✘summary: Run down and broken. Silent and erie. The events of a night only coming in shades of black and white. UN Village, the place with the hotel with one bellhop.
✘genre: smut&angst//bellhop!baekhyun//sexual content//adult themes//PWP
Erie and quiet. You could hear the rain hit the streets outside from the crack in the window. The cool air not overbearing, not too suffocating. It was oddly quiet. Hannamdong wasn’t really an area being passed by. So there was no surprise that no cars were heard outside your window. But no sounds in the building made you uncomfortable. No sounds of living. Nothing.
The room was spacious, a large queen bed sat in the middle. Two bedside tables on either side of the bed minimally decorated. The long dresser sat opposite of the bed below the TV mounted on the wall. The chair that had been upholstered one too many times with a small table next to it with magazines from 3 years ago. The carpet that seemed new but was probably just not lived in. The closet with new doorknobs updating the old doors. The bathroom with the door slightly ajar but you could tell it was fairly old.
Even in the room, with space and comfort present in every corner, you felt lonely. You felt like the past, the door you tried to push closed was slowly opening. It made you scared. It made you feel suffocated. The room got stuffy. Your chest got tight and your heart was pounding faster and faster. You had a habit of running when this feeling came. It felt like it was going to crush you.
You didn’t think of anything. You just got up from the chair in the corner and went straight for the door. You didn’t grab anything, just went out. You walked down the hallway semi unaware of what was happening. Your feet just dragged you on and on. And before you could come down, your feet stopped you outside. The rain instantly distracting your mind, waking you up from your daze. You stood outside in your already soaked clothes. Your eyes closing at the feeling of panic leaving your bones. The consumption of being captive in your own skin washing away in the rain.
“Are you ok?” a voice says behind you. You feel a hand grab your arm lightly, ever so lightly. You turn around and see Baekhyun standing in the rain with nothing but a paper over his head. The rain ruining his uniform, slightly soaking his hair. He looked at you with worry. A worry you never received from a stranger. You looked down at yourself. Your own body soaked from head to toe. You must have walked right past him. He must have called for you.
“Hey, come back inside.” he said again breaking the silence. His light hand on your arm went to the small of your back to guide you back in. You went with him. His warm nature making your body oblige. Once inside he throws the paper away and looks at you. You’re slightly shaking. Dripping water all over the lobby. He looks unsure. You know he thinks you’re crazy now.
“You didn’t happen to grab your key, did you?” he smiled. You looked up at him, wet hair covering most of your face. You shake your head and look away before he could notice your eyes tearing up. But he noticed.
“Hey it’s ok we always have spares.” he says leading you to the desk and giving you a tissue before going to get another key card. He wasted no time in moving you back to your room. His hand never leaving your back. His eyes would always look down at you when you sniffled or shook. His manner was so comforting but you were losing to your own uninvited emotions.
When he opened the door to your room, you walked in first. You didn’t know if he’d come in or just let you be alone. But you didn’t want to be alone. You were alone before and it led you outside in the rain. He sensed that as he stood at the door watching you slowly walk in. You turned around and looked at him. Your watery eyes doing all the talking. He gave a small smile and looked out back into the hallway before stepping in and closing the door.
You both stood in silence shuffling slightly in place. You let out a little laugh and sniffle. He looked over at you and smiled. His face was confused. He must have thought you were insane by now. You could have very well be a serial killer the way your moods were jumping.
“What’s so funny?” he said. He walked over to you a little more and looked you up and down. You looked up at him and his wet bellhop jacket and hair.
“You probably think I’m crazy.” you said still slightly laughing at yourself. It all looked insane. But your head just wasn’t in one place. It was an insane peace of mind.
“I just think you need someone.” he said cutting you into pieces. You stopped laughing. You looked up at him and his eyes were sad. He saw you for who you were but it was something you didn’t think he’d notice. You were lonely. You were a little sad and had no one. And that was something he noticed.
“I’m sorry. I just...I know how you must feel right now.” he continued after you didn’t reply. You looked at him with soft eyes. You nodded slowly moving to walk towards your bag.
“I guess all lonely souls know how to spot another.” you say. Your voice was weak. Your eyes daring to burn again. You felt his hand on your back once again. He was right behind you. You heard him sigh and then let go.
“You should probably change. You could catch a cold.” he said.
You didn’t mind him being in your room while you took a quick shower and changed in the bathroom. He was somehow extremely comfortable with you and you to him. And part of you just liked the company. It’s been so long. Been forever since the last time someone understood you. Since someone showed an ounce of care the way you needed it. Maybe you were bing selfish. Dragging him into your sad life to be your temporary savior. But you were too far gone to care. Anything to keep you from snapping off the deep end.
You took the shortest shower you’ve ever had and put on your pjs, a thin t-shirt and shorts. You had to think at first if it was appropriate. Your shirt was very thin and you weren’t wearing a bra. And the shorts weren’t that short but they were still shorts. But after a while you didn’t care, they were the only ones you brought out of your car. You walked back into the room and saw him. He was facing the window. His bare back to you.
His skin was slightly glowing, if that makes sense. His back was broad. He was wearing a pair of sweatpants now. You figured he went to get changed too. He was completely unaware of you standing there as he hummed a soft tune. You stepped forward and your jeans belt buckle hit the dresser making a clicking sound. He turned around and shared a looked with you.
“Sorry, I didn’t know you were changing.” you said looking down. Your bare legs completely exposed to him. Why did you have to bring shorts?
