#baekhyun x oc

[icequeenbae]

Boy Next Door (m) Ch.1 | BBH

Pairing: Baekhyun x Reader

Neighbor AU, slow burn, hurt/comfort, fluff, smut

Warnings [whole story]: 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), 4.5k (pt.1)

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: Pt. 1 > Pt. 2 > Pt. 3 > Pt. 4 (fin)

Author’s note: This has taken me so, SO long to write and edit that I cannot believe the time has come to post it lmao I just wanted to write something simple with the classic boy-next-door vibe but as usual, the story ended up being much longer than planned and I am going to post it as a mini-series. Please keep in mind that your feedback is what motivates me to write and post more <3 And biiig thanks to the lovely @beomcoups for taking on the beta duties on this whole story~

Network Tags: @bbh-net  @k-vanity  @ksmutsociety

PART 1

In the lobby or on your floor – those were the two locations where you’d been bumping into Baekhyun most often. Which wasn’t that strange, considering that you were neighbors. But it somehow always caught you off guard and left you flustered.

Just like the first time.

It happened almost a year ago when you were waiting for the elevator on the first floor of your building with your best friend Yuki, who came early to help you with preparations. A guy in a loose white dress shirt and jeans stepped into the elevator with you, politely greeting you before pressing his floor number.

‘Oh, you live on the 13th as well? So, you and our Y/N are neighbors!’ Yuki exclaimed.

‘Nice to meet you,’ you muttered and bowed, shy from the sudden introduction. He reciprocated, chocolate hair falling into his eyes charmingly.

‘You should come to her housewarming party! It’s in a couple hours,’ Yuki chimed in again. ‘You don’t need to bring anything, it’s just a small thing with a couple friends and neighbors. We’re making sure Y/N-ie settles in nicely here. So please come, we have tons of food!’

If anyone could ever say no to your friend… Well, you had never met such a person. You guessed that Baekhyun was simply too stunned by her enthusiasm, so he said he’d swing by for sure. In a way, you were thankful that she’d asked him – you’d have never had the guts to invite someone like that; especially not anyone as good-looking and cool as Baekhyun.

You regretted letting your bestie invite him the following evening when your party was in full swing for several hours. Most of the food was devoured, so now you were all drinking, crunching on snacks, and conversing; or trying to while jumping from one topic to another.

‘I wish we could gather more often. We all like to hang out with you, you know?’

As always, Yuki nagged at you for being too ‘stay-at-home’ of a friend.

‘I like to hang out too. But home is home. You know parties aren’t really my… favorite pastime.’

‘What is your favorite pastime, lying in bed cuddling your blanket?’ Chanyeol joked insensitively.

He should’ve known better since you were the most troubled in your group of friends regarding relationships. It was super tough for you to find a match, even when you made an effort to get out of the house and meet new people, mostly because of your history of failed relationships where your partners gained interest in someone else. It seemed like you were too plain to hold someone’s attention for long. So, you’d been ‘that single friend’ for several lonely years now. And at this time, you were actually in the very beginning of a new, promising relationship. You were still pretty insecure about it; thus, Yeol’s comment really did make you flinch. He was drunk, so that was understandable, but you still sulked at his words, mainly because they were true.

‘Hey, it doesn’t have to be a blanket.’ You frowned, pressing the straw to your lips in frustration.

‘I’m kinda sad that guy you’ve been talking to couldn’t come,’ Yuki interjected. ‘I wanted to find out what he’s like.’

‘Minho had work-related travel, so he’s resting up.’ You shrugged, sipping your drink timidly.

‘I’m sure the guy made this excuse just to avoid meeting your friends. How long have you known him for, like, two days?’ Chanyeol interjected.

‘It’s been a few weeks, actually,’ you corrected, and Hoseok, Yuki’s boyfriend, muttered a reproaching ‘hyung’ in his direction.

‘Gosh, you’re really this stupid while drunk,’ Yuki shook her head disapprovingly at your friend, who simply shrugged.

Baekhyun was pretty silent during the latest exchange, so when you briefly made eye contact, it reminded you that he could also hear all of that chatter. Which made you want to choke on your drink from humiliation. Thankfully, one of your friends still had some tact left that night, so they quickly changed the direction of the conversation. Still… you’d been mortified for weeks after the event, doing your best to avoid bumping into Baekhyun when leaving for work.

***

The next time you met, Baekhyun was also in the lobby of your apartment building. And once again, before a gathering at your place. Just days prior you had lost it and left your resignation letter at your boss's desk. Working such long hours under the constant pressure of absolutely unrealistic deadlines was taking its toll on you for sure. But when you found out they promoted a person, who was obviously less experienced and capable than you in working (but more capable in flirting with your manager), instead of you… It became the last straw.

Baekhyun appeared right on time as you struggled to push the elevator button with a whole case of beer in your hands.

‘Y/N,’ you heard his velvety voice call. ‘Nice to see you.’

‘Oh- Hi, Baekhyun.’ You greeted awkwardly, puffing from the weight you had to balance.

‘Let me help you with that?’ His suggestion sounded like a question, yet he instantly scooped the case from your hands.

‘You don’t need- thank you,’ you said, and he shook his head to indicate that it wasn’t a big deal.

‘So… having a party again?’ He asked as the elevator doors closed.

‘I wouldn’t call it a party,’ you hummed, looking at your feet. ‘I kinda had to quit my horrible job of 4 years, so my friends are making me celebrate it. Not that becoming unemployed calls for a celebration…’

You trailed off, not wanting to be a nuisance to your neighbor. He was just making small talk.

‘I’m sorry to hear that. Are you taking a break now or looking for something else?’

‘I’ll start looking next week. It’s Friday, my friends are coming… So I’ll try to just clear my mind and rest for one full weekend before I start stressing about a new job. Hopefully, my friends wouldn’t talk my ear off about it – that’s what the beer’s for. My little trick,’ you chuckled sheepishly.

‘Aren’t your friends supposed to treat you in this situation?’ Baekhyun huffed, shaking his head to rearrange his hair and better see you.

‘They should… bring more alcohol with them, I think. I couldn’t have them over for nothing, though.’

The doors opened after a robotic voice announced your floor.

‘Well, anyhow. Thanks a lot for your help!’ You tried taking the beer from Baekhyun, but he didn’t let you.

‘Open the door first; you can’t do it while holding this.’

‘Right. Thanks,’ you fussed, pressing your password in.

Baekhyun quickly placed the case on the floor of your hallway.

‘You should come!’ You blurted out, instantly getting flustered. ‘If you want.’

‘I might drop by if I’m free,’ he smiled softly. ‘My family wanted to have a video call later. That may take long.’

‘Of course. Have fun!’ You nodded, beating yourself up in your mind for being so weird suddenly.

‘You have fun,’ he chuckled, stepping towards his apartment. ‘Oh, and Y/N?’

Looking up at him as he called your name, you were met with his warm yet serious eyes.

‘If you need anything… You know where to find me.’

That made you strangely sentimental.

‘T-thank you.’

He sent you a message later on and let you know he couldn’t make it to your party. But in a way, he was there – on your mind.

***

It was about three weeks after you’d broken things off with Minho. If you could even consider it one, the relationship wasn’t long, only a couple months. At first, you thought it could be something, realizing later that it was only wishful thinking. There was no way the two of you could make it work; you were just not compatible with each other. The more you got to know him, the more you were reassured of that. Your life goals were different, your outlook on relationships was different… even your ideas of quality time with a significant other didn’t match. This time, the initial infatuation wore off rather quickly – probably because you didn’t go out of your way to appease him. You knew it was probably for the better. Pretty much all of your relationships ended the same way, with your boyfriends telling you they found someone else. Someone… more exciting.

This was the case for your first relationship halfway in your first year of university.

‘I’m sorry, Y/N. I just don’t feel the spark, you know? You’re so… domestic,’ your then-boyfriend said in his breakup speech. ‘I’m young, I want to experience stuff, be bold, and have fun. And there are people that I can do this with, who’ll also enjoy it.’

It repeated less than two years later when you’d barely worked up the courage to try and start something with another person. When it happened the third time, you decided you weren’t really made for relationships. It was ironic since you always wanted to be in one. You were very affectionate and were keen on taking care of people. Yes, you weren’t that into big gatherings and parties, and maybe it was a little too difficult to drag you anywhere when you were stressing about the upcoming tests and stuff… But you weren’t completely closed off! Even with those limitations, you were very sociable and had many friends. Was it so bad that you didn’t say yes to every suggestion? Did your inclination to stay at home and have cozy dates instead of outdoorsy stuff make you a non-relationship material? It seemed like every time someone else appeared, your boyfriends easily decided to move on.

And even though you weren’t in love with Minho, this breakup still made you sour. What made this particular day suck was that you’d found out that he was already in a new relationship; happily broadcasting it everywhere.

You weren’t jealous of him for being with someone else. You envied him for being able to find another partner in mere days after you parted ways, while for you, it felt like you’d never find or be able to retain anyone. Ever. Never ever.

‘Earth to Y/N!’ You jumped from someone’s voice ringing in your ears.

Looking up, you saw that the elevator doors were held open by your dashing neighbor, who was staring directly at you.

‘Sorry, I spaced out,’ you quickly entered. ‘Hi.’

‘Hey,’ Baekhyun smiled, pressing the button for your floor. ‘Is everything okay?’

‘Um, yeah. No. I mean-’ You sighed. ‘I’m just a bit out of sorts.’

‘Trouble at work?’

‘No, my new job is great. A huge improvement on the previous one. It’s just… everything else is not nearly as great?’

Yeah, because you pushed yourself to get back on the market to finally not be alone, and here you were. Back to square one.The sniffling you produced startled even your own self.

‘Oh god, I’m sorry.’

‘It’s okay. There’s nothing to be sorry about,’ he replied, his voice gentle. ‘Do you want to talk?’

‘Oh no, I wouldn’t dream about boring you with my stupid problems.’

‘I’m sure they aren’t stupid,’ he said. ‘And I have ice cream. Almost any flavor you could think of.’

You looked at him silently, and he smiled again reassuringly.

‘It’s not mandatory for you to tell me anything. But I can treat my favorite neighbor with some ice cream, can I not?’

‘Am I your favorite just because you don’t know anyone else?’ You snickered gawkily.

‘No. Not just-’

He was interrupted by the usual announcement of your floor.

‘So, what do you think? You can change first and then come, no hurry. I’m free tonight.’

You puckered your lips, genuinely intrigued by his offer. Ice cream sounded perfect right about now. Although agreeing just because of the promised treats was pretty childish, you couldn’t help but be seduced by his suggestion. So, you gave him a shy nod.

‘Okay. Throw on something comfy and come over.’

You entered your respective apartments, and only after the door behind you locked… you realized that your heart was racing.

‘Damn you, Y/N, why did you agree to do this??’ You whined, catching a glimpse of your scrunched-up face in the mirror.

Fishing your phone out of your handbag quickly, you messaged Yuki.

You | I fucked up, Yu!!

You | Idk what to do now…. ㅠㅠ

Ki-yaah | What happened?? Did you like a pic on Minho’s new gf’s SNS??

Ki-yaah | I’m so dumb for telling you about this… I’m so sorry Y/N ㅠㅠ

You | No, not that

You | Who cares about Minho and his girlfriend??

You | I mean, I was a bit salty about this… But I met Baekhyun again!

Ki-yaah | Baekhyun? Your cute as fuck neighbor Baekhyun??

You | No

You | Yes?

You | My neighbor Baekhyun. I blurted out that I wasn’t in the greatest mood, and he invited me to his place for ice cream!

Ki-yaah | WHAT

Ki-yaah | YAH

Ki-yaah | THAT SLEEK BASTARD

Ki-yaah | I hope you’re texting me from his couch

Ki-yaah | Or kitchen counter

Ki-yaah | Or wherever you kids decide to do it

A bunch of obscene emojis appeared on your screen, making you blush on the spot.

You | Do it?? We’re not doing anything. I’m home!

Ki-yaah | So, you’ve already done it?? HOW WAS IT??

Ki-yaah | Waaah, you’re quick these days, Y/N-ah! Finally, you’re learning your lessons

Ki-yaah | I hope you wrapped it up though

Ki-yaah | I wouldn’t blame you if you skipped it, though, I can imagine how starved you are on good sex.. Still, safety first!

Ki-yaah | Wait, so was he?? Any good??

Ki-yaah | You’re silent!

She typed so fast that you didn’t even have a second to write back, mostly from shock – your friend wasn’t always this shameless, actually.

Then she started calling.

‘Yah, why aren’t you spilling the beans?? Too worn out to type, bestie?’ She smirked on the phone, making you cringe.

‘Because there’s nothing to spill! I haven’t even gone over yet.’

There was a second of silence.

‘… What?!’

‘I have to change; I just came from work, you know? My makeup needs fixing too…’

Your phone instantly started vibrating as a video call request came in, which you begrudgingly accepted.

‘Damn, you can’t go like this. It’s not seductive at all!’ She exclaimed.

‘I’m not going over to seduce anyone! And he told me to wear something comfy…’

‘What?? Hm, actually…’ She tapped her index finger on her chin, deep in thought. ‘He does look like the type to be into that.’

‘I-into what?’

‘Cute girls! I told you already, he was probably crushing on you since the time he came to your housewarming party!’

‘Pfft, that’s ridiculous. And don’t bring up him allegedly glaring at Yeol for his stupid comments again, I beg of you!’

‘Alright. But he’s always so nice to you! Oh-Em-Gee, you’d look so cute together,’ she squealed.

‘I don’t have time for this. I can’t have him waiting for much longer, and I need to shower…’

‘Yes! And remove your makeup while you’re at it.’

‘Huh?? If I redo my makeup… isn’t it gonna look strange? Like I’m trying too hard?’

‘You won’t have to redo it. You’ll have only very basic nude makeup on. Looking all natural and cute.’

‘I swear, if you say ‘cute’ one more time-’

‘Can’t a girl dream?? I can already imagine how cute your children would be…’ Your friend kept musing.

‘I’m hanging up.’

‘Yah, take this seriously. Clean up nicely, and let your hair down. Also, shave your-’

‘Yuki!!’

‘You never know!! One second, he’s licking ice cream off his spoon; the other, he’s l-’

Quickly tapping on your phone screen, you canceled this embarrassing call. The vivid images didn’t leave your mind as fast, though, so you shivered, shaking your head to get rid of the obscenities.

‘She’s a bad influence, for sure,’ you muttered, still ashamed of yourself for imagining your neighbor in such a context.

The time was ticking, so you decided that Yuki was somewhat right and needed to clean up. You also needed to hurry the heck up; you didn’t want to make Baekhyun wait too long. Thirty minutes later, you were in front of his door.

‘Come in, come in,’ he ushered you inside, having you change your footwear for the pink house slippers.

Why did he have those again?

‘Cute, right? I ordered them for my niece and got the size completely wrong, but they fit you perfectly. I guess I wasn’t wrong after all.’

He looked at your feet for another second before blinking and clearing his throat.

‘Let’s not waste any more time, everything’s ready. Come on!’

Everything? Did he prepare a whole reception?

You took a good look at the back of his head as he walked you to his kitchen, noticing that his hair was slightly wet. Did he also shower? You swallowed at the thought. He probably didn’t invest as much time into the preparations as you did, though. You blamed your best friend for the inappropriate thought she planted in your head!

‘Here, take a look.’

He opened his freezer, and you gasped.

There was an entire collection of ice cream. Cones, popsicles, buckets… All different flavors and manufacturers.

‘I see you’re impressed,’ he smirked. ‘I have a niece and a nephew, you know? Kids aren’t easy to please these days.’

‘Can’t deny that I am. How many do you have here?’

‘No idea… I just keep buying them. Which one’s to your liking? You can try different ones. I’m in the mood for mint choco and lemon.’

‘Those are my favorites!’ You jumped up like a kid.

‘Really? Both?’

‘Yeah! I haven’t seen a lemon ice cream anywhere, only sorbets! Where did you find it?’ You closed the freezer as he got the two buckets out.

Baekhyun suddenly seemed pleased with himself.

‘You think I give away trade secrets just like that…’ He replied mysteriously.

‘I wanna buy some too,’ you pouted, circling around him while he took the lids off. ‘If you don’t tell me… I’ll eat all of yours!’

‘Ha, go ahead. There’s more where that came from,’ he teased right back, hovering slightly over you.

Lowering your gaze to avoid staring directly at him, you noticed something.

‘What’s this?’

Baekhyun turned back to the counter.

‘Ah, this old thing? You know how ice cream scoops are sold in paper cups or cones? This thing,’ he picked it up. ‘Is to make those. Watch.’

He dipped the instrument in water and shook it slightly, then scooped the mint ice cream, creating a smooth green ball with tiny pieces of chocolate adding to its hue.

‘Cool,’ you muttered, genuinely finding that fascinating.

‘Right? It’s awesome!’

‘Let me guess: the kids don’t appreciate it enough?’ You asked.

‘Those little- Here, you try with lemon.’ He pressed on a small lever and dropped the green globe into a bowl.

You shook your head.

‘I’ll mess it up; you do it.’

‘Come on, Y/N. You can’t mess it up; it’s just ice cream.’

‘Just ice cream? You don’t deserve to know the secret selling spots for this!’

He snorted, moving to the side to give you more space to try and repeat his previous actions.

You dipped it in water like he did and shook it before moving the lemon ice cream bucket closer. Spending about twenty seconds taking aim, you huffed.

‘I can’t do it! Yours is so round and pretty; I am not that professional.’

‘I’ll help,’ he chuckled at your meltdown, holding your wrist and softly pressing down on your hand to guide it. ‘Scoop it this way to make it full and round.’

You did as you were told, yet your mind was far away from the scooping technique. The entire focus of your being was now set on the unprecedented proximity you were in. He held your hand, his chest so close to your shoulder that you could feel the heat radiating off him. When you dropped a yellow ball of lemon ice cream into the bowl, you could only pray that he didn’t notice the goosebumps littering your arms.

‘See? Yours is even better-shaped than mine,’ he hummed close to your ear.

‘Y-yeah.’

As if sensing your perturbation, Baekhyun suddenly stepped back.

‘Trying just two flavors is a waste of an evening. Let’s get more.’

Ten minutes later, you were sitting in his living room at the small table in front of his couch. The bowl with at least a dozen different ice creams sat atop another one, which was filled with ice.

‘No one likes melted goo, right?’ Baekhyun chuckled while constructing this mobile freezer.

You tried all of them one by one, gushing about each flavor.

‘The grape one isn’t tickling my fancy,’ he said, nudging the oddly-colored glob away.

‘Really?’ You reached for it with your spoon.

‘Don’t even try it. That’s bad,’ he scrunched his nose. ‘I can taste every chemical they used to make this grape flavor.’

You laughed, trying it despite his protests.

‘It tastes like… very cheap jelly,’ you said.

‘Exactly! Such a strange texture. Hmm, I shall look for a better option then. My nephew Siwoo loves grapes.’

You smiled at his concern for his youngest family member’s preferences.

‘Your nephews must be the happiest kids in town with an uncle like that,’ you murmured, stealing a bite from the rest of the lemon ball that he subtly nudged your way earlier.

‘They’re pretty lucky, aren’t they?’ He agreed easily, earning a snicker from you.

As you savored the last of the lemon flavor on your tongue, he leaned in, eyes focused on your lips.

‘You eat just like Siwoo,’ he instinctively wiped your lower lip with his thumb.

Looking up at him, you caught the moment he realized what he was doing and retreated.

‘Sorry,’ he muttered awkwardly. ‘It’s a habit.’

Pressing your finger to your lower lip, which was now burning, you shook your head neutrally.

‘It’s okay. You must spend a lot of time with them,’ you scooped more in your spoon to somehow soothe the burn on your lips.

‘Not as much as I’d like. Most of the time, our schedules don’t match up, especially with them living in a different city. I try to have them over or visit them as much as possible.’

Baekhyun’s voice became warmer as he reminisced.

‘I get scolded by hyung a lot for spoiling them. But what can I do? At least they’ll have those pleasant memories and presents to remember me by while we’re apart.’

‘Are they close in age?’

‘About four years apart. Seoyul is pretty grown already; I can’t believe her little brother is going to school soon as well.’ He smiled, remembering something. ‘When she started her first grade, he was so upset. He cried every time she left the house.’

‘Aw, that’s so cute,’ you cooed. ‘So they’re getting along well?’

‘Yeah, apart from the occasional bickering. Siwoo is… a boy.’

‘A little daredevil?’

‘He’s driving his noona insane sometimes. To be honest, I was exactly the same at his age. We’re both lucky to have siblings several years older.’

‘Ah, so your hyung is much older than you?’

‘Seven years. He was almost like a father,’ Baekhyun chuckled. ‘But had he been even a couple of years younger… Pretty sure he would’ve given me a piece of his mind back then.’

‘I wouldn’t ever imagine that you were a maknae of your family.’

‘Why? I had so much aegyo as a child! Yes, my mom had to exercise lots of patience, but I was cute as hell.’

‘I’m sure that’s how it was,’ you hummed.

‘I’m still in the top-3 cutest of our family list. Might even be cuter than Seoyul at times; she’s way too serious these days.’

‘Wow, going over your nephews’ heads after the title… How mature of you.’

‘Hey, don’t blame me for being extremely cute.’

‘Show me some aegyo then,’ you challenged him with a smile.

‘Huh, you wish. You’re not ready for my aegyo, Y/N-ie.’ He responded sassily.

‘Is that so?’ You smirked, holding his gaze up until the chime of your phone provided an interruption.

Your bestie found a great time to pry into your business, which was evident from the message previews on the screen.

Ki-yaah | You’re not texting me back…

Ki-yaah | Which either means that you chickened out…

Ki-yaah | …or his stamina is REALLY freaking impressive

Ki-yaah | Which one is it??? I hope it’s the latter!

You inhaled sharply and started coughing, barely managing to swipe those messages off the screen before Baekhyun could see them.

‘Are you okay?’ He patted you on the back to help you overcome your coughing fit.

‘Yeah, I’m fine. I didn’t realize it was so late… It was so rude of me to keep you up. Let me help you clean this up.’

‘Leave it,’ he shook his head, catching you by the wrist. ‘I’ll put this away later.’

‘I’ll… get going then,’ you stood so abruptly that your legs couldn’t keep up with you, completely numb from being in the same position for so long.

‘Y/N!’ Baekhyun rose to catch you by the arms. ‘Take a second, sit on the couch. Your legs must’ve fallen asleep.’

You swatted at your legs with your palms, urging the blood flow to restore quicker.

‘Sorry…’

‘Why are you sorry? I’m not in a hurry to get rid of you.’ He stated simply.

‘It’s just so late… and… you must have stuff to do.’

‘Nope. I actually had fun. I rarely get to sit around at home munching on ice cream and enjoying another grownup’s company.’

You bit your lip shyly at his words, and he suddenly tsked.

‘Although I feel like we were mostly talking about me. That’s a shame. I want to hear about you as well,’ Baekhyun mused, walking you to the door. ‘Well, let’s save it for next time.’

Next time, he said.

Next time??

You turned your back on him to conceal the shade of your cheeks and pretended to fidget with the doorknob.

‘Let me,’ he reached over you, pressing his warm chest to your back for a second to unlock the door.

But before you could step outside, his fingers wrapped around your forearm in a lax hold.

‘And Y/N… If you ever find yourself craving some lemon ice cream… I’m ready to provide it.’

With that, he pushed the door open and allowed you to leave his apartment.

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A/N: Thank you for reading! Another BBH mini-series started 💫 I hope you enjoyed part 1~ Pls let me know what you think via comments, asks and reblogs, my darlings 💜 Also, I am very curious if you are picturing anyone in particular as Hoseok hehe 🙃

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Wolfbound [Baekhyun Wolf AU]

Pairing: Alpha!Baekhyun x Omega!OC AU: Wolf/ABO Genres: Romance, Supernatural Warnings: Violence, smut in later chapters Click here to read the first chapter: Link

✨✨✨ The natural hierarchy among werewolves is based on a simple concept. Alphas are the strongest, ruling over betas and omegas, the rarest and weakest wolves in society. Life as an omega is difficult, as Chohee knows from experience. Exposed to the whims of her callous alpha, Yejun, she decides to risk everything in a dangerous escape from his pack, breaking his power over her. She flees through several territories, injured and alone, until a fateful encounter changes her plans. Chohee runs right into her soulmate, Baekhyun, an alpha she fears from the very first moment. When she ends up at Baekhyun’s home, dependent on his protection to survive, the young omega struggles against her fate. She refuses to submit to another alpha, fearing history to repeat itself. A single bite from her soulmate would seal their bond and leave her chained to him forever… ✨✨✨

Author's Note: This is my most recent story concept! If you've read my vampire AU Spellbound, you'll probably enjoy Wolfbound as well. The characters' appearances in this AU are inspired by the Exist photoshoot. <3 I can't wait to explore the alpha/omega dynamic with this fic! I wrote a wolf AU before, but not involving a wolf OC, so this will be interesting. The first chapter is already online and can be read on Asianfanfics: Wolfbound. As usual, I won't post individual chapters of my longer stories on tumblr.

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Deal with it - Part 2 [END]

sub!fuckboy!baekhyun x dom!reader + nct jaehyun cameo

angst | smut | ex!au | revenge!au

body writing, oral (f), face riding, degradation, humiliation, deepthroat, fuck boy gets what he wanted, hair pulling, squirting, pegging (yeshhh), multiple orgasm (f & m), exhibistionism, spanking, overstimulation, dirty talkkk (ofc)

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who could have known a little discipline was all that your selfish fuckboy ex needed to turn into the most obidient little puppy?

A/N : not me taking taking 9 months to finally publish this. anywaysss i loved writting it. i hope you do to. please dont hesitate to reblog and come say hi in my asks. ily <3 - Cat

After that night you didn’t hear from Baekhyun again. No more untimely calls, no more surprise delivery of flowers, chocolates and various teddy bears, no more breaking and entering into your house in the middle of the night. 

But it didn’t feel lonely, quite the opposite actually. It felt peaceful, quiet. Finally. 

It looked like you scared him straight and he finally let go of you. 

You even got the time to forget about him completely. You got the time to finally find yourself again. You went to clubs with your friends when you felt like it or just hung out in your pjs and a messy bun when you wanted. Quite frankly you were growing more and more attached to this freedom and you enjoyed your own company. The joy of not being accountable for anyone except yourself. Not relying on anyone to have fun.

And tonight was precisely one of those nights you decided to gift to yourself. No clubs, no friends and no fuckboy messing up your vibe. Only this date night with yourself. So you did simple make up, slipped on your staple cute little black dress and some matching high heeled sandals just for fun. Just for yourself. Just chilling at home watching the recent season of your favorite netflix tv show, even treating yourself to some succulent pizza. 

The episodes flew by and you were so engrossed in the story that the familiar chime of the doorbell startled you when it rang. You were so captivated by the well paced plot of the show that you had completely forgotten about the very concept of hunger. 

You walk to the front door as your high heels click on the floor. You are so certain that it’s your pizza that you don’t take the time to check through the peephole.

You confidently open the door when you are met with the last face you expected -and desired- to see. 

Byun Baekhyun. Again. 

His brown hair is brushed down on his forehead, the wavy hair and pouty lips giving him that falsely sheepish look he lured you in with a long ago. He is dressed with a long black coat and seemed to be carrying some kind of tote bag you think. In this very dark night you can't make up much more of it and you don't really care to anyway.

“Seriously?” You groan and roll your eyes at him as you hurry to close the door. 

“No please!” he says, stepping in the door frame just like last time.

“What again?” you bite back. “Honestly this is getting quite redundant and irritating” you add with annoyance.

“Sorry I… Just” Baekhyun struggles and stutters, stumbling on his words not quite knowing how to put into words what he has been feeling ever since he came by last time.

