part 4
The moon is shining in a diamond-flame silver tonight, illuminating the way back home. Jongdae's lips are pressed together in a thin line. Countless scenarios are swirling around inside his head. The smothering grey smoke, the greedy hell-fire flames that snaked up into the sky from earlier have the blood inside Jongdae's veins freeze. He thought he'd be too late, assumed that due to his irresponsible words and actions another innocent soul had lost his life in vain. His grip around Baekhyun's wrist tightens unconsciously, the petite human doesn't react, his head hanging low and black bangs falling into his pale face.
Jongdae doesn't slow down but he does support Baekhyun by wrapping one arm around his waist and Baekhyun's arm around his neck when he notices the slight limp.
The dead-silence between them is new, it runs icy chills down Jongdae's spine mixing with rage over the boy's reckless behavior.
They take a taxi for the rest of the way, drive as defeating quite as their walk earlier; both of them caught up in their own little world. Jongdae keeps stealing glances in between, checking on Baekhyun’s condition.
Only when they both step into the security of Jongdae's apartment and the door falls shut behind them does the growing tension between them threaten to snap like a thin thread. Jongdae wordlessly grabs his pack of cigarette, sticks one between his lips, lightens it up and inhales deeply.
Baekhyun remains motionless in the middle of the room, eyes empty and fixed onto the wooden floor. Only now due to the warm light of the lamp does Jongdae receive a clear look at the extent of the Baekhyun's injuries. The view is pitiful, his jeans are ripped and stained mercury-red, his bottom lip is busted open and trembling, Baekhyun keeps his hands hidden behind his back but Jongdae predicts that they are covered in cuts as well.
Anger rises inside of him like bail, in his rage he kicks against a vase causing it to splitter in a thousand of pieces. The sky is painted in the colors of the devil's heart in an instant, clouds writhing with pain when they overshadow the bright light of the moon. Crooked lightning, large and fearsome, streaks across the roiling sky. The yowling thunder has Baekhyun take a few steps backwards just when Jongdae steps on his cigarette to extinguish its flame.
"You silly, naive human," he roars, resembling the thunder booming and blasting outside. Jongdae's green eyes have darkened, glowing dangerously in the spare light of the room.
Baekhyun's gaze flies up, irritation written all over his usually so soft facial features.
"Don't," he hisses, brows furrowed and his small frame quivering. “Insult me, you have no right."
Jongdae snarls, resembling an angry wolf rather than a royal elf when he closes the space between them to corner Baekhyun against the plain white wall.
"No right?" one of Jongdae's fists collides with the strong concrete next to Baekhyun's face who flinches at the coldness of the elf's voice. "You openly walked into your own death, pretending to be a hero but let me break it to you, dead heroes don't simply write history." His voice drops even lower, fierce eyes piercing through Baekhyun like daggers. "They get buried and forgotten not remembered."
A tremor shakes Baekhyun's body when lightening lights up the room, Jongdae leans in closer but the human only looks up, fearlessly meeting his gaze. "My death has not to concern you, your highness." His words are dripping with sarcasm, mocking Jongdae who feels his blood boiling under the surface.
"Hypocrite. Early did you lecture me about saving lives only for you to walk out and throw yours out like trash." Jongdae can feel his shoulders tensing, chest heaving and fist pounding against the wall with every word he spats at Baekhyun.
If he were to think about the whole situation calmly he'd probably notice that he is only lashing out on Baekhyun to mask his own fear and insecurities.
Unfortunately all he sees in front of him is a shaken up human boy with a heart so much bigger than his will ever be, gifted with such selflessness and blind courage that has jealousy consume him as a whole.
"A Byun trying to save the elves, such irony." Jongdae feels Baekhyun's punch before he sees it, hitting him square in the face. His jaw cracks, a unpleasant sound but Jongdae just trails his thumb over his busted lip, recognizing the warm wetness and iron taste. One eyebrow raised, he smirks at Baekhyun whose eyes glimmer with indignation.
"I'm not like them I never was and I never will be, who do you think you are to put a label on me without knowing anything about me? A prince who can't even save his own perishing kin shouldn't-"
Jongdae doesn't allow Baekhyun to finish, his other fist rams into the empty spot to Baekhyun's left, trapping the equally agitated human between his arms. The veins in his forearms are showing, pulsing when he shortens the distance between them even more, short breaths mixing together. Jongdae spots the tiny lip mole, Baekhyun's pink lips are quivering and Jongdae wants to curse out loud because the boy is beautiful, soft and perfect but he can't stop his own mouth from insulting him.
"And whose sick family is to blame for that?" he upholds their eye contact, tension prickling almost ready to erupt like an active Vulcan.
He hit a nerve, Baekhyun's hazel eyes become watery, tears glistening at the corners but Baekhyun quickly averts his gaze, knocking over the lamp - the only source of light - in his frustration. Pain, regret, guilt, despair, confusion are filling Jongdae all at once, wrapping around his neck like a rope. Slowly but steadily cutting off the air.
"Then kill me, you obviously have all reasons to do so." The statement is so rare, so honest and vulnerable that Jongdae finds himself breathless looking at the sincerity that is written all over Baekhyun's face.
There are glistening silent teardrops running down his rosy cheeks. Jongdae finds himself wondering if the salt stings in his open wounds. Even when crying does Baekhyun remain youthful and breathtaking beautiful. Jongdae shakes his head, trying to rid himself of these thoughts, the sudden desire to brush his thumb over Baekhyun's cheeks to ease the pain arises. He doesn't manage to dwell too long on his thoughts when Baekhyun suddenly emerges forwards, fisting into Jongdae's black shirt and roughly slamming him against the wall reverting their positions,
"Just do something- don't make me appear more worthless than I already feel, don't talk big when all you do is bathe in self-pity. You are strong enough to fight, there are people who belief in you so why are you hesitating? Why did you even come and save me," he whispers the last sentence, voice cracking and shoulders shaking with angry sobs.
Jongdae is lost in time, heart clenching painfully inside his chest, Baekhyun's words stabbing him merciless. The boy is right, all Jongdae has been doing is fret and watch his people dying. Yet, he took of in the pouring rain to save the life of a boy who was supposed to be nothing more than a mere prey. One out of many.
"Shut up.” It's weak and only results in an unimpressed huff from Baekhyun,
"Is that all you've got?"
Stop talking, stop provoking me, stop being so brave, righteous and beautiful. Jongdae’s mind firmly screams at him.
It happens in seconds, Jongdae's self-control snaps and he switches their position, hikes Baekhyun up against the wall and slams their mouths together.
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Desire.
Before Baekhyun knows what is happening he feels moist lips claiming his own, a tongue darting out licking over his bottom lip, asking for a fight. Baekhyun’s head is spinning, thoughts running wild. His legs wrap around Jongdae’s middle, his hands tangle in Jongdae’s black hair, tugging him closer, chasing the distinct taste of despair on the other’s lips.
Their teeth clash together, noses bumping as they try to find the right angle. Jongdae’s taste fills him up like poison spreading through his veins, getting him addicted and erasing everything else. Rationally is thrown out of the windows the moment Jongdae’s hands land on his ass, grinding against him with such animalistic hunger, Baekhyun almost forgets to breathe.
Heat.
It’s hot; Baekhyun feels uncomfortable in his clothes. Jongdae’s lips are on his neck, leaving angry red marks drawing out low moans from him. He can hear Jongdae hiss at the sudden pain, grip around Baekhyun’s legs tightening. Jongdae is walking them backwards, crashing against chairs, doorframes and other objects that block the way to the bedroom. Baekhyun can hear him whisper into his ear, tongue licking over his shell, having him shiver, keen for more, more, more.
His teeth burry in Jongdae’s bottom lip, pulling on it before licking inside Jongdae’s hot, wet mouth. The addictive taste has his toes curl, hips grinding against Jongdae’s greedily. It’s not gentle nor slow, both of them fighting for the upper hand, for dominance - striving for an all kill.
Baekhyun hears the loud chatter of pencils, books and the porcelain lamp hitting the wooden floor, then he is pushed on top of Jongdae’s marble desk, hot mouth attached to his neck, wolfish teeth scratching over his neck, sucking on the spot behind his ear. He doesn’t get to complain about the rough treatment, when Jongdae’s lips latch on his earlobe and pull on it. Baekhyun’s trembling hands brush Jongdae’s jacket off his broad shoulders, fingertips digging into the bare skin of Jongdae’s biceps, keeping him close as their erections rub against each other through their pants.
