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He grunted as you curled into him, icy fingers digging into his waist.

‘Agh- do you have any blood flow in there?’ He nagged, putting his laptop down to cover your hands with his warm palms.

‘No,’ you mumbled, nuzzling the crook of his neck.

The ice-cold tip of your nose gave him a start.

‘Jesus, Y/N! Why are you all frozen already?’

You bellyached, digging deeper into his body in a quest for revitalizing warmth.

‘I told you, I can’t deal with these temperatures… And you’re a living heater,’ you added softly, pressing your lips to his hot smooth skin.

‘Y/N…’ Baekhyun sighed, glancing at his laptop. ‘I need to finish something real quick-’

‘No.’

You protested firmly, attaching yourself to him like a giant snuggly koala. The sound you made was probably just as scary.

Your boyfriend’s palm ran up and down your back slowly, and you shivered from the pleasurable sensation.

‘I promise to carry on my service as your heater right after I send out thi-’

‘Baek-hyun-n.’ Your voice was low, and he gulped, looking at his desktop almost in desperation.

The screen reflected in his lenses.

‘But this is important-’

‘Aren’t I important?’ You counterattacked.

It wasn’t that you had no respect for his job. But you knew he was way too responsible, and the prototype he was finishing up was probably due in another week, if not two. He could take his sweet time perfecting it tomorrow, after your heating was back up. Today, however, with your working hours well over, he needed to drop his bone and focus his attention on something else.

‘You’re the most important,’ he responded without hesitation, and you couldn’t help but smile in satisfaction. ‘But can I just-’

‘I need you,’ you muttered through a pout, and Baekhyun’s cache instantly cleared, all things IT erased at once.

It was a dirty trick, yes, but you didn’t care since your survival was at stake here. If he was the main source of warmth in this house, you weren’t going to share him with his laptop anymore. Letting him ‘finish up’ was out of the question as well. Knowing him… he’d stay on it for hours until he’d be ready to send it to his supervisor.

‘What is it, my little cinnamon bun?’ He snickered as you pinched his side for the mockery.

‘Make me warm,’ you demanded, arms still tight around his waist.

If there was a way to tangle, or melt yourself deeper into him, you would’ve gladly tried it.

Baekhyun shut his work laptop, barely able to move it to the nightstand with you gripping him with all you got. As soon as his precious PC was safely tucked away, his attention was on you again, and you felt his lips press to the crown of your head.

You murmured in response, moving your cheek up to look at him. His gaze met yours with more warmth, and you slowly sat up, braced by his arms. Not saying a word, you lifted your hand up to trace the rim of his glasses before removing them.

Baekhyun licked his lips in meek anticipation and stayed silent. His palms continued stroking your back leisurely, not allowing the cool air outside your cocoon to bite your skin.

You caressed his face before placing a playful smooch onto his cheek, eliciting a giggle. His arms were so snug and comfortable that you almost forgot about the winter outside, breathing his calming scent in and planting more featherlight kisses onto his skin.

‘Mmh, what’s this…’ Baekhyun’s question trailed off as your lips made contact with his, not colliding fully, only teasing.

His face followed yours, trying to gain more contact, and you moved down his jaw to leave a small mark on his sensitive neck. Soon giving into his attempts to catch your mouth, you leaned in for a kiss. An array of goosebumps ran up your spine while his tongue danced with yours. Your kiss was slow, dragged out, and you were almost sinking into this cozy mess of you and him and the thick warm covers around you.

‘B-Baek-hyun…’ You stuttered impatiently, inviting him to take matters into his own hands.

Lying back on the pillows with you still on top of his thighs, he lowered his hands from your back to your hips. You jerked them forward, pleasantly surprised by the flutter of his lashes and the hazy look in his eyes. He was always so quick to be affected.

‘Come ‘ere,’ Baekhyun whispered, and you bent forward to meet his lips again before he took his turn grinding on you.

This time, however, he held your hips steady to increase the friction. You let out a tiny whimper that nearly made him lose his mind. Noticing how strong his grip on you became, you swayed your ass again, amplifying the effect of his movements.

If you were to pay attention, you’d have noticed the instantaneous spike in temperature caused by your heated bodies. But at that moment, you were consumed by the firm grind of your hips and Baekhyun’s panting.

‘Shit,’ you gritted, biting your lip as you noticed the flush in his cheeks. ‘I really want to get down to it… But won’t we get cold without clothes?’

Baekhyun chuckled.

‘You think I won’t make you break a sweat without this hoodie?’ His hands, as if wanting to prove a point, quickly rid you of said clothing item.

Giving him a skeptical look as you fixed your hair afterwards, you shook your head.

‘The tee stays.’

‘As you wish,’ he agreed, coercing you into lying down next to him. ‘But the pants have to go.’

Gasping at the loss of your clothes, you quickly wrapped yourself around your loveable heater.

‘Babe, I need to take them off too…’ Baekhyun murmured as you nuzzled his neck again, trying to collect his warmth.

‘Just roll them down, who cares? I don’t care,’ you muttered, melting as his plump lips examined your skin.

‘Hm? I thought you hated clothed sex,’ he teased, reaching down to get rid of his sweats.

‘Now I’m preserving my life. Otherwise… who’d want to keep clothes on when their boyfriend has a body like that?’

‘Stop teasing,’ Baekhyun pouted, kicking his pants off under the duvet. ‘You know I haven’t been exercising properly while working remotely. And with the delicious food you’ve been feeding me…’

‘So? I’ve gained some weight too. More than ‘some’, even.’

Your hand found his length, making him gasp.

‘Not a fair comparison. It only made you… sexier,’ he sighed, and you snickered.

‘You think I don’t find you sexy?’

Squeezing his already hard cock, you watched him run his hand through his hair frantically. He was so easy.

‘Y/N…’ He latched onto your hip as you pressed his leaking tip to your folds and rubbed it against them languidly.

‘What? Eager to get to your workout?’ Your teasing was then interrupted by his impatient thrust.

Whimpering in surprise, you gripped his forearm to steady yourself. Baekhyun actually liked to start slow, giving you a taste of what those hips could do, and slow worked fine for you. Still wrapped around his waist, you enjoyed the heat of his body and opted to laze about, letting your boyfriend do all the work for tonight.

The position wasn’t the most comfortable, but you endured lying on your side, unwilling to interrupt the flow. Baekhyun’s hand crept under your (actually, his) shirt, exploring the curves of your body vigorously. Closing your eyes, you tensed your leg, pressing him closer to you. This was perfect. You were finally hot rather than cold, and your lover’s sporadic breaths in your ear only made you heat up further.

But Baekhyun had a different plan for you. Pulling you up to get you on top of his thighs, he gripped at your waist to hold you in place while thrusting.

‘Baek-’ You cried out, a sudden clench in your core catching you off guard.

He was getting you there so fast.

‘Fuck-’ He gritted, eyes tightly shut as he rammed into you at full speed.

‘Shit, don’t slow down…’ Whimpering, you went along with his pace, meeting his jerky movements halfway.

‘Agh- damn, Y/N-ie, you need to come right now, or else-’

‘Or what?’ You panted, breath uneven from the hits of his pelvis.

He growled, fucking into you with no mercy now, and you could only gasp for air with your release quickly approaching.

