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✨Oneshots✨

The Duality of Baekhyunie (m) [pt.1] 9.3k – Baekhyun x Reader, female!Baekhyun x Reader

Superpower AU, friends to lovers, slight angst, smut

Double the Jealousy (m) [pt.2] 9.8k – Baekhyun x Reader, female!Baekhyun x Reader ft. Kai 

Sequel to The Duality of Baekhyunie, superpower AU, established relationship, fluff, angst, jealousy, smut

Dior Vernis 1.5k – husband!Baekhyun x pregnant!Reader

Domestic, slice of life, established relationship, slight angst, fluff, bits of humor

Stay with Me (m)  2.6k – Baekhyun x Reader

Long-distance relationship, established relationship, grumpy Baek, smut

Girl, I’m Your Catnip (m) 3.4k – wolf!Baekhyun x caracal!Reader

Hybrid AU, slice of life, some fluff, PWP, smut

Daddy’s Struggles (m) 2.2k – dad!Baekhyun x wife!Reader

Domestic, established relationship, slice of life, fluff, a lil smutty

Call Me, Baby (m) 3.3k – Baekhyun x Reader

Established relationship, PWP, use of sex toys, smut

Witch Charming (m) 6.6k – witch!Baekhyun x halfblood!Reader

Charmed AU, magic, established relationship, fluffy, smut

Lost and Found [pt.1] 3.3k – Baekhyun x Reader

Newdad!Baek, falling out, exes to ???, sfw, fluff, angst(y)

Stay the Night (m) [pt.2] 3.2k – Baekhyun x Reader

Sequel to Lost and Found, dad!Baek, established relationship, fluff, smut

You Ghost (m) 7.6k – demon!Baekhyun x human!Reader ft. demon!Kai Demon AU, soulmate AU(?), horror-ish, angsty, smut [Halloween Special]

You Bet Your Ass (m) 3.6k – Baekhyun x Reader

Established Relationship, PWP, slice of life, sex toys, anal (m receiving), fluff, smut

✨Series & Mini-series✨

Desert Flower (m) 13.5k – Baekhyun x Reader x Baëkhyun

EXO vs X-EXO dynamics, superpowers, complicated relationships, angsty, action, smut

Love Coach [Lev.1] (m) 18k – Baekhyun x Reader

Get You Alone mv AU, nerd!Baekhyun, virgin!Baek, goofy!Baek, slow burn, humor, fluff, smut

Love Coach series full masterlist

Snapshot mini-series (m) 10.5k – photographer!Baekhyun x idol!Reader ft. soloidol!Kai

Photographer AU, fuckboy!Baek(?), PWP, angst, fluff, smut

Boy Next Door (m) 18.5k – neighbor!Baekhyun x Reader

Neighbor AU, slow burn, hurt/comfort, fluff, smut

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Author’s Note: Soooo… This was actually the first fic I wrote after many years of my writer’s coma. Wasn’t going to post it, but it’s important to save the date. A year ago during a business trip I was listening to Baekhyun’s ‘Stay Up’ in the backseat of a cab, and it suddenly got to me in a very new and profound way. As soon as I got to the hotel, the doc was created. Countless sleepless nights later, I can admit that I haven’t really stopped writing ever since.

Baekhyun isn’t just my bias or my favourite character to write, he’s so much more special to me than that. I’m not sure how long this journey is going to last or where it leads me, but so far he’s gifted me with one full year of this magic. He’ll always have a precious spot in my heart 🤍

Okay, done with the sappy times now (no). As usual – big thanks to @baekshoney​​​ for having a look, and I hope you guys enjoy this little oneshot!

This was one of those days. One of the days you hated, and Baekhyun didn’t do much to make it better for you. On the contrary, he was sulking since early morning. First, because you’d left him alone in bed and he woke up being cold. Then he just kept getting annoyed with everything. Why were you having coffee for breakfast again, when you should sleep on the plane? Why weren’t you packing snacks, when the airport food always made your stomach upset? You should’ve definitely worn one of his hoodies, since none of yours were warm and comfy enough, did he have to remind you?

Yes, this was the day you had to fly back home, leaving him behind once again. Which was exactly what brought his tsundere ways to the surface. He was just… upset.

‘Baby, it’s not the first time I’m going home, I’ll be fine,’ you grinned at his grumpy expression and poured him a cup of coffee as soon as he sat his butt down on the kitchen stool.

Baekhyun wasn’t exactly subtle in how he felt about you going away. The two of you had been doing this ‘long-distance thing’ since the very beginning of your relationship. You’d met during your first ever trip to Korea around two years ago and instantly clicked – just like that – not spending a single day without at least a quick message exchange with one another.

It was tough at times. There was no way for you to see each other more frequently, and you were often apart for months. Granted, you were keeping in touch religiously – texting every single day, having video calls every other night (whenever you could manage the schedules and time zones), posting ambiguous pictures on social media only for each other to understand. Still, you missed each other so terribly…

‘I don’t understand why you have to go anyway, you can just stay here with me,’ Baekhyun grumbled, eyeing the kitchen floor with a frown. You pursed your lips to contain the coo about to fly out of your mouth at how cute he was, pouting and complaining. Like an angry little bird. Before you could stop yourself, you reached out your hand and ruffled his already messy bedroom hair.

The way his nose scrunched up meant he wasn't in the mood to be playful. You sighed and leaned on the corner of the kitchen table.

‘You know I have work to get back to, Bae, I can’t be on vacation all year long.’

He was being rather childish about your departure, especially when you were already fully dressed and ready to go. The only thing stalling you was that Chanyeol, who insisted on being your ride to the airport today, hadn’t come to pick you up just yet, giving you some time to smooth over your boyfriend’s feathers.

Truth be told, you were only holding up the appearances for him. It was very possible that you were even more upset about having to go than he was. In fact, every time your week or two together were nearing an end, you felt nauseous at the thought that you wouldn’t be able to see his face, or hold his hand, or feel his warm breath on your skin, or kiss the tiny mole on his cheek.

In all honesty, you were... a mess. You only displayed yourself as calm and collected during your goodbyes because you knew his moodiness was merely a tactic to conceal his pain. So, you tucked your own feelings away to make it a bit more manageable for him. In reality, you broke down as soon as you arrived home and walked into your lifeless apartment. Each time, you had to find excuses and avoid talking to him via video messengers during those initial weeks, pretending to suddenly be swamped at work. You realized that seeing your eyes all red and puffy from crying every night would most definitely break his heart and worsen his longing. That you knew, because seeing him unhappy was excruciating. You wanted more than anything to deliver him from any further suffering.

It took all of your self-restraint not to reach out for his warm embrace or let the tears flow freely. He’d probably not let you go then, always telling you to just stay with him anyways. But you were both adults and had commitments, although hundreds and thousands of miles apart.

As your eyes were beginning to prick from observing his state and getting overwhelmed with your own feelings, you decided it was safer to move out ten minutes early, despite the call from Yeol not coming through yet. Anything to not let Baekhyun see you cry or cling to him desperately the way you wished to in that moment.

‘Well, you can pout all you want, I’m going to get my stuff,’ you said in an airy tone trying to elevate his mood slightly.

‘No.’

He stopped you in your tracks, grabbing your wrist. You gazed at him, confused as to what he meant. He was still looking down, eyebrows knitted together and chest heaving with almost anxious breaths.

‘Bae?’

‘No,’ he repeated, softer this time, but still not making eye contact with you. Instead, he tugged at your wrist and pulled you closer to him. You felt his grasp weaken until your wrist was free, however, your waist was not. His arms snaked around it, and he pulled you into himself, basically nuzzling his face into your chest.

‘Baekhyun?’ You squeaked, doing your best to fight off the goosebumps that littered your skin immediately after the contact. Your body never once asked for permission to react to him, and this time was no exception. His right hand traveled down your spine to the curve of your ass as his nose nudged one of your breasts. You shivered, grabbing at his shoulders, and he suddenly growled, knowing, sensing that your nipples had already perked up underneath the fabric of your bra.

Although he was trying to put you into one of his many oversized hoodies all the time, it was summer, so you were wearing a sundress (like any sane person would). Lucky for Baekhyun, this type of clothing made it even easier for him.

He rose from his seat and hoisted you up so abruptly that you only managed to yelp and grab at his neck for balance. You were then placed on the empty side of the dining table away from the leftover breakfast. Looking down at where your boyfriend’s hands were, you watched him frantically pull your dress up, before coming to your senses and trying to stop him.

