Boy Next Door (m) Ch.2 | BBH
Pairing: Baekhyun x Reader
Neighbor AU, slow burn, hurt/comfort, fluff, smut
Warnings: Baek being the neighbor we’re all dreaming of, harassment (nothing graphic), a bit of body image/ insecurity, MC sucks at relationships, explicit content, unprotected sex
Word Count: ~18.5k (total), 5k (pt.2)
Summary: Your neighbor Baekhyun has been a pleasant acquaintance since you moved into your current apartment almost a year ago. Could he also be… a perfect match?
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Chapter Masterlist [ongoing]: Pt. 1 > Pt. 2 > Pt. 3 > Pt. 4 (fin)
Author’s note: Okay, I am slightly late to throw this party since the follower count has hit 800 a while ago... BUT NOW IT'S HERE!!! 💜💜💜 And be ready for a bumpy ride with this one. All goes under the cut as it starts off with smut hehe
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Baekhyun’s grip on your waist was tight.
It felt secure and confident enough, so worries about him having to hold you up were long gone from your head. Your usual shyness seemed to have dissipated, and in its place came utter shamelessness.
‘Fuck, Baekhyun-’
Your high-pitched moan made him grunt. He wasn’t very talkative of a lover, but he was invested in making you come. The two of you barely made it into the apartment, starting out at the front door and only just stumbling into the hallway. Where he had you against the wall now.
‘Please don’t stop…’ You begged, finding his grown-out hair to tug on.
Baekhyun’s hips jerked forward, nailing you into the wall, and he groaned into your neck. Barely able to hold on to his shoulders, you swayed your own pelvis to meet his thrusts. Your breathing was ragged, and the deep, messy thrusts had you both on the brink of orgasm.
‘Ooh, Baekhyun, I’m- Amph!’
Your loud wail broke into reality and woke you up.
~
Later that day you were telling your best friend all about your miserable existence.
‘I hate my life, Yu…’, you whined into the phone.
‘That’s understandable.’
‘Yuki!’
‘Don’t ‘Yuki’ me, I still can’t believe you didn’t drop your panties for that hot neighbor of yours.’ She huffed in the middle of lecturing you. ‘Your subconscious is doing well, showing you what could’ve been.’
‘We barely ever hung out! I couldn’t exactly jump him.’
‘You’re neighbors! Who cares about the ‘three dates’ rule? He’s been to your get-together, you’ve been at his place… eating ice cream.’ You could hear the eye roll.
‘So? That doesn’t mean we’re dating.’
‘Dating-shmating. Didn’t you just mention that you’re horny as fuck for Baekhyun?’
‘So what? I don’t even know what he thinks of me. What if he has a girlfriend?’
Your friend’s laughter filled your ears.
‘He literally cornered you at the door and told you to come back whenever you craved for your favorite ice cream flavor. If that’s not saying, ‘Let’s fuck, Y/N,’ I don’t know what is. I’m actually willing to give him extra points for this. That’s the type of smooth that you need.’
‘I need?’
‘Yep. You’re pretty gentle, you know? He probably got that when he invited you to his house, and you raided his fridge instead of his bedroom.’
She was always in your face about being too slow to open up. You’d had this conversation before, and her stance on it was unyielding – you needed to have a steady male presence in your life to gain confidence for a healthy relationship in the future. But you didn’t think you were made for such arrangements; you were quite conservative about dating.
‘He wasn’t inviting me for sex. There wasn’t anything suggestive of that!’ You countered, not sounding particularly confident.
‘You mean he didn’t make any physical contact all night? Well, that’s not solid-’
‘He did, but it was-’
‘Wait, what?? He did?!’
‘It was nothing!’ You quickly took it back, slapping yourself on the lips.
‘You know what? You don’t even have to tell me. I already know that he wants you, and you want him. I also know you’ll continue dragging it out instead of having sex with the gorgeous boy next door.’
