Grey Skies ft. Baekhyun Part 3: (LOTTO Series) I was suddenly inspired to write the next chapter of this while listening to EXO’s song “Electric Kiss.” You should give it a listen if you haven’t already!
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You are my sunshine, my only. (There are) grey skies...
(🎵) Is it okay to tease you like this? So electric, so electric yeah!
Baekhyun doesn't allow you to throw money at him when he does menial tasks anymore. It's almost nicer for you, having him take care of you without payment made it feel more real to you. Sometimes you wondered why you even let yourself fall under the reign of that man's stunning features in the first place, why you let his arrogant laugh and sultry gaze fill your heart. You always come to the same conclusion: you couldn't help it. You doubt any of the women who frequented the casino did. In fact, while you're there on business and Baekhyun is at home, you hear them gossiping of his whereabouts, why he suddenly was a no show.
He's definitely making less with the fewer jobs, but when he cleans your loft and takes care of bills, cooks the meals, files your bills... it's hard not to give him what he deserves. Despite a drop in workload, you notice the plummeting budget, as well. He was gradually making his fifteen thousand back, meaning he'd soon slip from your grasp, too fast for your liking. Yet, there was nothing you could do. Desperate to find some extra leverage, you declare one morning that you'll be gone all day, granting him the freedom to do as he like around the apartment.
"There's TV and some game consoles, if you like," you wave in their general direction before departing.
In your absence, Baekhyun takes advantage of his new liberties and immediately searches drawers and the like for any kind of blackmail he could use to gain his fortune back quicker. He wasn't expecting an easy find, except... he couldn't find anything at ALL. You possessed no family photos, no knick knacks, gifts from friends, nothing! Bewildered, he was, because not only was that unusual, but also unnatural. Even HE, the wealthy bachelor of the city, had photographs up for display. It struck him that you may not care for intimate relationships with anyone, leaving him thinking once again... what the hell is your problem with him?
When he gives up his raid, he sits comfortably on your couch downstairs, looking at the flat screen TV set up. It doesn't look like it's ever been turned on, let alone touched. He never bothered dusting it since you didn't tell him to, but he didn't realize before how thick of a layer of dust was coated on it until he swiped his finger across it. The same was for the game consoles, it was like no one even lived he before he arrived. He wonders if he actually did find himself in the hands of a murderer, who set up this whole scene to look habitable.
He guesses it worried him more than he thought, because when you arrive back home after midnight, looking drained with your pockets full of cash (that he assumed wasn't his), he asked about it. "Hey," he began, helping you take off your fur coat and hat, "how come you don't have any family pictures? Or ornaments?" The question doesn't really register in your head at first, and he impatiently follows you to the kitchen, where you poor yourself a glass of water. After a few seconds of silence, he asks it again, and you face him in surprise.
"Oh," you mumble, as if you heard him talk for the first time, "well, I'm just," you glance to the side, "not sentimental about that kind of thing," you sip your water and turn away.
Your behavior signaled you weren't telling the truth, but since he didn't care all that much about your personal life, he decided against pressing the topic. If he ever wanted to know anything else, he knows how to manipulate you. For someone who was so sly and cunning in marketing, you were awfully shy and innocent when it came to romance. He wants to test this theory, heading to your bedroom, only remembering you began sleeping on the couch when you brush past him with your sheets. "Wait," he calls out, stopping you in the doorway.
"What?" His arm was directly in front of your face, hand on the jamb. If he followed the line of his forearm, it eventually led to your suspicious eyes. "Did you need something else from me? My shower, perhaps?" With a scoff, you look away and cross your arms, hugging the blanket to your chest, "you already use it anyway. You don't need to ask."
"That's not it," he murmurs, and he knows it's not his imagination when you suddenly color in the face. Ha! He wasn't even trying that hard and he was affecting you? Could you be... no, that didn't make any sense. Sure he had money, but he wasn't THAT famous. Only the people around his parlor knew of him, he wasn't in the business long enough to have any fans. He didn't think so, at least. "I just," he continues, watching you shut your eyes, "there's something--"
"--wrong," you cut him off, "there's something wrong, I feel sick," the sheets drop from your hands as you grab your forehead, "excuse me," you shuffle under his arm and walk downstairs. Okay... maybe he got the wrong idea, then. Thinking he might get in trouble if he didn't check on your well being (it may be a test, for all he knew), he echos your steps to find you almost falling over by the island.
"Hey," he reaches you just barely, helping you stand straight again, but you just flop in his arms now, "hey, what's wrong with you? Are you passing out?" He feels your forehead, which you were still trying to hold, to find it burning. "What the heck happened to you? Are you drugged or something?" Actually, now that he joked about it, it seemed to fit the situation. Suddenly, you started crying.
"My head hurts," you whine, and he pitifully leads you to the staircase, before you try to fight him, "where are we going? My bed is over there," he glances at the couch with guilt.
"You can sleep in your room tonight," he relents. When he tries to bring you up again, you start babbling about how that's not like him, how the "cold and heartless Baekhyun wouldn't ever be so courteous." Sneering, he asks, "just who do you take me for? We're going upstairs and that's the last I wanna hear about it, okay?" Picking you up, he carries you instead and hopes that you don't barf on his shoulder on the way. He asks you to explain why you're in this condition once you're seated on the mattress.
"I don't know," you're still crying at the pain, "I just had a few martini's with some gamblers, that's all," you defend yourself.
"You were definitely roofied. You can barely function right now," he states grudgingly, "this is why you shouldn't trust strangers." Instead of replying, you simply lie back and cover your eyes, wiping your cheeks to suck it up. Baekhyun stands there uncomfortably, not knowing if he should go or stay there for now. Then, "I'm shocked you're even trusting me, considering we barely just met."
"Huh?" You ask, voice higher than he's used to hearing from you, "that's not true. We go waaaay back, Baekkie," for the first time since you came home, you smile, peeking at him through your fingers. The action was so endearing, he found himself staring, "you had a nerdy hair cut before."
"N-Nerdy?" That was back in high school! You didn't attend the same school, did you? Peering at your face harder than he has before, he doesn't recall ever seeing someone like you in his classes.
"G'night," you mumble, waving slightly in dismissal. He feels his prying may go better when you're not foggy in the head. You may be spouting nonsense, after all. Pulling the blankets over your waist, he says "goodnight" before heading to the window seat. He figured he'd give it a try tonight, since he felt obligated to keep an eye on someone who was under the influence.
Briefly, while he's settling against the wall, he eyes the outline of your body, strangely hypnotized as you stretch your limbs. He wonders who exactly was under an influence here.
Note: You can read this scenario on its own, the previous parts are not vitally important to the story. In fact, I’d rather you didn’t read the previous parts because they’re so old and cringe-worthy. ^^
Final
(1 | 2 | Final)
You lay in bed staring up at your outstretched hand at the shiny diamond ring on your finger. It was a whirlwind relationship, a crazy impulsive decision. You married within the first year of living together, despite the strong opposition from Chanyeol’s management; even your friends and family thought it was too soon. It didn’t matter, you were young and in love; nothing could stop you. Despite all this, you never regretted any moment of it. Chanyeol treated you like a princess and protected you from the public spotlight for all these years.
It all happened so quickly. He debuted as a member of EXO, released his first album, and his popularity exploded. Before you knew it, his schedule was always packed and he barely made it home most nights. When he did come home he’d practically have to force his way past fans into the building, but he'd always come home with a smile no matter his exhaustion. It worried you 24 hours of the day. His popularity, his determination to keep you from worrying, everything.
You rolled over and stared at the empty spot where Chanyeol would sleep. How long had it been since he slept beside you? He was on tour the past few months and your loneliness had been festering in your heart the whole time. You grabbed his pillow and held it tightly against your chest, inhaling his scent.
You hated yourself for being this way. You knew what you were getting yourself into and it was always in the back of your head when you decided to enter a life with him, but it still pained you to be alone. Your friends lived in your hometown and you didn’t have a job because Chanyeol insisted that he’d provide for you. You fought him at first, but you knew he was just worried about the reaction you’d get from the “outside world,” as he liked to call it.
“When are you coming home~?” You mumbled into his pillow.
“I’m already home.” You swore you were hearing things, but when you looked into the bedroom doorway there he was. You rubbed your eyes, thinking you were still groggy. It wasn’t a dream. It wasn’t a hallucination. Standing in the doorway was your lovable teddy bear of a husband with outstretched arms. You threw his pillow aside and threw yourself into his arms. You pressed your face against his chest and deeply inhaled. His familiar and comfortable scent set your emotions running as tears rolled down your cheeks. He chuckled quickly as he stroked the top of your head, “why are you crying? I’m here, aren’t I?”
