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Saving Lives pt. 1 (M)

Pairing: Baekhyun x Reader

Genre: series, doctor!baekhyun au, fluff, angst, smut (in this chapter)

Word Count: 1,238

Summary: You’re about to start your internship in Seoul’s most prestigious hospital but before you devote your whole life to medicine, you decide to have one more night of freedom. But, what happens when that one night follows you to your job in the hospital? (inspired by Grey’s Anatomy)

A/N: Hello everyone! This is going to be a new series that we will be starting. It is highly influenced by the show Grey’s Anatomy. If some of you don’t understand some medical terms, don’t worry, I barely do and I am going to try my best to translate them and define them as best as possible. And I am going to try my best to be as accurate as possible. Hope you all like it.  ~admin L

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8, Part 9, Part 10

Part 1: 

I walk into the club glorified. Our last day of fun before we all start our first day as interns tomorrow. We worked our way up from medical school and now, we’re finally going to start working in a real hospital, through the residency program. One must be an intern first, work their way up to become a resident, and then choose a specialty, which they have to master, to become a surgical attending. My friends and I got accepted to Seoul’s top medical learning hospital where we will begin our internship tomorrow. That’s why we’re here, at a club, to celebrate our last day of freedom before medicine takes over our whole lives.

We go into a booth while Chen gets us drinks. I’m not really sure if drinking is the best thing to do when we have to treat patients the next day but, hey, we worked our asses off to get where we are. We might as well have a little fun.

Chen comes back with so many shots that soon enough, everyone’s on the dance floor, dancing and grinding with each other or with random strangers. I didn’t drink as much as everyone else because I want to at least enjoy and remember my last day of freedom.

After dancing with my friends, I begin to get hot and decide to go to the bar to get a drink.

I sit on a stool waiting for the bartender to make his way towards me. After about 10 minutes of waiting, I see him approach me and as I’m about to order my drink, someone behind me speaks.

“Two gin on the rocks.”

The bartender soon leaves to make the drinks, leaving without taking my order I’ve been waiting so long for. I’m so pissed off right now that I turn around to see who stole my order to scream at them… only to see a handsome man making his way to sit on a stool next to me. He’s undeniably breathtaking but he did do me wrong so I wasn’t going to give him the satisfaction of acknowledging that.

“Hey!”

He turns to look at me, with a smirk. Not so much a condescending smirk, more like he’s trying to stop himself from smiling too wide in an adorable way. 

“Hmm?” Gosh, why does he have to be so attractive? I’m not going to let this guy get to me. I regain my composure and try to remain confident.

“You stole my order.”

“No I didn’t,” he says simply, deep voice gravitating me.

“Yes, you did. I was just about to order when-”

“When I bought you a drink.”

I’m about to retort back when his words finally sunk in. I close my mouth not really knowing what to say. “Uh, thank you,” I say awkwardly, averting my eyes to my lap, too nervous to look at him as he chuckles.

“No problem.” I feel him stare at me, making me feel inferior for some reason. “What’s your name?” he asks, suddenly getting my attention.

I look up and let out a hand for him to shake. It’s the least I can do since he bought me a drink. “I’m Y/N.”

He takes my hand in his as expected but what I didn’t expect was for him to kiss the back of it, holding my gaze. I can feel a blush form on my cheeks. “I’m Baekhyun,” he says in a sultry tone.

I felt my face heating up as I removed my hand away from his grip, looking anywhere but him.

“What are you doing at a place like this?” asks Baekhyun, capturing my attention.

“I could ask you the same thing.”

He laughs a little too loudly, making me smile. Why? Why must he be so perfect? “I’m here because I’m bored. Your turn.”

I feel his intense stare boring into me, a smirk still plastered on his face.

Should I tell him the truth? I mean I don’t even know him. “I’m here for my friends birthday.” I technically wasn’t lying, we celebrated Chen’s birthday a few days ago.

“You don’t hit me as the type to be at clubs,” he says as he eyes me up and down, making me feel self-conscious.

I do the same, really taking a good look at him. He’s dressed well like he has a stable job and can afford to spoil himself. His brown hair lays flat on his head, almost covering his eyes, small and dark. He has a button nose and plump lips. For some reason, I seem to be captivated by his lips until the bartender sets the drinks down.

Baekhyun hands me one as I say a soft thank you. I take a sip of my drink as he begins speaking again, “So Y/N, what do you do?”

I don’t think it’s a good idea to tell him I’m going to be an intern at a hospital. Then he’ll judge me for clubbing the day before. So I lie, “I’m a teacher. What about you?”

“I work in medicine.” He probably works in pharmaceuticals. An actual doctor wouldn’t be at a club this late (but who am I to judge). “But I take care of dogs in my spare time.”

That got my attention. I love dogs and I love men that love dogs. “Oh really?” I say interested, my entire attention on him.

He explains his love for dogs and his hobbies and I soon find myself listening to stories about his childhood after 2 hours of talking.

“Wow, so you saved your teacher’s life?”

“Yeah. That’s why she gave me straight A’s for the rest of the year.”

I laugh wholeheartedly, letting myself go around him.

“But that’s enough about me. Tell me about you,” he says as I feel his hand land on my thigh. I would be lying if I said I wasn’t hoping he would make a move on me already. I played along, pretending not to notice.

“What do you want to know?”

“Umm, how about your likes and your dislikes?” His hand moves further up my thigh slowly.

“What you like in a person and what you don’t?” He continues, moving further up.

This time he leans into my ear as his hand inches upward, now hiking up my dress. “What makes you feel good and what doesn’t?” he whispers.

I gasp as he keeps his hand so high on my thigh. “You wanna get out of here?” he whispers in my ear.

He leans back a little, looking me in the eye, “unless you don’t want to.” He moves back, getting rid of his touch, giving me time to comprehend what’s happening.

“Y-yes,” I say softly, just enough for him to understand.

But that wasn’t enough. “What’s that baby girl? I can’t hear you. Tell me what you want.” He begins rubbing the inside of my thigh, giving me a chance to answer. I'm not sure what it was that gave me the confidence to speak, maybe it was the alcohol but I somehow managed to mutter the words lingering in my mind.

“I- uh, I want you to touch me.”

He smirks at my response, and it’s no longer that cute smirk, it’s a lingering smirk with something intriguing behind it.

He soon lets go of my thigh to grab my hand and drag me out of the club. Thank god I carpooled here, although I didn’t expect to go home with anyone, and yet here I am, in a car with someone I barely know, with so much sexual tension in the atmosphere.

What did I get myself into?

A/N: Well I hope you all like it so far. I’m going to probably update like every weekend, especially since school is starting soon. ~admin L

Saving Lives pt. 2 (M)

Pairing: Baekhyun x Reader

Genre: series, doctor!baekhyun au, fluff, angst, smut (in this chapter)

Word Count: 804

Warnings: smut, sex, swearing, you know the usual

Summary: You’re about to start your internship in Seoul’s most prestigious hospital but before you devote your whole life to medicine, you decide to have one more night of freedom. But, what happens when that one night follows you to your job in the hospital? (inspired by Grey’s Anatomy)

A/N: Sorry this chapter is shorter than the other, and this chapter is basically just smut but hey, who doesn’t like smut … anyways I will probably post two more chapters this week before posting only on weekends because I start school on Tuesday and its my senior year, so I need to take it seriously. anyways look forward to new chapters every weekend, pacific time zone ~admin L

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8, Part 9, Part 10

Part 2: 

We go back to my place because it’s closer. And that’s how we ended up half naked on my bed, clothes discarded on the way, with Baekhyun on top of me, kissing me passionately, straddling me.

“Mmm, Baekhyun,” I moan.

“Fuck, I love it when you say my name.” He slowly kisses down my neck, making sure to leave marks along the way, and briefly stops at my breasts. He reaches behind me and unclasps my bra, sliding the garment off of me before throwing it somewhere in the room. He leans in and gently licks my perking nipple before attaching his mouth to it, then fondling the unattended breast. I arch my back at the sensation. He looks up from my chest, “You like that baby?” “Yes,” I gasp. He does the same to the other breast, before moving down my stomach, to my most vulnerable place. He kisses my hip and down my thigh, making sure never to break eye contact. He slowly slides down my panties, causing a small whimper to escape my lips as I’m completely exposed to him. He kisses the inside of my thighs before spreading my legs, making his way up my core. His breath ghosts there for a while before he confidently licks up my folds. “Fuck,” I moan shamelessly. He then licks gently at my clit, looking up at my reaction. I arch my back in pleasure. He chuckles before attaching his mouth to my clit, sucking on it, causing me to moan louder than before. “Baekhyun, oh fuck-” He hums with satisfaction, causing vibrations to stimulate my clit. “Oh, God,” I whimper, gripping my sheets. “You like that baby girl? Hmm? You like it when I have my tongue on your delicious pussy?” “Y-yes, fuck. Please, do it again.” He chuckles, adding two fingers in me, causing me to scream in pleasure. He pumps his fingers at a steady pace while his tongue works on my clit. I run my hands through his hair, prompting him closer to my heat. I feel myself reaching the edge, breath becoming rigid and before I can reach my high, his fingers disappear and the sensation was gone. “Not yet baby girl.” He quickly moves to undo his pants while I reached in the bedside table for a condom. I turn back to find him naked, cock already hard with precum leaking. “Like what you see,” he chuckles. Instead of answering, I open the condom wrapper and wrap my hand around his member. He gasps at the contact, surprised by my bold actions. I smirk as he lets out obscene curses under his breath. I then slowly slip on the condom down his shaft and pump him a few more times. I slowly push him back so that he’s laying on his back while I get on top of him. I slowly begin to straddle his hips, eliciting moans from him. “Okay baby girl, you ready?” he asks, before lining himself up with my entrance. I nod, and then slowly lower myself on his shaft, moans escaping from both of us. We stay like this for a bit before I bring myself up, and settle back down, bouncing in a steady pace. He places his hands on my hips as he thrusts into me with more force at a faster pace. “Fuck, Baek,” I whimper. “Baby,” he coos. “You feel so good around my cock.” “God,” I lean my head back, exposing my neck. He leans in and begins sucking a bruise on my already abused neck. His thrusts start becoming messy, indicating his release is near. “Fuck baby girl, I’m close,” he says as he reaches between our bodies and starts rubbing my clit. “Oh shit, Baek!” “Come on, baby, cum for me,” he moans in my ear. After a few more thrusts, I begin to cum, pulling Baekhyun in for a kiss to quiet my moans. A few more thrusts and then Baekhyun is coming, moans being swallowed by my mouth as we ride out our highs. After a few seconds, he pulls out of me, gently lays me down on the bed before heading to the bathroom to throw away the condom. He comes back with a warm towel and begins cleaning me up, still out of breath. After he cleans himself up as well, he sets the towel aside, climbs back into bed, covers us both with a blanket before spooning me. He kisses the side of my head before mumbling a sleepy ‘Good Night.’ My eyelids slowly begin closing and next thing I know everything is black. That is until I hear my alarm ring, indicating it’s the next morning. I groan at the sound before abruptly opening my eyes, sitting up quick. My first day at the hospital …

A/N: I’m not sure when there will be another smut scene, just letting you all know. also thank you so much everyone who have been reading this series and anticipating it, shout out to that anon who sent me that amazing message ~admin L

Saving Lives pt. 3

Pairing: Baekhyun x Reader

Genre: series, doctor!baekhyun au, fluff, angst, smut (in later chapters)

Word Count: 1,981

Summary: You’re about to start your internship in Seoul’s most prestigious hospital but before you devote your whole life to medicine, you decide to have one more night of freedom. But, what happens when that one night follows you to your job in the hospital? (inspired by Grey’s Anatomy)

A/N: Okay so this chapter will have a lot of medical references and I tried my best to explain some of them. The ones I didn’t explain is because I thought they were self explanatory or not important enough for explaining. Anyways I hope you enjoy and message me if you have any questions.  ~admin L

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8, Part 9, Part 10

Part 3:

I look to my right to see a restless body sleeping with his arm around my waist. Crap, I don’t have time deal with him right now. Maybe if I go shower and get ready for work, he’ll leave on his own. I gather my clothes and head to the shower. After about 30 minutes of getting ready, I head back to my room to see Baekhyun still lying there.

I groan, climbing over to my bed and shake him lightly. “Baekhyun, Baekhyun,” I whisper softly.

“Hmm?” he groans, eyes still closed. “I have to go to work.” “Great, good luck,” he mumbles back, still sleeping. I run an exasperated hand through my hair. How does he not get what I’m trying to say? “Don’t you have to work too?” “Yeah, but in a little bit,” he says, finally opening his eyes and stretching. “Just stay for a bit, I’ll make you breakfast.” “I can’t, I’m almost late for my first day.” “It’s going to be your first-day teaching? Teaching what?” he asks, looking at me with his full attention. “Teaching?” That’s when I remember I told him last night that I was a teacher. “I’ll, uh, be teaching science.” “Oh, what kind of science?” God, why does he ask so many questions? “Listen, Baekhyun. We don’t have to do this.” “Do what?” “Pretend like we should get to know each other out of politeness. I’m probably never going to see you again after today so let’s just make things easier and go our separate ways now.” He seems taken aback a bit. “Oh, umm okay. Sure.” He gets out from under the covers and starts searching for his clothes. “Oh my god! Baekhyun!” I yell as I cover my eyes. “What? It’s not like you haven’t seen me naked before. Besides, you weren’t like this last night.” I don’t need to look at him to know he’s smirking. After he retrieves his clothes and belongings, I walk him to the front door. “I guess this is good bye then,” he says, facing me. “Yeah, it was nice meeting you,” I say awkwardly, not really knowing what to say in this situation. I guess you can say I was definitely surprised when he connected his lips to mine. It was all so quick that I didn’t have time to process what was happening before he broke the kiss and made his way to his car. After he left, I grabbed my bag with all my medical supplies in it, and a bagel and made my way to the hospital. ~ “You made it just in time,” says Chen, my best friend. “They’re all in here.” He leads me to a small surgical room where everyone is standing around and looking tentatively at their ‘competition.’ “Hello everyone.” Everyone looks at the man in a medical lab coat standing in the door way. “My name is Kim Junmyeon and I’m the chief of surgery in this hospital. But please, call me Chief Junmyeon.” Everyone gapes at him. No one thought that the chief of surgery would even have time to greet the interns, let alone be so young. “Today is a very important day, as you will begin your journey and by the end of it, only a handful of you will succeed. Look around, this is who you are competing with to have a spot in this hospital. Follow me and I will assign you all your resident supervisors.” We walk towards the locker room while he calls our names and assigns us our resident supervisor. The way this works is once we’re interns, we compete for a spot to be a resident, that is if you survive your internship. Only five out of the twenty interns here will move on to become residents after passing our residents exam. From there we work on getting our surgical license to become an official surgeon also known as attendings. The test to get our license will be one of the most difficult encounters ever. It’s an interview with a panel of prestigious, medical higher-ups that will ask a series of questions relating to certain medical situations and we must answer how we will go about them and how we will solve them. After that, they determine whether we are fit to become surgeons. But first, we should focus on passing our internships. “And our last group: Chen, Jihyo, Chanyeol, and Y/N,” called Chief Junmyeon. “You will be assigned to Dr. Kim Minseok. Okay everyone now get changed and go straight to your resident advisors.” We walk into the locker room and open our assigned lockers. We put in all our belongings and put on our lab coats and stethoscopes. “Are you nervous?” asks Chen. “A little,” I lie, I’m scared shitless. “I heard our resident advisor is tough.” Chen and I turn to the voice belonging to a tall, elf-like man with big eyes. “I’m Chanyeol, by the way.” He extends a hand for me to shake. I shake his hand, “I’m Y/N and this is Chen.” He shakes Chen’s hand and we begin walking to the reception area where our resident advisor should be. “How do you know how our resident is?” I ask Chanyeol. “I looked up everything last night. I was too nervous to sleep.” “How tough is he?” asks Chen. “Well everybody calls him the Nazi and almost none of his interns ever make it past a week. You have to have strong stamina in order to keep up.” I’m screwed. “That’s him,” Chanyeol whispers as we approach a young looking man with big eyes. He turns to look at us. “You must be my interns,” says Dr. Kim. “Yes, s-sir,” Chanyeol extends a hand. “It’s nice t-to meet you.” “Don’t kiss my ass. It won’t do you any good.” Chanyeol retracts his abandoned hand and begins apologizing. “Sorry, I’m late,” says a girl, almost out of breath. “What’s your name?” asks Dr. Kim, looking unamused. “Jihyo,” she whispers. Dr. Kim takes a step towards her, looking down at her intimidatingly. “No coming late, ever. Especially if you’re my intern. You will not only make me look bad but you will risk someone’s life if you’re not there on time, you got that?” “Y-yes, s-sir. I mean, Doctor. I mean, Dr. Kim.” He takes a step back and looks at all of us, “Good, now pick up your pagers and follow me.” We take our pagers from the counter behind him and follow him as he gives us a tour of the hospital. “So this brings me to my rules. I have five rules, memorize them. Rule number one, don’t kiss my ass, I already don’t like you all, you’re just an extra burden. Rule number two, run. Run at all times. You must keep in mind that every second counts. But you will be working from the bottom up, running labs, writing orders, work every second. Your first shift lasts 48 hours. This will determine whether you have the willpower to make it as a surgeon or not.” Dr. Kim walks into a room as we all follow, taking notes of everything he says. We look around to see beds everywhere. “This is the on-call room. This is usually where attendings sleep when they are in between runs. Which brings me to rule number three, if I’m sleeping, don’t wake me, unless your patient is dying. Rule number four, don’t kill your patient. If I get there and your patient is dead, you did not only kill someone, but you woke me up for no reason. Am I clear?” “Yes,” we all say in unison. “Good.” “What’s the fifth rule?” I ask. “What?” questions Dr. Kim. “You said there were five rules, but you only said four.” That’s when his pager begins ringing and he looks at the message. “Rule number five, when I move, you move.” He then begins taking off in a sprint as we follow.  We go to the entrance where the ambulances park. The doors open revealing a young girl in a gurney wearing an oxygen mask. The paramedics quickly take the girl towards the ER while we follow. “What do we have?” Dr. Kim asks the paramedics. “Min Hyorin, 18-year-old female. New onset seizures. Intermittent for the past week. I.V. lost in route. Started grand mal seizures as we descended.” We make it to the E.R. and everyone is dispersed, trying to become useful. Dr. Kim begins giving orders. “Okay Chen, get her on her side, Y/N insert 10 milligrams of diazepam I.M.” I stick the needle of diazepam I.M. in her arm and she immediately stops seizing. “Okay great,” says Dr. Kim. “Now I’m splitting you all up and making you all useful. Chen, you’re doing labs. Jihyo you’re doing patient work ups. Y/N, get Hyorin ready for a C.T. She’s your responsibility now. Don’t mess this up. Call me if you need something.” “Wait, what about me?” asks Chanyeol. “What am I going to do?” “You can do rectal exams,” says Dr. Kim as he walks away laughing. “Oh my god, dude,” laughs Chen. “You’re going to have your hand up asses all day.” “Shut up,” cringes Chanyeol as he walks away. ~ I’m walking around with Hyorin in her gurney trying to get her to her C.T. but I seem to be lost and she won’t stop talking. “I do rhythmic gymnastics and am one of the best in Korea, did you know that?” “No, I didn’t,” I say frustratingly. “Well I was until I sprained my ankle last week but I’ll soon be good as new so no one can beat my record.” “Great,” I say unamused. I didn’t become a doctor to hear patients rant about their lives. I finally got Hyorin to her room and sedated her for her C.T scan. “Excuse me,” says a woman by the door way. She’s with an older looking gentleman. I’m assuming these are her parents. “Is this Hyorin’s room?” “Yes, it is,” I motion for them to come in. “She’s sedated right now, but she’ll be up after her C.T. scan.” “We heard she’s going to need surgery,” asks her father. “What kind? What are the risks and what doctors will be proceeding?” I’m overwhelmed by these sudden questions that I don’t know the answers to. “I’m not necessarily her doctor, I’m just assisting with her procedure. I’ll go get her doctor for you.” I run out of the room and look for Dr. Kim. I soon find him by the reception looking at charts. “Dr. Kim?” He turns around, looking at me intimidatingly. “What?” “Hyorin’s parents are here and they have questions I don’t know the answers to. Do I ask you or Chief Junmyeon since he’s doing her surgery?” “Chief Junmyeon isn’t doing the surgery anymore,” he says as his pager rings, indicating another emergency. “He’s busy doing another one but check with the nurse. She should know who’s the new attending doing the surgery. I have to go,” he says as he jogs to the call. I walk up to the reception. “Excuse me, do you know the attending that’s doing Min Hyorin’s surgery?” I ask the nurse. “Just a minute,” she says as she searches it up on her computer. “That would be Dr. Byun, head of the neurology department,” says the nurse as she points to one of the doctors on the other side room. I look to see where she’s pointing at when I see a recognizable mop of hair. He’s looking down at a chart before he looks up and makes eye contact with me. My eyes widen in shock as I begin to panic when I see the recognition flash on his face and he begins to approach me. Crap, how is it that I end up working at the same place as Baekhyun? What are the odds? 

