So, here's a prompt (which I so randomly came up with):
- Sehun and Suho as college friends, with typical Suho babying the hell out of Sehun. Like clingy, over the top, smothering.
- Y/N, Sehun's childhood friend, getting annoyed at Suho, because WTH is he being so clingy with Sehun for.
- Y/N suspects that Suho is gay and is trying to get advantage of Sehun. Girl is mad and irritated af at Suho also because she thinks Sehun cannot make time for her anymore.
- LOL, but Suho is not gay. Like 10000%.
- In fact, part of the reason why he befriended Sehun is because... Sehun is friends with you... his college crush.
- Or maybe that's the only reason he befriended Sehun idk HAHAHA.
- And well.. Sehun is, too. Like.. since kindergarten days, liking you.
- Sehun is in fact hanging out a lot with Suho because he is avoiding you, trying to suppress whatever feelings he got that blossomed for you.
- Bonus dialogues:
Suho: Boys and girls can't be just friends, Y/N.
Y/N: But how come Sehun and me are? We worked because we haven't been attracted to one another.
(Y/N looks at Sehun, grimacing at "attracted")
Y/N: *flustered* I-I-I mean.. I do not mean you are not good-looking. In fact you really are.. But we don't see each other as potential romantic partners.. (looks at Sehun) Right? (Laughs)
Sehun: Hmm.
Sehun: (pauses.. meaningfully)
Sehun: That's your opinion on things.
(Y/N shocked, nervously looking at Sehun, almost mouthing "What?")
Sehun: I guess, we see some things differently (smiles at you).
Themes: Angst, jun!portrait as described by OC, indicative of neurodegenerative disorders. Not graphic.
A/N: Re-posting with changes to fit the theme of EXO-L Revival Week 7
Word count: ~ 800
The weather is pleasant today. I feel brave enough to stare at the sun. In all her luminescent glory, she wishes to play peek-a-boo. Her lavish smile is the imperial glimmer of gold. I laugh. Her fleecy white veil can’t keep her from me forever.
I see you.
The weather is pleasant today. But the lush green meadow feels dreary. It’s such a fine day! Where are the children? I see no wicker basket flaunting her crisp checkered gingham. No sight of lovers nestled under the doting blossom tree. She’s forsaken by the song-birds and the bumbling bees. What did she do wrong? I’m heartbroken.
I see him.
He’s the only one here. He’s the only one I see. Was he here all this while? Pastel petals are in full bloom around him. Is he the bringer of Spring? She’s cold but not harsh, the wind. She has the privilege of caressing his raven mane with her wispy blue emanations. She’s trying to make him hers, tint him with the euphoric hues of the sky. I feel envious. I inch closer.
I see his eyes. In his iridescent orbs, the Universe seeks her myriad shades. Alas, his gaze is doleful. My heart meets his in vehement longing. Why? Every fragment of my broken heart craves his tender affections. Why? I inch closer.
I see his cheeks. The proud peaches and apples of opulent orchards obliterate in disgrace. His skin is porcelain. Nostalgic sepia toned sun rays ricochet off it’s surface….sun rays…. Ah! There she is. Stripped off her fleece blanket. I giggle, I see you! The amber of her lustrous tresses distract me for a fleeting moment. The rose-gold in the upward curve of his lips brings me back. Draws me closer.
I am enchanted. His lips are the palette for Nature’s exquisite flora. For the mauves, pinks, reds and maroons of corolla. I wonder what flavours this scarlet paradise holds. Sour. Salt. Bitter. Sweet? Like marshmallows? What do his lips feel like? Dew?
“Velvet?” I ask.
His gracious smile tugs at the strings of my fragmented heart. He is celestial. He is regal.
He is art.
I think I have seen him before. Perhaps in centuries old portraits that once adorned the walls of illustrious mansions. But I feel like I know him. I know the sound of his heart better than I know mine. I have known him in all of my past lives. I know him in every way a person can know another. I love him in every way a person can love another. I love him.
“Do I know you?”
His smile is made up of the hope of a new dawn. He’s putting the pieces of my heart together. Is he a sorcerer? He’s mending my heart. But it hurts.
It hurts to remember.
His pearlescent hands meet the wrinkled grey skin of my face. The cold metal of his finger sets my soul ablaze. His rosebud lips are on the dazzling cut stone resting on my digit. Dewy, not velveteen. For how long has it been here? The diamond?
It hurts to remember.
My eyes are stinging and my cheeks are wet. I am sucked into a whirlpool of phantom memories. The sound of waves crashing is as violent as the rain. The throbbing inside my head escalates.
I am in the arms of a stranger.
I pull away from him. I see sorrow in his eyes. I am terrified. No. He lets me go. Don’t let me go!
It hurts to remember.
I am being chased by a poltergeist of frayed reminiscences. I run. The rain beats down against my skin like sharp needles. Thunder roars.
I am terrified.
Seconds turn to minutes, minutes turn to hours, hours turn to days before I feel the bite of an ant on my arm. I see white. Like the stranger’s shirt. It’s familiar, the shirt.
It hurts to remember.
I feel lightheaded. I am spiralling into darkness.
I don’t feel pain.
I feel nothing.
***
The weather is pleasant today. I feel brave enough to stare at the sun. In all her luminescent glory, she wishes to play peek-a-boo. Her lavish smile is the imperial glimmer of gold. I laugh. Her fleecy white veil can’t keep her from me forever.
I see you.
The weather is pleasant today. But the lush green meadow feels dreary. It’s such a fine day! Where are the children? I see no wicker basket flaunting her crisp checkered gingham. No sight of lovers nestled under the doting blossom tree. She’s forsaken by the song-birds and the bumbling bees. What did she do wrong? I’m heartbroken.
— synopsis ➛ with a soft, calming mood. the two relished in their last moment together - with mutual understanding.
eunhye had ordered an espresso to warm up her body from the november air, it was chilly - korea slowly getting ready to transform itself for snow and the weather where many would be with their loved ones. except, her boyfriend and herself decided this would be the day where they would break up - with mutual understanding.
she had just returned from paris, spending time with her family for six months as part of her indefinite hiatus from her group. while the other five where performing hit-songs of the year, eunhye was coping with her mental health and trying to get back to a normal healthy lifestyle.
she felt out of place in the lush restaurant situated on the top of namsan tower, where only the rich could dine. don’t get me wrong - eunhye was a well-made woman, successful and humble...yet something felt wrong for her. she adorned a white dress that hugged her waist slightly and reached her lower leg mid-way, eunhye wore the rings she was gifted by her mother, as well as her promise ring with her boyfriend - junmyeon. her hair was tied up loosely, a few strands falling down the side of her face. she looked like she belonged there, but eunhye just wanted to spend time at a restaurant with not the best of furniture off the coast of jeju. but they had no time, they were idols after all.
her espresso arrived, the waiter grinned at her before placing it down. the singer muttered a ‘thank you’ with a tired smile. her boyfriend had entered, wearing a dress shirt, bow tie and black suit. eunhye nodded at him as he caught sight of her, basking in her dressed-up state. she looked very pretty tonight, eunhye wore simple things yet still managed to make junmyeon’s heart flutter with appreciation and warmth.
“long time no see ‘myeon.” she smiled, getting up from her chair and pulling her boyfriend into an embrace. while her arms wrapped themselves around his neck, junmyeon’s quickly wrapped his arms around her waist out of habit. the female situated her head on his shoulder for a few seconds before pulling back, their faces close to place a kiss like the old times before their romantic attraction fizzled out.
they sat themselves down without a kiss.
“how was it - paris?” junmyeon asked, taking off his coat while signalling for a waiter. eunhye felt her cheeks grow a light colour of pink, smiling (genuinely this time) she spoke up: “it was great, i got my mind off things. met up with old school friends, i even wrote poems - so many that i can’t list off of my 10 fingers.” she hesitated before speaking up, “how have you been with the comeback?”
junmyeon felt himself getting shy, so he played with the cutlery on the table. “it’s been a crazy few weeks, preparations for the comeback has worn me out, individual schedules. it’s been over the place, but it’s all going to have a good outcome. for the fans, and for myself - i guess. i’ll be more opinionated this comeback.” he chuckled at the end, looking into his girlfriend’s eyes.
where they even boyfriend and girlfriend still? that’s what confused eunhye the most. he had someone else, she knew it because he told her.
“how’s moving on?” eunhye asked, eyes big with curiosity. she wasn’t mocking him, she was looking out for him. she didn’t even know why she was curious, so curious too. maybe because she wanted to compare herself to the newer, prettier person that was making him happy. it was one of her many toxic traits, the constant comparison with better people. she always referred to them to objects, and she hated herself for it. but what can she do? she was envious.
the smile on junmyeon’s face was now sitting awkwardly, he stared into eunhye’s eyes. she was keeping it together, at least that’s what he wanted to believe. he coughed, the waiter placing his drink down.
“she’s doing okay, we’re moving slow right now.” he said, picking up the glass to his lips as he sipped the peppermint tea. eunhye nodded, looking down at her promise ring. she pondered on two situations, giving it back to the buyer, or keeping it for the receiver. she looked up, her fingers twisting the one carat diamond ring. his taste in fashion was expensive.
she kept the ring.
