Hey!!! Just wanted to say hi and ask how are you doing? I hope you're doing good now ☺️ i wanted to peep at your old spencer reid fic that I've read before (you're such a great writer and your ideas were so good toooo!!) I've also peeped your bio that you're a new exo stan and as someone who also stanned the group since '12 I felt so so sorry that you started stanning them in the middle of every storms and thunders in the fandom and the group 😭😭 anyways i feel kinda geeked to see cm x exo enjoyer teehee hope you're doing well and take care!
That is truly such a sweet message🥹🥹
I’ve been doing really good, I started this new job recently and it’s been amazing!! I also broke up with my now ex boyfriend and I’ve never been happier honestly. 2026 has been SO good to me so far, truly feeling blessed and gonna keep on manifesting it <33
Ah yes EXO… it hasn’t been the most fun but I still love them individually and am hoping that at some point everything will be fixed (yes I might be delulu but who cares). It really opened my eyes to kpop in general and also Korean culture!!
sorry for yapping haha but thank you SO MUCH for such a sweet message!! I hope you’ve been well too ❤️
Summary: What kind of comfort can Baekhyun offer when y/n isn’t at her best?
Pairing: idol!baekhyun x fem!reader
Content: 18+ minors dni ⚠️ 🛑 the usual stuff!!! Don’t read these if you want to be unspoiled! Smut, fluff, masturbation (fem), p in v, fluffy bunnies, defining the relationship, soft!baek, whipped!baek, whipped!reader
Status: ongoing
Author’s Note: Thank you for waiting for this next chapter… things have been busy but it’s finally here at 5.9k words!
The airport felt familiar, yet unsettling as you made your way through security. The overhead lights were harsh, buzzing with an almost visible frequency… your body felt heavy and slow as if moving through sludge, and you struggled to lift your bags onto the conveyor belt of the x-ray machine. Baekhyun was two people ahead of you, never turning to look at you because you weren't supposed to know each other. You wished you could stay next to him, that he could help you with your heavy carry-on and that you could do the normal things that couples do when they travel together.
You started to panic as he passed through the full body scan, craning your neck this way and that to make sure he didn't leave you behind. Why didn't he wait for you after he collected his belongings? He told you he would stay far enough away so as not to draw attention, but close enough to make eye contact. As you made your way through security check and gathered your bags from the other side, you spotted his hat bobbing up and down, walking further away down the concourse. People had noticed him and a small crowd began to follow him, filming with their phones, calling his name… you needed to catch up.
You attempted to run but your legs now felt tingly and heavy, and no matter how hard you tried, you just couldn't go any faster.
"Baby!", you yelled. "Wait for me!"
He turned towards you and looked at you as if you were a stranger. Many heads turned to look in your direction as well, and their expressions mimicked his own.
"It's me!", you cried. "Help! I can't move!" The lights were so bright and your head felt like it would split open soon.
His eyes did not change- there was no recognition, no familiarity, no warmth. He turned and kept walking as you struggled with all your might to run but never moving more than a few inches. Sobs ripped through your chest and your hope dwindled as he and the crowd moved further and further down the airport terminal which led into a darkness that swallowed everything. This airport had a liminal quality that you didn't remember from the last time you were here. Fluorescent lights hummed and flickered overhead, dark halls branched off from the main thoroughfare, and apart from the crowd that had formed around Baekhyun, the airport was eerily empty. Quiet except for the sound of your wailing and begging for him to come back, to not leave you, to remember you.
"Don't leave me!"
You woke with a jolt, chest still heaving and heart pattering, the feeling of sorrow that the nightmare had caused lingered in your body as the details of the dream slowly seeped back into the ether. Your head pounded, a sharp stabby pain in your forehead, and you felt slightly nauseous as you reached out in the dark to find cold bedsheets where Baekhyun should have been.
The dregs of sleep still remained as your brain tried to put together pieces of reality- you were in Jeju, in the rental house. You still had two full days left with Baekhyun, and today you had big plans to visit the eastern side of the island. You checked your phone to find that it was late. Or early, depending on how you looked at it. 4:42 am.
An even sharper knife stabbed over your left temple. Not now. PLEASE.
A faint humming was coming from the direction of the kitchen, barely detectable but familiar. It warmed your insides to hear Baekhyun humming that same tune from the day before. You got out of bed and stepped into the slippers next to your side of the bed. As you shuffled into the kitchen, the notes rose and fell beautifully, a melody that had the potential to get stuck in your head. There he was in the same cozy sweatpants from last night with his favorite black chrome hearts hoodie on, sitting at the island, working on his laptop before the sun was fully up.
"Good morn—," he said. "What's wrong, pretty?"
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He stood up immediately as you pressed your palm into your forehead. You looked ash pale and the circles under your eyes were darker than usual.
"I think I'm getting a migraine," you said as he pulled you in for a hug. "What are you doing up so early?"
"Oh no, poor baby!" His hands flew to your head and immediately began squeezing and massaging your scalp. "I wanted to make sure to get some work done before our day started so there wouldn't be any interruptions."
"Please tell me you at least got some good sleep," you said, your voice muffled by his hoodie as he pulled you close and kissed the top of your head. Damn your hair smelled so good, like a sweet, warm spring day.
“I’ll be fine,” he said, although he really could have used a few extra hours of sleep. Today, he wanted to focus on you and only you if he could help it.
"I have some pills in my purse," you said as you pressed your forehead into his chest. "If I don't catch it now, it will be bad. Also I had a nightmare and it was awful and you weren't there when i woke up…" It sounded like you were close to tears.
"I'm sorry, baby," he said as he kissed your head again, "I wanted to let you sleep."
"It's okay," you said as your face resurfaced from his chest. He cupped your face with his hands and pressed his lips to your forehead, wishing he could suck the pain right out. But he might be able to help in another way.
You dug through your purse and fished out a transparent yellow bottle of what he assumed was prescription migraine medicine. He handed you his glass of water and you swigged the pill back.
"You should eat something," he said. "It's not good to take medicine with no food in your stomach."
"Ugh… I don't think I can right now. I might throw up." You did look clammy, and your skin had a sallow tint to it. He nodded and walked around the island to the freezer, pulling it open and searching for a few seconds before saying, "Ah! Yogi isso." He came away with an ice pack that he wrapped in a kitchen towel he found in the third drawer he had searched.
"Okay. Come with me, pretty," he said. He took your hand and looped it around his neck, his arm supporting your waist, and walked you back to the bedroom.
He sat you down on the bed and walked over to the bathtub, opening the hot water tap and plugging the drain. The sound of the water rumbling the bottom of the tub filled the quiet house with soothing vibrations, and he noted how just being in this space already felt so healing. It would be hard to leave it in a few days. He let that thought dissipate and focused on the task at hand— making his baby feel better.
"My mom used to get headaches a lot, and my dad would help her fight them like this. The water has to be very hot. Really hot, algetjjyo? The ice pack is for your head." He motioned to take your shirt off. "Is it okay?", he asked. You obliged and raised your arms as he lifted the shirt over your head. You took your bottoms off and he tried not to act like a typical guy seeing a beautiful naked woman (his woman), focusing instead on getting you into the tub safely. He felt so bad for you, the pain was written on your face as he helped you step down into the tub, and you hissed as your feet were met with a few inches of piping hot water.
"Ahh, it stings!"
"I know, is it too hot? Does it burn?", he asked as he walked over to the switch on the wall and dimmed the lights to almost nothing.
"No, it doesn't burn, I just need to get used to it."
You sat down and he sat cross-legged on the platform surrounding the tub, ice pack in hand.
"Okay, pretty, lay back. Keep your feet and hands in the water. I'm going to put the ice on your head, and you just close your eyes and relax, ok?"
"Mhm… it feels nice actually."
"Good," he giggled. "The hot water pulls the blood out of your head and into your hands and feet. The ice helps even more to shrink your blood… blood… ottoke malhae?"
"Blood vessels?" you said, eyes still closed and body still.
"Maja maja… blood bessels."
He sat there on the soft wooden planks surrounding the bath tub and held the ice pack to your forehead as a stillness settled over your body, the only movements coming from the steady rise and fall of your chest and the occasional fluttering movement of your eyelids. He couldn't help but stare at your beautiful face, and although it had lost its usual color, it was still just as striking as it had been that first night. His eyes wandered to your body, a sight he felt privileged to behold, and he felt honored that he would be the only one who got to see you like this from now on. He felt such a strong wave of affection pass over him as he sat there, taking care of you… his girl. It felt good to say it, even to himself. His arm was getting tired so he switched the ice pack to the other hand, perfectly content to just stay here if it meant he could offer you some relief. He could see your hands and feet turning pink in the hot water.
His eyelids grew heavy and he yawned as quietly as possible, but all of a sudden your body shivered. Goosebumps dotted your skin as you opened your eyes.
"Neo chuwo, jagi— oh! Uhhh I mean—," he stuttered. He panicked at the slip up. A look of amused realization appeared on your face.
"Were you just about to call me jagiya?" You smiled for the first time this morning and suddenly, him accidentally calling you "honey" didn't seem so scary.
"Maybe… it just came out naturally, since I was speaking in Korean."
"Well please do it more," you laughed, clutching your forehead in pain, which made you laugh more.
"Sorry, jagiya," he said, lacing his tone with extra sweetness. He kissed your lips, willing the pain to subside. How could those plump, pillowy lips send him into orbit every time?
He opened the taps back up, filling the tub with more water but not as hot this time, leaving the water on to fill the tub. "Let's get you warmed up, ok? A nice bath will help. Then we can get you back to bed."
"Thank you so much, baby. This is already helping so much. I'm starting to feel the meds kick in. I do have one favor to ask though."
"Mwo?"
"Can you please hold me? In here?"
"Of course," he said, smiling at the cute way you asked for something he would gladly do any time of day. He slipped his sweatpants and shirt off, and carefully climbed in behind you, the hot water feeling so soothing as he wedged himself behind you and pulling you closer to him by your waist. You rested against his chest as the tub filled with more steamy water.
He kissed your cheek and temple while his arms hugged you tight against him. He was getting a little bit flustered, feeling your naked body against his, your breasts floating and bobbing in the rising water, but he willed himself to concentrate on just being present and holding you. When the water had just covered your nipples, he reached a foot up and closed the taps, leaving silence except for the lapping of the water as he moved back into place.
It was bliss, soaking in a warm tub with you resting in his arms. He felt proud that he could do something to help you feel better, and now it was his turn to just rest in silence, in the most comfortable way possible. He couldn't remember the last time his body and mind felt so still, so peaceful. He never thought he could feel this way with someone else present, yet here he was, in Jeju with YOU of all people. His found treasure.
He thought you might have fallen asleep after five minutes when suddenly you turned your head back to look at him.
"Thank you. This was exactly what I needed."
"I'm so happy I could help. I've never had a migraine but seeing my mom suffer from them for years was always hard. They stopped once she got older."
"The doctors told me that would most likely happen for me too, but until then, I just have to deal with it. This hot and cold trick seems to have helped though. So thank you to Mr and Mrs Byun!"
He giggled and held you tighter, his heart about to burst. What would his parents think of all this?
He could tell you were beginning to feel better just by your voice. Thank goodness.
You reached a hand up and pulled his neck, kissing him lightly.
"This was exactly what I needed, too," he said, smiling and cringing at his cheesy line. But he meant it. You were turning him sappy and he was in too deep to care.
"Would it be okay if…," you paused and took a breath, "Could I ask you a question about work? If not, that's okay, you don't have to tell me. I've just noticed how much work you have to do and I can't help but feel a little guilty-"
"What do you want to ask, baby?" This was a subject you hadn't asked him about yet, and he often wondered why, considering how you had come to know him. He supposed you were trying to be respectful of the nature of his job and the obvious reasons why he couldn't tell you everything.
"Well, I can tell you're working on something big… it seems very important and you sounded excited about something during your call yesterday. I don't want to pry, but can you tell me anything about what's coming up at the end of the year?"
He could hear the hesitation in your voice. You were being so careful and trying not to overstep, and he wished so badly that he could tell you about his busy schedule, the tour coming up, the album he would release, but he was bound under contract to complete secrecy surrounding his plans for the new year. However, there WAS something he could tell you. Something he had dreamt about ever since he was a kid. It was a dream come true, really. And since the announcement would be made within the next few weeks, he felt like he could at least give you this.
"I can tell you something, but promise you won't tell anyone. I know you won't, but I just have to say it."
You held your pinky up and he linked his around yours as you said, "Yaksok. I swear I won't tell a soul!" You were beaming, a smile stretched across that pretty face in anticipation.
"Do you know of the game League of Legends?"
"Yes, I know of the game because of you, actually," you laughed. "Also, my best friend plays it sometimes. I tried once and sucked at it, so I stuck to my cozy games." Your laugh was so warm and made him feel completely at ease.
"Oh geuraeyo? Okay… you know how each year they release new music and the songs are performed at the world championship? Like KDA?"
"Oh my god, NO WAY." You turned your head to look at him. He couldn't help but smile so big, your expression was adorable. "BABY! You're performing at worlds?!"
"Yeahhh! I'm collaborating on a song with a bunch of artists and we are in a virtual group called Heartsteel," he said. His heart swelled with pride. Telling you made it feel more real.
"So you'll have a character and everything?!"
"Yessss. I'm going to play the part of Ezreal."
"No fucking way! This is amazing, baby!! I know how much this means to you. I remember you saying in an interview how the song Legends Never Die was like an anthem for you."
"Sometimes I forget how much you know about me. It's scary," he giggled and held you tighter against his chest, making the water slosh around the tub. How could you love him that much? That interview was a long time ago.
"You've been my hyperfixation for over a decade. Sometimes I scare myself with how much knowledge about you I've retained over the years. Does it make you uncomfortable that I know so much?" You looked back at him expectantly.
"No, not uncomfortable. It just makes me think about how much I still don't know about you." He thought for a second. "What's your best friend's name?"
"Alyssia. But I call her Lyss. I feel kinda bad. I haven't messaged her back since yesterday and she's probably worried about me. I really should call her. I can't wait until I can tell her that you're singing on a song for LOL and performing at worlds! Well, once the announcement is made anyway," you added.
"Mmm… you won't have to wait too much longer. The song comes out on the 23rd, and the ceremony is in November. I still can't believe… I feel a lot of pressure to do well. And I haven't met the other guys yet."
"You'll be amazing as always! Baby, I just realized this will be your fourth debut… First EXO, then as a soloist, then SuperM, and now Heartsteel!"
"Haha I didn't think of it like that! Wahhhhh! Michin go aniya?!"
"So crazy! I can't wait to see you on that stage!"
He sighed in satisfaction at having shared something so important with you and feeling immediate support in return. He could get used to this feeling, but he still needed to proceed with caution. He hated having boundaries with you but he felt like he was already taking so many risks…
"How's your head, pretty?"
"Getting better by the minute. I think I will be okay to go out today." You turned and kissed him softly. "Thank you for trusting me. I promise I won't ever betray that trust. I'll always be here to cheer you on." You kissed him again and his hands roved more freely down your arms, across your chest, your rib cage.
