i just reread ‘if you wanna’ and the idea of baekhyun as a sugar daddy genuinely spins my head and you wrote a literal masterpiece of a series. i feel like that fic is the most accurate to him, like it’s very baekhyun of him. i once saw a tweet or something that went something like “baekhyun is the type of man to literally get turned on by you spending his money” and oh my god it’s so accurate, like i can genuinely see him all proud and affectionate and aroused whenever you’d spend his money especially on something expensive, also bbg can we get some more sugar daddy baekhyun, perhaps a sweet drabble 🤭
also requested by anon: more age-gap older baekhyun with a younger reader…? im so in love with the way you write him 😩
baekhyun x f!reader | wc: 1k. sugar daddy au (if you wanna verse), significant age gap (10+ years), established relationship. fluff, no outright smut but it is very very suggestive (kissing, teasing, etc)
a/n: hi lili! thank you for the love on this series <3 here's a fluffy drabble that is intended to be set within the if you wanna verse about six months after the events of the series, but can also be read on its own without reading the original work! i also hope it's okay that there isn't any straight up smut in this... sometimes my smut brain just does not work </3
"Mongryong," you call out, stifling a yawn. "C'mere, baby, I wasn't done yet."
The dog yips, sounding as though he's coming from the front door. There must be someone walking by in the hallway outside that caught the dog's attention, and you're about to call out to him again when you hear the click of a keycard against the apartment's card reader.
Mongryong yips again as your eyes fly open. Baekhyun's voice floats down the hallway, gentle and soft in a way that makes your heart melt. "Hi, buddy! Did you miss me? I missed you soooo much."
You get off the couch and follow the sound, peeking around the corner of the entryway and smiling to yourself at the sight. Baekhyun crouches on the ground, rubbing his beloved dog's belly, a giant bouquet of flowers balanced in his free hand. His eyes are lit up with excitement, but none of that compares to the way his gaze changes when he glances up and sees you standing there.
"You're home earl— oh!" Your sentence is cut off when he wraps you up in his arms, peppering your face with kisses. You breathe in his scent greedily, immediately feeling tension that you didn't even know you had in your shoulders bleeding away.
"I missed you so much," he murmurs in between each peck, finally landing on your lips. "Two weeks is too long. Next time you're coming with me."
"I wouldn't be opposed." You smile in his arms, tenderly dragging the tips of your nails across the back of his head. "I wish I knew you were coming."
He frowns slightly. "You don't like the surprise?"
"No, I do, I'm just so..." You gesture down at your clothes: one of Baekhyun's old t-shirts with some holes in the shoulders, your well-loved sweatpants. You're sure that your hair is a mess from the nap, and you're still blinking sleep away from your eyes. "I just like to look nice for you when you come back is all."
Baekhyun blinks. "You do look nice, sweetheart." He kisses the corner of your lips. "You're beautiful. You always are."
You put the flowers in some water while Baekhyun goes to unpack in the bedroom. It hasn't been even a few minutes before he's calling your name again.
"What's all this?" Baekhyun asks when you walk in, amused.
You wince when you see what he's gesturing at: the mountain of shopping bags stacked in the corner of the room, each bag in various states of disarray. "Sorry, I was gonna clean it up before you came back," you pout, embarrassed. "Why, is it too much?"
"You know that's not it." He quirks up an eyebrow. "How come you didn't model any of it for me?"
"I wanted to show you in person," you say, drifting closer towards him. "Aren't you tired, though? Hungry? We can always do it after dinner."
Baekhyun kisses your temple, hands wrapping around your waist. The way that his hands want so badly to dip even lower doesn't go unnoticed. "I have everything I need right here. Why don't you show me what you bought, hm?"
It starts off innocently enough. He helps you carry all of your bags to the en suite and waits patiently seated on the bed while you put on each item behind the closed door. His commentary ranges from purely complimentary to thoughtful, thinking out loud that this dress would go great with this pair of heels, or you should pair this sweater with one of your purses that you haven’t found a good excuse to wear out yet. No matter what he says, he sends you off with a big smile, stars in his eyes like you’re the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen.
When you reach the last bag, your heart starts to thump a little in your chest. While showing off all the things you’ve bought is fun no matter what, this part is what really makes your blood thrum with anticipation. You adjust the brand new lingerie set over and over again, making sure every little detail is perfect before you step out into the bedroom.
Baekhyun’s breath hitches in his throat, and you see him swallow as you take the few short steps towards him until you’re standing directly within his reach. His gaze drags down your body shamelessly, taking in the way the scant fabric hugs your body perfectly. He reaches out to touch you, but you intercept him, lacing your fingers with his instead.
“You didn’t tell me what you think yet,” you say with faux innocence. “Do you like it?”
He laughs, looking up at you through his lashes. “I love it,” he says quietly. “You’re so stunning.”
You settle into his lap, thighs bracketing his hips. You can tell that he doesn’t know where to look, doesn’t know whether to look up at your face or down at your body, struggling to remain composed. It’s a valiant effort. Cute. But luckily for you, you know just how to make his control unravel in an instant.
You lean forward, brushing your lips against his, a barely-there, ghost of a touch. His eyes flutter shut, lashes fanning out onto his cheekbones.
“Thank you,” you whisper, tone oh so silky sweet. “For buying me everything.”
Baekhyun groans, the pads of his fingers digging into your hips. His movement drags you forward slightly, pressing you against the hard tent of his cock. “Oh, you know just how to get me where you want me, don’t you?”
You laugh, sliding your hands up his shirt. “Maybe.” You undo the top button, a shiver spreading down your spine when his eyes reopen, dark and full of desire. “But you know where I want to be, don’t you?”
“Where’s that, sweetheart?” He moves your hair to one side and leans in, pressing a firm kiss to the juncture of your neck and shoulder.
“Under you,” you whisper, your breath warm against his ear. “Or on top of you. Whatever you like.”
You let out a yelp when he suddenly stands, holding you fast against him while he spins around, dropping you gently onto the bed. He begins to finish unbuttoning the rest of his shirt and you swallow, eyes greedily watching as each sliver of skin is uncovered.
“I have a lot of ideas,” he says, eyes glinting with need. “And I’m planning on getting through all of them tonight. That alright with you, angel?”
You cock your head at him playfully. “I expect nothing less. You have two weeks to make up for.”
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⟡ summary: chanyeol just wanted to hear your voice... and a little more.
⟡ content: +18 content, mdni, smut, phone sex, dirty talking, swearing, masturbation | military!chanyeol x f!reader | wordcount: 2.5k words
⟡ a/note: god, i can't believe it took me an eternity to write this request, but here it is. it was supposed to be a drabble, and ended up being more than 2k words lmao. anyway, i hope my yeolie babies like it <3
The watch on his wrist read almost 2 a.m. Normally, Chanyeol wouldn’t mind standing guard through the night while the others slept, patrolling the quiet perimeter of the barracks in a stiff uniform and carrying a weapon he’d only ever handled in training drills.
But tonight, the routine felt like a cage. Not even the biting, bitter cold of the night air could lower Chanyeol’s body temperature; a frantic, restless heat burned beneath his skin, fueled entirely by a growing sense of yearning.
It had been almost two weeks since he last heard your voice, and the silence was finally driving him crazy. Every second without you felt like a physical weight crushing his chest, a slow-burning madness that made it impossible to breathe.
Chanyeol glanced down at the cell phone in his pocket. The urge to leave his post was becoming a physical ache. He knew the risks, but the desperation outweighed the consequences. He needed to hear your voice. He needed it like air. The only way to get even a sliver of a connection was to sacrifice a few dangerous minutes to climb to the highest, most exposed point on the grounds—a steep, frozen ridge where he could finally trap a few fleeting bars of signal against the sky.
Spurred by a sudden wave of impatience, Chanyeol started to move again, his boots making no sound against the floor. The rest of his teammates were fast asleep, their heavy, even breathing filling the quiet barracks. As he crept past the mess hall, he caught a glimpse of his superior through the kitchen doorway. Chanyeol froze, shrinking back into the shadows to stay silent, but a quick glance inside revealed the older officer slumped over, fast asleep in his seat.
Then, like a divine signal cutting through the dark, his phone began to buzz against his thigh. His heart leaped into his throat. He finally had connection.
Without wasting a single second, Chanyeol slipped rapidly back to his post in the shadows, praying to the universe that the fragile bars of service wouldn’t vanish. His eyes catched your unread messages at full speed. One of them had arrived only moments ago. Desperate, he hit the call button and pressed the phone to his ear, his mind repeating a frantic prayer that you were still awake.
One ring. Two. Three.
The line connected, and the soft, sleepy sound of your voice from the other side made his skin crawl with an intense, electric shiver.
“Baby…” The word came out raspy and thick with a sudden rush of raw emotion. Trembling, his fingers slid through his hair, knocking his military cap completely off his head. It hit the ground, but he couldn’t care less.
“Yeol?” There was a brief silence on the line, instantly filled by a shaky, frustrated sigh that escaped from deep within his chest. “Oh my god... Chanyeol?”
