addicted - baekhyun au - part 8
pairing: singer! baekhyun x reader
genre: angst, slow burn, fluff, slice of life, light smut, mutual pining
words: 4.7K
warnings: swearing, alcohol consumption, very light smut
a/n: hi lovelies! thank you 3000 for showing love for my shitty writing, i know the few latest chapters seem like they’re just same shit different day, kind of, but just bear with me i swear they’re important to the plot :(((( also to those who keep on waiting for the promised angst im sorryyyy you’ll have to wait a little longer because im so inlove with these two being all lovey dovey and soft for each other it makes me all warm and fuzzy inside hehehe okay but on a serious note thank you for liking and reacting to this story I promise to make it worth your time and investment! aaaand as usual any kind of feedback and suggestion is appreciated! love you all<3
part 8
Y/N‘s POV
I stood in the middle of the party, talking to a couple of acquaintances I had met through their connections with Baekhyun. He had said he was coming back at least a half hour ago, but I hadn’t seen him since. I wasn’t all too worried, as I just assumed he ran into some friends and got busy talking to them.
A little while later, the group of people dispersed, leaving me on my own surrounded by strangers. I checked my phone for the time, seeing it was just after two. I was starting to get tired and was ready to head out, but there was still no sign of Baekhyun. By then, I was a little frustrated because he knew I didn’t know many people here, and he left me by myself. I began moving through the crowds, hoping I’d be able to spot him, which I figured wouldn’t be too hard of a task considering how big crowds of people usually surrounded him.
As I made my way through the party, I ran into Kai again.
“Oh, hey, Y/N,” he greeted me, offering me the bottle of soju in his hand, which I gladly accepted. “What are you doing all by yourself?”
I brought the bottle to my lips, shrugging. “Everyone I was talking to left, and B disappeared a while ago. Have you seen him anywhere?”
“Uh, last I saw him was when you guys got here,” he responded. “I can stay with you until you find him, if you want.”
“Oh no, it’s okay,” I shook my head, going to pass the bottle of soju back to him. “I’ll find him eventually.”
“Nah, you keep it,” he chuckled. “If I drink any more I’ll be passed out. I’ll see you later then, Y/N.”
“Of course,” I spoke. “See you.”
He waved goodbye, disappearing into the masses.
I began looking for Baekhyun once again, drinking the remaining contents of the bottle. By the time I spotted him on the other side of the room, I was really feeling the effects of the alcohol.
“Baek, there you are,” I walked over to him, sitting beside him, leaning my head on his shoulder.
“Y/N?” he spoke, his tone surprised.
“I didn’t know where you went,” I set the empty bottle down on the floor.
“Sorry, I got sidetracked…” he trailed off, taking my face in his hands. “Are you alright?”
I closed my eyes, nodding. “I am just fine.”
He exhaled, trying not to laugh. “Okay, come here.”
He grabbed my arm, steadying me as we stood up.
“What are you doing?” I asked as he led me away from his group of friends.
“How much did you drink?” he looked down at me again.
I sighed, grabbing his face. “How much did you drink?”
He laughed, taking my wrists in his hands. “Not nearly as much as you, I am sure.”
I started laughing with him, almost losing my balance before he caught my arm.
“Are you sure you’re okay?” his tone was concerned, but he still sounded like he could burst into laughter at any second.
“Uhhh, I’m alright. The room is spinning, but it… I’m fine,” I leaned against him.
“Yeah, okay,” he responded. “Come on.”
He took me through the crowded house outside.
“Why?” I whined. “I was having fun.”
“Honestly, you looked like you were about to pass out,” he chuckled, still gripping my arm firmly. “What were you drinking?”
I shook my head, smirking as I looked up at him.
He took my chin between his thumb and forefinger, pressing his lips against mine.
“Mmmm,” I groaned, gripping his neck.
He pulled away a second later, chuckling. “Yep, soju.”
“It’s cold,” I complained, leaning myself against him in hopes of stealing some of his body heat.
