⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ ࣪MY GALERY ᭪

໒ BYUN BAEKHYUN

⁠♡ just one break: summary: unpacking boxes in the attic of your new house should’ve been simple ⁠♡ content: 18+, fingerfucking, dom!baekhyun, baekhyun x f!reader, multiple orgasms, established relationship, oral (f!receiving), p w p, praise kink ⁠♡ words: 1.1k

⁠♡ gelato: summary: you just wanted to try a new ice cream flavor… the problem is, the owner of the ice cream shop — byun baekhyun — seems to have dangerously good recipes. ⁠♡ content: 18+, dom!baekhyun, baekhyun x f!reader, multiple orgasms, p w p, praise kink, unprotected sex, neckgrabbing, choking, smut, squirting, p i v ⁠♡ words: 1.8k

⁠♡ ⁠ surprise!: (request!) summary: what starts as a normal morning quickly turns into something else when baekhyun notices you acting… different. ⁠♡ content: fluff, established relationship, baekhyun x you, f!reader, married couple, pregnancy reveal, soft baekhyun, worried!baekhyun, domestic morning, light humor, comfort, tw: nausea, vomiting, pregnancy ♡ words: 1.8k

♡ lights off: (request!) summary: working with baekhyun was never the problem. pretending nothing ever happened between you two. ⁠♡ content: +18, casual sex, smut, dom!baekhyun, p i v, unprotected sex, f!reader, kinda staff x artist, baekhyunx f!reader, unresolved feelings, makeup artist f!reader, bathroom sex, baekhyun x you ♡ words: 1.8k

♡ diet pepsi: (request!) summary: you're not his, not really... but the way he pulls you out of that party says otherwise. he shouldn't care, but he does.  ♡ content: +18, casual sex, smut, dom!baekhyun, p i v, unprotected sex, f!reader, baekhyunx f!reader, unresolved feelings, car sex, fwb (friends with benefits), kinda ''toxic'' , possesive!baekhyun ♡ words: 1.8k

໒ PARK CHANYEOL

♡ yes? yes!: (request!) summary: a few hours before your beach wedding, what starts as a simple “practice kiss” ♡ content: fiancé!chanyeol x f!reader, beach wedding au, fluff, light humor, teasing, pre-wedding jitters, practice kiss, soft romance, non-explicit ♡ words: 1.3k

There were only a few hours left. A few hours until everything changed.

And still, there you were. Laughing and laughing, as if it were just any ordinary day.

“Chan, come here for a second,” you called, already lifting your phone.

Chanyeol turned his head toward you, his hair messy from the wind, his white shirt slightly open, completely relaxed in a way that clashed with the fact that he was getting married in just a few hours.

“That’s suspicious,” he narrowed his eyes, but walked over anyway.

“Just say hi,” you insisted, trying not to laugh.

He let out a dramatic sigh but stepped into the frame.

“Hi,” he said, way too simply.

You made a face behind the camera. “Wow, that’s so boring. Try harder.''

He let out a soft laugh, running a hand through his hair before looking straight into the lens again.

“Hi,” this time more animated, with a small smile. “If you’re watching this in the future… I’m probably already a really cool dad.”

You laughed immediately, lowering the phone.

“Probably?”

“I’m being humble,” he shrugged.

You shot back, still laughing. “And who said our kids are even going to want to watch this?”

He tilted his head, stepping a little closer. “They’ll want to know how dramatic their mom was before getting married.”

“I am not dramatic.” You lightly pushed his shoulder.

“You made me record a video for the future,” he raised an eyebrow.

“…okay, maybe a little.”

You both laughed, and for a moment… it went quiet.

Not uncomfortable. Just… full. You looked at the ocean for a second, taking a deep breath.

“Chan…”

“Hmm?”

You hesitated, lightly biting your lip before speaking. “We should practice.”

He turned his head immediately. “Practice what?”

You made a vague gesture, avoiding his eyes.

“The kiss.”

Silence. And then he started laughing.

“Are you serious?”