“I’m here, love,” he choked out, his voice cracking under the weight of it all. “Just... let me hear your voice. Fuck... I miss you so much. I-I’m going crazy.”
The air suddenly thick and suffocating with everything they had been forced to suppress for two weeks. Hearing your voice, so soft and still heavy with sleep, completely stripped away whatever discipline Chanyeol had left. The distance wasn’t just frustrating anymore; it was a physical agony, a starvation that clawed at his chest.
He pressed the phone so hard against his ear it hurt, his eyes closed tight as he leaned his forehead against his cold hand. Every breath he took was ragged, a desperate attempt to ground himself when all he wanted to do was unravel.
“I can’t do this anymore,” he whispered, the words ragged, practically bleeding with a raw, demanding craving. “Hearing you like this, knowing how far away you are... it’s fucking killing me. I wanna touch you so bad it hurts, baby. I… I need to make love to you… to be inside of you right now.”
On the other end of the line, a sharp, caught breath gasped through the speaker, followed by a low shift of sheets that made Chanyeol’s stomach completely bottom out. The sweet, sleepy tone of your voice vanished, replaced by a sudden, heated urgency that matched his own.
“Yeol…” you murmured, your voice dropping an octave, instantly responding to the sudden shift in his tone. “You have no idea what it’s like here. My bed feels so empty without you. I was just dreaming about your hands on me… your lips, your tongue.”
A dark, desperate sound escaped the back of his throat—halfway between a groan and a sob. The sheer vulnerability of his longing twisted into something much more primal, something intoxicatingly filthy born from pure deprivation. Chanyeol didn’t care about the risk anymore. He just needed to consume you through the static.
“My beautiful girl,” he growled softly, his voice dropping into a dangerous, gravelly register that vibrated through the receiver. His free hand gripped his hip, his knuckles turning white. “God… just tell me what you dreamt. Was it good? Did I treat you right?”
“So good—I was feeling your mouth all over my body,” you gasped out, the sound of your quickening breath hitting the microphone, sending a jolt of pure fire straight down his spine. “You were ruining me, Yeol. And—shit… I’m already wet just thinking about it…”
Hearing the sudden, slick shift of sheets on your end—and the unmistakable, heavy hitch in your breathing—sent a violent jolt straight to Chanyeol’s groin. His cock hardened instantly, straining painfully against the thick, unforgiving fabric of his military uniform.
“Fuck, you’re doing it already, hmm?” Chanyeol growled, his voice dropping into a filthy, gravelly rasp that vibrated with pure hunger. “I can hear it in your voice, baby. Where are your fingers?”
“Inside,” you gasped out, a soft, breathless whimper escaping your lips that nearly made his knees buckle. “But it’s not enough. I need your tongue. I need your fucking fingers stretching me open. I-I need your cock, Yeolie.”
A dark, predatory groan cut through his throat. Panic and desire collided in his chest; Chanyeol was completely exposed out here. Eyes dark and wild, he looked around quickly, his heart hammering against his ribs as he slunk deeper into a pitch-black corner outside the cabin, shielded by the shadows.
Chanyeol didn’t even have the time or the freedom to take his uniform off; the sheer desperation was too fast, too consuming. With trembling, impatient fingers, he just unbuttoned his pants and slid his hand inside his boxers. The cold of his own skin made him let out a sharp, ragged sigh. His knuckles dragged against the rigid, leaking length of his dick, and the sheer relief of it made his head roll back against the wall.
“God, you’re a bad girl, opening up for me while I’m stuck here,” he whispered into the receiver, his tone dripping with the wicked, dominant filth he usually reserved for the privacy of your bedroom. Chanyeol started to jerk himself off under his clothes, his grip tight and unyielding, his fist moving in a frantic, packed rhythm that threatened to break his composure entirely. “If I was there, I’d make you choke on my cock. I’d stretch you out until you were crying and begging me to stop, and then… I’d just push deeper.”
You let out a loud, undone whine on the other end, the sound of skin friction hitting the microphone. “Yes—please. Keep going. I’m rubbing my clit so hard thinking about it... I’m so close, Yeolie, please…”
“That’s it, baby. Ride your fingers for me,” he commanded, his breath hitching as his own pace quickened, his thumb smearing the pre-cum over his head. The fear of getting caught only made the friction hotter, the adrenaline driving him insane. “Fuck—baby, I’m so hard right now. Hear how fucking ruined I am? I’m imagining your tight little mouth wrapped around my dick—shit—taking it all.”
“God—Chanyeol!”
The sound of your wet, undone moans coming through the speaker completely wrecked him. Chanyeol’s legs felt weak, his knees threatening to give out beneath the sheer weight of a pleasure that felt more like torture. He was struggling to breathe, his chest heaving against the tight fabric of his military jacket as he leaned heavily against the freezing exterior wall of the barracks.
He was trembling violently from the freezing night air, but his hand didn’t stop, rubbing himself hard and fast through his pants in a brutal, friction-heavy rhythm that was rapidly bringing him to the point of no return.
“Fuck, baby... those sounds,” he whimpered into the phone, his voice a broken, filthy whisper that shook with pure desperation as he kept a frantic eye on the dark grounds around him. “You’re killing me. You’re fucking ruining me out here. I can’t handle it... I’m so close.”
“Give it to me,” you cried out softly, a breathless, wet sob of completion building in your throat. “I need to hear you come. Do it for me, Yeol. Cum for me.”
“God—I’m coming right in my pants for you, baby,” he choked out, his hips giving a helpless, involuntary twitch against his own hand as he rubbed himself at a punishing speed through the fabric. He was completely blind to the danger now, entirely consumed by the filthy heat of your voice. “Listen to me, baby. Will your sweet mouth take every single drop—fuck… I’m gonna cover your pretty face with my cum.”
“Yes—I want it all,” you gasped, the sound of your frantic breathing hitching as your own climax finally hit, a soft, broken wail escaping your lips.
Hearing you unravel was the final blow. Chanyeol let out a muffled, strangled groan, his teeth biting down hard on his own lip to keep from making a sound into the open night air. His entire body went rigid, his knuckles turning stark white as his hand delivered a few final, crushing strokes against his pants. A heavy, violent wave of release took over, his cum spilling thick and hot, ruining the inside of his uniform as he collapsed back against the cold wall, utterly spent and shivering in the dark.
“Shit…”
The static on the line was filled only with the sound of their synchronized, trembling breaths. Chanyeol’s legs finally gave out completely, and he slid down the freezing exterior wall until he was sitting flat on the cold ground, his head resting back against the concrete.
“You did it too, didn’t you?” he breathed into the phone, a soft, breathless chuckle escaping his throat.
On the other end, your faint, matching laugh was just as exhausted, just as undone.
“As you wanted, Yeolie.”
Chanyeol looked down at himself in the dim moonlight, a sudden wave of reality crashing over him. He was covered in a cold sweat despite the freezing night air, his chest still heaving as he tried to compose his erratic breathing. Looking down at his lap, he stared at the giant, unmistakable wet circle darkening the thick fabric of his uniform trousers. With trembling, clumsy fingers, he awkwardly pulled at the heavy material, trying to zip and button his pants properly, the reality of his situation setting back in with every clumsy movement.
The heat of the moment was fading fast, replaced by the sudden, aching weight of the distance between them. Sitting alone in the dark, ruined and shivering in his uniform, the contrast of the empty military grounds hit him like a physical blow.
“God, you were the one who ruined me,” he whispered, his voice dropping into a quiet, incredibly vulnerable register. The dirty talk was entirely gone, replaced by a raw, aching honesty. He pulled his knees up to his chest, pressing the phone tighter against his ear as if he could force you closer. “I miss you so much, baby. It’s... frustrating. I don’t know how I’m supposed to get up and finish this shift without you here.”
“Hey… it’s okay,” you whispered softly, your voice a gentle contrast to the biting wind on his end of the line. “We only have a few more days to get through, Yeol. Just a few more days, and then you’re coming home. I’m counting down every single hour.”
Chanyeol let out a shaky, fragile breath, the promise of seeing you acting like a lifeline. But as the heavy silence stretched between you, he caught the faint, heavy drag in your breathing. The fog of lust was completely gone now, leaving behind a sharp stab of protectiveness.
“You sound so exhausted, baby,” he murmured, his brow furrowing with sudden guilt. “Fuck, I’m sorry. I didn’t even ask about your day before I... I completely dragged you into this.”
A soft, tired laugh rumbled on your end of the line, a sound that instantly warmed his chest. “Don’t be silly. I’m just tired because of work, that’s all. It was a long day, but hearing you was exactly what I needed.”
“Are you sure?” he asked gently, though the words tasted like ash in his mouth. “Go to rest, baby.”
But neither of you hung up. The line stayed wide open, filled only with the soft static of the connection and the rhythm of your breathing. It was like you were both just waiting for the fragile signal to cut out on its own, a silent agreement to let the universe take blame for ending the call. Deep down, you were both desperately praying for those signal bars to hold on for just a little bit longer.
“I love you so much,” you whispered suddenly, the words laced with an aching tenderness. “I’ll wait for you.”
