Summary: Following a round of her favorite videogame, Chanyeol makes the best effort to prop his girl up.
A/N: Originally, this was going to go a different route with a different main character, but then I thought about my friend @blogmariasan and wanted to write something for her ~
How cute does he look in that gif tho
The rapid beating of your heart in your ears and the loud music coming out of the speakers were strong enough for you to miss the noise the front door made when it turned on its hinges. Or the rummaging at the hall as he left the keys at the usual spot on top of the dresser and hung his coat on the hanger.
“Oh, so that’s what you do when I’m not at home, hmm?” his voice came from the doorstep to the living room, where you had moved the coffee table out of the way to make enough space for your workout, standing in front of the TV. “Fraternizing with our enemies.”
The high amount of energy your body stored at the moment combined with his voice startling you sent you practically flying across the room and into the sofa that had been pushed backwards. Sweat dripped down your back and you could feel blood rushing to your already flushed face.
The subject of dance came up fairly often in conversations with Chanyeol, who would sometimes need reassurance when he compared his own dancing with some other of his band mates, but who you’d never let watch you dance. Not on purpose, of course.
Dance is one of those things that do not matter to normal people. Everyone’s been to a club or a party at least once, has made a complete fool of themselves and then has gone home, hopefully having had fun. Not you.
When you were a kid, almost all your female classmates had enrolled in some sort of dance classes: ballet, regional dances, hip-hop, you name it. You knew many people who were part of an amateur band that learnt and performed their favorite artists’ dances. You weren’t one of them. At those end of year performances at your primary school, you’d always be left at the back, fulfilling the inconspicuous roles of trees, random animals, or the time when you had gotten quite a share of the spotlight as a door knob in a musical version of Alice in Wonderland. Coordination was just not your forte.
Everybody who knew you knew that as well. Including your boyfriend, who had found out about your slight incompetence when it came to being a protagonist and to moving your body in a graceful manner quite early in the relationship, when he had taken you as his companion to a family wedding. As enthused as always, he dragged you across the room to the dance floor, and knowing many of his family members were scrutinizing your every move, you had no option but to dance with him. Thankfully, one of his uncles was a nurse and was able to examine your ankle and determined you had only sprained it. As soon as he heard that, all the worry he had been sporting on his face since he saw you trip and hit the ground, disappeared. It was instead replaced by a slight mocking expression that only grew bigger when his grandma patted him in the back and told him you were nice but he needed to teach you to keep a bit of balance. What a beautiful family introduction.
Wasn’t that funny though? You wouldn’t trade your life for anything in the world, but you would have preferred if dance wasn’t such an important aspect in your partner’s life. Being energetic as he is, Chanyeol would usually blast music while at home, didn’t matter to him whether it was his own music or someone else’s, and dance around while doing chores. He’d do it in the car as well.
“Dancing is very fun, baby, you still haven’t found the perfect song for you.”
Just watching him prance around the house made you unbelievably happy, but you never let yourself get into it. As much as you watched and enjoyed every single one of his performances, and for many of them, you’d learnt the whole choreography, you didn’t allow yourself to get carried away beyond a gentle sway.
The thing is you loved dancing. You actually loved to the point it was your main form of exercise. Who doesn’t love getting carried away with their favorite music? You just were aware of the quality of the movements you produced, so you refused to do it in front of other people.
“I wasn’t doing anything with your enemies! And they’re not your enemies, you’re just petty!”
You stood back up and forcefully pulled the sofa back to its original place. Then, you turned off the game console without even worrying to save your progress and left the controller on top of the table a bit more harshly than necessary and left the room in a huff.
When Chanyeol asked you to move in with him, you knew you wouldn’t have as much privacy as you used to do living in your tiny one bedroom apartment, but you didn’t particularly mind it. By that point, you had already spent plenty of time at each other’s homes and he was an easy going person, so you felt at home. Besides, his busy schedule kept him out of the house most of the day; so you felt at ease. Even more so when you discovered, in a party with his band mates where he pulled it out as an entertainment safe bet, that he had unlimited access to one of your favorite videogames. So now, whenever he was out and you wanted to exercise, you’d turn it on and dance on your own, enjoyed yourself and bumped into enough stuff around the house Chanyeol would always enquire about the bruises on your legs.
His brows furrowed when he heard your snappy tone and you made your way out of the living room.
“Babe? What’s wrong?” He followed you into the bathroom where you struggled to get out of your sweaty workout clothes while at the same time avoiding his gaze from scanning your flushed face. “You’ve already been living here for long enough, you can use anything here whenever you can, you know that?”
“It’s not that!” You responded, annoyed and in the verge of tears.
He waited for you to come out of your t-shirt to grab your hand and pull you back into the bedroom, where he sat in the middle of the bed, cross legged and making a space big enough between your legs for you to fit in comfortably. You flinched when his fingers started sliding down your still damp back in soothing movements, but couldn’t help but dive into his comforting hug.
“So now you’re gonna tell me what’s got you all up in arms today, hmm?”
“I don’t really want to talk about it.”
“Yeah, but you know keeping bad things in will get you nowhere. Why are you angry? You seemed so happy when I came in.”
“I am not angry…” you said in a low tone while you tried to hide your face against Chanyeol’s chest.
“So what is it?” He cupped your face in his hand and raised your head to look at you. As soon as his eyes fixed on yours, you felt another wave of heat hit your cheeks. “Are you blushing?” You could almost hear the gears grinding in his brain as he connected the dots. “Is it because I caught you dancing?”
You let out an undefined sound that served as an affirmation and took your eyes away from him.
“I remember how embarrassing it was for you at Hee’s wedding, but there’s no one else but me here. You can enjoy yourself without a problem!”
“It’s not that… I can’t dance in front of you.”
“But why not, baby? I will do it with you, it’s fun!”
“I just…” you hesitated, but the expression on his face as he waited was enough. “I am a bad dancer, okay? I know that.”
He nodded with caution, not wanting to make you feel worse with his acknowledgement.
“Is there a problem with that?”
“Of course there is a problem! You dance for a living”
“Well, I do other stuff too, but it’s a pretty big part. What does that have to do with this?”
“I love you, okay? I really like seeing you perform and I know you love what you do. But sometimes I wonder if I’m good enough for you,” you finally confessed.
“What?” his voice was higher pitched than usual to express his confusion. “Where is this all coming from?”
“I sometimes think…maybe if you see how bad I am at this, you will compare me to your other friends who also dance and think you can do better than me.”
“Are you really telling me you’re scared of me leaving you for someone who dances better than you?” his voice kept raising in disbelief.
“Well, if you put it that way! Just listen to me! You are always around people who are more talented, better looking and who have more interesting lives than me. I have none of that. How am I supposed to feel!?”
Chanyeol leaned back into the mattress and pulled your body along with his, so in the end, he was lying across the bed on his back with you on top of him, resting you face against his t-shirt. You rose up your gaze at him and saw him staring at the ceiling with a blank expression, while his fingers never stopped drawing random patterns against your bare skin.
“You know, when I first got into this I was an awful dancer.”
“What?”
“Yeah, in comparison with Jongin or Sehun, there’s nothing I can do in terms of dancing even now. They were so much better than I was, and not just because of their natural talent. I’m a terrible dancer. My legs and arms feel too long to be controlled and collected as they are when they dance. All that you see now is the result of years of practice.”
“I have never been too self conscious about it because I trusted myself enough, but I remember there was this girl at the training centre who always made comments about my dancing. She was a bit older than I was and she used to tease me about it all the time. She wasn’t very nice.”
“Is she still mean?”
“Oh, maybe she is. I haven’t seen her in years, I ended up debuting with the guys but she never got to that point, despite the fact she had been training for years at that point.”
“That’ll serve her right,” you shrugged.
“Yeah, well. I try not to think a lot about it, because I can still hear her snickering while I performed.”
“I’m so sorry about that,” you hugged him softly from your position and his arms returned the favor around you.
“It’s okay. The thing about this is that I know how you feel. I know how hard it can be to face the world, expose what you have and to be confident enough that it’ll be good enough. But some people around us are more than willing to tear us down over our smallest mistakes, so it’s quite unfair that we do that to ourselves too. That’s what helped me get over it.”
“Yeah, but now you are a quite good dancer and get paid to do so! Why would I show something I know I am bad at?”
“Because you actually enjoy it! Allowing yourself to enjoy things is part of being kind to yourself, and that’s something you need to work on.”
You let out only a soft sigh as a response.
“You know you’re the most beautiful thing that’s ever been in my life, right?”
You propped your head up by resting your chin against his chest, looking him on, silently. His hand caressed your hair.
“Sometimes I have bad days too. Sometimes I’m sad or angry. Or frustrated, because I am not getting where I want to be. But then, I come home and see you around. Maybe you’re in the kitchen, or you’re working on your laptop, or playing with the dog. Doing whatever. Just by being there, you make my day brighter. You make me smile and laugh. You support me when I need to. You get me in ways barely no one else does and I get inspired by you daily.”
His confession left you speechless for a while. Of course, you knew you were in with Chanyeol for the long run. You’d gone through terrible enough times together when your relationship was made public, so now you weren’t going to give up and neither was him.
“You’re so beautiful and so good I don’t even care about other people anymore. Yeah, I have many beautiful friends and coworker. But they have nothing against you, doesn’t matter how much prettier you think they are. Besides, my grandma loves you very much despite your stellar introduction to the family; that can hardly be beat.”
A small tear managed to slide its way down your cheek when you closed your eyes and laughed wholeheartedly to the mention of his grandma, but he didn’t notice. Just seconds after he’d finished his speech, he’d sat up on the bed, kissed your forehead and started rummaging through the closet.
“Here, wear this one!”
He tossed you one of his older t-shirts, with the name of his group written on the back, worn out and soft, before stripping off his own work clothes and searching for more comfortable stuff.
“I’m a bit rusty lately, so it’s a good thing you were already working out, we can help each other.” You were still sitting on your bed, t-shirt in hand but in your underwear, not sure what to do. His head popped up behind one of the doors when he noticed you hadn’t moved and his eyes scanned up and down your poorly covered figure, with a cocky eyebrow raised and a smirk. “Or we could head into the shower and I could teach you some of the moves we do under artificial rain… but only if you want, of course…”
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A/N: It probably wasn’t made clear enough, but the song OC was dancing at the beginning would’ve been a BTS one, if those were included in the game, which I’m not sure of. BTS and Exo are not enemies and they probably even get on fairly well with each other, so take it just as a joke
MINSEOK/XIUMIN: ‘Bend over Daddy’s knee, you need to be punished.’
Minseok was not happy.
He had given me that look just before we left the apartment to go have dinner with his work friends. The one that said he was not happy other people were getting to see me in the tight white dress I had just bought myself, apparently being much too tight and short for a casual dinner with friends.
And to make matters worse, we ended up at a traditional Thai restaurant, seated on cushions on the floor, making the dress ride up impossibly high on my thighs. Enough so that he had to drape his jacket across the lap to prevent wandering eyes (or hands) that were not his own.
The ride back home was silent, Minseok tapping his fingers against the steering wheel, not looking or speaking to me the entire way home, content on listening to the late night music they played on the radio.
The walk up to the door of the apartment was even more silent, Minseok stepping aside to let me in first, walking past me taking my shoes off in the doorway, headed straight for the bedroom. I followed him.
“Minnie, I’m sorry, I didn’t-” i started, sealing my lips shut when he held up a hand.
“Bend over Daddy’s knee, you need to be punished.” Smoothing out his slacks, he waited for me to hesitantly climb onto his lap, jumping when his hands lifted the hem of my dress, rubbing gently along my pantie-clad bottom. “Do you know why you’re being punished?”
Whimpering softly, I tensed when he lifted one of his hands, only to relax when I saw he was tugging a cushion towards him, pushing it under my chest for support.
“Because I wore something inappropriate in front of… Daddy’s friends… And I embarrassed him.” Biting my lip, I buried my face in the blanket, gasping at the sharp pain that came from the first smack, wiggling in his lap a little to alleviate the pain.
“Don’t move, little one,” Minseok’s free hand pressed down on my lower back, keeping me still against him. “Just 9 more, then I’ll let you go. Do you think you can handle just 9 more little smacks?
JUNMYEON/SUHO: ‘Let Daddy spoil you.’
Junmyeon had been waiting outside the University gates, ignoring the appreciative looks he was getting from the other students, only perking up when he saw me skipping towards him, reaching up on my tiptoes to press a soft kiss to his already puckered lips.
“How was class?” Wrapping an arm around my waist, Jun led me away from the University, hand sneaking into the back pocket of my jeans, squeezing playfully.
I shrugged, tucking myself close to his side. “I got a HD on my Social Psychology exam, but that was as interesting as it got today.”
Jun grinned down at me, pressing a soft kiss to my temple. “I’m proud of you, baby. We should celebrate then? I know you studied hard for that one.”
Humming softly, I leant my head on his shoulder, sighing when I saw where he was steering us.
“Junmyeon, I hardly think a little High Distinction warrants a Rodeo shopping trip.”
Junmyeon ignored my comment, walking us across the road, the crowds gradually thinning out from the usual University students, now only showcasing rich house wives and businessmen, spending their lunch break in the high end fashion street.
“I don’t need anything, Junny.” Digging my heels into the ground, I stopped us from walking any further, Junmyeon pouting down at me, both his arms wrapping around my waist. “Don’t try to pull aegyo on me! That’s not fair!”
“Please baby, I just want to treat you! We should celebrate even the small victories,” ducking down to tuck his face into my neck, he pressed soft kisses along my jaw, smirking against my neck when he felt me shiver in his hold. “Please… Let Daddy spoil you..”
Blushing, I glanced around, making sure no one heard him, pushing him away from my neck, grabbing his hand instead.
“Fine, then I want a new handbag and matching shoes for your friends party next week…”
Jun raised a brow, smiling down at me. “Is that all?”
Humming softly, a little smile came to my face. “Maybe some new lingerie? But I want to surprise you with it… So no peeking!”
YIXING/LAY: ‘Did you wear that just for Daddy?’
Stretching out along the length of Yixing’s plush couch, I let out a soft moan, the joints in my back popping satisfyingly. I had been hunched over the coffee table for the better part of the afternoon, flicking back and forth between textbooks and my notebook, attempting to finish the perfect essay a week before it was due. Usually everything would be left until a few days before, but Yixing had promised to take a week off work to spend time with me, and the temptation of a week of sex and good food and cuddling on the couch without any pesky work interruptions was too good of an opportunity to pass up.
“Well this is a lovely sight to come home too…”
Grinning, I rolled onto my front, arching my back and stretching out like a cat, giving Yixing a good view of my backside as he dropped his work things near the front door. I listened to the soft shuffling of his socks against the timber flooring, blinking innocently at him when he crouched next to me, one of his hands running appreciatively down my bare thigh.
“Have you finished your work?” Leaning forward, he pressed a kiss to my forehead, lightly stroking the back of my thigh.
“Almost. Just a few more paragraphs, then can you edit it for me?” Lifting myself onto my knees, Yixing sat beside me, leaning his side against the arm rest, allowing me to rest my head on a pillow on his lap.
