Baekhyun's Special Birthday Collection Part One
Title: Call Me Baby
Pairing: Baekhyun/Zitao
Rating: NC-17
Length: 2.5k
Summary: Baekhyun doesn’t understand why the phones and computers are down in a rich Maserati car dealership.
The buzz of the television is lulling Baekhyun to sleep despite being folded uncomfortably over two chairs. There’s an immovable armrest in between, but he makes it work. It’s even cold and it’s past closing time but, clearly, nothing is enough to deter him from taking a quick nap over uncomfortable furniture before he goes home.
Minutes tick by and he’s pretty sure he’s dozed off once already when he starts to hear a familiar voice growing louder in his ears, presumably as it comes closer with each step taken towards his direction. He hears a mixture of two other unknown voices before he tries to straighten his head up a little bit, gently rolling his shoulders to get the cricks out of them, and looks over his shoulder to see Zitao talking to an older couple, pleasant smiles on all their faces as they continue to converse. Zitao catches his gaze and gives him a softer smile before leading the couple past the guest lounge and towards the accountants’ offices on the other side of the car dealership.
Baekhyun simply watches them as they go, too tired to do anything but follow them with his eyes. He doesn’t even know how Zitao does it. The man can’t talk about anything other than his precious daughter Candy, his best friend Sehun, or his expensive designer anything. He frowns as he waits even more, nestling down even more uncomfortably in his makeshift bed for his boyfriend to be done with his shift.
“Why are you here?”
Baekhyun jumps at the sound of Zitao’s voice, immediately groaning when he moves too quickly and hits his elbow against the edge of the chair. The frown from before transforms into a pout when he looks up and sees Zitao’s amused stare directed right at him. “You didn’t have to do that,” he replies back lamely, slowly unfolding himself from that dreaded position and standing up. He almost cries at the stiffness in his body. “Why did you take so long? Work ended, like, ten hours ago.”
Zitao shrugs as he looks to his left where the accounting offices are. “The pair wants to see the difference between two packages before signing the deal. Computers are down too so it’s taking a longer time than usual to get everything done.”
“How do you even manage to sell cars with what you lack up there?”
Zitao laughs at the insult. “Okay, okay. I get it. You’re grumpy.”
Baekhyun frowns even more as he gently rolls his shoulders and then stretches his back out, hearing a satisfying pop right after. “Damn right I’m grumpy.”
“How about I make it up to you when I’m done here?”
The sound of Zitao’s voice makes Baekhyun look up immediately, gaze dark but voice soft and caring, and it suddenly makes his stiff joints loose and wobbly. He reaches out for him, voice refusing to work, and he lets out a sigh when Zitao instantly reacts to him, pulls his arm and secures a hold around his waist to bring him in for a tight hug. It has Baekhyun smiling, bright and all too happy, to have his boyfriend’s attention only on him for a moment.
“Zitao,” the only accountant left for the day, Baekhyun thinks his name is Junmyeon, suddenly calls out, “Come here for a minute.”
“Yes, sir,” Zitao shouts back, pulling away and leaning down to give Baekhyun a quick kiss. “Coming!” He makes sure to leave another kiss right under Baekhyun’s ear. “Wait in my office.”
Baekhyun’s busy sifting through random magazines and blank contracts an hour and a half after the dealership closes when Zitao finally makes it back to his office. He’s sitting in his surprisingly comfy leather chair and dog-earring which car models he likes better, so he doesn’t really want to look up and greet Zitao again even as he hears the door closing and locking.
“Are you actually considering buying a Maserati?” Zitao questions as he walks around the desk towards him. “You can buy mine and I can buy a new one.”
“Yeah, right,” Baekhyun drawls, flipping the page before giving in and looking up at him, “If anything, I want the new one.”
“You can get the new 2015 Ghibli model,” Zitao continues, tone of voice slowly switching into his professional ‘This car is perfect for you and let me list you reasons why’ voice, “There’s this beautiful Champagne Metallescent one we just received from the company today and-”
“This is how you’re going to make it up to me?” Baekhyun suddenly whines, slamming his hand down on the magazine to make his point, “You know I can’t afford one of those monsters like you can.”
The surprised look on Zitao’s face softens at the realization, reaching out a hand and coaxing Baekhyun out of his chair. “I’m sorry,” he murmurs, twirling them so he can sit in his chair with Baekhyun on his lap instead. He leans in to give him another soft, apologetic kiss on the lips. “I just forgot. You can drive my car any time.”
The genuine look on Zitao’s face is enough for Baekhyun to give in, letting him pull him in again for another kiss as he starts to massage Baekhyun’s lower back. He melts against the touch, trying to mold himself against his boyfriend only to whine when he starts to feel uncomfortable with the armrests digging into his thighs again. He’s starting to think armrests are against him. He’s even about to voice his thoughts when he’s suddenly being picked up and placed on the desk right next to them.
“It’ll probably be more comfortable this way,” is Zitao’s response to his inquisitive look, already unbuttoning his shirt in front of him.
Baekhyun’s mouth drops open at the action, watching as tanned skin is slowly being exposed to him, and - “Are we really going to do this here?” he whispers, already feeling hot as his pants start to tighten uncomfortably around him. “We should do this at home or something.”
“With the way my Maserati purrs?” Zitao murmurs, pulling his shirt out of his slacks so it can hang on his body loosely, “I’d rather have you now.”
Baekhyun moans at how deep Zitao’s voice drops, legs easily spreading open to accompany Zitao’s waist as he comes in close and cups his face in his hands to bring him in for another, sweet kiss. His hands shoot up to hold onto the younger man’s wrists, trying to find something to help keep his balance as he’s being moved to lie onto his back. He can feel the edges of magazines and papers digging into his spine but he’s more amazed to somehow not knocking off the computer situated in the corner of the desk.
He keens when he feels a hand leave his face to trail hotly down his chest, brushing a clothed nipple before tracing his stomach and simply cupping his crotch. He bucks up into the heat, panting when he starts to rut against the increasing pressure provided for him. “Zitao,” he breathes, hand moving from one wrist to tangle fingers in Zitao’s hair while his free hand tries to find the edge of the desk for leverage, “Zitao, please.”
There’s a grunt echoing in Baekhyun's ear before he feels cold air hit his torso. He gasps in surprise as he opens his eyes and looks down to see Zitao staring at his pale stomach before leaning down to mouth at the area underneath his bellybutton. He feels his dick twitch in his pants at the sight.
And then Zitao is kissing his cock through his pants and it’s enough to have Baekhyun’s head dropping to fall back against the desk again. His hands move their way to Zitao’s hair and he can’t believe this hot man is actually his, with his strong arms, silky hair, and hot hot hands holding him down to prepare himself for something better.
He hears a drawer opening before slamming shut again, but he pays it no mind, too busy hoping Zitao won’t stop making out with his clothed dick any time soon. He thinks karma is a bitch when there’s cold air suddenly and Zitao is completely gone away from him. He frowns, opening up his eyes to stare blankly at what he hopes is his boyfriend’s figure looming over him. “Huang Zitao, I fucking swear to everything that is-”
Zitao has his pants and boxers down to his thighs and Baekhyun thinks he’s going to come in his pants from just the sight alone.
“Fucking hell.”
“You still can’t get enough of this, can you?” Zitao jokes, voice deep and raspy as he starts to unbutton Baekhyun’s jeans and get his boxers off as well. Baekhyun doesn’t really want to talk anymore if he’s just going to be staring at this glorious cock in front of him all day. “How many months has it been?” Zitao continues to ask as he basically undresses the lower half of Baekhyun quite easily, if he’d say so himself. “It’s been four, at least, since we started having sex on a regular basis.”
“I want to choke on your cock,” is Baekhyun’s logical response and it even has Zitao choking because -
“What the hell, Baek? Didn’t I choke you the other day? Let’s give your throat a break, good God.”
Baekhyun whines as he spreads his legs wide even further and holds them open for him. “Then hurry up and fuck me already.”
Zitao needs to teach Baekhyun a lesson in how to not kill someone right when they’re having sex, but he thinks that’s for another day as he immediately starts pouring lube onto his fingers and warming them up for him. “Patience is a virtue, you know,” he says as a warning before circling Baekhyun’s rim and pushing in one finger slowly.