‘Bae… What are you doing? Yeol is gonna be here any minute, we can’t just f…ugh!’ You cried out in surprise as he yanked your hips forcefully up to his face, completely ignoring your words. There’s no way he was going to...

‘Baekhyunie, please stop, you know I’m going to be late, what is…’ He didn’t even let you finish your rant, leaving a trail of insistent wet kisses upon the sensitive skin along the panty line while leading up to your protruding hip bone. Breath caught up in your throat, you couldn’t get the rest of the sentence out even if you wanted to. Did you really want to? With his head right there between your thighs, his dark burning eyes looking at you – completely immobilized by him – in the most intense and intimate way possible. His lips were glistening after he ran his tongue over them habitually, and when he leaned in and licked at your still clothed center, you belatedly realized that you weren’t even breathing. The realization only came with the wheezing gasp you’d let out, when your legs wrapped around his head as if on cue. Like fuel to the fire, your responsiveness only spurred him on. You didn’t even have time to realize that your boyfriend had already moved your panties out of the way when his impatient lips were on you again.

‘B- Baekhyun…’ You muttered, reaching your hand down to give pushing his head away a feeble try. ‘We can’t do this now, please stop... the airport…’

His ears seemed deaf to your reluctant pleas as he only employed more of his tongue to make you lose the last bits of your sober mind completely, melting and thrashing underneath his touch. He eased one of your thighs off of his shoulder, pushing it up and spreading you out before diving back in, paying no attention to your increasingly disheveled state.

At this point you could only sob, speech incoherent, all attempts to push him away or close your legs futile. And that alone made him grow feverish with the need to be inside you, to feel you once again before he had to let you go.

He was really good with his mouth, as usual, so by the time one of his hands left your thigh to tease you a little further with his long deft fingers you were so ready to take more that you barely registered the burn of two digits sliding inside. You were still a little sore from the night before, which you’d spent making love for hours on end, knowing that you won’t be touching each other anytime soon. But that was meaningless now.

His tongue expertly swirled around your clit, while his wrist found a familiar angle that always made you get vocal. Your back arched instantly as you cried out his name, barely grasping that you were still tugging at his soft locks and possibly causing discomfort. It was clear that your release was mere seconds away with your legs shaking and inner muscles clenching, and that was exactly where Baekhyun wanted you. Aching for his touch, needing him as much as he needed you. Just the two of you, caught up in the act of lustful desperation.

He’d worked his tongue diligently, almost pushing you over the edge by sucking on your most sensitive spot for just a second, and... then you suddenly felt him pull away.

‘No, no- what?’ You could barely form sentences, let alone complain, but your frenzied tone made his already rock-hard flesh twitch. His pants were down in seconds, and there wasn’t even a thought of pausing to get a condom on or cool off a little bit. You were both on the verge of getting overwhelmed by this passionate longing when... your phone suddenly lit up, indicating an incoming call. Before you could snap out of the moment you were having, Baekhyun had you flat on your back, all slick and ready for him to push inside. And that he did — in one quick and rough movement, filling you up and giving you no time to even make a sound before his hips tested you out with a couple of low amplitude thrusts. The table moved slightly, soft clanking of tableware falling on deaf ears. Meanwhile, Baekhyun grabbed onto your hips, lifting your ass in the air for more control over the penetration.

‘Baek, I swear… You have like 2 minutes before Chan-’ A vicious thrust reached further than before, definitely getting your friend’s name out of your mind for good. And anything else for that matter.

Baekhyun snapped his hips as if he wanted to get as deep as humanly possible, as if he wanted to literally ruin you, and you could only scratch at his forearm while losing yourself in the feeling of his hips colliding with yours and the delectable sounds the action produced.

‘Baby,’ Baekhyun suddenly breathed out hoarsely, eyebrows knitted together as if in pain, ‘I can’t hold it off-’

Hearing his voice so strenuous and somehow vulnerable, you threw your head back and closed your eyes, spreading your legs further apart to allow him to better angle his powerful thrusts.

Your limbs were starting to grow numb and the veins on your neck popped when you moaned, and that’s when Baekhyun let out a strained ‘ah’, holding you in place by the hips to give you his erratic final thrusts.

In that moment you felt like something snapped inside you. Your core was tight around your lover’s cock, your body shaking in pre-orgasmic bliss, and you’d never experienced it this way. You felt so full and content in this moment when he was still moving his hips and groaning stiffly above you, riding out his high. There was nothing else he needed to do to take you along. The sensation of his warmth inside you made you pulsate, wailing so loudly that Baekhyun had to cover your mouth with his palm. He kept going for a bit to prolong your orgasm and let you slowly come back to your senses.

Your eyes stared vacantly at the kitchen ceiling and your throat was dry, although Baekhyun’s hand was still clasped over your mouth. When both of you managed to catch your breath, you just gazed at each other for a few long moments. You were so spent that you couldn’t even read the semi-blank expression on his face. He slowly slipped his palm off of your face, still hovering over your body.

‘Baekhyunie…’ You murmured, touching his cheek gently. He was usually lowkey annoyed whenever you went on to kiss the little mole on his face instead of his lips. This time, however, he only lowered his head further to let you do your thing. You pressed your lips to the tiny dot on his skin, leaning back onto the table to find his eyes with your own.

‘I love you,’ he suddenly whispered in a broken voice, then cleared his throat and started over. ‘I really want you to stay with me.’

It was… bittersweet.

You winced, feeling him pull out, and accepted his help sitting up. Holding your boyfriend close by the shirt, you nudged his nose with yours and looked up to his sad dejected eyes.

‘I know, Bae,’ your voice sounded as uplifting as you could manage. ‘I will find a way to come see you on tour in the next couple of months, I promise.’

Baekhyun was about to say something else if not for the sudden ring of his phone that made both of you snap out of your tiny little world.

‘Dang, I bet it’s Yeol. Pick up!’ You pushed your boyfriend towards the phone and eased down from the table, grabbing the tissues to clean up quickly.

‘Yes,’ Baekhyun responded.

‘Are you two fucking?!’ Your nose scrunched up at Chanyeol’s vulgar shout.

‘Yes?’ At this you paused and smacked Baekhyun’s pec for the shameless (yet truthful) response. ‘Whoa- feisty. Chanyeol-ah, better hang up before you hear her- Ow!’ He raised an arm to defend himself from your playful hits.

‘You realize that if you do not come down in ten you’re most likely missing the flight?’ You heard Chanyeol reply after a frustrated sigh.

‘Not a problem for m-’ Baekhyun was interrupted by your yell.

‘We’re gonna be down in ten, please check the fastest routes to the airport, Yeolie!’

You ran out of the kitchen barely catching Baekhyun’s grumbling as he repeated after you.

‘Yeolie. Why the hell does she even call you that. It’s not like you- What? Shut up, you bastard!’

You smiled to yourself. At least his friends knew how and when to mess with him. If you weren’t there… They got him. He'd be okay. And with that you were happy for now.

Author’s Note: So… This is my tumblr debut hehe It’s not at all my first piece of writing, but I’m happy to start off my blog by sharing this. It was a very long road for me, and I couldn’t do it without @technicallymilkshakes who was my rock throughout the editing process [sending love your way, Mars]. I hope you guys enjoy the story, please let me know what you liked (or suggest improving) in the comments or DMs, I’d love to hear from you! 

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Byun Baekhyun was your bestest friend. You’d known him a lifetime, and absolutely adored him from day one. Although incredibly cheeky (which, in all honesty, was part of his charm), Baekhyun was also incredibly soft-hearted towards everyone – those he considered family in particular. During the many years of your friendship, he looked after you, especially since he was a few years your senior.

Both pretty open-minded and talkative, you used to chat about anything and everything, and it was so natural for you to ask him to come over with snacks and cuddles and some mischief whenever you were feeling down or just plain bored (like he wasn’t already on his way). Baekhyun, dramatic as he was, would lift your spirits up easily, telling you hilarious stories about himself. Like that one time he told his then-crush he was a goalkeeper to make a pun (girl-keeper, you see?), and then had to pretend to actually be a goalie of the school’s soccer team. His goalkeeping skills were so miserable that the girl he was trying to impress walked off with someone else after the game. However, he stuck with it and, turned out, he wasn’t a talentless player – he just went for the wrong position. Baekhyun loved telling this story of him becoming a star-forward of the school, and – a tiny TMI – a universal crush for any girl in a ten mile radius. All thanks to one bad pun. And maybe a haircut.