“I don’t know how long it’s supposed to last!” you said too quickly. “Like… is it short? Is it long? Is it just a peck? What if it’s awkward in front of everyone?''

He tried to hold it in, but he was clearly enjoying himself way too much.

“Respectful?” he repeated, holding back a laugh. “We’re getting married.”

You opened your mouth to argue—

But didn’t get the chance. Because he just stepped closer. And, without any warning, started.

One quick kiss. Another... and another... and another.

Short pecks, one after the other, barely leaving any space in between.

“Chan—” you tried to speak, but he interrupted you with another kiss.

You let out a laugh in the middle of it, lightly pushing his chest without actually wanting him to stop.

“Stop!” you said, laughing. “That’s not how it works!”

“Oh?” he murmured between kisses, clearly amused. “I’m testing all the options.”

“This isn’t a test, this is an attack!”

He laughed against your lips, stealing one more quick kiss before finally pulling back a little.

You brought a hand to your face, slightly embarrassed, but smiling.

“You’re ridiculous.”

“And you’re blushing,” he shot back immediately.

You turned your face away, trying to hide it, but ended up laughing again.

And without realizing, the moment pulled a memory with it.

“You used to do this in high school,” you said, glancing at him.

He raised an eyebrow. “Do what?”

“This,” you gestured vaguely. “Bombard me with kisses when I was nervous about something.”

He thought for a second.

Then a slow smile spread across his face, like he had found the exact memory.

“It worked.”

You let out a short sigh, shaking your head.

“I hated it.”

“No, you didn’t.”

“I hated it in front of other people,” you corrected, crossing your arms but still smiling. “It was humiliating.”

“You were the one who walked around with me during breaks,” he shrugged.

“Because you wouldn’t leave me alone!”

“And you never really tried to avoid me.”

The wind blew stronger, messing up your hair again, and this time you didn’t try to fix it.

You just let yourself fall onto the sand. He looked at you, slightly surprised.

“Comfortable there?”

“I am now,” you replied, staring up at the sky.

After a second, he laid down beside you too, your shoulders almost touching.

The sky stretched above you, painted in warm tones, and the sound of the ocean felt more distant from that angle.

For a few seconds, neither of you said anything. Until—

“Look,” you pointed.

A plane crossed the sky, leaving a long white trail behind it, cutting through the blue like a drawn line.

He followed it with his eyes.

“Funny,” he murmured.

“It looks like someone drew on the sky,” you said.

He kept watching it for another second, eyes slightly narrowed, as if memorizing it.

“Yeah… it does,” he murmured.

Then he turned to you.

“Our last sunset like this.”

You frowned slightly. “Like what?”

“As fiancés,” he said simply, but with a different kind of smile. “In a few hours… that changes.”

“You know this was always kind of a dream of mine, right?”

He turned to you immediately. “This?”

You gestured around — the ocean, the sand, the open sky.

“Getting married on a beach…”

He watched you closely.

“When I was younger, I used to imagine it,” you continued, smiling softly, a little shy. “Nothing too big. Just… this. The sound of the ocean, the wind, a few people… and someone who was actually worth it.”

He didn’t respond right away. He just looked at you.

“I used to think it was kind of impossible,” you let out a quiet laugh. “It felt like something out of a movie.”

“And now?” he asked.

You turned to him, meeting his gaze directly.

“Now it feels… right. I just know I want you forever.”

You stayed quiet for a moment, letting it settle. The wind passed again, softer this time, and the sound of the ocean seemed to fill the space between your words.

“Husband and wife…” you repeated, almost testing how it sounded.

He let out a quiet laugh. “Weird?”

“A little.''

You turned to him again, finding that calm smile, but with something deeper underneath.

“But not bad,” you added. “Just… different.”

He nodded slowly, looking back at the sky.

“I think I like that.”

“Me too.”

The silence returned, comfortable.

“But since this is our last sunset as fiancés…” he started, his tone shifting slightly.

You turned your head immediately. “Here we go.”

“I think we should do it properly,” he continued, completely ignoring you.

“Do what properly?”

He turned his body slightly toward you, resting on his elbow.

