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hautecores · 4 years

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no.40 for sehun?

Sehun wasn’t specifically annoying. He wasn’t loud or preaching, he knew how to behave in front of grownups and how to impress freshmen. People loved him: parents, professors, students of all ages.

Sehun was everywhere, that’s what popularity provided him: hot mouths and constant gigs. Basketball team? Invited him. Long-haired boys in a band who believed they should drop out of school and go on a tour over the country? Invited him. Even motherfucking science club invited him because he kept encouraging their project presentation with nods and a comfortable expression.

He seemed to fit in in all those places, broad shoulders and casual caps on his head. You could see him anywhere, wearing from sweatpants to tuxedos, and it would’ve never crossed your mind anything about that was off. The game was always on with Sehun and yet that wasn’t the reason behind your aversion -there were plenty of popular boys out there, snobbish and self-absorbed brats that did deserve your hatred- what made you clench your teeth whenever you saw Sehun at the corridors was a sense that, despite the bad boy aura, he owned a genuine heart.

Of course he wanted to be approved in chemistry so he purposely paired up with a straight-As-in-chemistry classmate, but while he stood there, sitting right beside them, he would also do his best. He would listen to what they told him like a prince hearing his people and he would grant them their demands and offer them all his precious seconds.

People like him leave a winter-cold path behind them and you always felt like you were the type to get dangerously attached.

If avoiding him was impossible, at least ignoring was something you mastered. You had more urgent stuff to think other than Oh Sehun, laughing with his friends from the moment they parked at school to his final seconds at extracurricular activities. Fuck, you could hear the rustle of his smile and -not so impressively- you could hear the reaction to his smirks as well.

But the thing was: that morning, that gloomy and chilly Tuesday morning, you didn’t see his white teeth paving the way and that left you, at the very least, curious.

Your sudden interest, like his mood, lasted from all morning until lunchtime and easily made it to the afternoon classes. You couldn’t hear his voice and his annoying laugh was missing. Sehun looked so upset it was bothering you and while his casuals greeted him from afar, his regulars and friends knew better; giving him some space to recharge from whatever matter it could be. And what could it possibly be, you wondered, watching him be polite to bystanders and catch sighs still, even if an invisible quarantine diameter appeared to surround him.

You surprised yourself by looking his way whenever you had a chance and found it disturbingly funny how you avoided warm Sehun at all costs, but couldn’t take your eyes off that unknown side of him. It also surprised you how you knew tiny bits of him, despite considering not to be drawn into his light. He had no activities that day and it was unusual to see him walk home on his own, the first couple of blocks the same path to your place. Your eyes attentively followed his back, the shape impossible to go unnoticed in his grey coat. And he kept facing the ground, his hair a bit dishevelled in that angle and somehow being able to not bump into someone else. Sehun seemed smaller walking like that and you couldn’t avoid thinking that didn’t match his carefree personality.

The traffic lights were green and your legs caught his footsteps in the corner with no efforts. He seemed unbothered by your presence but still bothered by something else. At that point, you didn’t hide your prying eyes, the sight of him clear without other people circling his presence, watching the knot on his eyebrows in the first row and being taken by an urge to ask him how he was feeling. There was something so wrong about it…

“Have I entered an alternate universe or did you really just crack a smile for me?” he said, an authentic surprise contorting his lips. Though you knew it wasn’t an open grin, it still got you surprised knowing your growing sympathy for him was uncontrollable enough. That sudden interaction felt out, certainly an alternate universe collapsing into both characters.

“It must be one, because Mister Happiness here hasn’t smiled a single time today,” you threw back at him, a bit funny and another bit acid. It got him pondering with that same knotting eyebrows and you regretted how it sounded like you take notes on how many times he smiles a day.

Then he did smile and things fell into place, universe aligning when his nose scrunched slightly and some of his upper teeth appeared. Sehun looked prettier from close, the burgundy scarf analogue to his pink lips and a scar on his cheek you have never noticed. It was hard to look away, even when the cars stopped again and you were allowed to cross the street. It was a shy and tender reaction that fit his features so much better. It was adorable…

After cracking the restricted area around him, it only felt natural to walk together, talking all the casual talks allowed for strangers and taking the double of time to arrive so you could enjoy your companies. You felt right in your judgement, knowing a bit of his genuine side, apart from any mesmerising view his looks could cause, even though you understood the feeling of being under his warmth was worth all the sighs and euphoric outcries you’ve ever heard.

“I hope to see your pretty smile more often,” he said when he dropped you home, just before heading to his place. And though you did your best to avoid turning that into a smile contest, you couldn’t help rolling your eyes with the corner of your lips wide.

You hoped to keep seeing his as well.