"That feels nice," you said, humming and closing your eyes as his lips landed soft kisses on your neck and shoulder. Your hardened nipples poking up out of the surface of the water weren't helping as he had tried not to make this about sex. But then you swayed your ass across his lap and he bit his lip. He knew your cues now. That movement was not accidental. It seemed as though you were feeling much better, and hornier by the way your subtle movements indicated. Who was he to deny his girl what she wanted and deserved?
His thumb grazed across your nipple and you arched your back, your ass pressing into his semi-erect dick.
"What else feels nice? How can I help you feel even better, jagiya?" He knew that word would light the fire, and if he was honest with himself, it turned him on too. It was a pet name he had only reserved for very serious relationships and he hadn't planned on using it, not yet, but that always seemed to be the case with you. Nothing was planned. He was operating purely on vibes.
You took his hand and guided it to your lower belly, and he obliged by stretching his long fingers across the soft skin there, rubbing in circular motions as your breathing sped up slightly. He squeezed your hips and upper thighs, massaging as you reached your arms back and laced your fingers behind his neck, giving him full access to your body.
He licked kisses along the edge of your ear, your cheek, your jaw, and your mouth as you turned back to taste him again... his right fingertips grazed your mound, his left ones cupped your breast as he pinched and rolled your hardened nipple gently with his thumb and forefinger.
"Eodiga kibun joayo? Yogi?" He whispered softly in your ear. Where does it feel good? Here? His long middle finger dipped in, coming in contact with your clit, brushing the softest of touches just how he knew you would like.
"Yes, right there," you said breathlessly. Your fingers pulled his hair a little tighter.
You watched his finger work in circles before turning your head back towards him, brows in a slight frown of pleasure, the color returning to your face, and without a word, he smashed his lips against yours, circling your clit with his index and middle fingers, adding more pressure where you needed it most. He placed a palm firmly on your lower belly, holding you tight against him while he followed your audible cues, slowing down and speeding up in intervals to work you up gradually into a state of growing desire. Your eyes were fixed on his as you alternated between kissing him, biting your lip and panting. It was heaven, you in his arms and at his mercy, watching the expressions on your face as he toyed with you. He kicked the drain plug out and the whirlpool began, the siphoning water echoing and bouncing off the walls and high wooden ceilings of the old house.
He kept his pace, making you whimper, jerk, and moan for him, and as the water level drained below his hands, he flattened his four fingers and swiped them across your slickened entrance, nimbly rubbing them back and forth while the water continued to circle the drain slowly. He slipped his middle and ring finger into you, gathering more wetness to aid his fingers across your clit, his feelings intensifying for you as he felt your body actually constrict around his fingers when he returned to your core every ten seconds to fill you up, make you wet again, rub, kiss, and repeat.
His cock was now hard and smashed up against his stomach, being deliciously stimulated by your ass and the water, your body weight pressing in tighter as the force of gravity increased with the loss of weightlessness that the water had once provided. You were all slippery against him as he ground his hips into you, and as your center of gravity had shifted, he hoisted you higher, lining his cock up with your entrance. He hooked his arms up under your knees and spread you open, kissing anywhere he could at this point.
His tip breached you shallowly a few times, the softness of your lips and folds were a kiss from heaven on the head of his cock before he pushed up into you, your warmth welcoming and so slick, setting his nerve endings on fire as he tried to get deeper with each thrust. This position was so fucking hot, and required a lot of muscle control to keep you balanced on top of him, but you were doing great.
"That's it baby… oh fuck, you feel so amazing on my cock." He kissed your neck as he rocked his hips as far as he could from underneath you.
"Oh my god, Baek" you moaned as you began to touch yourself while he fucked you. You laid back against him, off to the side and resting on one of his shoulders at the perfect angle to where he could see what your hand was doing. You used the tip toes of one foot for leverage against the tub wall as you opened your other leg wide and expertly rubbed your clit with those pretty fingers.
"Yes, baby, make yourself feel good. You know how to do it just right, don't you?"
Your moans were growing louder. He reveled in watching you touch your body and seeing exactly how you could make yourself come. Your pointed toes curled and he could tell it felt good to be filled up and externally stimulated at the same time. His mind flickered to the time you told him you would masturbate while thinking about him jerking off and it was just all so goddamn hot. And right now, he could feel your walls fucking contracting around him as you gasped and moaned at the stimulation you were giving yourself. It was extremely sexy, yet educational as he studied the speed and motion of your fingers. He would remember this moment and put it to good use in the future.
"I love watching you, pretty." He kissed your cheek as your fingers moved slightly faster at the sound of his voice in your ear.
"Look at how you love yourself… You look so fucking beautiful like this, jagiya…" He watched with an open mouth at the way you reacted to that word again. It was like a magic spell. He smiled and giggled once at his newfound power word. And it came so naturally, easier with every utterance of the word. Jagiya. She is such a sweetheart. My sweetheart. Mine.
"FUCK, I'm gonna cuuum! I'm sorry!" You looked genuinely displeased with yourself, turning your head back to him for another kiss but moaning into his mouth as your fireworks show began.
"It's okay baby… Fuck, I love how tight you feel when you cum, you feel so good."
No wonder men went to war for this feeling. For the love of a beautiful woman.
You reached forward with your other hand to feel him pumping inside you as your climax hit, the pain in your head seemingly long gone and replaced by that all-consuming euphoria… he hugged your waist tight against him with one arm, his free hand resting on the top of yours, also feeling the base of his cock being hugged by you… his fingers felt so good, adding more sensation as he glided in and out of you, so close to the fingers you were using to get yourself off, but not daring to interrupt your rhythm as you rode yourself out on him, your inner muscles clenching in rhythmic spasms and squeezing him so deliciously. Your ass ground and slid against his hips and taut lower abdomen as you took your pleasure at your own pace, your body rolls sending him straight into space. He always loved this part when you would let go of control and let your body take over, doing whatever would satisfy that basic primal need to fuck yourself on him however it called for. Not to mention the beautiful, salacious and swoon-worthy sounds coming out of your mouth. This addiction was dangerous. You were fucking him so well. How would he ever be able to go without it?
His still-hard cock begged for more friction as you began to slow down, having spent your energy in his lap, but he could wait a little while longer. He needed to make sure you could take more, make sure you would be able to enjoy the love he wanted so desperately to fuck into you right now.
"You have no idea how fucking beautiful you are when you do that." He was breathing hard and every clench of your post orgasm aftershocks just made him hornier. "Feeling better, pretty?"
"I think I've discovered a cure for my migraines," you said as you lifted yourself off of his dick and turned to face him in a crouched position.
"Sex?", he asked.
"More specifically," you said, "Byun Baekhyune mabop gochu."
"HAAAAHHHHA! Hahahahah!" He fought for breath as tears collected in his eyes, the timing of your joke could not have been more perfect. My magical pepper… how did she know Korean slang?
"Ahhhh jjinja!", he said as he wiped his eyes. "Jiinja utkkyeo!”
"I'm serious," you said, but your stifled laughter betrayed you. "Your dick has magical healing powers." You looked down at it, still stiff and waiting to be touched, stroked, licked, sucked. It did a little flick upward as you stared as if daring you to make any sort of contact. Goosebumps had covered his damp skin and he felt prickles and chills erupt down his arms and legs.
"Come on," you said as you stood, holding out a hand to help him stand and crawl out of the tub with you. "You can fuck me however you want, jagiya," you said in the most scintillating tone. His lust dialed to one-hundred as he followed you to the bed and joined you under the covers. It sounded even better when you used the word.
You both shivered as he pulled you in close, still wet from the tub but it didn't matter. He needed to be inside you again. He couldn't recall ever having so much sex and yet craving more after each time it ended.
He licked into your mouth, shared your breath, and sucked on your lip as he ran his hands over your chilled skin. Where your bodies touched, however, there was heat present, such a nice contrast to the cool sheets and water droplets that still clung on after the bath. You made little involuntary sounds every time he switched sides to kiss you at a new angle or groped a different part of your body, and it was driving him mental, the wolf inside taking over again. He needed to consume you. If he could swallow you whole, he would.
He lifted your leg over his hip and lined himself up with you once again, so eager to feel your warmth envelop him, and as he drove into you, his moan came out in a drawling rasp, a desperate, yet satisfied sound. Waves of pleasure emanated from his center as he fucked into his favorite person. He needed to do something with his mouth. He took your nipple and sucked a few times before clamping it gently with his teeth. His tongue flicked back and forth across the surface of your hardened bud and he felt your pussy constrict around him… it was all too much. He was so close as he drove into you. You licked up his neck and began to suck on his earlobe and it was the last straw to break him. His climax came strong and hard as he felt that delicious release, the slippery and wet liquid he spilled into you adding more lubrication to push that much further.
He groaned as his muscles contracted the last few times, emptying every drop he could into that perfect pussy that was only his.
FUCK.
"I'm sorry, I think I blacked out. I was lost for a minute. You didn't get to come again, right?", he said.
"Baby..."
"Mian. I will make it up to you."
"If you didn't remember, I just had an insane orgasm not even ten minutes ago," you laughed. "Plus, I like it when you lose yourself like that. It's so fucking hot. I can't believe I get to be your fuck toy! What an honor!", you shouted as you rolled on top of him.
"You're more than that, pretty!" He hoped you knew how important you were to him. Had he done enough? You weren't just a fuck toy.
"Oh yeah? What am I then?" You nudged his nose with your own before kissing him sweetly.
"Nae…"
Just say it.
"Neonun nae yeochiniya."
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He said it. You know you heard it right. Right?
"Yeo-chin… as in yeojachingu? Girlfriend? Do you mean that?"
"De… neo ne yeojachingu, geuroji?" You're my girlfriend, are you not? He gave you that cheeky, quizzical smile and laughed and your insides turned to jelly. He called you his girlfriend. If ever there was a pinch me moment, this was it.
"Maja! Geurigo… neoneun ne namjachingu, matjji?" That's right! And… you're my boyfriend, right?"
"Ohhh, neomu joa!! Eung, naneun ne nam-chiniya!!", he said so cutely that you though you might combust. Ohhh, very good! Mhmm, I'm your boyfie! There was no way this was real. You hugged him so tight that your muscles shuddered.
"This is actually the best day of my life. And to think it started out so bad!" You wished you could just freeze time for a while and stay inside this bubble for as long as you wanted.
"Oh yeah, you said you had a bad dream… do you remember what it was about?"
"Well…," you paused. "It was about you."
"Na?" He looked shocked. It wasn't what he had expected to hear.
"Yeah. We were in the airport, and I was trying to follow you through security. Then you left me behind and were surrounded by all these people who were taking videos and photos. I couldn't catch up because my legs wouldn't move fast enough. Have you ever had one of those dreams?"
"Yes, and it's so annoying! Poor baby…"
"Yeah, so you left me behind and when I called out for you, you acted like you didn't know me at all. Literally my worst nightmare."
"Ahhhh, mianhaeyohhhh!" He rolled you to the side and rocked you back and forth while patting your head, which made you laugh.
"It's okay! It turned out to be the best day ever!"
Your phone buzzed on the side table and you reached for it while Baekhyun stayed clinging to you, nuzzling his face into your neck. It was a text from Lyss.
This is a wellness check! Are you alive?! I just need proof of life and then I will let you be a hermit again!
SORRY!!! Yes I am alive and well! Thank you for checking on me 🥹 I love you and have so much to tell you!
FUCK! Ok, don't ever scare me like that again. I hope you're having fun!! MISS YOU 🥲
MISS YOU TOO MY LOVE! Hope you have a good night
"It's just Lyss checking on me again."
"She sounds like a good friend."
"She's the best!"
You snuggled back in to soak up all of the body contact you could get before the day started and you were forced to behave yourself again in public.
The house had grown brighter in the last hour and you could see the delicate constellations of moles that dotted his face, neck, and ear, which you studied and willed yourself to memorize.
"I guess I should finish up my work, and then we can get ready," he said.
"Noooo," you whined. "Stay. Just a little longer. I don't want to share you with anyone else yet."
He chuckled- the sound you could never fully get used to hearing in person rumbling against your chest. It sounded even better with the aid of the acoustics of the wood and stone surrounding the bed.
"Arasso, jagi."
"Don't call me that unless you want me to fall harder for you," you said. It was the nail in the coffin. You were his forever, whether he liked it or not.
"Eung," he said. He looked deep in your eyes with affection pouring out, the dark brown of his irises like molten chocolate. "Y/n… I—," he paused. "I like you so much."
It isn't I love you, but it's close enough.
"I like you more."
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Summary: A slice of life, living the dream in Jeju with Baekhyun… It’s time to explore the island together, and learning how to not show PDA is a bit challenging.
Pairing: idol!baekhyun x fem!reader
Contents: 18+ minors do not interact! ⚠️ don’t read the warnings or tags if you prefer to read unspoiled! Smut, fluff, spit, praise, swearing, p in v, oral (m & f receiving), pinning/ soft restraint, soft!baek, lots of kissing 😚
Status: ongoing
Author’s note: Thank you once again for your patience as I’ve been so busy! Hopefully the 7.1k+ words will make up for it! As usual, please let me know what you thought of this chapter! I love you guys so much!! Enjoy ☺️ 💞
the song ~ Happy Accident by CHANYEOL
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Life was so unpredictable. That was one fact that Baekhyun could always rely on in his three decades of being alive. The trajectory of his life was something that he had always found fascinating, and it was a subject he liked to revisit in moments of gratitude or times of hardship, but especially at times such as this one. This moment of utter bliss and genuine happiness that had caught him up in a gust, just like the winds blowing over the hills of Saebyeol Oreum.
The large volcanic cone of earth, covered in silver eoksae grasses of varying heights and stages of autumnal blooming, loomed before him; you were climbing ahead of him at a steady pace up the narrow footpath towards the summit. You occasionally turned back to him to smile, catch your breath, or to point at something in the distance for him to notice. It was so cute, seeing your childlike sensibilities come forth in a new and natural setting like this, and he could easily imagine what you must have been like as a little girl. Suddenly he had the desire to see your baby photos. There was so much still that he wanted to know about you, so much of your life shrouded in mystery and he couldn't wait to peel back the layers of your life.
Just a little over two weeks ago, you were a total stranger to him. Now, a very, very important person who had seemingly fallen from the sky and into his life.
Yes, life was so unpredictable.
"Look! Windmills! And over there is Biyangdo Island!" You were both panting as you reached the summit; the climb had been steeper and more challenging than expected, but the view was worth it. The glittering turquoise sea stretched out beyond the western coastline of Jeju in a panorama of greens, browns, and deepest blues.
"You know more about this island than I do, and I've been here many times," he said between labored breaths. "My little tour guide!"
"You just leave the vacation planning to me. The research is half the fun!" You had stopped to admire the sprawling vista before you as he came up behind you, scanning the view with his hand shielding his face from the harsh glare of the midday sun. Better yet, he turned his hat he had been wearing backwards to protect his face even though the sunlight felt amazing on this bright, clear October day. He had already taken his sweatshirt off, surprised at how hot he had gotten on the hike up the hill. The sky was the type of blue that didn't seem real for how vivid and cloudless it was. The sudden boost of serotonin made him feel like anything was possible.
"Where do you want to go next?", he asked. "If you could go anywhere in the world." Until now, the idea of traveling to a destination to meet you hadn't yet crossed his mind, but the thought was extremely enticing.