A/N: Please feel free to message me with comments about this or questions. And also feel free to request. ~admin L

Saving Lives pt. 4

Pairing: Baekhyun x Reader

Genre: series, doctor!baekhyun au, fluff, angst, smut (in later chapters)

Word Count: 1,976

Summary: You’re about to start your internship in Seoul’s most prestigious hospital but before you devote your whole life to medicine, you decide to have one more night of freedom. But, what happens when that one night follows you to your job in the hospital? (inspired by Grey’s Anatomy)

A/N: Sorry this took forever to post, but I did promise I would post on the weekend and it is the weekend. But from now on, I will only post on the weekend. I just started my senior year and it’s already hectic with homework. Like idk why teachers give homework on the first week but whatever, I have to deal with it. Anyways, hope you like this chapter. (p.s. Y/L/N stands for Your Last Name)  ~admin L

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8, Part 9, Part 10

Part 4:

I quickly turn around and begin to jog away, trying to avoid him. Unfortunately, I feel my arm being grabbed and I’m dragged into a vacant staircase as he closes the door behind him. “Let go of me, Dr. Byun.”

“Dr. Byun? Last night it was Baekhyun.” “Well, Dr. Byun, I think we should forget last night ever happened.” “What never happened?” he asks teasingly. “Us having sex or you throwing me out this morning because I would really like to remember both of those fond memories.” “No. There will be no memories. I’m not the same person I was at the bar.” “Right, because last night you were a teacher and now you’re a surgical intern,” he smirks. “I don’t understand why you didn’t tell me the truth, we could have gone to work together. Carpooled.” “Listen Baekhyun, that’s beside the point. We should forget this ever happened.” “You took advantage of me and now you want to forget about it?” he teases more. “I was drunk, vulnerable and good-looking and you took advantage of me.” I begin to smile, trying not laugh. “Okay, first of all, I was the drunk one, and second of all, you’re not that good-looking.” “You took advantage,” he says again. “I did not take advantage.” “Want to take advantage again? How about Friday night?” “No,” I say seriously. “You’re an attending and I’m your intern. This is inappropriate.” I look into his eyes and all I see is lust. “Don’t look at me like that.” “Like what?” he says, smirk still plastered on his face. “Like you’ve seen me naked.” He begins to laugh, making me more angry. “From now on, I will be Dr. Y/L/N and you will be Dr. Byun.” I shove a binder in his hands. “Here’s Min Hyorin’s chart, her parents have questions.” Before he can answer, I walk out the door, making myself useful. ~ I’m walking towards Hyorin’s room when Chen pulls me to the side. “Hey, so I just did Hyorin’s lab and it came out clear, there’s nothing that explains her seizures.” “Did you tell Dr. Kim?” I ask. “Yeah, but I thought I’d let you know since she’s your responsibility now.” “Ugh, don’t even remind me. She wouldn’t stop talking to me about her rhythmic gymnastics.” “That’s what you signed up for.” “Actually no I didn’t. I signed up to save her life, not to hear about her hobbies.” “It was in the fine print,” Chen teases. “Anyways, let’s go. It’s time for lunch.” We walk to the cafeteria, grab our hospital food (which is not that great but I’m starving so this will do), and sit on an empty table. “How’s your day been going?” I ask Chen. “It’s alright, just running labs. Nothing special. What about you? What have you been up to?” Oh, he has no idea. Like the fact that I slept with the guy who is the head of the neurology department. That means he’s the best brain surgeon in this hospital. That means that because this is the best hospital in Seoul, the capital of Korea, he is the best brain surgeon in Korea. Not only that, but he wants round 2 on Friday. So yeah, I guess nothing much happened. Regardless I told him, “I’ve just been taking care of Hyorin. That’s about it. She seizes every now-and-then but I just shoot her another 10 milligrams of diazepam, but lately, I’ve been needing to give her more dosages because she’s beginning to not respond. ” “Hey, mind if I sit here?” We look up to see Chanyeol hesitantly holding his lunch. “Yeah sure,” I say, pulling out a chair for him. “Thanks, I really need a break.” He slumps down in his seat. “I don’t understand how you can eat after all those rectal exams,” laughs Chen. Chanyeol rolls his eyes, “I’m going to need energy if I’m going to survive all 48 hours.” “I think we can do it,” I say optimistically. “I honestly think we’ll be the first group of interns of Dr. Kim’s that will pass the 48-hour trial.” “You say that now but you won’t be saying that on hour 30. That’s when it hits you,” says Chen. “Whatever Chen. As long as I outlast you, I’m good,” I tease. “Umm you guys,” we look up to see Jihyo with a sack lunch. “All interns are wanted in the board room.” “What for?” I ask. “I’m not sure, all I know is that everyone’s going there now.” We walk to the board room to see it crowded with interns, sitting around the long table. We move to sit in the front when the door abruptly opens causing everyone’s head to turn. In comes Baekhyun, I mean Dr. Byun, and Dr. Kim. They walk to the front of the room and I immediately regret my seating choice. I try to go unnoticed but when I look up, I see he’s already looking at me. He smirks and breaks eye contact before referring to the whole room. “Good afternoon everyone,” Baekhyun says. “I’m Dr. Byun, head of the neurology department here in Seoul Medical. I’ve asked you all here because there is something I need your help with, all of you.” He makes eye contact with me before speaking again. “Patient Min Hyorin is suffering from grand mal seizures and we’re not sure what’s causing it. She’s not responding to our meds, the labs are clean, the scans are pure. She has no visible cause. She’s a ticking time bomb, if I don’t make a diagnosis soon, she’s going to die.” Everyone becomes tense. This is our first day and we already have a potential death in our hands, especially mine. “But this is where you all come in,” Baekhyun says optimistically. “I can’t do it alone. I need your extra minds, I need your extra eyes. I need you all to help me find out why Hyorin is having seizures. I know you are all busy and have more work than you can possibly handle so I’m going to give you an incentive.” The room begins to fill with whispers. “Whoever figures out the diagnosis will get to scrub in with me. Hyorin needs surgery and you will do what no intern will ever get to do, scrub in and assist on an advanced procedure. Dr. Kim will hand you all Hyorin’s chart. The clock is ticking fast people. If we’re going to save Hyorin’s life, we have to do it soon.” With that, he walks out of the room, causing everyone to frantically run towards Dr. Kim to receive Hyorin’s chart. This is a chance of a lifetime. No intern ever gets to have the opportunity to scrub in on a surgery, let alone, assist. This is a job for residents and attendings. We only do labs, charts, and small ER cases like colds and fevers. I have to win, I have to get this surgery, I don’t care if Baekhyun’s going to be there. This is going to help me become the best surgeon I can be. I walk out of the room determined before Chen stops me. “Hey, wait. Let’s work on this together.” “Sorry Chen but I want the surgery.” “I know, so do I but if we work together, we can find the diagnosis sooner. Then, we both will have a better chance of getting that surgery. And besides, we have an advantage.” “And what’s that?” “You. You’ve been monitoring and charting all her data. You know her better than any intern here.” He’s right. I’ve had the most contact with her out of everyone in this hospital. “Okay, fine. Let’s go to the library.” ~ We go to the hospital’s library where all the medical books are at for reference. Doctors can come in here to refresh or research information they need on a diagnosis. Chen and I grabbed a bunch of books and sat on the floor at a secluded area, leaning against a bookshelf. “So it’s not anorexia, chronic renal failure, or acidosis,” says Chen while scanning a book. “And it’s not a tumor because her C.T came out clean.” I wasn’t really listening to what Chen was saying. I’m a little distracted by Baekhyun. It’s just weird knowing that he’s working at the same hospital and that he’s my superior. This is going to make my job a lot harder. “Are you even listening to me right now? What’s on your mind?” asks Chen frustratingly. “Nothing. It’s nothing. How about an infection?” “No, there’s no white count. And she has no C.T lesions, no fevers, nothing in her spinal tap.” He sees that I’m distracted again and aggravatingly puts his book to the side and faces me. “Okay, seriously what’s wrong?” Should I tell him? I mean he is my best friend and he won’t judge me, right? He knows I do some crazy shit sometimes so he shouldn’t be too harsh. “Okay, I’ll tell you but you have to promise not to tell anyone. And don’t make a big deal or react in a crazy way.” “I promise.” I take a deep breath and look at him. “I had sex with Dr. Byun. But it was before I knew who he was. It was last night after the club. So please don’t judge me or say anything.” He looks shocked, that he stills for about three seconds. Right when I think he’s about to scold me, he thankfully changes the subject. “What about an aneurysm?” I look at her chart. “No blood on the C.T and no headaches.” He runs a frustrated hand through his hair. “Okay, so no drug use, no pregnancy, and no trauma.” “I don’t know what else to look for,” I say defeated. “The poor girl’s going to die.” “I thought you didn’t like her that much.” “I don’t but she doesn’t deserve to die for it. I kind of feel guilty complaining about her rhythmic gymnastics.” Chen laughs, “what even is rhythmic gymnastics?” I chuckle lightly, “I don’t even know. But she’s apparently the best up until recently because she fell and sprained her ankle.” That’s when something clicks in my head. I stand up abruptly. Chen stands up too. “What is it?” asks Chen. “I know what’s wrong with her.” ~ We run around looking for Baekhyun when we see him getting into an elevator. We sprint before the door closes. Chen sticks his hand out, preventing the doors from closing. “Wait, Dr. Byun,” calls out Chen. The doors open. Baekhyun seems slightly frightened but composes himself quick. “Yes?” “Hyorin does rhythmic gymnastics,” starts Chen. “Good for her, but what does that have to do with anything?” “Even though she had no headaches and no neck pain, what if she has an aneurysm?” Chen continues. “There’s no medical proof or indicators of an aneurysm,” argues Baekhyun. “Her C.T was also clean.” “But the thing is she twisted her ankle a couple days ago when rehearsing-” The elevator began beeping, indicating that the doors have been open for too long. Baekhyun began getting frustrated. “Listen, I appreciate your hel-” “She hit her head when she fell,” I chimed in. This is the first time Baekhyun realized I was here. That got his attention so I continued. “When she went in for her ankle, doctors dismissed her head bump as nothing other than a minor fall.” “Do you know the chances of a minor fall causing an aneurysm?” began Beakhyun. “One in a million.” With that, the elevator doors closed and Baekhyun was gone. Chen and I turned around and begin making our way back to the library before the elevator doors opened again. Baekhyun steps out, smiling at us. “Let’s go,” he says. “Where?” I ask. “To find out if Hyorin is one in a million.”

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Saving Lives pt. 5

Pairing: Baekhyun x Reader

Genre: series, doctor!baekhyun au, fluff, angst, smut (in later chapters)

Word Count: 1,724

Summary: You’re about to start your internship in Seoul’s most prestigious hospital but before you devote your whole life to medicine, you decide to have one more night of freedom. But, what happens when that one night follows you to your job in the hospital? (inspired by Grey’s Anatomy)

A/N: I know I said I would post every weekend and I know I didn’t post last weekend but I’m super stressed because of school. I don’t have the time I want to be able to write so frequently but I’m not giving up on this fic. I really love it and I know many of you do, too, so I’m going to try my best to post and write. I received some really nice comments so far and I want to make you all proud. Anyways I hope you like this chapter. ~admin L

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8, Part 9, Part 10

Part 5: 

We’re in the EEG room to run an electroencephalogram. This checks peoples’ brain activity and in this case, it will check if Hyorin has an aneurysm. We see the scan through a screen and search for what we’re looking for. Everything seems normal, waves circulating like usual, when suddenly, we see what seems to look like a thick blood clot on the monitor. “Well, I’ll be damned,” states Baekhyun. “There it is. It’s small but it’s there, a subarachnoid hemorrhage.”

