Summary: How to tell your best friend you’re pregnant with his baby after a one night stand.
It was one night, but sometimes that’s all you need. It only takes one night for your life to change forever. Even though it seemed like the worse thing that could’ve happened to you buy your best friend turned it into something better.
You and Kyungsoo didn’t change after sleeping together. He was still your best friend, you just acted like it never happened. It was one night after all. One night to forget about any worries you had. And admittedly, it wasn’t bad, you wouldn’t mind doing it again. But you knew the more you did it the more the lines would blur.
As the weeks started to pass you couldn’t help but to think more and more about Kyungsoo and that night. But what was really bugging you was your period was now 2 weeks late. Your friendship survived sleeping together, but you don’t know if it could survive a baby.
You wanted to distance yourself from him, but Kyungsoo wouldn’t allow it. He was your best friend and worried about you. If you didn’t text him or call him he would call you. “What’s wrong? Are you avoiding me?”
You didn’t know for sure you were pregnant. But even if you were pregnant would you be able to tell him the truth. “I’m fine. I’m not avoiding you, I was just busy.” He believed you easy enough, but you didn’t like lying to him.
The day after that phone call you wasted no time in taking a pregnancy test. You needed to know the truth. You needed to know if you were pregnant with your best friend’s baby.
As you sat on the toilet waiting for the results your phone rang. Kyungsoo was calling you again. You weren’t ready to talk to him, but if you didn’t answer he was only going to come by your apartment. So you accepted the phone call. “Hey Kyungsoo. Did you need something?”
“Is it so wrong for me to want to talk to my best friend?” At that moment your results came back and you couldn’t help but to gasp. “Is everything okay?”
“Yeah. Yeah, everything is fine. Just saw something shocking is all. Um, I’ll talk to you later, alright?” You hung up quickly, not waiting long for a response.
You didn’t know what to do. You didn’t know how you were going to tell Kyungsoo you were pregnant with his baby. You did the only thing you could think of, avoid him.
Kyungsoo could tell you were avoiding him and he didn’t like it. Two months after you slept together you were starting to show. It wasn’t much but it was enough. So when Kyungsoo came by your apartment unannounced it was clear to him why you were avoiding him. “Kyungsoo! What are you doing here?”
“Are you pregnant?” You tried to cover your stomach but it was no use. “You are. Is it... Is it mine?” Kyungsoo stepped into your apartment, tears filling his eyes and your eyes.
“Of course it’s yours. I- I’m sorry.” You didn’t know what else to say. You were about to lose your best friend all because of a one night stand.
“Will you go out with me?” You looked at him, shocked. “I was going to ask you before that night but I never got the courage to. But I want you to know whether you say yes or no, I’ll stay and help take care of the baby. So what do you say?”
“You’re not going to leave?” Kyungsoo shook his head repeatedly. “Then yes.”
7:12 pm - your breath is staggering as you resist the urge to sob as hard as you can. you mind is scattered with scenarios on how this could turn out, yet the possibility of one of them being true is very likely, and that scares you.
you gain enough courage to look up, and you immediately regret it. you’re met with baekhyun’s glossy eyes staring back at you. you can’t stand seeing him like that, and the sob you were holding in spills out.
“please, baekhyun,” you plead at him, your voice coming out weaker than you hoped.
“I can’t- I have to… I don’t have any other choice,” baekhyun tells you, his own voice shaking as he expresses his words.
baekhyun turns away from you, taking steps towards the door.
“please don’t leave me.”
he stops in his tracks and turns around.
he looks at you, fresh tears slipping down his cheeks.
“you- you promised, baekhyun. you said you’d never leave,” you tell him, your voice getting stronger with every word. until it falls into a whisper, “why did you lie to me?”
“i’m sorry, y/n. I really am.”
he turns back around and walks to the door, faster this time.
without a glance back, he whispers, “i’m sorry,” and walks out through the door.
"Oh fuck!" Sehun cried out, his hands darting down to tangle in your hair as your tongue swirled around his tip yet again. Internally, you let out a small huff while glaring up at him. A whine forced its way past your boyfriend's lips as you pulled away, another escaping as you grabbed his wrists and forced his hands down to be pinned on either side of his head.
"C'mon baby boy, we talked about this. Keep your hands to yourself or I'll have to bring out the cuffs." You lightened up your hold on his wrists at the look that crossed his face.
"I'm sorry mommy, I'm really trying not to touch you- I promise I am!" You smiled down at him as his puppy dog eyes came into play, leaning down to press a light kiss to his pouty lips. Normally, you would have already brought out the cuffs, rope, or anything else you had in your toybox to restrain him, but he had been in a subby mood all day today which made him all the more sensitive. When he's in the mood to become your mindless baby boy in the bedroom he complains and complains about the bruises that inevitably end up around his wrists, almost bringing him to tears. While you didn't want to deal with that mess later, sometimes you just didn't have a choice.
"This is your last warning sweetheart." He violently nodded, gripping the sheets as hard as he could while you started to lower your mouth back down on his cock. The moan that ripped from his throat could be heard clear as day from your living room, where, unbeknownst to either of you, a friend had dropped by to return Sehun's phone charger he had accidentally left in the practice room.
Chanyeol had stopped in his tracks as the cry echoed through the house, his face slowly heating up as he realized what it was. He was conflicted. One half of his brain was telling him to sprint out the door and forget this had ever happened while the other half was suddenly reminding how attractive his younger bandmates's girlfriend was. The poor boy hadn't even realized he had climbed the stairs until he was suddenly standing outside your bedroom door, hand outstretched for the doorknob in front of him.
His hands were shaking as the nerves almost swallowed him whole. What was he doing?! Chanyeol took a small step back, cradling his hand to his chest as he shook his head. Just as his back turned to the door, however, another loud moan ripped through the air. He spun back around, telling himself over and over that a small peek wouldn't hurt. The door opened just a crack, letting the perverted boy's eye scan the small room. His breath hitched in his throat as he took in the scene before him.
Sehun's back was arched off the bed as his fingernails dug into the pillow beneath his thrashing head, trying his damndest to keep his hands from reaching for you. Chanyeol saw your head between your boyfriend's thighs and assumed you were sucking him off, but upon closer inspection realized that you had traveled lower to trace your tongue around the younger's entrance. A low groan vibrated through Sehun's chest as he bit his lip, head tilting in a way that gave Chanyeol a full view of his pleasure filled expression.
The sight was almost too much to bear as Chanyeol's bulge strained against the fabric of his pants. His trembling hand shyly rubbed at the area between his legs, hoping to find some relief as the other flew up to his mouth to block his lewd sounds. It didn't take long before he decided it wasn't enough, instead unbuttoning his pants to grab ahold of his fully erect cock and pump it at a rather quick pace.
Sehun's eyes slowly fluttered open, his vision still a little blurry with pleasure as he turned his head to nuzzle his cheek into the pillow. Through his pleasure haze, however, he saw a crack in the door. Hadn't you closed it after you pushed him to the bed? It was hard for his mind to fully comprehend what was happening until his eyes had locked onto the pair that he recognized instantly. His face flushed red as he squeezed his eyes shut.
"M-mommy!" He whined, his thighs unintentionally crushing your head in between them. The action made you look up to his face with a grunt before following his gaze to the door. You smirked as your eyes locked with a pair of dark brown ones.
"Oh?" Chanyeol froze up as he realized he had been spotted, the dark look in your eyes making a violent shiver shoot down his spine. He hurriedly pulled up his pants as you made a beckoning movement with your hand, clumsily entering the room. "Well what do we have here? I didn't realize your friend was such a little pervert, baby." You chuckled, glancing over to Sehun to make sure he was okay with this.
Sure enough as you gave your boyfriend a once-over you could see his cock twitch against his stomach. The both of you had talked about a situation like this before, having someone else join you in the bedroom that is, but now that it was finally happening you realized it was much more exhilarating than you could have ever imagined. Chanyeol, on the other hand, was much too busy thinking about every worst case scenario as his eyes burned holes into the floor. Surely you would never want to talk to him again, and Sehun would be too grossed out by him to ever hang out the way they used to. What if you told everyone else what happened, just to warn everyone about the disgusting pervert they'd been unknowingly spending time with? What if-
"Chanyeol!" The boy's head snapped up, the confused puppy dog eyes he was giving you made you forgive him right away. "Did you hear what I said?" He slowly shook his head. You had turned to face him by now, gesturing for him to come even closer from your place on the bed. He hesitantly stepped forward, hands clenched into fists between his legs in a poor attempt to cover up his hard-on.
"I asked if you'd like to join us. There's a little lesson I need to teach Sehun that he just can't seem to learn, so a little help would be very much appreciated." You said, seduction dripping in your voice as you ran your fingers along his inner thigh once he had sat down next to you. His breath hitched in his throat, a fire burning in his lower abdomen from your touches as well as the whimper that came from the boy behind him. He slowly nodded his head, mind already foggy from your words as he looked up at you with the prettiest puppy dog eyes you had ever seen.
"Alright, how about you go ahead and take off your clothes, then you can go and sit behind Sehun. Is that alright with you sweetheart?" All he could do was dumbly nod his head again, your sweet voice and gentle touches the only thing he could seem to focus on. "Use your words."
"Y-yes mommy, I can do that."
"Alright then darling, go ahead." The words had barely left your mouth before he shot to his feet and began sloppily tugging off his clothes. Jeez, you'd barely done anything and the sweet boy was putty in your hands. You couldn't help the wicked smirk that crossed your face.
Your eyes go to the TV then to the phone in your hand and back to the TV and it keeps repeating several times. Unconsciously you bit your lower lip, hiding the strange feeling that has been surrounding your heart lately. You should be smiling, holding a lightstick in your hand, with a banner containing a photo of an idol who is also your boyfriend. You're always like that every time you watch a concert, even though you can't watch it live for the sake of your privacy and security. But now you're even holding back from shedding tears. What is wrong?
You just missed him so much, you guess. This isn't the first time he's left you because of his super busy schedule, nor is it the first time you've been left alone in your favorite month. Hey, it's February. The most important month for you in every year. And your boyfriend has been gone since the end of last month which means he missed your birthday earlier this month. Even though he has apologized many times via video calls and even asked his agency to send a special gift for you, and you also understand that because this is all due to work, you still hope that he will come home before Valentine.
You already imagined spending all day in his arms. Cuddling while watching netflix, asking him to have a private concert just for you, or making his favorite strawberry cake. You've already imagined how he will hug you while uttering flirtatious words as soon as you buy him a kilogram of strawberries. And don't forget your red face every time he calls you his strawberry, just because it's his favorite fruit and you're his favorite person.
And hopefully, what you imagine will actually happen.
Exploration's last concert was over, which meant he would be home soon. You can't hide your fun and send him a message right away. To congratulate him as well as send dozens of heart emoticons that describe how much you miss his presence.
Hi famous boyfriend
How are you? Are you tired? Because I'm tired of missing you.
Aww... since when did my baby learn to flirt with people?
Since you weren't around to tease me :(
Are you coming home soon?
As soon as we finished our fanmeet with Eris
I am one of the Eris, and I want to meet you.
I know baby, just wait a little longer and you'll have me an entire day.
You didn't reply to his last message. You knew this was going to happen but you still got annoyed, a little. You fully understand the fact that he is an idol who has many fans, and you also know how hard it is to love someone who is loved by many.
You ruffled your hair, annoyed with yourself. You've been acting really selfish lately and you're aware of it. Even your boyfriend has to make video calls repeatedly while apologizing. Imagining his tired face every time you video call makes you feel so guilty. Until suddenly the ringing of your phone brings you back to reality. Your boyfriend's name appears on the screen and asks for permission to make a video call. You smiled a little, then glanced at the mirror in the corner of the room and slightly tidied your messy hair before quickly answering the phone.
“Is my baby upset?” He asked you with his mischievous smile.
You couldn't make the slightest sound and chose to shook your head slowly. Ah, that tired face again. The face you hate the most, a tired expression mixed with worry. You hate him so much, especially once you realize that you are the reason for his worries.
You closed your eyes, took a deep breath before finally saying,
And the tears ran down your cheeks as soon as the words came out.
He was quite surprised by your sudden crying state, then he tried his best to lighten your mood, "Hey, hey, hey, don't cry. Please don't cry. Do you miss me that much?"
You wiped your tears with your sleeve, then nodded quickly. Make him chuckle with your response.
