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Words : “Will you tell me how it happened?” + “Do you want some painkillers?”
Action : offer
Member: baekhyun
Thank youu!💗
[offer] – sender has something they know receiver will want, and because receiver has had a bad enough day as it is, sender gives it to them. it’s the little things.
Took a while, but here you go! Twisted the action around because I feel like I usually don't do it this way, but hope you enjoy!
Despite all your clumsiness Baekhyun witnessed first-hand, never ever did he have you come home with a black eye. He only glanced towards the door, putting down the spoon from ice cream he was eating to lift his hand in a warm welcome, when his smile faltered, seeing the dark bruise formed on your face.
He was up and at your side in an instant, ice cream abandoned on the couch, a deep crease between his eyebrows as he took in your features, looking for any more specific clues as to what led you to this state.
“Hey, are you okay?”
You looked at him with a grim expression, but it was quickly exchanged with one of embarrassment as your gaze traced away from him, trying to walk past him. But Baekhyun was not known for patience and leaving things hanging – his hands held your shoulders, stopping you mid-way and investigating your silhouette a bit more.
“Will you tell me how it happened?”
You let out a huff.
“I saw a dog” you spoke, as if it was an appropriate explanation to everything. Baekhyun’s frown only deepened. Understandably so. You pressed your lips together, avoiding his gaze even more. “And it saw me, and got excited, so I crouched to say hi, and-” You could almost see the cogs turning in Baekhyun’s head as his eyes widened, realization crossing his features. “And it headbutted me in the face.”
You saw his Adam’s apple bob as the man held his breath to not burst out laughing at the synopsis he just heard. He eventually cleared his throat, wrapping one arm around you and leading you towards the couch he occupied moments ago.
“Yeah, um- alright, yeah, that’s unlucky” he muttered, trying to remain serious about your injury, but the way his lip quivered, you knew that he wouldn’t be able to stay this way for long.
“I look like I got into a fistfight” you finally let out a long whine.
Baekhyun’s shoulders shook in a silent laughter as he sat you down on the couch.
“Do you want some painkillers? Or an ice pack or something?” he asked, a small smile already breaking on his features and you shook your head in disbelief. Your eyes landed on the half-eaten ice cream laying nearby and you reached over, eagerly taking it in your lap.
“This will be enough” you decided smugly. There was a scandalized look on Baekhyun’s face as he considered tearing his ice cream out of your hands, but one glance at your expression, the close-to-tears welling up in your eyes from pain and shame, made him press his lips together and suck up his pride.
“Fine, but just this one time. And I think you need that ice pack, anyway.”
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Author's note: Very happy to be releasing this request! I feel like my blog and mind have been lacking some sweet boyfriend Baek~❤️
The first one is in the early morning.
It is way too early as per your routine, but his starts along with the sunrise. He’s motivated and determined in his career, but he’s not a typical early bird. In fact, he suffers getting out of bed as much as you do by watching him. Your work starts a bit later. You’re hardworking too, but it’s him that disappears until late evening.
He glances at you to confirm you’re still asleep, and you don’t move, not betraying that he in fact just woke you up. Your eyes remain closed, but from the sound of sluggish, sleepy movements, you can tell that he’d rather not leave your side. He eventually has to.
You stay in your bed just a bit longer, until you smell the aroma of fresh pancakes coming from the kitchen.
Why is it always pancakes that make your heart flutter? You’d love him all the same if he made scrambled eggs or sandwiches instead. But the pancakes are different. Maybe because you know he doesn’t enjoy foods too sweet and you’re somewhat aware that he got used to making them for you. Maybe he doesn’t know he woke you up earlier, but he definitely plays this part to lure you out of the shared bedroom.
You come into the kitchen. It’s like in a cliché story – the man at the kitchen counter and his goddamn pancakes with whipped cream and blueberries. Except it’s Baekhyun, and his way of doing pancakes is not exactly like in the stories. He definitely doesn’t cook with nonchalant ease, the recipe is open on his smartphone that he already got some flour on, and, although every motion he makes is as precise as he can make it – he always does his best – there’s a pinch of chaos to his every action, that bit of milk that spills on the floor and he steps on it, or that bit of whipped cream that, despite all his best attempts, just doesn’t look right. And there’s a bug on one blueberry that almost makes him drop the whole bucket to the floor.
“I’m hungry” are your first words that he hears. You wrap arms around his torso from behind and rest your face on his back. He unfortunately has to move a lot to finish the pancakes, so the position is not as convenient as you’d like.
“Good morning to you too” he answers in a light tone. His hands work on spreading the dough on the hot pan, so you freeze behind him, not wanting him to get burned on accident. Such accidents happen way too often to the two of you.
“Are these for me?” you question nonchalantly, pointing at the pancakes already prepared.
“I need to leave soon, you’ll have the next batch, okay…?”
“I was just joking, I know. Sit down and eat, I’ll finish.”
He looks at you with uncertainty, as if he was afraid of disappointing you. He feels guilty for being selfish and taking the first batch, you guess.
You put hands on his cheeks and pull his face closer to yours, disregarding the morning breath. You press your lips into his and his facial muscles relax, comfortable again.
“You’re amazing, Hyun. Thank you for being here.”
The corners of his lips lift into a shy smile even despite morning grogginess still heaving at his features. You lead him to the table and put the pancakes in front of him.
The only thing he can think of is that the sweetness of your lips is one he couldn’t live without, even though it’s way sweeter than the pancakes.
The second one is throughout the day, although you wish it was material.
You just finished a video call that has drained all your strengths. Work is tough, and lately it’s even tougher. You’ll have to pull off some overtime soon, and your manager is struggling showing your team’s progress to the higher-ups, so it all falls on the team member’s shoulders. But that’s just a part of the work routine, you’ve been riding a high of extraordinary results for the past few months, and now is the time to humble down.
