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cyberexo · 1 year

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S I R E N PT 1 | Byun Baekhyun x Fem Reader

“What the hell are you?”

word count: 4.2K

warning: may include 18/21+ scenes that are not suitable for minors.

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"Ahh it's been a while since we've gotten time to get away like this," Jongin sighed out as he threw himself onto the soft king sized bed, smiling in content at the comforting feeling, "I can just stay here forever"

It's been a while since the boys had finally gotten some time off stage and away from their schedule without the staff or cameras invading every corner of their life for "entertainment" but finally for a change there was going to be none of that, just them and mother nature. All alone on this private island and minds empty of worries and thoughts of work.

Baekhyun only hummed in response, lying face down on the lethally soft bed, he was too tired to vocally express his content, almost deceased with exhaustion. They've all just arrived at their temporary vacation home, it was late and as much as he wanted to wander around the house and explore every corner, he knew he'd be too exhausted to seize the whole day tomorrow, plus it was late so his best deal was to sleep off the jet lag anyway.

Jongin chuckled at his dozing off friend, getting up to leave the room, leaving Baekhyun behind to rest properly while he went on to see what the rest were doing.

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The next morning everyone was up early, loudly discussing what they wanted to do with all the free time they had for the next two weeks over breakfast, "Let's collect shells!", pausing their rather chaotic discussion they all turned to the source of such a lousy suggestion, "Out of everything that we can do Baekhyun, you want to collect shells?" Kyungsoo interrogated, "I like shells!" he defended.

Everyone just shook their head while giggling at the childish activity he wished to partake in, "Let's play in the ocean together first and I'll collect shells with you?" Chanyeol offered, not wanting to see Baekhyun wandering on his own all grumpy.

"Fine," Baekhyun puffed, tuning in to listen to whatever everyone else was talking about whilst he finished the rest of his breakfast.

I'm going to collect as many as I can and stash them in Kyungsoos' bedding, Baekhyun evily thought before taking himself and his dishes to the sink to rinse off.

Sooner or later everyone headed out to the beach, some laid down to tan, others were in the water splashing one another or floating around in the cool water. Chanyeol dunked himself into the water, stealthily making his way over to baekhyun, being able to spot him easily from his red swimming trunks, as soon as he was within arms reach he quickly grabbed onto both of his legs before pulling him down.

Baekhyun could barely manage the most unmanly scream before he was fully submerged into the water, the sound of the boys laughing muffled, his eyes adjusted to his surroundings as he looked for chanyeol who was already at the surface, as if he didn't do anything.

Imitating his friends actions, he swam over to him, and just as he was about to return the favour, something glowing in the corner of his eye caught his attention. Quickly but not quickly enough, he twisted his body to see what it was, he managed to make out something swimming away in the distance despite how blurry his vision was under water, it was too big for a normal fish and too little for anything as such as a shark, before he could investigate any further he felt a pair of arms pull him up to the surface.

"I hope you weren't planning on dying down there," Minseok playfully commentated, letting go of Baekhyun who was busy catching his breath but still deep in thought.

Maybe I was just imagining things, he silently concluded to himself. "There was just a really interesting fish," he managed to say, "And that scream I let out earlier, I don't want to hear about it!" he quickly changed the topic, making an empty threat in case anyone starts to poke fun at his not so manly moment.

"Till today I couldn't think of anything that could be louder than our fans, thank you for showing me that there is!" Suho shouted from the shore, making everyone else around him laugh, Baekhyun let out a fake cry before dunking himself back into the cool waters.

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Everyone was sat in the living room snacking away whilst playing board games or just talking, Baekhyun sat scrolling through his phone trying to find something entertaining but he couldn't, of course normally he'd stick to his favourite webtoons and since he hasn't had time to read in a while he was sure there'd be a lot to catch up on however, the thought of going through a bunch of webtoons and remembering so many different plots exhausted him.

He settled his phone down, looking around to see who was occupied with what, none of the activities seemed that exciting to him, so he got up on his feet announcing he was going on a evening walk just in case anyone starts wondering.

"Don't go too far," Suho called out after him, the motherly instincts spread warmth through his chest, "I'll lay some shells down just in case I do wander off," he assured.

And that he did, he walked an awful lot of distance in such little time. He wasn't sure of what he was trying to get away from or what he was trying to find. Whatever it was that he saw when chanyeol pulled him under water was definitely not just his imagination. It's been eating at him all day

He was far enough from where everyone else was, no longer able to hear the faint sound of shouting and laughter. He watched the last of the sunset disappear into darkness, the only thing lighting up his path was the full moon. Baekhyun softly smiled, closing his eyes to savour the feeling, he walked over to a mount of rocks, submerging his feet into the shallow water beneath him, trying to find a rock with less rougher edges to sit on as he admired the way the ocean shifted from the left to the right.

He couldn't stop thinking about the mysterious swimming creature he caught a glimpse of. Sighing, he started to play with whatever shells he had left in his hand, "Maybe it really was just a fish," he surrendered. He didn't even know why he was questioning it so much, it was the ocean for gods' sake.

He closed his eyes once again, taking in the feeling of the cold breeze of the night engulfing his figure.

"Some pretty shells you got there," a voice spoke, tone almost seductive, which immediately pulled Baekhyun out of his trance, eyes wondering everywhere to find out where the voice emitted from, the darkness didn’t really help much but he didn't have to scan around for too long before his eyes landed on a woman, she looked around his age, hair wet and some strands clung to her face, her eyes wide with curiosity and the way she shone under the moonlight almost made Baekhyun evaporate right there and then, it all happened in a matter of seconds, realising there was a half naked woman staring at him and god knows where she came from.

Baekhyun was a little too quick to get up on his feet, he lost his balance, landing himself in the shallow water below him in the process. Quickly, he recomposed himself, brushing his wet hair away from his eyes as he tried leaning away opposite the mysterious woman who started giggling at his startled state. He rubbed his eyes, trying to get the salty water out of them so he could get a proper look at her.

“Who are you?! How did you find me?!” he started interrogating the woman, “Aren’t you going to ask for my name first?” she remained calm, a smile gracing her face, “I’m Y/N.”

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Baekhyun couldn't believe it, he was convinced that he somehow managed to pass out as he was walking around and all of this must be some sort of realistic dream he was having. But no, it was all very much real. He stared you down, eyes travelling from your exotic features to what seemed like a fishes tail, admiring how it glowed in the dark water, an electric blue, but it was all too much for him to process at once. You couldn't blame him of course, he was just a mere human being taught to not believe in this sort of stuff, that you were just a fantasy.

"What the hell are you?"

His words were harsh, but his eyes and tone weren't, "A Siren," you casually answered in a tone that suggested it should've been an obvious answer he could achieve on his own. There was a moment of silence before he spoke up again, "Was that you this morning, by the reef?" he questioned again, his voice lowering itself with each syllable. "Yeah, seemed like you were having a lot of fun," you said, slightly bitter at how much company he had compared to yourself, "But now, it's my turn,"

With a sly smirk on your face, you moved closer to him, Baekhyun tried to back away but he was up against a rock so not much was in his favour, if he went the other way he'd be out in the open water, your home.

"What are you doing?" he stuttered out, eyes diverting left and right trying to muster up and plan of some sort, "You're not going to kill me are you-"

"That's only going to happen if you try to kill me," you countered, now much closer to him, allowing your hand to travel up his torso, memorising every crevice and detail. His suspicion was unmistaken though, normally you would enthral the men you come across on the island before you drag them to the pit of the ocean, but you were willing to spare the man in front of you, his features were too delicate for you to not savour him.

With the way your nude chest was on full display for him under the moonlight and shimmering stars, your hair wet and the way it clung to your glistening skin was enchanting, his body temperature rising didn’t go unnoticed by you, the tension building up under the garments of his pants, and that handsome face of his, he was for sure a healing sight for sore eyes.

Baekhyun didn't dare move, for a couple of seconds you stopped your movements and looked up to meet his eyes, faces only millimetres apart, none of it felt real, a creature as beautiful as you that he'd only see in fairytales or in the movies he'd watch, he'd even make up his own fantasy in his own head afterwards of what it would be like if such mythical creatures existed.

This is my chance, he silently thought to himself, slowly lifting his hand to place on the nape of your cold neck, bringing you closer to him, both knowing what was the intent behind his brave gesture, your eyes fluttered closed waiting for that magical connection.

"Baekhyun!"

The sudden echo of his name being called out ripped you out of his touch and sent you back into the pitch black waters, it all happened way too quick for Baekhyun to realise, a disappointed groan leaving his lips, he even considered swimming after you but he knew better than that.

He stood up on his feet hurriedly trying to get around the mount of rocks around him, looking back to try and catch a glimpse of you, for it could be the last time he'd ever see you. To his dismay, you were long gone by now. He continued to drag his soaked body to where the voices of his friends were coming from.

“He’s over there!” squinting his eyes to see who it was coming towards him, he could make out Sehuns’ slender figure approaching him with a slight jog, making him roll his eyes in annoyance. “Where on earth- why are you all wet bro?” Sehun questioned his older friend, getting a 360 look at him to see if he was possibly hurt or not, “I accidentally slipped off one of the rocks over there,” pointing towards the mount where the both of you were about to share an intimate moment.

“Are you okay? you must be freezing!” Suho chimed in, finally catching up to Sehuns’ long legs with the rest of the crew. “I’m good, really, I just want to sleep,” Baekhyun grumpily announced, still very much annoyed by their sudden disturbance.

Why do they always have to ruin everything, that’s my job!

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Baekhyun tossed and turned for the majority of the night, it's been a couple of days since his up close & personal encounter with you and he hasn't caught a single glimpse of you since, always going back to the same spot where you met during the day and night. There was only a week left before he had to go back to his busy city life, and he wasn't ready to leave just yet at least not without seeing you one more time.

It was hard to keep his head straight and pay attention to what and who was around him, he was a lot less playful & witty during group activities, your existence completely threw him off his game, and the desire you two shared for each other that night was unmistakable, it frustrated him, the frequent familiar tension building up ever so frequently between his legs every time he’d remember the sight of you, his own hand wasn’t enough, he needed more. He needed you. He knew from then no other woman back home would ever come close to you. He hated how he was feeling, and hated himself for letting you get away so easily but he came around to understand, he may have been somewhat calm when it came to seeing a real life, man eating siren. Who knows how the rest would have reacted.

They definitely wouldn't have been welcoming, he concluded.

Baekhyun of course hadn't uttered a single word about you, even though it low-key killed him to keep you all to himself it also gave him an out of this world adrenaline rush, you were his mythical dirty secret, and he wouldn't have it any other way.

Most of his friends noticed his odd behaviour but decided against questioning him, concluding he may still not have been able to shake off work stress completely, especially since the ending of their two week vacation was coming to an end soon but really he was just working up different plans to try and lure you in.

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You knew Baekhyun was coming back multiple times through the day and sometimes at night just to see you again, you'd watch him through the water, admiring how his eyes scanned over the waters to try and catch a glimpse of you even if it was just for a second.

While you enjoyed how desperate he was becoming you just couldn't give him what he wanted, at least not for a little time, you weren't the only siren down there and it was risky for you to disappear to the same reef everyday, the rest would get too suspicious and knowing them, they'd 100% follow you but that wasn't even the worst that could happen. If they caught you with Baekhyun they may not even give you time state your reasons before they'd pull him into the waters and you doubt he'd have a slight chance of getting out alive.

So for the past couple of days you've been hiding out by a different corner on the island, far enough from their villa and far enough for Baekhyun to doubt you'd even be. Once a siren emerges out of the water and onto dry land, their tail starts to shed away, uncovering the unused legs beneath, and the unused organs in between.

For Baekhyun you literally learnt how to walk, at least you think you learnt properly, you mostly focused on keeping your balance, assuming Baekhyun would be willing to keep you up and supported once he acknowledges what efforts you've been putting in to be closer to him.