Still, the biggest secrets you’d traded were those related to your abilities. Both you and Baekhyun came from very special backgrounds and inherited the familial powers of your ancestors. The women in your family traditionally received the gifts from their mothers — thus, your power was teleportation. Your mom also had the gift of vision, but this ability was not as easy to tap into so it came later on in adulthood. That you were thankful for; teleportation alone was difficult enough, requiring more practice than you could muster the discipline for. But with the help of your loving family and your best friend by your side, you gradually got there.

As for Baekhyun… it was complicated.

His family had a specific way the familial magic was inherited. For generations, their women had been giving birth to twins – a son and a daughter. The son would then receive the power of shapeshifting, and his sister would control the healing light. Yet Baekhyun’s mother did not follow any rules: she simply fell in love and got married — against her family’s wishes — to an ordinary man with no magic in his blood.

The inevitable happened; the firstborn – only a son, no daughter – was discovered to have taken after his father and held no magical power. Not that it made a difference to his parents, but the mother’s side of the family was inconsolable — their powerful line was in danger.

When Baekhyun was born, surrounded by shimmering orbs, it was clear as day that he indeed had a power. As he grew older, it became more and more evident that he controlled the Light. You would think that his mother’s family would finally be pleased… Yet they were furious. Not only did the boy not have the ability to shapeshift, but he also held the power inherited exclusively by women of their family. It was a disgrace.

You, on the other hand, never cared about his heritage. In fact, you thought he had the coolest power in the world! The amount of times he fooled around, lighting in-house stars for you during sleepovers, was impossible to count. Though you feared the dark before, Baekhyun managed to make it your friend. And why would you fear anything when his touch could heal almost any injury? Even though it could drain him, he always healed you. ‘What are friends for?’ he used to say, patting you on the head fondly.

The two of you were inseparable for many years, and you never questioned it – not until high school. Since Baekhyun had already started university, you saw much less of him around. No lunch breaks together, no fun walks home after classes… You kept coming over (read – teleporting) to hang out, of course, and he told you about the ‘grown up life’ he was leading. But that was far from how much time you used to spend together when you went to the same school. You missed the way he would always make you laugh at the library, getting both of you kicked out as a result, just to have you come to his hapkido classes and watch the elementary school kids he trained call him Master-nim. Every time one of them addressed him, he side-eyed you with the most neutral expression he could muster. You didn’t buy it for one second – he definitely enjoyed that! Most likely because of the giant eye roll you responded with, which easily broke his attempts to maintain a straight face and made him tilt his head back in that rumbling laugh of his. You only shook your head and let the corner of your mouth turn up slightly, contemplating if it made his chest hurt.

It was hard for you, not having him around all the time. No one could read you so well. Whenever he met up with you to go home after school, it only took him 3 seconds to know if you were upset or tired or simply in a bad mood. And he always figured out what to do – joke around, give you a tight hug, or sit you down in ‘your’ armchair in his room (he asked his parents to get it since you complained that sitting on the floor left bruises on your butt) as he opted to sit on a pillow in front of you, and have a long conversation about what was bothering you. Usually fueled by some hot chocolate too – you were a teenage girl, after all.

Of course you strived to reciprocate, however, Baekhyun didn’t like to share much of his troubles. He just made it sound like a joke. ‘I’m a man, you know? I’ll figure it out, Y/N-ah!’ But you could tell from his tone when it was hard for him to handle alone. So you just didn’t let him; ignoring his act, you would throw your arms around him in a tight lock and tell him you would always be there to help. And you really were – cheering him on wherever he went and being someone he could rely on.

But could you do that from a different city? You guessed he simply avoided talking to you on the phone if he was down. Obviously, you couldn’t teleport every few hours to check on him. It felt like he was slipping away, little by little, with you knowing fewer and fewer details of his day and, generally, his life. But you still wanted to know those things and be a part of his life! You wanted to be the one to press your cheek to his shoulder as you held him when he was sad or frustrated. And the one he showcased his cringy aegyo to in order to get you to cook him something yummy. And the one he teased mercilessly every time you messed up in his favorite video game, tickling you and shoving you playfully to the side with one hand as a distraction because the winner got a wish granted.

Long distance friendship made you realize that you missed him. His playfulness and silly jokes, his caring eyes and warm embrace, his loud laugh and tiny pout, even the way he always devoured food as if someone was after him. You missed him so much more than one would miss a friend.

That was not a revelation you were ready for. The unfamiliar stirring in your chest every time you visited, or so much as thought of him, was not something you were equipped to handle. He suddenly became the first boy to make you feel like a million butterflies fluttered their wings in your belly with just his morning voice on the phone. But what could you do from so far away? You desperately wanted to get him back in your life, now more than ever, and decided to choose universities closer to his whereabouts. So that you could be around more – the way you used to be, as opposed to stopping by as an occasional guest.

Luckily, you got into the same school as him, although not in business administration, but marketing. You were so happy – finally you had a chance with him! Being in close proximity again, you were sure you could find a way to let him know that you wanted to be more than friends. Yes, you had no experience in this whatsoever, and you barely even acknowledged that your newly discovered feelings for him were of a romantic nature, but it was Baekhyun, after all. If anyone could read you like a book, it was him. And he’d know what to do.

But as time passed, you realized that you were so heavily friend-zoned that no technique would help make Baekhyun see you as a girl. You were just that – his precious childhood friend. And at that point of your life, for the first time, the notion made you sick. You used every trick in the book on him, but all in vain. Falling asleep on his shoulder? He’d just cover you with a blanket. Subtly asking him out on a picnic date? Sure enough, he’d bring his friends – the more, the merrier, right? And if you opted for extra pretty clothes when you came over to his place, he offered you to change in some of his, since yours didn’t ‘look comfy’.

Maybe you weren’t skilled enough to get the message across, you thought. So, as an act of despair, you did the last thing that came to your mind. You got drunk. Not just for the sake of it though – you merely needed some ‘liquid courage’ to confess to your best friend. You should’ve realized that it was a bad idea, but you still went with it. And, as anticipated, it did not go well.

‘Baekhyunee,’ you whined, putting your head onto his chest as you wrapped your arms around his waist. ‘You’re always so good to me. I want to tell you something… important.’

Your speech was slurred, but you tried to sound as serious as possible.

‘And what would that be?’ Baekhyun chuckled, holding you by the shoulders to keep you from falling on the floor in his room, where he brought you to crash.

‘I love you,’ you breathed out full of determination, and he…

He snickered!?

‘Yeah, me too. Can you let go of my shirt?’ He tried to shake you off onto the bed. ‘You should sleep it off, little lush.’

You wanted to insist, but he scolded you for your lack of cooperation.

‘Come on, my back is hurting already. You’re such an impossible drunk,’ he joked, but you instantly pulled back.

‘It’s your bed. Aren’t you getting in?’ It made you grit your teeth – how desperate must you be coming off!

‘Of course not, I’ll be on the couch. See you tomorrow!’ He said as he walked out of the room, leaving you slumped on the bed.

Of course not.

This entire situation, the way he reacted… What if the real problem was not your poor seduction skills, but the fact that he just didn’t feel the same way? You did not take that into account.

You regretted everything. Your stupid behaviour, your pathetic attempts to flirt with him and get him to see you as girlfriend material. There was a reason why he kept treating you like an older brother would – your feelings were one-sided. What made you feel even worse was knowing that Baekhyun actually had dating experience, as opposed to you – pining over him for years like a silly schoolgirl. You’d found out that he’d been in a relationship with a girl who was his senior in university, which he only told you about after it ended. When you confronted him about keeping that from you for months, he explained that he ‘didn't want it to be awkward’. Maybe you just weren’t his type. Or maybe he only adored you as his ‘little sister’. And perhaps that was worse than rejection.

Your pride, as well as your heart, was smashed. You wanted to disappear to the farthest ends of the world. The very next morning, when you teleported out of his room upon awakening (anything to avoid the awkwardness of that breakfast conversation), you decided that something needed to change. No more than a week later, you brought the documents needed to study abroad for a double degree. 

You told Baekhyun you wanted a challenge, and an international degree would also give you more opportunities later on. But in all honesty… It was your unrequited feelings for him you were foolishly running from.

He supported your decision, hoping that you’d still be in touch just like when he moved away. But you were always so tired from excessive studying that you couldn’t even use your ability to teleport properly, certainly not to such impressive distances. After one particular incident where you wound up in the middle of nowhere after trying to visit him on the weekend, and barely managed to make it back home safely, Baekhyun forbade you from trying again. At least not until you had enough energy to use your power for longer teleports without scaring him out of his mind. He missed spending time with you, he kept telling you over text complete with multiple emojis, but tried to distract himself by hanging out with his other friends more and focusing on his studies and career.