Baekhyun’s trashes his head, mouth falling open in a submissive mewl when Jongdae’s teeth sink into his shoulder, leaving a deep imprint - a mark of sorts. He roughly tugs on Jongdae’s hair, pulling him up to guide their mouths together, licking inside the hot cave, biting and sucking on Jongdae’s tongue whose hard cock presses against his clothed thigh.
Lust.
Baekhyun is blinded, an animalistic instinct urges him to meet Jongdae’s lips with equal force, their bodies are rubbing together, breaths mixing and low moans escaping between languid kisses. His skin is lit on fire but Jongdae finally, gets rid of their shirts, bare chests pressed together. They don’t linger or allow their gazes to wander, appreciate each other bodies, too driven by rare want and need to find release. Take the edge of and shed the sizzling tension.
Jongdae’s mouth is merciless latching on Baekhyun’s sensitive nipple, tonguing on it, taking it between his teeth until it’s hard only to apply the same treatment to the other. Baekhyun’s hips buck up, his throbbing dick is asking for attention trapped inside his tight pants. His nail scratch over Jongdae’s muscular back, painting lines of red all over the pale surface. He inhales and exhales Jongdae’s musky scent, a thin layer of sweat is covering their upper bodies, glistening in the faint moonlight that falls through the curtains.
Jongdae’s tongue is wandering south, dipping into Baekhyun’s belly button and nibbling on the sensitive skin right above the rim of his pants. Baekhyun’s head tips back, lips split when Jongdae’s teeth scratch over his clothed erection, making him twitch with anticipation. His hands have returned to Jongdae’s hair, fisting into it which results in a deep, warning growl from Jongdae who looks up at him through hooded, lust filled eyes. Pupils blown dark and lips glimmering with spit. Baekhyun sits up the moment Jongdae hauls his pants off, clinging onto the edge of the desk for support.
A scream rips from his throat when Jongdae swallows him down without warning, sucking on his tip while his rough hands play with his balls. Baekhyun whimpers, legs winding around Jongdae’s neck, keeping him in place while he rocks his hips forwards, yearning for more friction, more of Jongdae.
Desire.
The room lies in silent except Baekhyun’s moans and slurping noises from Jongdae’s tongue swirling around his dick. Baekhyun winces when a cold finger circles his entrance and wills himself to relax. For a split second he wonders when Jongdae got lube but he is too far gone to waste energy on thinking for now. Jongdae pushes his finger inside, his tongue licking a hot strip up Baekhyun's pulsing erection and the rooms starts spinning. A second finger is added, crooking inside of him and brushing against the bundle of nerves inside Baekhyun that has his breath hitch, eyes fluttering shut.
He can feel Jongdae’s hungry gaze burning on him, small sweat pearls are forming on his forehead and Baekhyun feels so turned out he can’t help but push against Jongdae’s fingers that eagerly work him open. It’s not enough, he wants to be filled up to the rim, wants to be ruined by the man who is kneeling in between his legs.
Jongdae’s mouth is ghosting over the inside of his quivering thighs, teeth scraping over his sensitive skin and sucking a bruise to it, Baekhyun’s back arches forward and then he is suddenly lifted thrown onto Jongdae’s large bed. He bounces on the mattress, hands and legs spreading over the silky sheets, pulling Jongdae on top of him for a passionate kiss. Jongdae’s erection is poking against his pink, puckered entrance causing them both to moan.
“Want you,” Jongdae rasps out against Baekhyun’s lips who raises his hips, heels digging into the satin sheets, urging Jongdae to get on with it. Their bodies are illuminated by the crystal light of the moon, skin glittering like stardust and hearts threatening to burst out of their chests. Jongdae is pushing inside, Baekhyun grits his teeth together, fingers digging into Jongdae’s shoulder. The pain isn’t long lived, not with Jongdae’s hot mouth distracting Baekhyun with sloppy, wet kisses.
Jongdae fucks like he talks, with confidence, force and passion. Baekhyun claws at his skin, searching for support when the bed frame smashes against the wall. The sound of wet skin slapping together has Baekhyun blush, he doesn’t get to dwell on it when Jongdae hits his prostate on spot and an indescribable amount of pleasure has him arch of the bed. His mouth falls slack with a silent scream, Jongdae is driving into him faster, one hand fisted in Baekhyun’s hair while the other digs into Baekhyun’s hip, probably leaving another dark bruise for Baekhyun to remember this night.
He is panting, chest heaving and his bangs covered with sweat. Jongdae’s fingers are suddenly on his dick, stroking it in the same pace to his thrusts and Baekhyun feels himself approaching the end of the cliff. Pride doesn’t matter that very moment, only Jongdae moving inside of him relentlessly. Baekhyun chants the elf’s name like a mantra, spreading his legs wider for Jongdae to go even deeper, mewling and licking his bruised, kiss-swollen lips.
“Come for me sugar,” Jongdae’s voice has dropped several octaves running hot and cold shiver over Baekhyun’s body and sending him crashing over the edge. They fall apart, any rational thought abandoned by animalistic need. Ropes of white are painting his chest when he comes with Jongdae’s name on his lips.
His mind is hazy, sensing Jongdae speeding up, hips stuttering until he releases hot inside of him with a shuddering breath before collapsing on top of him. It’s too hot, their sweaty bodies mixing together but Baekhyun feels too exhausted and warm to complain.
Despair.
The room lies in complete darkness, moon hidden behind the navy-blue curtains when they lie next to each other. Breathless but sated. The wind outside is whistling an unknown melody and Baekhyun feels his eyelids grow heavy. Jongdae’s scent is all around him, embracing him and has him sleepily nuzzle his nose against the crook of Jongdae’s neck. Now that the adrenaline rush has left him he feels vulnerable and exposed, grateful to the darkness of the room to hide the storm that’s raging inside his heart.
“Tomorrow,” he hears Jongdae mutter from where he is lying pressed up against his side and nods his head in silent agreement hoping Jongdae caught the gesture. Baekhyun is too tired to think about what just happened. Too wound up to admit that the elf next to him was able to tear down a wall he’d fiercely build over the last century.
“I still hate you,” he can hear himself exhale, hears the sound of a tissue being pulled out of a box and accepts one for himself. He underlines his statement by rolling onto his side, turning his back on Jongdae who simply sighs in return.
They don’t speak afterwards, instead they individually listen to the song of the wind outside, allowing it to lull them into a restless sleep.
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Jongdae is leaning against the doorframe that leads inside his bedroom, only dressed in a pair of loose, grey jogging pants that hang dangerously low. He silently gazes at Baekhyun’s sleeping frame. The room resembles a battlefield, chairs tipped over on the floor, porcelain pieces from his lamp spread out between books and pencils. The curtains are slightly opened, warm sunlight streaming through the crack and bathing the boy’s bare body in a pretty white light as if he is glowing.
Baekhyun’s bare body is only covered by a thin white blanket, revealing his shoulder and part of his milky thighs. Jongdae finds his bottom lip trapped between his teeth, gaze wandering over the pretty purple marks that stand out on Baekhyun’s marble skin like paint dots.
Fingers brush through his dark hair, mind wandering and stumbling over questions that seem like stones on his long way to find the right answer to all of them. Something feels different. Jongdae has brought home countless boys before and had his way with them but not once had he allowed them to spend the night, to linger around for the morning.
Baekhyun, however, with his sharp tongue, sincere eyes and his puffy, petal-soft lips standing tall and fearless in front of him the other night had changed something inside of him.
He wants to laugh at his own thoughts, because rationally it is not possible to simply change overnight but here he is, standing in his bedroom watching a beautiful boy sleep in his bed and feeling invincible. At least one thing is clear, after the event of the previous day life won’t ever be the same again. Change will be inevitable after the Byun’s will find out about Baekhyun’s connection to the elves.
Guarded, soft footsteps pull him out his thoughts and have him turn around to come face to face with his concerned - looking cousin. “Is the boy alright?”
“Didn’t you hear him last night?” That is obviously the wrong answer and Minseok smacks him behind the head giving him a sternful look. “Clearly, but what about his injuries?!”
