#vg: baekhyun
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vampire!Baekhyun x Reader: sweet bloody talk. [+18]
Word count: 7 479
Date of release: 5th November 2023
Warnings: s*xual content, mentions of blood.
Author's notes: @synthetickitsune I swear I had the entire draft ready before you posted yours, but I feel like we have one shared brain cell for some things LOL
The first thing you took note of upon entering the club was that the music was better than you expected from the mediocre and obscure premise. This type of music was not something you usually heard in dancing places – it was more on the heavy side, and it gave off the vibe of 80’s goths and black platform heels adorned with spikes. Not your regular music choice, but you couldn’t say that you were disappointed.
It was supposed to be just a few hours of relax. You felt a bit distraught recently, with books and other home entertainments feeling like you’re starting to drown in a routine. You needed a variety, even though your friends group consisted mostly of people who didn’t care for parties, and you yourself had no idea as to what people are supposed to do at one. Even the club was something you found online and not through a recommendation. You were shamelessly aware that you chose it just because the menu appeared cheaper than in others, and they would let ladies in for free if they wore heels. A bit sexist in your opinion, but free entry was free entry after all.
The place wasn’t too crowded, but the spots by the bar were all busy, and with the customers gathered around – a lot of them for such an early hour – you quickly came to a conclusion that you’d rather sit down somewhere else and look around to see if there’s anything for you to do.
You hated dancing.
It’s not that it was impossible to sway from one side to the other on repeat. But you were awfully aware how lame it must have looked while done by someone who didn’t represent excess of physical appeal, and so, since it didn’t bring you any joy either, you avoided it at all costs. For the same reason, the dancing floor was definitely not an interesting place to look at. And besides, everyone was still too sober for their dancing skills to become entertaining.
The spot you found, a bar chair by a tall, round table with the top made of glass, was a good lookout point. A row of tables like such was on a not so tall podium along the wall, so the heads of the people were a bit below and you could see the entire ground floor of the club very well. Guests were still coming in.
There was a part of the club, though, that, although in the range of your sight, didn’t appear reachable at all – the upper floor. A balcony with glass balustrade shined above the heads of all people gathered in the dancing floor. The VIP zone.
Your eyes, bored of looking down, traveled up automatically, trying to have a look at anyone there. You suspected that the VIP zone of such an average place was occupied by college students and corporates going at party nights. In fact, the only person that was looking out the balustrade at the moment, with his eyes fixated somewhere by the bar, was a tall and well-built boy who could as well be a basketball player, dressed in a simple t-shirt and sweatpants. You snorted quietly, realizing that in any of the books you read, he would be a multimillionaire, spotting an average girl in the crowd below, falling in love at the first sight…
“Whatcha looking at?”
You jumped and almost fell off your chair at the voice that sounded out next to you.
Your eyes shot to the person who was currently sitting in the chair next to yours, watching you with a polite, non-intrusive smile. Although the fact you didn’t notice him join in freaked you out, he didn’t appear ill-intended. Yet, you didn’t miss a small smirk in the corner of his lip at the sudden reaction that you graced his question with.
“Oh… Nothing, really, just people” you answered, composing yourself. A small part of you wanted to carry on some sort of conversation just to not stay completely alienated for the rest of the night. But the remaining part of you had no idea, how. “How’s your evening?” you asked out of no better choice.
The man leaned forward, resting his elbows on the table, and smiled widely, acknowledging that you’re not against the interaction.
“A bit boring, to be honest. I came here with some friends, but they all already busied themselves with stuff. What about you? Who did you come with?”
His voice was tender and careful, and his face looked very soft. You took a moment to acknowledge a simple baseball cap on his head, pulled on a bit too low so that he had to tilt his head backwards to see what’s on his eye level. He also wore a black, plain bomber jacket that made you think he’s a part of some college team – but there were no logos or other signs anywhere that would hint to his affiliation. In fact, you quickly came to the conclusion that it’s just his fashion choice.
“I actually came here alone” you blabbered without a second thought. “I’m not really a party person, to be honest…”
“Oh. I can tell.”
“Huh?”
Should you feel offended? Your face must have betrayed the uncertainty, because the man’s eyes widened and he visibly panicked at the social mistake.
“No, wait, sorry. It’s just that… if a stranger asks you about who you came with, even if you come alone, you should lie. It’s dangerous to let people know that.” he elaborated.
That actually made sense, you realized. Heck, you must have really had no self-preservation skills if you didn’t think of that before.
“Oh… I, um, thank you? For letting me know?” You scratched your head awkwardly.
He pressed his lips together – you took note of how his cheeks looked sort of cute and squishable when he did that – and smoothly hopped off the seat.
“I think it’s the time for me. Thank you for the talk.” He nodded his head politely and turned around, disappearing in the crowd before you could react appropriately.
You let out a defeated sigh. You came to this party to have a relaxing evening, but you must have messed up your possibly only chance to have a conversation with someone sober and not a creep. People were starting to slowly get drunk and you had a feeling that anytime soon, the only people coming up for a talk would be drunk college boys that the club was at this time of the year full of.
You glanced hopefully up at the glass balustrade of the VIP zone, but this time there was no one in sight.
It must have been around midnight when you looked at yourself in the club’s bathroom mirror, taking note of the tiredness heaving down your features. You were bored out of your mind, the music was echoing in your skull way too loud at this point, and the little alcohol you had in the meantime only made you a bit distraught rather than relaxed. Those were signs that it was definitely the time to go home.
You wrapped your trench coat around yourself as you left the building and went into the dark street. Cold wind hit your ankles, clad in nothing but a thin layer of stockings that you wore underneath the dress.
You stood nearby the main entrance, reaching out to your phone. You still contemplated whether to order a ride or to seek a cheaper alternative, seeing as the travel by feet must have not been too far from there, and maybe even you could even catch the night bus?
“Hi, are you alone?”
You whipped your head to where the voice was coming from, way too close for your liking.
A man was approaching you at a pace you weren’t sure if you should be comfortable with. His eyes were shining from the amount of alcohol consumed. He swayed to the sides ever so slightly as he walked.
It took you a solid moment to realize you’ve seen him once before – on the balustrade. He must have been on his way home as well.
“Um… I’m going home” you replied a bit shakily when he approached you. With how much taller than you he was, he didn’t have to try hard to hover above you in a hopefully unwittingly threatening posture.
“Will you be okay? I can get you a ride” he spoke sluggishly.
You couldn’t tell just how wary of him you should be; although he didn’t seem ingenuine and it was just the alcohol that made him appear creepy, you reminded yourself that it’s still a stranger. You glanced towards the club – the entry was a bit too far for your liking, but unless he became physical, you should be able to get back and ask for someone to help you out, was he to become too pushy.
“Please let me get you home” he suddenly spoke, sensing your unease. “I won’t bite you, I promise” he added. “I’ve already had enough for today, they don’t taste any good when I’m this drunk” he kept on blabbering and you lifted your eyebrow at the peculiarity of his statement.
“Chanyeol? What the hell are you doing here?”
The two of you turned around to look at the man coming from the club. The silhouette was too dark with the lights in the background, so you couldn’t make out his features well.
“Nothing” the man answered, shaking his head. “I just met this girl and she’s alone and I told her I won’t bite her but I think she’s scared of me” he whined.
Only when the newcomer came close enough, you realized that he also is not an unfamiliar face. The baseball cap betrayed him even before his squishy cheeks did. He spared you a glance and tilted his head to the side, apparently also acknowledging that you’re not a complete stranger. His eyes fell on his friend again.
“Aish, how would you get her home when you’re this drunk? Come and join the rest, we’ll be going home soon.”
“Then you take her home. She’s alone, Baekhyun, girls shouldn’t be alone. What if someone bites her when she’s alone?”
You frowned deeply, having no idea about what was all this weird conversation about. The man – Baekhyun – glanced at you once every few seconds, as though checking your reactions, and he was clearly displeased with the way things were going. He finally sighed.
“You talk too much, Yeol. Come on, let’s go.”
The man named Chanyeol huffed, but finally gave up and started moving back towards the entrance.
Baekhyun stayed behind, only making sure that his friend has gone in the right direction, and then looked at you with his face unreadable.
“Sorry for that. He didn’t mean anything bad, he just doesn’t control his tongue when he’s drunk.”
“Yeah… I could tell… Sorry.”
He lifted his eyebrow.
“Don’t say sorry when you haven’t done anything bad.”
“Oh. Right.”
“Are you sure it’s just parties that you’re not into? It looks like you don’t have much human interaction at all” he commented with a smirk. You laughed awkwardly.
“I usually handle it better, really. Not like, very good, but I swear I’m not an alien.”
He laughed warmly.
“Thank God, I was starting to consider giving you a ride too, but what if I had to get you back on another planet? Don’t have enough gas for that” he joked. It was quite lame of a joke, but you couldn’t help but utter a small laugh. After a bit of alcohol and at this hour, it was hard not to go alone with the lame sense of humor.
“Was it your way of offering a ride?” you dared to ask.
Baekhyun grinned.
“Maybe. Would you like?”
“I…” You bit on your lip, suddenly realizing that the offer had probably more to it than a mere act of kindness. “…don’t want to give you hope for something I can’t give” you stated carefully.
The man’s smile fell.
“Don’t ever worry about things like that. It’s not your problem if someone gets hope for something you never offered yourself. I just felt like giving you a ride, you don’t need to think of ways to return a favor or anything.” He appeared satisfied with his speech, and hid hands in the pockets of his jacket, soft and reassuring smile returning to his face.
You released the breath you didn’t realize you were holding, a relief washing over you and a smile appearing on your own face as well.
“That’s… nice” you only answered. “In this case, I’d love to get home with you. I… I mean-” you realized your words were a bit ambiguous. “…You know what I mean.”
Baekhyun only laughed warmly.
“I know, I know. Come on, I parked nearby.” He pulled car keys out of his pocket and swung them in the air. “But, by the way, don’t just accept rides from strangers. It’s dangerous.”
Baekhyun’s car was more comfortable than the public transport you were used to, and also sitting in the front felt way nicer than the backseats of a taxi. The music was calmer and quieter than in the club, and although it also wasn’t the genre you were used to, it almost lulled you to sleep as the two of you sat in a pleasant silence for about half of the ride.
“Won’t your friends get worried that you didn’t come back to them?” you eventually spoke, trying to start a conversation. Your time together appeared to be limited, and you didn’t want to waste a chance to get to know the man better.
“I shot them a message” Baekhyun replied with his gaze fixated on the changing lights and the cars in the intersection. “I wasn’t drinking because I was supposed to be their ride but they also met some people at the party, so they’ll be fine” he elaborated.
“Ah, I see. Well. I’m lucky that you were supposed to be the ride anyway” you shrugged. Baekhyun smiled at that but didn’t continue the conversation.
You were still a few minutes away from your apartment and you really, really didn’t want the ride to end so quickly. Even silence in Baekhyun’s presence was just too comfortable. How was it possible that you felt so much ease with a man you barely met? Maybe it was because his comments regarding your safety seemed to be genuine, and you appreciated them. Maybe they were just his way of getting your trust, but you just didn’t seem to mind.
There were still other questions you could use to get him to talk to you.
“I just recalled, what were those things your friend was talking about? I know he was drunk, but he mentioned biting like two or three times. What’s up with that?”
Baekhyun’s eyes narrowed slightly. Slight tension in his jaw didn’t pass your attention either.
“Uh…” He shrugged after a moment of thought. “Consider it an inside joke in our group of friends.”
“An inside joke?” You genuinely laughed. “Maybe you’re the aliens? What if your car gets me on the Moon instead of home?”
The man laughed awkwardly.
“Well, we’re peculiar in our own ways. But I promise the car is earthly” he assured with a grin.
You knew the area pretty well and it didn’t take long before you arrived at your address, Baekhyun’s car coming to a stop almost opposite of the building entry. The man turned the engine off and got up, opening the door for you before you even prepared yourself to leave the vehicle. You got out hurriedly and quickly straightened your clothes.
“You good? You got everything?” he asked, glancing at the seat to make sure you haven’t forgotten anything. You nodded.
“Thank you. Really.”
“You’re welcome.” His voice was tender and calm, but you had a feeling that the unspoken question is there.
You cleared your throat.
“Um… Would you… like to come upstairs?”
“Hm?”
Because of what he said before, you were certain he did not want to make any assumptions or take things for granted. Yet, you didn’t want to leave him in the dark, and you were positive that for his honesty, he deserved some transparency from your side as well.
“Just…”
Yet, were you ready to offer more than you initially planned? What was there to lose, after all?
But how would you feel if he rejected you, or if you didn’t meet the expectations – that was so not like you to offer such a thing, and you never wanted to have short-term partners to begin with.
But Baekhyun clearly was a gentleman, and if he was to reject you, it would have to be out of care and not because you disappointed him. Or at least you desperately wanted to believe so.
And besides, why would he reject you if he went out of his way to give you a ride home? Even if he was mature enough not to expect anything, it’s not like he would offer it to someone who didn’t spike at least an ounce of his interest.
“[F/n]?”
You jumped at the sound of your name; you must have drowned in your thoughts instead of answering the question.
“Oh. Sorry. I um… It’s not a situation I’m usually in. But I just… don’t want this evening to end this fast.”
“You know you don’t owe me anything, right?” He announced calmly, but there was some shade of threat in the way he said it, as if there was something urging him to give you the last chance to take it back and part your ways.
“I know. That’s why I don’t promise anything. But I want to try. You’re… fun to be around.”
At that, his face instantly lightened, and he chuckled softly.
“Thank you. You’re fun to be around, too.”
The night was chilly, and so you welcomed with gratitude the warmth that surrounded you the moment you entered your apartment. The place was rather decent as for one person inhabiting it, and you rented it at a rather cheap price from an elderly lady who at some age decided to move in with her family. Although you were allowed to refurnish it, you actually enjoyed the old style of creaking floor and black-and-white pictures on the walls covered in an old wallpaper. Even the old TV remained in its place, although it wasn’t catching the signal anymore. Baekhyun looked around curiously.
“You live here alone?” he asked.
“Yeah. But it’s not mine, I’m renting for another few years” you elaborated while taking off your coat and shoes, motioning for Baekhyun to do the same. “I’d like to buy my own but it’s still a while before I can even afford a mortgage.” The man nodded slowly in acknowledgment, following you cautiously as you soon entered the kitchen, turning on all the small lights on the way, making sure that the whole apartment was at least partially lit. “Bathroom is over there if you need” you briefly waved in the right doors’ direction. “You want something to eat?”
Baekhyun’s metaphorical ears perked up. He saw you point at the fridge.
“Oh. Maybe later, thank you.”
“Later?” you grinned. “Just how long are you planning to stay in here?” you teased.
“Hm.” He smiled shyly. “As long as you let me” he purred. You were focused on checking the cabinet’s contents for some quick snack when you heard him shift right behind you, hands hovering around your waist, although not touching just yet.
Your breath hitched. A pack of chocolate chip cookies slipped out of your grasp and fell on the counter below.
“Dammit” you mumbled, reaching to pick it up.
When you turned around, Baekhyun was sitting at your small table, elbow resting on the tabletop and chin on his hand in a fairly confident, although charming – in a way – pose.
“You want some?” You asked mindlessly, putting the cookies on the table and sitting on the second chair awkwardly.
“Later, thank you” he repeated; you internally cringed, realizing it made it seem that you didn’t listen to him earlier.
“Want something to drink then? I imagine you must be at least a bit tired after the party” you offered, feeling a bit awkward about eating the cookies all alone and not providing him with any sort of entertainment in the meantime.
“Don’t worry. It’s nice to just rest in the quiet after all that loud music” Baekhyun said with a gentle smile.
“Is that really so? Or do you just avoid midnight snacking?” you teased, trying to at least carry on with a small-talk.
You caught him stare straight in your eyes, and you felt a shiver run down your spine at his unreadable face.
“I actually believe that a good snack is a good snack regardless of the time” he announced in a tone that made you wonder.
He stood up right as you finished your cookie and came up to you. You observed him curiously as he knelt down, slowly finding himself between your parted knees.
His eyes never left yours, watching out for any signs of discomfort or disagreement.
You felt taken aback by his boldness, feeling your face heat up at the unusual closeness, but you definitely weren’t about to refuse.
His hands finally touched your knees, leaning on them for stability. Your dress was riding up a bit, but not enough to show anything yet.
“May I?” His lips hovered over the skin of your thigh where it was already exposed.
You almost caught yourself nodding mindlessly, but the loud pounding of your heart brought you back to reality.
“W-what?” you stuttered.
“Kiss your leg” he specified with a small, warm laugh that both calmed you and embarrassed you even more at once. “May I?”
“Yes” you answered quickly before you could lose control over your voice again.
More serious again, Baekhyun leaned down and pressed a slow, chaste kiss into your heated skin. Then another, a bit higher, but still as if the edge of your dress was a border he wasn’t going to cross. His both hands massaged the outer sides of your knees.
“You’re so nervous” the man noted, at which your face got even redder.
“Well, uh…”
“Do I make you shy?” he teased. You stuttered incoherently in response.
Baekhyun let out a soft laughter, pushing himself up and extending his hand to help you up as well. You followed and fixed your dress in hurry.
“U-uh.”