"Like… together or?", you said, turning him with a surprised smirk.
"Yesssss," he said in a sweet tone, "you and me. On a trip. Together." He emphasized the last word.
"Do you really mean that?"
"Yeah, why wouldn't I?", he replied.
"Need I remind you how unbelievable all of this still is? A few weeks ago, I couldn't have even made this up in my wildest fantasies, and here you are talking about traveling. With me."
He pulled his mask back on and his cap down lower over his forehead as a small group of breathless ajummas approached the outlook spot. He couldn't let his guard down too much. It was unlikely they would know who he was, but still…
You were still grinning and giddy as you pulled your mask back on as well, turning to see who he was looking at. The plan was to stay vigilant about wearing masks when in public.
"I would love to go anywhere with you, pretty," he said as he grazed your hand with his thumb, staring at the swaying sea of silver grass down the slope. "I don't know when, but let's go somewhere together, ok? Make a list and we will make it happen. I promise."
"Jjinja?!" You jumped up and down, grasping his neck and before thinking, he caught you mid-jump and lifted you up in an embrace that was a bit risqué for public spaces, drawing the attention of the old ladies. They were giggling, covering their mouths and pointing, clearly amused at the cute couple having a rather intimate moment. He let you down slowly until your tiptoes reached the ground and pulled you by the hand, walking further away and adding distance between you and their gaze.
"Yes! Jjinja… let's go," he said, gesturing with a nod towards the ladies, hinting that they had noticed and you needed to get going.
"Oh, I'm sorry," you whispered, "I just got so excited, I forgot where I was for a second." He didn't want you to feel bad. This was one of the hard parts. He wished you could be free to express your joy instead of having to stifle it like this.
As soon as you were downhill and out of their line of sight and, he pulled your masks down, drawing you flush to his body.
"It's okay. We just need to get used to this. We're not used to having to hold ourselves back. Like right now," he looked around, making sure no one was in sight. "I haven't kissed you in about fifteen minutes and I'm going crazy." You smiled and sucked your bottom lip, and his restraint was useless- it was enough to draw him in. Your body felt so good as he pressed you against himself. As he kissed you, he smelled your delicate bouquet of sunscreen, perfume, and sweat… this soft and sweet kiss could have easily turned into something slow and sensual if he allowed himself to continue.
Later.
"I can't wait to kiss you in all of the different cities we visit," he said, your beautiful eyes reflecting his exact sentiment.
"Mmhmm," you replied. It seemed he had rendered you speechless again.
"Mmhmmm!", he imitated, making fun of you. Teasing you was quickly becoming one of his favorite things to do. Laughing, he pulled you along with him. "Let's go!"
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Baekhyun's hand rested on your thigh, his slender fingers grazing and squeezing occasionally as you navigated the route to the next stop. His sunglasses were on, his trucker hat askew and his favorite zip hoodie thrown haphazardly on the seat behind him as he steered the car with his other arm, effortlessly turning the wheel with the palm of his hand. Why was it so damn attractive?
He hummed and sang along to the radio, causing your heart to swell to the point you didn't know if you'd ever be this happy again. He looked so hot today. The backwards cap, plain T-shirt, hoodie, loose-fitted black athletic pants he wore and the simple jewelry adorning his neck and fingers showcased his impeccable taste. Sure he was wearing athletic shoes, but a closer look told you they were from the latest Balenciaga collection. You could describe his everyday style as causal elegance. Each piece was understated, yet you knew they cost about as much as several months of your rent. Even after a steep hike, he still smelled expensive and delicious and your mind wandered to the next time you'd get to indulge in him again, never quite satisfied and forever craving more of him.
"Take this next exit, baby," you said.
"Ne," he answered cutely.
The plan was to grab a quick bite to eat at a café called Friture, then head to see the Cheonjeyeon waterfalls and visit Yakcheonsa Temple.
You hadn't abandoned your plans to make a vlog of your Jeju trip; in fact, having Baekhyun here with you made it so much easier to stay organized while grabbing some amazing footage of the locations you visited. He even became a second videographer, filming shots of you enjoying scenery, coffee drinks, and snacks along the way.
Friture was not a Jeju hot spot. You had looked at Naver maps for cafes along the route from Saebyeol Oreum and the waterfalls, and this adorable cafe inside a small house immediately stood out to you. They had an understated, rustic vibe from the look of it on their Instagram profile, the drinks and pastries looked delicious, and you thought about how nice it would be to visit somewhere new, and possibly send them more business if they were featured in your vlog.
The cafe had a very Ghibli quality about it, and the building felt lived-in, as if a Jeju resident had invited you into their home for an afternoon tea. The owner's personal taste seemed to appreciate antiques and objects that may have been discarded but given new life in this sweet little house. An old typewriter, a cutting of a pothos plant in a glass jar, a pinecone, an empty gilded picture frame… this was your kind of coffee shop. You and Baekhyun walked around, surveying the knickknacks, stopping at a mirror with the words "Oneuldo mani yeppeune."
"It's true," he said as he looked at your reflection from behind you, pulling down his mask for a few seconds to utter those two words in your ear, his tickling warm breath and vocal fry sending chills down your arm. It took you a few seconds to read the words and then it clicked. It said "you're pretty today, too". His dark eyes sparkled as he eagerly nodded, lips pressed in a line and stretched across his face in his knowing smile. He knew how to drive you crazy with just a look and a few words. He chuckled under his breath as he lifted the mask back over his mouth and nose.
It was both a blessing and a curse being out in public with him. The tension had been slowly building and you had to admit it was fun flirting with each other but having to hold back. You could feel the moisture in your underwear that had nothing to do with sweating.
After placing your order, he carried the tray of food and drinks outside to the table you had chosen in the shade. Lush greenery hung wildly from trees and spilled over low stone walls enclosing the property.
"Hold your drink up a little higher and look this way." He was really good at this. How you would have been able to pull all of this off for the YouTube channel on your own, you had no idea. "Perfect. Now take a sip," he directed. With an exasperated sigh, he exhaled and smiled, shaking his head. "Oh no Y/n," he said, "you look too sexy when you do that! Your viewers are going to fall in love with you, pretty!" You laughed at the flattery, feeling all of the butterflies as he teased you. "A ni… Stop laughing! I'm serious…" he said. You laughed harder.
"You better stop with the flattery or I might start to believe you," you giggled, blushing at his rapt attention.
"Ottoke?!" Baekhyun was laughing, but the look in his eyes betrayed the fact that he was feeling just as horny as you had been for him all afternoon.
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You were able to get some beautiful footage of yourself enjoying the dancing cascades of water at Cheonjeyeon, the water falling in tiered levels down the side of a cliff into a body of water also known as "The Pond of God". Lush greenery clung to the surrounding cliffs and reflected in the pool of jade and turquoise water, looking like a scene from a fairy land. It truly felt like the Hawaii of Asia with the volcanic rock, tropical foliage, and palm trees surrounding the cove. You both added your own stack of basalt rocks next to dozens that had been left there before you.
The final place on your list was Yakcheonsa. This Buddhist temple was the largest of its kind in Asia, its grandeur standing at the top of a hill in stark contrast with the deep blue of the vibrant afternoon sky. More palm trees and two dol hareubang (stone statues of protection and guardians against evil spirits dating back at least five-hundred years) welcomed you at the entrance to the temple grounds. The spectacle was breathtaking as you walked the path leading uphill towards the temple, feeling like you were exiting the earth and entering a heavenly realm.
As you made it to the top courtyard, you grabbed Baekhyun's hand and pulled him toward a table stacked with hundreds of what appeared to be black roofing tiles. This was one of the main attractions you had read about.
"I'd like to buy two please," you asked the monk sitting at the table.
Baekhyun looked at you with a quizzical look, either impressed with how much your Korean had improved, or wondering exactly why you were buying random roof tiles.
"Thank you," you said to the man as he handed them to you along with two silver permanent markers.
"These are wish tiles," you explained. "The temple sells them to help pay for roof maintenance. We write our wishes on the underside of the tiles and then they get put in a stack for future use. The monks will bless them before they're eventually installed."
"I shouldn't be surprised that you know more about this than I do," he said.
"Let's go sit over there and write our wishes!", you laughed and dragged him to a nearby bench.
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Strong Leadership. Honest people surrounding me. Always give more love than I receive.
He finished writing the words and walked his tile over to add to a pile stacked next to the temple. You weren't far behind him, adding yours on top of the tile he had just set down.
"Come sit." You patted the space on the bench. "I have a gift for you." You smiled and dug through your purse pocket, fishing out a small mesh drawstring bag. You placed it in his hand and he pulled the top of the bag open, pinching something beaded and taking it out to look at it more closely in his palm. A bracelet of clear yellow beads gleamed at him and he looked up at your smiling face, wondering why you had suddenly given him this bracelet.
"I got you this at the temple last week, but I had forgotten to give it to you before I left. When i found it in my suitcase, I cried because I thought I had missed my chance to give it to you. I know it's not anything fancy, but there is meaning behind it."
"Really? What does it mean?" He slipped the circle of beads over his hand; the cool, smooth stones had a comfortable weight and fit just right on his wrist.
You took the piece of paper out of the bag and he read it aloud. "Citrine- For success in new beginnings. Wealth. Prosperity. Luck in business," he said. What a thoughtful gift.
" I was drawn to this bracelet before I even knew what it was for. And when I read this, I knew I had to get it for you."
"Baby… this is so nice. Thank you for thinking of me. I love it."
"You don't have to wear it, but it can be a good luck charm for when you're working or in need of a little magic." You smiled so sincerely, it melted him. What a sweetheart you proved to be over and over again.
"I will wear it, of course. And I can also keep it in my pocket or on my desk! It's special because it's from you. I wish I had something to give to you, too." He said apologetically.
"Baek, no. This isn't a gift exchange. I don't expect anything in return, I just wanted you to have it. Plus, you have done SO MUCH for me already. It's the least I could do."
"Thank you, Y/n. really."
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The sunshine lasted throughout the afternoon, but a gray blanket of clouds had unfurled across the island, and it seemed as though the evening would be a rainy one according to your weather app. Your plans for dinner had changed from going out to ordering food for delivery and staying in for the night. Without the sunshine, the damp air had turned chilly, and you could think of no other way you would rather spend the evening than with Baekhyun in your cozy sanctuary while rain softly pattered against the windows and time-worn tiles of the house's old roof.
He had stationed in the tea nook, earbuds in and answering calls and emails, his limbs tucked neatly and his laptop balanced on the tiny table. The island and barstool probably would have been more comfortable, but you were currently in the kitchen, tidying up a bit before dinner arrived, so he opted for the small, round tea table and floor mat as his makeshift desk.
He pushed his hair back off of his forehead, his baggy gray sweatpants and simple black t-shirt combo lighting a small fire in your belly as you washed some dishes. Why did he have to be so damn sexy in casual clothes? You couldn't help but steal glances at him every few seconds, hoping to occasionally catch his eye. He would stick his tongue out or blow air kisses at you as he talked to faceless correspondents, playfully acknowledging you, and it struck you again that this was real. He was here. He was sitting in the dream vacation rental you had scrimped and saved for, conducting his business. It was inconceivable. He winked at you.
Fucking hell, Baekhyun.
You couldn't wait for him to stop working so you could kiss him, feed him, make him laugh, please him, do whatever he wanted. How could you miss someone who was sitting in front of you?
He looked so very attractive in work mode, the intense concentration on his face as he typed, his serious expressions as he talked business. You picked up words here and there, but the fast speech and the vocabulary he used were far more advanced than your studies had prepared you for, and you realized how far you still had to go before reaching fluency in Korean.
It felt so domestic. He worked. You cleaned. You weren't one for adhering to traditional gender roles in a relationship, but he made you want to get on your knees and be the woman he deserved for how well he treated you. You had done a lot of thinking about Korean men and their somewhat antiquated culture concerning women and relationships, but Baekhyun so far had demonstrated respect and equality, never once making you feel like you had to fulfill any preconceived expectations. You and he shared an easy flow, and you figured time would tell if it would remain like this. Although he seemed otherworldly, he was human, and a man after all. You weren't naive enough to expect perfection in this relationship. There would have to be some point where you'd have a disagreement or conflict, but right now you couldn't imagine anything in the world that he could do to anger you or cause a fight.
You sprayed the counter and wiped vigorously in circular motions, deep in your thoughts as the cement surface gleamed.
You looked up at him again and found him staring at you with a soft expression, his tender eyes and parted lips transforming seconds later into a devastatingly warm smile. Your insides danced as you realized he had been watching you, feeling suddenly self-conscious under his gaze. It wasn't necessarily uncomfortable, but he had a way of looking at you as if he could read your mind; his gaze felt so intimate. It was disarming.
At the same time, it felt like an irresistible magnetic force had been activated and your feet started moving before you even noticed. He watched you with rapt attention as you closed the distance, his speech compartmentalized and still talking to someone on the other line, but never looking away from you as his eyes drew you to him. He puckered his lips as you stopped in front of him, face turned up expectantly.
He wanted a kiss!
You crouched down and happily obliged, smashing your smiling lips against his puffed-out pucker.
"Gomawo," he mouthed before resuming his normal volume as he chatted. His eyes sparkled as you stood back up, and his mouth pressed together in that affectionate close-lipped smile that had the power to melt you on the spot. When would he be done with work? Your body longed for more contact.
You made your way to one of the two beds in the house, the one you had slept (and fucked) in the night before, and began collecting all of the discarded clothes still left on the floor. The dress he had unbuttoned and let gravity slip off of your body, his shirt and jeans and tie you had ravenously torn from his. The tie… You could put the tie to good use later. You giggled and your gut stirred as images swam in your mind. The other bed would be the perfect setting for what you wanted to do.
Baekhyun's voice carried throughout the house as he continued his work, and it was the perfect soundtrack as you tidied the items that had somehow traveled and deposited themselves in every corner of the house in the last two days. It felt like some sort of alternate timeline where you had been transported to someone else's life- playing house and pretending you were married to a handsome businessman and living in a renovated hanok… You wondered when your luck would run out, because you were sure it should have run out a long time ago, yet here you were, living your dream vacation with the man you utterly adored and worshipped. The annoying little voice that always managed to plant seeds of doubt in your mind threatened to return when a buzzing in your pocket jolted you back to reality.
The food order you placed earlier had just been delivered, and after retrieving it from the front gate, your stomach as if on cue began its gurgling and growling. The Ddosirang kimbap you had seen on a food vlog had been the option Baekhyun had gone for, along with a savory doenjang jiggae to warm you up on this rainy, cozy evening.
You set the food on the counter as you heard him wrap up what you hoped would be his last call of the evening.
He met you at the kitchen counter as you unpacked the feast from the large paper bag, unstacking the aesthetically pleasing stamped boxes of kimbap and the container of stew, grabbing plates, bowls, and utensils from the open shelving.
Baekhyun sat on a barstool, his eyes growing wide as he took in the delicious looking dinner spread while you opened each one up to inspect the contents. As you rounded the island to stand in front of him, however, as softened expression replaced the excited one from seconds ago.
"Yeppeo."
