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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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yandere!Kai x Reader: petty theft. [+18]

Word count: 3 371

Tags: yandere!AU, smut, obedience training, bratty behavior, extreme degradation, sadom*sochism, in case you feel like Reader is high don't worry it's just subspace.

Warnings: s*xual content, potentially triggering themes such as toxic relationship traits, friendly reminder it's a fiction and not what we expect our IRL Nini to be.

Author's note: It's been a while since I wrote anything like that. Took quite a bit of effort as for such a small piece, but I hope to be releasing more content in the future~ Probably a Baekhyun fic will come around Halloween, so stay tunned!

His word was an order and you were addicted to giving up the sense of control. It was a perfect kind of deal between the two of you: him who would take everything without asking, and you who’d follow him without a moment of doubt.

Your relationship was anything but reasonable, anything but right, and anything but prosperous. But it was giving you some sense of fulfillment that no other had ever given, and it was a form of self-destruction that you could take with masochistic pleasure.

It would be a lie to say that it was the only unhinged thing that you enjoyed. Some things you liked more, some you liked less. Maybe it was your toxic trait to allow his obsession to get this far without objection, so you could drink up from all the pain and torment that he could offer.

“You have done it again.” His voice rumbled through the apartment. “Give it back.”

Recently, you felt lonelier than usual. When he would work and do other business stuff, or meet his friends even, you’d be locked up in his apartment with close to no source of entertainment. You were over with attempts to get out or to contact someone from the outside – these never brought anything good.

But you still felt the need to itch him in some way that would make him come to you and take it out on you. He had taken note of the pattern, you noticed – you’d be surprised if he didn’t. When someone steals your wallet three times in a row, it cannot be an accident.

The wallet was stored neatly under your pillow and the moment he entered your room, hand extended in expectation of receiving back the stolen item, you didn’t even pretend not to know what’s it all about.

Without hurry but neither taking too much time, you pushed yourself off the mattress and retrieved the wallet, then walked over to Jongin and placed it in his hand. The man’s eyes were fixated at you, although you couldn’t yet tell what he was thinking.

“Why do you always do that?”

You shrugged, a bit too embarrassed to state aloud your silly reasoning.

“You just wanted attention, didn’t you?”

He could read you like a book, couldn’t he? You hesitantly nodded your head.

The man shook his own with a sigh.

“What do I do with you. If I punish you as you want so badly, you’ll keep doing it whenever you feel like it.” You pouted. “I need to correct you in a way that discourages you from doing it again, right?”

There was a sense of fear mixed with excitement starting to grow within your stomach.

He stared at you with his face unreadable, and you felt like that stare had no other purpose but to make you start doubting in yourself, with nervousness arising that you were not sure you enjoyed anymore.

There was some sense of negative emotion on his side. As long as it was only irritation, you could handle it. But what if he was actually upset? What if you acting up had ruined something within his daily schedule? What if he wasted too much time trying to look for it or picking up stuff he then couldn’t pay for? Hopefully he didn’t get a fine on his way for not having his documents on.

“[F/n].”

You straightened up as if on command. Sensing the fear finally settle in and uneasiness become tangible on your face, Jongin’s demeanor started to shift. From cold and emotionless, a smug smirk appeared in the corner of his lip, and he crossed his arms with the wallet still held between his fingers.

Suddenly, his grip on the wallet loosened, and the item fell out of his hand and dropped to the floor with a thud. The noise was objectively quiet but in the silence surrounding you, it made your heart thump. Jongin didn’t flinch.

“Pick it up.”

You didn’t hesitate, crouching down and picking up the item, carefully putting it in his hand again.

However, the man didn’t move, and neither did he put any effort in holding it, and so the wallet fell back down. You stared at him in confusion.

“Pick it up.”

You gulped. The task was confusing, but refusing it was out of question. You picked the wallet up again and put it in his hand, this time holding it in there until you felt his fingers wrap around it securely. You breathed a soft sigh of relief when they did.

