Summary: After three months apart, you’re dying for some alone time with your boyfriend. But he barely notices you…
Genre: Established relationship AU, angst, suggestive
Word Count: 1.1k
Gif: @exo-stentialism
[19:01] Can’t wait to see you 2nite! B x
You hadn’t seen your boyfriend Baekhyun in three months. He was away at military service, and you couldn’t wait to get your hands on him.
Under your white lace babydoll dress, was your sexiest purple lingerie set. You had packed an overnight bag, just in case you got lucky – almost all your dates ended in sex.
You knocked on his front door, butterflies racing through your stomach.
“Hey, gorgeous!” Baekhyun pulled the door open, smiling. His skin was golden brown, more tanned than you’d ever seen it. His hair was buzzed short, but it made him ruggedly sexy.
You pulled him into your arms. “I missed you,” you said, breathing in his woody cologne.
Just then, you heard male voices booming inside the apartment.
“Is someone else here?” you asked, frowning.
Baekhyun squeezed your arm. “Oh yeah, I forgot to say. I invited some of the guys over. You don’t mind right?”
You looked at the floor. “Umm… I was hoping it’d be-”
But Baekhyun had ran inside before you got a chance to finish. You heard the cheers of his friends from the living room when he returned.
You sighed.
Alone, Baekhyun was sweet, caring and sensitive. But with his guy friends, Baekhyun was loud and tough. It was the one part of him you didn’t like.
Still, you hadn’t seen him in ages. So, you plastered on your best smile, and entered the living room.
“Hey everyone!” you said, perching on the edge of the sofa. The guys were so immersed in chat that no one looked up. You felt invisible, like a ghost.
Baekhyun’s four friends were strangers. Baekhyun didn’t bother to introduce you, and no one asked who you were. Your heart sank.
You tried to join into their conversation, but you didn’t get their inside jokes. Plus, your Korean was mediocre, and with all that overlapping talk, it became a blur.
An hour later, the group moved into the dining room for pizza. You’d barely gotten three words in all evening.
You pulled Baekhyun to the side.
“What’s up baby?” he asked, as if hadn’t been ignoring you for the last hour.
You bit your lip. “I was kinda hoping for some alone time… I’ve missed you, bubba.”
Baekhyun stroked your cheek. “Me too. But Jaewon texted, and he’s my best friend. I couldn’t exactly say no!”
But I’m your girlfriend… You wished you could say, but you didn’t have the courage.
You followed the group into the dining room, and reached for a piece of pizza… but all that was left in the box were oil stains. Finally, one guy noticed you.
With a stuffed mouth, he chimed, “Whoops. Well, you might wanna go on a diet, anyway!”
You gasped, cheeks warming in humiliation.
You stormed into the hallway and put your heels back on. You thought about the lingerie you were wearing and scoffed. What a waste.
Just as you were about to make your exit, Baekhyun staggered into the hallway.
His cheeks and ears were pink – from all the beers he and his friends had finished. You were annoyingly sober – beer was not your thing, not that Baekhyun cared.
“Is everything okay?” he asked, looking serious for the first time all evening.
You smiled, happy that a piece of your Baekhyun was back. “Actually, I’m not okay. I-”
“Yah Baekhyun!” Someone called from the living room, interrupting you. “Get your ass back in here or we’re starting without you!”
Baekhyun shouted, “Coming!” the stupid grin back on his face. “Well thanks for stopping by, see ya!” And with that, he ran off.
You stormed out, eyes blurring with tears. You felt so stupid for crying, but even more stupid for letting yourself be walked all over.
You drove straight home and dived under the covers – clothes, shoes and all. Rain was flying through your open window and soaking your duvet, but you didn’t close it.
If you drowned to death, you thought sourly, nobody would care.
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[06:31] Baby! I’m sorry about last night…
*3 MISSED CALLS FROM BAEKHYUN*
[06:35] Please pick up!!
The sound of your phone chiming jolted you awake.
You picked up your phone, groaning when you saw how early it was. When you read Baekhyun’s texts, your mood soured.
“Go away,” you mumbled. You flung your phone onto the carpet.
Your phone lit up.
[06:37] I’m coming over!
But you didn’t read it – you had already fallen asleep.
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You were woken again by a soft knocking. Your mum popped her head round your bedroom door.
“Sweetie, your boyfriend is here to see you,” she said. “He’s being very persistent.”
You threw a pillow over your face and groaned.
“Do you want me to kick him out? Because I totally can,” she said.
You sighed. “Don’t worry, let him in.”
Baekhyun barged in and fell to his knees beside your bed. He let out a low whine and nuzzled his cheek into your hand.
“I’m sorry, baby,” he said, pouting. “I shouldn’t have ignored you like that. Jaewon told me what a dick I was being after you left.”
“So you didn’t even realise your own mistake?” You huffed and turned away from him.
“I know, I’m such an idiot!” Baekhyun sniffed, voice cracking.
You turned around when you saw that his cheeks were wet with tears. You stroked his arm gently. “Well you don’t have to cry about it…” you mumbled.
Baekhyun wiped his cheeks. “I love you so much.”
You rolled your eyes, but you couldn’t hide your smile. “Love you too. Even if you are a fool.”
You shuffled across the bed and lifted up the duvet. Baekhyun slid under the covers next to you, shoes still on and everything.
He wrapped his arm around your waist and buried his face into your chest. You absentmindedly ran your fingers through his cropped hair as you basked in each other’s presence.
“You know,” you mused, after a while. “I wore really nice lingerie for you last night. I bought a new set. Special.”
Baekhyun lifted his head off your chest and looked up at you. In his dark eyes, that mischievous glint that you knew so well had returned.
“Can I take a look?” he asked.
You pretended to think about your answer for a while. You turned to Baekhyun, smirking.
“Get naked first, and then we’ll see.”
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Genres, Tropes, & AUs: Non-Idol AU, Secret Agent/Spy AU, Good vs Evil, Colleagues to Lovers, Smut, Fluff, Angst
Content & Trigger Warnings: Agent!Reader, Agent!SuperM, kpop companies as organizations, battles between rivals, mentions of past deaths, violence, fighting, blood, death, murder, minor character death, mxm relationships, polyamory
Summary: "We have to fulfill our duty to the agency." "What about our duty to each other?" Several years after the Incident that left South Korea's world of espionage shattered and torn, Jun Kyungshi puts together a team of top agents to hunt down those who caused the devastation and put an end to their dark plans.
other members as background characters: mainly johnny, doyoung
warnings: unprotected sex, abuse of alcohol, smoking, reader has an abusive ex, public fingering, mentions of high school bullying
summary: “Taeyong isn't a fan of surrealism. When he decided to enroll into art school he did it for his love of Renaissance, Baroque, the obvious and undeniable beauty of Rococo. He liked the simple things and led a simple life, until he met you; the obvious beauty of a classmate you were that would make him feel more things than what he thought was humanely possible. When you're grouped together in a project dedicated to the works of René Magritte, Taeyong will come to the realization that life immitates art, and life is anything but the preconditioned perceptions of reality he's used to.”
a/n: this is my entry for Gallery Taeyong collab! Happy belated birthday bubu 🥺 This fic was inspired by the works of surrealist painter René Magritte and specifically The Lovers II. I’ve loved his works for a long time so this was very creatively pleasant for me!
He wouldn’t be so grumpy if he had to take the class for any other art movement.
Taeyong could get lost for days in a mural of the Renaissance, calculating all the different ways the painter managed to achieve total geometric symmetry. He would look at every individual figure, study their body language, their unique expression; discover all the little ways they contributed to the larger masterpiece. It comforted him when he found himself lost amongst the big crowds of students at the art school he attended. Even if he wasn’t the most interesting or gifted one, even in the total black look he sported with only his customized vans giving away his major, maybe he also contributed in his own way to the mural called life.
And sure, he knew why he had to take that class. As frustrating as it is to him, Surrealism is a huge movement that impacted generations of artists, and not learning about it as a painting major would sound criminal to most. He could maybe put up with the mandatory assignment if he had to analyze Dali’s work. Taeyong could at least recognize the talent needed to make those microscopic paintings that were interesting enough to look at. He even got one of those melting clocks as a ‘house (dorm) warming’ gift from his best friend, Doyoung, hanging strangely between the cracks of one of his walls.
Taeyong loved art because it overrated people. Through the strokes of an artist’s brush, he could discover layers of the human psyche; layers that he just couldn’t see in real life. If anything, Taeyong thought he could read people at first sight pretty well. The girl who sometimes talked to him in sculpture class, with the pink hair and baby bangs, has daddy issues. The tall lanky dude that winks at him at the cafeteria, covered in rings and chains and fancy piercings, probably cries himself to sleep. Taeyong, who was bullied again and again throughout his high school years for being different, fades in the background of someone else’s story, making sure that all the shades of black he’s wearing match each other.
The constant rating and assessment of other people exhausted him, but he just couldn’t help it. In the sacredness of his dorm, with no faces to shield away from in fear of getting judged, he could finally be himself.
Unwinding after a long and uneventful day, Taeyong enjoys the smoke that makes his mind a little too foggy to think anymore. The smell sticks on his clothes, the leaves of his indoor plants, it fits itself between those wall cracks. He almost dozes off in the tranquility, sprawled out on his messy sheets, when his phone’s buzz jolts him awake.
Unknown number
hey, we got partnered up together for surrealism class, your friend Ten gave me your number
the professor assigned us Rene Magritte
want to meet up so we can start with the assignment?
Taeyong might have skipped the first class of Surrealism 101. Blame it on being a good friend, or his inability to handle alcohol, let alone whiskey. Being a Philosophy major wasn’t easy for one’s sanity, and Doyoung went on a serious existential crisis last night. Not to mention, the nonsensical nature of Surrealism sure doesn’t go well with a bad hangover. Damn Plato.
me
uhh yeah sorry for being mia yesterday
you can come over to my dorm this evening if you want
Unknown number
give me your location, I’ll be there at 8
I’m y/n btw
The knock on his door came twenty minutes past eight. Taeyong quickly puts out the cigarette that was busying his lips, already missing the bitter taste of smoke when he gets to the door.
“You must be Taeyong. I’m y/n.”
Beautiful. That is the first word that pops into his head when he lays his eyes on you.
Taeyong had never seen someone that quite looks like you. From your eyes, to your lips, to the proportions of your body. You were wearing a simple summer dress, one that was maybe too light for the chilly autumn weather but pretty nonetheless. It seemed like angels had descended from heaven, leading you into his arms with their serene singing; he could hear it clearly in his head.
He lets you in his dorm politely, catching a whiff of your cologne that has him hooked already. His fingers are itching to grab a medium, any medium- charcoal, watercolor, oil paints and immortalize you, in fear that you might vanish suddenly, slip from his line of sight.
He still hasn’t muttered a single word, he realizes when he sees the indexes of the melting clock moving steadily, reminding him that time still does go by. The small couch that he barely managed to fit in the entrance area of his dorm struggles to fit you both, the proximity making him dizzy. You’d be the one to break the silence.
“So, do you like Surrealism?”
“Not really”
Taken aback by his statement, you turn your body sideways to face him, at least as much as the limited space allows you to. You could start off with something lighter, like “I like your place” or “How did you meet Ten?”, yet you hated small talk.
“How come?”
“It’s just… a mess. It makes no sense. Most of the art isn’t even nice to look at. You have to search and search for some kind of meaning, only to be left even more confused.”
“Don’t you think that looking for meaning in a surrealistic painting negates the whole point of the movement itself?”
“But there must be a meaning. Even if the artists are painting from their subconscious, they are pulling something out of the deepest recesses of their minds. Surely it means something.”
“Sometimes it does, sometimes it doesn’t. Do you like making sense out of people, Taeyong?”
“People are pretty similar. They act in certain behavioral patterns. They reflect whatever it is they are feeling inside on the surface.”
“And what sense do you make of me?”
Taeyong gets startled by the question. Surely he has an answer, calculating people was sort of like his hobby, yet he doesn’t know how candid he can be with someone he just met. He takes the matted-down cigarette he put out earlier and places it between his lips, lighting it again.
“You dress neatly. You’re pretty, and not afraid to show it. If I can read through that nice manicure correctly, I’d say you grew up with French and piano tutoring. You’re close with your mom and want to be like her. A good girl.”
Your sardonic smile is visible even through the thick smoke. You seem to mutter something that Taeyong’s ears can’t quite catch, before taking out a piece of paper with a painting printed on it.
“The False Mirror, 1928. It’s the first piece we have to analyze.”
Taeyong takes the print from your hands carefully, squinting his eyes as they scan through its entirety. It’s an eye, not very realistically depicted, with a circular sky placed inside the otherwise ordinary oculus.
“An eye”, he states matter-of-factly, and you scoot right next to him on the couch.
“Yes, without the face. Out of its usual context.”
“So you’re saying that the artist purposefully makes a bizarre combination to stimulate the viewer?”
“Not just to stimulate, but to force them to raise a question.”
“The eyes are the mirror to the soul?”
“A parody of that, yes. Magritte said that the function of painting is to make poetry visible, after all.”
Taeyong stares at the piece some more as he finishes his cigarette, and it makes him feel more uneasy with every second that passes by. Is the sky a reflection of what the eye is seeing? The lack of detail in the artistry makes it hard to tell.
“It almost seems like it’s an opening to a new reality.”
“It’s an invitation to see the world differently. Not everything is as it seems.”
The last comment feels like a jab at your conversation earlier, and it makes Taeyong leave the painting on the table finally. It all seems ugly and weird and the piece is making him upset by forcing him to look past the obvious that he loves so much.