You awkwardly wavered your hand towards the bedroom’s door, hoping the man gets the hint, knowing that your voice would betray you completely, were you to utter such a bold request.
But he didn’t even look in that direction, his hand reaching to your chin instead and he lifted your face up, placing a small kiss on your cheek.
“Oh. Thank you.”
At that, he laughed even louder.
“Thank you? Really?”
“What else was I supposed to answer…?” you huffed, not sure if he was trying to insult you with the mockery.
“No, no, don’t worry, it was actually quite a cute thing to say” he explained.
“Oh, well…”
His fingers gently brushed your lips, and all the thoughts left your mind as you let him maneuver your face towards his. Warm breath hit your nose as he looked down at you from up close, all small details of his face so sharp and clear, and his glistening eyes fixated on the way your face subtly changed in reaction to his doings.
He tilted his head to the side, smirk present on his soft-looking lips, and you felt as though at that exact moment, he had you right in his grasp – up to the heart of yours beating exactly as he conducted, you thought.
With another peck to your other cheek, he suddenly pulled away.
You swayed, feeling like you’re going to collapse the moment his fingers no longer kept your face in place. You were lightheaded. Baekhyun was proud of himself.
He stepped towards the corridor that led to your bedroom, and this time, it was you who followed.
He crossed the door, glancing over his shoulder as if to make sure you’re not lost on your way.
And right when you thought that at least this small part of your way will be peaceful and almost boring, this one, small thing came to your vision, turning everything upside down.
Right ahead of yourself, behind Baekhyun’s silhouette, on the wall. A mirror, adorned with an antique, golden frame, one you used every day to get ready, one that had been there ever since you remembered, and one that was the last thing in the world you’d expect to surprise you.
You looked closely; your eyes couldn’t be possibly playing tricks. It was just you with all the walls and furnishings that you knew.
But Baekhyun, standing there and glancing at you, did not reflect in that mirror.
You froze in place, staring in your own eyes of the reflection. The man’s smile fell, noting the sudden change of mood. Catching your gaze, he followed it, turning his back to you. His own eyes finally fell on the mirror and he gawked.
“Oh. Oh, wow.”
Without waiting for you to speak any of the thoughts currently hurling in your mind, he slowly walked over to the mirror as if just about as surprised as you were, but with genuine curiosity as well. His hand reached but stopped right before touching the smooth surface, and instead grazed the mirror’s frame, admiring the piece of fine furniture.
You stood in your place, still uncertain how to react. But he did not seem as confused, you realized – as if, although not expecting the phenomenon, he knew exactly what it was caused by.
“Fascinating…” he finally spoke in a soft voice. “Really, I don’t remember the last time I’ve seen one like this” he talked with childlike thrill. “It’s old, isn’t it?” He looked back at you, but his smile fell once again, noting you were nowhere close to sharing his excitement.
He let go of the mirror’s frame and took a step towards you, face tense and determined.
Something in you screamed, some sort of self-preservation instinct reminded you of its presence, calling out to you: this is a threat! This isn’t normal! It’s a sign, run!
Can’t move.
You stood there, completely stunned, as Baekhyun finally closed the proximity, finding himself right in front of you.
Was it some sort of manipulation, or was it just you – that the fear in your guts somehow mixed with arousal?
“What… is that?” you dared to ask in a tone as tough as you could make it.
He stepped that one step too close, making you stumble backwards. One step more, one more, and he had you leaning against the wall by the bedroom’s door, somewhat cornered, yet with enough room to flee if you so wished.
“If…” Hearing his voice this close made you flinch slightly, and he turned his tone down a bit. “If you tell me to leave, I’ll leave. I’m not going to hurt you.”
The last words made the heart thump in your chest.
“But… you could.”
“I could.”
“Were you going to?”
He didn’t reply for a moment, breathing in deeply.
“Not… much.”
You stared at him, still uncertain and confused.
“Who are you?”
He stepped back again. Your eyes moved between his silhouette and the mirror behind when he stood right next to it, giving you the best picture of his non-reflecting self.
“I’ll give you a fun fact instead” he announced, lips curling into a grin again. “Your mirror is very old. I actually don’t remember the last time I’ve had this happen to me. Because mirrors nowadays don’t do that. Do you know why?”
You had no clue what he was going at – you shook your head.
“Because mirrors nowadays are usually made of glass and aluminum. Or stuff like that, I’m not so sure, really” he shrugged, unbothered. You still weren’t able to finish the thought off, a small piece still lacking for you to understand it. Baekhyun sensed that, and he patiently continued – speaking the last few words to put all of the puzzle together for you. “What they used to be made of in the past?”
You gawked at him.
“…” The breath got caught in your throat. “Silver. They… They used to be made of silver.”
“Voila.” Baekhyun spread his arms, as if presenting himself to you. “And before you try to think of all the possible creatures that have silver allergy written into their lore, just know I’m not the only one you had a chance to meet tonight.”
You recalled the stranger you met at the bar, Baekhyun’s friend whose words had spiked your curiosity the moment they echoed in the dark street.
I won’t bite you, I promise.
What if someone bites her when she’s alone?”
His eyes sparkled as he watched all the small bits come together in your head. Slow enlightenment displayed within your facial expressions with hundreds of subtle emotions, and piece by piece, the deduction snowballed, becoming more and more apparent, bared for him to drink the sadistic satisfaction from.
That was when you recalled his own words.
A good snack is a good snack regardless of the time.
“You… were going to bite me?” you finally uttered, voice breaking with every syllable.
He let his arms fall to his sides, smile softening, head tilted slightly backwards – your eyes spotted his fangs, sharper and whiter than human teeth, exposed by him for you to admire.
“If you tell me to leave now, I’ll leave” he repeated, but his tone made it clear that he already knew you weren’t going to do that.
In fact, even you knew from a while ago that your curiosity was too strong to let him off the hook – you felt like you caught a sort of urban legend, and you’d hate yourself for letting him flee without getting a hold of all his secrets.
Ultimately, though, it was the sensation of getting preyed on by him that – you realized – lit a fire inside of your body, and made your insides burn with want.
“Stay, please” you uttered in a small voice, as if too shy to request something this impure. “I want to know… more” you whispered, convincing yourself to look back at him. Your eyes fell on his fangs again, so unnaturally sharp despite not appearing that much longer than in a human. You recalled when he kissed your thigh earlier, and shivered, realizing how close it was, how easily he could have…
“You’re thinking too much” he suddenly interrupted, noting that you were so endorsed in the chaotic train of thoughts that you were just hyping yourself into anxiety at this point.
He lifted his hand towards your face, slowly and carefully, as if to test the waters. You weren’t sure if you should let him. Maybe, in some twisted way, it would be easier if he didn’t ask – if he just grabbed you and forcefully bit into your neck, so you could experience that mysterious sensation of falling a prey to possibly the only creature on the earth that could realistically impose threat to the mankind. You felt a nervous, but exciting sensation in your gut.
You didn’t even manage to react before his fingers gently brushed your cheek. You were already a goner, leaning into his hand on instinct. The fear became thrill instead.
“Here you go, good girl” he whispered with content.
Not waiting any further, he leaned down and buried his face in the crook of your neck. You let out a small whimper when his lips touched your heated up skin. You felt his fangs graze the sensitive surface, but no pain followed, only the sweet feeling of a chaste, open-mouthed kiss.
“Oh…”
He kissed slowly down your cleavage, hands running down your silhouette along with his lips. He breathed into the space where the hem of your dress ended, not daring to go further. You were still stunned, still too shaken to invite him in, but you didn’t oppose even one bit when he put his hands below your thighs and lifted you up, your arms automatically anchoring around his neck.
He was so gentle with you when he carried you over to your bed and placed you down on your back with utmost care. The bed sheets were cold below your body, your dress doing close to nothing to soothe the sudden sensation. But Baekhyun’s – against what you would think – was impossibly warm against yours when he hovered above you for a few moments, your legs wrapped around his waist just a bit longer. He placed another kiss on your cheek.
“May I?” you whispered.
“Hm?”
“Kiss your lips.” You cupped his face with your hands. “May I?”
“Go ahead.”
It seemed like he did it on purpose, not leaning in to make it any easier for you, and you had to strain yourself to reach him. Your lips touched, the sensation – absolutely breathtaking. His fingers gently wrapped around your neck, pushing you down into the mattress, but following the motion with his own mouth, deepening the kiss with a sense of roughness, overpowering you in a way. He nibbled at your lower lip, letting you feel the sharp edge of his fangs.
“Will you bite me?
“I think I will.”
“Why haven’t you yet?”
He broke the kiss and smirked down at you.
“Are you impatient?”
“Do you want me to beg for it?” you uttered, trying to sound irritated, although at heart knowing that you were close to doing so anyway. You were, in fact, impatient.
“Maybe later. Will you?”
“I…”
He didn’t let you finish, his grip on your thighs suddenly strengthening and you yelped, feeling his nails dig hard into your flesh. Your breath instantly quickened, sensation quickly becoming unbearable.
Taking all the time in the world, he finally released the hold, stroking your abused skin in comfort instead.
“Easy, love. See? It’s just my fingers. You wouldn’t take my fangs just yet.”
He knelt back between your legs. Your dress’ lower hem was almost at your underwear from being carried by him earlier, and Baekhyun’s hands traced up your bare thighs, once again taking note of any sign of discomfort or displeasure.
You felt nervous, more than ever. Not only because you weren’t used to such casual endeavors. Something in you felt stressed about disappointing such a superior creature, still feeling like it’s a one-in-the-lifetime chance that you got.
Baekhyun seemed to sense your worry perfectly, and he leaned down to ground you with a kiss to your knee.
“You’re beautiful” he spoke with no ounce of hesitation or doubt. “And you smell delicious” he added. Such a peculiar thing to hear, you thought, yet your face heated up, as if the second compliment was much more meaningful than the first. “May I… taste you down here?” His hand slid down your inner thigh, stopping at your dress.
You opened your mouth, but, quickly realizing your voice won’t align with your intentions, you instead nodded – a bit too eagerly, involuntarily holding your breath.
He took all the time in the world, allowing you to get accustomed to his touch as he slowly lifted your dress, finally displaying your underwear, at which you let out a small, shy whimper. He pushed the fabric even higher, and you took the hint to sit up and take it off fully, now left in nothing but a black lingerie – a set you almost only wore to parties when you wanted to feel especially well put-together, and now you silently thanked yourself for this habit.
He now moved up and kissed the skin between your breasts, smoothly tracing his lips down to your stomach and stopping briefly above the hem of your panties, fingers hooking around the edge. With one last glance at your burning up face, Baekhyun slowly pulled your underwear down, taking his sweet time and enjoying the way you only squirmed quietly, held right at the edge of sanity with such a simple interaction.
“Breathe” he reminded you, discarding the fabric to the side, his own exhale hitting your private parts, now exposed for him to see.
He placed yet another comforting kiss on your mound.
“You’re okay, you’re safe” he whispered.
Although his words comforted you, he didn’t wait for you to calm down; quite the opposite, in fact, when he finally put his mouth around your pearl, overwhelming you with just the proximity. His eyes were fixated on yours in a predator-like way, drinking in your reactions and gaining sadistic pleasure from the way you could no longer control your body.
The room filled with wet noises that mixed with your own voice. Your moans slowly became more and more obscene as Baekhyun’s mouth worked shamelessly around your private parts with care, yet ease, as if he knew all bits of your body and didn’t even need to think twice, getting all the sensations, all the pressure, all the pace – perfectly right, pulling you further and further into the immense pleasure.
You were ready to relax and fall deep into the sensations, when he suddenly dug his nails into your thighs again, forcing you awake.
You yelped and tried to squirm away, but his hold only strengthened. Your breath hitched when you took the cue to stay still until the grasp once again dissipated.
“Don’t you feel too good?” he mocked. You glanced back at him – his eyes were shining red, face darker than just moments ago, threatening.
“B-Baekhyun…”
Should you feel scared at that moment? Should you understand that this man was a monster? Maybe. But it felt just too good to be in his hands, to be toyed with and hurt so sweetly. It was like a reward to know that out of all people, he chose you as his prey. There was some primal pleasure in being this little, naive girl that fell right into his trap, that allowed him to sweet-talk her into giving up her will of survival.
In a surge of confidence, you put your hand on top of his head, pushing him to resume what he was doing so well just moments ago. Baekhyun didn’t object, only letting out an amused huff when his lips wrapped around your clit once again, sucking on it gently and letting you once again melt in the sweet sensation. Your fingers clutched his hair, letting you release some of the tension, and when he hummed into your skin, you held it so tightly you for a second worried about causing him pain.
But he didn’t say a word and you quickly realized, it must have not bothered him in the slightest. His eyes slipped closed, now fully fixated on devouring you, hands holding your hips down to prevent you from squirming, hold just a bit too strong, just to cause you the slightest amount of pain, just to remind you what he was capable of.
Your whole body trembled, approaching the sweet release. Baekhyun’s mouth was relentless, and he read your reactions perfectly, his pace and movements perfectly designed to drive you insane.
With your thighs pressing together, you clutched his hair even harder. You were starting to convulse, letting out incoherent whimpers. Baekhyun’s fingers, dug into your thighs so strong you wouldn’t be surprised if they drew blood, no longer hurt – it was all mixing together, the proximity of his existence alone already overwhelming your senses, but the passion, the warmth, the textures, the sounds – it all sucked you in further and further, riding you off any remains of sanity that you may have had left.
Suddenly, right as you were about to reach the peak, everything stopped for less than a second; a void so sudden you didn’t even manage to register it.
And then, like a thunder through your body, Baekhyun’s fangs pierced the soft skin around your clit. He sucked hard on both your blood and your pearl, and you instantly came undone, crying out in pleasure and agony.
Your vision went white for what felt like ages and you felt like you were floating in the outer space; for those heavenly moments, you were not even sure if you’re still alive, but your thoughts mingled and dissipated too fast to formulate a coherent sentence. Whether Baekhyun was still there or not, you would not be able to tell; your mind was blank, and he could as well have left you moments ago – except the pain that was slowly starting to materialize again was an excellent proof that he was still present, and when your body finally came down from its high, you managed to register him down there, still between your thighs, with his arms wrapped around them in an almost loving-like manner.
You had absolutely no idea when did he bit into your thigh instead, letting your most fragile bits calm down from the overstimulation, but it looked like he was so endorsed in tasting your sweet blood that it took you a few long moments before he finally acknowledged you’re watching him. Your lower body was limp, small shivers running here and there, but any pain no longer present, your flesh too worn out to take note of it.
Sensing your gaze, Baekhyun slowly pulled his fangs out of your skin, carefully as to not damage it further, and then sent you a smug, bloody smile, hand caressing your hip.
“Welcome back” he spoke. “Took you a while.”
You tried to push yourself into the sitting position, but even your arms wouldn’t listen, and you fell back down in exhaustion.
Maybe it was merciful of him to climb up and hover above you, letting you look at his full figure even when you could no longer move to watch him yourself. A drop of your blood slipped from the corner of his lip, landing on your own. You curiously reached to it with your tongue, and Baekhyun didn’t wait a second, pressing his lips into your own, taking that sweet droplet back but giving you a taste of the metallic flavor in its full glory. A short, but rough nib to your lip made you let out a small, helpless whimper, tears emerging in the corners of your eyes – with the amount of overstimulation, even that much was already too much, and you were so worn out, so weak, so overdone.
“Just a bit more, love.”
His lips once again found themselves on your neck, kissing so tenderly that you barely felt it.
The prickling pain that followed no longer caused you to recoil; your body was growing weak, too weak to handle it anymore. You were getting drained beyond the stage of quick recovery, and you could tell, there was nothing you could do at this point to stop it.
Just a bit more, just a few more sips.
“You taste so good.”
Biting into the top of your breast now, closer to your heart. You didn’t feel it anymore, only phantom sensations somewhere far away.
You were at the brink of unconsciousness when he finally pulled away. A bit carelessly, he knelt up and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, dark burgundy-shining eyes fixated on your fading ones.
Although you still had it in yourself to look back at him, the world around you was gradually collapsing, and it was only those burgundy eyes that kept you right above the surface, but so about to drown.
“My… I may have overdone it. Are you still there?”
He sounded marginally worried, as if coming across a small incident, and not a human life that was on the line.
You blinked and moved your fingers ever so slightly, just to let him know you’re still conscious, although barely.
The man smiled at that softly, clear relief washing over his face.
“Don’t worry, you’ll be okay. I’ll make sure of that.”
He reached to your cheek, patting it gently. It felt a bit grotesque; his skin was so warm as opposed to yours, chill from the lack of blood and paler than ever.
But his touch felt nice, and, although you knew that the slumber you’d fall into would not be natural and the next hours would possibly decide your fate, it felt like you were falling into a dream instead; you were growing addicted to his presence, and you could do nothing to stop it. You were a goner.
“I’ll make sure of that, because I cannot possibly waste a fine snack like you. It’s just the beginning, love. Better recover fast.”
Ahh, I'm actually proud of this one, hope you guys enjoyed reading as much as I enjoyed writing! Also don't hesitate to let me know your thoughts, and hopefully, more vampire content will be coming in the future!
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Baekhyun x Reader: three kisses.
Word count: 1 863
Genre: domestic fluff/romance
Author's note: Very happy to be releasing this request! I feel like my blog and mind have been lacking some sweet boyfriend Baek~❤️
The first one is in the early morning.