Jongdae rubs the throbbing spot, groaning at the pain - how come that after all this years his cousin doesn’t seem to know his own strength yet?
“I’ll check on him once he wakes up, let him rest for now,” he finds himself saying surprising not only himself but also Minseok’s whose eyebrows shoot up suspiciously.
The smell of freshly brewed coffee fills the apartment and Jongdae steals another glimpse at the peacefully sleeping human before he follows Minseok inside their kitchen.
They drink their coffee in silence, tension present but Minseok remains patient, waits for Jongdae to talk first.
“Call Junmyeon, we’ll have to start planning if we want this whole revolution thing to work out.” Jongdae tries to keep his tone casual, mindlessly flipping through the newspaper but he doesn’t miss the cheer amount of euphoria that lights up Minseok’s face like a christmas tree.
If Baekhyun made him realize one thing than that one cannot undo the past but strive for a better future. He might not be a perfect leader, he might lack and be forced to rely on others but he is tired of drowning in his own doubt. Jongdae smiles around the rim of his coffee mug, listening to Minseok’s excited chatter on the phone with Junmyeon. The little blue clipper or Luhan to be more specific, is nestled up in Minseok’s hair, wings fluttering occasionally which sprinkles a small amount of fairydust over his cousin’s brown locks.
“Tell Junmyeon to bring some hot chocolate,” Jongdae pipes up and at Minseok’s confused expression he ads in a fake-grumpy tone. “My- the human doesn’t like coffee.”
He tries to ignore the lopsided grin Minseok sends them or the fond eye roll in order to pull up his laptop to do some research. Time is limited but they are finally moving.
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There is a slight breeze gently whisking over his hair, Baekhyun slowly stirs awake, blinking at the unknown surrounding. He straightens up, thin blanket sliding down his body revealing nothing except his bare skin. Vivid images from last night return to his memory when his gaze roams over the broken objects and tiny shards that mirror Baekhyun’s inner psyche. His hand searches for his clothes but he cannot spot them anywhere faintly remembering that Jongdae had torn his shirt into shreds and admitting defeat.
The white cover will have to do for now, he decides, when draping the thin material around his shoulders, wrapping it tightly around himself before he slides his barefeet onto the cool wooden floor. In the distance he can hear hushed voices conversing from another room but Baekhyun isn’t awake enough to face anyone yet. Instead he finds himself in front of the window, sweeping the curtains away to be greeted by a warm rays of sunlight caressing over his rosy cheeks as if he where the sun’s long lost child. The old trees outside are a-blaze in a patchwork of colors.
Nature’s beauty during this late autumn morning leaves him momentarily breathless. The weight on his shoulders is still present, weighting him down in the back of his mind but the sun hasn’t been visiting in a while so Baekhyun finds himself swallowing his sorrow to replace it with a soft smile.
“You are awake.” the velvet sound curls around Baekhyun, his hand slide away from the curtain and he silently locks eyes with Jongdae over his shoulder. The elf appears calm almost peaceful in casual attire and hair damp from the shower he must have just taken.
“Yea, I just woke up, what time is it?” Baekhyun tries to keep his voice from trembling, he can still taste Jongdae on his lips, his body painted by red and purple like a painting. The events of yesterday hang heavy in between them but Baekhyun can’t muster up the courage to address the topic. Jongdae hesitates, then he elegantly strides across the room until he is standing right in front of Baekhyun. His left hand comes up, thumb trailing over Baekhyun’s bottom lip before carefully running over the cut on his cheek. Baekhyun remains motionless, allowing Jongdae to examine his face in such gentle manner that has his heart flutter for a mere second.
“It’s almost noon.” Soft fingers card through Baekhyun’s hair, it’s a gentle gesture and the complete opposite from last night which has Baekhyun’s eyebrow rise with suspicion to Jongdae’s visible amusement. “Relax, I won’t do anything. The other’s are here, let’s sit down and talk.” His tone is melodical soothing as if something has awaken inside the elf, a small flame that lights him up from the inside.
Baekhyun’s body aches, a hot bath and more sleep is all he would like to ask for right now but what are the chances? Jongdae, however seems to be able to read his expression like an open book, “You can shower or bath before, I can lend you something to wear, I don’t particularly enjoy sharing what only is for my eyes to see.”and then he smirks that dirty kind of smirk that has Baekhyun’s ears burn in a pretty red and heat rushing to his cheeks.
He elbows Jongdae’s side, sputtering something along the line of, Have you lost your damn mind and Crazy bastard before he stomps into the direction of where he assumes the bathroom might be. Jongdae is lazily following after him, a stack of fresh clothes in his hands on top of a fresh white towel. At least he has enough decency to leave everything neatly folded on a chair inside the bathroom before he leaves Baekhyun alone to bask in his embarrassment.
“I can’t believe we slept together,” he sternly confronts his reflection, clicking his tongue in frustration and blaming it on the heat of the moment. Exactly, they were both too caught up in their mess of emotions, wounded and desperate for any form of release and comfort. Baekhyun splashes his face with cold water, sighing at the cooling sensation that prickles on his skin like small icicles. A warm shower will probably help. Some people plan their life under the luke warm gush of water.
Baekhyun does indeed feel a lot better after his shower, toweling at his hair and body cleansed from dirt and other things. His body still resembles a scratch pole and aches when he moves too much but he is lucky to find nothing broken. Only a twisted ankle and some cuts, nothing medicine and a few days rest can’t fix.
Jongdae’s grey sweatpants fit snuggly around his hips, the white, wool sweater is a little bit too big on him but Baekhyun doesn’t mind, it carries Jongdae’s scent - which is oddly comforting and annoying at the same time.
It isn’t difficult to find the kitchen even if the apartment is quite spacious and filled with luxurious furniture, he wouldn’t even be surprised if the two elfs owned a secret library behind one of their large paintings on the wall. He only has to follow the loud voices and soon enough he steps into a bright room and is met by five pairs of guilt-filled eyes.
Kyungsoo is the one who approaches him first, handing him a steaming mug which what smells like hot chocolate and small marshmallow pieces bathing on the surface. A involuntary smile spreads over his lips as he nudges his friend’s side playfully. He hasn’t completely forgiving him for keeping his other life secret from him all this time but it was equally selfish and childish to not at least let Kyungsoo explain himself.
“Thank you,” he adds earnestly, and Kyungsoo’s face softens, mirroring Baekhyun’s small smile.
Jongdae is leaning against the kitchen counter across of him, his gaze resting on Baekhyun who shudders under the attention.
“We owe you an apology,” Minseok addresses him, fingers wrapped around his own coffee mug but gentle eyes draping over him like a safety blanket. Behind him Chanyeol nods in silent agreement and the quirky Junmyeon even bows his head in a wordless apology.
“The situation got out of hand and we didn’t expect you to show up at the cafe that day, still, I hope you will hear us out.” The coffee cup is reluctantly lowered on top of the oak table as Minseok finishes his sentence.
Baekhyun chews on his bottom lip, shifting his weight from one leg onto the other.
“I have to apologies as well for not trying to see the whole picture and hearing your part of the story.” When he looks up he is met by relieved, warm gazes and Minseok is gesturing over to a vacant seat next to where Kyungsoo is currently sitting. Baekhyun takes the invitation and slides into the seat, trying not to wince when he sits down but it’s too late, Junmyeon has already spotted his painful expression.
“Are you hurt somewhere, do you need to see a doctor?” the head of the council starts fussing, roaming through the cabinet for a first aid kit while Jongdae masks his laughter by coughing into his fist.
Baekhyun’s fingers absentmindedly brush over the hickey he spotted in the mirror earlier and tries to hide it by sinking further into his oversized sweater. Chanyeol rises a knowing eyebrow at his old friend, mind quickly catching up and Baekhyun wants to be swallowed by a dark hole when he sees the wolfish grin spread all over the elf’s face.
“Guess some fights are fought by using body language instead of words,” Chanyeol barks out which, to Baekhyun’s surprise earns him a slap against the head by a glaring Jongdae.
