[fic] take this stained hand (2/2)
[part 1]
The three men sat around the coffee table in the living room. Jongin anxiously tapped his foot against the floor while Baekhyun stared off into space. And at that moment, Minseok wished he could slip between the couch cushions and disappear. Anything to get away from this strange situation.
"Well what should we start with first?" Jongin asked.
"Baekhyun must be your other roommate, right?" Minseok said and Jongin nodded. "Does he know what you guys do?"
"Yes. I know Jongin's profession quite well," Baekhyun said. Jongin laughed, throwing his head back and opening his mouth wide, as if they were sharing an inside joke.
"And you're ... okay with it?"
"I have to be, or else I wouldn't be here right now," Baekhyun said, shifting his body so he could focus on Minseok. Baekhyun shot him an easy smile. "How did you find this place, anyway?"
"Someone left me the address. And I had no idea it'd turn out to be your apartment. I'm not stalking you or anything," Minseok rushed out, raising his hands up in front of his face. "I'm sorry."
"Why are you apologizing?"
"Because ... you're avoiding me, right? You don't want to see me," Minseok said with a frown.
Baekhyun shifted closer, closing the distance between them. "I was avoiding you, but not-I didn't mean to make you feel like it was your fault. It was because of me, as dumb as that sounds."
"I'm just going to leave you two alone," Jongin said, as he stood up and left the living room. Baekhyun then let out a breath and looked at Minseok, eyes weary. Minseok reached forward, running a finger underneath Baekhyun's eyes. Just as Junmyeon had done for him so many times before. Showing concern.
"Why did you decide to avoid me?"
Baekhyun swallowed, leaning into Minseok's touch. His eyelids fluttered shut as he hummed and leaned close, lips brushing against Minseok's. "Once I tell you, you'll hate me."
"I wouldn't," Minseok said. He pecked Baekhyun before he moved back, the arm rest digging into his back in the most uncomfortable fashion. "Just tell me, please."
Baekhyun stared at him, his shoulders hunched forward as the words Minseok never would have expected left his lips. "I'm the incubus, the one who haunted you. It was me."
Holding Minseok's hand tight, Baekhyun's eyes searched his but Minseok couldn't focus. He had no clue what to say or how to reply, but one question managed to slip past his shocked state. "Then how ... how are you here? And not in my dreams?"
"That's thanks to me." Jongin returned to the living room with a little wave, another person trailing after him. "This is Sehun, the other guy who helped with the exorcism."
Sehun stood tall, body thin and sharp all over. But despite his unique appearance, Minseok couldn't recognize him.
Minseok pulled his hand away from Baekhyun's hold. He rubbed his throbbing temple as Jongin and Sehun stepped closer.
"This makes no sense," Minseok said in irritation, the corners of his mouth turned down. "You're exorcists, so why would you help a demon?"
"To learn," Sehun said.
"Learn? Learn what?"
"Everyone around us just thought we were messing around and never took us seriously. A lot of the exorcisms we did were thanks to what we learned from Sehun's grandmother but-"
"It wasn't enough. For us to be seen as true exorcists we need to learn more. And, what better way to do that than learn from an actual demon," Sehun finished, pointing at Baekhyun. "Plus, this particular demon wanted to come to our world, so it all worked out."
Minseok stood up, body trembling, not from anxiety but anger and betrayal. "I can't believe you were all a part of this. I can't believe you let him-" A shaking finger pointed at Baekhyun, "back into my life. You were supposed to exorcise him."
"Minseok, Minseok. Calm down. You told me you liked Baekhyun. Despite everything, you said you wished things could have ended differently," Jongin said. He tugged at the edge of his jeans. "So, couldn't you consider this your fresh start?"
"Not like this. Not through lies and secrets. I don't even know what to think," Minseok said, inching further away from Baekhyun.
"You told me you hated it, when I was an incubus, that's why I stayed away. Do you need some time away, too?" Baekhyun asked, voice soft, carrying across the quiet room.
"Yes, I-I need time to figure this out. I'll ... I'll go," Minseok said, getting up and leaving the apartment.
Into the darkness of the night.
---
The next day at work, Minseok carried on as he always did. But the heavy atmosphere around him caused most to stay away. Jongdae had greeted him in the morning and offered to buy him lunch, but Minseok rejected the offer. He told Jongdae that he just wanted to rest.
"Okay. Just, take care of yourself. Please? I hate seeing you like this," Jongdae had said, before walking away.
Minseok spent his break in the staffroom, lost in his thoughts. He couldn't believe that the incubus and Baekhyun had been the same person all along. This did explain some things, like how eager Baekhyun had been and how well he seemed to know Minseok. But still ... for Baekhyun to come all the way here just to spend time with him - Minseok wasn't sure how to take it. Should he be flattered or scared? Should he listen to Jongin and take this as a fresh start or cut ties while he still had the chance?
After his break, Minseok's thoughts were still unclear. He walked around the shop, but paused when he spotted Junmyeon leaning against a wall, staring off into space. The bags under his eyes were deep and dark, and Minseok's chest ached as he rushed over to him. "Junmyeon!"
Junmyeon looked up, swaying forward as he took a step towards him. Minseok stopped him with a hand on his shoulder, helping him keep his balance. "Why did you come to work today? You can't even stand without me holding you up."
"It wasn't this bad in the morning," Junmyeon said. The dullness of his eyes caused a lump to form in Minseok's throat and he bit his lip, focusing on the floor.
"You should go home," Minseok said but Junmyeon scoffed.
"And when have you cared about how I felt?"
"Of course I care, you're my best friend. I'll always worry about you."
Junmyeon laughed and looked up at Minseok, gaze fixed onto his neck. "If you cared, you would see what's right in front of you."
"What's right in front of me?" Minseok asked but Junmyeon didn't answer. He tried to walk away but he stumbled and would have fallen over if Minseok hadn't held his arm and kept him upright. "Okay, I'm taking you home. Let me just ask the manager since there's no way you can keep on working like this."
Leading Junmyeon back to the staffroom, Minseok placed him onto a chair. He then went to the manager's office, explaining the situation. She agreed to send both of them home early and Minseok hurried back to Junmyeon. He grabbed both of their things and took Junmyeon's hand to lead him to his car.
Junmyeon trailed after him, like dead weight on his hand but Minseok didn't mind. He pushed Junmyeon into the passenger seat and moved to the driver's side.
The ride to Junmyeon's apartment was silent. Minseok thought Junmyeon had fallen asleep until he spotted him watching him from the rearview mirror. Minseok could only gulp at the sight, continuing down the road.
---
"There you go," Minseok said with a grunt, dropping Junmyeon onto his bed. "It's been a while since I've visited your place. Still as messy as always."
Minseok kicked a few loose shirts and pants around on the floor, but paused at the sight of an old t-shirt. He'd seen the shirt before, not that long ago. Not on Junmyeon, but somebody else. Crouching low, Minseok lifted it up, eying the familiar design on the front. He picked it up and turned to Junmyeon who lay on the bed, watching him, eyes heavy-lidded. Minseok crumpled the shirt even more and let it drop from his hands, watching as it fell back onto the ground.
He then nodded to Junmyeon, pointing to the door. "I'll head back then. Feel better, Junmyeon."
"Aren't you going to ask about the shirt?" Minseok froze by the door. His shoulders stiffened, but he didn't turn around. The bed creaked as Junmyeon shuffled around. "Or the bruises on my neck? Don't they look familiar?"
"What are you getting at?" Minseok asked, facing Junmyeon.
"I'm just trying to get you to open your eyes, Minseok. Don't you see? He's playing you, he's been playing you for far longer than you realize."
Minseok narrowed his eyes as he focused on Junmyeon. "Just say it straight."
"Every time you told Baekhyun no, every time he left you, do you know where he went? Who he went to?"
Minseok stumbled back, using the nearby wall to keep his body upright. "You couldn't have ..."
Junmyeon coughed, and leaned back against the headboard, eyes glossy. "I didn't want to do it, but he ... he threatened me. I only agreed because he said he'd hurt you unless I listened to him, so I did. But I hated myself more and more, each time."
Hate.
