#baekirau

[asterises-blog]

baekirau

He wasn’t entirely sure how he got caught up in this situation. In which he needed to babysit someone and make them his top priority for the night. Surely, it was more than he had originally bargained for, but that’s the price he has to pay for barging into the business of another, but what more could he possibly do? This woman was cornered by a group of thugs who would have ravished her completely if he hadn’t stepped in, drape an arm around her shoulders, tug her to his side, and conjure up an excuse.

            “And who the fuck are you?”

            “Her boyfriend.”

Plan A. To lie and act as though there was really something going on between the two. And if all else were to fail, then that’s when Plan B kicks into action. He would toss everything aside and beat them. Beat them until they’re bleeding. Beat them until they’re screaming. Beat them until they’re dead — no, he couldn’t push through that far. Not in front of her, at least. However, he doesn’t need to take those measures because his first plan worked liked a charm.

His back is pressed against the metal railing that connects to the top of the building, elbows propped upon them as his head is inclined to the right, silently admiring the view that surrounds them. Yes, them. He was still with her, though he kept his distance. Barley making eye contact with the stranger, he would glance at her once in awhile and see how she’s holding up, but it was nothing but mere silence. “The view up here is nice.” Baekhyun says, deciding to break the silence that connects the two, however, she doesn’t respond. Hell, she doesn’t even give a proper response as to having heard him speak when he did. Who was he to judge when he was like that himself. 

            “Huh? Oh yeah, this view is nice.”

            Were you not listening to me?

Rather than making his thoughts a reality, he simply brushes it off his shoulders. Staring at her, Baekhyun pushes himself off the railing and walks over to the stairwell that leads to the ground level. “Unless you plan on staring here all night, come on. I’ll take you home, it’s late.”

The society has made it so difficult for a girl to wander in the dark alone and as to why, she'd never understand. Everything happened in the spur of the moment, one second she was walking alone, then in the span of what seemed like five seconds in her head, she was cornered by men who seemed to want to verbally harass her right at the moment. With everything happened, she froze; it was near impossible how she couldn't even defend herself right at the very moment. Her face went cold, hands went powerless and there she was, stumbling backwards as the men kept coming near her, looking down to avoid their gazes. 

"Please don't hurt me -- please." 

Her voice wasn't significant in the situation, it was merely a breathless mumble that slipped from her lips. The girl kept repeating and repeating the phrase all over again as though it was some kind of prayer to keep her safe -- did...the heavenly bodies hear her prayers? She could have sworn someone came up and saved her from the nightmare she thought she'd never escape. Warm hands nestled her close to his body, keeping her close to his chest. Her eyes failed her, she didn't know who it was, she couldn't even remember his face or cared to take another look. She was safe, and he was the reason for that. Without saying anything, her trembling hands quickly found their ways to his shirt, gripping tightly to hide her face in his chest. 

And then they were someplace else, she had no idea where it was but it felt...safe, knowing he was there with her. Yet, she made no effort to turn around to look at him, she was too consumed by the shock that refused to leave her head. And then he spoke. His words were muffled in distance, she didn't hear him. She didn't hear anything. Then she came to the realisation that he was speaking...to her which caused her to jump a little, hugging her knees closer to her chest while resting her cheek there, securing herself and making her body as small as possible. 

"H-home? I don't...want to be alone." 

But I don't want to be around people either.

Like a lost puppy, she stood up, her eyes dull as she frantically searched for the hem of his shirt, tugging on it tightly as she was scared he would leave her right then and there. What if they come back? Her question failed to be voiced, she could try to speak but that felt like a task. Without her head functioning at all, she breathed. "I don't know how t-to go home..."

[kreslas]

baekirau:

For them to last more than ten minutes without fighting with each other was something that could be considered a miracle sent from above, something that was far too good to even be true. Fights, arguments, and anything along those lines. Those were things that they often found themselves in when they were together, but none of which were ever life threatening. Sure, there were times where violence would erupt, however, it was nothing more than a mere slap or push. He could only imagine what hell would break loose if they were to be pushed past their limitations.

