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lady-olive-oil · 5 years

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So Into You: Chapter 3

Note: I finally got the chance to update SOMETHING. Good gawd. I’m not gonna waste y’all’s time, so here we go!

Warnings: if ya squint and tilt your head to the left it’s bare minimum

Word Count: 3,465

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Premier days contain the following; hair and makeup, fasting for days, needing to fit in said perfect outfit picked out months ahead of time, sneak peak pics for the gram and occasional teasing from a pair of old friends.

“All my life, been grindin' all my life. Sacrificed, hustled, paid the price, Want a slice, gotta roll the dice

That's why all my life, I been grindin' all my life. All my life, been grindin' all my life. Sacrificed, hustled, paid the price, Want a slice, gotta roll the dice

That's why, all my life, I been grindin' all my life.”

Getting into the groove of premier night, the sounds of the late great Nipsey Hustle rant through the walls of my decent sized hotel room. There’s curl wands on the counter; a few makeup cases opened, couple of dresses on hangers in the spacious bathroom and just wine flowing mixed with the good vibes.

Chris has stayed over my house over the weekend for the premier of Endgame. Yes a few kisses were shared, slight touching here and there but that’s all it’s been. Sharing a bed with him with our feelings out in the open, it’s really different now for the both of us. The way he makes me feel now, is way different than before. We agreed we’d switch up the tradition and get ready at the Hollywood Roosevelt Hotel, in separate rooms that happen to be 3 doors down from each other.

A familiar voice had been heard, on the other side of the door, over the music to suddenly stop the flow. Becoming alert, I had tightened the tie on my silk robe. “Knock knock.”

Upon opening the door, I had to contain the excitement when Cleo came in. “Come on in, come on in!”

“I heard there was a certain goddess, that needed a dress for the one of the biggest Marvel movies ever. I of course care prepared and granted what the queen asked for.” As she set up the dress on the rack next to Danai’s, I unzipped it and was floored.

Cleo does not disappoint at all. The dress was white, with a gold beaded bodice flowing down from the breast line; cut out shoulders with spaghetti straps, a cape and it hit right at floor length. It was more elegant as I could imagine. A growing smirk appeared on my face, as a sinister thought came to mind and boy I was ready for it.

“That look, I know that look Roxanne.” Danai was always on my toes when it came to certain moments. Especially in rehearsals, we formed a tight bond and I couldn’t be happier to have her in this moment.

“Oh lord that look. The one look that says, “I plan on making guys sweat.” Kind of look. Know it all too damn well.”

“Whatever do you ladies mean?” I tried to play it off, but my face was giving it away too easily.

“Who are you planning on having to stop in their tracks this evening, Ms. Alexander?” Danai asked out of curiosity, while getting her makeup done.

A soft shrug and a smirk, was given. “That’s for me to know, and for everyone to find out later if anything happens from it.”

“Well, we gonna guess who the mystery man is.” Cleo arched a brow in triumph.

“Cause he’s putting a smile on that gorgeous face, and we wanna know who.” Tessa, who is also one of my good friends, was always one to get on the case for anything.

“Guess away ladies. You may or may not get it.”

Getting my hair curled, I felt a sense of adrenaline rush through me with trying to keep this a secret. Over 30 plus years of friendship, with added pent up sexual frustration, has come to a halt with a kiss and revelation.

Upon moisturizing my legs to shine in these pictures, I received a text from Chris. Only god knows what he wants at a time like this.

Chris: I bet you’re gonna look real good tonight, baby doll.

Baby doll? That’s a new one. The grin on my face must’ve gave it away, by the glares I got from the girls.

“Now now who's making Kida all happy? Is it Milo?” Tessa never missed a beat when it came to guessing games. As far as she knows, I hope she doesn’t guess Chris. Responding back to his text I had to be quick, I had to hide my phone away from the vultures. Yet he replied with quick like speed.

Me: baby doll? That’s a new one, Evans. You planning on showing out tonight? Being America’s golden boy and all.

Chris: You know I will be. I have Cleo to thank for styling me.

“She’s grinning like a Cheshire Cat! Who is the man?” Cleo grabbed my arm and shook vigorously. The girl had a vice grip on me and I couldn’t help but laugh.

“If I tell y’all, will y’all stop asking?”

“Yes!”

“Ok damn.” I bit my bottom lip feeling anxious about delivering the news. We weren’t legit yet but I could trust them to keep it quiet. Geneva and Miyah already know so, why not tell the rest of my tribe? Well part of the tribe anyway.

“The Milo Thatch to my Kidagakash, is Evans.” I say with my eyes closed, awaiting the peanut gallery as I slipped into my dress and heels.

Danai was giddy as a kid in a candy store. “I knew it!!! Y’all got closer over rehearsals. I knew that whole only childhood friends thing wouldn’t last.”

“What about Delilah?” Cleo arches a brow, before zipping me up in my dress, then helped the other girls.

“Tuh. What about her?” If my hunch was correct, I would I think she’d be cheating on Chris without a second thought. She already has her name out there being a low budget actress and all, thinking she’s high and mighty.

With a slight nudge from Tessa, we shared a smile. “She has an inkling that little miss Delilah is messing around on Chris. If she is then he has every right to explore whatever he’s got going on with Roxie. They deserve it.”

Cleo added they final touches on my makeup. “That is true. Well, ladies you’re all set and ready to go. The car is outside and I’m sure your dates are too. I’m sorry I can’t make it, already have plans.”

“Girl why aren’t you going? Is it Jake?” I asked with a smile.

“Ha ha, very funny. It kind of is but it’s me, him and Callie. We’re doing dinner at the house and his date got canceled. No it wasn’t me this time, I need to get my hit count up though. Anyway, I gotta get Callie from her dads. Send me pictures!” On her way out she said her goodbyes, and we all headed out as well.

The look she gave me when she saw Chris come out of his room, was sinister. She pointed down the hall towards me and he froze instantly. When was the last time he saw me in a dress? My birthday party actually, and it was a sundress. This one was form fitting and gods know I loved every moment of it.

Now Chris on the other hand, he looked like a god. His elegant royal blue suit, paired nicely with a simple black and dress shoes. He looked regal almost, yet commanding as he always did when he walked into a room. He held out his hand to me, I graciously take it as he spun me around.

“You look amazing. God damn I can’t believe I was blind to not see the beauty in my best friend. I mean I always knew you were beautiful but, damn. Look at my girl.”

“Chris honey, you’re rambling.” I couldn’t help but chuckle at his bashful nature, as I pecked his cheek. I let the ‘my girl’ comment slide for now.

“You look good too, hella good actually let me check you out now.”

Having him give me a full turn, showing off the goods here and there I could tell he felt good. The smirk on his face was proof enough for me. I could tell he hung out with Anthony Mackie too much.