It is way too early as per your routine, but his starts along with the sunrise. He’s motivated and determined in his career, but he’s not a typical early bird. In fact, he suffers getting out of bed as much as you do by watching him. Your work starts a bit later. You’re hardworking too, but it’s him that disappears until late evening.
He glances at you to confirm you’re still asleep, and you don’t move, not betraying that he in fact just woke you up. Your eyes remain closed, but from the sound of sluggish, sleepy movements, you can tell that he’d rather not leave your side. He eventually has to.
You stay in your bed just a bit longer, until you smell the aroma of fresh pancakes coming from the kitchen.
Why is it always pancakes that make your heart flutter? You’d love him all the same if he made scrambled eggs or sandwiches instead. But the pancakes are different. Maybe because you know he doesn’t enjoy foods too sweet and you’re somewhat aware that he got used to making them for you. Maybe he doesn’t know he woke you up earlier, but he definitely plays this part to lure you out of the shared bedroom.
You come into the kitchen. It’s like in a cliché story – the man at the kitchen counter and his goddamn pancakes with whipped cream and blueberries. Except it’s Baekhyun, and his way of doing pancakes is not exactly like in the stories. He definitely doesn’t cook with nonchalant ease, the recipe is open on his smartphone that he already got some flour on, and, although every motion he makes is as precise as he can make it – he always does his best – there’s a pinch of chaos to his every action, that bit of milk that spills on the floor and he steps on it, or that bit of whipped cream that, despite all his best attempts, just doesn’t look right. And there’s a bug on one blueberry that almost makes him drop the whole bucket to the floor.
“I’m hungry” are your first words that he hears. You wrap arms around his torso from behind and rest your face on his back. He unfortunately has to move a lot to finish the pancakes, so the position is not as convenient as you’d like.
“Good morning to you too” he answers in a light tone. His hands work on spreading the dough on the hot pan, so you freeze behind him, not wanting him to get burned on accident. Such accidents happen way too often to the two of you.
“Are these for me?” you question nonchalantly, pointing at the pancakes already prepared.
“I need to leave soon, you’ll have the next batch, okay…?”
“I was just joking, I know. Sit down and eat, I’ll finish.”
He looks at you with uncertainty, as if he was afraid of disappointing you. He feels guilty for being selfish and taking the first batch, you guess.
You put hands on his cheeks and pull his face closer to yours, disregarding the morning breath. You press your lips into his and his facial muscles relax, comfortable again.
“You’re amazing, Hyun. Thank you for being here.”
The corners of his lips lift into a shy smile even despite morning grogginess still heaving at his features. You lead him to the table and put the pancakes in front of him.
The only thing he can think of is that the sweetness of your lips is one he couldn’t live without, even though it’s way sweeter than the pancakes.
The second one is throughout the day, although you wish it was material.
You just finished a video call that has drained all your strengths. Work is tough, and lately it’s even tougher. You’ll have to pull off some overtime soon, and your manager is struggling showing your team’s progress to the higher-ups, so it all falls on the team member’s shoulders. But that’s just a part of the work routine, you’ve been riding a high of extraordinary results for the past few months, and now is the time to humble down.
You left the call with fatigue wearing over you, realizing that there’s still a few painfully long hours until the shift ends. At least today you don’t have to stay too long.
Less than five minutes pass before your phone suddenly rings, and you get up from the table, excusing yourself into the office kitchen to pick it up.
“Hi, baby. How you doin’?”
“Take me hooooome” you let out a long whimper.
“Oh? Are you okay?” Baekhyun sounds concerned, but the dramatics in your tone, paradoxically, quickly calms him down. You wouldn’t sound like that if something serious happened.
You’d rant about your work later, you decided, for now all he needed to know was that you’re tired, you miss him, and you’d rather never leave his side again than keep being an independent, full-time employed woman. You spill all this information at him all at once, which makes him break into laughter, and you let out a long whine.
“Hyuuuuun!”
“Sorry, sorry” he tries to calm his voice down. “But you’re so cute when you’re dramatic.”
“Don’t call me dramatic!” you whine even louder. Someone passes by you, shooting you a dirty glance. “I know I am, just don’t call me that” you add quietly.
“There, there. Let’s talk about it when we’re home, okay? I need to go back to the practice, I was just on a break.”
You let out a sigh.
“Sorry for this. Yes, let’s talk later. Thank you for calling.”
“Don’t apologize. But you’re welcome. Miss you.”
“Miss you too.”
You hear a typical Baekhyun-ish “smooch” come from the phone, followed by someone’s teasing laughter in the background and Baekhyun’s “oh shut it” spoken a bit away from the mic. The call ends.
He may not have fixed any of your problems, but you feel much more at ease now, and all of sudden the work difficulties don’t seem so bad anymore.
The third one is in the late evening, when you two are finally back home again.
You’re already after shower and tucked into your bed, trying to relax with a book, although it’s not easy to focus after such an eventful day. You yearn for rest instead, and so the book rests in your hands but no pages go by. You’re more focused on your phone instead, mindlessly scrolling through social media.
But when you hear the apartment room open, your eyes snap up and you get up with newly acquired passion and energy.
He’s just as tired as you are, you can tell. He hangs his jacket by the door and you see how worn out his face is. But it lasts just moments before his eyes meet yours and his face immediately lights up.
“Baby!” is all he says with a wide smile when you wrap arms around his neck, pulling him into a hug that he reciprocates with his full strength.
“Oh, oh, you’re suffocating me” you choke out when his hold becomes a bit too much.
“Sorry, sorry” he says with his voice muffled by your own shoulder, but his hold doesn’t get much weaker. “I missed you. I had to stay late because we’re barely meeting deadlines lately. I’m sorry I didn’t pick you up.”
“That’s okay, I’m just happy you’re back. Let’s go to bed.”
“I need to shower, I…”
“Just come with me.”
The moment he releases you, you hold his hand and pull him to the bedroom, sitting him on the soft mattress. He doesn’t waste a second before laying down and melting into the sheets, suddenly deciding that maybe the idea of falling asleep right then and there isn’t so bad after all.
You lay down next to him and both of you stare at the ceiling above your heads. The light is dim, and through the window partly open, the evening breeze refreshes the air inside. Somewhere far below you hear noises of cars, driven by other people, probably on their ways to their own beloved ones as well.
Baekhyun’s hand brushes your pajama’s pants before finding your own. He intertwines his fingers with yours, lightly, the touch barely there, but the warmth present.
You hear him sigh, your breaths slowing down.
“I didn’t even take the shoes off” he finally notices, voice slightly whiny, but only as much as he can make it at this hour.
You breathe out a laughter when a small thought appears in the corner of your mind.
You push yourself off the mattress and his eyes follow you curiously when you get down on the floor in front of him. With delicate fingers, you take hold of one shoe and untie it, gently pulling it off his foot and placing on the floor. He lets out a pleased sigh when you do the same with the other. You finish the deed by giving his sock-clad feet a loving pat and then climb back onto the mattress.
“Thank you” he mumbles. “May I?”
Without waiting for your response, he takes your hands in his and brings to his lips. Although sluggish and sleepy, small kisses litter your fingers, palm, thumb, the surface, wrists…
“This is nice” you admit.
“You’ve worked hard, I want to treat you” he whispers into your skin.
“You don’t have to…”
“I want to.”
You’ve been laying on your side, facing him, but he takes his time pushing you on your back and rearranging pillows underneath your body. His movements are slow and sleepy, but patient and careful at the same time.
His lips trace up your arm, lingering here and there, breathing in the soft scent of your body and the shower gel you always use. His nose brushes your shoulder and you put your hand on top of his head, stroking it lightly in approval. Peck after peck, he warms up your neck as well, worshipping all small details of your anatomy.
Finally he slows down, lips pressing into your jaw, then chin.
He hovers above you, eyes finally meeting and the two of you staring at each other with adoration. He lets out a small chuckle.
“You love me so much” he states confidently.
You don’t find it in yourself to tease him back.
“I do. Do you love me too?”
His smile disappears, although the tenderness is still there.
“Why do you ask?”
“I just like hearing you say that.”
Baekhyun’s gaze softens and the smile returns to his face. You briefly think that if he was any less tired, he would tease you some more. In the end, though, the result would be just the same.
He leans down into your ear. You can’t see his face from this perspective, but his voice is clearer than ever.
“I. Love. You.” He separates each word, stretching the full sentence, keeping you on your toes until the whole thing sounds out. “More than the world.”
“I love you too” you answer instantly.
The evening ends with the last one of tonight’s kisses.
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mafia!Baekhyun x Reader: touch of reality.
Word count: 2 262
Date of release: 12th November 2023
Genre: dramatic fluff (is it a thing...?)
Warnings: mentions of blood & injury
Author's note: this is just about 2k of me indulging myself with fragile and vulnerable Baekhyun boy.
Ever since you met him for the first time, you had a feeling that there’s some area of his life that he won’t share with you easily.
It was a sort of threshold, something he wouldn’t allow to come out naturally, and as your relationship started to progress, there was always this sense of uncertainty, as if he was about to say something but bit his tongue every time he got close to letting it out. You couldn’t be upset about it – you wanted him to take his time with whatever he was going through. It must have been a part of his life long before you two came to be together, and you felt in no position to try and force it out of him.
At the beginning, you didn’t think it was anything serious. He would disappear for a few hours or days, most often completely unreachable, then come back to you and seek comfort in your embrace. But Baekhyun was a passionate and devoted lover, it didn’t feel out of ordinary. He must have just missed you.
But over the few months that you two have been together, you started sensing that there’s more to it. Random cuts in his clothes here and there, small bruises that he was trying to conceal, muscle or joint pains that he explained with tripping over his own feet or bending over too far. He had a small body that didn’t hold all that much strength, but he was by no means unathletic, and so you came to a conclusion that, unlike many less sporty people, it just didn’t make sense of him to get hurt this often.
You held the benefit of the doubt that he was simply unlucky.
Yet, the very moment you heard knocking to your door, you had an unsettling feeling in your stomach, a sense that opening this door wouldn’t bring any good news. It was late, too late for you to be normally awake, but you didn’t hesitate running to the door, recognizing the specific pattern of his knocking.
Baekhyun stood there, leaning into the doorframe, his silhouette too dark for you to make it out well. You turned on the light in your hall and he squinted, turning his head away from lamp.
That was then you saw it. The split lip. The tears in his clothes. The wet, tangled hair that held no shape anymore.
And the blood.
You couldn’t see it on the black jacket, and the dark stain running down his jeans wasn’t too clear in this light. But he had a white t-shirt underneath and the moment your eyes spotted a glimpse through the torn leather, the redness imprinted in your mind.
The first reaction was fear.
Freezing, overwhelming fear. No thoughts yet, no guesses or assumptions; just fear, undirected and somewhat irrational. It wasn’t that you could tell specifically, I fear of him getting hurt. Your thinking process didn’t get that far yet. It must have been just fear of coming across circumstances you were by no means ready for.
Baekhyun’s eyes widened, noting that he didn’t put enough care in concealing the injury, and must have not taken into the consideration the impact it would have on you to see it. If you thought about it at the moment, you’d find it ridiculous – he came to you with a wound, but you were the one that seemed to need comfort.
“Hey… hey.” His one hand was clutching his side, but he reached with the other and put it on your cheek. “I’m okay. I’m okay, [F/n], I’m here and I’m okay.”
You felt tears well up in your eyes, and the man caught your wrist and pulled you back into the apartment, closing the door behind and then leading you into the bathroom.
“Come here.”
He made you stand by the wall next to him as he leaned over the bathtub. He looked worn out and his movements were strained, but out of all the possible scenarios, he didn’t look that bad. Yet, you had this brief thought – what if he just makes one step and then faints in the middle of your hall? What would you do then? But it seemed that he does have things under control, and, at least for now, he decided to show you that you don’t have to worry too much.
“Just watch.”
Why didn’t he make you leave and do it himself when you were of no help, you didn’t know back then. At some point you realized, though, he wanted you to see his reality. That little, vulnerable part of himself that he didn’t let you on before, although painful to look at.
He pulled the jacket off himself and threw it in the bathtub. Droplets of water instantly started dissolving the blood caught on the fabric, and the pale pink liquid ran down the drain. Now you saw the full picture of his previously white shirt. It wasn’t just blood that it was stained with – there were different shades of dirt as well, some wet and some dry, and one running down his chest that made you sick in the stomach. Did he throw up earlier…?
But the bloody one was still the biggest, and you couldn’t get yourself to think about the other ones when the dark red covered half of his side. He stared at it for a moment in the mirror, and you stared as well.
“Will you tell me how it happened…?” you finally managed to utter.
The man turned his head to you, opening his mouth but not speaking for a moment, hesitating.
“No… Not yet” he finally decided. “I will, but not yet.”
“I can’t help you if I don’t know what’s going on” you stated, trying to prevent your voice from trembling – fruitlessly.
“Hey.” He straightened himself a bit, turning to you fully now. “I don’t need your help. I mean…” He rubbed his face, trying to get his thoughts straight. “Don’t misunderstand me. I come to you every time because I need you. Because I feel much better when you’re around. But this…” He pointed vaguely at where the injury must have been. “This is not something I cannot handle on my own. I know the risks. I’ve been in this for years.”
“I don’t even know how much I should worry!” you spoke, a bit louder than you’d like and he winced. You turned your voice down. “Like, it can be anything now, I’m now more than sure it’s something illegal, so I get it, you can’t say too much. I know now that I will spend the times you’re away worrying for your life. But I want to at least know you know what can happen if…”
“I know. Of course I know. You’re overthinking now. Hey.”
He leaned down and rested his forehead against yours. A tired sigh followed.
“I know. And I know it’s going to hurt you to know as much as you do now. I’m sorry. I gave you things to worry about. But it’s not that bad usually, I promise.” His eyes slipped closed for a few moments, and you only felt his warm, calm breath on your face. “I just really needed you to know. I don’t want to hide from you when bad things happen. I know you don’t want that either.” He smiled mischievously. “You love me too much.”
You let out a huff. The lightness in his tone served to bring some peace into your heart.
He finally decided it’s been enough and he got to taking his clothes off again. You wondered if you could help, but he seemed to handle it with sufficient patience. He pulled off his shirt and dumped it on top of the jacket. You held your breath, preparing to see the worst.
But there was no worst. There was a bandage that covered his chest; now you saw clearly, the wound must have been right below his rib. But it was already all wrapped up, with slight redness on top of the fabric that must have transferred from the shirt rather than come from the wound bleeding again. You let out a long sigh of relief.
“Who patched you up?”
“A friend” he explained. “I told you, we know what we’re doing. He’s a paramedic, don’t worry.”
The bandage was a bit dirty and there were remains of blood here and there on his skin, but it instantly looked better when you realized he’s not in immediate danger anymore. Even though a small part of you wished you’d know exactly what the injury was.
“Could you, um…” He fidgeted awkwardly. “My pajamas?”
You felt yourself come alive at the thought that there’s at least this one thing you can do.
“On my way!”
By the time you were back in the bathroom – with a neatly folded set of pajamas that he kept at your place – he had stripped himself down to his underwear and even managed to clean himself up a bit. Dirty clothes laid in the bathtub now and you suspected they would need to be disposed of, rather than just cleaned, but you didn’t have it in yourself to worry about it at the moment.
Neither did Baekhyun, leaning heavily against the washing machine in the corner when you approached him with the clothes.
“Thanks” he mumbled, but you could tell, he’s far more worn out than he appeared earlier.
“Are you sure you don’t need help…?” you pressed carefully.
He didn’t say a word, and so you decided to take matters in your own hands.
Unfolding the pajamas, you started putting the shirt on him. The man didn’t oppose, not even when you took it upon yourself to carefully button it up, making sure to not accidentally brush against the injury, fearful of causing him any more pain. He let you help him with the pants as well, realizing that if he’s to bend down in this state, he could actually end up injuring himself further. The adrenaline was running out, and exhaustion was seeping in. He had to finally admit to himself that it’s been enough of acting all strong and invincible.
Baekhyun’s eyes were soft and tired when he allowed you to lead him to your bedroom, and you placed quiet steps on the floor of your small apartment, not wanting to disturb his senses with any noise. Sitting him down on your bed, you started arranging pillows and blankets around, wanting to prepare everything for him as well as you could.
The man observed you drowsily. In a bit different circumstances, he would tell you not to make any more effort, that it was not necessary and you should just lie down and not worry. But there was this special kind of vulnerability that he was displaying right now, letting you pamper him and cater to his needs.
He was all putty in your hands when you gently pushed him down onto the pillow, fingers brushing his cheek and lip, like feathers, barely there to not disturb any of his bruises. He was melting, almost falling asleep the moment he could finally relax, but he convinced himself to stay awake just a bit longer, extending his hand towards you to invite you into his embrace.
You laid down slowly, wary of making any rough movements that could cause him the slightest pain. But Baekhyun didn’t look like anything could bother him at this moment, his arms instantly wrapping around you in this almost primal, basic need for closeness and comfort of the trusted one.
“Don’t leave” he mumbled, voice partially muffled by your sleeve when he buried his face in your shoulder, appearing almost desperate.
“I’m not going anywhere” you replied, a shade of confusion in your voice.