‘That’s actually another reason why I’m reluctant. What if Baekhyun’s not into me? Or in a relationship already? Or what if it ends the usual way? We aren’t just neighbors; we’re the only people on our floor. How awkward would that be?’
Your bestie sighed, probably remembering your past relationships. She, of all people, knew precisely the terms you broke up on and how stressed you were about crossing paths with any of your exes again.
‘It does have the potential to be awkward,’ Yuki pointed out. ‘But also… can you imagine how fun it’s gonna be? You’re always grumpy about having no time for dates and stuff. But you live like 5 seconds away from each other. The universe has outdone itself, you ungrateful woman!’
She fell silent after your huff, and you called out her name to make sure she was still on the line.
‘Sorry,’ she said, not a tiny bit embarrassed. ‘I just imagined having Hoseokie as my neighbor. My body is jealous of you, Y/N. The amount of sex you could be having!’
‘Ugh. I haven’t gotten laid in eternity, yet you keep talking about sex.’
‘Sex is great, you should try it. I can’t even remember what you were like when you had it.’
‘Just as grumpy as now,’ you grumbled. ‘Don’t even count on that making me any more sociable. Once a homebody, always a homebody!’
‘Oh well, at least I’d be happy knowing your body is socializing plenty with your clothes off.’
‘Why would you think about me with my clothes off…’ You gasped.
‘Yah!’
‘I’m hanging up.’ You announced, pressing the red button.
It was your fault for telling your friend about your love struggles. You knew how she was, and you still asked for her opinion.
She texted you immediately after you had one-sidedly ended the call.
Ki-yaah | Rude
Ki-yaah | At least invite the hottie for dinner. Reciprocate his gesture, if you know what I mean
Ki-yaah | But this time don’t wear sweats!! Wear a dress! Something simple
Ki-yaah | And easy to remove;)
You | You are…
Ki-yaah | Helpful?
You | That’s not what I was gonna say, but let’s go with that…
Ki-yaah | So you will??
You | Maybe…
Ki-yaah | Gosh, why are you so resistant!?
You | Idk ㅠㅠ Stop yelling at me ㅠㅠ
Ki-yaah | If you’re really not feeling this guy it’s fine, don’t listen to me~
You | I’m scared of the opposite, Yu… I think I’m starting to ‘feel him’ way too quickly. He’s been friendly once or twice, what if I’m overreacting?
You | It’d look pretty pathetic if I made moves on him, and he didn’t even have any of that in mind…
Ki-yaah | You’re way too hard on yourself, girl. And you still cannot tell when a guy is genuinely interested in you…
Ki-yaah | Remember that party… I was drunk, but even I noticed the way he was looking at you!
You | Exactly, you were drunk! He was probably trying to memorize what I looked like, nothing more
Ki-yaah | Yeah right. Cause when a guy can’t keep his eyes off of you, it’s just him memorizing your features for a composite sketch in case you break the law
You | Stop rolling your eyes
Ki-yaah | I’m glad you noticed!!
Ki-yaah | I wish you noticed men giving you the eyes more often than you notice my eyerolls!
Ki-yaah | Just do it your way. Invite him for a snack, wear something moderately nice, be a tiny bit suggestive and see where he takes this
Ki-yaah | Also keep your counter clear, what if the sparks start flying in the kitchen? Some men get turned on by women cooking, you know? And since you’re a great cook, you might just get your answers quick and efficient~
You | If I could hang up on this chat…
Ki-yaah | Did you write this down?
You | Bye ><
Even if that could be considered decent advice, you still couldn’t muster up the courage to take initiative like this. So all that was left for you was to wait until some random occasion, pleasant or otherwise, brought you together again.
***
It was late.
