My Answer (Is You)
Exo Fanfiction
Byun Baekhyun x Reader
Wordcount: 4k
Genre: fluff (teeny tiny amount of implied smut)
Wedding AU
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“How many puns should I write into these vows?” You overhear Baekhyun asking himself.
You’ve just walked through the door. It’s the late evening and you’ve just arrived home from work after a short stop at the grocery store.
Walking in on your fiance still trying to write his vows for your wedding that’s in less than a month
He’s scratching the top of his head as he hunches over the laptop screen in front of him. Sitting at the small dining table in the corner of your kitchen, his back facing away from you.
You close the door behind you gently and walk up behind him.
“So you think proclaiming your love for me is a joke, huh?” you whisper menacingly in his ear, trying to hold back your urge to laugh.
Baekhyun jumps out of his seat in surprise.
“WHY ARE YOU CREEPING UP ON ME” he gasps, dramatically holding his chest and slamming his laptop shut in an attempt to hide the blank word document that you already saw over his shoulder moments ago.
You ignore his dramatics and set the groceries weighing down your arms on the counter.
“You know something Baek-” you huff as you start to unpack the food into the fridge and cupboards.
You’re about to say something petty, feeling frustrated and tired from a particularly stressful day at work.
The brief thought that Baekhyun isn’t taking your wedding seriously appears in your mind before you cut it off with a shake of your head.
At the same time, you feel a pair of strong hands slipping around your waist, pulling you closely as the warmth of Baekhyun’s lips presses softly behind your ear.
You instantly relax. Leaning against him as you let out all feelings of tension in a single breath.
“Hey” he whispers, his lips still resting on the back of your neck.
“Why don’t you go take a nice relaxing shower? I’ll finish putting this stuff away and get dinner started.”
He’s rocking you gently side to side.
“We can put them away together” you hum, turning in his arms and reaching upwards to cup his face.
You pull him into a soft kiss, feeling the corners of his lips pull back into a smile against your mouth.
His hand trails up your back to the nape of your neck, his other still wrapped around your waist as he pushes your back into the counter. Pressing himself into you as he deepens the kiss.
You pull back from his devil lips before he has a chance to put you under his spell. “The groceries babe.”
You giggle as he pouts back at you.
Baekhyun’s is definitely the more clingy one in your relationship.
You smack him on the butt playfully as you release yourself from his embrace. “Let’s get cracking, I’m starving!”.
You work in unison. Baekhyun unpacking the frozen and chilled stuff away while you organise the cupboard items.
“Leave some of that, I’ll do the top shelf” he singsongs smugly.
“Says the man who is literally two inches taller”. You mutter under your breath.
“What did you say?!”
You ignore him, stretching up on your tiptoes to place some cans of soup up onto the top shelf.
“Oh yeah, thank god I’ve got you and your giant ass,” you add sarcastically.
You hear him huff as he closes the fridge and steps beside you, snatching the bag of pasta out of your hands in protest.
As he opens back up the cupboard, the soup you'd just placed starts to wobble threateningly.
Your eyes widen as the can topples off the shelf. Everything happening in slow motion as Baekhyun’s mouth falls open in shock.
“OOOF!”
The can bounces off the top of his head.
You clasp your hands over your mouth. Half in shock, half to stifle the laughter building up in the back of your throat.
He turns his head to look at you and when you make eye contact you lose it, bursting into a fit of giggles.
“Are you okay?!” You ask gasping for air, reaching up to check his head.
He smacks your hand away “DID YOU DO THAT ON PURPOSE!” he accuses, rubbing the top of his head while looking mildly distressed.
You have tears coming out of your eyes at this point and all you can manage is a shake of your head as you try and compose yourself.
Baekhyun is staring at you with eyes full of betrayal, his arms crossed defensively over his chest and a giant pout present on his lips.
You catch your breath and wipe a tear from your cheek.
“Babe, you really think I would set the can of soup up there just for it to fall on you?”
His face softens a fraction but then you snort. “It’s a waste of soup!”
“Well it’s not like you don’t already have a history of throwing things at me!” he sniffs, holding his head and refusing to meet your eye in quiet protest.
You start feeling a little guilty. He would have laughed at you but when he’s standing there all cute and whiney you can’t help but feel a little sorry for him.
You reach out and take his free hand in yours.
“Well if I didn’t throw that book at your head, we wouldn’t be getting married” you offer sheepishly, trying to suck up a little as you wrap your arms around his waist.
He looks down at you feigning innocence, a mischievous glint in his eye.