“I know, baby. I love you more. I promise I’ll count every second—”
“Sargent Park!”
The sharp, echoing shout tore through the quiet night air, causing Chanyeol’s heart to violently leap into his throat. He was completely startled. On the other end, you heard the sudden intrusion and instantly understood the danger.
“Shit. I have to go. I love you,” he hissed into the receiver at lightning speed.
“I love you too,” you whispered back just as fast.
The line clicked dead. Chanyeol shoved his phone into his pocket with trembling hands and scrambled to his feet. He had to use the wall for leverage, his legs still weak, his movements clumsy as he tried to adjust his uniform jacket to hide the prominent wet circle staining his pants.
He had barely managed to stand up straight when his superior appeared around the corner, stepping directly into the dim light in front of him. The older officer was holding Chanyeol’s discarded military hat in one hand, looking at him with a deep frown. His gaze swept over Chanyeol, taking in his red cheeks, the heavy sweat glistening on his forehead, and the way his chest was still heaving for air.
“Sargent Park… you look terrible,” his superior said, his voice carrying a mix of authority and genuine worry. “Go to bed. You should rest.”
Chanyeol swallowed hard, forcing his posture into a stiff, trembling salute, praying the darkness hid the front of his pants.
hii!! i just saw your prompt event, and how about baekhyun with “finally meeting the single father of the kid you babysit, and realizing he's the man of your dreams” but like he’s a girl dad, and the reader is hella introvert and baekhyun lowkey an oblivious guy who can’t catch a hint? if you want to :))
wc ☆ 738 warnings ☆ none! an ☆ for the sake of keeping the length short, i couldn’t include 100% of the elements you asked for… but i tried my best! i also feel like it’s very bad bc i couldn’t do too much world building </3 maybe after the event ends i can do an extended/remake !!! i hope u enjoy tho! (event masterlist)
after so many months of caring for mr. byun’s daughter, you still have yet to put a face to the name. there’s no telling what he does for work, but it must be a lot because he’s always too busy to even come to the door to drop his girl off. most of the time, she ends up walking to your front door herself, and all you get is a glimpse of his face as he makes sure you have her before he’s off.
it always leaves you wondering.. his voice sounds so expensive, like bills would fall every time he laughs. it’s velvety almost, and the fact that you’ve only heard it through the phone makes you feel even crazier. your friends talk about it all the time, saying nonsense like he’s famous! or he’s the rich ceo of all our dreams!
..fat chance, right?
before you can continue conspiring and pull out your laptop to research, your phone rings with a call from the man in your thoughts. it is about that time, 9 o,clock, where he drops his daughter off and speeds his way to work.
when you answer, an exasperated call of your name is the first thing you hear, followed by the sound of crying in the background. “i’m so sorry… byeol-ie has been so sick these past few days, and i couldn’t get time off to take care of her.. can i bother you to take her today? i’ll pay extra too, for it being so sudden.”
your eyes widen. not only did the man you were thinking of happen to call you, but he also blessed you with the opportunity to try and see his face again. “oh.. uh, yeah, bring her over. i’m not busy.”
he sighs in relief. “ah, thank you so much. you’re a lifesaver.” there’s an awkward pause, “.. i’m actually outside already. i’ll walk her up”
your heart nearly drops to your ass. it’s not like you have anything to hide, your house is clean, you’re clean, but you didn’t get to have any mental buildup to seeing your boss for the first time ever. it feels like your blood is pumping in waves, like a tsunami is coursing through your veins, at the thought that the man you can only (and have) dreamed of, is walking to your front door right now.
then, he knocks, and you rush over to let him im. hi, he breathes, holding a still-whimpering girl in his arms. you have no thoughts in your brain, eyes stuck on his cute little frown and the forearm muscles that entrap his daughter. dazedly, you step out of his way and let him in.
“i’m so sorry about this,” he says, lying byeol on your couch and kissing her forehead. he stands up straight, brushing dust off his button up. when he finally makes eye contact, there’s a bit of awkwardness as he takes in your now.. frazzled form.
he clears his throat, “..well, it’s nice to finally meet you.” he shakes your hand with a grip so firm that it humbly snaps you from your daze. with your consciousness regained, you respond with a passive yeah, before taking in his features.
his features are so soft, puppy-like, yet so incredibly handsome. contrary to the sweetness of his face, his body is toned, perfectly so. firm chest and broad shoulders that tug at the seams of his shirt, similarly to the fashion his arms do, along with his thighs that pull at his pants. yeah. he’s everything you imagined to be. he 100% lives up to his voice and his name.
“uh, are you alright? you aren’t sick as well, are you?” he speaks, a little cautiously, subtly laying the back of his hand against your forehead.
hands to your cheeks, slapping yourself lightly to wake yourself up, you nod. “yes, sorry, mr. byun. i’m quite alright. i’m not sick or anything.”
he laughs, and his smile strikes your heart almost as hard as he did the first 100 times. “good then. i’ll head out now, but i’ll be back later.” he heads towards the door, stopping halfway through to turn around. “maybe we can schedule a meeting sometime? so i can make sure my byeol-ie is in good hands.”
in pure shock, all you can do is nod and give him a thumbs up, before ushering him out the door in embarrassment.
⟡ summary: baekhyun wanted to be the first one who congratulated you.
⟡ content: baekhyun pov, sfw, fluff, baekhyun x gn!reader | wordcount: 0.9k words
⟡ a/note: happy bday to @tulipbaeks !!! i hope you have the most wonderful day, my dear mai. i love youuu, and please be always happy and healthy <3
“HAPPY BIRTHDAY!”
baekhyun was surprised by his own voice. this wasn’t how he had planned it.
pacing anxiously around his room, he tried to breathe normally before continuing to practice. he couldn’t deny that he felt a little silly practicing alone, as if you were there with him.
“oh, no, no. that’s too loud,” he swallowed. “happy birth—no!”
“byun baekhyun, please. focus!” he breathed nervously. “c’mon, man. what’s wrong with you today.” it wasn’t the first time he said it, but somehow he knew this time was a little different.
the video call notification suddenly popped up on the screen, and he panicked. he tried his best to look as relaxed as possible, as if he hadn’t been waiting for you to finish class and call him to catch up.
“hi!”
“baek!”
it felt as though all the nervousness he had been feeling had vanished. he sighed with relief. there was no doubt how happy he felt every time he heard your name come out of your mouth so naturally, but deep down? his heart felt like it was about to leap out of his chest, and he felt an overwhelming urge to pull you into his arms. yet there you were, too far away from him, just looking at you through a screen as he listened to you tell him about your day.
“baek? are you okay?”
baekhyun immediately snapped out of his trance, not realizing that he had once again drifted off into a daydream. “yes—of course! sorry…” he felt a bit embarrassed. “what were you saying?”
baekhyun did his best to focus on you without letting his mind wander. but panic set in again when he realized it was one minute to midnight.
he made a mental note: candle, matches, cupcake. shit. the cupcake was still in the fridge.
“uh—can you give a second? please.”
“yeah… sure.”
baekhyun practically flew out of bed and into the kitchen, but for you, your best friend’s random bursts of excitement were nothing new. he picked up the little decorated cupcake, stuck the candle in it, lit it, and made his way as best he could to his laptop screen.
at exactly midnight, the candle’s flame illuminated his face in the dim light of the room, as he smiled and began to sing, hoping to be the first to wish you a happy birthday.
“happy birthday, boo!” he was so enthusiastic.
“oh my god… baek! you’re the first one again!” you let out a soft giggle that made his smile go wider. “thank you so much for remembering it… y’know it has been rough lately.”
“that’s why i have an extra reason to make it twice as special.” he held the little cake up to the camera, watching intently as you closed your eyes for a few seconds. “c’mon, make a wish!”
you opened one eye, as if trying to peek. “can i say it out loud?”
“oh… doesn’t that bring bad luck?”
“hmm, i’m not sure.” you blew on it as if you could blow out the candle. “yeah… can’t take that risk.” you laughed, but now baekhyun was curious after helping you with the candle.
“so… what did you wish for?” he secretly tried the buttercream with one finger.
“it’s a secret!”
“c’mon i’m your best friend!” he whined.
“best friend card isn’t allowed this time—are you eating my cupcake?” you wanted to look annoyed, but you actually found it really sweet.
“uh… no?” like he had been caught in the act.
“baek!”
“okay, okay. yes! but it was just because you’re not here,” he breathed. “i miss you, boo. i know it has just been a week since you left, but it’s boring if you’re not here.”
“baek… i miss you too. i promise you that the days will go faster than we think.”
“i hope so.”
that night, baekhyun couldn’t bring himself to say what he’d been longing to say, because it didn’t seem fair that you were so far away. but his feelings didn’t change at all. he waited every day as if it were his only reason to breathe, and when you finally came back, his heart couldn’t hide it anymore.
“i like you, boo.”
“what?”
