#baekhyun drabble

[mybiasisexo]

Hii can you do 30 and 22 with Baekhyun? Thank you 🤗

Situationship 🏰

Genre: angst Pairing: Baekhyun x f.Reader Length: 1.9k Warnings: language | not explicit but smut

a/n: I was having the hardest time coming up with a plot for this one and then the song Oranges by Kenya Grace came on and boom this came to me~! At this rate my drabbles are just gonna be over 1k 🙄. tysm for the request and I hope its not too angsty 😊

DRABBLE GAME | MASTERLIST

If you were to ask yourself if you were a terrible person, you’d tell yourself no without any hesitation.

Except when it came to Byun Baekhyun.

He’s a nice guy. A good guy.

And maybe that was the reason why you treated him the way you did.

And that’s what made you a terrible person.

There wasn’t an ounce of surprise on his features when he opened the door to his apartment and saw you on the other side, leaning against the wall. You showed up often enough—usually when you were horny or in need of some comfort. He never turned you away, and tonight was no different.

He grinned at you, the action full of relief, and opened the door wider—an invitation. Never breaking eye contact, you pushed yourself off the wall, sauntering your way toward him. Instead of entering, you reached out to hold his waist with one hand, your other going to the back of his neck, pulling him in for a provocative kiss that gave away your intent for the night. A moan left his mouth as your tongue entered it. Never breaking the kiss, you dragged him deeper into his home, barely giving him time to close the door.

Baekhyun was an amazing lover, the best you’d ever had. It was what kept you coming back. And some days, much like this night, he became so aggressive. It felt like he was punishing you, slamming all the frustrations he carried for the situation into you, forcing you to feel it—to feel him. It drove you crazy. It would have you clawing desperately at his back, legs dangling in the air. You had no doubt the neighbors groaned with irritation when he became like this. What with the constant banging of his bedframe against the wall, his name leaving your swollen lips in screams. Yeah, they probably despised you both.

When he was done with you, you were left violently shaking, struggling to remember where you were, what your name was. All you knew in those moments was him, and the insurmountable pleasure waving throughout your body and soul. He fell beside you, drenched in sweat, swallowing as much air his pouty mouth could fill into his lungs, you would’ve thought he just got done running a marathon.

As you took him in, you noticed that bit of darkness caught in his stare—something you were worried you had given to him. Immediately, the lustful haze surrounding you dissipated and you began gnawing on your lip as the regret started to settle into your bones. You were well aware of what you were doing to him. You knew how he felt about you. Knew how much it pained him when you left. He always tried his best to hide it, to act like he was as content with this arrangement as you were, but it didn’t fool you. No. You knew that he wanted more from you, and you took advantage of it.

It never truly hit you until right after, the ramifications of your selfish actions. It made it hard to look at him, to see just how badly you were wrecking him.

That dark glint in his eyes lingered longer each time, you noticed. He would grow to resent you, wouldn’t he? One day. One day he would close the door on you, and find himself somebody who would return the love he craved. A nice person. Someone who suited him. You felt a pang in your chest at the thought.

Not being able to handle it much longer, you sat up with a sigh, rubbing your damp face. He watched you, but kept silent. Baekhyun knew the routine.

You were starting to shuffle off the mattress when you felt the tips of his fingers ghost down your exposed spine. You completely froze under his touch, your mind seeming to short circuit from the affectionate caress.

“Come lay back down,” he murmured, breaking your silence. His voice was uncharacteristically deep, unintentionally sultry, making you shiver at the prospect of another round.

He began moving when you didn’t. Shuffling around until he was curled behind you, his arms went around your waist as his lips left sweet tender kisses on your bare shoulder.

“I don’t want you to leave,” he confessed breathlessly against your skin.

“Baekhyun….” That was enough to get you moving again. You shook him off, jumping from the bed in search for your panties. Once found, you put them on in a haste, eager to leave. Baekhyun was back to silently observing you, shoulders slumped in defeat.

But that darkness… it seemed to consume him, possessed him, making him grow bold.

“I can’t keep doing this, you know?” He told you, voice steel. “Letting you use me like this? It’s messed up.” He said your name and a chill ran down your spine at the lack of affection.

You ignored it, finding and slipping on your pants. “Well, you’re the one who keeps letting me in.”

“Because you keep coming over!” He exploded. His outburst echoed off the walls, made your shoulders bunch up to your ears. He was heaving, wide eyes pleading. “Why do you keep coming over?”

The question was ripped from his throat, a question he must have asked himself time and time again, the answer always alluding him. But, right now, he needed to know.

It was his ultimatum.

You blinked at him. Why did you keep coming over? Because you couldn’t get enough of him. Couldn’t seem to get him out of your head. You weren’t sure anymore if it was the guilt or…something else. Lately, it’d been worse, the urge to be with him. You liked the way you felt around him, liked listening to his voice, his jokes. Liked how unbearably sweet he could be, how invested in you he was. And not just your body, but your thoughts, your interests. That’s what really brought you here tonight. It wasn’t just the sex—although it was that too—it was, well, him. You just really wanted to see him.

But you couldn’t tell him that.

Emotions…terrified you. Getting close to people like that scared you shitless. You had tried once in the beginning, to be good for him, but you psyched yourself out. Once it started feeling too real you shut down on him, building walls and boarders around your heart to keep him out of it.

“What do you want to hear?” You asked, suddenly exhausted. “That you’re the best lay I’ve ever had? That you fuck me so good I keep coming back even though I know you’re in love with me? That I keep coming back because you’re in love with me? Does that satisfy you? Make you feel better?”

He silently fumed, hurt by your words. His face reddened with embarrassment and shame at your revelation.

“Does that make me the villain?” You continued, voice rising in anger and frustration. Why did he have to do this now? Why was he trying to ruin everything? “Sure, but you’re not innocent either! You’re using me too! You think I don’t know how you use our time together to play out your little fantasies, to pretend we’re something more?” H face grew an even darker shade of red. “You have to take some responsibility for your hurt. It’s not fair to put all the blame on me. I’m not completely heartless, Baekhyun. It makes me sick, knowing that I’m hurting you. Why do you think I always leave? Because the guilt is eating me up inside! And I know, okay? I know that I should end this, that it’s the right thing to do. For both of us. But…I’m selfish. I don’t want to let you go. I don’t want anyone else to have you. Just the thought of someone else touching you—"

You shuddered at the thought.

But then it hit you, what you just revealed. You took Baekhyun in warily, wondering how he would react to your slight confession. His face had cooled down some, took on more a pinkish hue, he studied the floor, his crumbled bed sheets, his fingers—anything but you. If he had heard your slip up, he didn’t mention it.

“I know that you don’t love me,” he revealed quietly. “That you can’t love me. I know that what we have is supposed to be purely physical. I thought I could handle it. Told myself that it was enough for me.” He drew in a large breath, running a hand through his hair, slightly pulling at the strands as he did. “But it’s not. I think I’m even more in love with you now.” He let out a humorless laugh. “But I’m selfish too. And if this is all that you can give me…then fuck it. I’m all in.”

Internally, you sighed. You didn’t see the appeal, didn’t see why he kept suffering just for a piece of your attention. It felt…cruel. You wanted him to stand up for himself. Wanted him to throw you out and tell you to never contact him again. Wanted him to love himself—to choose himself. Instead of choosing this slow torture.

“It’s not….” You swallowed thickly. “I’m not worth it, Baekhyun.”

He blinked at you. “You are to me. You’re one of the most important things in my life. I don’t want to lose you. Not like this.”

You shook your head, fighting with yourself. He loved you. He loved you so much he was willing to break himself, to give you any piece you wanted.

“I’m sorry I said anything. I was just….” He shook his head. “I just didn’t want you to leave yet.”

He searched you, looked for more hesitation, tested to see if he should say more or not.

“I know that you care for me. That you…that you have feelings for me too.”

You narrowed your eyes at him and he shrugged. “’I don’t want anyone else to have you,’” he repeated your words earlier, chuckling when your eyes widened in shock. So, he had heard you.

The smile remained on his face, a shimmer of joy, of hope. He would latch onto that, keep it close, nurture it and see if it grew.

“I know you want to be with me also. That you don’t want to leave. So, just stay this time. Stay for me.”

You take him in, scrutinized him and saw no trace of pain or heartache. There was slight regret, probably from starting this argument in the first place, but mostly you only saw… love.

And for once you wanted to bask in it. You wanted him to hold you, to give into his dreams of having you. Maybe humoring him this time wouldn’t hurt? Maybe…this could be the start of something else. He had been so patient with you, and slowly you had been letting your guard down. You were still terrified, but not as badly as you had been.

“This could be a really bad idea,” you said, never taking your eyes off of him.

He agreed, nodding his head shallowly. “It is a bad idea. But I don’t care. Not when it comes to you.”

You take a step toward him, encouraged by his words, and he fought off a smile.

When you got to the edge of the bed, standing between his legs, you hold his head at his chin, brushing his bangs from his face.

“You’re important to me too,” you confessed. That brought out the smile he’d been fighting. You ran a finger down the side of his face. “I care about you.”

“Does that mean you’ll stay?”

“I’ll stay,” you said. Leaning down to kiss him again, this one slow, unrushed. A promise. A promise to try.

Because you realized, you were worth it. And Baekhyun was worth it too.

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[doiefics]

work can wait for other days

pairing: baekhyun x afab!reader

prologue: what could possibly surprise baekhyun more than discovering you at work on a typical day, but well, he's a gangster

genre: gangster!baekhyun +  established relationship!au + fluff + crack

wordcount: 1,000

warnings: pregnancy + very slight violence

It was a typical Thursday, late in the morning. The commute was rather sluggish, but perhaps it was nothing compared to everyone's speed at work.

They were not to blame, for any exciting thing, no matter how small or big, was always distracting enough.

You see, the brainstorming process starts even before the work at hand is done and dusted, maybe like already drooling over that tiramisu for dessert when your plate barely has starters on it. 

For the majority of people, it was a Friday's worth of waiting, but you were just as impatient and eager—but not because it was the weekend.

As you obstinately paced up and down the waiting area, you were fairly certain that you were irking the receptionist.

However, everything came to an abrupt stop even before the train of your flawless thoughts could reach the first junction.

It was "pretty loud for a hospital." You said these things to yourself in a low voice as you joined the other human meerkats, their necks reaching as far as they could and their minds unusually interested.