“She’s bleeding into her brain,” I say. “Exactly,” says Baekhyun, turning to look at me. “Let’s go.” He begins to walk out as Chen and I follow. “It just took one tap in the right place and-” “it explodes,” I chime in. “Right! Now I can treat it.” He stops in front of the nurse’s counter and asks for Hyorin’s chart. “You two did a great job by the way, and I would love to stay here and kiss your asses but I have to tell Hyorin’s parents about the surgery.” He begins filling in the chart when Chen chimes in. “Wait you said if we figured it out one us would get to scrub in.” “Oh right. I’m sorry I can’t take both of you as much as I want to so Y/N, I’ll see you in the O.R. Get ready.” With that Baekhyun walks away towards Hyorin’s room. I turn to Chen to see him storm off angrily. “Wait, Chen!” I follow him into the on-call room and shut the door behind me. He’s pacing back and forth angrily. “Leave.” “No- Chen listen. I’m sorry. I’ll tell him I don’t want to do the surgery-” “Don’t do me any favors. I don’t need your pity.” “I’m not pitying you. Listen, you can have the surgery, I don’t want it if-” He turns to look towards me and steps forward so that he’s face to face with me. “If what? If you slept with our boss in order to get it.” I freeze, taken aback by this. He seems to realize what he said by the way his eyes soften. “Y/N- I’m sorry. I didn’t mean-” “Fuck you,” and with that, I storm off towards Baekhyun’s office. I step into his office and see him write something, probable finalizations for Hyorin’s surgery. I cough, getting his attention. He looks up and smiles. “Oh, hi Y/N. I’m almost finished with this. What’s up?” I sit down on the chair in front of his desk and look him in the eye. He seems to sense my seriousness so he fixes his composure. “What is it?” “Did you pick me to do the surgery because we slept together?” “No.” “Well then why did you pick me?” “Do you doubt yourself as a doctor to think that you were not the best qualified for this surgery?” “No, I mean-” “I picked you because I knew you were the one who solved the mystery of Hyorin’s seizures, not Chen. Yes he may have helped but you were the one who spent the most time with her. Who else would have known that she does rhythmic gymnastics or that she fell?” He’s right. I look down and feel myself slowly smile. He continues, “You were with her since the beginning so you deserve to be there for her until the end.” “Thank you,” I whisper. “What for?” I look up at him smiling. “For not picking me because I slept with you.” He chuckles, “That’s what I’m here for. Now go get ready for the surgery.” I stand up and walk towards the door. “Y/N,” I hear him call out. “Hmm?” “Don’t doubt your abilities again. You’re a good doctor, don’t forget it.” I nod shyly and make my way out. ~ I’m in the prep room, getting ready for the surgery. I’m in light blue scrubs, with the same colored cap (to hold in my hair) and mask. I wash my hands and then put on gloves. I’m slightly nervous but just knowing that Baekhyun’s going to be there every step of the way makes me feel sort of at ease. I enter the O.R (operation room) and see that everyone’s in place. Baekhyun sees me and his eyes crinkle, indicating that he’s smiling behind the medical mask. “Alright everybody,” he begins. “It’s a beautiful day to save lives. Now let’s get to it.” ~ The surgery just finished after three hours, past midnight, and it was amazing. I watched everything happen from up close and not only that but I helped sew Hyorin’s scalp back on. I know that sounds gross but as a surgeon, it was phenomenal. I had such a thrill being in there like a real surgeon. This will be my life one day, saving lives, having the chance to revive someone, allowing them to be a better version of themselves. I exit the O.R after cleaning myself, getting rid of all the blood soaked material. I’m really tired, it’s hour 30 of our 48 hour trial. I have nothing assigned for now so I make my way to the on-call room to take a nap. As I make my way, Chen comes into my line of vision. He sees me and I stop in my tracks and slowly begin to back away. Unfortunately, he catches up to me and holds onto my shoulder. “Wait, Y/N,” he pleads. “Please, let’s talk.” “I have nothing to say to you.” “Well I do, so please just hear me out.” I can tell he won’t let me slip away. “Fine.” I begin walking to the on-call room as he follows and closes the door behind him. I sit on one of the beds waiting for him to begin speaking. “Listen, I’m really sorry about what I said earlier,” he began. “It was out of line and I was just angry that you got the surgery and I didn’t. I shouldn’t have said what I said. I didn’t even bother to think that you probably deserved it more than I do and I just blurted out nonsense.” I’m still angry at him for what he said. He’s my best friend yet what he said really hit below the belt. “Because of you, I began to doubt myself as a doctor. I honestly thought I didn’t have the potential to get that surgery fair and square and you just made me feel like shit, Chen. And using that information I told you against me really hurt.” “I know and I’m sorry. You have no reason to forgive me but I truly regret what I said. I hate myself for it.” He seems like he genuinely regrets everything. It breaks my heart a little to see him like this. So I say, “it’s fine. I forgive you.” “Really? Oh my god. Thank you!! I’m so sorry again-” “It’s okay Chen. You don’t need to apologize again.” I stand up and give him a hug. I can never stay mad at him. While we’re hugging, the door opens to reveal a sleepy Baekhyun. His eyes widen when he sees me in Chen’s embrace. His eyes soon flash in anger and he begins to turn around. “Baekhyun, wait!” I remove myself from Chen and try to grab Baekhyun’s arm but he stormed off before I could reach him. “Crap,” I mutter under my breath. I go back into the on-call room and lay on one of the beds to take a nap before Chen speaks again. “Aren’t you going to go after him?” I turn around, to see him lying on the bed across from me. “No.” “Why not?” “Because we’re just coworkers.” “That’s not how coworkers react to seeing other coworkers hug.” I stay quiet, not really knowing what to say so he continues. “He obviously likes you. If he wanted you only for sex, he wouldn’t care who you were with, but he’s angry over a hug. And besides, it’s obvious you like him too.” “What? No, I don’t,” I say defensively. “Yes, you do. Why else did you try to go after him? ‘Baekhyun, wait!’” he says, mimicking me. “Shut up,” I groan turning around so that I’m facing the wall and begin falling asleep. ~ “Congratulations everyone,” says Dr. Kim. “You are my first group of interns that passed the 48-hour trial. And congratulations Y/N for getting to scrub in on a surgery. Go home and get rest, all of you. You deserve it. Make sure to be back by Wednesday. It’ll be even harder from now on.”

We are dismissed for today and it’s needless to say that I feel accomplished. I did it. This is one of the biggest obstacles of becoming a doctor. More than half the interns didn’t make it but it’s great to see that my group did. We come out of the locker room and walk towards the front door. “We did it,” says Chen in relief. “Yeah, we did,” I say. “I think I like it here,” says Chanyeol. “Even with all those asses you treated?” jokes Chen. “Shut up, Chen.” We all laugh until I notice something. “Hey wait, where’s Jihyo?” “I’m not sure. She probably forgot something in there,” says Chen. “I never really got the chance to talk to her. I feel kind of bad,” I admit. “Me either,” admits Chanyeol. “But that’s because she’s too distracted by Dr. Byun.” I freeze at the sound of his name. Chen seems to notice my uncomfortableness so he asks, “what do you mean she’s distracted by Dr. Byun?” “Well she sat next to me during the interns meeting where we discussed Hyorin’s seizures. And she said she finds Dr. Byun really attractive and that she was going to try and get the surgery so she could get closer to him.” Chanyeol then put his arm around me and says, “But Y/N here got the surgery instead.” I’m not sure how I feel about this. I shouldn’t feel anything, right? I mean, we’re nothing to each other besides coworkers. But I can’t help but feel this pang of jealousy that bubbles in me. I say goodbye to the boys and get in my car to head back home. This has been an exhausting day. I need to rest as much as I can before I start work again.

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EXO reacting to you burning yourself

A/N: I’m sorry I haven’t done many of these and I’ve been putting this one off for a while but I thought this request was really adorable. Anyways reactions take a lot of time to make and I personally don’t have enough time to make them because of school but feel free to request them. They’re fun to make. ~admin L

Xiumin: Oh my god, baby!! Be more careful. I’m not worth getting burned for. Just leave it alone and we’ll order take out. 

Luhan: Awww, baby don’t cry. I’ll make you feel better (gif). I’ll make you dinner, you just rest. 

Suho: Oh no, that looks like a really bad burn. Wait, no don’t cry, it doesn’t look that bad, I swear. Oh, you’re crying about the food. Oh that’s fine, I’ll make you more food, don’t worry. 

Lay: *ignore the subs* Was that a crash?? What’s happening? Is Y/N trying to cook again? I smell something burning.

Baekhyun: Don’t worry babe, we can just live off of pepero. Who needs to know how to cook when we have an unlimited supply of pepero...

Chen: Oh no, is the food okay? I mean are you okay? Sorry I’m just really hungry. You know what, I’ll get the first aid kit and then we’ll order take out. How does that sound?

Chanyeol: I’m sorry, it’s not that funny, please don’t cry. I’ll make you food just please don’t cry. 

D.O: I keep telling you to let me cook but you won’t listen. How many times do you have to get burned in order for you to understand that I’m the one who cooks. Go to the bathroom, I’ll get the first aid kit. 

Tao: Don’t worry babe, I’ll kiss you all better. Let me heal you with my kisses. It’ll be alright, don’t cry.

Kai: Okay now, lets see your burns. I told you to be careful but you didn’t listen. Don’t worry about the food, I got it, just focus on healing. 

Sehun: Oh my god, you just fell (laughs like in gif). The ramen is all over the place. Wait are you crying? 

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Saving Lives pt. 8

Pairing: Baekhyun x Reader

Genre: series, doctor!baekhyun au, fluff, angst, smut (in later chapters)

Word Count: 3,323

Summary: You’re about to start your internship in Seoul’s most prestigious hospital but before you devote your whole life to medicine, you decide to have one more night of freedom. But, what happens when that one night follows you to your job in the hospital? (inspired by Grey’s Anatomy)

A/N: I’m so soooooooorry!! I know I said I would update soon especially because I had winter vacation but I had writers block and I got really distracted but I’m updating now and I don’t have writers block anymore, aye. I also have some great news and for those of you that actually read the Author’s Note, I got a full-tuition scholarship to my dream university! So now I don’t have to worry about college apps or acceptance letters, or finding a way to pay for tuition cause its all paid for. Well anyways back, to the story, ENJOY! (oh and btw I didn’t proof read because I wanted to get this on here ASAP so sorry if there are any mistakes, I’ll fix them when I can)

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8, Part 9, Part 10

Part 8: We’re in the bar, sitting at a round table, our drinks in front us, talking about the dumbest things ever. “But I swear that patient was hitting on me,” says Chen confidently.

“No she wasn’t,” contradicts Chanyeol. “Her asking you for more morphine is not flirting.” Chanyeol and I burst into laughter as Chen turns red and tries to convince us even further. “What’s so funny?” We all turn around to the voice and came into contact with Baekhyun and Dr. Kim. “Dr. Byun, you made it,” said Chen awkwardly. “Please, call me Baekhyun outside of the hospital and I hope you don’t mind but I invited Minseok to join us.” “Who’s Minseok?” asks Chanyeol. “I’m Minseok,” says Dr. Kim. We’ve never heard anyone refer to him by his first name so hearing it for the first time was a little weird, probably even more so since we’ve had a bit to drink. “Since we’re outside of the hospital you can call me Minseok but if you dare call me that in front of my colleagues, I will make sure none of you see the inside of an O.R. again. Understood?” “Yes s-sir,” we all mutter. “Be easy on them Minseok,” says Baekhyun. “You’re only a couple of years older than them. Let’s sit.” Baekhyun and Minseok take a seat, Baekhyun making sure he takes the seat next to me. He looks at me innocently and smiles with all his teeth making me scoff, bringing my attention to the group. It’s awkward and quiet, no one is saying anything. I sip my drink hoping someone starts the conversation. Luckily, Chanyeol speaks first. “So, how’s everyone doing?” I suddenly feel a hand on my thigh and I know exactly who’s it is. “I’m doing much better,” says Baekhyun with a smirk. “I’d be better if I had a drink,” remarks Minseok. I stand up immediately, trying to remove myself from this awkward encounter and from Baekhyun. “I’ll go get them. We all need refills anyways.” “I’ll help her,” says Baekhyun. I inwardly curse at myself and turn towards the bar. “What are you doing Baekhyun?” I say as we walk towards the bar. “What? I’m just here having drinks with my date’s friends.” “I’m not your date.” “I was talking about Chanyeol.” I burst into a fit of laughter at the sudden joke. I see him smile at his own joke. His smile is not too bad. I wouldn’t mind seeing it all day. Maybe he’s not so bad. Maybe I should give him a chance. We get to the bar and wait for the bartender to attend us. “Deja vu,” Baekhyun turns to face me. “Shut up,” I roll my eyes, knowing he’s remembering about the first time we met at the bar of a club. “Hey Y/N,” says the bartender. “Hi, Jisoo,” I smile politely at him. “Can I get a round of 5?” “Anything for you,” he winks and then disappears to get my order. “Who the hell was that?” asks Baekhyun annoyingly. “The bartender? He serves us drinks,” I say as if it’s obvious. “Yeah, but how does he know you?” “We come here a lot.” Before Baekhyun can say anything else, Jisoo comes back with our drinks. “Here you go. Do you need help caring it to your table?” Before I can say anything, Baekhyun swoops over and grabs the tray of drinks from Jisoo’s hands. “No, I got it.” Baekhyun begins walking over to the table, leaving me behind. “Is he your boyfriend or something?” asks Jisoo. “No. It’s complicated,” I say embarrassed. “Oh so you like him?” he smirks. “What?! No!” I blurt out. He looks at me with questioning eyes that know I’m lying. “Okay fine, I do.” He chuckles, “He seems like a good guy. If he’s jealous, then that means he truly cares for you.” “Yeah, I know.” “Is he also a surgeon?” “Yeah.” “See, you two already have something in common. You should give him a chance.” “That’s the thing, Jisoo. He’s my boss.” He seems taken aback by this new information but nonetheless keeps his calm composure. “Ohhh, I get it. Well, I still think you should give him a chance. And he’s not so bad looking. He’s not as pretty as me but he’ll do.” All of a sudden, Jisoo’s eyes seemed to be intrigued by something behind me because his smile gets wider. “You should bring him over more often by the way. I like messing with him.” At that, I feel a hand on the small of my back. I turn to see Baekhyun eyeing Jisoo suspiciously. “The group’s wondering where you are. We should go.” “Fine,” I stand. “I’ll see you later, Y/N,” smirks Jisoo. I try to wave at him but is quickly pulled away towards the group by Baekhyun’s firm hand on my waist. As we’re walking towards the group, I try to remove Baekhyun’s hand off of me. “Baekhyun, let go. I don’t want the others to see us.” His hand tightens around my waist. “Well I do,” his voice much deeper now. “I want everyone to know you’re mine.” “I’m not yours. I’m my own person, now let go.” I try to remove his hand again but he won’t budge. His anger and possessiveness seem to be blurring his reason. I have to do something before people see us. I abruptly push him to the side out of the view of the group, catching him off guard. We’re now at a dark part of the bar near the dart board. “What the hel-” Before he can finish his sentence, I wrap my arms around his neck and drag his head lower to kiss him on the lips. He’s in complete shock at first, lips firm and still but then melts into the kiss, wrapping both of his arms around my waist. I break the kiss slowly before my lungs give out. I look at him as his eye flutter open. He’s blushing now, so I know the old playful Baekhyun is back. “Are you okay now?” I say quietly, our faces still in close proximity. He nods slowly, cheeks still tinted pink. “Good, now let’s go back to the group.” I get out of his embrace and grab his hand as I drag him towards the group. Once we get back into the vision line of the group, I let go of his hand, making me feel weirdly empty. When we return to the table, we encounter a giggly Chen, a confused Chanyeol and an irritated Minseok and they’re not even drunk yet. “Wait so if you’re from Canada, then why don’t you have an accent?” asks Chanyeol Minseok rolls his eyes and chugs his beer to avoid the stupid question. “So what’s going on?” I ask as if nothing happened. “Nothing, we’re just getting to know our resident supervisor,” says Chen, causing Minseok to pinch his nose in annoyance. “We were planning on playing darts once you came. You down?” “You know I suck at darts.” “That’s what makes it more fun,” laughs Chen. “Remember when you accidentally stabbed that scary guy with a dart but then he forgave you because you-” “Okay,” I interrupt Chanyeol before he can finish that embarrassing story. I look towards Baekhyun already looking at me with his brows raised wondering what the story is about. Before he can open his mouth to speak, I blurt out: “Let’s play darts.” “For money,” says Chen. “Baekhyun, Minseok, are you in?” “I’m down,” says Baekhyun. He looks at Minseok and he shakes his head no. “Fine, then you’ll be the ref.” “Should we have teams?” suggests Chen. “I call Y/N,” blurts out Chanyeol. “Why if she sucks?” asks Chen. Chanyeol seems a little taken aback by the question, especially with everyone staring at him. “I- uh, don’t want her to feel left out when no one picks her.” “Hey!” I accuse. “Are you saying no one wants to pair up with me?” “That’s exactly what he’s saying cause it’s true,” says Chen. “I want her on my team,” says Baekhyun nonchalantly. “I won’t mind teaching her and then splitting the money once we win.” “Oh you’re on pretty boy,” says Chen. He gets up and pulls Chanyeol to his feet. “Let’s go Chanyeol, we’re gonna win brain surgeon and his girlfriend here and strip them of their money.” I freeze at the name and Baekhyun must have noticed because he’s smirking at me. He holds out what I presume to be a friendly hand and I take it nonetheless as he takes me to the dart board where Chanyeol and Chen are practicing. “Okay so there’s going to be five rounds and at every round, each person gets two tries,” says Minseok. “At each round, everybody puts in five dollars and it’s winner takes all. I’ll be keeping track of the score.” “Got it,” says Chen. “We’ll go first.” Everyone stands to the side as Chen gets ready for his turn. He has two darts in his hand and is eyeing the dart board, mumbling some words to himself. We stand here watching him for quite some time now and I begin getting impatient. “Just hit it, Chen,” I say with a sigh. He looks at me with threatening eyes but nonetheless grabs a dart and throws it at the board then does the same with the other dart. He makes both darts a couple inches away from the bullseye causing him to curse under his breath. Next is Chanyeol and he basically gets the same score as Chen, receiving a smack in the head from his angry partner. Now it’s our turn. Baekhyun steps up first. He concentrates at the dart board, swings his hand back and throws the dart. He makes in centimeters away from the bullseye, closer than Chen and Chanyeol. He does the same with his other dart and makes it around the same place as his last dart. He turns towards me and motions me over. I walk towards him slowly, eyeing him suspiciously. He grabs my hand and places two darts in them. He then grabs my hips and positions then firmly against his body, my back against his chest. Caught off guard by his confidence, I don’t notice the confused murmurs from the others. He puts his arms over mine and begins giving me a walk through of how to throw the dart. “Okay look at the board,” he says against my ear, quiet enough only for me to hear. “Just focus on the bullseye. Then swing back loosely.” He grabs my wrist and swings my arm at the pace he wants. “Then let go when you feel ready.” I turn to face him, bad idea now that our faces are really close to proximity. I look him in the eyes and almost forgot my question until he hummed, waiting for me to say something. “Umm, how do I know when it’s the right to time to throw?” “You’ll just know,” he simply says. “Now let’s try it.” He repositions my hips, leaving tingles on the places where his hands have been. “I’m gonna help you with the swinging and  then you let go, okay?” I nod obediently and begin to swing my arm. I’m more nervous than I should be for a game of darts. Maybe it’s because of the money? Or maybe it’s because of how close Baekhyun is, his breath on my neck, giving me goose bumps with his arms around me. It could also be the suspicious looks and murmurs coming from the people looking at us. All of a sudden, my thoughts are interrupted by Baekhyun’s voice in my ear. “Throw when you’re ready.” I nod and take a deep breath. Okay, I can do this. After two swings I let go of the dart. I close my eyes as soon as I hear it hit the board, too scared to see the score and ruin the chances of Baekhyun and I winning. All of a sudden I hear screams of “What!?” and open my eyes to see that I hit the bullseye. I turn around slowly to see Chen screaming at Chanyeol and Chanyeol almost crying. I then turn to see Baekhyun’s head back, laughing at them and their failure. “How the hell did she get a bullseye?” yells Chen. He turns to me and then turns to Chanyeol. “I want to change partners.” He walks over and pushes me out of the way to face Baekhyun. “I want you as my partner. Hold me like you held Y/N.” We all burst into laughter at his desperateness and Baekhyun’s uncomfortable face. I go in between Baekhyun and Chen and place a hand on Chen’s chest. “Too bad Chen, he’s mine. Go back and apologize to Chanyeol.” He mumbles something under his breath and walks back to Chanyeol. I suddenly feel hands snake their way around my waist and a breath on my ear. “So I’m yours, huh?” I soon realize what I had said and feel the blush creep onto my face. “N-no. I mean as in dart partners. Don’t go assuming things.” He chuckles in my ear. “Whatever you say, babe.” I shove him off of me so that we won’t get any suspicious looks. “Okay let’s just continue the game,” I say. We continue on with the game and Chen and Chanyeol soon catch up, causing each of them to send a devious smirk. It’s the last round and everyone has gone besides me. We’re three points down and it’s up to me to win. I have two tries, it shouldn’t be that hard. I stand in front of the board, getting ready to throw. I aim and just as I throw the first dart, Chen screams in my ear causing the throw to come out chaotic and miss the board completely. “What the hell Chen!! That’s cheating!” I yell. I turn to Minseok, “ref, I request their disqualification.” “What?” yells back Chen. “That wasn’t against the rules. They said I can’t touch you while you were playing but they never said I couldn’t yell.” “He’s right, sorry,” said Minseok. “Fine.” I go back to my spot and try to concentrate, but then I get an idea. I turn to Baekhyun, lean into his ear, and whisper. Chen and Chanyeol look alarmed at first trying to hear what I’m saying. I soon back away as Baekhyun nods. He walks behind Chen and covers his mouth, embracing Chen’s flailing arms with his free one. Chen is squirming but can’t break out of Baek’s embrace. “That’s cheating,” exclaims a frightened Chanyeol. “No, it’s not,” I smirk. “He’s not the one playing so Baekhyun’s allowed to touch him. And wasn’t it Chen that said he wanted Baek to hold him.” Minseok and I begin laughing while I bring my attention back to the board. “I trust that you won’t try anything Chanyeol,” I say without looking away from the board. I position myself to throw the final dart. I breathe in and out. Okay, I can do this. Just throw. And with that, I let go of the dart to see it hit the bullseye directly. I scream in victory and run towards Baekhyun. He coming towards me as well and I jump in his arms and kiss him straight on the lips. He’s surprised at first, eyes wide and lips firm but he then relaxes and leans into the kiss, his arms wrapping around me further. “What’s going on?” says Chanyeol shockingly and I soon realize how wrong Baekhyun and I must look right now. I lean away from his face and he puts me down, his arms still around me. I try to get out of his embrace but he won’t budge. Chanyeol repeats the question more persistently than before. Before I can make up an excuse, Baekhyun speaks. “Y/N and I are dating.” Chanyeol’s mouth opens in shock and he looks around to see Chen and Minseok calm. “How are you two calm about this?” “I kind of already knew,” says Chen. “Me too,” says Minseok. “What?! How?!” “Y/N’s my best friend. She tells me everything,” says Chen. “Baekhyun confided in me with this information,” says Minseok. Baekhyun coughs as if offended by something. Minseok rolls his eyes and speaks again. “I guess we’re like best friends too.” “What?” says Chanyeol out of breath. He seems to be taking the news really badly. “I- uh, I need to use the restroom.” With that he storms to the restroom, leaving us in awe. “I’ll go check up on him,” says Chen. Chen walks over to where Chanyeol headed. I untangle myself from Baekhyun’s embrace and make my way to where Minseok is at. I pull out a chair and slump down as I put my head in my hands and let out a huge sigh. This could not have gone any worse. As I think about how to fake my own death, I hear the chair next to scrape against the floor and feel an arm around me. “Are you okay?” asks Baekhyun softly. I lift my head up and look at him aggravatingly. “Am I okay? What do you think Baekhyun!? I told you this was going to happen! You should have never said anything,” I yell at him. “Then when?!” he yells back. “What?” “When will we tell people about us? I don’t want to keep this a secret forever! It was going to happen sooner or later and I chose sooner.” “This isn’t only about you, Baekhyun! This is my relationship too! You should also have my consent when you want to tell people about us.” “YOU-” “SHUT UP!” interrupts Minseok. We both look at him quietly and it seems like he’s blowing steam. “Shut. Up. Stop fighting. I’m too drunk and tired for this,” he says. We blink at him, too scared to say anything. He notices he has our attention so he continues. “Baekhyun, you should have consulted with Y/N first before blabbing about your relationship. Y/N you can’t keep it to yourselves forever. You have to consider Baekhyun’s feelings too. Now that it’s settled. Shut up and make up.” We’re both still in frozen shock, staring back at Minseok. He seems to notice and rolls his eye before barking “NOW!” We both jump and turn towards each other. “I’m sorry,” I mumble. “I’m sorry too,” Baekhyun says back. “Can we please just keep this relationship between people that we really trust?” I say. Baekhyun gives me a disappointed look before I add, “at least until we become more serious.” He then smiles and nods his head fast, like a puppy. I laugh and lean in to give him a kiss. He smirks into the kiss before a cough interrupts us. We back away to see Chen looking down at us. “Umm, Y/N can I talk to you?” “Yeah,” I mutter. I untangle myself from Baekhyun’s embrace and get up to follow Chen to a more secluded part of the bar. “What’s up? Where’s Chanyeol?” I ask worriedly. “He left.” “He left?!” “Yeah.” “Why?” “Because he likes you.” “Wh-what?” “That’s why he took the news rather oddly. He told me that he liked you since the first day at the hospital. He couldn’t stand to see you and Baekhyun together so he left.” “Crap. Do you think he’s going to tell people?” I ask. Chen’s brows furrow. “Are you kidding me? That’s not what’s important right now. What you really have to worry about is how Chanyeol’s feeling and how you're going to make it up to him.” “You’re right. I’m being selfish right now.” Chen places a comforting hand on my shoulder and sighs. “It’s fine. I’m sure he’ll forgive you and everything will go back to normal.” “I sure hope so.”

