You got me addicted [1/2]
Title: You got me addicted
Author: Anonymous until 1/30/14
For: park_noodle
Pairing: Baekhyun/Kyungsoo [side: Kris/Suho]
Word Count: 10,366
Summary: Baekhyun didn't think he'd get addicted easy like this
Warnings: brief prostitution, mention of drugs, use of guns, smut, unprotected sex, character death.
Rating: NC-17
One
Baekhyun checks his clothes with no signs of any wrinkle at its extent; he looks at his face up close in the mirror: perfect eyeliner, soft skin, pink cherry lips. The mirror shows his whole body and he turns around, smiling satisfactorily at how his tight black jeans glue to his legs, showing the glorious line of his ass. The mischievous glint in his eyes grows. He exits his apartment, heading to the usual night club, hoping to get some job done so he can be free earlier.
Baekhyun enters the club and passes the bodies dancing to the electronic music and makes his way to the bar (his usual place) and well, most people know what he’s here for, so they keep their distance if they don’t want to get involved with him. The bar is empty.
Baekhyun never stays too long inside the club; he always gets his night company as soon as he steps his foot inside the building. Tonight is not different. One guy sits next to him, broad shoulders, medium brown hair, taller than him, and he’s looking suggestively at his direction. Baekhyun notes that he is indeed one of his customers; he takes sips at his margarita and heads to the dance floor with the guy following him after some minutes.
They rock their bodies to the music and in the meantime, Baekhyun can feel the taste of martini blending with the margarita in his mouth. When the surroundings get too crowded, the guy whispers in Baekhyun’s ear, “let’s go somewhere else, ” and in a rush they head to a motel behind the club.
Baekhyun feels the pressure of the mattress under him when they enter the room as he is immediately shoved to the bed, yanking his clothes off while the guy puts on a condom. In a matter of seconds, Baekhyun is facing the sheets, and then he’s burying his face into it, stifling his loud moans. When Baekhyun’s senses get back together he sees the guy sound asleep next to him; he cleans up and dresses himself up while searching for the guy’s wallet inside the pocket of his pants, taking out some bills as his payment; he closes the room and leaves the motel, going back to his apartment.
÷
Baekhyun wakes up past lunch time and groans, he rubs his eyes and gets up from bed (good thing he put a break between the days he get his work done) and lazily heads to the living room, which is also the dining room. Baekhyun notices one white envelope at his doorstep; he takes it and sits at the couch. He looks at the handwriting and already knows what awaits him tonight. Baekhyun snorts, just because he was planning to do nothing today. He loses his appetite and goes to shower. A nap doesn’t sound bad at the moment, even though he just woke up.
÷
When the clock shows it’s already 9:30pm Baekhyun wears his boots and black clothes, he doesn’t need to draw attention, and especially not when he’s going to do something like this.
He takes a look at the picture he received; he needs to look for a guy with dark hair and long legs (he huffs, the information is of so much help). He’s supposed to find him and get rid of him. Baekhyun takes his pistol out of the drawer. The less he sees it, the better for him, and places it at his belt. As always he can’t wait to get done with his job, so he can rest.
÷
As soon as he takes one step out of his building, he sees his target. Baekhyun didn’t think he’d be this lucky; now he just has to follow him around until he enters somewhere deserted. The guy makes a sharp turn into one alley and carelessly walks straight without paying much attention. Baekhyun takes his pistol out and shots the guy in the back, making him fall and when he hits the ground his head slams on the floor. Baekhyun approaches the dejected body lying on the floor and pokes it to see if the guy is still conscious. When he doesn’t get a response, he takes out his bottle of kerosene and soaks one handkerchief with some.
Baekhyun places the piece of cloth under the guy’s nose and waits until his breathing hitches and his heart is no longer beating. He withdraws the handkerchief and empties the bottle, spreading it all over the body. Baekhyun takes out his lighter, not because he smokes but because he likes to carry it around just for precaution, and sets fire to the corpse.
He doesn’t care much about getting rid of the evidence of the crime but he’s not one to go all bloodthirsty while fulfilling it or else he’d regret what he’d done. The one who ‘hires’ him for these tasks always take care of the rest. When he comes back to his apartment, another envelope rests at his doorstep, housing his payment. Baekhyun sighs and goes to shower; he always feels dirty when he comes back from his work, both of them.
÷
The next day Baekhyun wakes up with a prickling feeling, especially because he always get surprised of how cold he can be, but life taught him that he has to be like that sometimes.
When he left his home, he didn’t think of the consequences, but now he can’t go back in time to change everything.
Baekhyun’s evening resumes with him watching some program at his television. He can’t even laugh at the comedies anymore.
÷
The sky gets darker and Baekhyun gets up from his bed. He follows his routine, changing clothes and heading to his ‘work place.’ As he always says, “I must be dressed to kill,” but not literally.
Tonight, the streets seem much emptier, and in a rush to get faster at the club, Baekhyun collides into Luhan, the blond haired guy that walks around the neighborhood streets like he’d lost something while wearing his fancy clothes. Baekhyun wonders what he’s doing here every time he sees the boy; he’s not one that blends well in this kind of atmosphere, he used to think. But now he’s not really sure because everybody keeps their distance from the boy. Maybe he’s dangerous; maybe he himself should keep his own distance.
Baekhyun quickly apologizes and runs to the club, entering it and sitting at the bar counter while fanning himself.
Not even a few minutes later someone sits next to him, Baekhyun eyes the person and smiles. He’s never seen this guy before. He takes a look at the latter’s drink and raises an eyebrow; it’s just water. He approximates his stool and looks at the guy.
“I’m just checking: are you Byun Baekhyun?” the guy asks. His deep voice surprises Baekhyun, but he likes it, way too much for his own taste.
