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yeolsaintlaurent · 3 months

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Crimson Veins, Midnight Flames ch.1 [BBH]

pairing - baekhyun x fem reader

genre - mature, smut, thriller

themes - Social Divide, Ambition and Privilege, Dark Desires, Identity and Self-Discovery, Love triangle, Sex, Mystery and Gothic Elements

Synopsis - Explore the intricate world of Oxford University, where Baekhyun, a scholarship student, intertwines with the wealthy elite led by Sehun Oh and Y/N Van der Bilt. Against the backdrop of seductive parties and concealed love, the tale unfolds at the grand Ivy Crest Estate in the picturesque town of Willowbrook. Here, secrets and power plays unravel, revealing a collision between societal expectations and personal truths, with gothic nuances weaving through the rich tapestry of privilege and deceit. This is where the heart of the story beats, echoing with the footsteps of characters entwined in a dance of love, betrayal, and hidden mysteries.

A/N - Hi my lovelies~ I am so so so excited to be sharing this new series with you guys. Ever since I watched Saltburn at the cinema, I had wanted to write a fic inspired by it. As always, let me know what you guys think about my new series. <3

Chapter 1: Freshman Impressions

The air at Oxford University was alive with anticipation as freshmen flooded the campus, eager faces filled with excitement and trepidation. Banners fluttered in the crisp autumn breeze, welcoming the newcomers to a journey of knowledge and self-discovery. The courtyards were abuzz with freshmen finding their way, guided by the hopeful energy that marked the beginning of their academic adventure.

Baekhyun, clad in his drab attire, navigated through the sea of unfamiliar faces with wide-eyed wonder. His jet-black hair, styled in an old-fashioned way, hinted at his reserved personality. The banners overhead welcomed the freshmen, but Baekhyun felt like a stranger in a foreign land, an outcast amidst the throngs of students who seemed to effortlessly find their place.

As he lugged his bags, Baekhyun's gaze wandered, taking in the vibrant atmosphere. He saw students with smiles that mirrored the banners' enthusiasm, groups forming friendships that would last a lifetime, and laughter that echoed through the courtyards. His introverted nature left him feeling like an observer on the fringe of a world that he yearned to belong to.

The first day unfolded like a whirlwind, a cascade of introductions, campus tours, and the overwhelming realization that the journey ahead was as daunting as it was promising. Baekhyun, however, found himself struggling to connect with anyone. Ignored and brushed off when seeking directions to his dormitory, he felt the weight of his scholarship status more acutely than ever.

Upon reaching his dorm room, Baekhyun peered out of the window overlooking the courtyard, a view that would become a daily spectacle. It was there, amidst the crowd, that he saw Y/N for the first time. Her uber fashionable outfit, designer bag and shoes, and captivating beauty drew his attention like a moth to a flame. She stood with her friends chatting away, a cigarette in hand, an embodiment of the privilege that seemed so distant from his own reality.

Despite the magnetic pull he felt toward Y/N, Baekhyun remained introverted and nervous. He watched her from a distance, his silent admiration painting a picture of unspoken desire. The window-sill overlooking the courtyard became his silent refuge, and Y/N's presence, a beacon of aspiration in his mundane world.

The University's welcome reception dinner, a grand affair filled with chatter and clinking cutlery, brought Baekhyun face-to-face with the stark realities of his social standing. Most seats were occupied, and the few attempts to find a place were met with dismissive glances. Eventually settling into a solitary spot, Baekhyun's solitude was interrupted by Chanyeol.

"Hey mate, mind if I sit here?" Chanyeol asked, already pulling out a chair opposite to him.

Baekhyun, surprised by the friendly gesture, nodded. "Uh, sure. Go ahead."

Chanyeol flashed a friendly grin as he settled into the chair. "I'm Chanyeol, Chanyeol Park. What's your major?"

"Baekhyun Byun," he replied, still adjusting to the social interaction. "Psychology."

