#exo au

“Go away, you’re sweaty!”

Chanyeol was laughing. He didn’t even pause as he headed straight for your bathroom, choosing it simply because it was a few feet closer than his own apartment down the hall.

“I don’t even get why you exercise so much,” you huffed, watching him disappear around the corner. “You haven’t changed at all since you started.”

That hit a nerve. “Say that again!” he shot back, his voice echoing against the bathroom tiles. “I’m gonna show you exactly how buff I’ve gotten.”

Within seconds, your phone began to vibrate uncontrollably in your hand. He was spamming you with every progress photo he could find, from his very first day at the gym to the most recent shot in his camera roll. You looked down at the screen as notification after notification popped up—it was a total digital ambush.

Of course, Park Chanyeol couldn’t just accept a defeat.

You were still wheezing, half-laughing at the sheer absurdity of his desperation, until your thumb swiped onto the most recent photo. The laughter died in your throat. You nearly choked on your own saliva, your eyes widening as the screen displayed something you didn’t expect. Among the mirror shots, he had accidentally included a nude—and yes, he was huge.

“See? Look at my forearm!” Chanyeol crowed, leaning over your shoulder to point at the screen. “You can’t tell me that’s not progress—”

His voice cut off with a sharp, strangled gasp.

“Wait—no, no, no!” he yelped. He lunged forward, his large hands scrambling to snatch the phone out of your grip. “Give me that!”

You managed to get out, though your brain felt like it had short-circuited. You pulled the phone back instinctively, your heart hammering against your ribs. “I-I didn’t mean to—you literally sent it to me!”

“I didn’t mean to send that one!” He looked like he wanted the floor to open up and swallow him whole, his face turning red. “I was just selecting everything in the 'progress' folder! I didn’t—I forgot—oh my god, just give it to me!”

Chanyeol lunged, his large frame blurring as he moved to snatch the device from your grip. You instinctively backed away, but your heel caught the edge of the rug, and you tumbled backward onto the sofa. Before you could scramble away, he was there—heavy and solid.

He didn’t mean to pin you, but in his desperation to reach your hand, he ended up hovering directly over you, his arms braced on either side of your torso.

Up close, the buff transformation he had been bragging about was a physical reality. He was radiating heat, his skin still glistening with a thin sheen of sweat from his workout that made the hard lines of his shoulders catch the light. He was all red—half from the exertion of his training, half from the sheer mortification of the photo—but he was also all him.

The scent of his cologne mixed with the salt of his skin filled your senses, dizzying and sharp. You looked up, and for the first time, you didn’t see your goofy best friend. You saw the expansion of his chest as he panted, the way his biceps flexed against the cushions, and the intense, dark look in his eyes as he stared down at you and your lips.

The atmosphere in the room shifted from frantic to suffocating in a heartbeat. Neither of you noticed the dull thud as your phone slipped from your numb fingers and hit the carpet.

Chanyeol tried to shift, but his thigh pressed firmly between yours, and you felt it—the rigid heat of his cock through his sweetpants, making a light moan escape your throat.

He lost it. He dived down, his mouth crashing against yours with a hunger that felt like he was starving. It was a claim, a desperate attempt to swallow the sound of your voice. Your fingers acted on their own, flying upward to tangle deep in his thick hair, pulling him closer until there was no air left between you.

Chanyeol let out a low, vibrating growl into your mouth, his tongue sweeping past your lips to find yours in a messy rhythm. Instinct took over as he began to rock his hips, settling himself firmly into the cradle of your thighs, groaning directly into your mouth at the friction, the sound rumbling through your entire body.

The heat radiating off him was driving you mad. Your hands slid down from his hair, your palms stinging as they grazed his damp skin, until your fingers hooked under the hem of his black shirt. You yanked it upward, peeling the fabric off in a flash and tossing it blindly into the shadows of the room.

Finally, your hands were free to explore. You traced the broad, hard lines of his shoulders and the deep ridges of his back, marveling at how solid he felt under your touch. He was warm, slick with the remnants of his workout, and every muscle you had joked about earlier was now twitching and tensing under your fingertips.

There was no need for words. In one fluid, powerful motion, Chanyeol gathered you up. You felt like jelly in his arms, your bones melting against the strength of his chest as he carried you the short distance to the bed.

The moment your back hit the mattress, he moved with a frantic hunger, his large hands hooking into the waistband of your sports pants and stripping them away in one sharp tug as you were taking your shirt and bra off. His dark eyes scanned the damp silk of your panties, seeing exactly what he had done to you. Then, he dropped.

Chanyeol buried his face against your cunt, the heat of his breath seeping through the fabric before his tongue followed, delivering a slow, firm lick right over your center. A jagged moan tore from your throat, vibrating through the quiet room.

“Chanyeol... please,” you gasped, your fingers clutching at the bedsheets as your hips arched instinctively toward him.

He looked up at you, his face flushed and his hair a wild mess, a dark, predatory smirk tugging at his lips. “Cute.” He reached up, his large hand splaying over your stomach, his thumb stroking your skin. “You’re soaking wet for me just from a few pictures?”

Chanyeol didn’t wait for an answer. He hooked his fingers into the lace of your panties and peeled them off, tossing them aside without a second thought. He shifted, settling between your knees, his gaze dropping to your exposed slit.

“God, you’re beautiful,” he muttered, his voice a low register that made your toes curl. “So pretty… and perfect for me. I’m gonna taste every bit of you. You want that, huh?”

“Chanyeol, oh my god—stop talking and just—” you choked out, your head tossing back against the pillow.

He leaned back in, his tongue swirling against your pussy with expert precision, finding your clit and flicking against it until you were shaking.

“Make me.” His hot breath made you shiver. He looked up again, his eyes locking onto yours as he used his fingers to spread you wider. “Tell me you’ve been thinking about this as much as I have.”

“I-I have,” you confessed, a broken sob of a laugh escaping you as he went back to work, his tongue heavy and insistent. “I want you so bad, Yeol. Please... don’t stop.”

“I’m gonna make sure your little pussy remembers all of me, doll,” he promised, his voice muffled against you.

You jammed your hand over your mouth, biting down on your own palm to stifle the shriek that wanted to tear out of you. Every stroke of his tongue was agonizingly perfect, filled with the wet, rhythmic sounds of his mouth and the frantic hitching of your breath.

Chanyeol looked up for a split second, his chin glistening, his eyes dark with a mix of pride and pure, unadulterated hunger. “Don’t hide it,” he growled against your inner thigh. “Lemme hear you, doll.”