“Salvatore Ferragamo? Nice job.”

“Yes actually, custom too. You’re good Roxie, very good.” Offering me his arm to hook with mine, I did so as we headed for the car downstairs.

“Well I know my suits like I know my man. Plus, you don’t wear anything but Italian cause mama Evans and I talk.”

“Your man huh? Since when am I your man, Alexander?” He looked at me before we both got in the SUV, eyeing me down like prey. If we weren’t going to this premier I’d be jumping his bones right about now.

“Since we’re on the subject, since when am I your girl?” I whispered against his lips in a seductive tone, watching him buckle at the knees.

Sending a wink in my direction, I knew this ride was gonna be awkward and dirty. “Since forever. You know that, doll.”

The car ride was exactly that and more. We weren’t even that far from the Dolby Theatre, about 10-15 minutes out, and he couldn’t keep his hands off of me. His left hand was creeping up my right thigh, making me close my eyes at the feeling. Having his hands on me was always a fantasy of mine and to have it come to reality, was something brand new.

“Christopher, were almost there and you need to chill.” I say through my small giggles. The crowd was even louder than I anticipated and I could feel their energy through the car.

Once we got out of the car, the paparazzi were swarming like mosquitoes on a muggy summer night. Asking a question left and right, gesturing me to turn for pictures. I let Chris do his thing at a distance, that was until he called me over to take pictures and answer some questions. Of course I had to plug Cleo’s designs when asked about my dress, no way was I gonna leave my girl hanging.

“Seeing as though this is going to be one of my last interviews, I have to say Miss Roxie I have to say you look good girl.” Zuri Hall, one of the best interviewers around for Entertainment Tonight, always made it her mission to find me. I loved the girl the death, her personality was just outstanding and her energy was electrifying.

“Girl I’m just trying to be like you, all fine and our here doing the damn thing.” I was never one to hide my presence when it came to interviews.

“Last time we spoke it was a year ago for Infinity War, as a Dora Milaje.”

“Correct, I was one of the fearsome warriors.” I nodded gently with a sweet smile etched on my face, then looked over at Chris who was doing his own thing. Zuri must’ve caught me cause she chuckled softly.

“And you’re here with one of the main stars correct?”

“You caught me slippin. But yes I am, Chris Evans himself. America’s golden child if you will. We’ve been best friends since we were kids, and to be in each other’s lives for this long with our careers it’s astounding really.”

Whenever I talk about the friendship Chris and I had, it made me feel special and proud to have a guy like him be my friend for so long. Maybe in more than friends if the stars aligned.

“With a friendship that tight I can only imagine the shenanigans you two get into.”

“Oh yeah, it’s a lot going on but it’s all fun.”

“That being said, what can you tell me about the movie?” Arching her left brow, Zuri tried her best to get information out of me, but that wasn’t gonna happen.

“All I can say is: be ready. That’s all I can say because we were all shooting scenes at different times and no one really knows how it all ends but the core six. The rest of us common folk don’t know anything.”

“Ah man. Well I tried ladies and gentlemen. Special thanks to you Roxanne for the opportunity, we’re all excited for the movie. I know I am, back to you guys.” Once the interview ended, Chris signaled for me to meet him down by the end of the carpet.

Upon walking twisted him, to my left I saw a curly blonde head with pink tips. How many people has that hair style? Stopping in my tracks I was shocked to see none other than Delilah herself. She decided to come after all huh? Getting a closer look I saw who her date was, and to say I wasn’t shocked at all was facts. Carter and I have been on and off for years, just a few months back I called it off because I needed someone committed to me and not just for publicity.

Carter was never an honest lover to be honest. He looked like the sneaky type because he is. He’s conniving, vindictive and just plain douche. Yet to know he’s with Delilah and she didn’t tell Chris was a bitch move. Part of me wants to tell him, but the rest of me is gonna keep my mouth shut until the volcano erupts.

“Ready to cry? Everything ok? You look like you’ve seen a ghost.” He asked in a teasing tone, lacing my fingers with his to get me out of my trance.

Once coming to, I rolled my eyes playfully as we walked amongst the crowd, I bit my bottom lip. “Yeah, yeah. I’m good. Glad I have setting spray on, let's do this.”

-3 Hours and 2 Min later-

“Y’all ain’t right. My god that wasn’t fair!”

“I told you, you were gonna cry. You didn’t want to listen to me.”

“You’re an ass. Actually no, scratch that Steve is an ass. I’m happy for Sam, I am cause I know Khadijah is excited as fuck. But really? Steve just had to go back to Peggy? I know it’s just a movie but that was a dumbass move.”

To say Chris was enjoying my ranting was an understatement. I could tell he was doing his signature left boob grab, as he laughed in hysterics. I made him stay on the other side of the door, as I changed into my second dress for the after party back in the hotel room.

The royal blue dress hugged my curves like a glove. It was another one of Cleo’s creations, with a keyhole and gold embellishments around it. The top was mainly a halter top but still showed off a little something. I somehow managed to get the zipper all the way up with a wire hanger.

Stepping out in all my glory, I made my best friend stop in his tracks this time around. He eyed me up and down, with the classic wolf whistle.

“Roxanne, Roxanne. You can’t keep doing this to me.” Planting kisses all on my face and being handsy, I never experienced affection this much.

“Christopher, come on love. We can’t be late and everyone is expecting you.” Pinching his cheeks caused him to stop and bite his lip.

“Ok ok. Let’s go so I can show my best friend off.” Holding my hand once more, we managed to make it back to the car on time and to the party.

-After Party-

The party was live and full of good vibes as it should be. Chris was talking with the guys by the bar, and I was hanging with the girls by the fountain. We promised to find each other on the dance floor when the time was right. I was still thinking about seeing Delilah and Carter our in public and can only think about what the tabloids were gonna say.

Tessa rapped me on my shoulder. “Roxie, you got something on your mind? You’re staring into space.”

“Hmm? Oh I’m sorry, it’s just I saw something today and I can’t shake it. I’m still seeing images in my head.” Since Tessa caught me this time around, I couldn’t shake the thought away. Granted all Chris and I are doing is just cuddling and sharing a few kisses. He did tell Delilah that he’d be at the premier and after party with me. Yet she’s here, just hanging on all over Carter.

They’re like 10 feet away from me, cuddled up on a plush couch sharing a few laughs. Part of me wanted to tell Chris so bad, but I didn’t want to ruin his night by being vindictive.

“Chris told me about that when he was talking to Chadwick. Are you feeling ok?” Danai rubbed my shoulder in comfort and serenity.