Baekhyun’s back arches off of the desk at the action, already wanting another even if he’s not completely stretched enough for it. He moans as Zitao starts to slowly thrust his finger in and out of him. “More,” he breathes, eyes rolling into the back of his head as Zitao easily complies and pulls out his finger once more before pushing back in with two. “Yes.”
Before he knows it, he’s trying to fuck himself down on three fingers as they stretch him perfectly, one of the fingers hitting his prostrate with each thrust in. He already feels so close, a hot hand splayed across his chest with Zitao’s dangerous gaze on him, that he groans this time when the fingers are slowly pulled out of him.
His breathing is harsh, barely lifting his head and watching through hazy eyes as Zitao tries to open the foil with his teeth before slipping the condom on. A generous amount of lube is poured on his dick and Baekhyun swears he doesn’t moan at the sight of Zitao stroking his cock to spread the lube evenly around himself. His fingers feel relief when Zitao steps closer again and he wraps his legs around his waist, watching as Zitao aligns himself before looking up to him patiently.
Baekhyun responds by letting his head fall back, eyes squeezing shut and mouth falling open as Zitao slowly pushes in. He doesn’t know how long it takes, but he feels like he’s run a marathon when Zitao’s hips finally meet his ass, feeling the man’s dick twitch inside of him at the tightness surrounding him. And although he’s grateful Zitao is always so considerate when they first start to fuck, he’d be even more grateful if Zitao bends him in half and fucks him like he’s the best ass he’s ever had in his life. He voices this out loud unabashed and screams when Zitao pulls out only to slam back in right after.
Harsh panting and breathy moans fill the room as the desk starts to creak underneath the abuse. Baekhyun has a tight grip on the edge of the desk to avoid being shunted off and he can’t help but latch his other hand in Zitao’s damp hair, tugging harshly on it and eliciting a moan from his boyfriend in response.
Zitao suddenly shifts his hips and Baekhyun sees stars, mouth open in a silent moan as he takes everything Zitao is willing to offer. His eyes are scrunched tight and the heels of his feet are digging into Zitao’s lower back when he feels his balls tightening, so close to the edge that all he needs is Zitao stroking his cock once to come hard between them.
Baekhyun stills so suddenly, grip so tight in Zitao’s hair that it makes him grunt in pain. He moans in surprise when he starts to feel Zitao slow down right after, hips gently rolling into his until he comes to a stop. Baekhyun can’t breathe, can’t really see anything as he comes down from his high. All he can do is massage Zitao’s scalp in apology and he’s rewarded with a nose gently nudging its way up his neck and jaw before lips meet his in such a sweet kiss, it actually takes his breath away.
Zitao chuckles as he pulls away and sees Baekhyun’s blissed out face in front of him. “Let’s clean up and go home.”
Baekhyun only lifts up his arms childishly, Zitao granting him the hug he craves after sex, and lets the younger clean him up and dress him again before he’s being carried out of the dealership piggyback style and to Zitao’s clean, white Maserati.
There’s always a push and pull when it involves Baekhyun and Zitao. It’s a fine balance between love and hate and, within seven months of dating, they’re happy to say they’ve found a nice medium between the two, never lingering too long on hate and never overdoing it on love. It’s pretty evident in the way Baekhyun enters the dealership again a week later after waving goodbye to Chanyeol. He never explained to Zitao that he only goes there after his and Chanyeol’s music classes, but it’s never really come up again after that day last week.
It’s near closing time again and he hears two men shouting repeatedly from opposite ends of the facility, Zitao walking past him with an old man instead to bring him to the accountant’s office again. He receives that same soft smile before he’s quickly being told to meet him in his office.
And the only reason why Baekhyun is smiling and giggling every few seconds on his way to Zitao’s office is because he can now clearly hear Junmyeon shouting for someone else extra loudly across the entire dealership. There’s really no one else there at this time so it should be fine, but don’t they have phones or something they can use to call each other with?
“Oh,” Zitao answers once he sees him again, “Phones are down too.”
“What kind of place sells Maseratis but the computers and phones are down almost every single day?”
“No idea,” Zitao says with a shrug of the shoulders, sitting down in his chair so Baekhyun can immediately take his place on his lap, “Our place apparently.”
Title: Transformer
Pairing: Baekhyun/Yifan
Rating: PG-13
Length: 1.8k
Summary: As Baekhyun lays on the operating table, he can see the stars in Yifan's eyes.
There are stars in the sky. Baekhyun can see them all.
There are constellations he has seen in textbooks before and there are even planets he has seen in the database available in his head. The sky is dark and he feels like he can start to see the stars coming closer to him the longer he stares at the sparkling darkness above him. He barely flinches when he feels a crack and a clink in his left shoulder, too preoccupied with the scenery above him to notice.
“Are you okay?” a masculine voice questions him, sound surprisingly soft and gentle, “Blink once for ‘yes.’ Blink twice for ‘no.’”
Baekhyun blinks once.
Baekhyun awakes to the crinkling of sheets, unable to feel the softness of the cotton when he turns on his side and stuffs his hand underneath the pillow his head is resting on. He feels like his hearing is hypersensitive and he can’t tell if it’s been messed with or not. His vision is blurry but the longer he stares at the pastel blue of the wall in front of him, he can see the adjustments being made to his senses, the number for his vision increasing while the number for his hearing decreasing the slightest bit.
He can see the stars he drew on the walls months ago, colors of red, orange, and yellow fading as the days pass by. He smiles at the sight of them, each one representing a happy moment and memory since he’s been in this institution. He hears the door open behind him but he doesn’t turn, doesn’t usually need to when he can hear the telltale click of Yifan’s dress shoes on the tile floor.
“Baekhyun?”
Baekhyun smiles brighter at the soft tone of voice the other uses, always stopping at least a foot away from him because of habit. He turns around, finally feeling the soft sheets as his other hand reaches out to rest underneath his head and pillow instead. “Hi, Yifan,” he greets, eyes twinkling like the stars. He sees the other man visibly relax before striding forward to sit on whatever space is left on the bed, hand reaching out to card fingers through his soft hair.
“Do you feel okay?” Yifan’s hand is unusually large for any human.
“I still feel okay,” Baekhyun answers back, eyes closing of their own accord after he reads Yifan’s health state in his head. “Was everything successful?” He doesn’t see the gentle smile on the scientist’s face.
“It looks like it,” Yifan lightly says. Baekhyun can hear a chuckle starting to form from the man’s lips. “You can still move everything correctly, right?”
To demonstrate, Baekhyun moves his left arm, the one that’s been operated on numerous times before, and lifts it up towards Yifan’s face. Baekhyun opens his eyes to make sure he doesn’t actually and accidentally scratch the man in the process. It’s happened a few times too many in the past.
They watch as his metal arm slowly reaches towards Yifan’s face, Baekhyun quickly looking to the scientist and reading his neurotransmitter levels with his left eye and seeing the man’s not the slightest bit afraid of him. He smiles again, simply letting his arm drop and simply tug on the man’s shirt, almost like a child.
“I think I’m still able to move everything correctly,” Baekhyun finally says, mirth dancing in his voice. Yifan laughs with him, moving his hand from his hair to hold the metal one tugging at his shirt.
“That’s good.”
Baekhyun falls asleep to the sight of Yifan rubbing his thumb against the back of his metal hand.
It’s close to the year 2100. There have been many advances in medical technology that most humans are slowly having trouble comprehending. Most humans don’t even have the sufficient amount of money to afford all these advances that will help prevent them from passing on too early.
It was in the year 2092 when Baekhyun was sent into battle at the tender age of fifteen, too young to hold a gun but too old to know that there was a never-ending battle outside his childhood home. It was in that year when Baekhyun was cornered against a destroyed house with his best friends Jongdae and Chanyeol at his side. They were held at gunpoint, Chanyeol already bleeding out from a wound to his leg and Baekhyun defending Jongdae who was the spark of their friendship. It was in that year something unknown hit them, Baekhyun trying to protect his friends from further harm and was pinned to the house instead, screaming his lungs out and quickly losing feeling in his left arm.