Your senses lately appear to be much more perceptive. 

An array of about half a dozen black cars, quick in speed and quick to hit the breaks, creating those overwhelmingly annoying screeching sounds, were to be seen.

Accompanied by a ridiculous number of men, guns appeared like toys in whosr hands. The next thing you knew, the front glass at the hospital was shattered, and even though it was both chaotic and intimidating, you watched this without a look of worry on your face because you were used to witnessing similar happenings. 

"What is he doing over here?" You weren't concerned until now, noticing a strangely familiar face amid the towering, intimidating, strong males. 

Before he could even take off his charcoal black Ray Ban shades, more men were at the scene, dressed in suits and shining leather shoes, wrists with expensive timepieces, you see, like any of those other rich men.

"This wasn't needed, we already negotiated that with you." One of them started pleading and rubbing his hands in front of the Ray-Ban guy, but you knew him too well to be able to predict his next action. 

He sighed. Dramatically. 

"Would be a shame if some killings were to happen at a place like this." He cursed, rolling his eyes and glancing around the hospital. The receptionist, who was in the middle of making a phone call, suddenly halted the process at his gaze. He smirked.

Okay, now that was unnecessary. 

The next thing you knew, he rolled the sleeves of his fancy blue shirt as his men basically yeeted away the other ones. You were sure more drama would ensue inside the closed chambers. Cliche power scenes like those in the movies.

"You really had to be here today, idiot!" You blurted it out, quietly, but not quite for the man's ear to miss it. The man would have been furious and snarky after hearing what you blurted out, but it all vanished at the sight of you. Considering that he was in the middle of attending to business, he was equally as astonished to see you here. 

"Y/N?" He was perplexed. This was the time one could normally find you at work. 

"Don't tell me you broke your phone again." You shook your head as his hands traced to his pockets, finding nothing but a severely cracked iPhone.

He signalled his men, with a flick of his fingers to continue with whatever they were here for. His eyes shifted like those of a five-year-old who just destroyed a pricey vase with his football as he turned back to face you.

"Don't give me that look." The scary man was scared of you.

To get the two of you to a more peaceful location quickly, you grabbed hold of his wrist. If you didn't, it wouldn't be long before gossip-hungry eyes began their customary camera recordings and active involvement on online forums. Picking up what seemed like a report from one of the desks. You had waited long enough. 

"This isn't time for paperwork, why are you here?" The man was chatty as usual.

"I told you about this hospital and its trashy director last week, right? Tough time extracting my money back from him." He went on.

"I didn't want any guns involved in the first place." And he never stopped.

"Really has the balls to come and plead at my face when it has already been about-"

"Baekhyun can you not keep quiet for a second, at least?" In his habitual pout, he attempted to cram his head within the papers before you hastily closed them, overwhelmed with unfamiliar feelings.

"I just hope your children don't end up being as chatty as you are." You crossed your arms and made every effort to keep your face expressionless. 

"Family planning all of a sudden?" Baekhyun was confused, again.

"You might be a big scary gangster or something, but did someone ever tell you you're just as dumb." You laughed at his bumbling expression.

"Wait!" His mouth was hanging wide, and his eyes were sparkling from the bliss he was experiencing. He simply wanted to be sure, and he wanted to be sure so much. 

"Are we.." He stopped. "We're having a baby," As he drew his body nearer, his hands instinctively sought your stomach.

"Well, not just a baby." You raised your eyebrow. 

"We're having twins?" He was basically screaming out of sheer joy.

"We are definitely not going to be quiet, right, guys?" He said as he bent down, placing a quick peck on your tummy.

"Don't worry, Mumma, you're gonna love us either way." He winked, standing up again, this time closer to your face, resting his forehead against yours.

Yet another rackety thud was to be heard, business was being taken care of properly. Baekhyun took a quick glance at the side.

"Maybe work can wait for some other day." 

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[aqupistau]

— ☕️ⸯⸯ : the way back home﹙bbh﹚

warning: mentions of alcohol (but it's just wholesome fluff)

genre & trope: fluff and established relationship

pairing: byun baekhyun x gn!reader

word count: 0.97k (edited)

synopsis. "if i were a sleepy sea otter and you were also a sleepy sea otter, would you hold my hand so that we won't float away from each other?"

Baekhyun wasn't the greatest soldier alive when it came to alcohol tolerance; he himself had great self-awareness of it. This resulted in him never drinking furthermore in your presence once he knew he was tipsy. At first, you didn't mind this at all, although, after receiving the first-ever emergency call from one of his friends, this changed your mind.

The call consisted of the first few seconds of a proper conversation with the said friend, and then a minute later to Baekhyun stealing the phone, who was then drunkenly flirting with you. Clearly losing the battle between alcohol and his sobriety.

Baekhyun's friend that called you, who seemingly was the only person sober, got his phone back and pleaded you to get him ASAP before he lost his marbles dealing with a bunch of lousy drinkers.

You obliged, mindlessly arriving at the destination a lot quicker than you thought, almost snickering at the thought of a crimson-cheeked boyfriend just smiling like a fool at you. Junmyeon, the caller, his face of weariness turned into a relieved one as he greeted you at the front door, booming noises of drunken men singing karaoke inside and the strong smell of assorted liquor exuding from him.

"Hi, Y/N! Here to pick up Baekhyun, right?" he questioned, which honestly sounded more like it had only one valid answer.

"Yes, though it looks like I'll be spoiling his fun if I pick him up while all of you are having so much fun." You politely replied just for formality.

Junmyeon chuckled and firmly added, dead in the eyes, begging, "I promise you that you aren't. Please come inside, Y/N. Please?"

"Y/N? Is that Y/N? Y/N!" A familiar bright, boyish voice slurred in excitement from the inside. You looked at Junmyeon for assurance, and he nodded, encouraging you to enter the living room. You gulped in nervousness, thinking of how to deal with the new kind of Baekhyun you'd never met before. It was like helplessly walking on a field of tall grass full of wild Pokemons.

Before leaving your shared home with Baekhyun, you've researched the effects of alcohol, and one struck you: repressed emotions and thoughts will be set free in a drunken state. You weren't sure if that was true since no reliable sources proved this fact, but you still wondered, almost in a way of contemplation. Doubtful if you can even deal with a wasted Baekhyun.

"It's me, Baek—Oh my god."

There he was. And you were right about one thing: his cheeks would go red when he was drunk but based from the research about repressed feelings when in a drunken state, you can tell that this Baekhyun will be a handful.

"Y/N~" The last syllable of your name dragged on as he attempted to wiggle up from his seat. "I missed you so much, Y/N." You quickly ran up to support him from standing, relieved that you caught him on time.

"But we were together like… four hours ago, baby." He nodded in reply.

"Exactly." Oh, well.

After bidding goodbye to the rest of his friends, who were thrilled to see you, you got help from Junmyeon to put Baekhyun on the passenger seat, bidding him farewell and good luck as you set off to go back home.

Surprisingly, the first couple of minutes of the drive were quiet, and your boyfriend was just sleeping peacefully, thankfully, not causing a ruckus silently. You didn't try to pry him from his peace and just continued driving, waiting for him to mumble anything you could tease him about once he woke up. You admired this very moment of comfortable silence, wondering of the antics that would happen by the next morning and planning to prepare ahead a good hangover soup to lighten the weight of your lover.

"Baby?" He's awoken.

"Yes?"

"Can I hold your hand? It's quite cold," he requested groggily.

"I can't, baby. I'm driving us back home."

"Oh...then, can I borrow your jacket?" Baekhyun tested again, opting for a different consolation.

"Yes, of course. It's on the backseat, Baek."

He struggles to look for it in the back seat, carefully but clumsily putting his arms inside the armholes of the jacket when he does.

A few minutes pass, and he complains again, "...I still wanna hold your hand, Y/N."

"Let's hold hands when we're under a stop light, okay?" You turned the car to the highway, and coincidentally, the red light from the traffic light stopped you. In reaction, Baekhyun reached out for your hand and interlocked his cold fingers with yours.

"Y/N?" he called out again.

"Yes?"

"Your hand is very warm. I love holding your hand."

You beamed with a snicker, looking down at your entwined hands. His hands that easily get cold and would always seek refuge for yours that were always cozy and warm. These hands that would always cup your cheeks and kiss you plushly in the wake of the morning. You noticed the difference of temperature of his and your hand, and you grasp slightly harder, attempting to warm his faster.

"I love holding your hand too, Baek."

The traffic lights turned green, and you gently removed your tightly held hand from him, leaving his hand to reach out to yours with dismay.

"Y/N?" Baekhyun asks for you again from just a few miles.

"Mhm?" You hummed softly, never troubled by his constant wants to hear your voice and attention even if he asks for the vainest demands.

"I need you to answer a question."

"Sure."

"If I was a sleepy sea otter," he yawned, the sign of the need to sleep displaying, "And you were also a sleepy sea otter…."

"Will you hold my hand so we'll not drift away from each other when we're sleeping?"

"Baek?" It was your turn to ask, "You do know that we always snuggle when we sleep, right?"

"...Oh. Then, can I hold you all night when we're finally home?" There were remotely a small number of cars driving, so you turned the car, almost near your home and took the opportunity, interlocking the hand that rested on his thigh with yours, holding it near your lips, and kissed lovingly the back of his hand.

"When it involves loving you, then it's always a yes."

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[peachesvanilla]

Another day

Pairing: Baekhyun x reader

Genre: fluff, bf! Baekhyun

Notes: a mix of everything (?) I’m slowly trying to get back into writing so starting pieces I do will be random. So, please be understanding.

Baekhyun stretches his neck holding his nape, a sigh escapes his lips as his muscles relax. Every part of his body is screaming pain in tiredness. Working late two consecutive nights sucks his soul out of his body, and living two days with bare minimum texts with his girl is close to losing his mind. But tonight marks the end of the overnight streak, he is finally in his girl’s building.

His lips tilt into a smile thinking about the smile he will get once she sees him. He clicks on the lock button twice on his car key and makes way to the elevator. Another man closer to his age is also waiting for the elevator, giving him a polite smile Baekhyun unlocks his phone, going through the mails he got. A notification pops from her. Tiredness runs out of his body as excitement takes its place, a smile breaks out on his face, he leans on the wall opening her message.

Yah, Byun Baekhyun! Remember to eat!!! If I got to know you skipped your meals again… you know what happens right?