“Are you gonna kiss it better?” he asks, rubbing the wrong side of his head.
You raise your eyebrow in response as he tests your patience, but you decide to allow him this victory and tilt your chin up to offer him your lips.
He flashes you a goofy smile and kisses you softly.
“Well, it might have been partially my fault”.
“The soup or the book?”
“Both”
You met Baekhyun in college, after being assigned as project partners while taking the same sociology class.
It was the first time you’d crossed paths but you were painfully aware of him. He was the loud type, always offering his opinion without the teacher asking it. Anything to draw a laugh out of the rest of the class.
You decided to give him the benefit of the doubt, opting to not judge the book by its cover. He could have been a genius for all you knew.
He proved you wrong, but not on the genius assumption. More so for expecting him to cooperate at all.
You had broken off into your assigned pairs and were meant to spend the rest of the class working on ideas for a presentation relating to mass media and its influence on the younger generation.
Baekhyun seemed to have other ideas and asked you a bunch of nonsense questions as you sat opposite him trying to refocus him to the task at hand.
You felt incredibly frustrated as you stared down at the empty page of bullet points in your notebook.
“I have a fantastic idea!” he called out, getting your hopes up.
Then he let rip the loudest fart you’d ever heard.
You could only look up in disbelief as he sat there laughing unashamedly.
“Wow, you could’ve waited for class to finish?” he tried to imply as he pinched his nose at you.
You felt mortified. When the rest of the class joined in with his laugher you saw red and launched your notebook straight at his head.
Then you were both promptly marched to the headmaster's office.
You had never gotten detention before and vowed to never speak to Byun Baekhyun ever again.
You sat in the small detention room for the rest of the day, feeling absolutely ashamed of your outburst. Wondered if you should apologise to the boy sitting behind you.
It was just the two of you in the room, the teacher had just left to get some coffee and warned you to remain in silence.
“I’m sorry” you had started. “I don’t know what came over me-”.
Your voice waved and eyes stung as tears threatened to fall.
“Oh no please don’t say that” came the voice behind you.
“I was acting like an idiot, I don’t even know what made me think that it was a good idea”.
You turned around at his words. Surprised that he had apologised.
“I thought it would, you know, break down the barriers” He shook his head “but it was childish. I just wanted to see you laughing with me for once”.
You had felt confused at his words.
“W-what, why?” you stammered in total disbelief.
“I…Uh, I guess I always thought you were cute and you’re always so nice to everybody else and I just wanted you to like me?”
You remember the way Baekhyun’s cheeks had flushed red, and that yours matched.
“You could have just tried being yourself” you hadn’t realised at the time, but Baekhyun later told you that what you said that day sparked a more genuine side of him.
No longer feeling the need to act like the class clown.
Most of the time.
“How is your head?” you’d asked.
And as if a director had yelled ‘action!’ he held his head with both hands and sharply sucked in a breath.
“Ahhhhh, well I haven’t looked properly yet but I swear I felt a bump earlier” he winced.
You called his bluff and feigned concern as you stood up to and walked over.
“Oh my goodness, you poor thing” you cooed, as you tried to hold back all traces of sarcasm from your voice.
Baekhyun looked up at you with wide eyes as you placed your own hands on his head.
“Wha-what are you doing?” he stuttered out, looking surprised.
“Does it hurt here?” you poked the spot on his forehead that you hit with your index finger.
He shook his head.
“What about here?” you offered as you poked another random spot on his forehead, that time with more force.
“AH!” he cried out as he grabbed hold of your hand to make you stop.
“You’re not even hurt you big dramatic baby”
You shouted at him, while you’d felt acutely aware that you had been essentially holding hands.
“Well my feelings were hurt” he’d defended as you pulled your hands from his grip and slumped back into your chair with your arms crossed.
“This is all your fault Byun Baekhyun!” you sighed loudly. “But, I guess chucking my notebook at you wasn’t very nice of me…so I’m sorry”.
Just as you uttered those words, you heard someone clear their throat.
You turned your head to find the headmaster stood in the doorway.
“I see you’ve worked this out between yourselves, so I guess I won’t ever be seeing you outside my office again?”.
You both nodded your heads frantically and he dismissed you.
You shot quickly out of the classroom, school had already ended so you walked towards the exit when you heard your name being called.
It could have only been Baekhyun, so you stopped and waited for him to catch up to you.
“So, are we friends now?” he had asked shamelessly as he fell into step with you. A wide shit-eating grin plastered across his face as he looked at you hopefully.
What can you say, he had you at the first puppy dog look.