Today was different. It wasn’t like any other day, for there was something that seemed to be clouding her mind, breaking her in ways he didn’t think was possible. It appalls him. He’s never seen her in such a despairing state. Yes, they were seen as enemies in the eyes of others, but they were more like siblings in his own. “Hyeri,” he calls out her name softly, but receives no response. “Kim Hye—”

            “I don’t want to be left alone.”

            You’re not alone, stupid.

Alas, he couldn’t bring himself to comfort her in that way. No, Baekhyun wasn’t afraid, it simply wasn’t in his personality to utter such things. Call him heartless, but he was mentally incapable of bringing himself to do so. It was like a war went off on his head when he tried. So, he lifts his arm from his side, dropping it onto her shoulders as he gives her bicep a gentle squeeze. It wasn’t much, but it was certainly something. “It’s okay.” 

          Fights; it happened often between the two. Major fights? Not really, okay... maybe it happened once. But normally, it would be them bickering like siblings-- and sometimes it would lead up to more than a verbal fight which involved fists and shoves. Despite their constant fights, the female appreciated the moments of peace that they have from time to time, although she found it extremely uncomfortable when they don't fight. Even so... It was still nice to experience that soothing silence with him. 

          But, there was so many things going on her head today. Today... she went to visit her mother's grave after months of not doing so. And after that brief visit, she went to Baekhyun since they made some plans with each other the day before. Hyeri didn't plan this out. Visiting her mother was something she did on the way to the place where she was meeting the male. Her visage was ghostly pale, no signs of emotions anywhere; though, in her eyes, there were signs of distress, but that's all. Other than that, she looked normal.

          That phrase slipped out of her mouth unexpectedly. The girl who showed no signs of weakness had finally broken down. It seemed like the male knew beforehand not to pick any fights with her. His voice was alarmingly soothing-- it was like she didn't know him at all. "It's okay," he comforted her by giving a soft squeeze on her thin arms.

          A sad smile crept upon her visage as she glanced at the boy. Her eyes told a story that no one knew. "I... I visited my mother today."

[kmveon]

The corners of his lips twitched upwards into a crooked smile when the elder’s voice chimed through his ears, echoing within the interstices of his mind and forcibly dragging him into reality. He’s the type of male who preferred keep his true emotions hidden behind a stolid facade, hence why the response he’s given was rather weak. “Last time I checked, that was my name,” he speaks, the smile on his lips falters within seconds; perhaps this was the longest he’s ever displayed such an emotion towards the King, not that he’s counting, it wouldn’t have served much of a purpose. Digging into his pockets, his fingers brushed against a metal device — it was a tracker, he tossed it towards the lad, knowing he’d be quick enough to catch it. “I didn’t think my visit would have startled you, but that isn’t any of my concern. Joonmyeon, I know you’re not a fool, so I’m sure you’re aware that Kris is still alive. I’ve slipped a tracking device into him not too long ago, he’s not as clever as I perceived. With that, you’ll be able to track down his every move. And no, don’t worry about it slipping off of him, I’ve made sure that it entered his immune system, however, the time you have to strike is limited. I suggest you get onto it before it’s too late.”

No, he wasn't startled nor he was shocked to see the latter near him but his reaction feigns so, the otherwise. He, as the King, as soon as he took the position in hand kept the matters close to him, especially when it comes to the safety of his family, and this result in letting the time that is supposed to be only with his family falter within his reach, this is why he's surprised because he was looking at his son and Luhan who are both sleeping on the bed, curled in each other's side; the sight is breathtaking, it was as if he saw the sunset once again after a long time but in this matter, it's basically him and his family savoring their time together. He turns to the latter, lips twitching to a small, timid smile before ushering them both out of their room to have their private conversation without disrupting his family's sleep. "I've been a little too weary as soon as I saw him. I'm not sure how it happened or how he possibly came back to life but I was so sure that he died in front of me and Luhan, bleeding and pleading to be spared. Nonetheless, this task for us to investigate even further so tell Chanyeol to stay with Luhan and Jaehyun, as I come with you."