“Why do you ask?” Baekhyun wiggles his eyebrows seductively and the guy awkwardly stirs on his seat, not even a glimpse of wanting or lust printed in his eyes. Baekhyun wonders what the hell this guy is doing here if he feels as uncomfortable as he shows.
“I-” the guy scratches his neck. “I need to take you somewhere, if you don’t mind.”
Baekhyun laughs. “My place or yours?”
“I think you should just follow me.” The guy gets up and walks away, looking behind to see if Baekhyun is really following his words. When he’s sure he is, he makes his way to his destination, keeping a safe distance between him and Baekhyun.
÷
“Wow, you sure live far!” Baekhyun exclaims and runs to catch up with the fast steps of the guy.
He just nods and Baekhyun looks astonished at his surroundings; the houses at the next block are all huge mansions.
“You live in a mansion?” Baekhyun yells and the guy speeds up his walking, stopping in front of one of those mansions and opening the gate. He climbs the stairs and motions for Baekhyun to follow him, whose was still in awe.
“Good evening, Xiumin hyung,” the guy greets another man, face round with small lips. Baekhyun assumes he’s the one responsible for the security of this house over the fact that he’s standing in front of the main door.
“Good evening, Chanyeol.” Xiumin bows and opens the big front door.
“Come on; we don’t have time to lose.” Baekhyun snaps out of his daze and follows him, suddenly not uttering a single word.
The guy, whose name Baekhyun just discovered, walks into the mansion and climbs more stairs. He takes a turn and, to Baekhyun’s surprise, misses the bedroom and goes straight to the room at the end of the great hall, its light coming from under the door.
Chanyeol stops and Baekhyun is confused at what he’s doing in there.
“Don’t say anything unnecessary.” And without waiting for a reply, Chanyeol opens the door.
Baekhyun enters the room, pushed in by Chanyeol; he faces racks full of books and a desk at the center, the walls painted snowy white filled with all black furniture.
The seat turns at him, revealing a young looking man with a smile plastered on his face and gentle looking eyes, but Baekhyun can detect some venom in his eyes and falseness in his smile.
“Hello Baekhyun, nice to finally meet you person.” The man gets up from his seat and approaches Baekhyun.
“I’m sorry, but you are?” Baekhyun asks, not remembering meeting someone like him before. His breathing is irregular; he’s not sure if he should or should not be afraid of this man.
“I’m sorry for my manners.” The man extends his hand towards Baekhyun. “My name is Suho.”
Baekhyun shakes his hand and views one handkerchief with the letters SH embroidered into it and recalls the letters he receives also have these letters, written just the same as he’s seeing now.
“Are you the one who orders me to-” Baekhyun stops talking, he’s not sure how he should address the tasks he’s given: murder; kill by accident, maybe? He decides he should wait and not utter another word until the said man names it.
“Kill?” Suho calmly adds, like murdering is the same thing as eating a piece of cake, and Baekhyun nods in silence unsure if he should really say something.
“I’m curious about why you called me here.” Baekhyun changes topic nervously, not feeling well about the kill subject.
“Oh right. You may sit; I have a little story to tell you.” Suho pulls Baekhyun by the shoulders to the black leather couch.
“Have you ever tried drugs? Or at least know how it works?” Suho asks.
“I don’t think I want to,” Baekhyun replies.
“I’m not asking you to use it. I’m just asking if you know its effects.” Suho clears out his question and Baekhyun wonders what he is trying to imply with it.
“Euphoria, excitation: the users basically want to feel good or forget about something,” Suho explains without waiting for a proper answer from Baekhyun. “They would pay a high price to get a drug that would master this and this is where I come in.”
Suho gets up from the couch and takes a file out of his desk, full of papers.
“I’ve been making a little research and recently I discovered something that could earn me a good amount of money. I’d like to address it as the drug of the future and this is where you come in. I want you to kidnap someone for me.” Suho points at Baekhyun and he twitches his nose. Pointing is not a polite action, but he’s not here to judge, and Suho’s sudden interest in Baekhyun gets him a little more than worried.
“And are you so sure I will agree to this?” he petulantly asks, chin held high, looking directly at Suho. The whole conversation is making him feel a mix of annoyed and peeved and he still can’t grab the idea that Suho’s trying to pass.
“I have a good proposal to make to you.” Suho’s eyes sparkle and Baekhyun is getting scared at each passing minute. “Here’s the deal, you can stop doing those tasks I ask you to do. And you also can stop selling your body for a living. You can work for me in a higher position and get a good payment too.”
Baekhyun tries not to be offended at the last statement and ponders over what Suho just said. He really doesn’t like his current (and also first) job. He’s not sure if the whole idea this man that usually pays him to kill is giving is a good idea, but the possibility of maybe getting rid of this specific thing, this thing that feels like a permanent ink staining one of his favorite books, the thorn in his shoes.
“I accept,” Baekhyun says as fast as he wanted and sounds as desperate as he wished.
“I knew you would.” Suho smiles and hands Baekhyun the file he was holding before. “You can make it the way you want, at your own time too, but don’t overpass it too much.”
As soon as he entered the house, Baekhyun sees himself leaving already, biding goodbye to Xiumin, the bodyguard, and Chanyeol.
He almost regrets his choice. Almost. But the offer is too tempting to refuse, especially in his current situation.
÷
Baekhyun passes the night analyzing the whole file that Suho handed him. He also finds another paper with instructions, telling him to befriend his target before making any move; the victim must be willing to help them with the drug.
His target’s name is Do Kyungsoo, recently a college graduate last year with a degree in Chemistry, working at the college’s lab since then. He researchers on futuristic medications, which Baekhyun thinks must be Suho’s interest.
Suho also didn’t miss Kyungsoo’s daily schedule; it’s all printed on the papers. The man must be really interested in this boy.
Baekhyun falls asleep on his couch, planning the long day, week and month that he’ll have to face soon. He’ll probably wake up with a huge back pain, but nothing worse than what he has passed already.