“Of course. You can be quite the diligent student when you have the right incentive,” he teased, carding one of his hands through my hair, scratching lightly at the base of my neck, the other hand resuming to stroke my thigh. Humming softly in agreement, I nuzzled my face into his stomach, practically purring when his hand disappeared under the oversized hoodie I had thrown on. “This certainly isn’t your typical lazy day outfit… Did you wear this just for Daddy?”
Fingering lightly at the lace bodysuit I had put on this morning, Yixing’s hand at the base of my neck tightened slightly; not enough to physically keep me lying down, but firmly letting me know I wasn’t allowed to move until he told me to.
“I think you’re allowed a reward for working hard today,” Yixing hummed, running the tip of his index finger gently over my heat, a little smirk gracing his lips when I tried to subtly spread my legs to allow him better access. “Lie down properly for me, princess. Daddy wants to devour that pretty pussy of yours.”
BAEKHYUN: ‘Only Daddy is allowed to touch you here.’
“You understand why I don’t like you hanging out with him, right?” Baekhyun gripped the steering wheel a little tighter, but his hand on my thigh still stayed the same; warm, comforting, rubbing soothingly.
Sinking into the plush leather seats a little more, I nodded, distracting myself from the conversation by fiddling with the cuff links on his shirt.
“And you know what he tried to do was wrong?” Slowing the car down at the red light, he glanced over at me, tutting quietly when he saw my eyes well up. “I’m not upset with you, babygirl, so please don’t think that. I just don’t like the idea of anyone trying to hurt my precious baby.”
“I know,” I pouted, blinking quickly to keep away the tears. “Can we cuddle when we get home? I don’t really want to talk about it anymore.”
Raising a brow, he simply nodded, squeezing my thigh gently as he continued the trek home, humming softly along to the music playing on the radio, knowing his singing always helped me calm down.
Pulling into the driveway, he parked just outside the dorms doors, hurrying out of the driver's seat and around to my side, helping me up out of the low car, locking it behind him as he helped me hobble my way across the gravel driveway in my heels, shivering until he closed the front door behind us, trapping us in the heated walkway.
“Never wearing these shoes again,” I huffed, bracing myself against the wall and lifting one foot up, frozen fingers trying to undo the buckles on the offending shoes.
“One more thing baby girl,” Baekhyun hummed softly, stopping me from my mission of trying to undo the buckle on my heels, his body pressing me against one of the walls, his slim frame towering over me. I shivered at the feeling of his hand gliding up my bare thigh, the feeling a much more pleasant and welcomed one, compared to earlier. Running lightly over the scrap of lace that covered my behind, before changing direction to cup the front of me, fingers deftly removed the offending material so one finger could sink into my wet heat, a loud gasp leaving my mouth. “Only Daddy is allowed to touch you here, okay baby girl?”
Nodding numbly, I attempted to grind down onto his hand, which was pulled away from my core, his finger tapping against my mouth impatiently. “Daddy has to mark his baby girl up, so no one will ever try to touch her again..”
JONGDAE/CHEN: ‘Daddy’s so proud of you, beautiful.’
Bouncing lightly on the balls of my feet, hands clenched tightly in the pockets of my coat, I tried to avoid making eye contact with the cashier before I actually had to, knowing it would cause an even bigger anxiety flare up than what I was already experiencing.
Jongdae had insisted on meeting for lunch at his favourite cafe off campus, and had texted through his order, as he was late getting out of his class and didn’t want to make me wait any longer. Which meant I had to order for the both of us, in an unfamiliar cafe, that was thankfully not too full. What’s the worst that could happen.
“Hi, what can I get for you?” The chirpy cashier smiled sweetly at me, tilting her head like a confused puppy when she saw the wide eyed look I was giving her.
“Uh, the wagyu beef burger with an iced coffee, and…” I paused, glaring up at the menu along the wall. “The fritters… With a… Strawberry milkshake?”
“Is that a question, or is that a definite on the milkshake?” She teased playfully, fingers already tapping along the screen to put the order through.
“Ah yes, please, I want the milkshake,” Blushing, I handed over my card, staring down at my freshly manicured nails. Jongdae’s mentality was if I had pretty nails, it would stop me from anxiously picking at them and causing myself harm.
“Alright, go sit and your food should be out shortly,” Smiling sweetly once more, she handed the card and a number back to me. Breathing out a sigh of relief, I bowed my head at her in thanks, scurrying off to the back corner of the cafe where I had set down my things before ordering, only to see someone sitting opposite the chair containing my backpack.
“How long have you been here?” Dropping my purse into my backpack, I raised a brow at my boyfriend sat across from me, his cheeky kitten smile ever present on his face.
“Long enough to see you did well at ordering our food,” he shrugged, reaching across the table to take a hold of my hand, lacing our fingers together and squeezing gently. “Daddy’s so proud of you, beautiful.”
Shaking in my seat lightly with giddiness, I couldn’t stop the smile that broke out on my face, hiding it behind my sweater paw, squeezing his hand back.
“Now tell me about your day. Surely something amazing must’ve happened for you to be this brave.”
CHANYEOL: ‘Daddy bought you some new clothes today. Why don’t you try them on?’
Sighing softly as I toed off my sneakers at the front door, I listened for any excessive noise that would indicate if Chanyeol had invited his friends over after finishing work. The only sound that greeted me was the gentle murmuring of the TV.
“Baby, is that you?” I heard Chanyeol call from the back of the apartment, indicating he had probably only just beaten me home. Shuffling down the hall, pushing open the partially closed door to our bedroom, I leant against the door frame, watching my boyfriend wander around with just a towel slung over his hips, back still wet from the shower. “How was work?”
“Tiring.” Pushing myself away from the door, I started to strip out of my own clothes, wrinkling my nose at the smell of paint that had probably permanently seeped into my work clothes. “Apparently 7 year olds don’t enjoy being told to do their math work, and think painting the teacher is much more fun.”
Chanyeol paused his search for his favourite comfy sweats, turning his head to pout at me. “You should’ve texted me, and I would’ve waited to shower with you…” Dropping the towel, he stepped into a pair of boxers, pulling the sweats on, sitting on the edge of the bed and gesturing me forward. Holding both my hands in his, he tugged me onto his lap, large hands gently holding my bare waist to keep me secure. “How about I run you a bath. I’ll wash your hair for you, get you all nice and clean. Daddy bought you some new clothes today, so why don’t you try them on and give me a little fashion show after your bath, hmm?”
Hooking my chin over his shoulder, my eyes scanned over the bags lined up neatly against the wall, Gucci, Agent Provocateur and Chanel bags glittering prettily in the late afternoon sun.
Wiggling happily in his lap, I pressed a kiss to his jaw, letting out a content sigh when his hands slowly started stroking up and down my back, unclipping my bra to have complete free access. “You’re the best.”
“My girl only deserves the best,” Chanyeol hummed, littering kisses across one of my shoulders, hands pressing me firmly against him. “Come on, we need to get you in the bath before any of this continues…”
I pulled back, pouting, beginning the slow roll of my hips across his slow hardening cock. “But Daddy… I need to show you how grateful I am for all of the gifts and the pampering…”
Kyungsoo hated frat parties. I knew this. His house knew this. But no one ever listened to his objections when he tried to weasel his way out of yet another party his house was throwing.
“There’s no reason to be throwing one,” he would try to say, scowling at his house brothers in an effort to scare them away from even thinking of having another party. But they never listened, simply cooing at their small and scary brother, and proceeding to plan another chaotic party.
“I’m not going,” Kyungsoo had showed up at my dorm room 2 hours before the party, clad in black skinny jeans, a black tee and his favourite charcoal jacket thrown over the top. Typical party wear. Black so he could blend into the shadows and not be forced into any of the stupid drinking games his brothers loved so much. “Why are you wearing that?”
“... Nini invited me…” Zipping up the fly of my black skinny jeans, I turned back to my mirror, adjusting my outfit slightly. “We don’t have to stay the whole time. But you knew what you signed up for when you pledged, and you knew you would be made to go when you accepted Treasurer.. We can leave half way through and go to that pizza place you like?” Kyungsoo stayed silent, glaring at my back. “Do you want me to change my top?”
He looked away, a light blush crossing his cheeks. “No, it’s fine. I can’t believe they invited you even when I told them no. It’s basically blackmailing me..” Rolling my eyes, I slipped into my favourite black boots, throwing on a dark bomber jacket to keep my shoulders warm on the walk over. “We’re matching.”
“Of course, I can’t let my grumpy bum Daddy be all dark and brooding by himself,” I teased, sliding my hands along his abdomen and linking them together at the base of his back, nuzzling my face into his neck. He tsked softly, one hand slipping into my back pocket, the other cupping the back of my neck, squeezing lightly until I lifted my face to look at him. Raising a brow slightly, his eyes flicked down to my lips, a little smirk appearing when he saw me raise myself onto tiptoe.
“You better behave tonight, babygirl,” Kyungsoo hummed, barely brushing his lips over mine, instead moving down to suck gently at the sensitive skin under my jaw. “No flirting with my brothers, only 2 drinks, and when I say we’re leaving, I don’t want any arguments from you. Is that clear?”
Fisting the bottom of his shirt between my hands, I nodded, whining low in my throat until he planted a gentle kiss on my lips. “I promise I’ll be good.”
JONGIN/KAI: ‘My precious babygirl. I love you.’
Breathing deeply through my nose, I fisted the blanket Jongin had thrown over me; the soft pink one he had brought back from his recent trip to Japan with little corgis printed along the bottom.
“Are you with me, baby?” Squeezing my eyes shut, I burrowed my nose into the blanket, whimpering when I could smell Jongin’s cologne in the fabric. He always draped it over himself when he was working from home and got cold.
“Daddy,” I whined softly, blinking quickly when he pulled the blanket back from my face, the lights in our bedroom dimmed so they didn’t irritate my eyes.
“Sit up for me, baby.” Tucking his hands under my arms, he lifted me sideways onto his lap, one arm wrapped securely around my waist to prevent me from toppling over, the other holding a bottle of water up for me. “Drink some for me, please.” Huffing, I dropped my head onto his shoulder, hands wrapping loosely around his hand that was holding the water, sipping slowly from the straw. “You did so well for me, baby. Daddy is very very proud of you. You took your punishment like a good girl.”
Pushing his hand away, I snuggled my face into the crook of his neck, pressing a wet kiss to his heated skin to let him know I was still listening.
“Do you want to have a shower with Daddy?” I tapped twice on his chest; yes.
“Does your bottom hurt a bit?” Two tentative taps. “Alright, I’ll rub some cream on it after the shower. Can you speak to Daddy? I need to know you’re ok, and you’re not angry with me for punishing you.”
Whining,I pulled back from my warm spot, pouting up at him. “Could never be angry with you…”
Jongin smiled almost bashfully down at me, plush lips pressing against my forehead in a silent thank you. “You know I love you, right?” I nodded, letting him move my body around so I was comfortably straddling his lap, my hands resting comfortably on his warm chest. “My precious babygirl… I love you… So damn much.”
Wiggling happily on his lap, I surged forward to peck his lips, hands trailing up to rest on his shoulders for leverage. “I love you too, Daddy… Even if you beat my ass black and blue…”
Scoffing softly, he wrapped his arms around my waist, throwing me onto my back and crawling over my giggling body. “It’s only a light purple right now, but I can change that if you keep being cheeky!”
SEHUN: ‘You look so pretty sucking Daddy’s cock.’
Shifting slightly, I attempted to make myself more comfortable, hands splayed on top of Sehun’s thighs for support, leaning heavily on them instead of on my knees, hoping to relieve some of the pain. Sehun had put a pillow down there before we had started, but there was only so much it could do against the hardwood timber flooring of his apartment.
“You’re doing so well, baby,” Sehun hummed softly, slender fingers tangling into my hair, scratching lightly at the base of my neck. “Daddy’s so proud of you…”
Humming softly around his cock, I sunk down a little more, determined to show Sehun I could be good and I was deserving of his praise.
Sehun let out a shaky breath, the only indicator, apart from the slightly tightened grip on my hair, that he was affected by what I was doing. He was always so composed. “Fuck… Are you trying to make me cum?”
Blinking up at him innocently, I hollowed my cheeks, my tongue trailing along the underside of his cock, flicking at the head, eyes crinkled up in glee when he threw his head back, letting out a loud groan.
“Shit, when did you get so good at this?” Glaring down at me, he cupped the back of my neck, my only warning that he was about to fuck my mouth. “Open your mouth, baby. If you’re not going to play nice, than neither am I.”
Gripping his thighs tighter, I took a deep breathe through my nose, screwing my eyes shut at the first tentative thrust; testing the waters to see if I was okay. Shuffling closer to Sehun on my knees, I glanced up at him, relaxing my throat and nodding at him the best I could with a mouth stuffed full.
His hips start to roll upwards smoothly, one of his hands still gripping the back of my neck to keep me from pulling away, the other smoothing down my cheek, his thumb running along the sides of my stretched lips.
“You look so pretty sucking Daddy’s cock,” Sehun hummed, smirking when he saw me rub my thighs together, whimpering and trying to sink down further to hide the blush on my cheeks. “You were just made for this, baby.” Squeezing the back of my neck, he guided me off, chuckling when I pouted up at him, my hands sliding further up his thighs, thumbs rubbing lightly at the base of his cock. “Do you want to keep going?”
Biting my lip, I nodded, lifting myself up slightly to peck his lips. “Yes please, Daddy.”
Story: Wishlist; Chapter 27: Of Sunsets and Secrets
Author: Narwhal
TRIGGER WARNING for child abuse
“You don’t have to tell me. It’s okay if you don’t want to talk about it.”
“I want to tell you. Maybe it’ll make it easier if another person knows."
Or
Baekhyun learns something. It changes nothing, though.
Hi guys! I'm bringing you this longer than usual hybrid of two Things I never thought I would do, and touching deeper themes. There's a lot of small things that are important for the plot in here, most of them not as obvious, but still there. Please tell me if you like chapters like this, or if you like them the way I was previously doing them so I can decide what to do.
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Kyungsoo and Jongdae were making dinner for the six people in the flat. Well, more like Kyungsoo was making dinner while stopping Jongdae from making a mess.
Minseok and Yixing were laying comfortably on the couch, and Baekhyun was amusing himself by throwing popcorn at his boyfriend, who had long stopped complaining about the attack, and began catching it with his mouth and munching on it, both softly laughing when a piece hit him in the eye or nose.
The news were playing on the background, but no one was paying attention to them.
“… a fifty years old man was sentenced to death penalty this afternoon in Ilsan, found guilty of the murder of his children, a two years old daughter and a seven years old son that he brutally beat to death. The case generated widespread shock in the public as he was found by police after they found both bodies hidden inside…”
“ARGH!”
“Jongdae, you idiot, I told you to cut the pickled radish, not your hand!”
“Sorry, I just lost focus for a second!”
“Go wash that before it gets infected and stop dripping blood all over the floor!”
Baekhyun stopped throwing popcorn at Chanyeol as he saw Jongdae rush towards the bathroom, hand wrapped tightly by a red stained kitchen towel.
He waited for a little bit, but when he didn’t hear any water running, he set the popcorn bowl on top of the coffee table.
“I’ll go check if he needs any help. Chan, go help Soo or we’ll eat next year.”