“Yeol... please,” you whimpered as you finally pulled your hand away from your mouth. “You’re—you’re gonna break me—”

Before you could even process it, he slid two long fingers inside you. The sudden fullness made your eyes roll back, and your hand flew from your mouth to his hair, your fingers locking into the dark strands as you instinctively arched your hips, grinding yourself against his face.

“Fuck—yes,” he gasped, his hot breath blooming over your folds. “You’re so… so fucking perfect.”

“Ah—god.” Your fingers tightened in his hair, tugging him closer as if you could pull him right through you. “God—Yeol, you’re so much…”

Chanyeol pulled his fingers out just to spit directly onto his palm, slicking the moisture back over your clit and spreading you wide. He delved back in, his tongue mimicking the steady, driving thrust of his fingers.

“Goddamn!” he moaned. “You taste so fucking good.”

Your thighs were trembling so violently you could barely keep your legs open, the tension coiling in your gut until it was a physical pain. “Yeol, wait—stop! I-I’m too close!” you choked out as the first waves of the climax began to crest.

“I know, babe.” He didn’t slow down; if anything, he pressed harder, his fingers curling deep inside you to find the exact spot that made your toes curl. “Just give it to me.”

His mouth and the steady, relentless pressure of his hand made you lose the battle with your voice. A loud, broken moan echoed off the walls as your climax hit you like a tidal wave.

“Fuck—Chanyeol!” Your muscles clenched desperately around his fingers as you came, spilling over his hand and his mouth in a hot, frantic rush.

Chanyeol didn’t pull away. He drank it in, groaning low in his throat as he kept up the pace, trailing his tongue through the mess he’d made, making sure you felt every single second of the aftershock. You lay there, chest heaving, eyes blown wide as you stared at the ceiling, your body still buzzing.

“Good girl,” he panted, finally pulling back just enough to look at you. He was smeared with you and his own sweat, looking every bit the victor. “But I’m not done with you, love.”

Even though your muscles felt like water, the hunger hadn’t faded. You were still trembling, your skin hypersensitive, but as you looked up at him, your gaze immediately dropped to his erection against the fabric of his grey sweatpants.

Chanyeol didn’t keep you waiting. With a low, rough exhale, he stripped them off, leaving him in only his black boxers. The fabric was already darkened with a visible patch of precum, a testament to how much he had been wanting you while he was down between your legs.

He took a slow step closer to the edge of the bed. You reached out, your fingers trembling as you hooked them into the waistband of his underwear and pulled. As you freed him, his big cock bounced against his stomach, thick, pulsing, veiny, and mouthwatering, the tip already weeping with a fresh bead of moisture.

“Babe, you’re so dazed. You can barely keep your eyes open, huh?”

“No—I... I can.” The words felt clumsy on your tongue. You reached out, your hand looking small against his thigh as you guided him toward your face. “Lemme—”

Chanyeol let out a sharp, jagged breath as you leaned forward. When your tongue first swiped over the swollen tip, catching the heat of his precum, he hissed through his teeth.

“Oh—fuck,” he growled, his hand gripping your hair—firm enough to let you know who was in control. “I was watching you come, thinking about how much I wanna bury my cock so deep in your throat you can’t make a sound.”

You let out a soft, dizzy whimper, your eyes fluttering as you gave him those small, agonizing kitten licks, swirling around the ridge until he was shaking as badly as you were.

“Greedy.” His thumb dragged across your bottom lip, pulling it down to reveal more of your mouth. “I bet you wanna feel me hitting the back of your throat, huh?”

“Please,” you breathed, your heart hammering so hard it was the only thing you could hear. “All of you. Just... please, Chanyeol.”

“I’d love that, angel.”

You took him into your mouth, your tongue swirling around the head as you tried to take as much of him as possible, gagging, but Chanyeol had other plans. He let out a sharp, strangled sound and pulled back, leaving your lips tingling and empty.

“No—Yeol…” you whined, your voice small and thick with a dizzying need. You reached out blindly, your fingers brushing against his thighs.

“Trust me,” he rasped, his chest heaving as he stared down at your flushed face. “I’m not stopping. I just have better plans for that tight little body of yours. Turn over. On your belly, doll.”

You obeyed with a clumsy, heavy-limbed desperation, rolling over until your face was buried in the pillow. You felt the bed dip as he climbed over you, his large, calloused hands finding your hips and hauling them up. He held you there, your ass arched toward him, leaving you completely exposed to his gaze.

“God,” he hissed. “You look so fucking delicious from behind.”

You felt his tip—hot, blunt, and weeping—begin to rub slowly against your folds, teasing. You lost it, a broken, high-pitched moan muffled by the sheets as you tried to push back against him.

“Yeol, please,” you gasped, your fingers digging into the mattress. “I can’t—just... fill me up.”

“As you wish, angel.” He gripped your waist so hard his fingers left white marks against your skin, and then, with a slow, agonizingly steady push, he slid his cock into you.

You felt every inch of him stretching you out, claiming the space he had worked for. You felt your eyes roll back into your head as he bottomed out, burying himself deep inside you until your bodies were flush.

Chanyeol let out a deep, guttural groan against the back of your neck, his breath scalding your skin. He leaned down, pressing a series of heavy, open-mouthed kisses along your spine before giving the soft skin of your waist a sharp, possessive nip, cupping one of your boobs, squeezing you.

“Fuck—you’re so tight,” he whispered harshly into your ear, his voice trembling with the effort of not losing control immediately. “You feel like you were made exactly for me.”

“You’re... you’re so big,” your voice trembling as he began to move with a slow, deep rhythm. “Shit—please, don’t stop!”

“I won’t,” he promised, his pace beginning to pick up, his hips snapping against yours with a loud, wet rhythm. “You’re mine tonight.”

The last shred of Chanyeol’s restraint snapped. He began to drive into you with everything he had, his hips snapping against yours with a raw, relentless force. The bed cracked under the weight of his movements, a frantic soundtrack to the chaos he was wreaking on your body.

You heard his moans mixing with your own high-pitched cries. Your body was a complete slave to the arousal, your mind having long since checked out to leave only sensation behind.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck.” His voice was a ragged edge in your ear. “You’re taking me so fucking deep.”

You tried to answer, to tell him how much you loved it, but you could barely form a coherent thought, let alone a sentence. All you could do was sob his name over and over again, your fingers clawing at the sheets as you clenched around his cock with every thrust.

“Y-Yeol... oh god,” you gasped, your head thrashing against the pillow.