And then he dropped it again. The noise of the item falling down echoed with a nervous pang in your chest, as if it was not just a sound of a wallet falling, but a thunder at least.

You didn’t hesitate before crouching down yet another time, picking it up and extending your hand, although ready for the item to be denied again.

Jongin tilted his head to the side.

“I didn’t tell you to pick it up.”

He stepped forward, making sure that the step made noise on the wooden panels, and that noise was yet another sound that made you flinch, as if any motion coming from him could be a threat right now.

“You know what I mean, don’t you?” he spat. “If I tell you to do something, you do it. If I don’t tell you to, you don’t. If I tell you not to breathe, you fucking don’t.”

His hand shot forward, wrapping around your throat, and you thoughtlessly released the wallet, hands reaching to hold his wrist instead. You knew that fighting him would be futile, and to be frank, you wouldn’t even dare to do so. His hold wasn’t too strong, fingers pressing against the veins but not depriving you from air just yet. But a single attempt of taking a bigger breath made you choke on your own saliva and you gasped, trying to loosen his hold at least a little.

“Hands down.” The command was simple, and you felt tears gather in your eyes when you forced yourself to ignore the discomfort and take your hands off his own. The tips of your toes and fingers started to tingle.

Without any warning, the hold on your throat finally disappeared, and you coughed, bending in half because your legs almost gave up underneath you. You had just a few moments of rest before the next words came.

“Pick it up. With your teeth.”

You didn’t have to courage to look up at him.

Besides, from your position it was closer to the ground anyway.

You crouched down shakily, letting your knees and palms hit the floor. You repositioned yourself slightly so that the wallet would be in a convenient proximity and lowered your head, briefly thinking of how dirty the item must have been, being one of those never-washed items that are constantly in use outdoors. But that was not important. Your task was.

Your mouth was merely centimeters from the leather surface when you felt something touch the top of your head. From a brief sensation, it gradually strengthened into a pressure that pressed your face down into the floor. You peeked to the side, confirming the suspicion that it was nothing else but Jongin’s shoe weighing down on top of your head.

Your body quivered. It was a natural reflex to try and fight against the force, but you knew better than that – the only way was to give in, even when your cheek started to hurt from the pressure. It would hurt just a bit longer, and then you’d feel the bliss of submission overcome any and all pain. You breathed heavily, trying to at least position yourself a bit more comfortably.

Wordlessly, Jongin took his foot off your head, allowing you to finish the task. The wallet’s texture felt gross on your tongue, and you did your best to touch it only with your teeth. You lifted yourself until you were kneeling, and then tiled your head upwards, praying so that he would just take the wallet back without playing any more games.

You breathed a sigh of relief when his fingers pulled the item gently from between your teeth.

Noticing your saliva gathered on the surface, Jongin brought the item to your face, and you flinched, muscle memory awaiting a slap to your cheek.

But the slap didn’t come, and instead, he wiped the wallet on your face, and you pressed your lips together, doing your best to stay still during the humiliating treatment.

Upon finishing the act, he smoothly tucked the wallet in his back pocket, the item quickly forgotten and nothing left to stand in between you and Jongin’s mercy – or lack thereof. His attention, now focused on you solely, felt intimidating.

“Up.”

Although the order was rather vague, you didn’t hesitate rising onto your feet.

“Down.”

Your mind was already hazy, and so it didn’t feel so weird anymore to fulfill the Sisyphean task.

“Up.”

In fact, there were no thoughts left in your mind to even think about whatever the point of the requests was. There was only full obedience, and as long as he told you what to do, you had a goal to live for.

“Down.”

The floor already managed to warm up underneath your body, although your legs were growing tired. But all of these were just secondary sensations, your eyes, half-lidded in your masochistic high, were fixated on his own.

“You like it?”

You nodded, your tongue like a jelly making it hard to speak a word, but Jongin didn’t seem to mind.