He lost his arm that year, and his left eye the following year, disease slowly eating up his vision from some foreign bacteria he managed to get out in the field. He honestly thought he was going to die at least three times in this lifetime, but someone always tries to bring him back. It’s been the same person ever since reinforcements came in and managed to save him and his friends.
“Yifan?” Baekhyun mumbles in his sleep, slowly turning in bed at the memories replaying in his head. He makes a noise in disapproval when his left arm doesn’t want to move with him. “Yifan?”
“I’m right here, Baekhyun,” comes Yifan’s soft voice.
It makes Baekhyun’s eyes flutter open again at the sound. He’s always so sleepy after experiments and modifications to his hardware. His heart flutters when he finally feels rough fingers moving to grip onto his real hand, smoothly running over scars that have healed and almost completely disappeared over the years he’s been there. “You don’t have anywhere to be?”
Yifan smiles at him. “Nope.”
“You’re done for the day?”
“Yeah.”
Baekhyun smiles back at him, arms opening wide before Yifan laughs and moves to lie down next to him, allowing the smaller man to cuddle up close against his side.
Wu Yifan was the scientist assigned to their division. He was one of the youngest scientists of their generation and those in The Council thought it was appropriate he was to observe and work on teenagers around his age. But the look on his face when Byun Baekhyun was rapidly rushed in along with his other two friends, Jongdae having shrapnel in his chest while Chanyeol losing a leg, it remained in Baekhyun’s mind forever. No matter how many times Baekhyun tried to bury the memory, it would always come back up because of his artificial left eye.
Yifan tried for days to save Baekhyun’s life, constantly transfusing blood and fluids into him as he and medical doctors tried to preserve as much as they could of the man’s lost arm. He was told of stories of who Byun Baekhyun was, and from what Baekhyun learned of after he finally awoke was that the man was fascinated in him. He was a new scientist fascinated with the way human bodies worked and tried to incorporate the century’s new medical technology into bettering it.
Jongdae likes to say Yifan and Baekhyun’s love story is one unfinished, both refusing to acknowledge they mean so much more to each other than they realize; while Chanyeol likes to say that Yifan and Baekhyun’s love story is one incredibly cheesy and romantic.
Baekhyun never lets Yifan forget that the man practically fell in love with him while he was on the operating table.
“Stop going out into the field,” Yifan suddenly murmurs into his hair, his thumb rubbing soothing circles into the exposed skin of his hip, “You don’t need to go out there anymore.”
Baekhyun thinks this is the hundredth time they’ve had this discussion. He sighs. “As long as Chanyeol and Jongdae are willing to go out, so am I.”
“What if I forbade them?”
“I’m not letting some other fifteen year old go through what I went through.” Yifan lets out a tired sigh and Baekhyun momentarily feels bad for him. “I’m not going to die, you know,” he mumbles next, shifting around so he can look up at him as well, “Not when you’re going to try and bring me back every time.” His eyes searches his, his left eye automatically scanning the man beside him, and he suddenly feels at a loss as to what these new numbers mean. He closes his eyes when Yifan leans down to kiss him.
“I love you, Baekhyun.”
There are stars in the sky, Baekhyun can see them all, but he can also see the stars in Yifan’s eyes, glittering bright despite the fluorescent lights threatening to douse them out. His gaze keeps shifting from the observatory view above him that always keeps him calm to the man who’s busy upgrading his arm once again. He feels something tugging at his skin on his chest near his heart but when he chances a glance down, all he sees is the oxygen mask placed around his mouth.
Baekhyun looks back up to Yifan, seeing him staring back down at him and he tries to smile underneath the mask, trying to reassure him that everything will be fine, especially when the Super Trio will be going out to rescue more children and infants once again. He feels a prick in his other arm, his human arm, and when he looks over to his other side, he sees Dr. Zhang giving him a small smile as he injects something new into his system. He can’t read human levels properly when he has extra drugs in his body.
He immediately shifts his gaze to Yifan again when he feels that familiar warm hand carding through his hair. “I love you, Baekhyun,” Yifan repeats, Baekhyun quickly looking to the other doctor alarmed because they’re not allowed to be in love. Dr. Zhang just winks at him. “Baekhyun, Jongdae and Chanyeol are willing to quit too. They’re ready to finally stop and rest, live the rest of their lives properly as long as they can.” Yifan leans down to kiss his forehead. “I want to sleep next to you at night and wake up to you making those puppy noises again. I want to stay next to you when you’re given assignments between the different divisions and protect you as much as I can. I want to make sure you’re safe and no longer in any type of pain.”
Baekhyun can’t speak with this dumb mask on his face.
Yifan moves to lace his fingers with his real hand before moving his other hand to hold his metal one, moving it slightly so Baekhyun knows he’s touching it.
“You’ve already suffered a lot, Baekhyun,” Yifan continues on. The stars are sparkling brighter in his eyes. “I don’t want you to feel obligated anymore. I want you to finally feel free from all of this. Will you finally quit?” There are hidden meanings in those words. Will you stay with me? Will you be happy with me? Will you live for me? With me? “Blink once for ‘yes.’ Blink twice for ‘no.’”
Baekhyun feels tears well up in his eyes.
Baekhyun blinks once.
Title: What If
Pairing: Baekhyun/Jongdae
Rating: PG
Length: 2.2k
Summary: Baekhyun is the Prince of Light while Jongdae is the Prince of Lightning.
Notes: mama!au
The sky outside is gloomy, sparks of lightning lighting up the sky every few minutes, and Baekhyun doesn’t like it. He doesn’t like the dark or anything related to it and would usually hide in his botanical garden with Kibum when it does happen to get too dark. But he can’t leave the grand hall right now, hasn’t really been able to for the past couple of days, when he’s supposed to be fancying these other princes while his parents have a formal counsel with their parents right now.
“Sir,” Taeyeon addresses as she opens the door and peeks her head in. Baekhyun looks away from the tall windows to see the beautiful woman staring at him. He smiles at her, always having had a crush on her but nothing ever surpassing friendly familiarity between them. “Prince Jongdae from the kingdom in the east has arrived.”
“From the east?” Baekhyun murmurs to himself, brow scrunching together to try and think of the kingdom there. “It’s the kingdom of-” His eyes widen in surprise before he looks out the windows next to him to see another spark of lightning light up the dark skies surrounding them.
“Yes, sir,” Taeyeon answers anyways, opening the door some more to allow the other man to enter.
Jongdae is all friendly smiles and sharp cheekbones, eyes kind as he politely bows to him before waving as friendly as his smile. He’s been known to be quite the charmer without even realizing it, fighting for first place with Kim Jongin of the North for that title amongst available princesses, and Baekhyun can even feel his charm already working on him even though they’ve just met.
There’s a glint of gold in Jongdae’s eyes when he turns to give Taeyeon a grateful smile and Baekhyun frowns at the telltale sign. “You are the one setting off the extra lightning,” he accuses, and it has both Jongdae and Taeyeon looking at him mildly shocked. He scowls even more when he sees the amusement in Jongdae’s eyes and the scolding expression on Taeyeon’s face. “Your eyes,” he waves off, getting up from his chair to go to the far table off to the side and fetch himself a glass of water. “Stop adding more darkness to the sky.”
“On the contrary, Prince of Light,” Jongdae answers back after he holds up a placating hand to Taeyeon with another smile of his own, “I would think I am adding more light to the sky than dark.”
Baekhyun’s still frowning as he finally gets the glass of water up to his lips, taking a generous swig of it before setting it back down on the table to look over at the duo by the door. He eyes each of them for a minute before looking to his childhood friend. “Taeyeon. Leave.”
“Excuse me?” Taeyeon answers back, hand going to her hip as she stares down the prince.
Baekhyun flinches at the sight. He remembers loud scoldings, ear pullings, and powerful punches to his body that accompanied that look. He sighs. “Please.” Even if she isn’t technically royalty like the Byuns, she’s technically royalty in the Byun kingdom.
“That is more like it,” she approves, turning to leave the hall, “I will check up on you two young men in an hour’s time.”