Truth is he tried to forget all about you after that night. He tried going on with his life just going back to the person he was. The next day of that night he went to the club, his playground, no more like his kingdom. A place where he knew the rules of the game. Just to get a relief, a quick fix of normality. Just to make sure he still knew who he was. 

He felt in his element, like a fish in the water. He walked through the horny crowd of sweaty bodies rubbing against each other. And then he spotted a girl seated at the bar. An easy target. She was attractive enough to be fuckable but not so much so that she was out of his league. In fact it was quite the contrary. And that was ensuring Baekhyun that she was actually going to put some effort into it when he’ll take her to the dirty and booze infused bathroom of the club in 20, no 15 minutes. 

Baekhyun actually got some relief when he chatted up this girl like he was born for it. Pulling the usual game, making her feel like the only girl in the room, like the most interesting person, like the most beautiful woman he’s ever seen. And exactly 13 minutes later he was pushing the door of one of the stalls of the mens’ bathroom. Right on schedule. She latched on to his lips, her tongue tasted like cherry vodka. He silently congratulated himself to have picked that girl. Baekhyun didn’t even ask for her name but she didn’t seem to care as she was already getting on her knees to unbutton his pants. 

But what happens Baekhyun has tried to forget about it ever since. He just couldn't go… No matter how much she slurped and stroked his cock it stayed completely flaccid. Baekhyun’s body was betraying him one more time. He just couldn’t chase away your intoxicating scent, your ravishing looks and your rich taste. He only thought of your arch words and your disgusted eyes. He was only thinking of you.

He was lost, he needed answers and he knew only you could give that to him.

“Would you mind hurrying up? I’d like to go back to my show!” you tap your foot in annoyance as Baekhyun stares at you blankly, tetanized. You sigh deeply. “Okay” you start to push him out of the door frame but he protests.

“No! please! listen to me” he says, weak eyes looking up at you.

“Then speak, boy!” you order, losing patience. 

“It’s just that I don’t know who I am anymore” you blurts out, his two hands balled into tight fists. You tilt your head and frown your eyebrows in confusion.

“Since that night… I haven't been the same anymore. I just can’t stop thinking about you.”

“Yeah I know, you’ve been saying that ever since we broke up” you tried to close the door once more but…

“NO! I… I mean it this time”

You sense a strand of sincerity in Baekhyun’s quiet voice and that is a rare sight so you decide to let him continue.

“Listen y/n. I know I fucked you over so many time…” You scoffed. That was clearly an understatement. Sure, if ruinning your life and shatering your self esteem counted as “fucking you over”.

“But over the past few weeks I had a lot of time to think about it and I thought maybe… What I feel. This feeling I get… When I can't stop thinking about you and about what we did last time… Maybe that feeling is just guilt.”

You are shocked. Byun Baekhyun has pronounced the word “guilt” right before your eyes. And more so he said he feels guilty for putting you through hell! Well if you didn’t get over dreaming about him months ago you would swear you were actually passed out on your couch Netflix asking you if you are still watching when in fact you’re just drooling on yourself.

But no this is true. This is reality.

But your state of surprise is about to go from shock to astonishment. When Baekhyun brings out the tote bag and fishes something out.

One huge strap on.

“Maybe if you fuck me like I fucked you many times then maybe you’ll have revenge and I won’t have any reason to feel guilty anymore… 

And I’ll finally stop thinking about you… he thinks.

“And we will both go back to our normal lives.” He says as he hands you the toy.

You have no words. Your jaw just drops as your eyes round up like saucers, fixated on the thing. It’s absolutely massive. The harnesses are made of sturdy and thick leather, you can see that the straps were designed to hold the dildo in place despite vigorous intercourse and all the while preventing the straps from digging into the skin. The belt seems adjustable to be able to fit all sizes. 

But the most impressive part is definitely the actual dildo attached to the leather through a thick metal ring. First of all the vivid purple color makes it easy to peek at all the beautifully carved thick veins in the silicone. Apart from the color it would look absolutely like the real thing. Second of all, it was ridiculously huge. The dildo was thick, very girthy and the length was not to disappoint either. This sight only made your insides tingle in anticipation, without you even realizing.

Only a sight even more enticing could possibly catch your attention and rip your eyes from the devilish device. and that sight is precisely Byun Baekhyun.

Naked to be exact.

While you were admiring the toy Baekhyun started to untie the belt around his waist, pushing the soft fabric off his shoulder and letting the coat fall to the floor. Your eyes nearly bulge out of their socket when you see his naked figure stand in front of you. He stands there completely stark naked on your doorstep. In an inexplicable reflex you pull him inside before the eyes of your nosy neighbors catch something they aren’t supposed to, abandoning the coat outside. 

When you slam the door shut you turn around and take more time to look at him. His cheeks are flushed pink and his eyes are glued on his shoes, his thick white sneakers, the only thing he is still wearing. When your eyes trail up you realize red writing is imprinted all over his soft skin. 

And all of it is absolutely filthy, obscene.

“I did all of this for you” he meekly says, finally daring to speak as you are yourself casted into some sort of silent astonishment. 

Your eyes don't know where to start but you can’t help but notice the beautiful red sharpie letters written all over him. From head to toe beautiful poetry perfectly picturing him.

Whore is written across his whole chest. 

Y/n’s fuck toy is right underneath it on his midriff. While “Please use me” is engraved on his pubic bone. On both of his generous thighs you can read “fuck me” and “please”

A work of art you think instantly. 

Baekhyun’s heart is racing, frantically hammering on his ribs as he peels his eyes from the thick white sneakers to carefully look at you. He still can’t believe he is doing this. Putting himself in this position just to get a chance with you… A chance to forget about you.

But already your two unfathomable orbs are glued to him, darting all over his body and spirit expressed in their purest form. Because his physical being isn’t the only one being exposed it’s mostly about his soul. Finally letting go of what was holding him back just to give it to you on a silver platter. 

His pride. 

Right here, right now Byun Baekhyun was giving up his precious pride.

This shame he feels under your gaze, this feeling that’s pumping hot blood through his veins, this feeling that's rosying his cheeks, that’s making his guts tingle in arousal and slowly souping up his member.

This shame it’s exhilarating. 

“Please do it again” he says. His voice brings your gaze back up to his beautiful face. Sad puppy eyes staring at you with such need, almost desperation. “Please use me again y/n”.

How is this even real ?

You think for a second. Deep down you were persuaded that you didn’t miss Baekhyun at all that it was actually quite a relief to finally be able to breathe. Ever since you broke up with him he had been… well just a pain in the ass.

But now… you weren’t so sure anymore. Maybe he was right. Maybe the only way you can truly forget about him was through real, thorough forgiveness and what better way to forgive someone than to just take revenge on them.

Right? Yeah Right!

The silence is unbearable for Baekhyun. He just waits there, vulnerable, defenseless and not to mention still completely nude. He just tries to read your face. Anything to get a hint on what goes on in that head of yours. A twitch of your lips, an imperceptible cock of your brow. But there’s nothing until… Baekhyun sees in the poorly lit (and oh so fateful) corridor the glint of your teeth showing in the dark. The hint he was waiting for: a sinful smirk.

“It’s ‘ma’am’ for you” you almost whisper back.

Your cold voice just transfixes Baekhyun in another dimension right there and then. Finally this chill, this thrill he hasn't been able to find in the arms of any other lover ever since that night.

“You want me to be rough with you huh?” you push him against the heavy front door. 

Baekhyun didn’t expect such an abrupt change in your demeanor so he stumbles and hits the back of his head but nothing could make him happier. He loves the pain but you have so much more in store for him. You take a firm hold of his hardening manhood. 

“I didn’t hear anything” you say as you start to squeeze.

“YES! Yes Ma’am!” he hastens to answer.

“Good boy” you start to praise him as you loosen your grip around him. You start to gently stroke him. His reaction is immediate. Instantly Baekhyun emits small whimpers as his eyes roll back into his head and his jaw drops.

“You like to feel good don’t you?” you whisper as your lips are flush against the skin of his neck. The hot air fanning Baekhyun lifts goosebumps on his skin.

“Yes ma’am” he excels in a small breath. 

“Aww” you coo in mock compassion. Before quickly changing your expression “that’s too bad because I’m not in the mood to please” you say as your hold shifts to his balls. You give him a light squeeze, just tight enough to make your intentions known and clear. Immediately weak at the knees, Baekhyun lets out a high pitched moan as he crashes at your feet. You can’t help but to smirk. 

“Already giving up?” you say as you faint disappointment. “Well that's no fun if I can’t even play with you” you gently brush the back of your hand on Baekhyun’s face, urging him to look up at you. He looks exactly how you like. Helpless, needy and vulnerable. Ready to snap at any second.

“Don’t worry puppy” you reassure him “I have many ways to break you” You intertwine your finger around his luscious locks of hair, Baekhyun whimpers submissively as your unforgiving voice sparks electricity in the pit of his stomach making his hard and already dripping cock twitch in anticipation.

You tightly pull on his hair to bring him closer to you. With the other hand you quickly rolled up the black bodycon dress up.

You heard Baekhyun take the faintest gasp as his eyes darted all over the freshly exposed patch of skin. 

“Help me with this” you said as you pointed at your black lace underwear.

Baekhyun nodded and lifted his hand. But you pulled on his hair again, earning a painful cry from him, his eyes were watery and a nice pink blush covered his cheeks and the tip of his nose. The pain immediately reminded Baekhyun of your orders.

“Yes Ma’am” he murmured and attempted to lift his hand again but one more time your grip tightened around his locks of hair. Baekhyun whimpers at the pain and looks up at you puzzled. This time he doesn’t know what you want from him. You smirk as you look at him all flustered and confused. So cute.

“I’ve never seen a puppy use his hands. Use your mouth puppy” you order.

Baekhyun looks surprised but he happily complies. His heart is hamericking against his ribs, blood flows in excitement making him light headed as he approaches, the heat of your body gradually radiating on his face. With extreme care he pinches the soft lace between his teeth and pulls on it. Sliding the underwear all the way down to your ankles.

You feel great satisfaction to look at him bent over on his knees for you. You lift one foot then the other to allow Baekhyun to completely take off your panties.When he looks back up at you he has the lace hanging from his mouth, attentive watery eyes waiting for your next order.

“Give it” you say as you present your hand in front of him he opens his mouth and the lace drops in your hand. “Good boy” you praise him once again. This time your voice is softer and the contrast had Baekhyun’s cock twitching. 

“Now make me feel good. Put that mouth of yours to good use”

“Yes ma’am” Baekhyun hurriedly answers, he is so eager to taste you again, feel you quiver under his tongue and drink your juices. In this moment there’s nothing he desires more than to serve you, to please you.

He approaches his face to your heat. He starts with an open mouth kiss on your bud. Your are surprised by the sensation. You didn’t expect to be this sensitive already and you have to bite your tongue to keep yourself from moaning right away. You’re guessing that his little teasing strip show got you more worked up that what you anticipated.

Baekhyun kisses you again and again until he feels some tension building up in your thighs. A sign you are enjoying what he’s offering you. So he moves on to the second stage. He starts with timid and shy licks around your nub, carefully circling the bundle of nerves a few times before taking his tongue down to your slit. As soon as he reaches your entrance he realizes how saoked you are. Juices overflowed to your inner thighs and he can't help his hands when they fly to your back to make your pelvis pushed in his mouth. This taste, this smell. He missed it so much. It’s intoxicating. And he can’t get enough. He continuously laps at your heat from entrance to clit, grunting into your folds and he relishes on your taste. Completely forgetting about everything else. 

His eagerness soon is rewarding as you moan softly. You can’t believe how good he is at this. He should have gone down on you a long time ago. Maybe things would have been different.

“Such a hungry little puppy” you say as you pet his head, which makes him let out a soft muffled whimper.

Soon enough Baekhyun’s work starts to pay off as you feel yourself coming closer to the edge.

“Come on make me cum puppy” you order, now tightly gripping his hair. Roughly pushing his face against your folds.

Baekhyun redoubles his efforts, focussing more attention to your bundles of nerves, latching on to it, sucking and licking until he feels your legs tremble at each side of his face while you start to struggle to breathe. 

“Don’t” stop your order out of breath, nails digging into Baekhyun’s scalp as he moans in pain but happily complies.

Finally you get a hold of your release. Legs shaking, barely still holding you up as you let a husky breath, center joyously pulsating on itself, contracting in pure pleasure.

Baekhyun can’t get enough of the inexhaustible source of delicious juice you have become, lapping hungrily at your folds until you gently come down from your high. 

“Good boy” you patted his head as he closed his eyelids. Perfectly mimicking a puppy’s happy face.

Then you pick up the purple toy. Baekhyun’s eyes grow the size of saucers when he sees your delicate hand wrap around the girth. 

“Now let’s play with your new toy”

Baekhyun didn’t know what he expected but he surely didn’t see this coming this quick. He felt unprepared and actually scared. After all this was a first for him. So he only nodded his head slowly.

You sensed worry pooling in his eyes as you strapped yourself inside the intricate lacing. Wide straps securing the toy in place.

“Don’t worry I’ll make sure it slides right in” you said as you smiled wickedly. Strangely enjoying this fear in his eyes.

You brushed your fingers through his luscious hair and gently pulled him from the nape. Urging him to get closer. As avid as he seemed seconds ago, relishing on your folds he now seemed hesitant one might even say frightened.

You pulled a little harsher and Baekhyun’s lips finally brushed against the tip of the toy. He looked up at you with round puppy eyes.

“Open wide” your order, your patience was starting to run thin, and you longed to see him even more miserable than he already was.

As Baekhyun complied hesitantly and slowly parted his lips you accompanied his movement by gently pushing the length of the toy inside his wet mouth. 

The contact of the silicone on Baekhyun's tongue had him whimpering quietly.

“That’s it baby” you praised him.

As you progressed in his mouth you had to apply more and more pressure to ensure a steady progress but as the tip reached the back of his throat Baekhyun started to cough and closed his eyes tight shut.

“No no no” you said, stopping the movement of your hips. “Open your eyes. Keep looking at me.” you ordered.

Slowly Baekhyun peeled his eyes open, and you smirked when you saw him look back at you with tears brewing in eyes, until one spilt over the edge and rolled on his rosied cheek.

“Adorable” you whispered as you craved more of this pitiful expression.

You went back to pushing. Only a couple of centimeters were left for him to be able to fit the  thing in his tiny little mouth. So your left hand went to cup the back of his head and finally with one single powerful movement you thrusted the last two centimeters in. 

And Baekhyun didn’t break eye contact once. Even when the tears were streaming down his face and he gagged. You maintained the toy deep inside his throat for a couple of seconds as thick saliva spilled from his mouth as he was coughing, throughrougly coating the toy, making it nicely lubricated.

“Good boy” you praised again as you pulled out, allowing Baekhyun to gasp for the air he was desperately needing. Burning his stretched throat and lungs.

“Come on” you urged him to take the monstrous toy back in his mouth by brushing the wet tip on his cheek. Barely giving him enough time to chase away the dizzy feeling. When he opened his mouth again you decided to be much less gentle.

You thrusted forcefully, joining Baekhyun’s lips with your pubic bone in one go, and you pulled out immediately only to push back in right away. 

Baekhyun started moaning, bruised lips starting to match the color of the toy.

“That’s it look at me” you sighed. “Look at me while you’re choking on my cock”. You grunted, making Baekhyun’s cock drip.

Baekhyun's throat was being split open by your cock, it felt like he had swollen blades but he couldn't be happier. It was like he belonged here. On his knees, cheeks soaked by your cum and tears and pleasing you.

You picked the pace up a little and grabbed a big tuft of hair ensuring Baekhyun didn’t move as you fucked his pretty face mercilessly. 

When long strings of spit coated the dildo and dripped all over Baekhyun bare thighs, smudging the red sharpie, you knew it was time for the main course. 

When you popped your cock out of Baekhyun’s mouth with a lewd sound he gasped for air and coughed. You looked at him for a second. He looked miserable. His hair was a mess, his chin was coated in saliva, his lips were swollen, eyes were reddened and his cock had leaked a puddle of pre cum on the floor. This tip was beetroot red and swollen. So much that it looked painful and you reckon it was.

“Such a pitiful mess” you whispered as he looked up at you with sad eyes. His cock twitched again when he saw the disdain in your eyes. “Pathetic” your harsh words sent a shiver down his spine and he bit his lips to not ask you for more degrading words.

“Get up” you ordered and Baekhyun did as he wiped tears from his eyes. “Turn around”

You pushed him and he laid his palms flat on the big sturdy door, perking up his ass in an innate submissive reflex.

But when you grabbed the dildo at the base to guide it to Baekhyun’s hole you noticed something shiny in the dimly lit corridor. A plug.

You pulled on the metal plug, you gently took it out as Baekhyun moaned at the sensation. 

The toy left Baekhyun’s ass twitching for more.

“Goog boy you came prepared” you praised as you let the plug fall on the ground, producing a metallic sound on the tiles.

You started to circle the tip on his greedy little hole, buttering it up with the lubricant Baekhyun so gracefully produced for you and then you aligned the tip with his ass.

He stayed completely still, ass perked up in the air, heart pounding in his chest and eager for more. Eager to finally being fucked dumb by your big cock.

But he waited and nothing came, he dared to slowly turn around only to be met with your carnivorous smile and your cold eyes. He whimpered, getting on tip of his toes whining to get some friction.

“Tell me what you want’ you asked, the tip of your cock circling his more the welcoming asshole.

Baekhyun whined again, just unable to say out loud all the lewd things that were running through his mind.

“Tell me” you growled.

Baekhyun squirmed and whined but didn’t speak. You landed a big slap on his ass cheek as you were losing patience. The burning pain pulled a high pitched moan from Baekhyun’s lips as he arched his back, silently begging for more.

You granted his unspoken wish, this time lifting both hands to spanking him. He moaned and sighed, legs trembling from anticipation.

“I want you to fill me with your big cock, ma’am.” He whispered.

“Continue” you ordered as you pushed the tip in ever so slightly.

“I want to be fucked stupid, ma’am” Baekhyun said a little louder, closing his eyes focussing only on his ass. You pushed in a little more again.

“Keep talking"

“I want you to fuck me until I can’t walk or sit” You kept on pushing your cock inside him, streching him slowly and steadily and he kept on humilating hiself.

“I want to forget my name. I want to become your cocksleeve, your toy, your whore. Cause that’s all I’m fucking good for. A dumb fuck toy.” Baekhyun rambled, completely losing his mind to your thick cock stretching his walls. Until you fitted the whole length inside the bottomless hole.

You rewarded him with another harsh slap on his red ass which seemed to suck in the dildo even more as Baekhyun was panting, rock hard and untouched cock pressed against the cold front door.

But you didn’t give him time to breathe. You started to pull out and push back in again, rocking your hips. Baekhyun moans out loud, getting drunk on the delicious sensation that was straining his abdomen. His hole was so perfectly swallowing every vein of your cock, making the whole thing disappear inside him only to push it back out, each time rubbing so deliciously on his prostate, accompanied with a long string of moans.

“Fuck! it’s so good” he cried, nails digging in the sturdy door.

“Oh yeah?” you asked as you slapped his ass again earning a pained groan from your ex.

“Yeahhh” he screamed “I fucking love your cock”

“What a fucking pathetic slut you are” you fisted his hair for support with one hand and landed an other slap with the other one.

“Please, ma’am, don’t stop” Baekhyun begged as he felt his high getting closer. But…

Ding dong.

The front door bell rang.

The pizza!

You completely forgot about it and to be fair you were doing something that really kept your mind off your empty stomach. 

You slowed down your thrusting but didn’t stop. Baekhyun whimpered when he felt his climax slip through his fingers, desperately squirming to get you to dick him down again.

But one firm hand on his hip kept him still.

You reached out for your purse sitting right next to you on the console in the hall and fished out your wallet.

“Take that and pay for my pizza.”

Baekhyun turned around to look at you.

“Right now?” he exclaimed, panic tinting his voice.

“Yes now” you affirmed, inflexible.

Baekhyun knew he had to oblige if he wanted to get the chance to cum. He pulled a couple of bills from the wallet and opened the door and you were still giving him lazy and slow strokes.

When Baekhyun opened the door he was so embarrassed he wanted to disappear into a whole, trying to hide the gigantic “whore” written on his chest. He didn’t dare to look at the delivery guy in the eyes. He was only praying that the darkness of the hall would conceal the lewd scene that was going on.

“It will be 15$” the delivery guy said.

And for a second it did and maybe it would have continued if only Baekhyun hadn’t spoken.

“Ok” Baekhyun squeaked. Trying his hardest not to moan as he was able to feel each vein of your cock pulling his asshole inside out with this slow pace.

“Baekhyun?” The delivery guy called in the dark.

What were the odds? Right?

At the -unexpected- mention of his name Baekhyun looked back up only to be met with the eyes of one his best friends. One that regularly served as wingman with his fuckboy club of heartbreakers.

“Jaehyun?” he asked, voice getting caught in throat. Jaehyun’s face was contorted with aberration as saw his best friend in a position he would have never imagined. Bent over, ass being split open by you. 

And the temptation was too great, to not make him even more traumatized.

Without hesitation you started to thrust at full speed again, slightly angling your hips down to make sure you were right on Baekhyun’s prostate. 

The sudden pleasure took Baekhyun by surprise. Your cock just felt too good. He couldn’t help but to moan. He couldn't control himself. He started to moan, eyebrows knitting in pleasure as his eyes were locked with his best friend’s. 

It was too much. The veins, the pace, the length, your powerful thrusts, the angle perfectly rubbing his prostate, the horrified eyes of Jaehyun forced to witness such a depraved show. It was too much. Baekhyun’s cock was dripping so much precum as it was shaken with every thrusts and he was shamefully moaning as if nobody was watching. The only thing keeping him from cumming was sheer force of will.

“Now be a good pup and cum for me. Right now” you ordered as you slapped his ass again, the sharp sound making Jaehyun startled, ramming your cock inside in his tired hole with barbaric force. Baekhyun just couldn't disobey orders.

“Yeshhh ma’ammmm” Baekhyun screamed as he finally let himself over the edge. His hard and swollen cock spilled his cum all over as it was jumping up and down with every thrust. His cum splashed on his thighs and abs but also on the door and floor and he thinks maybe even on Jaehyun’s shoes.

He never came this much, not even to the countless times he pictured your cock inside his ass and he stroked his cock until it was painful. It felt like his balls were absolutely dried out.

Jaehyun didn’t even wait for Baekhyun to come down from his high and ran for the hills. Leaving the him with the ruffled bills still in his fist and the pizza getting cold on the doorstep, joining Baekhyun’s coat.

But you didn’t care one bit. 

You pulled Baekhyun back inside and slammed the door shut. Baekhyun collapsed to the ground, worn out and out of breath.

As Baekhyun caught his breath he didn’t notice you slip out of the strap-on. You turned him over, making him roll on his back only to sit yourself right on his still half hard length.

Baekhyun produced the most high pitched moan, squirming under you.

Your pussy slipping right over his cock, lubricated by both of your cums.

You groaned in pleasure pushing your head back.

“Please. I just came” Baekhyun whined.

But you started to move your hips back and forth. The friction was divine, his pubic bone perfectly rubbing on your sensitive clit.

“Pleaseeee” Baekhyun cried out. Tears pooling in his eyes again.

“Such a sensitive cock you have there” You lifted your hips to smash them on his again. “I figured I might as well try to suck you dry” you laughed as you used him as a toy. Only focusing on your own pleasure. Forcefully making him hard again.

Baekhyun moans and whimpered under you as you had your way with him. Torturing his cock with merciless oversimulation.

It didn’t take long until your back and forth had you and Baekhyun over the edge. Your squeezing pussy milking Baekhyun’s every last drop of cum by force. Forcing him into a second orgasm even more powerful than the previous one, making his eyes roll in his skull and drool all over his chin as his body shook uncontrollably. 

You pussy delicious twitch to completion, clenching as Baekhyun filled it up with hot cum. Your juices spraying in a powerful stream, completely soaking Barkhyun’s face, hair and chest, making the sharpie bleed out as you moaned out loud. Slowing down and allowing both of yourself to come down from your highs gently. 

You crashed on the cool tile floor next to him, out of breath and completely satisfied. Baekhyun looked like a mess; completely fucked out dumb.

“Good boy” you sigh, petting his head. As he smiled back at you, eyes turning into crescents. 

Maybe I should keep him as a pet.

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Military Discharge (M)

Fluff

Mature

Romantic

Smut

Warning: This is a mature, sensitive content. Please read at your own risk.

*Sequel from 100 Days My Prince.

Character:

Baekhyun

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‘Better safe than to be sorry’

1333 words

Today is the day your husband, Byun Baekhyun, was discharged from the military. Waiting for him for around a year and nine months feels longer for you, though he returned home once in a while. You are thankful to be invited to watch the closing ceremony for those who have completed their military service. He may not notice you taking pictures of him since you are covering yourself with face masks for protection. “Better safe than to be sorry” you remember your husband always reminding you of the pandemic standard health procedure.

When all soldiers who completed military service are dismissed, you finally saw him coming out from the military stage. You wave at him and he sees you too. You can see his smile although he covers himself with face masks. You quickly run to him when you saw him spreading his arm open wide. “Gosh, it’s been two weeks. I miss my love so much” he tightens his embrace. “Me too, hubby…. Let’s go home” and he nods in agreement.

“You must be tired. I’ll drive,” you insist although Baekhyun offers to drive home. He just smiles. Baekhyun asks to drop by and buy some takeaway food since he doesn’t want to see you spending time doing house chores. “I want to spend time with you, my love. All I see was a muscular man at the camp, at the social work…. Gosh, I thought I’m going crazy” you only laugh hearing him saying that.

When you reach home, your husband strictly wants you two to clean yourselves first. You agree with him; since the pandemic is still around though the situation gradually getting better. You ask him to have a bath first, while you clean your hands and transfer the food bought earlier to a few plates. You take turns to take bath while Baekhyun takes his time calling his parents about him being safely and healthily discharged from military service. After that, both of you enjoy the food together. He continues chatting even at the kitchen table, telling you about his military life; what was happening every morning at the social work, the important events, and some memories that he cannot forget while he was doing military service. He feels good to be able to take a break from the entertainment world and has a chance to socialise with professional soldiers, and social workers and be friends with them.

You carefully listen to each history your husband tells you. You share his happiness for being able to complete his military service; as you know that alongside Suho, his military service was a bit longer than his fellow EXO members. “Wow…. I wonder what happen the moment I return to the entertainment world. I must be like when I was still a rookie, being awkward and all that” he expresses his concern. “Don’t worry hubby, you’ll be fine. After all, you are called Genius Idol for a reason” you encouraged him. “Thank you, sweetie. Without your love and support, I seriously can’t face this world alone” He sighs.

He helps you with the dishes. However, when you stare at his body from behind, you feel that his body is toner than before though it’s just two weeks since you last see each other. You can’t help yourself but feel sensual around him; as it’s been too long since you’re not been together. “Hubby….” You slowly get closer to him and hug him from the back. He understands you and he too wanted the same. He finishes washing dishes and immediately hugs you back, fiercely kissing you while he slowly leads you to the bedroom.

Today, going to the bedroom seems longer than you think at the present. You need him urgently. “Hubby, I want you now…. I can’t stand anymore….” You plead. “Sweetie, just a few steps to….” But you don’t care, you fully undress him right before the bedroom. He didn’t argue with you, taking off your clothes until you are as bare as him. You hastily kneel down and taste his long, delicious cock. He grunts while moving his body along with your movement.

You wrap his waist with your right leg while gently grinding your lower part against his, and ferociously kissing each other, as you two explore each other bodies, making you both moan erotically. “You’re fully wet now, sweetie…. I need you now; I can’t wait anymore.”