“See? It’s so much better when you listen. You feel so good and I’m happy. Why change that?” You sensed a threat lingering in his voice and felt an urge to soothe it, so you leaned forward and pressed your face into his thigh, like a pet asking for that little bit of intimacy from its owner. The comparison seemed very accurate in your situation. “Are you tired, yet?” You nodded with a lazy smile. “I don’t think so.”

The next motion came completely unexpected, the man’s fingers grabbing your hair at the roots, pulling you off his thigh and pressing your face into his crotch instead.

“You’re not tired, sweetheart. I haven’t told you to be tired yet.”

The persuasion took your breath away. You dreamed of nothing more than of succumbing to the drugged-like state of your mind, but Jongin was merciless as he unzipped his pants with one hand, the other wrapped around your hair tightly when he pushed his length into your mouth before you could even take a good glance.

You gagged, your throat completely unprepared for the rough treatment. Jongin only pushed in harder until your nose touched his abdomen, and then held you in this position for a few seconds despite you gagging and choking. He pulled out, letting you take a short breath, and then pushed back in – your reactions much weaker this time.

It took some moments, a few pushes like that, until you finally started giving up again, and Jongin picked up his face, aligning it with his own pleasure. Your throat started to accommodate around him, but every rougher motion teared your eyes up. His movements were frantic, almost wild, and nothing but selfish.

There was no regard for your comfort, and it made you thrive. Your mind – covered in a fog. Nothing felt real. You diverted your attention from the sloppy noises of your own mouth being used, because somewhere not so far away, Jongin’s beautiful, although sparse moans filled the air like a heavenly music that you could just not get enough of.

Your jaw was starting to ache. It was hardly possible to breathe. You were lightheaded and too dazed to even acknowledge your own arousal starting to pool between your legs. Your skin was tingling all over, your scalp – burning, and you could swear you saw stars for a moment.

But Jongin’s pace was relentless, and something about that cruel, degrading demeanor was turning you on even more. He was making such good use of you, his obedient little doll.

It didn’t even matter that your hands were too weak to try and help him feel even better, because all Jongin seemed to care about was that your mouth felt so warm and nice.

It was just mere minutes that your mind barely registered before you felt him harden even more. You heard no warning, but his heavy pants and gasps – the ones you already learned to recognize – told you enough.

He suddenly pushed into your mouth with full force, his fingers holding your head in place as he came hard and fast, not even a taste present on your tongue with how his semen ran straight down your throat.

You gagged, a cough fruitlessly trying to tear through, everything inside of you screaming for relief that for those few seconds was completely unreachable. You only fought for his cum not to get into your lungs or leave through your nose, a desperate attempt on remaining at least remotely human in this absolutely dehumanizing experience.

Jongin finally pulled out of your mouth, and you frantically choked and coughed, catching desperate breaths, careless of his semen and your saliva running now down your chin and dropping onto your shirt and the floor below.

Your hands were still too weak to try and wipe it, your legs felt like cotton candy that absolutely wouldn’t hold you up, and you only bent down, leaning into his leg for comfort again, which this time brought even more peace and relief when you felt him reach down and place his hand on top of your head, stroking your hair gently, giving you all the time to catch your breath and recover. You felt so dizzy and so tired, so lowly but also so at ease.

“Up.”

Your body moved on its own before you consciously registered his voice. With legs feeling like a jelly, you forced yourself up. He must have composed yourself while you were down on the floor, and there was a stark contrast between him – looking as neat as ever – and you, completely whored out, not even remotely decent in appearance.

“That’s my girl.”

The praise tasted like champagne, sedating you further.

“Come here.”

He circled you and put his hands underneath your elbows. With mellow motions, he led you towards your bed and then pushed you onto the mattress. You landed softly and helplessly among cloud-like pillows and blankets.

The strong urge to melt and fall asleep has been abruptly interrupted by the man’s hands tugging at your pants and pulling them down to your knees. You hazily thought that it would be nice to get used once again, although your muscles wouldn’t really support you much and you’d be just a limp doll trapped underneath him. It wouldn’t be the first time.