A/N: Well, tell me what you think. Send me messages, I love when you all send me stuff. 

Into You (M)

Pairing: Luhan x Reader (feat. Sehun)

Genre: AU, one shot, angst and some fluff but mostly smut, A LOT of smut

Word Count: 3,254

Summary: Based on the music video for “Into You” by Ariana Grande. 

Request: Can u do a Luhan AU based on ariana’s mv “into you”??? 💓💓💓

A/N: Hi everyone! I’m finally posting! I’ve been meaning to write this for the longest and this was one of my favorite requests to write. Thank you so much anon for requesting this and sorry it has taken me forever but here you go (oh and btw I didn’t proofread this cause I wanted to update something this weekend ASAP so sorry for the mistakes). ~admin L

Your eyes strain at the flashing lights of the cameras as your boyfriend pulls you close in order to display a romantic view for the paparazzi.

“Smile, you’re making us look bad,” whispers Sehun, leaning away from your ear, looking like he just gave you a kiss on the cheek, fooling anyone whose eyes were on you. You pretend like you love him and that you only have eyes for him as you turn to face him with an adoring smile for the cameras. But your vision soon came to line with the man on the sidelines of the red carpet, staring at you with jealous yet calm eyes. You smile a closed-mouth smile at him hoping to calm his angry demeanor. That seems to work because he smiles back at you.

Your time on the red carpet is over as you walk off to make room for the other celebrities. Immediately Sehun let’s go of you, allowing you to relax outside of his touch.

About a year ago, your company thought it was a good idea for you to have a boyfriend so they contacted Sehun’s company, making a deal with them which sprouted your fake relationship with him. They thought that all those love songs you sing will have more of an effect if they were directed towards someone specific.

But they were, just not Sehun. You make eye contact again with the dashing man on the sidelines as he made way for both of you and then followed suit. He stood by your side because that was Luhan’s job as your security guard. He skims his hand against yours as you walk to the venue of the award show, making shivers run down your spine. He has an intense effect on you even with the slightest touch. He knows what he does to you, yet he can’t indulge in your reaction in public because you have a boyfriend that isn’t him, at least to the rest world. As you approach the entrance of the venue filled with fans, Sehun is by your side again, holding you close by the waist, away from Luhan. Luhan notices his hands on you and his blood begins to boil, yet he can’t do anything about it.

“Hey man, do you mind keeping a distance between us and the fans?” Sehun asks Luhan as he sees a group of girls approaching you all. “I don’t feel like dealing with them today.”

You turn to him and frown. “You never feel like dealing with them. They just want to meet their idol.”

“Well then they can meet you cause I’m not signing anything,” he scoffs. “I’m at this stupid award show because of you anyways.”

“Shut up,” you retort. “You’re getting good publicity anyways.”

Soon the girls approach you with big hopeful smiles as they wait to meet you both before the show starts. Luhan prevents them from getting any closer as he makes a human barrier using his arms and body. Sehun gives you an emotionless kiss on the cheek as he let’s go of you to makes his way into the venue. The girls mutter in disappointment as Sehun makes his way past them without a glance. But they soon turn their excitement back to you, asking you for pictures and autographs. You touch Luhan’s shoulder, indicating him to make way so you can interact with the fans.

“Y/N, you look so pretty tonight,” says one of the fans.

“Thank you so much,” you smile as you sign her album.

“You and Sehun look perfect together,” says another fan.

“Thank you. That means a lot,” you lie.

“Is this your bodyguard?” a fan motions towards Luhan. “He’s really cute.”

A roar of giggles and agreements erupt from the fans. You look back at Luhan blushing from the sudden attention. “He is pretty cute, isn’t he?” you say, teasing further.

“Why isn’t Sehun here?” asks another fan.

You look up and smile at her apologetically. “He’s not feeling so well today so he went to go take a seat.”

The fans mutter in understanding and you go back to taking more pictures and signing more autographs.

After a couple of minutes, they announce that the award show will begin soon so everyone should take their seats. You depart from the fans with Luhan and make your way into the venue.

Luhan places a hand at the small of your back, leading the way to your seat. His touch causes goose bumps to arise on your skin. His hand slowly inches lower, towards your rear, causing you to turn to him with worried eyes. He just smirks but stops as you arrive to your seat. As you lean out of his touch to sit, his hand drops, slowly caressing your butt. You look around to see if anyone noticed but are only met by the lustful eyes of Luhan.

You back away and take your seat next to Sehun while Luhan stands to the side with the rest of the guards.

~

The award show went by fast but it was fun and entertaining. You performed your new single and you won four awards (Sehun won 3, one of them being a joint award with you for best couple, but that’s beside the point).

Now you guys are on your way to the after party. You’re sitting in the backseat of your car with Sehun while Luhan sat in the front next to the driver.

“You did amazing by the way,” said Luhan.

You look up from your phone and smile at him, thanking him for the compliment.

Sehun also looks up from his phone. “Oh yeah, you were good,” he said emotionless as he looks back down at his phone.

You scrunch your brows, not knowing what to necessarily say. “Umm, thanks, I guess.”

He looks up from his phone again and turns to you. “Let’s take a picture together for twitter. I want the fans to see how proud I was of your performance.”

“Fine.”

He lifts his phone up, the selfie camera on, both of your faces displayed on the screen.

“Give me a kiss on the lips,” he demands.

“What? No.”

“It’s for the picture,” he rolls his eyes.

“Can’t I just kiss your cheek?” you bargain.

“Fine.”

You turn your head and lean into his cheek but as soon as your lips were about to touch his skin, he turns his head, kissing your lips in order to get the perfect picture.

You back away as soon as you comprehend what had happened, wiping your mouth in the process. “What the hell!”

“Shut up, you know you liked it,” he smirks.

You look up and see Luhan’s hand in a fist, his knuckles turning white, his stoic yet tense face visible through the rear-view mirror.

“No, I don’t.”

“I’m your boyfriend. You better get used to it.”

“You’re not really my boyfriend.”

“To the rest of the world, I am.”

You scoff, “To the rest of the world, you’re an ass.”

“I might be an ass, but I’m the one getting you more famous. I’m the ass you need to get used to kissing cause I’m not going any where sweetheart.”

You huff in disappointment. He was right. He was getting you more famous and he sure as hell isn’t going anywhere soon. He was famous first, building up a strong fanbase and your company loved the publicity you were getting because of it. It’s going to be a long time before you can ‘break-up’ and manage to maintain fans on your own.

Luhan opens your door and you make your way out of the car with Sehun’s arm over your shoulders. Luhan pushes the paparazzi away while you and Sehun make your way into the club, both of you covering your faces from the flashes of the paparazzi, passing all the people waiting in line.

You’re here at the after party and you immediately face a lot of celebrities. Your boyfriend already left your side and you’re just sitting at a table by yourself with a drink in your hand. You like looking around at the people, drunk celebrities being rubbed against drunk groupies or fans. You don’t have many celebrity friends so you’re usually alone most of the time.

While looking around you make eye contact with Luhan standing to the side of the club with the rest of the security guards. You smile warmly at him and he smiles back. You motion for him to come over but he shakes his head, mouthing that he has to stay there with the rest of the guards. It’s prohibited for the guards to leave their stand on the side of the club. It causes for intimidation and fights so everyone must leave their guards to the side.

You pout but then nod in understanding and begin looking around again. You were in a pretty calm mood until you saw your boyfriend making out with another girl.

You know you and Sehun’s relationship is fake but it still hurt to see him not respect you enough to keep his hands to himself while you were both out in public.

But you guess that’s hypocritical on your part because of your relationship Luhan, but you don’t act upon it in public because of your fake relationship.

You don’t want to be there anymore. So you get up and walk towards the front door.

Luhan looks away for a couple of seconds and next thing he knows, you’re no longer in sight. He frantically searches through the room when he sees you walking out the front door. He runs towards the door and sees you getting into your car. He gets in with you before the chauffeur can close the door.

“Luhan, what are you doing?” you ask as the chauffeur takes off.

“It’s my job to be by your side at all times.”

“What about Sehun?”

He groans at the name of the other male. “He’ll survive. Besides he seems pretty busy if you ask me,” talking about the interaction with the other woman.

You stay quiet for a while before you get a phone call. The caller ID shows that it’s from your manager. You groan before answering.

“Hello?” you answer.

“Y/N, why did you leave without Sehun?”

“What? How did you know?”

“Fans posted pictures of you leaving without him. They’re already spreading rumors.”

“Just tell them I wasn’t feeling well.”

“Fine. But we need to talk. I’m at your house already. Meet me here.”

“Wait, am I in trouble?” you ask shyly.

“Yes. Now hurry home,” he declares as he clicks.

You drop your hand on your lap and sigh defeatedly. Life never goes your way.

You feel a hand wrap around yours comfortingly, causing warmness to spread through your body. “What’s wrong?” asks Luhan.  

You entangle your fingers around his hand and fiddle with it. “Nothing, my manager’s just gonna scream at me when I get back home.”  

“What for?”

“For leaving Sehun at the club.”

“Who cares about him?”

“Apparently the fans do because that’s how my manager found out. I just don’t want to go home and deal with him.”

Luhan truly felt bad for you. You work so hard to accomplish everyone’s expectations and you never do anything for yourself. He just wishes he can take you away from all of this. And maybe he can.

“Come to my place,” he says, looking you in the eye.

“What?”

“Come home with me,” he repeats.

“But my manager-”

“Forget your manager. You need a break Y/N. You honestly work yourself so hard, you need to rest.” He touches your cheek with the back of his hand. “Please baby, rest.”

“Okay, but what if my manager finds me at your house and he fires you? He knows you came with me in the car.”

“Fine then, we’ll go somewhere else.”

“Where?”

Luhan thinks for a second. You’re right. Your manager will go to his place first once he finds out you’re missing. He needs to take you far away from here if he truly wants you two to be alone.

“We’ll go as far as we can.”

“What do you mean?” You look into his eyes for an explanation.

“We’ll go back to my place and pack some clothes and then we’ll go as far as we can and spend the weekend together. How does that sound?”

You smile to yourself, loving how much he cares. But your smile soon fades as questions arise in your head. “But what about my clothes? I’ll have to go back to my place to get them.”

“I have some of your clothes back at my place. There’s more than enough for a weekend. Don’t worry baby, I got you.”

“What if I get in worse trouble when I come back?”

“They can’t fire you, babe. You’re their only artist making them money. Trust me. They need you more than you need them.”

“Okay. Let’s go,” you finally smile.

You tell the chauffeur to reroute to Luhan’s house and make sure to give him a bribe to not tell anyone about where you are going.

“Thank you,” you say abruptly.

Luhan puts an arm around you and smiles. “What for?”

“For caring. And for loving me.”

He leans down and gives you a brief kiss on the lips. “I’ll always love you.”

“Me too,” you lean in to kiss him again but back away to say something else. “And I’m sorry you always have to see me and Sehun together. I know how much that must hurt.”

“Let’s just not say his name anymore, okay?”

“Okay,” you smile as you lean in for another kiss.

~

Your arms are wrapped around Luhan’s waist as the wind hits your face, feeling refreshed. Luhan’s been driving his motorcycle for over an hour.

The sun is about to go down so you stop at the nearest motel. You both walk hand-in-hand into your room and lock the door.

You’re finally alone, no fear of anyone finding out or getting in the way. Just you two alone.

You put your arms lazily around his neck and kiss his lips.

“We’re finally alone,” you say.

He places his hands on your hips and pulls you closer.

“Finally,” he mutters before leaning in again.

His lips are soft against yours, moving slowly as if you both had all the time in the world. He slips in his tongue, the kiss becoming more heated. His hands slip under your shirt, feeling every inch of skin he can reach.

He grabs your shirt and pulls it over your head, then doing the same with his.

With his hands still on your waist, he walks you both over to the bed.

Once you feel the bed hit the back of your knees, you slowly back into it, never breaking the kiss.

As soon as your head hits the pillow, his lips travel down your jaw, to your neck.

He sucks a bruise on the side of your neck, not caring about the consequences of the next few days.

He then kisses further down, giving soft pecks to the top of your breasts, right before the fabric of your bra.

He reaches behind you and you arch your back to give him better access to unclip your bra. Once unclipped, he grabs the material and throws it somewhere across the room with the rest of the disregarded clothing.

