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The cool night air licked at your exposed skin, the breeze a contrast of the spring day that granted warm sunlight to bask in rather than the silvery moonbeams. A loud laugh cut through the air, bringing your attention to the tall figure of your best friend hurrying down the boardwalk. 

“Hey! Dumbass!” Jongin’s grin was contagious as he stopped in front of you, breathing heavily in the cool night, “I thought we agreed to meet out front the ice cream shop?” 

You laughed at your own mistake, shaking your head slightly, “Sorry, I got there early and walked down, must’ve lost track of time.”

“S’all good,” Jongin spoke casually, slinging an arm around your shoulders and leading you back toward the entrance of the pier, “Thought you ditched us for a sec.”

“Ah yes, because I just love going out with you and your horny friends,” You teased, watching his nose wrinkle in disagreement.

“Its Chanyeol and Sehun though,” He countered, “They aren’t that bad-”

“Chanyeol sat down and recommended me hentai when he was drunk and Sehun’s brags about how much he jacks off in the shower after 2 shots of whatever alcohol there is,” You cocked an eyebrow at Jongin. “I think it’s safe to say they’re your horny friends.”

Jongin opened his mouth then closed it again, “No comment.” 

A giggle escaped you at his defeat, causing him to laugh in response and soon the hearty sound of you both laughing cut through the sound of the busy boardwalk, his arm gently squeezing you in comfort as he led you towards your favorite ice cream shop. Chanyeol noticed you both laughing, his lanky form looming over everyone out the front of the popular store front, one hand up and waving for attention over the crowd of people. 

“What are you idiots giggling about?” He commented, cocking an eyebrow, yet the smirk on his face gave away his teasing nature. 

“About the time you recommended me tentacle porn-”

“Ya shut up!” Chanyeol’s cheeks instantly flushed at your comment, his panicked nature causing you and Jongin to laugh harder, “I don’t know what you’re talking about!” 

“Oh c’mon Yeollie,” A voice drawled behind you, a shorter male that looked familiar walking out of the busy store with cups of ice cream with Sehun, “We all know you’re a freak in the sheets-”

“Am not!” Chanyeol was absolutely embarrassed, cheeks flushed red enough to compare against a fire hydrant. The stranger’s laugh mixed with yours and Jongin’s, Sehun snickering on the side as he plucked ice cream out of the guy’s grasp. 

“y/n, this is Baekhyun,” Jongin spoke, also grabbing his own sundae from the collection that Baekhyun held, “He goes to the same music school as Chanyeol.” 

“My pleasure,” Baekhyun winked at you, shit eating grin lighting up his boyish features, a mop of silvery hair falling around his eyes.

“No.” Jongin’s tone was curt as he grabbed your ice cream from Baekhyun, handing you the concoction of oreos and ice cream. 

Baekhyun’s grin widened as he threw an arm around your neck, pulling you into his sturdy frame, “Naww, Nini loosen up, I’m not that bad,” He countered with a playful tone. 

You were confused at what Jongin was getting at, though you disregarded it, taking on Baekhyun’s playful nature and leaning into him. He smelled nice, that boyish smell that they all had, your body feeling the inviting way in which his opened up for you into the embrace. 

“What’s up with you, Jongin?” You smirked, cocking your head playfully as your tongue darted out to lick at the ice cream in your cup. 

“Nothing.” The muscles in his jaw ticked and his eyes danced with a dangerous fire that you only saw when he got angry. A part of you felt guilty but you were also confused as to why he was getting riled up at you playfully flirting with Baekhyun. It was meaningless - a bit of fun, though you felt that Jongin wasn’t taking it that way.

“You shove a stick up his ass or something?” Baekhyun mumbled into your ear, his teasing voice causing a small grin to light up your features. Though part of you couldn’t ignore the way his breath tickled your neck, or how his lips brushed against your skin. 

“No, you?” You giggled, eyes flicking to Jongin who’s sudden bad mood lingered between the 5 of you.

“Hmm, neither… maybe Chanyeol shoved one of his tentacle dildos-” 

“I can hear you twats!” Chanyeol cut in, the shade of red on his face almost matching the crimson hair messily falling into his eyes. Baekhyun laughed, your own mixing with his at Chanyeol’s obvious pout.

“Sorry Yeol,” You apologised, a grin still lingering on your face.

“Shut up,” He grumbled, giving you a playful shove with his elbow, yet Chanyeol misjudged his own strength, the push causing your ice cream to cascade out your hands and land on the floor with a milky splat. 

“Fuck!” Chanyeol watched it tumble to the ground with a pout, “I’m sorry,” his voice was apologetic as he frowned at the ice cream smeared across the floor. 

“Its fine,” You smiled at him, knowing he already felt bad enough, “I can just buy another one.”

“Sweetheart don’t bother, the line’s huge. You can just share mine.” Baekhyun interjected casually, letting his arm drop from your shoulders to your waist. 

“You sure?” Chanyeol asked, “I can buy you one if you want.” 

You shrugged, “Its fine, Yeol. I’ll just share Baek’s.” A small smile danced across your lips as you reassured him with your words. 

“Ya, you love birds,” Sehun interrupted with a shithead grin, “Aren’t we meant to be hitting the arcade or something?” 

“No,” You pouted, breaking away from Baek to wrap your arms around Jongin’s back, “Nini promised we could go on the ferris wheel.” 

Relief flushed through you as you felt Jongin soften under your touch, the embrace possibly soothing his unforeseen rage.

“But I wanna go to the arcade,” Sehun whined, “I wanna beat Yeol’s ass in all the games.”

“Ya! I’ll beat your ass first!” Chanyeol cut in, playfully shoving Sehun.

“Fine, we can go to the arcade first.” Jongin stated calmly, gently breaking away from you, “Then we can go on the ferris wheel afterwards, ok?” He smiled at you, ruffling your hair playfully. 

“Fine,” You huffed, watching them walk toward the general direction of the arcade. Though as you started to follow, Baekhyun’s arm snaked around your waist, his grip holding you gently but tight enough to stop you in your tracks.

“Wanna ditch them and go on the ferris wheel?” His sweet voice once again tickled the shell of your ear.

You hummed, mulling it over. Part of you knew you shouldn’t leave them, though the other part of you, the one that had you melting into Baekhyun’s touch, told you otherwise. 

“It’ll be fun,” He cooed, “Plus, we don’t have to deal with Sehun whining or Chanyeol boasting about kicking his ass.”

You giggled at his comment, biting your lip in feigned innocence as you bat your eyelashes at him, “I can’t just leave Jonginnie.” You whined, watching Baekhyun roll his eyes playfully, the smirk on his lips giving away his mock annoyance.

“Please,” He pouted, pushing out his bottom lip and fluttering his eyelashes, “I wanna go on the ferris wheel too.”  

“Fine,” You gave in, “But you owe me.” You stuck out your tongue, causing Baekhyun to chuckle at your childish playfulness. 

“Idiot,” He smirked, bringing a small spoonful of his ice cream up to messily smear across your lip. 

“Meanie,” You countered, licking the sweet substance off your upper lip where he wiped it. 

Though it only caused Baekhyun to laugh, “You missed a spot, dummy.” He teased, bringing his thumb up to wipe the creamy liquid off the corner of your lips, “Such a messy eater...” His voice trailed, eyes flicking down to watch the way your chest dipped as he brought himself in closer. Baekhyun lifted the pad of his finger up to his own lips, sucking the drop of ice cream off his thumb as he kept his gaze matched with your own. 

The action sparked a new found tension between the two of you. Though you left it untouched, pulling away from him to set across to the ferris wheel.

“Tsk, Baek you’re so slow,” You teased, smirking back at him as you tugged on his hand. 

He chuckled, following you through the crowd of people, “And you’re so impatient.” 

“I know.” Baekhyun chuckled as you finished off the remark with a wink, laughing with you as you both stumbled toward the ferris wheel. 

“It kinda smells like ass,” Baekhyun commented as he sat down in the carriage. The ferris wheel was quite modern, the glass and steel providing it to be sturdy and clean, which was unsurprising as it was a main attraction of the boardwalk. 

“Or you’re just getting a whiff of your own,” You giggled, sitting next to him on the plush seat. 

“Yeah but if I smelled like ass you wouldn’t be sitting next to me right now,” Baekhyun remarked as the door sealed shut and the carriage started to move slowly. 

He slipped his arm around your shoulders casually, leaning into you as he watched the view of the boardwalk spread out before you.

“Its beautiful,” You whispered, resting your head on his shoulder, allowing yourself the moment of intimacy you both shared as the view became more breathtaking with the ascent. The only noise that broke the comfortable silence was an agreeing hum from Baekhyun at your comment, his body relaxing into your own.  

A part of you felt played, the way he so casually touched and behaved with you, though, he didn’t behave like a fuckboy. He was too caring and playful - his actions proving that to you. It was his nature, he just felt as comfortable with you as you felt with him. 

“Do you do this a lot?” You asked, feeling the need to calm the part of you that couldn’t help but feel like this wasn’t the first time he was doing this.

“Go in a ferris wheel with a cute girl?” Baekhyun chuckled, pulling away with a playful grin, “Never, Chanyeol keeps me locked up in his dungeon.” He wiggled his eyebrows at the remark, making you giggle at his dumb statement.

“What? His sex dungeon?” The response made Baekhyun genuinely laugh, his eyes crinkled and the melody of his amused noises carrying out through the carriage.

“No, no, I have a lot of study at school,” He said more seriously, his glinting eyes meeting yours, “I want to be a producer, so it's a lot of hard work, more than I bargained for honestly.” 

You couldn’t help but feel the blossoming of warmth in your chest as he made you feel… special. 

“Fair enough,” You hummed, smiling wider at him, “I guess it's been a while since I’ve shared a moment with a guy.”

“You mean go on a ferris wheel with one?” Baekhyun cocked an eyebrow.

“No- I mean like,” You blushed a little, “Don’t make me say it.”

“Say what?” He grinned, lips curled into a lopsided smile, “That you totally want to kiss me right now?” You rolled your eyes as he finished the question with a snicker.

“No-” “My lips, two blushing pilgrims, ready stand, to smooth that rough touch with a tender kiss.” Baekhyun’s eyes flashed and the smirk on his lips widened as he spoke the words with the most sultry tone he could muster.

A part of you melted, feeling yourself heat up under the unexpected intensity of his gaze, “Quoting Shakespeare now?” You teased, trying to ignore the way his body inched closer to yours, “I bet you kiss by the book.”

“Only one way to find out,” He smirked, leaning in so his body was almost flush against your own, “Thus from my lips, by yours, my sin is purged.”

Baekhyun’s lips were tentative as they gently brushed against yours, allowing you to pull back if you wanted - but you didn’t. You pressed further against him, moving with his body in a dance as your lips pressed firmer against themselves. It was sweet at first, the taste of his strawberry ice cream still lingering on his skin as you held yourselves back, yet as Baekhyun swiped his tongue against your bottom lip, you couldn’t help the way you opened up to him. He smirked into it, his hands pulling you fully against his body as his tongue explored along with his hands. Baekhyun’s fingers slipped over the curve of your ass, the digits ghosting over your skirt and skating along your exposed thigh teasingly. A slight moan fell off your lips but was swallowed up by Baekhyun, his hands gripping your thigh tighter and pulling you into his lap to straddle him properly. 

His tongue was hot against yours as it moved against the muscle, exploring and delving into your mouth as you opened up for him. You left yourself raw and open for him, letting him take the lead and show you how good he was, giving him the chance to live upto the cocky way he carried himself. 

And fuck was he even better than what you thought.

Baekhyun’s lips left a searing mark against your skin as he broke the kiss to suck on your neck. Your fingers tangled in the silver locks of his hair as he marked you with his teeth and lips, a small moan on your behalf urging him on. The sensation of his fingers slipping under the hem of your skirt had you gasping in surprise, Baekhyun’s hand squeezing your ass as the other skated up the length of your torso to land on your breast.  

“Baek,” The syllable was breathless as the nickname rolled off your tongue, “I-I think we should stop.” You swallowed thickly, suppressing the moans that bubbled in your throat. 

“Why?” He mumbled against your skin, continuing to place messy kisses along the curve of your jaw. 

“B-Because people can see us,” You felt your cheeks flush as you realised the other users of the ferris wheel could easily see through the glass walls of the carriage. 

Baekhyun stilled his lips, dropping his wandering hands and loosening his grip on you, “I mean if you’re not into that then we can stop.” He answered with a shithead grin, eyes flashing mischievously. 

You laughed, moving to sit next to him rather than on his lap, “Baby you have no idea about what I’m into.” You winked, letting the playful tone you used borderline sultry.

“I’d like to find out though,” He whispered in your ear, nipping the lobe in a way that had shivers of arousal coursing through you.

“Maybe another time,” You cooed gently, reaching up to cup his cheek, “I’m busy tonight.”

“Well I’m gonna be busy all night thinking about that,” Baekhyun’s eyes darkened as he looked into your own, “about how your body is so receptive to my touch,” His lips grazed the skin of your neck, placing a fleeting kiss to your flesh, “about how I should take you,” You swallowed thickly, your breathing getting heavier at the implications of his words, “because now that I’ve got a taste,” He placed another kiss to your skin, “I want the whole dish.”

Your breath mingled with his as his eyes flicked up to your own, his lips ghosting yours as he began to close the gap, “You’re special, baby,” He whispered against the supple skin of your lips, “Like nothing I’ve ever had before.”

As Baekhyun brought his lips to yours in a passionate yet tender kiss - you did feel special. 

Byun Baekhyun, in that moment as he held your heart, was perfect. 

Jongin’s brow was furrowed in annoyance and anger as he gripped the steering wheel tight enough to have his knuckles white. 

“He’s so amazing, Nini…” You sighed, leaning your head on the window of the passengers side as Jongin drove down the night stained city streets. 

“Yeah, I guess.” His voice was gruff, eyes dark and concentrated on the road ahead.

“And an amazing kisser and I swear his lips are the softest things I’ve ever felt…” Your voice trailed as Jongin zoned out, trying to focus on keeping his mouth shut and keeping the car going. 

He wanted to pull it over and scream - but he couldn’t. He just couldn’t. 

He didn’t want to do that to you, you weren’t ready for it, though he knew you had to find out eventually. He just wanted you to be happy - and that’s what you were. Happy. And Jongin had to be happy for you because you were his best friend and that’s what they did. 

“Nini…?” You questioned gently, noticing his furrowed brow and the glazed out look in his eyes.

“Yeah?” His voice was as gruff as before, the tone unwavering as his grip tightened and the leather of the steering wheel creaked under his fingers.

“Are you okay?” You pouted, studying his features carefully as he wound down the back streets to your apartment. 

“Yeah… just, stress.” His tone was clipped, voice agitated, but you decided not to push it. 

“Just talk to me when you’re ready, ok? I’m here for you, Jongin.” You reached out, gently patting his kneed in reassurance. 

The guilt was eating at Jongin and your concern wasn’t helping him. He was horrible at keeping secrets from you and when it was something that he felt like he needed to tell you, then it just made him feel worse that he couldn’t say. He knows he should, he knows he needs to. 

Jongin slowed the car down out front your apartment, stopping and leaning back in the driver’s seat with a sigh. You frowned at his dismay, knowing something was up but not being able to pinpoint it down. 

“Feel better, Nini.” You spoke quietly, leaning over to kiss his cheek gently before getting out of the car and into the cool night. 

Jongin watched you disappear into the building before lashing out, his hands hitting the steering wheel with frustration. “Fuck.” The syllable was the only thing he could mutter as he tried to tame his emotions and himself. 

The rain left a chill in your bones as you huddled further into your sweater, the fleecy inside warming you. It was meant to be spring, the dawn of summer, yet the thick sheets of rain said otherwise. You enjoyed it though, the rain bringing a comfort to your heart that you found other things couldn’t.

The coffee shop was warm as you walked in, the comforting aroma of rain and coffee coaxing you as you moved to find a comfortable spot in the back of the store. You checked your phone, the screen showing a text message from Baekhyun.

Baek: I’m 2 minutes away, you there yet?

You smiled at your phone, huddling further into your jumper as you blushed at your screen. You felt so idiotic and lovesick - something you hadn’t experienced since high school, but you didn’t care. Baekhyun made you smile and you enjoyed how he made you feel a flutter in your stomach whenever his face lit up. 

You: I’m here, just in a booth at the back. Want me to order for you?

He must have been sitting at the screen because he immediately saw the message though he didn’t type a response. Your brow furrowed but before you could think much into it a wet kiss was placed on your cheek.

“Hello beautiful,” Baekhyun cooed, hands already snaking around your waist, “This is a nice little spot, isn’t it?” 

“I guess it is,” You smiled, cupping his cheek and bringing him in for a tender kiss. His lips moulded with yours gently, arms pulling you into him as he let you indulge in the moment. The taste of rain and something sweet was on your tongue as he kissed you a little harder. 

“Coffee?” Baekhyun mumbled into your lips, one hand sneaking up the hem of your sweater to massage the supple skin of your hips. 

“Hot chocolate,” You corrected with a giggle, placing a small peck on his cheek. 

He gave a small squeeze to your hip before pulling away with a quick, “I’ll be back.” Which he was, coming back with you drinks 10 minutes later, tongue poked out in concentration as he balanced a full glass of hot chocolate and coffee. You giggled at his focused expression, his brow was furrowed and face determined as he got the drinks to the booth table safely. 

“There we go,” He smiled, scooching over next to you and leaning into you, his body craving the touch. 

“Thank you,” You smiled back, brushing some hair out of his eyes. The silver strands were damp with rain but still dry enough for you to be able to brush his hair back without getting your hand wet. He melted into your touch, leaning in to catch you in another kiss as your fingers tangled in the fluffy halo of his hair. His lips were soft as usual, coaxing your own into a gentle dance that you succumbed to. 

The only thing stopping you from properly enjoying it was the burning question you had sitting at the tip of your tongue.

“Baek,” You mumbled into his lips, pulling away gently yet only enough to break the kiss, “what do you want out of this?” 

His brow furrowed slightly, a flash of emotion crossing his eyes as he processed the question, “What do you mean?” 

You tried to stop the habitual way your teeth chewed on your lip, abusing the supple flesh, “Like, do you want to keep going or do you want to fuck and go?” 

Baekhyun smiled gently, his lips placing a small kiss to yours once more, “If I had wanted this to be a hook up, I would have left already.” His words reassured you, voice soothing your worries, “We have a connection, y/n, something I haven’t felt in a while.” 

You smiled gently at his words, within the two weeks you’d been texting and joking around with Baekhyun, you’d felt like you had both grow closer and closer. Though because of exams, this was maybe the third time you’d met up - the second being a movie “date” that Chanyeol third wheeled. 

“Let’s just keep going, yeah?” He placed a seemingly more intimate kiss to your jaw, his lips lingering on your skin, “See where this takes us.” Your fingers tightened in his hair, a small whimper falling off your lips as his teeth grazed your skin. “That sounds good,” You whispered, too indulged in the sensation of Baekhyun teasing your skin, your eyelids fluttering shut and head lolling back to give him more access. His teeth grazed your neck in a way that had you suppressing moans within the hidden corner of the cozy coffee shop.

“You’re so beautiful,” He muttered the praise into your skin, his words having you limp underneath his searing touch. Baekhyun’s hand slipped underneath your jumper, his ghosting fingertips causing goosebumps and shivers to arise along your sensitive skin.

“B-Baek,” You tried to stop him, though he wasn’t having it, his teeth nipping at the sweet spot below your ear.

“No one can see us,” His lips sucked just underneath your jaw, “Its fine.” 

The silver locks of his hair tightened in your fingers as you tugged gently on the roots, causing him to elicit a quiet moan in your ear. The noise went straight through you, sending your body into a wildfire daze of Baekhyun. His body, his lips, his touch, were all you could focus on as he continued to tease you. Your nipples were painfully erect against the thin padding of your bra, your core pounding with desire and want as you felt him pull your body closer to his.  

“Are you free tonight?” Baekhyun whispered, his warm breath fanning over your neck, sending your senses into overdrive. 

“Yeah,” The syllable was breathless, your body already helplessly succumbed to his touch.

“I’ll pick you up at 7,” His lips skimmed across your jaw, “A picnic under the stars hm?” He continued to kiss and suck at your skin lightly, “How does that sound?”

“P-Perfect,” You could barely breathe the single syllable, too immersed in the attention Baekhyun was directing to the sweet spot of your neck. 

“I’ll bring the condoms.”

The sweet taste of him lingers on your tongue as the night breeze gently carried away the warmth of the day. Baekhyun basked in the moonbeams, the silvery light accentuating his silvery hair along with his handsome features. 

He had picked you up at 7 like he said, bringing you, some take out Chinese food and a picnic blanket to a secluded spot on top of an oceanside cliff. The view was spectacular, the moon rising over the ocean in a sight that left you breathless and mesmerized as you leaned back and observed the twinkling stars. 

“Its beautiful,” You broke the comfortable silence first, still studying the expanse of the night sky above you. 

“I knew you’d like it,” Baekhyun turned to you, his fingers skimming along the exposed skin of your inner thigh as he started tracing your curves, “Though I must say, I think you’re more beautiful than the view.” 

You rolled your eyes but couldn’t help the amused smirk that tugged at your lips, “Oh? You really think so?”

“Baby, I know so,” His smirk was confident as he leant into you, his lips soft on your own. Baekhyun’s kiss was tender, gentle and caring as he pulled you towards him. His body was inviting, letting your own open up as he laid you down on the plush picnic blanket. You both made sure to put down extra blankets to make it more comfortable, and it paid off - the soft surface caressing your skin gently. 

“You’re so fucking beautiful,” Baekhyun muttered into your lips, his fingertips skimming across your clothed skin with a feather light touch. Your face flushed, an uncontrollable smile lingering on your lips as you kissed him harder. 

“You make me feel so special,” You giggled quietly, blushing a little harder at the confession. 

Baekhyun smirked, trailing soft kisses down your jaw and neck, “Because you are.” You melted under him, fingers tangling in the soft, silvery strands of his hair. The words made your heart feel full, flooding with emotion and love that you felt the burning need to show. 

His touch was feather light along your inner thigh, working up higher as his lips met yours more intensely than before. The kiss was passionate, filled with a lust and want that was projected through you both - the need to become one underneath the star scattered sky was consuming. It ate away at you, your lips kissing with the greed and hunger you felt as Baekhyun’s body react with your own, coming to meet yours in a dance that left you both breathless as he settled between your spread legs.

A gasp fell off your lips, but was quickly swallowed up by Baekhyun as he ground into you, his hardened bulge pressing so deliciously against your aching core. The action sent shivers of arousal coursing through you, your back arching instinctively to increase the pleasure against your core. 