÷
As a reassurance of the paper Suho gave him, Baekhyun heads to a coffee shop, in which he sits at the bench in front and waits until his target Kyungsoo shows his face. The schedule said ‘9am - coffee shop’ but it’s already 10am and the boy is nowhere to be found or seen.
A little silhouette comes running towards Baekhyun and he turns his head away, waiting for it to cross the street. It is Kyungsoo, who enters the shop in a rush and exits it as fast as he arrived. He must’ve been delayed, Baekhyun thinks and gets up, ready to follow him.
Baekhyun didn’t expect to be planted in front of Kyungsoo’s college, waiting for him to exit the lab, until the sky starts to get darker and the wind gets colder, but it’s already 7pm and he’s still seated at some other bench. His hands are searching for a place to hide from the sharp cold stabbing his sensitive skin and the only output is to hide them under his thighs. He leans his back against the bench. He really can’t wait to go back home.
When Kyungsoo gets out of the gates, he runs, just like before, and Baekhyun has to run too because his sleepy state is not helping him, and neither is the weather. As to Baekhyun’s misfortune, Kyungsoo does nothing exciting again, he just enters a grocery shop, and after a few minutes, he leaves holding some bags filled with food and heads to his apartment.
Baekhyun’s day was awesome (not really) he just thinks he should bring with him that book he was reading last week or some food tomorrow or else he’ll be dead before he can fulfill anything.
When he steps into his apartment, he takes off his jacket, throwing it on the floor of the living/dining room. Tomorrow he promised himself to get a warmer piece of cloth, and walks clumsily towards his bedroom, slumping into his bed and falling asleep at the same moment his face hits the pillow. He doesn’t care if he hasn’t taken a shower or if he left the lights on; he’ll deal with it later.
÷
More or less, for the past three days, Baekhyun had been repeating his routine: he follows Kyungsoo the whole day and he concludes that the latter’s life is really really boring, from the coffee shop to his job at the college, and then home. He’s just like a robot; he doesn’t see him interact with anybody, maybe he talks with someone at his work, but he can’t visit the lab just out of nowhere, at least not yet.
With this specific schedule, Baekhyun decides to put something into action, so tomorrow he’ll definitely get himself into the story.
÷
Baekhyun wakes up earlier and dresses up - a simple jeans a his red sweater, one of his warmest clothes. He rushes to the coffee shop and sits at the same bench, waiting once again for Kyungsoo to arrive.
The black haired boy comes running, delayed as usual, and enter the shop in a rush.
Baekhyun waits until the boy heads to the cashier to get up and stands next to the entrance. The door opens and Baekhyun moves to enter the shop, bumping harder than he plans into Kyungsoo, who looks directly at his eyes. Baekhyun stops breathing for one second and Kyungsoo apologizes first, bowing and running the direction of his work with his coffee on the right hand.
The file Suho handed him had a picture of Kyungsoo, but Baekhyun assumes that the picture was a little older, maybe from his high school days, and even if the boy looks the same, something looks totally different and it bothers Baekhyun to no end.
How his intense black hair looked really good when it’s messed up and how he wants to be the one straightening it back to its place and the one messing it up again or how wide his eyes got when he bumped into him. Baekhyun shakes his head to get rid of these thoughts; it’s too fast for him to be like this over Kyungsoo, especially because of his ‘mission’. He can’t mess this up.
Baekhyun decides to spare some of his time to actually get a coffee; it’s been a while since he entered one of those cozy shops to have a warm cup between his hands and he missed (and almost forgot) how good lattes taste like, even if they are his favorites.
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Baekhyun decides that he should neglect his night work. He reassures himself it’s because he has to wake up early, which is not a lie, and his back usually hurts the next day; so no, he needs to complete this task successfully. And he hopes he’ll never ever have to attend it again.
Yesterday Baekhyun bumped into Kyungsoo for the first time at the entrance and now he must think of another way to approach the boy. He can’t really do the same thing every day, praying that the boy won’t notice how weird that is, the same guy keeps bumping into him not purposely.
He gets his coat and leaves; the mornings are starting to get chilly and he doesn’t want to catch a cold, not now.
÷
Baekhyun arrives at the coffee shop and Kyungsoo is already there, which is a surprise, because the boy is always late, but today he is seated at the counter sipping his hot drink.
He waits until Kyungsoo gets up and goes to the cashier, but this time Baekhyun enters the shop before the boy exits it and ends up bumping into him softly (just like he planned it); Kyungsoo looks at him like last time, apologizes and leave. It’s a different day, but Baekhyun feels paralyzed just like before and he doesn’t know what to think about his own reaction, at how amazed he get every time (more like the second time but whatever) he nears Kyungsoo or how they touched slightly and he felt electrified.
Baekhyun sits at the corner and orders a different coffee today. He might get used to it.
÷
A whole week passed since Baekhyun started to ‘accidentally’ bump into Kyungsoo, every single morning. And by now the boy must think of it as something suspicious, even though he looks at him every time with the same confused eyes of someone who just got lost. He bumped into Kyungsoo when he entered the coffee shop; he bumped into Kyungsoo when he was paying; he bumped into Kyungsoo when he got up from the stool he was seated. Maybe he should try something that doesn’t involve knocking the poor boy down today.
Winter is approaching quickly and the days are even colder than before, especially during morning. Baekhyun tugs at his favorite warm coat, not really motivated to leave his place today, but duty waits for him.
÷
He arrives earlier than usual and sits near the counter. He had been ordering different drinks and today he might try mocha; he saw a lot of costumers asking for this one. He’ll wait until Kyungsoo arrives, which according with the clock hung in the wall, will be at any moment.