“Ummm…. me too….” you whimper as you keep grinding yourself against his lower part. Hearing your approval, he instantly inserts his already hard member inside you, while still standing. You two grunt louder. “I want to…. Ugh….”

“Cum around my cock, let me feel your hot juice” your husband takes turns sucking your nipples while holding your waist steadily. You reach your first orgasm, as you squeal louder. Amazingly, your husband releases his warm juice right after you cum as well. Yet, you still feel his shaft hard, and you know well that the round has not ended. “Next round” he takes a deep breath, hurriedly carrying you to the bedroom, and locking the door.

He lays down with you, quickly spreading your legs apart, and he enters you once again, in a missionary position. You keep moaning while clawing his back, but he simply doesn’t care as you two are letting go of that longingness together.

“Ahhhh hubby, ahhhh ahhhh ahhhh ummm fuck yeah ahhhh ahhhh ahhhhhhh” you moan loudly while he slams his dick harder and faster into you, making you reach your second orgasm.

“Hubby…. More….” You beg shortly after taking a deep breath. “Of course, my love” he kisses you.

He places you on top of him again, sitting together upright on the bed, facing each other. His member is still inside you, this time he moves slowly, making sweet love with you. “I miss doing this” you slurred. “Don’t worry, I’m here now. We’ll do this frequently” he kisses your forehead. “Ohh…. You are so tight….” He continues while licking and sucking your boobs. “Ohh, hubby…. Why do I feel yours is getting longer and bigger…. Ahhh ahhhh, do you eat something….” you compliment him while blowing a kiss on his temple, then going down to his ear. “Maybe exercise helps, sweetie. But I could do this all night, your moan always making me hard again and again each time. Moan for me again, my love” you whine harder, your pussy is getting wetter hearing naughty words from him.

All of a sudden, his hand reaches out for your clit while still fucking you, constantly rubbing it making you arch your back while calling his name in fortissimo. You shiver, sending another orgasm over you. Your husband spins you around when you are still out not recovering from your last orgasm and currently taking you from behind while back hugging you. His right hand grope one of your breasts while the other hand caresses your stomach, then down all the way to your sensitive clit again.

“Ahhhh…. hubby ummm…. Ahhh ahhhh….ummm …. faster….” You urge him while supporting both of you with your hands. He obeys you and goes as fast as he could. You both scream louder, not caring about whoever hears it anymore. “Love…. ugh…. cumming…. AHHHH” your husband only manages to utter those words when you finally cum together. He quivers and groans loudly while shooting his warm juice deep inside your womb, and you both fall together on the bed, exhausted from the lovely intercourse.

Even with his eyes already half closed, he is still able to find your lips. You two kiss dearly for a moment. “My best gift for Valentine’s Day ever,” you said. “My military discharge or our lovemaking?” he asks while snuggling with you. “Both” you two giggling while patting his chest fluffily. “I love you forever and ever” Baekhyun hugs you to sleep. “I love you too, until the end of my life” and soon after you also sleep peacefully next to your husband.

Thank you for reading.

Uploaded on: 5th February 2023

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You Ghost

Genre: romance / horror / smut / short story

Main characters: baekhyun x you / female reader

Warnings: mentions of mental illness / schizophrenia / depression / anxiety / suicide / alcoholism / violence / major character death

Description: Starting a new life at a new town, you quickly find the perfect house to live in and start your psychiatric practice. Days go by smoothly, until the patient with the styled undercut hair comes by and wrecks havoc in your peaceful life.

Author’s Note: This story is inspired by Baekhyun’s song Ghost and American horror story-Murder House.

"Unnie! I really miss you so much. Why did you have to pack up and leave me like this?" Sana, your little sister who had just turned seventeen the previous month, whines in her baby voice. 

You smile, vividly imagining her face as if she is standing right in front of you, her lips turned down into the pout she tries so hard to pull off as angry, but turns out anything but adorable.

 "You know why my sweet baby. It's for me to earn more money so I can send you to a nice, big university. You're all I have left, right?"  You imagine Sana's cute face fall a little through the phone, "I miss mom and dad so much," she whispers, in the littlest of voices. The pain you felt at the loss of your parents sometimes seemed nothing when compared to Sana’s young soul. "I know. Me too, sweetie, me too," you whisper, your eyes watering up instantly, thinking of the cruel way a simple car accident took the lives of the people you had loved the most in your entire life. But you had promised them that you would take the best care of Sana as they had cared for you. So you quickly wipe your eyes and adjust your spectacles as you say, "Listen, you must quickly finish your high school at Aunt Yuri's place, and by the end of this year, you can come by and stay with me, permanently!" Sana already knew this, but reminding each other every time how it’ll be only one year until you two would be united didn't get any less exciting. Besides, talking about staying with her sister made Sana the happiest. "Really? Do you really promise?" Sana's little voice chirps, and you can already tell the creeping smile that was about to break through with just one word. "Promise!" you squeal, and another squeal adds to your one as you visibly hear your 17-year-old sister jump up from where ever she was sitting.  "Oh Unnie! I promise too that I will be the best student and graduate faster than anyone else so I can come live with you sooner. I love you so, so much! Oh btw, Aunt Yuri showed me the photos of the house, it is so big and pretty. How did you find such a beautiful house so fast out there?"  That, was a mystery to you, too.

It wasn't only the most beautiful house you came across while searching for one, but it had also come at a really low price. 

You had needed to start your psychiatric practice as soon as possible, so you didn't get the time to mull over any suspicious reasons behind getting a house like this at such a low price. You had to think about Sana and her future. So you had taken it.  It still needed a lot of time to become your own, most of your boxes left unopen upstairs. But downstairs, the living room- and the room you loved so much - had been refurnished as your office. The place where you'll see your outpatients, was pretty much settled as well. All thanks to your best friend and your part-time assistant- Jihyo.  As if she knew you had thought of her, Jihyo's head pops in through the mahogany double doors to your office, smiling her pretty smile as she says, "Your first patient of the day is here, Doctor. Should I let them in?" You bid Sana a loved filled goodbye and with her sweet giggles warming your body, you nod towards Jihyo, standing up from your comfortable position in your oversized bronze accent armchair. Smiling slightly, you say, 

"I'm ready." 

The first patient was a 30-year-old man with mild case of schizophrenia. The condition had developed after he had completed his military enlistment, and even though his previous doctors listed it as not dangerous, to you, it seemed something more.

"I can't sleep at night anymore, Doctor. I feel like if I do, they are gonna break into my house and kidnap me." he breathes slowly as he says his worst fears, his beautiful, cat eyes restless and red at their rims. "Who will, Minseok sshi?" "The North Korean spies," he states with utter confidence, and there was no way he was a manipulative liar. His eyes were like an open book. 

He actually, genuinely believed the North Korean spies were going to topple the boundaries just to take him, a mere civilian who was just finishing his mandatory army training, from the comfort of his home and kill him. 

"Okay. And when did these insomniac phases start, Minseok sshi? While you were posted at the Demilitarized Zone or after?" You take off your spectacles and observe him with kind eyes. "While... I was still there. My post was transferred to the DMZ for my excellent shooting skills during the military. I was so ecstatic, so proud of myself when it had happened. It was one of the most prestigious posts at the army," he smiles, and you couldn't stop yourself from noting how handsome he was when he wasn't overcome with fear, "I bragged about it to all my friends and family. They were so proud. They were so proud until..." his smile fades, his eyes becoming wet as the painful memories came back like a flood, that awful night at the DMZ. "Until what Minseok sshi?" you probe tenderly, catching full well that this was a part of the trauma that his mind was blocking, a very crucial part of his underlying illness. "Is that important? Why don't you just prescribe me some sleeping pills, Doctor?" his voice becomes nonchalant as he fakes a smile, but you easily catch the slight frown in between his eyebrows.

You note "incident at DMZ" down on your diary, and smiled up at him.

"Well, your previous doctors have informed me that you were aware of some of your hallucinations. But it seems to me that get confused sometimes. Mr. Kim, no one is going to hurt you. And I am positively prescribing you some pills to have you enjoy a good sleep, because restless brain activity is our worst enemy. Also, we don't want those gorgeous eyes to get dark circles underneath, do we?" you smile, trying to lighten the mood and appeal to him as his friend. "Let's continue this discussion in our next meeting," Minseok smiles too, albeit half-heartedly and agrees, his eye still troubled and restless. Jihyo comes in after Minseok leaves, smiling at you as she places your coffee on your side table.  "Do you need a break or should I call in the next patient? They are already here."  "My kind Jihyo, you are a life-saver," you laugh. Sipping at your bitter Americano- just as you like it- you say, "Bring them in. I feel like I am finally getting started."

Jongin Kim was a 19-year-old college student. He just sat there, one leg on top of the other, his hands limp, his eyes numb and quite lifeless.

"So how are you feeling today?" you ask, smiling comfortably at the kid. He reminded you of Sana because of his age and you could tell he would grow up to be a heart breaker. If his clinically diagnosed depression didn't consume him whole. "Nothing different, Doctor. I always feel the same, what's the use of talking about it?" he mumbles, out of courtesy, you could tell if he were given a choice he'd never even speak. The fact that he was here, getting help for himself was because of his worried mom sitting outside in the waiting room. Jongin was a good kid. "Jongin? Is it okay for me to call you Jongin?" you say, removing your glasses. He shrugs, uncaring. "Jongin. You like to paint right? Let's speak in colors, then. What do you feel when you hear the word yellow?"  "Uhh. I don't know. Bright? Sunny... happy."  "And when you hear the word blue?"  "Blue? Um. Blue has different shades, the lightest blue makes me feel light, like I'm floating, and the darkest one makes me feel like I'm drowning."  "So out of the 3 colors, how are you feeling today?"  He pauses, looking outside the big glass doors that leads to your little backyard. He sighs, the dullness in his eyes growing a shade duller. 

"Dark blue," he whispers.

The next few hours go by in a blur of more patients. And soon Jihyo pops in to say she is going for a lunch break.  "You have one more patient. But they called in to say they'll be about half an hour late. So imma go real quick to grab something to eat and come back. Would you like me to bring you something?"  "No, it's okay. I'll get dinner later. You go, I'll take care."  "Are you really sure you don't want anything? Cause I'm getting cream pasta," she insists, rolling her eyes in an exaggerated way to emphasize the loveliness of pasta. "No babe for real, I'll eat later," you chuckle, busily re-checking the previous patient's file. "Ughh, no wonder your aunt calls me thrice a day to check up on the three meals of your day. Okay, bye, because I'm really hungry right now. You are gonna have to answer her on my behalf,” Jihyo grimaces. “Love you~" she winks as she exits, leaving you shaking your head.

You take the last sip of your coffee, craning your tired neck as the door creeks open again just after a few minutes. Thinkinh Jihyo had come back to force feed you lunch, you turn and say,

"Jihyo, really girl go and have your foo-" but you stop mid-sentence as your eyes fall on the handsome man darkening your doorstep.  A man who looked younger than you, enters swiftly. You go speechless as your eyes fall on his features, the first thing you notice is his unnaturally pink, luscious, triangular-shaped lips. He is wearing a yellow t-shirt underneath his coat, his hair styled so prettily, exposing his shiny forehead that you would've complimented him right away if he was someone you knew before.  "Can I -come in?" the man says in a husky voice, his perfect eyebrows slightly raised, a slight twinkle behind his gently shaped eyes.  "Yes. Of course, come in," you say as you stand up. You walk towards the front of your table and you extend your hand, "Mister?"  "Ah, Baekhyun Byun. I think I am your last patient for today," he says politely, his demeanor so different from all the patients you had seen today. "Yes! My assistant told me you were going to be late. Glad you could make it," you smile, a little flustered as you were not given your last patient's record history beforehand. You always liked to be prepared with their history. "Yeah. I was. But somehow I got here just on time." He was sitting on the couch now, smiling softly, so calm and collected, unlike yourself.

How unprofessional of you. 

You cleared your throat and admonished yourself mentally. Stop ogling at him, you repeat to yourself as you fix your hair into a ponytail and head for the door.

"Please. I'm so, so sorry. I don't have your file with me. I will go out and see if I can get your records from my table. If you could just excuse me for one min-"  "No. No please sit. There is no need for it when I am right here. I can tell you everything." the man smiles. You wondered how the words 'a brilliant smile' would be an understatement to describe it. Why were his teeth so pretty?

"But-" you say again, feeling a little flip in your stomach but also unease for not being at your best.  "Please, sit," he motions with his hand, and as if you were hypnotized, you sit down. You even forget to put on your spectacles, left on your desk when you had stood up.  "Okay." you nod, and then break into your own bright, easy smile, "Okay. So let us start. Tell me about yourself, Mr. Byun."  "Baekhyun, if you must," he clasps his hands in front of him, the smile fading a little but still there, "I'm Byun Baekhyun, 28," he was two years older than you, "I work at a tech company. Me and my brother both used to run it together. I was CEO a few years ago but I stepped down from the position," he looks up to see you scribbling these down, but you quickly lookup because he had paused.  "Ah, I like to take notes, I hope it’s okay? If you want we can just speak-“ you start saying when he just shakes his head and lifts his eyebrows and hands in a gesture meant to mean that it was no problem. It was adorable. You smile again –huh, were you smiling too much?- and ask “If you don't mind me asking, Baekhyun," he smiles at you now, appreciating that you had listened to his preference, "why did you step down from the position?" "It was hard. It was hard after all the things that had happened, " he looks down as he speaks, his confident demeanor crumbling a bit.  "After what had happened, Mr. Byun?" you ask, in your most tender voice.   His head snaps up suddenly after the words 'Mr. Byun' leave your mouth. His soft feature turns into hard stone, and you bit your tongue at the silly slip of manner.  He stands up suddenly, hands disappearing deep inside the pockets of his black slacks as he walks towards one of the paintings in your office.  "These are some really nice paintings you have," he asks, clearly avoiding your question. You close your diary, catching ahead how today you weren't going to have any development with this patient.

But that was okay. Everyone had their own pace. 

What you learned is you had to tread carefully with this one. He was sensitive in the oddest aspects. "It's not mine actually," you chuckle a little sheepishly, "The previous owners of this place insisted that I keep them. It's not been long since I moved in. I don't know if I'll keep them here, though." you stand up as you kept talking, moving towards the man who stood still in front of the painting of a beautiful lady. "Well, I think you should keep them. Especially this one." Baekhyun whispers as his fingers, so thin and pretty for a man, trails the border, his eyes unmoving from the lady's face. "She must have been gorgeous in real life, this woman in the portrait." you exhale as you stand beside him, putting on your spectacles to see better.  "She was more than gorgeous. She was exquisite," Baekhyun whispers.  You look at him curiously. He spoke as if he had known her personally. "Wow, you speak as if you knew this woman really well," you turn to face him, mystified.  This time, Baekhyun's trance-like stature breaks, and he moves his whole body to face you. You had your share of meeting handsome men, even today you had met two who were astoundingly gorgeous. Yet there was something about this man in the black coat with styled hair, standing in front of you, staring into your eyes so deep, his mouth now looking so plump and kissable, that made your heart beat faster than usual.

Get a grip, you tell yourself as you discover a tiny mole on the right corner of his upper lip.

The way his skin shone in the soft light of your office, and how fair and clear and smooth it looked, enamored you. The grip on yourself loosened like air.

He steps a little bit closer to you, and you feel almost hypnotized. You are completely unable to move away when he says, "Doctor, I can quite easily tell when I see a woman that if they are just simply gorgeous," he says as he reaches out and grabs your spectacles gently, pulling them off, the light brush of his fingertips leaving a trail of goosebumps along your hairline, "or if they are exquisite enough to take your breath away," he continues, putting the spectacle down and leaning in close to your ear.

"Right now, after I have seen one so dazzling, I really can't breathe," he finishes, he lips slightly grazing your cheekbone, inciting rouges along your cheek and neck.

He stares into your baffled eyes as he smirks and leaves the room.

What the hell just happened? 

Minutes after Mr. Byun departs, Jihyo mkes her appearance. 

"I think I'm kinda done for today," you say, huffing and shuffling your notes in a neat pile, and rubbing the place where his lips had touched, still tingling. You were embarrassed to find some of other parts of you tingling too. "Oh? Okay. I'll pack everything up and see you next week? Here," she says as she puts down two bags of Chinese food.  "Jihyo…"  "Now shut up and eat before I go," Jihyo admonishes, laughing loudly when you attack the bags. 

Days become months, and soon you are getting the hang of living in a new city and learning your way around it. You had also applied to work as a professor at one of the universities, everything was going pretty well. 

Except at the end of the day, when you come back to your big, big a house- you can't shake the feeling of being watched.

It wasn't like this at the beginning. But after you had started accepting clients, you always felt this cold shiver of being watched by somebody. 

When you would walk down to the kitchen after passing your office, you would get a slight cold shiver from the room. You had started to close the doors to the room before sleep after that.

When you would walk out of a hot shower, you would feel someone watching you from the small window inside your bathroom that led to the yard of the house. You would close them too after the feeling didn’t let up.

There was this one time you even felt someone standing at the end of your bed.

It was crazy, and you were convinced it was all in your head since you never lived alone ina new place before.

You had told Jihyo about it, and that was what she had said too.

“If you feel too awful I can come and stay with you,” she had offered after the incident in the bedroom, but you declined.

You had to be the big girl.

It was horrible and pretty mind-fucking. But for the past couple of weeks, this feeling had stopped.

And what was more mind-fucked up was that you missed it. 

That was so messed up. And you wondered why that was happening. Maybe it was something else you had missed, some other feeling similar to missing someone that you reconnected to this, reconnected back to something as disturbing as being watched. 

Maybe I have reached my peak of loneliness, you wondered wistfully.

Anyway, there were far more important things to worry about than this. Like one of your clients being absent for weeks.

Where did he go?

Why wouldn't he reply to your mails that were sent inquiring about his absence?

The days he had come, he was so punctual, though every day, it was at the end of all your day's patients, and also strangely right after when Jihyo would leave for her lunch break. He never missed one single session, before he started ghosting you. And his absence had now made you realize you had developed rather illegal feelings for him. It was quite unprofessional of you. If anyone had to catch an air of this, your hard-earned degree would surely get revoked.

But you couldn't help it. You were always so immune to growing any sort of feelings for any of your patients. But, he...he was different. During the few sessions of the therapy Byun Baekhyun had with you, he would just stare, stare at you while you asked questions about his problems, stare at you when all he was supposed to do was lie down and look at the ceiling and relax and bare his deep, dark messed up feelings. After some of his slight flirtatious remarks towards you, gentle touches over your furniture and paintings as he would move around the room, all of that would eventually lead him to talk to you about his problems (it was the only way you could make him talk. And he could never stay still, never stay lying down for few minutes, and he always moving about and touching the paintings that he liked so much). You would sometimes stand up and walk with him too, abandoning your notes because you knew your mind was somehow embedding these memories to their cells, enjoying his company and the light conversation the sessions would turn into, and that's when he’d bravely graze his hand against yours, catch a stray strand of hair which he'd tuck behind your ear when you'd put your guard down and laugh at his funny monologues.

Times like this would create dangerous flutters inside our stomach, that would spread throughout your whole body and leave you stunned. What was worse is that he knew his effect on you.

But you could never get a reaction out of him.

Did he feel something for you too? Or was he just sweet and lovely like this to everyone else?

You try to shake these unruly thoughts out of your head as you focus on finding his contact number. The bossy side of your brain reminded you again and again.

He was your patient, it said. It's illegal to have feelings for your patient, it said.

But he was also one of those who shouldn't have gone without their sessions even for a week. 

They were important for his recovery.

And Baekhyun had missed three.

Baekhyun was suffering from an anxiety disorder. It was hard to believe because he was such a bright person, always smiling and throwing witty remarks. But you could sense, sense a sort of fidget, a panic in his eyes when you would venture deeper into his life each time. Being the CEO of the company left by his father, there was no way he could afford to have any weaknesses, especially something that interfered with his work and relationships. He had admitted to leaning towards heavy use of alcohol, that had cost him many things, including his position to his younger brother. That's why he had come to you. Baekhyun was trying to get back on track, and you were gladly here to help him. Only you knew there was still a lot to unfold. 

As you enter your office for a new day and new patients, your mind couldn't stop going back to him.

Worrying for him.

You vividly remember your last session with Byun Baekhyun. 

He was wearing that same black coat he had worn every day since he started your sessions, and that day oddly, he had taken it off. 

You had tried your best to avoid looking at his arms, his exposed collarbone, and his wide hips that were on full display because he had tucked his t-shirt in.

"So things with you and your brother aren't well, still?" you ask as you slide your eyes across his rehab documents, most of his visitors being solely one person, Byun Junmyeon.

"Yeah. He sold my house without telling me about it. And when he tried to tell me he was also selling her paintings I got furious and told him to never come back," Baekhyun says hoarsely, his jaw ticking and you could clearly see the topic of his brother was something that carried bitter feelings. 

"Her paintings...?" 

Baekhyun looks at you with a slight surprise and quickly caught onto the fact that this was something he wasn't supposed to tell.

"Baekhyun, who was she? " you ask gently and softly because once your clients start feeling on guard and close up on you there was no way you would be able to help them. 

Baekhyun chuckles and rubs his neck, which was red by now from all the rubbing he did since he came in today, he seemed a lot fidgety somehow. 

"Baekhyun," you sigh, getting nowhere with his silence,"You really need to tell me what you see when you go through one of your episodes. You said the last time it was so severe you almost took a drink. I can help you if you tell me. You know you can tell me," you coax, trying to read this man's thoughts. But today it was really hard. 

His angry face had morphed into a solemn one, he stands up and walks to his favorite painting, the painting of the mysterious lady, yet again, and you can feel it.

He had closed his open book. 

You sigh as you take off your spectacles and walk towards him. Standing next to him always made you feel light somehow, you look at his hand hanging by his side and you want to touch it. You want to hug him and tell him he can forget about his pains when he is with you. He can stop looking at the lady in the painting so longingly and look at you like that. But you knew it would never be right. Never.

"I... had a wife," he whispers quietly, his low register tone feeling like a breeze of warmth hitting your heart, only quickly turning stone cold from his words. 

A wife?

He puts his hands over the painting's sill and traces the border slowly, towards the lady's abstract face that was drawn in with vivid shades of blue and red.

"She was so beautiful. She was the most beautiful woman I had ever seen. But then she left me. A car accident took her life, a simple fucking car accident." his long thin fingers trace the lady's cheeks longingly.

"I used to be so busy working, I could never give her the time she had always wanted. So she would paint. I would come back every night and find her hands covered with bright colors of paint, and then I would wake her up and make love to her because like that, she was incredible to me. Her death broke me, completely. My position at the company became nothing to me, I lost my mind over the loss of the love of my life. Drowning myself in drinks, all the time thinking about how I should have been with her. How I should've died with her."

He faces you now, catching the redness in your eyes that were too late to blink away. He wasn't crying, but his face crumbles into a worrisome expression. But in the simple way he told his story, his real story, you could feel his loss as if you had been right there with him, suffering, and somehow the hurt of losing someone so loved felt profound to you. You understood the need to leave with the ones you had lost.

Because you too, had gone through something very similar.

"Don't cry," he coos, moving his hands away from the painting, moving his longing eyes away from her to you.

He was standing very close to you now, so close that you could count his eyelashes as his gaze roamed around your face until they fell on your quivering mouth.

"Mr. Byun," you start when he leans down towards them, his breathe covering your mouth in shallow inhales. He closes his eyes as if to control himself, and kisses your forehead instead. Like it was the most normal thing to do. The most natural thing.

Like you had been doing this for years.

"Neoreul michige wonhago wonhaedo neon...you ghost." he sighs against your ear, again, too close for comfort.

He was your patient. You did not allow any of your patients this close to you. Yet here he was. And you couldn't for the life of you, move away. 

You open your eyes and look at him, the words he had spoken in his native tongue all unknown and foreign to you, yet why did it...arouse you?

"What does it mean?" you whisper, frowning a little, trying to hide how his proximity affected you more than you wished it to. But you were his doctor, his therapist. You had to focus. You needed to know everything about your patients to help them heal. And even though the intensity of feelings in his eyes made you scared to know what his words meant, you had to probe.

What did those words mean? 

"Oh, doctor." he lifts his hands as he traces your cheeks with his thumb, "Do you really want to know?"

You look at him, mystified and terrified all at once. 

 "Even if I want you.... want you so much that it drives me crazy....

 all you do is ghost" ... 

"Hey, your first patient just called in to let me know they'll be here soon, okay? What are you looking for?" Jihyo pops in her head, slightly concerned at the disheveled way you were rifling through your files. 

"Thank god you are here! Have you seen my patient Byun Baekhyun's file somewhere? They have been avoiding sessions for 3 weeks now and I need to contact them ASAP," you plead with big eyes.

"Byun Baekhyun? Huh. Never really heard of their name. Are you sure you have a patient...? Uhh nevermind. You are getting so many appointments nowadays that it's hard to keep up," Jihyo frowns as she puts your coffee down. 

"Jihyo it's really important," you ask seriously.

"Ahhh don't worry girl, I'll contact them for you so you should just focus on today's patients. Okay?" 

Most of your patients had immense development with you over the past weeks. And as relieved as you were, you were also worried about the two who were still stuck at square 1.

"Minseok sshi, how are you sleeping these days?" you ask with a genuine smile. 

Minseok's cat-like eyes were red and a little bit dazed. He shakes his head, answering your question without actually answering it.

"Bad? Is it because of the nightmares?" 

He nods.

"Minseok sshi. What do you see in your nightmares? What do you see that scares you so much?" 

His sad eyes look up into yours, and he sniffs a little. 

He takes a deep breath, "I always have the same dream. It's always me lying on my bunker at the base camp, sleeping and a gunshot rings through the air. It shocks me awake. I climb down the bed and out of the room, in search of the source of the sound. I really wish I wouldn't do it because that is exactly where everything goes wrong. There I find them, they come at me with menacing eyes, hands outstretched over their head, and before I can understand what’s happening, they stab me. They keep stabbing me doctor... in the chest, in the abdomen, in- in the legs. Stabs and stabs of endless pain until there is nothing more. And then I finally jolt awake," he barely finishes, his forehead shining with swear.

Minseok was crying now. You slowly walk towards him and hand him some tissues and sit beside him. Patting his back. 

"The person who stabs you, can you remember their face?”

“It's always a different person each time, but when I wake up I can’t remember them. I can't live with my parents anymore. Because I feel they are North Korean spies who are out to kill me. But that’s not true, right doc?” he looks at me with frantic eyes, “Doc, I don't know what to do anymore. Please help me. Please." 

Jongin has dark circles around his eyes now. His hair is more disheveled than ever. 

"Jonginah, why aren't you attending your painting classes anymore? Your mom is worried for you." 

He shrugs, nonchalant, distant. 

"Jonginah, you have to tell me how you feel. If you keep it pressed inside you, it's going to become darker. Please tell me." you plead, your eyebrows pulled together in a worrisome frown. 

His face softens at your tone. He looks at you with hopeless eyes.

"It's just that..." he sighs, his shoulders sagging more and more, "I don't see any point to anything anymore. I feel like my whole existence is a burden. How I'm just simply taking up space." 

"Jongin. That is not true. You are not some object taking up space. You are someone’s son, someone’s student, and a wonderful human being. I can see how so many people care about you so much and admire you. I wish you could try to see yourself from other people's eyes. Because you are worth so much more than you think." 

A knock sounds on the door. 

"I'm so sorry, but Mr. Kim's mom left this right now and told me to give them to you to discuss in session," Jihyo says as she walks in, her hands full of portfolios of beautiful drawing. Even though you know Jihyo knows she can’t interrupt when you’re meeting up with the patients, you don’t say anything. You can't help but notice your patient sitting up, the slight brightening of his eyes as your assistant walks in, his gaze not leaving her face even once.