“You seem really good at this”, he says and lets some of the ashes smoke out the white, fluffy clouds, “I’m not worried about the assignment at all. I can send you a small analysis tomorrow and we can combine it with yours-”
“Is this your way of nicely kicking me out of your dorm?”, you joke and Taeyong panics, moving his hands frantically over his face. Your presence was more than welcome, even if you did make him a little nervous. He wasn’t used to such beauty being so close to him, alive, breathing. As he sees you smile back at him brightly, he thinks that life truly imitates art.
“No, not at all! You can stay as long as you want! I can order pizza and you can tell me more about yourself.”
“Hmmm. I have a better idea.”
Taeyong doesn’t know how he ended up with you at a stranger’s house party, nor exactly how you convinced him to tag along. He follows you inside the stuffy apartment, the led lights and loud music already giving him a headache. The sweat of the people dancing is dripping from the ceiling, making him even more claustrophobic, clinging onto you.
You pour him a drink and Taeyong reluctantly accepts it, well aware of how strong it is for him. He takes a small sip while you down your whole glass in one shot, making his eyes bulge out of his head in shock. He tries to make small talk, ask you about the party thrower and advise you to slow down, yet your attention is fixated on a group of loud men.
“Be right back”, you tell him as you excuse yourself, and he watches as you tackle the tallest of them all in a big hug.
You scream his name and look up at him dearly, and Taeyong can already tell that you and ‘Johnny’ are more than just friends. He notices how you try to make yourself bigger in front of him, how nervous you seem as you initiate conversation. He can also notice how much more interested you seem in him than he does in you.
Taeyong feels as if he’s probing at something he shouldn’t, so he turns around and gulps the rest of his drink with difficulty. Defeated and with a hint of sadness coating your eyes you return to the kitchen and pour yourself another drink, stronger this time.
He asks you questions about your interests to distract you, maybe even calm you down. While the alcohol confuses you both and the loud music muffles a lot of the words together, Taeyong manages to learn a lot about you. You started painting as a means of escape, surrealism and gore being your favorite. Carbonated drinks give you the hiccups and you unironically like the most pretentious of indie bands. You have a tattoo of your first pet on your left buttcheek that you will never let your parents know about. Your smile has the ability to raise his heart rate in a split second.
Taeyong stays silent as you empty the glass once more, but he has to interrupt when you try to drink straight from the bottle. You hop on the counter so that he’s sat between your thighs, whining as he takes it out of your hands. The extra sips you stole made you just as tipsy as him and you ground yourself with the feeling of his palms on your thighs.
“You shouldn’t drink so much”, he slurs and squeezes the muscles a little, the fabric of your dress, making his fingers run effortlessly over them. You love the attention.
Your own fingers weave through his locks, tugging them a little so that you pump out even more attention from him. He looks so pretty looking up at you like that, blown-out pupils taking everything in and waiting for your next move.
“Let’s do something else then.”
You seal the proposal with a kiss, tasting the alcohol on Taeyong’s soft lips. He kisses you back feverishly after he’s over the initial shock, his brain unable to realize if this moment he shares with the pretty girl that visited his dorm earlier this evening is real or not. Soon his tongue disappears inside your mouth, running over your teeth and playing with you further.
You guide his hands under your skirt as he breaks the skin of your neck with his teeth, and a single finger over your panties makes a shiver go down your spine. He toys with the hem some more, slowly feeling the fabric dampen but never taking it further.
“I want your fingers inside me”, you plead in his ears, your voice airy and breaking with desperation.
“There are people around”
“No one gives a fuck. I need you.”
Taeyong hisses in an inner battle with his self-control, yet your glossy doe eyes take the win. He pushes your panties to the side carefully, moving even closer between your legs to hide the sinful act as much as he can. His body feels hot against you and when he dips his middle finger inside you have to grip onto his shoulders so that you don’t dissolve in the feeling.
“Faster”, you beg and he inserts his index as well, painting a pearly purple love bite over your collarbones. With every drag of his fingertips against your walls, he drags a moan out of your lips as well, the pretty sound getting buried in the deep bass of the loud music.
Just as he feels you falling over the edge, searching your face for the lewd expressions of orgasmic pleasure, he realizes that your eyes are glued provocatively onto another man.
PART II - EMPIRE OF LIGHT
It’d been exactly 33 hours since the last time he saw you. You were both stumbling outside of the house party, drunk and disoriented and with the taste of your orgasm still on your tongues, yet Taeyong somehow managed to call you a cab. He remembers being pissed off and confused over your behavior, refusing your advances and your proposal to follow you home.
You texted him later that next day, thanking him for taking care of you and asking him to meet up for your project. You didn’t mention your moment of intimacy, nor Johnny, neither did you apologize for that night. Taeyong agreed and offered his place once again for your rendezvous. The indexes of the melting clock taunt his anxiety as he waits for you to arrive.
The knock on his door came 20 minutes late again, and Taeyong writes it down as another one of your habits. Your eyes look tired and your skin looks dull, yet you’re still styled in a neat and pretty outfit. It was weird seeing you in the light of day, without being surrounded by the darkness that fits you so well. All the flaws that Taeyong could see in you in the morning were humanizing while simultaneously showing him just how different you are compared to him.
You walk in confidently, almost as if you own the place, and throw your body onto his couch. Taeyong chuckles incredulously, joining you after he lights a new cigarette. You take out another print from your bag and he hears the faint clanging of glass bottles as you do.
The painting looks a little more artistically pleasing this time, yet there’s something that still gives off an unsettling feeling. After his eyes get used to the high contrasts, he notices that the nocturnal street scene is set against a light-drenched morning sky. One of the most fundamental premises of life is being messed with, and light, while usually something that’s a source of clarity, causes him confusion and uneasiness.
“Empire of Light, 1950”, you start explaining, fanning out the smoke with your hands when it reaches you, “Magritte painted this scene numerous times. It’s a paradoxical combination of day and night. The conception of a picture, that is, the idea, is not visible in the picture: an idea cannot be seen with the eyes. What is represented in a picture is what is visible to the eyes, it is the thing or things that must have been ideated. The landscape evokes night and the sky evokes day. He called this power: poetry.”
Taeyong blows his smoke on the house depicted, as if the landlady would open one of the small windows and tell him off, providing another small light source in the painting.
“A paradox”, he repeats, toying the sour word with his tongue and mixing it with the bitterness of the tobacco, “Like the paradox of a girl with pretty dresses that’s addicted to alcohol.”
You realize he’s talking about you yet you decide to play dumb, hiding in the silence of the room. And Taeyong lets you hide but only for a few seconds, before he grabs the alcohol bottles from your bag and places them over the painting. One of them, a digestif, gets stuck on the paper, adding a caramel-colored ring over the light-blue sky.
“I like to drink. So what?”
“You have a problem. Who the fuck carries three half-empty bottles of booze in their school bag?”
“You don’t know when I drunk them”
“You reek of liquor”
His stare is unnerving, shoving you into an imaginary corner and casting an interrogation beacon on you. With trembling hands and heated cheeks, you grab a pack of gums from the jean jacket you brought along and start to chew aggressively. There’s a caretaker value in him that makes your stomach warm and your head foggy at the same time.
“Says the guy with the lung cancer between his lips. Since you like playing therapist so much then you’d know that we all have our coping mechanisms. We all have that something or someone to use that makes us feel better.”
Something in Taeyong shifts after what you said, evident in the way his jaw tightens.
“Is it because of this Johnny guy? You can tell me you know, I’m no therapist but I’m your friend.”
You scoff, giving him a once over. “A friend? Is that what you call everyone you finger fuck in a room full of people?”
You try your hardest to hold back your laughter at Taeyong’s reddening cheeks as he notices the healing hickeys he’s left on you. His intentions are clear and they seem as pure as they can be, so you pace around the room a little to organize your thoughts.
“It’s not because of Johnny. It’s because of my ex. He was the type of guy that can take you to heaven and then drag you to hell in the same breath. When someone you love tells you daily just how worthless you are the insult ends up staying inside your skull for longer than bearable.”
You get dizzy from the circles you paced so you sit down on his desk chair this time. The rolling motion comforts you a little so you find the courage to spill more of your heart out.
“The booze makes the voice shut up. Sex helps too. Johnny is just a fuck buddy of mine. He has his eyes.”
Taeyong gulps dryly at your confessions but listens carefully nonetheless. There is a weight in his chest and an itch over the fingers that he used that night.
“So I was a distraction too?”
“I’m sorry if you feel used, but aren’t all hookups a distraction if you think about it? Besides, it was good. The finger fucking, I mean. I don’t regret it.”
Taeyong weighed all the possible responses to your compliment, but he soon concluded that avoiding them all would be best.
“I’m sorry this happened to you, no one deserves this. But this coping mechanism is going to ruin you.”
“I know. And I know that you deserve better than whatever mess I am. Sorry for dragging you into this.”
“You didn’t force me into anything, don’t worry. I am a little guilty of indulging as well.”
You take a minute to take him all in, and you almost lose him in his all-black attire. Some of his works that you hadn’t noticed last time are hanging from the walls. It’s mostly beautiful women, surrounded by lines and shapes in bright colors. The intensity and liveliness of the paintings surprise you, so very different than the man who’s sitting in front of you.
“Enough about me. What is it with you? Besides our friend Ten, you seem to be like a ghost to everyone else.”
“I like blending in, sticking out is uncomfortable.”
“Is that why you dress like a watered-down Hot Topic employee?”
“Being invisible isn’t such a bad thing.”
“Yeah. Maybe I should try that. You know, sometimes, I like to hang around the train station for hours. I daydream of packing my necessities and leaving this place forever. Start a new life with a new name, a new life that is not as cursed as this one is. I don’t even know what’s stopping me from leaving everything I am behind.”
You watch curiously as Taeyong gets up from the couch and walks slowly up to you. You think he’ll probably ask you to leave, or tell you to at least get up from his comfortable chair you’re occupying, yet you still in shock when he wraps his arms around you. He smells nice, very sweet, and homey, just like his embrace. It’s been years since the last time you felt so light.
“No. You’re meant to be here.”, he murmurs through your hair, “You’re meant to be seen. You’re full of color.”
“Like the women in your paintings?”
Taeyong hums affirmatively, the vibration relaxing you even more. “You’re the type of person artists make whole oeuvres about.”
You continue working on the project pleasantly, and your little team is starting to gel. You guide Taeyong with your valuable knowledge on surrealism, and in return he lets you play your pretentious indie bands as background noise. You love how kind and understanding he is, and you admire his effortless leadership skills. He’s been glued next to your leg the entire time, looking up at you from his seat on the floor. And when he rests his head on your thigh and you pet his hair until he purrs, you both telepathically agree not to comment on it.
It’s getting late and Taeyong’s walking you out of his dorm, his jacket hanging from your shoulders since the sun is down by now. You can feel the anxiety oozing from his body.
“So, ummm. I was wondering if you’d ummm, like to go out somewhere tomorrow.”
“Lee Taeyong, are you asking me out on a date?”
“No no! I mean, I just want to hang out with you. Unless you want it to be a date. Then I’m completely fine with that.”
You giggle at his rambling, high on the warmth of his clothes that remind you of his embrace earlier.
“There’s an art exhibition downtown. We can go check it out if you want.”
“I’d love that.”
You peck his cheek sweetly before leaving, and the contact of your lips against his skin will burn him for the rest of the night. You don’t even notice that you forgot the bottles of alcohol at his apartment.
PART III - THE LOVERS
For your gallery date, you were early for the first time. Drenched in a healthy glow, with crystal eyes and the brightest smile. How could anyone expect Taeyong to pay attention to the art pieces when you were standing right next to him? The whole time you were silently appreciating the artwork, he had his own studying to do as well. His talent in reading people would find a creative purpose for the first time as he thought of what earthy tones and stroke techniques would best depict you on paper. You always seemed too much for him to paint, too complex and deep and beautiful for his level of artistry.
If you noticed his staring, you didn’t say a thing, but when he decided to intertwine his fingers with yours, your palm sweated a little. He thought your hand was made for his, with how perfectly it fit inside it, and Taeyong wished he could cling onto the feeling forever. He walked you home like the gentleman he is, but not before he treated you with your favorite ice cream as you talked about art for hours. He didn’t make a move to kiss you, nor did you suggest to lead him inside your place and then inside you.
When you asked him how come he hadn’t lit a cigarette the entire night, he simply told you he quit. Tobacco tastes so bland compared to the smell of your perfume without the hints of alcohol.
And that’s how the rest of the week flew by, meeting every day and spending most of their duration together. You’d study for your project, or watch movies, or cuddle in between those two. An undisclosed desire was dripping from your lips, yet what you have is too delicate to be recklessly disrupted, so you toy between the lines of platonic love. A hug that lingers for too long, a growing hard-on hiding under thick jeans, curious fingers that dance too close to the top of your thighs.
Tonight, Taeyong is waiting for your study date at his dorm, as always. He still hasn’t realized how late it’s gotten, lost between the painting materials that are scattered across the floor. Prussian blues, bright reds, and cad yellows. He jumps when he hears you knocking, startled by the sudden noise and his own excitement.
You appear in another one of your dresses, a red one this time, topped with his jacket that’s now a wardrobe staple for you. Taeyong thinks you look pretty as ever because tonight, you look his.
Peeking over his shoulder, you notice his half-finished work, and you’re immediately enamored with the plethora of colors that seem to reel you in. In the middle of the canvas, you see a woman that resembles you in the most flattering way possible. She’s you but more interesting, more caring, brighter, kinder. It’s an image of you, an impression of you. It’s how Taeyong chooses to see you.
You don’t even tell him hi as you walk through his doorstep, the electric look you share already saying it all. He leans over his door to lock it, just a deep breath away for your chests to meet, and the moment he’s turned the key for the last loop you’re pressed up against it. You know you’re too close when you can tell he smells like those cinnamon gums you love so much, so you decide to have a taste.