“you know it’s hard being nice to your label-less partner? is partner even the right word? what even are we or rather were we junmyeon? we agreed this would be our final day - i get it. but it just doesn’t feel right. we’ve already broken up a few months back, but i just want to know why you called me - saying we should have our last day together. what do you want from me, ‘myeon?”
junmyeon felt himself sinking into his seat, he knew eunhye wouldn’t like this but today was important for them because, “i still want us to be friends eunhye, remember we were friends before this and i appreciate you a lot in my life. you could pull out of this relationship we have - it’s okay.” he replied, eyes suddenly filled with worry.
junmyeon always treated her softly, warmly, with worry - eunhye at first believed he cared and she still wanted to believe it still. but - she knew she looked weaker than him, she hated how he viewed her as fragile china plates that were on the brink of breaking. so she smiled, a hum emitting from her throat.“don’t worry junmyeon. i’ll stay as your friend.” she laughed, patting his hand that was playing with the handle of his tea cup.
just as junmyeon saw her as an important factor in his life, eunhye knew a life without her ex-lover and long-time friend would be strange - foreign. she wasn’t ready to explore that lifestyle. it was toxic, that’s why the girl hated relationships and interactions so much.
they spent their last moments together with jokes, their drinks left to the side as they cooled down. eunhye and junmyeon would laugh at their old memories together, eunhye recommending him a novel she read while on a train journey in paris. showing him what her cousin’s daughter had dressed up for halloween, it was well-used time.
so when junmyeon drove her to her new apartment, he opened her door to help her out of his car - she held his hand one last time, hauling herself to exit his expensive car and quickly let go. eunhye looked at her building complex, the winter wind letting her hair brush across her face - messing up her simple hairdo.
“see you soon junmyeon.” eunhye smiled and he smiled back, before she walked off into the building. his heart hurt a bit, but at least she’d be happier.
yet when eunhye entered her furniture sparse apartment, her heart sunk just as she did. her body slid down the door, falling to the ground - the cool floor opposing the hot tears falling down her rosy cheeks.
the woman just wanted him to hug her tight before it would be their last day of intimacy. it was over, junmyeon closed the book - leaving eunhye mid-way with a crushed heart.
I had fallen, and the sharp glance he threw my way only further confirmed that fact. Cold glances set sparks shooting up my spine and exploding in my chest where they set my heart aflame and burned it alive. The room had an eerie silence to it, slow breathing being the only sound heard. Shadows towered over the table where we sat, covering his face with a dark overlay. Kim Junmyeon never gave much care about the people or things surrounding him, and tonight was no exception. He sat slouched, uncaring; a statue of harsh nature, beautiful, but cold. Dinner plates were placed down, maids bustling about. I sat straight for them, a smile plastering itself onto my face, creating a front. The room became empty again, and I dared a glance at the figure across from me. Upon seeing my front, Junmyeon raised a single eyebrow and it shattered. Silence had become a necessity between the two of us; business partners, that's the extent of our relationship, but moments of unprofessionalism filled our past and my head alike. It pounded with the memories that suffocated me whenever I allowed my mind to wander, even for a second, adrenaline rushing through my body, feeling so low when reality settled in.
"Eat," Junmyeon commanded, sharp and cold, like his usual disposition.
My hands responded to his command before my brain had time to process what they were doing, grabbing ahold of my silverware and pausing while I let my mind wander to the possibility of him caring, before killing the thought off and continuing my actions. His mouth stayed sewn shut after that, knives scratching against glass being the only sound heard for the following minutes. My heart felt so low in the isolation, but the way his eyes followed my movements informed me that tonight would be an unprofessional one, and I would soon be filled with the familiar rush of adrenaline that haunts my mind. Junmyeon finished eating and set his silverware down, his stare continuing to pierce through me. Not at all embarrassed by his actions, he leaned back, taking small sips from his glass. The steak became heavy in my throat, and the act of swallowing became more difficult under his eyes. I gave up and left my steak half eaten. Staring back at him, I waited for him to make the first move. As always, he eventually did, standing and grabbing ahold of my arm. He kept a firm grip as he lead me upstairs. Strange that we're strictly professional, yet he knows the way to my room. His movements became less harsh as we reached my doorway, far away from any wandering eyes. Placing his hand on the small of my back, he pushed me in front of him and shut the door behind us. We were alone, and yet, I felt nothing but my heart still sinking. He didn't move his hand like expected, only continued to lead me. I allowed myself to melt into his warmth before it was torn away. He sat me down on the edge of my matress and towered over me, studying me. I felt a shove on both my shoulders and came in contact with soft satin. Only a second passed before he towered over me once more. One of his hands sat beside my head, keeping him balanced, while the other slipped under my nape, making sure I stayed in place. Junmyeon's eyes scanned over me, tearing me apart. I tried to stay emotionless, he didn't like it when emotions were involved.
"You're tired," He stated.
Tired? Yes, possibly, or maybe my heart had been sinking and the only one who could save it couldn't be bothered to do so.
"I'll leave," He said, slipping his hand from my nape. "You sleep."
He stood and turned, ready to leave.
"Wait," I grabbed ahold of his sleeve.
My mind swirled in confusion, faintly aware of its own actions. He stopped, looking back, awaiting the rest of my sentence, his face stone cold and impatient.
"Stay with me," I finally requested, "please?"
He hesitated, looking shocked for the first time since I had met him, but he eventually nodded, climbing under the sheets with me, where I forced myself into his warmth. In his arms is where I had always wanted to be, but being there, I had never felt more alone.
Hey dear! Thank you for your hard work! I would like to request a one shot (ple dm if the ask arrived my tumblr is weird) and you’re free to delete it. I would like to read a pregnant Y/N (in you instead of I pov) who has an argument with her husband Suho. She’s already feeling sick but after the argument she feels a sharp pain. Suho regrets his doings after she almost miscarriages but happily everything is fine with both, y/n and the baby. Thank you for your hard work! Have a nice day! ❤️💚💞
Genre: Angst, Smut, Soulmate!AU, Professor!AU (It only gets a bit inappropriate in the end, you can skip the smut)
Words: 6,104
Synopsis: You were a sucker for romance. You’ve always looked forward to meeting your soulmate, the one that would fill your dreams every night. You imagined your future soulmate to be someone of your age, maybe taking the same classes as you do in the university. Sure, your soulmate was in the same university as you, but he was your professor. With the existing stipulations and his morals, would you be ever able to make it work?
You're born a believer of love. Well, believer is an understatement. You were a sucker for romance. You dreamt of finding your own Landon Carter even if you're nothing near a Jamie Sullivan. The Notebook made you tear up a lot, repeatedly. And you couldn't even start talking about how Jack died for Rose on the numbing cold of the Arctic.
Maybe that's why you really, extremely, looked forward in finding your soulmate. The man who would be on your dreams every night once you meet him. The man who will make you feel something unexplainable, an electric shock of perfection, the first time you touch.
But you certainly never imagined that it would be in this kind of situation.
You imagined your future soulmate to be someone of your age, maybe taking the same classes as you do in the university. You'll see each other in the classroom, and you'll start dreaming about him that very night. You'll dream of your future, your past lives, what could happen, what happened, and everything in between. Just like how your room mate Lea met Baekhyun, he was in the same year as the both of you and they took the same elective subject. And it was all fantasy and fairytales brought into life afterwards.
Sure, your soulmate was in the same university as you.
But he was your professor.
Professor Kim of Contemporary Asian Literature was sure a wonderful breathe of fresh air in the line of old, strict, tenured professors of the University. You have to take his subject as a part of your last year in the University studying a major in literature. You've heard he's a hardworking overachiever so he got his Master's degree on an early age. You surely see the attraction of all his students that went crazy over him. He wasn't just handsome, we was exceptionally smart. The way he speaks in class just demanded attention and respect.
You thought you'll peacefully end with that. Having a crush with your teacher was a normal thing for people, wasn't it?
But you dreamt about him, continuously. It was Kim Junmyeon every night. Getting rid of the previous dreams of just the beach, the mountains, any other sceneries that was void of any human being. Your dreams now found its subject, and it was the man who stood two hours in front of you every Thursdays and Fridays in a lecture hall. It was the man who, as stated by the university handbook and general human ethics, cannot engage in any form of relationship with you besides the professional. The man that was 8 years older than you.
Your soulmate is Kim Junmyeon.
And now you were standing in his office as he asked to meet you after classes. You knew he had the dreams, too. There was unease whenever you were the only one raising your hands in class. There was a notable discomfort everytime you turned in your paper, coming from both sides.
And now you're in his office, with him on his chair behind his desk.
"Do you have it too?" Junmyeon muttered in monotone. But there was a hint of curiosity in his voice.
"The dreams?" You tried to clarify.
"So you do." It wasn't a question. It was more of a declaration.
The professor stood up and went around his table, he found his way to the chair in front of you. He looked at you intently, as if searching for an answer in his immeasureable number of questions. You should feel happy, right? That you finally have the one you were fated to be with your whole life. The one who will make you feel complete and perfect, was now in front of you. Living, breathing, and all too perfect - someone who exceeded your expectations.
Instead, you felt nervous.