He swiftly made his way to the bathroom, were he found a pale Jongdae, simply standing in front of the sink, kitchen towel forgotten on the floor, eyes glazed over and staring at his hand as the blood dripped from the wound onto the sink, forming a small red patch that grew larger by the minute, just as Jongdae’s face grew paler.
“Chen are you okay?” Baekhyun asked carefully, and that snapped his friend out of his own head.”
“Yeah, just… a little lightheaded.” He was suddenly swaying a little, and Baekhyun quickly rushed to stand behind him to stabilise him just in case he began to fall.
“It’s okay, let’s wash this and then I’ll get the first aid kit and we’ll get you patched up.”
He made quick work of washing the cut on Jongdae’s palm thoroughly, and then guided him to sit on the living room, signalling Yixing and Minseok to keep an eye on him as he went back to the bathroom to get everything he needed.
Baekhyun quickly knelt in front of Jongdae, taking his hand and carefully inspecting the wound. Fortunately, it was no longer bleeding, just a couple of drops here and there, but it looked better now the blood had been washed off and didn’t appear serious enough for a hospital trip.
“Okay, it’s not deep enough for you to need stitches, which is great. Now, this will burn, but bear with me, please.” He took the disinfectant soaked cotton ball and gently pressed it to the wound, making Jongdae whimper. I know, sorry. That’s it. Now, I’ll wrap it with gauze and you’ll be as good as new.” Baekhyun quickly wrapped the gauze bandage tightly, but not uncomfortably so around his flatmate’s hand, and patted his arm when he finished. “There, all done.”
“Thanks, Baek.” Jongdae said, leaning against the back of the couch. “Sorry for the trouble.”
“It’s okay, I’m used to helping with things like this. I used to volunteer at a children’s sports club when I was on secondary school for a while because of a school project, and there were lots of scrapped knees to take care of.” He said lightly.
The sound of Chanyeol and Kyungsoo yelling that the food was done made everyone quickly migrate to the table, and soon, the flat was filled with loud laughter and sounds of chopsticks hitting plates.
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Baekhyun sighed as he lay his forehead against his Introduction to Social Movements in History textbook. His brain was fried after reading non-stop since he had arrived home after a morning full of lectures. He looked at the clock, surprised to see it was so late already. Time had passed quickly without him realising.
He made his way to the kitchen, grabbing a box of pepero and a can of cola, and headed out of the flat, saying hello to Kyuhyun, who was coming out of the lift carrying grocery bags.
He pressed the button for the seventeenth floor, exiting the lift when the doors opened, and heading towards the door that hid the stairs that took him to the rooftop.
He was still surprised that no one in the whole seventeen floors high building used the roof other than the two of them (and the whole gang, of course. It was the go to place for impromptu barbecue parties.)
He sat on the chairs that were there for public use, sipping on his cola and eating the pepero absentmindedly.
He felt more than heard his mobile, and took it out of his pocket, smiling when he saw who was calling. He was quick to accept the Skype call, and the familiar face, framed by blonde hair soon filled the device’s screen.
“Mummy!” He exclaimed happily, smile wide.
“Hi Bernie! How’s my baby doing?”
“I’m 22, mum, I’m not a baby.”
“Hush you, you could be 60 with a spouse and children and you’d still be my baby.” His mum’s smile mirrored his, voice soft and sweet. “How’s everything going, Bernie?”
“Great! I’m at the rooftop, it’s almost time for sunset and you know I love it.”
“I know. When you were a child and we went to Spain on holidays, you would always whine that you should’ve been living there, so you could watch the sun set every day.”
“Well, I live on a high building now, so I can soak up eighteenth floor sunsets for a year before I go back to rainy England.” He munched on another pepero stick. “How’s everyone doing this week? I’m sorry I haven’t been able to call daily, uni is being a bother right now.”
“Everyone’s doing great, don’t worry son. We know you’re studying hard, and we’re so proud of you, and you’re doing it all on your second language! If someone had come to me while in Uni and asked me if I wanted to go for a year to France and take classes in French I would’ve probably hidden under the table until they left.” Baekhyun laughed. “Your father finally fixed the squeaking step on top of the stairs, and Lucy has been enjoying sneaking downstairs for a midnight snack without us knowing. By the way, your Gran is sending you a package, so as soon as I have the tracking number, I’ll give it to you.”
“Is it food? Please tell me it’s food. I’m about to die from Jaffa Cake withdrawal.”
“I think there might be some food in there.”
“YES! Tell Gran I love her so so much, and she’s my bestest Gran ever!”
“She’s your only Gran.”
“I know, but she’s still the bestest.”
“Bernard, go inside so I can see your face while we talk. I can tell the sun already set, and you’ll get ill if you stay outside, baby.”
Mum!”
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Baekhyun was startled into consciousness that night.
Disoriented, he wondered what it had been that had stirred him up, until he heard a distinct sob and whimpers of pain.
That had woken him up instantly, and he quickly put on his slippers and run to Jongdae’s room.
He found him trashing against his mattress, sweating profusely and screaming. Baekhyun rushed to the bed and took him by the shoulders.
“Chen.” He tried. “Chen wake up!” He shook him and the other woke up, instantly sitting up with a gasp, and instinctively trying to get away from his hold. “It’s okay, it’s me, Baekhyun. You’re safe.” Jongdae’s eyes lost the glazed look they had but filled with tears as he threw himself into Baekhyun’s arms, sobbing into his shirt as the older one hugged him tightly against his body, running his fingers through his hair in a calming manner. “It’s okay, it was just a nightmare.” Jongdae sobbed louder.
“I wish it was just a nightmare.” He choked out, sobs getting in the way of his words. Baekhyun shushed him, allowing him to cry, and eventually calm down. “Sorry. It’s been a while since this happened.”
“You get nightmares frequently?”
Jongdae doubted for a minute, and stared at Baekhyun’s face, scanning it for something. Whatever it was he was looking for, he seemed to find it.
“They’re not nightmares.” He took a deep breathe. “They’re flashbacks.”
Baekhyun gasped.
“You don’t have to tell me. It’s okay if you don’t want to talk about it.”
“I want to tell you. Maybe it’ll make it easier if another person knows.
You know, I wasn’t always Kim Jongdae from Siheung, Gyeonggi-do. Kim Jongdae was born when I was seven years old. Before that I was Jung Gunhyeong, from Jeonju, Jeollabuk-do.
My biological mother died when I was four. She was pregnant with my little sister, and we were all so, so excited. But something went wrong, and one day she was rushed to the hospital and never came back- I couldn’t really understand anything the doctors said, so I don’t know what happened to her, but I understood that she would never wake up, and that my baby sister was gone as well.
My biological father was fine for the first two or so months, grieving, but still treating me as he always had. But after that, he began drinking heavily.
Then, one day, he was extremely drunk when he came home. I had been waiting for hours for him to come back, and asked for food, and he just snapped, slapped me and took me to my room.
That was the first time. I got locked in my room a lot, slapped and punished for small things, given no food until the rare moments when he was sober, when he would feed me, hug me and ask for forgiveness.
It went on for about a year, until a night when he came back and was different, I think he was on drugs now that I think back. He slapped me like every day, but that night he didn’t stop at that. I was lucky that the neighbours heard my screams and called the police.
He beat me within an inch of my life. I spent a month in the hospital recovering from that night.
He was sent to jail, and I was shipped to an orphanage.
I was lucky enough that the day I arrived, a couple that couldn’t have children was visiting the orphanage. My mum says it was love at first sight. She saw tiny me standing awkwardly to the side, and instantly knew I was her son.” He smiled. “They adopted me and asked me if I wanted to keep my name, but I refused. Gunhyeong had only bad memories. So, I became Kim Jongdae, son of two loving, wonderful parents, and have been ever since.” He looked at Baekhyun. “Minseok hyung is the only person that knows. He used to live next door to me, so he saw me when my parents brought me home. He was nine at the time and took me under his wing. We’ve been best friends ever since.”
“It was the news, wasn’t it?” Jongdae raised an eyebrow. “What triggered you. The news the day you cut your hand.”
Jongdae nodded.
“It brought it all back. The kid was my age, it could’ve been me if I hadn’t screamed loud enough, or if the neighbours decided to ignore it.” He dried his cheeks. “Please don’t pity me for having been abused, or for being adopted.”
“I would never pity you for being adopted. Besides, you’re still Kim Jongdae, my best internet friend, my silly, louder than life prankster flatmate, the Chen that’s a loyal friend and one hell of a good guy.” They smiled at each other. “Thank you for telling me. It couldn’t have been easy. Thank you for trusting me with this. It changes nothing, though. And I will still get revenge for the flour in the hair dryer prank you played at me last Friday.”
Loud laughs resonated in the empty flat.
Thing I did and never thought I would do # 27 Watch the sunset from a tall building.
Thing I did and never thought I would do #28: Have someone trust me with a secret.
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Miembro: Do Kyungsoo ft. aparición de Zhang Yixing
Género: Romance
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“Trouvaille: algo preciado encontrado por casualidad.”
Volvió a patear el muro con fuerza haciendo que los cientos de candados que colgaban de este temblaran.
Respiro agitadamente y se limpió las lágrimas que se deslizaban por sus mejillas. Trato de calmar sus sollozos pero la furia tan grande que sentía solo lograba hacerla llorar con más fuerza.
La gente a su alrededor la miraban sorprendidos, con desaprobación y otros más se reían de ella. La chica ni siquiera lo había notado.
- Maldito seas, Zhang Yixing- susurro la chica con furia. Miro una vez más el candado que llevaba aquellas iniciales grabadas y volvió a patear el muro con fuerza, esta vez incluso había hecho que la pierna comenzara a dolerle.
Cerró los ojos con fuerza tratando de calmarse y bufo.
- Seguir pateando todo y conseguir que te arresten no hará que duela menos- la chica abrió los ojos de pronto y miro en dirección a donde aquella voz profunda le había hablado.
Había un chico ahí. La miraba serio, tal vez demasiado serio. Era de estatura baja y su cabello era muy corto. Tenía unos enormes ojos obscuros y unos voluptuosos labios en forma de corazón.
Parecía inofensivo, pero algo en su voz le dijo que no lo era.
Desvió la mirada de ella y vio como sus ojos centraban su atención en algo que el chico sostenía en su mano. Un candado en forma de corazón, vio el ceño del chico fruncirse y luego como soltaba un suspiro.
Al menos aquel desconocido había conseguido calmarla.
Paro frente al menú que era proyectado en una pantalla de la dulcería del cine. No sabía cómo había terminado ahí. Había salido de su casa si ningún destino en particular y había terminado comprando un boleto para la última función de la comedia romántica que se proyectaba.
Vaya que era masoquista.
Pudo haber llamado a alguna amiga, pero no tenía nada de ánimos de ver a nadie. No había tenido ánimos de nada por los últimos tres meses.
Y sabía que estaba siendo ridícula. Que ningún idiota al que le había dedicado 2 años de su vida y que a la primera oportunidad que había encontrado la había dejado por una compañera de su estúpido estudio de baile, merecía sus lágrimas ni su tristeza. Pero aquí estaba.
Malditas bailarinas, con sus estúpidos cuerpos estéticos.
- Unos nachos con extra queso y una sprite grande- susurro un chico en la fila de al lado captando su atención. Esa voz le parecía extrañamente familiar.
Volteo pero el chico estaba de espaldas a ella así que no logro reconocerlo. Se encogió de hombros y espero su turno para que tomaran su pedido.
Miro su charola mientras esperaba sentada en una banca a que fuera hora de su función. Había comprado chocolates, nueces de la india y una charola de nachos. Parecía demasiado pero estaba segura que no le costaría nada terminar con todo.
Cuando entro a la sala busco su lugar sin prisas y luego se sentó acomodando su charola perfectamente en el asiento de alado que estaba segura, no se llenaría. Faltaban 2 minutos para que comenzara y solo había alrededor de 8 personas en la enorme sala, incluyendo a un chico con una gorra que estaba sentado a un tres lugares lejos de ella.
La película comenzó sin trascendentes, como había imaginado, ninguna otra persona había entrado a la sala y ya habían pasado 20 minutos de la película.
A los 10 minutos de su comienzo había empezado a sentirse molesta, había algo en el protagonista que le hacía recordar al idiota de Yixing y tuvo que tragar con fuerza para que los ojos no comenzaran a llenársele de lágrimas una vez más.
Un estruendoso sonido la hizo voltear en dirección al chico que estaba cerca de ella.
- Mierda- dijo el chico y tuvo que entrecerrar sus ojos para ver lo que sucedía.
Había tirado sus nachos sobre su regazo y estos habían ido a parar en el piso. Sintió un poco de lastima por él ¿Quién no odiaba desperdiciar dinero y además llevarse una buena vergüenza de paso?
No supo que la movió, pero se vio a si misma tomando las servilletas que había llevado consigo y poniéndose levemente de pie para tomar el lugar junto a él.
- Ten, pensé que tal vez podrías ocuparlas- le susurro en tono bajo para no molestar al resto de las personas.
El chico levanto la mirada en su dirección pero no pudo ver sus ojos pues los tapaba la gorra negra que llevaba puesta. Aun así pudo ver las silueta de sus labios que formo una leve sonrisa.
- Gracias- dijo, su voz era grave y se dio cuenta que era el chico de hace un rato en la fila de la dulcería.
¿Por qué le parecía tan conocida esa voz?
Vio a su larga y delgada mano tomar las servilletas que ella le extendía y bufar antes de comenzar a limpiarse. Ella llevo la mirada hasta la charola de nachos intacta que descansaba con el resto de sus cosas. Se levantó sin más y paso a gachas hasta ahí para luego tomar la charola y regresar al lado del chico.
- Tómalos- susurro ella, la verdad es que comenzar a ver esa película le había quitado el apetito y ahora de verdad dudaba que si quiera fuera a comérselos
- Oh, no…puedo ir a comprar otros, de verdad…- su voz era suave, hacía que una sensación agradable recorriera su columna de arriba bajo. Sonrió levemente
- No voy a comerlos, tómalos. Quedarse sin nachos al comienzo de la película es una tragedia- lo escucho reír levemente y luego escucho como un gran “Shh” resonaba en la sala haciendo que ella también riera.
Sus manos tomaron los nachos suavemente y volvió a dirigirle otra sonrisa. Tenía bonitos labios.
- Gracias, Torre Namsan- susurro él y ella abrió los ojos con sorpresa.
Fue entonces que algo en su mente hizo Click.
“Seguir pateando todo y conseguir que te arresten no hará que duela menos”
Esa voz.
Sin duda ese chico era este chico.
Sintió que el color le subía a las mejillas y cerró los ojos con fuerza antes voltear su cara hacia enfrente. Estaba muy avergonzada, había querido olvidar todas las idioteces que se le habían ocurrido hacer aquel día y ahora su suerte la traicionaba una vez más.
- Si te hace sentir mejor, probablemente parezca que me orine o que algo peor me paso y toda la gente me mirara con asco al salir- susurro de nuevo aquella suave voz y aunque se sentía terrible no pudo evitar comenzar a reírse.
La sala entera comenzó a abuchearlos
- Vayan a coquetear a otra parte- grito alguien que estaba por ahí y ella miro al chico sonriente.
- ¿Quieres salir de aquí?- le pregunto sin pensar y vio que el asentía de inmediato.