Baekhyun barks out a laugh remembering the one time he was working his ass off and forgot to eat the whole day only to end up in hospital for blanking out. She barreled in, screaming at him with tears in her eyes and then sobbing hard that he had to console her for two hours and make sure he was still alive and breathing.

The elevator doors open with a ding, Baekhyun pushes himself off the wall considering telling her he is coming or keep it a surprise.

“Which floor?” The man asks.

“Fifth, please.” Baekhyun answers, locking his phone, deciding to surprise her. He should learn to keep surprises from her and not ruin it beforehand just because he can’t shut his mouth.

The man sighs, “I wish I lived on that floor too.”

“Pardon?”

He laughs, waving his hand. “There’s this girl who lives on that floor, she is really pretty.” He grins, dropping his head. “I tried talking to her but I guess she doesn’t talk much.”

Baekhyun gives an understanding nod to end the conversation. He spins his phone between his fingers watching the floor numbers move up slowly.

“You must have seen her,” the annoying man continues, “you will know her once you see her. Prettiest among the pretty.”

They are still stuck on the third floor, Baekhyun swears in his head. He should have waited and rode the elevator alone.

“She is staying at 505. Which flat are you staying at?”

Baekhyun grits his teeth. That’s my girl. He turns to the man now, facing him and giving a once over. Decent. If Baekhyun was any younger he might have bloodied his knuckles by now or bark out profanities. But he is thirty now, way past of the childish acts.

He leans on the elevator wall, rubbing his lower lip. “You can try,” he shrugs one shoulder.

The elevator opens with a ding. He pushes himself off the wall and walks out. But thirty means he isn’t going to sit and watch.

He turns his head to the side, “but what can we do, she isn’t going to look.”

The man startles, leaning to the edge of the elevator.

“She’s busy looking at me.” A devilish grin sneaks up his lips watching the man take a step back and the elevator doors shut.

He cracks his head to the side, unbuttoning his suit and tugs his tie, loosening it. The tension in his body piles up, the blood rushes to his head. That bastard had better not stalked her.

He marches up to her door and presses in the password on the lock. Twisting the door handle open he enters into the dark apartment.

The smell of vanilla and peach washes eases him. He bends down, removing his shoes and setting them in its designated space. His ears perk up at the clink of pans and spoons, he scrunches his nose and a growl emanates from his stomach at the delicious smell of his favorite chicken soup.

With urgence in his steps he discards his suit on the couch he makes his way into the dimly lit kitchen. She isn’t feeling good, he comprehends from the signs of her house. Dim lights, no TV playing in the background or her humming out of tune of her favorite songs.

She is standing in the middle of the small kitchen, hands in her hair and eyes closed. Her body is shaking slightly, and he swears he heard a whimper. His heart drops to his stomach, with one long stride he engulfs her in a tight hug from behind.

His nose is buried in her hair, “I’m sorry.” He whispers the same words over and over in the intimacy of closed space, and his heart breaks a little hearing her sobs. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry.”

She twists around in his arms, her red eyes take in his features. “I missed you.”

Baekhyun’s shoulders sag, words not leaving his mouth seeing her so broken. She was acting strong in the messages she sent all this time. He closes his eyes in pain, how can he let this happen. He pulls her head onto his heart, circling his hands around her tightly. He lets her be till she calms down.

They are on the couch, Baekhyun holding her hand, playing with her fingers, his gaze never once leaving her face. She sniffles, muttering something. He curls the stranded hair behind her ear, “can you say it once again, baby.”

Her eyes lift from the couch to his face, fresh tears brimming her eyes again. “Bad day,” she answers.

“Another bad customer?” he cradles her face, snaking his hand around her hips he lifts her up and settles her on his lap. She nods, holding his shirt. Her finger tracing the wet patch on his chest. He leans in kissing her temple and nuzzles his nose in her hair. “What did they say?”

She hiccups. “Th-that I’m a fraud and,” her head dips down, “I should close my business.”

Baekhyun detests the way she looks at herself. It has been a recurrent thing, the hate comments. He knows she is handling them well these days but it doesn’t sit with him well. The first time he saw her shatter made him riled up and wanted to grab them by the neck whoever caused pain to her. After thorough investigation on his side he found out that the customer just wanted to escape paying. Oh, the way he dragged her out was satisfying to say the least.

If he can, he will do it again.

“Baby,” he whispers, holding her chin, “look at me.” A tear drops from her left eye, he wipes it off her cheek. “You and I know that you are not what they say.” She nods. “I appreciate what you do, and I really really love your work.”

She hums, twirling the button on his shirt.

“Just because someone says it, it won’t become true. And I really want you to see yourself as a hardworking, talented and pure person as you are.” He rubs her back in reassurance. “And there’s only love filled in your products.” He kisses her tear stained cheek. “Alright?”

She nods, turning her head to the side, pressing a kiss on his cheek. His heart skips a beat, feeling the softness of her lips and the little “thank you, Baek.”

“Anything for you.” He smiles, booping her red nose with his finger. “Can you do one thing for me?”

Her eyes narrow in suspicion. “I don’t think so.”

“Just once. Can you show me what that customer said?”

She pushes his chest, leaning back. “No.”

“Please, baby.” He slips his hand under her shirt, enjoying her body shiver under his touch. “I won’t do anything.” The lie slips easily.

“Not believing you even one bit.” She climbs down his lap, disappearing into the kitchen. He follows her. She puts the chicken soup back in the microwave, heating it. “I was doing great in handling it and you appeared out of nowhere.”

Grabbing a tissue he passes it to her. She wipes her runny nose. “Tell me Mr.Byun, to what do I owe this pleasure of meeting you?”

He shrugs. “Missing my favorite girl.” He peppers kisses on her neck, running his nose along the length. “Why are you so pretty?”

She folds her hands and gives a blank look. “Dude I have a runny nose, red eyes and my hair is a mess.”

He laughs, pinching her waist. “Don’t call me dude.” He runs his eyes over her face, “still pretty for me.” He kisses the tip of her nose. “So, chicken soup.”

She tilts her head to the side, “yeah..? Are you giving up on that customer? Just like that?”

He shrugs. “Just like that.” He rubs the side of her stomach, “chicken soup, please. I’m hungry.” He grabs the bowls from the cabinet.

Setting up the bowls on the table he excuses himself. Once he is out of her eyesight he unlocks her mobile and goes through her dms. He notes down the customer details and sets back her phone on the couch.

And he remembers someone else.

“Do you remember anyone looking at you creepily or trying something weird?”

She sets the soup pot, drags her chair out. “You?” She blinks up at him innocently.

“Cute. But no.” He deadpans.

“I tried.” She giggles. “No one is creepy.” She tilts her head, “I don’t even go out. So,” she scratches her head, “you again?”

He flicks her forehead before sitting beside her. “Stop trying to be cheeky.” She doesn’t even know that creepy elevator guy existed. Just like he thought.

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[dilxcc]

hii could u do baekhyun headcanons too omg HSKSJSJ

boyfriend!baekhyun headcanon

baekhyun x reader

a/n this is so short im sorry...

boyfriend!baekhyun is definitely clingy. you cannot tell me otherwise.

i think his love language is act of service seeing how he works hard to please eris (this is only what i think)

he likes making you happy for sure

but sorry not sorry, eris comes first.

though he would try to spend more time with you (hes a workaholic guys)

i think hes very sweet when it comes to you

would buy you flowers if he did anything wrong (or buy anything you like)

also movie nights!!!!

you cannot skip your movie nights with him

dating him is like dating a child.

because i think, when you ignore him, he will act petty and ignore you back

ends up apologizing to you when YOU ignore him back again.

when it comes to jealousy, i think hes not too jealous

he doesnt mind you being friends with anyone (just tell him if youre going out with someone)

i really think he likes holding your hand

even when youre going to bed, he would hold your hand

i think dating him would be like a dream (but there would be nightmares bcs hes an idol and all)

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[kyoongboxi]

Faith —

[Baekhyun AU]

Summary; A night to remember when you finally got to tell him how do you feel about you and him in the past after you finally found out as well that he is the one

Pairing; Baekhyun x Reader

Genre; fluff, romance, a bit of sexual intercourse

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"Let me tell you.. Something. Something that I want to tell from long ago.. And now glad I found the right time"

It was midnight, around 2 a.m in the morning to be exact. The rain is falling softly outside your apartment from hours ago. Adding to the fact that its like a paid actor paired with a dim lights inside your apartment as well as the TV muffled sounds mixed into one. Your soft spoken words along with the soft strokes of your fingers against his hair caused the man getting more sleepier than ever.

"What is it?" Baekhyun managed to answer with both of his eyes still closed. He was currently laying on your lap against the couch. Both of you just finished a movie night. Your first movie night ever as a family. Your first movie night ever as a somebody which tied up into a vow with each other.

He still has the white hair and he was wearing your favorite top. A simple black t-shirt that emphasize his broad shoulder with a small rose printed on the left paired with a white sweatpants. You swore you told him to change the color of his sweatpants before the movie night started because with the color white, you could easily spotted his boner but he said he didn't want to change with a laugh find its way into his lips.

"You are my last crush ever back then in middle school. I thought you're just the same with other guy but it turned out you were different" You spoke again softly. Ready to start the story as you keep your eyes directed to him. Oh he was the perfect man ever and you were so lucky that the man with his devilishly handsome features just had his matching ring with the woman who was now talking to him in the middle of the night.

"Just that?" This time, it was his chance to react. Baekhyun chuckles as he turned his head to the side. He had both of his arms circled around your waist, to nuzzles closer against your belly. Enjoying the warmth that makes him wanna sleep right away.

"Middle school passed, high school passed.. College passed. But you never leave my head ever since. Even when there's another guy that caught my eyes, my interest.. And you showed up in my dream right away as if you're telling me 'Nah I'm not gonna let you forget about me for the sake of other guy'"

"It was.. Pretty crazy. I was suffering because of that" You continued. "I was doing my best to let you go because I know you have a pretty girlfriend that you like to brag on your Instastory. You both have the same hobby.. And hell my heart was a bit broken everytime I clicked your Instastory"

"I even went to see a psychiatrist— and a priest. You won't believe me about this one" You were half laughing when you said that because it was hilarious thinking you have been bewitched by him to find that you're actually his soulmate.

Baekhyun raise his head to see you as both of your eyes met. "You went to a psychiatrist? Because of me?"

