#baekhyun gang au
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fluff/ badboyau/ pregnancyau
pregnant reader and bad boy baekhyun please. unplanned pregnancy. first baekhyun doesn't want the baby but then he accept.
ıs it okay?
Characters - Baekhyun, reader
Genre - fluff, pregnancy au, gangster! Baekhyun
Warnings - slightly suggestive
note: hope you like it!
I twist open the door to my flat, tired from the long day working and the first thing I want to do is throw my bra away. Order some chicken? Or cold noodles? Scrolling through the delivery apps I check the reviews for the new restaurant.
“Welcome home, baby.”
The phone drops onto the carpet listening to his voice. It’s been a month since I have seen him or talked to him. The door is still wide open and I check the options to run away from my own house or confront the issue I have been hiding.
Baekhyun is sitting on the couch, his legs crossed. Dressed in his usual satin shirt, and the lighter spinning between his fingers. His gaze is sharp, and jaw set. He is pissed.
Maybe running away is for the best. But I don’t think I can run away from him while carrying his baby. Or I can just hide it from him and move on with my life.
“Shut the door.” Baekhyun calmly says, the underlying authoritative tone makes me follow him.
I shut the door and lean back on the door. My stomach is growling, the entire morning is spent in the bathroom throwing up and my chest feels stuffy being clasped in the bra. I just want to go and lay down on my bed, and not deal with the impending decisions or think about the future.
Not especially with him, knowing what his answer will be. He has been vocal about pregnancy and children. His line of work(running a gang) doesn’t go well with it. When his enemies are always snooping around to get one chance to kill him.
Hiding it is the best for both.
“Why didn’t you message before coming?” I ask, removing my shoes and setting them on the shoe rack. I saunter into the house, placing my bag on the table and unbutton my shirt. I unclasp my bra and I moan in satisfaction, tears springing in my eyes. Ugh, mood swings.
“Come here.” Baekhyun calls.
I don’t. Missing him killed me for the past thirty days and the fright of him finding out about the pregnancy has been eating me up every night. As much as I want to sit on his lap and get drowned in his scent I want to keep this baby.
I slip into the bedroom, and before I can lock it he speaks again.
“Come here when I’m asking you nicely.” The calmness doesn’t waver from his voice and the threatening doesn’t disappear either.
The last time I pulled the same stunt on him and disappeared to Jeju Island for some peace I ended up being in his home the next morning. And spent in his bedroom screaming in pleasure and pain the entire day.
I button up my shirt(minus the bra) and meekly walk to him. Just appear tired and he will leave. But my breath catches in my throat seeing the reports in his hand, as he flips through the prescription and test results.
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck fuck fuck.
He knows. He fucking knows. How did he find the reports? I hid them so well and yet he found them. Sweat trickles down my face and my hands shake. This isn’t how it’s planned. I never wanted this.
“Sit.” He closes the file and gestures towards his lap.
I shake my head taking steps back. “N-no..”
Baekhyun spins the lighter once between his fingers and stands up. “What were you doing?” He takes big strides towards me, “for an entire month. Not answering my calls? Dodging my men who came to pick you up?”
My back touches the wall, and Baekhyun pins me to the wall, his hands on either side of my head. The dark in his eyes and lips pressed in a thin line makes my heart pound in fear.
“I let you run your game, baby,” he whispers, curling my strand behind my ear, “let you think you are winning.” He brushes my cheek with his forefinger, the ring on his finger scratching along.
I hold onto his satin shirt, ready to beg for forgiveness.
He roughly cups my cheek pulling me closer to his lips. “Hiding the news?” His other hand goes to my stomach, “thinking you’ll escape from me forever?”
I push him away, “this is my life. You don’t have any say—”
Before I can complete it he turns me around and locks my hands. His mouth next to my ear, “dare you to complete it.”
“You never wanted a baby,” I spat. “Why do you care?”
“I never wanted a baby.” He confirms. “But that doesn’t mean you can slip away from me.”
“I’m not aborting this baby.” I struggle in his grip. “I—”
Tears spill from my eyes, weakening my defence against him. It’s too much. Everything is too much. Finally being able to be in his arms, seeing him and knowing he is fine and not somewhere in a ditch lying dead. And the mood swings from pregnancy, taking care of everything alone.
“I— I just want to chicken and sleep.” I wail. “My whole body aches,” I sob, “mainly my breasts.”
Baekhyun hums. “Yeah, they are swollen.” He runs his fingers on the side of my chest.
“Baekhyun…” I turn around in his arms, “they are aching, stop touching.”
Baekhyun picks me up and I lock my legs around his waist. He carries me to my bed and gently lays me on it. He climbs on to the bed and hovers over me, his sharp features relaxing as he wipes the falling tears off my face.
“Is it hard?” He asks, barely in a whisper.
I nod. “So much.”
He leans in kissing on my forehead. “We can not want this baby, sweetheart.”
I shake my head firmly. “I love my baby.” My hand involuntarily goes to my stomach, “I want to see her. Or him.”
Baekhyun sighs. “Are you sure?” He asks one more time.
I nod.
“Not going back on your words in the future.”
“I am one hundred percent sure.”
Baekhyun drops his forehead to my shoulder, and falls sideways on the bed. He pulls me closer to him, tucking me under his chin as he soothes my back.
We lay there in silence, him massaging my aching muscles and me falling in and out of sleep.
“Then,” his voice startles me out of the sleep, he rubs my back calming me down. “We are going to have this baby.”
I look up at him, excitement rumbling in my chest. “Really?! You want this baby? For real?”
He reads my excitement and smiles. “Whatever you want.” He kisses my lips.
“I can’t believe it.” I wonder out loud.
“Me too.” His hand goes to my stomach hesitantly, he looks at me and raises his eyebrow in doubt.
I place my hand on his and press it on my stomach. He lets out a shaky breath. “I don’t know how to be good.”
There it is, the secret he hides, revealing in the darkness.
“What if my,” he pulls me onto his chest, “enemies get to you two? I’m already waking up in the middle of the night from the nightmares of you in their hold.”
I listen to his heart beating rapidly. “We can’t control our future, Baekhyun. Let’s hope for the best.”
He tightens his arms around my waist. “I’m gonna kill anyone who comes near to you.” His threat lingers in the air.
“Uhm… thank you?”
He barks out a laugh. “What should I do with you? Making me go against myself and luring me into what I hate.”
“Is that an I love you I read, Mr. Byun?”
He remains silent. And I change the topic, “and that’s pretty generous of you accepting the baby in minutes.”
“I have been there,” he confesses, “when you went to the hospital for the first time.”
I sit up. “What! You knew?!”
He nods. “Told you you can’t hide anything from me.”
“And now you came to me? After thirty days?”
“It took me time to accept the truth.” He looks away, “it’s not an easy decision.”
I turn away from him. “I don’t care. Don’t talk to me.”
Baekhyun sits up. “Weren’t you now talking to me sweetly? What happened to you within seconds?”
“I hate you. Get out of my house.”
“What?” He says, stunned.
I push him off my bed. “Go. Go.”
“But I ordered food!” He restrains my hands.
“You ordered food?” I blink at him, a smile spreading across my face. “You ordered food!”
His lips part. “Wow. The switch in your mood.”
“I love you, Baekhyun.”
He hums. “I think you love food more.”
“Yes!”
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To Do List!
Requests Are: Closed!
🔞 = 18+ only, MDNI
Obey Me! Shall We Date?: 3
Demon Brothers: He thinks you’re cheating with Solomon but you’re just planning a surprise party for him
Demon Brothers: You’re an idol and they hear you sing for the first time
Dateables: You getting jealous of one of their fans and pulling him away protectively
ITZY: 2
You wiping off their kiss
Yuna: Surprising her and the girls with lunch at their dance practice
Red Velvet: 1
Meeting your friends for the first time
EXO: 7
Baekhyun: Heartbreaker!Baekhyun, Gang!au/ Mafia!au
You have a personality similar to D.O/ Sehun
Reaction to having a girlfriend who can’t tie her shoes
You’re their favorite western artist who says they were your inspiration
Sehun: Having a Short Girlfriend Headcanons
Chanyeol: Chen setting the two of you up on a date
Kai: (Etoile!Reader) Your relationship is fading out and he has to fight for you against another idol
ATEEZ: 1
Yeosang and San: You storm out after an argument and get into a car accident
Girls Generation: 7
🔞 Sooyoung and Tiffany: You moaning in their ear as a joke but it escalates
Them introducing you to the members for the first time
Sunny: you meet at an awards show and slowly fall for each other (fem!reader, idol!au)
Tiffany: her spending christmas with you and your family and proposing to you
🔞 Tiffany: another idol publically confesses to you making her jealous and possessive
🔞 Tiffany: Girlfriend Headcanons w/ NSFW section
🔞 Taeyeon, Tiffany, and Sooyoung: Your first time having sex with them
G-Idle: 2
Miyeon: f!reader college!au
🔞 Yuqi: she gets turned on seeing you dance leading to sex w/ aftercare (m!reader, idol!au)
Cravity: 1
How they would treat their partner during a mental breakdown
BTS: 6
Unrequited Love Headcanons
Them getting jealous of you playing with a pet
How they act around their crush
Another member saying their crush’s name while they’re sleeping
Angsty Headcanons: They accuse you of only being with them to become famous and lose you
They take you out to dinner but you have to bring your nephew/niece along with you
Stray Kids: 2
You breaking down after someone calls you aggressive
Hyunjin: Tattoo Artist AU Full Scenario
Mamamoo: 1
🔞 Solar: Girlfriend Headcanons w/ NSFW section
Ouran High School Host Club: 1
Meeting the host club as Haruhi’s childhood friend
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Looking for RP Partner
💖Intro💖
Hello wonderful people! 👋
I'm looking for some roleplay partners. I don't really have a limit on how many I want to take in or anything, so if you're interested, then let me know in the dms! But before you message me, please kindly read the following notes about me and what I'm looking for. Even if you don't meet all the criteria, I'm more than willing to give you a chance! Though age is a hard requirement that has to be met! Anything with a * next to it is a requirement I’m looking for in a partner.
Most, if not all roleplays will be NSFW
Yes, it'll have some spicy times in it, but it's mostly deemed NSFW because of the themes I like to write.
Dark themes, triggering situations, adult content - everything, of course, will be preplanned with long discussions of triggering topics, hard limits and such.
🔞 Partners must be at least 19+!🔞*
My style is 3rd pov, past tense.
I’m looking for someone who also does 3rd pov, past tense, but I will also accept present tense as well!
Semi to Literate*
I love long replies and I do enjoy giving them as well. However, I understand that sometimes you can't always give long responses, and that's okay too. I just ask no one-liners
Currently looking for MxM pairings and plots!*
I do not stick to one plot!
This just means I'm open to having more than one plot going with many different face claims. So if you would like to plot a pirate au with Hongjoong from Ateez and a wolf au with Chanyeol from EXO, I'm the person for you!
Currently there is no limit for the amount of plots I will do with one person.
I control more than one character
This is different from god-modding
This just means that in our plot, I can (and prefer) to control more than one character. So while my main face claim may be Chan from Stray Kids, I may also play Felix and Seungmin to add a little more substance and character development to the plot.
While I would like for you to also have more than one character, I don’t expect it of you if you’re not comfortable with it.
With regards to NPCs (the barista working at the café they visit, or the random people they meet along the way), either one of us can control them at any time as long as it’s to move the plot along.
Preferred platforms:
Line
Discord
As of right now, I think that's everything. Again, if you're interested, pm me! If you have any questions, also pm me!!
⚜ OC Information ⚜
Age: 25+
Time zone: -5 EST
Work Schedule: Mon-Fri 8-5
Replies may be sporadic throughout the week, with the majority of replies coming in the evening time.
Weekends will bring more replies, unless I have plans with friends/family or I’m on call for work
My face claims are never set. So if you're looking for a specific person, please review the list of face claims I rp and let me know. Otherwise I'll base my face claims on what the plot is.
❣ Preferred Plots, Themes & Genres ❣
Fantasy Au
Omegaverse AU / Wolf Au / ABO Au
Fluff, Romance, Humor
Horror
Dystopian AU
Post-Apocalyptic AU
Academy Au
Boss/Employee AU
College/University AU
Disney Movie AU
Mafia/Gang Au
Magic AU
Pirates AU
Royalty AU
Soulmate AU
Mythology
Tropes:
Arranged Marriage
Class Difference
Exes to Lovers
Fake/Pretend Relationships
First’s (date, kiss, ect.)
Forbidden Love
Male Pregnancy
Polyamory
String of Fate
💫 Face Claims 💫
*There is no specific faceclaim I want at the moment. Most of my face claims will be male. Looking for more Stray Kids plots!!!*** The 🌸 next to the name indicates my preferred face claim from that group.**
EXO
Chanyeol
Baekhyun🌸
Cen
Suho
Sehun
GOT7
Mark🌸
Yugyeom
Nu’est
Minhyun
Ren🌸
Stray Kids
Chan
Hyunjin
Jisung🌸
Seungmin
Minho
Vixx
N🌸
Hongbin
Hyuk
🖋 Writing Samples 🖋
OC Character - Kayden Park
Kayden was overjoyed. He hadn’t thought tulips would grow at this time of the year, but entering the garden he found a wide variety of them, pristine and in full bloom. They were the one flower that Kayden had really hoped would grow because after he read what their meanings were, he knew almost instantly who he wanted to give them to.
Specifically the red tulips.
Some might say he falls too easily and others might say he loves too hard. But in reality, Kayden couldn’t control who he was or how he felt about people. When he found someone he liked, he became attached to them, trying to be as close as possible while nurturing their growing relationship - whatever it might be. Even if that person got on his nerves all the time, or they ended up doing things that very honestly scared him, ending a relationship just wasn’t in Kayden’s vocabulary.
Red tulips symbolize true love, or a soulmate. Kayden had a specific person in mind and while he wouldn’t say it was true love - hell Atreyu could barely stand him in a good - he did think the other was his soulmate. Despite their ups and downs and the multitude of times he was locked out of the dorm and left to fend for himself for the night, Kayden knew that what he had with Atreyu was special - indescribable even.
And while he couldn’t find the words, he knew the flowers would do the best job. So after carefully plucking five of the tulips, he handed back inside and to his room where he had left his roommate. Atreyu had been in one of his moods again, refusing to speak to Kayden, so hopefully the flowers would double as something to cheer him up.
“Atreyu~!” he sang happily as he opened the door, hoping he hadn’t disturbed the other but knowing he probably did. He braced himself to be hit with a pillow or something, even a “go away” in his harsh and icy tone. But when he got no greeting in return, Kayden took a moment to actually look around the room.
It was empty.
And not just in a way that said Atreyu left to go mope somewhere. It was truly empty. The smile on his face slowly fell as he stepped into the room. His bed was made, but it lacked a lived-in feel - as if a maid had come in and just fixed the bed to make it look presentable. The nightstand next to the bed was barren, everything Atreyu had kept there gone.
Kayden didn’t want to jump to conclusions but his mind was already racing. He crossed the space quickly and yanked open the drawers. Barren. Turning, he moved to the closet next and opened it. Nothing. Everything that had belonged to Atreyu was gone.
He was gone.
As Kayden stood there, reality slowly came crashing down as he realized he was alone. No note. No text. No goodbye. He clenched the tulips tightly in his hand before releasing them and letting them drop to the floor.
Stupid.
He had been so stupid and this is what he got.
Silently, Kayden walked over to his bed and sat down on it gingerly, eyes staring blankly ahead.
Alone.
No matter what he did, he was always going to be alone.
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ABO AU - Chan, Jisung, Seungmin, Changbin
Jisung laughed and nodded, pulling back some from the other. “Tonight…supposedly.” He said and shrugged. “But my body has been weird lately, so it may hold off another day. I hope it does cause I wanna be able to spend time with you. It’s been so long.”
Jisung had honestly missed the omega. He hadn’t seen Hyunjin since the night of the attack. The last thing Jisung could recall was rolling on top of Hyunjin to protect him from the blade before calling for help. Chan had told him already that if it weren’t for him, Hyunjin probably would have ended up dying.
So if that meant Jisung suffered from nightmares and a sore side (with a near death experience of his own), then so be it. It was worth it.
He grunted when Felix suddenly tackled them both, hugging them tightly. “Yeah! What Lixie said.” He said and whined. “Felix, my side.” He hissed softly.
Chan watched the three, smiling fondly. He walked over and patted Felix’s head gently. “Come in Lix, be careful with them.” He said gently. “They’re both still healing.”
Seungmin peeked his head out of the kitchen before hiding once more, afraid to face Hyunjin. He felt so guilty still for turning his back on the omega so fast. Things from that had been hectic, chaotic. Feelings were hurt, people were hurt and Seungmin may have chosen the wrong side.
He still fully believed how things were handled was inexcusable and that was mostly on Chan’s part but knowing the other was Hyunjin’s soulmate and seeing first hand what a soulmate bond looked like through Jisung and Minho, Seungmin sort of understood where everyone was coming from. It couldn’t be helped, the attraction.
He wanted to apologize for being such an ass but he was afraid Hyunjin wouldn’t accept it. He didn’t want to cause discourse in the pack because the others seemed so hellbent on getting Hyunjin in the pack and they were happy. He would be happy too, he just wasn’t sure if Hyunjin would be happy around him.
Meanwhile, Changbin made his exit from the kitchen and smiled. “We’ll looky here.” He called. “Chan really did bring us a present.” He teased.
If you have made this far down, thank you so much!!! If you're interested at all in rping, please send me a dm or an ask! I'm looking for long term partners to create beautiful worlds together! 💖
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Stolen Heart (4)
Part One | Part Two | Part Three
@ninibears-erigom @baekwell--tart @mint-yooxgi @kimjongdaely @yeoldontknow @suhoerections @fairyyeols
Warning: Mentions of drugs and guns and smut
Word Count: 1.5k
Baekhyun was so confusing to you. He told you to stay away but saved you time and time again. You knew he probably meant it the last time he told you to back off. He was probably tired of you just happening to end up being the damsel in distress but you couldn't help it. You wanted to see him, he was so mysterious and angry. Honestly you were incredibly turned on by his secretive nature and the bad boy vibes he so eloquently pulled off.
That night you stood outside O'douls in your skinny jeans that you paired with a white tank top to keep it simple. Your stomach was flipping upside down in knots as you tried to convince yourself to go ahead and pull that bar door open. The one right there with the giant O on it, the door that would lead you to see the man who claimed he didn't care about you but his actions definitely proved otherwise.
Taking one more deep breath, you pulled open the door to O'douls, a bar frequented by gangs, bikers, drug dealers, etc. They were the type of people your mom warned you about, the kind of people you didn't want to hang around, somewhere a girl like you should never be, yet here you were with your hand clutched to the handle of the door, slowly pulling it open.
The bar was smaller than you thought it would be, and you had expected it to be packed with people but it was quiet, with only a few people who weren't happy with your intrusion. You stood inside the bar, looking at the back of a man you knew was Baekhyun and just in front of him, from what you could see was a table with drugs laid out across it, guns surrounding the drugs and three terrifying men sitting across from Baekhyun.
"Well, who do we have here?" One man growled, looking you up and down.
Baekhyun slowly turned around, looking you directly in the eyes. You could see the sudden change of emotion when he realized it was you, anger, and then terror before back to anger.
"Get the fuck out. We're busy." Baekhyun snaps. You wanted to leave. At this moment, you would have listened to him, but unfortunately for you, your legs had decided they weren't going to work at the moment. Your stomach dropped, knots taking over, along with a lump in your throat.