He then looks at you up and down and marvels at your exposure.

“You look so beautiful,” he whispers before dipping his head and catching one of your nipples in his mouth. You arch your back and moan as he sucks on the sensitive bud. He continues his actions on the other nipple while his hand fondles with the unsatisfied one.

“Luhan,” you moan.

He hums against your nipple, causing sensual vibrations to stimulate more arousal.

He kisses down your stomach, to the top of your naval. He then leans back and slowly unbuttons your pants. He pulls down your pants slowly and kisses the skin that reveals itself as he tugs the pants lower. After your pants are discarded, he looks back up at you while slowly slipping your panties down your legs. Without breaking eye contact, he leans down and licks your core. You roll your eyes back as he continues the action ever so slowly, sucking on your clit occasionally.

He then adds a finger, pumping in the same slow pace.

Your hands immediately grab onto his hair as he adds another finger and sucks on your clit.

“Fuck, Luhan,” you moan.

“Yes, baby?” he says, looking you in the eye with lust filled orbs.

“More,” you say.

“What do you mean baby girl?” he teases.

“I need more. Please.”

“You need to tell me exactly what you want.”

“I want you inside me.”

Without a moment of hesitance, he backs away and takes a condom out of his back pocket. He gets off the bed momentarily and tugs off his pants and boxers before returning between your legs. He puts on the condom and lines himself up with your entrance but you stop him.

“What’s wrong?” he asks, worry displayed on his face.

You caress his face to simmer down his worry. “I wanna ride you,” you say confidently, causing his eyes to open wide in shock of your bluntness.

He nods and leans against the headboard, as you crawl onto his lap.

You wrap your arms around his neck to steady yourself as he lines himself with your entrance. You slowly sink down his length, getting used to the stretch.

As soon as you are fully seated down his member, Luhan takes that moment to gaze at you, all of you.

“I’m so lucky to have you,” he says as he removes your hair from your face.

You smile at the comment and the gesture and lean in for a quick peck. “I love you,” you say with adoration in your eyes.

“I love you, too.” And with that, you begin to lift your hips and sink back down against his length. You bounce up and down his cock in a steady pace as his hands firmly grip your waist as he thrusts up into you. Both of your moans, gasps, and whimpers along with the sound of skin slapping against skin fills the room. Soon both of your movements become erratic.

“I’m close,” you gasp.

“Me too. Let go, baby,” soothes Luhan. He reaches between both your bodies and begins to rub your clit, sending you into overdrive. With a loud whimper, you’re coming, causing an overstimulation as Luhan continues to thrust, trying to find his own release. After a few more thrusts, Luhan’s coming too, thrusting harder than ever.

After you both come down from your highs, Luhan pulls out and gently lays you against the covers.

He takes off the condom and gets up. He goes to the bathroom and comes back with a warm towel and begins cleaning you up. After cleaning himself up as well, he lies back down with you, spooning you.

You turn around to face him and give him a peck on the lips. “I love you. Don’t forget that okay? No matter what happens,” you say assuringly.

“I know baby, I know. It’s hard seeing you with him but I know it’s your job. Maybe one day, we’ll finally be together, officially.”

You peck his lips.

“One day.”

A/N: How was it? It’s my first Luhan fic and my first time imitating a music video. I MISS LUHAN!!

Prompt List (Requests)

I found this prompt list on tumblr (credit to the account who made it) and wanted to try it out. 

Send me a request with the number and the person / idol you want it to be about. If you also want a specific genre, let me know too in the message. These might be long or short, depending on how I’m feeling.

1. “Please don’t leave me.” 2. “Are you kidding me right now?!” 3. “I’m going to kill you!” 4. “You did all of this for me?” 5. “I made my baby cry!” 6. “I’m in love with you.” 7. “Can I kiss you?” 8. “You’re so fucking hot when you’re mad.” 9. “Will you be quiet?!” 10. “You are a bloody idiot, you know that?” 11. “You love me.” 12. “He’s dead.” 13. “I hate you so much I love you.” 14. “Just leave me alone!” 15. “I can’t believe you just did that.” 16. “Give me a reason not to turn around and walk away now.” 17. "Please.” 18. "Cuddle me.” 19. "Give me that back!” 20. "I’m pregnant.” 21. "Are you scared?” 22. "What are you doing?” 23. "If we get caught I’m blaming you.” 24. "Are you drunk?” 25. "Shut up and kiss me.” 26. "Help me I’m stuck.” 27. "What am I going to do with you?” 28. "Stop distracting me!” 29. "You said my name in your sleep.” 30. "Yes.” 31. "Are you jealous?” 32. "Trust me.” 33. "Bite me.” “If you insist.” 34. "I made a mistake.” 35. "It’s been a while.” “Too long.” 36. "I don’t love you anymore!” 37. "You’re lying.” 38. "I’m going to regret this.” 39. "Do that again.” 40. "I’m running away.” 41. "I need your help.” 42. "If I die I’m going to come back and haunt you.” 43. "Well this is a surprise.” 44. "Am I dreaming?” 45. "Make me.” 46. "If they find out, I’ll kill myself and then you.” 47. "Why? Just… why?” 48. "Stop it.” 49. "We’re just friends.” 50. "Did you just flick me?” 51. "Do you want to kiss as bad as I do right now?” 52. "I got you a present.” 53. "Sit in my lap.” 54. "I think I forgot how to breathe.” 55. "Woah.” 56. "What if I told you I’ve been in love with you since I was eleven?” 57. "You don’t understand, you never do!” 58. "You look cute with a baby bump!” 59. "It’s all your fault!” 60. "Well that’s just great.” 61. "Are you even listening?” 62. "I’m going to walk away and pretend I didn’t see anything.” 63. "I thought you loved her.” 64. "Time changes people.” 65. "You, my friend, are a complete and utter tosser.” 66. "You should be nice to me, I just saved your life!” 67. "Don’t you just love it!” 68. "It bit me!” 69. "You have approximately 5 seconds to get out of my face before I kill you.” 70. "Did you buy me… lingerie?” 71. "Oh yeah, because you’d be so good at this!” 72. "I’m sorry.” 73. "That night never happened!” 74. "You should marry me.” 75. "Aren’t you just a cutie pie!” 76. "Don’t you dare!” 77. "Um.. somebody broke that.” 78. "Stop biting that fucking lip!” 79. "You’re hot, shame about the personality.” 80. "You’re going to get us expelled!” 81. "I need you to fake date me.” 82. "My back’s a bit sore from when you stabbed me with your knife.” 83. “You’re just leaving me here? At least have to decency to finish me off with a stick.” 84. "No, I didn’t murder them. I accidentally knocked them unconscious forever, that’s all.” 85. "Wow thanks a lot.” 86. "Why are you walking around naked?” 87. "You owe me big time!” 88. "Awe it’s so cute!” 89. "Are you hitting on me?” 90. "If I die you’ll be sorry!” 91. "Help me hide!” 92. "Sometimes I really don’t like you.” 93. "You’re crazy! You’re out of your mind!” 94. "Ow! Ow! Stop hitting me!” 95. "I don’t know how you convinced me to do this.” 96. "Is that… is that my bra?” 97. "Really? Right now?” 98. "Where are your pants?” 99. "I can’t believe you’re carrying my child.” 100. ”You’re my soulmate?!”

Tease (M)

Pairing: Baekhyun x Reader

Genre: one shot, angst, fluff and a little bit of smut

Word Count: 3,298

Request: for @shesdreaminginoverdose :  Hi author-nim can I request 33 with Baekhyun fluff and a bit smut (*´艸`*) 

Summary: (33- “Bite me” “If you insist.”) Ever since you moved next door to Baekhyun, you have been the victim of his teasing and you had enough. 

A/N: Hey everyone, this is my first one shot from the prompt list I posted a couple days ago. I will try to post the other requests soon (btw I didn’t proofread so sorry if there are any mistakes). Enjoy!

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5

You run into school late, your hair everywhere and your breathing rigid. It’s your first time being late, your alarm clock not ringing for some reason.

Thankfully, you get to class before the teacher arrived. You walk into the chaotic classroom full of rowdy students talking, laughing, and throwing things around. You walk to your seat in the front of the classroom, planning on just studying when suddenly a body steps in front of you.

“Hey Y/N,” smirks Baekhyun.

You roll your eyes, not wanting to deal with him so early in the morning. “Move Baekhyun.”

“Aww, not feeling well babe?” He tilts his head to the side, stepping closer to you, so close that you feel his breath on your cheek. “Maybe because your alarm clock didn’t work?” He smirks.

You’re eyes widen. How did he know?

He notices your shock and steps back to laugh.

“How did-”

“How did I know?” He interrupts. “Because it was me, babe.”

Your fists clench in anger. “How did you get in my room? Did you climb through the window or something?”

“Nope. Your mom just let me in. I told her I had something to give you and she let me go in your room when you were at the library.”

You forgot to mention that Baekhyun happens to be your next door neighbor.

You close your eyes and inhale deeply trying to compose yourself. When you open your eyes, Baekhyun was close to you again. You gasp at his proximity, his mouth now by your ear.

“I might have taken something of yours during my visit to your room.”

He leans back to witness your expression. He really gets off of annoying you. You’re his favorite toy, he loves seeing what you can do if he pushes the right buttons.

“What did you take?” you ask through gritted teeth. You’re not giving him the satisfaction of giving in and blowing up. If you keep your composure, maybe he’ll eventually get bored of you and bother someone else.

What did you even do to deserve his ridicule? It all started when you moved in next door to him in the middle of the school year. Your mom got promoted which required for the move. You were depressed for a bit because you missed your friends so your mom decided to introduce you to your next door neighbor. Maybe if you met someone your age, you wouldn’t be so lonely anymore.

Oh god, was she wrong.

When you came over to Baekhyun’s house for the first time for dinner, you weren’t sure what to expect. You were planning on just being on your phone the whole time.

Baekhyun seemed like a nice boy at the time. He bowed to you politely and had a sweet smile on his face. You almost fell for it too until you were alone with him in his room after dinner.

“So do you like it here so far?” He asks from his computer chair by his desk.

“Yeah it’s okay,” you mumble from his bed.

“How were your friends from before?”

A smile formed on your face from the thought of them that you didn’t notice when Baekhyun came to sit next to you on the bed. “They were great. I miss them.”

You turn to him and smile, not thinking much of him next to you.

“What were they like?”

“I didn’t have many. I just had three really close ones. But that’s enough for me. They were all really caring and sweet and funny. Especially Chanyeol.”

“Did you like Chanyeol? Like more than a friend?” He presses.

A blush began to creep onto your cheeks. “Yeah. But nothing ever happened.”

“What would you have wanted to happen?”

You turn to him confused. “What do you mean?”

“Did you want him to ask you out?”

“Yeah.”

“Did you want him to kiss you?”

Your face reddens. “Yes.”

“Did you want him to fuck you?”

You’re eyes widen at his bluntness. You scoot away from him slowly, uncomfortable by the certain question.

“What’s wrong?” he asks innocently. His cute smile soon turned into a condescending smirk. “Did you not want him to?”

“That’s none of your business,” you say firmly. Who the hell was he to ask you these questions?

He scooted closer to you all while keeping eye contact.

“Did you ever think about him while you touched yourself?” He placed a hand on your thigh and caressed it lightly.

You stand up and walk across the room, far away from him. “What the hell is your problem?” you say with anger.

He puts his hands up in surrender. “I get it. You don’t want it. I respect your decision. But it was worth a try.”

You roll your eyes. At least he understands consent.

“But,” he smirks, “I’m still not going anywhere.”

“What?” you scrunch your eyebrows in confusion.

“If you don’t wanna fuck, that’s cool. But you’re fun to bother. I’m going to have a lot of fun with you.”

“Fuck off.”

“Don’t worry babe. I won’t touch you unless you want me to,” he winks.

“I’m leaving,” you say abruptly.

“Aww, why so soon? We were just getting to know each other,” he pouts. If it wasn’t for his shitty personality you would’ve thought he was cute.

You text your mom to tell her you want to leave but she texts you back with a no. You groan and roll your eyes.

“What? Mommy won’t let you leave? Guess you’re stuck with me,” he smirks.

You look around and spot his window. “No, I’m not.”

“What?” he asks confused.

You walk over to his window and look down for a way out. Luckily, there’s a pipe with grips that can be substituted for steps, making it easier for you to escape.

You begin to step out of the window and step on one of the pipe’s grips.

Baekhyun rushes toward you quickly, grabbing your arms. “Oh my god, what are you doing!? You could fall!”

“It almost sounds like you’re worried,” you smirk.

He doesn’t seem amused at all, fear still on his face. “Of course I’m worried! Get back in here before you get hurt.”

He tries to pull you up but it’s too late, you’re climbing down his window with ease.

Once you reach the ground, you look back up at a relieved Baekhyun. Awww maybe he does have a heart.

You shoot him a wink before heading toward your house.

That was the beginning of his shenanigans.

“Okay class, take your seats,” says your teacher.

“Meet me at my house after school,” Baekhyun says, leaving before you can say anything.

You take your seat and endure the rest of the day.

It’s finally after school and you go to your locker to grab the things needed for homework.

“Hey babe,” says a voice behind your locker. You close it to see a smiling Baekhyun.

“What do you want?” you ask exasperatedly.

“I thought you were going to meet me at home today? You know, to retrieve the panties I took from your room.”

“What?!” you yell, finally exploding. It’s been a long day. “You took what?” you say through gritted teeth while rubbing your temples.

His smile gets bigger as he finally hit a nerve. “Whoops, I accidentally let that slip. It was a surprise.”

You calm your erratic breathing before speaking. “I can’t come straight after school. I have tutoring.”

“Oh, I didn’t know you were stupid enough to need tutoring?”

“I’m the tutor you dumbass.”

You begin walking away to the library to meet with the person you’re tutoring.

Every day, Monday thru Thursday, you tutor Sehun on math in the library. You were asked by your teacher if you could tutor Sehun for extra credit. You were hesitant at first but you never turn down extra credit so you agreed. You expected Sehun to be rude and annoying because he probably didn’t take the class seriously but in reality, he genuinely needed help. He wanted to do his best which is why he was the one who requested for a tutor. That made your job easier which is why you didn’t mind tutoring him.

You enter the library and see Sehun already there, waiting for you. He waves at you and you wave back as you made your way to the seat in front of him.

You didn’t notice Baekhyun had been following you until he pulled up the seat next to you.

You turned to him in confusion. “What are you doing?”

“I’m here for tutoring,” he smiles.

“No, I’m only tutoring Sehun. If you need help then we can schedule a tutoring date some other time.”

“No, it’s fine Y/N,” Sehun says, placing a hand over yours. “You can tutor us both.”

You look down at the hand touching yours and immediately blush. “Uh okay.”

Baekhyun stares at your hands touching and a scowl becomes visible on his face.

“So, let’s get started then,” says Baekhyun loudly, startling you into pulling your hand back.

“Yeah okay,” you mumble.

It started out fine, no interruptions except for the reasonable questions for clarification. It wasn’t until you assigned the problems for them to solve that things got out of hand.

Sehun and Baekhyun were attempting to solve a series of problems you assigned while you did your own homework.

“Y/N? Can you help me with this one? I’m stuck,” says Sehun.

You smile up at him as you make your way around to his side of the table. You crouch down next to him as you look at the problem.

“I can’t seem to get the answer I need to continue,” explains Sehun.

You nod in understanding and look over the problem. Little did you know that Baekhyun was staring angrily at the attention you were giving Sehun. He doesn’t know why he’s feeling this way. He doesn’t think he feels anything for you except for the fact that he likes bothering you. He likes when you give him attention and now that you’re giving it to someone else, he doesn’t like it.

“You forgot to transfer the negative in this step,” you say as you point out the mistake.

Sehun turns to you and smiles. “Thanks, Y/N. I get it now.”

“No problem,” you say as you ruffle Sehun’s hair.

You return to your seat and begin working on your homework again when Baekhyun taps your shoulder. You roll your eyes before turning to him with an annoyed look.

“What?” you snark.

“I just needed help with number six,” he says simply.

You blink confusedly. “Oh, sorry.”

You look over his shoulder and see that he’s stopped midway on the problem.

You turn to look at him, “Do you not get it from here?”

He shakes his head.

You nod and begin explaining the process. As you’re explaining to him the steps to continue, you feel his hand rest on your thigh, causing you to stutter.

You look at him and he gives you an innocent look. You stop explaining the problem and get up to sit next Sehun.

“Do you need any more help?” you ask Sehun sweetly.

“No, I think I’m done. Can you check my answers?”

“Yeah,” you say as you grab his worksheets and begin to correct them.

“You only got these two wrong,” you say, handing him back his hand out. You check the time and see that the two hours are up and it’s time to end the tutoring session.

“Okay Sehun, so these problems should help you with completing the homework but if you need help, you have my number so feel free to call me for anything.”

“Yeah, for sure. Thanks for everything,” he says as he pulls you in for a hug. You hug for a couple seconds before an awkward cough from Baekhyun interrupts the intimate moment.

“Oh, do you need a ride home?” asks Sehun. “Your house is along the way anyways.”

Baekhyun stands quickly and puts an arm around you. “No,” he says a little too quickly. He coughs awkwardly before continuing. “Actually, I was going to take her home. We’re neighbors anyway.”

Sehun looks at both of you awkwardly before nodding and walking away.

You turn to Baekhyun. “I’m not going home with you.”

“Yes, you are cause you still need to come to my house.”

You walk past him, out of the library and down the hall to the entrance of the school. You can hear his footsteps follow you but you don’t turn back. Once you walk out the front door, you stop and sigh as you notice how dark it has gotten.

“Just let me give you a ride,” persuades Baekhyun. “It’s dangerous out at this time. It’s only for a few minutes.”