Your teeth clash as your lips crash against his, and the hunger that you feel for him overwhelms you. The night you shared at that party couldn’t even compare to the way he kisses you now, so full of purpose that he almost scares you. He leads you blindly over the small couch, grunting as he falls on top of you, and you continue to nibble his pretty lips over and over again.
Time freezes when you’re one like that, lightheaded and moving your tongues to taste each other. Taeyong grinds against your clothes, making your abdomen feel like it’s on fire, and your mouth waters at the conceivable length. He pulls away for just a moment, raw in his messy hair and puffy lips. The hem of your dress curls into his fists, and you’re shocked at how it doesn’t rip from the force.
He does the same for your underwear, impatiently taking it off of you until you’re bear and wet underneath him. He pushes you higher up the cushions, throwing your legs over his shoulders when he’s fit himself semi-comfortably. The shaky breaths he leaves against your lower lips make your whole body tingle, and when he first licks your clit you swear you’re seeing stars. His tongue gets covered in your sweet taste, tirelessly sucking and kissing that one spot that makes your voice sing for him louder. You’re just so beautiful when you finally come against his mouth, covering his chin in your juices and shaking in pleasure.
As he waits for your body to cool off, spreading loving kisses around your navel, Taeyong notices the fingerprints of paint that he has left on your inner thighs. The mere sight of you marked by a color he made on his own fires up the embers in him again, and you urge him to take his clothes off in agreement.
The first thing you notice is the delicate tattoos that subtly decorate his body. They’re small but meaningful, just like himself, and the thought of kissing every single one of them turns into a challenge. The next thing that demands your attention is his angry member that is staring right back at you, a pretty pink in color and thick enough to make you scream.
You bring him closer by the back of his thighs, pulling him in until you’re level-headed with his hipbones. Your tongue teases his tip until the whole thing bounces against it uncontrollably, so you take him all in, in hopes of calming him down. He’s hard already, so hard in fact that you’re scared he’s going to come in a few minutes if you keep at it. You bob your head enthusiastically either way, locking your eyes with his seductively and moaning around his throbbing cock. The salty excitement tingles your taste buds and he pulls you away with a sob and a tug on your hair, his face all fucked out and sexy.
“I want to fuck you first.”
The dirtiness that contrasts him excites you, so you put on your most innocent expression as you open up your hole with your index and middle finger.
“Dive in”
And that’s exactly what Taeyong does, bottoming out inside your tight wetness that feels as heavenly as he’d ever dream of. His hands roam all over your body as he snaps his hips against you, feeling up the softness of your breasts and pressing down your carotid until you mewl for him. It drives him insane just how submissive you look for him so he picks up the pace, fucking into you so fiercely that you slip from the small furniture and pile up on top of him on the floor.
You both laugh blithely at the accident and continue making out on his rug, your bodies warmed up and ready to continue. You roll your way to the middle of the living room, where Taeyong was painting earlier, and he sits you up on all fours for him. Your hands get dirty with the acrylics but it doesn’t really matter when he starts fucking you again, successfully reaching the deepest spots of you. It gets too much as you’re sucking him in, and you reach for the canvas itself for some sort of stability. As your dirty palms drag down on the freshly dried-up painting, you realize that you and Taeyong are now part of the artwork. And he surely adds the finishing touch just seconds later when he pulls out of you, painting ropes of white over your back.
This is usually the point when you have to take your walk of shame, so staying in his arms to cuddle after he cleans you up is a pleasant first for you. He helps you up your wobbly legs and leads you to his more comfortable bed, where he offers you a glass of water and plants a kiss over the carpet burns. It doesn’t take long for him to fall asleep soundly next to you, leaving you in awe of his sleeping beauty.
Somewhere close to the entrance, the print of The Lovers that you were supposed to analyze still lays untouched. Two figures with their faces covered by a white, deathlike cloth that keeps them forever apart, unable to truly communicate or touch. A frustrated desire is depicted. To some, the inability to fully unveil the true nature of even our most intimate companions.
Your phone that is thrown lazily on top of Taeyong’s bedside table flashes in bright blue light.
Johnny
I miss you, wanna come over? I have whiskey.
PART V - TIME TRANSFIXED
The sweet memories of last night flood Taeyong’s mind before he even opens up his eyes. He smiles at the morning light that bounces off his skin, stretching his arms to pull you in his embrace, yet he’s met with the flat mattress instead. He looks for you in the room that seems too empty all of a sudden, when he hears the wrenching sound of someone getting sick in the bathroom.
You crawl out of it a minute later, disheveled and wearing a t-shirt that Taeyong doesn’t recognize as his own. You were in the middle of collecting your things from his apartment when he clears his throat loudly to catch your attention.
“Did you leave last night?”
He’s met with silence. Cold, guilty silence.
“Did you drink again?”
The birds that chirp outside in cruel contradiction seem to mock him, so he moves quickly to his closet, turning a pile of clothes upside down. He finally finds an old pack of Parliaments and he lights one up, waiting for any sort of honesty from you. Your eyes stay glued to the floor, the pounding headache not making anything easier for you.
“You went to Johnny’s didn’t you.”
“Why are you asking me questions you already know the answers to?”
It’s so hard to excuse you this time. So hard to see the bigger picture. Taeyong implodes within himself like a dying star, and the tears start streaming down his pretty face. The big emotions combined with the smoke make a sob get caught in his throat, his hands pulling on the strands of hair that were previously flattened from sleep.
“Why? I thought you decided to quit. I thought we both made progress. I thought-”
“Well, you thought wrong Taeyong! People aren’t straight, symmetric lines and pretty shapes that you can place wherever you want on your canvas. They’re ugly, like cracking, bleeding paint, and I will never be the masterpiece you so badly want me to be.”
You grab your last belongings from his couch and charge towards the door, ignoring his calls of your name. The next Magritte painting Taeyong would have to see on his own.
He’s been staring at the print for about an hour now. You hadn’t contacted him for a day, and he was too proud to text you first. Your presence has become a routine, and for a moment he thinks that if he looks to his right you’d be right there, sprawled on the small couch.
The painting confuses him, as always, and with the loss of your guide he feels helpless against it. He waits for the clock on the top of the fireplace to come alive, and that is when Taeyong realizes that he’s stuck in a loop. In a life that he doesn’t have any reign over, in fear that its largeness will devour him whole.
He grabs his things like a maniac, leaves his place and gets on the first cab he sees. He screams at the driver to get to the train station quickly, a speeding ticket be damned. Strangers take weird looks at him as he hurries past them, most of them thinking that he’s late for a departure.
“Ladies and gentlemen. The train to ___ will depart in exactly one minute.”
You’re wearing the same dress you did when he saw you for the first time, entering the wagon with an overfilled suitcase. Taeyong shouts your name as if you’re the only person there because to him, you truly are. He doesn’t know when he started crying again, but the smile on your face when you see him makes his world colorful again.
Plot: The college sweetheart is working hard to convince you that he is anything but a stereotypical playboy. In the end, it seems that the one being a fool isn't just you.
💕 Dedicated to @geniusloey because she is the truest bestie! I really hope you will like it, I tried my best ㅠㅠ love you! ^^ 💕 Enjoy!
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When you thought about all the things that led you to get to know Byun Baekhyun, you would say it was all a luscious coincidence.
Actually, scratch that luscious part out. That wasn't true.
Ok, it was luscious maybe, not a coincidence though.
In fact, it was far from a coincidence. And it was luscious up to a certain point only.
Becoming the centre of the attention of the school's greatest basketball player, the school's playboy and also of your senior that happened to have fame almost equal to the one of an idol, it was anything but comfortable for someone like you; for someone who liked their peace, silence and getting their homework and assignments done for each week of the semester.
As much as you liked to study, there were times when you simply didn't enjoy it - those were the times you had a miniscule wish you had more friends as you looked out of your dorm window, the university students grouping up to go downtown to have fun.
“You need to have some fun in life,” reminded your roommate, but you merely let out a hum, not tearing your gaze away from the cheerful people. There he would be, simply always. The one around whom every person stood, the creator of the waves of laughter, the one who teased everyone and got an earful back in return, but all in good spirits.
To your huge surprise, you even spotted him talking to the coldest girl known on campus - Shin Mina. You heard some gossip from your roommate about how the Byun Baekhyun, the one who always got whatever he wanted, kept being rejected by her until - you remember clearly - he was seducing her in the library, her flirtatious, reciprocating smirk so visible it could blind even the blind one. Their heads were basically connected, discussing something seemingly important, since Byun Baekhyun could barely take his eyes off of her. They were definitely having something together.
“You know you are worse than Shin Mina, right?” your roommate would pipe in when you whispered to her your discovery.
“What does that mean,” you only mumbled, rolling your eyes. “I'm nothing like Shin Mina.” And, I don’t have the campus sweetheart following me everywhere I go, you added in your mind.
Your roommate only scoffed, shaking her head in disbelief as if she just heard the most bizarre news of her life.
But it was all true. You weren't sure what she was trying to say; yes, you liked to keep to yourself, only because people's matters made you tired, sucking out all your energy like a deflating balloon; and yes, you liked to study. It almost seemed like you were one of the very few people who enjoyed their major and the time you spent on educating yourself in your chosen field. What was wrong with that?
“Just saying. If there are girls on this campus who are unreachable it would be you and Shin Mina, but you’re worse. You ignore everyone who tries to make a move on you,” added your roommate, her posture slumped over her laptop, her glasses low on her nose as she sported the expression of the most bored person on campus.
“That's not true,” you rebuked, turning to look at her curved back.
She let out a slight laugh that was slightly dishonest. “Right. You have rejected more guys than girls Byun Baekhyun slept with. And that's a LOT.”
“Oh, here we go again,” you groaned, “that's nonsense. None of the guys were interesting to me, that's all.” You plopped down on your bed unceremoniously, letting out another sigh. “So I'm picky, what can I do?”
“At this rate you won't find anyone,” were her last words.
Shrugging, you let your shoulders drop, showing lack of care. So what if you wouldn't? Were men something that gave you value? Certainly not. Were men something you couldn't live without? Pff, certainly not. Men were, by default, quite the exact opposite of something you would want to have something to do with. All of them. Each of them. Even Byun Baekhyun, the sweetheart.
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So, again, what exactly led you to have Byun Baekhyun follow you everywhere you went? Why was he tailing you? And- most of all, why was he the one picking you up instead of your friend?!
“Sorry, Chanyeol couldn't make it,” winked Byun Baekhyun smoothly from behind his steering wheel. He had much of a simpler car than one would have thought, and it was a pleasant surprise on your side but you would never admit that.
You frowned, looking at him through the rolled down window of the passenger seat. “Well, he didn't tell me anything.”
“That's because he is so busy he couldn't write to you,” Baekhyun had a simple explanation as he jumped out of his car, making a beeline towards your frozen figure at the curb. “Let me help you with the heavy luggage, gorgeous.” And you still stood frozen when he grabbed the handle of your suitcase and went to the back of his car.
Snapping out of your shock, your frown deepened when you saw Chanyeol's fresh instagram stories about enjoying his day in, your grip tightening around your smartphone.
What the-
“Which dorm is it again?” asked Baekhyun nonchalantly as he was loading in your bags, his muscles straining every time he lifted the heavy baggage. You swallowed and shook your head fast.
“Err, Harmony Dorms,” you muttered, pursing your lips at him.
He threw you a thankful smile and he straightened up, finished with loading the baggage. The trunk clicked shut. “So, hop in, beautiful.”
You cringed, hating the sound of his darn pet names, pushing the flirtiness on you. As you sat in his car, slowly roaming through the streets of your huge campus, you wondered why would he even bother to do this for you - or for Chanyeol. And, why wouldn’t he just save the darn flirtiness for those who wanted it? You concluded he was like that to anything that had boobs.
“Hopefully your dorms are harmonic enough, eh?” he told you as he leaned over the steering wheel, staring up at the shabby building that was your future home for the next four months.
You shrugged, undoing your belt, ready to leave the car when the man spoke up again, making you turn back and look at him.
“Actually, wanna grab some lunch? I’m starving,” he said with a sheepish smile.
You pressed your lips together before rolling them in, contemplating. “Uh, I’m kinda… erm, in a hurry?”
Baekhyun smirked. “Well, you do owe me, don’t you?”
Excuse you? “Well, that is between you and Chanyeol.”
“Well, I did pack all of your stuff into my car and, of course, we have to take it up to your room. And-“ he wiggled his eyebrows, “you’re a terrible liar. You were supposed to get lunch with Chanyeol after moving.”
Your lips parted, heat immediately reddening your cheeks in embarrassment from being caught. So that was what happened when one didn’t socialize enough - they wouldn’t be able to say even the smallest lie. Que you.
“I’m just-“
“C’mon, it's just one lunch. Nothing else,” he pressed.
And that was really how you found yourself in Byun Baekhyun’s presence ever since. He seemed to be in your step all the time until he made you come to one of his basketball practices and you accidentally (or not?) saw him changing his jersey— goodness-lord-sweet-gee that was a sight that made your heart jump painfully. Or was it because he made eye contact with you right after, once again successfully catching you doing something you’d kill for him not to know? Probably.
You found yourself laughing more often than not.
The first huge red glad signaling you might have been falling for him was when you forgot to prepare for an assignment in time. You always gave yourself enough time to revise, prepare materials and write the reports, but this time you found yourself nodding and agreeing to Baekhyun’s suggestions, which led you to carelessly wave your hand at the awaiting school work.
With the very much unexpected attention of Baekhyun, came the very much unwanted attention of the school itself. People were staring whenever the two of you met in the park, took a small walk between classes or just sat in the cafes, chatting. Baekhyun was a charmer that ended up weaving his way into your tender heart, as much as you tried to suppress it in the beginning. Maybe it was the honest glint of his eyes that told you you wouldn’t be a laughing stock whose face would be stuck to the tree’s trunk as the main loser of the campus, making everyone who passed by laugh in mock.
