#baek;start

A soft sigh escapes him as he leans onto his desk, resting his chin in his palm. Class was boring like usual, but at least there was some form of entertainment- that being his tutor, Mr. Takamasa. The man was tailored to perfection and Baekhyun was smitten by the mere sight.

“Are you listening, Baekhyun?”

Today Mr. Takamasa was going over a few etiquette rules Baekhyun must abide by, but with the prince’s dazed stare; it was obvious that he wasn’t paying attention. Why should he though? He knows what and what not to do at the dining table. He knows the difference between a salad fork and a dessert fork, so this lesson was a little useless, honestly.

Starter: ♡   ⌠  ☆  ⌡—  ✍ : @abxavterno ( Miyavi )

Baekhyun trudges through his front door; a sigh parting his lips as he tosses all his mail ( mostly bills ) onto the closest table. Classes were boring and uneventful today; luckily, its the weekend, so he can spend most of his time sulking about his apartment while intentionally ignoring all of his responsibilities- like paying his bills. 

“I need a distraction.”  He spoke as he enters his room, his feet leading him toward his desk where his laptop resides. “Are you down to be a distraction baby-” The screens brightens and reveals his seeking arrangement account. He needed to pay his bills some way, though most would’t approve of his decisions, but to each his own. He scrolls through his messages, deleting all the crude ones, which was most of them if he were to be frank. However, he slowly came across a rather long message, more like a letter. “Well, hello there-” 

He quickly reads the message, brows furrowing slightly; it’s obvious that the male behind the message was knowledgeable just by his choice of diction and the way he carried himself throughout the message. Baekhyun was briefly informed about the male, and there was even some rules the man wished Baekhyun to abide. The only downside was that the male didn't send a picture of himself. Baekhyun even checked his account to make sure, but the strangers account was blank, save for some general information. It felt a little too good to be true, but Baekhyun’s fingers move on they’re own occurred. 

📲Sugar pop 😍🍡💦: I just locked up shop, but I’m heading to grocery store rn 📲 Sugar pop 😍🍡💦: Don’t miss me too much 😘

Baekhyun quickly sent the messages before placing his phone in his back pocket and pivoting toward the direction of the nearest grocery store. He would have driven there if Miyavi hadn’t dropped him off at work today, but it felt nice out tonight so he couldn’t complain much. Plus, he can count this as a little workout.  

An eerie feeling settles in the back of Baekhyun’s mind as he walks, but he pushes the thought aside as he mental states what he needed: ‘Okay, I need some shortening, chocolate chips, eggs, milk-’ A soft sgh parts his lips as the grocery store was finally in his line of sight. 

From the dim light alley-way came the most hysterical crying, instantly catching Baekhyu’s attention as he passed by, only for him to take a couple of steps back check to see who it was. The wracking sobs came from a carriage; someone had left their baby in a muggy alley and the poor thing cried in such a desolate way that no-one could bare to listen for long, including Baekhyun.

He did what any humane person would have done, quickly making his way down the alley to retrieve the sobbing the child. He could hear Miyavi already, proclaiming that they don’t sell babies at the grocery store, but Baekhyun couldn’t just leave it here. He frequents the local orphanage and though its sad, he’s pretty sure that a better home than this shit-hole alley. 

“It’s okay, mama Baek is here.” He coos once he neared the sobbing baby. Baekhyun peers into the carriage, only to find a sobbing recorder and a broken porcelain baby doll. 

@m-arcel

Baekhyun stared a the girl that sat across from him; he had no clue on how to start this conversation. Last night he had got completely drunk and called a random number and ranted on and on about his problems. This poor girl happens to be the owner of that random number, bless her soul. 

@nambaibo

Today had been the opening day of Baekhyun’s bakery, “Baeked Good” He and the crew were finally getting ready to close. They had already pre-made some dough for tomorrow’s orders and began cleaning the kitchen and sitting areas. The jiggled a sweet melody, signaling that someone has entered his fine establishment.