“The test.”

You narrowed your eyes.

“Chan…”

“I’m serious now,” he insisted, though the smile gave him away. “No sabotage, no complaining, no ‘that was weird.’”

“I don’t sabotage!”

“You literally failed my kiss.”

“Because it was weird!”

He laughed, shaking his head.

“Then let me fix it.”

You opened your mouth to respond—

But he was faster. His hand found your arm, gently pulling you closer. The movement felt too natural for you to resist. And before you could say anything, he was already close enough. This time, no rush.

No teasing at first. The kiss came different. More firm. More certain. And for a second, you completely forgot this was supposed to be “just practice.” When he pulled away slowly, still way too close, you blinked a few times.

Trying to come back.

“…okay,” you murmured, still a little dazed. “That was—”

He leaned in again, just enough to interrupt you.

“Hm…” he said softly, a playful smile forming at the corner of his lips.

“…you didn’t actually think that was the real test, did you?”

Your heart skipped.

“Chan—”

But he was already back. And this time… it didn’t feel like practice at all.

The place wasn't bad. In fact, it was even pleasant… dimmed lights, music at a comfortable volume.

You were with your friends, laughing at something that didn't even seem that funny anymore, because you're the only sober one in the group… the glass resting between your fingers more out of habit than desire.

Still, little by little, your attention began to wander, not because of them, but because of that uncomfortable feeling of being watched.

You noticed it even before looking. A random, slightly tipsy guy approached.

"Do you come here often?" he asked, with an easy, overly confident smile.

You let out a short, polite laugh, the kind that's automatic: "Once in a while."

It was a neutral, simple answer, enough to end it there, or at least it should have been. But he didn't seem to get the message.

"Can I buy you a drink?"

"I don't drink." You shook your head slightly.

Even so, he continued. His gaze drifted down without any disguise, lingering longer than it should have, and that was enough to truly bother you.

"What's your name?"

You were already about to answer anything just to end it once and for all or simply get out of there.

A firm presence settled into the space between the two of you. The hand that landed on your waist was firm, without hesitation, while the other subtly pushed the guy away, without brute force, but making the limit clear.

The voice came calmly, low, but firm enough not to leave room for discussion: "She's not interested."

You didn't need to look to know who it was. But you looked anyway.

Baekhyun.

The guy let out an awkward laugh, raising his hands as if it were an exaggeration.

“Relax, I was just talking—” 

“Yeah, but I saw it’s over.” Simple and direct.

There was no room for insistence. The other hesitated for a moment, assessing, and then shrugged, backing away.

When he finally moved away, the atmosphere didn’t return to normal. Not completely…

You could still feel Baekhyun’s hand on your waist, firm, as if he wasn’t in any hurry to let go.

“You took a while…” The phrase escaped before you could even filter it.

Baekhyun slowly turned his face towards you, an eyebrow rising with slight curiosity.

“Did I take a while?”

“Uh-huh,” you replied, taking a sip of your drink, trying to seem more indifferent than you really were.

“Funny,” he murmured, tilting his head slightly. “I didn’t even know I’d been called.”

You held his gaze for a second longer than you should have, and that's when you realized your mistake before you could even speak.

"You kind of always show up even without calling."

The silence that followed was short, but heavy enough to say a lot.

Something changed in his gaze—subtle, but noticeable.

"Not always," he replied, more quietly.

Your friends were already quiet, clearly feeling the tension building there, but you didn't look away. Because, deep down, this (you two) wasn't new. It never had been.

Baekhyun let out a light sigh and only then removed his hand from your waist, although he didn't really move away. "Want to get out of here?"

You tilted your head, pretending to think for a second, but the answer was already there even before the question.

"I want to."

He nodded, as if he already expected it, and turned his body towards the exit without looking back. Even so, you followed him without hesitation.

Of course you followed.

(...)

The night air hit your face as soon as you stepped outside, cooler and quieter than the atmosphere inside. 

For a few seconds, neither of you said anything. Only the distant sound of the music grew fainter as you walked away.

His car was parked a little further ahead.

