[exo] grow old together
Title: grow old together
Fandom: EXO
Pairing: Baekhyun x Everyone (one at a time, in drabbles)
Rating: T
Genre: mix
Word Count: 2103w
Summary: he just can't get enough of anyone
Baekhyun/Chanyeol / kindergarten au / you are my sunshine, my only sunshine
At five years of age, the only concern on Baekhyun’s mind is the exact hour of snack time and why everything is so much brighter than he’s used to. It’s not like things are too different from what he has grown to think of as home, not at all. However, here the buildings seem more white than dull-washed grey, the trees move vibrant than the sad evergreens he had seen men dressed in bright orange vests unpluck from the earth with the loud roaring of unappreciative machines.
His gaze darts to the road, but he knows he doesn’t have the option of turning to ask mum what’s happening. She’s long gone in the beat-up old thing the both of them (well, mainly her) had picked out the day prior, off for a long day of work.
Face turning back to where he had been gazing a moment before, he’s met by the gaze of a boy with a smile so bright it doesn’t matter he’s blocking the sun. There’s a missing tooth in his smile and a somewhat maniacal gleam in his eyes, but Baekhyun can see he’s nice and with a shy smile and introductions (“I’m Chanyeol!” “I’m Baekhyun…”) the two are off and running through the playground of the kindergarten, laughs bubbly bright under the blue of the sky.
Baekhyun/Jongdae / royal au / Jongdae is trouble.
When he first meets Jongdae, he knows the other is a recipe for disaster. There’s no one in the village, nay the kingdom, nay the universe who would dare to turn their nose up at the prince and sole heir to the throne, but Jongdae had done all that plus yank up his tunic to expose pectorals to the world to see with a loud shout of “Bet you don’t have these amongst all your riches!”
Baekhyun, being the childhood friend of the very flabbergasted (and admittedly out-of-shape) prince and therefore a close confident, had been able to get away with nudging him along with an attempt to forget all that he had just seen. However, when he sees the rowdy villager once more a week later he knows he must take action. Plastering the most Imperial Look of Disdain known to mankind on his features, he marches towards the man, ignoring the shocked awe of those around him, focusing on the target.
He had not calculated for the eventual kidnapping of himself on top of a black stallion amongst the high-pitched cackles of Jongdae, but as he clings for dear life and inhales the other’s infectious scent, Baekhyun thinks that perhaps things won’t be too bad with the commoner. That is, if his hand leaves it’s firm grasp on his backside.
Baekhyun/Jongin / model au / Bones and ashen dreams.
Shadows fill where cheeks are sunken and eyes that glitter on double-page spreads dull once the blinding lights are off. Baekhyun lifts the bottle to his lips and takes a swig of the cool, refreshing water that spills into his mouth, ignoring the desire and craving for something stronger, more satisfying.
He hasn’t changed out of the clothes yet, and though he has been sponsored with them he knows he can’t keep them on for too long or he’ll be in deep trouble. The cap of the bottle is screwed back on with stick-thin fingers, but he hasn’t even pushed off from the wall when another presence joins him.
“Good work, Baekhyun-hyung.” Obsidian orbs blink down at his elder; what he lacks in years he has gained in height, and Jongin joins the other in his break. They’re wordless as Jongin lights a cigarette and Baekhyun accepts a drag or two. Puppets have got to stick together, who knows when they’ll break.
Baekhyun/Joonmyun / mermen au / Perhaps it's not so bad.
When his father summons him for a meeting and tells him with a straight face he’s expected to marry Joonmyun, the Prince of the East Ocean, the blue-finned male is appropriately flabbergasted. Torn between wanting to sing a ballad of sorrow or pulling off his tail to dance giddy circles like he’s seen the humans do on the beach, it is with much regret that he realises either of the two would not be becoming of his place in underwater society.
Instead he nestles amongst the seaweed, thoughts chaotic as the tsunamis that occasionally roll through the water, allowing leafy tendrils to sway with his hair. With his back to the sand, Baekhyun eyes the distorted sunlight and wonders of life overhead, but knowing he has a future set out for him here he makes no move to venture up to that forbidden surface. That time has passed, and he must ready himself.
Joonmyun visits him a day later, and despite the fact that Baekhyun still thinks he’s rather young to marry, if it means seeing that wide smile one more time, he supposes it doesn’t matter. It’s not always a bad thing to marry young.
Baekhyun/Kyungsoo / funeral attendance / He apologises to a shell of what once was.