You were doing pretty much the same thing. Except your goal was to finally move on and fill the empty space in your heart with someone other than the person you wanted most. He was unattainable, so your fixation on him had to end.

For a long while you thought that you’d succeeded; a few months into your studies abroad, you started a relationship. It was the first time in a while that you were happy, and thoughts of your best friend became less frequent and bothersome. Your first real date, your first real everything – your life seemed much fuller than before, and you truly believed that your attraction to Baekhyun had finally died down. Out of sight, out of mind, or so they say.

But the happiness didn’t last, and the glass castle you’d been building so diligently for months fell apart right in front of you.

Baekhyun rang you up one day just to hear you choking back tears, telling him that your boyfriend had broken up with you. The reason was simple – he found someone else he was interested in. That was only a few weeks prior to your planned return home. Your ass of a boyfriend made it clear that it was ‘fun while it lasted’, but he was not about to get into any ‘long distance messes’.

This was your first relationship, and your best friend couldn’t allow you to go through major heartbreak all on your own. So, he came to see you the following week, and your wallowing ass was never out of his sight. Baekhyun made sure to provide all the distraction you needed, bringing you home safely afterwards.

Soon enough, you got your act together and decided to pursue a Master’s degree at your old university. It was a great school, especially great because the campus was located not too far from the small fashion design firm Baekhyun now ran with one of his close friends, Chanyeol.

Naturally, you were being constantly pressured by your bestie to forego the dorm life and just move into the spare room he had vacant ever since his previous roommate had moved out. You knew he owned the apartment, but he was still paying off the mortgage. Yet he insisted that the rent his former roommate used to pay was ‘symbolic’, and he wasn’t going to take your money anyways. You tried an ultimatum – that you weren’t going to move in unless you paid at least some rent. But Baekhyun, being the cunning little shit that he was, begged you to help out with marketing for his company instead – much like an intern, or a junior employee. He said the department was small and could benefit from a fresh pair of eyes and your international expertise. So you agreed, not yet realizing he was doing you, a graduate student with no solid previous experience, a double favor. 

He wasn’t even consistent in his efforts to fool you – a few months later, you were not only officially hired, you even had your own little secluded corner at work. And, of course, you had exclusive rights to the huge whiteboard in Baekhyun’s office. The ‘Big Boss’ – Chanyeol called him that every time he went into his overly serious mode during meetings – did not allow anyone to scribble on it. He had his own creative chaos on the board, which was not to be disrupted by any living thing.

The first time his assistant saw you walk into Baekhyun’s office without a care and erase his doodles to draw a big draft of an internet ad you had in mind to get your boss’s opinion on, she almost had a heart attack. She then proceeded to have it when Baekhyun suddenly walked into the room to witness what you were doing to his precious whiteboard. Before the assistant could come up with an excuse to keep her from facing the director’s wrath, he chuckled and ruffled your hair affectionately. He told you to add some color and went to his table calmly. The triple heart attack nearly rendered the assistant dead.

The company he owned wasn’t huge yet, but it was growing rapidly. Granted, there were a lot of young people occupying various positions, starting at the top with Baekhyun and Chanyeol. This fact, however, made it extremely hard for you to even walk out of your best friend’s office without causing a new wave of rumors about your relationship. They didn’t even know that you actually lived together… You were no celebrity, but you had your fair share of ‘anti-fans’ by now. All thanks to Baekhyun and his gorgeous looks, which made the entire office swoon and fantasize about the ‘sexiest human being on planet Earth’. Or so you’d heard.

You, however, knew him as the biggest dork in the world. And you would choose it over any macho man sexiness people were somehow attributing to him. Your suspicion was that his wallet had something to do with this distorted perception. At some point you had grown so sick from all of the unwanted attention to your persona, especially from Baekhyun’s adoring assistant, that you decided to use your power to slip in and out of his office unnoticed. You were used to teleporting somewhere right from your desk, since you sometimes stayed late. Those nights, you were basically chased away by Baekhyun, who seemed quite displeased with you being practically the last one to leave the office while the rest of the marketing team was long gone. 

‘Don’t you think it’s kinda late for you to still be at work?’

‘Well, you’re also here, aren’t you?’

‘Yeah, but that’s me,’ he shrugged. ‘Go home. Don’t make me shut your computer down.’

‘I just need to finish one-’

‘Finish it tomorrow. Your boss is kicking you out,’ Baekhyun quipped and you sighed in annoyance. You knew that he wasn’t kidding about shutting your work computer down, so you made sure that you were indeed alone, and teleported back home.

‘Traveling’ around the office, however, was slightly different. It required even more precautions. Thankfully, Baekhyun had a small walk-in wardrobe area, which you used often to check whether there was someone in the room before getting to the huge whiteboard you loved to utilize. It had worked pretty well for you for weeks and months, until that one time… it suddenly did not.

The night you decided it was late enough for most people to be out of the office anyways and teleported to your usual spot, was the night everything changed.

It was dark outside, and you weren’t sure why Baekhyun’s assistant hadn’t left yet (you saw her coat on the hanger just minutes earlier). So you decided to sneak in the way you always did, and blinked, shutting your eyes for a long second. Opening them, you faced the wall of Baekhyun’s wardrobe and listened to hear if someone was there. You were always quiet after you teleported, and you became extra cautious when you heard something. You couldn’t make anything out at first, but then realized it was a sigh. Or… a moan?

Unsure, you stayed frozen, turning all ears.

‘Fuck.’ A soft curse grazed your ears and you perked up.

It was Baekhyun’s voice. You were one hundred percent sure that it was him. You’d known that voice back when it was screechy and boyish, right before it broke and became velvety and warm, like honey left out in the morning sun.

‘Shit, baby,’ you heard him breathe out, accompanied by an obscene wet sound and a chair creaking. ‘Yes, just like that.’

It was like lightning struck you on the spot.

Realizing what you were hearing, you closed your eyes, teleporting faster than you could blink. In that odd moment you were stunned and panicked and not in control. It was a while since you’d teleported unsafely like that. The act required some concentration, which you were unable to exercise then. Hence you ended up losing your balance and crashing into your office desk, somehow obtaining a long painful cut on your thigh from the corner of the table in the midst of it. You almost cried out, but held it in, to avoid making any more noise than you had already made. Staring at the wall blindly for a few moments, you felt tears forming in your eyes. Why was this upsetting you? So what if he was having sex with his assistant in his office? It wasn’t like you caught your boyfriend cheating on you. You had no right to feel like this about him. Hadn’t you moved on a while ago?

As a thick drop of blood began to trickle down your thigh, you snapped out of it and teleported home. You had to prevent an ugly scar from replacing the deep scratch in the near future, and there was no way you were going to ask Baekhyun to heal you.

You spent the next hour crying in the bathroom, unsure whether you were so hurt by the wound you’d inflicted upon yourself or by the reignited feelings you thought you had buried deep enough.

You took a few days off.

Unable to look Baekhyun in the eye after the shameful ordeal in his office, you told him you needed to see a family doctor via text and left for the rest of the week. You did see a doctor in your hometown, and stayed with your parents for a bit too. Not only because you didn’t spend time at your parents’ house too often, but also because you could lock yourself up in your room and stare at the ceiling, hearing the now distant voice looping in your head. ‘Shit, baby. Just like that.’

You felt sick to your stomach.

It wasn’t only the shame of catching your best friend in such an act, but also the bitter disappointment you felt at the circumstances. You never thought of Baekhyun as the stereotypical boss who’d have his secretary sprawled over his own desk. He had always been pretty quiet about his relationships, and you thought he was just being a gentleman. Now that your ears had witnessed how ‘classy’ he actually was, it was impossible not to question all of the aspects of his personality that you thought you knew through and through. And the hidden context of the moments you’d shared recently. Like, whenever he was nagging at you for staying late in the office, was he actually mad at you for being an obstacle to his rendezvous with the ubiquitous assistant?

The thought of being an obstacle to Baekhyun did not sit well with you.

‘No, it can’t be,’ you whispered to yourself, shaking your head and picking up the phone to scroll through the previews of at least a couple dozen messages Baekhyun had sent you since your sudden relocation to your family home.

‘How are you?~ I still want to know why you needed to go to the doctor’

‘Tell me, Y/N-aaaah~’

‘It’s not serious, right?! Hehe I hope not’

‘I can heal you anyways, not a big deal. Don’t worry about me, just come back and I’ll make you lit. Ye know? Lite u up’

‘You’re not reading my messages’

Missed call

‘Text me when you’re done. I’m worried’

Missed call

Missed call

‘Y/N, you still busy?’