“I missed you,” you muttered through your tears.
“I know, I missed you too. Do you know how hard it is to try and smile on stage when I know you’re not backstage waiting for me?” You looked up at him with a pout and he responded with a quick kiss.
“Why didn’t you call me?”
“I know how you are. You’d wake up extra early and meet me at the airport. Then, you’d come home and insist on making breakfast. All I want to do is come home to my cute little wife and cuddle.”
“Oh.”
“Yeah, oh. So how about we get back in bed and let me sleep for a while? I’m super jet-lagged.” You nodded fervently and crawled back into bed, eagerly awaiting Chanyeol. He flopped down onto the mattress and pulled you back into a hug with a deep sigh of satisfaction. “I definitely missed this. Now, sleep.” Within minutes you could hear him quietly snoring.
“You must have been really busy. I hope you had fun.” You smiled, tapping the tip of his nose with your finger. Although you were enjoying yourself as you watched Chanyeol sleep, the quiet room and his warm embrace quickly lulled you to sleep.
When you opened your eyes for a second time today Chanyeol was missing again. You whimpered, convinced that it was a dream, until Chanyeol stepped out of the bathroom.
“Don’t make that face~ I’m still here. I’m also hungry, so--”
“Should I make you something? What do you want to eat? I’ll get started right now.” You’re prepared to scurry off into the kitchen when he gently takes your hand in his.
“Relax! Let’s eat out.” Without another word, you prepared yourself for a night out.
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“This is the restaurant we first ate at when you came to Seoul, do you remember?” Chanyeol asked, resting his chin in his palm as he watched you look around the restaurant.
“I remember, you think I’d forget?” You send him a cheeky smirk and stare back at him. The server quickly delivered your food and left before he threw up, he was pretty sure he saw hearts in your eyes.
“Nope, just checking. We’ve come a long way, haven’t we?” Chanyeol asked as he fed you a mouthful.
“Mm~ But it still feels the same.”
“I’m glad. I’m always worried my being away will make us awkward.”
“That’s not possible, we’re two peas in a pod. Besides, I love you too much to let that happen. Stop feeding me! I’m not about to eat this all myself.”
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You finished dinner and were now quietly strolling through the city. You held his hand tightly and clung close to his side, making sure he couldn’t disappear on you. He would occasionally glance at you, making very adorable satisfied faces to yourself.
“Why’d you want to eat out? I could have made something at home.” You peeked up at him and caught him looking away.
“It’s been forever since we’ve had date night and you make me feel like some cruel master, making you cook for me whenever I’m here.”
“But I like cooking for you,” you grumbled, disappointed. “You’re always away so I barely ever cook for myself.”
“I’ll be home for a while, so you’ll have plenty of chances to do that,” he answered nonchalantly.
“That’s good... Wait, really? You’re not going away again?!”
“Not for a while. I was adamant about getting some time off.”
You stop walking and pull him down to your level and place a quick kiss on his lips. “Good, because we’re a mess when we’re not together.”
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Trying to power through these requests which are literally years old. T-T On another note, these scenarios are long af in comparison to my old ones.
Grey Skies ft. Baekhyun Part 2: (LOTTO Series) I FORGOT THE SECOND PART OOF.
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You are my sunshine, my only. (There are) grey skies...
(🎵) You can pretend it's meant to be, but you can't stay away from me.
Baekhyun wakes up the next morning with a raging headache. The first thing he does is groan, clutching his head to make the pain go away, but of course, it does little to soothe his aching.
Surprisingly, when he opens his eyes, he doesn't recognize the room as his hotel room, and he most certainly doesn't recognize the woman sleeping at the window seat on the other side of the room.
He watches her for a solid minute, trying to remember the events of last night, when it suddenly hits him. He willingly consented to being your slave.
Baekhyun decides to hate himself for it later, but right now he notices the glass of cool water you set aside for him and he drinks it ravenously. Fortunately, the effects instantly kick in and his headache dies a little, but the dull throbbing is still there.
It takes him a few more minutes to notice the sticky note on the lamp beside him. The bedroom lights are off, and the only thing illuminating the room is the sunrise, which casts a pretty orange glow over your sleeping form. He pulls the sticky note off and reads it to himself.
"Your first job is to wake me up! The second is to tell me whether or not you still want to do this for your money."
How considerate of you to give him an option of backing out. But Baekhyun rememebers just how much he lost yesterday, and still can't find the courage of declining.
Baekhyun ends up watching you yet again, unsure of how to wake you. He decides to shower first, not wanting to smell like old booze and sweat.
(Your P.O.V)
"Hey, um, I actually didn't catch your name last night.." The voice is quiet, like a whisper of wind on an early morning. "Do you want to get up now? It's kind of early, but you didn't put a time on the sticky note, so..." Sticky note? What is this voice saying?
Your eyes flutter open, and you blink up at the man kneeling beside you. You didn't notice he had his hand on your thigh until he moves it off of you. "Baekhyun, what..?" You say, confused and sitting upright. And then you remember that your plan had worked last night; Baekhyun fell for your trap.
"Do you know me? How come you know my name, but I don't know yours?" He asks you.
"You're not exactly subtle about your wealth.." You murmur, making his cheeks turn red. "Lots of people know your name, it's not just me." He looks proud of that, which makes you notice something. "You woke me up! Does that mean you...?"
He hesitates, but eventually nods. "I still want my money." Oh. My. Gosh. You think. How can your day get any better?
"Then here's your first buck back." You smile, pulling out a fifty dollar bill from underneath your pillow. He's about to take it, when you suddenly pull it away. "Did you use my shower?" You ask him, realizing his hair is damp.
"Yes." He stammers, confused as to why the money isn't in his hand yet.
"Without my permission?" You add, and he seems to realize his mistake. "Do you know how much the water bill is in this city? You're going to have to pay for that." You say sternly, but you're not really mad. It's just fun to see him deflate in disappointment. "You also used my bed all night, so I'm taxing that, too."
Instead of a fifty dollar bill, you hand him a twenty. He wrinkles his nose, but takes it anyways. "Thank you." He says, meaning it. "What else can I do for you?" He asks, and you elicit a cute giggle.
"Someone's eager for their money." You say, and Baekhyun finds himself staring at your lips too long. The image of them on his flashes in his mind, and he remembers that he kissed you last night. You still, realizing his sudden silence, and you think back to last night, too.
Just as suddenly, you announce, "Well? Are you just going to sit there or are you going to bring me to my kitchen?"
"H-Huh?" Baekhyun stammers, blinking away from his thoughts. "Wait, I have to CARRY you places?"
"Oh, come on, it's not that hard of a task for the money you're asking for." You taunt, and with a sour look your way, he slips his arms under your legs and bottom before lifting you up easily. When he turns around, he makes a shocked noise.
"You're not heavy at all." He says, not unkindly, but just stating the truth. His chest vibrates with his words, and because you have to hold onto his shoulders in this position, you can't avoid his breath, which fans down your neck and makes your blood hot. When you reply, your voice is lacking the authorative tone it had before.
"See?" You ask lamely, making sure to keep your face angled in a way that he couldn't see it. "Not nearly as hard as it's worth." You mumble.
Silently, Baekhyun carries you down your spiral stairs with ease, and because you just woke up, you can't help but imagine this can be real. Baekhyun, all yours, loving you and caring for you, bringing you down for breakfast in the morning.
But the daydream is cut short, because he sets you down on a stool by your kitchen island. You mask your disappointment with an expecting look. "Well?" You ask him, and he fidgets unsurely.
"I don't know what you want from me." He confesses, rubbing his neck. "You have to tell me what to do, or else I won't know."
"You have to figure it out on your own, Baekkie. It's called WORK for a reason." You twirl a twenty dollar bill in your hand, and you see that Baekhyun is shocked by it, because he has no idea where you pulled it from. "Why would I have you bring me to the kitchen?" You decide to help him with a hint.
Instantly, he realizes why and starts making a move to your fridge, when he suddenly stops, looking at you hesitantly. "You're not going to charge me for using your ingredients, are you?" He asks, and you originally were, but seeing that he asked about it, you shake your head guiltily. Maybe you're being too strict.
While he's cooking, you take the time to quietly observe his backside. How nice would it be to see this every day? Baekhyun in your presence, taking care of you? Before you can stop it, you feel a blush rise to your cheeks at your scheme. You have the audacity to feel shame for it, but you're greedy, and you're the kind of woman to take what you want, even if it means forcing it. Getting Baekhyun in this predicament is what you've been working towards, and now that's happening, you can't stop yourself from feeling elated.