You nodded. Pushing his head back to your lap again using your palm as you broke his stare and staring against the TV instead. "Will you believe me that you always terrorize me in my dream even though I'm not thinking about you at all when I'm awake? It was hell, Baekhyun. I remember I was currently finishing my thesis but— I don't know it might sounds like I'm obsessed with you"

"But I swear.. I'm not. I know my place, I know who am I because you have a girlfriend back then anyway. I don't wanna be the reason of your broke up so I keep silent."

"Hey" A soft tap on your jaw caused you to look into his direction. Baekhyun is no longer on your lap. He sat straight next to you with his slightly messy hair-revealed forehead. "I'm sorry for what happened to you sweetheart"

He has your fingers intertwined with his. Softly grazing your wedding ring as he stare into it. "I'm sorry that my handsomeness causing you to suffer"

You swore you could see his cheeky smile as the words rolled out his tongue so you pulled your fingers away to slap his chest. His laughter filled the room and he can't resist to pull you over into his lap. You immediately hugged him right away, hiding your face in the crook of his neck. Both of you stays like that in a such position for a while. You nestled comfortably against his lap along his warm embrace. Baekhyun's finger neakily make his way under your hoodie. Noticing that you didn't wear any a piece of clothing underneath.

"Wait" You pulled your head from his neck to face him in the face. His gaze towards you was full of emotions. Love and adoration.

"What's wrong?"

"Do you think I'm getting skinnier? Because my mom said so. How's my weight?" With that, you bounce up and down once, twice, thrice against his lap until he held you down by the waist to make you stop. "Stop doing that or you're gonna hate me more for wearing a white sweatpants"

You were burst out into laughing but immediately stopped when you feel something nudges your thigh. "No you're perfect just the way you are. I really love your weight on me. I'm not lying I'm being honest I swear"

A sudden flow of emotions washed over you and it caused you to feel the grieve. You're madly in love with this man. You didn't want anyone else but him and him only. So you leaned in, arms circled around his neck as you hide your face again into his neck. "I love you Byun"

"I love you too my baby" He pats your back several times under your hoodie.

"I'm not your baby. You are my baby" You murmured softly against his neck as your eyelids getting heavier everytime Baekhyun gently strokes your back.

"No I'm not your baby. You never breastfeeding me!" Baekhyun protested with a laugh. You could feel his chest vibrated because of the close proximity you were both in. Several seconds passed with a comfortable silence. You were just about to drift off into a sleep until you feel his fingertips delicately make its way into your ribcage with barely any pressure. Caused you to hums in satisfaction.

"My breasts is sore. Time of the month is coming. Don't squeeze it you pervert" You murmured again sleepily.

"Don't worry. I'll take care of you my baby. My fingers and my lips would never disappoint you" His fingertips went higher, softly stroking your skin until it arrived on your mounds. And thats how he ended up admitting he was your baby because you finally gives him what he wants.

You watch him sleepily as you stroke his hair softly. The man got both of his eyes closed and you noticed he was enjoying it too much from the way he pursed his lips along with the soft tug against it. He didn't remove your hoodie, instead he pulled it up until he can see it clearly without any piece of clothing blocked his eyesight.

'I swear this man... '

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[blu-joons]

Baby Kicks ~ Byun Baekhyun

A groan came from you as another heavy kick hit against the side of your bump, causing you plenty of discomfort. There was still no sign of Baekhyun anywhere as you shuffled around on the bed, trying your best to find a position that was comfortable for both you and your baby too.

You wanted to call out to him, but you had no energy to try and get Baekhyun’s attention. All you could do was wait, hearing his footsteps coming up the stairs a few moments later, eyes immediately landing on your uncomfortable expression.

“Are you alright?” Baekhyun asked you as he picked up his pace, walking as fast as he could into the bedroom. “Are you in pain?” He then asked you as he placed his water bottle down.

Your hand tapped against the side of your bump to let him know where to be, with Baekhyun immediately taking a seat down beside you on the bed. His hand rested where yours was, feeling around for a few moments until he felt a surprisingly tough kick, looking at you with surprise on his face.

“Are they kicking?” Baekhyun chuckled, feeling a few gentler kicks soon follow after their first. “I love how that feels,” he whispered, never quite getting used to it.

“It’s alright for you, you’re not the one that’s getting kicked,” you joked in reply to him.

A weak smile formed on Baekhyun’s face as you spoke, reminding himself of how difficult some of your baby’s kicks were for you. You had lost count of your sleepless nights or early morning rises because of your baby getting restless and kicking about in your bump.

“Can I get you anything to make it more comfortable for you if they’re having a little wriggle in there?” Baekhyun quizzed, resting his hand against the top of your bump, keeping his eyes firmly on you as you rested.

“Maybe you could just tell them to stop?” You continued to tease, never failing to impress Baekhyun with how positively you tried to look at even the more difficult moments in pregnancy.

Although you told him that you were fine, Baekhyun still studied you for a few more moments. “I can get a cushion to place under your back,” he suggested, thinking of any little thing that would help, but your head shook appreciatively at all of his ideas.

If there was one thing that had surprised you about Baekhyun whilst you were pregnant, it was how attentive he was. He had been working less and at home more, and almost glued to your side pretty much whenever he could be in order to help you out and support you.

You knew why he loved being near you, as he hated missing anything. He loved to feel as many kicks and wriggles as possible that he could enjoy and smile at.

“Maybe I could sing to the baby, that might get them to settle,” Baekhyun then suggested, watching your eyes flicker across in his direction. He knew that it was a weakness of yours, listening to Baekhyun sing was something that you never tired of, and you knew was something that you baby seemed to enjoy too.

As he kept staring across at you, waiting for an answer from you, you couldn’t help but chuckle. “If you sing, you’re singing for the baby, not for me,” you tried to defend, leaving him with no choice but to agree to do it.

Baekhyun’s eyes rolled as you left him with no choice but to agree with you. “I can’t wait for this baby to come so that you can stop using them to guilt trip me into doing absolutely anything for you Y/N.”

Your shoulders shrugged innocently, “I’m just saying that I’m sure that our baby would like to hear you sing, I mean they did settle when you sang to them the other day?”

Before you knew it, Baekhyun began to sing, resting his head down as close to your bump as he possibly could. You sat in silence as you listened to him, as ever you were attentive when Baekhyun sung and in awe of just how talented he was. Once he was done, his hand rested against your bump, feeling nothing from there.

After a few moments, his eyes flickered up to look at you too. “I think it worked,” he whispered with a proud smile on his face. “How are you feeling? Are you a little more comfortable now there’s no kicks coming your way?”

Your head nodded as your hand came down to brush gently through Baekhyun’s messy fringe. He could tell from your smile that you enjoyed it more than you let onto him, you loved to try and pretend to not be interested, especially whilst you were pregnant.

“It feels a lot easier not having my body beaten black and blue by our restless baby,” you sniggered back down to him, “I don’t know where they get their strength from to be honest.”

“Excuse me, have you seen me?” Baekhyun asked you, flexing his bicep back up at you for proof.

You had to bite down on your bottom lip to stop yourself from laughing back at Baekhyun as he tensed as much as he possibly could. Between the two of you, everyone knew that you were definitely the stronger out of you both, proven time and time again.

Once he had finished proving his strength to you, Baekhyun moved his arm back down to rest it over the top of your baby bump again. His smile was wide as he didn’t feel a thing, glad that your baby was settled. As much as he loved feeling your baby’s kicks, Baekhyun was also aware of just how uncomfortable they could be for you, never wanting to enjoy the ones that hurt you too much, even if they felt funny to him.

Each time when a strong kick came, Baekhyun’s eyes looked to you straight away. As soon as he watched you cringe, he would forget about everything else and check on you, getting you absolutely anything that you needed.

The most important thing for Baekhyun was your comfort, that’s all that he wanted ever since he found out that you were pregnant. For all of his jokes and laughter, when he saw you struggling, he would be serious and right by your side until he was sure you were alright.

“Just think, they’ll be no kicks in a couple of months,” you told him.

“But then I’ll get plenty of baby cuddles instead,” he quietly chuckled, “I’ll take holding my baby over feeling them kick any day of the week.

“It’ll fly by Baek,” you told him, feeling his eyes look back up at you again, unable to help the proud and excited smile that was on his face once more.

His head nodded, feeling his stomach knot with enthusiasm. “I can’t wait to just do everything that parents do. You know that I’m going to be the best dad ever Y/N, I’ll be here for the two of you all the time.”

“I know, you’ll be the best,” you encouraged, “I’m sure our baby will know just how lucky there are.”

“I’ll make sure they know just lucky they are,” Baekhyun whispered, “mainly because they’re lucky to have you, I mean you’ve grown them perfectly so far.”

“Aside from when they kick me.”

“Aside from those rough kicks, they’re definitely perfect.”

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[kpopimaginings]

“Take it back” - Baekhyun

You and Baekhyun were sat on the sofa together, doing not much of anything and enjoying each other's company when his tummy started rumbling. He whined and slid down on the sofa.

"I want japchae," he complained.

"You know where the kitchen is," you pointed out.

"I'm too lazy," he continued to moan.

"Well, you're nearly off the sofa already," you joked.

In response he slid further down until he was laying on the floor.

"Getting up is too much effort," mumbled your pouting boyfriend. "I'm too hungry to move."

"Then you should have made food sooner, shouldn't you?"

He just lay he was and kept groaning.

"See, this is why D.O's my bias."

"Yah!" he shouted, sitting up abruptly.

"That made you move," you quipped.

"Take it back," he pouted.

"But you're annoying," you continued teasing.

Finally, Baekhyun stood up and began tickling you, eventually lying on top of you on the sofa.

"Take. It. Back," he requested between tickle assaults.

"Ok, ok, fine!" you managed to breathe out among the squeals and giggles leaving you.

"Who's your Exo bias?"

"You, Baekhyun," you told him.

"And your SuperM bias?"

"Taemin," you grinned.

As you'd expected your boyfriend proceeded to squeeze your waist making you squirm again.

"Who's your SuperM bias?" he asked again.

"Baekhyun."

"Thank you," he told you with a cheeky grin, before simply collapsing against your chest.

"Hey, Baek," you said after a moments calm and quiet.

He hummed to let you know he was listening.

"Wanna go out for food? You can get japchae without having to cook."

"Good idea," he agreed, staying laid on you for a moment longer before eventually getting up and offering you his hand.