“No, like…” He let out a deep sigh. “Like, I’m a fool. But I need you…”
You already opened your mouth, ready to soothe his apparent worry.
But his hold on you loosened, his breath slowed down. Eyes slipped closed, muscle giving up completely. Warm exhales brushing your neck where his head rested, and a thin trail of saliva already starting to run from the corner of his lip.
Careful not to wake him up – although you didn’t think it was possible – you pulled on the nearby duvet, covering the two of you in a warm, safe cocoon.
He wouldn’t hear you anymore, and so you didn’t say anything. You suspected that once the morning came, you wouldn’t even remember what you were going to tell him.
But there was one thing you wouldn’t forget, and that was that in his most vulnerable and weakest moments, he didn’t hesitate coming to you and letting you take care of him, no matter how limited and marginal your role was.
You accepted that he was still hiding things, and that his daily life was not something for you to hear about just yet. But as long as at the end of the day he would come to you, and you would be able to keep him safe from the outside world, that was okay.
And maybe one day, you would be able to pull him out of this world and encourage him to enter yours, brighter and safer, although maybe not as eventful. Maybe he wouldn’t enjoy it, or maybe he would accept it and embrace it.
But now all that mattered was that he’s there, next to you, and that you could give him as much of yourself as he could only need.
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bloodline. - ch. 2/5: anathema.
Story info:
Pair: Byun Baekhyun x Reader
Rating: +16 for mentions of violence, death, chronic illness, kidnapping
Genre: mafia!AU, angst, action
Chapter info:
Release date: 21st October 2023
Word count: 4 402
Warnings: mentions of death & violence
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Previous Chapter
There were different ways in which this situation could possibly end. During the hours spent traveling through the forest, Baekhyun was certain he thought over the most possible ones.
It didn’t mean, however, that he could find solutions to those that weren’t too optimistic. If the weather got any worse and they lost all their strengths, he maybe could have called someone, but what if that someone betrayed him? With what happened that day, he didn’t feel like he had anyone left to trust. Should he kill the person he was traveling with to provide himself with their warmth and clothes? Or should he be the one to, like a gentleman, die to give them the opportunity to find safety? From the objective point of view, he realized, he was more likely to survive in the weather, with his body obviously stronger.
Yet, he didn’t find himself able to make the choice anyway. He was fully aware that neither him, or you, would be able to kill the other person, and neither would he be able to end his own life.
And so he spent the hours pondering on different scenarios, growing aware, however, that his influence on the outcome of your situation was marginal.
With all of the above considered, your family being the ones to find the two of you first did not surprise him. With the tragedy that fell upon his own, he doubted anyone would be looking for him this soon. The one that attacked them, on the other hand, probably wouldn’t assume that he managed to escape the burning building, for as long as they didn’t rummage through it to see who was left inside, which would require the fire to be put out first.
In the meantime, your family must have been currently in pursuit anyway.
And he knew, he very well knew, what it meant, when the door of the black car opened and your father stepped out, a man whom he hated with his whole existence, far more than he ever hated you, even despite your origins.
If only he was in a better state, he would risk running for it; the forest was thick, the snow was everywhere. But he was too tired, too exhausted, freezing. The longer he thought about it, the more he realized how useless would that be; he could be tracked so easily in the snow, and the sun was shining so bright that he wouldn’t be able to hide. His only hope would be that your family wouldn’t care enough and just leave him there, and then maybe, just maybe, he would find a way to the town, and survive.
But, with the events prior, with how his family put a hand on your bloodline, he had no doubt that letting him go would require a special kind of mercy that your father was not known for.
Maybe, just maybe, if he had any kind of weapon, he would take you hostage, put you in between him and your father and trade his life for yours. He felt so awfully weak and helpless though, and when you walked toward your family, finally finding your safety, he knew he’s left alone.
Yet, he hid the emotions behind a mask of indifference, glaring straight into your father’s eyes as if it didn’t bother him at all, and as if the nearest moments wouldn’t decide his fate.
He didn’t have the guts to look after you when you disappeared behind your brother. It was only when you were far away, that your father nodded at the driver, and the man disappeared in the car for a few seconds.
“Your family has finally gotten what they deserved for their unloyalty, or so I’ve heard” he spoke. The driver came out of the car, handing your father a black, polished handgun. Baekhyun refused to respond. “It was about the time you bow to those who you depend on.” His voice was ridden off emotions, tearing through remains of Baekhyun’s confidence. “I said, bow.”
With a movement lacking an ounce of hesitation, the man raised his hand and shot.
Pain shook Baekhyun’s body, originating in his ankle. The boy all but whimpered, falling to his knees. He didn’t want to pretend he had any strength left. The pain, although almost paralyzing, didn’t matter anymore; his body was too numb. He breathed heavily.
He saw the man lift the gun again, aware that the short conversation was already over.
But that was when he noticed you, pushing the door of the car open, in the corner of his vision.
That’s nice, he thought. You found it in himself to try and save him, after all that happened. But it didn’t matter, your father would not change his mind.
His thoughts started to slip away when another gunshot tore through the air. He thought for a second, was he dead? How come he didn’t feel it? Why did he not feel anything at all?
He heard a scream. And it was a masculine voice, yet, not his own…
He looked up. His eyes widened.
Your father was leaning against the car, fingers pressed into his bleeding arm. The gun fell out of his grasp and now laid discarded on the road. And to the side, stood yourself… with a gun as well. Your brother was already behind you, shock displayed on his face as much as on yours.
Did you… really? In any other circumstances, he would have laughed.
“Holy shit” your brother gawked, but only for a moment. He registered you freeze in shock for a few moments, and carefully pulled the gun out of your poor hands, noting they were starting to tremble, and then quickly hid the thing in the holster by his own belt. Your father’s loud cursing ripped through the air, making you flinch. You clenched your fists, forcing yourself to stay put.
And then ran.
To Baekhyun.
“Get up, quickly” you commanded weakly, your body shaking so much Baekhyun silently wondered how could you make a step without tripping over.
You helped him to his feet and then started pulling him toward your brother’s car. He didn’t say a word, still almost as shocked as you were, the thought of refusing the wordless offer not even crossing his mind.
Your father’s driver stared at the scene helplessly. Maybe you’d find it in yourself to be sorry for him, suspecting that your father will put part of the blame on the poor man, but it was the least of your worries at the moment. The truth was, he had no power to stop you even if he tried.
Besides, your brother already managed to get Baekhyun in the backseats.
The man fall onto the cushioned surface with a heavy thud. Chanyeol started the car, pulling you by your sleeve to stop you from staring behind and get in.
Tires screeched.
Still a bit stunned when he revved up the engine, the realization slowly sunk in. Increasing speed mirrored Chanyeol’s immense need to leave the entire scene far behind. He was only starting to grow aware that it could certainly not erase the eventual consequences of what just occurred.
In the backseats, Baekhyun laid almost motionlessly, eyes fixated on the silhouettes of people he not so long ago considered his sworn enemies.
“What the hell did you just do” he finally muttered, although not as firmly as he would like to. The warmth seeped through his body along with pain of his limbs un-freezing. His vision blurred.
“I… I don’t know” you admitted. You sounded as if you were crying, but your worn out body refused to shed tears. You managed to retrieve the first aid kit from underneath the seat, and tried to shakily wrap a band around his injured leg. “I-I panicked…”
“He’ll be fine” Chanyeol spoke, looking at the two in the mirror. “He honestly deserved it. Really. But he’ll be okay.”
“What do we do now…”
“I’ll get us somewhere safe until this all calms down.” Baekhyun could tell, he was forcing himself to stay strong for his dear sister. He somehow wished that he could be this strong, too.
“Chanyeol, I’m sorry, I dragged you into this…”
“Don’t apologize. I will keep you safe.”
They seemed to keep talking, but Baekhyun couldn’t care less. The warmth surrounding him was comforting, and he didn’t feel much pain anymore. Although the sensation of peace had to be short-living, he decided the best he can do is let himself succumb to it for the time being.
Besides, he didn’t remember the last time he felt this safe, as when your tender, cold fingers catered to his wound. He briefly thought that he could just stay like this.
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“Did you know what dad did?”
Your voice was rather quiet as you sat in the front seat, next to your brother who drove the car. There was a blanket wrapped around you, but you couldn’t fall asleep, glancing at the silhouette resting motionlessly in the backseat. Although you managed to get his temperature right and the bleeding wasn’t serious, you just worried. But his breath was steady and his face was calm whenever you looked back.
Chanyeol glanced at you. His brows furrowed in concern at your own state.
“Yeah. I found out when you were taken. That’s why… I wasn’t that surprised when you stood for this Byun. I had a feeling you’d also find out one way or another.” He let out a deep sigh. “I was worried for you, really, but being on his side feels just… disgusting. I don’t know, it’s our dad, but it just doesn’t feel like it.”
“Did it ever feel like it?” you muttered, bringing your knees to your chest and wrapping yourself tighter with the blanket. Maybe you were overthinking – maybe you were just looking for excuses, as if it was obvious for years that he was not the father you deserved. Anything to make it easier to justify what you’ve done. “What do we do now, Chanyeol? I just shot our dad. To save someone he wanted dead. He came all this way to save me and I shot him. My dad.” Your hands shook as you buried face in your knees, realizing that tears finally started running freely down your cheeks, and, after all you went through, the emotions simply took over.
“You hurt him to save someone’s life” Chanyeol corrected calmly. “You didn’t do anything irreparable, but he tried to. And he’s the one who made all of this happen. He’s the reason you were kidnapped. Looking for you was the least he should have done anyway” he huffed. His words sounded sensible even to you, and you felt that if you don’t believe him, you’ll lose your mind. “How did it happen, though? I’ve heard what happened at the Byuns, but actually, why did you go with him?”
You shrugged, but memories of the last evening, so irrelevant from where you were now, came back to you.
“I was locked in the mansion when the fire broke out… He got me out to run away.” You pondered on it for a few moments. “He… saved my life. He didn’t have to, it wasn’t even his responsibility. He could have gone to help other people, too, there for sure have been people to help, and his family was there… But he saved my life.” You sniffled.
“See? So you did the right thing by saving his.” Chanyeol reached his hand and ruffled your hair comfortingly.
“Chanyeol, what will we do now…”
He let out a sigh.
“I know some people” he announced calmly. “I hope you realize we’ll need to hide for some time if we don’t want this guy tracked. Best to stay away until it all calms down, anyway.” You nodded with understanding. “So, I have a spare car, since this one is probably easily trackable. And I have friends who will help us hide and take care of the guy. So, just trust me.”
That all sounded reasonable, but you frowned at his explanations, threads just not matching in your mind.
“Why do you have a spare car? And who are those… friends?”
Chanyeol glanced at you, raising his eyebrows as if the answer was obvious.
“You’re not the only one who’s trying to escape this farce.”
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You didn’t know how long you spent in the shower of a small apartment in the most rusty area you’ve ever seen. You were certain half of the buildings should have been demolished long years ago, and you would attract more attention by arriving here with the expensive, black car your brother owned, than you ended up doing by carrying a man with shot ankle. Fortunately, your brother’s “new” car was covered in more rust than actual paint.
Your body finally managed to warm up, but fatigue was taking over and you barely found it in yourself to get out from underneath the hot stream, drying yourself with a towel you were given and putting on some sweatpants and a big flannel shirt that belonged to the apartment’s owner. The clothes were cozy and dry, and that’s all you needed them to be.
You walked into the living room, sitting nearby the man who was carefully tending to Baekhyun’s wound. You found out his name was Yixing, and he was Chanyeol’s old friend. As for a medic, his apartment wasn’t too fancy, although certainly clean and well-organized. You suspected he may have been an illegal immigrant, and you wouldn’t be surprised if the case was similar for many other inhabitants of the suspicious district.
“Will he be okay?” you asked unsurely. Baekhyun’s eyes were half-open, and he seemed to be conscious again, but certainly in no shape to answer or join the conversation. Chanyeol took off most of his wet clothes, and the man still shivered slightly, even despite blankets wrapped around him and a heating pad at his feet.
Yixing glanced at you.
“Surprisingly, yes” he announced calmly. “This” he pointed at the injury “is nothing big. The frostbite would be a bigger problem, but it miraculously doesn’t seem like he’ll be losing toes anytime soon. Lucky of him. But it will take some time before he can walk. For both reasons.”
You nodded, relieved. You closed your eyes for just a brief second and it somehow led to almost falling off the stool. Yixing eyed you cautiously with a small, polite smile appearing when you looked back.
“You should rest. I’ll need to check on you, too, but it needs to wait. My bedroom is on the left. Sorry, I didn’t have the time to change the bedsheets, but feel free to sleep there. Don’t worry about anything. He’s in good hands.”
You couldn’t express the gratitude you were feeling at the moment. No matter how suspicious this area felt, you were already certain that Yixing was a real angel living there. You thought of all the things you would do to return the kindness, but your mind started dozing off, and as soon as you arrived in the small bedroom and laid down on the bed, wrapping the duvet around yourself, everything became irrelevant and the comforting darkness swallowed you fully.
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Chanyeol stood in the grocery store, in front of the rice aisle, staring at the boxes in front of him with thoughtful consideration, whether “premium rice” was any better than “rice”, considering that they both costed almost the same. He felt like a child; all his life, there was always someone to do grocery for him, to cook for him, and at some point he discovered that he never really considered how those simple daily tasks are relevant to survival.
He stared at the grocery list, written messily by Yixing and left for him to tend to. But how could he know which type of rice will be good? He knew of different types of it, obviously, but the list literally just said “rice”. With time, it got to him how much about real life he will have to learn if he decides to leave the comfort of his house and wealth.
He left the store with a huge stack of everything that he thought Yixing could need, either now or in the future, trying as well as he could to return the favor that his friend was doing for him and others right now.
The snow was falling in thick clusters, and wind had picked up, the weather becoming way worse than the day before, and he could only imagine how bad would it be, was his sister and their new acquaintance to stay in it for hours. In the old, rusty car, the heating somehow worked, but it took quite a while to warm up the space around him as he sat behind the wheel. His black car, now left behind for anyone to find, had the ability to warm up almost instantly.
He was about to start driving, when his phone rung and he glanced at the device, considering for a short moment, whether it’s something he should answer. But he put the phone by his ear.
“Chanyeol? Are you okay?!”
“…Mom.”
His voice broke when the caller’s identity became known. He felt his hands tremble when he turned the car’s engine back off.
“Are you and [F/n] okay? I’ve heard Byuns took you two hostage…!”
Chanyeol furrowed his eyebrows.
“Who told you that?”
“Your father, obviously…”
The woman’s voice was clearly tense, but he had an impression that more than an expression of care about your wellbeing, she demanded explanations. He needed to admit that both of your parents were quite similar in their nature; business like theirs couldn’t leave people unimpacted, and at this point, he learned not to expect too much.
“It’s not true. I shot him” Chanyeol announced, as if it was the most obvious thing. It was almost not a lie; he was the one who gave you his own gun. Upon your request, of course, but it was his choice to help you.
“You didn’t” she stated sternly. The man kept quiet for a few moments, taken aback by the answer. “The kid of Byuns’ took your gun, overpowered you and your sister. Everybody knows that.”
Her voice pressured him, and he finally got the hint; all sins could be forgiven, it said. No one needed to know what happened. Her children wouldn’t put a stain on her family’s name. That’s what it meant.
“No” he finally spoke and his voice broke once again. “That’s not what happened. What happened, is that our father tried to kill someone innocent just because that person belonged to the family he doesn’t get along with. And we just couldn’t look at it.” He felt his anger grow and he dug his fingers into the car’s steering wheel. “The truth is, he’s a ruthless murderer who doesn’t care about his family, and only about his image. And that your bloodline will die off, because you will be all left alone” he snarled.
There was a silence on the other side for quite a while, and neither of them decided to soothe it. His mother’s breath was calmer than he expected it to be. His own breaths came out ragged, yet not even an ounce of him wanted to take his words back.
“Are you certain of what you just said, Park Chanyeol?”
The weight of the situation fell onto him, but there was still nothing that would convince him otherwise; maybe just fear, crawling in him, the fear of being the one left alone in the end, of losing what he got so used to in his life. The wealth, the opportunities, the endless security that his family could provide – there would none of these be left for him. Or for you.
“I’ve never been more certain” he confirmed, his voice finally calm.
“Then don’t call yourself a Park anymore. From now on, you’re on your own. From now on, none of us will help you, care for you, shield you, because you’re not the heir of Parks. Go and live the life you chose. Wish you all the best.”
The line went dead.
He sat in his car, observing the snow fall down and gather on the hood. It would melt easily as the car was still heated up, but Chanyeol felt the stillness surround him, as if he would just bury himself in the snowflakes if given enough time.
But the stillness couldn’t last forever; not yet, not now. He still held the phone in his hand and he knew he needs to act. It was just a matter of time before his family-owned bank account would be suspended. He would be a fool if he didn’t expect that to eventually happen, so he spent the last years gradually transferring money to another account that he owned without his parents’ knowledge. Never too high amounts, knowing that there were no questions he could answer.
Now was the time to see if his efforts paid off.