Kyungsoo is late, again, or it’s just Baekhyun that arrived too earlier, but he doesn’t want to wait anymore and orders his drink. Just before the door clicks open revealing Kyungsoo, panting and with half of his face covered by a scarf and a beanie. He shakes off something white off his coat, and Baekhyun rolls his eyes; it’s not possible to be snowing already. He isn’t prepared for this. Kyungsoo takes off the coat and the scarf, hanging them at the rack near the door and proceeds to find a spot to sit.
Baekhyun intentionally gets up to get a napkin and knocks down the boy into the floor. This wasn’t his intention, but apparently it was really snowing and Kyungsoo’s shoes were a little slippery and now he’s seated at the floor, not comfortably, groaning and rubbing his hurt butt.
Kyungsoo lifts himself off the floor and clears the dirt out of his pants.
“You’re here early, Kyungsoo,” one of the waiters says.
“Yeah, I didn’t stay up until midnight yesterday and I saw the snow from my window and decided to come earlier and have the usual,” Kyungsoo says and sits at the stool, near the one Baekhyun was seated before.
Baekhyun coughs, trying to get the boy’s attention.
“I’m sorry. Was this seat yours?” Kyungsoo asks and gets up. Baekhyun shakes his head and sits on another one.
“I’m sorry for making you fall.” Kyungsoo didn’t notice Baekhyun before and looks wide eyed at him.
“It was you?” he asks. “It’s ok. It’s happened a lot this week; I’m a little used to it.” I don’t even know why, Baekhyun thinks and suddenly Kyungsoo looks back at him.
“Do I know you?” Kyungsoo asks.
“I don’t think you do.” Baekhyun rubs the back of his neck and plays with his hair; he didn’t plan this conversation.
“Here’s your tea Kyungsoo.” The same waiter hands him a cup that’s still blowing steam and Kyungsoo thanks him. Apparently Baekhyun was wrong about the coffee thing.
“I have to go, nice to meet you-” Kyungsoo stops talking. He throws some bills at the waiter and looks at Baekhyun with some hope in his eyes.
“I’m Baekhyun. And you’re Kyungsoo,” he affirms and offers his hand.
“How do you know? Wait, Sehun just said my name like two times. Sorry, I’m a little disconnected sometimes,” Kyungsoo apologizes and shakes Baekhyun’s hand.
“I really have to go now. It’s nice to meet you, Baekhyun. I’ll see you around.” Kyungsoo sips his tea and exits the shop, not forgetting to stop and put the coat and scarf back on.
Baekhyun sits back and the waiter, Sehun as he knows now, is looking at him with a weird expression on his face. Baekhyun promptly avoids eye contact with the latter and sips his now cold mocha.
÷
Baekhyun keeps going to the coffee shop because of his mission, he reassures himself. Every single morning, he wakes up with a smile on his face, even if it’s winter already. The snow decided to keep falling and everywhere he goes, he needs to be extra careful to not get himself hurt or sick.
He can’t say he’s in love with Kyungsoo; Baekhyun had never felt love in his life. But with every day he sees himself seated next to Kyungsoo at the coffee shop, he can’t deny he feels something. Even if he can’t address it at the moment, he knows that something is there. With every bit of new information about the boy that he learns, he feels himself becoming closer to him. This is one of the requirements of his mission and Baekhyun is kind of happy and not happy about this at the same time.
From the day he talked with Kyungsoo until now, a whole month of little conversations had passed, and as Baekhyun predicted he became more attached than he wanted. And it doesn’t help when he notices that little reminders have been sneaked under his door, don’t lose focus or don’t forget what you’re up to they say and he can’t ignore it, but he tries.
Today he’s going to the coffee shop again; the waiter Sehun keeps giving him the same knowing look. By now, Baekhyun’s used to it. It doesn’t mean that he’s not bothered by it because he still is.
He usually arrives earlier and sits at one of the tables and orders a drink; Baekhyun’s ordered almost the whole menu and lately he’d been spending his saved money on coffee, not that he really cares at this rate, and asks for a macchiato.
Baekhyun snaps out of his thoughts when someone, obviously no other than Kyungsoo, sits in front of him, holding a cup of tea with a smile.
“Good morning,” Kyungsoo greets before Baekhyun can say anything, so he just nods his head, acknowledging his presence.
“Today is my day off and I wondered if you’d be here,” Kyungsoo says. “I’m not sure how it sounds, but do you want to grab some lunch later?”
Baekhyun was drinking his macchiato when Kyungsoo made the invitation and now he’s a mess, choking on his drink and begging for air to fill his lungs. He feels Kyungsoo patting his back and gradually ceases the coughing.
“I’m sorry; I should’ve thought that you wouldn’t like the idea. I have to go hide in my apartment now, if you’ll excuse me.” Kyungsoo releases Baekhyun and attempts to leave the shop but he’s held back by Baekhyun’s hand on his arm.
“Where are we going for lunch?” Baekhyun hits his chest one last time and looks at Kyungsoo with a silly grin on his face.
“Can you give me your cellphone number?” Kyungsoo asks while taking his out of some pocket.
“I don’t have one,” Baekhyun replies, turning a light shade of red. He didn’t have money for one and he also wouldn’t really use it, so he just didn’t bother to buy one; he’d rather spend his money on good clothes than electronics, unless it’s a television. He can’t live without one.
Kyungsoo looks at him, surprised. Who doesn’t have a cellphone nowadays? Maybe Baekhyun is just different from most people, he thinks, and he takes a piece of paper out of his other pocket, writing something down with a pen he got from Sehun’s waiter apron.
He puts the cap of the pen back and throws it at Sehun’s direction; who looks like is used to Kyungsoo randomly borrowing it.
“You can meet me here at 12pm and we can go have lunch.” Kyungsoo places the paper at Baekhyun’s right hand palm and waves at him, bidding goodbye.
Baekhyun is still shocked at how Kyungsoo just suddenly asked him out for lunch, and he’s also really shocked at how his heart quickened when Kyungsoo looked at him with pleading eyes when he thought Baekhyun rejected the offer.