"Here you go. Please don't mind but I happened to take a peek and they are gorgeous. Mr. Kim, you are so talented," Jihyo gushes as she looks at your patient with earnest eyes. Jongin sits up straighter, a smile adorning his plump mouth. 

"You really think so? Thank you. Thank you so much Ms. Jihyo," he says gruffly, but you can see his eyes leaving the dull vibes so fast.

"Ah, you know my name! It's no problem. I'll leave you two now," Jihyo chuckles as she moves towards the door.

"Ms. Jihyo wait!" Jongin says, standing up now. There was a nervous vibe radiating out of him.

"Doctor, if you don't mind. And Ms. Jihyo, if you don't mind as well. I would like to draw you." he said. 

"Me?" Jihyo squeaks, incredulous. But your heart feels triumphant at Jongin's words.

"Yes. I really, really want to, draw you."

 The day ends with Byun Baekhyun being a no show. You bid goodbye to your 21-year-old assistant, being disappointed when she says she couldn't find their contact number. 

"It's not even registered. Are you sure you got the name right?" 

You sigh as you take a warm shower and sit on your bed, rubbing your hair dry, your head full of nobody else but Baekhyun. 

That weird feeling was back again. The feeling of being watched. You slowly turn your head towards your open window and breathe a sigh of relief when you find no one there. You dress up in your white silk nightdress and head downstairs to heat some of the food Jihyo had left over. 

Before you move towards the kitchen, a loud knock on the door halts you in your steps.

It was nearly 10 pm. Frowning slightly and tightening your robe, you peak through the looking glass only to gasp in surprise.

It was him. 

In haste of wanting to know where he was all these days, you yank the door open recklessly. 

Immaculately styled yet again, Byun Baekhyun always looked handsome, but today he looked hot beyond words. The stylish one button black shirt, and the love engraved belt showing off his snatched waist, all the words that you wanted to speak fled you entirely. 

"Hello, Doctor. I bought you champagne," he looks up from under his abundance of baby eyelashes and smirks a delicious smile. And your unruly heart did that dull heavy thump for him again. 

You were now seated in the living room of your too big a house, him sitting awfully close beside you. It wasn't a bit wise of you, inviting in the irresistible man in your house so late at night. But you were tired. You were lonely. And you couldn't let him leave you with so many questions starting up a storm inside you, you never knew when he would come back again now that he stopped his ghosting.

You were determined to hold on to him as long as you were allowed.

So here you two were, cozying by the warm fire and sipping on the delicious drink he had bought so generously, declining one for himself though.

Apparently, he had gone overseas, his brother being the boss now, he hadn't been able to say no. You felt stupid for worrying so much, and also a bit apprehensive because he could've at least let your assistant know, who simply doesn't want to admit he is an actual client here!

"I'm sorry." he tell you, reading your mind easily through your eyes, "I should've let you know. It all just happened so fast. Coming back to you was very, hard," he clears his throat, taking your glass and filling it up for the second time.

You ask him how his health was, and he smiles brightly only to say it wasn't that well either.

"Are your traumas coming back?" you ask, clearly concerned. Not realizing you had leaned in too close to him in your worry.

He looks into your eyes and smiles yet again, the smile not really reaching his eyes. 

"You look really beautiful without your spectacles," he whispers instead, causing you to jerk back, the compliment hitting you hard right in the heartstrings. 

He stands up again now and wanders towards your turntable, and you can't help but notice how he always tiptoes over the important questions. How ambiguously he expresses his emotions.

It frustrates you a bit about how you don't know even one-fourth of his feelings. Except for his flirty smile and chivalrous moves that just seem to be a part of his personality. And so, because he never lets you on anything personal about him, you can tell he is just here to chase away his loneliness, too. And that you are just his doctor. 

Not someone important enough to convey his feelings into. 

You dump your glass of champagne at one go, letting the sweet burn numb the clench of your chest and pour another round for yourself. 

You don't hear as he admonishes you, asking you to slow down. 

"It's okay. I don't have work tomorrow anyways, so," you down another glass as you glance sideways at him, to catching him shaking his head. 

Slow music fills the room as he sets one of your vinyl records over the turntable. The sweet voice of Eric Benét fills the room. 

"I love this song so much," you say, a little tipsy, and the tunes of 'Still With You' match with the beats of your heart. You shake your head from side to side to the beats, smiling when Baekhyun grabs your hand and pulls you up, flush against his body. 

"Dance with me," he whispers hoarsely, putting both your hands around his neck and putting his own a little lower from where your waist is, over the curves of your hips. 

His hand feels light over the fabric of your flimsy nightdress, somehow revealed when the robe’s knot had come loose. Your nipples strain against your slip in reaction to his proximity. You should feel embarrassed, but the heady feeling of his hand rubbing circles over the small of your exposed back blur that twinge out completely. You couldn't feel his temperature for some reason, but you felt yourself getting a different kind of warm as you dare to look up and into his eyes. Maybe it was the champagne, or him, but everything felt so shiny, glowing. The most beautiful being him.

He presses his forehead against yours, and you both breathe out slowly as you move to the beautiful keys of the piano. Swaying in the same place, the warmth from the fireplace warming your flushed bodies more and more. 

Not once he lets go of his eye contact, his nose rubbing against yours every now and then. His ragged exhale lets your slightly drunk mind know that he was feeling as affected by this little dance as you were. The feelings that echoed in his eyes, the adoration, and tightening of his hands over your hips like he was afraid you'd slip away from his hands, made your eyes tear up. And you felt -you physically felt- your heart becoming this man's, this man you knew so little about. 

"Baekhyun sshi.." you whisper when the song ends.

"Baekhyun, please. Always Baekhyun for you, my love," he says, his eyes closing as he leans in for your lips. 

You do nothing to stop him. 

You didn't know where your nightdress had slipped away, and or when your panties were replaced with his wet mouth, making your cavern turn wetter. 

You gasped shakily, your hands grasping the headboard railing of your bed tightly as he slips in his fingers inside you, your head a little dizzy from the reckless champagne intake, but not enough to not feel what he was making you feel. 

"My love, my love, my love..." he moans somewhere from between your legs, his naked shoulders flexing, his head bobbing up and down as his mouth eats you out. 

You don't know when you end up being taken from behind, all you could feel was his delicious length rub your walls as no one else had ever done.

"Baekhyun..... Baekhyun...... Baekhyun," you chant in gasps, in between shallow inhales of dear breaths. 

The turntable downstairs plays the passionate verses of Whitney Houston's of "I Have Nothing" as you get fucked equally passionately by this man you had fallen in love with. 

He pulls you up by your neck, propping you over his organ and pressing you against his sweaty chest as he licks up the sweat of your neck hungrily. You were not praying, yet as you both knelt, it felt like it, his fingers wound through one of your hands and holding it over your heart, the other hand reaching down to rub sweet, torturous circles over your swollen wet nub.

"….Even if I want you so much it drives me crazy." his lips caress the words in your ear, making your spinning body and mind momentarily focus for a bit,

 "Even if I want and call for you all night long.... you ghost," he says, breathing heavily, pounding into you one more time that undoes your whole body and sends you into the shivering mess of a mind-numbing orgasm. 

The next morning or evening-you couldn't tell- the throbbing veins around your temples shake you awake. You moan, feeling quite disoriented as you turn from your side, your naked arm falling over the cold side of your bed instead of the body of a warm, alive man- the man who had made love to you so incredibly last night.  "Baekhyun?" you whisper, your voice hoarse and laced with a tiny tremor as your heart starting to realize that he hadn't stayed over.  Maybe he just left before I woke up, you think to yourself as you sit up slowly, your head giving a spin and making you realize that you had too many drinks the previous night.  Or maybe he was never... here. Another sinister thought slams into you like a whisper, realization hitting you as your eyes scan for any traces of him being in your room, your sheets devoid of any of the milky white trace of the love-making you remembered too well last night. You were too sure he hadn't used a condom.  No, that's impossible. He was here! you retort back to the sinister thought as you jump out from the covers, naked and quite sore. You rush to your bathroom, and when you stand in front of the mirror, there they were. Love bites. The marks Baekhyun had made over your thighs. Red and biting, small but so beautiful.  Your fingers slowly trace each one, feeling relieved by the second that you had not dreamt of such an incredible night. That it had happened.  And tracing those suckling marks also made you remember how good you felt when he was making them on you.  "Oh Baekhyun," you whisper, tearing up a little, and wishing he had stayed back for at least one cuddle session.  Why did he leave? Why didn't he at least leave a short message for you? Will he never come back?  Will he ghost you again? Will you not see him for another three weeks?  The thought became heavier and unbearable as your mind kept thinking about them, regurgitating the obvious. Soon you dressed and climbed downstairs to find his contact number again.  You knew his full name. So you were bound to find his information somewhere on the internet. You didn't know if he had taken this as a one night stand. To you, it didn't feel like it, and when he had whispered those words in your ear again before he made you come, you were sure it wasn't just a one-sided love affair.  Passing by the living room, you notice the champagne. But there was no glass.  You frown and when you open your office room door, your frown becomes deeper.  "Minseok sshi? What- what are you doing here?" you ask, stepping into the room, your heart beating fast because it wasn't normal to find one of your patients, one of the unstable ones, sitting behind your desk and going through your work files on an off-duty day. Sipping a glass of champagne in broad daylight. "Ohh, you're finally awake!" Minseok says, a little too chirpily, "I'm sorry for letting myself in your house like this. But I had to meet you. I saw you in my dreams last night." Minseok's took one more sip and put the glass down, his eyes full of terrible dark circles, his hair messed up.  He looked like something.... something had broken in him.  You step towards your patient with wary steps, eyeing the mess he had made by throwing down all your books and record files all over the floor in the search of something.  "Minseok sshi, I'm sorry to ask you about this. But I need you to leave," you say calmly, one hand raised facing towards him.  "I can't leave now, doctor. Not when I have finally seen the face of the North Korean spy who stabs me to death every day in my sleep," Minseok laughs in a high pitch, maniacal voice, raising goosebumps all along your spine.  "Minseok sshi, I don't understand. Please you're not in the right state of mind now."  "Right state of mind?? Huh! My dreams got worse after you gave me those pills. And look at this," he raises the painting of a rectangle, painted in the colors that resembled the North Korean flag.  Red.  White. Blue.  Let's have these colors as the major pointer for how you are feeling each day, okay, Jongin? you had said.  You mentally curse at yourself, fear trickling into your veins. He smashes the champagne glass on the floor and sits up, his whole face red now, his beautiful cat eyes big  and bloodshot, "I should have known they had sent you for me. You are the North Korean Spy assigned to kill me. I should've known it was you, whore," he spits on the painting, his hands becoming fists as he crumped the paper in a ruined ball.  "Minseok sshi, you are having an episode right now. Please remain calm, please I am not your enemy. I am your doctor. I am your doctor," your hands were shaking now, you should've grabbed your phone on the way. But you had to remain calm, because crumbling down would only result in both of you getting hurt. As if all the words spoken out of you hit an invisible barrier and never reached him, Kim Minseok roars like a dangerous animal, pushing everything and anything on your table, rushing towards you. And you couldn't do much but sprint for the telephone at your side.  Before you could speed dial Jihyo's number, his body knocks into yours, rendering you speechless and out of breath, his heavy body climbing onto yours, his knees sitting on top of yours in the classic "tackle your enemy to the ground" taught at the military training, what they didn't teach was how to choke your opponent to death. "No more you. No more dreams," he wheezes hoarsely, wrapping his steels arms around your throat.  Being a small woman, you could only do so much but claw at his hands as he squeezed the life out of you, your windpipe almost about to crush from the pressure.  You could feel your eyes starting to burn, your mouth going dry, your nose blocking up as the life went out of you little by little. Soon the strength from your hands became feeble too, your vision becoming blur with tears, your oxygen-deprived brain slowly starting to die.  Minseok pulls you by your neck and slams your head against the wooden floor. The last thing you hear before you lose your consciousness was running footsteps. The silhouette looked familiar. That same coat and yellow shirt you'd seen so many times. It was Byun Baekhyun, a bat in his hand, poised up and about to hit.  It was Baekhyun, and he was here to save you. Save me, Baekhyun.....

You wake up with a jolt, scrambling upright with your hands around your neck, gasping for air as if you were just drowning. No hands were pressing against them; although they were very sore.  "Sshhh it's okay. I'm here. I'm here," you hear a familiar voice whisper beside you and your head turns, body frightened and still alert, only to see that it was Baekhyun. Baekhyun in his comfortable turtle-neck and unstyled, boyish hair. Baekhyun with a worried look in his eyes. Baekhyun who was your patient but you didn't care anymore because you loved him.  A sob leaves your chest as he arms wrap around you, pulling you into his strong and warm chest, pulling you into his delicious scent that soon calms down your frayed nerves.  "It's gonna be okay. You are okay now my love. I'm here for you," he keeps repeating it like a mantra, kissing the crown of your soft hair as he rocked you like someone rocking a baby who had to awaken from a bad, bad dream.  "What happened to him? Tell me the police have detained him before he hurts someone else..." you ask tensely, frightened that if Minseok was still out there, someone else too would be getting harmed as you did.  "Yeah.. yeah. They-they got him. He is..uhh- they took him to criminally-insane mental hospital. Don't worry, he is not going to hurt anyone ever again." You look up from his chest now, "I would've been dead Baekhyun. If you hadn't come on time, he would've killed me. You saved my life," you say, your voice breaking at the end.  Now it was Baekhyun's eyes which watered with tears, he pulls you in his arms once again as the tears fall painfully from his eyes, "I'm sorry, baby girl. I should've come sooner. I should've never left you alone. Why did I leave you alone?" he starts to cry hard now, baffling you into stopping yours.  "Baekhyun... what are you saying.." There was so much pain in his cries. You kiss his temple as he now weeps into your chest, saying sorry again and again, even after you said it wasn't his fault.  Baekhyun stays with you for the next week, not moving from your side even for a second. He takes care of everything too. He says he called Jihyo to cancel all your appointments and to not come by, even though you wanted to see Jihyo and feel her comforting presence. Baekhyun removes all the mirrors in the house too, strangely, he says that the bruises around your neck were only healing now, and looking at them would only incite the trauma so it was better off not seeing them. You agree wholeheartedly, like everything else he was asking you to do. He stops you from going into your office, as that would simply also be traumatic to you. That somehow felt stranger than removing the mirrors. Even when you told him many times that the place needed cleaning up and re-organizing, he said he had taken care of it. 

He was taking care of everything.

You finally didn’t feel lonely anymore.

"Promise me you won't go in there. I've fixed everything, so just be with me," he would whisper ardently, hugging you and rubbing your back multiple times until you forget to give a damn.

Having Baekhyun made all your loneliness vanish into dust, he was such a warm soul to have around. His presence seemed more solid to you somehow, or you felt lighter, just like he used to feel. He'd cook while singing, would go to the bathroom while singing and while dancing with you he would also sing. But it was always the same song. You were convinced you had heard it somewhere often, but couldn't quite put a finger on it.

It was the night before the weekend ended, and it was raining heavily outside. Baekhyun was playing his jazz playlist again, his hair wet and messy around his forehead, his mouth iterating with the many stories he never seemed to run out of, and it was so romantic, so warm, so happy and giddy- you felt like you would explode. More than that, you felt like you would die if you didn't lick the pasta sauce off his lips right then.

"Isn't it tasty? My friend Kyungsoo had taught me this recipe," he said with a mouth full of meatballs and pasta, still pretty clueless about the slight sauce over his top lip that had missed his tongue when he had licked up his lips, and that was begging for your attention. 

You smiled and nodded your head in agreement, putting your index finger forward and quickly swiping the sauce and putting it in your mouth, "Very delicious," you said after sucking on it a little too loud, catching how Baekhyun's eyes glossed over at your little act. 

He dropped his fork and lifted that finger that you'd just licked, and keeping his eyes on yours, sucked your saliva off it.

Abandoning your plates of pasta, you both move like opposite magnets placed at close proximity, and devour each other's mouths, tongues rubbing together as you rip off the clothes from each other's body.

The days Baekhyun had spent, not once had he kissed you or sensually touched you. Yes, you both had cuddled, maybe even spooned, but nothing more than that. 

Now you were sitting on top of Baekhyun's straining hard-on at the dining table, grinding your clothed pussy over it as your mouths clashed over who should be the more dominant kisser.

Baekhyun grunted and stood up suddenly, pinning you against the wall nearby, your legs wrapped tightly around his waist giving you the leverage you needed to keep grinding against his length, until he stopped you- removing one of his strong hands to bring out his cock and line it against your hole. You whimpered as he rubbed his tip, gathering all your juice from the clit to the vagina before slipping in smoothly. 

You both gasp at the penetration, his gasps ragged as your snug hole feels so good around him, your gasps shaky as his width stretches you all too well, and before Baekhyun starts his mind-blowing thrusts, he whispered, "I will cum in you as much as I want tonight. And I'll make you cum so many times that you will forget your name, and remember only mine. Mine," he growls possessively, his pupils strangely black and so dark. Your walls squeeze themselves around him hard, anticipating the many little deaths he just promised with insane greed and lust.

And of course- Love.

In the morning, Baekhyun is still sleeping when you wake up. Your mind feels satisfied seeing him beside you, your bed not empty and cold like that first time, but warm and smelling of him.  Your eyes trace his features, his hands outstretched over his head, his brown hair messy and covering his forehead, his lips pinker than you could remember them being.  You were reminded of all the things those lips did to you last night and you blushed unconsciously. Your body shivered from remembering the times he made you come and you let out a shaky breath. Last night was gonna be hard to top off.  Despite your wish to snuggle inside his chest and entangle your naked legs with his in this brilliant morning and sleep some more, you were starving. So you decide to go downstairs and for the first time, make breakfast for him and you both. As you come downstairs alone, it feels as if, as if a cloud lifts from over your head. You slow down your pace as you think how you have not talked with your sister for days, how Jihyo had not visited you at all, and now you never hear your phone that would ring so many times a day, ring even once.  You entirely forget about breakfast, moving like a magnet towards the room you have avoided for over a week. You twist it open, and soon a raunchy smell hits your nose too hard.  You don't dare to turn on the lights in the hopes of making any sound that would wake Baekhyun up. He would be furious if he found you here. You didn't want to make him upset. You groan as you make yourself move forward still, your hands outstretched in the darkness, the only destination being your phone that sat near your coffee table. Every breath you inhaled hurt your insides cause of the god-awful smell.  Whatever had died in here? Thankfully your telephone was okay as your hands bought them to your lap. You pressed on to listen to the voicemails, the first one being from Jihyo. "Hey, this is so unlike of you to not receive your calls. I rang the bell so many times. But when you didn't open I assumed you had gone somewhere. Please call me as soon as you get this."  "Doctor, I canceled all your appointments after hearing the news. I hope you are okay. I understand that you would want time off when one of your patients die like that. It's so unfortunate that Minseok sshi killed himself. But you have to know it wasn’t your fault."  Minseok is dead?? your hands start shaking as the voicemails keep pouring in.  "Hey, love. It's been days. Please at least let me know if you are alright. I am so worried about you. Maybe this will interest you enough and stop you from ghosting me like this, but I wanted to tell you something about Mr. Byun Baekhyun. I really really think you got his name wrong..." I could've never gotten his name wrong... ...because the man's records show he is dead."  Impossible. "He is been dead for five years. He was an alcoholic, most probably after his wife had died very suddenly. He overdosed on sleeping pills and drowned himself in the bathtub of his own house."  You stand up, the telephone falling on the floor as your legs shake. You are unable to breathe.  "The most creepy part is, he was the previous owner of the house you're living in now. Jesus. I know right. Seriously crazy. Were you seeing his ghost all these days or something?" Jihyo's muffled voice chuckles, her tone light-hearted and joking. Joking... "What are you doing here?" a voice speaks from behind you.  You whip around, scared shitless as Baekhyun's familiar form slips inside the door smoothly, almost gliding. But instead of walking towards you, he stands there, motionless. 

"I-I was just checking my messages-" you try to speak. But right then, Sana's loud voice cuts through the room.

"Unnie! Why aren't you picking up your phone? Are you all alright? Please I need you to come home right now. Aunt Yuri is in the hospital. They are saying it’s a heart attack. Unnie… unnie. I’m so scared. Please call me." her panicked tone becomes a small voice as she cries helplessly, seeping in some ounce of bravery in you.

"Baekhyun, I have to go, I have to go to my sister right now," you whisper urgently as you try to move out of the godforsaken room, your wobbly legs gaining some strength as you avoid Baekhyun’s fathomless eyes, the deadness in them causing you to question everything that is happening around you.

Questioning reality.

Questioning his existence.

“You can’t go,” he whispers, his voice not of the sinister, cold kind as you were feeling.

You stop in your tracks as you hear the words. You stop in your tracks as he moves towards you, one step at a time. He doesn’t feel solid anymore. He feels like a part of a nightmare now.

“But… my sister needs me,” you plead brokenly, the room and his presence suddenly suffocating you.

He is standing in front of your shaking form as your eyes let go of the first teardrop since you had come in here. The unbearable stench had grown stronger, wafting towards you like you were standing too close to the source. He shakes his head, his eyes now red and watery around the edges, his face pale and devoid of any color. “You can’t leave,” he says this time, a different kind of heaviness in his words. “You can’t leave me. You can’t,” he repeats, his hands clasped and his shoulders slumped in some sort of defeat. “Why not?” you step away from him as he walks closer to you, his hands reaching out towards your face. “No!” you slap his hand away, hurt registering in his eyes immediately, “What the fuck does that mean?! You have to give me answers Baekhyun! Right now! That call from Sana was four days ago! I could’ve been there for her right away if you had let me come in here! And Jihyo! She- she says that Minseok is dead! She is saying that you are dead! Fuck, what- what does that even mean? And now you’re saying that you can’t let me go? For fuck’s sake, tell me why? Why can’t I leave? WHY?” you scream, tears pouring down your face as you look at Baekhyun’s shaking shoulder, unknowingly stepping further back from him in frenzy and to get rid of the smell that you were convinced was coming from him.

“Answer me Baekhyun!!!” you cry. Taking one more step back, your feet suddenly hits an object on the ground and you stumble, falling backwards, catching yourself from falling too hard as you land on your hands.

The small light from the curtains shines through, and your eyes adjust over the object that had made you trip.

At that moment, all air abandons your lungs, a thin shrill starts ringing in your ears as you see your own eyes staring back at you, glossy and unseeing, your face blue and bloated, a streak of dried blood running from your mouth towards your neck carrying the dark, angry handprints that had crushed your windpipe.

The smell wasn't coming from Baekhyun. It was from your body, your dead, rotting body lying limp and unmoving on the cold ground. 

“No no no no no no no-" you scramble away from it, your shaking hands pressing against your mouth as you stifle your gasping cries in them.

Baekhyun presence surrounds you suddenly, his arms wrapping around you and pressing your head against his chest. “This is why I didn’t want you to come in here. I’ve been such a bad husband, I failed to protect you the second time too,” Baekhyun says, his eyes dead and numb, his face expressionless and morose, his thin fingers quietly combing in your hair in robotic motions as you hiccup and sob, unable to look away from your dead body. “When you first moved in, I could feel your soul, Yoojung, I knew that you had come back to me. And I had to come to you, to let you know that I was here, that I was stuck here waiting for you,” he iterates, his voice husky and soft as if he was speaking to a frightened child.

“Yoojung?”

“But you didn’t remember me. You didn’t even remember our song. The song you had written for me. The song that you had written the night you had jumped off the bridge, the night you had killed yourself,” Baekhyun keeps on talking, letting sobs break from his dead chest now.

"I had memorised it you see, I had memorised it and repeated it until the moment the water filled up my lungs in the bathtub," he says, smelling your hair deeply.

“Why did you leave me, Yoojung? Why did you leave me? Why did you leave me, hm?” his repeats in a sing-song voice, rocking your body in his arms as he cries. The hand in your hair grips back roughly as he pulls your face to look at him. “Look at me. These eyes, the soul inside of you.. yes, it is you. Because nobody has ever looked at me the way you do. When that man came to kill you, I could’ve saved you. I wanted to save you. But I didn’t...”

You gasp as the horror deepens, tears streaming down your face endlessly.

“Now that I think of it, in the end, I think it was… it was for the best. Because now you won’t be able to leave me even if you wanted to. This house doesn’t let you leave. It doesn’t let you leave even if you try. I tried to leave, I tried to join you too, it was so hard when even after taking my life I couldn't be with you. But that's okay now. Everything will be okay now,” he says, his hollow eyes that were big and round, finally clearing the dead numbness into a mix of insanity and love.

He brushes the hair away from your tear stained face and kisses your cheeks. “Yes, my love. Do you remember me now? Do you remember us? Do you remember how much I loved you even though I was always so far away? I will never leave your side now, Yoojung. We will stay here, in this house that you had built for us, and decorated with your beautiful paintings.”

“You and I will be together forever.”

A helpless sob builds up from your chest as his words hit you, a soul-crushing cry leaving your lips that the dead man’s ghost mistakes as a cry of happiness. His hollow, crazy eyes smile through his own tears, wrapping his arms around you tightly as you cry and cry and cry.

You cry because you were not his wife. You cry because you were not Yoojung. You were not Yoojung.

 THE END

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A Sweet Hurt

Genre: Baekhyun AU, EXO AU, Fluff

Characters: Baekhyun x Reader

Warnings: None

Word Count: 2k

Summary: You belatedly tell your boyfriend, Baekyun, who is away doing his military service, that you broke your leg while falling down the stairs and he insists on taking care of you over his military break. 

A/N: Another Baek request! Thank you to the Anon who requested this adorable scenario! And I am so sorry to hear that you broke your leg. ❤️ I hope this brightens your day just a little bit!☀️

~*~

“Wait, so tell me again how it happened?”, your friend Eun demanded.

It felt like you’d re-lived this story over and over, again and again, in the past few days. It had been an average day at work and your boss had asked you to bring a box of materials down to the accounting department. You’d grabbed the box of materials from the closet and started the trek down the hall to the stairs.

If only the box hadn’t been so heavy, or so large, then maybe it wouldn’t have blocked your view…then you might have seen the “wet floor” sign before you descended down the stairs. It had taken only a second before you’d found yourself sprawled on the landing to the third floor, leg throbbing in pain, unable to move from shock. 

“...and then my co-worker, Jaehyun, carried me to his car and drove me to the hospital, where I got THIS,” you finished, gesturing fluidly like a game show hostess to the bulky, white cast engulfing a good portion of your leg. 

“Very sexy,” Eun chuckled, before turning serious. “Hey, I’m sorry this happened to you…if you need anything, just yell and I’ll be there.” 

“Thanks, Eun. The doctor said it’s been enough time that I can bear some weight on it, but I’ll still probably take you up on that offer at some point. With me living on my own, I’m sure there’ll be a lightbulb that needs changing, groceries that need to be carried….maybe a leg that needs shaving,” you returned, half-joking, half-serious. 

“Speaking of living alone–have you told Baekhyun about any of this–it’s been a while since this happened, right?” Eun skillfully directed the conversation to a place you’d been striving to avoid. 

“Nope–don’t give me that look, Eun–you know how he is with stuff like this.” He worried way, way too much.  You smiled, remembering the time he’d insisted you call in sick to work because you’d been stung by a bee and he hadn’t wanted you to “overexert yourself”. He’d also maintained the need for copious amounts of cuddling all day under the guise of “needing to take care of his baby”. 