Always the same. Baekhyun opened the door for you without saying anything, waiting for you to get in first. He didn't start the car. He just stood there, hands on the steering wheel.

"Why didn't you say you're dating someone?"

You turned around immediately. "I'm not dating anyone."

He let out a low laugh.

"Then say you're seeing someone. It's the same thing."

You crossed your arms: "And what do I say? That there's a guy who shows up whenever he wants?"

"And even so..." He moved closer. Closer than necessary. "You still call me."

Your heart raced, but you didn't back away.

"Because you're the only one I want around." He leaned slowly toward you, closing the space between you until it was almost nonexistent.

“How close?” His voice was low, almost a challenge.

You caught your breath for a second, but you didn't back away. On the contrary.

You tilted your face slightly, getting even closer, feeling his breath on your skin.

“Isn't this enough already?”

He let out a low, short, but humorless laugh: “No.”

Before you knew it, he slipped his hand under your skirt and squeezed your thigh like a pillow. Heat was already rising throughout your body, leaving you breathless and speechless. 

Foreplay always drove you crazy inside, and Baekhyun had a control over you that only he knew.

Suddenly, you found yourself in the back seat, your nails digging into Baekhyun's broad shoulders and bare back as he bounced you up and down on his thick cock.

 He buried his face in her neck, his heavy breath brushing against her sensitive skin, sending a shiver down her spine. A moan escaped her as he reached her G-spot.

The windows were fogged up and the glass was muffled, but that wasn't a problem for you, given all the lust you felt there, which was reflected in Baekhyun's strong thrusts.

"You're so hot..." he groaned.

There was no gentleness in the way he fucked you; you took advantage of the position to caress and stroke him at will.

"I can't believe I'm finally going to fuck you," he groaned, lifting you and throwing you forcefully onto his cock. If the car wasn't shaking before, it certainly was now.

"Baek-ahh...!", you screamed, throwing your head back.

"Do you know how long I've wanted to feel this delicious pussy? My God," he cursed when you squeezed him. "It's been weeks, damn it." He finished with a slap on your ass, making you shudder in his lap.

'Weeks?', you would have asked, but all your words died in your throat when you felt his penis poking your G-spot once more.

Soon after, Baekhyun felt the strands of semen on your shirt. You couldn't control the orgasm, even if you wanted to, and the car's interior reverberated with both of your loud cries.

It's hot.

So hot and full-bodied.

Both are completely lost in pleasure, and waves of pleasure consume them like fire. It seems endless. All they can do is writhe in it, and you let yourself fall onto Baekhyun. You blindly search for each other and kiss, still rubbing against one another.

It seems like it will never end. You continue kissing and shaking for hours. The subsequent spasms make you moan against each other's lips. Every place you touch is extremely sensitive and prolongs the spasms.

Finally, you have the strength to open your eyes and stare at each other, breathless, with your lips pressed together.

Baekhyun recovers first, displaying that wild smile.

"Holy shit… just be mine. Please—"

You return the smile.

"Mmm-hmm."

You stare at each other for a moment and then burst into laughter.

"Screw it. I love you."

"Hmm, I love you too, Baekhyun... and I am entirely and exclusively yours."

“I’ll start.”

“Okay.”

Silence.

Only the sound of brushes, the zipper, the movement around. You approached, carefully tilting his face. It was automatic. Easy. Too familiar. He didn't look away, not even when you got close. Not even when your fingers brushed against his skin.

"Do you always act like this?" he murmured.

You didn't even need to ask.

"Like what?"

"Like nothing happened."

That made you stop. For a split second.

But you continued: "And did it happen?"

He let out a low laugh.

"You know it did."

You tried to ignore it. You went back to work, focusing on the mirror in front of you, not on him.

"Do you always pretend you forgot?" he continued, more quietly.

"I work here," you replied simply.

"And so do I."

You almost rolled your eyes.

"Then act like it." Now he laughed for real, quietly, but provocatively.

"You weren't saying that last time." A somewhat heavy silence followed, lasting only a few seconds. You maintained a neutral expression, but the brush paused for a split second.