El tomo su refresco y los nachos que le había regalado junto a la basura de los que él había tirado, ella se dirigió a tomar su bolsa y su charola antes de que los se dirigieran a la puerta.
No sabía que estaba haciendo, hasta donde sabía el chico podía ser un completo psicópata y aun así había aceptado subir a su auto y ahora él manejaba sin rumbo alguno.
Había algo en él, no sabía cómo explicarlo pero la hacía sentir con un peso menos sobre ella, se sentía cómodo y la verdad es que también necesitaba despejar su mente.
- Sé que ya estoy un poco tarde pero, mucho gusto, soy Kyungsoo, Do Kyungsoo- susurro haciendo que la chica lo mirara de nuevo.
Ella sonrió y vio que el intentaba tomar una nacho sin éxito, extendió su mano y tomo uno antes de ponérselo cerca de la boca. Vio que el abría los ojos con sorpresa y que luego sonreía levemente antes de tomarlo entre sus labios. Estaba segura de que si hubiera la suficiente luz podría ver el sonrojo en sus mejillas.
- Mucho gusto Kyungsoo, soy _____ susurro ella
Se encontraban en la playa de Eurwangni. A más de una hora de Seúl, más lejos de lo que alguna vez imagino que estaría con un desconocido.
- ¿Cuánto tiempo duro?- pregunto él
Los dos se habían quitado los zapatos y estaban sentados sobre una manta que el cargaba en la cajuela de su coche.
El sonido de las olas era demasiado relajante que hasta la chica había llegado a olvidar que tenía compañía.
No tuvo que preguntarle a que se refería, lo sabía.
- 2 años- susurro la chica y volteo a mirarlo. Se había quitado la gorra y ahora podía ver a la perfección sus enormes ojos y sus bonitos labios a la luz de la luna y de algunos faros que se encontraban cerca de ahí.
El asintió en silencio
- ¿Consiguió a alguien más?- pregunto él y ella soltó un suspiro antes de asentir. Al parecer era demasiado obvio.
- Es bailarín, el maldito es realmente bueno- susurro la chica con enojo- entrena en esta enorme academia y…la chicas prácticamente se lanzan sobre él, cosa que realmente nunca me había importado- la chica rio- siempre me había hecho sentir como la única, tiene una forma de mirarte que te hace pensar que solo tu existes para él. Así que nunca me imaginé que un día llegaría de visita a su academia para verlo prácticamente teniendo sexo con una de las bailarinas de ballet- la chica cerro los ojos levemente y suspiro- malditos bailarines.
Kyungsoo no dijo nada, tal vez esperando a que ella se tranquilizara un poco y cuando abrió los ojos para mirarlo, vio que él no había dejado de mirarla en lo absoluto.
- ¿Sabes que va a volver a buscarte, verdad?- le pregunto Kyungsoo y ella lo miro con confusión.
- ¿Cómo lo sabes?
Él bajo la mirada y rio levemente.
- Porque estuve en una difícil relación con una chica por 4 largos años- susurro él y luego volvió a mirarla- habíamos sido amigos por una largo tiempo y yo siempre había sentido algo por ella, así que cuando por fin tuve mi oportunidad la tome- volvió a reír- no quiero ser grosero pero ella de verdad está loca, sus cambios de humor eran extremistas pero supongo que yo era lo demasiado idiota como para que eso no me importara. Y aun así a ella se le hizo tan fácil acostarse múltiples veces con uno de mis mejores amigos-la chica trago saliva ruidosamente y lo miro con tristeza- estuve dispuesto a perdonarla pero ella simplemente se fue y creo que esa fue mi clave para por fin darme cuenta de lo idiota que había sido- Kyungsoo suspiro y sonrió- volvió a buscarme hace 2 meses y la verdad es tengo que admitir que verla si me hizo sentir algo- Kyungsoo miro a la chica y lo escucho reír- pero entonces recordé por todo lo que me había hecho pasar y le pedí que no volviera a buscarme.
La chica le sonrió levemente pero después bajo la mirada a sus manos
- Fue por eso que estabas en Namsan el otro día- susurro ____.
Escucho a Kyungsoo reír levemente y ella levanto la mirada para ver esa sonrisa en forma de corazón. Era realmente guapo.
- ¿Quieres una cerveza?
Estaba segura que parecían dos locos riendo en la playa. Pero ella ya estaba muy ebria y estaba segura de que Kyungsoo estaba igual o un poco peor que ella.
- No puedo creer que haya subido a tu coche- susurro la chica mirándolo. Estaban recostados en la manta demasiado juntos- podrías ser un asesino y yo ni siquiera lo sabría.
Kyungsoo soltó otra carcajada
- Y tu pudiste ser algún tipo de maleante y aun así te deje subir a mi coche
La chica empujo su hombro suavemente y después recargo su cabeza sobre su codo volteando a mirarlo
- Oye, te regale nachos, esa es una prueba clara de que soy una buena persona- en definitiva ella estaba más ebria. Ya había comenzado a decir tonterías.
Kyungsoo la miro sonriente.
- Lo sé. Puede que solo sea tu nombre, edad y situación amorosa, pero sé que eres buena. Soy bueno juzgando a las personas- susurro y la chica soltó una leve risa en respuesta
- ¿Qué hay de tu ex novia?- Kyungsoo rio.
- He sido bueno juzgando a las personas desde que termine con ella- ____ soltó una carcajada en respuesta y Kyungsoo la miro detenidamente.
Claro que estaba ebrio, si no más recordaba habían comprado 12 cervezas de las cuales él había bebido 7 y la chica había bebido 5. Aun así, sabía que había algo en ella. Algo que lo hacía sonreír demasiado y lo hacía sentir cómodo. Era raro en él, solo pocas personas lo hacían sentir realmente cómodo y ella lo había logrado en 5 horas.
- Es de mala educación mirar a la gente con tanto detenimiento, Soo- sintió que el color le subía a las mejillas y desvió la mirada escuchando a la chica reír, luego volvió a mirarla.
Siempre había odiado que lo llamaran por ese apodo. “Soo”. Le parecía infantil y odiaba ser tratado como un niño. Pero la forma en que lo había dicho la chica, le había sacado una enorme sonrisa del rostro. No lo había dicho como hablándole a un bebe, simplemente lo había pronunciado como si fuera lo más común del mundo.
Y le había gustado.
- ¿Ahora eres policía,___ ?- pregunto el chico y coni frunció la boca levemente antes de volver a reír.
Su risa se desvaneció levemente y solo quedo una sonrisa en sus labios, miraba a Kyungsoo con atención. A una parte de su rostro en especial, sus labios.
Ya había notado como la chica miraba sus labios con detenimiento y llego a pensar que tal vez tenía queso embarrado o tal vez le había salido un grano, pero no parecía ser eso lo que la chica observaba. Simplemente entrecerraba los ojos levemente y los miraba. No es que él no hubiera hecho lo mismo con los suyos.
Tenían una perfecta proporción, eran voluptuosos y el de abajo era levemente más grueso que el de arriba, lo necesario para crear un perfecto balance. Eran rosados y estaba seguro de que la chica tomaba cuidado de ellos pues parecían suaves e hidratados. Tal vez simplemente eran tan perfectos como para no necesitar de eso.
- Tienes lindos labios- susurro la chica haciendo que Kyungsoo despertara de su ensoñación. Levanto la mirada y vio que el rostro de la chica estaba rosado pero no pareció que quisiera desviar la mirada. Rio levemente- tienen forma de corazón o por lo menos eso parece cuando sonríes.
Kyungsoo sonrió en respuesta y bajo la mirada. Aunque el alcohol lo volvía más valiente, no podía dejar de ser del todo tímido.
- Los tuyos también son lindos- susurro él tras un momento de silencio.
La chica rio
- No te sientas comprometido de regresar el cumplido- dijo la chica y él negó de inmediato.
- No es por compromiso, ____- comenzó él, se sentó sobre la manta torpemente y ella casi se cae cuando lo imito. Puso su mano sobre su hombro para que no cayera y la chica levanto la mirada hacia él- de verdad tus labios son…muy, muy bonitos- la chica sonrió en respuesta y él vio que mordía levemente sus labios captando por completo su atención- tu…- trago saliva sonoramente- ¿Utilizas algún tipo de humectante?
Por el rabillo del ojo noto que la chica asentía.
- Sí, es de cereza- susurro él y trato de mirar a otro lado pero cada vez él era más difícil. Se distrajo cuando ella volteo su rostro para sacar algo de su bolsa.
El bendito humectante de labios sabor cereza.
- ¿Quieres probarlo?- pregunto la chica. Él ni siquiera había notado que coni le extendía el humectante de labios. Simplemente asintió y se dejó llevar por la inevitable llamada que le hacia los labios de la chica.
____ no pudo evitar abrir los ojos como platos cuando sintió los labios de Kyungsoo sobre los de ella y puede que incluso los efectos del alcohol hubiera desaparecido un poco haciendo que su rostro se sonrojara.
Estaba congelada y cuando Kyungsoo lo noto se separó de inmediato, su rostro estaba muy sonrojado y la chica estaba segura de que el corazón le estaba palpitando tan rápido como lo hacía el suyo.
Vio que él se alejaba y que bajaba la mirada
- Lo siento. No sé qué porque rayos…hice eso- comenzó él y ____ sonrió en respuesta.
Quería más, sus lindos labios le habían dejado una sensación cálida y unas agradables cosquillas le recorrían el cuerpo.
Tal vez el alcohol aún estaba en su favor. El valor llego a ella en cuestión de segundos y se acercó al chico para poner una mano sobre su barbilla haciendo que la mirara.
Él la miro con sorpresa, sus enormes ojos lucían aún más grandes y lo vio aguantar la respiración. Ella sonrió aún más y sin decir otra cosa acorto la distancia entre ellos.
Kyungsoo se congelo por unos segundos pero después cerro los ojos y paso una de sus manos para posarla suavemente sobre la nuca de la chica.
Era una sensación que había superado las expectativas de los dos. Era como si sus labios hubieran sido creados en conjunto, destinados a besarse. Aun cuando se separaron algunas veces para tomar aire, volvían a unir sus labios pocos segundos después, ninguno de los dos dispuesto a dejar los labios del otro.
Aún estaban un tanto ebrios cuando caminaron hasta el auto. Kyungsoo arreglo el asiento trasero para que la chica pudiera dormir y cuando le indico que podía entrar, ella tomo su mano y lo hizo entrar junto a ella.
Estaba sorprendido, aún más cuando la chica rodeo su cintura y se recargo sobre su pecho, pero él reacciono rápidamente para cerrar la puerta y recargarse sobre esta. Rodeo el cuerpo de la chica con suavidad y suspiro.
Era cálida, ya se había desacostumbrando de arrullar a alguien pero aun así comenzó a acariciar el suave cabello de la chica haciendo que está prácticamente ronroneara, beso su cabeza con suavidad y poco después la escucho respirar acompasadamente.
Su respiración comenzó a arrullarlo y poco después el también cayó rendido.
La luz de la ventana llego de golpe sobre los ojos de la chica haciendo que despertara. Al tratar de moverse se dio cuenta que era rodeada por un par de brazos y el corazón se le acelero de inmediato cuando las imágenes de la noche de ayer aparecieron en su mente.
Se levantó suavemente y busco la mirada de Kyungsoo. Sus ojos estaban abiertos y se encontraron con los suyos haciendo que su rostro se sonrojara.
Era aún más guapo bajo los ligeros rayos del sol que entraban por los vidrios polarizados. El carraspeo suavemente y se separó de ella.
- Buenos días- susurro, su voz volvía a ser de un tono bajo y ella sonrió torpemente.
- Buenos días, Kyungsoo- susurro a chica.
Volvieron a mirarse y se quedaron en silencio por unos segundos.
- Deberíamos irnos- susurro el chico y ella asintió.
Todo se sentía demasiado incomodo, aun había algo que se sentía agradable en la presencia del chico, pero un repentino miedo de investigar más a fondo ese sentimiento la hizo evitar las constantes miradas que el chico le dirigía.
“Fue algo de solo una noche, Kyungsoo. Probablemente no volverás a verla” se dijo mientras la chica le indicaba por donde debía ir.
- De verdad puedes dejarme en la estación de autobuses, ya hiciste demasiado por mí- susurro la chica y él negó de inmediato.
- No es ninguna molestia- susurro Kyungsoo y vio de reojo que la chica le sonreía.
Un flashazo de la noche anterior vino a su mente logrando que sus mejillas se sonrojaran.
Sabía que no volvería a verla, pero quería hacerlo. Quería estar más tiempo en su presencia, pero se sentía ridículo de solo imaginarse tratando de invitarla a salir. Acababa de terminar una relación y por lo que había visto ayer, aun le dolía. Aunque también lo había besado de aquella forma…
Sacudió su cabeza tratando de alejar sus pensamientos y pronto se vio estacionando donde la chica le indicaba.
Era un edificio bonito, no era antiguo ni moderno simplemente lucia cálido y estaba en un vecindario tranquilo bastante cerca del suyo.
- Es aquí- susurro la chica sonriéndole y vio que bajaba la mirada- lo de ayer fue…raro, pero va a ser un buen recuerdo. Gracias, Kyungsoo. De verdad creo que eres una increíble persona- Kyungsoo no pudo evitar sonreí como tonto ante las palabras de la chica y vio que ella se mordía los labios pensativamente.
“No ahora” pensó el chico y trato de mantener su mirada lejos de la boca de la chica. Miro sus ojos y soltó la respiración suavemente
- Sé que fue algo extraño pero…de verdad lo pase bien. Eres una chica especial, ____. Espero haberte hecho sentir mejor- el rostro de la chica de inmediato se puso rojo y el de Kyungsoo hizo lo mismo al darse cuenta de lo que estaba pensando
- Eh…- comenzó la chica bajando la mirada- será mejor que baje- susurro y Kyungsoo apretó sus manos en puños tratando de no tomar su muñeca, pero al final lo hizo.
- Espera…-susurro el chico y vio que ___ lo miraba con sorpresa. No quería dejarla partir, aun no- crees que…puedo utilizar tu baño…- susurro el chico torpemente y vio que ella soltaba un suspiro, parecía algo desilusionada.
¿Por qué?
- Claro, esperare a que estaciones tu auto- susurro la chica y ni siquiera le dio tiempo a Kyungsoo de responder. Simplemente bajo del coche y cerró la puerta tras de ella.
Se mojó la cara por tercera vez y gruño.
- Solo pídele su teléfono, Kyungsoo- se dijo mirándose en el espejo- lo peor que puede pasar es que…no te lo de- bufo y bajo la mirada.
- ¡¿Quién es él?!- Kyungsoo abrió los ojos con sorpresa al escuchar la voz proveniente de alguna parte de la casa de la chica. Era un hombre
Se apresuró a salir del baño y luego se escondió para ver un poco de lo que pasaba.
- No creo que te importe Yixing- susurro ____, era bastante claro que estaba molesta, su voz estaba a nada de convertirse en un grito.
- ¿Cómo no va a importarme? Eres mi novia- Kyungsoo no pudo evitar fruncir la frente cuando entendió lo que sucedía.
- No, Yixing. Soy tu ex novia, tú fuiste el que me convirtió en eso- ____ estaba perdiendo los estribos y Kyungsoo se sintió tan molesto que no dudo dos veces cuando camino hasta donde la chica y el estúpido de su ex novio se encontraban.