“At the moment no. I’ve seen something and I don’t know who to tell. It has to deal with Chris and Delilah, because she’s here with Carter.” My mouth was like a running waterfall of information.

The shocked expressions from both Tess and Danai were unmatched. They always knew something was wrong with me, didn’t let my conscience get the best of me.

“She’s here? With Carter, who decided to come out of his arrogant hole?”

“Yes Tessa. That Carter is here, with his bitch ass face of his. Condescending ass, they deserve each other honestly.” I have never spoke ill of a couple before or anyone for that matter, and yet these two were the bottom of the barrel evil.

Danai nugged me a bit. “You can y’all him when you’re ready. Let’s just have fun ok? It is after all the greatest after party of the cinematic universe, lieutenant Ashanti.”

“That’s easy for you to say, general Okoye.” Tessa snickered and grabbed herself a glass of wine.

“Oh you’re one to talk, Miss King of Asgard.” It was my turn to snicker as I danced the night away with my friends, all the while letting the alcohol flow without being tipsy.

The rest of the night was just a blissful night full of love, laughter and good times. I knew that the epidemic that happened earlier, would make it to the surface of every social media platform soon. It would grow faster than a wildfire and burn everything in its path. Once I met with Chris at the front door, he looked exhausted.

“Ready to go home?”

“Yeah. I need to cuddle my best girl and eat the cake she made the other day.” He placed a kiss on my head, holding me close to keep me warm.

“Your best girl? What about Peggy, or Delilah?” Arching a brow in hysterics, the slight eye roll of his caused a smirk on my face.

“Now, now. You will always be my best girl besides mom, Carly and Shanna of course. But you come first, and if Delilah can’t understand that then she’s not for me. Any woman I date for that matter.”

Hearing him refresh my memory of an old phrase he’d say to me, made me feel at ease for once all night. Saying goodbye to our friends, getting a couple of goodie bags to go.

“Alright. Home is 45 minutes away, the hotel is 10 minutes. Which one?” Hooking my arm with his once more as we headed to the car, I started to think about seeing Carter and Delilah again.

“Home. Matching pajamas and snuggles.”

“Deal.”

The drive home was amazing and peaceful. Just the sounds of jazz music playing in the car and the city moving past the windows, created a calming effect. Getting ready for bed was the easy part, crawling into bed was tiring along with tying my hair down.

My neon green Victoria’s Secret boy shorts and a black camisole, were comfy for me and made Chris very happy. His black boxers and white tank top were anything but subtle, with his muscles bulging everywhere.

“Night Chris. We can do lunch tomorrow.” Snuggling up against him under the heavy duvet, I was knocked out against his chest.

“Sounds good Roro. Night love.” As he places one final kiss on my head I was dreaming. But it was so peaceful to tell you the truth. I remembered where I saw Delilah and Carter before: it was at a charity function 2 years ago.

No wonder they looked so cozy. The facial expressions they had were relaxed and rejuvenated faces and I knew that all too well. I was going to catch Delilah in the act for actually cheating on Chris, and boy was I going to relish in it.

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Recap:

Ch1 || Ch2 ||

#Chris Evans #chris x roxie #so into you chapter 3 #Roxanne Alexander #Ashley Blaine Featherson #chris evans x roxie alexander #so into you

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itscooltobefanficy · 7 years

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Feeling Alive- Part 15

Summary: Dance school!AU (or the Step Up/Pride and Prejudice mash up nobody asked for). Bucky Barnes is forced to take twelve hours of commercial dance classes to pass the year- and that just happens to be your regular weekly dance class.

Introduction

Part 1 (Slow Hands)

Part 2 (Stay)

Part 3 (There Will Come a Time)

Part 4 (Weapon of Choice)

Part 5 (Came Here For Love)

Part 6 (Where the Sky Hangs)

Part 7 (When Can I See You Again?)

Part 8 (Manhattan)

Part 9 (Skip To The Good Bit)

Part 10 (Poison & Wine)

Part 11 (Clean)

Part 12 (Where To Start)

Part 13 (Second Chances)

Part 14 (Tell Her)

Bad Liar or Beep Beep

Pairing: Bucky Barnes X Reader

Chapter 16/17: Bad Liar

Word count: 5332 (!)

Warnings: Swearing. Profanity. Cursing. Beep Beep is also not fucking around (if you’ll pardon the expression)

HOLY FUCKING SHIT Y’ALL. HERE WE ARE. AT THE END. (Well, nearly the end). I will do a full honour call in the next part because I have so many people to thank but have a generic thank you right now because you deserve it. And! Before you get into devouring this enormous chapter! Please read the author notes at the bottom! It will have a direct effect on what you see in the Epilogue! OK, that’s all. Let’s do this.

Saturday dawns with the kind of clear, bright light that promises heat to come, and you jump out of bed with excitement already pulsing through your veins. You’ve always loved the thrill of competitions. The nerves, the camaraderie, the elation when you finish- all are just as potent now as they were on your first attempt, however many years ago. You spend the afternoon wandering around your flat, texting Bucky and waiting for your lift to arrive.

B: how are you this morning? Excited?

Y: Only always

Y: I assume you don’t get nervous ;)

B: nah, cool as ice ;)

Y: Of course

Y: Is Clint giving you a lift?

The competition is at a high school somewhere on the far side of town, and those of you without transport have been forced to carpool. Thankfully, both Wanda and Pepper had offered you separate lifts- but you had opted for the latter. Competition days sent Wanda into a state of nervous frenzy that was quite alarming to behold.

B: yh

B: and nat and sam and steve

Y: They’re all coming?

You’d already had a good luck text from Steve (he’d also called and apologised for the incident on the night of the party for at least half an hour- it seemed far simpler to forgive and forget the whole thing) but you had expected them to stay away from the actual competition. The thought of seeing them all again makes you smile.

B: couldn’t keep them away

B: nat threatened to bring banners

Y: Is Sam bringing pompoms?

Y: Tell him I’ll be disappointed if he doesn’t

B: Your wish is my command

Y: Excellent

The blast of a car horn from the street makes you jump.

Y: got to go, my ride is here

B: see you soon

Y: :)

You pick up your bag, check you have your keys, then dash down the stairs. Pepper’s car is sat by the curb, and you can hear music coming from inside. When you open the passenger door, she leans across and smiles.

“Hey! How are you?”

“Good!” You slide into the seat and buckle your seatbelt. “Excited. And nervous.”

Pepper shifts into first and pulls out into the road. “Just for the competition?” Her tone is deceptively neutral. Your first instinct is to brush her subtle question away with a joke, but, to your own surprise, you sigh.

Wordlessly, Pepper turns the radio down, and waits.