No, Baekhyun is definitely not infatuated by Kyungsoo.
One | Two
Author: Anonymous until 1/30/14
For: park_noodle
Pairing: Baekhyun/Kyungsoo [side: Kris/Suho]
Word Count: 10,366
Summary: Baekhyun didn't think he'd get addicted easy like this
Warnings: brief prostitution, mention of drugs, use of guns, smut, unprotected sex, character death.
Rating: NC-17
One
Baekhyun checks his clothes with no signs of any wrinkle at its extent; he looks at his face up close in the mirror: perfect eyeliner, soft skin, pink cherry lips. The mirror shows his whole body and he turns around, smiling satisfactorily at how his tight black jeans glue to his legs, showing the glorious line of his ass. The mischievous glint in his eyes grows. He exits his apartment, heading to the usual night club, hoping to get some job done so he can be free earlier.
Baekhyun enters the club and passes the bodies dancing to the electronic music and makes his way to the bar (his usual place) and well, most people know what he’s here for, so they keep their distance if they don’t want to get involved with him. The bar is empty.
Baekhyun never stays too long inside the club; he always gets his night company as soon as he steps his foot inside the building. Tonight is not different. One guy sits next to him, broad shoulders, medium brown hair, taller than him, and he’s looking suggestively at his direction. Baekhyun notes that he is indeed one of his customers; he takes sips at his margarita and heads to the dance floor with the guy following him after some minutes.
They rock their bodies to the music and in the meantime, Baekhyun can feel the taste of martini blending with the margarita in his mouth. When the surroundings get too crowded, the guy whispers in Baekhyun’s ear, “let’s go somewhere else, ” and in a rush they head to a motel behind the club.
Baekhyun feels the pressure of the mattress under him when they enter the room as he is immediately shoved to the bed, yanking his clothes off while the guy puts on a condom. In a matter of seconds, Baekhyun is facing the sheets, and then he’s burying his face into it, stifling his loud moans. When Baekhyun’s senses get back together he sees the guy sound asleep next to him; he cleans up and dresses himself up while searching for the guy’s wallet inside the pocket of his pants, taking out some bills as his payment; he closes the room and leaves the motel, going back to his apartment.
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Baekhyun wakes up past lunch time and groans, he rubs his eyes and gets up from bed (good thing he put a break between the days he get his work done) and lazily heads to the living room, which is also the dining room. Baekhyun notices one white envelope at his doorstep; he takes it and sits at the couch. He looks at the handwriting and already knows what awaits him tonight. Baekhyun snorts, just because he was planning to do nothing today. He loses his appetite and goes to shower. A nap doesn’t sound bad at the moment, even though he just woke up.
÷
When the clock shows it’s already 9:30pm Baekhyun wears his boots and black clothes, he doesn’t need to draw attention, and especially not when he’s going to do something like this.
He takes a look at the picture he received; he needs to look for a guy with dark hair and long legs (he huffs, the information is of so much help). He’s supposed to find him and get rid of him. Baekhyun takes his pistol out of the drawer. The less he sees it, the better for him, and places it at his belt. As always he can’t wait to get done with his job, so he can rest.
÷
As soon as he takes one step out of his building, he sees his target. Baekhyun didn’t think he’d be this lucky; now he just has to follow him around until he enters somewhere deserted. The guy makes a sharp turn into one alley and carelessly walks straight without paying much attention. Baekhyun takes his pistol out and shots the guy in the back, making him fall and when he hits the ground his head slams on the floor. Baekhyun approaches the dejected body lying on the floor and pokes it to see if the guy is still conscious. When he doesn’t get a response, he takes out his bottle of kerosene and soaks one handkerchief with some.
Baekhyun places the piece of cloth under the guy’s nose and waits until his breathing hitches and his heart is no longer beating. He withdraws the handkerchief and empties the bottle, spreading it all over the body. Baekhyun takes out his lighter, not because he smokes but because he likes to carry it around just for precaution, and sets fire to the corpse.
He doesn’t care much about getting rid of the evidence of the crime but he’s not one to go all bloodthirsty while fulfilling it or else he’d regret what he’d done. The one who ‘hires’ him for these tasks always take care of the rest. When he comes back to his apartment, another envelope rests at his doorstep, housing his payment. Baekhyun sighs and goes to shower; he always feels dirty when he comes back from his work, both of them.
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The next day Baekhyun wakes up with a prickling feeling, especially because he always get surprised of how cold he can be, but life taught him that he has to be like that sometimes.
When he left his home, he didn’t think of the consequences, but now he can’t go back in time to change everything.
Baekhyun’s evening resumes with him watching some program at his television. He can’t even laugh at the comedies anymore.
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The sky gets darker and Baekhyun gets up from his bed. He follows his routine, changing clothes and heading to his ‘work place.’ As he always says, “I must be dressed to kill,” but not literally.
Tonight, the streets seem much emptier, and in a rush to get faster at the club, Baekhyun collides into Luhan, the blond haired guy that walks around the neighborhood streets like he’d lost something while wearing his fancy clothes. Baekhyun wonders what he’s doing here every time he sees the boy; he’s not one that blends well in this kind of atmosphere, he used to think. But now he’s not really sure because everybody keeps their distance from the boy. Maybe he’s dangerous; maybe he himself should keep his own distance.
Baekhyun quickly apologizes and runs to the club, entering it and sitting at the bar counter while fanning himself.
Not even a few minutes later someone sits next to him, Baekhyun eyes the person and smiles. He’s never seen this guy before. He takes a look at the latter’s drink and raises an eyebrow; it’s just water. He approximates his stool and looks at the guy.
“I’m just checking: are you Byun Baekhyun?” the guy asks. His deep voice surprises Baekhyun, but he likes it, way too much for his own taste.