Vio que la cara de él chico se fruncía al verlo caminar hasta ellos y ____ volteo a mirarlo con la boca fruncida, debía estar apenada. Kyungsoo le sonrió en respuesta y algo en él le hizo rodear los hombros de la chica y atraerla hacia él
- ¿Pasa algo, linda?- pregunto Kyungsoo. ___ lo miro son sorpresa y escucho a Yixing gruñir. Fue entonces que vio una ligera sonrisa en los labios de la chica y luego como su brazo lo rodeaba con fuerza
- Nada, Soo. Ya estábamos terminando de hablar- miro a él otro chico- él es Yixing, mi ex novio...
- Aun soy tu novio, ____- susurro él chico en la puerta. Ya no gritaba pero estaba muy molesto, se notaba por la forma en la que sus manos estaban cerrados en puños.
Era más alto que Kyungsoo y sí, tenía cuerpo de bailarín. Kyungsoo tuvo que admitir para sus adentros que el chico era muy atractivo. Aun así, no le intimidaba. Había peleado con chicos mucho más grandes que él sin salir lastimado.
Frunció el ceño
- No creo que eso sea posible porque yo soy su novio- susurro Kyungsoo y le dedico una mirada de muerte a Yixing.
Vio que el chico retrocedía un poco.
- Por favor, vete. Y te agradecería si no volvieras a buscarme nunca más- susurro ____, vio a Yixing dudar, pero sin más soltó algún tipo de maldición y dio media vuelta.
_____ se apresuró a cerrar la puerta y Kyungsoo vio como suspiraba con fuerza. Aun le dolía, estaba claro que no estaba lista para tener citas.
Kyungsoo bajo la mirada y también suspiro con fuerza.
- Supongo que tenías razón cuando dijiste que iba a volver a buscarme- susurro la chica y Kyungsoo la miro- nos vio llegar juntos.
- Lo siento- susurro Kyungsoo y la chica negó con una sonrisa.
- Está bien, fuiste de gran ayuda…otra vez- susurro la chica y Kyungsoo sonrió apenas.
Definitivamente quería volver a verla.
- Él no tenía derecho de venir hasta acá y hablarte así- susurro Kyungsoo- creo que…debería dejarte descansar- se acero tímidamente a la chica y la miro- eres realmente increíble, ____. No dejes que ningún imbécil te haga sentir lo contrario.
La chica le sonrió ampliamente y luego bajo la mirada.
- Gracias, Soo. De verdad espero que…encuentres a una chica que de verdad te merezca- le dijo la chica. Se sorprendió a si misma cuando dio otro paso y paso sus brazos alrededor del chico. Este no dudo ni un segundo en responderle y los dos soltaron un gran suspiro cuando estuvieron en los brazos del otro.
Kyungsoo no pudo evitar maldecir, había sido un cobarde pero ya era muy tarde, estaba arrancando su coche y había perdido la oportunidad de volver a ver a la chica.
Se dijo que ya debía de haberse olvidado de ella, que ella también debía hacer lo mismo con los recuerdos de esa noche. Pero le era imposible.
Cuando cerraba los ojos solo podía pensar en sus suaves labios contra los suyos, cuando tomaba una cerveza pensaba en todas la risas que habían compartido e incluso el solo hecho de que alguien mencionara una película, le traía el recuerdo de su reencuentro.
Estaba arrepentida, su cobardía le había impedido pedirle su número y ahora se maldecía cada vez que pensaba en como lo había dejado alejarse.
Ya habían pasado casi dos meses. Y había estado tan desesperada por encontrarlo que incluso había buscado su nombre en las redes sociales sin éxito alguno. Se sentía patética, pero simplemente quería volver a verlo, aunque solo fuera una vez más.
Kyungsoo había sido la clave para que pudiera dejar a Yixing de lado de una vez por todas y seguir adelante. Su vida había vuelto a tener sentido, sus clases volvían a ser interesantes y había vuelto a salir con sus amigos, pero algo se sentía vacío. Había algo en ella que necesitaba encontrar a Kyungsoo
Así que por décima vez, camino hasta el cinema y pidió un boleto para la última función de una tonta película de amor, de nuevo.
Miro a todas partes en la fila de la dulcería pero como todas las veces anteriores, no hubo rastro de Kyungsoo.
Soltó un suspiro y volvió a tomar asiento a la espera de que su función empezara. Sintió que alguien tomaba asiento junto a ella, pero realmente no le interesaba nada en este momento. Miro sus nachos con extra queso con desinterés y suspiro con fuerza.
- Tranquila, si tus nachos se caen, prometo que te comprare otros- susurro la persona a su lado y coni se congelo.
Esa voz solo podía ser de una persona
Levanto la mirada rápidamente y…ahí estaba. La sonrisa en forma de corazón.
- Kyungsoo…- susurro la chica, estaba segura que había dejado de respirar y el corazón le latía con fuerza.
- Ha sido un largo tiempo, ____- susurro él sonriendo. Aun cuando no lo demostrara, estaba nervioso- ¿Ultima función para la película romántica? -____ asintió torpemente y el rio- ya es hora de que entremos.
Al chico no le importo en lo más mínimo que su lugar estuviera en una fila distinta a la de la chica. Simplemente camino tras de ella y tomo el lugar a su lado. Había esperado día tras día para encontrarla y esta vez no iba a desaprovechar su oportunidad.
____ por su parte no podía dejar de mirarlo. Temía que fuera una alucinación y fuera a desaparecer si dejaba de mirarlo.
- No te asustes, no voy a tirar mis nachos esta vez- susurro Kyungsoo y ____ no pudo evitar sonreír.
- ¿Quieres irte de aquí?- le pregunto la chica aun cuando la película ni siquiera comenzaba y Kyungsoo no tardo ni dos segundos en asentir.
Caminaban lentamente por el vecindario, no había prisa, los dos simplemente estaban disfrutando de la compañía que tanto habían añorado.
- Al parecer estamos destinados a encontrarnos- susurro el chico y ____ asintió, aunque para sus adentros, los dos sabían que no habían parado de buscar al otro.
Kyungsoo no sabía cuántas veces había parado frente al edificio de la chica a la esperanza de verla sin éxito.
La chica quería decirle, quería contarle cuanto lo había buscado, pero tenía miedo, no sabía cómo iba a reaccionar el chico.
- Yo…- comenzó ____, de alguna forma tenía que dejarle saber cuánto le alegraba verlo- de verdad quería volver a verte- bajo la mirada al pavimento, lejos del rostro de Kyungsoo. Para que no pudiera ver lo mucho que se estaba sonrojando.
- También quería verte- susurro Kyungsoo tomándola por sorpresa y haciendo que levantara la mirada- creo que nunca me había arrepentido tanto de algo como de no haber pedido tu numero- Ni siquiera habían notado que ya no estaban caminando- no creí que quisieras comenzar a tener citas tan pronto…- fue el turno del chico de bajar la mirada y ____ no pudo evitar sonreír.
- Y creo que no lo estaba, pero tratándose de ti…no lo hubiera pensado dos veces- Kyungsoo levanto la mirada y la chica vio como una sonrisa se extendía por sus labios.
Los dos estaban sonrojados y se miraban fijamente.
- A decir verdad…- comenzó el chico, dio un paso hacia ___ y sonrió- no he podido dejar de pensar en ti…y no creo querer hacerlo.
La chica sonrió aún más y también dio un paso hacia él. Su colonia le trajo recuerdos de cómo habían dormido abrazados el uno al otro.
- No eres el único que tuvo un momento difícil, Soo- comenzó la chica. Estaban demasiado cerca, tan cerca que sus pechos estaban a milímetros de tocarse- me asusto el saber que tal vez no volvería a verte…
Kyungsoo ya no iba a ser un cobarde. Poso sus manos sobre el rostro de la chica e hizo que lo mirara. Los dos sonrieron.
- ¿Tengo permitido volver a probar tu humectante?- pregunto Kyungsoo haciendo que ____ riera
- ¿Por qué no lo averiguas, Kyungsoo?
La chica no tuvo que decir más. Los labios de él se posaron suavemente sobre los de ella, no había necesidad de acoplarse, era tan sencillo acostumbrarse a los labios del otro que pronto se encontraron profundizando el beso. Ninguno de los dos recordaba a ver añorado un beso tanto.
La chica le dio un leve empujo y lo separo de ella haciendo que el chico frunciera el ceño. Ella sonrió.
- No creas que esto significa que puedes besarme cuando quieras, Kyungsoo. Aun ni siquiera hemos tenido una primera cita- Kyungsoo rio en respuesta y después tomo su mano con delicadeza entre la suya.
- Entonces ¿Qué te parece si te invito a cenar y hacemos de esta nuestra primera cita?
La chica lo miro pensativa
- Solo si me pides mi teléfono cuando termine- el chico se carcajeo levemente y asintió.
- No tienes que pedirlo dos veces- susurro sonriente
Vio como las mejillas de la chica se sonrojaban, pero sin más le dio un suave apretón a su mano y comenzaron a caminar.
Everyone saw Minseok as being small; at least, compared to the other members. But the fact that you were super tiny, even compared to him, sparked the loving nickname he had for you.
If he caught you kneeling on the kitchen counters to be able to reach into the higher cupboards, he’d tut loudly, moving you so you were sat on the island safely, and he would grab whatever you were looking for. ‘Little one, you shouldn’t be climbing like that! You could get hurt!”
When you were lying in bed when he got home from practice, propped up by the millions of pillows you had made him buy, and hiding under your favorite fluffy blanket, while you read yet another book, he would coo at you, crawling his way across the bed until he could cuddle up next to you, tucking your body under his arm. ‘You look even tinier in this big bed, my sweet little baby! I could loose you in all these pillows!’
If he had gone too long without touching your body, he would sometimes forget about the comfort of the bed or the couch, and would just take you against the wall of your apartment, your body being held up between him and the wall; legs around his waist and arms gripping his shoulders tightly to support yourself. ‘God, your body is just made for me, Little Girl… You take my cock so well… Such a good Little Girl for Daddy, hmmm?’
JUNMYEON/SUHO: Babygirl
Junmyeon loved to take care of you, especially since you apparently didn’t know how to take care of yourself. He knew he didn’t exactly have the best track record when it came to taking care of himself; sure he ate well and kept fit, but he had a horrible habit of never getting enough sleep, and was always stressed out and tense, having the take care of 8 children all day, everyday. But he knew you were worse, always putting everyone else’s needs before you own; whether that was his, your friends, your family, your studies, even your job.
If he caught you at your apartment late at night, surrounded by open textbooks and draft copies of final assignments for University, your body slumped uncomfortably over your laptop, he would quietly pack an overnight bag for you, before carrying you gently down to his car, muttering softly to your half asleep form. ‘No more stressing tonight… Let me take care of you, Babygirl.’ Taking you back to the dorm, he would lay you in his bed, set up Netflix on his laptop, change you into his comfiest clothes that smelt distinctly of his cologne, give you a gentle head and neck massage, and let you drift to sleep curled up in his arms.
Feeding you was a habit of his, especially if you were noticeably tired. Everyone would be slouched over on the dorm couches, or taking refuge on the floor, with many half empty containers of takeaway strewn across the coffee table. Jun would have a small bowl of everything nursed in his lap, and would occasionally bring his chopsticks up to your mouth, encouraging you to eat more. ‘I want to make you soft and cuddly, Babygirl. Keep eating.’
If he was stressed out, it was your turn to take care of him. You always knew when he was having a bad day, so you’d warn Sehun to stay out of their shared room, and would be patiently waiting on your knees just inside the bedroom door, dressed in one of his favourite lingerie sets on you. Your heart always sped up when he opened the door, a soft groan leaving his lips, the stress of the day melting away.. ‘God Babygirl, you’re so perfect… Crawl over to the bed; let me see that perky ass of yours…’
YIXING/LAY: Princess
Anyone who knew Yixing, knew he would treat his girl like a Princess; you’d later become his Queen if he had a daughter. He had jokingly called you a Princess after seeing your 21st birthday photos; your friends had bought you a tiara and forced you into a strapless princess dress on your night out. But once he saw the shy smile that graced your face after hearing the nickname, he decided to keep calling you that, and started treating you like one.
‘Wake up, my beautiful Princess… I made you breakfast..’ he’d coo of a morning, bearing a plate of neatly stacked pancakes, with syrup and strawberries and icecream piled on top, and a steaming mug of tea sat on the beside table. He’d prop you up with some pillows, tying your hair neatly out of your face, and even offering to feed you if you were that tired.
Walking through a shopping centre, if he saw your eyes linger on a pair of shoes, or a bag, for a second too long, he would be dragging you into the store, insisting that ‘His Princess should have what her heart desires, no matter the cost’. He’d even throw in a few extra items that he saw and liked, just for the fun of it (Usually lingerie)
In the bedroom, he’d treat you like an absolute Princess. Sometimes he jokingly referred to you as a pillow princess, because you were known for liking to lie back against the pillows and have him do all the work, goading him on with the moans and whimpers that would leave your mouth. Common phrases that would leave his mouth were; ‘You like that, Princess?’ ‘C’mon Princess, I know you can be louder than that…’ his life motto is; treat her like a princess, fuck her like a whore
BAEKHYUN: Angel
This had started after you had begun calling Baek your ‘little devil’, the boy pulling so many pranks, and endlessly teasing everyone, to the point where you just assumed he was the most adorable Spawn of Satan. Baekhyun decided that opposites really DO attract, and that you were the angel to his devil. You had both gotten so used to the pet name, that you both started acting like it was your real name.
The boys always had the hard task of waking both you and Baekhyun up, especially when it was a day off, and all you both wanted to do was sleep all day. They knew to wake Baek up first, because you would never respond to your name being called, and they thought you were in too much of a deep sleep to hear it. Baekhyun always rolled over, gently kissing your neck and collar bones, knowing the ticklish feeling would always wake you up. “Her name is Angel.” As if on que, your eyes would always flutter open, a soft whine leaving your lips at the thought of having to wake up early again.
If Baek ever bought you new lingerie, which was a common occurrence now that he knew what you looked like in it, it would usually be light colours; pale pinks, sheer whites, and light blues. He loved you in light colours, because it made you look even more ethereal. His hands would run delicately over the usually lace fabric, his eyes staring down at you in wonder, his lips curved in a small smile. ‘How are you even real? My perfect little Angel..’
He didn’t even care if y’all were in public; he would still insist on calling you Angel. Ordering drinks from your favourite coffee shop? Put the order name under Angel. Booking a table at a busy restaurant for date night? Table for Angel. Who’s name is going on the new lease for your apartment. Angel. Oh, that’s not a feasible name? Sorry, I forgot the real one…
JONGDAE/CHEN: Beautiful
Jongdae was a traditional man, and he loved being honest about his feelings for you, which is why he had taken to calling you Beautiful; that’s what he believed you were, no matter the time of day, no matter what you were wearing, and no matter who was around you both to hear it.