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hautecores · 5 years

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idk why i haven’t seen this before, but thank you so much for taking some of your time to feedback this! i wrote this with a tiny flame of comfort in mind and seeing this drabble reached your heart feels like passing that flame on, it’s like a mission accomplished!

Hello :) can I request 45 and 23 for Kyungsoo. Also can te setting be the reader and soo sitting on a field of flowers. Thank you :)))))

“Tell me a secret.”

Spring wasn’t your favourite season.

There was pollen everywhere and you were always afraid bees would get stuck in your hair. Days got hotter and hotter as the season went by and chilling days were memories from a different lifetime. Even the songs were colourful and pretty girls wore the cutest clothes, but all spring ever meant was a disaster. Until you met him.

Kyungsoo moved in during the flowery season.

He brought with him a lovely black dog and his secret recipe of peanut butter cookies, which invaded your room every now and then -mostly during Sunday afternoons. Capturing signs of him was surprisingly easy though.

Kyungsoo always had a book on his hands. The covers seemed to change ever so often, another colourful trait of the season. His favourite spot seemed to be the backyard, flowers blowing different essences and close to the kitchen. He was quiet and his bedroom window was across yours. From there you could barely see things, but whenever your eyes met you would shy out a smile and he would do the same, fixing his glasses on his nose without a need.

It all started when you woke up in the middle of the night, hearing your parents fight. They weren’t being specifically loud, but for such quiet neighbours, even the slightest raise of voice sounded like a thunderstorm. You turned your bedside light on and waited for them to stop so you could cry on your own. It was just another night in your least favourite season.

The next day someone was waiting for you at the door.

“Hi, I’m your neighbour Kyungsoo,” he introduced himself and wait for you to do the same. It was the first time you’ve ever seen him so close and it was hard to avoid looking at the birthmarks on his lips. “I just baked some cookies and thought you might enjoy them.”

When you got closer to accept his heartwarming gift, you noticed the air surrounding him smelled as sweet as the cookies themselves. He shied away, a bit awkward, a bit adorable, just as you tasted his baked rays of sunflowers.

“Wait,” you said, even though your mouth was still full. If happiness could have a taste, it would have chosen Kyungsoo’s flower-shaped cookies. “This is delicious!”

To make up to him, you tried baking cinnamon rolls on the next weekend, because somehow cinnamon seemed fitting to his voice, his smile and his skin. You put a lot of effort into doing so but couldn’t help thinking love-baking was the uttermost lie. None of your good thoughts and genuine feelings made into it, the dough didn’t bake evenly and you ended up with a mutation kind of patisserie.

“You baked them yourself?” no, you didn’t. Your failed attempt brought you to the nearest bakery and you prayed their cinnamon rolls wouldn’t taste too professional. You had placed them on the delicate porcelain Kyungsoo offered you his cookies on and when he sneaked a piece out, you could see by the shimmering light on his eyes that cooking was something he could take a surprise exam about without any worries. “I could smell the cinnamon.”

You didn’t mean to lie, but you couldn’t say no. Kyungsoo seemed impressed but that wasn’t what your omission was about. You wanted to show him gratitude, for a kind and silent gesture, that meant way more than just an after-midnight snack.

“I couldn’t bring myself to deny it,“ you finally admitted, playing with a tiny flower to avoid looking at him. The whole tell me a secret thing smelled like a sweet trap from the very beginning, just like his background garden in bloom.

“That’s no secret,” he said, pretending he didn’t catch your hidden meanings. “It’s been months since I learned for a fact you can’t even boil an egg.” you laughed, even though you pretended to be offended. And the silence fell like nighttime again, bugs beating their wings near the flame of yellow lights.

“Soo, it’s your turn,” and though he seemed uninterested, you knew he was paying attention, silent and mindful as always. “I wish you would tell me something, at least just once,” you added in a quiet murmur, for the door to your heart has always been opened and yet you haven’t seen much of his. You wish he would let you in, even if step by step, into his world. For you trusted Kyungsoo with yours from day one and reiterated your decision the day he lent you his shoulders to cry on.

Laid down on the grass of his backyard, colourful flowers painted dull by night still hovering over you. You almost wished you haven’t said a thing, you haven’t fallen in his trap. Grown to be your best friend, it meant Kyungsoo already knew most to all your secrets and yet there were so much left in between the lines.

It took him a couple of minutes, as if gathering courage, lean body sliding in your direction, grass being crunched under his right shoulder just so he could look at you from above. You could see, by the way his eyes hide underneath his eyelashes, he was still a bit hesitant, full lips half opened in the shape of a heart.

“I know you don’t like spring, but I’ve always thought you are just like a flower,” he confessed, so close to your heart, you could barely see your reflection in his glasses. “Delicate and determined to grow. Beautiful like a sunflower.”

You could taste how cinnamon did fit him, born out of a sweet essence and handmade for warmth, all the shades of yellow in the colour charts. You felt in your pounding heart that even though seasons have been switching for longer than a year, your emotions radiated: unchanged and pure.