Most importantly, you didn’t want him to worry. Your boyfriend was away completing his compulsory military service, so you weren’t able to see him that often. You kept in constant contact via phone, well, as much as you could, with Baekhyun’s busy military schedule. He sent you little things from time to time–chocolates, flowers, food deliveries–so that he knew you were well-taken care of in his absence. 

Time was running out, though. Baekhyun was due for a military leave very soon and you knew you’d have to tell him before he came home to find you hobbling around on crutches with no explanation. 

“You better do it soon, that’s all I’m saying,” Eun advised, taking a sip from her coffee cup. 

You nodded in agreement. Tonight. You promised yourself you’d do it tonight. 

~*~

It was nighttime now, you were settled on the couch, your leg elevated per the doctor’s orders, nervously counting down the minutes until your nightly phone call with Baekhyun. Usually, you were bouncing off the walls with excitement, giddy to tell him all about your day, about how much you missed him. However, today you were apprehensive, knowing he’d be worried and probably angry–or worse–hurt that you didn’t tell him about something so important. 

As soon as the clock read 7:00 PM, your phone rang, Baekhyun’s name flashing on the screen. 

“Hello, love,” you answered as cheerfully as you could. 

“Hey, baby. How’s my sweet girl doing today?” As smooth a talker as ever. Baekhyun’s words were warm, practically dripping with honey. 

“Oh, fine, I guess–” 

“Something the matter?” he interjected. The man was a little too perceptive for his own good. 

“No, no, no, no, everything’s totally fine,” you lied through your teeth. 

“Okay–”

“So, when are you coming home?” you interjected before he could ask more questions. “I know your break is coming up soon.” Chicken. You’re a chicken. 

“Soon,” he replied simply. 

Since when was Baekhyun so vague? He was generally over-communicative about his breaks–when they were, for how long, etc. – so you could plan out what you wanted to do during that precious, precious time. 

“What do you mean ‘soon’? When is ‘soon’?” you tried to clarify. 

“Just soon” was his only response. You could hear him huffing and puffing, as though he was exerting himself, along with the pitter patter of steps echoing in an open space. 

“Are you going up stairs?” you wondered aloud.

“What? No–I’m not going up stairs–why would I be doing that?”, his voice higher-pitched this time–which often happened when he tried to lie. 

“Seriously, Baek, where are–” you cut off at the sound of the door. Turning your head, you were greeted with the sight of your boyfriend walking to stand in front of you, carrying the largest bouquet of roses you’d ever seen. 

“Surprise, baby!” Baekhyun smiled and held out the roses to you in a dramatic gesture, still breathing slightly heavily from his trek up the stairs. His eyes traveled over your body, taking you in like a thirsty man who’d just found water. When his gaze fell on your casted leg, his smile slowly disappeared, his eyes grew wide, and he grew oh so still. 

“Babe, what happened to your leg?” Baekhyun questioned, his voice unusually soft. He set the flowers down on the table, moving to run his fingers gently down the plastered material. 

“Baek–I was going to tell you–tonight, actually–but then you–,” you rushed to explain. “I didn’t want you to worry….please don’t be mad,” you said, feeling guilty. You waited with bated breath for his response. 

He gingerly slid onto the couch next to you, burrowing his face in your neck, arms encircling your middle. 

“Love, I’m not mad, okay? I’m just worried. My sweet baby’s broken and I didn’t know about it–and I couldn’t even be here to take care of you.” He placed a delicate kiss on your neck.

You told him all about the accident, assuring him you weren’t in any pain. He pouted when he heard about your struggles to get around, declaring himself “at your service” for the duration of his time home.

The next day, you woke up keenly aware of your boyfriend’s presence. Closing your eyes, you gently rubbed his back in small circles, basking in the feeling of having him in your arms again. Placing a kiss against his chest, you nuzzled him with your cheek, calmed by the steady beat of his heart. 

Slowly coming awake, he hummed softly in his throat, a lazy smile gracing his perfect features. 

“Good morning, love. What should we do today?” he wondered aloud. “I am at your disposal today.” He brushed your hair from your eyes, moving to cover your mouth with his own.

Sighing with contentment, you mentioned needing some things from the store. Like an eager puppy, Baekhyun left to do your bidding, returning an hour later with the groceries and a bakery box full of delicious treats from Paris Baguette. 

“Ahhh”, Baekhyun coaxed, holding up your favorite strawberry mochi doughnut for you to take  a bite. Taking the bait, you sank your teeth into the soft pastry, the taste of fresh strawberries hitting you like a fresh wind. 

“Mmmmm”, you hummed your approval as you chewed. “A girl could get used to this.” 

“Get used to what? Staying in bed all day? Delicious doughnuts? A devilishly handsome boyfriend?” Baekhyun teased you with an ease that you’d missed in his absence. 

“All of the above,” you affirmed, stretching like a cat to relieve the tension in your shoulders. 

~*~

Over the next week, Baekhyun was true to his word, practically waiting on you hand and foot. Well, as much as you would let him, that is. He *attempted* to cook you food, helped you to the bathroom, plastic-wrapped your cast before a shower, and brushed your hair when you were done. “Helping his baby”, he’d said, beaming with pride. 

With Baekhyun’s leave coming to a close, you grew sad at the thought of not having him around everyday. Waking up in his arms in the morning, hearing him sing to himself while attempting to fry an egg, even the way he smacked his lips when he ate, you’d miss them all. On the morning of his departure, it was your turn to be clingy–finding any and every opportunity to touch him–a hug from behind, lacing his fingers through yours, sweet eskimo kisses. 

With his bag packed, Baekyun stood in the living room, taking in the space one last time before his departure. From your vantage point on the couch, you could see him fidgeting with his hands, almost looking nervous. Perhaps he was nervous about leaving you alone to fend for yourself. 

Coming to stand before you, Baekhyun cleared his throat. 

“Baby, this week has been so wonderful. Taking care of you this week has really made me think about how important you are in my life. I know I have to leave, but it doesn’t feel right leaving you alone to fend for yourself.”

“Baek–”, you started to interject. 

“No, love, it’s my job as your boyfriend to take care of you–which is why I’ve talked to my mother–she wants you to move in with her and my dad for a while while you recover.”

“But–” 

“No ‘buts’, love. I want you to have the support you need to heal. It’ll be great–you’ll get fed–you know my mom’s a great cook–and she’ll help you get around. Though she is a *bit* miffed that you didn’t mention this to her prior to this.” He gave you a pointed look with that last sentence. 

“Baekhyun, that sounds lovely–but it’s not appropriate for their son’s girlfriend to be staying in their home.”

“I know, I know, it wouldn’t be appropriate for my girlfriend to be staying there, but my fiancée staying there would be an entirely different matter.”

You froze as his words, lips suddenly immobile as his words soaked in. Baekhyun fiddled with something in his pocket, pulling out a black, velvet box. Getting down on one knee, he opened the box to reveal the most gorgeous ring you’d ever seen. Heart in his eyes, he stared up at you.

“Baby, I love you so much–and I want to be your support, your protector, and your lover for the rest of my life. Marry me?”

Moving as fast as your casted leg would let you, you inelegantly threw your arms around his neck. Baekhyun steadied you, pulling you close in an intimate embrace.

“So, I’m assuming that’s a ‘yes’?”, he said, chuckling at your enthusiasm. 

“Yes! A hundred times, yes!” You took his face between your hands, pulling it forward to smash your lips to his. After you both came up for air, Baekhyun slid the stunning, halo-cut ring on your finger. His hand lingered, enjoying the feel of his ring in its rightful place.

Baekhyun’s phone buzzed, indicating his ride back to base was here. You pulled him in for one more hug, memorizing his scent, hoping it would last until the next time he came home. He grabbed his bag and started towards the door, looking back to keep you in his gaze as long as possible. 

“Goodbye, wife.” He grinned, clearly liking your new title. 

“Goodbye, husband.” You returned his smile, heart fluttering. “What a week–doughnuts AND a proposal…and a fiancée who’s leaving me.” You jutted your lower lip out into a dramatic pout.

“My poor baby”, Baekhyun cooed, striding back to pull you in for one last hug. “Wait just a little longer, my love, then I’ll be at your service for life.” 

~*~

Hello! Thank you for reading A Sweet Hurt! If you liked what you read, please consider liking, commenting and/or re-blogging so this content is easier for others to find. My requests are OPEN, so feel free to submit an ask if you have an idea! 😊

*Please note: I consulted https://www.nhs.uk/conditions/broken-leg/ for information about in order to write this story, as I am not a medical professional, nor am I knowledgeable about the treatment of broken legs. If you are in such a situation, please seek appropriate medical attention.*

XOXO, Emmy

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obsession | chapter 5 

pairing: reader x baekhyun

word count: 10k

genre: yandere au | this is heavily inspired by the show 'you'

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warnings for this chapter: mention of murder, mental illness(s), mention of death(s), implied violence, manipulation, mature language, smut, violence, obsessiveness, agression

do not read if: you are triggered by any of the warnings i listed prior. this fic will contain this theme throughout the chapters. if you are not comfortable with that; please skip this post. please remember this is a work of fiction.

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monster - baekhyun pov

where is my mind - y/n pov

all eyes on me - y/n pov

s&m - both

earned it - both

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Baekhyun's POV

There was only one thing that Baekhyun could think about while he watched the body bag being lifted from the ground and outside the door; and to put it simply, you. 

There was almost something completely different about you, the way you pushed a strand of hair behind your ear as you spoke to your higher up, putting on a little show filled with waterfalls of tears and a quivering cupid's bow. He didn't leave his place off the sofa, a paramedic slowly examining him and asking him questions every now and then. They handed him an ice pack for now, later on they'll do a better investigation of his wounds. 

But in all honesty, Baekhyun was fine. He was actually thriving, he had never felt this good in his entire life. Because in just a few steps ahead of him in the dingy apartment that once held three bodies instead of a dozen, the love of his life was lying for him. Doing his dirty work for him, without even having to find out who he really was; what he was capable of doing for...you. 

There was a falter in the feelings however, maybe he wanted you to know. And maybe you would come to accept him, regardless of how devout he was for you. You'd like his worship for you, the way he'd bend and bow down to your every single need. But there was the crashing impending anxiety that there was the slim, chance that you wouldn't want him anymore. And Baekhyun could never have that. 

So he ignores the medical attention as he watches you pace back towards him, Sehun trailing right behind her. He gives him a curt nod, but just as quickly as he greeted him, he diverted his attention to his phone. Baekhyun bites back the chuckle that's trying to crawl out from his throat, the passing thought of using his friend's name at the front desk... He wondered what kind of trouble he got in for that. 

But here you are, smiling down at him, concern painted all over your features. You crouch, your knees hitting the wooden floors, and Baekhyun has to calm his heart from skipping too fast. You brush your fingers along his bloodied forehead, and for a quick moment, it feels like just the two of you there. And how he longed... for that. Of course, the sweet moment of you killing the woman was short lived, as he had to calm you down and convince you of the plan you'd have to go with. 

Which was quite impressive, Baekhyun applauded himself. Especially since his horniness mixed with comforting you was kind of weird, it was too hard to think of anything when you were holding a bloody knife you had just plummeted into someone's chest. He couldn't decide if he wanted to fuck you right then and there or kiss your tears away. 

Of course, he went with the latter. 

He convinced you to speak with your boss, Junmyeon. Tell him that you received a distress call from Jihyo, to whom you kept in close contact since you both, lost someone very dear to you. You mended the relationship and kept tabs on one another, her depending more on you than her, considering you were the cop. So you hurried over, and to your shock, you opened the door and found her dead, sadly. So sad. 

Baekhyun cleared his throat, attempting to settle down the rising excitement that was building inside of him. He readjusted his gaze into your eyes again, and you gave him a sweet, adorning smile. He loved that look you gave, something that made him feel safe, and vulnerable with you. He didn't want anyone else but you, and tonight convinced him of that. He was sure of what he had to do, and he couldn't help but hum a short tune to himself, listening to what you were saying. 

"I think we should get back home. But before I come over, I'm going to stop by the station-" 

Baekhyun stilled, a piercing feeling stabbing through his heart. He dared to lick his lips, looking past you now, staring directly at Junmyeon. He spoke, not once stopping from staring at your boss. 

"Now why would you need to do that?" 

You faltered for a second, but you recouped and straightened your posture. 

"I- They need me to file a report of what happened. Because I found the body." 

Baekhyun flickered back to you, cocking his head to the side, his tongue poking the inside of his cheek. He could still taste the metallic, dull taste of blood. 

"Honey, we all know you could do that tomorrow. You're tired, aren't you? Let me talk to your boss for you." 

Before you could let out a single word, Baekhyun tossed the ice pack on the couch cushion, standing up. He rolled the sleeves of his hoodie past his forearms, approaching the man who was commanding you, to do something you didn't even want to do. He could already imagine the things he would do to this man, the way he'd strangle and watch him fight for his means of survival-

"Baekhyun. Good to see you." 

Baekhyun snapped out of his intrusive thoughts, pulling out a face that displayed orderliness and discomfort. 

"Jun, right? I wouldn't say it's good to see you under these circumstances." He laughed it off, but as he watched Junmyeon turn to face him completely now, he could feel a strange aura he's never known before. 

Junmyeon's facial features seem to glitch out, one moment not changing, the other moment his eyes are scrunched into crescent moons, his lips peeling to form a smile. He pats Baekhyun's shoulder, and the man almost stumbles to the side from the sheer amount of force that was put into the 'friendly' gesture. 

"What the hell, sure. You can call me Jun. Chanyeol... you guys are friends right-" 

"I was just honestly hoping you'd let Y/N take the night off. I don't think she would particularly be jumping in excitement to tell her testimony of another suicide that's been etched into her life. Be a little... I don't know," Baekhyun brings his hand up to grip Junmyeon's arm, squeezing, tighter, and tighter... "Be a useful person? A good boss?" 

The two don't say anything for a beat. Just the clutter of people around them getting photos and searching for anything to submit to the police station. Junmyeon doesn't peel away Baekhyun's grasp on him, and that actually made Baekhyun falter in his action. He despised the way this man didn't seem to be weary of him... the pure and disgusting fact that Junmyeon seemed to be radiating an energy he didn't know because...

Well, it reminded him of himself. 

The pure rage that was kept hidden from others, the mischievous and always racing mind. How silent he was even though he could be so loud to Baekhyun, his words alone were enough to fill the emptiness of Baekhyun's bitterness towards him, making him full; making him want to throw up. So he drops his hand, and Junmyeon watches his slender fingers drop from his arm, back to Baekhyun's side. He clicks his tongue, reaching into his pocket and pulling out a lighter. 

He takes a step towards Baekhyun, and before he could even react to it, Junmyeon brings his hand to grip the other's neck, pushing his head past Jun's shoulders. Baekhyun widens his eyes as he does nothing but stands still, waiting to see what his next move is. 

He hears the lighter being swung open and closed, once... twice... three times. A fourth time before he actually opens his mouth and speaks into Baekhyun's ear. 

"I don't fucking like you. I want you to stay away from Y/N." 

Baekhyun freezes, unsure of what to do. He was considerably... in a room filled with cops. There wasn't really anything he could do, so he had to submit to the harsh words the man in front of him whispered into his ear. He gritted his teeth together, his hand forming into a fist. Junmyeon speaks again before he released his grip on him. 

"I'm onto you." 

Baekhyun doesn't even dare to speak, his frame that was once confident was now just an empty shell of uneasiness. Junmyeon smiled at him, the small lines around his lips raising up, a fake facade that he displayed so well. He pushed past him, leaving Baekhyun to stand in place, not moving. He didn't quite know what he should plan to do; killing him seemed like the practical move. But then again, he'd be going against a friend of Chanyeol's. Your boss, who seemingly had a soft spot for you. If he was going to go through with it, he'd have to make sure he would do a good fucking job of cleaning the mess up. 

"Baekhyun?" He felt your soft, small hand reach his shoulder, rubbing circles into his skin. 

He sighed and closed his eyes, masking his anger with a plastic, superficial smirk. He turned around, resting his eyes on you. You looked distressed, and for a moment Baekhyun had forgotten about you, too absorbed in what just occurred to him just a couple seconds ago. But here you were again, back in his life, making his heart swell, his stomach twist and turn. He wouldn't forget about tonight, what you did for him. He places his hand over yours, bringing it towards his lips, kissing your bare skin and holding it against his cheek. You blushed. 

"Let's go home." He muttered out. 

You gave him a side smile, something like hesitation before you spoke. But you quickly covered it up by pushing your lips together in a tight line and nodding. 

"O-of course. I'll just tell Junmyeon that I'll go in tomorrow to report about tonight." 

He nodded, glad with your decision to stay with him tonight. So he walked with you as you approached the bitch of a man you called your boss, savoring the expression as he realized that you wouldn't be going in tonight. He scrunched up his eyebrows, shaking his head slightly as he let out a confused chuckle. 

"I know that I told you that you shouldn't come to work, Y/N, but this is important. Someone died tonight. You were the only person she came into contact with before she killed herself." 

You bit your lip, Baekhyun observed. He doesn't give it much of a reaction, moreso since Junmyeon was watching him like a hawk. He sides eyes you, watching as you gulp before opening your lips to speak once again. 

"I really need to rest. Maybe sleep this off. I promise I'll come in tomorrow. Just- don't pressure me into this. Please, Myeonnie." 

Baekhyun twitches as he hears the nickname you uttered from your lips. 

Junmyeon sighs as his eyes dart from you to him. He pauses and places his hands on his hips, not sure of what to say. After a couple of seconds and some shuffling of feet, he just nods grudgingly. He brings up his lighter that was encompassed within his palm, raising it to view the both of you. 

"Let me walk to your car. But promise me one thing." 

You looked at Baekhyun, an unsure smile creeping on your face. You looked back at your boss, unsure of what he meant. 

"And what's that?" You asked shakily. 

Junmyeon reached into his back pocket, and for a second Baekhyun's senses feared that he was going to pull a gun out, maybe. So he steps in front of you, and Junmyeon flashes him a weird stare. He shakes his head slightly as he continues to pull out something from his pocket. Baekhyun sighs in relief as he sees what it was. 

Junmyeon scoffed, "I didn't know you were so against smoking. I promise it won't hurt her," The man laughs a little, drifting the cigarette box in the air, "You can join in too." 

The ride in the elevator was probably the most awkward situation Baekhyun had been placed in for a while. Considering he's murdered multiple girlfriend's and had to lump their dead bodies in a ditch or... you know mutilate them. Those were pretty awkward. But this? Riding in a silent elevator with tension brewing between all three of them? It could take the cake. 

He doesn't miss the eyes of the receptionist glaring at his body, and he chooses to respond by very obviously holding your hand suddenly. You gave him a look, following his eyes towards the woman behind the desk, and he heard you giggle ever so slightly, tightening your hand with his and swinging it carelessly. That pretty much confirmed to Baekhyun that even though you murdered someone, you could still find happiness in small things like that. And that- well that was a good sign. The brightest green flag in his book. 

Junmyeon walked the both of you to his car, pulling a cigarette from the small white box with his teeth. He swiftly pulls out a light, and Baekhyun watches as the fire slowly lit up the small stick, a small puff of smoke being blown into the night. Junmyeon takes another long inhale before he offers it to you; to which you grab it in a heartbeat. 

He watches as you take a small tuff, then another. He's impressed by how much you could actually burn off that shit, but he doesn't want to mention it here. Not with Junmyeon around. So he looks the head of the police station in the eye, giving him a smug smile. There was no warmth rewarded by that, instead he was just met with a cold, disapproving look. 

"Y/N, how long have you been seeing our little friend here?" Junmyeon takes the cigarette that was dangling from your hand, tapping the end, letting the debris fall from the end of it. 

"Well-" 

Baekhyun doesn't let you respond, instead he interjects, reaching his hand to grab the stick from the other's hand. 

"We've been talking for a while now. Why, you her father or something?" 

He puffs his chest out, placing his left arm around your shoulder, pulling you into his chest. You don't say anything, which Baekhyun liked, and simply leaned into his touch. It felt nice to be with someone who wasn't so loud all the time; just accepted when Baekhyun would take the lead. 

Junmyeon watched Baekhyun as he took a long, needed, smoke. He sticks his tongue into the side of his cheek, looking back at his car and letting his body rest against it. He replies sarcastically, 

"A friend, actually. Who cares about her." 

Baekhyun coughs slightly, the jealousy rising in his chest, the neverending thoughts of how he wanted to kill this man overpouring into his mind. He takes another long drag before he notices he reached the butt of the cigarette, throwing it on the ground and crushing it beneath his shoe. He grinds it into the road, his eyebrow twitching as he licks his lips at Junmyeon. 

"Yeah? Well maybe you should act more like her boss. You know someone who doesn't have to inquire about their subordinates' love life? I ain't ever heard of a boss who was so persistent in knowing about it... unless?" He lets the question dangle in the air for a moment, watching Junmyeon cross his arms against his chest. 

You still don't say anything, but you suddenly gripped his inner thigh. Maybe that was a sign for him to stop, to not egg on your boss. But Baekhyun was on a roll now, and the more he connected the dots in his head, the more everything suddenly made sense to him. So he pushes your hand away, even though he really loved having it there, and took a few strides towards the man in question. 

Junmyeon doesn't change his expression, doesn't even seem nervous or anxious. Which made Baekhyun seethe with anger even more. He eyes Baekhyun up and down, not giving Baekhyun anything to work with; usually men would at least acknowledge the violent nature of his words and withdraw from the situation. But him? Nothing. 

"And what would that be, Byun Baekhyun?" 

He freezes. 

God, did he want to slam this guy's face into the car window, watching his blood smear against the glass. Maybe he would give him a couple of hard earned kicks to his legs, making him crumble to the ground. He'd grab him by his hair, savoring the image of blood dripping on his face. All he wanted to do was to fucking kill-

"Baekhyun. Let's go." 

Ah yes. The voice of reasoning. The reason why he lived. Right. He couldn't do anything suspicious in front of you. He'd be playing right into Junmyeon's hands. He turns back to face you. You looked beautiful; the blood still staining your face, your eyes that had no competition to the stars in the sky, glimmered at him. 

You reach your hand out towards him, and he gingerly takes it. He doesn't bother looking back at the man behind him, just looks at your face and takes in the beauty that was gifted to him, and him only. You place a hand on the small of his back, ushering him forward. 

"Go to your car and head back. I'll follow you." You whispered angelically to him. He swallows his pride and cocks his head to the side, his tongue going over the teeth in his mouth before he blinks and offers you a bullshit smile. 

Just as he takes a step without you to his car, he pauses as he hears you clear your throat. 

"Junmyeon. Please do not interfere in my life from now on. I'm fully capable of handling things on my own. I don't need you to stand up for me... or... look out for me. I can tell when I'm being manipulated. I've been through that with Kyungsoo. I just finally realized what I deserve. And if that means being with Baekhyun... well. Don't stay up worrying about me." 

Baekhyun could feel the uneasiness floating from his body into the night sky, just like the smoke from the cigarette did. He knew, he fucking knew, that you were the one. Sure, you had said you would know what manipulation looked like; but instead you chose not to see it in him. You weren't stupid, not at all. Maybe he downplayed you, hell, he definitely did, judging from what happened. The thought of his mother grazed in his thoughts then, but just as quickly as it entered, he shoved it right out. 

He turns around, not thinking really. He places his hands on your shoulders and whips you to face him, and he ducks his head down so he could place his lips on yours. You're frozen, your lips not moving against his, but after a small squeeze he gave you, you snap back to life, your lips synchronizing with his. He closed his eyes at first, but slowly opened them to stare right at Junmyeon. 

He deepens the kiss, gently biting your bottom lip, tugging on it so his tongue could melt with yours. He doesn't miss the slight disgust on your boss's face, and he doesn't dismiss the way his cock was slowly growing in his pants. He grabs your right hand, placing it on his hard bulge, and he delights in himself as you don't rip your hand away. Instead you start to grip it in your curious hand, and Baekhyun lets a small moan rip from his throat. Junmyeon doesn't do anything, just looks absentmindedly, his adam's apple bobbing up and down. 

And that's exactly what Baekhyun wanted. To confirm his suspicions against him; he liked you. That was the only plausible reason why he was so on guard, the way he immediately let Baekhyun know how much he disliked him. It all made sense. Of course, Baekhyun knew he was playing a dangerous game being with someone like you. You were beautiful, courageous, independent and strong. Anyone would sway at your feet just the way he did. But the one thing that he had what others didn't? 

He was a real man. He would do what others only imagined of doing. 

He lets a string of saliva drip down his chin as he pulls away from you, watching your half lidded eyes flutter open, a small pout replacing the bliss you had. He smiles whole heartedly at you now, a genuine smile, and he gives you a small peck before he grabs your hand and leads you to your own car this time. 

Baekhyun watched as you slid into your car, waited until you started it up before speaking. 

"I'm just going to say goodbye to your boss. Once I'm done I want you to follow me back home, okay?" 

He softly places his fingers underneath your chin, and your eyes submissively agree. You didn't need to say anything to him, you were completely under his total control. As he nodded and tapped the hood of your car, he suddenly felt your hand on his arm. He peers back to you, your body squirming as he looks deeply into your eyes. 

"I... I can help with that when we get back to your place." 

Your round eyes looked down slowly, and Baekhyun bites his bottom lip so hard he's sure he was just seconds away from drawing blood. His boner was presenting quite proudly, and he wasn't ashamed of it either. He reaches down and gives you a kiss on the cheek, removing your hand from his arm and once again, placing it on his needy cock. Baekhyun places his lips on your right ear, licking it gently before he spoke. 

"You've been such a good girl. I want you to take off your underwear and give it to me." 

He doesn't stutter once, making sure his request was filled with confidence. You blink a couple of times at him, and Baekhyun waits, letting his hand grip your embrace you had on his shaft. He eyes your legs, raising his eyebrows daringly. 

"I- right now?" You whisper, your voice shaking. He could see your legs trembling, rubbing against one another. He looks back at your face now, his mouth hanging open, his head nodding quickly. 

"Right now." He moves your hand up and down now, and the built up frustration is evident now, he could feel his member pulsating under your simple touch. You don't say a word, maintaining eye contact with him as you bring your left hand to disappear under your garment. Baekhyun doesn't miss a single moment of this, watching as you etch down a pair of black lacy underwear off your legs. You pause a moment, letting your pretty fabric hang in your hand loosely. 

"What are you going to do with this?" You sound more cocky now, and Baekhyun was getting off to this more than anything. He brings his hand to grab it, raising it to his face. He takes a small inhale of your scent, and he wishes that he could have you right then. He loves that you don't seem weirded out by this action, you seem to be just as into it as he is. 

He lets it linger near his nose a moment more before he stuffs into his front pocket. 

"I'm going to bury myself in your fucking scent until we get home. Is that okay?" 

Of course it's okay. It would have to be okay, because Baekhyun wouldn't be able to survive without it. Plus, he wanted to do something else with it, but that didn't have to be brought to light right now. You nodded, a small smile erupting on your face. He takes the time to kiss you again before he finally shuts your door close. 

Now, he could finally do what he's been thinking about this entire time. 

He slowly approached your boss who was still leaning on his vehicle, another cigarette placed between his lips. Junmyeon did nothing as Baekhyun accompanied him by his side, just glared at him with a knowing hatred. 

"Do you want to know something?" Baekhyun whispered quietly, keeping a smile plastered on his face knowing that you were looking at the both of them. He couldn't have you worry about what was going to come next. 

Junmyeon muttered sharply, "And what is that?" 

Baekhyun pushed himself from off the car, his back facing your view of him. He shoved his hand back into the front pocket, fishing out the pair of underwear you had gracefully gifted him. He brings it up, not breaking his eye contact with the man, taking a deep inhale of you. Junmyeon hitches for a second, shifting his weight to the side as the smoke from his cigarette stutters into the wind. 