“Wanna go for a ride in the evening?” he suggested one day when you met him after his practice. You found yourself panting for air at the sight of him, freshly out of shower, the towel still around his broad shoulders on the Jersey shirt he sported, the sundown looking gorgeous on him in the background.
As in… a date? Instead, you only hummed. The sight of girls whispering, then spotting Shin Mina glaring your way made you lose confidence.
Why was even Shin Mina glaring at you? Would you be the next one to glare at whichever girl Baekhyun decided to flirt with after he was done playing with you?
The spoilt emotions made you a little sick, a little too sad than you wished you’d be. After so many meetings, so much talking with Baekhyun you still seemed to have issues with him. You’d say rightfully so; Baekhyun, however, wasn’t so sure.
“You’re still hesitant around me,” he noted quietly, and stopped by a nearby tree that was unoccupied. He had a calculated, sober stare, as if he had already had a hunch you’d be like this. Almost as if he was used to people doubting him time and time again. Were you too harsh, perhaps?
“Sorry, it’s just that- uh, people keep staring and I just,” you threw your hands up, frustrated with the lack of appropriate vocabulary to name your confused emotions.
“It’s just my reputation.”
You looked up at him, eyes widening at his honest words clearly stating he saw right through you.
He smiled. “I’d know, I’m on the receiving side, aren’t I?” It was a rhetoric question but you still felt like you needed to say something.
“I’m sorry, I don’t want to doubt you, I really don’t, but maybe I’m just looking for a more serious relationship. Not for a fling, not for a play, Baekhyun.” Honestly, before he came around barging into your life with elbows spread wide you weren’t even looking for any kind of relationship. You weren’t seeking any opportunities for socializing, but meeting him, getting to know him had moved something inside of you, something that left an excited tingle on the top of your tongue, a sprinkle of happiness and elevation that you could only call life.
“And I’m not looking for someone to play with,” he clarified in a leveled tone. “I-I-I found myself genuinely liking you, and I’d just like to explore this feeling a little more.”
Your heart jumped painfully, his stutter sending the gentlest of breezes your way, making all the tiny butterflies in your tummy come alive as they spread warmth in your veins.
“So what do you say?” he asked in a hopeful tone. The left corner of his lips was curled upwards, his stance casual but still expectant. “A night drive? With me?”
When he saw you still hesitating he added: “It’s a date.”
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He had a different car this time. This car was definitely the kind of car you’d imagine him having; a lush black Audi car of which all the signature equipment like belts and lights were shot through with a red, oozing luxury and something you could only dream of having - money.
“Nice car,” you commented when he pressed a button, bringing the sports car to life. “You had quite a … shabby one last time.”
Baekhyun threw you an amused glance before he wheeled the car out of the campus and out on the main road. “Yeah, that was my, uh, auntie’s. I gave her a ride to the hospital and had to pick her up the next day so I just kept the car. Mine was parked at hers.”
You formed an interested o shape with your mouth, nodding. “Is your auntie okay?”
Baekhyun drummed his long fingers against the steering wheel, not quite looking your way despite his eyes roaming around the road ahead wildly. “Ah, yeah, she is great! I mean- as great as one can be when they go to the hospital, right?” he breathed an awkward laugh and you found yourself following along. Right. What a silly question.
“Anyways, would you like to drink something?” Baekhyun perked up, saving the conversation that was steering off to the awkward shores. “We can stop by the Starbucks drive-thru or something.”
You shrugged, smiling. “Sure, why not.”
After getting your sugar-induced latte and Baekhyun his iced americano (it helps me to sleep, he had said), you were driving around Gangnam, an area fairly unknown to you besides the shopping malls, of course.
“This is my father’s business,” he told you sweetly as you passed a bigger car company. Your eyes bulged but Baekhyun continued as if nothing was happening. “Hence I have a good car I guess. I always wanted to work with cars but he insisted I get a degree and then see where that takes me.”
“Really? So you wanted to be a- what is it called, a repairman?”
Baekhyun let out an amused giggle, looking at you for a moment before looking back at the busy road. “Yeah, a car mechanic.”
You pinked, hiding your face behind the huge plastic Starbucks cup. “Yeah, that…”
“So damn cute,” he muttered, still chuckling under his nose.
You melted a little bit; or a lot. Hearing his laugh, especially because you were the reason behind it, made you super light; so light you could levitate, you could jump gracefully from one cloud to another, reaching the cloud 9 where you currently belonged. You wiggled in your seat, your feet tapping against the clean carpet of the car.
“What will you be when you grow up?” he asked easily, stopping the car by the red light. You had quite the queue in front, which meant you’d be sitting there for a while.
You stole a glance at the basketball player. He was leaning back in his seat, his head now turned to you as his left elbow rested against the window. The countless lights of the luxurious area reflected against his smooth, dewy skin and you had to bite your lip, not wanting to dip too deep in the ocean of his eyes that were so broody, so ready to lure you in.
Maybe you were already drowning though.
“I will probably continue my studies, so nothing is decided yet.”
He let out an appreciative whistle as he gently took off his foot of the break, letting the car gradually move further ahead before pressing on the break again. “You’re so smart. I can totally see that in you, you know? Just the way you work says a lot about your intellect.” When the car was completely still and so was your breathing, he added, looking at you with sincerity. “It’s what I like about you the most. Thank you for letting me in. You won’t regret,” he added breathily and let his hand brush yours that rested on your thigh.
The contact sent sparks flying, sent shock waves down your tummy. You reciprocated the deep stare, and he looked like he could lean in and kiss you right there.
A simple honk of a car stopped him from any furthering.
Yeah, you thought with a lovesick sigh, don’t make me regret choosing you.
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One car ride date turned into two, that turned into three and four until you were hanging out in his car all the time. The weekend would roll around and with it would the tires of his car, taking you for a small trip that would end up making both of you laugh, listen to the music loudly, making you more vocal than ever before.
His lips on yours every minute he or you could squeeze in, you’d certainly be liplocked, mouths and tongues entangled in a messy moisture, ragged breathing, loud panting. He would stop the car at a resting area just so he could have you climb into his lap and make out wildly, crazily, so passionately your heart could never learn to keep up with the frenzy. His touch everywhere on your body sent tingles to each nerve ending of yours.
The more you hung out, the louder the whispers were.
“He’d choose that ice queen? Pfft, as if.”
“What does he see in her? She is so plain and shallow.”
“Shin Mina would be better than her. Shin Mina has tits at least.”
“What’s gotten into him? He wanted Shin Mina so badly before.”
“What did he even do to get into her panties?”
You slammed the locker shut angrily, annoyed with the stupid gossips that had been roaming around as soon as Byun Baekhyun took a hold of your hand on the campus. He was holding your hand all the time and you found it quite official. You never were much of an open business kind of talker, so you took it as an open show off that the both of you were in a relationship.
And you were.
At every basketball game Baekhyun was pointing towards you when he scored, when the team won he’d be looking for you first. And then make out with you in front of everyone.
You were used to the scowls whenever that would happen. The scowl of Shin Mina always left you a little scared but for no valid reasons provided.
“Don’t pay attention to her,” Baekhyun would tell you. “She’s just jealous of what she missed.”
You didn’t know how to interpret his words but you wouldn’t have the time, as he’d push his tongue into your mouth right after.
You weren’t complaining; boy were you not complaining.
But you were never there for fame; it just felt so nice to be liked by someone like Baekhyun. As much as you didn’t like him in the beginning and found him utterly pretentious, he was now someone that managed to dig up a special place in your heart.
By this point the final party of the semester was in full preparation. However you were sure you wouldn’t be going. You steered from school parties as much as you could, not wanting to hang out with such people that frequented those occasions.
There was one time you went way back in your first semester and since then you swore you wouldn’t go. Those were the moments that triggered you to become your current self; focusing on studying, not bothering to try to get to know others.
Until - guess what - Baekhyun appeared.
“Come to the final party with me,” he whispered into your ear as if telling you a precious secret.
You’d usually decline, politely, with a forced smile; or sometimes without the smile. You were simply not interested.
But Byun Baekhyun just won another huge basketball tournament and his hand was under your shirt, one of your legs hanging over his thigh, his free hand gently holding the outer side of your thigh. A very compromising position. It made you all weak, defenseless and rendered you losing all sense of control.
You let out an airy pant when he drew sensual circles on the skin covering your ribs, cheekily making his way up higher. “I-I don’t go to such places…ah.”
Baekhyun hummed; were you any closer you’d feel the purring of his chest. He was basically a cat, enjoying the view of his food - you - which made him even more excited. Were you losing before the game even started? If Baekhyun decided to do the deed with you, you’d say yes in a heartbeat because, boy, were you frustrated with him - all in a good way, naturally.
“Why’s that, gorgeous?” he mumbled distractedly when his hand on your thigh dared to slip to the inside of your thigh. Walking his long, crooked fingers to the hem of your shorts, you swore you’d be melting in that moment. What a damn tease he was. To prove that fact to you, he let his lips touch your cheek, spreading the pillows slightly, just enough for you to feel the moist inside of his mouth.
“I just simply don’t go,” you breathed, mewling when he was close to the crotch of the shorts.
“I’d want you to go, though. Accompanying me, your partner,” he replied softly, lips moving against your reddened cheek.
You managed to shake your head, a win for you. “No, Baek, I don’t-” you almost hiccuped when he took a hold of your breast over the fabric of your bra. His fingers, without consent, slipped inside the opening of your shorts, eager to touch up your most sensitive, most hurting spot.
You moaned, your head rolling back.
“Let’s see for how long you can keep saying no to me,” decided Baekhyun, his middle finger wiggling. “Or how long I can keep saying no to you.”
You wanted to frown, puzzlement clear in the wrinkles of your forehead but there was no time.
Baekhyun was a player; well, a basketball player. Not only that though, and you were reminded very quickly with his fingers and mouth which he put to work expertly. He’d easily get the PhD were there one in a woman seduction.
He made you feel good. Actually, far, far better than good. He was the epitome of a tease, with a generous reward - or so you thought.
He’d have you in a state of an almost complete fall-apart. Emphasis on almost. Because he wouldn’t give it to you, just like you wouldn’t give it to him.
“Say yes,” he whispered into your ear seductively, his eyes zooming on the small beads of sweat around your hairline and under your lip. “Come with me to the final party.”
You could understand why he’d pressurize. He was the superstar of the school, superstar of the ladies’ bedsheets, too. Well, except yours. And probably Shin Mina’s but she was not a good person to think about now.
His presence was a demand, but Baekhyun himself didn’t see it that way. The basketball star loved attention, loved to be the center of it, and he wouldn’t miss the final party for you. That much you’d guessed. He’d go without you, and even though a part of you wished you’d be in a cheesy romance movie in which he’d give up this reputation he needed to live up to, he’d never do it because the boy wanted to go, be it with or without you.
“Let me show you off,” he added breathily, affected at the sight of you.
You bit your lip, frustration rising when he removed his hand. You were completely dressed up, a shirt a little askew, that’s true, but no one would know his hand was up your shorts and shirt, pressing all the right buttons to access you completely and wholly.
You were close to giving in.
After all, he was only kind and sweet to you, as much as he was too flirty sometimes. You remembered him keeping his hands to himself as long as he could, your reluctance to give in to him stretching his personal limits. He’d succeeded in that. He stuck with you long enough for you to have no doubts about his sincerity with you.
By that moment he was camping in every corner of your mind, of your body. He was the name you fell asleep with on your mind, and he’d be the name you’d wake up with on your tongue.
Just like right now.
“Baekhyun,” you moaned, when he slowly brought his hand back. “I just- I feel anxious in those places,” you finally admitted, your mind fuzzy.
He shushed you gently, slowly working his way to your pleasure. “I’ll be there, baby. The whole time.” He closed his eyes and rested his forehead against your temple. “So, say yes.” When you kept panting, he growled. “Or else no coming for you.”
You grabbed his wrist before he could retreat the damn hand again, making it feel like time froze. You found yourself staring into his eyes; yours were wild, frantic and shaky, his were calm, steady and dominant. Overpowering. You. Completely.
“Okay-“ you panted, swallowing, “yes, I’ll go. I’ll go. Just-“ you scrunched up your face, agony speaking instead of your mind, “please finish me.”
If smirks could speak, the one Baekhyun sported in that moment would say that’s my girl. Now cum for me.
And you did. It was hard, overwhelming. Explosions were the only way to describe the magic he could provide you with. He was biting at your ear lobe, pulling on it, moaning together with you as if he himself was going through an orgasm. As if having you fall apart in his arms was turning him on and making him release all at the same time.
He kissed your forehead gently, his nose trailing over your hair. “It’ll be worth it, gorgeous. I promise.”
: :
You still went on a date before the final party. Baekhyun mentioned something about dressing up prettily but not too prettily *wink wink*, whatever he meant by that. It made your heart flutter, and you understood the message in your own way; not too prettily so that someone else wouldn’t snatch you away, right?
You found yourself on a carousel in an amusement park and the skirty-skirt you put on with a cheeky grin two hours prior was floating up and almost flashing the poor small kids were it not for your frantic hand that kept the aggressive textile down.
Baekhyun kept laughing at your embarrassment and he shook his head, eyes glinting with endearment for you. “Told you not to dress too prettily!”
You pouted and he reached his hand out, his finger pushing the pouty back. “No pouting unless you want me to kiss you senseless right here, right now.”
Gulping, you decided to listen well. It was still hard to get used to the extreme PDA this man was capable of pulling on you. His hand up (or down) your shorts/skirt/jeans? No probs. Pushing his tongue down your throat? Absolutely. Consider it done.