You could feel the tension in Chanyeol’s muscles reaching a breaking point, his breath coming in hot, ragged pants against your ear. “You’re doing so good.” His voice was thick with a looming climax. “So perfect. Shit—babe, come for me one more time.”

Your second climax hit, your muscles squeezing him with a desperate, crushing intensity. Chanyeol let out a loud, triumphant groan that vibrated through your entire frame. He moved with a sudden, frantic speed, flipping you over onto your back. He pulled out, and you watched through blown-out eyes as he rained over you. His cum landed in hot, heavy bursts across your thighs, your belly, and your aching cunt.

You tried to speak, to say something, but there was only panting. Your lungs burned, your heart hammered, and your voice was gone. Chanyeol was no better; he collapsed between your breasts, his heavy head resting there as he took deep, shuddering breaths. He didn’t care that you two were sticky with sweat and fluids; he just wanted to be close to you.

“Oh god,” he wheezed, his voice barely a whisper as he tilted his head up to give you a series of messy, uncoordinated kisses on your skin. “Remind me... to send you photos... more often.”

You managed a weak, breathless laugh, your fingers feebly stroking the damp hair at the nape of his neck. “I might not complain next time. I’d sleep better.”

Chanyeol’s head snapped up from your chest, a slow, predatory grin spreading across his face as he immediately caught your drift.

“I could definitely help with that. And plenty of other things, too.”

You let out a tired, mid-breath laugh, but the sound died into a startled whine as he suddenly shifted. Without a word of warning, he hooked his strong arms under your knees and back, hoisting your jelly-like body off the mattress.

“C’mon, babe.”

“Yeol, no,” you groaned, your head lolling against his shoulder. “I’m tired.” You felt completely drained, your muscles trembling with a bone-deep exhaustion. “I can’t... I literally won’t survive another round. My legs don’t even work.”

Chanyeol let out a boisterous, mocking laugh. He started walking toward the bathroom, his steady stride making your head spin.

“Another round?” he repeated with mischief as he looked down at you. “Imma think about it. But… I was thinking about an actual shower, you little deviant. Y’know, with soap? And water?”

Your face flushed a fresh shade of heat, and you let out an indignant huff, weakly smacking his bare, muscular chest. “I hate you!”

“You don’t!” His mockery was back in full swing. “And don’t hit me like that... it hurts! Jesus… I’m gonna skip the gym tomorrow. You drained me.”

You tried to sulk, turning your face away, but he wasn’t having it. As he kicked the bathroom door open, he kept ducking his head, trying to catch your lips with his own. He teased the corners of your mouth with tiny, nipping kisses, laughing against your skin every time you tried to dodge him. Even as you grumbled and complained, you found yourself leaning into his warmth, knowing that neither of you wanted to be anywhere else.

Schedule: Oct 1 - 31

DAY 1 - 𝖌𝖍𝖔𝖘𝖙𝖋𝖆𝖈𝖊 ↳ mingi (atz) + masks

DAY 2 - 𝖌𝖗𝖎𝖒 𝖗𝖊𝖆𝖕𝖊𝖗 ↳ mingyu (svt) + fuck or die

DAY 3 - 𝖘𝖈𝖎𝖘𝖘𝖔𝖗𝖍𝖆𝖓𝖉𝖘 ↳ jungkook (bts) + knife play

DAY 4 - 𝖇𝖊𝖊𝖙𝖑𝖊𝖏𝖚𝖎𝖈𝖊 ↳ bang chan (skz) + name kink

DAY 5 - 𝖎𝖓𝖈𝖚𝖇𝖚𝖘 ↳ hongjoong (atz) + somnophilia

DAY 6 - 𝖒𝖔𝖓𝖘𝖙𝖊𝖗 𝖍𝖚𝖓𝖙𝖊𝖗 ↳ yugyeom (got7) + gun play

DAY 7 - 𝖒𝖔𝖗𝖙𝖎𝖈𝖎𝖆𝖓 ↳ vernon (svt) + body worship

DAY 8 - 𝖛𝖆𝖒𝖕𝖎𝖗𝖊 ↳ seokjin (bts) + lovebites

DAY 9 - 𝖔𝖙𝖍𝖊𝖗 𝖇𝖗𝖔𝖙𝖍𝖊𝖗 ↳ wooyoung (atz) + step/fake siblings

DAY 10 - 𝖘𝖆𝖙𝖆𝖓 ↳ hyunjin (skz) + ownership

DAY 11 - 𝖜𝖎𝖙𝖈𝖍 ↳ taeyong (nct) + hexed sex

DAY 12 - 𝖍𝖊𝖑𝖑𝖍𝖔𝖚𝖓𝖉 ↳ jackson (got7) + scent kink

DAY 13 - 𝖒𝖆𝖉 𝖘𝖈𝖎𝖊𝖓𝖙𝖎𝖘𝖙 ↳ jongho (atz) + aphrodisiac

DAY 14 - 𝖘𝖙𝖆𝖑𝖐𝖊𝖗 ↳ taehyung (bts) + hidden cameras

DAY 15 - 𝖕𝖔𝖑𝖙𝖊𝖗𝖌𝖊𝖎𝖘𝖙 ↳ felix (skz) + punishment

DAY 16 - 𝖉𝖔𝖕𝖕𝖊𝖑𝖌𝖆𝖓𝖌𝖊𝖗𝖘 ↳ jaehyun (nct), keeho (p1h), taemin (shin), jungwoo (nct) + gangbang

DAY 17 - 𝖕𝖚𝖕𝖕𝖊𝖙 𝖒𝖆𝖘𝖙𝖊𝖗 ↳ seungcheol (svt) + manipulation

DAY 18 - 𝖉𝖆𝖗𝖐 𝖋𝖆𝖊 ↳ yeosang (atz) + sex pollen

DAY 19 - 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖍𝖆𝖙 𝖒𝖆𝖓 ↳ yoongi (bts) + drugging