Baekhyun smirks at this, happy to see him fazed; even if it was only this once. He could lap up the awkwardness he was radiating right now, craving to see it even more. So he takes it a step further, and places his tongue on the garment, letting his mouth taste you, sweet, unrelenting, you. He would have to stop this action since Junmyeon would rip it from his hand, his nose flaring, the knuckles of his fist around your underwear turning a stark white. He looms over Baekhyun, his eyes darting from him and then obviously to your car. He bites his lip in frustration, not sure of what to do. 

"Just what the fuck, are you trying to accomplish here?" He bluntly questioned. 

Baekhyun rolls his eyes, tapping his foot. He brings his hands up in the air, being a tease. 

"You can lie to Y/N all you want. Fuck, you could lie to any single person you want. But me?" 

He retrieves the underwear from him in one swift move, then steadying himself right in front of his face. He brings it up once again, but this time, shoves it right under the man's nose. He quickly shoves his hand away, his eyebrows scrunching up in anger; his demeanor trying to muster someone of confidence, but failing beautifully. 

Baekhyun clicked his tongue as he backed away. 

"You can't fucking lie to me." 

Junmyeon gapes for a moment. 

"Y-you're crazy." 

Baekhyun laughs this time, clutching his stomach. His head bobs as he regains his sanity, and he lifts his fingers to pinch his bottom lip. 

"Who knows? Maybe I am. But you can't do anything about it, can you? Stay the fuck," He switches his once giddy expression to one more deadly,

"away from Y/N. If I even so hear, your fucking name from her mouth?" 

He lets his body go limp, his arms dangling at his sides. His eyes stay dark and stoic on Junmyeon. 

"I'll fucking ruin your life." 

Since there was nothing said from Junmyeon, Baekhyun took it as him getting the final word. He gave him a quick wave, a small smile, and started to head back to his own vehicle. He flashes his sight on you, and to his comfort, you didn't seem suspecting of anything that had gone on. 

So he lumps his tired body into the car, tossing the car keys into the passenger seat. He readjusts his mirrors, carefully looking into the night. There was a wave of security that washed over him now, something that he liked to savor and keep in his memories when it did actually occur. His doubts, his worries, even insecurities. They seemed to dissipate just like the smoke from the cigarettes that were smoked. 

"Let's take this feeling and go with it, huh, Baekhyun?" He eyed himself, a soft smile etching on his face. 

-

Y/N's POV

You don't know why you did it. Don't know why you went along with it; this indescribable feeling of remorse and disgust with yourself.  As you drove into the night, following behind Baekhyun, you tried to question everything, tried to make sense of the whole ordeal. 

If there was something you were bad at, it was probably lying. Most importantly, lying to yourself. No matter how many times you replayed the grotesque murder that you did, there was no hiding the true emotions that bled right through your skin, right into your heart. 

You enjoyed it. 

You could play it off as self defense, maybe. Say that she was the one who had you with a knife at your throat, not your boyfriend- your acquaintance. That was still something you were trying to wrap your head around as well. Thinking of Baekhyun as your partner, your boyfriend... your... essentially, partner in crime, wasn't something that you enjoyed per say. 

He was handsome. Charismatic. Charming. And he was the only person that was there for you throughout this whole mess. He was the only person that understood you, truly. There wasn't anything that could tear you away from him now. Considering he was the one who witnessed the crime you committed, you were kind of bound to keep him in your life. And that wasn't necessarily a bad thing either. 

Those feelings you had, the way he looked at you. He was soft spoken, almost seemingly put under a spell when he was with you. You liked that, alot. The way he was submissive under your touch, the way he absorbed your every word that you spoke. Baekhyun was different. You didn't quite know what it was about him. Maybe it was the money, the way he lived a luxurious life yet kept it on the down low. That was certainly a shock, finding out he was the creator of the infamous Prive. 

Or maybe it really was the way he paid attention to you and your needs. Kyungsoo was attentive when he wanted to be, but Baekhyun actually made you feel like you were being heard. It almost felt like he could read your mind at some times, and even though a person would be turned off by that... you didn't. You liked how at times he can be aggressive with his attraction towards you. It almost drove you crazy. 

You blinked, lost in your thoughts. You realized you were literally right outside his house. 

Baekhyun hadn't gotten out of his car yet, so you quickly tried to compose yourself in your own vehicle. You put it in park, grabbing your keys out from the ignition. You flicked on your light, peering into the mirror and grasping your reflection. 

You looked drained. 

Your makeup didn't last that long, which was highly disappointing. You spent so much money on those products to not do what they advertised. Well, if you thought about it a little more, the advertisement didn't state that the product would last through a night of killing someone. You shake your head and slap your cheeks, leaving a rosy glow from where you hit it. Your dark circles were starting to come out again, and the faint splatter of crimson stained your skin. You tried to rub it off with your finger, but to no avail, it stayed put. You sighed to yourself, pushing your hair to the side. You turned off your light, grabbed your keys, and looked outside to see where Baekhyun was. 

You pause as you see that his car lights were turned off, and as you stared harder, you could see that his silhouette was longer sitting in the front seat. You frown at that, wondering if he had already gone inside. Maybe he was disgusted by you. Having to cover up for you, standing up to your boss. It was a lot, and you didn't take it for granted. But you also understood if he didn't want anything to do with you-

"Y/N?" 

You let out an alarming squeal, your hands sputtering to grab your wheel as you look to the left side of you, outside the glass window. 

Baekhyun stood patiently, not acknowledging your stunned response to him spooking you. He continued to smile, his finger tapping the glass. You take a deep breath before you let your hands fall from the steering wheel, laughing softly to yourself as you open the car door. 

"You scared the shit out of me." You laugh nervously as he grabs your small frame from out of the car. 

He looks at you worried, and you raise your hand up to playfully punch his arm. 

"It's okay though. I'm fine now." 

He blinks, then flashes his perfect smile at you. 

"I'm sorry. I thought you saw me get out of my car." 

You shake your head, closing the door behind you and locking it. 

"I guess I was too busy thinking. Sorry." 

You begin to walk, but he stops you in your tracks. You turn to meet his brown eyes. You pucker your lip, letting your tongue feel how dry and cracked they were. You give him a concerned look. 

"What is it?" 

He does a double take, opening his mouth once, but shuts it again. He breathes in deeply, closing his eyes before he speaks. 

"I want you to know that I will always protect you. You have nothing to worry about. If you're thinking that I don't want to see you anymore, you're thinking like a lunatic." 

You frown at the wording. 

"I... killed-" 

He abruptly places his hand over your mouth. You give him wide eyes, but he shakes his head as he gritted his teeth together and started to move your body towards his home. He brings his lips to your ear, and you feel yourself shiver at his slight touch. 

"Do not... say anything like that. You don't know who could be listening." 

Now that got you worried. 

You continue to let him push you inside his house, and you bring your weak legs to walk into the living room. You do a once over of the grand failed dinner date, the candles were no longer lit, the aura of the home felt small, considering how massive it was. You decided to sit down on the couch, crossing your legs together and bringing your arms to do the same. You waited until Baekhyun locked the door and put down some of his things. 

"Y/N, you have to be careful about what you say. You can't just confess something like that." 

Baekhyun sits across from you now, his legs spread apart, his hands formed together, fingers interlocking with one another. You bite your lip, looking away from the perfect view that was so close to you. You snuggle into the cushion, and the thought of plummeting a knife into Jihyo flashes within your eyes. 

You don't give it any reaction. 

"Baekhyun... Can I tell you something?" 

He gets up from his spot, walking over and sitting right next to you. He grasps your hands in his, and he gives you those somber puppy eyes. 

"Anything." 

You almost don't want to say it. You don't want to admit this to him. This was something so horrible, so... evil, and you had no way of gauging how he would react to it. You had no way of knowing, considering you didn't even really know him. But you felt like you had to for some reason; like if you didn't end up telling him, he would eventually pull it out of you. 

So you do. 

"I don't feel bad about killing her, Baekhyun. I- I... feel good about it. And please-" You stand up, thrashing the hand holding away from you, not wanting to look him in the eyes, "Don't just bullshit me and say it's okay. Because it's fucking not. I fucking killed someone and I... I liked it. You don't have to see me anymore, I understand. You can even tell Junmyeon that I did it, I just don't think I can live with myself knowing that I feel happy that she's gone." 

You don't want to look back, you were too afraid to see how he would react to your confession. Your skin felt dirty, you looked down at your hands, the faint red splattered on them engraving into it like a tattoo; a reminder. You were a monster, a fucking abomination- 

"I don't care." 

His voice echoed in his large living room, the words bouncing off the walls, straight into your body. You almost didn't believe it, maybe you didn't want to. You wanted to accept it, so badly. You bring your attention back to him, your mouth agape, tears falling from your eyes. 

"What?!" 

The single word came out like a scream, only hushed down by the violent sob erupting from your throat. Baekhyun stood, walking towards you slowly, bringing his hand up to wipe away your tears. He looks at your hand, rubbing it within his gentle hold on you, not looking up. His dark circles appeared a shade darker than before, and his lip trembled as it seemed like he was fighting off a smile. You wanted to question it, but before you can utter another word, he took the lead. 

"I- I don't care about what you did, Y/N. It's just like I told you before, I will always protect you. From others, even yourself. I... I'll love you with your flaws, with your mistakes. I just need you to accept these feelings you're having and trust me with them as well. I've already forgiven you for what you did. You... you saved me. You did what you had to do; it was solely based on instinct anyways. Just... you don't know how much that means to me." 

You don't say anything for a moment, you could feel your eye bags becoming puffy, your own lips shaking with fear; with uneasiness. You didn't miss how he said he loved you, and for reasons unknown, you felt okay with it. Baekhyun, a stranger to you, someone who was doing everything for you, helping you throughout every single tragedy in your life so far; he was able to say that he loved you. 

So you did what your mind was telling you to do. 

You kissed him. 

You kissed him like he was the last person on this god forsaken planet, because in this sweet, endearing moment, it felt like he was. You bring your tainted hand to grab a handful of his hair, moving his head to get closer to yours. He doesn't miss a beat, bringing both of his hands to circle around your waist, his lower body pressing against your own. 

In just a few mere seconds, you could feel the sweat starting to collect on your skin. The small beads of clear perspiration tinting your skin, making it look like it was sparkling. Baekhyun suddenly started to push you back, your feet stepping backwards before it grazed the bottom of his couch. He pulls back, his eyes dazed as he gives you a seductive grin. You could feel yourself becoming wet, and fast. You want to go back to kissing him; to make yourself forget about everything. But as you try to lean into his lips again, he shakes his head, looming over you as your body crashes into the couch cushions. A faint memory of you drunk appears in your mind, the same actions of Baekhyun trapping you with his arms on either side of you. 

His hand traces your cheek, then your ear... then your throat. 

You were never really into things like this; choking that is. But you were willing to let Baekhyun do anything he wanted with you right now. You were under his spell, but you didn't want to break from this trance. You deserved it, you needed him. 

"Y/N..." 

"B-Baekhyun?" 

He tightens his fist around your neck, and you faintly let out a gurgling noise. He watches this, his mouth hanging open, his eyes continuing to eye your neck, almost like an animal catching his prey. You softly bring your hand to your unclothed nether region. You almost had forgotten that you took off your underwear, but your wet slick was starting to travel down your inner thigh; reminding you of your fatal mistake. 

He takes notice of that, and begins to squeeze your throat tighter, and you could feel his nails beginning to make a home in your skin. He brings his other hand to stop your movement, instead, replacing it with his own. 

You gasp, but it came out as a struggled groan. His wandering eyes left your throat to your legs, and you don't bother fighting him off. He lets his hand travel beneath your dress, his fingers pitching your skin as he moves up to your neediness. He chuckles, and you feel your face heat up with embarrassment. 

"You're so fucking wet for me. Do I turn you on that much? Just by gripping your fucking throat?" 

His voice is deeper, nothing like the soft and endearing tone he had earlier. This made you all the more turned on, and you can't say anything except for giving him a simple nod. 

He smiles at you, letting his index finger swipe some of your slick. He raises his hand from where he had it, letting his tongue lick off the sticky sweetness. You close your eyes, the sheer nerves taking control of you now; you've never been so horny in your life. But he doesn't accept that, moving his hand from your throat to your chin, shaking it lightly. You open them, regretful of what would come from your disobedience. He takes his finger from his mouth and raises it towards you, and you sit there confused. 

Your voice comes out scratchy, not used to the air flooding your throat again. 

"What... what do you want me to do?" 

It came out submissive, a completely new thing to you. You were never a submissive type, but under Baekhyun's stare, the seeping dominance radiating off of him, you were anything he wanted you to be. 

"Suck on it." 

You pause, trying to push away the urge to say, No way. He sees your hesitation, and replaces his smile with a frown. 

"C'mon. I'm telling you to suck it. Do it. You'll get rewarded." 

The word rang in your mind, and in a blink of an eye, your body betrays you. You feel your lips wrapping around his finger, the bitterness of your own cum filling your taste buds. You almost want to stop, but he pushes his finger deeper in your mouth. Your eyes look towards his pants, watching his growing cock wanting to be released. The fact that he hasn't once touched himself made you moan against him. You wanted more. 

"Such a good girl for me. Are you a good girl?" 

His words were like venom, sinking into your veins. You try to speak, but he shoves another finger into your mouth, stretching out your lips to his satisfaction. You watch with watering eyes as he uses his free hand to shove his pants off, hurriedly taking his boxers off as well. His huge cock springs out from the restraining fabric, and his hand starts to slowly stroke himself. 

He looks at you a little crazily now, his eyes widened, his jaw hanging open. 

"Y/N, are you a good girl? I don't want to be repeating myself all night." 

You struggle, but you manage to get out the words, 

"Yes- yes I am. I'm a good girl for you." 

Baekhyun dips down, removing his fingers from your mouth, making you gasp for air. His head slips next to yours, his lips pressing along your neck, licking down every inch of it. You feel his hot breath ghosting over you, leaving goosebumps. He whispers ragged, a high pitched strain on his vocal chords. 

"What do you want me to do?" 

You blink, confused, but just as quick as he asked the question, he's back to kissing your neck. This time, sucking harshly, biting and bringing his tongue to go over the harsh bite. 

You open your mouth in an "O" shape, your eyes fluttering closed. 

"I... I don't know, Baekhyun." 

He blows air over his mark he gave you, and you feel his hand slithering up your leg once again, so close to where you wanted him most, but stopping short. 

"Should I just do what I want then?" Baekhyun slowly pulls his head back from the crook of your neck, his expression one of mischievousness. 

You nod shyly. 

He nods back at you, releasing his hand off his cock. He carefully takes off his shirt, revealing his toned stomach, his muscular arms. You bite your lip as you watch the veins on his forearms protrude. He raises a single finger towards you, beckoning you to sit up. You submit to his request, letting both of your hands fidget with the hem of your dress as you look up at him. 

"Take off your clothes. Now." 

His tone wasn't one that you wanted to challenge. So you peel off the single piece of clothing you had on, your bra being the only thing that adorned your body. He whimpers at this, and you feel a warm feeling flooding your body. Your lower abdomen doing kickflips at his soft whine. 

"Let me see all of you, princess." Baekhyun looks back behind him before he plops himself on the other side of the couch, his arms resting on the top of the cushions, his legs spread open. This almost felt like a crazy sex dream, with just how absurd and lewd this whole situation was. But you weren't complaining; no you were far from that. The only thing that bothered you about this was that he wasn't fucking you. 

So you watched as he looked you up and down as you stood up, the dim light in the living room setting the steamy moment between the both of you. You unclasped the hooks from your bra, letting it hit the floor gently. You make your way over to him, and he does nothing but quirk his eyebrow up, his tongue going over his bottom lip. His right hand was clutching the cushion so tightly you were sure he could rip it open if he really wanted to. 

"Get on your knees for me." His voice was nothing short of a whisper. 

You let your knees hit the floor, your hands making their way to his legs. He lets his hand drag down his inner thigh, placing it lightly on top of yours. He gives you a curt nod, giving you permission to do what you wanted so badly to do. But a sudden thought enters your head, and you find yourself halting your actions. 

"May I... Can I suck your cock, sir?" 

His voice hitches, he then adjusts himself on the couch; you enjoy seeing him squirm. 

"Say that again." 

Baekhyun tightens his hand around yours, and your heart skips a beat when you let your eyes travel to his huge member. You see it twitch, becoming red with anticipation. You get a little cocky, you won't lie to yourself. You begin to think that although he's performing like a dominant guy, he was secretly into you taking control. So you smile this time, suddenly taking hold of him in your hand, watching as he takes his free hand to settle in his mouth, his teeth biting into his flesh. 

"Sir, can I suck your cock?" 

He throws his head back, and emits a small sob. 

"Y-Yes. Do it." 

That was all you needed. 

You let your hand slowly drag up and down his shaft, the warmth from it was arousing to you. How badly did he want you right now? Just as much as you did, you hoped. You let your finger ghost over the tip, savoring the small grunts he let out. You scootch your body forwards, letting your lips kiss from the base of it, all the way to the top. He brings his head down, his eyes dusted with pure lust, his head lurching forward every couple of seconds. 

You wrap your lips around him, and the delicious moan from his lips fill the room. You never wanted him to stop making those sounds; those fucking lewd noises. You would have never thought that he would have such a needy, begging side to him. You wanted to push it, wanted to see him under your complete control. So you stop, a string of salvia moving with you as you take your mouth off of him. He gives you a dangerous stare, he opens his mouth, but you get up, straddling him on the couch. 

You let your finger trace his chin, then in one fluid motion, you let your own hand circle around his neck. You were scared, sure, but as soon as Baekhyun's features softened, you knew that you were right this entire time. He wanted to be dominated. You giggle to yourself, letting your ass rub against him, your mouth loosely open, watching as Baekhyun's face changes from confusion to a softened expression. 

"Baekhyun... Tell me something." You let the words seductively roll off your tongue. 

He's sweating now, not letting his brown eyes leave your own. 

"I'm speaking to you, Baekhyun." 

You take your hand away from his throat, and before he could even react, you slap him across his face. He's stunned for a moment, his hand squeezing your thigh. He waits before he looks back at you, but when he does, he grits his teeth and looks at you pleadingly. 

"Yes, Y/N?"

His demeanor now submissive, you don't say anything, just look at him with a newfound feeling. 

You were in charge now. 

"I want you to eat me out." 

"Princess, why don't you go back to where you were-" 

Another slap this time, you don't let his words get to you. And just like that, Baekhyun knew who the fuck you were. What you wanted. 

"O- of course." 

He grabs you with both of his hands, lifting you off of him and slamming your body onto the couch so you're lying down. You shake your head, blowing a strand of hair from off your face. You get on your elbows, situating yourself so you mirrored the same position he was in when you were sucking his cock. He doesn't question you this time, and you smile to yourself as Baekhyun gets on his knees for you now; a perfect image of him flooding your senses. 

"Can I- may I touch myself when I'm eating you out?" 

It came out as a struggle, you could tell that he wasn't used to this. But you curtly nod. 

"Thank you for asking. You're such a... good boy, Baekhyun." 

He pauses at that, a happy look on his features. You realize maybe he has a praise kink. 

You note that. 

"- Yes you can." 

So you watch he starts to stroke himself, eyeing the pre cum erupting from the tip of his pretty pink cock, not missing how he lets his fingers use it as lubrication. He inches to your pussy, now a sopping mess, licking his lips, his eyes daring to look up at you. He lets his left hand grab your leg, and then he's kissing it, sucking softly on your trembling skin. He drags his tongue all the way up, stopping as he reaches your neediness. 

You wrap your fingers in his hair, twisting it and pulling it slightly. You feel that growing excitement in your abdomen again, and this time you were going to finally resolve it. He dips his face in between your legs fully now, his lips pressed against your clit, his tongue slowly leaving circles around it. You let out a small groan, tugging harshly on his blonde hair. 

"More, Baekhyun. Fuck." 

You hear his hand moving faster on his cock, the disgustingly lewdness turning you on. 

He sucks harder on you, his hand pitching your inner thigh, then his entire hand grappling on it. His tongue moving faster, then changing pace to something slower, silencing any thought you had in your head. You begin to grind on his face, a hungry groan emitting from his throat, vibrating against your pussy. You gasp, your eyes looking towards the ceiling, you're in a state of pure bliss. 

Baekhyun sucks on your clit roughly, using his teeth to gently bite down on it. He pulls it back slightly, then goes back to continue what he was doing before. His hand disappears from your leg, now rushing towards your clit, rubbing it in circles as he laps up the cum spilling from your entrance. Your body shakes almost violently, your legs tightening around his head. As you come down from your orgasm, you release your grip on his pretty locks, resting it on the side of you. He doesn't stop jacking himself off, not letting you catch a break, still riding the high of you cumming in his mouth. 

When you feel yourself becoming too sensitive, you raise your voice, 

"Baekhyun, stop." 

At first he doesn't reply, just keeps on eating you out at a dangerous pace. You have to say it again, 

"Baekhyun." 

He pulls his head out from between your shaking legs, the white, sticky substance dripping off his chin, a crazy, delirious look staining his pretty face. He freezes, stopping his hand from stroking himself, placing his hands on his knees. You look down at him happily, loving how he listens to you so well, so easily. 

"You taste so fucking good, you know that?" He croaks out, giving you a beaming smile. 

"Yeah? Well," You stick your index finger out, wagging it at him to come to you, and he quickly climbs on the couch, looming over you, "Do you know what happens to good boys who listen?" 

Baekhyun's bottom lip juts out, a sweet shade of pink. 

"W- what?" 

You smirk, grabbing his shoulder and pushing it downwards, his face only inches away from yours. 

"They get a reward." 

His adam's apple bobs up and down, his eyes looking towards your breasts, and before you could utter another word, you feel his lips kissing your collarbones. And really, he knew how to use those lips, that devilish tongue. You roll your eyes to the back of your head as he begins to wrap them around your nipple, his other hand pinching your other bud. He sucked harshly, biting on it, his tongue circling the areola. He doesn't miss a beat as he pops his swollen lips off, going to the one he was pinching. 

"Fuck, Baekhyun." 

You feel him smiling against your skin as he duplicates the same action, a couple seconds later he kisses your neck, then pulls back to look at you. You, who was so wrapped into what was happening, doesn't even hear what he says. 

"Y/N? Can I fuck you, please? Fuck, please." 

You shake your head, breaking from the trance of pleasure, blinking furiously to snap from the dizziness. 

"Oh, um- ye- yes-" 

You can't even muster up another word before you feel him unsheath his massive cock into you. You let out a string of high pitched moans, hearing them mix with the wet slaps of his thrusts against your body. 

"F-fuck, I can't- I-" Baekhyun reaches an octave higher than even your own, and you open your eyes and place them on him, the veins on his arms buldging out, his abs more defined as he strokes his pulsating cock in your wet pussy. 

You wrap your arms around his neck, his head diving into your neck, small, needing grunts echoing in your ear drums. 

He slows his pace for a moment, and you let out a disappointing whine. He doesn't stop as he looks at you again, a bead of sweat dropping on your cheek. You bite your lip, his dick was so, so, fucking good. 

"Y/N," His eyebrows upturned, "Can you sit on my cock?" 

You breathily whisper, 

"S-Say please." 

"Please. Please, Y/N." 

That was all it took for you, and the position changed from missionary to cowgirl. You sink yourself on top of him, the both of you moaning, his hands searching for something to grab. You grab them, placing them on your ass. You bring yourself up, then down, sighing from how full you felt. 

He grips your ass tighter, his nails billowing deep into your skin. Baekhyun lets out small hiccups of moans as you quicken your pace, you reach to your breast, pinching your nipple as you whip your hair away from your face. 

"Baekhyun... I'm so close." You whimper, feeling another orgasm coming on. 

"Yeah? Fuck, you feel so good wrapped around my cock." 

There's nothing but the sound of skin pounding against each other, breathy groans and whimpers from the both of you. Just as you're about to cum, he changes your pace, his hands moving your body up and down slower. He speaks slowly, gulping before he does. 

"Can you... can you choke me? A-and call me a good boy again?" You wouldn't have noticed the change of color in his face, but you reveled in how cheeks turned a shade darker of red. 

You don't say anything as you smirk, the both of you gasping in unison as you wrap each finger around his throat, squeezing it enough for him to finally give you a satisfied yet shy smile. 

You quicken your pace again, the building sensation now something the both of you were feeling. You feel your walls clench around him, his cock growing in size inside of you. Baekhyun gasps for air, but you simply dig your fingers deeper around his neck. And finally... you- you-

"Fuck. You're such a good boy Baekhyun. You're a good boy-" 

You release your hand on him, the both of you cumming together. You moan as you continue to ride him, and Baekhyun shakes underneath you, his hands dropping from your body to the couch, limp. He whimpers, releasing his seed inside of you, his face still that shade of red you loved on him, his eyes looking at you adoringly. 

You let your body relax, pulling off of his cock, laying down on his chest. You trace your finger on his arm, still heaving from the amount of exercise you just did. Your legs feel numb, your pussy is sore, but that doesn't matter. In fact, you wished you could have sex with him again; anything to feel that sense of control that you had been wishing of having ever since Kyungsoo's death. 

Baekhyun let's out a choke of a laugh, and you raise your head to look up at him. 

"What?" You ask confused. 

He shakes his head, closing his eyes and bringing his hand to push back his hair. 

"That was... that was amazing. I- I never had sex that fucking... unreal before." 

It's your turn to laugh now. You nod to yourself, 

"I agree." 

You guys don't say anything for a while, just trying to catch your breath. Once you felt like you had enough oxygen in your system, you snuggled into his arm, hesitant to ask him what was on your mind. To your surprise, just like he was reading your mind, he breaks the silence. 

"What is it?" He questions you, but he seems nervous. 

You don't say anything at first. Biting your lip, you anxiously ask him, 

"Do you have a praise kink?" 

Baekhyun sighs as he sits up, dragging you with him as you both lean on the arm of the couch. He looks elsewhere as he responds, 

"I... I didn't know that I had one. I guess you kind of made me realize it. I really- no, I fucking love you taking control. I think all my life I've been the one who handled things, the one who had to look out for myself and my own needs. I didn't realize that maybe I needed someone to put me in my place, to change that repeated cycle that I was driving myself crazy with." 

Your cheeks warm up, a knowing blush you didn't need a mirror to see, on full display from his words. He chuckles at that, kissing your cheek lightly. He clears his throat, his eyes not tearing away from your face as he takes some hair stuck to your forehead, pushing it back. 

"I should be the one blushing, Y/N. Being called a good boy; shit. How embarrassing." 

You shake your head, giggling. 

"I think it's cute. Hot, even." 

He raises his eyebrow, sticking his tongue out and jabbing a finger into your arm. 

"Oh shut up. You're lying." 

You shake your head again, looking down shyly. 

"I think it's cute, really. Maybe I can be the person to whip you into shape." 

His head bobs back and forth, his chin upwards as he smiles brightly at you. 

"Maybe. But after listening to your rules all night... Can I ask you if you can obey one of mine?" 

You sit up properly now, criss crossing your legs and crossing your arms against your chest to cover up your breasts, shy from them being out like that. Post sex was weird. 

"Sure, I think you deserve it." You tease him, but he doesn't exactly match your humorous tone. 

Instead he gives you that blank stare, his eyes looking as if they were black, his jaw tightened as he slips his hand on the small of your back. 

"Can you say that you love me?" 

You do a double take, not sure if he was fucking around or not. When you realize he was being serious- you roll your eyes, trying to make light of his request. 

"C'mon Baekhyun," You punch his arm softly, but you watch as he cocks his head to the side, licking his lips, his eyes twitching, "Y-you're joking right?" 

"Why would I be joking?" He says in a deadpan manner. 

