You shine like the 🌟 You light up my 💓

New dress? Twisting your neck back and forth you look at the people sitting outside the cafe. To your left sits a couple deep in conversation, next to them is a woman and a small dog who’s eating more of her blueberry bagel than she is, on your left sits an elderly man reading a paper. The sun belts down as you try to scan further out, the crowd of people rushing in every direction. In the middle of the city it’s hard to see every possible hiding place. Not that he’s hiding.

No, hiding isn’t really Baekhyun’s style, is it?

“Why?”

“Why what, baby?” Smooth as silk. “Use your words.”

Turning back to the table you smile and apologise to the waitress as she shoos away your feeble attempts to help her clean up the mess you made. Grabbing your purse you pull out a twenty and place it on the table, shaking your head when she suggests change. “Why are you here?”

“I was worried about you. You know you can’t live without me. How long do you plan to keep up this little facade?”

“I don’t need you,” you whisper, venom dripping from your lips as you step in turn with the rest of the crowd heading west. The pace is quick and although you know it's futile you hope that he’ll lose you in the horde.

“You know I love the chase.” His voice has a lilt to it, and the familiar sound of a bustling crowd audible on his end. He’s in pursuit. “I’ll follow you to the ends of the earth. No matter where you run, I’ll catch you.”

Looking over your shoulder you don’t see him. Ducking and weaving through the crowd you make your way across the street and take a chance to escape into an alleyway. “Why does it have to be me?”

“What a stupid question,” he says, the sound of the crowd still bubbling on his end of the phone. Then you see him. He’s in the crowd ahead of you, his focus locked onto the heads in front of him. Ducking behind a dumpster you watch as he passes. Relief tingles across your skin as you slide down the wall, a small smile on your lips.

“Why’s that?”

You asked the words but have no intention to listen to the answer. Instead you drop the phone from your ear and close your eyes, taking in a deep breath of air. You’re still free.

“Because you belong to me.”

The whispered words have your skin crawling as your eyes snap open. Your phone is no longer on the ground – it’s swinging leisurely from side to side next to your shoulder. Lips brush up against your neck as an arm curls around your waist, lifting you off the cold ground. Your back melts against his chest as his grip tightens, his way of letting you know he’s caught you.

Right when you think he plans to curl around you like a boa and squeeze the life out of you he loosens his grip. His lips trail across your skin, the warmth of his breath matching the warmth of his hands as they explore your body, rigid at first, as if an inspection. Once he’s satisfied it changes, turning instead to petal-like touches as he kisses his way up your jaw.

“Did you really think you could leave me?” he whispers the words against your neck, pressure increasing with each kiss. His hands snake under your clothes, one sliding up your skirt while the other dips under your shirt. “Did you?”

“It was stupid to leave,” you say, leaning back against him, your body quick to betray you. Your body always has a way of betraying you when Baekyun’s around.

“Why is my baby so stupid?” he chuckles right before he nibbles on your ear, compelling you to arch your back as you lean towards his touch. “It’s so obvious you would die without me. Without my touch. Without my love.”

He’s wrong. Or is he? You can’t think straight when he’s this close.

No, you don’t need him. You can survive without him. In fact you have been doing just that. You got away from him for almost three months and you have been just fine on your own. It’s not that you need him, you don’t, you want him.

What he thinks of as love, you know for what it truly is. Carnal desire. Animalistic lust. This isn’t love. If it was, it wouldn't be so hard to walk away.

Tears stream down your face as you realise he’ll never let you go and even if he did, you’d never truly get away. Deep down it’s something you’ve always known.

Your hand reaches around to circle the back of his head, to bring him closer. This is where you belong. He asks, “Did my baby miss me?” to which you nod and close your eyes, letting his hungry fingers dance along your skin. Grinding your arse up against his hips you can feel his hard cock through the material of his jeans and it sends sparks racing across your body from within your core. This is where he resides, deep inside, the other side of your coin.

“Don’t think I’ll go easy on you,” he says as he brushes his fingers against your clit. He digs his teeth into your neck as if to punctuate the point, eliciting a guttural moan from your lips. “If I don’t punish you now, what’s to stop you from trying to leave again?”

now he sits on the cold floor, back pressed against the thin wall that does nothing to keep out the filthy, sinful sounds slipping past your lips. you’re on the other side, riding jongin into the mattress, hips rolling like you were made for this, voice cracking as pleasure drips from you, and baekhyun is unraveling, losing his fucking mind.

his fingers are wrapped around his cock, pumping with a desperation so feral it’s almost painful. his pace is erratic, brutal, like he’s trying to match the rhythm of your hips, like he can pretend—just for a second—that it’s him you're bouncing on, that it’s him dragging those sweet, broken moans from your throat. he bites down on his shirt, tries to keep quiet, but the choked whimpers still claw their way out, raw and wrecked. his hips jolt up into his own grip, chasing the friction like an animal in heat, cock flushed red and angry, leaking down his knuckles in thick, needy strands. he’s so fucking close, but it’s not enough—it will never be enough.

he shouldn’t be doing this. shouldn’t be here. but he is. and it doesn’t fucking matter. nothing fucking matters except you. you and the sounds you make, the way you move, the way you moan a name that isn’t his.

he can hear you. every filthy, wet sound your cunt makes as it sucks jongin in, clenching like you never want to let him go. the slick, obscene squelch of every thrust, the desperate tangle of tongues in messy, open-mouthed kisses. he can see it—can feel it, like he’s the one inside you, fucking you senseless.

his hand is merciless, stroking himself rough and fast, squeezing tight like he’s trying to wring every drop of need from his aching cock. his breath stutters, breaks apart into ragged pants, his grip turning brutal, knuckles whitening. his tip is flushed an angry red, swollen and drooling pearly white precum, thick and sticky between his fingers. his thighs quake, abs tensing as sharp, searing pleasure coils in his gut, a hunger so violent it threatens to consume him whole.

he’d fuck you better. he knows he would. he’d stretch you open all pretty on his thick cock, fill you so full you’d forget how to take anyone else. he’d wreck you, make you beg, make you sob so fucking sweetly for him that you’d never even think about letting another man touch you again. you’re his—his—and he’ll carve it into your body, your soul, until you have no choice but to understand.

baekhyun’s grip tightens, knuckles paling as his fist moves in a brutal, unrelenting rhythm. his breath is ragged, lips parted in a desperate gasp, eyes shut tightly as he imagines the obscene scene in his head—you. trembling, shattered, drowning in pleasure that isn’t his to give.

his vision blurs as jongin growls it— “cum for me, my pretty girl.”

and then it happens. that beautiful, devastating sound spilling from your pretty lips.

your choked sob, broken and raw, a symphony of ruin as you gush around jongin’s cock. the slick, sinful noise is deafening, searing into baekhyun’s brain like a brand, like an oath. he hears everything—the creak of the mattress, the desperate, erratic slap of skin against skin, the way your weight shifts as you ride him through it.

but worst of all, he hears jongin’s voice.

“yeah, that’s it, baby,” jongin groans, breathless, wrecked, voice thick with pride and satisfaction. “fuck, you’re perfect—so pretty when you fall apart for me.”

rage coils tight around baekhyun’s ribs, white-hot and suffocating.

his breath hitches, his spine arching as his body betrays him, heat surging through him like wildfire. his cock twitches violently in his grip before thick, fevered ropes spill across his stomach, painting him in the evidence of his delirium. his whole body shudders, convulses, the pleasure already tainted—corrupted.

but then—jongin groans.

baekhyun knows exactly what’s happening. he doesn’t need to see it to feel it. the deep, guttural sound rips through the air, punctuated by the desperate, erratic slap of skin against skin, the ragged gasp of his final thrust—as he empties himself inside you.

his jaw clenches so tight his teeth ache, his muscles locking as a sick, twisted revulsion coils deep in his gut.

jongin is still murmuring to you, voice dripping with satisfaction. “took me so well, baby. feel that? all mine.”

baekhyun feels sick. it should be him.

his cock buried inside you, dragging you down, forcing you to take every inch. his name falling from your lips in breathless, ruined sobs. his seed dripping from you, marking you, claiming you.

but if it were him—oh, if it were him—he wouldn’t coddle you.

he wouldn’t soothe you with soft praise and gentle words. he’d fucking ruin you.

“yeah, that’s right, sweetheart,” he’d rasp, his hand fisting in your hair, dragging your head back so you couldn’t look anywhere but at him. “look at you—fuckin’ made for me.”

he wouldn’t just let you take it—he’d make you feel it.

he’d slow you down when you try to move too fast, force you to take him properly, deep and unrelenting, until the stretch was too much and not enough all at once. he’d make you work for it, watch you tremble and sob as you begged for more, and only then—only when you were mindless, ruined, desperate— would he let you have it.

his grip would tighten. his voice would darken.

“show me how much you need me, baby. cry for me. that’s it—fuck, look at you. you can take more, can’t you?”

and when you came, when you shattered around him, he wouldn’t groan.

he’d laugh. low and breathless, pure possession dripping from every syllable as he hushed your sobs with kisses, his thrusts turning brutal as he chased his own high.

and when he spilled inside you—deep, endless, his claim undeniable— his voice would rasp against your sweat-slicked skin, sticky with satisfaction, dark with promise.

“mine. only mine.”

not jongin. never fucking jongin.

because jongin doesn’t love you like he does.

not the way he would—unconditionally, obsessively, entirely. jongin doesn’t worship you, doesn’t watch your every move and commit it to memory, doesn’t ache for you in the quiet hours of the night, doesn’t carve out pieces of his soul just to make room for more of you.

jongin doesn’t understand that you were meant to be loved the way baekhyun loves you.

because he knows—he knows that once you see it, once you understand how much better he could take care of you, how much deeper he could love you, you would never want anyone else. you wouldn’t just love him back—you would love him more than you ever thought possible, more than you ever loved anyone else.

and he would take care of you so well. he would worship you the way you deserve, keep you safe, keep you happy. keep you his.

you just had to see it.

and if baekhyun is anything, he is patient.

his fingers twitch around his softening cock, but the pleasure is long gone, replaced by something uglier. something that festers, that rots, that eats at him like an insatiable hunger. his nails curl into his palms, digging in deep enough to hurt, but it’s nothing compared to the agony burning through his chest.

his tongue swipes over his lips, the taste of obsession still thick on his tongue. his lashes flutter, his breath stalling—

one day.

one day, it won’t be jongin filling you up. it won’t be jongin making you fall apart.

it’ll be him.

only him.

It was surprising. To say the least. To have the woman that claimed to be your boyfriend’s…girlfriend, talk to you about their relationship. Baekhyun stayed throughout all of it, stating he wanted to be there for ‘support’. You really didn’t care, because everything was happening too fast. It was like you had been hit by a fucking truck; you didn’t have any warning. So as the pretty girl continued to talk, you just listened. That’s all you could do.

“...I’m sorry. I’m sorry that these are the circumstances that you had to find out. I never meant for any of this to happen. I was just his supervisor at the restaurant he worked at. Please, don’t blame him. I was the one who initiated things.”

You interject. “You can’t tell me not to blame him. He was the one who decided to be with you.”

The girl shuffled her feet together where she stood in front of your door frame. You don’t know what to do, Baekhyun is standing behind you now, a hand on your shoulder. It comforted you knowing that he was here. You didn’t know why but you were glad it was him rather than Sehun. Maybe it was because you were close friends with the younger man, he knew Kyungsoo. They talked often, went out for drinks with you guys. So perhaps he knew about the cheating. He just didn’t want to tell you. You scoff as you look at the ground, your thoughts becoming too much.

“How long.”

She does a double take, gulping.

“Two years.”

Oh. That really hurt. To think you had no idea, you assumed you were living your best lives together. For all of that to just mean nothing to him…you meant absolutely nothing to him. You flinch, Baekhyun tightening his hand on you. He moves forward, to stand in front of you.

He inhaled before he spoke. “Maybe you should go, Jihyo.”

Jihyo swayed for a moment, almost like she wanted to say something else. But she quickly agreed, shifting her purse on her shoulder. She bows, and she trots down the stairs. Baekhyun closes the door, his back turned to you. His hand stays on the doorknob, but you notice just how tightly he’s holding onto it. His knuckles are turning white, and you can see him trembling. You walk towards him slowly, confused by his reaction.

You whisper, voice cracking, “Why are you here?”

He still doesn’t turn around, his demeanor was foreign to you. You’ve never seen him act like this; this feeling you’re reading as pure anger.

“That’s just…fucked up. It makes me mad.”

He doesn’t answer you.

You rub your hand up and down your arm awkwardly. Although it was nice to have company, you didn’t know Baekhyun. The whole thing was strange, and you didn’t know why a complete stranger was reenacting the anger you were supposed to be having right now. You were numb, you didn’t have any more strength to confront the situation. But Baekhyun…

“Answer me, Baekhyun.” You try to sternly say.

He stiffened before he turned around to meet your eyes, taking a deep breath.

“I told you. I wanted to tell you something about the night my girlfriend died.”

“I don’t believe you.”

He glanced off, clearing his throat.

“You don’t have to. Does it matter?”

Did it? You didn’t know as you stood in front of him. You get a better look at him, his black hair was neatly combed back, maybe he puts gel in it. He had dark circles, and his eyes looked irritated, like he had been pulling all nighters. His lips were cracked and dried out. However, just like the first encounter you had with him, he was well dressed. Black slacks that were well ironed, a white collared shirt that looked practically new. You had to wonder how he was able to put any effort into his looks when he went through a loss. You didn’t even want to shower, nonetheless put in any effort into how you dressed.

You stumbled on your words as you broke eye contact with him, shrugging.

“I guess not, “ You sigh as you walk past him, hitting his arm, “Do you want something to drink?”

If you were going to be depressed, you might as well get drunk and depressed. You’re defeated, and you don't care about anything anymore. Baekhyun mutters an, ‘sure’, and you nod. You grab two bottles instead of one, and trudged back to where he stood. He was still staring at you with his bloodshot eyes as he took it. You just made your way to the living room, slumping into the couch as you glug down the bitter drink.

“So… Do you want to ask me any questions?” He walks over slowly, tapping the glass bottle in his hand as he sat down next to you.

No. You shake your head as you let your head lay back on the cushion.

“Not really. I’d prefer not to talk about our dead partners if you don’t mind.”

He blinks and tilts his head to the side, taking a swig of his beverage.

“Well, what do you want to do then?”

You look back at him as you swing your head over. You grimace.

“Nothing. Why are you still here?”

He teasingly places a hand over his chest, forming his pink lips into a pout. He lays back on the couch himself, smirking at you. Yeah, he was cute. You attempt to put a smile on.

“That hurts. I didn’t know you could be so mean, Y/N. If you don’t want me here just say so.”

You could use the company, you remind yourself. “Fine. What do you want to do? Sulk and cry?”

He snorts. “As fun as that sounds, I was thinking we should go somewhere.”

You quirk your eyebrow at him, lifting your chin up as you drink again. He stalls for a moment, just staring, again. He really liked looking at you, huh?

“Do you still want something to eat?”

“Maybe.” You squinted at him.

His eyes glow, that darned smile makes its appearance yet again.

“I know this great take out place nearby. Best. Food. Ever.”

He flashes a toothy grin at you as he pauses after each word. You can’t help but let a giggle escape your lips as you roll your eyes at him. Maybe this will help get your mind off of everything, maybe this would be good for you. Who knows, you’ll end up making a friend.

“Fine,” You stand up and place the bottle on your living room table, “But if this isn’t the best fucking food I’ll ever eat, I’m never going to talk to you again.”

He positions his drink on the table as well, a warm blush creeping on his features.

“If it’s not the best food you will ever eat, you can fucking kick me in the balls.”

You gape at him, “You sure? There’s no take backs. And I’m in a pretty bad mood.”

“Positive.”

“We got a deal. Let me change.”

As you close your bedroom door, you immediately sink down on the ground. You stare ahead of you, Kyungsoo’s nightstand within your vision. You suck in a breath as you push yourself up, walking towards it. You halt as you look at the photo frame he had of the two of you, picking it up gently. Kyungsoo was smiling into the camera, and you, well he had just finished attacking your face with the icing from the cake he had made for your birthday. You’re scrunching up your nose and pissed off, you had spent an hour doing your makeup. You laugh to yourself, raising a finger to brush past his face.

This was hard. Moving on, accepting death, finding out your dead boyfriend cheated on you. You couldn’t even be mad at him, who stays angry at the deceased? Still, you thought as you placed it back on the wooden table faced down, you couldn’t help but know that Kyungsoo wouldn’t have understood what he put you through. That was the type of person he was, oblivious to the pain he might have caused to others, the look of confusion when you did tell him when something was wrong. He never would have wanted to hurt you like he did, but maybe that’s why he snuck around and lied to you. He knew it would break your heart, and he attempted to still stay…right? At least he pretended. You sigh, shaking your head. Stop making excuses.

Then there was Baekhyun. You walk towards your drawer and start to put together an outfit. As you rummage through different blouses, you start to think about the stranger in your living room. He was nice, understanding. He was the only person to get how you were feeling. It doesn't hurt that he’s attractive as well. But you’re not going to pursue anything, you can't. Plus, he was probably looking for a friend too. The connection you two had was rare, with both of your significant others dying. Who wouldn’t want to be surrounded by people that they can relate to?

You shimmy on your jeans and readjust the yellow V-neck shirt you settled on. As you look into the mirror above your dresser, you give yourself a disgusted frown. Your mascara had run down past your nose, the black streaks staining your skin. Your skin was pale, like a vampire had drank all the blood from your body. You try to rub the mascara off with your hand, rubbing furiously. You shrug at yourself, there were still remnants of the black fibers clinging to your cheeks, but it would have to do.

“Y/N? We still going or what?”

Baekhyun knocks on your door, and you jump a little bit. You give yourself one last glance, the sides of your face twitching up, attempting to front a happier appearance. Let’s go, Y/N.

-

He insisted that you two walked, considering it was close by. You stay looking at the night sky as both of you walk down the sidewalk. Baekhyun had his hands tucked into his front pockets, blabbering about what he does for work. It was interesting, you could give him that.

“It’s fun. The actual term for what I do is called a ‘Perfumer’.”

You tried to hide the snicker, but you can’t help it. It was a pretty fucking funny name. He nudges your arm as he begins to laugh as well. He brings a hand to tap his cheek, fighting off a blush.

“Hey! Don’t make fun of me!” You give him an exaggerated nod, bringing your hands to mockingly put a zipper on your lips.

“I won’t laugh. Go on.” He shakes his head at you, still chuckling.

“I’m responsible for approving or rejecting the batches presented as finished products. I don’t want to brag but not many people do what I do. As well as I do.”

You widen your eyes, amusing him.

“Yeah? Would I know anything you have approved of, Mr. Perfumer?”

Now he’s rolling his eyes.

“Gucci, Louis Vuitton, Versace, Dior. I’ve even started my own line. Have you heard of Privé?”

Holy shit. Of course you know Privé, it took Korea by storm when they released their first perfume. You think you even purchased it after seeing it trend online. But then you think back to your first encounter with him, remembering how he commented on the perfume that you wore. You pause in your steps, Baekhyun mimicking you as he gives you a smug look.

“That’s how you knew what perfume I was wearing?”

“Of course. I literally get paid to smell perfumes, Y/N.”

You put your hands out in front of you like you’re defending yourself. Baekhyun looked high and mighty as he continued to walk. You decide to give him a little push, teasing him.

“Well, I think that’s cool. I can’t believe you work for brands like that. I also can’t believe I’m hanging out with the creator of Privé.”

He tries to pass it off coolly, shaking his head. But you knew he liked that you complimented him. As he leads you down the street past convenience stores and small shops, he stops in front of a small vendor. You peer at the little makeshift shack, a banner reading, “Street Food”.

There were two other people already in line, and it looked like a mother and daughter were the ones who ran it. The younger girl was stirring Tteokbokki in a large pot, while the elder woman was making Hotteok. You realize you’re almost drooling as Baekhyun taps you on your arm, and you chide yourself.

“Guess I picked a winner.” He remarks.

“You just got lucky. I love Tteokbokki,” You reply with a smirk.

As you finally get to the front of the line, the younger girl working the stand suddenly blushes. She starts to put her hair behind her ear, her brown eyes fixated on Baekhyun. You grin at this, kicking his foot. He abruptly looks at you, obliviously. He was reading the prices they had on a piece of paper, but as soon as he turned his head to meet the girl, he smiled brightly.

“Hello. Can we get two servings of Tteokbokki?” Wow, was he a charmer. He put his elbow on the table, cocking his head to the side as he wooed the blushing mess in front of him.

She nodded, “Y-yes. That will be two dollars.”

You go to reach for some money that you brought with you, but Baekhyun rests his hand on yours, shaking his head. He looks back at the girl, who is waiting for payment.

“What’s your name?”

She cracks her mouth open partially, sheepishly looking away.

“Yeri.”

He brings his finger to swipe his lip, his gaze was sultry, and for some reason a twinge of jealousy entered your body. You try to rebuke the sudden feeling, but the more you stared between the two of them, the more you wanted to pull him away. He was here with you.

“I knew someone with the same name. But look, Yeri. The Tteokbokki is two dollars a serving. Why are you selling it to me for only half the price, hm?”

Yeri stuttered. “A-ah…first time discount.” She looks at you for the first time, giving you a resentful frown. She returns back to Baekhyun, beaming. “I insist.”

Before the cocky man could say anything else, the elder woman stepped in. She gave Baekhyun a glare, reaching the palm of her hand out.

“Just give us four dollars then,” She looks down at the girl who’s cowering now, “Yeri, leave the couple alone.”

You snap your eyes to her, shaking your hands.

“Oh no, we’re not-”

“It’s okay. My girlfriend doesn’t care. I was just having some fun. Here.”

Girlfriend? You try to interrupt again, but he pulls out a five dollar bill as he covers your mouth. The lady snatched it out of his hand in a hurry. She pulled Yeri with her, pointing to the pot that contained the Tteokbokki. You walk off to the side, away from the stand. Baekhyun skips over to you, waggling his eyebrows. You furrow yours back at him.

“That was cute. I think she likes me.”

You fold your arms across your chest, not looking at him.

“Didn’t know you were such a playboy, Mr.Perfumer.”

He steps in front of you, ducking his head. He smiles.

“Yeah? Are you jealous?”

You let a bitter laugh out. Why did you get jealous?

“Of course not. Why would I be jealous over a high school girl?”

He shrugs as he stands next to you.

“I don’t know. It sure seemed like it, though. I don’t hear you interjecting that you aren’t my girlfriend.”

“Whatever.”

You don’t say anything else, and he just tucks his hands back into his pockets. When your food was finally ready, the younger girl was stuck deep frying the Hotteok, so the elder handed the cups to Baekhyun. If looks could kill, Baekhyun would be lying on the stone cold ground. Even though you were still trying to push away the thoughts of why you were jealous, you had to admit it was pretty funny. You didn’t miss how Yeri looked longingly at your friend, and you giggle as you jokingly intertwined your arm with his. He shoots you a confused stare, watching your eyes as you look at the girl. His head starts to look back as well, but you tug him along, walking back down the street you came from.

As soon as you’re out of sight, you let go of him, to which he whined.

“I’m cold! You were helping me not turn into a popsicle.”

You pick up a piece of the glorious rice cake, your eyes turning two times bigger. You stick your tongue out at him before you shove it into your mouth. The flavors danced on your tongue, and you couldn’t resist dancing a little bit as you walked. He followed suit, closing his eyes as the food entered his mouth. A small guttural groan comes from out of him and you kick his leg.

“You sound like a pervert.” You say through a mouthful of food.

He swallows as he playfully kicks you back.

“I can’t help it. Look, I’ll admit I’m a pervert if you admit you were jealous earlier.”

You suddenly were interested in the grout sprouting through the cracks of the cement.

“I don’t know what you mean, playboy.” You rebuttal back.

He murmurs out an, ‘Mhm’, eyeing you up and down.

“Come on. Admit it. You were jealous that I was flirting with her.”

“I was not!” Your lips trembling as you tried not to laugh.

He suddenly grabbed your cup of food, making you gasp. He held it up above you, shaking it lightly. You try to jump, but he responds by getting on the tip of his shoes, rising higher.

“I won’t give it back to you until you tell the truth.”

He gives you a daring look. You tap your foot on the ground, thinking about it. I mean, you were only jealous because he took you there and did that. It didn’t have to mean anything else. Did it?

“Let’s say hypothetically I was. Now can I have it back?” You reach up, but he simply grins with his perfect white teeth. Baekhyun shakes his head, getting close to you. You don’t move as he gets right in your face, his breath fanning over you.

“Don’t worry about being jealous anymore. You won’t have to be.”

You purse your lips. The cold air was alarmingly growing warmer by the second.

“What do you mean by that?” It came out as a whisper.

He darts his tongue out, moisturizing his lips. He began to come closer, his lips ghosting over yours. Why aren’t you doing anything? Your heart beats rapidly against your rib cage, and right when you think he’s going to kiss you…

“Interesting.” He smiles.

Your heart flutters, and then he’s gone in the blink of an eye, running down the street. You had to take a moment to collect yourself, and then you find yourself yelling at him as you follow him.

“Hey! Baekhyun!” You’re laughing.

And it was nice. It was dark out, the moon hanging in the sky, the stars faintly out. Even though the streets were dark and you could barely see, the more intently you focused on the boy running in front of you, the more you realized how he was like a light, brightening up your path.

He turned around to look at you, gasping for air as he ran backwards. It was like slow motion, your hair falling in front of your face as you attempted to keep up, him, laughing at you.

You felt okay.

-

He stayed with you for a couple more hours, insisting that the two of you talked about how great the food was, and as a matter of factly, how he was right. You push him over on the couch when he smugly says it, your hand grabbing the bottle of beer that was sitting next to the empty cups of food you had finished.

“All I’m saying is that I was right. No need to get mad about it.”

You smirk at him before you drunkenly speak.

“I had fun today. T-thank you.”

He sits up, giving you a sweet nod.

“You’re welcome. Listen, we should do this more often. I think it’ll be good for us.”

You agree, you didn’t think once about Kyungsoo the entire time. This would help, and in the back of your head you had hoped he would have said this. You were too embarrassed to admit it; you liked being around Baekhyun. You just met him but you knew that you didn’t want to be around anyone else, no one would truly understand your pain more than him. He speaks again, his tone strained.

“You have something…on your lip.”

You bring your hand lazily to your mouth, trying to feel for something. When you can’t, you peer back into his eyes, pouting. You reach forward, and maybe it was because you were drunk, but you bring his hand to your face.

“Take it off for me, then.”

He gulped, and your eyes watched as his Adam’s apple bobbed up and down. He was nervous?

“You need…to be more careful.”

He retracts his hand, licking his thumb. Once again, he puts it on your face, and you can’t help but look at him. He was hot. You push up against his finger, surprising him. He falters a little as you move your body close to him, your hand resting on his. He doesn’t move his finger from your lip as you press your chest against him. Why are you doing this, Y/N?

But you don’t listen to yourself. For some dumb, fucking, reason, you wrap your lips around him. You close your eyes as you let your tongue circle around his thumb, saturating it with your saliva. You only open your eyes when you hear him whisper a small, “Ah”. His eyes looked at you hungrily as you finished sucking, making a small popping noise as you let him go. You felt confident, you were in control. Finally, for the first time today, you felt like you had control of something in your life. And you didn’t want to miss this high, so you gave into the desire.

You slam your eyes shut as you push your lips onto his. You bite down on his bottom lip, pulling it back lightly. You hear Baekhyun moan, and that gives you the okay that you wanted. As you’re about to put your needy lips on his again, he suddenly pushes you back. You wobble in place as a sharp shooting pain strikes your heart. Baekhyun is flushed, and he places his hands behind him on the couch like he’s restraining himself.

You slur on your words, “Why did you…do that?”

He swallows. “You- you’re drunk. I- I don’t want to take advantage of you.”

Huh. Here you thought that maybe he found you cute too. You blush as you turn away. But he speaks again more earnestly.

“Don’t get me wrong, I find you insanely attractive. At…at least let me take you on a date.”

A date? You were not looking to date anyone right now. Or maybe you were? You were drunk.

“You? Want to take me on a date?”

He instantly brightens. A little too quickly he nods.

“Of course. I would love to go on a date with you. I love-” He stops, and you questiongly stare.

“You love what?”

Baekhyun stands up, rubbing the palms of his hands on his slacks. Your eyes don’t leave him as he awkwardly raises a fist to cover his mouth.

“I love…spending time with you. Is what I meant to say. So do you want to go on a date?”

You shrug.

“Maybe.”

His eyes pierce into you, and for a moment you swear he’s going to cuss you out. He creepily stares at you, and you feel like he’s looking directly into your soul. He passes off the weird moment by smiling at you.

“Well that’s not an answer, Y/N. Can you answer me correctly?”

You didn’t want to lie to yourself, you liked the authoritativeness that was etched into his words. You were also confused by how fast he could switch up his emotions. But in your drunken state you quickly forget about it. He was waiting for an answer, after all.

“Sure. But don’t forget your place, Mr.Perfumer. I am a police officer.” You try to make light of the conversation, but Baekhyun strides to you, entering your personal space. You lean back into the couch, not prepared for the abrasiveness. He follows after you, two arms trapping you underneath him. Just like earlier on the street, he ghosts his lips over yours. He doesn’t break his sight from yours as he speaks in a low voice.

“Is that a threat?” His lips were puckered out, his eyebrows caved in like they were sad.

You shake your head. He exhaled as he leaned on his elbow, his right hand bringing a strand of your hair to his nose. He takes a deep breath, and even though you should have found it weird, you were somewhat fond of the action. Again, you were drunk. He drops it from his grasp as he smiles. His hand caresses your cheek, and you rub against his touch. There was something truly intoxicating about Baekhyun.

“The things I’m going to do with you, Y/N.”

He pulls you back up, and you fully process how drunk you were. Everything was spinning, and the only thought you had now was that you wanted to sleep. You voice this to him in a whine, to which he led you to your bedroom. As he tucked you into your bed, you made the mistake of looking at your nightstand. The nightstand that carried a photo frame of Kyungsoo. You shakily reach out to grab it, but Baekhyun stops you. He slaps your hand away as he looks at it as well.

“Don’t do that.” He scolds you.

“I miss him.” You could feel yourself about to cry. He gets on his knees, resting his head on the bed next to your face. You shouldn’t miss Kyungsoo, he did horrible things to you. He cheated on you, he lied to your face, didn’t think about your feelings, he…he left you alone. How selfish of him to die.

“H-he l-left me.” The words came out mumbled together, but Baekhyun understood.

“You want to know something?”

You look at him through blurry eyes. You nod your head against the pillow.

He looks off for a second, like he’s mustering up the right words. Then he gives you those eyes, those pretty brown eyes.

“I’ll never leave you.”

It could have sounded crazy if you didn’t know him, if you didn’t have to mourn the death of your lover. But right now, you need to hear it. It was the only thing that stopped your muffled sobs, you stare back at him and shakily bring your lips up to smile. He winks at you before he kisses your forehead.

“I’ll text you tomorrow, Y/N. I’ll plan our date.”

You feel yourself submitting to the call of sleep, and you fight to keep your eyes open. He chuckles as he brings his fingers to close them himself, and you mumble one last thing before you give into your slumber.

“...Baekhyun.”

-

Baekhyun’s POV

So he stole some more underwear from you. And one of your shirts. But that was it, he swears. He honestly really wanted to slip in bed with you, hug you, wrap his arms around your perfect, beautiful body. But he restrained himself. He waited until he was sure that you were asleep before he searched through your apartment. As he read through journals of yours, he couldn’t get his mind off of the kiss you planted on him earlier.

He traced his finger over your handwriting as he fought the blush from entering his cheeks.

Baekhyun did not expect you to do that, not at all. But really, he underestimated himself. You were like putty in his hands, you melted from his words, and he didn’t even have to try. How easily manipulated you are, Y/N. As he reads your latest entry in the small black journal, he pauses when he sees his name.

i had to interview a suspect for the murder that occured recently. he doesn’t seem like he knows anything about it and it definitely doesn’t look like he murdered his girlfriend. but as i’m writing this, and since it’s just you and me, why can’t i get him out of my head? maybe it’s because this is the first murder case for this city, and i can’t believe a person like him is capable of it. he’s charming. his name is baekhyun. such a pretty name.

“Pretty, huh?” He takes his phone out and takes a photo of it, wanting to savor the sweet memory.

He closed it and put it back on the desk in your room. When he concludes that he should leave, he turns around and watches you sleep. The way your chest caved in and out, the way your lips were parted every so slightly. He can’t help but walk over and crouch next to you, not wanting to tear himself away from the perfect view. And maybe he does this for a while. Maybe an hour or two. Okay, he stayed there watching you sleep for three hours. In his defense he wanted to make sure you didn’t throw up.

He was obsessed with you. Everything about you drew him in. He just didn’t know how you managed to steal his heart so quickly. He won’t complain though, he wanted you to have it. You could cut him open and take it if you wanted to. He would die for you. But most importantly, he would kill for you. Which brought up the whore of a woman, Jihyo.

He knew what he was going to do. Planned it a while ago, since the day he saw her walking up the very steps he did. It was too easy, really. Another suicide. The letter would read,

i couldn’t take the death of my dear boyfriend kyungsoo. if he had to die, i have to too. poor me! i’m a cunt that deserves to choke on her own blood and have my guts ripped out of me!

Something like that.

He closes his eyes as he takes one final deep breath of your hair, inhaling sharply. He looks at you adoringly before he makes his way out of your apartment. As he skips down the stairs, walking on clouds, he’s shocked to see a familiar car parked next to his. He squints as he continues to walk closer, and then he claps his hands together excitedly.

“Chanyeol! What are you doing here, man? It’s good to see you!”

The taller man scoffs as he rolls his eyes. He pushes Baekhyun’s open arms away from him, making the smaller man frown.

“What are you doing?” He asks in a rude tone.

Baekhyun continues to look at him, disappointed.

“I’m at my girlfriend’s place.”

Chanyeol gives him a death stare.

“She is not your girlfriend, Baekhyun.”

Chanyeol, come on. Don’t piss him off. Of course you were his girlfriend. Just not yet. Baekhyun pushes his hair back as he licks his lips, the words slipping off his tongue coldly.

“Why don’t you shut the fuck up if you don’t know what you’re talking about?”

His best friend grabs him by his shirt, swinging his body to slam on the side of his car. He gets in his face, spitting on him as he angrily whispers.

“You need to leave her alone. Do you understand? Sehun told me everything.”

Baekhyun put his hands up in the air, putting a fake confused expression on.

“What do you mean, Chan? I don’t have any idea what you’re talking about.”

Chanyeol punches him in the face then, and he’s seeing stars. He laughs as he spits the blood that’s dripping out of his mouth onto him. He never wanted things to get to this point with his dear friend, so this honestly came as a shock. Why did he care if he was seeing you, Y/N? Did he… did he love you too? No, he wouldn’t do that to him. Would he?

“Do you love her?” He hisses out.

Chanyeol blinks in disbelief as he frustratingly let’s his shirt go. He walks in a circle, attempting to calm down. Baekhyun looked down at his shirt, spots of blood covering the expensive material.

What… the fuck.

“I don’t even fucking know her, Baekhyun. You need to fucking see someone. I’m being serious. There’s something legit wrong with your brain. I don’t know how much longer I can do this.”

He came back up to him now, and Baekhyun could see the worry in his eyes. He was so stupid, so so stupid, he thought. He would help him out until he was on his fucking death bed, there was nothing he wouldn’t do for Baekhyun. Both of them knew this, Chanyeol more than him.

“Aw, we know that’s a lie. Can I remind you of something old pal?”

He tenderly puts his hand on the other’s shoulder, massaging it, calming him. The boy starts to relax with his touch, and Baekhyun tries to speak as steady as he can.

“Who took care of your dad? Hm? Who is the person who stabbed your dead beat father to death because he couldn’t stand him?,” He looks off like he’s thinking, then smirks, “That would be me. So, why don’t we both admit that we’re oh so terrible people and move on? I’m going to start my new life with Y/N, and you can continue working your little job as Mr.Assistant Deputy.”