Such a springy feeling to have. And Kyungsoo was right, you didn’t like spring.

But from that moment on, from the moment he kissed you, spring became your favourite season.

#waaaa finding this just made my day #thank you so much #thalasoophilia

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hautecores · 5 years

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34 with jongdae please! Thank you!!

Dating you was effortless, Jongdae figured.

The realisation came after fights followed by straight-forward conversations. In his eyes, having you decoded meant how much time you two built on your relationship and he couldn't think of a better way to spend his days.

You slowly became easy to read, your hands followed the sound of your voice and your eyebrows flexed whenever you got mad. You were also easy to please -once he got to know you better: all it took was a bit of chocolate and sometimes a quick session of cheek kisses could make all the tiny mistakes fly away. While in your company, Jongdae turned into a fast learner and it was undeniable how much of a dedicate lover he grew to be.

“If you keep looking at me like that we won’t make it to a bed,” you joked.

You weren't even looking at him and to know he had been staring at you there was no need for that. You were used to feeling his gaze fall on you and it was easy to notice because everything remained silent for oddly long periods. You enjoyed those quiet moments, they spoke about intimacy and feeling comfortable in each other's presence. But your joy was hearing his voice: the higher notes of his laugh and his lower voice on your ears at night.

“Hey, I didn’t mean it like that!” he shouted in defence, feeling wronged, his voice growing like your delight whenever you heard him smile. The sound filled the whole car, like a song that demands a raising in the volume to be enjoyed, and his eyes disappeared though he was still driving safely.

“Didn’t mean it like what? The looking at me or the making to the bed part?” you asked, your laughter joining his, the trademark of your carefree relationship, the moments you choose to keep in you. In nights like that, funny and teasing, you always caught yourself thinking there was nothing you would change in your dynamics.

It started with “Well, it depends,” when he spoke again with an audible twist in his tone. That made you linger for the rest of his sentence, eager and attentive, as he braked slowly at the upcoming traffic lights. God, how you loved the way, despite being embarrassed, he still provoked you with his ears on fire and your love for flammable things.

Jongdae looked at you again and this time you were already looking back, electricity touching you through his hand-drawn eyelashes, setting ablaze when he finally asked: “Would you like me to pull over?”

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hautecores · 5 years

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Baekhyun ✦ Concept Trailer #EXODEUX

#when he opens his mouth and you can see his teeth...#honestly #sir lemme just * that *#hwjshwjwj

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hautecores · 5 years

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Hey ! Can u do 43 with baekhyun??

“YOU DID WHAT?” you were pretty sure that was the loudest phrase you ever heard from Baekhyun, you both still being hangover having something to do with it. His scream was followed by a flying pillow he threw in your direction and a look of full disapproval on his face.

His hair was a mess and you still had waterproof mascara under your eyes; that’s usually how this kind of story starts.

“He fucking dared me!” that seemed like a good reason to do anything in the night before but at that moment, spread over Baekhyun’s couch, watching the ceiling as if it could move around any minute: you were beginning to question your life choices.

“Yeah, he said I bet you won’t suck my dick and you just went down on him as if your life depended on it!”

“I did right?” you chuckled, sounding quite proud of your last night achievement, which didn’t bring any joy to enraged Baekhyun by your side. Your life didn’t depend on it, but getting fifty bucks for seconds of a show was worth it.

“It’s not such a big deal though,” you added, smelling your hair suspiciously. It stank of vodka even though you were pretty sure, from all the things you’ve done the night before, splitting drinks on your hair wasn’t on the list. “It’s just a dick, I mean, I could have sucked a cucumber it would be pretty much the same.”

“I didn’t know you were that low, that’s… That’s disgusting,” you laughed at his acting of a shiver, knowing the comparison would have that sort of effect on him and hoping it would undo the disfavour knots on his eyebrows.

“I don’t know why you are so mad about this, you couldn’t even stay up for 5 seconds without leaning on things.”

“I wasn’t that drunk!”

“Baek,” you started off patiently, hand on his shoulder and looking straight into his eyes and you bloody loved the way he started giggling, even before you attached any information to his name. “You were telling everyone your name is Bernard.”

“I told you before, haven’t I? Byun Bernard Baekhyun, that’s me,” he said, his eyes disappearing as you laughed together. Why was he like that?

“Fuck you!” you yelled, the laugh making the entire right side of your head hurt. Who the fuck allowed you to drink so much? You were going to have nightmares with Sehun’s party for the whole month and yet you were sure you would attend the next one. “And let’s order some food with the bet money, I’m starving.”

The truest form to treat oneself. Everyone knows the best way of spending some unexpected income is to waste it on food. You were still deciding on what to eat but you were sure you were getting yourselves some dessert. You deserved something so sweet your head would hurt from all the sugar instead.