‘A- ah, god!’ You went into high pitch as the heaviness in your lower belly went off with an explosive orgasm.

Baekhyun sighed in relief, watching you get finished off by his hips, and focused on his own sensations. Before you regained understanding of your surroundings, he was holding onto you again and flooding your insides with warmth.

Both of you took the next few minutes to just breathe and wait for the whirlwind inside your bodies to die down. Baekhyun’s hands were back to caressing your spine, and you hummed content with your cheek pressed to his chest and arm hugging his shoulder.

The silence lasted strangely long, but neither of you were disturbed by it. Being in the position you were in now, you couldn’t be bothered to maintain the after-sex conversation.

Finally warm and comfy, you couldn’t help but blink sleepily as you looked up to face him. Baekhyun smiled down at you with that soft smile of his, but then his expression faltered, letting you know he was thinking something naughty.

‘Out of all the ways to keep warm… You chose the best one.’

Masterlist

He often liked to lie down in your arms after taking a hot shower and you let him, even if his hair was not fully dry yet. You told him countless times to dry his hair before getting into bed, if not for his or his hair’s health, then at least for the longevity of the pillows. He never really listened but it’s not like you could blame him. If you performed a two-hour show you would be exhausted too.

Yuta was quite honestly like a human cat. As soon as he got comfortable with you, that was it. He would fall asleep so quickly and leave you trapped underneath him in whatever position you were in. On nights that he wasn’t so tired, he would spend them talking to you about things the two of you wanted to do in the future, if or when he got more popular.

Those late nights bled into early mornings together and lazy afternoons. Sometimes he would put on a cheesy anime and make you imitate the lines of the characters, causing him to turn pink and become shy. Other times the two of you would play something like Super Smash or Mariokart but it would have to be turned off within an hour or two before things got too competitive.

The best days were when you could just lie down with him and find peace in the rhythm of Yuta’s breaths. He enjoyed them equally as much and took it as a day to recharge his creativity and use you as his muse. He claimed that he gets the best ideas when you’re around.

He once found a way to record the sound of your heartbeat and used it in the intro of one of his songs. He titled it ‘Heaven Is A Place On Earth’ and made it into a dark and beautiful tribute to his love for you.

When he told you that he wrote a song for you and included your heartbeat in it, you were imagining something softer and more delicate, maybe a song like Wildest Dreams by Taylor Swift. You were thrown off from the start when he played the demo of the song for you.

The running bass riff at the start was enjoyable, though certainly not what you expected. His vocals in the first verse started in time with heavy beats before diving into a thin pre-chorus detailing his heated love for you.

“I’d give up my sky for you

Cut my wings, die for you

Thinking again too soon

Like a beautiful ecstasy

When you get me down on my knees”

Yuta was intent on watching your face for your reactions to every new lyric. By the end of it, you were staring back into his eyes with implications of things less appropriate to put into his songs. He had done a magnificent job with this one and you were definitely going to reward him for it.

There was quite a large handful of songs that were inspired by you and the list only increased with every album he released. Some detailed the emotions he felt towards you while others metaphorically begged you to step on him. You were the apple of his eye, the jewel of his crown and he was not at all afraid to show you off.

He took you to every party, every event that invited him, and proudly introduced you to his friends and colleagues. It was a little difficult at first, meeting so many new people and remembering each of them but after some time, you settled into Yuta’s circle and found your favorites.

You would hang out with them at parties but never too far away from Yuta. Originally, it was because he was a little insecure that someone might try to steal you away from him but now it was because he found peace in your presence despite the sea of chaos surrounding you both.

“So what did you think about the new songs?” He asked over the volume of the music, one of his songs, actually.

“You know I like anything you put out,” you told him before taking a sip of your drink.

He shook his head though he wore a smile on his face. “You’re the worst consultant but the best hype person.”

You leaned into him, placing a quick kiss on his cheek. “Only the most for you.”

Yuta turned his attention fully to you and pressed his forehead against yours. “Thank you for always supporting me. I wouldn’t be here without you.”

You laughed a little from the way he looked from this angle but respected his sincerity. “Thank you for taking me with you on your journey and keeping me by your side.”

“You’re my one and only. In heaven and on Earth.”

Weirdly enough, your break-up with Jaehyun didn’t affect your relationship as much as you thought it would. It remained relatively the same, just without the labels and PDA. Though, to your slight dismay, the skinship remained.

The way you two behaved around each other was almost as if nothing had changed. People wondered why you two even broke up in the first place. But things were just more complicated than it seemed and you didn’t have the mental capacity to tell them your whole history with Jaehyun.

Not that it was any of their business, to begin with.

There was just this pull between the two of you that you couldn’t quite dispel, no matter how hard you tried. And frankly, Jaehyun didn’t try that hard either to make the boundaries clearer.

“We should stop this,” you muttered as you looked up at the ceiling while lying down on Jaehyun’s bed.

“Stop what?” he mumbled back as he flipped through his novel at his desk, where he was sitting.

You sighed and flipped onto your stomach before giving him a look. “You know what I mean.”

“Actually, I don’t know what you mean,” he replied back stubbornly, never meeting your eyes completely.

You opened your mouth, then closed it — there was no point in arguing with him when Jaehyun was adamant in not listening to you.

He exhaled sharply and got up from his seat before heading for his bathroom. “I’m going to take a shower now. We can talk when I’m done.”

You didn’t even bother responding.

You got up from his bed the second you heard the water from his shower and perused the numerous picture frames that decorated his bookshelf. Picture frames that consisted of you and him only.

Your heart tightened at the trail of memories in front of you, bringing you back slightly in time and leaving you wishing for things to be as lighthearted and easy as before.

But that was the thing about growing up.

Some people just didn’t grow at the same pace as you did and they ended up not being at the same stage of life.

You were too focused on the picture frames that you almost tripped over a small round box that laid near the bed, just barely out of sight.

Your brows furrowed and you wondered what it was. You didn’t feel shy about opening it up either since you practically knew everything there was about Jaehyun and you knew every crook and nanny of his room. So, where did this box come from, exactly?

So, you opened it, not expecting much. It probably just contained some random music memorabilia — he loved collecting those vintage collectors objects.

But to your utmost surprise, you found…

Museum tickets from your first date.

Plane tickets from your first summer vacation together abroad.

Polaroid pictures from your first road trip.

Random notes you once had passed to each other during class.

Receipts from all the restaurants you had eaten at with each other.

“What are you doing?”

Jaehyun’s voice startled you and you whipped your head around, your eyes brimmed with tears. But his expression didn’t reveal anything.

“Wh-what is this?” you asked, your voice barely a whisper.

“You weren’t supposed to open that,” Jaehyun answered briskly, but made no move to take it away from you.

“Well, how was I supposed to know not to open the box?!” you exclaimed. “And besides, you still haven’t answered my question — what is this?”

Jaehyun looked away from you. “Just a box with stuff that reminded me of you…”

You blinked in confusion. “Yes, but I don’t understand why you still have this — we broke up a while ago.”

Jaehyun remained calm, the complete opposite of you. “Do you want the truth?”

You gave him a nod apprehensively.

“The truth is that I miss you.”

But you began to shake your head and got up from the floor before you started to pace around his room. “No, you can’t do this to me, Jae. You just can’t– You broke up with me.”