“Why do you ask?” Baekhyun wiggles his eyebrows seductively and the guy awkwardly stirs on his seat, not even a glimpse of wanting or lust printed in his eyes. Baekhyun wonders what the hell this guy is doing here if he feels as uncomfortable as he shows.
“I-” the guy scratches his neck. “I need to take you somewhere, if you don’t mind.”
Baekhyun laughs. “My place or yours?”
“I think you should just follow me.” The guy gets up and walks away, looking behind to see if Baekhyun is really following his words. When he’s sure he is, he makes his way to his destination, keeping a safe distance between him and Baekhyun.
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“Wow, you sure live far!” Baekhyun exclaims and runs to catch up with the fast steps of the guy.
He just nods and Baekhyun looks astonished at his surroundings; the houses at the next block are all huge mansions.
“You live in a mansion?” Baekhyun yells and the guy speeds up his walking, stopping in front of one of those mansions and opening the gate. He climbs the stairs and motions for Baekhyun to follow him, whose was still in awe.
“Good evening, Xiumin hyung,” the guy greets another man, face round with small lips. Baekhyun assumes he’s the one responsible for the security of this house over the fact that he’s standing in front of the main door.
“Good evening, Chanyeol.” Xiumin bows and opens the big front door.
“Come on; we don’t have time to lose.” Baekhyun snaps out of his daze and follows him, suddenly not uttering a single word.
The guy, whose name Baekhyun just discovered, walks into the mansion and climbs more stairs. He takes a turn and, to Baekhyun’s surprise, misses the bedroom and goes straight to the room at the end of the great hall, its light coming from under the door.
Chanyeol stops and Baekhyun is confused at what he’s doing in there.
“Don’t say anything unnecessary.” And without waiting for a reply, Chanyeol opens the door.
Baekhyun enters the room, pushed in by Chanyeol; he faces racks full of books and a desk at the center, the walls painted snowy white filled with all black furniture.
The seat turns at him, revealing a young looking man with a smile plastered on his face and gentle looking eyes, but Baekhyun can detect some venom in his eyes and falseness in his smile.
“Hello Baekhyun, nice to finally meet you person.” The man gets up from his seat and approaches Baekhyun.
“I’m sorry, but you are?” Baekhyun asks, not remembering meeting someone like him before. His breathing is irregular; he’s not sure if he should or should not be afraid of this man.
“I’m sorry for my manners.” The man extends his hand towards Baekhyun. “My name is Suho.”
Baekhyun shakes his hand and views one handkerchief with the letters SH embroidered into it and recalls the letters he receives also have these letters, written just the same as he’s seeing now.
“Are you the one who orders me to-” Baekhyun stops talking, he’s not sure how he should address the tasks he’s given: murder; kill by accident, maybe? He decides he should wait and not utter another word until the said man names it.
“Kill?” Suho calmly adds, like murdering is the same thing as eating a piece of cake, and Baekhyun nods in silence unsure if he should really say something.
“I’m curious about why you called me here.” Baekhyun changes topic nervously, not feeling well about the kill subject.
“Oh right. You may sit; I have a little story to tell you.” Suho pulls Baekhyun by the shoulders to the black leather couch.
“Have you ever tried drugs? Or at least know how it works?” Suho asks.
“I don’t think I want to,” Baekhyun replies.
“I’m not asking you to use it. I’m just asking if you know its effects.” Suho clears out his question and Baekhyun wonders what he is trying to imply with it.
“Euphoria, excitation: the users basically want to feel good or forget about something,” Suho explains without waiting for a proper answer from Baekhyun. “They would pay a high price to get a drug that would master this and this is where I come in.”
Suho gets up from the couch and takes a file out of his desk, full of papers.
“I’ve been making a little research and recently I discovered something that could earn me a good amount of money. I’d like to address it as the drug of the future and this is where you come in. I want you to kidnap someone for me.” Suho points at Baekhyun and he twitches his nose. Pointing is not a polite action, but he’s not here to judge, and Suho’s sudden interest in Baekhyun gets him a little more than worried.
“And are you so sure I will agree to this?” he petulantly asks, chin held high, looking directly at Suho. The whole conversation is making him feel a mix of annoyed and peeved and he still can’t grab the idea that Suho’s trying to pass.
“I have a good proposal to make to you.” Suho’s eyes sparkle and Baekhyun is getting scared at each passing minute. “Here’s the deal, you can stop doing those tasks I ask you to do. And you also can stop selling your body for a living. You can work for me in a higher position and get a good payment too.”
Baekhyun tries not to be offended at the last statement and ponders over what Suho just said. He really doesn’t like his current (and also first) job. He’s not sure if the whole idea this man that usually pays him to kill is giving is a good idea, but the possibility of maybe getting rid of this specific thing, this thing that feels like a permanent ink staining one of his favorite books, the thorn in his shoes.
“I accept,” Baekhyun says as fast as he wanted and sounds as desperate as he wished.
“I knew you would.” Suho smiles and hands Baekhyun the file he was holding before. “You can make it the way you want, at your own time too, but don’t overpass it too much.”
As soon as he entered the house, Baekhyun sees himself leaving already, biding goodbye to Xiumin, the bodyguard, and Chanyeol.
He almost regrets his choice. Almost. But the offer is too tempting to refuse, especially in his current situation.
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Baekhyun passes the night analyzing the whole file that Suho handed him. He also finds another paper with instructions, telling him to befriend his target before making any move; the victim must be willing to help them with the drug.
His target’s name is Do Kyungsoo, recently a college graduate last year with a degree in Chemistry, working at the college’s lab since then. He researchers on futuristic medications, which Baekhyun thinks must be Suho’s interest.
Suho also didn’t miss Kyungsoo’s daily schedule; it’s all printed on the papers. The man must be really interested in this boy.
Baekhyun falls asleep on his couch, planning the long day, week and month that he’ll have to face soon. He’ll probably wake up with a huge back pain, but nothing worse than what he has passed already.