DAY 20 - 𝖒𝖚𝖒𝖒𝖞 ↳ jeonghan (svt) + bondage

DAY 21 - 𝖕𝖊𝖓𝖓𝖞𝖜𝖎𝖘𝖊 ↳ yuta (nct) + fear play

DAY 22 - 𝖘𝖊𝖗𝖎𝖆𝖑 𝖐𝖎𝖑𝖑𝖊𝖗 ↳ yunho (atz) + blood play

DAY 23 - 𝖘𝖍𝖆𝖕𝖊𝖘𝖍𝖎𝖋𝖙𝖊𝖗 ↳ jongin (exo) + roleplay

DAY 24 - 𝖈𝖔𝖗𝖕𝖘𝖊 ↳ jimin (bts) + breath play

DAY 25 - 𝖍𝖞𝖇𝖗𝖎𝖉 ↳ jeongin (skz) + predator/prey

DAY 26 - 𝖊𝖛𝖎𝖑 𝖙𝖜𝖎𝖓𝖘 ↳ seonghwa (atz) + threesome

DAY 27 - 𝖜𝖊𝖗𝖊𝖜𝖔𝖑𝖋 ↳ johnny (nct) + knotting

DAY 28 - 𝖘𝖑𝖊𝖓𝖉𝖊𝖗𝖒𝖆𝖓 ↳ namjoon (bts) + suspension

DAY 29 - 𝖈𝖚𝖗𝖘𝖊𝖉 𝖕𝖗𝖎𝖊𝖘𝖙 ↳ baekhyun (exo) + corruption kink

DAY 30 - 𝖙𝖗𝖎𝖈𝖐𝖘𝖙𝖊𝖗 𝖉𝖊𝖒𝖔𝖓 ↳ san (atz) + humiliation kink

DAY 31 - 𝖇𝖎𝖌𝖋𝖔𝖔𝖙 ↳ hoseok (bts) + monster fucking

ⓘ 𝖆𝖚𝖙𝖍𝖔𝖗 𝖓𝖔𝖙𝖊

Happy (almost) Freaktober! Posting this a month early on purpose so I have extra time to prepare and get a head start on these. I've also been dying to share this ever since I finalized the schedule mid-July LOL. This is my take on the popular Kinktober event many writers do, where they take requests & post fics daily for the entire month. As you can tell, I’ve had my own ideas from the start that I’m really excited to bring to life so taking requests wasn't something I was interested in doing, and I wanted extra time in advance to write. So, my Freaktober Challenge is simply posting for 31 days straight and diving into darker content that I haven't really posted much of before! I’m hyped and hope you are all as equally excited as I am. Let’s get our freak on! – Raven

ⓘ 𝖉𝖎𝖘𝖈𝖑𝖆𝖎𝖒𝖊𝖗𝖘

These fics may contain dark content and heavy themes like dubious consent and/or consensual non consent; sexual + emotional manipulation; obsession; stepcest + taboo family dynamics; sacrilegious behavior; objectification + dehumanization; sex with supernatural beings; beastiality/zoophilia; drugging; intentionally impairing judgment for sexual gains; power dynamics; glamorized fetishes/kinks; unsafe kink practices; unsafe use of weaponry; stranger danger; cult behavior; murder + other death themes; violence; stalking; blood + gore; plus other horror-related elements or kinks that may trigger some readers. Please read at your own risk!

These works are fictional and written for adults who enjoy exploring horror-inspired kinks in a safe and imaginative space. They do not reflect the IRL behavior of these kpop idols, and I do not condone non-consensual advances, harmful behavior, or sexual violence in real life. These works are created for entertainment only. Always practice safe, sane, and consensual sex.

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“I didn’t think there were this many boxes!” Baekhyun let out a low laugh, resting his hand against the wall as he made his way down the last step. The switch clicked sharply, and a dim light revealed the space. The attic was bigger than they expected. It smelled like old wood, with a few empty shelves and dust gathered in the corners.

“It’s kinda cute,” he commented, glancing around.

You stepped in right behind him, your light footsteps contrasting with the silence of the place. The soft fabric of your dress brushed against your legs with every movement, the delicate floral pattern completely out of place in such a rustic setting.

“Cute?” you raised an eyebrow.

“I mean… it has potential.” He shrugged.

You crossed your arms, taking a better look around.

The air felt warmer than it should, heavy. No open windows, no breeze. Just the constant effort of going up and down, dragging boxes from one side to the other.

“Okay… break,” you murmured, setting a box down on the floor with a bit more force than necessary.

Baekhyun laughed, running a hand over the back of his neck. You brought your hand up to your face, brushing away a few strands of hair stuck to your skin from the humidity. The light fabric of your dress wasn’t helping much anymore, clinging slightly to your body, outlining the slow rise of heat.

He watched you for a second longer than he should have.

You let yourself drop to the floor without much ceremony, resting your hands behind you as you bent your knees, trying to catch your breath. The light fabric of your dress rode up naturally with the movement, the floral material sliding along your thighs as if you didn’t even notice.

Baekhyun ran a hand over the back of his neck, clearly trying to hold onto control that didn’t seem so steady anymore.

“You should be more careful,” he said, though it didn’t really sound like a warning.

His gaze dropped again, this time without any hurry and when it returned to you, the decision was already there, clear in the way he stepped closer.

“We’re not gonna finish unpacking this attic anytime soon,” his voice came out lower now, almost like a warning on the verge of slipping away completely.

Before you even had time to blink, Baekhyun moved in, gently tugging at your hair as he guided you down onto the  attic floor, his other hand slipping behind your head to cushion the impact.

His hand gripped your waist firmly, and his kisses turned slower, more deliberate — trailing from the edge of your ear down to your neck.

“I need to—”

You didn’t get to finish.

Baekhyun lifted your dress in one smooth motion, not saying another word — because by then, he already knew exactly what he wanted.

His hands moved to your thighs, warm and firm as he massaged and squeezed them, his long fingers pressing into your skin, grounding you in place.

“I’m gonna make you relax,” he murmured, breath uneven, voice low.

Without hesitation, he spread your legs, guiding you open — and the moment his fingers found you, a sharp breath left your lips. His touch was immediate, deliberate, paired with light, teasing pressure that made your body react before your mind could catch up.

He looked beautiful between your thighs.

Baekhyun’s long fingers moved with practiced ease, drawing out reactions you couldn’t control. The pleasure came fast, overwhelming, and it only made it worse — or better — knowing you didn’t have to hold anything back.

There was no one else.

Just the two of you, alone in the  attic of your new house.

“You’re already so wet,” he said, voice thick, almost amused.

Your hips reacted instinctively, a small movement you couldn’t stop — and he noticed immediately. The look he gave you shifted, something more challenging, more intent, as his grip tightened slightly. Every time you moved, he adjusted, keeping you right where he wanted you.

His breathing grew heavier, lips brushing against your skin between words.

“I’m not stopping…” he murmured against you, voice barely steady, “until you fall apart for me.”

Your breath caught for a second at that.

Heat rushed through your entire body, sharp and sudden. Your fingers tightened around the fabric of your dress near your chest, pulling it closer without thinking, trying to steady yourself — but it was useless with him this close, with his touch refusing to slow down.