But at the same time, you know that your fantasies will be short lived. Ever since you first met the guy, you knew that he's the kind who only cares about his money. He has no room in his heart for actual love, a fling, maybe, but not real love.
When he looks back at you, you look away.
"Are you always so quiet?" You hear him ask, and when you look again, he's facing away. "Maybe it's because you just woke up, but you struck me as the loud type."
"I'm loud when I want to be." You reply, leaning on your palm and watching his butt. It looks nice in his dress pants, firm and totally grabbable. (But that's for another time.) "Why?"
"Well, you were just so competitive last night." He shifts from one foot to another, and you smile despite yourself when his butt flexes, too. "I figured you were more... I don't know, obnoxious."
That makes you laugh, and he turns to look at you in surprise. By then, your eyes averted from his bottom and are staring in his eyes, instead. "Maybe I am, a little." You say it more for yourself than to reply to him, since you definitely feel that way. You made him your personal slave, for Pete's sake!
Once breakfast is served, you're pleasantly shocked to see that he made you an omelet. You smelled eggs, but since he was constantly in front of the stove, you didn't know what he was doing with it. You were expecting them scrambled, if you're being honest, because it's the easiest dish to make.
"Looks good," You compliment, getting your own silverware to save him the effort. He sits down across from you with his own plate, which you look at with the most uncontented expression you can muster. "You made your own food?" You ask him, and he looks at you incredulously.
"Are you taxing me?" He asks, looking fed up. If he's this impatient, then you wonder how long he'll last until he just drops everything and leaves.
"No," You change your expression to a playful one. "I was joking, sorry." You tell him, tasting the omelet instead of confronting your feelings. Even though you spent so much time saving up money to bid against him for this reason, you still felt bad for everything you made him do. Maybe you'll be the one to crack first, instead.
"Is it good?" He asks, biting his bottom lip in question. You try not to gawk at it too long before answering.
"It's actually really good, yeah," You say, taking another bite hungrily. "Do you like cooking?" To your surprise, he nods pleasantly, seeming happy of your praise.
"It's my side job, when I'm not out gambling, I mean." He says bashfully, and you barely suppress another smile at his adorableness, covering it up with a bite of your food. Soon, he digs in to his own omelet.
(Baekhyun's P.O.V)
It's not easy for Baekhyun to forget that you're a beautiful woman. Twice today, when you weren't paying attention to him, he's found his eyes wandering your form on their own. Of course, he always stopped himself from doing more than that, because his only goal is to get his fifteen thousand back.
Throughout the day, you make him do tedious tasks, all simple and not difficult to do. For the bucks you're paying him, though, he feels like he's cheating you. You're paying him twenty dollars just because he comes to the room when you call him. Sure, he wants his money back, but Baekhyun likes earning his money right.
He tells you this at the end of the day, when you're offering him another fifty for grabbing you a glass of water. "It's not fair." He says, nose scrunched. To his surprise, you look mad at him for saying it.
"If you don't like the way I'm paying you, then you can go ahead and forget about getting your money back." You say stubbornly, turning your head away and crossing your arms. You're sitting in bed, hair wet because you just finished your night shower. "I'm the one paying you, anyways. I decide what for."
"But--" He tries, growing upset also.
"No," You cut him off, lifting your chin dismissively. "You may go downstairs and sleep on my couch. Please don't disturb me any more about this." You finish, but he doesn't budge. You're making him mad now. How can you be so generous while paying him? Did you not even care about the money you won? If so, why were making him do all this? Are you trying to humiliate him? He doesn't even know you!
"What if I refuse?" He asks you, setting your glass of water down on your nightstand and clenching his fists. You don't turn your head to him, but look up from the corner of your eye testingly. "What if I say no?" He asks.
"You may go downstairs and sleep on my couch, Baekhyun." You repeat more sternly, but he stays still.
"What if I don't want to sleep there?" He steps forward to appear intimidating, and it seems to work, because you bend your legs under the sheets and lean back, finally looking at him full on. "It's uncomfortable sleeping on a couch. And don't tell me to sleep on your window seat, that's even worse. I don't know how you could do it without cramping everywhere." He says, lifting his chin with a sneer. When you give no answer, still staring up at him worriedly, he gets an idea. "What if... I want to sleep here?" He asks, fingers unflexing and trailing along the edge of the bed.
"H-Here?" You reiterate, face turning red. He doesn't know why until he realizes you must have thought he meant with you. He didn't even mean it in a lewd way, but maybe you misunderstanding him will help him out.
"That's right," He smirks, crawling onto the bed. You scoot back in alarm until you're pressed against the headboard, where he places his hands to trap you in his arms. "What will you do," He asks slowly, glancing down at your parted lips. He remembers what they felt like on his the other night, which makes acting this way easier on him. "If I take advantage of you?"
There's a short pause in each of your breathing when he looks back into your eyes. They're so vulnerable, wide, unsure. It makes Baekhyun's heart beat a little faster, giving him ideas that he does his best to force down. When he moves his face a little closer, you have no reaction, and then--
"Okay!" You shout, pushing him away and scaring the life out of him. "Okay, sleep here! I don't care! You tell me what you want to be paid for, then. Just don't--" You scramble off the bed. "--ever do that again!" And before he can assure you he wouldn't actually do those things, you run downstairs and disappears.
Baekhyun looks down at the bed sheets, clenching them and breathing awkwardly. Why did his heart beat so fast during that? He was just trying to scare you into getting his way, so why did his mind go other places? He didn't want to do anything more than scare you, but when the distance grew slimmer, his body started doing things on its own. He instinctively moved closer to kiss you, and it's leaving his mind spinning.
It's all about the money, he reminds himself, breathing shallowly. Nothing else is important... nothing else is necessary.
Title: Nips of Glory
Characters: Wolf!Junmyeon/Reader
Genre: Fluff, Romance
Word Count: 649
A/N: Anon asked I write the story of Reader and Myeon's nipple story from Cry Wolf... well, I'm late again but here it is! I honestly thought I posted it already...
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The village was quiet today. Even the forest, whose pine trees sang choruses of nature's charm day and night, was silent. Despite earth's solemn mood, the sky was a pretty pale blue and it was the perfect day to be outside.
Which is exactly why you were bugging Junmyeon about it.
"Augh, can we please do something exciting today?" You whine, throwing yourself on top of your boyfriend, who was lazily relaxing on the couch of his home. He grunts when you fall on him, and you awkwardly spread your limbs to make it purposely uncomfortable. "I wanna do something!"
"Don't let me stop you," He sighs, hanging his head back and ignoring your attempts to make him move. Seeing that your efforts aren't working, you go limp, beginning to slide off in defeat. "Whoa--" Myeon instantly reacts, jumping forward to catch you. Making an unsatisfied face, he scoffs at your immaturity and pulls you securely onto his lap, your face by his hip and your arms around his waist.
Having given up, you stay in that position instead, your boyfriend returning to being a good-for-nothing. After a few minutes of absolute boredom, neither of you unwavering in your opinions, Junmyeon groans in disdain. "Stop it, your irritability is rubbing off on me. I can't enjoy myself." He complains, running a hand through his hair and grabbing his bangs.
"Don't let me stop you," You mimic him. He makes another annoyed expression at you before leaning over you so his face was hovering over yours. You peek up at him, half of your face buried in his sweater.
"You want exciting?" He asks you softly, his hand coming to rest on your hip. Your heart skips a beat at the dark look in his eye, but still you nod and tilt your head up to look at him better. He takes the opportunity to kiss with you, his tongue pushing past your lips instantly in your moment of vulnerability.
You don't have time to react or move, only to tighten your grip on his clothes and let him play with your mouth. After a minute of solid kissing, you feel the hand on your hip slide down to your butt, squeezing it momentarily before pausing and doing it again. With heat rising to your head, you feel your way up his torso, the toned muscles underneath his sweater still firm. Greedy for more, you sneak your fingers beneath the fabric and touch his shirt, running your palms over his strong chest.
When you do, you come across a foreign stub that doesn't register in your head. What is it doing there? Lost in the kiss but curious still, you pinch it between your index and thumb experimentally, rubbing the nub softly. Your boyfriend pulls back then, a strange expression on his face as he looks at you uncomfortably. "Why are you touching my nipple?" He murmurs, sounding embarrassed. You blink in confusion, and then--
"OH MY GOSH," You exclaim, yanking your hands out of his clothes. "I'm sorry, I didn't know! I didn't think-- I don't--" You stammer, turning red yourself when he gapes at you incredulously.