You were already naked, but somehow the way he said that made you feel naked from the inside as well. You knew that you glazed over the comment he made earlier about loving you, but the only reason you did was because you wanted to fuck him. It was clouded, a poor misjudgement on your part. Did you maybe delude him by not acknowledging it prior and having sex with him? Made it seem like it was okay to just throw things like 'love' out there so loosely? So easily? 

"I- I don't know. Baekhyun, we just met. You can't possibly be..." 

"In love with you? Why would that be so far fetched? Y/N," He sighs as he takes his hands to place on your shoulders, bringing you closer to his own naked body, "Who was there for you when your ex died?" 

You feel your chest hurting, alarms ringing in your brain. You numbly whisper, 

"You." 

He clicks his tongue and nods. 

"Who took care of you and made sure you didn't kill yourself?" 

Again, you repeat quieter, 

"You." 

He gives you a smug side smile, 

"Who covered for you when you murdered Jihyo?" 

"You." A single tear falls from your eye, Baekhyun feigning an exaggerated gasp, pouting his lips as he wipes the liquid from your cheek. 

"Right. Y/N, I'm not saying that you have to feel like you love me right now. I can't expect you to love me like that. All I'm asking is who was truly, there for you, cared so fucking deeply about your wellbeing, fuck, related to your pain? Y/N, can't you see? It's me. I will always, and I mean, always, be here for you. I just want your time, your presence. I feel like we compliment each other well; we can lean on each other and have each other's backs. Can you give me a chance?" 

And maybe. 

Maybe he was right after all. 

But maybe you were an idiot. 

"I- Baekhyun," You choke back a sob, "What if you hurt me?" 

You let yourself drown in your feelings, the alarming remorse that you felt when Kyungsoo left you; cheated and died, leaving you alone. The horrible, demeaning thoughts you had of killing yourself, those feelings you never wanted to relive again. And then, you settled on the bright light burning through those dark memories. Baekhyun stepping into your thoughts, your home, your fucking body. How good it felt that someone wanted you, the sweet and believable feeling that a person could love you regardless of your flaws; the mistake you made. No other person would be like that. 

"I would never- ever, hurt you." 

You blink through blurry vision, raising your head to look straight at Baekhyun. 

"I love you, Baekhyun." 

You could be an idiot, you thought. 

Just this once. 

ch 1, ch 2, ch 3, ch 4,

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touch me • bbh

warnings: smut, light dom/sub (dom!bbhsub!reader), daddykink, anal, degradation etc

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It’s warm in here. It’s warm enough for him to have taken off his jacket, thrown it over the table and yet you’re still shivering. Shaking as if you’re freezing, but that’s not why. You’re shaking because he’s in front of you, right there, and even though you can’t look at him yet you can feel him there, feel his gaze on you. It lights you up, electrifies you and it’s unbearable. You need him to come closer, to say something, do something for you — to you, which is why the words slip out even without your permission.

“Touch me,” you beg.

He raises an eyebrow. “Touch you where?” He sneers.

“My…” you groan and throw your head back with a whine, more desperate by the second. “My pussy.”

He shakes his head, like the notion amuses him. “I’ll kick your fucking pussy,” he laughs. “What’s a used up hole gonna do for me?”

His face is downright smug and you want to fucking backhand it. You don’t, though, because as usual your hands are cuffed behind your back, and he’s way stronger than you anyway. So you just glare, trying to look pissed, angry even but it doesn’t seem to work because the bastard looks at your face and cooes. Like you’re just a kid in a huff.

“What a cutie,” he says fondly. “Did that make you sad? You’re mad at daddy now?”

“I’m not used up,” you snarl before you know what you’re saying and his smug smile falls off his face, eyes darkening as he stalks towards you. You shrink away from him but he grabs you by the throat, dragging your face towards his.

“Oh yeah?” He breathes. “You’re not?”

“No,” you whine. “I’m not, daddy.”

“So you’re telling me,” he says slowly. “I could reach down there and you wouldn’t be dripping onto my carpets? I wouldn’t find a loose, desperate hole like I always do?”

You huff, defeated and he laughs, releasing his grip on you before slapping you once, twice across the face. “I thought so,” he mutters. “Let’s not disagree with me again, yeah?”

“Yeah,” you nod dumbly, only half aware of what you’re agreeing to but that’s sort of the point, you guess. The first time he’d touched you he’d stressed the need for unquestioned obedience, and the first time he let you touch him was a reward for your compliance. This is what you love, anyway, being good for him. Even if you like to bite back from time to time.

“Do you think I should fuck you?” He asks. He’s sat in the armchair now, staring down at your kneeling form with a bored expression. “Do you?”

“I want you to,” you whisper. “But it’s your choice.”

He grins. “You’re right, puppy. I think I’m gonna fuck your ass today. ‘Til your pussy tightens up again, yeah?”

You whine softly, biting down on your lip. He beckons you with a long finger and you try to crawl towards him, forgetting your hands are cuffed until you fall to the floor. He laughs loudly, shaking his head at the pathetic sight in front of him as you lift yourself up and shuffle awkwardly towards him. He picks you up almost tenderly, settling you in his lap. His eyes catch something behind you and he snickers, turning you around to see it.

“Look at that,” he laughs and you want to curl up and die right there because in front of you, clear as day is a patch of his beige carpet entirely soaked with your wetness. Your face heats up at the sight and you whimper, turning yourself back around to bury your head in his chest.

“Awe, pet,” he says. “It’s okay. You can’t help it, can you?”

You shake your head and he runs a comforting hand down your bare back. “Yeah, it’s alright, daddy knows,” he smiles. “Let’s get some dick in you, yeah?”

You perk up, nodding enthusiastically, your embarrassment quickly forgotten and he laughs. “Yeah, daddy knows what you need.”

He stands up, still holding you in his arms as he walks over to the bed and drops you onto it. You lay pliant as he positions you so that you’re bent over the end of the bed, legs spread so both your holes are on display to him. He makes a noise of satisfaction and shoves his fingers into your mouth. You choke, surprised at the intrusion and his other hand slaps your ass hard.

“Make them wet,” he orders. “Unless you want it raw.”

You definitely do not want it raw, so you suck eagerly on his fingers, coating them in your saliva. When he’s satisfied he pulls them out and the hand that slapped you presses down on your lower back, holding you down while the other presses a finger slowly into your asshole.

You groan, squirming and thrashing against his hold but you both know you’re not trying to get up — if anything, you’re trying to get closer to him, to get his finger deeper inside you. Another slap to your ass stills you and he pushes another in, faster this time, and then another. It burns but you’re used to the feeling, you’ve come to like it, and soon you’re begging him to replace the finger with his cock.

He does, pushing himself in without warning and you scream, biting down on the sheets just to have something to do. He starts to thrust right away, impatient, and his hands hold your waist in a tight grip, using you as leverage to go deeper, faster, harder.

“Little bitch,” he spits and snakes a hand into your hair, pulling it harshly until you’re staring up at him. You whimper in pain and he laughs, hand impacting against your ass again with a grunt.

“What?” He asks. “You can’t take it?”

You cry out, but you’re so far gone by now you’re not even sure if you said yes or no. He spanks you again and again, fucking you faster and faster until you’re coming over the bed with a wail, legs jerking with your release.

You collapse onto the sheets, exhausted, but he keeps going, gripping your waist firmly while he chases his own orgasm. He comes with a grunt, whispering something you can’t comprehend before he collapses on top of you.

His hands are gentle on your skin now, stroking your flushed face as he lifts you carefully from the bed and holds you close to his heaving chest. The sound of his heavy breathing soothes you as you come down from your high. The next thing you’re fully aware of is a hot flannel on your skin, cleaning the cum off your body. You smile at him and he smiles back. “Go to sleep,” he whispers. You do.

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a/n: nothing to say for this one. Just PLS reblog, comment etc. Comments motivate me to write more. Love xx

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Dark Horse: News

❝All I know is that one day my boyfriend and lifelong best friend disappeared. No word of him from anyone. No trace of him anywhere. And after 6 agonizing months, they concluded that he is dead. So why the fuck do I seeing him strolling around town at 3am?❞

Hello DH readers of tumblr, I'm not posting Dark Horse chapters on tumblr anymore (for formatting, time, etc. reasons). If you want to continue reading the story, I will continue updating it on asianfanfics from now on. Thank you for the support you've given it on this platform so far though! 🖤

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Irreplaceable | Chapter 1

chapter 01 | dark skies with black over blue (2.1k words)

AFF link: https://www.asianfanfics.com/story/view/1534162/2/i-dark-skies-with-black

Today's Hyunseo's third death anniversary. 

For Dasom, it still feels like yesterday when she received a call from a very frantic mother of hers. She can never forget that specific moment when the bomb was suddenly dropped on her. 

"Eomma?" Dasom tentatively speaks on the phone, her eyes not able to stop in one place since she's still trying her best to calm down her nerves as she's about to step onto the podium to deliver a presentation in front of the whole batch.

She puts the phone away from her ear, double-checking if she read the caller's name correctly since no one is speaking on the other line. Seeing that it is indeed her mother, Dasom asks again. "Eomma, what's wrong? What happened?"

A choked sob can be heard, making Dasom's heart beat faster than it already is. "Dasom-ah.."

"Eomma," now she's scared. She has no idea what to expect from her mother's mouth. "Breathe." She hears her mother doing what she just said, "Okay. Now, tell me slowly what just happened?"

Dasom immediately regrets answering her mother's phone call right before her name gets called in front. 

"It's your sister, Dasom. She's got a malignant brain tumor and is currently admitted since she fainted at work."

Before arriving at their agreed meeting place, Dasom made sure to pass by a nearby flower shop to buy her sister's favorite flowers, daisies. Hyunseo would have turned thirty this year so Dasom makes sure to buy thirty daisies for her. She's already late, to be honest. But that doesn't deter her from still going out of the way to buy the said flowers.

That's why Dasom just chose not to mind the glare she was receiving from her brother-in-law, Baekhyun, when she finally arrives after fifteen minutes of being late.

"You're late," displeasure is evident in Baekhyun's voice when he acknowledged Dasom's presence. 

"Sorry," she responds, "I had to buy these," she then shows the bouquet of daisies she brought. Dasom didn't miss the flick of understanding in Baekhyun's eyes upon the sight of the fresh flowers. 

It was Dasom's mom who spoke next. "They're beautiful, Som."

"She'll love them." Dasom's dad comes close to grip Dasom's shoulder, his eyes glistening with unshed tears, overwhelmed by her younger daughter's thoughtful gesture. 

The heartwarming moment of the family is disrupted by Baekhyun's piercing voice, "It's turning dark already, we should go there before it rains."

Dasom wanted to say something since it was pretty obvious that Baekhyun's rude interruption is on purpose but she refrained from doing so before she does something she'll surely regret afterward. She needs to be understanding since Baekhyun has barely recovered from the sudden loss of his wife.

Since Hyunseo died, Dasom's parents treated Baekhyun like their own son and took the liberty to babysit their only granddaughter, Dahyun. They wanted to help lessen the burden on Baekhyun's shoulders since his workload is piling up given his recent promotion as the Chief Operating Officer and Creative Co-Director of a multinational fashion company.

Of course, Dasom also played her part as a helpful in-law. Whenever she's free or if her academic load was not that heavy, she always spends time with her niece since it also serves as a time of relaxation for her. It then becomes inevitable for Dahyun to grow closer to Dasom as time goes by.

Upon entering Baekhyun's car, she notices the absence of her beloved niece. "Where's Dahyun?"

"I left her at my mom's," Baekhyun promptly replies, his eyes still on the road since he's in charge of driving them to Hyunseo's resting place.

"Why didn't you let her join us today? Unnie would've loved to see her daughter."

Dasom notices the way Baekhyun tightened his grip on the steering wheel. There's nothing wrong with her question anyway, right? But then again, why has Baekhyun not turned sensitive whenever she mentions her sister to him?

"She's way too young for this," Baekhyun explains.

Dasom is unsatisfied with his reason. She believes that a child can never be too young to be brought to their parent's resting place. It is their right to know about this mere fact and she detests how Baekhyun's sheltering Dahyun too much. Sooner or later, she's sure that the poor child will begin to think how unfair it is for her father to filter the truth about the death of her matter. And Dasom never wants that to happen, at all.

"But she deserves to know," Dasom argues, "I doubt you have already brought Dahyun to the columbarium to meet her mother. Right?"

The car stops in the presence of a red traffic light, giving a chance for the tension to grow inside the car, making the two elders nervous for the heated discussion that's about to begin between their only living daughter and their son-in-law.

"Baekhyun, will it be fine if I fetch Dahyun later so she can spend the night at our place? I promise to get her home safely tomorrow afternoon." It was Dasom's mom who spoke, attempting to change the topic so as to prevent more arguments from popping up.

Baekhyun's and Dasom's eyes connected through the rearview mirror, making the former subtly frown at their sudden interaction. Dasom quickly avoids his gaze, placing her elbow on the car's window sill and watching the view outside. She hears Baekhyun's response: "Of course, eomma. I'm sure Dahyun will love that too."

That's probably the only thing Dasom will ever agree with Baekhyun— whenever they get to take care of his charming daughter, they're certain how happy she genuinely gets in the company of her grandparents and her pretty aunt.

Since Hyunseo died, Dasom has actually taken quite a liking on Baekhyun's daughter since she has always been fond of taking care of kids. She adores Dahyun's innocence and easygoing personality, something that was once hers but got lost when she finally stepped into the real world.

A very sad truth.

"We're here," Baekhyun's announcement effectively pulls Dasom out of her mind. Looking beside her, she gives a weak smile to her mom, whose eyes have already turned glossy as soon as the car stopped.

Since Hyunseo's death, her parents have been unable to regularly visit her resting place since they got caught up with matters at work. Even though they wanted to drop by for a moment, their work schedules render them unable to do so since the bank has been experiencing a bit of turmoil for quite some time now. Therefore, Dasom understands the burst of emotions that her mother must be feeling at the moment. Her father, on the other hand, has always been adept at masking his emotions effectively after sitting through countless hours of board meetings that require him to navigate the ruthless ways of the major shareholders.

Their footsteps echoed as they entered the columbarium. There weren't a lot of people inside, probably because of the fact that the work day is still isn't over yet.

Dasom lets her mom cling to her arm as they walk towards Hyunseo's spot, with Baekhyun and her dad leading the way.

She lets her eyes travel around the many epitaphs placed on the third floor, wondering about the causes of their deaths and how the loved ones that they left behind were able to cope up with the grief brought upon by their passing.

Even though it's been three years, Dasom is aware that none of them have completely moved on from Hyunseo's untimely death.

Looking back, her sister's words to her on her wedding day made sense. Hyunseo already knew what was happening to her. Instead of spending her last days in the hospital, she decided to take the risk by enjoying it with the love of her life and experiencing genuine happiness with the family she made with Baekhyun. Until now, Dasom can't help but wonder if Hyunseo will be able to live longer if she didn't push through with the marriage and just decided to battle her sickness. But then again, if that's what she did, she'd probably die with regrets— something that Dasom never wanted for her sister.

"Hyunseo, honey, how are you?" Hearing her dad talk to her sister's smiling photograph prompted a tsunami of emotions to overwhelm Dasom. If it wasn't for her mom clinging to her arm, she'd probably be crying her eyes out by now.

She sneaks a glance in the direction of where Baekhyun is standing beside her dad. As expected, his face was void of any emotions and he looks like a robot awaiting to be controlled for his next moves.

Dasom remembers hating Baekhyun for not doing anything to force her sister to undergo treatments before her condition got worse. She hated him even more when he didn't bother to shed a single tear throughout Hyunseo's wake. And she hated him the most when Baekhyun just left his wife's funeral, leaving a two-year-old Dahyun crying loudly for her late mother, off to somewhere else.

She honestly thought that Baekhyun did not care at all.

Who in their right mind would leave their only child alone in a moment of grieving? Only him. But then again, Dasom hasn't met a lot of widowed men aside from Baekhyun so she realized then that she judged him way too early.

So seeing him look so emotionless right now doesn't make her hate him. Instead, it makes her pity him.

They all have their own ways of grieving— it's just that Baekhyun's way is not the stereotypical way of grieving commonly accepted by society.

After her parents talked with Hyunseo and Dasom placing the bouquet of daisies she bought, she motions for her parents to leave first so that they can give way for Baekhyun to have a short moment with his wife.

When they exited the place, Dasom received quite an outrageous question from her dad, causing her to raise her voice at him much to her mom's displeasure. "What?!"

"Dasom, that's disrespectful to your father. Apologize to him this instant."

Dasom purses her lips, admitting to her mistake. "I'm sorry, appa."

Lowering her head, Dasom hears her dad release a short laugh, "It's fine, darling. I'm sure you were surprised by my question earlier that's why you reacted that way."

Of course, which person would not find it weird if your parent suddenly started asking you about how you view your brother-in-law as a man?

With their five-year age gap, Dasom has always looked up to Baekhyun as an older brother she acquired through her sister's marriage. It's a given that their cat-dog relationship ensued because of how much they want to get Hyunseo's attention to theirs, but more than that relationship? Just attempting to think beyond that line is already making Dasom have goosebumps all over her body.

Although, she must admit that she did find Baekhyun quite attractive when her sister first introduced him to the family. But even though she developed a tiny crush on him, Dasom brushed it away immediately since she doesn't want to stand in the way of her sister's happiness. She can never do that to Hyunseo. She loves her sister too much to harbor romantic feelings for the guy she likes.

"Why are you suddenly asking me such a question, appa?"

For the first time after a long while, Dasom didn't like the way her dad smiles. It's as if he's trying to tell her something that she ought to know but is just holding himself back for some unknown reasons.

That's why she can't refrain from asking, "Appa, what's wrong?" Dasom turns to her mother, "Are you guys not telling me something?"

Her mom places a gentle hand on her arm, squeezing it with a soft smile. "You'll know about it soon, Som. But for now, I want you to promise us something."

A promise? "What promise?"

Dasom watches as her father takes hold of her free hand. "No matter what happens, you won't blame us. You can hate us for whatever reason but you must never blame us, or even disown us as your parents. Understood?"

Suddenly, she feels as if she's back again five years ago inside Hyunseo's waiting room, with an hour left to spare before the wedding ceremony starts.

This conversation feels too familiar for her liking.

It's as if people asking her to promise something is foresight for the universe taking them away from her in a blink of an eye.

She doesn't want to answer.

She's afraid that if she will, then something bad will happen to her parents. She barely recovered from her sister's death even though it's been three years already, how so if the time will come when both her parents will be taken away from her especially when she's not that ready to let go of them yet? This cannot happen.

But she can't disappoint them.

Dasom connects her eyes with her mom's expecting ones, making her chest ache just thinking about her parents' possible reactions if she doesn't agree to whatever it is they're pertaining to.

"Okay."

A/N:

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If I posted a baekhyun x oc enemies to lovers fic, would you guys read it? Ik that oc fics don’t do so well here but maybe some of you are still interested…

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[icequeenbae]

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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Golden Eyes [Baekhyun x Reader]

Pairing: Wolf!Baekhyun x Human!Reader (Sohee) AU: Wolves Genres: Hurt/Comfort, Supernatural Total word count: 7k

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Sohee’s last encounter with a wild wolf has left her scarred in more than one way. Luckily, she can always depend on her best friend, Baekhyun, who she trusts with just about anything. They’ve been close ever since elementary school, but unbeknownst to her, he has a secret—he is not human.

The summer sun beat down on Sohee as she waited for her best friend to show up. She had already bought two iced lattes for them in the tiny coffee shop on the street corner. Now she lingered on the sidewalk and kept an eye on the nearby forest, knowing that he would emerge from the path in between the trees sooner or later. While she avoided said forest like the plague—for good reason—her friend Baekhyun had no qualms and took a shortcut through the woods whenever they met up. Their hometown was situated in a rural area of South Korea and the house where he lived with a bunch of his friends was right at the edge of the forest.

When her eyes searchingly scanned the treeline, she spotted his ash blond hair in the distance—he had bleached it recently and the new look suited him. Waving at him, she caught his attention and prompted him to pick up his pace. Despite running all the way from the forest into town, he wasn’t out of breath when he reached her and brushed his hand through his fluffy hair, trying to make it look neater.

“Hey cupcake! Sorry, I’m a bit late,” he grinned sheepishly, eyes forming crescents. Baekhyun had the kind of smile that simply took your breath away—Sohee would never grow tired of seeing it.

“You always make me wait, Baekhyunnie,” she rolled her eyes in fake annoyance and held the iced latte under his nose. “But it’s okay, I like you anyway. Here, I got your favorite!”

“Thanks, I knew I could count on you,” he smirked and took a sip from the cup. He wore his favorite shirt, the one she had bought him for his birthday a few months ago. It had a huge PUBG logo printed on its front. He loved that game.

Sohee had known Baekhyun since elementary school, and although she had preferred to play with girls at this age (boys had cooties!), something about Baekhyun had intrigued her and drawn her to him from the first day she had met him. She couldn’t quite describe it, but he was different—refreshingly different. When they had been children, he had loved to play hide and seek with her and the other kids in the neighborhood. Sohee had no idea how he had accomplished it, but he had always found every single hiding spot, no matter how absurd it was. He was a natural at this game and many others as well. Tag for example. His stamina was out of this world, so he had bested everyone else. Nevertheless, he had never bragged about his skills. On the contrary, he had encouraged the other children to try a little harder next time and not to give up while wearing a big goofy smile on his face.

Over the years, this smile had matured and become quite alluring—Sohee would be lying if she said he didn’t make her heart flutter. He was a ray of sunshine, spreading a good mood wherever he was. Since he went to the gym often, he had become more athletic as well, and as his best friend, she often got to see him shirtless when they went swimming together or spent time at the lake. In moments such as these, she questioned the nature of their relationship—did she perhaps have a crush on him?

Many of Baekhyun’s female admirers were jealous of Sohee for spending the entire semester in university and the summer break with him. However, despite the countless admirers he had, Sohee had never seen him date anyone since high school, and even then, it had never seemed serious. She had often teased him about this, asking why he was so picky, to which he refused to give her a straight answer. In the end, he had given up on dating altogether. She herself had dated a few guys back in high school, but they had quickly broken up (definitely didn’t have anything to do with Baekhyun’s intimidating glares). Sometimes, Sohee thought he had gotten jealous. Not that there was any reason for this.

“Want to come home with me later? We could play PUBG if you want, my new laptop arrived this week,” she suggested while they strolled down the sidewalk, enjoying their iced lattes and basking in the summer sun.

He considered it for a second, but then he cringed. “Uh… no thanks, I’d rather not. You should visit me instead.”

“Don’t tell me you still don’t like Sushi?!” Sohee laughed and playfully nudged his arm. “Come on, my cat is very cuddly and sweet.”

“She hates me. The last time she saw me, she hissed at me and wouldn’t stop making a fuss. So annoying,” he groaned.

“Don’t act like you’re innocent, Baekhyunnie! I caught you growling at her when you thought I wasn’t looking,” she remarked and scrutinized him. “How the hell did you do that?”

Sohee was a little surprised when genuine uneasiness crossed his face, but he regained control in a blink and put on a convincing smirk. “Well, wouldn’t you like to know? It’s one of my many talents.”

“Like your amazing sense of smell?”

“Exactly.”

“I wouldn’t be shocked if you told me you’re a werewolf or something,” she joked and giggled.

He choked on his iced latte and coughed, wiping his mouth. Baekhyun fell silent for a while and received a confused glance from Sohee until he finally blurted out, “What if I was a werewolf? Would it bother you?”

“Huh, what kind of question is that? Weirdo.” She took a sip from her latte to give herself some time to ponder before she answered. Since she had brought up the werewolf thing, his demeanor had changed drastically—Baekhyun normally was quite easy-going and liked her jokes, but now he was tense. His back was rigid and he didn’t look at her anymore.

“You know what I think of wolves, Baekhyun. They’re terrifying and dangerous. I’m glad werewolves don’t exist since they would be even worse,” she muttered seriously. The wolves residing in the local forest were the reason why she hadn’t gone near it for six years. It was simply too risky—she still bore a scar on her shoulder from her last visit and she wasn’t about to add another one.

“Right,” Baekhyun sighed and gazed at the paper cup in his hand. His tight grip left little indents on its surface. “Just maybe… it’s time to confront your fear… You’ve been avoiding the forest for so long, even though there haven’t been any wolf attacks in years.”

Now it was her turn to pale—this topic was not easy for her, so he generally avoided it, but now he had changed his mind for some reason and gazed at her with pleading, sorrowful eyes. As if it was vital to him that she confronted the horror hidden in her memories and the anxiety she continued to suppress.

She had been fifteen years old when it had happened. That day after school, she had wandered into the woods on her own. The forest had been known to be a safe place, and the wolves who lived there had never bothered anyone. Not a single person had ever been attacked by them. However, this would change on that particular day. Sohee had encountered a large gray wolf that had acted aggressively when it spotted her. Sohee didn’t know what had compelled it to attack her. It had pounced on her, shoving her to the ground and injuring her delicate shoulders with its claws. She had struggled to keep the teeth away from her neck. Maybe she had screamed—she couldn’t remember. Her recollection from that day was blurry. All she knew was that someone—or something—had chased the wolf away. The image of beautiful golden eyes had burned itself into her mind. It was the clearest memory she retained from that day. At some point, Baekhyun must have found her and called an ambulance. She had been treated at the hospital, and he hadn’t left her side until her worried parents had arrived. To this day she couldn’t explain why he had looked so guilty afterward.

“What does it matter if I like wolves or not, Baekhyun?” she asked, tilting her head.

He offered her a wistful smile and shook his head. “It was just an idea, forget about it.”

Their conversation had ruined his good mood and Sohee didn’t understand why. It didn’t happen often that she saw such a sorrowful expression on him—witnessing it was painful. Her heart ached to see that big sunny grin she found so beautiful or even the attractive smirk he sometimes showed her. Why was it so important to him that she confronted her strongest fear? If only she knew the answer. Maybe he was concerned about her and wanted her to overcome her trauma. Perhaps that was why he kept urging her to overthink her opinion on the wolves in the forest. They had spoken about this topic before, but she had always declined his offers of help.

As she met his dull amber eyes, however, something within her changed. If it meant so much to him, to a person she valued deeply, shouldn’t she try to face her fear? Hadn’t she run from it for long enough? Six years had passed and she had made no progress at all. She kept locking the anxiety away, letting it eat at her without doing anything about it. The issue would never be solved if she didn’t take matters into her own hands.

She took a deep breath. Hopefully, she wouldn’t regret this. “I want to overcome my fear, but I don’t know how,” she whispered, risking a shy glance at him. And there it was—his smile was back, brighter than before. Her heart swelled.

“I’ll help you! Don’t worry, Sohee, you don’t have to do this alone.”

Sohee ignored the fear bubbling in her stomach, she attempted to control the trembling of her fingers. She walked a few steps ahead of him in order to conceal the insecurity written all over her face—however, there was no point in hiding it. She couldn’t hide anything from her best friend. He always noticed when she had something on her mind.

“I’ll wait for you, Sohee,” he thought as he followed her, his eyes gleaming like molten gold. “No matter how long it takes.”

  ✨

Baekhyun took her change of heart seriously. A day later, he offered to accompany her into the woods. He was just as nervous about the endeavor as her, but for a different reason. The next hours might have a large impact on his life and his relationship with Sohee. Her overcoming her fear was crucial to him—a lot depended on this, much more than she realized since she was unaware of his biggest secret. As long as she was afraid of wolves, she could never find out about his true nature. The fear of being rejected by her was overwhelming—what if she was scared of him if she learned the truth? He couldn’t bear the thought of losing her like this.