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As a reassurance of the paper Suho gave him, Baekhyun heads to a coffee shop, in which he sits at the bench in front and waits until his target Kyungsoo shows his face. The schedule said ‘9am - coffee shop’ but it’s already 10am and the boy is nowhere to be found or seen.
A little silhouette comes running towards Baekhyun and he turns his head away, waiting for it to cross the street. It is Kyungsoo, who enters the shop in a rush and exits it as fast as he arrived. He must’ve been delayed, Baekhyun thinks and gets up, ready to follow him.
Baekhyun didn’t expect to be planted in front of Kyungsoo’s college, waiting for him to exit the lab, until the sky starts to get darker and the wind gets colder, but it’s already 7pm and he’s still seated at some other bench. His hands are searching for a place to hide from the sharp cold stabbing his sensitive skin and the only output is to hide them under his thighs. He leans his back against the bench. He really can’t wait to go back home.
When Kyungsoo gets out of the gates, he runs, just like before, and Baekhyun has to run too because his sleepy state is not helping him, and neither is the weather. As to Baekhyun’s misfortune, Kyungsoo does nothing exciting again, he just enters a grocery shop, and after a few minutes, he leaves holding some bags filled with food and heads to his apartment.
Baekhyun’s day was awesome (not really) he just thinks he should bring with him that book he was reading last week or some food tomorrow or else he’ll be dead before he can fulfill anything.
When he steps into his apartment, he takes off his jacket, throwing it on the floor of the living/dining room. Tomorrow he promised himself to get a warmer piece of cloth, and walks clumsily towards his bedroom, slumping into his bed and falling asleep at the same moment his face hits the pillow. He doesn’t care if he hasn’t taken a shower or if he left the lights on; he’ll deal with it later.
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More or less, for the past three days, Baekhyun had been repeating his routine: he follows Kyungsoo the whole day and he concludes that the latter’s life is really really boring, from the coffee shop to his job at the college, and then home. He’s just like a robot; he doesn’t see him interact with anybody, maybe he talks with someone at his work, but he can’t visit the lab just out of nowhere, at least not yet.
With this specific schedule, Baekhyun decides to put something into action, so tomorrow he’ll definitely get himself into the story.
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Baekhyun wakes up earlier and dresses up - a simple jeans a his red sweater, one of his warmest clothes. He rushes to the coffee shop and sits at the same bench, waiting once again for Kyungsoo to arrive.
The black haired boy comes running, delayed as usual, and enter the shop in a rush.
Baekhyun waits until the boy heads to the cashier to get up and stands next to the entrance. The door opens and Baekhyun moves to enter the shop, bumping harder than he plans into Kyungsoo, who looks directly at his eyes. Baekhyun stops breathing for one second and Kyungsoo apologizes first, bowing and running the direction of his work with his coffee on the right hand.
The file Suho handed him had a picture of Kyungsoo, but Baekhyun assumes that the picture was a little older, maybe from his high school days, and even if the boy looks the same, something looks totally different and it bothers Baekhyun to no end.
How his intense black hair looked really good when it’s messed up and how he wants to be the one straightening it back to its place and the one messing it up again or how wide his eyes got when he bumped into him. Baekhyun shakes his head to get rid of these thoughts; it’s too fast for him to be like this over Kyungsoo, especially because of his ‘mission’. He can’t mess this up.
Baekhyun decides to spare some of his time to actually get a coffee; it’s been a while since he entered one of those cozy shops to have a warm cup between his hands and he missed (and almost forgot) how good lattes taste like, even if they are his favorites.
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Baekhyun decides that he should neglect his night work. He reassures himself it’s because he has to wake up early, which is not a lie, and his back usually hurts the next day; so no, he needs to complete this task successfully. And he hopes he’ll never ever have to attend it again.
Yesterday Baekhyun bumped into Kyungsoo for the first time at the entrance and now he must think of another way to approach the boy. He can’t really do the same thing every day, praying that the boy won’t notice how weird that is, the same guy keeps bumping into him not purposely.
He gets his coat and leaves; the mornings are starting to get chilly and he doesn’t want to catch a cold, not now.
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Baekhyun arrives at the coffee shop and Kyungsoo is already there, which is a surprise, because the boy is always late, but today he is seated at the counter sipping his hot drink.
He waits until Kyungsoo gets up and goes to the cashier, but this time Baekhyun enters the shop before the boy exits it and ends up bumping into him softly (just like he planned it); Kyungsoo looks at him like last time, apologizes and leave. It’s a different day, but Baekhyun feels paralyzed just like before and he doesn’t know what to think about his own reaction, at how amazed he get every time (more like the second time but whatever) he nears Kyungsoo or how they touched slightly and he felt electrified.
Baekhyun sits at the corner and orders a different coffee today. He might get used to it.
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A whole week passed since Baekhyun started to ‘accidentally’ bump into Kyungsoo, every single morning. And by now the boy must think of it as something suspicious, even though he looks at him every time with the same confused eyes of someone who just got lost. He bumped into Kyungsoo when he entered the coffee shop; he bumped into Kyungsoo when he was paying; he bumped into Kyungsoo when he got up from the stool he was seated. Maybe he should try something that doesn’t involve knocking the poor boy down today.
Winter is approaching quickly and the days are even colder than before, especially during morning. Baekhyun tugs at his favorite warm coat, not really motivated to leave his place today, but duty waits for him.
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He arrives earlier than usual and sits near the counter. He had been ordering different drinks and today he might try mocha; he saw a lot of costumers asking for this one. He’ll wait until Kyungsoo arrives, which according with the clock hung in the wall, will be at any moment.
Kyungsoo is late, again, or it’s just Baekhyun that arrived too earlier, but he doesn’t want to wait anymore and orders his drink. Just before the door clicks open revealing Kyungsoo, panting and with half of his face covered by a scarf and a beanie. He shakes off something white off his coat, and Baekhyun rolls his eyes; it’s not possible to be snowing already. He isn’t prepared for this. Kyungsoo takes off the coat and the scarf, hanging them at the rack near the door and proceeds to find a spot to sit.