This was very out of character for you, learning how to walk... for a man? it was a laughable cause for anyone of your kind. Normally you wouldn't even obtain a name before you pulled them down to the core of the earth, and how did you know Baekhyuns' name without asking? his friends could wake up the entire hidden city below with how loud their voices were, or maybe it was just your 50 mile radius hearing? nevertheless catching his name wasn't exactly a mission.

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Baekhyun carried out his day like nothing was wrong, laughing along with his friends and making jokes like he normally would, which was a huge relief for them, finally he could relish in the feeling he was there for, but really the reason as to why he was there changed a long time ago.

Of course one of the reasons why was because today he was sure he was going to see you again, talk to you again, and maybe even having your skin finally meet. He made a plan with himself during his sleepless nights, how he'd lure you in and allow himself to indulge in the erotic fantasy that was you.

As the day stretched on, Baekhyuns' excitement and eagerness grew, he was psyched. For the first time in forever he tagged along with Minseok to work out which was very unusual behaviour from Baekhyun but Minseok payed him no thought, enjoying the company for once. Baekhyun followed through with Minseoks' workout routine, even though he felt like the world was caving in on him, he pushed himself to achieve the best muscle definition he could muster, all being in the name to lure you in.

Sooner or later the evening arrived, gathering around the table to share a meal together, Baekhyun made a mental note to not eat so much that he would bloat, that wasn't the look he was going for tonight. Faking his interest in whatever Lay was babbling about and laughing at Suhos' & Minseoks' dad jokes that made zero fucking sense, time was going too slow, he just felt like bolting into the water and pull you out by the tail, the thought alone made him lose it, spitting out his drink all over Chanyeol, uncontrollably laughing at the impulsive thought.

"Okay man, the joke wasn't that funny," Kai interjected his obnoxious laughter, "What are you really losing your shit over?" Chanyeol pushed whilst laughing lightly but also slightly disgusted, as he was still trying to get Baekhyuns' drink and spit off his face. To their dismay, Baekhyun said nothing but continued to laugh instead, leaving them with puzzled expressions.

Soon his laugher died down, the rest of his friends still staring at him dumbfounded at his state, "You're acting like you've never seen me laugh" Baekhyun expressed, wiping away the tears that formed at the corner of his eyes. "We have seen you laugh before, just not like THAT." Sehun replied, "So, let us in on the joke!" Chen exclaimed, making the rest nod their heads eagerly wanting to know what could possibly be that funny.

"Nothing! I just imagined something," which wasn't exactly a lie, "I'd like to keep my weird imagery to myself thank you very much." he ended, earning a couple of eye rolls while diverting their attention back to their food, "Of course it would be something weird, whatever it was I'm sure the pope wouldn't even be able to cleanse you of such," Kyungsoo commentated whilst shaking his head, "Anyway Lay, you were saying?" they all continued to tune back into their conversations, Baekhyun taking it as a good time to wrap up his own meal time.

He finally settled into bed, as did everyone else but he wasn't planning on sleeping, he stayed up waiting out every single one of his friends so he could save himself the scenario of being bothered when he eventually left the villa to sought out what he planned on doing.

It wasn't that cold tonight, the wind was warm but not the gross type where it's all humid and you get all sweaty. Beakhyun slipped out of his bed, going to make one final check of everyone being knocked out before he went back to his room to change out of his clothes, making sure to keep quiet as he was sharing the room with Kai, who was knocked out like a baby. He Slipped out of his pjs in exchanged for some black swimming trunks, ones that slightly clung to his legs but not so much that it made him uncomfortable.

He grabbed his phone for some extra lighting, taking one last look at his sleeping roomie before quietly sneaking out of the room and out of the villa.

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You were already at the mount of rocks since the afternoon, hoping for Baekhyun to show himself, but unfortunately he hadn't, and right when you thought about leaving and coming back tomorrow instead, you heard the faint sounds of someone's feet kicking through the sand.

That must be him.

Bitter at how much you had been waiting for him you lurched yourself back into the water, close enough to see him but not close enough for him to see you. Sooner or later, he was standing between the mount of rocks, your breath hitched as you scanned his body.

His lean figure was humbly sculpted, the valleys and crevices of his lean muscle even deeper than before, you rolled your eyes with a smirk tugging at your lips. Must be his way of trying to lure me in, you figured, the way his shorts hugged his thighs perfectly almost made you drool, and his hair- he had such beautiful hair you were almost envious of this mere human. As much as you wanted to throw yourself at him you held yourself back making him wait a little longer.

It didn’t take you that long to catch the flashlight of his phone, pulling yourself into the water just a little more, he paired his voice with his search device, calling your name out. He wasn’t really loud, he knew you could hear him but he still felt obliged to go up an octave.

At this point I’m just torturing the both of us.

Slowly you made your way back up to the surface, your emergence was quiet, it took him a couple of seconds to catch your eyes. A faint gasp escaping his mouth, the way you appeared so quietly was almost eerie to him. However, despite your own eagerness you remained quiet, eyes staring into his waiting for him to speak. He did call out for you after all.

"Y/N.." he barely managed a whisper, turning his phone off and placing it on the sand, away from the water. He didn't expect you to appear this quickly. You merely hummed in response, siren eyes piercing through his but he just stood there unable to form the words, it was like the first time he saw you, playfully rolling your eyes you said, "You know your silence is kind of rude, calling out for me while I was busy sorting out some business," you teased, sheepishly smiling up at him, putting your sharp canines on display for him.

"So that's why you appeared so quickly huh, because you were "busy"" he snapped back in the same teasing tone, you said nothing but shoot a rope of seaweed towards him, too fast for him to react, locking it around his wrist before pulling him into the water with you.

"Okay i'm sorry please don't eat me!" he exclaimed, making you loudly laugh, hands quickly flying to your mouth to muffle your sounds of joy so no one else could hear you. Soon he started to laugh too, slightly embarrassed by his naive outburst. Your joined laughter soon died down before you started nudging him towards the land so he wouldn’t freeze to death, “I can keep up with you I don’t need to be on the sand-“ “I’ll join you,”

Baekhyun looked at you dumbfounded with a slight concern in his eyes, “But you need water don’t you?” you continued to stay quiet, ignoring his calls of staying in the water instead. His protests were short lived once you were behind him, fully on land. He watched how your tail started to slowly shed off from top to bottom freeing your nude lower body.

He could see everything.

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part 2

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wolveswithblackpearls · 5 months

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When the nights get cold

genre: angst, hurt/comfort, dog hybrid!baekhyun x reader (if romantic or not is up for interpretation)

cw: nightmares, feelings of panic and anxiety, laboratory/hospital setting in the first half, violence mention, abuse mention (non-sexual), medical experiments mention

word count: ~1.6k

a/n: hey there @vampwrrr - 'tis me, your secret santa (find me @starchild--27, I am Admin S on here ^-^) and i come bearing gifts, hehe :D i did a little mix of all the things we talked about the last few months with what you promted for your gift, so i hope you have fun reading this little one-shot i came up with! i, for one, had lots of fun with it xD gave me a chance to dive into unknown waters here - i never wrote anything in this setting before!

finally, a big thank you @exols-silver-christmas for hosting yet another year of exo-l secret santa. it takes a lot to organize all this so i am, as always, very thankful that we can enjoy this event again this year. i can't wait to see all the creative things everyone came up with! <3

~ Admin S

Baekhyun woke up feeling uncomfortable. It was the rough fabric of the hospital gown against his skin. It was the cold metal chain that ran tightly over his face. It was the darkness and the penetrating smell of disinfectant. He hated it all. So much he just wanted to fall asleep again. But the bed had no pillow and no blanket, and he was freezing too much to fall asleep again.

I am back.

The thought slowly settled in his mind, exhaustion and resignation putting a dull feeling in his chest. He had been here before, in “The Clinic” as the people here liked to call it. But he knew that clinics are to help people that are hurt. And this place did the exact opposite. This place was a lab. And he had been created here. From some scraps of DNA the doctors had collected and altered.

Baekhyun didn’t know the specifics of how the lab worked, how they got the resources they needed, what the purpose of it all was. And he wasn’t sure if he even wanted to know. And while the question of “why” was a huge mystery to Baekhyun, the goal of The Clinic was quite clear. They wanted to create a new species. They were breeding hybrids. And Baekhyun was one of those.

Raised under constant probing and testing for the first couple years of his life, then put in a shelter with other hybrids to be socialized and later to be sold. And even then, there was no escaping The Clinic. There were regular checkups and tests the hybrids had to undergo, even after being bought.

Baekhyun crouched on the cold bed, thoughts racing. Why was he here again? Why didn’t he remember how he got here? Why didn’t he remember what had happened before he fell asleep? Anxiously, his tail wrapped around his legs while he rested his chin on his right knee and he realized how helpless he was. He didn’t know what to do, how to get out. Damn, he didn’t even know what year it was.

Goosebumps spread over his skin. This was the most scared he had felt in a long while. It reminded him of when he was still a puppy that hadn’t known anything but the lab. Even back then, when he was entirely disoriented, he knew this was not a good place. He might not have understood it back then but he had felt distinctly that this place was harming him.

The utter silence made Baekhyun nervous. Or was it just the lack of any hints that would indicate other alive beings close by? He didn’t know and his ears twitched restlessly, eager to pick up a sound. Any sound. Just… anything besides the sound of his own beating heart.

Baekhyun put his head between his knees and buried his hands in the hair at the back of his head, tightly shutting his eyes and praying for it all to go away. Praying that, when he released all the tension in his body, he would be at a better place, a safer place.

But Baekhyun was scared. He didn’t dare to let go, to loosen his grip on himself. Any moment without your guard up would be exploited. That’s what his years in The Clinic had taught him so painfully. He couldn’t let go. They would come and immobilize him in ways that hurt and give him medicine that made him feel sick and run tests until he passed out from exhaustion. He couldn’t let go. He couldn’t let go. He couldn't-

A blaring noise ripped through the quiet, so sudden that Baekhyun let out a bark. That never happened. But, gosh, this was an alert of some sort and Baekhyun could practically feel this horrible, booming sound vibrating in his bones.

He had to get out.

Faster than he thought his body would be ready, he scrambled off the bed. The floor was unbelievably cold against his bare feet, but he started running towards the exit anyway. He pulled harshly and opened the door just far enough so he could slip through and out in the long, white hallway that was rhythmically illuminated in deep red from the flaring warning light. Baekhyun didn’t have time to look around more, he just bolted into a random direction. All he wanted was to get away from this room, but as soon as he had started running down the hallway, he started to hear steps behind him. Fast. Running.

He peaked. It was the nurses. Their skin-tight, white uniforms had them look like they were clones themselves. They might as well have been. There was no way of knowing what else was going on in The Clinic - and if there was a way, Baekhyun didn’t want to know it, wanted to be as far away as possible from that way.

When he heard the nurses’ steps accelerating, Baekhyun ran even faster. He had not expected to have enough strength for that. His sight got blurry and his cheeks were getting wet. He could tell by the cold feeling that bloomed where the tears were running down his face. But he couldn’t stop running. Not when there were these nurses following him. They would catch him and do God-knows-what to him and-

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Baekhyun opened his eyes so abruptly that it startled you a little, despite having tried to wake him up for the past few minutes.

He had been shaking in his sleep for a while now. You were laying next to him, waiting for this painful scene to come to a halt again but it only got worse the further the nightmare progressed. He started whimpering and yipping, making the most puppy-like noises you have ever heard from him.

You had tried to soothe him without waking him at first, started with rubbing his back and stroking his exposed arm. That usually calmed him a lot – but not this time. So you adjusted his blanket that he had kicked away from his body, letting his own warmth comfort him and, as a last resort, softly petted the wild strands of his hair. But nothing helped. When tears started running down his face, you decided it was best to wake him up and free him from whatever was going on in his head.