They tell him with eyes of charcoal and smiles of nothing that it had simply been a matter of time until the inevitable. Kyungsoo had been a wilting flower wastefully fed water, and the final outcome was a certainty, not a probability. Baekhyun’s suit is stiff to the touch, his lithe frame even tenser as he sits through the proceedings. The widow sits in the front amongst family whilst Baekhyun sits in the back. He’s alone in mind and body, but that’s okay for he has been living with this for so long he isn’t sure he remembers what companion is.
Because his companion for life had long-since deserted him, exited the apartment with no signs he had ever been there. When Baekhyun had come home that day it had been to fresh-washed sheets and an overwhelming emptiness.
When it’s his turn to make his way to the casket, he can’t quite work out what to say.
“I’m sorry, Kyungsoo.” It’s years too late.
Baekhyun/Luhan / cross-dressing assassin au / bang bang, he'd tap that any day
“Remind me why I agreed to this in the first place.” Baekhyun mutters as he adjusts the skirt so short it’s almost a belt. They’re tugged over a pair of black nylon tights that hug his legs like no other material possibly could, and as he finishes with his lower half he moves to the top, adjusting the pads beneath the bra so they won’t fall out.
He’s an assassin. Assassins don’t spend hours meticulously drawing on eyeliner, nor do they try to pretty themselves up to get into the pants of their target. But alas, this target is a smart man and Baekhyun has been elected to be the one to bring him to his utter demise. The evening has been going fine so far, and it’s time to pull out the big guns; figuratively speaking. The pistol shoved where no gun should be is uncomfortable, but a necessary sacrifice for what needs to come.
As he exits the bathroom, Baekhyun curses to find Luhan no longer on the bed where he had left him. He would scope out the room, but there’s no need; something cold and hard is pressed against his head, and the silky voice matches to the one he’s been hearing all night.
“Byun Baekhyun-sshi, is it? You look prettier as a guy than you do as a girl.”
Baekhyun/Minseok / chef?? baker?? au / culinary arts was never so fine (mild horror warning!)
He’s always been fascinated by Minseok. So round yet so angular, so soft yet firm. It’s not just his build, either; Minseok’s creations are a work of art, flawless. Figures so tiny a million of them could fit on his nail dance exotic vines around cupcakes, stories blend seamlessly amongst the icing. It’s heartbreakingly perfect.
Baekhyun is a master craftsman, but he’s never been able to get that perfect balance in his culinary creations. They say his masterpieces are to die for and he accepts each praise and compliment with an appreciative air, but secretly he disagrees, discontented with the proceedings of his progress. Not enough has happened in the span of time, what can be done to achieve that same success which comes to Minseok so naturally?
Reaching out, he takes a bite. As expected, it’s not bad. The lights are off, leaving him everything to the taste, and he revels in it, the raw ingredient that is perfection. Munching quietly, he swallows and takes another bite, and another, and another. Finally, he is satisfied. Perhaps they were right when they said his creations were to die for.
Baekhyun/Sehun / date! / he's scared but brave
The kid is nervous; Baekhyun can see it plain as day etched over his deceptively calm façade. That’s okay, though; the lithe man is somewhat scared himself. Together they stand amongst the hustle and bustle of the crowd, fingers interlaced and hearts long-since entwined, gazing up at the towering monstrosity that looms above them. The screams of the passengers play in a continuous loop, and Baekhyun feels the fear grip his heart, so tight he feels like it might explode.
“Hyung,” Sehun begins hesitantly, “we don’t have to ride it if you really don’t want to.”
When Baekhyun looks at him, he sees that the other has shed the nerves. He’s ready. Tightening his grip, the elder male plasters a smile on his face that doesn’t budge even as they move up with the line. “You wanted to ride the rollercoaster Sehun-ah, so we’ll do it together.” He says, tilting his head to give the other a quick peck on the lips.
Baekhyun/Yifan / high school au / chin in the textbooks, he scurries past
“What do you mean, Yifan is taken?” the outrageous outcry of a nearby classmate has Baekhyun cringing as he hurries down past in the hallway, head ducked so only his forehead and eyes peak out over the textbooks he clasps to his chest. He’s defensive, huddled together like a turtle ready to dart back into its shell as he wishes that he had English and not History next. Then he can arrive to the classroom sooner despite the fact his English really is nothing impressive, but at least it’d be better than evading the gossip that floats in the corridors.
He’s three-quarters of the way there when he sees his boyfriend leaning against the wall, devilishly handsome looks fixated on the wall opposite him as nearby students pester him. Baekhyun ducks his head impossibly lower in an attempt to seem smaller, but he’s noticed anyway as he squeezes by.