It was way too late for you to be out, especially grabbing snacks in the supermarket. But you just couldn’t bring yourself to go to bed. You’d been too anxious from overthinking everything in your life recently, from your professional worth to relationships. Getting lost in reflection, you realized you desired someone’s attention and affection. You wanted someone to be close with, not just physically but also emotionally. Intimately. It wasn’t about simply being bored or lonely – any of your friends was a phone call away in cases like that. What you needed was different, and it was something that wasn’t available to you at this time, or, perhaps, ever. So, you decided that a quick run to the nearest store for something to munch on was a great idea.
Spoiler alert – it was not.
‘Damn, why did I buy so many chocolates?’ You puffed into your mask, frustrated with yourself.
Having a sweet tooth came with consequences, and you were really trying to watch your weight since you’d been stress eating for weeks (months?) due to your work-related and other problems. Now was the time to get your diet back to normal, not to maintain the harmful habits.
‘I shall bring those to work if I don’t want to eat all of them myself,’ you thought to yourself, using your code to walk onto the territory of your apartment complex. You were almost home since, thankfully, the supermarket was only a few minutes’ walk away.
The concierge was away, which you noted since you’d usually greet him whenever you came back. You simply headed towards the elevator this time, still consumed by your thoughts. Before you could get close enough to press the button, someone grabbed your wrist, startling you.
‘Excuse me!’
Turning around, you faced the stranger, who decided to stop you in your tracks so unexpectedly.
‘Yes?’
He stared back at you, and you at him. Did you know this guy? Was he new in your building? It was relatively new, so many people were moving in these days. You did, not too long ago. But he didn’t look familiar. Or trustworthy, for that matter.
‘Can I... help you?’
Moving your shoulder back you tried to break free from his hold, but didn’t succeed. This was strange.
‘You’re pretty,’ he suddenly said matter-of-factly. ‘Can I have your number?’
At this point the encounter had become creepy. You went out wearing non-flashy clothes, zero makeup and a mask. How could he even tell whether you were pretty or not? The fact that he was still physically holding you in place escalated the situation.
‘What?’ Dumbfounded, you blinked at him.
‘You’re pretty. Exotic. Give me your number, we can chat.’
Ah, that. You hadn’t been called exotic in a while, and you realized what type of guy that he was.
‘Please let go of me. Kindly.’ You asked, looking around to see if there were any security cameras pointed in your direction.
‘Give me your number first,’ he argued with a strained smile.
The contact became even more unwelcome.
‘Let go,’ you repeated firmly, jerking your arm even though your wrist began to hurt.
‘Oh, come on. I just want your number; I’m not asking for your apartment passcode! Don’t be difficult.’
You were being difficult? This guy would piss you off if he wasn’t getting scarily persistent.
‘I said, let me-’
‘What’s going on?’ A familiar voice, an octave lower than usual, rumbled from behind you.
Turning back, you realized the elevator doors were open, and your neighbor walked through those in long, determined strides.
‘Is there something you want?’ Baekhyun grabbed onto the man’s wrist. ‘Hands off.’
‘Hey, I’m just asking for some contacts, chill.’
The atmosphere seemed to get even thicker with danger. He wasn’t letting go of you, and Baekhyun seemed like he wouldn’t let it fly.
‘You followed her here in the middle of the night, trespassing, by the way, to ask for her number?’
‘What, I can’t be friendly to a nice girl?’
Baekhyun suddenly moved, tapping the intruder on the throat with his palm and using the brief daze of his opponent to unclasp his fingers from you and twist his arm behind his back. Pushing his face to the wall harshly, Baekhyun held him there for a few moments.
‘Let go of me! You’re gonna break my arm, you psycho!’
Your neighbor didn’t seem fazed by the screams.
‘Listen carefully, you fucking punk. I’ll give you ten seconds to make yourself scarce before I alert the police. And if you ever see her again – run the other way. You’ll experience more than a broken arm if you lay a hand on her, you got me?’
The guy only yelped, swearing and begging for mercy at the same time.
‘Do we have an understanding?’ Baekhyun pressed before letting him go.
‘Ye-yes! You’re crazy!’