“Let’s say,” you hummed at him, encouraging the next phrase even though you had a twisted feeling about how he started that. Something in the playful intonation got you damn sure Baekhyun had a smirk on, yet you didn’t look up from your food app. Hazelnut and chocolate or almond and caramel for cake? “I dared you to suck my dick right now, would you?”

“Oh,” you couldn’t say you didn’t saw that coming, but still, you stared at him just to check his facial expression. So the whole overreaction was about that. He looked funny, one half expectation and the other half desperation. “Hm, so you were mad at me for sucking a dick that isn’t yours…”

“It’s just a harmless question, okay?”

There wasn’t much to consider there, but you enjoyed seeing him stiff on the edge of the couch, fidgeting his rings and pretending he wasn’t worried about crossing lines. Baekhyun could have played the defensive position for the rest of his life after that, pretending he was just joking. But you knew he meant it, you both did.

“Okay,” you agreed, tired of scrolling through choices, picking your meals and desserts. You offered him your phone and looked at him, a daring look he took sober. A deal being made with simple gestures, sparkles in his eyes and a different kind of hunger in yours. “but the food is on you then.”

#look who's back

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hautecores · 5 years

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Baekhyun ✶ 24/7 @ The EXplOration in Seoul 190726

#oh god oh god oh god oh god #bobohu

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hautecores · 5 years

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Hey ! Can u do 43 with baekhyun??

“YOU DID WHAT?” you were pretty sure that was the loudest phrase you ever heard from Baekhyun, you both still being hangover having something to do with it. His scream was followed by a flying pillow he threw in your direction and a look of full disapproval on his face.

His hair was a mess and you still had waterproof mascara under your eyes; that's usually how this kind of story starts.

“He fucking dared me!” that seemed like a good reason to do anything in the night before but at that moment, spread over Baekhyun's couch, watching the ceiling as if it could move around any minute: you were beginning to question your life choices.

“Yeah, he said I bet you won't suck my dick and you just went down on him as if your life depended on it!”

“I did right?” you chuckled, sounding quite proud of your last night achievement, which didn't bring any joy to enraged Baekhyun by your side. Your life didn't depend on it, but getting fifty bucks for seconds of a show was worth it.

“It's not such a big deal though,” you added, smelling your hair suspiciously. It stank of vodka even though you were pretty sure, from all the things you've done the night before, splitting drinks on your hair wasn't on the list. “It's just a dick, I mean, I could have sucked a cucumber it would be pretty much the same.”

“I didn't know you were that low, that's... That's disgusting,” you laughed at his acting of a shiver, knowing the comparison would have that sort of effect on him and hoping it would undo the disfavour knots on his eyebrows.

“I don't know why you are so mad about this, you couldn't even stay up for 5 seconds without leaning on things.”

“I wasn't that drunk!”

“Baek,” you started off patiently, hand on his shoulder and looking straight into his eyes and you bloody loved the way he started giggling, even before you attached any information to his name. “You were telling everyone your name is Bernard.”

“I told you before, haven't I? Byun Bernard Baekhyun, that's me,” he said, his eyes disappearing as you laughed together. Why was he like that?

“Fuck you!” you yelled, the laugh making the entire right side of your head hurt. Who the fuck allowed you to drink so much? You were going to have nightmares with Sehun's party for the whole month and yet you were sure you would attend the next one. “And let's order some food with the bet money, I'm starving.”

The truest form to treat oneself. Everyone knows the best way of spending some unexpected income is to waste it on food. You were still deciding on what to eat but you were sure you were getting yourselves some dessert. You deserved something so sweet your head would hurt from all the sugar instead.

“Let's say,” you hummed at him, encouraging the next phrase even though you had a twisted feeling about how he started that. Something in the playful intonation got you damn sure Baekhyun had a smirk on, yet you didn't look up from your food app. Hazelnut and chocolate or almond and caramel for cake? “I dared you to suck my dick right now, would you?”

“Oh,” you couldn't say you didn't saw that coming, but still, you stared at him just to check his facial expression. So the whole overreaction was about that. He looked funny, one half expectation and the other half desperation. “Hm, so you were mad at me for sucking a dick that isn't yours…”

“It's just a harmless question, okay?”

There wasn't much to consider there, but you enjoyed seeing him stiff on the edge of the couch, fidgeting his rings and pretending he wasn't worried about crossing lines. Baekhyun could have played the defensive position for the rest of his life after that, pretending he was just joking. But you knew he meant it, you both did.

“Okay,” you agreed, tired of scrolling through choices, picking your meals and desserts. You offered him your phone and looked at him, a daring look he took sober. A deal being made with simple gestures, sparkles in his eyes and a different kind of hunger in yours. “but the food is on you then.”

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