And then he pressed deeper, more precise — finding that exact spot that made your entire body react instantly.

A louder sound slipped from your lips, impossible to hold back this time.

Your body tensed, then melted, clinging to him — to his shoulders, to the fabric, to anything — trying to keep up with the overwhelming wave building inside you.

“Baek—nngh…” you whispered against his ear, your voice breaking halfway through his name.

His hands held you tighter, more firmly now, and you felt your heart race even faster, trapped in a moment that seemed like it would never end.

It was too much — overwhelming. You couldn’t take it. You kept repeating his name like a mantra, eyes rolling back as you bit down on your lip, completely lost in the feeling. When he guided your hand and made you taste the mess left on his fingers, something in him shifted — like it only fueled him further.

“Again…” you pleaded, your voice barely steady, asking for more.

His hands moved over your body, exploring, squeezing and massaging your chest, giving equal attention to both as you gasped under his touch.

"Are you sure?" Baek asked, and you nodded in agreement. He aimed for your G-spot, pinching your nipples to make sure you were feeling pleasure.

Baek chuckled softly at your twisted words. Still with that provocative little laugh, he lowered himself once more, diving in to lick your clitoris and thrusting with great desire, making your feet twitch.

He was between your legs, so close that his breath made your skin crawl. The loose hem of your dress, made of light and soft fabric, fell around him, covering your head like a small refuge. The heat in your stomach became unbearable, and every time he noticed, he paused for a moment and looked at you, intentionally.

Finally, with your second orgasm, he licked you clean, all you could do was squeeze your arms tightly, causing your feet to contract. You were a little confused, trying to focus on him afterward, but ignoring how your muscles felt after that impact. “Wow…”

You turned your face toward him, a tired smile slowly appearing. “Wow, really.” For a few seconds, neither of you moved. You just stood there, feeling your own bodies slow down, the heat still present, but no longer suffocating as before.

Baekhyun looked at you again—this time with something much softer in his gaze. He reached out, tucking a strand of your hair behind your ear, the touch now calm, almost too careful for everything that had just happened.

“Are you okay?” he murmured. You nodded, still a little lost in the sensation. “I am..” He gave a small, satisfied smile, and then let his body fall to the floor beside you, letting out a long sigh.

Silence returned for a moment. Until he turned his head, looking directly at the stacked boxes around him.

“This can wait.”

You chuckled softly, turning your face to look at him: “Definitely.” Baekhyun let out another laugh, this time lighter, and closed his eyes for a moment, still lying on the attic floor. The new house could wait

“I'm so tired of this Baekhyun! So, so tired! It's always the same!” you crossed your arms tightly, nails digging into your sleeves. “How can you be so smart and still never listen to what i'm saying?” Baekhyun exhaled sharply, his jaw tightening. He knew you were right—He knew it the second your words left your mouth. He just wanted to be with you, pull you closer, act like none of this happened, but his pride came in faster than any of his logic does. “Because I’m deaf to your fucking bullshit!” Baekhyun snapped, his words hitting harder than what he intended to—but not enough to stop him. “Just leave!” He grunted, his whole body tense. The silence that follows was deafening. His hand twitches at his side, like he wanted to reach for you, but stopped himself. “I know this won’t work,” he mumbles. You immediately start shaking your head. “Wh-what? What the hell do you mean?” Baekhyun scoffs, already looking impatient. “You know damn well, we always—” “No, baekhyun!” You said, your voice breaking. “You’re acting as if I’m the one being immature all the time for–” “See! This is it! For the sake of both of us.. let’s–“ He hesitates for a second. “Let's break up.” He adds. Baekhyun’s gaze drops to the ground, his jaw still clenched. You were lost for words, for a moment, you can’t help but just stare at him while tears well up in your eyes. “Fine,” You mutter. “Don’t expect me to answer you when you regret this.” You walk away and shut the door louder than what you intended.

For the past few days, the only thing Baekhyun has done is rot in his house with his cousin and call you desperately. At least 3 times a day. You never answered any call of his despite everything, how much it hurts, you keep ignoring. You want him to realize how immature he was and come back begging for you and realize his mistakes, but you never expected him to come back like this.

“Baekhyun, you have to do something about this,” Chanyeol sighed. Leaning back against his chair. “You can’t sit and rot. Go win her back. Show her you’re a man.” He remarked. Baekhyun just stayed silent, staring at the floor as if it might tell him something. “Baekhyun,” Chanyeol called. “Would you stop fucking nagging me—” “Listen!” Chanyeol interrupted. “I have some contacts.” Chanyeol’s tone seemed to drift off, as if he didn’t want others to listen despite them being alone. “What do you mean by contacts?” Baekhyun questioned. “Those who can help you with your situation.” He finally says, his smile dropping. “People who make things happen.” Baekhyun lets out a scoff. “Yeah, threaten her to come back?” Baekhyun said sarcastically. “Not her,” Chanyeol muttered. That makes Baekhyun finally look at Chanyeol. “Then what?” Chanyeol’s head leans back. “You said she keeps ignoring you, right?, so make sure she can never ignore you ever again.” The silence in the room was loud. Baekhyun looked back at his phone, the 4 calls he already made to you. None of them answered, and his jaw tightened. “What do I have to do?”

Chanyeol reaches over the table beside him, grabbing a thick stack of cash tied together. He tosses it onto Baekhyun's lap. “Here,” Chanyeol says. Baekhyun glances at it, confused. “Go to the main road of the city. You’ll know who to give it to. He’ll carry a metal briefcase.” He says, sitting down on his leather couch. Baekhyun doesn’t even touch the money. “I don’t get it,” Baekhyun says worriedly. “This was nothing to do with winning her back—” “You’re building trust.” Chanyeol began. “Next week, you’ll go by yourself, to meet a guy I know. Do you want to see what she’s doing?” He bickered. “Yes,” Baekhyun said quickly. “Yes.. please.” He whispered. “Great.” Chanyeol responded. “This guy will keep an eye on her.” “What?,” Baekhyun asked. “I don’t want someone to stalk her!” Baekhyun accused. Chanyeol lets out a low, dry laugh “No one’s stalking her. Relax” Chanyeol almost smirks. “He’s gonna make sure you're not the only one who cares where she is.” Baekhyun knew how wrong that was, to stalk and invade your privacy. But on the other side, imagining you with another man, laughing, letting anyone that isn’t him close. “He’ll tell me when she’s with someone else?” Baekhyun says quietly. Chanyeol’s lips just barely twitch.“Of course.” Baekhyun looks at the money on his lap, doubting. And then slowly—he picks it up. “Main road you say..”