Sighing in exasperation, Yifan reaches out and snags Baekhyun by the waist, tugging him closer until his back collides with his chest. He holds him possessively, like a child might to their favourite toy and Baekhyun feels crimson pool in his cheeks, mortified by the attention and embarrassed at the affection.
“I am dating Byun Baekhyun. Anyone who has anything to say against this will be answering to me.” The predatory gleam in Yifan’s gaze has many shrinking in their place. Baekhyun simply sighs, resigned to be late for class.
Baekhyun/Yixing / au / he'll be hypnotised again, but he doesn't mind
The tinkle of the bell signals a new customer, so Baekhyun picks himself up from his drowsy perch behind the bench and moves out to see who it is. A warm, dopy smile stretched across an enchanting visage moves into his line of sight, and a man he has not seen in years gestures to the section on the left, where the pianos and keyboards are kept.
“Yixing.” The two syllables are filled with wonder. The other man simply continues to smile, before moving to a nearby piano bench.
“Let me play you a song.”
For the second time in many years, Baekhyun allows himself to fall in love all over again as his heart rises and falls, the crescendos and diminuendos to the melody of his life.
Baekhyun/Zitao / policeman au / too young to go
“Man down, man down!” The puppy-eyed man’s gaze is nothing but soft as they linger on his partner lying on the cold, unforgiving asphalt. They steel as he turns to glare at the body of the gunman a few feet away, but he knows he won’t be up again, at least not for this lifetime. He would know, he delivered the final blow. “We need an ambulance immediately; I repeat, need an ambulance immediately!”
His hands are covered over the wound in an attempt to hold the blood-flow, and in his panic-filled mind he shakes as he searches for the knowledge he needs to keep the other alive. He can’t die now, now when he’s so young with so much potential for the future.
“Baekhyun… hyung.” The weak, raspy voice immediately brings him to attention, and he moves a hand to cradle Zitao’s head as he frets.
“No, don’t talk, save your energy, just stay conscio-“
“Baekhyun-hyung.” Even on the brink of death, he can make Baekhyun shut up. “Let’s grow old together.” It’s a promise, and he’ll do his darn best to keep it.
a/n:
- look at this girl! posts once, thinks she can dump all the craptastic attempts at writing here!
- honestly contemplated ot66 but that's a bit much even for me ahaha
- I had a lot of fun
- expecting VIXX's Voodoo Doll album in mail in upcoming weeks!
Fandom: EXO
Pairing: Baekhyun x Everyone (one at a time, in drabbles)
Rating: T
Genre: mix
Word Count: 2103w
Summary: he just can't get enough of anyone
Baekhyun/Chanyeol / kindergarten au / you are my sunshine, my only sunshine
At five years of age, the only concern on Baekhyun’s mind is the exact hour of snack time and why everything is so much brighter than he’s used to. It’s not like things are too different from what he has grown to think of as home, not at all. However, here the buildings seem more white than dull-washed grey, the trees move vibrant than the sad evergreens he had seen men dressed in bright orange vests unpluck from the earth with the loud roaring of unappreciative machines.
His gaze darts to the road, but he knows he doesn’t have the option of turning to ask mum what’s happening. She’s long gone in the beat-up old thing the both of them (well, mainly her) had picked out the day prior, off for a long day of work.
Face turning back to where he had been gazing a moment before, he’s met by the gaze of a boy with a smile so bright it doesn’t matter he’s blocking the sun. There’s a missing tooth in his smile and a somewhat maniacal gleam in his eyes, but Baekhyun can see he’s nice and with a shy smile and introductions (“I’m Chanyeol!” “I’m Baekhyun…”) the two are off and running through the playground of the kindergarten, laughs bubbly bright under the blue of the sky.
Baekhyun/Jongdae / royal au / Jongdae is trouble.
When he first meets Jongdae, he knows the other is a recipe for disaster. There’s no one in the village, nay the kingdom, nay the universe who would dare to turn their nose up at the prince and sole heir to the throne, but Jongdae had done all that plus yank up his tunic to expose pectorals to the world to see with a loud shout of “Bet you don’t have these amongst all your riches!”
Baekhyun, being the childhood friend of the very flabbergasted (and admittedly out-of-shape) prince and therefore a close confident, had been able to get away with nudging him along with an attempt to forget all that he had just seen. However, when he sees the rowdy villager once more a week later he knows he must take action. Plastering the most Imperial Look of Disdain known to mankind on his features, he marches towards the man, ignoring the shocked awe of those around him, focusing on the target.
He had not calculated for the eventual kidnapping of himself on top of a black stallion amongst the high-pitched cackles of Jongdae, but as he clings for dear life and inhales the other’s infectious scent, Baekhyun thinks that perhaps things won’t be too bad with the commoner. That is, if his hand leaves it’s firm grasp on his backside.