Baekhyun pulled away, his breathing laboured as he pulled away from you completely, leaving you spread out on the picnic blanket. Though as you propped yourself up on your elbows in question, you could see him rummaging through the picnic basket - the moonlight illuminating the gold packet of a condom between his slender fingers. A smirk was apparent on his face as he brought the foil up to between his teeth, letting it hang languidly from his lips. 

“Hold onto this for me, baby,” He spoke, plucking the condom out from between his teeth to place it in between your own. “Good girl,” He smirked down at you, the sultry sight stirring an arousal within him as he settled between your thighs. 

His fingers trailed over the hem of your skirt, eyes twinkling as he pulled the fabric down, shuffling it off your thighs and legs. His lips twisted into an even wider smirk as he surveyed the wet patch on your panties, bringing the pads of his fingers to brush over the sensitive area before pushing down on your clit through the cotton. 

A moan sounded deep in your throat as the pleasure coursed through you, anticipation making your hips arch into his touch. Baekhyun was urged on by your actions, hooking his fingers in the hem of your panties, discarding the fabric in the general direction of your skirt. 

“Look at this,” His voice was breathless, features twisted into amazement as he witnessed your sopping pussy, “Aren’t you just so receptive to my touch.” He emphasized the word touch with drawn out swipe down your lips, the pad of his finger soaked in your arousal. 

A whimper escaped you, your fingers digging into the soft surface underneath you as you let yourself become victim to Baekhyun. 

“Hush, baby,” He placed a feather light kiss to your inner thigh, his body adjusting to settle himself right in front of your core, “I just need to make sure you’re wet enough for my cock.” 

Your teeth dug gently into the golden foil situated between them, anticipation flooding your body as you felt his breath fan over your wetness, his lips so close to providing the release you needed. A long lick from the base of your entrance to your clit had your hands flying to Baekhyun’s hair, the silver locks tangling in your fingers as you felt his tongue probe. 

The muscle flicked over your dissatisfied clit, the swollen bundle sending shots of pleasure coursing through you every time he gently brushed the nub. His sudden actions had you arching into his face, his hands hooking around your thighs and pulling your pussy further into his eager mouth. 

Baekhyun’s lips were fast and hungry, the action of him messily sucking on your clit causing the obscene sounds to mix with your quiet moans. The sensation would have had you grinding into his mouth, yet his hands held you sturdy and still against the onslaught of his tongue and lips.

He had no restraint as he ate you out like the last supper, Baekhyun’s tongue and lips sucking up every last morsel of your pussy as he pushed you closer to the edge. Yet he didn’t just feed off the dripping arousal, your moans mixing with the cool night air urged him to go harder, push you further to the sweet release he could provide you.

Nothing could distract you from the sensation of your orgasm approaching, your high feeling like it was about to hit hard and fast as he continued to suck at your swollen clit. The velvety strands of his hair tangled further in your hands as you let him give you the pleasure you needed so bad, the feeling that your body craved. 

“B-Baekhyun,” His name fell off your lips like a whispered curse along with the condom as you felt your walls constrict in warning of your fast approaching high. Though he didn’t need the way your moans turned into desperate whines as a signal of your release or how your fingers tightened in his hair to tell of how your high was about to hit hard and fast - Baekhyun just knew. 

His lips left one last suck to the overly sensitive bundle, one last suck that had you dangling on the edge of an orgasm you so desperately craved, but denied you of the pleasure of indulging in it. 

Your breathing was heavy, chest heaving as you looked down at his face between your thighs. Baekhyun’s rosy lips were dripping with your arousal while also being pulled back into a smirk, his hair was messy and falling around his eyes in mussed strands while his fingers released their bruising grip on you. 

And God did he look delicious. 

You opened your mouth to protest about him leaving you on the verge of release, yet he interrupted you.

“Kitten, I want to hear you beg.” His voice was calm, yet stern as his eyes danced under the low moonlight. Your breath hitched as you heard his request - no, demand. The way Baekhyun was looking at you, his hands tightening once again on your hips, he wasn’t asking you. 

And you loved it.

“B-Baek…” Your voice was weak, your body still shaken up from the high he was so close to providing you, “Please make me cum…” 

Baekhyun’s smirk twisted devilishly, his eyes glowing with arousal as he heard the whine in your voice, “What’s that baby? You want me to make you cum?”

“Please,” Your eyes squeezed shut and your back arched off the plush picnic blanket as you felt the heat of Baekhyun’s breath fan over your soaked pussy, “Baekhyun, please.”

The way you whined his name, your voice hitching to beg him, stirred arousal within him as he gently placed a kiss to your thigh, “More.” He growled the syllable, eager to hear you desperation. 

A whimper escaped you as you felt his lips trail against your skin, “I need you to make me cum,” He smirked at your words, placing a teasing kiss to your pussy lips - the action causing you to gasp “Baek, please, I’m begging you.” 

The fire coursing through his body was building up, Baekhyun’s arousal slowly reaching an unbearable limit as he felt his hardened cock twitch against the fabric of his boxers. 

“That’s not the magic word, kitten,” His lips were curled back into a smirk as he pushed you further to the edge of breaking, continuing to kiss the skin of your thighs while your high dissipated into a throbbing arousal. 

Frustration was starting to build up, the need and desire for release becoming too much to bare as you felt the remnants of the impending orgasm turn to nothing. “Baekhyun, please just-” His teeth nipped at your pussy lips, interrupting your plea as the action sparked a whine to fall off your lips. 

You were ready to scream as you felt Baekhyun press another kiss to your thigh - he was pushing you to your limit and you were about to break. Your fists tightened in the picnic blanket, trying to hold back the broken tears that pricked at your eyes. 

“Please…” The syllable was a whimper, the plead being the last thing you could think to do as you inevitably felt yourself lose the edge of the orgasm you were so desperate for. Frustrated tears welled in your eyes, enough to lightly fall out the corners while a small sob fell off your lips - you were done, wrecked and left to Baekhyun’s desire as he did whatever he wanted with you.            

“Good girl,” His voice was a small coo, his lips brushing against the wetness of your folds as you felt his tongue dip in for a taste, “You taste so amazing.” 

Relief coursed through you as you felt his lips suck on your over sensitive clit, his actions slower and more steady opposed to the messier nature he showed earlier. Baekhyun gripped your hips gentler, his lips and tongue more delicate as he ate you out slower. A small moan fell off your lips and you melted into his mouth, feeling the build up of your orgasm once again.

“So fucking good…” He moaned the words into your pussy, savouring the taste of you on his tongue as he sucked harder on your clit. Your back arched at the sensation, your high fast approaching as you felt him push you once again to your edge. The ministrations caused by his tongue and lips sent shivers down your spine, the feel of him between your legs was too much, and soon you were coming undone on his tongue.

A choked moan was all you could muster as you tumbled into the abyss that was Baekhyun’s mouth and the way it made you feel so good. His name was like a mantra in your head, the only thing you could clearly thinking about was him as he brought you to your high. 

The picnic blanket was fisted tight in your hands as you shook with the intensity of your orgasm, your body racked up on the pleasure that grasped you. 

“Holy fuck…” You spoke the words breathlessly, completely spent out and wasted as Baekhyun pulled away. 

“So, so tasty,” His tongue darted out to lick his lips clean, a smirk darkening his features as his eyes looked down to see your sopping pussy, “Do you think you could take my cock, kitten? Or would you rather show me what that dirty mouth can do?” 

You swallowed thickly, arms shaking as you sat up on the picnic blanket to look Baekhyun in the eye. The moonlight illuminated the mischievous glint within them, a smirk resonating on his features as leaned into you, placing his hands either side of your hips to hold himself up. 

“I would love to see those pretty lips wrapped around my length,” His breath fanned over the sensitive skin of your neck, “But I think I’d rather be buried to the hilt in your tight pussy, baby.” 

You whimpered gently, one of your hands gently tangling in the silvery locks of his hair. “Baekhyun,” Your voice was breathless, your breathing still recovering from the high he just delivered you, “Please.” 

He placed a featherlight kiss to your neck, the smirk still adamant on his face as he picked up the golden foil of the condom, “No need to beg, sweetheart,” His lips gently brushed your own as he spoke, “I only want to hear you screaming my name now, ok?” You nodded in response a small ‘yes Baekhyun’ falling off your lips as you watched him pull away with a smirk. 

He made sure to keep eye contact with you as he undid his jeans, pulling them down his thighs and allowing you to see the boner straining against the fabric of his boxers. You swallowed thickly at the sight, your eyes flicking down to watch his nimble fingers pull off the fabric of the boxers. Baekhyun hissed slightly as his cock sprung out into the cold air, the head red and angry with lack of attention. Your tongue darted out subconsciously, licking your lips as you watched him roll the condom onto his hardened dick. 

Baekhyun’s touch was gentle as he laid you down on the picnic blanket, his lips planting soft butterfly kisses along your neck as positioned himself on top of you. “Tell me straight away if anything feels wrong or uncomfortable, ok?” His tone was caring, soothing and gentle as his lips continued to worship your skin. 

“Of course,” Your eyes fluttered shut as you let the anticipation flood through your body.

Baekhyun’s movements were fluid and careful as he pushed himself into you slowly, his hips were careful, making sure you were enjoying the feeling. His length was filling you perfectly, the sensation causing a moan to fall off your lips as he started to move his hips. 

The moonlight caught the silvery strands of Baekhyun’s hair as he threw his head back gently, his face was contorted in pleasure; eyelids fluttered shut and his lips parted to elicit heavenly moans as he continued to thrust. Though the pace was speeding up, his hands planted either side of your head as he began to become harder and faster with his movements. 

The night began to be filled with heavy pants - breathy moans and whimpers being the only thing you could muster as Baekhyun rolled his hips into your own. He was precise, making sure to focus on the way he could get you to let out meek little whimpers of his name or how your nails would dig into his back every time his cock rubbed against the sweet spot that had your vision blurring. 

Baekhyun’s smirk was the only thing you could remember as he gave you the best fucking of your life. The moonlight painting his features was heavenly, but his lips, the rosy skin was pulled back into a knowing grin gave you shivers. He knew he was giving it to you good, rolling his hips right where you needed him and your moans were only urging him on. 

Your climax was growing, and you could tell Baekhyun was nearing his own as well - his hips becoming sloppier and his cock twitching signalled his impending release. Though he still tried to make sure you were feeling good, one hand reaching down to rub at your clit while he angled his hips to graze the spot that had you borderline screaming. 

Yet with one last thrust, he had you coming undone. The coil that had built up in your abdomen snapped in a white, hot light that had your vision black momentarily. The only coherent thought through your thoughts being Baekhyun - his name falling off your lips in a choked moan while your walls tightened and your body shook with the rush. You were hit hard by the orgasm, your back arching and limbs clinging to him to anchor yourself as he pushed you over the edge. 

Though your own release had him coming to his high - his cock twitching one last time and filling the condom with his hot cum. 

“Fuck,” Baekhyun’s voice was melodic in your ear, the breathy syllable cutting through the post sex haze your brain was coated in.

“W-Was it good?” Your chest was heaving, the question falling off your lips without a second thought.

Baekhyun pulled away gently, his eyes bored into your own as the pupils danced with a fire you couldn’t put to an emotion, “Baby… that was the best I’d ever had.” 

It had been another two weeks since that night, the last interaction with Baekhyun being the short texts he’d sent you a week or so ago. Though he was busy - college had him tied around in knots and bending backwards to pass his course, so you understood. 

But it didn’t mean you missed him. 

So that's why you were here, tagging along with Jongin and Sehun to meet at Chanyeol’s shared dorm for a few drinks and a movie they wanted to watch. 

Chanyeol was surprised to see you as he opened the door to let you in, his eyebrows raised in question but were dismissed by Jongin’s grumbled “She wanted to see Baekhyun.” 

“Baek’s out at the moment but he’ll be home soon,” Chanyeol offered you a small smile, opening the door wider to let you all in. “There’s beer and soju in the fridge.” 

“I’m on it,” Sehun replied, tongue sticking out in concentration as he made a b-line for the kitchen.

Chanyeol flopped onto the couch, his lanky form taking up most of the plush surface as you and Jongin squeezed next to him while he started to browse Netflix. 

“Why didn’t you leave me any couch space~” Sehun’s whiny voice was accommodated by the alcohol he carried as he came back a few moments later, handing out the bottles.

“Just sit on the floor,” Jongin countered, letting a shithead grin curl at his lips while Sehun sat in front of you with a pout.  

“Nawww, don’t listen to them Hunnie~ They just don’t understand you’re a little prince who needs to sit his royal ass on the couch rather than the floor.” You smirked, patting Sehun’s head as you joked.

“Ya, shut up,” His hands slapped away your own, smoothing his hair back down from where you ruffled it and getting settled in to watch the movie Chanyeol had settled on. 

Though you weren’t really concentrating on it, the movie becoming a blur of images and noise as you sipped on the soju and let your thoughts wander. You were mostly thinking about Baekhyun, waiting for him to come home and see you, perhaps share a kiss… or two. You wanted nothing more than to see him, cup his cheek and plant a reassuring kiss to his lips, let him know that there’s a school break right around the corner. 

The thoughts had excitement and anticipation flooding your body like a little kid at Christmas - the feeling only heightening as you heard the front door unlock and open.

Yet you heard more than just the front door. 

The high pitched noise of female giggling and a crash against the wall had your spine rigid and your body tense as you looked over the couch towards the entranceway.

The first thing you felt was your heart sinking and your stomach going cold.

It was him, Baekhyun, the boy you had been head over heels for for the last month, the one who told you how special you were, standing there with a girl hanging off his arm and purple hickies adorning his neck. He didn’t look any different since the last time you saw him, apart from the peachy coloured hair he wore instead of silver. It hurt - seeing him completely changed in front of you, completely different and moved on. 

You couldn’t speak, couldn’t move as you watched her smirk, her perfect lips pulled back while she unabashedly sucked at Baekhyun’s neck. 

Everyone ignored the movie as they turned to watch Baekhyun with this stranger, the tension thick in the air as it took him a moment to process there were other people in the room.

“What?” His lips were pulled back into a lopsided grin and his eyes were half lidded, his features expressing the drunk state he was seemingly in.

You were still immobile, the only thing you could feel in that moment was the cold sensation in your body and the rage radiating off of Jongin. 

“Uh Baek….” Chanyeol tried to get the words out, but there was an emotion stopping him, one you couldn’t pinpoint or care about. 

Baekhyun seemed to finally register you on the couch, his eyebrows raising as he muttered an “Oh shit,” before laughing.

He was laughing.

The rich noise carried throughout the living room as he tried to contain himself, “What the fuck are you doing here?” 

“I…” 

“She came to see you because she wanted to surprise you,” Jongin cut you off through the haze, his voice steely and gaze fire as he glared at Baekhyun.

You could see the girl whisper something in his ear, her unnaturally large breasts pressed against him, though he waved her off. “Baby, go, I have to do something.” She pouted in response but he was quick to push her off and toward the door while you watched in horror and shock. 

“Why…. why would you do that?” Tears threatened to roll down your cheeks as you choked out the question. 

“Do what? We aren’t together,” He cocked his head, walking closer to the couch so you could see him better in the low light, “Baby, I really couldn’t care less about you.” 

You choked on your words, your brain barely comprehending the fact that the world you had built up around Baekhyun was crumbling. He spoon fed you all these lies, making you believe him, feel special and happy because of him. But it was all wrong, everything you’d ever thought for the past month about him was wrong. 

And you couldn’t process that while he ripped into you.

“You really thought you were special, huh?” His lips curled back into a sadistic smile, his eyes flashing with an emotion you couldn’t put a word to, “I really made you believe me…” Baekhyun chuckled, “I literally don’t give a fuck about you, all I wanted was in your pants - I just wanted to see how hard I could make you fall for me before I fucked your brains out.”

Everyone was silent as he spoke, Chanyeol and Sehun just watching you crumble on the couch while Jongin’s gaze was burning with rage and violence.

Baekhyun’s smile widened as he looked you up and down, his ego growing as he watched your tears well and your lip wobble as he prepared to break you down further.

“You were a good fuck, I’ll give you that. But all you really are is another notch on my belt, baby cakes.” He shrugged, “You have no idea how many other girls I was seeing behind your back, I just thought you’d be fun to string along - which was way too easy, just saying.” 

“Shut up,” Jongin growled the words, his fists clenching hard enough that his knuckles were white.

Baekhyun looked away from you to Jongin, “What? You fucking Jongin as well, y/n? Is that’s what got little Nini so defensive?”

“I said shut up,” Jongin’s gaze was fire as it burned at Baekhyun. Jongin was tall, and you really felt that as he stood up to his full height - his shoulders broad and his stance confident as he radiated rage. “You just don’t know when to shut your fucking mouth,” He growled the words as he moved to loom over Baekhyun, walking to stand in front of him, “Like a little bitch ass chihuahua.” 

His brow furrowed as Jongin spoke, “What the fuck-”

“Yap, yap you little bitch,” He cut in, “You know I kept your fucking secret for her, for y/n.” He swallowed thickly, eyes flicking to you momentarily, “I didn’t tell her jack shit about you and your countless fuck buddies because you said you’d changed and you really liked her.” Jongin’s voice was calm, he was at the point where his rage had surpassed the messy anger state, “You lied to me and my best friend, for what? An ego boost cause you think you can stick your tiny dick in whatever you want?”

“No-” “I said shut up, don’t make me say it again,” Baekhyun stared back at Jongin with the same intensity, despite being smaller than the other male, he still refused to back down. 

“And don’t fucking interrupt me again you cunt-”

Baekhyun was cut off by a punch to the face, Jongin’s fist connecting hard to his jaw and causing him to stumble back. 

You, Chanyeol and Sehun were all frozen as you watched it happen, the only thing processing through your brain was Baekhyun’s yell and his muttered curses as he cupped his jaw. Though you were quick to spring into action, moving quickly to grab onto Jongin’s arm and stop him from doing any more harm to Baekhyun. 

“Mother fucker…” Baekhyun growled as he rubbed his jaw, looking up to Jongin with a fiery gaze. 

“No, stop.” Your voice was stern as you spoke. 

Baekhyun was wrong. So so so wrong. You didn’t care about him either, not now and you never will now that he’s shown his true colors. How could you care about someone like him? How could you believe anything he said? Because you didn’t. Of course you were more than a notch on his belt, your existence doesn't depend on Baekhyun’s validation. Your existence doesn't depend on anyone’s validation. You are your own person and you knew that long before you met the piece of shit in front of you.

You were calm as you walked toward him, staring Baekhyun right in the eye as your hand reared back and you gave him a good slap to the face. 

“Grow the fuck up, Baekhyun.” His expression was shocked, frozen as he let the red mark your hand provided grow on his cheek. “I’m going home.” 

And with that, you left.

As if you’ve gotten addicted to him.

As if you’ve fallen in love with him—

What a dangerous feeling to have. You know how these stories end, all too well. You’ll fall head over heels in love with this mysterious person and you’ll be ripped apart faster than you can blink. He’ll rip you apart.

He’ll trample on your heart and you’ll be abandoned.

So you have to keep this feeling a secret, no matter what. Just keep smiling like you’ve always have, and you’ll be able to stay next to him. Never take him too seriously, that way you’ll never be hurt.

“Wanna go for a drive, princess?” Chen asks, wrapping an arm around your shoulders and pulling you close. Good thing the AC is blasting, or else you would’ve turned into a puddle by now. Still, the garage is much too hot.

“You sure? What if a customer comes?” You raise a brow at him as he begins to lead you out. Chanyeol isn’t here as he usually is, you notice.

“It’s fine.” He answers casually, dismissing it with a shrug. “They’ll be back.”

For the tattoo or for him, you wonder. You wouldn’t be surprised if he gets some returning customers just because he has a pretty face. “Alright then, your call.”

He leads you outside where his white Nissan Skyline is parked. His car is always polished to perfection, several of his designs drawn across the hood and doors. It’s a perfect display of his artistic skills, the white of the car acting as a canvas.

But...wait.

Something’s wrong.

As you get closer to the familiar car, you clearly see that the windshield glass had been shattered. Not only that, but there are several long, deep scratch marks that stretch over the side of his car.

You gasp at the sight, knowing how much this car means to Chen. You glance at him, afraid of his reaction.

You feel a icy shiver roll down your spine, your skin prickling in fear. You’ve never seen Chen look that way before. His face is calm, so calm, but it’s cold. His eyes are filled with a chilling anger, the silent kind, the most deadly kind. Like a snake bidding its time before it sinks its teeth into its prey. The kind of look that insinuates the calm before a world-wrecking storm.

He doesn’t move for what feels like an eternity and a second all at once. Then he carefully fishes his phone out from his pocket, dialing a number and smiles. “Hey D.O. When you’re done with your work, could you take the white Nissan Skyline away? Yeah, you know the one...uh huh...no, I want it destroyed.”

“What?” You gasp, clutching onto his arm to stop him. “But that’s your favorite car! It’s just a scratch, it can be fixed!”

He glances at you, such an frigid look that makes you swallow thickly, your grip on him loosening. He ends the call, slipping his phone back in his pocket. “Fixed?” His voice is soft, but there’s a terrifying edge to it. He chuckles darkly. “No. Something broken can never be perfect again. I don’t need anything that’s not perfect.”

Then he walks away, hands in his pockets and humming a tune like he didn’t just destroy his most prized possession. Like nothing just happened.

You shiver—tremble—feeling your knees go weak. It’s only a matter of time before you, too, will be thrown away like that.

So you must hide these feelings. 

Deeper.

Deeper.

“You know who did it?” Chanyeol asks taking a long drag from his cigarette.

Glancing at Kai, Chen nods. “Probably the guys from the last race.”

“Great.” Sehun sighs, rolling his neck, his dark puffy hair falling over his eyes. “I love dealing with sore losers. So what are we gonna do? Should we tell Suho?”

Chen wrinkles his nose at the thought, loathing the idea of a scolding. Hey, it’s not his fault this world works like this. You gotta live somehow, even if you break all the damn rules. “Let’s not. Suho’s been plenty busy himself. They just keyed my car, no biggie.”

“No biggie?” Chanyeol raises a skeptical brow, tapping his long fingers against his knee, the cigarette ashes falling onto the ground. “You loved that car, man.”

“Loved.” He repeats, the word quiet and heavy. A shadow passes through his eyes, a look the others know all too well to comment on.

“So what are we gonna do?” Kai asks, tilting his head at Chen. “I’m not about to let some fucker trample all over us like this.”

Chen grins, a mischievous glint appearing in his eyes. “If they want a rematch, so be it.”

“You’re kidding, right?” Kai scowls. “We don’t do rematches. Our turf, our rules and they lost.”

“Yeah, well, if they’re gonna be stirring up trouble, I’d rather you guys have a rematch rather than fucking each other up, you know?” Sehun grins. “It’ll make my job heck of a lot easier.”

“Fuck that.” Kai says, but Chen only laughs, slapping his back a few times.