“i’ve always liked you. it’s funny, but i think i’m gonna explode if i hold back for even a second longer.” he laughed nervously, taking a step closer to you and taking your hand. “i know it seems rushed, but i wanted you… to know. i mean... it doesn’t matter if you don’t feel the same way, but i thought you deserved to know—”
baekhyun was completely taken aback when your hands cupped his face to give him a fleeting kiss. you usually loved listening to him, you really loved it, but there was no doubt that it was his anxiety talking.
“wish granted,” you murmured with a shy smile, then hid your face in his sweater.
“wait. was that what you... oh my god…”
you nodded. it was as if his brain short-circuited for a second and then snapped back to reality, smiling as widely as he could, laughing softly as he wrapped his arms around you, pulling away just long enough to kiss you this time.
“is it really too soon to ask you to be my girlfriend?” he whispered against your lips, feeling incredibly happy, shy and anxious, all at once. but deep down, he really knew there was nothing to worry about if you were there.
wc ☆ 731 summary ☆ coming home from college, you didn’t expect your welcome home party to include the man of your younger self’s dreams. warnings ☆ brother’s bsf! yeol, older brother! baekhyun, yeol calls reader peanut, flirty chanyeol, notttt proofread an ☆ my first request and first yeol fic yay! technically it’s not the first thing ive written for him, but i can’t post that wip until… later.
your car slows to a stop in the driveway of your family home, and before you can even shut it off, your mom is running down the driveway to meet you. as quickly and frantically as possible, you fling anything incriminating from your first semester in the backseat before she gets any closer.
just like that she’s opening the door, shutting the car off for you, and pulling you out into her arms. it feels like you’ve been swept into a tornado with all the kisses on your face paired with the vigorous swaying back and forth.
“oh, my baby is home! it felt like you were gone for forever! my sweet girl is finally back..” she kisses your forehead one last time before pulling away, ushering you towards the house. “come, come, everyone’s here! baekhyun’s here, your aunties are here, chanyeol’s here, everyone! we’ve all been so excited to welcome you back.”
as soon as you walk in the door all the cheers start up again, and as appreciated as it is, it’s definitely annoying. you have such an overbearing family, it’s no wonder you were dreading coming back. everyone gets up and goes to hug you one by one, commenting on one thing and the next about you and college life. eventually, thankfully, your mom gets a wave of pity and finally gets everyone away to finally give you space.
strolling to the kitchen, all your favorite foods are laid out, and you sigh in contentment. not only are you finally able to breathe away from your entire family tree, but the true thing you were looking forward to awaits you; mama byun’s home cooking.
just as you start piling up your plate, someone comes up behind you, “oh, peanut!”
you freeze, dropping the spoon you were holding. your eyes squeeze shut, a deep breath hisses through your teeth. you almost don’t want to turn around, but you know doom awaits you if you don’t.
park chanyeol, baekhyun’s best friend and self-appointed family member, leans against the doorway with a smirk that seems at least a little like a genuine smile. you wish you could kick him out right now because you can see in his face that he absolutely has not forgotten about your past.
your lips are pressed into a thin line, and you nod in response. “chanyeol.”
he winces, hand to his chest, “gosh, you wound me. i thought you’d be more excited to see me.. what did college do to you? you’re so.. emo now.”
you frown. “i’m not emo, yeol- chanyeol, i’ve just.. grown up, okay?”
your nonchalant facade cracking for a moment makes him smile, strolling over to you to lock you in a hug. holy shit, you think, sirens blaring in your head, eyes wide as you feel his biceps around you. his chest is so firm and built that it nearly chokes you how it bulges against your throat, and fuck. it’s over for you. he’s someone you’ll never get over.
“there’s my peanut… i knew you were in there somewhere. are you embarrassed? trying to move on?”
you force yourself to pull away, otherwise you might pass out. for multiple reasons. to hide the warmth in your cheeks, you get back to plating your food, “i’m not embarrassed, chanyeol, and there’s nothing i need to move on from. you’re crazy. you must be drunk.”
he chuckles, still hovering incredibly close by you. “i see. so baekhyun crying about the things in your diary was a drunk memory, right? because you’re so grown now, you know exactly what it’s like to be drunk and make things up.”
that’s what makes you give in, putting your things down to turn to him with fire. “you are so- ugh! why are you like this?! does it get you going to instigate all the time?! this is why i went so far away. i hate you.”
he coos, “i’m not instigating, peanut, just making conversation. and i know you don’t hate me, look at your face,” he pinched your cheek, and only laughs when you turn your head to bite his thumb. slowly, he backs up and towards the living room, but not without his trademark sentences that leave you fucking reeling,
“and there’s no animosity here. maybe i’m rekindling your ‘burning-hot feelings’ for a reason.” he winks, leaving the room.
genre: college!au, stupid kyungsoo x nerdy reader, light angst, zico & crush cameos
summary: kyungsoo gets dared to 'date' the 'weird' girl in their astronomy course.
7.1k words
inspired by an old jungkook drabble by oilblotter that only lives in my memories now :')
“Fuck.” Jiho swears when he sees his graded exam with a bright red 47 on it.
He passes you and glances back curiously. He rolls his eyes when he sees the green 93 on yours.
“Fucking nerd.” He mutters lowly to himself. He sighs when he reunites with his friends at their seats. “What’d you guys get?”
Hyoseob shows his 74 and Kyungsoo his 72.
“You guys did so well. The fuck?” Jiho swears, stealing their papers to compare answers.
“Not well enough. I can’t let my GPA sink any further than it already has.” Kyungsoo leans back, bored. He studied his ass off for this exam. A 72 wasn’t going to cut it.
“You see her?” Jiho nudges his head in your direction. Kyungsoo follows his line of vision and sees you. You have your hair up in a messy bun, tortoise framed glasses and a Batman shirt that looked a bit too big for you.
“Yeah?” Kyungsoo doesn’t steer away from looking at you. You were chewing on the end of your pen. A dinosaur pen.
“She got a 93.” Jiho says with pure malice.
Kyungsoo’s eyes widen in surprise, but not really. You looked smart. Kyungsoo studies you a bit longer, watching you frown profusely at your paper. Surely you weren’t anxious about your grade. You were staring down your paper like it had personally offended you. He chuckles to himself. It’s somewhat admirable to see you stress over a 93.
“I swear, people like her have it so easy. So painfully awkward and weird they don’t have a social life to distract them.” Jiho spews out unsolicited insults. Kyungsoo’s used to it at this point. His friend has never been the one to shut up, even when he has something awful to say.
“She’s kinda cute.” His head tilts when you push your glasses up the bridge of your nose with the chewed up dino pen. There was a weird charm to you that prevented Kyungsoo from looking away. You type something on your laptop and reveal your Jurassic Park wallpaper. Kyungsoo chuckles to himself.
“You think every girl is cute. But I promise you. There is no getting through to this one. I bet she won’t even notice you’re flirting with her if you tried.” Jiho says as if he was challenging his friend.
“I don’t think you’re giving Kyungsoo enough credit.” Hyoseob chimes in. “If he can bag that shy library girl, I’m willing to bet a hundred he can hook up with miss dino over there.”
Kyungsoo can’t help but chuckle at his friend. Hyoseob hadn’t returned a book in time and instead of paying the fee, he sent Kyungsoo to return the book for him, knowing how charming his friend could be. Kyungsoo didn’t mind. Mina was pretty and he liked pretty girls.
“Alright, a hundred if he manages to do it before the semester ends. What do you say Kyungsoo?” Jiho’s criminally obnoxious smirk appears on his face.
“What am I getting exactly?”
“Our two hundred bucks if you can pull it off.”
“Alright.” Kyungsoo shrugs.
Easy money.
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Class ends and Kyungsoo quickly gets up from his seat to catch up with you, papers and pen still in hand. He watches as you hide your highlighters and pens into your Jurassic World pencil case. A smile creeps up on his face unknowingly. Cute.
He finally reaches you, backpack slung over his shoulder. You don’t notice him right away, grabbing your own backpack filled with superhero enamel pins. Both Marvel and DC. You didn’t discriminate. Kyungsoo has to clear his throat to get your attention.
Your face lifts at the sound. Your eyes widen in surprise and confusion. Apprehensive, you check around you to make sure he was looking at you.
“Hi!” Kyungsoo greets you first. “I loved Battinson.”
He points at your shirt and you follow his finger, darting your eyes down at your chest. It makes you pull your backpack closer to you nervously. You’re cute and squirmy. Like a baby deer. You had the eyes for it too.
“Ok?” You say back in a confused tone. You’re so wary, so cautious. Kyungsoo catches your eyes shift to the papers in his hand. And it’s as if something clicks in you that you’ve found the confidence to assert yourself.
“I’m sorry. I don’t tutor.” You apologize as soon as you see his grade and continue to pack your bag once you’ve come to the conclusion that he was here to ask you for academic help.
“What? No. I’m Kyungsoo.” He introduces himself with his most genuine smile. It’s as if there is no bet in place and he is purely interested in being your friend.
It’s not as convincing as Kyungsoo thought.
“Yeah, I know.” You get up and try to move around him.
Kyungsoo’s taken aback.
“Sorry?” He steps aside to stop you. Why were you being so difficult?
He can’t hear them but he knows Jiho and Hyoseob are giggling behind him.