Baekhyun was terrified walking around with that amount of cash in his pocket. What if a policeman came near? What if the man with the briefcase is an undercover cop? What if—

His thoughts get cut off when he sees the briefcase man. Baekhyun doesn’t dare to breathe near him and just hands him the cash while the man hands him the briefcase. Before Baekhyun could turn, the man says “Hey, you’re the one with the girlfriend, right? Chanyeol told me.” Baekhyun’s too terrified to say anything, so he just simply nods. “Look, I already know her name,” the man explains. “I already have my eyes on her. Give me your number and I’ll send you everything you want me to.” And right then, in that moment, Baekhyun knew he was too deep to back off. He knew that he should just simply go and apologize, but this, knowing he could win you so easily without hurting his ego, without seeming pathetic while apologizing, seemed like too good in his eyes.

While Baekhyun was gaining more trust by morally grey people, he was still thinking about you, trying to call you from different phones since you blocked your number. Since then, Baekhyun had fallen into drinking and smoking to get a short dopamine spike so it wouldn’t feel like you’re gone. Baekhyun was smoking another cigarette while Chanyeol came into the room. “Smoking now?” Chanyeol teased. “You’re a real tryhard gangster now.” Baekhyun rolled his eyes and lit the cigarette. “Shut up, dumbass.” Chanyeol sneered and raised his eyebrow. “Still desperate for her? Trust me, you’ll get her soon.” Baekhyun shook his head and sighed. “It’s been a week. Gosh, I could have—” Baekhyun’s speech gets interrupted by a notification on his phone. “What is it?” Chanyeol asks, leaning in closer. Baekhyun doesn’t reply right away, his eyes are locked on the screen, it’s a message, from a number he doesn’t recognize. “Open it,” Chanyeol said simply. “It’s probably your ex’s stalker.” Chanyeol taunted. Baekhyun shoots him an annoyed glance before opening the message. It simply says: “She was alone all day.”

“That’s it?” Baekhyun mutters, his whole mood shifted in an instant. Chanyeol glances at Baekhyun, amused. “You’re so pathetic, Baek.” Chanyeol lets out a scoff and walks away from the room like it’s nothing. Baekhyun rolled his eyes with annoyance, but then he stared back at the message. First—relief settles in, quick. No one else is taking his place for now. But it doesn’t last. Because right under that, he felt terribly guilty for invading all of your space, knowing things he shouldn’t. Baekhyun exhales slowly, running a hand through his hair. He knows he can stop anytime. He should stop. But he knows that if he stops now, he’ll go back to knowing nothing about you. And somehow, that’s even worse. “Just a bit longer..” Baekhyun mutters under his breath.

Everyday when he would get anonymous updates about you, the guilt about it fades a little more, or maybe the feeling of possession than the guilt ever was.

And with each message, Baekhyun would get more noticeably confident. He would begin to ask questions. Some were harmless, such as “How did she look today?” And then, they get less harmless, such as “Was she wearing something revealing?”. It doesn’t stop there. Because sometimes—messages aren’t enough. Photos are better, even if they’re harder to get.

“Baek, you’ve been all day on your phone checking it like crazy. You know he sends an update once a day.” Chanyeol mutters, watching from across the room. Baekhyun doesn’t reply, doesn’t even look up. He keeps staring at his phone screen. “Baekhyun!” He calls. “What do you want?” Baekhyun asks with irritation clear in his voice. Silence stretches between them before Chanyeol exhales. “I’ve never seen someone this desperate for a woman that—” “Oh my god, shut the hell up!” Baekhyun snaps. His words come out fast. Harsh. The sound of the chair scraping against the floor fills the room as Baekhyun stands up abruptly. “Yes, I am desperate.” He says, voice rising. “Yes—I’ll do anything so she won’t go with another man.” Baekhyun starts pacing around the room, hand running through his hair. “I’m so sick and tired of you telling me how this is all on me,” He continues, turning back to chanyeol. “You’re the one who told me to do this in the first place!” He shouts. Chanyeol just stared at him, unbothered, which made Baekhyun get even angrier. “I’m not the fool you think I am.” He adds calmly, but his hands are shaking. Chanyeol scoffs quietly, shaking his head. “Whatever.” He turns, walking out of the room. The door behind him shutting a little too hard. The silence that follows later is heavier than before. Baekhyun just stands there, breathing hard. Then—his phone lights up. Baekhyun practically sprinted towards his phone, desperately unlocking it. “She wasn’t alone today, with a man.” The message reads.

“…what the hell?” Baekhyun mutters under his breath. The sender goes offline immediately, leaving Baekhyun stunned. “Send the location,” Baekhyun types furiously, but the messenger won’t respond. First hours, then for days. Baekhyun can’t sleep that night, his mind racing. That same night, he finds himself driving. The city is dim and emptier than what it usually is. He finds himself stopping in front of a small, local store—open late, barely lit. For a moment, Baekhyun just sits there, thinking, before he gets out of the car and enters the shop. The bell above him rings softly as he walks in. A tired cashier barely looks up. “Welcome.” She says. Baekhyun doesn’t respond. He moves slowly through the aisles, but his eyes aren’t on the shelves, they’re on the corners of the shop, the ceiling, searching carefully for cameras, there are none. Baekhyun's heart races, he knows this isn’t right, he should simply apologize, but instead, Baekhyun’s hand slowly pulls his gun out of his pocket while the girl isn’t looking. “Give me all your money,” He says, voice low. The cashier freezes, now alert. “I won’t hurt you at all.” He adds quickly, too quickly. His grip on the gun isn’t even steady. “Ju—just give it quickly.” The cashier quickly opens the cash register, cash shoved into his hands. He doesn’t even count it. By the time he’s back in the car, his hands are shaking, his breathing feels . He knows this is wrong, but your face flashes through his mind. And just like that, he drives away. Later, he stops by the sender's usual place. Baekhyun throws the money onto the table. “More,” he says, almost begging. The man raises an eyebrow. “I need more updates and information,” Baekhyun demands, his voice breaking slightly. “I can’t do this. One update a day isn’t enough. If you need more money I’ll get it. Just please—” A pause. He exhales and runs a head through his hair. “Tell me where she is.” He says quietly.

The man smiles. “Gladly.”