"There's no way you didn't know!" He accuses, even though you know he knows by the aura he's sending off. He can tell you're being genuine this time. "You weirdo!" He flicks your forehead and, laying on his lap, you have no choice but to take it. Junmyeon appeared flushed and didn't continue the make-out session. In your own form of pouting, you tap his cheek.
"Is it possible that you liked it?" The question alone was enough for shy vibes to exude from him, hinting his true feelings despite his denials. You end up giggling, hugging his waist again in contentment. If staying inside on nice days meant situations like this, you might as well stay in every day with Junmyeon.
lmao This request caught me off guard. XD I wasn’t sure how I’d write it, since I’ve never imagined this kind of situation… thanks for requesting it!
A12. Correcting each other’s techniqueB11. “You want me to bite you?! Why?!”
“That’s not how you’re supposed to do it, idiot.”
“How would you know? You’re not the one with the dick!”
You and Baekhyun had been at this for a whole minute now, but he was so stuck on him being right that he wasn’t letting you explain yourself! “Baek!” You groan in annoyance when he tries to continue fucking you, but you push his hips away to stop him. “You’re not doing it right.” You insist.
“What is right?” He scoffs, his pride clearly hurt.
“Right is making me feel like a damn queen. You were making me feel like that thing you used to jerk off with… that portable pillow you brought around.” You huff in annoyance.
“Hey, that pillow was nice.” He argues lamely, and you shake your head.
“You can’t just move back and forth, that’s such a teenager way to have sex.” You complain again, looking over your shoulder to meet his eyes. Baekhyun was adamant on doing it doggie style, yet he wouldn’t even do it correctly? “You have to do this.”
Rotating your hips, you elicit a loud moan when the tip of his cock pushes right on your sweet spot, and the depth of it makes Baekhyun moan simultaneously. “O-Okay..” He breathes out unsteadily, leaning over your so that your back was flat against his chest. “You win that one, but I just thought of something even better.”
“Like what?”
“This.”
Baekhyun, now closer, grinds his hips against you, following the same rotation you showed him but repeating it again and again without pulling out. You both becoming loud messes, growing weak at the intense pleasure. “That’s so good..” You manage to choke out between groans and grunts, and your boyfriend makes this maniacal laugh in agreement.
“You should say something dirty.” He suggests out of the blue.
“No. Bite me.”
“You want me to bite you? Why?!” You roll your eyes, despite being fucked open from behind.
“I didn’t mean it literal– ah!” The fuck? He’s actually biting you! And.. it feels hot? “What the fu– Baekhyun!” You cry out, a mix of pain and pleasure coursing through your veins right now as his teeth chomp down again on your shoulder blade.
“You still haven’t said anything dirty, love.” He growls by your ear, biting down on your lobe.
“Fuck it…” You moan brokenly, rocking back to meet his hips. “Baekhyun, hump me harder. I-I need to cum.” You tell him desperately. “Please, your cock is so good, I want to feel your seed explode in my pussy.”
“Crap–” Baekhyun was caught off guard by how much your words affected him and he’s not able to warn you when he orgasms, shooting his load into your vagina. Feeling him fill you up makes you lose it, and tied with your dirty talk, you climax hard and just like a pair of dogs, you two stay locked for a moment before he tiredly slips out. “..It was worth hurting my pride because that was awesome as hell.” Baekhyun comments.
Anon noted: Are you still doing the drabble because if you are can I have A15 B5 with coming and can you make it ain't please
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Um... since I was never given a specific member (even after posting about it), I'll just make it an optional bias scenario. <3 Hope you enjoy it nonetheless! I'm assuming you wanted angst, though??? I'll do my best.
A15. Fully clothed
B5. “You can take it, just a little more… There we go, there’s my good boy/girl/person.”
Your husband did his best to support your household, working day in and day out at his job to maintain a solid income and care for you the way he felt you deserved. You appreciated his hard work and recognized his efforts, but, you just didn't care about it at the end of the day when you were stuck alone in what was supposed to be a shared bed. The sheets on his side are always cold, never a moment of warmth on his part except for the few chances he gets to see you when he stops by for power naps.
It wasn't always this way. Before he used to make quick trips back to the house from his workplace just to check up on you, to smother you in kisses and physically remind you how much you mattered to him. That was all before his promotion, and since then he's been texting excuses, all the same things.
"I'm too busy to come home on time."
"There's still a lot of work to be done."
"I need to finish this tonight, or else..."
"I swear I'll be there tonight, but it'll be real late."
It was all the same now, and you did your best to maintain positive and loving and caring like a wife should be, making him breakfast and lunch and sending him away with packed meals so he'd have something of you to remind him of your existence. It't not like you thought he'd forgotten about you, just that he doesn't even realize that he's not paying enough attention to you anymore.
You hate thinking of it like that, that you need attention, but that's what it's like in all relationships, romantic or not, and there comes a certain point where it's unacceptable. That night while he's still at work, you call his office and request for his boss to give him tomorrow off. He immediately consents when you explain how it's your anniversary and wishes you both well, promising he'll tell your husband when he can.
That night, you stay up waiting for your husband, your mind reeling as you send him texts. His replies are spaced out, as he was obviously concentrating on something else, but reactive all the same.
Wifey: come home already
Hubby: Is something wrong?
Wifey: yes, i'm dying
Hubby: DYING?!?!?
Wifey: not literally, but i'm in dire need of ur cock right now or else idk what will happen to me.
He doesn't respond to that for a few minutes and you wonder if you went too far. He's your husband, though, you tell yourself. You've had plenty conversations like this already... it's just, been a long time since the last one.
Hubby: ...honey, I'm still at work.
Wifey: I know, but u need to come home now or else i'll cum on my fingers wishing it were u
Wifey: if u don't come home soon then i'll bury my face in the boxers u wore yesterday and pretend ur here when ur not
Hubby: Babe, what I mean is you're giving me a very distracting boner. I can't work when I'm thinking of you underneath me, moaning my name and grabbing my arms.
Your insides instantly heat up at his text, turned on by his unintentionally sexy words.
Wifey: plz, i'm begging here. i want that boner inside of me
Hubby: Boss said I'm done for the night. I'm coming home right now.
"Jesus Christ, you're soaking wet." He breathes out incredulously, swiping his fingers along your clothed core. "Seriously, have you been going around with all this between your legs for the half hour I was driving home? Even longer? I can feel it through your jeans, honey."
It wasn't your fault he decided to send you those texts, saying what he fantasized about and calling you pet names; you can't stop the flow of lust that travels through your body and manifests as sweet juice.
"Please, babe, I need you right now." You whine, tugging his tie loose and ripping his shirt open forcefully, pressing your body against his on the wall, but he's just fascinated with your soaked panties it seems like, because he's still palming them, eyes wide.
"Were you really this wet for me? All from just imagining me in you?" He asks, looking you in the eye. You desperately grab his face and smash your lips against his, signaling your need and galvanizing him into grabbing your hip with his free hand. The kiss is rough, him finally reciprocating and shoving his tongue in your mouth once he flips your positions, pushing your back to the wall. "It's really hot." He says lowly, biting your lip sensually as his hand dips in your underwear now.
You cry out as his slender fingers brush your clit, making you spasm and clutch his body nearer. "So sensitive," He remarks in awe, watching you unfold before him. "I really need to fuck you more."
Besides the spike of arousal that flows into your panties from those words, you feel a twinge in your chest as you grunt back, "You do." Honestly, you could care less if he touched you ever again, but you wanted to feel him on you one more time before he disappeared in his paperwork again. You nuzzle your nose in his neck, mewling as his digits rubbed your folds and occasionally slipped in you before pulling back out to run along your clitoris.
He could tell by your tone that you were sad, and he knew that you weren't lying earlier when you texted him that you needed him. He thought he was doing what was for the best of you both, spending his time working instead of being here with you. He didn't know you were as affected by it as he was until this very moment, and suddenly all the feelings he's been holding back come rushing out.
"Honey, you're so unbelievably sexy." He growls, plunging his fingers in deep and making you cry out in shock. He thrusts them in and out brutally, making you writhe in pleasure and make your knees weak. You're grateful for the wall behind you and his body holding you firmly up, or else you might haven fallen over. "The second you told me you needed my cock I couldn't think straight, did you know?" He murmurs against your lips, sucking on them and potentially bruising you at the same time.