There was one thing that pumped his adrenaline high, bringing him back to life after the fears and terrors of the past days. Because for the first time in his life, he felt like he was in charge of what was happening; no longer a puppet to his family’s politics, but someone who planned ahead further than his relatives did, and therefore, capable of adjusting to the situation at hand before they could make their steps known.
So, for all he had, with the banking app in his phone, he transferred all that he could without exceeding the imposed limits. That should be enough, right? He could go on with his life. His pride told him, that maybe using his parents’ money after what he’d done was not the right thing to do. But then, he realized, they had no remorse before using his whole life, his emotions, for their business. So maybe there was nothing wrong in taking what they owed him.
And, he promised himself, it would not be the last thing he would take.
Sending a single message with his phone, he turned it off, took out the battery and opened the car’s window, launching the device into the nearby trashcan.
He may have not had anything to do with his family now, but it didn’t mean he had no interests left with them. He had no doubts that the phone could be tracked, and he couldn’t have that.
He arrived back at Yixing’s flat about twenty minutes later, with his arms full of heavy bags and a wide, excited smile on his face that he just couldn’t wipe off.
Yixing was in the kitchen cooking, and his eyes widened at the sight.
“Oh, that’s… more than I asked” he muttered shyly.
“Don’t mind it” Chanyeol shrugged. “I’m trying to repay you for all… that. And, besides, I’ll need to ask you to let us stay over for a few days. I already messaged Junmyeon, but I had to throw out my phone, so he’ll probably text you instead” he spoke while placing down all the bags and starting to cautiously put items in the spots of the small kitchen that he found appropriate. Yixing observed him a bit awkwardly, clearly taken aback by the display of kindness.
“Don’t worry about it” he spoke after a moment. “But, if you don’t mind me asking, I understand that you want to stay with your sister from now on, but what about… you know… him?”
Chanyeol froze with a six-pack of milk in his hands.
“Honestly, I have no idea. You know.”
Yixing already heard some of the story, but Chanyeol trusted him like no one else.
“I really had no idea what would happen. When we found out that they’re together, I was confused too, but dad told me that he took her hostage and was probably planning to blackmail us. And I believed him. Heck, they kidnapped [F/n], of course I believed they’re bad.” He slowly put the six-pack in the fridge, although it would barely fit on the shelf. He only hoped there’s enough space for other things as well. “But then when we got her back, I took her to the car, and she just… When she realized our dad’s going to kill him, she looked completely broken. I mean, who knows, maybe it was Stockholm syndrome or something like that, but hey, they did spend the entire night in that forest, with that nasty weather, and somehow survived. If she didn’t want him dead, why would I? And besides…” Chanyeol hesitated. “It was just easy to believe they’re our enemies, but then I thought, like damn… He’s Baekhee’s brother. How could I let him die?”
“I might just get sentimental.”
They both turned their heads at the sound of a new voice.
Baekhyun stood in the kitchen’s entry, leaning against the doorframe and trying to put his weight on the uninjured leg, but his face was terribly pale and he looked like he could collapse any second.
“You can’t get up” Yixing protested right away, but it wasn’t him that Baekhyun’s eyes were fixated on. Chanyeol stared back, his face a bit tense, but it was as if some kind of mutual understanding started growing between the two. It was Baekhyun that broke the silence.
“Baekhee told me about you. She once sneaked out of family dinner to meet you. My parents were so mad” he spoke with a small smile appearing on his face. “I covered for her, though. You two are close, aren’t you?” Without waiting for Chanyeol to confirm, he continued. “You want to save her.”
“Don’t you, too?” Chanyeol asked. Although the answer was obvious, the question carried much more weight – it wasn’t meant to negate Baekhyun’s bond with his sister. In other words, it meant about the same, as: do you want to save her, together?
“We will save her” Baekhyun replied without an ounce of hesitation. “And we will all get out of here. All four of us. No more old money, no more of this cruel theater. Are you in, Park Chanyeol?”
Chanyeol couldn’t help but smirk a little, although he knew that the offer is fully serious.
“No longer a Park. But I’m in. Let’s do it.”
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Author’s note: Ahhhh this felt so good to finish up! I hope you enjoyed this chapter and still have the patience to wait for the next ones~!
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bloodline. - masterlist
Pair: Byun Baekhyun x Reader
Rating: +16 for mentions of violence, death, chronic illness, kidnapping
Genre: mafia!AU, angst, action
Abbreviations: [F/n] – First name; [L/n] – Last name
Chapter 1: Bloodline
Chapter 2: Anathema
Chapter 3: La Belle
Chapter 4: Areté
Chapter 5: Exodus
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Story info:
Pair: Byun Baekhyun x Reader
Rating: +16 for mentions of violence, death, chronic illness, kidnapping
Genre: mafia!AU, angst, action
Chapter info:
Release date: 26th August 2023
Word count: 4 012
Warnings: mentions of death & violence
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You sat in the bedroom of your brand-new residence. The bed was rather soft, with lots of pillows, and the room was pretty itself, although not so much in the style you’d normally choose, yet – simply pleasing to look at, with attention to detail that soothed your perfectionist senses. The sight outside – two or three stairs below, through the windows – should be beautiful, with snow-covered gardens and forests that spread for miles ahead, since the mansion was in the middle of nowhere, far from anyone’s curious eyes. However, even though the windows were also a part of the design, you were aware that they were made of tempered glass, and the handles were locked with a key.
In other words, you were a prisoner, and the clicking sound of the door lock clicking served to remind you of that very well.
The door finally opened, and you refused to look away from the window, sitting in the bed with your posture just a bit too proud as for your position.
It didn’t take long, however, before the curiosity took better of you and you glanced at the man at the doorstep. You felt as though you glaring daggers at him was the exact mirror of the daggers he glared at yourself. Although he remained stoic, there was visible hatred in his eyes that your own reciprocated.
“Come for the dinner, or would you rather starve?” His voice was so cold you felt chills go down your spine. There was nothing stopping him from letting you remain hungry, you realized, for as long as you stayed alive for the future purposes – whatever they could be.
“Thank you very much, I’ll eat at home soon” you talked back, going back to watching the outside as if you were fully confident in your words.
The man didn’t say anything, just let out a wordless huff and left, locking the door behind.
You exhaled shakily.
You didn’t really think you’d go back home any time soon. In fact, you were very certain that you would not, that no one would come save you, that you were doomed to die here, because the reason you were kidnapped was completely out of your power.
You didn’t choose the family you were born in. No one did. Through all your life, you had thought your bloodline was just smart and lucky to be this well-off. And, honestly, you didn’t want to know more. You didn’t feel all that close to your family members, you were planning to go your own way as soon as it was possible, because you expected that otherwise, at some point, someone would choose for you instead.
It was barely months ago that you started discovering that the possible wrongdoings of your ancestors that led to your family acquiring wealth was not something that was left behind centuries ago. Although the business of your family was far too developed and broad to resort to violence on daily basis, you knew that inflicting harm in one way or another, as to acquire wealth even greater, would be something that you would need to get used to, were you to stay there.
So you decided to leave, slipping out from underneath the umbrella of the powerful custody, safety measures and bodyguards. You never considered them necessary, anyway.
And how wrong you were to think that someone wouldn’t take advantage of that.
The Byun family was not unfamiliar to you. Ever since you were a child, you attended those grand parties, where everyone behaved as if everything was good and innocent, and where you actually believed no one had ill intentions. Yet, from the perspective of current events, looking back to those parties, you realized how well written farces they were. Behind every smile and politeness, stood the will to acquire someone’s sympathy. Behind every small handshake, laid a promise of future cooperation. You never would have thought there would be this level of hostility between families.
Knowing your own, you suspected that it was them who unlawfully extended their influences beyond unspoken rules of diplomacy. You were just guessing, basing on Byuns’ attitude towards you – in their eyes, you were liars, untrustworthy and disgusting.
But were they any better? Would they not take chances if the prize was precious? You were almost certain that they still would. So you stood for yourself and refused to acknowledge it as your own fault; you were merely a pawn, not a decision-maker, someone who only tried to escape this reality anyway. Choosing you to pay for your family’s wrongdoings was unforgivable.
You didn’t know details; you had no idea what was it, that made Byuns this angry. But Baekhyun’s hatred towards you said it all. You refused to give him the satisfaction of seeing you all humble and defeated.
It was getting dark and you laid in the queen-size bed of yours, listening to the sounds outside out of pure curiosity. The mansion was really big with not so many people in it, so you didn’t hear many pass by your room. But you heard some sounds coming from further areas – rarely ever would it be actual conversation, but sometimes, you’d hear steps, noises of metal hitting against metal (possibly from the kitchen?) and all the sounds of the pipes in the walls. After some hours, even the buzzling of electricity in the outlets became a thing. Your stomach was already grumbling from hunger, but you couldn’t say that it was uncomfortable. Heaters hung below the windows were always turned on, and were you to change your preference, the knob was there for you to adjust the temperature as well. It was the middle of winter, and as such, you didn’t mind the heater being on the highest setting.
You didn’t know what hour it was, but you were certain that you’d been woken up, with the darkness all around you and no light coming from the outside – not even from the garden lights, although you remembered the yard being well lighted the night before, when you sat by the window, watching different faces come and leave even at a late hour like this.
But now, there was nothing. You got up, your eyes slowly adjusting as you walked towards the door to your small bathroom, pressing your sleepy fingers into the light switch.
Nothing happened, though. You turned it on and off a few times – there was no light, not even a spark. You walked to the door of your room and tried to turn this light on as well – there was still nothing. Seemed like a total blackout, and explained the lack of lights outside. You let out a sigh, sitting back on your bed out of no better things to do.
You stared at the ceiling thoughtfully; your eyes made out the shape of a crystal chandelier.
A blackout seemed like such a simple accident, a silly occurrence. You wished your door or the windows were locked electronically, maybe it would give you an opportunity to slip out. But they weren’t – the locks were rather traditional, and you didn’t possess the skills of a burglar to break through them with a hairpin, would that opportunity even arise. Probably not – modern locks didn’t have the keyway wide enough for a hairpin to fit in.
You swore that you fell asleep again in the short time that you spent in bed, when a loud noise erupted somewhere downstairs, and the whole building shook, the crystal chandelier clinging above your head, making you shoot up on your bed, looking around cautiously.
Explosion? It did sound like one, or at least like you could imagine it, having not experienced it in your life before. Low rumble passed through the walls as a follow-up, and you jumped off the bed, running to the window.
Your breath got caught in your chest at the sight of fire somewhere below; the glow brightened up the garden around, but its source must have been inside of the building. You shuddered. You should leave; this was dangerous, you needed to leave, just for your own safety. But you were locked in here with no possible way out. There was still no single person in your sight.
Another sound of explosion tore through the mansion. The construction shook so hard that you stumbled, falling on your knees. How many more would come? You trembled. Getting to your feet, you ran to the entry door, putting on your boots in a rush and pulling on the doorknob – to no avail. The sound of fire eating at the mansion reached your ears, along with different sounds and even yells of people below. But you failed to hear any steps in the corridor.
“Let me out!” you screamed, realizing that you were the last thing anyone here would worry about. “Please, let me out!” You could only pray so that your voice would reach someone passing nearby.
You didn’t know how long you’d been banging your fists on the door, hands all red and bruised. It could have been just seconds, or minutes, but the fear only strengthened with the smoke that crept in through the vents, starting to fill your lungs.
It was when tears started to run down your cheeks, that the lock suddenly let go and the door opened.
You wrapped arms around yourself, shaking fearfully. The face that appeared was familiar – but the familiarity didn’t bring any comfort. Byun Baekhyun’s face was unreadable and covered with sweat.
He stared at you for less than seconds, before grabbing your arm and pulling you out of the room without a word.
Where he was taking you? Different thoughts passed through your head. What if it was your family that caused the fire, wishing to wipe Byuns off the earth, angry from having their family member endangered? Would he want to trade you for the family’s safety then? You didn’t mind that, at all. You just wanted a way out.
The corridors were dark from smoke, but the fire danced on the lowest floors only. You were dragged to the emergency exit instead, at the back of the mansion, with metal stairs that led safely to the ground. From the heated up building, you went out straight into the winter, the sudden change of temperature making your head spin. Or maybe it was just the smoke…?
You followed Baekhyun down. But, to your surprise, instead of taking you towards the main gate – where someone else should certainly be – he pulled you towards the gardens and the forest further ahead, his hold on your arm so tight that it was clear your obedience was not optional.
Your thoughts started to ease. Was it tiredness or trauma, that caused you to look at him closer instead of thinking of your own woe for a moment? But he was shaken up too, probably not thinking clearly either, so you took your chance and pushed him off to get out of his grasp. You should have ran straight to the main gate, you thought, but he didn’t waste a second before catching you by the back of your collar and pulling back to him.
“You don’t want to go there” he spat.
“But…”
“It’s not your family. Shut up and don’t be difficult.”
Could he be lying? Could he be trying to trick you into coming with him, then hurt you, maybe even kill you?
Listening to him must have been a bad idea.
But you had no clue what would happen if you didn’t; at the very least, the forest seemed less terrifying than the inferno behind.
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Everything was dark and cold. Your head was pounding, and you had no energy left as you tore through the deep snow that covered the ground. You had your winter boots on from when you’ve been brought to the mansion, but no jacket or coat, your sweater providing very little comfort when the snow started falling down, quickly covering your hair in a layer of white ice. You trembled, walking with your arms wrapped around you protectively. Baekhyun did the same, no longer bothering to keep you by his side. His blazer, thrown over his turtleneck sweater, seemed to provide a bit of warmth, but leather loafers appeared even less suitable for the weather than your sweater. There was no way not to walk through the snow, as there was no road, no path, nothing that the two of you could follow.
“Do you know where we’re going?” you decided to ask finally, growing too tired to keep up the pace.
Baekhyun let out a small huff.
“There’s a road if we go straight forward.”
“How far?”
He glared at you as if he was about to snarl at you again, but it seemed that he’s also too tired to do as much.
Soon, you stumbled upon a small cave engraved in a rock, not too deep as to potentially have a wild animal hiding in it, but sufficient for it to be dry and block off the snow.
Baekhyun didn’t think twice before walking into it and sitting on the cold ground, leaning his back against the wall. You followed the suit.
Out of the inside pocket of his jacket, he took out a phone; your eyes widened, realizing that he’d been keeping the device by himself all along. In how dark it was around you, the light of the screen blinded you for a few seconds. You shuffled to sit next to him, watching as he opened the maps app and GPS.
Looking at your current localization, you realized there’s literally nothing in the range of miles. It was just a plain, green area, with not even as much as a river, a mountain marked, or a road.
Baekhyun zoomed out and you started noticing some shapes; you had no idea what direction the mansion was in, but, basing on the arrow that showed above your location, it seemed that, just as he said, you were walking in the direction of a road that would eventually lead you to a town, and from there, you’d be able to find your city as well.
The issue was that, when he marked the route to the road, the app said clearly: three hours by feet. You breathed out shakily. There was no way you could walk for three more hours, not in this weather, not while this exhausted. You suspected that the time estimation didn’t consider the pace of two worn out young adults that had to tear through the snow to get there. It could as well take six hours to get there, and then, if there was no one to give you a ride, it would take even longer to get to the town. You were so, so doomed.
“Can’t you call someone?” you suggested. “To pick us up.”
Baekhyun rolled his eyes.
“Are you seeing any roads that anyone would drive through?”
“Then at least…”
“Calling someone would be a suicide now” the man huffed, turning off the phone to save the battery and hiding it back in the pocket. “We need to rest anyway. We’ll leave in an hour, so just… Do whatever.”
Not waiting for you to voice your thoughts, Baekhyun pulled his knees to his chest, leaning his side against the wall, with his back to you, making it clear that he was not interested in continuing this conversation.
But exhaustion was eating at you, too. Even if you stayed here for just an hour, you were still in trouble; what would happen once your bodies would lose the remaining warmth? You knew that once you take a nap, your body will stop caring about the temperature. You’ll stop shivering, you’ll… just freeze.
“Don’t sleep” you put hand on Baekhyun’s shoulder, realization coming all at once. “We can rest but don’t sleep.” You shook his shoulder. “Baekhyun, Byun Baekhyun!” You shook him more vigorously and he glanced at you weakly. “Don’t sleep! You can’t sleep.”
You should have held so much hate for that man, with all that happened, with how he’d been treating you. But you wouldn’t be able to live with yourself, if he just died here and you had to leave his body somewhere in this forest, maybe to never be found again. The perspective of being left alone terrified you.
He didn’t oppose when you leaned into his side, trying to preserve as much warmth as it was only possible, even though your bodies barely radiated any. He didn’t look at you, his eyes still half-closed and fixated on something far away, but the knowledge that he was awake was enough for you.
Even if you were to die here, to freeze to death, you’d rather have someone to die with. Even if he hated you, even if he would most likely stab you in the back if it was to save himself, you really just didn’t want to be alone.
You didn’t know how long had passed before he suddenly turned to face you. You realized you were slowly falling asleep yourself, but the motion managed to shake you awake. The snow outside finally stopped falling, but the stillness made you even sleepier. The world became so awfully quiet.
“Let’s talk” he said. “Or we’ll both fall asleep.”
You were surprised with him being the one to come up with the idea, but you were quick to follow.
“Who was there?” you asked. “If not my family, then what happened?”
Baekhyun was silent for a few moments, but you could tell he was just gathering thoughts.
