cheek up and waited until you opened your eyes. Tenderly, he swept away the tears clinging to your eyelashes before leaning in. His lips brushed against your cheek.
“One day, I'd like to share another pomegranate with you.”
There was no sleep for you that night. You spent it frantically scrawling in your journal, desperate to hold onto the feeling of it all just a little longer. To convey the heat and strength of Baekhyun's body against yours, the nervous, sweaty, itchy feeling in your palms, or your breathlessness; the way your heart beat madly and how he glided over the floor, your movements as light as mist off water in his hands and the world closing in so tight that you had forgotten, for the first time, to question anything, to notice anything but him and how you were the only thing reflected in his eyes.
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A/N 2: If you’ve made it this far, thank so much you for reading. Thanks are also due to @mel-loves-kdramas for putting the event together again this year and managing things so beautifully.
I’ll be working diligently on finishing up the second part. This world is rather expansive, so I may post a glossary and map for quick references.
And shout out once again to @nfly5. I know this fic is not exactly holiday-themed, but I still hope you enjoyed. For all my other readers, I highly encourage you all to go check out their blog; it’s beautiful!
Happy Holidays all and stay safe!
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