“I mean…” You struggle for words, “I just- I didn’t expect things to work out. With him. I thought he’d mess it up, or we just wouldn’t be able to go back to that kind of… easiness. But…”

Pepper lets you trail off into silence before speaking. “Do you want my advice?”

At this point, you’d probably take the advice of a lamppost, if it offered: you’re nodding before she’s even finished her sentence.

“OK… I think you’re thinking too much about this.”

“Oh, right,” You scoff, “Because I shouldn’t be thinking about it at all.”

“That’s not what I said. What I mean is that you should just let it happen.”

“Go with the flow.” Your voice is wry, but Pepper just nods sincerely and thumbs the volume back up. You turn her words over in your mind. Maybe she has a point. You stay in silence for the rest of the journey, lost in thought as you watch the suburbs slide by beyond the window.

The reception of Oakwood High School is a hive of activity. You follow Pepper into the throng, looking out for the distinctive flash of scarlet material.

“Over here!”

You spin around and see Wanda bouncing on her toes, waving from the far corner. Most of the troupe are already there, including Clint; and behind him stand Bucky, Nat, Sam and Steve. You wave without thinking twice, and their faces light up.

“Hey!” Sam instantly pulls you into a hug. “Sorry, looks like I left my pompoms at home.”

You sigh in mock exasperation. “Damn it, Sam!”

“Sorry, sorry,” He chuckles.

“I tried to make a banner,” Nat chimes in, “But these three insisted I wasn’t allowed.”

“Yeah, because we remember the Glitter Disaster of the Third Corridor,” Steve says, dryly, and winces when she treads on his foot.

“You know, there’s still glitter down there? I checked the other week.” Bucky smiles at you. “You OK?”

You nod, just as Wanda raises her voice.

“Alright, gang! Let’s go sign in! Then backstage to change and go over final preparations.”

“The glitter disaster?” You say in a low voice, as you follow Wanda through the knots of people towards the front desk.

Bucky grins. “Things got a little out of hand with her group presentation in first year. They had to make a poster, and Nat has a thing for glitter. Steve had to go to practice with blue sparkles in his hair for about a week before the glue dissolved.”

“There was glue involved?!”

Bucky checks behind him, then lowers his voice. “There may also have been an ambush, which I definitely didn’t help with.”

You laugh aloud, and when you catch Pepper nudging Clint out of the corner of your eye, you simply ignore it. Bucky’s smile makes it worth every I told you so.

Everyone signs in, then Wanda leads you down a corridor. “Ladies, with me! Our wonderful leads, follow Oscar to room B3 for your changing requirements. We’ll gather in A6 to rehearse!”

“See you in a bit,” You tell Bucky, then dash off after Wanda’s long strides.

“See you later!” He calls after you, and warmth flares up in your chest. You then decidedly ignore Pepper’s swiftly sealed-off smile, and walk with as dignified an expression as you can muster to the classroom that’s been designated as a changing room.

The uniform for competitions is one of your favourite things about dancing. Although it’s simple: black skin-tight leggings, a black t-shirt and a red-check plaid shirt knotted around your hips, putting it on makes you feel ready to take on the world. Adrenaline bubbles in your stomach as you pull your hair out of your face and submit to Pepper’s attentions with a makeup brush (she has the steadiest hands). When you’re all finished, you look like a matched set: scarlet lips, smoked out eyes and identical clothes. Wanda grins around at you all.

“Let’s do this!”

There’s a collective cheer, before everyone bounds towards the door and spills down the hallway.

The guys are, unsurprisingly, already waiting in A6, wearing their all-black uniform. Your eyes find Bucky, leaning against one of the tables, and your heart (which has apparently never heard of cliché) beats a little harder.

“Right, troops!” Wanda hops up onto a chair and hollers down at you all. “We have half an hour before we’re due to be in the hall. Because I am a generous leader, you can have an ten minutes to relax before we start picking up our routines. That will be all.”

You automatically reach for your bag- experience has taught you to bring a book to this kind of thing- but a gentle hand on your arm stops you.

“Y/N?”

You look around and find Bucky, his face strangely nervous.

“You OK?” You ask. He nods, then something inside him seems to resolve.

“Can I talk to you for a minute? Outside?”

Something seems to wrench inside you; but outwardly you remain calm, as though you’re not wildly predicting what he might be about to tell you. “OK. Sure.”

The pair of you walk out the door, into the relative peace of the corridor. You stand beside row upon row of school lockers and raise your eyes to his.

“I just wanted to give you this,” He says, and holds out a piece of paper. Several pieces of paper, actually, neatly stapled in one corner. “Just- read it, OK? I’m going to-” You take the sheets from him and before you know what’s happening, he’s stepping back and walking briskly away.

“Bucky!” You call, clutching the strange offering, “This isn’t exactly talking!”

“Trust me, doll,” He replies, and although he doesn’t turn around, you can hear the tension in his voice, “If I could have said it, I would.”

You watch him go, then stare down at the paper. Is he dumping me by letter? Scared, on the edge of panicking, you duck your head and hastily, you begin to read.

SELF-REFLECTION: EXPANDING THE LENSE

By James Buchanan Barnes

You frown. This is Bucky’s essay; the one he had to write for his module requirements. Why is it so important to him that you read it? From what he’d been complaining about over the past week, it’s just a comprehensive dissection of the technical aspects of commercial dance. You skim down the paragraphs, then flip over the page.

And there, about half way down, is a note in scrawling handwriting.

Start here.

There’s a small arrow next to it, indicating the start of a new line. You slowly lean against the lockers and do as it says.

Whilst the technical aspects of this style are undoubtedly interesting-

You snort. There’s sarcasm, probably borne of having to chip out a thousand words on the subject, practically rolling off the page.

-The emotional aspects were a surprise to me. This essay is entitled ‘Self-Reflection’, and I will readily admit that at the start of the six-week practical period, I could see no way in which commercial dance classes could teach me anything about myself that I didn’t already know. I wholeheartedly believed that true emotion could only be found in the purest forms of dance; those which seek to portray the depth of human tragedy and fallibility, as well as fleeting joy. I could only see enjoyment in the rigorous practice of discipline and subsequent achievement. The idea of dedicating time to a style that seemed so unconcerned with technique and expression felt, if not abhorrent, then certainly a little ridiculous.

Unfortunately, however, I must admit it: I was wrong. At first, I was resistant to the idea, but it soon became clear that all my initial prejudices were so far off the mark as to be redundant. Not only was commercial dance technically challenging, but it was far more of a stretch for my mental scope than I had anticipated. I was helped in this by, of course, the excellent teacher at Scarlet Studios, Wanda Maximoff, and by my classmates- and one classmate in particular.

Your heart jolts.