[coucheciel-blog]

Five random things about yourself, then pass it along to ten of your favorite/new followers.

Tagged by: krystallist and britishseoul.

     Un. I am a very secretive person, and I don't like talking about personal things.

     Deux. I have a strong disliking towards the word, 'cute,' so if someone calls me that I      will strongly disagree with that description of me.

     Trois. It takes a lot to get me angry or annoyed, and if you happen to do get me ticked      off, I suggest you get the fuck out of my face.

     Quatre. I have a fear of crowds, especially when I'm all alone.

     Cinq. Secretly, even though I don't show it often, I care a lot about my friends and if      you hurt any of them, there's a possibility that you will die by my hands.

Tagging: jjxngie, ahyouxg, vuotriste, baekirau, jinesque, hanniebunches, selentieun, 891409, (and retagging) krystallist, and britishseoul. (obviously you two don't have to do it again.)

[coucheciel-blog]

baekirau:

           Glancing over his shoulder upon the sudden spew of his name chiming through his ears, his gaze lands upon a petite female who’s staring at him without a single hint of emotion lingering in those dark orbs of hers. It’s been quite some time since they’ve last spoken to each other, much too long, at that. Not a single strand was out of place as he ran his fingers through hair, a twitch of his lips follows shortly after. He’s smirking, merely because he knew what was coming next—a scolding. “Where the hell have you been?” “Quit being so selfish,” or, “You’re so careless,”those were the phrases he thought she’d bombard him with, though who would he be to make assumptions without giving her a proper chance to speak. ”Well, well, well, look what the cat dragged in. It’s been awhile, hasn’t it, Hyeri?”

          How long has it been since she saw him? A couple of weeks? Instead of being furious at the male, she couldn't help but to worry about him. Thoughts such as 'How have you been?' 'Where the fuck were you?' 'You're such a shit for living for so long without warning me.' Initially, she was going to give him a scolding or a beating ( but, she was sure that he was expecting that ), but the moment she saw that he was still the dick he was, she let out a sigh of relief and did something she extremely unexpected-- which was giving him a hug. Wrapping her arms around his torso for a moment, she released him, taking a step back. "Yeah, it's been awhile, you shit." Knocking his forehead with her fist lightly, her lips curled up into a discreet smile. "How have you been, Baekhyun?"

[coucheciel-blog]

❝ baekirau ;

baekirau:

Anyone with eyes could have seen that the relationship he shares with her is nothing more than a complicated mess. Hell, there were times where he found himself questioning how they were even able to reside in the same room together without one of them practically clawing the other’s eye out. But at the end of the day, he would find the answer to his question—Baekhyun and Jayoung were able to deal with each other because they were similar in ways. Both hostile, both stubborn, and both reluctant when it comes to affection.

Most individuals had expressed their gratitude towards another with love and affection, however when it came to these two, they would simply abuse or taunt the other. None in the which had been too fatal to physically harm the other—or so it had been that way up until now. Baekhyun seemed to have crossed the line when he’s spewed out a sudden onslaught of hurtful words towards the woman. He’s been quite cranky lately, and it often resulted in him snapping at another for the simplest of things. Jayoung, being the type of person who wouldn’t tolerate his attitude cracked and attacked him without resistance.

The palm of his hand is firmly clasped over his bicep and the gaze he has of the female foretold nothing more but complete darkness, almost as though he’s ready to snap her in two. “What the fuck is your problem?” He finally speaks up, though it was between gritted teeth. Baekhyun couldn’t lie, she was quite strong for someone of her size, however he’d never come to admit such a thing in person. He pushes the throbbing sensation to the side for a moment and scrambles onto his feet, fingers tightly coiling around her wrists, he shoves her up against the wall without a second thought being contemplated. He’s had it. “You asked for my opinion, and I gave it.”