Jaehyun followed you. “I know, I know! And every day, I wake up and regret ever making that decision. Why do you think I keep ignoring you whenever you bring up the fact that we’re too close for a pair of friends? It’s because I never wanted us to be friends and–”

“And, now what? You just want us to go back to how we were?” You scoffed and rubbed your forehead. “Jae, we broke up for a reason. We can’t just go back to how things were!”

Jaehyun managed to grab your hand amidst your turmoil and brought it to his heart. You could feel his heartbeat and how it got stronger with every second.

“I know, but all I’m asking is a second chance.”

You bit your lip as you could already feel your walls crumble.

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When the still silence surrounds us You trap me deep in my dreams You flood into and stir up My calm heart

© Baekhyun – Ghost

Leading a quiet life was not hard. At least not for someone like you. You just stayed out of trouble and did your thing – working, meeting up with friends, volunteering here and there, and basically getting home to eat a sandwich and watch a movie before dragging your exhausted body to bed. You were content with your timetable and didn’t crave any disturbance to it. It was a simple life, and not the most outstanding one, yet you liked it that way. You enjoyed the tranquility, even if someone would view your way of existence as uneventful.

Alas, life doesn’t always go the way we would prefer.

It all started when you bought an apartment. You didn’t think you could afford such a nice place, and you’d spent most of the spring and summer looking before stumbling upon this offer. It was a great deal — below the market since the owners needed the money quickly (or so you’d been told). Quite happy with how everything turned out, you moved into your new lodgings and settled in as soon as you could.

But it didn’t take long for you to identify that something was definitely off about it.

Sneaky shadows and eerie rustling kept bothering you pretty much daily since you’d made this place your home. In an attempt to rationalize, you told yourself that you were simply a scaredy-cat living alone. What was there to worry about? It was probably the wind or the neighbors or something like that.

But then you started having those weird dreams.

At first, you were lost in the dark, simply trying to find your way out of it. Then, you were running away from something, someone you didn’t know. Everyone had those dreams, when you tried to run as fast as you could, but your legs were heavy as lead. The nightmares you experienced started out the same, yet they worsened with time. The spooky backgrounds around you became all the more grim, and the sinister whispering followed.

The outcome was always the same. Right before you woke up, soaked in cold sweat, with shaking hands and a scream dying out in your throat, it got you.

You didn’t know what it was, but, as your nightmares gradually got more and more realistic and terrifying, you could feel someone’s scorching touch in your sleep, almost leaving burns on your skin, and a deep seductive voice in your head replaced the indecipherable whispering. It was calling out your name, promising to give you anything you desire if you just let him in…

It was driving you crazy. You’d had no proper sleep in weeks, barely holding yourself together. No amount of chamomile tea in the world could calm you down enough to have a good night’s rest, and even the sleeping pills had no tangible effect. You weren’t sure bringing those issues up with anyone was a good idea – people would most likely think that you were a psycho (which you were beginning to suspect yourself). Therefore, you tried to deal with it on your own, gradually shutting everyone out to avoid the unwanted questions about your wellbeing.

***

A couple months into your suffering, your clueless friends decided that you needed some good time to clear your head and invited you to a Halloween party. They’d been a constant buzzing in your ear for days, convincing you that a little party would benefit you. Of course, you didn’t believe that for a second, but still agreed just to change the environment for one night.

Not feeling the monster costumes this year, you dragged yourself over there, dressed in all white with wings attached to your back. Being pretty angelic – no pun intended – in comparison with your friends, you had a couple of drinks, hung out for a bit, and then headed home. The alcohol had made you even more alarmingly exhausted, not bringing much fun with it.

Once at home, you crashed on your sofa with a bottle of water to sober up a little before getting ready to sleep, your head pulsing in pain even more than before. You felt increasingly dizzy, and at first you blamed it on the alcohol. But there was that voice in your head again, whispering something you couldn’t make out. The distant growling and maniacal laughter kept ringing in your ears, sending shivers down your spine. It was now disturbing you outside of your dreams too, bringing you closer and closer to your breaking point. Both physically and mentally.

Pressing your palms to your ears was absolutely useless since you could still hear the wretched croaking, which was beginning to resemble your name. As an act of desperation, you yelled out loud, addressing no one in particular.

‘Show yourself, goddammit!’

You stared into the dim emptiness of your room for a few long moments, gaze fixated on the opposing wall. Nothing happened at first, and you were ready to slap your palm to your forehead in misguided irritation, when a deep voice startled you.

‘Finally.’ The word was a hot breath in your ear. ‘I thought you’d never ask.’

Frozen in fear, you stared at the wall, realizing that you knew this voice. It belonged to the creature haunting you in your dreams. You could feel the frostiness of his presence and see him in the corner of your vision, unable to turn your head to look him in the eye. That creature sat right next to you now.

‘Wh- who are you?’ You bleated, throat drying out in a split second.

‘Just a friendly neighborhood demon. You can call me Kai, sweetness,’ he murmured in your neck.

A demon?!

‘What do you want from me?’ You whispered, trying to will your legs to move, to get away, but unable to even tremble.

His palm rested on your thigh, neat fingernails turning into claws and prickling your skin. Your thoughts turned into goo, while your heart raced, body striving to stimulate you to fight for your survival in this critical situation.

‘You smell so good, little angel. So innocent,’ his hand moved up your thigh, almost reaching between your legs.

‘Stop it!’ You finally managed to tear yourself out of this paralysis, tumbling forward, off of the couch and down onto the floor as your legs refused to walk.

Brushing through his sea green hair, the demon laughed at your useless efforts to get away from him. He caught you by the ankle, and you kicked wildly, forcefully hitting him in the face. You crawled away until your back hit the wall and stared back at him, taking in his busted lip and his oddly colored eyes – one seemed blue, and the other was white.

‘Aw, darling, you’re so cute,’ he grinned, licking the blood off his lip with a smile of a mad man.

He did not even move to get up from the sofa. A blink – and there he was, right in front of your half-paralyzed form. You couldn’t even scream, silenced by the demonic look in his colorless eye.

‘Don’t worry, angel. You’ll learn soon enough that I like it rough and bloody,’ he smiled even wider, making your insides shrink in terror.

‘No!’ You managed to scream as he grabbed you across the waist with one arm to hoist you up and hold you against the wall with his body.

You tried to fight against him, kicking miserably and clawing at his palm, which was not only silencing you, but also cutting away most of the oxygen. Even through the haze settling in your brain you registered the feeling of his bulge pressing between your legs. There was a swift shot of adrenaline that allowed you one last leap of strength, and you hit him in the face, almost hearing his neck crack. Before he turned his head back to face you though, you managed to call out into the emptiness of your apartment.

‘Somebody please help!’

He hit you across the face with a wide palm, almost making you black out from the sheer force of it. You came back to your senses as you almost gagged at the metallic taste of blood in your mouth, soon becoming secondary to the fact that you were being choked.

‘Who are you calling for, whore?’ Kai gritted, pressing so hard on your windpipe that you almost thought that he was going to break your neck. Almost – because you couldn’t really think straight right now.

But before you could slip into the deceiving safety of unconsciousness, the demon was ripped off of you.

Losing the (unwanted) support, you collided with the floor, coughing violently, and trying to breathe, and spitting the blood, barely keeping yourself from throwing up in the process.