Despite that he had the sweetest smile when he bought you cotton candy, giving you a pastel pink one. “Baby pink for my baby kind of baby pink,” he muttered sweetly, closing in on your lips. His were, as always, tilted upwards in the signature smirk, which melted into a satisfied grin when your sugar coated lips covered the soft pillows of his. He held your cheek gently, humming at the loudness of your kiss. Neither of you leaned back when the final peck resounded the noisy area, both of your parted lips brushing against each other.
“You taste so good,” he whispered, smiling. He pressed a final kiss to the corner of your lips just when you felt his free hand grabbing yours, intertwining your fingers like intimate lovers did.
It made your heart jump painfully.
Why was he like that?
You smiled, relishing in the present moment.
Because he liked you.
“Will you win me a teddy bear?” he asked in a cute tone, suddenly the sexy man turning into a cute pup.
Your eyebrows shot up at the change, finding your heart bursting with adornment for him. “Shouldn’t it be you who does it for me?”
He frowned playfully, pushing you ever so gently. “That’s a stereotype. What about me is stereotypical, huh?” He could bark like a puppy for all you knew, he sounded just like one.
You're right, you thought as you reciprocated his look amorously. In a way, everything about Baekhyun was stereotypical; starting with the traditional famous playboy that plays the school’s representative sport, having every girl fall at his feet, breaking their hearts, every person on the corridor being his friend - they were all screaming a huge stereotype.
With you though?
His pouty lips and frown smoothened out into a triumphant smile that made you want to pinch his cheek, which you did, making him yelp.
“Okay, okay, you're right,” you sighed with exaggeration and without waiting for him, headed to the nearest booth. He followed you right away, his hand sneaking around your waist, always remembering to show you off in front of everyone just like-
“My biggest prize,” he whispered into your ear, “will always be you. Remember that.”
Shock, shock and more shock at the warmth of his breath against the shell of your ear. You'd combust, you swore you would.
With one last, “good luck, gorgeous,” he stepped away, making you dumbly realize that you were standing in front of the booth, the seller expectantly raising his bushy eyebrows at you. He held the gun out to you. “Are you challenging, lady?”
You heard Baekhyun's amused chuckle from behind and you threw him a warning glare as you accepted the gun.
He motioned for you to focus and you reluctantly looked back ahead.
“Any specific toy you want, baby?” you purred, adjusting the gun by bringing it up to your face.
Baekhyun was surprised at the tone of your voice and the man in the booth chuckled.
“You said teddy bear earlier, right?” you said, already aiming your gun at a big bear. His body was too big, hence he was slouching forward lifelessly.
Your boyfriend cleared his throat and you couldn't help the little smirk. “Don't worry, your baby will get it for you--” and with that your teeth dipped into the soft of your lower lip as you pressed the trigger.
When the teddy bear was successfully hit, you were surprised yourself. Fake it till you make it wasn't a lie after all. The seller clapped his hands along with Baekhyun who recovered from his startle faster than you as he was directly next to you, proudly accepting the big toy.
“Hope my little baby boy likes it,” you purred again, just to tease him in front of the seller. Speaking of him, he almost choked on his saliva hearing your bold words. Then you saw Baekhyun's genuine smile gradually disappear, his eyes darkening.
Before you could point it out though, he pushed a fake smile, grabbing your wrist. “Oh, my sweet, little baby girl, thank you, my mushy sugar cane-” you were yanked ahead mercilessly, almost making you fall face first. His grip was securing you, however, you still stumbled after him, your questions about what was wrong falling on deaf ears.
By the time Baekhyun pushed you into a darker corner between the stands, he was frowning, neither happiness nor satisfaction in sight anymore. It was the pitch perfect example of the brightest, shiniest summer sun getting clouded by the thunderstorm clouds, bringing sudden cold and harsh rains along.
“Baekhyun, what's wrong? What did I-”
The basketball player pushed his knee in between your thighs at the same time he forced his tongue into your open mouth. His kiss was dirty, pushy, teethy and definitely bruising. He dropped the toy on the ground so he could hold your neck, the touch and caress gentle in spite of his aggressive kissing.
You moaned when his knee upped, brushing your aching area. “Fucking playing with me in front of others?” he breathed before enveloping your lip in his mouth, sucking on it. Your arms were already around his neck while your eager hips wanted to push more into him. “Did you forget who is in charge, little girl?”
“Oh my god, Baekhyun,” you mewled, feeling turned on by his words.
“Yeah, say my name again,” his lips were moving against yours, his thumbs caressing your jaw. “In this relationship, I dominate, baby,” he reminded, a hint of growl in his low tone. “Next time you decide to tease me like that, make sure you remember the consequences.”
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You certainly didn't know about that side of Baekhyun but you could hardly care when he made you feel so attracted to him, to every part of him. That man easily had you wrapped around his finger.
As the final party approached, your anticipation rose too. Anticipation at a possible night spent with him, both of you giving into your pleasures, and then, eventually, giving into the deeper emotions.
You were already breathless when you entered the party along with Chanyeol. You were mad at him in the beginning, but now you couldn't have been any more thankful for sending Baekhuyn to help you with the move.
“Let's grab a drink!” shouted Chanyeol over the loud music as he shielded you from the stuffy crowd. You arrived a little later than planned, since Chanyeol had errands to do, and Baekhyun told you he'd meet you at the party.
You felt just a little bit disappointed at that. He knew you'd be anxious about the party and he reassured you with his presence, but seemingly you had to wait for it. Thankfully, Chanyeol knew you inside out and he made sure to stay by your side while you tried not to give into your squeezing heart.
Receiving countless looks, whispers erupting as soon as you passed by the rest of the college folks felt completely different when you were alone. They'd make sure you knew you were the hot topic of gossip.
Taking out your phone, you texted Baekhyun, asking him where he was only to see that even the previous message, in which you informed him about your arrival, wasn't read.
And you sent that quite a while ago. Over an hour ago, to be exact.
Biting your lip, you once again skimmed the crowds, unsure about Baekhyun's absence. You took a double-take when you spotted Shin Mina in a corner sipping on her drink by herself. She was staring at you, taking in the shock that was written all over your face, before she shook her head and turned away, obviously hating the plain sight of you for whatever reason that was. You scoffed, annoyed, before you bit your lip, the sour taste in your mouth spoiling your mood even further. Where the hell was Baekhyun?
“Don't worry,” told you Chanyeol with a casual shrug, taking a gulp of alcohol in the red cup, “he likes his arrivals grand. He will most probably arrive with the rest of the basketball team.”
You pursed your lips. Of course the superstar wouldn't change overnight, and probably you weren't worth his change either, but once again you found yourself hoping for something that was unspoken between you and him.
Then, on the other hand, he said it would be worth it…
“There you are!”
The sudden grab of your hips, the erupting shouts in the crowd, they all made you jump in fear.
“I was looking for you everywhere!” Baekhyun was shouting with a bright smile. You looked behind you with widened eyes, your heart about to jump out of your chest but your boyfriend didn’t notice your discomfort because with a single wink at Chanyeol and a yank of your wrist, you found yourself in the middle of the crowd.
“Byun! Byun! Byun!”
“Oppa!”
Baekhyun paid them no mind, his eyes set solely on you. Finally, when surrounded by a circle of crowd in the center of which the two of you stood, he seemed to finally take notice of your discomfort.
“It’s okay, it’s okay,” he told you, his hand lifting to cradle your cheek. His lovable gaze, the lick of his lips and he was leaning in for a kiss. “Just focus on me. I’m here now.” His perky lips brushed yours and you were instantly relieved. You managed to smile gently before he captured your lips slowly and he’d urge them apart, wanting and aiming for a passionate make out session in front of everyone.
The crowd went absolutely nuts, more screams and shouts erupted when he touched your backside, pushing you more to him. He was playing with your muscle. He wanted you to get lost in the kiss like you'd usually get when you have more privacy. But just like your hopes of him being next to you from the beginning, he also didn't get it his way when you found yourself being all too aware of the current situation; the shouts, the chants, Baekhyun’s intimate touch displayed for everyone to see…
You didn't like it.
“Baek-”
“Shh, just one more-” he pounded his lips on yours and when he felt you stiffen, his fingers tickled your sides, making you gasp out a laugh that made him laugh as well once he separated.
The applause was huge, most of the basketball team going nuts along with regular students. You offered a shy smile, because you were still a superstar apparently. Managing to throw your hand into a weird gesture that was supposed to be a friendly wave, you licked the moisture off your lips and looked up to see Baekhyun giving a little smile, lips pressed together.
“Do you want to stay at the party?” he asked once the crowd slowly dispersed when they concluded you and Baekhyun wouldn't be providing any more entertainment. “You should go home if you don't feel comfortable.”
You frowned slightly, smiling. “I'm okay, now that you are here. It's more fun with you.”
Baekhyun breathed a chuckle, letting the back of his fingers brush your cheek before he pinched it playfully. “But you were uncomfortable. I'm sure Chanyeol wouldn't mind taking you home.”
“Why are you pushing it? I said it's okay, don't worry,” you said, your voice domineering. To ease the impact of your tone, you caressed his chest, feeling his pectorals under. “Or you want me to go?”
“No!” he was quick to retort, his eyes frantic. “I don't.” He shook his head, looking at the ground for a moment. Another gentle shake of his head and he looked up, your eyes now pleading to speak his mind. “I don't, baby. I don't.”
There was something in his eyes. For the love of you, you couldn't pinpoint the uncertainty that something evoked inside, making your tummy churn in sudden anxiety, and it had nothing to do with the loud environment.
“Then what's wrong?” you mumbled.
“I'll be roaming around a little,” he finally told you gently, leaning in to press a lingering kiss to your forehead. “So, just enjoy. Just… stay with Chanyeol… Go home if you want to… Uhm, it's better to go home…” His lips parted against your forehead.
“Baekhyun, what is up?” Slightly leaning away so that his lips would detach, you were now full of apprehension. He literally tortured you to make you come to this party. “You're acting weird and all,” you were throwing your hands around. “I wanted to spend the party with you. You promised it would be worth it.”
Now he was more sad, a kicked puppy equivalent. “I'll come find you, okay?”
You sighed, dissatisfied, but a single caress on your cheek, a last kiss to your lips and the promise of your words to him: “But you'll explain later, right?”
“I'll explain everything.”
So there was something to be explained, you thought suspiciously when you turned to watch after him as he mingled in the crowd, high-fiving everyone on the way with a happy smile he certainly didn't have just seconds ago.
With a frustrated, hurt sigh you pushed your way around to find your only friend in the foreign place; Chanyeol. He was chatting with several other friends that you only scarcely knew about. Unlike Baekhyun, Chanyeol was quick to award you with a bright smile and an opening of his left arm, inviting you in.
You snuggled closer, hiding your face in his chest.
“Where is Baekhyun?” he asked you in a low tone so that only you could hear.
You shrugged, feeling the tension in your body tightening like a thick wire full of high voltage. “He is somewhere around.”
Before he could say anything more, his friends decided to throw more garbage at your head.
“So how did you woo Byun Baekhyun?”
“His last girlfriend was like- never. He doesn't date the same girl, or so I heard.”
“Well, he always wanted to fuck Shin Mina, I know that much-”
“Chen!” hissed Chanyeol, his grip around your shoulders tightening.
Your heart jumped up into your throat as you stared at Chen who shrugged, an apologetic smile on his lips.
“Sorry, 's what I know for sure.”
“Why would you say it to her?” growled Chanyeol and let out an annoyed sigh as he rubbed your shoulder, wanting to calm you down before the eruption could happen.
Chen shrugged again, avoiding eye contact.
“Are you his friend?” you spoke up, surprising everyone.
“Kinda,” he told you, looking up at you from the ground. “He is a good friend when he cares.”
“I figured that much about him…”
“I'm surprised you gave in to him, I swore you'd be the last to give him any chance.”
“What does that supposed to mean?” you tried to hide the offense in your voice, but you could hardly do that when irritation was poking at each of your nerves with the thinnest needle. Why would Chen ever consider you as a potential interest for Baekhyun, anyway?
“It just means exactly what I said. You might not be the famous one on campus, but you are that unpopular girl no one dares to make a move at. An eye contact with you could kill.”
“So Shin Mina is easier, I suppose?” you rolled your eyes. With the way her name was pronounced so much whenever you and Baekhyun would be brought up, you thought saying her name would be wise. But she was a cold-hearted hyena, and you should have known better.
Because once you focused on the crowd behind Chen, you saw it.
Did it happen because you spoke her name like some charm, bringing trouble her name contained along?
You saw it, the way she was pressed against Baekhyun, their faces literally plastered together because both of them were so deep in each other's throats with their tongues. Her breasts (they were bigger than yours) were pushed harshly against his chest as she was fisting his hair while his hands were on her cheeks, fingers splayed.
In an instant you felt a bulge rising in your throat. You would puke. You'd surely puke at the disgusting sight. Your lips were parting in pure horror just in time for everyone to start noticing the commotion.
It was like in a movie.
The time froze.
The crowd cleared, making a path leading to the lip-locked couple from where you stood. Lights were pointing at them, and you were just a mere background smudge, unimportant yet brutally played with.
So many thoughts ran through your mind in one second a headache started to pound against your skull, the pressure coming out in a dull ache just above your left eye.
“Oh, dear-fucking-lord.” That was Chen. “I guess he won the challenge…”
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let me explain (00:03)
you promised i can explain right?? (00:04)
where did u go? (00:04)
baby (00:04)
gorgeous (00:04)
talk to me (00:04)
where did u go (00:04)
can u pls pick up your phone?? (00:04)
pick up the phone!! (00:05)
please please baby don't do this (00:05)
just pick up and u don't have to say a word i'll do the talking but please pick it up!!! (00:06)
it was a complete misunderstanding (00:07)
like a total one (00:07)
not sure what u heard from others but whatever it is it isn't true u mustn't trust others bbby (00:07)
please hear me out (00:08)
You turned off your phone. Being a modern child, that was the first in a long while. You weren't sure the phone would be asking later for a pin code but honestly? You couldn't care less. You couldn't think, you couldn't catch a breath, you couldn't even pretend to be alright, because this hurt.