"Aw, I miss you too. and I promise that I'll be home before Valentine's Day. I Miss your strawberry shortcake. And I miss you especially."
You smiled widely, feeling warm as if half the burden of your life had just disappeared. "You better keep your word! Or I won't buy you a single strawberry."
You said excitedly, before you finally realized the selfishness in your sentence. "Eh, if you're tired, you don't have to hurry home. You can take a rest there."
He put on the most reassuring smile you'll ever see while he was gone, "You are my rest, love." And his smile looks even more amazing as you are the reason he smiles.
Cold night, on Valentine's Day.
It sucks that no one could give you a warm hug. Not even your boyfriend. You don't even know where he is now. You're sitting alone on the balcony of your sharing apartment. With a strawberry cake that you specially made to surprise him when he came, but he didn't come.
You don't cry, like what happened on your birthday 12 days ago, you're also not upset like the last time you had a video call and he promised to come home right on Valentine's Day. You are just silent, enjoying the cold night air while looking up at the sky. The laptop beside you plays a special playlist that you fill with Baekhyun's songs. As if adjusting your situation, her beautiful voice in the song 'stars' accompanies you who are admiring the collection of stars scattered in the sky.
My mind is empty when we can't meet
I go back into my memory playback
I can't count how many times I have thought back to those days...
You closed your eyes, trying to appreciate his voice, imagining that he was really beside you.
Hey, we'll meet again If you are happy (one more time),
Let me take the wheel tonight...
You flinched as soon as you felt a pair of arms wrap around you. You take a deep breath as soon as you smell your favorite scent, the scent you've been missing for the past two weeks. The roar of his warm breath touched the skin of your neck, making your body shiver instantly.
When you want to cry, when you want to smile.
Don't just embrace yourself alone alright just stretch out your arm in front of you, I won't let you go...
Baekhyun's voice, which is right next to your ear, sounds so perfect with the sound of music from your laptop. You blinked a few times, making sure this wasn't a dream. He who noticed your action chuckled while kissing your back shoulder. "If I'm right, well, this isn't a dream. Happy Valentine my stars."
A/N: I was thinking about the clips of Kyungsoo singing the song “Beautiful” with Crush at Park Shin Hye’s wedding that I’ve been seeing floating around Tumblr, as I was working on this. His voice wrecks me……<3
*Please note: I do not own the images above. Credit is given to the original owner(s)*
Tagging: @suzyqgoestothemoon as promised.
Part 1 Part 2
“Well, well, well, look who’s here,” Chanyeol teases, that knowing smile you’ve come to hate appearing the moment he spots you walking through the door.
“Minseok, did you think we’d see Y/N today?”, he continues.
Minseok’s head appears from behind the massive Italian espresso machine, his expression mirroring Chanyeol’s.
“Nope, it’s as much of a surprise to you as it is to me,” the shorter man replies, sarcasm dripping from his voice like ice cream from a cone on a hot day.
“Ha ha ha, very funny, you guys,” you retort. “Let’s get one thing straight, okay. I come here for the delicious baked goods and the delicious baked goods only,” you say, lying through your teeth while attempting to say this last part with a straight face. You can tell that neither of the men in front of you believe a word of what you’re saying by the side-eye glances they give each other.
“Yeah, sure, whatever you say, Y/N”, Minseok winks before turning back to his precious machine to start making the chai tea latte that’s become your usual.
You shoot him a playful glare. “I don’t know how the two of you find time to do your jobs when you spend so much time gossiping like two old ladies at the hair salon.”
In the months that you’ve been coming to the Frosted Penguin, you’ve grown to have something of a playful friendship with Minseok and Chanyeol. Despite being self-described as “playing the field” and “not interested in relationships”, the two seem to have a more-than-casual interest in your relationship with Kyungsoo, or lack thereof. Between the knowing looks and pointed comments, it’s obvious that the two are clearly very entertained by the gentle flirtations flying between you and Kyungsoo over the last several weeks.
“Y/N, you’re here.” Kyungsoo pokes his head through the kitchen door, a piping bag in hand. “Wait just a second, I’ve got something in the back I want you to try.” Kyungsoo gives you a bashful smile before disappearing back into the kitchen.
You feel two pairs of eyes on you.
“Say nothing. Absolutely nothing. No comments needed, thank you, “ you command as you turn back to Minseok and Chanyeol.
“Who? Us? We wouldn’t dare.” Minseok pushes off the counter and places a large mug of steaming chai tea latte in front of you. On top, you notice the milk foam has been artfully arranged into a heart design with an arrow going through it. “It’s on the house today, my lovely. I’m feeling generous with all the love in the air,” he says, clutching his chest and dramatically batting his eyelashes.
“Thanks”. With a huff, you pick up your mug and grab a seat at your usual table by the window. Your attention is caught by a young couple walking by the bakery. They hold hands as they meander down the street, taking in the sights. As the young woman pauses to look through the cafe window, the man with her takes the opportunity to tuck her hair behind her ear and bring the hand he’s holding up for a kiss. She smiles up at him and cups his cheek with her free hand. You smile warmly at the display of affection, hoping that one day you too can have someone to share those small moments with. Gentle touches, sweet kisses, tender embraces, and whispered words of love. These days, you can’t help yourself from imagining forehead kisses from heart-shaped lips, long fingers sifting through your hair, and soulful brown eyes pulling you in like a magnet.
Movement in your periphery takes your attention away from the couple and your own romantic desires. You turn to see Kyungsoo standing a few feet from your table, trained on the young couple as they enter the shop, getting in line to order. You aren’t sure how long he’s been standing there, but you wonder if he too has witnessed the tender scene outside the window. Did he long in the way that you longed? Did he imagine you as you imagined him? Did he want you in the same way that you wanted him?
These silent questions remain unanswered, as Kyungsoo clears his throat. Kyungsoo has jettisoned his apron to reveal a light blue button-up shirt, the top three buttons undone to reveal a plain white T-shirt. Dark wash blue jeans cling to his lower body, highlighting his backside in a way you can definitely appreciate. His soft, back hair is combed straight and his dark-rimmed glasses shine like a newly-polished penny. He looks good. Too good to have emerged from clouds of flour and sugar with clothing that’s relatively unscathed.
Kyungsoo moves to sit across from you, both hands resting behind his back, keeping whatever he’s holding from your line of sight.
“Close your eyes”.
You shoot him a skeptical look.
“Come on, Y/N”, close your eyes”, he laughs. “I want this one to be a surprise.
Smiling to yourself, you close your eyes. The loss of sight brings your other senses to the forefront. You hear a plate being set on the table and the sound of cutlery clanging on the side of a dish. You feel the sensation of a spoon being held against your lips, begging for entry. You open your mouth and the spoon is gently pushed inside. The taste of vanilla bean hits your tongue as you chew the light and airy bite. You notice a subtle egg flavor that enhances the taste of the vanilla bean. You let out a small moan of appreciation.
A soufflé. The most perfect soufflé you’ve ever tasted, if you were honest.
“What do you taste, Y/N?”, Kyungsoo queries, testing your baking knowledge.
Unluckily for him, you knew a soufflé when you tasted one, all thanks to your many failed attempts trying to bake them at home.
“Vanilla bean soufflé!” you guess with a smile.
“Ding, ding, ding, you are correct!” Kyungsoo narrates, using a game show announcer voice. “Your prize today…..another bite of soufflé!”
You open your eyes to see that Kyungsoo has moved to sit beside you now, no longer a table-distance away. Kyungsoo dips the spoon into the ramekin once again and brings the spoon towards your mouth a second time. You open your mouth, your lips forming around the spoon as you take what Kyungsoo offers. Kyungsoo takes the spoon away from your mouth, but his eyes continue to watch your lips as you chew and swallow. Kyungsoo notices your scrutiny and quickly looks away, knowing he’s been caught.
Diverting the extra attention away from himself, Kyungsoo artfully slides the rest of the soufflé towards you. Resting on the plate is a small white ramekin. Inside, a soft, fluffy, custard-like soufflé with a high, golden-brown top, covered with powdered sugar and decorated with three red raspberries placed in the shape of a heart.
“It’s beautiful, Kyungsoo. Absolutely perfect.”
“I know. Much better than the cheese one that you brought in last week,” he teases with a smirk.
“Kyungsoo, you wound me!”, you pout, pretending to be dramatically affronted. “It wasn’t that bad”, you add quietly.
“No, it wasn’t, it was just slightly over-baked AND you need to stabilize your egg whites.”
“I’d feel a lot better if you’d tell me your secret”, you say, batting your eyelashes in an attempt to be coy.
Kyungsoo strokes his chin, pretending to be lost in thought. “Lucky for you, I am in a very benevolent mood today and I might be willing to help those less fortunate.” He grins as you shoot him a withering look.
“Oh great master, when will you bestoweth upon me your wisdom?”, you retort.
All jokes aside, you’re to bake with Kyungsoo, not only because you’ll get to spend more time with him, but also because the man had a magic touch when it came to baking, and those soufflés were starting to get on your nerves.
“Tomorrow at six? After the cafe closes?” Kyungsoo replies, suddenly serious.
“Perfect. It’s a date!” you reply without thinking.
Kyungsoo freezes, his eyes finding yours, as though to clarify your meaning.
“I mean–not a date date, just a–”
Kyungsoo cuts you off before you can finish your babbling.
“A date date”, he emphasizes.
Your eyes meet his and you nod your head shyly. “A date date”, you whisper.
Before Kyungsoo has a chance to respond, a voice behind you exclaims, “Ooooooooo a date date, Minseok, Kyungsoo and Y/N are going to have a date date tomorrow. How cute.”
You turn around in your chair to see Chanyeol “sweeping” the already-immaculate floor and Minseok behind the counter, “wiping” the already-spotless counter-top.
You roll your eyes. Way to ruin the moment, guys, you think. Those two really have an annoying knack for showing up at the worst possible moments. Before you can even think of a passable comeback, Kyungsoo has risen from his chair and walked over to grab the taller man by the ear.
“Ow, ow, ow, ow, ow”, Chanyeol whines as Kyungsoo drags him by the ear back around the counter and towards the kitchen door, motioning for Minseok to follow them.
Before disappearing around the corner, Kyungsoo looks back at you.
“See you tomorrow, Y/N. These two will unfortunately be indisposed and unable to join us.” A wicked gleam enters his eye as the three men disappear around the corner.
You feel bad for Chanyeol and Minseok on some level, knowing the scolding they’re in for. But at the same time, you also don’t feel bad at all, with how nosy they’ve been lately.
You chuckle to yourself as you glance at your watch, knowing it’s time for you to get going to your voice lesson. As you head out the door, you pinch yourself just to make sure that you aren’t dreaming.
A date date with Kyungsoo. Your heart flutters in your chest and you aren’t sure if you’ll be able to sleep at all tonight.
End of Part 3
Look out for Part 4!
Thank you for reading, All You Knead is Love, Part 3! I hope you’ve enjoyed the series so far. I’m thinking Part 4 will be the last. If you’ve liked what you’ve read, give a like, post a comment, or re-blog for others to find. It’s so helpful to get feedback as a new writer. I appreciate you all! <3
P.S. Here’s the recipe I found on the internet for vanilla bean souffés that inspired me this chapter: https://www.cuisineathome.com/recipes/desserts/vanilla-bean-souffles/
The first story of 2022 will be Hyungwons birthday drabble. This will be posted sometime between 7:00-9:00 P.M. EST. (Publishing date is 21/01/22)
The rest of this month will see the releases of the following stories: "Cherry Lip Gloss re-write", Chapter two for "Hate You", Part five for "Public Adventures", Changkyun's birthday special around the 26th, and any reactions that have been asked!
Heading into February will be what I call smut month. Throughout the month I'll be posting smuts. Requests are open for any Valentine's Day specials if anyone wants them. The stories that will release in February will go as followed: "Got me in chains", "Ways of Relaxing", "Who, Her? Never", "A Warm Bath", "What's Mine", "Focus", and "Seven Months". Possibly one or two surprise smuts. If there's any time there will be updates for Hate You, Coffee Shops, and Public Adventures.
March will be tamer and will have fluff stories throughout the month. I'll be focusing on both "100 Ways to Say, "I Love You" and a mini three-part series for Changkyun.
April is going to be following the same suit with less posts like March.