You had a pretty good idea what he must have been dreaming about. That was not the first time Baekhyun had suffered from these nightmares and when it got as bad as tonight, they were most likely about The Clinic. Just the thought of that place started a fire of scorching fury in your belly. They gave him pain his entire life and not even now that he got out of their grasp, he had no peace. You didn’t want to imagine the things that happened to the hybrids and other “experiments” there. Actual living beings, scientifically created there, only to-

You closed your eyes and forcefully stopped your train of thought. Your anger wouldn’t help anyone. Not right now, in the middle of the night with a scared dog hybrid sitting next to you, his messy black-and-white hair sticking out in every direction, puppy ears pressed flat against his head, whimpering quietly in the darkness as he wiped the tears from his face with shaking hands.

You took a few deep breaths and slowly so that Baekhyun wouldn’t get even more scared, wrapped your arms around his warm body from behind. And as soon as Baekhyun felt your presence, he let himself melt in your hug and shifted to rest even more comfortably in your arms, turning around to rest his head against your chest and your arms to wrap around his shoulders. Softly, you started to stroke his back again and tried to breath very calmly so Baekhyun’s irregular gasping for air would calm eventually as well.

You knew better than to confront him with questions in this situation. He needed to calm down first, realize that he is not in a dangerous situation anymore, that he is at a safe place, and he needed to take his time for that. The last thing both of you needed at this moment was another panic attack caused by Baekhyun being overwhelmed.

You lifted your eyes from the top of Baekhyun’s head and gazed towards the window. Tonight, the temperatures had dropped deep, and it had started to snow. It was always the first icy cold nights that gave Baekhyun the worst nightmares. It had something to do with the whiteness, quiet and cold that reminded him of The Clinic. It made you even more determined to create good and happy memories in the winter months with him.

You loved the winter, the crisp cold and how the first snow makes the world look like it has been put under a spell that makes everything really still and silent. It had always felt magical to you and even if Baekhyun would always feel a much greater relief when spring would finally come around, you didn’t want the nightmares to be the only thing Baekhyun remembered from winter nights. But it would take work to get there. He had been through too much. You had heard a lot about it from Baekhyun already but you weren’t sure if you knew everything yet. And if tonight’s nightmare brought up new memories that caused the dream to be especially bad this time around.

But you were certain, Baekhyun would immediately talk to you tonight. When he felt he was ready and not in shock anymore. You two would figure it all out from there. Or maybe you would just fall asleep again and figure it out tomorrow. And with Baekhyun’s breath becoming more and more even and your eyelids feeling heavier and heavier… tomorrow didn’t seem like such a bad plan.

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imaginidol · 10 months

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Kyungsoo: Recording My Thoughts Out Loud

"Could we maybe try that line again?" You speak into the small microphone that projects your voice into Kyungsoo's recording booth. He scrunches his face in annoyance, though he is not annoyed at you particularly.

"Okay, ready," he signals a thumbs-up in your direction, and you replay the soundtrack from the demo's pre-chorus.

You and Kyungsoo were currently recording his lines for one of EXO's B-sides for an upcoming comeback. The only issue was that, surprisingly, Kyungsoo wasn't performing as well as he usually did.

"I started thinking of you, but not in the same way that I used to," Kyungsoo sung, pouring his everything into the lyric. He finished, let out a grunt, and motioned for you to re-record it again.

And so, you did.

Followed by another grunt,

and one last re-recording after that.

He was flustered, and you could see it. For a moment, you watched fondly in awe as he pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose, completely focused on his own thoughts as he wrote something next to the lyric pages in front of him, quietly humming the tune of his adlibs in strive of perfection.

At this point, you weren't even sure if keeping him to record so late at night was truly a mishap or a blessing in disguise.

"I don't know," he muttered into the microphone, "if this even sounds good. This line, right here. What do you think of some improv?" He bit his lower lip, then shot his eyes up to make straight and sudden eye-contact with you, which made your heart skip a heavy beat and force you out of your daydreaming.

"Oh, uhm, okay. What did you have in mind?"

He cleared his throat. "Give me a few minutes, let me try to figure something out," he smiled once he got your approval.

Once again, you found yourself secretly admiring the sight of a deep-in-thought Kyungsoo humming different harmonizations that would better suit the line he was assigned.

"Hmmm-hmmmm," you could, through your own pair of studio headphones, quietly listen into his voice as he did so.

Shit, he sounds so fucking beautiful, you thought quietly to yourself.

"Hmm, hmm, hmm," he continued on, unaware of your admiration.

I could listen to you aaallllll day, you smiled sheepishly to yourself, putting your fingers over your mouth to hide your now obvious blushing. I need to calm down, I can't be unfocused right now!

If anyone ever finds out I'm crushing badly on this fucker, I'll probably get fired or something. Maybe. I've only been here a week. I'm not about to find out.

But who knew... Kyungsoo of EXO is so unbelievably attractive... and he doesn't even try!

His quiet but thoughtful personality, matched with an angelic voice...

Fuck, I love my new job.

"Okay," he shifted his focus back to you, "I think I got it now."

You proceeded to finish recording the rest of his lines flawlessly, and his contribution certainly gave the song more of an EXO vibe than it had before.

"Okay, I'm going to look over the adlibs for the bridge, and then the outro stuff," he smiled. "One minute, please."

"You can have all of my damn time if you want it," you muttered quietly under your breath, once again enjoying the sounds of his harmonization through your headphones.

"This line..." he examined his papers, singing up a scale to slowly make his way to the high note he needed to reach.

"Come with me 'cause I need you right... nooooooooooooww!" He closed his eyes as he gracefully reached the most beautiful vocal note you'd ever possibly heard.

"You're so fucking HOT for that," you whispered into your hand, covering the stupid smile that spread vulnerably across your face.

He tried it once more, this time probably more perfect than the last, if that was even possible.

"I need an inhaler," you giggled and whispered quietly to yourself, "because this man sounds prettier than Baekhyun. Than fucking Baekhyun!"

After about ten or so minutes, you finally ended the recording session, giving Kyungsoo a big thumbs-up as you proceeded to save the computer audio files appropriately while he gathered his things in the booth to leave.

"Well done today, Kyungsoo," you said as encouragingly but also professionally as you possibly could. You were still working, after all, and had to respect him regardless of being co-workers, a fan, a mutual, or not.

"Thank you," he smiled at you, and you offered a smile back as he motioned his way to open the door for you both to exit the recording room.

"Oh," he turned to look at you, placing one hand against the doorknob, "I have a quick question."

"Sure," you looked up at him as you finished zipping up your coat.

"Do you really think I'm better than Baek?"

Your heart dropped. No wait, your face dropped first. Matter of fact, you almost nearly collapsed at the words that slipped his mouth.

"You-- what?"

"Baekhyun," he said, a gentle smile with perfect teeth now spreading curiously over his face. "And I'm hot too, apparently."

"I'm-- WHAT!?"

He let out a comfortable laugh as you felt your face redden, your palms dampening intensely, and your heart practically racing out of your chest.

"You know," he said, motioning towards the desk of the computer and pointing toward a small switch on the left center of the audio console. "This right here mutes your mic. You mute it and unmute it when you want to talk to me in the booth. I think I forgot to show you that when I went over this console's basic things, but I figured you'd find it since you're a session recorder, after all. I guess not."

Shit, you defeatedly cover your face in total embarrassment.

"I'm so sorry, Kyungsoo! I'm really taking this job seriously and I'm not some creepy crazy fan--"

"Don't worry about it," he laughed, wrapping a gentle arm around your shoulders and bringing you into a hug.

Fuck, you thought as the scent of his elegant cologne hit your face.

"I won't tell anyone," he winked, "just as long as you promise to keep doing it. But just with me."

You smiled awkwardly, nodding at his request.

Well, now he just knows what he's doing. And he's good at it.

"Let me walk you out to your car tonight."

Offering you his sweetest smile and gentlest hand to grab, he opened the door for you and, like the gentleman he was, allowed you to walk out first.

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paigedarling0506 · 8 months

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Happy Birthday

One shot Paring: BaekhyunxOC; Au: Celebrity!Au

On the evening of May 6th,

I, including our three other friends, gathered at his secondary unit outside Seoul. We planned this simple surprise party as discreetly as we could. This was almost impossible though, given how we often talked in the GC.

However, I guess it also helped that he is a widely known celebrity who is always busy with his celebrity schedules especially lately. So a very long story short, we were able to miraculously plan it well by creating a separate group chat box which we named bhbp meaning Baekhyun’s birthday party.

We were successfully able to set everything up inside his house before he came at around seven in the evening.

We were all giddy and sweating as we heard him unlock the door. As soon as he got inside his dark living room, and before he could even turn the lights on, all five of us left our hiding places and chorused on greeting him a happy birthday. Which I must note, by the looks of it, caught him off guard, as he almost made a little jump, dropping his keys on the floor.

“Fuck-” He hissed, a hand on his chest with eyes wide at us.

We all laughed at his reaction which was an indication that it was a success.

He was wearing an all-black outfit from his cap down to his shoes. His bare face, was handsome, as usual. In short, he was nothing like the celebrity Baekhyun but the one we have known since our diaper years, Byun Baekhyun.

Before he could even say another word, I stepped forward as I was holding the cake we bought for him. The candles were the only source of light amid the still-dim place.

I watched how his facial expression changed from shock to delight. The corner of his lips rose as he finally seemed to have realized what was happening when he saw the cake. We all sang the happy birthday song as we circled closely around him.

He watched and listened to us sing, looking absolutely happy. His eyes turned into beautiful crescents as he smiled widely, laughing in between the songs as Junho and Chanyeong, our male friends were purposely singing off-tuned to annoy him.

When the singing and the laughing stopped, I was the closest to him, with the cake between us. It was inevitable to meet his eyes in close proximity. I smiled at him and mouthed a silent happy birthday which received a delightful small laugh from him.

“Make a wish,” Junho told him before he could blow out the candle.

“Okay.” He nodded, as he closed his eyes for a few good seconds before blowing out the candles.

After the candles were blown, it was Junho and Mina’s phones that provided light.

“What did you wish for?” Chanyeong asked this time, standing close to Baekhyun and draping an arm over his shoulders.

“Well.” He shoved a hand inside his pants pocket and then trailed his attention on all of us, one after the other. “Nah, I’m not telling you guys.” He replied, a hint of a laugh in his tone.

“C’mon man.” Junho tried to persuade him by jokingly cupping his face with his hands. “You must tell us.”

Baekhyun laughed at what he did just as they met eye to eye. We all ended up laughing as it was just a normal sight among us.

“Fine. Promise me you won’t laugh at my wish.” He finally agreed and waited for all of us to nod before lifting a hand to his temple and scratching it. “I wished that we were all in the friendship thing forever.”

All of us fell silent. Mina and I exchanged looks before we did with the rest of the guys. Baekhyun seemed to have wondered why none of us talked. I guess because what he said moved all of us. He, being the Byun Baekhyun the world knows, seemed to have everything in life and could have wished for anything else, but still wished for our friendship to last forever.

If I was not mistaken, I saw Junho and Chanyeong’s teary eyes as they blinked. Mina also wore the same expression while I just stared back at Baekhyun. He never failed to amaze me with his humility.

“You should have made us promise not to cry instead,” Mina spoke, her mouth in a downward curve while she swiftly wiped the corners of her eyes.

It was Baekhyun’s turn to laugh at our reactions.

“But seriously guys,” He said. “You know how much you keep my sanity intact all these years. I draw a huge part of my strength from you guys.” He took a deep breath. “I can’t thank you enough for sticking by my side all this time.”

I remember all the previous times we all set a time to attend his concerts and how he consistently thanked us every single time.

“Yah.” Junho groaned, sniffling. “Who gave you the right to make us cry today? You were supposed to be the one to shed tears because it’s your birthday and not the other way around.”

“Don’t go crying on me now Kim Junho.” Baekhyun tapped Junho’s arm. “You too man,” he turned to Chanyeong.”

“Who’s crying?” Chanyeong quickly denied it as he straightened his posture. “The wind in your apartment is quite strong, it’s hurting my eyes. I suggest you check the ventilation.”