"A-Ahh, I--" You try to respond, only to be cut off his a sharp thrust of his fingers.
"Tonight I'll remind you how much I love you, baby, alright?" You nod frantically at his promise, wanting nothing more than his dick in your vagina already. Sharing the same necessity, he lets you help him remove his belt before pulling down his pants just enough for his delectable stiff rod to spring out. You moan at the sight of it and he picks you up, carrying you to the bedroom princess style, just like he did on your honeymoon.
Unlike your honeymoon, though, he drops you on the bed climbs on top of you with carnal lust gleaming in his eyes. He yanks down your jeans, seeming pleased to see your damp thighs and even damper underwear. "God, you are so wet." He says again, stealing some of your liquids to rub on his own sex. You watch impatiently for him to get inside you, until finally he slips the head of his cock in and doesn't stop with that.
"Aaah!" You yelp, the size too much after so long of not being touched. Even being this drenched can't save how tight your pussy was.
"Oh, I'm sorry, honey," He pauses, out of breath and nearly halfway in. You pant, fingers digging into his shirt and bunching up the fabric. "You can take it," He says encouragingly, but it sounds more like a demand and your lips part with lust. "Just a little more.." He continues his move, swallowing up your next cry out.
The slide in is smooth and without any resistance, the both of you moaning in each other's mouths once he sets a fast pace, hips slamming against yours aggressively and lips working viciously. "That's my good girl." He snarls, making your walls pulsate around him. You're not used to having something so large in it anymore, but the sensation is priceless and your eyes water a little from missing him so much.
"Oh, please don't stop!" You shout, arms switching to his hair and grabbing at the messy locks. Apparently the both of you were getting overwhelmed in the pleasure because neither of you last very long. Or maybe it was because he had managed to perfectly angle himself to rut against your sweet spot, banging it with every rough movement of his hips, or the way you constantly spasmed around him to adjust, intensifying the sensations until it became too much. "I'm going to cum." You gasp, your climax rocketing out of your system.
"Cum on my dick, baby." You moan open-mouthed, back arched high off the bed and pelvis gyrating upwards. He attaches his lips to your neck and groans the entire time he's emptying his seed into your sex, making sure to leave a dark mark in his wake. Doing your best to calm down, you inhale through your nose and exhale out your mouth, and you sleepily watch your husband lift himself up, slide out, and kiss you gently on the lips. "Honey, if you ever want to see me, just call me." He tells you sincerely. "I'm willing to come home for you at any time in the day or night to see you, for sex or not."
You feel your emotions spill out on your cheeks, a light flush and a few tears coming out. "Okay." You mumble, feeling a little bit dumb. You guess after he got promoted you never took the chance to ask him of things, always expecting him to just know. In hindsight, you realize how selfish that was of you and you hug him tightly, rolling him off of you and snuggling up to him on your side. "Okay, babe." You repeat. You're so comfortable now, relaxed and not stressed. Your consciousness begins to slip away and so does the world along with it.
"Sleep now," He whispers somewhere beside you. "I'm here."
A11 B9 with Baekhyun pls! Also, if it's not too much of a burden, can it be angsty and smutty? But, you can just choose one if you want to haha :) thank you!
@byunshim noted: Set A 11 Set B 7 Angst. Please and thank u! <3
(2) Oh… lol. It’ll always only be one. Byun Baek Hyun. ;)
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I’m combining these two, if that’s okay with y'all… Hope you enjoy! :D And ahhh why angst, gurl you know my angst is trash. ;u; Also I assume you wanted make up and not break up??? Haha this turned out longer than I meant it to, but I like it this way.
A11. Break up/make up sexB7. “Are you wearing my shirt?”B9. “I didn’t mean to leave you alone for so long—come here, I missed you.”
Baekhyun has been gone for three days. Not a long time in retrospect, but it feels as if the days have been dragging on just to spite you. It’s even worse at nights; where you once curled up against your boyfriend under the sheets, sharing gentle kisses and small giggles, you now toss and turn on a bed too big for you and shiver in the blankets that are too cold.
You hadn’t meant for the fight to get so out of hand, you had only wanted to poke fun at him a bit because he was pissing you off, but one thing led to another and now this.
His things are still here. That day he only had his phone in his pocket, and then he left.
He just left.
Your heart twinges at the thought of him, your entire being missing him already and regretting everything you said. None of it mattered anymore, the only thing you wanted was for him to come back.
A tear slips down your cheek, but you’ve shed so many at this point that you don’t care to wipe it away. You never knew a human could cry this much from emotional pain. Memories of being with him flood your mind for the nth time this week, and all your efforts to ignore it are futile.
Your imagination is so vivid tonight. You can just hear the front door unlock, like he’s coming home from a late night at work. You can hear him taking off his shoes and even hear him place them on the rack he bought for you guys when he moved in. The thing that boggles you most about how vivid your imagination is, though, is that you swear you hear him tip toe to the bedroom, where you’re at, as if he was trying to keep his presence hidden.
“Ah, fuck–” Baekhyun sounds like he may have stubbed his toe. Okay, there’s no way you’re imagining all this.
Eyes flying open, you bite back a gasp and strain your eyes to see in the dark. Then, seeing movement, you reach beside you and turn on the lamp light.
And, like a dream come true, there is Baekhyun, dressed in the same clothes he left in, but looked fresh out of the shower. He must have taken one before he came here.
“Baek..?” You croak, having forgotten you were in the middle of crying. You wipe your face then, embarrassed, but Baekhyun doesn’t seem to care about your messy state.
“Are you crying?” He whispers, frozen in the doorway. It’s cute and funny because he’s holding his foot (probably the one he stubbed), but staring at you so intently.
“I’m sorry.” You say instead, tears falling against your will. “I-I didn’t mean what I said, Baekhyun.” You cry, covering your eyes with your fists. “Please forgive me..”
“No, baby, it’s not your fault,” He coos, coming over immediately and sitting on the bed with you. He pulls you into his arms and you realize your imagination was nothing close to the real thing. You don’t know how you managed to convince yourself that the Baekhyun in your head was the same as the Baekhyun right here. “I didn’t mean to leave you alone for so long, I missed you.”
You accepted his apology before he even said it. The moment his warmth reached you, you practically sold your soul to Satan for this relationship. You’d never try and be petty ever again. “I missed you, too.” You breathe out after you’re satisfied with your time spent hugging.
“I know,” Baekhyun murmurs, pulling back and wiping your cheeks with his sleeve. His eyes meet yours in the dim lighting, since the lamp was only a night light, and he can see the depth of the pain you’ve felt in the passing days, worrying and wondering what had gone so wrong. He knows, because he had done the same.
His gaze lowers, down your beautiful face and and to the lips he hasn’t kissed in longer than it should ever have been. His fingers move up and trace the outline of them as he leans a bit closer, his eyelids falling gently as he realizes just how much he didn’t care about anything else but you.
He’s a breath away now, but he pauses, leaving your mind in a frenzy. What was happening? Were you misunderstanding? Surely he was trying to kiss you, wasn’t he? Did he change his mind? Is he still upset? The thought of him harboring ill feelings for you still makes you cry again, and he blinks away his stupor to look at your tears in surprise.
“Baek, please don’t be mad at me,” You beg him, grabbing his arms in a desperate attempt to keep him close. His eyes are wide as he watches you, his mouth parted dumbly.
“_____, I’m not mad.” He chuckles after shaking his head at you and wiping your cheeks again.
“I-I don’t get it.” You stutter, looking at him just as shocked. “Why won’t you kiss me, then?”
“It’s just..” He looks down again, but lower than your lips this time. You look down, too, confused at to what he was looking at. “Are you wearing my shirt?” Oh, you guess you are, aren’t you? When you look back up at him, even in the sucky lighting, you see the redness in his face.
“Y-Yeah… I said I missed you, didn’t I?” You mumble, embarrassed by his reaction. This wasn’t abnormal for you guys, so why was he so affected? “It.. smelled like you, a-and I don’t know, it was easier to imagine you were still here…” You explain yourself, but his expression change to a soft one, and he’s back to cupping your face, a small smile on his face.
“You don’t need to pretend anymore.” He says. “I won’t leave you alone like that ever again.” He promises.
And finally, he closes the distance between you two until there is none left. With his hands holding your cheeks and his lips on yours, it’s almost overwhelming and you have to move back slightly in order to compose yourself. He chases you, though, giving you no room to do that, and you end up falling down on the bed, Baekhyun’s weight holding you down. His lips press harder, and you realize the shirt thing must have put him in the mood without you realizing it.