Baekhyun/Jongin / model au / Bones and ashen dreams.
Shadows fill where cheeks are sunken and eyes that glitter on double-page spreads dull once the blinding lights are off. Baekhyun lifts the bottle to his lips and takes a swig of the cool, refreshing water that spills into his mouth, ignoring the desire and craving for something stronger, more satisfying.
He hasn’t changed out of the clothes yet, and though he has been sponsored with them he knows he can’t keep them on for too long or he’ll be in deep trouble. The cap of the bottle is screwed back on with stick-thin fingers, but he hasn’t even pushed off from the wall when another presence joins him.
“Good work, Baekhyun-hyung.” Obsidian orbs blink down at his elder; what he lacks in years he has gained in height, and Jongin joins the other in his break. They’re wordless as Jongin lights a cigarette and Baekhyun accepts a drag or two. Puppets have got to stick together, who knows when they’ll break.
Baekhyun/Joonmyun / mermen au / Perhaps it's not so bad.
When his father summons him for a meeting and tells him with a straight face he’s expected to marry Joonmyun, the Prince of the East Ocean, the blue-finned male is appropriately flabbergasted. Torn between wanting to sing a ballad of sorrow or pulling off his tail to dance giddy circles like he’s seen the humans do on the beach, it is with much regret that he realises either of the two would not be becoming of his place in underwater society.
Instead he nestles amongst the seaweed, thoughts chaotic as the tsunamis that occasionally roll through the water, allowing leafy tendrils to sway with his hair. With his back to the sand, Baekhyun eyes the distorted sunlight and wonders of life overhead, but knowing he has a future set out for him here he makes no move to venture up to that forbidden surface. That time has passed, and he must ready himself.
Joonmyun visits him a day later, and despite the fact that Baekhyun still thinks he’s rather young to marry, if it means seeing that wide smile one more time, he supposes it doesn’t matter. It’s not always a bad thing to marry young.
Baekhyun/Kyungsoo / funeral attendance / He apologises to a shell of what once was.
They tell him with eyes of charcoal and smiles of nothing that it had simply been a matter of time until the inevitable. Kyungsoo had been a wilting flower wastefully fed water, and the final outcome was a certainty, not a probability. Baekhyun’s suit is stiff to the touch, his lithe frame even tenser as he sits through the proceedings. The widow sits in the front amongst family whilst Baekhyun sits in the back. He’s alone in mind and body, but that’s okay for he has been living with this for so long he isn’t sure he remembers what companion is.
Because his companion for life had long-since deserted him, exited the apartment with no signs he had ever been there. When Baekhyun had come home that day it had been to fresh-washed sheets and an overwhelming emptiness.
When it’s his turn to make his way to the casket, he can’t quite work out what to say.
“I’m sorry, Kyungsoo.” It’s years too late.
Baekhyun/Luhan / cross-dressing assassin au / bang bang, he'd tap that any day
“Remind me why I agreed to this in the first place.” Baekhyun mutters as he adjusts the skirt so short it’s almost a belt. They’re tugged over a pair of black nylon tights that hug his legs like no other material possibly could, and as he finishes with his lower half he moves to the top, adjusting the pads beneath the bra so they won’t fall out.
He’s an assassin. Assassins don’t spend hours meticulously drawing on eyeliner, nor do they try to pretty themselves up to get into the pants of their target. But alas, this target is a smart man and Baekhyun has been elected to be the one to bring him to his utter demise. The evening has been going fine so far, and it’s time to pull out the big guns; figuratively speaking. The pistol shoved where no gun should be is uncomfortable, but a necessary sacrifice for what needs to come.
As he exits the bathroom, Baekhyun curses to find Luhan no longer on the bed where he had left him. He would scope out the room, but there’s no need; something cold and hard is pressed against his head, and the silky voice matches to the one he’s been hearing all night.
“Byun Baekhyun-sshi, is it? You look prettier as a guy than you do as a girl.”
Baekhyun/Minseok / chef?? baker?? au / culinary arts was never so fine (mild horror warning!)
He’s always been fascinated by Minseok. So round yet so angular, so soft yet firm. It’s not just his build, either; Minseok’s creations are a work of art, flawless. Figures so tiny a million of them could fit on his nail dance exotic vines around cupcakes, stories blend seamlessly amongst the icing. It’s heartbreakingly perfect.