"Go!" Baekhyun growls, but still your body is made of jello at the moment you weren't going anywhere.
"Now now, Byun. Let's let this pretty little thing come sit on my lap. Maybe she wants to come do a little line with me?" One man says, winking at you.
You sure did not.
"C'mere." Another man demands but you don't move.
"Jinyoung. Leave it alone." Baekhyun snaps.
"Shut the fuck up, Byun. C'mere bitch." Jinyoung demands again.
"I won't tell you again, Jinyoung." Baekhyun snaps. "Leave it the fuck alone." He snaps, backing up slightly and putting his hand around your wrist and pulling you behind him.
"And I won't tell you again, Byun. Shut the fuck up and lemme have my fun. Or is this bitch yours? She looks like she wants to come over here, so c'mon princess, come see daddy." Jinyoung purred.
"I don't want anything to do with you." You blurt out by accident. You had been thinking it and then Baekhyun put his hand on your wrist and it felt nice, then your mouth began to speak without permission. Shit.
"What'd you say bitch?" Jinyoung snaps, standing up from the table in a rage.
"You wanna keep our good standing, good drugs and guns? You'll leave her the fuck alone, and let her go with no issues, Jinyoung. Or do you want a repeat of the last time you tried to fuck with us? You're not quite as strong since you lost Jackson." Baekhyun says.
"Is that a threat?" Jinyoung asks with a smile.
"Nah man, it's a fucking promise." Baekhyun spits.
Jinyoung's smile fades away as he motions for the other two men to stand up and follow him out. "Our usual order of coke, meth, crystal and pills." Jinyoung says to Baekhyun before looking at you. "I'll be seeing you soon, princess." He finishes, sliding his gun into the waist of his jeans and walking out of the bar.
Once Jinyoung and his men leave, you feel as though you can finally breathe. Baekhyun turns around to face you, his face angry and stone cold.
"You just don't listen do you?" He snaps, walking slowly towards you. You walk backwards, terrified of how he was, and how mad he seemed to be at the moment.
"I just.." you stuttered.
"What? You just what?" He asked, backing you into a wall.
Baekhyun leans in close, you can feel his hot breath on your ear as he slams his hand against the wall next to your head. "I've told you time and time again to not come around. Why can't you listen?" He growls.
"Because.. I want to see you." You confess.
"I've told you to stay away from me. I'm a dangerous man." He says. "I'll tell you one more time. Stay far away. Now get out." He snaps, walking away from you.
"I don't want to stay away." You admit, walking towards him. "I can't stop thinking about you."
You hear a small rumble from inside him as his back faces you. "I'm not good for you." He snaps.
"You don't get to decide what's good for me and what's not. I decided that, and I have yet to see where you aren't." You say, even though you know he's right. The drugs, the guns, sketchy people are all good enough reasons, but not for you.
Baekhyun swiftly turns around, looking you in the eyes. "Trust me when I say I will just end up ruining you."
"I don't care." You whisper.
Baekhyun reaches out, wrapping his large hand around the back of your neck, pulling your body into his before he harshly presses his lips to yours while pushing you against the wall. He hands reach for yours, lifting them both up and pinning them over your head while his tongue slides into your mouth deepening the kiss.
He keeps both your hands pinned against the wall with one hand while his other one roam's your body, sending shivers down your spine. Baekhyun breaks the kiss, placing small kisses on your neck and chest. He releases your arms, gripping the neck of your shirt before tearing it in half, exposing your perky breasts.
You knew today was a good day to go without a bra.
Baekhyjn reaches down, cupping your breast, placing a nipple in his mouth, harshly sucking on the hard bud.
"Mhm." You moan.
"We need to make this fast." He growls, turning you around. "Pull down your pants." He demands.
You quickly undo your pants, pulling them down enough that you're able to spread your legs and bend over. Baekhyun groans from behind you, undoing his own pants and letting his hard cock spring free, pre cum seeping from the tip of his cock.
"Shit." He groans, lining himself up with you before pushing his cock inside your tight pussy.
Baekhyun reaches around, grabbing your throat, and pulling you back flush against him while he squeezes your neck and brutally fucks you.
"I knew your pussy would feel so fucking good." He grunts, pumping himself into you. His hand leaves your throat, trailing down your body and in between your legs before rubbing your clit. Baekhyun relishes in the sound of your moans, and you telling him to fuck you faster.
Fuck he loves it.
He continues to fuck you, rubbing your clit roughly. Judging by the sound of your moans you were going to cum soon.
"Oh god." You cry out.
"Cum." He demands.
With those words, you cum immediately, soaking his cock with your wetness.
"Fuck." He grunts, his thrusts becoming faster but sloppier.
"I'm gunns cum." He yells, pulling his cock out of you and bending you over with one hand, becoming using his other one to rub his cock and cum all over your back.
Baekhyun catches his breath before pulling up his pants and finding a cloth to wipe you down with.
Once the two of you were dressed and settled, and you had a sweater on over your ripped shirt, Baekhyjn began to talk.
"Look.." he says, being cut off by someone outside yelling.
"Princess? Are you still in here?" You hear the voice of Jinyoung before the first door is pulled open.
"Shit." Baekhyun whispers. He grabs a gun, tucking it in the waist of his jeans before grabbing your hand and pulling you towards the back of the building.
"I know you're here. You never left." You hear in the front of the bar while you and Baekhyun slip through the back.
Nothing ever works out the way it should.
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Runaway [8]
requested: no lol
group/member: EXO/ Baekhyun
word count: 5.9k
summary: All it takes is being at the wrong place, at the wrong time for you to be dragged back into the world you had tried so hard to leave behind.
[a/n]: aaaaaand i’m finally back lmfao so to make a long story short i rlly have no idea where this story is going so i just kinda write?? and whatever happens happens and well,,,,,,, this happened. unedited bc we die like men also i’ve had no sleep
warnings: violence, mentions of drug/drug use (marijuana), alcohol, smut (finally bitches)
When you say the boys bickered the entire way to the fair, you meant the entire way. Baekhyun was being as annoying as ever, teasing both you and your brother constantly. You were used to it but Tae was not, and the fact that his temper may have been quicker than yours started to show. Everything you said just seemed to make it worse, so you decidedly kept your mouth shut for most of the walk, but there was no stopping the grin on your face.
"And just what are you grinning at?" Your brother whipped his head towards you, lifting his hand to push at your forehead. "Wipe it off your face, you look dumb."
"I just missed you." You said, a little surprised at your own tone. "I haven't seen you in a while and so much has changed again recently that it's good to do something... normal, y'know?" You ignored the way your brother side-eyed you for a moment, the corners of his lips tugging down into a frown. He didn't say anything, but you knew it was enough to clue him in. He'd always been too smart for his own good.
"You said we had a lot to talk about." Tae said it bluntly, not asking you in any way. He stopped walking and turned to face you directly with furrowed brows. You stopped also, but with much more hesitance than he had, grateful that the streets had emptied out and there were hardly any people near you. "Is it what I think it is?"
"...yeah." You answered honestly, keeping your eyes locked on his. "But it's not exactly how you're thinking it-"
"I don't care how different it is, you promised!" He hissed angrily, grabbing at the sleeves of your jacket. "You promised me no more, that you were done-"
"I was!" You yelled. Baekhyun, who was being strangely silent, began to look around, and so you made sure to quiet yourself. "I was done, but I didn't have a choice this time. I would have been killed." You explained in as little words as possible, hoping that your brother would let it go for now. "That's why I said we had to talk about it, but can we have just a couple of good hours together before we go back and deal with this shit? Please?"
The tendons in your brother's neck jumped as he grit his teeth, jerking his body to the side, where his eyes landed on Baekhyun. "And how is he involved?"
"Later, please." You hated how exhausted you sounded, how 'emotionally tired' practically dripped from your words. But it was enough that your brother seemingly let it go, his shoulders sagging with the long exhale he gave. Without another word he turned and continued walking, leaving you behind. Baekhyun came around to your side and nudged you forward, looping his arm back around your shoulders. Your brother hadn't gone too far ahead, having stopped to wait for you guys at the corner, but once he saw you two were following he continued on his way. It was reassuring that he was still going to the fair with you, and hopefully it meant that he would be just as forgiving later when you actually explained. If he wanted nothing to do with you, then he would have already been gone. He's always been the type to stick to his guns, whether the people involved were strangers, friends, or family.
"You don't have to stay while we talk later." Baekhyun didn't look your way after you spoke, and for a moment you were worried you had spoken too lowly.
"Do you want me too?" He asked in response, again not looking your way at all, and somehow that bothered you. You still didn't understand why he was acting so differently around you, and you knew that there was no merit in what he told you earlier. Of course he had been teasing you, because who admitted to a crush so casually after so little time knowing that person? And in public in broad daylight?
You weren't a virgin by any means, but your actual romantic experience was next to nothing. Your parents had never had a good relationship so there were no early examples to draw from, and the older you got the less of a chance you had to find something for yourself. If it hadn't been for the fact that you were forced to go to extreme lengths for your family, then maybe you would have, but it was hard to have crushes when you're surrounded predominantly by older, mean, ruthless men and a whole lot of bloodshed. There were one night stands all the time, so it wasn't that you were unsatisfied, but you didn't know how to tell genuine interest from anything else.
As far as you knew, Baekhyun could just be wanting to keep an eye on you, make sure you wouldn't try to bail, or he was trying to get close to you to convince you to give up the key. He was just invested because of his pride, not because he actually wanted you. There had been too many incidents, too many accidents and 'I didn't mean it's and altercations because you had been dumb enough to trust a man in your line of work.
Even still, you found yourself answering Baek with "No." You wet your lips and couldn't help but bite onto your bottom one anxiously. "I would honestly feel better if you stayed, I guess."
"Then I stay." His answer came quick, and his voice was firm when he said it, like he wasn't going to change his mind for anything. He stopped walking and used the arm on your shoulder to stop you also, turning to face you. "Don't worry about that for now, anyway." He reached upwards and pushed your hair back, lifting his other hand to smooth the frizz down at the top, before leaving them resting on your cheeks. Either you were beginning to blush or his hands were just very, very warm. "We're gonna go to this carnival, have some fun, get some food, and then figure it out as we go, so get stepping." He turned you to face forward again and shoved you lightly, making sure to fall in line with you after. It was enough to make you laugh, deciding to do as he says and just deal with everything as it happens instead of ruining the time out by stressing. Besides, who knew when you would be able to leave the hideout like this again, so it was better to just take advantage of it.
By that time, you guys could finally see the fair at the corner, and the awkward form of your brother leaning against the gates of the entrance. He had already bought his wristband and had it looped loosely around his right wrist, his left hand fiddling with his phone. As the two of you hurried over to join him, Tae stood fully, shoving his hand roughly into his pocket to pull something out.
"Here," His hand shot out towards the two of you before you were even fully there, and you saw two more wristbands dangling from his hand. "Hurry up, I want to ride the Zipper first." Without another word, he turned and went through the gates, flashing his wristband when the attendant tried to stop him. You moved quickly after him, fastening the wristband around yourself as you darted through the gates, Baekhyun close behind on your heels.
The lines weren't too bad tonight, and you guys were able to quickly get on the rides that you wanted. True to your word from earlier, you sat next to your brother on almost all of the rides and Baekhyun didn't say a word about it, just settling himself in the carts behind you or even skipping the ride altogether. He claimed that the Zipper would make him way too nauseous and resorted to being the bag man of the trip, to which your brother certainly wasn't complaining. Tae would just pile his jacket into Baek's arms and throw his little backpack at him before getting into line without a word. You knew that he was just giving you and your brother the time together, and you really were thankful for him letting you out. You didn't know if you two would be in trouble with Suho later, but hopefully once the two explained everything he would let you off easy.
The three of you rode most of the rides there (thanks to the wristbands) and played quite a few games in between, which is where Baekhyun really became useful. It came to the point where you couldn't even see Baekhyun's hair over the pile of giant stuffed animals in his arms, of which only two were yours. The other few of them belonged to your brother, who surprisingly had very good aim (it must have run in the family). Tae seemed to be enjoying himself well enough, your usually rather stoic brother cracking more than a few grins throughout the night. It was nice to have the time with him, and the longer you spent out, the less you minded Baekhyun being there with you.
It was after you caught your brother stifling his third yawn in about twenty minutes that you made the suggestion to leave. He blinked at you with bleary eyes and agreed with you, and it was then that you felt the anxiety begin to bubble in your stomach. Grabbing a few of the stuffed animals from Baekhyun, the three of you left the park and headed towards the train station; your brother lived only two stops away from where he worked, which was one of the reasons why he liked the job. He said it was a pain to find work somewhere else since everywhere else was too far, but you had the sneaky suspicion your brother just liked the tips he would get from the university girls.
Usually anxiety made you feel like everything was moving at a snails pace, slow and steady to the point you felt like you would go insane before anything happened. Today, it felt like everything was sped up, like someone had pressed the nitro boost on the train to make it accelerate at an alarming rate. Things were moving too fast for you, and you were scrambling to make a plan for when you spoke to your brother, but your brain was too overcrowded with worst case scenarios and blow out arguments to even start. The two stops passed fast enough that you felt you had only just sat down, and then a few blurry moments later your brother was putting his code in for the door to his apartment. He kicked off his shoes at the door and left them where they landed, trudging in to plop onto his armchair. You followed behind him, taking the time to put his sneakers on the rack and placing yours neatly by the edge before following him into the living room, Baekhyun right behind you.
As you situated yourself on the side of the couch closest to your brother, he began to speak. "So, please, enlighten me as to how everything is different this time, and how the bozo on your left is involved."
Baekhyun huffed indignantly but otherwise stayed silent, wisely redirecting his attention somewhere else. You ran a hand through your hair, mussing it up before flopping it back down to your lap, huffing yourself. "It's different this time because I didn't have a choice, Tae. I didn't even go willingly this time, I was knocked out and taken. Saw something I wasn't supposed to, and the option was do as they said or die. If I'm being honest, I told them to just kill me, but then the asshole just smirked at me and told one of his guys to take me to my room. And then some people from Owls showed up at my apartment and shot the place up and that's how I got sucked back in." You weren't sure how much you had actually breathed while spitting that out, and if how you were panting was anything to judge by, you didn't think you had. "And then I got used as bait and we took down the guys who were trying to kill me but then they said that they knew you and I didn't have a choice, Tae. I did what I had to."
Your brother was completely silent while you spoke, only blowing a strand of hair out of his eyes when you had finished. "And him?" He asked, jutting his chin towards Baekhyun.
"I was the one who brought her in." Baek spoke before you could, and effectively telling your brother the one thing you wouldn't have mentioned. "I had a deal outside of her apartment building, and she came home right in the middle of it. She put up a good fight, but I got her and now here we are."
You shifted nervously, picking at the fabric of your pants with eyes that flickered back and forth between Baekhyun and your brother. Your brother leaned forward and rested his elbows on his knees, running his hands through his hair and messing it up. "So you're the reason we're going through this shit again?" He huffed, standing up straight out of the chair. He only took a few steps forward, but everything about him screamed that he was a second from snapping. "You-" His voice was raising and he aggressively pointed at Baekhyun, stepping close enough this time that his fingertip was inches away from Baekhyun's face. "You are the reason that everything has gone to shit again?"
Baekhyun's face was steeled- a dangerous sort of calm as he reached up and moved your brothers hand out of face. "Yeah."
The hand that Baekhyun had moved away suddenly curled into a fist and flashed forward so quickly you would have missed it if not for your hyper vigilance in the tense atmosphere. Baekhyun's head had snapped backwards, one arm reaching backwards to steady himself on the back of the couch and the other flinging forward to grab onto your brothers shirt. He pushed himself off of the couch with his legs and used his momentum to shove Tae backwards. Tae tripped over the coffee table and fell backwards, Baekhyun quickly getting on top of him. Baek's knees were on your brothers forearms and he was sitting on his chest to keep him pinned. Your brain finally kicked in and you lunged off the couch, throwing yourself across the table to tackle Baekhyun off of him, and as soon as Baek's weight was gone, your brother rolled over and got up, swinging at Baek again.
"Tae, stop!" You yelled, trying to grab his arms, but he shook you off roughly and went after Baekhyun again and again. Grabbing his arms again, you tried to pin them behind his back but he shoved you this time, sending you crashing into the table.
"You motherfucker!" Tae screamed, throwing his leg out to kick Baekhyun in his side, who managed to grab his leg and yank him to the floor, rolling on top of him again. "You fucking asshole, do you have any idea what you've done?" He bucked and threw Baekhyun off of him, shooting up onto his knees to drive an elbow into Baekhyun's chest. The two continued to grapple on the floor until you had finally had enough, anxiety and adrenaline and upset all bubbling forward until you abruptly sat on the couch and burst into tears.
Your brother was just venting, and you knew it, but for some reason you couldn't focus on anything other than the fact that despite all of the attacks on him, Baekhyun had yet to retaliate against your brother even once. Every move he had made towards Tae was purely of defense and attempts to pin him, and it showed you a different side of Baekhyun. Maybe you were being self-centered in the whole situation, thinking things were because of you when they probably weren't, trying to make yourself into a victim when you most likely didn't have a right to be, but there was a part of you that believed Baekhyun was trying to spare you as much in the situation as possible.
And the situation was one that honestly scared you, and wondered where your brother had been keeping all of this rage and sadness bottled up inside of him. He was screaming about the times before and how things had been so, so good, and it broke your heart. You knew he wouldn't ever turn out the way you had, that he wouldn't make the same rash decisions you had at his age, but watching him throw perfectly formed punches with a brutal amount of force behind them made you think about the circumstances in which he had learned them.
The two stopped almost immediately, both freezing in place before turning to look at you. Your brother managed to scramble over first, fixing his hair with one hand and using the other to awkwardly pat your shoulder.
"You two are such assholes!" You blubbered, gesturing vaguely between the two of them. "This- this isn't what I wanted, I just wanted you not to hate me and cut me off and-"
"I don't hate you." Your brother rushed out, almost slurring his words with how fast he tried to speak. "And I'm not gonna cut you off or anything so just- just don't do that." He gestured to your face, cringing away from you after. "Just don't cry, I don't know how to handle people crying."
So you cried more. "I didn't have a choice, Tae, they knew where you lived!"
"I know, I know." He frantically tried to soothe you. "I'm not mad at you, I just don't want things to be like before-"
"I didn't have a choice then either, Tae! Neither of them were working and we were starting to get eviction threats, for Christ's sake. I did what I had to!"
"You left me-"
"They threw me out! Beat the shit out of me and then threw me on the streets in the middle of the fucking night." Your voice broke again, and it was then that Baekhyun slumped down on your other side, his arm finding its way onto your hunched back, his thumb gliding gently. "I was fifteen, too young for a real job and no where else to go. I didn't have a choice, Tae. I just did what I could to make shit work." There was a long pause after you finished, the silence of the room filled with your shaky breathing and sniffles.
"Well, it didn't." He finally said. His voice was harsh and firm and he turned to glare down at you, lips pursed like he had something more to say. Instead of speaking, he just licked his lips and huffed, turning on his heel and walking down the hallway, leaving you and Baekhyun in the wavering silence of the living room. Wavering because you were trying to pull it together, to turn the sobbing into silence, relapsing back into cries every couple of tries. Baekhyun was still being quiet, not getting too close as you worked through your shit, and eventually you had pulled it together enough to speak clearly.
"I guess that's our cue to show ourselves out." You said with a shaky voice, rubbing the palms of your hands against your legs before patting them and standing.