“Know your place,” he grits out, but Chanyeol only drops a curtsey before flipping him off to Junmyeon’s visible dismay,
“Park Chanyeol, men usually let their first speak instead of words so will you sit down and keep your trap shut.” He plants both of his tiny hands on his hips and that’s the final straw, the redhead topples over for laughter and even Kyungsoo can’t hide a laughter behind his hand. Minseok slams his fist down on the table, causing the whole room to fall silent. “I appreciate the reconciliation and all but we have more urgent matters to discuss.” his voice is firm, leaving no room for further discussions. Baekhyun straightens up his shoulders observing Jongdae rising to the center of attention.
“Due to yesterday’s incident at the Byun’s residence.” Baekhyun finds himself avoiding Jongdae’s eyes, gaze focused on his hands instead. “We’ll have no other choice but to start moving. Minseok and I made some phone calls this morning, a bunch of henchmen of the Byun household are turning the city upside down in search for their son.”
The mere image of the brutal men and the two doberman of last night has Baekhyun shiver in fear, flinching when he feels Kyungsoo’s soft palm rubbing over his arm in sympathy. There are days where Baekhyun would prefer staying in bed, caught up in one if his carefree dreams that serve as his secure haven since the moment when broad daylight started to resemble a never ending nightmare.
“They have no shame, no conscious,” he hears himself rant, but to his surprise it’s Jongdae’s hand that ruffles his hair this time. “That’s why Minseok and I decided that it’d be better for you and Kyungsoo to stay here for the time being.”
“To keep an eye on me?” Baekhyun can’t help but huff at Jongdae who against expectations only sighs and shakes his head. “To assure your safety.” just when Baekhyun thought that the person is front of him has been brainwashed does a mocking grin curl over Jongdae’s face as he adds, “Especially since you almost got us killed last night. The world would have mourned the passing of a face like mine”
Arrogance and narcissism apparently don’t die as easy as Baekhyun had hoped overnight.
“Anyway,” Minseok decides to take matters back into his own hands as he shoves Jongdae away from the table and into another vacant seat. “We will answer all of your questions, Baekhyun, but first things first, the government who supposedly guards over us has been poisoned and twisted over the past ten years. The kind man of the cabinet who fought for equality between humans and elves have vanished like mist in the rain.”
“We tried to search for them,” Junmyeon’s tone is stained with bitter sadness and pain when he shakes his head at a hopeful perking up Baekhyun. “But they seemed to have left this earth before we could reach out to them.”
The meaning behind that statement weighs heavy on Baekhyun’s shoulders. Not only had his family discriminated by race but also by beliefs that differ from their own sick ideology. So many innocent lives were lost under the influence of his bloodline, too many to count and too many who no one would ever care asking about. Nameless souls drowning in the deep seas like grey-pebbles.
Someone reheats his cup, offering it to him and Baekhyun accepts it gratefully, taking small sips and trying to calm the rising anxiety attack. “What can we do to stop them?”
Chanyeol is exchanging glances with Jongdae who thoughtfully taps his index finger against his temple.
“We’ll attempt a formal hearing in front of the current leaders of the government,” Minseok cuts him off, terror written all over the tense lines around his eyes. “That’s insane, you might as well walk into the lion’s den in foolish hope to make it out alive.”
Baekhyun is about to verbalize his own pessimism, but Jongdae beats him to it. “Exactly, we have to face them head on, reciting our claims and asking for a peaceful settlement first. We can’t just walk into a war without trying to solve it on a diplomatic way,” he argues arms locked in front of his chest and Baekhyun finds himself slightly awestruck. Not attracted. Definitely not.
“My prince, these people have been going around killing not only our kind but also innocent people, how can you expect them to listen to our demands?” Junmyeon is fiddling with the hem of his grey, wool sweater, worrying his bottom lip.
“I don’t,” Jongdae admits earnestly. “But we shall respect the law and file a proper hearing that will also give us an extra two to three weeks to gather as many elves and supporters we can detect to prepare for a physical dispute. A revolution that will return justice to this land.”
Sighing, Baekhyun nibs on his hot chocolate in the hope of its warmth calming his racing heart. He is agreeing with Jongdae, if there is even a one percentage chance of a peaceful settlement then he’d proceed that same way. Lost in his own thoughts he hears Kyungsoo talking about arranging their belongings to be transferred from their dorm to the apartment. He feels uneasy, as if he is being dropped into a deep, dark well but he doesn’t hit the rock bottom instead he keeps falling and falling through raven-like darkness.
He’s hands must have been shaking, a brown dot has stained Jongdae’s white sweater and Baekhyun immediately sets the mug down, slightly panicking as he tries to remove the stain by rubbing a wet napkin over it.
“Don’t worry about that,” he hears Jongdae close to him and he looks up to find familiar green eyes pensively peering down on him, having Baekhyun shift uncomfortably in his seat.
“Kyungsoo after you arranged the transfer, I want you to see to Baekhyun’s injuries,” Jongdae instructs a obedient nodding Kyungsoo and even when Baekhyun tries to object, pointing out that he is capable of taking care of himself is he only met by a cold stare and Kyungsoo’s hand resting on his knee.
Jongdae doesn’t spare him another glance, he sets his shoulders and straightens his back, removing a few kinks in his neck by weighing it from side to side, “Prepare my royal robes, we are going to pay one of my favorite ministers a visit later.” Junmyeon immediately claps his hands joyfully and runs off to follow his prince’s order.
“Send Yixing my greetings, he has been in our service for all these years, waiting no hoping for you to follow into your father’s footsteps, be sure to act respectful.”
Minseok’s chin is resting on his hands, gaze fixed on something outside of the window instead of his cousin who is standing in the doorway, back turned to them. “I’ll make sure to convey your greetings as well as our strategy. He is our only hope to receive the opportunity of a formal hearing.” Jongdae’s voice doesn’t waver and yet Baekhyun can see that the is vary from the tension in his shoulders.
“Is that Yixing a friend or a foe?” the words stumble out of his mouth before he can stop himself and Baekhyun slaps his own lips in frustration of his lack of control over it. The room falls silent for a moment and it’s Chanyeol who clears his voice first to answer him, “An old friend who dedicated his life to serve the last prince of Tonitrum by becoming a part of the human government and keeping us updated about their schemes and plans.”
“So he is a spy?” Baekhyun concludes, wiping his mouth with the napkin from early, feet dangling over the edge of the chair. A hesitant nod from Minseok has Baekhyun title his head aside in an open question. “But?” he pushes and again it’s Chanyeol who comes to his aid.
“But Yixing has lost a lot of power over the last five years for obvious reasons. His influence within the government is fading so we can’t be sure if he’ll be of any help or not.”
Jongdae leaves the room, his footsteps become distance when he walks through the corridor that leads to his bedroom and Baekhyun is left alone with Kyungsoo, Minseok and Chanyeol. Contemplatively, he reaches over the table to tap Minseok’s arm who immediately locks their eyes.
“I’d like to hear about your story, how and when you came to Seoul and what you’ve seen back in Tonitrum, please tell me.” Minseok sharply inhales at Baekhyun’s question, his olive-green eyes overshadowed with agony and Baekhyun almost feels guilty for bringing it up. Granted it might not be the time nor the place for questions right now but if Baekhyun is going to fight side by side with the elves then he’ll need to be on one level with them. Study their past, their abilities and fears to assure their safety and success of their plan.
“I can’t tell you,” Minseok starts, exchanging thoughtful glances with Chanyeol who nods in encouragement. “However, I can allow you to read about it. Junmyeon and I documented everything in a journal, I shall bring it to you later.”
The sun is shining brightly outside, Baekhyun can hear the sound of leaves rustling in the gentle autumn breeze. He thanks Minseok, bowing his head politely suddenly intimidated by the reality that he is currently breathing the same air as the royal elf family he has been reading about since he can remember. Even if the mighty, brave prince is a lot different from his childish fantasies.
He is curious to see Jongdae in his formal robes but he misses him because Kyungsoo insists to shove him onto the couch, a white first aid kit in his hand, to treat his cuts with balm and bandages. The door falls shut in distance, then Junmyeon calls out to Minseok informing them about their leave and Baekhyun only manages to steal a glimpse at blue robes through the living room window before Jongdae disappears inside a black car, Junmyeon getting into the driver seat.