After she’s gone, Jongdae bursts into laughter at what he’s just witnessed, Baekhyun going back to frowning and wanting to blast a hole of light into the man’s stomach. But then he realizes that’s pretty much frowned upon especially inside the castle, so he lets the thought fly away from him just as it had flown into his head in the first place. “She’s scary,” Jongdae announces as he walks over to where he is, “Does she have a power?”
Baekhyun pouts as he’s remembered of the recent punching to his left arm a week ago. He unconsciously rubs at the healing spot. “Believe it or not,” he says as he leaves Jongdae by the table to go sit in his chair, “Her power is strength.”
Jongdae laughs even more. “Seriously?”
“Pretty much,” Baekhyun shrugs off before taking off his small crown and placing it on the table next to his chair. He doesn’t even know how to entertain this prince. It was easy to entertain Jongin and Sehun the past couple of days. He’s met them before prior to the sudden meeting between the kingdoms, so it wasn’t hard to just hang around and play whatever games Taeyeon could find for them. He eyes Jongdae then, moving to stand next to the window and cause another lightning bolt to fly across the sky behind them.
Jongdae looks to be contemplating something with how many bolts are released into the sky every few minutes and Baekhyun doesn’t know how to start talking with him in the first place. So, he simply remains quiet, observing the Prince of Lightning as his crown sparkles with each flash of light from outside. He can understand why Sehun complains about how attractive his friends are.
“Isn’t this our first time meeting, Light?” Jongdae questions.
Baekhyun perks up the slightest bit at the question, watching as the other turns to stare back at him too. Even if the man is not smiling, it still looks like he’s smiling. How odd. “It is,” he answers softly in return.
“Then, Prince Baekhyun, will you always be my light?”
Baekhyun’s eyes widen in shock at the question, breath catching in his throat because he doesn’t know how he’s supposed to answer that. He can’t even comprehend it. He watches as Jongdae takes off his crown as well, walking over until he’s standing in front of him to place his crown next to his on the table and then kneel before him. Right now, they’re not princes.
“Will you always be my light, Baekhyun?” Jongdae reiterates, looking up at him with kind eyes, and Baekhyun can see how the other is up there for first for Charming Rights with Jongin.
“This isn’t some type of proposal, is it?” Baekhyun nervously asks, unable to decide whether to scoot away from the man or fall forward expecting him to catch him.
Jongdae smiles happily at him. “It depends on your answer.”
“But you don’t even know me.”
The smile widens and Baekhyun thinks he’s going to be blinded by how pure this man seems. “Then let us get to know each other while I’m here.”
The next couple of days are spent with Baekhyun and Jongdae being dressed up for formal dinners and garden parties with the other ten kingdoms that they barely have enough time to get to know each other, much less actually see each other, except on the last day of this month-long ordeal. There’s a grand ball the Byuns are throwing for all of them and inviting all the nearby citizens and extended royalty of each kingdom to join them for a reason Baekhyun still has no idea about. It doesn’t really matter though when all twelve princes are gathered next to the small string quartet off to the side complaining about it anyways.
“Come on,” Chanyeol blurts out, drinking from a glass of wine, “There has to be a reason Jongdae’s family has stayed here the longest.”
“The only reason why your family stayed the shortest was because Byunghun’s family couldn’t handle your kingdom,” Yifan helpfully supplies before he leaves to grab more hors d’oeuvres for them.
“Even we’ve known him the longest between all twelve of us, and we still haven’t stayed as long as Jongdae has,” Jongin complains as he lets Sehun cling onto his arm. Nobody says a word about how the latter glares at any woman that tries to get near them.
“I’m telling you,” Yixing pipes up between all of them, “It’s a conspiracy.”
“Says the healer,” Minseok mumbles as Baekhyun quietly takes his leave to go out to the balcony on the second floor.
He’s really had enough of his friends’ comments, hoping they still continue to banter long enough to allow him the peace he’s been craving for the past couple of days. The ball has been going on for at least two hours, but it feels like two decades with how long he’s had to play a nice host to everybody in the entire world. He’s just about ready to forgo the balcony to go to his chambers and fall asleep until next week. He gives a small smile to Taeyeon as he passes her on the second floor.
The sky is dark outside, but Baekhyun can easily fix that, little sparkles of light floating around him to join the bright stars in the sky above him. It surrounds him with something reassuring and he smiles when some of his lights join together to form little hearts or little clouds in their own desire around him.
“I didn’t know you could be just as cute,” Jongdae quietly says as he steps out onto the balcony with him.
Baekhyun starts at the sound, spinning on his heels and causing his lights to brighten in alarm at the intruder.
“I apologize,” Jongdae immediately says, dropping down to a knee again and bowing his head, “I did not mean to scare you.”
“Oh,” Baekhyun breathes out, instantly recognizing whom it is. He calms slowly, his lights accompanying his heart rate, and he turns again to look up at the peaceful night sky. If the stars were always this bright, he would love the nighttime even more. “Did you follow me out here?” he questions quietly, hearing a rustling of clothing before Jongdae is standing next to him by the stone railings.
“I noticed you were gone,” is the response he receives and his lights seem to like that response. They glow just a bit brighter before floating towards the sky again. “Minseok said he watched you go up to the second floor, so now here I am. Are you okay?”
Baekhyun lets a soft sigh escape his mouth as he drops his gaze from the sky to look out into the garden below, the pavilion and gazebo lit up as some of their guests venture out into the garden for some peace and quiet as well. “I’m just tired of playing host for the past month.”
“I bet it is tiring,” Jongdae responds back, “I apologize as well for my family’s extended stay here.”
“Yeah,” Baekhyun breathes out, turning to face the other with an agitated look on his face, “What’s up with that? Are renovations happening in your palace or something? Are you trying to permanently stay here? Why are you here longer than my best friends from the other kingdoms?”
Jongdae laughs as he holds his hands up towards him defensively. “Hey. Jongin can just teleport here any time he wants.”
“That is true,” Baekhyun huffs in annoyance before looking away again, “But still.”
Jongdae laughs some more but other than that, they don’t speak again. They let silence fall between the sparkles of light and sounds of music when Jongdae suddenly takes off his crown again and falls to a knee beside him. It catches Baekhyun by surprise, thinking the man simply just keeled over and died, that he doesn’t hear the gasps coming from the balcony doorways.
“Hey, Baekhyun,” Jongdae greets this time, looking up at him with kind eyes that even Baekhyun is sure the man is beating Jongin for Charming Rights, “Will you always be my light?”
Baekhyun’s voice is caught in his throat. He sees no ring and there are no trumpets blaring in his ears to ruin the moment, so he doesn’t think it’s an official proposal. But it feels like an official proposal nonetheless, especially with the way Jongdae momentarily strips off his Princely title to do so. It’s also his third time doing this. Why? “I-”
“This is why Jongdae’s family is staying here longer than the rest of ours?!”
“When did they even become friends?!”
Baekhyun smiles as Zitao freezes the rest of their friends in place, allowing him to have his moment with Jongdae as he contemplates the other’s offer. It would make sense with how long their family has stayed here, but was it really that time to get married? Not even Minseok is married yet and he and Jongdae don’t really know each other. But with the way Jongdae is staring at him like he’s the only thing in this universe, he thinks there will be enough time to get to know each other during their engagement.
Baekhyun’s smile softens at his decision, Jongdae looking up at him hopefully. He slowly takes off his own coronet in response, watching as all the sparkling lights surrounding them fly to the gem in the center of his crown. He feels his heart warm at the sheer look of amazement in Jongdae’s eyes when his kingdom’s family jewel starts to glow brilliantly for him to see.
It’s enough of an answer for Jongdae, quickly standing and opening his arms to give him a hug. He pauses right when he takes a step forward, a cautious, inquisitive look on his face. “May I have the permission to hug you, my Light?”
Baekhyun can’t help but laugh and nod, accidentally dropping his crown to the ground when Jongdae takes another step forward and wraps him tightly in his surprising warmth. The light in his crown disperses at being jostled and Baekhyun doesn’t think he’s seen anything brighter than the lights reflecting off beautifully of Jongdae’s bright smile.