As soon as he was left alone, your attacker stumbled towards the door and quickly ran out of your building, still holding onto his arm pathetically. Meanwhile, your vision was entirely blurred out, eyes only focused on the broad back in front of you. You were surprised when Baekhyun turned around and slowly walked towards you, looking into your eyes inquisitively.
‘Y/N-ah, are you okay?’ He asked in a much softer voice. ‘Are you hurt?’
His hand touched your reddened wrist gently, and you shuddered.
‘N-no. I’m okay. Th-thank you.’
Baekhyun’s eyes searched your face for clues and seemed to have found some. He took another careful step towards you and cautiously wrapped his arms around you. The action was much needed, and you were glad he did it. His hold made you feel grounded and secure, and you were clinging to him instinctively, searching for comfort.
‘It’s alright. He probably scared you a lot,’ he murmured, voice soothing. ‘But you’re safe now. I’m here.’
Belatedly, you realized that you were sniffling quietly into his chest the entire time, grabbing a handful of his shirt.
‘I’m sorry,’ you whispered, pulling away. ‘I didn’t mean to cause you-’
‘Y/N,’ he instantly cut you off. ‘You didn’t cause anything. But preferably don’t walk around this late all alone.’
Baekhyun cupped your face and wiped your tears with his thumbs.
‘I live just next door. Tell me if you need company, or if anyone bothers you again.’
He paused to look down and bent forward to pick something from the floor. The plastic bag from the store that you dropped during the struggle.
‘Let’s get you home now,’ he hummed, guiding you to the elevator.
‘But-’
‘Don’t worry. I’ll take care of everything.’
Baekhyun delivered you onto your doorstep in silence.
‘Do you have ice to put on your wrist for bruising?’ He inquired, and you nodded timidly.
Not that you weren’t thankful, you were just still a bit shocked, and embarrassed too.
‘Y/N-ie,’ Baekhyun suddenly patted you on the head like a little girl. ‘Are you sure you’re gonna be okay?’
‘Y-yeah. I just need to… I just need a moment.’
He nodded for you to press your passcode in, and held the door for you before giving the bag with your snacks back.
‘Text me if you need anything,’ he stressed. ‘Okay?’
‘Mhm.’ You simply nodded.
You couldn’t exactly say that he was what you needed right now.
‘See you, Y/N-ah.’
***
The incident greatly impacted your (usually) pretty peaceful life. And it actually pushed you towards interacting with Baekhyun much more often – from the occasional small talk whenever you ran into each other, to the actual… hangouts? You swiftly went from acquaintances to friends.
In the span of a few weeks, you became a frequent guest at his home. One could even say that the negative experience turned out to be the catalyst of your relationship. You’d grown much closer afterwards. So comfortable with each other, that you found yourself in his living room in front of the TV every other day.
‘Yah, why didn’t you pause while I was on the phone? I can’t trust you to give me the short version, you take longer than if we actually rewatch it!’
‘What? I can be pretty laconic if I need to!’ You threw a carrot slice at him.
You had so much popcorn lately that a healthier equivalent was more than necessary.
‘What’s this, a bunny attack?’ Baekhyun threw it in his mouth and crunched on it. ‘Get back to where I left off.’
‘Alright, oppa.’
He drove you crazy with his bossiness sometimes.
‘That’s right. Respect your elders,’ he teased.
‘Why do I put up with this…’ Rewinding the episode, you scratched the fluffy head in your lap. ‘Mongryong-ah, I only endure this for you!’
Baekhyun looked down at his corgi.
‘Wah, living your best life, aren’t you, old man?’
‘You didn’t have to mention his age! You’re still adorable, Ryongie,’ you stroked the dog’s back.
‘He likes you too much,’ Baekhyun noted. ‘This grandpa usually isn’t this mellow with strangers.’
‘I’m not a stranger!’
‘With new people,’ he corrected, laughing at your exasperation.