“Sure, we’re project partners after all” you smiled at him before you turned to head in the direction of your street. But he reached out to stop you.
“What if I asked you to come and get some ice cream with me instead of going straight home” He rubbed the back of his neck, a habit that you would learn he only had when he was extremely nervous. “My treat?
You knew at that moment that you were going to be a sucker for the real Baekhyun.
“I’d love to”. You smiled up at him as he gestured for you to lead the way.
“Yeah let’s go, it’ll be a da-“ he starts before stopping mid-sentence.
“Huh?”
“Nothing!”
The rest was history. You started dating, moved in together after you graduated and got engaged two years ago.
He had proposed in the most Baekhyun way possible.
Baekhyun had gotten all your friends and family to hold up a letter, and hid each picture around your apartment as a scavenger hunt on your birthday.
He was your first love and you’re future.
“Since we unpacked the groceries together, maybe we should shower together...” Baekhyun purrs into your ear, pulling you from your thoughts.
You hum thoughtfully as you leave him standing in the kitchen, heading towards the shower.
He starts to follow you until you look back at him over your shoulder.
“You won’t be sharing anything with me until you’ve finished your vows Byun Baekhyun!”
You hear him groan in defeat as you shut the bathroom door.
***
Three weeks later you’re sat at your wedding reception. The ceremony was beautiful and emotional, Baekhyun managing to avoid the puns in his vows.
“Let's be dumb together, make bad choices...eat the wrong things, take the wrong turns, and then let's tell great stories. The same ones over and over, forever and ever until no one can stand us but each other”
He sniffed, squeezing your hands tightly, all while staring at you like you were the only other person in existence.
You couldn’t stop your tears of joy as you nodded furiously, smiling so hard that your face still aches even now.
There was only one small incident.
“I can’t find them!” Chanyeol panicked, (meaning your wedding rings) as he frantically patted down his trousers.
You and Baekhyun stood awkwardly and the room was deafeningly quiet.
“Check your pockets.” Kyungsoo, one of Baekhyun’s other groomsmen had whispered
“I already did.” Chanyeol snapped back.
Baekhyun started to whisper reassuringly that you didn’t even need rings.
“Nothing will stop me from marrying you today”
“Check your inner pockets.” Kyungsoo hissed, as you and Baekhyun became more and more anxious.
“They’re not – oh, son of a bitch!”
You think the entire room groaned in relief.
His ears turned red in embarrassment as he sheepishly passed them along to you and Baekhyun.
Later in the evening, everyone sits at their tables enjoying dessert.
You decided to go with a traditional three-course sit-down meal.
Currently regretting your decision to not change out of your wedding dress for the reception, but damn you felt sexy in your lace backless mermaid gown.
Baekhyun’s jaw practically fell to the floor when you’d walked down the aisle.
One of the servers approaches your table with a huge smile, “Could I get you anything else?”
In unison, you and Baekhyun reply “More of the ice cream cak-”.
You both burst into laughter.
“Wow, can I marry you again?” he gushes.
You press your lips to his cheek and whisper in his ear.
“I’d marry you every day if you didn’t mind us going bankrupt.” you tease.
Baekhyun snorts, followed by the sound of someone clearing their throat.
You forgot the server was standing there.
“Apologies for the interruption, I just wanted to confirm that you both wanted more of the cake”.
You nod, blushing slightly. “Two more servings of cake for me and my husband please!”
Baekhyun gushes in excitement at your use of his new title.
When the waiter steps away you continue where you left off. Baekhyun is already leaning towards you and offers you his free hand, you grin and high five him.
“Excellent decision making Mrs Byun” he grins, moving in to steal another kiss.
“You guys are giving me toothache” complains your brother Sehun.
You look over to see him shaking his head with a grimace.
“You brat, this is my wedding!”.
You tickle the side of his ribs playfully, forcing him to crack a smile.
“You’ve got yourself a keeper” You overhear Junmyeon, Baekhyun's co-worker slur.
You look over just as he affectionately throws his arm around Baekhyun’s shoulder, looking like he’s about to tear up, his cheeks tinged pink from the effects of the open bar.
“Eh hem!”
Chanyeol stands up and taps at his glass trying to gain everyone’s attention.
Not seeming to realise how hard he’s tapping until the glass loudly shatters everywhere.
“OH SHIT!”
With everyone’s attention caught, Chanyeol sheepishly wipes the spilt champagne off his trousers.
“Well that certainly BROKE the silence” he stammers nervously, trying to laugh it off.
Junmyeon laughs hysterically while Sehun pretends to gag.
