#( ❝ ✗┊ when broken boys fall together — 「 baekhyun. 」

[exosallure]

Baby baby

With his eyes still closed shut, you waited. Giving his neck tiny little butterfly kisses, hands softly massaging his sides, waiting for him to arise from his impossibly deep slumber. His eyelids flutter slighty when you kiss his chest, nosing along his tummy and cheeks pressing against his lower abdomen.

He breathes out harshly when your lips ghost along his upper thighs, moving closer to the inside of his soft, sinfully smooth skin. You give an experimental lick on the baby soft skin on the inside of his right thigh and you receive a slight whimper in response. Motivated by his reaction you suck on the tender skin for a second. You are rewarded with a light moan.

He wakes up, tired eyes blinking against the lights of your living room. You giggle slightly at his annoyed little groans.

“Why’d you wake me up....’ he asks with an irritated pout on his face.

“Are you mad at me Baby?”

He couldn’t stay mad when you called him that, it made his heart beat like a drum and his limbs go soft. His fingers would tingle and his whole body would go numb, ready to submit and please under you. He didnt know what it was or why it would happen. He didnt want to feel this way. He was your boyfriend, not some kind of submissive loser.

You saw his eyes shift from annoyed to confused, but you had no idea of the inner battle happening inside of him. You simply saw his cock grow harder inside of his boxers and his cheeks go red, as well as the tips of his ears. His hands began to shake and feel clammy. He wanted to listen, to obey to you so badly, but his pride stopped him from doing anything.

You got a glimpse of his inner turmoil when he whimpered slightly, sounding so broken, so utterly submissive. You could try, you had to try. You had been wanting this for so long, always too afraid to bring it up. But it seems as if Baekhyun had opened a door for you both without meaning to. You decided to try your luck and if it didn’t work out you’d see what happens next.

“Baby, can i try something?”

Baekhyun’s breath hitched, his eyes almost immediately glazing over the moment you called him that word. He seriously started to question what was wrong with him. Why did his body react to this. But mostly, why did he secretly not mind?

He tried to calm down by breathing through his nose but it didnt work. So he just decided to fuck it, and let go for once. He hoped you’d be okay with this side of him. He also hoped he would be okay with this side of him.

“Y-yes” he almost whispered.

You looked quite happy with his answer, so he prepared himself for what was about to come. What you did next was not something he could’ve ever expected though. Normally when you’d kiss his thighs like that, a blowjob would be following quite shortly after. But you seemed to be having different plans this time.

Your fingers had glided across his inner thighs, all the way to be underside of his bottom. His eyes went wide, tears threatening to fall. He didn’t know if it was embarrassment, or neediness, or perhaps a mix of both. He was confused, really really confused. His heartbeat was going crazy, almost pounding out of his chest. He was nervous, but excitement also strangely found its place in the whirlwind of his emotions at the moment.

You kept kissing his thighs to assure him it was okay, but he kept trembling. You were starting to think that this was a bad idea. You were about to move away to stop what you were doing until you heard his quiet protest, his thighs keeping your fingers locked in place. His eyes holding a pleading look, voice trembling when he almost whimpered his words.

“Stay, please s-stay”

And so you did. You stayed in place, waiting for his shaking hands to let go of the sheets, body visibly relaxing against the mattress. With a deep breath your fingers explored his bottom more. Kneading softly, earning you slightly embarrassed but nonetheless beautiful whines. You bite the inner side of his left thigh, leaving a few marks.

His shaky breaths continued throughout the entire thing, but the whimpers that mixed with them told an entirely different story. Once you’ve completely settled between his legs, he almost curled in on himself. You’ve seen him like this countless times, this should be a normal thing by now. But for some reason neither of you could understand, this felt a thousand times more thrilling. It was almost exhilirating. Nerves and lust blending together so well, making a pleasing, almost sickengly sweet feeling flow through your veins.

You squeeze the fat of his voluptuous thighs, making his legs fall open for you, showing you a full view of his gorgeous body. He trembles a little more when your fingertips graze his hard on. He wants you so bad, needs you so, so incredibly bad. He’s willing to risk it all just to get you to touch him more. To hell with his pride, he just needs more. He slides his body forward, closer towards your hands, your fingers, your touch. You smile a little bit, finally noticing his desperate action.

“Don’t be scared okay baby? I’m gonna take care of you so well, make you feel so, so good”

He nods, adam’s apple bopping up and down in anticipation. You kiss his left ass cheek, lips staying put just a little bit longer than usual, but Baekhyun really doesn’t mind. Your fingers trail further down the underside of his balls, to his perineum, stroking tenderly up and down. One hand stays pressed against his perineum, making Baekhyun whine under you.

After a long time of debating, you take the first step. You experimentally kiss the place your fingers just were, his pink entrance slightly twitching from the attention. He gasps quite loudly, the unexpected action literally taking his breath. His reaction definitely satisfied you, so you do it again. This time, using your tongue. You lick a small stripe up his puffy hole, wetting it with your warm tongue. He sighs, relieve finally filling him after waiting for something for so long. You continue, alternately pressing a little bit harder against the muscle, and giving him tiny kisses and even smaller bites and nibbles.

His entire body has a soft red glow and a thin, very warm layer of sweat. He looks breathtaking. You’ve never seen him look like this, so undeniably fucked out, he looks exhausted, but in a beautiful way. He keeps pleading for you, “don’t stop, please please don’t stop”. So you don’t.

His moans continue to get louder and louder, putting any pornstar to absolute shame. You squeeze his thighs as a silent warning before suddenly plunging your tongue into him. He almost screams, sensations he’s never felt before flooding his senses. He’s incredibly sensitive, nipples hard and red from you playing with them. You continue, tongue moving in and out of him in an almost animalistic tempo. He starts rocking back onto your tongue, hips moving faster and faster each time.

You slap his thigh, handprint slightly visible on his pale, now red, skin. He keens, eyes rolling back, pleasure becoming too much. He tries to warn you, tries to tell you how close he is but words don’t seem to exist right now. He can’t even come close to forming a mumble, let alone a coherent sentence. He starts shaking again, but this time it’s different. He’s not nervous, it’s almost painful pleasure taking over. His thighs close in on each other, trapping your head in between. You grin and grab his thighs even tighter, most definitely leaving marks.

His breath starts to get uneven, muscles straining and jaw clenching. His loudest moan yet sounding through your room as he finally comes, hole spasming and twitching, swollen and almost purple cock releasing spurt after spurt of warm, thick cum. You guide him through it, lips never leaving his overstimulated entrance.

Your right hand goes to stroke his tummy, calming him down, new and unfamiliar sensations too much all at once. Your left hand scoops up most of his sticky come.

Your sticky fingers rest on his cheek before pressing against his cherry red lips. He looks at you, about to ask what you were doing, when you spoke up.

“Suck”

He gasps slightly, his eyes starting to get wetter again. His mouth falls open at your command, tongue sliding out, lying on his lower lip. He never told you about his fondness of having things in his mouth, his oral fixation never a topic of conversation. You suddenly shove three digits down his throat, almost making him choke, but making his entire upper body convulse when he closes his lips tightly around your fingers. He immediately starts sucking like his life depends on it, the first throaty groans of the evening hanging in the air. You stay quiet, jaw straining from having to wait, wait and just watch while this pretty, absolutely angelic boy is sucking his own seed off of your fingers.

You start kissing his neck again, biting and leaving marks, licking down his sensitive veins. When you deem your fingers clean enough you squeeze his hand, asking him to let go and open his mouth. His eyes begin to water, head shaking left to right, his need to keep sucking and licking more than obvious. He is desperate to keep you where you are.

“Babyboy, I need you to let go. I promise it will be okay. I’m still here and I’m not going anywhere. Now let go okay Baekhyunnie?”

He whines loudly, a sob wrecking through him. He looks absolutely wrecked. His need and desire to keep your fingers tightly clamped inside his mouth stopping you from proceeding. You realise he needs something else to keep him satisfied, to make him feel safe again.

You remember something you’ve had in your closet for a long time. Never used, bought for a hot and steamy night, to be used on you. But the thought of it never really excited you, Baekhyun neither. But it’s worth a try. You just need to get him to release your fingers for a bit.

You coo at his form, his shaking, trembling and needy form. You try to coax him into letting you go, the other hand that was rubbing at his perineum now squeezing his baby soft cheek. You pry his lips apart, rubbing the roof of his mouth with the tips of your fingers. His jaw unlocks and you use the opportunity to release your fingers from his warm and wet cavern.

He cries out, upset and desperate for you.

“Shh, it’s okay baby. I’m gonna get something to satisfy your need to suck okay? You can keep it in your mouth for as long as you want, that’s right baby”

He nods again, head falling back, resting on his pillow.

After a long minute of searching, trying to ignore Baekhyun’s whines, you find the item you were looking for. You walked back over to your bed, the small white ball gag between your fingers.

When he spots the object, his eyes blow wide. His mouth instantly fills itself with water, he can’t wait to have that in his mouth. He pants, tongue falling out of his mouth.

“Are you excited baby? You’d like this in your mouth?” You ask him with a big, fond smile on your face. He is so cute.

He nods, eyes sparkling.

You calm him down for a bit by threading your fingers through his hair, scratching against his scalp. He keens, soft and satisfied gasps escaping from him. He seems perfectly content like this, still floaty and warm from his first orgasm of the night. You were almost going to stop doing what you were doing and just let him go to sleep, until he whined again, asking for the gag.

You, of course, weren’t going to deny him. A single tear fell down his face, making you coo at him again, he was so desperate, so, so frightened you weren’t going to give him what he craved. You tilted his head and instructed him to open his mouth and unlock his jaw. He did so eagerly. You laid the sillicone ball on his tongue, letting him feel the weight of it on his tongue for a while. Teeth playing with the ball, he giggled. A happy glint in his eyes. Yes, yes yes this was what he wanted. This was heaven. A soft bed, post-orgasm glow still prominent. You caring for him, treating him like a porcelain doll, and his mouth filled.

You clasped the gag shut and asked if it felt good like this. Was it too tight? Was it not tight enough? Did it hurt his jaw? Was he able to breathe? But again, he nodded happily, feeling better than ever. You sighed, feeling so relieved. He was as into this as you were, who would’ve thought.

His grabby hands were also starting to become a problem, and you decided to take care of it. You got one of his black ties, which he never uses, and grabbed his hands. Still feeling floaty and giggly, teeth playing with the ball gag in his mouth, he barely noticed you moving around until he felt his hands being restrained. His eyes went wide, breath halting for a second. He moaned out very loudly when he saw what you had done. His arms were raised above him, wrists tied with one of his neckties. He suddenly felt hot all over again. His half hard cock rising completely at the occasion.

“Hmm~ i see you like that, huh?” You chuckled, eyebrows raised.

He shrugs, shoulders rising and dropping slightly. His cheeks turn a lovely shade of red. How adorable.

“How about.. you watch me get myself ready for you and then i fuck you. Hard”

His moan, though muffled by the ball gag, still loud enough for you to hear. He thrashed around, needing you close again. But you were so far away. The walls were almost closing in on eachother, he felt so alone even though he knew he wasn’t. But you weren’t right there next to him, you weren’t touching him, you weren’t-

“Shh shh baby it’s okay. I told you before, I’m not leaving you, I’m staying right here. I promise. I’m not going anywhere alright?”

He felt like he could breathe again, and all it took was your touch, your voice and your presence. He relaxed again.

The moment you knew he was fine again, you started touching yourself. You both slept naked, so clothes were already off anyways, and you had to admit that you were getting quite desperate yourself. His eyes were almost entirely pupil when the first finger slipped inside you. His and your breathing were getting rougher, both so turned on and needy.

You were three fingers in when you couldn’t take it anymore, core already shaking, you whined when you pulled your fingers out, feeling empty and needing something to fill you again. Your wet fingers glistened in the bedroom lights, and you could see Baekhyun eyeing them greedily. He mumbled something incoherent through the gag in his mouth. Your clean hand unclasped the strap of the white gag. Baekhyun’s jaw unlocked immediately, saliva spilling from his mouth onto his face and chest. The sight of him making you moan.

“I wanna suck your fingers please, please please let me” he cried.

Your fingers glided into his mouth, he immediately clamped his jaw shut, effectively trapping your fingers inside. You laughed, forever amused by his eagerness. He swiped his tongue around your fingers, moaning, loving the taste. When he’s done, you press against his cheek as a signal to release you. This time he listens.

“Good boy”

His eyes twinkle, he’s so happy for making you proud. He blushes again, and you squeeze his apple cheeks.

“You know Baekhyunnie, I think I’m leaving this gag out tonight. I want to hear you scream for me” you whisper in his ear.

He shivers, chills running down his spine. Yes, he would love that. An appreciative moan comes out of his mouth.

“Can you please f-fuck me now?”

You oblige happily. You grab his hard member, giving it a few harsh tugs before slowly sinking down on it. Your walls try to accommodate his size and girth, and it takes you a moment to get used to it. You use that to slap his thighs a few times and bite on his nipples, which gets you loud whines from underneath you.

When you deem yourself ready, you pull yourself up entirely before slamming down hard. Both of you moan loudly.

“Yes yes yes, oh my god yes, ah ahh hnng”

He’s never been this loud during sex, but Baekhyun can’t even make himself care. He’s never felt this good, this wonderful. You’ve had sex like this thousands of times, never getting enough of one another. But this is so, so much better. You love the fact that you can control the pace, slamming down hard or teasing him by swirling your hips around or slowly grinding against him.

He loves this helpless feeling, this feeling of completely letting go, of surrendering to you and being literally tied up. He’s higher than he’s ever been. And he knows now that you both have much more to tell each other, and that there’s no going back to vanilla, ever, and he couldn’t be happier.

Your thighs begin to shake, core clenching and unclenching. You also feel Baekhyun inside you tensing up, cock twitching. He spills inside you, screaming your name. Moments later, feeling his warm release deep inside you, you also come, a throaty and high pitched moan coming from you. You fall forward, thighs trembling. You snuggle into his neck, kissing alongside the thick veins.

You take a few deep breaths and get yourself moving again, untying his wrists and rubbing the blood back into them. You both cuddle up to eachother, both incredibly satisfed. You share a wet, sloppy kiss and whisper some sweet nothings into eachothers ears before falling asleep, soft puppy whimpers escaping Baekhyun and filling the air.

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[sub-hoshi-enthusiast]

baekhyun rejecting you and not realizing how much you actually meant to him until he sees you with someone else — cue pouty byun — he’s upset bc he’s supposed to be your baby boy, not jongin. he proceeds to conduct a plan of some sort to try and seduce you. can it include degradation, spanking, and pegging? also anything else you see fit, thank you !

Sorry for the long wait. I also made this way too long so I'm gonna split this into two parts, I love Baekhyun a lot so I got a little bit carried away 😅. This first part doesn't really have any smut (unless you count the making out at the end) but it was already pretty long so that'll have to wait for part two. Hope you like it anyways 😊. (part 2)

(Y/F/S) - Your Favorite Show (or it could be a movie if you want)

Pairings: Sub!College Fuckboy!Baekhyun/Fem!Dom!Reader , Sub!FWB!Jongin/Reader

Love?

The sunlight blinded you as you awoke, turning to bury yourself in Baekhyun's chest but grunted in disappointment as you felt an empty space where he was supposed to be. You reluctantly stood up, shuffling out of the bedroom as you heard the t.v playing something in the living room. You turned the corner, happy to see Baekhyun giggling while watching a random episode of Knowing Brothers. 

     "Good morning." Baekhyun greeted once he saw you standing in the doorway. You lazily smiled and waved at him, furrowing your eyebrows in confusion once you had realized how awkward he had suddenly become. 

     "You okay?" You asked as you sat down next to him. He let out a small sigh and turned to look at you with a serious expression. Oh god, had you done something wrong? You were trying to think of everything that had happened last night to see if you had done anything he was uncomfortable with, but nothing out of the ordinary had popped up.

     "I-I need to talk to you about something you said a few nights ago." He suddenly looked nervous, eyes darting around the room so he wouldn't have to look at you. You tilted your head, trying to think of what you could have possibly said to make the usually confident and bratty boy in front of you so nervous. "Originally I was thinking of just dismissing it, but I don't think it would be good for either of us if we keep doing this."

     "Doing what?" He finally looked in your eyes, his hands gesturing to both of you.

     "This! The sex, we shouldn't do it anymore." You felt your heart crack. You should have known that this was going to happen, that he would break it off. When you had first started fucking Baekhyun it was just that- sex with no emotions involved. He was the biggest fuckboy on campus whom you had met through your mutual friend Jongin. But as you kept hooking up, he would stay over most of the time and you would just talk to each other. Before you could stop it, you found yourself falling for the rambunctious boy. Jongin had told you multiple times to break it off because you would just hurt yourself in the end, but every time you tried, Baekhyun would somehow convince you to stay. So it was odd that he was stopping your hook-ups now, when as far as you know you didn't do anything.

     "What, why? Did I do something you weren't comfortable with? I told you that you could always let me know if I'm hurting you or doing anything you don't like." He let out a sigh and looked to the ceiling. 

     "No, it's not that." You grabbed his hands, making him look at you.

     "Then what did I do?" He looked away from you, an almost uncomfortable look on his face.

     "A few nights ago, at one of Chanyeol's parties, you had gotten really drunk so Jongin told me that I should take you home. Once I put you to bed and was about to leave, you grabbed my arm and started mumbling about something and you, uh- Y-you said…" he paused for a second to clear his throat. "Y-you said that you l-loved me and I-" After his statement you started to block out his words, your eyes widening as your hands fell limply to your sides. How stupid were you? Granted, you were drunk out of your mind, but still. You really should have taken Jongin's advice and left before you embarrassed yourself like this. By the time you had come back to your senses, you noticed that Baekhyun had left, leaving you alone in your room. 

     You sat there quietly for a few moments, letting the reality of what was happening sink in as the episode Baekhyun was watching continued to play in the background. You were snapped out of your thoughts by the sound of someone knocking on the door. You were somewhat hesitant to stand up until you heard a familiar voice.

     "(Y/N)? Baekhyun came home and told me what happened. I brought food and ice cream if you want any." A soft smile spread across your face as you stood up, the sound of Jongin's voice comforting you slightly as you shuffled to the door. A smile lit up his face as soon as he saw you, his smile making you give him a smaller one in return. He walked inside, hurriedly placing the food on the table so he could wrap his arms around you. A quiet sigh escaped you as you pulled him closer, hugging him around his waist. 

     "Go ahead, you told me so, I know you wanna say it." He pulled back from the hug to hold your face in his hands with a smaller smile.

     "I'll say it later, I'd feel like an asshole if I said it now." He jokingly said as he pressed a light kiss to your forehead. You giggled softly in reply, following Jongin as he walked over to the couch with all the food in his hands. Neither of you said anything as he laid on the couch, letting you snuggle up to him as he changed the channel to play (Y/F/S).

     It only took a little over a month to get over what happened with Baekhyun. Now everything was back to how it was before you met him- you and Jongin would spend a lot of time together, hanging out or studying, the latter most often leading to him moaning and drooling underneath you. You started showing up to parties again, which would also lead to you taking Jongin home and fucking him anywhere you could. It was a surprise that you hadn't seen Baekhyun at any of the parties you had shown up to, though you had always heard from other people that he had been there. Then again you did tend to leave early, so you guessed that was the reason. 

     Baekhyun had also been alright since he had broken things off… for the most part. He kept telling himself that anyways. He got this weird feeling in his stomach whenever he had sex with any of the other girls that would swarm him at parties, an almost empty feeling. He didn't know what it was or what had caused it, but he kept pushing it to the back of his mind, hoping it would disappear after a while. He had noticed Jongin disappearing more often than usual but thought nothing of it, thinking he was just spending more time at his dance club that he was practically obsessed with. 

     You looked yourself over in the mirror one last time before deciding it was acceptable and meeting Jongin outside. As soon as you sat down he started the car, driving to Sehun's house for the party he was throwing tonight. Both of you were laughing and screaming the lyrics to Super Junior's 'Black Suit' (the best song ever)  as Jongin pulled over and parked the car. You were hit with the smell of sweat and alcohol as soon as you entered the house, both you and Jongin heading straight for the kitchen to grab some drinks. 

     You were laughing at a random story Sehun told you guys when you saw someone staring at you out of the corner of your eye. You turned your head, eyes widening in surprise once you met the gaze of Baekhyun. You shifted uncomfortably in your place before awkwardly waving in his direction. He seemed to snap out of his little trance and send you a smile that was just as awkward. You brought your attention back to Jongin as he rested his chin on your shoulder. 

     "Something wrong?" You asked once you noticed the small pout that had settled over his lips. 

     "Yes, your attention was somewhere besides me. I even dressed up all pretty for you." He said with a whine, gently brushing his lips over your jaw. You smirked with a quiet chuckle before reaching down and squeezing his ass, making him yelp in surprise. 

     "Jeez, such an attention whore aren't you baby?" He bit his lip, trying and failing to hold in a small giggle as he wrapped his hands around your waist.

     "Only for you mommy~."

      Baekhyun's jaw clenched as he watched your little interaction with Jongin. He didn't understand why he was so angry at him, it's not like he owned you or anything. Sure, you guys used to fuck all the time- and Baekhyun had convinced himself that you were probably the best fuck he had ever and will ever have- but that was over. He totally didn't miss you, or the way you would fuck him so hard he wouldn't be able to walk for days, making sure he understood that he belonged under you. Or the way you would whisper in his ear using that deep, husky voice that you knew would do things to him. Or how whenever you were done, no matter how hard you fucked him or how many bruises you left, you would always make sure he was okay with that soft smile, letting him cuddle up to you and bury his face in your neck, letting him inhale your comforting scent of your favorite vanilla perfume… or how if you woke up earlier than him you would make sure to leave him breakfast and watch his favorite movies with him, laughing about the stupidest things while stuffing your faces with your favorite foods and snacks… treating him like an actual person instead of just someone to use and leave once you were done… Nope. He didn't miss it at all. I mean, come on, it wasn't like he was in love with y- ...Oh fuck. Baekhyun almost choked on the beer he was drinking once the realization dawned on him. As much as he tried, he couldn't stop his eyes from shifting back to you. Butterflies erupted in his stomach as he saw you laughing at something, a laugh that he used to be the cause of. God, love really fucking sucks.

     You heard Jongin snicker quietly next to your ear, making you turn to him confused. He didn't say anything but gestured behind you with a small smile. 

     "Looks like someone can't keep their eyes off of you." You furrowed your eyebrows in confusion before turning to look at your supposed admirer. Your eyebrows shot up in surprise as your gaze met Baekhyun's, making him look away from you instantly. You furrowed your eyebrows, turning to look at Jongin who had a smirk plastered on his face. He lightly pushed you in Baekhyun's direction. "Go ahead, I know you still like him. If he doesn't feel the same just come back to me." You lightly smiled at Jongin before taking a deep breath and walking to Baekhyun. You saw the boy's eyes widen as he saw you walk toward him before he seemed to calm down and lean against the wall. 

     "Hey." He greeted once he knew you were close enough. 

     "Hey." There was a short, awkward silence before Baekhyun cleared his throat.

     "So, you and Jongin. Is that why he's been disappearing more often?" You shrugged. 

     "Maybe. I don't really see how that's any of your business though." You said, watching the slight pout that appeared on his face as he looked away. You snickered. "Why, ya jealous?" He scoffed at your question, turning to look at you with a small fire in his eyes.

     "Jealous? Of him? Please, I know I could fuck anyone better than him any day. You know he isn't as good as me." He said with that cocky little smirk, one that you loved to wipe off his face as he begged beneath you. 

     "Oh really? I'm leaning towards Jongin, since he actually listens to me unlike some spoiled little brats that I know." He chuckled, placing his cup down on a nearby table before looking back at you. Your breath hitched in your throat as he grabbed your hands to make them rest on his waist, his eyes hooded and swimming with little sparks of defiance. He leaned forward so he was whispering in your ear.

     "Oh please, we both know how much you love to put me in my place. To throw me down and spank me until I can't sit, until I'm begging for you to fuck me. How you call me your pretty little slut as I take you cock like a good boy, all for you. And I know how much you loved my moans and screams as you fuck me as hard as you can into the mattress, making sure I know my place. He can't give you that satisfaction now, can he?" He smirked as he saw how dilated your pupil had become, moving your hands down to squeeze his ass. "While I may not be as obedient as Jongin, I can still be a good little cockslut for you mommy." A shiver shot down your spine, making you unintentionally squeeze his ass. He whimpered as he squeezed your shoulders, the look in his eyes making him seem so innocent though you both knew that was far from the truth. You pinned him to the wall he was leaning against a minute ago, grabbing a handful of his hair and tugging it to the side so you could expose his neck. He whined at the slight painful pleasure that shot through his body, quivering in anticipation as you leaned into his neck, brushing your lips lightly over the skin. 

     "Fuck, I almost forgot how much of a needy little whore you were." You muttered before biting and sucking a spot on his neck, making sure it would leave a mark. He whimpered, gripping onto your shoulders tightly and bucking his hips into yours. You pulled away for a second, turning your head to lock eyes with Jongin to make sure he was okay. Jongin simply smiled, giving you two thumbs up and mouthing the words 'get some' which almost made you laugh. After the confirmation you turned back to Baekhyun, smirking at the needy mess you had already made of him.

     "So, my place or yours?"

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[inspired-by-the-music]

For You: Stand By Me

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Chapter 15: The Girl Who Woke Me Up

Sehun's POV

It wasn't like Lei to be late, but she was nowhere to be found half an hour into the New Year's party. Although she had been helping her mother set up just a few hours earlier, Lei was not by Manager Kim's side as she made frantic rounds about the room, tiptoeing carefully around Donghae's lingering gaze. Although she and Lucas were nearly inseparable, Lei did not stand by him as he downed another glass of champagne while laughing with Mark Lee at the NCT table.

I was about to send her a concerned text when Taemin said from his side of Jongin, "She is so beautiful."

Like everybody else at the table, I looked toward whoever managed to turn Taemin's voice into a lyrical whisper. It didn't matter that it was none of our business who held Taemin's heart. When somebody loves that openly, everybody wants to watch for a second or two— even me.

My jaw dropped as my eyes settled on her. She was Lei.

Walking beside Baekhyun, Lei held three hearts in the palm of her hand: mine, Baekhyun's, and Taemin's. And I don't even think she knew what she held, what she could destroy with a single touch should she so choose. I think she only felt the weight of my heart because I forced it upon her through forever-kisses at that Christmas Party.

But how— how light, how insignificant might my heart feel compared to that of her ultimate idol? How cold and callous and uncaring might my voice sound compared to his?

How dark, how dull might my love look compared to that of the boy standing next to her? How rough and careless and frozen might my touch feel compared to his when he catches her before she can fall?

My stomach twisted as I fought (and failed) to tear my eyes from the visual of Lei and Baekhyun. They matched so perfectly from head to toe that, had I not known better, had I not believed that she loved me, I would have assumed that she coordinated her outfit with him.

Their dark hair was parted on the left side. Their clothes were crafted from the same sparkling midnight blue material. Their silver masks were a perfect pair that accented their best facial features. Their flowers— their flowers were the worst part. Atop her head, Lei wore a crown of white roses accented by blue baby's breath; she looked like a princess. In the suit pocket over his heart, Baekhyun tucked a white rose; he looked like her prince.

At that moment, I realized that it is much harder to believe in coincidence than it is to believe in fate. At that moment when she was so far out of reach, it was easy to see that Lei and Baekhyun were written in the stars, and I— where was I written?

Suddenly, it was as clear to everyone in the banquet hall as it was to me at the foot of the stairs in Lei's house: they were meant to walk together. Lei and Baekhyun were meant to be viewed as a pair.

As whispers about them, some approving and some disapproving, overtook the party, the tips of my ears burned. My hands formed tight fists under the table. And all I can remember thinking is I have to hide my breaking heart. No, I have to keep it from breaking, at least for now, because it is in her hands. My heart is in her delicate hands, and the jagged shards will make her bleed.

It didn't matter that Baekhyun was standing right there, willing and ready to bandage her. It didn't matter that Taemin could stop the bleeding with a single smile. I didn't want to hurt Lei ever again; I didn't want to scar her anymore. If protecting her meant suffering silently— well— that wasn't anything I hadn't done before.

Quietly, Jongdae whistled. "Who knew that sweet little Princess Lei would grow up to be so pretty?"

Chanyeol laughed loudly as his elbow dug into my ribs. "Someone did, right, Sehun?"

Obviously, I wouldn't have responded to Chanyeol's jest even if I could have found my voice. I wouldn't have known what to say.

Afraid of saying or doing something to shatter the loving image I left with Lei on Christmas, I turned to walk away from the scene that threatened to destroy me. Of course, I wasn't going to hide forever. The plan was to stand some ways away long enough to untangle the knot in my stomach. The plan was to stand aside to remind myself that choices are as significant as fate, and I was Lei's choice. I am Lei’s choice. 

The problem, of course, was my promise to stand where she could see me. I won't go far, I told myself. I'll stand right there, right against that wall, and maybe— hopefully— wouldn't it be nice if she comes to me?

That's pathetic, isn't it— the fact that I still dreamed that she would take the first steps? I'm sorry that I wasn't stronger. I'm sorry that I wasn't bolder. Always, always I was aware of my inadequacies. Always, always I daydreamed about filling them with her. At that moment, however, it occurred to me that that was not right; it occurred to me that that is not love. Above all, it occurred to me that I wanted to give Lei the purest love in her life. 

And I— I didn’t know how. Nobody ever taught me how. 

On my walk, I nearly collided with Taemin. Despite his eagerness to escape the table, he said, "Excuse me, Sehun," through a small smile. The smile wasn't a forced display of manners; it was genuine. I could tell because little wrinkles formed around his eyes.

I had never seen a smile like that before. Although faint, it was not at all sad or indicative of a broken heart even though we were walking away from the same scene: the one we loved beside another. Taemin's smile was joyful, inspired merely by seeing Lei from afar.

I needed to be more like Taemin, I realized as my back pressed against the wall. I needed to learn to love Lei a little more quietly, a little more peacefully, a little more selflessly. Rather than loving her like the careless teenager I had been when we met, rather than relying on her for constant assurance in our relationship that endured storms over a decade, rather than hoping for her to meet me most or all of the way—

I needed to grow up. I needed to find assurance in the steady beating of my own heart. I needed to take the first step for the rest of forever. I would. I will. That’s the promise I made to myself, the promise I made in one of the hearts she held. 

I will love you. I won’t love you perfectly. I won’t love you through a smile as gentle as Taemin’s. I won’t love you with an unmistakable, inescapable warmth like Baekhyun. But I will love you in the best way I know. I will love you with every word I say. I will love you with the words I am not yet brave enough to say. I will love you so deeply for the rest of my life that you will never wonder how I feel. You will never wonder who hung the moon and stars in my sky. 

While Lei defended herself against Chanyeol’s allegation that she had broken my heart as if she could ever be cruel enough to do such a thing, I wrestled with the best way to express my feelings. A verbal conversation wouldn’t do; she enjoyed debating and pressing my buttons too much. I couldn’t very well write a song; that would require enlisting the help of someone like Chanyeol who had better knowledge of music production, and I didn’t want to share my feelings with him (or anybody else, for that matter). 

While Manager Kim captivated the entire room with her heartfelt good-bye’s to Super Junior and Heechul declared that she was resigning from her position as their manager because of her feelings for Donghae, I decided that I could best express myself in writing. Starting from the beginning, I could map out our stars, and there— there I would be written. 

There, I could point to myself on a page and say, ‘I belong here too. I love her too. Even if she wakes up tomorrow and chooses one of you, even if my nightmares come true and she outgrows me, once upon a time, she chose me. Once upon a time, she loved me. Once upon a time, we were the best love story ever written, and I— I— I will never forget that I was her first love, so you shouldn’t either.’

That’s what I wrote on the inside cover of the leather-bound notebook containing our story, by the way. That’s the first of my thoughts that Lei read in my handwriting; it made her break into laughing tears. By that, I mean she was gasping through laughter and tears. So I was also gasping through laughter and tears when she set the book on our bed, crawled to me, and cupped my cheeks with her soft, warm hands, whispering onto my lips, “My first love, my endless love, my Sehun— I am so glad the road led to you.” 

And I believe her. 

When I found Lei standing alone on the terrace where everyone gathered to watch fireworks an hour early at Changmin’s urging, I embraced her. I didn’t think much of the fact that somebody was always watching. I didn’t much care about lingering stares, and I told Lei plainly when she mumbled into my chest, “Someone is going to see, Sehunnie.” 

“I love you,” I reminded her in a whisper per her request. My heart melted into a warm golden puddle in my stomach because of the spoken nickname and because she didn’t push me away. She didn’t argue with me as I declared, “I love you so much that I want everyone to see.” 

That was a funny thing to say, considering that we were huddled together in the darkest corner where no eyes would have strayed. 

I dropped a kiss onto her flower crown because it marked her as a princess— my princess— and it didn’t matter that Baekhyun gave it to her. The affection, I hoped, I prayed, would make me her prince. 

“I love you so much,” I muttered against a rose, “that I want everyone to hear.” 

That was a funny thing to say, considering that I spoke in the faintest whisper that only she could hear. 