He had never used the Korean word for pretty before. "Pretty" had become his English pet name for you, which you adored being called, but it felt different being looked straight in the eyes by Byun Baekhyun and called beautiful in his native tongue. There was nothing special about how you looked at that moment. In fact, you felt sloppy in the giant t shirt he had given you on the first night (now your most prized possession) and the baggy sweatpants that had faded and thinned with years of wear (you just couldn't part with them). Your hair was still damp and un-combed from the shower you'd taken, your face bare.
"Wae ireoke yeppeunji?" He said it with such affection, it made your insides squirm. How could you ever recover from being coddled and babied like this, by a man you would burn the world down for?
You blushed and looked away, his gaze too much for your heart to handle, saying simply, "Stop it, baby… "
"What, am I not allowed tell my baby she is beautiful?" He touched the side of your face and turned your head to face him again. "From the moment I first saw you, I thought so."
"I'm going to try and be better at taking compliments, so thank you, Baek. You have no idea how it makes me feel to hear you say it."
"Well, it's true, so you better believe me when I say it! Yae?!" His volume raised as the playful demand and scolding expression brought on a fit of laughter; somehow he always managed to brighten your mood exponentially.
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You clung to him so tightly around his middle, nestling between his legs, his body finally getting the contact it craved for the last few hours.
"How do I miss you so much when you're right here?", you said, still wedged between his legs. If it was anyone else, it would seem clingy, but it was you. And he felt the same way. He had watched you flit from room to room, cleaning and smiling at him every two seconds, and he missed you. He really did.
I'm in so much trouble.
Your face buried even deeper into his neck, sending chills down his side, the warmth of your breath and your cold nose tickling and lighting up his nerve endings. He hugged you closer, craning his neck wider, rubbing his hands over your back as he felt your tongue lick and lips kiss the sensitive spot under his ear. Goosebumps erupted along his arm and leg, and he felt his cock tingle, stirring awake at the delicious sensation.
"Do you have any idea what you in gray sweatpants does to me?", you said, your voice straining with unmasked desire.
"Do you have any idea what watching your boobs jiggle in that shirt while you clean does to me?"
He felt the head of his dick pushing against the soft fleece of the inside of his sweats. He had thrown on his gray sweatpants after arriving back at the house, quickly showering and starting the work and business calls that had needed his attention. The feeling of your light touches through the single layer of fabric sent waves of pleasure throughout his body.
He raised an eyebrow and bit his bottom lip as you grasped him through his pants- your fingers lightly tickled and nails raked deliciously over his length, making him stiffer. You looked down at it, playing with the elongated shape, teasing him, pupils growing wider by the second.
"It's been a very interesting experiment, going the whole day without being able to do exactly what I want with you," you said as you kissed him, your flirty smile and strain in your voice dialing up his desire even more. "Watching you work just now, and not being able to run and tackle you was really hard." You continued to stroke him through his sweatpants and he could already feel the precum leaking from his cock tip. He closed his eyes and breathed slowly, focusing on every small sensation your hands wrought.
With his eyes still closed, he asked, "I thought you were hungry. Don't you want to eat?" His eyes blinked open when your hands left him to find you taking your hair tie off of your wrist.
"Ravenous," you said as you tied your into an effortless messy bun on the top of your head.
Oh fuck.
You tucked your hands under the hem of his shirt and ran delicate fingers along his stomach, inching below his waist band until they reached the base of his cock.
"Oh sweet Jesus, you're going commando? No wonder it has been staring at me and teasing me all night! Your dick print in these sweats has had me salivating, baby."
Smiling, his eyes fluttered closed again and his legs opened wider at the delightful sensation of you reaching down to grasp him and begin to pump your hand over his length. You stretched his waistband out far to reveal his leaking cock standing at attention and so ready for you.
Tongue first, you bent forward to lick his tip, taking the bead of his precum to combine it with your own saliva and dribble it back onto the head.
"Oh my fucking god," he said. His mouth opened wide, panting as your lips formed an "o" and slid over the tip, the cocktail of both your juices making it easy to take him into your mouth in one slippery motion. "Baby," he hissed, his eyebrows pushed together in pleasure, his stomach clenching as you worked back up to the tip only to plunge back down his length again. Your hands joined in the fun, adding more surface contact to his needy cock and balls, just the way he liked to be touched. "Fuck!"
"You taste so good, baby. I've wanted you in my mouth all day," you said as you made your way towards his balls and lapped them like a kid with a popsicle, your hand stroking him all the while.
He was going insane, gripping the edge of the counter to stabilize himself on the barstool as you slid one slippery finger to the back edge of his balls and pressed into the sensitive skin there, so close to his ass that stars swam in his vision. He couldn't stop swearing and praising you for the way you were pleasing him.
"I love what you're doing to me, pretty. Ahh, fuck!" His stomach convulsed as you wrapped your lips around him again and sucked hard, your cheeks sinking inward as you bounced up and down while your hands continued to roam and tease and slide, all the different ways of touching him were in perfect harmony. His hand rested lightly on the back of your neck, but he didn't try to guide you this time… he wanted you in full control of his pleasure.
You moved your swollen lips to the crease of his groin and the triangle of skin above his dick as your hand pumped up and down. It really looked like you were enjoying it too- he didn't worry about the fact that he hadn't shaved in a few days, about the fine, sparse hairs he usually kept so neat and tidy. He didn't have to feel self-conscious with you. Instead, he let his lust for you grow, watching you lavish your adoration upon his body. This is what it was like to feel truly connected to someone, and he opened his heart fully, craving the closeness to his treasure more than ever. He couldn't take it anymore. He needed to you in his arms immediately.
He stood up and kissed you feverishly, your wet and sloppy mouth sending his need into overdrive.
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"Baby, fuck me please," you said as he picked you up and you wrapped your legs around him.
"Ne, gongjunim."
Yes, princess.
He couldn't keep doing this to you. It was just getting ridiculous how perfect every word was that came out of that man's mouth. There had to be some flaw, some habit that would get on your nerves, but so far no. He was ABSOLUTELY PERFECT.
The princess treatment was something you had fantasized about in your many solo sessions with Baekhyun as your subject. Those two words… "Yes, princess," carried so much meaning. For all his fame, his status, his wealth, he treated you not only as an equal, but wanted to serve you with amazing sex. To give and give and give some more before taking what he desired. You would have gladly given him whatever he wanted, but this way was so much more than you could have hoped for. So you would let him serve you. And you would enjoy every second.
He walked to the other bed, apparently as excited for the change of scenery as you were. He sat down, slowly and deeply kissing you, your legs still wrapped around him, and ground his unclothed dick up against you, the welcome contact through your worn sweats adding delicious friction. His fingers stretched out under your shirt and his palm stayed anchored to your back as he pulled the T-shirt over your head with one hand, his lips returning to yours as soon as you were visible again. The kiss deepened, and your ears rang as the force of blood in your body sped up to match your heart rate. He took his time kissing, sucking, sliding his lips across yours, licking into your mouth, switching back and forth, side to side to savor all the different ways of tasting you. Moisture was forming at your core as you rubbed your clit on him, forming a wet spot on your pants as he continued his languid yet intense kissing, his arms pulling you in tighter against him. His fingers were in your hair now, caressing your scalp as he broke away to kiss your neck, breathing hard and burying his head into you as you rocked your hips forward, chasing the contact of his stiff cock through the soaked fabric.
He pulled back again, and there was no trace of a smile there… no… this was a look of unbridled longing and need. He bent forward and took your breast into his mouth, his hands pressing into your back to hold you to him. You could have come just by dry humping him if you continued in this position any longer, but he twisted and set you down on the bed, lying down on top of you, pressing his still-clothed dick against your entrance. You felt like a teenage virgin again, messing around with your crush. It was exhilarating, having so much foreplay, your body already begging to be fucked.
You pulled his shirt up, once again caught up in how gorgeous his torso looked from this angle, taut and toned but not too muscley, his dark nipples slightly raised and puffy, absolutely perfect. The picture of male beauty hovered above you, dick pointing like an arrow towards your face in expectation as he kicked his sweats off the rest of the way after they had rested under his balls ever since things had started in the kitchen. He sat back on his heels and pushed your legs back, parting them and folding you up as he teased your clothed mound with his fully hard and leaking cock.
"You're soaked, pretty. Look at this." He pet your sopping sweats and you arched up into his touch. His mouth hung open as he watched you ride up against his palm. Then he dropped down to kiss the wet spot. "I think I need to fuck you now. What do you think?" You moaned as he kissed it again, relishing in the sensation of his mouth warming the cold, soaked fabric.
"Please, baby. PLEASE," you whined. "You're driving me crazy."
"Arayo, gongjunim…"
I know, princess was a CRAZY thing to say to you in this moment. And you knew enough to note the formal tone. He was so good at this, it made your head swim. Your hole clenched in anticipation of being filled up and pounded into soon.
"But first, let's get these wet pants off, okay?" He let your legs go and tugged them down your now bare body, his eyes going darker at the sight of your glistening entrance. He folded you back up, pressing your knees back to your armpits and descended on you, lapping up the juices coating your lips and folds, your mound, your thigh crease, everywhere but your clit which throbbed for attention.
FUUUCK.
His tongue tickled and teased you, the slurping and sucking sounds driving you crazy, and just when you thought you'd actually lose your mind, the tip of his tongue finally flicked up at your poor little neglected bud, sending your nerves the pleasure you had been craving for so long. He pinned your knees in place as he sucked and kissed your clit tauntingly, and all you could do was take it, draping an arm over your eyes to focus on his mouth. You squirmed and bucked, desperate for more contact as he pinned you there, forcing you to take it his way. It was unbelievable, the pleasure in not being able to ride his face or at least swirl your hips around like you wanted to.
Your steady, rhythmic moans were coming closer together, which must have clued him in to your approaching orgasm, and with that, he let go, allowing you to stretch your legs out. You pressed them together, writhing and cricketing as oxytocin coursed through your bloodstream, that feeling of euphoric love elevating you to a higher consciousness.
He crawled on top of you, pressing you into the mattress with his body weight, his dick resting in the nook of your entrance.
He was breathing hard now, kissing you, resting his forehead on yours as he forcibly pushed forward, finally sheathing his cock where it belonged. You were so wet and swollen and took him in easily, flexing and using every muscle you could to squeeze him as he moved.
"Oh, god… You feel so good, baby. How are you doing that? It's so fucking tight." He shivered and resumed his pace.
It was all worth it. The torture of waiting all day for this, the lengthy foreplay… it was the best buildup with the biggest payout because now you were so full of him and he was moving further inside you, so deep and so satisfying. Your bodies undulated perfectly in sync, rocking forward and meeting at a steady rhythm. It wasn't hurried. It was ecstasy.
You had asked him, no, begged him to fuck you. But this wasn't fucking. It felt like another layer had been added on, and as he kissed you, he bent his knees to scoot even closer and deeper, his whispers and eye contact taking you further upward and drawing you out so that it felt like your souls were touching.
Your legs wrapped around his waist as you willed him to come closer, to go deeper, to melt into you and become one single being. You didn't know where he ended and you began.
You felt him shuddering as his eyes squinted, his mouth open and taking in oxygen as his pace quickened. Just then, he smiled, and your heart shattered at the beauty of it. You smiled back before kissing him as your orgasm drew closer and closer. The sensation of your body coming to the edge wasn't new, however, this connection with him felt like another layer you hadn't experienced before.
You were making love for the first time in your life. You knew it right before the climax hit, and the desperate look in his eyes is what sent you over the edge. He ground into you as if he too wanted to merge into one being.
"Me too, baby," he said as he hit his peak, digging his hips into you as he emptied himself. His thrusts rippled with an indulgent tempo as your orgasm washed over you in waves, the first crash rolling into successive ones, and as he plunged into you over and over, the constant battering of him on your clit prolonging your release. You whined and cried out as it continued even after his had ended, your hips winding as you rode your high on his cock, and he soothed you by kissing your neck as it ebbed. It was, by far, the longest orgasm of your life. Tears you didn't know you had cried dripped from the outer corners of your eyes as he resurfaced from your neck.
"What the fuck… I have never…" You couldn't form coherent sentences yet. You chuckled, caught off guard and swiping the tears off your face.
"Mmmm," he mumbled, rolling off to one side and pulling you close to him, "I can't describe how amazing that was. I could feel you flexing!" He moved hair out of your eyes, smiling almost in disbelief. "'What the fuck' is right." He laughed as he surveyed your face. "I would ask you if you're okay, but I can tell you are," he said with another kiss.
That look in his eye was back. The one you couldn't name, but your soul understood.
"Do you—"
"I l—," you stopped and panicked before quickly recovering. You almost said it.
"I'm hungry," you said instead, and he giggled.
"Me too! The doenjang jjigae is probably cold," he said. "I'll go warm it up, and we can eat in bed, algejjyo?"
"Ne, wangjannim," you replied. You could play along too. He barked out a belly laugh at being called prince and kissed you before putting a robe on and scurrying to the kitchen.
You would have to be so careful. You couldn't just blurt out those three words you almost uttered even though every fiber of your being wanted to tell him. You wondered if there was a sliver of a chance that he was falling in love with you too. Then you reminded yourself that he (unlike you who had been obsessed with him for many years) had only known you for a week and a half. But the way he looked at you the entire time… There is no way you were just making it up. You felt it. The connection was intense and earth-moving and you knew you would never be the same. You snapped out of your torrent of thoughts as he came shuffling back into the room, giggling with arms full of plates and bowls.
"I had some kimbap… It's so good!"
"I can't wait to try it!", you said as he set the food down on a side table. He grabbed your robe, holding it out for you as you fed your arms through the sleeves and tied it around your waist.
"Oh?", he said, looking behind you. "What is my neck tie doing in here?"
"Oh, umm…", you said, a little embarrassed now that your horny-ness had been satiated for the time being. "As I was cleaning, I picked it up and thought it might be useful later for… you know," you trailed off.
"I know what?", he teased. He would make you say it out loud. Your cheeks flushed.
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literally couldn’t have picked a worse timing to become an exo-l !!! I can’t take this suffering, I feel so bad for all the fans that have been waiting for years :(
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I literally cannot pick between them though, I love them both so much 😭😭
↳ synopsis: your arrangement with baekhyun is almost perfect. he buys you anything you’ve ever wanted, takes you to places you’ve only ever dreamed of, and treats you like a princess. there’s just one thing: he has yet to sleep with you, no matter how many times you try to tempt him. your upcoming, no expense spared, lavish vacation to las vegas may be your last chance to show him what he’s missing.
↳ wc: 6.1k
↳ content and warnings: baekhyun x f!reader; sugar daddy!au; various oc side characters; vague yet present age gap; pretty much sfw, except for a very horny mc (she wants that cookie so effing bad) and a suggestive scene; brief mentions of infidelity; brief nonsexual unwanted degrading name-calling from a very minor character; vague and not dwelled upon self-esteem issues
↳ a/n: happy holidays lovers and welcome to the baekhyun sugar daddy au! this part is not explicit and reads more like a prologue, but buckle up because this is the calm before the storm. the next parts are outlined and i do not hold back, so enjoy me being chill before the next installments because wheewwwww
01. black card on max
“Hey, c’mon, don’t be like this.”