You sigh before nodding. He places a hand at the small of your back, leading you to his car. You try not to think much of it until you feel his hand slowly slide down toward your butt. You shoot him a warning look before he rolls his eyes and places his hand back up on your back. Once you reach his car, he lets go of you and opens the door for you. You slide into the car and smirk.

“Wow, maybe you do have manners,” you tease.

He smiles back, “you know it, babe.”

He closes the door and slides into the driver’s seat.

The ride home wasn’t as awkward as you thought it would be. It was quiet but a comfortable quiet with the stereo quietly playing in the background as Baekhyun hums along to the song. He has a lovely voice but you’ll never bring yourself to admit that aloud.

Once parked outside of his house, he goes around and opens the door for you. You thank him quietly as he grabs your hand leading you in his house. Before you can object, Baekhyun’s mom has already seen you.

“Y/N, what are you doing here?” she asks happily.

“She’s here to help me with some homework,” Baekhyun adds before you can speak.

“Oh, well that’s very nice of you. Don’t let me get in the way,” she dismisses herself.

Once she’s out of sight, Baekhyun grabs a hold of your hand again and leads you to his room.

It’s deja vu. You sit on his bed waiting for him as he closes the door. He comes toward you to sit on the bed but you stop him before he can.

“Nope. You sit over there,” you say pointing at his desk chair. He groans before dragging himself there, like a little kid who got grounded.

He turns to face you, smirk once again plastered on his face. Gosh, how you wish you could slap that smirk off his face.

“So,” you begin. “Where’s my underwear?”

“Oh, you mean these.” He takes out a pair of black underwear from his pants pocket.

Your eyes widen. “You had them on you the entire time?!”

“Yep, and I thought of you wearing them the entire day,” he smiles cutely.

You rub your temples again, trying to regain your composure. You take a deep breath before speaking again. “Can I have them back, please?”

“No.”

You clench your fists, your breath becoming rigid. “Why not?” you ask through gritted teeth.

“Not until you answer some of my questions.”

“That wasn’t part of the deal. All I had to do was come here and get them.”

“I didn’t say that’s all you had to do.”

You take a breather before speaking. “Fine. What do you want to know?”

“Hmm, let’s start easy,” he taps his chin jokingly.

“Can you please hurry, Baek? I still have a lot of homework to finish.”

“Oh, I like the nickname. It’s cute.”

Your patience is running out. You’re usually tolerable of others but Baekhyun is another case. You’re not having any of his games anymore.

“Bite me,” you say as you stand up to retrieve your things.

“If you insist,” he says cockily.

Dumbfounded by his response, you didn’t comprehend when he came toward you and slammed his mouth against yours. It took you a while to comprehend what was happening until he tried slipping his tongue in your mouth. You almost moaned and gave in but stopped yourself and pushed him back.

“What the hell, asshole?” you wipe your mouth dramatically.

“What? You said to bite you, so I did.”

“Shut up,” you say as you take a seat on his bed again. “Okay let’s get this over with. What questions do you have?”

“How does Sehun know where you live?” he wastes no time complying.

“What?” you asked confused.

“He said your house is on the way to his when he offered to give you a ride. How does he know where you live?”

“Umm, whenever he needs extra help, he comes to my house to study,” you answered hesitantly.

“So I haven’t been the only guy in your room?”

“No.”

“Have you fucked him?” he asks angrily.

“Baekhyun,” you warn.

“Answer the question or no panties.”

“No, we haven’t fucked. Are you happy?”

“Yes,” he blurts out before covering his mouth.

You eye him suspiciously, suddenly everything is hitting you. His constant teasing, his want for attention, him asking questions about Sehun. He’s jealous because he likes you.

You begin to smirk as you make your way toward him. He eyes you hesitantly, not knowing what’s going on. You decide that it’s your turn to tease him.

You suddenly sit on his lap, placing one arm around his neck and the other caressing his cheek.

His eyes are wide at your sudden confidence. His body stiff, not knowing what to do.

“Does little Baekhyun have a crush on me?” you begin to say as you caress his cheek.

“N-no,” he turns his head to the side to avoid eye contact.

You forcefully bring his face back to face you, looking at you submissively.

“Tell me the truth,” you say sternly.

His gaze falters as he speaks. “Okay, fine. I do.”

“You what? Say it.”

“I like you. I have since you got here.”

“Aww. So you do have a heart,” you chuckle.

He rolls his eyes but remains stiff.

“Are you jealous of Sehun?”

“Yes,” he says avoiding eye contact.

“Do you want me to touch you?” you ask seductively.

He breathes rigidly before answering, “y-yes.”

Your hand goes from his cheek to down his chest and torso to his growing bulge. This is easier than you thought. You touch his bulge gently and his hips automatically thrust forward. You chuckle at his desperateness.

“Impatient, aren’t we?” you tease.

“Please, Y/N. Please touch me.”

“Of course.” You slowly begin to massage him through his pants, eliciting moans from him. You eventually move your hand faster and harder, making him groan into your neck, his hands grasping the arm rests. Soon you feel him twitch through his pants. Once you think he’s about to cum you reach into his pocket and snatch your panties. You get up from his lap and gather your things.

He looks up in discontentment, wondering why you stopped when he sees you packing your panties in your backpack. He’s in complete and utter shock of what just happened. You lead him on just to retrieve your underwear.

“See you tomorrow,” you wink at him before exiting his room.

He sits there, still not believing what just happened. He can’t believe you played him like that. You got him to admit that he liked you, you made him hard, and you made him beg for your touch. All while managing to leave him sexually frustrated with a hard on that will be hard to relieve.

He underestimated you and you left him feeling humiliated. He looks across his window and sees you doing your homework as if nothing had happened.

Boy, is he whipped.

~

A/N: Thank you requesting and please give me feedback. 

Tease pt. 2 (M)

Pairing: Baekhyun x Reader

Genre: angst, fluff and a little bit of smut

Word Count: 2,337

Summary: (33- “Bite me” “If you insist.”) Ever since you moved next door to Baekhyun, you have been the victim of his teasing and you had enough.

A/N: Hi, sorry everyone. I know I said I’d post sooner but I’ve been hella busy and I had really bad writer’s block. But here it is and I hope you enjoy!

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5

Part 2

He can’t see you the same anymore. Baekhyun can’t see you the same in class, when you walk by him with your friends, and now he can’t see you the same at Suho’s party. 

He didn’t expect to see you there. He thought you were so invested in your studies that you didn’t have time to go out, let alone go to a party. 

Ever since the day you humiliated him and left him with a hard on, he couldn’t look you in the eye. He hasn’t spoken to you and you haven’t spoken to him. 

You assumed he finally understood the annoyance and extremity of his teasing after you gave him a taste of his own medicine. But little did you know that he had other things in mind. 

When he walked into the party with his friends, he came to view with a girl in a black dress across the room. She was surrounded by a group of people but all he noticed was how well the dress accentuated her curves. That was exactly what he came here for: a distraction to take his mind off of you. 

As he was about to approach the girl, she turned around at the sound of her name. He soon froze at the realization that that was your name. When he looked up, he came face to face with you. 

His eyes widen as soon as he had processed what had happened. He came here to get rid of his dirty thoughts about you and ended up checking you out instead. It was like the world hated him. 

And this is how he ended up sitting on the couch, watching you while you mingled with a group of people. 

How is it that he never noticed how popular you were? How did you even know about this party?

He then sees someone put their arm around you, and pull you close.  His eyes follow the length of the arm and comes to see it attached to none other than Oh Sehun. 

He rolls his eyes at Sehun’s attempt to flirt with you, watching with spite. After a couple minutes of conversation, you remove yourself from Sehun’s embrace and walk in the direction of the kitchen. 

Baekhyun’s eyes widen and without thinking, he immediately gets up and runs toward the kitchen. This might be the perfect opportunity to talk to you. 

He pushes past everyone in his way and manages to successfully get to the kitchen before you did. He grabbed a random drink off the counter and leaned against it as if he’s been there the whole time. 

When you entered the kitchen, you were surprised to see Baekhyun but nonetheless smiled at him.

“Hey, Baek,” you say respectfully as you walk properly into the kitchen. 

“Hi, Y/N,” he finally spoke for the first time since the incident. 

“How are you?” you ask out of politeness. 

“I’m good,” he mumbles. “And you?”

“I’m pretty good. I’m having a good time,” you say truthfully as you reach for the refrigerator. 

“Going to grab a drink?” he asks, stating the obvious, mentally face palming himself. 

“Yeah, I think I’m just going to grab a coke.”

“Not into alcohol?" 

"I am. I’ve just been drinking all night that I think I should just take it easy for now." 

"Wow, I didn’t expect you to be the partying type." 

"There’s a lot you don’t know about me,” you wink playfully as you open the refrigerator. You bend down to grab a can of coke as Baekhyun’s eyes roam to look at your ass. 

When you bend back up, you notice him staring. You quirk an eyebrow at him causing him to cough awkwardly. 

“Umm I didn’t know you knew Suho,” he stutters, trying to change the subject. 

“I don’t. I was invited by Sehun.”

“Oh, you guys came together?" 

"No I came with my friends.”

All of a sudden Baekhyun bursts into laughter, leaving you feeling confused and insecure. 

“What?” you question.

“God, you’re so oblivious,” he continues to laugh. 

You wrinkle your eyebrows at his vagueness. “What are you talking about?”

 "Sehun obviously asked you out and you friend zoned him by bringing along your friends.“

"What? Really?”

“Yeah. God, he even put his arm around you a couple of minutes ago. How can you be so clueless?”

Your blood begins to boil as Baekhyun belittles you. How can he speak to you as if you’re stupid?

“I wasn’t clueless about you liking me.”

Suddenly he stops laughing and his eyes widen as he swallows nervously. 

“I-I don’t like you anymore,” he attempts to say convincingly. 

“Oh yeah? After just two weeks?" 

"Those were a long two weeks.”

“Then how did you know that Sehun had his arm around me earlier? Hmm? Were you watching us?” you tease as you step closer to him slowly. 

“N-no, I just happened to look your way at that moment.”

You continue walking toward him slowly, never breaking eye contact. “Fine, then why were you staring at my ass when I grabbed my soda?”

“I-”

“Why did you run across the room to enter the kitchen before I got here?”

Baekhyun’s eyes widen at your accusation. How did you know?

As if you read his mind you answered. “How do I know? Well it’s not hard to notice a fast moving figure in this small space.”

You’re finally in his face, not much space between the two of you. 

“So are you really going to tell me you don’t like me after all that?” you cock your head to the side. 

He stays quiet, staring at your eyes nervously, not knowing what to say. 

You hang your arms loosely around his neck, sudden confidence running through your veins. Your eyes flicker from his eyes to his lips as you lean in slowly, lips inches apart. 

His arms then wrap around your waist as he leans in as well. 

Before the gap can close between your lips, you slide your arms down his chest stopping him from getting closer. 

“I thought so,” you say before removing yourself from his embrace and walking away with your soda in hand. 

What the fuck just happened? Did you just play him? Again? And in public?! That’s it. That’s the final straw. He was not going to let you get away with this any longer. He walked into the living room and saw you dancing with your friends. God, he hates how you can move! 

He tries to show you he can give two shits about you by grabbing a random girl with a short dress and dancing with her. He’s near your friend group dancing and sees that you’ve noticed the girl grinding on him. When he thinks you’re going to react the way he expected, you just smirk. Smirk?! 

He carries out the plan and sees where this goes. 

All of a sudden he sees a guy go up to you, and begins dancing behind you. You feel someone’s chest press against your back and you turn around to see a guy you used to tutor. 

“Hey Xiumin! How are you?” you lean in and say to his ear, hoping he hears you over the loud music. 

He does the same. “I’m good. I see you’ve been doing good too,” he says looking you up and down. 

You continue talking in each other’s ears and completely forgot about Baekhyun until you felt someone’s hands behind you on your waist, pulling you back.

“Sorry to interrupt but I’m going to need her real quick,” says Baekhyun as he takes you by the hand and leads you to one of the rooms. 

Once you’re inside, you go straight to the bed and spread yourself out while Baekhyun closes the door. 

He turns back around and sits on the edge of the bed awkwardly, not knowing what to do. He actually didn’t have a plan when he dragged you in there. His jealousy got the best of him and all he knew was that he had to get you away from that guy. 

You sit back up and wait for Baekhyun to say something. When he wouldn’t speak, you took initiative. 

“Is there something you wanted?" 

"Yes,” Baekhyun blurred out. “I want to know why you keep doing this to me.”

“Doing what?” you tilt your head to the side, feigning cluelessness. 

“Ugh,” he groans. “Why do you keep teasing me like this?”

“Really because I thought I was just getting revenge for all the annoying shit you’ve done.”

“Well it’s worse on me.”

“Baekhyun, it’s only been two weeks of teasing and you can’t handle it. Try three years.”

“Yeah but I have it harder.”

“How so?”

“Because I like you.”

It was silent. You paused. You didn’t know what to say to that. “Oh." 

"I realized why I teased you so much. I didn’t know at first. I just thought you were a fun target. But I couldn’t stop thinking about you.”

Your mouth opened to say something but nothing would come out. So he continued, “I wasn’t thinking of ways to tease you, I was thinking about us together and how pretty you are and how much I liked hearing your laugh. I thought that the only way you’ll notice me is if I stole your attention and annoying you was the easiest way.”

“I hope you know that is a stupid mentality to have.”

“Well I do now,” he chuckles. You begin to smile too at his genuine being. 

Once he feels that the mood has lightened, he takes one of your hands and engulfs it in both of his. “I know you’ll never like me because I’ve made your life a living hell for the past three years,” he begins. “And because I’m not Sehun or that other guy and-”

“Stop,” you say, removing your hands from his. 

“What?" 

"Don’t do this.”

“Don’t do what?”

“Stop making me feel guilty.”

“That wasn’t what I was trying to do.”

“Well that’s what you’re doing." 

You see that his mood became more gloomy so you tried taking it back.

"Listen Baekhyun,” you begin. “I’m not trying to hurt you. I didn’t even know you liked me until recently. But forcing all this information on me all at once is extremely overwhelming. I can’t give you what you want if I don’t even know what I want.”

He looks down at his lap before speaking. “I understand Y/N. I’m sorry I wasted your time. I won’t bother you again.” He begins getting up. 

“No Baek, that’s not what I meant-”

“No I get it,” he continues. “I’m a burden. I know when I’m not wanted.”

“That’s not it at all,” you get up as well. 

“It’s okay, you don’t have to pretend-" 

You cut him off with a kiss. You leaned in and captured his lips to stop him from saying anymore. It was too much for you to handle and too much for you to hear and you just did the first thing that came to your mind. 

You appreciated Baekhyun for being honest and genuine and putting himself out there for you. His vulnerability made you feel bad for him, the way he spoke so lowly about himself that you just kissed him to shut him up. 

Maybe it was the alcohol but you didn’t do anything when he kissed you back and placed a hand on your waist.

"You’re so beautiful,” he says against your lips, as he continues to kiss you feverishly, tongue massaging yours, eliciting a moan from you. 

Fogginess consuming your brain, you respond to Baekhyun’s advances. He leads you back to the bed without breaking the kiss and begins to hover over you as you push yourself back toward the head of the bed. Once you are settled, his lips move down your jaw to your neck. 

You tilt your head to give him more access as his hands roaming all over your body. His hands go up and down your legs, pushing up your dress to your waist. 

“I want to make you feel good,” mutters Baekhyun against your neck as you whimper. 

He moves down your body and lays on his stomach in between your legs. He pushes up your dress up to your waist, giving him the view of your underwear.

“You look so hot right now,” he groans, staring at your underwear. 

“Touch me, Baekhyun.”

And with that he hooks his fingers around the hem of your underwear and pulls it down, marveling at your exposed core. 

Without hesitation, he leans in and licks up your pussy to your clit, eliciting a moan from you. He repeats that motion, occasionally stopping to suck on your clit as you arch your back. 

“You like my mouth on your sweet pussy?” taunts Baekhyun. 

“Mhmm,” you mutter, not trusting yourself to speak. 

“Use your words, sweetheart.”

“Yes! I love it, don’t stop,” you say the last part breathless. 

He leans down and sucks on your clit as he inserts a finger in your hole. 

“Fuck,” you moan.

He fingers you at a steady pace, tongue abusing your clit as he adds another finger. 

“Yes. Baekhyun. Fuck. More.”

With that, he adds a third finger, stretching you out properly. 

“You’re soaking Y/N,” he says looking up at your core innocently. 

He leans down and hums against your clit as he continues to finger you, the vibrations becoming too much for you. 

“Fuck, Baekhyun. I’m going to cum,” you say as you grip the sheets next to you.

Once he feels your walls pulsate against his fingers, he removes himself from you. 

You open your eyes from the lack of sensation, not yet reaching your climax. You see Baekhyun getting up off the bed and smoothing out his clothes. 

“What are you doing?” you ask from the bed, all hot and bothered and frustrated.

He walks to the door and looks back at you before exiting. 

“Payback is a bitch." 

A/N: This is it. Hopefully it was worth the wait.

Saving Lives pt. 10

Pairing: Baekhyun x Reader

Genre: series, doctor!baekhyun au, fluff, angst, smut

Word Count: 4,190

Warning: Swearing, and sexual innuendos 

Summary: You’re about to start your internship in Seoul’s most prestigious hospital but before you devote your whole life to medicine, you decide to have one more night of freedom. But, what happens when that one night follows you to your job in the hospital? (inspired by Grey’s Anatomy)

A/N: I’m so sorry I took forever, probably over a year, to update this fic. I’ve been super busy with college stuff and I was barely using social media. But now I’m on summer break and I’m ready to start writing again. But just for future references, if I ever stop writing this fic again, just know that it’ll probably be a temporary hiatus because I will try my best to continue and finish the fic. Thank you so much to those who have patiently waited for an update and have constantly messaged me asking for another part, I hope I didn’t let you all down. Anyway, enjoy!