Lei giggled as she linked her hands around my waist beneath my jacket. Her laughter was, is, always will be the most beautiful melody in this world. I loved being its conductor. I loved being its audience. 

“I’m so happy, Sehun.” She said my name with the brightest smile I had ever seen. 

It so closely resembled the smile she gave me all those years ago when she first gave me her name. It was still too big for her face, and it made her look much younger than the scowl she hurled at Chanyeol in the banquet hall. The only difference was that she no longer spoke through a gap in her front teeth; the gap was closed. 

After assuring her that I was happy too— far happier than I ever imagined because she stood near— I said, “I miss your gap, Lei. You’re beautiful, and I wouldn’t change a single thing about you, but I really wish I could see your gappy smile one more time.” 

“There are plenty of pictures of it.” The tips of her ears burned red at the compliment, and I thought that I had to call her beautiful every day. From the dimple forming in her chin, however, it was evident that she knew the limitations of photographs. “You know, I miss my gap too. I hated it when I had it, but the thing is: I always picture myself with a gap in my front teeth.” 

I stared into her wide eyes, finding my lovestruck reflection within them. “I always think of you with stars in your eyes.” 

I heard her breath hitch as she held me closer. Breathlessly, she reached for my hand. “I always think of you with my heart on your hand.” 

After bringing my frozen, trembling hand up her lips, she left a ruby-red kiss mark where she once left a fingerprint heart. I wanted to carry that mark everywhere with me. I wanted to boast it to everybody, and I promised to learn how to do that. I promised to learn who to tell. I promised to learn what to say to make them understand how much it meant to me— how much it means to me. 

I think I have learned. I think I have made you understand. I hope that I have. Please, tell me that I have. 

Her gesture rooted in our past, her touch— still electric— made my heart flutter. Her touch, even as my favorite memory, still makes my heart flutter. 

Her touch compelled me to say out loud, “I fell in love with you the day you marked your heart on my hand, you know. All at once, I opened my eyes and realized I was on the edge of a cliff, and I—” I choked on my emotions, but I forced myself to continue— “I was so scared that you wouldn’t wait for me at the bottom.” 

The wind blew and filled my eyes with tears that I didn’t want to cry. I didn’t want to become an overtly sentimental person, but every wall I ever built around my emotions tumbled at her touch. I didn’t want to shed a single tear, but Lei brought both hands up to my face, wordlessly promising to catch each tear before they fell. 

Lei loved me. She loved me so much from the day we met, and I— I am so grateful. I did not know whether love was meant to be repaid, but I resolved in that moment under her moon and all of her stars to return every loving gaze for the rest of my life. 

I held both of her hands against my cheeks because her touch made me brave enough to speak. “You said that I could walk with you anytime. And I just want you to know that I want to walk with you forever. I want you to know that I’m so sorry for—”

For trying to walk away. For breaking her mistletoe crown. For failing to regard her heart as the treasure it had been all along. 

But I couldn’t say any of those things she deserved to hear. My throat tightened around my words. 

Wiping my tears, Lei promised, “I forgive you. I forgive you, Sehunnie. Everything— everything painful is past, and now we are walking hand-in-hand on a path that doesn’t end.” Her thumbs stroked my cheeks, raising goosebumps in their wake. “Don’t carry things we don’t need, angel. Don’t carry things that will only hurt you. It’s okay.” 

Lei pulled me into the sweetest kiss. It lasted for about a millisecond, a blink in time, and I knew that was all we were, but God— God— we felt infinite. I think— no, I know this is love: when somebody makes you, a mere mortal, feel as though time has stopped; when somebody makes you feel as if forever, eternity, and fate were words written for you. 

“In case you forgot,” Lei said, “I love you too.” She beamed up at me, so I had to smile even as she winked in an attempt to dig under my skin: “In case you forgot, I loved you first!” 

Because I couldn’t argue with the truth, I rolled my eyes. “Yeah. Okay. You loved me first, but—” I caught her around the waist and leaned to whisper in her ear— “I’ll love you longer.” 

“As if,” she scoffed, pushing me away so I could catch the furrowing of her brow. “How can you even make such a bold claim? I told you, Sehunnie, I’ve loved you forever, and I’ll love you forevermore. What could last longer than forever?”

Feigning deep contemplation, I hummed through puckered lips, hoping that Lei would rise to kiss them. (Note: Lei never disappoints.) “Maybe forever in writing? I think I heard once that a love recorded on paper, in a film, or in a song lives forever.” 

“If you’re planning to write about me,” she said, “you should know that I’ve been writing about you too. I’ve been trying to map out or stars since we kissed in your car, but I— I can’t figure out how the stars aligned.” Her head went aslant. “But I also can’t figure out how we could have ended up anywhere else with anybody else.” 

It had been made clear to me that any misstep could have led Lei to Baekhyun or Taemin. Maybe she will find her way to them someday no matter what I do, but I gave no voice to those thoughts. Taking a deep breath, I soared at the imagination of Lei writing to pinpoint the correlation between the me of the past, the me of her dreams, and the me of right now. I hoped she was proud to have created a place where we could be together forever, even if someday we should wake up on different paths. 

It’s romantic, isn’t it, that we separately experienced the same epiphany concerning our stars? 

“Some things are just meant to be,” I figured, sounding unlike the version of myself who struggled to believe in things like destiny, the version I had been for almost all of my life. “You and I— Lei, we are the greatest meant to be I can imagine.” 

When I stepped into the warmth of the agency building from the winter snow, I quickly found Lei asleep at that table by the vending machine where we met. Her face was almost completely nuzzled into the bend of her elbow, into the cloud-soft baby blue sleeve of her sweater. Her dark hair sprawled over much of the table; it was so long then, almost reaching her waist. She shouldn’t have been recognizable, but I would have known her anywhere, from any distance. 

“Wake up,” I whispered into her ear as I settled into the chair next to her, wrapping an arm around her waist. “I’m here.” 

Once Lei sat upright and set to rubbing her sleep-swollen eyes, it was obvious that we couldn’t go out on an adventurous date. That much should have been obvious, I know, determined by our roles as idols, but I hadn’t shaken that image of her and Baekhyun standing together at the New Year’s party from the front of my mind. 

I wasn’t jealous anymore. That initial towering wave of nausea and the drowning sense of inferiority had passed without casting me overboard. It just occurred to me once the storm cleared and the sun broke through the clouds that I wanted to be the person by her side forever; I wanted to stand by her in the light; I wanted it to be obvious to strangers from a glance that we were meant to walk together. 

Rising to her feet and slinging her bookbag— the tiny pink Hello Kitty bag she carried since childhood, the bag still donning the keychain I bought for her tenth birthday— Lei groaned, “I’m exhausted! And I didn’t even realize it until I woke up.” 

“I’m sorry I woke you up,” I said as I followed her, “but there are more comfortable places to sleep, you know.” 

Lei had worked herself to the point of exhaustion, I know without a doubt, because she made no argument; she loved to argue. 

On our walk to the door, I reached for her hand, which was always much smaller than mine. She flinched at the contact probably because my hands were always cold, maybe because she wasn’t yet used to affection, hopefully because my touch was electric. 

As shocked as she had been at the start, Lei was the one who interlaced our fingers. Lei was the one who whined when I had to break the contact to open the passenger door and then round to the driver's seat. Lei was the one who reached for my hand as soon as I set it on the steering wheel. 

“I just want to feel you.” Her words blurred together drowsily, but her eyes shot open— wide awake— when I glanced at her. “Your hands are so warm, Sehunnie, and it’s so cold outside. I’m freezing!”

After turning the heat up, I said through a budding smile while starting down the familiar path to her house, “Nobody has ever called my hands warm. Then again, nobody ever held my hands before you.” 

“And nobody will hold my hands after you,” I almost said. Because I didn’t want to think of a time after her— I didn’t want to think of a time without her— I bit down on my tongue. I left those words unsaid. Unspoken words hold power too. 

“Your hand was warm at the drive-in too,” she told me. “Holding your hand made me feel like the moon and stars smiled down at us.” 

There was no moon and there were no stars that night, I remembered clearly, but I didn’t remind Lei. Maybe this sounds crazy, but I hope she misremembered a lot about those days before I could love her. In a way, I hoped she romanticized them; I hoped she saw them— I hope she saw the past me— through love-colored lenses. I hoped the stars smiled in all of her memories. 

With an almost childlike quality of honesty— the kind that I never wanted to argue with, the kind I only thought I had to argue with— Lei said, “Holding your hand makes me feel like spring has come.” 

Butterflies raged in my stomach and told me the perfect thing to say: “That’s funny. Looking at you makes me feel like spring has come.” 

I think that might have made her squeal had she not been drifting to sleep. Her head banged against the window every few seconds. 

“Lay back,” I tried to demand sternly, but my voice was nothing but a gentle whisper around her after Christmas. “Lei, lean your chair back and go to sleep. You’re gonna bruise your face or give yourself a concussion if you keep hitting your head.” 

Without opening her eyes, she argued, “I don’t wanna go to sleep! I wanna stay awake with you!” 

She was being rather childish, I thought, but she repeated that sentiment once we sat together on her living room couch, which was no longer tainted by the memory of finding Lucas atop her on her birthday. 

“But you’re tired.” Tightening my arms around her waist, I pulled her closer and encouraged her to lean into me, to fall asleep on me. “Just close your eyes, and I’ll go to sleep with you.” 

Lei didn’t resist my pull. Her eyelashes tickled the skin on my neck as she laid against me and allowed her eyelids to flutter shut. Without mumbling another word, she fell into that deep heavy-breathing sleep, and I wondered how many nights she had avoided sleep. I wondered how I was supposed to fall asleep with her laying so close. I wondered how I was supposed to close my eyes while my heart pounded in my chest, eager to break free and unite with hers. I wondered how I was supposed to breathe while her breath whispered across my skin. 

I was wide awake— I am wide awake— and I never want to sleep again.

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Nice Guy - Part 1

Pairing: Chanyeol x reader x Baekhyun 

High School au!

Summary: After finding out her boyfriend, Baekhyun had cheated on her at a party, Y/N goes into meltdown. Chanyeol, Baekhyun’s best friend, decides he can’t stand watching the girl completely fall apart because of his best friend and decides to befriend her.

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The teacher drones on and on, I continue to tap my pencil against my jotter. Head leaning against my hand until it goes numb. I think about Baekhyun, about his smile, his lips, how he makes me feel. Just everything. These thoughts continue to roam around me head, getting dirtier and dirtier until I think about our night together last Friday. How his hands caressed my body, the feel of him inside me. I can feel myself getting aroused at the thought. Sneakily, I reach down and grab my phone from my bag, I type a text to him.

Me: thinking of youuu ;’((

I notice I have number of notifications. One from WhatsApp, and almost twenty from Snapchat. Frowning, I click on WhatsApp first, seeing as it was my best friend Lisa that had message the girls group chat. I re-read her message, the frown still on my face. 

Lisa: y/n please don’t go on snapchat! 

I eye the number of notifications on the app. I click on it, unable to help myself, the curiosity getting the best of me. Most of the notifications are from other pupils from the school, people I don’t talk to. A lot of the messages were from girls apologising to me, hoping I’m okay, that I deserved better. What the fuck. I click on the Snap from Jongdae that he sent me this morning, that I forgot to open. It was a video, but not just any video. It was practically a sex tape. It seemed to be filmed in Chanyeol’s bathroom, I recognised the wallpaper. The girl is propped up on the sink, legs spread wide. The male has his hand between her leg, thrusting his fingers rapidly into her. The volume on my phone is low but I can still hear the moaning coming from the girl and Jongdae’s quiet snickering. Still feeling confused, I look at the caption Jongdae had labelled the video.

Baekhyun and his girl Y/N getting it onnnn lollllolll ;)

“Yassss Baekhyun man, get it!” Jongdae’s voice cheered in the video, the man’s head snapped to the door. I gasp loudly, causing the person next to me to glance at me. Baekhyun quickly withdraws his hand from the girl, causing her to whine and tug at him, wanting him to continue. Baekhyun hurries to the door where it seems Jongdae is standing.

“What the fuck man!” Baekhyun growls, reaching for the phone. The video ends there. I stare as the video as it once again replays, it’s the second time I note how sober Baekhyun is. Being in a relationship with him for three years, I have seen him drunk a number of times and I can assure you that Byun Baekhyun is completely sober in that video. I click back on to WhatsApp and text Lisa.

Me: I saw it. When was the video filmed?

Lisa quickly replies back. 

Lisa: It was at the party on Friday, I’m so sorry y/n

I feel sick. I lean my head on the desk in hopes the nauseous feeling would disappear. I can feel the tears begin to well up. Last Friday was Chanyeol’s football game and I knew the boys were planning on having a party afterwards. But I had a test on Monday, it was a resit, so it was important for me to pass it. I told Baekhyun I wouldn’t be able to make it, but he insisted that he’d spend some time with me before going to the party. Baekhyun had come over after Chanyeol’s game. The memory that once aroused me is now making me feel sick.

I lay breathless on the bed, Baekhyun flopped beside me. My body still tingled from the intense orgasm I had. Rolling over, I lean my head on Baekhyun’s chest, his hand began to stroke at my hair. It was silent, just the sound of our breathing returning to its normal state. I turn my face a bit and press kisses on his chest. Baekhyun hums, pressing his own kiss on the crown of my head. My index finger draws circles on his pelvis bone, just above from his crotch. Baekhyun lets out a chuckle.

‘You want to go again?’ I nod almost bashfully, sitting up I swing my leg over his waist, straddling him. I rub myself over is limp length, enticing a moan from him. ‘Two orgasms and you still want more!’

I giggle, rubbing myself against him harder, listening to slick sound of my arousal. ‘I can’t help it; you make me feel soooo good!’ I whine playfully. I can feel him start to harden once again underneath me. Baekhyun sits up, hands wrapping themselves around my waist. He presses kisses along my collarbone and down to my chest. I clutch at his neck, leaning my cheek against the side of his head, I let out soft sighs. Baekhyun’s left hand reaches down to breast and clutches it, his lips trail down until they are sucking onto my nipple. I tug at his brown hair, rocking my hips faster against his hard length. Baekhyun stops me, lifting my hips up and positions his length at my entrance. Slowly, I lower myself on to his hard length.

‘Fuck Baekhyun,’ I breath, leaning back slightly so I can see his face. I connect our lips, allowing my tongue to dance with his. I rock my hips back and forth. Baekhyun guiding me with his hands. 

‘That’s it baby,’ he moans, now lifting his hips up to meet mine. I whine and lean my head against his shoulders, Baekhyun falls back onto the bed pulling me with him. From this position, Baekhyun is able to thrust up harder, making me squeal. He keeps thrusting until I feel myself heat up deliciously, a fluttering feeling arriving at the pit of my stomach.

‘I’m going to cum,’ I gasp, gripping the pillow next to Baekhyun’s head. Baekhyun takes this a sign to thrust even harder until I can’t breathe. 

‘Oh my God!’ I yelp, coming around his length. I twitch in Baekhyun’s hold, the pleasure almost hurting. I feel Baekhyun thrust two more times before he releases his load inside of me, it’s hot, making me shiver. Leaning back, I look at this sweaty face and smile happily. He returns the smile, leaning up to press a kiss to my lips. We kiss for a while, lips dancing along with each other. 

‘I love you,’ I whisper against his lips, I press two more kisses before sitting back. His face was blank, his brown eyes roam my face. I look at the clock on my bedside table. It was almost eight. Rolling off Baekhyun, his length slips from me.  

‘You better get ready baby,’ I say pressing a kiss to his cheek before going to bathroom to clean up and take a shower. When I got back, Baekhyun was dressed and was styling his hair in front of my wardrobe mirror. I go up behind him and wrap my arms around his waist, pressing soft kisses to the side of his neck.

‘I’m so lucky to have you,’ I breath. Baekhyun smiles softly, before turning around and kissing me deeply. 

He sighs in my mouth before pulling back, ‘I better go,’ I nod dizzily, my mouth chasing his. Baekhyun pulls out of my embrace and presses a quick kiss to my cheek. 

‘See you Monday!’ he smiles cheekily, ‘good luck with your studying, you’ll ace it babe!’ And with that he was gone out the front door. 

The nausea feeling was more prominent now, shooting my hand up in the air. The teacher stops speaking and looks at me wide eyed.

“Yes, Miss Y/N?” he asks. The rest of the students turn around and look at me. Some look at me with a pitied look on their face – my own eyes widen. How do they know? Looking back at the teacher.

“I don’t feel well, can I go to the toilet?” He just nods before resuming explaining the problem on the board. I practically sprint from the classroom to the toilet. Once inside, I rush to the nearest cubicle and slam the door shut, locking it. I lean over the toilet and gag, hoping to be sick and get rid of the nauseous feeling. Nothing comes up, I just continue to gag. As this is happening, tears begin to slip down my cheeks. I don’t realise until they hit the water in the toilet pan. Leaning back, I let out the first ugly sob, the pain of the betrayal finally catching up with me. Pulling out my phone, the lock screen making me sob harder. It’s a picture of Baekhyun and I at his birthday two months ago. With shaky hands, I click on Lisa’s contact and press call, knowing she has a free period right now. It rings for three then I hear her voice.

“Hello? Y/N?” I can barely greet her; sobs just keep coming out. “Babe, where are you?”

“Bath-r-room,” I stutter out, “the one by the science department,” Lisa hums, I can hear her slamming and banging in the background.

“I’ll be there in a minute,” with that she hangs up. I lean my head against the toilet and continue to sob.

Three years we had been together, I may be naïve, but I truly believed he was the one for me. I gave him everything; he was my first everything. First kiss, first love and first time. And now, I can’t get that back. It’s been completely ruined. All I see now, looking at his face, is his hand between that girls’ legs. The same hands that were between mine five hours before. 

My thoughts were broken by the sound of the bathroom doors slamming open, hitting off the wall. I sit up and unlock the door and face Lisa. As soon as the doors open, she spreads her arms wide, inviting me into a hug. I fall into her, sobbing again. I continue to cry into Lisa’s arms until there’s no tears left to cry. Lisa’s fruity perfume calms me slightly until I pull away and lean against the sink. 

“I just don’t understand,” I whisper, throat sore after all the crying I had done. Lisa reaches into her backpack and pulls out a bottle of water handing it to me. I nod in gratitude. “I mean he was completely sober!” 

Lisa’s doe eyes widen and her mouth drops.

“He was sober?! Jongdae told me he was drunk,” I shake my head.

“No, I know when Baekhyun’s drunk and he certainly wasn’t there.” I gulp some more water before sighing. 

“I could forgive him if he was drunk,” Lisa looks at me, eyes glaring slightly.

“You’re going to stay with him?” she asks, I shake my head rapidly but then shrug. 

“No, y-yes! Ugh, I don’t know,” I whine, heart beating painfully in my chest.

“Babe he cheated on you!” Lisa reasons, “and like you said he was sober, he knew exactly what he was doing.”

“Yeah but why? Why did he feel the need to cheat on me?” Lisa sighs, her arm wraps around my shoulder.

“I don’t know Y/N,” Another tear slips down my face, I roughly wipe it away.

“I know this a bit TMI, but he literally fucked me that night, before he left for the party,” Lisa grimaces.

“That’s disgusting and more the reason for you to dump his ass!” 

We fall silent and I wash my face over the sink. I look at the phone beside me when I remember something.

“How does everyone know about it?” I ask Lisa. She sighs, pulling out her own phone and clicking on Facebook, she scrolls through her feed for moment before groaning. 

“It’s been taking down. Basically, Jongdae uploaded the video to Facebook on Friday,” I groan and place my head in my hands. 

“Why did he have to do that!” I moan and Lisa rubbed my shoulders.

“Drunk Jongdae has no brain!” I was about to comment more when the bell went, signally the end of period and the start of lunchtime. My heart began hammering loudly in my chest again as I knew I’d have to face him – and the rest of the student body. At the look on the face Lisa grips my shoulders.

“You can do this okay? Whatever you choose to do, I’m here,” I nod, gulping. Lisa walks me back to my science class to collect my bag and jacket I had left there. My teacher notes my pale face and assumes I’m ill. He wishes me to get well soon, I just nod. We walk slowly to the canteen; my legs feel like jelly as the canteen comes into view. The memories of Baekhyun and I flash through my mind. I feel choked up again as I realise, I’m about to lose him. I stop suddenly, tugging Lisa with me. 

“I’m going to lose him,” I whimper out, feeling like I’m about to have a panic attack. Lisa shushes me, running a hand over my arm.

“You don’t need him Y/N, you never did. You lived without him before, you can do it again. And anyway, he’s the one that losing you, you were the best thing that ever happened to him!” Lisa suddenly ranted, her chubby cheeks turning red with rage as she continued. “He’s the one that ruined this, he deserves to feel pain like you do,” I nod, the video coming back to mind. With sudden courage and anger, I drag Lisa into the canteen with me. 

I spot the boys sitting at their usual table at the back of the canteen by the window. I spot him first. Of course, I would, even after what he’s done to me, my eyes will always seek him out. He’s poking at Kyungsoo, laughing like nothing is wrong – like he didn’t just cheat on me three days ago. I storm towards him, Jongin catches my eye. His eyes widen and he quickly nudges Jongdae who quickly looks in my directions. Jongdae clears his throat loudly and nods his head in my direction. The rest of the boys stop talking and look in my direction; Minseok waves at me but stops when he sees the look on my face. Baekhyun finally turns to me when he notices Kyungsoo eyes have followed the rest of the boys. 

Baekhyun’s face lights up, he stands from his chair and makes his way towards me, meeting me halfway. He places his hand on my waist, which I quickly yank off like I was burnt. He frowns for a moment but then goes to plant a kiss on my lips, I turn my head to the side abruptly, his lips grazing my cheek. I push him away harshly, he bangs into Junmyeon who sat behind him. Baekhyun glares slightly.

“What the hell, babe?” I let out a growl.

“What the hell, babe? Really?!” I shriek, pushing at his chest again. Lisa utters my name in warning, eyeing the rest of the canteen. The rest of the students have stopped eating and talking. Their gaze’s intent on both Baekhyun and I. Taking a deep breath, I close my eyes and calm myself, even though I have every right to go crazy. When I reopen my eyes, they are blurry again with tears. Baekhyun’s face falls and I notice the realisation on his face. He knows that I know.

“Why?” I croak out, he opens his mouth and I can just tell by the look on his face he’s about to make an excuse. “And don’t say you were drunk because I saw the video Baekhyun. You were not fucking drunk!” He hangs his head and shrugs. I scoff and shake my head. I look at the rest of the boys behind him, they’re silent watching us. My eyes scan over every boy until they connect with Jongdae who suddenly bursts.

“I’m sorry, Y/N, I didn’t know it wasn’t you I swear! I-I was drunk and saw Baekhyun and I thought she was you – that’s no excuse I know-”

“Be quiet, Jongdae!” he immediately shuts up, “it’s not you I want an explanation from,” I glare at Baekhyun who still looks at his feet. 

“Come on, babe!” I prod sarcastically, “tell me why you felt the need to shove your fingers up another girls hole!” Baekhyun flinches at my words and I laugh bitterly. “What’s the matter Baekhyun? Don’t like hearing it out loud, well tough! Doesn’t matter anyway because the whole school fucking knows!” At this Jongdae mutters a weak ‘sorry’ which I ignore, my eyes never leaving my boyfriend who still continues to stand there emotionlessly staring at the ground. 

I gasp, my heart breaking further as I continue to look at him, now realising. “You don’t care, do you?” my voice breaks and that’s when Baekhyun finally looks at me. “That’s why you’re not answering because you don’t care that you cheated. You don’t care that you hurt me-”

“I do!” Baekhyun cuts off, his voice high. “I do care about you, Y/N.”

“Then how could you do this, Baekhyun?” Once again, he shrugs, and this time I can’t stop the sob escaping my throat. He takes a step towards me; I shake my head and step back. “I love you,” I whimper and Baekhyun winces, bringing a hand up to rub at the back of his neck. Shaking my head, “You can’t even say it back,” I turn to leave but Baekhyun reaches out and grabs my wrist.

“Wait, Y/N please,” he pleads and tug at my arm. Kyungsoo stands and gently peals Baekhyun’s hand off of me. 

“Let her go, Baekhyun.” Baekhyun roughly shakes his head, eyes now welling up with tears. He pushes Kyungsoo off him and pulls me towards him, wrapping his arms around my waist as an attempt to hug me. 

“No, no, no,” he mutters, “I can’t let you go please. Y/N don’t do this,” Leaning my head against his chest, I swallow back the tears that threaten to escape. Taking a step back, I wipe them off my face. 

“I didn’t do this, Baekhyun, you did,” With that I walk out of the canteen, ignoring the looks from the other students. Lisa walks slowly behind me, not saying anything, just letting me have my moment. We go outside onto the school grounds and find a bench to sit on. The wind felt refreshing, and it calmed me in a weird way. The sound of rapid footstep coming towards us had me tensing, expecting it to be Baekhyun.

“Y-Y/N?” the deep voice called from behind me. I turn around, along with Lisa, and see Chanyeol. He shifted his weight onto one foot then the other, looking between me and Lisa. “Is it okay if I talk to you alone?” Lisa glares, suddenly becoming protective.

“She doesn’t need any of Baekhyun’s bitches coming to give her grief!” Lisa barked and Chanyeol’s eyes rounded, hands raising up in defence. 

“I-I’m not, I just want to know if she’s okay…”

“Does she look okay to you?!” I calmly place a hand on Lisa’s shoulder, she looks at me, her features softening. 

“It’s okay,” I nod, Lisa sighs before standing up and grabbing her backpack. She turns back to me as Chanyeol takes her seat. “I’ll be in the library if you need me,” I just nod before turning to the nervous tall boy beside me. We’re silent, I’m waiting for him to announce why he’s here. The thing is about Chanyeol, he’s Baekhyun’s best friends, have been since nursery. But we never spoke, not really, only the passing greetings or just general discussing. 

“Ummm…how are you- wait! Don’t answer that, that’s a stupid question!” I shake my head, smiling softly. He falls silent again, right leg nervously shaking, foot tapping on the ground. I watch other students, a couple, walking past us hand-in-hand. They look at each other adoringly, giggling to each other. I look at the girl, she gazes at the boy with bright eyes, practically heart eyes. As I gaze at her, I realise that that girl will give everything to that boy, and she has no guarantee he will love her the way she loves him. She will waste her high school years, loving him until he decides one day, he doesn’t want her anymore.  

“Three years,” I start, startling Chanyeol who turns to look at me. “I loved him for three fucking years! And now look at me, broken, ruined. And he couldn’t even give me a fucking reason!” I shout, the couple turn to me and I glare at them. 

“I’d run if I were you!” I shout at the girl, her soft eyes squint in confusion, “he’ll never love you. He’ll use you too keep his bed warm, keep his dick wet and then he’ll dispose of you! Men can’t love!” I see her chin wobble and then she bursts out crying. Her boyfriend turns to me and glares angrily. 

“Hey, psycho bitch! Keep your opinion to yourself. Just cause your boyfriend fucking cheated on you doesn’t mean other men will!” I stand, steam practically exploding from my ears and was about to charge for him when Chanyeol wraps he’s long arms around me. I yell at him to let me go, punching down on his hands. 

“C-Could you guys ummm, leave please!” Chanyeol begs the couple. The girl rapidly nods and tugs her boyfriend away. “Y/N please calm down.” Eventually, I did, settling back onto the bench. I hunch over, my face in my hands. 

“He didn’t even say he was sorry; you know?” I mumble, looking up I see Chanyeol nod. “All he did was fucking shrug, I mean who shrugs their fucking shoulders when they get caught cheating?!”

“Baekhyun did,” Chanyeol commented and I roll my eyes. 

“Must be a guy thing,” I state and Chanyeol scoffs, so I turn to him and I glare, “What got something to say? Going to defend your bestie?”

This time Chanyeol glares and I sit frozen, I have never seen him angry before. 

“That guy was right, Y/N. Not all men are like that okay? Yes, what Baekhyun did was a shitty thing to do but that’s Baekhyun, he’s his own person.” I gulp, feeling a little intimidated at Chanyeol. “I know for a fact that if you were my girl, I would have never treated you like that, ever!” My mouth drops at his confession. “I-I mean, hypothetically speaking, ummm…no girl deserves to be treated like that.” Slowly, I nod unsure of what to say. The bell rings for the last two periods of the day, saving me from having to create an awkward response. Chanyeol stands and rummages through his trouser pockets and pulls out his phone, quickly he unlocks it and pushes it in front of my face. On his screen is a number, I look up at him confused.

“It’s my number,” I nod, still just looking at it, “i-in case you just want to talk or something, I don’t mind, I’m a good listener,” 

“But Baekhyun’s your best friend. Wouldn’t it be weird if I called you to rant about him?” Chanyeol shakes his head, a small smile appearing on his face.

“Nah, I may be his best friend but he’s still a dick. And anyway, I wouldn’t mind having some more blackmail on him,” a cheeky smirk appears on his face and I let out a light laugh. Taking out my own phone, I stare at the wallpaper for a second before opening it to my contacts. After I put in his number, Chanyeol offered to walk me to class. I spot Kyungsoo and Jongin eyeing us by the stairs, so I declined.

“No, it’s okay, I’m going to meet Lisa. But thanks anyway and also thanks for you know, coming to check on me. You didn’t have too,” Chanyeol shakes his head, a cute smile on his lips.

“I wanted to. And I meant what I said, you can call me whenever, at any time I don’t care,” Chanyeol reaches out and places his large hand on my shoulder and squeezes it gently. “You’ll be okay, Y/N.” With one last smile, he walks off to where the Kyungsoo and Jongin are waiting by the staircase. I turn around and spot Lisa standing by the library entrance, a confused look on her face. 

“What the hell was that about?” she asks, I just shrug unsure myself. As soon as we walk around the corner, Baekhyun comes up the stairs. His eyes widen as he spots me, quickly he dashes towards me, shouting my name, Chanyeol grabs a hold of him before he can reach me.

“No, man, you’ve done enough,” Chanyeol growled, Baekhyun’s eyes darken and was about to resort when Kyungsoo step in. 

“Now’s not the time, we’ve got class come on!” He and Jongin tug the two boys away from Lisa and me. I sigh in relief, looking at Lisa whose eyes are trained on their retreating figures. 

“I can’t wait to go home and forget about this,” I complain, beginning to walk to class, Lisa hums beside me. In class, I think about Chanyeol’s words about me being okay and I just hope it’s true. I know one thing for sure; Baekhyun is going to regret fucking cheating on me.

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[byunsboyz]

My Answer (Is You)

Exo Fanfiction

Byun Baekhyun x Reader

Wordcount: 4k

Genre: fluff (teeny tiny amount of implied smut)

Wedding AU

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“How many puns should I write into these vows?” You overhear Baekhyun asking himself.

You’ve just walked through the door. It’s the late evening and you’ve just arrived home from work after a short stop at the grocery store. 

Walking in on your fiance still trying to write his vows for your wedding that’s in less than a month 

He’s scratching the top of his head as he hunches over the laptop screen in front of him. Sitting at the small dining table in the corner of your kitchen, his back facing away from you. 

You close the door behind you gently and walk up behind him.

“So you think proclaiming your love for me is a joke, huh?” you whisper menacingly in his ear, trying to hold back your urge to laugh.

Baekhyun jumps out of his seat in surprise. 

“WHY ARE YOU CREEPING UP ON ME” he gasps, dramatically holding his chest and slamming his laptop shut in an attempt to hide the blank word document that you already saw over his shoulder moments ago.

You ignore his dramatics and set the groceries weighing down your arms on the counter. 

“You know something Baek-” you huff as you start to unpack the food into the fridge and cupboards.

You’re about to say something petty, feeling frustrated and tired from a particularly stressful day at work. 

The brief thought that Baekhyun isn’t taking your wedding seriously appears in your mind before you cut it off with a shake of your head.

At the same time, you feel a pair of strong hands slipping around your waist, pulling you closely as the warmth of Baekhyun’s lips presses softly behind your ear.

You instantly relax. Leaning against him as you let out all feelings of tension in a single breath.

“Hey” he whispers, his lips still resting on the back of your neck. 

“Why don’t you go take a nice relaxing shower? I’ll finish putting this stuff away and get dinner started.”

He’s rocking you gently side to side. 

“We can put them away together” you hum, turning in his arms and reaching upwards to cup his face.

You pull him into a soft kiss, feeling the corners of his lips pull back into a smile against your mouth. 

His hand trails up your back to the nape of your neck, his other still wrapped around your waist as he pushes your back into the counter. Pressing himself into you as he deepens the kiss. 

You pull back from his devil lips before he has a chance to put you under his spell. “The groceries babe.”

You giggle as he pouts back at you. 

Baekhyun’s is definitely the more clingy one in your relationship. 

You smack him on the butt playfully as you release yourself from his embrace. “Let’s get cracking, I’m starving!”. 

You work in unison. Baekhyun unpacking the frozen and chilled stuff away while you organise the cupboard items. 

“Leave some of that, I’ll do the top shelf” he singsongs smugly. 

“Says the man who is literally two inches taller”. You mutter under your breath.

“What did you say?!”

You ignore him, stretching up on your tiptoes to place some cans of soup up onto the top shelf. 

“Oh yeah, thank god I’ve got you and your giant ass,” you add sarcastically.