He noticed. Of course he noticed.

“Relax,” he murmured, tilting his face slightly toward you. “I know how to separate things.”

You finally looked at him.

“Great. Then start now.”

He held your gaze. Without flinching.

“You should try it too.”

Before you could start, someone from the team quickly appeared behind you.

“Hey, we need to head out with the rest of the team, another location real quick,” he said, already a bit hurried. “We’ll let you know if anything happens, but it should take a while.”

“Okay.” You nodded.

“Are you staying here?” he asked, just to confirm.

“Yes, I am.”

He looked at Baekhyun.

“Baekhyun, we’ll be right back, okay?”

“Uh-huh.”

In a few minutes, the noise faded. People leaving, voices fading away, doors opening and closing.

Until it became… too quiet.

You adjusted some things on the counter, organizing the products more out of habit than necessity. Feeling his presence there. With no one around now.

Baekhyun stood up from his chair, the movement quick enough to catch you off guard. His hand wrapped around your arm, pulling you slightly toward him.It wasn't abrupt, but it was firm. And you knew that even if you tried to resist… it wouldn't do much good.

He was taller than you and stronger. And, worse, you didn't really want to let go.

You ended up letting go. Letting him lead.

The space between you disappeared too quickly, your body touching his as he guided you a few steps back, until you felt the counter against your back.

"You disappear," he murmured softly, his face close enough for you to feel his breath. "Pretend nothing happened… smarty pants."

You opened your mouth to reply: "I know, but—"

You hadn't even finished and he kissed you. Without warning.

The words died there, trapped between your lips. The impact made you let out a small sound against his mouth, surprised, but you didn't pull away. On the contrary. Your hand went up almost automatically, gripping his shirt.

"Baek— I—"

Another kiss. Slower and firmer this time. As if he had no intention of letting you finish any sentence.

"You talk too much," he murmured against your lips, almost smiling.

"You—" Again, another breathtaking kiss.

Confusing any attempt at reasoning. And when you realized it, you were no longer in the same place.

His hand slid down your waist, pulling you easily, guiding you through the space without really giving you time to think. Your steps followed his almost automatically, stumbling slightly along the way as he opened the bathroom door without even looking.

The door closed behind you with a dry sound. He sat you down on a counter, making sure your hips were perfectly aligned.

You watched his outfit come off completely, leaving him totally naked in front of you. "Did you like it? I'm wearing a new bra and panties. You haven't seen these yet..."

 Baekhyun reached out and ripped off my panties completely before shoving them into my mouth."We don't want anyone to hear your screams, do we?" he said quietly.

You shook your head negatively because you couldn't speak anymore. He reached behind you and unbuttoned your bra because he knew you didn't like it when he ripped those pieces (especially after you said they were new). Throwing the bra on the floor, he grabbed your hips and pulled you until you almost fell off the counter, before pressing you completely against his hips again.

You moaned when you felt his penis rubbing against your vagina, but the sound was muffled because of your panties in your mouth. With one hand on your hip, he moves the other to your nipples and begins to play with them, rolling them between his fingers and pinching them.

He tilts his head and begins to kiss and suck on your neck. When he sucks on a sensitive spot, you cry out and he gives a light nibble to the spot before resuming licking.

You press your hips against his, thirsting for it. He starts kissing you from head to toe, pausing to lick and suck your breasts briefly before continuing down. He kneels and places his arm under your thighs, spreading them apart, and puts his hands on your buttocks, preventing you from falling off the counter.

You are completely exposed to him in this position. He tilts his head and licks from my entrance to your clitoris. You scream and he repeats the licking before just licking your clitoris.

You feel him sucking your clitoris hard and realize you're close to coming.

You even try to warn him, but the only sound that comes out are muffled words.

He moves away from your clitoris and starts thrusting his tongue inside me. I have one hand behind my back, supporting myself, and the other gripping his hair. 

You end up pressing your hips against his face so close as he sucks your clitoris. You come with a scream and grab his hair so hard I'm sure I'm going to rip it out. When you go down, he stands up again and presses his hips against yours. 

