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“You said he’s been avoiding you all week?” your best friend whispered to you at the lunch table, slowly taking a bite out of her apple as she eyed something, or someone, across the room.

You simply nodded your head and let out a sigh, anticipating whether you should text him or not, but you figured if he’d been ignoring you for this long, it’d be useless.

You should’ve known from the moment you gave in that things wouldn’t be the same. With boys like Baekhyun, they only had one thing on their minds and they’d do anything they could to get it; and of course, you were one of the many girls who thought they could change it all.

It took a whole month before you slept with him. A month of non-stop back and forth texting, video chatting, sometimes even hanging out together in person whenever he’d “feel like it”, and if you weren’t blinded, you would’ve seen right through his entire facade.He wouldn’t beg because this is Byun Baekhyun we were talking about, but he’d hint at having you preform sexual favors and acts for him. You thought the longer you waited for it, the more he’d realize how unimportant it truly was, until you couldn’t handle it anymore and gave him exactly what he wanted. And to top it all off, it had been your first time. HE had been your first time. Baekhyun had this obsession with corrupting you for that very reason - he wanted to be the one to take your “innocence” and as perverted as it sounded, it was true.

“Well, he’s over there if you wanna talk to him..” your friend motioned to your side, where you caught a glimpse of Baekhyun and his friends messing around at one of the tables. Baekhyun was smiling and laughing about something as he leaned against the table, but when one of his friends, Sehun, caught your gaze, he whispered to Baekhyun who then looked directly at you with a smirk.

“Look y/n, if anything happens I’ll kick his ass alright?” she nudged you as you stood up and you nodded, flattening out your shirt before you headed over to his table. You could hear his friends start to whisper as you got closer and you rolled your eyes, ready to wipe that smug look off of the devil himself’s face, but he beat you to speaking before you could even open your mouth, leaving you flustered.

“Can’t you catch a hint?” he quirked a brow, raising his chin higher as he eyed you.

“I-I..” God damnit! Why couldn’t you say anything!?

He chuckled at your lack of replies and shot Sehun a grin; Sehun only rolled his eyes in annoyance and let out a sigh.

“You were good while you lasted babe, but all good things come to an end, don’t they?”

Your jaw dropped in disbelief. “How could you even say something like that? What did I ever do to you, Baekhyun!?”

“Well, I can list a few things you’ve done to me, not sure if you wanna go there though?” he bit his lip, causing his other two friends, Chanyeol and Jongdae to explode in a fit of loud snickers, further adding ice to your wound. You could practically feel the tears begin to well up in your eyes as you swallowed; Baekhyun taking immediate notice.“You’re.. You’re an asshole, you know that right?” you scoffed weakly, fists balled tightly by your sides. “It doesn’t matter anyways though, right? ‘Cause I mean, you’re tiny as fuck-”

Sehun choked on his spit at your comeback and all of Baekhyun’s friends at the table ooh’ed, leaving you with a little newfound pride in your chest, but of course, Baekhyun had to demolish it.

“Say it one more time, I dare you y/n,” he threatened lowly as he took a step closer to you. You inched back in response, still in a state of defeat and stayed silent, which only made him continue. “I could really ruin you if I wanted to, you know that right?” he mimicked you.

You took a shaky breath to calm your nerves; you were pretty sure you were trembling like a leaf by now, but you wouldn’t cave into his satisfaction. You weren’t going to let him see you cry.

All you could do was sigh. “I guess I never mattered to you, did I?”

“You didn’t, and I’d like to keep it that way.”

“Be careful!” you winced as you watched Jungkook attempt to get up from the couch he rested on, only to groan in pain and flop back down in the exact same spot as before.“I’m trying! It just hurts so bad,” he whined, rubbing his bruised knee. At a tour in Japan, he injured himself during a concert whilst singing and dancing to Blood Sweat & Tears - as he had gone into handstand position, ready to thrust down to the floor, he slipped and banged his knee on stage.

He continued the concert with a smooth recovery, which only lead to his knee injury to slightly worsen, but he insisted he hadn’t broken anything and that he was fine; only mildly bruised.

You told him multiple times once he got back to the dorms to go to the hospital but he refused and asked you to care for him instead; giving you puppy dog eyes all the while quivering his bottom lip - how could any human being refuse?

So here you were in the chilly dorm with steamy soup in your hands, ready to serve the tired, overworked boy who sat in front of the TV watching cartoons like a little kid that tricked his parents out of going to school on a Friday morning, pulling the “I’m sick!” card right before they’d leave for work.You set the soup down on the table and helped him elevate his leg back onto the couch, nodding your head at his “thank you" when suddenly, he grabbed your wrist and you froze, your eyes trailing from his black basket ball shorts, to his black hoodie, then his serious expression.

“Y/n..” he started quietly, grip on your wrist tightening.

“Yeah..?” you whispered. Why were you even whispering? it was only the two of you in the dorm.

“..Can you get me a blanket?”

“Seriously?” you rolled your eyes with a exaggerated huff.

“Pleeease? I’m cold and you know I can’t get it myself!” he begged, now shaking you wrists like a mad man and you snatched them out of his grip, holding them close to your chest and stomped off to the hallway closet where you pulled out a large, fuzzy grey blanket; Jungkook’s head leaned back on the armrest of the couch to watch your every move as you came back to the living room and unfolded the blanket before quickly spreading it across his body.

He let out a sigh in relief, cuddling up to the blanket and you sat down on the empty section of the couch by his hip, grabbing his bowl of soup carefully before placing it in your lap. You were about to scoop up a spoonful when you noticed he was now staring straight at you.“What?” you murmured, heat creeping up your cheeks under his burning gaze.“Is it just me or is there an angel in front of my face?” he cheesily winked with a smirk, poking your side playfully and you let out a chuckle, inching away from his touch.

“How long did it take you to come up with that one?” you commented sarcastically, taking no time in shoving his mouth with warm soup.