Baekhyun drives aimlessly around the city to try to clear his head after everything from the past week. Baekhyun doesn’t even know where he is, but as he passes by a local park, he spots you, clearly chatting with another man. Completely free of any sadness, like nothing ever happened, like he never happened. Baekhyun’s blood boils. He stops nearby but not close enough so you won’t be able to see him. The man you were chatting with wasn’t even someone you were interested in romantically—just a friend you wanted to catch on with. But to Baekhyun it didn’t matter. He gripped the steering wheel tightly, his jaw tightening. As soon as Baekhyun spots the man alone, he gets out of the car and follows him. “Hey!,” Baekhyun shouts towards the man. The guy turns around, confused. That’s when Baekhyun steps closer with a fake friendly smile. “Stay away from her, alright?” The man frowns. “Excuse me?” Baekhyun lets out a dry, humorless laugh. “You heard what I said.” Baekhyun’s smile dropped. The man scoffs and tries to walk past him—but Baekhyun grabs his arm. Not enough to hurt him, but enough to make him stop. “You don’t wanna get involved in something you don't understand.” Baekhyun mutters, voice low, dangerous. There’s a short, tense pause before Baekhyun lets go of his arm, like nothing happened.

The days after the breakup with Baekhyun felt oddly strange, not in the way you expected. There was no dramatic collapse, no constant crying or intense pain. Just a weird emptiness in your chest that constantly lingered. You continued with your life, going out with friends, more than usual. Trying not to think about Baekhyun—even when he tried to prove how you simply can’t ignore him. Private numbers, missed calls, and lots of messages you don’t wanna even open. You kept telling yourself that ignoring him was the right choice. You needed space, time, that he needed to apologize like a real man. And yet, you’d stare at his contact name at night, wondering what he’d say if you ever answered. And lately, you felt like something was off. You can’t even explain it properly, it was in small things—feeling watched while hanging out, especially with male colleagues, the same car that lingers at the corner of the street. You tell yourself that you’re overreacting, that it’s nothing, because it’s probably nothing.

When you were walking around the neighborhood, your friend approached you. “Hey!” He calls. “Oh, hey!” You turn around to face him, approaching him with a warm smile. “How are you?” He asked, his expression telling you he’s about to drop something on you. “I’m pretty much fine. Did something happen?,” You questioned. “You look terrified.” The guy exhaled before explaining. “No.. I mean yeah,” He mumbled. “Yesterday a guy just approached me, and you probably know him, because he told me to stay away from you.” Your smile almost immediately faded when his words came out. “What?” Your stomach dropped. Your mind replayed every single friend of yours that could possibly intimidate him, and you could find none. Maybe the person who intimidated him wasn’t one of your friends, maybe it’s your ex. But, how? When you were together with Baekhyun, he was a sweetheart to your male friends, or at least he seemed so. “That’s so—did he, did the guy who threatened you come out of a black car?” You asked worriedly, expecting a negative response from your friend. “Yeah, I’m pretty sure,” He answered. “Why? Do you think you know who it was?” You sighed and rubbed your temples. “Maybe,” you said, disappointment clear in your voice.

And lately, walking alone felt like the world was closing on you. You know now, Baekhyun is observing you everywhere you would go, somewhere you can’t even spot him. And what scared you the most wasn’t that, it’s that you don’t know what he’s planning. You try to convince yourself you’re clearly overthinking, every passing glance felt like an eternity. That same day, you stepped into a small candy shop, hoping normalcy would calm you down. Bright lights, quiet music, nothing that could possibly be wrong. Until—you see him. Not a maybe, not a resemblance. Byun Baekhyun. He steps out from between the aisles, slow, deliberate. Looking around, scanning, searching, for you. Your breath catches in your throat, he looks different. Tired, but you can see the desperation in his eyes. And for a split second—you freeze. Your first instinct is obviously to leave. Just turn around, pretend this didn’t happen, but your feet are glued to the ground. And then—Baekhyun’s gaze lands on you. Everything stops. For a moment, none of you say anything, none of you move. It’s just eye contact, heavy, unavoidable, familiar. He’s the first to move, he carefully steps closer to you, like you’re an animal who might run away if he does any sudden movement. Your heart pounds in your chest, it felt like he could hear it. You should leave, say something at least, but all you manage to do is twitch your feet. “Don’t.” He mutters. His voice is much rougher than before, nothing like the Baekhyun you knew. “I’m not here to—” He stops himself, swallowing hard. “Don’t walk away, please.” He practically begs, his eyes softening despite his looks. Your eyebrows knitted together. “You stalked me.” You say, not a question. “I—I just wanted to make sure you were okay.” Baekhyun uttered, full of shame. “And you thought that was better than just apologizing like a normal person?” You scoffed. “Baekhyun, really—” “I’m sorry.” His words came out fast, too fast. “It’s too late. I know it. I called you everyday to apologize but would never answer,” Baekhyun sniffled, his eyes not leaving the floor. “I’m not justifying myself. I know what I did and how bad it looks, but I could not stand not knowing anything about you.” And then, right in front of everyone in the store, he drops to his knees. “I'm sorry..” He hugged your knees, you could feel his tears wetting your pants. “I'm so–so sorry..” He gripped you harder. “Call the police if you want. I don’t care,” He adds. “But please, please.. never shut me out like that ever again.” His shoulders shake slightly. “I can’t handle that.” You don’t move, you don’t speak. You have never seen Baekhyun like this, desperate, emotional, broken. Not for you. Your hands stay frozen at your sides. “..you scared me Baekhyun.” Your voice is quieter than what you expected. “That’s not love. That’s—” you hesitate. “…that’s something else.” Silence stretches in the small store besides for Baekhyun’s sobs. “…get up,” you say. Baekhyun paused, not sure. “Is that a—” he said, hope clear in his voice. “No,” you say sharply. “If you want me to forgive you, earn it.” Baekhyun got up, still with tears in his eyes, his shoulders still visibly tense. But something shifts in him, not relief, but small hope. “Okay.” he says quietly. “I swear.” He swallows, nodding to himself like convincing himself too. “I will never do this ever again.” And for the first time, you don’t fully forgive him, but you don’t run away either.

Of course.

Of course! Of course, Chanyeol had also been assigned to the Solstice.

Once you'd graduated from the Academy and almost immediately accepted a position on the research team, you had sighed heavily with relief at the fact that you would no longer have to see, speak, interact, or compete with Chanyeol.

Apparently, your era of peace had ended.

Luckily, Chanyeol's uniform was gold (yours being blue, of course) so the two of you would at least be working in different departments. Though, that was no surprise since he'd been an Engineering major.

And looking back on things, it really didn't make much sense why the two of you had been rivals. You'd focused on planetary sciences and stellar cartography -- once you'd completed all of your required general education courses, you and Chanyeol had barely had any classes together.