You were cut into half with a sharp knife, the owner of which was Byun Baekhyun. In fact, you could imagine it just fine. His sinister smirk that you once found attractive as he happily slashed the sharp knife straight through your tender heart. An evil laugh followed later.
It only made sense, this whole situation. Shin Mina's name was always spoken by someone, she was literally looming in the dark shadows, a threatening, scary shape following your every move that involved Baekhyun.
“Baekhyun always wanted to fuck Shin Mina…”
Right.
The painful memories of them in the library came flooding in, making you relive that exact moment when you thought they were definitely heavily flirting, just on the verge of doing the deed straight there on the table full of business books.
But how did you come into the equation? When did you get entangled in this mess and why...
Just why…
Park Chanyeol got you into this mess. He said yes to Baekhyun. He must have unintentionally said yes to Baekhyun's dishonest intentions with you as well.
Was he trying to make Shin Mina jealous?
Just what challenge was this about?
Granted, if you'd only let the man speak, you'd get answers, except you weren't sure you'd be able to trust them again.
You turned on your bed, your head on the pillow of which the right side was already soaked through with your tears. God were you happy your roommate was still at the party.
Squeezing your eyes shut, more tears rolled down your cheeks, as you finally let out strangled sobs. You were aching everywhere, but the worst ache was soaring from your chest, sending waves out and destroying everything around you, a literal end of the world. You felt embarrassed at everything you did with him, at everything you imagined with him. The worst? You were hating yourself for giving in. From the beginning your intuition was correct, and you neglected it because the man literally hypnotized you with his charming skills, seeding himself in your mind only to bring pesticides along. For God's sake, the man manipulated you into saying yes for going to the party. He was all over you, inside and out, just to get you exactly where he needed you to be.
How terribly unfair.
How terribly sad and regretful.
He was regretful.
Who played whom? Who wanted whom?
You were the main character, but you never led the actual story.
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“I think she would totally dig you,” said Chen, not looking at Baekhyun as they observed Shin Mina from afar, graciously throwing her hair over her shoulder as she focused on the material in front of her. The two males were sitting three tables away, but the library was yet to be filled up with students at such an early hour.
“You bet she would,” replied cockily Baekhyun, smirking to himself. “There is no one that would say no to me.”
Chen rolled his eyes, chortling out a laugh as he smacked Baekhyun's chest with the back of his hand. “You would totally deserve to be kicked in the balls but since I'm your friend I'll keep rooting for you.” He nudged Baekhyun in the ribs. “Go, talk to her.”
When Baekhyun approached his huge crush, she gave him a skeptical look, frowning when he sat down next to her. “Hey.”
“Get lost.”
He smiled brightly. “So sweet. I'll be quick so you can go back to your studies - come out on a date with me.”
He didn't know what exactly he expected. Certainly not a skeptical look from the gorgeous female. “Right. How about me rephrasing myself: get the hell out of my sight, Byun.”
“I love the way you say my last name. Put your name to it and I'll be in heaven.”
She rolled her eyes as she slammed her book shut with a loud thud.
“Just one date, that's all I'm asking for.”
She let out a huge, exasperated sigh along with an exaggerated eye roll. “Just this one time, leave me alone and remind me not to come to the library anymore.”
When he saw her standing up he was fast to follow her, swiftly turning around so he could catch up with her steps. Her heels were clinking on the linoleum floor and Baekhyun got even more excited; ugh, she was such a lady.
“Just one date,” he insisted when she wouldn’t say anything.
Her turn was so abrupt Baekhyun almost collided with her but his arms reached out, stopping both of them from the unwanted clash.
Her eyebrow rose as she smirked. “You’d do anything?”
His breath almost hitched. “Anything.”
Nodding to herself once, she licked her lips. A gracious giggle left her lips, her eyes shining in a challenge, making Baekhyun hold his breath. “We both know there is only one person who is harder to woo than I am.” She threw her long hair behind her shoulder, leaning more ahead, sending a whiff of her expensive scent towards Baekhyun. He could only hum. He looked like he wasn't even listening properly, completely bewitched by her presence. “If you-” she pointed a finger at Baekhyun, “manage to get her-” she pointed towards your figure a few tables away, “to like you, I'll give you a chance.”
Baekhyun looked over at your table. He couldn't see that well but to him it looked like you were mumbling as you listed through one of your many books that were surrounding you. He knew you but you weren't anything special to him; not a treat to look at like Shin Mina was. Despite that, he could only feel a sense of pride at the thought of charming you. He looked back at Mina. “How do I prove to you that she likes me?”
“Easy,” she shrugged, her delicate shoulders bobbing up and down, “a heavy make-out session. At the final party.”
Baekhyun snorted. “Consider it done, but you don't go to those parties. What the hell makes you think she'll go? Never seen her there once…”
Mina perked up an eyebrow. “Is that so? Well, I'll go, and if you really manage to seduce her, she'll go as well.”
“Okay,” agreed Baekhyun as if it was no hard business. “But right after, you owe me. And you better make it worth the wait for me,” he told her in a husky voice.
Shin Mina only smirked. “Alright. But first - the mind game.”
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Even if Baekhyun explained to you the happenings thousands of times, you couldn't look at him. You successfully became a laughing stock; just like you worked hard to not become one ever.
The basketball player was hot on your heels, always grabbing your wrist to make you stop from running away, but you merely snatched it away, sending him your signature death glare.
Before he knew you, he was never on the receiving end of it, but now that he was, it was scary, hurtful and very much real, because it was aimed at him.
“I don't want to see your stupid face,” you hissed, “get out of my sight.”
“Please,” he whimpered, calling your name weakly when you turned your back on him again. “Just- you know I was played as well!”
You turned back to him abruptly, startling the man. “What the hell are you talking about? Stop lying, Baekhyun. You're just a player and you'll always stay that way!”
“No, no, you don't get it because you don't let me explain!” he shouted finally.
Tears brimmed your eyes at the tone of his voice. “You told me already how it happened!”
“But I never told you how I-” his voice went quiet so that no one would hear him, “was played. She dumped me.”
You scoffed, smirking. “Deserved.”
Baekhyuns lip trembled. “She told me she was never real with me and I realized how deep my feelings are for you and-and...”
“Keep the unnecessary bullshit,” you waved your hand, turning again.
Baekhyun pressed his lips together, bracing himself when he dared to grab your wrist again. Smoothly, he turned you around and back to him, your body colliding with his. “I told you I have feelings for you and that's what you say to me?”
Staring into his eyes, you could spot sincerity. You saw that he meant what he said, and if this was a few weeks ago before the disaster happened, you'd be over the moon at the revelation. But life didn't work like that; your mind didn't work like that. It couldn't. It was already so scarred by the ugly memories of him kissing her like that.
“You fucked up,” was all you muttered to him, keeping your stance by reciprocating the intense eye contact. Your own words broke your heart all over again, and then it happened another time when you could see the crack in Baekhyun's facade. You broke him with your words, too. “And I don't want to see you.”
“Then when can you see me again?” he whispered, voice shaky. “When can you let me make up for the horrible mistakes? Please… I think-” I am falling in love with you.
Your nostrils flared, burning up from the suppressed tears. “Never. I don't give second chances. I can't. This hurts too much, what you did… You totally ruined me, Baekhyun.”
You left him standing there.
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Shin Mina parted from his lips, gasping for air. Damn it. Byun Baekhyun was a great kisser, maybe too great.
Her chest was heaving up and down when she spotted his swollen lip, but the hungry look in his eyes she saw there when he approached her in the library was nowhere to be seen anymore, despite the passionate kiss. Without further ado, she gritted her teeth, cleaning her saliva off from her mouth with the back of her hand. Baekhyun frowned. “If you thought I'd consider you for a date, you're wrong.”
“What?”
She smirked, by now it was her signature cheshire cat smile. “After what you've done to her?” she shook her head in disbelief, barely making it out without slapping the guy across his face. “You used her just to get to me. Like hell I'd want a man like that. Knowing you, you'll just do it again.”
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A/N: Dont trust playboys haha Hope you enjoyed! This story will not be getting any bonus/more update, as it is completely finished, set in a stone. Everything that he said/happened you can interpret your own way! Baek was quite the number in this one, lost both girls >.< what did you think?
title: gravity
pairing: taemin x gn reader
genre: angst, smut, fwb
request: Hi! Slipping another request for your growing request list 😅. If you're down to write it -- can we have a Taemin fic about someone he can't help being drawn back to every time he's in their city. Idk if you know the song 'Gravity' by Brent Faiyaz but, 100% that kind of vibe. 100% down for it to be smutty
word count: 3.4k
warnings: long-distance angstiness, oral sex (including face fucking), mirror sex, dirty talk, unprotected sex (do not 🙅🏿♀️🙅🏿♀️), creampie, hand on the throat but no choking, fuckboy taemin?
a/n: Taemin’s gone off to the service and left me with an infant to raise by myself so here’s a fic i guess 😢😢😢😢😢😢 i made the reader gender neutral because the requester used “their” pronouns/didn’t specify gender, but anon if you want something different you can let me know
recommended songs: gravity + brent faiyaz | strings + taemin | everytime + ariana grande
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i’d get you what you want, but you want me alone
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His name and picture appear on your phone one evening without forewarning, and despite yourself, it makes your breath catch. You count the beats in your head before allowing yourself to pick up the call, not wanting to seem more eager than necessary. You would’ve picked it up halfway before the first ring finished, if you were a little less shameless.
It feels like every nerve in your body has come online from a deep sleep when he speaks your name.
“How have you been doing?” he asks, his voice a casual lilt.
“I’m fine. Life is...life. I’m doing okay. What about you?”
“Busy,” he says, which you expected. He always is. “There’s never not something to do.” There’s hesitation in Taemin’s voice when he speaks again—maybe something akin to longing—and the syllables of his words drag out longer than they need to. “You know, I’m back in town. Just on some business, but...”
You pause, and even though you’ve physically hesitated, your heart begins leaping like it’s trying to escape your chest. “You are?”
“Yes, I won’t be here for very long, but…” His voice trails off like there’s a silent part within that he expects you to fill in. Indeed, you’ve both been doing this long enough to know how that sentence ends.
“But you want to see me,” you finish for him. You smirk at that, knowing him probably better than he knows himself. A surge of discontent stirs in your chest, though, which you are unable to fully tune out.
Taemin makes a noise like he’s stretching out, and you imagine him lying back on his bed. He’s likely already been put up in a hotel, the same one he always stays at when he comes to your city. “Good guess.” He laughs sneakily, like you’ve just spilled something no one was supposed to know, and you snort. “Did you miss me? We haven’t met in so long.”
You sigh, feeling like you’re walking into a trap. Taemin’s need for affection, especially fully vocalized affection, has always seemed a bit like a setup, even if he wasn’t entirely aware of it. A way to expose your growing feelings for him without you even realizing what you’d done. “I think you know the answer to that one. Clearly, I don’t need to ask if you’ve missed me.”
He laughs. For a moment you wish you were on FaceTime instead, so you could see the smile stretching itself out on his pretty, plush lips.
“I always end up missing you...everything about you, like the faces you make when I’m between your thighs, or how you always get so tight around me…” His voice is lower now, more breathy, a promise and a tease all at the same time.
You swallow nervously at those words, blood already rushing to your lower body. “Tae…”
Taemin moans softly in answer to you calling his name, and it makes you die a little on the inside. “I can’t wait to come inside you, mark you as mine again.” Before you can think to respond to that, he says, “...But we should save all that for when we see each other, hm?” And he giggles again. If you were not so infatuated with him, you might reach through the phone to strangle him.
“God, Taemin...you wear me out.”
“Don’t I always?”
—
Later that week, Taemin shows up at your place with his overnight bag in tow, just as you’d expected. And food.
“Oh, you brought sustenance,” you say, raising your eyebrows at the bag of food in his hands.
“Yes, duh. Although you like to claim otherwise, I’m not such a pervert that I don’t know how to wine and dine you before getting what I want.” You roll your eyes at that, letting him come past the threshold.
“Okay, Tae. Whatever you say.” You pinch a strand of his black-and-white hair, and it slips from your fingers as he walks past you. “Nice weave. Whose idea was it this time?”
Taemin cuts his eyes at you. “You should be thanking me for giving you something to pull on.”
You cover your mouth to hide your laughter, shaking your head. “Ah, Lee Taemin. Such a gracious lover.”
Before you can even think about getting to the main event, you both spend a few hours just catching up on things, eating the food he’d brought, and acting way too much like a couple for your sanity. You wonder if he feels the same way about this behavior deep down, but you aren’t going to venture down that road by asking him. Not yet.
After you are done eating, it doesn’t take long to fall into bed and into the same pattern you’ve established with each other. Taemin has pulled his hair back into a small ponytail at the back of his head, because he thinks you’ll find it hotter—always such a glutton for your attention—and you are exasperated because he’s right. Taemin reads the sudden interest in your gaze, and his lips curve in a knowing and devious smile before pulling you into his grasp.
“I was wanting this for so damn long,” he says to you with his lips against your neck. He corners you in the hallway, his body pressing against your own as he plants one hand on your lower back and brings your hips close enough that even a single breath couldn’t get between you.
“You say that every time,” you sigh, tilting your head and allowing him more space to brush his lips over your skin.
“Because it’s true.” You don’t know how you eventually get to your bedroom, because Taemin seems intent on peeling all your clothes off in the middle of the hallway. Your shirt is missing and your pants are already unbuttoned by the time you reach the bed, and Taemin’s own shirt is lying in the doorway of your room. The peony tattoo on his hip is almost fully displayed now, blooming darkly against his skin and disappearing partway beneath the waistband of his skinny jeans.