Pairing: Baekhyun/Zitao
Rating: NC-17
Length: 2.5k
Summary: Baekhyun doesn’t understand why the phones and computers are down in a rich Maserati car dealership.
The buzz of the television is lulling Baekhyun to sleep despite being folded uncomfortably over two chairs. There’s an immovable armrest in between, but he makes it work. It’s even cold and it’s past closing time but, clearly, nothing is enough to deter him from taking a quick nap over uncomfortable furniture before he goes home.
Minutes tick by and he’s pretty sure he’s dozed off once already when he starts to hear a familiar voice growing louder in his ears, presumably as it comes closer with each step taken towards his direction. He hears a mixture of two other unknown voices before he tries to straighten his head up a little bit, gently rolling his shoulders to get the cricks out of them, and looks over his shoulder to see Zitao talking to an older couple, pleasant smiles on all their faces as they continue to converse. Zitao catches his gaze and gives him a softer smile before leading the couple past the guest lounge and towards the accountants’ offices on the other side of the car dealership.
Baekhyun simply watches them as they go, too tired to do anything but follow them with his eyes. He doesn’t even know how Zitao does it. The man can’t talk about anything other than his precious daughter Candy, his best friend Sehun, or his expensive designer anything. He frowns as he waits even more, nestling down even more uncomfortably in his makeshift bed for his boyfriend to be done with his shift.
“Why are you here?”
Baekhyun jumps at the sound of Zitao’s voice, immediately groaning when he moves too quickly and hits his elbow against the edge of the chair. The frown from before transforms into a pout when he looks up and sees Zitao’s amused stare directed right at him. “You didn’t have to do that,” he replies back lamely, slowly unfolding himself from that dreaded position and standing up. He almost cries at the stiffness in his body. “Why did you take so long? Work ended, like, ten hours ago.”
Zitao shrugs as he looks to his left where the accounting offices are. “The pair wants to see the difference between two packages before signing the deal. Computers are down too so it’s taking a longer time than usual to get everything done.”
“How do you even manage to sell cars with what you lack up there?”
Zitao laughs at the insult. “Okay, okay. I get it. You’re grumpy.”
Baekhyun frowns even more as he gently rolls his shoulders and then stretches his back out, hearing a satisfying pop right after. “Damn right I’m grumpy.”
“How about I make it up to you when I’m done here?”
The sound of Zitao’s voice makes Baekhyun look up immediately, gaze dark but voice soft and caring, and it suddenly makes his stiff joints loose and wobbly. He reaches out for him, voice refusing to work, and he lets out a sigh when Zitao instantly reacts to him, pulls his arm and secures a hold around his waist to bring him in for a tight hug. It has Baekhyun smiling, bright and all too happy, to have his boyfriend’s attention only on him for a moment.
“Zitao,” the only accountant left for the day, Baekhyun thinks his name is Junmyeon, suddenly calls out, “Come here for a minute.”
“Yes, sir,” Zitao shouts back, pulling away and leaning down to give Baekhyun a quick kiss. “Coming!” He makes sure to leave another kiss right under Baekhyun’s ear. “Wait in my office.”
Baekhyun’s busy sifting through random magazines and blank contracts an hour and a half after the dealership closes when Zitao finally makes it back to his office. He’s sitting in his surprisingly comfy leather chair and dog-earring which car models he likes better, so he doesn’t really want to look up and greet Zitao again even as he hears the door closing and locking.
“Are you actually considering buying a Maserati?” Zitao questions as he walks around the desk towards him. “You can buy mine and I can buy a new one.”
“Yeah, right,” Baekhyun drawls, flipping the page before giving in and looking up at him, “If anything, I want the new one.”
“You can get the new 2015 Ghibli model,” Zitao continues, tone of voice slowly switching into his professional ‘This car is perfect for you and let me list you reasons why’ voice, “There’s this beautiful Champagne Metallescent one we just received from the company today and-”
“This is how you’re going to make it up to me?” Baekhyun suddenly whines, slamming his hand down on the magazine to make his point, “You know I can’t afford one of those monsters like you can.”
The surprised look on Zitao’s face softens at the realization, reaching out a hand and coaxing Baekhyun out of his chair. “I’m sorry,” he murmurs, twirling them so he can sit in his chair with Baekhyun on his lap instead. He leans in to give him another soft, apologetic kiss on the lips. “I just forgot. You can drive my car any time.”
The genuine look on Zitao’s face is enough for Baekhyun to give in, letting him pull him in again for another kiss as he starts to massage Baekhyun’s lower back. He melts against the touch, trying to mold himself against his boyfriend only to whine when he starts to feel uncomfortable with the armrests digging into his thighs again. He’s starting to think armrests are against him. He’s even about to voice his thoughts when he’s suddenly being picked up and placed on the desk right next to them.
“It’ll probably be more comfortable this way,” is Zitao’s response to his inquisitive look, already unbuttoning his shirt in front of him.
Baekhyun’s mouth drops open at the action, watching as tanned skin is slowly being exposed to him, and - “Are we really going to do this here?” he whispers, already feeling hot as his pants start to tighten uncomfortably around him. “We should do this at home or something.”
“With the way my Maserati purrs?” Zitao murmurs, pulling his shirt out of his slacks so it can hang on his body loosely, “I’d rather have you now.”
Baekhyun moans at how deep Zitao’s voice drops, legs easily spreading open to accompany Zitao’s waist as he comes in close and cups his face in his hands to bring him in for another, sweet kiss. His hands shoot up to hold onto the younger man’s wrists, trying to find something to help keep his balance as he’s being moved to lie onto his back. He can feel the edges of magazines and papers digging into his spine but he’s more amazed to somehow not knocking off the computer situated in the corner of the desk.
He keens when he feels a hand leave his face to trail hotly down his chest, brushing a clothed nipple before tracing his stomach and simply cupping his crotch. He bucks up into the heat, panting when he starts to rut against the increasing pressure provided for him. “Zitao,” he breathes, hand moving from one wrist to tangle fingers in Zitao’s hair while his free hand tries to find the edge of the desk for leverage, “Zitao, please.”
There’s a grunt echoing in Baekhyun's ear before he feels cold air hit his torso. He gasps in surprise as he opens his eyes and looks down to see Zitao staring at his pale stomach before leaning down to mouth at the area underneath his bellybutton. He feels his dick twitch in his pants at the sight.
And then Zitao is kissing his cock through his pants and it’s enough to have Baekhyun’s head dropping to fall back against the desk again. His hands move their way to Zitao’s hair and he can’t believe this hot man is actually his, with his strong arms, silky hair, and hot hot hands holding him down to prepare himself for something better.
He hears a drawer opening before slamming shut again, but he pays it no mind, too busy hoping Zitao won’t stop making out with his clothed dick any time soon. He thinks karma is a bitch when there’s cold air suddenly and Zitao is completely gone away from him. He frowns, opening up his eyes to stare blankly at what he hopes is his boyfriend’s figure looming over him. “Huang Zitao, I fucking swear to everything that is-”
Zitao has his pants and boxers down to his thighs and Baekhyun thinks he’s going to come in his pants from just the sight alone.
“Fucking hell.”
“You still can’t get enough of this, can you?” Zitao jokes, voice deep and raspy as he starts to unbutton Baekhyun’s jeans and get his boxers off as well. Baekhyun doesn’t really want to talk anymore if he’s just going to be staring at this glorious cock in front of him all day. “How many months has it been?” Zitao continues to ask as he basically undresses the lower half of Baekhyun quite easily, if he’d say so himself. “It’s been four, at least, since we started having sex on a regular basis.”
“I want to choke on your cock,” is Baekhyun’s logical response and it even has Zitao choking because -
“What the hell, Baek? Didn’t I choke you the other day? Let’s give your throat a break, good God.”
Baekhyun whines as he spreads his legs wide even further and holds them open for him. “Then hurry up and fuck me already.”
Zitao needs to teach Baekhyun a lesson in how to not kill someone right when they’re having sex, but he thinks that’s for another day as he immediately starts pouring lube onto his fingers and warming them up for him. “Patience is a virtue, you know,” he says as a warning before circling Baekhyun’s rim and pushing in one finger slowly.