You hear him huff as he closes the fridge and steps beside you, snatching the bag of pasta out of your hands in protest. 

As he opens back up the cupboard, the soup you'd just placed starts to wobble threateningly.

Your eyes widen as the can topples off the shelf. Everything happening in slow motion as Baekhyun’s mouth falls open in shock.

“OOOF!”

The can bounces off the top of his head.

You clasp your hands over your mouth. Half in shock, half to stifle the laughter building up in the back of your throat.

He turns his head to look at you and when you make eye contact you lose it,  bursting into a fit of giggles.

“Are you okay?!” You ask gasping for air, reaching up to check his head.

He smacks your hand away “DID YOU DO THAT ON PURPOSE!” he accuses, rubbing the top of his head while looking mildly distressed.

You have tears coming out of your eyes at this point and all you can manage is a shake of your head as you try and compose yourself. 

Baekhyun is staring at you with eyes full of betrayal, his arms crossed defensively over his chest and a giant pout present on his lips.

You catch your breath and wipe a tear from your cheek. 

“Babe, you really think I would set the can of soup up there just for it to fall on you?” 

His face softens a fraction but then you snort. “It’s a waste of soup!”

“Well it’s not like you don’t already have a history of throwing things at me!” he sniffs, holding his head and refusing to meet your eye in quiet protest. 

You start feeling a little guilty. He would have laughed at you but when he’s standing there all cute and whiney you can’t help but feel a little sorry for him. 

You reach out and take his free hand in yours.

“Well if I didn’t throw that book at your head, we wouldn’t be getting married” you offer sheepishly, trying to suck up a little as you wrap your arms around his waist.

He looks down at you feigning innocence, a mischievous glint in his eye.

“Are you gonna kiss it better?” he asks, rubbing the wrong side of his head.

You raise your eyebrow in response as he tests your patience, but you decide to allow him this victory and tilt your chin up to offer him your lips.

He flashes you a goofy smile and kisses you softly.

“Well, it might have been partially my fault”.

“The soup or the book?”

“Both”

You met Baekhyun in college, after being assigned as project partners while taking the same sociology class. 

It was the first time you’d crossed paths but you were painfully aware of him. He was the loud type, always offering his opinion without the teacher asking it. Anything to draw a laugh out of the rest of the class.

You decided to give him the benefit of the doubt, opting to not judge the book by its cover. He could have been a genius for all you knew. 

He proved you wrong, but not on the genius assumption. More so for expecting him to cooperate at all.

You had broken off into your assigned pairs and were meant to spend the rest of the class working on ideas for a presentation relating to mass media and its influence on the younger generation.

Baekhyun seemed to have other ideas and asked you a bunch of nonsense questions as you sat opposite him trying to refocus him to the task at hand.

You felt incredibly frustrated as you stared down at the empty page of bullet points in your notebook.

“I have a fantastic idea!” he called out, getting your hopes up.

Then he let rip the loudest fart you’d ever heard.

You could only look up in disbelief as he sat there laughing unashamedly.

“Wow, you could’ve waited for class to finish?” he tried to imply as he pinched his nose at you.

You felt mortified. When the rest of the class joined in with his laugher you saw red and launched your notebook straight at his head.

Then you were both promptly marched to the headmaster's office.

You had never gotten detention before and vowed to never speak to Byun Baekhyun ever again.

You sat in the small detention room for the rest of the day, feeling absolutely ashamed of your outburst. Wondered if you should apologise to the boy sitting behind you.

It was just the two of you in the room, the teacher had just left to get some coffee and warned you to remain in silence.

“I’m sorry” you had started. “I don’t know what came over me-”.

Your voice waved and eyes stung as tears threatened to fall.

“Oh no please don’t say that” came the voice behind you.

“I was acting like an idiot, I don’t even know what made me think that it was a good idea”.

You turned around at his words. Surprised that he had apologised.

“I thought it would, you know, break down the barriers” He shook his head “but it was childish. I just wanted to see you laughing with me for once”.

You had felt confused at his words. 

“W-what, why?” you stammered in total disbelief.

“I…Uh, I guess I always thought you were cute and you’re always so nice to everybody else and I just wanted you to like me?” 

You remember the way Baekhyun’s cheeks had flushed red, and that yours matched.

“You could have just tried being yourself” you hadn’t realised at the time, but Baekhyun later told you that what you said that day sparked a more genuine side of him. 

No longer feeling the need to act like the class clown.

Most of the time.

“How is your head?” you’d asked.

And as if a director had yelled ‘action!’ he held his head with both hands and sharply sucked in a breath.

“Ahhhhh, well I haven’t looked properly yet but I swear I felt a bump earlier” he winced.

You called his bluff and feigned concern as you stood up to and walked over.

“Oh my goodness, you poor thing” you cooed, as you tried to hold back all traces of sarcasm from your voice.

Baekhyun looked up at you with wide eyes as you placed your own hands on his head. 

“Wha-what are you doing?” he stuttered out, looking surprised.

“Does it hurt here?” you poked the spot on his forehead that you hit with your index finger. 

He shook his head.

“What about here?” you offered as you poked another random spot on his forehead, that time with more force.

“AH!” he cried out as he grabbed hold of your hand to make you stop. 

“You’re not even hurt you big dramatic baby” 

You shouted at him, while you’d felt acutely aware that you had been essentially holding hands.

“Well my feelings were hurt” he’d defended as you pulled your hands from his grip and slumped back into your chair with your arms crossed.

“This is all your fault Byun Baekhyun!” you sighed loudly. “But, I guess chucking my notebook at you wasn’t very nice of me…so I’m sorry”.

Just as you uttered those words, you heard someone clear their throat.

You turned your head to find the headmaster stood in the doorway. 

“I see you’ve worked this out between yourselves, so I guess I won’t ever be seeing you outside my office again?”.

You both nodded your heads frantically and he dismissed you.

You shot quickly out of the classroom, school had already ended so you walked towards the exit when you heard your name being called.

It could have only been Baekhyun, so you stopped and waited for him to catch up to you.

“So, are we friends now?” he had asked shamelessly as he fell into step with you. A wide shit-eating grin plastered across his face as he looked at you hopefully.

What can you say, he had you at the first puppy dog look.

“Sure, we’re project partners after all” you smiled at him before you turned to head in the direction of your street. But he reached out to stop you.

“What if I asked you to come and get some ice cream with me instead of going straight home” He rubbed the back of his neck, a habit that you would learn he only had when he was extremely nervous. “My treat?

You knew at that moment that you were going to be a sucker for the real Baekhyun. 

“I’d love to”. You smiled up at him as he gestured for you to lead the way.

“Yeah let’s go, it’ll be a da-“ he starts before stopping mid-sentence.

“Huh?”

“Nothing!”

The rest was history. You started dating, moved in together after you graduated and got engaged two years ago.

He had proposed in the most Baekhyun way possible. 

Baekhyun had gotten all your friends and family to hold up a letter, and hid each picture around your apartment as a scavenger hunt on your birthday. 

He was your first love and you’re future. 

“Since we unpacked the groceries together, maybe we should shower together...” Baekhyun purrs into your ear, pulling you from your thoughts. 

You hum thoughtfully as you leave him standing in the kitchen, heading towards the shower. 

He starts to follow you until you look back at him over your shoulder.

“You won’t be sharing anything with me until you’ve finished your vows Byun Baekhyun!”

You hear him groan in defeat as you shut the bathroom door.  

***

Three weeks later you’re sat at your wedding reception. The ceremony was beautiful and emotional, Baekhyun managing to avoid the puns in his vows.

“Let's be dumb together, make bad choices...eat the wrong things, take the wrong turns, and then let's tell great stories. The same ones over and over, forever and ever until no one can stand us but each other”

He sniffed, squeezing your hands tightly, all while staring at you like you were the only other person in existence. 

You couldn’t stop your tears of joy as you nodded furiously, smiling so hard that your face still aches even now. 

There was only one small incident.

“I can’t find them!” Chanyeol panicked, (meaning your wedding rings) as he frantically patted down his trousers.

You and Baekhyun stood awkwardly and the room was deafeningly quiet.

“Check your pockets.” Kyungsoo, one of Baekhyun’s other groomsmen had whispered

“I already did.” Chanyeol snapped back. 

Baekhyun started to whisper reassuringly that you didn’t even need rings. 

“Nothing will stop me from marrying you today” 

“Check your inner pockets.” Kyungsoo hissed, as you and Baekhyun became more and more anxious.

“They’re not – oh, son of a bitch!”

You think the entire room groaned in relief. 

His ears turned red in embarrassment as he sheepishly passed them along to you and Baekhyun.

Later in the evening, everyone sits at their tables enjoying dessert.

You decided to go with a traditional three-course sit-down meal. 

Currently regretting your decision to not change out of your wedding dress for the reception, but damn you felt sexy in your lace backless mermaid gown.

Baekhyun’s jaw practically fell to the floor when you’d walked down the aisle.

One of the servers approaches your table with a huge smile, “Could I get you anything else?”

In unison, you and Baekhyun reply “More of the ice cream cak-”.

You both burst into laughter.

“Wow, can I marry you again?” he gushes.

You press your lips to his cheek and whisper in his ear.

“I’d marry you every day if you didn’t mind us going bankrupt.” you tease.

Baekhyun snorts, followed by the sound of someone clearing their throat.

You forgot the server was standing there. 

“Apologies for the interruption, I just wanted to confirm that you both wanted more of the cake”.

You nod, blushing slightly. “Two more servings of cake for me and my husband please!”

Baekhyun gushes in excitement at your use of his new title. 

When the waiter steps away you continue where you left off. Baekhyun is already leaning towards you and offers you his free hand, you grin and high five him. 

“Excellent decision making Mrs Byun” he grins, moving in to steal another kiss. 

“You guys are giving me toothache” complains your brother Sehun. 

You look over to see him shaking his head with a grimace. 

“You brat, this is my wedding!”.

You tickle the side of his ribs playfully, forcing him to crack a smile.

“You’ve got yourself a keeper” You overhear Junmyeon, Baekhyun's co-worker slur. 

You look over just as he affectionately throws his arm around Baekhyun’s shoulder, looking like he’s about to tear up, his cheeks tinged pink from the effects of the open bar. 

“Eh hem!”

Chanyeol stands up and taps at his glass trying to gain everyone’s attention.

Not seeming to realise how hard he’s tapping until the glass loudly shatters everywhere.

“OH SHIT!”

With everyone’s attention caught, Chanyeol sheepishly wipes the spilt champagne off his trousers. 

“Well that certainly BROKE the silence” he stammers nervously, trying to laugh it off.

Junmyeon laughs hysterically while Sehun pretends to gag.

Chanyeol kicks off the speeches for the evening, talking about how he first met Baekhyun in grade school, becoming best friends over their love of yu-gi-oh and ferrets and giving a short recap of all the pranks they’d pulled together.

You notice Baekhyun sinking in his chair as Chanyeol reveals how he had wanted to be a Ballerina when he was little.

You gasp for air, laughing at the image of your husband wearing a tutu.

Instant payback comes in the form of your maid of honour recalling the time you got super drunk during your first year of college and tried to fight the cardboard cut out of your favourite boy band member in the middle of a shopping centre.

She didn’t even spare you and leave out the part where you proceeded to sob when his head snapped off.

“The mall even made her pay for the standee and she brought him home!” 

You hide your face in your hands as Baekhyun vibrates with laughter next to you.

“He lived in our dorm until we graduated! But alas, he was no match for Byun Baekhyun!”

You shoot her a death glare as she finishes up her speech, your guests laughing happily around you.

After the speeches are finished, the DJ announces that it’s time for you and Baekhyun to have your first dance.

The lights around the edge of the room dim as the dance floor lights up. You and Baekhyun stand, walking hand in hand to take your places at the centre of the room. 

Everyone else forms a circle around the edges of the dance floor, phones and cameras out at the ready. 

Baekhyun places one arm around your waist and holds out the other. 

You, in turn, place your hand atop his and the other gently on his shoulder, just like you had been practising the last couple of months.

The lighting of the dancefloor shines around him, highlighting every beautiful angle on your husband’s face. You feel giddy over the knowledge that you get to kiss his beautiful lips for the rest of your life. 

The soft piano of Sam Kim’s ‘Would You Believe’ slowly fills the room as you start to dance, floating under Baekhyun's hold as he leads you around the room. 

It all feels so effortless, just like your love. 

You wrap your arms around Baekhyun, pressing your body tightly against him as he steals kisses from your lips. Your friends and family clapping and cheering. 

The DJ offers for the rest of the room to join you on the dance floor, but everyone blurs in comparison to the man holding you. 

You aren’t sure how long you’ve been slow dancing with Baekhyun, your head resting comfortably on his shoulder and his face buried in the crook of your shoulder and neck. 

“The moment I first saw you,

I was so attracted to you,

I didn’t weigh out my thoughts and just talked”

You shiver as Baekhyun sings softly in your ear. His voice, low and melodic.

“The answer is you…

My answer is you,

I showed you my everything,

You are my everything...

Because I was so sure”.

You inhale sharply as his hand slips lower to rest on the curve of your back, just above your ass as he continues to serenade you.

“Hey” you whisper, kissing just below his ear. “Wanna sneak away?” 

Baekhyun gazes down at you, a devilish glint in the amber hues of his eyes. 

“I thought you’d never ask” he grins, pulling you into a heated kiss.

“Get a room!” 

You think Jongdae shouts out from somewhere behind you, you both laugh and break your kiss to look over at your group of friends. 

It looks like they’re playing some type of drinking game over at one of the tables. Chanyeol is already passed out, slumped over the table. 

Baekhyun takes your hand and leads you out of the room before anyone else can catch you slipping away from the party.

It was getting late anyway and you have a flight to catch to the Maldives in the morning.

You were staying in the venue overnight, a beautiful manor house in the countryside. 

You knew a lot of the guests were also staying, so you could catch them at breakfast before your airport taxi arrives.

When you arrive at your room Baekhyun suddenly scoops you up in your arms making you squeal.

“What are you doing” you giggle. 

“I’m carrying you over the threshold!” 

“Uh what about the room key?” you snort. “Ah, shit...it’s in my pocket”.

You reach your arm down behind you, feeling for his pocket. “Wow is that a big key or are you just happy to see me” you gasp. 

You make it into the room, Baekhyun placing you back onto your feet and unzipping your dress all in one swift movement. 

“What the-” He cuts you off as he presses himself against you, mouth hungrily catching your lips as he walks you backwards and lays you gently on the bed.  

He steps back to loosen his tie and clicks a button on a tiny remote that you didn’t even notice him pick up.

R’n’B music begins to pulse from the speakers as he saunters back over to the bed. 

No sleep tonight We makin' love until the sun shines down on us No sleep tonight We makin' love until the sun (yeah)

“What are you doing?” you snort.

Baekhyun bites his lip and waggles his brow as he presses you softly into the mattress. Running his hands down the smooth silk of your lingerie. 

“I’m seducing you, Mrs Byun”. 

You exhale happily, shuddering under his touch. 

“I’m all yours”.

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my favorite 2020 kpop songs

there were some bangers this year... this includes title tracks & bsides and everything else under the sun.

i always got shit to say and i always see youtube videos like this but i simply can’t edit so here we are

you never know - blackpink

okay yeah i didn’t really fw hylt or lovesick girls when i first heard them but when i listened to the album you never know really stuck with me... i never get sick of it. definitely the best track off the album imo. rosé’s prechorus has made me cry a few times ngl

alien - lee suhyun

alright miss thing... i was obsessed with this song when i first heard it... the pre chorus with the ooo ooo ooo and the switch to the chorus is so good it gets me every time. she’s cute i like her... while we’re here i’ll also mention i really liked her ost in your time for it’s okay to not be okay.. i loved that drama and that’s my fav ost from it.. but anyway

lalalilala - april

They Served. Big time. the music video is so pretty and the song was stuck in my head for 6 months straight... they really did the damn thing with this. kinda sounds like an apink song but that’s a compliment... overall this whole comeback was really good and deserved better. honorable mention : the bside on this ep you.zip is so good too

open your eyes - iz*one

this is all i listened to for months after bloomiz dropped... izone’s music is really a hit or miss for me and i didn’t really vibe with fiesta but i’m so glad i gave the album a chance because open your eyes is definitely in my top 5 releases of this year. their other bside dreamlike is really good too

the book of us : the demon - day6 album

now where do i start with this... to this day i am still obsessed with 1 to 10... like that’s gotta be the best off this album imo. zombie was so good and i really liked the lyrics. the album as a whole was really really good. i sound like a broken record

children - bvndit

oh boy... another one of my top 5 releases from this year. not only is the overall sound of this amazing but i love the lyrics too. these girls deserve so much better

d-2 - agust d/yoongi/suga mixtape

my king. i shit myself when this dropped ngl... i don’t even know how to elaborate on how much i love this. daechwita was stuck in my head for the longest time.. i think the highlights off this for me have to be people, honsool & dear my friend. this mixtape was really a moment.. i love yoongi y’all

love again - baekhyun / underwater - baekhyun

alright alright .. i put these two together since they’re from the same album idk but it took a while for candy to grow on me but i’ve loved these since i first heard them... i was Obsessed. the final bridge/chorus whatever the hell thing he does in love again put me into shock for 3 months straight and the beat in underwater is heavenly

the dream chapter : eternity - txt ep

this serve. has to be my favorite from txt yet... rookies with the best discography fr. i love dark concepts and really like that they did something different with this. can’t you see me was Amazinggg. fairy of shampoo has to be one of the best songs i’ve ever heard it’s insane. i also really liked eternally, who else has that range... Nobody. top to bottom this ep is really good, i hope they do another dark concept like this again soon bc this hit big time

eight - iu & suga

it took a while for this to grow on me but whew...when it did... kinda makes me feel like i’m in a coming of age movie and i like that, makes me nostalgic for that. eight soty, they both did great on this

# - loona ep

Now... Cmon. so what was either a hit or miss for a lot of people but something i think everyone can agree on is that the bridge is godsent. like that shit makes me cry sometimes. the music video was really good, i always come back to the subway/train scene. number 1 is also so damn good. overall i really loved this ep. they really ate with this one

eyes wide open - twice album

when i first heard this album i didn’t like it That much but it’s really grown on me lately. the whole retro trend was fun and then it got a little overdone so i was tired of it by the time this dropped but actually.. some of the bsides are insanely good. behind the mask is definitely a highlight for me, mina’s bridge is heavenly. i love mina so bad. but anyway, i can’t stop me took some time to grow on me as well but it always gets stuck in my head. i also really like up no more & depend on you, they’re cute

maybe - gidle

Y’all... i love this song. it’s short and simple but it was so addicting to me. i really like that one part in the last two choruses if you know what i’m talking about (i’m not sure who sings it ? some people say soyeon some say shuhua idk, shuhua my queen btw) and soojin’s verse in the bridge hits. to this day i’m still obsessed with this song

a song written easily - oneus

this is so underappreciated, this is easily one of my favorite title tracks released all year. i’m not a huge fan of beat drops but this one was really nice imo, i also liked the lead in before the drop and the final chorus. this was really good and i never get sick of it

wannabe - itzy

CUT THE DAMN CAMERAS.... no fr this is my #1 favorite song released this year. talented brilliant incredible amazing... itzy seriously ate up everyone with this. i keep going back to this song it’s insane. iconic choreo good mv good styling amazing song.. like everything here lined up. i don’t know how they’ll ever top this for me. definitely my soty (next to psycho)

black swan - bts

this is excellent idk what else to say. i thought it was just okay when i first heard it but it’s seriously so good, me being yoongi biased i loved that he got multiple verses but i love the do your thing with me now breakdown part too. the choreo is one of my favorite from them and the mv was really pretty. black swan is one of my favorite movies so the comparisons with it made me love this song more. overall, probably my favorite off mots7

my time - jungkook of bts

jungkook always has the best album solos fr. i loved this the second i heard it, kinda justin bieber esque but it’s so good. i love the lyrics and transition it takes thru the song. the chorus hits man.. this song always makes me a little sad but he really did amazing on this

monster - red velvet irene & seulgi ep

my queens what can i say. i was so excited for this unit and they did not disappoint. monster still hits, aged like wine. the best track is fr feel good, i still have it on repeat.. insanely good. seulgi really delivered with uncover, it’s so beautiful. i think sm’s intention was always to have a subunit this year but i thought it was smart to do while wendy was recovering, hoping for ot5 soon y’all..

never gonna dance again : act 2 - taemin album

taemin my king wtf!!! i loved criminal so i was really excited for this and of course... he always delivers. top to bottom i loved this album, he really did amazing on it. identity might be the best song i’ve ever heard... and of course i loved the collab with wendy 🙏 overall such a good album, taemin always serves the best

pporappippam - sunmi

what can i say i love a little retro tune. even though i just said earlier i was sick of it idc i loved this. sunmi always shows up, i don’t know what else to say. this song never gets old

dystopia : the tree of language - dreamcatcher album

i didn’t expect to love this album as much as i did... i don’t listen to it as often anymore but i can’t deny that scream was a major serve. every time i hear it it’s like the first time... their bside jazz bar was so good. dreamcatcher’s bsides always hit what can i say

12:00 - loona ep

Yes. why not is not necessarily my favorite title from them ever (it’s butterfly, btw) but it’s always stuck in my head... obviously i loved voice/star, was obsessed for weeks and i was happy they decided to promote it a little. styling on those stages were so cute btw. i also loved fall again from this ep, chuu sounds angelic on it. loona had some amazing cbs this year

la di da - everglow

Obsessed. i watched every stage as they dropped and listened to this every 5 seconds, Amazing. sihyeon really owned this era for me and shes my bias so of course i ate this whole thing up. this was definitely one for the books, what more can i say

literally everything gfriend released this year

this might be their best year yet for releases imo, i really liked how they tried out different concepts and sounds this year, i’ve always loved their music but the switch was refreshing yknow. crossroads was so good, i loved that mv. here we are is still on repeat almost a year later... and now APPLE. apple was so mf good. i love that they decided to do a dark concept, this song really fit them well, still obsessed w it. mago might be my least fave out of the 3 but it’s still so good. don’t even get me started on yuju in the mv.. Queen. i liked the subunits on walpurgis night, especially better me. gfriend had a really good year imo, they deserved more for it.

Anyways. that was my 2 cents.

wannabe & psycho soty

#kpop #red velvet #bts #itzy #twice #gfriend #so many good ass songs this year #hoping 2021 is even better... #txt #baekhyun #everglow #loona #taemin

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TIHM Ch.15 | BBH

Group: EXO

Member: Byun Baekhyun

Theme: Angst | Fluff | Rated M | University!AU | Football!AU

Word Count: 3,065

chapter 15

"Is this Lee Saejin?"

You just got home from school, and the phone rang as soon as you got in. 

"Ah, yes. Who's this?"

"This is the Family Care Hospital."

You quickly ran out of the house as soon as the caller told you about what happened.

Your grandmother was hit by a truck, and she's now in a critical condition.

"Grandma..." Your tears streamed down your cheeks as you hastily got inside of the hospital. You frantically asked the nurses on the counter, lips quivering in fear and anxiousness. "W-Where's she?"

"Ms. Lee?" A nurse called you and gently led you to the waiting area. You looked around with your eyes wide, breathing fast as your hands clasped together. "Calm down, Saejin-ssi. Your grandmother is inside the operation room. They're trying their best to..."

Everything was fading rapidly.

You couldn't hear what the woman was saying. You were in this black hole, and all you wanted to do was cry and scream in fear.

You couldn't lose her.

Not her.

"P-Please." Your voice broke as you sobbed on your seat. Your shoulders shook while your tears continuously flowed down your face. "I-I can't lose my grandma."

But it seemed like you weren't really favored by luck.

"I heard she lost her grandmother."

"Suits her right for being a slut."

"Maybe karma is working!"

"She shouldn't have done that, what a shame."

You were still in that black hole. Still in that corner. Still crying. Still being consumed by sadness.

Still alone.

You started to learn how to hurt yourself to refrain from being numb. 

You pinch your skin too hard. You punch the wall too hard. You scratch your wound too hard. You tug on your hair too hard. You hit your head too hard.

You needed to feel.

And those kids in the university were making it easier to do so.

Your body straightened as the coldness hit the top of your head. Laughters and snickers were heard as soon as you locked the door of the cubicle you were in.

"Oh damn! That must be so cold!" 

"Shush! Let her enjoy it silently."

"I'm surprised she didn't scream."

"Let's go!"

Your lips quivered as you slumped down on the toilet. With water droplets trickling down your hair, your clothes dampened. You shivered as you felt your skin getting too cold.

Despite the bad intention, you were grateful for those bitches. 

Your hand gripped on the cutter in your pocket. You let out a pained sigh as you shook your head.

You would have used a more painful way to feel.

"Saejin-ah."

You slowly closed your locker door. With blank eyes, you turned your head to the person who called you. You didn't bother gasp as you felt your lips dry.

Park Yong Sun.

"I-I'm sorry, Saejin-ah." She cried as she looked down, her dark hair falling on her face. You just stared at her vulnerable state. Everyone around you seems to be interested and curious about what's happening in your life. "I-It's my fault."

Your eyes watered as you looked at the person who you trusted your everything with. Your best friend that grew up with you, stayed with you, and cared for you.

What made her do this?

Was it the cuts on your wrists? The bruises on your temple? Maybe the red marks on your neck? Or was it your busted lip? Which one made her feel guilty?

"I-I'm so sorry—"

You walked past her, limping as you went out of the hallway. You didn't want to hear the rest. You didn't want to listen to her lies, or her justifications why she did that. You didn't want to see her again.

She didn't deserve it.

"She's here!"

"Is it true that she's the reason?"

"How can she appear here as if she didn't do anything?!"

You were wrecked when you heard the news. You weren't supposed to care or to be involved. 

"Park Yong Sun is dead. She killed herself."

And you cannot comprehend how it is your fault again.

—

"Say ahh." Baekhyun said as he carefully nudged a spoonful of ice cream on your lips. You complied quickly and ate it, trying to avoid a much more embarrassing scenario in public. "Good girl." 

"Shut up."

Wondering what you are doing with that puppy?

It's just your first date with him—let's change that.

It's your first acquaintance gathering with him.

"Let's go play!" He excitedly said as he threw the empty cup away, dragging you again around the mall. Girls were ogling at him as he walked past. You couldn't help but to roll your eyes. He was just wearing a plain oversized white shirt that slightly shows off his broad chest, and a pair of glasses sitting on the bridge of his nose.

He looks like a good boy, and everyone digs it as usual.

You were supposed to be taking a day off alone, but then Baekhyun knew, and he just couldn't leave you to spend the day alone. He's been stuck on you for the past few days, and it was annoying but comforting at the same time.

After a few minutes of walking, you got inside a game station. There were a lot of kids and teens playing, and it was almost crowded. You felt uneasy as Baekhyun easily got through it.

You both walked until you were in front of a huge screen with two guns in front.

"I'm not good at these things, Baekhyun." You whined as he gave you a huge weapon that supposedly kills zombies on the screen. He just grinned and patted your cheek before getting his. "We're just going to die, I'm telling you."

"We're not, baby. I'm here." He winked as he clicked the start button. Your heart thumped loudly as the game began. "Just follow my lead, okay? If you didn't know, I'm a damn good player."

"Oh I know that, Byun. You are a player."

Baekhyun grunted as he knew you were talking about a different thing.

You almost squealed when a zombie suddenly appeared in front of you, making you instinctively pull the trigger of your gun. And another one on the side, and on top, and on the farthest left!

Baekhyun watched as you single-handedly killed the zombies attacking you. He smirked as he looked at the screen, keeping up his game so he won't lose to you.

"I think I should be threatened, baby. You're a good player too." He laughed as he quickly pulled the trigger, killing as many zombies as he could. You grunted as you breathed in and out loudly, hands gripping on the weapon tightly.

After an hour of playing around the game station, you sat down on a bench with a tired smile on your face. Baekhyun went to find a vending machine to buy water, so you waited for him outside the game station.

You were looking around the place, taking in the sight of the stores and stalls, when a group of girls were approaching while giggling.

"I saw him here earlier!" The one in front said as she led her friends to the game station.

"Was he alone? I bet he wasn't!" The other girl exclaimed incredulously behind her.

"I don't think so. But hey, we can separate them for a while, don't you think? And we can play with him instead."

They all giggled together like fucking bees, pushing each other to the place until they all stopped. It was quiet as you leaned your back on the glass, becoming a bit impatient already.

"Babe. Sorry, did you wait long?" The familiar gentle voice that Baekhyun has been using on you said, making you look up at him. He was kind of sweating as he held out a cold bottle of water. "The vending machine inside was broken, so I needed to get to the working one outside."

You smiled gratefully as you took the bottle and quickly took a sip on it. You glanced at the girls, who were surprisingly still at the entrance, and looked back at the boy in front of you. Baekhyun has his eyes only set on you.

"Sit down." You patted the space on your left, and he easily complied like a dog. You took another gulp of water before giving it to Baekhyun, who took it with hesitation. "Aren't you thirsty? You're even sweating." You pulled out your handkerchief from your pocket.

"Ah, it's okay—" Without a word, you patted his face with your hanky. His eyes were wide as you willingly wiped his sweat. His lips parted when you wiped even his neck. He glanced around a bit, and saw that there was an audience behind him. He smirked at you. 

"It's not good to just dry off your sweat—" You said seriously as you glared sideways at the girls watching. 

You were fully composed until Baekhyun decided to join your little roleplaying.

"Anything for my baby." He said loudly as he leaned on your touch, lightly kissing your wrist as he did. Your cheeks were instantly in flames as you watched him. "I just love getting tended by you like this."

You bit your lip as your hand stopped on Baekhyun's cheek.

Your eyes went to his own, feeling drawn to his gaze. His hand held yours that was on his cheek, he smiled as he gave it a peck, letting his lips linger on your skin.

"Thank you." He mumbled as he sighed in relief. He slowly intertwined his fingers with yours, letting your hands rest on his lap. He drank from the opened bottle of water that you gave him earlier, drinking from the same spot you drank. You gulped down the lump forming in your throat before looking away.

"L-Let's go?" You asked as you glanced back at the murmuring girls behind him. Baekhyun nodded and stood up hand-in-hand with you. You led him out of those girls' gazes, taking lead in dragging him around this time.

You let out a breath of relief when you were finally out of the people's curious gazes. You stepped onto the escalator with Baekhyun behind you, and still had your fingers intertwined with him. You were deep into your thoughts when you felt warmth on your neck.

"Where are we going next, Saejin-ah?" Baekhyun whispered, his breath tickling your ear as he leaned on your shoulder. You almost shivered at his low voice.

Am I out of my mind already? This guy is a freaking playboy! He knows how to play!

"We are eating. I'm hungry." You mumbled as you got off the escalator, dragging him to follow you. You saw your favorite fast food chain, and grinned. You pointed at it. "There. We'll eat there."

Baekhyun watched as your eyes twinkled while you waited in line. He can sense your excitement and happiness at the moment, and he's loving every second of it. He was just behind you when a guy kept on bumping on your shoulder. You glanced at the man and furrowed your brows.

You chose to ignore it until the man almost fell over you. Baekhyun was quick to think and tugged you closer to him before the man fell. The people around were shrieking and asking for help. That man, with no question, is drunk.

"You alright?" Baekhyun asked as he hugged you from behind, feeling your body turn rigid as you looked at the man before you. "Were you hurt?"

The man was already being carried by the staff, and finally got out of the line. Baekhyun squeezed your arms as he didn't hear you responding. He decided to be the one who orders for the both of you.

With you in his arms.

Yes, you saw that right. 

Unbeknownst to Baekhyun, you couldn't think and speak clearly because of him. Because he was too close to you. Because he is currently hugging you from behind as if he was a koala bear!

Is he crazy? Well, I guess I am too because I'm letting him do this!

"Yeah, that will be all." You heard Baekhyun say to the cashier, arms falling from you for a second to grab his wallet. You instantly walked to the side, surprising him and the cashier. You didn't dare look around because for sure, everyone was watching the scene unfold before them.

"Come on. Let's grab out seats." Baekhyun mumbled as he grabbed your hand and walked around the place to find empty seats. Fortunately, there was a two-seated table near the counter.

You couldn't look at him straight. You just looked at your hands on your lap. The hands that finally got used to holding hands with someone else because of him. Your cheeks blushed as you recalled the times you held hands with him.

Oh no, Saejin. No. 

"Saejin-ah? Baby?"

Your head snapped up at Baekhyun, eyes wide as if you were a deer caught in headlights. Baekhyun raised his eyebrows in worry.

"You okay?" He asked, lips pouting as he looked all over your face. "You didn't get hurt earlier, did you?"

My heart is wavering, Byun. I'm not liking it.

"No, I'm fine." You said as you weakly smiled at him. He frowned as if sensing you weren't. "Really. I'm just kind of tired." 

His body was warm.

He suddenly smiled.

"Were you getting possessive earlier, baby?" Baekhyun leaned on his hand on the table, his eyes crinkling in delight. "I saw those girls you glared at. Were they looking for me?"

Your eyes widened as your eyebrows shot up in surprise.

Was that being possessive?! I just disliked the fact that he's getting attention everywhere!

"Tss. No way." You spat as you looked away, sighing in relief when the waiter arrived. 

Baekhyun just wouldn't drop it though.