Taemin climbs onto the bed to join you and kisses you deeply, your chests pressed together and his hips rocking fluidly against your own, his growing erection pressing deliciously into you and making you arch your hips into him. You spend so long simply kissing that you feel like an overexcited college student making out with your crush for the first time again, and you distantly wonder why he’s spending more time on this than he usually would.
Eventually, he parts from your lips and makes it his personal mission to kiss every inch of your body he can, making his way from your neck to the top of your jeans.
He kisses you through your underwear before sliding it off you, taking his time with this movement, and puts his silky wet mouth on you. You tremble underneath him as his tongue sweeps over you, and you dip your hands down into that hair—which is admittedly just as fun to pull on as he’d predicted.
The strands become fully unleashed from their former neat little ponytail by the time Taemin has you coming and spilling over his tongue and fingers. When he finishes, he pulls back from you—licking his lips all the while—and runs a hand through the loose hair, pretending to sigh in annoyance and casting a look to the abandoned hair tie on the floor.
“Ah, babe...you never appreciate my hard work.”
“Taemin...shut up.”
Despite his complaint, he doesn’t bother with tying it back up again. After he’s peeled his pants and underwear off with your help, he gets onto the bed and kneels above you, legs balanced on either side of your shoulders. You put your tongue out for him to slide his length across, but he only teases you for a few moments by tapping the tip against your tongue. Nothing but a sticky trail of precum is left between his tip and your tongue; you try to beg him for more with your eyes alone. Taemin meets your pleading gaze with his own wicked eyes, but he only smiles vaguely and keeps up his teasing game, rubbing the head of his dick across your lips and smearing his precum over your mouth like gloss.
Finally, he decides he’s done with denying you and feeds his dick to you inch by inch. He gives a rough moan when he pulls out and pushes back in, savoring the way your mouth tightens around him.
Taemin places his hands on the bed and slowly thrusts his hips, fucking your mouth like he often likes to do, his thighs flexing with the motions. He does this until sweat beads on his forehead, sliding his member between your lips and reveling in the dirty wet sounds it creates, and he laughs when he sees your hand clumsily slide further down between your legs.
“Does having your throat fucked turn you on this much?” he murmurs. “Can’t even help yourself ‘cause you’re in love with my dick. Shameless.” You cannot respond to his mocking, but his words make you even more aroused than before. Despite Taemin’s teasing of you, his own face and neck are flushing with heat, and his cock throbs as the familiar sensation of nearing the edge creeps up on him. With much reluctance, he pulls himself out of your mouth, leaving strings of your spit clinging to his shaft.
“Thank you for getting me nice and wet, baby.” He shuffles himself further down your body, kissing you on the lips once before settling himself between your legs and pulling your thighs around his slim hips. His cock nudges wet and hard against your inner thigh, and you gasp when he pushes into you, the stretch pleasant after so long of being empty of him.
Taemin wastes no time with rocking into you, setting a smooth rhythm that both of you are intimately familiar with. Taemin keeps one hand on your hip while the other holds your face, his thumb edging into your mouth. You curve your lips around this thumb, scraping your teeth against it and lapping your tongue across it just like you do on his dick. You take great pleasure in the way he twitches inside you, his grip on your waist tightening and his thrusts coming a bit faster.
He looks at you with burning eyes as he circles his hips into you. Pieces of his hair stick to his neck from the sweat, and his plump lips part with the marvel of having you spread out beneath him. He replaces his thumb with his lips yet again, dipping his tongue into your mouth and biting your bottom lip until it threatens to bleed.
Liquid heat radiates through your lower body as Taemin’s shaft keeps dragging in and out of you, and your legs weaken around his waist as you get closer to reaching your end. Before you can be pushed to the top of that shining zenith of pleasure, though, Taemin abruptly pulls out of you.
“No,” you whine breathlessly. That is the only sound your vocal chords can currently push out, though you’d like to throw a slew of curse words at him. He only smiles at your soft complaint and lowers his head for a second to kiss your kneebone, a fleeting but tender touch.
Without forewarning, Taemin shifts you over on the bed so you’re both positioned in front of the full-length mirror leaning against your wall. Pulling your head back, he brings your face up so you can see the both of you reflected in the mirror—Taemin’s hand coaxingly pressing your back into an arch, his hair hanging damp over his shoulders. Then he pushes back into you, sliding to the hilt in one easy motion, and you almost bite your lip before realizing it’s still hurting from Taemin’s insistent biting.
To your own eyes you already look exhausted, all fucked out and simply taking Taemin’s thrusts as he gives them. Taemin’s had the right idea, though, because you can’t take your eyes away from the vision of him behind you. You watch as all his muscles flex while he pushes into you, his eyes hotly meeting yours in the mirror, and his lips twitch up into a grin.
“What a beautiful sight,” he sighs, and he’s barely even breathless even with all the sweat decorating his skin. Exactly what fucking a professional dancer will get you—nothing but stamina and hips.
You grip the sheets as you stare back at Taemin as he fucks you, feeling a little exposed but ultimately captivated by it. The hand that was in your hair slides lower and around to your collarbone, coming to rest at the base of your throat. Taemin keeps his hand there to feel your throat jump underneath his fingers as you swallow harshly and gasp in response to his thrusts.
Taemin gives a shuddering groan when you tighten more around him, and he pushes forward a little deeper, the tip of his cock hitting your spot just right. Your head drops momentarily as you cry out, and you think your knees might turn to jelly beneath you. “Oh, yes. There? There.” Taemin murmurs this all in quick succession as he adjusts himself to find that perfect angle again and keeps rutting into it, one hand tight on your hip and the other still at your throat—now coming up to cup your chin and pull your face back up towards the mirror.
“Min,” escapes from your lips, though it’s a choppy sound. If you wanted to say anything else, you wouldn’t even be able to.
“Poor baby, you can’t even form words. Is it that fucking good? Tell me.” Taemin entices you to meet his gaze in the mirror again, squeezing his hand on your jaw and pressing his thumb against your lips like he’ll slip it back in once more. It takes you a moment of heavy breaths and clumsy not-quite-coherent sounds to respond.
“G-good,” you mutter against his hand. “Fuck me, oh my God—”
You come around Taemin with a small shout. He gives you a bit of reprieve and lets you hang your head back down—because right now your whole body feels like it wants to collapse with the muscle-weakening wave of pleasure that’s overtaken you. More little clipped sounds and pleas leap from your throat as Taemin fucks you through it, dangerously close to losing himself, too.
He keels over you with a gasping moan when he comes, his dick throbbing inside you while he spills so much cum that some of it drips back out. His heated breaths spread across your skin as he leans over you, bracing his arms on either side of your body and thrusting his hips just a little more to ride out the last of his climax.
Finally, you allow your body to slump forward, and Taemin slides out of you as you do, causing another messy trail of his cum to drip from you. His hand glides over your back, and he makes a noise that you could only describe as fully satisfied. “My favorite view.”
—
You and Taemin lie next to each other, your right arm nudging his left, his fingers playing over the back of your hand and making it tickle from the gentle touches. When the pillowtalk starts fading, you decide to bring up the one thing that’s been wearing on your mind since Taemin first called.
“Taemin...are we going to do this every time you pop into the city for a few days? A week?” You ask this quietly while Taemin traces long, winding lines over your forearm.
The motion of his fingers stop, and he looks carefully at the side of your face as you lie next to him. “Do you not like our little meetings anymore?” His tone is joking, but there’s an air of sadness to it not far behind.
“I didn’t say all that, but…” You pause. “We only ever get a few moments together. A day or two. Stealing hours to spend together, working on borrowed time...it’s not my idea of the perfect...arrangement.” You hesitate before saying arrangement, unsure how to describe this odd, magnetic connection you both have without making it deeper than it really is. A stiff silence hangs in the air, waiting to be broken by either of you.
Because you’re not sure—no, you definitely know that what you and Taemin have can’t really be called a relationship. What do you have?
“You’re always gone because of your work, and...that’s fine, I know how hard you work and you like always having something to do, but…” You want to say something like, I don’t want you to go. I don’t want to be away from you all the damn time. Those words have too much weight of responsibility behind them, however. They have the power to change things in a way you aren’t sure you want them to change—or that you’re still too afraid of.
“...And you miss me? More than just the sex, I mean.” Taemin’s voice is still a touch playful, though that quality is quickly dwindling away. His eyes fill with some emotion that’s more thoughtful and more saddened than just a few minutes ago. He is not quite ready for this conversation to turn to a depressing note, but he figures there’s no avoiding it this time.
“You always ask questions you already have answers to, Taemin.”
Taemin sighs. “I know it must be unfair to you...but I can’t stay away from you.” He hesitates, and the space between his eyebrows creases. “I think about you a lot more than I maybe should. I like your conversation and your company...even all the ridiculous jokes you make. But...”
You grit your teeth, clenching your fingers together and listening to Taemin’s words. “‘But…’? What are you trying to say?”
“I don’t want to keep you waiting around for me,” he answers softly. “If we were together, you’d always just be waiting for the next time to see me.”
“I already do that,” you grumble, feeling irritated and misunderstood.
“But—if we...it would be different—”
“You’d feel worse about leaving your partner behind rather than someone you just fuck, I guess?”
Taemin lets out a heavy breath and closes his eyes. “Don’t make me sound like such an asshole.”
“I haven’t made you sound like anything, or made you do anything,” you say bitterly, keeping your eyes on the ceiling as you speak. “It’s you, after all, who always feels the need to tell me when you’re back in town. I don’t ask after you, Taemin.” Because I would only ever ask for something you can’t seem to give me.
“So I’ll ask again. Do you not want to do this anymore?”
This man is possibly too dense for your nerves to withstand. And even though it would probably be better for you to say yes, to end this for your own good—and his own, even if he doesn’t realize it just yet—you don’t want this to stop. Being needed by him, even for something as simple as sex and as complicated as emotions that neither of you quite know how to confront, is something you don’t want to give up. Even if it gives you very little in return.
“That’s the wrong question to ask.” You sit up, letting the sheets pool around your waist. Taemin follows you, pressing his chest to your back as he slides his arms around your stomach, and you lower your head, wishing you weren’t so vulnerable to his advances. Taemin presses his mouth to your shoulder in an apologetic touch, and the feel of his lips makes something fall apart inside you.
“I’m sorry,” he murmurs. Sorry I can’t be there for you like you want me to be, maybe. You don’t know what he’s apologizing for, and you don’t care to ask at the moment.
You turn to face him. “Just stop. I don’t want to think about it anymore.” Then you push him back onto the bed, straddling him with both legs on either side of his waist. “Just. Stop. Talking.”
And so Taemin wordlessly lets you reignite the flame, working yourselves up into a mishmash of hands and mouths and bodies again, leaving so many words unsaid between the two of you.
—
with breathless lips, you paint my name with sorrow countless times this night
if someone ever asks taeyong what his biggest regret is, he would probably answer a nonsense. all indoors, he would say that his biggest regret is not answering his girlfriend's last call.
it was midnight and he was still perfecting the new choreography for the comeback coming ahead. he was tired and hungry, only wanting to lay himself down besides you, cuddling and showering you with kisses and love words. but he wasn't able to do that. somehow, the whole pressure was on his shoulders, and his deepest fear was to let someone down. even after years, he is still reluctant to understand that he was a diamond on the rough.
and you weren't far from that. for him, you were the most shining sun in the whole solar system. for him, you were his guardian angel, his heaven, his paradise door. and he only thing he wanted was to protect you from all the devils inside your head. but he couldn't because that wasn't his fight to fight. it was yours. but you couldn't either, even when you thought you were doing you best.
"hi, babe"
you talked to the voicemail, knowing that he wouldn't answer.
"do you remember when i asked you to take me to the rooftop that night? god, it was such a shining one. i wish i could go back there, i want to see the world when i stop breathing and turnin' blue..."
tears were streaming down your face, your air was choppy and you felt a knot in your heart while looking at bubu, the fish taeyong gifted to you in your first year anniversary, the one you named like him. your bubu, your safe place. you wished you could fight harder.
"and do you remember when i asked you to tell me love is endless? i don't want you to be so pretentious but i figured that out thanks to you. you know what? i asked you that because someone told me that you would leave me like you always do, and i didn't wanted to believe that. people can be so mean sometimes, darling, so mean"
your mind travels through your relationship. you still remember the 'if you need or wanna see me, better hurry, 'cause i'm leaving soon' message you sent to him after a heavy argument. after sending it, he was knocking your door. you both kiss and make up until the next morning. you never felt more secure than tangled around him.
you're so sorry you can't save yourself now.
you don't know how.
there's no way out but down.
"i remember when you tasted the salty tears on my cheek and when i told you that that's what a year-long headache does to you"
before you could keep on talking, you break into tears.
"i'm not okay, taeyong. i feel so scattered. and i don't want anyone saying i'm all that matters. eventually, everyone would leave me"
déjà vu.
you also remember when you fought over this.
"now, if you need or wanna see me, you'll not have to hurry, babe, 'cause i'm really leaving soon this time. god, i'm so sorry i can't save me when i promised you i would give fight to this. i just don't know how. i'm really sorry but there's no way out. there's no way out... but down. you'll have to walk alone now, honey, i'm so sorry i couldn't make it... i'm such an egoist person and i know it, babe"
the time is over.
you're bleeding and drowning.
but you're gone now.
and the only thing taeyong have from you is your last note.
no kisses, no hugs.
just you splashing his mind.
call my friends and tell them that i love them, but i'm not sorry.
or maybe just call my friends and tell them that i love them.