If you were ever annoyed at him, it was usually because he wasn’t taking care of himself as well as he could be. He neglected eating well, sleeping well, and always managed to put everyone ahead of himself; the fans, the boys, even you. So if you two ever fought about it, it would usually end in you distancing yourself from him for a few hours, pouting by yourself and ignoring his cute whining and incessant tugs on your hand to try to get you to pay attention to him. It wasn’t till he used the ‘Beautiful’ card, that he could get you to talk to him again. ‘I’m sorry, Beautiful… You can yell at me all you want… I promise I’ll start taking care of myself better…’ ‘dAmMiT JoNgDaE, yOu CaNt PuLl ThAt SaPpY ‘BEAUTIFUL’ sHiT oN mM! Im SuPpOsEd To Be AnNoYeD wItH yOu, YoU bIg LuMp Of FlUfF!’
He would always mutter a sweet ‘Good morning, my Beautiful’, everytime he woke up next to you. You could be already awake, combing your fingers through his bed hair, and he’d say it in a half-asleep daze. If you were still asleep, and he was awake. he would pepper your face and neck with soft kisses until you were grumbling softly, the words muttered against the sensitive skin behind your ear. If he caught you in the kitchen with Kyungsoo, preparing breakfast for everyone on a rare day off for the boys, he would come up behind you, wrap his arms around your waist, nuzzle his face into your neck, and mumbled the words softly, knowing it always would make you blush and grin like an innocent schoolgirl.
Jongdae was a passionate lover in bed, and was always putting your needs before his own. Thus, he liked to make sure you had multiple orgasms, before he even considered letting you touch him in return, which usually meant he had to tie you up in order to control your wandering hands. ‘God you look so good like this… C’mon, you can do it one more time for me, Beautiful… You’re always so good for me…’
CHANYEOL: Kitten
The nickname had come about after Chanyeol had crashed at your apartment one night, and had woken up to see you sat at your dresser with a kitten ear’s headband holding your hair back from your face, while you were applying your makeup for the day. He simply stared for a few moments, wondering if it was just his imagination playing tricks on him. But when he realised he was definitely awake, and you definitely were wearing kitten ears, he had cooed softly, getting out of the comfy bed to stand behind you, one hand resting on your shoulder, the other tapping softly against the tip of the ears. ‘These are very cute… A sweet Kitten..’
If Chanyeol was relaxing on his bed after a long day of rehearsing, you would let yourself into his bedroom and crawl across his bed until you were kneeling next to his reclined body. He would simply grunt softly at you; his way of saying hello. Unsatisfied with the lack of attention, you would lie yourself across his lap, stretching out, a soft whine leaving your mouth as you felt your joints pop satisfyingly. Resting your head on his warm stomach, you would hum contently when his fingers would start to card through your hair, scratching your scalp softly. ‘It sounds like you are purring, Kitten… Are you comfortable lying all over me?’ Turning around so you were facing him, you nuzzled into the warmth of his belly, nodding happily, a shit eating grin spread across your face.
Chan had bought it as a joke, and had hidden it deep in his wardrobe, where he knew prying eyes and hands wouldn’t find it namely Baekhyun. He had never expected you to find the black bag stashed away, housing a soft pair of grey kitten ears, with a matching tail. He DEFINITELY didn’t expect you to be lounging graceful on his bed after he had come home from practice, wearing baby pink lace lingerie, with the ears lying in your fresh curled hair, and the tail tickling the back of your bare thigh. Slamming the door closed so there were no prying eyes, he would approach the bed slowly, running a hand up your thigh, tugging gently on the tail until you were keening softly. ‘Holy shit…. My pretty little Kitten… Come here, and let Daddy play with his pretty Kitten…’
KYUNGSOO/D.O: My Love
It didn’t matter the time of day, or where he was, Kyungsoo would only ever call you by his pet name for you. It helped that the boys were generally too scared of him turning into Satansoo, to even think about teasing him for the loving name. He thought it was a classic name, and had taken to calling you it from the start of your relationship. On your first ever date, which was at a sweet little cafe he had managed to find, that wouldn’t be busy enough to potentially end in people recognizing him, he had called you the name. He could sense you were nervous to initiate any sort of physical contact, so he had taken it upon himself to sit next to you in a booth in the far back of the cafe, away from any prying eyes. With you slightly leaning against him while you studied the menu, you didn’t even notice him lean down until you heard him mutter softly in your ear; the sudden noise making you jump. ‘Sorry for scaring you, My Love… I was just wondering if you wanted to share something…’
You knew the kitchen was his domain, but he also knew that baking was your domain. He knew your track record with ‘accidentally’ hurting yourself in the kitchen, so quite often you two would butt heads about him letting you in the kitchen. It usually ended in him supervising you, hovering closely and having his arms held out, ready to catch you at any time if you slipped, or to yank you away from anything sharp that could potentially poke you. But it became an issue when you wanted to surprise him for his birthday, moving around the kitchen as quietly as possible at 6am in the morning, hoping to make his birthday cake without him knowing but ofc mama Soo knows all. ‘No no no! What’re you doing, My Love! This is dange- is that a chocolate cake? Oh, is this for my birthday? Oh, Love, you’re so sweet…’
Bby Soo quickly turns almost Satansoo in the bedroom, especially if you’ve been teasing him all day. He had innocently though that you lying against him (back to his chest) on the couch while watching a movie with the boys one night, would be a sweet thing for him to do. He didn’t expect you to be sexually frustrated, and try to subtly grind against him, his sweats doing nothing to hide the aching boner he was forming from your movements. Half way through the movie, he had claimed that you were feeling unwell, and he was going to take you to bed, shooting Kai a subtle warning look, before whisking you away upstairs. All but throwing you on the bed, he would crawl over your sprawled out body, holding your hands above your head in one of his, his other hand travelling down your body, cupping your sex and feeling how wet you were through your panties. ‘You shouldn’t tease me like that… You know there’s going to be consequences… But you like when I punish you, don’t you Love? Better not scream too loud… You don’t want the boys to know how naughty you are, do you Love?’
JONGIN/KAI: Gorgeous
Jongin was shy about the name he had for you; the boys were shameless, and were not afraid to give him shit if they caught the second-youngest being so fluffy and romantic with his girlfriend. So the name dropping was a rare thing to occur, and you always savoured it when it happened.
If he had a rare day off, he would want to spend the entire day with you, doing things that you both loved to do, outside of the dorms; he claimed he felt cooped up if he stayed there too long. You would drag him shopping, and no matter how much he complained about being bored and tired from carrying all your bags, you knew he secretly loved it, especially when it came to you trying on lingerie. ‘Will you please let me see, Gorgeous… I picked it out, I at least want to know what it looks like on you…’ ‘..thought you were too tired to even open your eyes..’ ‘-.- Shut up, and get in the change room…’
Waking up early was something you had grown quite used to, and you would quite often prepare Jongin breakfast in bed; usually pancakes or waffles; something sweet and messy cause licking conveniently spilt syrup off that body...He would always blearily open his eyes, blinking up at you innocently, a sweet smile on his face when he saw the stack of pancakes you were carrying, piled high with berries. ‘You’re so good to me, Gorgeous Girl… I don’t know what I would do if you weren’t here to take care of me…’
Jongin was an attentive lover in bed, and was always willing to try new things, if it meant pleasure for the both of you. But despite all the kinky shit you both tried, he was always most happy when he could simply woo you with a nice dinner, a relaxing massage where you would probably cum a few times cause he’s a babe like that, and a night of him fucking you into oblivion, sweet words contrasting heavily with his sharp thrusts and grinding hips. ‘God, the things you do to me… My sweet, Gorgeous girl… Relax Gorgeous, and let me take care of you for a change..’
SEHUN: Babe/Baby
Lil baby Sehun was hesitant to show affection; one reason being the boys would give the poor maknae so much shit for it, and the other being he didn’t want you to know how much he had fallen for you in such a short time of being together but boy was too stupid to realise you had fallen as well. A common way of him showing his affection for you, was through his pet names for you. Although they were quite common, they still made you blush.
Babe was the one he usually called you. If you were lounging around the door together, whether you were with the boys or not, he would always gently nudge you with his foot, urging you to come closer so he could show you some meme or another video of Vivi doing something utterly adorable. ‘Babe, babe, look! Isn’t he just the best!’ He would coo, smiling sweetly down at his phone as another video of the beloved pet would be played. ‘Why don’t you look at me like that?’ ‘Don’t be jealous babe, you’re my number 2, I promise!’
Going out to dinner with Sehun was a nightmare in itself, the boy never seeming to be finished eating until he had ordered half of the menu. But eating with everyone was chaotic, plates of side dishes flying everywhere, drinks almost being knocked over, and more food than you could handle being piled on your plate by your loving boyfriend. He believed that because he always ate well, that he had rubbed off on you, despite you allowing Kai, who would always sit on the other side of you, to steal half your food to avoid Sehun throwing a fit about leftovers. ‘Here babe, try some of this’ ‘Sehun I already hav-’ ‘No, don’t fight me on this. Eat it. If you want to catch up to the Sebooty, you have to eat well..’
He would use Baby on the rare occasion that he wanted something from you; usually in the bedroom or like the couch cause boy is horny af. If it was just you two on the couch, he would perch you on his lap, loving the feeling of your body pressed completely against his owns, your softness contrasting perfectly with his hard and lean body. He knew your love of grinding against him, and he also knew of your love for his thighs, and your kink for him essentially manhandling you. So if he was feeling particularly daring, he would turn you around on his lap so you were facing him, one of his thighs pushed between your legs, resting against your core. He would raise a brow, daring you to grind against his thigh, the thought of you using his body to get yourself off turned him on more than he would care to admit. ‘C’mon Baby, I know you can do better than that… I know you wanna cum, I can feel how wet you are… Such a naughty girl, getting my pants all wet… If you make yourself cum on my thigh, I’ll let you suck my cock later…’
Summary: An aspiring western model and a tired of stardom kpop star find their ways clashing in Seoul.
PART 1
PART 14
On Monday morning, just on time for her shift, but looking a lot more stressed out than usual, MinSeo stormed into the shop. She ran up to my spot and grabbing me by the elbow, she dragged me into the kitchen.
“Have you seen these?”
She pulled a couple magazines out of her bag and placed them on the counter top. Taking a look at the covers I immediately spotted pictures of Sehun wearing the same clothing he did on our trip, with a expression on his face that varied from surprised to annoyed from one photo to the other.
“He’s been all over social media too. People are wondering the reason behind your mysterious trip.” I stared at her blankly. “But don’t worry, because I haven’t found a single reference to you. At least, direct reference.”
She opened one of the magazines and searched through the pages until she found an specific article.
“But look at this.”
The first thing on sight was a photo of Sehun looking away from the camera, and right next to it, there was a close up of said picture focused on his neck. His very bruised neck. Bruised in a shape and placed in a way it was clear that wasn’t a bruise, but a hickey. The one I gave to him. The magazine had highlighted it enough, as the close up was surrounded by capitalized Korean words such as “scandalous” and pertinent emojis as a reaction to it.
I looked at MinSeo out of the corner of my eye.
“Do you know what the article says?” she asked.
“I can understand a few words…”
She turned to the next page.
“This is goes into scary details to talk about every single dating rumour that he’s had since debut era.”
“Are these girls he dated?” I asked, looking attentively at the pictures.
“I don’t know if he dated them or not, those are just rumours and you would have to ask yourself. But that’s not the point. They’re trying to find out who gave him the love bite.” She explained. “What happened?”
“I don’t know. We were at the beach and the town looked pretty calm. But the paparazzi appeared the next morning. I don’t know how they knew, but they did.”
“I don’t think they saw you, there would be pictures of you everywhere if that was the case…”
“Sehun was able to sneak me out of the hotel room without anyone seeing us, I hope.”
“You two were staying on the same room!?”
“Yeah…I mean, we’re kind of together. I think. I was the one to give him that hickey, not one of those girls…”
“No shit, Captain Obvious.”
Her snarky tone surprised me.
“Weren’t you the one who told me it would be okay if I wanted to kiss him in the first date and who went around making all types of dirty jokes?”
“Yes, but I never meant it! I thought you would be more discreet and that he would’ve known better than to let all of this out.”
“Could’ve been worse…” I whispered to myself.
“What was that? What do you mean?”
“Hmm…” I hesitated, but her raised eyebrow and her crossed arms over her chest reminded too much of how my mother looked when I had done something out of place. “We may had been swimming on the sea on Saturday evening.”
“So what?”
“Swimming in our underwear.”
She gasped loudly and covered her face with her hands. Then, she picked up the magazines and put them between my hands forcefully. She pushed me out of the kitchen, came back in and closed the door behind her. I could hear her grumbling the whole time.
**************
We fucked up
Yep
I’m sorry
It’s not your fault. At least not completely.
Can we meet?
I don’t think that’s the best idea right now
Please? I just want to talk
Hmm…Okay. Go to my apartment before 6 pm today and wait inside the building until I get there. I will call the doorman so he lets you in.
***************
Once my shift was over, I got inside the kitchen again to leave my apron. MinSeo signalled for me to wait until one of our co-workers, who was also looking for utensils inside, left.
“Are you seeing him now?” She asked, as she leaned back over the counter wiping her hands with a cloth.
I nodded as a response.
“Listen, Grace. I’m sorry if I was too harsh on you before. I just want you to be okay, both of you, but firstly you, because you’re my friend. Up until now everything has been okay with you two so you’re starting to be careless.” She sighed and I said nothing to cover up for her silence. “I don’t really have any advice to give you. I don’t know what I’d do if I were you. Just promise you’ll try to be careful.”
“I will.” I came close to her and hugged her tightly. “And you don’t need to apologize for anything. Friends should be there to smack sense into their friends heads when they need it, right?”
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It was 6:45 pm and I had already been waiting for an hour. After inspecting every corner of the building I was able to and looking through every single entertainment website I knew of in my phone, I went up to the apartment’s floor and sat down in the corridor, in front of his door. I took out the magazines from my bag and flicked through quickly through the pages until I got to the only articles I actually cared about. From what I was able to make out of the text, all the girls suspected to be “his new fling” were also kpop starts and celebrities.
“You know there’s a couple armchairs in the ground floor?” Sehun’s voice startled me, I hadn’t heard him coming. “There’s no need for you to be sitting there.”
I shrugged it off.
“I was there for a while, but got bored after the first twenty minutes.”
He extended his arm towards me and I took his hand to help myself get up from the floor.
“I’m sorry, we had a meeting today and it took longer than I expected.” He tried to take a look at the magazines over my shoulder. “What are you reading?”
“Oh, nothing. Just a dumb magazine. Picking up vocabulary, you know…” He nodded and looked at me in silence. “Aren’t you going to invite me in?”
“Yes, sure.” He quickly opened the door and led me in. “Do you want anything to drink?”
“No, I’m fine like this.”
We sat in the sofa, but the atmosphere wasn’t as comfortable as any of the other times we had been alone.
“You said you wanted to talk…?”
“What is going to happen?” I mumbled.
“About what?”
“Sehun, please. Don’t play dumb. Even MinSeo has been freaking out and she’s not even directly involved. What are we going to do?”
“I don’t think there’s a lot we can do. Just try to be as discreet as possible and let time go by so this all settles.”
His apparent tranquillity contrasted starkly with the mood I was in since MinSeo told me off that morning.
“What are we?”
“We? We are…friends?” He decided to change his wording when he saw the expression in my face. “Good friends?”
“I don’t think good friends act like couples. Or go on unplanned trips together. Or do what we did the other day.”