A struggle took place that you didn’t notice at first, preoccupied with fruitless attempts to ventilate, until you looked up to see someone standing right over you. The figure was male, and it wasn’t too familiar, however, the voice was.

‘What the fuck are you doing here?’ Kai spat at the stranger. ‘You cannot come uninvited.’

‘I qualify as somebody,’ the figure responded. ‘She let me in.’

You had no idea who that was and how or when you had let him in, but he was shielding you from the rabid creature with green hair and a white eye, so you were ready to testify.

Kai scowled dangerously.

‘I found her first. Go get your own virgin to play with,’ he said, and you almost gasped.

Was this what he was after? Your virginity? And did that mean that the other person was also a demon who was after it?

You hugged your knees in a feeble attempt to gather yourself.

‘She is mine,’ the other one growled, taking a stronger stance. ‘Get lost.’

Kai disappeared into thin air. But before you could breathe out, he reappeared in front of you. You didn’t even have time to scream – that was how fast he was hit with a ball of… light? The powerful hit threw the demon across the room and into the opposite wall, nearly making it crack. Some of your books fell out from the shelves across the room from the impact.

‘You’re not laying a finger on her,’ the figure shielding you pronounced.

The green-haired demon chuckled, spitting the blood on your floor.

‘You know an unclaimed soul is out there for anyone to have. Or we can share. There’s more than one innocence to take, you know,’ Kai smirked devilishly, and you felt your stomach twist into a tighter knot from the horror of the possibility.

‘Get the fuck out before I rip your throat out,’ the person spoke in a deep dangerous tone that you’d never even think to argue with.

His fists were tight, small rays of dark red light seeping out. And, apparently, Kai was not about to push his luck any further.

‘Sadly, I have to go, little lamb. But don’t worry, I’ll be back to check on your claim soon,’ the demon winked at you and disappeared into thin air.

There was a moment of relief, so you breathed out, hissing as you touched the irritated skin of your neck with the pads of your fingers. And then it hit you – you were now left alone with the mysterious person you had no idea about.

‘Who are- are you a demon too?’ You blurted out, watching him twitch and slump his shoulders a little in response.

‘Yes,’ he simply said, lowering his head and sighing. ‘I’m not here to hurt you, Y/N.’

Something in the way he said your name made your heart clench. You couldn’t quite grasp why you found him so familiar.

‘Have we met?’ You asked directly, voice hoarse and scratchy from the recent events.

‘Oh, you know me well. Better than anyone, probably,’ he slowly turned around to face you. ‘It’s me, Y/N-ah.’

You looked at him, eyes scanning his figure bottom to top. He was shorter than the other demon for sure, but he was lean, with strong thighs and muscular pecs visible even in his attire. As your eyes traveled up his body, anxiety filled your mind. You stared blankly at his face, momentarily stunned by its perfection. His facial features were both manly and delicate, the plump lips and the sharp jaw balancing each other. But his eyes were what rendered you speechless. Dark and a little droopy, you knew those eyes, you’d seen them many times in the pictures you kept in your precious album. The pictures of you and your best friend growing up together.

‘B- B- Baekhyun?’ You screeched, not even believing yourself when you said it.

‘Quick thinking,’ he smiled with a corner of his mouth, your chest getting tighter at the familiarity of the action.

‘H- how is this even-’

‘It’s a long story,’ he interrupted. ‘And a pretty unpleasant one. You know I didn’t die a peaceful death.’

Your eyes pricked with tears. You did know. This happened many years ago, but the memories of the tragic events haunted you to this day.

Baekhyun, your precious childhood friend, died in a street fight, when he defended some girl on his way home from vocal lessons one late night. Hit with a knife multiple times, he didn’t even make it to the hospital. This was by far the worst night of your entire life. The night you lost a person you could barely live without.

So yeah, how could you ever forget.

This Baekhyun, however, looked nothing like the bubbly teenage boy with dark messy hair and chocolate eyes. This Baekhyun had silvery blond hair, and eyes the darkest shade of blue, you’d come to realize as he took a step towards you.

‘No! This is not possible,’ you urged him to stop with your outburst. ‘All of this, it’s just another nightmare! And I’m gonna wake up to suffer through another day again.’

He sighed, pursing his lips.

‘You need to ice your wounds, your lip’s getting swollen,’ he announced.

‘My lip?’ You asked, bewildered. ‘What about my throat?’

Hissing from pain, you touched the tender area. That demon almost choked you to death, surely that left a visible mark. Most likely impossible to cover up.

‘I can help with the wounds,’ he shrugged. ‘But it’s not for free.’

You were perplexed. Did he want you to give him your soul or something? For a busted lip and a swollen throat? Yes, it was still hard to breathe and you were not sure that you could swallow, but why would he ever-

‘You’re overthinking. I’m not asking much for this. I just want to hug you.’

This made you even more confused. Why would a demon want a hug? Was it some kind of possession thing? To take over your body or something?

‘Wow, your incredible mind hasn’t changed, Y/N-ah. Always racing,’ you perked up at the affection in his voice. ‘I’m not trying to deceive you. As much as you shouldn’t trust demons… You can trust me.’

You felt stupid as you gave him a curt nod in agreement. Closing your eyes, you heard him reach you in a couple light steps, and the next thing you knew – you were gathered in his arms and held tightly.

‘I fucking missed you,’ he whispered in your hair, the tip of his nose digging deeper into the strands.

His hands stroked your back, and up your arms, and then your neck … You hummed at the prick of excitement as his fingers ghosted over your collarbone. A minute went by before you became aware of how hot and firm his body felt, while pressed against yours.

Taking a shaky step back and touching your neck defensively, you realized your throat wasn’t sore anymore, and your legs functioned much better now. You couldn’t wrap your mind around what was happening, so you pushed for an explanation.

‘Why are you here, Baekhyun?’

He looked you dead in the eye, not even blinking. His orbs were hypnotic, they lured you in – like a moth to a flame. You shook your head to keep yourself from getting mesmerized like this.

‘Because of you,’ he stated slowly. ‘To protect you.’

At that moment, you were genuinely shocked by his answer.

‘Why would you do that?’

‘That’s what I do. I did that when I was alive, didn’t I?’ He reminded you.

You held onto the shelf, trying to stay upright with all of this information messing your balance up, and asked again what the reason for him being here was. Here on Earth. As a demon.

‘You wished for me to stay,’ he caught your perplexed reaction and elaborated. ‘During the funeral, when you cried over my body – you said you wanted me to stay. You squeezed the flower you held so hard that you pricked your finger on it, so in a way… That was our first pact.’

Recalling the sorrowful event, you couldn’t find memories of this particular incident. Frankly, the details of that day were all a blur. You were simply too devastated and torn apart to notice any injury at that time, let alone a finger prick.

‘First pact? My wish?’

‘Yes. I chose to stay, but I didn’t want to be a mere ghost. I wanted to be able to reach out to you one day, so I traded my chance to move on and became a demon. Me staying with you since then was the essence of our pact.’

‘Then- Did you come to… collect?’ You whispered brokenly, unable to process what he was telling you. Did your grief prevent his soul from moving on? Did you turn him into that?

‘No,’ he chuckled. ‘The pact was done then and there. I received your first tears of loss.’

You had no idea why he wanted your tears, but then again, you had no clue what demons wanted in general. Something wicked, for sure.