“Nevermind. I can’t help you with whatever you need.” You say, avoiding eye contact with him – the false confidence evidently gone. He can see you a lot closer now. Your bun was being held by a batman hair tie, flyaways all around your head. Your skin was close to perfect. Your lips were a bit chapped, and he could tell you pick at them. You were rough around the edges but overall pretty. Kyungsoo likes pretty.
“Wait, I’m sorry if I’ve offended you. I just thought you were pretty. And I was hoping we could be friends.” He apologizes, lowering his face to get you to look at him. He watches you hesitate, sucking in a cheek. He does his best to put on a nervous looking smile to get you to pity him.
You release a big exhale, accepting defeat.
“I’m Y/N.” You introduce yourself, eyes still darting behind him towards the exit.
“Hi Y/N. It’s a pleasure meeting you.” He extends an arm out for you.
You suck in your bottom lip nervously. You push your glasses up and rearrange the book in your arm to shake his hand.
You take the deepest breath.
“Likewise.”
Kyungsoo’s smile widens.
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If Kyungsoo knows anything about nerds, they love being ahead of everyone.
Kyungsoo arrives for ASTRO101 half an hour early for class. As predicted, he smirks when he sees you there, already waiting on the floor to be let in, laptop sitting cozily on your thighs. He slides beside you effortlessly.
“Hi, Y/N.” Kyungsoo laughs when you jump in surprise.
“Kyungsoo, you scared me.” You have your hand on your chest to ease your racing heart. He doesn’t mean to but he glances down anyways to find you’re wearing a very fitting superman graphic tee with a loose white dress shirt on top.
You can’t be real.
“Sorry, that wasn’t my intention. Love what you’re wearing by the way. Very Clark Kent of you.” Kyungsoo says, pointing up and down your body. This makes you blush and has you stuttering like a mess. So you do know when you’re being flirted with.
“What do you need Kyungsoo?” You manage to ask, your focus not budging from your work, though Kyungsoo can tell you’re still nervous. He’ll take it you’re a bit interested.
“You know when you said you already knew who I was. What’d you mean?” He asks and you didn’t think he would bring that up by the surprise look on your face.
“You’ve been to my house before.” You inform him as if that’s supposed to help Kyungsoo figure it out. If anything, he’s a lot more confused now. You sigh, seeing his puzzled expression.
“My brother is Park Chanyeol.”
Oh.
Kyungsoo’s $200 flashes before his eyes.
Though, he’ll never hear the end of it from Hyoseob and Jiho.
“Chanyeol. Giant, party thrower, team captain of the basketball team Chanyeol and does jiu-jitsu as a hobby?” Kyungsoo asks, a little dumbfounded, his jaw slack.
You scoff. “That’s the one.”
“Huh.” Kyungsoo checks you one last time and it suddenly clicks how similar you two look. Although you’re not carbon copies, you definitely have similar features. It doesn’t explain how he doesn’t remember you though.
“So we’ve... met... through him?” Kyungsoo asks carefully as not to offend you.
It’s too late. You’re already grunting in frustration. Annoyed with him, you shut your laptop and pack it in your bag so you could get away from him.
“Wait, wait, wait!” Kyungsoo’s a lot quicker than you are though, anticipating your moves before you even know it. He reaches for your wrist and feels how soft your skin is. He lets go like it burns him. “I keep offending you. I’m really sorry. High school was a long time ago.”
“We met last year.” The frown on your face is so cute like a kid pretending to be mad at him, but he gets the idea that you’ll crack with a simple smile.
“Yeah, that’s a long time ago, sweetheart.” He does just that, smiling charmingly into your good graces. You do break as he predicted. It’s cute to see your lips purse in annoyance. Your face was betraying you, wanting to smile too.
“You... asked me where the washroom was.” You mumble shyly because although he can’t hear your thoughts, without a doubt, now that you’re saying it out loud, it sounds ridiculous that he’d remember that. Kyungso doesn’t laugh at you. Instead, he holds a hand to his chest.
“Please forgive me for ever forgetting such a beautiful encounter and of course, such a beautiful woman. I promise I won’t ever make that mistake again.”
Kyungsoo crosses his heart comically, grinning ear to ear when he sees you purse your lips to an eventual smile.
“I guess it is silly...”
“Do you think we can start over and be friends?” He looks at you expectantly.
He knows he has you exactly where he wants you when you nod shyly.
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It takes a bit of convincing - what doesn’t when it comes to you, but Kyungsoo gets you to study with him. But I’m not tutoring you. You write your own notes. You had told him with a not-so threatening pointed finger.
Your guard was very much up. You weren’t making it easy to get to know but at least you let him study with you.
Kyungsoo sneaks glances at you when he pretends to study. He doesn’t understand the material. Studying you was far more entertaining. He was going to get ai to summarize it for him anyways.
“So, we went to the same high school.” Kyungsoo breaks the silence to which you hum in response. “Crazy we never met... Other than that one time.”
“Did you finish reading the chapter?” You don’t lift your face to look at him.
“No.”
“Why’d you ask me to study if you’re just going to talk?” You frown at him, spinning your pen around your fingers.
“Because I want to be your friend.” Kyungsoo says simply, not breaking contact with you when you try to avoid his stare.
“Why?” You ask for the nth time. Was it that hard to believe he would approach you? Yes, he was doing this for a bet, but that didn’t mean he didn’t find you pretty and interesting.
“You seem fun. You dress up as superheroes and like dinosaurs. What’s not to be curious there?” It’s easy for Kyungsoo to find a reason because he’s not lying. You had that weird charm to you.
“I was like this in high school too.”
“And I was like this too. You didn’t approach me then either.” Kyungsoo argues. “I wanna get to know you now. Let me.”
“It’s just hard to believe that you want to get to know me. You’re just so... popular.” You cringe at the word popular and Kyungsoo does too. He never liked being called that. It sounded so forced and awkward.
“I just like making friends. Your brother is the same, you know.” Kyungsoo lightly pokes your side with a pencil.
“Yeah, I know.” You say, a bit annoyed. Not really. There’s a small hint of a smile at the corner of your lips that you try to hide with a big sigh.
“What’d I say this time?” He teases you. “Is it your brother? Do we not like your brother?”
You laugh a bit too loudly for the library, earning a few stares from the other students trying to study. “No, I like Chanyeol. He’s a nice brother.”
“Then why the long face?” Kyungsoo taps your chin with the same pencil to your annoyance. He likes to see you get annoyed with me. It’s a nice change of pace from Jiho who ragebaits him for a living.
“Nothin’, still in disbelief that you want to be my friend too.” You shrug and return to your textbook.
Kyungsoo doesn’t say anything, choosing to stay quiet. He lets you study a bit longer before bothering you half an hour later to get pizza.
Because that’s what friends do.
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Sometime between classes, studying with you and walking you home, Kyungsoo finds out you’ve never driven stick.
“You want a Miata? You have to learn how to drive manual.” Kyungsoo throws you the keys to his car. You almost fumble them. He laughs at you.
“But I don’t get it. Yeol has a TSX. He didn’t want to teach you?” Kyungsoo lets you get comfortable in the front seat while he waits for you with the door open. His smile grows when you grin and rub your hands across the wheel of his SI.
“No, he says I drive recklessly.” You look up at him with a small, devious smile.
Kyungsoo’s breath stops.
Maybe it’s the way you bite your lip anticipating his lesson or maybe it’s the way you’ve fully let your guard down that makes his stomach flip.
Seeing you smile cutely like this. In his direction…
Nevermind that. He has to shake the image out of his mind.
He bends down and points at the pedals. “This is the clutch. Make sure to release it slowly when you’re shifting. Act like the pedals are eggs, okay? Don’t hurry it.”
He makes the mistake of looking up to see if you’re listening. He’s met with your face filled of curiosity - brows brought together in complete concentration. He’s suddenly made aware of how close he is to you. How you’re wearing a well-fitted Spider-man tee and denim capris. How you smell like vanilla. How you surprisingly have a fresh pedicure.
He clears his throat and stands up.
“I’ll, uh, show you the gears.”
He shuts the door and runs his hand through his hair. He exhales and hopes you aren’t looking at him as he walks to the other side.
“Nervous Do Kyungsoo?” You push your glasses up with the cheekiest smile on.
Kyungsoo scoffs at how cocky you pretend to be in the driver’s seat of his car. But he learns that you’re actually nervous by the way you tuck your hair behind your ears.
“Relax, we’re just driving around the lot.” He chuckles as he sits down. He explains how to shift the gears and you nod along. Kyungsoo has to force himself to focus when you purse your lips and keep pushing those damn glasses up. Can’t you get them adjusted?
“K, think I got it.” That’s the last warning you give before you start driving.
Kyungsoo barely has his seatbelt on, panicking over nothing when he realizes you’re… not stalling?
“The fuck?” Kyungsoo laughs at how ridiculously easily you catch on. It seems you’re as gifted driving as you are academically. You shift so seamlessly. “Let’s go on the main road.”
“What?!” You try to look at him but he quickly pushes your cheek to focus on the parking lot.