April I'll be focusing on my longshots. These stories are going to be ranging from 3k to 9k give or take. While I work on these stories, updates might be falling to weekly for this month. The stories that will release in April will go as followed: "Six Fairs and a Toddler", "What If You Said Yes Twice?", "Welcome to America", "Ten Things I Hate About You", and "Hate You".
In May I'll be working on my series. Hate You and Coffee Shops will see better story progression and Public Adventures should be wrapping up around this time. Near the end of May when I have a good resting spot for both major series, I'll be posting a preview for a new series that will come to light in June.
In June chapter one for my new series will see the light of day. This new series is going to be a Yoo Kihyun x Fem!Reader college AU. More details will come soon! Once the first chapter is up I’ll work on writing my odds and ends. (These are mostly stories that are ready for 2022 and haven’t been mentioned writing in the last few).
Finally wrapping up in July I'll be taking this month to work on any missing works I might have missed. This includes any posted requests! The statement in bold applies to July as well.
In August I'll be taking that month off. While these next few months might be packed and swamped, please bear with me for my oftentimes busy schedule. As always if something does come up, I'll post an update and the stories will simply be pushed back. All stores mentioned here will see the light of day in the order I’ve mentioned.
During this time requests will be open, but they will only get attended to once my break is over or I'm done!
My masterlist is here
My 2022 story plans are here if you’re curious as to what will be seen for the year.
I’ll be crossing off the stories that are published! Check out my masterlist if you’re searching for one that’s crossed out.
(I’m not crying already. Please I’m manifesting 24/7 motivation. I wanna make you guys proud!)
he’d just finished his military training and was now officially a social services worker. after three tough, grueling weeks of boot camp, your junmyeon was finally ready to work through his duty for twenty-one months.
you loved seeing him in his training clothes after he came back from long days. the shorts did a good job showing his goods, clearly not leaving anything up to the imagination. often you loved to tease him as he cooked dinner; reaching underneath the gray shirt or inside his pants. he loved a combination of the two. a combination where you’d play with his cock while tracing the indentations of his abs.
the night before his last day, you decided to reward him a little early. telling him to keep the uniform on, you began to kiss down his back, palming his growing bulge through his shorts. he moaned, needy and desperate for your touch. being his good little girl, you reached inside, stroking him to fullness. his moans filled your kitchen as you worked him until he was cumming all over your fingers.
Okay imagine lying down on the sofa in the studio room that belonged to your multi-talented producer of a lover as he drowned himself in work.
The room was dark and the only source of lights were coming from the monitor and the little glow in the dark stars on the ceiling that you had decorated with him before.
As you scrolled through the lock screen of your phone, you couldn't help but make a sound. Groaning inwardly at how people were looking for you regarding school or work when you wanted some peace of mind.
They could have bothered you during the day but no, everyone chose to find you when it's dark outside. Your grip tightened around the phone as you contemplated on throwing it to the wall. Fully aware that you don't have the money or an extra phone if you did throw it. But the urge to do it was stronger than ever.
Your hand was next to your ear, ready to throw it any time when you heard his low hums. He was clicking and typing away, unaware of your inner turmoil with your life.
You stared at the back of his head for a good second before looking up to the stars. Something popped in your head as you furiously replied to all the people that had been trying to reach you for hours.
"Ahhh finally." You placed the phone down and stretched yourself like a cat would as a delighted smile formed on your face.
At that, he turned and walked over to you with a questioning look. Crouching down near your face, he stared at you openly which made you shy.
"Did something good happen?" After hours of being there, he finally bothered himself to come and check up on you.
You nodded and bit a smile down thinking about the reply you had forwarded to everyone. He had an amused look on and bopped your nose.
"What is it, baby? Don't make me guess. I heard you mumbling to yourself too." He pouted slightly and you had to fight the urge to kiss him that moment.
"Everyone's looking for me but I told them I went stargazing and that I won't be back soon."
He observed as your eyes glanced upwards before looking back at him with an embarrassed smile.
"Tell them that every time you don't feel like it, okay? You have all the right to do so."
He pecked your forehead and patted your head after. You felt so much love from such simple gestures that it made your heart swell in a good way. His actions made you not want to leave the star filled room at all.
"You did well, baby. Now get some rest and don't pick up your phone. Just sleep."
He took out the fleece blanket he has kept in the studio and draped it over you, making sure you're tucked in and comfortable. You watched in silence as he fussed over you before returning back to his desk.
He was your star that you’ll gaze at and stay by for as long as you live.
inspired after his last huya appearance and him being super soft and cute
Your thoughts were interrupted, when you heard the lock on your front door. Looking at the clock again to make sure, you were surprised to see Sehun walk into the living room. ‚I thought you would work for a few more hours?‘, you asked him. Sehun didn’t say a word, he just walked over to the couch and lay down next to you, almost crushing you in the process. All he wanted was to be close to you and feel your arms around him. Sehun buried his face in your neck and you let out a small chuckle. ‚Exhausting day?‘ Sehun just nodded, tickling your neck with his slight stubble. You had wrapped your arms around him and pulled him on top of you, so he could feel closer to you. You moved your hand to the back of his neck and started running your hand through his hair. You could feel him humming more than hearing it. ‚I missed you‘, Sehun mumbled against your neck. ‚Do you want to go to bed and we can cuddle more there?‘
Instead of an answer, Sehun got up and pulled you off the couch with him. He was hugging you from behind, having his jaw tugged into the crook of your neck. It made for a slow walk into the bedroom, but Sehun didn’t want to let you go for even a minute. That was until you got ready for bed, but Sehun made you speed through the process because he couldn’t wait to hold you in his arms anymore. ‚Please, baby, can we just go to bed?‘ You looked at him with a small smile on your face and instead of saying anything, just held out your hand for him to hold onto on the way to your bed.
You both got comfortable, your back pressed to his chest and Sehun had his arms wrapped around your waist, holding you close to his body. Your legs tangled together and you were content. You couldn’t help letting out a deep, satisfied hum and you could hear Sehun chuckle into your neck. ‚Missed me too?‘ Sehun sounded happy. ‚You don’t even know how much.‘ Lying there, you both were content with being close to the person you loved the most in the world. No matter how stressful a day would be, as long as it ended with you both clinging to each other, everything was going to be alright. With a smile on your face, you slowly drifted into sleep, knowing the next day would start better than today, as you would be waking up in Sehun’s arms.
A/N: Okay, so this is the FINAL chapter, and i hope you guys had enjoyed at least a little bit of the history!
Two days. That was the number of days — or almost — that Park Eui had no contact with Junmyeon. She still hadn't told almost anyone that she agreed to go out with him, but she started to regret it when she arrived at the office on Friday, and Taeyong didn't seem to know anything. She knew, of course, that the two of them were talking, and that in reality, he might know something, but she didn't want to ask anything.
The only person she actually told about: Do Kyungsoo. The young man became not only a faithful companion at breakfast and lunch but also a constant visitor at his work desk since according to him his supervisor was not there and he could not bear to be in the presence of "that giant idiot" who was his colleague. Eui didn't care, in fact, he took the opportunity to talk about his situation. The boy understood, and was also shocked by the situation, but advised her to just relax.
"Don't be so worried, he must just be planning something for you..."
The girl wanted to believe it, but when she woke up Saturday morning at 10:00 a.m. and had no text or call from the guy, she began to feel restless. She didn't know what to do anymore, and telling her friends was now out of the question, she knew that telling her small group of friends that she had agreed to go out with the extremely handsome and elegant guy they had insisted she really should do. , would result in thousands of questions and jokes about the end of his singleness.
After organizing her couple, catching up on her subjects, as well as marathoning several movies, Eui was already giving up on any communication Junmyeon could do. The brunette got up, grabbed her ice cream spot, and was ready for the deep, depressing "Sex and the City" marathon when someone rings her doorbell. The girl didn't have so much hope anymore, but she couldn't control her heart from beating a little faster. Upon opening the door, all she found was a white box with a red bow. The brunette looked at it, unsure whether to open it or not. The side of her that watched many movies and series told her that there might be something dangerous in there (a... bomb... who knows) but her curiosity got the better of her, and without wasting any more time, she took the box and took it to your living room.
Carefully undoing the red bow, she finds tissue paper covering something, and on top of it a note. On her front was a simple handwritten "Junmyeon", and that alone made her heart flutter faster. Sitting up properly, Park Eui opens the paper to find the following handwritten words:
"I look forward to seeing you on this beautiful night, I hope you like what I have prepared for both of us. Please accept my gifts, and be ready by 9 pm."
Quickly the brunette gets rid of the tissue papers and finds a simple black dress, but it seemed to have been chosen by her. On top of that, a red velvet box was attached, when opening it, she found a golden necklace with a small red stone, as well as earrings and a ring.
Looking at the clock, Eui realized that she had just the right time to shower and get dressed if she wanted to be ready on time, and so she did.
The dress covered her perfectly, not too tight, not too loose, not too short, and not too long. Perfect. The jewels matched perfectly, and once again she was delighted with all of Junmyeon's affection and perception.
As soon as his clock struck 9 pm, his phone rang, with an unknown number answering Junmyeon's voice rang in his ear.
"I'm here." his voice was decisive, and it caught Eui off guard for a few seconds. "Hi?" It was all she managed to say, and the boy laughed lightly at that "I'm in front of your house, you can come..."
And even stunned by the sudden allocation, Eui grabbed her things and headed out of the house.
Kim Junmyeon was leaning against his beautiful and elegant car, dressed all in black, with his hair parted to the side, and the necklace he wore shimmered through the light. I lost my breath.
"Hi," she says shyly as she approaches him. The boy opens a huge smile when he sees her, and greets her in the same way. "Did you do all this?"
"That" was nothing... shall we?" the brunette opens the car door for the woman who gets into the vehicle.
The drive to the place wasn't as silent and awkward as Eui thought it would be. They chatted lightly about how their day was (and she clearly left out the part where she was anxious about the night they would have) while listening to the low music playing on the radio.
When the car stopped, Eui saw a not-so-large house with lights illuminating it outside. When he got out of the car, the brunette made a point of opening the door for the girl.
"I wanted to do something special, and that was your height, but I didn't want to scare you with any expensive restaurant...so I hope you like it." the boy says as they stop at the door. Not knowing what to expect, and afraid of her own reaction, Eui just nods. Junmyeon smiles weakly before opening the door.
The interior of the house was simple, and it was filled with different candles that lit the house, along with low light. In the middle of the room, a table with two seats, set up with plates, glasses, and two more candles, on the floor red petals were scattered all over the corner.
Seeing that, Park Eui felt her face heat up and she couldn't hide her surprise, and the happiness she felt at the sight. Beside her, Junmyeon admired her features...the way the candles made her skin feel even smoother to the touch, her eyes sparkled and her cheeks flushed. Her heart raced like it hadn't in a long time.
The brunette guided her into the house and pulled out the chair for her to sit down.
"Did you do all this… alone?" the brunette says still surprised. The brunette smiles and confirms.
"Yes, this is a house I come to when I want to be alone, so I decided it would be fair to bring you here and cook for us to eat."
"You cooked?" the girl's neck had never turned so quickly, as it did at this moment.
"Don't worry, there's nothing poisoned..."
The brunette makes her sit down as they quickly serve them with their food. The smell alone made the girl's stomach turn, and she was extremely curious to taste the boy's food. As soon as he put the first portion in his mouth, he couldn't hide his satisfaction at the taste, which drew a soft laugh from Junmyeon.
"So I guess we need to get to know each other a little more, right?" he asks, and Eui nods with her head still traveling through the flavors of the food. "Where do you want to start?"
"I don't know...tell me about your family."
The two then amended one issue after another. They talked about things they like, things they don't like; of serious things and banal things; told stories, and created their first inside jokes.
In the few encounters she had, Eui never felt as light as she was with Junmyeon. With every passing moment, he was showing himself to be an incredible man, and he seemed to genuinely care about her, not just try to take her to bed.
When they finished dinner, Junmyeon took her to the backyard of the house, where they could have a view of the clear and bright sky while they talked and finished drinking. As they talked, the boy couldn't help but notice how not only the jewels glowed under the lights, but his skin as well. The girl seemed like his perfect jewel. But he also noticed a shiver under his body.
"Cold? Here, use this..." he says taking off his overcoat and putting it over her shoulders.
"You know, I was wondering how such a smart man who planned the night in small detail didn't think I would feel cold..."
"Or I really imagined it would happen z but I liked the idea of lending you my coat..." Kim replies making her smile as he helps her into the garment.