Chanyeol falls silent, so Baekhyun takes this as the opportunity to land a nice punch to the man’s chiseled jaw, watching as he falls on the ground. As the older man looked up at him horrified, Baekhyun just towered over him, grabbing him by the collar of his shirt. He spits in his face once more, the crimson splattering over his nose and cheeks. He suppresses a chuckle as he forcefully hits him again, his knuckles now covered with blood.

“If you ever, try to get into my personal life again- I won’t hesitate to kill you. And you know what? I’ll even give you the Park special deal. You want to know what it includes?”

The beaten up man just looks at him, his nose obviously broken as blood drips from his nostrils.

“Three stabs to the heart, and wait for it,” He twists the bridge of his nose, a scream filling the quiet neighborhood, “and a slash across the throat. Don’t ever cross me again, Chanyeol.”

He throws his battered body back on the ground, kicking him in the side for good measure. He groaned as Baekhyun angrily tried to rub the stains from out of his shirt. He just bought this, specifically for you. He inhales annoyingly as he pulls his car keys out from his pocket.

“So after you get your nose fixed, you can apologize by buying me a new shirt. Also, we haven’t done a guy’s night out for a while. We should definitely plan one soon. Goodnight, best friend!”

He waves cutely to Chanyeol, who is still lying on the ground in pain. He starts to whistle as he hops in his car, starting it up. As he pulls out from his spot, he pulls up to his friend’s body and steps on the brakes. He leans over to peer out the window.

“Don’t stay up too late, you have work tomorrow.”

“Fuck you, Baekhyun.”

“I love you too.”

As he drove home, the thought of Jihyo once again popped back into his head. He already knew where she lived, where she worked, even the place she liked to get coffee from. As he paused in front of a red light, he decided to pull out his phone and search her up, seeing if she had posted anything about future plans. Her FaceNook account was made public, so he was able to search through her photos and recent updates. He hovers over a post she made only a couple of hours ago.

going on a very much needed vacation. rip kyungsoo, i love you baby!

What an attention seeking and pathetic post. He clicks on the comment section, reading through her friend’s pitiful responses.

haesoo: i’m so sorry for your loss!

seung-yeon: if you ever need someone im here <3

hyo-joo: where are you going??

Finally someone that can help Baekhyun. He clicked on the reply Jihyo made.

jihyo: no where. just staying at home.

Even better. He was prepared to travel if he needed to, Y/N, but she just made it so much easier. Tapping into her phone would also be a piece of cake, Baekhyun picked up on how to do it from his friend Minseok, who specialized in hacking. He never did question him on it, just accepted his strange request to which Baekhyun would always appreciate. He planned on tapping into it and seeing when the woman would order food. That way, when she’s expecting some pizza delivery guy to knock on her door, he would happily take their place, serving her a much needed stab to the throat. It would taste better anyways.

He finally arrived home, hurriedly taking off his ruined shirt. As he threw it in his washer, he walked back into his bedroom, plopping on the bed. He plucked his phone out from his back pocket, clicking on the photo he took of your journal excerpt. He read it over and over until his eyes grew droopy, a yawn escaping from his lips.

There was nobody else for him but you, Y/N. He would guarantee that no one would get in the way of that. And if someone did, he’d take care of them like how he always does. The blossoming love that you would come to realize you’ll have for him was enough for Baekhyun, he could live, breath, and survive on just that alone. You were his lifeline, his anchor. For the first time, he was able to understand his reasoning for all of the deaths before you. It never made sense to him before, and sometimes he did question how he came to be like this.

All of those things had to happen in order to meet you. His past flings didn’t hold a place in his heart, but they meant something to him. Their deaths didn’t occur in vain, no. He should honestly be thanking them, because without their disappearance in the world, he would have missed out on meeting the love of his life. He could have made the vital mistake of marrying one of those miserable, disgusting vermin. So he pulls up the InstaBram page of his recent ex-lover, Mina.

He stops on a selfie she had taken, and he grimaces as he looks at the red lipstick on her lips.

But he soon smiles shortly after, staring into the eyes that once held love for him.

“Thank you for understanding why you had to die. I met my soulmate because of you.”

He hoped she heard him from hell. Because of course she was there, she caused the impending doom of her demise. And people who make mistakes don’t deserve the luxury to grow wings and be happy for all eternity. He giggles as he strokes his hand over the phone screen, like he’s grazing her soft skin. It was nice when people made it easy for him to kill them.

He shut off his phone, not bothering to take off his slacks since he was so tired. As he drifted off to sleep, he imagined you were there with him, snuggling into his embrace.

“I love you, Y/N.”

-

Baekhyun had returned to the innocent and sweet age of 13, waking up in his childhood home. He peers at his hands, a strange white glow detailing the skin. He knows what’s happening.

He was dreaming.

He must of have had this dream more than a hundred times, memorized how he got up from his worn out mattress, looked on at the white walls that were turning yellow due to the countless cigarettes he would smoke in there. So he amuses himself this time, deciding to run out of his room rather than nimbly walking out like he’s done so many times. He makes his way down a dark hallway, his eyes searching for a light source of any kind. He brings his hands up to block his vision as a bright white flash swallows the quiet home.

“Fuck!” He yells out in frustration.

Once the bright line vanished, he uncovered his eyes, lowering his arms. The house had natural light pouring into it now, and he could hear someone walking around in the kitchen. He doesn’t want to see them, he hates them. But he knew how this would have to go, it was the only way he could escape from the nightmare. He once tried to lock himself in his room, not wanting to confront the woman. But that ended poorly on Baekhyun’s behalf, he ended up staying up all night because he would continuously get sleep paralysis. So he takes a sharp breath, forcing his legs to step in front of each other to the kitchen he knew so well as a kid.

She looked different this time. Her brown hair was pulled back in a neat bun, no stray aways, it was perfectly formed on her head. She wore a white dress that shaped around her slim body, her hands were busy washing dishes in the sink. As Baekhyun walked up closer to her, she paused her actions, turning her head ever so slightly. She let’s a small, ‘tsk’, glide off her lips.

“Baekhyun. You’re up. Finally,” She slams a plate into the silver basin sink, to which the boy flinches, “You’re about as useless as your sad excuse of a father.”

“I- I know mom.”

His mother turned around, a judging look consuming her features. She had a kind face, it was almost like she copied and pasted herself onto Baekhyun, but there was something that the younger son didn’t yet know how to master that she did. The masking of who she truly was, a fucking monster. She shakes her head as she raises her hand in the air, and Baekhyun cowered in fear, immediately dropping to the floor and whimpering. He hated this dream, despised it. He always acted like a fucking pussy, and there was nothing he could do to stop this recurring memory he buried inside of him.

“Do you know why you kill people, Baekhyun?” The words were like venom, piercing his body and sinking deep into his veins and causing every atom to burn.

When he doesn’t say anything, she kicks him in the side of his rib, making him yelp in pain.

“It’s because you’re my son. Such a waste of life, I told him. Your father thought you were special, but I knew. I gave birth to an evil piece of shit. When I first laid eyes on you I was disgusted by you, the abomination I spent ten months nurturing and growing inside of my body.”

Yeah, he knows that already.

His mother sits on the floor with him, and Baekhyun can’t stop his lips from quivering, his eyes are stinging because he won’t allow himself to cry. He can’t show her that he’s scared, can’t show any signs of weakness. He just has to take the beatings and abusive words, he could never stand up to her. After all, he was her son, and he took after her like this. The unrelenting hatred he carried for others was the root for his uncaring mother; he harvested it from her.

“You’ve never killed someone for the sake of someone else, Baekhyun.”

He zipped his eyes to her alarmingly. She’s never spoken about this before, and this was something that actually happened in his current life. He opens his mouth shakily.

“Wh-what are you talking about?”

She smiles at him, the first time he’s actually seen it before in his life. It didn’t suit her.

“Even though I hate you, Baekhyun, I think you’re changing. After all, I did the same thing.”

He falls silent, his body trembling with anger. Stop, don’t talk about it, please.

“Don’t talk about-”

She bunches his hair in her hand, pulling it harshly, and he could hear how the follicles popped from his skull, an immediate migraine surfacing in his head. As much as he tried to pry her grip off of him, it was no use. She would always be stronger than him, even now. So she dragged him from out of the kitchen all the way to her bedroom. He always hated this about the dream, how she carried a supernatural strength that was no match for him. She throws him on the floor, and he doesn’t want to look up. He couldn’t.

“Look. Look at what I did for you, Baekhyun.”

He runs his tongue over his chapped lips, his gaze staying on the floor.

“N-no.”

“I said, look up. Don’t make this harder for yourself.”

This would be the only way he could sleep peacefully throughout the night, but fuck, he really did hate this part. He’s gotten used to the beatings and the hurtful words by now, he had to deal with them in his actual life. He didn’t mind taking it, he believes it made him a stronger person. But this? There was nothing that could shake the awful image from his head, it would always be a part of him.

As he brought his sight to the bed, he sucked in a painful, stabbing breath. The man’s eyes bored into his, no sign of life in them. His head was hanging off the side of blankets, the deep red color splattered on his face and on the white linen. His hand looked like it was reaching out to Baekhyun, and for a second he wanted to hold it, to let his dead father know that there was someone who mourned his death. But his mother steps in front of him, pulling his chin to forcefully look at her.

“He thought you could change. But you were never going to, Baekhyun. I couldn’t let him get in the way to try and help you be a better person. People like you don’t deserve a second chance. You will suffer for the rest of your life, constantly searching for the comfort I never gave you. Y/N reminds you of me, that’s why you did what you did. But understand one thing, son.”

Baekhyun stares at her in a trance, her nails digging into his skin.

“She will never love you the way I did. No one can.”

He scoffs, “You never loved me.”

She lets go of his face and slaps him, and before he could even react, she’s back to gripping his cheeks, giving him the most monstrous, evil look no human being would be able to duplicate.

“I loved you in the only way a human could. I loved you for the monster that you are. I shaped you into what you are, Baekhyun. You should be more grateful. You’re stronger now, more than me. Appreciate the fact that you were molded in the likes of your mother rather than your weak, delusional father. Go to sleep now, and think about what I said. I’ll see you again soon.”

Just like that, he wakes up in a cold sweat, his chest caving in and out in shallow breaths. He stares in shock at the white ceiling above him, raising his weak hand to wipe away the sweat that made its way to his forehead. As he scrambled to make sense of his dream, he couldn’t shake the unnerving thing that his mother told him in the midst of his nightmare.

“Y/N reminds you of me, that’s why you did what you did.”

You were nothing like his mother, Y/N. So why was she saying that disgusting, vile lie? As he continued to catch his breath, he couldn’t shake the words from his head, swallowing him whole. He knows he loves you, he knows that you love him too, there isn’t anyone else for him in this lifetime. He just tries to piece together if there are…any similarities between the two of you.

His mother was cruel.

You were kind and giving.

His mother was abusive.

You were loving and caring.

His mother was the reason he lived.

You were…also the reason that he lived.

Of course, the circumstances were different. While you gave him a true purpose in life, his mother could have killed him off, just like his father. She allowed him to live… just to suffer. You allowed him to live in order to love and cherish you. However, as Baekhyun sat in his disgusting sweaty mess, a fearful thought trampled in his mind.

If you didn’t accept him, if you didn’t… love him. You would be no better than his mother. You would also be allowing him to live to suffer, suffer with the truth that you would never want to be with him. He can’t have that happening, there’s no way. He feels a sense of determination and motivation swirling inside his frame, and he grabs his bed sheets tightly.

You would never be able to escape him. If he had to lock you up and keep you from running away from him, he would do it. But he doesn’t want you to think of it as a bad thing; no, you would come to realize that this is all for the greater good. He wasn’t selfish, he just wanted to shower you with the love and care that you deserved. And if he had to keep you hostage to prove that point, he would happily do so. He starts to laugh in the quiet, dark bedroom. Tears streamed down his face, and he could taste the saltiness of the liquid as it reaches his lips.

“You’re mine, Y/N. Forever and always.”

-

Chanyeol’s POV

Chanyeol took another pain killer as he sat down in Junmyeon’s office. His friend looked at him with a pitiful look, hissing as he tilted his head at him as he looked at the damage on his face.

So Baekhyun broke his nose. And beat him up. But he also brought up the one thing he told him to never speak about. The job that he put him on, that he paid him off for already. It wasn’t like Chanyeol could ever forget what he did to his father, but why would his friend do that to him? If anything, he was looking out for him, he didn’t want something bad to happen to him. After all, he practically owed him for giving him the life that he always wanted.

To take over his father’s job, to shove it in his face that he was better than him in every way. Chanyeol’s father was a demanding, strict man. He never showed him any love when he grew up, he only expected the best from him. And that… that can grow old rather quickly. His mother didn’t bother to stop his father’s pestering and verbal abuse towards him, in fact she supported his mindset. To that, he didn’t understand at all. But after he replaced his father as Assistant Deputy, he slowly realized the real reason why his mother didn’t say anything about his upbringing.

“Oh, my amazing son. Your father would be so proud of you! Wearing his uniform…you look just like him. Don’t forget to deposit some money into my account, you understand? I absolutely have to buy a new purse for the upcoming fashion show I’m attending.”

He scoffed at that, looking back at the reflection of himself in his father’s clothes. They didn’t fit him right, it was way too small. His tall frame made it look like a halloween costume, the way it was too tight on his thighs and chest. It didn’t look like him at all. He looked like his father, disapproving and unsatisfied. He took some of his father’s words to heart, at least the ones that weren’t so fucked up.

“If you can’t be loyal to something as small as your best friend, you can’t be loyal to your country.”

He said this to him before he went to the Police Academy, excited, but soon after hearing those words, exasperated. There would be nothing that he could do to make his father proud he knew that, but in the back of his head he still wanted to try. The hope that one day his old man would compliment him, even give him a hug that wasn’t for the public to swoon over.

The Park Family are so well put together. You can tell they love and care for each other. He must be so proud of his son for following in his footsteps!

Still, the only thought that still haunted him was the fact that his father died not by his hands, but his best friend. He couldn’t even look him in the face to watch his face become slack, his heart slowly stop beating, look at the way the blood escaped from his neck. He would do anything to do it himself, to prove to him that he was the perfect son that he always hoped for. Would he be proud of him then? That he finally stood up to him and took matters into his own hands? Would he finally be the son he painted him to be if he actually had the courage to kill him himself?

“Chanyeol.”

He didn’t realize he was lost in thought, staring at the stack of papers on Junmyeon’s desk.

“Ah, sorry. What were you saying?”

He grimaced in pain, his nose throbbing. The man across from him frowned as he leaned back into his chair. His tongue poked his cheek as he continued to speak to him.

“I asked you how you broke your fucking nose. I’d hate to see how the other guy looks.”

Baekhyun was more than fine. He probably liked it, the masochistic maniac.

“Yeah, he looked like he got hit by a truck when I was finished with him.”

A lie.

Junmyeon laughed light-heartedly. “Just don’t forget who you are, Chan. The public would be up in arms if they found out their precious Assistant Deputy was out beating up drunk men.”

Chanyeol waved him off, smirking.

“You know they love me. They’d probably find a way to praise me somehow.”

Just then, a knock on Junmyeon’s door interrupted the two friends' conversation. Junmyeon raised his eyebrow, telling the person to come in. The Deputy meets eyes with Sehun, who looks at him in shock. He held a piece of paper in his hand, closing the door behind him.

“Holy shit. What the fuck happened to you?”

Sehun walked over to the both of them, crouching to get a better look at his broken nose. Chanyeol whisked his head away, frowning. Sehun and Junmyeon were close friends of his, they all went to the same police academy. They were good people, well, at least Junmyeon was. Sehun assisted Baekhyun in the murder of Y/N’s boyfriend, and he also helped dispose a body for him as well…but he was a good kid. For the most part.

“Some drunk idiot started a fight with him over a girl. Apparently Chanyeol did more damage to him, but who knows? He could be lying to cover up his huge ego.” Junmyeon snickered.

Sehun didn’t say anything as he stared at Chanyeol. He knew who did it. He shifted his weight to his side, an awkward chuckle filling the tension in the room. He placed the paper he had in his grasp on the desk, Junmyeon picking it up gingerly.

“I just typed out the report for Kyungsoo’s case. If you think it’s okay, I’ll release the statement to the public. They’re all freaking out, it’s like they’ve never seen a car crash before or something.”

Sehun takes a seat next to Chanyeol, glancing at him every now and then. He didn’t know why Sehun decided to help Baekhyun out, he hated him. After he disposed of the body of one of his best friend’s lovers, the young friend insisted that he never do anything for him again. He was traumatized, but not nearly enough to do it again.

Chanyeol’s friend listens to what Junmyeon has to say about the report, and he can’t help but smile. Sehun was hard working, determined, and daring. What he failed to do with those qualities was putting them to use in his gambling addiction. He didn’t come from a family with wealth, which means putting him through the Academy would have to be entirely out of his pocket. He made the mistake of sitting at a poker game, and ended up winning. 8,00,000 won to be exact. But sadly, he didn’t know the people he would become associated with, the people he would be in debt with.

He’s been struggling to make ends meet ever since then, always complaining that he won that money fair and square- but Chanyeol knew him. He knows that he cheated, because when he went to investigate the mafia-like group of men, they told him everything. He originally went over to hopefully get a warrant, to help Sehun out. But after hearing how Sehun cheated by switching out cards on purpose, just so he could win, well. He did it to himself. They even showed him the proof, a camera that was always recording at their little sessions that was hidden in one of the men’s shirt pockets. He laughed at that, watching the boy he thought he knew subtly change his cards, sliding new ones out of the sleeve of his coat pocket. It could be easily missed if someone didn’t get it on camera, then he wouldn’t be doing the gruesome jobs that Baekhyun asked him to do.

“...Besides some of the typo’s, I’d say it’s good enough. Fix them and then release it.”

Junmyeon tossed the paper back to him, and Sehun nodded. He gets up, and Chanyeol follows suit. He waves his hand to his friend, who offered a confused smirk.

“You don’t want to stay? I’m probably going to go drink after this. It’s very much needed. Plus, it couldn’t hurt you more than that broken nose of yours.”

Chanyeol shakes his head, continuing to follow Sehun out of the office.

“I have some things I need to take care of. I’ll see you soon though. I’ll call.”

Sehun nudges his arm as he closes the door, giving him a knowing look.

“Baekhyun really fucked you up. What did you even say?”

They both walk quietly back to his cubicle, Sehun putting his hands on his hips as he throws the report on his desk. Chanyeol sighs, the throbbing pain returning again.

“I just told him to leave Y/N alone. He thought I was in love with her.”

“He’s crazy dude. I swear to god, I don’t know why you’re friends with him. You guys aren’t alike in the slightest.”

If only he knew.

“It’s kind of hard to stop being friends with a serial killer, Sehun. Just keep away from him from now on. If he asks you to do something else, let me know. I’ll deal with it. You have enough on your plate already.”

The black haired man swallowed.

“How does he know things? Like…he knows about shit I did back at the Academy.”

Chanyeol raises his brow.

“Yeah? I don’t know,” He pulls out his phone, looking at the time, “All you should know is that you shouldn’t make him your enemy, S.”

Sehun stills, a paranoid look in his eyes.

“D-don’t call me that. It’s a stupid nickname.”

Chanyeol shrugs, not giving it much thought. He flung his hand on his shoulder.

“Take care of yourself. Call me if you need anything.”

Chanyeol exited the police station, a heavy weight pushing down on him. He didn’t know much about Y/N, only what Sehun had passed onto him. She was a good worker, got everything done in a precise, orderly fashion. She didn’t make mistakes, and she loved what she did. As Sehun talked about her some more, one thing stood out to Chanyeol.

“I wouldn’t say she’s like a workaholic, but she… she gets obsessive about things. She doesn’t know when to quit, more to speak. When she locks in on something, or someone, she makes sure they don’t get away. Kyungsoo used to joke about her having an Obsessive Love disorder. I never noticed it with her when she was around Soo, but I could definitely see it whenever she worked. She gets in deep, I always have to tell her to go home when she stays too late.”

It was interesting to say the least. But the worrying thing about it was the fact that she was vulnerable right now, her boyfriend dying just makes things worse. Baekhyun knew what he was doing, taking care of her….comforting her. If what Sehun said was true, this wouldn’t end well.

Baekhyun’s POV

Baekhyun was walking on clouds. He was probably the happiest he’s ever been in his life. Because now, he had you. You were going to crawl right into his arms, basically you wouldn’t really have a choice… but he would make sure not to be so possessive at first. He can’t have you thinking he was some crazy psychopath. He really wasn’t, he’s just a hopeless romantic.

As he thought about you, he continued to wash the blood off his hands in his sink. He looked at his reflection, Kyungsoo’s blood still plastered beautifully on his face. He brought a wet hand to run his fingers over the dried blood, watching it dissolve like watercolors over his skin. It was beautiful, the craft of it. The act of killing someone. For someone that he loved. He would do it again, without you subliminally asking him of course, and he would love it. There couldn’t be anything more romantic to Baekhyun than taking a life in return for a new one - the life he would start with you.

But there was also the problem of the bitch your boyfriend was seeing behind your back. How was he going to tie that in altogether? Just so you knew that the scum you dated was a piece of shit? Well, that was easy. He managed to find her profile under Kyungsoo’s friends list on FaceNook, to which he scoffed. He didn’t think you were dumb for not seeing the signs, but you had a job. You couldn’t be online all the time, you were a hard worker, that was something to be admired. He liked that about you.

So he created a fake profile, added the woman as a friend. Sent her a discrete message to go to the apartment, her boyfriend was dead. It didn’t take her long to respond, she insisted that she just saw him that morning, and that this was just a troll, maybe. Baekhyun smiled as he didn’t respond, just watched as the whore began to roll more messages into the chatbox, becoming fearful that the stranger that had messaged her was being truthful. Oh… he was so excited.

So as he waited until he saw you walk back to your car from leaving the police station, he couldn’t stop his heart from racing. You looked so distraught, so broken. But he knew that he would fix that, because he just went through the oh so painful loss of his girlfriend. He was relatable, he was what you needed right now. He followed you home, watched as you lingered at your door before you stepped inside.

Then he waited, because he knew you had to read the letter that he planted. Baekhyun was struggling to keep the smile off his face, knowing that in just a couple of minutes, he would come to your rescue. He was going to save you, from the impending depression that you go through. It worked out so perfectly, and he knew that he was smart, but this? You helped him to create this wonderful plan, Y/N. You expanded his mind and abilities that he didn’t even think he could venture into. Just like how he helped you, you pushed him to do this. He couldn’t be any more grateful.

It was like he won the lottery when you opened the door, the way you just let him in. There wasn’t anything that held you back either, he noticed that. Baekhyun could feel himself getting to you, knocking outside your heart… you’re too curious. You want him to be there for you, to hold you, make you laugh, love you. He’ll do it, he’ll do anything that you ask him. Just tell him, he’ll be your slave. It was a different mindset, something he found puny. But when it came to you… oh, you.

“...Who are you again?”

He watched as the two women stared at each other, putting an act on. He tried his best to look shocked, but in the back of his head he started to become fearful that he didn’t. He let a dry cough out, trying to push down the menacing hatred he carried for the petite girl standing in front of him.

“I’m Jihyo. Please tell me Kyungsoo isn’t dead.”

It all happened in a blink of an eye, you, running towards her in a fervent state, arms stretched out to shake Jihyo’s shoulders. He almost didn’t want to stop you, he enjoyed seeing you like this. The anger that could have matched his as he killed your boyfriend. But before he could delight in your rampage any further, he grabbed your waist, tearing your claws out of the woman. She looks at the both of you, panting as she readjusts her purse on her shoulder.

“Look. I just wanted to know. Someone messaged me that he was dead. If he is, well, I just felt like I should tell you. I’ve been seeing Kyungsoo for a year now,”

She purses her lips, a look of discomfort on her face. You stayed in his grasp, not saying a word. But he could feel your disgust, trust him. He knew that feeling all too well. He knew you wanted to rip her head off, and he would technically let you. But as you stay limp against his body, Baekhyun just keeps quiet. Keep a hold on you. Because that’s what he needs to do.

“He told me he was going to leave you. I have proof. I’m sorry.”

She starts to cry, and then she rushes down the steps. Baekhyun lets you go, watching as you begin to grasp your kitchen chair, stumbling. You sat down, raising a hand to your forehead, your eyes wide with despair. He closes your door and walks back to you, getting down on one knee. He places his hand on your leg, a sign of comfort. You come out of your daze and stare.

He stays in the position, “Are you… are you okay?”

You chuckled, a dead expression settles on your features.

“I just found out my boyfriend died. He was cheating on me for a year… yeah. I’m okay.”

He doesn’t know what to do right now, well, because he didn’t anticipate you reacting like this. Baekhyun can manipulate, talk his way out of things. Hell, act like he has emotions. But this… he couldn’t really relate to it. He knew he had to get Jihyo here so you could understand that he was better for you than Kyungsoo but, this was new territory. He didn’t have to go through the torture of finding out his lover was cheating. It would never get to that point with him. But something sparks inside of you, and Baekhyun definitely did not expect it.

You jump off the chair and run to the kitchen, bending down to pick up the knife. What the fuck were you doing, Y/N? You were not going to fucking do this, there was no way you would do this after everything he went through for you. He didn’t know you could be so… selfish.

He raises his hands in the air slowly, keeping his eyes locked on you. You stood there, knife in hand, shaking. You looked at him with your mesmerizing face, raising it over your neck.

“Y/N… please. Stop.” Baekhyun’s voice hitched, he could feel his heart drop.

“Baekhyun…” You give him a smile, something that reminds him like a farewell, “I’m sorry.”

Baekhyun see’s everything in slow motion, but his body is quick to remind him that it isn’t true. He leaps past the kitchen chair, ripping the knife that was way too close to slicing your angelic skin. He throws it on the ground in a frenzied state, watching as it crashed on the ground. He hastily turns his head back to look at you, who looks stunned. He can’t stop himself from gripping your arms, he tries not to be rough, but at this moment you just attempted to fucking kill yourself, taking you away from him. Of course he was pissed off.

He shakes you while he yells. “What the fuck is wrong with you? No, what the fuck is wrong with you? How can you do this to yourself? To me? You need to fucking live, Y/N. You can’t throw your life away because your boyfriend fucked you over. It happens, but guess what? You move on. You get past it. You learn to change, to shape yourself into a better person. Killing yourself…” He scoffs, spit flying on your face, “That’s the most selfish thing you could do.”

You don’t move from him. You’re distraught. “I-I’m sorry-”

Baekhyun doesn’t want to hear it. He has to get through to you.

“How can you do this to me…after my girlfriend committed suicide?”

He lets go of you, fronting a look of remorse and devastation. He hopes you fall for it, because it seemed like nothing was getting through that thick skull of yours. So he let’s the waterworks come out, the heaving and sobs play magically in your ears. And you just played into it… this mesmerizing, orchestrated recital he played for you. He was the star, but you would play the damsel in distress. The audience wanted to see the both of you together, rooted for you two. And who was Baekhyun to refuse a happy ending?

You looked at the ground, at the knife. Baekhyun wiped his eyes, his sobbing continuing. He slips down to the ground, his knees meeting the cold tile of the kitchen floor. And you, you dropped down as well. You crawled to him, a look of longing and pity. Baekhyun could play this moment in his head forever, the way you looked at him, that was the realization of love. As he slowly met his eyes with yours, you continued in your crawling position. Your two hands were placed in front of him, your legs matching the same placement as his knees, pressed against the floor.

“Baekhyun…” You whispered to him, your hand reaching his cheek. He leans into it, rubbing his skin against the palm of your hand. He closes his eyes and shakily speaks.

“Y/N… Please. Don’t do something like that, I-I wouldn’t be able to live with myse-”

You kissed him.

Holy fuck.

Was this happening?

It took him a moment to accept your invitation, but as soon as he smelled you, felt how soft your lips were on his- it was over. He groans as he feels you aggressively slide your body onto his lap. You’re wrapping your fingers in his hair, twisting and pulling on it. Baekhyun can’t really believe this, he can’t truly believe that he’s got you. He waited… what seemed like forever to have you. And now it was really fucking happening to him, he had you.

He wraps his arms around you, pulling you in as he slips his tongue into your mouth. He expertly wraps his tongue with yours, savoring the taste. You were sweet, and you liked it rough. You push him on the floor, his head hitting the tile hurt, but it didn’t matter. You were on top of him and he fucking loved it. You were so intoxicating. You start to grind yourself on him, and it was embarrassing to Baekhyun that he was so painfully hard for you already, but what can he say? You were the love of his life, he could get aroused just by looking at you. He uses his hand to place you steady, a string of moans coming from your mouth as he bites on your bottom lip, harsh enough to draw blood. He lets a guttural whine erupt from his throat, slapping your ass.

“Fuck…Baekhyun. Take me to the bedroom. Now.”

He couldn’t say no, although he wanted to fuck you right there, the thought of being able to see you sprawled out on the bed he would soon sleep with you in was more appealing.

“Get up.” He stood up, his breathing was staggered, and as he watched as you rose to meet him, you gave him a weak smile. You dragged him by his shirt, and he couldn’t help but smile. You were so hot, so in control of him.

As you bring him to your bedroom, he starts to unbuckle his belt. You turn around to kiss him again, more feverishly this time. You slap his hand away from his action and do it for him. He stares at you while you begin to get down on your knees for him, not breaking eye contact. He can cum, just from that alone. He takes off his shirt rapidly, throwing it on the ground while you shake his pants and boxers down.

His cock springs up, and your eyes looked at it like it was the most fucking beautiful thing in the world. You paused before wrapping your lips around him, and he let out a whine. He brought his right hand to caress your cheek, pinching the skin.

“Now, why’d you stop, huh?” He tried to sound stern but it came out needy.

You batter your lashes at him, “You’re just so…big.”

That boosted his confidence. He chuckled.

“Yeah? Afraid you can’t take it?”

You shake your head. “I-I can. I’ve never been with someone this big before. I’m kind of… Well I’ve only been with one person. I just want to please you.”

He can laugh. Instead he brings his finger to your lip, telling you to shut up.

“Trust me. You’ll be able to please me, Y/N. Now… let me see how my cock is going to stretch your pretty little lips. You want my huge cock to fuck your mouth?”

You blink, a little stunned at his request. But he knew. You would fucking do it. So as you begin to take him into your mouth, he resists the urge to just shove it completely down your throat. Your mouth was like ecstasy, Y/N. The way you sucked him off was perfect, and the way you looked at him with tears running down your eyes was making his cock even harder. You start to choke on him, and he smirks, using his hand to pick up your hair and grip it. He tugs gently, at first. Just to test the waters. But you quickly moan, giving him the okay. He yanks your hair back, taking you off of him completely. You look confused before he pushes his pulsating dick back in your mouth, you gurgling on his pre cum. He would use your hair to pull you back on and off his needy cock, watching as you were filled with him, a small groan as he hit the back of your throat. His greedy thoughts wanted more, more of you. So he roughly pulls your hair back once more, and you pop off of him, a string of cum traveling with you, dripping off your shiny lips.

He grabs your body and pushes you onto the bed, towering over you. He could feel the excitement he would get when he was about to kill someone, but this was different. His hunger for causing pain and death were replaced with the need to please and fuck you until you knew you were no one else’s but his. He could get used to this, this… insatiable desire for you.

“Can I… rip your fucking clothes off?”

You nod, just watching as he begins to literally rip them off. He brings his hands to either side of your shirt and tears it right in half. You whined, and Baekhyun felt his cock twitch. He moved down to your pants, again, tearing them in half. He removes himself from the bed and admires his craftsmanship, and his eyes don’t want to move from the enticing view before him. You had your thighs pushed together shyly, your eyes filled with lust and darkness. Your breasts were pushed up from your black bra, and your underwear…

“You like wearing lacy underwear, huh?” He traces his finger lightly over your clothed pussy, feeling how you shiver with just one swipe of his finger. He’s got you.

“I-I like how they l-look on me I guess.” He presses his left hand in between your legs to spread them apart, and you bite your lip. He smiles devilishly as you watch as he slowly goes down on you. He kisses your inner thighs first, tracing his tongue and then blowing on the wet skin, making you twitch. He eyes you as he bites down on the flesh, a moan playing beautifully to his ears.

Baekhyun uses his teeth to peel off your underwear, never breaking his eye contact with you. As he takes it clean off, he picks up the soaked garment with his hand. He looks at you, entranced, and then brings it to his nose. He wanted to smell this, for a while now. The scent that marked you as his. He created this, his touch made you this fucking wet for him, isn’t that the most sexiest thing? As he breathes you in, your sweet and desiring wetness for him, he closes his eyes, using his other hand to move your clit in slow, dragged out circles.

“Ah…Baekhyun. I want you.” You can barely speak, the words were short of a whisper.

He shakes his head as he smiles into your underwear, taking another breath in. He places them gently on the bed, returning his attention back onto you. You, that was trembling from the soft grace of his fingertips. He bit his lip, watching your pussy become drenched with your lubrication each second he massaged you.

“You don’t want to wait, hm, precious?” He leans on the bed this time, his knees on the ground as he places one hand on his chin, tilting it. Teasing you. He continues to rub your clit, but now it was exceedingly slow.

You position yourself on your elbows, blowing a tuft of hair from out of your face. You look frustrated, embarrassed… obsessed.

“How can I when you’re touching me like this?”

He frowns. “You can wait.”

“I don’t want to-”

He rises up and brings his left hand to grip your throat, taking you by surprise. A flash of fear shoots in your eyes, but as he loosens his hand, you begin to smile. Ah… that’s his girl.

“If you can be patient, I can promise that I’ll fuck you nice and good. Can you do that?”

His voice drips with impatience, a hypocritical statement. He wanted to fuck you so bad.

But you can sense that, so you smile back at him. You bring your hand to tighten his hold on your throat, a look of daringness spreading along those once submissive eyes.

“… What about you? You’re so hard for me right now. Don’t you want me to take care of that?”

Oh. Oh.

He flinches from your tone, the dominant side of him beginning to shrink. He doesn’t play the submissive role, in fact he hates it. But the way you’re looking at him right now, the way you said those words, he could feel his cock pulsating and begging to be inside of you. So he pauses his fingers that were still massaging your swollen clit. He licks his lips, watching his hand sprawled on your throat, letting your crotch grind against his.

“You can take control. If you want to.” He whispers. He kisses your neck, his tongue dancing down to your collarbone.

You sigh, your hands returning to it’s familiar place in his hair.

“Do you like that? Do you want to be my submissive… bitch?”

You were nervous, and he found that cute. But he liked how you called him a bitch. No one would ever dare to say such things to Baekhyun but he knew that’s what he was. He was entirely yours, your fucking slave. He would do anything for you, including being your toy.

He smiled as he ripped your bra off, putting his lips on your bare breasts. He swallowed your nipples in his mouth, sucking on them and moving his tongue around your areola. While his mouth was on one, he used his other to pinch the other. You squirmed, a high pitched groan emptying itself in the dark bedroom. He removes his lips from you, biting on your bud as he did. His cock was dripping pre cum, and it was getting to the point where it was painful.

“I…I’ll do whatever you say. I’m your fucking bitch, Y/N.”

Something changed once he said that, you eyed him curiously. This was probably something you never ventured into, the dominant role. But you could do it, he knew you could. You were confident and stubborn. You had the drive instilled in you, the power. So you grab him by his neck, and then swung him underneath you, making him gasp. His eyes widen as you smirk at him, tracing your finger from his neck to his toned stomach. You bring your head next to his ear, your lips grazing his lobe. He smiled as his eyes rolled back into his head.

“Then… I’m going to fuck you. How bad do you want me, Baekhyun?”

He opened his eyes. He doesn’t say anything, just nods his head. He couldn’t really think right now, because fuck, how can he? This was everything he only dreamed about. But that doesn’t satisfy you, so you slap his face. Hard.

You bite your lip, withdrawing your hand.

“W- was that too hard?”

Baekhyun. Baekhyun was livid. But he can’t get enough.

“No. Fuck no. Hit me harder. Please.”

You straddle him, your dripping pussy laying on his hard, throbbing pink cock. You giggle at first, nerves, and you bring your hand to slap him again. This was worse than the first time, but the sting left Baekhyun nearly coming. He had to reach down to his cock to calm himself down. As you rub the palm of your hand over where you slapped him, Baekhyun shuddered.

“Baekhyun… I want you to fill me with your cum. Can you be a good boy and do that?”