“I never thought the prince would return,” he is startled by Kyungsoo’s presence right behind him but even more by the many emotions that play over his usual blank face. Baekhyun hesitantly pats his friend’s shoulder, their peaceful moment is ruined by Baekhyun’s rumoring stomach demanding food and Kyungsoo breaks into a fit of giggle. “I’ll cook you something and then I’ll own you an apology and an explanation.” he disappears in the kitchen and Baekhyun slumps onto the couch face first, agonizing about the next step and a yet unknown future.
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( part 5 )
Jongdae doesn't slow down but he does support Baekhyun by wrapping one arm around his waist and Baekhyun's arm around his neck when he notices the slight limp.
The dead-silence between them is new, it runs icy chills down Jongdae's spine mixing with rage over the boy's reckless behavior.
They take a taxi for the rest of the way, drive as defeating quite as their walk earlier; both of them caught up in their own little world. Jongdae keeps stealing glances in between, checking on Baekhyun’s condition.
Only when they both step into the security of Jongdae's apartment and the door falls shut behind them does the growing tension between them threaten to snap like a thin thread. Jongdae wordlessly grabs his pack of cigarette, sticks one between his lips, lightens it up and inhales deeply.
Baekhyun remains motionless in the middle of the room, eyes empty and fixed onto the wooden floor. Only now due to the warm light of the lamp does Jongdae receive a clear look at the extent of the Baekhyun's injuries. The view is pitiful, his jeans are ripped and stained mercury-red, his bottom lip is busted open and trembling, Baekhyun keeps his hands hidden behind his back but Jongdae predicts that they are covered in cuts as well.
Anger rises inside of him like bail, in his rage he kicks against a vase causing it to splitter in a thousand of pieces. The sky is painted in the colors of the devil's heart in an instant, clouds writhing with pain when they overshadow the bright light of the moon. Crooked lightning, large and fearsome, streaks across the roiling sky. The yowling thunder has Baekhyun take a few steps backwards just when Jongdae steps on his cigarette to extinguish its flame.
"You silly, naive human," he roars, resembling the thunder booming and blasting outside. Jongdae's green eyes have darkened, glowing dangerously in the spare light of the room.
Baekhyun's gaze flies up, irritation written all over his usually so soft facial features.
"Don't," he hisses, brows furrowed and his small frame quivering. “Insult me, you have no right."
Jongdae snarls, resembling an angry wolf rather than a royal elf when he closes the space between them to corner Baekhyun against the plain white wall.
"No right?" one of Jongdae's fists collides with the strong concrete next to Baekhyun's face who flinches at the coldness of the elf's voice. "You openly walked into your own death, pretending to be a hero but let me break it to you, dead heroes don't simply write history." His voice drops even lower, fierce eyes piercing through Baekhyun like daggers. "They get buried and forgotten not remembered."
A tremor shakes Baekhyun's body when lightening lights up the room, Jongdae leans in closer but the human only looks up, fearlessly meeting his gaze. "My death has not to concern you, your highness." His words are dripping with sarcasm, mocking Jongdae who feels his blood boiling under the surface.
"Hypocrite. Early did you lecture me about saving lives only for you to walk out and throw yours out like trash." Jongdae can feel his shoulders tensing, chest heaving and fist pounding against the wall with every word he spats at Baekhyun.
If he were to think about the whole situation calmly he'd probably notice that he is only lashing out on Baekhyun to mask his own fear and insecurities.
Unfortunately all he sees in front of him is a shaken up human boy with a heart so much bigger than his will ever be, gifted with such selflessness and blind courage that has jealousy consume him as a whole.
"A Byun trying to save the elves, such irony." Jongdae feels Baekhyun's punch before he sees it, hitting him square in the face. His jaw cracks, a unpleasant sound but Jongdae just trails his thumb over his busted lip, recognizing the warm wetness and iron taste. One eyebrow raised, he smirks at Baekhyun whose eyes glimmer with indignation.
"I'm not like them I never was and I never will be, who do you think you are to put a label on me without knowing anything about me? A prince who can't even save his own perishing kin shouldn't-"
Jongdae doesn't allow Baekhyun to finish, his other fist rams into the empty spot to Baekhyun's left, trapping the equally agitated human between his arms. The veins in his forearms are showing, pulsing when he shortens the distance between them even more, short breaths mixing together. Jongdae spots the tiny lip mole, Baekhyun's pink lips are quivering and Jongdae wants to curse out loud because the boy is beautiful, soft and perfect but he can't stop his own mouth from insulting him.
"And whose sick family is to blame for that?" he upholds their eye contact, tension prickling almost ready to erupt like an active Vulcan.
He hit a nerve, Baekhyun's hazel eyes become watery, tears glistening at the corners but Baekhyun quickly averts his gaze, knocking over the lamp - the only source of light - in his frustration. Pain, regret, guilt, despair, confusion are filling Jongdae all at once, wrapping around his neck like a rope. Slowly but steadily cutting off the air.
"Then kill me, you obviously have all reasons to do so." The statement is so rare, so honest and vulnerable that Jongdae finds himself breathless looking at the sincerity that is written all over Baekhyun's face.
There are glistening silent teardrops running down his rosy cheeks. Jongdae finds himself wondering if the salt stings in his open wounds. Even when crying does Baekhyun remain youthful and breathtaking beautiful. Jongdae shakes his head, trying to rid himself of these thoughts, the sudden desire to brush his thumb over Baekhyun's cheeks to ease the pain arises. He doesn't manage to dwell too long on his thoughts when Baekhyun suddenly emerges forwards, fisting into Jongdae's black shirt and roughly slamming him against the wall reverting their positions,
"Just do something- don't make me appear more worthless than I already feel, don't talk big when all you do is bathe in self-pity. You are strong enough to fight, there are people who belief in you so why are you hesitating? Why did you even come and save me," he whispers the last sentence, voice cracking and shoulders shaking with angry sobs.
Jongdae is lost in time, heart clenching painfully inside his chest, Baekhyun's words stabbing him merciless. The boy is right, all Jongdae has been doing is fret and watch his people dying. Yet, he took of in the pouring rain to save the life of a boy who was supposed to be nothing more than a mere prey. One out of many.
"Shut up.” It's weak and only results in an unimpressed huff from Baekhyun,
"Is that all you've got?"
Stop talking, stop provoking me, stop being so brave, righteous and beautiful. Jongdae’s mind firmly screams at him.
It happens in seconds, Jongdae's self-control snaps and he switches their position, hikes Baekhyun up against the wall and slams their mouths together.
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Desire.
Before Baekhyun knows what is happening he feels moist lips claiming his own, a tongue darting out licking over his bottom lip, asking for a fight. Baekhyun’s head is spinning, thoughts running wild. His legs wrap around Jongdae’s middle, his hands tangle in Jongdae’s black hair, tugging him closer, chasing the distinct taste of despair on the other’s lips.
Their teeth clash together, noses bumping as they try to find the right angle. Jongdae’s taste fills him up like poison spreading through his veins, getting him addicted and erasing everything else. Rationally is thrown out of the windows the moment Jongdae’s hands land on his ass, grinding against him with such animalistic hunger, Baekhyun almost forgets to breathe.
Heat.
It’s hot; Baekhyun feels uncomfortable in his clothes. Jongdae’s lips are on his neck, leaving angry red marks drawing out low moans from him. He can hear Jongdae hiss at the sudden pain, grip around Baekhyun’s legs tightening. Jongdae is walking them backwards, crashing against chairs, doorframes and other objects that block the way to the bedroom. Baekhyun can hear him whisper into his ear, tongue licking over his shell, having him shiver, keen for more, more, more.
His teeth burry in Jongdae’s bottom lip, pulling on it before licking inside Jongdae’s hot, wet mouth. The addictive taste has his toes curl, hips grinding against Jongdae’s greedily. It’s not gentle nor slow, both of them fighting for the upper hand, for dominance - striving for an all kill.
Baekhyun hears the loud chatter of pencils, books and the porcelain lamp hitting the wooden floor, then he is pushed on top of Jongdae’s marble desk, hot mouth attached to his neck, wolfish teeth scratching over his neck, sucking on the spot behind his ear. He doesn’t get to complain about the rough treatment, when Jongdae’s lips latch on his earlobe and pull on it. Baekhyun’s trembling hands brush Jongdae’s jacket off his broad shoulders, fingertips digging into the bare skin of Jongdae’s biceps, keeping him close as their erections rub against each other through their pants.