I had not realised how little I understood (or, perhaps, had forgotten) about connecting emotionally with music and with a partner. I love the precision of ballet, and always will, but in devoting myself to chasing perfection some of the joy had disappeared from my dancing. I was constantly pressuring myself to do better, to continually improve, and something seems to have got lost along the way. I never expected to begin the process of reconnection through the medium of pop songs, but that was how it happened. I was taught how to let go of tension and follow where the music lead and, most importantly, trust in myself and live in the moment.

There’s a handwritten note accompanying that block of text.

OK, I was trying to hit a word count- but it’s true. Cliché, but true.

Your throat feels tight.

I will also admit that I initially opted for this module because I thought it would leave me time to refine my practical skills; in other words, it would be an easy option. I was, again, wrong. I was drawn into a new world, and, before I knew what was happening, I was completely hooked. This past year has seen some of the greatest changes in my life: in a few weeks, I will leave the Academy to pursue my dream as a company ballet dancer. I have achieved everything I thought I wanted. But I will never forget the five weeks I spent at Scarlet Studios: weeks that have helped me grow as a person, expand my lens, and fall in love in a way I never expected to.

The typed words end there. You read and reread the last sentence over and over again, trying to process it, trying to believe it’s real.

…And fall in love in a way I never expected to.

You tip your head back until it comes into contact with the cool metal. You can hear the low rumble of talk coming from inside the classroom. When you move your fingers, the paper rustles.

“Y/N?” The door opens and Pepper peers around at you. “Are you- are you OK?”

You must look as overwhelmed as you feel.

“I…” You look back down at the essay.

… And fall in love in a way I never expected to.

“I think Bucky’s in love with me,” You say. It sounds… Strange. Not steady, or desperate, or pained, the way it does in the movies. It’s just- words.

Words that set your heart beating frantically, like butterfly wings against a pane of glass. Words that make you want to fly, or run, or shout at the top of your lungs.

“What?”

“It says… It says here.” You lift up the sheets, and Pepper frowns.

“On the back, you mean?”

You flip the paper over and- she’s right, there’s another scrawl of handwritten notes. You don’t answer her. You’re too busy reading.

OK, we both know I’m shit at verbal communication, but I had to tell you somehow. I didn’t want to spring it on you, but I can’t think of a better time to do it. If you don’t feel the same, we can just go our separate ways, and I’ll understand. You’re just one of the best people I’ve ever met, and every time I see you my heart does that thing everyone always says it will, and those two weeks without you were fucking awful and although I’ve messed up so much I don’t ever want to throw this away if there’s the slightest chance. That was a long sentence, but I think the short version is that I’m in love with you. I love you, Y/N.

And that’s it.

Your throat burns; you feel as though you might float off the floor.

“Hey.” A cool hand settles on your shoulder. “Are you OK?”

“Oh my God,” A new voice echoes down the corridor. “Pep, why have you made her cry?! I can’t have her crying, we need to start warmups!”

You turn to see Wanda striding towards you, and realise that tears are streaking down your face. A shaky smile starts to stretch at your mouth.

“I’m- I’m not sad,” You say, then hastily wipe at your eyes. Why are you crying? You want to sing. You want to tear through the building until you find Bucky, and then stand in front of him and tell him-

“Please,” Wanda lifts a hand to her temples, “Somebody tell me what’s going on. Right now.”

You laugh, a bubbling little thing, and taste the words on your tongue. “Bucky loves me.”

Wanda looks from the paper in your hand, to Pepper, then back to you. “He told you?”

“Yeah.” You can scarcely believe it yourself. You hold out the essay. “Here. It’s the last paragraph, then the back page.”

Wanda takes it from you, and begins scanning down, her eyes flickering rapidly back and forth.

“Y/N, where is Bucky?” Pepper asks. You shake your head.

“He just walked off.”

“Probably didn’t want to crowd you,” Wanda says, wisely, “But he needs to get his ass back here, emotional trauma or no!” Then she pulls you into a hug. “Good job, darling. Glad you’ve finally worked it out.”

You laugh again. You feel giddy, light. Bucky loves me.

And, I guess, I love him, too.

“Pep, you go search for Bucky. You, wipe down your face and come warm up.” When you open your mouth to protest, Wanda cuts you off. “No, we don’t have time for you to get distracted! He can propose afterwards.”

You splutter. “I think it’s a bit early for that!”

Wanda pauses, then winks. “I didn’t say he’d be proposing marriage. Now, come on!”

You’re very glad you’re wearing such a thick layer of foundation; otherwise, you’d be blushing as red as a traffic light.

Warmups pass in a blur. Your whole attention is focused on the door, waiting for the moment Pepper and Bucky walk back through it.

It never arrives.

“I’ve texted her. She’s going to meet us by the stage.” You don’t even get the chance to ask your question before Wanda answers- you grimace, and continue to hover beside her as everyone files out of the door. She frowns. “Now stop stressing. That much tension isn’t good for you.”

“Said the pot to the kettle,” You mutter, but do as she says. You’re so keyed up that you can’t even talk to anyone as you walk towards the hall; you’re constantly craning your neck, searching for a tall, dark-haired figure.

And there he is. Standing beside Pepper, talking fast, silhouetted against a blue pin board covered with notices about extra-curricular activities. He’s right there. You feel like every atom in your body has begun to vibrate.

A hand on your shoulder stops you dashing forwards.

“We have two minutes before we go on,” Wanda says, firmly, “If you aren’t ready, there will be consequences.”

You nod, already tripping forward, your attention pulled towards him like a magnet, like a lodestone.

Pepper sees you first; she smiles, and then touches Bucky’s arm. He looks up.

You move faster. There’s no crowd between you, no obstacles left, and then you’re standing right in front of him, about to tell him-

What?

“You could have just told me,” You finally say, and there’s that strange disconnect- because the words mean so much, but they just sound normal, like any other casual exchange. Pepper has somehow melted away, and you make a mental note that you should really buy her flowers.

Bucky’s staring at you, and the hope that’s blooming on his face is making you crumple and split apart and levitate all at the same time. You let yourself smile, and ignore the way your hands shake as you reach out to him.

“Wait-” He catches your wrist, his grip gentle, his eyes boring into your own, “- Are you sure? Are you-”

“Y/N!” There’s no argument in Wanda’s tone, and you grimace in frustration.

“I’m-”

“Now.”

You stare at Bucky helplessly, and he shakes his head, unsure, but hopeful. “Guess we’d better do as she says.”

Out of the corner of your eye, you see the door to the hall opening, and Wanda striding through it. The rest of the troupe follow on. You groan, then dash after them, pulling Bucky along behind.

And then you’re swallowed by the noise of the crowd and the heat of the spotlight and although there’s probably enough time to say those three stupid little words, this isn’t how you want to do it: hasty and unconsidered and without some semblance of respect for the moment. So, you bottle it all up, shove it down deep inside, and take your starting position.