“It was you the one who started it.” Once again, my face did the talking. “What do you want me to answer, Grace? You know how things are, I’ve told you about it!”
“I just want you to tell me the truth. To finally set things down. You can lie about this to anyone you want, but do you have to lie to me too?”
He combed his hair back with his hands and sunk back into the sofa.
“I can’t.”
I got the magazine out of my bag and opened it in the pertinent page.
“Who are these?” I asked as I placed the magazine in top of the table.
“They’re friends,” he answered after taking a quick look through the pages.
“Friends just like I am?”
Sehun looked at me with wide open eyes, without knowing what to answer.
“Here it says that the one you’ve been more recently linked to is Irene and that she’s probably the one to blame for the state of your neck.”
“Your Korean has really advanced…” He tried to joke but I was having none of it.
“That’s not the point right now. Why is it ok that these girls are linked to you but not me? Is it because they’re all beautiful and famous and I’m not? Is it a "good” kind of publicity?“
"I got told off for that stuff!” His tone led me to believe he was getting mad. “Wait. Are you jealous?”
If stares worked as weapons, he would probably have been dead by that time.
“Do you still see them?”
“What? Yes, you are jealous!”
“Sehun, can you answer the question already? It’s not that hard!”
“I just see them if we happen to meet at an event, program or something like that. But why?”
“Why what?”
“Why are you jealous?”
“I’m not jealous, oh my god!”
I stood up quickly and walked up to the window. I could feel his eyes fixed on my back and I was glad he wasn’t able to see the blush that had crept to my face.
“I came here trying to be reasonable. I just don’t know what to do. I’m sick of hiding.”
“Neither do I,” he whispered.
We stayed in that position for some good ten minutes, in complete silence and lost in our own thoughts. Then, he stood up as well and approached me from behind, to circle my waist with his arms and rest his chin on top of my head.
“Jongdae was once seeing this girl. He had known her for quite a long time, because she was working for the company. I think she was some kind of assistant, but I don’t really remember. He actually had high hopes for the relationship, but somehow, people found out. Long story short, they lost their relationship and she also lost her job.”
“That’s unfortunate and I’m sorry for both,” I said as I leaned back into his body. “But it doesn’t need to be the case with us.”
“I’ve always thought it’s better to be safe than sorry.”
I turned around to look at him.
“What is that supposed to mean?”
“I think we should stop seeing each other. Until the promotion is over, at least.” He was looking at the floor as the words came out of his mouth.
“Are you breaking up with me?”
“In order to break up, there has to be something to start with,” he had a bitter half smile on his face. “But no, I am not. I intend to keep in touch with you. I just think we should stop for a while until the hardest part of the promotion is over and the press has more relevant things to focus on. That’s all.”
“I see. Then there’s not much else I can do here, right?” I stepped back, grabbed my things from where I’d left them and fished something out of my bag. “Take this. I thought you may not have concealer here. Maybe it fits your tone and you can use it to cover up the marks in your neck.” I tiptoed to kiss him on the cheek. “Bye, Sehun. Call me when you have the chance.”
My manager just drove past the café and I saw you through the windows.
Did you?
Yes. You were cleaning a table.
I see…
I never told you, but you look good in that short skirt
Ugh…
You were on the TV this afternoon
That’s not super unusual
You were performing one of the songs I watched when I went to the rehearsal
That’s what we were there for. Did you like it?
Yeah, it felt more complete, with the outfits and stuff. I liked the makeup, it looked like you had got you ass beaten.
I don’t know what to think about that.
It looked hot, just thank me for the compliment and roll with it
I just remembered something.
What thing?
Did your grandparents find out about our photoshoot?
I don’t think so, thank God. If they did, they haven’t told me and I’d rather stay in ignorance.
Why?
Yeah, why. I guess as you’re used to doing all those hip thrusts on national TV you have no shame anymore, right?
You’re strangely apprehensive about your own body to want to be a model so hard…
I’m not the same person in front of a camera and behind. Maybe you should try to find your own persona when you’re not working as well.
I’m sorry
What for?
I was unnecessarily cold to you the other day. I don’t know how to handle us.
I’m sorry too.
Why would you be?
I was actually jealous and didn’t want to admit it. I’ve never even been “out there” but I already feel like I’m being scrutinized and compared to people that are better than me.
They’re not better than you.
I miss you
…?
I just miss you. Miss your smiling face and your corny jokes and dropping by the café just to see you.
I don’t know what to say.
Don’t you miss me too?
I see you almost every day on TV and MinSeo keeps me updated in what’s going on, so I know about you.
Yeah…
Also, I don’t know how much of “a thing” we actually are. I’m not sure of what I’m allowed to feel.
I’m sorry about that.
Have you been sleeping and eating well lately?
Yeah, just like every day. Why?
Nothing. Just checking
I never got to find out if you were going to bring me a sweet or savoury breakfast
Oh
Yes. Not that it matters, but I was curious.
I was going to pick a bit of everything, to be honest. And a chocolate milkshake for me. I’m sure it wouldn’t have been as good as the ones you make, so that wasn’t much of a loss.
Flattery won’t get you anywhere, Oh.
Do you like kids?
When they’re full and tender, very tasty.
And when they’re alive and not available to eat?
Oh. They’re okay.
Okay? Wouldn’t you like to have them someday?
I would, but it’s not something I think about right now. I can barely support myself.
I would like to have a couple, maybe…
I’m so sick of this.
Yeah, me too.
What are you talking about?
I’m doing the washing up and this is the third time I drop a spoon. It’s getting annoying. What are *you* talking about?
The promotion. Twice a year or even more often. The same things done in the same places. The same people asking the same questions and getting the same answers.
Sounds kind of boring.
The only things that change are the songs and the choreographies. But I’m lucky to have my friends with me…
Chanyeol asked me about you today.
Yeah? What did he say?
Just wondering how you are and why I don’t mention you as much as I did before.
You used to talk about me?
Yeah.
And now you don’t anymore?
I try to avoid it.
Why?
I don’t know what would happen if one of my managers heard me talking about you in that way.
In which way?
In the way that you’re mine. And I’m yours. But also theirs.
You confuse me so much.
What is your favourite colour?
I don’t want to be discriminatory against poor little colours. They’re all colourful and deserve the same amount of attention.
That was the most useful question I could’ve asked.
When are you officially done with the promotion?
Just one more week. Why?
You always complain so much. I was just curious to know when the suffering ends.
I see. I actually wanted to tell you about it.
How’s that?
When the promotion ends the company usually arranges some big party in a disco. They invite other famous people they’re interested in keeping relationships with, possible investors, press, etc. But we all that’s over, we organize another party in the house we used to share in the beginning. It’s more private and we get to invite whoever we want. Usually that’s close friends, siblings, etc. We stay there for as long as we want, watch films, order food, play games, sing karaoke and all that stuff people do at parties. Would you like to come?
That actually sounds good. But I don’t really know if I should.
Why?
I don’t know what’s up with us. Would I be attending as a close friend? Because I’m pretty sure I’m not your sister…
Maybe we should talk about that some other time…
Sure
I wasn’t expecting this.
What thing?
The flowers you sent to my place of work.
Did your boss get mad?
No, he was actually gushing all over me trying to find out something about the “secret admirer”.
Did you like them?
Everybody likes flowers.
Unless they’re allergic.
But I’m not. Is this what you wanted to know my favourite colour for?
Maybe…
Why white?
I like white and you were wearing white when we first met. It was your uniform, but I think you look beautiful in white.
I see… These are outrageous, I can barely fit the whole bucket on the biggest cup I have at home.
I think you’d be better using a vase.
That’s too fancy for me.
I’ll get you one. Did you read the letter?
Yes.
What do you think about it?
It seems you can handle better the written words than an actual conversation.
…
I liked it and I appreciate the gesture. But I also think those are things you’d be better off saying them out loud when you’re physically next to me.
Of course, three days later, when MinSeo dropped me at my apartment building, he was the last person I had imagined I’d see sitting by the door. He got up quickly to dust off the back of his trousers and then bent down again to grab a package from the floor.
“I thought you were still in promotion time.”
“I am,” he answered. “But I needed to see you.”
I nodded and pushed him inside the apartment; there was no point in talking about this in the middle of the street.
“I brought you this,” he said handing me the package.
I teared the wrapping and opened the box to find a nice blue crystal vase.
“I thought blue would look pretty with the white flowers, if you’ve managed to keep them alive for these three days.”
“I really like it, thank you.”
I walked to the kitchen to fill it with water and started arranging the flowers inside it. Meanwhile, Sehun followed me over the whole apartment without saying another word.
“Didn’t you have some program to film today?”
“We were at the radio today. But it’s 8 pm, we also need to sleep…”
“I see…” I turned around to face him and leaned back over the counter top. “So, what brought you here?”
“I told you, I needed to see you.”
“What for?”
“You wanted me to say what I wrote out loud.”
“That’d be nice, yeah…”
My arms were crossed over my chest in what I thought that looked like a defensive gesture, but it didn’t work with him, as he approached me, put both his arms over my shoulders and started drawing patterns down my bare arms with his long fingers. He cleared his throat.
“Grace, I’m sorry for everything that happened the other day. I could blame it all on my job, but that wouldn’t be completely true. While my job doesn’t give us any room to grow, the truth is it was mostly my fault. This is the first time I ever feel this way in my whole life. I’m 22, but that doesn’t make me anymore experienced in this topic than if I were 15. I still don’t know how to handle this, but I’ve had my time to think and now I know I’m afraid. I scared of what may happen if the company finds out, if you become a public personality because of your relationship with me. I’m scared of other people’s reaction. I’m also scared of what may happen if either of us wants more space while the other is still attached. I’m wary of changes and believe or not, you’ve been the biggest change that’s happened to me in the last two years.
But I’ve also come to the knowledge that I need you around. I love your eyes and the sound of your laughter. I like your shiny hair and the way you’re sometimes so soft-spoken. You don’t couldn’t care less about the character I play towards the public, but at the same time, you manage to be encouraging. I still don’t know you completely and you don’t know me either, but I feel that’s already enough.
The time we spent at the beach was the most relaxed I’ve felt in months. You make me feel giddy and at ease with myself. I look forward to the time I can drop by the café to see your beautiful face, or that when we can meet again, or when I grab my phone to find a message of yours. I apologize again and ask you not to take those privileges from me.
I love you very much. Saranghaeyo. I’d love to be able to express in more languages what I feel about you, but to be honest, those are the only two I can speak.”
His eyes, which had been fixed on the piece of floor between our feet, travelled up to scan my face.
“I can believe you memorized the whole letter.”
He sighed.
“I needed to write it many times before the words were the appropriate, it wasn’t that hard to learn.” I nodded and he grabbed my hands. “To be honest, your reaction to the flowers wasn’t what I was expecting. I’m not sure what I wanted though, but I guess you’re hard to impress. Also, what you said had me thinking and I wanted to do things the right way.”
“I really liked the flowers.”
He smiled widely at that before speaking again.
“I’m very sorry that I have to keep you hidden as if you were an embarrassing secret. I know it’s not fair.”
“You don’t need to apologize anymore,” I answered shaking my head. “I know it’s hard for you and I will try to be more understanding from now on. Just promise me you won’t do it again. Don’t raise up all my hopes to suddenly take them all away. I trust you. Try to trust me as well.”
“I will.”
I stepped closer to him to press myself against his chest as I circled his waist with my arms, trying to make contact with as much of his skin as it was possible.
Genre: Smut, a little bit of fluff, some humour (sometimes I think I’m funny)
Characters: Baekhyun/OC, you
Word count: 4300 approx.
Summary: Following a very unamusing game of hide and seek, your boyfriend and you find yourselves locked up at Ikea.
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Comment: So, I’m not certain of how popular Ikea is in the rest of the world out of Europe, where it is really popular, so I’m just going to give a quick explanation so in case you don’t know what it is, you can have an orientation about it.
Ikea is a sweddish chain of furniture shops. The furniture itself is not the bestest quality, but it’s fairly cheap. The stores are really big, they have an “exposition” area where they set up all the furniture and arrange it as if they were decorating a real house. I guess that’s how it works in most furniture shops, but Ikea shops are usually very big, have no references towards the outside surroundings, are usually very crowded and it’s really easy to get lost inside them (or proably I’m just dumb). Either way, I have no relation or connection whatsoever to Ikea, it just fits the story.
On a different note, how good does Baek look in that gif? Very good, indeed
“I really can’t believe this is happening!”
Turning on your heels, your eyes scanned the part of the shop that was visible from your standing point. There was not a single soul around; definitely not your boyfriend either. It had well been twenty minutes since the speakers had announced the closing time and at least ten since you last saw one of the employees whom you had to smile stiffly at before telling them you were looking for your boyfriend and that you two would be out of the door as soon as you found him. That was the moment you resolved that for however long your relationship was set to last, he wouldn’t be the one to choose your dates anymore.
Baekhyun was one to believe routine can kill a relationship, so each once in a while he would come up with a few creative ideas you could carry out together, like the one you were caught up in in that moment. His idea of playing a big game of hide and seek in Ikea could seem fun at first, and it was at first. But you had already spent at least a couple of hours strolling around the whole shop and still had no clue of where he might have been hiding.
After you walked beside the same garden furniture set for what felt like the 20th time, you gave up and sat down in one of the padded rocking chair and took your phone out of your bag.
“I surrender. Please, tell me where you are.”
“Uh-uh. You have to find me. What fun is there in the game if I tell you where I am.”
“This game stopped being fun a long time ago. Can you even see the rest of the store from wherever you’re hiding?”
“Sort of, but I’m not giving you any more clues.”
“I don’t want any of your clues, you idiot.”
“So?”
“Maybe you haven’t noticed, but there’s no one else here. At least not everywhere I’ve been for the last half hour.”
“Hmm…”
“They also informed through the speakers that the shop would be closing like… 45 minutes ago, maybe?”
You heard loud stomping right behind you and when you turned around to see what was up, you found a startled Baekhyun looking at you in disbelief.
“You’re kidding, right?”
You pursed your lips together and made a gesture with your arm signalling the empty shop around you.
“No way.”
“How comes you haven’t even noticed people leaving? Didn’t you hear the notifications either?”
He just nodded in response and you rolled your eyes at him, standing up and heading in the direction the arrows painted in the floor signalled towards, in hopes you could still find the doors open or at least some employee who could lead you towards the exit.
“Where were you hiding then? Must have been a damn good spot to keep you that isolated from the world around you.”
Baekhyun, who was trying hard to keep up your step pace, seem to doubt.
“I…I wasn’t hiding. I’ve just been following you around and hiding behind furniture whenever you looked my way…”
You stopped in your tracks and gaped at him.
“You cheated!? You’ve been cheating for two whole hours!?”
“It was fun?” he shrugged, looking at you with a half-smile painted on his face that would’ve had some kind of effect on you hadn’t you been piling up your anger until that moment.
But instead of letting all out, you simply turned around and started running following the arrows and looking for the exit. Baekhyun followed your step and you could hear him panting behind you as he called your name.