But not Baekhyun. You didn’t trust him, not yet anyway, but he was vastly different from the demon you’d encountered before him.

‘I- Are you here for my soul?’ You mumbled in an oddly direct manner.

‘No, angel,’ he mocked, hinting at your Halloween costume. ‘I came because you were in danger. I’ve been on close watch for a while now – you’ve got yourself in big trouble with this apartment.’

Like you didn’t already know that.

‘As much as I don’t want to say that, it’s… pretty bad. After what happened tonight, you are guaranteed to become a target for demons. Kai was right. You’re exposed and unclaimed, and your soul shines so brightly, no demon will pass it by even if I try to cloak you.’

Emitting a woeful sigh, you turned away, staring into the abyss.

‘What the hell do I do then?’ You asked weakly. ‘Move out?’

He shook his head, regaining your attention. Baekhyun explained that it was useless. You couldn’t run once you were on a demon’s radar. Kai was supposed to chase after the previous owners of this apartment, yet your soul caught his attention. And this encounter had put you on the map. He would most likely follow you, possibly even dragging somebody else along the way.

‘We become stronger when we make pacts, and the purest of souls give the most power when the deal’s struck. Smarter demons would want to make a pact with you to get the power inflow, however, good-for-nothing succubus demons like Kai would want nothing more than to taint your soul – that’s what they live off of. The problem is,’ he paused, looking at you again with his dark aquamarine eyes. ‘The only way to protect you from other demons is… for me to lay a claim on you.’

‘How- how is that?’ You stutter, noticing his eyes going a darker shade, tiny red sparks flying in them.

‘I grant you protection, and you allow me to feed off of your soul’s power by making another pact with me. But instead of coming for your soul, I receive your body. And your innocence.’

Shivers ran down your spine, and you gulped, thinking what he’d said over. He wanted to feed off of your soul and have your body?

‘This will keep your soul out of other demons’ reach. And, frankly, your virginity makes you all too attractive. Innocence is valued almost as much as the soul itself, you know? And when it’s someone as pure as you…’

He swallowed, willing to compose himself.

‘Sorry, I didn’t mean to talk about you like you’re a piece of meat,’ he apologized. ‘Sometimes my demonic traits come out on their own. And you’re just irresistible, angel.’

You didn’t have the slightest idea what to do. Of course, the last thing you wanted was to end up in Kai’s hands again, or someone even more vicious than him (if that was even possible). But what was the choice you were making? Gifting yourself to one demon as opposed to another? There was no telling what that could leave you with.

‘I don’t know,’ your voice was small, as if you expected him to attack you for your words.

‘You can think about it for a few days. But this is the best deal you could ever strike, Y/N. No demon will offer you protection with only your body at stake. I’m going against the rules here, because losing your soul isn’t something I’d ever wish upon you,’ he sounded sincere, and the dangerous red sparks in his eyes settled into the blue-ish abyss. ‘I want to keep you safe, but there’s only so much I can do without making it official.’

You couldn’t give him an answer yet. This was not the Baekhyun you knew, the cute young boy, the funny dorky teen with the softest heart – the white-haired man in front of you was a demon, and you knew you shouldn’t trust him.

‘The choice is yours,’ he pricked his thumb on his own sharp canine, and pressed the pad to your wrist, burning a mark on you. He told you it was to help you reach him when you were ready to make a decision.

He then disappeared without any further explanation, leaving you alone to contemplate what had just happened and how you’d ended up in this mess.

***

When you woke up the following morning, barely catching a few hours of sleep, you thought that this was by far the weirdest dream you’d ever had. But as you were washing up in the bathroom, you noticed the dark maroon mark on your wrist.

It was a fingerprint. His fingerprint.

All of last night’s events were reality, and, although you reckoned you must’ve truly been insane, there were decisions to be weighed out.

The following week flew by, spent in deep thought. You had no one to ask for help or even talk to about this – sure thing, once you’d mention the demonic activities in your apartment, your friends would have to institutionalize you. Did this mean that you had to give yourself up, trade your body for the promised safety of your soul? This wasn’t even you holding on to your virginity. In fact, the only reason you were still innocent was that you’d never hit it off with anyone, barely even dating up until now. You weren’t keen on keeping it, but having your first time with a demon you barely knew was much less than ideal.

Didn’t you know him, though?

The blackened blue eyes resurfaced in your mind. You used to know him when his eyes were sweet and kind, you used to love his eyes. It was frightening how different they were now. And it scared you the most, because you could feel your heart flutter when you thought of them. The way they sparked with angry red and then settled down into the colors of the darkest night. You should’ve dreaded those mysterious orbs. You should’ve, but you didn’t seem to.

Explaining to yourself that the creature with the silver head wasn’t your childhood friend was easy. Convincing your heart to not trust the familiar features you’d been longing for was impossible. This was a dire situation, and he was offering you a helping hand. With strings attached, but didn’t everything come at a price? Problem was, you had to play this game without knowing the rules. And gambling with your soul at stake wasn’t something you were eager to proceed with.

Even if you could accept the fact that you had to sleep with him to stay safe, who was to say that this wasn’t a trap? You couldn’t be sure that he wasn’t just playing you, deceiving you into thinking that he was your friend, your Baekhyun. That he still had a good heart and, thus, came here to save you. What if he tricked you into some unspeakable arrangement, where you’d be possessed or tortured or worse? Of course, you were afraid of such outcomes, but how much longer was it until you faced someone violent again, coming for you with no pact, only vile intentions in mind?

You didn’t want any of that. But somehow you realized there was no running away from this.

And you were right.

***

During the second week after the events your nightmares had returned. You kept running down the endless pitch black hallways, the deranged laughter following you around. It was Kai, and he was coming back. Each night you were running, and hiding, and begging for it to stop, and every time there was a ball of light surrounding you, or a gentle yet firm hand grabbing your palm and dragging you towards the exit that you couldn’t find on your own. Awakening, you flinched at the burn you experienced, when the mark on your wrist glowed red before fading back into maroon.

He was doing his best, but this wasn’t enough.

The experience became more and more dreadful with each passing night. Every time it took Baekhyun longer to appear, and Kai’s voice grew closer and closer. Soon, you had to endure the horrendous whispering in your ear, harassing you, promising to do what he pleased with you and then some. Scaring you senseless with the wild fantasies, or plans, he had for you. Laughing at your helplessness and despair.

On the thirteenth day you woke up from your nightmare just to step into a different one. A real one.

As you opened your eyes in the middle of the night, shedding off another painful dream, you instantly saw him. The green-haired demon hovered right above you, back glued to the ceiling, and the disturbing smirk plastered on his face. You wanted to scream and call for help, but you couldn’t expel a sound. There was nothing you could do under the manic stare of the oddly colored demonic eyes.

The expression he wore on his face was so evil, that it had you paralyzed in terror as he closed the distance between you two, basically falling down from the ceiling to straddle your motionless body.

‘Isn’t it unfortunate that a little lamb like you was left unclaimed,’ he smiled, moving messy strands away from your pale face. ‘For me to use.’

‘No! No!’ You kept yelling, but nothing except pointless puffs of air came out of your mouth.

He was doing something to silence you, and you regretted everything now. You blamed yourself for being so reckless, for not accepting the pact you were offered almost two weeks ago. Anything, any destiny would’ve been better than this.