He didn’t know why that felt so nice to hear, someone actually recognizing that he was actually…good. Because he was, and so many people would come to the defense and say he wasn’t. But he knew that you knew that he was a good person. A good boy.

“Y-yes. If that’s what you want.”

It doesn’t take you any longer to reach your hand and grab his cock. You push it inside of your inviting heat, and Baekhyun had never fucked someone so tight before. He has to stop you from moving, a blush forming on his face as he looks at you apologetically.

“I’m sorry. I just- you’re so beautiful, Y/N. I can’t help it-”

You shake your head, slapping his hands away from your waist. You rise up and sink back down on him, taking all of him. Now that was the best feeling in the world. He watched as you bounced on his cock, sweat perspiring on your body, leaving it shiny and sleek. He nearly yells out your name, the sensation becoming too much. As he watched your mouth form into an ‘O’ shape, he could feel his dominant side beginning to come out again. He continues to stare at you riding him, but now he reaches up to grab your neck again. You stutter from the sudden loss of oxygen, your face starting to become red. But you smile.

“You… like choking, huh?” You pause with each word, sinking down on him faster.

He almost chokes. “I like seeing… fuck, you… flustered like that.”

You slam back on his cock, hard. “Can I choke you then?”

Ah… he didn’t know. He looks at you, not processing what you said. But you don’t give him a chance to, because now your small, tender hand is wrapped on his neck. You’re not too sure of it, Baekhyun can tell. But as you start to squeeze tighter, each moment your pussy swallows his huge dick, his vision starts to become dizzy. It was intoxicating, this feeling. You, having total control of his life, his breathing. His cock swells up, and he could feel the walls of your pussy tightening around him.

“I-I’m going to cum, Y/N.” He mumbles out, your hand tightening more now, his words struggling to get out.

“Yeah? Cum inside me, Baekhyun.”

“Fuck. Y/N… I-”

“Say you love me.”

He widens his eyes. What?

“Ah… what?” He grunts out, watching as you slam your body against his. He could feel himself about to release inside of you, but he needed to wait for that, he needed to hear that one more time.

“I said, say you love me.”

“I- I love you, Y/N. I love you so fucking much.”

You reach your climax, but Baekhyun didn’t miss what you yelled out, no. He watched you intensely as you rode your high on his cock, the sweet words spilling from your pretty lips.

“I love you, Baekhyun, fuck.”

Oh. You love him?

As Baekhyun cums, you let your hand disappear from his throat, dropping your naked body on top of his. You pant against his chest, letting him milk his cock inside of you. He twitches as you remove yourself from him once he finishes. He wraps his arm around you, not used to this feeling… the pure bliss. You hum gently, moving your finger from his chest to his stomach.

“That was probably the best sex I ever had.” You laugh as you prop yourself on your elbow, your hand pushed against your cheek while you beam at him.

He smiles back, weakly. “Uh, yeah. Me too. Can I just say that I’ve been wanting to say-”

You blush, shaking your head. “I’m sorry for saying that. I mean, I think I’m still confused about-”

Baekhyun firmly takes your hand and places it over his chest, his heart.

“Please don’t say anything. Don’t say you didn’t mean it.”

You don’t say anything. You look at him, confused.

Baekhyun knows what he has to say.

“I- I don’t think anyone knows me better than you do right now. You, you’re so beautiful, and caring. Loving? I don’t think anyone is better for me than you. I really, really, mean that. I know we just met, but I can do anything for you. I will do whatever you ask, I will protect you. I will take care of you. I will understand you. I… give me a chance. I know you want me too, Y/N.”

You’re shocked. Obviously. You didn’t expect the love of your life to just say this, but Baekhyun had to do it. He had to plant this seed in your head, let you know that there was someone out there that would do anything for you. Do the things that Kyungsoo didn't do. That’s how it starts. But that’s also how things will end for the both of you. He’ll never need anyone else.

“I- Wow. Baekhyun,” You let out a nervous chuckle, “That’s…a lot.”

He just offers you a smile.

“You don’t have to answer right away. But… I can be here for you. I can stay and help you clean. I can even cook for you. I’m not the best, but when I was getting over the death of my girlfriend I found eating to be at the bottom of my list. Trust me, I know.”

You sighed as you flopped on your bed. You started to twist your hair around on your finger.

“Can I tell you something? And you can’t think I’m crazy.”

Baekhyun plays along. He shines as he looks at you, grabbing a strand of your hair and putting it to his nose. You give him a look, shyly. You huff as you look at your ceiling, a smile creeping on your features.

“Is it bad that I want to kill that girl? Like legit. I want to fucking kill her.”

No, not at all.

“What? Nah.” Baekhyun laughs, to which you look at him interestingly.

“You don’t think… it’s fucking crazy of me to say I want to kill someone?”

He pauses. “I mean… It makes sense. She’s a whore.”

You frown. “I don’t think she’s a whore but…” She looks at him, a light in her eyes, “People like that don’t deserve to be happy.”

Baekhyun likes this side of you. “Do you… do you mean this seriously?”

“I don’t know. Maybe.” You shake your head as you laugh into his shoulder.

“I just feel so angry right now. But, for some reason you calm me down. You just have something… I never had Kyungsoo. You’re different.”

“Well… I would never cheat on you. I’m much more understanding and open about things.”

She scoffs. “That’s what he said too.”

Baekhyun takes that to heart. He grimaces. “Don’t compare me to him. He’s fucking shit.”

You peer at him. “Are you…jealous? Of my dead boyfriend?”

"..."

“Oh my god… you’re totally jealous of my dead fucking boyfriend.”

He gets up and sits on the edge of the bed. Y/N, please don’t piss him off right now. Things were going so smoothly, he didn't want to do something he might regret.

“I’m not jealous, Y/N. I think you’re not in the right headspace right now. Maybe I should leave.”

You suddenly perk up at that, crawling over on the bed and gripping his arm. You move your hand to reach his chin, turning it so you’re facing her.

“Don’t leave. Please. I’m sorry.”

He smirks. “Yeah? Why not? I’m jealous over your dead boyfriend.”

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean it. You’re not jealous. I… I want you here.”

“Sweetheart… Are you sure you want me here?”

She nods furiously. “Yes.”

Baekhyun has you, he just needs to twist the knife in a little deeper.

“Then can you do something for me?”

“Anything. I- I don’t want to be alone.”

So easily manipulated. “Can we play pretend?”

You quirk your head to the side. “Pretend? What are we, 2?”

He smiles as he shakes his head. “Like when you said you love me.”

“Oh.”

“Yeah.”

You purse your lips. “Like the whole… dominant thing?”

“Well… that too. But I want you to say you love me. I think it’s endearing. I think you like saying it too. It brings me some kind of comfort…knowing that we both lost someone close to us. We’re kind of connected, right? I think saying we love each other will ease some of that pain.”

“I…I don’t know.”

He sighs as he gets up, pretending he’s going to pick up his shirt from off the ground. You scramble towards him, putting a hand on his arm. He hides the look of excitement that gave him, then turned his head around to give you a stern look.

“...Okay. We can do that. Just… don’t leave me.”

He puckers his lips out as he gives you a somber look.

“Y/N. Let’s get one thing straight. I will never leave you. Okay?”

“Okay.”

-

You played the role a little too well, Y/N. It’s only been a week but Baekhyun has pretty much made his place in your apartment. You didn’t leave much, letting him know that your boss didn’t want you back at work because of the incident. He can’t complain about that, now he got to see you everyday, fuck you, and hear that you loved him. But what was more interesting to him was the fact that slowly, day by day, he could start to see something different about you, something that reminded him of himself. The obsession.

As he arrives back to your apartment with fresh groceries, you rise from the couch in your living room and beam at him. He really loves this, you, waiting for him and practically pouncing on him like a puppy. It was cute, endearing. You were realizing that you truly did love him. He could feel it.

“Baekhyun, I missed you.”

He places the bags on the kitchen table before he smiles and grabs your waist. He pulls you in and places a kiss on your lips, feeling you smirk against him. He pulls back.

“Yeah? I was only gone for 20 minutes. Say, can you tell me those words I want to hear?”

You stutter before you reply. “I-I love you.”

“Say it again. Like you believe it. C’mon.” He puts his finger on your chin.

“I love you.”

“I love you…?” He stares, waiting for you to say it correctly.

“I love you, Baekhyun.”

“That’s my girl.”

You blush, biting your lip. He peels himself away from you, rummaging through the bags. He takes out some of the vegetables and opens the fridge behind him. You help him out, taking the other things that he bought and handing them to him. He liked your neediness to do things for him, make things easier. But you didn’t have to, he enjoyed taking care of you. Besides, you’re going through a very difficult time right now.

You sit down on the chair in front of the dining room table as he closes the fridge and turns around. You tap your finger on it, motioning him to sit down with you as well. He obliges.

“So… I think we should talk.” You smile.

He pushes his hair back, chuckling.

“About what?”

You looked nervous. Why? “I- well my boss called me and asked if I wanted to test things out. Like, just help keep my mind off things. He finally fucking budged, can you believe it?”

No, he didn’t want to believe it, nor accept it.

“Are you sure you should go back? It’s only been a week, Y/N.”

He rolls his eyes as he looks at his hands, not wanting to make eye contact with you. He could feel you burning a stare into him, but he didn’t care. You didn’t want to spend time with him anymore, it was really fucking apparent. Why now? When things were starting to go good?

“I mean I thought you’d be happy. I’ve been stuck in the house and you’ve been doing so much for me. Don’t you have to work? I mean, you have a place of your own, don’t you?”

He scoffs. “So what you’re saying is that you don’t want me here anymore?”

You shake your head, grabbing his hand. “No. That’s not what I’m saying. I just think I should try. You shouldn’t take it like I’m trying to kick you out. I do want you here.”

“Doesn’t sound like you do. I’ll just get my things.”

He rises from his chair and heads to the bedroom, listening as you struggle with your words. He goes to pick up some clothes from the pile that was made in the corner of your room but you stop him. He turns around and raises his eyebrow.

“Baekhyun, you don’t have to go. You…you can stay here if you want.”

He drops his shirt back on the floor. He crosses his arms together.

“You know, I don’t want to be used. I love you, Y/N.”

You drop your hand from his side, and he instantly misses your touch. He almost stumbles on his words, but you interrupt him.

“That’s another thing. You don’t love me. I…I know we’ve been saying it for a week now and everything. But, don’t you think it’s too much? I can’t say it doesn’t feel nice, because it does. But… we don’t love each other.”

He stares boringly into your eyes. This was not what he wanted to hear. He turns his back on you, furiously grabbing the clothes once more. As he bundles all of them up, he goes into the living room, searching for his backpack. He can hear you running behind him, letting out nervous squeaks.

“Baek…Baekhyun! Stop!”

He whisks his body around, he knows he’s crying, but this time… he really means it.

“I can’t believe you. You’ve just been using me this entire fucking time for your own beneift. How dare you. I let myself be open with you, with everything. And you have the audacity to say that… it’s nice to hear that I love you? It’s just something that feeds into your emptiness, right? Man, I can’t fucking believe you. To think,” He scoffs as he feels a tear run down his face, “I wanted to be with you. Fuck this.”

You don’t say anything for a moment, you just take in Baekhyun’s emotional state and trip over your words, speaking gibberish.

“P-please, L-listen to m-”

He throws the clothes on the ground, his teeth gritting together, his hands forming into fists.

“What?” He hisses out.

“I love you. I love you so fucking much. Please, stay here. I really do love you. You can live here with… with me! That’s how bad I want you. Believe me, please.”

He smiles as he shakes his head. He gets up in your face, your noses touching.

“I don’t believe you.”

You’re crying now as well. You bring your hands to his face and kiss him. It was a desperate kiss, a needy one. He could feel the emotions that were laced in your tongue as you pushed it into his mouth. He almost falls for it, almost. He pushes you away, instantaneously regretting it.

He wipes his mouth with his hand as he watches you, a look of submissiveness.

“Come on. Convince me. Tell me you need me.”

“I need you, Baekhyun.”

“Do you need anyone else?”

You hesitate. “...No.”

He taps his foot. “Why did you hesitate?”

You bite your lip, your thighs begin to rub against each other.

“I’ve never been so vulnerable before.”

He feels himself soften. He darts his eyes from you to the pile of clothes.

“Convince me.”

You huff as you put on a straight face.

“I… I don’t need anyone else but you. You were the one who helped me throughout all of this. I should be treating you better. You’ve been there for me through the hardest part of my life, and I should be more grateful for you. I really want you here, Baekhyun. I’ll do anything. Just…please. I’ve never felt this way before, it’s hard for me to admit that I depend so much on someone.”

He smiles. “You’ll do anything, did I hear that correctly?” He takes a seat on the couch, spreading his legs open and resting his arms on top of the sofa arms. He licks his lips.

You inhaled. “Yes.”

He eyes you up and down, his leg begins to bounce lightly.

“I want you to sit on my lap, then you’ll listen to what I have to say. Come here, princess.”

You hurry over, not waiting another second. You swing your legs around his waist, your arms wrapping around his neck. You have adoration in your eyes, he notices it without a doubt. He just smirks as he brings one hand down from the sofa arm and traces it down your neck.

“I want you… all to myself. I want you to be mine. I know we both just got out of…relationships. I know it can be hard to jump into one so quickly, but I think we're good for each other. We’ll fix one another. So,” He lands a peck on your cheek, “I want you to be my girlfriend. What do you think?”

He can feel you trembling. You speak softly, quietly.

“Okay. Okay, Baekhyun.”

He hums, his cheeks hurting from smiling so much.

“Can I ask you something?”

You lay your head on his chest, rubbing his arms.

“Of course.”

“You know I would do anything for you, right?”

You nod your head against him.

“So let’s say…hypothetically. If you want that cunt gone, maybe I can be the one who does it.”

That piqued your interest. You look at him abruptly. “Jihyo? Kyungsoo’s girlfriend?”

He nods. He can see an alarm ringing through your head. But he can also see something else.

“What do you think about that, sweetheart?” He opens his mouth in awe, grabbing your face in his hands. He squeezes your face, your cheeks puffing up. You look at him bewildered.

“I…You’re saying you’ll kill someone. You do know I work for the police, right?” Your body language is saying you’re uncomfortable, but the way you said that… It was almost hopeful. Hopeful that what you just heard was him being truthful. Hypothetically, of course.

“Honey, there’s so much you don’t know about the people you work for. Besides, I just said hypothetically. Now why are you so excited about this? I can see it in your face. You want her dead. I believe you told me that yourself. Don’t be self righteous, it doesn’t suit you.”

“I’m not being self righteous. I just… What do you mean by that? You saying the people I work for… I don’t know them?” You pout.

“You know… I could tell you. But I don’t think you should know. All I’ll say is that you shouldn’t trust them. Especially that… What's his name?” He taps his finger on his lip, pretending to think.

You wrap your legs around his waist as you frown.

“Is it a co-worker of mine?”

“Hm…maybe. Starts with an S? Can’t remember his name.” He should have been an actor.

You widen your eyes.

“Sehun?”

“Oh yeah. Sehun.”

You suddenly stand up, almost falling off the couch. You hold your head in your hands, Baekhyun assuming a million thoughts running through it. He has to fight the urge to smirk. But what you say next changes his entire mood.

“Oh my god. My coffee.”

Your coffee?

“Um…what do you mean, ‘your coffee’?”

You look at him, pointing your finger.

“I think he fucking drugs me.”

He fucking what? Baekhyun looks at you dangerously, standing up as well. He furrowed his eyebrows together as he tries to understand, what the fuck did Sehun do to you?

You fumble as you move your hands around, pacing back and forth.

“I-I told him that I have trouble staying awake. I didn’t drink coffee back then because I don’t like how I feel afterwards. I always felt drained out after a couple of hours. But after one time that I spoke with him about my sleeping problems, the next morning he told me that he bought a new brand of coffee beans. Said that they were imported from some country. He told me to try it, and even though I didn’t want to… I did. After that, I was able to stay awake for fucking hours. That’s why I stay at work so late. Oh my god… he fucking drugs me?”

Baekhyun couldn't believe it. He knew that the bastard pulled a similar move like this in college, but still? He knew what he had to do. But he can’t exactly say it… wait. Can he?

“Listen, you’re making a big accusation here.”

You stop your fidgeting and look him dead in the eye.

“We also went to bars together. Baekhyun. Everytime we go out I black out. I have no recollection of taking myself home. Kyungsoo would always say that he was at working night shifts, so he assumed Sehun would always bring me back safely. But… holy shit. This all makes sense now.”

He’s not moving. “What makes sense?”

“Kyungsoo probably told him to do that to me. Don’t you fucking see? He would have Jihyo over or something. Maybe he was with her the nights Sehun would take me home, when I was blacked out. They fucking did that to me. They planned it. Every. Single. Time.”

You collapse to the ground, sobbing. Baekhyun swoops down to you, holding you in his grasp. If anyone could see him at this moment, they would be convinced that he belonged in a mental hospital. The feeling of bloodthirsty fury that contained him was too much, and here he thought he was actually getting a little better with controlling himself. He rubs your back, but you pull back. He looks at you, but he can’t tell who you are anymore. You look…crazy.

You hiccup before you blandly smile.

“I want to kill them.”

“What?” Baekhyun reeled back.

“You…you said you’d do anything for me, right?”

“Yes.”

“Then, I want to kill them. I want to kill that bitch Jihyo and that cunt Sehun.”

Did he really have to get a hard on at this moment?

He nervously chuckles as he brings his hand to readjust his tightening pants.

“I mean, I can do it. I’ll do it for you, Y/N. But you can’t take this back. Once it’s done-”

“No. I want to do it.”

Baekhyun retracted his hand from you, startled from your forwardness.

“You want to kill people. Am I hearing this?”

You nod.

“Ah…well. Okay.”

You glance off, devoid of any emotion.

“I want you to come with me. Do it with me. I won’t be able to deal with Sehun on my own.”

“Of course.”

And that was the end of the discussion. Baekhyun watched as you walked away to the bedroom, heading straight to the shower. He has to think about everything that just went down, process it. You, innocent police officer, you, were ready and set to plan murder. But he also realized that you finally have come to terms with your feelings for him. That was something to be celebrated. So he decided to go to his apartment and grab some things, maybe start packing. You did say he could move in. There was no way that he would let that skip past him. He walked into the bathroom, letting you know that he was going to do just that.

You were starting up a shower, letting your hand splash underneath the water. Your back was turned to him, hunched over. He smiles as he places a hand on your shoulder and then pressed his lips to the top of your head. If this is what you wanted Y/N, he would make it happen.

“I’m going to pack some things. I’ll be back in an hour or so. Are you going to be okay?”

You continue to stare at the stream of water coming from the silver showerhead.

“Yes. I’ll be okay.”

He stifled a light laugh and started to head out. But you call for him.

“Baekhyun?”

He turns around, a side smile placed.

“Yes?”

He could shiver at the sight of you, the look of a psychopath, but it shifted not a second later.

“Tell me you love me. Tell me that I’m not going crazy.”

He sighs. He comes to you as you sit on the toilet seat, your eyes set with worry. He crouches as he cocked his head to one side.

“I love you. You’re not going crazy. You’re finally understanding how to deal with things.”

Your frown twitches to a smile, your body shaking as you look back at the water.

“Okay. I love you. Be safe.”

“When I get back I expect you to be naked on the bed for me. Got it?”

He doesn’t wait for a response, just heads to the door. As he settles into his car, starting it up, he could feel that excitement he got when he planned the murder for Kyungsoo. This was going to be so, so, good.

-

Chanyeol’s POV

“Junmyeon, do you have any updates on the burglary?” Chanyeol shifted his weight on the chair he sat on, frustrated with the itch he had in his throat.

He hasn’t been doing much lately, that was the beauty of the job. Being in a higher position for the police, he was able to control his schedule and pick and choose what he wanted to get involved with. He had a trustworthy team of people he could count on, so he didn’t fret too much if they made decisions on their own. It was both a luxury and a curse. On one hand, he gets paid a pretty penny for hardly doing anything, but on the other, he's constantly bored.

Maybe that’s why he indulges with Baekhyun so much.

He shakes his head, trying to listen to what his subordinate is saying. He decided to come down to Yeongdo-gu’s police station just to see how things were going. Plus, he was close friends with Junmyeon and Sehun. They all went to the same police academy.

Junmyeon eyed him from across his desk.

“We already got the guy. Just checked the cameras in the area and was able to ID him quickly.”

Chanyeol yawned as he looked off to the view of the city.

“That’s good.”

His friend laughed light heartedly as he leaned back into his chair.

“Chanyeol. I know it’s so hard being the Assistant Deputy but can you at least pretend that you like your job? I think this is the 5th time you’ve come down here this month.”

Chanyeol flashes him a grin as he kicks his feet on his desk. Junmyeon sneers.

“There’s nothing really to do. Besides, I’m coming in to make sure you’re doing your job.”

“That reminds me of something actually. How do you know…Baekhyun?”

The tall man freezes, his blood turning cold.

“Why do you ask?”

Junmyeon shrugs.

“He’s quite strange, isn’t he? Charming, but strange. One of my workers has become quite acquainted with him from what Sehun has been telling me. I just want to make sure he’s a good guy is all. Y/N is her name. I assume since you’re friends with the guy maybe he’s brought her up to you? She just… Fuck. She just lost her boyfriend. He died in a car crash. Poor guy was flesh and bones when we got there. Our only eye witness was his friend, who managed to get a good look at him before the flames swallowed him up.”

He pauses after, his dark eye circles have been getting worse since the last time Chanyeol had seen him. His skin lacked color, he was drained. Depressed. He assumes that it’s because of this…Y/N.

“Baekhyun has been my friend since we were kids. He’s a…good guy. Not sure how it correlates with you doing your job but, all power to ya.”

He fidgets with his hands, not daring to make eye contact with the man. If he had any suspicions about his best friend, there was no doubt that he would confront him in not telling him the truth. The truth that his fucking pal was a murderer. He couldn’t betray him like that. But again, Chanyeol is a terrible liar under pressure. He had to get out of there as soon as he could.

“Just wanted to check. I was thinking of letting her come back to work. I can’t imagine how she’s doing alone at her apartment. They lived together, you know? 5 years, I think? She loved him.”

Guilt. Chanyeol had no idea what Baekhyun has done, but he knows that Y/N’s boyfriend didn’t die from an unplanned car crash. He was most definitely behind it. He sighs as he stands up.

“That’s probably a good idea. Listen, I have to go but we should grab some drinks. On me.”

Junmyeon smiles as he gets up, walking Chanyeol out.

“Sounds like a plan. Oh, Sehun said he wanted to talk to you. He should be in his cubicle.”

Chanyeol gives him a hug before he leaves his office, peering out into the work space. He spots Sehun with his head down on his desk, his arms sprawled out on either side of him. He chuckles as he approaches, flicking his finger on his head. The younger man whips his head up, flashing a deadly look.

“Hey! I was sleeping.”

“You shouldn’t be sleeping on the job, S.”

Sehun becomes alarmed for a moment, sitting up straight in his chair.

“D-don’t call me that. I don’t like it.”

Chanyeol leans on the wall inside his cubicle as he smirks.

“You wanted to talk to me, Oh Sehun?”

He gulps. His black hair was in disarray, his dark circles matched Junmyeon. He looks around.

“Let’s talk outside. I need a smoke anyway.”

-

“I didn’t do anything. I just watched. But I can’t help but feel horrible.”

Chanyeol lights up his cigarette as well, taking a big puff before he looks off at the trees planted in front of the police station. Oh, Baekhyun. What was he going to do with you. He knew he should turn you in, get you on fucking death row. He deserved to rot, to die a painful death. But Chanyeol wasn’t like that. He couldn’t turn his back on him. He’s gotten himself into this mess, he won’t just stop halfway through and say fuck it. He was like a brother to him. Maybe he should get him in touch with his therapist.

“Maybe he should see a therapist.” Chanyeol mimics his thoughts out loud.

Sehun scoffs, taking another hit while he shakes his head at the ground.

“Therapy? Chanyeol, he needs to fucking be in prison. I’ll never understand why you defend that piece of shit. He causes nothing but trouble, and he only gets away with it because of you.”

Chanyeol turns to face him, flicking his cigarette on the ground. He stomps it out with his shoe.

“Yeah? What are you going to do about it, Sehun? Tell on him? I would be the one you would have to speak to. And I know you won’t do shit. Not as long as you have that fucking gambling problem. Plus, you’re an accessory to murder. Just lay low, don’t say anything. Don’t make this any harder than it has to be.”

He nudges Sehun’s chin, walking past him. Sehun steps towards him, and Chanyeol turns around.

“I… I’ve done some bad things, Chan. Not just helping Baekhyun.”

The Deputy frowns.

“What do you mean?”

Sehun hurriedly finishes his smoke, copying Chanyeol by throwing it on the ground. He scrunched his eyebrows together, and he could see the boy’s lips starting to quiver.

“Baekhyun knows about my past. The mistake I made. How the fuck does he know?”

“What mistake, S?”

Sehun rushes up to him, grabbing the collar of his white button down shirt. His eyes are forming tears, the red veins in the whites of them vibrant.

“Don’t call me S.”

Chanyeol pushes him off, anger rising in him.

“Okay. What mistake, Sehun?”

“I’ve been drugging her. Y/N.”

Woah. Chanyeol didn’t know anything about this. So he didn’t understand how Baekhyun would know about it either. Maybe he didn’t know him as well as he thought. Looks like the guy does some serious research about the people he gets to do his dirty work.

“Why the fuck have you been drugging some woman? Have you… did you?”

He doesn’t even want to say it.

Sehun shakes his head as he sobs.

“Of course not. At first I just wanted to help her. She’s my friend. A close friend. She complained about not being able to sleep. So I put Modafinil in her coffee. It only keeps her awake. But… then her boyfriend came to me. Said he was seeing someone else. He didn’t want her to find out about it. Kyungsoo told me to do it. He said to drug her whenever we went out to drink. I didn’t want to do it, Chanyeol. You have to believe me.”

Chanyeol stands there shocked. Sehun was one of the most loyal people he’s ever met. He doesn’t like bending the laws and using them as an advantage against others. Why?

“Then why did you do it?”

Sehun sighs as he leans against a wall.

“Why do you think, Chan? He paid me a grand everytime.”

“So you go against your morals and drug your ‘friend’? What the actual fuck, Sehun?”

Sehun stares into nothing.

“But now. Now Baekhyun is with her. He’s fucking obsessed, you have no idea. He fucking killed her boyfriend. I can’t let her get killed. You know how he is, he’ll fucking slit her throat and throw her into the fucking trash if she does something wrong. She can’t die, Chanyeol.”

Chanyeol rubs the temple of his forehead as he picks through his brain. Baekhyun would kill her.

“Okay. Let me talk to him. I’ll figure this out. For the meantime, you have to hide out somewhere. If Baekhyun finds out what you did?” He groans. Sehun would be a dead man walking.

“He’ll kill me. I know.”

Chanyeol gave no answer. He simply started to walk back to his car.

“Chanyeol!”

He turns around, the second time today. He swallowed as he looked at his friend.

“You’ll kill him if you have to…right? If he tries to kill me?”

He stiffened. He opens his mouth, but nothing comes out. So he nods. A lie.

Sehun surveyed him for a moment before he shook his head. He headed back inside.

As Chanyeol hopped inside his car, he took a deep breath. He pulled out his phone and went through his call list. He scrolled until he reached the name. His finger shook as he slowly pressed down on the highlighted contact. He didn’t want to do this. Not in the slightest.

“...Hello?”

Chanyeol smiles, but maybe he was just trying to fool himself that he liked hearing his best friend’s voice.

“Hey. Any chance I can talk to you? In person?”

“Ah, I’m in the process of moving some things out of my place. But you can meet me at my girlfriend’s apartment. You can meet her! Chanyeol she’s amazing, I’ve never met anyone-”

“...Like her before. Yeah, I know. Listen, you can’t do anything to her Baekhyun. She has people that care about her, and would notice if she disappears. Do you understand?”

“...Chanyeol. I’m not going to do anything. Why the fuck do you want to talk to me?”

He lets out a dragged out groan. “Dude. You realize you do this every single time-”

“She’s different. I love her. I’m  fucking wrapped around her finger. I don’t even care if she has stains on her shirt. I’m a changed man, Chan. She helps me.”

Chanyeol knew his best friend. But if he was hearing him correctly, which he didn’t think he was, this was different for him. He killed most of his ex’s because of their small mistakes. Things like…ripped blouses. Or their lipstick, remnants of coke on their fucking lip. But stains? Baekhyun wasn’t just a clean freak, he was an obsessive serial killer. He paid close attention to small details like that, and when those two things meet, he makes sure that it never crosses his sight again.

“That’s actually…a good sign.”

“Exactly. I’ll text you the address.”

The phone call ended there, leaving Chanyeol to bask in the quietness of his car. Maybe Baekhyun was changing. And if he was, then this would mean the burden of keeping quiet for him would be nothing but a horrible memory. So the man actually, honestly, smiled to himself as he started his way over to his best friend’s girlfriend’s apartment.

“Fuck me, man.” He laughed.

-

Y/N’s POV

Baekhyun.

Baekhyun.

Baekhyun.

That was all you could think about. You didn’t know how you got to this point. This sad, low point. However, at the same time, you couldn’t care less. As a police officer, you were trained to understand manipulation. You went to the police academy, studied your ass off to know the signs of an actual psychopath. In the back of your head you can feel yourself trying to crawl out of the dark abyss. But here’s the thing. You didn’t want her to come back. You loved the attention he gave you. The longing stares, watching your every movement. Even his cooking, although it didn’t match Kyungsoo’s skills, it would have to do. Baekhyun was right. He was good for you. Maybe this is what you needed; someone to take care of you. Someone who only wants you and only you. Someone who would…kill for you.

You look at yourself in the foggy mirror in your bathroom, drying your hair with your light pink towel. For some reason you looked different. Now, it could be because you lost weight, but there was a different aura to you. Confident yet introverted. You wipe your hand over your blurry reflection to get a better look.

You knew what it was. The difference.

It was the effect of actually being loved.

You didn’t know if you loved Baekhyun. You couldn’t just fall in love with someone in less than a week. Not after spending 5 years with someone. But then again, if the love of your life could fall out of love with you and not even give you any signs that they did, maybe it was…possible. All you knew was that you didn’t like being alone. And maybe it was solely because you were afraid of what you’d do to yourself if you were. You liked how Baekhyun looked after you and made sure you were okay. But maybe that’s all it was. You enjoyed his company. What’s wrong with that?

“But I can’t tell him that.” You whisper to yourself.

Because if you told him that, you didn’t know what he would do. You knew you shouldn’t have agreed to all of this. The moving in, having him stay with you for a fucking week. But the more time you spent with him, the more you felt yourself falling for him. He was dominant, oozing it. Tell you what to do, what to eat, what to say. Kyungsoo was never like that for you, simply let you do whatever you wanted. Maybe you needed this. The comfort and stability.

You sigh as you make your way to the bedroom. You pick out some comfortable clothes and put them on, jumping under the covers of your bed. You pick up your phone that you left charging on your nightstand, your heart skipping a beat when you see missed texts and calls from Baekhyun.

sorry i’m taking so long.

i’m hungry. should i just get us something to eat?

i’ll just get us something.

hey.

answer me.

y/n.

i swear to fucking god, if you don’t pick up the phone.

sorry for getting mad. my friend is coming over so make sure you’re presentable. i can fuck you later on tonight. i’ll make sure you won’t be able to walk for days.

And 15 missed calls.

You liked the attention. You weren’t the conceited type but he certainly makes you think you are. You never thought too much about your looks, but the way he adored you, worshiped you, well it had you thinking that maybe you did have something about you. Baekhyun was everything to you. You call him back, waiting impatiently as the line rang.

“B-Baekhyun?”

“Sweetheart. Why didn’t you message me back?”

“I was in the shower, I’m sorry.” You bite your lip nervously.

“It’s okay. Just keep your phone with you so you can hear when I’m texting or calling.”

“Okay. I’m sorry.”

“Stop saying sorry. You’re presentable, right?”

You peer down at your outfit. Just one of his shirts and a pair of sweats.

“Yeah. I’m wearing your shirt and my pink sweats.”

“Mmm. I like it when you wear my things. Listen, I’ll be there in a minute. I’m turning the corner.”

He hangs up abruptly. You jump out of bed, little squeaks escaping your mouth excitedly. You stand before the door, and when you can’t take it any longer, you swing it open. You look down your staircase, Baekhyun beaming at you while he carries two boxes. You hurry down and take one of them out of his grasp and lead him back into your home.

He heaves the other inside, placing it on the table. He puts his hands on his hips and smiles.

“I missed you.”

You put your box down and jump into his arms. You rub your face into the crook of his neck.

“I missed you more.”

“Am I interrupting something?”

You gasp, removing yourself from your…boyfriend. You see a tall man with dark brown hair standing in your doorway. He had kind eyes, a dimpled smile placed on his features. His aegyo sal was cute. He stepped inside as Baekhyun peels away from you, grinning towards him. He pulls him in for a hug, slapping his back harshly. You just stand there and smile, putting your hair behind your ear awkwardly.

“Chanyeol! It’s been a while.”

Chanyeol nods. “Definitely man. So who’s the pretty lady?”

He motions over to you, waving. You bow slightly before you approach him and stretch out your hand. “My name is Y/N. It’s nice to meet you.”

He shakes it warmly, looking between you and Baekhyun. Your boyfriend eyes it carefully, and you feel a twinge of fear for a second. He suddenly stands in between you two, removing the connection. He laughs as he puts his hand around the man’s waist, leading him to the living room. You tiptoe over to your door to close it. As you turn around, you see the two men talking with each other on the couch.

You don’t want to intrude just yet, so you head over to the kitchen to pull out some beers. As you open the fridge, you try to zone in on the conversation they’re having, curious since they were speaking at such a low volume. You began to pour the beers into some cups, watching as the foam started to rise to the top.

“...Sehun told me everything. I just need you to promise me that you won’t do anything.”

“Aw, Chanyeol. Looking out for your friends? That’s sweet. I love that about you.”

“Don’t fuck around man. I fucking mean it. Don’t do anything to him.”

The sound of his name does something to you, and the proposition you had made earlier resonates in your head. You want to kill him. And you still did. You don’t know when this side of you came out, but honestly, it only made sense. Plus, Baekhyun made you feel okay about the idea, and that brought even more confirmation to the plan. If he was okay with it, then… It's okay. Right?

You stand back in surprise as you hear a bottle break on the kitchen floor. How did you not notice that it slipped from your grasp? You feel the liquid pouring on your feet, the familiarity of when you did the same thing when you read that letter for the first time.

“Y/N? Are you okay?” You hear Baekhyun running behind you, you erase the frown on your face and replace it with a nervous smile.

“I’m fine.” You see Chanyeol standing from his seat, a worried expression on his face from your living room.

You don’t know why you did it, but you just felt the need to. You push past Baekhyun, who looks at you confused, and storm to the stranger that stood in your home. You do your best to project your feelings, the anger, the brokenness, the pain. Chanyeol backs up a little as you get in his personal space, your mouth tightened in a straight line before it opens up.

“I want him dead. I’ll kill that fucking cunt myself. If you do something to stop me, I won’t hesitate to do the same thing to you.”

Silence.

Baekhyun laughs loudly, slapping his hand on his knee before he walks over. His face was bright red as he stood behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist and fitting his head into the crook of your neck. You lean into him, smiling at Chanyeol, who looked shocked.

“I told you, she’s different.” Baekhyun whispers against your skin. He kisses your neck, and you accidentally let a subtle moan slip out.

Chanyeol stares in disbelief. “You… Fucking shit. What did you do to her, Baekhyun?”

You blink. “He didn’t do anything to me, you fucking pussy. You don’t know what Sehun did to me, you have no reason to be angry at me or my boyfriend.”

Baekhyun just watches. You hope he’s enjoying this, maybe he’ll praise you later on for this.

“I actually do know. Sehun…yeah. He’s a horrible person for what he did. He should be locked up. But killing him isn’t the answer, Y/N. Holy shit. I can’t believe this is happening.”

He stares numbly at the carpet, plopping his body back onto the couch.

You think that maybe you shouldn’t have said anything. You realize as Baekhyun continues to kiss down your neck… this guy. He was the fucking Deputy. You reach your hand to grip your boyfriend’s thigh, stopping him from his actions. He tilts his head to look at you, his lips pouting.