You saw him reach out his hands to yours, slowly clasping your fingers together. His hands were bigger than yours but it seemed like a perfect fit. But there you felt it - the sudden rush of warm feelings from your hands to your whole body. As if you're a paper suddenly ignited from your hands that hastily crept up to all othe sides, crevices, and nooks of your body. A phenomenon your mom struggled to explain when you were a child. All they said was you'll only know it when it happened. And this was it.
Junmyeon's face painted of shock, you were too mesmerized to even say anything.
"You?" Was all he managed to say.
"I don't know." You knew, but your mind and your tongue refused to coordinate.
"This can't be." You feel all of your emotions drag down suddenly. As if your soul was taken away from your body then forced back in. This can't be was surely something you didn't want to hear from your soulmate when you discover him.
"What do you mean?" You tried hard not to cry. This was like one of your biggest dreams crashing to hell. You expected it to be perfect, romantic, wonderful. Not a "this can't be."
"You're a student. You're my student." He started shaking his head. He stood up and went back behind his desk.
"This must be a mistake." Junmyeon mutters under his breath but you hear it vividly. He shook his head in disbelief and a sour taste filled your mouth and you feel a sudden pang on your chest. You shifted from a sad emotion to a state of annoyance.
"Yeah, it must be." You replied sarcastically.
"You need to transfer to another university immediately." It wasn't a question but a command, to which your forehead wrinkled to.
"With all due respect, Sir. I understand that you might not like me, but I couldn't just transfer schools just because fate didn't give you the woman of your dreams." You couldn't even hide the annoyance in your tone. Who in the world does he think he is?
Junmyeon sat straight on his chair and cathed his forehead in his hands. A sigh of exhasperation escaped his mouth. "You could atleast drop out of my class." His hands joined together over his lips.
"Can't. Your subject is my major and I'll be delayed for graduation if I drop out of it. I'm running for honors, sir." You calmly explained, demeanor not matching his.
He just sat there, elbows on his desk and hands clasped together, looking at you as if thinking on ways he could throw you away.
"Let's just pretend this never happened. That you and I, are not..." Your hand pointed on him and back to you, but you couldn't even bring yourself to say the word soulmate. It didn't feel like he was yours, at all.
"Destined to be stuck with each other." He continued as you trailed off. His choice of words stung a bit.
"Yeah, if that's how you put it. So, strictly professional. I wouldn't even talk about it to anyone. And I believe you wouldn't, too." You tried to smile a little bit as if trying to uplift the situation. As if pretending you've never met your soulmate was a happy incident.
He nodded and you reached out your hand to his for a handshake, to which he obliged to. And there it was again, the unexplainable fleeting feeling the moment Junmyeon's skin touched yours.
This pretending thing is gonna be a hard thing to do.
Your life was all back to normal, except for the fact that it wasn't. You're sure that Junmyeon intentionally acted as if you did not exist at all during his classes. He has never made eye contact with you since the day on his office. It's alright for you if he wasn't teaching a major subject that you badly needed to ace. He didn't call you for recitations even if you were the sole student who raised hands. It came to a point that you just stopped trying all throughout as you looked like a moron raising your hand to nothing during his class.
He never looked at you in class even when handing in papers. You were thankful that he still graded you fairly on such essays and papers or else your grades would flunk in the lack of class participation. You'd be lying if you say that it didn't hurt, to be disliked and flat out rejected by the person who was supposed to make you whole. And it's stupid that this soulmate system was just meant to draw you into him even more, even if he exerts the same force on pushing you away.
You never told Lea and Baekhyun about this, as promised. The fact that your Contemporary literature professor was your soulmate was a secret you kept to yourself. No one would believe it anyway. And if they did, they'll surely only ridicule the hell out of the situation.
The dreams never went away nor lessened. Junmyeon was of constant presence in your haze. Some of which were too vivid that it made you feel something. Somehow it felt so real when he touched your face under the cherry blossoms on a wonderful spring day. He wore a long trenchcoat in that episode of your dreams, making him look like a renaissance man of the 1950's - all too classy and too attractive. And how on point was his voice in your dreams? Only there he wasn't speaking about points to consider in your literary work, or the excerpt from the most recent Paulo Coelho novel. There, your professor spoke of how much he loved you, how much he longed for you, all the sweet nothings combined with the small connections of skin to skin that you surely felt as if it was real.
But then you go to class again, and see how much he exudes indifference towards you. And you have to remember that you're only falling for the dream version of Junmyeon, not the one that's actually present in your life.
"Have you decided who you'll come with on Student's Night?" Lea asked beside you, peering over her desk and her hands resting the pencil on her lips.
Ah, yes. This soulmate thing actually led you to forget about the Student's Night. You swear you've been looking forward for the night wherein students up for graduation all just come together and have their one last bang as they say. You expected to actually meet your soulmate on that night, maybe someone from a different major like engineering or the sciences. But yeah, Junmyeon happened.
"No one asked me yet. And I'm thinking if I should go." You answered with a blank expression. You didn't want to miss the once in a blue moon chance for you to have an excuse to dress up nicely. But you don't want to look pathetic going there alone while all your friends have their hands linked with their boy of the night.
"Of course you should! I heard from Baek that Jongin actually wants to ask you out. I'm surprised he hasn't made a move yet." Your eyes widened at Lea's comment.
"Jongin? Kim Jongin of the dance troupe, you say?" You chuckled a little in disbelief, you knew Jongin from Algebra class a few years back. But he just blossomed into this campus crush when he became the star of the dance troupe. You didn't think he'll remember you.
"Yeah, apparently Baek hangs out with him and suggested you go together. So maybe we could still stick with you for the night and it won't be awkward." That actually made sense. Maybe if you go with Lea and Baek, and his friend, it wouldn't be such a weird thing to stick together.
"I'll go if he asks me." Lea answered with a big smile.
"I'll tell Baek that your up for it."
And that's how you found yourself sitting in an American style diner in front of Kim Jongin. Beside him was Baekhyun and Lea was giggling beside you, too. You could tell that they're being giddy feeling that they're good matchmakers, but you know that's only because neither of them knows you've already found your soulmate.
Baek ran the conversation, being the loud dog that he is. You and Jongin just laugh along and make comments every now and then. That was until the couple excused themselves from the table to play arcade or whatever. You know that it wasn't gonna be arcade that they're playing tonight. And that they did that to get the two of you alone.
You heard Jongin call your name. "It's been a long time since I talked to you hasn't it?"
"Yeah. First term of second year, I think?" You said with a small laugh.
"So we could use a little catching up, I guess?" He said with his electric smile. Jongin is extremely attractive, even for you who already has a soulmate thing going on your mind. His golden tanned skin and eyes is a wonderful sight, indeed. You could feel a slight blush tint your cheeks, how many girls and guys would pay a hefty ton to be in your current situation? But still, you longed for your asshole of a soulmate.
You didn't even notice the time pass, it was already 10:30 when you checked your phone. It was a delight talking to Jongin, he had a perfect mix of humor and sense. He sent butterflies flying and tumbling in your stomach with a few of his jokes, and your face flushed red when he softly held your hand over the table. If you could only change the one destined for you, you think. If and only if.
"So, I guess I just had to ask this." You looked up to him, nodding as a gesture for him to go ahead.
"Have you already found your soulmate?" You felt a lump in your throat form on his question. You didn't want to lie, but at the same time you didn't think it would matter. Junmyeon already rejected you flat out.
"I haven't yet." You pursed your lips right after. You should've said I found him but he doesn't like me so I guess it's invalid.
"So you think we could try and get to know each other more?"
And it was an offer you couldn't refuse. But Junmyeon still lingered in your mind.
You tried hard to contain your mind with guilt when you entered class. Why were you guilty anyway? Junmyeon said that being your soulmate was a mistake. It was evident on how he avoided and couldn't even look at you. You're not sure if he just disliked you, it bordered on disdain and disgust. Were you that bad? Surely not, as you have Jongin up your sleeve.
But there was a certain shift in Professor Kim's demeanor. You're sure he looked at you with annoyance, or even anger on his eyes as he entered the room. Wow, what could've made it worse? From dislike to anger now. Just plummeting down the feelings line, aren't we?
You thought twice before handing in a due paper on the end of the class, even considering asking your seatmate to go and turn it in for you. But wouldn't that make you a sore loser? If Professor Kim doesn't care, why should you?
With your binder held to your chest, you walked to the front. You were the last to submit the paper and almost everyone was already out of the room. Did you just think about passing a paper for that long?
You put down the paper on the table without a word and left, but Professor Kim called out your name before you could do such.
"Going to student's night?" He asked in monotone.
"Yep." You popped your p, trying not to act as insolent as he does towards you.
"With someone, I presume." He said, still not looking at you as he fixed his bag and materials.
"Of course, I wouldn't even bother to attend if I'm to be alone. I'd look pathetic." You inserted a chuckle, trying to lighten up with Junmyeon. Even if you knew it was no use.
"Who?"
Your forehead knotted in confusion, why would he even ask? That's when his eyes met yours, filled with a scheme of seriousness - and pain, you thought. But you quickly redacted the thought as you remembered it was your indifferent soulmate we're talking about.
"Jongin. Kim Jongin, from Performing arts." You pursed your lips with a smile. You couldn't help but grab the chance to look at the man you were fated to love. His navy blue button down crisp and neatly ironed and tucked into his tailored black slacks.