We all burst into group laughter once more due to Chanyeong’s remark.

“Okay, now. You brought some more food, didn’t you?” Baekhyun asked as he leaned closer to the cake, lifting a hand on it.

“Of course we did,” I answered, as I waited for him to taste the cake because that seemed to be what he was going to do.

“Great.” He added as he used his index finger to poke at the cake and brought it to his mouth but stopped.

We all watched him as he fell quiet. I was staring at him, wondering. Then all of a sudden, bringing me utter surprise, his finger wrapped in icing landed on my cheek.

“What the hell?” I asked, wide-eyed.

Then it happened so fast. One second we were just all standing, the next we were chasing each other in the dark as the others joined in the cake-smudging game that Baekhyun initiated.

I was still holding the remnants of the cake that I couldn’t clearly see because none of us even thought of turning the lights on. All I could hear were the random, boisterous laughs of all five of us trying to get away from each other.

I stood in the corner where I hoped no one would find me as I believed I had enough icing on my face already. I stayed there and listened to the others. I heard Mina scream as someone must have caught her. I heard Junho and Chanyeong’s voices too. I wonder where Baekhyun was.

I looked around, squinting my eyes trying to see when I felt a hand on my wrist. Surprised, I dropped what I was holding on the floor, the cake board creating a slight thud.

Though I couldn’t see anything, I knew who was standing closely next to me now. It was his scent that gave him away. It was Baekhyun.

“Don’t say a word.” I heard him whisper.

“You just did-” I replied using my normal voice but had to stop when I felt his hand cover my mouth.

Almost naturally, I made a step back and my back felt the wall behind me. What was he doing?

There was complete silence between us the next seconds the next few seconds. We listened to Mina cursing at Junho and Chanyeong on the other side of the area. We also heard footsteps everywhere as if they were looking for us.

We stayed there, standing next to each other as he finally uncovered my mouth with his hand. Yet, he was still standing very close to me. Then I remembered what he did to me earlier. I realized I had icing on my hands, so very quietly, I lifted my icing-covered hand and caressed his cheek with it.

I heard him let out a combination of a sigh and a small laugh. Even in the dark, I could perfectly imagine the reaction on his face. I had known him for too long I already memorized most of his expressions.

And then right at the same moment, the other guys finally switched the lights on which made me immediately exchange looks with the person in front of me.

A small gasp, almost a silent one, escaped my mouth when I realized that he was closer to me than I thought. One hand was leaning on the wall, specifically the spot next to my head. He wasn’t wearing any cap now which made his bare face free of access.

We heard several pairs of footsteps approaching our spot. Probably noticing the same thing, he stepped back before I had this crazy idea to apply some more icing on his other cheek using my hand. His eyebrows furrowed at my gesture. His mouth parted, probably to say something but the rest had found us.

“Hey losers,” I quickly greeted them, trying to act cool and un-panicked. “Look who I found,” I added, making sure I sounded as confident as I should.

“Woah!” Junho burst out laughing seeing Baekhyun’s face as he took his phone out and took a photo of him. “This is going straight to the group chat.”

“Park Jihee,” Mina clapped her hand. “You are something.” She gave me a pair of thumbs up.

“You mean, she’s dead,” Chanyeong spoke. “If his fangirls know what she did to his handsome face…”

“Well, it’s not like Baekhyun’s gonna share it publicly.” Mina reasoned out. “Right, Baek?”

“Now that you’ve mentioned it,” Baekhyun spoke and he took his phone from his pocket. “I think I can.”

My mind went full-on speed, thinking about what would likely happen. I already picture my future crumbling before my eyes. So, before he could even do anything with his phone, I snatched it from him and gave it to Junho.

“Why don’t you think about it first Baek, hm?” I turned to him. “Think well before you decide to destroy my life.”

“Destroy your life?” Baekhyun asked in return, stifling a laugh. I just know.

“Yes,” I answered briefly before I held his wrist and dragged him to the kitchen. “This is nothing a wet tissue can solve, right?” I told him as I started to wipe his face with a tissue, making sure to remove the icing on his face.

I was concentrating on what I was doing when I thought something flashed. I turned around and saw the three of them a few feet from us, Junho taking a photo of us.

“In case we need more proof,” Junho said as he quickly hid his phone.

“I swear if you don’t delete that photo Kim Junho.”

“Bye,” Junho uttered as he and the others left.

“You guys better start cleaning up my house,” Baekhyun told them loudly.

“Let Jihee do it!” Someone replied sounding very Junho. “She likes cleaning.”

I rolled my eyes before I turned to Baekhyun to resume wiping the icing on his other cheek.

He was already staring at me with a subtle smile on his lips.

“They want you to clean the mess we all made at my house.” He teased.

“Well, as long as you help out.”

He chuckled at my reply as I moved my hand near his eyebrow to remove the icing. I had a moment to appreciate his skin and was amazed at how good his skin was. He’s a celebrity, after all, I thought.

“You thought I’d do that?” He asked, taking my thoughts off his skin. “You thought I’d post it?”

“Well,” I suddenly became aware of what he meant. “If you did, there’s no way I could defend myself and tell the public that it was you who did it to me first,” I added as I was finally done wiping his face clean.

He let out a small laugh as he turned around. I watched him reach for the wet tissue before he got rid of the icing on my cheek as well. I had to blink my eyes a couple of times, processing what he was doing.

“I can do it,” I told him as I took the wet tissue from him. “Just go and join them first.”

“Okay, don’t start cleaning without me.” He replied, a subtle hint of a smile on his mouth.

He’s crazy. I shook my head as I smiled when he left me alone.

***

We spent the next few hours talking and drinking a bit in the living room. We were loud just, as usual, laughing and talking about just anything. Later on, we gave Baekhyun our gifts which he said wasn’t really necessary but was all smiley when he started opening the presents. Our presents were pretty simple but I could sense genuine joy from him.

I gave him a little plant in a pot from our shop.

“This is cute.” He remarked when he saw it. “Thanks, Park.” He added as he stood and placed it on the corner table.

“I should have gotten Baekhyun a whole tree,” Junho stated as we watched Baekhyun go back to his seat. “Then he would smile as wide as that because of my gift.”

“Yeah,” Mina uttered. “He seems to like Jihee’s gift the most.”

“Of course, he would,” Chanyeong spoke. “Hers is the only present that’s breathing. Ours are all dead.” He said in a matter-of-fact tone as he referred to the stuff they gave him.

“They might be dead but I’ll make sure I’d use them well,” Baekhyun told them as he finally sat in front of me.

“You should,” I answered. “Or they might start harming the poor plant.”

We all laughed once more as we went on talking again for hours. Junho, Chanyeong, and Mina were the ones who drank a lot while Baekhyun and I only drank a bit. I have a lot to do tomorrow and can’t afford to deal with a hangover. Baekhyun on the other hand has a scheduled interview tomorrow so he should be careful.

At twelve past eleven at night, the three were all sleepy and seemed to have had enough. Junho was sitting on the couch, back leaned as his head tilted to his right, eyes slightly closed. Mina was lying next to him with her head on his lap. Chanyeong on the other hand was lying flat on the floor next to the cans of beer and snacks.

“Baekhyun, best boy!” Junho exclaimed in a less energetic tone, his eyes still closed. “Happy birthday man.” He greeted once more as he managed to look at him.

“HUSH!” Mina whined as she blindly located Junho’s mouth with her hand to cover it. “You’re too loud Kim Junho. Ugh.”

Junho bit her hand which earned a groan from Mina before she reached for his ear to pull it.

“YAH.” Junho screamed.

Baekhyun and I laughed at the sight of them arguing like that before they both gave in to sleep the next second.

“You’re aware you’re friends with a bunch of crazy people right?” I reminded Baekhyun as I bent to pick up the cans of beer next to Chanyeong so he could position himself freely on the floor.

“Yeah,” He smirked. “Don’t exclude yourself though.” He added as he helped me pick the leftovers on the floor as well.

“What? I’m not crazy as you all are.” I replied as I placed the can in the garbage bag.

He let out a small laugh.

“That’s hard to believe.” He contradicted. “You remember how in 4th-grade school, you told the girls in your room that I was your boyfriend?”

I instantly froze, feeling embarrassed as I recalled that exact memory.

“Well,” I swallowed, trying to think of an excuse. “That’s because they were annoying me and I found out that they sort of have a crush on you, so I thought it was a good idea to make them jealous.”

“To the point you had to kiss me on the mouth in front of them in the cafeteria, right?”

My cheeks felt hot and almost jumped on my feet when Chanyeong sat up like a zombie who had just awakened and pointed at me.

“You kissed him???” Chanyeong asked, staring at me and Baekhyun for a good couple of seconds before he went back to sleep.

“Oh my god.” I turned around, avoiding him. “He’s scary,” I said as I moved to the kitchen to start tidying the counter.

Just when I thought, Baekhyun had forgotten what he was talking about before Chanyeong’s unexpected act, he also moved to the kitchen and stood at the other side of the counter.

“You know that was my first kiss, don’t you?”

My cheeks weren’t just hot now, they were burning.

“Imagine if I get to be asked about my first kiss and I tell them about what you did?” He was suppressing a smile as he finished.

“Don’t you dare do that Baekhyun!” I warned him with gritted teeth, pointing a fork at him as I found one.

He laughed, his head tilting up.

“Maybe if you return it, I’d think about giving you a pass.” He added with a cocky smile on his mouth.

“If you don’t stop with this nonsense, you’re gonna end up cleaning your house alone,” I told him. “And I thought you were going to help out?”

He let out another small laugh.

“I am helping out.” He said in a matter-of-fact tone before he turned around to take the garbage bag and place the empty plastic cups inside. “See?”

I could not help but smile seeing him doing the most mundane things. This side of him that probably a lot of people have not seen.

***

We finished cleaning up after an hour. It was almost 1 AM when I sat on the other couch. Baekhyun went to his room and when he came back, he had with him extra pillows and blankets. He gave Chanyeong a pillow he could use and a blanket. He also made sure Junho and Mina had blankets.

I watched him in silence. For a moment, I wished a lot of people knew this side of him. Of how he takes care of people around him. Baekhyun is such a great person, gifted with an amazing personality. No wonder he’s loved by many.

I noticed how he took his phone out of his sweatpants. It was just then I noticed that he had changed into a matching, grey, cozy sweater and sweatpants.

He took photos of our friends sleeping and I found it endearing.

“Are those going straight to the group chat too?” I asked him, taking his attention.

“No. I’m keeping them.” He replied, smiling before he lifted his phone again to take a photo of me.

“Ya.” I groaned in protest which earned a laugh from him.

He stared at me for a second before he went back to his room. When he came back once more, he was holding a white hoodie which he handed to me.

“I ran out of blankets. I hope this is okay.”

“Yeah,” I answered as I took it from him and wore it since it was indeed cold.

“First you kissed me when we were in 4th grade, and now you’re wearing my hoodie. I wonder how my fans would react if they knew about this.” He teased while I fixed the sleeves that were extra long for me.

“I’m sure I’m going to lose all the hair in my head,” I said in a matter-of-fact tone. “I’d be lucky if they spare my eyebrows.”

“What? No.” He protested. “Don’t say that. They’re nice people.”

“I hope so,” I replied as I leaned back on the couch, momentarily closing my eyes at how satisfying it felt.

His hoodie was soft and comfortable. It had that familiar smell from his fab conwhich was utterly good and relaxing.

When I opened my eyes again, he was also seated on the other side of the couch, he was massaging his temple. He seemed tired.

“You seem very busy these days,” I said. “Do you get enough rest somehow?”

“Honestly, I don’t.” He answered, letting out a small laugh at his remark. “But it’s fine.”

“Baek,” I called and waited for him to turn to me. “I know you love what you do and it’s tough but you have to make sure to take care of yourself…” I trailed off as I faced him, “I hope you get to say you’re tired when you are.”