Minseok could understand Junmyeon's feelings. He hated himself too, hated what he'd become because of Baekhyun. He hated how the people around him suffered so much because he'd been too weak to say no.
"But why did he choose you? He knows you're close to me," Minseok said, scratching at his temple.
"Because he's twisted. Because he's an incubus and he still needs sex to survive. No matter what he says or how much he pretends, he'll never be human. And you shouldn't try to make things work with him."
Minseok came forward and stopped at the foot of the bed. He climbed onto it and crawled towards Junmyeon, stopping once he sat next to him. "You should have told me the moment he approached you. Did you think I wouldn't believe you?" Minseok asked.
"Don't you remember? What he is, what he can do." Junmyeon shifted, knee brushing against Minseok's crotch. Minseok shuddered and moved away, keeping quiet since Junmyeon didn't even seem to realize what he'd done.
"Yes, I know everything now," Minseok said, pressing a palm onto his rapidly reddening cheek. "Did you know who Baekhyun was all along?"
Junmyeon nodded. "I didn't say anything because he threatened me and you didn't seem to recall who he was. I thought it'd be better to not put more stress onto you."
"Then, what about the paper with his address you left at my apartment yesterday?"
"The address was a last minute effort to help you learn the truth. I thought if you showed up and saw Jongin and Sehun, Baekhyun would have to tell you everything."
Minseok remained silent, unsure where to go from here. He'd told Baekhyun he needed more time. But seeing as he'd lied and even slept with his best friend, there wasn't much of their relationship to save.
"I'm so sorry," Junmyeon whispered.
"It's okay, I should be sorry for bring this into our lives. I wasn't lying when I said I cared about you, and I wish I could have seen this all sooner," Minseok said, squeezing Junmyeon's knee. "I think I should go now."
Minseok tried to leave but Junmyeon grabbed his hand, fingers skimming over the watch on his wrist. "Wait, Minseok-"
The rest of Junmyeon's words got lost in the kiss he pressed onto Minseok's lips. He moved closer so Minseok would fall back onto the bed. Junmyeon then placed his knees on either side of Minseok's hips, getting comfortable on his lap as he looked down at him with a smile. "I know how you can make it up to me."
"Junmyeon, we went through this-"
Another kiss cut Minseok off, and Junmyeon trailed his mouth down to Minseok's neck, sucking on the skin. Minseok shuddered, grabbing a fistful of Junmyeon's hair to pull him back but he wouldn't stop. He scraped his teeth over Minseok's pulse and then leaned back.
Junmyeon wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. "I wanted to put my own mark there. I don't want to see his mark on you ever again."
Minseok chuckled and shifted to push Junmyeon off of him. "That's enough, we're not doing this."
"But I want you. I've always wanted you," Junmyeon whispered, gripping Minseok's shoulders to keep his balance. "And I know you want me too. That's why you're always looking at me and why you brought me home to make sure I was okay."
"I was looking at the bruises and scratches on your neck," Minseok said. Junmyeon shook his head and grabbed the ends of his shirt, pulling it over his head.
Minseok gasped at the sight. Scratches and bruises littered Junmyeon's once flawless skin. Minseok couldn't stop his hand as it reached out and traced over the marks. "He did this?"
Junmyeon nodded, placing his hand over Minseok's and guiding it up to his nipple. He made Minseok squeeze one, throwing his head back with a breathy moan. "Mark me, Minseok."
Minseok swallowed at the sight, using his other hand to smooth down Junmyeon's taunt skin. His nails lightly traced over the scratches already there. He frowned at Junmyeon. "I don't want this to mean more to you than it would for me. I-"
"I don't care," Junmyeon said, rolling off of Minseok and sitting next to him. He grabbed Minseok's wrist and took off the watch, tossing it behind him.
Junmyeon yanked Minseok's body forward, until he was the one who straddled Junmyeon's lap.
"I just want you," he whispered, and what could Minseok say to that? He could only moan as Junmyeon began to rub his cock over his pants. "Okay?"
"O-okay," Minseok said and Junmyeon moved to unbutton Minseok's pants, fingers quick. He pulled them down, and Minseok raised off of Junmyeon lap to help. Junmyeon then dragged down Minseok's boxers, until they were mid thigh, exposing Minseok fully.
Junmyeon paused and Minseok coughed, trying to get Junmyeon to focus attention on anything but the half hard dick in front of him. The sound only made Junmyeon start up again, wrapping his hand around Minseok's cock. His grip was strong and his hands were rougher than Minseok expected.
The feeling only caused Minseok to let out a shaky whimper, pressing his forehead onto Junmyeon's shoulder.
"Good?" Junmyeon asked, twisting his wrist and cupping Minseok's balls with his other hand. Minseok moaned in answer. He was too turned on to speak, and didn't trust himself to say something that wouldn't be embarrassing.
The amazing friction from Junmyeon's hand was then lost, and Minseok moved back with a whine. He had half the mind to grab Junmyeon's wrist and get him back to work. But when he looked down to see why Junmyeon had paused he understood.
Junmyeon's hands that had just been all over his cock were now opening his own pants. Minseok slid down Junmyeon's thighs so he could pull his pants down low enough. And once Junmyeon's cock was free, Minseok shifted back up and gripped both of their cocks in his hand. He spit over them and used his hand to drag it up and down to make the slide easier.
Throwing his head back, Junmyeon let out a loud moan, hand moving to Minseok's bare wrist and gripping it tightly. The touch made Minseok speed up his pace and Junmyeon let out another moan, thrusting up into Minseok's hand. Almost knocking Minseok off of his lap all together.
Minseok gave a hard squeeze and Junmyeon came over his hand with a shiver. His expression twisted in way that had Minseok holding back the laughter that almost slipped past his lips.
Junmyeon trailed his hand down Minseok wrist and placed it over Minseok's hand, mirroring his hold. Minseok moaned and when Junmyeon swiped his thumb over the slit of his cock. He came with with a gasp, falling back and slamming his head against Junmyeon's knee.
They both froze for a second, before they burst out into laughter. Junmyeon stuck out his cum covered hand to help Minseok up, and Minseok took it.
---
The beeping of Junmyeon's alarm clock woke Minseok up the following morning. He'd put on his boxers before going to bed. But the evidence of their night was spread across the bedroom floor, in their rumpled clothes.
Minseok sat up with a yawn and rubbed his eye, looking at his side. Junmyeon slept peacefully, face relaxed and skin covered in even more marks, but the same went for Minseok.
Minseok got up and stretched, picking up his clothes from the floor and getting dressed. He'd never thought he'd have to deal with escaping the morning after ... from Junmyeon. But he'd never thought he and Junmyeon would do something like that in the first place. Minseok didn't know what this made them now, but he knew he and Junmyeon would have to talk.
The wrinkles in Minseok's shirt didn't appear any better, no matter how much he smoothed his hands down the fabric. So he gave up with a sigh, leaving the room and heading to the front door, locking it behind himself.
---
Minseok exited the elevator and headed for his apartment, but stopped when he spotted a hunched figure seated next to his door. He stepped closer, keeping his steps careful and hands free in case he needed to fight the stranger off. Minseok stopped in front of his door and took his key out. He tried to unlock the door as quickly as he could, but his trembling fingers made it difficult.
The door finally unlocked and Minseok rushed inside, but the stranger was faster. They'd already gotten up pushed Minseok forward, following after him. Minseok turned to face the intruder with his fists raised but stopped once he recognized them. "Baekhyun?"
Baekhyun pulled his hood down and smiled. He didn't try to fix his disheveled hair. Instead, he raised up his own open palms, as if surrendering. Waving his white flag to Minseok.
"I need to talk to you," Baekhyun said.
"I thought we agreed to give each other time to figure this all out?"
"We did, but I wanted to talk to you without- Wait, what is that on your neck?" Baekhyun asked, moving closer. He stopped in front of Minseok and touched the side of his neck, cold fingers prodding the bruised skin. "Who gave you these marks?"
Minseok opened his mouth, and then shut it right after, at a loss for words.
"I asked you, who did this?" Baekhyun repeated, hand wrapping around the side of Minseok's neck. A whimper escaped Minseok's lips as he locked gazes with Baekhyun, whose eyes were dark with anger. His grip only tightened at Minseok's silence.