“What is it?” He asks sweetly.

“This man… this is your friend? You’re friends with the Deputy?!”

Chanyeol scowls at you. “Sadly.”

Now it was Baekhyun’s turn to be shocked. He jumps onto the couch, one arm around the man’s shoulder while his other hand grips his chin roughly. He swings his face around until Chanyeol pushes him off with disgust.

“C’mon. Don’t be such a downer. You love being my friend. You’re like my brother, Chan.”

You just told the fucking Deputy that you wanted to kill someone. Why was Baekhyun acting so nonchalantly? Does he not realize that you could be taken in for questioning? For planning a fucking, god damn murder?

Instead, the tall man does something you don’t expect.

“I’m not going to help you with this if you decide to do it, Baekhyun. You’ll have to clean up this mess yourself. No way am I getting involved.”

“Excuse me… I just told you I want to murder this guy. You’re not even the slightest concerned about that?” You mutter out.

He turns his attention on you, grimacing. “I’ve done worse.”

You gape at Baekhyun, he smiles back at you. Maybe you didn’t know anything about the people you worked with, much less the ones you worked for. But with the subtle confirmation you got from the fucking Deputy, you start to realize that maybe you weren’t going crazy. Maybe Baekhyun was right, you were understanding how to deal with things. In a crazy, serial killer kind of way.

“T-then I’m assuming you won’t say anything about this.” You stutter.

Chanyeol rolls his eyes. “You guys are going to hell, you do know that right?”

Baekhyun laughed. “I’ll deal with it when the time comes. How about we order some takeout and watch a movie, huh? Let me change out of my clothes.”

He happily gets up from his seat and kisses your cheek faintly before he walks past you into the bedroom. You stand there, Chanyeol not breaking his eyes from yours.

“Y/N. I don’t know you. But I know this isn’t you. Sehun is your friend.” He says brokenly.

You snap out of your dead state and speak.

“I don’t know who I am anymore, really.”

You step towards him, ducking your body so your face lays inches from his.

“But if I have Baekhyun, I’ll be okay.”

-

Y/N’s POV

“Kyungsoo? I’m home!” You walk into your apartment and lug your purse and documents onto the kitchen table.

Your boyfriend peeks his head out from the fridge, pulling out some alcohol for the two of you. You smile at the sweet gesture, placing your lips on top of his. He pulls back and grins at you, then tapping your nose with his finger.

“How was work?” He takes a seat at the table, placing the cold bottles on top of it as well.

The two of you made the tiny apartment work, you moved in with each other a year ago. It had character, you went for more bright and eccentric pieces while Kyungsoo… well he preferred a minimalist feel. So your home contained both elements, and the couple would endlessly hear how terrible it looked. You would laugh, because well, it truly captured your relationship. You, being the more outgoing, confident one. Kyungsoo was the reserved type, and didn't have a lot of ‘color’ to his personality. But you didn’t mind that, in fact, it’s what drew you to him in the first place.

You sigh as you shrug off your blazer, pulling out a chair opposite of your partner. Kyungsoo has been a part of your life for 5 years; you started dating your senior year of high school and that progressed into college. And they were the best years of your life. You would have never thought you could get someone as caring and loving as him, Kyungsoo had a way of melting your heart. He cooked for you all the time, mostly because you didn’t have the time to do it since you worked on a lot of cases. He helped with laundry, picking up groceries, planning dates, and throughout all of it, his love for you never ceased.

You had thought maybe he would grow tired of it; the multiple nights when you wouldn’t come home because you were stuck at the police station, having to refuse small outings with him and his friends, or falling asleep as soon as you did get home. But he never complained, not once. That just further proved to you that you knew he was the one. You loved him more than anything in the world, you were totally convinced that you would marry him.

You scrunch your nose at him as you grab the bottle and pop open the twistable cap.

“Hard. Frustrating. Stupid.” With each pause you would take a sip, hissing at the taste.

He laughed at you, following suit. He was dressed comfy, a gray jumper with some black sweats. His charcoal black hair was grown out, so much so that it almost covered his eyes. That reminded you of something.

“Did you get your glasses frames fixed?” You gesture to his eyes, and he shakes his head.

“I forgot. I’ll go in tomorrow. But… Why don’t you tell me about your day then? You look stressed out, Y/N.”

You really didn’t want to talk about it. You knew that you looked stressed, because you could feel the anxiety and overwhelming emotions of the case having a party in your body. Plus… there was Baekhyun. Baekhyun that went out of his way to talk to you after you just got off of work 20 minutes ago. You thought about what he said, the way he looked and his tone. There was definitely a different aura that he had versus how he acted in the confrontation room. You blink, looking back at your boyfriend who was still staring at you, waiting for you to speak.

You shake your head and smile, drinking again. “Just the weird case I told you about a couple days ago.”

He raises his eyebrow at you, tapping his finger on the table. “The murder?”

You pucker your lips, darting your eyes from him to the drink. “Suicide, actually.”

There was an awkward pause, and even though there wasn’t anything wrong, you could feel the tension building up. Kyungsoo frowns as he stares at the alcohol, watching droplets fall from off the glass onto the table.

“Is there anything else bothering you? I know you, Y/N.” He looks at you concerned.

You thought about telling him about Baekhyun…but something told you not to. See, Kyungsoo wasn’t the jealous type per say, but you didn’t think your boyfriend would be too happy hearing about you giving your phone number out to a man who seemed suspicious. You tried to not think about it as a murder case though… Baekhyun didn’t seem capable of doing those things. He loved his girlfriend, and you were starting to believe that maybe you should just drop it and let Junmyeon know that you don’t want to investigate further. You get up and place a kiss on Kyungsoo’s cheek, kneading his shoulders with your hands.

“Nope. Come on, let’s watch a movie.”

-

Baekhyun’s POV

You were pretty. Really, really pretty. As he scrolled on his phone to look at your various social media platforms, he couldn’t stop himself from smiling. His face would heat up every single time he would zoom in on your face, taking in your facial features. He couldn’t really pick out his favorite thing about you, maybe it was your eyes. He knew that when he saw you earlier that day that they created a big impact on him. But what about your lips? They were on the smaller side, but they were still full. He could imagine kissing them right now, how soft they would be.

His body begins to shake as he stays on one photo of you, a mirror selfie. Maybe it was because he was so excited that he got to meet his soulmate, he just never felt this strongly about a person before. You were squeezing your cheeks with one hand, pushing your pillowy lips into a pout. You only wore a baggy white tee-shirt, showing off your thighs. Leaving Baekhyun to assume… that you had just posted a picture of yourself practically naked.

There was no way you would do that. Just put yourself out there like that, like a slut. He could feel his anger rising as he continued to stare at the photo, examining every exact thing in it. Your skin, your face, your thighs, the shirt... but he just can’t get mad at you. You didn’t know that you did something wrong… Baekhyun for once, felt fine. It was okay that you messed up.

He drops his phone onto his bed that he was sitting on, sitting upright abruptly. He places a hand on his chest, breathing quickly. His heart was beating at an abnormal rate… his palms were clammy. He was confused. He looks back at his phone, to the lit up screen that showed the photo of you.

“Who are you, Y/N?”

Baekhyun would never, ever, let something like that pass by him. A girlfriend of his making him look bad online by shouting to the world that they’re a whore? But there was something about you, you who looked so innocent posing in that photo, not understanding what it meant to be a slut. No, you were very innocent. Baekhyun had to protect you from that… from the world. It was a disgusting place that they lived in, and he knew that he had to take you away from it. He laughed softly, tucking his legs into his body and wrapping his arms around them.

He decided to research you a little bit more, going on his laptop so he could write while he learned more about you. His eyes flickered on your FaceNook profile, scrolling all the way down to 5 years ago. His heart broke a little when he saw that your first post was exclaiming your relationship status.

Relationship with Doh Kyung-soo.

He squinted as he clicked on the highlighted name, and a look of disgust appeared on his face as he examined your, ‘lover’. He wasn’t bad looking, but he definitely was not up to the standards you deserved. You needed someone like Baekhyun, who would take care of you and make you look good. He would have no problem showering you with all the attention that you wanted, people would know not to fuck with you because you would have him by your side, always. He never wanted to leave you.

He wasn’t yours yet, but he was never going to leave you.

But you were his. He felt himself getting turned on by his intruding thoughts, the thought of being with you all the time, everyday, not a second without you. He starts to palm himself through his slacks, continuing to scroll on the boyfriend’s profile. As he clicked on the photos, he was delighted to see you again. The one thing he appreciated from the guy was that he didn’t like to be in the photos with you, which made sense to Baekhyun, he didn’t deserve to be with you, so why would he think he should be in a photo with you? Small things like that should show you that he didn’t value the relationship, but Baekhyun, when he gets you, fuck, he would do anything.

He stands up quickly, not tearing his eyes away from his laptop screen, staring at a photo of you smiling. He unbuckles his belt, tears his slacks off, and releases his cock from his boxers. He sits back down on the bed, returning back to you, sweet, beautiful, you. He grabs his cock in one hand and starts to move it up and down as he uses his other to zoom in on your face, small grunts escaping from his lips throughout it. He whines as he thinks about you, his cock getting harder with each tug.

He wants to bury himself in you, let his senses become consumed by you. He wants you to think about him, all the time, just like he did with you. You would be connected to him like that, you would love him. That’s all he wanted, he just wanted you, and he wanted to keep you locked up, where the world wouldn’t be able to steal you from him. You wouldn’t be able to talk to any other men, just Baekhyun, him alone. With heavy panting as his movements become faster, his stare still on you, he uses his precum to lubricate his throbbing huge cock.

“There’s… fuck, only… ah. You.” He came, hard, and his body lurched upwards every couple of seconds, strings of cum painting his stomach. He rests his head back on his pillow, panting. He’s never come that hard before… ever, in his life. Although that wasn’t the sign that he knew you were meant for him, it definitely sparked up his passionate plan, the plan that would unite the both of you, forever.

He uses his blanket to wipe his mess up, urgently trying to get back to his research. He does ponder on that for a minute, realizing that he suddenly went against his morals and cleanliness for you. That could be a problem, but right now it didn’t matter. He needed to get everything set up, and it had to be prosecuted by tomorrow. He couldn’t waste another second without seeing you again, he needed to feel that comfort that you were okay, that you were protected by him.

So as he begins to look at your boyfriend’s profile, he stops on his latest update. A photo of broken glasses with a caption saying, “Second pair I broke. Jongdae help me!”. Baekhyun clicked on the name that was tagged, taking him to a business page. The icon showed a man around his age maybe, he had elf-ish features. As he peered into his page, he realized he was an Optometrist, and probably a close friend to Kyungsoo. Jongdae’s last post was a reply to the scum that was your boyfriend.

Haha. Come by around 9 tomorrow. Y/N has to keep a closer eye on them for you from now on.

Perfect. He typed down the address of the business on his phone, making sure he got everything right, double checking for any mistakes. Then, he exited out of his notes and hovered over the contacts app. He scrolls until he reaches one name, smirking as he lays back on his pillow, letting it ring. This guy knew what he was doing, and if Baekhyun got this to work out smoothly, he would have you in the palms of his hands in no time.

“You know to call me from a burner phone, Baek.”

“Aw come on, S. Aren’t we friends? Can’t friends talk to each other on the phone?”

He sighs. “What do you want?”

“I have a favor.”

Silence.

“No. No. I told myself that I wouldn’t get involved with you again. Chanyeol paid me off-”

Baekhyun rubbed the side of his head and closed his eyes.

“That was Chanyeol. Not me. Listen Sehun, if you didn’t want to get involved in this type of shit then you shouldn’t have done it the first time.” He looks at his fingers as he smiles. He could hear Sehun hyperventilating, knowing that there was no way out of this.

“Look… I just need you to set something up for me. Give some information on someone. Then, and only then, will you get rid of me. I’ll tell Chanyeol to put in a good word for you, who knows? You can get promoted and get your own little office. Maybe a raise? I know how much you’ve been needing the extra money, considering you’re in debt because of your gambling problem.”

Sehun scoffs. “If I even do this for you, how do I know you won’t try and do this again some other time? What if you want me to dispose another fucking dead girlfriend of yours-”

“Y/N isn’t going to end up like those fucking cunts. Which reminds me... I need her address.”

“...Y/N? Fuck no. There’s no fucking way you’re getting near her. Over my dead body.”

“Do you think she’ll be interested in knowing about Yeri, Sehun? Because I think she’ll really love hearing about you getting her fucking body and throwing her into woodchipper. I mean… I can always tell her myself. Oh. That reminds me of another nice memory actually,” Baekhyun sits up, his legs criss-crossed as he smiles to himself, savoring the idea of Sehun getting a heart attack right now, “Does Y/N know about your little college experiment?”

Sehun stops breathing.

Baekhyun starts laughing until his throat becomes sore, bringing his hand to punch his chest, spit flying everywhere. He wipes the salvia off his chin, looking blankly at the white walls in his bedroom.

“I…I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Sehun is terrified, as he sits alone in his home, he can’t help but look over his shoulder, mistaking shadows for someone, Baekhyun maybe.

“I think you do know what I’m talking about, friend. Didn’t you drug a poor, innocent girl… then passed her along to your friends just so they can do what they want with her? Aw,”

Baekhyun smiles, “Pure pressure? Right?”

“... What do you want me to do?”

So Baekhyun told him his plan, how he was going to kill Kyungsoo. He’d wait until after he got his glasses repaired, just so his friend would know that he went there first and didn’t get worried if he didn’t show beforehand. He’s going to break into his car and once Kyungsoo stupidly gets in… he’d fucking rip his neck open. Sehun’s part in all of this, as he listened while trying not to throw up, would set up a scene where Kyungsoo was in a car accident. Baekhyun didn’t care how he did it, but he would have to. This is how it was going to have to go down.

“What time does Y/N go to work tomorrow?” Baekhyun’s heart raced as he said your name.

“She goes in at 7. Why?”

“I need to plant the note.”

“What note?” Sehun sat in his chair, looking on his laptop for used cars.

Baekhyun would go on to talk about the letter he was going to write. He researched how Kyungsoo spoke online, making sure that the tone and feeling he would write down on paper matched your boyfriend’s personality. Bland, might he add. He was boring, and that gave him even more excitement when he thought about how great the two of you would be together. You, being the confident and exciting one, and Baekhyun, who knew how to handle that. You were just so…perfect for him.

He managed to find a photo of Kyungsoo’s handwriting on his FaceNook account, an anniversary love letter he wrote to you. He practiced it for hours that night, making sure to cross his ‘T’’s and dot his ‘i’s to match his. Once he was finished, he looked at it proudly.

To Y/N,

I’m sorry I couldn’t say this in person. I can’t look at you and break your heart. I can’t do this anymore. We’re too different, you and I. I’ve felt this way for a long time, I just put up with it because we’ve been together for 5 years, it just felt like I had to stay with you. You deserve someone better. Again, I’m sorry. Please don’t try to reach me. I’m done with you. I don’t love you, Y/N.

Kyungsoo.

Baekhyun was overjoyed. He didn’t know if it was because he knew that he’d see you tomorrow or the fact that he was going to kill your boyfriend. They both were equally exciting. After he placed the letter on his desk with gloves on, Sehun told him that he purchased a car and had someone to reenact the car crash. He had one question for the psychopathic murderer.

“How are we going to do this? The accident, I mean.”

Baekhyun yawned over the phone. “I’m going to drive the car out of the parking lot and you’ll get your guy to crash into the car. But, you have to wait for my call. I’m going to park it in the road and he has to hit the guy head on. The body has to be completely unrecognizable. If they go over the autopsy and see how I killed him, they might rule it out as a murder. Can’t have that now, can I?”

“B-but what about the person hitting him? He could die!”

Baekhyun sneered. “Better make sure he’s not important then. Just say you’ll pay him a large amount. That’s what always does it.”

This was all for you. You didn’t know it yet, but Baekhyun was willing to do anything for you, this was just one of the small acts of dedication he would plan for the both of you. So as he went to sleep that night, he let himself be consumed by you, beautiful, sad, you.

-

Early in the morning, he parked outside your place, dressed entirely in black clothing. He watched as you made your way down the stairs, your hair bouncing with each step. He can imagine how you smelled, the sweet Dior perfume he knew that you sprintzed on your body. What he would give to be that fucking perfume, to be absorbed into your skin. He snaps himself out of his thoughts as you begin to drive away in your car, and once he can no longer see you, he continues to wait.

He knew that your idiot boyfriend would be leaving not too soon after, since he would be going to get his glasses fixed around 9. But what he didn’t expect to see was the car that pulled up to your apartment, Y/N. He slumps his body lower into his seat as he watches a young woman step out from the new black BMW, dressed in a light blue babydoll dress. White heels adorned her feet, and she swung her long black hair behind her as she smiled, walking towards…

No. He wasn’t. Was your boyfriend cheating on you, Y/N?

But to his surprise, and anger, Kyungsoo swung open your apartment door and smiled at the woman who was skipping up the steps. He grabbed her by the waist and pulled her in for a kiss, then ushered her inside your home. Baekhyun… well he was fucking enraged.

How could he do that to you, Y/N? He had the entire world, right by his side, and he threw it all away for some whore? Some fucking rich entitled bitch that thought she was better than you? Fuck that, Baekhyun tried to fight seeing red, but all he thought about at that moment was how he was going to make his death painful, slow, dragged out. He would have to suffer the consequences of hurting someone like you, a goddess, and he would have to hear about it as Baekhyun stabbed his useless, fucking neck.

So he waited.

And waited.

Until finally the disgusting woman left, and not before he passionately kissed her goodbye and slammed the door behind him. He looked happy, and that made Baekhyun so much more furious. He was going to kill him, for you, Y/N. And he was going to enjoy seeing the blood drain out of his body, watch him as his last thoughts were about how he mistreated you, all by the hands of your soon to be husband, your true lover.

Kyungsoo left your apartment at 8:30, and once he was gone, Baekhyun got to work. He stepped out of the car, hands gripping the backpack he brought along, and ran up the staircase. He used a bump key to get in, something that can be easily purchased at the local hardware store. He found that kind of stupid, selling something that could help to break into people’s houses, but hey, he wasn’t complaining about it now, was he?

Your apartment was ugly, Y/N. Truly, utterly disgusting. What was with the decor in this place? Were you trying to scare him off? He laughed at that thought, nothing would truly get you away from him, but this? He’d help you rearrange the place, change things up to something more his style. You’d like it too, you would have to.

As Baekhyun laid his backpack on the floor near the entrance of your apartment, he pulled out a pair of gloves, the note that was sealed so it didn’t have any of his fingerprints on it, and headed into your bedroom. And wow, Y/N. It smelled like you, and it made Baekhyun act feral. He brushed his hands on your white bedsheets, slowly making his way to the side of the bed that he knew you slept on, because he can smell your perfume all over it.

“Y/N…” He muttered weakly, as he closed his eyes and rubbed his face all over the pillow. He thought about how you graced your perfect head on top of it, trying to imagine himself laying right next to you at night. He knew he shouldn’t have done it, but something came over him. He pulled the blankets up that were folded neatly, and gently slipped inside. He pulled the covers over him, sniffing the sheets that were blessed because of your touch. He opens his eyes, smiling as he hopes that you’ve slept naked in this bed. How close he was to you in this moment, and you didn’t even know that you two now had a connection to one another.

He whines a little as he gets out of the bed, missing you already. He grabs the handwritten note that he placed on the edge of the bed and looks over it one more time.

“Yeah… this is good.” He smirks as he removes the covering over the paper and places it once again, on the bed. He stands back, trying to see if it looks good right there. It would have to do, it didn’t really matter where he left it, but he just wanted to leave it in a place where you could cry in comfort. The bedroom was the best place, he wouldn’t want you to hurt yourself if you got dramatic and slumped on the floor, you would fuck up your knees or legs. He didn’t want that.

As he claps his hands and nods to himself, he starts to make his way out, preparing to head off to the Optometrist. …But something echoes loudly in his head.

Look in the drawers.

So he listens. His thoughts have never wronged him before, and plus, this was a great idea. He brings his body to meet your dresser drawers, they were white and had paint chips forming over the wood. He scowls at that as he opens one up, and he almost salivates when he sees your underwear on display for him. He picked one up, a bright pink lacy pair, and he immediately pushed it up to his nose. He breathes you in, the best part of you, and he nearly cums right then and there. You smelled so sweet, so heavenly.

He keeps the pair of under garments smothered in his face as his eyes roll back, his other hand pushing his pants down. He struggles to get his hand around his hard cock, the boner you caused him to have just by your scent. He strokes himself as he takes you in, imagining your body under his fingertips, you, who is just as in love as he is with you.

“Fuck.” Baekhyun’s voice is muffled by your clothing, he pumps himself faster, his body shaking with each sniff that he takes.

You have complete control of him, and he fucking loved it. He liked being submissive to you, it was the first time he thoroughly enjoyed the idea of being someone’s toy. In all honesty, as he masturbated to your underwear in your room, for the first time in his life, Baekhyun knew that you were the reason for his existence. You were his missing piece, everyone before you attempted to fit into the puzzle, but now he realized why they didn’t complete the picture. Because they weren’t you.

“Y/N. Y/N. Y/N.”  He drools as he aggressively shoves your underwear into his nose one last time, spilling his cum all over the carpet. He slowly blinks, feeling dizzy from the orgasm. His phone vibrating in his pocket is what snaps him back into reality, and he quickly takes it out as he walks back to the entrance of your home.

The guy is there, waiting in the parking lot in the car. Where are you?

Sehun was probably stressed out, Baekhyun almost sympathizes with him. He smiles as he shoves your garment into his backpack and makes his way out of his future apartment. He gets there rather quickly, seeing as the place was only a few blocks away. He pulls into the gray parking lot that was behind the building your boyfriend was in. He looks around him, and two other cars are parked there, but it was fine. As long as no one would see him break into Kyungsoo’s car, it was okay.

Baekhyun texts Sehun, letting him know that he’s there.

Alright best friend ~ I’m here. Which car is our guy?

Not even a second later, a car beeps it’s horn. He looks up from his phone, seeing an old battered, red rusted Pontiac. The guy inside of it looks terrified, horror settling into his features as Baekhyun gives him a wave.

He’s cute. Looks scared. wonder why.

Baekhyun snickers to himself as he texts Sehun, then makes his way out of his own car. He walks up to the accomplice, noticing how pink he becomes with each step he takes towards him. He taps on the window as he arrives, waiting for him to roll it down. He ducks his head in, letting his arms rest on the exterior of the car.

“You are?” He asks him.

The man stutters, Baekhyun holds back his laughter when he sees the sweat underneath his armpits. He looked young, and he definitely confirmed that when he spoke to him.

“K-Kai. Look man, I’m just trying to get some money. I- I have student loans.”

Baekhyun just giggles, bringing his hand over the young boy’s shirt, straightening out the wrinkles that lay there. Kai stays frozen, watching as the stranger does this, holding his breath.

He opens his mouth. “It’s okay. Do you know what you’re going to do?”

He nods at Baekhyun. “Sehun told me to crash into the car head on. Make sure the body is obliterated. No trace of you on him. B-but what about me?”

Baekhyun stands up, looking around the parking lot, then raises his eyebrow at him.

“What about you?”

Kai sighs as he puts his hands around his head. “Wh- what if I die?”

“You won’t.”

“H-how the fuck do you know if-”

Baekhyun swiftly reaches inside the vehicle again, grabbing the boy by the throat. He tilts his head to the side, watching as he struggles to breathe. He brings his other hand to waggle his finger at him, like scolding a child for eating too many sweets.

“Do you want the money?”

He nods as his face becomes a deep shade of purple, sweat dripping from off his forehead.

Baekhyun lets go. “Then shut the fuck up. Drive out of the building once you see our target get into the car. I’ll take the car out into the road and you fucking crash into it. Got it?”

He starts to cry then, and Baekhyun resists the urge to knock him out right then and there. But he had to reserve this anger for Kyungsoo, who was the only person that needed to be crying right now. He scoffs as he taps the top of the car, walking towards the vehicle that was owned by the soon to be dead corpse. He slaps his hands together that were still adorned with gloves, a rush of adrenaline pumping through his veins as he used the bump key again.

He makes his way into the back seat, laying down on the ground. He already had the knife hidden in his back pocket, and the more he thought about it there, the more he looked forward to seeing it do its job on that cheating piece of shit. He pulled out his phone one more time, sending a text to Sehun.

you made sure there’s no cameras right? let me know when he’s coming out.

Sehun was watching Kyungsoo from across the street, sitting outside a coffee shop. The building had clear windows that gave a complete view of the inside, so he’d been watching them for a while now. He made sure to wear inconspicuous clothing along with a pair of sunglasses. He looked down at the text Baekhyun had sent, grimacing as he typed back.

he’s leaving right now. and yes, i checked to see if there were cameras. none.

Baekhyun smiled to himself as he received it, shoving it back in the place it was before. He brought the knife out, gripping it tightly on top of his chest. This was it. The moment he had been waiting for, the moment that would bring the two of you together. He closed his eyes as he thought about the life you would have together, the love you’ll share. But all of those thoughts stopped as soon as he heard your boyfriend fumbling with his car keys, jingling them into the keyhole.

“Yes, Jihyo, I made sure to make a reservation for tonight. Y/N is staying late at work so it’s fine. Stop stressing out about it. Listen, I’ll call you later ok? I’m going to drive right now. I love you.”

Kyungsoo sighed as he threw his phone and keys on the front seat next to him, plopping into the driver’s seat. He slammed the door behind him and sat in silence. Baekhyun was fucking livid. He loved that whore? Oh, he was going to make sure he’d fucking pay for what he’s done. He quickly brought the knife up into the air, placing it on your boyfriend’s neck, who screamed in shock.

“What the fuck!” Kyungsoo stilled, his hand tightly grabbing the steering wheel as he looked into the rearview mirror, meeting eyes with Baekhyun.

He sneered, gritting his teeth together. “Hello to you too. Is that how you greet all your friends?”

Kyungsoo paled, his eyes widening in shock as he gulped.

“What… what do you want?” He said sternly.

Baekhyun chuckled as he pushed the blade of the knife deeper into his throat. Oh… he didn’t know. Maybe to see his insides gushing out of him? Or maybe watch as his knife decapitated his head? That would be fun. But he knew what he was going to say, he’s been rehearsing ever since he saw him cheat on you earlier that morning.

“You know… when someone has something as precious with Y/N… they don’t fucking cheat. Are you fucking stupid? Something wrong with that brain of yours,” He doesn’t miss the sob that’s emitting from Kyungsoo’s throat, “you fucking cunt?”

“S-so what? She sent you to fucking kill me? Because I cheated?”

Baekhyun rolled his eyes as he made a deep gash in his throat, causing the man to immediately place his hands on the wound, preventing the blood from spilling out.

“Y/N is innocent in all of this. She would never do this to you. I can’t believe you even fucking said that. About your girlfriend. You really did have this coming, didn’t you?”

He makes his way up to the front of the car, making sure to keep the knife at his neck. He smiled as he made himself comfortable, looking at the air freshener that hung on his mirror. He flashes a grin at Kyungsoo, watching as the scum gurgles on the blood erupting from his mouth.

“If I could make an air freshener, I would probably use… ah!” Baekhyun brought the knife to his chin, then waved it around like he was casting a spell.

“I would make a scent called, ‘Y/N’s Cunt’. That way, I could always smell her wherever I went. Knowing that the scent only wants me, that it desires me. Isn’t that a great idea?”

Kyungsoo stares at him with dead eyes, his body slowly slumping against the seat. He can’t have him dying on him right now, no. He still needed to torture him a little bit more. So he presses his finger into the gash he made, eliciting a blood curdling yell from his lips.

“You don’t get to die just yet. You’re going to suffer just like how you made Y/N suffer, after you decided to cheat on her. Don’t you agree? That you’re a waste of space? See, I’m just trying to help her, Soo. Can I call you Soo?”

He picks up the man’s limp hand, adjusting it so it gives him a thumbs up. He beams at that, dropping it. He gets on top of the man, straddling his thighs. Kyungsoo weakly raises his hands to push him off, but it’s no use. He was a dead man. Baekhyun could get off on this, seeing the man who you think you love dying before his very eyes. He licks his lips as he stabs the knife into his chest, blood splattering on his jacket.

“You…” He removes the knife from his chest, “Are…” He plummets it back in, “Scum.”

And that was it. Kyungsoo died, knowing that he was a piece of shit. Baekhyun felt as though he just snorted a line of coke, the feeling too good to be true. He was finally gone, and now, you were going to be his. He swerved himself around, sitting on top of Kyungsoo’s lap as he grabbed the keys he’d thrown on the passenger side. He puts them in the ignition, and the car comes to life. He tries to readjust his butt on your dead boyfriend as he steers the vehicle out of the parking lot, then shifting it into park as he finally makes it outside onto the empty street.

He thanked God that the location was pretty much isolated, not many people passed by here since the area was in a shittier part of town. He opened the car door that Kyungsoo had entered before, dropping the keys on his lap. He dusted his hands together and puffed his chest out, feeling proud. Baekhyun turns his attention across the way, spotting Sehun sitting on a chair outside the coffee shop. He gave him a thumbs up, to which the police officer turned his attention to the corner of the street. Baekhyun assumed that’s where the young boy was waiting, and becoming no longer interested in what would transpire, he began to walk back into the parking lot.

A loud screech made its way down the street, Baekhyun listened to it as he approached his car, savoring the sweet music that the beat up Pontiac made. He decided to turn around, to savor the memory of Kyungsoo’s dead body returning to what it used to be, ash. Kai comes at the car with blinding speed, and a shattering BOOM enters in the street. The two cars slam into each other, and Baekhyun watches as Kai’s body flings through the window, glass shattering all over. His body is limp on the hood of Kyungsoo’s car, and not even a couple of moments after, a fire breaks out.

Baekhyun smiles at the sight, feeling the heat even from where he stood. He could see Kyungsoo and Kai’s bodies being eaten by the flames. The young boy with student loans wouldn’t have to worry about them anymore, that would be another mindless person who would risk their life for a simple lump of money. It was everything that Baekhyun wanted and more, and he couldn’t hardly contain his excitement as he hopped inside his car, revving up the engine as he drove out of the lot, driving down the other side, away from the crash.

He smiled to himself as he readjusted his rearview mirror, looking at his face. It was covered in blood, and as much as he hated messes, he really fucking loved this shade of red on him. Knowing that it was Kyungsoo’s blood just made him feel like he won a million dollars. It would make a good lipstick shade, he thought. As he made his way back home, he turned on the radio, cranking the volume all the way up. A familiar song started to play, and Baekyun happily sang along.

I’m laughing on the outside… Crying on the inside… Cause I’m so in love with you.

-

Y/N’s POV

It’s been a long morning for you, especially because you didn’t get your usual cup of coffee from Sehun. No, he had to call off for whatever reason so now you sat at your desk, frowning at the drink you had to make yourself. For some reason, everytime Sehun did it for you it tasted amazing, but whenever you attempted it yourself it tasted like a steaming pile of shit.

“Fucking Sehun…” You murmured to yourself as you logged into your computer, preparing for a rough shift.

You made it the first couple of hours without any distractions, just cleaning up your notes you had made regarding the case with Baekhyun. You skimmed over his name with your mouse, hovering each letter. You didn’t notice yourself doing it until a blush let itself be known, your face heating up. Why the hell were you doing that? You throw the mouse away from you like it burned you, stunned at yourself.

It wasn’t exactly news that Baekhyun was attractive. You knew it as soon as you walked through the door to discuss the suicide of his girlfriend. But you couldn’t think of him like that, you had a boyfriend. Kyungsoo. You feel a calming sensation pool over you as you think about your boyfriend, smiling at the memory of this morning with him. He had cooked you breakfast, and although you weren’t able to finish all of it, he didn’t mind. He kissed you and said that it was fine if you stayed late tonight at work, saying he understood how hard it is to be put on a case like this.

“Y/N.” You’re snapped out of your thoughts as a co-worker of yours stood in front of you.

You laugh, shaking your head. You look at her, “Sorry. Got lost in thought. What can I do for you, Jisoo?”

She raises her hands, insisting it’s fine. “Junymyeon wants to see you. I think he wants to discuss your progress.”

So you made your way to his office, the documents you had worked on yesterday in your hand. You knock on his door, waiting for a response. You hear him yell, “Come in.” You enter, giving a smile. He puts his hand forward, ushering you to sit on the chair that sat in front of his desk.

Junmyeon had his brown hair pushed back today, his uniform free of any creases. His pale skin was clear of any blemishes and he looked happier than he did a couple days ago. He stays silent until you sit down, then speaks.

“How are you doing? I know this is a… deranged case I put you on. Did you find anything else out from the boyfriend?” He folds his hands together, waiting for your response.

You place your documents on the desk, to which he picks up, reading it. He only glances through it for a couple of seconds before he lowers the papers down and gives you a confused look.

“You’re ruling it out as a suicide then?”

You nod. “I also spoke to Chanyeol, who confirmed that he was with Baekhyun that night. I don’t really have any reason to question him further, I believe that this was a suicide, yes sir. Isn’t this what you wanted me to believe in the first place?”

You fidget with your hands and gnaw on your lip, and Junmyeon senses the nervousness coming from you. He sighs as he let’s the papers fall on the desk, leaning back into his chair and folding his arms across his chest.

“Why don’t I believe you?”

“Why wouldn’t you believe me?”

He smiles. “Because I know you wouldn’t have stayed up countless nights reading over this case again and again. You know that something isn’t right, Y/N. Why are you just dropping it?”

You didn’t know why you were doing it honestly. In the back of your head you knew something was strange, but for some reason you didn’t want to believe anything bad had happened. Baekhyun… Well Baekhyun was nice. He was charming, and you couldn’t bring yourself to think about him in a negative light. Especially with the way you saw him cry in front of you. No person can just fake those feelings, those gut wrenching sobs. He wasn’t a suspect.

You look firmly at your boss. “Because I can. And I know you’ll drop it too, because you believe in my judgment. You trust me. I’m asking you to trust me, Junmyeon.”

He stares at you for a moment before he gives you a forced smile.

“Okay. I trust you. I also followed up with Chanyeol. He’s actually an Assistant Chief Deputy at the other department in Busan, so everything is backed up. I’ll let you know if anything else comes up-”

Your phone begins to ring in your pocket, and you look at him apologetically. You let it go off until it stops, continuing your conversation with him. You try to turn the conversation to a lighter note.

“Sounds good. By the way, do you think Sehun puts something in the coffee? Everytime he makes it for me it tastes like pure gold. I think-”

Your phone starts to vibrate again, and your boss gives you a look to answer it. You grunt as you pull it out, looking at the screen.

5 Missed Calls - Jongdae

You frown. Why was Jongdae calling you? You sit up, walking away from the desk and putting the phone up to your ear as you call back your boyfriend’s friend.

“Hello? Jongdae? I’m at work right now, can’t this wait-”

“Y/N. Kyungsoo’s dead.”

You freeze. Every atom in your body stills, and you’re pretty sure that your heart has stopped working. A cold shiver runs down the back of your spine, and you let out a strangled laugh.

“W…what do you mean, Kyungsoo’s dead?”

You hear Jongdae’s muffled sobs through the phone, your legs feel like jelly. You suddenly crash onto the ground, your knees rubbing against the carpet. They’re burning, your body is telling you that, but you can’t really feel it. You can’t feel anything right now. You hear Junmyeon walking behind you, putting a hand on your shoulder before he takes your phone out of your hand.

You let him. Your arm falls loosely by your side, you’re numb.

“Hello? This is Y/N’s boss… can you tell me what happened?”

You don’t remember much after that. It was really all a blur. You rode with Junmyeon in the police car, staring out the window without saying anything. He was talking to you, but you ignored him. Because all that mattered right now was Kyungsoo. Your boyfriend of 5 years, your highschool fucking sweetheart, was dead. But you couldn’t bring yourself to believe that, not until you saw his body. You kept thinking to yourself…maybe it wasn’t him. Someone could have stolen his car, crashed it perhaps. It couldn’t be Kyungsoo.

As you arrive at the scene, you see Jongdae crouched in front of his store, looking at the burnt remains of the two cars. Your heart beat instantly picks up as you look at the license plate on your boyfriend’s car. The car the both of you had picked out together your senior year of high school, remembering how happy Kyungsoo was to have his own form of transportation. He saved up for months, working two jobs. He would push away your worries of working too hard, stating that he wanted to do this for you.