He smiled at me.

“Thanks, Jihee.”

“But,” I just had to say. “I just want you to know that you’re great Baek, both at what you do on the screen and the very person that you are without the cameras.”

“Am I?” He tilted his head down, the corners of his mouth raising.

I nodded.

“You are.” I smiled at him. “You’re an amazing person Baekhyun,” I paused to exchange looks with him. “Probably the most amazing person I’ll ever get to know in this lifetime. You’re a great friend to me and the rest of the guys. And despite the thousands who adore you, you have never forgotten to greet us on our birthdays, you send presents even on Christmas for all of us, and you go out of your way to spend time with us when you could have just easily ditched us a long time ago.”

“Ditch you?” He scoffed. “That’s unlikely to ever happen you know that.” He momentarily looked at the others who were still soundly sleeping. “The truth is, sometimes I think about you guys getting tired of me and being the ones to ditch me instead.”

“Not after we heard your wish earlier.” I just had to laugh.

We burst out laughing.

“Thanks,”

“For what?”

“For being here,” H answered. “You have not been around for a couple of meetings since you were busy with your business but it’s great you’re here tonight.”

“It’s your birthday,” I said in a matter-of-fact tone. “I don’t have a choice.” I joked.

“Thanks for the plant by the way.”

“You better take care of it.”

“Yeah, I’m calling it Jihee.”

“Why would you name it after me?”

“Because it’s from you.” He reasoned out. “And yes, I’ll take care of her.”

I felt sleepy but just had to smile at what he said. I closed my eyes as I crossed my arms over my chest finding a comfortable position.

“Good night, Baek.” I mouthed in a sleepy voice with my eyes still closed. “Happy Birthday.”

I heard him smile.

“My birthday’s over.”

I felt my lips forming into a curve before I gave in to sleep.

***

The next morning, I thought I heard Junho’s voice.

“She is so dead.”

Who, me? I was still too sleepy to react verbally. Especially when the position I was in was undeniably comfortable.

“You’re right,” It was Mina. “No one can justify her at this point.”

I sensed a camera flash.

“Again, in case we need more proof,” Junho stated.

What are they on now? I whined in my sleep as I turned around to face the other side. Weird though, just as I adjusted my body, another body was adjusting with my position. It even felt like an arm was draped around my body.

And…I hear someone else’s breathing aside from me which I must note was utterly close I could audibly hear it.

“At this point, they’re both gonna be in trouble.” It was Chanyeong who spoke next.

Both? I thought. Wait, BOTH!? Me and…

My brain lagged for a millisecond before I finally opened my eyes and was welcomed by someone’s chest covered in a grey sweatshirt-

I looked up and saw a pair of brown orbs, already staring at me.

He somehow seemed to have just woken up just like me.

Another camera flash.

“More proof.”

It was Junho’s remark that made my brain fully function. I noticed Baekhyun’s arms holding me close to him. And some camera flashes.

“In case we need more.”

I froze. There was no way I'd choose to meet the three pairs of eyes behind me.

Why on earth was I sleeping comfortably being hugged by my friend, Byun Baekhyun?

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candescentkpop · 10 months

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Love Shot

EXO: Love Shot

Exo Part 39 / ∞

#exo love shot #exo #baekhyun #chanyeol #chen #kai #suho #D.O #xiumin #sehun #last one from love shot #bit sad they all had such low quality cause the mv is one of my faves but oh well

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flurrys-creativity · 2 years

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Could you write a yandere baekhyun and pregnant reader too please? Baekhyun dont want the baby but reader resist❄❄

You might have seen the reblog for different yandere types! I kinda tried to include all of them.... cause I couldn't decide on one... Hope you like it! Also can I call you snowflake anon? With like that emoji? ❄?

Yes baby, no baby

Pairing: Byun Baekhyun (EXO) x Fem!Reader; Genre: Yandere AU, Pregnancy AU, Established Relationship AU; Rating: nsfw, nc17; Warnings: yandere baekhyun, hints of baekhyun being manipulative, mentions of rumours, mentions of a high school break up, hints of baekhyun being violent, mentions of a pregnancy, baekhyun doing a 180 (mood-wise), cold baekhyun, slightly deranged baekhyun, mentions of an abortion, baekhyun being violent, reader getting strangled, baekhyun punching a hole into a wall, reader getting slammed into a wall, Baekhyun getting punched once...; Wordcount: 1.801

Summary: Your relationship with Baekhyun had been picture perfect until you revealed that you were pregnant. Suddenly he showed a completely different, almost psychotic, side. Would it be safe to keep the baby with him around?

Disclaimer: This is pure fiction and this doesn’t represent Baekhyun in any way except his appearance. A yandere personality is also not healthy and to stay with a person like that is just as unhealthy. Do not under any circumstances stay in a relationship like the one portrayed in this story.

A/N: The original version ends right after Baekhyun tells the reader he gets what he wants.. if you’re interested in the full yandere vibe... Please enjoy this one shot either way and tell me what you think!

You stared at your reflection in the mirror, trying to see any difference. Your hands gently cupped your lower stomach, thumbs rubbing over it in circles.

Logically, you knew you weren’t able to see any difference until later into the pregnancy but as soon as you saw the result of the test you just couldn’t help yourself. You bit on your lower lip, trying to keep your growing smile in check.

At first you had been worried and on edge as you felt nauseous almost every morning and sluggish throughout the day. When you went to the apothecary this morning, having had enough of the nausea a lady asked you whether you were pregnant or not. You hadn’t even considered that option until then.

You grinned, imagining how your eyes must have widened almost comically.

The woman told you about groups that helped young women during their pregnancy when there was nobody else around but you quickly interrupted her, telling her you had a loving boyfriend since your high school days.

You had run into Baekhyun when you were seventeen. Quite literally even. Your boyfriend back then had broken up with you due to some unfounded rumours. After the humiliation in front of all your classmates you had only been able to run away in tears, running right into Baekhyun.

He had been nothing but sweet and understanding, calming you down and listening to your woes. He had been there for you while everyone else had turned their backs. So soon enough a young love had blossomed from that little encounter.

You truly thought meeting Baekhyun was some sort of fate, since you were the happiest and felt the safest whenever you were with him. You were sure he would protect the baby just as much as he protected you.

Just like that one time the both of you had gone to the cinema to watch a movie and when you had come out again it had been quite late and dark. You had to walk a bit to Baekhyun’s car and on your way some guy had cat-called you. Baekhyun immediately had pulled you closer to his body and guided your trembling form to his car, promising to be back quickly before locking the doors. When he had come back he told you that he taught this stranger a lesson.

“Darling, I’m home!”

Baekhyun’s melodic voice pulled you out of your thoughts. You hurried towards the entrance and jumped into his arms, greeting him with a bunch of kisses all over his face. “Welcome home!”

Once Baekhyun let you back down on your feet, he wrapped his arms around you and pulled you in for a deep kiss. “How was your day? Is your nausea gone? Do you want me to do anything for you?”

You quietly shook your head and helped him out of his jacket, almost bouncing on your feet from your excitement.

Baekhyun grinned, his eyes forming crescent moons, before he pulled you into another hug. “You seem better”, he commented.

“Yeah, I went to the apothecary this morning.”

For a split second Baekhyun tensed but he quickly relaxed again and guided you into the living room. “You should have called, darling. I could have gotten you the medicine.”

“I didn’t want to bother you for such a minor task”, you admitted and sat down on the couch, smiling up at Baekhyun.

He leaned down and kissed your forehead, patting your head softly. “You’ll never bother me. Also no task is minor when it comes to you.” Baekhyun sat down next to you, grinning when you willingly crawled into his lap for more cuddles. “I even texted you throughout the morning. You didn’t reply to my last messages so I got worried and came home early.”

You rubbed your nose against his neck, taking a deep breath with his scent. “I’m sorry”, you apologised and kissed his jaw line, “I didn’t mean to worry you. I just got distracted.”

Baekhyun chuckled lowly. “What got you so distracted? You know, I don’t like to share your attention with someone else.” He squeezed your sides and playfully nibbled at your earlobe.

“Oh, I’m sure you would in this case.” You winced from Baekhyun’s sudden strong hold on your waist. When you looked up into his face, worry bubbled inside of your stomach. His eyes were distant and he stared at nothing in particular, all the colour drained from his face. “What’s wrong? Are you alright?”

Baekhyun pushed you from his lap and stood up, pacing around the living room with wide eyes and one hand covering his mouth as he muttered inaudible words.

You stood up as well, trying to get a hold of him but to no avail. “I’m pregnant, honey.” You dropped the information with no magical reveal like you had previously imagined, too worried Baekhyun would jump to the wrong conclusions. “That’s the shared attention I meant.”

He stopped in his pacing and his head turned almost mechanically towards you. “What?”

A shiver ran down your spine, hearing that cold and almost foreign voice. Still, you walked up to him and grabbed his hands with a wide smile. “You’re going to become a dad”, you said and placed his hands on your stomach. “I’m pregnant with your baby.”

Baekhyun’s gaze dropped to your stomach before he ripped his hands away from it. “No.”

You furrowed your brows in confusion, ignoring the hurt washing over your body from Baekhyun’s clear rejection. “What do you mean by ‘no’?”

“Call your doctor. You’re not getting that baby!”

“What?” You stepped back, eyes and mouth wide in shock. You automatically raised your hands to your stomach, shielding the unborn life protectively. “I won’t do that. I want this baby. I want this family. With you.” You tried to reason with Baekhyun even though your instincts told you to get the hell out of there.

You flinched the second Baekhyun punched a hole through the wall next to your head. Yet, you didn’t move away, frozen in place and staring at Baekhyun, whose face had morphed into sheer rage. His usual sweet and smiling expression almost seemed like a mask he had used all this time.

His body moved heavily up and down from his anger, his breath fanning against your bare face and neck. “You are not going to have this baby”, he almost hissed as his empty eyes bored into yours.

You swallowed harshly and bit down on your lower lip. Your hands still covered your stomach protectively. “Why?”

A squeak escaped your lips after Baekhyun grabbed your throat and pressed you against the wall behind you, slowly cutting off your airflow. Everything within you told you to struggle and fight against his hold but your fear that Baekhyun might hurt the unborn baby made you keep your hands right where they were.

“I told you”, he growled and pressed down even harder, watching how your face slowly turned red, “I don’t like to share your attention.”

“But it’s your baby”, you mouthed, immediately getting slammed into the wall by Baekhyun. You dropped to the ground as he let go of your throat, gasping greedily for air and rubbing over your throat with one hand.

“I don’t care who it is! I don’t share!” Baekhyun tilted his head to one side, his eyes imploring you. “Get rid of that thing!”

Anger filled your inside, upon hearing Baekhyun speak so low of his own baby. You glared up at him, reaching an impulsive decision. “If you don’t want that baby, you don’t want me!”

Baekhyun stilled in his motions, his eyes momentarily widening in surprise. “You know that’s not true”, he whispered and crouched down in front of you. “I wanted you even before you knew I existed. I wanted you from the moment I saw you with that excuse of a boyfriend.” He paused and looked you up and down, shortly staring at your stomach, before he locked eyes with you again. They were just as distant and cold as before but this time you saw something else in them - something dangerous, crazy even.

Baekhyun smiled, though it didn’t feel nice and welcoming. Instead an icy shiver ran down your spine.

“And what I want, I get.”

“Not this time”, you murmured more to yourself than anyone else, determination flooding your system. Before you knew it, you punched him in the face, cursing under your breath from the pain shooting through your fist. You jumped up, grabbed your phone and some money and ran out of the apartment, ignoring Baekhyun’s calls behind you.

His expression right after you punched him, haunted your mind in a constant swirl. Baekhyun looked surprised - shocked even. His hand had raised to his jaw and his eyes; his eyes showed fear for the very first time.

You took a deep breath and plopped down on a bench at your local park. You felt nauseous and pressed your hands on your stomach, taking some shaky breaths in and out. Tears welled up in your eyes and a lump formed in your throat.