Baekhyun is a master craftsman, but he’s never been able to get that perfect balance in his culinary creations. They say his masterpieces are to die for and he accepts each praise and compliment with an appreciative air, but secretly he disagrees, discontented with the proceedings of his progress. Not enough has happened in the span of time, what can be done to achieve that same success which comes to Minseok so naturally?
Reaching out, he takes a bite. As expected, it’s not bad. The lights are off, leaving him everything to the taste, and he revels in it, the raw ingredient that is perfection. Munching quietly, he swallows and takes another bite, and another, and another. Finally, he is satisfied. Perhaps they were right when they said his creations were to die for.
Baekhyun/Sehun / date! / he's scared but brave
The kid is nervous; Baekhyun can see it plain as day etched over his deceptively calm façade. That’s okay, though; the lithe man is somewhat scared himself. Together they stand amongst the hustle and bustle of the crowd, fingers interlaced and hearts long-since entwined, gazing up at the towering monstrosity that looms above them. The screams of the passengers play in a continuous loop, and Baekhyun feels the fear grip his heart, so tight he feels like it might explode.
“Hyung,” Sehun begins hesitantly, “we don’t have to ride it if you really don’t want to.”
When Baekhyun looks at him, he sees that the other has shed the nerves. He’s ready. Tightening his grip, the elder male plasters a smile on his face that doesn’t budge even as they move up with the line. “You wanted to ride the rollercoaster Sehun-ah, so we’ll do it together.” He says, tilting his head to give the other a quick peck on the lips.
Baekhyun/Yifan / high school au / chin in the textbooks, he scurries past
“What do you mean, Yifan is taken?” the outrageous outcry of a nearby classmate has Baekhyun cringing as he hurries down past in the hallway, head ducked so only his forehead and eyes peak out over the textbooks he clasps to his chest. He’s defensive, huddled together like a turtle ready to dart back into its shell as he wishes that he had English and not History next. Then he can arrive to the classroom sooner despite the fact his English really is nothing impressive, but at least it’d be better than evading the gossip that floats in the corridors.
He’s three-quarters of the way there when he sees his boyfriend leaning against the wall, devilishly handsome looks fixated on the wall opposite him as nearby students pester him. Baekhyun ducks his head impossibly lower in an attempt to seem smaller, but he’s noticed anyway as he squeezes by.
Sighing in exasperation, Yifan reaches out and snags Baekhyun by the waist, tugging him closer until his back collides with his chest. He holds him possessively, like a child might to their favourite toy and Baekhyun feels crimson pool in his cheeks, mortified by the attention and embarrassed at the affection.
“I am dating Byun Baekhyun. Anyone who has anything to say against this will be answering to me.” The predatory gleam in Yifan’s gaze has many shrinking in their place. Baekhyun simply sighs, resigned to be late for class.
Baekhyun/Yixing / au / he'll be hypnotised again, but he doesn't mind
The tinkle of the bell signals a new customer, so Baekhyun picks himself up from his drowsy perch behind the bench and moves out to see who it is. A warm, dopy smile stretched across an enchanting visage moves into his line of sight, and a man he has not seen in years gestures to the section on the left, where the pianos and keyboards are kept.
“Yixing.” The two syllables are filled with wonder. The other man simply continues to smile, before moving to a nearby piano bench.
“Let me play you a song.”
For the second time in many years, Baekhyun allows himself to fall in love all over again as his heart rises and falls, the crescendos and diminuendos to the melody of his life.
Baekhyun/Zitao / policeman au / too young to go
“Man down, man down!” The puppy-eyed man’s gaze is nothing but soft as they linger on his partner lying on the cold, unforgiving asphalt. They steel as he turns to glare at the body of the gunman a few feet away, but he knows he won’t be up again, at least not for this lifetime. He would know, he delivered the final blow. “We need an ambulance immediately; I repeat, need an ambulance immediately!”
His hands are covered over the wound in an attempt to hold the blood-flow, and in his panic-filled mind he shakes as he searches for the knowledge he needs to keep the other alive. He can’t die now, now when he’s so young with so much potential for the future.
“Baekhyun… hyung.” The weak, raspy voice immediately brings him to attention, and he moves a hand to cradle Zitao’s head as he frets.
“No, don’t talk, save your energy, just stay conscio-“
“Baekhyun-hyung.” Even on the brink of death, he can make Baekhyun shut up. “Let’s grow old together.” It’s a promise, and he’ll do his darn best to keep it.
a/n:
- look at this girl! posts once, thinks she can dump all the craptastic attempts at writing here!
- honestly contemplated ot66 but that's a bit much even for me ahaha
- I had a lot of fun
- expecting VIXX's Voodoo Doll album in mail in upcoming weeks!