His steamy kisses quickly get you moaning, and Baekhyun’s hands start moving to other places than your face. “Damn..” You hear him whisper when his fingers graze over your perky nipples. You gasp at the touch, sensitive from being alone for so long. Really, you swear it shouldn’t be possible to be this sensitive in such a short time. Baekhyun’s hands ghost over your skin, tickling you in the best ways and when his long digits slip in your underwear, you moan instantly for him to take you.
“Please, Baekhyun, I’m so wet. I need you.” You whine, bucking your hips against his palm. He watches you for a bit, feeling good about himself for seeing you so desperate for him to do more. “It’s been so long since I’ve had your dick in me, babe, please just fill me up.”
“Shush,” He whispers, slipping two fingers into your sex. He pumps them in and out for you, giving you some relief. “I’ll take care of you, just be patient.”
“I’m tired of waiting for you.” You pout, and you see him frown.
“You waited three days. What’s three more minutes?” He asks, taking his fingers back at your attempt to rush him. You immediately regret your words because now he’s just being cruel, unbuttoning his pants and whipping his half hard dick out. He touches himself, staring at you as you watch him jerk himself into full hardness. Your mouth is open and dammit you drool a little.
“God, you’re annoying.” You mumble, and he chuckles.
“I know.”
“Get over here already.” You tell him.
“Do you ever stop talking?” He asks, squeezing a little harder.
“Shouldn’t I be asking you that?”
“All I’m saying is that mouth can be put to better use.” He quirks an eyebrow when you gape at him, before you crawl over and push his hand away, replacing it with your mouth. “Oh fuc– I didn’t think you’d actually–” You don’t really listen to what he says anymore, doing your best to get him off fast so he’d have no time to enjoy it. If he was going to put off your own pleasure then you’d waste his.
“Ah.. ah, _____, if you keep doing that, I’ll–” His hands fist in your hair and he forces your head to bob at his own pace, choosing how deep he went but you know your boyfriend. He has no self control when he’s close, and he was trying to reach for it fast. “God, I’m–”
And then he cums, right in your mouth.
You swallow his load, taking your time to lick him clean before he yanks you up and pushes you onto your back. “Your turn,” He promises, shoving his fingers back inside of you and curling them instantly. You don’t have time to gasp at it because he does it again, making you moan his name instead. He was fingering you so roughly, hurrying to get you stretched open for him and it turned you on.
“Please just put it in.” You beg, and he kisses you sweetly as he listens to your request. Ohh it’s been so long, you think when he slips in with no resistance. You know he appreciates it because he groans in pleasure and immediately gets to work, rolling his hips and taking your breath away. He stays close, your bodies melded together as he rocks in and out of you. Your arms stay wrapped around his neck as his hands grope your ass, pulling you closer to meet his hips as he thrusts.
“Fuck, babe, I’m close already.” You say between kisses, and he starts nodding by your ear, signalling he was, too. You guess you weren’t the only one who was sexually deprived because when Baekhyun cums again he starts grinding, and he only does that when it’s intense. His penis is so far up in you you feel like he finished the last part of a puzzle, a satisfying privilege that only Baekhyun can meet. His climax sends you right into yours and you hold a vice grip on his rod, drawing out both of your peeks.
Once you two collapse on one another and he slides out of you gently, you start crying again and kiss his shoulder. “Uwhh.. I’m sorry, I love you. Please don’t forget that.” You say, hugging him and never wanting to let go.
“I’m supposed to say that,” He whispers, kissing your neck. “I won’t walk out ever again. From now on, I’ll talk my problems out with you.”
Short Story: Runaway Part 3, starring OT12. WARNING: Mild Language, family problems, rule breaking, and mentions of bullying.
Genre: Biker!AU, Fluff, Friendship, Slight Suspense
Word Count: 4,706
A/N: Haha late update.
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When midnight rolls around and you hear the revving of engines, you and Yuri are already waiting out on the porch. She kept fidgeting, asking you how her hair was and if she looked fine. "You look nice." You tell her for the nth time, smiling at her nerves. "Don't be so tense. They're really easy to get along with." You remind her.
She nods, trying to take your word for it. Just as the boys start circling the streets, you run out to the road waving. "Hey, guys!" You greet when a few of them stop and climb off their bikes.
For a moment, you're afraid that you greeted the wrong motorcycle gang, because none of them say anything, just stare. But it has to be them, you can see Minseok in the back without his helmet. Finally, one of them runs over to you.
"You actually came!" Yixing exclaims, wrapping you up in a fierce embrace. You grunt at the strength of it, but it doesn't hurt. It's a nice kind of pressure. He still had his helmet on, so you could only tell it was him by his voice.
"Well, why wouldn't I?" You ask him when he pulls away.
"Are you kidding?!" Jongin exclaims, coming in for his turn (again, you only recognize him by his voice). "Soo told us all about your dad! He sounds terrifying..." Then, guiltily, he says, "You don't mind if I never drive you home, do you?"
You burst out laughing, shaking your head. "Oh, come on, my dad's not scary at all!" You tell him, and he widens his eyes skeptically. You feel what you think is Baekhyun and Sehun tackle you at the same time before adding, "He was just being cautious because he's never met a biker."
"Hey, who's that?" Minseok quips, riding up on his bike and nodding to your porch. He hasn't worn a helmet since you've met him, and you briefly wonder if that's legal before looking back and realizing that Yuri never followed you out. She must still think she's not welcome.
"That's my sister." You say, looking back at your friends. "You don't mind if she comes, do you?" You ask.
"Your dad isn't making her babysit you, is he?" Jongdae inquires, wrinkling his nose in distaste. He must have heard the story from Kyungsoo, too.
"No, I invited her." Then, biting your lip, you mutter, "That's fine, right?"
"Your sister?" Chanyeol pipes up. He pulls off his helmet to get a better look at her, his cheeks coloring slightly. "Why's she still over there?"
"I think she's worried you all won't like her." You say truthfully, looking back at her. After a moment, you wave her over, and she comes. "This is Yuri," You introduce her. A chorus of "what's up" and "hey" sound about, which makes her smile.
"Hope I'm not intruding." She waves, to which many of the boys shake their heads at, smiling. YiFan pulls off his helmet and asks her who's she's riding with.
"Oh, she can ride with me." Chanyeol offers a little too eagerly, and Yuri glances at him in shock. "I prefer it if you sat in the back, though." He grins easily.
"I'm guessing you're Chanyeol, then." Yuri laughs, walking over. He gapes at her, then looks at you.
"You talked about me?" He asks while handing Yuri his helmet and leather jacket. She takes it silently, but looks mildly surprised at the act before donning herself in the gear.
"I talked about all of you." You clarify, so he doesn't feel any more special than the rest of them. He gets the hint and laughs at it, shaking his head at you in embarrassment.
"Get on, _____, we only have a few hours to ride tonight." You hear Junmyeon say something behind you. You're about to climb on the back of his bike when Yixing suddenly reaches out and grabs your arm.
"No, ride with me this time." He begs, and you blink at him in surprise.
"What? No way, I'm driver." Junmyeon argues, and you sigh at the both of them. Suddenly, you remember what your sister said a few hours earlier about them all having a thing for you, and you blush brightly in the moonlight. There's no way it's real, but the way they're acting right now is strangely desperate...
"Rock-paper-scissors, for God's sake." YiFan complains when the two keep going back and forth. Junmyeon throws out a fist, while Yixing throws out paper. Triumphantly, he whisks you away to his own bike while you watch Junmyeon's shoulders sink in defeat.
"You're both dorks." You tell Yixing when you're seated behind him, arms wrapped around his lithe waist.
"I just don't know how many nights you'll choose to come out and spend with us, so I want my turn to ride with you before you decide you have something better to do." Yixing says when the boys begin to ride down the street.
"What?" You ask in surprise, looking up at the back of his helmet. "I wouldn't do that." You feel him shrug, but he doesn't say any more because he's busy focusing on following the guys down the road.
The second time riding with them is just as exhilarating as the first time. You watch in awe as they maneuver around one another, Chanyeol being extra flashy just to impress his rider. Without a helmet this time, your hair is blown back in the wind, and sometime during the drive you pressed your cheek against Yixing's back to try and block it, to no avail.
The wind may not have died down, but neither has your beating heart. Curse your sister for making the boys' innocence seem like they have ulterior motives. Would it be so surprising, though? They had immediately accepted you into their environment even without any formal initiation, but you liked to think it was because you just belonged. Feeling a little insecure, your arms unconsciously tighten around Yixing's waist.