“Just… another family. I don’t think they’re on good terms with yours, too.”
“Why did they attack?”
Baekhyun shrugged.
“I don’t know. I’m not interested in the business.”
A deep frown appeared on your face. You would have never thought that Baekhyun, out of all people, was not engaged in what they were doing. He may have not been the one to kidnap you, but he did guard you, and his hatred towards you was too deeply rooted to be over a matter irrelevant to him.
Reading the doubt on your face, Baekhyun huffed.
“I mean it, I’m leaving this hellhole at the first occasion I get.”
“Where will you go?”
“Wherever.”
He didn’t seem willing to continue this topic, so you didn’t pry. You weren’t sure what other question to ask. But he was faster.
“Where were you going?” You frowned, confused about the context of his question. “When you were heading to the airport. That’s where they got you, right? You didn’t have anyone with you. That was reckless of you.”
You pursed your lips.
“I was trying to leave, too. I got into an university, half of the country away. I didn’t want to stay in this… business… either” you elaborated carefully. “But my parents didn’t really enjoy the idea of their daughter attending a school that’s not half as prestigious as everyone else attended. So they didn’t really… know that I’m leaving.” You shrugged. “Or maybe they did. Maybe they just didn’t care.”
“Would you really be able to live with yourself, leaving all of this away after what your family has done?”
“That’s the fun part” you laughed dryly. “They never told me what they’re doing” you scoffed. “You seem to know much more about this stuff, but I really just… I have no idea how they wronged yours, either. I don’t even know if I want to know.”
Baekhyun stared at you with his face completely unreadable. You frowned slightly; you didn’t want to seem insensitive, but you felt as though you just came out as such.
“You… know” you spoke carefully, weighing each word. “That’s why you hate me so much. What was it?”
He pressed his lips together.
“You said you don’t want to know” he huffed.
“But now I think I should.”
He breathed in and then exhaled with a huff, finally looking away from you, right when you felt you could not take any more of that gaze.
“They kidnapped my sister.” Your eyes widened in shock, but you noticed he’s trying to elaborate, so you didn’t speak a word. “Our families had this idea, of marrying your brother with my sister to extend the influence. But another family was invited into the negotiations, and my family chose them instead. So your father got pissed, and decided to blackmail us into the marriage. By kidnapping her.” He gritted his teeth, clenching his fists on the fabric of his pants. “That bastard just…”
“I’m sorry” you finally uttered. “Damn. I’m so sorry…”
The sparks of anger in Baekhyun’s eyes suddenly ceased, and in their place, appeared sadness and regret. The more you pondered on what you just found out, the more you felt tears fill your eyes.
He nudged your chest.
“Don’t waste energy on crying” he commanded, his voice strong and all serious again, like it used to be. “We need to get going.”
But this time, when he pushed himself off the ground, his hand wasn’t there to force you along, but to help you instead.
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If it was only your stubbornness that kept you going after all this time, then you must have had quite a lot of it. You didn’t want to think of all the possible damage to your body that the cold had caused, but you worried for Baekhyun with his leather shoes way more. Fortunately, as the morning came not long later, and there was no snow falling on your heads anymore, it became just a little bit warmer, just a little bit less straining.
You managed to reach the road, and it seemed that cars used it regularly, with tracks clearly engraved in the snow.
You were certain that, with the use of Baekhyun’s phone, you would be able to get somewhere safely. Yet, about an hour of the walk had to pass before two black cars appeared, coming from behind you. The two of you stood cautiously on the side of the road as the vehicles stopped nearby, and you could swear one of them looked familiar.
The door opened and out came a man whose face you knew very well. Your eyes widened when he rounded the car and opened the passenger’s door.
That was when you came face to face with your own father, a man dressed in a suit and a thick coat that you really envied at the moment. Your eyes widened even more, but a smile appeared on your face unwittingly and you walked forward, not noticing Baekhyun’s face tensing as he stepped back instead.
“Are you okay?” the man spoke when you approached. The words were ridden off emotion, although some care was evident; your dad was never a man of heartfelt gestures. You nodded with a small smile, relief evident on your face.
“How did you find us…?” you asked.
“We tracked you with satellite some time ago. Get in the car, you need to warm up.”
You nodded. The other car opened and you let out a gasp at the sight of your brother.
“Chanyeol!” You would have ran to his side if not for your bones almost too cold to move at all. But he came out to see you instead, throwing his own, warmed up coat over your shoulders and leading you to the car of his own.
You turned around, glancing at the Baekhyun. His eyes were on your dad, his face tense, but unreadable.
And so your father’s gaze laid upon him, filled with condemn and clear hostility.
“Don’t worry, you’re okay now” Chanyeol said, pulling you towards the car despite your hesitation and making you sit inside. You tried to peek through the window, but he was quick to cover your sight with his body. “Don’t look, just warm up. You’re safe, they won’t hurt you anymore.”
You felt your heart drop at the meaning hidden behind his words; your body trembled.
“No… No, no.”
The echo of a gunshot tore through the forest.
Please, reblog if you enjoyed, it’ll help me a bunch!
Author’s note: It's such a relief to be back to writing! I'm going to make my posting schedule a bit more relaxed, so the next chapter may take about a month to post. In the meantime, I'll greatly appreciate your feedback, and have a great day!
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Imagine wolf!Baekhyun being a part of your environment - maybe you study at the same school or college, maybe he works at your office.
At some point, you notice there is something unnatural, something off about him.
So you start your small investigation, deciding to get to know him better, get more and more clues about him and his family.
But Baekhyun is not bothered; in fact, he's entertained, and he turns it into a little game, preparing some not-so-obvious clues for you to discover, ones that you wouldn't be able to get otherwise, because he sincerely enjoys your confusion mixed with excitement about getting closer and closer to the revelation.
Eventually, when you're just so, so close to finding out the truth, one day you casually spot him talking to some other office employees, people you're not too familiar with, and therefore know you cannot really join in on the conversation.
But he easily notices you as well, and mouths a silent, mocking "awoo" directly at you, followed by a smirk as he turns back to the conversation.
And all remaining pieces of the puzzle finally fall into place 🐺❤️
#vg: baekhyun#vg: personal#what do I even tag this as like a headcanon or smth?#sksk irrelevant#HE DOES LOOK ALMOST LIKE HE SAYS AN AWOO#it's probably a choo or something like that but yes#i'm in love <3
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wolf bbh and g (obsessed with the title for this letter being "good boy" lol just imagine calling wolf bbh that 🤣), t, and b? ily queen
Ahahaha I feel like he would be absolutely CUTEST PUPPY GOODEST BOY EVER
G - Good boy - What soothes them when they start to lose control?
When his wolf nature starts to take over, Baekhyun will start losing any humane bits even in his human form. So a good way to ground him back to reality is to treat him and comfort him like a human. If you display any fear of him, it will freak him out. But if you show affection and try to be close to him, he'll become vulnerable and putty in your hands. I believe the best way is to take control over the situation and guide him into his safe zone. Because the truth is, he's lost and doesn't know how to handle the situation - he will let you do anything if you show him that you know what to do.
T - Territory - Are they territorial? Be it in regard to the place they live in, or the people they associate with (friends, lover).
Baekhyun has a lot of wolfish instincts written into his personality. In general, a lot of his decisions will be strictly dictated by his pack. If he feels like protecting the territory is his obligation at the moment, he will do it. But if the pack decides to give something up, he will simply follow.
However, things differ when it comes to his lover, as he becomes much more independent and mature when he has someone that, pretty much, can't defend themselves. It becomes his personal priority and responsibility to take care of you, and he can get quite jealous and territorial.
B - Bitemark - Are they in any way animalistic towards their lover?
He would love to, but it just wouldn't end well, and it's biting (KEKW) at him.
As mentioned before, Baekhyun acts on instinct, so things like chomping for fun or jumping on top of you are something he will do without thinking. But he needs to learn that some of those may actually hurt you.
Unfortunately, as much as he understands the difference between human and non-human behaviors, he cannot really tell how much of the non-human ones he can let himself do. So once he comes to the realization that he can't behave this way with you, he will need to suppress all of these. But he's in absolute awe at how weak and fragile human body can be.
Pssst... I did it SFW but if you'd like it NSFW, hmu because I wouldn't mind writing down some scenario now that Wolf Baek is around
Werewolf!AU Alphabet
#asoifdhasoidfa I'm in love with wolf Baek#falling for him more with every ask aosidfjasoi#werewolf exo#werewolf baek#exo wolf#exo baekhyun#werewolf au bbh#vg: ask#vg: anonymous#vg: headcanon#vg: exo#vg: baekhyun
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SJI for wolf baek please, if you're still doing them? Thank you!!
Thank you for the ask!!
S - Sanity - Do they feel better in their wolf form, or their human form?
Although Baekhyun has adjusted well to living in the world of humans, inside, it's his wolf self that feels more like him. It's the sense of freedom and honesty, not having to worry about social standards or following rules other than his own family's whom he loves and cherishes. Yet, the human life is very precious to him as well, and he wouldn't be able to resign from either.
J - Joy - What is one thing they enjoy while in their wolf form, that they wouldn’t be able to do in the human form?
Being able to bite. I'm not even kidding, that man is not calm unless he has something to busy his mouth with (we all know that, okay, see the gif above). So he needs to munch. Gnaw. Nobody's going to know, he's going to hide in the depths of a dark forest and chew on a stick. The moment his teeth rip through it, he feels good. But he obviously cannot do it as a human - well... it's not like he completely can't, just that it's rather unadvised.
I - Insomnia - Regardless of the moon phase, does their behavior at nights differ from the day?
Not much. Baekhyun is at ease with his instincts, and moon phases don't influence his behavior much. However, he will be a bit more energetic and eager to go for a midnight run, just because he sincerely enjoys these. But it's more of an innocent want, rather than the moon's direct influence.
Werewolf!AU Alphabet
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yandere!Baekhyun x Reader: small steps.
Word count: 1881
Warnings: mentions of death, abduction, obsessive behaviors.
Rating: +16 for the warnings stated above.
In a perfect world your eyes, filled with love, were fixated on him from the moment he came back home, and you approached him with your hands stained with foods you were preparing for the dinner, making you whine and rush to the sink to wash them, so you could come again and hug him without worry.
In a perfect world the space you shared had signs of your and his lives, everything smelled like you to him, and everything smelled like him to you. And both of you loved it – feeling at home, at peace, in love, cherishing each other’s existence, even worshiping it.
In a perfect world the warmth of your body melted into his in an embrace that neither of you wanted to break; he could wrap his arms around you and make you lose your breath, and you’d simply laugh at it, maybe even with you saying something cliché like, “I don’t mind dying like this”. Then, he’d reply, “I’d gladly die with you.”
But the world he lived in wasn’t perfect, and your small silhouette, instead of looking out for him coming home, would tremble from fear when he approached.
You’d stay in the room he prepared for you, locked for the time he was away, but even when he was back and the door was unlocked, you wouldn’t want to face him. He made sure you had access to everything you needed, he rearranged the apartment so you had your own bathroom as well; he even prepared things like TV and books to busy your time with if you truly didn’t want to approach him. But, even though he bought so many things for you to feel comfortable, you hesitated before even touching them. And if he even thought about wrapping arms around you… your fragile heart couldn’t possibly handle it, the fear overwhelming you, as if he truly wanted to take your life away. But he would never do this, and his own heart broke at the mere thought, and the fact you could believe it.
He sat down by the kitchen table and looked at his phone – the camera in your room proved that you were in your bed, although no sound was coming from there. Your days mostly looked like that; after weeks had passed and you got used to him enough to eat the food he prepared without fear, and you’d use the bathroom without checking every corner for a camera that, really, wasn’t there, yet, there was nothing convincing you to come out and talk to him, welcome him home, try to spend time with him. Baekhyun’s life was anything but perfect, and he came to a realization that maybe there were things he could have done better in the past, maybe he could have approached you in a way that wouldn’t mean kidnapping, but hell, did he not know how to do that at all. There was nothing else that made sense to him. He didn’t want to wait any longer; he thought that if given no opportunity to fall in love with someone else, you’d eventually accept him in his life. But he was wrong, and now he was stuck in this inconvenient situation that he had no idea how to fix.
He watched you in the camera for a few minutes, wondering whether you’re asleep or just resting. He didn’t want to wake you up, but then he saw you roll over and let out a sigh with your eyes open. He gave you a few more minutes just in case you did barely wake up, and stood up, walking toward your room.
He knocked, quietly at first, not wanting to startle you. In the screen of his phone still held in his hand, he saw you sit up abruptly and pull knees up to your chest. Would you come and open the door? Or tell him to come in? Both required courage – you could do it, he believed in you.
“Y… yes…?” you spoke, so quietly that he barely heard you.
He unlocked the door carefully and faced the dark space, with the curtains pulled over and your silhouette drowsily wrapped in the blankets, as if it was an early morning. Although the initial terror had passed and you became just a bit accustomed with his presence, your back was still pushed into the wall behind your back, looking at him warily. For all the times him coming into your room had made you cry, this must have been a progress, right?
“Could we talk?”
“About what?” you asked defensively.
He retreated a bit, hanging onto the doorknob as if it was his anchor. The tone of your voice was hurting him, making him so sad – he hated himself so much for what he’d done to you.
“I have something for you. It’s small… Come when you’re ready.”
Not giving you – or himself – any more time to worry, he left, closing the door behind, but leaving the lock open this time.
It was a late evening and he barely came out of shower, hair still damp and comfortable attire on, that he noticed you sitting by the table in the kitchen, head lowered and hands folded in your lap. When you heard him leave bathroom, you glanced up, a bit fearfully at first, but then letting your guards down a little. Was it a good sign? Baekhyun could only hope.
He approached you carefully, not wanting a single wrong step to scare you again. He walked towards the kitchen drawer, and took out a box of chocolate candy – a flavor he knew you liked, he’d seen you always buy it when in a good mood, at the time when he watched your normal days pass by. There was a ribbon wrapped around the box just to make the point, but it wasn’t that big or grand; he just wanted to lift your mood a little, so he placed the box on the table, sitting opposite of you and then pushing it carefully towards you, as if he was trying to feed a wild animal.
You hesitated, but it seemed that you were willing to accept this small bribe – when was the last time you ate? He couldn’t tell; chocolate was not there to fill you, so he frowned slightly at that realization. Your room, although locked, had a small fridge and a microwave in it, and he made sure you always had access to all you needed without having to leave your room if you didn’t want to. So why did you seem malnourished? Was it because of stress…?
Watching you fight with yourself made him lose all the remaining confidence. He only stared down at his hands until he finally found it in himself to send you a single, worried glance. You haven’t looked back just yet – only pulled the box toward yourself, and with just as much tenderness as he showed previously, undid the ribbon and opened the box. Your eyes lighted up ever so slightly at the sight of a snack you genuinely enjoyed.
“Why?” you asked suddenly.
You’ve had this discussion before, he remembered every single time you came back to it. You’ve asked him countless of times, why did he do it to you? Why wouldn’t he let you go? What was his goal? Why must he hurt you…?
“…I want to fix things” he admitted weakly, looking back down. He felt so vulnerable, so broken – more than you did, but he wanted you to see this side of himself, he wanted you to see how it impacted him as well. He wished you’d take advantage of him at this moment; hell, he could only dream of another perfect world, in which he would give in to you, let you be in charge of his life; in which he would be in your spot now, kept without a free will at your place, but happy to belong to you with his entire existence. But he couldn’t dream for long, he knew. Not when you looked at him with those big eyes of yours, with fear and uncertainty still lingering. “I never… wanted to hurt you.” These words you must have heard him say before countless of times. He could only hope that they would sound better today. “Can I… do anything so you would trust me? Just a bit… Just so you wouldn’t hate me.”
Neither of you moved, his eyes cast down as to not make you feel any more out of place than you already were. He felt weak, he needed comfort, even though he knew he couldn’t count on any. But he let himself escape to his perfect world for just a moment, imagining your hands reach out to him and touch his shoulder. Just that much would heal his soul.
“Are you crying…?”
Your voice brought him back. He reached to his face – a single tear ran down his nose, his face must have been so red. When he tried o breathe in, he found himself sniffling instead, and he stood up, hurrying to the sink nearby to throw cold water in his face. But he remained there even as he wiped it, fearful of facing you again.
“You’re a sad person” you eventually spoke. “I’m sorry for you” you continued. It must have been the most you spoke to him in the past week. “You said you won’t let me out so… it’s not like our um… relationship… can become healthy, I mean… You kidnapped me, it’s not something that can be just brushed off.” You cleared your throat, fidgeting in your seat, as though the fact that you had so much to say surprised you as well. “But I… can tell this impacts you a lot, too. You don’t seem like a bad person… Maybe not a good one, but… I do honestly think you need help, and that most of things can still be fixed, if given enough time…”
He turned around, looking at you, still uncertain.
“What I mean, is… If you reach out for someone’s help, a professional, I mean… I may try and do my part in, you know… not making it hard on you. As long as you’re… you know, willing to improve.”
Did he want to?
He so strongly believed that he was doomed for life, that, if he couldn’t undo what he’d done, there would be no way to ever be happy again. He was certain that it was just him – his personality, his soul, the way he existed, the way he was shaped by his life.