This was not supposed to happen.

Your phone vibrated, pulling you back to the present and out of your gruesome thoughts. Through teary eyes you checked the ID to see Baekhyun’s photo light up the screen. You pressed his call away with a trembling finger, noticing several more missed calls.

Again your mind thought back to his expression and his eyes. Worry gnawed at your insides and you bit down on your lower lip. Even though Baekhyun reacted extremely poorly about becoming a father, part of you still loved him and his sweet side that you had lived with for all these years.

Again your phone vibrated in your hand. Your breath hitched when you accepted the call and raised the phone to your ear.

“Thank god”, Baekhyun’s worried voice came through the speaker, “I’m so sorry! Where are you, darling? Are you alright? I didn’t mean to - I’m so so sorry. Please, darling. Let me pick you up.”

“I want to keep the baby.”

“Anything, anything you want, darling. But please don’t ever leave me again. Please.” Baekhyun sounded desperate, almost frantic even while he begged you over and over again.

“You won’t try to hurt it.”

“I won’t, I won’t.”

“We’re going to be a family?”

“Yes, darling! Yes, of course! Just don’t leave me.”

You sighed deeply, thinking about his promises. “I love you”, you whispered, barely audible but Baekhyun still heard you.

A sob ripped through his throat. “I love you too, darling. I love you too. So so much.”

You started crying again, wanting nothing more than to be held and told everything would be alright again. “Can you get me?”

“I’m right there, darling. I’m right there.”

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byunbaekhyunie · 8 months

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EXO LASER TAG GAME TMRW

#SO excited my god I wanna see baekhyun snipe junmy in one shot <3

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noah-shin · 2 years

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Exo masterlist

Kim Min-seok

Nothing yet

Kim Jun-myeon

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Lay Zhang

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Byun Baek-hyun

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Kim Jong-dae

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Park Chan-yeol

Park Chanyeol - The one in the shadow

Doh Kyung-soo

Nothing yet

Kim Jong-in

Nothing yet

Oh Se-hun

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blu-joons · 2 years

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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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kokaibop · 1 year

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not to be an exol gatekeeping a damn egg tray but the reason it worked with the exos bald heads was bc antis* have been using eggs / eggso (derogatory) for ages so it made sense, with other people it just doesn't hit 🤷🏻‍♀️

#*95% of them being armies btw #sorry i have to side with twt exol on this one #you calling them eggs / eggso as an insult? for years but now that ur faves are going to the barracks we're all eggso eggtan whatever #being rly chronically online rn but i'll never get over how downright nasty and cruel and psychopatic armies have been to exo and fans duri #-ng enlistment but now they use the same jokes and coping mechanisms #AND get mad at bald jokes...... while they where literally wishing DEATH to the enlisted exos #wishing minseok got shot at the dmz mocking kyungsoo for cooking mocking baekhyun for doing public service #calling exols pro military for waiting for the exos....#now look at them !!!#yk what i AM gatekeeping the damn egg tray fuck them #tdl

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louisatfanfics · 1 year

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Sinopse: Viver em uma casa amaldiçoada foi o suficiente para Park Chanyeol sentir medo, superar o luto e conhecer o amor. Parece irônico lidar com várias emoções simultaneamente, mas tudo foi compensado por ele ter alguém ao seu lado, sendo ele o grande amor da sua vida, Byun Baekhyun. Mas, logicamente, que morar em um local conturbado não faria o seu relacionamento ser fácil, afinal, se apaixonou por um espírito e a única noite livre que ele poderia ter com o seu grande amor era no dia das bruxas e essa noite foi o suficiente para perpetuar o que sentiam no para sempre.

LINK DA HISTÓRIA: https://www.spiritfanfiction.com/historia/uma-noite-livre-com-voce-24538249

#exo fanfic #exo planet #exo #fanfic #fanfic social spirit #social spirit #chanbaek #chanbaek one shot #byun baekhyun #park chanyeol #louisat

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miastideclock · 2 years

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name playlist, darryl

anon asked:

could i please have an all kpop playlist for the name darryl, please?

of course you can, love!

D - Deepened by Brave Girls

A - Adore U by SEVENTEEN

R - Runaway by EXO

R - Rollin' by B1A4

Y - YOUNG by Loco, BAEKHYUN

L - Lipstick by SHINee

hope you liked it! feel free to request again! -bennie♡

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arthenaa · 4 months

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UN Village — roommate!mizu x f!reader

synopsis: a glimpse into the life after being 'just' roommates.

content: 18+, nsfw, gay ass sex, gay ass losers, gay gay gay, short domestic glimpses of your life with mizu as your gf slash roommate slash best friend and your cat named nora. can be read as a one shot, you and mizu call each other bon/bonnie as an endearment, she/her pronouns for both reader and mizu.

author's note: this is a compilation of the requests I received from my inbox! namely the ones requesting hcs plus nsfw parts. (to that one anon with a specific request for the nsfw part, know that ill be going along with some of your ideas! will be tweaking it a bit <3) i also have a hc that mizu is well off ... both bc of her father's hard work and that she also has a stable job despite still being in university. anys, enjoy!

parts: blurred lines, mizu as your roommate

Life as a couple wasn't all that different—a realization you've reached after observing your first few months with Mizu together. Aside from the access to overly exaggerated kisses and must-have energy-charging hugs, things were the same as they were before.

Grocery shopping on Saturdays is still a rotational thing, you cook, she cleans—sometimes when both of you feel a little too lazy to cook dinner, take-outs from that diner near 2nd Street are a must. She walks you to class, drives you to wherever you want, and you buy her her favorite tea as a reward for working hard.

If anything, your domestic rituals have been quite rewarding whenever you've come to the realization that yes, Mizu is yours and that you don't have to deal with all the angsty shit that came with having that realization. Everything was a breeze.

Speaking of working hard, Mizu had been quite busy as of late. Always unintentionally locking herself up in her room or getting home late some days. You knew her schedule well enough that this wasn't a result of her academics but of her work. You never knew how Mizu could balance her work and academic life so well but you suppose that's part of what makes her so ... Mizu.

You could see the exhaustion from the way she touches her temple more often or the bouncing of her knee whenever you two plan on working on requirements at the library (the librarian had been lenient with her judgment after the two of you gave her 'sorry' cookies the other day, it was quite funny). You knew that Mizu was getting overwhelmed with whatever she was dealing with at work.

So, as the loving girlfriend that you are, you wanted to give her a time to rest and motivation to overcome whatever block that's hindering her creativity and process in completing her work.

You make careful footsteps towards her room—shushing Nora who mews softly at your feet. You balance the tray to one arm as the other gently reaches to twist the doorknob. The hinges on the wooden door squeak as you push it open, revealing your girlfriend hunched over her desktop. Her room is as simple as it can be, white walls adorned with a few of her framed pictures—some were posters of her favorite bands and films while the others were collages of her favorite moments, captured by a camera she had bought on her first paycheck. You see the infamous cactus you gifted her on her birthday perched on top of her shelves alongside a few books and comics that she collected over the years. The minimalistic feel of her room does bring a calming effect whenever you enter her space (which is why more often than not, sleepovers are in her room than yours). Your attempts to not disturb her work continue due to the noise-canceling headphones pulled over her head. You see Mizu pinch the bridge of her nose, her glasses nudged up before she adjusts them back on her face. Your eyes soften at the view.

Gently placing the tray on her dresser, you make careful steps towards her hunched figure before moving to wrap your arms around her shoulders. She tenses for a moment but at the whiff of your familiar scent, she immediately melts in your touch. You pull away slightly as she pulls her headphones off, placing it on the table before going back to your previous position.

"Hey," You softly murmur, cheek pressed to her temple. She hums at your voice, eyes still trained on her tablet perched on a stand. "How are you doing?"

Mizu twirls her digital pen in her hand—the stiff length of her pen gliding smoothly along her fingers. She nudges your head to acknowledge your presence. "Fine," She says.

You knew Mizu tends to downplay her feelings a lot. It was a common problem you both encountered throughout both your friendship and relationship. She tends to be more service-giving and prioritizes your welfare over her own. While you truly appreciate her attentiveness to your well-being, it does bring concern whenever she says things that don't really resonate with how she looks and feels. You've since learned to grow atoned to her body language—knowing at a glance at her mannerisms and communicating more definitely helps a lot in the long run.

You place a kiss on her temple, hugging her tight as she focuses back on her task. You decide not to push too much on it. "Did you get assigned new work?"

Mizu hums, nodding slightly as she makes quick notes on her tablet. "Yeah. They needed a lot of manpower on this one."

Your arms move back to grab her shoulders, thumbs making circular motions on the area available to you. Mizu sighs at the feeling. "So it's a big project, huh?"

Mizu nods once more before pausing. There's a slight reprieve as you continue to ease the tense muscles on her shoulders. She then turns slightly, eyes looking up at you both in curiosity and gratefulness. "What's up with you?"

You smile down at her, leaning down to place a soft kiss on her lips before turning towards the tray of her favorite food on her dresser. "Got you some food and your favorite tea."

Mizu lightens up at your words, turning in her office chair and pulling you between her legs. She buries her face on your stomach, hands on your hips. "Thank you, Bonnie."

Her words pull a flush from your cheeks—still getting butterflies from her attention. You gently pat the top of her head, making sure not to stress the already messy bun haphazardly tied on a whim. A few strands of her hair escape the hairdo with each gentle slide of your palm on her head. You let out a grumble, hands making their way to pull the tie off her hair. Mizu chuckles at your movements.

"Was I too quiet?" Mizu asks as she feels your hands run through her hair—gathering all the strands with careful swoops. You hum at her response.

"Not really," You respond as you twist her hair in its usual style before beginning to tie it off with her hair tie. "Why?"

Mizu blinks softly, enjoying your ministrations on her head. She yawns. "I don't know. Just worried that I might've been ignoring you or something."

You pause at the last twist of her tie, gently pulling away to take a look at her face. The exhaustion is evident—bags under her eyes, eyes blinking slow, and the slouch on her posture. However, despite it all, her eyes and face remain softened and loving at the sight of you. A soft smile pulls from your lips.

"You haven't," Your hands gently cup her face as you angled it up towards you. "You don't have to worry about a thing, Mizu. Whatever you need, I'll be right here."

She gazes into your eyes, processing your heartfelt words before a genuine smile bursts from her lips. Your heart thunders at its brightness and you can't help but return its intensity.

"I love you." She murmurs, eyes filled with gratitude. You revel in its warmth.

"I love you too."

"Mizu?" You call out to the empty living room, not noticing the familiar raven-haired girl typically lounging in the living space around this time. You knew because Mizu often tends to do her leisure time in the living room where it has an open space and just an overall change of pace in the morning. You had gone out to do the groceries as Mizu did hers last week. You half expected her to be at the same spot when you returned but didn't overthink it. She was probably back at her room or fixing up that clog in the bathroom. You placed your shoes on the side before walking towards the kitchen to drop the grocery bags.

You begin to place the items in their respective places before realizing another equation to the problem. Nora was also nowhere to be found. Your heart speeds up,

"Nora? Mizu?" You call out, placing the bag of fruits down to find you two missing culprits. "Where are you?"

While Mizu was a generally quiet person and Nora being stealthy like a damn mosquito, they often wandered to your presence and so you expected that your girlfriend would call back and Nora's feet would begin to pitter patter its way towards you. There were only a few other options that you could consider where those two disappeared to. First, Mizu must have taken her out for a walk. Nora tends to be restless in the morning and prefers going out when the sun is high and the temperature is just right. Second, probably in Mizu's bedroom—those two tend to nap when you're not in sight, probably because most of the time their energy is just you with 5% of their actual energy. You decide to go with the second option for now.

You make careful steps towards Mizu's room, knocking on the wooden surface before opening the door. The lights are off and the room's spotless. Mizu must be out. You turn towards your room just in case. You're greeted with the bed you made this morning. You scratch your head in thought, confused as to where those two might have gone.