‘Pls text when you can’

Missed call

Missed call

‘I have a meeting, but call me whenever you see this, I’ll leave my phone on’

‘Y/N-ah, are you ok? I’m home, and I really don’t know what to think’

‘When are you coming back? Do you need me to come see you?’

‘I can come, just say the word. Are you really that sick, Y/N-ah? I’m really worried’

‘Text me even if it’s late. I can’t sleep anyways’

You couldn’t finish reading though his monologue, tears clouding your eyesight. Every message played out in your head so vividly. Every little bit of it was Baekhyun. Your best friend, the playful one, the one who always worried about you and took care of you, the one who you desperately wanted to hold onto, and the one you were currently running away from, again. You could almost hear his voice reading the message out loud in your head, when your screen lit up.

‘I’m gonna come see you, Y/N-ah. I can’t find your mom’s phone number, but it’s only a few hours to drive’

You’d let out a shaky breath and almost choked on air as you accidentally clicked on the message, opening the entire chat.

‘Shit,’ you cursed at your own clumsiness, staring at the screen. He could definitely see that you had opened the messages. You almost felt his anxiousness grow as he waited for you to reply.

‘Y/N?’ he prompted.

You chewed on your lip. It was too early, you weren’t ready to talk to him yet.

‘Don’t come. I’m fine’

The text seemed so dry compared to how you usually chat.

Baekhyun fell silent.

And then started video calling you.

Almost jumping up on the bed, you hurriedly pressed decline, heart almost beating out of your chest with nerves.

You were both silent for a few moments before you saw him typing something.

‘I just need to see that you’re fine. I know it’s late’

‘I don’t want to’

You responded, gritting your teeth.

‘A pic then? Or tell me you’re really ok, and I’ll call you in the morning’

He was so in your face with his concern that you snapped.

‘I don’t want to talk to you!’

You threw your phone on the pillow and sobbed, feeling pathetic once more.

‘So stupid,’ you cursed, unsure if it was directed at your friend or yourself.

Your phone vibrated again.

‘Oh, what now?’ you grabbed it frustratedly and read his message.

‘…Why? Did I do something?’

He seemed so clueless that you couldn’t hold it in any longer.

‘I don’t wanna talk to you, Baekhyun. And I don’t want to see your face, so don’t even think about coming here.’

Send

‘You’re just like every other man I know. I don’t want to see you!’

Send

‘Leave me alone!’

Send

You put your phone away, tears streaming down your face, chest heaving with renewed sobs. It was probably the first time for you to fight like that, and you felt devastated. You were on the verge of being hysterical.

Closing your eyes, you tried to focus on your breathing. It was essential for you to calm down before you accidentally threw yourself into some desert or hurt yourself again. You were especially afraid of teleporting right into Baekhyun’s room, since your own heart was aching at the way you told him off. But you were so angry and so incredibly sad, you didn’t know how else to deal with it. Whenever you used to argue when you were kids, it was so easy to make up. Baekhyun had always welcomed you back in. What if you had slammed the door too loudly this time?

Why did you care if he was fucking his assistant or not?

How could you stop the painful squeeze in your chest?

The questions swirling in your head had you crying yourself to sleep that night.

You woke up so shattered that you were wary of showing your face to your parents. After a long refreshing shower… you still didn’t look great, but noted slight improvement. Checking your phone timidly, you realized it had died, so you left it to charge before joining your parents for lunch.

As much as they were happy to see you, they knew something was going on. You looked terrible and you had no appetite for the home cooked meal, but most importantly – you were not glued to your phone to talk to your ‘puppy dog tail’, which is what your mom used to call Baekhyun for following you around when you were little. Everything was off about this unannounced visit, and your mother knew that better than anyone.

‘Did you have a fight?’ she asked, once you were left alone in the kitchen to do the dishes.

‘Huh?’

‘You and Baekhyun. What happened?’

‘Nothing,’ you answered sourly. ‘He just- disappointed me, that’s all.’

‘Is that so?’ your mom asked, the corner of her mouth jumping upwards faintly. ‘I’m sure you can let him off the hook once in your lifetime.’

‘What do you mean?’

‘Oh honey, that boy has been all over your case since forever. I wonder whether you’re trying to keep your relationship a secret from me, or maybe you are that silly.’

‘What are you talking about, mom?’ you whined. ‘You don’t know him that well. Even I don’t know him that well, apparently-’

‘Oh don’t you now?’ your mother interrupted. ‘Just ask him how he feels about you.’

‘Yeah, right,’ you sighed.

‘What’s holding you back, your pride? Or maybe you’re scared, because you know you broke his heart with a harsh word?’ Your mom’s eyes had a fiery spark you didn’t witness often. Only when she tapped into her power of vision.

‘Why did you leave him when he needs you the most?’

‘You- saw something?’ you stuttered.

‘I only saw that hearts can be mended,’ your mom smiled at you and turned around to join dad in the living room. ‘But he is desperate right now.’

‘Desperate? Why, is he in trouble?’ you felt sick again, worry bubbling in your stomach. ‘M-Mom?’

‘I’ve already said too much. Ask him.’

As she said that, you bolted. Up the stairs, to your bedroom. Grabbing the charging phone from the nightstand, you unlocked it and opened your messaging app.

‘Baek…’ you sent, typing the follow up message right away.

The dots appeared immediately, making you pause.

His next three messages made you shiver.

‘I don’t know why you’re so upset with me, but… Something happened’

‘Please come’

‘I’m scared. I need you’

You sprang off the bed, pacing around the room nervously. Should you change from your pajamas? Did you have time for that? What if that was a trick to get you to talk to him? But your mom said his heart was broken, and he was- you couldn’t-

‘Mom, dad, I’m going home!’ you yelled before shutting your eyes and reappearing in Baekhyun’s eerily quiet apartment. All of the curtains were closed, and it was as dark as the night in there.

‘Baek?’ you called, walking almost blindly towards his bedroom. ‘You home?’

‘Y/N,’ his voice sounded so different when he called back. You weren’t sure if he called through a sob, but you were aware of your heart beating fast and heavy in your throat as you approached his room hurriedly. You prayed that he was okay, that he didn’t do anything stupid or hurt himself while you were away.

Storming into the dimly lit room you looked around until your eyes fell on a curled figure on the floor, back leaning on the bed, and you froze.

You knew these pants, and this shirt. Baekhyun wore those a lot at home. The stupid fluffy socks you gifted him for Christmas as a joke? He had always put those on when he was down, he said they cheered him up. But Baekhyun never had such long silky hair. He did not have narrow shoulders and round breasts.

And you were sure as hell that Baekhyun never was a girl.

‘B- Baek?’ you mumbled in shock.

He looked up at you, eyes poignant and glimmering with tears.

‘Oh, Baekhyunie,’ you lamented, walking up to him and dropping on your knees to gather his (her?) fragile frame into a tight hug.

It didn’t matter that you were mad at him before, or that you had your own feelings to worry about. He was your best friend, even when you wanted to beat the hell out of him for being a moron and messing around at work, and he was going through something profound.

‘What happened?’ you asked, stroking his soft locks to calm him down.

He clung to your pajama top, almost sobbing into your neck as he tugged you closer, effectively making you straddle him. 

‘I thought you weren’t gonna come,’ he sniffled.

‘I’m here. I’m sorry,’ you unwrapped your arms to wipe the tears off of his beautiful delicate face.

‘I can’t snap back into my male form,’ his voice trembled. ‘I don’t know if I can, ever,’ he added in an almost panicked voice.

Your heart clenched at his vulnerability. He was always there to pick up the pieces for you, and it was time for you to be his rock. Fair is fair.

‘You can. Hey,’ you caught his face in your palms, repeating calmly, ‘You can, and you will. You shifted, right? It means you’re a shifter, Baekhyun. You can always shift back, but maybe not right away.’

He swallowed hard, rubbing his reddened eyes.

‘But- This has never happened before,’ he mumbled. ‘The first time in my entire life-’

‘Maybe it was dormant,’ you suggested, hand stroking his hair gently. ‘What triggered you?’

Baekhyun was silent for a few moments, while you were busy brushing rogue strands away from his eyes.

‘You,’ he then provided, surprising you with his answer.

‘...Because I said I didn’t want to talk to you?’

‘No. You said you didn’t want to see me. That I was just like all the other men,’ he reminded bitterly. ‘I kept thinking about it until I felt dizzy. I don’t remember anything else, I woke up like this.’