Tonight the guys bring you to a railroad, the tires on their bikes rumbling over the grass and gravel. Finally, once you've trailed along the side of the tracks for about ten minutes, they stop and climb off their bikes. Sehun is the first to make a beeline towards the abandoned train cars, jumping straight into an open one and rolling around like an idiot. Baekhyun and Jongdae follow a second after, joining the youngest on the metal floor.
You shake your head in amusement, before witness Chanyeol pick your sister up princess style and carry her over there, too. You at first became overprotective, before realizing she was wearing heels. Chanyeol must have thought it would be dangerous for her to walk on the tracks with them on and out of the kindness of his heart (or from the blush on his cheeks) to carry her over them. You watch their silhouettes move in the dark of the night, reminiscing over their already forming bond. Maybe the reason you got along so well with the boys was because they were just that accepting of strangers.
Yixing is discreet as he slides off his bike, pulling off his helmet and hanging it on the handle. He watches you watch Chanyeol, before slipping his arms underneath your legs and lifting you off his ride. You yelp in surprise, latching onto his neck for support and making him laugh. "Y-Yixing?! What are you doing?" You see Junmyeon and YiFan throw you worried glances before Yixing replies to you.
"I saw you so wistfully staring at my giant friend over there and thought you might want the same treatment." He muses, already approaching the train tracks. "Was I wrong?" Well, he was, but you weren't going to deny a free princess carry.
"Nope," You giggle, kissing his dimple in thanks. He's probably the only member who has kissed your own cheek, so you felt it was finally time to finish the round. He doesn't say anything, but you see the way his smile broadens ever so slightly before jumping onto the railroad and lifting you up into the train car. Immediately after setting you down, you pull him up beside you and you both sit on the edge as the other members make their way in, too.
"So.. is there any reason as to why we're here?" You hear your sister ask from somewhere inside the car. It was too dark inside to see her, but you know she was still by Chanyeol because his voice pipes up next.
"Yeah, the guys all prepared something fun." He says, a layer of anticipation in his tone.
"Sort of like last time, _____." Jongin tells you as he climbs in. Now that all the guys are seated together, you hear the rustling of a bag and then the click of a lighter. Lu Han holds the flame in front of him, the small fire illuminating everyone's faces barely enough for you to see them. Then he carefully pulls out something that looks like a stick and lights it.
It burts and sparkles, and you realize with a grin that the boys really enjoy bringing these out.
"This is so cool." Your sister murmurs, watching the sparks fly and hit the floor with a grainy sound. It almost sounded like rain, and you all watch in awe until the light gradually dies out. Then, the lighter is back on and another stick is lit, and the process repeats. After the third one, the boys start rambling, sharing stories for you two to hear and laugh at.
"One time," Junmyeon begins comically. "Kyungsoo had brought out our scrapbook and YiFan and I saw a photo of us in there." He says, and you glance at Kyungsoo, who starts laughing since he already knows the end of this tale. "We were trying to figure out who took the picture, when YiFan says--"
"Can't you tell a different story?" The other guy interrupts, clearly embarrassed about whatever this was about. The boys all erupt in laughter, before Junmyeon continues.
"He said, 'Myeon, I think you took this picture. Or did I?'" You see YiFan buries his face in his arms. "Then I told him, 'Yah, we're both in the picture! How is that possible?!'" This time you and your sister burst out laughing, you throwing your head back and your sister leaning forward to clutch her stomach. It really wasn't that funny of a story, but YiFan's reaction right now was making it more amusing that it should be.
You sympathetically reach out to pat his knee and he lifts his head finally to meet your eyes shyly.
"Oh, oh, I have one I can't tell." Zitao exclaims, raising his hand for attention. "It's not a funny story, it's a scary one." You're excited to hear it, but you watch the guys roll their eyes at him.
"Tao, you're scared of everything." Minseok chides, lifting an eyebrow at him.
"Well, yeah, but this time it was legit scary! I actually ended up running away!" Zitao defends himself, turning red.
"Go ahead, I want to hear it." Surprisingly, your sister says this, and you're happy that she was becoming invested in the guys like you have. There was also a very, very small part of you that wanted them all to yourself.
"Thank you, so..." It wasn't anything too terrifying, like the boys hypothesized, but you know that if it were you in that situation, you would have gotten frightened also. Your sister doesn't think so, though.
"Haha, that really wasn't as creepy as I thought it would be." She chuckles, and the guys all agree with her.
"What! I thought it was kind of scary." You admit in shock.
"That's because you're also afraid of everything." Yuri reminds you in amusement. "Remember that one time I brought home a butterfly and you ran into your room?" Groaning, it's your turn to hide your face, except you press it against Yixing's shoulder and bite your lip.
"Why do you have to bring up the most shameful one?" You ask her in defeat.
"You're afraid of butterflies?" Sehun questions, lips parted in surprise. "They're harmless, though." You nod, already knowing this. "Explain." He demands lightly, wanting to understand.
"I don't know, they're just scary looking." You shrug, moving away from Yixing's arm. "No.. scary isn't the right word.." You purse your lips in thought and they wait patiently for you to gather it. "They're beautiful little things, but when one comes near me, my automatic reaction is to run away. I don't know why. I just get scared whenever they're around."
"Sounds like a phobia." Baekhyun comments. "A phobia is having the irrational fear of something, so maybe there isn't an actual reason for it." He informs and you nod in acceptance, finding that explanation logical. The sparkler dies and you all wait for Lu Han to light another one before continuing your splurge of stories. It was fun and interesting, hearing about things they've done together in the past. You really appreciate the atmosphere and get comfortable, putting your weight on Yixing when he tentatively puts his arm around your shoulders. It was a mindless action, leaning against him, because you were so engaged in the conversation you didn't realize you had done it.
"Yah, let's talk about the road trip. I'm tired of being the butt of your jokes." YiFan whines, and you don't know why you're always surprised to hear him act so cutely. Maybe it's because of his strong exterior, but unfortunately(?) for him, the members thought it would be fun to bring up every embarrassing thing he's done or said to keep the mood light. To his credit, he did put up with it for longer than you expected, so it was only expected they would cave to his request and change the subject.
"Right, have you decided if you're going or not, _____?" Chanyeol asks you ecstatically.
"Wait, what's this all about?" Yuri chimes in before anyone else can say something. She's looking at you with an expression you can't quite place, but you do know that it makes you on edge. You unconsciously place your hand on Yixing's thigh for comfort.
Seeing your silence, YiFan explains it to her. "At the end of the month we're heading out of town on a road trip together. _____ was invited against my better judgment, but I was outvoted." He says. Yuri nods gratefully at him for telling her the details, but she's still looking at you with that face.
"What?" You ask her, tired of the wait.
"Don't 'what' me! Does dad know you're going?" She asks.
"I don't even know if I'm going!" You retort, more defensively than you meant to. She was coming at you though, even worse, in front of your only friends. You felt attacked, weak, and you didn't want to appear so.
"Well, have you at least let dad know you were thinking about it? Or were you planning on running off with them just like the first time?" She snaps, and you wonder if it was really a good idea to bring her. Why was she being so hostile now?
"Yuri, of course I'll tell him, but only when I decide. I'd only waste his time and make him worry if I told him I might be going and then decide not to." You try to say calmly, rationally, and thankfully she backs off a little, accepting that response.
"Sure, okay, but what you did was pretty shitty."
The sparkler dies, and so does your voice.
In the short period of darkness, you seize your chance to slip away from Yixing and slide out of the train car, your tears barely at bay before you're running down the tracks and away from all of them. You hear someone following close behind you and try to out run them, but they easily keep up with you and you finally stop when you feel your chest twist unbearably with hurt.
You abruptly fall to your knees, sobbing, and instantly a pair of arms wrap around your kneeling form and comfort you. Had you not just been in these arms, you wouldn't have recognized it was Yixing. "It's okay, _____, you can cry until you feel better." It was the kindest thing he could have said in that moment and you feel your heart sway in comfort. You weakly hug him back, letting yourself bask in his scent and breathing until you've finally stopped the tears.
"I hate myself." You whisper, and you know this is a reoccurring problem for you. You think you're fine, that you're happy, and then you fall right back into self hatred. You hope this time you don't feel it for too long. "I'm always running away from my problems, Yixing. Even now I did. How will I ever change?" You croak, guiltily pulling away from him. If you could stop touching him altogether you wouldn't have minded it, but he was still keeping you close in fear of you losing you entirely.