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8, Part 9, Part 10

Part 10

I lazily park my car in the hospital parking lot. I hiss, still sore from yesterday's fiasco in Baekhyun's office. He seems to notice from the passenger's seat and chuckles while running to the driver's side to help me out of the car.

"I hate you," I say as I cling onto him.

"You provoked me," he defended.

"But you didn't have to be that rough," I say, straightening myself out.

"Don't lie, I know you liked it."

"Shut up," I retort as we walk into the hospital and go our separate ways.

I head to the locker room to see Chanyeol and Chen getting dressed.

"Morning," says Chanyeol sweetly.

"Good morning," I say back.

"Hi, ugly," says Chen.

"Morning, dumbass," I smile back at Chen.

"Don't argue you guys," says Chanyeol. "And Y/N's not ugly, she's gorgeous."

Chen and I both turn to each other and laugh.

"Thanks, Chanyeol but that's how we speak to each other," I say nonchalantly as I get dressed.

"Yeah lover boy, they're terms of endearment," says Chen. "Some people call their friends buddy or cutie, and we call each other ugly and idiot, things like that."

"That shows that we love each other," I say as I begin to head out the door, Chen and Chanyeol following.

"I want to get in on the names too," whines Chanyeol.

Chen and I laugh again, causing Chanyeol to groan irritably.

"Sorry Chanyeol but you're too sweet for that," I say.

"What? No I'm not," defends Chanyeol.

"Yes you are dude. You're too sensitive. Once Y/N calls you a stupid or something, your poor heart will break into a million little pieces."

"No it won't. I don't even like her anymore."

"You just called her gorgeous a minute ago," argues Chen.

Before Chanyeol can retort, Dr. Kim cuts into our conversation.

"You still like Y/N?" he asks without looking away from his clipboard.

"No I don't," whines Chanyeol.

"Yes you do, it's only been like two days since you confessed," says Chen.

"It's okay Chanyeol. I find it adorable," I say as I go on my tippy toes to ruffle his hair.

"Where's Jihyo?" asks Dr. Kim.

Before any of us can say anything, Jihyo comes running up to the group.

"I'm here. Sorry I'm late," she says out of breath.

I turn to look at her and notice something familiar. My eyes widen as I notice she's wearing my lucky ponytail. How did she get a hold of it? Where did I last leave it?

All of a sudden, hot memories of Baekhyun and I in his office come to mind. I remember he yanked off my ponytail and left it on his desk. She must have seen it when she came in after me. Does she know something?

She notices me staring and smirks. Okay so she definitely knows something.

Chen nudges me and whispers, "Hey, isn't that your lucky ponytail?"

"Yeah," is all I managed to say before Dr. Kim begins to speak again.

"Chanyeol, you're with Dr. Byun. Chen and Y/N, you'll be doing charts and labs. Jihyo, you'll be with me. Go and save lives people."

She looks me up and down before chuckling and walking away with Dr. Kim.

Chen and I start walking to the nurses' station where the charts are at.

"Are you going to tell me why she has your lucky ponytail?" Chen asks.

"I don't know why she has it," I state.

"Then how did she get it?"

"I accidentally left it at Baekhyun's office and she came in after me and must have taken it."

"Why was it in his office in the first place?"

My cheeks begin to turn red as I turn away from a judging Chen. He seems confused at first but then he gasps and covers his mouth.

"You did not," he says in disbelief.

"Yeah," I say embarrassingly.

"On his desk?"

"Yeah."

"No wonder you've been limping," he states.

"What the hell? I'm not limping. I'm just a little sore."

"God Y/N, you two are savages."

"Shut up," I say as we reach the nurses' station. We grab a handful of charts and walk to the library.

"Damn Miss Goody-Two-Shoes, I would have never thought of you as the rebellious one to have sex at work," Chen smirks.

"It wasn't my idea," I argue.

"That new boyfriend of yours has you doing some shady shit."

"Shut up Chen. You're just jealous because you can’t get any."

"Oh, trust me. You're getting enough for the both of us."

We walk into the library and set the charts down in a secluded area. We begin working while chatting on.

"So, what do you think Jihyo knows then?" asks Chen.

"I don't know but I know she definitely knows something. I should talk to her."

"No, don't," says Chen. "Then that'll conclude her hunch. She doesn't know anything for sure so you being confrontational will definitely reassure her theory that something's up."

"I can't just do nothing about it. She knows something and I need to know what before it blows out of proportion. Plus, she has my lucky ponytail."

Chen rolls his eyes as he speaks. "You know what? I'll talk to her. And get your ponytail back."

My eyes light up, "Really! Thank you, Chen! I love you!"

"Yeah but you owe me."

"Anything!" I look him dead in the eye.

"Help me get with that nurse on the second floor of the north wing."

"Oh," I said disappointedly. "She's really pretty. That's going to be kinda hard Chen."

"Then no ponytail."

I groan. "Fine, I'll do it. I'm good at talking you up anyway."

"I know, and that's why we're best friends."

"Yeah."

I go back to working on the chart when Chen adds, "isn't Chanyeol with Baekhyun right now?"

"Yeah, so?"

"Doesn't Baekhyun know that Chanyeol likes you?"

"Uh huh," I say skeptically, still not understanding what he's getting at.

Chen rolls his eyes. "Doesn't that leave Chanyeol in danger of your psycho boyfriend?"

My eyes widen. "Holy crap. I completely forgot about that. I mean I kinda spoke to him about calming the hell down but I still don't know if he'll stick by it. Maybe he'll just scare Chanyeol a little. Nothing he can't handle."

"This is Chanyeol we're talking about. He can't handle anything," retorts Chen.

I chuckle, "Have faith in him Chen. I'm sure he's doing just fine."

~

After several hours of working, we head out for lunch.

Chen and I are seated at a table when Chanyeol joins us.

"Hey," says a shaking Chanyeol.

I look concerned, "Are you okay?"

He looks at me and then something behind me before looking back down at his food quickly.

I turn around to where he was looking and see Baekhyun standing across the cafeteria with a smirk. I roll my eyes and attempt to get up. I almost fall back down hard on my chair until Chen catches me and picks me up.

Chanyeol stands up too, worry in his voice. "Oh my god, are you okay?"

I chuckle amusingly. "Yeah just a bit sore," I say before walking toward Baekhyun across the cafeteria.

"Sore?" I hear Chanyeol ask Chen. "Sore from what?"

"You don't want to know," says Chen.

When I finally reach Baekhyun I motion for him to step outside the cafeteria so we can talk.

Once we're in a secluded hallway outside the cafeteria, I speak. "What the hell did you do to Chanyeol?"

"I just scared him a little," Baekhyun smirks as he takes a step forward and wraps his arms around my waist.

"He's basically shaking Baekhyun," I say sternly. His charming ways having no effect on me.

"I just told him to watch himself when he's around you and he basically pissed himself."

"Are you sure?" I ask skeptically.

"Yes, I'm sure. How can you think so little of me?" He turns his head away in fake anger.

"I don't. I just think you're a really jealous person."

"So are you," he retorts.

"I know. We're jealous people but we still need to keep each other in check."

He scoffs. "For someone so much taller than me, he does get scared easily."

I laugh. "Yeah I know."

Baekhyun looks down at me smiling before leaning in for a kiss. Once his lips are on mine, hands on my waist, memories of yesterday come flooding back again. His roughness, the hotness, my ponytail. My ponytail!

I lean away from Baekhyun suddenly, his lips still trying to attach onto mine as I lean away.

"I need to talk to you," I say suddenly.

"What's wrong?" he asks worriedly.

"When do you have time?"

"After lunch, Chanyeol and I are going to review the scans. We can talk then."

I nod. "Okay good. I'll meet you then."

"What's wrong?" he attempted once more before I was out the door.

"Look who's back," says Chen as I take my seat next to him.

"I have to finish my lunch," I shrug.

"Are you sure you don't want to finish him off instead?" He laughs, turning to Chanyeol to see him looking down at his food again. "Shit, sorry Chanyeol. I keep forgetting."

Chanyeol doesn't say anything which causes Chen to panic. He turns to me. "Quick Y/N, show him your boobs."

"Fuck off," I roll my eyes. "Show him yours."

We see Chanyeol lift his head up and chuckle at our bickering.

"Oh, by the way," I say to Chanyeol. "Baek promises to be nice. And I'll be with you in the scanning room to make sure."

"What about me?" Chen whines. "You're going to leave me all alone?"

"Fine,” I roll my eyes. “You can come too.”

"Yay!"

Once we've chatted and finished our food, we get up and head toward the scanning room.

I knock before we enter to see Baekhyun looking at a wall full of X-rays. He turns around and smiles when he sees me, walking up to me to give me a kiss. Before his lips can touch mine, I lean my head away and place my hands on his chest.

He looks at me skeptically. "Why can't I kiss you?" He furrows his brows, "Is this what you wanted to talk about? Are you here to break up with me?"

"What? No," I say shocked. "I just don't want to kiss you in front of these two." I motion back toward Chen and Chanyeol.

Baekhyun looks at the two and sees an uncomfortable Chanyeol. He seems to realize that the real reason for my hesitance is because of Chanyeol's feelings and backs away to sit on his chair.

He looks a bit angry but stays quiet nonetheless. I feel bad for treating Baekhyun like this. It's not his fault Chanyeol has feelings for me. So, I go over to him and squat down in front of him so I can peck him on the lips. I lean back to see his expression. Once I see his expression of content, I speak.

"Okay so the real reason I wanted to talk to you is that I think Jihyo knows about us."

Baekhyun scrunches his eyebrows in confusion. "What do you mean?"

"She knows about our relationship."

"Are you sure? How?"

"I'm 95% sure. She told Chen that she's convinced that I'm dating someone and now she's wearing my lucky ponytail that I accidentally left on your desk."

"Why was it on my desk?"

I cough awkwardly, "You, uh, yanked it off, yesterday."

Baekhyun's face looked confused for a couple of seconds but then his mouth formed an O shape in understanding. "Oh, that."

Chen bursts into laughter leaving Chanyeol confused.

"I don't get it," Chanyeol tells Chen.

"You don't want to, trust me," says Chen between laughs.

"Okay so what are we going to do?" He all of a sudden smirks excitedly. "Are you going to fight another woman for my love?"

"I don't like you that much," I mumble sarcastically.

He gasps in shock before I start laughing. "I'm kidding. But no, I'm not fighting anyone. Chen said he's going to talk to her first and see if he can resolve some things. I'm just letting you know we have to be more discrete than ever."

"I think we've been pretty discrete," says Baekhyun.

"Not discrete enough apparently. As much as I hate to say this, I think you shouldn't pick me to scrub in on your surgeries for the next couple weeks. At least until we're in the clear."

A sudden gasp is heard from the corner of the room. Chanyeol covers his mouth immediately. "Sorry, it just reminds me of the dramas," he mumbles.

"Why are they here again?" asks Baekhyun.

"Chanyeol's your intern for today and Chen follows me everywhere."

"Hey! No, I don't!" exclaims Chen.

"You tried entering the girl's restroom with me today."

"That's because it smells better than the boys," he mumbles.

"Okay, okay. We're getting off topic," I say slightly chuckling. "We're going to get back to work. I'll update you if anything changes, okay?"

Baekhyun nods and leans in to give me a goodbye kiss on the lips. I gratefully return it before speaking again. "This is the last kiss under the hospital's roof from now on."

"What?!" yells Baekhyun.

Before he can say anything else, Chen and I are out the door.

~

It's almost the end of the day and I was paged to tend in the emergency room. Chen took this opportunity to talk to Jihyo for me while I did work for the rest of the night.

It's been 20 minutes since Chen left and our shift is almost over. I'm in the locker room changing out of my clothes when Chen comes in a bit distraught.

"So, what happened?" I asked eagerly, stopping all my movements.

He looks a bit annoyed. "Can you put on a shirt first? That bra is unflattering."

I huff in anger as I pull my shirt on. "Okay, happy? Now, what did she say?"

"She was so complicated. She doesn't want to tell me anything. I literally made no progress and just wasted my time. She won't even give me your stupid ponytail."

"What the hell is her problem?" I say exhaustedly.

"One more thing. She said she won't talk to anyone besides you and Baekhyun."

My eyes widen. God, she definitely knows something. She knows exactly what's going on.

Chen noticed my worry and gripped my shoulders in reassurance. "Just ignore her. Maybe she'll stop bugging if you pretend like nothing's happening."

"Okay. I'm going to go. Thanks for trying." I pat him on the shoulder as I make my way past him out the door.

I walk to the parking lot as I see Baekhyun standing by my car.

He waves at me as I make my way toward him. I force a smile on my face as I lean into his embrace.

He seems to notice how tense I am because he leans away still holding me while looking me in the eye. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing. I'm just cold. Let's just go home."

He nods slowly as he lets me go to the driver’s seat.

Once we're both on the road, I can feel Baekhyun looking at me questioningly. I turn to him once we reach a red light.

"Do you want me to drop you off at your place or do you want to spend the night?"

"I want to spend the night."

I nod and turn back to the road as the light turns green.

"Y/N?"

"Hmm?" I reply.

"What's wrong?"

"Noth-"

"Don't say it's nothing when it's obviously something. Please don't lie to me. I want you to be able to trust me and come to me whenever you need to. I'm your boyfriend for god’s sake."

He's right. I've been pushing him away when all he wants to do is help. This situation concerns him too so he has every right to know.

"You're right. I'm sorry. It's just this whole Jihyo thing has me all fucked up. She's making it so difficult for me to go by my day and I just don't know what to do. I'm probably blowing this way out of proportion but I can't help it when my reputation is in her hands."

Baekhyun hums in understanding.

We arrive at my place and I head straight to the couch while Baekhyun goes to the kitchen.

I close my eyes for a bit when suddenly Baekhyun comes in with two mugs of tea. He hands me one and I accept it gratefully. He sets his on the coffee table in front of him then turns to me to grab my free hand and look at me.

I look back at him for a bit before I scrunch my eyebrows mysteriously to which he addresses.

"What?" he asks.

"How come I've never been to your place? Now that I think about it, I don't know much about you."

"You don't want to see where I live."

"Yes, I do."

"All in due time."

"You're so sneaky," I squint my eyes playfully at him.

He smiles at me teasingly. "Isn't it more fun that way?" he says as he takes a sip of his tea.

"You know I'm not going to let this go, right?"

"I know." He leans in and kisses my lips briefly before I back away.

"By the way babe, you're going to have to start driving yourself to work now."

"What? Why?" he whines.

"To remain discrete about our relationship."

"Gosh, I'm going to miss having car sex."

"Okay, that was one time and never again."

"Why not? It was fun."

"It was until Minseok knocked on the window because we were blocking his car. That was so humiliating."

"You shouldn't have been humiliated, babe. You looked so hot. You should have been proud."

"Shut up and go to sleep," I say as I put down my empty mug. "We have a long day tomorrow."

"Okay, let’s go to bed," he says as he grabs my hand and leads me to the bedroom.

~

It's been two weeks since the whole Jihyo thing and she still has my ponytail.

I've learned to let it go to avoid confrontation. Everything seemed to be going well until the whole hospital was forwarded a picture of me and Baekhyun kissing in a hallway.

I didn't know about it until an hour later. I was working with Dr. Kim today and was working on the last stitch of an injury when he tapped me on the shoulder, halting my movements, and showed me his phone with the picture.

I gasped but then coughed irrationally to hide my shock.

"Come see me after you finish his stitches," he says as he exits the operation room and washes up in the prep room.

After the stitches, I exit to wash my hands and meet Dr. Kim.

"What the hell is this?" he raises his voice.

"I don't know. I don't even know where it came from."

"Does Baekhyun know?" he asks calmly.

"I don't know. I've been with you the whole time."

"Just pray it hasn't leaked to the whole hospital."

He and I exit the prep room and walk into the hallway to see almost all the staff staring at their phones and murmuring about the photo. We walk calmly to the nurses' station to avoid any unwanted attention.

Dr. Kim holds out the folder with the charts to hand to the nurse but she is distracted by the photo, talking about it with her other nurse colleague. Dr. Kim coughs, gaining the attention of the apologetic nurse.

"S-sorry Dr. Kim," she says as she grabs the folder and places it on the desk.

"You should get back to work instead of staring at that damn phone," he warns.

"Yes-s you're right, S-sir." She looks apologetic before raising her head curiously and leaning in to ask Dr. Kim. "S-sir, you're really good friends with Dr. Byun. Do you happen to know who the female is in the picture?"

"Are you kidding me?!" Dr. Kim raises his voice. "This is a professional environment and you ask me such nonsense. How about you act like you belong instead of asking stupid questions."

He walks away from the ashamed nurse as I follow him. As we walk, we hear people wondering who the mystery girl is kissing Dr. Byun.

I let out a sigh of relief.

"Don't get too comfortable," mutters Dr. Kim. "It's only a matter of time before you get figured out. People will be looking into it nonstop."

"Do you really have to rain on my parade?"

"Are you really going to talk to your boss like that?" he quirks an eyebrow in challenge.

I huff in anger but stay quiet nonetheless.

"You can go on your lunch break now," he says as he turns the corner, leaving me standing alone.

~

"What the fuck is going on?" asks Chen as he sets his tray down in front of me. Chanyeol takes a seat next to him.

"I don't know. But it's fine for now, people don't know it's me."

"Not for long, Jihyo came up to me saying this was a warning."

"What the fuck is her problem? You know what, I'm going to talk to her. Where is she?"

Chen's eyes grow wide. "You're going to talk to her. Are you sure?"

"Yes, I'm sure, now where is she? Where was the last place you saw her?"

"She was in the hallway by the radiation lab."

~

I walk to where Chen told me she would be. I turn the corner to a secluded hallway and saw her standing there on her phone. She noticed me approaching her so she put her phone away and smirked at me.

"Hey, Jihyo," I say skeptically.