“Wake up, princess” he mocked, tapping your face – too gently to call it a slap in your dictionary, but not particularly affectionately either. You must have not noticed when your eyes slipped closed, and so you forced them back open.

You sensed Jongin’s hand hovering your womanhood, its warmth spreading all over your skin in a pleasant manner.

You could swear you could fall back asleep, but his two fingers suddenly intruded your entrance, making sure to cause a little bit of prickling pain even despite all that wetness that would make it so easy to accommodate to him. You let out a small whimper of discomfort.

“Wake up, love. There’s one more lesson you need to learn.” The pet names persuaded you to muster last bits of strengths – his words tasted so delicious, sweet proofs of Jongin’s own devotion for you, and what more could you possibly want? You reached with your arms to wrap them around the man’s neck in a loving, albeit somewhat pleading embrace.

“Could I be tired…?” you asked a bit jokingly, but also knowing that he’d appreciate that you kept his words in mind.

Jongin laughed softly.

But then his smile suddenly fell and his face darkened.

“Not. Yet” he spat out, fingers pushing deep into your core. Sensation wouldn’t be so pleasant normally, and it was clear that he also did not mean to please you, but you were growing deprived and just as the humiliation earlier, mere touch of him on your private parts made you squeal in arousal.

He joined one more finger, stretching you out easily with a sprinkle of pain. Small brushes of his thumb against your clit made you overflow with thirst, but he just wouldn’t do enough to quench it for you.

“Please…” You tried pressing yourself against his palm for any more of the sweet friction, but the other hand was quick to wrap around your neck and push you down into the mattress, rendering you absolutely helpless. The position yet again sent warmth down to your core, and you felt as though if he was to slap you in the face at that exact moment, you could simply cum just from that.

But Jongin couldn’t care less. He turned from stretching you to fucking you with his fingers, brushing against your sweet spot so sparsely despite the fast pace that you felt like you could lose your mind. You were pathetically mewling for any sort of actual relief.

And that was when he just stopped.

You moved your hips as if it would provide the friction instead, but both of his hands were suddenly gone. You pressed your thighs together, reaching with your own hand to finish yourself off, but it was slapped away before you could even get close, and so you sobbed in frustration, wriggling on the damn mattress as if it would soothe your need.

It took you a few painfully long moments to come back to your senses. Breath slowing down, the buzzing feeling in your head subsiding, sensation coming back into your limbs.

Your eyes eventually registered Jongin – he was resting his cheek on top of your bent knee, arms wrapped loosely around your leg in an intimate, loving position, so different from his cruel demeanor mere moments before.

He sat there in silence, watching your desperate and chaotic state with a small, content smile on his face, as if he took pride in nothing more than making you this pathetic, this hopeless, in drowning you in your own despair.

Your heart was slowing down, but it would be a lie to say that you felt any better. Your thighs were all wet from your arousal, and everything down there ached with how the pleasure was ruthlessly drawn away.

“Please” you mumbled with remains of strength, although you weren’t sure if your body could take any more of mistreatment.

“You can be tired now, love.”

Your eyes widened in realization.

“B-but…”

“Hm?”

Jongin’s head tilted innocently, although the look on his face held a threat behind, one that you wouldn’t dare to try and challenge. Your face must have displayed absolute defeat, all while Jongin’s was nothing but pleased.

“That’s what I thought, sweetheart.” His hand reached and patted your cheek lovingly, although there was something objectifying in it, as if he was patting a pet, or a favorite car, and not his lover’s face. You accepted your defeat.

Jongin sat next to you as you succumbed into the embrace of sleep, watching over you. Like a guardian angel – although a demon would be more appropriate in regards to his persona. You smiled at the thought.

With a tender kiss to your forehead, he whispered a goodnight, covering you with a blanket cozily and placing the fluffiest pillow right by your head, so you could wrap your arms around it if you’d like. Eventually, when he was certain you were almost asleep, he carefully got up from his place on your mattress and walked to the door, shutting it quietly to let you finally rest in the peace of your own space.