Dancing always takes on a strange clarity when you’re performing. The adrenaline crystallises every phrase, accentuates every beat. You’re always afraid you’ll miss the timing, forget a move- but you never do. Not even now, with a storm raging in your mind and Bucky beside you, lit to a shadowy splendour by the harsh lights, moving perfectly in unison with your every motion.

There’s the pull and stretch of the backbend, the flowing movements of the chorus, and then Stay is over and the guys are striding to the edges as you take your place for the girls’ segment.

It’s easier, this part. There’s only you, and your place in the lines and clusters, and the lazy beat to follow. The crowd are cheering. It’s only now that you remember you’re supposed to be smiling, and you force your face into submission as you near the end of the section.

Then the leads turn back onto the stage, and you hold your breath as Bucky brushes past you. You don’t even try to take your eyes off him as he settles into So Good. He’s too beautiful not to watch.

Suddenly it’s over, and you’re stalking back towards him, shrugging on the mantle of your character as the sultry rhythm of Buttons thrums out of the speakers.

Wanda had readily admitted that the impression she was going for was “A tasteful lapdance,” So, you paint a smirk on your face and give it your all.

“Typical, hardly the type I fall for…” You smile, lend it some bite. You daren’t actually look at Bucky, but you think he’s smiling, too. It goes easy, and although you’re breathing hard by the time the segment’s done, there’s only one more left.

“Oh, you’re taking up a fraction of my mind,” Selena Gomez sighs, and you ignore just how appropriate the lyrics are.

You catch Bucky’s hand and he dips you back, bending over you before you push yourself back. Reluctantly. Oh, so reluctantly.

“Every time I watch you serpentine,”

Bucky does as all the other leads do, and rolls his hips easily with the music; but none of the other leads make your mouth go dry at the sight.

“Oh, I’m trying, I’m trying, I’m trying, I’m trying, I’m trying,

Oh, I’m trying, I’m trying, I’m trying, I’m trying, I’m trying,

Not to think about you,

No, no, no,

Not to think about you.”

Your heart is hammering now, and every time you come into contact with him- the bare skin of hands or the press of an arm or the almost accidental brush of thighs- you forget how to breathe.

“Oh, I’m trying, I’m trying, I’m trying, I’m trying, I’m trying,

Oh, I’m trying, I’m trying, I’m trying, I’m trying, I’m trying,

Not to give it to you,

No, no, no,

Not to give it to you.”

There’s a delicate line of spins to take you apart, then the routine pulls you back together. His eyes graze yours. Heat seems to flash up your spine, flooding your face.

And then the final line comes, and you sink to a crouch beside Bucky’s legs as the words echo in your head.

“With my feelings on fire,

Guess I’m a bad liar.”

Your chest heaves; your legs shake. The crowd are yelling their appreciation, but it breaks over you, like a rumbling, indistinct wave.

A hand reaches down, and you take it. Bucky helps you to your feet and you stare at him, helpless, silent.

You need to talk: you know you need to talk, there’s so much to say, but all of a sudden there’s no time. No time as you’re ushered off the stage; no time as you wait impatiently through the final performances; no time when the result is announced: Scarlet Studios, second, Vision Studios, first. There’s no time as Wanda spits venom through her forced smile; no time as you are borne back towards the classroom and then swept into Pepper’s car in the soft, dusky light of the evening. Out of the window, you see Bucky walking across the carpark, craning his neck even as Steve appears to be trying to engage him in conversation.

“Here.” Something lands on your lap, and you look down to see Pepper’s reached in your bag and tossed you your phone. “Text him. You can talk at the party.”

You glance at her, and see that she’s smiling. Suddenly, you feel a surge of gratitude.

“Thank you.”

Pepper just nods, and dabs on the accelerator to crawl towards the exit. You dip your head and start typing.

Y: Talk at the party?

You barely have to wait thirty seconds.

B: yes

You turn your phone over and lean back in your seat. After a moment, an incredulous laugh bursts out of you.

“You’ve forgiven him, then?” Pep asks, and you tip your head back, smiling.

“I… Yeah. Yeah, I have.” Saying it aloud makes it feel more real. You have forgiven Bucky. He’s worth forgiving. You almost reach forward and pull the essay out, from where it’s safely tucked in your bag, just to read his words again- but stop yourself at the last moment. There’s no need to. You know it’s true.

Nonetheless, when you finally find a moment alone with him, you think you might throw up with nerves. After the initial hustle of the party crowd, the thud of music and the shouts of increasingly drunken dancers, the back corridor out by the office feels cool, and quiet, and strangely dim. You reach out and grasp Bucky’s wrist.

“I forgive you,” You force out the words, staring at him in the grey light. “I forgive you, and I- I love you, too.”

Simple, short words. The beat of butterfly wings in Asia can cause a tornado in the Pacific; and so it is with your handful of syllables, your puff of breath and sound. Bucky’s hand snakes around yours, sending sparks across your skin. He gently tugs you closer, and you freeze, and you don’t think, and you take your own, oh so long ago given, advice.

You let go.

God knows how much longer later, the door behind you swings open.

“Knew it! Pepper, you owe me another drink!”

You bury your head in Bucky’s chest, and you can’t decide whether to giggle or whine at him to make your friends go away- but hands are seizing you from behind and pulling you backwards.

“Sorry, James, but I need her to prove a point- in fact-” Wanda’s tone turns positively evil, and you dread to think what she has planned, “- You should come and watch. I know for a fact you’ll enjoy it.”

You widen your eyes in apology (and ignore the satisfied purr from some inner creature at the sight of Bucky’s lips slightly swollen and his pupils dilated) even as Wanda insistently draws you away. After a second, he just shrugs, and relaxes into a smile.

“OK then. But you give her back, you understand?”

“Oh, absolutely.” Wanda’s grin is bordering on wolfish. “Now, come on!”

The noise of the party feels like a barrage after the silent heat of your moments alone, so you just focus on Wanda, winding behind her through the crowd. Frankly, you feel like you’re on a different planet. When people jostle you, you barely notice.

And then you see Wanda’s goal, and you roll your eyes so hard it almost hurts.

“Wanda, is this really necessary?”

“Absolutely,” She says, dragging you onto the dancefloor where the girls of Scarlet Studio are waiting. Luiz stands opposite, looking amused. “Somebody needs taking down a peg or two.”

“I can suggest plenty of other ways to dissolve the tension between you two,” You mutter, but know it’s useless to resist. Drunk Wanda is, if anything, more persistent than her sober counterpart, particularly when the reputation of her studio is called into question. “Fine. What are we doing?”