"I'm certain you were claiming me at that moment, Lee Saejin. " Baekhyun grinned as he watched you quickly shoving fries in your mouth. "I saw it in your eyes, and they don't lie."

"Think whatever you like. I was just being kind, that's all." 

He took a sip on his coke, eyes never leaving your face. You were angrily chomping on your burger, making him chuckle while he watched you.

"I wish you'll always be kind then." He mumbled, making you look up at him. "I won't look anywhere else anymore if you're just right here."

You probably look like a hamster now, with all the food stuck in your cheeks. Realizing this, you quickly chewed on it and gulped them down. You drank your soda, hoping to clear both your throat and mind as you did.

"I'm serious, baby." 

You stopped moving as you heard his deep voice, one that he hasn't used often when he casually talks to you. You looked at him again with wary eyes. His gaze was gentle, but at the same time, hard. 

He's serious. Damn serious.

"Let me court you."

Your mouth gaped at his words. 

Byun Baekhyun courting me?! Is this a scam?

"Y-You? Courting? Me?" You stuttered as you pointed at yourself. Baekhyun nodded. You chuckled humorlessly. "You should think about it—"

"I have." He said sternly as he stared into your eyes intensely. Your lips parted. "I've been thinking about it everyday since I met you. And I've only got one conclusion, Saejin."

You shook your head at him, losing your appetite.

"You don't know me, Baekhyun. You might fancy me now, but I'm sure you'd be out of my sight in a few days." You said bravely with a straight face. The happy and soft atmosphere before was ruined in one moment. "You're used to change, Baekhyun. I'm not sure if I can take that in. I'm not sure if I'll be strong enough to be broken again. I'm not sure if I can bear with it."

Baekhyun's eyebrows furrowed as he watched your eyes welling up. He didn't want to see those tears flowing on your cheeks. He didn't want to make you cry.

"Hey, hey." He quickly stood up and dragged his chair beside you. You sniffled as you looked away. "Baby. Hey. Don't cry. Okay, I'm not gonna push this courting shit on you. I'll wait, okay?"

What if he knew about what happened before? Wouldn't he be like everyone else? Would he disappear too? He's popular, and to stay popular, he needs to. He would be ruined because of me. I don't want to start something that I know will just bring pain to both of us.

You silently cried as he hugged you, pressing your head on his broad chest. You felt comforted by his warmth and his scent. His hands caressed your back as he quietly spoke to you.

"I just wanted to prove to you that I'm willing to court you and make you my only one."

You unexpectedly snorted at his cheesy words, making him pout. You chuckled as you saw him looking down at you.

"Sorry, that was too cheesy I couldn't handle it." You whispered on his chest, a smile tugging on your lips. "I understand, Baekhyun. I hope you can understand me too, until I'm ready to open up to you."

He smiled at your reply, pushing away the fact that you just snorted at his wonderful line.

"Okay, deal. No courting." He mumbled as he kissed your temple. You groaned at his sly advances. "Flirting then?"

"Oh shut it."

"You like me too, right?"

"I didn't say anything about that—"

"You do, Saejin-ah. You're just fighting it."

Your lips jutted out as you realize he was right—

AM I? AM I LIKING THIS PLAYBOY?! NO WAY, LEE SAEJIN.

"I like you, Lee Saejin." He whispered as he hugged you tighter. "Being this close to you makes me so happy." He nuzzled his nose on your hair like a puppy wanting attention. 

"And you smell damn amazing—"

You quickly pushed him away and sat up straight. You ate your burger again as if nothing happened. You wiped your eyes with your sleeves, and chewed on your food. Baekhyun was still beside you, frowning at your response.

"Eat, Baekhyun." You sternly said as you nodded at his food. He sighed as he grabbed his food, but stayed beside you as he ate. Your lips tugged into a smile as you drank your soda.

You're scared, but maybe, just maybe...

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Tagging my loves: ❤

@forbyun | @neogoturback | @jisungispilledmyuwus | @shesdreaminginoverdose | @mongryong-the-corgi | @baekhyunsdangerouswoman | @itsbaekhyunsbutt | @lalalala-lav | @thoughtsofapril | @byuniieo | @feline-xiu | @banddits | @jummyjammy | @bunniemyeon | @jddcfc-blog | @half-moon-x​ | @byunxo | @byunbeautifulb

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♫ Ch.16

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[sooibian]

Flambé | F | Complete

Description: pull up a chair. take a taste. come join us. life is so endlessly delicious. - ruth reichl

Notes: Chef!Soo 

Chapters: One | Two

Moodboard by the amazing @pororodks​

Niche memes by the hilarious @changshapatrol​

Reference notes:  yt channels: maangchi, one meal a day, bore.d, honeykki; netflix shows: midnight diner, street food: asia, chef’s table

Word count: + 20.1k 

Between a Rock and a Hard Place | F / M |

Description: It’s Sehun’s wedding party. Kyungsoo knew these couple of hours with you were going to be anything but pleasant, however, he didn’t expect things to spiral so quickly. 

Notes: Established Relationship AU, Fluff, Crack, Loosely inspired by the anime Horimiya, sexual themes, themes of sadism and masochism (nothing explicit), slight swearing.

Word Count: ~ 2.7k

So Let's Runaway | F / A | Ongoing

Description: A bachelors trip turns into a soul-searching journey when an unlikely group of three travels through the scenic landscapes of Spain. Their experiences present them with opportunities to mend bridges, face their fears and fall back in love with the true essence of life.

Notes: Fluff, angst, humour, travel AU, road trip through Spain, travel buddies Chansoo, Grief, loss, heartache, toxic relationships, mildly explicit language.

Chapters: Prologue >> Costa Brava >> Seville >> Cuéllar

Word Count: 8.3k so far

Tempting Fate  | A | On hold

Description: You’re forced to make a choice between a present that you didn’t choose and the idea of what could have been.

Notes: Arranged Marriage AU / Exes AU Ft. Minseok

Chapters: One | Two | 

Moodboard by my dear friend @pororodks​

Word Count: ~7.6k and counting 

Dittany | F | Collab

Description: broken bones and a tedious detention - can I still say that this is the best christmas i’ve ever had? it’s because I found magic in him - the big eyed, dark haired, hufflepuff boy. funny I say that as a witch! but sadly, good things don’t last forever.

Notes: Slow burn, young love

Word Count: ~ 16.5k

Edit by @jaeyoonurl​

Twist of Fate | A |

Description: Much against your wishes, you are back in your hometown to write about the murders of two young women - your only ticket out is the criminal psychologist who has been assisting Superintendent Kim Minseok with offender profiling.

Notes: Serial killer AU - angst, grief, loss, murders, descriptions of anxiety, reactive and attentive immobility, asphyxiation, indicative of humiliation, explicit and graphic situations.

Word Count: +3.7k

Twice As Much | F | 

Description: Of kitchen disasters and little savants

Notes: Dad!Soo

Word Count: ~1.1k

Moodboard by the loveliest @kyoonqs​

Quiet Like Love | A |

Description: The end was always so close in sight.

Notes: Exes to lovers AU

Word Count: ~ 1k

Edit by @jaeyoonurl​

An Eye For An Eye | A |

Notes: Experimental work, Ambiguous AU, mildly triggering

Word Count: ~ 1.2k

DRABBLES

Palette | F |

Waiting | F / A |

Deviant | M / F |

Play Date | F | 

Untitled | F |

The Spy Who Loved Me | A |

Description: An obsessive cat and mouse chase

Notes: Assassin Reader, Spy Baekhyun, dark comedy, angst, heavily inspired by season one of Killing Eve

Niche Memes by the hilarious @changshapatrol​ : one | two

Word Count: ~ 2.8k

My Lovable Curse | A | Complete

Description: Not even in his wildest dreams had Baekhyun thought he’d have to team up with you to take down one of the most notorious criminal masterminds, CEO of tech company Stratio, Doh Kyungsoo.

Notes: Spy AU, Assassin AU, angst, dark humour, thriller, inspired by Killing Eve. Sexual themes, indicative of depression and anxiety, blood, weapons, violence, language. This fic is continuation to The Spy Who Loved Me but it can be read as a standalone two-shot. 

Chapters: One | Two

Word Count: ~ 12.5k 

Moodboards: Baekhyun | Minseok by bestie @his-mochi-cheeks​

Like Father, Like Daughter | F |

Description:  Your three year old is growing up to be just like her father - Byun Baekhyun. Can you handle it?

Notes: Dad!Baek, easily the most popular story on this blog 

Word Count: ~ 1.1k

Moodboard by the loveliest @kyoonqs​

Little Miss Byun | F |

Description: Miss Byun is not so little anymore and dad!Baek is trying to do his best to…adapt.

Notes: Dad!Baek again!

Word Count: ~1.6k

“Clay”-doh | F |

Description:  "When was the last time we did something together as a family?" you ask Baekhyun and...it backfires.

Notes: Dad!Baek...yet again!

Word Count: 1.4k

Star-Crossed | A / F | Collab

Description: In his struggle with his inner demons and the outside world, will Baekhyun succeed in saving the one he loves?

Notes: Romani AU, magical realism, fluff, angst, mildly explicit, implied smut, secret relationship, knife related superstitions

Word Count: ~8.2k

The Daisy Oracle | F |

Description:  In the days leading up to Baekhyun’s enlistment, you find yourself dissecting every word of his and he’s been saying...all the wrong things.

Notes: Fluff, soft angst, a hint of spice, established relationship.  To accommodate this anon request, the story does not take the “BBH public service worker” route.

Word Count: ~2k

Catch These Hands | F |

Description: Living with Baekhyun comes with its own challenges

Notes: Fluff (surprise!!!!), established relationship, make up artist and masseur Byun, a little bit of byuntae, and one (1) Eminem reference lol  

Word Count: ~1.7k

Trespassing is Prohibited! | F |

Description:  Byun Baekhyun has had enough. He finally wants to ‘man up’ and make you his. But things continue to spiral out of control all thanks to his friend, philosopher, and guide (a.k.a. The Worst Wingman Ever) Park Chanyeol.

Notes: Fluff! Fluff! Fluff! Crack. Friends to Lovers AU, University AU (ish), a very rambly Baek and a longwinded confession!

Word Count: ~ 3k 

Homebodies | F |

Description: when you get comfortable with each other…a little too comfortable

Notes: Gamer boyfriend Baek

Word Count: ~ 1.1k

Stranger Things | F | Completed

Description:  While waiting to receive Kyungsoo at the airport you run into an insufferable someone - Byun Baekhyun. Despite yourself, you are unable to resist his charms. 

Notes: Meet cute. lawyer!Baek, farmer!Soo

Chapters: One | Two | Three | Four

Word Count: ~9k

Freed | A |

Description: Dedicated to smol bby @vampwrrr ’s magnificent mistresspiece Sweet Lies. A headcanon exploring SL OC’s thoughts after Baekhyun’s confession.

Notes: Dark themes, destructive thoughts, Ambiguous AU

Word Count: ~1.3k

Hands Where I Can See Them | F |

Description: Minseok is protective of you to say the least and has only just begun to accept your relationship with Baekhyun. But all hell breaks loose when he witnesses something he shouldn’t have.

Notes: Overprotective hyung Minseok, byuntae Baekhyun 

Word Count: ~1k

Forget Me (Not) | A |

Description: …only his smile will set you free

Notes: Loss, Ambiguous AU, Late!Reader

Word Count: ~ 1.1k

DRABBLES

Untitled | F | first fic!!

Tangled | F |

Walk on Memories | F / A |

Talk To Me | F |

Who Cares | F / M |

Light | A |

The Swear Jar Equivalent | F |

Untitled | F |

Tempting Fate  | A | On hold

Description: You’re forced to make a choice between a present that you didn’t choose and the idea of what could have been.

Notes: Arranged Marriage AU / Exes AU Ft. Kyungsoo

Chapters: One | Two | Three

Moodboard by my dear friend @pororodks​

Word Count: ~7.6k and counting

IRS and Prejudice | F |

Description: In which Kim Minseok is nothing like other bosses. Nothing.

Notes: Fluff!!! Frenemies to (maybe) Lovers? Office AU with some references to ‘The Office’, flirtatious, cat-whisperer, Aries Minseok vs Aries reader!

Word Count: ~ 2.7k

DRABBLES

Allow Me To | F |

Wherever You Are | A / F |  Collab

Description: When you least expect it, love, quite literally, sweeps you off your feet.

Notes: Romani AU, magical realism, romance, angst, drama ™ (i grew up on a healthy dose of Bollywood and it! shows!), secret relationship, heavily influenced by Mmmh Kai

Word Count: 9.5k

Heal | A |

Description: You don’t need his heart, for it belongs to another. All you need is for him to tolerate you.

Notes: Arranged Marriage AU

Chapters: One | Two | Three

Word Count: ~4.1k

DRABBLES

Untitled | F |

Mortal Combat | F |

Description: It’s you vs Chanyeol in the Muay Thai arena

Notes: Park Passion Alert!!

Word Count: ~1k

DRABBLES

Haven | A |

Wedding Crashers | A |

DRABBLES

Tell Me You’ll Stay | A |

The Man Of My Dreams | A |

DRABBLES

Resolution | F |

Untitled | F |

Paragons of Virtue | Childhood AU |

DRABBLES

Untitled | F |

Beginner’s Luck | Sci-Fi |

DRABBLES

Mine | F |

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exosnet 

bbh-net 

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FIC-RECS

#exo masterlist #okay this took a while to make #feels like an accomplishment :)

[thepoeticfirefly]

Always You (Chanyeol x Reader// Baekhyun x Reader) One

Summary: She never intended to fall in love with her best friend knowing that doing so will hurt what they already have. But what she never wanted was to hurt them both in expense of her feelings (to edit if i think of a better summary than this crap)

Genre: Angst/Fluff; high school to college au; chanyeol & baekhyun x fem!reader

Disclaimer: this story is mine and any stories with a similar plot is a coincidence. this is story is purely my imagination; moodboard is mine, i really worked hard doing it and I know it's not that good but it was my first time doing one but it was fun😆

Warnings: none, just angst

Word Count: 1.8k+

part 1, part 2, part 3, part 4, part 5, part 6, part 7

It was late at night and the only sound was the screeching of vehicle from the movie playing in the TV. Y/N watched eagerly, completely engrossed in the movie. She sat on the couch in between Chanyeol and Baekhyun who she hadn’t turned to nor paid any attention for the last hour. That was until she felt Chanyeol lay his head on her lap.

“Umh, Chanyeol? What are you doing?” Y/N asked, surprised at his actions.

“Umh, sleeping? What do you think it is?” Chanyeol replied, opening his eyes, making eye contact with Y/N. They stared at each other for a while, Y/N feeling a weird feeling that she couldn’t understand. Y/N blinked down at Chanyeol when he suddenly flashed her a grin.

Y/N got taken aback and threw her pillow down at his face. Baekhyun let out a laugh and Y/N turned to him, giving a confused look.

“What the-!” Chanyeol exclaimed, throwing the pillow away from his face. He gave Y/N a playful glare before shutting his eyes close. Y/N stared at him, her stomach doing somersaults. The longer she stared at him, the faster the butterflies in her stomach erupted. She felt herself unable to look away from him, her eyes scanning every nook of his face.

Y/N gulped, unconsciously bringing her hand to his hair, playing with it as he slowly snoozed off to sleep. Despite sleeping, his lips still remained its grin and Y/N felt her heart squeeze at the sight of him. She had completely forgotten about the movie and all she could focus on was Chanyeol’s sleeping face.

‘Was he always this attractive?’ Y/N thought to herself as she continued on playing with his hair. Her cheeks start to redden and a smile slowly etched on her face. Something about Chanyeol made her feel weird in a good way. It was a feeling she had felt about from other boys, just never with Chanyeol. And now that he suddenly had this effect on her made her flustered, still denying whatever it was she was feeling.

Y/N turned to look at Baekhyun to notice that he too, was not watching the movie anymore but the scene of his best friends being a little too intimate in front of him. Baekhyun searched her eyes, his face inscrutable. Y/N grinned at him, her cheeks pink and Baekhyun felt his stomach drop. He couldn’t believe it, but he was sure of it. Y/N liked Chanyeol, but he was not so sure about the latter. Baekhyun can’t help but feel terrible. Something about it just didn’t sit right with him, he just don’t know what is so wrong with it.

“Y/N…” Baekhyun trailed off. Y/N looked away from him and led her eyes back to Chanyeol. A strand of hair fell on her face, slightly blocking her view. She gulped again, stopping herself from playing with Chanyeol’s hair any longer.

“Baekhyun-ah, help me get him to his room” Baekhyun stood up with no protest and took Chanyeol away from Y/N, slinging Chanyeol’s arm on his neck. Y/N did the same with the other and together, they led the heavy tall boy back to his room.

Once he was tucked in on his bed, Y/N sat beside Chanyeol’s sleeping figure while Baekhyun remained standing, watching Y/N. Y/N stared at Chanyeol, the butterflies in her stomach still going on strong. After a few seconds, Y/N stood up and left the room without a word. Baekhyun glanced back at Chanyeol before following Y/N. That night was never spoken of ever again.

Y/N was snapped out of her thoughts when she heard her name called out by her groupmate. Saying a quick sorry, Y/N focused back on helping her groupmates solve one of the given problems given by their calculus teacher.

When finished, her thoughts went back to Chanyeol’s 17th birthday which was the night Y/N realized her feelings for him. That night was already months ago and they had already became 12th graders. Y/N suddenly realized that she had been liking the boy for quite a while now, her eyes unconsiously drifting to Chanyeol who’s talking to his groupmate, laughing about whatever they were talking about.

Y/N watched as Chanyeol laughed hysterically, smiling to herself knowing that the boy have the tendency to laugh at everything with his over the top actions. Her trance was once again broken when she felt someone lighlty smack her on the head.

Y/N looked up to see Baekhyun shaking his head disapprovingly at her “What?” Y/N asked, frowning at Baekhyun.

“He might as well melt by the way you’re looking at him” Y/N blushed at Baekhyun’s word, swatting his hand away from her. Baekhyun knew about her feelings towards their best friend, having asked her right away that night Y/N realized she like Chanyeol. Baekhyun wasted no time and Y/N was slightly glad that at least someone knew about her feelings. Because if no one knew at all, she felt like she would’ve exploded.

Baekhyun grabbed the seat next to her and sat down, placing his arm on her shoulder and whispered “Why won’t you just tell him?”

Y/N scoffed at his words and replied “It’s not that easy and besides, he doesn’t like me that way”

“How are you so sure he doesn’t?” Baekhyun prodded. Y/N gave Baekhyun a look “Because he’s my best friend. I don’t want to do anything that would ruin that”

It was sad but it was the truth. Y/N and Baekhyun looked at each other, Y/N giving him a look that pleaded with him to understand while Baekhyun scanned her eyes. He knew and very much understood. It’s just that it was painful for him to see her look at Chanyeol with so much adoration yet wallow herself in pain of Chanyeol never knowing how she truly felt in fear of breaking their already strong friendship.

Baekhyun longed for the old days where there was no drama, only the three of them being the good best friends they are. But it wasn’t like that anymore because of feelings that somehow grew in their group that threatened their friendship.

It wasn’t like everything is different. The three of them are still best friends and are still the way they are before. If anyone saw them, they would not notice anything out of the ordinary because everything was still the same. But at the same time, their relationship was already strained, though only two of them noticed that strain as Chanyeol was completely left out on the dark.

Their calculus class ended and it was already lunch time. Baekhyun dragged Y/N and Chanyeol to the canteen and then to their usual spot under the tree. Chanyeol chatted away a story that happened to him that morning as Y/N ate her food and Baekhyun respond whenever a funny moment was told.

“Hey hey, you two free this Saturday?” Chanyeol asked, his voice excited and his eyes wide in anticipation.

“Yeah, why?” Y/N asked, gathering their trash and putting it inside a plastic so that it wasn’t messy.

“You guys remember Mi Soo?” Y/N stopped in her actions, her eyes wide as she turned to look at Chanyeol. Mi Soo was Chanyeol’s crush since 9th grade. Baekhyun and Y/N had supported him back then and even rooted for him when he decided to confess. But unfortunately, he was rejected as Mi Soo had a boyfriend back then. Chanyeol promised that he would forget her and she was never mentioned again since then.

Baekhyun mirrored Y/N’s face. He looked at Y/N and gulped, worried as to what Chanyeol had to say.

“H-Han Mi Soo?” Y/N stuttered and Baekhyun cursed profanities in his head, giving Chanyeol a slight glare.

“What about her?” Baekhyun asked. Chanyeol gave his attention to Baekhyun, his eyes glistening in glee.

“You see, remember when I got detention last week? Mi Soo was there too! At first, I didn’t pay any attention to her but we got to sit next to each other and began chatting about this and that and we became friends” Chanyeol explained, almost laughing at how happy he was.

“And?” Y/N asked, Chanyeol turning to her to finish his story

“We began to chat everyday. I didn’t tell you guys at first because I knew you would be against it and I did only want to be friends with her. But, my feelings was slowly starting to go back and well, I asked her out! And this time, she said yes!” Chanyeol looked as if he wanted to jump around, his wide grin reaching up to his eyes.

Y/N stared blankly at Chanyeol, unable to react. Chanyeol noticed this and got confused, waving his hand in front of her face “Y/N? You alright?”

“You-!” Baekhyun started but caught his tongue. This got Chanyeol’s attention and was opening his mouth to speak but Baekyun continued “-should have told us!”

“I know, I’m sorry” Chanyeol apologized, regretting that he should’ve told them sooner. Baekhyun looked worriedly at Y/N who had her head down, refusing to look up and meet Chanyeol’s eyes.

“But anyway, Mi Soo and I are going to the amusement park on Saturday and I want you guys to properly meet her!” Chanyeol beamed. Baekhyun opened his mouth to refuse for the two of them but Y/N beat him to it and said

“Sure, we’d love to meet her” Y/N held a fake smile that made Baekhyun shiver. Her expression all over blared alarms in Baekhyun’s head, as if a warning that Y/N was planning something, something not very nice.

After dismissal, Baekhyun dragged Y/N to the library and went to the most secluded section. Stopping, Baekhyun looked around if anyone was around to hear them. After he was satisfied that no one would hear them, he held Y/N in the shoulders and looked at her intensely “Why’d you say yes?”

Y/N looked at him, as if innocent, and replied “Because he’s our friend. And he want us to meet his almost or maybe already girlfriend” Her voice turning bitter as she said the last few words.

“Are you insane? Or are you maybe a masochist? Y/N, what the hell?” Y/N chuckled at him, removing his hands on her shoulder. She put a hand on his shoulder and said

“Don’t worry, Baekhyun-ah. I won’t do anything rash” His eyes told her he didn’t trust her yet and so she continued

“Baekhyun, I said yes because if we didn’t go, it would be only them and that would be a date! And if we’re there, they wouldn’t do much and if they would, we would be there to stop them” Y/N said almost enthusiastically.

“That’s wrong Y/N” Baekhyun told her, his voice pleading. Y/N gave him a small smile “I won’t do anything wrong, Baekhyun. You’re there too. I trust that you won’t let me do anything stupid”

“I won’t always be there Y/N” Silence followed after Baekhyun said this. After a few minutes of just standing there, Y/N nodded, pulling him with her as she started to walk away “Come on, I’m sure Chanyeol’s panicking right now, looking for us” She said with a slight chuckle.

They went back to the classroom where Chanyeol sat alone with their bags. Y/N grabbed hers and Baekhyun’s to give him his. And together, they went out and went home. Walking together as they always had.

#exo #chanyeol #baekhyun #chanyeol imagines #baekhyun imagines #chanyeol x reader #baekhyun x reader #baekhyun x oc #baekhyun x you #chanyeol x y/n #chanyeol x you #chen #xiumin #kai #suho #sehun #d.o. #luhan #kpop #kpop scenarios #angst #baekhyun smut #kpop moodboard #exo moodboard #baekhyun moodboard #chanyeol moodboard

[kaiofc-blog]

HAPPY BIRTHDAY, YUMI ! ( PT. 1 ) + a baekai aesthetic.

‘ what about the first time you met him, did you know you loved him then ? ’

        ‘ god, ’ kai began with a shake of his head, attempting to ignore the instantaneous smile that came along with the mere mention of baekhyun. ‘ it just seems so long ago, you know ? we were freshman in university and everything, and i had no clue what i was doing --- i guess i’ve always been pretty consistent in that. ’ the dark haired male paused for a b e a t, as if allowing the memory to surface vividly in his mind. ‘ when we met ... god, we met in a bar off campus at like, TWO in the morning. it had been my usual hangout around that time, you could say, ’ kai shrugged. ‘ when he walked in i had no idea ... i had no idea what i was getting myself into. usually i’d meet someone in the bar, they’d come back to my dorm or i’d go to theirs ... but that didn’t happen with jung baekhyun. ’ nothing with him was ever normal. ‘ we played darts until the sun came up. can you believe that ? darts ? and ---- i’ve never been someone who’s believed in love at first sight or anything like that, and before baekhyun, i hadn’t really felt much of anything at all. but the moment he walked in ... i think something in me knew he was going to change my whole world.  ’ // @baaekhyvns

#( ❝ ✗┊ when broken boys fall together — 「 baekhyun. 」 #HAPPY BIRTHDAY !!!!! #LISTEN ILYSM /: #I KNO THIS ISN'T GREAT BUT I WANTED 2 SHOW MY LOV OK DJFSKDFJKDJ #i tried 2 show like ... // contrasts // between them n the things ??? they did during the break up if that makes sense??? #while baek dresses nice kai doesn't rly give a shit #nd whilst baek has maybe traveled a bit w his dad kai ? bar travels jdsjdfs #nd during the break up !! baek threw himself into work ( ??? i think i rmbr u sayin tht but call me out if not ) and kai threw himself into #other peoples beds #??? IDK HOPEFULLY IT MAKES SENSE #I LOV U AND HAPPY BIRTHDAY

[biaswreckingfics]

No Exit: Part 17

Author: biaswreckingyourlifefics

Genre: Mafia Au - Warnings? Everything that happens in a mafia au (but TW implied sexual assault)

Word Count: 3.6k

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Suho's POV

Suho looked over the documents in his hand as his men quietly waited for him. Everything was falling into place beautifully, and he'd have you back at the compound soon.

"All we need now is for Jongdae to tell us where they are. Once we have the location, we move," Suho dropped the papers onto the desk and looked up at his men. "Let's run through everything one more time. We can't afford any screw-ups. Sehun?"

"We've got enough weapons and explosives to demolish three city blocks. When everything starts, team one will set up the explosives, while teams two and three join us in the entrance."

It sounded good in theory, but Suho was worried about one team. "Chanyeol's team knows their positions and roles?"

Sehun nods while he leans back into his chair. "I've debriefed them on everything, and they know to fall under my rank while Chanyeol is unavailable."

"Perfect. Yixing?"

"Medical is fully stocked, and we have plenty of extras in case this goes upside down."

Baekhyun jumped in as soon as Yixing had finished. "Yixing will stay back behind the final team for coverage, and I'll enter with the second to last team and begin triage."

Suho nods, pleased with his men and their thoroughness. He was proud of how far everyone in the group had come since they first joined. He knew they were capable of accomplishing their mission, but Suho was worried about their numbers. They all were in command of their own teams, but he only had a rough estimate of how many Baem members there were, and estimates got you killed in this line of duty, so he had to be prepared.

"Minseok, have you been in touch with our allies?"

"I've reached out to three of them, but only one is available."

He stilled, not liking that answer. "And why is that?"

"The dragons have their own meetings taking place this week, so they're spread out thin, and the WDT has negotiations with the Baem and doesn't want to take sides."

"Well, they just did. Record that, and we'll deal with them after." At Minseok's nod, he continues. "So, who has decided to join us?"

"Bangtan."

The name caused the men to smile, and Suho himself was quite delighted. Bangtan was one of the other top groups in their world. They also have been one of EXO's closest allies for years. Whenever either group needed help, the other always stood by their side, so Suho should've known exactly who it was.

However, Minseok's next words had a smile growing even on Suho's face.

"They're not just sending their men... They're coming themselves."

"Oh, fuck. Yes." Jongin happily says, causing Suho to immediately turn to him and point.

"Do not use this as a time for your and Jimin's competition."

"Once Y/N is safe, we're definitely going to use this for our competition," Jongin tells him, completely ignoring Suho and causing him to sigh.

He knew there was no way around it. Every time Jongin and Jimin got together, they were hellions. Their competition to see who can make more kill shots was well known throughout the mafia world. There would be no stopping them.

"As long as she's safe first."

Jongin salutes him with his fingers. "Aye aye, boss."

At that moment, Jongdae bursts into the room looking winded. At his entrance, all of the men stand up.

"You got the location?" Suho asks him urgently.

Jongdae shakes his head and says, "No, but you all need to come see this."

Without another word, he turns and quickly walks back down the hallway. Suho immediately takes off after him, with the rest of the men following suit.

As they approached the front door, Jongdae pulls out his gun and clicks the safety off, causing the rest of the men to go on high alert. Everyone pulled out their weapons as Jongdae slowly opened the door.

What they saw was a man slowly walking up the driveway.

"Who is that?" Suho quietly asks.

"I couldn't tell from the cameras, but something is wrong. He's walking like a zombie."

The men file out of the house and form a line. With their weapons drawn, they waited for the man to get closer.

As he approached, Suho was able to get a better look at him, and it became clear as day that the man had been beaten to high hell, which is what was causing his zombie-like appearance.

Movement from his right causes Suho to look over. He watches as Sehun suddenly takes a step forward, his eyes widening in recognition.

"That's Minho, one of Chanyeol's men."

A few of the men relax once they realize it's an EXO member, but Suho was still weary as Sehun slowly approached him.

"Jongin, Kyungsoo, go with him."

They follow Sehun as he slowly walks over to the man. He was close enough that Suho could now see blood dripping from his mouth, and he instantly knew this was a dead man.

Almost as if on cue, Minho drops down into the grass face first. Sehun ran the rest of the way, causing the men to swear, and Yixing and Baekhyun immediately stepped forward to go help.

"Not yet."

Suho forced them to stay back. For all they knew, someone could've planted a bomb on him, or this could all be a trap. His eyes scanned the yard and driveway for movement.

Jongdae, who must've been reading his thoughts, says, "They dropped him off down the road. Nobody followed him."

Suho tensely observed his men as they looked Minho over, and once he heard one of them yell "clear", he relaxed. He watched the men as they stopped and stared at the body. Each man's eyes were glued to the same thing, but it was impossible to tell what from their distance. When Jongin slowly knelt down and began pulling at Minho's back, Suho got a very bad feeling.

"What is it?" He calls out.

None of the men answered him, but Kyungsoo did look over at Suho with a hesitant expression on his face, before joining Sehun and Jongin in studying whatever Jongin held in his hand.

The aura of the three men changed from caution to rage within seconds, and Suho's feet were moving before he even knew it.

Once he reached the men, Jongin held out what looked like a picture to him. Reaching for it, he turns the picture over, and his heart stops. It felt like someone had taken a baseball bat to his torso.

It was a picture of you. Your face and body were beaten and bloody. Your shirt was torn down, exposing your chest, and you were all tied up. You looked exhausted, scared, and pissed off, and for the first time, Suho let his heart go out to you.

He not only heard the outrage from his men as they walked up behind him and examined the picture, but he could feel it also. It was like there was a change in the electricity in the air. A deadly storm was coming, and EXO were going to be the harbingers.

"We need to move. Now." Sehun voices what all of the men were thinking.

"This is a taunt for you, Suho. They nailed that picture into Minho's back. They want to get a rise out of you." Kyungsoo tells him.

"Well, they just did." He replies, crumpling up the picture. "Jongdae, go through the satellite feeds and look for recent activity. If you see the leaders together at any of their buildings, flag it. Jongin, call Bangtan and let them know it's on. Also, call WDT and let them know they have one more chance to join us. If they don't, tell them they're next."

He turns toward their home and begins the trek back inside, his men following him in more ways than one.

"Suit up, boys. It's time to go to war."

A half an hour later, the men were strapped up and ready for hell. Jongdae had found the only building of the Baem's where all four of their leaders had spent a suspicious amount of time at, and Suho knew that was where you were being held.

Everyone was divided into teams, and each of their units knew their positions. They were all only waiting for Suho's command.

"Our allies?" He turns to ask Jongin before giving the orders.

"Bangtan is on their way. They know their job is to get Y/N since the Baem won't be expecting them. Our friends in the WDT have reluctantly sent over some of their men, and they're in place waiting."

"Perfect. Let's go skin some snakes."

Y/N's POV

You knew time had passed, but it was impossible to tell how much. In the beginning, you were keeping track of the guard shifts, but after a while, you had given up.

The Baem seemed so sure that EXO would be coming for you, but what if they weren't? It's not like Suho knew you were his sister. The only person that you had told about your brother was Baekhyun. Had he been able to connect the pieces? Or was he too distraught after Chanyeol was...

You shake your head, trying to clear it of thoughts of what were probably Chanyeol's last minutes. He died trying to save you, and it ended up being in vain...

You lean forward and let out a sob, accidentally pulling at your arm that they had broken a couple of days ago, when two voices suddenly catch your attention.

"We shouldn't do this."

"Who's going to stop us..? No one."