“For me? It’s your car, Soo.” You sat in your childhood bedroom, Kyungsoo laying by your side, his eyes watching the tv show you had put on.

He links his hand with yours, rubbing his thumb up and down against your skin.

“I want to take you out on real dates. Drive us to the movie theater and get you food when you’re hungry. It’s not really a big deal, I kind of like flipping hamburgers.”

You laughed at him, bringing your lips to his cheek. You loved him.

“I… I love him.”

You utter out in disbelief as you sit in the car, the memory of your boyfriend disappearing from your mind. Your eyes never straying away from the horrific scene before you. You say nothing as you exit the car, watching as ambulances carry empty gurneys back into the truck, the firemen putting out any leftover sparks from the vehicles. Your boss yelled at you to get back in the car, to not do this to yourself. But you didn’t care. You walked up to the side of the burnt car, peering inside. There was no body, only ash. You wondered how long the fire was going on, to even cremate your boyfriend. There was…nothing. Except bones. Some parts of it still had flesh on them, and the sight causes you to throw up.

Jongdae suddenly appears from behind you, pulling your hair back. You continue to vomit, your body collapsing next to the car. He does nothing but speak softly, rubbing your back as he tries not to cry himself. You almost want to scream at him, you want to blame him for this somehow. If… if he didn’t come here. If Kyungsoo didn’t come this morning to fix his glasses, he would still be alive. There was no doubt in your mind.

So you scream, you thrash your arms at him, trying to punch him.

“YOU! You… you did this to him. You fucking killed HIM.” You watch as he crumbles to the ground, his lips trembling as tears run down his face.

“I didn’t… do this. Stop saying that.” His words come out high pitched, straining against his throat. He shields himself with his arms as you tower over him, hitting him, yelling at him some more, spit flying from out your mouth.

Your eyes are burning, snot is dripping from your nose, you only feel rage. You continue to beat on the devastated man until Junmyeon grabs you, pulling your body away. You scream, you cuss, you even try to elbow your boss in the crotch, but he simply restrains your arms.

“Fuck!” You scream, you bang your head against his chest, then you let your body become limp, sliding down on the ground. You sit there, Junmyeon still holding you in his grasp. But suddenly, you can’t hear anything. Everything moves in slow motion, and you smack your lips together, trying to moisturize them. You began to smile… and then laughter. You were fucking laughing. Nothing matters anymore. The love of your life is dead, and so were you.

-

As you sit in the police station with a blanket covering you, you listen to Jongdae and your boss discussing what had happened. Junmyeon insisted that you sit outside, that you didn’t have to do this. But you refused. You wanted to know how your boyfriend died, you needed some insight on the tragic event. You wouldn’t leave until you heard what Jongdae had to say.

“I just heard a loud crash, and I ran as fast as I could. But as soon as I stepped outside, the cars exploded and the fire broke out. I was able to see Kyungsoo before it happened. I know that it was him. I.. I saw his face.”

The small man looked down at his hands as he sat next to you, and you can’t stop yourself from reaching your hand out to him. He looks at you, sadness filling his eyes as his lips begin to shake. You felt terrible for the way you treated him earlier, the guilt was overwhelming. So you let him cry into your hand, because he also lost someone that he cared about. Kyungsoo was his best friend for years, the two of them knowing each other since middle school.

Junmyeon doesn’t make eye contact with you, but still speaks his mind.

“I don’t want you coming into work for the time being.”

You flick your eyes toward him, and he almost looks ashamed at what he said. You didn’t need time off of work… if anything, you wanted to stay here. Keep your mind off of the death of your fucking boyfriend. You rip your hand from Jongdae and stand up, the blanket falling off your shoulders. You stand there, anger rippling throughout your body, causing you to shake as you point your finger at him.

“You, don’t get to tell me I can’t come into work. I need this. I can’t be alone with my fucking thoughts. You know, I thought you’d be the person to talk me into staying. Because you know me so fucking well, right?” Your spit falls on his face, but he doesn’t do anything about it. He just stares at you, taking it.

You scoff as he doesn’t say anything, laughing. You run your hand through your hair, looking away from him, your eyes darting between the desk and the window in his office. You probably looked crazy right now, all strung out and laughing like a maniac. But you didn’t care. It was enough that the world took away the love of your life, but to take away the thing that made you happy?

“Enough, Y/N.” Junmyeon stands up, and you look at him, your mouth agape. You feel the ends of your mouth twitching, a smile forming on your face as tears cascade down.

You grab him by his shirt, pulling him close to you. His face stays the same, stoic. You grit your teeth together, fisting his shirt even tighter in your hand. Jongdae puts a hand on you, but you whip your head at him and give him a look; he removes it quietly.

“Don’t… do this.” You whisper desperately to your boss.

But he does. He peels your hand off of him, looking straight into your eyes.

“I’ll let you know when you can come back.”

You stormed out, creating destruction in your path. You eye a stack of papers on Jisoo’s desk, moving your hand to clash with it, sending them flying in the air. You walk up to another desk, grabbing the desktop computer that was on it, ripping the cords and slamming it into the ground. Everyone stares at you, not saying a word. You maintain eye contact with each of them, your heart racing against your rib cage as you wipe the tears from your chin.

“Fuck this.” You exit the police station and head to the parking lot.

You get into your car, immediately starting it up. Your radio blares loudly, a song erupting from it.

Although we're apart…You're a part of my heart

You scream, punching the dashboard in your car, attempting to stop the dreadful song that seemed… way too fitting for your situation. Instead, you just made it worse, making the audio distorted. It would skip ahead a little bit, static surrounding the hauntingly child-like voices.

As you finally made it home to you and your boyf… your apartment, you stop at the door. You’re too afraid to open it, but at the same time you’re hoping that Kyungsoo would be inside. He would be cooking dinner for the both of you, letting you know that he bought a movie to watch. He would kiss you, like he always did when you got home from work. Pull out some beers and sit down with you at the kitchen table, asking how your day was.

You smile.

But that wasn’t going to happen.

You push open the door and walk inside. The darkness in your apartment is chilling, something that you never thought you’d say about your beautiful and welcoming home. You dropped your bag on the floor and kicked your shoes off. You slowly walked to the fridge, yanking it open by the handle. Your eyes drift to the green bottle of alcohol and you grab it. As you open it up and start to chug, you could feel yourself starting to cry again.

You pop your lips off the drink and drop on the ground. You lean against the fridge, rubbing your eyes with your hand. Kyungsoo was gone. There was nothing you could do about it, and there was nothing that could have changed what had happened. Car accidents happen a lot… you just never expected it to happen to him. You take another gulp of beer as you shakily stand up, wanting to change out of your work clothes. They reminded you too much of what they have seen, what they were near. As you make your way into your bedroom, you keep your eyes on the ground, letting the beer hang by your side. You look towards your dresser, opening the first one. Your eyes glance at the various pairs of panties Kyungsoo had neatly folded, and you grab the first one you see. After that, you go through your second and third drawer to get some sweats and a tee shirt.

You turn around to lay them on the edge of your bed, but you halt your movements as you see a piece of paper. You drop the articles of clothing from your hand, your drink as well. You feel the liquid pouring on your foot, but you don't care. You grasp the paper and read through each line, trying to understand it, not wanting to understand it. You wish that it was written in a different language, anything but what made sense to you. As you keep your gaze on your boyfriend’s handwriting, a tear drops on the paper, smudging the ink on his name.

“I didn’t know…” You whispered.

You look around your room, the one that had all your memories of the two of you embedded into it. The endless nights talking about what your wedding would look like, what type of people your children would grow up to be. You remember the night he told you that he wanted to marry you, that he was going to use every last cent on getting you the most beautiful ring, and you, you laughed at him. Because you knew at that moment that he would do that. He would do anything for you, that’s what he made you believe.

But it was all a lie.

You… strung him along. You made him feel like he was stuck in this relationship, not being with you out of free will, his own heart. He didn’t want the marriage, the kids. He never did. He just felt like he had to play the part, and you feel like your chest is going to cave in.

He stopped loving you. And you continued to love him, not ever thinking he didn’t.

You skim over the memories, trying to piece together when he would have stopped, not wanting to believe that he didn’t want to be with you at some point. But then you realized. You caused this to happen. You wouldn’t spend time with him, you came home late from work. You didn’t cook him any meals, you relied on him for that. He did the laundry, folded your clothes. He did everything for you… for the relationship. You think back to yesterday, how you felt that he would grow tired of it. You gulp as a tear wells up in your left eye, you blink to set it free.

“I ruined the relationship.”

You sit in silence.

“I ruined… him.”

You sob as you lay on the bed, curling up into a ball. You didn’t want to live, you couldn’t live with yourself. You were selfish for thinking that Kyungsoo wanted to be with you, he did everything and got nothing back in return. You sit upright, looking out the door of your bedroom. You walk like it’s your first time, stumbling and shaking with each step you take towards the kitchen. You pause in front of your utensils drawer, your hand loosely holding the handle.

You pull it out in front of you, the silver cutlery shimmering. You zone in on the one thing, the only thing that would put an end to your pain. You grab the knife. As you raise it to your stomach, you only think of Kyungsoo, and the pain you had caused him. You didn’t deserve him, sweet, loving, caring Kyungsoo. You raise the knife, and as you’re about to plunge it in…

Ding!

You halt.

Ding!

You lower the knife, listening to your doorbell ring.

Ding!

You let the knife clatter on the floor, dragging your feet to the entrance of your home. Your mind immediately thinks of Sehun. Maybe he had heard what happened and came to see if you were okay. You pause in front of your door, debating if you even want to see Sehun right now. It wasn’t until you heard a voice that took you out of your thoughts.

“Y/N? Are you there?”

Baekhyun?

“Baekhyun?”

You suddenly swing up the door, making eye contact with him. He had a surprised look at his face, his eyes were wide as he took you in. The smile that was first there quickly disappeared, a frown replacing it. You do nothing but stand there for a moment, and then you do the first thing that comes into your head.

You hugged him.

He let’s a small grunt escape from him, but you feel his arms circle around you, pulling you closer. You couldn’t help but let yourself cry, and Baekhyun slowly walks you back into your home, closing the door behind you. He pulls your body to face him, and you look at him through your blurry vision. He looked concerned, afraid even. You sniff as you rub the snot from underneath your nose.

“What… what are you doing here?” You were curious, and you also wondered how the fuck he knew where you lived.

He brings his fingers to wipe your tears away, a look of pain spreading across his handsome features. “Sehun told me you went home, he didn’t tell me what happened but… I’m guessing something bad?”

You laugh. “Since when were you acquainted with Sehun?”

He purses his lips. “I went down to the police station hoping I’d find you there. Sehun got there around the same time I did, and he told me your address. I remembered something from the night my girlfriend died.”

You didn’t know how you felt about Sehun just giving your address to a stranger but… Baekhyun was probably the only person that understood how you felt right now. You needed him with you, you didn’t want to take this for granted. So you just nod, accepting it.

“My boyfriend died.” You whispered, the words feeling empty as you spoke.

Baekhyun looks at you stunned. He pulls you back in, hugging you. You don’t know why you felt so safe in his arms, but you savored the feeling. It felt nice to be around him, and it felt really fucking good that someone actually cared about you. Even if Baekhyun was a stranger to you, he’s only been nice and sweet from all your interactions. You could tell that he wanted to be there right now, hugging you. You could feel it.

“Thank you. For being here.” You mumble into his shirt. He smelled good.

“I can stay as long as you want.” You feel him rubbing circles into your back, and you close your eyes, enjoying your muscles being massaged.

“Mmmm.” You hum.

“I… I know what it’s like to lose someone. You can talk to me, Y/N.”

You open your eyes as you look up at him. Baekhyun is looking down at you, concerned. But you can also see tears welling up in his eyes, and you couldn’t help yourself from laughing. You felt bad, of course, but you think you did it because you were so overwhelmed.

He looks back at you, confused. “Why are you laughing?”

You motion over to the kitchen, Baekhyun following your gaze. He spots the knife on the floor, and you could feel his hands bundle the back of your shirt. He quickly looks back at you.

“Were you… were you going to kill yourself? Over him?”

You look at him numbly.

“What do you mean, ‘over him’? My boyfriend just died, Baekhyun. Of course it’s fucking because of him.”

He pauses as he shuts his eyes, and you’re left wondering why he would say something so heartless. He knew what the pain was like, so why was he acting like he probably didn’t consider those same thoughts after finding his partner dead?

“I mean… you can’t do that. You’re too precious, Y/N. Your boyfriend wouldn’t want you to do that to yourself. He loved you.”

You push him away this time, “Nope. He didn’t. He left me a letter saying he didn’t want me anymore. I pushed him away. It’s my fault.”

He shakes his head. “No. Don’t say that, Y/N. Listen, break ups can be hard, but this,” He points to the knife that’s on the floor, “killing yourself isn’t the answer. What happened was totally out of your control. Death isn’t planned, Y/N. It could happen to anybody. I’m sorry that this happened, fuck, if I could have saved him, I would have. But taking your own life because of someone’s death isn’t going to change anything. You need to live for him.”

You stand there, stunned. You were not expecting a lecture from this guy, but you can’t say it didn’t help. He was right, if you killed yourself it wouldn’t change the fact that not only was Kyungsoo dead, but you would be too. You sighed as you brought your hands up and shrugged.

“I’m just depressed. Don’t worry about me. You have your own problems to deal with.”

Baekhyun just laughed, and it was your turn to be confused.

“How about I get us some food? I’ll come back and we can talk about things.”

You ponder on it. Why not? It would probably be better than crying yourself to sleep.

“Okay.” You sigh.

He brightens at your response. He pulls you back in for a hug one more time, and then he makes his way out the door. But as he swings it open, both of you are met with a woman you had never seen before in your life. She has her hand up, mid knock, and she looks at you stunned. She looked as though she had been crying, and you wondered if this was a friend of Kyungsoo’s.

“Hello?” Your voice raises an octave higher. “Who are you?” You asked as you stood awkwardly. Baekhyun looked between the both of you, just as shocked as you were.

The woman gulps, bringing her hand down.

“I’m Kyungsoo’s girlfriend.”

You stand there.

“Excuse me…” You pause as you take a step forward, “Who are you again?”

She coughs as she blinks rapidly. “I’m Jihyo. Please tell me Kyungsoo isn’t dead.”

Baekhyun’s POV

It’s been a long, tiresome day for Baekhyun. He just arrived from a date and he just needed some alone time, something to take the edge off. And nothing was better than just drinking to his heart’s content and watching a good movie. He just made it home to his apartment, nothing too nice, it felt like him, small, isolated and simple. Baekhyun was as simple as they came. He didn’t like wearing formal clothes. He preferred loose fitted clothing, baggy slacks and collared shirts that hung low enough to expose his collarbones; something that he thought was appealing to the women he would typically go for. He hated when his hair got too long, he watched enough Youtube tutorials to understand how to cut it himself. He preferred to be neat, careful with how he looked. It was something that he prided himself in.

If people only know you from your appearance, they’ll assume you’re nothing but a fucking moron. Stains, creases, clothing that wasn’t taken cared of… he hated that. Despised it. Nothing turned him off more than a woman who didn’t know how to take care of herself, the way that she looked.

He peeled off the jacket that hid his white collared shirt, placing it on the coat rack. He threw his keys into a ceramic bowl on top of his hallway table. He was about to continue his way to his kitchen before he noticed something on his lip in the mirror. He paused, grazing his fingers over the red lipstick that was smeared below his bottom lip. It was faintly there, reminiscent of the encounter before he had arrived home. He furrowed his eyebrows together, a hiss coming out from under his breath as he tried to rub it off.

Baekhyun hurried down to his kitchen, the cool toned gray fridge looked heavenly right now, and swung it open. He quickly grabbed some beer and slammed it shut. Making his way to his living room, he tossed his phone from his pocket onto the couch, then placed the cold bottle on the table. He frowned as he continued to his bedroom, straight into the bathroom.

Flicking on his lights, he grimaced as it blurred his vision. Squinting into the mirror, he turned on his faucet, letting the water warm up his hands. He began to splash some on his face, attempting to scrub the disgusting makeup that made it’s temporary home upon his lip.

“Fucking…bitch. I told her to wipe that shit off.” Baekhyun grumbled to himself as he realized that the red lipstick would not come off, not even with his persistent scrubbing.

He ducked down to the lower cabinet below the sink, searching for a solution. His mood brightened as he spotted some rubbing alcohol. Fisting in his hand, he brought it up and grabbed a towel that was hung, splashing it with the liquid. The strong smell wasn’t overpowering to his senses, no, he’s gotten used to that. He violently rubbed it on his face, his eyes looking concerned until he dropped the towel, revealing the stain to be removed.

He smiled as he chuckled. It was probably the first time today that he actually felt truly happy. He looked back down into the sink, red continually going down the drain. He began to hum as he began to wash his hands off, flooding it with even more crimson color. He got some soap and dug into his nails, to rid of the mess that was embedded underneath it.

“I shouldn’t have overdid it,” He sang to himself, “too much blood.”

The woman was asking for it. All of them did, really. Baekhyun just didn’t think that this one wouldn’t have been so dumb, so careless. She wore all the right clothes, went to her salon twice a week to maintain her stupid highlights. She exercised everyday, went on strict diets to maintain her figure. But just like all the others, she managed to fuck up. She decided to meet with him, letting her thoughts only think about him, and him alone. He managed to have that effect on people. But she was intelligent, she stood out to him.

She could have been the one. Maybe he could have settled down with her, got married, hell, even had his children. But she had to go and mess everything up.

30 minutes prior…

“Hurry and get inside, it’s too cold.” Baekhyun slipped inside his car, unlocking it so the woman would enter.

She giggled as she entered, her chestnut brown hair bouncing as she jumped onto the passenger side. She was beautiful. She only wore Chanel foundation, shade B20, with the same branded red lipstick to match. She didn’t like putting heat to her hair, only when her hairdresser would do it. She liked looking natural… simple. Her clothes were what caught Baekhyun’s attention in the first place.

Although she preferred a minimalist style, she wore expensive brands. She knew which trends were in, which were out. Which meant that she had to get new clothes practically every week. Now that, that was fucking hot to Baekhyun. A woman who knew her worth, and knew how to adorn the body that was she given with only the best of the materials.

But she fucked up. Otherwise, Baekhyun wouldn’t be thinking about this as he stood in his bathroom, washing off the blood from his hands. If what she did didn’t happen, no, he’d probably be sitting on his couch enjoying a night with her by his side, slowly becoming intoxicated not by the alcohol, but by him.

“So how did you like dinner? I remember you said that you always wanted to go there.” Baekhyun took her to the wealthier side of town, a restaurant that required a 6 month wait in order to even eat there.

Her eyes sparkled and Baekhyun’s heart leapt from his chest.

“I had no idea that food could even taste like that. Thank you so much honey. That was the perfect way to spend our two month anniversary,” She smiled as she put her purse down on the floor of the car.

“But I still think that you shouldn’t have spent so much just because we’ve been dating for such a small amount of time, don’t you think?”

He shook his head as he rested his hands on the steering wheel, looking at the dark sky in front of him.

“Of course not. I like to spoil you. Don’t make me talk about this again, my love.” He looks lovingly into her eyes, placing a finger on his cheek.

“Use your makeup wipe to remove your lipstick. Give me a kiss.” Baekhyun waited as she reached for her purse, showcasing the drugstore bought remover that he purchased for her. In bulk, might he add. She didn’t have a lot of time to go shopping for these things herself, rather she would order it online and wait a week for it to arrive so she wouldn’t go through the trouble of going to the store.

No, that wouldn’t have worked out for him. He made sure to memorize her password to her Amazon account when she was showing him a book she had ordered one time. He assumed that it was the same password she used for all her accounts, and he was right. So he bought some for her, and when she texted him saying she was confused that a huge box had arrived at her apartment, he knew exactly what it was.

Baekhyun: When you spent the night I decided to buy the makeup remover wipes for you. I just bought it in bulk so you didn’t have to wait a week until you ran out. You should be covered for a couple of months. Don’t worry about it, I put it on my card.

He had patted himself on the back for that one, smiling at his phone in the dark of his room as he patiently waited for her reply. She was grateful of course, didn’t suspect that her boyfriend had intensely memorized the way her fingers imputed her password onto her phone, spending all night writing on paper all of the different combinations that could be the right one. He couldn’t get caught if he attempted a wrong password to log in since it would notify her that someone was trying to get into her account. No, he was careful.

As she brought the wet towel to her lips, she paused. She looked at him and scrunched her nose, then abruptly placed her lips with his… her lips that still had that lipstick on them. Baekhyun internally cringed inside, his body yelling and screaming at him that it was being attacked; to fucking get her off of him at that exact moment or else he was-

He pushed her off, earning him a dramatic groan from the small woman sitting next to him. She pouted at first, then a timid smile washed over her, drinking in reaction from Baekhyun.

“You never let me kiss you without taking my lipstick off. Stop acting like a baby about it, will you?” It could have sounded charming to someone else, maybe. Someone who didn’t care about messes and having makeup plastered on their body. Not him though, not Baekhyun.

He takes a deep breath and closes his eyes, his grip on the steering wheel tightening with every second he listened to her. Was her voice always this annoying? No… he had thought it was the most beautiful thing he had ever heard just a few moments ago. But really, now it just sounded like horrible screeching, a threat.

“I told you why I don’t like it, Mina. Why the fuck, don’t you listen to me?” He tried to not sound so harsh, so mean. He took another gasp of air before he brought his hands down, attempting to calm himself down.

She wouldn’t understand, of course she wouldn’t. He goes to say something else, but his eyes are suddenly zoning in on her blouse. Something that could have gone unnoticed only if one didn’t focus too intently. There was a rip that made its way on the top of the baby blue silk top she had bought. Now, this was a designer piece, he watched her as she bought it in the store, sipping his coffee from across the street hiding behind a car. This article of clothing was hundreds of dollars, it was sold from a luxurious brand, the building had security guards standing outside even.

You can’t just fucking ruin something like that.

“You… you ripped your blouse.” He said empty.

Mina looks down, a small gasp escaping her lips. She toys with it in her hand, the material rubbing in between her fingers as she frowned slightly. She looked back up at him, a neutral look on her face.

“So? I’ll just go and buy another one. Look, let me make this right. I’ll make you forget about the lipstick even being on-”

He grabbed her by her throat, a gurgling noise erupting from her chest. She looks at him with wide eyes, instinctively grasping at his hand, trying to pull it off from her. But right now, Baekhyun didn’t care about her watering eyes, the way her manicured nails were digging deeply into his skin; all he cared about right now was that fucking rip in her blouse. He brought his other hand to secure his place on her neck, squeezing it.

He could feel himself fuming, becoming agitated as she tried to make more noise.

“How could you do this to me? Why did you act so… so aloof? Like it didn’t matter that you ruined it? How you ruined yourself.”

He grunts out that last word, making sure that it would echo in her head, letting it repeat like a scratched record. Maybe if she listened to it enough times, she would get it. That she wrecked who she was over something that she should have paid more attention towards. But she continued to fight with him, with the truth that he was trying to pass onto her. He sighed as he let go, slamming his fists onto the side of his head. This was so… fucked.

Mina shakily gasps for air, tears streaming down her face as she corners herself into her seat. She’s sobbing now, not believing that the man she’d been seeing, the man that she couldn’t help but love, had just done that to her. She scrambled with her thoughts, trying to understand him, but she just couldn’t. She did understand one thing though, something that rang clearly in her head.

She pushed open the door on her side, collapsing onto the cement. She’s holding her throat, crying raspily. Her black high heels stomped onto the ground, digging into the skin of her feet. She had to get away, she couldn’t be around him anymore. This was too much, over something as stupid as a blouse, a rip, her lipstick? Her heel suddenly snaps, and her body is falling on the ground. She groans as she places her hand to her forehead, her fingertips stained with blood.

“Now why did you do that?” Baekhyun towered over her. He had sighed as he watched her exit his car, shaking his head at the stupid action. He opened the glove box and unsheathed a small pocket knife that his friend had gifted him for his birthday last year.

Mina looked up at him, horrified. She sat herself up on her hands, the gravel ripping the skin off the palm of her hands and she dragged them backwards, trying to crawl away from the boy that she was just dreaming about last night. This wasn’t him, this wasn't Baekhyun that sung her to sleep when she had drank too much. Baekhyun, that surprised her with tickets to the ballet that she had wanted to go to since she was a child. No, this was someone else…something else.

“Baekhyun, please. Please! Don’t hurt me!” She bargained with him, she choked on her words as the blood from her forehead began to drip onto the ground.

A ‘tsk’ escaped his lips as he placed two feet on either side of her, sitting on her stomach as he watched as she struggled to push him off. He brought his right foot to dig into her arm, a scream coming from out of her lips. He shook his head lightly, a smile forming, twitching as he brought the knife to her neck.

He pauses before he puts pressure. “You know. I thought I was going to marry you.”

Mina shakes her head. “We can still do that. Please. I’ll forget this ever happened. I won’t kiss you with lipstick on. Please. Don’t do this, you love me.”

Baekhyun’s eyes roll. “I love you? Tell me then,” He digs the knife into her pale skin, beads of blood covering the stainless steel, “what did you do wrong?”

Tears fell down her cheeks. “I- I kissed you with lipstick on.”

He brings his left hand to slap her cheek. “Try again.”

She’s trying to stay focused but her eyesight is giving out, she can feel the life slowing draining out of her. She snaps her attention back to Baekhyun, who is still looking down at her, taunting her with a smile. Her brain tells her to say the only thing that she remembered before he had choked her.

“My b-blouse. I ripped it. I’ll get another one!” She smiles then, realizing she found out what caused her boyfriend to freak out like this.

Baekhyun stills over her, then brings the knife to his chin, tapping it lightly as he looks off to the empty parking lot, like he’s debating something. He speaks slowly this time.

“So you’ll just buy another blouse… because you ripped this one. Now do you see how stupid that sounds?”

Mina struggles as the knife is suddenly placed at her neck again, deciding to stay quiet instead of getting herself into any more trouble than she already is. Baekhyun laughs loudly at that, his eyes beginning to tear up too, but not because he’s sad; because he’s so frustrated that he spent his time on someone who doesn’t value herself.

“You don’t just buy another blouse. You take care of the things that you buy, treat it with kindness… with love. Just like you’d do with yourself. You’re so fucking stupid. Now, what can you say that can make this all better? Can you,” He flicks his finger onto the wound on her head, making her wince in pain, “think with that smart little brain of yours?”

Mina knows. She’s going to die. There’s no point. She shakes her head, giving into the sweet release of pain that had been inflicted upon her, by her psychopath lover that she had given her life up to at this point.

Baekhyun yells at her, his spit splattering on her face as he finishes the job. The weapon clatters onto the ground, Baekhyun lifting his head up as he closes his eyes and lets the cold wind blow on his face. This all happened because he was obsessed with her, but he doesn’t think of the word ‘obsession’ as what is defined online or in the dictionaries.

He ponders on the word as he takes his ex-girlfriend's body and throws her into the trunk of his car. Obsession, as defined from Google, ‘an idea or thought that continually preoccupies or intrudes on a person's mind.’ If you look at the example, it states, "She cared for him with a devotion bordering on obsession". Note, ‘cared’. Baekhyun always found it funny how people would associate obsession with a word that evoked a loving personality, someone who would go out of their way to help the person they loved by killing them, but then say that it was disgusting.

But showing that person you cared about them, just like it stated in the example, was the truth. Sometimes the truth has to be laid out in… well, harsh ways. That’s what Baekhyun always did, and it always worked out just fine. Those girls understood why it had to happen, and he felt like he did them a favor. They died knowing what they did wrong, and hopefully they would always remember him, maybe in another life. They would know that someone as caring as Baekhyun would be out there, loving them in the precious way known as obsession.

Y/N’s POV

“Long night Y/N?”

You had just walked into work, knowing that you looked absolutely wrecked. You didn’t bother putting on any makeup since you knew you were going to be late. You had spent all night at the police department working on a case your boss had given you two days ago, trying to understand what had transpired.

Sehun sets down a cup of coffee for you, and you can see the swirls of smoke slowly disappearing into thin air. You flash him a smile as you dump your purse and phone onto your desk, grabbing the hot drink and putting it to your lips.

Three vanilla creamer and a splash of sugar, just how you liked it.

You do a little dance as it runs down your throat.

“Thank you Sehun. Yes, unfortunately.” You groan.

You plop your butt on your chair, letting your feet roll you back and forth with the wheels on it. Sehun sits at your desk as he looks at the papers that are strung on it, the case you were working on until 3 in the morning. He grabs one of them and reads it, his eyes widening as finds out the gruesome details.

“So they’re saying that the woman committed suicide? The way the autopsy sounds, it’s looking like a fucking murder. There’s no way someone would be able to do this to themselves.”

Sehun drops it as he looks at you bewildered, and you can do nothing but nod and take another sip of your coffee. The whole case was weird, the area that you lived in had a reputation of being safe, so when you first heard your boss Junmyeon sparing you the bloody details, you were shocked.

“Sir, this is…impossible. Our city has never gotten a murder case once.”

Junmyeon had shook his head at you. He stood in his office as he looked outside his window that overlooked the town, his arms crossed behind his back. You knew that he was distraught, but he had keep insisting to you that he believed it was a suicide.

“Her boyfriend came to us. He was completely out of it, screaming and crying. I wanted to put him in a mental facility myself, but he insisted that he stayed at the hospital. He kept saying that he had no idea that she was suicidal. Apparently she left him a note, talking about how depressed she had been. He found her with her neck slit open. He stated that he had leant her a knife earlier that day because she said she needed it for something, and with no idea that she was having those types of thoughts… he did.”

He had turned around and looked at you, and you immediately felt devastated. You couldn’t bring yourself to imagine finding someone that you loved dead… especially from suicide. You straightend your posture and share your thoughts with him.

“Have you gotten the chance to interview him further? Do you have any suspicions?”

Junmyeon shook his head as he took a seat behind his desk.

“I didn’t want to ask him any more questions, he was in shock. I want to put you on the case. Schedule the interview with him within the next couple of days and get back to me on it. I don’t have any reason to question him on this, but please inform me if something doesn’t add up.”

So you agreed, even though you had just finished another case just a few days prior. You bring yourself back to your conversation with Sehun, shivering as you thought about what you were going to do later on today.

“I have to interview the guy in a couple hours. I’ve never been in this type of position before.”

Sehun gives you a reassuring nod. “It’ll be fine. Do you know what you’re going to ask him?”

You shook your head. “I have no idea. I don't really think we should be asking him anything. From everything Junmyeon told me, this dude has an alibi. He followed up with his friend, I think his name is Chanyeol. They went to a club that night and once he was done he decided to go over to the victim’s house.”

Sehun shrugged and clapped his hands together in means of defeat.

“At least it wasn’t the boyfriend. As someone who works in the police department, whenever I watch those documentaries about murder cases and shit, I always think… What if that could be me? Like, what if I just overlook someone and then I look stupid when they decide to interview me for a fucking docu-series or movie?”

You hum as you direct your attention back to the papers, shuffling through them.

“That’s why you don’t stay up and watch them late at night, Sehun. You’re like those teenage girls that do ‘dive in’ videos and try and explain the case better than the people that have all the information. Do me a favor,” You look at him and put your hand on his leg, “let me know when the boyfriend comes in.”

He shoots you a thumbs up and heads back to his cubicle. You sigh as you reread everything that you did last night, trying to piece together all the evidence that was compiled. You really didn’t know why, but with each moment you looked at the photos and notes that the police had written down, the more you felt like that what happened wasn’t a suicide. The woman had everything going for her, she was a model that had a decent salary, graduated from university majoring in business, was loved by her friends and family. It didn’t add up, and you had even checked to see if she was seeing a therapist, if she had ever been admitted to any mental hospitals in the area. Nothing.

All you could do was look her up online, browsing through her social media accounts to see if there were any signs leading up to her tragic passing. For the most part, she didn’t post a lot. When she did post however, it was always selfies, and within the past two months it had been gifts she had received or places she was at. You stopped on a photo of her smiling in front of a grand stage, assuming it was a theater of some sort. She linked arms with a tall, broad shouldered man who covered his face with a peace sign. He had black hair that was neatly combed back, and he wore a tan slim fitting suit. You guessed that was the poor boyfriend, and you went to click on his profile since he was tagged.

You didn’t find much, his recent posts were photos of the woman, Mina. She looked happy in all of them, whether it be her holding a bouquet of roses, or her showing off a diamond necklace. You clicked on a video that he uploaded, the main focus being on her. He didn’t show his face, rather the video was brought down a frame lower, past his nose, only broadcasting his lips and chin.

“Give me a kiss, darling.”

You could hear the cute cooing tone in his voice when he said it, and the giddy girl pressed her lips on his cheek. The video ended there, and if you lingered on it it would just play on an endless loop. The one thing that caught your attention was that througout all the photos you had looked at of the young woman, she always wore red lipstick. It was a staple for her, but in this video, and in other photos on the man’s page, whenever he was in frame, her lips were bare of any makeup.

“Strange…” You muttered to yourself.

As you let yourself become swallowed by the workload that was given to you, you didn’t notice that time had slipped by so quickly. When Sehun had announced to you that the man had arrived, you thanked him before making your way to the bathroom. You gave yourself a once over, making sure that you looked professional. You combed your hair with your fingers, shooing away any loose strands. You tucked your shirt into your black slacks, the white button up free of any creases, then straightened out your blazer.  Once you were finished, you tucked your hair behind your ears and you made your way to a remote room that was purposely made for these types of confrontations.

Before you opened the door, you took a deep breath, ridding yourself from any stress and emotions. You had to make sure that you seemed like you were in control here, that he didn’t have any kind of upper hand if he was to be found guilty of anything. With a little pep talk and an ‘You got this!’, you opened the door to reveal the man you had been researching for the past couple of days.

He looked tired, dark circles underneath his eyes and his foot was tapping nervously. He immediately looked towards you when you entered, and you noticed how well kept he was. Even though he was going through the tragic death of his girlfriend, his physical health seemed to be well off. His hair was groomed back nice and neat, he wore a tight navy blue shirt that hugged him well, paired off with some black jeans. His shoes looked as though they were polished to perfection, clean of any dirt or scratches.

You sat down at the table, moving your seat closer to him as you settled in. The room was bland, it was just white walls, a simple wooden table, and two chairs. You give him a smile as you pull out a notepad and pen from your blazer pocket, placing it on the table.

You hum quietly before you open your mouth, “I’m just going to be asking you some questions today. It shouldn’t take too long based on what we know. Please answer truthfully as everything is going to be noted and recorded.”

He nods, giving you a sad smile. “Take as long as you need.”

Getting that out of the way, you start off with your first question.

“So, can you please let me know your name so I know how to address you?” You laugh nervously as you push on your pen, ready to write. You forgot his name throughout all of this, too absorbed by the awful details of the death.

He coughed as he put his hands on the table. “Baekhyun. Byun Baekhyun. But you can just call me Baekhyun, I hate it when people say my family name.”

Noted. “Okay Baekhyun, I know that you have an alibi, but can you just go over that night for me? If you have any suspicions or possible motives that you know someone who could have done it?”

Baekhyun gulps as he stares at you, his foot beginning to tap again. Also, noted.

“Well, me and my friend, Park Chanyeol, decided that we wanted to go to the club that night. I didn’t text Mina since we had spoken earlier that morning about my possible plans. So she knew not to text me. I also gave her a knife, she stated that she needed it for a project she was working on. She used to dabble in making clothes so I assumed it was for that but…”

He starts to choke up, and he puts his hand over his mouth. You give him a reassuring nod, telling him that it was okay. He throws his head back as he chides to himself, blinking rapidly, his eyes are becoming glossy. Regret immediately runs through your body, you’re left thinking that maybe you shouldn’t have been the person to do this, maybe Sehun would have done a better job, made him feel more comfortable as another man.

“Take your time.” You whisper to him.

He forms his lips into a tight line before he talks again.