By the time you arrived there, the vertical, metallic doors that separated the half of the store which held the furniture exposition and the half with the warehouse, the registers and the café, were already fully closed. By that point, you were starting to get really nervous and you turned around one more time to shout out for help, but no one answered. Baekhyun just stood a few steps behind you, with the same expression of disbelief on his face he had since you had “found” him again, before approaching the door and hitting it with a closed fist, shouting as well, hoping someone would hear him. After getting no response, he turned back around. He didn’t even dare to look at you directly in the face and all his features pointed directly towards the floor, but that awoke no mercy inside you.
“I guess you’re happy now, right? Your little game has reached its peak and now we’re trapped here. Congrats.”
He lifted his head up at your provocation, but his eyes started wandering around instead of looking at your face.
“There has to be another way to get out of here…”
As he spent some time testing every little crevice he could find in the door and its surroundings, you sat down at one of the exposition sofas, not willing to collaborate. Your phone battery was running quite low, so there wasn’t much else you could do but to observe how your boyfriend uselessly messed around, trying to miraculously hit the one fail of the system that would make the door open with no need of any sort of key.
“You’re not helping much just sitting there, you know…” he said when he noticed what you were doing.
“You’re the one who’s got us locked, you’re the one who has to get us out.”
He responded with a mocking grimace and you simply turned your face away from him, not willing to get further into an argument with the only person around.
“Shouldn’t there be some sort of security guards around here…?” You wondered out loud.
“That’s it!” Baekhyun ran up to where you were sitting and planted a quick kiss on your lips. “The cameras! I’ve seen cameras all over the exposition! They surely have some close circuit and there must be someone watching! Let’s go.”
You were able to find only four cameras in the whole exposition, which was surprising considering how big the circuit was. You made sure to make as many sudden movements as you in front of every one of the cameras, along with loud noises in case it also recorded sounds, in hope someone would see it. Considering the situation, you couldn’t deny it had been kind of fun, but although Baekhyun had made the effort of picking you up so you could put your face very close to the objectives to make it even more obvious you were there and the improvised choreographies in front of the cameras, after more than half an hour of running from one recording spot to another, finally sitting down to have a rest, you refused to give in to his attempts to approach you. You had plans for the rest of the night and spending it locked up in a random store wasn’t even close to what you initially had in mind.
“At least we’re comfortable here, right?” Baekhyun said, moving closer to you and trying to put his arm around your shoulder to cuddle you, but moved away from his touch.
“Wouldn’t someone have already noticed us if there was actually someone behind the camera?” You asked as you hugged your own body, starting to feel a bit cold.
“Hmm, I’ve actually been thinking about it for a couple of minutes and…”
He stood up and pushed one of the chairs on display in that fake living room until he placed it right under the camera. Then, he climbed up the chair and examined the device up close. He gave the side of the camera a quick and sharp knock and it detached from the ceiling in one complete piece, revealing there were no wires or any kind of connection whatsoever.
“Awesome,” he said knocking the camera with his knuckles and listening closely to the empty sound that came back from within. “They’re fake.”
“Fake? Why would they have fake cameras?”
“Who knows? They probably have real cameras where the actually valuable stuff’s at and set up these fake ones here to make people believe they are being watched. But who’s going to try and steal a completely assembled table, either way?”
“Sounds plausible. I guess.”
You walked up and down the room, trying to gain back some heat. The building was well illuminated and warm during the time it was open to the public, but now, two hours after its closing time, the heating had long been turned off and the only lights came in from the street through the high and inaccessible windows.
“Well, this,” Baekhyun said as he sat down again, “completely sucks. This is not what I had planned at all. And now I’m also hungry.”
Ignoring his pouty bottom lip, you reached for your purse, fished around for a bag of sugar free candy you kept inside at all times and threw it in his direction.
“That’s all I can provide. If we had arrived home in time, though… it’s taco night.”
“Yeah, that’s true,” he sighed. “Your tacos are the bestest around.”
“You really don’t have to be kissing my ass all that much, it’s not going to make me any less mad,” you answered as you stood up and started walking away from him.
“Where are you going?” he asked before bolting to your side.
“I’m freezing. We need to find somewhere warmer if we are truly going to spend the night here.”
You quickly found the way back to the second floor, where the bedroom furniture was on display. Most of the beds didn’t have any covers on hand had the mattress on sight, but in your previous quest for Baekhyun you had gone through a very nicely arranged fake bedroom, which featured a king size bed and a smaller one, all of them dressed up with very soft-looking fuzzy blankets.
“Oh, no you’re not,” you yelled towards Baekhyun when he made his way around the bed you had already taken a sit on to settle on the other side. “You’re sleeping in that one today,” and you signalled towards the smaller one.
“But it’s a bed for kids!”
“Then you’ll fit perfectly in it.”
“Don’t you want me to cuddle you?” He looked like a harmed puppy, but you were inflexible and only nodded.
“But my phone’s dead, what am I going to do there without you?” He asked in an attempt to move you.
“That’s not my problem in this precise moment, Baek.”
Said and done, you grabbed the blanket and turned around lying down in the bed, burying yourself inside a fuzzy cocoon, trying to gain your body heat back. Your feet inside your socks were freezing. Baekhyun was almost never cold and made sure every night that your feet were warm before falling asleep, but that night he needed a lesson.
Either hours or just minutes could’ve gone by since the moment you dozed off, because when you opened your eyes, the light in the unit was still the same and there was no visible signal anyone knew you two were trapped there. Basking in the warmness, you stretched your body and shifted around in the bed, getting startled when you found Baekhyun lying down in the spot beside you, his eyes open and watching over you.
“How long have you been there for?”
“Around an hour, maybe. I moved back as soon as I could hear you falling asleep. You sleep like a log, nothing could ever disturb your slumber.”
He chuckled as he moved closer to you, trying to wrap you in his arms, but you hissed at him and he gave up, going back to his spot and staring at the ceiling with pursed lips.
Shortly after, he started talking again.
“You know what? I think the fact that they don’t have cameras in here is almost an advantage for the people who work here.”
“Hmm?” You felt curious about what he had in mind and wondered what could be so cool about not having cameras, considering the situation you were at, but at the same time, you didn’t want to appear too interested.
“I mean, for the night security guards, I’m sure there must be some of those somewhere even if we haven’t bumped into them yet.”
“Yeah. But what about them?”
“Imagine you’re one of them. Imagine one night. One random night. You’ve already made the route around the shop and know everything’s in order. You then go back to that room they have with all the CC monitors. You’re sitting there, drinking some coffee like no big deal, watching late night TV at the same time you can see the monitors through the corner of your eye. Suddenly, you notice some movement and sit up quickly to scan the monitors closely. You discover one of the cupboard’s door in one of the fake room has opened all by itself. You pry over it, but see nothing alarming.”
“Baekhyun…” you shifted uncomfortably on your side of the bed, lying on your back and keeping your eyes wide open to look around you.
“The night after that, or maybe two nights after that,” he went on, ignoring your complaint, “you’re in the same room, after having followed your usual routine. This time you’re a little more attentive, although you rationally don’t expect anything to happen. But just like the first night, the same door of the same cupboard cracks open and catches your attention. You’re so focused on staring at the little corresponding screen that you almost miss a second door opening slowly and all by itself, in a different screen.”
“Baekhyun…!” you whined as you moved closer towards him, which he used to his advantage and put his arms around you in a comforting manner.
“This keeps happening. Night after night, different doors from different pieces of storage in different rooms keep opening by themselves. After the second night, you hadn’t dared to come out of the security room, so you just watched the events unfold before your eyes, completely alone and having no one to believe you, as by morning, the recordings of the cameras would be completely normal, registering no unusual movement. The third night, a third door opens. The fourth one, a fourth door, and so on. Every night you would do your route because that was your obligation, although you feel sick to the stomach while doing so. But one night, when you’re back into your safe room, you notice a difference. As you were watching the last door in the last fake room painfully slowly crack open, you realize the only other place in the whole shop with cupboards left to be open is the one you’re in.”
“Baekhyun, stop being an asshole!” You elbowed him in the stomach and didn’t even feel sorry when he seemed to hurt. “You’re using scary stories to make me come closer to you! You know I don’t like scary stories! And we have to stay here the whole night with no lights whatsoever. And it’s all your fault! Why do you have to be like this?”
Although you had been hitting almost every spot of his body you could reach as you complained about his evil strategy, once you were finished, you wrapped yourself up in your blanket and settled under his arm, tugging on to his shirt, eyes closed tightly as you tried to mentally travel to a happier place.
“Baby!” Baekhyun cuddled you as he scattered kissed all over the top of your head and the very little surface he could reach for in your face. “Don’t be scared! Such things don’t happen and there’s no spirits or ghosts. Trust me! And you don’t have anything to worry about, I am here and will protect you against anything.”
Despite the fact that the words coming out of his mouth intended to be calming, you could hear the smile playing at his lips, as his little devious plan had worked just the way he wanted it too; you were holding onto him as if he was a life jacket and you were drowning in the sea.
“I can’t trust you for shit. First you get us locked up in this place and then you believe the best way to make me forgive you is by getting me scared! And you’re not even sorry!”
“You’re right. I swear the first part was an accident and I meant no harm, but that story was probably not the best idea.” You looked up at his face and saw he returned a serious stare. “I’m sorry. But admit not talking or even looking at me is not the best idea either. We’re all alone here and no one’s going to drop by until morning. Please, don’t be mad at me no more.”
You said nothing in return, but didn’t move back from the spot you have made for yourself against his body. His heat and his scent were very comforting to you; you could almost pretend it was a regular night with both of you at home, cuddling on the bed and talking about your day.
When you had sat on that bed, you preferred to disrupt the set up as little as possible, so you had only grabbed the warm blanket that was at the bottom of the bed, but Baekhyun had a different idea. He reached out around you and undid the covers of the bed. It was a nice surprise to discover the mattress was covered with an actual sheet, and not with a protective plastic. He tucked both of you in. The material was soft, although the scent was strange and impersonal. When Baekhyun placed himself behind your body to reach around you with his arms in a spooning position, you began feeling comfortable and at ease again.
“Is it okay like this, baby?”
You just nodded in response, with your eyes closed, hoping to regain your sleep back soon so the hours would go by faster. Baekhyun hummed a song next to your ear as he absent-mindedly played with your hair.
“To be honest, once we reached to the conclusion we were trapped here for the night, I wasn’t even that mad.”
“You weren’t?” You asked with incredulity.
“Uh-uh,” he denied. “There was nothing that could be done to get us out of here and, if I could choose, you’re the only person I would want to be trapped with wherever for my whole life.”
“Aww…”
You turned your head to give him a quick peck of gratitude and recognition, but he leaned in and captured your bottom lip between his teeth, nibbling softly before going over the tender spot with the tip of his tongue. Then, he started kissing you passionately, with his hand on the nape of your neck serving as support for you to prop your head up. His other hand started caressing your skin, from the base of your neck, going down through the arm until he reached the roundness of your hip, were it laid to rest.
“Baek…” you muttered in a warning tone the moment he first let go of your lips.
“It’s okay, princess. We’re all alone here. I just want to make you feel good, can I please do it? I won’t do anything that makes you uncomfortable, I promise.”
Your answer came out vaguely in an affirmative sound. His body then went back to his original spooning position. His right hand, the one that had been tracing patterns against your hip, began moving upwards along your back, under the fabric of your t-shirt. His touch was ever so slight, his fingertips barely caressed your skin, but he knew that was more than enough to get you going. You shivered under the pleasant sensation and he smiled.
“You’re so beautiful, princess.” His index finger travelled down following your spine. “Your reactions to such simple moves are incredible; just watching you drives me crazy. I wish we were at home right now. You’d be out of all your clothes in no time.”
He leaned in once more and nibbled at your ear lobe before pressing his lips against the soft skin of your neck, his mouth open and his tongue occasionally grazing your flesh, making the all familiar goose bumps all over your body. At the same time, his hand had moved towards the frontal portion of your body, still under the fabric, to slightly tickle at your sided and play around your belly button before sliding up under your bra to grope your breasts. He pinched one of your nipples and rolled it between his thumb and index finger, making it harder to the point between pain and pleasure. You moaned quietly, basking in the sensation.
“I love hearing you when we’re doing this kind of things,” he whispered in your ear. “It’s so fucking sexy.”
You chuckled at what seemed an exaggeration to you, but had little time to do so, as he laid his hand flat against your stomach and glided it downwards, passing through the barrier of your elastic pants, but still not getting to touch your flesh directly. Instead, he crawled even further down to set his fingers against your clothed core. Having completely forgotten about the huge, empty and dark shop and with the help with his expertise in your body, you had soon started to get aroused and that was very noticeable, even with your panties still on.
“Oh, you’re so wet already. This is going to be extremely easy for both of us then.”
He smiled as his hand was then groping at your butt, dragging his fingers against the soft mounds before sliding his hand under your panties and moving towards the front again.
“Do you like this, baby?”
One of Baekhyun’s weaknesses was dirty talking. He usually was more than happy to talk alone, describing his every move and his sensations against your body, but although hearing his turned-husky voice was a huge turn on for you, you felt extremely awkward returning the favour, so the few times he would want you to participate, he had to make you answer his direct questions.
“I really do like it.”
One of his long fingers teased the soft flesh and made you yearn for more direct touch.
“Do you want me to go on?”
“Yes, please. Go on.” His other free arm was serving you as a pillow and you grabbed onto it forcefully, almost digging your nails against his skin. “I want you to touch me.”
He grunted and finally pressed his fingers against your wet folds, gathering moisture at your entrance to use it as lubrication when he moved up to rub your clit, making soft and ample circles to then focusing more intently in the sensitive spot.
His other hand, the one you had grabbed onto before, has made his way from your shoulder under the neck of your t-shirt and was stroking one of your breasts. His right leg crawled between yours to make you open them up and grant him better access to your body. You could feel his body pressed behind you, his hardness almost poking at the base of your back, but he didn’t seem to want you to acknowledge it.
Although the work he was doing was good enough to make you moan every time you exhaled, he left his place against your clit and went south to introduce two of his slender fingers into you, to begin pumping in and out and occasionally curling them up to hit your soft spot.
Your panting sighs served him as a signal and he knew he was working towards the right direction. He let go of the breast he had been holding to remove the hair from the back of your neck and then, his mouth started to work once again on your skin, kissing it, nibbling at it, tracing patterns with his saliva and leaving love bites all over it.
The sensation of both movements combined was exhilarating, but it became completely unbearable when, still with his fingers buried inside you, he reached upwards with his thumb to stroke your sensitive bundle of nerves.
“Oh, my god,” you cried out at the feeling, which was growing greater by the second and was good enough to almost make you roll your eyes.
“Is it good, baby?” he asked in a brief moment when he detached his lips from your neck.
“Yes! Yes, please! Please, don’t stop,” you moaned.
His body pressed against yours, his hand touching you in all the right places and his mouth leaving a trail of warm and wet kisses from your ear to your shoulders were just enough to make you come undone between his fingers, crying out a slur of incoherent words without worrying anymore about the strange building and the more than negligible chance that there might have been someone hearing you, somewhere inside it.
Baekhyun removed his fingers from inside your body, but continued rubbing softly at your clit until you came down and the sensation was too overbearing to keep it up. Then, he brought his fingers up to his mouth to savour your taste and later rubbed them dry in his own t-shirt.
He put his arm back beneath your head and kissed the top of your head as he stroked your hair and whispered softly against your ear.
“Sleep, my love. Everything will be fine tomorrow.”