You fold your arms even tighter over yourself, willing, begging for the tears of frustration not to fall. The night air is chilly, and you didn’t think to bring a jacket with you. Then again, you didn’t think you would be ending the night walking home. The assumption here was that you would be going back the way you came: riding in the passenger seat of your boyfriend's (ex’s) car. Of course, that assumption was also relying on the fact that he wouldn’t leave his phone on the table when he went to the bathroom, and also relying on the fact that he wouldn’t receive a text that said last night was incredible. round 2?
“I can explain, babe.”
You scoff, whirling around to face him. “What’s there to explain? I went through the whole thread. You’ve been fucking her for months!”
His steps falter, mouth flapping open and closed like a dying fish, searching for an excuse that won’t come. “Can we just talk about it at my place?”
“No. We’re done.”
He sighs, a long, exasperated huff that speaks more to his annoyance of you rather than any sort of remorse. “You’re kinda being a bitch right now, come get in the car.”
“Fucking excuse me?” you retort, face flushing with anger. He had never called you a name like that before, and the word feels like a direct slap to the face.
Behind you, someone clears their throat, and that’s when your life changes forever.
The first thing you notice is how handsome he is. Perfectly groomed dark hair, the suit he’s wearing tailored to fit him perfectly. A quiet, confident aura exudes from him, like he knows that he doesn’t have to do much to command attention; it’s already on him. The second thing you notice is how his dark, slightly droopy eyes are glaring daggers at your boyfriend (ex).
“I think you should leave,” he says. His voice is calm and even, but you can tell that something is bubbling beneath the surface. Something dangerous.
Your boyfriend (ex) just stares at the man. “Who the fuck are you?”
“A concerned stranger. Get out of here before I call the cops.”
The two have a silent war for a few tense seconds that feels like it lasts ages. Finally, your boyfriend (ex) scoffs. “Whatever, bro. She’s all yours.” He takes one last look at you before stalking back to the restaurant.
The tension inside of you immediately bleeds out, rushing out of you in a single exhale. The stranger’s eyes immediately soften, all hints of the previous animosity seemingly gone in a blink. “Are you alright?”
“Yes, I’m sorry you had to get involved. My boyfriend… ex, I guess… he’s never been like that before.”
“Well, I’m glad he’s your ex.” He gives you a soft, comforting smile. “Do you have a ride home? My car isn’t too far from here.”
“O-Oh. Um…” You cross your arms in front of yourself once more. “Sorry, I don’t usually take rides from—”
“Oh!” His eyes widen, waving his hands in front of him as if to say nevermind, nevermind. “I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable. Can I call you a ride? Uber?”
You survey your surroundings, weighing your options. He seems like a nice guy, but you can never be sure these days. “It’s really okay. You’ve done enough for me. My friend lives around here, I can call her.”
The man nods. “At least take this.” He shrugs off his suit jacket, handing it off to you. “Please. I insist. You’re shivering.”
As if on cue, a full body chill runs through you. It’s impossible to pretend that it didn’t happen, so you reluctantly take his jacket. It smells like expensive cologne, immediately enveloping you in its warmth. “How will I give it back?”
He shakes his head. “It’s just a jacket. Don’t worry about it.”
“But—”
“Keep it.” He smiles once more before turning on his heel to leave. “Get home safe.”
You wait for your friend under the light of a streetlamp, wrapping the jacket around yourself to try and contain your body heat. You dig your hands into the pockets, your fingers brushing against cardstock. It’s a business card, you realize when you pull it out. The embossed gold lettering gleams under the lamplight: Byun Baekhyun - INB100. Under the title is a phone number that you rub with your thumb.
Byun Baekhyun, huh? You think about him, this mysterious, kind, handsome stranger, surrounded by his scent in the cold night.
“You’ve reached the office of Byun Baekhyun, how may I help you?”
The carefully rehearsed words that you had been psyching yourself up with suddenly disappear at the sound of the unfamiliar voice. He had an expensive business card, of course he has an assistant, you idiot.
“Hello?”
“S-Sorry. Um. Can I speak to Baekhyun please?”
“Who’s calling and what business do you have?”
Fuck, this is so embarrassing. You pace your apartment, your gaze settling on Baekhyun’s jacket folded neatly over the side of your couch. Okay. You can do this. You give the assistant your name. “I met him the other night and I need to return something of his. I’m sorry, I don’t have his personal number or anything. I just have his business card and it led me here.”
Silence on the other end. “Okaaay. One moment please.” The hold music plays for less than a minute before the line clicks back to life.
“So that’s your name.”
You laugh, settling down onto the seat. The anxiety finally dissipates from you, soothed by the sound of the familiar voice. “And Baekhyun’s yours. I bet you knew that your business card was in the pocket.”
“Guilty.” You can practically hear the smile in his voice. “I hope you’re not calling to return the jacket though. I seriously meant that you could keep it.”
“It doesn’t feel right. Let me give it back.”
“Hmm… Fine, if you feel that strongly about it. Are you free tonight? I can thank you properly with dinner.”
“You can’t thank me for thanking you, that’s not how this works.”
Baekhyun laughs again. “Oh? How does it work, then?”
You smile, suddenly emboldened. “You take me out for dinner just because you want to take me out. The jacket is unrelated.”
“Alright, then. Will you go to dinner with me tonight just because I want to?”
The word is tumbling out of your mouth before you can even think to stop it. “Yes.”
“I know you don’t get in the car with strangers, but would you say yes to having a stranger send a car for you?”
Send a car? Just how rich is this guy? “I’m open to it.”
“Wonderful. I’ll have Kyunghee coordinate with you. I’m…” He pauses for a moment. “I’m really excited. See you tonight.”
The line clicks back over to his assistant who asks for your address and sets up a time for a car to pick you up. Before you hang up, you ask, “Oh, what should I wear?”
Kyunghee hums. “Something really nice. Mr. Byun has expensive taste.”
The sleek black car pulls up to your apartment building at 7pm on the dot. You feel out of place waiting for it all glammed up in your building lobby, the same walls that have seen you in the same sweatpants three days in a row, witnessed you spilling your latte all over the front of your shirt. You’ve thrown on your nicest dress, twisted your hair into an elaborate updo, made sure your makeup is perfect. Baekhyun’s suit jacket is tucked over your arms, secure and waiting to be reunited with its owner.
Baekhyun’s driver takes you into the city, past all your usual stomping grounds and into the more affluent part of downtown. The holiday lights have already been put up, casting the streets in a warm, hazy glow. You’re used to driving in this part of town looking out the window, wondering what it would be like to walk among the wealthy, glamorous patrons having their nights out on the town. You realize suddenly that that’s precisely what you are about to do.
He’s waiting for you in front of the restaurant, just as handsome as ever, his face lighting up when he sees the car pulling in. He opens the door for you and holds out a hand for you to take. “I can’t believe you brought it,” he half-laughs, gesturing towards his jacket. “You’re very persistent, hm?”
“I’m a woman of my word,” you reply.
“You can leave it in the car.” He takes the jacket from you and places it back on your seat, his fingers brushing ever so slightly against your arm. His touch sends goosebumps up your skin, a slight shiver that doesn’t go unnoticed.
The restaurant is beautiful. Floor to ceiling windows, breathtaking artwork adorning the walls, plush velvet seats. The host leads you through the restaurant, past tables and tables of people you’d never thought you’d be in the same room as. You’re finally seated in a secluded booth at the back of the room, where the chatter of diners only sounds like a quiet murmur.
“Have you been here before?” Baekhyun asks. You almost take it as a jab. Obviously not, we met outside a Chili’s. But his eyes are kind, and his smile even more so. A genuine question, not assuming anything about you or your financial situation, even though anyone with eyes could take an educated guess and be correct.
“No,” you admit sheepishly. “I’m a little overwhelmed, actually. I’m not sure what to order.”
“Well, the nice thing about this place is that they have a seasonal tasting menu. That’s usually what I get, if you want to try it with me.”
You nod, grateful that the decision pressure has been lifted off of you. Once the order is placed, Baekhyun leans forward and regards you with a curious eye. “So tell me about yourself.”
“What do you want to know?”
“What do you do? What do you like? Where are you from?” He smiles. “I want to know everything about you.”
So, you tell him. You tell him about your horribly boring office job that makes a living but isn’t anything to write home about. You tell him that you like the beach and the park and going to the movies. You give him a short rundown of your past: your hometown, your family, what you want to do the next time you visit.
By the time the second course, a mushroom and chicken puff pastry, comes out, it’s Baekhyun’s turn. “What’s your deal with INB? How long have you been there?”
Baekhyun clears his throat, suddenly looking bashful. “I founded it, actually.”
Your jaw drops. “What?”
“It wasn’t just me, of course. But yes, I’ve been the CEO since its founding.” He laughs self-consciously. “I don’t know why I’m embarrassed all of a sudden.”
“If anyone should be embarrassed it’s me.” You take a sip of your wine. “I feel like I shouldn’t even be looking at you right now.”
“Oh, stop that. Look at me.” He holds eye contact with you for a few moments and your breath nearly catches in your throat at the kindness of his gaze. Then he wiggles his eyebrows, drawing a giggle from you. “See? Not so scary.”
The dinner continues on, and after that initial shock, you’re surprised to find that Baekhyun seems pretty… ordinary. He doesn’t have a lot of time to spend on hobbies, but he likes to run. He speaks fondly of his parents and his older brother. And most endearingly of all, his eyes absolutely light up at the opportunity to talk about his dog. He scrolls through endless photos of him on his phone, chattering away about his precious corgi.
The two of you are digging into dessert, a caramel cake with apple swirl. Your face feels a little warm from the wine and from laughing at Baekhyun’s jokes. He’s quieter now, the gears in his head turning. “So…” he says finally. “How does a woman like you end up with a guy like your ex?”
You laugh, surprised. “Bold. The wound is still healing, you know.”
“Consider this part of your healing journey. Telling a relative stranger your relationship problems.”
You take a bite of cake, using the time it takes to chew to choose your words carefully. “We went to college together, but we didn’t start dating until after we graduated. He was the only one I knew in this city so it felt natural, you know? But then… Two years passed and things were just… fine. I was content, I guess.” You sigh. “Until I found out he was cheating, obviously.”
“Did you love him?” Baekhyun asks.
“I don’t know,” you admit quietly. “He was my first boyfriend. I don’t know what that feels like.” You take another bite. “What about you? Have you ever been in love?”
Baekhyun leans back in his chair, crossing his arms as he thinks. “A long time ago, yes. The breakup was mutual. It was right before the company really took off, and since then I haven’t had the time to date anyone seriously.”
“Are you lonely, Baekhyun?” It’s meant to be a half-lighthearted joke, but he just smiles and shrugs.
“Isn’t everyone?”
He walks you out to the car, the crisp night air sending goosebumps up your arms. You can see the way that his eyes linger on your skin. “Please don’t offer me another jacket,” you say right as he opens his mouth to make a remark.
“I was just going to say good thing you have one waiting for you,” he smiles. “Hey, I also wanted to say that I had a really good time tonight.”
“I had a really good time as well. Thank you so much for this.”
“Would you… would you be okay if I gave you my personal number? That way we don’t have to go through Kyunghee again.”
You fish your phone out of your purse and hand it to Baekhyun, watching the way his fingers type on your screen. He sends himself a text before handing your phone back to you. “So I take it you’re interested in seeing me again?”
“Of course.”
Baekhyun smiles, leaning in close. His smell, the smell that you had wrapped yourself in that night, is stronger coming directly from him, a warm amber scent with light notes of something fresh. He presses a small, polite kiss to your cheek. “Until next time,” he says softly, opening the car door for you. You watch him through the window as his driver takes you away, lifting your hand in a half-goodbye as he disappears from view.
It’s date number five, and you don’t know what Baekhyun’s angle is.
He’s confusing, to say the least. With each date, you get to know more and more about him. Brunch at this buzzy, brand new spot and you’re treated to stories from his elementary school years. A long, peaceful walk along the river and a passionate ramble about the videogames he used to love but now doesn’t have time for. A night at the opera, paired with a long conversation about the future of INB and what you both consider to be metrics for a life well-lived. The conversation always flows naturally with him. He’s so smart, and incredibly funny. And when you speak he listens, really listens. You feel like you’re getting to know him more and more with each passing hour, slowly peeling back his layers.
And yet.
Other than that kiss on the cheek on the very first night, he’s yet to make any sort of move on you. He’s yet to touch you, really. Other than offering a hand out when you wobble unsteadily in your heels, his hands are firmly, and frustratingly, kept to himself.
You don’t think he’s not interested. You catch him sometimes, staring at you. When you take a little longer to look over the menu, or when you’re caught up in the sweeping aria of the singer onstage, you feel the heat of his gaze on your face, and sometimes even lower. But he won’t make that step, won’t cross that boundary. And it’s driving you fucking nuts.
Because, well… Baekhyun is incredibly, incredibly hot.
He was attractive from the start, but something switches in your head at some point during the past few weeks. Maybe it’s the way that his slim, long fingers look wrapped around a champagne flute, or the way his bangs fall back across his forehead after he runs his hands through his hair. In all honesty, though, you can pinpoint the exact moment that your body decided that it wanted him. It was the third date on the river, when his phone rang in the middle of your conversation. “I’m so sorry, it’s work.” His eyebrows creased together in annoyance. “I didn’t think he’d be calling this late. Do you mind? It won’t take long.”
“I don’t mind,” you said, sitting down at a nearby park bench.
He shot you another apologetic smile and then answered the call. “Byun Baekhyun,” he said. And oh. The way his voice instantly took on another timbre, so full of authority and self-assuredness. “I still think it’s unreasonable. Did you go over the projections with him again?” His voice was commanding, hiding thinly veiled annoyance without being cruel. His eyes narrowed as he thought, biting his bottom lip absentmindedly.
It was really, really hard to focus after he hung up the phone.
But there’s also another wrinkle to consider, which is the fact that you’re newly single, fresh off the heels of a multiple-year relationship. You don’t miss your ex — in fact, you’re grateful that you’re no longer with him if only for the fact that you’d have never met Baekhyun if not for it. But you don’t know if you’re ready for this yet. The weight that comes with being someone’s person, heavy and grounding, sure, but what if it’s suffocating? Not to mention that it’s Baekhyun, not just anyone. Someone so important that he gets impromptu phone calls in the middle of a Saturday night, so wealthy that he foots every bill without so much as a second thought, even going as far to buy you your very own jacket impromptu after he got tired of you refusing his offers. Someone like that… it would be a disservice to have someone like that tied down to someone so… ordinary.
Your fifth date is winding down. He’s taken you to a winery about half an hour outside the city, where he lets you sample anything your heart desires. With your belly full of appetizers and your face flushed from the alcohol, you finally let the question free.
“Baekhyun, what are we?”
The question doesn’t look like it catches him off-guard in the slightest. In fact, he just nods, his response infuriatingly calculated. “I was thinking that we should discuss that tonight as well. I have somewhat of an… unconventional proposal.”
The phrasing gives you pause. “What do you mean unconventional?”
Baekhyun sucks in a breath. “I like you. I like spending time with you, I like going out with you. You’re smart, and funny, and you’re beautiful.”