The two were having so much fun that they didn't see the time pass, but when they realized it was late at night (or too early), Junmyeon decided that he should take her back to his house.
"Sorry but I have to ask" the girl pronounces as they are on their way back "how did you get my address and phone number?"
"I was wondering when you were going to investigate me..." Junmyeon smiles, and the girl ends up imitating his gesture. Sighing, he answers: "I asked Taeyong for his phone number, he didn't understand much, but after explaining, he gave in, and his address... I went to his friend's restaurant, and the blonde with long and tall hair was more than happy to help me..."
"Wait! Johnny?" the girl was shocked. So did he know? And didn't say anything? Why? After all, which side is he on? "when it was that?"
"Last night," Kim replies with a shrug. Eui's mouth opens in shock, and the brunette looks away from the street for a few seconds, so he can see the expression on the girl's face.
"Did he know since yesterday? What do you mean?!"
"Well, I dropped you off at home and went straight to the restaurant and talked to him, and hey...he was very happy to help me" he replies, making the girl laugh in disbelief and whisper "of course I do"
"So the model of the dress, and the jewelry, went with it too?" she asks, and the boy quickly looks at her once more.
"You do not remember?" I shook my head before remembering that he couldn't see it, so he just denied it "when we were in that store, I saw that you were admiring this dress, so when you weren't looking, I asked them to separate them into every size they had, just in case, and so I went back there and bought it."
"And the jewelry?" she insists.
"I just thought they were perfect for you. And as you can see, I'm not wrong."
After that, the path was silent. Eui was shocked that her friend knew everything, and didn't say anything, and was also shocked by Junmyeon. Everything he's prepared, the amazing night he's planned, and even the dress and jewelry...
"Ready" Junmyeon says before getting out of the car and opening the door for Eui. Both are face to face looking at each other, butterflies in the stomach and throbbing hearts making their heads buzz. She should come in, right? And he should go back to his house, right? But because neither of them wanted to do that.
"Thanks for tonight, I had a great time." the girl says, her cheeks flush again. She doesn't know why her voice is lower.
"Park Eui, I know it might not be the right time, but I can't leave without doing this..."
As he spoke, Junmyeon brought his body closer to the girls. One of his hands went to the girl's face, tucking a strand of her hair behind her ear, taking the opportunity to hold her face. His thumb stroked the skin of the girl's face lightly. Junmyeon used his other hand to hold it close to him. Unlike what he imagined, Eui approached of his own volition and brought his hands to the back of the boy's neck.
Without much ado, they pressed their lips together, and the inevitable kiss happened. His lips moved in sync, the desire implicit there, on both sides. Usually, Eui didn't kiss on the first date, much less the way she was doing it, giving herself body and soul to the guy. The two would like more contact, but they needed to breathe.
"Junmyeon-ssi, do you want to come in?" the brunette asks, trying to show her intentions, and the boy notices, smiling and agreeing. As they turn to enter the house, Eui says louder "Good night Johnny!"
I knew that upon meeting the blond friend the other day, he would ask about what happened when they entered. But she would never tell him how they spent the rest of the night entwined on the couch kissing, breathing fast and ragged, feeling desire well up between them. She would never tell him how she felt wanted after a long time, and how she wanted someone after a long time. And she certainly isn't going to tell him that she agreed to spend the other day alone with him in the house where they had their date.
N/A: FINALMENTE! o último capitulo pessoinhas, espero que tenham gostado pelo menos um pouquinho :)
Dois dias. Essa foi a quantidade de dias — ou quase — que Park Eui ficou sem ter contato com Junmyeon. Ela ainda não tinha dito para quase ninguém que aceitou sair com ele, mas começou a se arrepender quando chegou ao escritório na sexta feira, e Taeyong parecia não saber de nada. Ela sabia, é claro, que os dois se falavam, e que na realidade ele poderia saber de alguma coisa, mas não quis perguntar nada.
A única pessoa para quem ela realmente contou sobre: Do Kyungsoo. O rapaz se tornou não apenas uma fiel companhia no café e almoço, mas também um visitante constante em sua mesa de trabalho, já que segundo ele seu supervisor não estava e ele não aguentava ficar na presença "daquele paspalho gigante" que era seu colega. Eui não se importou, na realidade aproveitou para falar sobre sua situação. O rapaz compreendeu, e também ficou chocado com a situação, mas a aconselhou a apenas relaxar.
"Não fique tão preocupada, ele deve estar apenas planejando algo para você..."
A garota quis acreditar, mas quando acordou sábado de manhã as 10:00 a.m e não tinha nenhuma mensagem ou ligação do rapaz, começou e a sentir inquieta. Ela já não sabia mais o que fazer, e contar para seus amigos agora estava fora de cogitação, ela sabia que contar para o pequeno grupo de amigos que ela aceitou sair com o cara extremamente bonito e elegante que eles tanto insistiram que ela realmente deveria fazer, iria resultar em milhares de perguntas e brincadeiras sobre o fim de sua solteirice.
Depois de organizar sua casal, colocar suas matérias em dia, assim como maratonar diversos filmes, Eui já estava desistindo de qualquer comunicação que Junmyeon poderia fazer. A morena se levantou, pegou seu pote de sorvete e estava pronta para profunda e depressiva maratona de "Sex and the City", quando alguém toca sua campainha. A garota já não tinha tanta esperança, mas não conseguiu controlar seu coração de bater um pouco mais forte. Ao abrir a porta, tudo o que ela encontrou foi uma caixa branca com um laço vermelho. A morena contemplou a mesma, na dúvida se deveria abrir ou não. O seu lado que assistiu muitos filmes e séries a dizia que poderia ter algo perigoso ali dentro (uma...bomba...quem sabe) mas sua curiosidade falou mais alto, e sem perder mais tempo, ela pegou a caixa e levou para sua sala de estar.
Abrindo cuidadosamente o laço vermelho, ela encontra papéis de seda cobrindo algo, e em cima um bilhete. Em sua frente constava algo simples escrito a mão "Junmyeon", e apenas isso fez seu coração palpitar mais forte. Sentando-se corretamente, Park Eui abre o papel encontrando as seguintes palavras escritas a mão:
"Estou ansioso para te ver nessa bela noite, espero que goste do que preparei para nós dois. Por favor, aceite meus presentes, e esteja pronta às 21:00".
Rapidamente a morena se livra dos papéis de seda e encontra um vestido preto simples, mas que parecia ter sido escolhido por ela. Além de tudo, uma caixa de veludo vermelha estava junto, ao abrir, ela encontrou um colar dourado com uma pequena pedra vermelha, assim como brincos e um anel.
Olhando para o relógio, Eui percebeu que ela tinha o tempo exato para tomar banho e se arrumar, se quiser estar pronta no horário certo, e então ela fez.
O vestido a cobria perfeitamente, nem tão justo, e nem tão largo, nem tão curto, e nem tão comprido. Perfeito. As jóias combinaram perfeitamente, e mais uma vez ela estava encantada com todo carinho e percepção de Junmyeon.
Assim que seu relógio bateu 21:00, seu telefone tocou, com um número desconhecido, atendendo a voz de Junmyeon soou em seu ouvido.
"Estou aqui." sua voz era decidida, e pegou Eui desprevenida por alguns segundos. "Oi?" Foi tudo o que ela conseguiu dizer, e o rapaz riu levemente daquilo "estou na frente da sua casa, pode vir..."
E mesmo atordoada com alocação repentina, Eui pegou suas coisas e seguiu para fora de casa.
Kim Junmyeon estava encostado em seu lindo e elegante carro, vestido todo de preto, com seu cabelo repartido de lado, e o colar que usava brilhava através da luz. Eui perdeu o fôlego.
"Oi" ela diz timidamente ao se aproximar dele. O rapaz abre um enorme sorriso ao vê-la, e a cumprimenta da mesma maneira. "você fez tudo isso?""
"Isso" não foi nada...vamos?" o moreno abre a porta do carro para a mesma que entra no veículo.
O caminho até o local não foi tão silencioso e estranho como Eui pensou que seria. Eles conversavam levemente sobre como foi seu dia (e ela claramente deixou de fora a parte em que ficou ansiosa sobre a noite que teriam), enquanto escutavam a música baixa que tocava no rádio.
Quando o carro parou, Eui viu uma casa não tão grande com luzes a iluminando do lado de fora. Ao sair do carro, o moreno fez questão de abrir a porta para a garota.
" Eu quis fazer uma coisa especial, e que fosse a sua altura, mas não queria te assustar com nenhum restaurante muito caro...então eu espero que goste." o rapaz diz ao pararem na porta. Sem saber o que esperar, e com medo de sua própria reação, Eui apenas confirma com a cabeça. Junmyeon sorri fraco antes de abrir a porta.
O interior da casa era simples, e estava repleto de velas diferentes que faziam a iluminação da casa, junto a uma luz baixa. No meio da sala, uma mesa com dois lugares, montada com pratos, taças e mais duas velas, no chão pétalas vermelhas estavam espalhadas por todo o canto.
Ao ver aquilo, Park Eui sentiu seu rosto esquentar e não conseguiu esconder sua surpresa, e felicidade que sentiu ao ver. Ao seu lado, Junmyeon admirava suas feições...o modo como as velas fez com que sua pele parecesse ainda mais macia ao toque, seus olhos brilharam e suas bochechas enrubesceram. Seu coração disparou como a muito não o fazia.
O moreno a guiou para dentro da casa, e puxou a cadeira para que ela se sentasse.
"Você fez tudo isso... sozinho?" a morena diz ainda surpresa. O moreno sorri e confirma.
"Sim, essa é uma casa que venho quando quero ficar sozinho, então resolvi que seria justo te trazer aqui, e cozinhar para nós comermos."
"Você cozinhou?" o pescoço da garota nunca se virou tão rápido, quanto nesse momento.
"Não se preocupe, não tem nada envenenado..."
O moreno a faz se sentar enquanto rapidamente os servem com a comida. Apenas o cheiro já fez o estômago da garota se revirar, e ela estava extremamente curiosa para sentir o gosto da comida do rapaz. Assim que colocou a primeira porção na boca, não conseguiu esconder sua satisfação com o sabor, o que arrancou uma risada suave de Junmyeon.
"Então, acho que precisamos nos conhecer um pouco mais, certo?" ele indaga, e Eui confirma com a cabeça ainda viajando nos sabores da comida. "Por onde quer começar?"
"Não sei...me conta sobre a sua família."
Os dois então emendaram um assunto após o outro. Falaram de coisas que gostam, que não gostam; de coisas sérias e de coisas banais; contaram histórias e criaram suas primeiras piadas internas.
Nos poucos encontros que teve, Eui nunca se sentiu tão leve quanto estava se sentindo junto à Junmyeon. A cada momento que se passava, ele se demonstrava um homem incrível, e aparentava se importar de verdade com ela, não apenas tentava a levar para a cama.
Quando acabaram de jantar, Junmyeon a levou para o quintal de trás da casa, onde poderiam ter a visão do céu límpido e brilhante enquanto conversavam e terminavam de beber. Conforme falavam, o rapaz não conseguiu evitar perceber o quanto não apenas as jóias brilhavam sob as luzes, mas também sua pele. A garota parecia ser sua jóia perfeita. Mas ele também percebeu um arrepio sob seu corpo.
"Frio? Aqui use isso..." ele diz retirando seu sobretudo e colocando por cima dos ombros dela.
"Sabe estava me perguntando como um homem tão inteligente que planejou a noite em pequenos detalhes, não imaginou que eu sentiria frio..."
"Ou eu realmente imaginei que fosse acontecer z mas gostei da ideia de te emprestar meu casaco..." Kim responde a fazendo sorrir, enquanto a ajuda a vestir a peça.
Os dois estavam se divertindo tanto que não viram o tempo passar, mas quando perceberam já ser tarde da noite (ou cedo de mais), Junmyeon resolveu que deveria a levar de volta para sua casa.
"Desculpa mas eu tenho que perguntar" a garota se pronúncia enquanto estavam a caminho de volta "como conseguiu meu endereço e meu telefone?"
"Estava me perguntado quando você ia me investigar..." Junmyeon sorri, e a garota acaba imitando seu gesto. Suspirando ele a responde: —o seu telefone eu pedi para o Taeyong, ele não entendeu muito, mas depois de explicar, ele cedeu, e seu endereço...eu fui no restaurante do seu amigo, e o loiro de cabelo comprido e alto ficou mais que feliz em me ajudar...