‘Oh my god,’ you gasped, guilt overwhelming you. ‘I’m so, so sorry, Baekhyunie!’

You held him tight, whispering jumbled apologies into his ear.

‘At least now I know you’re okay,’ he sniffed again before looking down and noticing your bandaged leg. ‘What happened? You are hurt, that wasn’t an excuse?’

Ignoring your protests, he hauled the bandage down to reveal the still fresh cut. He brushed his fingers over it, knitting his eyebrows in concentration, as warm lights appeared around your wound. He pressed his open palm to your skin, and the light slowly died down. The deep scratch underneath his hand had vanished. But then he looked at you again, waiting for clarification, which had you mumbling something about it being unimportant.

‘No, Y/N. Don’t you think you owe me an explanation? You disappeared on me, you ignored my messages and then told me to fuck off, I wanna know what I did to make you hate me this much!’ He was definitely more snappy as a girl.

His intense eyes pinned you down, and the frowning lips caught your attention. As he raised an eyebrow impatiently, you came back to your senses.

‘Huh? Oh, just forget it. I’m sorry for what I said earlier-’

‘Tell me. Now,’ Baekhyun gritted, grabbing you by the shoulders.

‘I- I- I can’t!’ you squeaked.

‘What? Why?’ a narrowed pair of eyes blinked at you.

‘It’s too embarrassing, I-’

‘I am a girl, Y/N! I gotta know-’

‘I heard you with your assistant!’ You yelled in his face with your eyes closed. And waited, clasping the material of his shirt in your hands anxiously.

‘…what?’ You opened your eyes to his confused face.

‘You- Umm,’ you were unsure how to proceed. ‘I teleported into your office at a late hour, and apparently, you were in there, and I heard you… uh-’

‘Oh fuck.’ He threw his head back in realization.

‘Yeah,’ you pursed your lips, unsure of how to interpret his reaction.

‘Wait, the assistant?’ he suddenly straightened up and frowned. ‘You thought I was fucking my assistant?’

He sounded offended, so you tried a tiny ‘Yeah?’

‘You’re such an idiot!’ he complained, and you got a bit defensive.

‘Frankly, it’s your fault for engaging in that at work! Even if it wasn’t the assistant!’

‘Hell, excuse me for being a man and having to relieve myself in my damn office because the girl I’ve been in love with for years is clueless about how much I fucking want her!’

The way he said it in one swift frustrated breath made you feel like boiling water was poured all over you. Did he mean… you?

But- Why didn’t you know? How could you have missed it? It wasn’t like you didn’t care enough to see the signs, quite the opposite, and you still never noticed him being anything more than warm and friendly with you.

His breathing was ragged from the simmering emotion.

‘You… Want me?’ you whispered hesitantly.

‘Yes,’ he said firmly, but then added in a softer voice. ‘Even then, in my office… I was alone, I was... thinking of you, actually. Your damn shorts make me regret the no dress code rule!’

Shocked at his confession, you could only stare at him blankly.

‘What does it matter. I’m a freaking girl now,’ he scoffed, looking down at himself.

‘I don’t care,’ you stated out of the blue.

Taking his face gently between your palms again, you continued.

‘I don’t care if you’re a girl. Whether you are Baekhyun or… Baekhyunie?’ he snorted slightly at the name. ‘I love you all the same,’ you finished your cheesy disclosure, taking in his astounded eyes. A heartbeat later, you were kissing him. For the very first time.

Slow to react initially, he then wrapped his arms around you and pulled you closer, dragging your hips over his and causing you to moan into his mouth. He used this opportunity to slip his tongue in, exploring, bossing you around and getting more and more into it with every passing second. It was a bit sloppy, and the loud sounds of your kissing made the little hairs on your skin stand in excitement, but you couldn’t get enough of his sweet peachy flavor.

The atmosphere in the room changed in a matter of seconds.

‘Shit,’ he cursed after you broke the contact to get some oxygen. ‘Excuse me when I say that I wish I could have my dick back right now.’

‘Oh what, you’re nothing without your dick?’ You asked teasingly, sliding the shirt off of him with one hand, and squeezing his bare breast with another. ‘Perky.’

‘Fuck off,’ he laughed softly, letting you play with it for a little longer, before pushing you on your back to trap you on the floor. ‘Let’s get these off, baby.’

After receiving a slight nod, he removed your pajamas along with your underwear. You kind of expected yourself to be shy, after all, it was the first time he was seeing you fully naked, but you didn’t really mind. Maybe it was his female appearance that put you at ease.

‘It’s nice that you walk around in your pajamas all the time. So easily removed,’ he pecked your mouth before latching onto your nipple and grazing his teeth over it slightly.

‘Ah! Slow down,’ you cried out, twisting his nipple in revenge.

‘Ouch!’ he looked up from your breasts, holding onto his own soft mound.

‘Be gentle,’ you stressed before letting him get back to it.

Realizing how tender the body part was, he proceeded with a much more delicate hand, trailing light kisses over the area and up the side of your neck.

You still felt like your entire body was scorched. It was difficult to wrap your mind around the fact that this was Baekhyun, your best friend, and you were about to have sex with him. While he was a girl, no less. You’d never even let yourself think about being intimate with him, slapping yourself on the wrist mentally any time something stirred inside you. Moreover, it was your first ever experience with someone your own sex. It wasn’t hard to imagine how weird it must have felt for Baekhyun to do this in a female body, with his own reactions foreign to him. Had he ever experienced this tightness and heaviness in his lower stomach? Or maybe the tingle in his nipples, when you used an opportunity to brush your fingertips over them briefly? Or the feeling of soaked panties sticking to the skin?

Thinking of this, you snaked your hand into his loose pants.

‘Ah fuck!’ he jolted from your touch, grabbing onto your wrist. ‘What- what the hell-’

You giggled at his perplexion and decided to make it worse.

‘You’re wet, Baekhyunie.’ You licked your lips, suddenly thirsty. ‘Come here.’ You tugged him closer, as he resisted feebly. ‘Don’t be shy.’ You placed a quick kiss on his cheek and rotated your wrist to shake his hold off.

He swallowed, unsure of what to do, but his grasp on you weakened. Sucking his lower lip in, he avoided your eyes and focused on breathing in and out as you slid your fingers further down, reaching his slick folds again.

He let out a breathy gasp and grabbed onto your shoulder.

‘It’s okay, baby,’ you whispered, pushing against his frame to roll him over on his back.

He obliged, and you used this as your cue to rid him of the remaining clothes. They weren’t a great fit for his female body anyways.

‘Fuck, Baek,’ you sighed in astonishment. ‘You’re so gorgeous.’ That wasn’t a lie. He was probably the prettiest girl you had ever seen in your life. Features even more sculpted, body so milky and feminine, soft locks emphasizing his plump lips and dark almond eyes.

‘I wonder if you weren’t interested in me before because I wasn’t a girl,’ he chuckled, visibly bashful.

‘Hey, you’re turning me gay as we speak,’ you retorted. ‘I might not want the male version of you back.’

‘I hope you’re kidding, it feels weird to have a- a- I can’t even say it!’

‘A pu-’

‘Shut up!’ He hid his suddenly burning face in his palms.

You laughed, leaning forward to hover over him.

‘I don’t remember ever seeing you this flushed. Cute.’ You avoided his arguments by kissing him, trailing your hand down his tense belly in the meantime. ‘Relax, it’s just me. If you don’t like my fingers, I can use my mouth.’

‘No-’ Baekhyun rose up on his elbows and stuttered. ‘I- don’t think I’m ready for that.’

‘Okay.’ You nodded easily.

‘But I think I can…’ He swallowed anxiously. ‘I think I can take your fingers.’

‘Aw.’ You cooed, making him even more red. ‘Cutie.’

He wrapped his arms around you to glue your body to his and stop you from ogling his nakedness. Laughing into his mouth, you resumed fondling his inner thighs.

‘This is so weird,’ he kept repeating, once you’d slipped inside. ‘So freaking weird.’

Only smiling before nibbling on the tender skin of his neck, you still worked your wrist.

You were almost shaking yourself, since his leg was now trapped between yours, and in this position your wetness was getting smeared on his smooth skin.

‘Oh fuck,’ he sighed, voicing your own thoughts.

‘Just like that?’ You whispered smugly, curling your fingers and grunting as he writhed underneath, unintentionally rubbing his thigh against you.

You swayed your hips slightly, stimulating him further with your hands on his body.