You helplessly watch as two of the goons walk in. You had seen them before and recognized the one from the previous times his eyes had crept over your body. The man had always given you bad vibes, and his outer appearance didn't help the situation.

The second man seemed timider and obviously just a follower of the first idiot as he continued to prove by standing over in the corner, instead of coming over by you.

You cautiously watched the gross man as he neared you. His eyes glued to your still exposed chest.

"Besides J, I know she wants this as much as I do." He tells his friend in the corner.

Frozen, you watch as he approaches you, but once his hand goes down to his pants and undoes his zipper, your frozen state disappears.

Ignoring the aches and pains, you begin struggling against your bonds, not caring if you broke your other arm in the process, as long as you were able to free yourself, but you knew you were shit out of luck. Your only hope of defending yourself was to use your teeth and bite the crap out of him if he came near your mouth.

A loud smack to your face stills you for only a moment, but it was long enough for him to grab you by your hair and hold your head still, forcing your eyes to meet his.

"Don't fight it, princess. I hear it hurts more that way."

Before he could do anything else, the three of you hear pounding footsteps coming your way. The man in front of you quickly lets you go and zips himself back up before the door flies open.

"Boss - "

"Shut up. Code black, do you hear me? Code black."

A lot happened after that. The two goons demeanors completely change. and they take off running down the hall, while the leader ran up to you and pulled a knife. Before you could process what was happening, he sliced through your ropes and yanked you up by your broken arm.

It hurt. Badly. It felt like your arm was being pulled out of your socket and sawed-off at the same time, but your body tried to follow your arm. The feeling in your legs was gone, making it almost impossible for you to stand, but you didn't have a choice because the leader was half dragging you down the hallway.

"What's happening?" You ask, but he shuts you down.

"Just shut the fuck up and move."

As you limp to keep up with him, the feeling in your legs returns, and you're able to gain enough stability that you were no longer being dragged behind him.

He pulls you up a flight of stairs into the warehouse above where you were being held, and the sight that greets you was an absolute bloodbath.

Chaos reigned all around you as you tried to take it all in. Bodies littered the floor, while loud gunshots exploded off the walls. There were men... everywhere. Some shooting at each other, others fighting with weapons or hands, and a few trying to pull their injured into hiding spots.

The shock had worn off the second the leader began pushing you toward what you assumed was an exit.

This was it. This was going to be your only opportunity to escape, and you were going to take it.

Immediately, you begin to fight back, shoving at his hands and kicking him wherever you could reach.

Anger flashed in his eyes as he tried to regain control of you, "You little bitch."

You quickly scan the area for a weapon, as you deliver one swift kick to his shin, but only see wooden pallets with boxes on them, nothing you could swing at him.

The leader straightens back up and attempts to reach for you again, but before he can get to you, a fist connects with his face, and he almost loses his balance.

Two men you had never seen before jump on the leader and begin to fight with him.

A hand falls down onto your shoulder, causing you to jump and whip around. You meet the eyes of another unfamiliar man and begin to back away, causing him to raise his hands in the air. His slightly chubby cheeks and full mouth caused him to look way too innocent to be involved in all of this.

"It's okay... I'm here to help you."

"Who are you?" You immediately ask.

"My name is Jimin. I'm a friend of Jongin's. We came to help them."

Your eyes widen, and you turn to frantically search the warehouse for EXO. The closer you look, you begin spotting familiar faces. Off on the other side of the warehouse, you spot Jongin and D.O. fighting back-to-back.

You hear your name shouted from the left and look over to see Sehun knocking someone down about 30 feet from you.

"Go with them!"

A part of you wanted to tell him no, to stay and help them fight, but you knew you would just be a distraction, so you nod at him and turn to Jimin.

Another man had joined him, and he gave you a small smile, causing your eyes to notice a small scar on his cheek and his strong jawline. You watch as he shrugs off his jacket and hands it to you.

"We really need to get you out of here."

Grabbing his jacket, you quickly cover yourself up and allow the two men to gently grab you and guide you through the building. Jimin was, thankfully, very careful with your broken arm as he held onto you.

While they led you toward the exit, other men cleared a path for them, guarding them against both forward and surprise attacks.

The taller one senses your hesitation and leans down to tell you, "They're with us."

You nod and watch as they effortlessly pick men off left and right, showcasing their impressive skills.

Right before you get to the exit, you glance back into the chaos. The guys were still in there. Fighting with the Baem, and that was when it fully hit you. They came for you. They didn't leave you behind. They cared enough to fight this battle for you...

The two men usher you out of the warehouse into the first fresh air you've breathed in... you didn't even know... You had no idea how long you were held captive in that dark room.

Ironically enough, the sun was brightly shining in the sky, causing you to squint. Compared to the darkness in the warehouse and the storm of the battle inside, it was almost too much for you.

At that moment, you noticed the men guiding you toward a black van, and a part of you slows down and lets the panic inside your chest build.

"You're safe, Y/N. We're going to take you back to EXO's safe house." Jimin tries to reassure you, but his words caused you to worry in a different way.

The fact that they were leaving and not going back in to help the boys wasn't sitting right with you.

"What about EXO? Aren't you going to help them?"

"They're going to meet us there. As for the fight, Suho wanted us to focus solely on getting you back."

A tall man tells you as he walks in front of you. Something about his actions made it obvious he was their leader, and if what they were saying was true, you had no choice but to trust them.

Once you reach the van, the men all pile in around you. The second man who helped you, the one who gave you his jacket, helped you again when you were getting into the van.

Curious, you turned to him once he sat down and said, "Thank you..."

"Jungkook."

"Thank you, Jungkook, and Jimin, and ...the rest of you."

Without turning around, someone from the front tells you, "You can save the thanks until after we get you back with EXO."

Nodding to yourself, you stay silent as the van pulls away and heads out to the road. It was quiet, except for their movements. The men, clearly still running on adrenaline, couldn't sit still. Someone was always moving something. A foot, fingers, something.

"So... who are you guys?"

A man from the row in front of you turns toward you with a big, boxy smile.

"Bangtan. Have you heard of us?"

Something in the back of your mind wiggled. There was a familiarity to the name, but you couldn't place why.

"Maybe... it sounds familiar."

"We've been friends with EXO for years. Actually, there was this one time when Jongin and Jimin - "

"Shut up." Jimin interrupts him.

You turn to Jimin, a connection finally being made in your mind. Jongin had told you plenty of stories about him and Jimin and the crazy shit they did.

"You're Jimin!"

He looked over at you in surprise. "You've heard of me?"

"Oh yeah. You and a boy named Taehyung - "

As the name left your mouth, the man with the boxy smile slowly turned around, his face morphing into a clear "uh oh".

"I'm guessing that's you, isn't it?"

He turns back to you again and smiles, "Guilty."

Before you could respond, a loud explosion comes from behind you and rocks the van. Whoever was driving slowed the van as the rest of you quickly turned in your seats to see what happened.

A giant, black cloud of smoke poured into the sky, and you knew right away it was the warehouse. Your heart plummeted into your stomach. Your friends were in there. Your brother was in there. There was no way they could've all gotten out! They were in mid-fight when you left!

Immediately, you start pushing at Jungkook and Jimin trying to get one of them to move so you could get out of the van, but they both quickly grabbed your arms and got you under control.

You felt the van start to move again, and you tried to fight harder.

"What are you doing?! We have to go back!"

"That wasn't the plan we made with Suho." The leader tells you.

You stare up at him in disbelief as all of the men slowly look at the ground or out their windows.

"You have to be joking! Aren't they your friends? How can you just leave them behind?"

You felt wetness spill down your cheeks and knew you were crying, but you couldn't bring yourself to care. You turn towards Jimin and try to get him to look at you.

"Jongin is in there!"

His jaw tenses as he continues to look down at his lap but says nothing.

One of the other men turns back to look at you with a cold stare. "You need to calm down. You think this is easy for us?! We're fighters, and those are our friends, but we don't know what happened. For all we know, EXO was the one who blew the place up. They had other help there beside us, and if it wasn't EXO who did it, then we need to get out of here now. So, I need you to take a deep breath and attempt to calm yourself down."

You try to listen to him and take a breath, but you couldn't stop your mind from wandering. What if they weren't the ones who set off that explosion? What if they didn't make it out?

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Chapter 12: A Boy Like The Sun

Lei’s POV

It was the best dream I ever had— the feeling of Sehun’s lips against mine. His touch was gentle— so gentle that I shouldn’t have felt it long after the moment passed, so faint that it shouldn’t still seize my heart and squeeze my lungs empty and wipe my mind of every thought except those of him. 

Sehun. Sehun, who was never mine. Sehun, who made me believe for a fraction of an infinity that maybe everything in life had led to that moment when he filled my every sense and painted my every thought and memory with colors that I had never seen once with open eyes. 

My best dream. My favorite dream. The dream that blessed me too many nights before and after it became a curse. The dream I would bring back to life every day of every week even if it ended the same way every single time. 

The problem with dreams coming true is that you always wake up or the dream becomes a nightmare. 

Never in a million years would I have believed that his smile and his laughter— the luxuries that were once so rare and more brilliant than the sun in my childhood world— would conspire to break my heart into a million little pieces that were too jagged and sore and bloodsoaked by the piano to pick up and fit back together.

Yes, it was my first kiss. 

He was my first kiss. 

Sehun was my first kiss. 

Sehun. 

And I wasn’t shy— just humiliated by his laughter at my expense. I was just humiliated that I couldn’t catch my breath. I was just humiliated by the urge to kiss him again because it— he— Sehun was everything I was afraid of wanting or needing to feel like one of those people who can smile in the sun and really mean it no matter how many eyes try to rip them apart. 

And I was, for a fleeting second that I wish with all of my soul had lasted forever, proud to have shared my first and only act of intimate affection with Sehun because I always imagined that he was so much more than handsome before he broke my heart with a smile and a wink. 

And if he would have loved me, even in his broken joke of a way that impaled me through the chest, I would have forgotten my refusal to date— just for him. I would have let him in every door, I would have helped him climb over every wall because — well— every wall crumbled at his touch. Not even his ill-timed laughter and mockery would rebuild them. Every door was always unlocked for him, and his kiss blew them wide open with a wild gust of tornado hurricane wind, and it would take all of my strength to lock them.  

I guess I have Minseok to thank for saving my pride. If he hadn’t called Sehun to his side and allowed me to run up to my moonlit bedroom where I could reconstruct my defenses— the defenses that I once imagined applied to everyone but the one who already held my heart in the palm of his hand— maybe I would have acted on that urge to rise on the tips of my toes to kiss Sehun again and again and again even if it was just a joke to him and Chanyeol, even if his heart could never swell for me or break for me, even if I could never look at him while remembering the beloved boy who was always beautifully too far out of reach, always opposed to love despite frequent expressive actions, always just slightly out of step, never quite on the same page, tragically never on the same path for long, never once in a million daydreams close to being mine. 

I closed the door on years of memories, years of looking at one person who never needed to look at me to have my love, years of falling for Lucas’s adamant belief that everything works out for those who are meant to be together, years of praying in the tiniest, most irrational piece of my heart that Sehun and I would someday—

Every thought died when I made eye contact with his poster that hung on my wall since his debut. All at once, as I removed it pin by pin, imagining that this was exactly what I would have to do in my mind with every one of his memories if I ever wanted to stop bleeding, tears streamed down my cheeks. 

Would you think that I’m pathetic if I told you how hard it was to be angry with Sehun for hurting me? Would you think that I’m weak if you knew how long I struggled to pack Sehun’s poster back into its container? Would you call me a fool if you knew that I almost left his photocards up on the wall because I wanted so desperately to remember him without that stabbing ache in my chest— because I wanted to forget that he told me I was annoying for following him and that he laughed at my first kiss and that he dashed my every conception of him? 

I don’t care if you would. 

It killed me to lock our memories away in that box. It killed me to unfasten his bracelet. I hated that I couldn’t just close my eyes and think of Sehun as I always had. I hated that I couldn’t trick myself into believing the lie that nothing had changed— that I wasn’t shattered. 

I don’t care if you think I’m weak because I don’t care about being strong anymore. After all this time, I have accepted that there is only one person who has ever held the power to fragment me like that. I have accepted that I am foolish enough to trust him with that power in every universe. What’s worse: I am okay with spending all that time crying in the dark if it gives me the vaguest hope that he could love me someday. 

I was hugging Sehun’s note that came with the bracelet against my chest when Lucas burst through the door, smiling and unsteady on his feet. “Baekhyun spiked the punch!” He cheered, holding up a clear glass of red liquid. “I brought you some!”

Lucas’s smile faltered when he sat on the foot of my bed. Setting the cup down on the floor, he asked, “What’s wrong, Lei?” 

And before I could decide what was worth sharing and what was worth locking away in the box, I threw myself into Lucas’s outstretched arms, sputtering, “Sehun— Sehun— Sehun—” 

I couldn’t say anything but his name. The name that still made my heart swell. 

Realizing that I couldn’t say anything else, Lucas ran a comforting hand up and down my back, promising, “It’s okay. Just let it out.” 

Until the embarrassment of baring my raw emotions overwhelmed the ache of a broken heart, I sobbed into Lucas’s shirt. If he didn’t smell so different— if he didn’t feel so different— if his voice didn’t sound so different, I would have imagined that (instead of Lucas) Sehun held me together that night. 

When I finally ran out of tears that Lucas could dry, when I finally untangled myself, I rubbed at my eyes. “I’m really tired.” My words blurred together in a pathetic mumble. 

“Oh,” Lucas hummed. He scratched at the back of his neck. “Well, if you’re sure—” I nodded— “then I’ll just go back downstairs.” He picked the alcoholic punch up off of the floor. “Just text me if you need me, and I’ll come running.”

“I know.” To prove that I would be okay alone— that I could heal alone— I tried to force a smile. Just before he walked out of the door, I asked, “Can you take that box away for me?”

“Sure,” Lucas agreed before knowing its contents. After taking a glance at Sehun’s picture, he swore, “I’ll take good care of this for you.” 

Practicing my hand at pretending to be strong despite the growing urge to snatch my box away from Lucas and return its contents to their rightful places, I lied, “I don’t care what you do with it.” 

Lucas blinked. He didn’t believe me, but he didn’t say so. “Someday you might,” was all he said before walking away with every token of my memories with Sehun.

If I thought that the memories would fade with those objects out of sight, I must have been disappointed breathless at the number of scenes that played in my mind as I stepped out of my white dress and heels into a set of sunflower pajamas. When I settled into bed, rubbing at the headache forming around my temples, I realized that I would never forget Sehun. Only with the greatest exertion of effort would I be able to hide my love for him (and my humiliating utter desperation for his love) behind a mask of exaggerated anger. 

Here’s the truth, if you want it: I didn’t love Sehun any less after he kissed me at that Christmas party. It was with great difficulty that I avoided him over the following two years. The embarrassed anger that would eventually swell in my gut with his mocking flirtatious remarks wasn’t an immediate response. For a while, I was still stupid enough to swoon at his glance. 

I was lying in bed, dreaming of how I would survive without surrendering any more pieces of my heart the next time I saw Sehun, when three knocks sounded at the door. My eyes opened wide to the sight of Baekhyun tiptoeing into my bedroom as if he were afraid to wake me. 

Although Baekhyun and I were not especially close, I didn’t feel bothered by his sudden, unannounced, unsolicited appearance. Spurred by curiosity that burned through my sadness, I sat upright and quipped, “Come on in, Baekhyun.” 

Turning toward me quickly enough to flick his orange-dyed bangs out of his eyes, Baekhyun broke into a glittering smile. “Thanks for the warm welcome!” 

He turned back to trace the outline of the place where Sehun’s poster stood for years. His touch was careful, hesitant as if he feared that the wall would crumble under pressure. “I was looking for the bathroom. It’s a happy accident that I ended up where you are.”

Owing to his devious smile, I didn’t believe that anything Baekhyun did was an accident. Still, I was afraid to say something that would send him away. Forgetting that I wanted to be alone just minutes ago, I didn’t offer him directions to the bathroom. “A happy accident,” I repeated under my breath.

He said, “The party is boring without you,” although he hadn’t said a word since ‘hello’ at the start of the night. “Can’t I convince you to go back with me?”

“I would follow you anywhere, Baek.”

My hand clamped over my mouth after the words fell out as if in an ill-timed effort to contain them. I don’t know why I said that. I had never followed Baekhyun a day in my life— not even that time at the SM showcase when he tried to lead me away from the first Sehun-induced heartache. 

“Anywhere?” Baekhyun winked and melted the block of ice in my chest. 

Stupidly, as if enchanted by his smile, I nodded, conditioning, “Just not tonight.” Although Baekhyun asked for no explanation as his gaze dropped down to his feet in a perfect picture of disappointment, I said, “My heart is too heavy tonight.”

“What if I carried it for you?”

Thinking that he couldn't have been serious, I laughed until I felt his eyes on me. Something about the way he looked at me took my breath away— made my heart thunder as if it wasn’t broken— made me forget that I was supposed to be crying, mourning a dream that I never should have dreamed. 

Once I found my voice, I said, “I couldn’t ask you to do that.” 

“Somebody else is holding it,” Baekhyun muttered, likely assuming that I wouldn’t hear. He reached for the ribbon on my vanity— the one I wore on my debut stage— and I raced to reach it first. 

But I couldn’t beat Baekhyun. I don’t know why I tried in the first place. I don’t know why I didn’t want him to touch the item I hadn’t looked at since the first and only time I wore it. 

The ribbon was radiant in his hands. As he traced his fingers over it, eyes widening and glittering as if it were an artifact of his wildest dreams, I told him, “I’m holding my heart. I can feel it pounding. Breaking. Aching. It’s mine again, for the first time that I can really remember, and I wouldn’t give it to someone like you in its current condition.” 

In a wounded whimper, Baekhyun repeated, “Someone like me?”

My heart stilled. I was quick to explain that I wasn’t trying to insult him. “Yeah. A boy like the sun.”

Baekhyun’s eyebrows pinched together to form little wrinkles in his forehead. “The sun?”

“Yeah. Somebody who can smile in the sun and mean it no matter how many eyes try to rip them apart.” I burned at how easily I could speak to Baekhyun, who was little more than a friendly acquaintance, when I was a stuttering, blubbering mess around Lucas, who was my best friend. 

The stars shone in Baekhyun’s eyes a thousand times brighter than they ever did in the sky. I couldn’t look away from them. I couldn’t forget them. Sometimes, I count them when it’s hard to fall asleep. 

“That’s what you think of me?” Baekhyun beamed. His smile made me smile too. “You think I’m like the sun?” 

“You’re probably brighter than the sun, Baek.” 

Suddenly, he was too bright, and there were too many parts of myself that I wanted to hide in the shadows. Although I didn’t want to, I needed to look away from Baekhyun’s smile. My eyes fixed on the ribbon in his hand, and I reached for it again. 

Holding it just out of reach, Baekhyun looked down on me with a muted form of his sunshine smile. “Have you ever heard about ribbons and soulmates?” When I shook my head, flushing at the word ‘soulmate,’ Baekhyun continued, “I learned about it from my second favorite love story. Apparently, if you give a ribbon to someone or if someone gives a ribbon to you, your souls will be tied together forever. So be careful of who you give this to.” 

Struggling to imagine that Baekhyun was the kind of person who watched or read romantic stories, much less believed romantic superstitions, I narrowed my eyes at him, waiting for some outburst of laughter. “Do you really believe in that sort of thing?”

Baekhyun shrugged. “The couple in the story was together forever, so it can’t hurt to be careful.” He pressed the ribbon into my palm. His skin was fire against mine— a flame that warmed but didn’t scald. I think that’s the first hint that I was dreaming. Feelings like that don’t exist in real life. 

Maybe I scalded him, though. Maybe I gave him frostbite. Baekhyun’s hand flinched away from mine, and he looked down at it as if expecting to find a scar or a blister. There was nothing there.

Frowning, I said, “I’m sorry if I hurt you.” 

Baekhyun looked up from his hand to meet my eyes. “Huh? You didn’t hurt me. You could never hurt me.”

I wanted to ask him how he could be so sure about something like that, but I didn’t even want to imagine hurting Baekhyun, so I made a joke instead. Grinning down at the ribbon in my hand, I asked, “You gave this to me. Does that make you my soulmate, Baek?”

He blinked a few times, mouth falling agape before a smile broke across his face. “Don’t make a big deal of it.” 

Those words— they struck a familiar chord within my heart, within my memory. I closed my eyes and remembered a golden pink sunset coloring a cotton candy sky, a crown of white roses, a white rose in his coat pocket, a fountain where we made wishes. Deja vu. The memory with Baekhyun that played in my mind had never happened, but still I— I could feel it. 

The last time I heard him say those words to me, did I want to kiss him as badly as I did that night in my room? I must have. Whether it was in another dream— because surely, this was a dream— or another lifetime, those words must have inspired the singular desire to bridge all distance between us. 

The dream prompted me to take the first step toward him— the first step I had ever taken in my life— ribbon still in hand, and I would have brushed my lips against his in pursuit of some cosmic miracle if he didn’t wheeze, “This isn’t how it’s supposed to happen.” 

My eyes, which I must have closed in preparation for some eclipse, opened to the sight of Baekhyun’s eyes swimming in tears. I would have done anything to take that look from his face, even if it was a figment of a dream turned nightmare. Leaping away (despite my persisting desire to cling to him) because I knew I was accidentally the source of his tears, I opened my mouth to apologize. 

Baekhyun didn’t give me a chance, though. Gnawing at his lips as if he was afraid that I would try again to kiss them, he bowed to me. “I’m sorry, Lei. There’s something really important that I have to take care of. Don’t—” A tear streamed down his cheek— “If we’re dreaming, don’t forget me when we wake up.” 

Before I could promise that I wouldn’t, he bolted out the door without glancing back. He was gone just as suddenly as he appeared. And I missed him. I miss him. 

Maybe Baekhyun knew how to carry others’ broken hearts, and maybe he didn’t need permission to do so. After he left, and I settled back under my blankets, the ache in my chest was almost gone. 

I fell into dreams about him— laughing down by some lake, arguing in some darkened corner of an SM banquet hall, talking by the side of some pool, driving through my hometown late at night with the sunroof down, tossing coins into a wishing fountain, stumbling into his arms at a party where we matched from head to toe. Dreams— maybe they’re memories from another life. Maybe I woke the next morning, haunted by the hope that I loved Baekhyun in another life and that maybe, someday, if I did everything right, I would get to live that life again. 

I dreamed of Baekhyun, burned as I wondered how I would ever face him, squirmed as I debated whether he was in real life anything like he was in dreams. 

And then I remembered the dangers of wasting one’s life dwelling on dreams— even the best ones. And I learned to be content with his mischievous glittering smiles and the memory of the stars in his eyes. And I never quite packed it away— the hope that there would be a time for him someday. 

Of course, I think I forgot just about everything when I saw him again— the one who could send me falling with just a glance. 

Sehun. 

Maybe my heart was mine, but that was only due to the force with which I held it whenever Sehun stood too close, calling it to him without words. That was only due to the scowl that I sculpted onto my face whenever the white-hot sting of his laughter wasn’t a distant enough memory. 

And even then, if I’m really honest, if I hold nothing back, I’ll admit that my heart was secretly (not-so-secretly) his all that time.

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[junmyeoneyesmile]

you can’t stop the flood pt 3

summary:

en·e·my

/ˈenəmē/

noun

    a person who is actively opposed or hostile to someone or something.

 irene never thought one day she would live in the enemy’s side. but when a mission goes wrong and everything turns upside down, she wonders for what she was really fighting for.

 (or, the one in which x-exo’s scientist irene falls in love with exo’s leader, junmyeon.)

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part 1 / part 2 / part 3

genre: obsession AU, EXO vs X-EXO, romance, slow burn, angst (with a happy ending?), fluff (maybe if you squint), smut (it’s here)

relationships: irene/junmyeon, past irene/sehůn, implied chanyeøl/wendy, side baekhyun/chanyeol, one sided taeyeon/baekhyun.

length: three shot

chapter word count: 10.096

author’s notes: finally, the last part! I thought about putting some warnings in this chapter (is thigh riding even a warning, tho) but in the end, I don’t think it’ll be needed 😂 even thought I would say that it’s definitely mature content, I don’t think it’s that explicit? well 😂

I really want to thank one of my best friends for being the beta reader for this fic, and also thank you to everybody who read it 💚 hope you all enjoy this chapter too!

p.s: at some point in this chapter, Junmyeon will play a song on the piano, and since I don’t want to give any spoilers, I’ll just leave the link for it here, so you guys can check it when you get there. (x)

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The next day, Irene didn’t go to the cafeteria.

No one showed up to bring her breakfast, but the girl didn’t mind it – she wasn’t hungry. In truth, she wasn’t feeling good at all.

The night was really hard, and she barely got any sleep, her mind racing with thoughts. That morning she was especially on edge, thinking Junmyeon might come looking for her again - but he didn't show up.

That left Irene with a strange feeling, even when she kept telling herself she didn’t want him to come.

Around lunchtime, Taeyeon came to see how her leg was doing, and suggested that the two of them could go have lunch together. Irene had no excuse to deny that, and truth be told, she was starting to feel hungry. So, she just went with Taeyeon.

Probably because it was still early, EXO’s table was empty. Irene tried to pretend she wasn’t eating too fast, but still, she left the cafeteria as soon as she could. Irene had asked Taeyeon to use the lab that afternoon, to make some of the serum Jongin had asked her, and the doctor allowed it.

Being in a lab was something Irene was used to. It was familiar, and over there she could be practical again. It was a safe space for her.

She took her time while working, trying to do things at a slower pace than she used to. Still, that didn’t take long, and in less than an hour, Irene had finished it.

With no other options, she returned to her room. But Irene was feeling anxious, and after much consideration, in the end of the afternoon she decided to go out and take a walk.

On her way to the gardens, she passed the training ground, where Sehun and Jongin were practicing - and Junmyeon sat on the side, watching them.

Irene was going to keep walking, but Jongin saw her before she could leave.

“Noona!”

She waved awkwardly.

“Hey, Jongin.”

He left the ground, walking to her.

“People were saying you went to the lab, today.”

“Ah.” Of course, gossip spread quickly. “It’s true. I made the serum for you. When you want, you can go get it. I was going to tell you.”

Jongin smiled.

“Really? Thank you!” Irene nodded. “Hey, don’t you want to watch our practice?”

Irene glanced at Junmyeon.

“Hm, I don’t know, Jongin…”

“Come on, I’m sure you’ve never seen me in action from this close. I was beating Sehun.” 

“No, you weren't!” Sehun protested, and Jongin gave a mischievous smile.

“Come on.”

Denying it right in front of them without a convincing reason was going to sound strange, and things were already weird with Junmyeon as they were. So she accepted, and went to sit a little further away.

But she could feel Junmyeon’s eyes on her.

Still, Irene tried to focus on the training that was taking place in front of her.

Jongin was holding a target, teleporting to different places in the field. Sehun followed him, shooting arrows to hit the target. He did it, but never in the middle.

It was obvious Jongin was focusing, but there was a playful smile on his lips, different from the wicked ones she was used to seeing in Kāi. Despite that, Irene was aware of how strong the boy was.

Somewhere in her mind, she remembered that it was Jongin who had broken Chanyeøl’s ribs that day.

“Hyung!” a different voice broke out on the training ground, and everyone turned to see Jongdae walking towards Junmyeon, his expression serious.

“What happened?” Junmyeon asked

“They’re attacking people at the border again. There’s a house on fire.”

“Where are Baekhyun and Chanyeol?”

“Already on their way.”

“Alright, go get the car.”

Irene observed their fast dynamics, Jongdae leaving followed by Sehun, who didn’t wait for orders. Junmyeon turned to Jongin.

“Go over there, but don’t attack. Wait at least for Baekhyun and Chanyeol.”

Jongin nodded, serious.

“Yes, hyung.” he said, and immediately disappeared, leaving Irene and Junmyeon alone.

They looked at each other. She wanted to say something, she really did, but the words got stuck on her throat.

Junmyeon didn't wait.

Irene continued to look at the door long after he left.

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She had never felt that way before. Irene had never felt that sensation, that agony of waiting for someone.

She had lost all the people who were important to her at a very young age, so she never had to deal with attachment, with hoping, with worry, not for a long time. Irene only cared about herself.

And she was fine with that.

But as the hours passed and she waited for them to come back, Irene found herself in a place of complete despair – with her hands tied, she couldn’t do anything but wait.

The image of Junmyeon leaving played on repeat in her mind. The image of Junmyeon lying on the bed was burned in her retinas. The image of Junmyeon smiling at her, and the thought that if anything happened, she would never see him again.

And what was going on? How were they? Irene didn't have Chën's cameras there to follow the fight. She had nothing to do but worry and wait.

Wait.

That was crushing everything inside her, and the thoughts of what could be happening there were making her feel sick - because Irene knew what X-EXO was capable of.

She knew what their goal was.

Irene sat in the cafeteria until no one else was there, and she kept looking at her watch as the hours passed. And that devastating feeling never left.

It was well into the night when she heard the voices.

And Irene ran.

She ran through the halls, until she saw the six boys in front of her.

They were all there, dirty but appearing to have only minor injuries - Sehun was the only one who had to lean on Chanyeol.

Behind them, Junmyeon was looking at her. He had a cut on his eyebrow, but other than that, he was fine.

He was fine.

Irene wouldn’t know how to explain that feeling of relief. She wanted to go to him, wanted to hug him, to feel his touch and smell his skin.

But at the same time that all these feelings came to her, with them also came a realization.

She cared about him. God help her, she liked this man more than she would admit to herself.

But Irene knew what those feelings would bring. She was reminded of the pain, of how hard it hurt to lose someone she cared about. Irene promised herself to never get this close, to never feel too much.

Never.

That hit her harder than anything.

“Are you okay?” she heard Taeyeon’s voice, who had arrived there at some point.

“Yes, but Baëkhyun cut Sehun on the side of his stomach.” Chanyeol told her.

“I’m fine.” Sehun said

“Let's go to my office, I'll take care of it.”

Irene turned to the blonde.

“Let me go with you. I can help.”

The doctor seemed surprised.

“They all have minor injuries, but they need to be treated. I can help.” Irene continued.

Taeyeon didn't hesitate for long - probably because she needed the help.

“Alright. Let’s go.”

None of the boys complained, probably too tired for that even if they wanted to. Irene felt Junmyeon's eyes on her, but she didn't look at him as she followed Taeyeon to the medical floor.

There, she focused on what she did best. Irene took care of Jongin, Jongdae and Baekhyun, while Taeyeon stayed with the other three. Junmyeon kept trying to approach her, but she didn't give him an opening, focusing on the boys she was taking care of.

Irene knew she would fall apart if she talked to him at that moment. 

When everything was finished, Irene finally looked around, but Junmyeon wasn’t in the room anymore. Taeyeon was still stitching up Sehun, but she said she could do it alone, and thanked Irene for her help.

So the girl left, going to her room, thinking about everything and nothing at the same time.

Why was this happening to her? Why now?

And why him?

Everything was already too complicated as it was.

When she got to her room, Junmyeon was there - waiting for her at her door.

It was almost too much, just seeing him.

“You should be resting.” Irene said, trying to keep her composure.

Junmyeon kept looking at her, but didn’t answer. Irene tried to get past him to go into the bedroom, but he held her arm.

“What do you want?” she asked, trying to sound indifferent, but obviously failing.

“I want you to talk to me, Irene.”

The expression on his face was breaking her.

“I have nothing to say to you.” Irene said, her voice almost shaking.

“Then why were you waiting?”

“I wasn’t waitin-”

“You were waiting.” He interrupted her, resolute. “I saw your face when we got here.”

“I wasn’t.” she repeated, and now her voice was definitely shaking. “I wasn’t.”

“You’re lying.”

Irene tried to keep her head up.

“Believe what you want, Junmyeon.”

He frowned.

“Why do you keep acting like this? Why do you keep being distant, when I know that’s not what you want?”

Irene shook her head, not wanting to hear that, but he held her shoulders.

“Let me go, Junmyeon. I don’t… I don’t do this…”

“You don’t do what?”

“This!” she exploded, moving away from him. “I don't do this! I don't wait for anyone, I don't care about anyone! I only care about me! Because I only have myself!”

Her vision was getting blurry, and Irene hadn't noticed, but tears were already streaming down her face.

“I can’t do this. I can’t do this again! Everyone... Everyone that I care about leaves. And I can’t...” she sobbed. “I can’t...”

Junmyeon moved, and in the next second, he was hugging her. She tried to pull away, without success.

“It’s all your fault.” she said, losing all her strength. “It’s all your fault…”

Junmyeon hugged her tighter, while she cried against his chest. He didn't ask anything, he didn't say anything. He just hugged her.

And in that moment, that was enough.

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She was tired of running.

Her legs were hurting, her mouth was dry and her eyes burned because of the fine dust in the air.

Joohyun tripped and fell, but this time she didn’t get up. She had no strength left for anything, and there were no more tears to cry.

She wanted to go back, but now there was nowhere else to go.

She was alone.

The scorching sun was burning Joohyun’s skin, but she didn’t move. Maybe she could just stay there. It would be so easy to just give up. Joohyun wondered if when she died, she would meet her parents again.

In the midst of her delirium, a shadow stopped in front of her. Joohyun blinked slowly, thinking she was seeing things - but when she looked up, there was someone in front of her.