But if you said that there was hope for him; if you said that he could become better, become someone you wouldn’t fear; if you even wanted to help him in it, how could he doubt?
“I want to… try” he eventually announced, voice a bit stabler.
“Good.” You nodded, still clearly unsure as to how process the change in dynamics, but you managed to look at him now – still shy and lost, but not fearful anymore, as if you finally accepted that he’s not a threat to you, and he couldn’t be happier about it.
Maybe, in small steps, he would find a way to shape his world to near-perfection.
#baekhyun x reader#exo baekhyun#baekhyun scenario#exo scenario#bbh x reader#bbh scenario#bbh#byun baekhyun#vg: exo#vg: baekhyun#vg: drabble
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Baekhyun x Reader: bloodline series. - teaser
Planned Chapter 1 Release: 26th Aug 2023
Rating: +16 for descriptions of violence
Genre: action / angst / mafia!AU
“Come for the dinner, or would you rather starve?” His voice was so cold you felt chills go down your spine. There was nothing stopping him from letting you remain hungry, you realized, for as long as you stayed alive for the future purposes – whatever they could be.
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You din’t know how long had passed before he suddenly turned to face you. You realized that you almost fell asleep yourself, but his motion served to shake you awake. You leaned into his side just a bit closer. The snow outside finally stopped falling, but the stillness made you even sleepier when the world became so awfully quiet.
“Let’s talk” he said. “Or we’ll both fall asleep.”
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“You don’t want to go there” he spat.
“But…”
“It’s not your family. Shut up and don’t be difficult.”
Could he be lying? Could he be trying to trick you into coming with him, then hurt you, maybe even kill you?
Listening to him must have been a bad idea.
But you had no clue what would happen if you didn’t; at the very least, the forest seemed less terrifying than the inferno behind.
#mafia!AU Baekhyun teaser because I need to motivate myself#I might be posting it sometime this weekend#vg: baekhyun#vg: exo#vg: pieces of art#tw guns#tw mafia au#tw violence
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D, Y, F with ww baekhyun? I love wolf aus so this ask game made me very happy hehe
It made me so happy to answer too, thank you for the ask 🥺
D - Dog - What are some animal behaviors they carry on to their human form?
When he gets excited, Baekhyun behaves like a puppy on default. As a werewolf, even in his human form, Baekhyun is all over the place. If he could, he would have his tail waggling, he's just a ball of energy that he needs to tire out every time.
Y - Yearning - Would they rather be with someone of their own species, or a human/other species?
He would always imagine himself with other werewolves; his instincts are strong, and his inner wolf reacts to wolf females rather than to humans.
The moment he lays his eyes on a human girl that he likes, he's going to be very confused, and be like 100% convinced she's a werewolf too, because he couldn't possibly react this way to a human.
So, while he imagines a relationship with another wolf, and he's still a spoiled puppy that will be upset that he cannot behave towards a human as he would towards a fellow wolf ("what do you mean she will get concussion if I jump on her?!!!") he just cannot help himself but fall for that human girl more and more...
F - Fear - What are they like when they come across humans in their wolf form? What would they be like to meet you in their wolf form? Do they have any specific memories related to that?
At first, he's going to be more scared than the human. He will have absolutely no idea, how to behave.
On one hand, he wants to run off the moment he comes across humans, because his brothers always told him to avoid them when he's a wolf.
But at the same time, his curiosity is spiking. All the smells and noises he doesn't experience that well in his human form, and what if you actually don't freak out and give him pats instead? But what if you hurt him... Should he try and scare you off, so he can brag about being the Big Bad Wolf? So many thoughts in his head.
Werewolf!AU Alphabet
#I absolutely loved answering this and now I very much want to write werewolf AU Baek fics oaishdfaisohfaiodf#SOMEBODY GIVE ME A REQUEST SO I HAVE AN EXCUSE TO DO IT#vg: ask#vg: anonymous#vg: headcanon#vg: baekhyun#vg: exo
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being exposed to your blood making vamp baek vulnerable makes brain go brrr... you being hurt and bleeding a lot and he's the only one who can help but at the same time his instincts are running wild and he can't hide his fangs or blown out pupils and he's shaking and he wants to help but he's also so hungry... 😌
Oh my gosh, vulnerable vampire Baek is the best Baek...
His pale hands shaking when he's trying to help you, muttering words of comfort as though not to you but to himself. He doesn't even notice saliva running down his chin, he's so fixated on you.
But he's slowly losing his mind, the way he gazes at the injury more often, a few seconds longer each time. He knows he can't do that, he knows there are priorities, and he needs to make sure you're safe before anything.
Yet, it happens on its own, he doesn't see you so much as he sees that sweet liquid running down your body. When he reaches just to stop the wound, the blood blossoms on his fingers, and he cannot help himself, putting the fingers to his mouth, a small moan escaping his lips at the exquisite flavor.
"Don't worry, I'll help you. You're safe, shush..."
He leans down, pressing his lips into the wound.
You taste just too good.
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vampire!Baekyun x Reader: sweet lies.
Word count: 5980
Date of release: 21.08.2022
Rating: +16
Genre: angst
Warning: blood, murder & violence
One day I'll learn how to make quality moodboards for my fics
The day is not today
How many more lies will you have to tell, before you realize that you don’t know what’s the truth anymore?
How much longer will you throw spells that mean nothing, tangled with whispers that mean the world?
*
“Are you home, yet?”
“Mhm, waiting for you, hurry, I’m hungry” voice in the speaker replies to her question. She huffs.
“I got the takeout.”
“I know, that’s why I’m telling you to hurry.”
“Rude!”
He only laughs in response and she can’t help but laugh a little too.
“I have an impression you’re using me just for the food.”
“How could you say that, I’m actually starving here…!” His fake hurt voice turns into a loud whine.
“Ugh, enough, enough, I’ll be there in a few, hanging up!”
“Hurry, please!”
*
Evenings are the time when all the tension from the day finally unwinds, and the moment she walks through the door of their shared apartment, she already feels like throwing all of her clothes off and climbing into the warm bed – it is early spring and the bright sun tempted her to dress lighter things, but when evenings came around, it was suddenly all winter-y again, and her light scarf and trench coat wouldn’t protect her so well anymore.
“I’m back!” she yells, so that her voice can break through the obnoxious sound of video games coming from the living room. She takes her outwear off and hangs it in the hall, stepping into the room next. The boy sitting on the couch doesn’t notice her just yet, busy with the flashing of the screen and the controller in his hands. “You’re pathetic.”
He turns his head towards her and his face brightens up. He pauses the game without a second thought.
“Hello~”
“Have you really been playing all day long? Have you eaten anything at all? You parasite.”
“I worked, I promise.” He stands up from the couch, walking towards her.
“The takeout is in the kitchen” she nods towards the other end of their shared apartment.
“I know, I know. You had a long day, come here.” His hands wrap around her wrists, pulling her towards the couch. “You’re cold. You need to dress better. Or start working from home like me” he purrs once she finally takes the place on the couch, next to him.
His one arm wraps around her bare shoulders, the other reaching to the side for a blanket he was lying under until now, still warm from his own body’s warmth. Soon, the blanket is wrapped around her silhouette and she leans into the man’s chest, accepting without a question his care and effort in helping her relax.
“How was your day?”
“So tiring… What time is it even?”
“Like seven. They did keep you longer, huh?”
“Not much, but the takeout took a while too” she explains, burying her face in the man’s shoulder. Takeout was his idea, after all; he messaged her as she was about to finish her shift, to go pick up some food that she likes. Nonetheless, nothing felt quite as nice as evenings together – tension unbinding, fatigue slowly taking over. “What about you?”
“I haven’t had much work actually, got everything done fast.”
“Lucky. Why didn’t you make food?”
“Lazy.”
“Figures. What would you do without me, hm?”
“Starve to death” he replies simply. His arms wrap around her once more, bringing her between his legs as he shifts, sitting now sideways with his feet on the couch as well and her back to him this time. She leans backwards, and he puts head in the crook of her neck, bringing her even closer. She only laughs gently – his warmth feels relieving, and she fully relaxes.
“Are we gonna get the takeout? I’m starving” she whines. “It’s nicer to cuddle when we’re not starving.”
“Soon, love.”
“Baek…?”
She doesn’t move when she feels sudden pain in the nape of her neck, like prickling – intense sensation gathered in one point, instantly paralyzing her nerves, spreading from neck to the tips of her fingers. Is it sudden fear that paralyzes her, overwhelming her right away, or is it the pain itself, coming from an unknown source?
“B-Baekhyun…” she whimpers pathetically, confused; her breath hitches – panic urges her to breathe faster, paralysis forbids her from doing so, and it sends her head spinning as her body finally gives in, collapsing into his arms, a weak groan escaping her lips as she slowly starts regaining control over her body. “B-Baek…”
“Shhh.”
The man switches positions, leaving her laying on the couch, and then hovers above her, lifting her chin and making her look at him. His eyes shine red – she sees that briefly, and it’s enough. Her thoughts dissolve.
“That’s it. That’s okay. Everything’s alright. Nothing’s wrong.”
He pulls her up by her arms, making her weak body rest against the sofa’s back. Her breath is shallow.
“Stay here.”
Everything is awfully slow, and things don’t make any sense as she sits there, staring at the wall blankly until Baekhyun’s silhouette arises in front of her again.
“Eat.”
He picks up a fork from the takeout she brought and patiently feeds her as her consciousness slowly, slowly fades, and as her movements become so sluggish that she can’t find it in herself to chew on the food anymore. Eventually, he lays her down on the couch, wraps in the blanket, and the cue is enough for her to slip away completely.
*
Blood is dripping slowly from his chin and onto the white shirt he’s wearing. He sits in the armchair of the living room, staring blankly at the girl lying motionlessly on the couch. She’s pale and weak, but her sleep is peaceful, nothing disturbs her now, and neither is he going to wake her up anytime soon. He doesn’t care enough to stand up from his seat to begin with, he doesn’t even care about the blood that will be so difficult to get out of the shirt later. At least he knows by now that having a bottle of hydrogen peroxide at hand is not something only girls may use for their own inconveniences.
His phone vibrates and he jumps slightly at the sensation on his thigh. Retrieving the device from his pocket, he stares at the caller’s ID for a few long seconds before putting the phone back down and letting the sound die out after a few moments. It’s something unimportant and it doesn’t faze him, but it managed to pull him out of the post-feeding daze and he’s ready to get off the armchair and do something, anything.
His thirst is quenched, but his conscience is not.
The girl on the couch whimpers in her dream, and he glares at her.
“I don’t love you. Stop whining. You’re just food” he spits out the words, getting more frustrated with every single one that leaves his mouth. “I’m just using you. You’re so stupid.”
He feels safer as he speaks the words; safer from the feelings he ought not to have, safer from what could potentially happen if he acknowledged their existence. But it doesn’t make him feel better at all, because it’s simply wrong and everything consists of lies that just won’t become reality no matter how much he tries to make them so.
*
The morning wakes her up with a soaring headache. She has only her underwear on, and the bra’s underwires are digging in uncomfortably after a whole night of sleeping in the garment. She is cold – she never really sleeps without pajamas on or anything else to provide her with some warmth, and the duvet she is covered with was not enough. She shivers slightly; truthfully, her body struggles keeping warm, so the first thing she does is walk to the nearest closet and take out a hoodie – Baekhyun’s warm one that reaches over her thighs, providing her with some extra warmth that her smaller sized ones don’t. She takes the bra off, too. Full comfort.
She glances at the clock on the wall. It’s almost 10 AM, but she briefly remembers that today is a day off, so she doesn’t need to hurry to work. She leaves the room, following the brief sound of clicking.
Baekhyun sits in the living room, laptop spread over his lap, probably working. He glances in her direction as soon as he spots her in the door, taking in her appearance. His brow lifts slightly at the sight of his own attire.
“Hello” she mumbles hoarsely.
“Hi there.” He makes a few more clicks and puts the laptop down, getting up. “You cold?”
“Yeah, did you undress me?”
“You fell asleep as soon as you sat down on the couch” he laughs quietly. His voice and motions are a bit slow and careful, as if not to startle her. “Did you sleep well?”
“I don’t think so. I’m cold and my head hurts.”
“Ah, is that so.”
“Maybe I caught a cold yesterday.” She briefly recalls it being fairly cold on her way back home. It must have been the cause.
“Come, I’ll fix you a breakfast, you really don’t look good.”
“I may look even worse if I eat something that you cook, but I’ll appreciate a tea.”
He rolls his eyes, but she quickly pecks his cheek and it’s enough to win him over, because the next moment he’s already on his way to the kitchen, taking whatever is needed to prepare tea and at least support her in the making of her own breakfast.
“Are you listening to me?”
She wasn’t.
She lifts her gaze from over the vegetables she is chopping for a sandwich. She, truly, did not hear a word until he raised his voice to catch her attention. She holds the knife in the air as she looks up.
“I asked if you have work today. You should take a day off” he speaks, observing her intently.
“Oh. I don’t. I would have been on my way already if I had, so it’s okay. I’ll take it easy today so I should feel alright by tomorrow.”
He scrunches his eyebrows as he watches her fiddle with the knife. Her movements are slow and sluggish, causing her to almost cut herself once or twice. He won’t be having that.
“Okay, put it down, you can barely stand. Sit down, I’ll do it.”
She doesn’t oppose. Her headache got only worse in the meantime, so as soon as she sits down on the chair, her head rests on the kitchen table’s surface and she starts to doze off again. A soft “cling” sound of a plate being put in front of her wakes her up, along with a cup of tea and small pill of – assumably – cold medicine that she doesn’t question before gobbling up and drinking over with half of the cup’s contents. The sandwich made by Baekhyun doesn’t taste half as bad as she expected it to. Putting a few vegetables and other ingredients together probably wasn’t as complicated as she initially thought.
“Why are you still here? Don’t you have work?” she grumbles, munching on the bread at a sluggish pace. Baekhyun, leaning against the cupboard behind his back with his arms crossed, just watched her silently until now.
“I can do it later. I’m putting you back to bed as soon as you’re done.”
“I know where my bed is, thank you very much. If you want to help me, be so kind and find my pants.”
“And a hoodie.”
“No need, I already have one.” She grins sneakily. She knows he values his hoodies, but clearly her wearing them is not enough of a blasphemy for him to get upset. Nonetheless, he can’t understand why she wouldn’t wear her own. He probably doesn’t have this possessive spirit men sometimes do – she thinks – but it is enough that she alone enjoys the gesture.
“Well, fine. Either way, you should take it easy.”
“Did I mention I’m really thankful you’re here?”
He raises his eyebrow, staring at her blankly.
“I don’t imagine making the dinner in this state. So that’s on you” she laughs softly. “Seriously though, thank you for caring for me.” The words sound a bit awkward, spoken so out of context, but she’s sure that they wouldn’t be misunderstood.
But Baekhyun only stares at her for the next few moments, then nods slowly, pushing himself off the cupboard and going to leave the kitchen.
“Baekhyun? Is everything alright? Did I say something wrong?” She pushes yourself off the chair and walks behind him as fast as her pitiful shape allows her to.
In the hall, she sees him put on shoes and reach to his jacket.
“Where are you going?” She stands there, taken aback, feeling an unpleasant pang in her chest. Did she really say something wrong? Why was he so silent all of sudden?
“Just need to go out, sorry. I’ll make the dinner when I’m back.”
No more is spoken as he turns around and leaves without another word. She stares at the door for the next few minutes, trying to comprehend what happened, until her legs start to tremble from cold and weariness, and she finds herself shambling to the bedroom and burying herself among the sheets, trying to keep at least a little bit of warmth to herself.
Fortunately, fatigue saves her from overthinking what just happened, and she falls asleep, still shaking from cold, but at least finally managing to relax.
*
“What’s your goal for the future, Byun Baekhyun? You’re gonna stay alive for the next few hundreds of years. It’s worth having a plan.”
“That’s silly. You can’t get stable with life if you have to live so long. No one will live with you that long anyway.”
“He’s right. We can only be hedonists.”
The bartender watches the three men silently, including the newcomer who just joined them with the last sentence. Now the three sit together, two – sipping on some low-alcoholic drink, and the third one – on water he just asked the bartender to deliver.
“Hello, Sehun.”
“I’m not a hedonist” Baekhyun argues.
“Why?” the first man asks another question. His name is Junmeyon and, as the oldest one of them, he always seems to be the most reasonable, as well as the most curious, endlessly seeking reasons and answers.
Baekhyun shrugs.
“I just want to be comfortable. I’ve had enough fun in my life. I just don’t want to put effort anymore.”
“Why not plan, then?”
“What is worth planning, anyway?”
Junmyeon shrugs.
“Well, what do you value?”
“And what if I don’t value anything?”
“Then I think it’s called depression” the bartender suddenly speaks, his eyes not leaving the silver shaker he’s currently wiping.
There’s a silence between them that lasts for a few moments that they spend just pondering over their drinks, blankly letting them sit in their glasses, occasionally taking sips.
The silence is broken by the man who came last.
“Something’s eating at you” he speaks, lifting his eyebrow and piercing his friend with his stare, as if he could get to know his thoughts just like that.
Baekhyun huffs instantly.
“I haven’t had a good meal in a while, honestly. That’s the downside of leaving conveniently. You don’t get too much variety” he sighs.