‘I like him too. It’s mutual,’ you hugged the corgi, stretching his long body along yours, and rubbed his belly.
‘Wow. Literally a pile of mush, disgusting.’ Baekhyun said, looking at his happy dog.
‘You’re just jealous ‘cause he’s never this cute with you.’
‘Or I’m jealous ‘cause I want a belly rub too,’ he retorted, finally pressing play.
‘All you have to do is ask,’ you thought.
Unfortunately for you, Mongryong actually lived with Baekhyun’s parents, so you couldn’t use him as an excuse to come over that often. Even though your neighbor was diligently informing you about his pet’s visits. You really should’ve read between the lines, but even if you realized he did like you… It wouldn’t have changed much. You were just not the type to make the first move, so you just went with the flow. And if there was no opening for you to spend time with Baekhyun, you just… didn’t.
But the universe had its own ways of pushing you.
~
‘Why isn’t it working?’ You grumbled, pressing the numbers on your keypad lock. ‘Please, don’t tell me…’
An odd thought had crossed your mind. You hadn’t changed your batteries since you’d moved in, so what if those had completely drained? Today, of all days! When you went out to buy some cereal and ended up running home from the store under pouring rain?
‘No, dammit!’ You cursed under your breath.
‘Trouble with your lock?’ The voice from behind made you jump.
‘Oh god, when did you get here?’
‘Just now,’ Baekhyun hummed. ‘You look stressed. Are you locked out?’
‘Yeah. The battery died… Very timely. What do I do…’
‘You need a 9V.’
‘A what?’
‘A 9V square battery,’ Baekhyun laughed. ‘Which, I assume, you don’t have.’
You stared at him blankly, looking absolutely clueless.
‘Come here,’ he grabbed your wrist and led you to his door. ‘I’ll go to the store and get you one. But you need to change, or you’re bound to get sick.’
It wasn’t like you would say no – you were shivering already.
‘Here, you can wear this for the time being. And a towel,’ he handed you a small pile as soon as he left his bedroom. ‘Use a hairdryer for your hair.’
‘You really don’t need to-’
‘Go, you’re freezing. I’ll make a quick run to the store and back, and you warm up in the shower.’
‘Thank you,’ you managed to say while he was nudging you into the bathroom.
You locked the door behind yourself just to be sure, although you trusted that Baekhyun wouldn’t try anything. Still, taking a shower at his place was kinda intimate… and exciting. Maybe because it was the first time you’d ever done it in another man’s home?
‘Get ahold of yourself, Y/N-ssi,’ you told your reflection in the mirror.
The color in your cheeks seemed too bright. Taking your clothes off was strangely a big deal, so you hurried up and jumped into the shower quickly. Your body welcomed the warmth, so you spent at least ten blissful minutes under the hot water. Baekhyun’s wash smelled nice, and you stood there for a few minutes, thinking about how familiar the scent was. You’d seen him fresh out of the shower, so you knew this smell even though it was less concentrated on him. And now you had it all over yourself.
‘Stop wasting someone else’s water,’ you scolded yourself for your dreaminess and finished your routine quickly.
The thought of you smelling exactly like Baekhyun made you squirm. Were you a pervert? This shouldn’t have been this thrilling. Continuing to scold yourself, you got dressed.
‘Gosh, this shirt is long,’ you mused, trying to see the fit in the mirror. It reached your mid-thigh and was the best Baekhyun could offer of his own oversized clothes. You daydreamed for another minute about how broad and chic his shoulders must look in clothes like these.
‘I really do need to get a grip.’
Another ten minutes later, you finally stepped out of the bathroom. You found Baekhyun in the kitchen, moving stuff around on the counter. Certainly, with how long you’d been in the shower… he was back already.
‘Oh, Y/N, you’re done already?’ He asked as soon as he spotted you. ‘Sit down, I’m making you some mint tea.’
Mint tea was actually something that you brought into his life. Baekhyun wasn’t into tea – like almost any Korean, he preferred coffee. But once you’d introduced some variation into his beverage selection during one of your visits, he grew to appreciate the new flavors.