He reached out and grabbed one of your hands, cupping it in both of his before grabbing the other one and covering it. "You're shaking," He murmured, sounding like he was talking more to himself than he was to you.
You shifted your weight awkwardly, pulling your hands from him and shoving them into your jacket pockets. "Can we just go already?" You whined, already moving towards the door. He trailed after you, putting his shoes on halfway before following you out of the door and fixing them as he went. He came up behind you and tried to pull your hand out of your pocket, but you yanked yourself away from him and quickened your pace, eager to get home and sleep and forget about all of this as soon as possible.
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A few hours, a good cry, and a fat nap later, you found yourself waking up in the near middle of the night. You had skipped dinner after your explanation to Suho (who looked like a disappointed father when you returned) and went right to your room, and you could feel the effects of not eating coiling in your stomach after so long. Still in your clothes from earlier, you stumbled out of your room and headed towards the kitchen.
The light was already on in there, and the sliding door that lead to the smoking room was open a few inches. You ignored it, pouring yourself a glass of water and heating it up in the microwave for some tea. Rummaging around in the fridge yielded nothing but leftovers and small snacks, so you settled for kimchi and cold fried rice, eating while your tea steeped. It wasn't until you had shoveled your first large bite of mixed food into your mouth that you heard the muffled cursing from the room beside you. Cheeks still puffed from the food, you stood and made your way over to the door and peeked in.
You were surprised to see Baekhyun sitting there, an open bottle of whiskey and a tall glass filled halfway with the said drink next to him. He was fiddling with something in his hands, and as you opened the door wilder and walked in, you realized he was running his lighter down a barely lit joint.
"Damn," He hissed, putting it out before attempting to relight it, and even from where you were standing, you could see how his form hunched in the chair and how his hands were shaking. He hadn't even noticed you were in the room yet, showing you just how smashed he was, so you walked over to him and snatched the joint from him, setting it in between your lips and pulling to light it. After you exhaled the smoke and checked to make sure it wasn't canoeing like before, you passed it back to him. He took it and immediately inhaled deeply, exhaling through his nose before hitting it again and passing it back to you.
"What are you doing, Baek?" You asked him quietly. "I thought I was the one with midnight breakdowns around here."
He laughed humorlessly, a quick scoff that made you sit straight. "I needed everything to stop for a little while." He replied, taking a long swig of his drink. "Was too loud." He mumbled.
You reached over and took the bottle, dragging it to your side of the coffee table before taking a long sip, wincing from the burn after. "Wanna talk about it?" You ashed the joint and passed it back to him, but your only answer was a long groan as a soft thud as his head hit the table.
"I fuck up everything in sight." He whined, lifting his head just enough to take a long puff before setting it back down again. "No matter where I go, I fuck things up so I feel good and then it bites me in the ass later."
"What'd you do this time?" You asked, barely managing to hide the amusement in your voice, although any that you felt was immediately squashed after he spoke next.
"You." He moaned miserably, burying his head in his arms. You didn't know how to answer and just decided not to, watching the ashes fall from the end of the paper and flutter to the floor. "I've never had to deal with this shit before. Anyone I've brought in, I've never been close to like this. I didn't just see what I did to you, but I had to face your brother and see what I did to him too. And I can't fix any of it, can't do a damn thing about it."
"Why is it bothering you so much, Baek?" You leaned over and placed your hand on his head, threading your fingers through his soft hair and running your hand through it to soothe him. "I'm not mad anymore, I've accepted it."
'Because I have big feelings for you. I don't wanna name them yet because that shit scares me, but I do." His free hand reached upwards to cover yours on his head, stilling it. He didn't turn to look at you, but somehow you got the feeling that he wasn't as smashed as you had thought.
"What feelings?" You surprised yourself by asking.
"Sappy shit." He spat out, sounding almost angry. "I like your face, but I like your smile more. I like your eyes and your stupid nose and your witch cackle laugh and the weird snort you sometimes do when you try not to laugh. I like how much you like penguins and sharks and how loyal and strong you are. I like how hard you've worked to take car of your brother, and how you're trying to take care of me now. I like how excited you get when you talk about shit you like because you're just so fucking cute sometimes that it disgusts me, and then I get disgusted by how much I like liking you. It shouldn't be like this but it is and I know shit won't go anywhere because I fucked your life up again, and it doesn't matter if you don't hate me for it because I already hate myself." He rambled on and on, stopping only once to take another insanely long drag of the joint, followed by an even longer swig of his whiskey, draining the glass.
"I'm only gonna say this straight because of how drunk you are, it's kind of hard to get embarrassed." You smiled, reaching with your other hand to take the joint from him and place it down in the ashtray. You pulled both of his hands away from himself, pulling him into a straight sitting position and locking eyes with him. "I'm pretty sure I like you too. You annoy me but it's only because the things you say make me embarrassed, and I hate how I can't react the way I want to around you. My heart does fucking flips in my chest and I feel like throwing up all of time because I'm stuck between wanting to touch you and wanting to stay away so I didn't catch these feelings, but obviously it didn't work, because here we are."
" 'M drunk," He whispered, slurring his words slightly. His eyes were cast aside, avoiding yours as best as she could, so you grabbed him by the cheeks and forced him to look at you.
"You are, but that doesn't mean this isn't real." He leaned into your palms, turning his head to the side to press a light kiss to your hand.
You laughed lightly, starting to draw your hands back. Baekhyun followed your movements, rising on wobbly legs to lean over the coffee table towards you, slumping clumsily towards you. His forehead knocked into yours harshly and he lost balance, nearly falling on top of you, but you were quick enough to steady him and laughed breathlessly. His eyes were closed, his breath warm as his god damn whiskey breath smacked you in the face, but the tension in the air was enough that you ignored it, moving your eyes from his closed ones to his lips, and you decided to hurry up and just do it, surging upwards to close the gap.
His reaction was instantaneous- his arms flying up to your back, one of them sliding upwards to wind itself tightly into your hair. His mouth slotted sloppily over yours, using his hand in your hair to angle your head to deepen the kiss. He stepped around the small coffee table, managing not to lose contact with your body, instead pressing himself against you. The space between you two was minimal, reduced to nothing as he absolutely dominated the kiss. It was hot and heavy and aggressive, like a stretched out rubber band that was about to snap at any moment.
Baekhyun spun your bodies around, taking up where you had previously been sitting on the chair and yanking you down onto his lap. The hand in your hair tightened, pulling your head back sharply and breaking the kiss, allowing Baekhyun the room to mouth hotly at you neck, pressing open mouthed kisses and laving his tongue down to your clavicle before moving back upwards to bite down near your pulse point. You keened, moaning airily at the sensations. Your hand flew upwards, grappling at his shoulder to find purchase, to steady yourself in the too fast and too intense situation.
The hand wrapped around your waist slinked lower, his hand coming down to palm your ass, gripping it roughly before moving back to your waist, pulling your hips down to grind harshly into his. You were turned on enough at this point that the smallest bit of pressure sent your nerves haywire, and feeling his already hard length pressing into you sent your body up in flames. Your breath hitched, choking on the groan that rose in your throat, and you could feel the vibrations on your neck from Baekhyun's satisfied hum.
"So eager already." He murmured, pulling back from you to stare at you with hazy eyes. His hands never stopped moving, one moving back to your ass and the other trailing to your front to palm your heat through your jeans. His hands would fiddle with he button of your jeans before trailing down to your center, putting pressure against you as he dragged his hand back upwards again to the button. "Want me to touch you, baby?"
"Yes," you breathed, shuddering on his lap. "Please, Baekhyun."
He hummed, flicking open the button and pulling down your zipper far enough that his hand fit in, and he wasted no time in touching you. His fingers dragged roughly over your panties before finding the edges, wiggling his hand past the band and right onto your soaked mound. "So wet, so hot." He said, fingers gliding across your clit with ease, sending you bucking into him. "Want you so much, wanna bend you over this table and fuck you stupid right here."
You groaned , placing your hands behind you on Baekhyun's knees to steady yourself, leaning back to there was more room between the two of you. He started to tug at the waistband of your jeans, and you lifted off of his lap so he could tug them down for you. He was frenzied now, moving so quickly that he didn't bother taking your pants all the way off, leaving the jeans and panties dangling from one of your ankles. Instead of sitting back on his lap, he flipped you over and pinned your body to the couch, stuffing two fingers inside of you.
Your hips bucked, forcing Baekhyun to put his hands on your hips and push to keep you still. A long, feral moan tore from your throat, one arm flying into his hair to grip tightly. His fingers were long and thin, reaching deeper parts of you that you could never reach yourself, and as he crooked his fingers inside of you, you felt like you were melting into the couch.
"Please," You begged, voice breathy and words slurred almost to the point of in-coherency. "Please, Baek, need more." You groaned, attempting to roll your hips into his. He didn't respond, opting to move instead. Without a word, he slid his body down yours until his face was directly in front of your sopping heat, and you watched him lick his lips once before diving in.
The second his lips wrapped around your clit and sucked your body caved in on itself, body twitching at the sudden over-stimulation. His fingers were thrusting in and out of you at a rapid pace, his wrist flicking skillfully to drag them along your inner walls in rhythm with his swirling tongue. He was eating you like a man starved, and had you not been so many sheets to the wind, you might've been embarrassed at the obscene noises the two of you were making.
Your body shuddered, walls fluttering over his fingers as he pushed you closer to the edge. You whined desperately, writhing on the couch underneath his onslaught. "Gonna come on my fingers, baby?" Baekhyun suddenly sat up onto his knees, putting more force behind his hand. "I want you to, wanna see you dripping all over my hand, wanna see your face all fucked out underneath me. Would you like that, baby?" Moaning loudly, you nodded frantically, eyes screwed shut. You could feel the pressure building, the coil in your stomach burning bright red with the heat you were feeling You just needed one good push, just a little more to send you over the edge, and Baekhyun didn't disappoint. His other hand trailed upwards from where it had been occupied with your breasts, up to your throat where it curled around it, fingers squeezing with just enough pleasure to have your head tipping back and hips stuttering.
Everything was building up, it was reaching a peak so intense that it almost scared you. You had never felt like this before, not this fast, and most certainly not just from someones fingers. His thumb rubbing on your clit, his fingers hitting all the right spots inside you, and his had wrapped around your throat was finished off by his single word. "Cum." And you did. You did so strongly that you swear you blacked out for a moment, eyes squeezed shut tightly enough that white exploded behind them, Your body arched higher than it had before, shuddering and twitching as he continued his onslaught, high pitched whines flowing continuously from you.
"Good girl." He said, slowing his thrusts gradually, letting you ride out the last bits of your high. He pulled his fingers from you slowly, dragging them over your clit and sending you whining, body twisting to get away from the near painful sensations. His hand reached up to smooth over your mussed up hair, and even as your body shook from the aftershocks, your eyes slid closed. You were trying to catch your breath, but Baekhyun was trying to clumsily detach himself from you. Eventually he did so and disappeared for a moment, returning shortly with a few tissues.
"Let's get you cleaned up and in bed, baby girl." You hummed in complacent agreement, not yet having the energy or will to move. He carefully dressed you back up, not bothering the button your pants all the way, however, as he attempted to help you up. Both of you were still shaky, but the experience seemed to have sobered him up enough that he could support your weight. The two of you made your way back into your room, Baekhyun flopping onto your bed while you slowly changed, before settling in beside him. As the two of you situated yourselves, intertwining legs and maneuvering arms around, you realized that this was a type of complacent you hadn't felt in a long time, a content, calm, and happy feeling settling inside your chest. It was with this warmth, this content inside and out, and in Baekhyun's arms that you drifted off to sleep, for once not worried about tomorrow.
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exo_baekhyun | Hoax pt.10
Hoax_ to trick into believing or accepting as genuine something false and often preposterous.
Requested by anon
pairing: baekhyun ⨯ reader ⨯ chanyeol
feat. jongdae, minseok, suho, sehun
content: angst, fluff, slice of life, gang au, high school au, some mature language, smoking, pinning, drinking, violence, blood, cheating
rating: PG-13
type: fanfic, series
word count: 2.9K
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… As it has been said in a song series
04. “Well, isn’t this exactly where you like me?
I am exactly where you like me, you know”
- But It’s Better If You Do - P!atD
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[ part 1 | part 2 | part 3 | part 4 | part 5 | part 6 | part 7 | part 8 | part 9 | part 10 | part 11 ]
“I’m sorry”, your voice echoed in Baekhyun’s mind as he drove. To nowhere, he never wants to get anywhere, just- he just felt like running away, so maybe he’d make up his mind about you, about himself. What kind of person he became, all of a sudden, for you. Not that he ever strived to be like that, he just couldn’t help himself.
Now, he has to make up his mind and if you’re not gonna let go of him. Maybe he has to do this himself. It’d be the best. When you leave for college, he’s gotta stay. He’ll take the old man Kim business and make the best out of it. You’re not part of the equation in this, you’ll get hurt- or worse. Baekhyun can’t afford having you hurt because of what he decided to be when you tried to make something better out of him.
When Baekhyun pulls over, he’s not quite sure where he is, but when he comes to it, he looks around and finds himself in his old neighborhood. Where he was raised, when Mr. Kim was just a nice single-man next door, Suho’s dad. Back then, he wasn’t wasn’t a complete self-centered jerk. They were friends. The six of them, Jongdae, Minseok, Suho, Yixing, Baekhyun himself and... Chanyeol too.
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But- That’s when Chanyeol was his closest friend, even more than Jongdae. Back then, he wasn’t the worthless bastard who belonged to a family of gangster, people believed he could’ve done well. Baekhyun could handle anyone. There’s so many guys you could choose, Baekhyun would’ve accepted better - or, at least, he likes to think he would. Just not Chanyeol, it’s been enough to pretend Chanyeol’s nothing a classmate and now he has to see you with him, being happy as he wishes he could make you.
Baekhyun tried before, he tried convincing himself to stop this relationship or whatever anyone would call it. Whatever you call it. He sincerely thought it’d be better for you to find someone who could make you happy without having to walk hidden in shadows and corners here and there, but, he knows, he’s too selfish. Maybe as much as you’re being, maybe more because this isn’t him just accepting what you want, this is him not being able to say no because he just can’t let go.
The sound of the keys and the wooden door opening calls Baekhyun attention and he turns his head to see Chanyeol walking in the old house he moved from, the house the six boys use to cause trouble before being called for lunch or dinner, being called out to sit down and study first before playing outside. Chanyeol’s eyes find his, staring from inside the car, somehow and he stops right before going in the house.
Baekhyn can almost see the wheels turning in Chanyeol’s head, but he can’t get himself to do anything about it. He could always simply drive away. Finally, he sees Chanyeol sighing heavily and pulling the door closed.
‘Please, don’t.’ Baekhyun thinks to himself, feeling his body tensing, ‘Just pretend you didn’t see me.’ , Baekhyun pleads, hands clenching on the steering wheel, ‘Just go home and ignore me, Why are you such a-’
“What a dumb bastard!” Baekhyun grumply murmurs to himself as he sees Chanyeol approaching him directly.
Baekhyun sighs once again and forces himself off his Baby . Chanyeol’s still in his school uniform, hands stuck in the front pockets of his jacket, he looks nothing but what a high-achieving high schooler would look. ‘The bastard is even good looking and charming’, Baekhyun thinks to himself with a hidden laughter, ‘He suits her’, he adds bitterly to himself soon after.
“It’s been a while.” Chanyeol says awkwardly when he stops. Baekhyun hums and nods positively as he leans on his car.
Baekhyun sees Chanyeol gathering breath, as if he’d say something, but then he just exhales at once, looking away and hisses to himself.
“What?” Baekhyun asks, crooking his head to the side and Chanyeol looks back at him.
“Nothing” Chanyeol replies at first and there’s a pause and Baekhyun allows it because Chanyeol seems to have words stuck in his throat, whatever they are. He’d like to hear it, “Just-”
‘Ah~ There they are-’ Baekyun thinks to himself as Chanyeol starts.
“When-” Chanyeol exhales again in frustration and takes a step closer, hesitantly, “You know, when I got back and saw you in class I thought, ‘well, maybe we could be friends again’ . But, if I tried to get any closer you just disappeared, everyday. You just disappeared from the classroom.”
Baekhyun would keep this secret that’s now dear to him as much as it was back then. He disappeared to meet you, he was always so eager to embrace you. Still is.
“All you do is using Mr. Kim’s fame as a gangster to push people away?”
“This time it’s true, though” Baekhyun says simply.
“Oh, so- You couldn’t even say hello. Just once?”
“What for? Because we played together when we were kids?” Baekhyun scoffs, shaking his head, “All it’d do is earn you a bad reputation and side-glares for talking to me”, Baekhyun says calmly, “As soon as they heard we used to be close you’d go from top student to gangster minion like this! ” Baekhyun snaps his fingers.
“Oh, I see” Chanyeol laughs to himself, “And here I thought we could still be friends. I’m just that stupid”
“You are.”
Chanyeol hums in reply and takes another step closer and now they’re way too close, so Baekhyun chuckles.
“What’s wrong with the distance we had a moment ago.” Baekhyun mocks, “You miss me so much that you need to take a better look?” He says playfully, mannering his head as if to give Chanyeol a better angle to take a picture, “You’re talking to me now. Is that anything you’d like to say?”
“Yes” Chanyeol replies readily, “There were some things I wanted to tell you. I wanted us to talk about many things, but now- Now! There’s just one thing that I need to ask.”
“What is it?” Baekhyun asked even though he could tell his old friend’s eyes what would it be, so he ready himself to how the question would come along.
“Y/n” Chanyeol started, not knowing how else to do so and licks his lips, uncertain of how to go on, “About Y/n. Actually, this is backwards-”, Chanyeol says the second part more to himself than to Baekhyun and the later waits, “You made a mess in school today. I heard them saying you could get kicked out and we’re almost graduating. So why? Why did you do all of that for Y/n? What’s so wrong about Y/n and I being a couple? Why can’t it be true? Do you like her?”
The words just poured out of Chanyeol’s lips and by the end his eyes prickled with hidden tears, he just didn’t want to have this conversation in the first place. When someone rushed to him to say what was going on he rushed to see what really was it about, then he heard Baekhyun and the desperation, and anger in his friend’s voice pained him somehow in more than one way. He still can’t understand, he can’t grasp, but he knows he didn’t like the fact that Baekhyun just couldn’t like you as someone started gossiping.
Chanyeol’s last question lingers in the air, tasting bitter on his own tongue as he runs out of breath to speak anymore. Chanyeol likes you- a lot , it’s different than any other times he liked anyone else and he doesn’t want to face anyone who seems willing to have you too. He’s not sure if he’s a coward, maybe he’s unsure of himself. Should he tell you how much he likes you already, the two of you seemed to be moving slowly, you seem to enjoy doing so, but maybe he should pick up a certain pace. Baekhyun isn’t someone to just take things slow, that much Chanyeol’s certain.
Baekhyun stops himself from frowning or exposing how he can read Chanyeol’s thoughts in his expression. Chanyeol just doesn’t change, as he thought. Pulling himself away from the car, Baekhyun straightens his body only making all the more obvious how small he is compared to Chanyeol, thankfully he’s standing on a slightly higher side of the hill. Which is almost nothing, but at least something . Like what you give him.
Once again Baekhyun considers just saying it all. Taking you for himself and get this over with. He’d do whatever it takes to keep you safe, so what’s the matter. It’s just a matter of seconds when a movie goes before his eyes where he can take you with him and everything will work out like a miraculous magic trick. He can do anything as long as you’re there, so why not?