She tips her head to one side, her eyes brightening. She doesn’t say anything: but, with one hand, she makes a sharp two-beat pushing motion, and, all of a sudden, your insides are fizzing.

“Are you serious?”

Wanda strides to the front, and raises her hand. The music abruptly stops, then a new song starts up- and the crowd, sensing a battle is about to take place, start gathering around the dance floor.

Someday, Wanda, you vow, I am going to pay you back for this.

“Beep beep! Ooh!”

This routine- god, it’s probably the worst (or, that same inner creature whispers, the best) you’ve ever done. The song itself is bad enough: innuendo so thinly veiled it’s basically explicit, but Wanda doesn’t really know what it means to hold back. She’d put it together for a ‘Pin-Ups and Pussycat Dolls’ evening that a local club had hosted, and really- it did exactly what it said on the tin.

“I’m stuck in traffic,

Bumper to bumper, babe,

My leather jacket,

Smells like your aftershave,

All I want to do

Is get your hands up on my booty.

Beep, beep! Ooh!”

Although you haven’t practiced this for a good six months, the moves come back to you quick enough. You had more of a supporting role in this routine anyway- Wanda takes centre stage, and she gives it everything and then some. The crowd are already getting into it as she sashays up to Luiz and squats down.

“I’ve blown my engine,

I think I broke the stick,

To busy dreaming,

Of jumping on your d*ck,

To get me turning good,

You need to check under the hood, babe.

Beep, beep! Ooh!”

“Yes, Y/N!” Somebody (probably Clint) yells, and you toss your head as you strut backwards. Up front, Wanda is close enough to Luiz that they have to be breathing the same air.

“Oh baby, baby,

There’s something ‘bout your love and affection.

I’m going crazy,

The thought of you is driving me wild!”

Oh, it really is, you think, when your gaze grazes Bucky’s as you spin around and Little Mix start singing the chorus.

“’Cause I love, love, love making love to you!

But I’m stuck, stuck, stuck on the two-oh-two.

Won’t you help me, help me?

Just wanna f*ck you tonight!

Beep, beep! Ooh!”

At the end of the phrase, Luiz is already striding forwards- he isn’t flanked by anyone from his troupe and it looks like he’s going to take on Wanda’s challenge alone. Perfect.

“Boy, you’re so sexy,

Just like your Cadillac.

Just come and get me,

‘Cause I can’t hold it back.”

Luiz isn’t just a technically brilliant dancer- he, just like Wanda, isn’t holding back. His amber skin shines under the lights, and his grin as he sinks down and rocks his hips is blazing. Wanda, being Wanda, refuses to give any ground.

“People in the street,

Watch us in the back seat, oh.

Beep, beep! Ooh!”

Almost everyone has stopped what they’re doing simply to watch, but out of a sense of loyalty to Wanda you carry on with the routine. Not to mention you’re rather enjoying the sensation of Bucky’s eyes tracking your every move.

“Oh baby, baby,

There’s something ‘bout your love and affection.

I’m going crazy,

The thought of you is driving me wild!

’Cause I love, love, love making love to you!

But I’m stuck, stuck, stuck on the two-oh-two.

Won’t you help me, help me?

Just wanna f*ck you tonight!

Beep, beep! Ooh!”

There’s no pretence of competition left between Luiz and Wanda now- they dance together, totally oblivious to their surroundings. When the inevitable finally happens, and they meet in a burning kiss, you can’t hold back a whoop of triumph. Before you can enjoy your victory, however, a pair of arms enfold you from behind.

“That,” A low voice hums in your ear, “Should be illegal.”

Somehow, this man has managed to light a bonfire inside you, and at his words it roars higher. Your heart thuds; your skin crackles with electricity.

“Not to be cliché,” You huff, turning your head so you can see his face, see those beautiful cheekbones, that wonderful mouth, “But shall we get out of here?”

In answer, he leans forward and kisses you, deep and searching and in a way that would be totally inappropriate if you actually found the will to care. When you finally break apart, the sly half-grin he gives you nearly sends you reeling.

“Shall I walk you home, Y/N?”

You breathe, lift your hand to take his. “Yes. Yes, please.”

And together, you walk out, out into the warm night air of a summer that has never seemed so full of possibility.

AN: *bows*

THANK YOU. OK, before you go, I have a question to put to you all. Would you like to see smut in the next chapter? Or would you rather just have the epilogue by itself? If you would like to have some sexy times, reblog this post (or drop me a message/ask)! It’s in your hands <3

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Allegiance (2)

Description: “Great. I’ll set up the appointment.”

Notes for update: Reuploaded series, not required

Warning: Sexual themes

Pairing: Byun Baekhyun x Reader

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I didn’t know what to do after the two days had passed - I wasn’t just going to show up at his building and demand to see him. Despite the fact that this was morally wrong on so many levels, I needed the money more than I needed my dignity. If I did this, I wouldn’t have to sleep with random guys for money.

Luckily, I’d gotten ready for the day when I received a text from Baekhyun. He told me there was a driver outside of my apartment that was ready to take me to the building so he could hear my decision. I grabbed my purse before I headed out and got into an overly expensive car.

The driver didn’t say anything, he only started the engine and we were off. My heart was racing at this point, what was I doing? How would I explain this to anyone? Randomly moving in with the country’s largest business owner wasn’t something you could just bring into an everyday conversation.

The heels on my feet clicked against the hard flooring of the building as I walked through it, echoing around the room. I stopped at the front counter and the secretary there just nodded at me with a smile, gesturing to the all too familiar room.

I didn’t hesitate as I walked into his office. I sat across from him and faced his cold eyes for the first time in two days. It wasn’t different from the way he acted just about everywhere else - I was beginning to think he was just incapable of emotion. That was scary, even though it wouldn’t matter anyway.

For that short amount of time, his eyes lacked any emotion whatsoever as he stared into mine. The only break in his hardened facial structure was when his tongue darted out to wet his lips. I was the first to look away, his superiority easily making me intimidated.

“I’ve been waiting to hear your decision.” He said after clearing his throat. “I have high hopes.” His voice was monotone. I’m sure he does, I thought to myself, nearly rolling my eyes before I realized that he was right in front of me and he was offering to pay off my college debt.

“I’m sure you were.” I attempted to match his tone. “Before I tell you my answer, there’s a few things I would like to discuss.” His emotionless facade almost broke when the corner of his lip twitched up.

“I was expecting that. I take that as a good sign. Anyway, continue with your concerns.” He nodded towards me.

“Does this include future college debt too?”

“Everything. Every single penny will be taken care of. Even if this arrangement falls apart, I’ll still take care of it. And if you do accept my offer, when you’re in my house, all you have to do is ask for something and you can have it. If you haven’t noticed, money is the least of my worries.” He scooted his chair closer to the desk so he could grab a pen and a piece of paper. He started writing on it. “Let me illustrate for you how much money I make every day.”