Instead of taking a seat, you came closer to see how he was brewing his tea. Baekhyun was very focused, and you couldn’t help but smile.
‘You didn’t have to do this,’ you murmured, sounding softer than you expected.
He looked down at you, eyes wandering around your face for a few seconds before reaching your mouth.
‘It’s no problem. I don’t want you to get sick,’ he said, turning away and licking his lips. ‘Here.’
You accepted the cup from his hands and took a sip.
‘Oh, that’s good! Thanks!’
Baekhyun nodded, watching you have more.
‘Did you get the V.. battery thing?’
‘Oh, about that… They didn’t have any. But don’t worry, I ordered express delivery online, should take a couple hours tops.’
Catching your uncertain expression, he suggested moving to the living room.
‘We can watch something or just chill.’
Although you agreed, you knew there was no way to pay attention to anything on the screen. You were acutely aware of the fact that you were in Baekhyun’s home, wearing his clothes, smelling of his shower gel, and sitting on his sofa. And the person responsible for your unstable control over your feelings was slowly catching up.
‘You sure you’re okay, Y/N-ah?’ He asked, leaning in to touch your forehead. ‘You seem a bit distracted and quiet.’
‘No. I mean, yes. I mean- I’m fine,’ you blurted out too quickly.
He stayed close, examining your face in great detail.
‘Your cheeks are red,’ he said, making you hold your breath. ‘And you’re pretty without makeup. As usual.’
You swallowed, afraid that your voice could betray you if you answered. His lips parted as soon as his eyes fell on your mouth again.
‘You’re always pretty,’ he said, distracted by your lips.
Without realizing it, you cocked your head slightly to the side, inviting him to kiss you. He was slowly getting closer, and your mind blacked out for a second.
When the lights in your head turned back on, you were full-on making out. It started slow initially, then it led to you two viciously attacking each other’s lips. Just the sound of your kissing made you shiver, and the pleasant tickle of butterflies in your belly accompanied this madness. You hadn’t experienced it for so long, it seemed new, and strong, and addictive.
Baekhyun didn’t waste any time, hands wrapping around your unsuspecting form to hold you against him. You gasped for air, but that was a short-lived pause. His tongue slid between your lips mischievously, and you could only grunt. You’d be down for anything he suggested right now. It was hard to tell how much time had passed while you were kissing, but you relished every second of it. His warmth, his skill, his gentle touch… He was way too perfect, and there was no way you could stop at your own volition.
But the doorbell disrupted your craze within a second.
Both of you stared into each other’s eyes, breathing heavily before he finally moved to get off of you. Sitting up, you tugged at the hem of your shirt, unable to recall just when he got on top of you. Not that you minded, anyway.
‘Ah, why did I order express delivery…’ Baekhyun muttered frustratedly, closing his eyes. ‘Give me a minute. No, twenty seconds.’
Nodding, you chuckled at his impatience. You felt exactly the same – eager to pick up where you left off. Although you weren’t the type of girl who’d give in to her desires easily, you’d been tiptoeing around your devilishly handsome neighbor for way too long. What happened just moments prior was solid proof of how weak you were for him. It was the first time ever you dove into a makeout session so fanatically that your memory was spotty afterward.
But the worries suddenly replaced your giddiness. What if he thought… that you were into that sort of thing? What if he now believed that you casually came into men’s houses and jumped them like a hungry lioness? Was it too needy of you?
‘What the hell are you doing here?’
The undertone of Baekhyun’s voice instantly got your attention. He wasn’t pleased to see whoever it was at his door. Could there be any trouble with the delivery?
‘Aw, and I was under the impression you’ve been missing me like crazy, babe.’ The flirty female voice answered.
Oh no.
Oh hell no.
Did he… have a girlfriend?!