“Yes” Baekhyun replies and Chanyeol breathe is caught in his throat, “I like Y/n”, Baekhyun adds, watching Chanyeol hiccups and step back, much to his pleasure.
Should he say it all now, then. When Chanyeol looks like lost, hurt puppy, eyes wandering everywhere but him.
“I think I should have her instead of you” Baekhyun says boldly, watching Chanyeol look at him with wide eyes, “I got a bastard in my family instead of you. Mr. Kim married my mom instead of yours, so… I got the weak end of the rope on that, so- Just think of Y/n as compensation.” Bekhyun tries sounding as emotionless as he can while Chanyeol watches him in disbelief, “She’ll be the good thing you own me. We’ll be even then”
“Baekhyun, you-” Chanyeol is cut by his own breathless state and as soon as he recoverse he chuckles pathetically, “Who do you think you are to demand to have a person as compensation? You’re just some high schooler! Are you crazy?”
“Some high-schooler” Baekhyun mocks with a sick grin prying his lips, before laughing loudly to himself. Chanyeol looks around, startled and sees a few lights in the neighborhood light up.
“Are you crazy? It’s late! You're gonna wake up the whole neighborhood.”
“Why? Afraid to be seen with a gangster?”Baekhyun asks, “Look closely, Yeol! At us! You and me.” Baekhyun mentions to Chanyeol and then his own self, pulling on Chanyeol’s uniform, before tugging on his long coat, the clothes fit him, but they are way too unfitting for a kid his age and Baekhyun knows it well, “ You’re the high-schooler here. I’m a real gangster. Mr. Kim- Ah, no! Dad is giving me a lot of confidence lately, there’s nothing I can’t do~”
“So?” Chanyeol asks, trying to look at Baekhyun’s eyes, “You wanna treat Y/n like Mr. Kim treats the people he used to play around with before discarding like trash? Is that it?”
“I told you, didn’t I?” Baekhyun insists, “I like Y/n.” He says more clearly this time, “If you don’t have the confidence, then just let me have what I deserve.”
Baekhyun pulled the car’s door open and hopped inside. He couldn’t say it afterall, that’s all Baekhyun could think as he watched Chanyeol become smaller as he drove away. It’s better this way, he thinks. Chanyeol watched him drive by with a heavy heart. If only the year just ended and you and him could take off to college right away. Away from Baekhyun.
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Potent Savages
Genre: Shitty Smuttt!!/ Some daddy baek (yes, that’s a genre)/ Uhhh kinda sweet?/ Trigger warnings??
Exo, OC, and blackpink gang au!
Summary: When baekhyun finds out about aya’s seductive secret mission, baekhyun decides to teach her a few lessons the hard way.
A potent savages short!
Liar, liar, you spark my desire.
Earlier Today
“Eugene Andrews. He’s a very dangerous mercenary with deep connections in the Kaja group, which is something like a mafia made up of the powerful businessmen around the city. Now that Choi Siwon isn’t running it anymore, he’s taken over. With that being said we need him on our side.” Suho spoke sternly while sitting at the head of the meeting table.
“Okay, all of that makes sense. Now, what does that have to do with me?” I asked in slight confusion.
“Well, we need someone to get close to him. Someone who isn’t a threat and also knows how to get into someone’s head. I first thought that baekhyun fits that description pretty well. But, then I realized he could pose as a potential threat in Eugene’s eyes. That’s not what we want, it would have to be you. So, I was thinking you can work some of your charms on him, get him close. You know?”
I nodded with my eyebrows askew. “You want me to seduce him?”
“Yes.”
“I.....uhmmm.”
“Do you accept?” Suho pressed.
“I mean, sure, why not.”
“Great! This is going to be amazing, aya. I just know it.”
“Mhm, I just wonder how baekhyun is going to react.”
“He definitely won't like it. Which is why we can't tell him.”
I looked at him with a scrunched up face. “I'm not going to lie to him, suho.” The man chuckled as if the words meant nothing to him. “I'm serious. I won’t do it.”
“Aya, you can’t. Think about it. The last time I told you to do something like this you got kidnapped. I mean, that was different than this in a lot of ways, but he won’t think of it that way. He’s not going to let you go and we can’t have that because we need Eugene for our future endeavors.” Suho said in a passionate tone. We both know if I tell baekhyun, he will go to suho first. Suho is just trying to save his own ass at this point. But I can understand why.
“Aya, just do me this favor. I’ll definitely owe you one.”
“Fineee. But you better do whatever I ask.” I said before punching his arm.
Later That Day
My arms wrapped tightly around aya as we rocked side to side on the edge of the pool, only our feet emerged in the water. The warm air surrounded us in its own embrace and I gently kissed the top of her head in content. It’s been about a month and a few days since we rescued aya from Siwon. Let me tell you something, the saying you never know what you have until you lose it is so true. I was so miserable without her in my life. In my arms. Just near me in general. I felt like a piece of me died when I thought she was killed. But with all that being over, I don’t think I’ve ever been more happy and content. This was the biggest wake-up call of my life.
“Baekhyun?” Aya called. I hummed in response before turning to look at her. “Do you think you would be okay if I did some work by myself tonight?”
I went stiff for one second. “No, I wouldn’t be okay. Why? Are you sick of me hanging around you?” I asked teasingly. She gave a shy smile and giggled. “Well, too bad. I'm not letting you out of my sight. You should know that by now.”
“I understand why you feel that way, honey. But I'm going to have to get out on my own again sometime soon, anyway.” She said sweetly while looking at the pool. I looked around with a soft scoff sounding from my lips. “Why are you trying to run away from me? huh? I should throw you in this pool.” I joked even though I'm actually curious. She chuckled and nudged me in my stomach.
“Seriously, baekhyun. It won’t be dangerous, I’ll go with all the girls. It’ll be chill.” She reasoned.
“What is it that you will be doing?”
“Uhmm, conversing with a future client, you could say.”
“Who?”
“Just a guy.”
I felt a tinge of protectiveness and jealousy. I don’t want her around sketchy men anymore. Not without me. “What do you mean by just a guy?”
“A guy that’s a potential client.” She said with a smile. “I'm not smiling.” I said back at her.
“Don’t worry. Suho told me all about him. He’s harmless.”
Later On That Day
My hands pulled up my black silk gown as I slipped my body into it. I posed in the mirror to look at the open back of the dress, popping my knee out to see how high the slit goes up on me. It stopped somewhere close to the top of my right thigh. I look to die for and that’s exactly what I want.
“Eh? Someone’s all dressed up.” Baekhyun said as he stepped out of the bathroom with wet hair and a towel hanging around his waist. He took the other towel that was around his neck and began to dry his hair with it while staring at my reflection in the mirror. I turned around to face the mirror, looking back at him. “Why are you so dressed up just to meet some guy?” He asked.
“i-i just felt like it.” I answered him with a slightly nervous tone. Of course, I can’t tell him I'm dressing like this to seduce a guy tonight. The guilt of lying to him entered my stomach as I looked at his face. Baekhyun let the towel fall around his head and dropped his hands to adjust the towel on his waist. “As long as you’re doing it for yourself I'm fine with it.” He spoke while moving to the bed. plopping on the mattress with a small pout. I matched his pout before bending over a bit to play with my hair and pat the lipstick on my lips. My eyes caught baekhyun’s staring at the back of me, his bottom lip caught between his teeth.
“You should know better than to stare, baekhyun.” I teasingly grinned at him.
“Well, you know what it does to me when you wear silk.” He got up from the bed and snatched the towel off of his damp brown hair. “Hey, no, don’t give me that look.” I said with a chuckle. He stared me down with hungry eyes, wetting his lips with his tongue as he walked towards me slowly. “What’s this? Are you nervous?” He asked in a sexy low tone.
“Yo, baekhyun, I have somewhere to be and I can’t get caught u-” I tried to stop him with words before he grabbed me roughly. My body twirled around, my face hitting his bare chest. “Do you think I care about where you have to be? What’s so important about that guy anyway?” He pressed while walking forward and making me take steps back. The skin of my back that is exposed by my dress pushed up against the mirror and baekhyun’s hand did the same. I was trapped by my half-naked, jealous boyfriend all because of this stupid silk dress. “Don’t make me hunt that bastard down.” He spoke with a smile because he was teasing. He enjoyed the expression on my face at the moment so he’s pressing for more. He wants more. My gaze traveled down his soft neck to his lean torso. I scoffed before putting my hands on his chest. “Baekhyun, as much as I would love for you to rip this dress off of me and fuck me on that balcony....” I got close to his ear before I finished. “I have to go.” I whispered, slipping away from him slowly.
He grabbed my wrist and clicked his tongue before pressing his body up against mine, wrapping his arms around me. “I love it when you talk like that.” He smirked. I giggled, struggling to get out of his hold. “Nope! You can’t run away from me now. It's too late.”
“Knock, knock.” Suho’s voice barged in as he crept inside our room. “Aya. it’s time to go.”
“What?” Baekhyun looked between me and suho. “You’re going with him but I can’t come?”
I laughed and patted his shoulder. “Well, I thought if he came you would more at ease.” Baekhyun slid my hand off his shoulder and kissed it. “So this is how bad you want to get away from me? Okay, I understand, love. Have fun tonight.” He spoke softly. It’s obvious he’s trying his best to be understanding which makes my stomach hurt with guilt even more than before. “I love you, baekhyun. After tonight I don’t want to be apart from you, okay?” I said with a tilt of my head. He gave a pout and nodded. “I’ll see you later, then. Stay safe.” He whispered to me. I hummed in agreement before giving him a quick kiss and slipping out of his reach.
“Ready?” Suho asked.
“Yeah, let’s hurry and get this over with.”
As Night Falls
Chanyeol drove us to our destination in a large black van that probably costs more than my Bugatti with ease. Suho is in the passenger seat setting up some equipment for our very important “mission” quietly. The only other person with us is jisoo, who will be something like my back up tonight. She’s driving a separate car here to act as a getaway, and if I need to act like I came here by myself it will come in handy. I'm hoping I won’t need her though. The fewer people inside the lounge, the better. Chanyeol parked a few feet away from the place, he turned around and gave me a thumbs up before tapping suho on the shoulder. Suho was fiddling with wires absent mindedly and got startled by the sudden touch.
“Oh! right....here, put this on.” Suho said as he reached out to hand me a small earpiece. “We’ll use this to communicate and listen in. We already have access to all the cameras in the lounge so don’t be worried because we’re watching you.”
“Who do you think I am? Why the hell would I be worried?” I said with a confident smirk. “Nothing scares me anymore!” I yelled into the earpiece and suho winced as he held his ear.
“Get out.” Suho said in a dismissive tone. I looked at a smiling chanyeol before pulling the van door open and hopping out. I have to admit, I feel great right now despite lying just to get here. Something about taking on this “mission” by myself is exciting. I mean, the last time I did something like this I got kidnapped and thrown into a concrete hell but this time, ohoho this time! I'm going to avenge myself! “Let’s fucking get it!” I yelled as I closed the door and smiled at the grunts of pain suho made. I walked fast across the street in my expensive high heels. I looked at myself in the glass as I walked up to the door. As always I looked like a damn snack.
“I'm inside. Tell me what you see.” I spoke as quiet and discreet as possible while talking to the people on the other side of my earpiece.
“Everything is looking normal. We can see you clearly, no sign of Eugene though. He might be in some VIP room or something, which is to be expected.” Suho said.
“Hey....you couldn’t get me a VIP room? I don’t want to mix in with all these weirdos.”
“Boo fucking hoo.” Chanyeol said before laughing loudly into the mic. I winced then rolled my eyes. Fucking buttholes. I swayed around the room until I came to the bar. I slid my silk-clad ass into the luxurious red bar stool. I ran a hand through my hair and waved for the bartender. “martini.” I spoke quietly, despite the vibey jazz music playing pretty loudly. He nodded and began my order. I pursed my lips, kind of surprised he heard me so well. “The target is entering, over.” Chanyeol said as if it was a walkie talkie.
“Wait, he wasn’t here this whole time?” I asked discreetly.
“It appears so.” Suho sang into my ear. I bit my lip and looked around to see if I could spot the target. “It’s go time, aya.”
“No shit, sherlock.” I sipped slowly on my martini as I looked around. “Is that him, over there, with the small gold chain and shades at night. Only violent guys do that.” I said while holding my glass to my lips.
“Yup, that’s his crazy ass.” Chanyeol chuckled.
Eugene’s head turned for a second and I quickly looked the other way. I hope he didn’t catch me at that time. “He’s entering a VIP area. I repeat, it’s an area, not a room and it doesn’t have curtains. He must be trying to observe his surroundings.” Suho said.
“Or observe the wide range of sexy ass classy ladies around here, look at that girl, hyung!” Chanyeol yelled into the mic. I heard a faint sound of hitting before chanyeol started making noise in my ear out of pain.
“Aish! Stop zooming in on aya, you dog.” Suho scolded the guy.
“Okay, okay! I was just kidding around. I should fucking hit you back.” He barked back.
“Both of you, shut the hell up, will you?” I whisper yelled with my hand on my ear. I looked towards the VIP area eugene is lounging in swiftly. I made sure he didn’t catch me look before I locked my gaze on something else. He pretty good looking, he’s no baekhyun, but he’s good looking. Right off the bat, he seems like the type of person that will only talk to someone that piques his interest. I have to make sure I catch his eye because I might not even get a hi out of him if I don’t. I downed the rest of my martini and slammed it down on the bar counter.
Watch out, Eugene. I'm coming for you.
Meanwhile
I twisted in my silk covers over and over again, worried about my baby and how she’s holding up right now. I fumbled around throwing a small fit before sitting up. My hands ruffled up my already fluffy hair. “Where the hell are you...” I said to myself. I want to go to sleep but I can’t stop thinking about her. Should I go out by myself? Should I play just like her? I pouted thinking about how she was so adamant on not letting me come with her. Not only is she out meeting some sketchy guy but she’s wearing that sexy black silk dress I only saw her wear once, Which is a good thing because I probably was going to rip it this time around. But, so, I could have just brought her a new one.
“Snap out of it,baekhyun. She’ll be fine without you.” I spoke to myself while slapping my cheeks. I reached for my phone and clicked the call button on chanyeol’s contact. I refuse to be bored and worried tonight.
“H-hello?” Chanyeol answered reluctantly.
“Chanyeolll!” I whined into the phone. “Should we go get drinks?”
“Uhhh, i-im actually really busy right now, and i can’t.” Chanyeol stuttered back at me, raising my suspicion.
“What? Where are you? And why the fuck are you stuttering?” I spoke with my pout still on my face.
“I’m sitting in the car.....”
“Sitting in the car where, idiot?”
“Uhhhh....” Chanyeol just stalled in a nervous voice which was pushing my patience past its limit.
“Chanyeol! If you stall one more time i will jump through this phone and drive a pencil through your head, you bastard!” I yelled into my phone in frustration. He sounds like such an idiot stalling sentences like that. “Ahhh! Okay! Shit! I’m out with suho and aya!” He yelled back at me this time. I knew he could never lie to me. “YAH! WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING THERE!?” My anger was boiling up my whole body. What does she have the whole squad invited to her stupid appointment? Why did she insist on leaving me out like this! “Where the hell are you, huh!?” I hopped out of my bed in a rush before falling face first on the floor. I heard chanyeol asking what happened and grabbed my phone. “Tell me where you are and what you’re doing. And don’t even try to lie.” My voice was intimidating and my eyes squinted all on instinct. That little punk, making me worry so much even though she probably has half of exo with her.
“Okay, goddamnit! We’re out watching her seduce Eugene Andrews! It was suho’s idea!” I heard chanyeol get smacked harshly before yelling some more. “Yah! You know I can't lie to you! Why are you putting me in this position!?”
“SHE’S DOING WHAT WITH WHO!?”
As Baekhyun Get’s Ready To Bust A Cap In Someone’s Ass
“Well, how could I not talk to you after you gave me that look?” Eugene said with somewhat sparkling eyes.
“And what look is that?” my eyes on him, unwavering, as I sipped on my second martini.
“You look too cunning to play dumb.”
“I know that, but it’s much more fun to do so.” He stared at me before chuckling with a sly grin. He’s that greasy type of handsome the girls in the gangster movies would go for. Not my type but I can see him dominating the minds of many helpless women. The man downed the rest of his drink and ran a hand through his grease styled hair. I grinned as I watched him to make it seem as if I'm intrigued by every move he makes. He caught my face and smirked.
“Don’t stare too hard, sweetheart. You might burn holes.”
I almost scoffed at his cockiness but held it in. The point is to boost his confidence right now anyways. Even though, I wonder how much more confident can he possibly get? “What would you do if I said I can’t help but burn holes?” I downed the rest of my drink while keeping eye contact. He gulped along with me and then nodded his head. “Well, it’s not a crime.” the words flowed out of his mouth clearly. He’s not where I want him right now, but I'm on the right track, that’s for sure. I stared at him deeply, silently urging a conversation out of him. Come on, tell me something important.
“Have you ever killed someone with an ice pick?....” He spoke nonchalantly.
I tilted my left eyebrow upwards with interest. Now, this is something I want to hear about. “No, never.”
“Abe Reles. A very important murder inc. gunman, and an ice pick prodigy. Let’s just say his skills were never forgotten and my grandfather taught me how to do it after learning how to do it from his grandfather.”
“Was his grandfather in murder inc or something?”
“That’s a secret.” He whispered in my ear after leaning into me. For a second I froze. Did he just make me nervous? Could it be that he was just threatening me? Or was he simply just telling me something interesting about himself?
I cleared my throat feeling a bit impressed at how he took control of the conversation and my emotions so quickly. “You’re definitely going to have to teach me how to do it one day.” I said. I put my hand on his shoulder with my eyes piercing into his. “But you know, while we’re on the topic, I might be able to teach you how to swing a bat like Frank Abbandando.”
“Ahhh, so I'm not the only one deeply interested in the members of murder incorporated.” He smirked and backed away from me to eye me up and down.
“Of course not. Who wouldn’t be interested in those cold-blooded killers?” I chuckled slightly and turned to pour champagne in my martini glass.
“True. In all honesty I kind of look up to them. I try to do things just like them. Living by their rules and all their tactics. It’s what helps me run the Kaja group so well. You know what the Kaja group is right?” He asked genuinely.
Finally, things are starting to get deep. “Yes, of course.”
“Well, you wouldn’t be as plugged in as you seem if you didn’t. Anyways, I'm sort of running it now. It’s much more difficult than I thought but enforcing the rules and regulations of the men who basically started it all, things seem much easier.” He spoke while staring deeply at nothing.
What is this? A slight obsession maybe? Can I look at this as a weakness? “I know what you’re thinking. Yes, you can.” Suho said quietly in my ear. I smirked. This mission is already a success. “Well, since we’re being honest right now, I am surprised no one from your group tried to kill me yet.”
“And why is that?” He asked.
“Because. I played a big part in the burning of siwon’s body.”
“Well, no one liked him anyway. If anything you did us a favor. I will personally thank you for that. You’re good at what you do.” I smiled at his compliment and raised my glass. “A toast, to a dead siwon and a job well done.” I said before he tapped his champagne against mine. “I must admit, the stories I hear about you never seize to surprise and intrigue me. It’s actually pretty nice to meet the infamous aya of blackpink.”
“What stories are you referring to?”