You gratefully took it, letting him pull you to your feet so that the pair of you could get ready to head out for dinner.

NAVIGATION  |  EXO MASTERLIST  |  SUPERM MASTERLIST

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[kpopfairyland]

Baekhyun and the train ride

Baekhyun x Reader (gen!neutral)

Fluff

Drabble

a/n: pretty self indulgent... because I had a similar train ride but sadly no Baekhyun... oh well, what can you do? (apparently you can write about it)

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You ran.

Down the stairs and across the train station.

Your backpack heavy on your shoulders.

“Three minutes”, Baekhyun shouted over his shoulder. “Follow me.”

“Always”, you shouted back.

He laughed, reached with one hand behind him and offered you his hand. You kept on running, grabbing his fingers and sprinting the last meters.

The platform was full.

So full that you worried.

“Baek”, you pulled on his hand.

“I know. Just trust me.”

He guided you through the crowd. His hand steady in yours.

You looked around. So many people with sweaty faces and annoyed expressions. Were all this people planning on taking the same train? You wondered if you would fit and already saw yourself squished between people and luggage, not able to breath or move.

“It will be fine”, Baekhyun pulled you closer to him. “Stay at my side, so we don't loose each other.”

“Should we take the next one?”

“I don't think it will get better than this.”

He was probably right.

And you had no time to argue with him. 

The train pulled into the train station.

And people started to push towards it.

Luckily, you managed to get on.

Sadly, you had to stand right next to the door.

“This is not so bad”, Baekhyun smiled at you. “Just two hours, then we’re home.”

The little space you had between you two disappeared, as a man pushed his way through the crowd. You could feel the tension from the people around you. A young mother tried to calm her baby, a group old ladies were talking in low voices and throwing angry looks around, a man was opening up a can of beer.

You leaned your back against the wall as the train started driving. Your backpack was between your feet and the air around you got hotter and hotter. If only you had a cool drink, or at least a seat.

“Eyes on me”, Baekhyun whispered near your ear.

You looked up and saw him smiling. His hand was still holding yours and he started to stroke your thump with his.

“Have I ever told you, how beautiful you are?”

“Baek”, you rolled your eyes but couldn't help your smile.

“Seriously, sometimes I wonder if you are even real. Or if you are an angel that is hiding between us mere humans and one day you will leave me to go back to heaven.”

“I would never leave you”, you grinned. “I would take you with me.”

“Sounds heavenly.”

You laughed at his bad pun.

“I bet you have better trains in heaven.”

“We have no trains”, you played along. “We fly around the sky with our wings made of sugar and rainbows.”

His eyes started to twinkle. And for a moment you forgot about everything else. All you could see was Baekhyun and the way his body leaned closer to yours. Here, in the intimacy between your hearts, you felt safe, you felt like nothing could reach you because he was protecting you.

“And what is an angel with sugar wings doing on a train like this?”

“Keeping you company.”

“I am honored.”

“As you should”, you nodded and crossed your arms. “If it weren't for you, I would be flying across the blue sky right now.”

“Then fly away, my little angel.”

“And leave you here alone?” you brought his hand up to your face. “Never.” His fingers were warm against your cheek. “You're my favorite travel buddy.”

He leaned his forehead against yours. “Good. I like traveling with you, too.”

The train was following a curve and someone bumped into you. With a gasp you were pushed to the side. But Baekhyun caught you and held on to you.

“I got you”, he whispered in your ear.

“You promise?”

“Always.”

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[mybiasisexo]

41 and baekhyun pls and thank you!! 💙

Cute 👓

Genre: fluff Pairing: Baekhyun x f.Reader Length: 1.2k Warnings: Sexual Implications

a/n: ngl this is just me writing down a fantasy. it is what it is lol

DRABBLE GAME | MASTERLIST

It’s the end of a long day, and you’re ready to relax and spend some quality time with your boyfriend, Baekhyun. He’s already sitting on the couch when you enter the living room. Watching whatever show he put on for you to mindlessly watch. The first thing you notice as you approach is his hair. He finished his nighttime routine before you, so it’s still damp from his early shower. He didn’t bother messing with it, so it is now drying at odd angles. His body is fitted with a silky blue pajama set, and on his face is a pair of chunky glasses.

He looks like a child, and you have to physically hold your lips together to stop the cooing threatening to come out from his presence.

He spots you and smiles. He always smiles like that when you join his side, no matter where you are, and it makes your heart melt. “Hey, Baby.”

His voice is gentle, comforting. The tone deeper because of it. It drives you crazy, and he’s probably aware of that, but his intentions aren’t to arouse.

That being said, he draws his arms back, a wordless invitation you’re too eager to oblige.

You crawl into his lap, sitting sideways so that your back leans against the armrest and your legs drape over his thighs. He closes his arms around you, one going around your back, the other resting on one of your exposed knees.

He presses a chaste kiss to your cheek before giving his attention back to the show playing. You find his profile more entertaining. He can definitely feel your wandering stare, but ignores it, getting back into the show.

Your gaze is hard to ignore completely though, and the skin on his face tints pink under your stare.

You lift a hand to the back of his head, untangling his light-colored locks, fixing the mess he has going on back there. When he’s presentable again, you start combing your fingernails over his scalp. The action has him purring like a cat, his head leaning more into your touch.

You can’t help but smile at him, continuing the movement for a bit longer. You pull your hand away eventually and he groans in disappointment.

“Those glasses make you look so cute,” you finally say, your voice lilting like you’re talking to a baby. The compliment makes him drop his head to try to hide the pleased smile on his little lips.

“You think so?” he asks softly.

You hum in agreeance. “You should wear them more often.”

He lifts his head back up to look at you, his eyes sparkling with mirth. “Maybe I will.”

“So that I can gush about how cute my boyfriend is?” You question.

He doesn’t answer. Instead, turning back to the television, playing off the affect your words have on him. You can tell he can’t get back into the show, that you’ve completely distracted him, by the way he’s blinking. His cheeks and neck bloom a lovely red, and you think you’re going to explode with how endearing he is.

You can’t help but poke his cheek. “I think it’s adorable how easily you blush.”

“Yah,” he whines, pulling away from your touch.

You chuckle and lean in more. “What’s wrong?” You feign concern.

He cuts his eyes to you. “Stop calling me cute.”

You gasp dramatically. “But how can I not? With your cute little glasses? And your cute little pout?”

“I’m not pouting,” he denies, bottom lip gutting further out. “But if I was, it wouldn’t be cute.”

“Oh?” You reposition yourself, sliding your legs over his so that you’re straddling him. He falls back onto the couch, hands instantly going to your hips, squeezing them gently.

You cup his face, holding it so that he can’t avoid your gaze.

“That’s too bad,” you purr. “Because you’re my cute baby. My pretty boy.”

A grunt leaves those red lips of his and you feel him twitch underneath you. “Why did I kind of like that?” He mutters to himself.

A sly grin grows on your face that he notices with slight fear in those shiny eyes of his.

“I know you did,” you whisper. Slowly, you close the distance between you both, brushing your nose and lips against his. “I felt you.”

He gulps. Rarely do you take a dominate role in your relationship. Actually, this is the first time. Baekhyun’s a bit overwhelmed by the role reversal. His eyebrows are raised in surprise, his breathing becoming more ragged with anticipation.

You tease him a bit more, rubbing his lips with your own, the tip of your tongue curling over the sweet flesh. You finally kiss him when you feel his body shaking with need. It’s sultry and slightly vulgar. All teeth and tongue, languidly twirling together. There is no rush, no pressure for anything more even though you both know that’s where this is leading to, especially with him growing more turned on with every swipe of your wet muscle.

He pulls away suddenly, holding you back as he falls into the couch again. His features have grown mischievous as he takes in the way your pupils have blown out.

“You should reward me,” he says with his now husky voice. “For being so cute.”

“A reward?” You repeat and he nods. You play along, tilting your head curiously. “And how exactly should I do that?”

“I can think of a few things,” he pushes, pulling your hips forward to grind against the hard bulge in his pajama bottoms.

The action draws a moan from him, and you bite your lip. “I do need to hear more of those pretty moans leave your mouth.”

“Yeah?” He lets out in a breath. You’ve started trailing kisses down his jaw, his neck, his chest. Unbuttoning his shirt to continue your journey south, consuming every inch revealed to you. You slide down to your knees, and lean up at him between his legs. He takes you in hungrily, loving this view more than you’ll ever know. Little does he know, you do too. You lean against his knee as you lose yourself in the art he is. That pouty mouth of his has fallen open as he struggles to breath, his exposed chest slightly heaving, those glasses that are the reason you’re here in the first place askew on his nose.

Your man is cute, indeed.

“What?” He asks, grinning self-consciously as you continue to stare at him.

You shake your head, both as an answer for him as well as clearing your head. “I love you is all.”

A new layer of blush coats his face, but he doesn’t avert his gaze like had been doing before. Instead, he bends down so that your faces are level, and lifts up your chin with his finger. “I love you too.”

He gives you a quick kiss and leans against the couch again, expectantly. There is nothing ‘cute’ about him any longer, even with the crooked glasses. No. Now he only exudes manliness. His shoulders suddenly broader, the features of his blushless face sharper with lust, the silent demand in his glittery eyes causing saliva to flood your mouth. You fight the urge to swallow, knowing you’ll be making good use of it.

Not wasting any more time, you go for the band of his pajamas.

His quiet groans fill the room as his head falls against the couch, his back arching as you give him the reward he deserves.

And, god, is it cute.

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[hugs2doie]

now playing — amusement park by baekhyun

“shall we go to the ferris wheel or would you like the roller coaster better?” haechan asked as you two walked towards the entrance of the amusement park, hand in hand.

amusement park dates were your favorite; you and haechan came here once in a while to completely be carefree just a few moments and enjoy each others’ presence.

“roller coaster? then the ferris wheel.” and so you did.

“baby let’s get ice cream!” haechan said excitedly when he saw an ice cream stand that was close to an empty bench, after you two hopped off the ferris wheel. “what flavor would you like?”

after you both got your ice creams, you sat down on the bed and begun talking about life, well, mostly you went on a rant, (and it was kinda weird cause it’s always haechan who does that.) while haechan listened to every word you said while keeping eye-contacts with you, as he spoke here and there.