But somehow, you would always encounter each other and end up comparing grades and scores. Most likely, it had just been because you were both competing to be Valedictorian (an honor that ended up going to neither of you). At least, that's really the most sense you could make of why you'd had such a rivalry with him.

As the transporter Chief motioned for your group to step onto the platform, you focused your gaze ahead of you, desperately trying to avoid catching Chanyeol's eye.

You knew you'd have to face him eventually, but the longer you could put it off, the bet --

"Well, well, well," Chanyeol chuckled as he stepped onto the transporter pad closest to you. "Look who it is. Did you see that I had been assigned to the Solstice and immediately put in a request of your own?"

You shouldn't even reply. You knew you shouldn't reply. You were an adult! There was really no place for any sort of rivalry on a Starfleet ship, especially between people who worked in completely different departments!

But you couldn't stop yourself.

"Actually, no," you said cooly. "Quite the opposite, in fact. As soon as I saw you just now, I had to talk myself down from requesting a re-assignment."

A smirk tugged at Chanyeol's lips, but you were transported onto the ship before he had the chance to say anything else.

Luckily, there was no chance to continue your conversation -- if you could call it that -- once you arrived on the Solstice since the two of you were almost immediately ordered to report to your respective departments after setting your bags down in your newly-assigned quarters. At least you had that thought to comfort you: you and Chanyeol were in different departments (he in Engineering, you in Science), and would be working in totally different parts of the ship, for the most part. Unless you ran into each other in the mess hall or both eventually made your way onto the bridge as officers, you probably wouldn't even see him!

You tried to stop yourself even thinking about seeing, running into, or speaking to him as you walked briskly down the hallway of deck seven toward your quarters. You had a job to do, and you had to jump into doing it as soon as you dropped your luggage off. There was simply no time to think about anything other than your new position in the stellar cartography lab, much less your academic rival from the academy. I mean, you were in the real world now, and had been for some time! Your life at the academy barely mattered anymore. What really mattered was what you'd learned there!

Your quarters came into sight, then, several yards ahead of you just before the hallway started to curve. You sped up to reach them as soon as possible --

But you came to a sudden stop just before arriving at your door.

Because someone was standing at the doors right across from yours, and rather than opening the door to go inside, he was staring at you.

Smirking.

"Are we neighbors, then?" Chanyeol asked, his tone light and teasing.

Somehow, you were able to answer him with a steady "Appears so." Your stomach was flipping over itself with anxiety, and your heart was still racing from walking so quickly that it was a wonder you had managed to speak at all.

Chanyeol raised his eyebrows at you, his smirk growing just a bit. "This'll be fun."

He pressed the button to open the door then, leaving you standing out in the hallway, your jaw clenched and your hand white-knuckle gripping the strap of your bag.

Ugh!

Were you being punished for something? Had you unknowingly done something against Starfleet regulation and were now facing the consequences? You couldn't think of another reason why this would be happening to you!

As you pushed the button next to your own door and stomped inside, you had to fight back a bemused laugh because really, truly, and honestly -- you didn't have time for this! You had a job to do!

So, after dropping your duffel onto your new bed, you turned on your heel and headed right back out into the hallway.

Why were you even the least bit surprised when you almost ran into Chanyeol? Again?

Well, you were determined to get the last word this time.

You narrowed your eyes at him, took a few steps in the direction of the lab, and hissed, "Don't blow up the warp core."

Before Chanyeol could reply, you broke out into a speedy walk, heading away from him.

Just before you turned the corner, though, you heard his chuckle, and he called out, "If I did, you know I'd invite you to watch the show!"

Damn it! How did he always manage it?!

Despite your best efforts, you saw, ran into, and spoke to Chanyeol a bit more than you'd initially thought.

You had both been put on Alpha shift, so every morning at 0745, the two of you left your quarters to head to Engineering and Stellar Cartography. Even when you'd tried to leave earlier than normal, you'd still managed to run into him, so you'd eventually given up. It's not like you wanted him to dictate how you lived your life, anyway!

You also ran into each other in the mess hall every day at 1200 for lunch, and more than once during the first few months on board the Solstice, you'd even arrived at the Holodeck at the same time! Sometimes, it seemed like, no matter where you went or how hard you tried to avoid him, you simply couldn't.

Chanyeol was just always there.

Teasing you.

You would say that you felt like you were back at the academy, but that would be a lie. Maybe it was because you were both adults now or because the environment on a starship was just totally different than on campus -- no matter what the reason, the tension between the two of you was just different. And if you thought about it too much, it would drive you crazy.

So, you didn't. You ignored him and ignored your thoughts about him as much as you could. You were polite and responded to him when it was appropriate, but as soon as he started to tease you about your work or your perfectionism or your analytical brain, you would do your best to just roll your eyes and walk away.

It worked, most of the time. There were some times you simply couldn't help yourself and gave back exactly what he'd given to you. But it was during those times that it was most apparent that something was different in the way you interacted with each other. Hence why you ignored him as much as you could!

You should've known.

In fact, as soon as your commanding officer informed you of the away mission you'd been assigned to with Lieutenant Park from Engineering, you were embarrassed that you hadn't seen it coming.

The universe obviously wanted the two of you to face each other and -- what? Work out your differences? Become friends? Chanyeol was an arrogant jerk, so you couldn't particularly see yourself warming to him enough to call him a friend.

But, at this point, you were beginning to think that what you wanted was irrelevant. Chanyeol kept worming his way into your life, so maybe it was time to just accept it and be civil. Not tease him back. In fact, maybe what you needed to do was to go so far as to tell him to stop teasing you in the first place!

You were determined to do just that as, the next day, you headed into the shuttle bay to embark on your mission -- you would grab the first opportunity you could to tell Chanyeol that it was time to put your academy rivalry to rest now!

As soon as you stepped onto the shuttle, though, Chanyeol greeted you with "How many other science geeks did you have to fight to get assigned to this mission with me?"

You instantly forgot every single reason why you should be civil to him.

"If you think I want to go on an away mission on a shuttle with you, you're delusional," you retorted.

"I've been called many things, sweetheart, but 'delusional' has never been one of them."

You whirled on him, clenching your fists at your side. "Do not call me 'sweetheart,'" you sneered.

Chanyeol smirked at you and lifted one hand to give you a two-fingered salute. "Yes, ma'am."

At that, you could only roll your eyes and huff out your frustration.

Not even two minutes into the mission -- you hadn't even started the shuttle, for Pete's sake! -- and you were already rolling your eyes!

This was going to be a long three days.