“Yeah, yeah! Let’s get some ice cream. You can do it.” He leans over and takes the wheel to gently turn the wheel in the direction of the main road.
“You’re crazy.” You laugh nervously but Kyungsoo has full confidence in you.
“I trust you. Come on, let’s go.” Kyungsoo says with the widest smile.
“Stay in this lane.” Kyungsoo sees how tightly you’re gripping the stick, knuckles slowly turning paler. His first instinct is to place his hand on yours. He feels you soften under his touch.
“Relax.” He reassures you, helping you shift the gears. “You’re doing really good. Are you sure you didn’t secretly take Yeol’s car for a joy ride?”
He tries to make you laugh to break the tension in your body. You chuckle a bit solemnly to yourself.
“No, but I did play a lot of racing games at the arcade.” You say, never once leaving your focus off the road. Only shifting your eyes to check your blind spots.
“Oh, like on dates?”
“Uh… Not exactly. I used to play there a lot on my own. When our parents would be gone on business trips and Chanyeol threw parties, I would go often.” You reveal a bit too casually.
“With friends?” Kyungsoo regrets his question the second he sees you wince.
“By myself.”
He knew you weren’t from the coolest of crowds. He didn’t realize you didn’t have friends either. His gaze softens looking at you.
He imagines you in the same Spider-man shirt but it’s a lot looser, your hair was probably in the same ponytail and you probably sported a lot nerdier glasses. He imagines a lonely you leaving your own home to find solace at the arcade. It pains his heart to imagine how lonely you must have been.
“Please don’t look at me like that.” You must have caught a glimpse of the solemn look on his face.
He can’t shake the image of a sweet and geeky you playing racing games on your own.
“Like what?”
“Like I’m some stray cat. I’m okay. And it’s not Chanyeol’s fault either. He’s just a lot different than I am. He tried to keep me home where he could watch me, but sometimes I just couldn’t… Not with those… people.”
He squeezes your hand comfortingly. His heart warms up when he sees a smile seep onto your face.
“I’m sorry you went through that. I wish I had known you then.” Kyungsoo’s face saddens once again. This time, out of guilt. It never occurred to him other people were going through a much different high school experience than he did.
“Me too.” You say, creating a pregnant silence.
“Turn here.” Kyungsoo points at the rundown ice cream shop, disturbing the moment.
You park with ease. In reverse too.
You’re just full of surprises for Kyungsoo.
“It’s really okay, Kyungsoo. I know it’s sad I didn’t have any friends growing up but I did have Chanyeol when it did count. He took care of me the best way he could. I promise my life isn’t as sad as it sounds.” It’s your turn to reassure him because clearly, he was taking it a lot harder than you were.
“You’re paying and driving back by the way.” Your tone is lighthearted again. Then you flash him a little smile.
“Of course.” He follows right behind you, unable to hide the silly grin appearing on his face.
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Kyungsoo finds himself texting you nonstop, arguing with you on whether or not Iron Man really was the only one who could’ve done the snap. He completely forgets that Jiho is next to him on the couch waiting for him to finish texting so they could proceed to play the next round.
Jiho’s jaw tightens in annoyance when Kyungsoo has the audacity to chuckle to himself. He wants to wipe off that shit-eating grin off his face.
“She cannot be that funny.” Jiho has a bored look on his face.
Kyungsoo barely looks up from his phone, typing the rest of his text and pressing send.
“Sorry.” He apologizes, picking up the controller as if Jiho didn’t just wait 15 minutes for him to be ready.
Jiho doesn’t take the apology lightly.
“This is like the third time she’s texting. What’s with her? It’s been a month. Why are you guys still hanging out? Are you having trouble sleeping with her?”
“So many questions.” Kyungsoo raises an eyebrow at his friend who looks annoyed. Jiho was never one to be patient. Kyungsoo knows this. He grew up with Jiho. Yet, he has no clue why he’s being so rude right now. “She’s actually really sweet and funny. I want you guys to meet her.”
Jiho stares at him, analyzing his friend who is so smitten by a seemingly ordinary girl with a weird obsession with dinosaurs.
“What is this? Are you falling for her?” He narrows his eyes at him. “She’s a bet.”
“She’s not a bet. I don’t care about the bet anymore. It was stupid.” Kyungsoo sighs and rolls his eyes. It stopped being a bet the second you let him in your life and became his actual friend. It was no longer a game when he found himself genuinely having fun hanging out with you. He looked forward to watching random youtube videos in a parking lot with you while you munched on fries. Sure, he’d have to convince you to drive his car, but he always paid for the snacks.
He didn’t know when it happened. The tiny crush he had on you. He figures it was around the same time he started looking forward to the astronomy study sessions with you. Kyungsoo hates astronomy.
Somehow and someway you had claimed a spot in his heart.
“She doesn’t find it weird that you randomly came up to her one day?” Jiho asks, putting the controller down, finding this new turn of events interesting. He never pegged Kyungsoo the type to get with a geek. He was always around cheerleaders, prom queens, conventionally women. “What are you gonna do when she finds out?”
“She’s not going to find out.” Kyungsoo frowns. “Why do you care so much?”
“I care about my friend making the mistake of dating a geek like her. She’s a lost cause. Won’t even know you’re into her.” Jiho’s tone is a lot more vicious and spiteful than anything Kyungsoo has ever heard before.
It does not sit well with Kyungsoo.
“What the fuck is wrong with you? She’s a human being with actual feelings and interests. This isn’t high school anymore. Stop being so weird about this. The bet was stupid and juvenile and she’s never going to find out about it.”
Sometime between the fit of rage, Kyungsoo had gotten up and is now looking down at Jiho with a pure look of disgust. Jiho stares up in disbelief that his friend would defend a girl like you this hard. It’s rare to get him speechless like this because Kyungsoo has never yelled at him. Never in their decade long friendship.
Kyungsoo sighs, he could stay mad at him all day but he’s been friends with Jiho for as long as he can remember. He hates it when they fight. On the rare occasion that they do, Kyungsoo always forgives Jiho.
“Look, I’m sorry I’ve been distracted but she really is a nice girl. I’ll bring her to the pub next Saturday night and you guys could meet her. Okay?” His voice softens for his longtime friend who’s doing his best to stand his ground.
But Jiho breaks too, finding it hard to stay mad at Kyungsoo. He agrees to meet you reluctantly.
Jiho was curious now. He wanted to see what magic you were pulling to get his best friend so smitten and protective over you.
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The next day Kyungsoo finds himself studying for the midterm with you in your family’s dining room. Your parents weren’t home for yet another business trip and Chanyeol’s whereabouts were unknown to him. He was alone in a house with you. And for the first time, he was feeling nervous to be alone with a woman.
“Do you need some water?” You ask, concerned. He must not be acting as calm as he thought he was. Or maybe you were just being a considerate host.
“Yes, please.” Kyungsoo smiles when you get up to get him a glass.
“Thank you.” He says as you place it down for him. It’s new to him. The racing of his heart. He’s here to study, yet he can’t even think to read his textbook, distracted by you and your crooked glasses on your head.
“You’re very welcome.” You beam, taking a seat right next to him to continue studying. He watches you plug in your right earphone, letting the other hang loose on the table. You still use wired earphones cause you swear it sounds better when you do. Kyungsoo rests the side of his head on his knuckles, elbow on the table, and just, looks at you.
Who was he joking? He was never going to get any work done with you. Not when you left an ear open for him in case he has any questions.
Studying you was distracting. He swears he can study your little quirks all day.
Like how you use your glasses as a headband when you really want to force yourself to read the material. Or the fact that you’re literally swimming in a broken and oversized Miles Morales shirt, revealing the frustrating fact that your bra strap keeps falling off your shoulder.
“Kyungsoo, did you get this part?” You point at a page in the textbook. It’s really sweet of you to think that he would understand a concept far better than you do but he tries anyway. He pulls the book closer to him and reads the excerpt for the first time. He reads it over and over again, actually. His frown deepens and he wonders if you think he’s an idiot by how long it’s taking him to understand.
It’s all gibberish to him. Why would you ask him if he understood -
It takes a second to register what just happened. His head is still resting on his hand. Your eyes are wide and hands are covering your mouth in complete shock with yourself.
“Sorry!! I- You just- Your lips were-” You stutter after giving him the world’s record quickest peck on the lips.
“Did you want to try that again?” Kyungsoo asks, watching your throat swallow nervously. Then you nod. You lean closer with a little more confidence this time, flickering your eyes to his for confirmation. He nods, giving you the go-ahead.
Your lips softly press onto his and he lets you move your mouth the way you’re comfortable with. He doesn’t rush it, wanting to feel your lips massage his for as long as he can. You surprisingly swipe your tongue against his bottom lip, making Kyungsoo moan slightly and finally drop his arm on the table. He uses the other to cup the nape of your neck, deepening the kiss.
His body leans closer into yours, feeling your body against his. He can smell the vanilla on your skin, making him groan against your lips. It was driving him insane.
“Do you want to go upstairs?” You ask breathily, lips tickling his as he chases after them. They were already tingling at the loss of you.