"Espera! O Jhonny?" a garota estava chocada. Então ele sabia? E não disse nada? Porque? Afinal de que lado ele está? — quando isso?
"Ontem a noite. — Kim responde dando de ombros. A boca de Eui se abre em choque, e o moreno desvia seu olhar da rua por alguns segundos, para poder ver a expressão no rosto da garota.
"Ele sabia desde ontem? Como assim?!"
"Bom, eu te deixei em casa e fui direto para o restaurante e falei com ele, e olha...ele ficou muito feliz em me ajudar" ele responde, fazendo a garota soltar uma risada descrente e sussurrar "claro que sim"
"Então o modelo do vestido, e as joias também foram com ele?" ela pergunta, e o rapaz a olha rapidamente mais uma vez.
"Você não lembra?" Eui nega com a cabeça antes de se lembrar que ele não poderia ver, então apenas negou — quando estávamos naquela loja, eu vi que você estava admirando esse vestido, então quando você não estava olhando pedi para separarem em todos os tamanhos que eles tinham, apenas pra garantir, e então voltei lá e comprei.
"e as joias?" ela insiste.
"Elas eu só achei que fossem perfeitas pra você. E como você percebeu, eu não me engano."
Depois disso, o caminho foi silencioso. Eui estava chocada que seu amigo sabia de tudo, e não disse nada, e estava chocada também com Junmyeon. Tudo o que ele preparou, a noite incrível que ele planejou, e até o vestido e as jóias...
"Prontinho" Junmyeon diz antes de sair do carro e abrir a porta para Eui. Ambos ficam frente a frente se olhando, frio na barriga e coração palpitante fazia com que a cabeça dos dois zumbisse. Ela deveria entrar, certo? E ele deveria voltar para a sua casa, certo? Mas porque nenhum dos dois queria fazer isso.
"Obrigada por hoje a noite, eu me diverti muito." a garota diz, suas bochechas coram novamente. Ela não sabe o motivo de sua voz estar mais baixa.
"Park Eui, eu sei que pode não ser o momento certo, mas eu não consigo ir embora sem fazer isso..."
Enquanto falava, Junmyeon aproximava seu corpo do da garota. Uma de suas mãos foi para o rosto da garota, colocando uma mexa de seu cabelo atrás de sua orelha, aproveitando para então segurar seu rosto. Seu polegar fez um leve carinho na pele do rosto da garota. Junmyeon usou sua outra mão a segurou próximo a si. Diferente do que imaginou, Eui se aproximou por vontade própria, e levou suas mãos para a nuca do rapaz.
Sem muita enrolação, eles colaram seus lábios, e o beijo inevitável aconteceu. Seus lábios se moviam em sincronia, o desejo estava implícito ali, de ambos os lados. Geralmente Eui não beijava no primeiro encontro, muito menos da forma que estava fazendo, se entregando de corpo e alma para o rapaz. Os dois gostariam de mais contato, mas precisavam respirar.
"Junmyeon-ssi, quer entrar?" a morena pergunta, tentando demonstrar suas intenções, e o rapaz percebe, sorrindo e concordando. Ao se virarem para entrar na casa, Eui fala mais alto "Boa noite Jhonny!"
Eui sabia que ao encontrar o amigo loiro no outro dia, ele iria perguntar sobre o que aconteceu quando eles entraram. Mas ela jamais o iria contar em como eles passaram o resto da noite entrelaçados no sofá aos beijos, respirações rápidas e alteradas, sentindo o desejo aflorar entre os dois. Ela jamais o contaria como se sentiu desejada após muito tempo, e como desejou alguém depois de muito tempo. E ela com certeza não vai o dizer que combinou de passar o outro dia sozinha com ele na casa onde tiveram seu encontro.
N/A: Oie, eu juro que tentei manter uma rotina pra poder postar, mas claramente não consegui, então vou tentar postar tudo aqui :D
Apesar de tentar manter seu foco total no que seu professor falava, a cabeça de Eui viajava para o dia que teve com Junmyeon. Fazia tanto tempo em que ela não se divertia tanto assim com alguém — em especial alguém do sexo oposto.
De fato, ela fez o juízo errado do rapaz. Por estar acostumada com homens cheios de si, arrogantes ela teria se precipitado e o julgou ser da mesma forma. Mas a garota não poderia estar mais enganada. Junmyeon era o total oposto, educado, divertido, bem humorado, gentil, interessante, e apesar de ela ter tentado ignorar, ele é extremamente bonito e elegante. O jeito como ele respeitou seu espaço, e a fez se sentir confortável conforme o dia passava, a fez se sentir uma completa idiota, o tratando com ignorância.
"Vamos lá, ele não parece ser tão ruim..." a voz de Jhonny surge em sua mente. No dia em que Jun apareceu de surpresa no restaurante do amigo, ela sabia que ele teria se tornado assunto entre eles enquanto ela não estava presente. Os dois voltavam pra casa, já que ambos moravam perto um do outro.
"Ele pode até não ser, mas você não acha que seria meio estranho?" sua voz sai baixa, sua cabeça já estava cansada de ter estudado o dia todo, não queria se cansar mais. "Tipo, seria você namorado alguém da família do Minseok..."
"E qual seria o problema?" o rapaz estava realmente curioso, e claramente tentando ajudar a garota. Ele sabia que as vezes ela só não conseguia ver o que queria.
"Expectativas." Eui o responde simplesmente, na esperança de pôr um fim na história, mas acabou recebendo um olhar de Jhonny que significava que ela teria que se explicar. "Você conhece o Minseok, logo iria achar que...a prima...é, que a prima dele seria no mínimo parecida."
"Espera, então você acredita que o tal sócio só quer sair com você, porque acredita que sua personalidade é igual a do seu patrão?" O rapaz tentou entender o que a amiga quis dizer. A morena encolhe os ombros, a resposta era sim, mas também era não. "Ou você acredita que ele tem a personalidade do seu chefe?"
"Eu acredito que ele pode ser igual a todos os outros." ela responde em uma única respiração. Jhonny brinca com ela, colocando as mãos no peitoral, como se fosse atacado por suas palavras. "Ya! Você entendeu! Ele deve ser igual aqueles caras "olha pra mim, sou rico, tenho uma mansão incrível, vou ser gentil com você, e depois te jogar fora, porque posso ter quem eu quiser"
"Wow! Isso foi muito específico, você está bem?" o loiro indaga jogando seus braços pelos ombros da garota. Eles finalmente estavam chegando em casa, e isso já fazia o corpo da morena relaxar.
"Deixa de ser idiota!" ela o dá um leve empurro com o indo fazendo com que ambos acabem rindo "eu só...eu já vi isso acontecer antes okay? E não foi legal."
As imagens de uma Seulgi triste durantes meses, tentando se reerguer, superar vieram vividas em sua cabeça. Eui lembra que nessa época, as duas se aproximaram mais, já que a morena percebeu como a colega não estava se sentindo bem, e passou a ajudá-la. Elas começaram a almoçar mais juntas, descobriram restaurantes, lojas, cafeterias, e se aproximaram até do chefe, Taeyong. Mas ela se lembra como era toda vez que Seulgi tinha que ver seu ex, e aquilo quebrava seu coração, e fazia a querer quebrar a cara do homem.
"Mas e se ele não for? E se... ele for completo oposto disso?" a voz de Jhonny ecoou na voz da garota.
Naquela noite, Park Eui ficou acordada imaginando qual Junmyeon era o real. Aquele a qual sua personalidade já seria conhecida, ou um Junmyeon completamente diferente? Mas aquilo não importava, ele logo a esqueceria, e Eui poderia seguir com sua vida.
Ah, ela não poderia estar mais errada. Ele simplesmente conseguiu convencer Taeyong, e então ela o acompanhou em suas compras. E foi nesse dia em que ela pode ter uma amostra grátis de quem é Junmyeon.
E apesar de ter passado grande parte do dia tentando se resguardar para o ignorar - como teria sido o combinado firmado entre os dois -, Eui se viu extremamente encantada pelo rapaz que conheceu. E mesmo no final, quando ela viu a esperança nos olhos dele, decidiu que gostaria de uma última confirmação de que Junmyeon é realmente alguém em quem ela gostaria de investir.
"Junmyeon-ssi, eu preciso voltar pra casa..." no momento em que suas palavras saíram de sua boca, Eui viu seus olhos ficarem foscos, mas ele nada disse, apenas se levantou e ofereci seu braço para que ela o segurasse e fossem juntos até o carro.
A caminhada até o veículo foi silenciosa, exceto pelos barulhos do ambiente. Quando chegaram ao seu destino, Eui se virou para Junmyeon, que parecia não conseguir a olhar direito.
"Junmyeon-ssi..." a garota começa a falar em tom doce, mas o rapaz balança a cabeça tomando a vez da fala:
"Não precisa se desculpar, nós tínhamos um combinado, e não se preocupe, eu vou segui-lo." o moreno a tranquilizou segurando uma de suas mãos e delicadamente deixando um beijo entre seus dedos. O coração da garota se apertou. Ela então segurou as mãos do rapaz, e voltou a falar:
"Junmyeon-ssi, eu adoraria ir em um encontro com você." ao escutar suas palavras, os olhos do moreno brilharem, e suas bochechas corarem. Ela o explicou suas dúvidas, e como estava feliz por estar errada. Em momento algum, ele deixou sua mão, a segurando próxima ao seu rosto, em um gesto carinhoso.
"Então o que acha de sair para jantar comigo no sábado?" de repente, o demenor de Junmyeon mudou para um homem paquerador, o que fez com que as bochechas de Eui corarem.
"Eu adoraria, para onde vamos?" o sorriso que Jun tem nos lábios não poderia ser escondido.
"Isso, minha cara, você só saberá no sábado." ele diz, e a feição da garota é de espanto. E já a conhecendo o suficiente para prever seu próximo ato, ele continua "não se preocupe quanto a isso, apenas espere."
"O que você quer dizer com isso?" a garota não poderia estar mais confusa, o que arrancou uma risada nasal do moreno.
"Por mais que eu odeie dizer isso, eu acho que você tem que ir, senhorita Eui." naquele momento ela se lembrou que ainda teria que se arrumar para ir a faculdade. Mas ainda tinha tantas questões para Junmyeon. "Agora confie em mim, e aguarde..".
Foi tudo o que ele disse, se aproximando do rosto da garota. O mesmo acabou deixando um beijo rápido em seu rosto, e então a morena não se lembra como saiu do carro, nem como chegou até sua faculdade. Tudo que tinha em sua mente era Kim Junmyeon, e seu lindo sorriso.
A/n: Okay, I really tried to keep a routine, but i clearly failed, so I'm gonna try to post everything today :D
Despite trying to keep her full focus on what her teacher was saying, Eui's head traveled back to the day she had with Junmyeon. It had been so long since she'd had this much fun with someone — especially someone of the opposite sex.
She misjudged the boy. Being used to self-important, arrogant men, she would have jumped in and assumed him to be the same. But the girl couldn't be more wrong. Junmyeon was the complete opposite, polite, fun, humorous, kind, interesting, and even though she tried to ignore him, he is extremely handsome and elegant. The way he respected her space, and made her feel comfortable as the day wore on, made her feel like a complete idiot, treating him with ignorance.
"C'mon, he doesn't look so bad…" Johnny's voice comes into his mind. The day Jun unexpectedly showed up at his friend's restaurant, she knew he would have become a topic between them while she wasn't there. The two returned home, as they both lived close to each other.
"He might not be, but don't you think that would be a little weird?" His voice is low, his head was tired from having studied all day, he didn't want to get tired anymore. "Like, would you be dating someone from Minseok's family..."
"And what could be the problem?" the boy was really curious, and trying to help the girl. He knew sometimes she just couldn't see what she wanted.
"Expectations." Eui answers him simply, hoping to put an end to the story, but ended up getting a look from Johnny that meant she would have to explain herself. "You know Minseok, you would soon think that... his cousin... yeah, that his cousin would be at least similar."
" Wait, so you believe that this partner just wants to go out with you, because he believes your personality is the same as your boss?" The boy tried to understand what his friend meant. The brunette shrugs her shoulders, the answer was yes, but it was also no. "Or do you believe he has the personality of your boss?"
