p a i r i n g :: x-chanyeol x reader, x-baekhyun x reader
g e n r e :: (non-explicit) smut
w a r n i n g s :: dubious consent
s u m m a r y :: X-EXO will do anything to get information - anything that could give them an edge is worth squeezing out of you. You won’t give any of course - you could never betray the family you’ve found with EXO. That doesn't mean they won't resort to more... creative... methods to achieve their goals.
w o r d c o u n t :: 647 (ish)
a / n :: cross posted on ao3, please check it out there as well! i have the same url on both! also - im not sure i will finish this one! please leave ur thoughts so i can gauge interest before deciding if i should finish it or not :)
The first thing you notice is the cold. The air is freezing, ghosting across your exposed bruises in the delicious pain of relief. You fight to stay awake, looking around the concrete room you find yourself in. The decor is sparse and mostly consistent of a chair, a table, with more than a few gnarly looking tools on top of it. The lighting in the room is minimal, controlled by one small recessed light in the ceiling.
There’s a small camera nearby, watching your every move. You scan the walls for any hint of a door, but everything is perfectly smooth. You would run your hands along them to find any sort of crevice but your hands are currently preoccupied. The chain holding them against the wall is the only thing keeping you upright at the moment. Your clothes are ruined. You’re tired, cold, hungry, and hurting.
Overall not an ideal situation.
You groan, letting your chin fall to touch your chest. Maybe you can get some rest before the next round of interrogations…. No, you can’t. The last clone - Xïumin, you think he said - had nearly frozen your arms off in an attempt to get information. You didn’t give any of course - you could never betray the family you’ve found with EXO.
A door opens, and you wince at the sudden influx of light. A tall, muscled silhouette stands in the door frame with a smaller, more lithe figure by his side. The pair enter the room, the smaller taking a seat in the chair. His hair shines white in the dim lighting, as if he produces his own glow. Must be Baekhyun’s.
The taller immediately approaches you. You know this one - this must be Chanyeol’s clone. In a flash his hand is gripping your jaw, forcing you to stare into his mismatched eyes. His hand is warm - almost uncomfortably so. You think that more has to do with Xïumin’s work previously than his. Or, maybe that was the point. You’re not sure of anything anymore.
Baëkhyun finally speaks.
“I'm sure you already know why we’re here. I’ll cut the formalities. We’re going to get you to talk, so we can either do it the hard way - “ Chanyeøl’s hand tightens “ - or the easy way.”
You manage to spit back at him, trying your best to look at him past the demon in front of you, “And what exactly is the easy way? I just roll over and betray my closest friends? Fat chance.”
Baëkhyun smirks, and leans forward in his chair. “The easy way is we give you exactly what you want, and you give us something in return. Information in exchange for your freedom. Your life.”
You can’t help but roll your eyes. There’s no way you’re getting out of this alive anyway. “Like that’ll happennaugh!” Your voice morphs into a half groan as Chanyeøl heats up in warning.
Baëkhyun tsks at you. “Hard way it is then.” He gives a nod to Chanyeøl and stands, perusing the various instruments on the table.
A devilish grin crosses his face. You’ve never felt such apprehension - it coils in your gut, making its dark home in your lower belly. He moves one hand to cup your cheek, and the other to the back of your neck. He leans in close, his warm breath lighting up the cuff of your ear.
“I’m going to enjoy this. If you play nice, I might even let you enjoy it too.”
He takes a bite at your ear, and you jump at the sudden heat. He chuckles darkly, and starts to kiss down your neck. He stops to suck on your pulse point, leaving a dark mark in his wake. You’re already delirious from the cold, but this …