His hands move so that he holds your waist and gives you time to recover before holding his penis at the base and sliding it up and down in your vagina. Both hands are behind you now, keeping you upright.

He looks at you wanting to make sure I'm okay. You nod and he penetrates you with one thrust. Without wasting time, he pulls back and penetrates again. You moan, and it would have been extremely loud if your panties weren't in your mouth.

The groans echo through the room as he thrusts into you forcefully and quickly.

He tilts his hips up slightly, which causes him to hit your G-spot repeatedly. You throw your head back and close your eyes, moaning and feeling that you're already close to orgasm.

"Eyes open and on me," he orders.

Immediately you do as he commands and look at him. He raises one hand and grabs the back of your neck. You lift yours and wrap them around his neck, with one of them in your hair.

The only reason you're not falling or about to fall off this counter is Baekhyun. He leans in and starts licking and kissing my neck while continuing to penetrate you.

When he finds that spot on your neck again, you scream with pleasure. 

You feel your body contract around him. He groans as you climax and penetrates a few more times before ejaculating inside you.

You stay like that for a while, breathing heavily, before he pulls out of you. 

I felt his semen run down your thighs and groaned. He reached out and pulled my panties out of my mouth, which I now realize didn't make a difference, because he made more noise than I did.

Baekhyun was the first to really pull away, but not too far. Just enough to look at you properly, as if checking something out.

Or maybe just… wanting one more second.

His hand went up again, adjusting your hair with a care that contrasted sharply with everything that had just happened.

“Are you okay?” he murmured, quieter now.

You let out a light laugh, still breathless.

“I’m fine.”

He nodded, as if that were enough.

For a moment, neither of you said anything. You just stood there, close, as if time had slowed down a little before returning to normal.

Until— … a distant voice echoed from outside. Calling, and it sounded like people coming back. You looked at the door automatically, and he followed.

“They’re back,” you said, almost on alert.

Baekhyun let out a short sigh, running his hand through his hair, as if he were slowly coming back to himself.

“Of course they’re back,” he murmured.

Baekhyun carefully helped you down from the counter, adjusting your clothes, trying to ignore how everything still seemed… too recent. The mirror in front of you didn't help—your hair slightly messy, your expression different.

He noticed.

He moved closer again, but now without haste, picking up one of his brushes and adjusting a tiny detail on your face, as if he were just… finishing something you started.

“Now that’s better,” he said, analyzing for a second.

You raised an eyebrow.

“Perfectionist.”

“Professional,” he corrected, with a slight smile.

The tension hadn’t disappeared. It had only shifted.

You picked up your makeup case, taking a deep breath before heading for the door. You paused for a second, your hand on the doorknob.

And then she looked at him over her shoulder. But as you took your first step outside, you felt him approach just enough to speak softly, close to your ear: "You're going to call me again."

It wasn't a question, and you didn't answer. But you didn't deny it either.

It had been a year since you got married.

A year sharing the same space, the same mornings, the same routine… those little things that, over time, stopped feeling new and became comfort.

Soft light filtered through the curtains, slowly filling the room as you shifted in bed, letting out a quiet, sleepy sigh.

Baekhyun was already awake. Not fully, but enough to notice when you got up slower than usual.

“You okay?” he murmured, voice still rough with sleep.

“Mm-hm…” you replied, a little too automatically.

He frowned slightly, eyes following your movement. Minutes later, the kitchen was filled with the familiar smell of coffee brewing and the soft sound of the kettle.

Baekhyun leaned against the counter, watching you prepare breakfast the way you always did.

“You’re up early today,” he commented, picking up his mug.

“Couldn’t sleep well,” you said, not really looking at him.

Another detail. You set the plate down on the table — the same as always. The breakfast that had been part of your routine for months.

And on the first bite— Your expression changed. It was subtle. But he noticed.

Baekhyun paused mid-motion, mug still close to his lips.

“…what is it? Did I mess it up today?”

You swallowed too quickly, making a small face.