Baekhyun’s trashes his head, mouth falling open in a submissive mewl when Jongdae’s teeth sink into his shoulder, leaving a deep imprint - a mark of sorts. He roughly tugs on Jongdae’s hair, pulling him up to guide their mouths together, licking inside the hot cave, biting and sucking on Jongdae’s tongue whose hard cock presses against his clothed thigh.
Lust.
Baekhyun is blinded, an animalistic instinct urges him to meet Jongdae’s lips with equal force, their bodies are rubbing together, breaths mixing and low moans escaping between languid kisses. His skin is lit on fire but Jongdae finally, gets rid of their shirts, bare chests pressed together. They don’t linger or allow their gazes to wander, appreciate each other bodies, too driven by rare want and need to find release. Take the edge of and shed the sizzling tension.
Jongdae’s mouth is merciless latching on Baekhyun’s sensitive nipple, tonguing on it, taking it between his teeth until it’s hard only to apply the same treatment to the other. Baekhyun’s hips buck up, his throbbing dick is asking for attention trapped inside his tight pants. His nail scratch over Jongdae’s muscular back, painting lines of red all over the pale surface. He inhales and exhales Jongdae’s musky scent, a thin layer of sweat is covering their upper bodies, glistening in the faint moonlight that falls through the curtains.
Jongdae’s tongue is wandering south, dipping into Baekhyun’s belly button and nibbling on the sensitive skin right above the rim of his pants. Baekhyun’s head tips back, lips split when Jongdae’s teeth scratch over his clothed erection, making him twitch with anticipation. His hands have returned to Jongdae’s hair, fisting into it which results in a deep, warning growl from Jongdae who looks up at him through hooded, lust filled eyes. Pupils blown dark and lips glimmering with spit. Baekhyun sits up the moment Jongdae hauls his pants off, clinging onto the edge of the desk for support.
A scream rips from his throat when Jongdae swallows him down without warning, sucking on his tip while his rough hands play with his balls. Baekhyun whimpers, legs winding around Jongdae’s neck, keeping him in place while he rocks his hips forwards, yearning for more friction, more of Jongdae.
Desire.
The room lies in silent except Baekhyun’s moans and slurping noises from Jongdae’s tongue swirling around his dick. Baekhyun winces when a cold finger circles his entrance and wills himself to relax. For a split second he wonders when Jongdae got lube but he is too far gone to waste energy on thinking for now. Jongdae pushes his finger inside, his tongue licking a hot strip up Baekhyun's pulsing erection and the rooms starts spinning. A second finger is added, crooking inside of him and brushing against the bundle of nerves inside Baekhyun that has his breath hitch, eyes fluttering shut.
He can feel Jongdae’s hungry gaze burning on him, small sweat pearls are forming on his forehead and Baekhyun feels so turned out he can’t help but push against Jongdae’s fingers that eagerly work him open. It’s not enough, he wants to be filled up to the rim, wants to be ruined by the man who is kneeling in between his legs.
Jongdae’s mouth is ghosting over the inside of his quivering thighs, teeth scraping over his sensitive skin and sucking a bruise to it, Baekhyun’s back arches forward and then he is suddenly lifted thrown onto Jongdae’s large bed. He bounces on the mattress, hands and legs spreading over the silky sheets, pulling Jongdae on top of him for a passionate kiss. Jongdae’s erection is poking against his pink, puckered entrance causing them both to moan.
“Want you,” Jongdae rasps out against Baekhyun’s lips who raises his hips, heels digging into the satin sheets, urging Jongdae to get on with it. Their bodies are illuminated by the crystal light of the moon, skin glittering like stardust and hearts threatening to burst out of their chests. Jongdae is pushing inside, Baekhyun grits his teeth together, fingers digging into Jongdae’s shoulder. The pain isn’t long lived, not with Jongdae’s hot mouth distracting Baekhyun with sloppy, wet kisses.
Jongdae fucks like he talks, with confidence, force and passion. Baekhyun claws at his skin, searching for support when the bed frame smashes against the wall. The sound of wet skin slapping together has Baekhyun blush, he doesn’t get to dwell on it when Jongdae hits his prostate on spot and an indescribable amount of pleasure has him arch of the bed. His mouth falls slack with a silent scream, Jongdae is driving into him faster, one hand fisted in Baekhyun’s hair while the other digs into Baekhyun’s hip, probably leaving another dark bruise for Baekhyun to remember this night.
He is panting, chest heaving and his bangs covered with sweat. Jongdae’s fingers are suddenly on his dick, stroking it in the same pace to his thrusts and Baekhyun feels himself approaching the end of the cliff. Pride doesn’t matter that very moment, only Jongdae moving inside of him relentlessly. Baekhyun chants the elf’s name like a mantra, spreading his legs wider for Jongdae to go even deeper, mewling and licking his bruised, kiss-swollen lips.
“Come for me sugar,” Jongdae’s voice has dropped several octaves running hot and cold shiver over Baekhyun’s body and sending him crashing over the edge. They fall apart, any rational thought abandoned by animalistic need. Ropes of white are painting his chest when he comes with Jongdae’s name on his lips.
His mind is hazy, sensing Jongdae speeding up, hips stuttering until he releases hot inside of him with a shuddering breath before collapsing on top of him. It’s too hot, their sweaty bodies mixing together but Baekhyun feels too exhausted and warm to complain.
Despair.
The room lies in complete darkness, moon hidden behind the navy-blue curtains when they lie next to each other. Breathless but sated. The wind outside is whistling an unknown melody and Baekhyun feels his eyelids grow heavy. Jongdae’s scent is all around him, embracing him and has him sleepily nuzzle his nose against the crook of Jongdae’s neck. Now that the adrenaline rush has left him he feels vulnerable and exposed, grateful to the darkness of the room to hide the storm that’s raging inside his heart.
“Tomorrow,” he hears Jongdae mutter from where he is lying pressed up against his side and nods his head in silent agreement hoping Jongdae caught the gesture. Baekhyun is too tired to think about what just happened. Too wound up to admit that the elf next to him was able to tear down a wall he’d fiercely build over the last century.
“I still hate you,” he can hear himself exhale, hears the sound of a tissue being pulled out of a box and accepts one for himself. He underlines his statement by rolling onto his side, turning his back on Jongdae who simply sighs in return.
They don’t speak afterwards, instead they individually listen to the song of the wind outside, allowing it to lull them into a restless sleep.
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Jongdae is leaning against the doorframe that leads inside his bedroom, only dressed in a pair of loose, grey jogging pants that hang dangerously low. He silently gazes at Baekhyun’s sleeping frame. The room resembles a battlefield, chairs tipped over on the floor, porcelain pieces from his lamp spread out between books and pencils. The curtains are slightly opened, warm sunlight streaming through the crack and bathing the boy’s bare body in a pretty white light as if he is glowing.
Baekhyun’s bare body is only covered by a thin white blanket, revealing his shoulder and part of his milky thighs. Jongdae finds his bottom lip trapped between his teeth, gaze wandering over the pretty purple marks that stand out on Baekhyun’s marble skin like paint dots.
Fingers brush through his dark hair, mind wandering and stumbling over questions that seem like stones on his long way to find the right answer to all of them. Something feels different. Jongdae has brought home countless boys before and had his way with them but not once had he allowed them to spend the night, to linger around for the morning.
Baekhyun, however, with his sharp tongue, sincere eyes and his puffy, petal-soft lips standing tall and fearless in front of him the other night had changed something inside of him.
He wants to laugh at his own thoughts, because rationally it is not possible to simply change overnight but here he is, standing in his bedroom watching a beautiful boy sleep in his bed and feeling invincible. At least one thing is clear, after the event of the previous day life won’t ever be the same again. Change will be inevitable after the Byun’s will find out about Baekhyun’s connection to the elves.
Guarded, soft footsteps pull him out his thoughts and have him turn around to come face to face with his concerned - looking cousin. “Is the boy alright?”
“Didn’t you hear him last night?” That is obviously the wrong answer and Minseok smacks him behind the head giving him a sternful look. “Clearly, but what about his injuries?!”
Jongdae rubs the throbbing spot, groaning at the pain - how come that after all this years his cousin doesn’t seem to know his own strength yet?
“I’ll check on him once he wakes up, let him rest for now,” he finds himself saying surprising not only himself but also Minseok’s whose eyebrows shoot up suspiciously.