“Well, that’s what happens when you decide to just wear a dress,” he chuckled, taking his jacket off anyways and putting it on me. “Better?”
I nodded, looking down at it. “Damn, I look so cool.”
He shook his head, smirking. “You sure do, Y/N.”
I put my hands on his cheeks, pulling him back down to eye level.
“What are you doing?” he asked, and I could tell he found this whole thing rather amusing.
“You are like… really, really hot. Did you know that?” I spoke, tilting my head a bit. “Like, wow.”
“Oh my God,” he laughed loudly. “How fucking much did you drink, seriously?”
“Shhhh,” I closed my eyes, attempting to put my hand over his mouth but failing. “Spinning.”
He was still laughing at this point. “How about we go back to my place, okay?”
“Yeah, maybe,” I responded. “But my feet are broken.”
“Your feet are broken?” he questioned me.
I dropped down onto the ground, yanking off my heels. “They’re broken cause you told me to wear these. That was mean.”
“Alright, I’m sorry,” he spoke. “Can you get up?”
“I… One sec,” I responded, sitting there for a moment before extending my arm upward. “Help me.”
“Jesus Christ,” he chuckled again, just picking me up instead. “You are so damn cute.”
He began carrying me in the direction of my car. “Okay, you’re going yo have to give me the keys.”
“Can you even drive?” I asked him as he set me on my feet, still holding my arm so I didn’t fall over.
“Are you really in the position to ask me that?” he laughed. “I’m fine. I haven’t drank in over an hour and a half. Give me your keys.”
I sighed, taking them out of my purse and handing them to him anyways. “Fine.”
We both got in before he put the key in the ignition as I struggled with my seatbelt.
He chuckled, helping me with it. “This is kind of ironic.”
“What is?” I questioned.
“Well, I can vaguely recall you saying to me that I would be the one that was too fucked to drive,” he responded, backing out.
I rolled my eyes. “And I’m pretty sure that still holds true, even though I know I am more fucked than you, thanks.”
“I’ve driven in worse conditions than this, don’t worry,” he replied, looking at me when he stopped at a red light.
“You are so stupid,” I muttered, leaning my head against the window.
“You alright?” he asked as he began driving again.
“I think.”
“Let me know if you’re gonna be sick. I’m sure you don’t wanna throw up all over your car.”
“Uh huh,” I muttered.
We arrived back at his apartment soon after. He got out, walking around to my side before scooping me up in his arms once again.
“Jesus Christ, Baek. I can walk you know,” I mumbled, pushing his chest in a feeble attempt to get him to set me down.
“I’m sure you can, but I don’t know if walking across the pavement in bare feet would be all too good,” he spoke, chuckling.
“You… are so nice,” I whispered, resting my head against him, closing my eyes again.
He laughed again, carrying me into the elevator and up to his apartment. He set me down on the couch gently, before taking a seat beside me. “Are you sure you’re alright?”
I nodded, brushing the hair out of my face. “I feel great right now.”
“That’s not gonna last long. How much did you drink, Y/N?” he questioned me, taking my face in his hands.
I blinked, trying to think. “Honestly, I don’t know. A lot. Kai gave me a bottle of soju ad then I went to get more before I found you.”
“Fucking Kai,” he shook his head, laughing a bit. “Of course.”
“I’m sorry, Baek.”
“What?” confusion set into his features. “Why are you sorry?”
“You were trying to have fun with your friends and I fucked it up,” I spoke, frowning.
He shook his head, smiling a bit. “You’re fine, I promise. I should be apologizing for leaving you alone.”
“Nah,” I paused for a moment. “You are still really fucking hot though.”
“Oh my God, Y/N. How about we get you to bed, alright?”
“Noooo,” I resisted, climbing onto his lap, trying to kiss him.
“Whoa,” he stopped me. “I’m not having sex with you when you’re like this. I’m sorry.”
“Baekhyun,” I mumbled, pressing my lips onto his neck. “I need you.”