"I've heard of him." He grabbed his bag and straightened his posture and you turned your back, figuring that it was time to leave. Yet you here your name being called back by Junmyeon once more.
"Can you avoid being touchy with others?" You uncontrollably let out a small huh on his statement. No, it was a mix of a plea and an order. And it was just weird for him to ask for such.
"Can't promise." With a snide smile, you walked out of the room.
You donned a black lace gown that fit your physique in all the right places. It's cut isn't revealing, but the material made you somehow feel seductive. You were good to go. You just had to up your game little bit, you don't want Jongin to regret going with you. Considering that he has a "image" to keep, and you needed to keep up with it.
Admittedly, you want Junmyeon to see you. You're not sure whether he is one of the professors that would overlook the event but you sure hope he is. You want him to see that you're fine, that it's not that much of a mistake being your soulmate, that maybe you fit into his standards more than he expected to.
Another thing is that you needed a bit of a push in your self esteem. Being rejected by your soulmate took a huge blow in your confidence. It was surely a great thing to have Jongin by your side as a reassurance that you're not unlikeable.
And you felt bad for using him that way.
The night was wonderful. Baek and Lea noticed the comfort between you and Jongin that they didn't hesitate having their alone time. Jongin started warming up to you a bit, and he asked you for a dance once the slow songs started.
You liked Jongin, that was one thing for sure. You'd be dumb if you proclaim that you're not one of the girls who flustered when his choreography in the dance team got a little bit sensual. It was a law of nature to be attracted to guys like him. And his personality was a huge wonderful surprise too. But it was also a law of nature that you're bound and attached to Junmyeon.
Fucking hell.
If you could change soulmates, you'd grab the chance to be with the guy who's tenderly holding your waist right now as you sway to John Mayer's Gravity. But you couldn't. You couldn't change the man who invaded your dreams in the night. The man you can't help but think about and care for and yearn for.
The man who was looking at you right now.
Shit.
You saw Junmyeon about a few meters away from the dancefloor. Intently looking at you as if you're doing something wrong. As if he's feeling pain. And that's when you realized you were almost hugging Jongin as you slow danced. Your chin resting on his shoulder and his head on yours. Junmyeon's body language was tense as he kept eye contact with you, clenching his fists.
To hell with that.
"Do you want to stay here, or..." You looked at Jongin. His face contorted in confusion in your statement. His eyes glistened a bit when he got what you implied.
"I mean, if you do its okay." You faked a shrug.
"No, no. I mean. It's getting a bit crowded too." He explained with a smile on his face.
"I don't think I want to go back to my dorm, the last time I've seen Lea and Baek was an hour ago." You both laughed
"We can go to mine."
You made sure to look at your professor-slash-soulmate as you exited the venue. You felt a bit of guilt but your immature side got the best of you.
You found yourself on the couch of Jongin's expectedly messy dorm. You sat on his lap sideways as your dress wouldn't allow you to straddle him. His lips were soft, his touch was careful as his hands from both of your arms, meeting at the exposed part of your back. Your hands were firm on both sides of his face, pulling him closer. It was a scene off a teenage high school movie, but there was only one problem.
You're thinking of Junmyeon. You're imagining of Junmyeon.
You pulled out with a gasp and a breath of air. You catched your breath and Jongin did, too. You got off of him and paced around the room, shaking your head. This is bad, you thought. You felt like cheating even if there was nothing between you and Junmyeon, and neither you and Jongin too. It was a weird triangle of disassociation yet you're here being guilty like a deer on headlights.
You already dreamt of Junmyeon that way. It was a night after he wore a tight fit crisp white button down on class, and it accented all his physique wonderfully. You blamed your hormones or your soulmate attraction that you weren't able to focus anything on the two hour class that day. But it bit you back at night. The dream was extremely vivid like the others but far more dangerous. You're sure that you never seen your professor half naked, but your mind pictured him right that way. You were straddling him and his hands were all over you. He left marks all over your neck and chest and his touch and kisses in the right places left you heaving as you moved your hips over him.
"What's wrong, (y/n)?" Jongin asked you, still sitting on the sofa in shock.
"It's just..."
"I'm sorry if I took your signal a wrong way, I was too fast." He apologized as he walked towards you.
"No, it's not a problem. It's just..." You sighed. You needed to tell Jongin or else if you let this go any further, conscience would eventually eat you up.
"I already met my soulmate."
"When? Who?" His face painted a scene of confusion. Here we go.
"It was even before we went out with Baek. Way before that."
"So why? Why did you still agree to go out with me?" He asked, his voice wasn't of anger but of sadness. You could already feel the guilt turn your stomach over yet you need to finish what you started and face the consequences of your choices.
"He, he rejected me." You dropped your face in sadness. It still stung to admit that. "He said that it had to be a mistake. So yeah, I'm basically still soulmate-less because he doesn't want me."
Jongin's expression turned sad even more, as if he empathizes with you.
"Man, that guy - who ever he is, made the worst mistake of his life in letting you go." Jongin's hands reached your cheek. "You still like him, don't you?"
"I mean, it's of nature to be yearning for your soulmate. It's just that, I didn't think finding my soulmate would hurt this bad. I'm sorry I lead you onto a wrong impression Jongin. But I can't do this. Who knows, I could be preventing you from finding yours, too." You sighed.
"I understand. Just know that I'm still here for you and that you're worthit, okay? Whoever he is, he'll realize that letting you go was something he'll regret."
And your guilt ate you up even more, Jongin was such a catch. Too bad he wasn't for you.
He dropped you back at your dorm, which was gladly void of Lea and Baek. You needed much time for yourself and think about things. You considered talking things through with Junmyeon, but you couldn't. You remember that you are still bound by the rules of the university and there will always be some hinder between the two of you. Whether that be his lack of feelings or the school rulebook.
You're lost in your thoughts until you were brought back to reality by a knock on your door. You, now changed into a loose shirt and shorts walked your way to the door. Maybe Lea left her keys in the frenzy of events with Baek and had to knock. So you didn't bother viewing the peephole.
"(Y/N)" Your jaw dropped at the figure standing in front of you.
He was still in his formal clothes, his white suit wonderfully fitting his body. A few accessories decorated his hand and his hair brushed up.
"Sir, what are you-" He didn't even let you finish your query.
"What in the hell were you thinking?"
"What?"
"I told you not to be so fucking touchy with that Jongin. Are you trying to kill me?" Your forehead knotted in confusion.
"First, it's none of your business. Why do you care anyway when you already rejected me? Second, how did you know? I never thought the smart professor would sneak up on his student." You couldn't even control your tone. You know you shouldn't be raising your voice on your professor but he just made zero sense.
He entered your dorm and you closed the door shut. Junmyeon ran his hands over his neatly done hair, disheveling it just a little bit.
"You really have no idea on this soulmate thing don't you?" He looked at you with the intensity in his eyes. You refused to answer.
That's when he hurriedly removed his coat and started unbuttoning his shirt, your jaw dropped in his action. You're sure that a professor stripping down in front of his students, in her dormitory room, was against any code of ethics. But afterall, he's your soulmate.
He let his shirt slide off and you saw red marks on his arms. Junmyeon turned around a little bit and red marks can be seen on his upper back, too. You walked closer to him, examining the marks upfront. It didn't look like a burn, rather a scratch. Or as if someone just had freshly slapped him in those areas way too hard.
"What are these?" You asked him.
"Infidelity marks." He calmly said, "When you already find your soulmate and she still goes with someone else, you feel every touch that's not yours. The ones that are not the friendly kind, atleast. And the places tend to hurt, like a scalding burn." He further explained.
"I- I'm sorry." You were at loss of words.
"That's why I asked you nicely last week. I felt it the first time. It was a stinging pain on my hand. I just knew it had to do something with you."
You searched for Junmyeon's face of emotions, you swear you could see pain but maybe it was just the effect of the marks.
"I- I didn't know. I'm sorry." You exhaled.
But his pain was physical. Far from the detrimental emotional destruction that you had to deal everytime you see him and had to pretend nothing happened.
"You already knew that I was your soulmate but you still go and cozy up other men?" Your jaw clenched on his reprimanding tone.
"Excuse me? I'm your soulmate by fate, yes. But you've already flatly rejected me. Asked me to stay away from you - heck you even asked me to transfer universities. That's how much you disliked me and you aksed me to stay loyal? What the hell is wrong with you?" You snapped. Junmyeon was shocked for a moment then his face looked defensive yet again.
"I didn't reject you." He said defensively.
"Oh yeah? I'm sure that calling me a mistake doesn't count as acceptance either." Feeling your eyes starting to well up, you balled your fists trying to hold everything in.
"I didn't call you a mistake. The situation was a mistake. This is a mess." He started. "You are my student. Theres existing stipulations that you and I, we can't be. I asked you to transfer universities so maybe we could've worked it out. Maybe I could take you out on a date or go see the cherry blossoms as my dream suggests. But you wanted to stay here. So I had to fight all my desires to just be with you and treat you as if you didn't exist because I wouldn't know any other way to cope with it."
Tears fell from your eyes. You didn't expect that the pain extended both ways.