“we need to go to the haunted house!” haechan said after you both were done with your ice creams & with talking. “you sure? i think you’re gonna get a little scared there, no?” you playfully said, but you knew it was true.

haechan being the one with his ego touching a skyscraper, didn’t even hesitate to reply. “me?! you gotta watch out for yourself, you’ll be clinging to me the whole time.” he scoffed and said confidently.

so here you one again, hand in hand, inside the haunted house, one clinging to another and oh! would you look at that? it’s haechan clinging onto you and screaming on top of his lungs! surprise. but it was fun so you enjoyed it. (especially when you two went to the merry-go-round, and you got a forehead kiss from him.)

but honestly, no matter how much rides you went on, how much ice cream you ate, how much haunted houses you got jumpscared on, haechan was there, you enjoyed everything you did with him, he lit up your world so easily,

haechan is your amusement park.

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[aqupistau]

— ☕️ⸯⸯ : g-docs chatroom﹙bbh﹚

warning: profanity

genres & trope: fluff, crack, and university!AU

pairing: byun baekhyun x gn!reader

word count: 0.89k (edited)

synopsis. an anonymous chinchilla has accessed the document.

An Anonymous Chinchilla has accessed the document.

"Who the actual fuck is with me in Google docs 3 in the morning?" You spat out loud, hair put up in a messy bun, and your wrists feeling like it would joint out of its socket any minute now. Being in the last years of high school wasn't lax like what you think it would be. Pressure of choosing the right course for college, financial plans for the future, you were in between the joys of high school and the dreaded phase of adulthood.

Currently, you were doing final editing and proofreading of the research paper of your assigned group, a work done by the group leader. Your group was a bit decent based on participation and team dynamic compared to others in the class, so there were times you suffered and times that you were a-okay, but they were never like you in terms of work ethic. You were active at night, you loved that everyone was asleep in the house, everything was quiet, and you could do anything without being spoken to in the middle of the night so who is this anonymous chinchilla in your document?

You brush your hands from the crumbs of your midnight snack and type on your keyboard on the chat room in the document.

Y/N: Who are you?

Anonymous Chinchilla: hi group leader! ( ≧∀≦)ノ

Their message and yours are sent at the same time and you flick an eyebrow up in curiosity. Emoticons? Who uses emoticons these days? Was it the assistant group leader? Or the one who hasn't finalized their part yet? No, that's too unlikely.

Anonymous Chinchilla: oh right, i'm baekhyun hehe. sorry, i didn't use my university acc to open this document (・＿・; i'm currently outside so i'm only using my phone (^人^)

Oh, it's Byun Baekhyun. That class clown, that noisy guy from the back rows of the classroom. He was, thankfully, a decent guy in your research group. Had a lot of questions, participative, consulted for your thoughts on his works, and would do their parts before their assigned deadline. Basically, the dream groupmate, but he never struck you as someone who was a night-owl. Although the more curious part of this is why would he be outside? Like outside of your house stalker scenario or outside of his house?

Y/N: …Why are you outside at 3 in the morning?

Anonymous Chinchilla: buying and eating midnight snacks hehe. i typically do this like 3x a week? but i'm currently frequenting the convenience store nowadays bcuz of research (||￣^￣||)

He's the oversharer type. How cute.

Y/N: Oh, I understand.

Anonymous Chinchilla: u're so stiff when you talk group leader just like irl ㅋㅋㅋ

Y/N: Sorry, I like my spelling and grammar right.

He takes a while to answer, and the three dots of him typing finally appear.

Anonymous Chinchilla: r u attacking me rn group leader? (;´д｀)

Y/N: No, please, I didn't mean it to insult you. It's just my habit when writing.

Anonymous Chinchilla: huhu, that's good. i thought u didn't like me or sumn but you can still understand my slangs right? i want to talk to u properly (ノ∀≦。)ノ

You snicker, a bit of your fatigue disappearing from your new entertainment. He's a fun guy, at least, and a good groupmate too. You haven't had a real conversation with him, nor anyone in your group too, so this was really fun and new for you.

Y/N: Your choices of emoticons are funny|

You take a while to send your message, contemplating if you should add emoticons just like what he does, just because. You decide to pick an emoticon that you can still remember.

Y/N: Your choices of emoticons are funny. XD

Anonymous Chinchilla: what is that…

Anonymous Chinchilla: is that the ancient laughing emoticon?

Anonymous Chinchilla: you're using boomer emoticons group leader HAHAHAHAH LMAO

How dare he. You were trying your best to make him feel included and he compares you to a boomer.

Anonymous Chinchilla: sorry, that was rlly cute. (≧∀≦*) i just had to.

Y/N: Yeah, right.

Anonymous Chinchilla: OH NO.

Anonymous Chinchilla: PLS I'M SORRY GROUP LEADER

Anonymous Chinchilla: I WON'T MAKE FUN OF YOUR CHOICE OF EMOTICONS AGAIN PLS DONT BE MAD !! ヽ(illﾟдﾟ)ﾉ

Anonymous Chinchilla: (*´Д`*)!! (⊃ Д)⊃≡ﾟ ﾟ(ﾟДﾟ≡ﾟДﾟ)ﾞ?

"Pfft—" You let out a laugh, no signs that you'd even be done any minute now. You hold your stomach as it starts to ache to the point your body warns you of the lack of oxygen and too much air coming out of your lungs, your hand smacking anything it lands on and claps enthusiastically like a happy trained seal. "Seriously, his choice of emoticons are hilarious. It's almost like I can hear and see him talking," While you were laughing your ass out loud and trying (yet failing) to calm yourself down, Baekhyun spams the chatroom anxiously.

Anonymous Chinchilla: group leader :"<<< im sorry pls forgive me. i just wanted to talk to you for once since you were always so occupied when i see you (/o＼)(/´△`＼) ○|￣|＿○|￣|＿ o(；д；o)

Anonymous Chinchilla: group leader?

Anonymous Chinchilla: group leaderrrr????

Anonymous Chinchilla: y/n??? (T0T)

You wipe tears of joy from your eyes and cheeks, exhaling out a sigh as a finale for your fit of laughter, and finally put your fingers on the keyboard, typing—

Y/N: I'm sorry for not replying. I had a hard time typing because you're so easy to tease HAHAH

Y/N: Thank you for making my night though =) You're very funny, Baekhyun.

And he takes a bit longer to reply after your message. What's wrong? Was he already on his way home? Was there no service in his area already? But he's still in an active status in the document.

Anonymous Chinchilla: what…what was that group leader… stop it, you're making my heart flutter (*/□＼*)

"This guy, really." You chuckle and take a bite of your bowl of chips beside the keyboard. You wondered why you haven't tried to have a real interaction with him before? You weren't aware that you didn't act approachable as a person, but you knew you were very hands-on as a leader.

Anonymous Chinchilla: oh! i have to get home now, group leader! are there any things you would like me to work on the research today? im willing to sleep late tonight even if we have classes later

Anonymous Chinchilla: (*・・)σo(ﾟ▽＾)ﾉ

Y/N: Nothing at the moment. We have a peer evaluation later with other groups from other classes in the afternoon so…

Why not be friends with him?

Anonymous Chinchilla: sooo????

Y/N: Are you fine if you can tag along with me later?

Anonymous Chinchilla: oh. my. god.

Anonymous Chinchilla: YES OFC

Anonymous Chinchilla: PLS LET ME ACCOMPANY U \( ´∀`)/~~

Anonymous Chinchilla: I WILL DO MY BEST GROUP LEADER (^–^)＼

He's very likable, you thought. Very easy to read and also expressive, for what you've seen. There are some cases where online and real-life people have different personas, but this didn't mind you. Unlike you, who has the same personality both online and in real life, you don't know if you'll be encountering the same Baekhyun you chatted right now. Even so, this conversation was enough for you to have the courage to approach him and befriend him later. You sincerely hoped you could be good friends with him.

Y/N: Okay. Have a good night, Baekhyun. Go back home safe =)

Anonymous Chinchilla: you too, group leader! good night ( ^-^)ノ∠※。.:*:・'°☆ wishing you a good sleep hehe

Anonymous Chinchilla: see you later in class! (^o^)／~~

The Anonymous Chinchilla has left the document.

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[peachesvanilla]

Dancing with a stranger

description: A red string binds soulmates together, it never breaks or cut or dies down. In a world of pure love and hookups, what if your soulmate turns out to be the person you least expected? What if that person is your professor? Amidst desperation and constant reminder of the red string tying them together, will it get its happy ending or ends up in chaos or worst, with a hook up.

pairings: Baekhyun x reader (a surprise pairing if there's gonna be another part)

genres: angst, soulmate au, professor!Baekhyun, student!reader, age gap

warnings: unedited

taglist: @archernarbeta

part-1

I thought pain was getting scolded by my parents till high school, getting low grades till now. Failing in classes, falling behind everyone is the worst thing one can imagine, no, I can imagine. Never once have I thought that waking up one day to find out I won’t ever get my happy ending will feel like the world crashing.

If soulmates aren’t bound to be one then why are they soulmates? Why will there be a red string attached like a dreaded reminder? 

Ten year old me dreamt of holding hands with my soulmate after reading the fairy tale and walking into the happy ending just like the two soulmates in the story. Red string wrapping around us, air filled with magic, happiness and love. 

Fifteen year old me dreamt of crashing into him and falling into his arms like my parents. Maybe seal the divine meeting with a kiss. Perfect meet. One for the books. 

But as imaginative and hopeful one can be, life always throws you off track. Before him every pain I went through falls short. It ain’t even a single scratch compared to getting ignored by him. 

“Aren’t you coming to class?” Hyejin asks once again, concern written all over her face. “I know what you are going through but,” she holds my arm, “you can’t abandon everything. You need to pass his course to get into another semester.” 

I break away from her touch, sucking in a deep breath. “Yeah. I’ll come.” My voice breaks no matter how hard I try to act strong. It doesn’t matter anymore. He doesn’t care and now I don’t either. Going to the class must get easier now since a month has passed. I can sit in the class, look at him and not feel like dying. I haven’t known him for twenty one years and I can live without him for another forty. 

Hyejin perks up from getting a positive response. “Really? For real you are going to come into the class with me?” She holds my hand again, a bounce in her legs. “Thank god, I am so worried seeing you pine on him for weeks. I am happy you are getting back on track.”

I nod and she continues giving pep talk. “He ain’t that..” she trails off scratching her temple, “hotshot for you to waste your time on?” 