“Fuck,” he grabbed my waist, sliding me off of him. “Don’t do this. Please. Come on.”
He helped me to my feet, guiding me to his bedroom.
“Ugh,” I struggled with my dress, trying to get it off.
“Here,” he undid the zipper, sliding it off before tossing me a shirt. “Put this on.”
“Why?” I spoke, grabbing his neck. “Come on, Baek. We’ve fucked when I was drunk before.”
“The difference is I’m coherent enough to not do this to you, Y/N.”
“If you don’t want to have sex with me just tell me.”
He shook his head, looking me right in the eye. “It has nothing to do with not wanting to have sex with you. You’re drunk, Y/N. I’m not taking advantage of you.”
“But I want you so baaaad, Baek,” I practically whined, standing on my tiptoes as best I could without losing my balance, pressing my lips onto his.
“That’s it,” he groaned, more or less throwing me onto the bed. “Maybe we can come up with a compromise.”
I woke up the next morning, feeling like I had been hit with a ton of bricks. What the fuck happened last night? I wondered as I struggled to sit up. A moment later, I realized how bad of an idea that was, settling back into the pillows.
I could hear footsteps coming from the other side of the door, Baekhyun’s voice following soon after. “You alright?”
I groaned, opening one eye to see him peering in. “Honestly, I feel fucking horrible.”
He chuckled slightly, coming to sit beside me. “Yeah, you were pretty fucked up last night, Y/N.”
“Oh my God,” I put my hands over my face. “I’m so sorry.”
“Hey,” he moved my hands out of the way. “Don’t be. Did you need anything?”
“Umm…” I paused, thinking for a moment. “I just… need to get to your washroom, I think.”
“Gonna be sick?” he asked, moving his arm behind me as I tried to stand up.
“Think so,” I responded, letting him guide me to the bathroom where I sat down on the floor.
He held my hair, rubbing my back. “You all good?”
I nodded. “I think so. This is so fucking embarrassing.”
“Don’t be embarrassed. We’ve all been there,” he laughed, pulling me closer to him. “I have never seen you get that drunk before, Y/N. It was adorable, to be honest.”
I rolled my eyes. “How was it adorable? I was wasted.”
“Oh, man. You were being very… affectionate,” he told me.
“Oh my God,” I muttered, rubbing a hand across my face. “Do I even want to know?”
“Ah, it was nothing, really,” he smirked. “Just saying that I was really, really hot and you really, really wanted to have sex.”
“Fuck,” I covered my face. “That’s horrible.”
“We didn’t fuck, if that’s what you were wondering,” he added.
I looked up, raising an eyebrow. “Really?”
He shook his head. “I figured that would be a fucked up thing to do, but you were really fucking persistent.”
I laughed. It all sounded pretty typical of drunk me, and I was impressed that he didn’t give in. “I’m sorry.”
“Nah, don’t be,” he pulled me up off the floor. “I just wanted you to get some sleep, so I gave you oral instead.”
“Honestly, I’m sorry you had to experience dealing with me like that,” I sighed as I rinsed my mouth out in the sink.
“Stop apologizing. You’re fine, but you should probably go get some rest, okay?”
“Wait, did you drive us back here last night?” I asked, coming to the realization that I sure as hell didn’t drive.
“Uh, yeah,” he spoke.
“You are such a fucking idiot, you know that?” I pushed his chest half-heartedly.
“Well, you obviously weren’t driving. Relax, I was fine,” he responded. “Come on. Time to go to sleep this off.”
My head was pounding, and I was really in no mood to argue so I nodded, heading back into his room and crawling into bed. “Wake me up in a few hours.”
Baekhyun tapped away on his phone, sighing as he set it down on the counter. “I have to go to the studio for a few hours. There’s some stuff we need to go over.”
I shrugged, finishing off the last of the takeout he had decided on for dinner before standing up, walking over to him. “That’s fine. We weren’t really doing anything anyways.”