“Baekhyun -” I started until I saw the amounts of zeroes behind the original number he wrote down. My jaw dropped, unable to hide the shock. This time when he looked at me, the smirk did form on his lips.

“So, if you accept this offer, you can have whatever you want, quite literally. You want to visit another country? Done. You want a car? Done. Any make or model you could ever dream about - multiple, even, if that’s what you’d like.” Oh, this was bad. This was absolutely, horrifyingly bad. I didn’t want to use this man for his money, but in a way it was...compensation. For all the wonderful and extravagant dates I would be going on. This was against my morals on so many levels.

“I’ll do it.” I told him.

“Perfect.” I’d never seen him smile before this. He stood up, grabbing his jacket from where it was placed on the back of his chair. “Let’s go.”

“Wait, where are we going?” I asked, standing up hesitantly.

“We’re going shopping. If you’re going to be in a relationship with a wealthy business man, we’re scrapping everything and you’re getting new things.” He said. “Right now we’ll worry about the clothing. I think your legs will look good in dresses.” He scanned my body. “Mhm, skirts too.” I opened my mouth to say something, but nothing would come out. So, instead, I walked after him.

“I-isn’t this a bit much?” I asked.

“Sweetheart,” He stopped with his hand on the door handle, turning to look at me. “It’s never too much. We’ve gone over this.” He wrapped his arm around my waist and we walked out of his office building.

“Baekhyun -”

“This is where we start acting like a couple.” He whispered in my ear. “We have to fool everyone.” I nodded slowly, feeling myself follow him up to the counter.

“Hello, Mr. Byun! Are you going somewhere?” The secretary beamed.

“Yes, and I don’t think I’ll be back for my meeting later. If you can’t push it back, just cancel it.” He smiled at her. She nodded obediently and turned to her computer and began typing. The same driver was waiting outside of the building. Baekhyun opened the door for me and I got in the car, immediately sliding down.

It was nerve wracking, I was never in this social status or around anyone who was. Baekhyun whispered something in the driver’s ear and he nodded, starting the car and when Baekhyun buckled his seatbelt, he began to drive off.

“Don’t worry about Yixing. He’s trustworthy, the only one who both of us could trust with anything. He’s an old friend of mine as well.” He patted Yixing’s shoulder. It didn’t take long for us to arrive at our destination and when I saw what it was, I almost had a heart attack. This man was truly crazy. He would have to spend hundreds of dollars on a single piece of clothing here.

He got out of the car first before moving to my side and opening the door for me. He looped our arms together and I was almost shocked at the sudden act. We walked in the store and I had to stop my jaw from dropping. It was huge, however nobody was in there. The clothing on the racks and lining the walls was all beautiful, expensive, but beautiful.

He saw the timid look in my eyes and he laughed. He laughed. His laugh was something I never heard before but holy hell, did I wish I would hear it more. The man who was working walked up to us, bowing in respect.

I let Baekhyun pick out the things he wanted me to try on. Most of it was dresses and skirts, but there were thankfully pants as well. It wasn’t that I despised dresses, but I just didn’t want to wear them all the time.

He insisted that I tried on everything he picked out. The colors varied from black to even some shades of yellow. He even picked out shoes. He was really going all out for this. It made my heart hurt when I looked at the price tags on the clothes, but he didn’t even bat an eye.

The first dress I tried on was a black one. I looked in the mirror and I couldn’t help how much I really did like it. I couldn’t believe that this was actually happening to me, that he was actually willing to buy these things for me, just for doing a simple favor for him. I walked out of the changing room to show him what it looked like and when I did he smiled. He nodded as well.

“I like that one. The color suits you well. Try on the blue one next.” He told me. I nodded and walked back into the changing room. I must’ve tried on at least a hundred different items, which he complimented each one in a different way.

He ended up buying them all as well. I couldn’t even look at the number as the man rang up the clothes. Baekhyun laughed at my timidness and shook his head. His laugh was something I could really get used to. He pulled his wallet out of his pocket and actually paid in cash.

“Thank you.” I whispered in his ear. He squeezed my arm in acknowledgement. I almost didn’t want to go back into the real world - this one where Baekhyun laughed and smiled was my favorite. There was way too many bags, he helped me carry them to the car. I felt extremely guilty, he’d probably just spent thousands of dollars on clothes.

“We’ll put this stuff in your room, then we can go get anything you want from your apartment.” Baekhyun informed me.

It didn’t take long for us to get to Baekhyun’s house that was way too large for one person to live in. The room he had designated for me was painted with light blue paint, the large bed in the middle similar to his own, except the sheets matched the walls. I looked around the room, the dressers looked almost as if they were made of white marble, lined with gold. It was beautiful.

“After you’ve gotten settled, there’s something else we need to talk about.” He told me. Here comes the businessman side of him once again. It was almost disappointing, but I knew that was what this relationship was - business.

I nodded and he walked out, leaving me to explore the wonders of the room. The closet was huge and not even the plethora of dresses and shoes was enough to fill it. I walked out of the closet and out of the room as well, going to find Baekhyun.

It wasn’t hard, he was sitting in the kitchen, probably waiting for me. He saw me walk in and he gestured to the chair in beside him. I sat, automatically feeling the sense of his superiority come back. The smiles and the laughs were merely an act for the public - I’d have to come to terms with that.

“What did you want to talk about?” I asked, not looking at him.

“Don’t look like that, it’s not bad.” He replied. “You seem like you regret your decision.”

“No, I don’t.” I shook my head. “I just don’t like the acting part. When we’re alone, you don’t laugh or anything and it’s just...strange.” I shrugged. “I don’t want to be...just a business deal.”

“Trust me, sweetheart, if you were just a business deal you wouldn’t be here right now.” He told me. “You’re a friend that I’m helping out and in return, you’re helping me as well.” I narrowed my eyes and nodded.

“A friend that you’ve paid for sex.”

“That’s what I wanted to talk to you about.” He cleared his throat. “You don’t have to keep having sex with me if that’s not what you want. You don’t have to say yes just because I buy you things. But, on the chance that you do want to, there’s things we need to discuss.”

“What kinds of things?” I raised my eyebrow at him.

“I don’t like condoms.” He said bluntly. “Therefore if we continue having sex, we’ll have to set up a different form of contraception.”

“You want me to take birth control?”

“Of course, you don’t have to if you don’t want to...but then we wouldn’t have sex.” He wet his lips with his tongue. “But if you haven’t realized, I’m...very attracted to you.”

“I’ll do it.” I said for the second time today.

“Great.” He smiled. “I’ll set up the appointment.”

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