“I believe he can be just like everyone else. she answers in a single breath. Johnny teases her, placing his hands on his chest, as if attacked for her words. —Ya! You got it! He must be like those guys "look at me, I'm rich, I have an amazing mansion, I'm going to be nice to you, and then throw you away, because I can have whoever I want"
—Wow! That was very specific, are you okay? - The blonde asks throwing his arms around the girl's shoulders. They were finally getting home, and that already made the brunette's body relax.
-Stop being an idiot! — she gives him a light push with going making them both end up laughing — I just… I've seen this happen before okay? And it wasn't nice.
The images of a sad Seulgi for months, trying to get back on her feet, to overcome came vividly in her head. Eui remembers that at that time, the two got closer, as the brunette noticed how her colleague was not feeling well, and started to help her. They started having lunch more together, discovered restaurants, shops, coffee shops, and even got closer to their boss, Taeyong. But she remembers what it was like every time Seulgi had to see her ex, and it broke her heart, and made her want to break the man's face.
"But what if he doesn't?" What if... he's the complete opposite of that? - Johnny's voice echoed in the girl's voice.
That night, Park Eui lay awake wondering which Junmyeon was the real one. The one your personality would already be known for, or a completely different Junmyeon? But that didn't matter, he would soon forget about her, and Eui could get on with her life.
Oh, she couldn't be more wrong. He simply managed to convince Taeyong, and so she accompanied him on his shopping trips. And it was on that day that she can get a free taste of who Junmyeon is.
And despite having spent most of the day trying to protect herself from ignoring him - as the agreement between the two would have been -, Eui found herself extremely enchanted by the boy she met. And even at the end, when she saw the hope in his eyes, she decided that she would like one last confirmation that Junmyeon is indeed someone she would like to invest in.
"Junmyeon-ssi, I need to go home..." the moment his words left his mouth, Eui saw his eyes go frosty, but he didn't say anything, he just stood up and offered his arm for her to hold and went to the car together.
The walk to the vehicle was silent, except for the ambient noises. When they reached their destination, Eui turned to Junmyeon, who couldn't seem to get a good look at her.
"Junmyeon-ssi..." the girl starts to speak in a sweet tone, but the boy shakes his head, taking the turn to speak:
“No need to apologize, we had a deal, and don't worry, I'll follow it". The brunette reassured her by holding one of her hands and gently placing a kiss between her fingers. The girl's heart sank. She then held the boy's hands, and spoke again:
“Junmyeon-ssi, I would love to go on a date with you." Upon hearing his words, the brunette's eyes sparkled, and his cheeks flushed. She explained to him her doubts, and how glad she was to be wrong. At no point did he let go of her hand, holding it close to his face in a tender gesture.
"So how about going out to dinner with me on Saturday?" Suddenly, Junmyeon's demeanor changed to a flirtatious man, which made Eui's cheeks flush.
"I'd love to, where are we going?" the smile Jun has on her lips couldn't be hidden.
“That, my dear, you won't know until Saturday." he says, and the girl's face is one of astonishment. And knowing her well enough to predict her next act, he continues "don't worry about it, just wait."
"What do you mean by that?" The girl couldn't be more confused, which drew a nasal laugh from the brunette.
“As much as I hate to say it, I think you have to go, Miss Eui." at that moment she remembered that she still had to get ready to go to college. But there were still so many questions for Junmyeon. "Now trust me, and wait..."
was all he said, moving closer to the girl's face. The same ended up leaving a quick kiss on her cheek, and then the brunette doesn't remember how she got out of the car, nor how she got to her college. All he had on his mind was Kim Junmyeon, and her beautiful smile.
Summary: When your best friend Baekhyun asks you over to his place for dinner, you see this as your chance to make your feelings known. But what to wear? You drag him with you to pick out a dress sure to drive him up the wall.
Pairing: bff!Baekhyun x reader
Word count: 6.5k
Genre: Non-Idol au, Friends to Lovers, Fluff, Smut
Warnings: jealous Baekhyun, Baek’s filthy imagination, dry humping
A/N: This is a collaboration with eggsbeans over on asianfanfics. Because it’s getting so long (yeah, I’m still going) I’m posting part one now and then part two once it’s finished. I recommend two songs for this: Love Lies and (of course) Bambi. Enjoy!
Masterlist | Two
Self Care Sunday was your religion. Ever since Jongdae mentioned the merits of pampering the ever-loving shit out of yourself once a week to “recharge and restore your spirit,” you were devoted to setting aside precious, uninterrupted time for yourself. You soaked in the bathtub with a glass of the sweetest, smoothest wine Junmyeon recommended as soothing music played. The candles? Unnecessary, but you were all about that aesthetic.
Everyone important to you knew about your special nights and they respected them. All save for your nearest and dearest, a loud Cinna-Byun. Your music cut off and a special ringtone blasted into your calm space.
You groaned loudly and slipped down into the bubbles. You didn’t have to answer. In fact, you knew you shouldn’t. He could wait until you got out. Sadly, you didn’t have that kind of restraint with him. You called out the command to accept the call.
“Hello?” Baekhyun spoke, his voice a bit more mellow and toned down than normal. There was a surprising absence of background noise, considering he was always at some event or party, ever the social butterfly whose career thrived on making connections. “You got a second?”
You pressed your lips into a thin line. “It’s Sunday, Baek. You know I do.”
“Oh! Good, good.” He chirped, blatantly ignoring the attitude in your tone. “I was thinking we should do something...different. For our Friday night?”
You let your head drop back. “What else is there for us to do?” You held up a finger as you listed off your past adventures. “We’ve hit nearly every club. I won’t do another speed date event—”
“Me either. That was terrible.”
“Shut it. Wine tasting events are getting kinda old. As much as I like the charity dinners, I hate the auctions. Especially when I’m on the block.”
“I apologized for that. I didn’t know they’d pull candidates from the guest list.”
“You’re lucky Jongin had the cash to save me. I had your death meticulously planned, down to the very last bloody detail.”
“Okay, okay. I get it.” He cut you off. “I admit my idea of fun can be a bit...eccentric. But! That’s why I think you’ll like my proposal for this Friday.”
You flicked the bubbles halfheartedly. “Right. And that is?”
“Dinner. Here at my place. I’ll cook up something fancy while we just chill, drink, maybe even dance?” The way his words ended with a hopeful lilt made you shiver despite the warm water. He had to know how his words sounded. Just the two of you, alone at his place? Dinner, wine, and dancing? The rich tone of his voice only added to the intimate intonation. You could’ve been reading too much into it, but who could blame you? There’s always been this delicate dance between you when it came to the line between friends and something more. It was mostly the fear of losing a best friend to what could be nothing more than misunderstood platonic love.
“_____? You still there?” He paused and cleared his throat. “I mean, it’s okay if you don’t want to. We can find something else to do. Just thought that maybe you’d like to—”
“I’ll be there,” you blurted out to keep him from backtracking any further. While it was cute to see him get all shy and unsure, the wheels were already turning in your head.
You’d been friends for over three years now. Having met by accidentally slamming your shopping baskets against each other at Wholefoods and brought together over your mutual love for a particular brand of organic peanut butter that you both swore was magic in a jar. With time, you came to see that you were two sides of the same coin, an odd case of yin and yang where you were so alike yet different that it was hard to believe you hadn’t known each other since birth. A closeness like that is always bound to spark speculation of being something more. Your friends thought so and never hesitated to ask when you’d stop putting off the inevitable.
Maybe...maybe it was time to swallow your fears and take a leap of faith, and hope like hell he had the guts to catch you.
“Really?” He breathed, unable to keep the surprise out of his voice. He quickly pulled himself together. “Great! Then I’ll see you here around 8?”
“A little early, but that’s fine with me. Do I bring the alcohol?”
“No, no. I’ll take care of everything.” He paused, and when he spoke again, his voice had dropped to a husky murmur. “Just worry about getting here. And maybe dress up a little. I know you like showing off on Instagram.”
“I do not show off!” You hated how your cheeks caught fire at his teasing while using a tone made for phone sex. If you weren’t absolutely certain he was unaware of his effect on you, you’d accuse him of doing it on purpose. “I just like sharing cute looks for future use.”
“Mmm-hmm.” He chuckled. “That’s all I wanted, Bambi. Be there or be square.”
“You’re giving me food and booze. I wouldn’t miss it for the world.”
You said your goodbyes, and he hung up, after which the music resumed. You downed the rest of your wine and gently set the empty glass down before losing your shit. You squealed loudly as you kicked your feet, sending the remaining bubbles flying everywhere. Come hell or high water, you were going to make sure Friday night turned out to be a special night. You yanked the plug and got out of the tub. The water was getting cold, anyway. After wrapping a towel around your body, you skipped over to your closet and threw the doors open. You needed a dress, but not just any old dress. You needed something spicy, guaranteed to knock him on his ass, leave him speechless.
If you were going to fall, you wanted him to fall with you. You could crash and burn together. The best way to do that would be with a dress that would make him want to take you right there on the dinner table. You combed through the rack of dresses, all gifts from Baekhyun from his clothing line for attending whatever event or show he wanted you to attend with him. Though there were several winners, including a few you’d noticed him have a strong reaction to, they didn’t seem good enough. He’d been able to keep his cool in a room full of strangers. You didn’t doubt he’d be able to do it again. You’d need something new, sexier than the others, that took advantage of his lack of thought before acting.
That settled it. It was time to go shopping.
If Baekhyun had to define torture, it’d be helping you find a dress to wear for some special occasion with some dick he’d never even heard of, much less met. All he needed was the last name, something you avoided with admirable dedication. He swore he wouldn’t do anything crazy. He just wanted to put a face to the name of the bold motherfucker who was trying to take his place. Baekhyun knew it was a matter of time before he’d lose his chance, but he’d asked you over for dinner! It took a lot of bourbon to get the nerve to call you, so much so that he forgot what day it’d been.
It was a miracle you even agreed. But now, as he sat in the plush armchair in a boutique he’d rented out to allow you to shop without interruption, he was sure you were punishing him for it. The cruel and unusual kind.
When you originally asked him to go dress shopping, you’d made it sound like it was for something formal and boring. He’d been more than happy to offer a dress from his clothing line’s latest fashion show, eager to see you in something he helped create. He had his assistant arrange the use of his favorite boutique for his own little fashion show. He’d even kept his opinions to himself as he watched you pick out dresses from the rack to wear.
You parted the curtain and stepped out into the sitting area. “Okay, how does this one look?”
Baekhyun bit the inside of his cheek as he eyed the form-fitting dress. It was a modest design, an emerald number with a collar. But it was sleeveless and short. The less skin Mr. DickFace saw, the better. He gave a curt nod. “It’s okay.”
You huffed, letting your shoulders drop with exaggerated displeasure. “I don’t want to look ‘okay.’”
“Then go put on something else, Bambi.” He gestured to the changing room. “Maybe something longer with long sleeves. Full coverage. Or what about a pants suit? He’s bound to love a woman with power.”
You laughed. “You don’t know what he likes.”
“Well, I would if someone would have introduced us. Maybe even brought him up before now?” He glared. “I can’t believe you’d keep this from me. I tell you everything that goes on with me.”
You shrugged and turned away to hide your smile. “I wasn’t sure I had a chance with him.” You headed back through the curtain. “Lemme try on a different one.”
He waved you off, beyond annoyed. “Yeah, sure. Take your time.” Things only got worse from there. Each time you stepped through that portal to hell, you looked better than before. Maybe it was because he knew that only a sheet of fabric kept him from seeing you the way he did in his dreams, in various states of undress, intending to show yourself to him. The styles and colors covered the spectrum. Some of them left him gripping the arms of his chair with an otherwise bored, unaffected look on his face. He wouldn’t help this asshole, even if it meant death.
Nine dresses in and he was ready to call it a day. But then you put on The One™. A classic red silk midi with straps and a split that exposed your leg up to your hip. The design came to him in a wet dream in which, ironically enough, you were taking it off for him. It put your breasts on display with a sinful amount of cleavage that he’d kill to bury his face in.
Of course, his reaction—or lack thereof—didn’t go unnoticed. You could barely keep your cool as you watch his eyes zero in on your body and his jaw slowly drop open. Whatever he’d been prepared to say was lost to lust. You were pretty sure this was the same look you sported whenever he picked you up for his parties wearing his sexy suits and tousled hair. It couldn’t hurt to poke a little fun, could it?