Baekhyun could never be fully honest with Sohee, and the ongoing secrecy tainted their friendship. She was his treasure; someone he cherished. He didn’t like to hide his true nature from her. The weight of his secret rested on his shoulders every day, and he continuously asked himself if she would still like him if she knew that he wasn’t so different from the rogue wolf who had once hurt her.  

  ✨

It was now or never. Sohee stood at the treeline, her gaze moving from the hiking trail to Baekhyun. Her friend was quiet today, and she hadn’t seen him smile at all. Nonetheless, his presence felt reassuring and gave her the strength she needed to go through with this. He knew the forest like the back of his hand, and his lack of fear calmed her.

“Are you ready?” he asked and studied her, assessing her worried expression.

“Yes,” she nodded. “Let’s get it over with.”

Baekhyun’s unreadable gaze rested on her for a few seconds. Then, he took her hand and linked his fingers with hers. The low timbre of his voice was like a gentle embrace. “I know you’re afraid, but I promise nothing will happen to you. You’re completely safe.”

He tugged at her arm and they entered the forest together. Sohee’s eyes flitted around, jumped from bushes to trees, to every shadow she could see. She was prepared for the worst—but she didn’t spot any wolves, not even when they ventured deeper into the woods. The more time passed without an encounter, the calmer she became, and eventually, she began to admire the pretty scenery. The forest wasn’t as dark and scary as she remembered. It was flooded with sunlight, golden rays breaking through the tree crowns and painting patterns of light and shadow on the ground. The leaves rustled in the breeze, and sometimes, she heard the chirps of a bird. They spotted a majestic deer and a tiny rabbit that she observed with a smile on her face. When she stepped on a twig, the cute animal got spooked and hopped away. Baekhyun and Sohee followed the hiking trail for about thirty minutes without any incidents until they reached a clearing.

“How do you feel?” he asked, his tone leading her to believe he was worried about her answer.

“I’m… okay. It’s overwhelming, but I’m okay. Your presence helps a lot.”

“That’s good. You’re doing very well.”

“We… we haven’t seen any wolves though.”

“They aren’t in the vicinity.”

“What? How do you know?”

His eyes widened a fraction. “It’s an assumption,” he said and cleared his throat. Sohee saw through his lie and wondered what he was hiding from her. His behavior had been a little odd today, almost as if he was nervous, but the more time they spent in the forest, the more relaxed he got. The same was true for her—she no longer felt her heart pound in her chest.

“Well, this isn’t nearly as bad as I thought. The forest is much more beautiful than I remembered.”

“It is,” he agreed with a peaceful smile. “That’s why I like to come here often. And… if you want to, you could tag along from now on.” It was a careful question, and frankly, he reminded her of a shy puppy when he posed it. He gazed at her as if he had expected to startle her with mere words.

“Um… okay. I think I can do that.”

He breathed out. The amount of relief she discovered in his gorgeous amber eyes was staggering, it engulfed her and suddenly, she felt the very same emotion. What she had accomplished by coming here today was something she could be proud of. Sohee glanced at her hands and noticed that they weren’t trembling anymore. Her fingers traced the scar she bore on her shoulder, felt its ridges through her shirt. The scar on her body would remain forever, but perhaps the one in her mind could be healed.

The path got more treacherous as they walked uphill—Sohee often stumbled over loose rocks on the ground and got a little annoyed at the fact that Baekhyun was always a few steps ahead of her. She didn’t want to slow him down, but if she walked any faster, she was afraid she might just break her ankles the next time she stumbled.

“How are you climbing over these damn rocks so fast? Are you a mountain goat or what?” she called out to him in a lighthearted tone and earned an airy laugh.

He waited for her to catch up, eyes twinkling mirthfully. Something about her remark seemed to be particularly amusing to him. “I’m the opposite of a mountain goat, cupcake.”

“A mountain lion?”

He snorted and shook his head. “Wouldn’t that be purrfect?”

Sohee stopped and stared at him. “You’re a clown, Baekhyunnie.”

“So you think I’m funny.” He grinned widely and offered her his hand when she stumbled over another stone. His eyebrow shot up at her struggle. “I’m worried you’ll end up breaking your ankles. You don’t go hiking often and it shows. Why don’t you get on my back for a while? It would be safer.”

“You want to carry me? Are you serious?” Her cheeks took on the color of ripe peaches. “I’m not a baby, though. I can walk myself.”

“Wrong. You’re my baby cupcake and I’ll spoil you as much as I want.” She didn’t have to look at him to know he was smirking—the smugness in his voice told her everything.

“Baby cupcake,” she groaned and pouted. “You can’t be serious. How can a grown man say something like that?”

But her friend just shrugged, not embarrassed in the slightest at his cheesy new nickname idea. “Stop sulking and get on my back already, or else we’ll be stuck here forever.”

“F-Fine.” He couched in front of her, hooked his hands under her thighs and when she wrapped her arms around his neck, body pressing against his back, he got up. “If I’m too heavy, you—”

“You’re almost like a backpack. This is not a problem.”

“I’m a backpack,” she deadpanned. “How kind of you.”

His back rumbled when he laughed. “No, you’re almost like a backpack. I would never call my baby cupcake a backpack.”

“Is baby cupcake any better?” she grumbled and put her chin on his shoulder as he walked. It was more comfortable like this. She was at ease being so close to him and breathed in his familiar scent.

“Of course it is.”

Sohee rolled her eyes. “I knew you would say that, Baekhyunnie.”

Again, a wide smile spread over his lips. He could bicker with her all day, especially when she was sulking—a pouty Sohee was fun to tease. Additionally, she seemed to have forgotten about her apprehension. She hadn’t voiced any concerns in a while. He considered this a small victory since it brought him a step closer to revealing the truth to her. She needed to know, he wanted to tell her so badly.

When the path became wider, he let her down so that she could walk herself. Baekhyun crossed his arms and gave her an expectant look. “So…”

“So?”

“Do I get a reward for carrying you?”

“What do you want?”

“I don’t know, how about a hug?”

She blushed and her heart jumped before she reminded herself that this wasn’t anything out of the ordinary. They frequently shared friendly hugs. Sohee engulfed him with her arms and pressed her face into the soft material of his jacket. Beneath his baggy clothes, he was hiding a whole lot of muscles—it was distracting, to say the least.

“Aww, look how cute you are, my baby cupcake,” he whispered and wrapped his arms around her, holding her tightly.

“I’m not your baby cupcake.” She was very flustered by his affectionate behavior—but she loved it. Baekhyun being flirty was addicting. At least she assumed he was flirting, but it probably wasn’t true since they were just friends. At any rate, this didn’t stop her from enjoying it.

“You are,” he insisted with a smirk, amber eyes glowing golden for a blink. “And you always will be.”

  ✨

Sohee had a lot on her mind. Ever since her hike with Baekhyun, the very foundation of her fear was crumbling, and the more she remembered the happy moments she had spent with him in the forest, the less she feared going there. They hadn’t seen any wolves yesterday. Most likely, the animals had been spooked by their presence and not shown themselves. The wolf who had attacked her so viciously years prior likely wasn’t in the area anymore.

Her outing with Baekhyun had reignited her stubbornness and her curiosity. She was ready to challenge her old beliefs and leave her fears behind for good. This was the reason why she had returned to the woods today—without Baekhyun. He had no clue she was here. Sohee wandered the forest on her own, letting her legs carry her in a random direction. Despite her determination, it was nerve-wracking to be here. She had to wipe her sweaty palms on her jeans and her gaze constantly darted around.

She walked through the forest for a good 20 minutes without seeing one of the wolves, enjoying the serene atmosphere of nature and listening to the occasional bird song. However, when she heard a loud rustle, she stopped. To her bewilderment, a black wolf emerged from the undergrowth, its fur allowing it to blend in easily with the shadows.

She took a deep breath, folding her hands in front of her stomach. This was unexpected, too sudden for her liking. Oh God, what if it would rip her to shreds and—again, she took a deep breath and stared at the wolf as it stared back. You can do this, Sohee. Calm down. It’s not doing anything.

She paused, unsure how she should act in front of the animal, and ultimately stayed rooted to the ground like a statue. The wolf inclined its head and approached her very slowly. Its movements were elegant and regal—it knew exactly how powerful it was, and yet it somehow didn’t look threatening. It was patient and gave her the time she needed to get used to its presence. This behavior was peculiar for a wild animal, but Sohee was too unnerved to question it.

“H-Hello there. How are you?” she said shakily and in a barely audible voice. The wolf’s ears perked up and it paused, simply watching her without doing anything. Despite knowing how stupid it was to talk to an animal, she did it anyway because it helped her keep calm. So far, she was doing a better job than expected.

She and the wolf maintained eye contact for a while, and she couldn’t stop herself from admiring the gorgeous golden hue of its irises. Since the animal seemed much more curious than hostile, she took a cautious step toward it, the fallen leaves on the ground crunching under her sneakers. Her knees were shaking and she feared they would give in soon. She continued to take deep breaths, but her pulse rose as her anxiety became overwhelming. She gasped. The wolf flinched at the sudden noise and let out a whine before it lay on the ground, resting its head on its paws. It didn’t look all that big anymore.

“Just… a little more,” she whispered. She was only a meter away from the wolf when her legs gave in and she fell to her knees. Her shoulders heaved with every breath she took.

“It’s not the same. It’s not the same,” she repeated until she was sure she had a better grip on herself. She used all the courage she had left and stretched out her arm. It was trembling like a leaf, but she didn’t back down. Her fingers touched the soft fur on the wolf’s head, and she looked right into its golden eyes. They seemed to glow brighter.

This wasn’t so bad. Actually, it wasn’t bad at all. The animal was calm and didn’t do anything threatening while she touched it. It was like it knew her fear; it could probably smell it. She retreated her hand, looking at it in wonder, unable to believe that she had just achieved the impossible; she had touched a wolf and she was unharmed. Glancing at her hand and back at the wolf, she felt proud of herself. Relieved tears gathered in her eyes. “This is insane,” she breathed.

She heard a low rumble from the wolf as it observed her, its gaze appearing more human than before. The way it looked at her instilled a sense of familiarity within her. She knew those eyes. Their color was a mix of amber and gold, glinting warmly in the sunlight. Where had she seen this shade before? It was rather unique, but she couldn’t put her finger on it, couldn’t explain why this color made her feel at ease.

She sat on the mossy ground and curiously observed the animal until it got up and walked to the other side of the clearing, peering into the woods. She bit her lip, thinking it would leave soon—she didn’t want to part ways yet! This animal fascinated her for some reason. Before she knew what she was doing, she had already raised her voice, “Come back, please!”

Strangely, it understood what she wanted and returned to her. Sohee patted the spot next to her on the ground, inviting it to sit next to her. She swore she saw the wolf’s eyes widen despite knowing it wasn’t possible. Stretching its legs, it lay down so close that its warm body was touching her thigh.  

Now it looked surprisingly endearing for a wolf, more like a puppy. She cautiously moved her hand to its back. The wolf didn’t seem to mind her touch and so she began to pet its fur, astonished at how soft it was. For an animal that constantly roamed the woods, it was too clean. With the wolf resting next to her, she allowed herself to relax, and the initial nervousness that had befallen her dwindled. She knew she didn’t have to expect any danger from this animal, and suddenly, something in her brain clicked.

“Your eye color is the same as Baekhyun’s. That’s a funny coincidence,” she mumbled as she observed the majestic animal. It opened its eyes and gave her its undivided attention, so she decided to keep talking. “He’s my best friend, you know? I’m very grateful to have him in my life… but honestly, I’d rather be more than friends.”

Was it possible for an animal to look shocked? Because that’s what was happening right at this moment. The wolf stared at her in disbelief, frozen solid.

“Um… what’s going on?” She flushed. “I just… I’m sorry, did I offend you?” Of course she didn’t. She was talking to a wolf. What a stupid question. Luckily, nobody except for the animal had heard it, or else she would be mortified.

The wolf sat up and licked her hand, covering it in slobber. “W-What the hell?” she squeaked at the weird sensation and pulled her hand away. “Eww, what was that for?” But now that her hand was gone, the wolf moved on to her cheek and pushed its nose against it. Its tail was wagging and it couldn’t stop showering her with affection. She protested when it tried to lick her cheek, giggling and narrowly avoiding its tongue. The wolf whined and chose a different approach. This time, it lay down and curled its body around her, putting its head on her lap.

“Are you a big puppy?” she smiled, petting its head which it seemed to enjoy thoroughly. “How adorable. When I tell Baekhyun about this, he’ll never believe me.”

The wolf made a noise that could have indicated amusement had it been human. It yawned lazily and prepared for a nap while she brushed her fingers through its fur.

  ✨

The wind rushed past him as he shot through the greenery, dodging trees and jumping over plants and rocks that stood in his way. He could not believe what had happened. He hadn’t expected her to wander into the woods on her own. When he had spotted her, he had almost stumbled over his own paws. At first, he had considered turning around and hiding before she could notice him, but when he was in his wolf form, his actions were guided by his instincts, and they told him to approach her—being close to her was what he truly wanted, no matter which form he took. She had been reluctant at first, worrying him, but then she had warmed up to him. Making her smile while he was in his wolf form was a dream come true. She was ready to hear the truth.

  ✨

Sohee was over the moon when she entered her apartment and removed her shoes. A permanent smile had manifested on her lips. She greeted her cat Sushi with too much enthusiasm which resulted in a confused meow. Then, she moved to the living room, intending to text Baekhyun and tell him about her experience today. Before she had a chance to sit on the sofa, the doorbell rang. She put her phone down and jogged to the door, only to discover none other than Baekhyun outside.

“Oh, hi Baekhyun! Nice to see you,” she smiled and let him in. They went to the living room together. “If I had known you would come over, I would have prepared dinner… or at least some snacks.”

“It’s fine, cupcake. You’re the only snack I need,” he replied and winked.

She stood motionless in the middle of the living room as if hit by a lightning strike, her cheeks gradually changing color. Had her ears played tricks on her or had he just flirted with her? “What?” was all she managed to answer.

This Baekhyun was certainly different. The Baekhyun she had met yesterday hadn’t been so frank. It wasn’t simply the bold remark that stood out to her, it was also the way he looked at her. Pride, adoration, and desire were reflected in his eyes. It made her feel things, dangerous things that weren’t meant for friendships. His eyes were golden, not amber. She blinked, but the shade remained the same—the same as…

“You visited the forest on your own. I’m proud of you, cupcake.”

“How do you know I was there?”

Something peculiar flickered over his face. “We met.”

“We didn’t,” she muttered and raised her eyebrows. “What are you talking about? I only met… a wolf…” She trailed off—he did have the exact same eye color as the wolf... and the wolf had been suspiciously intelligent too. “You’re not actually a wolf, are you?” she laughed nervously since the question must have sounded crazy to him, but he remained dead serious. When her eyes grew wider and wider, he chuckled.

“I am.”

“Are you messing with me?”

He grinned confidently. “Nope! I’ll show you.”

“Baekhyun, WHY ARE YOU TAKING OFF YOUR PANTS?!” she yelled and promptly looked away. The sound of his clothes falling on the ground made her blush. Soon after, something odd touched her wrist—it felt strange and caused her to glance down, only to freeze in shock. Where Baekhyun had been standing just a moment ago lay a pile of clothes and next to it sat a familiar-looking wolf.

“Huh?! Don’t tell me you’re really Baekhyun.”

And the wolf nodded, giving a bark that sounded like a laugh. His muzzle touched her hand again.

“…I think I need to sit down.” She staggered to the sofa and sunk into the pillows. The wolf—Baekhyun?—sat next to her and cuddled up to her. “I don’t understand what’s going on and how this is even possible, but… but you’re pretty cute for a wolf… Wait, if you’re the wolf from earlier, then that means…”

He had heard her confession, he knew about her feelings. She wanted to melt into the ground and disappear forever. How embarrassing… she had confessed to him without realizing it. What the hell should she do now? Before Sohee found an answer, Sushi made a sudden appearance in the living room. She hissed and growled at the large wolf lounging on her precious sofa, arching her back. Her fur stuck up in all directions.

“Sushi, behave,” Sohee reminded her, but the cat wasn’t impressed and sent death glares to the wolf before she sauntered away to the bedroom. “Now I know why she doesn’t like it when you visit.”

Baekhyun couldn’t answer as long as he was a wolf, so she was met with silence until the furry front leg on her stomach disappeared and was replaced by a human arm. He shifted back to his human self and remained snuggled up to her like a touch-starved puppy. Only this time, things were different. Her gaze traveled over his defined arm muscles, to his chest, and further down to—

“P-Put on some clothes, you perv!” she hissed and looked away.

“Nah, too lazy.”

“You litte...! I don’t wanna see your dick.”

He had the audacity to wiggle his eyebrows. “You don’t?”

“Argh, Baekhyun, what is this conversation?”

He laughed and got up, collecting his clothes while she stared at the ceiling. Only after she heard the zipper of his jeans did she dare to look at him. He took his shirt, weighed it in his hand, then shrugged and threw it on the sofa without putting it on. She had seen him shirtless too many times than she could count, but she would still drool over his abs like a lovesick teenager.

When he sat down again, he didn’t waste a second, wrapped her in his arms, and put his head right above her chest. “I have to tell you something, Sohee,” he mumbled.

“Yes?” She gently touched his silky ash blond hair and glanced down at him, wondering what he had on his mind.

“I love you too.”

She swallowed, tensing up. Okay, that was not what she had expected. “Baekhyun… you love me?”

“I do, I’ve wanted to be in a relationship with you for a long time.”

A thousand different thoughts shot through her mind. “How would a relationship between us ever work out? I mean, I’m human and you’re not…” she sighed and her body deflated in defeat. “I have so many questions, I don’t know where to begin.”

“I’ll answer them. No more secrets, I promise.”

Sohee took a deep breath and decided to begin with the most pressing question, “Why did you keep your wolf form a secret for so long? Didn’t you trust me?”

“I trust you more than anyone, believe me, but there are certain rules in our society, and the most important one is to keep our true nature hidden from humans. It serves to protect ourselves from hunters. There are a few exceptions, though.”

“Then why did you tell me now? Won’t you get in trouble?”

“Don’t worry, there’s an exception for a wolf’s mate,” he smirked.

“Mate? As in soulmate?”

“Yes. You’re my mate. Wolves only fall in love once in a lifetime.”

“I’m your mate?” and when it dawned on her what this truly meant, her expression faded from astonishment to pure joy. Happiness lit up her brown eyes and made them twinkle.

He grinned at her reaction. “I didn’t realize it for a long time. I just… assumed I felt attracted to you because we were childhood friends and close to each other. But when I turned eighteen, I knew that my feelings were stronger than friendship and concluded that you’re my mate… That’s when my pack began teasing me about our relationship, urging me to tell you the truth,” he sighed and shook his head. “However, I knew how upset you were about the attack and I feared you would resent me if you ever found out about my wolf form. So I kept it to myself because I’d rather be just friends than not have you near me at all.”

“Oh, it must have been so difficult. I had no idea,” she frowned. “I admit I would have been shocked about it, but I’m incapable of resenting you.”

Her answer seemed to relieve him. “The wolf who attacked you was a rogue. He had nothing to do with our pack, and ever since the attack, we’ve been more careful to defend our territory.”

“So I was at the wrong place at the wrong time?”

“Yes. When I heard your scream, I thought my heart would stop. I chased the bastard away and then returned to you in my human form,” he explained with a stony expression.

“Thank you. You’ve done so much for me,” she smiled gratefully.

“Baby cupcakes need to be protected,” he joked, cracking a smile when she groaned.

“What even is a baby cupcake? It makes no sense.”

“It’s an extra pretty and sweet cupcake. Just like you,” he grinned and bopped the tip of her nose.

“If I’m a baby cupcake, then you’re a puppy.”

“Deal.”

“Huh, really? I thought you wouldn’t like it.”

“Any nickname is fine as long as you’re the one who made it up,” he answered. “Because I love you.”

Sohee would have to get used to this—otherwise, her poor heart would just give up one day. The butterflies in her stomach soared, and she leaned in to hug him. “I love you too. You… you have no idea how much you mean to me.”

A bold smirk graced his features. “If I mean so much to you, don’t you think it’s about time you give me a kiss?”

“A kiss?” She couldn’t believe it. All this time, he had kept his feelings for her hidden, and now she drowned in them. The desire to be with her poured out of him and completely overwhelmed her.

He shrugged. “I would ask for more, but we can start small.”

“Horndog,” she snorted. “If you want a kiss, then come and get it.”

His gaze sharpened and his lips formed a dangerous smirk. “Oh, I will.”

He pushed her backward and made her back hit the sofa—and then he was on top of her, caging her with his arms. His gaze spoke volumes, studying her rosy cheeks and the way she bit her lip in impatience. After everything that had happened, and the time he had waited for her, all he wanted to do was to make her his. His instinct compelled him to close the distance between them—he needed to hold her and never let go, he needed to kiss every inch of her skin. Her wonderful scent was a delight. She smelled of peaches; he would always recognize her unique fragrance even when she was in a crowd of people. He would always find her—just like he had done that fateful day in the forest. His precious mate needed to be well-protected.

Sohee gazed up at him, at his ash blond hair that framed his face, and at his eyes which glowed golden whenever he looked at her as if she was the one who made them shine. She stretched out her hand and placed it on his cheek, inviting him to close the distance between their lips. He leaned in, propping himself up with his arms, and his breath fanned over her lips. Their first kiss was an explosion of sensations. His mouth melded with hers, lips moving passionately, gentle and rough at the same time. As her hands began to wander, exploring his taut abdomen, the lower half of his back, he growled into the kiss.  

“This was worth the wait,” he murmured against her lips, capturing her gaze with the cheeky shimmer in his eyes. “I love you, cupcake.”

Sohee beamed and planted a kiss on the corner of his mouth, where a cute dimple appeared whenever he smiled. “I love you too, puppy.”

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Hi everyone, I hope you enjoyed this fic! I wanted to write a wolf AU for a long time, but since multichapter fics take months or even years to finish, I chose to write a oneshot instead. 💕 This is basically a wolf version of Spellbound; the themes are somewhat similar, with the exception of Baek and Sohee being childhood friends. 🌼 Please leave a comment and let me know your thoughts on this couple! ✨

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Once Again | BBH

Theme; Fluff, Angst, single-parent, arrange marriage |

Member; Byun Baekhyun.

Synopsis; Played by the fate, and losing their loved ones, Lee Gayoung and Byun Baekhyun are given yet another chance to tie knots but are their hearts ready to be solace of each other, once again?

Hello, after a long time.

So, this is the story I have completed not a long ago on my other sites where I post my stories as wattpad and Asianfanfics and since I can't post here so I'm laying out the links for you to read it if you're interested in reading this story.

Love, Nia💕

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Valentine's Special 2023 - After Discharge (M)

Military Discharge (M)

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Breakfast On Bed (M)

Special Order (M)

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Paint The Town - 3

Pairing: Baekhyun x oc (Kim Aeun)

Genre: Romance, wolfau, vampireau, soulmateau

Description: Soulmates… Aeun had not previously thought that soulmates were very important. But as she got older, her interest increased and she eagerly awaited her soulmate. She thought that soulmates were indeed a good thing, especially when she saw that his older brother was so happy. She hoped that her soulmate would be a vampire like her brother's soulmate. Or a human… But she would never have guessed that he would become a werewolf.

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Chapter 3

I still think about him. I was the only person in my family who experienced this. This was so weird. How does this happen? Unfortunately, this was real. Kim Aeun's soulmate, who doesn't like wolves, was a wolf. I'm sure he'll be shocked too when he realizes his soulmate is a vampire. Maybe he wouldn't want me? What would I do then? I don't want to die early. I didn't want him to be a wolf, yes, but he is my soulmate. I have to love him, and I believe I can. I hope he likes me too.

While I was thinking, I started getting ready to go to the forest. Today I was going to try to find him by his smell, as my mother said. I didn't know what to do if I found him. What will I say? What should I do? I couldn't tell him all of a sudden. Should I try to be friends first? I laughed at this thought. A wolf will never befriend a vampire. Maybe for now I should just find out where he lives? I don't know when werewolves feel their soulmate. I hope he understands too, because if so, it would be easier for me to talk to him. After I put on my clothes, I took a few knives with me to protect myself from possible dangers. As I was putting on my shoes, I turned around at my mother's voice.

"Are you going?"

"Yes, mom. I'll try to find him."

"Just go into the forest and follow your feelings. You'll find him." My mom said with a smile.

I smiled at her and left the house. My steps were slow. I was afraid. I've never been this worried in my entire life. The things I felt were very strange. I wanted to go slowly into the forest. I don't know what to do when I see him. 

I kept walking and after a while I arrived in the forest. I took a deep breath and tried to feel him. I couldn't believe it. I really got his smell. It was soft and peaceful. This thought made me smile. I focused on him and kept walking. After an hour of walking, I suddenly stopped.

I saw a man painting with his graceful hands in the garden of a small house. His back was towards me, but I could feel it. My heart started beating fast. I was excited. I didn't know what to do, so I continued to watch him for a while.

Suddenly he put down his paintbrushes and turned. After looking at each other for a while, he stood up and began to speak. He looked annoyed.

"What's a vampire doing in my place?" He asked in a cold voice.

You were never normally a quiet person, but right now you couldn't speak.

He repeated.

"I'm telling you, vampire. What are you doing here? Are you looking for someone? Or are you here to kill someone?" He said looking at the knives on my waist.

I tried to talk.

"I-I... No. I'm not here to kill anyone." I cursed my voice.

"You?"

"I've lost my way." I cursed again myself for this stupid answer. Who would believe that?

He laughed sarcastically.

"Do you think I'm an idiot? How can a Kim clan's daughter lose her way?"

He knew me. This thought made my heart beat faster. Most people knew me, yes. But he was different.

"Do you know me?"

"Sure. The precious daughter of the Kim family." He said it sarcastically again.

"I don't know why you're here, but go now. I don't want to see your face anymore."

That arrogant voice made me angry. 

"You can't talk to me like that. Don't push your luck. Now get out of my way."

I started walking to go home.

"Don't you dare come here again. I may not be polite again." He said in a cold voice.

I laughed sarcastically and continued on my way.

I was about to cry.

This is not how I imagined my first meeting with my soulmate. My heart was broken. The moment I've been dreaming about for years was like shit. At first, I thought it would be really nice. Now I just felt sad. He didn't recognize me. Stupid wolf. How does he not feel about his mate? Even if he did, he certainly wouldn't want me, and I can't force him to. I couldn't stand it and started crying. Instead of walking, I ran quickly to get home early. I came home a few minutes later. I waited for them to open the door. Seeing that I was crying, Kyungsoo asked worriedly.

"What is the problem? What happened?"

I didn't answer, went inside and started to cry louder. I was both sad and angry.

My mom and Sehun, who heard my voice, came running to the room.

"What's going on?" Sehun said.

"I found him."

"So why are you crying? Did he hurt you?" My mother asked worriedly.

"No."

My mother hugged me and kissed my forehead.

"Calm down, baby."

"I found him, mom, and he will never want me."

"Why are you saying that? It's the first time you've seen him and you don't even know him."

"He is cold and rude. A goddamn wolf."

"You will be fine. He may seem so, but maybe he is a very nice person? You don't know this. You need to know him."

"I don't want to see him again. He didn't even speak to me properly. He said he didn't want to see me again.  How can I know him? He hates me."

"We don't get along well and he doesn't know you. That's why he was rude. Please don't be sad anymore. I'm sure he'll love you when he gets to know you." Kyungsoo said as if to comfort me.

Those words I heard made me feel a little better.

"How will I contact him?"

My mom thought for a while and began to speak.

"I'll make sure you work at the same place as him."

We all looked at my mother in surprise.

"How?" I asked.

My mother smiled and said.

"You'll see." 

A/N Note: Hello! Baekhyun is here. What do you think? Thanks for reading. ❤

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