The smell of freshly brewed coffee fills the apartment and Jongdae steals another glimpse at the peacefully sleeping human before he follows Minseok inside their kitchen.
They drink their coffee in silence, tension present but Minseok remains patient, waits for Jongdae to talk first.
“Call Junmyeon, we’ll have to start planning if we want this whole revolution thing to work out.” Jongdae tries to keep his tone casual, mindlessly flipping through the newspaper but he doesn’t miss the cheer amount of euphoria that lights up Minseok’s face like a christmas tree.
If Baekhyun made him realize one thing than that one cannot undo the past but strive for a better future. He might not be a perfect leader, he might lack and be forced to rely on others but he is tired of drowning in his own doubt. Jongdae smiles around the rim of his coffee mug, listening to Minseok’s excited chatter on the phone with Junmyeon. The little blue clipper or Luhan to be more specific, is nestled up in Minseok’s hair, wings fluttering occasionally which sprinkles a small amount of fairydust over his cousin’s brown locks.
“Tell Junmyeon to bring some hot chocolate,” Jongdae pipes up and at Minseok’s confused expression he ads in a fake-grumpy tone. “My- the human doesn’t like coffee.”
He tries to ignore the lopsided grin Minseok sends them or the fond eye roll in order to pull up his laptop to do some research. Time is limited but they are finally moving.
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There is a slight breeze gently whisking over his hair, Baekhyun slowly stirs awake, blinking at the unknown surrounding. He straightens up, thin blanket sliding down his body revealing nothing except his bare skin. Vivid images from last night return to his memory when his gaze roams over the broken objects and tiny shards that mirror Baekhyun’s inner psyche. His hand searches for his clothes but he cannot spot them anywhere faintly remembering that Jongdae had torn his shirt into shreds and admitting defeat.
The white cover will have to do for now, he decides, when draping the thin material around his shoulders, wrapping it tightly around himself before he slides his barefeet onto the cool wooden floor. In the distance he can hear hushed voices conversing from another room but Baekhyun isn’t awake enough to face anyone yet. Instead he finds himself in front of the window, sweeping the curtains away to be greeted by a warm rays of sunlight caressing over his rosy cheeks as if he where the sun’s long lost child. The old trees outside are a-blaze in a patchwork of colors.
Nature’s beauty during this late autumn morning leaves him momentarily breathless. The weight on his shoulders is still present, weighting him down in the back of his mind but the sun hasn’t been visiting in a while so Baekhyun finds himself swallowing his sorrow to replace it with a soft smile.
“You are awake.” the velvet sound curls around Baekhyun, his hand slide away from the curtain and he silently locks eyes with Jongdae over his shoulder. The elf appears calm almost peaceful in casual attire and hair damp from the shower he must have just taken.
“Yea, I just woke up, what time is it?” Baekhyun tries to keep his voice from trembling, he can still taste Jongdae on his lips, his body painted by red and purple like a painting. The events of yesterday hang heavy in between them but Baekhyun can’t muster up the courage to address the topic. Jongdae hesitates, then he elegantly strides across the room until he is standing right in front of Baekhyun. His left hand comes up, thumb trailing over Baekhyun’s bottom lip before carefully running over the cut on his cheek. Baekhyun remains motionless, allowing Jongdae to examine his face in such gentle manner that has his heart flutter for a mere second.
“It’s almost noon.” Soft fingers card through Baekhyun’s hair, it’s a gentle gesture and the complete opposite from last night which has Baekhyun’s eyebrow rise with suspicion to Jongdae’s visible amusement. “Relax, I won’t do anything. The other’s are here, let’s sit down and talk.” His tone is melodical soothing as if something has awaken inside the elf, a small flame that lights him up from the inside.
Baekhyun’s body aches, a hot bath and more sleep is all he would like to ask for right now but what are the chances? Jongdae, however seems to be able to read his expression like an open book, “You can shower or bath before, I can lend you something to wear, I don’t particularly enjoy sharing what only is for my eyes to see.”and then he smirks that dirty kind of smirk that has Baekhyun’s ears burn in a pretty red and heat rushing to his cheeks.
He elbows Jongdae’s side, sputtering something along the line of, Have you lost your damn mind and Crazy bastard before he stomps into the direction of where he assumes the bathroom might be. Jongdae is lazily following after him, a stack of fresh clothes in his hands on top of a fresh white towel. At least he has enough decency to leave everything neatly folded on a chair inside the bathroom before he leaves Baekhyun alone to bask in his embarrassment.
“I can’t believe we slept together,” he sternly confronts his reflection, clicking his tongue in frustration and blaming it on the heat of the moment. Exactly, they were both too caught up in their mess of emotions, wounded and desperate for any form of release and comfort. Baekhyun splashes his face with cold water, sighing at the cooling sensation that prickles on his skin like small icicles. A warm shower will probably help. Some people plan their life under the luke warm gush of water.
Baekhyun does indeed feel a lot better after his shower, toweling at his hair and body cleansed from dirt and other things. His body still resembles a scratch pole and aches when he moves too much but he is lucky to find nothing broken. Only a twisted ankle and some cuts, nothing medicine and a few days rest can’t fix.
Jongdae’s grey sweatpants fit snuggly around his hips, the white, wool sweater is a little bit too big on him but Baekhyun doesn’t mind, it carries Jongdae’s scent - which is oddly comforting and annoying at the same time.
It isn’t difficult to find the kitchen even if the apartment is quite spacious and filled with luxurious furniture, he wouldn’t even be surprised if the two elfs owned a secret library behind one of their large paintings on the wall. He only has to follow the loud voices and soon enough he steps into a bright room and is met by five pairs of guilt-filled eyes.
Kyungsoo is the one who approaches him first, handing him a steaming mug which what smells like hot chocolate and small marshmallow pieces bathing on the surface. A involuntary smile spreads over his lips as he nudges his friend’s side playfully. He hasn’t completely forgiving him for keeping his other life secret from him all this time but it was equally selfish and childish to not at least let Kyungsoo explain himself.
“Thank you,” he adds earnestly, and Kyungsoo’s face softens, mirroring Baekhyun’s small smile.
Jongdae is leaning against the kitchen counter across of him, his gaze resting on Baekhyun who shudders under the attention.
“We owe you an apology,” Minseok addresses him, fingers wrapped around his own coffee mug but gentle eyes draping over him like a safety blanket. Behind him Chanyeol nods in silent agreement and the quirky Junmyeon even bows his head in a wordless apology.
“The situation got out of hand and we didn’t expect you to show up at the cafe that day, still, I hope you will hear us out.” The coffee cup is reluctantly lowered on top of the oak table as Minseok finishes his sentence.
Baekhyun chews on his bottom lip, shifting his weight from one leg onto the other.
“I have to apologies as well for not trying to see the whole picture and hearing your part of the story.” When he looks up he is met by relieved, warm gazes and Minseok is gesturing over to a vacant seat next to where Kyungsoo is currently sitting. Baekhyun takes the invitation and slides into the seat, trying not to wince when he sits down but it’s too late, Junmyeon has already spotted his painful expression.
“Are you hurt somewhere, do you need to see a doctor?” the head of the council starts fussing, roaming through the cabinet for a first aid kit while Jongdae masks his laughter by coughing into his fist.
Baekhyun’s fingers absentmindedly brush over the hickey he spotted in the mirror earlier and tries to hide it by sinking further into his oversized sweater. Chanyeol rises a knowing eyebrow at his old friend, mind quickly catching up and Baekhyun wants to be swallowed by a dark hole when he sees the wolfish grin spread all over the elf’s face.
“Guess some fights are fought by using body language instead of words,” Chanyeol barks out which, to Baekhyun’s surprise earns him a slap against the head by a glaring Jongdae.
“Know your place,” he grits out, but Chanyeol only drops a curtsey before flipping him off to Junmyeon’s visible dismay,
“Park Chanyeol, men usually let their first speak instead of words so will you sit down and keep your trap shut.” He plants both of his tiny hands on his hips and that’s the final straw, the redhead topples over for laughter and even Kyungsoo can’t hide a laughter behind his hand. Minseok slams his fist down on the table, causing the whole room to fall silent. “I appreciate the reconciliation and all but we have more urgent matters to discuss.” his voice is firm, leaving no room for further discussions. Baekhyun straightens up his shoulders observing Jongdae rising to the center of attention.