Baekhyun’s back arches off of the desk at the action, already wanting another even if he’s not completely stretched enough for it. He moans as Zitao starts to slowly thrust his finger in and out of him. “More,” he breathes, eyes rolling into the back of his head as Zitao easily complies and pulls out his finger once more before pushing back in with two. “Yes.”
Before he knows it, he’s trying to fuck himself down on three fingers as they stretch him perfectly, one of the fingers hitting his prostrate with each thrust in. He already feels so close, a hot hand splayed across his chest with Zitao’s dangerous gaze on him, that he groans this time when the fingers are slowly pulled out of him.
His breathing is harsh, barely lifting his head and watching through hazy eyes as Zitao tries to open the foil with his teeth before slipping the condom on. A generous amount of lube is poured on his dick and Baekhyun swears he doesn’t moan at the sight of Zitao stroking his cock to spread the lube evenly around himself. His fingers feel relief when Zitao steps closer again and he wraps his legs around his waist, watching as Zitao aligns himself before looking up to him patiently.
Baekhyun responds by letting his head fall back, eyes squeezing shut and mouth falling open as Zitao slowly pushes in. He doesn’t know how long it takes, but he feels like he’s run a marathon when Zitao’s hips finally meet his ass, feeling the man’s dick twitch inside of him at the tightness surrounding him. And although he’s grateful Zitao is always so considerate when they first start to fuck, he’d be even more grateful if Zitao bends him in half and fucks him like he’s the best ass he’s ever had in his life. He voices this out loud unabashed and screams when Zitao pulls out only to slam back in right after.
Harsh panting and breathy moans fill the room as the desk starts to creak underneath the abuse. Baekhyun has a tight grip on the edge of the desk to avoid being shunted off and he can’t help but latch his other hand in Zitao’s damp hair, tugging harshly on it and eliciting a moan from his boyfriend in response.
Zitao suddenly shifts his hips and Baekhyun sees stars, mouth open in a silent moan as he takes everything Zitao is willing to offer. His eyes are scrunched tight and the heels of his feet are digging into Zitao’s lower back when he feels his balls tightening, so close to the edge that all he needs is Zitao stroking his cock once to come hard between them.
Baekhyun stills so suddenly, grip so tight in Zitao’s hair that it makes him grunt in pain. He moans in surprise when he starts to feel Zitao slow down right after, hips gently rolling into his until he comes to a stop. Baekhyun can’t breathe, can’t really see anything as he comes down from his high. All he can do is massage Zitao’s scalp in apology and he’s rewarded with a nose gently nudging its way up his neck and jaw before lips meet his in such a sweet kiss, it actually takes his breath away.
Zitao chuckles as he pulls away and sees Baekhyun’s blissed out face in front of him. “Let’s clean up and go home.”
Baekhyun only lifts up his arms childishly, Zitao granting him the hug he craves after sex, and lets the younger clean him up and dress him again before he’s being carried out of the dealership piggyback style and to Zitao’s clean, white Maserati.
There’s always a push and pull when it involves Baekhyun and Zitao. It’s a fine balance between love and hate and, within seven months of dating, they’re happy to say they’ve found a nice medium between the two, never lingering too long on hate and never overdoing it on love. It’s pretty evident in the way Baekhyun enters the dealership again a week later after waving goodbye to Chanyeol. He never explained to Zitao that he only goes there after his and Chanyeol’s music classes, but it’s never really come up again after that day last week.
It’s near closing time again and he hears two men shouting repeatedly from opposite ends of the facility, Zitao walking past him with an old man instead to bring him to the accountant’s office again. He receives that same soft smile before he’s quickly being told to meet him in his office.
And the only reason why Baekhyun is smiling and giggling every few seconds on his way to Zitao’s office is because he can now clearly hear Junmyeon shouting for someone else extra loudly across the entire dealership. There’s really no one else there at this time so it should be fine, but don’t they have phones or something they can use to call each other with?
“Oh,” Zitao answers once he sees him again, “Phones are down too.”
“What kind of place sells Maseratis but the computers and phones are down almost every single day?”
“No idea,” Zitao says with a shrug of the shoulders, sitting down in his chair so Baekhyun can immediately take his place on his lap, “Our place apparently.”
Title: Transformer
Pairing: Baekhyun/Yifan
Rating: PG-13
Length: 1.8k
Summary: As Baekhyun lays on the operating table, he can see the stars in Yifan's eyes.
There are stars in the sky. Baekhyun can see them all.
There are constellations he has seen in textbooks before and there are even planets he has seen in the database available in his head. The sky is dark and he feels like he can start to see the stars coming closer to him the longer he stares at the sparkling darkness above him. He barely flinches when he feels a crack and a clink in his left shoulder, too preoccupied with the scenery above him to notice.
“Are you okay?” a masculine voice questions him, sound surprisingly soft and gentle, “Blink once for ‘yes.’ Blink twice for ‘no.’”
Baekhyun blinks once.
Baekhyun awakes to the crinkling of sheets, unable to feel the softness of the cotton when he turns on his side and stuffs his hand underneath the pillow his head is resting on. He feels like his hearing is hypersensitive and he can’t tell if it’s been messed with or not. His vision is blurry but the longer he stares at the pastel blue of the wall in front of him, he can see the adjustments being made to his senses, the number for his vision increasing while the number for his hearing decreasing the slightest bit.
He can see the stars he drew on the walls months ago, colors of red, orange, and yellow fading as the days pass by. He smiles at the sight of them, each one representing a happy moment and memory since he’s been in this institution. He hears the door open behind him but he doesn’t turn, doesn’t usually need to when he can hear the telltale click of Yifan’s dress shoes on the tile floor.
“Baekhyun?”
Baekhyun smiles brighter at the soft tone of voice the other uses, always stopping at least a foot away from him because of habit. He turns around, finally feeling the soft sheets as his other hand reaches out to rest underneath his head and pillow instead. “Hi, Yifan,” he greets, eyes twinkling like the stars. He sees the other man visibly relax before striding forward to sit on whatever space is left on the bed, hand reaching out to card fingers through his soft hair.
“Do you feel okay?” Yifan’s hand is unusually large for any human.
“I still feel okay,” Baekhyun answers back, eyes closing of their own accord after he reads Yifan’s health state in his head. “Was everything successful?” He doesn’t see the gentle smile on the scientist’s face.
“It looks like it,” Yifan lightly says. Baekhyun can hear a chuckle starting to form from the man’s lips. “You can still move everything correctly, right?”
To demonstrate, Baekhyun moves his left arm, the one that’s been operated on numerous times before, and lifts it up towards Yifan’s face. Baekhyun opens his eyes to make sure he doesn’t actually and accidentally scratch the man in the process. It’s happened a few times too many in the past.
They watch as his metal arm slowly reaches towards Yifan’s face, Baekhyun quickly looking to the scientist and reading his neurotransmitter levels with his left eye and seeing the man’s not the slightest bit afraid of him. He smiles again, simply letting his arm drop and simply tug on the man’s shirt, almost like a child.
“I think I’m still able to move everything correctly,” Baekhyun finally says, mirth dancing in his voice. Yifan laughs with him, moving his hand from his hair to hold the metal one tugging at his shirt.
“That’s good.”
Baekhyun falls asleep to the sight of Yifan rubbing his thumb against the back of his metal hand.
It’s close to the year 2100. There have been many advances in medical technology that most humans are slowly having trouble comprehending. Most humans don’t even have the sufficient amount of money to afford all these advances that will help prevent them from passing on too early.
It was in the year 2092 when Baekhyun was sent into battle at the tender age of fifteen, too young to hold a gun but too old to know that there was a never-ending battle outside his childhood home. It was in that year when Baekhyun was cornered against a destroyed house with his best friends Jongdae and Chanyeol at his side. They were held at gunpoint, Chanyeol already bleeding out from a wound to his leg and Baekhyun defending Jongdae who was the spark of their friendship. It was in that year something unknown hit them, Baekhyun trying to protect his friends from further harm and was pinned to the house instead, screaming his lungs out and quickly losing feeling in his left arm.