“Archie Langston. The British boss of racketeering. A murder that put your name in everyone’s mouth. You slit his throat in front of all his underlings and beat the rest of people there into submission with the rest of your gang at a warehouse filled with contraband and cash. 20 people were there. 10 deaths occurred. 10 were severely injured. And 4 killers got away smoothly with the perfect leadership of their gorgeous fifth member aya. I'm sure you enjoyed all that cash.” He spoke in a low tone his eyes seductive. Mesmerized by his own words as he painted a scarily powerful picture of me in his mind, his left hand loosened his tie.
“Yes, I did actually.” I said with a small smile. That was the first time we ever did anything like that. We were so happy we made it out alive that the money was an afterthought.
“You probably look amazing when you do things like that.”
“Well, we’ll have to see if you think that when you witness it first hand.” I leaned forward so I could whisper my words slowly in his ear. I used the things he did earlier to return the confusing feelings he gave me. “Getting this close to me is dangerous, you know?” He whispered back.
“And why is that?” I asked.
“Because it might cause a fatality.” I heard a familiar voice barge in.
I whipped my head towards the person and gasp. “Baekhyun!?”
“Baekhyun?” Suho yelled in surprise.
“Ahh, whaaat!?” Chanyeol yelled, sounding faker than fake. How much do you want to bet he knew baekhyun was coming? I heard chanyeol wince in pain after a slapping noise went off in the earpiece.
Baekhyun pulled my arm upwards to bring me over to him. “Just what the hell do you think you’re doing aya?” He asked with a vicious tone. I looked up at him with a nervous expression. “Aha....long story?” A nervous chuckle came out of my mouth without trying. “I have time.” He cocked an eyebrow at me with dangerous eyes. His skin looked so fresh and his hair was done up in a sly and sleek style. A stylish dress shirt adorned his upper body, the top buttons completely undone. The pleasant smell of his cologne filled my nose and all of a sudden it was hard for me to focus on anything else. He looks so delicious right now...
“Hey, answer me, little girl.” His voice stayed low and my arm was still being held tightly in his grip.
“I don’t mean to interrupt, but is there a problem?” Eugene asked.
“Well, I'm her-”
“My friend!” I yelled on top of his words. He looked at me with scary eyes making me cower completely. “He’s my boyfriend....”
Eugene laughed and looked at baekhyun up and down. “You know, I hear a lot of things about you, aya, do you really think I don’t know you’re dating the very well known byun baekhyun. I didn’t mean it that way. I was asking if there’s a problem with me flirting with your girlfriend, byun baekhyun?” My eyes widened at his words.
I felt baekhyun take a step forward and pushed my hands on his chest to keep him back. “Well, this is just a simple misunderstanding. I think we should all take a deep breath before continuing this conversation.”
“Or I could show him just how much of a problem it is.” Baekhyun said. “I'm sure you have heard about me, so don’t think I will hesitate to beat your ass.” I laughed loudly to break the tension and then cleared my throat. “Wrap it up, aya, a fight between them could jeopardize everything we accomplished tonight.” Suho said with frustration in my ear. “It was really nice to meet you, eugene. I hope that we can form a beautiful friendship in the future.” I smiled politely while pushing baekhyun backward. His eyes were locked on eugene and euegene’s were on me.
I pushed baekhyun all the way out of the lounge as he did nothing but stare at eugene. “Baekhyun? Baekhyun? Baekhyun, I can explain.” I said in a slight panic.
“You lied to me, all night.”
“Yes, but-”
“Just to come flirt with eugene andrews. He’s probably even worse than siwon was. And here you come running to this mission like your life depends on it. Did you want to be away from me this bad? You had to lie to me?”
“Baekhyun, I was just doing it because I thought I could get the job done better than anyone.”
“Oh, you’re fucking correct on that one, aya. If I didn’t know any better I would think you were actually going to fuck him, you know, for the mission.”
“Hey!”
“What!? Did I offend you!? Just how the hell do you think I felt when I found out you persistently lied to me and I pull up on you just to see some guy seconds away from eating your face!?”
“Don’t you think you’re being too much right now!?”
“I don’t think I'm being enough! Maybe I didn’t make myself clear enough when I told you that I'm trying to keep you safe!”
“You did!”
“Then, why are you here!? Why did you want to ignore everything I’ve been saying so badly tonight?”
I looked at him with sad eyes. I don’t have an answer in me. I guess if I'm being honest with myself I just wanted to get back out and do something risky. It’s what I live for. But I wasn’t thinking of anyone else’s feelings except mine. “I’m sorry, aya.” Chanyeol said. “No, this was all my idea. I’m sorry.” Suho pushed his apology with a sad sigh. I stared at the ground, biting my lip with mixed feelings.
“Just get your little ass in that car. Hopefully this time you’ll actually listen to me.” Baekhyun said with his hands in the pockets of his dress pants. His gaze locked on my head, which is facing towards the ground. “Don’t make me repeat myself, aya. My patience is very thin at the moment.”
I looked up quickly and he pointed in the direction of his Veyron. I nodded and walked over nervously. I could faintly hear him scoff before he followed behind me. “Do you even know how hard it is to be mad at you while your ass looks that good in your silk dress?” He spoke low sounding as if he was trying to keep his words to himself. I pouted and pulled open the car door the moment he unlocked it. “Make sure to put a seatbelt on. Oh wait, maybe you want to just ignore me and put your life in danger, nevermind, forget I said anything.” He said while getting in the driver's seat. I scoffed, rolling my eyes. He’s so damn annoying. I get it! I fucked up! Why does he have to act this way!?
“Could you stop?” I said.
“Sure. I won't punish you with words anymore tonight.” He said with serious eyes.
“Thank you.”
“I'm just going to put you on your hands and knees to make sure you remember not to do anything like this ever again.”
“M-my hands and knees?”
“I won’t let you off easy tonight. I think you need to feel just how upset I am with you. Maybe this time you’ll learn your lesson.”
My heart rate sped up as if I had been running for a while. I don’t think I'm ready for this.
“Ewwww! Turn the damn earpiece off, you fuckshits!” Suho yelled in my ear while chanyeol made dramatic gagging sounds in the background. I took it out and rolled down my window before throwing the small piece of technology out of it.
Back At The Exo Mansion
I entered baekhyun’s room first and he came in second. The silence between us becoming more prominent. “You seem nervous. Don’t be. As much as I want to be rough with you, I won’t be too harsh. You’re still my little baby doll after all.”
I turned around to look at him. My face turning gentle automatically after hearing those words. Really, the reason I'm acting this way is from the fact that I fucked up really badly today. I didn’t want to upset him like that. I'm normally the type of girl to love a bit of a rough lover. But right now, I just feel bad for what I did. I don’t think I can even look at him in his eyes.
“Take the dress off, gorgeous.” He said lowly as he stood at the closed door with his hands in his pockets again. “Ah, ah, ah. Slowly. Do it right or I’ll have to do it myself.”
“Y-yes.”
“Yes, sir.” He corrected.
“Yes, sir.” I took the dress off at the pace he requested. The silk was somewhat arousing as it slid on my skin in such a slow manner. So smooth. It makes me bite my lip. I looked up at him with my cheeks starting to heat up after remembering my choice to go braless tonight. He smirked and nodded his head, telling me to continue. I let the dress slip passed my stomach and move down my ass. My hands pushed it down my thighs and knees, and let it fall the rest of the way by itself. “Good. Get on the bed, honey. Daddy will come to you in a minute.” His voice was so soft and sexy i almost moaned without him even touching me. I watched him go into the closet, every step he took looking all too slow and sensual. He came out with his upper body bare and a remote-controlled vibrator in his right hand as his left hand ran through his hair. I remember that thing. It has its own damn aura. A dirty dark lewd aura. I don’t hate it though.
“On your hands and knees. Panties off.” He spoke while walking towards me.
I did just as he said. Hesitation didn't seem like an option tonight. “Good girl. Be still now, I'm going to put it inside.”
I gasped softly when I felt the small vibrator push its way inside of my hole. “Perfect. Stay like that.” He took some steps backward. I closed my eyes when the vibrator turned on. My hands dug into the silk sheets of baekhyun’s king bed. “Now, is there anything you want to say to me, darling?” Baekhyun asked sweetly. I just moaned with my ass swaying in the air. “No, that’s unfortunately not the correct answer.” He said. The intensity was turned up and instead of my eyes being closed they shot open quickly. “Try again, gorgeous.” I moaned louder with the vibrator shaking up my insides. “Baekhyun...” I moaned softly. “Incorrect again, baby.” He shook his head before turning up the intensity again. “Fuck!” I cursed into the air. My toes started to curl and my hands did the same, taking a fist full of the silk sheets with them. “You look to die for.” He whispered. I moaned louder while digging my face in the mattress. “Fuck, baekhyun.” I moaned. Baekhyun chuckled in a soft manner. “Did you just curse at me?” He asked teasingly. Before I could answer he upped the intensity once more. I'm going to cum at this rate. There's no way I can take any more of this without cumming.
“I’m going t-”
“Don’t even fucking think about it.” He interrupted in no time. I shut my eyes and my legs started to shake at the feeling of holding back such an intense orgasm. The position I was in began to falter before I felt him turn it up to the highest intensity. “Don’t move. You stay in that position until I tell you it’s time to move.” His voice was raspy from being turned on and his stance never wavered while he stood on the left side of the bed, watching me. “If you apologize correctly, I might let you have the release you’re craving so desperately.”
“I’m sorry for what I did, b-baekhyun. I’m really sorry!” I huffed out. I shook my ass a bit, showing how much I need to finish.
“Hmmm, good enough. Go ahead, love. Let it go.” He said with the tiniest bit of reluctance. My eyes rolled upwards and shut tightly. I moaned out loudly as the wonderful feeling of an orgasm rushed through my body like a wave. My hands pulled on the sheets harshly and the left side of my face pushed down into the bed. My legs shook before I fell from my position. Jolts of pleasure came and went, making my body jump out of nowhere. Baekhyun’s right hand slid up my thigh, his other dipping into the bed right above my head along with the rest of his body. Softly, sweetly, he caressed it, kissing my cheek in the process. “Consider yourself forgiven, darling. I’m taking it extremely easy on you tonight. I think you know that. But if this happens again, you can trust.....” He whispered in my ear His hand grabbed my throat suddenly and I gasped. “I won’t be so easygoing.”
He grabbed my arm with his other hand that was above my head. I was flipped onto my back with one pull. His hold still strong but gentle on my neck. It got me biting my lip in pure pleasure. I’ve always loved baekhyun’s long slender fingers around my neck. He has a way with his hands that I can’t explain, but all I know is they feel like they were made to please. It’s amazing. He took his hand off of my neck and I gasped again but this time to take in air. I watched him unbuckle his belt and pull it out of its place right above his hips. He flashed me a quick smile before throwing it somewhere unknown to me. I sat up as he grabbed my chin and pulled it towards him. I looked at him before putting my right hand on his bulge.
“Ask nicely for it.” Baekhyun whispered again.
“Please, fuck me, baekhyun.” I asked meekly. He bit his lip and grabbed my hand that was on his clothed dick. He pushed me back down as he kissed me with rough bites on my bottom lip. Baekhyun held my arm over my head, pinning it down like the rest of my body. I pushed his pants and boxers down with my free hand, trying to keep up with the pace of his kisses. My leg lifted up to do the rest of the work. “Did I tell you to do that?” He spoke into my ear. I froze up.“N-no, si-” Before I could finish my sentence he pushed his dick inside of me while holding my arms down. “Fuck!” I moaned, my back lifting off the bed. His hips moved at a fast pace right from the start. He wasn’t easing into it like usual. “Baekhyun, wait.” I said while grabbing onto his back. He chuckled as he sped up. Longevity is not the word for tonight. We both know this pace will make this end quick. I squirmed under his hold, his name slipping off my lips loudly at every stroke. He looked at me with dark eyes. “Next time, you won’t lie. Next time, you will tell daddy the truth, right?” I nodded in response, moans replacing all my words. My neck was grabbed without notice, sending surprise pleasure through my body. “Say it. Say you won’t do it again.” He stroked deeper and faster as he choked me. I put my hand over the one on my neck and licked my lips, silently asking to lighten the grip.
“I-i won’t do it again, e-ever.” I murmured.
“Good girl.” He let go of my neck to move his hands to my legs. He put them over his shoulders and placed his fists right next to my head. I grabbed hold of his forearms as he drilled into me. I yelled his name relentlessly as he continued to thrust his cock, pounding me faster and faster. My nails dug into his arms, yelling his name. “Are you going to cum, babydoll?” He asked sweetly. I nodded again while biting the shit out of my lip. “Good girl. Don’t hold back.” He continued with that sweet. My body started to feel hotter while I came close to my peak. This is the main event. “Baekhyun!” I shut my eyes tight, holding onto his forearms for my dear life. The release that’s been building since I first saw baekhyun walk into that lounge tonight. “Yes, Fuck yes!” I yelled as my body shook in pleasure. I caught a glimpse of baekhyun’s face. He was obviously trying not to cum before me which somehow made my orgasm even harder.
“Do you think you’re finished?”
“H-huh?” I responded in a daze.
“We’re not going to be finished until you beg me to stop. Actually...” He stroked long and deep and intertwined his fingers in mine. “I don’t think we’ll be finished then either.”
“Baekhyunnn!” I whined.
“Don’t worry, you’ll enjoy every moment, babydoll. Just take it like a good girl.”
~~~~~~~~~~~ THE END.
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Your Gasoline Scent ─ Masterlist
pairing: Oh Sehun x Reader
genre: Need for Speed AU, Racer AU, Gang AU, car shop au, Romance, Angst
rating: 18+
warnings: 18+, alcohol & drinking, smoking, mature language, smut, (maybe not so) slow burn, street racing. (Please read carefully the warning tags in the masterlist and those at the beginning of each new chapter to avoid any unpleasant misunderstandings.)
word count: N/A
summary: He’s determined, stubborn and loyal, perhaps too immature at times, but when Oh Sehun is behind the wheel, he’s a street racer and a damn good one at that. The rush of adrenaline from when he’s racing is something that he cannot describe with words, the overwhelming sensation from crossing the finish line and everyone is cheering for your victory. Expensive cars, money, girls and the glory for being one of the best illegal street racers in Seoul… He had it all, but was it enough?
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A Fast Shot.
Liquor store – Night shift. 2:03 AM.
You worked too much. You often used the excuse that rent was too high, and although it was stupidly high, it mostly came down to a concealed loneliness you hid away. If you weren’t working, you’d just be sitting in a crappy apartment on your phone.
Weekdays you’d spend time stocking shelves at a grocery store and at night you found yourself in a rundown liquor store.
The store was small, out of touch, and to simply put it… shitty. However, you understood the lack of upgrading being done because nobody cared about the appearance of the liquor store. No one ever hung around long enough to take in the surroundings except the employee on shift.
It was usually pretty quiet in the store; the only persistent noise was the old box TV screwed into the corner. It carried a soft hum that filled your ears on lonely nights, you allowed it to distract you from the deafening silence as you flipped through an old teen magazine you found.
You briefly looked up at the screen as some news reporter was trying to frighten people about violence in the area being linked to local gangs in the city. The small bell on the glass door successfully rung grabbing your attention.
Normally, the crowd that strolled into the store at this time were older men who had nothing better to do but drink themselves away through the night. Tonight was different, you hurriedly glanced down to hide a blush creeping onto your face.
A man had walked in with the cutest face, but his look seemed kind of rough. You could’ve sworn the word attractive was created based off his looks alone. After nervously listening to his footsteps for a while, he finally walked up to the counter before placing down a couple of different bottles. He cleared his throat as if he thought you’d say something to him but you remained silent as you rang up his items; most people never made small talk when they bought their alcohol at this hour.
“Are you sure you’re old enough to work here?” He asked with a small chuckle and you followed his eyes as he looked over at the teen magazine on the counter.
You felt flustered as you responded jokingly “You’re never too old to find out what kind of idol you’d be.”
“And?”
“And what?”
“What kind of idol would you be? You can’t leave me on a cliff hanger here,” He had a stupid grin on his face as he watched you. It made you feel butterflies inside when you looked at him smiling.
“Oh,” you laughed softly feeling nervous as he looked at you “it said I’d be the sweetheart of the group.”
He hummed in response and moved his hand to pick up the magazine, pausing for a moment “Do you mind?”
“Not at all” You stuttered out and handed him the pen, your hands brushing for a moment. This was a weird turn on the night, a strange man doing a teen magazine quiz with you to compare results, this had to be a weird dream.
“I need to see an ID by the way,” He hummed out a hold on before handing over his license, you read out quietly “Byun Baekhyun.” He looked up at the sound of his name and you felt your face burn in response “your total will be 73.56”
He pulled out cash from his pocket and slid it across the counter without looking away from the magazine. You noticed quickly he was carrying large bills and couldn’t help but wonder who this guy was to be carrying around this kind of money. You handed him the change back as he finally set down the magazine “So which answer did you get?”
“The heartbreaker.”
You snorted before instantly cringing at the sound. A few seconds of silence passed before you cleared your throat “Well, have a good night.”
He picked up the bags off the counter and you could see him hesitate over something, his eyebrows scrunching up before shaking his head. “You too (Y/N).” he whispered. You blinked as he walked out the door. The realization hitting you like a train that you never told him your name and a sudden chill ran up your spine.
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The alarm on your phone buzzed against the old counter top and you felt relief fill you, it was finally time to go home and pass out. You followed through with your routine; putting away the money, setting the alarm, and locking the door behind you. The air was bitter and the ground below your sneakers were wet from the rain, you pulled your coat closer to you.
The apartment was only 15 minutes of a walk from the store, something you were thankful for because you hadn’t been able to pay for your piece of shit car to be fixed.
“Hey, wait up!” You heard someone call out from across the street and you could feel your heart drop into your stomach.
It was the guy, what was his name? “B-Baekhyun?” You hardly could get the name out. “I’m sorry but we’re closed. You’ll have to come back at 12.”
He shook his head as he now stood directly in front of you and you could see his breath from the cold. “No, I’m not here to buy more alcohol. I just…” He paused seeming uncomfortable “I know this is going to sound crazy, okay?”
You nodded slowly unsure what was going on… maybe he’s drunk? You couldn’t help and think to yourself. He physically seemed sober and his speech was perfectly fine.
“Please, don’t come into work Friday night.” He looked straight into your eyes and his tone was deathly serious.
“What are you talking about?” Your voice started to shake and your heart pounded in your chest.
“I can’t say anything else. Just listen to me, do not work Friday.” He bit his lip nervously before turning away and walking off briskly. You stared speechless and he suddenly stopped in his tracks before he calling out “And don’t tell anyone about this. For your own sake.”
Who are you Byun Baekhyun?
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This is a little tougher than I’d like it to be but I wrote it awhile ago. Let me know if anyone wants this as a series ❤️.
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Baekhyun x Reader (criminals/gangs AU)
Pairing: Baekhyun x Genderneutral reader
Genre: Fluff/Dialogue/one-shot
Inspired by: The mood board I made ^
Summary: Baekhyun is known for his well kept secrets. No one can ever get too close to him. Yet, here you are, his newly assigned partner, to break all his rules and break down every single one of his walls.
A/N: SO @_dinsku, @ipatzuu on instagram and me have created this huge agent/gang au and I got in the mood to write for the loml 😂 I have no idea where this is going but this was a scene playing out in my head, so I wrote it down 💞 hope u like it!
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"so, what's your deal, huh?"