Baekhyun intentionally gets up to get a napkin and knocks down the boy into the floor. This wasn’t his intention, but apparently it was really snowing and Kyungsoo’s shoes were a little slippery and now he’s seated at the floor, not comfortably, groaning and rubbing his hurt butt.
Kyungsoo lifts himself off the floor and clears the dirt out of his pants.
“You’re here early, Kyungsoo,” one of the waiters says.
“Yeah, I didn’t stay up until midnight yesterday and I saw the snow from my window and decided to come earlier and have the usual,” Kyungsoo says and sits at the stool, near the one Baekhyun was seated before.
Baekhyun coughs, trying to get the boy’s attention.
“I’m sorry. Was this seat yours?” Kyungsoo asks and gets up. Baekhyun shakes his head and sits on another one.
“I’m sorry for making you fall.” Kyungsoo didn’t notice Baekhyun before and looks wide eyed at him.
“It was you?” he asks. “It’s ok. It’s happened a lot this week; I’m a little used to it.” I don’t even know why, Baekhyun thinks and suddenly Kyungsoo looks back at him.
“Do I know you?” Kyungsoo asks.
“I don’t think you do.” Baekhyun rubs the back of his neck and plays with his hair; he didn’t plan this conversation.
“Here’s your tea Kyungsoo.” The same waiter hands him a cup that’s still blowing steam and Kyungsoo thanks him. Apparently Baekhyun was wrong about the coffee thing.
“I have to go, nice to meet you-” Kyungsoo stops talking. He throws some bills at the waiter and looks at Baekhyun with some hope in his eyes.
“I’m Baekhyun. And you’re Kyungsoo,” he affirms and offers his hand.
“How do you know? Wait, Sehun just said my name like two times. Sorry, I’m a little disconnected sometimes,” Kyungsoo apologizes and shakes Baekhyun’s hand.
“I really have to go now. It’s nice to meet you, Baekhyun. I’ll see you around.” Kyungsoo sips his tea and exits the shop, not forgetting to stop and put the coat and scarf back on.
Baekhyun sits back and the waiter, Sehun as he knows now, is looking at him with a weird expression on his face. Baekhyun promptly avoids eye contact with the latter and sips his now cold mocha.
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Baekhyun keeps going to the coffee shop because of his mission, he reassures himself. Every single morning, he wakes up with a smile on his face, even if it’s winter already. The snow decided to keep falling and everywhere he goes, he needs to be extra careful to not get himself hurt or sick.
He can’t say he’s in love with Kyungsoo; Baekhyun had never felt love in his life. But with every day he sees himself seated next to Kyungsoo at the coffee shop, he can’t deny he feels something. Even if he can’t address it at the moment, he knows that something is there. With every bit of new information about the boy that he learns, he feels himself becoming closer to him. This is one of the requirements of his mission and Baekhyun is kind of happy and not happy about this at the same time.
From the day he talked with Kyungsoo until now, a whole month of little conversations had passed, and as Baekhyun predicted he became more attached than he wanted. And it doesn’t help when he notices that little reminders have been sneaked under his door, don’t lose focus or don’t forget what you’re up to they say and he can’t ignore it, but he tries.
Today he’s going to the coffee shop again; the waiter Sehun keeps giving him the same knowing look. By now, Baekhyun’s used to it. It doesn’t mean that he’s not bothered by it because he still is.
He usually arrives earlier and sits at one of the tables and orders a drink; Baekhyun’s ordered almost the whole menu and lately he’d been spending his saved money on coffee, not that he really cares at this rate, and asks for a macchiato.
Baekhyun snaps out of his thoughts when someone, obviously no other than Kyungsoo, sits in front of him, holding a cup of tea with a smile.
“Good morning,” Kyungsoo greets before Baekhyun can say anything, so he just nods his head, acknowledging his presence.
“Today is my day off and I wondered if you’d be here,” Kyungsoo says. “I’m not sure how it sounds, but do you want to grab some lunch later?”
Baekhyun was drinking his macchiato when Kyungsoo made the invitation and now he’s a mess, choking on his drink and begging for air to fill his lungs. He feels Kyungsoo patting his back and gradually ceases the coughing.
“I’m sorry; I should’ve thought that you wouldn’t like the idea. I have to go hide in my apartment now, if you’ll excuse me.” Kyungsoo releases Baekhyun and attempts to leave the shop but he’s held back by Baekhyun’s hand on his arm.
“Where are we going for lunch?” Baekhyun hits his chest one last time and looks at Kyungsoo with a silly grin on his face.
“Can you give me your cellphone number?” Kyungsoo asks while taking his out of some pocket.
“I don’t have one,” Baekhyun replies, turning a light shade of red. He didn’t have money for one and he also wouldn’t really use it, so he just didn’t bother to buy one; he’d rather spend his money on good clothes than electronics, unless it’s a television. He can’t live without one.
Kyungsoo looks at him, surprised. Who doesn’t have a cellphone nowadays? Maybe Baekhyun is just different from most people, he thinks, and he takes a piece of paper out of his other pocket, writing something down with a pen he got from Sehun’s waiter apron.
He puts the cap of the pen back and throws it at Sehun’s direction; who looks like is used to Kyungsoo randomly borrowing it.
“You can meet me here at 12pm and we can go have lunch.” Kyungsoo places the paper at Baekhyun’s right hand palm and waves at him, bidding goodbye.
Baekhyun is still shocked at how Kyungsoo just suddenly asked him out for lunch, and he’s also really shocked at how his heart quickened when Kyungsoo looked at him with pleading eyes when he thought Baekhyun rejected the offer.
No, Baekhyun is definitely not infatuated by Kyungsoo.
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