‘I- I think- I’m gonna-’

You bit down your lower lip, working him up to his first high in this body. Crying out, he arched his back and shook violently as you let him ride it out, squeezing his breast with your other palm. Slowing your tired hand down, you allowed him to enjoy the aftershocks, until his body went limp. Baekhyun’s arms, still holding onto you, kept you from rolling off onto your side, so you just laid on top of him, legs still intertwined with his.

Listening to his steadying breath with your ear to his slightly damp chest, you chuckled at your thoughts.

‘What?’ he asked, probably still a little self-conscious.

‘I’m just wondering.’ You moved your head up slightly. ‘If we were dating, would that be considered cheating?’

He stilled for a second and then let out a strained laugh.

‘I guess you’ll have to date me to find out.’

‘Guess so.’ You beamed, feeling him tense a little.

‘You mean it?’ he inquired cautiously, urging you to look at him.

‘Oh I mean it. I also mean it when I say that the locks in your office need to be changed. It should only be easy for me to get in at any point.’

‘Still jealous? I told you I was alone.’ He grinned at your now frowning face.

‘Not for lack of volunteers! Pretty sure any unmarried female employee you have would’ve gladly joined you. And now possibly male, too.’

‘Glad that I don’t need them, then. I have you for all of my forms.’

‘All?’ You perked up. ‘You have more? Oh, don’t tell me you also turn into wild animals or some other nonsense!’

‘Hey! I might as well turn into a tiger if you keep harassing my pure feelings for you!’

‘Pure f- I just had my fingers in your p-’

‘Stop! Talking about my lady parts!’ He squirmed, freeing himself from your weight to crawl onto the bed and hide under the covers.

You sprawled on the floor, laughing at him.

‘Lady parts? Gosh, Baek, do you secretly work in a kindergarten?’

‘No, I don’t. I just want my dick back to shut you up,’ he mumbled from under the blanket.

‘Oh? You didn’t want me to go down on you earlier, but you have no reservations about shoving your dick in my mouth? Men are so weird,’ you mused, and Baekhyun kicked his leg into the air feigning annoyance.

‘That’s not what I meant!’

You laughed, getting on the bed next to the fuming pile of cloth.

‘Yah, Baekhyunie,’ you snickered. ‘You are a fabulous woman, but your feet are still quite, well… Large,’ you lifted the blanket further. ‘And hairy? But- Wait a second,’ before you could finish, he shook the covers off.

‘Am I back?’ 

You nodded, the usual Baekhyun with ruffled bed hair in your view. ‘I’m back!’ he yelled, and then quickly lifted the blanket where it was covering his modesty. ‘And you’re back! Oh my god, we’re back!’

You giggled as he tackled you on the bed, his male body and strength returning at once, and peppered ecstatic kisses all over your face.

‘Fucking finally,’ he swore in a much deeper voice. Not giving it any thought, you opened your legs for him to rest between.

‘But wait,’ you protested playfully. ‘Does the cheating begin now?’

‘Oh you.’ He moved your hair out of your face. ‘Pretty sure ‘Baekhyunie’ could do better in bed. Didn’t she just leave you all wet and needy?’

You whined at his touch on your tender skin, and he pressed his hips forward, his growing hard-on grinding into your soaked pussy. The tip nudged your clit roughly, putting pressure onto the sensitive spot and almost making your eyes roll.

‘I think it’s between me and my girl,’ you gritted your teeth at the pleasure.

‘I think not.’ He somehow sounded jealous, although he knew he only had himself to compete with.

He pulled back slightly, making you whimper at the loss of friction, slick dripping from your entrance just to be caught by his fingers and spread over your already glistening folds.

‘Baek,’ you moaned, grip on his forearm tightening.

He kept teasing your slit with his fingers, enjoying the way your hips bucked into his palm every time his digits slipped inside. You sobbed as he stretched you – not the way you wanted though.

‘Please just- fuck me already,’ you moaned, arching your back when he reached your sweet spot. Would have felt so much better had he done it with something other than his fingers.

‘I can make you come like this. It feels pretty good, now that I’ve tried,’ he chuckled and you slapped his shoulder as he sat up.

‘Stop playing with me!’

‘And what do I get if I stop?’ He teased, rubbing you leisurely with his thumb and stroking himself with a spare hand.

‘You can fuck me raw.’

His fingers froze.

‘No condom?’

‘No nothing. I’m on the pill. And I trust you.’

Baekhyun swore under his breath, licking his lips hungrily. Your words had wound him up to no end, but the man’s mind was wondering. ‘Since when?’

‘My ex. Just continued taking them when I moved in with you.’

‘That asshole boyfriend of yours,’ Baekhyun spat, making the feeble lights flicker, as you cleared your throat.

Then he caught on to what you’d said.

‘So, had I hit on you one evening-’

‘Most likely would’ve let you. The amount of times I had to hand wash my panties feeling ashamed and horny after our movie nights…’

‘Oh now you just want me to feel stupid.’ He frowned, the dim light in the room dying.

‘No. I want you to feel good. Inside me,’ you responded into the darkness, feeling the pads of his gentle fingers travel across your inner thigh.

He kept stroking you silently for a few seconds.

‘Tell me how you want it.’ His voice was a bit hoarse, and you shivered in anticipation.

‘I wanna see you,’ you whispered, and then tiny little orbs began appearing all around you, until it looked like the starry night sky above the bed.

You only let out a shaky breath as he slid into you. Rolling his hips steadily, in and out, he grunted from how tight you were around his length, and how welcoming.

Right after spending some time in a female form, Baekhyun suddenly felt so hunky. He saw you as tiny and fragile now more than ever, wanting to be extra protective and most gentle with you. His thrusts were slow and somewhat lazy, but his ears and eyes didn’t miss a single gasp or a knit of your brows.

You, on the other hand, were almost floating. Not just from the long awaited pressure against your inner walls, but from the affection in every touch, and the way your lover’s skin pressed into yours, and the sheen of sweat on his chest, and the glint of minuscule stars in his eyes…

‘Baekhyun,’ you called, motioning him to lean closer and wrapping your arms around his neck. ‘I really love you.’

He huffed out a laugh and grazed the tip of your nose with a bunny kiss.

‘Don’t say that when I’m inside you,’ he murmured, yet unable to contain his blissful smile.

‘I’m sorry for earlier,’ you began, but he wasn’t having any of it.

‘I don’t care. You’re finally mine.’ He drove his hips inside you with precision. ‘I don’t care.’

You used his proximity to start a kiss, losing the driver’s seat to him pretty quickly and not spending a second regretting it. It was obvious that you could give yourself to him fully and he’d know what to do. Trembling in his embrace, you clenched around him and urged him to go faster. Not making you ask twice, he picked up the pace and gradually worked up to intense thrusts, the swollen tip hitting your spot every time.

‘Fuck, you feel so good,’ he rumbled, reveling in the responsive motions of your body. You only hummed, grinding your pelvis against him.

A small droplet of perspiration made its way from the shorter hair at his temple, and you raised your hand to catch it, then slipping your fingers into his hair. You were both so close; his hot sweaty body on top of yours made you crave release even more.

‘Ah please, don’t stop,’ you wailed, meeting his passionate hips with yours, inner muscles clenching around the hardness inside you. He felt perfect, like he fit you in every way possible.

‘Shit, baby,’ he called. ‘I’m close too, don’t-’

‘I want to,’ you interrupted him, pushing him into yourself with the heel of your foot. ‘You can come inside me.’

‘Fuck,’ he almost growled, gripping your thigh desperately as he reached deeper and deeper. The sounds produced by your exhausted bodies were so crude and lascivious that it didn’t take long for the growing tension in your lower belly to burst and overwhelm your entire body.

‘Oh, oh fuck-’ repeating your lover’s curses, you held onto his shoulders while your orgasm shook you underneath him.

Keeping his thrusts quick and shallow, Baekhyun groaned as he felt himself tipped over by your release, face contorted in pleasure as he finally filled you with his warmth.

~

The lights around you shone the brightest, resembling magic dust sprinkled around your tangled bodies. They shimmered on Baekhyun’s skin, making him look like an angel. So much so that you had to touch his face with your palm to make sure he was real. And all of this was not a dream.

‘Is it too much if I call you my Light?’ You began sentimentally.

‘Is it too much if I ask you to come in my office whenever I want?’

‘You’ve been doing that all along,’ you tittered, watching him pull the covers over your bodies and lying down comfortably next to you.

‘Come in my office, not come into my office,’ he clarified with a smug expression.

‘Baekhyun!’ You exclaimed, only slightly appalled, and he pulled you into his arms before you could smack him out of embarrassment.