“Chill man; I’ll do the rematch myself. I’ll take on a hundred of those bastards if I have to—I’ll still win, fair and square.”

“What a load of bullshit.” Chanyeol snickers. “But I’ll enjoy it for sure either way.”

“Keep it on the down-low, ‘kay? Don’t leave us any messes to clean up. Suho’ll be real fucking pissed.” Sehun says, earning an eager nod from Chen.

They’re still skeptical of this, of course. Chen’s been known to get into a lot of trouble—rather minor ones for sure, but trouble nonetheless. It’s rare to see him so excited about something when he’s usually so uncaring about anything. Still, it’s none of their business and they’re in no position to stop him.

“Alright.” Chanyeol shrugs, putting out his cigarette. “Go for it then.”

You walk into the tattoo parlor again, greeting Byun as per your usual routine now. This time though, Byun tells you that Chen isn’t here.

“What? Where is he?” Another race, perhaps? He doesn’t have his car anymore though...so did he get another one?

“Met up with some people.” Byun answers vaguely. “Don’t worry. You can wait here if you want, but it stinks like hell so I’d recommend you come back later.”

“Um,” you wring your hands against the skirt you’re wearing. “Who is he meeting?”

Byun let’s out a sly grin, looking up at you from where he’s sprawled over his counter. “What’s wrong? Scared he’s cheating on you?”

Your cheeks heat up immediately as you shoo away the very thought, appalled he would say such thing. “No! Of course not. I’m just...worried. He seemed really upset about his car, so...”

“Heh, I guess he is.” Byun shrugs. “He went to have a rematch with those jerks from the last race. He said they were probably the ones who keyed his car.”

You gasp, feeling a wave of anxiousness as you recall the faces of those racers. They didn’t seem to take their loss lightly—if keying Chen’s car is any indication. They’d probably do anything to win this rematch. “Where are they meeting?”

“Whoa there, calm down.” Byun waves his hand at you. “He’ll be fine. Don’t worry.”

“Please, Byun.” You grab his arm, unconsciously digging your nails into him. “I’m really, really worried. Please tell me.”

He winces, seizing your hands quickly in attempt to pry you off. You can see the boys in the garage start to take notice, stopping with whatever they were tinkling with to stare at you.

“Okay, okay! I can tell you, but it’s not where a good girl like you should go. And you can’t do anything even if you go anyways.”

“I’m really not a good girl, Byun.” You say, forcing out a tight smile. “I don’t care about anything, I just want to see him, make sure he’s okay.”

“Well,” he sighs, giving in. He rips a piece of paper from a notepad, scribbling down an address. “Here. Just...I warned you, alright? And Chen isn’t the type to change his mind easily.”

You clutch the paper tightly, thanking him.

You’re not the type to change your mind easily either.

“Well would ya lookie here.” The man from the race hollers when he gets out of his car. What was his name again? Damn, maybe Chen should’ve made an effort to remember their names before calling them up. “Who would’ve thought the cheater would want a rematch? Feelin’ guilty, boy?”

Chen smiles, swallowing the desire to laugh his ass off. Guilty? Him? It should definitely be the other way around, right? “You’re the sore loser here. Can’t take a hit and now you’re calling me a cheater?”

The man scowls, grabbing Chen by the collar. He’s as strong as he looks, but all brawn and no brain.

Chen quickly puts up his hands in a sign of surrender, the smile still on his face, unfazed. “Hey, now. Let’s just have a rematch fair and square. That’s the best solution, right?”

With a scoff, the man shoves Chen back, a confident grin growing on his face.

A red flag for trouble.

“Sure, pretty boy. Let’s have a rematch fair and square.” His friends start to giggle behind him, and Chen mentally rolls his eyes. Yeah, he knew they’d have some underhand tricks up their sleeves. He’s still confident he’ll win though and even if he doesn’t...well, he tries not to think of that right now.

“Rules?” He asks.

“None.” The man answers, gesturing towards the dusty road that stretches on into the distance. “Just get to the finish line.”

Well, his turf, his rules. Chen shrugs and begins to get into his car when he sees a taxi pull up nearby. Odd, he thinks, this place is pretty secluded.

But then the person that gets out makes him nearly choke on his own spit, and he gets out again, jogging towards you.

“Yo, where ya goin’?” His opponents yell after him, but he ignores them for now. He grabs your arm, pulling you to face him.

“What are you doing here?”

He looks shocked, and maybe even angry. It’s a stern expression you’ve never seen on his face before, but you stand firm and stare back at him. “I was worried.” You glance at the parked cars, and at the familiar men with several new faces. You turn back to him. “You gonna race him?”

“Of course.” Chen answers, scoffing. “No one messes with us and gets away scot free.”

“I’m coming too.” You say, resolute.

“No you’re not.”

“I am.” You pull your arm from his grip, storming your way towards the car you recognize from EXO’s garage. Chen follows you closely, a string of complaints that go unheard. You get into the passenger seat and slam the door closed.

“The fuck!” Chen yells, knocking on your window and tugging at the door handle to get it open. “Get out! This isn’t your race. Get the fuck out, now!”

You ignore him completely, turning away. Chen continues like that for a while longer before the opponents begin to grow impatient.

“You racin’ or what?” They snarl out, eyes narrowing on the two of you threateningly. “You makin’ fun of us?”

Chen stops, but continues to stare at you. Even without looking, even with glass between you, you can feel the heat of his glare. He takes a deep breath, perhaps to stop himself from breaking the car window, and finally slips into the driver’s seat.

“You’re going to fucking regret this.”

“I won’t.” You answer.

You see the race flag being raised, and the sound of the starting gunshot rings in your ear.

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Jongin lays awake that night in bed, thoughts clouding over with images of you. That little dream he had of you plaguing his mind, not allowing him to rest peacefully.

How badly he wishes it to be real. How badly he wishes he could have you, even just for one night, moaning and whimpering beneath him as he shows you just how good he can treat you. How good he can make you feel.

Letting out a sigh, he turns onto his side, gripping one of his pillows tightly and bringing it to his chest. He pictures it’s you he’s holding instead, and eventually, he’s able to find sleep, despite being restless for most of the night.

The next morning, he walks into the kitchen to see you sitting at the table on the phone. His brow furrows slightly as he hears your topic of conversation, taking him a moment to realize you must be talking with Baekhyun.

“Yeah, I’m feeling better today,” you say, smile gracing your features. “Thanks for calling to check up on me.”

The gratefulness he can hear in your voice makes him feel sick to his stomach. He was the one who came to your rescue, not Baekhyun.

Moving around the kitchen, he gets lost in his thoughts on how to truly get rid of his little problem. Sipping on his water, he finds himself leaning on the counter, eyes focusing in on your form sitting at the table once more. Though, he doesn’t quite register your final goodbye and finds himself startled out of his thoughts when you poke his stomach while now standing right in front of him.

“What’s on your mind?” You quirk a brow while moving over to make yourself a cup of coffee.

“Just thinking about a few things,” he replies with a slight shrug, placing his now empty glass into the sink.

“What? Like how you can’t stay awake during a movie for five minutes?” You tease, grin tugging at the corner of your lips.

“Maybe,” he grins right back. “Or maybe I’m just thinking of what to make us for breakfast.”

“You? Making breakfast? For us?” At this, you burst out laughing. “You rarely make breakfast. Ever.”

“Well, maybe I want to change that,” he replies, an almost pout on his lips as you continue to giggle at him.

Yes, he knows you’re usually the one to make breakfast for the both of you, but he wants to start showing you, in more subtle ways, that he can take care of you better than anyone else can. Especially Baekhyun.

“Suit yourself,” you let out a final chuckle while shaking your head. “Just don’t come crying to me when you burn something.”

“Hey!” He calls after you, watching as your giggling form makes a break for your room.

As soon as he hears your door close, he’s shaking his head while letting out a small chuckle. God, the things he would do for you.

Letting out a sigh, his expression falls once more, hardening into a slightly displeased look. He hates knowing that Baekhyun is slowly making a large impact on your lives together, and that he is the first person you talk to in the morning. He needs to work fast to get him out of the picture, or the next thing he knows, is that Baekhyun will be spending time with you at the apartment, and Jongin cannot have that at all.

Much to Jongin’s displeasure, by the time Thursday rolls around, Baekhyun has made it to your apartment. He came home from work to see the two of you curled up on your couch watching a movie. Given the stressful day he had at work, this just sets him off even more, his jaw clenching at the sight before him.

“Oh, hey, Jongin,” you greet him with a smile once you notice him standing in the entranceway. “You’re home late.”

He can feel Baekhyun’s gaze on him as he answers you, “work ran a little overtime today.”

“Well, there’s some food in the fridge. We ordered takeout,” you say, turning your attention back to the screen in front of you.

Jongin doesn’t fail to notice how you bury yourself deeper into Baekhyun’s side, causing him to grit his teeth slightly in frustration. He simply nods in response to you, quickly moving off to his room before he does or says something he might come to regret.

Leaning his head back onto his closed door, Jongin lets out a long breath, closing his eyes. Thursday nights are supposed to be your nights together. He was looking forward to curling up on the couch with you in his arms while watching a movie together, but it looks like that’s not going to happen anymore. So much for pizza night.

Quickly changing into some sweats and a t-shirt, Jongin finds himself exiting his room and making his way to the kitchen. He can’t help but to sneak glances at the two of you from the corner of his eyes as he reheats some food for himself. A fact that Baekhyun notices more than once.

Once his food is ready, Jongin finds himself moving over to the living room to join the two of you. He’ll be damned if he leaves you alone any longer with this bastard. Sitting on the opposite end of the couch, you immediately stretch your legs out to rest your feet in his lap, still leaning your body into Baekhyun’s side.

“So, what movie are you guys watching?” He asks, taking a bite of his food to hide the smirk that wants to break out onto his lips at the side glance Baekhyun gives him. Like hell he’s not going to bother the two of you. After all, this is his apartment, too.

“Winter Soldier,” you reply, not even sparing Jongin a glance as he nods his head slightly in understanding.

For the rest of the movie, Jongin sits in a somewhat tense state. He’s still fuming about Baekhyun invading the apartment, and pizza night. However, he can tell Baekhyun is not happy about him third wheeling, which only makes him more smug as more time passes. By the time the movie ends, Baekhyun is standing up to leave, and Jongin could not be happier about that fact.

“I’ll see you tomorrow at work,” you say, smile tugging at your lips as you kiss Baekhyun goodbye.

With a final wave, you’re shutting the door after Baekhyun exits the apartment. A ghost of a smile still resides on your lips, only causing Jongin’s jealousy to flare. That should be him you’re thinking about so fondly after he leaves. He should be the one leaving you with a content look on your face.

“Sorry for that, I was expecting you to be home before we got here,” you say, grinning slightly at him, somewhat sheepishly.

“It’s alright, he is your-“ it physically pains him to say the next word out of his mouth, “boyfriend.”

“He is,” your affirmation, along with the shy smile that graces your features, is like a blade to his heart.

“I’m happy you’re happy,” he fakes a convincing smile, standing up from the couch to make his way over to you. Once he’s in front of you, he places a hand on your shoulder, causing you to look into his eyes. “He does make you happy, right?”

“Yes,”

He doesn’t know what answer he should have been expecting, but he feared the word as soon as the question left his lips. Hearing you say it out loud is worse than anything he could have ever imagined, and you fail to notice the pain of sorrow that flashes behind his eyes. Eyes that have always, and will always, shine for you.

“Then that’s all that matters,” before you can say another word, he’s patting your shoulder and retreating to his room for the evening. “Goodnight, (Y/n).”

“Goodnight, Jongin,” you call after him, but he can tell your mind isn’t completely there. He just knows you’re still thinking about that bastard. “Sweet dreams.”

Finally, with the swing of his door shutting, he’s cut off from looking at your figure standing in the front foyer for any longer.

Sleep will not come easy to him tonight, nor will his dreams be at all sweet. This is his torment. The hell of a man, trapped, and desperately in love with his best friend. Forced to watch you fall for another man, when he knows that only he can treat you right. Forced to know that he will never be anything more than your best friend, which he so desperately craves.

The following morning, you leave before he even gets out of bed. He walks into the kitchen to find a plate of food and a note left for him, saying that you had to leave extra early for work today. He lets out a huff at this, a pout coming to form on his lips. It’s been a while since the two of you haven’t seen each other off in the morning like this.

His mood only seems to plummet over the weekend, as you go out on another date with Baekhyun. He can hardly stand the thought that you now prefer that bastard’s presence over his own.

What really sets him off though, is the following Thursday. The two of you are back on the couch, watching another Marvel movie when he gets home from work.

He grits his teeth and smiles through the pain. It’s only one more pizza night, it’s not that big of a deal.

Except it turns into the next. And the next. Even the following week sees the two of you in your apartment watching another movie when Jongin gets home from work. A fact that sets his blood boiling in his veins. He knew he shouldn’t have said anything last week when you asked him if he was okay with it. Curse his formalities towards you, and always needing you to see him in a good light.

Each time though, he makes sure he never leaves the two of you alone for more than a few minutes. The last thing he wants to see when he comes into the living room is the two of you making out on the couch. 

He knows if he ever witnessed that, he would probably throw Baekhyun out the window. No one gets to touch you like that, except for him.

However, for now, Jongin sits through each night with a fake smile on his face. He knows he’ll be rewarded for his patience soon, and it’ll just be the two of you once more. He knows his presence is really affecting Baekhyun, especially when he comes home and you greet him with a huge smile on your face. Not to mention the fact that the two of you cuddle up to each other on occasion while watching the movies.

The next Thursday evening, Jongin walks home sluggishly. He’s had a shitty day at work, and now he knows that as soon as he gets home, he’s going to have to witness you acting all loving in another man’s arms that are not his own. He just wants this night to be over.

Opening the door to the apartment, he’s greeted with an unusual silence. Allowing for the door to fall shut behind him, he quietly slips off his shoes and walks into the living room to find it empty.

Furrowing his brow slightly, he moves to his bedroom, placing his stuff down as he loosens his tie. Just as he’s about to exit his room, he sees you coming out of the bathroom, hair still damp from your shower.

“Oh, hey, when did you get home?” You ask him, using the towel in your hands to dry your hair slightly.

“Just now,” he replies, staring at your figure longingly. “Where’s Baekhyun? I’m surprised he isn’t here.”

He doesn’t mean for it to sound bitter, but he can’t help himself. He’s gotten used to coming home to the two of you curled up on the couch for the past month every Thursday evening. He’s sick of it.

“Oh, he couldn’t come over tonight, he had plans,” you say, a slight sigh escaping your lips, almost seemingly disappointed at the turn of events.

Jongin has to fight to keep the smile off his face, “oh, that sucks.”

“Yeah,” you hum, “I’ve gotten so used to him being here every Thursday night. It feels weird without him here.”

“I can imagine,” he replies, narrowing his eyes slightly at your slumped shoulders. Why can’t you just be happy with him for the evening? That’s how it’s always been, and now that bastard is ruining everything. Jongin needs to get him out of your life, and soon, or else he might do something drastic. Something he might come to regret. “Well, I know it’s just me, but we could always watch a movie. It is pizza night.”

“You’re right,” you smile at him, though he notices it doesn’t quite reach your eyes. “Who needs a boyfriend when I’ve got you?”

Even though he knows you say it as a joke, his heart skips a beat. He can’t help it, because he knows he’s all you need, he just needs to get you to see that.

A little while later, after Jongin’s changed and you’ve ordered the pizza, the two of you sit on the couch debating on what movie to watch. Once you’ve decided, and the pizza has arrived, the two of you sit back and relax for the evening.

About halfway through the movie, Jongin can’t help but notice how distant you seem. Usually by now, you’ve curled up into his side, or are at least resting some part of yourself on him. However, you seem to be in your own little world as you sit on the opposite end of the couch, curled into yourself in a little ball.

Pausing the movie, Jongin turns to you, “okay, spill.”

“Huh?” You blink a few times, only just noticing he’s paused the movie. “What?”

“You’ve been zoning out since before the movie started. I can tell something’s bothering you,” he leaves out how distant you’re being from him, no matter how much it bothers him, “so spill.”

Biting your bottom lip, you seem to be debating within yourself on whether or not to tell him what’s bothering you. He waits patiently for you to speak, and with a final sigh, you decide to tell him.

“It’s just,” you pause, “Baekhyun.”

Jongin’s heart begins to pound, his thoughts racing through his head, “what did he do to you?”

“Nothing! God, no, nothing bad,” you immediately defend him, causing Jongin to furrow his brow slightly, waiting for you to continue. “He just mentioned something to me the other day, and after thinking about it I can’t help but agree with him.”

“What? What did he say?” Jongin swears his heart is going to beat out of his chest in worry. He didn’t ask you to move in together already, did he? Whatever it is, Jongin won’t stand for it.

“He just noticed how close we seem to be, considering we’re just friends,” you say, avoiding his eyes by opting to look down at your hands. “And I mean, I get where he’s coming from. We do spend a lot of time together, and considering how we act around each other, what with the touching and all the affection.”

“He has no right to comment on that stuff,” Jongin comments without thinking, his brow furrowing in discontent. “I’m your best friend. If he’s too insecure about you being friends with a guy, then I’m sorry, but he doesn’t deserve you.”

“I told him that! I said that he was being silly, cause there’s nothing more going on between us. There hasn’t ever been, and there never will be,” your words feel like a blade right through his heart.

“Exactly,” he swallows hard, refusing to meet your gaze. “He has nothing to worry about.”

With those words, the conversation ends, and you excuse yourself for the evening, saying you’re too tired to finish the movie. Jongin lets out a sigh before cleaning up quickly, and turning off the TV.

He lays awake that night, too, arms crossed behind his head. Thinking.

Clearly, Baekhyun is feeling insecure about your relationship, and maybe, just maybe, Jongin can use this to his advantage. He knows you’re going to be slightly more cautious around him now, thanks to Baekhyun, but he thinks he knows how he can solve his little problem.

The following Monday evening, the two of you are sitting at the table, eating dinner which you’ve made. Jongin smiles to himself as he tastes the familiar spices of his favourite meal.

“What do you mean you won’t be home this weekend?” You inquire, quirking a brow.

“They just told me today at work that there’s a conference this weekend and they want me to attend,” he explains calmly, “meaning I won’t be home.”

“Oh, okay,” you nod, taking another bite of your food. “That’ll be fun.”

“Probably not, but thanks for your support,” he jokes, cracking a smile as he hears you laugh.

“Just trying to be supportive,” you smirk, rolling your eyes playfully at him. “Whatever will I do for the entire weekend without you here?”

“I don’t know,” he smirks right back, “read a book, or something.”

You scoff, offended at his statement, “as if I don’t already read books with you here.”

This goes on for a few more minutes, the back and forth between the two of you. For a moment, it feels as if everything is back to normal. Almost.

“Maybe I’ll invite Baek over,” you mutter, seemingly under your breath, yet Jongin still manages to hear.

He clenches his jaw. Disappointed, but not surprised.

Standing up after he’s done eating, he places his dishes in the sink. After thanking you for the meal, he retreats into his room for the evening, needing to clear his thoughts.

Soon enough, the dreaded evening comes, and he finds Baekhyun back at your apartment Thursday evening. Jongin resents it even more since he has to spend time packing his things for the weekend, too, allowing for the two of you to be alone for longer than he intends.

Once he’s done, he walks out to join the two of you only to see that you’ve fallen asleep, resting against Baekhyun’s side.

The two of them make eye-contact, having a silent battle between themselves as Jongin moves over to sit in the chair beside the couch. Baekhyun is smug, that much Jongin can tell, and it irks him to no end.

“(Y/n) tells me that you’re going on a business trip this weekend?” Baekhyun attempts to start a conversation.

“Yep,” Jongin replies, shortly.

“Have fun,” comes Baekhyun’s blunt response.

A sort of silence settles between them as the movie comes to an end. Jongin sits, tense, as he watches Baekhyun stretch before placing a gentle kiss onto your forehead, “I should get going.”

Choosing only to nod his head, Jongin watches Baekhyun as he gently lifts you off of his side, only to place your resting figure back down onto the couch. Jongin can tell Baekhyun really does care for you, he can see it in the way he looks at you. Too bad it’ll all mean nothing soon.

As soon as Baekhyun leaves, Jongin turns off the TV, moving over to the couch to sit with you. He lifts you gently, laying your head in his lap softly as you bury yourself deeper into him subconsciously. Ever so softly, he brushes your hair out of your face, looking down at you with such fondness in his eyes. Fuck, is he going to miss you this weekend.

Sure enough, the next day drags on, and by the time he’s done at the office and is about to leave for the conference, his boss is pulling him aside.

“Listen, Jongin, we got someone else to go to the conference this weekend in your place,” his boss says. “I know you mentioned you had an important event scheduled this weekend that you couldn’t miss, so please enjoy it if it’s not too late. My apologies for any inconveniences.”

Jongin doesn’t say much, just thanks his boss and bids him a good weekend.

Walking out to his car, Jongin sighs, frustrated. He wasn’t planning on not going to the conference, despite not really wanting to in the first place. However, now he has to go back to his apartment where he knows you are not expecting him to be for the next few days. He knows for a fact that that bastard is more than likely going to be there, too.

Letting out another sigh, he decides to head to a bar before heading back to the apartment. Maybe a few drinks will help him clear his head.

Getting home about two hours later reveals how wrong he was.

The first thing he notices when he steps through the door are Baekhyun’s shoes. The second thing being that all the lights are off in the apartment, except for the small bit of light that he can see peaking out from beneath your closed door.

Jongin does his best to be as quiet as he can, not wanting to disturb the two of you despite his inner protests. You deserve to be happy. At least, that’s what he keeps telling himself in his semi-tipsy state.

Making it to his room, he tosses his bag onto the floor near the corner of his room. He flops on his bed, letting out a small groan into his pillows. He needs to change still, but he doesn’t want to move yet, not when his entire body is craving sleep. And you.

After what feels like hours, he’s finally done getting ready for bed.

Settling himself beneath his covers, he makes himself as comfortable as he can, doing his best not to think about whatever it is the two of you are doing in your room that’s just down the hall. He’s able to calm himself down slightly by constantly repeating to himself that you’re just watching a movie.

His mind begins to wander, thinking about everything that’s happened over the past month with you, even going as far back as to the beginning of your relationship with Baekhyun. Jongin was able to get one pest out of your life with Tiffany, but now he still needs to focus on getting the bastard out, too. He knows he’s got to use Baekhyun’s insecurities against him, he’s just not one hundred percent sure on how to go about that yet. Hopefully, something will present itself.

Turning onto his side, Jongin grips his one pillow in his arms, imagining it’s you once more. Burying his head into it, he takes a deep breath, tricking his mind in his tipsy state into thinking it smells like you.

He begins to wonder what your body would actually feel like pressed against his in this context. Sure, you’ve cuddled before, but never anything more than platonically. A fact that frustrates him to no end.