You left the call with fatigue wearing over you, realizing that there’s still a few painfully long hours until the shift ends. At least today you don’t have to stay too long.
Less than five minutes pass before your phone suddenly rings, and you get up from the table, excusing yourself into the office kitchen to pick it up.
“Hi, baby. How you doin’?”
“Take me hooooome” you let out a long whimper.
“Oh? Are you okay?” Baekhyun sounds concerned, but the dramatics in your tone, paradoxically, quickly calms him down. You wouldn’t sound like that if something serious happened.
You’d rant about your work later, you decided, for now all he needed to know was that you’re tired, you miss him, and you’d rather never leave his side again than keep being an independent, full-time employed woman. You spill all this information at him all at once, which makes him break into laughter, and you let out a long whine.
“Hyuuuuun!”
“Sorry, sorry” he tries to calm his voice down. “But you’re so cute when you’re dramatic.”
“Don’t call me dramatic!” you whine even louder. Someone passes by you, shooting you a dirty glance. “I know I am, just don’t call me that” you add quietly.
“There, there. Let’s talk about it when we’re home, okay? I need to go back to the practice, I was just on a break.”
You let out a sigh.
“Sorry for this. Yes, let’s talk later. Thank you for calling.”
“Don’t apologize. But you’re welcome. Miss you.”
“Miss you too.”
You hear a typical Baekhyun-ish “smooch” come from the phone, followed by someone’s teasing laughter in the background and Baekhyun’s “oh shut it” spoken a bit away from the mic. The call ends.
He may not have fixed any of your problems, but you feel much more at ease now, and all of sudden the work difficulties don’t seem so bad anymore.
The third one is in the late evening, when you two are finally back home again.
You’re already after shower and tucked into your bed, trying to relax with a book, although it’s not easy to focus after such an eventful day. You yearn for rest instead, and so the book rests in your hands but no pages go by. You’re more focused on your phone instead, mindlessly scrolling through social media.
But when you hear the apartment room open, your eyes snap up and you get up with newly acquired passion and energy.
He’s just as tired as you are, you can tell. He hangs his jacket by the door and you see how worn out his face is. But it lasts just moments before his eyes meet yours and his face immediately lights up.
“Baby!” is all he says with a wide smile when you wrap arms around his neck, pulling him into a hug that he reciprocates with his full strength.
“Oh, oh, you’re suffocating me” you choke out when his hold becomes a bit too much.
“Sorry, sorry” he says with his voice muffled by your own shoulder, but his hold doesn’t get much weaker. “I missed you. I had to stay late because we’re barely meeting deadlines lately. I’m sorry I didn’t pick you up.”
“That’s okay, I’m just happy you’re back. Let’s go to bed.”
“I need to shower, I…”
“Just come with me.”
The moment he releases you, you hold his hand and pull him to the bedroom, sitting him on the soft mattress. He doesn’t waste a second before laying down and melting into the sheets, suddenly deciding that maybe the idea of falling asleep right then and there isn’t so bad after all.
You lay down next to him and both of you stare at the ceiling above your heads. The light is dim, and through the window partly open, the evening breeze refreshes the air inside. Somewhere far below you hear noises of cars, driven by other people, probably on their ways to their own beloved ones as well.
Baekhyun’s hand brushes your pajama’s pants before finding your own. He intertwines his fingers with yours, lightly, the touch barely there, but the warmth present.
You hear him sigh, your breaths slowing down.
“I didn’t even take the shoes off” he finally notices, voice slightly whiny, but only as much as he can make it at this hour.
You breathe out a laughter when a small thought appears in the corner of your mind.
You push yourself off the mattress and his eyes follow you curiously when you get down on the floor in front of him. With delicate fingers, you take hold of one shoe and untie it, gently pulling it off his foot and placing on the floor. He lets out a pleased sigh when you do the same with the other. You finish the deed by giving his sock-clad feet a loving pat and then climb back onto the mattress.
“Thank you” he mumbles. “May I?”
Without waiting for your response, he takes your hands in his and brings to his lips. Although sluggish and sleepy, small kisses litter your fingers, palm, thumb, the surface, wrists…
“This is nice” you admit.
“You’ve worked hard, I want to treat you” he whispers into your skin.
“You don’t have to…”
“I want to.”
You’ve been laying on your side, facing him, but he takes his time pushing you on your back and rearranging pillows underneath your body. His movements are slow and sleepy, but patient and careful at the same time.
His lips trace up your arm, lingering here and there, breathing in the soft scent of your body and the shower gel you always use. His nose brushes your shoulder and you put your hand on top of his head, stroking it lightly in approval. Peck after peck, he warms up your neck as well, worshipping all small details of your anatomy.
Finally he slows down, lips pressing into your jaw, then chin.
He hovers above you, eyes finally meeting and the two of you staring at each other with adoration. He lets out a small chuckle.
“You love me so much” he states confidently.
You don’t find it in yourself to tease him back.
“I do. Do you love me too?”
His smile disappears, although the tenderness is still there.
“Why do you ask?”
“I just like hearing you say that.”
Baekhyun’s gaze softens and the smile returns to his face. You briefly think that if he was any less tired, he would tease you some more. In the end, though, the result would be just the same.
He leans down into your ear. You can’t see his face from this perspective, but his voice is clearer than ever.
“I. Love. You.” He separates each word, stretching the full sentence, keeping you on your toes until the whole thing sounds out. “More than the world.”
“I love you too” you answer instantly.
The evening ends with the last one of tonight’s kisses.