Just as you begin to worry, the sound of the door's security system unlocking through the keypad resounds through the hallway. You make your way towards the living space to see Mizu with an armful of carboard boxes and Nora trailing behind her. They both pause at the sight of you.

"Oh," Mizu blinks at you as if she had been caught sticking her hand somewhere she shouldn't have. You blink back in response. "You're home."

Nora meows in response to your rather unexpected predicament. Your eyes dart from Mizu, to Nora, to the boxes in Mizu's arms.

"... What's that?" You watch as Mizu gently places the items down with a sigh before turning towards you with a sheepish smile.

"I got Nora a tower," She responds hesitantly, gauging your reaction to her response. There's a few moments of silence as you process the information.

You remain speechless. If anything, you were the one who mostly spoils Nora. Having too much similarities to your grumpy looking girlfriend, you couldn't help but coddle the kitty. Mizu on the other hand tends to bond with cat through silent stares or squinting at each other as if they have their own form of communication. It's safe to say that you're quite amused at the fact that Mizu was the one who brought her

A laugh escapes your lips at the thought, watching as Mizu furrows her eyebrows in confusion while Nora simply meows beside her.

"How did you even—" You cover your mouth in an attempt to calm yourself down from the impending laughter. "When did you even get this?"

Mizu rolls her eyes. "I got it last week. When you had class—" She pauses at the sound of your laughter. "Why is this so funny to you?"

You grin at her grumpy attitude. "I just didn't expect that you'll be the one getting her the tower. I thought you settled for the treats?"

Mizu snorts as she settles down on the carpeted floor, pulling one of the smaller boxes towards her. "Since when was I limited to that?"

You grin excitedly, rushing over to her side with ease. Mizu chuckles at your enthusiasm. You place a kiss on her cheek causing your girlfriend to pause and turn her attention towards you.

"That's so hot of you, Bonnie," You coo, utterly enamored by her. Mizu's soften, the corner of her lips upturned.

There's a softened tension between the two of you as Mizu's eyes roam all over your face. There's a mischievous look on her face. "All it takes for me to get between your legs is a cat tower, really?"

You grin wide at her words. You decide to tease back. "Can you blame me? That's wife material right there."

Mizu drops the box on the floor before finally turning her body to you with an eyebrow upturned. "So you're saying you'll marry me over a cat tower?"

You shrug. "I mean, you, breathing is enough—"

You squeal as you feel the sudden rise of your body from the ground. Mizu sweeps you into her arms, one arm wrapped around your waist and the other gripping your thigh. You flush in her hold as you wrap your legs around her waist.

You squirm in her hold. "Mizu, I didn't say now!"

The raven haired woman pays no attention to your whims as she steps over the boxes and begins to make her way towards her room. "We can do that later." She hums, carrying you with ease.

You turn towards Nora who stares up at both of her parents, innocently licking her paw. "N-Nora!" You whine over Mizu's back. "Nora, help mommy!"

The cat only stretches—letting a loud meow before it jumps on the couch and curls into a ball. You whine at the lack of attentiveness to your apparent danger as your girlfriend chuckles at your try of escaping.

"The cat won't help you, y'know?"

"Mizu!"

"What about this?" Your eyes lock with your girlfriend through the mirror as you fix the front of your dress. Akemi's birthday is just around the corner and plans of going out had been arranged and planned out. The birthday gal had wanted to celebrate her night at a club and your wardrobe lacked the proper attire for an occassion like that. So you went shopping.

The thing is, Mizu had always been your outfit decision-maker. You didn't think much of it before when her gaze landed on yours whenever you showed her an array of outfits for whatever occasion. Now, you feel her stare more intensely as if a knife had delicately touched its tip against your skin and marked its way down with a gentle grip—not enough to harm but enough to entice a reaction.

The dress you chose was satin with a color of your choice—backless and hung around your curves nicely. You subtly turn your body as you admire its simplistic design. Mizu hums from her position on the bed, laying on her side with her elbow propped up to support her weight. You see her tilt her head, eyes taking their sweet time to analyze your figure.

"Bon?" You ask as you turn towards her. Her eyes are half-lidded and you can sense from a mile away the familiar look on her face but you remain ignorant of the tension brewing between you. You choose to turn back towards the mirror, fixing your hair as you adjust the straps. "I don't know if it's fit for a nightclub or an evening dine."

You hear Mizu hum. Just then, you hear shifting on the bed before sock-cladded feet pad through the wooden floors. You see Mizu's figure behind you in the mirror—the subtle size difference of her broad shoulders compared to you heats your cheeks. Her arms make their way around your waist, pulling you flush against her chest as she props her chin on your shoulder. Your eyes lock on the reflection in the mirror as you take careful notes of her appearance. Hair pulled in a half bun, blue eyes devoid of their usual black-rimmed glasses, figure clad in black with a familiar gold chained necklace wrapped loosely around her neck, and her wrist adorned by a silver watch you gifted her on her birthday last year. You heave a breath at the intensity of her stare.

"You look pretty," She mumbles, eyes lost in your figure before placing a soft kiss on your neck. A shiver runs through your spine at her affection, feeling it take course through the expanse of your shoulder. It's slow and soft—making sure each scar and imperfection is not left untouched. You squirm in her arms.

"Mizu," You hum, voice deep and sultry as you lean your head back, allowing her more space to work with. "You're not working with me."

The raven haired gal laughs against your skin as she continues with her ministrations. You feel her hands rumple the fabric, clutching the soft satin material as it bunches up between her fingers. The hem rises up to your thighs, granting your lover a sweet view of home.

"What?" She asks with a teasing tone. You grumble at her mischievous nature. "I was just answering your question."

"I asked if it fit—" You moan slightly as she sucks on the familiar spot behind your ear. "N-not if I was hot. There's a difference."

"Is there?" Her breath hits your ear with a slight deep chuckle of her voice. You feel her trail her kisses towards the nape of your neck, hands beginning to caress your thighs. You watch as the hem of your dress practically rise up to the top of your thighs, granting no sense of decency. You whine as you feel her kiss down your shoulder blades, tongue licking out to mouth at the valley between your shoulders.

"You're so unfair," You breathe out, back arching as she slides her hands to your hips, pulling you back against hers. She smiles, nudging your head to the side as she buries hers against your neck. Your eyes meet at the reflection, gauging each other's response. You would've thought that her ministrations would end then and there but you shouldn't have underestimated your girlfriend. After all, it's always the quiet ones.

Mizu boldly cups your cunt over your dress—a moan escaping your lips. She pulls you flush against her as she nips against the tip of your ears. You remain pinned against her chest, her arm strength keeping you close.

"You fucker," You pant, mouth opening up to a grin as you gripped her arm. She merely gives a you a smirk as she hikes her hand up, grinding her palm against you. Your knees falter.

"I give you my opinion and you curse me out?" Mizu laughs against your ear, placing a peck on your cheek. "Not cute, babe."

"God, you're so annoying," You sigh, hand reaching out to bury itself in Mizu's raven locks. Your girlfriend merely hums, eyes watching you get lost in the pleasure of her fingers. It's as if the fuse in Mizu's head had began to run out of course, she then pulls away from your back and turns you towards her with ease.

You flush as she manhandles you in her arms, pulling you up to wrap your legs around her waist. You grasp at her shoulders at the sudden movement. She pauses, eyes calculating as she eyes you up like a predator waiting for its prey to back down, and knowing you, you'd never back down just like that.

You wrap your arms around her neck, leaning close to brush your lips against hers. "Gonna pull this dress off me or what?" You hum, nose brushing against hers. "If you're too busy eyeing me up instead of fucking me, I got a pretty handy vibrator back in my cabinet."

She chuckles at your boldness, jaw clenching at your words. "You're a fucking brat, y'know that?"

You giggle as she moves you towards the bed. "Gets you every time."

"Why are you limping like that?" Ringo asks you one day as you met up with him and Akemi for class. Thank the Gods that Ringo is naturally innocent like that. It saves you the embarrassment of having to tell two people what Mizu did to you in the morning. Akemi, however, merely raises an eyebrow at you—shaking her head like a disappointed mother. You had underestimated the time it took to get ready, and Mizu in bed wasn't exactly a good component in your determination to focus in the morning. Add the fact that your horny and Mizu is feeling quite energetic at 7 am.

"When I said that I'm happy for you, I was hoping that you'd get to keep the private matters of your relationship finally to a minimum and not for the whole world to see," Akemi deadpans. Ringo looks at her with furrowed eyebrows. "It's quite contradicting but you get my point."

You give her a sheepish smile at her words while Akemi merely sips on her iced coffee. Ringo turns to you with a smile, his hand forming a thumbs up. "Ignore her, I am happy for you."

Akemi grumbles, shifting her leg over her knee. "Can we not talk about this right now? We're about to have an exam."

You and Ringo share a playful look at Akemi's quips, not wanting to be at the receiving end of Akemi's fury. The classroom was slowly filling in with students—all having the same look of despair and exhaustion for the test in a few minutes. You turn towards your bag, hand rummaging through the array of essentials carefully packed from the night before. Your eyebrows furrow as you can't feel the familiar material of your pen case.

"Oh fuck," You murmur, tone panicking as you peered inside your bag. Ringo and Akemi glance at you in concern.

"What?" Ringo asks, ever the concerned hubby that he is. You let a shaky breath as you can't see the familiar cat patterned pen case that Mizu gifted to you last year. Your essentials for the test were in there! While a pen might've been easy to borrow, the other materials were definitely something you couldn't get away with. You turn to Akemi and Ringo with a frown.

"I think I left my pen case at the dorm." You huff in frustration, glancing at the front to check the time. "I can't go back, there's not enough time."

Akemi sighs, head nudging to your phone. "Check with your girlfriend. She might be nearby."

Your shoulders lower in hesitance. "It's class hours. Don't you think I'll be a bother?"

Ringo chuckles quietly in his seat. "You think Mizu would care about that?"

Akemi snorts before propping her arm on the table to place her chin on her palm. "What he said."

You sigh, contemplating your options before finally giving in.

You put your phone down on the surface of your table, cheeks heating up from the conversation. 15 minutes pass with ease and you're left twiddling your thumbs as you glance back and forth from the door to the clock in front.

Just as she said, Mizu appears at the small window of the door, hand waving awkwardly as she raises your pen case. You immediately stand up from your seat, earning curious glances from Akemi and Ringo. You pay them no mind as you shuffle your way to the door, gently opening it to not draw attention before closing it with a soft push behind you.

"Hey," Mizu's deep voice infiltrates your senses as you turn towards her. You immediately take note of her outfit—dark blue rayon skipper collared blouse with sleeves that reached her arms halfway, pale brown slacks cuffed to her ankles, and a pair of white sneakers. Her hair is in its usual bun with the added flare of her orange tinted glasses. You snicker.

Mizu sighs, tilting her head with a deadpan stare. "Why are you laughing?"

You glance at the empty corridor before wrapping your arms around her waist. "You look like a walking sponsor for Uniqlo."

Mizu scoffed, raising the hand grasping the pen case before gently bonking it on your forehead. "You ought to be more thankful to me, pretty."

You grin up at her, hugging her close as you prop your chin on her sternum. You squint your eyes, giving her your most mischievous look. "I'll be sure to put that on my new year's list."

Mizu rolls her eyes, pushing you gently off her before jokingly slamming your pen case on your hand. "There," She says before presenting another paper bag on your hand. "Also, here."

You glance at the paper bag then at her—those perfectly thick and plucked eyebrows arching at you as she waves the paper bag for you to take. You furrow your eyebrows in confusion. "What's that?"

Mizu shrugged as you peered inside to see a half filled cup of your favorite drink in a large size. You look up at Mizu who tilts her head to the side with a smile. "I got it this morning. Meant to save some for you."

You purse your lips as your heart softens at the gesture. "Mizu," You coo. The gal only leans forward and places a kiss on your forehead.