Baekhyun's eyes raise from the gun on the table, spread out into its' single parts, for a thorough cleaning. They land on you with the most piercing gaze you ever felt on your body. Which says a lot, considering the kind of business you like to indulge in.
He leans back against his leather couch, a lazy smile on his face. The only light comes from a dim lamp in the corner of the room and you can see the smoke from his cigarette swirl like a fire. All of it makes him seem even more dangerous than you know he already is.
Taking his time with answering, Baekhyun takes a slow drag from his cigarette, never taking his eyes off you, "My deal?"
"You barely talk to anyone." you clarify, "Keep yourself separated from everyone, don't let anyone close. Everyone seems to know you, but no one seems to get you."
He seems surprised, if the raised brow is any indicator. You assume that he hadn't expected anyone to play this much attention. But you knew your strengths and you were damn good at using them.
"And you think you do?"
His tone is icy, but you dig your nails into your palms, focus on the pain and keep your voice steady: "I would like to."
Huffing a laugh, he stubs his cigarette out on the wooden table. Junmyeon will be pissed.
"Why?" For the first time, his eyes have separated from you and the sudden loss of tension in your shoulders makes you flush, "What's it to you?"
"We're partners." you answer, "If you're going to be the one to have my back, I'd like to know who you are."
"What if you don't like what you'll learn?"
"And what if I do?"
He fixes you with another stare. Then, as if in slow-motion, his lips stretch into a wicked half-smirk. With the smooth elegance of a cat, he raises from the couch and approaches you. It takes a lot for you not to shrink into yourself, the closer he gets.
"It's simple, really: My trust has to be earned — well — and no one has managed that so far." Now, close enough for your breaths to mingle, you have to look up at him. His gaze is intense enough to push you into the ground. He still wears that shit-eating grin.
You lift your chin, "there's a first for everything."
He chuckles, "You're really something."
"Comes with the job."
It's as subtle as it can be, but you don't miss the quick once-over he gives you, "What's your deal, then? What gets a sweet looking thing like you involved in shady business and gang wars?"
You feel yourself smile. Leaning in, you reach for his shirt collar; opened too wide, with a dazzling view of a smooth chest. He tenses in surprise, but, against your expectations, he doesn't stop you, when you tug and adjust it into place.
You pat his chest twice and grin, "I'm just here to have some fun."
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what did i create omg-
i present to you
Club Baekhyun
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EXO Mafia Reaction: Wedding night after an arranged marriage
||| Anon asked: Hello:) ExoMafia*_*. Can I request a Mafia reaction: Wedding Night Arranged Marriage. :) |||
Park Chanyeol
He basically had to pull you to your shared suite and he was not happy about it.
“I’m not staying in the same room as you,” you fumed.
“Shut up,” he slammed the door. “Why did you pick this evening out of everything to be bratty?”
“Well you certainly don’t look too happy about this situation as well!” you threw your hands in the air.
“At least I didn’t go around the whole night telling everyone how miserable my life is!”
“I didn’t say that!” you said, shocked.
“Oh didn’t you? That’s not what my men heard. You made it seem like I’m keeping you imprisoned. When we both know how it came to this situation-”
“Don’t start on that again!” you interrupted him. “I don’t want to hear it.”
“You don’t want to hear it?” he asked, backing you into a wall. “Then why don’t you learn to behave yourself first?”
You wanted to protest but opted to stay silent, sending him death glares instead. He was so close it was easy to maintain eye contact.
“I have to admit though,” he said, licking his lips. “The more you act this way...”
“S-stop it,” you stuttered, he was too close to be saying things like that and looked way too handsome up close. You set your hands on his chest in attempt to make some distance between you. “I fucking hate you,” you whispered to him and he smirked. He knew you were lying.
“Now that you’re my wife. I better make this worth my while,” he said pulling you to him.
Xiumin/Kim Minseok
“So are we not going to talk about it?” you asked, as you closed the door to the room. You watched him cross the room to the table he has been working at for the past few days until the wedding.
“There is nothing to talk about,” he said coldly, while he loosened his tie. You came up a bit closer to him.
“We just got married, for fuck sake, is that not a good enough conversation starter for you?”
“Then speak!” he said, this time more loudly, throwing his tie on the table. You bit down on your lip. You hated moments like this, when no matter how much you wanted nothing came out. He started unbuttoning his shirt and slightly tilted his head in your direction. “What? Cat got your tongue?!”
“I...” you took a deep breath and closed your eyes. “I.. I like you Minseok,” you blurted out quickly. This was a very strange situation indeed. You were married yet here you are, confessing to your own husband. Why do you always fall for assholes like him?
You opened your eyes and looked at him. He was now fully turned in your direction, confusion and amusement mixed on his face.
“Oh fuck it,” he said, as he came up to you in quick steps and cupping your face between his hands, kissed you roughly on the lips.
“What the heck was that?” you asked, as you pulled away.
“You have the whole night to find out,” he smirked, still not letting go of you.
Chen/Kim Jongdae
“You can’t stay locked in the bathroom forever,” he said, knocking on the door for the 5th time. As soon as you to got to your suite, you went to the what looked like the safest place in the room. The bathroom. But now after being there for over an hour, you started to regret your decision.
“I can try,” you answered nonetheless. He sighed and sat down on the floor, leaning on the door. He has been sitting there, with short breaks in between, for as long as you been inside. Which complicated your escape plan greatly.
“Jongdae, go away,” you said but he didn’t answer. You waited for a few more seconds and decided to ignore him as well. Fine. If he’s sitting there, you’re just going to go ahead and take a shower, at least that way you can waste even more time. You started undressing when he spoke again.
“It’s your fault, you know...”
That was it.
“My fault!” you slammed the door open, pushing him out of the way. “I never asked to be married!”
He wasn’t listening though, as his eyes were set on something else. He stared at you from the ground, his mouth slightly agape.
“Well that’s certainly a view I want to be greeted by every morning,” he smirked and you looked down, only now realizing you stormed wearing only your underwear.
“Don’t look you i-idiot!” you shouted, shutting the door.
“But you’re my wife, there is nothing else for me to do but look!” he laughed from behind the door. At that moment, you knew living with him will be nothing but trouble.
D.O/Do Kyungsoo
You started to regret your decision. Maybe there really was another way to save your gang. But you just couldn’t let your men get killed and this was the quickest and easiest way to do it.
“Thank you,” you said quietly, you weren’t used to saying this word and by his expression you could understand he wasn’t used to hearing it either, especially from you.
“Don’t get the wrong idea, it’s not like I wanted to help you. It’s just beneficial to me,” he said, turning away from the window to you. “I don’t know what other secret plans you had in mind but your gang now belongs to me.”
“Yeah yeah,” you leaned back in your chair. “You don’t expect me to act like a real wife either, do you?”
“We will just see about that,” he smirked.
“Excuse me?” you leaned forward. “That’s not what we agreed to.”
“Wrong, that’s not what you agreed to because it all comes down to the fact that you have a lot of influence in the city and well it would be a shame not to use it,” he crouched in front of you and turned your face gently with his finger, so you would look at him. “So we can either do this the hard way or the easy way.”
Kai/Kim Jongin
You leaned down on the door to the room and looked at your feet. You heard nothing but bad things about the man you just married and honestly, you were more than a bit afraid to be with him in the same room.
“Are you just going to stand there all night?” he called you from the sofa. You looked up and your eyes met and they looked so beautiful and pure in the setting sun’s background.
“Come sit with me,” he patted the spot near him and smiled at you warmly and your heart skipped a beat. You shook your head. This man is anything but cute. But you decided to go up to him anyway.
You took of your shoes and got cozy on the sofa as far away from him as possible. He put his laptop away and just stared at you. You had a silent battle when he started laughing out of the blue.
“You look like a lost child, all curled up in there,” he stood up and threw you a blanket from the nearby armchair. He ruffled his hair and put his hands in his pockets. It seemed like he wanted to say something but you didn’t dare ask, so you both fell silent again.
“Look,” he finally said, sitting down closer than before. “The things you have heard about me... I just want you to know that I would never do anything to hurt you, so it would be nice...” his thoughts trailed off but as surprising as it was you knew what he meant.
“Umm, what music do you listen to?”
“Huh?”
“I’m sorry, I really don’t know how to start a conversation,” you chuckled and he smiled.
“I would disagree. I think hearing you laugh is the best way.”
Byun Baekhyun
“What are you doing?” you finally asked after watching him stroll around the room.
“Getting ready,” he said, opening the closet’s door and hanging his jacket.
You leaned on the door frame. He’s not thinking what you think he’s thinking.
“For what?”
“To go to bed,” he took his shirt off and threw it on the ground but you picked it up and put it on the chair. You hate when the place is untidy.
“And?”
“And sleep,” he said, taking his pants off and getting under the covers. “What? What did you think I was going to do?” he smirked.
“I... I wasn’t thinking anything,” you stuttered. “There is only one bed,” you said, messing with the hem of your skirt.
“Am I not leaving you enough room?” you looked at him and you couldn’t believe he was actually confused.
“You don’t expect me to sleep in the same bed as you!?”
He sat up in the bed and leaned his head on his hand.
“Isn’t that what husband and wife should be doing?” he teased you.
“N-no, thank you,” you said, heading for the door.
“Oh come on!” he got out of the bed and blocked your exit. “It’s not like I bite or anything.”
Well of course he won’t bite but the thing is, he was wearing only his underwear, and the proximity of his body was too close for you to handle, so you quickly turned around.
“That’s more like it,” he said, wrapping his hand around your shoulder. “You go get ready, I will be right here,” he whispered teasingly into your ear. Goddamn you Byun Baekhyun.
Lay/Zhang Yixing
His phone rang again and you followed him with your eyes as he went to pick it up.
“Who is it?” you asked when he hung up.
“Business,” he replied as he put his shoes back on.
“Are you leaving?” you asked. You didn’t want to admit it but chills ran down your spine just with the thought of staying in his enormous house alone.
“Obviously. Why? Are you scared?” he teased.
“Am not!” you pouted. “But what kind of husband leaves his wife on their first night?”
He stood up straight and looked at you amused.
“You so are scared,” he chuckled and you punched him lightly against his chest.
“I’m not scared, it’s just a very big house and I don’t know this neighborhood, heck I don’t know anyone and and I might feel lonely-”
“Goddamit,” he pinched the bridge of his nose. You stopped talking. Uh oh, he looks angry. “Where you always this cute?” he said, laughing again.
“Xing!” this idiot. Fuck him and his good acting. You punched him again but he caught your hand this time, taking his phone out with the other.
“Since you’re insisting so much,” he said, typing something on the screen. “I guess you’re right. I can’t leave you after all.”
Suho/Kim Junmyeon
You went to the door and opened it as silently as possible.
“Where are you going?” startled, you turned around only to see half naked Junmyeon standing at the end of the corridor. You thought he already went to the shower, how the hell did he hear you? “I thought you’re being to quiet...” he said as if he read your mind.
“Oh I’m just going out for a walk,” you lied. He looked at his watch and gave you the look of ‘you think I’m stupid girl’™.
“At this hour?” he asked as he looked at his watch and gave you the look of ‘you think I’m stupid girl’™. “Were you seriously trying to sneak out again?”
You didn’t say anything. He caught you red handed. He came up to you and slammed his hand on the door, closing it.
“We’re married now, so you must understand that by attempting stunts like this, you’re not only causing trouble for me but for your father as well. I thought you wanted to help him not make more problems for him,” he explained calmly but whenever he spoke like this, everyone was even more scared of him. You shifted your gaze away but he turned your face back to him.
“There is nowhere to run anyway,” he assured you. “Now that you’re my wife, you’re not getting out of this that easily.
Oh Sehun
You could hear him behind you. You looked in the mirror and your eyes met. Keeping the eye contact you promptly unclasped the necklace he gave you.
“Aw man are you taking it off already?”
“I don’t like it,” you stated coldly.
“You don’t like anything I give you.”
“That’s because you are the one who give it to me,” you said, standing up and turning around.
“My taste is great, admit it.”
“It’s not about taste, it’s about principles and since I never agreed to this wedding it’s not official in my book.”
“Hey, you should blame your family!”
“But yours were involved just as much!” you pointed at him. “If not more...”
“But you’re the only one who has problems with it,” he smirked. You knew all along this was part of his plan. It’s fine. Two can play this game.
You started unzipping your dress.
“Whoa whoa whoa, what are you doing?”
“Taking this dress off, it’s too tight,” you complained. You came up and turned your back to him. “Help me take this off my dear husband.”
He stood up but instead of helping you out he pushed you down on the bed. You gasped as he hovered above you.
“You’re such a tease sometimes,” he grinned. “I think you need to be thought some lessons.”
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Kris/Wu Yifan
It’s been hours since you two came back but neither of you said a word. He was so occupied with his work you didn’t even dare disturb him. You looked on the clock on your nightstand it was already 2 am. You decided to go get a glass of water, you were surprised to see him working in the kitchen. He looked up from his papers, first at you then at his watch.
“You’re still awake?”
“Can’t sleep,” you said, tiptoeing to reach the glasses. You could now definitely tell this was his house as everything was way high up. He watched you struggle for a while, amused smile on his face, when he finally stood up and gave it to you.
“I think we should rearrange where things are put,” you said, taking the glass from him.
“Go ahead,” he said, sitting back down on the chair. “You’re the queen of this house now,” he added and then realized what he said. “I mean...”
You chuckled and before making the situation even more awkward left the room quickly. First night and you already got to see his soft side.
Tao/Huang Zitao
“Look at me,” he said for the 4th time. “You can’t ignore me forever, if we want to make this work”
“Maybe I don’t,” you finally spoke. He leaned his head back on the chair.
“You know that since you’re mine, divorce will never be an option.”
You bit down on your lip, you knew he was saying the truth but it was still so hard to swallow it. You couldn’t believe your father betrayed you like that.
You clasped your hands in front of you on the table and he put his over them.
“Didn’t I promise you? Everything will be fine,” he smiled.
You truly wanted to believe that. Maybe after all these years and even with him being in dangerous mafia world, he could still be the same Tao.
Luhan
You fell down on the bed and raised up your hand. The ring was shining brightly on your finger. You clenched your fist and sighed.
“What’s up with the depressed sighs?” Luhan asked, coming into the room. “Let me guess, you’re already regretting your decision.”
“I did what I had to do.”
“How heroic,” he snickered.
“Shut up,” you took the ring off your finger and threw it at him, so your surprise he caught it.
“Hey now, you can’t take this of. How else will people know who you really belong to.”
“I belong to no one,” you said, sitting up.
“That’s where you’re wrong my dear because you belonged to my family the moment you signed those papers and no one leaves it until I say so...”
A/N: Explain to me how some of my reactions are a few sentences per person while others are like full on drabbles, why is there nothing in between?? send help 😂
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EXO Mafia!AU - Epilogue
-At the EXO Headquarters-
Suho: You’re back.
Y/N: Sorry it took me a little bit longer
Suho: Did you have a nice chat with your friend?
Y/N: We had an honest conversation, so yeah.
Suho: What did he say?
Y/N: He wanted to send me to Europe. Wasn’t too happy when I declined.
Suho: But he still thinks you work for them
Y/N: I don’t know what you mean. I’m a loyal agent.
Suho: *laughs*
Suho: Sure you are.
Y/N: He was a little worried because we lost contact for a while, but I gave him the files, which should be enough to make them trust me.
Suho: Good. As long as you can spill information to them, we should be fine.
Y/N: How am I supposed to do that without knowing the plan? Care to finally tell me what we are going to do?
Suho: *stares at you*
Suho: Okay, but you will only tell them what I tell you to tell them and when I tell you to tell them.
Y/N: Wow! That was confusing. But sure, go ahead.
Suho: We are going to expose our rival gang at the race.
Y/N: You mean the race that determines who gets the territory for drug trafficking?
Suho: Exactly! We already lost clients to them, now they want to expand. That’s why we’re getting rid of them.
Y/N: *nods*
Y/N: So Baekhyun wins the race and then what? The police isn’t even aware of this new gang.
Suho: That’s where your services are needed. Since the police still thinks you are loyal to them, you will let them know when and where this illegal street race is going to take place.
Y/N: They will definitely want to confront you there.
Suho: Yes. But they won’t get to us. You are going to pretend that we didn’t give you all the details. The only thing they get to know is the location of the finish line. They will be waiting for us there.
Y/N: You will be there too. Care to explain how you’ll get out of this? The police will take actions as soon as Baekhyun arrives there.
Suho: Yeah but he won’t. Baekhyun knows that he needs to stay behind the other racer. He will just take another street before the race is over.
Y/N: So the rival gang will drive directly to the police and you don’t have to deal with them anymore.
Suho: *nods*
Y/N: That might actually work. But one more thing…
Suho: *raises eyebrow*
Y/N: When this is over, I’ll be out. I’m tired of pretending. After this, I will cut my ties with the police and become a full member of EXO. However, this means that you won’t get that much information about their proceedings anymore. They will find out I tricked them.
Suho: That’s alright. We may lose a vital source of information, but Kyungsoo still has keys to the department. We’ll find our ways.
Y/N: *nods*
Y/N: Cool. When do we start?
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Stolen Heart (2)
Baekhyun dreams of you that night and the next. Sunday night was the worst, as he laid in his bed, he tossed and turns trying to shake the thought of you from his mind. This doesn’t happen to him, he’s not one to step into other peoples business that doesn’t involve him. Although you were different to the other girls he has had the displeasure of encountering. You didn’t throw yourself at them like they usually do. Had he locked eyes with any other woman, they would have tried to do whatever they possible could to get him to take them home with him but not you.
As his mind wanders, his alarm rings with an almost deafening continuous beep. He rolls his eyes and groans as he slowly climbs out of his bed to get ready and head out to the shop, another uneventful day there, with hopefully a more eventful night. Although it was a Monday, they had collectively as a group decided last night to host a popup race tonight. These usually brought more people out, the people who wanted to blow off steam from a shitty first day back at work. They always bought more drugs than necessary from him, not that he was complaining. He didn’t give a shit about what they did after the purchase, as long as he got his money.
Baekhyun groaned as he walked into the front office of EXO Customs, the phones already ringing off the hook. Glancing down at his expensive Rolex, he noticed it was only 8:45am, they didn’t actually open until 9am. How was that a hard concept for people to grasp? Baekhyun glared at the phones as the lights flash, signaling multiple people had been trying to reach the shop. He fucking hated answering the phones, but that was the only thing he was really allowed to do.
Junmyeon had once compiled with Baekhyun’s request to try to work on cars, being taught by Chanyeol. Junmyeon and Chanyeol were weary, rightfully so as Baekhyun wasn’t the one with the steadiest of hands. That day was a disaster to say the least. Chanyeol had him tightening something on the engine, on a very nice Aston Martin. Chanyeol should have known better than to trust Baekhyun with all sort of tools, especially something that requires a firm grip and the use of muscles.
Baekhyun shudders at the memory of celebrating that he fixed whatever it was, his arms in the air, the tool still in his grip as Chanyeol closed the hood of the car. He should have had a better grip on it but as he waved his arms around, the tool slipped from his palm, crashing loudly onto the windshield, cracking it beyond repair. Baekhyun was sure the vein in Junmyeon’s forehead was going to explode as he shunned Baekhyun from the garage and forced him to pay the $4000 for a new windshield for the car. It took weeks for Junmyeon to look him in the eye without wanting to strangle him.
He hadn’t been back inside the garage since, not that he was welcomed there anyways. He was only allowed to poke his head through the door to talk to them, they would all glare at him, if he tried to extend any other body part beyond the door.