“Due to yesterday’s incident at the Byun’s residence.” Baekhyun finds himself avoiding Jongdae’s eyes, gaze focused on his hands instead. “We’ll have no other choice but to start moving. Minseok and I made some phone calls this morning, a bunch of henchmen of the Byun household are turning the city upside down in search for their son.”
The mere image of the brutal men and the two doberman of last night has Baekhyun shiver in fear, flinching when he feels Kyungsoo’s soft palm rubbing over his arm in sympathy. There are days where Baekhyun would prefer staying in bed, caught up in one if his carefree dreams that serve as his secure haven since the moment when broad daylight started to resemble a never ending nightmare.
“They have no shame, no conscious,” he hears himself rant, but to his surprise it’s Jongdae’s hand that ruffles his hair this time. “That’s why Minseok and I decided that it’d be better for you and Kyungsoo to stay here for the time being.”
“To keep an eye on me?” Baekhyun can’t help but huff at Jongdae who against expectations only sighs and shakes his head. “To assure your safety.” just when Baekhyun thought that the person is front of him has been brainwashed does a mocking grin curl over Jongdae’s face as he adds, “Especially since you almost got us killed last night. The world would have mourned the passing of a face like mine”
Arrogance and narcissism apparently don’t die as easy as Baekhyun had hoped overnight.
“Anyway,” Minseok decides to take matters back into his own hands as he shoves Jongdae away from the table and into another vacant seat. “We will answer all of your questions, Baekhyun, but first things first, the government who supposedly guards over us has been poisoned and twisted over the past ten years. The kind man of the cabinet who fought for equality between humans and elves have vanished like mist in the rain.”
“We tried to search for them,” Junmyeon’s tone is stained with bitter sadness and pain when he shakes his head at a hopeful perking up Baekhyun. “But they seemed to have left this earth before we could reach out to them.”
The meaning behind that statement weighs heavy on Baekhyun’s shoulders. Not only had his family discriminated by race but also by beliefs that differ from their own sick ideology. So many innocent lives were lost under the influence of his bloodline, too many to count and too many who no one would ever care asking about. Nameless souls drowning in the deep seas like grey-pebbles.
Someone reheats his cup, offering it to him and Baekhyun accepts it gratefully, taking small sips and trying to calm the rising anxiety attack. “What can we do to stop them?”
Chanyeol is exchanging glances with Jongdae who thoughtfully taps his index finger against his temple.
“We’ll attempt a formal hearing in front of the current leaders of the government,” Minseok cuts him off, terror written all over the tense lines around his eyes. “That’s insane, you might as well walk into the lion’s den in foolish hope to make it out alive.”
Baekhyun is about to verbalize his own pessimism, but Jongdae beats him to it. “Exactly, we have to face them head on, reciting our claims and asking for a peaceful settlement first. We can’t just walk into a war without trying to solve it on a diplomatic way,” he argues arms locked in front of his chest and Baekhyun finds himself slightly awestruck. Not attracted. Definitely not.
“My prince, these people have been going around killing not only our kind but also innocent people, how can you expect them to listen to our demands?” Junmyeon is fiddling with the hem of his grey, wool sweater, worrying his bottom lip.
“I don’t,” Jongdae admits earnestly. “But we shall respect the law and file a proper hearing that will also give us an extra two to three weeks to gather as many elves and supporters we can detect to prepare for a physical dispute. A revolution that will return justice to this land.”
Sighing, Baekhyun nibs on his hot chocolate in the hope of its warmth calming his racing heart. He is agreeing with Jongdae, if there is even a one percentage chance of a peaceful settlement then he’d proceed that same way. Lost in his own thoughts he hears Kyungsoo talking about arranging their belongings to be transferred from their dorm to the apartment. He feels uneasy, as if he is being dropped into a deep, dark well but he doesn’t hit the rock bottom instead he keeps falling and falling through raven-like darkness.
He’s hands must have been shaking, a brown dot has stained Jongdae’s white sweater and Baekhyun immediately sets the mug down, slightly panicking as he tries to remove the stain by rubbing a wet napkin over it.
“Don’t worry about that,” he hears Jongdae close to him and he looks up to find familiar green eyes pensively peering down on him, having Baekhyun shift uncomfortably in his seat.
“Kyungsoo after you arranged the transfer, I want you to see to Baekhyun’s injuries,” Jongdae instructs a obedient nodding Kyungsoo and even when Baekhyun tries to object, pointing out that he is capable of taking care of himself is he only met by a cold stare and Kyungsoo’s hand resting on his knee.
Jongdae doesn’t spare him another glance, he sets his shoulders and straightens his back, removing a few kinks in his neck by weighing it from side to side, “Prepare my royal robes, we are going to pay one of my favorite ministers a visit later.” Junmyeon immediately claps his hands joyfully and runs off to follow his prince’s order.
“Send Yixing my greetings, he has been in our service for all these years, waiting no hoping for you to follow into your father’s footsteps, be sure to act respectful.”
Minseok’s chin is resting on his hands, gaze fixed on something outside of the window instead of his cousin who is standing in the doorway, back turned to them. “I’ll make sure to convey your greetings as well as our strategy. He is our only hope to receive the opportunity of a formal hearing.” Jongdae’s voice doesn’t waver and yet Baekhyun can see that the is vary from the tension in his shoulders.
“Is that Yixing a friend or a foe?” the words stumble out of his mouth before he can stop himself and Baekhyun slaps his own lips in frustration of his lack of control over it. The room falls silent for a moment and it’s Chanyeol who clears his voice first to answer him, “An old friend who dedicated his life to serve the last prince of Tonitrum by becoming a part of the human government and keeping us updated about their schemes and plans.”
“So he is a spy?” Baekhyun concludes, wiping his mouth with the napkin from early, feet dangling over the edge of the chair. A hesitant nod from Minseok has Baekhyun title his head aside in an open question. “But?” he pushes and again it’s Chanyeol who comes to his aid.
“But Yixing has lost a lot of power over the last five years for obvious reasons. His influence within the government is fading so we can’t be sure if he’ll be of any help or not.”
Jongdae leaves the room, his footsteps become distance when he walks through the corridor that leads to his bedroom and Baekhyun is left alone with Kyungsoo, Minseok and Chanyeol. Contemplatively, he reaches over the table to tap Minseok’s arm who immediately locks their eyes.
“I’d like to hear about your story, how and when you came to Seoul and what you’ve seen back in Tonitrum, please tell me.” Minseok sharply inhales at Baekhyun’s question, his olive-green eyes overshadowed with agony and Baekhyun almost feels guilty for bringing it up. Granted it might not be the time nor the place for questions right now but if Baekhyun is going to fight side by side with the elves then he’ll need to be on one level with them. Study their past, their abilities and fears to assure their safety and success of their plan.
“I can’t tell you,” Minseok starts, exchanging thoughtful glances with Chanyeol who nods in encouragement. “However, I can allow you to read about it. Junmyeon and I documented everything in a journal, I shall bring it to you later.”
The sun is shining brightly outside, Baekhyun can hear the sound of leaves rustling in the gentle autumn breeze. He thanks Minseok, bowing his head politely suddenly intimidated by the reality that he is currently breathing the same air as the royal elf family he has been reading about since he can remember. Even if the mighty, brave prince is a lot different from his childish fantasies.
He is curious to see Jongdae in his formal robes but he misses him because Kyungsoo insists to shove him onto the couch, a white first aid kit in his hand, to treat his cuts with balm and bandages. The door falls shut in distance, then Junmyeon calls out to Minseok informing them about their leave and Baekhyun only manages to steal a glimpse at blue robes through the living room window before Jongdae disappears inside a black car, Junmyeon getting into the driver seat.
“I never thought the prince would return,” he is startled by Kyungsoo’s presence right behind him but even more by the many emotions that play over his usual blank face. Baekhyun hesitantly pats his friend’s shoulder, their peaceful moment is ruined by Baekhyun’s rumoring stomach demanding food and Kyungsoo breaks into a fit of giggle. “I’ll cook you something and then I’ll own you an apology and an explanation.” he disappears in the kitchen and Baekhyun slumps onto the couch face first, agonizing about the next step and a yet unknown future.
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( part 5 )