A man, dressed in bright red.

He knelt in front of her, and Joohyun saw that he was holding a bottle of water. She immediately started to move, and the man helped her sit down, giving her the bottle. Joohyun drank without hesitation, too thirsty to think about anything else.

“Are you feeling better now, Joohyun?”

She looked at him. Joohyun was sure she had never seen this man in her life.

“How do you know my name?”

“Red force knows everything.” he told her. “We’re going to help you.”

Help me?

Joohyun wasn’t expecting help. She wasn’t expecting anything, at this point.

But she was tired. Tired and scared. Joohyun didn’t want to run anymore.

So when that man held out his hand, she took it.

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“Hey, noona! Sit here with us!”

Irene looked at EXO’s table, where Jongin was waving at her. Everybody was there, except for Junmyeon, which was strange. She hesitated.

“We have an extra chair, today.” Jongdae said, surprising her.

Irene looked at the other boys, but none of them seemed against it. Not even Chanyeol, who just kept eating his rice. So she approached the table and sat next to Jongin.

“Thank you.” Irene said, when he moved away so that she had more space. “How are you?” she asked. Jongin only had been cut on his forearm, but he didn't need stitches.

“I’m fine. The scar’s almost gone.”

“We’re all very thankful for your help last night.” Baekhyun said. “I know we’re a lot of work to Taeyeon noona.”

Irene shook her head.

“It’s nothing.”

After that, the boys got into other conversations, and she tried to not get in the way while eating her breakfast – until Sehun asked where Junmyeon was.

“He had to leave for a meeting earlier this morning.” explained Jongdae. “Because of yesterday.”

Irene wanted to ask when he was coming back, but stopped herself – and kept eating as if she hadn't heard anything.

That morning, Taeyeon had asked her if she could help with the work on the medical floor. Apparently, it was checkup day with the people who lived at Elyxion, and one of the nurses was sick, so she couldn’t help. Obviously Irene accepted, and the two spent most of the day in Taeyeon’s office.

Of course that didn’t stop her from thinking about Junmyeon.

Irene thought that occupying her mind would be easy if she was busy, but anytime she had a free time, he came to her head. The night before, after she had stopped crying, Junmyeon took her to the bedroom, and waited by the bed until she fell asleep. Maybe Irene was too tired - mostly emotionally - because that didn't take long.

When she woke up, the memories of the night before were very vivid on her mind. The warmth of Junmyeon’s embrace, the scent of his body. Thinking about it was enough to keep her calm.

Junmyeon was soft – he was very soft, where Irene was all rough. So even though she was afraid of herself, of where those feelings would take her, she was also afraid for him. Afraid she would taint him.

All of this was very foreign to Irene. Caring about someone more than she cared about herself. Wanting someone to be okay, despite all things. But with Junmyeon, it was like that. And she was starting to see she couldn’t change that.

In the late afternoon, when Irene was leaving the medical floor to go to her room, she met Junmyeon in the hall. The two stopped, looking at each other for a moment.

“There’s a place I wanted to show you.” he told her. “Can you come with me?”

Irene nodded, slowly.

Junmyeon led the way, and Irene followed him to a part of the building that she had never seen before. There was a flight of stairs almost hidden, and the two went up to the rooftop.

The place wasn’t as high as the roof she used to stay on the Exo'rdium, but they had a good view of the entire Elyxion compound over there, and a little bit of the city. The sun was setting, and the sky was turning orange.

Junmyeon guided her to a safe spot, where they sat side by side.

“I like to come here.” he said. “But I almost don’t have any free time, so it’s been a while.”

Irene watched the sun setting.

“I had a place like this that I liked to go, too.” She thought about the Exo’rdium. It seemed so far away, now.

They were silent for some time. Irene looked at Junmyeon, and then down to her hands.

“I’m sorry.” Junmyeon looked at her, and she had to look back. “About yesterday. All those things I said. I just…” Irene closed her eyes for a moment. “I was scared.”

Admitting that was probably one of the most difficult things she had ever done. Junmyeon didn’t judge her.

“Of me?” he asked, and Irene shook her head.

“No. Of feeling again.”

It was clear Junmyeon wouldn’t understand that, so Irene gathered all her strength, continuing.

“My parents died when I was young. It was in one of the attacks of the war, before the borders were delimited.” she stopped for a second, because it was hard. It was so hard to talk about that. “I had nowhere to go, but this agent from the Red Force found me. They gave me shelter, food, clothes, education. They told me I was going to work for a bigger purpose. So I just dedicated myself to that.”

Irene looked at Junmyeon, and she really didn’t want to cry again, but she discovered that was impossible.

“I had nobody but myself, Junmyeon. And it was easier that way. It is easier that way.”

He watched her for a while, before turning to the landscape in front of them. They could see the garden from there, and some children were playing on the grass.

“When I was young, these people came and took me and these boys to a lab, to be experimented on.” he started. “Those were the hardest days of my life, and I don't think I would’ve made it if I were there alone.” Junmyeon paused. “But the thing is, I wasn’t. We had each other. When we managed to get out of there, we knew it was going to be a difficult path. But we kept going, because we could count on each other. Even though it was difficult, and even though it might hurt, it was still worth it.” Junmyeon looked at her. “It is still worth feeling, Irene. I can’t guarantee you it will be easy. But it will be enough.”

Irene blinked her tears away, her breath heavy. Junmyeon held her face, stroking her cheek.

“I will never regret bringing you here.” he told her. “I will nev-”

She knew that if he kept talking, she would fall apart – so Irene leaned forward, and kissed him.

It was like being shocked, the sensation too much for her body. She was holding the collar of his vest with so much force, trying to keep herself straight. Junmyeon embraced her waist, bringing her closer, and that was all the support Irene needed.

She felt like she was drowning and Junmyeon was saving her, as ironic as that sounded.

His lips were soft.

It was Junmyeon the one to deepen their kiss, spreading her lips apart with his own - moving his tongue in a slow rhythm that Irene could do nothing but follow.

It was already too much and not enough at the same time.

Junmyeon moved a hand to her arm, slowly going up to her shoulders, then down to her waist again, and it was like he left a trail of fire in her skin. Her heart was beating so fast she felt lightheaded.

He pulled away, just enough their lips weren’t touching anymore, and leaned his forehead against hers. Irene was still holding his collar, eyes closed. 

“I won’t force anything on you.” he told her, and she felt his breath on her face. “But I do like you, Irene. Very much.”

I like you.

She opened her eyes, looked at him – at his soft lips, his warm eyes. This feeling of trust was so foreign to her, but with Junmyeon’s arms around her like that, Irene couldn’t ignore how she felt, too.

So she nodded, feeling the tears fall again, and pressed her lips to his one more time.

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The next day, Irene sat on EXO’S table again.

It felt easier, and it was a lot more natural – especially because Junmyeon was there, too. They weren’t acting different or anything, but the mood was obviously lighter. And Irene definitely felt more relaxed, with him by her side.

“Jongin, do you want to train, today?” Sehun asked, at some point in their conversation.

The green-haired boy shook his head, swallowing his food.

“I can’t, I’ll make some deliveries with Junmyeon hyung, today.”

“Is it today? I didn’t remember.” Sehun said, seeming a bit upset.

Deliveries? Irene looked at Junmyeon, slightly curious.

“We’re going to deliver supplies and medicines to the village today.” He explained.

“Ah…”

“Noona, you should come too!” Jongin told her.

Irene hesitated.

“I…”

“It would be nice.” Junmyeon said. She looked at him, and he was smiling lightly, making her heart beat faster.

The other boys were looking at them, and Junmyeon cleared his throat.

“They may need a doctor, and Taeyeon is busy today.” he added, like he was trying to explain himself. It was kind of cute. 

“I have to train my reflexes...” Sehun mumbled, still not resigned.

“I’ll train with you.” Baekhyun told him.

“Really? Ah, hyung, thank you!”

“What, you’re going to risk being cut again?” Chanyeol asked Baekhyun, but his tone wasn’t really serious.

“Hey. If I managed to cut him that means I’m pretty good, right?” Sehun asked.

“Not if your purpose is hitting the target.”

“Don’t be like this, Channie.” Baekhyun said. “I was taking it easy on him that day.”

Sehun protested, and the two continued to tease each other, but in a fun way. The rest of the table was laughing, and Irene looked at Junmyeon. His eyes turned to half moons when he smiled like that.

She could see in his expression, how important those boys were to him. Irene was too used to the X-EXO motto - one are we - with everyone just caring about themselves and doing things only thinking about what they’d gain from it. Here, things were different.

Those boys were united by their friendship. By what they lived together, and by the strength they could give to each other. Junmyeon’s words from the night before were still strong on her mind.

“It is still worth feeling, Irene. I can’t guarantee you it will be easy. But it will be enough.”

And even when all of that was so different to her, Irene was starting to understand it.

xx

She was a little anxious about leaving the Elyxion, she wouldn’t lie about that. In truth, Irene didn't know how people would react to her presence, but she tried to ignore that feeling - there was no way anyone could know she used to work for the Red Force.

She, Junmyeon and Jongin took a car, leaving the compound surroundings. The ride wasn’t long, and in about fifteen minutes, Irene could already see some houses in the village.

In the Exo’rdium, they knew that village existed. Because it was located so close to the Elyxion, people from there were more protected, since X-EXO couldn’t trespass the borders easily. That was something the Red Force didn’t bother to do, because protecting people definitely wasn’t their priority.

When the car entered the place, people were already approaching. Junmyeon stopped, and all of them seemed happy to see the boys there. Irene didn't know what to do, but she got out of the car with them. Of course people were looking, but no one seemed too upset by her presence there.

They had brought medicine and supplies, and Irene helped the two men unload the truck and distribute everything. People seemed very grateful, always giving thanks with smiles on their faces.

Irene wasn’t used to that.

When Junmyeon told them she was a doctor, Irene was a little taken aback by that. But some people approached her, to be examined, and she tried to pay attention to them. Just in case, she had brought some things from Taeyeon’s office, and it was very useful.

“You should take the medicine I gave your mom, alright?” she was telling a little girl, who was the last one in line. 

“Okay.” the girl said, and looked at her before asking. “Are you Junmyeon’s oppa girlfriend?”

Irene couldn’t help but blush at that. When she looked at him, Junmyeon was smiling a little.

“She’s very pretty, isn’t she?” He asked the little girl, who nodded enthusiastically.

“Yes! I already like you a lot, unnie!” she said, before suddenly hugging Irene. The woman couldn’t move, surprised. “You’ll come here again, right?”

Irene didn’t answer, still taken aback, but Junmyeon brushed the girl’s hair and smiled.

“Yes, we’ll come again. Now go and obey your mom, alright?”

“Yes, oppa! Goodbye!”

They watched as the girl left, and then Irene looked at Junmyeon.

“What?” he asked, feigning innocence. “I didn’t say anything.”

She had to smile at that, shaking her head.

After they collected the things she had brought, Junmyeon suggested they could take a walk. Jongin was playing with some kids, teleporting to different places and making them laugh.

“He’s the one that likes to come here the most.” Junmyeon told her. “Jongin has a very pure heart.”

Irene couldn’t deny that.   

“He has.” she said, and looked at Junmyeon. “It’s… It’s very nice, what you guys are doing for these people here.”

He nodded.

“I wish we could get everyone off the border, but we don't have enough space here. Some people also don't want to come.”

Irene knew why. Even though Red Force didn’t help them completely, they would give money to some families, so that they would send their children to study and in the future, work on the Exo’rdium.

They continued to walk, and Irene saw an old couple sitting together on a bench. Suddenly, Junmyeon took her hand, and she looked at him.

“Some of the people who don’t want to work at the Elyxion live here.” he told her. “They have a peaceful life, start a family. I always wondered what that would be like, too.”

In the Exo’rdium, it was a clear fact that X-EXO was created for a purpose, and their life would always be closed to that. But it never came into her mind how that was true to EXO, too. Junmyeon would probably never live a peaceful life as long as that war continued. The thought made her heart ache.

She intertwined her fingers with his, and Junmyeon looked at her.

“It's a nice thought.” she said, and when he smiled at her, Irene couldn't help but do the same.

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“Your leg is completely healed.”

Irene looked at the blonde woman in front of her. Taeyeon had come to her room after dinner, to do a checkup. They hadn’t seen each other all day, busy with their own things.

“Yes, thank you. You helped me a lot.”

Taeyeon shook her head.

“You were a very good patient, actually. You followed all my recommendations, did the exercises... The credit is yours.” She left the clipboard aside. “I don’t think I’ll need to make these daily visits anymore.”

“I won't take your time.”

The doctor smiled.

“Listen, your help on the medical floor these days was very useful. If you want, you can still come.”

Irene nodded, thinking that it would be nice, too.

“I will.”

“Alright. Ah.” Taeyeon said, seeming to think of something. “I heard you went to the village with Junmyeon and Jongin, today.”

Words did travel fast, in this place.

“Yeah, I went to help them.”

Taeyeon hesitated, like she wanted to say something else.

“It seems that Junmyeon really likes… Your help, over here.” She finally said. “He's everybody's strength in this place. It's good to see him too, relying on someone.”

Irene was a little taken aback. Taeyeon didn't seem like the type to gossip - but really, that wasn’t gossip. She was just being honest.

So Irene smiled a little, looking at her.

“He’s a nice man.”

Taeyeon seemed satisfied to hear that.

“Well, I'll let you rest. See you tomorrow?”

She nodded, watching the doctor leave the room.

As Taeyeon left, Irene wondered if the doctor was intuitive, or if she and Junmyeon were being obvious. It didn't seem like it, but truth be told, they weren't really trying that hard.

Jongin had seen the two of them holding hands in the village, but they let go quickly, and the boy didn't comment on that. At dinner, Junmyeon kept talking to her, not caring about the looks from the others, and that made Irene not care about it either.

She realized she liked it when he paid attention to her - when he smiled at something she said and the dimples in his face appeared; or when his arm touched hers while they talked.

When they said goodbye in the cafeteria, Irene almost didn't want to leave, and now her mind was going back to that kiss from the night before. It was almost insane how much she wanted to feel it again.

The thoughts didn’t let her sleep.

Everytime Irene closed her eyes, she could see Junmyeon’s eyes, hidden behind his bangs; Junmyeon’s lips, red from their kissing. She could feel the fire of his touch and the taste of his mouth.

Irene sat on the bed, feeling restless. She wanted to see him, but it was well into the night. Would he be awake? She remembered a conversation she had with Jongin, who told her their rooms were not far from there, just three halls away.

It wouldn’t do any bad, right? She was going there just to talk.

Irene debated about that for another half hour, before deciding that she couldn’t stay there doing nothing anymore - and left the room towards the EXO hall.

It wasn’t hard to find it, which was good. If she met someone on the way, Irene definitely wouldn't be able to explain what she was going to do.

The hall had six doors, and for a moment she was alarmed, thinking that she wouldn't know which room was his. But then Irene paid attention, and there was each boy's name on the doors.

She stopped in front of Junmyeon's door, hesitating. But she had come all this way, it would be stupid to give up now. She just wanted to see him for a while. And he’d already gone to her room so many times... It wouldn't hurt.

Taking a breath, she knocked on the door.

No one answered, and Irene was already thinking that maybe he wasn't there, when Junmyeon opened the door.

“Irene?” he said, surprised.

She opened her mouth to answer, but no words came out. Junmyeon was wearing nothing but sweatpants, wet hair dripping over his chest.

“Hi.” she managed to say, feeling stupid. “This is really inconvenient, right? I came here because… I just…”

“It’s alright.” Junmyeon told her. “Do you want to come in?”

“Ah… I…” Irene stopped, getting a grip of herself. “Alright.”

Junmyeon moved from the door, and she entered the room.

The place was very simple, but entirely like him. There were several pictures scattered around, most of them with the EXO members. In addition to the bed, he had a desk, a piano in the corner of the room and a bookcase filled with books.

“You're probably thinking that I'm an old man, aren't you?” he said, wearing a simple shirt.

Irene came closer to the bookcase, looking at the books.

“No. I… I like to read, too. But I think my collection isn’t that diverse.”

“My parents had a bookstore.” he explained. “These are some of the books that I managed to save.”

She took one from the bookcase, looking at the cover.

“You can take some more if you want. I was going to bring it for you, anyway.”

Irene looked at him.

“I will. But I won’t stay with them forever, just lend them to me.”

Junmyeon nodded, getting close to her.

“May I?” He asked, referring to the book she was holding. Irene handed it over, and he flipped through the pages, seeming to look for something.

He finally stopped when he found a dry lavender flower among the pages.

“I’ve put it here a long time ago.” he said. “I didn't remember that until I saw you with the book.”

Irene looked at the flower. Maybe she was imagining things, but it still had a little smell. And how ironic it was, that flower being there. The poem from the book came to her mind.

“Bring me warm rain, and lavender, and you.” Irene recited. “I want you, most of all.” 

She looked at the side, to Junmyeon – and he was already looking at her.

Irene didn't know what had brought them together. Maybe it was fate, if she believed that. But at that moment, it felt like the right thing, to be here with him.

She reached out, touching his face, and Junmyeon closed his eyes, leaning into the touch. He was so perfect. Irene moved her fingertips across his eyelids, his nose, to his lips. She traced his lower lip, and Junmyeon dropped the book on the floor, holding her wrist.

He had his eyes open now, fixed on Irene. Junmyeon kissed her fingertips, the palm of her hand, the inside of her wrist. His mouth was hot, and every time he breathed on her skin, Irene shivered.

Junmyeon brought her a little closer, to put his other arm around her waist, and then he leaned down to finally - finally - kiss her.

Irene wondered if she would ever get used to it, to his kiss. It makes her mind go blank, and she can't think of anything but the way his mouth moves against hers. Junmyeon licks her mouth, tasting her, angling his head to deepen the kiss - and Irene has to hold his shirt to stop trembling so much.

“Are you ok?” Junmyeon murmurs against her lips.

Her breath is heavy, and she doesn’t really know the answer to that question. Irene isn’t used to this, she isn’t used to all those feelings. It scares her, but she doesn’t want it to stop. So she nods, kissing him again.

They move in the room, until Junmyeon’s back hits his desk. He’s half sitting on it, and they stop to look at each other for a moment. Irene reaches her hand to his still damp hair, and brushes it out of his eyes. He never stops looking at her, his hands touching her waist.

Irene gets closer, pulls his hair lightly, and Junmyeon pliantly follows the movement, exposing his neck – so she leans forward, pressing her lips to his jaw.

Junmyeon’s skin is still damp, too. He’s warm, and yes, he smells like damn lavender, tastes so sweet, and when he moans, Irene thinks she’s going to lose her mind.

Without thinking about it, she grinds against his thigh, which is in the middle of her legs. Even though there are several layers of fabric between them, it feels good – so she does it again, because she needs it. Junmyeon seems to notice, and presses his leg up, which increases the pressure.

Irene moans, unable to pay attention to what she was doing before. She’s burying her nails on his shoulders, hiding her face on the crook of his neck because again, all of this is too much, and at the same time, not enough.

“It’s ok” Junmyeon tells her, encouraging her to keep going; his hands on her hips, but not interfering in the way she rides his thigh.

Irene is panting, moving almost desperately. She wants it so much, she wants it-

Junmyeon kisses her, swallowing all the pathetic sounds she’s making, thigh going up again, intensifying the pressure – and yes, now it’s too much, she feels lightheaded, warm all over.

“Please” she begs, not even sure to what.

“Come” Junmyeon says, pulls her lower lip between his teeth, and Irene comes - the whole room going white, for a second.

She doesn’t know for how long she stays still, Junmyeon holding her the only thing stopping her from falling. Her breath is slowly getting steady, but her body is still trembling a little.

Irene raises her head facing Junmyeon. His pupils are blown and his lips are pink and swollen, voice hoarse with arousal.

“Irene...”

She lets him kiss her again. Lets him move again until the back of her knees hit the bed and she falls on it, landing on her back as Junmyeon climbs on top, their lips still connected. Irene is getting warm again, and there’s too many clothes between them - she wants them all off.

Junmyeon seems to read her thoughts and takes off his shirt, so she does the same. It wasn’t like she was wearing nice underwear, the white bra too simple, but she had no option but to use what they were giving her there. But it was not like any of that mattered in that moment, anyway.

When she threw her shirt on the floor, Junmyeon was already shirtless, and Irene could really look at him, now. Again, he was perfect. She touches his chest, lets her hands go down until they’re on the waistband of his sweatpants, and looks at him.

Junmyeon drops his hands away, lets her take over. When she touches him, he closes his eyes. As Irene works on him, he tries to go back to kiss her – but can’t, too far gone. Junmyeon presses his forehead to her shoulder, and grabs her hips.

“I don’t-” He tries to say, but jerks his hips, thrusting up. He holds her hands, stopping her for a moment. “I wasn’t expecting... I don’t have-”

“It’s ok.” Irene tells him, a little breathless. “They give us shots, at the Exo’rdium. I’m good for this month.” her face flushes only slightly, and Junmyeon understands.

He slowly goes back to kiss her, and Irene lets her hands rest on Junmyeon’s shoulder blades as he kisses his way across her chest, over her bra. She arches her back, and he unclasps it in one try. His mouth on her making Irene roll her head back, too aroused all over again.

She moves, attempting to take off her own pants and underwear, and when Junmyeon notices it, he helps her, doing the same not long after. When he goes back to her, it’s all skin on skin, and they look at each other, feeling the depth of the moment.

Irene didn’t know she was looking for that until now. Until she found him.

She couldn’t explain the feeling of having him inside her, of sharing that moment with him. Junmyeon was moving, murmuring something to her, but she couldn’t hear him, she couldn’t do anything but feel.

She wrapped her legs around his hips, kissed his mouth, his neck, intertwined her fingers on his hair, all in half-lust, half-gratitude. Junmyeon was breathing heavy by her ear, and Irene loved listening to his voice more than anything.

The pressure inside of her started to build, and every touch of his hands on her body were taking her closer to the stars, again.

Irene was entirely his, now.

She came first, moaning his name – and that was enough to make Junmyeon get his release, too.

He stays on top of her for a moment, but Irene enjoys the weight of his body, feeling his heartbeat and his breath steadying slowly. Junmyeon presses a sweet kiss to her neck, before he pulls himself back.

Irene lies on her side, looking at him. Junmyeon gives her a tired smile, and reaches out to brush the hair out of her face.

He doesn't say anything, and really, he doesn't have to. The way Junmyeon looks at her says everything his voice doesn't say.

Her heart warms at that. She approaches him, kissing him lightly, and Junmyeon passes a hand around her waist, keeping her close.

Irene never thought she would feel that way. But in such an unexpected place, with someone so unexpected, there she was. Completely enticed by him, and she knew there was no going back.

Junmyeon had closed his eyes, and she watched him for some time before deciding to speak.

“I wanted to tell you something.” Irene said, and he opened his eyes slowly.

“Hm?”

Irene hesitated a little, but not because of him. Because of her, and everything she was keeping inside. She was digging very deeply, now.

“I… My name’s not Irene.”

Junmyeon frowned.

“Not my real name, at least.” She paused. “Before I went to the Exo’rdium and they gave me this name, I was Joohyun.”

His expression softens, and Junmyeon smiles lightly.

“Joohyun?”

“Bae Joohyun.”

“It is a beautiful name.” he stroked her cheek. “Do you want me to call you like this?”

Irene shook her head without hesitation.

“No.” she says, sincerely. “I'm not her anymore. For a long time now.”

Bae Joohyun was an innocent little girl, who had many dreams and felt a lot of love. She had died in that explosion, too. But even if Irene no longer wanted to remember her, the girl’s memory still lived in the woman's body.

“Despite that, I wanted to tell you this.”

Junmyeon nodded, pulling her a little closer, and Irene leaned her head against his chest.

“Thank you for telling me.”

She feels at peace with that. Telling it to Junmyeon felt right, because she wanted to be honest with him. She wanted him to know everything.

And for now, that was enough.

Feeling the heat of his body and the calm beat of his heart, Irene fell asleep.

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They didn’t really mean to tell anyone about their relationship, for some time. It was still something new, and they wanted to get closer slowly. But that turned out to be impossible, when Baekhyun saw Irene leaving Junmyeon’s room that morning.

Word got out, and when they came to eat breakfast in the cafeteria, all the boys in the EXO table threw some knowing glances at them. No one said anything direct, of course, but Jongin seemed very happy, and Baekhyun kept saying suggestive things, which even made Chanyeol pinch his waist.

Irene didn’t really care about it, but Junmyeon seemed a little embarrassed, and she noticed she actually liked seeing his flushed cheeks every time he looked away.

After eating, she went to help Taeyeon in the lab, as promised. The doctor was making some medicine that was needed, and Irene helped her with the formulas.

“Did you develop them?” she asked, and Taeyeon nodded.

“I don’t have much study in chemistry, but I think it’s general knowledge what some plants can do. I asked the chemists for some help here, and managed to make the formulas.”

“They seem very well done. I would like to see how they work.”

Taeyeon shook her head.

“I'm sure you know a lot more than I do. Here we can't get even close to that burn serum you made.”

Irene looked at the bottle in her hands. Sometimes, she forgot that the Elyxion didn't have the same technologies available to them on the Exo’rdium.

“I can give you the recipe, if you want. I also know some others, but I'm not sure of all the formulas, we may need to do some tests.”

Taeyeon looked at her.

“That would be nice.” she says, but then pauses for a second. “Do you really want to do this? I don't want you to think that I'm trying to get that kind of information.”

That still seemed strange, to Irene, the fact they hadn't forced her to say everything she knew. If the situation were the opposite, she was sure that the Red Force wouldn’t be so friendly.

But in this place, things were different.

She nodded, closing the bottle she was holding.

“Yes, I’m sure.”

When they left the lab together later, they passed the training center, where Jongdae and Junmyeon were training. Irene only saw them fighting behind Chën’s cameras, never up close. It was actually amazing, seeing them in action like this.  

The two men didn’t appear to be fighting each other, but trying to combine their powers. The water intensified the lightning's power, making a more powerful attack. She was distant, but her skin still prickled.

Irene was used to seeing fights, to seeing those powers in action, always following the development of all X-EXO. But these men were the originals. The way they controlled what they had seemed a lot more natural, a lot less angry. And not long ago, she was doing her best to make them die.

That thought seemed so strange in her mind now, that it didn’t make sense. But it was true, wasn't it? She had studied, trained for that. Everything she developed, every minute of her day was dedicated to making X-EXO better, so they could win and destroy their originals. It was the purpose she had in life. And now what did she have?

Irene's heart was already Junmyeon's, she was completely given to him, she couldn't imagine him being hurt. But she cared for the others, too. Jongin's boyish smile, Jongdae's kindness, Sehun's determination, the love between Baekhyun and Chanyeol. She wanted to keep seeing all of that.

But how? She was in the middle of that war now, which in reality, had no middle. Irene would have to choose, and she knew it.

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“What are you thinking about?”

Irene looked at Junmyeon. They were lying in his bed that night, arms around each other.

She had a lot of things in her mind, but it wasn’t worth telling him now.

“Not much.” she tells him.

“You spent all day in the lab with Taeyeon. Aren’t you tired?”

“A little.” Irene pauses. “I saw you training with Jongdae, today.”

Junmyeon seems surprised.

“Really? Why didn’t you talk to us?”

“I didn't want to disturb. You seemed quite focused.”

“We were training some new things.” Junmyeon explains to her. “Sometimes it’s better to combine our powers than to work alone.”

“We are one, right?” she recites their motto, and he smiles.

“Right.” Junmyeon kisses her forehead, before moving away to sit on the bed.

Irene watches him pick up his sweatpants on the floor and put them on, before heading to the bathroom. She also sits on the bed, picking up his shirt on the floor to put on, because the room is a little cold. It's a little big for her and it smells like him - Irene loves it.

While she ties her hair in a bun on top of her head, she looks at the piano in the corner of the room. It’s closed, looking a little old. Junmyeon comes out of the bathroom, and follows her gaze.

“Do you play?” Irene asks him.

He makes a face.

“Not much.”

She raises an eyebrow at him.

“So why do you have a piano in your room?”

Junmyeon gets closer to the bed.

“I learned it when I was little, my mother used to play. These are the only things I have from our old house, this piano and the books.”

Irene kneels on the bed, holding his hands.

“Will you play for me?”

Junmyeon hesitates, but in the end nods, going to the other side of the room. Irene gets up and leans against the desk to watch him up close.

He opens the piano, wiping off some of the dust on the keys. He doesn't start playing immediately, and Irene wonders if Junmyeon also has painful memories, like hers.

Of course he has. Probably more.

Junmyeon starts slowly, with one hand - the sound calm, peaceful. It gets faster eventually, but not enough to break the flow of the song.

It’s beautiful, and sad. Irene feels it deep in her heart.

When Junmyeon finishes, his fingers are shaking a little bit, Irene can see. She approaches him, hugging him from behind, resting her chin on his shoulder. Junmyeon touches her arm.

“It was beautiful.” she tells him, and he turns his face to look at her.

Irene sits on the piano bench next to him, watching as Junmyeon holds her hands.

“Can you promise me something, Irene?”

She feels tightness in her chest, but doesn't deny it.

“No matter what happens, remember this. Remember that what I feel for you is real. And it will always be.”

Irene doesn't say anything, her breath caught in her throat - she doesn't want to cry, right now. So she nods, leaning down to kiss him.

“I promise.” She says against his lips, feeling the tightness in her chest increase. “I promise.”

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The next morning, all hell broke out.

They were eating breakfast together, laughing at how Chanyeol was insisting on saying that Jongdae had cheated in their chess game. Jongin, Sehun and Baekhyun were spurring all the teasing, while Junmyeon smiled, trying to appease the situation, one arm resting on Irene's shoulder - and she had never been happy like that.

Until a siren sounded in the cafeteria, and everyone's expression changed.

“X-EXO TRESPASSED THE BORDER. THEY ARE GETTING CLOSE TO THE ELYXION.”

“Jongdae, go get the car.” Junmyeon instructed immediately. “Baekhyun, you go ahead with Jongin, stop what you can. Take Chanyeol with you.”

Everyone moved to do as they were told, and Irene held Junmyeon's arm, a concerned expression on her face.

“Junmyeon.”

He held her face and smiled, reassuring.

“It's all right. We'll be fine.” He kissed her quickly, before walking away. “Come on, Sehun.”

Irene watched helplessly as the two men left the scene.

Again, she was left alone, waiting.

Again, Irene felt useless, unable to do anything.

But couldn't she?

Would she stay the rest of her life hidden in the Elyxion, pretending that there were no things she needed to deal with?

No, she wouldn't do that. She couldn't do that.

Irene ran up to the medical floor, looking for Taeyeon. She found the doctor talking to one of the nurses in the hall, and interrupted them without apologizing.

“I need to talk to you, Taeyeon.”

It probably sounded urgent, because Taeyeon dismissed the nurse and looked at her.

“What is it?”

“The boys went out. They went out for a fight with X-EXO.”

“Yes, I heard the siren...”

“I have to go there.”

Taeyeon frowned.

“What?”

“I have to go there, Taeyeon. And you need to help me, because I don't have a pass card for the garage.”

The doctor shook her head.

“Are you insane? You can't go to a battlefield...”

“Listen to me, Taeyeon. I have to go there. I can't stay here hiding anymore, I have to go talk to him-”

“With who? X-EXO?” When she didn't answer, Taeyeon looked incredulous. “That's impossible.”

“It's not impossible for me. I have to try. For Junmyeon. For Baekhyun.” Taeyeon's expression turned serious, and Irene continued. “For all of them. Please, you have to help me.”

Taeyeon was still serious, and didn’t seem sure of that, but she closed her eyes and sighed.

“Wait for me by the elevator in the end of the hall.”

Irene nodded, leaving.

She knew they didn't have time, and with each passing moment, Irene became more restless.

Taeyeon didn’t take long to appear, without her lab coat and wearing a simple shirt and pants, like the ones Irene wore. She pressed the elevator button and the two entered, the doctor placing the pass card on the elevator reader.

“I’ll drive.” she told Irene. “If you’re driving they won’t let you leave the compound.”

Irene was a little surprised that Taeyeon wanted to go. But she didn’t say anything, just anxious for them to leave.

Taeyeon took the key to one of the trucks, and the two got in, driving to the exit. The guards at the exit stopped the car, but when they saw Taeyeon driving, they let her pass.

And then she sped up.

If X-EXO had already crossed the border, Irene knew they wouldn't be far from there - but even so, the ten minutes they drove seemed much longer. From afar, there were already signs of the battle.

When they were able to see the men fighting, Taeyeon stopped the car, and Irene opened the door to get out.

“Wait!” the woman held her arm. “What are you going to do?”

“I’m going there.”

“And what, just get in the middle of the fight? This is crazy, Irene!”

Irene looked at her.

“I've been there, believe me. Stay here, keep an eye on anyone in need of assistance.” and without waiting for a response from the doctor, she ran.

There was already a lot of smoke in the place, and Irene walked between the wreckage of the buildings, careful to not be noticed. Explosions were taking place near her, and a thunder cleared the sky.

Hidden, Irene watched the fight scene. Not far from her, Chanyeol was fighting Baëkhyun, but her eyes immediately found Junmyeon, who was having a one-on-one dispute with Suhø. Approaching behind them, Sehůn was coming, and was ready to attack, she could see.