Chanyeol kicks off the speeches for the evening, talking about how he first met Baekhyun in grade school, becoming best friends over their love of yu-gi-oh and ferrets and giving a short recap of all the pranks they’d pulled together.
You notice Baekhyun sinking in his chair as Chanyeol reveals how he had wanted to be a Ballerina when he was little.
You gasp for air, laughing at the image of your husband wearing a tutu.
Instant payback comes in the form of your maid of honour recalling the time you got super drunk during your first year of college and tried to fight the cardboard cut out of your favourite boy band member in the middle of a shopping centre.
She didn’t even spare you and leave out the part where you proceeded to sob when his head snapped off.
“The mall even made her pay for the standee and she brought him home!”
You hide your face in your hands as Baekhyun vibrates with laughter next to you.
“He lived in our dorm until we graduated! But alas, he was no match for Byun Baekhyun!”
You shoot her a death glare as she finishes up her speech, your guests laughing happily around you.
After the speeches are finished, the DJ announces that it’s time for you and Baekhyun to have your first dance.
The lights around the edge of the room dim as the dance floor lights up. You and Baekhyun stand, walking hand in hand to take your places at the centre of the room.
Everyone else forms a circle around the edges of the dance floor, phones and cameras out at the ready.
Baekhyun places one arm around your waist and holds out the other.
You, in turn, place your hand atop his and the other gently on his shoulder, just like you had been practising the last couple of months.
The lighting of the dancefloor shines around him, highlighting every beautiful angle on your husband’s face. You feel giddy over the knowledge that you get to kiss his beautiful lips for the rest of your life.
The soft piano of Sam Kim’s ‘Would You Believe’ slowly fills the room as you start to dance, floating under Baekhyun's hold as he leads you around the room.
It all feels so effortless, just like your love.
You wrap your arms around Baekhyun, pressing your body tightly against him as he steals kisses from your lips. Your friends and family clapping and cheering.
The DJ offers for the rest of the room to join you on the dance floor, but everyone blurs in comparison to the man holding you.
You aren’t sure how long you’ve been slow dancing with Baekhyun, your head resting comfortably on his shoulder and his face buried in the crook of your shoulder and neck.
“The moment I first saw you,
I was so attracted to you,
I didn’t weigh out my thoughts and just talked”
You shiver as Baekhyun sings softly in your ear. His voice, low and melodic.
“The answer is you…
My answer is you,
I showed you my everything,
You are my everything...
Because I was so sure”.
You inhale sharply as his hand slips lower to rest on the curve of your back, just above your ass as he continues to serenade you.
“Hey” you whisper, kissing just below his ear. “Wanna sneak away?”
Baekhyun gazes down at you, a devilish glint in the amber hues of his eyes.
“I thought you’d never ask” he grins, pulling you into a heated kiss.
“Get a room!”
You think Jongdae shouts out from somewhere behind you, you both laugh and break your kiss to look over at your group of friends.
It looks like they’re playing some type of drinking game over at one of the tables. Chanyeol is already passed out, slumped over the table.
Baekhyun takes your hand and leads you out of the room before anyone else can catch you slipping away from the party.
It was getting late anyway and you have a flight to catch to the Maldives in the morning.
You were staying in the venue overnight, a beautiful manor house in the countryside.
You knew a lot of the guests were also staying, so you could catch them at breakfast before your airport taxi arrives.
When you arrive at your room Baekhyun suddenly scoops you up in your arms making you squeal.
“What are you doing” you giggle.
“I’m carrying you over the threshold!”
“Uh what about the room key?” you snort. “Ah, shit...it’s in my pocket”.
You reach your arm down behind you, feeling for his pocket. “Wow is that a big key or are you just happy to see me” you gasp.
You make it into the room, Baekhyun placing you back onto your feet and unzipping your dress all in one swift movement.
“What the-” He cuts you off as he presses himself against you, mouth hungrily catching your lips as he walks you backwards and lays you gently on the bed.
He steps back to loosen his tie and clicks a button on a tiny remote that you didn’t even notice him pick up.
R’n’B music begins to pulse from the speakers as he saunters back over to the bed.
No sleep tonight We makin' love until the sun shines down on us No sleep tonight We makin' love until the sun (yeah)
“What are you doing?” you snort.
Baekhyun bites his lip and waggles his brow as he presses you softly into the mattress. Running his hands down the smooth silk of your lingerie.
“I’m seducing you, Mrs Byun”.
You exhale happily, shuddering under his touch.
“I’m all yours”.