"Why does it m-matter?" Minseok asked, trying to pull Baekhyun's hand away. "You weren't honest with me, either."
"What are you even saying?"
Baekhyun let him go, and Minseok stepped back, taking deep, trembling breaths. "I saw those marks on your chest."
"And you thought I was messing around with someone else?" Baekhyun asked
"Weren't you?
"No, I did that to myself," Baekhyun said, licking his lips. Minseok didn't say anything, so Baekhyun continued. "I hate my nature, so I scratch myself to hold off the cravings for ... y'know."
Minseok nodded, not trusting his voice to speak. After a bit of silence, he spoke again. "Junmyeon ... he told me what you did to him. What you threatened him to do."
"And what was that?"
"You made him have sex with you. And you told him that if he didn't you'd hurt me, because Junmyeon knew what you were all along. I was just too stupid to realize it."
"Is that what he told you to get you into his bed? Are you really that easy?"
Minseok gasped at the insult, lips trembling from the harshness of Baekhyun's words. But this time, he wouldn't allow himself to back down. He'd say everything that was on his mind. "He told me that because he's my best friend, and he risked his life for my safety. That's far more than you've ever done for me."
"How are you so sure he didn't lie to you, to make himself look like the victim and for me to look like the bad guy. To make you feel guilty so you'd have no choice but to do whatever he wanted, because you felt bad for poor Junmyeon."
"What makes you so sure that's what happened?" Minseok asked.
"I have proof," Baekhyun said, arms crossed. "And I can show you, too. You just have to come with me."
"And if you're wrong?"
"Then ... I'll go away, for good. I'll leave you alone," Baekhyun said with a nod. He then stuck out his hand. "Now, will you take my hand, one last time?"
---
"Why are we at Jongdae's apartment? Wait, how do you even know where he lives?" Minseok asked, parking at the building Baekhyun had given him directions to.
"This is where your friend spends most of his time," Baekhyun answered, stepping out of the car and turning around. "Let's go, or we'll miss it."
Minseok followed after Baekhyun, keeping his distance as they walked to the back of the building. They entered through garbage truck entrance. Baekhyun weaved through the many doors and hallways with ease, as Minseok hurried after him. He tried his best to keep Baekhyun's back in view.
They finally stopped at the elevator, and Baekhyun pressed the button before taking his phone out of his pocket. "We'll be cutting it pretty close," he said with a frown.
Minseok didn't reply, knowing that he'd only ask questions that Baekhyun would dodge with skill.
The glow from the phone screen illuminated Baekhyun's tired face. And despite the exhaustion he showed, he still looked handsome with his soft features and smooth skin. Minseok found himself lost analyzing the face that'd once visited him in his nightmares.
The elevator doors opened and Baekhyun placed a hand on Minseok's shoulder to lead him forward. Baekhyun tapped his foot, eyes glued onto the glowing number 4. He was so focused that he jumped when the elevator dinged and the doors opened once again.
Minseok chuckled behind his hand. He copied Baekhyun's earlier movements and placed a hand on his shoulder, shoving him out. Once he regained mobility, Baekhyun moved past Jongdae's apartment door, to the end of the hallway. They hid around the corner, behind one of the walls.
"Just watch," Baekhyun said.
Baekhyun and Minseok stared at the door for a few minutes, before a figure appeared from around the corner. Minseok's eyes widened when he recognized the person as Junmyeon.
Junmyeon stopped in front of Jongdae's door and knocked. The sound echoed down the hallway, all the way to their little hideout.
The door opened right away, and Jongdae stepped out, enveloping Junmyeon in a tight hug. He then stepped back and moved closer. Giving him a peck on the lips. Minseok gasped and Baekhyun stroked his back, the motion calming. He looked at Baekhyun with his eyebrows raised and whispered. "How long?"
"For as long as I've been here in your world, maybe longer," Baekhyun said, lips brushing against Minseok's ear. He shivered at Baekhyun's warm breath.
Jongdae pulled Junmyeon inside, and the door shut with a quiet click. Minseok leaned back against the wall, fingers curling into fists. He frowned at his shoes. "I'm sorry ... for accusing you. It's just-"
"They're your friends, and I'm, well, me. I get it," Baekhyun said. Minseok's frown only deepened. He grabbed Baekhyun's hand, pouring all of his emotions into the grip.
"But you're my boyfriend. I should trust you."
Baekhyun blinked slowly and then squeezed Minseok's hand back. "Does this mean-"
"We still have a lot to talk about and you're not in the clear yet," Minseok began, trailing his thumb over Baekhyun's knuckles. "But yes, you're my boyfriend. If you still want me?"
Baekhyun answered Minseok with a kiss, lips soft and firm. And Minseok knew this time, things would be different.
---
Minseok stood in front of the shop, struggling to get his feet to move forward. He'd have to talk to Jongdae and Junmyeon today, and he had no clue how to let them know he'd seen them together. Minseok wanted to figure out why Junmyeon had lied about Baekhyun threatening him, and if Jongdae had anything to do with it.
Finally managing to get his feet moving, Minseok entered the store and went straight to the staffroom. He spotted Jongdae seated at a corner table, taping away on his phone. Taking a deep breath, Minseok shuffled over to his locker and put away his sweater. He slipped on his security pass and went over to Jongdae.
"Hey, Minseok. Feeling better?" Jongdae asked, not looking up from his phone.
"Yeah, much better. Thanks. Um, actually, can I talk to you?"
Jongdae placed his phone down onto the table. He focused on Minseok who'd just taken a seat next to him. "Sure, what's up?"
"It's about Junmyeon," Minseok said, taping his fingers onto the table. "I'm just curious, are you guys ... together?"
Jongdae's eyes widened, and he leaned back against the chair. "That's quite the loaded question to ask on a Thursday morning."
"Are you two dating?" Minseok repeated, tone sharper.
"We don't have a label or anything," Jongdae said, laughing to fill in the strange atmosphere. "This is kinda weird to talk about at work."
"Do you know if he's seeing anyone else?"
Jongdae rubbed the back of his neck and shrugged. "He's too into you to look at anyone else, I think. We just mess around."
With a nod, Minseok stood up and headed to the door, tossing over his shoulder a see you later at Jongdae. The door closing on Jongdae's face frozen in surprise.
---
After he helped a few customers, Minseok looked around the shop. He found Junmyeon leaning against a glass display towards the back. Minseok headed over, walking with long, purposeful strides. "Junmyeon!"
He smiled when he saw Minseok, cheeks round in his happiness. Junmyeon wrapped his arms around Minseok's waist, pulling him flush against his body. Normally, Minseok would play along with Junmyeon's touchy nature, but today he struggled. He struggled until Junmyeon let him go, stepping back with his face pinched in worry. "What's wrong?"
"I know you lied about Baekhyun. I know you and Jongdae were messing around and you lied to me," Minseok rushed out. It took all of his power not to hurt Junmyeon at that moment. Hurt Junmyeon like how he hurt him.
"What do you mean?"
"Stop it. I get the phone call now, this was all some sort of game for you. You were tired of everything not going your way. So you made up some elaborate story with villains and victims and made me choose which side to take," Minseok said. He stared at the watches in the display. "You didn't want to play along, so you took a risk. And you lost."
Junmyeon tried to grab his hand, but Minseok moved away, shaking his head. "I think this is it. I can't forgive you as easily as I did last time. I need a lot more time but even then, I don't think we'll ever be the same."
"Minseok-"
"Are you going to ask for a chance to explain? A chance to feed me even more lies and watch me carry on believing you, like an idiot? Well, you're too late," Minseok said, moving to leave, but pausing and adding- "and I want my watch back. The sooner, the better."
---
The door in front of Minseok intimidated him. As soon as he stepped inside, there would be no turning back. And Minseok wanted nothing more than to turn around and return to his apartment, forgetting this had ever happened.
But his hand had raised on its own, knuckles knocking on the dark wood. Loud shuffling and thumps came from the other side and Minseok took a step back, just as the door flew open. A tired and shirtless Jongin stood on the other side.
He whistled at the sight of Minseok. "Didn't expect to see you back so soon."