He was going to get Junmyeon while he was distracted by Suhø.

Irene couldn't let that happen.

She ran, entering the battlefield.

“Sehůn!”

There was a lot of noise in the place, but he could hear her - she knew. The man turned, looking at her.

He looked genuinely shocked.

“Irene...”

“Stop it, Sehůn. Stop this fight.”

The man came over, holding her arms.

“You’re alive.”

She took a breath.

“Yes.”

Sehůn frowned in disbelief.

“How? We thought you were dead, but we never found your body...”

“Irene!” Junmyeon shouted from where he was.

The two looked to the side, at Junmyeon's worried face, and Sehůn's expression started to change with recognition.

“Were you with them?”

“Sehůn, listen to me...”

“Were you with them?” Sehůn shouted, shaking her, but suddenly he was no longer there, being thrown away.

Junmyeon was in front of her, holding her face.

“Are you okay?”

Irene nodded, out of breath - but then Sehůn was already coming towards them, pushing Junmyeon. She screamed, falling to the floor.

“Well, well, well.” she heard a voice, and saw Suhø beside her. “Who would know? And I thought your type was Sehůn.” He gave a half smile, his blue eyes glinting. Suhø held her chin, turning Irene's face to speak in her ear. “You didn't have to go that far, Irene. You just needed to ask me.”

She shuddered, trying to get away from him, but Suhø held her face tighter.

“Things will be very interesting when we get back.”

A fireball came towards them, and Suhø had to move away to defend himself with water. Irene took the opportunity to run, but hit someone in the chest, who held her.

“Noona.” Jongin said, and she felt relief. He had a cut on his neck that was bleeding. “What are you doing here?”

Irene looked at the direction of the battlefield, where Sehůn and Junmyeon were still fighting.

“I need to go there.”

Jongin held her arm.

“You can’t. Junmyeon hyung asked me to take you back.”

Irene looked at him.

“Jongin, please. Sehůn...” She stopped, seeing a drone fly over them. “Jongin, get out of here now.”

“What?”

“Jongin-”

It was too fast, the way he was thrown away. Suddenly, Kāi was on top of the boy, but Jongin was managing to defend himself, their fight invisible to the human eye.

Irene ran again, to where Sehůn and Junmyeon were.

“Sehůn!”

“Get out of here!” Junmyeon shouted at her, but Irene continued.

“You won’t win this! Nobody will win this!”

Junmyeon ran towards her, holding her by the waist so she wouldn't get any closer. Sehůn stayed where he was.

“You changed your beliefs that fast, after being with them?”

“I didn't go there because I wanted to.” she said. “You left me to die...”

“We didn’t! We didn't know you were alive!”

“Baëkhyun knew it! He told me he would come back, but he never came.”

Sehůn frowned.

“Chën's cameras captured the thunder and the explosion in that building. There was no way anyone would survive that.”

“But I did. I survived, and they saved me.” He didn’t say anything, so Irene continued. “It doesn't have to be like this, Sehůn. You don't have to fight each other…”

“And then what? Let’s live happily ever after?” His expression was dark. “I can’t. I won’t. We’re going to destroy every single one of them, and anyone that gets in the way.”

“Sehůn...”

But he was no longer listening to her, starting a hurricane with his wind. Baekhyun, who was closer, tried to stop him, but a piece of steel coming from the hurricane hit his head, and the silver-haired boy fell on the floor unconscious.

“We have to go, now!” Junmyeon shouted loud enough for everyone to hear, pulling Irene as he ran. She tried to look back.

“But Baekhyun...”

“Jongin already got him.” Junmyeon said, and she hadn't seen when, but it was true.

As they ran back to the car, Sehůn's hurricane got bigger, and Irene realized at that moment, that there was nothing she could do to change that situation.

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The halls were silent.

It was a stark difference to all the noise they heard earlier, and Irene’s ears still hadn’t got used to that.

She stopped in front of the window of the room that Baekhyun was in, on the medical floor. He was lying on the bed, still unconscious, and Chanyeol hadn’t left his side since they arrived. Taeyeon was there too, keeping her distance, but her eyes never left the boy in the bed.

Irene closed her eyes for a second.

Maybe, if she hadn't gone, none of this would’ve happened. She thought she could’ve done something to help, but in the end, that situation was way beyond her hands.

After they left, X-EXO also withdrew, with many members injured to continue moving forward. But Sehůn's hurricane had left a trail of destruction in its path.

Irene left the hall, going to the roof. It was already dark, and all the lights she could see came from the compound. In the surroundings, everything was complete darkness.

“And then what? Let’s live happily ever after? I can’t. I won’t. We’re going to destroy every single one of them, and anyone that gets in the way.”

Sehůn's words continued to echo in her mind throughout the day.

Somehow, he was right. They couldn't stop it now, they had gone too far. It was foolish of Irene to think otherwise.

The hate placed on those boys was too deep.

She heard a sound coming from the stairs, and seconds later, Junmyeon appeared. He didn’t have any serious injuries, just a few scratches, but still, he looked extremely tired. He sat down next to her but said nothing, watching the dark sky.

Irene looked at him for a moment.

“I'm sorry.”

He turned to her.

“I thought I could’ve changed that.” She continued. “I guess I can't.”

Junmyeon reached for her hand, intertwining their fingers.

“You being there scared me so much, Irene. For a moment I thought I was going to lose you.”

She sighed, and her breath was a little shaky.

“I didn't want to keep hiding here, behind you. Now, they know where I am, they know who I'm fighting with.”

Junmyeon looked at their hands.

“I guess there’s no going back now.”

Irene shook her head, slowly.

“No.” she pauses. “But there was no going back since the moment I fell in love with you.”

He looked at her, and Irene continued.

“I can't hate them. I was trained to do everything against you, but now I can't either. I care too much about each one of you. But I can't just turn those feelings over to them. I can’t.”

“I’m not asking you to hate them.”

“I know.” she smiles sadly. “I know you’re not. Despite that, I know that I need to make a decision.”

Junmyeon's expression is concerned, and Irene knows that he’s worried about her. For her. This realization hits her even harder, makes Irene even surer of the decision she makes.

“I choose you, Junmyeon. Above all, I choose you.”

She’s crying now, tears rolling down her cheek before she knows it. Junmyeon holds her face, wipes her tears with his thumb. He leans forward, resting his forehead against hers.

“We will be together, no matter what happens.” he tells her, and Irene nods. “I choose you, Irene. I choose you.”

They kiss, feeling the salty taste of her tears, and Irene knows that their path will be difficult, it will be painful - but they’ll be fine.

As long as they’re together, they’ll be fine.

#exo #red velvet #exo smut #red velvet smut #exo fanfic #red velvet fanfic #suho x irene #surene #suho #kim junmyeon #irene #bae joohyun #fanfic #exo obsession #x exo #obsession au #exo fanfiction #red velvet fanfiction #kpop smut #kpop fanfic #kpop #fanfiction #you can't stop the flood

[emomint]

a/n: i want apologize to the person who requested i am sorry for the wait for such a suck-ish reaction; this is definitely not my best work, but i believe it is beginning to improve; also i forgot yixing, whenever i am able i’ll try to add him if that is what you all would like - emomint 🥀

warning: this is a mafia au, there will be violence including murder, vulgar language, and or abuse. if any of these things make you uncomfortable, do not read. ⚠️

kim junmyeon.

it was never intentional to talk to him, it would just happen. you were with [ex name] when he introduced you to junmyeon. supposedly they had just became allies within the business, but do to meeting you. 

junmyeon no longer cared for business with him, but pursuing you. even after stealing you away, he kept [ex name] around, as if he was flaunting you around. but the moment [ex name] even tried to have a simple conversation, he would be made an example out of.

“i believe i’ve said once before, no one that works here and anyone who wants to continue living, would stay away from y/n” junmyeon said to everyone in the break room, while looking at [ex name]

kim minseok.

he had went away to prison; he was at the wrong place at the wrong time. of course, you were pissed, you were the only person to attempt to make him stay home.

he even had the nerve to tell you not to come visit him, after the judge realized who he was and wouldn’t allow bail. just that fast, he would be doing 6 months in jail.

out of rage, you called up an old friend, not even thinking twice about minseok’s workers. whom had immediately went reporting the news to hiss boss.

you had woke up to an empty bed, while the bathtub water was running. the door then opened, there stood minseok covered in blood. 

“jagiya, why don’t you join me in a bubble bath” he said giving you a sinister smile afterwards.

you took the opportunity to run as fast as possible out of the bedroom, but ahead of laid out was your secret lover. fresh blood pouring down the staircase 

“that wasn’t very nice of you to run away from me” 

“oh i see you’ve noticed our guest, he had worn out his welcome. now, again, come join me in a bath.”

byun baekhyun.

you were mesmerizing to baekhyun and when he fell, he fell hard, as did you. but what about [ex name], you did leave him for baekhyun. but he didn’t lose hope, he would try everything get you back. flowers, chocolate, cards, etc.

but when he realized how deeply in love you were with baehyun, he became violent. he would flatten your tires, throw bricks into your windshield, and going as far as trying to break into your house. recently he had gotten in contact with you, blackmailing your fiancé and baby’s father. you, you had become with child 6 months previous, as baekhyun proposed right afterwards.

the same questions sat in the back of your mind, how far would [ex name] go to get you back? would he really try to strip your family away to get you back

sitting in bed thinking of different foods you’d like to eat momentarily seemed like the only thing you did nowadays. every now and then, going work on the nursery. when suddenly a loud sound erupted through the hallway.

girl don’t go

you got up to see where the noise was coming from.

goddamn it please just turn around

twisting the knob, before you could pull, the door was forcefully pushed open, there stood on the other side [ex name] with a devious grin.

before you scream, he had you against the wall, hand covering your mouth. while the other wondered around your body occasionally groping your breast.

“you think your too good for me” he said, breathe smelling like liquor

“please.....”you said barely audibly 

“why did you leave me? why did you leave me for him!!?” He yelled, slapping you in the process, making you fall.

you were furious, but still the tears began to pour.

“because, i love him!!!” you screamed attempting to knee him in the chest, catching his growing.

he then wrapped his hand around your neck.

“if i can’t have you, non-”

his eyes widen as he froze in shock, he collapsed onto you. behind him stood baekhyun, pistol in hand, and with a glare you’d never thought you would ever see. making eye contact with you, his eyes softened, rushing over to you, pulling after you as far away from the man and into his arms.

“i’m so sorry y/n. I left you and our baby unprotected. i am so-”he said laying his head in crook of your neck, as his tears poured out.

“i’m ok, let’s just stay like this for a little bit longer.”

kim jongdae.

you had been married to kim jongdae the last 17 years. had 3 beautiful children and was a full time housewife. sure, to anyone on the outside, you were living your best life. but, you didn’t. you felt like you were living with a complete stranger, constantly craving affection and attention, you couldn’t get even from your spouse.

jongdae was still apart of the mafia, still coming home late as ever and still expected you to take care of him, his kids, and his home. 

going grocery shopping one day, you ran into an old friend from college. the two of you caught up, while sharing a bottle of wine. which led to a mistake.

but once you had gotten a feel of what you’d been craving, it became an addiction. you knew it was wrong, but you couldn’t stop yourself.

that is until one day. jongdae had gotten home much earlier than expected. walking in on the two of you in an act, he didn’t yell, or fight, he just began packing.

your head was finally out of the clouds and you were about to hit rock bottom. you began admitting to your fault, pleading him to stay and forgive you.

“you want him or me” he said, pulling the pistol from his holester

“you. it’s always been you” you said immediately 

before you could blink, the gun went off, shooting the person beside you”

“go clean yourself up princess”

park chanyeol.

he was your ex. the two of you married when you were only 18, while he was 25. during those 6 years together, the two of you shared 2 sons, but you left due to his uncontrollable possessiveness. 1 year later and you lived happily hours away from chanyeol and now closer to your boyfriend. he was kind, patient, and was really good with your boys. he was-

“y/n, open the door” the voice from the other side barked, beating as if they were the police.

opening up. there stood chanyeol with your sons. not waiting for your approval, he’d let himself in.

“where’s your boyfriend” he asked, looking around in disgust.

he always had something against bf/n.

“why? chanyeol don’t you have places to be? possibly even people to do, you whore” you said, not forgetting to through into his face that you knew he has been a hoe, since your divorce.

“actually, i do. boys, why don’t you go try out the new games” he said to the children, still holding eye contact with you.

once alone, he began inching closer. before you could properly comprehend what you were getting yourself into, the two of you were completely naked in your bedroom panting after what felt like hours.

“i love you. still, i still am in love with you. i want you and the boys back at home with me, not some shitty apartment. but i am willing to wait for you, my love” he said, gently kissing your lips, then leaving.

that’s how it started. the two of you couldn’t keep your hands to yourself whenever around each other.

“are you sleeping with him? it’s a simple yes or no question” your boyfriend yelled, blocking the walk way

“no” you said, as he finally let you walk pass

“fuck, it’s not your doing it” you muttered a little to loudly, which caused his hand to connect with your face.

“bitch, so you just go around sleeping with whoever?” he asked, roughly grabbing your hair

“well, do you?”  he asked, yanking it you closer.

“no” you cried out.

the next few days, he began beating on you. you were thankful your boys weren’t around to witness such things happen. you couldn’t call for help because he had broken your phone and threatened to hurt you again, if you told anyone what happened. finally the day had come, bf/n would be leaving for work.

your thoughts were interrupted by two loud knocks.

oh no, chanyeol

you cracked the door enough to let the boys slip in, but quickly tried shutting the door before chanyeol could come in. but due to his strength compared to yours, he easily pushed open the door. causing you to turn the opposite direction.

“boys go play in your room” he said 

“hey, you alright” chanyeol spoke again, once alone.

“yeah” you said picking up the imaginary lint from the counter to avoid turning

“y/n baby, please look at me” he said desperately as he walked closer

slowly, you turned, he gasped seeing your face

“did he really-” chanyeol was now as red as a tomato

“it was an accident” you said covering for bf/n

“accident my ass’

“boys, pack your things” he yelled, earning two high pitched scream ‘ok dad’

“what are you doing” you said, heart pounding

“babygirl, just go pack all of your things” he said pulling the gun from his holster, checking for bullets

“chanyeol, what are you doing”

“look, just make sure you and my boys are ready to come back home” he said, pecking your lips before rushing out.

you spent the next five hours pacing back and forth after packing. eventually, around 4:30 am, chanyeol walked in, covered in blood. huffing in relief, you ran into his arms, not caring about the blood.  “i thought i...we lost you” you said wrapping your legs around his torso

“never, you will always be stuck with me” he said playfully

“is everyone ready?” he asked

“yeah, let’s go home”

do kyungsoo.

kyungsoo was your knight, he had saved you from your own castle. you had previously been with [ex name] during a dark time in your life, looking back, you realized how much he was tearing you down, worsening your mental health. sure, kyungsoo was apart of the mafia but he was also caring, funny, and an amazing cook.

one thing you learned on your journey bettering yourself and health was to just forgive and forget.

which is why you were agreeing to meet with him, when you were told about his terminal illness.

“where the hell is y/n” kyungsoo said thinking out loud in the hall

“sir, she went out with her friends again” the maid said, carrying your 1 year old son down the stairs

“again? she never told me anything about going with friends” he said to himself lowly

feeling suspicious of his lover, he did what any normal s/o would do. he tracked your phone. which lead him to a cheap apartment complex.

he followed you for days, watching your every move, until the time was right to fall through with his plan.

finally, he went through, picking the lock, there stood y/n, feeding [ex name] soup, whom much different from the last time the two had seen each other.

before anyone could say anything, kyungsoo had a gun to the man’s head.

“kyungsoo, baby, please don’t do this, he’s sick, he only needed some help around here.” you said gently 

“help? send his ass to a nursing home-”he screamed, but immediately shut up, seeing your face.

 “aishh, you too kind for your own good, try anything and i just might find a way to ‘cure’ you” he said holding his gun, now sitting down in the recliner.

“is that the soup i made” he yelled again

“you can leave” you finally yelled back

“i was just asking” he said sinking into the chair.

kim jongin.

“are you done yet.”

“i don’t even know why your jealous, we’ve never been official and again he is an ex.” you yelled at the jongin from the closet

“i didn’t have too, when i fucked you in my car, you became mines”

“and to say your with a mafia boss, you act like any clown can just come sweep you away from me” he continued, flopping onto your bed

“whatever you say” you said coming out of the walk in closet with a backpack

“i am not property, you don’t own me jongin, if you can’t respect that then i’ll be with somebody who will. bye.” you said walking out, before he could protest.

time skip

*boom* *boom* *boom*

“who is-jongin. what are you going here.” you scolded the man, who wasn’t looking at you, but around you at the man coming down the stairs

“babygirl whose at the door.” [ex name], your former lover, said wrapping an arm around you.

*bang* *bang* *bang*

the sound of his body hitting the ground caused the tears to start prickle out of your eyes.

“did you think, he could save you from me? i thought you were smarter than that. go get her shit.” he said putting the gun back in his waistband.

his henchmen then emerged from what seemed like thin air. going upstairs to grab your items.

“after you” he said letting you walk out of the house to his car

holding the door open for you, you slowly got into the vehicle. anticipating what was to come. once jongin was in the car with, he gave you the most evilest look. before you could speak, the back of his hand came in contact with your face.

“i thought he was just an ex, huh?” he barked at you

“you probably fucked him too, you slu-

“i didn’t. can you just take me home.” you said looking out of the window letting the tears pour out silently.

time skip

“are you really still ignoring me? it’s been 3 weeks since you’ve said anything to me.”

“i get it, he was your ex, but he was also your friend. i wasn’t thinking rationally at the moment, being blinded my jealousy. but i’m sorry for i have done, i can’t take it back, but..i’m sorry.” jongin said getting up to leave the room.

“your also possessive, grumpy, clumsy, lazy, manipulative, psychotic, narcissistic, and a overall monster. but...i love you.” you said, making him turn around with the biggest smile.

oh sehun.

[smut]

“fuck” the man said as he began pushing himself deeper into your womanhood

he began thrusting deep, but slowly, making sure you felt every inch. he missed you so much. he hated the fact that he had to share you with another man. why couldn’t you have stayed with him?

“just like that, don’t stop” you moaned, moving your hips upwards, slamming against his prostate

feeling your walls clinching around him, he sped up. both of your moans, following after, but he’d keep thrusting, making your milky cum gush from your inside. finishing up, he immediately got down, to your private, sucking and licking away the substance.

“oh my-

the door knob was then shot, making the door push open. outside stood your husband, one of the most powerful mafia bosses in s.korea, oh sehun.

“baby, i-

“shut up” he said

you immediately got up from the bed, grabbing your clothes.

“you lie to me, tell me your going to see your hoe ass friend. i allow you. only to find out you went to get your pussy wet.” he said looking at you with so much hate, you would feel the heated tears at the rim of your eyes.

sehun then turned to leave the hotel room.

“wait. sehun don’t go.” you yelled, hurriedly. as he halted at the door waiting to hear what you had to say.

“let him go, we can finally be together.” the man said rubbing his fingertips against your waist.

“choose, it’s me or him.” sehun said turning back to you, a hint of excitement in his eyes.

“i..i choose sehun” you said looking up at him nervously.

“y/n your not thinking this through. you said you loved me...we have history-

“exactly, we have history. nothing else. i love you [ex name], but not like sehun. i regret reconnecting with you, these few weeks have been a mistake. i’m sorry.” you said looking at your ex lover, who was now on his knees, hoping you change your mind and pick him

you brushed him off, slowly walking toward sehun afraid of what was to come.

“go wait for me in the car” he said, not sparing you.

you began walking out of the room, down the hall, before you could make it down the stairs. the sound of a gun going off rang through the hall. you continued walking, feeling the same heated sensation in the rim of your eyes.

“i’m sorry.” you said feeling a single tear shed, before getting into the passenger seat

minutes later, sehun got into the car, slamming the door. you kept your head down to avoid his criticism, but it never came. in fact, he drove silently, going the correct the speed limited, which made being in the car scarier because sehun had been known for speeding.

when pulling up, he silently got out, opening the door for you, walking away right after. he went straight to his office. after hours of being home, sehun still had himself locked away.

what would you expect

finally gaining the courage, you knocked on the door of his office, after standing outside for about 7 minutes.

hearing a faint ‘come in’, you entered

“i..i was...gonna go cook. are you hungry?”you asked trying to start a conversation

he looked up at you as if you had two heads, a dry laugh following.

“come here”

you slowly stalked towards his desk, coming around, so that you now stood in front of him. within what felt like seconds, he had you against the wall, right hand lightly wrapped around your throat.

“if you were even so much as breath the same oxygen as another man, i’ll kill him and make you watch, is that what you want princess?” he asked lowly into your ear, seeing rapidly shake your head no, he gave you a deranged smile.

“good. bibimbap will do for tonight.” he said letting you go, sitting back in his seat.

“sure thing” you said hurriedly scurrying out of the office.

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#exo mafia au #exo scenarios #exo reactions #exo request #yandere exo #kim junmyeon #kim minseok #zhang yixing #byun baekhyun #kim jongdae #park chanyeol #do kyungsoo #kim jongin #oh sehun

[chimmyboii]

Monster - Part 1

Pairing: Baekhyun x Reader (Featuring Kai, Sehun, D.O. Chanyeol, Suho and also Blackpink’s Jennie)

Summary: When vampire Y/N is face with the decision to turn a dying Baekhyun into a vampire, she doesn’t hesitate. However, her decision has consequences which she has to endure in order to keep the man she loves alive - even if he doesn’t want to be alive.    

tag: smut, angst, fluff, vampire au. 

Authors Note/Trigger Warning: please note that some scenes in this fanfic is particular dark. Some scenes may include: gore, rape and abuse. PLEASE READ AT YOUR OWN DISCRETION! 

Also, please comment and like - it would mean the world! :)

Masterlink

Part 1  Part 2  Part 3 

The village was in uproar, people were screaming and running. I stood in the middle of it all; with wide tear-filled eyes, as I stared at the scene in front of me. Kim manor was on fire; orange flames spat from the windows, black clouds covering the sky. I felt someone come and stand beside me; I don’t look to see who it is. My senses already know who. 

“I must admit, he has some guts,” he begins, laughing slightly. “For a Newborn, anyway.” I turn to him; the tears finally falling down my face. His red eyes are filled with amusement, his cold hand comes up to wipe away the tears from my cheeks. “He isn’t worth your tears, Y/N. Anyway, soon he’ll be nothing but dust.”

“No!” I suddenly yell, gripping his hand tightly. “Please don’t kill him. This is my fault. I wasn’t there for him – he needed me.” He frowns, eyes narrowed at my hand gripping his. I quickly let go and take a step back, fear suddenly flooding me as I mutter my apologies. 

“What do you suppose I do Y/N? He just burnt down my fucking house!” He growled, grabbing my shoulders and bending down to my height. I whimper, frightened as I watch his eyes turn dark – almost black. He was angry, very angry. He sighs and looks at me; his eyes returning to their normal state of red. “How do you suppose we deal with this?” Turning back to the burning building, I sigh, knowing the decision I have to make.

“I will go to him.” I state, he continues to stare at me. “I will try to mend my mistakes.” His face softens, worry appears in his eyes. He shakes his head – his white hair falling into his eyes.

“That won’t be enough, Y/N. He’s broken – more broken than you and me.” Once again, tears well up in my eyes. “He is no longer the human, you knew. That man no longer exists, you realise this?” I nod, sniffing pitifully. 

“I have to do this, Kai. Even if he hates me, I have to try.” Kai nods, but the doubt is still on his face. He looks back at his burning home, anger takes over his features. 

“Well I hope you know by the end; you’ll be just like my house.” He sighs before turning away and walking into the chaos. 

_

2 Weeks earlier.

I let out a groan as I struggle to carry the two boxes; my fingers burn slightly as I grip them tighter. I hadn’t fed in two days and it was starting to show. Kai had me collecting blood bags from the black market two hours away. Throughout the journey, I was cursing Kai’s name under my breath. Of course, he sent me instead of Sehun – his little blue eye! And to make matters worse, I have to walk all the way there and, on the way, back I would have to go through the town to get to the manor - without causing suspicion to humans. I made sure the boxes were sealed shut – no one could see in. I had just made it to town, when I felt sick. The smell of humans tickling my senses, the sound of the heartbeats ringing in my ear. I let out a puff of air when a voice stops me.

“Let me help you!” The voice chirped, turning around I’m met with the dazzling smile of Byun Baekhyun. My eyes widen as I look at the boxes in my arms.

“Oh! No, you’re quite alright. I can manage.” I exclaim, pushing the boxes closer to my chest in hopes he could see I was fine. 

“Nonsense. I can’t let a lady carry these on her own! My father would have my neck, he would think he’d didn’t raise me right!” Oh, he raised you right, I dreamily thought. Baekhyun took the boxes from my arms, he grunts a little. 

“Oh my, these are heavy. I’m surprised you could carry them yourself.”

“Well I’m stronger than I look.” I comment off-handily. Baekhyun just chuckled. 

“So where are we off too?” He asked, suddenly I felt scared. Kim manor is not a place for humans, especially humans such as Byun Baekhyun. 

“If you could carry them to the edge of town for me, I’ll be grateful. After that I can manage.” Baekhyun shook his head in protest. 

“No, I’ll take them to wherever you are going.” Shaking my head, I once again protested – adamant that he would go nowhere near Kim manor.

“I would feel better if you just could carry to the edge of town. I’m meeting someone there; they can carry them the rest of the way.” I lie, Baekhyun looks at me for a moment before nodding, smiling once again.

“Okay Lady…?”

“Oh! I’m Y/N. Just Y/N.” I blush looking down.

“I’m Byun Baekhyun!” I know, I wanted to say but instead I just nod.  

Throughout the journey, Baekhyun and I rambled on and on – discussing every topic you could think off. I laughed at every joke he made, he smiled happily when I did so. Eventually, our time together came to an end – far too quickly for my liking. As we got to the end of the town, Baekhyun places the boxes on the stone wall, next to the towns sign.

“Well, I believe this is our stop.” Baekhyun smiled, once again leaving me breathless. I nod, looking down at my feet. All the sudden feeling shy and awkward.

“Thank you, Baekhyun. I really appreciate it.” I wanted to offer him something to show my gratitude, but I had nothing to offer – nothing worthy of him anyway. 

“It was my pleasure, Y/N. I hope the person you are waiting won’t keep you long.” 

“He should be on his way,” Baekhyun frowns for a moment, eyes shifting to his feet before returning to mine. His smile returns but it looked rather forced. I stick my hand out in front of us. Baekhyun looks at for a moment, smiling confusedly. 

“It was nice meeting you Byun Baekhyun. I will repay you one day for your kindness.” I promise. Baekhyun shakes he head but takes my cold hands into his warm ones. The feeling of his warm hand sends shivers down my spine. I could almost feel the blood swimming in his veins – my fangs begin prodding at the thought. 

“And you Lady Y/N,” 

“Just Y/N!” I eject. He just chuckles.

“And no need to repay me. I was glad I could be off help!” Baekhyun smiles before turning to walk back to the town, I wave him goodbye. As soon I see his figure retreat back to the busy markets, I grip the boxes practically skipping back to the manor. 

-

As I enter the large house, I sigh dropping the boxes lazily on the floor and lean against the door. A tall dark-haired boy suddenly appears at my side, sniffing at my neck. 

“You smell like human,” he remarks before ripping open a box and taking out a bag of blood. He uses his sharp teeth to rip it open and began sucking loudly, groaning as the warm blood reaches his throat. 

“Hello, Sehun.” I greet, ignoring his comment. I walk into the kitchen to grab cleaning supplies from the cupboards. Sehun follows closely behind me, still drinking. I wheel out the cart from the closet; then grab cloths, a bucket and a duster. I proceed to full up the bucket with warm soapy water – all aware of Sehun’s gaze on my back. 

“You didn’t answer.” He mutters, and I hum before looking over my shoulder at him. 

“I wasn’t aware I had to answer,” I replied causing Sehun to roll his eyes. “But yes, a human helped me carry the boxes.”

“Why? You’re capable of carrying them yourself.” 

“He was being polite, and I didn’t want to be rude.” I shrug, beginning to push the cart out of the kitchen. I make my way towards the living area and once again Sehun follows me. I soak the cloth in the water and rinse before I begin wiping the coffee table. Sehun eyes follow me; part of me wanted to snap but I knew my place. 

“Is this the same human you are obsessed with?” he asks casually. I drop the cloth, my eyes widen.  

“I’m not obsessed with anyone!” I protest, my voice high and panicked. Sehun smirks at me taking the last sip from the blood bag before he chucks it on the floor. My eyes narrow as I watch a bit of blood spill out the bag and onto the floor. “You little brat!” I screech.

“Y/N!” a voice growled; I freeze. My posture automatically straightens as I watch in fear as the white-haired man came strolling into the living area. His red eyes are narrowed at me and I gulp.

“Sorry Kai, sir!” I squeak. Sehun laughs in amusement at my fear and Kai’s eyes snap to him – instantly shutting him up. 

“Sehun don’t you have more important things to do than bother our servant?” Sehun nods and turns to walk away when he suddenly stops. Turning around, an evil smirk comes over his face as he looks at me, he then turns to Kai.

“Oh, by the way. Y/N was interacting with a human.” With that Sehun leaves the room. I gasp and turn to face Kai. His nose flares in anger, eyes turning dark. 

“You were what?” he grits out. I gulp in fear, looking down at my shoes. 

“A human boy offered to carry the boxes for me.” I mumble, instantly afraid of his reaction. 

“Why didn’t you say no?!” He shouts. Flinching, I step back and goose-bumps rise on my arms. 

“I tried too; I promise!” I plead. Kai shakes his head; he grips my arm tightly. I whimper in pain. 

“Well try harder. What if he saw what was in the boxes, Y/N! How would you explain that?!”

“I-I don’t know!” 

“Exactly. Humans cannot know about us! If they find out – you know what will happen!” I nod – breath stuttering at the thought. It falls quiet before Kai lets out a long sigh, letting go of my arm. “Did he suspect anything?” I shake my head. He nods, “You cannot see him again, understand?”

“Yes sir.” Kai looks at me for a moment before speaking again.

“And that means no spying on him either.” My head falls, sadness over taking me. I nod once again and with that Kai leaves me on my own. 

-

It is late when I decide to go feed – no longer able to ignore the hunger burning my stomach. The moon is high in the sky, no clouds in the sight just the black sky. I race across the forest, chasing after deer’s until I eventually catch one. I lunge at it, tackling it to the ground, my fangs expand from my gums and pierce into the flesh. Warm blood dribbles down my throat – I moan at the sensation. The burning feeling leaving my stomach as it expands as I get fuller. As I pull back from the deer’s neck as sudden smell hits my nose; it’s strong. It smelt sweet, with a hint of spice. Once again, the hunger came back – much to my confusion. This time I couldn’t ignore it, the smell was too tempting. I felt out of control, my arms shaking in front of me. Suddenly, I went speeding off in the direction of the smell. The scent led me into the town – straight into an alleyway. 

There in front of me lay a man. He was on his back, a pool of dark blood surrounding him. The smell was intoxicating, my fangs were stabbing at my bottom lip at the smell. There was wound on his chest – he had been stabbed. I could hear him whimper softly, his breathing shallow. I inch towards him, trying to get a better view and trying not to give into my instincts that were screaming at me. As his face came into view, my mouth fell open.

I gasp. “Baekhyun!”

Rushing over to him, I fall to my knees. I pull his head onto my lap, smoothing back his hair. Tears flood my vision as I look at his pale face. “What happened?” I whispered, not sure if he could hear me. I look around trying to see if I could find someone to help us – no one was around. I begin to panic, unsure on how I could help him. His breathing became shallower, his heartbeat slowing down.

“No, no, no. Come on, you can’t give up.” I place a hand on the wound, hoping to stop the bleeding. At the sight of the blood coating my hand, my stomach clenched causing me to groan. His heartbeat got slower and slower. Panicking, I did the only thing I could think off – that would save him.

I bite my wrist; my blood began sweeping down my arm, some dripping onto Baekhyun’s shirt. I look at his face, my red eyes widen as I see that his are open. There are tears in them and are almost glazed over. He is nearing his end.  

“I’m sorry.” I whisper as I shove my wrist into this mouth, I let my blood fill his mouth until suddenly his heart stops. I let out a sob – suddenly aware that it might have not been enough to save him. 

“Please, please, please.” I chant over and over. 

I sit there, I don’t know how long for, cradling Baekhyun’s lifeless body in my arms. My sobs shaking the both of us. As I wipe the snot from my nose, I notice the sun beginning to rise – I have to leave. Letting out another strangled sob, as I move Baekhyun’s head back onto the cold ground. His lifeless eyes stare up at the dark sky, I shakily bend down and press a soft kiss onto his cheek – they were still warm. I get up to leave, my legs feel numb as I as I walk towards the exit. Just as I am about to turn the corner, the sound of movement picks up in my ear. My head snaps in the direction of Baekhyun, eyes widening as I see his leg twitch.  Rushing back, I lean over him.