“I’m sorry, Y/N. I hate having to do this. You’re here so we can spend time together,” he cupped my face in his hands, glancing down at me.
“I’m sure we can deal with being away from each other for a few hours,” I smirked, standing on my tiptoes and kissing his cheek before pulling away.
“What the fuck was that?” he reached for me again, gripping my waist. “A kiss on the cheek? Really?”
“What?” I spoke defensively.
He stared down at me for a moment before leaning down to press his lips against mine, kissing me deeply. “That’s better. Anyways, you may be able to be away from me, but I don’t think I can deal with being away from you.”
I rolled my eyes. “You are such a fucking baby. Go do what you gotta do.”
He smirked at me. “Maybe I’d rather have fun with you.”
“Honestly, I just want to sleep,” I spoke, moving away from him for a second time. “And you need to go, Baek. This is your job.”
He exhaled audibly. “Fine. Are you sure you’re alright?”
“Oh my God, I’ve dealt with hangovers before. I’ll be fine,” I laughed. “I’ll see you later.”
“I won’t be too late. Couple of hours, tops,” he called as he headed out the door.
Sighing, I headed back to his bed, curling up under the covers before eventually falling back asleep.
I woke up a little while later, glancing at the clock to see I had only slept about an hour and a half. Throwing the covers off of me, I stood up before padding my way into the kitchen to retrieve my phone that was still on the counter. Out of boredom, I began scrolling through social media. After being with Baekhyun for the last couple of days, it felt odd being away from him. Even more odd was the fact that we hadn’t had sex in over 24 hours. I was pretty certain that was a record for us as for the most part, when we were around one another we never went that long without it.
I decided to send him a text, knowing there was a good chance he wouldn’t see it anyways.
‘hope everything is going okay, miss you ;) ‘
Surprisingly, I got a text back about ten minutes later.
‘it’s going alright, miss you more ;)‘
‘ew, don’t go all mushy on me hahaha’
‘don’t worry, I just mean I miss having sex with you. what are you up to?’
I took the fact that he was actually responding to my messages as an opportunity to fuck with him a little bit, which was one of my favorite pastimes.
‘sure you did ;) nothing much, going to eat all your food then probably go touch myself on your couch’
I was impressed with the speed at which he responded to my message.
‘whaaaaaatttt???? dont you fucking dare’
‘I’m hungry though :(‘
‘not the fucking food I don’t care about that just don’t fucking do that’
‘what are you gonna do about it?’
‘stop. wrapping things up here, im coming’
‘me too ;)’
‘fuck off’
I decided to time just how long it took him to get back, and I was impressed when he came through the door about twenty minutes later.
“Y/N?” I heard him calling my name, followed by his footsteps coming toward me.
I jumped up from the couch, grabbing his neck as I pressed my lips against his.
“Holy fuck,” he muttered, taking my face in his hands. “I’ve been here for like thirty seconds. Give me a bit of time to comprehend this all.”
I laughed, biting his bottom lip. “You knew exactly what you were getting into when you came back here, though.”
“Honestly, I wasn’t sure if you were just fucking with me and this was all a joke,” he chuckled.
“Not a joke,” I smirked, reaching down to unbuckle his belt.
“Jesus, Y/N. You can’t do this. I can’t just drop everything-“
“Shhhh,” I slid my hand into his pants, cutting him off. “No one forced you to come back here.”
“Oh my God,” he shook his head, clearing his throat as I took him into my hand. “I wasn’t gonna let you get yourself off in my fucking apartment, Y/N.”
“I wasn’t even going to, to be honest. I just wanted to get you home as fast as possible, and look, it worked,” I smiled at him, moving my hand away.
“You are fucking horrible. Wait,” he paused for a minute. “So this was a joke?”
I shook my head. “Nah, there was a reason why I wanted you back here, Baek.”
He smirked at me, picking me up. “Good. I’m glad to hear it.”