"Sound choice!" Chanyeol exclaimed. "I'm going for Business Administration. Got big shoes to fill as the family heir and all that."

The grand hall echoed with the chatter of students, and the vibrant atmosphere contrasted with Baekhyun's more reserved demeanor. As Chanyeol animatedly shared stories, the world around Baekhyun seemed to fade into the background, and his undecipherable expressions spoke volumes.

Chanyeol, with his outgoing personality, remained oblivious to the intricacies playing out in Baekhyun's mind. The topic veered towards Y/N as Baekhyun's gaze occasionally flickered toward her table, a subtle yet persistent attraction that Chanyeol noticed with a knowing smirk.

"I see where your interests lie," Chanyeol teased, nudging Baekhyun with a playful grin. Baekhyun responded with a nonchalant shrug, but his expressions betrayed a depth of emotion that went beyond mere acknowledgment.

Leaning in conspiratorially, Chanyeol continued his narrative. "That one there, whispering sweet nothings in her ear? That's Sehun Oh. Summered in Spain together after sixth form, so they're practically inseparable now."

Chanyeol, always eager to share insights, revealed another layer to the story. "Sehun and I are good mates. Our fathers are business partners, and I've been a frequent guest at the Van der Bilt family galas at their estate," he confided in Baekhyun, unaware of the internal turmoil brewing within the quieter companion.

With each word, Chanyeol's extroverted energy almost felt like an intrusion for Baekhyun, who continued to listen to the endless stream of information about Sehun and Y/N. The dynamics between the trio unfolded in the narratives Chanyeol wove, and Baekhyun's expressions served as a silent canvas for emotions that ran deeper than the surface suggested.

Two weeks later :

The day of the first assessments arrived, and Baekhyun, armed with a sharp mind and a focused determination, emerged from the exam hall. The sun hung low in the sky, casting long shadows across the bustling courtyard. As the other students dispersed, Baekhyun, oblivious to the world around him, made his way to the nearest notice board. The anticipation of upcoming exams lingered, and he scrutinized the posted details for any schedule changes or possible rearrangements of exam halls.

Lost in the sea of information, Baekhyun suddenly became aware of a commotion nearby. A voice, soft but urgent, reached his ears, seeking a graphing calculator amidst the departing students. He hesitated, not wanting to be drawn into the social currents that flowed around him. The solitary pursuit of knowledge called to him, urging him to retreat to the quiet confines of his dorm room for a session of solitary reading.

A tap on his shoulder shattered his reverie, and Baekhyun turned, finding himself face-to-face with the very object of his admiration—Y/N. Time seemed to freeze, and he felt a strange mixture of elation and nervousness as she stood before him. Her flustered demeanor and earnest expression captivated him, momentarily blurring the lines between his introverted world and the vibrant social tapestry around him.

Y/N, with a hint of desperation in her voice, asked if he had a spare graphing calculator. She explained that she needed it for her upcoming exam and had forgotten her own. Baekhyun, still in the grip of surprise, felt his hands instinctively reaching into his corduroy messenger bag. Without uttering a word, he handed her the calculator, a simple yet profound act of kindness.

The transformation in Y/N's expression was instantaneous. Gratitude and happiness radiated from her as she clutched the calculator in her hands. In a burst of genuine emotion, she planted a quick but heartfelt kiss on Baekhyun's cheek, catching him completely off guard. Before he could fully comprehend the moment, she enveloped him in a warm hug, expressing her thanks.

"I'll get it back to you! Thank you so much!!" her voice echoed behind her as she sprinted towards her exam hall. Baekhyun stood there, frozen for a moment longer, the weight of the unexpected encounter lingering in the air. The courtyard resumed its rhythm, but for Baekhyun, a simple act of generosity had set in motion a chain of events of social dynamics and hidden desires.