I snort, who is she kidding? There must be millions of girls ready to give up their soulmates if they can be with him. Even if it’s for only a single day. The girls in his cabin in the pretence of doubts but to just gawk at him some more. 

I flip onto my stomach away from Hyejin, blinking my tears away. The red string glows up the brightest it has ever been. I hate you. 

—

Fellow students standing outside the classroom gasps beside me, cupping their mouths and eyes shining brighter than the sun. I follow their gaze only to end up shattering all the courage I piled up. Mr.Byun is walking down the hallway, streaks of midday sunlight falling on him through the windows bringing out his fierce features more. Sharp eyes trained straight on the classroom, hair perfectly styled yet his authoritative steps makes a strand fall out onto his forehead. 

Hyejin groans and I look down at my shoes, dirt at the edges. We are different. Different age, different world and different perspectives. I can’t do this. I need to go. 

Mr.Byun walks past us before I can slip away and reminds us, “class is starting.”

I turn around and leave. Not today. Some other day I’ll be indifferent to everything about him. 

The red string around my little finger glows brighter, the string stretching more and more as the distance between us grows further. 

I read about the reason behind the sudden glow on the internet after yesterday’s sudden glow. It happens when the other person is thinking about you, not just a mere thought but borderline obsessed. 

I stop in my tracks, staring at it. Why? Why does he think about me when he doesn't even pay attention? It’s the second time. If only I can cut it off or tear it off or make it disappear then the pain will be less. There won’t be any hopes rising. His existence won’t hurt as much. 

—

“You can’t mop around your entire life!” Hyejin slams my room door open. It hits my wall, rattling the photo frames hung on it. “Do you think you are the only one going through it? Getting rejected by the soulmate is so common that the government had to set up campaigns and promote the benefits of being with soulmates.”

I flip over to my right side covering my duvet till my head. I can’t have another day spent listening to her giving a lecture. I already had enough from my parents. 

“God! I can’t with you.” She huffs, dragging my duvet away. “Wake up for fuck’s sake.” 

“Language!” My mother screams from the living room. 

She bites on her tongue before dropping on top of me. I groan under her weight. “You should consider yourself lucky, what if you went into the relationship and broke it off because he can’t understand your jokes due to the age difference. Who wants an old man anyway?”

“Get off.” I shove her to the side and bury myself deeper into the duvet. “We are destined to be, Hyejin. Do you know what that means? Even if he doesn’t know current trends, he will understand what I am feeling, what I am saying and what I,” I sit up, the duvet falling off my head. “am going through. The pain, the heartbreak, everything, everything. I know he knows what I am feeling now and what I want,” I raise my little finger, “because this doesn’t stop glowing.”

Hyejin's face softens, holding my hand she strokes my palm tenderly. “But baby, I heard it goes two ways. You are thinking about him too aren't you? That might be—”

“No.” I shake her hand off me, “you don’t understand. It's not one way. I know he wants to be with me. If not why would he be waiting till now? He could have hooked up with someone,  anyone. He can have girls with a snap of his fingers. But he didn’t.”

Hyejin flinches, averting her eyes away from me. “About that,” she sucks in a deep breath, “this isn’t confirmed but some student claimed that she saw Mr.Byun kissing some woman last saturday.”

“W-wha..” My lips quiver, tears falling down in an endless stream blurring my vision. “I-I do-don’t.. what?” 

She holds my palm pressing it firmly. “And,” her eyes soften as she says, “he wants you to meet him tomorrow.”

It’s too much. Everything is hitting me at once. Finding him, rejection, kissing another girl, wanting to meet. What is he really thinking? I close my eyes, sucking in a long breath. Is there any hope? I don’t think there will be any left. What if he meets me tomorrow and finds me attractive even a little, causing him to change his mind? But he is kissing someone else. That isn’t confirmed yet. 

I clutch my head, too many thoughts, and yet can’t come to one conclusion. Is he, is he playing with me? What if the rumour is true? It hasn’t been that long and yet he is looking for hookups? Does age play that important role? It’s not like I’m an underage girl. 

“You need not have to go.” Hyejin breaks in my train wreck of thoughts, saving me. “You can skip and just bear with him for two more months and we will be done with the semester.”

“I need to think about it.” 

“You don’t have to push yourself.” She pats my hair down. “Just move on from him and,” she points her thumb at my computer, “stop searching for soulmate reconciliation stories. Everyone’s different.” 

I nod not really listening to her. Should I meet him or not? 

—

I pace around the hallway, biting my nails while sneaking anxious glances at the closed cabin door. The cabin area is eerily silent today, amplifying the sound of my heart beat. What if he changed he is not there or worse what if he is occupied with some other girl. 

The door to his cabin opens up with a squeak, startling me out of my anxieties. “Come in.” Mr. Byun leaves the door open, not before his eyes run all over my face. Did his eyes turn droopier than they have already been. 

He sits on the edge of the table, clasping his hands on his lap. His shoulders sagged, a small smile on his pink lips and bags under his eyes. His entire room smells of a mix of vanilla and something stronger than the delicate vanilla.  

“Have a seat.” He pushes the chair beside his legs, patiently waiting for me. 

I settle down on the chair, waiting for him to speak. Please be good news. Tell me you are going to be my man. Please. Please, I beg fate with my entire heart in utter desperation. 

Mr.Byun gives a painful half smile like he heard my prayers. “How are you doing?” 

The unimpressed thin line of his lips, his jumpy attention from me to the door leaves me with scenarios bugging my mind. Why is he constantly looking at the door? Does he want me to leave already? Or is he scared someone might walk in? 

The thought alone leaves a sour taste in my mouth, my chest feels stuffy and my heart doesn’t slow down for a second. I clutch the chair handle in hopes of some support will help me in staying still and not lose my sight and ball up. 

Mr.Byun frowns at my hand holding the handle, he chews on his lower lip. “Are you okay?”

“Why did you want to meet me, Mr.Byun?” I level my voice, straightening up and faking my confidence. I can’t let him see more of my pathetic state than I already displayed the last few days. 

He blinks in surprise, opens his mouth and closes a few times. He sighs, his shoulders slouching and addresses the main reason he called me in for. “I felt like a jerk after treating you harshly when I.. when we…” his eyes fall on his pinky finger, the red string comes to life, to the other end wrapped around mine, “found out.” 

His voice falls to a whisper like sharing a secret even the walls shouldn’t hear. My heart tears a little on the edges. 

“Only then?” I raise my chin, looking straight in his eyes. “What about now?” 

He averts his attention to the wall behind me. “You need to understand me too, kiddo. We are like years apart,” he flails his hands around lost in explanation, “I wasn’t expecting this, more like, you to be my partner.”

My heart tears more and more with every word leaving his mouth. 

He gasps realising his true feelings slipped out. “I-I.. didn’t mean it in a bad way. I just read somewhere that fate pairs people who complement each other.”

He slides down from the table, his thigh brushes my arm in the process. My heart tingles at the touch, a wave of calmness spreads across me, my shivering hands pause. I close my eyes feeling the peace even for a second. 

I opened my eyes, surprised to see him standing close to me, staring at my hand. He shifts from one leg to another, cupping his mouth with one hand and holding his waist in another. Did he feel the same too? 

Will he feel a little different about me now? 

Mr.Byun walks away from me, running his hands through his perfectly styled hair. “We don’t complement each other.” 

I stare at his back, the tips of his hair poking his neck, the hints of broad shoulders when he flexes his hand, the perfectly tailored suit to his body proportions. No matter how I look at him, he is the one filling every check of the person I imagined my soulmate to be. 

“We don’t.” I lied. 

He doesn’t say anything and just stands near the door of his cabin. I dip my head, a few tears fall onto my lap. This is the end, isn’t it? He wants to have the last talk and end everything. 

“We can’t be together,” his voice is barely a whisper. “We are standing on opposite sides, kiddo, we can’t ever cross our paths.” He turns to me, leaning on the door. “This isn’t meant to be. We aren’t meant to be.” 

I nod. 

“I hope you find someone with whom you can live happily, without any constraints.” Please stop talking. “You can find love outside too. There are so many who did.” 

“That’s for me to decide, Mr.Byun.” I draw the line. 

“Yeah, yeah.” He rubs his nape, “yeah. I… wish you happiness. And please attend the classes and submit assignments. Extra credit assignments won’t be of any help anymore considering your score now.” 

I nod. 

“Do you have anything to say?” 

I stared at the side of his neck which became visible from his movements. “Cover your hickeys.” 

I pick my bag and march to the door. He gulps. “Move.” I ordered. He does. “Asshole.” Tears cascaded down my cheeks and didn't stop till I reached home. 

That night I decided to erase the line I have drawn around me. I sent a text to my friend. 

Wanna go clubbing? 

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[writemekpop]

Home Alone | Kim Jongin (Kai)

Summary: Your husband Kai accuses you of not trusting him with your baby daughter.  

Genre: New parents AU, domestic, angsty, house hubby Kai

Word Count: 0.8k

You were trying to balance the dangerous job of straightening your hair while buttoning up a onesie for your one-year-old. The hot blades wavered ever closer to the soft blue cotton.

That was when you got the call. You threw down the phone. “My mother’s sick! She can’t take Jasmine!”

Your husband Kai sprang up. He had been kneeling on the floor, building a house of cards in the pristine emptiness of the living room you had just cleaned. The house collapsed with a sigh.

“I’ve got to leave,” you groaned, lifting your baby daughter Jasmine into your arms. “Hey Jazzy, have you ever been to a board meeting before?”

The baby giggled.

Kai stepped forward, running his hands through his disheveled hair. “Hey, I can take her!” He frowned. “It’s not like I’ve never looked after Jazz.” He paused, his face falling blank. “Actually… you have never asked me to look after Jazz. How come?”  

Your heart rate was increasing just hearing his words. Everything came into sharp focus. Kai’s odd combination of Hawaiian shorts, a silk shirt and flip-flops. The cigarette butts still smouldering in the ashtray on the balcony he thought you didn’t know about.

The sound of your phone alarm, titled, LEAVE THE HOUSE BITCH, began to buzz like an angry wasp in your ear.  

“Um, yes, sweetie, of course I want you to look after Jasmine, it’s just-“ you scrambled for a lie. “You’re… too… busy! I don’t want to get the way of your fancy actor work!”

He frowned. “But baby, you know shooting hasn’t started yet.”  