Allowing himself to indulge in his own little world, he pictures holding you close to him as one of his arms snake down between your legs, imagine how you would moan for him as he brings you pleasure.

His eyes shoot open as he hears the faintest of moans come from the apartment.

Swallowing hard, he has to strain his ears to know if he actually heard what he thought he heard. After a few moments of silence, he hears it again, but this time, slightly louder. You moaned.

Given the amount of times he’s accidentally overheard you touching yourself, he knows exactly what your moans sound like by now. He’s only ever imagined them being for him, but as soon as he hears you moaning that bastard’s name, his heart shatters. He never truly liked how thin the walls were, only appreciating their thinness when he could overhear you by yourself, but now, he despises them.

He doesn’t know why he doesn’t cover his ears, or turn the other way and play some music to drown out the noises. Maybe it’s because in some sick, masochistic way, he enjoys hearing your sounds. It allows for him to picture that it’s him that’s pleasing you, him that’s touching you in ways only he should be able to.

It breaks his heart knowing that he’s the one that you’re meant to be with, yet you choose to waste your time with this filth tonight. Jongin should be the one making you breathless, making you scream his name, not Baekhyun.

Jongin falls asleep that night, your voice calling out for Baekhyun haunting him in his dreams. He doesn’t notice the single tear that escapes his eye. A tear of a broken man that feels as if he’s lost everything he’s ever had, and worked hard to get.

The next morning, Jongin wakes up earlier than the two of you do. Deciding to ignore the ache he feels in his chest, he decides to make breakfast for all of you. A subtle reminder that he’s always there.

After he’s done the first round of eggs, Jongin turns around to see a confused looking Baekhyun standing in the opening of the kitchen. The two stare at each other for a moment until Jongin breaks it.

“Morning,” he nods in acknowledgement, turning back around to face the stove.

“I thought you weren’t going to be here this weekend,” Baekhyun states, frown pulling onto his face.

Jongin can barely hide his smirk at the disappointment he hears in Baekhyun’s voice, “I wasn’t, but they got someone else for the conference, so they sent me home for the weekend.”

Baekhyun simply huffs slightly in response, clearly not pleased at the turn of events.

“Wait, when did you get back?” His eyes widen slightly as he realizes this.

“Last night,” Jongin hums, smirking down at the eggs in the pan. “You guys weren’t all that quiet last night, by the way.” He notices how Baekhyun stiffens out of the corner of his eyes, only causing his smirk to deepen. “It’s okay, though. It’s not the loudest she can get.”

Sending a smug look to Baekhyun from over his shoulder, he can tell his words have had the desired effect on him from the way he’s tensed. However, before Jongin can say another word, he notices your arms snaking around Baekhyun’s waist from behind.

“What smells so good?” You hum, eyes closed as you rest your head on Baekhyun’s shoulder. Opening your eyes reveals Jongin standing in the kitchen, cooking breakfast. “Jongin, when did you get here? I thought you were going to be gone all weekend.”

“Change of plans, they didn’t need me for the conference anymore, so I came back last night,” he explains, plating some more food.

The mortified look that spreads across your face has him nearly smirking once more, especially when you come to collect yourself in the next moment, releasing your hold on Baekhyun to move over and playfully shove Jongin’s shoulder.

“You should have warned me,” you say, shaking your head slightly.

“I didn’t want to disturb you,” he winks, nearly gagging himself at how calm he sounds.

“Yeah, yeah,” you wave him off, “and you made breakfast? Are you feeling okay?”

“Just peachy,” Jongin replies, wiggling his eyebrows at you slightly, making you giggle.

The whole while, Baekhyun stands there, seemingly out of place. He notices how you seem to just fall back into sync with Jongin ever since you woke up, almost ignoring him in favour of your best friend. He knows you’ve constantly reassured him that there’s nothing between the two of you, and there has never been, but with Jongin’s earlier comment, he’s not so sure anymore.

Needless to say, the tension at the table could be cut with a knife once you all sit down to eat. Baekhyun doesn’t say anything as he listens to the two of you converse like nothing has happened. It bothers him.

Throughout breakfast, Jongin notices how Baekhyun distances himself from the conversation, and he can’t help but to smile to himself. His plan is working.

Baekhyun leaves shortly after breakfast, despite your protests. You both promise to see each other soon though, and Jongin overhears you talking about some coworker’s party next weekend. He’ll make sure to ask you about it later.

Sure enough, you tell him that next Friday evening, your one coworker is having a farewell party at her place since she’s leaving the café that you work at for a different job. You’re planning to go with Baekhyun, and you tell Jongin that you probably won’t be coming back to the apartment on that evening since Baekhyun’s place is just around the corner from your coworker’s place. 

This fact makes him furious. There’s no way in hell that he’s letting you stay at Baekhyun’s place. The last thing he needs is for Baekhyun to touch you again. He needs to get you to realize that Baekhyun is simply wasting your time, and that he is the only one for you.

Unfortunately for Jongin, the week passes by fairly quickly, and before he knows it, it’s Friday evening. You’re currently slipping your shoes on, getting ready to leave for the party as Jongin leans against the wall with his arms crossed.

“Like I said, I probably won’t be back tonight,” you tell him, and he has to suppress the sigh that wants to escape him, opting to just nod his head instead.

“Alright, well, call me if you need anything,” he replies, looking deep into your eyes as if he knows something you don’t. “Anything at all.”

Bidding him a farewell, you exit your apartment and head down to meet Baekhyun downstairs. Once you spot Baekhyun leaning against his car, a smile tugs at your lips.

“Hey,” you say, leaning over to peck his cheek.

“Hey,” he smiles at you, but you notice it doesn’t reach his eyes.

“Is something wrong?” You ask him, getting into his car as he does the same.

“No, nothing,” his reply is quick, starting the engine and avoiding your eyes. “Why?”

“No reason,” you hum, choosing to let it go for now. Hopefully he’ll tell you when he’s ready.

Arriving to the party, the two of you enter arm in arm. You both greet your coworkers and grab a drink, sitting on the couch that’s free of people. You manage to make conversation with your coworker who’s leaving, and you end up spending about an hour talking with them. 

All the while, you notice Baekhyun staying unusually silent. He hasn’t cracked any jokes this evening, or even attempted to join in on any of your conversations. To say you’re worried would be an understatement at this point.

After a few hours at the party, you decide that it’s time to leave, considering you are getting tired, and you’re really worried about Baekhyun. This behaviour is so unlike him.

Bidding farewell and well wishes to your coworkers, the two of you leave the party.

The short ride over to Baekhyun’s apartment is spent in silence. You want to ask him what’s wrong, but you’re not really sure of how to approach the subject, so you do what you’ve always done in these types of situations. You text Jongin, and ask him to come get you. Clearly there is something that is bothering Baekhyun that he needs to take some time to figure out, and you don’t want to bother him while he does that.

After sending a few texts back and forth, Jongin tells you he’ll text you when he gets there. Arriving at Baekhyun’s apartment complex, he puts the car in park once he finds a spot, cutting the engine in the next second.

The two of you are silent for a few moments, neither of you daring to even move until finally, he’s breaking it with a sigh. “We need to talk.”

“Yes please,” you mirror his sigh. “Considering you’ve barely said anything all night. I can tell when something’s bothering you, so please, tell me what’s wrong.”

“I don’t trust Jongin, and I don’t think you should either,” his words have your mouth falling open in shock.

“Excuse me?”

“He acts way too comfortable around you for him just being a friend,” Baekhyun goes on to say, continuing to face front and avoid your burning gaze. “I see the way he looks at you when you’re not looking, and I’m telling you, he’s madly in love with you.”

“You’ve got to be kidding me,” you roll your eyes, not believing a word that is coming out of Baekhyun’s mouth. “I don’t know how many times I have to tell you, but there is nothing going on between Jongin and I. There never was, and there never will be.”

“Yeah, well, tell that to him,” Baekhyun grumbles, glancing at you from the corner of his eyes, noticing how your phone lights up with a text from the aforementioned man, only serving to worsen his mood. “You’ve got to be kidding me! You’re texting him?”

“Well, I noticed something was bothering you, so I asked him to come get me so I wouldn’t put you in a worse mood with my presence,” you defend yourself.

“You realize that this is what he wants, right?” Baekhyun comments, eyes blank as he stares ahead once more. “To drive a wedge between us?”

“Baekhyun, Jongin would not willingly sabotage my relationship,” you shake your head in disbelief. “I thought you were better than this. I thought you weren’t the type to let jealousy get the better of you.”

With those words, you open the car door and get out, slamming the door after you.

“Hold up,” he calls, getting out of the car himself. “You think I’m the one who’s jealous?”

“It’s very obvious to me you are,” you snap, crossing your arms in front of your chest.

“Baby, I swear to you, he’s the one that’s jealous. He’s got you wrapped around his finger, making you blind to everything he does,” he continues. “You know I love you, but I know he loves you, too. He’s playing you right into his trap.”

“Baekhyun, you know I love you, too, but I can’t have you talking like this about my best friend. He’s been with me through everything, he’s the one that knows me better than anyone else. How many times do I have to say that he’s just my best friend, and that he’s not in love with me?” You state, eyes narrowed to hide the sadness building up in your chest at the thought of fighting with Baekhyun. Everything was going so smoothly, too.

“How can you be so sure?” He counters, failing to hide the pain in his eyes as he sees Jongin’s familiar car pull into the parking lot.

“Because he’s my best friend and-“ your reply gets cut off as Jongin exits his car.

“(Y/n)? What’s going on?” His brow furrows as he sees you in your distressed state.

“Of fucking course, Prince Charming coming in for the rescue at the last minute,” Baekhyun rolls his eyes. “Why don’t you tell her how you really feel, man.”

“What are you talking about?” Jongin feigns innocence, coming to stand beside you, almost protectively.

“Baekhyun, you’re being absolutely ridiculous right now,” you say, taking a step forwards.

“Do you not trust me?” Baekhyun inquires, quirking a brow as he watches your expression carefully.

To say you are shocked at his question would be an understatement. “Of course I do.”

“Then who do you trust more?” He fears he already knows the answer to his question, but he still asks it anyways. “Come on, (Y/n). Who’s it going to be? Me,” his eyes flicker briefly to the side, “or him.”

You stand there stunned for a moment, locking gazes with Baekhyun as he stares you down, desperation clear in his eyes.

You feel as if your whole world has stopped. Torn between your best friend and your boyfriend. You don’t know what to do.

Taking a moment, you think back over everything you’ve been through. Your one constant through everything has always been Jongin. No matter life’s ups and downs, you knew you could always count on him to have your back. However, now you have Baekhyun, and even though he hasn’t been in your life for as long as Jongin has, he still means something to you, but he will never be what Jongin is to you. The two could never compare to one another.

“Baekhyun-“

“Save it,” he cuts you off, closing his eyes as he takes a deep breath. “It’s clear to me that you’ve already made your choice.”

Without another word, he turns around and enters his apartment complex, leaving you standing, stunned, in the parking lot, with Jongin.

     Byun Baekhyun and I had known each other since the day we were born. Our parents grew up together and even live next to each other. It was destined for us to be friends and therefore, Byun Baekhyun is my best friend I never imagined I’d have. He’s amazing...he knows when to make me laugh, when to pull me away from a fight, when to save me from my boredom and the most important, he knows all my secrets...because best friends aren’t supposed to keep secrets from each other. And because no one is perfect, there’s one major flaw Baekhyun seems to have...his huge pride. He might be nice and amazing but sometimes his mouth asks for a beating. He can gloat about himself for days and turn a blind eye to those around him, sometimes that person being me. He’s not uncaring, just too full of himself that he won’t see people need him too to listen. But knowing him for my whole life, I know when to tell him to stop and control him. 

Like right now, keeping a grip on his sleeve as we push our carts towards the big red train. It’s another year at Hogwarts, our fifth, and to my utter happiness, I was chosen to be a Prefect. I wasn’t expecting it, but at the same time I was. I’m one of the best students in our year so it shouldn’t have been a big surprise. Baekhyun knows already as I raced to their house to share the news with him the day I got the letter, but I decided to keep it as a surprise from our other friends.

“Yo, Baekhyun, hurry!” The deep voice of Park Chanyeol startled both of us as his head was stuck out the opened window, grinning widely towards us.

“Yes, you better hurry!” Baekhyun’s mother yelped, eyes cast at her Muggle wristwatch “The train leaves in five minutes!”

“That’s plenty of time for us to get on, mom” Baekhyun huffed as our luggage was transported onto the train, flying in the air before disappearing inside the train.

“Y/N” My father’s soft voice gained my attention as I turned to look at him, “You’ll have to spend another Christmas at Hogwarts, but do send us as many owls as you can. And your present will be in the Common Room before you can blink”

“That’s alright, dad” I smiled at my parents, a little sad that I had to part from them for so long, but then again...Hogwarts is just like my home.

“Have a good year, and don’t do anything unaccepted” Mom winked at me as I quickly hugged them both and rushed up onto the train as steam filled the air, the train ready to leave.

“They act like they won’t see us for years” Baekhyun huffed, gripping my hand as we made our way down the crowded corridors. 

“You know it’s because they love us, stop being like that” I squeezed his hand, getting an eye roll in response.

“I bet you’ll be a sappy parent too” An annoying grin graced Baekhyun’s pretty lips but before I could curse him, the compartment door to our right opened and there stood Chanyeol with Joy in toe.

“There are the lovers” Chanyeol gripped Baekhyun before pulling him inside, a huff leaving my lips.

“Seriously, will you stop calling us that?” I glared at Chanyeol while closing the door, “It’s been five years, seriously…”

“If he hasn’t stopped, do you think he will stop now?” Joy asked, her hands on her hips as a big smile appeared on my lips.

“Joy!” I exclaimed, pulling her into a tight hug.

“Y/N!” She shared my excitement as she patted my back, slightly towering over me with her height.

“So loud” Chanyeol muttered with a glare, taking a seat beside the window.

“You know…I haven’t missed you at all” I stuck my tongue out as I took my seat beside Chanyeol.

“Liar” He grinned back, pulling me into a side hug.

“I did not miss your loudmouth” I shrugged at him as he only chuckled and pulled out a little bag.

“And here I was waiting for you with a little surprise” Chanyeol faked a sigh as my eyes widened, eyeing the familiar bag.

“Are those--”

“German candies?” Joy shrieked, snatching the bag from Chanyeol’s hand, falling back onto the seat beside Baekhyun.

“And they are not for you” Chanyeol said with a glare, leaning forward to snatch the bag back, “I brought them for Y/N, if she wants to share them, she will”

I smiled brightly at Chanyeol before accepting the little present, giving him a grateful kiss on the cheek, “You are the best!”

“Hey!” Baekhyun exclaimed, pushing his round glasses up the bridge of his nose, as he threw Chanyeol a small glare.

“And that’s how you get someone else’s girl” He winked teasingly at Baekhyun before I nudged him with my elbow in the stomach. He whined as I shared my candy with Joy who wouldn’t stop giggling.

“How was summer?” Baekhyun asked after a big yawn, me sending a disgusted look at him as he didn’t bother to cover his mouth, “Mine was boring, the old same. Staying home, practicing Quidditch and sometimes going in town to those Muggles”

“Am I boring?” I scoffed, making Chanyeol chuckle.

“You kinda are” He whispered, earning a loud laugh from Baekhyun, to which I could only glare at.

“Anyways, my summer was nice, unlike Baekhyun’s” I threw him a sweet smile before looking at Chanyeol, “We went to France, it was really magical”

“I keep telling mom to take me there and she won’t” Joy grimaced as she popped a gummy bear in her mouth, “So I had to spend summer in Scotland with my grandparents, which was surprisingly fun. There’s a new boy in town, quite handsome as well”

“You find a boy every week, Joy” Chanyeol and Baekhyun chuckled, bumping their fists.

“This one is different” She hissed at the two annoying boys.

“You said that about Minseok last year too?” Chanyeol scratched his chin, grinning when Joy’s cheeks changed to a reddish color.

“Merlin curse both of you!” She snapped at the two amused boys before looking away, eyes on me only. I chuckled quietly, looking at Chanyeol as he cleared his throat.

“I traveled across Germany with my father once again and thought of your liking of these sweets, so yeah...I really didn’t do anything new” He shrugged and I smiled, offering him some candy.

“You know the Seeker of the team graduated last year?” Joy spoke up, turning to Baekhyun, “Are you going to tryout?”

“I was just about to tell you” Baekhyun smiled that charming smile, his glasses falling a little lower on his nose, “I’m pretty confident I will make it onto the team, I’ve been practicing for years now”

“He’s really good” I said nodding with a smile, Chanyeol humming beside me as he popped a chocolate frog in his mouth.

“Anyways, I have some news too” I stood up, pulling out my robe from my little purse, “Look!”

I pointed at my Prefect badge, Chanyeol’s eyes budging while Joy smiled brightly.

“I told you you’d make it!” She chuckled, happy for me “Congratulations”

“Oh no, I can’t tell you anymore when I want to prank someone” Chanyeol’s eyebrows furrowed as I chuckled, leaning closer to his ear.

“What others don’t know, can’t hurt them” I winked as I pulled away, a big grin forming on his lips. I pulled on the robe, smiling back at an already smiling Baekhyun.

“I’ll go to the Pefect’s compartment now, see you at Hogwarts!” I waved as I left my friends behind, feet padding quietly down the corridor in search for the Prefect’s compartment.

--

     After arriving at Hogwarts yesterday, we had the feast and I took care of my Prefect duties before joining Joy, Lisa, Yuna, Su in our dorm, sharing stories of our summers. In the morning, we got our schedule for the year before making our ways to class. We had Charms first, happy to know that I didn’t share only two classes with Baekhyun. Since we got to class a little earlier than usual, I dragged Baekhyun to the front and took our seast, Professor Flitwick sending us a smile.

“Hello, Professor” I greeted respectfully while Baekhyun lay his head on the desk, round glasses almost falling off.

“Hello, Miss Kang” The Professor greeted back, already blind to Baekhyun’s antics, “How was your summer?”

“Quite pleasant and yours?” Students started to fill the class and Flitwick rose to his feet.

“Very good, very good” He nodded, eyeing all the students. We were sharing class with the Ravenclaws, the Gryffindors happy to be out of attention range of Flitwick, if only it was that easy. The Professor rose to his stool, that made him taller, before welcoming everyone to another year at Hogwarts, telling us his expectations of us and our grades. More simply put, the same thing we’ve been hearing for five years now.

Cushions appeared on each desk as Flitwick grinned excitedly, “Today we’ll be revising the Banishing Charm, please, what is the incantations name again?”

Lot’s of hands shoot up in the aur, a victorious smile appearing on Flitwick’s lips. Baekhyun groaned beside me as I tried to raise my hand higher than the other straight backed sitting Ravenclaw’s. I nudged Baekhyun as he pulled the cushion and placed it underneath his head.

“Miss Kang?” Flitwick pointed his hand at me and I sat up straighter.

“It’s called Depulso, Professor” I answered steadily, Baekhyun nudging my leg underneath the table.

“Very well, ten points to Gryffindor” I smiled as the professor turned to the groans of Ravenclaw’s, as they weren’t chosen.

“No need to be sad, you’ll get the chance to earn some points too!” Flitwick was quick to exclaim as he brushed his hands together, “We’ll be practicing the spell for a little time to make sure everyone still remembers it before continuing with our lessons”

“Baekhyun, get up” I muttered as I picked up my wand, nudging his head softly.

“I know the spell, Y/N, let me sleep” He muttered back, voice muffled by his arm.

“You were supposed to sleep last night, I just earned us ten points, I suggest you do something productive so we don’t lose those points, Byun” I muttered sternly, making Baekhyun groan.

“You are giving me a headache, I swear on Merlin’s beard” 

“Merlin had no beard, get--” I gripped the edge of the cushion before yanking on it “Up!”

“Auch, Y/N, that hurt!” Baekhyun exclaimed, rubbing his temple and pushing his glasses up as the other students glanced at us.

“Ah, Mr. Byun, I see you decided to join us” Professor Flitwick said with a sarcastic smile.

“Yeah...I did” Baekhyun muttered with a grimace, pointing his wand at me.

“What are you doing?” I asked, slightly alarmed at his actions.

“I should just banish you instead, what do you think?” Baekhyun started grinning, leaning closer to me as my eyebrows furrowed.

“I do not agree with that at all” I answered warningly, pointing my wand at him as well. You never know when Baekhyun does something, he’s too sudden.

“I think I’d get us more house points” He kept on taunting, making me huff. I sharply pointed my wand at Baekhyun’s cushion, which was close to his elbow.

“Depulso!” The cushion flew off the table, joining the other cushions already on the floor. Baekhyun gaped at me as he looked at his elbow, thinking I’d direct the spell at him.

“Next time it really will be you” I warned, turning around as Flitwick made his way down from his tall stool, smiling at the students. Baekhyun huffed before sending my own cushion down on the floor, no words leaving his lips.

--

  I pulled my green coat tighter around me as the September breeze was colder and harsher than before.

“If I catch a cold because of you, Byun Baekhyun, you are spending your time with me in the infirmary” I warned as we made our way towards the Quidditch grounds.

“Not really, Madam Pomfrey will just give you one of her magic potions and you’ll be better than before” Baekhyun laughed, dressed in his Quidditch uniform, as I sent him a glare.

“I should be studying in the warm library for our O.W.L’s but here I am…” I muttered more to myself, but Baekhyun heard me nonetheless.

“Bloody hell, Y/N, it’s the first day of the semester and you want to study for the O.W.L’s already?” His eyes were wide as I just shrugged, gripping his arm before he could go falling to the ground, seeing he stumbled into a rock.

“And you will study with me, Baekhyun. You dragged me to your tryouts, I drag you to my study sessions” I let go of Baekhyun as he steadied himself, not missing his small smile. I was always more aware of our surroundings out of the two of us.

“Of course, love, anything for you” Baekhyun grinned before speeding up, leaving me with my mouth open and air stuck in my throat. Love? That’s a new one. I huffed before hurrying after him, going to the stands and taking a seat as the team and those who were here to try out gathered on the field.

Oliver Wood gave out instructions, letting out the Golden Snitch before all those who were trying out for the Seeker position rose into the air, Baekhyun’s eyes landing on me to wink before they were back on the cloudy sky. I smiled before hiding it behind my red scarf, taking my book from my purse, about Muggles, and starting to read as brooms whizzed past me.

--

     Baekhyun was ecstatic about the tryouts last night, telling everyone how he made it into the team for sure. I could only shake my head at him in the Common Room as he bragged to some boys from a year bellow, all paying attention to Baekhyun like their lives depended on it. And it only got worse in the morning when Wood pinned a parchment on the board, in the Common Room, with all the new members on the team, Byun Baekhyun having become the new Seeker for the Gryffindor Quidditch Team. I was, of course, happy for him but I had to hear him brag to every single person, for my happiness to last for a long time.