And in the last moments before falling asleep, you only wondered how long you will be allowed to rest before he notices that you pickpocketed his wallet again.

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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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Chanyeol x Reader: status quo. [+18]

➢ Genre: smut, domestic fluff

➢ Rating: +18

➢ Warnings: content as tagged above, cigarette use

➢ Word count: 2 459

➢ Release date: 6th Jan. 2023

This relationship is peculiar.

If you were to ask anyone, they’d probably guess it’s some friends-with-benefits scheme, maybe no strings attached or maybe on a more personal level, but definitely not one that lovers share. You’re not lovers – he doesn’t bring you flowers on the Valentine’s, doesn’t spend Christmas with you, you don’t live together and you’re not even entirely sure where he works – you vaguely remember he mentioned it once, but then the next time you brought it up, he was already working somewhere else, and didn’t really bother sharing details – not because he kept it a secret, it just didn’t particularly matter.

He’s in the balcony now, arms resting over the railing and a cigarette in hand, creating clouds of smoke disproportionate to its size. He has his jeans on and an unbuttoned, white shirt, looking the most casual and unbothered.

You stare at him dreamingly. Your eyes barely opened but it’s a nice sight, even despite slight blurriness of your eyes slowly adjusting to the conscious state. The balcony door is open wide, letting in fresh air, white curtains pushed to the sides, with their edges waving lightly in the wind.

It’s Sunday, there’s no rush, nothing much to think about. The sun is stronger than you remember it being yesterday. It’s still rather chilly at this time, so you shiver and wrap yourself tighter in your gray sheets. His bed is warm, even if his presence is already gone, along with his own warmth. The duvet is thicker than yours, pillows are somehow softer too, there’s no noise outside other than soft hum of cars some floors below – it’s not the biggest street, not much ever happens, and the sound barely reaches his apartment, only perceivable because he opened the balcony, but not enough to disturb you. You like sleeping here; not only for other benefits coming from spending time in his bed – you just enjoy the time of slumber.

“Yeol” you call rather quietly, but he moves at the sound, first putting the cigarette out in the ashtray kept on the window sill, then turning around to face you.

He enters the apartment again, stretching lazily; not only his shirt is unbuttoned, you now realize, his jeans are too, and gray boxers poke through, and it takes you the greatest power of will not to stare.

“You got anything to do today?” he asks. You expected him to stop by the bed and maybe, even, join you, but instead, he passes by and walks towards the exit – you stop him by reaching with your hand and hooking your finger through the belt loop of his pants, and he stumbles slightly before turning to face you, one eyebrow lifted expectantly.

“You.”

He grins, but the smile is rather short-living.

“Make us a breakfast and we’ll see.”

“Sure thing.”

You don’t need more encouragement. You pull yourself up with the help of his pants, unwittingly slipping them down a little bit. You quickly look in the mirror on one of the walls and frown at the messy look – your hair is all over the place, and the satin robe you slept in is completely crumbled and misplaced. You quickly untie it and tie again, a bit more reasonably. When you finish and turn around, you’re alone again. The door is slightly opened, and you stumble to your feet, rushing to the kitchen.

The smell of coffee is all you sense, and although it’s pleasant, it lacks a more fulfilling aroma, one of actual breakfast.

“Toast? Pancakes?” you ask.

“We don’t have bread. Nor milk” he huffs. “Just heat up the pizza from yesterday, it’s in the fridge.”

Your enthusiasm dies a little bit, but you mask it up, raising from the cupboard and opening the fridge instead.

“Maybe scrambled eggs at least?” you suggest, turning to him.

“No, then we won’t ever eat that pizza, don’t waste food” he scolds you. You pout but realize he’s right. Not the healthiest nor freshest choice, but pizza it is.

Even after heating up it tastes nothing like yesterday, but it doesn’t hurt you as much as you thought it would. The cheese still tastes like cheese, the corn still tastes corn, what’s there more to worry about.