As your mind was racing, Kai laid his hands on your body, exploring it avidly. Squeezing your breasts painfully, he promised to do disgusting things to you, ruin you, and then destroy what was left of you. His eyes were full of sadistic lust, and you couldn’t move a muscle, crying quiescent tears of helplessness.

Having no better option in mind, you closed your eyes and called for Baekhyun. You didn’t feel the little clothes you had being literally ripped off of you. You merely prayed for the blond demon to hear you as you asked him to protect you and agreed to give him your innocence – and hence your body – in return. And he appeared. When you were already desperate, he appeared, tearing Kai’s form away from you and throwing him into the wall once again.

You felt strength seep back into you and moved to cover yourself with half-destroyed clothes, as he swiftly turned, slashing his wrist open with his claws and grabbing onto yours. You gave him a weak nod, and he repeated the painful procedure with you, before holding onto your forearm tightly, his bloody wound pressed into yours, gushing scorching hot demonic blood into your veins.

‘Swear on it. Tell me you’ll be mine,’ he urged, and you swallowed.

Eyes darting to a grunting demon, who was gathering himself to approach you again, you made a quick decision.

‘I’m yours, Baekhyun.’

The brightest flash of light almost left you blind, causing you to cover your face with your uninjured wrist. When you blinked, eyes readjusting, there was only you and Baekhyun in the room. No trace of Kai, or the struggle that was about to pick up. As your senses tuned back into reality, your breath quivered.

‘It’s okay now, he’s gone,’ Baekhyun offered, tugging you closer and holding you to him with less than experienced hands. ‘You’re safe with me,’ he promised as you shook in his embrace.

Still fearful, you clung to his shirt and weeped not only for what you had gone through again, but what you had yet to go through as a result of your desperate decision.

He stroked your back hesitantly, and you realized your clothes were back intact. You shrunk even further, wishing to simply disappear.

‘I don’t want you to be scared, Y/N-ah,’ Baekhyun suddenly spoke, hand moving up to pat your hair. ‘Being gentle… I am a demon, so it’s not something- I’m well-versed in,’ he admitted. ‘But I don’t want you to be scared or feel used. I have to take you, but I promise I’ll try not to inflict any more pain on you.’

His voice was calm and soft as if was talking to a cornered animal. You weren’t entirely sure that the effects of his tone were not due to any supernatural enhancement. Somehow (and there was no telling if that had a supernatural nature), you felt safe, now that you were drowning in his tight clasp.

Despite what he’d said earlier, his touch was careful. He walked you backwards to your bed, still holding you by the shoulders. You stood there for a long minute, looking at each other and not moving an inch, before he slowly reached down to plant a chaste kiss on your lips. But this was just to get acquainted with the territory before he leaned in, boldly licking into your mouth as you opened it in surprise. Allowing him to explore, you vaguely responded to his ministrations. It felt good, better than you thought it would feel, and he huffed fervidly as your kiss deepened. His hands were pretty quick to crawl under your shirt, and you felt too numb to protest. Or maybe you didn’t even want to protest at this point, a haze of arousal slowly but surely clouding your mind as you gave in to his demanding lips.

Consumed by the kissing, you didn’t even pay attention to the pajamas sliding off of your body and your back hitting the firm mattress underneath.

Baekhyun, being unexpectedly slow and thorough, worshipped every inch of your naked skin. His lips traveled down your quivering stomach as he kneaded your breasts with his large hands in a much gentler way than you’d experienced earlier. Focusing on him as opposed your grim memories, you couldn’t help but whimper in pleasure as he placed wet kisses over your pubic bone and wrapped his arms around your thighs to hold you in place as he dipped lower. The first graze of his tongue made you jolt from the intense sensation in your core, forgetting all that was bothering you before. He prevented you from moving away from the new sensation and continued, quickly building a more than languid pace.

‘Fuck,’ he muttered, running two long fingers between your slick folds. ‘I could spend an eternity eating you out.’

You shivered at his rough voice, excitement prickling your skin. The wet sounds he made as he sucked on your clit caused you to choke on your own breath. His mouth felt… divine. To such an extent that you were sure this wasn’t due to your lack of experience. It was his expert skills – he knew how to hit your every nerve, leaving you a feverish mess underneath. Unable to control your movements, you began grinding on his face as he sniggered, keeping up the rhythm.

‘You’re awfully quiet,’ he murmured, as he detached from your core with a lewd sound. ‘Fancy a taste of your pussy?’

Baekhyun moved up and smooched you out of the blue. He was toying with you in a way, but his rough playfulness did its thing and turned you on. Or maybe it was all in his fingers, teasing your entrance. Or maybe both.

‘Relax, angel. I’ll make you feel good,’ he promised, charcoal eyes looking down at you intently. ‘I think you’re ready to take over.’

The white-haired demon took the opportunity to discard his clothes and drop back on the bed, motioning you to take the position on top of him. You sat up hesitantly, eyeing his impressive, and already hard, length. It seemed on the bigger side, in fact, it was quite huge if anyone had asked you. Although you weren’t an expert, you had legitimate concerns of how you could handle this. How would you even… put it inside?

The thought made you gulp, and he smirked.

‘I take it you wanted me on top?’

You blushed. Literally – blushed at his words. It felt so stupid that he was right, you genuinely expected him to just continue with you lying on the bed as opposed to try it any other way.

‘We’ll have time for that. For now, get on it, and face the opposite direction.’

Confused as to why you had to face the wall instead of him, you followed the instruction. You didn’t fully sit, startled by a sudden press of his flesh to your lower lips. Breath hitching, you stared at the wall, awaiting the inevitable, but you felt a demanding hand on your butt cheek.

‘Fuck-’ He let out a string of inaudible curses. ‘You’re already shivering, Y/N?’

You bit your lip, contemplating if you should say something.

‘Do I have to- face this way?’ You stuttered, and he squeezed your ass with determination.

‘It’s easier for me to control myself when I don’t have you one hundred percent at my disposal. Also, I might scare you.’

‘Do you turn into something?’ You whispered dejectedly, and he laughed.

‘I’m not turning into a monster on you, or in you, don’t worry.’ He chuckled and swatted your ass cheek before adding. ‘Aren’t you naughty.’

Even if you wanted to answer, you couldn’t say a word when his palm slid down your curves to grip onto his dick again. He rubbed it onto your slick covered skin, and your belly constricted. He repeated the motion, taking in the dramatic arch in your back as you bent forward, and the pulsating entrance ready to welcome him inside. As your legs were beginning to shake from hovering above him, he pushed you firmly down, with his hands on both sides of your pelvis.

You sank down on his length, legs almost giving out as you felt a really painful stab in your lower stomach. Gasping in sudden discomfort, you would have tumbled forward if not for the hands holding you down.

‘Breathe through it. It’ll subside before you know it.’

Following his lead, you kept breathing in and out, feeling the pain weaken with every huff of air. And mere moments later, it wasn’t painful anymore.

‘Good girl. Now, try moving,’ he panted as you made your first cautious attempt.

Some unpleasant sensations came back, but they were pretty bearable, so you continued grinding your hips on his.

‘Yes,’ Baekhyun grunted lowly. ‘My tight little angel.’