That was the unfortunate tale of how Baekhyun would be stuck as a receptionist for the rest of his day time working life. Even though someone else has needed help in the garage and Baekhyun was the only one available, they would figure it out on their own, or wait for someone else to get back. They never allowed Baekhyun to attempt to help again, which was likely for the best. As the clock hit 11am, there still hadn’t been any calls since the phone stopped ringing right at 9am. They must have had all given up and tried somewhere else, and now the place was quiet, other than listening to the men in the garage talk and laugh.
Baekhyun got up, opening the door a crack before peering his head into the other side of the building, the smell of oil strong. “What’s going on?” he asked, opening the door a little more.
“Don’t you dare Byun" Chanyeol warned him, pointing his finger.
“What? I’m not going to touch anything" Baekhyun groaned as his raised his hands in surrender.
“Don’t even try to step into this garage Baekhyun, or I swear to god" Jongin threatened.
Baekhyun mumbled as he went back into the office, sitting in his chair mimicking the men. Looking at his watch again, he groans. Only 3 more hours of being stuck behind this desk.
**
You were tired, tired and angry. What a shitty Monday it had been for you. As much as you tried to forget the man that saved you, you couldn’t and it was seriously fucking up your work. It’s not like you would really ever see him again, unless you went back to the races that he explicitly told you to avoid, but you weren’t one to listen to angry strangers. Out of curiosity you messaged Lisa, inquiring about the next race, as casual as you could.
[3:48pm] You: Hey, question. Just out of curiosity, when’s the next race?
[3:50pm] Lisa: Tonight.. why?
[3:52pm] You: Like I said, just curious.
[3:57pm] Lisa: Do you want to come with me?
You grinned at your phone reading her last message.
[4:00pm] You: Yes, but please don’t leave me again.
[4:02pm] Lisa: Promise!! I’ll swing by at 9.
**
As you stare at the clock, your stomach twists and turns. You’d picked out your own outfit for tonight, choosing something simple and more you, a metal band cropped shirt, pair of black ripped jeans and your trusty converse. You knew Lisa would have something to say, but you didn’t want to go tonight wearing the same type of shit she made you wear last time. Maybe tonight you’d be able to enjoy yourself.
Right as the clock struck 9, your doorbell rang before the door swung open.
“Let’s go bitch" Lisa yelled, walking through your hallway. You rolled your eyes as you grabbed you bag, meeting her before she entered the living room.
“Let’s go” you smiled, she gave you a knowing look. She knew you too well, she knew you were up to something.
“So why did you really want to come tonight?” she asked, turning to head to check behind her before she switched lanes.
“I just wanted to give it a second chance" you say, shrugging your shoulders.
You look out the passenger side window as the lights of the city fade and the two of you drive further into the darkness. The closer the two of you get to the race site, the more your stomach becomes an even bigger bundle of nerves. There is no reason for you to be nervous, you didn’t even know why you were. But in reality, you did. You hoped that Baekhyun was going to be there and you hoped that you got to thank him for the other night. You also hoped he would forget that he told you to never come back to these things.
Getting out of the car, you look around before you. This seems to be so much bigger than the one the two of you were at last time. It was louder, brighter and a lot more people as well. Lisa comes over to you, grabbing your hand before pulling you to one of the kegs. You were never one for beer, but since that seemed to be all they had, you took what you could get. The two of you stood there, and pounded at least 3 beers each before wandering off to watch a few of the beginning races.
Lisa stared at one man in particular, an extremely handsome man with purple hair, tattoo's littered on his arm and more piercings then you can count. She partially giggles as she watches him tuning up his car, twirling her hair in her fingers.
“Who is that?” you ask nudging her, while nodding your head towards the man.
“Ugh" she sighs. “That’s Kim Jongin, the sexiest man alive.” She swoons.
“So why are you just staring at him? Go talk to him" you say, nudging her a little more.
“Me? Absolutely not. He may sleep around occasionally but he always ends up back with one girl, Vixen. And believe me, you do not want to fuck with her" she shivers.
Just as you were about to advert your eyes from the scene, you noticed another man who looked a little familiar approach Jongin. Your stomach almost fell out of your ass as you noticed it was Baekhyun. You weren’t quite drunk enough to thank him, or even show your face, so you quickly dragged Lisa back to the kegs, pouring each of you another drink before pounding it back.
“Hey baby" you hear another voice from behind you. Another one that feels oddly familiar. Turning around you raise your eyebrow, seeing the same man that had harassed you a few nights ago, attempting to do it again.
“Seriously? Again?” you ask.
“Ahh. I think we got off on the wrong foot last weekend" he chuckled, grazing your arm with his fingertips.
“No, I really don’t think we did. You harassed me, and then you got your ass handed to you for it.” You say rolling your eyes before drinking another cup or beer. You went to fill it up again, but were stopped by Lisa, looking concerned.
“Slow down. We haven’t even been here 2 hours. Pace yourself” she laughs.
“Maybe if people like him" you start, pointing at the man who hasn’t gotten the hint yet. “left me alone, I wouldn’t feel the need to drown my disgust in beer" you smiled at her, taking her cup from her hands and downing the content.
“Okay. You’re cut off" she giggles, throwing both of your cups away. Looking at the man, you give him the middle finger before you and Lisa stumble away, giggle to yourselves. You both are laughing too much as your walking, you’re not paying any attention and that’s when you run into a rather solid person. The person stays still as you’re jolted back a little bit. Looking up with an angry face, your met with the even angrier eyes of Baekhyun.
“So sorry" Lisa says, trying to drag you away from the scene.
“Its you" you slur, stumbling up to him, poking his chest. “You saved me last time" you finish with a hiccup.
“I did. I also told you something else" he snapped.
“You did. You told me not to come back" you giggle. “But I had to thank you. So thank you mister sir." you pout.
Baekhyun tries to hide his amusement at your drunken state. “You didn’t have too. How drunk are you?” Baekhyun asks.
“I had a few. Lisa.. how many?” you ask, turning your head, only to find your friend had disappeared. “Oh.. well she’s gone now. I had a few too many.. a lot too many" you say, swaying. “I’ll just go ask the guy from last time where she went" you say, thinking it was an excellent idea.
“I don’t fucking think so.” Baekhyun grumbles as you look like you’re about to lose your balance. He wraps your arm around his neck before swiftly picking you up and taking you to his car.
“Where are you taking me you angry angry man?" you mumble, your eyes closed.
“Where do you live?” he asks but judging by your snoring, he realizes he will not be getting any answers from you. “Fuck.” He mumbles laying you in the backseat of his car.
Pulling out his phone, he makes a call to Junmyeon. “Yeah I’ll be back later. I gotta take care of something” he says before abruptly hanging up. Baekhyun starts his car but before he leaves, he glances back at you, watching you sleep for a moment.
What the fuck were you doing to him?
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Runaway [7]
requested: no lol
group/member: EXO/ Baekhyun
word count: 3.9k
summary: All it takes is being at the wrong place, at the wrong time for you to be dragged back into the world you had tried so hard to leave behind.
[a/n]: lol new gif bc i couldn’t get the usual one to work today for some anyway sorry i suck at updating regularly lol this one has some sweet shit and we finally meet the brother !! things should pick up from here but who knows how long lololol enjoy
Once you all got home, the first thing you did was slip into your room and call your brother. The phone rang five times before cutting to voicemail. The immediate pain you felt in your chest was like your heart stopped, irrational panic seeping into your veins. Your hands were already shaking badly enough that it was hard to click on his contact again, but you managed to hit it and raised the phone up to your ear again. This time, it only rang twice before going to voicemail, like someone had hit the 'decline call' button. You opened up the messages instead.
Call me. It's important. You sent. Almost immediately the check-marks turned into a little eye, meaning your message had been seen.
At work rn. He sent back. Call u on break.
You had never let out a bigger sigh of relief in your life. You couldn't explain it- you knew that your had killed Hyojin for a fact, and you can't order a hit on someone when you're dead. But even dead, Hyojin still had followers, and EXO could only control them so much this early on. Someone was bound to be overly dedicated, loyal to a fault even, and try to complete Hyojin's goals. Even still, the more paranoid side of you could only consider the possibility of him being taken and the kidnappers having control of his phone, trying to keep him hidden for a while longer until they had a solid plan. You knew how it would go- you had been the kidnapped before, and been the kidnapper.
You wanted to go out and see him, but you knew that showing up at his work wouldn't go over well. He really was a hard worker, and he liked to do his best in hopes of getting higher pay. He had always insisted on helping out with the finances, saying he didn't want to rely on his big sister for too long. Besides, he would ask you where you had been lately, and that was a conversation you weren't ready for. He didn't take well to having promises broken. He was a lot like you in many ways, sometimes too much so. It was hard for him to trust, and even you, his own sister, had to fight desperately just to come back into his life. The one condition that your brother had was that you stay out of the dark. No gangs, no fights, no illegality as long as you were around him. You had been doing so well, too, but look where you wound up. It's almost like you were supposed to have this kind of life- running constantly, hiding, fighting for your life, stealing and killing others. You were supposed to be alone.
However, just because you saw him, doesn't mean you have to see him- or that he had to see you. Maybe if you were to just pass by, verify yourself that he was safe and really at work, it would help put you at ease. You had some shopping to do anyway, so what was the harm in taking a short detour just to peep in and make sure? When you came back, you might finally be able to get some sleep.
But there was another problem. You had no idea how you were going to be able to get out of the base. It wasn't like Suho was going to trust you all of a sudden just because you killed Hyojin. That had been personal, anyway. So how were you going to get out? You could try to sneak out; this was just the main base for the members, after all. None of the lackeys were here, so if you were careful, maybe. Or you could ask someone for help, but the thought of it made your skin crawl. There was only one person who knew about your brother here, and that was Baekhyun, who you had been desperately trying to avoid. Ever since the other night it was like a barrier had broken between you and Baekhyun, but it didn't necessarily feel bad. It just felt... awkward. And you didn't do well with awkward.
Then again, he really is the only one who would be willing to help you. He would bust your balls over it for sure, and probably demand a favor in return, but at this point you were feeling so itchy and antsy that you would do anything to go see your brother. So you grabbed your jacket from off of the bed and shut your door quietly behind you, stepping carefully into the long hallway. You knew almost everybody's room- like D.O.'s was right across from yours, on the right of your room was Chanyeol, and across from him was Chen. Baekhyun's room was on the other side of the hallway, four doors from your own. Naturally, it was locked, but you just picked it with a bobby pin and made your way over to his bed where he was sound asleep.
"Baekhyun," you hissed, reaching out to shake his shoulder. "Baekhyun, wake up."
He rolled over and groaned, eyes heavy with sleep as he tried to force them open. His eyes narrowed again when they focused on you, before he yelled and scrambled backwards. "Jesus Christ, what the fuck are you-"
You slammed your hand over his mouth as quickly as you could. "Shut the fuck up!" You whispered aggressively. "Be quiet, I need your help."
He rolled his eyes and slapped your hand away. "How did you get in here?"
"I picked the lock, duh." You told him bluntly, looking at him weirdly.
"What do you mean you picked the lock?" He hissed.
"What do you mean, what do I mean? I mean that I picked the fucking lock, Baek."
"How in the hell-"
"Obviously I took the bobby pin out of my hair, bent it, and stuck it in the damn lock-"
"I know how to pick a lock!" He whispered angrily, trying to kick you off of the bed. He inhaled deeply, closing his eyes and pinching the bridge of his nose. "Okay. Okay, whatever. You broke into my room because you need my help. What do you need me for?"
"I need you to take me outside the base. I'm gonna go and see my brother." You bit your lip, one hand playing with the end of your sleeve. "After everything, and the threats that Hyojin made on my brother, I- I just need to go see him. To check on him, I guess? Just to- Just to make sure...? I don't know."
He blinked at you once, then a second time. "Oh. Oh, okay, yeah, uhm-" He tried to throw the blanket off of him but because you were still on it, it got caught and you were sent tumbling down to the floor, cocooned in the comforter. You heard Baekhyun snort (obviously trying not to laugh, the shit) and his head popped over the edge of the bed to help you up. He was in pajamas- a t-shirt and some sweatpants- and before he started to speak he was heading towards his dressers.
"So you can watch if you want, but I'm gonna get changed so we can go." His eyes flickered over to the door, an eyebrow raised slightly. He was teasing you, you knew it, and everything in you wanted to snap back at him. The only thing is- he was helping you without any obligation or order to do so. He didn't have to come with you to check on your brother, and even if you went without him, we wasn't obligated to keep it a secret from the others. But he was doing all of these things just because you asked him, and you felt that he deserved a little bit of leniency. So you slid off of the bed and hurried over to the door, opening it slightly first to see if anyone was in sight. There wasn't, so you told Baekhyun that you would wait outside his door for him.
He was dressed a few moments later, and you had to admit (he looked good-) that it was strange to see him dressed in everyday clothing. It was just a pair of light blue jeans with holes in the knees paired with a comfy looking hoodie and some sneakers, but it was different from how you've seen him before; not that it was a bad thing, of course, even you could admit that he looked good in most of what he wore. Dressed like this, him nodding his head towards the exit and telling you, "I'm ready, we can go now." all just seemed so... docile. Then again, you could just be weird due to the years of fighting and double-fighting the men around you. You were used to much harsher things, not soft things like Baekhyun handing you a plate at breakfast or holding you while you cried or-
You could feel your cheeks flaming as you managed to think of the incident again. You knew for a fact that you had fallen asleep in his arms- you knew it. But when you woke up he wasn't there, and he had never brought it up afterwards. You would rather die than be the one to mention it first, but it was weird for him to have ammo on you and not use it. You really didn't want to think of Baekhyun as a decent person, but the more interactions you had, the more it was beginning to sink in.
"Okay," you muttered, turning sharply and heading for the door. The subject was just so confusing for you and it was getting to a point where you weren't sure what you felt anymore. That was the scariest part.
"Have you talked to your brother at all?" Baekhyun asked you suddenly, his voice seeming scarily loud after moments of tense silence.
"Yeah, I texted him when we got home because I was worried. He says he's at work." You responded, loosening up a little. Your arms, which had been crossed over your chest before, swung lightly at your sides before you tucked them into your jacket pockets.
Baekhyun visibly perked up. If he were a dog you knew his ears would be standing straight up, flicking around. "Where does he work?"
"At a cafe," you told him. "The one down the road from where the fair usually comes. Speaking of, isn't it that time of year?"
"For the fair? Yeah, it usually comes during fall." He hums. "Why, wanna go?"
Your cheeks flared red again at the thought of going to the fair with him. "No," you snapped. "You'd only make me wanna jump from the top of the Ferris wheel." Pouting, you sped up, rounding the corner first in hopes he didn't see your face. Like you said, interactions with him were beginning to be a big problem for you, and what sucked the most was that you used to be so good at hiding your emotions. But for some god awful reason you couldn't chill out around him. What was worse was that even as you walked ahead of him you could hear him laughing; you hated that it was making you smile.
"I'm serious!" He said, still laughing, as he ran up behind you. "If your brother gets off of work in time, bring him and go to the fair. I'll make myself scarce."
You stopped suddenly- abruptly enough that Baekhyun nearly tripped over his own feet trying to stop himself. "Why are you being like this?" You hated the way it almost sounded like you were whining.
"Being like what? Nice? Helping you out?" He scoffed. "Gee, I wonder."
"Baek, I'm being serious!" You hissed, slapping him on the arm. "Ever since we ran into each other, it was always hostile, always messing with each other, but ever since the- ever since you-" you cut yourself off, feeling the heat creeping up your neck. "Now you're nice to me and I don't know how to handle it."
Baekhyun did nothing but stare at you for a while, to the point you were starting to get uncomfortable. People were casting glances your ways (and a couple of curses as some had to navigate around you) as the two of you blocked the sidewalk. Then Baekhyun snorted, throwing his head back as he launched into raucous laughter. "You-" He tried to say, but it died out as he wheezed and gasped for breath. "Jesus, you- I'm so- what-" The more he laughed, the angrier you started to feel. You lashed out and slapped his arm again, which made him laugh even more. If you though the looks from before were bad, then what you were getting now was enough to make you wanna crawl in a hole somewhere.
"What's that-" He stopped to chuckle again, coughing loudly to stop himself. "What's the rule about boys picking on girls?" He managed to ask semi-seriously, an eyebrow raised despite the teasing smile on his lips.
"That the boy likes the girl he's teasing." You said smugly, thinking you've gotten the upper hand here. "Why, do you like me Baek? Got a crush?"
"Yeah, actually."
That sobered you up real fast. The smirk that was on your lips before immediately dropped and now you were the one staring. He slapped an arm around your shoulder and pulled you close, guiding you forward. "Let's go. Your brother's cafe is just up this road right?"
"Y-Yeah." You answered, to stunned to say anything else. You didn't even think to pull away from him as you walked, and soon enough you were outside of your brothers cafe. You could see him through the window, dressed in his cute little barista's uniform; he was smiling as he talked to customers (most of who were girls, much to your chagrin) and was making drinks without paying attention. He was good at this job, and even though it was a relatively easy job once someone got used to it, you were so proud of your baby brother for how he turned out. He was mature and responsible, and you liked to think that you taught him most of that.
Your home situation had never been good, and it was to the point that you, although young yourself, had mainly taken care of your brother. Your parents had always been fighting, your father leaving for days, sometimes weeks, at a time and your mom almost mentally checking out, doing nothing but throwing herself into work or drinking when your father wasn't around. You had never lived up to your moms expectations- you hadn't done to well in school, you weren't very social, you didn't really care for your appearance much; these were all things that mattered a lot to her, and you just turned out to be the opposite of what she wanted. You had excepted that a long time ago, but then she had started to blame your father for the way things turned out once you started middle school. It had escalated to a point where your dad had gone to visit his family in a western province for a weekend and never came home.
You had dealt with it the best you could, but the underlying guilt that everything was your fault ('why couldn't I do better' or 'why couldn't I just make more friends' were frequent thoughts of yours) was constantly there. It had never hit you harder than the moment you explained to your brother that his father wasn't coming home, that he wasn't going to be there for his birthday the following week. He had been turning eleven years old, and you don't think he had really been the same way since. That was around the time he stopped talking about himself, he became quiet and a lot more observant. It broke your heart, really.
You had been able to live with that, though. What you couldn't live with was the almost immediate replacement your mother had brought in, one who was much more impulsive and prone to violence. Things had escalated, and led to you being essentially thrown out of the house by the time you were in your last year of high school. She hadn't even let you in to take any clothes, and when you tried to sneak in the next night she had already changed all of the locks. She was committed to leaving you alone, and isolating your brother from you. That was around the time Han had found you- curled up in the corner of a bench, nestled in between the large, arching roots, hugging yourself to keep warm. You had eaten next to nothing in the last few days, and you had taken the apple he offered you without second thoughts. He had taken you in, cleaned you up, taught you to protect yourself so that no one could hurt you again. He had helped you regain contact with your brother years later, only for him to completely shun the life you were living. You kept in touch best you could, and eventually convinced him to let you help after Han was killed.
He hated the life you lived, but you wouldn't be able to hide it forever. You knew that, you really did, but part of you wished it was possible. You finally had your bay brother back in your life, and you didn't know what would happen if he left you again. He was an adult now, he could make his own decisions. But that didn't mean you had to tell him immediately.
As you got up to the door of the cafe, you noticed that Baekhyun still had his arm around your should when you saw your reflection. Your ears heated up and you hurriedly brushed his arm off your shoulder, throwing the door open quickly. There was a small chime from the bell above the door, and your brother glanced over, already starting to greet 'the customer.' "Hello!" He called brightly, almost out of instinct. "How you guys doi- [y/n]?"