I couldn’t help but notice the way Baekhyun was staring at me after we had sex. It was making me feel vulnerable, which made no sense considering the amount of time I had spent naked around him, but just the way he was looking at me made me feel weird.
I pulled the blankets up over my body, flipping him off. “Stop.”
“Stop what?” he asked.
“Staring at me,” I responded.
He blinked, averting his gaze slightly before locking eyes with me again. “I can’t help it. You’re honestly… You’re beautiful, Y/N.”
“Beautiful?” I laughed. “I didn’t think that was a part of your vocabulary, Baek.”
He exhaled audibly. “Funny. I’m serious, though. Fuck, Y/N. I… Wow.”
“Wow what?” I questioned, a bit confused.
“You… I don’t…” he paused, rubbing his hand across his face as if trying to formulate the words to say. This was strange as he was never really one who acted this way. In the months that I’ve known him, it was rare to ever see him at a loss for words. “I am so fucking scared, honestly.”
“Scared? Of what?”
“You,” he spoke. “The things that I’m feeling for you, Y/N. It scares me. I know that I play it off that it’s all about the sex and that I don’t really care, but I fucking do. I hate feeling like this because it is so fucking confusing. Sleeping with you over the course of months is one thing but… Everything else? I’ve never felt like this toward anyone before and it is the most terrifying thing I’ve ever experienced. I think… I think what I’m feeling for you is a lot more than just lust, Y/N, and I fucking hate myself for it.”
I stared at him blankly, unsure of how to respond to all of this. “I… Wow, Baek. I don’t know what to say.”
“Yeah, me neither,” he sighed, chuckling a bit. “It’s strange and honestly a bit overwhelming caring about someone as much as I care about you. Like, you are the first girl I’ve wanted to simultaneously pin against a wall and make breakfast for every morning. You make me feel like I’m not in control anymore and that is a very scary thing for me. I just… I guess what I’m saying is I really fucking like you, Y/N.”
I honestly was speechless, as this was the last thing that I was really expecting from him. I was in disbelief that these words were actually coming from his mouth. “Baek…”
“I know the whole deal here was it was supposed to be just sex and nothing more, but I really wanna try this whole thing for real,” he cut me off. “I’m sorry… This is fucking weird. I get it if you don’t want the same. It’s not really what we initially agreed on and I never thought I’d feel like this, to be honest.”
“I… It’s not that it’s not something I want, Baek,” I exhaled audibly, glancing away from him. “I think we both know that it’s not going to work. Both of us are living way too differently for a serious relationship. Realistically it just… I don’t see it.”
He took my face in his hands, forcing me to look at him. “Y/N, please. It’s not like much will change. I just… I want to be able to call you mine.”
I couldn’t help but laugh a bit at how serious he was being.
“What are you laughing at?” he questioned me.
I shrugged, leaning in closer to him. “It’s funny to me that you were the one who went all sappy first. I never though I’d see the day when you would ever get emotionally invested.”
He rolled his eyes, shaking his head. “Yeah, me neither. Look at what you’ve done to me,” he joked, making me laugh again. “So… Can we do this for real?”
I smirked, pressing my lips against his. “Maybe.”
“Maybe?” he repeated, pulling away. “If you don’t, I get it. We can just pretend like I didn’t say anything and go back to the way it was.”
I was kind of hesitant of this whole thing; after all, I knew the kind of person Baekhyun was capable of being. Regardless of that, however, I couldn’t deny that I was in fact feeling something more for him as well. Separating my feelings of lust toward him from actual “feelings” was difficult, but it was becoming pretty obvious that things were more complex than just strictly sex.
I averted my gaze from his, sighing. “Baek… I do want to be with you, but I need you to be sure that you actually do want to be with me and it’s not just the fact that you like the sex that you want to.”
He took my face in his hands once again. “I am sure.”
“Okay…” I paused. “We can try, but if you fuck up I’m gone. Got it?”
He chuckled, pressing his lips onto mine. “Wouldn’t have it any other way, Y/N.”