The four tables in the Great Hall were filled with food for breakfast, the hall slowly filling with more and more students as it got closer for our first classes. Baekhyun was half sitting half standing beside me, the bench between his legs, as his hands gestured faster than his mouth was working.

“And then--you know how cloudy it was yesterday? The clouds were almost black! And the wind was really strong, once it almost knocked me off of my broom, but despite that I stayed up in the air, watching closely for the snitch!” I quietly munched on my toast as the audience around us clung onto Baekhyun’s words, eyes wide and heads nodding whenever Baekhyun asked them something rhetorical.

“And there were like four other people trying out for this position, not like they stood a chance against me, I’ve been training for this before I could even speak--anyways, there was a bolt of lightning far in the distance, lighting up the dark clouds and--” I choked on my pumpkin juice as Baekhyun’s wild hand smacked against my back, startling me. I started coughing loudly as all eyes fell on me, Baekhyun fell onto his butt finally sitting down properly, worried eyes on me as he leaned closer.

“Y/N, bloody hell, Y/N don’t die on me!” He started panicking as I tried to breathe as much air in as I could, my nostrils burning a little, “Are you dying?!”

“Shut up” I croaked out as I finally stopped coughing, picking up the glass of pumpkin juice and taking a small and careful sip.

“She didn’t die” Baekhyun chuckled, patting my head before turning back to his impatient audience, students of all years gathered around us by now. I made eye contact with Joy from across the table, who’s eyebrows were furrowed as a blond haired girl kept on leaning over her, hair dangling onto Joy’s plate. Chanyeol was listening closely to Baekhyun’s words, even if he heard it already many times.

“So the bolt of lightning hit, right? And then I saw a flash of gold beside a guy who was trying out for the Seeker position, he didn’t even hear the Snitch beside him and he wanted the position?” Baekhyun laughed amused, shaking his head as his audience followed him with laughter, “And I flew, knocked the guy off his broom of course, and caught the Snitch. And it only took an hour, Merlin, just one hour!”

The audience ‘awed’ as Baekhyun stood again with a proud grin, his eyes falling on me as I raised my eyebrows at him, “Ask Y/N if my story is true? She’s been there for the whole tryouts, she’s seen it all”

Once again the eyes of his slowly becoming fans were on me and I put on a sweet but fake smile, “He’s not lying. I did see everything, the team is for sure going to win this year”

Baekhyun’s audience cheered, disturbing the other students around us, but the blond haired girl’s eyes seemed to stay on me for longer before Joy glared up at her and pushed her back, the girl huffing at her. Baekhyun suddenly stood up, gathering his books as I eyed him suspiciously, gripping his wrist before he could bolt.

“Baekhyun--”

“Be quick, love, the boys are waiting for me” Joy’s eyes widened as Chanyeol snorted into his pumpkin juice, my eyes narrowing at him.

“You promised to study with me, it’s today. Meet me after your last class in the library, okay?” Baekhyun smiled at me sweetly as I reluctantly let go of his arm, not before calling out for him again, “Baekhyun!”

“Fine, I promise!” He widened his eyes at me before running off to the other end of the table, bumping his fist with a few boys from the Quidditch team.

“He barely made it into the team and he already has fans?” Joy scoffed as she eyed her plate with disgust, “I think I’m finished, wouldn’t want to eat some blonde hair too”

Chanyeol and I chuckled as I turned my head to gaze at Baekhyun before I departed for my first class for today, one I don’t share with Baekhyun, Herbology.

--

  My classes were over for today and I walked to the library alone, having lost Baekhyun in the mass of students eager to go back to their dorms and relax a bit. I pushed open the doors of the library, making sure I was quiet, and nodded at Madam Pince who usually wore a glare but always offered me a small smile. I walked over to my usual seat, by the window, and slowly unpacked my Potions and Arithmancy books, opening the parchment with my homework. Knowing that Baekhyun is usually late, I started first with the Potions homework, knowing he’d definitely need help in Arithmancy, as it is not his forte. After a few minutes of me writing my homework, there was some movement from the other end of the table and I looked up, thinking it was Baekhyun, but I was surprised to see a Ravenclaw boy. Kim Junmyeon. He offered me a smile and walked closer, leaning down to whisper, “Do you mind if I sit by?”

“Of course not” I smiled back and Junmyeon thanked me before going back to his bag and taking a seat, at the end of the table. I looked down at my parchment, a little embarrassed, always having found Junmyeon quite handsome. And his intelligence only made him more attractive. 

And getting lost in solving my homework, I once again lost track of time, but I did not miss Baekhyun’s absence. He never missed out on something he promised to do. I felt a pang in my heart, something I never experienced before. He promised, Baekhyun never breaks his promises to me. Deciding he wouldn’t show up, since he didn’t even bother to until now, with the moon shining, I made my way back to the Gryffindor Common Room, soon having to attend my Prefect duties.

--

     The days seemed to pass faster than I could blink, and soon, we found ourselves at the first Quidditch match of the year, Gryffindor against Ravenclaw. Baekhyun had been speaking about it for the whole week, always being either too busy with practice or too tired for him to spend time with me like we used to earlier. But I tried to understand him, it’s not like we were tied to each other, we both had our sepparate lives and it was okay to have a little space from time to time. Except, this time, it felt like a bad kind of space.

“I’m excited, Baekhyun had been bragging so much about himself…” Joy shouted over the loud voice, “I want to see him playing”

“Oh, he’s good, I’ve been to a few practices” Chanyeol grinned, raising the banner for Baekhyun high up in the air. It was Baekhyun’s name, colored in Gryffindor colors, and a broom that was charmed to move.

“Really?” I asked confused as my eyes found Chanyeol’s, “He told me no one from the outside is allowed to practices”

“Oh that’s weird...last week the Hufflepuff team was there too...and Baekhyun’s little fan club too” My eyebrows furrowed at Chanyeol’s words as Joy turned to look at him as well.

“Fan club? Baekhyun has a fan club already?” She asked confused, eyebrows furrowing.

“Yeah, he is pretty famous” Chanyeol shrugged as Madam Hooch made her way onto the field, whistle raised to her mouth as the two teams, Ravenclaw and Gryffindor made their way onto the field. The captains shook hands before the whistle was blown, both teams pushing off, flying up in the air. The audience started cheering loudly, each for their supported house as Kim Jongin, a Hufflepuff and the announcer, spoke into the microphone. 

For the first few minutes, it was like a cat and mouse game, both teams trying to score while the Gryffindors were sending their bludgers mercilessly at the Ravenclaw’s, who’s defence was better than last year. The Golden Snitch was nowhere to be seen as Angelina scored for the Gryffindors, the supporters going wild. Joy’s shrill voice didn’t do good to my ears as I preferred to cheer more calmly while keeping an eye on Chanyeol, who was jumping up and down with the banner in his hands. The game went on like that, Do Kyungsoo, a Ravenclaw, was almost smashed into a scoring goal while trying to avoid a bludger.

“And there she is! Kang Seulgi--Ten points to Gryffindor!” Kim Jongin’s voice disappeared by the loud roar of the Gryffindor’s as Seulgi scored once again for Gryffindor.

“We are so beating everyone this year!” Chanyeol exclaimed excitedly, those who heard him cheering even louder.

“Wait until they find the Snitch” I chuckled, eyes landing on Baekhyun who was focused, eyes searching as he was waiting for the Snitch to appear. I smiled as I joined the others cheering loudly for the new Seeker, excited for my friend. It was always his dream to join the Quidditch team, I couldn’t help it but feel proud of him.

“There goes Kim--oh. Oh! Byun Baekhyun! He’s suddenly started moving and--Alec Gregorovics is going too! The Snitch, they had seen the Golden Snitch! Now it’s only a matter of time until one of them catches it and--” Everyone held their breaths as Baekhyun and Alec raced broom to broom after the Snitch, Alec trying to push Baekhyun off a few times, trying to gain an advantage. But Baekhyun started suddenly diving towards the ground and I stood up, hands clenched together.

“What is he doing?” I asked, voice coming out panicked as I watched Baekhyun speeding closer and closer to the ground.

“Catching the Snitch!” Chanyeol’s voice came out squeaky as he was barely able to contain himself.

“Byun Baekhyun has caught the Golden Snitch!” Kim Jongin hollered into his microphone as Baekhyun took a sharp turn, hand raised as he raised back steadily, “Gryffindor wins the first match of the year!”

The audience cheered loudly as I smiled widely, clapping for Baekhyun as a big smile adorned his lips, flying around on his broom, showing off his victory. I chuckled when he winked at a group of girls and loud squeals erupted in the stands. 

“Well, I gotta run!” Chanyeol exclaimed, pushing his banner in Joy’s hands, “I have to set up the Common Room”

“For?” I asked as Joy and I stood up, watching Chanyeol as he clumsily almost fell.

“We are celebrating tonight!”

--

  And that we indeed were doing. The Common Room was filled with Gryffindor’s of all ages, those of legal age drinking some punch while the others limited themselves at the pumpkin juice. I sat quietly in front of the fire, watching the others as they danced around, currently waiting for Joy to come back with some snacks. Baekhyun was nowhere to be seen yet, having probably not returned from the Quidditch grounds. Half of the team was here although already, celebrating their victory.

“Here” Joy smiled as she joined me, handing me some sandwich.

“I thought you were bringing snacks?” I asked with a chuckle as I eyed the sandwich.

“I got hungry upon seeing the food so...we aren’t eating snacks anymore” She shrugged as she took a big bite of her sandwich, making me laugh. The door opened and in came Baekhyun, being carried on Chanyeol and Yuto’s shoulders as everyone started cheering and clapping loudly. I grinned standing up, pushing the sandwich into Joy’s hands making her smile at me, before taking off towards Baekhyun. He was laughing, his round glasses close to falling off his nose, Chanyeol still clinging to his shoulder, even after putting him down, as he spoke to some sixth years.

“Baekhyun!” I called with a smile, Baekhyun’s head turning sharply in my direction. A big smile graced his lips as I walked closer to him.

“I told you, didn’t I?” He asked me smugly, opening his arms. I chuckled before running up to him and hugging him, his warmth enveloping my whole being. If someone asked me where my favorite place was on Earth, I’d have to say it’s in Baekhyun’s arms.

“I knew you’d win for us, Baekhyun” I chuckled, whining a little when he squeezed me too hard.

“That’s expected from you, considering you are my best friend” His eyebrows were playfully furrowed as I pulled away from the warm embrace, narrowing my eyes at him.

“That show off dive was unnecessary, you could have collided with the ground!” I exclaimed, taking the effort and pushing up his glasses for him, which were about to fall any minute.

“I had it calculated, don’t worry” He chuckled, winking at me.

“Well, I guess you can bask in your glory tonight” I shrugged, looking around as Baekhyun smirked, leaning a little closer.

“If you don’t mind love, there’s someone looking for me right now, see you around” He winked at me before taking off, leaving me alone staring after him. I tried not to feel hurt or like someone stepped on my heart when I saw Baekhyun heading towards the blond haired girl that we saw in the Great Hall. Convincing myself that it was just some childish feeling, afraid that I’d lose my friend, of course, I forced a smile on my lips before joining Chanyeol and his tall friends.

--

     I was never expecting Baekhyun to stop his bragging after winning the match, but what I truly wasn’t expecting was the masses of girls that seemed to come up to me and ask me what Baekhyun’s favorite color was or what his favorite meal was or where he liked to spend his time and the list goes on. However, what really did it was on a Wednesday morning when I was walking to the Great Hall alone, Joy already left with Su, and half asleep, when black and green robe flashed in front of me and I accidentally collided with a smaller body than mine.

“Watch it, Kang” The feminine voice hissed at me and I narrowed my eyes in the dim light of the hall as I gazed at the girl. Dark brown hair, honey eyes, fair skin and a funny accent...this must be a Zhang.

“You blocked my way, Zhang” I told the girl in front of me lazily as she crossed her arms in front of her chest.

“Anyways...Where’s your friend?”

“Which one?” I asked, raising an eyebrow.

“Byun, of course” Zhang huffed and my jaw clenched.

“Listen, I don’t mean to come off rude or anything...but I’m not answering if you want to ask about Baekhyun, go and ask him yourself, okay?” My voice came out harsher than I was intending to.

“Oh, look at that…” Zhang snarled, eyes glaring at me, “The little best friend is jealous now? Took you long enough to realize you’ll never have Byun for yourself”

“Excuse you?” I asked offended, hoping she wasn’t implying what she was implying.

“You’ll always be” She stepped closer, trying to intimidate me, “the best friend”

I chuckled as she glared at me for another second before turning around and storming off. Nope, I’m definitely not doing this anymore. Whoever wants to find out something about Baekhyun can either ask him or Chanyeol or even Joy.

My mood was worse than usually as I entered the Great Hall, I even succeeded in knocking someone off their feet.

“Merlin, I’m so sorry!” I panicked as my eyes fell on the Ravenclaw boy on the floor, those having seen us now laughing, “I wasn’t looking--”

“It’s my fault, don’t worry” Junmyeon chuckled as he looked up at me with a handsome grin, “I should have made sure no one would enter while I stop in front of the door”

I chuckled, extending a hand for Junmyeon to help him up. He took it with a grateful smile, his hand smooth and warm, making me blush as he gripped mine firmly and rose to his feet.

“I hope next time I won’t be the one knocking you over” Junmyeon winked at me as he let go of my hand, a laugh leaving my lips.

“Yes, let’s hope our next meeting will be more peaceful” Junmyeon showed me his charming smile once again before walking off, leaving me with a small blush. I quickly hurried to the Gryffindor table, taking my usual seat.

“What was that?” Joy nudged me teasingly, lips in a mischievious grin.

“Don’t” I snapped, back to my bad mood. I’m still pissed at Baekhyun. His fangirls won’t let me live. 

“While coming here the Zhang girl stopped me and--”

“Lea Zhang?” Joy asked with her eyebrows raised, “Yixing’s twin sister?”

“Yixing?” My eyebrows furrowed as Joy chuckled, shaking her head.

“Yeah, Lay’s real name...you didn’t think his name was actually Lay?” Joy laughed as I narrowed my eyes at my toast, genuinely thinking Lay was his real name.

“That’s...not important right now!” I exclaimed, looking back at Joy pissed, “Lea stopped me just to ask me about Baekhyun, I swear on Merlin’s name if one more girl comes up to me and--”

“She asked you what?” Joy cut me off bluntly, a sleepy and messy haired Chanyeol making his way towards us.

“I don’t know, Joy” I rolled my eyes, looking around the table. Where is Baekhyun? He was supposed to come with Chanyeol. But once my eyes fell on the other end of the table, they fell on the boy I was looking for. Right, why am I even surprised? Baekhyun won’t even sit with us now that’s he’s always hanging out with his Quidditch teammates.

“How can you not know?” Joy scoffed, returning me to our conversation.

“Morning girls” Chanyeol muttered with his raspy morning voice, sitting a little bit too hard down, knees smacking against the table.

“Morning” Joy quickly said before turning back to me expectantly.

“I stopped her before she could ask me” I shrugged at Joy as she rolled her eyes.

“Where’s Baekhyun?” Chanyeol’s narrowed eyes turned towards us as he stopped mid-bite. Joy sighed, pointing to where I looked a few seconds before, making Chanyeol sigh.

“Why?” Joy snapped, referring to our previous conversation about Lea.

“I swear on Merlin’s beard…” Chanyeol mumbled with a big sigh, “Ever since Baekhyun made it onto the team...he won’t even have breakfast with us anymore. I’m lucky if I get to say goodnight or good morning to him…”

“Suck it up, Chanyeol” Joy snapped, becoming irritated with our giant’s constant interruption of our conversation. Chanyeol pouted as I smiled at him sadly, understanding his pain.

“Before you throw a fit, Joy, I didn’t let Lea ask me anything about Baekhyun because I’m fed up with all the girls constantly asking me about him. What am I? His diary?!” I snapped, throwing my toast angrily back on my plate.

“Well, you could make connections nonetheless--”

“Morning guys” Baekhyun’s melodic voice interrupted our thoughts. Chanyeol’s head whipped up at the speed of lightning as he grinned at Baekhyun with his mouth full of food. I continued staring at my food, still angry at him even though it’s not exactly his fault.

“Morning” Joy greeted him back with a small smile before going back to her opened Charm’s book. I felt movement beside me before a warm breath was blown on my exposed neck.

“You won’t even greet me anymore, love?” Baekhyun’s low voice sent shivers down my neck before I turned towards him.

“Morning, Baekhyun” I greeted back seriously, his lips forming a small pout. I almost scooted away at the close proximity, always feeling a little uncomfortable if he came too close.

“Are you mad at me?” He asked, eyebrows furrowing as he searched my eyes.

“No, of course not” I huffed, shaking my head. A small smile appeared on his lips as he nodded.

“See you in class” I was taken aback when he kissed my temple, leaving me with a strangely quickly beating heart. I swear on Merlin’s name, my body has been acting weird ever since we returned to Hogwarts. But I will forgive him for sitting with me in class.

--

  My good mood came crashing down when I walked into Defense Against the Dark Arts class and saw Baekhyun sitting at the front, at our seats, with a blonde haired girl. The same girl from the party and the same girl who was so interested when Baekhyun was telling his story. Anne Kim. I don’t like her.

I took a deep breath, trying to calm my sudden anger, looking for another seat. How amazing, we had to have this class with Slytherin’s as well...I swear, Merlin wants me dead today. Spotting an empty seat on the left side of the room, the Slytherin’s side, just beside the seat I used to share with Baekhyun, I tried not to stomp down the little path between the desks as I made my way towards the empty seat. I failed in not stomping, however, as heads turned towards me curiously even Baekhyun’s when I slammed my books on the desk a little too harshly. The Slytherin boy looked at me amused while Baekhyun confused, as I took my seat.

“If that isn’t Kang Y/N” The Slytherin boy chuckled beside me, turning his body towards me in his seat.

“Yeah, it’s me” I muttered, jaw clenched as I could still feel Baekhyun’s eyes on me but I refused to look at him.

“Well, I’m sure I haven’t introduced myself properly before but I think you know who I am--”

“Yes, Zhang, I know who you are” I snapped, turning towards the boy who was smirking at me. Lay Zhang or Yixing Zhang, whatever.

“Oh no, calling me Zhang is quite--dangerous” He chuckled as I rolled my eyes, turning back to the front, praying for the professor to enter the classroom already.

“Problems in paradise, darling?” Yixing asked in a sing-song voice making my eyebrows furrow.

“What do you mean?” I asked while glancing at him.

“I hear things had been a little rough with lover boy over there” I followed the direction of Yixing’s head nod, my eyes falling on Baekhyun. I clenched my jaw once again as I saw the blond girl leaning closer to Baekhyun as he laughed at something she probably said...or he said since he’s a narcissistic bitch. 

“Things are just fine, thank you” I said while sniffing aggressively. A cute laugh left Yixing’s lips, attracting unnecessary attention, as he leaned closer to me.

“Is that jealousy I see, Kang?” I bit my lower lip while glaring ahead, stopping myself from answering back.

“Oh it’s something else, perhaps...a little crush on lover boy--”

“I swear on Merlin’s name, Zhang, if you don’t shut it...I will hex you!” I snapped lowly, turning towards Yixing with a hard glare. He laughed again and raised his hands in a surrendering way before turning to the front as if nothing happened. Little crush on Baekhyun? Yeah, right…

--

     Weeks passed, the weather changed into a colder one and soon we were nearing the middle of October. Days at Hogwarts seemed to pass slowly yet they passed quicker than when I was at home in summer vacation. My days were harsher and lonelier. After sitting with Yixing in DADA class Baekhyun seemed to forget about me. At first, I was confused, I tried spending time with him but he always seemed to be busy with Quidditch or some mysterious reason he didn’t want to share with me. Then after a while he stopped talking to me and started avoiding me like I was the plague, I saw him spending more time with the blond girl, Anna Kim. And the final stage that broke me was when he stopped greeting me altogether, acting like I didn’t exist when I was around. It was as if all those years vanished, like we were never friends, to begin with. It hurt me, a lot, because he was the only person I could really rely on. Joy and Chanyeol were amazing friends, but they weren’t Baekhyun. And in my sorrow, trying to get over the loss of an amazing friend, I found myself spending more and more time at the library with a certain Ravenclaw. Junmyeon was friendly, he paid close attention to details, never broke off my sentences, he was calm and waited patiently for me when I was explaining something, he was organized and neat…and the total opposite of Baekhyun. And as Friday was approaching, so was the Hogsmeade trip. I was surprised when Junmyeon asked me out on a date but I didn’t see why I shouldn’t say no, so therefore I agreed.

We were in DADA class, our last for today, and everyone was excited as we were duelling today. We had class with the Hufflepuff’s but our professor teamed up those who he thought were on the same duelling level. I was excitedly waiting in line, the desks and chairs having been pushed to the back of the class for more space, as the professor called out our names.

“Park Chanyeol and Park Chaeyoung” Chanyeol grinned as he walked over to the fellow Hufflepuff girl who sent him a small glare.

“Park Sooyoung--”

“It’s Joy, Professor” Joy cut the professor off rudely, earning a warning glare before he continued.

“Park Sooyoung and Kim Jisoo” Joy and Jisoo grinned at each other, Jisoo being a Gryffindor as well, as they walked over to a spot they chose.

“Byun Baekhyun and Kang Y/N” For a second I thought Baekhyun would be paired with Seulgi, sharing the same surname, but I was surprised to hear my own name. I gulped as Joy and Chanyeol watched me warily walk to the middle of the classroom, Baekhyun’s eyebrows slightly furrowed as he stood across from me. I refused to look at him as I twirled my wand around in my hands, his eyes on me tempting me to send a glare at Baekhyun for his insistence. He really expects me to act all friendly after a whole month of not even speaking to each other? Oh no, I will show him today what he deserves for the way he acted towards me.

“Okay class, I chose two students for today do to a demonstration for us before everyone starts. It was a random choice, I found most interesting I must be honest, so...Miss Kang and Mr. Byun, you may start with a small demonstration” The professor offered us an excited smile and I looked at him with one of mine, just more evil.

“How much time do we have?”

“As long as you take, but not more than ten minutes, please” He smiled delighted at us and I nodded, looking back at Baekhyun with an evil grin. He gulped uneassily, getting his wand out. We bowed at each other, making eye contact as I quickly racked my brain for all the spells that could be used in dueling. 

Before Baekhyun could even open his mouth to throw a spell at me, I was already shouting, “Everte Statum”, Baekhyun being sent flying back as it took him by surprise. The class gasped as I gripped my wand tighter, Baekhyun’s eyes narrowing at me as he raised to his feet, pushing his glasses back.

“Stupefy” But I was expecting it, knowing Baekhyun too well, and I blocked the spell already shouting my own one.