You grinned just as brightly as he had before rushing in. "Hi, couldn't wait for your break."
He rolled his eyes but excused himself from the girls he was talking to and came to your side. He didn't acknowledge Baekhyun at all, instead wrapping his arms around you for a hug. His grip was tight- just as tight as yours on him, but he let it go much faster than you would have. He cleared his throat and fixed his shirt, finally glancing at Baekhyun. "You are?"He asked with a raised eyebrow.
You laughed to yourself- your baby brother (you insisted on calling him baby brother even thought he was already inches taller than you) was acting a tad protective, and it only made you think of him as cuter. "Down boy," You snickered, reaching up to pinch your brothers cheek affectionately. "This is Baekhyun. Baekhyun, this is my brother, Tae-soo."
"Just Tae." Your brother cut in coolly, before redirecting the conversation to you. "What's up?"
"I needed to see you. What time do you get off, because we... we have a lot to talk about."
He glanced at the clock and pursed his lips, a habit he had for when he was thinking. He cracked his knuckles on his right hand before answering slowly. "I've worked a double this week already, and we're kinda slow right now, so I can probably get off within the next twenty minutes or so if I ask. We going to my apartment?"
You glanced over at Baekhyun, obviously hesitating, but he simply nodded encouragingly. "Actually, can we...." You swallowed thickly. "Can we stop at the carnival for a little bit? We haven't been to one for a really long time." You trailed of nervously at the end, because yes, it would be really fun for you, and you would probably cherish the memories of your brother smiling, wind wild from the coasters forever. But it felt like you were just avoiding the conversation that was bound to happen, like you were running away from it. To be honest, you probably were.
Tae raised his eyebrow at you, huffing and shaking his head. "You can be so childish sometimes." He muttered, but the corners of his lips were twitching. "Yeah, we can go to the carnival first. Let me go tell my boss I'm getting ready to leave." He didn't wait for a response before leaving, and you could see that he was happy from the little bounce in his steps.
As soon as he disappeared into the backroom, you whirled around to Baekhyun, who had remained completely silent throughout your interaction with your brother. "He said yes!" You whispered excitedly, grinning widely.
Baekhyun smiled at you. "Yeah, I was there when he said it, stupid." He flicked your forehead after he spoke, still smiling at you. "Do you want me to hang around or disappear for a bit?"
"Stay." You answered almost immediately, although even you realized it wasn't like you. The more you thought about it, however, you realized it was the right decision. Baekhyun had been really kind and generous towards you as of late even though you had (admittedly) been a huge pain in the ass. You were rough and mean and closed off, but he didn't seem to mind; this was more than you could say for almost everyone who had been in your life so far. Despite how much you 'hated' Baekhyun, it seemed like he was the closest thing you had to a friend in the group. You had allies now, sure, but no one would save you if you were hurt, or comfort you if you cried, or ask you how you've been, or help you if you needed it unless it benefit them in some way. Baekhyun checked off every single one of those boxes.
"I want you to stay." You repeated, slower this time, while making eye contact with him. "But if the roller coaster has two seats, I'm not sitting with you."
He grinned brightly, looking happy enough that you found yourself smiling again. "I think I'm okay with that." He said, throwing his arm over your shoulder again. This time, you didn't push it off, even when your brother came darting out of the break room, uniform folded neatly in his arms as he hurried towards you.
Tae's eyes flickered up to your shoulders and you stiffened, but otherwise ignored it. You opted to smile at him instead. "Ready to go?"
"Yeah," he told you, tucking his uniform into his bag. His voice was airy, like he still didn't have enough air in his lungs. From the way his shoulders shook slightly, you could tell that he had finished as fast as he could. It was nice to see him this excited- he hated seeming like a little kid but sometimes he deserved to act like one; you wanted to give him that.
"Okay, let's go then!" Baekhyun cheered, spinning quickly and heading for the door. With you under his arm still, he wound up dragging you along with him out of the door, leaving Tae-soo hurrying after you.
"Hey," he barked angrily from behind you, making Baekhyun speed up. "Hands off my sister, doofus." You laughed and Baekhyun pouted, making a point to pull you closer. They bickered like they were brothers themselves the whole way there.
"Don't tease him, Baekhyun-"
"Don't take his side-"
"Tae, I was literally telling him to leave you alone-"
"Yeah, Tae-soo, listen to your sis-"
"Stay out of it!"
You sighed and pinched the bridge of your nose, already feeling the headache coming along. This was going to be a long walk.
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exo_baekhyun | HOAX pt.9
Hoax_ to trick into believing or accepting as genuine something false and often preposterous.
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Requested by anon
pairing: baekhyun ⨯ reader ⨯ chanyeol
feat. jongdae, minseok, suho, sehun
content: angst, fluff, slice of life, gang au, high school au, some mature language, smoking, pinning, drinking, violence, blood, cheating
rating: PG-13
type: fanfic, series
word count: 2.9K
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… As it has been said in a song series
04. “Well, isn’t this exactly where you like me?
I am exactly where you like me, you know”
- But It’s Better If You Do - P!atD
a/n: I’m sorry this is not properly beta-read.
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Only then he notices the car’s door open for him and Jongdae steps out after seeing him do so as well.
The night is dark and the drive to the condo Baekhyun knows from childhood’s something he rather not be doing. He likes even less since he had to cancel a date with you for this.
“Baek, no one likes to be called here”, Jongdae speaks up by his side, seeing his friend’s grumpy mood, “But we caused a mess in the organization. You think Mr. Kim would sit back and do nothing? Really?”
“His son caused this, not us.”
“You’re really going with that? Really?” Jongdae scoffs, “C’mon you’re smarter than this.”
With a brusque move, Baekhyun, who had been staring out the dark tinted car window, turns to look at his friend seated beside him.
“We’re doing everything better than before. The goods are much better than before, our business is secured, no rats, the cops are tamed. We fixed everything single thing” Baekhyun rants on, “If he wants to lose everything just he should just put that brat in his place and get over with it. He should see how many men will stay just for pure devotion to his family name and how many will waltz over to us.”
“Baek...”, Jongdae starts with a warning, “Promise me that even if Junmyeon provokes, you won’t pick a fight”, Baekhyun looks away, “Promise me!”
“Yeah, I guess”, Baekhyun careless answer with a wave of his hand has Jongdae sighing in frustration and worry.
When the car stops and the car’s doors are open for them, Baekhyun finds his other friends are there as well, waiting for him. Minseok seems worried and they greet each other briefly before walking down the path to the main door of the house.
“What is it?” Jongdae asks
“I don’t know” Minseok speaks up, “Everyone’s there”
“You mean..”
“Everyone, Baek.”
When the door opens Baekhyun walks in the house, sided by Minseok and Jongdae watchful eyes.
“My son!” Mr. Kim comes up to him with a proudful smile, extending his arms towards Baekhyun.
Jongdae and Minseok stop in place and Baekhyun is suspicious and much too aware of Suho’s burning glare directed to him. But, still he meets Mr. Kim where the old man stops and stay still as the man wraps an arm around his shoulders, bringing Baekhyun closer to him in a demonstration of affection and walking him deeper inside the house where the others were waiting, Jongade and Minseok followed short behind.
“I was worried you might not show up after all”
Baekhyun took the seat immediately at Mr. Kim’s right side. An honorable place that used to belong to the currently thumb-sucking Suho who’s sitting farther down the table.
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You couldn’t help but smile when you saw Chanyeol waiting for you somewhere close to school just so the two of you could have some time to be together. Your friend excused herself and you enjoyed your time with him and this time you forgot to look at Baekhyun while Chanyeol took the time to sit on the desk beside yours to keep on the conversation, leaving only when the teacher arrived.
“They really look good together”, Baekhyun hears sees the boy sitting next to him pointing at you and Chanyeol, talking to his friend.
“I heard they’re going to college together,” the other replies.
“I wish I could get a girlfriend too~”
Baekhyun couldn’t avoid the bitterness that bit him right there. As if something bit him, stirring some kind of anger he didn’t mean to indulge. It wasn’t true anyway. Baekhyun knows you’re much too focused on something else. Dating isn’t something you’d want.
He saw Chanyeol looking at you during class, Baekhyun wishes he could tell Chanyeol to piss off, stay away from you, but… Between them, Chanyeol would be the right choice for you. That doesn’t make Baekhyun feel any better about it.
“But, when they started going out?” A girl asked another and Baekhyun just couldn’t ignore the conversation as he usually does.
“Remember when they arrived together when we visited that other city during the trip? I heard that was their first date”, the girls squeal.
“Chanyeol is perfect. Y/n’s so lucky!” The other replies and Baekhyun manages to ignore whatever nonsense they add after that.
Baekhyun doesn’t think Chanyeol is perfect, but better than him in some ways. At least, he doesn’t have a mafia association to consider when he’s with you. He’s the selfish bastard who put your life on the line just because he can’t let go, not just yet.
If he chooses to accept Mr. Kim’s proposal to take the seat as the second-in-command being with you would be impossible, if someone found out… Someone dangerous. Baekhyun knows how careless he’s being, Jongdae warned him again and again while he played innocent when he shouldn’t.
“The person you’re dating-”, Mr. Kim said the night before during a private conversation while they walked through the garden while Baekhyun kept his breath held in his throat.
It wasn’t a surprise Mr. Kim would know about you, but he was worried what the man would say next.
“For now, it’s an advice, son. I know you care about her”, Mr. Kim turned to look at Baekhyun and placed a hand on his shoulder, looking at his adopted son’s eyes meaningfully.
“You gotta make up your mind. You either make her yours or don’t let her be a way to get to you when things get ugly”, Mr. Kim squeezed Baekhyun’s shoulder tightly, “You might not see me as a father, specially after what happened to your mother, but think about what happened and ask yourself… Are you willing to let the same thing happen?”
The answer is easy. He would never let anything happen to you, it’s not that you’re a way to him, it’s the other way around. To get to you he’d stupid enough to put himself in the line, obviously that’s Mr. Kim’s biggest worry. Maybe he should let you be.
That was enough to stir him up some more and before the class was over, he dismissed himself. He found himself standing before the vending machine. The others had stepped aside for him while he just stood there, playing with the money in his hand. Classes were dismissed, he supposed to meet you now, at the usual place.
When he snapped to reality he got something he knows you like and something for himself before walking away. Deciding to put any of those thoughts aside, of course people would talk about you and Chanyeol, the two of you supposed to take care of the group during the trip.
“Hey! Hyung!” Sehun greeted his friend and Baekhyun stopped as the other jogged to him right wearing his PE uniform all sweaty and dirty, “Where are you going? Can we have lunch together? Can I have this?”
Sehun reaches for your favorite drink, but Baekhyun shoves his in Sehun’s hand instead.
“I have to meet someone now. Go take a bath, you’re really stinking”, Sehun looks disappointed at the drink in his hand and looks thoughtfully at Baekhyun.
“Can I come over to play later? Your TV’s better than the one in my room...”
Sehun’s voice fades out into the distance as Baekhyun listens to someone else talking. The boiling anger inside him reacted before he could stop himself. The voice of his classmate again, the same boy who sits next to him.
It’s maddening how his heart beats so hurtfully against his chest, scratching its way up his throat just so he can’t breathe. A high-pitched, deafening noise buzzes in his ear. It seems like reality has folded itself in two and he delved into the worse version of it.
‘No.’, the word is drawn in big, bold letters in his head even though his heart and his whole body shakes, his thoughts are certain and definitive, ‘No. It’s not true.’ Baekhyun tells himself, stating a simple fact. His mind is what stops him from letting himself be taken by that desperation that has already taken the rest of his body.
Baekhyun knows you better than any of these stupid kids, so of course they’re lying. Before he knows it, he’s gripping the kid by the collar of his uniform's shirt and pulling the scared kid up close to him. The hurt in his eyes is taken by anger, that’s it! The reason why he’s body is running wild in adrenaline right now is anger. His image, the image he’s been keeping just for the sake of you. That’s gone, he can’t remember how to act in any other way.
“Who the fuck you think you are?”, he growls on the kid’s face.
He knows everyone's gathering around him, his knuckles are white and he can see the kid’s face run pale and his eyes glazed with fear seeing the fearsome face the infamous Baekhyun twisted in anger directed at him like this. No one wants to get on Baekhyun’s bad side, never.
Sehun tries a step closer. “Stay away, Sehun”, his voice is enough to make the younger stop in his tracks and Baekhyun turns to his classmate again, “I said”, Baekhyun’s voice is low and dangerous, “—who the fuck you think you are?” His pale white teeth grinds and the boy gulps down.
“I– I’m– I’m sorry, Baekhyun! I meant it”, the voice of his classmates trembles in fear trying to find in Baekhyun’s eyes some forgiveness in the middle of all the wilderness that makes him so scary,
Sehun steps away and pulls his phone quickly, with his hands sweaty and unsteady is a hard task to make a simple call, Baekhyun’s hold gets dangerously tight around the younger boy’s throat, cutting his air supply.
“Speak properly!”
“I’m– sor—sorry–”
“You think I want your apology? You should apologize to Y/n not to me! Shit!”, the boy seemed to say something to set Baekhyun at some kind of peace, but bit his tongue, afraid, “Why did you say that about Y/n?”
“I didn’t I swe–”, before the boy could say much else he was stumbling back against the stairs behind him, he wouldn’t fall if Baekhyun didn’t push him again.
It’s not like the boy couldn’t fight for himself, it’s not how it looks like, but who would put up a fight against Baekhyun when everyone knew who he is and where he’s from?
“Cut the bullshit!”, the boy stood up again, slowly, carefully, head hanging low in hopes that would make Baekhyun stop coming for him, but couldn’t stop trembling and it only worsen when Baekhyun stepped closer to him, “Be honest! Try it again!”
“I heard about it when I walked in the school today–”, the boy starts carefully, holding himself together for any advance from Baekhyun, “—the others were talking about it, so I just–”
“So you just didn’t mind in spreading this bullshit too? I should break your–”
Sehun’s eyes grow two sizes the moment Baekhyun has his hand on his classmate, he can’t understand the reason why Baekhyun was making such a fuss because of something everyone already knew. Why does it matter if you’re dating Chanyeol? Everyone seemed to cheer for that, much like they would cheer for their favorite couple in a TV show.
“Baek, stop!” Jongdae is breathless as he runs to his best friend, Minseok reaches him first, pulling away from the other boy who could barely put up a fight.
“What are you doing?” Minseok asks and Baekhyun shakes him away from his body.
“It wasn’t me-”, the boy tries again, Eyes wide open, as Baekhyun jolts toward him again and Jongdae helps Minseok hold him back this time.
“That’s enough”, Jongdae says
“It wasn’t me, I swear!” The boy tries again and Minseok motions for the boy to just leave.
“Why does he care so much?” Someone whispers to another.
“It’s like a stalker. Really. Y/n should be careful.”
“Like a psycho or something.”
Jongdae disperses the crowd and orders one of the Baekhyun and the boy’s classmate to take him to the nurse.
“We should go home-”, Minseok tries to reason with Baekhyun, but he pushes Minseok away when he sees you somewhere in the crowd and feels the tint of shame inside of him, under all of that suppressed anger. He promised himself you wouldn’t see him like that again.
“Baekhyun!” You call after him even though there are some students in the corridor and, of course, they look, “Byun Baekhyun! Wait!”
He keeps walking fast and you have to run to catch up with him, but it’s not until the two of you are alone when he finds an empty classroom that he stops and drags you inside.
Baekhyun closes the door while you stand there, against the wall, not even knowing what to say anymore. You watch him stand before you and your eyes search for his, worried and hesitant as you see the anger dissipating.
Shame is the first thing that goes by when he turns to you, he never meant for you to see him like that. All that anger just… Seem to disappear now that he sees you here, all that restless feeling just simply goes away. He should’ve known better than this.
You work like magic, just being there with him is enough. He couldn’t bear the thought of Chanyeol. Even now thinking about it makes him hate the stupid guy who said it, the girls spreading rumors.
“Why did you do that? What if you get expelled?” Baekhyun chuckles and that smile that belongs only to him, sweet and mischievous, pulls the corner of his lips into a smile as well.
“Hey! You really think they’d do this? Did you forget who I am?” You click your tongue playfully, crossing your arms between the two of you
“You really think you’re unbeatable, don’t you?”
“Me? Y/n, that’s an old concept”, he wouldn’t remind you that you’ve managed to change that concept easily not too long ago.
The old Baekhyun wouldn’t really stand up for anyone who’s not part of his feared group of close friends. He pulls your arms free, his smile growing wider, not minding to smile openly at you anymore.
“Besides, how could I just let someone speak like that about you?”
“What were they saying anyway?”
Baekhyun chuckle, amused by the bitter thought. “They said you’re dating Chanyeol.”
Baekhyun leans against the wall behind him, pulling you along with him. He doesn’t know what or how you’d say and settle his feelings down, but the distant look in your eyes wasn’t a good start. Your expression changes and your smiles simply disappears from your lips, he could hear the echo of his heartbeat in drumming in his eyes as he saw you look down between the two of you.
You look everywhere but him and it’s almost like he knows what you gonna say. An invisible hand suddenly takes a firm hold on his heart, he can hear, but can feel how it struggles to beat. It’s suffocating.
“He... wasn’t lying, Baek.”, you look up and him carefully. Baekhyun focused on the way his heart seemed to beat as fast as it could just so it could free itself from the deadly grip.
A bitter, strangled laugh leaves Baekhyun’s lips and he leans his head against the wall. His empty laughter fills the empty room even though it’s not loud, Baekhyun closes his eyes and covers them with his hand as you step away from him. Tears sting painfully behind his eyelids and he can’t show them to you, he won’t.
He never felt so drained out of energy, so beat up and tired. Him, it had to be him. Chanyeol of all people. Him.
“I’m sorry”, Baekhyun chuckles at his own misery and tries not to think of how soothing your voice sounds.
The tone of assertiveness in the apology doesn’t seem like regret. Baekhyun knows regret and begging as most people would come out with in a moment like this. But, of course, you wouldn’t.
It’s the first time Baekhyun feels his heart being crushed, it’s worst than anything. He can’t compare with something, he just knows there’s nothing that could be any worst than this. Why does he have to love you so much? Why did let himself? Why didn’t he stop? But he knew from the beginning, didn’t he? All addiction end the same way.
Baekhyun swallows hard and feels his throat dry.
“Then?” He asks with his heart pounding painfully. It’s hurting, it hurts bad and he wants to hate you, to be utterly angry at you. Baekhyun wants to attatch himself to the tough that this is for the best. You’re safe with Chanyeol. With him, you could end up…
“I can’t let you go”
Your words doesn’t really get to him, they don’t add up as if they’ve been said in a foreign language. Slowly, with a frown so deep his eyebrows almost meet and tremble, working his brain around the meaning of them. Baekhyun opens his eyes, trying to see through the numbing pain and the remaining tears.
“What?” His voice is hoarse, but he didn’t cry.
“It’s not that I can’t decide”, you explain and thought your voice is not cold nor empty, it’s not the one he’s used to, because you’re holding back, “I just can’t let you go either. Not Chanyeol, nor you. I’m sorry.”
“So you want me? You still want me?” He shouldn’t be saying this, not like this with a pathetic happiness overlapping all the right feelings he should have right now. This pathetic Baekhyun happens to appear naturally before you.
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⇽ part 8 | part 10 ⇾
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