A huge teaser! He would be teasing you to the point where you just get soo frustrated. He would lean in for the kiss, you too would be leaning in for the kiss, closing your eyes but he won’t. He would just have that signature mischievous baekhyun glint in his eyes and would just peck you and keep you hanging. Confused, when you stare at him wide eyed, trying to ask him what happened, he would just shrug playfully and walk away, all while giving you that playful smile. Then what, You both would be simply running around the house like a cat and mouse.
❅ Taemin
Adorable kisser! Soo soft and gentle. He would just be soo much mesmerised by you looking at the stars with hope and light, feeling as if his whole world is right in front of his eyes. He would gently hold your elbow and make you turn towards him. He would then slide the same hand to your waist and pull you closer to him, leaning in and kissing you very softly and gently, as if, if he uses force he’d hurt you. Pulling back, he would place his forehead with yours and once again peck you softly, murmuring sweet things to you.
❅ Kai
Passionate. His kiss would be the one which would give you all the answers to his emotions and feelings. He’s the type to depict his feelings through words but majorly physically, he feels ease with that. He would gently push you to a nearby wall with both his hands on your side, caging you in. He would smile softly to you with his eyes twinkling under the beautiful moonlight. With one last smile, he would immediately go in for the kiss, holding your waist tightly with one hand and with other hand, arching your neck up towards him, his thumb caressing your cheek softly.
❅ Taeyong
You know the moment where his eyes go ^_^ he’d be really nervous because he would not know that whether you want it or not at that moment. But there are two sides to him. He could really be a passionate tyong and an adorable tyong. Even when his kiss is passionate, he’d be still soft to you. Holding your waist strongly and protectively, every inch of your bodies touching. He would slide his hand up to your neck and rub the side of it gently. His kiss would be eager, passionate but still soft. Pulling back, he would be the adorable yong again, his eyes shining, his grin reaching till his ears and he would be giggling shyly. His eyes would be holding soo much adoration and admiration for you and you would realise all his feelings for you.
❅ TEN
Intense. There’s a huge possibility that his kiss would turn into a beautiful night spent together. (You know what I mean right;)) but coming back, his kiss would be very deep, intense and calm and would make you lose all your senses. There would be hunger, roughness, passion but also gentleness , softness and fluff. This man knows the control very well. One moment it would be and feel very rough and the other moment very caressing and soft. He would then lift you bridal style to put you to sleep but the night would be still young for both of you!
❅ Lucas
Demanding. His kiss would be very demanding and controlling. He would love and want to take the lead and it would leave you breathless. Similar to baekhyun, he’s also a huge teaser, so definitely expect him to leave you hanging with just a peck. But to be honest, all he would want is to give in to you, even if he wants to be in control. For him, his lover comes first, so girl ask for whatever you want and he’d give you but in his own unique way;)
❅ Mark
Awkward sometimes and powerful. Similar to taeyong, he might feel awkward. It’s not about taking initiative but instead he just wants to know that whether you would like to give in or not in that moment. But also powerful because once he gets the hint from you, trust me he won’t stop. Passionate, love filled and intense kiss is what defines his way. But also, he’s the gentle type and wouldn’t go much tough or come out strong because ultimately he doesn’t want you hurt. He’s such a sweet caring person.
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summary: several years after high school, when you and your peers have all established careers, you get invited to your graduating class reunion.
pairing: lee taeyong x gn!reader
word count: 2.4k
genre: exes!au, angst, some closure.
a/n: mentions of alcohol, UNEDITED
You knew this day would come, but not this soon.
It feels like it came fast when in reality it’s been almost seven years since you graduated from high school. It took a handful of odd jobs after receiving your bachelor’s degree, but you were able to land a position as an accountant. With your hard work, you’ve slowly climbed up the ladder to where you now serve as the finance director of the firm you work for. Your salary is handsome, as per your standards, and you were recently able to afford a nice apartment. It was only after your move that you visited your parents on the other side of the city where they handed you the envelope in your hands. It was an invitation to your high school reunion.
That's how, fast forward a week later, you found yourself standing in front of your old high school gymnasium. You see people walking towards the entrance and feel stupid because most of them seem to be going with another person, maybe a friend they would keep in touch with or a significant other. Maybe you should have coaxed one of your co-workers and bribed them with drinks or something afterward. Too late now, you thought, as you sighed and made your way to the entrance. Upon arrival, the first thing you notice is the reasonably large group of people scattered throughout the room. It’s dark and the only light sources are the few disco ball lamps projecting multicolored circles throughout the perimeter of the room. You squint to try to make out people when seconds later, your thoughts are interrupted by a shrill, “Y/N!” You turn your head towards the sound and find an adult Jisoo approaching you. Jisoo was one of your closest friends you kept in touch with for a while but lost contact with a couple of years into college. “Jisoo, is that you? Oh my god, it’s been ages! How are you?” you hugged her, and she began to share how shortly after graduating college, she applied for a job as a photographer at a fashion agency, but she ended up landing a job as a model. Long story short, Jisoo was now a thriving model. “I’m so happy for you!” you gush with sincerity and she gets shy, combing her fingers through her hair. She tells you that she may have just landed her big break, about to fill you in on details when an oh-so-familiar voice cuts her off. “Hey guys,” you turn around and your eyes meet Lee Taeyong.
Taeyong and Y/N: the “dream team” as they used to call you back in high school. You shared a long and valuable relationship with him, dating almost throughout all of high school. That's why when people heard that you split up, they were more shocked than they would have liked to admit. it was a rather nasty breakup that was not mutual at first; he had gotten into his dream university located across the country while you chose to stay in your home city for college. You didn't want to stop him from achieving his dreams of becoming a pediatric dietitian; you would have hated yourself for acting that selfish. Therefore, you thought things could work via long-distance and they did for a while, but the harsh realities like not being able to hold each other in your hard times set in faster than you wanted to admit. Your schedules were becoming increasingly incompatible, and it became difficult for either one of you to grasp onto the relationship. You both watched as it slowly slipped away from your hands. Taeyong was the one to pull the trigger, and with heavy hearts, the two of you officially parted ways.
You have not contacted each other since then. Now, the two of you stand face to face, and you see an emotion in his eyes that you don’t recognize. Perhaps it’s because you successfully managed to forget the negative memories from all the ones you still have of him. Or maybe you just forgot how to read him. “Uh, Y/N, I wasn’t expecting you to show up,” he awkwardly rubs his hands together as he slowly shifts his gaze around the room. “Yeah, I wasn’t going to come, but I decided to come just for the fun of it. Bit of a last-minute decision, actually.” Jisoo could sense the tension in the air and playfully scoffed, “really? Y/N, I thought you weren’t the type of person to make last-minute decisions. You used to grill me for doing that all the time.” You notice the surprise looming on Taeyong's face; he must’ve been taken aback by your statement too. You turn away from his careful gaze before coldly replying, “people change over time, I guess.”
After Jisoo finds someone else to catch up with, you quickly excuse yourself to the bar to grab a glass of punch because there is no way in hell that you want to be left alone with Taeyong right now. The walk over to the bar is a little difficult, mainly due to the lack of light, but you manage to make it without bumping into anyone else. as you pour your punch in a cup, someone clears their throat in front of you. “Johnny Suh!” you gasp, a smile forming on your face. Johnny and you used to be neighbors in high school but right after graduation, he and his family moved to Chicago. You were very sad at the departure of one of your only friends, so you were beyond thrilled to see him again. You shuffle around the table to give him a hug that he gladly reciprocated. “I thought I saw you walk in. how are you, Y/N?”
“I’ve been well. Busy, but well. When did you get back?” He tells you that he recently got a job at an accounting firm, right here in the city. When you ask him where he says the name of your firm. “No way! I work there, too!” Johnny lights up at this, you talk about the work-life, how the people are, and share your experiences.
You fail to notice that across the room, a pair of eyes have been following you ever since you left them alone a few moments ago. Taeyong watches, with a pained gaze, as you reciprocate what is obvious flirtatious behavior from Johnny. Truthfully, when Johnny moved away, Taeyong remembers being a little happy on the inside, because he wouldn’t have to hear you talk about him so much. If he didn’t know better, he’d say that Johnny harbored a small crush on you. When he brought it up, you used to throw your head back in laughter, before pinching his cheeks and calling him cute. That same feeling begs to ignite again, but his head is quicker than his heart, as it forces him to look down at the thin silver band wrapped around the ring finger of his right hand. You’ve moved on, he hears, and he tucks his hand into his pocket. Someone walks over to him and captures his attention, pushing the thoughts of you and what could have been to the back of his head.
Johnny gets a call from someone, so he excuses himself from your company, leaving you standing amidst the terrible background music and a half-full cup of punch in your hand. You figure you can go grab some fresh air right about now, so you meander off to the door, before stepping out onto the concrete outside. The cool summer breeze is comfortable against your arms but out of habit you fold them together, the cup of punch firmly held in your palm. You close your eyes and exhale the breath you didn’t know you were holding. “Care if I join you?” Taeyong’s voice rings, shattering the silence you developed briefly. Opening your eyes, you clear your throat before saying, “be my guest.” Taeyong stands next to you, and once he’s in the light you’re able to get a better look at him. The last time you saw Taeyong, his hair was much shorter and cleanly trimmed. He had innocence in his eyes that twinkled with every step. The version of him standing next to you was definitely more mature; there’s a shadow of smile lines and crow’s feet on the side of his face you see, his hair has grown out quite a bit and you can make out the sharpness of his cheekbone and jaw naturally contouring his face.
“Some things never change, right?” He says out of the blue and you cough to offset the growing embarrassment you feel. He’s referring to how you used to zone out into your thoughts when you stared at him, usually from the side. He would always be able to pick up on it, teasing you relentlessly. “Have you been well?” “Did you move back here?” The both of you asked at the same time to one another, awkwardly laughing off the collision of your questions before you said, “you first.” Taeyong nodded, “I moved back here almost a year ago actually. I was transferred to a small hospital and they knew I was from here, so they figured it was easier to send someone who had a feel for the demographic.” You bit your lip, and he continued, “I didn’t realize how much I missed this city. It was only after I moved back that I felt like this is where home was all along. How about you, did you ever leave?” You shook your head, “I had all my opportunities here, so I never felt the need to go anywhere. I have been perfectly happy and I never felt better,” and as you speak, you notice Taeyong pull his hand out of his pocket to scratch his ear and light reflects the ring resting nicely on his ring finger. You try not to let your eyes widen too much, but you can’t help it if your heart shatters in your chest. “You’re engaged.” Taeyong winced at the change in your tone; he wanted to avoid this topic. “Uh, yeah. Yes, I am.” You attempt to play it off, looking away from his analyzing gaze. “Who’s the lucky person?” Taeyong looks outward with a certain fondness as he recalls details of his significant other. He says they met in one of his classes, saying they “were the best friend he never had”. You listened on as your walls started to break.
“I proposed shortly after I found out I was transferred here. They moved here with me, actually.” You nodded, recognizing all too well this feeling growing in you. It was reminiscent of how you felt when you broke up with him, but this was much more intense. You painfully exhaled and you knew he could sense it. “Happy for you. I really am,” you managed to say without letting your voice crack. Taeyong was always very straightforward with you, and it didn’t surprise you when he said, “Y/N, I was in the darkest place when we broke up. They helped me get out of that. I know it was not an easy decision to make, which is why I want you to know that you will always have a place in my heart. We spent so many years together, it’s natural that you and I will always be something special.” You turn the other way, and this time, you can’t stop the tears from falling. You couldn’t face him anymore because you don’t want to reveal to him that a big part of you still wanted him. Seeing that ring on his finger and hearing him gush about his partner reaffirmed all that. Now, all you wanted to do was to get out of there. “I’ll be honest, sometimes it still feels like I haven’t gotten over you. Even if I did. Know that I will always love you and that you’ll always have a piece of me.” Taeyong says, and a small whimper leaves you. “I’m a mess, Taeyong,” you croak. “I built this strong wall and convinced myself that I was okay. Tonight you’ve proved me wrong. I tried time and time again to find someone else to introduce into my life but no one comes close.” You finally wipe your eyes and turn back to face Taeyong to find silent tears trailing down his face. “I was hoping you’d be here tonight if I’m being honest. I needed to get this off my chest. I’m sorry for everything, Y/N.”
You breathe, the final bit of teardrops sitting at your waterline. “Thank you, Taeyong. For everything, but especially the memories. I know I can’t fall out of love with you overnight, and I certainly will not ask you to do anything selfish. You know that I just want you to be happy, and if they make you happy, that’s all that matters.” Taeyong wants to reach out to wipe your tears, but he’s afraid he’ll cross a line he set for himself. “Would you still want to be friends? For old times’ sake,” Taeyong asks, hoping you’ll say yes. You feel conflicted but you say, “you’re going to need to give me time, Taeyong. I need to sort things out in terms of relationships, and right now, I don’t think I can take being your friend. That’s going to lead to me wishing terrible things on you two, and I don’t want to jeopardize a relationship that is strong enough as it is. Please, don’t force me to befriend you when I’m broken.” Taeyong is hurt, but the rational voice in his head is telling him that you are doing the right thing. “It’s getting late,” you muster the courage to say, “I should head out but I’m glad you got the closure you needed.” Taeyong offered to walk you to your car, and you don’t know if you can take any more heartbreak, but you let him walk you anyway. The tears are gone for now, but they’ll come back. Taeyong hesitates, “Do you want to meet up for lunch or something anytime soon?” You unlock your door and open it before turning to him. There’s a glint of hope in his eye, and you smile meekly, “maybe but not soon, Taeyong. When I’m ready. I hope you can understand.” He nods almost instantly, and you’re grateful for his reaction. “I’ll see you someday,” you tell him and he nods, waving to you as you start your car and leave, whispering under his breath “someday.”
a/n: AHHH my first ever long scenario. this was much easier to do than a series lol but I’m nervous! I would appreciate any and all feedback you guys have for me, and thank you for reading it!