“Aqua Eructo” Water shot out from the tip of my wand, bending to how I controlled it, heading towards Baekhyun quickly but he was quick to dodge the water.

“Incarcerous!” Baekhyun shouted, voice coming out stronger but his form faltered for a second, when my own spell met his halfway.

“Relashio!” I grinned at Baekhyun as he seemed lost, probably forgetting what other spells could be used in duelling. That’s what he gets for avoiding me and not studying with me. I took my chance for a revenge, standing confidently, wand pointed at him.

“Oppugno! Avis!” Green birds were heading towards Baekhyun, attacking him as he tried shielding his head from the sharp beak of my birds.

“Incarcerous!” The birds disappeared as ropes shoot out from my wand, wrapping themselves around Baekhyun’s legs and with a yank, binding his body together. His eyes snapped at me but I wasn’t done yet.

“Stupefy!” He was sent flying back and I watched as he hit the ground with a big thud. The class gasped as Baekhyun groaned loudly, the professor’s mouth opening, but I wasn’t done just yet.

“Expelliarmus!” It was my final and killer spell, Baekhyun’s wand flying from his hand to the ground in front of my feet. I grinned and turned towards the professor who was watching us stunned.

“I believe that was bellow five minutes, professor” I showed a fake smile before walking to the end of the line, the professor clearing his throat.

“Yes, very good, spectacular in fact. I haven’t seen such duel in quite a while...Thirty points to Gryffindor” I smiled as Joy nudged my side, mouthing a ‘I thought you’ll kill him’, making me chuckle. Yes, I did kill something...and that was his pride as we watched Baekhyun get up and snatch his wand with a glare towards me. 

--

  The class took an end and I felt butterflies erupting in my stomach as I thought about my date with Junmyeon approaching quickly. He didn’t tell me where we’d go but I do have an idea, not too fond of it. But as long as we have a good time, the place won’t matter. Making my way out of class, Joy and I laughed as we discussed what I should wear.

“Y/N!” A male voice called out, not as deep as Chanyeol’s. I almost stopped but furrowed my eyebrows and kept on walking.

“Y/N!” Baekhyun called out again, pushing his way through the mass of students as I sped up, Joy walking behind me.

“You won’t speak to him?” Joy asked quietly, making me shake my head.

“I have nothing to speak with him” I snapped, feeling hurt that I had to hurt his pride in order for Baekhyun to speak to me.

“Y/N--”

“Don’t touch me!” I snapped, yanking my arm out of Baekhyun’s grip. His mouth fell open as he gapped at my aggressive response to him, never done something like this before.

“I--”

“I don’t have time right now” I interrupted him with a glare, Baekhyun gulping as he pushed his glasses further up his nose.

“Listen, I just wanted to speak with--”

“I have a date in a few hours, Baekhyun, I have to get ready” I flashed him a fake smile as Joy watched us with furrowed eyebrows, glancing at me uneasily.

“A date?!” Baekhyun gaped, mouth once again falling open.

“What? You thought only you could go on dates?” I chuckled before turning around and walking away with Joy who was furiously whispering about Baekhyun’s weird behavior. That’s no weird behavior, he probably just wanted to tell me how much I hurt his pride and how it’s unacceptable.

--

After getting ready for the trip to Hogsmeade and leaving with the rest of the students, Junmyeon was quick to find me and my hand in his, swinging it back and forth. I giggled at his antics but found it weird. I wasn’t sure about my feelings for him. Sure, he’s handsome and smart and I have a small crush on him...but it doesn’t go beyond that and it concerns me that if I tell him this I will break his heart.

My fears became true when Junmyeon stopped in front of Madam Puddifoot’s Tea Shop, grinning down at me.

“Are you ready?” He asked with an excited voice and I could muster up a small smile and a hum. Junmyeon pushed open the door for me like a real gentleman, unlike Baekhyun who would have walked in first and wouldn’t have bothered to keep the door for me as well. Once inside, the sight of couples at every table made me a little sick...plus the all pink room. Everything was pink, making me quite uncomfortable, as the tables were round and twinkling bell that signaled a new customer didn’t help either.

“What would you like to drink?” Junmyeon asked with his eyebrows furrowed as he surveyed the place.

“Coffee will be alright” I offered him a smile as he pointed at a pink table more towards to the middle of the room.

“That’s our table, go and sit while I buy our drinks” I nodded quietly and quickly walked to our table, mentally preparing myself for what was to come. First of all, I had to give time for my eyes to adjust to all the pink in this room and pray that I won’t have nightmares of pink. Since there was no long line, Junmyeon was quickly back with our drinks, him having chosen tea.

“Lovely place, isn’t it?” He asked with a grin while sitting down.

“Thank you” I muttered as he handed me my coffee, I took a small sip.

“A little bit too...pink for my liking” I answered as kindly as I could.

“Ah yes, that’s a bit off throwing but the good side is that everyone in here is either a couple or close to become a couple so...you don’t have to be shy about anything” Junmyeon enthusiased about this place more and I could only chuckle, praying we’d leave as soon as we finish our drinks.

“Snogging so openly makes me quite uncomfortable” I muttered, eyes going to the table on our left...then to the table from the window, the one beside it and then the other beside it...I think you get the idea, “Especially when so many are doing it”

Junmyeon laughed at my words as he sipped on his tea, sitting up straighter, “Well, ignorance is bliss...So just try ignoring them”

“It’s not me who ignores people usually” I muttered with a grimace, my thoughts taking me to Baekhyun.

“I know I never asked, mostly because I didn’t want to seem like I was prying, but I haven’t seen you around Byun Baekhyun lately...Anything happened?” Junmyeon asked in a curious, inoffensive manner. I sighed as I placed a hand on the table and started playing with the little spoon placed in a china plate.

“He apparently doesn’t have any time for me anymore, with Quidditch and all...fifteen years of friendship gone to waste, I--” I bit my lower lip, stopping the sudden tears. I never really said it out loud before, refusing to believe such thing...but it is real. Fifteen years of friendship gone to waste because Baekhyun couldn’t put his big pride aside.

“That’s a lot of years” Junmyeon muttered stunned, eyes a little wide, “Well, to be honest, it’s Baekhyun’s loss. Leaving such a beautiful and nice girl like you...I’d never”

I chuckled as I looked away, feeling my cheeks heating up. However, I thankfully controlled my reaction before giving it away, but I wanted to stand up and run away the second I saw Byun Baekhyun and Anna Kim sitting three tables away from us. Anna was sitting closer to Baekhyun, almost on him actually, and Baekhyun was telling a story that seemed to be unfinished as his eyes found mine. I gulped, quickly looking away from them, wishing I never saw them.

“Something wrong?” Junmyeon asked concerned, probably seeing it from my reaction, as he was about to turn around. I quickly leaned over and gripped his hands that were resting on the table and smiled.

“No, nothing, don’t worry” I chuckled, removing my hands from his embarrassed.

“Well then…” He cleared his throat, looking suspicious, “What are your plans for this Christmas?”

“Oh, the same old” I shrugged, playing around with my coffee, “I’m staying here at Hogwarts”

“Really?” Junmyeon exclaimed, face lighting up, “Me too!”

“Oh, I haven’t seen you around in previous years” I said with a smile, eyebrows slightly furrowed.

“Yes, I go home each year but my parents won’t be home this time and I don’t want to spend it with my grandparents, they are horrible” Junmyeon shuddered and I chuckled, “You spend it here always?”

“Yes, my parents work at St. Mungos and their shift won’t end until the third day of Christmas” I explained sadly “So therefore it’s better to stay here with friends rather than leave and be home alone”

“I see” Junmyeon nodded, a thoughtful look crossing his face, “We can spend it together this year!”

“Definitely” I nodded with a grin, sipping on my coffee when there was movement from the table where Baekhyun sat at. Junmyeon just gulped down his tea when Baekhyun and Anna stopped at our table, Anna smiling sickly at me.

“Hey” Baekhyun greeted, eyes falling on me after he sent a glare at Junmyeon.

“Oh hello, I didn’t see you” Junmyeon offered a polite smile at the two students, Anna returning one while Baekhyun ignored him.

“Come on, Baekie, we have to go now” Anna pouted, latching onto Baekhyun’s biceps. I looked at Junmyeon with a raised eyebrow as he contained his laughter.

“Yeah, let’s go” He muttered lowly, sending a glare my way before basically dragging Anna out of the Tea Shop.

“Baekie” Junmyeon repeated, laughter erupting from both of us. Well Baekie, seems like you got yourself some stupid witch.

--

     Time passed and here we were, nearing Christmas quicker than ever. In fact, Christmas was just today. Joy and Chanyeol left three days ago, leaving me alone. Well, not completely alone as Junmyeon would stay and from our dorm Lisa stayed behind too. I spent my time with Lisa usually, going on strolls around the castle if it wasn’t too cold or with Junmyeon in the library reading or outside playing in the snow. Junmyeon and I agreed that even if there was a small attraction between us, we wouldn’t work out, so therefore we became good friends. He was there when I felt alone and I was there when he needed a study buddy. All was going well as we had breakfast in the Great Hall, me deciding to sit at the Ravenclaw table seeing there were few students, the meal being more delicious than ever.

“I could eat this food all day, if only we had this always…” Junmyeon muttered as he eyed his chicken, making me giggle.

“Yeah, they are pretty good but they still don’t top the homemade food” I muttered while sipping from the pumpkin juice.

“My grandma makes the best pancakes!” Junmyeon said quietly, staring at his food as if he was remembering the taste of pancakes. Junmyeon comes from a Muggle family, the reason why he stayed back, he told me later, is because his grandparents aren’t fond of magic and always take his wand away when he spends time with them...and thanks to that, Junmyeon already learned wandless magic, of course not as powerful like with a wand, but just so he could annoy his grandparents.

“I would love to taste those pancakes one day” I muttered dreamily, wondering what they taste like.

“Yes!” Junmyeon nodded eagerly, looking at me with wide eyed “You must come over this summer! Bloody hell, you are a Pureblood, probably not knowing what half of the Muggle things are...imagine my grandparent's frustration with you! Fantastic!” 

I laughed as Junmyeon went on ranting about his grandparents and everything we could do to frustrate them. So it was set, I would visit Junmyeon and his grandparents in the summer vacation, staying over for a week.

--

After breakfast both Junmyeon and I retreated back to our Common Room, Junmyeon wanting to share the news with his grandparents while I wished to read. Of course, we did not forget to gift each other and Junmyeon brought a cute scarf with the Gryffindor colors but with a small Raven in the left corner. I bought him a book he said he didn’t have but wanted to read, called Hamlet from a Shakespeare called man. I should read it too once he finishes it.

The Common Room was quiet and vacant, a rare sight for the Gryffindor Common Room, the one that always held so much chaos. Curled up in front of the fire on the sofa, with the book on my knees, I read quietly, feeling a little lonely. I wish Joy would have stayed with me this year or...I wish Baekhyun and I would be still friends. Then I wouldn’t be sitting here, reading, and bored. 

There were loud thuds of footsteps as someone made their way down the stairs from the boy dormitory. I didn’t bother looking who it was, as I’m not really interested in what’s happening around me. I couldn’t help but look though when the sofa dipped beside me and someone sat, a little too close for my liking. Baekhyun’s anything but innocent eyes were watching me, eyes falling on the book. He stayed quiet as I closed my book and rose to my feet, wanting to leave.

“Merry Christmas!” He said, almost shyly, as I froze. I couldn’t believe my ears. So after months of ignoring my whole existence, he finally speaks to me.

“Seriously, Baekhyun?” I scoffed as I gripped my book tighter, wanting to keep the words back but not succeeding, “After months of ignoring me and avoiding me like I’m the plague...you come and just casually tell me, Merry Christmas?”

Turning to him angrily, I watched as he rose to his feet, hands behind his back, “I know I--”

“You know nothing, Baekhyun!” I exclaimed, all the pent up feelings surfacing, “You started ignoring me out of nowhere, without an explanation! We’ve been friends for fifteen years Baekhyun and then you just break off all contact you have with me? Do you know how that felt?! It felt like someone ripped my heart out and broke it in two and then threw it on the ground and stepped on it thousands of times to make sure it hurt more each time! But you have time to spend time with-with Anna Kim?! That stupid witch who runs after every boy's wand as if they are toys! Is that how much I mattered to you Baekhyun? I can’t believe I wasted my time and feelings on a narcissistic, prideful bitch like you!”

Baekhyun’s eyebrows were furrowed as he stared at the ground, glasses dangerously close to falling off once again. My hand itched to push it back for him but I mentally scolded myself. Get over it, Y/N, you are no longer friends.

“You...called me a bitch?” Baekhyun looked up at me, pushing his glasses back and running a hand through his messy hair.

I scoffed, my glare deepening, “Is that all you heard?”

“No, of course not!” He exclaimed, stepping closer to me, “Listen, I’m very sorry for everything. I know you probably won’t forgive me for another half a year but I need to tell you for once. I was caught up with Quidditch, I really was. I barely had time to study because I was pushing myself to become better, you know my dream is to become a Seeker. I have to do everything I can to become noticed by big teams. I barely had time for myself let alone for you! And Chanyeol, didn’t he tell you the messages I kept sending through him?”

My eyebrows furrowed as I took a moment to think, “No, he never told me anything”

“That stupid giant” Baekhyun rolled his eyes, looking pleadingly back at me, “I swear on Merlin’s beard! I asked him daily to update you about what was happening with me! I thought you started ignoring me because--because I wasn’t a good friend to you anymore! It had me worried and then Anna started showing up everywhere and she wouldn’t leave me alone for a second. She followed me even to the men’s bathroom! And I promised to go on a date with her if she left me alone after...but that date turned into more and now she thinks we are dating…”

“But you are not?” I asked curiously, hopeful.

“What? No! Of course not!” Baekhyun shook his head with a shudder. I sighed, biting my lip as I continued looking at him. I missed this idiot so much.

“I forgive you just--please don’t ignore me from now on. Even if you are busy, make time to tell me ‘Oh hey, Y/N, I’m probably dying but don’t worry, see you tomorrow at breakfast’, okay?” A grin broke on Baekhyun’s lips as he nodded quickly.

“I will sit with you from now on at meals...the boys from the team are quite lame and idiots” Baekhyun said with a shrug and I rolled my eyes.

“Of course, no one can be like Byun Baekhyun” Baekhyun started grinning before I killed his joy, “Not even himself”

“Here” He handed me a small gift box, revealing his hands from behind his back. My mouth fell open as I took the present, having bought nothing for him.

“Oh, but I--I bought nothing for you” I muttered embarrassed, not expecting to restore our friendship. Baekhyun grinned before leaning close enough to make me uncomfortable.

“Don’t worry” He muttered before closing his eyes and pressing his lips against mine. My eyes widened at the motion, never expecting it from Baekhyun. But my heart started beating faster and the butterflies in my stomach were stronger than with Junmyeon. The kiss was fast and more like a peck as Baekhyun pulled back with a prideful grin.

“It’s enough gift if you don’t slap me” He said cheekily, making me chuckle.

“Don’t tempt me, Byun Baekhyun” I warned him as I started slowly opening the gift box. 

Yes, Byun Baekhyun, don’t tempt me to kiss you again.

Aftercare

Jongin would be very attentive, something to quench the thirst, a warm cloth where he’d clean you up and gentle kisses placed over your body. He’d wrap you up in arms once satisfied and hold you close while basking in those after-sex feels.

Body Part

Jongin’s very proud of his thighs, a dancer needs strong thighs but on you, your neck is what he loves – especially littered with his marks.

Cum

He doesn’t necessarily like making a mess and uses a condom most the time but if he does cum on you, he’ll want it on your breasts. He’ll love watching it drip over your erect nipples as you play with them.

Dirty Secret

Jongin imagines you when he’s dancing certain choreography, he imagines the way you feel around him and how you whimper his name when you’re close. He doesn’t tell the others that his sensual act on stage isn’t quite an act because he really is turned on.

Experience

He has a decent amount of experience, he’s not a playa or overly promiscuous but Jongin knows what he’s doing and he does it very well.

Favourite Position

It depends on his mood, there are times where he enjoys you on top, riding him while he watches you come undone but there are times where he loves having you pressed up against the wall while he fucks you from behind.

Goofy (are they serious in the moment or more light hearted)

If Jongin is feeling overly dominant, he’s serious, he wants complete control and every move is precise and calculated but mostly, Jongin is light hearted and just loves tangling in the sheets with you.

Hair (grooming)

Okay, he has zero hair on his chest but those legs are hairy as shit and he can go a few days without a shave. His pubic hair is trimmed neatly but mostly for occasions or dates; if he thinks he can get away with it, he won’t trim it for a week.

Intimacy (are they romantic in the moment, how intimate can they be…)

It’ll depend on the mood, or the occasion. Date nights, for example, Jongin will be the definition of romantic and he’d be showering in all the love and praise he feels you deserve, soft touches and whispered words against your skin would set the tone for the night. Eye contact is a must, he’d want you to see how much he adores you and as your bodies connect, you’ll feel like two pieces of a puzzle finally coming together.

Jack-Off

He’ll only really need to when on tour or away from you. If he can wait until he’s home, then he will because he’d prefer you to his hand but for whatever reason he can’t have you, he’ll lock himself away to help ease the problem.

Kinks

Marking, body worship, praise, sensory deprivation and mild bondage. Jongin has a nice little variety of kinks that he enjoys; he is a switch so he enjoys both giving and receiving. He’ll definitely try anything once if it’s something you really want to do or within the range of things he already enjoys.

Location (favourite places)

Practice room or somewhere with a mirror he can press you against, otherwise Jongin enjoys the comforts of home because that means – there’s no rush.

Motivation (what gets them going)

Something Jongin notices that really gets him going is watching you dance, watching your hips sway and the way you lose control to the music fuels a fire in his loins that he cannot control. Though, rubbing his thighs, kissing his neck and subtle teasing are also high on the list too – you just get him going regardless.

NO (what won’t they try, turn offs)

Public settings aren’t his thing, teasing or displays of affection he’s comfortable with but Jongin is a private person so doesn’t like the idea of sex in public. He’s not into anything that could hurt you or degradation – he’ll give it a try if you really, really wanted him to but he wouldn’t enjoy it.

Oral

Jongin knows how to use his tongue, very well. He loves watching you come undone just by his tongue and he loves the taste of you so he’ll do any chance he gets – he’ll even wake you up by eating you out if he’s that horny. He also loves getting head, fondle his balls, tease him, deepthroat him and let him fuck your mouth – give him head after a concert and he’s in heaven.

Pace (are they fast and rough, slow and sensual…)

Jongin is someone who knows how to use his hips and those hips are heavenly. His mood sets his pace; he’ll either want you screaming his name as he snaps those hips and fucks you into oblivion or he’ll roll them at just the right angle that you’re a moaning mess while he lathers you in kisses.

Quickies

Quickies are common for Jongin, especially during comeback season. He doesn’t prefer them over long night in bed with you but during that time of year – they happen a lot.

Risk (are they down to experiment, do they take risks)

He’s down for pretty much anything if it’s what you want and he does enjoy taking the odd risk but if at any moment he or you feel uncomfortable then he’ll stop immediately.

Stamina

He has a lot of stamina, he’s like the energiser bunny on crack – unless he’s touring or preparing for comebacks. He still will have a lot of stamina but he’ll only go one or two rounds rather than three or more; he’s a hard working and busy man so you understand when he’s needing to rest.

Toys

He has a few blindfolds, feathers and a nice pair of cuffs hidden away that he loves to pull out when the mood is right – whether it’s on him or you, he really doesn’t mind. He’s not overly keen on using dildos on you but that’s only because he’d rather use his cock rather than a fake one.

Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Jongin is a tease, especially when he’s feeling playful. These moments tend to come out when you’re shopping or in public in general. He’ll hug you from behind, pressing soft kisses on your neck or if you’re sitting down, he’ll gently rub your thigh; everything he does will seem innocent and sweet but the words he’ll whisper or the glint in his eyes will show you what his real intentions are.

Volume

He’s not overly loud, Jongin’s louder when he’s getting head but otherwise it’s soft moans, a few whispered profanities and low growls.

Wild Card (a random headcanon)

You had been dancing at an afterparty that Jongin invited you to and he couldn’t take his eyes off the way you moved. He doesn’t like to drink, barely having two glasses of champagne but the feel of you grinding against him made Jongin feel drunk with lust. He guided your body with his own, moving you both to the music as your arms curl around his neck and seductive words whispered in his ear. Jongin doesn’t remember how he got you from the middle of the dance floor to his dorm room but he does vividly remember how hard he was and how good you felt when he bent you over and fucked you for the first time since entering the relationship.

X-Ray (what’s going on inside those pants)

Jongin is average sized but he’s a little thicker.

Yearning

He is needy, with a very high sex drive. He’s not walking around wanting to bone every second of the day but sex is definitely the first thing he wants when he comes home from being away from you for more than two days. He knows that there is a time and place for it but he can’t help that his libido seems to go into overdrive when you’re around.