"_____, it's alright to scared or anxious, and it's alright to want to run away." He says gently, pushing your hair out of your face while you sniffled. "Us guys feel that way all the time, especially when we first formed this group. We weren't all this close before." He says.
Unable to imagine it, you murmur, "Really?"
"Yeah, in fact, I used to get in fist fights with YiFan and Kyungsoo all the time." Your eyes widen this time. Those three were probably the last ones you imagined every getting in an physical fight. If anything, your bets were on the rowdier ones like Baekhyun and Jongdae. "You know that cut on YiFan's eyebrow? I did that, I pulled a blade on him." You gasp lightly, and you see him glance the other way. "It's not something I'm proud of, in fact, I regret it, but that was our way of venting before we realized it might be better to talk things out." He chuckles then, looking back at you and sitting on his butt to get more comfortable. "The first time we ever talked about our problems was the awkwardest night of my life, but it was worth it. After that we managed to get along just fine, and now they're my best friends in the world."
You don't really understand where his point in telling you this was, despite your appreciation of him sharing it in the first place. Then, he says, "So the first step in changing your ways, _____, is to face your fears. Even if you're afraid of doing something, do it anyways. That's what bravery is." He finishes wisely, flashing you an encouraging smile.
You nod silently, taking in his advice before shutting your eyes. "I don't really want to go back there..." You know that if you did, you'd end up feeling even more embarrassed than if you stayed and defended yourself. To your surprise, Yixing nods in understanding.
"You don't have to. I can drive you back." He offers, and his empathy gives you a strength you didn't realize you could gain from another person.
"I'll try," You declare, wiping your eyes fiercely. Since when did you become such an open cry baby? "It'll be my first step to facing my fears, right?" You say, and Yixing chuckles, helping you stand up.
"Good choice." He praises you, patting your head.
You both take your time wandering back to the train car, and you ran farther than you thought. You mentioned this to Yixing, and he nods, eyes widening as he tells you how he thought he might have to run a marathon is you decided to run any longer. It made you laugh and you quickly felt your mood rising. You felt yourself climbing out of that hole of self pity and stepping on the shore of pride. Maybe if you worked on yourself a little more, you wouldn't have to make other people worry in the first place.
By the time you're in front of the lit box again, you're in the middle of laughing at something Yixing said. "Oh, you two are back." Jongdae muses, pulling you up and then Yixing. "We were just saying how we thought Yixing was trying to hit on you during your weak moment." The guys all laugh and you feel yourself blush.
"Don't be so lewd, Dae, she was just using the restroom." Yixing tells him with a huff, and you don't deny his lie, thankful that he was keeping your tears with him a private thing.
"Oh, so you followed her like a creep?" Baekhyun adds playfully, a smirk dancing on his smooth lips. "I bet you enjoyed hearing her pee."
"You're sick," Junmyeon gags, not finding humor in their jokes. You laugh despite yourself, unable to help it when they were enjoying their selves this much.
The rest of the time went greater than you could have hoped. Yuri eventually apologized and you said you forgave her, and even reminded her that you were an adult and didn't need to report everything to dad even if she still had to. You said it lightly and elicited a laugh from everyone, even your sister. The sparklers ran out around 3:00 AM and the next thing you know, Yuri is yawning in exhaustion.
"You're sleepy already?" Chanyeol asks her, poking her cheek affectionately. You watch as she pouts, and expression you don't see often on her.
"I have a normal schedule, unlike you night owls." She motions towards all of you, and you see a few heads turn your way.
"Yah, you have a bad sleeping schedule like we do?" Lu Han mutters judgingly and you smack his arm for it.
"How else am I supposed to come out at night with you guys?" You ask him, and they all guffaw as Lu Han shyly laughs in realization.
The boys all end up rock-paper-scissoring again to see who would give you and Yuri a ride home. To Chanyeol's joy, he wins Yuri's presence and picks her up and places her on his bike, sliding his helmet on her head softly with a grin. It may be obvious to everyone by now that he's taking a liking to her, even if he didn't notice it himself. When Kyungsoo wins you again, Baekhyun makes a sound of protest.
"That'll be two nights in a row!" He argues, crossing his arms unsatisfied. You stifle the giggle you want to make and bite your lip in worry, not wanting them to fight about it. "It's not fair."
"Did you want to drive me back?" You ask him with a lift of your brow, and he turns to you with rapt attention. "You're getting to hyped about it, sounds like you’re the one who's trying to hit on me." Yixing laughs at your dig and Baekhyun flushes, before grinning at you in response and pinching your cheeks.
"What a silly girl, thinking you can beat me at teasing?" He asks you, puckering his lips. "Did you want me to hit on you? Because I can do that just as easily as I can blink." You squeal, pushing him back and running around the guys for protection as he chased you with a vicious laugh.
Rightfully, Kyungsoo gets the privilege of riding back with you and the other guys split up at your street's intersection, saying they'll meet up that the usual place when Chanyeol follows close behind you. They depart first, climbing off and walking to your porch just as Kyungsoo slows to a stop. He helps you climb from the motorcycle and when you're on your feet, he smiles at you.
"I'm glad that your family wasn't too upset with you about us." He says, before widening his eyes. "I mean, not us, us, but like, us, the gang, you know?" He stammers, making you giggle.
"Yeah, I understand." You tell him, and he relaxes. "I'm happy, too. I wasn't sure how it would turn out, but it ended up being really awesome." There's a short silence, before you see him start leaning in to peck your cheek in goodbye again, this time a safe distance away from any fathers who decided to ruin the moment. But, before he could, you quickly swoop in and kiss his cheek instead, making him blink in surprise. "Gotcha!" You chuckle at his shock, before he presses his lips together awkwardly.
"I... I think you make my heart beat too fast sometimes." He confesses, and you aren't sure how to react to that, staring at him with a half smile from your previous laughter.
"Yah, hurry up over there _____, Soo!" Chanyeol calls, Yuri standing akimbo beside him. "Yuri said your dad will come out if you don't come in." Hurriedly disregarding the strange situation that just happened between you and Kyungsoo, you bid him farewell and run up the steps of your house before hugging Chanyeol goodbye, too. Once you both are in and you hear the boys drive down the street, you give Yuri a suspicious look, which she returns with an innocent smile.
"Chanyeol likes you." You state.
"I can tell." She says, still smiling.
"You like him too, right?" You ask.
"Yeah, but I'm gonna wait until he says something." She admits. "What about you?"
"What about me?" You gasp.
"Don't you like one of them? Any of them?" She inquires, wanting the juicy details.
"What! No, I don't!" You exclaim, blushing madly. "A-At least, I don't think I do."
"Oh, how could you not know?" Yuri begs, wanting something to tease you about. "Doesn't your heart beat a little faster around any of them? I noticed you were a little clingy with that Chinese guy today, sorry, I haven't learned all their names yet. Is it him?" You shake your head furiously, hot from your blood rushing up so fast.
"No! I mean, my heart beats faster at any social interaction I have. It's not often I'm out with people who enjoy being around me." You say. You see her look sad for a moment, and you remember that she had told you it was her fault in the past for your seclusion. But, she quickly changes her expression before you can say anything and continues, poking your chest.
"It's different, _____. But if you can't tell, then at least figure out which one of them likes you. Because I still stand by what I said, excluding Chanyeol this time." She says.
"That they all like me..?" You mumble, still bashful at the idea.
Oh, what would you do if they all had a crush on you? There's literally no redeeming qualities about yourself that you can see besides the fact that you're physically strong. But they seemed more amused and impressed than attracted to your unsual brute strength. But.. Kyungsoo's word did feel a little suspicious to you. Is that something you just say out of the blue? Randomly? To a friend? You sure wouldn't, you'd only say it someone you had feelings for... but in that case...
Gah, should you really even be as touchy with them as you are? You wouldn't want to give off the wrong idea, they aren't females, after all. Maybe the cheek kissing was a little overboard, you realize, but they started it. You thought it was a platonic gesture, not a romantic one! Maybe they're just being flirty, they themselves admitted they were flirtatious naturally. It was only to be expected that they'd play around a little, if not a lot.
It was all too much for you to stress about, and you finalized that if it came up, then you'd deal with it then. You were sure of yourself when you came to this conclusion, feeling proud for coming up with some sort of solution, and headed off to your bedroom and mess around on your phone until you got tired enough to pass out. What you didn't understand was that putting something as important as this could be off was just another way of running away.
A/N: Pretty soon I'm going to have you guys choose your own paths. :p It'll eventually branch off into a choose your own adventure sort of series, so be ready when I present you with a decision next chapter (if you guys want it)!