You feel your cheeks warming at the sincerity of his compliments. “Why do I feel like there’s a but coming?”
He smiles sadly. “I think it would be unfair to you with how busy I am if we were to make this more serious. I’m away a lot. I work ridiculous hours. I’ve actually gotten a little behind on work since we’ve been seeing each other.”
“So… you want to stop seeing me?” you ask, heart sinking.
His eyes widen. “No. No, not at all. I want to keep doing this, but since I worry about being able to give you the attention you deserve, I want you to be free to see other people as well.” He sees you open your mouth in protest, so he adds, “It’s just a suggestion, you can take it or leave it. And if you want to, you don’t need to tell me. It’s none of my business.”
“Will you be seeing other people?”
Baekhyun snorts. “Kyunghee’s basically on my ass every single day reminding me of something or other I need to turn in, and that’s only seeing you. Besides…” He reaches across the table to grab your hand. “Why would I want to when I’m having such a good time with you?”
You fall silent, so he prods you to voice your thoughts. “I think…” you say carefully. “I think I’m also not ready for anything serious, with the breakup and all. I was never expecting to meet someone so…” Incredible, hot, endearing… “Someone like you so soon. But I don’t want to stop seeing you either, so if we just keep it casual that’s fine with me.”
“There’s one more thing I wanted to run by you, also.”
“Hm?”
Baekhyun breathes in deeply. “I… want to buy you things. I like taking you out, and the fact that you’re wearing the jacket I bought you makes me feel really good. I’d like to do that more often, if you’ll let me.”
“Buy what kinds of things?” you ask.
He gestures vaguely with his hands. “Anything really. Clothes, jewelry, anything you might need for work or your apartment. Anything at all that you want, I’ll get it for you.”
“Baekhyun… That’s too much, I can’t accept that.”
“Why not? I have all this money, and it’s just for me.” He runs a hand through his hair as he talks. “I donate a lot of it, but at the end of the day I still have more than I know what to do with. And if I was going to give it away to someone I knew, I would want it to go to someone as hardworking and genuine and kind as you.”
“That’s…” You stare down at where your hand is in his, his thumb rubbing softly into your skin. “And what do you want in return?”
He smiles. “Your company. Just like this.”
The night wind blows through, sending a slight chill through you. You snuggle deeper into the warmth of your jacket, the jacket he bought for you. The nicest jacket you own. Why shouldn’t you be allowed to have nice things, especially if the person offering is so insistent?
You squeeze his hand. “Okay. I accept.”
Baekhyun beams, squeezing your hand back. “I’m so glad. Thank you.”
His smile is radiant enough to make your insides feel warm. Nothing can ruin this for me, you think, looking back at this handsome man who’s looking at you with such adoration. Little did you know that the bubble would burst in the next five minutes.
He drives you home (no longer a stranger, so no more need for separate cars), and you still feel like you’re on cloud nine, watching his hands grip the wheel as he drives. And then he says it.
“Also… I think we shouldn’t do anything sexual.”
“... Oh?” Your stomach plummets immediately, and you have to manage your face to not show the extremely confusing emotions that are running through you.
He stops at a red light and he looks at you, deadly serious now. It’s comparable to the expression he wore when on his work call, which, given the physical reaction you had to it, is not the ideal scenario right now. “When I said I wanted your company, I truly meant it. I didn’t mean to imply any innuendo. I don’t want you to ever, ever feel pressured to do anything sexual with me. Especially now that money’s involved. It’s for your safety, okay?”
The worst part is that it makes sense. Stupid, perfect Baekhyun with his money and his handsome face and seemingly endless care for you. And honestly… yeah. Sure, you want him now, but once he starts buying you things, would you feel pressured to do something you didn’t want to do if he asked? You just can’t say for certain, and you wouldn’t want to be in that situation.
So you smile. Nod. Genuinely grateful for the consideration he’s put into this, tucking away the initial frustration you feel. Maybe as time goes on, the nature of your arrangement will change.
You can only hope.
Hope was not strong enough.
It’s been a year since Baekhyun has officially become your… sugar daddy?
“I don’t know if you can call him your sugar daddy if you don’t give him any sugar,” Sel says, unhelpfully as always. She points at the jade table lamp sitting on your nightstand. “Is this new?”
“Trick question,” you snort, looking back at her from where you stand in front of your closet. “You already know it is and you just want me to tell you how much it was.”
“Well? How much was it?”
“I don’t know. Baekhyun stopped letting me look at the receipts a long time ago.”
“What a problem to have.” Sel sighs, her head flopping back against your pillow. “It’s coming up on your anniversary, right?”
“Anniversary is a really loose term,” you sigh. “But it’s next weekend.”
“What crazy, five star restaurant that doesn’t even open until next month is he taking you to now?”
“I don’t know.” You flip through your hangers of clothing, looking for something casual but still nice enough to go to the boutiques uptown. You hold up two sweaters, and Sel points at the dark red one. “I think he’s going to try to surprise me. Usually he’s super in advance about all of these things.”
“Are you going to try to surprise him? You know…” She wiggles her eyebrows. “Like you’ve been talking about?”
“Sel…”
“I’ve seen the way he looks at you.” She gets up from the bed and puts both hands on your shoulders. “Sometimes I feel like I need to leave the room and leave you two to it.”
“Well, we’ve been alone plenty of times and he won’t so much as put a hand on me.”
“Maybe you should try initiating? What if he’s just waiting for a signal from you?”
Sometimes, on nights when his gaze lingers a little too long on you, or when he calls your name softly when you’re about to exit his car, you could be convinced that he’s actually holding himself back. That he wants you in precisely the way that you want him too: hot and heavy and against any available surface. But something, some string of doubt always holds you back from closing that distance.
What if his abstinence is not for your benefit at all? What if he doesn’t find you attractive, doesn’t find you desirable? What if you’re just a fun little plaything, a little social experiment for him to throw some money at? And when he’s bored…
“Ah, he’s here,” Sel says, looking out the window. Sure enough, Baekhyun’s Prius is sidling up in front of your building. “C’mon, I’ll walk you down.”
You quickly change and head downstairs to meet him. Your jaw drops and you stop in your tracks when he gets out of the car to greet you.
“Your hair!”
Baekhyun laughs self-consciously and runs a hand through his freshly dyed brown hair. “Does it look weird?”
“No!” you say. “I like it.”
“Looking good, Baekhyun,” Sel comments.
Baekhyun’s gaze snaps up as if he just realizes that there’s someone else there. “Hi Sel, do you wanna come with? Do you need anything?”
“No thanks, I have to head home. Thank you for the offer though!” She shoots you a look as she walks back inside, a look that can’t mean anything other than, You got this!
“Do you really think it looks good? Honestly?” Baekhyun asks as he drives away.
“Of course it does, I wouldn’t lie,” you reply.
“Ah, I just feel like I’m getting too old for this,” he moans. He looks at his reflection once more in the rearview mirror.
“Is dyeing your hair only reserved for men in their twenties?” you tease.
“I don’t know any men in their twenties so I can’t even ask them.” Baekhyun sighs. “Anyways. How are you? Are you hungry?”
“Not hungry. But… are you busy next weekend?”
The corner of Baekhyun’s lips tilts upwards. “Maybe. Aren’t you?”
“Well, my weekend planner won’t tell me what we’re doing. Can you pass along a message to him?”
“Hmm… he’s having an almost midlife crisis and dyeing his hair brown. He’s a little busy.”
“Baekhyun.” You shove his arm lightly. “You’re not old.”
“Well, as long as you think so,” he hums. “You don’t want me to keep the surprise for a little longer?”
“So you do have a surprise!”
“Did you ever doubt?” he smiles.
The staff at the boutique have known your name for a while now, which you would have found embarrassing months ago, indicative of lavish shopping habits that you never thought you would be able to support before meeting Baekhyun. But now, you just smile, asking them about their day and if the terrible regular from last time has been back.
“How are you on sweaters?” Baekhyun asks, leading you to the back of the store where various sweaters are put on display. “Do you need a new one?”
“Not really,” you reply. “The ones I have are good enough.”
Baekhyun hums, meeting your gaze with a mischievous twinkle in his eye. “Alright.”
“Are we going somewhere cold?” you ask, following him throughout the store. “Ice skating? Ice show?”
“I think this one complements your eyes,” he says instead, holding up a gorgeously elegant floor-length gown.
He’s frustratingly evasive the entire time, casually pulling things off the racks and saying how wonderful you’d look in all of them, dodging all of your questions with a sly shake of his head and a finger to his lips. He sends you off to the dressing room, promising to keep an ear out if you need a piece in another size.
Baekhyun has a really good eye for fashion when it comes to you. Ever since he even started buying clothes for you, he seemed to have a knack for what colors looked good against your skin, what styles flattered your body the best. You’ve rarely, if ever, come away from one of these sprees without taking nearly every single item he suggested for you.
Today is no different. You try on everything already knowing that you’re going to like the way that they look. The pile slowly goes from “to try” to “buy”, but on the last piece, a spark of an idea forms. You fasten on the dress, that same floor-length one from the beginning, and peek your head out from behind the dressing room door.
“Baek?”
“Hm?” His eyes soften when he sees you. “Everything alright?”
“Can you come in here for a second?”
“Oh. Am I allowed?” He looks behind him to the unattended counter, not a soul to be seen.
“It’s fine, I just need your help with something.” Heart pounding, you open the door wider for him to step through. You try not to read too much into the fact that the tension in his body dissolves when he sees that you’re fully clothed.
You realize once he enters that you need to come up with a reason good enough to call him inside. “Does this look okay?” you ask.
Baekhyun looks at the reflection of you in the mirror, then back to your body in front of him. “You look stunning. Do you not like it?”
“I-I guess I’m just feeling a little self-conscious.”
His expression falls. “Why?” he asks softly. “What do you have to be self-conscious about?”
Probably the fact that it seems like you don’t want to touch me with a forty foot pole. “I don’t know. Just something about the dress.”
Baekhyun thinks hard for a moment, then slowly, slowly, reaches out for your hand. “I think you’re beautiful wearing anything,” he murmurs. “But especially this dress.” He flashes you a gentle smile. “I really meant it when I said it complements your eyes. If you really don’t like it we can look for a new one that you’re comfortable in. But if my opinion’s worth anything, that’s what I think.”
His words are enough to make you melt. You squeeze his hand softly, a quiet indication that the message was received. He squeezes back.
“And it’ll look really good when I take you out to dinner in Las Vegas,” he whispers.
“Vegas?!” You can’t help your eyes from lighting up. “You remembered!”
Baekhyun laughs, and you think back to that conversation months ago, where you absentmindedly listed off cities that you thought would be fun to visit. “I really want to see Vegas, too,” you had added. “All the lights and the shows, see if it’s really as crazy as they say it is.”
“Surprise!” he says, a teasing lilt in his voice. “We can do a long weekend, so fly out Thursday afternoon, get back on Monday morning. I already called your work and they said it’s okay.”
“Baekhyun… Thank you.” Before you even know what you’re doing, you throw your arms around his shoulders, burying your face in the crook of his neck. The familiar scent of his cologne, woodsy and citrusy, floods your senses, and suddenly it hits you just how close you are.
Baekhyun’s breath hitches, his arms freezing at his sides before wrapping around you slowly, drawing you even closer, deeper. You look up at him, your heart fit to burst out of your chest. He’s so close that you can count each eyelash, see the moles that adorn the side of his nose and the corner of his lip. And his lips… so close.
And then you remember the whole reason, the real reason, why you brought him in here in the first place.
“Unzip me?”
Baekhyun blinks, the air in his lungs leaving his lips in a slow, long exhale. You think he’s going to reject you when he lets go of you, again, but he gently spins you around instead. Gingerly, he drags the zipper down the length of your back. You observe his expression in the mirror as he watches your skin being exposed inch by inch. His face is, for the most part, unreadable, but something deep inside of you heats up at the shift in his gaze when the fabric falls to the floor. A flicker of what you swear is desire passes through his dark eyes as he meets your gaze in the mirror.
Because underneath that dress you’re wearing a skimpy, lacy, black lingerie set that leaves almost nothing to the imagination.
“Did… Did I buy this?” he whispers. His voice is strained, jaw tense as his gaze roams your body shamelessly.
“Yes,” you reply. Your voice is softer than you thought it would be. “That one time you let me have your card when you had to go to that meeting.”
Baekhyun swallows. Your heart is thudding behind your ribcage, knees nearly buckling at the intensity of his stare. Want, no, need, so clearly on display. Hungry and dark, a gaze that could swallow you whole. A shiver runs up your spine when his finger traces up your arm, inching towards the strap of your bra.
“Do you have more?” His voice is low, practically murmuring against the shell of your ear. You realize suddenly that you’re panting, small gasps of air running past your parted lips.
“A few, yeah.”
“Will you—”
A sharp rapping on the door brings you both out of your stupor, your arms going to cover yourself instinctively. “Mr. Byun, I apologize, but we can’t have you both in the dressing room at a time,” the staff says.
“I’m sorry!” you call out, reaching out for your clothes. “He was helping me with my zipper.”
“That’s alright, ma’am, but I’m gonna need Mr. Byun to come out now.”
Baekhyun shoots you an apologetic smile, and it baffles you just how quickly he’s able to compose himself. He waits for you to be decent before slipping out the door, apologizing profusely to the staff.
You stare at yourself in the mirror, at your flushed face, willing your heart rate to calm down. The trail his fingers left up your arm still burns, the ghost of his desire still pulsing through you like hot blood. And his eyes… five more minutes and you’re certain you would have had him, his resolve crumbling, falling to the floor just as quickly as your dress had.
You make a pact with yourself right then and there. Your upcoming trip to Las Vegas, the land of debauchery, Sin City itself, will be the backdrop to when you finally, finally, show him what he’s been missing.
part two →
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Summary: Waking up and you’re still here, whisper secrets in your ear | I’ve waited for so long | Now I’m opening my eyes, letting in your light ~ 10AM-UMI
Pairing: idol!baekhyun x fem!reader
Contents: 18+ minors do not interact! ⚠️ don’t read these warnings if you like to read unspoiled! smut of the fluffy nature, soft!baek, nipple sucking, morning sex, aftercare, mention of biting/ bruising
Status: ongoing
Author’s Notes: This is a short but sweet chapter at 1.6k words, but I couldn’t make my lovely readers wait any longer! Life gets in the way of writing sometimes, but I can offer you a Sunday delight! I hope you enjoy, and as always, thank you for reading my story! And thanks in advance for any interactions/notes… It simply makes my heart grow 3 times bigger every time!!
the song ~ 10AM by UMI
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Baekhyun reclined at a comfortable, relaxed angle in a nest of pillows against the weathered plaster wall behind the bed. His eyes were softly shut, two dark crescents of lashes making half moons against his cheeks in the half-light of the morning, his eyebrows straight and still in an almost meditative expression; his rose-pink shiny lips were gently attached to your nipple.
What a fucking angel. You kissed his forehead, needing to find yet another way to be in contact with as much of him as humanly possible.
He looked so peaceful with his mouth closed over your breast and suckling, his tongue flicking and teasing the sensitive bud in a steady rhythm, adding to the delicious sensations going on in other parts of your body. His hands rested under your ass, offering minimal guidance to your unhurried movements as you worked yourself on his cock, dragging out your pleasure to the very tip, sinking down to bottom out, ever-so-slowly as his hips nudged upward each time to meet you.