“I just said goodbye to Chanyeol, and I was still pretty drunk. I, uh, wanted to go see her. She usually doesn’t care if I come over late at night. We tend to meet during that time anyways, and she gave me a spare key to her apartment. I walked there, it wasn’t too long. Maybe… 20 minutes? I just got there and… she was just on the ground. Her neck was bleeding, so was her head. I don’t know what she did but it looked as though she was going to go out? She had heels next to her body but one of them snapped, the bottom of it? I thought maybe she tripped at first. Maybe hit her head on the counter since I saw blood on the corner of it. But once I got down and saw the gash on her neck… I just knew. It was my fault.”

You perk up at that, you were writing everything down, trying to summarize the best you could while pushing down the horrendous image that was just painted out to you.

“Your fault? Why do you say it’s your fault?”

You keep your eyes on him, looking at his face. He had beautifully carved lips, and his nose was soft around the edges, morphing into his face perfectly. He had an attractive look to him, very authoritative and intoxicating. You push away those thoughts and focus on what he says.

“Because I gave her the knife. And- and then I read the letter and… Fuck. I never knew she felt like that. If I had only knew… If I had known. I could have stopped all of this.”

Baekhyun starts to sob, snot coming out of his nose as he begins to yell a string of curse words.

You didn’t know what to do, you weren’t trained for this, a situation like this has never happened to the quiet and reserved city. You decide to not think as a police officer and comfort him as another human being, a friend.

You put your hand on his shoulder, and for a second he twitches and halts his sobs. But then he looks up at you and pulls you in. He pushes his face into your chest and you could feel your shirt becoming damp. You look up towards the camera that’s embedded into the corner of the room, a look of confusion and desperation plastered on your face. You start to rub his back, trying to calm him down. He pulls back and stands up, beginning to bow.

“I’m… I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to get so emotional.” He returns to his seat as he wipes his nose, sniffling as he looks at his shoes.

“That’s perfectly fine. You don’t have to worry about that, it’s understandable. You just went through a horrific loss and I’m so sorry. I don’t think I have any more reason to question you, so if you’d like to leave, you’re free to go.”

Baekhyun smiles at you. “Thank you. I appreciate that. Ms….” He trails off, raising his eyebrow at you.

You shake your hands at him. “Just Y/N.”

He continues to smile at you, standing up. “Y/N. Thank you.”

Baekhyun begins to walk towards the door, his breathing raggedy. You’re about to close your notepad before you remember another question that you had lined up for him.

You turn your head and raise your finger, catching his attention. He swiftly faces you once more with a questioning expression.

“Your girlfriend… This is all a part of investigating the crime. We usually go to social media and contact family and friends just to get to know the victim a little better. I noticed that she would usually wear red lipstick. You can stop me if I’m intruding at all. But when looking at photos of the two of you together she never wore it. She also didn’t have any on when we took her body in. You said it looked like she was going out.”

He pauses as he stares boringly in your eyes, and you can’t help but feel creeped out.

“You were right. You are intruding.”

You gape at him, then you recollect yourself as shame washes over you. There must have been a private reason for all of that, and it probably had nothing to do with the case at all. You stand up and apologize to him.

“I’m very sorry. I shouldn’t have asked. There’s no way you would have known why.”

He doesn’t do anything else besides giving you a subtle nod, then making his exit. You sit at the table when you hear the door securely close behind the man, staring down at your notepad. You didn’t really feel like he had anything to hide, going based on everything that he told you. But the last moments you had with him just now left you feeling weird. Who was Baekhyun? And why were you so interested in him?

Baekhyun’s POV

He knew he shouldn’t have taken off her lipstick when he set up the crime scene. But the more that he looked at her lifeless body with that dreadful red substance gracing upon her lips, the neediness to rid her of it overcame him. Chanyeol had helped him with setting everything up, a true and loyal friend that Baekhyun knew he could always count on.

He had called his best friend of many years as he drove his car down to Mina’s apartment, just a few minutes after the killing was finished. He drove in silence as the phone rang, then flickered his eyes to the volume dial on his dashboard, turning the radio on. An upbeat song began to play faintly in the car, and Baekhyun smiled as he listened to the lyrics.

Daisy, Daisy, give me your answer do, I'm half crazy all-

“...For the love of you,” He smiled crazily as he sang, staring into the darkness of the road, “I love this song.”

He looked in his rear view mirror, and although he couldn’t see his beautiful ex-girlfriend, he tried to imagine her sitting in the backseat, looking at him lovingly as he sang to her. Baekhyun doesn’t usually feel bad about what he does, he always thought of it as a sweet confession of love; the bittersweet ending to a fairytale. Mina meant everything to him, just like all of his past girlfriends did. He loved them in different ways, but the obsession he carried in himself was prevalent in all of his relationships.

There was Yeri, a sweet and innocent socialite that came from a wealthy family. She had problems of her own, her father constantly cheated on her mother, the brother always criticizing her for her morals and the way she spent her money. But Baekhyun still loved her, despite her many faults. He would follow her around constantly, making sure that she was safe, at least that’s what Baekhyun told himself. Not because he was always on edge that she would cheat on him and want someone else for their status and wealth. No, that couldn’t be it. Because when you love someone, you trust them, there’s no room for doubt and resentment, that isn’t what makes a relationship work. And Baekhyun, of course, knew how relationships worked.

It was easy to cover up her death. He had stabbed Yeri’s chest with the pen she had gifted him for his birthday last year, a Montblanc Meisterstuck Classique Ballpoint Pen, to be precise. It cost her a measly 400 dollars, and Baekhyun treasured it with his life. And he also used it to take someone’s life, proving the point that it was well worth the money spent. That night she and Baekhyun were sitting on the bed in her bedroom, watching a movie. She had told him that she had bought cocaine, and that she wanted to try it out with him.

“It’ll be fun! All my friends do it. Come on ~”

He had complied, he’s done his fair use of drugs before. A couple days prior he had smoked weed with Chanyeol after they had come back from a small concert. He enjoyed the feeling he got from it, the subtle mystical and dreamy sensation that covered his mind and body. So after he snorted the coke, a strong urge to kiss his cute girlfriend flooded over him. He turned his head over to her, peering at her lips. Yeri knew that he didn’t like lipstick, and she made it a point to never wear it. He liked that about her, she listened to him and obeyed his requests.

He brought his finger to his nose, “You have coke right there.”

Yeri had blushed, wiping the substance away and then moving forward to place a kiss on her boyfriend. Instead, Baekhyun gently placed a hand on her chest. There were still white specks littered above her lip, placed on the peach fuzz there.

“Wipe it off completely.” He said sternly. He made sure to say it with meaning, but the drug could have passed it off as a joke, maybe. She didn’t take it seriously.

“Come here, Baekkie~.” She pushed herself on top of him, straddling his thighs and licking her lips.

He looked at her stunned, hurt. This was the first time that Yeri didn’t listen to him and it made him infuriated. So he did the same thing he did to Mina, choked her. She didn’t put up a fight then, she had accepted it. Baekhyun thinks that she thought it was all part of a sexual desire he had, but it didn’t matter what she thought anymore. Because now she was passed out on her bed, her light pink dress sprawled on her body, ruffling up at the bottom of it, exposing her milky white thighs. He had gotten up after, pushing his hands through his hair as he continually looked at her and the pen that was on her white desk. He had left it there a couple of nights ago when he was working on something for work.

He picked it up, then jumped back on the bed, towering over the small woman. He swings the pen up into the air and then plummets it into her chest. The second he plunged it in, her body seized upwards, a breath of life escaping from her. Her eyes widened, and Baekhyun smiled into them, wanting to make sure that he was the very last thing she would see. She would see her boyfriend, who loved her, killing her with the gift she had given him.

He placed the pen into his slack’s pocket. Rubbing any blood on his hands on them as well, and diverted his attention to the pink laptop on her desk. A thought ran through his head, and a smile painted on his face. So he typed a lengthy email to Yeri’s father, from her, stating that she was running away, and taking all the money she had with her. She would tell her mother about the cheating if he said anything about her disappearance, and knowing his girlfriend’s father, he wouldn’t dare to say anything. He was a respected man that worked in the government, and if any news about this would be released, he would lose his career. And it worked. It really fucking worked, and Baekhyun couldn’t believe the lack of love that her father had for his only daughter.

He would never be like that when he would have children. He would protect them, treasure them, make sure that they were happy and given anything that they wanted and needed. He scoffed as he came back to the situation at hand. Mina.

Chanyeol had picked up finally, his voice groggy like he had been awoken from his sleep.

“Baekhyun… man. It’s 3 in the morning. What do you want?”

Chanyeol had been a part of Baekhyun’s life since the sweet and tender age of 5. They were best friends in their toddler years, and continued to stay that way up until now. The tall man was extremely social and made friends easily. Baekhyun liked that about him, mostly because it gave him connections to… specific people.

His best friend was the Assistant Chief Deputy. Which also meant that he knew about everything that Baekhyun has done, and will most likely do in the future. And Baekhyun took advantage of that. The first time he had ever killed someone, he immediately told Chanyeol, who questioned him. He was hurt, of course, but he wasn’t going to tell the person he was friends with since 5 years old that he enjoyed slashing his girlfriend’s throat; that he finally understood the meaning of love. He covered for him.

The city would never come to find out about the 5 deaths, because Chanyeol would take care of it for him. Sometimes he questioned his best friend, wondering why as a police worker that he would do this. But Chanyeol let him know bluntly one night when they were drinking at a bar.

“I don’t know. I just know you, dude. You’re like my best fucking friend. I think… I can understand it maybe. I don’t want to though. But… I can’t let you get a death sentence. I wouldn’t be able to live with myself.” He took a swig of his beer and slammed his head on the bar table.

He laughed at that then. But it made him realize that his friend was really fucking stupid. Did Chanyeol ever think about the families and friends that would have to live with the death of their loved one? The pain and unknowing reasons why the women in their lives had just fucking disappeared? Died? He parked his car in front of the familiar apartment he'd frequent in the past couple of months.

“I have a favor. Can you meet me at…”

That was all it took. So Chanyeol planned everything out, down to the suicide letter. Let him know what to say to the police, and what questions he would probably be asked.

“Hey… don’t do that.” Chanyeol had finished washing his hands in the kitchen of Mina’s apartment, ridding of the blood. He looked at Baekhyun swiftly using a makeup remover wipe to take off the crimson lipstick.

He perked at the comment. “Why? It doesn’t matter.”

Chanyeol walked up to Baekhyun, watching as he continued to take off the makeup from the corpse. He sighed to himself. He didn’t know why he continued to do this, and got people to help Baekhyun with getting rid of bodies and making sure the public wouldn’t find out. It was just the loyalty that he had… something that his father instilled in him at a young age. He followed in his father’s footsteps, working in the police force.

‘’If you can’t be loyal to something as small as your best friend, you can’t be loyal to your country.”

And he took those words to heart. He didn’t want to disappoint his father. So as he watched his best friend of many years taking off fucking lipstick from his dead girlfriend, he didn’t say anything else.

-

As Baekhyun walked out the police station, he felt a twinge of fear; something that he had never experienced before in his life. He thought about you, as he made his way down to the parking lot to get to his car. He fidgeted his fingers in his hair, twisting it and slightly tugging on it, something he used to do when he was only a child when he would get in trouble. This was odd for Baekhyun.

Usually, Chanyeol would take care of everything for him. He wouldn’t have to be confronted by the police because, well, there was no evidence that trailed back to him. This time however, he called his best friend late at night so he wasn’t able to call for backup to dispose of the body. He told him that he would have to stage the scene himself, he wouldn’t have time to set everything up like he usually did or his girlfriend would get suspicious. He stated that she was already upset about him leaving in the middle of the night to go and see him, saying that it was weird. The more time he spent out, the worse the chances of getting caught doing something would prevail. Plus, he was a terrible liar under pressure. How Baekhyun hasn’t got caught yet was surprising to him.

As he opened his car door and slumped his body inside, he heard footsteps echoing in the half empty parking lot. He slowly closes his door and rearranges his mirror to see who it was.

You.

There was something that piqued Baekhyun’s interest… Maybe it was because you were an authoritative figure. He always liked that in a woman. He did prefer the submissive type, mostly because when things got out of hand, he wouldn’t have to deal with any fighting. But that didn’t matter right now because at this moment, as Baekhyun looked at you a little more… he could picture his entire life with you.

He thought that your hair was pretty, and the way you didn’t have any makeup further proved to him that you were a natural beauty. He did like when a woman did herself up, but really he loved it when they didn’t care about those superficial things. It made it easier for him anyways. You were his ideal type, strong, confident, beautiful. This would be the first time he went for someone like you, someone who matched him in terms of dominance. And he knew that he had to make you his.

So as he continued to watch you walk to your car, he looked onto the car seat next to him. He needed something to catch your attention, and his car keys would make the perfect distraction. He rolled down his window and threw them out, then he stepped out of his vehicle. He looks down on the ground to where his keys laid and stepped on it. Immediately, the car alarm started to blare, echoing loudly. He pretends to act shocked, scolding himself, playing the part. As he picks them up, he turns, seeing if anyone had seen, looking to see if you were interested in what just happened. And you were, you looked at him strangely, stopped in your tracks.

He waves to you, smiling. “Sorry! I guess my keys fell out of my pocket.”

You wave back at him, nodding quickly. “It happens!” You yelled back.

Baekhyun takes this as his chance to walk up to you, and you, you made the mistake of doing the same thing. His mind began to race as he watched you move each limb, your legs were sexy, they gripped around your thighs tightly, leaving little to his imagination. He hoped you were wearing a sexy pair of underwear underneath, something lacy, perhaps. But as he finally stops in front of you he gets to see those eyes of yours. And that did something for him.

He didn’t notice it before when you were in the confrontation room together because he was nervous, he was afraid he’d slip up. But getting to see you, when he was in his most confident form, he basically fell in love right then and there. You would get married to him, have his children. He imagined a long, overly outrageous wedding dress, something that attempted to outshine you, but it wouldn’t. Because you were the most beautiful fucking woman he had ever seen in his life. He can’t believe that he wasted so much time on those other women, those immature girls, you were so much better than all of them, in every way.

You gave him a small smile, pushing your hair back with one hand since you were carrying some documents. Baekhyun could smell the perfume you were wearing, he let himself memorize the notes. Vanilla… accents of Rum and Patchouli. He knew what it was.

He blinks before he lets a chuckle out. “This is going to sound weird but… are you wearing Dior?”

You pause, your mouth agape. You were probably impressed with him, they all were. He did work in the fragrance industry after all. He enjoyed it, it was the only thing in his life that he actually loved. To Baekhyun, creating a scent that could enhance someone, to make them desirable, create an immediate reaction just by the way they smell; that was powerful. Something as meaningless as fragranced air, essentially, could let him know what you were trying to go for. Something fruity… that was childish. But if you were an outgoing, bubbly personality, you could make it work. A perfume with stronger notes, lets say, an aromatic one. That would detail anise, lavender, lemongrass. That gave you a more sexy appeal, it drew your target in, wondering how someone can smell so fucking hot, that you wanted to fuck them.

“I am, actually. Wow, you have a great sense of smell,” You laughed as you blushed.

Baekhyun didn’t miss the way your cheeks flooded faintly with the rosy undertones, and he knew that he was getting to you, making his way into your mind, your thoughts. You were probably thinking, ‘How the fuck did he know what perfume I was wearing?” It could go one of two ways, one, you would think that he was fucking creepy. Or two, you were interested. And if you were interested, this would go perfectly. He changed his body language to something more comfortable, shifting his weight to one side and grinning.

“I work in the fragrance industry. It’s kind of my job to know about those things. Don’t worry- I’m not a freak. It’s a lovely perfume, I recommend it to all of my clients.”

“Lucky for you that ticks a box in my ‘Not Creepy Men List’. Well… have a good day.”

You start to head back to your car but Baekhyun dismisses that, he had to know more about you. He suddenly grabs your arm, to which you shy away from, taking a step away from him.

He withdraws it quickly though, shooting you an awkward smile.

“I’m sorry. I wanted to ask you something before I head back home. Is there any way I can get your number?”

That did something to you. Baekhyun watches as you don’t say anything at first, and then you start to stutter, gibberish spilling out of your mouth at a rapid pace. He holds back his happiness at that, loving the reaction you gave him.

“I-I uh, I don’t think it would be professional to give you that information Baekhyun. I have a boyfriend-”

“For the case. If I can think of anything else I can text you. That’s all. Not trying to flirt with you after I found my girlfriend’s dead body.” He attempted to make it sound funny, but you look back at him horrified.

You shake your head, smiling to yourself like you misinterpreted him. But you didn’t, Baekhyun knew that. He knew what he was doing and if he played his cards right, he would know everything he needed to know about you as soon as he got home. A simple search on social media with the number you would give him would show him your profiles, seeing as they all require a phone number to even sign up. However, the boyfriend comment didn’t go unmissed at all, he knew what he had to do. That was fine, easy even.

“Of course. I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to sound cocky or anything, I totally didn’t think you were flirting. Oh my god… I am so sorry.”

You start to stress out a little, and Baekhyun’s neediness to comfort you wants to take over, to hold you and make sure that you were alright; that you didn’t need to freak out for him. You were going to be his wife after all, you didn’t need to be so flustered around your soon to be husband.

You start to recite your phone number to him, and you look at him confused when you don’t pull out a phone to save it.

“Aren’t you taking my number?” You asked.

Baekhyun smiles. “I have a good memory.”

She juts her bottom lip out, looking impressed again. You finish telling him your number and the two of you part ways. He watched you as you left, just to make sure nothing bad happened to you. As soon as you’re not in his sight anymore, he pulls out his phone and furiously types in your number to his contact list. Tossing the phone back onto the car seat, he leans onto his back, putting his arms behind his neck. He smiles.

When the food was simmering away you were finally able to take a nice hot and thorough shower. This step was the most important one. It was top priority to get the blood from underneath your nail plate and the irony smell out of your hair. Most people don’t know but the smell of blood when you’re confined with it in such a tight space for so long, can really stick to oneself. So you scrubbed yourself meticulously. You used your favorite berry scented shampoo and you finally felt fresh when you hopped out the shower.

You wanted to impress Baekhyun. That much was true, yes. But not only with your cooking skills. You wanted to wow him. You pestered for a good half an hour on what you should or rather what you should not wear. After trying countless combinations you settled on a cute flowy summer dress. But unlike the ones you wear most of the time this one was more singed at the waist and under your breast which lifted their shape slightly, it looked flirty but not revealing either. Well behaved but not muted.

The print accentuated the feminine aspect of it. It had a beautiful nude color with deep burgundy red roses on it. At the hips the dress switched from being close-fitted to a nice flowey round skirt which gracefully floated to the middle of your thighs revealing just enough skin to want to see more. With this you paired a beautiful pair of high heeled sandals with thin brown leather straps that wrap around your ankles and slightly up your calves. The shoes elongated your legs and gave that extra sultry vibe to the look.

To dress up your decolletage you chose a fine gold chain with a discreet single diamond pendant and small gold button earrings.

You were not very used to wearing makeup but you still managed to whip up a natural look with discreet gold eyeshadow at the center of your lids, illuminated complexion with a pop of concealer and blush. And a cherry lip gloss that added a nice highlight and made your lips appear fuller.

You figured you might as well wear your hair in an updo because you knew you were going to continue cooking and you didn’t want to constantly keep brushing the hair out of your eyes. Plus that hairdo would allow your earrings to be shown.

Finally as the last (and maybe most important) step you picked your favorite perfume to finish off the look. An expensive and sensual fragrance of exquisite jasmine, sandalwood and mirabelle, a fragrance you would have to import directly from Sicily everytime you would run out.

And with that the look was complete. Nervousness suddenly hit you when you were finally done and your mind had nothing to think about but the incredibly handsome, infinitely gorgeous and astonishingly good looking man that was shortly arriving to take your virginity.

Your guts contorted into a tight knot when you thought about the eventuality of this late evening… Thankfully the sultry lingery set that you were wearring contrasted nicely with the cute dress you picked out. That gave you enough confidence to shake your head and puff your chest in the mirror. You smiled to yourself tucking away a rebellious strand of hair back in your bun.

When suddenly the awaited (and dreaded) doorbell rang. The whole appartement fell silent. Not even the boiling jjigae dared to make noise. Not even the busy Seoul streets. Not even your thumping heart.

“It’s okay y/n…” you breathed in and out deeply, closing your eyes and laying a trembling hand on your chest “you’re going to be fine”.

You walked or rather staggered to the front door to open up. When your feeble hand pulled on the doorknob and you laid eyes on him you held on tight to the poor metal handle just to make sure you were still holding onto reality.

Because there was no way in all heavens that Baekhyun wasn’t just an angel sent from above to grace you.

He was out of this world. He was wearing a white and navy silk shirt with text prints on it, even though it was a button down Baekhyun cunningly chose to not fasten many of them. The silver chains dangling low on his chest inexorably pulled your gaze down to the thin skin between his pecs (which he didn't fail to notice of course). He paired the shirt with tight black jeans that were perfectly hugging his robust thighs, the slim cut making his legs appear even longer. The fact that he wasn’t wearing that brown apron to hide away all these gorgeous features was completely and utterly unfair to your frail and inexperienced heart.

When you mustered the courage to finally look at his face the single dangling earring caught your eye first then the trendy black metal circled glasses and the slicked back blonde hair and finally the small smirk that was playing on his lips and when he noticed the slight tremble of your lip.

He looked absolutely deadly…

“You don’t look bad either” he said, practically reading your mind. His eyes trailing from the high heeled sandals and working their way up your legs to the stem of the dress to the curve of your waist to the fine gold chain resting on your collarbones and finally your eyes.

You thickly gulped down while he licked his lips seductively.

“May I come in?” he asks while stepping into your personal space. You catch a faint whiff of his cologne before you clumsily stumble back to let him in while he steps into the hall. A rich, earthy smell of burnt wood and vanilla, and of course, the sub aroma of coffee.

You tried your hardest not to decompose before his eyes and rapidly started speaking just to keep your mind from wandering too far.

“I didn’t know you wore glasses” you blurted out, speaking of the first thing that came to your mind.

“Well yeah… I have terrible eyesight” he said while squinting adorably and bringing his face close to yours. “I figured I might wear them to make sure I can see how pretty you were. '' He said, his face coming dangerously close to you and your heart started to race when your eyes trailed down to his pink pouty lips, instantly reminded of their soft cushiony feeling on yours. “Naah… I’m just joking” he said standing back up straight chuckling to himself, satisfied of sweeping you off your feet with only a supported look in your direction. “I only wore them for fashion” he wiggled his eyebrows amusingly and you laughed along with the much needed comedic relief.

“Well anyways it smells so good in here. What did you cook up for me baby?” he said, his deep voice dripping with honey. You definitely love it when he calls you baby.

“I made army stew” you shyly replied, averting his gaze.

“Oh I love a good budae jjigae” he says excitedly, eyes creasing cutely.”But” he spotted the wrapped box on the console. “What's that?” he pointed at the box.

“Oh I almost forgot” you swiftly grabbed the box and handed it to him. “I got this for you”

“For me?” he pointed at himself while delicately taking the box with his other hand.

“Yeah”

He carefully pulled on the knots and untied the ribbons then ripped the wrapping to uncover a brand new high end smartphone.

“Y/n… Are you serious?”

You couldn't make of Baekhyun’s reaction. He didn’t look happy, which was a surprise. Actually you can't tell what he feels at all.

“Well…I… I thought that this was better than your old phone that can’t even display your number when you call or send text. Sooo… I figured I might as well get you a new one” you sounded apologetic, almost regretful.

“Thank you” he finally said, beaming at you with such brightness.

“Do you like it?”

“Yeah of course it’s just that you shouldn't have… these are pricey” he said instinctively checking for the tag on the box.

“Don’t worry it’s not much for me” you carelessly said, which Baekhyun doesn’t seem to hear.

You proceeded to step in the living room. And Baekhyun was instantly taken aback by the luxury of the room.

“Y/n you told me you lived in an apartment! Not a penthouse!” He exclaimed, eyes dashing all over, taking in the opulence of the place. You laughed at his cute reaction. It’s true that you’ve been so accustomed to nice things that you don’t even notice them anymore.

“My dad got it for me recently” You said bashfully scratching the back of your head. And even if Baekhyun couldn’t possibly guess with that phrase alone what kind of activity your family was involved in, your guts still twisted in worry. The fact that this place was a gift from your father was the exact reason why it was so extravagant.

Your dad lived in a big mansion just outside the city, every corner of the place had rococo decor. Big Renaissance fountains and statues in the hall. Gold plated plumbing in the many bathrooms, high ceilings, black russian marble on the floor. The house was so conspicuous about the wealth of the people residing in it that it felt almost like a parody.

You on the other hand were the complete opposite. You always thought you got this from your mother. Before she died you lived with her in Sicily. You occupied a nice, rather big it’s true, villa. The place was comfortable and spacious but it was rather minimalistic. Nothing sparkled with gold and diamonds. It was more elegant. That's what you liked most. That was why, for instance, you wore discreet and modest looking clothes even if they were designer and made from the finest fabric they were still wearable and unnoticeable for the unseasoned eye.

So even if your dad made tremendous efforts not to slip into his faults, the appartement still had his personal grandiose touch.

“How about I let you have a stroll around the place while I serve the food?” you suggested with a smile and Baekhyun was quick to agree, almost instantly disappearing in the corridor.

While you were busy serving him a generous portion of stew you heard him yell from afar.

“That jacuzzi looks amazing!!!”

You chuckled to yourself and proceeded to serve yourself a bowl too.

“Y/n, I found that in one of the bedrooms.” he said holding a gold watch.

“Yeah it’s my father’s" you said, stirring the stew with the chopsticks while Baekhyun got seated.

“This gold rolex is your father's?” oddly, his voice sounded harsh which made you look up at him. His eyes are once again unfathomable, he stares back at you with that blank expression you can’t read.

“Yeah, he helped me move around some furniture in my bedroom and he forgot it here”

Baekhyun set the watch to the side. And when he lifted his eyes up again, their usual glow was back.

“I mean the apartment… the rolex...What does he do for a living?”

Your heart stopped.

The question made you freeze for a second as you sunk a piece of sausage to the bottom of the bowl, doing your best to not look suspicious of anything. Even if you prepared for that it still took you aback.

“Well, you know, it’s a small family business” you just vaguely responded, keeping your eyes on the stew.

“Well looks like business is really good” he said, opening his mouth wide, laughing with that crystal clear laugh that you love so much. A sound that melts the anxiety of the loaded question right away. Then he brought a big spoon full of the broth to his mouth. He didn't even bother blowing on it and shoved it in his mouth, closed his eyes and frowned. You couldn't tell whether it was because he got third degree burnt or because the taste of the broth was horrendous.

“So how is it?” you hesitantly asked, nervousness seeping from your word.

“Delicious! Oh my god!! Wow.” He went right away for seconds. “The food is too distracting right now but don't go thinking I didn’t catch you changing the subject” he said with a mouthful while you giggled awkwardly.

It filled your heart to the brim to see him enjoy the food you prepared with love for him.

“Well eat your heart out because I made six servings” you laughed joyfully. Then you heard a buzzing sound. Immediately Baekhyun set his chopsticks and spoon down to get his old phone out of his pockets. His eyes briefly swept through the screen, maybe reading a text before he shoved it back in his pocket and merily went back to spoon out some of the borth.

“Wooow” he exclaimed again, smacking his lips.

You laughed again.

Baekhyun ended up taking three full bowls of jjigae you never noticed before because you never stuck around in the shop long enough but when he eats he cutely hums songs happily as he stuffs his cheeks full. Baekhyun is not the shy eater type. He will try to fit 3 pieces of pork belly at once in his mouth and succeed most of the time which was an impressive skill.

The whole evening was going rather smoothly. Baekhyun was easy going and fun to hang out with. You almost forgot why he was here and what this night was leading to. You felt at ease with him. Happily chatting away, listening to his funny nonsense or complaining about annoying customers or even giving you interesting anecdotes on how he started his business. You loved the way his eyes lightened up when he was talking about what pasionnated him.

Baekhyun truly was a businessman. He knew about the stakes of good suppliers, customer relations and general management. Baekhyun showed great promise and you knew that in time, he would make a great head of the family by your side. The ruthlessness of your particular field of work was the only thing he was missing but there was plenty of time for that, plenty of time to ease him into the family business. And now definitely wasn’t the time.

But then your train of thought was interrupted by his phone, again.

Punctually his phone would buzz in his pocket and most of the time, he would ignore it but sometimes he would take it out and type a brief response.

Who is it?

The question was burning your lips and you wanted to ask so badly but your father didn’t raise you to be nosey. In fact, he raised you to be the exact opposite so you kept your indiscreet mouth shut.

As Baekhyun set his phone back in his pocket he raised his eyes back to you.

“Don’t worry baby it’s no one important”

Is he reading your mind ?

“Just checking the time you know” your heart sunk in your stomach. You immediately looked up at the clock hanging on the wall behind him. Almost midnight, it read.

“Sorry I should let you head home” you must be boring him you thought to yourself. Of course you were.

“No” he said, his voice shifting again, reminding you of the tone he used in the shop just yesterday. “I was just wondering when it was going to be time for desert”

Fuck…

Your heart jumped from the bottom of your stomach to your throat, over excitedly pumping boiling blood and adrenaline through your veins, making your cheeks and chest burn.

“Are you blushing baby girl?” he whispered while he leaned in over the table closing in the distance between you. “You’re so fucking cute”.

“Thank you” you squeaked, embarrassing yourself which made Baekhyun chuckle.

“Are you daydreaming about all the nasty stuff I texted you about?” you stayed frozen solid as you lost track of yourself in his dark brown orbs. He kept on leaning in, you licked your lips nervously and Baekhyun’s eyes instantly shifted down to them.

“You want me to make your dreams come true Princess?” Now his lips were grazing over your wet ones. This simple little touch sent a shot of electrifying sparks in your core. You nodded your head slowly.

“Say it” he whispered even quieter now as his warm hand slipped beneath the table and under your flowy dress, fingertips brushing over the thin skin of your inner thigh. You couldn't help but let out a meek little whimper which made him smirk. “Say it, princess” he repeated, his hand continuing to progress on your thigh until he reached the delicate lace lining of your panties. Not quite touching you yet. So close but yet so far.

“Please make my dream true, sir” you huffed, giving in, surrendering yourself without putting up much of a fight.

“Good girl"

Suddenly he crashed his lips on yours, kissing you passionately, prying your mouth open to taste you, not letting you time to protest but even if you could have it was never your intention. You waited long enough for that. And you chose him. With him it finally felt right.

Baekhyun’s pointer finger pressed precisely on your clit, applying pleasurable pressure on it, making you gasp and bang your knee on the table, nearly knocking over your half full bowl. as he put more pressure on it. Not giving you the satisfaction of friction just yet. Just driving you even crazier with desire. So in a shameful and unpremeditated reflex you bucked your hips against his single finger.

Immediately he retracted his hand and broke the kiss. You bit your lips in regret as you opened your eyes back up to look at him. A familiar evil twinkle was dancing in his eyes.

“What a naughty girl” he wrapped a firm hand around your nape. “Grinding her little pussy against me like this” the remark made you blush in embarrassment.

“Blushing again?” he asked, this time practically growling. “You’re really trying to make me go insane.”

At once he got up, making his chair fall back, he harshly lifted you up by the arm and flipped you over his shoulder with ease. Caring your body like it was nothing but a mear feather.

He walked through the living room and hall with big strides and tossed you on the bed, earning a yelp from you. He didn’t even bother to switch on the light, only keeping the door open, the lighting from the hall making the atmosphere incredibly intimate.

“Take this flimsy dress off. Now. Keep the heels” his tone was demanding and impatient. So much so that even the crippling fear of what you were about to do was swept away and replaced by the fear of disobeying your master’s orders.

You opened the zip in the back of your dress and just let it slide off your body, revealing the burgundy lingerie set you carefully picked out for him.

“Fuck" he swore under his breath as his eyes trailed down your high heeled scadals to the curved you thighs and your chest hidden away in the beautiful bra and finally to your glistening collarbones.

You swallowed thickly at the sight of the tent he was so visibly pitching in his pants, making it look incredibly uncomfortable.

“Fucking lace?” he asked, hands going to the navy blue silk shirt. “Only sluts wear lace” he grunted rapidly, shedding every piece of clothing he had. Even the tight boxers, making his thick and hard cock spring up and stand tall.

He looked glorious, the light from the hall was casting his large shadow on the wall, the silver chains and necklaces hanging low on his chest pulling your eyes further down to the incredible cock you were so vividly remembering from yesterday, your mouth instinctively watering.

“Spread your legs” he ordered and you did. Fat cock in hand he stood on his knees and harshly pulled on your hips to take you closer to him, you let out another whimper.

His hot tip touched your clothed little pussy, aiming directly at the sensitive bud. Baekhyun took a wicked pleasure in making teasing slow circles. As close to you as he was, the miniscule ply of fabric between you was way too much. So you whimpered again.

When his tip pressed on you, you suddenly got nervous.

“Please… I-... Baekhyun… I’ve never” you stumbled on your words.

“Don’t worry princess” he smiled reassuringly at you “I’ll make you nice and ready for me”.

He pulled on your legs and brought your hips to the edge of the bed, kneeling in front of you. He laid gentle kisses on your pubic bone before catching the lace between his teeth. He looked back up at you with the same eyes you saw in the shop, the same blazing desire that made your center quiver in anticipation.

He slid the panties down to your ankles where it hung on one of your feet.

“Will you be a good girl for me baby ?” he asked, voice strained and heavy while he eyed down your thighs tightly pressed together.

“Y-yes sir” you murmured, goosebumps rising on your bare skin.

“Then let me see your beautiful little pussy and spread your legs for me baby.”

With a shaky breath you parted your thighs slowly and as your knees got further and further apart Baekhyun’s smirk got wider and wider.

“Fuck” he breathed out eyes fixed on your aching, quivering center. His breath tickled your intimate parts as he leaned in. “Dessert is fucking served” he whispered before digging in. Instantly, he aimed his tongue at the swollen bud.

The contact of his wet and cool tongue made you arch your back, sinking your head back in the plushy mattress.

“Fuck you taste so good babydoll” he said not parting himself from you, vibrations pulling a sharp breath out your trembling lips.

This feels different from anything you’ve ever done to yourself; it has no comparison at all.

“You like my mouth on your soaked little pussy?” he asked teasingly, slowing down the pace, gently sucking on your sensitive nub.

“Yes, sir” you cried out, taking out the frustration of this slow pace onto the sheets, fisting them angrily.

“What about this?” he slipped one slender finger inside your narrow little pussy. Your lips rounded up in surprise as you hoisted yourself up on your elbows, wanting to see his face.

“Fuck” you swore when you felt his blunt nail pushed deep inside you, rubbing circles on your sweet spot.

“Aw baby! Does that feel good?”

You only nodded as a response, your eyes starting to prickle with tears as he started to pump his finger in and out, slowly at first but rapidly picking up the pace to a point where you couldn’t help but to let small whimpers fill out the space between the two of you.

“Aw baby you’re so cute getting overwhelmed with just one finger” he chuckled. “Are you sure your virgin little pussy can handle me?” Once again your distressed mind is unable to come up with words to form an answer but this time he stopped when you didn’t reply anything back.

“Yes!! Yes!!” you breathed out hurriedly when you felt the peasure gradually lessen, deserepatly, longing for him to finger fuck you again.

“What a good girl” he said as he slipped another finger inside.

“Oh my god” you cried again, this time you couldn't help two big tears to roll down your burning cheeks. You felt yourself deliciously stretch to his liking. One finger was easy but two was something else. A dull and muted pain made you wince. Baekhyun moved very gently, taking his time to stretch you properly. When you started to relax he leaned in again to wrap his mouth around your swollen clit.

“Fuck baby you taste delicious” he growled. Gradually the pain turned into pleasure and he picked up the pace again. Fingers furiously pumping in and out of you while his tongue skilfully circled your clit. Everything worked perfectly together like well oiled machinery. Rapidly taking you to your peak like an ever ascending rollercoaster.

“Are you going to cum my princess?” Baekhyun teased you.

“Yes!!” you almost screamed, nails digging at the mattress, practically tearing the sheets.

“I’ve never seen a virgin cunt so fucking eager” he said while digging one pointy tooth on your clit, pulling a loud gasp off your lips, making your walls throb around his diggits. “Fuck! What a dirty little cunt you have here. Sucking on my finger like this” he picked up the pace again and combined with the dirty talk you were done for.

But he abruptly pulled his fingers out your desperate little pussy.