Kyungsoo almost instantly caves when he looks at your now swollen lips and crooked glasses on your head. He’s never seen you in like this before: wanting him. And God, did he want you too.
But he wants to do this right. You deserve to have this done right.
“I want to.” Kyungsoo says a bit reluctantly.
“But?” You sense his hesitation. It’s absolutely killing him the way you look disappointed and hurt.
“But I want to take you out on a date first. A proper one.” He explains, hoping this makes that look disappear.
“A date?” You frown like you’ve never heard that word before.
“Yeah, a date.” Kyungsoo affirms.
“I’ve never been on a date before.” You say, more to yourself, like you’re trying to convince yourself that this was happening. “With me?”
“Yes, with you. Will you go on a date with me?” Kyungsoo laughs at your pure innocence. God, you’re so good, so nice, so everything to him.
“Okay.”
The stars don’t shine; they burn. Yet here you were, with your smile shining brightly at him.
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The date starts off strong with Kyungsoo coming up to your door with a bouquet of yellow flowers wrapped in black paper.
He’s about to knock on your door when you open it almost instantly. You look shocked like you weren’t expecting him.
Kyungsoo’s jaw drops at the sight of you.
You had a leather jacket on with a tank top and a midi skirt. Your hair was down with your hair pushed back by a headband. You had curled your ends. Your glasses were a metal frame instead of the tortoise ones he was used to.
You were painfully and beautifully you.
“Sorry, I didn’t know you were here. I don’t think I got a text?” You check your phone, expression a bit worried. Kyungsoo has to place a hand on your shoulder to calm you down.
“Relax. I was going to come to your door like a gentleman. These are for you.” He extends an arm out for you. That’s when you finally notice the bouquet and blank.
You stare at him then back at the flowers.
“I- You didn’t have to.” You say timidly, smiling at the flowers so preciously. Kyungsoo would give you another bouquet for a chance to see that smile on your face again.
“I wanted to.”
“Yellow and black for Batman?” You bite your lip and give him a kiss on the cheek, making Kyungsoo blush. “I love them. Thank you.”
You quickly place the flowers inside your home.
“Okay, I’m ready.” You tuck your hair behind your ear. Kyungsoo chuckles at your excitement before taking your hand to escort you to his car.
He only lets go to open the door to your surprise. You look uncomfortable as if no one has ever done this for you before.
“You really don’t have to.”
“It’s your first date. I want it to be memorable.”
You blush, quickly sitting down to hide your face behind the door but Kyungsoo catches it nonetheless.
The first spot he brings you to is a trendy brunch spot in the city where he learns that you are a bottomless pit and you can eat three pancakes on your own within 15 minutes. He then surprises you with a trip to a thrift store with an extensive comic book section where you browsed the endless piles, going through the comics one by one.
He had checked on reddit for recommendations and found this store. He’s happy to see that he made the right call and brought you here instead of an actual comic book store. He almost laughs aloud at how concentrated you look. He loves seeing your brows furrowed. He rarely gets to see your hair down so watching strands fall down your face sent Kyungsoo’s heart fluttering. You just looked so effortlessly pretty.
Kyungsoo doesn’t really read comics but he browses all the same, showing you every cool cover he sees.
“This one’s cool. Doc Ock Wins?” Kyungsoo pulls out the comic to show you and is taken aback when your eyes widen in surprise. You rush to his side immediately. Your vanilla perfume hits his nose and he melts. His hand unconsciously settles on your hip while you grab the comic from his hold.
Kyungsoo’s head tilts as you examine the colourful paper. He chuckles when a cheeky grin appears like you’re an evil mastermind about to unveil your super evil plans.
“What? Is it valuable?” He laughs, hand rubbing up and down your side.
You push your glasses up in the nerdy way Kyungsoo loves so much.
“This is a 1967 issue in near mint condition. You can get this appraised and it could go for hundreds. And you just picked it out of the hundreds of comics here.” You explain, handing it back to him. “It’s a really good find.”
“Oh shit.” Kyungsoo looks down at the comic in his hands. It didn’t seem fair to find such a gem as someone who didn’t appreciate them the way you did. “I’ll get it for you.”
“What? No, you keep it. You found it. It’ll be a good investment. I can show you reputable grading companies if you’d like.” You shake your head, pushing it back to his chest.
“We came here for you. This is yours.” He tries to sway you, pulling you in closer by the waist. “Take it.”
You purse your lips, trying to stop yourself from showing how happy he just made you.
“Are you sure?”
“Seeing you smile like this, why wouldn’t I be sure?” His hand reaches your cheek, rubbing your thumb mindlessly.
You beam, wrapping your arms around his neck to pull him down for a quick kiss.
“Thank you, Kyungsoo.” You look up at him with glossy eyes. “For always being so nice to me.”
Kyungsoo’s melts at the sound of your small voice. It makes him sad to think not everyone has been kind to you the way you deserved. You were often overlooked, even by him. He was seeing you now. He won’t make that same mistake again.
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“It’ll just be a sec! I want my friends to meet you!” Kyungsoo says excitedly as if he was trying to convince you to be excited with him. But you couldn’t share that sentiment with him. You knew the kind of people he hung out with. And Kyungsoo knew that too.
Just how he did with you, he wanted you to give them a second chance to get to know them.
And just like the sweetheart you are, you comply, holding his hand tightly and holding your breath as you walk into the pub.
You come to a halt when you see the familiar faces from high school.
“They’re not as scary as they look. And if they do say anything weird, I’ll be there, okay?” Kyungsoo rubs his thumb on your hand. He hopes it’s enough to reassure you. He really wants to show his friends that you were sweet and funny. You weren’t just that weird girl in class who was weirdly obsessed with dinosaurs and superheroes. That you were the girl he was slowly falling for.
“Guys, this is Y/N. Y/N, these are my friends Hyoseob and Jiho.” Kyungsoo’s hand is rubbing your lower back reassuringly. You introduce yourself perfectly in his eyes. Hyoseob shook your hand as the normal one of the two. Jiho, on the other hand, has some odd vendetta towards you and doesn’t reach to shake your hand, only nodding in your direction to acknowledge you.
At least that was something. It was a start.
“Did you guys order already?” You ask as you slide into the booth. You were trying to make conversation to Kyungsoo’s delight. He knew how nervous you were yet here you were, being considerate and polite for his sake.
“We got some nachos for the table.” Hyoseob, fortunately, responds to you, reciprocating your politeness. “You’re welcome to share with us.”
“I think I’ll take you up on that offer. Thank you, Hyoseob.” You smile, closing the menu and setting it on the table.
“So how was the date? Kyungsoo wouldn’t stop talking about it all week.” Hyoseob continues.
Kyungsoo smiles when you reply with excitement and a blush, excitingly showing them the new comic Kyungsoo got you. He knew he could count on Hyoseob to be friendly. The two of you continued to bounce off each other, quickly getting comfortable enough to joke around with each other.
Jiho was on the quieter side. Nothing Kyungsoo wasn’t used to. It took his multi-layered friend time to get to know.
It didn’t mean he wouldn’t try.
“Did you ever finish that build?” Jiho randomly asks when there was a pause between you and Hyoseob’s conversation. Kyungsoo has no idea what he’s referring to.
“Build?” Kyungsoo turns to you for explanation. You don’t seem fazed by it.
“I did! I didn’t think you’d remember me.” You reveal a bit more, leaving Kyungsoo a lot more confused. Jiho always held some weird resentment towards you. He thought that stemmed from some deep insecurity of his to hate on people smarter than him. Maybe he was wrong. “I used to go to Jiho’s dad’s shop a lot to get the parts for my computer. They always had good discounts.”
Well, that’s news to Kyungsoo. Having you surprise him was nothing special. Having you know Jiho even back in high school, that was news.
“Oh, I didn’t know you guys knew each other back then too.”
That’s when Kyungsoo feels you freeze beside him.
“Uh, yeah. Jiho used to be really nice to me.” You share apprehensively as if you knew you were about to shift the mood.
Jiho scoffs and takes a sip of his beer. The waiter brings the nachos to the table, interrupting the moment. Kyungsoo would probably have to ask you about this later to fill in the blanks.
Whatever it is, you continue to be the pleasant person you’ve been since you got here. You tuck in your hair behind your ears. Kyungsoo sucks on his bottom lip, reaches for your hand, and squeezes it reassuringly. He hopes it’s enough to get through this night. He didn’t think you would have some weird history with Jiho.
Something happened between you two in high school. Kyungsoo thinks you might have dated but that wouldn’t make sense. He knows of every girl Jiho has been with. Unless he was embarrassed to be with you. Maybe that’s what created the riff.
Kyungsoo shakes his head. It didn’t add up. You seemed genuinely surprised to find out he remembered you. People who date don’t forget one another.
“My dad really wanted to help you build an inexpensive pc.” Jiho suddenly mutters like he’s too embarrassed to admit it.
“How is he? I hope he’s doing well. I really appreciate everything he did for me.” A small smile appears on your face, remembering Jiho’s father’s kindness. Then you turn to Kyungsoo with a glint in your eyes, excited to share a little glimpse of your teenage life. “He used to order parts he wouldn’t stock just so I can buy it from him.”