You dared to step closer, just within his reach, to admire yourself in the mirror. “So, what do you think?” You bit your lip to keep from smiling, but it just added fuel to the fire. You admired one side, then turn the other way, all but pushing your ass in his face as you tugged on the split. “I thought it was too high, but…” you glanced at him and he sure as shit hadn’t stopped gawking at you, “maybe it isn’t that bad. Right?”
The question falls on deaf ears. Baekhyun was orbiting the fucking moon, trying to figure out how to reboot his ship to get back home. He knew he should say something—anything—to keep you from choosing this one to wear for someone else. Someone who wasn’t him. Someone who couldn’t possibly shower you with the love, affection, and attention he’d been doing for years. But fuck, he couldn’t tear his eyes away. He didn’t dare blink and miss the way you ran your hands down your body, wondering out loud if maybe the fabric was too loose and made that ass, that great ass he longed to hold with both hands as you rode his dick into the sunset, look too big. Too big?! His brain simply shut off trying to comprehend if it was possible.
Baekhyun’s mouth flapped uselessly and produced nothing coherent. You fucking loved it. You embraced your inner brat and pushed your plush lips up into a pout. “Baekhyun, say something!” You crossed your arms, pushing up your breasts as you shifted your weight to one leg, jutting out the hip exposed by the waterfall of red silk. “You’re just staring at me. It’s making me self-conscious.”
The whine in your voice snapped him out of it. He shook his head and finally, finally looked away. “I, shit. You, you look great. I just,” he cleared his throat and shifted uncomfortably in his chair. “I got inspiration for another dress.”
‘Smooth, man. Real smooth.’
You let your hands drop to your sides as surprise settled in place of the frown. “Oh. Cool! You should name it after me.”
He wouldn’t dare admit he already did that. The lingerie line is simply an anagram of your name. If he could ever get you to model those sets… “Yeah. Sure.” He nodded dumbly.
“That settles it!” You squealed happily and clapped your hands, then dropped into his lap for a quick hug. The last thing he needed was to feel your body against his, wrapped in his arms with your head resting lightly on his shoulder. “Let me go change.” He hated letting go, but his hand skimmed over your leg courtesy of that slit, dragging him back into his wild thoughts again.
Normally, he cherished his vivid imagination. It helped him with his fashion designs and show concepts. But at that moment? It was a fucking curse. The feel of you in his arms, on his lap, mingled with the dream that conceived that slip of sin on your body. He could picture you standing in front of him with that seductive smile that’s ruined him on countless occasions.
The vision of you in his mind unzipped the dress and let the straps slip off your shoulders with feigned innocence. He nearly choked on his spit upon seeing you in pale pink lace from his line, looking every bit as delicious as the pink drink he’d drawn inspiration from.
“Do you like what you see?” You asked, biting your lip as you approached him slowly, fingertips toying with the strings of your thong. The changing room fell away and morphed into his bedroom, where he sat in his reading chair by the tall windows. He forgot that the real you was getting dressed and allowed himself to fall into the depths of your eyes, swept away by the undertow of his feelings and out into your sea.
He tried to speak and found his throat dry. With a few swallows, he tried again. “Of course, Bambi.” He beckoned you closer with a curl of his fingers. “Come here. Let me see you.”
Your cheeks turned rosy, and he loved it, loved how you always blossomed at his pet names and compliments. You made it easy to understand why people talked to flowers. Why wouldn’t he do such a simple, honest thing if the result was also a reward? You took a shy step forward. The movement caused your breasts to bounce and sway as you came to a stop between his knees. His fingertips ghosted up over your stomach to your breasts, where he savored the feel of the delicate, transparent lace that did little to hide your pebbling nipples. He released a shuddering breath when you pressed his hands over your breasts with a firm squeeze.
“Touch me more,” you whispered as you straddled his hips. “Touch me anywhere, everywhere. Make me yours.”
“Fuck, yes.” He bit back a moan as you rolled your hips hard against him and he felt the scorching heat of your cunt against his cock. You released his hands and leaned forward, pushing him into a slouch on the chair. His hands came to a rest on your ass, eagerly palming each cheek before pulling you tight against his cock and meeting each roll of your hips against him. When you reached behind you and the bra straps fell off your shoulders, he just knew he was losing it. Your bra fell onto his stomach, allowing your breasts to bounce freely, just like the titties in his favorite ecchi anime shows. He pitched forward and buried his face between them, moaning softly at the faint scent of soap, perfume, and sweat as he bit into a breast.
“I need you, baby.” You cup the back of his head, encouraging him to keep biting, to keep marking you. “Please. Take me right here.”
He was so gone you didn’t need to ask again. His fingers captured the strings of your thong and pulled—
“Hey, Bacon. Where should we eat for lunch? My treat.” You called out from the changing booth in a playful tone.
His daydream shattered with the vision of you on his lap, begging to be fucked, disappearing like fading smoke. He blinked, forcing himself to calm down. “Uh…” His brain struggled to switch gears and get with the program, the reality that you weren’t his. Yet. He dragged a hand down over his face as he covered his crotch with a pillow from a nearby chaise lounge chair. “What are you in the mood for?”
You listed off the nearby choices, and he couldn’t say he listened. You always chose the same restaurant anyway because they had the best desserts. How many times had he lost himself like this? Torturing himself with vividly erotic visions of the one person he wanted most but had been too afraid to claim.
‘Friday,’ he promised himself. ‘Things will be different.’
Everything was perfect. Baekhyun spent hours making sure nothing was out of place. He even rehearsed the night before to make sure that tonight wouldn’t be a waste. He would make his feelings for you clear before you went home. But first, he needed to dry his sweaty palms and maybe take a shot of whiskey for his nerves. There. Much better.
He’d just put his glass down when he heard the light knock at the door, a cutesy rhythm unique to you. He sucked in a breath and let it out slowly, willing his heart to calm the fuck down before he ended up out cold on the floor. When he was sure he had his shit under control, he strode over to the door to let you in.
“Hey, there.” You smiled brightly, too pleased with yourself as you strutted through his door. “You look great, as always.”
And he did. He’d chosen a simple white dress shirt and black slacks. No tie, sleeves rolled up to his elbows so he wouldn’t be bothered with them while he was cooking. He did fuss with his hair and shaved, unsure if you’d find him not doing so to be a turnoff when he was trying to upgrade your relationship. He believed in being prepared, dressing for the job he wanted. And he wanted you.
“Thank you, Bambi.”
You, on the other hand, baffled him. You looked amazing, from what he could see. Your hair was down, and while you hadn’t gone without a little styling, it still looked amazing, like he always insisted you would. He loved seeing your hair this way and never passed up a chance to beg to see it this way. You had on the pink diamond earrings he’d bought you after mentioning you needed a new pair. It’d been hell getting you to accept them once you’d found out the price, but seeing them on you now made enduring your bratty tantrum worth it. Your makeup was immaculate and the black round toe stiletto pumps were sexy.
But why the hell were you dressed in a trench coat?
“What’s with the coat?” He asked as he locked the door. “It isn’t that chilly out, is it?”
You shrugged, that mischievous grin of yours only growing wider. “Not really, but I wasn’t sure if I should be outside in this.”
He blinked a few times, violently pushing back every dirty fantasy of what could be going on under your coat. “Oh?” He swallowed hard, forcing himself to stay calm and collected. “Well, you’re safe here. I’ll hang your coat up for you.”
You didn’t hesitate to turn your back to him and start unbuttoning the coat. He said a quick prayer before grasping the coat by the shoulders and holding it up as you pulled your arms free. When you stepped away and spun back to face him, he nearly dropped the damn coat. He could only stare, mouth open and eyes wide, as you stood before him in The One™. The fashion designer he’d put on vacation for tonight was proud of your shoe choice now—it’s what he would’ve gone with, for sure.
“Bambi, you… I mean, you’re always gorgeous—I didn’t think you, you’d wear it—” he stammered, so messed up over you he could only hug your coat tightly to his chest. You smiled as you clasped your hands together behind your back. He took a deep breath and when he spoke, his words were a near whisper, “Y-you wore it tonight? For me?” You nodded with a quiet giggle. “But you said it was for a special occasion, some guy I’d never—”
You shook your head and waved him off. “There is no one else, silly. I spend most of my free time with you.” You stepped closer, taking your coat from him and draping it over the arm of the couch. “Besides, this is a special occasion. I mean...you’re special to me.”
There’s nothing more satisfying than seeing the person you love piece the puzzle together and finally receive your feelings for them. Baekhyun’s eyes filled with wonder and love as he came to a stop in front of you. He was all but breathless, barely tethered to his skin as his soul threatened to float away. The thought that you’d put forth such an effort for him and no one else filled him with a level of gratitude he’d never had before. The fact that he’d had a week of sleepless nights over the thought of some other man seeing you in this dress and then touching you in ways he could only dream about was suddenly absurd when he saw the way you looked at him. So shy yet playful, wanting his approval and attention, his love.
Had you always looked at him this way?
Of course you had. He’d been too wrapped up in his own love, and fear of losing you over it, to see it.
His hands shook as they cradled your face, completely at odds with the determination and confidence in his eyes as he angled your face up to his. “_____,” he looked into your eyes as his thumbs stroked your cheeks, “Can I—I need to kiss you. Please?” His voice dropped to a breathy whisper as his lips lightly brushed against yours as he spoke, “Baby, please, let me kiss you.”
Hearing him call you baby was like a shot of his beloved whiskey. It left a trail of blazing heat across your skin and settled in the pit of your stomach, warming you from the inside out. The desperation in his husky voice, coupled with his minty breath, had your head swimming. It was real. It was finally happening. No more wishing and waiting. He knew how you felt and was acting on his own feelings. You nodded eagerly, pressing closer as you pulled him to you by his shirt. He pressed his lips to yours and you both sighed at the contact, as if your very souls were saying “Finally.”
He pulled back, fully intending to let you go, but when his hands touched your shoulders, he dove back in. He tried to keep the kiss chaste, really he did, but he heard the sweetest sound come from your mouth, something between a whimper and a moan, and he lost control. Before he knew it, he was taking one step forward, then another, and another until you couldn’t move anymore. He liked that. He didn’t want you to go anywhere, now or ever again. He wanted you just like this, pressed against his chest, clinging to him as he explored you at his leisure. With your back against the wall, he took his time trailing his fingertips across your skin as he took your hands in his own, lacing your fingers together as he guided your arms up and around his neck.
“Tell me, baby. Has anyone else seen you in this?” he asked, looking you in your eyes.
You pulled him close and captured his lips in another impatient kiss. “No. Just you.” You gasped into his mouth when his erection pressed into your inner thigh. “Only you, Baek.”
“Good.” He brought his hands back up to cup your face as he kissed you harder, unable to get enough of the feel of your lips. His daydreams didn’t do you justice. Your softness, your taste. His imagination paled in comparison to the real thing. As your hands explored his shoulders, he deepened the kiss, sucking on your tongue and delighting in the way your moans sent chills down his spine. His hands continued down your body, one grabbing a handful of your ass as the other hoisted your leg up to his waist. “You don’t know how long I’ve wanted you, baby. Needed you like this.”
“Like what?” Your chuckle was just as breathless as he felt. “Half naked and willing?”
“No.” He did his best to kiss your breath away before he replied, “In my arms with no interruptions. All mine.” He explored the skin exposed by the slit of the dress, squeezing your thigh whenever your nails raked down his back as he tongue-fucked your mouth. He wasn’t sure when it started, but once you started panting with a death grip on his shoulders, he noticed how close he was to fucking you against the wall. Both of his hands were on your ass, holding you tight against him as he pressed his hips against you, shamelessly dry humping you to the point of near orgasm. Your heel just barely missed causing pain as you held him in place, trying and failing to get your other leg up and around his waist. It made him wonder if you were even wearing panties and if dinner could wait just a teeny bit longer.
This isn’t how he planned for the night to go. While he was elated to know the attraction was mutual, he wanted more than a physical relationship with you.
He allowed himself one last thrust against your clothed core, forcing your hips to be still. You huffed and pulled on his shoulders. Baekhyun chuckled against your lips, gently pressing kisses to the side of your mouth, to your ear, then down your neck. As he sucked marks into your skin, he gently pushed your leg off his hip. You were quick to protest. “Baek, no…”
“I know, I know.” He pulled back and looked you in the eyes, looking every bit as wrecked as you did. “But if we keep this up, the whole evening will be nothing but sex.”