"Shut up," Minseok said, pushing past him and entering the apartment.
"Well, hello to you too," Jongin said, walking to the couch and grabbing a shirt, pulling it over his messy bed hair. Minseok blushed and looked away.
"Are you here for Baekhyun?" Jongin asked, and Minseok nodded. "He's sleeping."
"Oh, it's ok-" Minseok stopped himself and cleared his throat. "No, it's not okay. I just want to see him and it won't take long."
Jongin chuckled. "Someone's grown a backbone. How does it feel, seeing everything straight on?"
"Feels like I need to kick your ass to make you shut up for good."
Jongin laughed louder and pointed to the first door, right across from them. "I'll look forward to that, then. That's Baekhyun's room but don't be too loud, okay? Sehun's still asleep."
"That's not my problem," Minseok said. He walked to the room and opened the door, closing it and shutting out Jongin's loud laughter.
The first thing that greeted him was darkness. Minseok wanted to turn on the lights and see everything clearly, but he decided he wasn't that rude.
Stumbling forward, Minseok managed to find the edge of the mattress and climbed onto the bed. His knee slammed against something soft and a groan rang out as Baekhyun shifted in the bed. "What the hell, Jongin. Leave me alone."
"Does Jongin visit your bed often?" Minseok asked and Baekhyun jumped up with a gasp.
"Minseok?"
Minseok nodded in reply but stopped himself and made a noise of agreement. It's not like incubus' had amazing night vision, right?
"What are you doing here?" Baekhyun asked, finger prodding Minseok's forehead.
"I talked to Junmyeon and Jongdae," Minseok said, taking Baekhyun's wrist and moving it down. "And everything was just like you said it was. So I wanted to apologize, again."
Minseok took Baekhyun's finger into his mouth and sucked on it. He smirked at the whimper that escaped Baekhyun's lips.
"Minseok ..." Baekhyun began, pulling his finger free. "Are you sure you want this? I felt so bad last time. It was as if I forced you to have sex with me."
"You're right. Last time, I only said yes to make you happy but I still agreed. Don't forget that and don't blame yourself, okay?" Minseok asked. He took Baekhyun's wrist and shifted his hand down, lacing their fingers together. "It may have been a bad way to go about it, but I'm an adult and I should know not to agree to things for other people, but for myself."
"I still wont forgive myself. I have to understand it works differently in this world, since I'm so used to getting whoever I wanted as an incubus. I should have considered your feelings," Baekhyun said. He placed a wet kiss onto Minseok's cheek. "I have a lot to learn but, do you still want me?"
"Yes."
Minseok turned his head to the side, capturing Baekhyun's lips in a deep kiss. Baekhyun kissed back, but he held back. Minseok didn't mind, as he pushed Baekhyun onto the bed and crawled onto his lap, never separating from his lips. He began to takeoff Baekhyun's shirt, movements fast and sloppy. And Baekhyun lay there, letting Minseok take control. Letting Minseok do as he wished.
Even in the darkness, Minseok could feel Baekhyun's gaze on him. He blushed as he ducked his head down and began to kiss Baekhyun's chest. He trailed his mouth down to Baekhyun's nipples and then his stomach, nibbling on the soft skin there. Minseok stopped at the band of Baekhyun's sweatpants and pulled them down. He lifted himself up so Baekhyun could kick his pants down to his ankles.
With a grin, Minseok looked up at Baekhyun as he moved his lips up and down the side of his hard cock. "How's this?"
Baekhyun let out a moan. "It'd be better if my dick was in your mouth."
"You're missing something there," Minseok said, dragging his tongue up Baekhyun's cock.
"Please?"
Minseok nodded wrapped his lips around the head of Baekhyun's cock. He took half of it down in one go, tongue swirling around anything he could reach as he bobbed his head up and down. Baekhyun hissed and gripped the blankets, hips raising up, thrusting into Minseok's mouth.
Minseok mumbled around Baekhyun's cock, trying to tell him to slow down, but the vibrations only made Baekhyun go faster. Minseok moved off of Baekhyun, rolling his eyes as he replaced his mouth with his hand, stroking his cock.
"I told you to slow down."
"S-sorry," Baekhyun whispered, and he extended his hand, holding the edge of Minseok's shirt and tugging at it. Minseok got the hint, and let go of Baekhyun to take off his shirt and his pants, too.
Baekhyun sat up and motioned for Minseok to lie down. He grabbed something from the nightstand.
Minseok got comfortable as Baekhyun slipped between his legs. He teared open the package of lube and poured some onto his fingers, pushing one into Minseok.
A gasp escaped Minseok's mouth, and he licked his lips as Baekhyun added a second finger and scissored them slowly. Baekhyun then slipped them out and poured the rest of the package onto his hand, stroking his cock to coat it before he leaned down. Minsek wrapped his legs around Baekhyun's hips and groaned when he pushed his cock into him.
Baekhyun started a ruthless pace, balls slapping against Minseok's ass as he thrust into him. He placed one of his hands on the bed to keep his balance, while the other moved to stroke Minseok's cock.
Minseok moaned and rolled his hips back against Baekhyun, shivering at the intensity of his movements.
Baekhyun trailed his mouth over Minseok's neck, stopping at the bruises left by Junmyeon. He licked over them, before sucking some of the skin into his mouth. Minseok bit his lip, grabbing Baekhyun's shoulder and tilting his head to the side.
A few more thrusts and Minseok came over Baekhyun's hand with a shudder. Baekhyun groaned at the sight, lifting Minseok's legs and thrusting deeper. He came inside of Minseok with a shaky moan.
Baekhyun flopped down next to Minseok, leaning over the bed and grabbing his shirt from the floor. He used it to wipe Minseok's stomach clean before he tossed it back down. And Minseok pressed his lips together to keep from saying anything, choosing instead to enjoy the moment.
---
[bonus]
Minseok woke up in Baekhyun's bed, alone. He sat up, running his fingers through his sweaty hair, grimacing as he stood. He picked up his boxers from the floor and put them on as he left to go to the living room.
There he found Sehun, Jongin and Baekhyun seated on the couches, each holding a bowl of cereal and watching the television. Jongin noticed him first, eyes widening and he took in his half-dressed state. "Wow, I might need to ask you to be my new gym buddy."
Baekhyun looked up, mouth hanging open and soggy cereal dribbling down his chin and back into the bowl. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand as he placed the bowl onto the table and walked to Minseok.
"Why aren't you dressed?"
"You guys aren't dressed, either," Minseok said. He squirmed as Baekhyun wrapped him up in his arms to cover his body from Sehun and Jongin's eyes. "And where's my breakfast?"
"We didn't know you'd wake up so soon," Sehun replied with a shrug. "Plus we have our routine down pat. You're kind of intruding."
"Yeah and now that you two have made up, does this mean Baekhyun's moving into your place?" Jongin asked.
"No," Baekhyun said. "We're taking things slow, so you two are still stuck with me. And don't whine, I'm providing you with some valuable demon info for free."
"Free? I think you're forgetting that the roof you have over your head is thanks to us. Along with the food, clothes and spending money you used to take this guy out on dates," Sehun said with a scoff.
Minseok cut in with a frown. "I've always wanted to ask, how can you guys afford this place? Baekhyun doesn't work and you two are considered missing persons. There's no way you can keep doing exorcisms in secret."
"We had some money saved up, from before. And Sehun runs a pretty popular demon site. It makes enough for us to get by," Jongin said.
"Demon site? Can I see it?"
Jongin nodded and pulled out his phone, pressing a few buttons and handing it over to Minseok.
The site loaded and Minseok's eyes widened at the familiar inverted red glowing pentagons and gothic font. This was the site that'd given him no help when he'd been haunted by Baekhyun.
"Most of it is bullshit, but people seem to eat it up," Jongin added. Minseok tightened his grip on the phone, before he tossed it, smacking Sehun over the head.
"You've tainted the integrity of the world wide web," Minseok said with a scowl, as he stalked back to the room. Baekhyun chased after him.
Sehun rubbed the back of his head and looked at Jongin, who just shrugged. "Did you see his body? The guy's probably on steroids or something. I hear it makes you get angry for no reason. Don't take it personally."