His quickening breaths were the only thing that gave away his growing arousal, his nostrils flaring to take in more oxygen, for the rest of his body was so calm, so serene… this moment was soft; it was tenderness and connection and something inexplicable… so different from last night's dominant claiming, yet just as satisfying. The sight of his pouty mouth wet with saliva, sucking and licking, unlatching with barely a pop and switching to the other side brought your first gasp of the morning, and your heart began to race as your body responded with that contracting sensation deep in your belly.
Your hips began to move faster- he took it as a cue to match your intensity, raising his hips higher every time you ground down into him, sucking harder and matching the rhythm of his fucking. His bent knees butterflied open and closed as he rocked and rotated his pelvis into you, and for the first time since you had crawled on top of him to wake him up, your moans began.
"That's right, my pretty girl. I want to hear how good you're feeling. Do you like how I'm fucking you, baby? Tell me."
"Yes, baby." Your moans got louder, obeying his last command.
"Good girl." His hands held your hips in place as he began to thrust up into you faster, hitting all the right places as he watched you from below. He reached a hand up and drew you closer by the neck, kissing your neck and sending tingles down the side of your body. Once again, you let him play you like an instrument; he was an artist whose muscle memory knew the exact finger placements to play you and to make you sing for him, hitting all the important spots before sliding his thumb over the hood of your clit. As his thumb circled, your moans punctuated each thrust, faster and faster, pushing you to that invisible edge on the horizon of your climax.
"Come on, pretty... come on my cock, baby. Mmmh, you feel so good." He whispered heated praises in your ear as you rose to the summit of pleasure—
"Baby—," you whined. You fulfilled his wish and your body let go as he tensed up and grunted, with each of his final thrusts hitting your cervix in a final string of love-taps... the cum he emptied into you dribbling out all over his hips, his balls, his thighs as he maintained his pace until he couldn't anymore.
His flushed cheeks smiled as he wrapped his arms around your middle and rolled on top of you.
"Wahhh… Good morning," he said with a huge smile.
"Fuck, Baek. I didn't expect that. I was just trying to kiss you… not that I'm complaining," you smiled.
"How can you expect me to resist my pretty girl when you're naked and on top of me and kissing me awake?", he said, panting and pulling you into another kiss. His eyes were bright and joyful, the kind you always wished to see every day, for the rest of your life. You were down bad.
He cuddled to one side, still half on top of you, pulled the bedspread over and nuzzled his face into the hollow between your head and shoulder, his arm and leg draped over you.
Serenity. You could smell his hair, feel the soft rise and fall of his slowing breaths, his body warming you wherever it touched yours, the vibrations in his chest as he hummed an indistinguishable tune… You realized in the moment that you had still never asked him to sing for you, never having wanted to make him feel used or taken advantage of. However, considering all that had transpired in the last twelve hours, you would definitely be using your girlfriend card soon.
Girlfriend? He hasn't specifically said girlfriend. But we agreed to be exclusive…
Last night, you had fallen asleep in each others' arms after such rigorous activities and having such a long day before said activities. Mixed with the alcohol, your shared exhaustion was inevitable.
Minutes ago, the dim, early morning light in the old house had gently woken you, and as you had opened your eyes, your chest constricted at the sight in front of you. Waking up next to a sleeping Baekhyun in your bed was still hard to process— he was all you had ever wanted and more, and he was here. You were sure he had sacrificed more than you knew to be here right now. To pursue you in a way that you hadn't thought was possible. And you would make damn sure he didn't regret it.
"Oneul mwo halkkayo?", he asked in a saccharine tone, eyes still closed and perfectly comfortable in his spot. You loved it when he spoke to you in Korean and it was becoming easier each day to understand simple sentences.
"Anything you want! There's a hiking spot I have wanted to visit, if you feel up to it. When I was doing my research, most people said it shouldn't be too crowded on a weekday this time of year."
"I could use some fresh air. I would love to be able to take my mask off out there if it isn't busy!"
"I'm sorry you have to wear a disguise so often. Do you ever get sick of it?"
"You get used to it… It's definitely worth it to be here with you since we couldn't go out a lot in Seoul." He rolled off of you, yawned and stretched dramatically, raising his limbs and slamming them down on the mattress with a loud "ahhhhhhhhh!"- his inherent silliness already on display this early in the morning. It made you giggle as you caught his yawn with watering eyes.
"I feel so good. I think you have magical healing powers, pretty! And this house… let's just stay here forever, okay?"
"Don't tempt me… I would drop everything," you replied. You think I'm kidding.
He turned to you and laughed, a giggle that started deep in his chest and bubbled up into that gasping laughter that was so contagious.
"What's so funny?", you giggled along with him.
"I didn't notice because it was still a little bit dark before, but your makeup is smeared all over your face… What did I do to you, baby," he laughed apologetically, trying and failing to wipe some of it off.
You got out of bed and ran to the mirror over the vanity and gasped.
"Oh my god, I look insane!" You resembled a rabid panda, with dark smudges all around your eyes and red lipstick streaked along your cheeks and jaw. "But why don't you have lipstick all over your face too?" It didn't make any sense.
"Maybe it transferred to your ass," he said, clearly very amused with the situation.
"Look, here is some red," he said as he rotated his head and exposing is elegant neck.
He had come up behind you and engulfed your waist in his arms, still laughing softly, but his face had dropped a few centimeters. He locked eyes with you in the mirror and sighed.
"Y/n, I want to ask you something, and I want you to tell me the truth."
Why had he gotten so serious all of a sudden? Your stomach did a little somersault. "Mhmmm," you said as you nodded.
"Last night… I didn't go too far, did I?" He stood back and rubbed the bruise he had left on your backside. You turned to face him, relieved at the subject matter of his question. Thank fuck.
"Oh, god, no… baby that was the hottest, most earth-shattering experience. I loved. Every. Second," you punctuated each word with a kiss.
You angled your ass to the mirror, inspecting the new love bite he had given you in such a passionate moment. Maybe the most passionate of your life come to think of it.
He smiled softly and grabbed a makeup wipe from the packet on the vanity. He began wiping your face with gentle strokes as he continued.
"You sure? You can always tell me to stop if you feel uncomfortable or if you aren't enjoying it." He removed all traces of makeup from your skin; his expertise had come from over a decade of experience removing his stage makeup. "Sometimes, I feel like a wild animal… You drive me crazy."
"I swear I am FINE, Baek. It makes me crazy, too. So far there hasn't been one thing between us that made me uncomfortable, but would it make you feel better if we had a safe word?"
"Mmm," he replied. "There, now I can see you better." He kissed your nose and turned you back to face the mirror, encircling you in his arms again.
"How about…" You scanned your surroundings and spotted the discarded plastic bottle you had tossed in the vanity trash can yesterday. "Lemonade?"
"Lemonade… easy to remember."
"Lemonade it is."
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Summary: You left, and Baekhyun tries to come to terms with his feelings. You’re in Jeju, nursing a broken heart. How will you both adjust to the absence of each other after such an intense connection?
Pairing: idol!baekhyun x fem!reader
Content: yearning, pining, swearing, specialguest!Jongdae, y/n has been a very good girl and deserves a treat! Minors DNI!
Status: Ongoing
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The song: Grey Rain by HAECHAN
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Kim Jongdae, although younger than Baekhyun by only four months, always seemed to exude an experienced wisdom, as though he had been on earth for many lifetimes, and was never judgmental when it came to these sorts of things. More than a friend or coworker, he was a vital member of Baekhyun's chosen family. Sure, Baekhyun could call his actual brother, but the closeness that he and Jongdae had cultivated for over a decade and the trust they had built through all of the tribulations they had experienced up to the present made it an easy decision to seek his counsel.
"What's up hyung?", Jongdae asked.
"Well, you're going to think I'm crazy, but… I met someone. About a week ago. And now my head is all fucked up."
"Met someone as in hooked up or?"
"Yes, but it's complicated. I've never had such an intense connection or attraction to anyone like this before. And the timing couldn't be worse, you know, with everything I have going on."
"I was wondering why you went radio silent for a week," Jongdae laughed. "I figured you were just super busy. Which you were, apparently." He wasn't even trying to hide the amusement in his voice. "But hyung, I don't remember you ever talking about anyone like this before. What is it about this person that has affected you so much?"
The dam he had built up over the last week splintered and cracked open, and he spilled his guts to Jongdae, the other man listening with uh-huhs and ahhhs as Baekhyun voiced his concerns and the details of his predicament. He felt a bit awkward at first, explaining how he had come to meet you, and (without going into too much detail) describing your intense week of passion, chemistry, and those irreplaceable hours you had spent together. It felt great to finally tell someone.
"The only way I can try to describe her is that she's like a precious jewel. The kind that you've been searching for, but usually you just end up settling for a pretty stone. Each one is beautiful and charming in their own way, but not exactly what you've been looking for," he said as Jongdae listened. "But y/n is that rare and priceless jewel that would be a shocking discovery for anyone. A sparkling jewel with many facets, and color so rare that you couldnt put a price on it. It would be foolish to leave a treasure like that behind, right?"
"Hyung," Jongdae said. " You just answered your own questions. You've already decided what you're going to do."
"No I haven't," he said. "Why do you think I called you? I'm serious. I need advice."
"Hyuuung! You just described her in poetry. You love her. You don't need my advice." His voice was a tinkling bell, light and playful.
Jongdae wasn't getting it. The stakes were sky-high and he was in desperate need of someone to tell him if he was crazy for getting involved with a fan. You were right, what you said in your letter though. The word "fan" just felt wrong and not applicable anymore.
"Yes I DO. And I have not made any decisions yet, which is why I called you," he said. Baekhyun was getting frustrated now, but he wasn't sure if it was with Jongdae or himself.
"Yes, you have. You just want someone to tell you that you're choosing correctly. And to be honest, there is no right or wrong answer here, hyung. Whatever decision you make about her, I will support you. There will be consequences either way, but that's the way life is. I chose what I wanted because my life is my own and I don't want to live with regret. There were consequences, yes, but we dealt with them together, and luckily we survived it. Not only survived, but we are really happy and soon, we'll finally get to celebrate our love with friends and family."
Baekhyun smiled as he thought about what it would be like to bring you as his date to Jongdae's wedding. What a field day the press would have with that. Some of the fandom would probably disown him. It was a nice daydream, but he quickly brushed it aside.
"Seeing you go through that hard time in your life is what scares me, Jongdae-yah. I want to protect y/n from the sad, scary, even dangerous things that could happen if we are found out. She would be torn to shreds by the media and netizens as a foreigner. Can you imagine the fuckery they would unleash on her? And I'm in the middle of establishing the company. It's not just me I have to consider. You and Minseokie hyung could be affected, too. And the rest of the staff. And the guys. AND," he said, his voice rising along with his blood pressure, "there's the small issue of us living on different continents. Aishhh," he sighed, his fingers rubbing across his forehead as if to iron the uncertainty out of his mind.
"I think you're forgetting something crucial here," Jongdae said after a pause. "Have you asked y/n about all of this? Because this isn't just your decision. Give her the chance to make the call with you. It's not like it's a marriage proposal, but if you decide you want to keep seeing her, it IS a partnership and she has the right to choose if she wants to risk it with you too."
"Fuck, you're right," he sighed. He did need to include you in the decision… the decision for what? A long-distance relationship based on less than a week together if he subtracted the days he was on his business trip?
"But you see how crazy this is, right?! We have only known each other for a week! When I take a step back and look at it without my emotions clouding my judgment, it feels insane to even consider committing to a relationship with someone who lives oceans away. What the hell am I supposed to do?"
"Hyung. Like I said before, you already know what you want. All of the 'what ifs' are just that… 'what ifs'. It's good that you're considering all the angles, but try not to worry about what hasn't happened yet, or may not even happen! Take it one step at a time. What would be the first thing you'd do to get yourself closer to what you really desire? Make a list, make a plan, and eat the elephant one bite at a time, yeah?"
"Mmmm," he replied. He knew it was a smart move to call Jongdae.
He sat there on the edge of the bed as images of you flickered through his mind- the first time you smiled at him, your arms wrapped around his waist as you scurried behind him to the kitchen, that sticky kiss after you made him breakfast. Sitting on his couch with your nose in a book. The look in your eyes as he made love to you over and over.
"Baekhyun-ah, you still there?"
"Yeah, sorry. Uh, Jongdaeyah… I gotta go. And thank you."
"You're welcome," he chuckled. "Good luck!"
"Haha, thanks. Goodnight."
"'Night!"
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Twenty hours, you thought. It had been twenty long hours since you watched the silhouette of Baekhyun shrink in the distance as the car pulled out of the parking garage.
Once you had arrived in Jeju and picked up your rental car, you had not wasted any time in locating and checking into the house you had rented for the next week, craving solitude after having been subjected to crowded airports all day. It had been a very emotional and exhausting journey to Jeju.
Yesterday's skies had mirrored your emotions, but the gray gloom hadn't detracted from the absolute beauty and charm of the island, and you were looking forward to exploring today. It was a brand new day, and by the looks of it, the weather had vastly improved overnight. You yawned and stretched, reaching for your phone to check the weather to find a text from Baekhyun on your lock screen.
The title you asked me for? In your letter…
Treasure. You are my treasure.
Your heart leapt into your throat at the sight of the text on your screen, the text you had been waiting for last night until your eyelids had grown heavy and you couldn't fight off sleep any longer; your emotions bubbled to the surface. Missing him was something you would have to get used to, along with the stretches of no contact that would undoubtedly last longer than twenty hours in the future.
You wiped your eyes on your sleeve after immediately sending a message back, so grateful for the bolster of reassurance that he really did care, and had received the letter. You found it curious that he hadn't said more about it, though. You had really exposed your raw emotions and your heart in that letter, and although you had resolved not to expect anything of him, you had to admit that you craved a bit more. More what?
You waited for a response, pulse racing, only to be disappointed when he didn't reply right away. You couldn't expect the same responsiveness now that he was to be focused on work. You were well aware that he needed to catch up on the things that had piled up over the last week.
It had only been a few minutes since you sent your reply, so you willed yourself to calm the fuck down and check your other messages and notifications. You swiped through them, not really registering the notifications you were clearing out. Your mind wandered back to Baekhyun as you blindly switched from app to app, looking but not seeing.
He had never called you his treasure before, and it came as a bit of a surprise. What did it mean exactly? Treasure was such a specific word. It was so sweet, so romantic, and yet you wished you could have heard him say it to your face rather than in a text.
Selfish bitch. You chuckled. You really needed to go touch some Jeju grass today. You turned over and laid there, in awe of the space you'd be living in for the next six days.
The house had existed for a few hundred years, and had been skillfully restored rather than renovated, the original building materials and layout preserved, although it had been fully updated with all of the modern amenities one could need. It was constructed of ancient beams of wood and plaster, and of basalt, a dark volcanic rock commonly used in construction on islands such as Jeju. The primitive style of the old hanok residence, with its variety of areas made for comfort, meditation, fitness, and play would be the ideal location for you to really rest and focus on yourself.