“No baby” he said firmly “Good girls only cum on my cock”

Instantly you missed how full he was making you feel but nonetheless you nodded. Ready to comply with anything and everything Baekhyun said, completely wrapped around his fingers.

When he got back up his length was beet red, precum dripping down his shaft as the thick member twitched menacingly. He gripped you down and tossed you further on the bed, making room for himself between your parted thighs.

He gathered your wetness coating the tip and the shaft with your overflowing juices. Your heart loudly thumped in your chest when you peeked at the huge hard cock making its way to your entrance.

“S-should we use protection?” you stuttered. Baekhyun looked up at you again, his eyes were puzzled for a second.

“Aren't you on the pill?” he asked, lying still on top of you.

“Humm… Yeah” you said, averting your eyes.

That was a big fat lie

“But I mean still…” you continued hazardously. Mischief returned in Baekhyun’s eyes.

“Don't you trust me, Princess?” he started to rub small and teasing circles on your clit with his blazing hot and raw tip, you bit your lip down trying not to moan.

“Aaah… Y-Yes I do” you whimpered, pleasure making you forget about all your concerns.Well almost of all of them. Because when Baekhyun pressed his tip at your entrance you questioned him again.

“Will it fit?” you finally asked the question burning your lips, the one that has been stirring your stomach inside out ever since you got to witness the width and length of Baekhyun. Ever since you first gagged on his big fat cock.

Baekhyun’s mischievousness is gone. Only burning, raging desire filled his dark orbs now.

“Don’t worry baby… I’ll make sure it fits”

With that he finally pushed himself past your entrance.

The first few centimeters are the most painful. The thick head of the member, stretching your untouched pussy to a level you never thought could be possible. You winced in pain and bit down on your lip, eyes tightly shut. Slowly but surely Baekhyun found the bottom of you, finally linking your hips and his.

Your legs trembled when you felt his breath tickle the crook of your neck. The pain was unbearable, making your eyes water once again and your breath hitch in your throat.

“Fuck! You’re so fucking tight Princess” he growled in your ear while tears rolled down your cheeks.

“You’re so big… It hurts” you let out in a small sob, trying your best to accept him in your inexperienced center.

“Don’t worry baby it’ll feel good soon” he said gently brushing a strand of hair away. “I’ll make you feel good. I promise”

He gently pulled out almost completely, only the very tip of him was still hanging from your core. And he pushed back in, as gently as before. This time around was a little less painful and you were able to keep your eyes open just to see his face beautifully contort in pleasure as his eyebrows both met on his forehead. He bit on his lip, grunting while he filled you up again.

When his tip, pushed deep inside you, started to rub against your sweet spot, goosebumps erupted from your skin, the unexpected pleasure pulled a moan out of your strained throat.

He repeated the process each time it felt a little better, each time a little bit faster. Until it felt actually divine. You can’t believe how he got you screaming his name in a matter of minutes.

“Fuck baby, you like my cock this much?” he breathed out, half moaning as he furiously pounded into you.

“Yes Sir”

“Fuck what a fucking slut you are. Virgin cunt dripping and gripping on my cock like this?” he grunted nails digging at our sides. “Say you’re my little slut”

“I’m your little slut Sir”

“Good girl” he growled. “That’s right you’re mine. Only mine” he rewarded you with more punishing and divine thrusts inside your exhausted little body.

“Please” you cried out.

“Please what?” he said, not sparing any rest to your pussy.

“Please Sir let me cum” you sniffled, out of breath.

“What a good girl, begging like a good little whore” he said smirking at your miserable state while your pussy once again flirted with the edge. “You’ll only cum when I’ll tell you too”

“Pleaseee” you begged again, knowing you couldn't go on for long.

One of his hands left your waist to grab a fistful of your hair, harshly pulling on it. The sting made your core clench, gripping even harder on every centimeters of Baekhyun’s thick cock pounding inside you to rearrange your guts.

“Are you that fucking deseperate for my cum?” he growled, unforgiving hips still smashing yours.

“Yes please give me your cum” you begged him, knowing his release also meant yours.

“You want to milk my cum to the last drop right, slut?”

“Yes I’m a little slut hungry for your cum Sir” you moaned out, screaming and panting. This time you couldn’t hold it back.

“Cum for me. Now!” Baekhyun ordered and you gladly complied. Finally letting go of the knot that has been building up in your core for what felt like days. You felt the gushing of your cum being sprayed out of your core, soaking Baekhun’s muscular chest and the sheets. The overwhelming feeling took over you, rushing burning heat from your core to your chest, neck and face. The powerful orgasm swept you off your feet like never before. Never you were able to give yourself something similar.

“Oh my god Yes I’m cumming” you cried out while Baekhyun growled and pumped you full of piping hot cum, filling you up and eventually overflowing in a cascade completely coating your shapeless little pussy all the way down to your ass.

His thrusts gradually became more shallow as he hung his jaw open, finally grasping his own release. When he pulled out you felt a pool of your mixed up cum forming underneath you as Baekhyun crashed next to you.

“Fuck” he panted next to you before reaching out to you and nesting your exhausted and worned out body between his arms.

It doesn't take long before you both wandered off into a deep slumber, your heated cheeks resting against his damp chest, his calm heartbeats playing a soothing lullaby to your ears.

You are surprised to wake up all by yourself the next morning. For a second you imagined that all of this was just a dream. But it was before you shifted on your side and felt the slimy results of last night still coating your thighs and the soreness deep inside your core.

So maybe he just bailed on you…

Of course he did, he used you to get what he wanted and left. How could it have been different? He is perfect in every way amd you're just so… bland. So maybe this was your best shot at him. That was what your insecurities told you.

But right when worry was taking over your frantic heart your phone buzzed.

Last night was amazing, babygirl. Sorry I had to leave to open up shop… Maybe don’t come or call today because I’ll be too busy and I can’t afford to get distracted by your cute little face. It’ll be hard enough to think of your stunning naked body under me or the cute little sounds that you make when you beg me… Fuck i’m already geting of track anyways… I’ll text you later baby.

ily

-Baekhyun

Wait… ily as in “I love you” this is the best day ever… and he used the phone. And finally Baekhyun has a name in your phone too. He didn't have to think for too long when you thought his beautiful warm caramel brown doe eyes it felt like an evidence.

Bambi 🦌

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But tonight you were insatiable. At every peak it felt like you weren't going high enough. And everytime you would take yourself a little higher. By the fourth time you were remembering every single little detail of him and the outrageous things you did behind that fateful counter.

You remembered how he was actually the one requesting these depraved acts. You remembered how satisfied he looked when you decided to not waste a single drop of his precious nectar. You remembered how his lips curled into a sinful smirk when he pulled you up and slipped his hand under your skirt. You didn’t know if it was luck, practice or instinct but his finger aimed right onto your needy bundle of nerves, precisely pressing on your sensitive bud, pulling a sharp gasp from your swollen and bruised lips.

“Look at that. Babygirl, got this wet from sucking on my cock” his voice was strained from the recent orgasm. “Did you ever get this wet for anyone else?” he asked, his unclothed half hard cock was pressing against your stomach as he was leaning over you to whisper in your ear.

“No” you huffed, trying your hardest not to moan while his fingers were so teasingly playing with your bud, easily gliding on your soaked panties.

“You can only get wet for me. Do you understand babygirl?” you could only nod as your eyes fluttered close, mouth falling open while you fought the urge to rock your hips against his taunting fingers.

“Don’t let any of this go to waste. And make yourself cum for me tonight, okay?”

You dipped one finger into your heat as you fisted the sheets tightly. Another strangled moan dragged out of your throat.

“Baekhyun” you whispered to yourself as you recalled the way he felt inside your mouth.

You remember the way your lips stretched to welcome his hard member. How he gently pushed passed the back of your mouth right into your throat. You remember the sting on your scalp when he firmly gripped your hair to force your gaze up to his own eyes, dark, filled with a lustful gleam that you could have never suspected.

A second finger plunged into your center as you reached deeper, your second hand bringing much needed attention to your nub.

You are in a trance when you think back about his eyes down on you, the sweat on his forehead, the setting summer sun on his shiny blond hair, making his earring tinkle every time he would thrust inside your throat, relentlessly fucking your face to his conveninence.

“Aaaah. I’m close” you meekly whispered, shutting your eyes tightly while you thought about him even harder.

The graceful smell of his cologne mixed with the strong aroma of coffee. The melodious sounds he made as he was nearing his high. The absolutely filthy words he murmured to you as the unsuspecting seoulites were hurrying themselves home at the end of a hard day of work. And finally this taste. This delicious flavor coating your tongue, the hot thick liquid crashing on your cheeks. This taste.... this alluring, lewd and shameful taste.

“I’m cumming” you finally let out in a broken whimper while your orgasm washes over you and spreads burning heat from your center to each of your limbs, coloring your cheeks and chest bright pink.

You kick the covers off and take a second to catch your breath, feeling exhausted from the 4 orgasms you inflicted to your overwhelmed body.

You look over to your phone to notice with disappointment that you have no messages or calls…

When Baekhyun was pulling up his pants and you were wiping down your face with one of the clean dish towels he told you he would call you.

“What's your phone number baby?” he asked, giving out his own phone for you to add your number.

You took the device and added a new contact. You handed it back, he tipped something then turned the screen back to you,

“Look” he said, beaming at you brightly.

He had put a cute emoji of a lollipop 🍭.

“Because you’re as sweet as candy”

His smile was as bright as the sun and you couldn't believe that his small crescent like eyes were the same ones that looked at you with such dark lust a few minutes ago.

"Here give me yours too" you asked, your cheeks flushing in nervousness as you weren't just doing something a lot more embarrassing with him than asking for his number.

His smile faded and he averted his gaze.

"Sorry I don't really know it like that. I barely use the thing you know" he laughed, scratching the underside of his chin. "But don't worry I'll call you tomorrow baby”

When you were about to head out he stopped you.

“Hmmm… don’t come to the shop tomorrow, okay? You’re just so pretty I won’t be able to concentrate” he said, playfully bumping his pointer finger on your nose. He laughed again, that sound made your heart ring like a bell. A beautiful clear sound.

“I’ll see you tomorrow baby girl”

You heard his voice in your head and held the cellphone tight to your heart wearing the most content of smiles until you fell asleep.

***

You took a big spoon full of spaghetti and stuffed your face with it. It was your absolute favourite. It was only on rare occasions that you could eat real Italian food at an Italian restaurant in the heart of Seoul. And it was even rarer when you could eat italian with your dad. Because he always liked traditional Korean food better. Which you enjoy too, of course but you know… Dads, they like the things they know most. They don’t have the taste for adventure that they always talk about from their youth. Maybe it comes with paternity, but you will never know that.

“Hmmmm...It’s so good” you told him, ready to take another bite before even finishing chewing the previous one.

“Y/n…” your dad said, shaking his head and smiling at you. “You got bolognese all over your chin” he chuckled lightly. “Here” he handed you the clean napkin.

“Thanks dad” you smiled back at him with your cheeks still full. Suddenly you hit your forehead with your palm. "Oh….. I forgot to get your watch back" you father lifted his eyes from his veggie lasagna.

"What watch?"

"You forgot your watch last time you came to visit…" he looked at you with the most clueless eyes in the world "you helped me move around some furniture and you took off your watch because it was 'making your wrists sweaty'" you said air quoting the last part.

"Oh yeah!" he finally clicked "that old thing? It's no big deal" he cleared his throat and sat straight up in his chair. “So… speaking of which, how’s the life on your own in the appartement?” he starts biting on a slice of the ciabatta bread laying in a cute wicker basket. You could tell he was fainting to be detached.

“Oh it’s great” You chirped “Thank you so much, dad. I love it there! It’s so freeing to finally be able to do what I want when I want. And the jacuzzi on the balcony is the best part” The middle aged man sighed, saddened a little bit.

“Ugh… I knew this jacuzzi was a bad idea” he said, pressing his lips into a line.

“Why”? you blurted with round eyes. “I just said I love it!”

“Yeah that’s the problem… I was hoping that you would find life on your own maybe a little difficult and that you would want to move back into the manor with me…” He said looking up at you with a small sad smile.

“Dad!! You’re so silly” you got up your chair and circled the small round table to give him a big hug. As your dad pretty much rented the whole restaurant all to yourselves you didn't care if you were a little noisy or if you hugged him out of the blue and engaged in what would have been awkward PDA.

“But nothing is too good for my princess” he said, stroking your cheek before you took your seat back.

“Thank you so much dad. I love the appartement so much” you said, trying to reassure him with a smile.

“But I hope you know I miss you and that you can always come back to the manor when you feel like it”

The sweet and genuine words of your father shook your heart as you felt your eyes fill up with emotional tears. But you swallowed them down as you just smiled at him fondly. You were grateful to have such a strong and caring man as him as your role model and father. Ever since your mother passed away back in Sicily he took on the duty to raise you all by himself and teach you the values that had run in the family for decades now. The death of your mother really brought you and your father extremely close. Even if he was incredibly busy with work he would always make sure to have time for you.

Of course money wasn’t a problem in your household and that helped but still the family has worked hard to get there. The business was started with your great grandfather who hoisted the family up into history.

To chase away the heavy emotional atmosphere you proceeded to change the subject.

“Dad, do you remember that barista I told you about...” you start hesitantly as he stiffens in his seat.

“Yeah that Baekjeon boy” his harsh voice answers back.

The genuine smile instantly vanished off his lips as annoyance clouded his gaze, he focussed his eyes back on his plate of veggie lasagna.

“Baekhyun!” you correct him, trying your best not to roll your eyes at your strict father.

“Why do you keep talking about this stupid boy? Aren’t you interested in real men? What do you think of Chanyeol? He’s proved himself strong and trustworthy. He’s also very successful for his young age and despite what you seem to think he’s quite popular with women. If you don’t do something quick he’s going to be snacthed away from you and you’ll be sorry.”

You close your eyes and take a deep breath to refrain from yelling at your father. How many times do you have to tell him you are NOT interested in dating his associate?

“Aren’t you the one that always says we shouldn’t mix business and personal matters?” you talk back. Your father nearly chokes on his spoonful of lasagna. He throws you a death glare and you just smile back at him. He laughs too and deeply sighs as he thinks of how much you remind him of your mother. You really inherited her wits.

“Besides, isn’t anyone better than Seonjjang?” you say, laughing too. Your father blows raspberries as he sets his fork down.

“Why do you have to bring up this name when we’re having such a nice lunch?” he says, being overly dramatic. “The Lees keep bugging me with that marriage proposal…”

You both laugh out loud before the atmosphere settles down again.

“Anyways, about Baekhyun…” you start again.

“Yeah… What about him?” he scoffed, stiffening in his seat once more. He knows he shouldn’t be this blunt and close minded but the truth is… he hates to see his little flower turning into a woman.

“Well… I think he likes me…” Your father looked up from his plate, raising an unconvinced eyebrow.

“Really?”

“Yeah I think I have kind of a date with him tomorrow possibly?” your sentence was full of uncertainty, which your father didn’t fail to pick up.

“How did he ask you out?” He asked, annoyance building up in his voice.

Your father was kind of… old school. So there was absolutely no way in hell you could tell him about the sinful things you did in the coffee shop just yesterday. He would flip out… You just know it. Even if you were growing, he refused to see you as more than a little child that needed protection. You start to fidget with the stem of the white table cloth while your eyes darted all over the place as you tried to come up with a believable lie as quickly as possible.

“Well… I- We”

Right then a horrible scream resounds from outside the restaurant. A terrified scream that rips through the person’s throat. The shrill sound makes your guts stirr and you feel adrenaline rush through your body. The scream is saturated with profound pain, intense sorrow tearing through it and bouncing off every wall until it dies down as they don’t have any more air in their lungs. Somehow the silence is even worse. It was unnatural, capable of chilling the most courageous being to the bone.

Your father puts down his fork, sighing in defeat.

“Sorry my flower…” He says getting up from his chair. “I was really hoping I would have time to have a nice relaxing lunch with you but looks like dad has to go back to work early…” he says, lovingly swiping his rugged thumb on your cheek.

“It’s okay, dad” You smile back at him “I understand”.

As soon as your father disappears behind the doors of the kitchen your phone buzzes. You fish for it in your purse and pull it out. The screen displays an anonymous sender, the number is hidden.

“Hi babygirl. Did you think of me last night? 💦💦”

When you realize who it is you almost melt in your seat, your heartbeat instantly skyrocketing to an unhealthy rhythm.

“Omg hey! Hm… yeah I did 😳😅”

Your palms became sweaty when you saw the three little dots appear and disappear several times. Nervousness spreaded from your distressed heart to the pit of your stomach, making your guts anxiously slush around.

“Shit… Tell me about it baby”

You almost could hear his breathless voice saying this in your head. You hated how heat instantly replaced anxiety in the pit of your stomach. You hated how you couldn’t contain yourself when it came to him. But at the same time you loved the control he had over you.

“I came 4 times...😅😅”

You knew that you shouldn’t be this upfront but … you wanted him to know. You wanted him to know you couldn’t forget about his taste, about his smell, about the way he looked at you. You wanted him to know you couldn’t forget about him. You wanted him to know how much of a good obedient girl you were for him.

“Fuck baby, I'm getting hard”

Suddenly, another chilling scream echoed. You tried to chase the lingering shudder by shaking your head and focussing back on the text.

“What did you think about, baby?”

Baekhyun is typing back a little faster now. Your lips curled in a satisfied little smirk knowing he was getting as eager as you.

“I just thought about the way you felt in my mouth and the taste you had”

Once again the little dots blinked on the screen… And you waited for a response as an unspeakable uproar lifted from the kitchen again. It sounded like the whole collection of frying pans and pots was being smashed to the ground.

“Aww baby 😚😚 that’s so cute”

“What? 😫😫” you replied right away, feeling confused.

“Didn’t you imagine all the other things I could have done to you…”

Fuck… You didn’t even think about it to be honest. Just that one memory of him was enough to push yourself to your peak four times… and you didn’t even imagine anything more than what actually happened.

You unconsciously started to rub your thighs together, absentmindedly seeking friction between your legs.

“Right now I’m stroking my big cock for you, thinking about all the things I want and will do to you 😈😈”

You gasped out loud at such a bold statement, your mind racing to imagine the thick veiny member that was once in your mouth, but this time his hand tightly gripping on it. You instantly clapped your palm on your treacherous mouth. For a second you stayed completely immobile, eagerly waiting for Baekhyun to go on but there was nothing… so you dared asking.

“Like… what?” you typed hesitantly.

“Baby girl wants to know huh? 😏”

Goddamn the man never stops teasing. You sighed in frustration as Baekhyun kept the suspens whole. But you’re smart and you too can play that game.

“Yes… Please, I really want to know… Sir”

You smile when you detect slight panic or even flusteredness in the way Baekhyun frantically types and erases several times.

“Fuck... I love when you say that” you smile at the first and soon another one comes in.

“Right now I’m thinking about your cute delighted face under me as I slam myself into you while you cry out my name in pleasure.”

You audibly gulp down a lump in your throat as a frail hand brings your glass of water to your trembling lips. But not once you detach your eyes from the screen.

“I imagine how you shake uncontrollably, while I take you to cloud nine for the third time”

You can’t help but to bite your lip as you have no trouble picturing every single image Baekhyun sows into your fertile mind.

“I think about your broken voice when you beg me to stop, when you beg me to finally cum inside you”

At this point you feel your lower stomach throb uncontrollably at every word you read. Fluids start to soak through your panties hopefully not staining the burgundy velvet of the padded chair.

“I think about your eyes rolling back when you cum again while I press my hand around your little neck. Breaking your mind to pledge yourself to me.”

The hand that isn't holding the phone slips under the flowy dress to play with your already so eagerly swollen bud.

“Only me”

Your fingers glide on the thin soaked cloth and the anticipation got you already biting down hard on your bottom lip to keep yourself from moaning.

“Until I finally pump you full of the deliciously hot cum that you love so much”

Baekhyun definitely has a way with words, this way leads directly to your puss- heart! Directly to your heart. You’re so close. So fucking close, your mouth falls open as you struggle to keep your eyes open but you want to keep them on the screen, you want to keep reading these words over and over again until you peak.

But abruptly, again, another loud noise takes your mind off Baekhyun. This time the noise is louder. It wisps through the air in a loud bang that nearly shatters your ear drums. This time that’s it. Your frustration instantly turns into anger when you decide to go see what’s happening for yourself.

You push in the door of the kitchen.

You progress slowly through the room, almost blindly as the only light source is a single neon lamp above the sink. The wavering and buzzing light cast ominous shadows in the kitchen that looks immaculate. It looks like it’s been unused for the day. Like the shift has yet to start but you know for a fact your unfinished spaghetti was cooked here only minutes ago. However the place has been scrubbed spotless.

But even if your eyes can be deceived. It’s not the case for all of your senses. Your sense of smell on the other hand is well trained and seasoned. You recognize in a heartbeat the distinctive smell. A smell you came to know very well, a smell you grew accustomed to, a smell you grew comfortable with.

The ironish and earthy smell of drying blood.

When you push the second set of doors you step in what looks like a rather large pantry. Various hams and sausages are hanging to dry, food is stored on the shelves and freezers are placed alongside the four walls.

In the middle, where a flipped over cutting table used to be, you see a group of men standing in a circle.

“What’s happening here?” you yell pushing over the tall men to make some room for yourself. In the circle, there’s a man laying on the ground and your father looking down on him.

Immediately you are met with the eyes of the chef, the owner of the restaurant. He lies in a puddle of blood as more keeps pooling out of his open wounds. None of them look lethal. They were clearly meant to hurt not to kill. They all have a surgical precision to them.

“Please Miss help me” the man pleads in a strangled complaint. Eyes spilling with tears as hope bloomed back in his gaze, he difficulty crawled to you, gathering the energy he had left to lift a begging hand to your direction. “Please Miss call the police” his voice was strained with exhaustion. His facial features were receding from the ones of a human being. His swollen cheekbone was eating away at his bruised eye while his cracked lips were gushing out blood and his nose was unnaturally contorted. The man was disfigured into a persecuted monster.

When your eyes lowered to your shoes you realized they were soiled with blood.

You kneeled in the puddle of blood, knees and palms laying flat in it. You took the man's face in your hands.

“Thank you Miss” the man huffed as tears soaked his distorted and hideous face.

You heard your father chuckle at the man’s words, followed by the laugh of all the men standing in the circle.

“Did you…" you started very slowly "get my shoes dirty?” you whispered, raw anger lacing your voice.

“What?” Even if both of his eyes were swollen and couldn’t open properly, you percieved how his eyebrows creased in confusion. You closed your eyes and took a deep breath.

“I said” you had trouble keeping your voice down as your fingers intertwined with the man’s pitch black thick hair. “did you get my shoes FUCKING DIRTY?!?!” you yelled, lifting his head by the hair as uncontrollable sobs shook his body.

“First you make so much fucking noise I can’t hear myself think and now…” your high pitched voice rips throught your throats as you scream out “you fuking get my limited edition 2022 Milan Fashion Week Prada gladiator scandals dirty” With each word you smash the man’s face on the blood-soaked concrete.

“I’m sorry” the man sobs, coughing up blood. Your dad scoffed.

“You should have thought about that before not paying your debts when it was due 2 months ago”

“I was going to get the money, I swear” the words out of his mouth barely resemble an audible langage anymore and you had difficulty making sense of his jumbled up crying words.

“Do you know that thanks to you” You lifted the man's face again “Dad had to wait a whole more week to get the new Ferrari?” you got back on your feet and kicked the man in the ribs.

“I promise I’ll have the money by next week. I promise.” The man was frantically bawling, his broken voice cut by hiccups.

You laughed. The laughter sounded hysterical as you opened your mouth wide and threw your head back.

“It’s too late for that” you extended your blood covered hand out to the group of henchmen. “Gentlemen, who will do me the honor?” hurriedly every single one of them took their weapon and handed it to you. You picked Chanyeol’s chiseled gold colt.

You armed the gun as you pulled on the hammer and you pointed the barrel right between the chef's eyes. For a split second you catch sight of the white of his swollen and closed up eyes as they widen in terror. This feeling was indescribable. The feeling of having someone’s life at your fingertips. It was empowering, thrilling but most of all addicting. The way his face, unrecognizable and made numb by the pain, was still able to showcase pure dread; it injected in you a kind of primitive and predatorial confidence. A feeling you came to seek out more and more.

And as soon as his eyes opened they closed.

The loud noise of the gunshot reverberated in the pantry. The smokey smell of the gunpowder floated to your frailing nostrils and the body thumbed back down, immobile and lifeless.

The intoxicating feeling faded as soon as the life was pulled out of his gaze and you were able to calm down in a few seconds.

“That’s my girl” Your father said proudly puffing his chest.

You swipe a strand of hair out of your face, smearing blood over your forehead.

“Thanks, Chanyeol.” you say returning the revolver.

“Like father like daughter” one of the henchmen said laughing and pointing at the body with the blood stained barrel.

“Never trust a pretty face...” Chanyeol said, flashing you a charming smile. They all laughed at the joke.

“I know. Every Seoul family is scared of when you’re going to take over the business” your father laughs too. “My reckless little angel” he lays a soft kiss on your forehead and your anger melts away when you return a wholesome and shy smile to your father.

“That's a pity he made the best napolitana pizza in Seoul. Guess I'll have to fly to Napoli to get some now.”

Suddenly you feel you phone vibrate once more

“In coming call from: anonymous”

“Sorry dad but I gotta pick this up” you excuse yourself as you hurry to the narrow and unfrequented back street of the restaurant.

“Hello?” you answer, trying your best not to sound like you just ran a marathon.

“Hey? What you doing?” Baekhyun’s voice resounds through the speaker

“Yeah.. Um.. Sorry I kinda got interrupted…”

“I legit thought I scared you away. By who?” You were dreading this question so you did your best to avoid it.

“Aren’t you supposed to be w-working anyways?” you immediately pressed your lips into a thin line, your stutter giving away your nervousness.

“I mean yeah but you know it’s late afternoon and the shop is kinda deserted. And I was reminded of what we did right here and… you know, I wanted to do even more.” As the phrases progresses you can tell Baekhyun’s voice is getting ever so slightly raspier and the effect on you is immediate. You laugh nervously, trying your best to not seem like a prudish, scared little virgin girl.

“Anyways… I want to see you… Tonight” his commanding and firm tone pulls a smirk on your lips.

“Should I come to the shop?” you ask timidly, your cheeks burning so brightly you start to wonder if it’s possible to feel the heat radiating from your face through the phone.

“No… I want something more private. I want to see you where I've never seen you before” You know exactly what the words imply and the proximate probability of the eventuality takes you aback. Suddenly you feel nervous, you thickly swallow a lump in your throat.

“How about you come to my appartement? I just moved in… I’ll make you dinner” you managed to say without stuttering.

“A delicious homemade meal and an even more delicious cook? What else can I ask for?” You didn’t need to see his face to know he was lustfully licking his lips, thinking about putting to execution all of the dirty things he told you over text… and you would be lying if you said that you’re weren't thinking about it too.

“Then it’s a deal”

“When can I be over ?” he asked.

You swiftly look in your reflection in one of the restaurant's windows. Your face was smeared with blood and sweat. Your hair was a mess and your cute yellow flowery dress was stained. You had blood all over your hand and all the way up your elbows.

“Hum.. 7? I need time to get ready”

“I’m sure you’re perfect as you are” You laughed nervously again.

“Anyways… Don't think I didn't notice you not answering my question” He laughed wholeheartedly before going back to a serious tone “Who interrupted you in your own home babygirl? Not another guy right?” His voice had a chill hiding behind the usual brightness. A coldness you knew very well. A cold hint of jealousy. You smiled to yourself, satisfied to know Baekhyun felt like this at the thought of another guy laying hands on you.

Byun Baekhyun jealous for you? It’s something you never dreamed would happen.

“Don’t worry it was only my father”

“Oh…” he marked a silence “so you are a daddy’s girl?”

“Yeah kinda I guess”

“I get to corrupted daddy’s cute little girl” you almost choked on air “how fucking lucky can I be?”

He looks back up at you with a smile, “Bingo.”

You shout in excitement jumping up and down clapping your hands, you rush to hug the doctor. He swats you off as usual he hated any physical contact but you always bugged him nonetheless with hugs and kisses. He pushed his black hair from his forehead that had fallen out of place.

“You should see what’s on the slab.” He juts his jaw toward the inclosed glass room with a coffin like case that held him… You couldn’t have thanked for this day to come any sooner, you were as excited if not more excited than Sehun. You bit your lip excitedly skipping over to the glass door, opening it a cold burst of air hits you. You shiver once more, it’s even more cold than the lab. When you enter you let your hand slide over the case, you could only think of what he might look like now. You haven’t seen him in so long, the feeling burns your heart. He’s been on your mind since the accident. You carefully open the coffin like case, cold air emits from the inside seeping out. When it clears your eyes widen, he looks just like he did all those days ago. Just as charming as the day you met him.

“He must have went back to sleep, I can imagine this is all exhausting for him as well.” Sehun is at your side, hands behind his back obverting your reaction. He’s been awaiting your arrival since he brought back Baekhyun from the dead.

You look up at Sehun, a hand on his arm. “I’m so grateful, really. I feel like crying, I don’t want to ruin my makeup though.” You wipe a stray tear falling from your eyes. “He looks just like he did when he died. He’s so handsome, Sehun.” Besides the stitches holding his head and neck together and some along his chest, arms, and legs. He was covered in them, but he was still your Baekhyun.

“Anything for you.” Sehun smiles.

“But how did his hair become white?”

“I’m not so sure, it started to shift colors over the years…” Sehun furrowed his brows “If you want to wake him, you just need to warm him up a bit.” He goes around the other side of the case to the knobs that control the temperature, he turns the knob and you feel blasts of warm heat entering the room. It’s comforting from the cold room. You lean over the case watching his face intently. You want to be the first thing he sees when he wakes up, you’ve missed him so dearly.

“Please.” You whisper as you see his chest rise and fall calmly, you place your hand over his bare skin. It’s cold, obviously, but feels so soft. You and Sehun both wait patiently before you see his head move slightly. Baekhyun’s eyes slowly open, he looks around before his eyes land on you. He doesn’t know why but he is drawn toward you, wanting to get up and have contact with you somehow. He sits up, the sheet over him sliding down slightly.

You slap your hands over your mouth, your eyes are tearing up as you see Baekhyun move for the first time in years. “Baekhyun..” You call, his eyes are already on you. You can’t help but to notice one of his eyes are no longer brown, but a light green color. He makes a dull noise in response, he cannot remember how to communicate. His brain is working hard to even make him remember how to breathe and use his limbs.

Sehun looks away, “Y/n he-he doesn’t remember how to speak. That part of his brain is complicated.” He scratches the back of his head. “Maybe only very very simple words…But he can comprehend everything we say, he might have some trouble. He practically has to learn how to speak all over again.” Sehun’s words make your heart drop. Baekhyun’s voice was his charming point, he always had a way with words and loved to sing. All of that was gone, unless you could teach him again. Your bottom lip quivered, looking at Sehun who’s frowning back at you. It was all good to be true, but you were happy your Baekhyun was here.

Baekhyun stared at you with furrowed brows, he wanted to hold you so badly. He’s missed you for entirely too long. He tries saying something but it doesn’t come out, its a babbling mess. He’s embarrassed and looks frustrated, you place your hand on his back comfortingly.

“It’s okay my love. Im going to help you, no matter what. We’ll find your voice again.” You say sadly, Baekhyun feels the pain in your tone. He reaches for you and you instinctively walk into his arms, resting your head on his shoulder. You feel a sob wrack through your body, you can’t control the tears as they fall freely. After all this time he was here with a beating heart and open arms. He still remembered you after all this time.

“What happens now?” You ask Sehun, he clasps his hands in front of him.

“He has to stay in one of the housing units here, you should stay with him as well. We’ll have a nurse look over him with you, we will have to put him in classes for his speech.” He walks back around the slab, “It would be for the best, for both of you.” He smiles trying to brighten your mood. “I’ve got some clothes for him in that box not the table i’ll leave you to help him get dressed, we can get his housing set up.” Sehun exits the glass room, pulling the curtains over the sides for privacy.

You turn back to Baekhyun who’s holding onto your arm like a kid, “Lets get you dressed hm? Stand up for me.” He listens standing on wobbly legs. You pull out the clothing from the box, dressing Baekhyun as if he was a child. You pull up the loose pants over his hips and button them, Baekhyun grabs your wrist, looking at you intently. You’re confused.

“Are you okay? Is something wrong.” You try asking simple yes or no questions, feeling horrible he can’t speak back. He responds in a guttural sound, shaking his head. He’s frustrated, his eyes are trained on yours nonetheless. He’s determined to relay a message. He points to himself.

“You?” He nods his head. He rubs his stomach. “Belly ache?” He shakes his head no, demonstrating again. “Are you hungry?” Baekhyun nods, a smile on his face. His stomach growls in the silence, you’re taken back at his bright smile. His charming smile you’ve missed dearly.

“Okay, we can eat after you’re dressed okay?” You say grabbing the brown sweater in the box. Baekhyun nods, sticking his arms through the holes of the sweater. It slides over his lean torso and you adjust it comfortably. “Sit down, ill put your socks and shoes on.” You pat the cold slab. You frown slightly feeling how cold it was. He’s been laying on this for so long.. he must…

You turn Baekhyun around, pulling up his sweater revealing his back littered in sores. He’s been laying for so long, he must be hurting.

“Are you in pain? Does your back hurt any?” You ask turning him to face you, you’re frowning at him and he’s frowning back, shaking his head. “No?” He nods confirming, you rub his back. “Okay, if you say so.” You think for a second, “If you’re ever in pain you can cross your fingers.”

Baekhyun nods, he’s taking in all your beauty as you work putting his shoes on each foot. A smile finds it way back to his face, it’s a miracle he’s here with you right now. As you finish you stand back up, leading Baekhyun to stand as well. He doesn’t move, he grabs your arm pulling you to him. You almost fall over him, your faces inches apart.

“Baekhyun-“

He cuts you off with a kiss, his lips are cold but he can feel your warm ones. You’re so surprised your lips are trembling, Baekhyun’s hand cups your cheek as he pulls away. He smiles wordlessly at you. He can’t express how happy he is to be with you in this moment, he should be dead a long gone rotten corpse. But Sehun saved him, you dragged his dying body to his lab, begging to help your lover. Sehun couldn’t say no to you, he desperately tried everything, but failed. He had to freeze Baekhyun’s body to preserve his life. He stayed frozen for years, as you came to work for Sehun. Sehun had to experiment on Baekhyun many times till he found out what brought back to life this Frankenstein man.

You smile back at Baekhyun, you couldn’t help but to, his smile was always contagious. You pat his thigh before pulling him up from the bed. He wobbled at first, still not use to walking.

“Hold onto me, I don’t want you to fall.” You wrap his arm over your shoulder and you wrap one around his middle. Baekhyun held on, taking a step at a time out the glass room.

Sehun leads you both to the housing unit you both would have to stay. You werent complaining, you would get to be with your lover finally. It was a nice inside, not too big for Baekhyun to have to walk far to get to things.

“This is so nice of you Sehun. I’m seriously so grateful. I’m in debt to you till the day I die, if you need anything please just ask me.” You say side hugging him, Sehun laughs swatting you away once more.

“Dont say that, you work for me anyways. Thats enough for me. That phone by the sofa works, use it for anything you both need. Im sure you’re hungry Baekhyun?” He says shifting his attention toward the quiet man. Baekhyun nods, groaning he rubs his stomach to emphasize his hunger. “I’ll let you two settle in, tomorrow bring him to me so I can check on him.” Sehun says before leaving, you nod in reply.

Baekhyun drags you to the phone, sitting on the sofa as you dial the kitchen. “Do you know what you want?” You ask Baekhyun who nods, “Okay, what is it?” He has to think for a second before demonstrating he wants steak. You tell the chefs asking for two orders, they notify you it will be 10 minutes. You hang up setting by Baekhyun who just looks at you humming a tune. Your eyes shoot to his, you can practically hear his lovely voice singing the same tune. You grab Baekhyun’s hand holding it in your lap, warming up his hand.

“You’re still so cold Baek, let me get a heater.” You move to get up but Baekhyun’s hand holds you back, “I’ll come back I promise, it’s just in the closet.” He let’s go, a pout on his face. You return with a space heater, plugging it in and setting it in front the both of you. You also came back with a huge blanket, covering the both of you. You let Baekhyun rest his head on your shoulder, his eyes shutting.