You needed a better excuse. “But your lines. You have to learn them. I would rather than die than keep you away from your lines.”

You could almost hear the drone of the station announcer: “Last call for the 8:05 train. Last call…”  

Kai grinned in disbelief. “You’re saying I can’t look after Jazz… because I have to read a script?” He frowned. “Do you not trust me to look after our daughter?”

“Oh, Kai.” You squeezed your temples. “I don’t have time for this. Fine You want the truth?. No, I don’t trust you with my child.”

“Our child.” Kai scoffed. “And you can’t say that! How could you?”

You gestured to the pigsty that was the apartment. “You’re irresponsible. You’re untidy. You’re out partying every night-“

You were about to say more, but you stopped yourself. Some things were too true to say. Everybody deserved a few lies to cling onto.

Kai sighed, and you hated how well he knew you. “Go on. Say what you’re thinking.”  

You sighed. “Oh… and acting is not a real job!”

Kai bit his lip, pain flashing over his handsome features. “So, what was your big plan? Keep her from me for the next eighteen years?  

You tried to deny it, but fell silent when you saw the pain in his eyes. “N-not eighteen. Maybe… ten.”

And suddenly, you felt like an awful person. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean it. You- you’re a great father, you just… don’t have the skills yet to look after her. The knowledge.”

Kai sighed. His voice was very quiet. “I know that she naps between eleven and one. I know that Fuzzy is her favourite toy. I know that she can’t sleep on her tummy, or drink cow’s milk, or have too many baths.”

“How did you…” you started. “I read those parenting books that you aways leave lying around,” Kai said, crossing his arms.

You stepped towards him, smoothing your hands over his face. “I had no idea…”

You pressed your lips to his, and in the shape of his firm body, his scent, you almost lost yourself.

Kai gently pulled away, crooning, “Go. As much as I’d like you to stay, your genius is needed at a board meeting. I’ve got her.”

You smiled, picking up your bags. “Okay. But I am FaceTiming you in an hour. Every hour, actually.”

Kai grinned, that lopsided grin that made you giddy when you were still nineteen and an extra on some unknown TV show. You may have given up on acting, but you never gave up on the boy of your dreams.

You left a little piece of your heart with Kai and Jasmine, then shrugged on your blazer and stepped out into the brightening morning light.  

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[blu-joons]

Imitation Game ~ Byun Baekhyun

Your eyebrows furrowed in confusion as Baekhyun walked into the kitchen, holding onto his hip as he limped slightly, with you immediately fearing the worst as he came home from the studio.

“Please don’t tell me that you’ve injured yourself again,” you sighed, sliding off of the stool that you sat on and making your way across to pull a chair out for Baekhyun to sit on.

As you walked across, Baekhyun’s eyes were on your hands. As ever, you had one on your baby bump, but your other was pressed against your hip too as you tried to ease the spot of pain that had been making you suffer for the past couple of weeks in your pregnancy.

Baekhyun sat down as soon as you pulled out a chair for him, biting down on his bottom lip as he sat down. You hobbled back across to where you were sat once he was up, watching his hands move to press against his tummy.

“Have you got any thoughts for what you want for dinner?” You asked, “if you’re injured then we can have whatever you want to make you feel better?”

His head nodded in reply to you as he thought for a moment. Whilst you waited for Baekhyun’s reply, you brought your hands forward and rested them against your bump, almost identical to where Baekhyun’s hands were on his tummy.

As he looked around the kitchen, an idea popped into Baekhyun’s head, chuckling to himself as your eyes looked across to him.

“I was thinking about maybe ordering in a pizza,” he suggested, “something really spicy with as many chillies as possible.”

“Really?” You groaned back across to him, “I’ve eaten enough spicy pizzas with all of these cravings to last me a lifetime whilst pregnant?”

His head nodded back at you, refusing to change his mind. Your shoulders dropped as you realised how stubborn his eyes were too, surprised that Baekhyun was willing to order it for dinner considering how often he declined whenever you offered a piece to him.

“Are you going to eat any of it?” You asked Baekhyun, wanting to be absolutely sure.

His head still nodded, leaving you confused. You didn’t want to argue with him whilst he recovered from whatever the problem was, picking up your phone to start ordering.

“Do you want anything else whilst we wait for food?” You asked Baekhyun, leaving your phone open on the menu whilst you checked on him.

“There is one thing that you could do whilst we wait, I really fancy a massage.”

You continued to look at Baekhyun with a perplexed expression, shaking your head across at him. As his smile grew, so did your suspicion, beginning to wonder what was going on with him.

“Are you really injured?” You quizzed, sceptically looking at him.

“Why would you say such a thing?” Baekhyun gasped, “whenever your bump gives you pain in your hip, I don’t doubt you.”

Your eyes widened as you began to piece together all of the little things that Baekhyun had done since he got home. The way he had pain in his hip, how he wanted to order something that you had craved, how he begged for a massage just like you always did from him whenever you were in too much pain.

“Are you mocking me?” You enquired, staring across at Baekhyun, “you’re just getting your own back for all of the things that I do to you?”

“I might be,” Baekhyun innocently smiled, “I wanted to see how long it would take for you to notice me doing all of the things that you’ve been doing whilst you’re pregnant.”

You leant across the table and hit against Baekhyun’s arm, finally giving him a reason to really be in pain. His expression widened as you did so, but your shoulders shrugged back at him, knowing that it was the least that he deserved for imitating you.

“Maybe we should still order this pizza,” you told him, “if you really want to imitate me, then we might as well do it properly.”

Baekhyun’s head immediately shook, uttering several apologies across at you. Panic hit him hard as he realised what you were up to, watching as your hand started to scroll through the menu as if you were still ordering whilst Baekhyun was imitating you.

“I’ll cook for you,” Baekhyun told you, reaching across the table to hide your phone, “maybe we shouldn’t order pizza, that was a bad idea.”

Your head shook back across to him, “I still have a bit of a craving for it, and you obviously would quite like to order it for dinner too, you said so, didn’t you?”

“I made a mistake; I couldn’t think of anything worse for dinner.”

As Baekhyun took your phone and placed it into your pocket, you knew that you had gotten under his skin. He was terrified of having to have the pizza, having watched you in disgust as you ate it for most of your pregnancy. Just the smell was off putting for him let alone actually having to sit and eat it too.

“I shouldn’t have imitated you, I’m sorry,” Baekhyun repeated again and again. “I’ll cook and I’ll even give you a massage after dinner too if the bump is troubling you. I won’t even moan about having to give you one too.”

“You really don’t want the pizza, do you?”

“I’ll cook whatever you want,” he told you, letting you know just how much he didn’t want for you to order. For Baekhyun to cook was rare, but he was willing to do just about everything to make it up to you for imitating you.

On the other side of the table, you were quite enjoying watching Baekhyun beg for your understanding, knowing that you could wind him up plenty with this.

“I’ll let you off with the cooking as long as you promise not to imitate me again,” you warned Baekhyun, “and as long as you hurry up and give me my phone back too, I promise that I won’t order anything on it.”

“I’m sorry for imitating you,” he replied, “but you shouldn’t make it so easy for me to be able to pick up on all of your habits whilst you’re pregnant.”

You shot a glare across at Baekhyun as he still managed to pass comment, bringing him to apologise to you again. Reluctantly, he took your phone out of his pocket and passed it back across to you, watching as you pressed the home button on your phone.

Your head shook at how panicked his eyes still were, chuckling away to yourself. You were never going to admit it to Baekhyun, but you were pretty impressed by how well he had managed to pick up on all of the little things that you do.

“What do we do for dinner now? I might not be injured, but I am still hungry,” Baekhyun frowned, resting his head down against the top of the table.

“How about we order something?” You asked, watching his eyes glance across at you. “And I promise that we won’t order in any pizza.”

“I think that’s a good idea,” Baekhyun mused, “I’ll order it, I should pay to apologise for being so harsh to you earlier.”

“Do I get to pick what we have though? I mean I am pregnant after all.”

“You can’t guilt me with that one Y/N!”

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Helloooooo how are you?💓 May I ask for something? Baekhyun and s/o are friends + flirting with each other for a while. Someday baekhyun kiss her and she shocked because of happines but she cried saying "you stole my first kiss" some misunderstanding 🤣 fluffy things 🥺🥺🥺🥺

pairing: byun baekhyun x reader word count: 390 genre: fluffy and a bit of angst warnings: reader has never been kissed a/n: hi, anon! i'm fine, what about you? thank you for requesting, i hope you like it <3

baekhyun smiled brightly at you as he pulled back from the kiss. it was only a peck, but it meant more to him than he could explain.

his childish like smile faded slowly as he met your shocked eyes, lips parted as you stared back at him.

"are you okay?", baekhyun asked, voice filled with worry. "did i... did i hurt you?"

his confusion and concern turned into shock as well, as he watched your eyes get blurry with tears.

"y/n...", he called you, meaning to touch you but stopping mid-action. "what did i do? i-i'm sorry, i just..."

"you... you s-stole my first kiss?", you whispered at him, genuinely questioning as you couldn't believe that just happened.

baekhyun frowned, leaning towards you. "what?"

"y-you kissed me", you said, feeling a lonely tear running down your face. "you just stole my first kiss."

"oh my gosh... it was your first kiss?"

baekhyun freaked out when you nodded, covering his mouth with both hands.

"i'm so sorry! oh my god, i-i didn't know it!", he groaned. "please, forgive me, y/n... i would never do this if i knew that it was your first kiss, i mean, i guess i should have asked for your permission, right? shit, i'm sorry if i disrespected you, it wasn't my intention. w-we have been flirting for so long now and i thought that mayb-"

you grabbed baekhyun by his shirt suddenly, pulling him into you and crashing your lips on his once again. this time though, you allowed yourself to experience new things, letting baekhyun control the kiss and even go as far as enter your mouth with his tongue.

baekhyun grabbed your face, caressing your tears away, and holding you with such delicacy that warmed your heart. he took his time with you, only pulling away when he felt his lungs burning for air.

then, baekhyun rested his forehead against yours, sighing with a huge smile on his face.

"please, don't scare me like that again", he pleaded, making you laugh.

"i wasn't messing with you. it truly was my first kiss", you explained, cheeks blushing. "but i'm... i'm glad it was with you."

baekhyun smiled proudly at that. "i'm gonna give you years worth of kisses now, just watch me."

and with that, he kissed you again, and again, and again...

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