‘I know, I know. I can’t wait for it either,’ he hummed, his childishly happy laugh almost deafening while you merely cursed at him.

What could you do, you loved this dork and his silly sense of humor. And his awesome powers. And his soft heart. What a package, this Byun Baekhyun. What a perfect package.

Author’s Note: This is just a cute little something while I work on bigger stories – those are taking forever to get edited… :( Feel free to DM me in case you want to help out with some of it (check out my beta reader post). I was trying something new in terms of structuring this, I hope it’s not too confusing. Anyways, please enjoy and let me know if you’d like more of these!! Thanks baekshoney for taking a quick look!

Baekhyun was incredibly focused.

The task at hand was not something he was used to undertaking, neither had he expected to be in this position tonight, crouched uncomfortably on the living room floor in front of you. He was pretty tired after work, and the stoop was making both his knee and his neck hurt. Not that he was going to say anything about the inconvenience anyway.

It was strangely quiet, seeing that this was your home, always boisterous. Loud with your laughter, your endless chattering, your purposefully bad singing, or even your arguments. But right now, the only sounds reverberating around the room were your residual sniffling and his concentrated breathing. You tried to take a closer look at his hands, quite unsuccessfully since your massive seven-months pregnant belly was in the way.

‘Don’t move,’ he asked, when you shifted slightly.

You nodded, effectively doing that again, so he shot you a dirty look and held you in place by the ankle, to which you muttered something apologetic.

‘Are you trying to make me mess up?’

‘Sorry,’ you mumbled, chewing on your lip to control your impatience.

You better let your husband do this – he definitely took his mission seriously. Of course, there was no way he’d mess up and make you cry the way you were when he came through the door. Simply no way.

Even if he had to crouch and do this for the next hour.

~

It couldn’t have been more than thirty minutes since he arrived home. At the time, Baekhyun expected you to be happy that he came early to spend some more time together, but instead found you sitting at the edge of the couch, bawling your eyes out.

At the sight of this he felt his heart skip a beat in fear. He very rarely got like this, usually the one to take a step back and look at any issue calmly and with a bit of humor. But now was a special time – you were getting ready to become parents for the very first time – which made him overly cautious and uncharacteristically fussy around you. Hence, while he stood frozen in the doorway, a million scary thoughts went through his panicked mind. His eyes searched your body frantically: there were no visible injuries, no blood, the bump was intact…

‘What’s going on? Y/N?’ He was trying so hard to cover up his terror that he instantly gave himself away by using your name like this. Too serious. ‘Are you hurt?’

He reached you in a second, kneeling in front of you and touching your wrists as you covered your face while crying.

‘Baby, tell me what’s wrong,’ he almost pleaded.

He wanted to help but had no idea what was happening. You looked fine from what he could tell and the TV was off, so it definitely wasn’t due to any tragic plot twist in your favorite series. Your shoulders shook with more sobs and he shifted his palms to rub them in calming motions. There was an unusual lump in his throat. He could barely stand seeing you, his partner and future mother of his child, like this. Sure, these past few months of your regular hormonal crying taught him some resolve, but that dreadful time was over weeks ago. He’d never even seen you this discomposed before, so the reasoning behind your state was to be determined as soon as possible.

‘Hey,’ he tried again, putting his gentle palm on your belly absentmindedly. ‘I need to know if you’re hurt, babe, so that I can help. Do you need me to call someone?’

You shook your head no, and he nodded to himself.

‘Okay. Why don’t you breathe with me for a second?’

With you getting upset during a good portion of your early pregnancy, Baekhyun had to train himself at the art of figuring out the reason and calming you down to talk about it. Breathing exercises seemed quite helpful whenever he could get through to you, and this was one of those cases. You must’ve been crying for a bit, since before he arrived even. That thought made his heart clench.

‘Breathe in with me, like this,’ he took a deep breath through his nose, ‘And exhale from your mouth.’

He guided you by example, and you subconsciously followed the suggested pattern.

A couple minutes later, your sobs were reduced to sniffling, and you lowered your palms enough for Baekhyun to see your red, watery eyes.

‘Aw sweetheart,’ he bemoaned, carefully investigating your blotched face.

He took his time wiping the tears off your cheeks while you sat there with your sweater paw pressed to your runny nose.

His touch was always so comforting in times like this. There was nothing like it. And everything about your husband gave you a sense of tranquility and security when he was near. Even Baekhyun’s breathing was doing its part in relaxing you.

He allowed you to bask in his affection, stroking your arm lingeringly and tracing the remaining wet trails on your cheeks with his fingertips. As your breathing slowly came back to normal, he could finally pay attention to the surroundings. There was a small colorful item on the floor that he’d noticed only now. Curious, he picked it up and read the label.

‘Dior Ver- vernis? Is this nail polish?’ He asked in confusion and received a feeble nod from you.

Baekhyun could barely place this item in ‘the big picture’, so he tried asking you again.

‘So… Can you tell me what happened?’

You looked away, avoiding his eyes. He examined your face and was mystified by the embarrassed look that appeared on it out of the blue.

‘Y/N?’

‘It’s- I think it’s hormones again,’ you croaked and looked away.

While this was an excellent excuse, he’d known you well enough to understand that it was one.

‘Tell me everything, honey. What got you upset?’

His palm went back to caressing your baby bump, and you instantly felt loved and cherished from the simple action. Your fidgety fingers lowered to play with his.

‘It’s- nothing serious,’ you confessed. ‘I just- my feet got hideously swollen today… And I had a pedicure appointment. Had to cancel.’

Baekhyun nodded, still unsure of what exactly caused this outburst. Your feet tended to get swollen often these days, this wasn’t news to either one of you, and it was fine, your doctor had said. It couldn’t have been some randomly cancelled appointment that got you in tears, right? Or could it?

‘I- tried doing it myself,’ you continued reluctantly, noticing his puzzlement. ‘But it’s impossible. I can’t even see anything because- because I’m so huge,’ you stifled a sob. ‘And swollen, and clumsy, and-’

‘And beautiful,’ Baekhyun interrupted your rant that was headed the wrong way already.

He could see it now. This was definitely hormone infused but there was also something else underneath. Your husband hummed, a playful expression creeping up his face.

‘Why would this upset you though? You’re only ‘huge’ because you’re carrying our healthy boy,’ Baekhyun’s tone was thick with fondness as he said that. ‘He’s going to be a big one. At this rate I’m willing to bet that he’s going to be taller than Chanyeol. All thanks to his miracle mother.’

You snorted a laugh at his non-scientific statement, finding his warm palm on your stomach. He just loved touching it at all times.

‘What if it’s a girl?’ You whispered, and your husband gasped, now pressing both hands to your belly protectively.

‘Why would you say that! She’d be a model then, and I don’t want my little girl to be one. She’s mine to look at and cherish,’ he pretend grumbled before adding a softer, ‘Just like you.’

Nudging his shoulder timidly, you giggled and bit your lip to contain your bashful smile.

‘Hm, you know what?’ He clicked his tongue, looking like he’d had a revelation. ‘I’m sure pedicure isn’t rocket science; I can do it.’

You barely reacted as he swiftly took the fluffy slipper off your right foot and rested it over his knee.

‘No!’ You tried to retract the limb but he held you by the ankle. In any case, you were way too lumpish to do it gracefully.

‘Oh, come on! You think this can scare me? Those are just feet, Y/N,’ he scolded and looked down, almost jumping. ‘Holy mother of-!’

You squirmed and hid your eyes in your sleeve as he proceeded to laugh at your reaction.

‘I’m kidding, I’m kidding!’ He said in an amicable tone before continuing, ‘I’m sure I can find your toenails in there, somewhere.’

You whined at this and shoved your mischievous husband in the side with the ball of your foot.

‘Alright, alright, calm down. I’m going to put this exquisite shade of pink onto them as neatly as I can. But you have to promise me that you won’t cry if I mess up!’

‘Don’t you dare mess up. Or else you’ll have to make it up to me with three hundred foot rubs,’ you groused, sniffing again to keep your nose from running.

‘Got it. Phew, glad you won’t be able to see it up close anyways,’ he smirked, expertly shaking the nail polish in preparation.

‘Baekhyun!’ You reproached for his shamelessness.

Your husband let out a cheeky laugh and announced:

‘My foot’s falling asleep, so let’s do this!’

He was fully concentrated on your pedicure after that.

A/N: Thank you for reading! I was blown away by the feedback I received for the Duality of Baekhyunie, so I wanted to keep you entertained while I’m working on the sequel and other stuff. I hope you weren’t disappointed ❤