"This soulmate feeling doesn't have a switch nor a cancel button that can let you just turn it off. Even it was wrong, I still felt attracted to you. Do you know how hard it was to let my morals and my feelings battle everytime I see you? I waited for 28 years to meet you. And you're going to tell me that I rejected you? It was the circumstances I rejected, that i hated. Not you."
"You suck at coping mechanisms, Junmyeon." It was the first time you said his name out loud without any honorifics. Somehow it felt like he forgot that he stood in your living room half naked.
"I know it wasn't the ideal thing to do. But what do you expect? Just let me lose your job and get you kicked out of the university?" You started to calm down. You closed your eyes and let out a deep sigh. You felt the wall set up in between the two of you just break down. But you were the first to bend so you just ran into him and trapped him in an embrace.
"Maybe one day we'll figure out how to work it out, right?" You said as you rested your head on his chest. Which was too exposed for the situation but you tried hard not to let your mind sway that way.
"I've waited 28 years, you're set to graduate in a few months. I'm pretty sure I can handle the short wait." Junmyeon chuckled and you could feel his chest vibrate and warmth set on you all over.
From that night onwards, your relationship with Junmyeon took a turn. You existed in his class again. You exchanged a few reassuring smiles every here and there. He sometimes took you to the outskirts of the city, far away from the University only to have dinner together. You told Lea and she promised not to tell anyone. She, too, was hurt by the irregularity of the situation. It was hard not to be around your soulmate most of the time. And it was harder to try and subside your feelings, and hide the truth.
But what was harder to control was the frequency of the intense kind of dreams. Somehow, when Junmyeon decided to have that talk with his sculpted abdomen on display, your imagination would only run wilder. You would always wake up in the middle of the night with an intense discomfort. And you could only depend on yourself on doing something about it. You couldn't even bring yourself to ask Junmyeon if he experiences it too as your relationship hasn't really reached that level yet. Chaste kisses and a few heated ones was all you shared, still scared on the rules and being caught.
It was mental and emotional torture.
Until this night, the same vivid dreams plagued your sleep again. You woke up in the familiar discomfort combined with a knocking on your door. Lea told you that she would be out on a trip with Baekhyun so you certainly weren't expecting anyone.
Outside stood Junmyeon clad in a loose sweater and sweatpants. Looking as if he only got up from the bed.
"Why are you here in 2am in the morning?" You quickly asked. Still not forgetting about the dreams you had only a few moments ago.
"I've been getting these kinds of dreams nonstop and I don't know what to do about it." He said in desperation.
"Would that kind of dream be explicitly against your code of morals?" You asked, somewhat beating around the bush.
"Certainly." He exhaled and closed the gap between you two. You didn't deny him the kiss that was needy and longed to go for something more. Junmyeon's hand held the back of your neck in place and the other snaked down from your hips to your thighs.
He broke away for a moment, looking you in the eyes. "You could say no."
"I don't think that would do either of us any favor." And the gap between your lips was closed again. Both of his hands now found the back of your thights, pressing on it a bit hard so you took the sign and jumped. Wrapping your legs around him as your hands settled on both sides of his face.
This was exactly what you imagined that night with Jongin. Being in Junmyeon's arms and kissing him as if your life depended on it. As if you'll lose your only source of life if your lips were to ever part. He walked to your room, still carrying you and landed you softly on the bed. Junmyeon was quick to discard his sweater and shirt leaving him in his sweatpants.
He leaned down and hovered over you as he kissed you again. He lifted your shirt up, and you were practically naked in front of him except for the panties that was left. You instinctively crossed your arms over your chest in fear of his judgement but he grabbed your wrists away.
"That wouldn't do either of us any favor." He said with a smirk as he dived to your neck, leaving kisses and marks all over the area. Sounds of pleasure left your mouth as his hand started palming over your panty that still soak from the episode of your dreams.
"Were you dreaming about me too?" Junmyeon said as you writhed in his touch.
"Make it real, please." Your plea just took away all the last strings of his self control. Taking the last piece of your clothing off and his fingers made its way to pleasure you.
Only a few words were shared afterwards, all that came out of you were moans and he left a few remarks that was unexpected from a professor. But if anything, it left you even more yearning for him. How he dropped his perfect and disciplined demeanor all because he had lewd dreams about you. It was ecstasy in your mind that you had that effect in him.
He took off the last barrier between the two of you and discarded it to god knows where. Still, intelligence haven't left Junmyeon as he was sure to practice safe sex as he slid a condom over his hardness. And all your dreams just became reality. You knew you wouldn't last long, and he didn't seem as if he will either. All the pent up longing just stuck in the both of you now in fruition.
"God, you feel so much better when it's real." He whispered in your ear at the heat of the moment.
It wasn't long until you feel your own walls clenching around him as he continued thrusting in and out of you. You moaned his name, fingers clawing in his back as a reaction to the immense pleasure washing over you.
Junmyeon's motions turned erratic and out of sync and he let out a loud groan, moaning your name afterwards. He peppered you with kisses as he slid out of you, eventually collapsing beside you. A few moments after cleaning up, he laid beside you as you rested your head on his chest.
"What about your so called stipulations sir?" You asked jokingly.
"You're not just my student. You're my soulmate." He laughed a little.
"And your morals?"
"That's Professor Kim's. It's Junmyeon you have here. And no one has to know." He looked at you with all the feelings in his eyes.
"I love you, Junmyeon."
"I love you."
The two month wait to graduate couldn’t be that long, right?
The next morning you woke up expecting Baekhyun to be gone and for this all to be some dream, but reality was different. There he was, sleeping like a prince, so beautiful, so ethereal. All his features seemed enhanced from close up. The cute moles the adorned his face, the way his pink lips parted slightly while he slept, his fluffy black hair scattered over his forehead. Your fingers traced over his soft features, making sure to not wake him up in the process. You brushed the hair of his face to get a better look at him, then you traveled down to his right temple where his most noticeable beauty mark laid, and you finally got to his baby soft cheeks where another mark was placed. How could a man this beautiful exist and be in bed next to you? It was mystery. You looked at the time and it was only 6 am, the shoot didn’t start till 10 am today which gave you about 4 hours of bliss before you had to face the outside world.
Carefully, you got out of bed and put on a clean pair of panties and put on Baekhyun’s sweater. You were happy to know that the sweater never lost its warmth. Softly you made your way to the kitchen to make coffee and breakfast for the pair of you. Sehun must’ve been out as well because there was no trace of him. You opened the fridge and was a little disappointed, you needed to go shopping soon. You still had enough food to make a decent breakfast. The menu was eggs and french toast. You quickly got to work and started cooking. You were humming like a bird whilst cooking and that might have been what woke Baekhyun.
With a smile on his face he walked over to you to plant a wet kiss on your cheek. “Good morning beautiful.” Even his voice in the morning was beautiful.
“How’d you sleep?” You asked before flipping over a piece of bread.
“Better with you around.” He was a cheeky son of bitch but you liked it, you liked the cliches. As if you were trapped in a cheesy rom-com, he snuck up behind you and snaked his arms around your waist. His head was buried in the crook of your neck, it tickled a little when he would breathe and it hit your skin but you just continued with what you were doing.
“Don’t forget the shoot is at 10 which means you have to go home and change by then.” It sucked that you had to but a damper on the mood but you had to remind yourself that you were also his manager and his work comes before anything.
He mumbled a soft reply before removing himself from you and pouring a cup of coffee. “Have you checked your phone yet?” He asked in between sips.
You shook your head, “I’m too scared to look.” He gave you a look, a look that had your heart ready to burst at the seams.
“Like you said, they wouldn’t be lying. There is nothing to be scared of.” It was easy for him to say that because he wasn’t the one on who had to be on the receiving end of death threats and endless hates. He also didn’t have to worry about whether or not he would be fired.
“Baekhyun your fans are pretty… uh… aggressive to say the least.” You turned off the stove when you finished the last piece of toast. “You saw what they did to that poor girl who played your love interest in that drama, and she is famous and has a following of her own. Imagine what they’ll do to someone like me.” The nerves were setting in once you started to think about the repercussions of this.
“They won’t do anything. I’ll make sure of it.” His hands fell onto yours and took it into his warmth.
“You can’t say things like this Baek. You can’t make empty promises.” The last thing you wanted was another relationship founded on lies.
“Who says they’ll be empty?” He lifted your chin to meet his eyes. “Once they find out how good you are to me, how well you look after me, and how happy you make me, they’ll love you.” When you looked into his eyes you saw nothing but genuinity. Something about those brown eyes just told you to believe him and to trust him.
“Come on lets eat.” You said putting the conversation to rest and moving on.
During the whole time eating Baekhyun complimented your cooking nonstop. You thought he was just trying to flatter you because this was like a 6 on your capability scale. But nonetheless you took his kind words and smiled.
The time for you guys to leave came sooner rather than later. You both freshened up, unlike Baekhyun you put on new clothes. He would be stuck with his clothes till he got back to the dorms. Sehun still hadn’t been home but you that was last thing on your mind. Your phone still went unchecked, you haven’t opened pandora’s box. Once you did there was no turning back. You would see the most horrendous comments about you online and have everyone on the face of the earth looking at you, giving you unwanted attention. But you couldn’t back out now, you already told Baekhyun that you would face this together.