Today would be your first real day of experiencing the island, as you were too drained yesterday to do anything besides venture out to the closest convenience store for snacks and drinks. Last night, you had sat in your bed consuming a questionable combination of foods that perhaps shouldn't have been eaten together while watching YouTube videos. You caught up on new uploads from your favorite channels , and had also begun researching food and travel vlogs. There were so many great ones out there already, and it felt intimidating to even consider the undertaking of having to film and edit your own videos.
The bed was so comfy as you laid there, mindlessly scrolling on your phone when your thoughts once again returned to him. Why wasn't he waiting by his phone like you were, desperate for some sort of contact? You know why. Don't be stupid.
Your stomach gurgled, interrupting you from spiraling more.
Need coffee.
Your brain and stomach were fully awake now, and so demanding. With a huff, you swung your legs to the side of the bed and stood, stretching away the stiffness of sleep. The host had provided slippers and a robe, adding to the coziness and welcoming nature of the house; it would be so easy to just stay inside the whole day, tucked away in your little den of solitude. This would be the perfect getaway for two, with so many nooks and places to cuddle, drink, fuck, eat, relax, swim, nap, and repeat. Why did your body respond so immediately at the thought of being trapped inside for a week with Baekhyun? The freestanding tub was practically begging for two occupants.
As you dressed and got yourself ready for a day out, you planned to check some items off your long list of places to visit on the western side of the island, close to the village you were staying in. The main destinations you wanted to hit today were a cute cafe (which in your opinion was the most important as it would caffeinate you, and the sooner the better), Osulloc Tea Farm and Innisfree flagship store which were conveniently located right next to each other, and a dinner spot that was well known for its seafood ramyeon. Anything else you could squeeze in would be a bonus. Maybe you could find some cute Jeju souvenirs for your best friend and family today, too.
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Some of the native grasses had started browning and going to seed, the leaves had begun to change colors, and the ocean beckoned you to come get some healing energy as soon as possible. It was the perfect environment for the hole in your chest to begin its process of knitting back together. The sunshine and sea breeze were lifting your spirits a bit, too.
The Osulloc tea fields stretched before you, the windmills dotting the landscape in sharp contrast with the deep, lush green of neatly manicured rows of tea shrubs. You had ordered the basket brunch at the Innisfree Jeju House cafe- a sampler of rice balls, green onion pancakes, fruits, and other nibbles, as well as a green tea Swiss roll cake, a vanilla ube latte, and a sparkling hallabong citrus drink (the signature fruit grown on the island). Soft chatter and sounds coming from the espresso machine mingled in the air around you as you sat and enjoyed your lunch, taking in the gorgeous view outside while posting some of your favorite photos from Jeju so far.
OMG proof of life! I've been waiting to see what you're up to!
That looks so nice! I wish I was there with you!
She's alive!!
Had you really forgotten to post on your socials for that long? You didn't realize people were so invested in your travels and waiting on you for updates. Maybe Baekhyun was right about the YouTube thing.
You had already started filming some footage of your day, trying your best to get eye-catching, artsy shots. You felt a bit weird about wearing the clip-on microphone Baekhyun had given you in public, but no one seemed to care and you figured these aesthetic locations probably attracted many vloggers and influencers anyway.
You almost spat out your drink as a new message came through from Baekhyun. But it wasn't a text to you. It was a bubble message. He hadn't bubbled in quite some time, and come to think of it, not since the day you and he met. You had almost forgotten about bubble and how it used to make your day to get those mass direct messages from him. It felt like a lifetime ago.
Annyeong!!?
Erideul! My loves!!! Did you miss me?! ㅜㅜ
He sent a photo of the view from the Naksan wall trail. From the hike you went on together.
~~healing view!!
Another photo, this time of the light fountains on Banpo Bridge. You weren't ready for the ache in your chest.
Han River walk at night! Isn't it so pretty??
you didn't even know I was there, right?! I'm good at hiding ㅎㅎ
I’m sorry I haven’t talked to you in a while. I've been so busy!
Did you sleep well?
He was on his phone right now. You waited thirty seconds so as to not seem too needy before you texted him.
“Nice bubble photos! Miss you 😭”
He didn't respond. But he wasn't bubbling anymore either. Maybe he had a few minutes to interact with the fans and now he's in a meeting with notifications silenced? It took a lot of restraint not to send a hundred more messages.
As expected, Eris on various socials were already dissecting the photos, playing detective to try and figure out what day his photos had been taken according to the weather. It felt strange to have the inside scoop on his personal life, and to have been present when these photos were taken, yet to feel so far away from him, and not just physically.
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Your afternoon had been successful, having made it to all of the places you wanted to visit. You had decided to do the free soap making workshop at Innisfree, using your time there wisely by making the soap for your best friend. It meant one less souvenir you had to buy, and it smelled amazing. She would love it.
The afternoon was spent wandering the shops along the coastline and grabbing some fun footage of yourself hopping across the multicolored pilings along the seaside. While you waited for the coveted rooftop table at Noraba Ramyeon, you tried to take some "b reel" footage for your first vlog video, hoping you had taken enough aesthetic shots to really showcase this part of the island.
The seafood ramyeon was incredibly fresh and beautifully presented, and the view was to die for. Normally, it would have been the most perfect way to end the day, but that was before the heartbreak. Because no matter how much fun you were having, you wished you could share it with Baekhyun. He would love this. You had said it so many times today. Was it always this exhausting to try and not be hopelessly in love with someone?
You sent him a photo of your bowl.
Ramyeon isn't the same without my Baek ㅜㅜ
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Last night, you had attempted to start editing your first vlog, only to fail miserably. You definitely needed to do more research on editing and the best software program for beginners. After calling it a night, you had planned your next day of adventures, and waited for a reply from Baekhyun that never came.
This morning, you had found another really great cafe for breakfast, carrying on your new tradition of uploading photos to your socials while you ate.
ㅎㅎ it was such a good day!! Miss u too ㅜㅜ
The jumpscare made you gasp out loud, causing the guests of the cafe to turn towards you and stare.
FUCK!
It felt like ages since you had received a text from Baekhyun and now you couldn't remember how to respond like a normal human.
The dots began jumping up and down. He was writing more. You decided to play it cool by reacting to his last message with a heart.
My mouth is watering!! That ramyeon looks so good~~
Did you love it??
"Oh my god!", you said aloud, drawing attention to yourself once again.
Y/n, I have a surprise for you ㅎㅎ
What the fuck?
A surprise?? 😮 tell me!!
Yes the ramyeon was so delicious… You would love it!
You waited as his dots continued to jump. You sipped your coffee, about to launch off the chair in anticipation.
Well, I know of a chef there who specializes in Jeju black pork! It's a famous dish 😊
He didn't know that you had already planned on eating black pork this week. What was he up to?
So I called to see if they could prepare a special meal for you to film for your vlog! If you don't already have plans tomorrow night, he would be happy to have you at 7:00pm. My treat ㅎㅎ
Here you were, sulking for the last few days while he worked his ass off, and somehow had managed to plan something special just for you. God, I'm such a brat!
Baek?! I can't believe you did that for me 😭 that is so thoughtful of you!
THANK YOU 🥹
Although you may have to wait awhile on the vlog. I suck at editing 😑
But yay! I'm so excited
ㅎㅎ That's ok! You will learn!! ❤️
Ok, I will let the chef know you're coming! The restaurant is called The Flying Hog, and your reservation is for 7:00pm.
I have to go now ㅠㅠ
Sorry if I don't respond right away, but I'm trying to get work done 😭
No worries, I understand! You're the boss now!
Thank you so much, Baek. I MISS YOU!
You set the phone down with a *clack* on the table, the noise louder than you had expected.
You couldn't help it. You covered your face and kicked your feet, well aware that you were drawing more unwanted attention to yourself, but that was the least of your worries right now. Not only had he been thinking about you, he had also planned something so thoughtful for you in his absence. Baekhyun's generosity continued to follow you, even after you had been completely spoiled and looked after by him last week.
If anything, this one gesture made you crave him even more than before. It was such an interesting kind of ache. What was the definition for admiration mixed with longing? What about happiness and desperation? It was all new territory you were discovering, and you had to remind yourself that the journey you were on was certainly character-building. Patience and gratitude would be paramount now.
After leaving the cafe to properly freak out in the car, you headed back to the house for some leisure time before dinner.
Baekhyun had gifted you this amazing opportunity to film some unique and exclusive content for your (as of now nonexistent) YouTube channel, and you were not about to squander the opportunity. He had revived the spark in you, and you took the afternoon to devise a plan for tomorrow night's dinner. The house became a haven for your creativity with its magazine-worthy views at every turn, the indoor plants and even the scent of the house pouring its life-force into you. The dreamy sheer draperies billowing in the breeze from the open window added an ethereal quality to the mood, and you found that for the first time since you had left him, you felt peaceful.
Your equipment was scattered out on the kitchen table, and as you sipped your coffee, you took stock of everything you would need for dinner at The Flying Hog. Your camera would need to be charged, and you needed to make sure you had a tripod, spare battery, storage, and the mic Baekhyun had given you. What else am I forgetting? What the hell am I going to wear?
Tomorrow, you would need to go shopping.
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Good morning, angel!
I'm nervous for tonight!
But excited! I think I have everything prepared
I wish you could be here with me… you always make me feel stronger
Anyways, hope you're having a good day! Miss you, Baek!
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The Flying Hog was located in Seogwipo, a city in the south-central part of Jeju, and quite the drive. You were glad you had done your research on the restaurant, because it was quite fancier and more expensive than the other places you would usually visit. Luckily, you had found a gorgeous black satin shirt dress at a boutique earlier in the day, as well as a pair of strappy heels to make you feel appropriately dressed for the setting. The dress was cut on a bias, allowing the material to drape and slink over your curves as you walked. The side slits hit perfectly above your knees, and the cuffs of the long sleeves along with the collar added a sophistication otherwise missing from anything in your wardrobe. You chose to do something different with your makeup, opting for a soft smoky eye and red lipstick, a bold choice that made you feel empowered and confident for tonight.
You were struck by the whimsical decor of the restaurant as you opened the door and entered; Baekhyun had chosen the restaurant for you perfectly. The white, modern lanterns cast a soft, ambient glow over the tables which were set at regular intervals along playful, almost circus tent-shaped, banquette seating. The floor had been set in a pattern of rectangular tiles of black and white marble that gleamed and reflected the orbs above them. The sun had set, the colors of the sky over the ocean were picture perfect, framed by wide, floor to ceiling windows. Votive candles in cut crystal cups on every table brought life and motion to the room. It was so romantic. You looked around and realized it was mostly couples at the tables, making soft eyes and holding hands, and you did your best not to let it dampen your spirits. You were here for a different reason.
A cute, petite woman in a pantsuit walked over from the podium. She had perfect bangs, her hair drawn back into a neat ponytail.
"Miss Y/n? Hello, I'm Sunny! Welcome to The Flying Hog! Will you please follow me?"
"Yes, nice to meet you! Thank you!"
She lead you to your table at the far corner of the restaurant, the cozy chef's table which was situated close to the kitchen, but with a picturesque view of the ocean below.
"Wow, this is stunning!", you said as you took your seat.
"It's our pleasure to serve you this evening. Tonight's meal is a prix fixe menu with a variety of the chef's most popular dishes. Here is the wine menu. Would you like a few minutes to take a look?"
"Yes, that would be great! I also need to set up a few things for my vlog," you said, praying she knew what you were talking about.
"Ahh, yes! Make yourself comfortable, and the server will be with you shortly to take your drink order," said Sunny.
"Great, thank you so much."
Baekhyun really had taken care of everything, and it took your anxiety level down several notches as you set your equipment up, clipped your mic on, and filmed a few shots of the table setting, the menu, the view, and yourself, sitting in your seat near the window. You had already done your research on the restaurant as well as the head chef, and had even outlined somewhat of a script to follow, comprised of how you wanted the camera to be set up, the shots you knew you wanted to get, and a list of settings to check as soon as you were seated. You jotted down some notes for things to talk about in your vlog voice over as a server came to take your order.
Just as the waiter stepped away, a male figure talking to the Sunny near the entrance caught your eye. Damn that guy is handsome you thought as you took in his figure. He pushed his hair back off his face, and you noted that his sleeves were rolled up to his forearms, a thin tennis bracelet around his wrist catching the light. To your shock, Sunny held out a hand in your direction and his eyes followed, landing on yours. Your hand flew to your mouth, muffling an involuntary gasp.
WHAT?!
Your soul had left your body.
He bowed to the hostess before turning back towards you and began walking in your direction as you mouthed "what the fuck". You sat there in shock, heart in your throat, watching him move as if in slow motion, beaming a soul-snatching smile. You didn't know if you wanted to scream or cry or just melt into the floor. Instead, you stayed glued to your chair, gobsmacked. It was hard to breathe, and your body trembled as you tried to make sense of what you were seeing.
How was he here? Why was he here? And why did he look like that? It was too hard to process.
He strode towards you dressed in chunky black boots, fitted denim jeans that flared out over the boots just so, a white collared button up shirt with a black tie, and thick, black rimmed glasses.
The glasses were unnecessary. RUDE even. How the fuck did he know your ultimate weakness was him in glasses? And he has the audacity to show up, looking like the hot nerd of your dreams…
The Baekhyun you had grown accustomed to in real life usually dressed casually (although his "casual" clothing was still high end designer labels), the puppy boyfriend version. THIS Baekhyun was a fucking punch to the gut, his aura preceding him as he sped up the closer he got to you.
Somehow you willed yourself to stand up on wobbly knees as it seemed this was in fact not a hallucination.
He stopped short, inches from you and scooped you up into an all-consuming embrace.
His laugh! Oh my god his laugh…
"What— HOW???"
His head found its place in the crook of your neck and he inhaled sharply before setting you down on your feet again.
"You're here," you said. Your voice betrayed you with the smallest quiver.
"Yeah, I am. Hi pretty," he said in your ear. Soft giggles echoed in his chest against you as he kissed your cheek. Your head automatically rested against his chest as if it lived there.
“Surprise!”, he sang.
"Is this real?" You held onto him tightly, unwilling to let go just yet. His scent enveloped you and confirmed that yes, it was real. He was really in your arms and his hands rubbed comfortingly along your back.
You didn't know what was going on, but right now you just needed to look into his eyes. Really look. You pulled back just far enough to be able to see his face.
"I'm here," he said, barely loud enough for anyone else to hear. He flashed his heart-stopper of a smile at you, leaving you lost for words once again."You look so beautiful." He squeezed your waist.
You could only smile and laugh, happy tears be damned.
"May I join you for dinner?", he asked.
"Only if you tell me what the hell is going on," you said, taking a seat and pulling him down with you onto the banquette seating. "I need you to sit next to me, so I can touch you and make sure you're really, actually here and I'm not just delusional."
"I'll explain everything in just a minute," he said, lacing his fingers through yours and planting a kiss on the top of your hand before flagging down a server. To your surprise, you could feel that he was shaking slightly as well.
He ordered some wine as you sat there, dumbfounded at his beauty and his scent and the feeling of the side of his body touching yours.
He turned to you with soft eyes, brushed your cheek and the world melted away.
He took a deep breath, smiled, and began.
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