“Oh, no… it’s delicious, like always…”

Baekhyun narrowed his eyes slightly, clearly not convinced.

“You made a face.”

“I always make weird faces,” you tried to joke, taking another small bite — which turned out to be a mistake.

This time, your stomach turned instantly. You dropped the fork too fast and stood up abruptly.

“Mm… wait—”

But you were already gone.

Your hurried footsteps echoed down the hallway until the bathroom door shut behind you.

Baekhyun stayed frozen in the kitchen, processing, mug still in hand.

Before he could think much further, a familiar sound caught his attention — small paws quickly tapping against the floor.

“Mongryong,” Baekhyun murmured, looking down at the dog who appeared happily, tail wagging, completely unaware of the situation. “Did you see that?”

Mongryong tilted his head, as if actually trying to understand.

Baekhyun let out a sigh, running a hand over his face. From the bathroom, the muffled sound confirmed what he was already thinking. You were throwing up.

His body reacted immediately. He set the mug aside and walked straight over, knocking lightly on the door.

“Hey—” his voice was more serious now. “Open up.”

No answer. Just another sound from inside. He frowned, hand resting on the doorknob.

Mongryong appeared again in the hallway, sitting beside him like he was also concerned.

Baekhyun absentmindedly patted the dog’s head, but his eyes stayed fixed on the door.

Thinking.

“You didn’t sleep well,” he murmured. “You got nauseous from something you eat every day…”

He let out a short, incredulous laugh and knocked again, a little firmer this time.

“You gonna open or do I come in?”

The doorknob turned slowly. You opened the door carefully, avoiding eye contact.

“Hi…” your voice came out quiet, a little weak.

He didn’t answer right away. He just looked at you.

“Hi?” he repeated, slower.

You tried to smile.

“It’s just— I don’t know, maybe something I ate yesterday…”

Baekhyun raised an eyebrow.

“You ate exactly the same thing I did.”

Mongryong walked up to you, sniffing your legs, tail still wagging. You crouched slightly to pet him, clearly trying to dodge the conversation.

“See? Even he thinks I’m fine,” you murmured.

Baekhyun didn’t buy it. Not even a little.

“He also eats things off the floor, so I don’t know if that’s a good comparison.”

You sighed, standing up again.

“Baek…”

But he was already stepping closer. Slowly. Eyes fixed on you.

“…since when?”

You frowned. “Since when what?”

“This.” He gestured vaguely at you, like everything about you was off. “The nausea. The tiredness. You waking up weird.”

“I’m not weird,” you shot back.

“You are,” he insisted — because he knew you better than anyone.

Baekhyun ran a hand through his hair, clearly trying to organize his thoughts as he started pacing slowly.

Then he looked at you again, more carefully this time — like he was seeing something new.

“…are you late?”

The question came out direct.

You froze. You didn’t know what to say. And that was all he needed. He ran a hand over his face, letting out a nervous laugh.

“We’re confirming this. We’re going to the pharmacy.”

You let out a nervous laugh.

“Baek, it’s still morning—”

“Even better,” he shot back, already putting on his shoes. “Less people.”

Mongryong showed up again in the middle of the room, looking between the two of you, confused by the sudden movement.

“Stay here, okay?” Baekhyun murmured to the dog, patting his head quickly before opening the door.

You hesitated for a second. But he was already waiting for you. Impatient.

“You coming or do I have to carry you?” he raised an eyebrow.

“…I’m coming.”

(…)

The pharmacy was too bright.

White lights, neat aisles, that overly clean smell that made everything feel… real.

Baekhyun walked in first without even looking around.

“…where is it?” he muttered to himself.

You pointed, a little awkwardly. “There.”

He went straight there, grabbed one box, looked at it, then grabbed another.

“…which one are we getting?”

You crossed your arms, nervous.

“I don’t know…”

“Then we’re taking all of them.” You almost laughed.

“Baek—”

He cut you off, stepping closer this time, his expression calmer, more focused.

“Hey… we’ll figure it out together, okay?”

He leaned in and pressed a soft kiss to your forehead.