The light entering the room through the window starts to strengthen and lose its chilly aura. The temperature starts to rise, to your relief, because the satin clothing is anything but warm. He rarely turns the heating on in his apartment – as though he’s constantly warmed up. It doesn’t bother you so much when you’re lying in the bed, chests pressed against each other, your breath hitting his neck and his – tickling your scalp. His bed has only the best things to it, only the warmest, the most comfortable ones; only good memories. A safe place.

“What about you? Any plans?”

He looks up from the spot he was staring at with a mindless look on his face for the last four minutes at least.

“Nothing much. Grocery, I guess.”

“May I?”

“Hm?”

“Do grocery.”

“It’s just a few things.”

“Still.”

He watches you silently for the next few moments, as though thinking into this matter way more than it was necessary, although you doubt he was spending this time thinking at all.

“Go ahead if you want. But I don’t think any stores are open yet.”

It’s early, very early, although the sun is already getting to life, you feel like even if the stores are open, it’s not entirely appropriate to show up at them at this hour. You yawn.

“We can go back to sleep and wake up at a better time” you offer. In fact, this night wasn’t as long as you’d like. You fell asleep late, tired, worn out, panting and blacking out before being carried into the bed and lulled into slumber. These few hours were not enough, and although there were no tangible remains of yesterday’s business anywhere to be found, the exhaustion was still there, slightly pushed aside by the morning aura, but coming back as it sets in and you find yourself thoughtlessly moving back towards the bedroom.

“What, really? Are you that tired?” He sounds more surprised than you think he should be.

“Yep.”

You become a bit grumpy when sleepy.

“You shouldn’t be tired. Not yet.”

He catches up on you right as you enter the bedroom and pushes you forward so you fall onto the mattress not as softly as you’d like, and face first – discomfort. You groan, reaching forward to prop yourself up on your forearms.

“Let’s just go to sleep” you whimper tiredly.

“No.”

You press your lips together.

“What do you want me to do?”

“Earn it. Earn your rest. You’re not tired enough, yet.”

The words take your breath away and you whimper when he straddles your thighs from behind, hands automatically finding support on your waist.

“Serve yourself when I sleep” you mutter, reaching to the nearby pillow and pulling it towards yourself.

His fingers find the hem of your robe, slowly pushing it up your legs, tickling the skin right below your bottom. You squirm with annoyance; you don’t have the strength to fight him now. But he doesn’t carry on with the silly act, and instead brings his hands closer to the middle, sliding his middle finger down until it brushes your center.

“Don’t sleep, I need to make you pass out first” he murmurs, but your arms only wrap around the pillow tighter, hearing him fidget with his clothes behind you. The touch of his bare flesh against yours feels the most familiar, and you suck in breath when he slides into you without any restraint, your body accommodating so fast with how it still hasn’t gotten back into its usual shape after yesterday.

There’s no much soreness to it, no much leftover pain. Everything is smooth and perfectly adjusted, and so are his movements, still so drowsy, making it clear that you’re not the only one who wishes to go back to sleep. It makes you hum in content, as if it could lull you back to sleep.

“Am I boring you?” he jokes, noticing you doze off despite his command.

“Maybe a little” you reply mischievously.

He grunts in annoyance, deciding to reposition, pulling you up by your waist to make you rest on your knees instead, while he kneels between them and then draws you back down onto his shaft. You let out a strangled sound at the new angle, slight burning sensation finding its way to your core, but it disappears rather fast and you mind it no longer. You’re crumbled a bit uncomfortably, your thighs hitting your tummy with every time he pulls you back down, but arms still wrapped around the beloved pillow, although in this position it’s way harder to stay mindless, constant movements quickly awakening muscle cramps from yesterday’s activities.

“Better now?”

“I don’t want to move” you whimper, but take no action, tired out of your mind.

With strength you wish you possessed yourself, he suddenly grabs your shoulder, flipping your body over so that you face him, although the pillow remains pressed against your chest as you hold it tightly. You can’t help yourself and glance down.

“Not bad” you admit, as if you haven’t seen him countless of times before. Chanyeol rolls his eyes.