          Fights? They normally got into them, but it was never as serious. The pair had an odd relationship-- yes they were friends, but in other eyes, the two seemed like enemies. They always bickered, Jayoung couldn't find a time where the two didn't argue. Even if they did fight often, Baekhyun was someone dear to her-- someone that was irreplaceable. They had many things in common, and that was probably one of the only reasons why they were friends.

          Today was different. Something was off, and it seemed as if his aura was leaning towards the negative side. Jayoung could pick it up in an instance, but she decided to continue picking a fight with him anyways. He was starting to tick her off. All she asked was for an opinion, and what she got was insults, that didn't even make sense to the opinion she was asking for. She was flabbergasted. What had she done to deserve all those hurtful words? Nothing. The girl clenched her fists and harshly punched him on the arm, shoving him in the process. 

          “You are so unbelievable at times,” she spewed out. It was as if her words were toxic and all she could think about was how mad he made her. His gaze pierced through her, like he was staring into her soul. About to run a hand through her hair, the boy grabbed her wrists, pushing her against the wall. Grimacing at the pain in her back and the tight grip on her wrists weren't making it any better. Her teeth clenched tightly together and hissed out in pain. “Let me go, or you'll regret it, Byun Baekhyun.” It was the first ever that she had said his full name, but she was not going to take this. Not after what she's done for him, and most of the things that she's done was taking care of him. “I'll count to three,” she said calmly, not wanting to irritate the boy any further because who knows what he'll do next? “At the end, you better be apologizing and reflecting this action of yours.”

[vartouhix-archive-blog]

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Send a ø for my muse’s reaction to yours taking a bullet for them.

She didn't understand humans, sometimes. The human pressing her harshly against a wall thought she had money to give him. Ha. She was tempted to laugh in his face, bitter and angry at this world that seemed to give her nothing but hardship. She pushed him back with her power easily enough, but slumped to the ground after. She was too weak, having soaked up too much rain, to the point where when he brought out a gun, she almost welcomed him to shoot so it would drain out the excess water faster.

But no, instead some unwitting passerby had stepped in front of her, and she gasped as he fell. The assailant, apparently losing his nerve, choked out a shocked expletive and ran off. Quickly, Vartouhi crawled over to the man on the ground, her weeping eyes wide as she looked over him. "Hold on. I can help you--" she muttered, closing her eyes to concentrate her power, trying to pull the bullet out before she could attempt to heal him.

[kimxmiyun]

"Fluff me up."

4. Our muses end up baking together, mine is too impatient to see how the cake turns out and the second best option is to have a flour fight.

Miyun had noticed that Baekhyun had been feeling a little depressed lately. Sure, he was always distant and cold but this time he wasn’t a distant quiet but a sad quiet. With a frown she called him, inviting him over for a fun day. Surprisingly, he accepted on the first plea. With a smile she told him to meet him in an hour. The two hung up and she quickly got to work. Miyun went out to the store down the street, buying some supplies to make red velvet and chocolate cupcakes, something they both could enjoy. By the time she came back and placed the stuff out for them to bake, he had knocked at the door. She walked towards the door as she tied her hair up in a bun, she soon opened the door with a small smile. The girl let him in, locking the door as he walked in. The male walked in, looking around quietly. “We’re baking.” She said as she passed by him and into the kitchen.The two had started baking and Baekhyun had lightened up, which made her happy. It was difficult to make him smile in the state he was in, luckily for her, she knew how he was. As they waited for the cupcakes Miyun quickly grew bored, it was taking too long. She glanced over at Baekhyun then at the flour. A sky smirk formed on her face, she inched closer to the flour and then called out, “think fast!” But it was too late, the flour had hit his cheek as she finished her words. He slowly turned to her, and she but back a laugh. Baekhyun was not amused but then he too, picked up some flour and shot it at her face. Miyun did the same and started running, the boy tailing behind her trying to catch her. The fight ended when they both were on the floor laughing. “Keep smiling.” She said as she looked over at him.