He remembers how you were alone for a large part of your teenage life. They must have been the few who showed you grace and kindness. He wonders what went wrong that Jiho would feel comfortable badmouthing you.
“He’s okay. He’s been threatening to retire soon.” Jiho, for the first time tonight, actually laughs and you giggle with him like this was some inside joke.
“He’s always saying that.” You give Kyungsoo context, being the considerate person that you are.
You don’t seem nervous anymore. He can tell by the way you lean into him and rest your head on his shoulder. He’s learning that every time you feel comfortable, you initiate contact. Kyungsoo smiles down at the image of how cozy you look under him. He can finally feel himself relax knowing you’re okay with his friends.
The night goes on. Hyoseob and Jiho order another pint for the table, eventually getting to the point of sloppy, tipsy drunk. They try to get you to play darts with them, but they soon realize you’re a bit too coordinated and gifted in games. You win against them easily. Sometime in the night, they end up at the pool table for a 2v2 where you’re shooting all the solids for Kyungsoo. Jiho whines while Hyoseob cheers you on.
Kyungsoo is at bliss knowing that you fit right in.
“I’m gonna to the bathroom real quick.” Kyungsoo places a hand on your lower back to let you know. You smile at him, holding the cue upright, and reply with a short and sweet “okay”.
The moment Kyungsoo enters the restrooms, he’s hit with an overwhelming feeling in his chest. He knew his friends would fall for her as hard as he did. He can’t remember the last time he introduced a girl to his friends and it going this smoothly.
And Kyungsoo has introduced his friends to many women.
He can’t contain the smile on his face. You’ve made him so happy this past month.
He wants to bring you on so many other dates, bring you to all the places you never got the chance to visit as a teen. He wants to recreate memories with you and replace every single lonely one.
Although you both come from very different childhoods, Kyungsoo finally feels that he’s met his match. Someone that will bring out the best in him even if he feels that he might not deserve you. He hopes he can do the same for you so you can show off that shiny bright personality of yours to the world. It deserves to get to know you too.
Kyungsoo washes up quickly so he can be by your side as soon as possible. He walks out the doors with a stupid grin on his face.
It slowly disappears when he notices how uncomfortable Hyoseob looks.
“What’s wrong? Y/N beat you guys again?” Kyungsoo laughs lightheartedly.
Hyoseob doesn’t answer, instead his eyes shift to Jiho. Kyungsoo frowns when Jiho avoids his stare. He follows Jiho’s line of vision to the door.
He looks around. There’s a sudden drop in his stomach.
“Where’s Y/N?”
Jiho’s eyes flick to Kyungsoo’s by accident. He sees the guilt in his eyes.
“What did you do?” Kyungsoo’s tone darkens, a lot graver and threatening.
He grows angrier when Jiho stays silent.
“I was gone for a minute. What did you do?” He asks one more time.
“She was going to find out eventually.” Jiho mutters, barely reaching Kyungsoo’s ears to hear. But when it does, it’s loud. The volume of the chatter in the bar is becoming deafening.
His breath hitches and that pit in his stomach grows tenfold. He can’t think about anything else but you. He grabs his keys and storms off. He can hear Hyoseob calling his name behind him. He doesn’t care. He can’t care when you’re out there thinking he lied to you.
“Pick up, pick up, pick up.” He chants to himself, hoping you’d pick up the phone, be the understanding person that you are, and hear him out. It’s to his surprise that you do.
“Y/N? Where are you?” Kyungsoo tries not to sound too frantic.
He hears you take a deep breath.
“Don’t call. Don’t text. When you see me in class, don’t even look at me. Fuck you, Do Kyungsoo.”
You hang up abruptly, not even giving a chance for Kyungsoo to speak.
He tries calling again, phone shaking in his hold.
The number you have dialed is unavailable.
chananyeol bong: if anyone has a copy of that oilblotter drabble :') pls send it my way. i think it about it a lot 🤕❤️🩹💔 this will have a second part (and maybe third - i can only hate myself for this lol) this was started when i was being moody from my period and it was hard to finish cause i was in my usual sunshine and rainbows mood after lol UPDATE I FOUND IT!!!! i've linked it above for anyone interested :)
on this segment of memes that made me think of this story:
wc ☆ 1k summary ☆ sometimes your brain is too full for words or rationality, but thankfully, sehun has the perfect remedy for that. warnings ☆ older! sehun, art student! reader, there’s supposed to be an age gap but i feel like it isn’t obvious enough, comfort an ☆ this is a request from my old account !!! i loved it sm that i rlly wanted to bring it over here :) it also comforts me a lot so u all and the requester deserve to see it still
after nearly two hours of laying on the couch, there’s so much boredom flooding your veins that you end up hanging off the edge, the top of your head grazing the floor. with sehun out working all day, you were left home to your own devices. typically that wouldn’t have been an issue, but with the terrible white noise from the tv and the nonstop thoughts running through your head, it’s getting harder to tolerate being alive right now.
it’s just been a really big week for you. while it’s been good, receiving gallery invitations and much more, it’s starting to feel like you bit off more than you can chew. it gets harder and harder to balance all the things, like completing paintings, finding time for yourself and friends, doing the rest of your schooling, and then being a good girlfriend at the end of the day.
you love it, and love being ambitious with the need to do everything you love, but there’s moments like these where you stare at the wall and realize you can’t handle it that make you feel terrible. that exact feeling is what put you right here, getting home from your last class of the day, one that ended when the sun was up, and going straight to sitting in the same position on the couch for the rest of the night.
the silence is starting to pull a headache to the front of your skull when the front door opens, sehun pushing through with a sigh. it’s so dark that the only thing he can see is your face, lit up by the tv. he frowns, and you can’t really see it all too well, but you know it’s there in the way he hasn’t said anything.
he flicks the table lamp on as he comes closer, calling your name softly, “why’s it so dark in here? are you okay?”
you look at him briefly, just for a second before the thought of talking at all brings a burn behind your eyes. all you can do is shake your head and roll your eyes before you can stop yourself. your head falls in your pillow before you can see sehun’s reaction, but you can tell that he’s even more put off by you than he already was.
he sits next to you, by your feet, in silence. you see his hand reach out to touch you, before pulling away. his mouth opens, like he’s going to speak, before it closes again. he then makes a movement to grab one of your feet, turning to face you better while pressing his thumbs into the sole. the fact that he still chooses to be so tender despite your soft launching a terrible attitude forms a lump in your throat and a sting in your eyes.
sehun frowns once again, as if the one he had couldn’t grow any deeper, before finally speaking up again. “sweetheart..” he takes a sharp breath in, finding his words, “i see that you’ve had a bad day. and i’m sorry. i want to help you, but when you give me this negativity i can’t, right?”
you sniffle, a little shudder moving through your body, before collecting yourself and sitting up. your knees get hugged to your chest, chin resting on top. “i know, but i just..” you don’t even know. the feelings are still so fresh that it makes you even angrier trying to compute it. “i’m just so fucking tired, okay? and i can’t.. i.. i don’t-“
sehun shushes you and closes the gap before your emotions can take you any further. his arms wrap tight around your torso and pull you into his chest, grounding you and pulling you away from your frustrations. he holds you there, tightly while you fall apart again, quick breaths and hot tears falling onto the fabric of his button up. i know. he mumbles, kissing your hair. i know.
just like that your entire body in his grasp, and he’s up on his feet. your head is still buried in his chest, tears still falling freely, but it happens silently as he leads you to the bathroom and sits you on the toilet. he grabs a bit of tissue, calmly wiping your tears and your nose, and exiting with a kiss to your forehead.
when he comes back, his hands are dangerously full, almost dropping two candles and a bag of bath salts. he starts with the water, fiddling with the temperature like one degree matters, which it does when it’s for you. then the candles are lit and salts are thrown in the water, and all you can do is watch with your damp cheeks and stuffy nose because how is he so perfect? how does he always know what to do?
once everything is set up, he kneels in front of you, hands on your knees. face is completely calm, straight as can be, while managing the look of patience that only comes out after leaving the office.
he takes in a breath, “i know your day hasn’t been good. your back hurts. your feet hurt. your brain hurts. now, all i need is for you to let me help you. should i stay with you or do you want some time to yourself?”
you’re too drained to even try talking so you just grab his wrist, he asks again, and you nod. that’s all it takes for him to slowly remove your clothes for you, helping you into the bath before getting seated next to you. he’s still in his slacks, you realize, tie now undone and button up halfway unbuttoned, and he brushes it off, knowing what you were thinking already. he’s studied you so well that he might as well put mind reading in his resume.
the same way he knows your thoughts before they even form, he rolls his sleeves to his elbows and puts his hands under the water to work through the tension in your muscles. his eyes never wander, nor do his fingers, gaze locked on your face to make sure your mind is on nothing but him and the moment you’re in now. of course he’s made the mental note to talk to you about everything, but that can be pushed to later. your needs are different right now, and he’ll work his hardest to meet them.