His fingers push your knees apart again as he repositions himself at your entrance, thrusting in yet again without a warning, and this time, with this angle, you can’t help but let out a moan that he catches with his lips, one hand grabbing your hip tightly while the other rests next to your head as he thrusts into you with newfound vigor.

“Better now?”

You bite your tongue to hold back another teasing comment that wants to slip past; instead, you decide to let go of your pillow with just one arm and use it to pull his face down, making your lips meet again.

There’s many things you want to say, but none of them seem necessary to be spoken, and so you just enjoy the moment, bodies pressed against each other, Chanyeol’s breaths becoming ragged and your own turning into whimpers as the two of you get closer and closer.

His eyes slip closed and you finally let go of your pillow, throwing it aside and wrapping your arms around his neck, pressing his face into the crook of your neck with all the strength you have when you come undone with a strained moan released straight into his ear.

With a few more thrusts, he pulls out and you feel him spill on top of your pubic mound, his body heaving from exhaustion as he groans and lets his body fall atop of yours, no strengths left in either of you and you lie like this for what feels like forever, sticky from sweat and cum that probably got onto his bedsheets, which he doesn’t seem to care about as his entire focus is on coming down from his high. His eyes are closed tightly as he falls to the side and rests next to you, legs still tangled, his hand resting on your waist like it’s the most natural place for it to be. You watch him like he’s the prettiest picture; and, in a way, he is – angelic features, making him look almost innocent, if you didn’t know him for his personality.

You barely know each other; after all the time spent together, you realize, you know his intimate self without having much clue about his daily life. How true is that part of him, you think? Is it the real him, or is he putting up an act to boost his ego with how good he can make you feel, with how easily he can make you fall for him?

If either of you started a relationship, the other could not have any say in it. You didn’t make any deal out of it, in fact, you ponder whether the communication between you two is sufficient. And anything you think of it, you have no way of knowing if it isn’t one-sided as well.

But it fulfills you well. When he pulls you into his chest, letting you rest in the comfort of his embrace, you have a feeling that you don’t need anything more.

There are different types of love. Platonic love between friends, another kind that family members share, and yet another, controversial, love for inanimate objects. And then, there is love between lovers. But it’s not the type of love you share with him, and you somehow just know it’s neither what he feels towards you. But there must be something, some type of love that can describe the trust and reliance that you put in him, one for which a term such as “friends with benefits” would reduce the meaning of too much to be appropriate.

“What are you thinking about?”

You realize the tables have turned, and it’s him observing you now, head resting on his palm and a small smirk lifting the corner of his lips.

“Difficult things” you answer vaguely. You wonder what he would react like if you told him so suddenly that you’re thinking about love.

“Ah, so.”

The smirk doesn’t dissipate, and his gaze is piercing you, despite the reaction making it clear that he wants you to keep talking.

“I just wonder, what we will be doing in a few years from now, you know?” You feel like you’re touching a topic you shouldn’t, but the words just spill. “You know, will we still… meet like this?”

He watches you silently, the smile disappearing, giving way to a more thoughtful expression.

“What do you expect us to do?”

“What do you want us to?”

He tilts his head a little, although it’s already tilted in this position. The smile returns onto his face, calmer and even a bit lazy.

“I don’t mind the things staying the way they are, do you?”

You ponder on it a while longer, although drowsiness starts creeping into you again and the thoughts take longer and longer to form, and eventually, your eyes close and your breaths calm down. The last few moments of consciousness you spend focusing on his own chest moving, his warmth, his smell.

And you think that you don’t mind waking up like this for long years of your life, even if it would be just it – just lively evenings, quiet nights and warm mornings spent in his presence, just you and him, with your unromantic, yet not solely erotic, love you can’t name, but – you know now – is reciprocated by the one you chose to love this way.

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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.

⁂

“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.”

⁂

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.

⁂

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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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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bloodline. - ch. 1/5: bloodline.

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

Bloodline Masterlist || Fanfiction Masterlist

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.

⁂

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.

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