Both of you walked out of your apartment building hand in hand, with face masks incase any fans or photographers were there. He lead you to his car and drove to the dorms. Xiumin and Chen found it suspicious that Baekhyun was gone all night and when he finally showed up it was with you. They must not have checked their phones either. None of them had social media so it would take more time for the news to hit them than others.
On the drive Baekhyun’s hand never left yours even while you read the headlines of allkpop, soompi, and many more sites. “Ooo this is my favorite one: CBX star, Byun Baekhyun caught on scandalous rendezvous with alleged girlfriend!” Both of you laughed at the word choice of the article. “At least I wasn’t referred to as a mistress this time around.”
All these articles came attached with multiple photos of you and Baekhyun, almost always touching or holding hands. But none of them got a clear view picture of you. It was blurred or your hair was covering your face. You were thankful because that meant you had more time to prepare for the storm. “I think we should till Minseok and Dae first and foremost. If something were to happen they would be affected as well.” You nodded at his words and felt proud that he was making responsible choices.
Unlike your place, Baekhyun’s was being bombarded by reporters. They were all gathered around the gate and when they saw his car pulling in they quickly swarmed the car. Baekhyun was careful not to hurt anyone whilst pulling into the driveway. Keeping your head down and following his orders, you waited for Baekhyun to get out first and for him to come around to get you. He opened the door and reached his hand out for yours. He kept you behind him while walking to the door so that you wouldn’t have to face the rowdiness of the crowd. All you heard was, “Baekhyun who is she?” “How long have you guys been together?” “Is she pregnant?”
Thankfully you made it in the house in one piece only to be rushed by Xiumin and Chen with questions of their own. They found out. Like agreed upon, you and Baekhyun came clean and confessed. They were shocked but not surprised. They had their reservations mainly in fear for you. The had the same worries as you did, the fear of the fans reaction to all this.
“CEO Kim won’t be happy about this.” You totally forgot about him. There was no doubt that once he found out that you would be out of a job. It was only a matter of time before he called you both to his office.
Not wanting to dwell on it, you told the boys to start getting ready to go. Baekhyun went up to his room to change and the other two followed after.
What the hell did you get yourself into? You literally got out of a work relationship just to land yourself right back in the same situation. But the difference between this one and the last is that Baekhyun wasn’t Junmyeon, and you knew his feelings were real and there. With Baekhyun you could truly trust him unconditionally. After Junmyeon you thought that was it for you. You believed that he was the best it got for you. That was before Baekhyun pulled you out of the rain. He saved you from yourself. If it were anyone else you probably wouldn’t have taken such a big leap so fast. But this wasn’t just anyone, this was Baekhyun, your Baekhyun.
You knew they were done when you heard all three of them screaming as they came down the stairs. Xiumin said he and Chen would drive to the set and you and Baek will follow suit. The reporters were still there when you left. Lights flashing as their cameras took pictures.
Today’s shoot was different in a way that Baekhyun wasn’t being draped with girls. His eyes and affection were reserved just for you. Between shoots he would sneak away with you and give you soft kisses. “Baekhyun i’m working.” You said leaned up against the back of trailer.
His hands were placed on either side of your head. “Yeah for me and as my manager you need to attend to my well being and oddly enough you are exactly what I need.” He leaned in for another kiss but you stuck out your hand and stopped him before he could get further.
“I don’t just work for you, Chen and Xiu are my priority too.” He pouted the most adorable pout in the world.
“Are you saying i’m not first?” He was playing hurt.
You tiptoed to give him a smooch on the cheek, “Of course you’re first. But at work I can’t play favorites.”
He smiled because he knew he was being a pain in the ass. “As long as i’m your favorite anywhere else then that’s all that matters.”
You wanted to pinch his big cheeks for so many reasons but instead you just told him to get back to set before the director gets mad. Huffing and puffing he walked back, dragging his feet. It was cute seeing him be so clingy and attached. With Junmyeon you always had to catered to his schedule and his needs. But Baekhyun was there 24/7 which made you feel at ease.
After another couple hours or so, the mv was finally wrapped and the boys were free to go. They suggested a celebration but the boys had to be in the studio bright and early tomorrow. You all left the same way you came, you with Baekhyun and Xiumin with Chen.
Car rides with Baekhyun may have been one of your favorite things ever. He never failed to keep a smile on your face. Always singing cute, silly, love songs whilst holding your hand. This time his song of choice was Lost In Japan by Shawn Mendes. He performed as if he was in front a million of his fans, but in reality he was just singing for his number one fan. The song ended just as Baekhyun pulled up to your place. “You know I won’t sleep well tonight.”
You were still in the car, his hand still joint with yours. “And why is that?” You asked with a raised brow.
“Because you aren’t there.” There he goes again with his cheesiness.
“I think you’ll do just fine Baekhyun. You’ve managed to sleep over 20 years without me. One night won’t kill you.” His infamous pout came out and you knew you should have just taken his cute words and ran with it. “But i’ll miss you too.” You added trying to make it better.
“So why can’t I spend the night again?” Optimism gleamed in his eyes.
“Space is good in a relationship Baek. If we are attached at the hip 24/7, we’ll eventually grow tired of each other.”
He scoffed, “Me? Getting tired of you? Never.” He said in a matter of factly tone.
You chuckled at his comment, “That’s what you say now.”
Out of nowhere he grabbed your face in his warm hands and squished your cheeks. “Look at this face. I could stare at it for days on end and never get tired of it.”
You copied his actions as well. “Ugh why do you have to be so damn cute?! How can I ever leave you now?” He was batting his lashes like a cute, innocent puppy. “Fine you can stay the night.” He was about to yell in joy but you cut him off. “BUT! No funny business. We both have to get up early tomorrow, and since we have to go back to the dorms for you to get ready that means early than planned.” He saluted you as if he was a private and you a captain. “What am I gonna do with you?”
The following day was a bit more difficult than the day before, mainly because Sehun was there and you knew you had some explaining to do. To say you were caught in a compromising position was an understatement. Sehun had busted into your room to see you and Baekhyun cuddled up, sleeping soundly. Being the weirdo he was, he didn’t just leave you and Baekhyun be. No, he sat at the edge of your bed and just watched the pair of you snore away.
Baekhyun woke up first and was the one who saw Sehun just creepily staring. He let out a shriek which in turn woke you up in a worry. You looked toward what caused the scream to erupt from Baekhyun and saw Sehun batting his eyes with a smile of innocence. “Sehun what the fuck?!” You yelled throwing a pillow aimed for his head.
“Oh don’t let my presence stop you two love birds.”
“Wait you know him?” Both of you were trying to calm your heart rates.
“Yeah, he is my roommate and the biggest pain in my ass.”
He rolled his eyes at your harsh comments. “You love me.” He sent a flying smooch your way, only for you to flip him off. With his hand clutched on his heart, he pretended to be deeply affected by your actions. Finally he got off your bed and walked to the door, “Come on, i’m cooking. You can tell me about this,” he said signalling between you and the other person in your bed.
The red on your cheeks spread and you were embarrassed to be caught in such a compromising position. When Sehun finally left the room you buried your head in Baekhyun’s chest out of pure shame. Both of you just laughed at the predicament at hand.
A few minutes later both of you left the room to go outside where Sehun was. He had three plates already scattered with food on it. “Ah Sehunnie.” A satisfied a sigh left your lips as you looked at all the food. You turned to see Baekhyun pouting. “What’s wrong?”
His droopy eyes found yours. “You don’t have a cute nickname for me.” He was bitter over your cheesy nickname for Sehun, it was cute.
You wrapped your arms around his middle and pouted as well, looking up at him, since he was taller than you. “You’re my Baekhyunnie.”
Immediately his smile lit up like a Christmas tree. He grabbed both sides of your face and squished them together, before bending a bit to give you an eskimo kiss.
“You both are ruining my appetite.” You heard Sehun from behind you. Both of you finally detached from one another, only to find yourselves sitting side by side. “Wait, i’ve seen you somewhere.” Sehun said pointing his fork at Baekhyun with narrowed eyes.
“Yeah probably all over Seoul. He is in CBX.” You responded to your best friends cluelessness.
“Ahhhhh that’s him!” Then it hit him. “Wait?! How did you?! What?!” You and Baekhyun just laughed at his reaction.
“Don’t ask me because I don’t even know how it happened.” You said before stuffing a strawberry in your mouth.
“Let’s just say that I can be very persuasive when I want to.”
Sehun applauded him, “I gotta give it to you man. I really thought she would be stuck on that douchebag forever.” Then the room went silent and awkwardness lingered on. Everyone knew who Sehun was talking about and that’s what made you so uncomfortable.
Deciding to get the spotlight off you, you switched the subject to something Sehun loved talking about, himself. “So where have you been these past couple days?” Suddenly Sehun had so much to say and talk about. He went on and on about his time in Germany and how he met a cute girl there. It was no surprise to you that you would somehow land on the topic of his love life. But he kept that part of the story brief with not much detail.
Like he always does after a trip abroad, he brought back a gift for you. This time it was a picture he took of the Berlin Wall. Sehun’s story time lasted throughout breakfast, when you and Baekhyun finished eating you thanked Sehun before leaving to get ready for work today. As planned the night before, you had to leave earlier than usual in order for Baekhyun to freshen up. Even if Baekhyun was older than Sehun, he still was respectful towards him and thanked him for the breakfast once again.