Zzz

The tears in his eyes made Yuki Sakamaki tear up as well. It was hard to hold back her emotions when he displayed them so openly like this. Selfishly in Yuki's heart, she wanted him to stay in Japan with her forever but at least for two times in her nineteen years of life she was able to see him in person on this tour. First in Hiroshima on the twenty-ninth when he'd worn that silly, adorable tiger outfit and then again today. Getting two tickets was the most amazing surprise and Yuki thanked her best friend Azuma for the second ticket. The curtains were closed now and Yuki shakily got up from her seat. 'What's This Feeling' was playing in the background as fans all started to file out of the concert hall, their faces were filled with pure awe. "Sugoi ne!" (Awesome) one girl yelled to her friend as they walked past her. "I loved Mars the most!" Said one lady in her mid-sixties beside Yuki. Yuki smiled at her, it always made her happy that people of all ages and genders loved Taemin-san as much as she did. Yuki turned on her phone when she was outside the auditorium. Instantly it began to vibrate with messages from her older sister Kumiko who would have given anything to be there with her but was unfortunately stuck at college abroad in America. Their father owned a specialty candy store with many popular fandom Items from Anime toys to K-pop merchandise. It was getting to be a quite popular store in several cities and Kumiko was going to college in New York for business. Soon she would be running the store there. "I was listening on stream!" I can't believe you are still alive after that! I was blown away as usual by how amazing Taemin-sama sounded!" Yuki laughed at her sister's use of sama (lord) as an honorific for Taemin. Her sister was overjoyed when she heard that Taemin would like to be called sama as an honorific in a recent fansign. "Yuki-chan I am so happy for you. Call me immediately when you get home I want to know how it felt to be in his presence." Yuki looked at the time it was already getting late and because of the crazy rainy weather they had been having lately (no thanks to Taemin's power to make it rain wherever he went) it was already pitch-black outside. She dialed for a cab to take her to her hotel but suddenly remembered what she was missing. "Ah! My lightstick." I must have left it on my seat. Turning back Yuki ran into the concert hall and back to her row, letting out a gasp of relief when she found her pearl aqua diamond lightstick still on the red cushioned seat. She looked around the room. Everyone had left already except for one man in a black bucket hat. Yuki held in a gasp because the man looked like Taemin and he was leaving the hall through the red-lit exit door close to the stage. A rush of adrenaline burst through Yuki's veins and even though she thought she would be crazy to follow him she knew she couldn't have seen it wrong. Yuki opened the door and looked around outside. Everyone was in the front of the building taking pictures with Taemin's SIRIUS white van so it was very quiet back here. Yuki remembered Taemin saying that he liked to take walks right after concerts to burn off his remaining energy and look at his fans happy faces. She wondered if this was such a time and if it was, would she be lucky enough to spot him when no one else had before? Yuki walked closer to the front of the building where she would be able to have a perfect view of fans taking pictures but remain unseen. If Taemin was anywhere it would be here. "I guess just the presence of that doppelganger's charming aura would frazzle even the most sensible of people," a voice said from the shadows. Yuki turned around and her eyes widened when the figure came closer into the light of the full moon above. His hat was gone now. Even though the man wore a black mask concealing the bottom half of his face she knew that his eyes were undeniably Taemin's. He pulled his black hair out of his eyes revealing a pale forehead. Her brain was having a hard time registering how it could be possible to change his hair from blonde on stage to black in so short a time. "Taemin-san, I am so happy to see you," Yuki said with a slight bow as she tried not to act like a stalking lunatic in front of him. "How did you change your hair?" Taemin pulled off his mask revealing his full lips and the small black mole she loved so much on the right side of his nose. Up close like this, she saw that he truly didn't need any makeup to show his mesmerizingly handsome beauty. Yuki pulled herself together if she lost her nerve now she would regret it forever. "Taemin-san, I just wanted to tell you that you are the biggest inspiration in my life. Thank you for pursuing your dreams to the fullest and for always pushing yourself to become even greater. You bring joy to all of us and I want you to know that I love you." Yuki blushed as she said this last part, but she never looked away from his eyes and she was so happy that her voice hadn't wavered either. "I know you can't take a picture with me because of the rules but please sign this," she said taking out her SIRIUS pamphlet and handing it to him with a pen from her SIRIUS bag with all of the little mini Taemin pins she had collected on it. She hoped he found it cute and not embarrassing. Taemin laughed while taking the booklet and pen gently from her hands. It was like a song his laughter. She wished she could pause this moment and never leave his presence. Taemin looked up at her his eyes changed in an instant from warm brown to deep crimson and Yuki covered her mouth in shock. "Be careful what you wish for Yuki Sakamaki," he said in her mind. "I may really decide not to let you go." Yuki felt paralyzed by those beautiful crimson eyes. She didn't move as Taemin brought his hand to her face brushing his thumb across her cheek, the cool metal of his ring making her shiver. He pulled her chin closer to his face. But his aura wasn't the same as the Taemin Yuki had seen on stage. He opened his mouth and two small fangs formed from his perfect set of white glistening teeth. "You're a vampire!" Yuki said in disbelief. "Does that mean you don't want my autograph?" Vampire Taemin said with the most seductive smile she had ever seen. "Are you afraid of me?" he asked, moving his hand to her shoulder. "I should be, but I'm not." Yuki admitted silently since she knew he heard her. "I've always believed you to be otherworldly," She said with a laugh. "I guess I was right." Yuki's heart raced faster as Taemin pressed his lips to her neck, his fangs brushing her skin gently before coming down hard and piercing her. Yuki let out a scream at the sudden pain, but it soon turned into a moan as he began to suck her blood. His hand traveled from her shoulder to the small of her back pulling her closer and she let herself fall into him as if it were a kiss. He removed his fangs licking the droplets of blood left behind with the tip of his tongue. Yuki trembled at the heat he emanated around her and tugged him closer. He came near to her ear and whispered "Don't mistake me for my mortal shadow-self again," his breath on her ear was a feather-light kiss as he said, "we are quite different him and I. If you're smart, you'll forget about both of us." Then he was gone and all that was left behind was Yuki's SIRIUS booklet that he'd placed in her hands with the note: Meet me in Shukkeien Garden if your curiosity gets the best of you. - Francesco.

Yuki had sworn to herself that she would not go to him but two days later she found herself taking a flight to Hiroshima and making her way to Shukkeien Garden. She read and reread Taemin’s Francesco’s note through the entire hour and a half flight and rode a bus the rest of the way. The garden was a paradise of miniature trees and a beautiful pond at its center. Small pink buds clung to a few branches she passed as she made her way through the circular path and caught sight of a tea house ahead. Before she could decide whether to make her way to it alone or stay on the path and wait, Francesco appeared beside her as if he’d apparated there.

“You came,” Francesco’s hair was still ebony black but this time it fell over his forehead and into his luminous blue eyes. His contacts made her wonder again for the millionth time if she had been mistaken over Taemin being a vampire and maybe the red eyes were contacts and she was being played by some very elaborate prank but now that she was here with him again she had the distinct feeling that Francesco really wasn’t Taemin and knowing that made her ever more cautious of his intentions.

“Francesco, I came for answers only you can give me I need to kno…”

Francesco stopped her with a light hand at her shoulder as he began to guide her in the direction of the café. He pulled up his black hoodie but seemed confident enough that he wouldn’t be recognized to order for them both, a cold coffee for himself and some of the shops freshly brewed tea for her. They sat in the bench outside overlooking the pond and for a moment Yuki was content enough to watch as Francesco held the plastic cup from the lid and took long sips from the straw. She remembered how Taemin held his cups in much the same way but she didn’t dare voice the thought. But then was he reading her mind even now? Angry at the power he held over her she turned away from him and sipped her own hot tea, the styrofoam cup warming her fingers.

“You want to know why I look like him down to every freckle don’t you? Why I may have some of his mannerisms and carry his voice?”

Yuki met his eyes and squeezed her cup a bit tighter.

“Remember last time we meet I mentioned my Shadow-self?” She nodded. “Shadow-selves are more often referred to as doppelgängers… He paused looking to the pond before continuing. “Yuki…” The ease with which he said her name made her feel oddly closer to him, as if they had known each other somewhere or rather sometime before. “Many years ago I did something to anger some very influential people and I regret that I wasn’t the only one to suffer from the curse I brought upon us.” The seriousness in his voice made Yuki’s back straighten and she braced herself for the words to come.

“You may not believe this but I meet you during the Asuka period, as a demon my role in life is to reap the souls of the living and even though it was your time, I could not bring myself to take you down with me. This angered the Balance of our world and you became a symbol of everything I strived to become.” Francesco’s laugh was loud and genuine as he said, “I remember when I found you hunting a demon who had killed your family. Do you remember it Yuki?

“I believe you can show me my lost memory,” even as she said it she knew it to be true. Yuki took Francesco’s hands in her own and closed her eyes, the world seemed to swirl and melt into a long forgotten memory:

Yuki knelt in the snow outside of Good Eye tavern under the window that overlooked the back of the room. Her palms were slick with sweat as she grabbed the hilt of her dagger harder and watched the revelry within. She watched Makoto down his fifth cup of sake, his pockets becoming as empty as his addled mind as he continued to gamble the night away.

Just yesterday, she would have been one of those tavern girls who stood behind him now, whispering the opponent’s hand in honeyed tones against his ear. Just yesterday, she would have been the girl serving the sake, would have been the one to receive those unwanted caresses at the knee, and would have been forced to mask her disgust with sweet smiles. But not today. Today she was death incarnate; her blade would run through his body just as he had run through her parents and little sister for nothing more than a few meager gold coins. Tonight, revenge filled her heart. She knew now after weeks of tracking him down and serving at the Good Eye just what hatred felt like.

Hate flourishes not in the deep murky caverns of the mind like she’d thought in her naive days, but in the warm sunrooms where happy guests are seated to tea and their host's thoughts are deviant but filled with patience. Before long, that patience grows thin and that hatred turns to their blades as a vessel. The host’s hands are then soon stained with the blood of their guest.

Yuki lifted the hood of her black cloak over her head to hide her moon-white braided hair beneath it. The tavern owner, Akhil, was about to throw Makato out at any moment and she would be ready. Yuki pulled another throwing knife from her boot cuff and climbed to the roof of the tavern. She’d gauged the exact spot on the roof she would need to wait in to strike the killing shot. Just when she was in place, the tavern’s little golden bell chimed with the arrival of a new customer. Yuki cursed under her breath as Makato was thrown into the snow. The new customer had blocked her shot by standing in front of Makato like a shield while he fought with Akhil and pleaded with him, “Just one drink”.

The angry customer hidden under his gray cloak practically lifted Akhil two feet off the ground. Yuki, transfixed by the spectacle, almost missed Makato who was crawling away in a drunken snake-like slither, leaving a path in the snow. Goddess be damned, she thought as more people came outside to watch the fight unfold. She couldn’t kill him with this crowd. Careful not to make a sound, Yuki lowered herself to the ground again and followed Makato as he crawled into the woods. It was a wonder that Makato didn’t give up and fall against a tree, with how slowly he walked. The bitter cold was the only thing keeping him in check. It tore at his bones, and the foul wind howled at him to keep on living his worthless life. Yuki raised her throwing knives again, this time with Makato right before her, she knew she could not miss.

She was right! The knives hit their mark with perfect accuracy, right between the shoulder blades. Makato howled as the knives pierced him, and soon the pure snow turned crimson around him.

“This is for my family you bastard,” Yuki screamed. She refused to shed a single tear. It was not the first time she’d killed, and it would be far from her last. This was simply the first time she’d known the victims of her victim. The empire had hired her as their assassin on her fifteenth birthday and she’d done the job, not only for its pay, but for the glory of it. Her father had been the general of the emperor and had taught her to fight since she was old enough to walk. She’d bathed in the blood of war and fallen into hell and back for nothing better than what this man in front of her had killed her family for: greed.

But now this greed was fueled by hatred; hatred for what this man had done to her family, hatred for what the empire had made her into, and hatred of herself. Yuki knew she was too valued to the empire, too skilled in the art of murder to ever give it up now. It was a game and she simply played it better than others.

Yuki walked away from Makato but as she did, she could hear the furious roar of an animal. She turned, and there before her what use to be a man was now a massive brown bear in his place. It stood three times her height on its hind legs. Its dagger-like teeth gleamed under the moonlight and his eyes, oh gods, his eyes, were as red as the blood that had just spilled from him.

She pulled two shurikens from her waist holster and aimed between the eyes. The throwing stars embedded themselves into the bear’s skull, but it only seemed to enrage him more. The bear continued toward her on all fours. She threw dagger after dagger at him, but the bear did not waver. She only had one knife left now, and she doubted that it would make much of a difference. The Makato in front of her now was in the form of what she imagined he’d looked like inside. This was what rage and hatred looked like, tough fur and blazing eyes. He just might devour her, but not without a fight.

Just as she let her last knife fly, a whistle of air passed her quick as a breath, and a figure jumped down from the trees above. It was the hooded customer who had been turned away at the tavern. He was the reason she’d confronted Makato in the woods instead of where she’d wanted to take him down. As he stepped between her and Makato, Yuki’s blade, that had been meant for the beast, sunk into the stranger’s back just as his sword ran the bear through in one swift movement. The bear gave one last deranged cry before falling backward onto the snow.

The stranger turned from the fallen beast to Yuki and pulled back his gray hood to reveal a face not much older than her own. The scar across his left eyebrow was the only thing that marred his almost femininely beautiful features. Yuki remembered the way he’d lifted the tavern owner and wondered where all the strength from his small frame came from.

He pulled her blade from his shoulder and wiped it with his hood. “Here. I’m sure you’ll need it again soon,” he said, flipping over the blade, and handing it hilt first toward her. She took it.

“How did you kill him? I’ve thrown six daggers at him already and nothing happened.”

“You can’t kill a demon with blades like yours,” he said while cleaning the blood off his own sword now, “you need blessed metal to kill a higher demon.”

“So that’s what Makato was. I can’t say I’m surprised,” Yuki said. Remembering those crimson eyes made her shiver.

“You would have killed a lesser demon with those knives, but one of his rank is harder to exorcise,” he said placing his sword in its sheath. “Also, you might say ‘thank you’, seeing as I just saved your life. And if I may ask,” he moved one step closer, “why were you tailing my target? Is the empire hiring two assassins per job these days?”

“I would have done just fine without your intervention and I have far more claim on this particular target than you do. I didn’t take him for money this time. I hated that man. He killed my family in cold blood.”

The stranger laughed at that, and she noted a very distinct mole at the corner of his nose as it crinkled, his brown eyes seemed to twinkle as he said, “A piece of advice, Honey, in this line of work let no one drag you down through the mud far enough to hate them. That hatred will turn on you, make you reckless, predictable, and stupid, then no one will be around to save you.”

“Wait,” she said as he pulled his hood back up and began to walk away. “Who really sent you? Was it Takashi?” She wondered if maybe the new general of the empire really did care about his assassins or maybe he just thought of her as invaluable. She’d never missed a target before. “Did Takashi send you because he found out my target was a demon?”

“Only scum work under the man who didn’t care to inform you that almost every target you have killed so far was in fact a demon. I don’t serve under the general, but Her Majesty and Honey,” his smile made her want to punch him, “the monsters from your nightmares are real. They crawl this earth before your eyes. After all, don’t humans act like beasts.”

“Wait,” she called after him again, but he was gone, vanishing amidst the trees and snowflakes. She lifted her head and caught a few on her tongue. Her body stiffened when she gazed behind herself at the fallen beast. She wasn’t going to lose her place in the assassins’ guild just because of one flowery man too quick with a sword. She pulled out her newly cleaned knife and turned toward the demon in the snow.

The entire court gasped as Yuki walked down the throne room holding the severed head of a bear. Blood spilled onto the lush carpet as she walked. The shocked looks and fainting ladies of the court were worth the trouble she’d be in for this stunt. Takashi’s eyes were stern and unamused as she placed the head at his feet.

“I figured you’d like to mount this on your wall,” she whispered to him as sweetly as she had when she’d poured poisoned sake into Makato’s mug. “Whenever you look at it think of me.” Yuki leaned closer to Takashi, palm outstretched to receive her pay: five-hundred gold pieces that she had been promised. Yuki had loosened her long braid before coming into the hall so that now her hair fell past her shoulders. She’d exchanged her leather for a comfortable pair of trousers and a white blouse.

“Yuki, your pay has already been given away. Don’t try to deny that you did not kill that beast,” Takashi said looking down into the open eyes of the head fisted between her palm. “Please leave before Her Majesty sees the mess you’ve made in her hall.”

Just then, Empress Haruko entered with her entourage of court ladies in her wake. Dressed in fine silk kimonos with elaborate designs, they each had fans tied with a small rope at their waists. The Empress was the only one ornamented with jewelry, her headdress made up of golden flower pins. The man who had stolen her victory walked in behind them, his beauty surpassed that of any of the ladies present, including Her Majesty. He’d exchanged his gray cloak and trousers for a light green kimono that, while far simpler than any of the court ladies, only brought more attention to his features and long black hair, which he’d gathered in a topknot and fastened with a single gold clip. He looked more like The King’s cupbearer than a member of the assassins’ guild. Yuki’s eyes met his and he quickly looked away.

“Is this blood staining the sacred stone of my chamber, General Takashi?”

“Your Majesty,” Takaishi said, quick to kneel before her, “It is an offering to you from the gods. This blood and animal’s head represents your good fortune to come. The assassins’ guild is holding a ceremony in Your Grace’s honor.”

This seemed to appease her as she took her place on the throne and Takashi summoned a servant to clean the blood. As Takashi rose from kneeling, he leaned into Yuki’s ear and said, “The empire no longer requires your services, Yuki, you can crawl back into the sewers with the rest of the vermin. I believe Taemin,” he said, resting his gaze on her newfound finely dressed adversary as he leaned down to hear The Queen who whispered something to him, “can take it from here.” Yuki picked Takashi’s coin purse and left the hall. She didn’t look back.

I’ve lost my position to the empresses’ new lapdog; how pathetic can I be? Yuki let out a few choice words and gulped from her flask. Her throat felt raw and her stomach empty, but she didn’t want to move from the piano bench. She always came to the old village concert hall when she felt upset. It was the only place that really felt like home anymore, even if it was half-burned by a fire; a fire she had started. For someone who couldn’t even read notes, she sat here far too often.

Yuki gently rested her fingers on the piano’s singed ivory keys. They were now covered in ashy soot and some flats were chipped, but the piano she found still played a tune; a haunting melody that somehow resonated with her feelings at the exact moment she played them. Yuki had swapped her trousers and blouse for one of the costume dresses she’d found mostly unharmed in a wardrobe. It was white with the long draping sleeves of a goddess’s gown from a painting she’d seen long ago. She supposed it was from one of the many plays that had taken place at this stage. Maybe one she’d seen with her father when she’d been younger. But after her parents had been killed, she’d felt the urge to unleash her wrath on this place of harmony. Why should others laugh and sing in a world so dark? She’d brightened it that night with the flames of her hatred. The fire had flourished till every instrument, except for this piano, were nothing but dust. Yuki’s hands came down on the keys hard and the sound that emanated was chaos; the most familiar kind of melody. She cursed this place, she cursed how she used to be, and her good memories.

“You have quite the sword for a tongue.”

“How did you find me here?” she said, her voice weary.

“Takashi told me you come here often. I’ve been here once or twice myself,” Taemin said. He walked up to the stage and lifted a piece of the floorboard. He pulled out a koto she hadn’t known survived the flames and blew on it to release the dust. It seemed he really must come here often to know it was there.

“I used to play on this stage,” Taemin said. “Terrible what happened to it,” he tried to meet her eyes, but Yuki looked away. In his silk kimono and fastened hair, he looked in costume already, like an emperor’s son who had run away from the throne to become a minstrel. He stood on the stage with her, only the beam of light from the moon coming from the broken rooftop lit the stage, as well as the solitary candle she’d placed on the piano, its wax already filling more than half of its basin.

Taemin sat on the stage and placed his thumb, index finger, and middle finger against the white strings of the koto. Then he closed his eyes and plucked the instrument with elegant strokes, the ends of his kimono sleeves moving with him. The melody stirred something inside her; it made her angry, it made her weep, it made her smile. She raised her fingers to the piano keys before her and this time she followed his tune. As they played, she felt even more hollow, like this had been the joy she’d wiped out of her own life and the lives of so many others. The tears streamed from her face now even when Taemin had stopped playing and walked toward her; she kept on.

“Do you feel this pain? This is how the souls you’ve sent to hell feel in their purgatory,” Taemin said. “This is how the many demons and innocent blood you’ve shed spend their days.” Yuki froze and looked up at Taemin; his face, that had been lovely and peaceful only minutes before while playing, had turned hard, and his gaze pierced her with so many needles that she had to blink.

“You know, Takashi never said anything about this concert hall. I can smell the blood of my people’s murderer for miles.” He placed one pale hand atop her head and stroked her hair as gently as he’d played the koto. “This moon-white hair was a beacon that lead me to you, it can be seen even from the pits of Yomi and most importantly, from my throne.” Taemin’s eyes turned from warm brown to crimson, the same blood-red eyes of the demon bear he had killed in the woods. Yuki knew who this man before her was now. She knew why he’d killed one of his own servants only to corner her now. He was the king of demons, a reaper of souls who had come to collect his pay. So many of his monsters had died by her blade, whether she had known it or not, and he wanted compensation. 

Yuki tried to move, tried to reach her iron short sword hidden in her gown, but his music had done something to her body. She felt paralyzed, and at this point her survival instincts were almost nonexistent. She’d done enough, killed enough to deserve this fate. If the king of the underworld had worked this hard to track her down, enough to disguise himself as an assassin, hypnotize an entire court and the empress herself in order to get to her, then she was ready.  

After all, she was just like him, a demon hiding under human skin, clawing to release the hatred that always followed nipping at her heels letting her have no peace. Like a restless river that she waded deeper and deeper into till she’d surely drown. She could still hear the howls of the beasts she’d killed, all lecherous and iron-toothed. She could remember each of their names. As Taemin’s dagger drew closer to her chest, she smiled, at last she would be home. But before the dagger could pierce her soul he embraced her instead.

“I have never known a woman so fearless of heart and yet a purity shines within your soul. Even damned as you are to the darkness of Yomi you do not belong in the land of the dead. I wish to see your sadness turn to smiles and see those smiles directed at me,” he said taking her face in his.

His gentleness surprised her and so did the sincerity of his words, she saw the truth in his eyes and she wasn’t afraid. She covered his hand at her cheek with her own and said, “Perhaps life is still worth living but I’ve lost the reason for it long ago.”

“Can you remind me what being alive feels like I haven't felt that way in centuries?” Taemin said bringing his forehead to rest against her own.

Yuki brought her lips to his and whether they had known it or not the heavens and the high priests of hell had been watching and grew displeased at the disturbance of balance.

“Yuki! Are you alright?” Taemin had his hands on both of her shoulders as she came out of her lost memories.

Yuki looked at the concern on Taemin’s face and squeezed his hands to reassure him that she was alright.

After she had enough time to catch her breath she said, “I’m not the only Yuki you’ve told this to over the centuries, am I? The curse you said you endured we endure together. There are human duplicates made in your likeness on this earth who reincarnate as I do. And every time we cross paths through every lifetime you must endure seeing me with someone else in your image, am I right Taemin?”

“I only go by Francesco now Yuki. You are right, You live and you love and you die and you do it all without me but somehow someway you always die a terrible death at a young age that breaks both me and my shadow-self to pieces. Do you know what torment I go through seeing you live through that pain again and again,” Francesco said as he leaned his forehead against hers.

“Something strange did happen this time though because while my shadow-selves are usually made in my image it was never this close a resemblance, never this close a connection. I feel his emotions more deeply and find myself connected to this current Idol child more than I have ever before. Usually, I feel nothing shared with my doppelgängers but my love for you as if we are two separate beings but this time, I am not so sure it is that simple. I can hear his thoughts sometimes and I worry if our closeness will affect him as well. Yuki, the only way for you to break this cycle of death is to stay away from us but because of my selfishness I dragged you into this again.”

“I would have come anyway Francesco, you know I’d have followed Taemin to the next concert as soon as I could.”

“Spend the rest of today and tomorrow with me? I’m leaving after and I know the perfect place you’ve been wanting to go” he said.

Yuki knew she couldn’t resist the chance of spending the day with him. Her pull to Francesco and Taemin were far stronger than she wanted to admit but at that moment, she was thankful for it. Here beside her stood someone who truly understood her, loved her, watched her die in a thousand ways and still risked everything to be with her. If the tables had been turned and she had been the one to watch him suffer over and over would she have endured it?