The three men sat around the coffee table in the living room. Jongin anxiously tapped his foot against the floor while Baekhyun stared off into space. And at that moment, Minseok wished he could slip between the couch cushions and disappear. Anything to get away from this strange situation.
"Well what should we start with first?" Jongin asked.
"Baekhyun must be your other roommate, right?" Minseok said and Jongin nodded. "Does he know what you guys do?"
"Yes. I know Jongin's profession quite well," Baekhyun said. Jongin laughed, throwing his head back and opening his mouth wide, as if they were sharing an inside joke.
"And you're ... okay with it?"
"I have to be, or else I wouldn't be here right now," Baekhyun said, shifting his body so he could focus on Minseok. Baekhyun shot him an easy smile. "How did you find this place, anyway?"
"Someone left me the address. And I had no idea it'd turn out to be your apartment. I'm not stalking you or anything," Minseok rushed out, raising his hands up in front of his face. "I'm sorry."
"Why are you apologizing?"
"Because ... you're avoiding me, right? You don't want to see me," Minseok said with a frown.
Baekhyun shifted closer, closing the distance between them. "I was avoiding you, but not-I didn't mean to make you feel like it was your fault. It was because of me, as dumb as that sounds."
"I'm just going to leave you two alone," Jongin said, as he stood up and left the living room. Baekhyun then let out a breath and looked at Minseok, eyes weary. Minseok reached forward, running a finger underneath Baekhyun's eyes. Just as Junmyeon had done for him so many times before. Showing concern.
"Why did you decide to avoid me?"
Baekhyun swallowed, leaning into Minseok's touch. His eyelids fluttered shut as he hummed and leaned close, lips brushing against Minseok's. "Once I tell you, you'll hate me."
"I wouldn't," Minseok said. He pecked Baekhyun before he moved back, the arm rest digging into his back in the most uncomfortable fashion. "Just tell me, please."
Baekhyun stared at him, his shoulders hunched forward as the words Minseok never would have expected left his lips. "I'm the incubus, the one who haunted you. It was me."
Holding Minseok's hand tight, Baekhyun's eyes searched his but Minseok couldn't focus. He had no clue what to say or how to reply, but one question managed to slip past his shocked state. "Then how ... how are you here? And not in my dreams?"
"That's thanks to me." Jongin returned to the living room with a little wave, another person trailing after him. "This is Sehun, the other guy who helped with the exorcism."
Sehun stood tall, body thin and sharp all over. But despite his unique appearance, Minseok couldn't recognize him.
Minseok pulled his hand away from Baekhyun's hold. He rubbed his throbbing temple as Jongin and Sehun stepped closer.
"This makes no sense," Minseok said in irritation, the corners of his mouth turned down. "You're exorcists, so why would you help a demon?"
"To learn," Sehun said.
"Learn? Learn what?"
"Everyone around us just thought we were messing around and never took us seriously. A lot of the exorcisms we did were thanks to what we learned from Sehun's grandmother but-"
"It wasn't enough. For us to be seen as true exorcists we need to learn more. And, what better way to do that than learn from an actual demon," Sehun finished, pointing at Baekhyun. "Plus, this particular demon wanted to come to our world, so it all worked out."
Minseok stood up, body trembling, not from anxiety but anger and betrayal. "I can't believe you were all a part of this. I can't believe you let him-" A shaking finger pointed at Baekhyun, "back into my life. You were supposed to exorcise him."
"Minseok, Minseok. Calm down. You told me you liked Baekhyun. Despite everything, you said you wished things could have ended differently," Jongin said. He tugged at the edge of his jeans. "So, couldn't you consider this your fresh start?"
"Not like this. Not through lies and secrets. I don't even know what to think," Minseok said, inching further away from Baekhyun.
"You told me you hated it, when I was an incubus, that's why I stayed away. Do you need some time away, too?" Baekhyun asked, voice soft, carrying across the quiet room.
"Yes, I-I need time to figure this out. I'll ... I'll go," Minseok said, getting up and leaving the apartment.
Into the darkness of the night.
---
The next day at work, Minseok carried on as he always did. But the heavy atmosphere around him caused most to stay away. Jongdae had greeted him in the morning and offered to buy him lunch, but Minseok rejected the offer. He told Jongdae that he just wanted to rest.
"Okay. Just, take care of yourself. Please? I hate seeing you like this," Jongdae had said, before walking away.
Minseok spent his break in the staffroom, lost in his thoughts. He couldn't believe that the incubus and Baekhyun had been the same person all along. This did explain some things, like how eager Baekhyun had been and how well he seemed to know Minseok. But still ... for Baekhyun to come all the way here just to spend time with him - Minseok wasn't sure how to take it. Should he be flattered or scared? Should he listen to Jongin and take this as a fresh start or cut ties while he still had the chance?
After his break, Minseok's thoughts were still unclear. He walked around the shop, but paused when he spotted Junmyeon leaning against a wall, staring off into space. The bags under his eyes were deep and dark, and Minseok's chest ached as he rushed over to him. "Junmyeon!"
Junmyeon looked up, swaying forward as he took a step towards him. Minseok stopped him with a hand on his shoulder, helping him keep his balance. "Why did you come to work today? You can't even stand without me holding you up."
"It wasn't this bad in the morning," Junmyeon said. The dullness of his eyes caused a lump to form in Minseok's throat and he bit his lip, focusing on the floor.
"You should go home," Minseok said but Junmyeon scoffed.
"And when have you cared about how I felt?"
"Of course I care, you're my best friend. I'll always worry about you."
Junmyeon laughed and looked up at Minseok, gaze fixed onto his neck. "If you cared, you would see what's right in front of you."
"What's right in front of me?" Minseok asked but Junmyeon didn't answer. He tried to walk away but he stumbled and would have fallen over if Minseok hadn't held his arm and kept him upright. "Okay, I'm taking you home. Let me just ask the manager since there's no way you can keep on working like this."
Leading Junmyeon back to the staffroom, Minseok placed him onto a chair. He then went to the manager's office, explaining the situation. She agreed to send both of them home early and Minseok hurried back to Junmyeon. He grabbed both of their things and took Junmyeon's hand to lead him to his car.
Junmyeon trailed after him, like dead weight on his hand but Minseok didn't mind. He pushed Junmyeon into the passenger seat and moved to the driver's side.
The ride to Junmyeon's apartment was silent. Minseok thought Junmyeon had fallen asleep until he spotted him watching him from the rearview mirror. Minseok could only gulp at the sight, continuing down the road.
---
"There you go," Minseok said with a grunt, dropping Junmyeon onto his bed. "It's been a while since I've visited your place. Still as messy as always."
Minseok kicked a few loose shirts and pants around on the floor, but paused at the sight of an old t-shirt. He'd seen the shirt before, not that long ago. Not on Junmyeon, but somebody else. Crouching low, Minseok lifted it up, eying the familiar design on the front. He picked it up and turned to Junmyeon who lay on the bed, watching him, eyes heavy-lidded. Minseok crumpled the shirt even more and let it drop from his hands, watching as it fell back onto the ground.
He then nodded to Junmyeon, pointing to the door. "I'll head back then. Feel better, Junmyeon."
"Aren't you going to ask about the shirt?" Minseok froze by the door. His shoulders stiffened, but he didn't turn around. The bed creaked as Junmyeon shuffled around. "Or the bruises on my neck? Don't they look familiar?"
"What are you getting at?" Minseok asked, facing Junmyeon.
"I'm just trying to get you to open your eyes, Minseok. Don't you see? He's playing you, he's been playing you for far longer than you realize."
Minseok narrowed his eyes as he focused on Junmyeon. "Just say it straight."
"Every time you told Baekhyun no, every time he left you, do you know where he went? Who he went to?"
Minseok stumbled back, using the nearby wall to keep his body upright. "You couldn't have ..."
Junmyeon coughed, and leaned back against the headboard, eyes glossy. "I didn't want to do it, but he ... he threatened me. I only agreed because he said he'd hurt you unless I listened to him, so I did. But I hated myself more and more, each time."
Hate.