Unlike the last time you and Baekhyun left together, there was a coup of photographers outside just waiting for you and Baekhyun to come out and expose yourself to the world. It was Baekhyun who suggested you just follow him and keep your head down. He even went as far as to give you his facemask because protecting your identity was more important than protecting his own. Like many times before you both walked out with hands intertwined and faces looking downward. Baekhyun pushed through the crowd, making sure to not let go of you until you reached the car. The loud noises never stopped even when you were in the safety of Baekhyun’s car.
He looked over toward you, concern adorning his brown eyes. “Are you ok?” You nodded in response before taking his hand in yours once more. You knew it would help settle his nerves.
Not much was said on the drive to the dorms. This was the first time Baekhyun didn’t break up the silence and it concerned you a bit. It seemed that the crowd in front of the boys’ house only got worse. This time there were angry fans holding posters calling you horrible names. Baekhyun tried his best to shield you from it but it was no use, you already saw it and there was no unseeing it. When you made it into the house you could finally breathe. You felt sorry for Chen and Xiu for causing such a hectic scene. Finding them a new house will definitely be on your to do list today. Now that you thought of it, today would be utter hell. Not only did you have to start working on finding a new house for them but you would have to face Junmyeon today. This past week has been successful in avoiding him but you knew him well enough to know that he would call you and Baekhyun to his office as soon as you stepped foot into the building.
Trying to take your mind off things Xiumin started a very intense conversation on whether or not water is wet. The two boys went back and forth arguing their points and you just sat back and let it all happen. The laughs that you let out were genuine. They always had a way to make light out of a situation.
Sooner rather than later, Baekhyun made his way down in a new outfit and wet hair. You don’t know if it was the inner girlfriend in you but you got up and made your way towards him and snatched the towel from his hands to dry his hair yourself. “You’re gonna catch a cold if you don’t do it good.” It was amusing to ruffle his hair with the towel. He didn’t protest or try to argue against it, he just let you take care of him.
For a second you forgot the other two were in the same room as you guys. When you turned your head you saw their faces looking at the pair of you with a face that was quite similar to Sehun’s this morning when he saw you guys being too touchy. Your manager side kicked in and you told them to get their stuff and go out to the car already. You figured one car would suffice today.
Before you could leave Baekhyun to put away the towel, he pulled you into a soul sucking kiss. On instinct you kissed back but pulled away before it deepened. “If I didn’t say it today, good morning.”
If you thought you could get some sleep that night you were dead wrong. You were up to the crack of dawn thinking of that kiss and everything Baekhyun had told you.
Did he really feel this way about you or was it just a trick? But Baekhyun wasn’t like that. He was very passionate about his feelings and it was prevalent. You had to ask yourself these same questions as well. Did your heart crave Baekhyun or was this some kind of coping mechanism your mind activated after Suho left. In so many ways Baekhyun was different from Junmyeon, hell the only thing connecting them is SM and you. Why did life have to be such a fucking bitch?
Your alarm clock blared and you knew it was time to put on your best smile and pretend like you and Baekhyun didn’t kiss.
You heard Sehun come in at about 2 am last night. You didn’t have the energy to talk about his conquest of the night. That’s why when he popped in last night, you pretended to be out like a light.
You started your day with a shower and because today was just going to be MV shooting you opted for simple black leggings with a hoodie. You were quiet when you left because you didn’t want to wake Sehun.
The drive to the shoot was full of dread. You would have to face Baekhyun and act like nothing happened between you two. The atmosphere would be awkward which is the last thing you wanted. When you got there the mood was light, you heard Chen’s loud laugh and naturally assumed Baekhyun was the cause of their laughter. Xiumin saw you first and called you over to the three of them. Inevitably Baekhyun’s eyes landed on you and you felt goosebumps graze your skin. The effects he had on you was scary, how could a glance send your body into a frenzy?
They were in the middle of getting their makeup done, all of them in their outfits which looked good enough to be in a Gucci fashion show. The concept of this comeback was royalty, something their fans have been begging for since before they could remember. The director called them when they were done getting ready and you just stood off to the side to observe and be there when they needed you. You just wanted this day to go by smoothly so you can get home and wallow in your self-pity.
They did there individual shoots and their group scenes. One scene, in particular, seemed to annoy you, Baekhyun was filming a part with a girl who looked like she just walked off the runway of Milan. Their chemistry was blatantly obvious. There was no doubt that she was flirting with him, the obsessive amount of skinship they were displaying made your stomach hurt. It wasn’t like Baekhyun was stopping her either if anything he was egging her on to continue. When she would lean into him while laughing he only made it worse by whispering something in her ear that would bring her closer to him. You were upset, to say the least. Not because you were jealous but because not even 24 hours ago he was confessing to you and now he totally forgot about your existence.
You excused yourself for some air, not being able to see them grope each other any longer. Of all people, Baekhyun was the one to notice your discomfort and you only solidified it when you left.
Baekhyun was wrapped with filming for the day so he followed you out to see what was the problem. “Hey, you ok?”
The fact that he had the audacity to ask you that amazed you. “Yeah, perfect,” you responded with a tight-lipped smile.
“Doesn’t seem that way to me,” Baekhyun countered.
“Then why ask in the first place?” The venom in your words had the strength to knock out a python.
“Because I care.”
The light chuckle that left your lips couldn’t be stopped, it was out there and there was no taking it back, much like his confession to you.
“You honestly think I don’t care? Especially after last night?” So he did remember.
“Wow, I’m surprised you actually remember that. Considering the fact that you seemed to have more pressing matters on your mind,” and by that, you meant the tall, brunette who practically threw herself at Baekhyun.
“Oh my g- are you- are you jealous?” His mouth grew wide as if this was the most amusing thing of his life.
You sneered at his remark, “Me being jealous would require me actually caring.” That was a slap in the face to both of you.
“How long are you gonna uphold this facade?” His arms crossed in front of his chest of his eyebrows rose.
Like the teenager you felt like at the moment, you rolled your eyes, “Not everyone is outspoken like you Baekhyun. Some people need time to actually process what they feel before diving head first,” you laid off him and lightened your tone.
“And I understand that I told you I’d wait. I wasn’t lying about that. Whatever you saw in there was nothing more than harmless flirting.”
You rose a finger and pointed it at him, “Aha! So you do admit to flirting with her.” Why were you trying so hard to prove him wrong? What would you honestly gain out of it?
“I never said I wasn’t. I was just trying to make you jealous to see if you even remotely feel the same way about me and I would say by my observations that you do.” A smirk adorned his lips and you wanted nothing more than to wipe it off.
“Aish, you bastard!” You raised your hand as if you were going to hit him and he flinched in response.
“Yah! You would do the same in my shoes.” He was right about that. If you were in his place you would want some kind of confirmation that this isn’t some hopeless one-sided crush.
Your anger subsided and you just became annoyed with him and began giving him the silent treatment as if you guys were in kindergarten all over again. “You are being very mature about this I see.”
You just grunted and moved to go back into the venue where Xiumin was wrapping his scenes. Like a lost puppy, Baekhyun followed after you with a pout. He understands why you were upset and in some way he was happy about it because that meant you cared enough to get jealous in the first place.
The director wrapped up for the day and sent everyone on their way. You were expecting everyone to go their separate ways since the boys didn’t have anything else to do today. But of course, Baekhyun had asked for you to go with him somewhere. You were his manager which meant you worked for him, so who were you to say no to him. Xiumin and Chen were slumped from today so it was just going to be you and Baekhyun this time.
He had his car this time around, an Audi S7 which was fairly new to the market. Just being in it felt expensive, the leather seats, the sleek black interior, everything about it screamed RICH! In your life, you have been a few high-end cars, mainly because of Junmyeon’s doing but never have you been in something so smooth and classy.
Baekhyun caught on to your amazement of the car and asked you if you were a fan of cars. You shook your head no, because you have no clue about them except a few name brands.
By the looks of it, you guys were traveling to the heart of Seoul. “Baekhyun where are you taking me?” You looked over at him. He was driving with one hand on the wheel and the other on the clutch, his black hair was draped over his forehead. At this moment he looked like a movie star even while driving.
“To somewhere I know you’ll like.” Your eyebrows raised. He seemed oddly confident in himself which only made you anticipate it more. The music was playing at a low volume in case you wanted to talk to him about something but you didn’t. The car ride was quiet but not uncomfortable in the slightest.
The car stopped in front of a fairly crowded sidewalk. Bystanders were walking pass, some with their significant others, some alone. But there was no doubt that at least one of them would recognize Baekhyun the minute he stepped out of his car.
“Why are we here? Are you trying to get swarmed by fans?” Your tone was a bit hesitant because you were unsure of his intentions.
He just laughed and put on his black face mask and pulled up the hood of his Supreme hoodie. Before you could stop him and convince him to go somewhere more lowkey, he was out of the car and making his way around to your side of the car and opening the door for you. Unlike him you had nothing to cover your identity in case you were to be noticed, so you kept your head low and got out of the car. Without warning, he grabbed hold of your hand and lead you into the restaurant. You didn’t cause a scene, instead, you just followed and complied. It seemed as though you guys were in a ramen restaurant.