"Hello Y/N, how are you?" she asks pretentiously.

"I'm fine but I'd be better if I had my ponytail back," I say pointing at the top of her head.

"Oh, was this yours?" she asks feigning cluelessness.

"Yeah, it is. That's kind of unsanitary, don't you think? Wearing other people's hair ties and not knowing where they came from. For all you know I could have lice."

At the mention of lice, she immediately yanks the ponytail out of her hair and throws it at me. It lands on the floor and I immediately pick it up and place it in my pocket.

"Thank you," I say happily.

"You didn't win you know. I still have more pictures," she says cockily.

"First of all, that's creepy. And second of all, what’s your problem? What the fuck did I do to you?"

"You seriously don't know what you did? That shows how much of a bitch you are."

"Or that shows how psychotic you are."

"I liked doctor Byun first!" she shouts, making the hallway echo.

You stay quiet for a second before speaking. "Is this really what it's all about? Over a boy?"

"That isn't the point. The fact is that you knew I liked him and decided to snatch him from me."

"I didn't snatch him away," I sigh. Should I tell her the truth? I mean she already knows most of what's going on. "I was together with doctor Byun before we interned here. I didn't steal him away from you, I already had him."

Jihyo suddenly became silent. She hesitates for a moment before saying quietly, "that's not true. It can't be."

"It is."

She suddenly becomes angry. "No, it's not true. You're just a whore who can't keep her legs closed. And if you don't break it off with doctor Byun right now then I'll release all these photos and videos all over the hospital and ruin your life."

“Seriously, Jihyo what the fuck is your problem! Why can’t you just let it go? He’s not the only guy in this hospital, fuck he’s not the only guy in Korea.”

“He is to me!” she yells.

That leaves me in awe. She really sees him as her everything. She’s more invested than I thought.

She begins tearing up as she speaks. “You don’t understand how much I’ve idolized him since I’ve set my eyes on him. He’s the reason I pursued medicine and why I applied for this internship in this hospital; where I would work under him and be next to him. And you took that all away from me.”

My breath was caught in my throat. “I-I didn’t know.”

“Of course you didn’t,” she laughs sarcastically. “How could you when you’re all over him?”

“I’m sorry Jihyo,” I say quietly as I look to the floor.

“If you’re really sorry then break up with him.”

I look up at her and am met with a determinant glare. “I-“

“Or I’ll ruin your career,” she interrupts. “You choose.”

“Even if I break up with him, that doesn’t mean he’ll love you back.”

“I’ll make sure he will. So, what will it be? Him or your career?”

A/N: I hope it was worth the wait.

This is sooooo goood! I think I'm in love

Lay Zhang: “A pretty thing like you shouldn’t have a beautiful night go to waste.” // “Just one night.”

You’re walking briskly down a long, elegant hallway, your heels muffled against the clean, dark carpet beneath you. You angrily pull out your phone while turning towards the elevator area from which you had come up.

“We’re breaking up, jerk.”

You hit send, and put your phone away.

Once you approach the elevators, you start hitting against them repeatedly. Open up fast, you stupid little shit! You can feel the first couple tears run down your cheeks, but you try to ignore them.

After a couple minutes, the doors finally open. You’re covering your eyes, and walk inside, pressing the button for the lobby.

“Excuse me,” a voice echoes through the elevator. “Are you okay?”

You weren’t expecting anyone inside, so you were startled to realize that there was actually a person with you. I must’ve missed his presence, you think.

You smile regardless. “Yes, I believe I’m okay,” you say. The elevator doors close. Suddenly, not a couple seconds go by before the doors open again, and your (now ex) boyfriend is standing there wearing only his bathrobe. His arms extend on the sides of the elevator, preventing the doors from closing.

“I’m so sorry, it’s not what it seems! She’s a co-worker, we were working and I just… we started drinking, you know?” Your ex-boyfriend pleads for you, but you’re crying harder now.

“I DON’T WANT TO HEAR IT!!” You shout, slamming on the buttons to close now. “Get out and let me go! Or I’ll call security!” You quickly dial 911, and show him your phone, extending your hand out towards him. He obeys, and steps back, shouting back at you to ‘please understand,’ until the doors finally close.

You try to control your sobs, and remember that there’s still that guy who was in the elevator with you! How embarrassing, you think. You turn towards him and start apologizing immediately.

“I’m so sorry, I-I wanted to come home to my boyfriend early so I called off work today, but I caught him w-with another wo-woman,—” you break down into terrible sobs, covering your face in complete embarrassment and disappointment.

Suddenly, the guy in the elevator hugs you calmly, and the elevator doors open again. “Let’s step out for a second, okay?” He whispers, and you step off awkwardly whilst another couple walks into the elevator behind you.

You’re now in the elevator waiting area, on the floor number who-knows-what, and you take a seat with the anonymous boy. “Do you feel like talking about it?” He wipes several tears off you, completely welcoming his aura into yours.

“I’m so sorry, this is so embarrassing.” You say, giving him your best smile despite your mess of makeup.

“You’re okay. Hey, life happens. You don’t deserve someone who doesn’t put you first, regardless of their status or title.”

You looked up through a mess of tears and smiled.

“Thank you,” you whisper. He gives you his best dimples. You can’t help but think about how stupid it was to come up to your boyfriend’s place, dressed to the nines, hoping you’d be in for a great night of surprises.

But now you’re sitting with a stranger, crying to him about your newly found issues, and feel worse because you’re probably holding this boy back from wherever he was originally headed to.

Nevertheless, you decide to apologize and prepare to head out again. “I guess I should’ve seen it coming,” you confide in him. “Ever since his business blew up over the summer, it’s as if I’ve been dating a completely different person. He’s cockier now, even moved into this luxury apartment, and now I’m being cheated on.” You sighed and looked around this new hallway of the luxurious apartment complex, wishing the people within it were also a charm that could be just as appreciated inside and out.

“You call his apartment a luxury?” The guy smirked, looking around.

“Oh, well I think it is. It’s one of the best in the country. I assume you also live here, no?”

He laughs softly. “I suppose I do? But now I hate that I have an asshole neighbor, it seems.”

You both share a laugh, and he extends his hand out to you.

“My name is Lay Zhang, a pleasure to meet you,” he smiles.

You shake his hand with both your hands, and introduce yourself.

“I’m sorry we have to meet this way,” you laugh. “But, I do appreciate you taking the time to comfort me. I’m in for a long night,” you pout, and feel your phone vibrating relentlessly in your pocket.

You pull it out and you both look down, only to see that you now have 26 missed calls. You unlock the phone and go to his messages, finding countless text messages waiting for you as well.

“Do me a favor before you go,” says Lay, reaching his hand towards your phone. He takes it in his hand and blocks your ex boyfriend altogether, then returns it to you. “Don’t undo that.”

You look up in shock, not knowing what to say. “What if he reaches out on my socials—”

“You’re gonna repeat what I just did anywhere that he does, okay?”

You nod, and decide to put your phone back in your pocket.

“I apologize for keeping you from any plans you intended right now, Lay,” you start standing up from your seat and wipe your coat off.

“No, no. I was actually returning from work, anyway. I was going up the elevator, remember?”

“Ah, I see. I apologize for stealing time out of your evening, then.”

He cocks his head to the side. “You’re okay. I didn’t have much going on tonight, anyway. But…”

You look up, your gaze meeting his. “But?”

He shrugs. “I have to say, before you head out. You look beautiful tonight. Even with your crying, your ex missed out on so much.” He gives you his dimples again, and this time you can’t help but blush.

“Thank you, I hope to let him know that when he decides to crawl back,” you smirk.

“You don’t live here though, do you? I mean, with him?” He asks.

You sigh, remembering that you do live together.

“I’ll find a hotel room to stay at tonight, and come pick up my things from his place tomorrow with a couple friends. I guess I’ll head home to rest,” you look down, slightly upset that you spent a good dollar for the beautiful royal-purple dress you had on for him. You meant for the night to be a special one, considering it was, in fact, his birthday.

Lay lifts your chin with his finger, fixing your eyes onto his. “Well. A pretty thing like you shouldn’t have a beautiful night go to waste, then. What if I invited you to my place upstairs for dinner instead?”

Your eyes widened. “No, no, I don’t mean to bother you tonight. That would be a hassle for you—”

“Trust me when I say, my place will make him jealous.” He smirks, removing his finger from your face.

You blush, contemplating carefully on the offer. “A few pictures would make him mad,” you insist. “…of me eating at a beautiful apartment with a handsome guy like you.”

You both make way for the elevator, and you turn towards the buttons. “What floor are you?”

He laughs and takes a card, swiping it over a small scanner over the buttons. The elevator beeps, and you watch as the floors rise slowly, then quickly, one by one each floor is ascending more and more.

Then, the elevator stops.

You’re at the top floor, and the doors open only to find yourself within a massive, gorgeous penthouse.

“Wh-what is this? Do you live here?” You awe in amazement at the expensive decor and architecture surrounding you.

“I’m a man of many hats,” he says, placing his coat on a nearby hanger. “May I?” He reaches over to remove your own coat, and places it under his.

“This place is… is… it’s beautiful!”

“I’m glad you think that,” he walks over to remove his shoes, and invites you to do the same. You do so as well, and he allows you to wear his house slippers for comfort.

“I’ll have something nice catered for us tonight from one of my favorite restaurants around the area, and while we wait for it to get here, we can go around taking all the pictures you want to get back at your ex,” he says. You agree willfully, and watch in excitement as he places a call for your dinner.

Moments later, you find yourself posing at different places of his apartment and balcony, making sure to have grabbed your heels and only worn them over and over for the pictures themselves. He would laugh every time, making sure to take the best angles of you in your gorgeous well-fitted dress.

A few times, you’d even catch him staring too long at either you or the pictures he’d taken of you.

“What if,” you start suggesting, “you appeared in some of my pictures, too?”

“Oh, no, I don’t think I can do that.” He says this sternly, and starts to return your phone.

“That’s okay,” you sound defeated.

“It’s not that I don’t want to, it’s more of a… if we did, you can’t show them. To anyone. Or anywhere.”

“Why’s that?” Your question is then interrupted by room service, and you figure your dinner is here.

You are having wonderful conversation over the delicious food Lay’s ordered, when he offers to pour more wine for you. You agree, and soon you both start becoming a little too tipsy.

“Tell me,” you say over your glass. “Why’d you freak out earlier over taking a picture?”

He frowned, taking a sip of his own wine. “Nah, it’s not that I freaked out. But I’d probably get in trouble.”

You take another sip. “What are you, some cartel guy?”

He lets out a loud laugh, but shakes his head. “Nah, nothing like that.”

“You’re a fashion designer,” you say. “You mentioned earlier that you wear ‘many hats,’ right?”

“That’s a metaphor to say I am a lot of things.”

“Ooh, fancy boy,” you say, taking a last sip before you decide you’ve had enough wine. “What do you do?”

“Singer,” he smiles. “I dance and act, too. Producer, songwriter. Businessman. And other things.”

Your eyes widened. “Hold up, what the hell!? WHO am I in the presence of!?” You suddenly feel yourself sobering up.

Lay laughs. “Lay Zhang, sweetheart.”

You marvel at the way his own name leaves his mouth, almost as if he knows the power it holds in itself once revealed.

“My ex could never!” You look at him for a second, then deciding, “What if you’re in my pictures, but not your face?”

He contemplates this question, looking up at the ceiling before shrugging in agreement. “We could try that,” he says.

The two of you lazily start taking pictures of your hands holding, your head leaning against his shoulder, and him hugging you from behind. Then, he takes your phone, and snaps a picture of himself kissing your cheek.

“Crop that as much as you can,” he whispers, and you can feel the scent of wine hit your nose. His eyes are begging for something, completely entrancing you with his stare, but you don’t know how to read them. He’s a gentleman, but there’s something else. A hunger of some sort, deep within his gaze. You look alway, completely intimidated and unable to keep up with him.

“Okay,” you agree, but you’re no longer interested in pictures. Before you can say anything more, a yawn escapes your mouth.

“Someone’s tired,” Lay whispers.

“I’ll call an Uber,” you begin. “Thank you for letting—”

“Nah, you’re not calling no Uber. Stay with me,” he whines. “Just one night.”

You sleepily look up at him and agree.

“I’ll give you some of my clothes.”

Moments later, you’re in Lay’s bathroom, wearing one of his shirts and boxers. What am I doing?

“Do you have a guest room?” You call out, looking around for him. But he’s nowhere in sight. You decide to wander around the penthouse for a bit, until you finally find him in in the living room, sitting next to one of the large floor-to-ceiling window panes. You approach him, sitting quietly next to him.

“Lay?” You whisper, and he turns to you.

“Hey,” he answers steadily.

“Do you have a guest room?” You ask, but barely catch sight of him in the dark.

“Yeah,” he answers. “But won’t you feel lonely?”

You shake your head. “Lay, it’s one night. I’ll be fine.”

He shakes his head, and turns his attention back to the city before you both.

“Do you…” you start again, carefully choosing your words. “Do you ever feel lonely up here?”

There is a long moment of silence before he finally speaks up again.

“Sometimes I do,” he whispers. “No point in having a place as great as this if I’m spending it alone.”

Silence fills the air, the distant sounds of the night life outside humming in the background.

“However,” he looks towards your silhouette in the dark. “Having you here for an evening has helped with that, even if I only just met you. You’ve been a breath of fresh air.”

You smile, though he probably can’t see in the dark. “You’ve been just as helpful to me, too.” You stand up, and stretch your arms at him. “Let’s go to sleep.”

He takes your hands, and you heave him up. “You’ll sleep with me!?” He says out in the dark excitedly.

“No, that’s not what I—”

“Oh, oh I’m sorry,” he takes back his hands from yours and rubs the back of his neck. “You, uh, have a goodnight. The guest room is here, down the hallway and to the left. Let me know when you’re awake in the morning.”

He begins to slowly walk back up the stairs, and you feel a tinge of regret.

“Yixing,” you call out. He stops before going up the stairs, and turns his attention to you.

“How do you know my name?”

“I looked it up, Yixing,” you roll your eyes, but he can’t see that. “You’re Lay Zhang, after all. You’re all over the internet.”

He giggles. “I like that, call me that more.”

As he turns to leave, you hear yourself call back, “Stay with me!”

This shocks you both, and you place a hand over your mouth.

“Are you being serious?” He asks, approaching you slowly now. His silhouette is now directly in front of you in the dark, and you can barely make out his calming eyes under the moonlight. “I’m sorry I requested it earlier, but I don’t want to force you to feel like you have to—”

Immediately, the urge and action overcomes you, and you wrap your arms around his neck, embracing him in a soft, long kiss.

What am I doing!?

Lay doesn’t flinch, doesn’t retrieve himself, doesn’t question it. He just slowly places his hands on your waist, bringing you closer to him.

After the tender moment, you pull back, and whisper to him, “I enjoy you, Yixing.”

He smiles, pulling you in for another kiss, whispering “I enjoy you, too,” in between breaths.

Say you’ll stay with me, Lay thinks to himself, so that I won’t spend anymore lonely nights up here.

Let me stay with you, you think to yourself, so that you and I can keep each other’s company.

And in that moment, he excitedly invites you upstairs to his room to finish your intimacy under his soft, warm mess of pillows, covers, and comforters.

The penthouse tonight is now not so empty, after all.

Playing with fire Park Chanyeol / X-EXO Chanyeøl

* gif not mine *

I thought it would be a quiet day, but nothing had been like that since I discovered his existence.

Chanyeol was worried but most of all angry and this guy appeared everywhere we went.

Chanyeol's mood changed as soon as I saw him, he looked annoyed and uncomfortable whenever he was near or around us.

I didn't want to add to that, so I never mentioned to him that I had discovered this guy following me, watching from afar what I was doing, among other things.

I wasn't afraid of him, I was very intrigued. Where did he come from? What was he looking for?

×××

The day I found him outside my apartment, injured and almost unconscious it was impossible for me to ignore him, for me it was like turning my back on Chanyeol and that caused my heart to ache.

With the little strength he had left and my help he was able to make it to the sofa in the living room, where he collapsed totally defeated. I felt bad for him, he looked weak and looked totally harmless.

I watched him for a few seconds before going in search of the small first aid kit. I was cleaning the wounds on his face when he suddenly opened his eyes, he watched me for a few seconds before looking around.

He seemed to be looking for someone, when he saw us alone he seemed to relax and let me continue with my work.

After finishing I let him rest while I prepared dinner, my mind was in chaos, I didn't know what to do. Chanyeol would be here soon and if he was still here there could be trouble.

I wasn't afraid to be alone with him, I didn't feel that he could harm me, but I knew that Chanyeol would be totally out of his mind when he found out about this.

The jingling of keys and the small muffled noises on the other side of the door signaled his arrival, my nerves rose to an unimaginable level, there was nothing to do...

He walked straight to where I was, he greeted me with a small kiss on my forehead while he commented that he was starving, for a moment I remained static. He had passed in front of the sofa where his other self was and he didn't react to it, the nerves were still running through my being in a way that I couldn't bear any longer.

EXO-L: Unfortunately, the only bright thing in my future is this annoying ass sun that won't go away.

Chen: *Smiles*

EXO-L: SIR DO YOU MIND?! I'M TRYNNA HAVE A BAD DAY HERE!

Jongin: You know...I used to think I'm indecisive, but now, I'm not too sure.

Sehun: Are you fucking serious right now.

EXO-L: Hey! What's you phone number?

Kyungsoo: I don't have a phone

Xiumin: What's up

Suho after spending a whole day with the beagle line: My blood pressure.

Sehun: Chanyeol can't be good at everything. Maybe he's a bad kisser..?

Baekhyun: No, he's good at that too.

Sehun: What?

Baekhyun: What?

Suho to someone on call: Yesterday I overheard Sehun ask Baekhyun 'is it okay?' And Baekhyun replied 'trust me' I've never moved so fast from one room to another in my life.