You moaned in response. Loudly – both at the dirty words that Baekhyun spilled, and the way your core constricted around his dick. He guided your hips to increase the tempo, and the room around you quickly became hot and humid, filled with sensual sounds and pungent smell of sex.

The demon told you to stop and change your position a little. It was good timing – your legs were beginning to feel numb. You planted your feet onto the mattress and put some of the weight on your arms, relieved when Baekhyun offered additional support by grabbing your hips.

‘Relax. Allow me,’ he gritted, helping your thighs up slightly before bringing them down.

‘Agh,’ you couldn’t hold it in. Each movement of his body sparked intense tingles in your center.

He kept going, gliding in and out of you with growing impatience, meanwhile you struggled to hold yourself up, wobbly legs open wide to allow him to stretch you open the way he desired.

‘Oh yes, moan my name, sweetheart,’ he urged, quickening his pace as you cried out.

‘Baekhyun-’

‘Does it feel good?’ His thrusts were so fast and rough at this point that you didn’t even register his question.

‘I asked,’ he gritted word by word, ‘Does. that. feel. good?’

A sharp slap on your clit, and you choked out a tortured ‘yes’, on the verge of begging him to finally make you finish before you collapsed.

It felt really wet between your legs, and you didn’t want to think there was more to it than just your arousal, but the squelching sounds had your knees almost close as the intensity skyrocketed.

‘Get out of your fucking head,’ Baekhyun became even more aggressive with his thrusts. ‘Or do you want me to just keep fucking you till I fill you up and then go again?’

‘Mhm-m,’ you whined, the dirty imagery rushing into your mind as you became aware of your tits bouncing with his every thrust.

‘So easily tainted, baby,’ he laughed hoarsely, and you tightened around him responsively.

Begging for him to go faster, you fought to keep yourself upright on your increasingly weakening arms. Instead of helping you, Baekhyun gripped you to keep you steady while he thrusted harshly into you, triggering your first release.

Falling backwards with a wail, you ended up lying on his chest, legs splayed as he continued to pleasure you through your spiking sensitivity. You moaned in pain and bliss, unable to tear yourself from his hold.

‘No way, sweetness, we’re not finished just yet,’ he rolled you on your stomach, before taking his position on top of you and resuming the attack on your swollen core.

‘Please, Baek- hyun-n…’ you trailed off as he hit the nerve for you again, making the pain fade away, and you almost wept, blinded by pleasure.

The wetness spread between your legs, soiling both your inner thighs and the sheets, but you couldn’t care less. The tension in your belly was growing again.

‘You feel even more marvelous than I thought. I want you to always beg for me like that.’

As on cue, you whimpered and cried out his name at a particularly deep thrust that made you feel like you were going to explode.

‘You’re finally all mine,’ his voice was rough in your ear as he finished you off with a few deep strong hits of his thighs, spilling his seed inside you and basking in his orgasm as the hot cum filling you up triggered your second release. You moaned into the sheets, enjoying the way his pelvis pressed snug to the curve of your ass.

For quite some time you simply laid there, breathing heavily and cooling down. You barely felt him slipping out, but soon enough his fingers began tracing the invisible lines on your back.

‘Are you tired, angel?’

You murmured something into the pillow. He let you soak in the new experience a little longer, stroking your disheveled hair and slowly kissing a trail up your shoulder blade, while you couldn’t even move a muscle. Didn’t want to move a muscle.

Soon his lips reached your shoulder and he wrapped his hand around you, dragging you back, to put you to his chest.

‘You didn’t think I was done with you, little minx, did you?’ He hummed into your ear, playing with the soft skin of your breast, and you protested.

‘Baekhyun, I need to clean up fi-’

The objection was interrupted by his hand, shamelessly dipping between your legs again.

Hours later he finally let you rest properly. Thanks to his demonic powers, this time you didn’t have to get in the shower or change the sheets. Soiled with blood, those looked like someone was murdered in there.

Well, your innocence was, but no one was about to cry you a river.

It wasn’t too bad for you anyways, compared to how much it could hurt for others. Baekhyun seemingly took away most of the pain you were supposed to feel during your passionate consummation, and you guessed that he was trying hard to rein himself in, too. In any case, he managed to make it more than bearable for you. At least, that was what you thought as you fell into deep slumber, fully drained of energy.

Baekhyun, in turn, didn’t go to sleep. He just lay there with his eyes closed, caressing your bare back as you nuzzled him. An hour went by, as he took his time listening to you breathe, touching your delicate skin and inhaling your addictively fresh scent.

In the middle of the night something changed in the air. Baekhyun knew what it was.

The demon emerged from the bedroom, leaving you to hug the pillow cutely in your sleep and walking soundlessly towards the kitchen. A shadow was already waiting for him to enter.

‘You did well,’ Baekhyun said, leaning on the wall with his shoulder.

The shadow chuckled in response and turned around, morning light playing in the emerald hair.

‘When am I getting the promised souls though?’

‘They’re already waiting for you. But Kai,’ the blond demon paused before stressing, ‘No one can know about this.’

The green-haired man rolled his eyes and shrugged, about to leave. But then he halted and faced Baekhyun again.

‘Hyung, why her?’

That wasn’t a question he could answer in one line. Unless he said, ‘Because I wasn’t supposed to leave her’. It wasn’t his destiny, he wasn’t meant to walk down that street that night, or get stabbed to death. Something went wrong, and he was gone just like that. But he was your destiny, your best friend, your soon-to-be lover and future partner, so his passing had robbed you of any chance to live a full and happy life.

He watched over you from distance at first, but then he became enraged by the universe for leaving his love to suffer a lifetime like this. As time went by, you failed to begin any type of relationship, and he couldn’t handle seeing you give up, thinking that you were not meant to be loved at all. You invested much more time into volunteering at local animal rescues, than even thinking about romantic life or a family.

Baekhyun was done waiting and giving you a chance to replace him in your heart. He knew you weren’t letting go of him for a reason – he couldn’t let you go either – but there was no ‘normal’ way for him to be with you. You weren’t moving on, thus, he decided to use his demonic identity to reunite with you. But a demon couldn’t be serious about his human ‘plaything’. So, he had deceived you and scared you into concluding a pact with him.

But that wasn’t something Baekhyun was willing to admit to Kai.

‘A rare innocence in that soul,’ Baekhyun cleared his throat. ‘A gem in a body like this – and I’m going to be the only one to have her. And use her.’

‘And corrupt her,’ Kai let out an excited laugh. ‘You know, hyung, I wouldn’t mind helping you break her in, push her past her limits...’

‘Fuck off,’ Baekhyun enunciated. ‘Your work here is done. Don’t even think about swirling around my soul again.’

‘So possessive. Why don’t you show your soul your real face then?’

Kai disappeared, smiling like a Cheshire cat.

Baekhyun sighed and rubbed the bridge of his nose in irritation. What the demon was referring to was an ugly scar across Baekhyun’s face. It was something he wasn’t ready to show you just yet, or, perhaps, at all.

Thinking of the little lies he had to feed you in order to keep you close, he grabbed a glass of water before returning to the bedroom. You stirred as he entered and called for him, asking where he’d gone in your sleepy husky voice.

‘Got thirsty,’ he showed you the glass. ‘Have some too.’

He helped you have a few gulps to hydrate properly, and then watched you fall back onto your pillow. Leaning down, he planted a chaste kiss onto your forehead.