Minseok could understand Junmyeon's feelings. He hated himself too, hated what he'd become because of Baekhyun. He hated how the people around him suffered so much because he'd been too weak to say no.
"But why did he choose you? He knows you're close to me," Minseok said, scratching at his temple.
"Because he's twisted. Because he's an incubus and he still needs sex to survive. No matter what he says or how much he pretends, he'll never be human. And you shouldn't try to make things work with him."
Minseok came forward and stopped at the foot of the bed. He climbed onto it and crawled towards Junmyeon, stopping once he sat next to him. "You should have told me the moment he approached you. Did you think I wouldn't believe you?" Minseok asked.
"Don't you remember? What he is, what he can do." Junmyeon shifted, knee brushing against Minseok's crotch. Minseok shuddered and moved away, keeping quiet since Junmyeon didn't even seem to realize what he'd done.
"Yes, I know everything now," Minseok said, pressing a palm onto his rapidly reddening cheek. "Did you know who Baekhyun was all along?"
Junmyeon nodded. "I didn't say anything because he threatened me and you didn't seem to recall who he was. I thought it'd be better to not put more stress onto you."
"Then, what about the paper with his address you left at my apartment yesterday?"
"The address was a last minute effort to help you learn the truth. I thought if you showed up and saw Jongin and Sehun, Baekhyun would have to tell you everything."
Minseok remained silent, unsure where to go from here. He'd told Baekhyun he needed more time. But seeing as he'd lied and even slept with his best friend, there wasn't much of their relationship to save.
"I'm so sorry," Junmyeon whispered.
"It's okay, I should be sorry for bring this into our lives. I wasn't lying when I said I cared about you, and I wish I could have seen this all sooner," Minseok said, squeezing Junmyeon's knee. "I think I should go now."
Minseok tried to leave but Junmyeon grabbed his hand, fingers skimming over the watch on his wrist. "Wait, Minseok-"
The rest of Junmyeon's words got lost in the kiss he pressed onto Minseok's lips. He moved closer so Minseok would fall back onto the bed. Junmyeon then placed his knees on either side of Minseok's hips, getting comfortable on his lap as he looked down at him with a smile. "I know how you can make it up to me."
"Junmyeon, we went through this-"
Another kiss cut Minseok off, and Junmyeon trailed his mouth down to Minseok's neck, sucking on the skin. Minseok shuddered, grabbing a fistful of Junmyeon's hair to pull him back but he wouldn't stop. He scraped his teeth over Minseok's pulse and then leaned back.
Junmyeon wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. "I wanted to put my own mark there. I don't want to see his mark on you ever again."
Minseok chuckled and shifted to push Junmyeon off of him. "That's enough, we're not doing this."
"But I want you. I've always wanted you," Junmyeon whispered, gripping Minseok's shoulders to keep his balance. "And I know you want me too. That's why you're always looking at me and why you brought me home to make sure I was okay."
"I was looking at the bruises and scratches on your neck," Minseok said. Junmyeon shook his head and grabbed the ends of his shirt, pulling it over his head.
Minseok gasped at the sight. Scratches and bruises littered Junmyeon's once flawless skin. Minseok couldn't stop his hand as it reached out and traced over the marks. "He did this?"
Junmyeon nodded, placing his hand over Minseok's and guiding it up to his nipple. He made Minseok squeeze one, throwing his head back with a breathy moan. "Mark me, Minseok."
Minseok swallowed at the sight, using his other hand to smooth down Junmyeon's taunt skin. His nails lightly traced over the scratches already there. He frowned at Junmyeon. "I don't want this to mean more to you than it would for me. I-"
"I don't care," Junmyeon said, rolling off of Minseok and sitting next to him. He grabbed Minseok's wrist and took off the watch, tossing it behind him.
Junmyeon yanked Minseok's body forward, until he was the one who straddled Junmyeon's lap.
"I just want you," he whispered, and what could Minseok say to that? He could only moan as Junmyeon began to rub his cock over his pants. "Okay?"
"O-okay," Minseok said and Junmyeon moved to unbutton Minseok's pants, fingers quick. He pulled them down, and Minseok raised off of Junmyeon lap to help. Junmyeon then dragged down Minseok's boxers, until they were mid thigh, exposing Minseok fully.
Junmyeon paused and Minseok coughed, trying to get Junmyeon to focus attention on anything but the half hard dick in front of him. The sound only made Junmyeon start up again, wrapping his hand around Minseok's cock. His grip was strong and his hands were rougher than Minseok expected.
The feeling only caused Minseok to let out a shaky whimper, pressing his forehead onto Junmyeon's shoulder.
"Good?" Junmyeon asked, twisting his wrist and cupping Minseok's balls with his other hand. Minseok moaned in answer. He was too turned on to speak, and didn't trust himself to say something that wouldn't be embarrassing.
The amazing friction from Junmyeon's hand was then lost, and Minseok moved back with a whine. He had half the mind to grab Junmyeon's wrist and get him back to work. But when he looked down to see why Junmyeon had paused he understood.
Junmyeon's hands that had just been all over his cock were now opening his own pants. Minseok slid down Junmyeon's thighs so he could pull his pants down low enough. And once Junmyeon's cock was free, Minseok shifted back up and gripped both of their cocks in his hand. He spit over them and used his hand to drag it up and down to make the slide easier.
Throwing his head back, Junmyeon let out a loud moan, hand moving to Minseok's bare wrist and gripping it tightly. The touch made Minseok speed up his pace and Junmyeon let out another moan, thrusting up into Minseok's hand. Almost knocking Minseok off of his lap all together.
Minseok gave a hard squeeze and Junmyeon came over his hand with a shiver. His expression twisted in way that had Minseok holding back the laughter that almost slipped past his lips.
Junmyeon trailed his hand down Minseok wrist and placed it over Minseok's hand, mirroring his hold. Minseok moaned and when Junmyeon swiped his thumb over the slit of his cock. He came with with a gasp, falling back and slamming his head against Junmyeon's knee.
They both froze for a second, before they burst out into laughter. Junmyeon stuck out his cum covered hand to help Minseok up, and Minseok took it.
---
The beeping of Junmyeon's alarm clock woke Minseok up the following morning. He'd put on his boxers before going to bed. But the evidence of their night was spread across the bedroom floor, in their rumpled clothes.
Minseok sat up with a yawn and rubbed his eye, looking at his side. Junmyeon slept peacefully, face relaxed and skin covered in even more marks, but the same went for Minseok.
Minseok got up and stretched, picking up his clothes from the floor and getting dressed. He'd never thought he'd have to deal with escaping the morning after ... from Junmyeon. But he'd never thought he and Junmyeon would do something like that in the first place. Minseok didn't know what this made them now, but he knew he and Junmyeon would have to talk.
The wrinkles in Minseok's shirt didn't appear any better, no matter how much he smoothed his hands down the fabric. So he gave up with a sigh, leaving the room and heading to the front door, locking it behind himself.
---
Minseok exited the elevator and headed for his apartment, but stopped when he spotted a hunched figure seated next to his door. He stepped closer, keeping his steps careful and hands free in case he needed to fight the stranger off. Minseok stopped in front of his door and took his key out. He tried to unlock the door as quickly as he could, but his trembling fingers made it difficult.
The door finally unlocked and Minseok rushed inside, but the stranger was faster. They'd already gotten up pushed Minseok forward, following after him. Minseok turned to face the intruder with his fists raised but stopped once he recognized them. "Baekhyun?"
Baekhyun pulled his hood down and smiled. He didn't try to fix his disheveled hair. Instead, he raised up his own open palms, as if surrendering. Waving his white flag to Minseok.
"I need to talk to you," Baekhyun said.
"I thought we agreed to give each other time to figure this all out?"
"We did, but I wanted to talk to you without- Wait, what is that on your neck?" Baekhyun asked, moving closer. He stopped in front of Minseok and touched the side of his neck, cold fingers prodding the bruised skin. "Who gave you these marks?"
Minseok opened his mouth, and then shut it right after, at a loss for words.
"I asked you, who did this?" Baekhyun repeated, hand wrapping around the side of Minseok's neck. A whimper escaped Minseok's lips as he locked gazes with Baekhyun, whose eyes were dark with anger. His grip only tightened at Minseok's silence.