Baekhyun’s POV
I rolled over the next morning, checking the time on my alarm clock, seeing it was just after ten. Exhaling audibly, I ran a hand across my face, glancing over to see Y/N sleeping beside me.
Fuck, I thought to myself. She was literally the definition of perfect. I shook my head, rolling my eyes. She was right; I was getting sappy. I leaned over, kissing her forehead.
“Y/N,” I whispered. She had to be back in Seoul in a couple of hours, much to my disappointment.
She groaned, pushing me away, her eyes still closed. “No.”
I chuckled before speaking again. “You gotta get up, I’m sorry. Your rules, not mine.”
She sighed, her eyes finally opening. She smiled slightly before gripping my neck, pulling me down toward her. She brushed her lips against mine, the smile still playing on her lips.
“What?” I questioned her. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen you smile this early in the morning… Well, except when my head is between your thighs but that’s a different story.”
She rolled her eyes, playfully punching me in the chest. “Shut up. I was just thinking about last night… and how you have the worst timing of all timings.”
I laughed, pulling her onto my lap. “I know. I just wanted you to know before you left for Seoul again.”
“Well, that was very thoughtful of you,” she spoke, her tone bordering on sarcasm. “I’m kidding. I’m glad you told me.”
I shook my head before pressing my lips against hers, groaning as she began moving her hips against mine. “Fuck, I’m going to miss you.”
She laughed, moving her mouth down to my neck. “I know.”
I sighed, my grasp tightening on her hips. “Are you sure you have to leave?”
“Do we really have to go through this every time?” she moved away from me, her gaze meeting mine. “Yes, I do. And you have to go back on tour in a couple of days anyways so it’s not like it really matters.”
“I just…” I trailed off, rubbing a hand across my face. “After all this time, you’d think having to say goodbye to you would get easier, but it doesn’t. And after telling you everything last night, I don’t know.”
She raised an eyebrow at me, a slight smile forming on her face. “You really are going soft on me, aren’t you?”
I rolled my eyes before smirking, moving so she was pinned underneath me. “I don’t think so, Y/N.”
“Oh my God,” she laughed, pushing me away. “You’re terrible. We don’t have time to fuck, though. I’m sorry. I really have to get going, Baek.”
“Y/N,” I complained, grasping her wrists in my hands. “Come on. I just professed my feelings for you, and now you’re just gonna leave me hanging for like a month?”
She looked up, pretending to be deep in thought for a moment. “Yep, that’s exactly what I’m going to do. Let me go.”
I exhaled audibly, releasing my grip. “Fine.”
She sat up, running a hand through her hair. “You’ll live, I promise.”
“Maybe,” I took her face into my hands. “I’m really gonna miss you.”
“I’ll miss you too, maybe,” she responded.
My tongue flickered across my bottom lip as I raised my eyebrows. “Maybe?”
“If you don’t shut up and let me leave, I’m not going to have the chance to miss you anyways,” she joked, kissing my cheek.
She got off my bed, going to the other side of the room where her bag was placed.
“Right,” I responded as I stood up as well.
“Besides, think of it this way,” she spoke, walking back over to me and wrapping her arms around my neck. “Once you come back, the sex will be amazing.”
She stood on her tiptoes, connecting her lips with mine.
“Fuck, Y/N,” I mumbled against her lips. “Can’t we just fuck like really quick?”
She pulled away, smirking. “Nope.”
I exhaled audibly as she pulled away from me, taking her bag and leaving the bedroom. I hastily threw on a pair of pants and a shirt before following her.
She looked back at me before going to open the door again.
“Hey,” I grabbed her arm. “No goodbye kiss?”
Moving her hand from the door to my head, she pressed her lips against mine. “I’ll see you in a month, boyfriend.”
A slight smirk formed on her face as she pulled away, opening the door and leaving the apartment. I watched her as she walked over to the elevator, waving at me before the door closed.
I ran a hand across my face, inhaling sharply.
This girl was going to be the fucking death of me.
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