You couldn’t keep the bewilderment off your face. “I don’t see how that’s a bad thing. I want it. You want it. We’re adults. I’m not against carpet burn, if that’s what it comes down to.”
He buried his face in your neck and exhaled loudly. “You’re not really helping. I’m trying to do this the right way, ____.”
You held him close, rubbing his back with small slow circles. “Okay, then. I’ll behave, for now. What’s the ‘right way,’ Baek?”
Baekhyun pulled back with a shy grin, cheeks dusted pink. “I’m glad you asked.” He whipped his phone from his pocket and made the cutest little face as he concentrated on it. Soon enough, a beautiful melody played from the wireless speakers. There were no lyrics, but you knew that saxophone anywhere. Before you could call out the name, he clapped his hands. The lights dimmed to the perfect setting as a hundred little fairy lights lit up all around you and twinkled like fireflies.
Your hands flew to your mouth. Had he seen the dinner date aesthetic posts you liked on Instagram? If so, for how long? The pride in his eyes was unmistakable. He took your hand and led you to the kitchen, both of you suppressing giggles as you fought to fix your clothes with one hand. He picked up a single pink rose and handed it to you. “I wanted to start a tradition of giving you one each time we went on a date, provided there’d be more after tonight.”
You nodded with a smile as you cupped his cheek. “I’m gonna need a big vase then, huh?”
He covered your hand with his own, kissed your palm, and whispered, “I was hoping you’d say that, Bambi.”
“Why wouldn’t I?” You put the flower down and crossed behind him to the sink to pick up an apron. “Everyone knows I’m crazy about you.” You unfolded the apron as you searched for the strings. “So, what are we cooking?”
He stopped you from pulling it over your head. “No, no. I’m cooking. You can sit at the bar and watch me.”
“But—” He turned you around by your shoulders and lightly smacked your ass.
“Nope. Not up for discussion.” He guided you to a stool at the kitchen island. “I promised myself I’d sweep you off your pretty little feet,” he admired you from head to toe, “and you deserve that much, at least.”
“Thank you, Baekhyun.” You smiled shyly.
He lifted your face with a finger and pressed a quick kiss to your lips. “I should thank you.” He pulled away and cut on the stove. “Teasing me like that. Letting me think someone else might take you away. I had to make sure I did my best to make this a night you won’t forget.”
You watched as he took out various ingredients from the fridge. “Why would you thank me for that?” You asked as you slid the two wine glasses he’d left out, holding your hand up, and thanked him when he passed you a bottle of Lambrusco. “Sounds like I went too far.” You gave him a sly smile as you filled each glass, then took a sip from yours.
“Because…” He peered at you over the rim of his own glass. “It made me want to fight for you. And you know me, Bambi. Whenever I fight for something, or in this case someone, I don’t rest until I have what I want.” He stared into your eyes with a look hot enough to have your fingertips itching to touch him again. You bit your lip.
“Hurry up and cook. If not, I’ll order pizza and you can cook for me when we wake up tomorrow.” You pursed your lips and put your glass down. He considered your threat and was tempted to give in. But no. Taemin had suffered for hours with him setting up everything. Baekhyun was pretty sure he’d be skinned alive if he didn’t stick to his own meticulous plan.
He put down his drink and got to work. You watched as he sliced sirloin into thin strips and marinate them in soy sauce. Soon enough, he had various dishes going while he grilled the meat, all the while talking to you about your week, his upcoming events, and updates on mutual friends. When everything was prepared and resting, he gently pulled you from your chair and into a hug. “Get your camera ready.”
“For what?” You asked as he guided you to the balcony. You weren’t sure how you missed it. The balcony was decorated in the same theme as the living room and kitchen, with twinkling lights everywhere. Downtown Seoul provided a gorgeous backdrop to the table for two. The lights cast a gentle, intimate glow on everything. On the table, a single candle rested on a bed of pink and white rose petals. “Omigawd, Baekhyun! You were looking at my liked posts on Insta!”
He shrugged. “I never said I wasn’t. Just that I had other things to do. Which I did.”
You leaned over and kissed him before he pulled out a chair for you. “Thank you,” you said as he pushed your chair in, then lit the candle on the table. You admired the view of the city as he went back and forth, bringing you a fresh glass of wine, then your plates and utensils. Soon enough, he sat across from you with a wide, satisfied smile.
“Dinner is served.” There were times when you wondered if Baekhyun had missed his calling as a chef. He’d prepared bulgogi, kimchi fried rice, and a side salad with dipping sauce for the meat.
He was reaching for his chopsticks when you held out your hand. “But first!” You picked up your wine. “A toast to the chef for his hard work now…and later.”
Baekhyun mirrored your naughty grin as he touched his glass to yours. “You’re gonna make me egotistical with the way you’re outright thirsting for me, Bambi.”
You picked ups your chopsticks and laughed. “Not my fault you took forever to come around. Maybe I’ve always been this way and you’re just now noticing.”
He reached across the table and caressed your free hand. “I won’t make that mistake again. I promise.”
The sincerity in his words left you speechless, allowing you both to continue eating in silence. You had a habit of fidgeting while you ate, so when you shifted in your seat, intending to cross your legs, your foot brushed up the inside of Baekhyun’s leg. “Sorry! I didn’t hurt you, did I?”
He nearly choked on his food as the light touch went straight to his dick. “Nope.” Though he did his best to look unaffected, you noticed he began eating faster. When both of your plates were clear, he jumped to his feet to pick up the dishes.
“I’ll help.” You got to your feet, picking up the dipping dishes and wine glasses. Neither of you spoke as you followed him to the kitchen where you handed him the dishes to go into the dishwasher. The second he turned it on and dries his hand on the dishcloth, you close the distance between you and gift him with a heated kiss that ended with his bottom lip between your teeth.
He chuckled and pulled you closer, delighted with your eagerness. “Just one more thing, then I’ll give you what you want, Bambi. Okay?” He put a finger to your lips and hissed when you immediately took it into your mouth and sucked. “Fuck, baby. Please. Just let me do this one last thing and you can have whatever you want from me.” He smacked your ass, and you released the digit. He kissed you hard as he walked you backwards to the living room. He toyed with his phone again, then music began to play, something slow and jazzy.
You took his hands and happily let him pull you close again. “Wait…is that Eric Benét?” He nodded as he guided your hands around his neck. “You’re gonna sing to me, aren’t you?”
He nodded again, this time with a wide, boyish grin. It wasn’t a surprise, honestly. He was always singing around you, happily belting out tunes because he swore you made him comfortable enough to do so. He held his hands out, and you took them, delighted when he pulled you close. With one hand holding yours over his heart and the other resting on your hip, he led the dance. He nuzzled the side of your head with his cheek as he crooned. You’d heard him sing the song dozens of times before, but now every word took on a deeper meaning and gave birth to memories that would create the foundation of your new relationship.
As the song drew to a close, he locked his hands together behind you. “I feel like I’ve been waiting my whole life for this moment.”
You nodded. “Honestly? Same. I’ve wanted to say something but didn’t know how to approach you. What made you take the chance?”
“You.” He sighed and brushed his lips against your neck. “I was watching something on TV that reminded me of you and I thought, ‘I’d love to do that with her.’ And, of course, my imagination took over, and before I knew it, I had this list of things only to realize…none of it could ever come true if I didn’t speak up.”
You pressed your nails into his back at the touch of his lips and shivered. “What’s on the list? There can’t be anything we haven’t done already.”
Baekhyun chuckled. “You assume they’re things to do outside of my bedroom.”
You started to pull back to look at him, needing to confirm he wasn’t joking around, but he bit into your neck and suckled as his hands wandered down to your ass and squeezed. With your hands trapped between your chests, you grabbed fistfuls of his shirt and moaned softly as heat flared to life between your legs. “Beak—”
“I tried so hard to keep from thinking that way about you, Bambi.” He murmured into your ear as he started slowly grinding his erection against you. “I knew I could never replace you, so I wanted to protect our friendship, no matter what.” He pulled back and grabbed your chin. “Do you want to know what fucked that up for me?”
The way he bit his lip, coupled with the needy look in his eyes, made it hard to think. Knowing you and how unaware you were around him at first, there was no telling what his trigger was. “Y-yes. Tell me.”
“The first time I took you on a cruise. Imagine my reaction to seeing my beautiful best friend in a swimsuit I designed.” He kissed you and slowly let your lip go. “It looked so fucking good on you. All eyes were on you, but you only saw me.” He trailed a finger down your cheek. “That night, you laid beside me in bed. That’s when I found out you like to cuddle when you sleep. I barely got any sleep because I was too caught up in the way you were trying to wrap yourself around me. Too caught up in reminding myself why I shouldn’t roll you over and fuck you into the mattress.”
“Oh, fuck.” You swallowed, mouth suddenly dry. “You should have. I would have let you. I’ll let you do it now.”
“I know, baby.” His mouth moved closer to your ear, and he whispered, “I fully intend to take my time with you.”
Summary: You always loved Xiumin. Ever since you got to first perform with EXO, he was just it, for you. And after he got back from his military service, it looks like you were not the only one who wanted to confess a couple things.
You just couldn’t believe that it had been two years already.
The time passed so quickly, yet it felt like eternity.
Two years without Minseok, two long years.
You had time to think. And basically that is all you did.
While you did manage to get a couple phone calls from him, it wasn’t the same.
Wasn’t the same as having him in the same room.
Minseok took you off your feet with his incredible talent. He was one of the best singers you have ever met. Then you saw him dance. It was like a completely different person.
With you, Minseok was shy and kind, reserved and polite. But when he started dancing, he transformed into one of the sexiest people. He knew how to move.
You could only envy his dance partners.
Then, after the promotions of your collaboration with EXO, you became friends with all members. That is how you and Minseok got closer. You dared to call yourself one of his closest, and you started to develop these feelings.
Of course, you knew you needed to hide them, not because of the fans, but because of him.
You didn’t want to misunderstand his kindness and expect more out of situations that just weren’t what you thought they were.
Dinners between you two were nothing but friends meeting, they were never dates. And you knew that.
For a long time you were okay with that. But your feelings got stronger and stronger you could barely handle them anymore.
Then, just when you were about to have enough of the hiding, he told you he will leave to serve his 2 years in the military.
Deep down you knew this day would come. But you never thought it would come so soon.
And then, he left.
Of course, it didn’t mean you wouldn’t be in touch, but it was never the same as having him there.
During those years you finally gained some courage. You decided that your first meeting with him, you’d confess your feelings. No more holding back, all or nothing. You decided to put your heart out on a plate for him and then he can decide what he would like to do with it.
You were prepared for the best and for the worst case scenarios.
And when the day finally arrived, two years of courage were gone just like that.
All you needed to see was his smile. And it was all over for you.
He arrived to your place, you wanted to have peace and quiet so you decided to invite him over once he was free from his group and family welcome parties. Of course, you went to his big welcome back party, but you didn’t have time to talk with him privately as he was very busy, but you expected that to happen.
But now, he was over at your place so you could talk finally.
“I made some coffee,” you said as you gave him the mug, the coffee he always made you, you spent months perfecting.
“Thank you.” he was sitting in your balcony, the day was perfect to be spent on the balcony so you could have the sense that you are outside.
“I wanted to talk to you.” you both said at the same time and it made you laugh a little.
“You go ahead.” you said as you took a sip from your own drink.
“O-Okay, so, I had done a lot of thinking while I was away. My friends would say maybe a bit too much. But, that’s not the point. I was thinking about you, about us. Now I know you’d say we are friends, but...I don’t think I want to be just friends any longer.” he took a deep breath and finally looked at you, you were shocked. You didn’t know what to say.
You guessed Minseok took your silence as rejection since he suddenly stood up and apologized. You knew it was now or never, because if he leaves, you will never be able to explain this to him ever again. So, without thinking much you said.
“I also wanted to tell you that I see you more than a friend.” you said probably way to quickly, but you didn’t want him to leave. Not like this, not ever.
“You-Are you serious?” he looked shocked.
“Ever since we first met, sang together, I just knew...But I was too afraid to say anything. I didn’t want to lose you, so keeping you as a friend was enough, but not anymore, Minseok. I love you, and I’m sorry it took so long to admit.”
The two of you just stared at one another. Not sure what to do.
This was what both of you wanted. To be together, and yet, you were still afraid.
If it wasn’t for him to take a step and capture your lips with his, you’d be still standing there, staring at him. If it wasn’t for him to pull you close and look into your eyes, you’d be still alone.