Once you guys were seated you began to look around more and it hit you, you guys were in Big Bang Seungri’s ramen restaurant. You looked back at Baekhyun with wide eyes and an opened mouth.
“Are we really- Is this- How did you-” Were you really so starstruck that you couldn’t finish your questions. Baekhyun found it adorable and just nodded as if he knew exactly what you were trying to say.
“Seungri is a good friend of mine.” Of course, he was, they were both Korea’s most loved idols.
It took a minute to recover from your shock but when you did the lady was there to take your order. You ordered the chef’s special while Baekhyun opted for snow crab ramen. Your taste buds were excited for what was to come.
“So am I doing a good job on our first date?” Your eyes went wide at his words and he couldn’t miss the opportunity to laugh at them. “Don’t worry I’m just joking. I told you I’d give you time. I just wanted to bring you here because I heard how much you wanted to come here.”
You calmed down at his words, for a second you thought you could feel your heart jump into your throat. “Well, that is very considerate of you Baek.”
A smile grew onto the lips you found yourself staring at more often than not. The rest of your time was filled with small talk and Baekhyun making you laugh until it physically hurt. When it came to an end you were sad, this has been one of the best times you’ve had in a while. Baekhyun paid the bill after much persuasion for you to let him. Unfortunately, Seungri wasn’t there himself but Baekhyun promised that he’d introduce you guys one day.
It seemed impossible to get to the car because outside the restaurant were dozens of screaming fans. Someone must’ve noticed Baekhyun and alerted the media. There was no way you two would make it out of their unscathed, but there was no other choice. Both of you left the way you came in, with your heads down and hands connected. All you heard was ‘Oppa!’ and the occasional gasp when they saw your hands linked. You prayed to any god that they wouldn’t get ahold of your information because you knew once they did your life was going to be hell on earth. It’s not news that k-fans are very protective, to say the least, and the last thing you wanted in this life is to be on their bad side.
Baekhyun opened the door for you to get in before making his way around to the driver's seat. The loud noise on the outside seems to subside now that you were in the car. But they were all so close to the windows which meant they could see you at any time. The flash from the cameras didn’t help your situation either. Sensing your annoyance, Baekhyun put the car in drive and sped off.
Although you had fun tonight you feared what would be the outcome tomorrow. You were prepared to see your face plastered all over the news. Baekhyun apologized for the chaos that came toward the end but it wasn’t his fault. It’s not like he purposefully called his fans and made them fill the streets. You knew that all he wanted was some time to feel normal and breathe. Your hand reached over to cover his hand that was on the clutch. It was like you had no control over your body because even you had no idea what the hell was happening. As soon as your hand touched his, his eyes darted at you. The red on your cheeks got noticeable especially now that he was looking at you.
“Yah look at the road!” You just didn’t want him to look at you, not like that. That look is a look that could make you melt even in the harshest of winters.
He gave a light laugh as the smile played on the corner of his lips. He took your hand and laced your fingers with his. He was always the one to take the more intimate route. You knew you shouldn’t be doing things like this with him, it was unprofessional but you were past professionalism at this point. All that went out the window the minute he confessed. You were always someone who did things with your heart. It was apparent for a while that Baekhyun was something more to you, you just didn’t know what. You weren’t over Junmyeon yet and you didn’t want to use Baekhyun as some rebound. You wanted whatever you were feeling to be real and true. It was times like these where you could feel the realness of your feelings for him. You didn’t want to dive head first this time, you wanted to be sure, you needed to know that this was serious and that it wouldn’t end up like the last time you decided to take a chance on a guy.
Baekhyun knew your address better than you did, from the countless times he took you home. He walked you up to your apartment but this time didn’t step over the threshold.
“I had a lot of fun tonight.” The blush on your cheeks was slowly creeping up on you.
The rectangle smile you adored found its way to his lips. “Told you that you’d like it.” You thought back to what he said in the car on the way there and that caused a smile to display on your mouth. “I know you know about what is underway and I want to tell you that I’ll make sure to protect you. I won’t let this drive you away from me. Trust me.” He was talking about what you were dreading.
“I know you will Baekhyun. It’s just scary. I’ve seen the hate some of these idols girlfriends get and I’ve seen the way something like this can bring down an idols success. The last thing I want to do is bring you down.” Your eyes averted to the floor, too scared to look him in the eyes.
“You see this is why I like you. You always think about others before yourself.” He reached for your hands and enveloped them in his. “I want to show you what it’s like to be prioritized first. I want you to know that in my life you’ll never be second.”
He was saying all the things that Junmyeon should have said. He was saying all the right things. Maybe that’s why your lips were on his. Baekhyun wrapped his arm your waist to pull you flush against him. Your hands found their way around his neck and traversing through his dark locks. His tongue was brushing your bottom lip asking for access and you accepted it. Quickly he established his dominance as his mouth passionately worked against yours.
You pulled him through the door and he closed it with the kick of his foot. Both of you got rid of your shoes and while keeping the kiss going. His hands went from your hips to your thighs, he gave them a light tap as a signal for you to jump. He walked you both to your room but in order for him to get the right room you had to break the kiss and tell him. He successfully made it to your room and soon enough he was laying you on your bed removing any article of clothing that was attached to your body. You helped take off his hoodie and white tee under it, looking at his abs was like looking at a piece of art. With your bottom lip between your teeth, you felt his muscular torso that only added to the wetness growing in your black, lace panties. Baekhyun’s lips were now beginning their assault on your neck, it was his canvas to play with and he was going to make sure that everyone knew who was responsible. The moans that slipped out where impossible to hold in, not when he was making you feel like you were on cloud 9.
When he was done with your neck, he kissed your collarbone, then the valley of your breasts. He made sure to fulfill every need of yours. He took your perky nipple in his mouth and the other with his hand.
“God.” You moaned with your hands in his hair.
He smirked at your satisfaction before moving down your body, leaving a trail of kisses down your abdomen before reaching your pelvis. He was only a few inches from where you needed him most. His hand grazed your clothed core and that alone had the power to make you squirm. “So wet for me baby.”
Hooking two fingers around the lace he pulled it down and off your legs completely. He kissed the inside of your thighs tentatively before getting to your aching core.
“B-baekhyun please.” You were begging for him to do something, anything.
“What do you want me to do baby? My fingers? My mouth?” He was teasing you.
“B-both.” Your eyes clamored shut when you felt his long, slender fingers glide into you. Not even giving you time to steady yourself his tongue attended to your folds. You wanted nothing more than to buck your hips to get more friction but his hand on hips was stopping you. So you decided to put your hands back in his hair and help him that way. If he wanted you to be a moaning mess then consider is mission complete. By the end of this, you’d be screaming his name so loud that your friends in Busan would be able to hear it. “Baek. I- 'm gonna cum.” You could feel yourself get to that point already.
“Let go, baby. Come on my love. I want to taste all of you.” His fingers worked in and out of you faster as his lips were on your clit giving you the push you needed to send you over the edge. He had you seeing white and moaning a string of profanities.
When he said he wanted to taste all of you he wasn’t kidding. He cleaned up whatever juices came from you like it was some kind of drink. He removed his fingers and brought them to your lips so you could taste yourself. After all, he did you weren’t gonna refuse, you wrapped your lips around his dainty fingers and sucked off the wetness that came from your dripping pussy. “Isn’t it one of the best things you’ve ever tasted?” The smirk on his face let you know that he was nowhere near done with you. The bulge in his pants could be felt and you felt bad that it wasn’t already freed from its restraints. So you helped with that problem yourself. You sat up on your mattress and pulled his pants along with his boxers down. His member sprung free and you were taken aback by the size, he was bigger than expected, well that’s another false rumor you can check off.
Following the theme of the night, you let Baekhyun take complete control. He turned you over and you were now face down, ass up. Everything was on display for him to see and he felt like a kid on Christmas day. He was done teasing, he just wanted to feel you wrapped around him. He gave himself a few pumps before lining himself up with your entrance. It was excruciatingly slow, the stretch was slightly painful but pleasurable. “Jesus baby you’re so tight.”
Finally, all of him was inside of you. He gave you a minute to adjust to him before beginning his thrusts. They started a slow pace but you when you asked for more he picked up the pace and became rougher. The sound of skin slapping skin filled the room along with your moans and Baekhyun’s grunts.
Once again you were teetering on the edge of your release. Baekhyun caught on and snaked his hand around to work on your clit. “Oh my god! Don’t stop baby!” You spoke in pleasurable moans. You repeated his name like a chant before you were releasing yourself around his dick. Soon enough he was finishing as well and he pulled out and released himself on your ass.
You were on the pill but better safe than sorry. You collapsed on the bed feeling beyond pleasure. He fell right next to you, both of you breathing heavily and sweating profusely. “That was-”
“Yeah it was.” You said finally realizing what just happened.
His head turned to you, “So what does this mean for us?”
You were sober and knew what you were doing when you kissed him. You knew where this was heading. Maybe this is what you needed to help you come face first with your feelings. Maybe this was a sign that you needed to let go and trust him. You moved your body so that you were cuddled into him. “It means that whatever article about us tomorrow won’t be a lie.”