“Together.”

(…)

As soon as you got home, Mongryong came running toward you, as excited as always.

But this time… neither of you paid much attention.

“Here, babe,” Baekhyun said, placing the box on the table.

You took a deep breath, hands slightly shaky as you picked it up.

“…okay.”

He followed you to the hallway. Stopped at the bathroom door. And stayed there.

“You’re not coming in, right…” you said, already holding the doorknob.

Baekhyun opened his mouth — probably to say he was staying anyway —

But you cut him off, raising an eyebrow.

“Because, like… I’m gonna pee.”

He blinked. Once. Twice.

“…oh.”

You gave a small smile, pointing at the door.

“You weren’t expecting some kind of magic, right?”

Before going in, you looked at him again.

“And don’t listen to anything.”

He made a face.

“I’m not that desperate—” You just gave him a look. “…okay, maybe a little,” he corrected quickly.

You laughed softly, stepping inside and closing the door. You looked at the test. And for a second… you didn’t understand.

The symbol was right there. Clear. “+3”.

Your brain took a few seconds to catch up. You brought it closer to your face, as if it might change depending on the angle.

It didn’t. The air caught in your chest.

“I…” You didn’t finish.

Your other hand moved instinctively to your stomach — like somehow, it already made sense.

Outside, you could still hear Baekhyun pacing. You looked at the test again. And this time… There was no doubt. The door opened slowly.

Baekhyun froze instantly. Like someone had pressed pause on him. His eyes went straight to you. Then… to your hand: “…well?”

He looked at you. Then back at the test.

“…is it positive?”

You exhaled slowly.

“It is.”

Baekhyun went completely still. Like his body hadn’t caught up yet.

“…+3?” he murmured. “What does that mean?”

You swallowed, a small nervous smile forming.

“That I’ve been pregnant for… more than three weeks.”

“Are you serious?”

You nodded.

“I think so.”

And that was it.

Baekhyun took a step toward you. Then another. Until he was right in front of you.

His gaze slowly dropped… to your stomach. And then— He hugged you. Tight. Suddenly. Like his body had finally caught up with his mind.

“Holy shit…” he murmured against your hair, letting out a soft laugh.

“I’m gonna be a dad.”

You laughed too, still in disbelief.

“You are.”

He pulled back just enough to look at you again, hands still holding you. His eyes were different now.

“…are you okay?” he asked again, this time completely serious.

You nodded.

“I am. I really am.”

Baekhyun kept looking at you.

Like he was afraid to blink and miss it. You let out a small, shy laugh.

“Stop looking at me like that.”

“I can’t,” he said immediately, too honest.

“I’m trying to understand how… how this happened so fast.”

You raised an eyebrow: “You really wanna get into that right now?”

He opened his mouth— Thought about it.: ''…okay, no.”

You both laughed. And the tension finally broke.

Baekhyun ran a hand through his hair again, stepping back, then forward — clearly not knowing what to do with himself. Until he stopped. Right in front of you.

And this time, his eyes dropped to your stomach again. Slower. More aware. As if it was finally real. He reached out his hand. 

Paused mid-air: “…can I?”

You nodded softly.

“You can.”

His hand rested there carefully. Light. Like you might break. And he stayed like that. In silence. Feeling it and processing.

“It’s so… weird,” he murmured with a small, soft smile. “Like… it’s already here. And I had no idea.”

You took a deep breath, placing your hand over his. This time, the silence was comfortable.

Baekhyun exhaled slowly, leaning his forehead against yours.

“I’m gonna take care of both of you,” he said quietly. “For real.”

You closed your eyes for a second, letting that sink in.

“I know.”

And then, almost like a thought out loud—

“I need to learn how to change diapers.”

You laughed instantly.

“You need to learn a lot of things.”

“Hey,” he feigned offense, but the smile didn’t leave.

“I’m gonna be an amazing dad.”

“You will.” He pulled you closer again, no rush this time.

Just staying there with you. And there you were. Just the two (now three) of you.  A new life beginning, right there, in the middle of an ordinary morning.