"Why does it m-matter?" Minseok asked, trying to pull Baekhyun's hand away. "You weren't honest with me, either."
"What are you even saying?"
Baekhyun let him go, and Minseok stepped back, taking deep, trembling breaths. "I saw those marks on your chest."
"And you thought I was messing around with someone else?" Baekhyun asked
"Weren't you?
"No, I did that to myself," Baekhyun said, licking his lips. Minseok didn't say anything, so Baekhyun continued. "I hate my nature, so I scratch myself to hold off the cravings for ... y'know."
Minseok nodded, not trusting his voice to speak. After a bit of silence, he spoke again. "Junmyeon ... he told me what you did to him. What you threatened him to do."
"And what was that?"
"You made him have sex with you. And you told him that if he didn't you'd hurt me, because Junmyeon knew what you were all along. I was just too stupid to realize it."
"Is that what he told you to get you into his bed? Are you really that easy?"
Minseok gasped at the insult, lips trembling from the harshness of Baekhyun's words. But this time, he wouldn't allow himself to back down. He'd say everything that was on his mind. "He told me that because he's my best friend, and he risked his life for my safety. That's far more than you've ever done for me."
"How are you so sure he didn't lie to you, to make himself look like the victim and for me to look like the bad guy. To make you feel guilty so you'd have no choice but to do whatever he wanted, because you felt bad for poor Junmyeon."
"What makes you so sure that's what happened?" Minseok asked.
"I have proof," Baekhyun said, arms crossed. "And I can show you, too. You just have to come with me."
"And if you're wrong?"
"Then ... I'll go away, for good. I'll leave you alone," Baekhyun said with a nod. He then stuck out his hand. "Now, will you take my hand, one last time?"
---
"Why are we at Jongdae's apartment? Wait, how do you even know where he lives?" Minseok asked, parking at the building Baekhyun had given him directions to.
"This is where your friend spends most of his time," Baekhyun answered, stepping out of the car and turning around. "Let's go, or we'll miss it."
Minseok followed after Baekhyun, keeping his distance as they walked to the back of the building. They entered through garbage truck entrance. Baekhyun weaved through the many doors and hallways with ease, as Minseok hurried after him. He tried his best to keep Baekhyun's back in view.
They finally stopped at the elevator, and Baekhyun pressed the button before taking his phone out of his pocket. "We'll be cutting it pretty close," he said with a frown.
Minseok didn't reply, knowing that he'd only ask questions that Baekhyun would dodge with skill.
The glow from the phone screen illuminated Baekhyun's tired face. And despite the exhaustion he showed, he still looked handsome with his soft features and smooth skin. Minseok found himself lost analyzing the face that'd once visited him in his nightmares.
The elevator doors opened and Baekhyun placed a hand on Minseok's shoulder to lead him forward. Baekhyun tapped his foot, eyes glued onto the glowing number 4. He was so focused that he jumped when the elevator dinged and the doors opened once again.
Minseok chuckled behind his hand. He copied Baekhyun's earlier movements and placed a hand on his shoulder, shoving him out. Once he regained mobility, Baekhyun moved past Jongdae's apartment door, to the end of the hallway. They hid around the corner, behind one of the walls.
"Just watch," Baekhyun said.
Baekhyun and Minseok stared at the door for a few minutes, before a figure appeared from around the corner. Minseok's eyes widened when he recognized the person as Junmyeon.
Junmyeon stopped in front of Jongdae's door and knocked. The sound echoed down the hallway, all the way to their little hideout.
The door opened right away, and Jongdae stepped out, enveloping Junmyeon in a tight hug. He then stepped back and moved closer. Giving him a peck on the lips. Minseok gasped and Baekhyun stroked his back, the motion calming. He looked at Baekhyun with his eyebrows raised and whispered. "How long?"
"For as long as I've been here in your world, maybe longer," Baekhyun said, lips brushing against Minseok's ear. He shivered at Baekhyun's warm breath.
Jongdae pulled Junmyeon inside, and the door shut with a quiet click. Minseok leaned back against the wall, fingers curling into fists. He frowned at his shoes. "I'm sorry ... for accusing you. It's just-"
"They're your friends, and I'm, well, me. I get it," Baekhyun said. Minseok's frown only deepened. He grabbed Baekhyun's hand, pouring all of his emotions into the grip.
"But you're my boyfriend. I should trust you."
Baekhyun blinked slowly and then squeezed Minseok's hand back. "Does this mean-"
"We still have a lot to talk about and you're not in the clear yet," Minseok began, trailing his thumb over Baekhyun's knuckles. "But yes, you're my boyfriend. If you still want me?"
Baekhyun answered Minseok with a kiss, lips soft and firm. And Minseok knew this time, things would be different.
---
Minseok stood in front of the shop, struggling to get his feet to move forward. He'd have to talk to Jongdae and Junmyeon today, and he had no clue how to let them know he'd seen them together. Minseok wanted to figure out why Junmyeon had lied about Baekhyun threatening him, and if Jongdae had anything to do with it.
Finally managing to get his feet moving, Minseok entered the store and went straight to the staffroom. He spotted Jongdae seated at a corner table, taping away on his phone. Taking a deep breath, Minseok shuffled over to his locker and put away his sweater. He slipped on his security pass and went over to Jongdae.
"Hey, Minseok. Feeling better?" Jongdae asked, not looking up from his phone.
"Yeah, much better. Thanks. Um, actually, can I talk to you?"
Jongdae placed his phone down onto the table. He focused on Minseok who'd just taken a seat next to him. "Sure, what's up?"
"It's about Junmyeon," Minseok said, taping his fingers onto the table. "I'm just curious, are you guys ... together?"
Jongdae's eyes widened, and he leaned back against the chair. "That's quite the loaded question to ask on a Thursday morning."
"Are you two dating?" Minseok repeated, tone sharper.
"We don't have a label or anything," Jongdae said, laughing to fill in the strange atmosphere. "This is kinda weird to talk about at work."
"Do you know if he's seeing anyone else?"
Jongdae rubbed the back of his neck and shrugged. "He's too into you to look at anyone else, I think. We just mess around."
With a nod, Minseok stood up and headed to the door, tossing over his shoulder a see you later at Jongdae. The door closing on Jongdae's face frozen in surprise.
---
After he helped a few customers, Minseok looked around the shop. He found Junmyeon leaning against a glass display towards the back. Minseok headed over, walking with long, purposeful strides. "Junmyeon!"
He smiled when he saw Minseok, cheeks round in his happiness. Junmyeon wrapped his arms around Minseok's waist, pulling him flush against his body. Normally, Minseok would play along with Junmyeon's touchy nature, but today he struggled. He struggled until Junmyeon let him go, stepping back with his face pinched in worry. "What's wrong?"
"I know you lied about Baekhyun. I know you and Jongdae were messing around and you lied to me," Minseok rushed out. It took all of his power not to hurt Junmyeon at that moment. Hurt Junmyeon like how he hurt him.
"What do you mean?"
"Stop it. I get the phone call now, this was all some sort of game for you. You were tired of everything not going your way. So you made up some elaborate story with villains and victims and made me choose which side to take," Minseok said. He stared at the watches in the display. "You didn't want to play along, so you took a risk. And you lost."
Junmyeon tried to grab his hand, but Minseok moved away, shaking his head. "I think this is it. I can't forgive you as easily as I did last time. I need a lot more time but even then, I don't think we'll ever be the same."
"Minseok-"
"Are you going to ask for a chance to explain? A chance to feed me even more lies and watch me carry on believing you, like an idiot? Well, you're too late," Minseok said, moving to leave, but pausing and adding- "and I want my watch back. The sooner, the better."
---
The door in front of Minseok intimidated him. As soon as he stepped inside, there would be no turning back. And Minseok wanted nothing more than to turn around and return to his apartment, forgetting this had ever happened.
But his hand had raised on its own, knuckles knocking on the dark wood. Loud shuffling and thumps came from the other side and Minseok took a step back, just as the door flew open. A tired and shirtless Jongin stood on the other side.
He whistled at the sight of Minseok. "Didn't expect to see you back so soon."