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yeolsaintlaurent · 3 months

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Crimson Veins, Midnight Flames ch.2 [BBH]

pairing - baekhyun x fem reader

additional characters - sehun, chanyeol

genre - mature, smut, thriller

themes - Social Divide, Ambition and Privilege, Dark Desires, Identity and Self-Discovery, Love triangle, Sex, Mystery and Gothic Elements

warnings - drugs, orgy, nudity

Chapter 2: Intoxicated Whispers of Realities

The weekend arrived, ushering in a torrent of neon lights, thundering music, and the infectious energy of the party scene. Chanyeol, the embodiment of excitement, managed to coerce Baekhyun into attending one of Sehun's legendary house parties. Reluctant but intrigued, Baekhyun found himself at the doorstep of a pulsating spectacle.

The thumping bass resonated through the air, mingling with the laughter and chatter that reverberated within the confines of Sehun's grand residence. Baekhyun, wearing a pair of black slacks, a plain white t-shirt and worn down sneakers, felt like a ghost in a sea of vivid hues and designer outfits.

Chanyeol tossed the keys to his G-wagon over to the valet and then proceeded to pull Baekhyun into the heart of the madness. The air was thick with the scent of alcohol, and the extravagant setting transformed into a kaleidoscope of colours, illuminated by vibrant neon lights and shrouded in a haze of smoke.

The grand entrance beckoned guests into a realm of luxury, adorned with exquisite marble statues that seemed to breathe life into the grandeur of the surroundings. Wait staff, poised with trays of tantalising drinks and pills, were stationed strategically to cater to Sehun's distinguished guests.

Inside, the party pulsated with life. A grand piano echoed with the notes of a skilled pianist, adding a touch of class to the vibrant chaos. The bar, a focal point of the festivities, boasted top-shelf liquor tended to by seasoned mixologists who crafted cocktails with finesse. The air was thick with the eclectic beats of the music, drawing people onto the dance floor where bodies swayed to the rhythm.

In one corner, a high-stakes poker game unfolded, the stakes rising with every round. For those seeking an even riskier and naughty thrill, a table nearby hosted a game of strip poker, laughter mingling with the suspense of the game. Outdoors, a massive pool became a hub of activity, with guests skinny dipping, and colourful floaties added a playful touch to the scene. The mansion, a playground of indulgence, buzzed with the heady cocktail of wealth and revelry.

"Come on, Baek! This shit is going to be fucking epic!" Chanyeol shouted over the music, leading Baekhyun through the chaotic dance floor.

As they navigated through the throngs of people, Chanyeol spotted a familiar face. "Yo, Sehun!" he hollered, beckoning for Baekhyun to follow.

Sehun, the stoic host of the wild affair, greeted them with a charismatic smile that barely masked his usually cold exterior. "Chanyeol, my man! Glad you could make it. And you have brought..?"

"This is Baekhyun," Chanyeol introduced, giving Baekhyun a playful nudge. "He's a bit new to the scene, but he's catching up."

Sehun extended a hand, impeccably dressed in head-to-toe Dior, his sharp gaze assessing Baekhyun. "Welcome, Baekhyun. Enjoy the party."

Baekhyun, feeling like a small fish in a vast, tumultuous ocean of debauchery, managed a polite nod. Sehun, his usually icy demeanour slightly thawed by Chanyeol's association, continued to judge Baekhyun based on his attire, silently questioning the connection between him and Chanyeol.

Sehun's opulent mansion played host to an exclusive gathering of affluent individuals, a meticulously curated assembly of young heirs draped in extravagance from head to toe. Adorned in scrupulously tailored ensembles and accessorised with the finest trappings, they emitted an unmistakable scent of wealth. Sehun's discerning eye had carefully selected guests who promised both social prestige and business potential.

In this high-society party setting, the guests shed their reserved exteriors, revealing a different facet of their personalities. While outside the walls of the mansion, they were draped in the veneer of propriety and formality, within its confines, inhibitions were cast aside. Laughter rang out unrestrained, and the grandiosity of the mansion provided the perfect backdrop for the elite to indulge in their most lavish desires. The atmosphere pulsated with unrestrained energy as Sehun's carefully chosen attendees let loose.