“Well you weren’t the only one soaked.” he laughed. His laugh was always so welcoming, so soft. You looked back up at him, but he still stood shirtless. His shirt in his hand but not moving to put it on. You cleared your throat and moved to put your wet clothes to dry. He followed you with his eyes. And still when you turned to face him, he stood topless, eyes on yours.
“Thanks for doing this.” you say looking away and moving to sit on the bed. You were getting slightly uncomfortable and not in a bad way. Yes he was a stranger, but he wasn’t a threatening stranger. He was someone you wanted to know more of, wanted to be closer to.
“I haven’t done anything.” he said walking towards you. His innocent nature contradicting his appearance. You wouldn’t look at him.
“I know. Well you have. You have done so much for me. I don’t think you could begin to understand but-,” you said. Your hands playing with the frills on the end of your shorts. You see his feet come into view and then feel the bed dip as he sat next to you.
“I’m only doing what I know should be done.” he said taking your hand. He held it in his. His hand was warm.
“Thank you.” you said looking up at him. His face right next to yours until he turned to you. His eyes directly on your lips. You could feel your heart beating though your fingertips. You knew he could feel it to. You looked around his face, searching for something, anything. He smirked.
“Well I only have one night.” he said. And you had to look at his eyes before you did anything. You had this urge to connect with him, his lips. But you had to make sure he felt the same. And you saw that he did.
You leaned forward and pressed your lips to his. His soft warm lips were so intoxicating. His hand holding yours tightened. Your lips molded together so slowly. The taste of each other drifting you both farther and farther from reality. The longer you held his lips to your the more instense it got. You both shifted to the side to have a better access to each other. His free hand coming slowly to caress your cheek. You let out a small noise, nothing too intense but something. He pulls away from your lips. His lips and cheeks were flushed. But his eyes were hooded.
He got up and looked at the head of the bed then back at you. You looked at the head too and back at him, then moved to go lay down. His eyes traced your body. He came up to hover on top of you. His hands not touching you or lips on you. He just watched you. Your hands went to the sides of his abdomen making him flinch at the coldness. You bring his body down slowly to yours resting him between you legs. His breathing was heavy along with yours. Your eyes bouncing between his and his lips. He slowly came down to kiss you again. His hips grinded into you once as his lips met yours. You moaned into his mouth making him do it again. But you didn’t know what your sounds were doing to him. You noticed that everytime you made a noise he stopped and went to the next step, so they were doing something to him.
He pulled away and looked down at your clothed body, your pointed nipples piercing through the too thin t-shirt. His hands went to push the shirt up slowly as if waiting for you to stop him, but you never did. He pulled the shirt off and threw it on the floor. You lifted your hips a bit out of want. He noticed and traced your body with his light fingers. He went from your jaw to your neck, brushing your collar bone. Then he lightly let his palm rub over your nipples. It felt like his hands were flames torching your skin. His hands went on either side of your waist; his hands weren’t large but they still made you seem small. He paused at the waistband of your shorts and pulled them down along with your underwear.
He let out a groan. It was so deep, literally at the back of his throat. It made you shiver. He spread your legs without a second after pulling your bottoms off. His hands close you your core but not touching it. His thumbs working outside your lips pulling them apart as he watched you clench and unclench.
You let out a whimper which made him look up at you, his eyes slowly moving up your body as his tongue darted out to taste his own lip. He lets go of your legs and ran a hand through his hair before coming back down to hover over you. But you were hungry.
He kissed you again and let his hand travel down between you two. His fingers tracing your lips before sliding between the folds. His finger covered in your precum making him moan at the feeling. You wanted more. He was so inviting.
You ran your hands down his body to the waistband of his sweatpants. He hummed into your lips making you buck your hips up. His voice was so pleasing.
He helped you push his pants down, letting him free. And the minute he was, he was at your entrance. His need was evident in the way his manhood throbbed in your fingertips. He groaned as you rubbed his tip on your clit slowly. His own hand reaching for yours to stop your movements. You were unintentionally teasing him. He paused and pulled back before looking down at your sex. His hum light and full. You moved over and grabbed your wallet from the bedside table and pulled out a condom. It was funny you even had one, you were so unaccustomed to this. And he knew that. He grabbed it from you as you laid there staring at the gold wrapper in your hand. He kissed your neck before putting it on and resuming back to his position.
“I need more than one night.” he whispered before slowly pushing into you. Your words were caught in your throat as he went further and further into you. Your face instantly screwing up in bliss. His voice making a low groan as he stopped inside you letting you adjust. Your nails dug into his sides as you tried to calm the throbbing between your legs. He pulled out, and pushed in again. And again until you were loose enough to move without unbearable friction cutting him off. You were both close. The sensation of being with someone made your senses heightened. You could feel his every vein rub against your walls. He could feel the way you tightened and loosened around him over and over again. His lips on yours before breaking away to look at the way your flushed face reacted to him. You could be as loud as you wanted, as loud as you pleased. But you had no sounds to make. Your body was visibly shaking trying not to cum. His face right above yours didn’t make it easier. His own light pants and whines breaking that weak barrier as he pushed and pushed into your spot.
It wasn’t overdramatic or anticlimactic. It was everything. The way you both came down only to never leave each other. You came as he slipped his hand between you two after whispering his close arrival in your ear. Your clit being lightly stimulated but it felt euphoric as he slid in and out at the angle he did. Your own climax whipping away your vision.
He stayed inside you, letting his cum slowly fill the condom. You both panted heavily. You ran your hands through his tousled hair and he laid snug in the crook of your neck. His light sighs and hums reminding you of what happiness feels like.
“We have a lifetime in UN Village.” you whisper and you could feel his tired smile against your neck.