The other men stare at him, no words spoken for a few moments, but worry clear on their faces, contrasting with the nonchalant posture that Baekhyun is trying to take on.
“Is everything good between you and [F/n]?” Junmyeon suddenly asks.
Baekhyun rolls his eyes.
“Clearly, not. I’m getting bored of the same taste over and over, maybe it’s the time to find a new one” he shrugs, but his tone makes it clear that he’s getting angrier with every second of the uncomfortable conversation.
None of his friends seem to take his words seriously, but his tone still unsettles them. After some dozens of years spent together, one just knows when their friend is struggling, no matter how much he’s trying to hide it even from himself.
They have no idea what to say, though. They know that if they tried to speak to him directly about what they think, he simply wouldn’t have that. They want to help – it is just not the right time to attempt. At least not in a straightforward manner. So they let the words just pass by, followed by another silence, letting the man dwell on what he has said, and maybe make a conclusion of sort, if only he was not too stubborn to acknowledge his pitiful situation.
That is, until he speaks again, tone low and lifeless.
“Maybe I should just get rid of her.”
Their hearts break, although they don’t know if his decision is genuine. Either way, they conclude, they need to make sure he doesn’t do anything stupid. Because they know that if he was to hurt her, he’d hurt himself thousand times more.
He pushes himself off the bar counter, his drink abandoned, throws a banknote onto the counter without thinking too much of its value, and walks towards the exist. The men stare silently at his back, but neither of them dares to stop him.
They do, however, want to help him.
*
She wakes up in the late afternoon with a disappointing realization that she is in the apartment all alone. Physically, she feels way better – enough so that she walks through all the rooms just to make sure. But his shoes and jacket are gone, just as when he left hours ago. There is no dinner for her – obviously, he must have been gone all this time. She reaches to her phone and calls the number she remembers by heart already.
“Baek? Are you okay?”
There’s a sound of music on the other side and she frowns slightly.
“I’m good, [F/n]” he speaks emotionlessly.
“Who’s this?” she hears a feminine voice in his background and her heart thumps unpleasantly.
“B-Baek…? Where are you…?”
He doesn’t answer for a few moments, and she feels tears dwell in her eyes, realizing he’s not going to give her the answer she will like.
“Just hanging out. I’ll be home later” he speaks nonchalantly, in a way that makes her heart crumble. Her thoughts are a mess, and nothing makes sense. Is it her fault? Has she enraged him? Why would he do that to her…?
Didn’t he say he loves her?
Before she can say anything more, he hangs up, and she’s left trembling, the fatigue coming back with full force and she stumbles drowsily onto the couch. There’s no strength left in her, and she just wishes it was just a bad dream.
*
It must be around 2 in the morning when he lays in the bed of the girl he met at the club.
The girl lies next to him. Motionless, with her eyes closed, as though in a peaceful sleep.
But her carotid artery is ripped open, and small remains of blood that he didn’t drink are splattered around. Blood covers him too, even tighter than the bed’s turquoise duvet does. He inhales its scent calmly, rolling over to his side, facing the window rather than her body.
He’s cold, and hungry. He should not feel the temperature, and his stomach is full of amounts of blood he doesn’t get daily. But he’s shivering, realization of what he’s done sinking in so slowly that he pulls the bloodied duvet over his head, trying to drown out the intrusive thoughts.
He just wanted someone new to quench his thirst with. A new taste, a variety, something of better quality, not of an overworked girl that’s been used by him for months, to the point of her blood having no taste whatsoever.
But this doesn’t even taste like blood, it’s like a poison to his tongue. He only feels worse now.
He tries to reason. Maybe she was sick, or too drunk, or maybe they’ve had too much of things other than alcohol, spoiling her blood utterly. He’ll need to take that into consideration next time.
Yes, next time it’ll be better. Next time he won’t kill anyone for no reason, he’ll just quench his thirst, erase his prey’s memories and move on. Or keep dating them for as long as their blood tastes good enough.
But he’s scared of himself now. He’s not a killer – or, at the very least, he doesn’t want to perceive himself as such. But he’s now starting to doubt it. What has he become?
And then his thoughts go to you.
Isn’t it your fault? If only you let him feed on you like he used to, not speaking a word, not playing with his mind with your dumb words that held no value. Honestly, he’s too good – he felt so much pity to you when you said it, that he just needed to let his emotions out. He’s mindful and considerate, not reacting harshly right away. You’ve been good to him for quite a while, so he didn’t take his anger out on you. But now this girl is dead, and it’s your fault.
He pushes himself off the bed, standing on his shaky legs and stumbling through the apartment.
But he didn’t know that she would die. Did you? Did you use him like that? He can’t have that.
You’re so evil, [F/n], he can’t let you off the hook now. He can’t let you use him anymore, nor anyone else. It’s for the greater good, and for the justice.
The justice must happen, he decides. With his body covered with the anonymous girl’s blood, he stumbles out of her ruined apartment.
*
She feels restless – after the whole day spent in bed, the sleep simply won’t come anymore, although the tiredness is still so strong. She stays in her bed alone, so many thoughts rush through her mind, and the migraine is so strong that she can’t help but sob quietly from pain. It’s too much – the physical and emotional pain at once, putting her in agony altogether.
She realizes she won’t fall asleep like this. They never owned too much medicine; Baekhyun would always give her the same pills whenever she felt sick or overworked, and she briefly recalls that the one he gave her earlier was the last one in the box, because she saw him threw it out after. But it wasn’t a headache medicine anyway, and she doubts she has any of these left. But there’s a gas station nearby and she needs to get up to work tomorrow – she can’t afford a sleepless night when feeling so terrible like this.
The thought of going to work is somewhat relieving. At work, she’ll have things to focus on. Things that aren’t Baekhyun, that aren’t related to what she’s going through, things that will provide her with long-term survival and she simply yearns for them to distract her for good.
She manages to slip a jacket on, her sweatpants and shirt good enough to go out in, although technically her sleeping attire – she doesn’t think anyone will notice. She actually doubts there will be anyone to notice but the gas station’s single employee. It’s 3 AM.
She throws on a jacket, knowing how cold it may be outside at this time, and makes her way out into the darkness.
*
Out of all the ideas that they had in their exceptionally long lives, that must be one of the most dangerous and possibly most stupid ones. At the same time, after weighing the possibility of a positive outcome, opposed to the tool it will have on their friend otherwise, they felt adamant on making it happen.
Sehun and Jongin are not, after all, the most responsible people, but what they do, is to worry and care for their friend. There’s very few true friends that vampires make during their lifetimes, and each single one is worth risking it all for.
Sehun watches Baekhyun’s apartment in silence. They live on the first floor, so from the nearby bench he can actually see the inside. Maybe not too clearly, but with his particularly good hearing he can tell what’s happening inside just by the sound of it.
And not much is happening. He can tell the girl got out of bed a few times, but then went back to sleep. Her steps were heavy, her face – pale, head hanging low. He lets out a sigh – he has no way of saying what has his friend done, but he doesn’t doubt that something bad did, in fact, happen.
His phone vibrates and he reaches to see it. Jongin’s number pops up on the screen, and Sehun picks it up without hesitation.
“What’s up?”
There’s a silence on the other side, so he wonders for a moment, was it a wrong call? But his friend’s breath on the other side is heavy, and he knows – something is wrong.
“Jongin?”
“Get her out. She can’t stay in there. He’s gonna kill her. Holy hell, Sehun, he…”
“Woah, man, calm down and tell me what happened.”
The words won’t get through the other’s throat, and the silence continues again. Sehun is starting to get nervous.
“I-I can’t. Just. Fuck, Sehun, please, get her the hell out of there. He’ll be there soon.”
Thoughts are racing through his mind, imagining all the possible scenarios that took place prior to the call. Did Baekhyun notice he’s being watched? Or did he do something stupid? The panic in Jongin’s voice was evident and Sehun hasn’t seen him this distraught in the past few decades.
The point of the conversation is, however, still clear, and Sehun knows he can’t waste a second now. He gets up from his seat and, like on a command, he sees the lights turn on in the first floor apartment. He listens attentively to the sounds coming from the inside, blending with other sounds of the surroundings – soon, he realizes, the shuffling of nylon hints to her putting on a jacket. Is she going out? He looks around; whenever Baekhyun will come here, he needs to be first. Hopefully, she leaves soon.
He wonders, where could she be going at this hour – did he call her to lure her out? Hopefully it doesn’t mean he’s nearby yet. Sehun is nervous, the realization of time limit is starting to sink in.
And finally, the girl comes out of the apartment, he hears her steps in the corridor, and soon she’s out, blissfully unaware of his presence in the dark.
He wants to make sure there’s no one nearby, although if Baekhyun came, he certainly wouldn’t mistake the sound with another human’s. But he also wants to know, where she’s heading.
But it doesn’t matter. Too much time has already passed on waiting. He needs to act. So he walks behind her; how to even do it, really? He has no doubt no one in their sane mind would follow a stranger in the middle of night. But he’s a vampire, he’ll not ask for consent. His conscience will remain clear, because he knows it’s for the girl’s safety.
He touches her shoulder from behind, making her gasp in shock and fear, flinch away from him instantly.
“Hello” he speaks. The girl starts backing off – reasonably so, arms wrapping around herself defensively. “I’m sorry, but I need you to come with me.”
Her eyes widen and she turns around, about to start running, but he’s faster – he catches her upper arm, pulling her backwards as gently as only possible, although he needs to put in enough strength for her to realize she has no choice.
He doesn’t want to go further than that – if only she knew him and trusted him. But he’s only ever seen her from afar and in social media pictures, they never had a chance to meet.
“Calm down. I’m Baekhyun’s friend.” He hopes that it sparkles trust in her, but all she does is tremble slightly, looking around in panic to seek help. He pulls on her arm, making her look at him instead. “You can trust me.”
“Oh, really.”
The new voice sounds nearby, making the two snap their heads up.
All the remaining color leaves her face; she’s paralyzed, frozen to the ground, staring in utter shock at the newcomer’s silhouette.
Baekhyun’s eyes are darker than she’s ever seen before, his posture – ominous, slightly hunched, like a wolf that’s ready to pounce on its prey. But, what catches most of her attention, is the dark liquid that covers him head to toe, splattered over his face, otherwise white shirt, every other surface that she can tell apart from the surroundings. He stands in the dim light of the street lamp and she can vaguely tell that the liquid is red. Her knees start shaking.
He steps forward – the man whom she loves, but who hurt her and whom she doesn’t know whether she can trust anymore. But neither can she trust the stranger that’s next to her, and she starts backing away from either of them, her thoughts running rapidly.
Baekhyun’s attention is not on her now though, he’s glaring daggers into his friend.
“What do you think you’re doing?”
Sehun’s thoughts are racing too; there’s no good solution. There’s no many options to begin with. But he wants this to end – so he picks the worst one.
Stepping towards the girl, he grabs her arm before she can protest, pulling her to himself.
“You said you’re going to get rid of her. Isn’t she useless to you?” his lips curl into a fake smirk.
Baekhyun scowls.
“And what does it have to do with you?”
“I wouldn’t mind some variety, too.”
He doesn’t wait for Baekhyun to react; he pulls the girl into his chest and bites into her shoulder. His teeth sink into her flesh without any resistance, and they go in deep. A scream echoes into the night, although weak and short-living. Warm blood hits his tongue – it tastes good, but he’s not focused on it in the slightest now, keeping his instincts at bay, staying conscious of his surroundings instead.
Baekhyun launches himself at him – them – and he easily dodges to the side, pulling the girl along.
“Come on, Baekhyunie, will you really be selfish like that?”
She lets out a whimper, her gaze barely grabbing focus, her limbs flaying, trying to get him off herself – too weakly for it to be of any success.
“Let me do the job for you.”
His hand is on her head, pushing it to the side so harshly that with just a bit more strength, he could tear it off. Without breaking eye contact with his friend, he dives his teeth into her neck now.
“Stop it, Sehun…” Baekhyun’s voice quivers.
“Come on, Baekhyunie” he mocks. “Just let me kill her.”
The girl sobs quietly, but her legs give in and Sehun has to hold her up in his arms. She’s barely conscious, blood loss and nerves taking a tool on her body and senses. And Sehun knows – he’s so close to overdoing it. Hang on, [F/n], he thinks. Just a moment longer.
“Let’s just get it over with” he adds. Baring his teeth, he sinks into her one last time, knowing so well that she’s too weak to try and fight him anymore. At the corner of his vision, he sees Baekhyun’s face – no anger on it anymore. Fear and confusion takes place instead. The girl’s blood tastes so good now that he doesn’t want to let it go. Her body is limp.
He doesn’t even have enough time to react when a force suddenly pushes into him, knocking him off the feet, as if he was hit by a truck. However, it’s not a truck, but Baekhyun himself, his arms wrapped around the small body on the ground, his own – trembling uncontrollably. He pulls her into his chest, no words coming out of his mouth but small sobs. He holds her close.
“Don’t you dare…” he utters with a shaky voice. “Don’t you fucking dare leave me…”
Sehun’s eyes widen.
She is so pale.
*
Baekhyun sits on the couch of his apartment, a small, unconscious silhouette is held securely in his arms, close to his chest, a blanket wrapped around it. Her pulse is weak, but it’s there, he thinks with relief, but he closes his eyes when putting face in the crook of her neck, listening to it to calm himself down.
He almost lost her.
He almost was the one who made it happen.
Guilt and fear gnaw at him. He feels terrible in every possible way. Tears kept running down his face long after they took care of her, and, although they told him she should be left to rest, he couldn’t force himself to let go of her now. He feels like a monster, but he doesn’t want to be alone.
Sehun, Jongin, and even Junmyeon sit in his apartment as well; he supposes they want to make sure everything will end up well.
But it won’t. He can’t take back what he’s done.
It’s hours later, once the sun has already picked up from the horizon, when he feels her move for the first time; just stirring a bit in his lap, but his attention is on her instantly, pulling away from her just a bit, to have a look at her face.
She wakes up.
She’s so weak that she can’t hold herself up. She has no idea what her body has gone through, but maybe it’s better for her. She’s confused and fearful. When her eyes meet his own, she falters.
“Hey…” he speaks softly. Does she remember what happened?
Her breath hitches, she vaguely tries to push him off. His heart breaks, but he knows. He hates himself for what he’s about to do.
“Everything’s okay. You’re okay now.”
His voice has never been this calm and careful, as if fearing than one tone higher could scare her to death.
But she’s too weak to even cry. At the very least, though, she can hear him, and see him, and that’s all that matters now.
He cups her cheek, bringing her face slightly forward, making her look at him, straight into his eyes, shining red. She’s too weak to protest. His fingers gently brush the side of her lip.
“Everything’s alright. Nothing’s wrong.”
His lips always repeat this phrase, like a lullaby. Once again, he knows he needs to put her down to sleep.
“You’re safe, and no one can hurt you. I’d never hurt you. I’d never betray you.”
She lets him enchant her, lets him control her thoughts, even memories. She lets him take away the pain, fear and disappointment, and all the memories that caused her to doubt.
However, Baekhyun knows – he deserved for her to doubt him, hate him even. He’s still a monster, a parasite, the humanity’s foe. He’s a vampire, and his very life depends on draining her own away.
But if she knew all that he knows, and if she knew what he’s done, she’d never be able to see the world the same as before. So he takes that weight away from her shoulders, and puts it on his own, knowing that for as long as she lives, he’ll be living through this day over and over again, and he’ll keep hurting her to quench his thirst, only to then selfishly erase her memory and take care of her after, and she’ll think how lucky she is to have such a caring partner at her side.
And, although his life has been reduced to a lie, Baekhyun knows that enduring it is the only way to keep you by his side.
And maybe, just maybe, one day, the lie of innocent and flawless love will become his truth.
Yooo I'm actually quite proud of this, vampire!Baek will always be deep in my heart. Honestly, if you know any other vamp!EXO fics, I'll appreciate recommendations!
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God I love halloween writing lol could you do H, O, K for baekhyun (for the vampire asks)? Thank you :3
I love it too 💖 Thank you for the ask!
H - Hate - how do they feel about their kind? About themselves?
Baekhyun is the type to try and avoid acknowledging some things, out of fear of having to face the consequences, as well as to allow himself to live the way that is the safest and most comfortable. Therefore, he doesn't pay attention to any specific differences between humans and vampires, except for "minor" features such as the night lifestyle, or dietary preferences.
It may and will get back on him. Vampires can and will hunt humans, and many will consider them as food or prey rather than fellow citizens. When the reality hits, it'll shatter his perception of the reality. So he will do everything to avoid such a realization.
O - Odd - do they have any specific hobbies or habits?
He used to play computer games even as a human. Now, he pretty much spends all nights playing (often resulting in noise complaints from his neighbors when he starts yelling in the voice chat).
And then, around sunrise, he falls asleep at his computer desk. It looks like he's this stereotypical no-life night owl gamer (that he already was before), but hey, it's now his nature to be active at nights! (Or so he tells himself to excuse that behavior)
K - Key - what’s the way of making them open up to you?
All you have to do is to exist.
Pretty much, Baekhyun will just go ahead and spill all the tea on accident. He does know it's a sort of big news to share, but he also can't keep it a secret to save his life. He doesn't imagine living a life with his closest ones not knowing who he is.
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