Chanyeol guided Baekhyun through various conversations and social circles, urging him to embrace the madness. Soon after, Baekhyun excused himself and wandered off to a quiet corner.

In a secluded alcove, shielded from the rhythmic beats, Sehun, draped in an air of haughty refinement, strolled up to Baekhyun. "Couldn't help but notice that Chanyeol's taken a liking to you. How's the party treating you?"

Baekhyun, caught off guard by Sehun's sudden attention, managed a modest smile. "Feeling a bit like the odd one out tonight to be honest."

Sehun, maintaining his aristocratic air, raised a disdainful eyebrow as he scrutinised Baekhyun's attire. "Well, you're certainly not…well prepared for the occasion."

Baekhyun, sensing the subtle arrogance, glanced at his choice of clothing. "Didn't expect this level of... extravagance."

Sehun, with a condescending smirk, replied, "Consider it a tip for next time. Dress the part. It's rather crucial if you want to run in these circles."

As Sehun gracefully navigated the party, Baekhyun found himself on the fringes of Sehun's exclusive circle, savouring morsels of conversations and glimpses of a more relaxed Sehun.

Driven by curiosity, he approached one of Sehun's friends, masking his interest with an air of casual conversation. "Hey, you know Sehun well?"

The friend, assessing Baekhyun with a hint of curiosity and scepticism, responded, "Yeah, we go way back. What's up?"

Baekhyun, feigning nonchalance, hesitated before delving into his inquiry. "What's his deal?”

The friend, sipping on their drink, chuckled knowingly. "Sehun tends to keep a cool exterior, especially with those outside his circle. But when he loosens up with a few drinks, it's a different story. Lucky for you, he's in a friendlier mood tonight." Hm, If you say so.

Playing the innocent card, Baekhyun probed further with subtlety. "Any idea why he's so fixated on my..clothes?"

The friend, offering a cryptic smile, shrugged casually. "Sehun values appearances highly and tends to scrutinise how people fit into his world. He believes that gaining entry is no casual affair, and not just anyone can seamlessly become part of his trusted circle or the circles of those he holds close."

As Baekhyun processed this revelation, he listened intently to the friend's insight into Sehun's world. Little did he know that this seemingly extravagant night would unravel layers of social intricacies, leaving him on the precipice of the unpredictable twists and turns that awaited him.

At another end of the party, Sehun approached one of his inner circle mates, a trusted confidant who had been with him through thick and thin. "Do you know anything about that guy, Baek..something?"

The friend, glancing at Baekhyun from a distance, replied, "Not much. He's a scholarship student. Almost never seen in social circles. People say he's…middle class."

Sehun, sipping his drink, raised an eyebrow. "Interesting. What's he doing here, then?"

The friend continued, "But here's the twist. One of our friends is in his class, and they say he's like.. a genius. Top of his class. Professor Harrington’s favourite. Got the brains, apparently."

Sehun, absorbing this unexpected revelation, contemplated the incongruity of Baekhyun's presence in the extravagant setting. The information lingered in the air as he continued to observe Baekhyun from afar, wondering what hidden layers lay beneath the surface of the scholarship student.

The night unfolded in a symphony of conversations, music and laughter echoing through Sehun's grand residence. There were semi-nude people sitting around the large oak dining table and playing strip poker. There were wait staff stationed everywhere, making sure the guests were served whatever they wish- drinks, pills and marijuana infused finger foods.

Baekhyun sought refuge on the balcony amidst the swirling haze of smoke and the distant thumps of the bass.

His gaze wandered to Chanyeol, on a mission to be the life of the party, as he was being held upside-down at the keg, while elsewhere, students indulged in various degrees of intoxication. Baekhyun shook his head at the sight of two blokes snorting cocaine off the belly of a naked woman, silently disapproving.