‘Go back to sleep, my little angel,’ Baekhyun murmured. ‘No one else will get to you now.’

Masterlist

But it proved harder than expected, so you two simply decided to hide your relationship until further notice. However, that also meant that you two had to be more careful with the PDA, which sucked because there was nothing more you enjoyed in the world than being affectionate with your boyfriend.

But despite considering you as ‘one of the guys’, they were considerate enough to let you have a whole room for yourself.

“It’s fine,” you reasoned when the 9 of them (or 8, really, since Jaehyun wanted to share a room with you) realized that they would be too crowded in the two other rooms. “I can share the room with one or two of you guys.”

That was how you ended up sharing a room with fortunately, Jaehyun, and Johnny. The latter’s presence brought a scowl to your boyfriend’s handsome face but you reassured him that it was better than not being able to share a room at all.

The boys decided to head to the nearby spring for a quick swim to cool off from the summer heat. Johnny was already done changing and left with the rest of the group, leaving you and Jaehyun alone.

“Finally,” Jaehyun grumbled before pulling you into a tight hug. “I thought he was never going to leave.”

“Good job, baby,” you cooed and patted both of his cheeks tenderly. If you couldn’t keep your hands off him — well, the feeling was pretty mutual on Jaehyun’s part.

Your boyfriend puckered his lips and pouted at you with a small, cute frown. “Give me a prize then, for doing such a good job.”

You rolled your eyes at how dramatic he was, but gave him what he wanted nonetheless. And besides, as if you would pass on the opportunity to kiss him.

Jaehyun proceeded to change his bathing suit. Meanwhile, you were laying on your tummy on your bed and scrolled through your social media feed as you waited for your boyfriend to finish changing.

“Hey, babe,” he called you out and you responded with a hum, but your eyes never left your phone screen. “Babe,” he whined.

“What is it, Jae?” you replied back, still distracted.

“Which swimming trunks should I wear?”

At his question, you finally raised your head to only let out a small, “Jesus Christ!” as Jaehyun stood proudly in front of you in all his naked glory and two of his swimming trunks in each hand. While you had seen him naked plenty of times before, a little warning would have been nice too.

“Nothing you haven’t seen before, babe,” Jaehyun reminded you cheekily.

As you were about to tell him that he should go with his marine blue swimming trunks, the door to your room abruptly opened, startling the two of you in the process.

“Hey, guys, what’s taking-”

Johnny’s eyes slightly widened at the sight in front of him, but he seemed even more perturbed by the fact that you were all nonchalant in front of a very naked Jaehyun. The taller male raised a brow at you skeptically and looked back-and-forth between you and your boyfriend.

“Uh…” he said before calling your name and asked, “Do you not see what’s in front of you?”

You blinked at him in confusion and you were so comfortable being alone with Jaehyun that you had forgotten that none of your friends knew that you two were dating.

“Oh...” you exclaimed slowly before hiding your eyes behind your hands. “My eyes! My virgin eyes!”

You also didn’t miss how Jaehyun slowly brought one of his trunks down to cover his junk. It was during these rare times where sometimes you had to wonder why was he not using that brain of his more? Shouldn’t he wear one of the swimming trunks while Johnny was distracted? Why did he care so much about your opinion when your relationship was about to be exposed?

“Riiight,” Johnny said with a small snort. “That sounded a bit too fake and sarcastic, but in the name of our friendship, I’ll just pretend that I believe it was your first time seeing Jaehyun naked.”

However, you didn’t miss the mischievous glint that glossed over Johnny’s eyes. You shared a glance with Jaehyun and you two mutually sighed. You didn’t like where this was going.

“I’m assuming you two don’t want to tell the others yet about your relationship,” your friend said with a kitten-like smile. “So, in exchange…”

Oh, you definitely didn’t like where this was going.

Or at least, not as much as your predecessors did.

Your mother, who was the current queen, found your father the same way, and they fell in love. They had a love so strong and beautiful that it made you wish that you had something similar to what they have, or at least an ounce of what they have.

You once believed that the tradition wouldn’t be necessary as you already had someone in mind in regards to who you wanted to be your future spouse.

You stole a glance over at Prince Jeno, one of the oldest princes from the Dream kingdom. He was the one you had in mind as the two of you were once as close as your parents were. But something shifted in your relationship’s dynamics, one that you couldn’t understand and still couldn’t comprehend today. Ever since then, you two hadn’t had a civil conversation.

Even though it was a ball in your honour, you couldn’t help but feel the loneliness creeping up on you as the only birthday wish you had for the longest time was for Jeno to simply look at you again.

“May I have this dance, your Highness?”

You broke out of your reverie to only see Prince Haechan extending a hand for you. Your lips pursed in apprehension — you weren’t really in a mood to socialize even though it was your birthday party.

But a nudge on the part of your mother forced a smile upon your face and to nod reluctantly at Haechan’s request.

You and Haechan barely danced for half of the song when someone suddenly barged in between the two of you.

“Prince Haechan, mind if I cut in?”

Your eyes widened in surprise as Jeno glared at his cousin. They then went back-and-forth between Haechan and Jeno’s extending hand. However, you also didn’t miss the small smirk that appeared on the former’s face as he accepted Jeno’s request.

“Of course not.”

You curtsied just the slightest at Jeno’s small bow as the music restarted for a new dance. Jeno’s hand tightened around your hand and waist whereas his face remained as stoic as ever. You frowned in response, not liking his attitude one bit.

“That wasn’t very polite of you,” you muttered through gritted teeth as you two waltzed. “Not to mention how you basically ignored royal protocol.”

Jeno scoffed. “Since when do we have a royal protocol when it comes to waltzing?”

You were slightly taken aback. “Since you asked to waltz with the princess that’s about to get married off to some random dude, then yeah, there’s a royal protocol, alright.”

Jeno’s expression hardened at your words, almost as if he was angry at the thought of it — but that was impossible, right? Why would he be angry, anyway?

But he proved you wrong. “As if I’d let you marry some random guy that you don’t even like.”

“And why on Earth would you even care about who I marry?”

Jeno’s silence was deafening.

“Wait…” Your cheeks felt hot at his lack of response. “Are- are you jealous?”

The prince’s jaw slackened even more and he refused to meet your eyes as he gritted out, “I’m not jealous.”

You squeezed his hand in anger, but nothing in his expression showed that it hurt. “Fine, whatever! Let’s just pretend you’re not jealous — then how is it any of your business who I’m marrying? What if I do like Prince Haechan? Who are you to prevent me from marrying him?”

“Haechan?” Jeno snorted almost in amusement. “As if he’s your type.”

You rolled your eyes. “And because you know my type so well.”

But the look he gave you following your sentence was indescribable and almost challenging. It felt as if Jeno was able to see through you perfectly and it was a feeling that left you nervous because the last thing you wanted was for him to discover your feelings for him. You were intent on keeping your feelings locked away and bringing them with you to your grave.

“I just don’t want you to get hurt.”

God, you simply couldn’t take this anymore. How long did the song last and why was it not over yet?

“And how exactly are you going to prevent me from getting hurt, then?” you retorted.

“By marrying me.”

You almost tripped but you took your revenge by accidentally stepping over Jeno’s feet. “Excuse me?” you spluttered.

Jeno tilted his head before giving you a smouldering smirk.