He lost his arm that year, and his left eye the following year, disease slowly eating up his vision from some foreign bacteria he managed to get out in the field. He honestly thought he was going to die at least three times in this lifetime, but someone always tries to bring him back. It’s been the same person ever since reinforcements came in and managed to save him and his friends.
“Yifan?” Baekhyun mumbles in his sleep, slowly turning in bed at the memories replaying in his head. He makes a noise in disapproval when his left arm doesn’t want to move with him. “Yifan?”
“I’m right here, Baekhyun,” comes Yifan’s soft voice.
It makes Baekhyun’s eyes flutter open again at the sound. He’s always so sleepy after experiments and modifications to his hardware. His heart flutters when he finally feels rough fingers moving to grip onto his real hand, smoothly running over scars that have healed and almost completely disappeared over the years he’s been there. “You don’t have anywhere to be?”
Yifan smiles at him. “Nope.”
“You’re done for the day?”
“Yeah.”
Baekhyun smiles back at him, arms opening wide before Yifan laughs and moves to lie down next to him, allowing the smaller man to cuddle up close against his side.
Wu Yifan was the scientist assigned to their division. He was one of the youngest scientists of their generation and those in The Council thought it was appropriate he was to observe and work on teenagers around his age. But the look on his face when Byun Baekhyun was rapidly rushed in along with his other two friends, Jongdae having shrapnel in his chest while Chanyeol losing a leg, it remained in Baekhyun’s mind forever. No matter how many times Baekhyun tried to bury the memory, it would always come back up because of his artificial left eye.
Yifan tried for days to save Baekhyun’s life, constantly transfusing blood and fluids into him as he and medical doctors tried to preserve as much as they could of the man’s lost arm. He was told of stories of who Byun Baekhyun was, and from what Baekhyun learned of after he finally awoke was that the man was fascinated in him. He was a new scientist fascinated with the way human bodies worked and tried to incorporate the century’s new medical technology into bettering it.
Jongdae likes to say Yifan and Baekhyun’s love story is one unfinished, both refusing to acknowledge they mean so much more to each other than they realize; while Chanyeol likes to say that Yifan and Baekhyun’s love story is one incredibly cheesy and romantic.
Baekhyun never lets Yifan forget that the man practically fell in love with him while he was on the operating table.
“Stop going out into the field,” Yifan suddenly murmurs into his hair, his thumb rubbing soothing circles into the exposed skin of his hip, “You don’t need to go out there anymore.”
Baekhyun thinks this is the hundredth time they’ve had this discussion. He sighs. “As long as Chanyeol and Jongdae are willing to go out, so am I.”
“What if I forbade them?”
“I’m not letting some other fifteen year old go through what I went through.” Yifan lets out a tired sigh and Baekhyun momentarily feels bad for him. “I’m not going to die, you know,” he mumbles next, shifting around so he can look up at him as well, “Not when you’re going to try and bring me back every time.” His eyes searches his, his left eye automatically scanning the man beside him, and he suddenly feels at a loss as to what these new numbers mean. He closes his eyes when Yifan leans down to kiss him.
“I love you, Baekhyun.”
There are stars in the sky, Baekhyun can see them all, but he can also see the stars in Yifan’s eyes, glittering bright despite the fluorescent lights threatening to douse them out. His gaze keeps shifting from the observatory view above him that always keeps him calm to the man who’s busy upgrading his arm once again. He feels something tugging at his skin on his chest near his heart but when he chances a glance down, all he sees is the oxygen mask placed around his mouth.
Baekhyun looks back up to Yifan, seeing him staring back down at him and he tries to smile underneath the mask, trying to reassure him that everything will be fine, especially when the Super Trio will be going out to rescue more children and infants once again. He feels a prick in his other arm, his human arm, and when he looks over to his other side, he sees Dr. Zhang giving him a small smile as he injects something new into his system. He can’t read human levels properly when he has extra drugs in his body.
He immediately shifts his gaze to Yifan again when he feels that familiar warm hand carding through his hair. “I love you, Baekhyun,” Yifan repeats, Baekhyun quickly looking to the other doctor alarmed because they’re not allowed to be in love. Dr. Zhang just winks at him. “Baekhyun, Jongdae and Chanyeol are willing to quit too. They’re ready to finally stop and rest, live the rest of their lives properly as long as they can.” Yifan leans down to kiss his forehead. “I want to sleep next to you at night and wake up to you making those puppy noises again. I want to stay next to you when you’re given assignments between the different divisions and protect you as much as I can. I want to make sure you’re safe and no longer in any type of pain.”
Baekhyun can’t speak with this dumb mask on his face.
Yifan moves to lace his fingers with his real hand before moving his other hand to hold his metal one, moving it slightly so Baekhyun knows he’s touching it.
“You’ve already suffered a lot, Baekhyun,” Yifan continues on. The stars are sparkling brighter in his eyes. “I don’t want you to feel obligated anymore. I want you to finally feel free from all of this. Will you finally quit?” There are hidden meanings in those words. Will you stay with me? Will you be happy with me? Will you live for me? With me? “Blink once for ‘yes.’ Blink twice for ‘no.’”
Baekhyun feels tears well up in his eyes.
Baekhyun blinks once.
Title: What If
Pairing: Baekhyun/Jongdae
Rating: PG
Length: 2.2k
Summary: Baekhyun is the Prince of Light while Jongdae is the Prince of Lightning.
Notes: mama!au
The sky outside is gloomy, sparks of lightning lighting up the sky every few minutes, and Baekhyun doesn’t like it. He doesn’t like the dark or anything related to it and would usually hide in his botanical garden with Kibum when it does happen to get too dark. But he can’t leave the grand hall right now, hasn’t really been able to for the past couple of days, when he’s supposed to be fancying these other princes while his parents have a formal counsel with their parents right now.
“Sir,” Taeyeon addresses as she opens the door and peeks her head in. Baekhyun looks away from the tall windows to see the beautiful woman staring at him. He smiles at her, always having had a crush on her but nothing ever surpassing friendly familiarity between them. “Prince Jongdae from the kingdom in the east has arrived.”
“From the east?” Baekhyun murmurs to himself, brow scrunching together to try and think of the kingdom there. “It’s the kingdom of-” His eyes widen in surprise before he looks out the windows next to him to see another spark of lightning light up the dark skies surrounding them.
“Yes, sir,” Taeyeon answers anyways, opening the door some more to allow the other man to enter.
Jongdae is all friendly smiles and sharp cheekbones, eyes kind as he politely bows to him before waving as friendly as his smile. He’s been known to be quite the charmer without even realizing it, fighting for first place with Kim Jongin of the North for that title amongst available princesses, and Baekhyun can even feel his charm already working on him even though they’ve just met.
There’s a glint of gold in Jongdae’s eyes when he turns to give Taeyeon a grateful smile and Baekhyun frowns at the telltale sign. “You are the one setting off the extra lightning,” he accuses, and it has both Jongdae and Taeyeon looking at him mildly shocked. He scowls even more when he sees the amusement in Jongdae’s eyes and the scolding expression on Taeyeon’s face. “Your eyes,” he waves off, getting up from his chair to go to the far table off to the side and fetch himself a glass of water. “Stop adding more darkness to the sky.”
“On the contrary, Prince of Light,” Jongdae answers back after he holds up a placating hand to Taeyeon with another smile of his own, “I would think I am adding more light to the sky than dark.”
Baekhyun’s still frowning as he finally gets the glass of water up to his lips, taking a generous swig of it before setting it back down on the table to look over at the duo by the door. He eyes each of them for a minute before looking to his childhood friend. “Taeyeon. Leave.”
“Excuse me?” Taeyeon answers back, hand going to her hip as she stares down the prince.
Baekhyun flinches at the sight. He remembers loud scoldings, ear pullings, and powerful punches to his body that accompanied that look. He sighs. “Please.” Even if she isn’t technically royalty like the Byuns, she’s technically royalty in the Byun kingdom.
“That is more like it,” she approves, turning to leave the hall, “I will check up on you two young men in an hour’s time.”