“Baekhyun! Can you hear me?” He lets out a small groan, a sob of relief escapes me. “I’m going to help you, okay. Just hold onto me.” I grip him and pull him up, another groan escapes him. I wrap his arm around my shoulder, placing mine around his waist before I went speeding off into the direction of Kim manor. I drag the both of us around the back of the estate, where the stables are. I knew Kai would have my head if he found out what I had done. 

Inside I lay Baekhyun down on the hay. He is still unconscious, but every so often his hand or leg would twitch. Eventually the pain would start as my venom takes over his body. The process is painful, like someone is burning you inside out. Quickly, I rush to shut the door and hope that Kai or Sehun are out hunting still. As soon as the door is shut, Baekhyun lets out a scream off pain. I rush to him and pull him into my arms, his hands grip them tightly. It doesn’t hurt much as I have fed making me stronger. I try to soothe him, running my hand through his hair. He growls, twisting and turning in my arms. 

“Make it stop!” he pleads. I feel myself begin to cry again at the sound of his pain. I rock him gently, trying to ignore his pleads.

“It’ll be over soon, I promise.” I whisper into his hair. Baekhyun chokes out a sob before tucking his face into my neck. I feel his tears slide down my neck onto my collarbone. I bite into my wrist again and press it to his lips. He shakes his head and tries to back away. “This will help the process. Make it go faster.”

“No!” he moans, twisting away when another shot of pain erupts him – causing him to scream. As his mouth opens in mid-scream, I shove my wrist in his mouth. Baekhyun tries to shove away my wrist a few times before falling limp. His lips began to move against my skin, sucking at the blood from the bite. A shot of pleasure goes through me; a feeling I’ve never felt before. Baekhyun’s hand reaches up and holds my wrist to his mouth; he begins to suck harder – his instincts kicking in now that my venom has begun to work.

A moan leaves my lips, my eyes watching his every move. At the sound of my moan – Baekhyun’s eyes snap open. His eyes are no longer brown, but a scarlet red; that would have people become paralyzed in fear. However, to me they were mesmerizing. Baekhyun lets go of my wrist, causing it to fall to his chest. Suddenly, he sits up. His red eyes trailing over my features, a hand begun tracing my right cheek. Baekhyun rapidly lunches forward, his lips capturing mine. I gasp softly as his tongue enters my mouth. I begin moving my lips against his, lost in the feeling of his soft thin lips. My hand strokes his cheek, hair and then chest. Baekhyun lets out soft moans as I do. I turn my head, going to deepen the kiss when something sharp nips at my bottom lip. Shooting back, my hand touches it – hissing slightly, I look at my finger. Red coats it. Baekhyun face snuggles into the side of my neck, kissing it until once again he nips it. I yelp, pushing him away and notice his fangs are extended. He goes to kiss me again, but I lean back – making him growl. Goose-bumps rise at the sound, but I ignore it and push him away slightly.  

“You’re not thinking straight,” I whisper, Baekhyun tilts his head to the side and just looks at me. “You think you want me, but you don’t.” I mutter defeated, taking a stand. Baekhyun watches me for a moment before closing his eyes. “I’m going to get some blood bags, don’t leave okay?” Baekhyun ignores me, continuing to sit with his eyes shut. I leave the stables and quickly rush to the manor. As I enter the kitchen, I hurry and grab three blood bags. 

“Ahhh, the wanderer returns.” Sehun comments behind me. I freeze instantly, back going rigid. “Kai was looking for you. He wants you to visit Suho today.” 

“I can’t. I’ve got stuff to attend to.” 

“That wasn’t a request, sweetheart.” I grit my teeth, panic washing over me. I turn around and glare at the black-haired boy – who was smirking at me from across the counter. 

“How long will this take?” Sehun shrugs before walking over to me and plucks a blood bag from my arm. 

“Don’t know. He didn’t say but if I were you, I’d go now before Kai gets really angry.” 

Sighing in frustration, I shoot through the door and speed my way to Suho’s manor which is almost four hours away.  

-

The trip to Suho’s takes almost three hours and I spent another two in his house collecting documents to bring Kai. All the time I was there my mind was on Baekhyun, I hoped he was alright in the stable – that Sehun hadn’t found him. As soon as I arrived, I dropped the documents at Kai’s office before speeding off to the stable. 

The door was opened slightly, and the smell of blood hit me. Before I even entered, I knew what to expect. Pushing the door opened further, I sigh at the sight in front of me. All the animals were killed – the scene of a new-born. The uncontrollable thirst makes you go insane, killing anything that has a pulse. Taking into account how many animal Baekhyun had killed; I knew he was gaining back his mind – his human instincts would be appearing soon. As a Newborn it takes a few blood bags before your human side makes a re-appearance, and the animalistic side settles. However, the animal side will be dominant for a while until you can fully control it. And Baekhyun was nowhere near controlling it. Fear came over me as I realised where he went; back home to the town. Newborns and humans do not mix well – it’s like dangling meat in front of a starved tiger. 

Racing to the town, I try to sniff out Baekhyun. He was nearby, his scent getting stronger until I find myself outside a cottage. It wasn’t Baekhyun’s home – that was further south. The gate was open wide, along with the door. A terrible feeling come over me, my stomach began to churn as I walk through the door. The scent of blood hit me; a hand clasped over my mouth. I rushed up the stairs and into the bedroom the scent came from. Baekhyun was hunched over a girl, face pressed tightly into her neck. Her brown hair covering his face. Her pink lips were parted, brown eyes glazed over as she stared at the ceiling. Baekhyun was holding her hand tightly – if I wasn’t a vampire, I’d would have thought I walked into a romantic moment. However, I am one and I know what I walked into was a Newborn losing control.

“Baekhyun,” my voice cracks and I move forward, pulling him off the girl. He falls onto the floor, his scarlet eyes narrowing on me before softening. Ignoring him, I reach the girl and pull her face towards me. My hand going to the right side of her neck – the side not being bitten. There wasn’t any pulse. She was gone. 

“Yeri?” I hear Baekhyun’s voice whisper from behind me. He gets up and leans over me; stroking her cheek. “Yeri, wake up.” He pleads, his voice cracking. I see the tears start to well up – his instincts telling him she’s not got a pulse. 

“She’s gone, Baekhyun.” I utter, my hand touches his shoulder. His eyes narrow at me, his hand grips my throat and squeezes tightly. I choke and grip his wrist trying to tug it away when suddenly he launches me against the wall, smashing a vase in process.

“THIS IS YOUR FAULT! YOU DID THIS!” He screams before leaning down and grabbing Yeri’s body and pressing it against his chest. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry.” He repeats, kissing the dead girls’ cheeks. “I love you, come back.” He mutters.

I get up when the door bursts open again, and Kai stands there; eyes gleaming red. I froze mid- step. Baekhyun ignores the new intruder and continues to stroke Yeri’s hair. Kai looks at him and then me. 

“Please tell me you didn’t.” Kai sighs, taken sight of the Newblood. I look down and fold my hands in front of me. “Please tell me you didn’t turn him, Y/N!” I flinch at Kai’s harsh tone. 

“I had no choice! He was dying!” I protest, quickly trying to defend myself.

“So?! You let him die!” I shake my head, looking at Baekhyun who now looks at me, his scarlet eyes are narrowed – waiting for my answer.

“I couldn’t. I couldn’t let him go,” I whisper, my eyes locked on Baekhyun. Kai is quiet as he looks between Baekhyun and I. He looks at the dead girl in Baekhyun’s arms, his red eyes narrowing before he clicks his tongue.

“Okay, you with me.” He points to Baekhyun, who quickly shakes his head.

“I’m not going anywhere with you!” he spat before looking at me, “Or you!” 

“You’ll do as I say, or I’ll kill you myself.” Kai threatens to which Baekhyun just laughs.

“Do it.” Baekhyun looks back at the girl in his arms, tears slipping down his cheeks before looking back at Kai. “Please just do it. I don’t want to live in a world she isn’t in it.” 

A jolt of pain went through my chest, my eyes burn slightly as I looked away from the brown-haired boy. I notice Kai looking at me from the corner of my eye. I shake my head and decide to leave the room – letting Kai deal with Baekhyun. 

Somehow, Kai managed to persuade Baekhyun to come back to Kim manor. Baekhyun paced back and forth whilst Kai and I sat on the couch in front of him. Kai had explained to Baekhyun the ins and outs of being a vampire. Baekhyun didn’t ask questions or even speak; just paced back and forth. I was worried. 

I was about to speak when Baekhyun’s fist collided with the large mirror hanging on the mirror. I yelp as it fell off the wall and onto the floor. Kai watched with amusement as Baekhyun continued to smash and throw things – Kai lean over and poured whiskey into a glass, taking a sip as Baekhyun kicked a chair. 

“Baekhyun stop!” I yelled, flinching as he picked up a small marble statue and launched it on the floor. He growled before storming towards me – scarlet eyes flashing dangerously, I watch as he goes to hit me when a hand suddenly grabs his wrist. My eyes travel from hand to face – my eyes widen.��

“You don’t hit a lady,” Sehun growled, throwing Baekhyun hard against the table. Baekhyun rolled onto the floor and lay there, sobs leaving his lips. 

“I killed her!” he sobbed out. Sehun let out a groan, rolling his eyes before stomping over and pulling him to his feet. 

“Get over it. You’re a vampire, you kill things. It’s how we live.” 

“Sehun!” I scold, Sehun looks over to me whilst shrugging. 

“It’s true, Y/N. You shouldn’t sugar coat it.” I go to speak but Kai interrupts me.

“Sehun’s right. We kill to survive. What happened was unfortunate, but you can’t go back.” 

Baekhyun glares at us all, his eyes glare at me the longest. 

“I just killed the woman I love and your telling me to get over it.” His voice is low and calm – which scares me more. 

Sehun shrugs. “Well you can’t bring her back. And anyway, how was that going to work. You’re a vampire now – you’d kill her eventually.” 

Baekhyun eyes clenched shut before suddenly he jumps for Sehun. Both boys fall to the floor, throwing punches at each other. I’m yelling for them to stop. Kai is simply laughing. Sehun throws Baekhyun in the air, his back colliding with the fireplace. Marble lands on the floor. I yell again but once again I’m ignored. Both Sehun and Baekhyun are punching into each other, making no move to stop. I turn to Kai my red eyes pleading for him to do something. He sips more of his whiskey, smirking at the two boys fighting in front of him. 

“Kai, please!” I cry, he looks at me – smirk falling of his face before he sighs. Quickly, he grabs Sehun off Baekhyun throwing him towards the front door before launching Baekhyun towards the kitchen. Both boys groan as they struggle to get up. 

“I would stay down if I were you two,” Kai comments, before pouring more whiskey into his glass.  I move to go to Baekhyun when he suddenly growled at me. His scarlet eyes flash at me and for a moment I thought he was going to hit me or try to kill me. 

“You made me a monster,” He growled out. “So, I’ll show you exactly what a monster can do. I’ll make your life hell.” His eyes flash to Kai then too Sehun – who is now sat up glaring at Baekhyun. “All of you.” With that, Baekhyun sprinted out the door. 

-

The town was painted red. Blood was splattered all over the walls, pools of blood touches my shoes. Bodies lay lifeless all over the street, every one of them drained of blood. Tears slipped down my cheeks as I look at them, recognising people I had spoken to – who were nice to me. All dead, left to rot away. 

“This is like something from my dreams,” Sehun comments from behind me, I glare at him as I roughly wipe away the tears. 

“That’s disgusting.” I mutter causing Sehun to snort. 

“Come on, you’re seriously telling me that you haven’t thought about draining a human dry before?”

“Not particularly no. I’m not a killer.” Sehun goes to comment further but I cut him off. “Now is not the time. We need to find Baekhyun.” 

The sounds of screams startle me, turning around I quickly sprint towards the sound. Sehun sighs before following me.  

Baekhyun has a man pressed to the wall, his arm pressed against his neck – cutting off his air supply. A young female is wailing on the ground, tugging at Baekhyun’s trousers. 

“Please no. I beg of you, please don’t kill him!” she cries. Baekhyun looks down at her, an evil smirk plastered on his face. Baekhyun grabs the man face between his hands before twisting harshly, effectively snapping his neck. The man’s body falls limp. The girl lets out a scream, crawling to the now dead man, sobbing into his neck. 

“Baekhyun!” I call out, knowing exactly what he was about to do. His red eyes snap to mine, glaring at me. I swallow before walking slowly over to him. “You have to stop.” Baekhyun laughs at this.

“Why? I’m being what you made me to be. A monster. This is what monster do – they destroy everything!” He grips the girl by the hair, dragging her up before latching his mouth onto her neck, teeth sinking into her sink. She screams and begins thrashing in his hold, tears stream down her face. 

I stand there paralyzed as I watch him kill her, right in front of me. Sehun tuts behind me before appearing in front of Baekhyun. He grips Baekhyun by the neck forcefully pulling him from the girl’s neck. He pushes him against the wall, holding him tightly there. Sehun turns to me as Baekhyun struggles in his grip.

“Y/N help her!” he orders. I look at the girl on the floor, neck spilling blood onto the concrete. My stomach aches at the sight, fangs prodding at my bottom lip. I continue to stare which causes Sehun to growl. “Y/N!” he yells, and my eyes snap to him. Baekhyun is no longer struggling but watching me with amused filled eyes.

“Go on, Y/N. Take a bite.” He coaxes, smirking at me. I gulp, looking back at the girl. She continues to bleed out on the floor. I knew by the time someone gets here it would be too late – she would be gone, but I have a chance to save her, to heal her. Lifting my eyes to meet Baekhyun, his smirk is gone – his face expressionless. 

“No, I’m not a murderer.” Launching forward, I grip the girls neck forcing her to look at me. I bite into my wrist and force it into her mouth, she swallows quickly. I watch as the wound heals. She falls unconscious, the blood loss taking its toll.  

Smack!

My eyes dart to Sehun and Baekhyun – Baekhyun swings a punch at Sehun, knocking him into the wall. His eyes are a furious red as he lunges for Sehun. Baekhyun snaps his head forward, headbutting Sehun before kneeing him in the guts. Swinging his fist back, Baekhyun slams it into Sehun’s face smashing him through the building wall – creating a massive hole. I gasp, falling onto my back.

He was strong, really strong for a Newborn. 

Baekhyun eyes the unconscious girl in my arms, my eyes widen. Quickly I grip the girl turning her around, so my back is to Baekhyun. He grips me tugging me back, his hand wraps around my hair – trying to get me to let loose of the girl. He pulls me harder, my grip loosening on the girl causing her to fall onto the floor. Baekhyun slams me into the wall, his hands gripping my shoulders keeping me pinned there. 

He’s breathing heavy, as am I. He just stares, eyes roaming my face.

“Do it,” I whisper. Baekhyun frowns, mouth pouting. 

“Do what?” 

“Kill me,” His red eyes widen. He suddenly let’s go of me taking a step back; he ran a hand through his hair as he began to pace. I frown also.  “Isn’t that what you want? For me to be dead – get your revenge?” I query. 

“Yes – no. I don’t know.” I note the fire in his eye is slowly fading. The blood lust finally leaving his body.

“Baekhyun look at me.” I command, his eyes flash to me, they are welling up with tears.  

“I-I want to be human. I don’t want to be this. Please tell me there’s a cure!” Suddenly he’s gripping me again, pleading for me to reverse his curse.

“I wish I could – but I can’t. I’m sorry.” He looks at the girl on the floor then me, his eyes flash scarlet again, his hand began digging into my skin causing me to wince. He’s angry again. Suddenly, he drops me before speeding off – leaving a gust of wind behind. 

I thought I was getting through to him, I thought I could make him see sense. I thought I could make him see that being a vampire might not be all bad.

“Where is he?” I jump at the voice, turning around I see Sehun limping out of the hole Baekhyun had creating. I quickly go to him, looking at the wounds on his face that are slowly healing. Baekhyun had split his lip and broken his nose. 

“He left.”

I reach my hand up and wipe the blood dripping from his nose. Sehun grips my hand, running his thumb over my knuckles.

“This isn’t going to end well, Y/N.” I close my eyes, feeling sobs rise up my throat.

“I know.” I choke. “It’s all my fault.” Sehun shakes his head letting go of my hand, his eyes looking at where Baekhyun had just left.

“No this is all him. We gave him a choice and he chose this.”

“But I didn’t help him–”

“He didn’t want help, Y/N. I get he’s grieving, and it hurts. We all know that; we’ve been through it. But our stories are worse than his but we’re not out there slaughtering towns! You’ve been through worse than he has and yet you’ve never killed a human before.”

“Everyone reacts differently, Sehun!” I protest. Sehun just shake his head before leaning against the wall.

“It doesn’t matter now. By now, the Elders will have been informed.” I freeze at the mention of the Elders. My breath quickens. 

“No, no, no.” I mutter, my hand covering my mouth as the realisation sinks in. “I have to do something!” Quickly I follow where Baekhyun left, trying to pick up his scent.

“It’s too late Y/N!” Sehun calls. Ignoring him, I sprint to the main part of town and come to a halt.

The remaining people are running and screaming as I stare at the scene in front of me. Up ahead on the edge of the hill sat the house I call home. Except now it’s on fire. 

“Baekhyun what have you done?” I mutter as tears fall down my cheeks.    

-

As I got closer to the burning building, I was nervous, petrified. I can see Baekhyun standing at the gate, his back is to me. I know he knows I’m there; he’s waiting for me. I walk closer, taking a deep breath. 

“Why did you do it, Y/N?” he asks as I stand beside him. He’s no longer angry, just depressed and grieving. 

“You were dying.” I shrug, trying hard to come across a brave and indifferent – like Kai. In hopes that my feelings wouldn’t get hurt.

“You should have let me die. It was my time.” 

“Maybe or maybe it was fate that I turned you. We will never know.” I turn to him, his scarlet eyes already looking at me. “But what I do know is this: I will never regret saving you.”

Baekhyun sighs and looks away. “You didn’t save me, Y/N. You just gave me an eternity of misery. I’m a monster now.”  

“You’re not a monster!” I protest, growling slightly. “You are the kindest man I have ever seen. You go out your way to help people, without expecting something in return. You –”

“I was human then, Y/N!” he cuts me off, tugging at his hair. “I’m not that man now. He’s gone.”

“No, he’s not.” I whisper. “Just because you’re a vampire doesn’t mean you have to forget who you are.” 

Baekhyun is silent so I continue.

“I’m sorry for everything, Baekhyun. I really hope one day you can forgive me. I’ll leave you alone now.” Feeling brave, I lean over a press a small kiss to his cheek. His eyes flutter close. “Goodbye, Byun Baekhyun.” 

Holding back a sob, I turn and leaving him standing there – letting him make his own choice, the choice I took away from him. 

-

As I come to the end of the lane, I fall to my knees and cry into my hands. A breeze blows from beside me, I look up with blurry eyes and see Sehun glaring at something in front of us. I wipe my eyes whilst sniffing before looking forward, I spot the black carriage at the bottom of the hill. My body instantly freezes, my breath hitching. Looking back to the burning house I note that Baekhyun is no longer in sight – I exhale in relief. 

“They were quick.” Kai appears at my left side. Kai’s eyes are dark, almost black as he watches the carriage doors open. Two men exit the carriage, both wearing long dark cloaks. They make their way towards us. Kai growls lowly in his throat as they come closer, the blonde-haired man let out a chuckle at the sound. 

“What a nice way to greet your master, Jongin!” He chirps as he finally stood in front of us. His iced blue eyes looked at the still burning building behind us and smiled widely. “I like what you’ve done with the place.” 

“What do you want, Tobias?” Kai once again growled. Sehun moved in front of me slightly as the other man’s black eyes danced dangerously over my figure causing me to shudder. Kai steps a further step in front me, blocking me completely. 

“We got word of a rogue vampire on the loose, destroying the town and revealing our kind.” Suddenly, Tobias grips Kai’s collar tightly in his hand. “Where is the little vampire, hmmm?” Kai grunts, struggling in his hold. 

“I don’t know!” he growls, Tobias lets out a chuckle before nodding towards the other man. The other man grabs Sehun and forcing him onto his knees and grip his neck tightly in his hand. 

“Come on, Jongin. Just tell us and nobody will get hurt.” Kai shakes his head, his dark maroon eyes glancing at both Sehun and I. 

“I don’t where he is!” Sehun lets out a choked gasp as the man increases the pressure on his neck causing a crack to begin itching its way up Sehun’s neck. 

“No Newborn can resist the call of its maker, so call him.” Tobias orders. Kai stays silent Tobias gives a quick nod to the man. Kai shakes his head – his dark eyes look swiftly at me. 

Kai couldn’t call Baekhyun only I could.  

“Wait!” I yelp just as the man was about to snap Sehun’s neck. Tobias’s blue eyes flicker to me, I feel my breath stutter slightly. 

“Kai didn’t turn him, I did.” Tobias drops Kai and makes his way towards me, a creepy smile appearing on his face.

“And you are?” Standing up, I take a step forward, remaining eye contact with him.

“Y/N.” Tobias grins before running a cold index finger along my cheek. I struggle not to flinch back. 

“Y/N, do you know the price of turning a human into a vampire without consent of the Elders?” I shake my head fearfully. “It’s death, for both maker and vampire.” I frown before looking at Kai – he eyes the floor, avoiding my stare. Tobias catches on, looking between both of us before letting out a chuckle. 

“Ah yes, of course Jongin didn’t tell you about his meeting with us. He may act like he has authority, but authority is something Jongin will never be able to have, isn’t that right pet?” Kai looks away, ashamed. “However, I am willing to make an exception!” Tobias announces. 

Kai’s head quickly darts back to his maker, Tobias grins evilly at him before turning back to me. “I will spare both you and the Newblood’s life if you come with me.”

“NO!” Kai screeches quickly appearing in front of me, blocking Tobias from my view. “You will not take her! You can take me instead; I will pay for her crime since I am her master.” Tobias chuckles before shaking his head.

“No, Jongin this is her crime and she will pay for it herself.” Tobias reaches out his hand for me to take. I eye it for a moment, Kai quickly turns around griping my shoulders.

“Don’t you dare take his hand, Y/N,” his red eyes are pleading me, almost warning me of what I am entering into. I look at Sehun – who is still held captured, his blood red eyes are wide with fear. Looking back at Kai, I remove his hands from my shoulder.

“I’m sorry,” I whisper as I place my hand into Tobias cold one. 

Tobias tugs me forward, away from Kai and Sehun. “Baz let the boy go!” he orders. The man, Baz, throws Sehun onto the ground before following behind us. Tobias ushers me into the carriage and harshly slams the door. From the window I watch as Kai falls to his knees, his hands tugging harshly at his hair. Sehun watches with sorrow filled eyes as the carriage sets off. From the trees, I spot a figure standing watching the carriage. His red eyes glowed in the dark night; I place my hand on the window wishing I could feel him one last time. I continue to watch him until he was out of my sight. 

-

We arrived at a large manor – much larger than Kim manor. The carriage doors open, Baz stands at side holding the door open, he reaches a handout to me. I look at it fearfully, before ternately placing mine into his, he tugs me forward out of the carriage. Tobias meets us at the gate, his blue eyes linger on my figure before meeting my own eyes. He ushers me into the building. The hallway is grand; filled with portraits of men in dark suits – previous elders. The great leaders of the original vampire clangs. I spot a portrait of Tobias; he is the very last painting I see before we enter the living area. Tobias gestures for me to take a seat on the red velvet couch, I gulp slightly before speaking.

“Forgive me, but am I not supposed to be imprisoned?” Tobias barks out a laugh, reach for the brown liquid in the glass bottle. Carefully he pours it into two small glasses before handing me one. I take it with shaking hands. 

“No, no, I have bigger plans for you, my love.” He smirks at me before downing his drink. Tobias walks towards me, the smirk still present on his lips. Gently, he runs a hand through my hair, twirling it between his fingers. “You will obey me, sweet Y/N. That is your punishment.” He takes the untouched drink from my hand and places it on the table, his cold hand returns to mine as he began tugging me down the hallway. My eyes sting as tear being to once again well up, I look at the dark brown door in front of me. Tobias swings it open revealing a bedroom. A large king-sized bed is centre of the room covered in dark red bedding. My legs feel heavy beneath me as Tobias continues to tug me into the bedroom. I can feel the urge to beg on the tip of my tongue; the flashes of Sehun and Kai stop me. I will endure this. I will pay for my crime in any form possible.

Tobias cold lips touch the skin of my lips; my eyes flutter close as I will myself not to shudder in disgust. He turns me around; my eyes still remain close – too scared to look into his eyes. “Look at me.” He hums, I slowly flutter my eyes open and he grins. His thumb wipes away the stray tear that slips down my cheek. Tobias’s eyes being to glow – the blue darkens but the whites of his eyes glow. 

“Kiss me,” My arms move on their own, wrapping themselves around his neck. I stand on my tiptoes and connect my lips to his. It feels foreign, like I have no control. And suddenly, I realise I don’t. This is his gift: mind control. And this is my punishment: I will be his toy, his slave until he has no use for me.

The tears slide further down my face as Tobias pushes me onto the bed. I stare at the ceiling, hoping it will be over soon. As he rips of the dress, I plead my mind to distract me, to take me away from this nightmare. His hands begin to touch my skin – I think of Kai. His fangs sink into the flesh under my breast, I scream in pain and thrash around, he holds me down. My mind goes to Sehun. And when he finally enters me; Baekhyun’s face appears. 

I will endure this torture for them. 

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#6. Rival AU. Baekhyun. Let's get this fucking bread.♡

A/n: HERE WE GO, anything for my daddy ;) @illneverrecover

Compass

Summary: You and Byun Baekhyun are soccer coaches for your children’s rival soccer teams, and you can’t stand him. At least, until you get lost on a camping trip together.

Warnings: Sex in the woods, public sex, unprotected sex, oral sex (male receiving) P H E W

Word Count:1626 (drabble my ass)

You see him while your daughter is running for the bus and you’re chasing her and you want to scream.

It’s already been a hell morning getting your daughter, Ellie, ready for the soccer team camping trip, and you knew the soccer coach, Baekhyun, would be there, but somehow it just made the day so much worse.

You’re not even sure what it is about him that infuriates you, if it’s his stupid innuendo during practice or how he barked at you for being too close to the sidelines during coaching or his stupid handsome face….but he makes your blood boil.

His little boy, Byungwoo, comes running up to say hello to your daughter and she grins and hugs him.

You finally crack a smile as you approach. Byungwoo is sweet as sugar and loves playing with your little girl. He cried for hours when he accidentally kicked her once during practice, causing a bruise.

How he got to be so sweet with a dad like Byun Baekhyun, you’d never know.

It doesn’t help that your daughter isn’t even on his team and she adores Baekhyun, going on and on about how she wishes she could be on his team instead and what a great coach he is.

You’re her coach, damnit, and also her mother so she should prefer your team.

“Well, hello there, cutie,” Baekhyun drawls, and he winks at you when Ellie squeals as he picks her up.

You scoff and roll your eyes, ruffling Byungwoo’s hair as he looks up at you. “Been practicing your goalie techniques?” You ask, and he gives you a big gap-toothed smile.

The bus is packed already, except for two seats, and Ellie and Byungwoo take one, giggling and talking.

“Uh, Ellie, don’t you wanna sit with Mama?”

Ellie links her arm with Byungwoo’s. “No! I’m sitting with Byung and you can’t make me move!”

You sigh, knowing a sure-fire way to make her throw a tantrum is to separate them.

Baekhyun is already sitting in the empty seat, and he smirks at you and pats the seat next to him.

“Everyone aboard!” The bus driver yells and the bus lurches forward, depositing you directly on Baekhyun’s lap.

“I meant sit next to me, but I’m not complaining,” he murmurs in your ear.

You smack him on the chest, which backfires because it’s surprisingly firm, and scramble to sit upright next to him.

He just chuckles and your blood is boiling, you hate hate hate him and how your heart is racing.

You make it to the campsite without incident, and everything goes fine until someone suggests a hike and two of the other chaperones take the kids up ahead while you’re still struggling to put on your hiking boots.

You’re not what one would call “outdoorsy,” but you figured you could wing it, just like everything else.

Turns out, hiking boots are a pain in the ass, but not as big a pain as Byun Baekhyun, because he ends up trying to help you while also endlessly teasing you.

“Are your feet really this big?”

“Shut up! These boots are broken!”

By the time you get them tied, after begrudgingly accepting his help, the kids and other chaperones are nowhere to be seen, and you take off ahead, bitching at him the whole way.

“This is all your fault, you know. I was flustered from the bus and-”

“Flustered? Aw, cutie, I’m touched that you’re so affected by me.”

You look over at him and you hate his stupid smirk and his whole stupid handsome face and you’re stumbling over roots and trying to take a shortcut to get away from him.

He follows you silently other than a chuckle here or there, and soon enough, you’re hopelessly lost.

“Fuck!” You yell.

“I knew you had a dirty mouth,” he murmurs, right against your ear, and you almost trip over a root, twisting your ankle.

You’re hot and tired and frustrated and now your ankle hurts so you lash out.

“How can you have such a sweet kid and be such a bastard!”

You try to walk away on your wounded ankle and suddenly he heaves you over his shoulder.

You yelp and kick but he just firmly holds you there.

“Byungwoo’s mom ran off when he was six months old. I’m doing my best.” He says, quietly, and you go still.

“Ellie’s dad left when I was pregnant,” you mumble stubbornly. “Still no excuse for teasing me all the time.”

He sets you down against a tree, eyes flashing. “And why do you think I tease you all the time? Why do you think I always schedule our games in the same fields as yours? Why do you think I went on this stupid trip?”

“I dunno. Because you want to cause me suffering?” You mutter.

He’s standing too close and he smells good and you kinda want to disappear into the ground.

“Because I like you, dummy.”

Your mouth falls open. “You what now?”

He puts a hand on your face, caressing your cheek. “I like you. You’re fiery and sexy and you’re a great mom…and when I tease you, you get all cute and huffy…”

“I am not-”

He cuts you off with his mouth on yours and you let out a sound of protest before melting into him. It’s almost embarrassing how quickly your knees go weak when he slips his tongue into your mouth, one hand cupping your ass.

He moves his mouth to your neck and presses his hips up into yours, murmuring against your skin.

“Do you know how long I’ve wanted to kiss that smart mouth?”

“Was it that time I called you a motherfucker under my breath at the last game?” You breathe, trying to keep your composure.

He shakes his head, smiling. “Before that, when you shot me a bird behind Ellie’s back when I told you she should work on her footwork.”

“Her footwork is perfect!”

“It is now. You made her focus on it just to spite me.”

He’s trailing a hand up your shirt, fingertips on your ribcage, teasing under the edge of your sports bra and you’re shaking.

“Baek… we’re lost in the woods.”

“We’re not lost,” he murmurs, kissing your throat. “I once got chased through these woods by a crazy ex, I know exactly where we are.”

“Thank God for your whorish ways,” You snort, but it turns into a moan when Baekhyun gets his hand under your bra to brush his palm against your pebbled nipple.

“We could stay lost just a little while longer….” He twists your nipple between his fingers and you gasp.

You reach down to cup him through his jeans, he’s hard as diamond and he buries his face in your neck, moaning.

“Ah, cutie, I wasn’t planning to fuck you in these woods but if you do that…”

“Why not? The birds won’t tell.” You smirk, unbuttoning his jeans.

“Way to make a guy fall in love,” he says, looking down at your fingers slipping underneath his boxers, breath catching in his throat.

“Shut up.” You release him from his jeans and squat down to take his cock in your mouth and he braces against the tree, and he’s so loud you hope the kids are far away.

“Oh, fuck, I want to fill up that smart mouth…”

You come off him with a smile and a wink. “Next time.”

He looks at you almost awed. “I really am going to fall in love.”

“Shut up!” But you’re laughing and pulling your shorts and panties off.

You hop up into his arms and he slides inside you with ease, and you cry out when he starts fucking you hard and fast.

Your back will be scraped from the tree but you can’t bring yourself to care, he’s talking so much, moaning right into your ear.

“I’ve wanted you so badly, Y/n, in all those little shorts you wear, flashing your thighs at me…it almost made me angry. I thought about how I’d tease you until you were begging to be filled with my cock but you feel so fucking good, you-”

“I said shut up,” you breathe, and kiss him hard, rocking your hips against his, his pelvic bone slamming into your clit in just the right way, and he’s filling you so well, and you come almost in unison, both of you moaning into each other’s mouths, and you bite his lip so hard you taste blood.

You panic only for a moment, when it’s over, and when he lets you down he slides you down his body and kisses your jawline and suddenly you feel better, suddenly you feel like maybe it’ll all be okay, maybe he’s not like your ex-husband.

He’s all handsy and sweet on the way back to the camp, telling you how beautiful you are and how he’s going to take you out when you get back home, and when Byungwoo comes running up the hill and throws himself into his dad’s arms, you realize he’s nothing like your ex at all, and you’d misjudged him all this time.

When Ellie sneaks into him and Byungwoo’s tent later that night so that she can cuddle up to her best friend, you can’t help but smile when you see her little footprints.

You unzip the bag and Baekhyun looks up at you, with both kids draped over him, and beckons toward you with two fingers. You spend the night cuddled up in a pile, and from then on, you’re an inseparable foursome, even though he still tells you that you have a smart mouth every day.

You always respond, “Shut up,” and he’s always smiling when you kiss him.

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