"Shut up," Minseok said, pushing past him and entering the apartment.
"Well, hello to you too," Jongin said, walking to the couch and grabbing a shirt, pulling it over his messy bed hair. Minseok blushed and looked away.
"Are you here for Baekhyun?" Jongin asked, and Minseok nodded. "He's sleeping."
"Oh, it's ok-" Minseok stopped himself and cleared his throat. "No, it's not okay. I just want to see him and it won't take long."
Jongin chuckled. "Someone's grown a backbone. How does it feel, seeing everything straight on?"
"Feels like I need to kick your ass to make you shut up for good."
Jongin laughed louder and pointed to the first door, right across from them. "I'll look forward to that, then. That's Baekhyun's room but don't be too loud, okay? Sehun's still asleep."
"That's not my problem," Minseok said. He walked to the room and opened the door, closing it and shutting out Jongin's loud laughter.
The first thing that greeted him was darkness. Minseok wanted to turn on the lights and see everything clearly, but he decided he wasn't that rude.
Stumbling forward, Minseok managed to find the edge of the mattress and climbed onto the bed. His knee slammed against something soft and a groan rang out as Baekhyun shifted in the bed. "What the hell, Jongin. Leave me alone."
"Does Jongin visit your bed often?" Minseok asked and Baekhyun jumped up with a gasp.
"Minseok?"
Minseok nodded in reply but stopped himself and made a noise of agreement. It's not like incubus' had amazing night vision, right?
"What are you doing here?" Baekhyun asked, finger prodding Minseok's forehead.
"I talked to Junmyeon and Jongdae," Minseok said, taking Baekhyun's wrist and moving it down. "And everything was just like you said it was. So I wanted to apologize, again."
Minseok took Baekhyun's finger into his mouth and sucked on it. He smirked at the whimper that escaped Baekhyun's lips.
"Minseok ..." Baekhyun began, pulling his finger free. "Are you sure you want this? I felt so bad last time. It was as if I forced you to have sex with me."
"You're right. Last time, I only said yes to make you happy but I still agreed. Don't forget that and don't blame yourself, okay?" Minseok asked. He took Baekhyun's wrist and shifted his hand down, lacing their fingers together. "It may have been a bad way to go about it, but I'm an adult and I should know not to agree to things for other people, but for myself."
"I still wont forgive myself. I have to understand it works differently in this world, since I'm so used to getting whoever I wanted as an incubus. I should have considered your feelings," Baekhyun said. He placed a wet kiss onto Minseok's cheek. "I have a lot to learn but, do you still want me?"
"Yes."
Minseok turned his head to the side, capturing Baekhyun's lips in a deep kiss. Baekhyun kissed back, but he held back. Minseok didn't mind, as he pushed Baekhyun onto the bed and crawled onto his lap, never separating from his lips. He began to takeoff Baekhyun's shirt, movements fast and sloppy. And Baekhyun lay there, letting Minseok take control. Letting Minseok do as he wished.
Even in the darkness, Minseok could feel Baekhyun's gaze on him. He blushed as he ducked his head down and began to kiss Baekhyun's chest. He trailed his mouth down to Baekhyun's nipples and then his stomach, nibbling on the soft skin there. Minseok stopped at the band of Baekhyun's sweatpants and pulled them down. He lifted himself up so Baekhyun could kick his pants down to his ankles.
With a grin, Minseok looked up at Baekhyun as he moved his lips up and down the side of his hard cock. "How's this?"
Baekhyun let out a moan. "It'd be better if my dick was in your mouth."
"You're missing something there," Minseok said, dragging his tongue up Baekhyun's cock.
"Please?"
Minseok nodded wrapped his lips around the head of Baekhyun's cock. He took half of it down in one go, tongue swirling around anything he could reach as he bobbed his head up and down. Baekhyun hissed and gripped the blankets, hips raising up, thrusting into Minseok's mouth.
Minseok mumbled around Baekhyun's cock, trying to tell him to slow down, but the vibrations only made Baekhyun go faster. Minseok moved off of Baekhyun, rolling his eyes as he replaced his mouth with his hand, stroking his cock.
"I told you to slow down."
"S-sorry," Baekhyun whispered, and he extended his hand, holding the edge of Minseok's shirt and tugging at it. Minseok got the hint, and let go of Baekhyun to take off his shirt and his pants, too.
Baekhyun sat up and motioned for Minseok to lie down. He grabbed something from the nightstand.
Minseok got comfortable as Baekhyun slipped between his legs. He teared open the package of lube and poured some onto his fingers, pushing one into Minseok.
A gasp escaped Minseok's mouth, and he licked his lips as Baekhyun added a second finger and scissored them slowly. Baekhyun then slipped them out and poured the rest of the package onto his hand, stroking his cock to coat it before he leaned down. Minsek wrapped his legs around Baekhyun's hips and groaned when he pushed his cock into him.
Baekhyun started a ruthless pace, balls slapping against Minseok's ass as he thrust into him. He placed one of his hands on the bed to keep his balance, while the other moved to stroke Minseok's cock.
Minseok moaned and rolled his hips back against Baekhyun, shivering at the intensity of his movements.
Baekhyun trailed his mouth over Minseok's neck, stopping at the bruises left by Junmyeon. He licked over them, before sucking some of the skin into his mouth. Minseok bit his lip, grabbing Baekhyun's shoulder and tilting his head to the side.
A few more thrusts and Minseok came over Baekhyun's hand with a shudder. Baekhyun groaned at the sight, lifting Minseok's legs and thrusting deeper. He came inside of Minseok with a shaky moan.
Baekhyun flopped down next to Minseok, leaning over the bed and grabbing his shirt from the floor. He used it to wipe Minseok's stomach clean before he tossed it back down. And Minseok pressed his lips together to keep from saying anything, choosing instead to enjoy the moment.
---
[bonus]
Minseok woke up in Baekhyun's bed, alone. He sat up, running his fingers through his sweaty hair, grimacing as he stood. He picked up his boxers from the floor and put them on as he left to go to the living room.
There he found Sehun, Jongin and Baekhyun seated on the couches, each holding a bowl of cereal and watching the television. Jongin noticed him first, eyes widening and he took in his half-dressed state. "Wow, I might need to ask you to be my new gym buddy."
Baekhyun looked up, mouth hanging open and soggy cereal dribbling down his chin and back into the bowl. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand as he placed the bowl onto the table and walked to Minseok.
"Why aren't you dressed?"
"You guys aren't dressed, either," Minseok said. He squirmed as Baekhyun wrapped him up in his arms to cover his body from Sehun and Jongin's eyes. "And where's my breakfast?"
"We didn't know you'd wake up so soon," Sehun replied with a shrug. "Plus we have our routine down pat. You're kind of intruding."
"Yeah and now that you two have made up, does this mean Baekhyun's moving into your place?" Jongin asked.
"No," Baekhyun said. "We're taking things slow, so you two are still stuck with me. And don't whine, I'm providing you with some valuable demon info for free."
"Free? I think you're forgetting that the roof you have over your head is thanks to us. Along with the food, clothes and spending money you used to take this guy out on dates," Sehun said with a scoff.
Minseok cut in with a frown. "I've always wanted to ask, how can you guys afford this place? Baekhyun doesn't work and you two are considered missing persons. There's no way you can keep doing exorcisms in secret."
"We had some money saved up, from before. And Sehun runs a pretty popular demon site. It makes enough for us to get by," Jongin said.
"Demon site? Can I see it?"
Jongin nodded and pulled out his phone, pressing a few buttons and handing it over to Minseok.
The site loaded and Minseok's eyes widened at the familiar inverted red glowing pentagons and gothic font. This was the site that'd given him no help when he'd been haunted by Baekhyun.
"Most of it is bullshit, but people seem to eat it up," Jongin added. Minseok tightened his grip on the phone, before he tossed it, smacking Sehun over the head.
"You've tainted the integrity of the world wide web," Minseok said with a scowl, as he stalked back to the room. Baekhyun chased after him.
Sehun rubbed the back of his head and looked at Jongin, who just shrugged. "Did you see his body? The guy's probably on steroids or something. I hear it makes you get angry for no reason. Don't take it personally."