After she’s gone, Jongdae bursts into laughter at what he’s just witnessed, Baekhyun going back to frowning and wanting to blast a hole of light into the man’s stomach. But then he realizes that’s pretty much frowned upon especially inside the castle, so he lets the thought fly away from him just as it had flown into his head in the first place. “She’s scary,” Jongdae announces as he walks over to where he is, “Does she have a power?”
Baekhyun pouts as he’s remembered of the recent punching to his left arm a week ago. He unconsciously rubs at the healing spot. “Believe it or not,” he says as he leaves Jongdae by the table to go sit in his chair, “Her power is strength.”
Jongdae laughs even more. “Seriously?”
“Pretty much,” Baekhyun shrugs off before taking off his small crown and placing it on the table next to his chair. He doesn’t even know how to entertain this prince. It was easy to entertain Jongin and Sehun the past couple of days. He’s met them before prior to the sudden meeting between the kingdoms, so it wasn’t hard to just hang around and play whatever games Taeyeon could find for them. He eyes Jongdae then, moving to stand next to the window and cause another lightning bolt to fly across the sky behind them.
Jongdae looks to be contemplating something with how many bolts are released into the sky every few minutes and Baekhyun doesn’t know how to start talking with him in the first place. So, he simply remains quiet, observing the Prince of Lightning as his crown sparkles with each flash of light from outside. He can understand why Sehun complains about how attractive his friends are.
“Isn’t this our first time meeting, Light?” Jongdae questions.
Baekhyun perks up the slightest bit at the question, watching as the other turns to stare back at him too. Even if the man is not smiling, it still looks like he’s smiling. How odd. “It is,” he answers softly in return.
“Then, Prince Baekhyun, will you always be my light?”
Baekhyun’s eyes widen in shock at the question, breath catching in his throat because he doesn’t know how he’s supposed to answer that. He can’t even comprehend it. He watches as Jongdae takes off his crown as well, walking over until he’s standing in front of him to place his crown next to his on the table and then kneel before him. Right now, they’re not princes.
“Will you always be my light, Baekhyun?” Jongdae reiterates, looking up at him with kind eyes, and Baekhyun can see how the other is up there for first for Charming Rights with Jongin.
“This isn’t some type of proposal, is it?” Baekhyun nervously asks, unable to decide whether to scoot away from the man or fall forward expecting him to catch him.
Jongdae smiles happily at him. “It depends on your answer.”
“But you don’t even know me.”
The smile widens and Baekhyun thinks he’s going to be blinded by how pure this man seems. “Then let us get to know each other while I’m here.”
The next couple of days are spent with Baekhyun and Jongdae being dressed up for formal dinners and garden parties with the other ten kingdoms that they barely have enough time to get to know each other, much less actually see each other, except on the last day of this month-long ordeal. There’s a grand ball the Byuns are throwing for all of them and inviting all the nearby citizens and extended royalty of each kingdom to join them for a reason Baekhyun still has no idea about. It doesn’t really matter though when all twelve princes are gathered next to the small string quartet off to the side complaining about it anyways.
“Come on,” Chanyeol blurts out, drinking from a glass of wine, “There has to be a reason Jongdae’s family has stayed here the longest.”
“The only reason why your family stayed the shortest was because Byunghun’s family couldn’t handle your kingdom,” Yifan helpfully supplies before he leaves to grab more hors d’oeuvres for them.
“Even we’ve known him the longest between all twelve of us, and we still haven’t stayed as long as Jongdae has,” Jongin complains as he lets Sehun cling onto his arm. Nobody says a word about how the latter glares at any woman that tries to get near them.
“I’m telling you,” Yixing pipes up between all of them, “It’s a conspiracy.”
“Says the healer,” Minseok mumbles as Baekhyun quietly takes his leave to go out to the balcony on the second floor.
He’s really had enough of his friends’ comments, hoping they still continue to banter long enough to allow him the peace he’s been craving for the past couple of days. The ball has been going on for at least two hours, but it feels like two decades with how long he’s had to play a nice host to everybody in the entire world. He’s just about ready to forgo the balcony to go to his chambers and fall asleep until next week. He gives a small smile to Taeyeon as he passes her on the second floor.
The sky is dark outside, but Baekhyun can easily fix that, little sparkles of light floating around him to join the bright stars in the sky above him. It surrounds him with something reassuring and he smiles when some of his lights join together to form little hearts or little clouds in their own desire around him.
“I didn’t know you could be just as cute,” Jongdae quietly says as he steps out onto the balcony with him.
Baekhyun starts at the sound, spinning on his heels and causing his lights to brighten in alarm at the intruder.
“I apologize,” Jongdae immediately says, dropping down to a knee again and bowing his head, “I did not mean to scare you.”
“Oh,” Baekhyun breathes out, instantly recognizing whom it is. He calms slowly, his lights accompanying his heart rate, and he turns again to look up at the peaceful night sky. If the stars were always this bright, he would love the nighttime even more. “Did you follow me out here?” he questions quietly, hearing a rustling of clothing before Jongdae is standing next to him by the stone railings.
“I noticed you were gone,” is the response he receives and his lights seem to like that response. They glow just a bit brighter before floating towards the sky again. “Minseok said he watched you go up to the second floor, so now here I am. Are you okay?”
Baekhyun lets a soft sigh escape his mouth as he drops his gaze from the sky to look out into the garden below, the pavilion and gazebo lit up as some of their guests venture out into the garden for some peace and quiet as well. “I’m just tired of playing host for the past month.”
“I bet it is tiring,” Jongdae responds back, “I apologize as well for my family’s extended stay here.”
“Yeah,” Baekhyun breathes out, turning to face the other with an agitated look on his face, “What’s up with that? Are renovations happening in your palace or something? Are you trying to permanently stay here? Why are you here longer than my best friends from the other kingdoms?”
Jongdae laughs as he holds his hands up towards him defensively. “Hey. Jongin can just teleport here any time he wants.”
“That is true,” Baekhyun huffs in annoyance before looking away again, “But still.”
Jongdae laughs some more but other than that, they don’t speak again. They let silence fall between the sparkles of light and sounds of music when Jongdae suddenly takes off his crown again and falls to a knee beside him. It catches Baekhyun by surprise, thinking the man simply just keeled over and died, that he doesn’t hear the gasps coming from the balcony doorways.
“Hey, Baekhyun,” Jongdae greets this time, looking up at him with kind eyes that even Baekhyun is sure the man is beating Jongin for Charming Rights, “Will you always be my light?”
Baekhyun’s voice is caught in his throat. He sees no ring and there are no trumpets blaring in his ears to ruin the moment, so he doesn’t think it’s an official proposal. But it feels like an official proposal nonetheless, especially with the way Jongdae momentarily strips off his Princely title to do so. It’s also his third time doing this. Why? “I-”
“This is why Jongdae’s family is staying here longer than the rest of ours?!”
“When did they even become friends?!”
Baekhyun smiles as Zitao freezes the rest of their friends in place, allowing him to have his moment with Jongdae as he contemplates the other’s offer. It would make sense with how long their family has stayed here, but was it really that time to get married? Not even Minseok is married yet and he and Jongdae don’t really know each other. But with the way Jongdae is staring at him like he’s the only thing in this universe, he thinks there will be enough time to get to know each other during their engagement.
Baekhyun’s smile softens at his decision, Jongdae looking up at him hopefully. He slowly takes off his own coronet in response, watching as all the sparkling lights surrounding them fly to the gem in the center of his crown. He feels his heart warm at the sheer look of amazement in Jongdae’s eyes when his kingdom’s family jewel starts to glow brilliantly for him to see.
It’s enough of an answer for Jongdae, quickly standing and opening his arms to give him a hug. He pauses right when he takes a step forward, a cautious, inquisitive look on his face. “May I have the permission to hug you, my Light?”
Baekhyun can’t help but laugh and nod, accidentally dropping his crown to the ground when Jongdae takes another step forward and wraps him tightly in his surprising warmth. The light in his crown disperses at being jostled and Baekhyun doesn’t think he’s seen anything brighter than the lights reflecting off beautifully of Jongdae’s bright smile.