"Now go ace that test, bon," She smiles. "I'll get you after class."

She waves you goodbye before jogging towards the elevators. You sigh dreamily as she disappears into the corner before walking back inside your classroom. You maneuver your way towards your desk, earning a couple of side glances from Akemi and Ringo.

You sit down, giddily settling down on your seat before you hear someone clear their throat beside you.

"Homesexuals," Akemi clears her throat beside you to which Ringo snorts at. You shoot a glare at them in response.

Mizu is generally, a patient person.

Despite her grumpy responses towards Ringo or her perpetual furrowed eyebrows, eyes squinted into a glare, and her frowned lips whenever Taigen enters the scene, Mizu still is a patient person. You've rarely seen her angry and when she does become angry, it often comes out in seething silence. Eyes that bore into the depths of your soul, face hardened enough to not show any emotion, and a stance evoking authority and dominion over the situation.

You saw it once. When a guy tried to force himself on you during a campus party. It was an unfortunate event really and you didn't want things to escalate but the man didn't back down with his flirting (if you could even call it that). Let's just say that the night ended with a bruise on their face and it's definitely not Mizu.

You're well aware that your girlfriend can pack a punch and certainly knows how to use it. She's well built and has a lot of strength for someone her stature. Taigen calls it a sleeper build—a passing glance from when Mizu helped out with moving Akemi's furniture to her new condo. You definitely agree with that.

That's why you're internally panicking for the aftermath of a similar situation from Akemi's birthday nightout.

"Mizu," You pant, trying to call for her attention but the blinding force of her anger continues to drive her need for you. "Mizu—Ngh! Please listen to me—"

Mizu continues her ministrations on your neck, paying no mind to your squirming body as her hand grabs your thigh with ease—anchoring it to her waist as she slots her torso between your legs.

"Fuck," She growls against the skin of your neck, hair in disarray from the sloppy and heavy makeout session on the way to your bedroom. You vividly remember knocking a frame off your console table when Mizu slammed you against its edge. "I should've fucked him up."

You whine at the bite of her teeth on your shoulder—grasping at her shoulders. "Baby, we have to talk about this—"

Her thigh slots between your legs and hikes it up against your cunt—you mewl at the pressure. Mizu pulls away from your shoulder, licking her lips as she peers down at you with darkened shades of blue. "Talk? You want to talk?"

Her tone resounds with mockery and sarcasm, a seething remembrance of her fury from just a few hours ago. Typically, this behavior would startle you at first but you've grown to learn and love this blue-eyed woman after the years you've spent pining and being oblivious to each other's affection.

"You're not going to do this to me, Mizu," You snarl back, letting out a breathy sigh as her free hand begins to move your hips against her thigh. "You made us leave Akemi's party because of this—that's not–Hngh—t-that's not okay—Fuck!"

Mizu darkly chuckles as she begins to roam her hand underneath your dress. "You talk too much for someone who's about to get fucked."

"Shut the fuck up," You try to return the dominance but her skillful pulls and push of your hips leaves you breathless and keening at her touch. "That guy isn't even worth it, why'd you even—why?"

Mizu feels the inside of your thigh, reveling in the soft flesh as she creeps closer to your mound. "Didn't like the way he looked at you. Mothefucker had the audacity to ask for your number as if he didn't see my hand gripping your thigh. I fucking hate that."

You feel her fingers teeter over the edge of your panties—skin thumbing the material of your underwear, a surprise you wished would be unveiled in different circumstances.

Mizu kisses your pulse point, making sloppy kisses on the area as she continues to speak. "Everything's worth it if it's you."

You arch and mewl at her words, head moving back to give her more room. Mizu smiles at your reaction.

"You like that?" She chuckles deeply. "Like it when I'm being possessive, huh?"

"Oh God," You groan. "Are you going to fuck me or what?"

Mizu pulls away from your neck, brushing her nose against yours as she peers down at your irritated features. "So demanding," She smiles as she leans close and brushes her lips against yours.

Having had enough, your hand grabs her raven tresses—gripping it as you pull her down to close the distance between your mouths. It's all wet and full of passion—desperate sliding of lips against yours. She tilts her head, begging for deeper access as she slides out her tongue to feel more of you. There's a battle for dominance—a battle she's desperately winning. You pull away with a bite on her bottom lip, gently pulling it before licking your lips.

"Damn." Mizu lets out a breathless chuckle from the kiss, all the more turned on from your confident nature. You smile up at her with a grin.

"I suggest putting all that anger into something useful," You pant as you guide her hand to pull your dress up more.

You watch as she pulls the dress off, eyes widening at the lingerie set you've worn for the night. You see her hunger double at the sight.

"Fuck me up, Mizu." You mewl as you arch your back to present your body to her. Her jaw clenches at your words.

Just as you had said those words, you yelp in surprise as she pulls you down the bed—sheets ruffling in the process before pinning your legs to your chest.

"I'll fucking kill anyone who gets to see you like this," Her words are dark—an apparent shiver running through your spine at the process. You mewl at her domineering figure, watching as she marvels at the way the fabric highlights your figure.

Mizu then moves the fabric covering your cunt to the side, letting out a shaky breath at the process. She dives in without hesitance, tongue poking out to take a straight and slow lick from your hole to your clit.

"Oh!" You moan loudly, hand darting to grasp at her raven locks. "Fuck!"

She wastes no time in eating you out—licking and slurping as if this is the last meal she'll ever have. Your thighs quiver at the magnitude of pleasure she brings forth. You've never been this overwhelmed with the pleasure as you choke over your moans—grasping and clawing at the sheets or her hand gripping your thighs. You eye her arms—sleeves of her button-up hiked up to her elbows, showcasing the veins popping and rising at the harsh grip she has on your body. The sight heats you up even more.

You flush as she peers up at you from the comforts of your pussy—blue eyes clouded with lust and want as she makes precise twirls and flicks with her tongue. Goddamn her mouth feels like fucking heaven.

"You're so pretty," She mouths over your clit, teasing with a few licks before spreading it with her fingers to not let one spot untouched. You moan at her tenacity. "All mine. All fucking mine."

Just as the pleasure couldn't get any worse, Mizu rubs her index and middle over your hole before slipping it inside with ease. With all the wetness from her mouth and the slick coming from you, the penetration is done with no difficulty. She then makes a few thrusts of her fingers before flexing her digits in a come hither motion. The tips of her lengthy digits reach the familiar gummy spot within you. You yelp at the sudden spike of pleasure, thighs slightly closing.

"Right here?" She asks, breathless. You become lost in the pleasure—drunk from the high Mizu's giving you.

"Ngh! Mizu please!" You plead, unsure of what exactly you're asking. Mizu licks her lips before adjusting her hand—palm brushing over your clit. She then begins to speed up her thrusts—making an up-and-down motion on her wrist as wet noises begin to come out of your cunt.

"M-Mizu! F-Fuck—I can't—!" You scream as the tips of her fingers continuously hit that familiar spot. She pays no mind to your whims, ignoring your hands reaching out to grab her arm. It doesn't take too long before you feel an intense knot in your core, as if you're going to release something you shouldn't. With a final flick of her wrist, a ray of clear liquid squirts out of your pussy as you scream in pleasure. You twitch and shiver in her hold as she darts down to slurp up your release.

You whine and keen at the sensitivity, hands darting out to push Mizu away. She continues to lick every part of your cunt—swollen and perfectly pink from her ministriations. "M-Mizu! S-Stop—Hah—please—!"

Once satisfied, the raven-haired gal moves up with a smile. "Good girl," she praises.

You watch as she removes the rest of you and her clothes then untying her hair before adjusting your legs—raising the other as she slots between them. You whine at the sensitivity.

"I can't, please—" You sob, eyes tearing up from being oversensitive. Mizu coos at you as she grinds her cunt against yours. You flinch, hands darting down to her hips.

"Yes you can baby," She kisses your leg, holding it to her shoulder. "You can give me one more, won't you angel?"

You pant as she speeds up her thrusts, the pleasure begins to build up once more. Your first orgasm wasn't far along and so the coming of the second comes with ease. You remain listless on the sheets, eyes watching as Mizu's hips make skillful circles—cunt rubbing against yours deliciously.

"Tell me you're mine," She pants, hair gathered to her shoulder. The sweat and flush on her skin make her more ethereal. "Tell me who do you belong to, hm?"

She demands rather than asks and with the cloudiness of the high she keeps giving you, you succumb to her authority.

"I-I'm yours," You whine, hands gripping her thighs as she begins to speed up. You feel the familiar knot of your climax begin to unravel. "I'm yours."

Mizu's thrusts begin to become inconsistent and with a few more grinds and circles of her hips, you release with a loud moan as Mizu follows after.

She drops down on you with a pant, obviously exhausted from the strenuous activity. There's a moment of reprieve as you revel in the afterglow of sex.

Your laughter breaks the silence. "You should get jealous more often," You jest. "So that I can get laid like this again—Fuck that was good."

Mizu chuckles from her spot on your neck. She props herself up with her arms beside your head. "And here you were asking to talk when we both knew that's never going to happen."

You giggle at her words, arms wrapping around her waist. You then let out a sigh. "God, I love your tongue."

Mizu rolls her eyes, gently removing herself from the sweaty intertwine of limbs. You pout at the loss of her body heat. "Starting to think that you really just love me for my body, don't you?"

You raise your hands in a joking manner. "Consider me guilty."

Mizu throws a pillow towards you before rising from the bed. You admire her naked figure as she runs her fingers through her raven locks. Mizu notices your gaze.

"Keep your eyes to yourself, creep." She squints her eyes to glare. You roll your eyes in response.

"Such a hypocrite," You retort. "As if you weren't rambling about how possessive you we—AGH!"

The raven-haired girl tackles you into the bed, hands coming to tickle you to death. You both laugh and giggle at each other, reveling in the atmosphere brought forward by your chemistry.

You suppose you could never get tired of this. Not when it's Mizu.

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There's not much change after you and Mizu finally got together but u suppose its probably the cat

Mizu has the tendency to match with your outfit. Whenever you ask her abt it, she just claims its a coincidence

When Mizu got her first camera, she took pictures of you and her together. She got the film printed. (She has a picture of you on the back of her phone and you have hers on yours)

Your go to gift for Mizu are socks and tea

Mizu is eerily similar to Nora. Sometimes you catch them pausing and staring at each other in the living room. it's quite funny.

Peers around campus are funnily giving you thumbs up and congratulatory shakes as if you getting together is a monumental achievement in history (It's bc of Taigen).

Mizu becomes all the more service-giving once you get together (she opens doors for you, pulls your chair for you to sit on, brushing a stray hair away from your face). She likes it bc u give her kisses now.

Mizu subconsciously plays with your fingers when holding hands. Though her fave part to put her hand on is your thighs. she claims that she likes the feeling.

Mizu often asks for your opinion on things whether it be for work, academics, or day to day life. Its because she regards you important and dear to her. She wants to share her life with you.

The moment you disclosed your relationship with your friends, Ringo legit pulled out a party popper

Mizu IS a walking UNIQLO sponsor (you cannot count how many rayon blouses she has in her closet. she claims its bc she likes the fabric)

You jokingly proposed to Mizu with a candy pop ring. Mizu proposed to you back with a can tab.

Mizu orders her drinks in the largest cup size bc she gives it to u after when u meet up for lunch mwehe (coincidentally its your fave drink as well)

Taigen was so confused as to why Mizu just bolted from her seat (pen case part) during their lab time together and when he asked what happened when she came back, she said, "Ah. Bonnie needed help." Taigen wants to explode.

Mizu is quite open to casual PDA. she says goodbye to u in the form of forehead kisses.

overall, you and Mizu are just so cute and so mwa mwa and i just wanna put yall in my pocket hehe

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A/N: HEYAAA this is finally done. not proofread so im gonna have to make edits to this tom. happy new year everyone !!! hope u like this roommate mizu! also to the ppl who saw this halfway done... no u didnt ....

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