“Are you sleepy now?”

Baekhyun makes a noise of denial, shaking his head. You grin, petting his head softly. Baekhyun hums approvingly.

“I cannot believe you’re here now.” You whisper, “It feels like I’m still dreaming for the day you come back to me.”

Baekhyun’s heart pounds as you speak, he wants to say and express how loved he feels and how much he loves you. He sits up, facing you. You watch as he attempts to relay a message. He points to his eyes,

“I?”

He makes a heart with his hands.

“Love.”

And he finally points to you, a smile on his face.

“You.” Your eyes begin to tear up when you finish the phrase. “I love you too, Baekhyun. Forever.” You sniff, holding him tightly.

You hear a knock at the door, assuming it was your lunches. You open it and a cart of food is waiting, you roll it inside watching Baekhyun turn his head toward the door. His eyes follow the cart as you roll it into the kitchen.

“Come, it’s lunch time.”

He stands, entering the kitchen slowly. His steps are wobbly, but he manages to take them and make it to a chair. You smile as you set a tray in front of Baekhyun, placing silverware beside it. The smell of food wafts to Baekhyun’s nose, he’s salivating at the aroma. You hand Baekhyun the fork and knife and they fall from his hands. Baekhyun pouts, picking them up but not remembering how to use them.

“Here.” You say gaining his attention. You demonstrate how to hold them and Baekhyun tries to follow. It takes him a few tries but gets it in the end. He’s cutting his own steak and scooping food into his mouth. You’re watching him enjoy his meal as you do so yourself. It felt like you were home, cooking for Baekhyun and eating together when he came home from work.

The old times.

Baekhyun saw how you stared off into the distance with a sad look on your face. He placed his hand on your thigh, tilting his head as if to ask what.

“I was just remembering something. It was about you.” You say vaguely, you didn’t want to put so much emotional stress on Baekhyun. It’s only his first day alive again, he needs time to adjust.

Baekhyun nods, finishing his meal. You clean up, setting the trays back onto the cart and leaving it outside the door to be picked up.

“How about, I give you a notepad to communicate. Do you think you remember how to write?” You ask, Baekhyun thinks for a second before nodding. He was unsure. You hand him a pen and notepad, he sits it down and grips the pen firmly. He struggles to remember how to write. He scribbles something that’s a little fuzzy to make out but you can read it.

“Dinner was great, I missed eating with you.”

You feel yourself becoming emotional again. As if you were falling in love all over again.

“Baekhyun.” You almost sob.

He writes on the paper again.

“Dont cry, I don’t want to see you sad.”

You shake your head, rubbing his arm comfortingly. “They’re not sad tears. They’re happy.” You assure him.

He nods, putting down the pen.

“I want you to keep this with you, it’s such a big help. I’m glad you’re able to write. I can’t imagine never knowing what you want to say.” You sigh. Baekhyun stands up and his arms are wrapping around you. His warm embrace makes you smile, standing up to fully hug him back. You feel his hand rub your back soothingly, it feels so unreal still. He’s here in front of you, hugging you and making you feel happy. You bury your face in his neck, sighing in content. You felt happy.

You could hear Baekhyun hum, assuming he was content as well. You pet his hair with your hand, soothing him. The sensation makes Baekhyun’s stomach fill with butterflies.

You woke up to the sun coming in through the blinds of the window, you shivered at how cold it was. You had turned the heater on last night, how was it freezing right now? You rolled over to see Baekhyun on his side facing away from you. He was still sleeping, his shoulders rising and dropping.

You smiled, seeing his cute little head peeking from the cover along with the round of his cheek. You scooted closer, wrapping your arms around his waist. He shivered slightly at the touch, whining at how cold your hands were.

“Good morning.” You whispered behind him, tracing one of the staples on his abdomen. “How did you sleep?”

Baekhyun hums contently, you take it as a positive thing. “Me too.” You smile, resting your head against his back. “I don’t want to get up. I’m still tired too.” Sighing, you closed your eyes for a second. “But Dr. Sehun wants to do a check up on you. So we must get up to start our day.”

Baekhyun made a noise of disagreement, pulling the covers over his head. You giggled at his cute display of a little temper, you rubbed his tummy lightly.

“Alright, alright. A few more minutes.” You placed a little kiss between his shoulder blades earning a sigh from Baekhyun. He turned around in your arms, his eyes peering into yours deeply. You take in the two differently colors of his eyes, his brown one warm and swirling with honey, the green one icy and cloudy. You didn’t understand why Sehun had left him with one green eye. Baekhyun looked handsome nonetheless, he was your Baekhyun, always.

“Hey handsome.” You grinned at him. Baekhyun placed a kiss on your forehead, letting his head fall back onto the pillow, humming.

“Good…morning.” His voice was unsure but he had managed to form the words. It was a shock to you, your eyes widening as you heard his voice for the first time in ages. Was this a dream?

“Baekhyun, y-you spoke.” You said in disbelief, cupping his cheek in your hand. “I’m so proud of you.” His eyes closed at your touch, a smile taking over his face. He was your smart and handsome Baekhyun.

You both started your day, you showered Baekhyun then yourself. Getting dressed and heading back to the laboratory. Sehun sat on his stool, reading over some stack of papers, looking up when you both entered.

“Ah, Baekhyun, Y/n. Good morning.” He smiled.

You held Baekhyun’s hand, looking at him encouragingly as he looked back at you. You nodded.

“G-Good morn…morning.” He smiled as he finished the sentence, Sehun looked surprised, his lips parted and eyes wide.

“Y/n? How…?” He stood from his chair, letting the papers he was holding sprawl across his desk.

“I don’t know! He said it to me this morning.” You blushed, hiding your face in Baekhyun’s arm.

“It’s only been a day, but that’s such good improvement. That mean’s his brain is developing healthily if he’s recalling some words.

Baekhyun made an excited noise, rubbing your back. You smiled up at him, leading him to sit on a stool. “That’s my smart man.” You giggled, watching as Sehun took his clipboard and pen. He began checking Baekhyun for any “defects” such as a lose staple or stitch out of place, any health issues, ect. Baekhyun sat still, fiddling with his hands as he watched you. He watched the way your lips would curl into a smile at something Sehun said and his heart would flutter. He was grateful to experience this feeling.

“Love.” His lips pronounced, your head shot to look at Baekhyun.

“Love? Is that what you said?” Sehun asked, Baekhyun nodded, smiling at you.

“L-Love.” He said once more, pointing to you.

“Y/n…” Sehun whined, clutching his heart. “I can’t take it!” Sehun couldn’t stand seeing Baekhyun struggle with communicating, but when he saw just how determined he was because of his love for you. It made Sehun’s heart explode with sympathy.

You laughed at Sehun side hugging Baekhyun comfortingly.

“I will try my hardest to make sure you’re able to speak again.” Sehun patted Baekhyun on the back. Baekhyun smiled, nodding. His eyes followed your figure as you walked closer to.

“I love you too Baekhyun.” You held his hand in yours, “It’s all thanks to Sehun that we can be together.” Your eyes darted from Baekhyun to Sehun, who’s eyes were becoming watery.

“This is all so much, I might cry.” Sehun joked, laughing off the tears. “Your check up is completed, you both enjoy your day. Baekhyun should have some speaking lessons today around evening.” He informed.

You nodded, “I’ll make sure he attends them, thank you again.”

“Oh! And make sure to keep him warm, it’s getting really cold out now.” Sehun called as you opened the door to leave.

“Understood!”

Baekhyun took speaking lessons well, he was still so very far from his end goal. But it was only day one, he would be there in no time.

You were skeptical about the one giving the speaking lessons, she seemed to get frustrated when Baekhyun could not pronounce something simple. You kindly reminded her of Baekhyun’s situation, with a cold voice. You wouldn’t tolerate any sort of behavior, not toward Baekhyun.

Baekhyun looked bothered when you entered the kitchen to check on him.

“Hmm? What’s wrong?” You asked, taking a seat beside him.

He took his time writing out to you what he was feeling.

“I did bad at lessons.” He wrote. “I can’t find my voice, I feel terrible”

You shook your head, “Baekhyun no! It’s your first day, she cannot expect you to learn in a few hours that’s not how this works. You’re doing so good and I’m proud of you!” Your words did little to Baekhyun’s sulking form. He still seemed bothered.

“Hey.” You said, rubbing his back. “It’s not your fault.” You hold his chin between your fingers forcing him to look at you. “I promise.”

He pouts before nodding, he seems to be less sad, you’re thankful.

“Tell me things you want to do!” You exclaimed, “We can make a bucket list for you.” Your smile was contagious, he couldn’t help but to smile as well.

He nodded, looking off in the distance as if to think. “Mmm.” He was having naughty thoughts if he was being honest, you in your nurse uniform made him think things. He wasn’t sure if it was appropriate now? You both were married but…this was under different circumstances.

“Love.” He wrote, he wanted you to guess.

“Love?” You questioned reading the one word over and over. You couldn’t think of what he meant, looking up at him. He had that smirk you knew, so well. You knew exactly what that look meant. Blushing you covered your smile with your hand.

“You still feel like that toward me even now…” You were flustered, thinking maybe that side of him was ready. “I don’t know Baekhyun.” You frowned at him, rubbing his arm. “Would you even be alright?”

Baekhyun nodded, taking your hands in his. His face as handsome as ever. His heterochromatic eyes looked into yours, taking one of your hands and placing it over his heart. It was beating rapidly, he heard the soft gasp past your lips. He gave you a lopsided grin, showing his cute little teeth.

You nodded, “A-are you sure?” He nodded as well. “Okay-“ He cut you off by bringing your lips to his, he kissed you with all the pent up tension in his body. Rubbing the side of your thigh, his hand traveled onto your hip, resting there. You felt him bite your lip slightly, pulling away.

He saw the breathless look on your face, your eyes half lidded and lips parted. You looked as gorgeous as ever. He pecked your lips once before kissing down your jaw, his hand on the back of your neck. He licked and sucked small love marks over your exposed neck.

Your light moans escaped your lips as Baekhyun traveled down further till he reached your collar bones. He tugged on your nurse uniform, leaning back to shake his head. You assumed he wanted it off so you stood, grabbing his hand and leading him to the living room. You pushed him down onto the couch, slowly stripping out of your dress. Baekhyun’s eyes trailed over your body, appreciating the scars and freckles he knew so well. As well as the swells of your breast and curves of your hips, he knew all of you.

He beckoned you with a finger, a lopsided grin on his lips. He looked so handsome demanding you so silently, so simply. You straddled his lap, your arms thrown over his shoulders. His hands rested on your hips comfortably, dipping down to place small kisses over your chest.

His white hair tickled your collarbones, you shivered at the feeling. He sucked in a breath feeling you wiggle right over his semi hard erection. He let out a groan, letting one of his hands slide down to grab your ass. Your back arched into his hand, letting him have it all.

Giggling when you heard him grunt and pull back to see your face. You looked back into his eyes with the same intensity. You ran your hand over his head of hair, before realizing how dressed he was.

“Take this off.” You tugged at his sweater. He listened, throwing it to the side without a thought. You took in his bare chest, staples adorning his abdomen and arms. Your finger tips brushed over them, earning a sigh from Baekhyun.

“How does that feel? Painful?” You asked retreating your hand, he shook his head with a grin. “Pleasurable?” You tilted your head in question. Baekhyun smiled even wider at your cute reaction, nodding. You didn’t expect that. He grabbed your hand, placing it over his abdomen where most of his stitches were.

“Mmm.” He sighed, “Good.”

Your heart skipped a beat when he spoke, his voice just as you remembered. Smooth like silk, and deep as the sea. Wanting to fulfill his every desire you dismounted his lap, sitting beside him instead. Your hand traveled lower on his stomach till it reached his sweats. You knew he wasn’t wearing any underwear because he refused to when you dressed him this morning. You pulled back the band of them and let it go, snapping against his skin. Baekhyun’s head whipped to look at you, his brows raised.

“May I?” You asked, letting your hand rest just beside his thigh. He nodded, leaning back on the couch. You slowly pulled him out of his confinement’s; or the lack thereof, earning a sigh from his lips. You brought your knees onto the couch, bending down to place a kiss on the tip of his hardened member.

Baekhyun’s eyes fluttered shut, his jaw tight as you took him in your mouth. Your tongue swirled over the head, before bobbing your head slowly. He opened his eyes to watch your sinful act, nothing your ass in the air his hand acted before he could think.

Smack.

“Hmm!-“ You gasped around his dick in your mouth, the sound coming out muffled.

Baekhyun grinned, smoothing the stinging sensation with his palm. He wanted to feel you, either it being with his dick, tongue or fingers. He pulled aside your panties, his finger making contact with your wet folds. Your back arched as you felt his cold digit curiously feeling you up. You stuttered in your motions as you hallowed out your cheeks and sucked faster. Baekhyun groaned at the feeling, his abdomen muscles tensing before your eyes.

You let your hand brush over his stitches on his thigh, watching as they tensed under your touch. His free hand came to grab your wrist, halting your movements. You released him from your mouth, looking up at him.

“Too sensitive for you?”

His chest was heaving, his fingers on your clit froze in their actions. He shook his head, releasing your wrist. With a grin you only let your fingers brush his staples casually…or purposely. Teasing Baekhyun was always your specialty. You let your jaw go slack as you let Baekhyun’s length hit the back of your throat, causing your eyes to water. He grabbed your hair lightly, not to steer your direction or thrust into your mouth. But to have some sense of being grounded as you brought him to the edge of his orgasm, he stopped you right before he could climax.

You released him, turning your head to look up at his breathless form. You were about to move but Baekhyun held you still, pushing you down over this lap. You were confused till you felt his stilled fingers on your clit move again. You softly moaned out, your thighs covering in goosebumps.

“Mmm.” You moaned as he pinched your bundle of nerves before releasing it and rubbing circles again. He dipped one of his fingers inside, earning a gasp from you. ‘Surprised?’ He thought to himself chuckling at your reaction. His free hand rested on the curve of your back, smoothing his hand over the arch and the curve of your ass. He ran his hand up and down your back slowly. His other hand working magic, pulling out curse words from your pretty lips.

You began grinding onto his fingers, the slender digit being enough to please you. Your thighs jiggling as he thrusts his fingers in and out, he was in a trance watching your backside on display like this for him-

“Stop-Ah!” You reached behind you attempting to grab his wrist, failing ultimately. Baekhyun paused, looking at your face for a answer. “I want to cum with you..please?”

A grin spread across his lips, nodding. You sat up, straddling his lap once more. You felt his dick slide against your folds as you sat down. You lifted yourself, grabbing his length and positioning it at your entrance, slowly sinking onto it.

“B-Baekhyun.” You looked up, peering into his eyes. His cheeks were rosy and his eyes were half lidded, exhausted. He looked ethereal.

His hands found their way onto your waist right above your hips, guiding your movements.

“Slow?” You asked, earning a nod from Baekhyun. You followed his lead, moving your hips against his in a slow dance. You felt the way his length hit deep within you, and you could feel his pelvic rubbing against your clit as he guided you. This was his plan, to stimulate you as much as he could.

You felt the familiar burn in your lower abdomen, the sensation you felt when you were about to climax. You held onto Baekhyun’s shoulders, your face contorting into a strained one. You doubled over, your face buried in Baekhyun’s neck, unable to move or you’d climax instantly.

Baekhyun knew this, so he thrusted up into you, listening to the yell of desperation escape your lips.

“Please-“ You choked out, trying to ground your hips as you climaxed all over Baekhyun’s length. He didn’t stop thrusting into you even when you were clearly sensitive and overstimulated. He chased his high, loving the cries and please from you right beside his ear. He carried himself to his own climax, his thrusts stuttering as his head fell back in exhaustion.

Your chests heaved together, both of your bodies spent of any energy. You felt the cum trickle down as you slid him out. Both of you gasping at the loss of contact, you collapsed back onto his chest, wrapping your arms around his middle.

“That…” You said before taking a breath, “was incredible.”

Baekhyun hummed in agreement, his hand petting your head tiredly.

“Lets shower and take a nap, hmm?” You offered, tracing the staple on his lower back. He nodded, patting your bum.

The water trickled over your tired bodies, as you quickly washed both of you up. Baekhyun took the sponge from you surprisingly and attempted to wash you. It put a smile on your face as he instructed you to turn around. He was becoming himself each day.

Stepping out of the shower you wrapped Baekhyun in a towel after drying him off. You did his skincare for him, unaware if this was even necessary. You avoided his staples on his neck as you rubbed in a moisturizer.

Baekhyun’s eyes stayed trained on your thoughtful face, he admired the color of your eyes, the roundness of your nose and the shape of your lips. He found himself smiling as you told him to stop staring at you.

“Look, now you’re all clean.” You turned him to face the mirror, hugging his arm. You watched as his eyes looked over himself, a small frown finding it’s way on his lips.

He looked like a monster, how could you look at him still when this was how he looked?

You caught his frown, turning to him. “Baekhyun..” You pouted. “You’re as handsome as ever. Dont let a few staples make you upset, I think they’re kind of hot.” You mumbled, your fingers brushing over his abdomen. He sighed at the sensation.

He knew you were right, but he felt like some monster. He wouldn’t let it bother him, he was still your same Baekhyun.

You cupped his face in your palms, forcing him to look at you. “You’re my little Frankenstien.” You placed a kiss on his nose then his lips. Baekhyun’s cheeks turned pink, your nickname making him flustered.

“My Baekhyunine.”

You sigh to yourself in admiration as you drop your shoulders, tension leaving your upper body while you fondly smile at the working man from across the street. You’re slightly startled when the busy Seoulites pedestrians hurry themselves when the lights turn green.

When you pushed the door of the shop for the second time today, the handsome blond man lifted his head and beamed at you.

“Y/n! I thought you weren’t coming back today!” Your heart skipped a beat when his honey voice chimed your name, making the blood rush to your cheeks. You chuckled bashfully at his words.

"Well… you know I always come back" you said discreetly wiping your sweaty palm on the back of your round skirt.

Everyday. Every single day you would come here to order your coffee. Everyday twice a day. Just to get the chance to see his beautiful face. Once in the morning and once in the evening.

You remember vividly how you stumbled here for the first time in a pure coincidence when the nearby Starbucks was unexpectedly closed. You came here, in the very small, rustic looking, coffee shop. When you pushed in the door in the middle of the afternoon it was completely empty. Rush hour was long gone by that time.

So nobody was waiting behind the counter. When the bell above the door rang in the empty shop only a calm low toned voice answered from the back.

“Coming” the voice said while you impatiently tapped your foot in frustration, still annoyed at the idea of kissing goodbye to your favourite overpriced coffee.

“Welcome to Le Coeur de Séoul Café, what can I get for you?” The handsome man said as soon as he fitted his large shoulder through the small door frame of the back shop. When you laid eyes on him your frustration instantly melted away. You remember how your eyes trailed up from his generous thighs, to the way his dark brown apron hugged his waist, how his loose white shirt revealed his collarbones, how bright and welcoming his smile was, how his healthy hair and skin shined in the golden hours and how his single earring dangled at the side of his face.

You were mesmerized at first sight. Absolutely bewitched by him.

“Miss?” he said, tilting his head when your response was overdue.

“Yeah. Hum. Yeah…” You cleared your throat. “O-one iced americano with two pumps of vanilla, whipped cream and caramel drizzles on top” you managed to say almost without stuttering, trying your hardest to act casual.

“Excellent choice, we just received new beans from Chile just yesterday. I think you will really like it” he winked at you. Your heart started to loudly thump in your chest, ready to profess undying love to this complete stranger. You swiftly laid a hand over your chest in a desperate gesture to keep the over excited muscle inside your rib cage.

“And what is your lovely name?” he asked while pulling a sharpie out of the pointed pocket of his apron. He lifted his gaze to you and you almost turned to a puddle as his eyes were deeply planted into yours.

“Y-y/n” you stuttered. Again. You bit your bottom lips to keep you from punching yourself in the nose.

His smile changed. He went from welcoming and warm to playful and maybe… Flirty? A change so subtle that as soon as his original expression returned you wondered if the half smirk was only a product of your currently very distressed mind.

“What a pretty name.” He said while his fingers delicately held the sharpie and the recycled cardboard cup. “As pretty as the girl wearing it”.

There it was again, the flirty smile. You definitely weren’t imagining things.

When the mysterious coffee man handed your order you wanted to dart out as soon as possible to save yourself from another heart attack.

“Thanks…” You started with both hands extended in front of you, eyes fixated on the cup, trying your best to spare yourself from the deadly gaze of the barista.

“Baekhyun” he chirped. “My name is Baekhyun” he said, pointing at the name tag on his apron.

“Thanks B-Baekhyun” you said as your eyes were once again under the spell of his brown orbs.

“I really hope to see you again y/n” he said simply.

You addressed him a polite smile and literally fled the scene, not turning around as you let the door slam behind you. Ever since that day you never went to Starbucks again. Firstly the coffee was not nearly as good and also… the service was just… better at Le Coeur de Séoul.

Over time and numerous visits. You got to know him a little better. You learned he was a one man business as he owned and did everything himself around the shop. And you especially got to learn that his personality matched his beautiful physique. To your abysmal despair Baekhyun was a beautiful person inside and out. You couldn't find him the smallest, littlest flaw. Not a single thing that would make it easier for you to keep your heartbeat in check. And everytime you came to visit, everytime you would hear the bell above the door and his eyes lifted to you to immediately turn into cute crescents while he adorably smiled at you… everytime you were inexorably falling for him.

“Is it because you can’t live without me?” Baekhyun said leaning on the counter as he playfully wiggled his eyebrows at you, his earring dangling. You scoffed at him as you were focusing back on what was happening in the present.

“Anyway you’re lucky because I was about to close up shop for the day” He said nonchalantly.

“Really is it that late?” You looked at the wooden clock hanging above the espresso machine.

“Yeah I should have closed 15 minutes ago” Baekhyun exclaimed pointing at his wrist watch.

“Sorry” you started “I should probably let you close down and go home” you turned on your feet but Baekhyun stopped you by suddenly holding your elbow.

“No…” you are surprised at the urging tone of his voice so you scan his face. Your eyes met and you saw an unknown expression swim in his brown orbs. Something that resembled worry but not quite. Something you have never seen before. Then he lets go of your arm. “I mean there’s no hurry. I have to make your order before you leave. I mean what if you write a bad review then tiktokers come here to make videos about the worst coffee shop in Seoul and I go out of business all because I didn’t fulfill your order” he rambles with exaggerated gestures and expression, instantly making the atmosphere lighter. You laugh. That was one of his many qualities. And a strong one at that. Humor was just natural for Baekhyun.

“Don’t be dramatic” you said as you relaxed a little bit.

“I know but it’s a possibility” he said, shrugging. “So what can I get for you?” Even though you were always ordering the same thing he kept on asking. You just gave him a knowing smile and he proceeded to write your name on the cup. “One iced americano with two pumps of vanilla, whipped cream and caramel drizzled on top” he said beaming at you again.

“Yes please” you reciprocate his smile.

He turns around to the machine then right before pressing the button he stops. And look at you over his shoulder.

“You know what?” he walked over to the entrance door with big strides and flipped the ‘we’re open’ sign to the ‘sorry we’re closed’ side, he even locked the door and came back behind the counter except this time he dragged you with him by the wrist.

“What about I show you the ropes of making excellent coffee?” he suggests.

He stands awfully close to you when the counter isn't standing in between the both of you and it is now apparent to you that this work space wasn’t thought for two baristas.

“Well… Yeah it could be fun” you reply trying to swallow down the lump stuck in your throat.

He smiles once again and your stunt by the brightness emanating from him.

He motioned to one of the many machines. You approached the counter.

“First, you have to put the torrefied beans in the grinder”

Instead of simply handing over the container with the coffee beans he stood right behind you and leaned over to pass over the metallic container. His chest lightly pushed on your back and you silently thanked all heavens that you were not facing him as your cheeks were burning.

With a trembling hand you took a big scoop full of beans and poured some in the grinder.

“Like that ?” You asked hesitantly. Baekhyun leaned again to have a better look. Your heart skipped a beat at the contact of him again.

"You can add a little more" he gently whispered as he wrapped his delicate hand around yours and shook it slightly to pour some more beans. You tried your best not to let him notice how sweaty your palms were and how you were literally trembling. "Okay that looks good" he said as he lowered your hand to put aside the scoop and the beans.

"Then you put the coffee grind in the filter" this time he takes a full step closer. His chest isn't occasionally leaning and brushing over your back. Now he's fully pressed against you. You stiffen and instinctively try to escape by moving forward but the edge of the counter is already digging into your hips.

You swear if you had time to close your eyes for a second you would be able to draw the entire outline of his body just by feeling it up against you.

Your heart was beating so fast and so hard like it was desperately trying to break free from your rib cage to run to your back and beat against Baekhyun's very own heart pressed onto you.

When the filter is in place he doesn't step back but at least he finally let's go of your hand.

"Now slowly pour the boiling water over it." He handed over what looked like a kettle.

You started to pour the water but again Baekhyun held your hand in his.

"You have to do it slower" he whispered as he leaned in, chin resting on your shoulder, his soft cheek dangerously close to the crook of your neck. "You have to make slow circles. like this" he skillfully moved your hand over the filter while the dark liquid was filling a small espresso cup right underneath.

The familiar and reassuring smell of coffee floated to you and it helped you focus your mind on something that wasn't Baekhyun's broad chest against you or his fluffy blond hair tickling your cheeks.

"Perfect" he praised you even though you were barely doing anything at all, simply letting him guide you through every step.

Once the kettle was empty the coffee seeped for a little while longer and you both waited completely immobile for the coffee to be done.

"Taste it" his honey voice whispered in your ear, sending swarms of butterflies fluttering in your stomach.

You brought the small cup to your lips and blew on it a few times. When the warm and strong coffee glides on your tongue it's unlike anything you've ever tried before. The earthy flavor is strong but has soft after notes of hazelnuts and cherries.

"It's delicious" you say smiling, settling the cup down and turning around in an attempt to make Baekhyun stand back but instead of easing your nerves it makes it worse because Baekhyun doesn't budge.

Your smile faded away as your cheeks flushed again giving away your nervousness and embarrassment. Baekhyun on the other hand doesn't seem at all aware of the concept of personal space as he looked completely unphased by the proximity of your two bodies. He even looks like he's enjoying it as a smirk pulls on his lips slightly. His eyes trail down to your lips which you hurriedly lick in worry.

As if it's even possible you feel him move even closer to you, pressing his hips into yours. You hold your breath in a useless defense mechanism.

"Do you know how fucking cute you look right now?" he whispers in a voice that sounds ever so slightly huskier.

The cursing takes you aback. It's the first time you hear him swear. It's so unlike him. This new facet of him wakes something inside you.

"Look at you" he brings one hand to play with a strand of your hair. "Looking back at me like a deer trapped in headlights. Being all flustered because I'm standing close to you. What if I did that?" Suddenly his other hand wraps around your waist. You gasped and thickly swallowed, trying your hardest to keep your knees from just giving out.

Baekhyun chuckled at your reaction as it was just what he was expecting.

"You look so innocent" this time he practically growled in your ear making the hairs of your nape stand as a shiver ran down your spine.

There was no way you were going to look like a scared prudish virgin - even though it was exactly what you were - in front of your ultimate crush.

"I'm not th-that innocent" you stutter instantly, betraying yourself.

Baekhyun tilts his head and raises a quizzical eyebrow as he curls his lips in a challenging smirk.

"Oh yeah?" He asks, inching his face closer to yours. You felt his warm breath fan your heated cheeks.

"Y-yeah!" You assure in the most assertive tone you can manage without your voice breaking into a squeak.

Baekhyun chuckles, being utmost unimpressed.

"Then kiss me"

The words take a couple of seconds to sink in. But you have to act quick if you don’t want to look like a complete fool in front of Baekhyun. So without thinking you get on your toes and press your lips onto his, eyes tightly shut.

You must admit that in the precipitation of all this you went maybe just a tad bit hard on it as you feel your own teeth being pushed onto the soft inside of your lips. Even as clumsy as you were, you feel Baekhyun’s lips pucker up to reciprocate the kiss. It only lasts a few seconds before you flatten your feet and part your lips from his.

When you open your eyes back up Baekhyun’s aura has completely changed. His energy is far from the jolly, flirty friend and it’s even farther than the professional and welcoming barista. The smirk isn’t playful anymore, it’s lustful.

“Baby girl” he cooes, dragging out the word in a sultry tone. “Let me show you what I meant”.

At that he kisses you again. This time it is a world of a difference from the previous kiss. Baekhyun gently lays his plump lips onto yours and you instantly relax into his embrace. When tension leaves the muscles of your back he gently licks at your bottom lip asking permission to go further. When you half-open your mouth he takes advantage of it and deepens the kiss.

You never tasted such an alluring flavour before. Your eyes flutter close as you completely give yourself up to Baekhyun. You can’t think of anything else but him. Nothing apart the softness of his lips, the delicious taste of his tongue and the enthral scent of his cologne.

As the kiss gets heated Baekhyun wraps his warm hand around the nape of your neck pressing your face harder onto his. The kiss becomes more passionate. Small little whimpers leave your lips every time Baekhyun briefly parts himself to catch a quick breath. Then finally he pulls back.

“Wow” you sigh in a breathless whimper, having trouble wrapping your mind around the enchanting moment you just lived. Baekhyun chuckled darkly.

“So fucking adorable” he said smirking again. “Look what you did to me” his voice went an octave lower as he rolled his hips into yours and you stiffened when you felt his hard member pressing against your stomach.

“Want to help me with that babydoll?” he placed your hand over his bulge, pressing on it to palm himself through his jeans with your cute hand.

You can only manage to nod because you cannot take the chance to open your mouth and accidentally let out an embarrassing squeal.

“What a good girl” he strokes your heated cheek while you keep your hand steady on his member. You can’t believe how lively it feels under your touch.

Then swiftly Baekhyun unties the apron at his back and roughly passes it over his head, slightly messing up his hair in the process. Seeing him so impatient makes your guts stirr. He carelessly throws the apron over the cash register and pulls on your wrist until his back hits against the counter and is towards the big shop window.

“On your knees baby” his voice is commanding and hoarse. You oblige and sink yourself to your knees. You’re now completely concealed behind the counter. From a passerby’s perceptive Baekhyun looks alone in the shop. Maybe he looks like he’s leaning back against the counter and playing on his phone when he’s in fact guiding your hands on his zipper.

“Take that off for me babygirl” With trembling hands and a thumping heart you unbuckle his belt and unzip his pants to reveal his black boxers and his big -to say the least- cock.

The thin fabric of his underwear does a poor job at concealing the thing. You can perfectly see the outline of his balls, his shaft and his head as it seems to be painfully restricted in the tight piece of clothing.

“That too” he says in the same hoarse impatient tone. You execute yourself pulling the waist band at his hips and immediately the swollen member springs free infront of your face.

The thickness is impressive. It's what you notice first. It's a first for you, seeing the male attributes this close. The head is red and swollen and transparent liquid seems to ooze from the slit. It’s the most appetizing sight you’ve ever laid eyes on, making your mouth instinctively water.

“Open up babe” he smirks again.

You open ever so slightly your lips and aim the tip of your tongue right at the slit. You're pleasantly surprised at the salty taste as you progress your lips on Baekhyun's shaft. He grunts loudly as you keep taking him inside your mouth.

“I’m the first one in this mouth right?” he says breathlessly looking down at you with desire.

Hell if he knew… he’s even your first real kiss. You nod, unable to speak as your mouth is crowded by the thick member.

“I fucking knew it” he says before taking a frim grip on your hair. The coercive sting on your scalp rips a muffled moan out of your lips “so fucking innocent” he sighs as he slowly pulls back. Once he’s almost completely out and only his tip is loosely hanging from your lips, he pushes himself back in, slowly, taking his time.

“I can’t wait to” when he reaches the back of your throat he simply pushes past it. Instinctively you bring your hands to push on his hips but the counter behind him maintains him secure inside your narrow mouth. “... fucking ruin you.”

You choke for the first time, audibly gagging on his length as you feel the pleasurable burn of his cock stretching your throat.

With that he picks up the pace and starts to pleasure himself using your mouth. He fucks your face however he pleases, caring little about your primary need for oxygen. You feel tears prickeling at the corner of your eyes and you instinctively close them. Baekhyun tightens the grip around your hair.

“Look at me. Baby. Look at me while you choke on my cock... Aaaah” he grunts, shamelessly filling the empty shop with pleasured moans. “You look so fucking cute with my cock down your throat”. You feel him twitch on your tongue.

He drags out a long moan as he pulls out completely this time. You gasp for air and cough but you don’t dare take your eyes off him which makes him smile in satisfaction.

“Fuck that was close” he says as he wraps his hand around his length, sweat is dripping down his temple as his white shirt is clamped up on his skin, making the fabric lightly transluscent. “You want more baby?”

“Yes, Sir” you blurt out, outing one of your kinks without thinking. You would have felt embarrassed if it wasn't for Baekhyun's reaction. His cheeks lifted up in a teasing satisfied smile. He was clearly enjoying the nickname as much as you.

“What a good babygirl you are” He cooes, parting your lips open with one hand and stroking himself with the other one. “You want my cum huh?” his fingers play with your tongue inside your mouth.

“Yes please Sir” you try not to sound too eager but you completely fail, sounding like you’re begging him for his cum. Which you are prepared to do if you must.

“Then do it. Make me feel good with this pretty little mouth of yours” letting go of his cock and your face.

Without further ado you wrap your lips once again on his thick cock. You start to bop your head on it while you give little teasing licks on the tip. Baekhyun sighs in satisfaction as his brows crease.

“Fuck” he curses under his breath, bucking his hips up.

You pick the pace and drop the teasing lick. This time you’re going in for the price, you make long movements along the whole member. Each time you take him past the back of your mouth and into your throat mimicking how he was fucking your face minutes ago.

“Fuck baby this is so good” his jaw fall open as more and more precum is seeping out his cock. “Focus your mouth on the tip” he breathes out. You oblige and hollow your cheek as you harshly suck at the swollen head of his cock.

“Fuck yesss fuck Aaaah” Baekhyun can hardly contain his moans anymore. “Jerk me off too” he commands in a raspy voice. “Are you sure you’ve never done this?” He gruffs, head falling back. “You’re so fucking good at this”

His praises make you double your efforts and you suck even harder, you bop your head even faster, wrap your hands even tighter around his base.

“Fuck baby you want this?” he huffs, his dampened blond hair sticking to his forehead, earring reflecting the late sun on the side of his face.

"Yes please” you says with a mouth full.

“Say it” he commands.

You pop his thick cock outside your mouth and start to jerk him with both hands from the base to the tip, the saliva coating his dick makes your hands glide smoothly alongside his thick length.

“Please sir I want your cum so bad” you beg. “Please I wanna taste your cum in my pretty little mouth”

“Fuck… Aaah… Don’t fucking stop” his chest is heaving up and down, his eyes are fluttering close as he grips at the edge of the counter, nails digging in the rustic dark wood. “I'm cumming” he whispers in a raspy breath.

You feel him uncontrollably twitch in your hands as he lets out loud animalistic grunts.

You stick your tongue out trying to catch as much of the thick fluid gushing out in long streams of hot burning cum. Some crash on your cheeks and across your nose but most go straight on your tongue and to the back of your mouth. You're surprised at the strong taste but it's a pleasant surprise. You love how his taste completely takes over your mouth as the thick cum coats your tongue and drips down your throats. You can't get enough of it.

You don’t want to let anything go to waste. Not after that long. Not after coming here twice a day every day for that long. So you scrape your cheeks with your fingers and bring the remaining cum to your mouth. You close your eyes enjoying Baekhyun's taste to the fullest.

Baekhyun didn't lose a second of the show. He enjoyed seeing how your virgin little mouth was so hungry for his cum. And he couldn't wait to make you hungry for much more.

"Not so innocent indeed" he said, smiling down on you.

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A/N: Sooooo how was it? Please don't hesitate to tell me!!! I'm really nervous about this one I need validation 😿😿😹😹. My comments are open my asks are open my DMs are open. I AM OPEN!! hehe. This part was only there to get the setting. Part 2 the real deal starts hehe 😼😼.

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