The thought was like a cold shower to your body. Of course. An attractive young man lives in a fancy apartment complex and drives a luxurious car… How could he ever be single?
You were so naive.
And now you were about to get caught.
Springing up from the sofa, you darted towards the door and then froze. You couldn’t walk out of the living room without being seen. This was a nightmare, your worst nightmare coming to life.
‘I signed off on your delivery for you. Can’t you be grateful for one second, Baekhyunie?’
Her voice seemed closer. She was definitely inside the apartment. Maybe she’d believe your explanation that he was just helping you out? Solely friendly neighbor stuff? Oh gosh, you were totally done for.
‘Just get out.’
‘Why, are you hiding something?’ She asked, a bit less playful this time.
‘No.’
‘Are you sure?’ You could hear her taking a step.
‘Didn’t you hear me? Get out.’
There were a few seconds of silence that made you quiver with anxiety.
‘Is there someone in there, Baekhyun?’ She repeated.
‘Is it any of your business?’ He gritted. ‘Where do you think you’re- yah!’
The noise from the hallway could only mean one thing – she was walking right this way. Your mind couldn’t develop anything slightly useful at that point, so you simply stood there. In front of the sofa where you’d just almost… yeah.
She stormed into the room, pausing when she saw you. She was taller than you and very, very skinny. If you’d ever met her outside, you’d think she was a model. She wore a black ensemble that you could only guess was some hot-ass designer, and her hair was perfectly styled. She didn’t blink her faux eyelashes once while scanning you head to toe.
‘Are you freaking serious?’
The way she scrunched her nose, almost in disgust, made you shift uncomfortably. You’d definitely tell her off for this, if not for the shame you felt for being caught red-handed as ‘the mistress’.
‘Are you serious? Stop walking around like you own the place.’ Baekhyun fired back from behind her.
‘I go to the States for a few months, and then you’re snatched when I return?’ She huffed in disbelief. ‘Or is she paid to come here? Judging by the attire you were saving up. And I wouldn’t wear anything revealing with legs like that.’
Your mouth opened, but before you could even respond, your neighbor grabbed her forearm.
‘You really are delusional. Get out of my house.’
He dragged her back to the door, and she continued to yell at him.
‘Are you kidding me, Baekhyun? I can’t believe you’d kick me out to stay with some hooker!’
He stopped abruptly, turning to face her.
‘My mother taught me not to swear in front of ladies. But I hope you shut your fucking mouth right now. I’m only warning you once.’
He shoved her forward towards the door and cleared his throat.
‘Get your shit and leave. I’ll have a word with our security about how you got in.’
‘Fuck you, Byun. I’ll walk these heels over your balls when you realize you’ve made a huge mistake!’
‘Please, spare me your sick fantasies.’ He rolled his eyes, swinging his door open. ‘Out.’
The door slammed shut as soon as she left, and Baekhyun sighed loudly. He ran his left hand through his hair, still on edge, and pressed a button to turn the display on to see your floor. When she was gone, he sighed again, this time in relief. And you… felt so confused. And ashamed. And humiliated.
When Baekhyun turned around, it struck you on the spot. You couldn’t face him right now. Suddenly you felt small and exposed, and all you wanted was to be alone. So, you rushed back into the room to grab your phone.
‘Y/N-’ He began, walking after you. ‘Wait.’
You avoided his touch as you busted out of the room.
‘Where are you going?’ He asked as you slipped your feet into your wet shoes. ‘Stop.’
His hand caught your elbow, and you shivered as his skin burned yours.
‘Please, don’t follow me. I need to go.’ You asked, facing the door.
‘But-’
‘Baekhyun.’ You pushed.
He didn’t say anything for a moment. You heard shuffling, and then he put something into your palm.
‘You’ll need this.’
The battery.
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A/N: Happy (belated) Lunar Year to everyone btw! And also huge thanks to all of you sweethearts who take time to read my stories and leave me long kind messages and comments, I appreciate you so much ❤️❤️❤️
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