“Then what are we waiting for, let’s go.”

The late-night flight to Okinawa had lasted six hours and Yuki had fallen asleep on Francesco’s shoulder to her humiliation for most of it. He’d told her when she’d awoken that looking into the past can take a strong toll on a mortal’s body. Yuki’s excitement to be in Okinawa Churaumi Aquarium was unparalleled. It was were Taemin had gone on his SIRIUS tour and just the thought of it made Yuki giddy with excitement though she tried to suppress it for Francesco’s sake she knew he felt it. Francesco smiled at Yuki’s enthusiasm to make a beeline for the whale sharks as she passed the pages of the map they were given at the entrance.

It still felt strange separating both Francesco and Taemin as two completely different people entirely. But no matter whom Francesco looked like she knew the experiences of both men were profoundly different. On top of that Taemin was a mortal, an angelic, ethereal mortal but a mortal none the less and he could not find out about Francesco at any cost.

“Yuki I found it! Francesco pointed at the glass with a grin as he motioned to the white spotted whale shark with a small gray fish following at his underbelly. Francesco watched Yuki press her hands to the glass and laughed when she pressed her nose to it as well. “Look over here so we can get a picture with the gentle beast.” Francesco pulled out his phone and caught the perfect shot of the shark just between their heads.

“I guess this means you’ll have to send me your contact information now,” Yuki said snatching his phone from his hands. “Or I guess I’ll be imputing mine,” she said as she added herself as a new contact.

“Yuki you know that’s a bad idea,” Francesco said reaching for the phone as she raised it above her head. He followed after her as she went to see the eels in the next tank and she slipped the phone back to him and took his hand.

“I know we only have a short time and that it's foolish to-”

“Dangerous to-” He corrected.

“I just want to pretend for the rest of the day that we don’t have to say goodbye at the end of it,” she said meeting his eyes. It terrified her that she could see his sadness beneath his smiles.

“Okay,” he squeezed her hand tighter. “You are going to have the day of your life Yuki Sakamaki.”

He wasn’t wrong. The hours to come gave her more joy than she had ever dreamed of and it wasn’t just that Churaumi was one of the largest aquariums in the world but it was the growing feelings she couldn’t shake around him. Yuki had already been in love with Taemin and her past self had already loved Francesco and though she knew it was wrong to compare them she knew the reason she loved them both was really because Taemin was a mortal incarnation of Francesco himself. Seeing Francesco come to life as he animatedly spoke about all of the different fish in the aquarium calling them all by name and telling her of his many swims in the ocean made her heart soar. She knew that Francesco and Taemin were connected far more than he’d like to let on. This shadow-self, unlike the others, held similarities that even he feared. What if it was because the curse was ending and soon enough there would be no more diluted parts of Francesco to give? He already felt and heard the things Taemin did so would the passing of his mortal soul hold an effect on his as well? Yuki worried that this was the plan the heavens had in store for him, ripping out Francesco’s heart wasn’t enough, it was his immortality they longed to steal and place a new king on hell’s throne.

“I can breathe underwater,” he said pulling her out of her disparaging thoughts and back to the food stand they stopped at. “I’ve spent so much time underwater in some of the darkest parts of the sea that go even deeper than the tunnels of the underworld. There are so many bizarre creatures down there that the mortals still have yet to discover, Yuki. Do you remember when one of my shadow-selves was a pirate captain and you were the cheekiest of vixens with hair brighter than the flames of hell.”

Yuki surprised herself by knowing exactly what he meant. In those days her father had wanted her to marry the wealthy son of a clerk and she had run away by moonlight. Bess Gallagher dressed in doe-hide breeches slipped her way into the most cunning, infamous of gangs and pledged her life to piracy. When her ship The Coffin waged battle and seized The Magpie she captured the unfortunate vessel’s captain in more ways than one and once the red knot had been tied and a babe was on the way she died a terrible death at the mercy of the sea and to her watery grave.

“I was quite spirited then wasn’t I.”

“You’ve always been that way Yuki,” Francesco said as he moved her hair behind her ear, his touch lingering and reminding her of the feel of his lips against her neck, his fangs against her skin. “You are still the strongest woman I have ever known you just haven’t realized it completely in this life yet, you don’t quite know quite what you’re capable of” he said as he drew his thumb across the top of her eyebrow and she closed her eyes as his fingers traveled down her cheek. She opened her eyes quickly when her back came in contact with the wall behind her and Francesco’s hand slammed against it.

“Francesco, If you wanted to pull a Kabedon there are much less dramatic ways of-”

“Shhh, honey.” With one hand against her lips he brought the other from the wall and held his hand out to her. She was thankful that it had been there to quite her for if not she would have screamed. There in the palm of his right hand lay a large dead redback spider. Francesco pulled away from her and in one quick swoop, he swallowed the poisonous creature.

“Francesco!”

“Shhh you’ll bring attention to us,” he said as he took her hand and lead her away from the crowd.

“Now I definitely won’t be confusing you with Taemin anymore after that stunt,” Yuki said her heart still pounding widely though she wasn’t sure if it was from the sight of Francesco eating an insect or his proximity from moments before.

“How many times do I have to clarify that Taemin and I are much more different than you think. Also, I’m not afraid of insects.”

“He’s no coward Francesco, mortals have fears and trepidations it makes them human,” Yuki said a bit annoyed now.

“I never said he was Yuki.” Francesco looked up at the darkening sky with a sigh their day was close to an end. “Come, I have one more thing to show you and I’m afraid this time you will surely compare me to him.

 The music shop was large and not many customers were there at this late hour. It was half an hour till closing time but somehow Francesco convinced the man behind the counter to let him use the piano room in the back where they could be alone. Yuki stood by the hood of the grand piano at the center of the room and Francesco placed his hands gently to the ivory keys.  

“The song I’m about to sing is one Taemin will release next year, I’ve heard how it is sung from our connection and I can’t escape from the feeling that it’s about us three. Somewhere in the mortal’s subconscious mind, I believe he knows something as well.”

Before she could say a word, Yuki was transfixed as the hauntingly beautiful melody and Francesco’s voice-Taemin’s voice filled the room.

“Memories of being in love come back You follow me around and pester me every day You’re like a shadow

Your voice that echoed on and on in my ears Won’t leave me Though I run away, I’m still in the same place Oh you’re like a shadow”

 The song was about yearning, heartbreak, loss, and haunting spirits but she understood what Francesco meant when he said it reminded him of their story and of their forgotten memories. Perhaps Taemin was also searching for this shadow-side of himself that he knew was lost to him. Perhaps he felt the yearning that Francesco felt for her in some crazy intuitive way. She didn’t know why the bond between Francesco and Taemin was stronger than any Shadow-self that had come before but she did sense the danger ahead of them.

“Only the splintered memories Sink deeper and deeper into my heart A crack of light comes back And your shadow stabs me again

Though I hide in the dark again and again You chase after me You won’t leave me Though I run away, I’m still in the same place Oh you’re like a shadow”

 When Francesco finished, he looked up at her and met her glazed eyes with a tormented expression of his own. She never felt so blessed and yet drained of life all at once, his voice and those words made her feel things in the way no one else could. He knew that their love would never be enough to stop their fate if they continued to meet she would die and saying goodbye was the only way to keep her alive, at least for now.

Just as Yuki was about to break the silence a large gust of wind swept through the room and there before her in a blanket of mist stood the bronze gates of hell with its many beautifully carved yet intimidating figures and its ever more frightening inscription: Abandon all hope, ye who enter here.

Yuki swallowed as the enormous doors opened and a black snake came slithering into the piano room and onto Francesco’s arm.

“Yuki meet my Familiar Mizuchi, Mizuchi this is-”

“I know who the girl is my lord no need to make a fuss,” The snake said elongating her S’s and looking at Yuki as if she wanted to eat her alive for touching her master.

“Now Mizuchi, be polite,” he said petting her head. “I’m sorry Yuki, she can be quite protective of me-”

“We have no time for this my lord, the high priests are gathered at the Inferno Court to discuss current affairs, you must come back before they notice where you have gone.”

“She’s right Francesco.” Though it took all of her strength to stand before him and say goodbye Yuki refused to cry. However, when he embraced her tightly in his arms and kissed her forehead she felt her resolve weakening as he opened the gates of hell and steeped into the mist, the doors closing firmly behind him with a bang that shook her core. She didn’t know how to end a cycle that had gone on for centuries, but for this moment she wanted to be with him, no matter the cost and she swore to herself she’d find a way.

This was my first try at Tumblr fanfic. I hope you enjoyed it 6v6 

You first met Siwon and Junmyeon when you were at the tender age of thirteen. You instantly had a huge crush with Siwon (you lowkey find Junmyeon cute too, they weirdly resemble each other). Who wouldn’t have a crush on any of them? They were, after all, part of the richest and most handsome boys in your school.

You were, however, just alright (at least in your mind). But you were the butt of every joke and mocking of the mean kids. You’re the new money type, you were teased a lot because you weren’t born into a rich family as they did.

Everything changed though when Siwon and Junmyeon stood up for you when the meanest kid in your class pushed you randomly because apparently, you were in her way even though you were just rummaging through your locker for the textbooks you will be needing for that day.

Siwon saw everything and he immediately grabbed her wrist and told her off, she scrambled to her feet afraid and confused why the popular kids are being nice to new money you. Junmyeon then helped you stand up as both of them asked you if you were alright. And you were, thanks to them.

As it turns out, their fathers, who co-CEO the biggest conglomerate in South Korea where your father works are the sole reason why you became Nouveau riche. Their fathers’ generosity didn’t stop with yours, the sons extended their helping hands to you as well.

Ever since that fateful day, you were suddenly respected overnight. Some students may have faked it, but you found good friends in their group.

Siwon was this sweet oppa — Your sweet oppa. He drives you to your dance and piano lessons when your parents are busy attending functions and parties. He buys you ice cream when you get upset and unsatisfied with your grades. And he kills bugs for you when a critter gets in your way. He’s silly too, makes all the funniest faces he can pull off just to make you laugh extra hard when you’re hanging out together.

Junmyeon was your study buddy and your seatmate (he’s miraculously in your class every year after you became close). Siwon was a few years older than both of you, while you and Junmyeon are in the same grade. He helps you focus when you’re suddenly distracted by the smallest of things. And when you’re not studying, he’s telling all the dad jokes he probably got from his own father and the three of you would laugh boisterously. So loud too, that mothers of whichever household you decided to hang out in would shush you so hard.

.

Siwon was the first one to collapse on your bed. He dramatically dropped, a loud thud and an –oof was heard from him. Your night out took a toll on the three of you, him especially since you and Junmyeon were younger than he is.

You called them up suddenly at nine in the evening last night. It was your Birthday eve and you guilt your way through them accepting your hasty invitation. Well, you don’t really have to do that much because they give in to whatever request or favor you ask of them anyway.

You don’t understand why they do what they do for you since they don’t always do the same to anyone not even for any of their previous girlfriends. You've seen a number of women leave their lives full of tears and eyes stained hatred only just for you.

You are young, you are beautiful and rich and you are a threat to them — all of them.

“That was really fun!”

You exclaim as you jump up on your bed, almost on top of Siwon. But he shoots a little bit over to the side to give you space. The three of you just got home (your apartment) from a wild night.

And by wild night meant dinner at your favorite steak restaurant in Gangnam. Drive around Seoul for hours, stop at a convenience store by the Han River to buy each of you two cans of cheap beer and some ice cream. Drive some more and then stop for some tteokbokki and soondae and then home. It was almost Three AM when you arrived at your pad. They decided to sleepover since their own houses were out of the way from where you guys ended up driving to.

“Yeah, let’s never do that again!”

Siwon said with fake enthusiasm. His head hits your pillows after he spoke. You lay your head on his hard chest and then he encircles his arms around your shoulders.

“But we end up doing it year after year anyway.”

Junmyeon lets out a slight laugh as you felt the bed dip and he crawls closer behind you.

“Especially on your birthday.”

Junmyeon adds, poking your back with his pointy finger before resting his forearm around your waist, you clasp your fingers with his when he did so. You can feel his hot breath slowly fanning the nape of your neck. He scoots closer to your body, him spooning you. His left arm up uses it as a pillow for his head since your pillows are all on Siwon’s side of the bed.

You started humming a melody all of a sudden, some song that played on your car radio that got stuck in your head for some reason.

You felt Siwon give the top of your head a chaste kiss when he felt you mindlessly trace shapes on his abs. You didn’t stop your actions even after you notice yourself doing so, it must be the alcohol in your system that’s giving you confidence.

You don’t do these kinds of things on normal days. Even if you still have a crush on both of them, you never act upon your feelings — ever.

Not even when they both have drunkenly confessed to finding you hot and sexy and actually wife material. Not even when you know you’re the reason why all the women they have ever dated leaves them. Not even when Junmyeon kissed you on New Year’s Day last year when you both were the only single people in that party and dismissed it as just a New Year’s kiss. Not even when Siwon suddenly lowkey getting mad when he saw you and Junmyeon eating each other’s faces on the same NY’s party and you know he was embittered (even though he was with his then girlfriend at that time, what the hell) but you didn’t disclose it with him or even Junmyeon.

“Oppa…”

You trail your words, deciding not to continue your sentence. But you still have the urge to tell him now even though it has been two years since that incident.

Siwon gave you a lazy hum as a response, rubbing your arm that he was holding in a soothing manner.

Junmyeon suddenly shifts behind you, you tighten your hold on his hand when you felt him about to let go. And he froze, even his breathing hitched with your action.

You wiggle your ass a bit, you know this is a dangerous property you’re trenching but you don’t care. And slowly, Junmyeon grew half hard with your alacrity.

Junmyeon whines your name silently, it was a very gentle squeak but you still heard it and he slightly pinched the skin of your hand he was holding but you still didn’t stop rubbing your ass on his crotch.

Siwon opened one of his eyes when the bed flits a bit and you suddenly hike up his shirt to touch and expose his hard abs. He saw your eyes were half-lidded, teeth biting your lower lip with hips swaying slowly and Junmyeon’s face struggling to keep a straight mask. But his nose was flaring and eyes almost closing as well.

“Mmm, what is this?”

You froze when you heard Siwon speak. You brave yourself to look at him and he was staring right at your face, his eyes dark and tongue pokes out to lick his lips while his eyes are dancing between your eyes and your mouth ardently.

“Are you giving Junmyeon a hard time?”

He jokes but his eyes glint with a humorless look, more of an inferno-like intensity radiates through them. It feels like your actual soul is on fire.

With his words, you stood up and position yourself on top of him. Your ass now grinding Siwon’s groin and he slams his head on your pillow harshly, you felt the puff of air on your knees from the force of his hit on the fabric.

You look to your left to see Junmyeon watching you with dark eyes as you ride his favorite hyung. You reach out and hook your pointer finger on his collar to pull him to your level and you crash your lips with him in an urgent kiss. His lips were soft and pillowy but your kiss was hard and demanding.

“Fuck—”

Siwon exclaims when he saw you making out with Junmyeon as you grind yourself on his clothed cock. He didn’t expect you to be this wild or loose enough to want a threesome. He hasn’t even seen or heard you talk about anything remotely dirty with your girlfriends, maybe you do when boys are not around, you probably do. He doesn’t know that. But right now he’s definitely green-eyed with envy, this is probably the second time Junmyeon has kissed your lips and he wanted a taste as well. And so he insistently pushes you up only to pin you back down on your own bed, you close your eyes and held your breath when you hit the softness of the duvet.

“Hyung~!”

Junmyeon whines cutely. The last thing you saw was him pouting like a petulant child before Siwon wham himself lip first on your own. You let out a high pitched whimper when your Oppa efficiently rub his already hard on in the middle of your spread legs, on top of your thinly clothed womanhood. Your tennis skirt already hiked up on your stomach, exposing you if not for him dry humping you.

“You like that, huh?”

Siwon quizzes when he finally lets go of your now swollen lips. When you only gave a hum as an answer, Siwon pauses. You whine when he breaks his movements, you look at him and he looks somewhat disappointed.

“Use your words, baby girl.”

He says in a monotone.

“Y–Yes… Daddy.”

The last part was accidental, you didn’t want to expose your kink almost too instantly. And he immediately smirks and taps Junmyeon on his chest.

“Myeon-ah, you heard that? She called me Daddy. You really called me Daddy huh, sweetheart?”

Junmyeon sticks out his tongue to wet his dry lips, he looks down at you with such lust and authority and you just wanted to surrender and let them both do whatever they pleased with your starting-to-weaken-with-desire body.

“What about me? What am I?”

Junmyeon challenges and you swallow the lump that’s already in your throat. But before you can answer, Siwon grabs you by your hair, another hand behind your back for support still careful not to hurt you in any way.

“He asked you a question and you should answer him.”

His words weren’t harsh, but still holds an edge to it and your legs shake and so does your core, quivering with furor and thrill of what’s about to come.

“Y–You… You are D–Daddy as well.”

You finally choke out a reply, ergo not straight but intelligible enough to understand and both Junmyeon and Siwon smiled satisfied with your answer.

“Of course you want two daddies. You’re not contented with just one, you have to have one more, don’t you?”

Junmyeon smirks.

“You filthy, dirty girl, come here.”

Siwon then sits back on your left side and Junmyeon follows on your right. Both men looking at you like you’re the last piece of meat on this earth, you can practically see invisible saliva dripping down the sides of their lips, like hungry predators stalking their prey.

Your breath hitches when Junmyeon suddenly pushes down your underwear and Siwon pulls up the garter of your skirt up to your underboobs.

“Look at you, you’re already soaked.”

Junmyeon lightly touches you and your wetness strings as he leisurely pulls up his fingers away from your dripping sex.

“Who made you like that?”

Siwon questions, beginning to rub his middle and ring finger on your hardened clit.

“You, Daddy Siwon.”

“And who else?”

Junmyeon counters, swiftly inserting two fingers inside of you.

You let out a scream. A scream from both surprise and ecstasy and eventually you start groaning when Junmyeon is fucking your pussy with his fingers with just the right speed.

“DADDY!!! J–Junm–yeon!”

Siwon lifts your shirt, tugs down your bra and his lips wrap around one of your extruded nipples and you instinctively lean on the touch of his hot mouth. His tongue draws out and then flicks your nipples one by one, letting out immodest sounds from his mouth. His teeth graze them next and you can’t help but shout out eagerly, enticing him to just do it once more.

“Eat her out while she sucks me?”

Junmyeon nods his head enthusiastically and swiftly positions himself below you. He rubs the insides of your thigh teasingly before lapping a straight line from the nethermost of your asshole, up to your clit with the tip of his tongue. Screaming at this point hurts your throat and the only thing you can do for now is writhe and jerk which is also an impossibility because of how strong his hold on your thighs.

“Don’t move too much, darling. If you obey, I might make you cum, do you understand?”

“Yes, please, Daddy Junmyeon! I’ll obey you and Daddy Siwon.”

Your answer was clear and steady, you swallowed the accumulated spit inside your mouth again, looking down at Junmyeon who smiled sweetly.

“Good girl.”

And then delves his face on your heat.

Siwon hovers above your chest, pulling his zipper, pants and eventually underwear down just enough to pull out his cock and it smacks you right on to the face. The both of you chuckle faintly before his face turns serious again, full of hunger for you only. He grabs the base of him and rubs his tip on your lips and you gladly open up your mouth for him, sticking out your tongue.

His eyes roll at the back of his head when you started bobbing your head, your hands holding on to his strong thighs for more traction.

“Fuck — Princess!

Siwon moans, one fist tight around your hair the other hand grabbing on to your headboard. Your scalp almost burning with how much he was pulling them as he now thrusts harder on your face. Tears are welling at the side of your eyes from suppressing your gagging as your Oppa’s cock keeps hitting the back of your throat.

You let him gag your mouth and focuses your attention back to the activity below you. Junmyeon Frenching your pussy like it was your actual lips. The sounds he was singing out as he gives your clit a few kitten licks before nibbling on them is making your skin crawl and tingle so, so good.

Letting go of one of Siwon’s thighs, you fisted Junmyeon’s hair as you feel yourself nearing the edge. You felt the vibration on your skin when he groaned so loud as you pull his hair and grind your hips to the rhythm of his movement.

Your concentration got disrupted when Siwon startlingly squeezes your jaws with his big hand and pulls his cock out of your mouth.

“I don’t want to cum like this, I wanna do it inside of you.”

He caresses your cheek, letting you breathe for a minute before pulling you up, forcing Junmyeon to stop his feast.

“Come here and sit on Oppa.”

Siwon grabs you by your waist, twirling you around to face Junmyeon before pulling you down to straddle his lap.

Junmyeon then unbuckles his belt to finally free the restraints of his jeans. But before he can completely pull down his pants with, a -come-hither- gesture, you motioned for him to come closer to you, in which he did. Junmyeon bends on his waist and you connect lips as you both met halfway. His chin was still damp of your juices and you love how you can taste yourself on his tongue.

Siwon rubs his cock to coat him with your wetness before pushing inside of you. He moans lewdly because you are so tight and so warm and everything he has ever imagined you of being. He has always been mindful not to make you uncomfortable in any way or situation, hiding his feelings because he thought you only see him as your Oppa. But look at the both of you now doing all the things he only dreamed about with the addition of Junmyeon.

Junmyeon stood up again and returns to removing his pants as you pause for a bit, adjusting to the stretch Siwon introduced. You kept eye contact with the man in front of you as he stroke himself to prepare him for your mouth.

“You’re so beautiful like that.”

Junmyeon sighs, admiring your position below him. As gratitude for his words, you take his cock with your left hand gave his tip a gentle kiss that makes him bit his lower lip hard. You then lick your right palm to smears your saliva on his tip, mixing in with his precum as you start to bounce on Siwon’s lap. Both men made noises that sounded pornographic and delicious in your ears. Without wasting any more time, you take Junmyeon full, laxing and curling your tongue around his girth so he can easily slide inside your mouth.

The three of you kept the harmony for a few more minutes, you and Siwon were the first to reach your climax with Junmyeon following just a bit after.

You swallowed Junmyeon’s mess after he pulls out, swiping your thumb on the side of your lips to lick what’s left of his cum. Siwon wraps his arms around your waist, pulling you down next to him to spoon you, with him still inside of you. You can hear and feel his breath relaxing on your skin and soft snores eventuate moments later, indicating sleep has finally found him.

Junmyeon cuddles right in after he cleaned himself. His right arm wrapped protectively around your shoulder, your head eased on his chest.

“What happens next?”

You sleepily murmur your worry, Junmyeon caressing your hair and gives your lips a tender kiss before responding.

“Shh, let’s talk about it tomorrow, okay?”

He consoled you.

“Promise?”

“I promise.”

“I love you both.”

You manage to whisper before slipping to a night of deep sleep.

“We love you too.”

.  .  .