Seeking a reprieve from the clamour, Baekhyun stepped onto the balcony. The cool night air offered a stark contrast to the heat and chaos inside. Lost in contemplation, he was caught off guard when Y/N appeared beside him.

"Hey! You're the guy that helped me out outside the exam hall! I’m so sorry I don’t think I caught your name" Y/N's voice cut through the ambient noise, her eyes sparkling with recognition.

Baekhyun, startled by her sudden presence, managed a sheepish smile. "Baekhyun, Hi! Yeah... I hope your exam went well."

Y/N nodded, a mischievous grin playing on her lips. "I’m Y/N. And it did, all thanks to you. What are you doing out here? The party's inside, you know."

Baekhyun glanced inside and back at her. "Honestly, I’d much rather be listening to my records in the dorm than be in there," he confessed.

Y/N assessed him from top to bottom. "Well, you have to try it to knock it, right?" Before Baekhyun could respond, she grabbed his arm and led him back into the lively gathering.

Inside, Y/N called for attention, her friends turning curious gazes towards Baekhyun. "Hey, everyone! This is Baekhyun. He's the life-saver who helped me out during the exams!"

The group erupted into cheers, and Y/N continued to regale them with the tale of Baekhyun's timely assistance. The sudden attention overwhelmed him, but he couldn't resist the genuine warmth of Y/N's gratitude.

Sehun, observing from a distance, couldn't ignore the commotion. His girlfriend and her friends were fawning over Baekhyun, and his jaw tightened in response. Masking his irritation with a tight-lipped smile, he approached the group.

"What's going on here, my love?" he asked Y/N, his eyes fixed on Baekhyun.

Y/N beamed at Sehun. "Well~Baekhyun here saved the day during the exams. Isn't that amazing?"

Sehun, suppressing his annoyance, forced a smile. "I see. Thanks for helping my girlfriend, Baekhyun," he said, emphasising the possessiveness. "Well, I would definitely say that this calls for more shots." Sehun signalled one of the waitstaff, who promptly brought a tray filled with shot glasses filled with very strong, expensive spirits and liquors and some colourful pills. Sehun pushed a glass and a pink pill into Baekhyun's hands, subtly making sure he joined in on the drinking. The group then clinked their shot glasses and popped the pills on their tongues before downing the shots.

As the shots flowed freely, Baekhyun found more and more drinks being handed to him, and he caught himself in the whirlwind of the ‘celebration’. The alcohol blurred the edges of his consciousness, and Sehun, with a sly grin, continued to encourage him to indulge. By the time the ninth shot was downed, Baekhyun's head was spinning, and he excused himself.

Stumbling through the dimly lit house, Baekhyun approached Sehun for directions to the nearest restroom. Sehun, subtly relieved to be rid of the unexpected party guest, casually pointed him in a random direction.

Alone in the dimly lit hallway, Baekhyun felt the weight of the alcohol hitting him. As he turned a corner, he heard the raucous laughter and clinking glasses behind him. The scene was too much, and he couldn't shake off the uneasy feeling that he was out of his depth.

In his unsteady state, Baekhyun stumbled into an open door, expecting a bathroom. To his horror, he found himself in a room where a bunch of people were having an orgy. One of the guys, clearly high, signalled him to join them while someone else hurled their heel at him to shut the door. Caught off guard, he blurted out an apology and he quickly shut the door.

The embarrassment lingered as Baekhyun tried to regain his composure. The events of the night had taken an unexpected turn, and he couldn't shake off the feeling that he was navigating uncharted territory.

As Baekhyun walked away, he glanced back to see Sehun making a grand show of hugging and kissing Y/N. A twinge of discomfort gnawed at him, but he decided to retreat. Leaving the chaos of the party behind, Baekhyun stumbled back to his dorm, the events of the night replaying in his mind.

After a hasty shower and a violent bout of vomiting, Baekhyun changed into his pajamas. He settled into bed, the room spinning as he drifted into a restless sleep, unaware of the storm that had been set in motion during that fateful night at Oxford.

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