i n t h e e n d i t’s h i m & i.

t h e r e a l m a s t e r p i e c e

i s y o u r l o v e.

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̷̨̨͕̖̳̬̗̠̩̲̐́͗́̿̿͜

y o u a r e m y

m a g i c.

s e n s u a l.

i l l u s i o n.

Only Forever 003

Originally posted by hyunniebaeked

How long could you wait for the love of your life to decide you are his as well? How many times could you witness all his best moments of winning over agencies and the amount of clothes left overnight from his daily one night stands?

Main Masterlist|Bookclub zone|Chapter 3✓

networks—@superm-net @/bbh-net @/exowritersnet

pairing —Baekhyun x You

word count—1.8k

genre — model! baekhyun, playboy! baekhyun, friends to lovers! romance, angst, fluff, smut (eventually)

[This chapter contains:fluff, anddd “chemistry.”]

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Chapter 3

Let’s just go with the connection, give me your affection

“Go out with me.”

Okay—that’s not what you expected to hear from your best friend at 4 in the morning. It hasn’t even been 24 hours since you’ve last seen each other. Couldn’t he have asked you this last night when he dropped you off at your apartment? “What?” your voice comes out rough. You blow away an annoying strand of hair, noticing its messy state spread across your satin pillows. Your sleeping cap must have fallen off in your sleep… Why did he wake you up again?

“Go out with me today,” Baekhyun repeats with an annoying, (yet endearing,) whiny edge to his voice. He sounds too perky to be awake at this hour. What the hell? “Please? I need you.”

“Whoa whoa whoa,” you slowly sit up with your phone pressed to your ear, running a hand through your tangled hair. “Back up. What’s up? What’s going on?”

“I have a photoshoot today,” he shares casually. As if that explains everything. “I need you to accompany me.”

“And why do I have to be there?” you ask dryly, completely unamused. You had plans to clean your dusty apartment, restock your fridge, and go look for a part-time job to help you through your last year of college today. Yet here you are, rudely awakened by your best friend who came in like a wrecking ball like the fluffy-haired idiot he is.

Baekhyun immediately picks up on your tone. He huffs over the phone and you just knowhe’s sporting a pout on his unfairly handsome face right now.

—Handsome?Did you just call him handsome after he woke you up at this ungodly hour?! You fall back into your satin pillows and throw an arm over your face, cursing the humidity of the stuffy room. It’s already hot as hell and the sun won’t be up for another hour. You don’t know who you want to smack more: Baekhyun or yourself. Now the raven has resorted to muttering incoherently under his breath.

“No reason,” he mumbles petulantly.

Oh? Really now? You roll your eyes. “Baekhyun.”

“Nope.”

Oh, he’s not an idiot; he’s a damn menace. “Baek-”

“None at all.”

“Okay then,” you chirp with finality, pulling the phone away from your ear. “Goodnight-”

“Wait, wait!” he yells distantly over the line, “…this is embarrassing.”

You slap your forehead in exaggeration. Spit it out, man!!!

“You know the new makeup artist assistant that I told you about…?” he mumbles lowly.

“Yes…?”

“Yeah well,” Baekhyun clears his throat. “We hooked up a week before our vacation. I keep trying to drop hints that we will never be more than a one-time thing, but she keeps acting like she’s in love with me!”

His words make you freeze. Ah yes, your vacation is over. Your peace of mind is ruined. Your favorite illusion of having Baekhyun all to yourself is done for. Now you’re back in the real world, with real problems—

“She’s dumber than a doorknob,” he mutters darkly.

In the form of a puppy-eyed casanova.

You take a deep breath, lean your head back, and pinch the bridge of your nose. This fucking playboy, what the hell are you going to do with this man? You’re seconds away from just hanging up on him and he’s stillmuttering to himself.

“Women, I swear,” he grumbles, scoffing in disbelief. “Let them suck youoff once and suddenly-”

“OKAY,” you yell into the phone, slapping a hand on your forehead again. “I get it. Spare me the details PLEASE.” Your voice cracks under the weight of your shrill pleads. The last thing you want and the last thing you needto hear is the details of his sexcapades. It’s way too early in the morning for this shit. “I’ll be there, but-” an explicit threat rings loudly in your lowered tone. “If she jumps me, Baekhyun, I’m suing the shit out of both of you.”

“Okay~” he breezily agrees, sounding more cheerful than ever. “Thank you~~~ I love you.”

“You better,” you grumble, hanging up with a roll of your eyes and a smile on your lips.

♡—♡-♡—♡—♡-♡—♡

You sigh for what feels like the hundredth time this morning, hoisting your bag further up your shoulder and hurrying down the street. Times like this you wish you had your own car. You had planned to look up a few car dealerships today as well, but now you’ve hopped off the third bus of the day to reach the busiest side of town and Baekhyun has sent at least 20 texts in the past 5 minutes alone. You swear when you find him you’re gonna chew his ass out.

After 10 minutes of walking around in circles, you finally find the designated building you are looking for. A little brick structure tucked away from the floor-to-ceiling businesses lining the main road. If only the raven had mentioned that along with the address he sent you earlier. “Would have been helpful,” you mutter over the edge of your coffee cup, watching countless people walk back and forth from the front entrance to the parking lot.

Sighing with a roll of your eyes, you take off your blazer and throw it over your shoulder, holding it between your fingers. Of all the days to be out and about all the way across town, Baekhyun just hadto pick the hottest day of the month. Then again, he’s been indoors and avoiding this smothering summer heat for who knows how long.

You quickly chug the rest of your coffee, tossing it into a trashcan tucked away in a nearby alley. When you reach the front of the building, you show your ID to the security guards before they let you in. The second you slip into the air-conditioned place, an all-too-familiar voice calls your name. You turn your head, a complaint resting on the tip of your tongue until your wide eyes fall on him.

Baekhyun smirks at you from across the room, sitting back in his chair with his legs crossed and chin propped up on his laced fingers. You hate how easily he can silence your protests with a single smokey gaze. The eyeliner around his brown eyes doesn’t help you in the slightest. It only sharpens his mischievous stare and the questioning quirk of his brow.

You jolt out of your intense eye contact when someone brushes past you, a handful of wire hangers digging painfully into your back. A hiss escapes your tightly sealed lips as you rub the throbbing area, snapping your narrowed eyes back to your laughing best friend. Jerk. Your lips twitch when you march your way over to him, the clicks of your shoes echoing across the quiet room.

“Enjoying yourself?” you raise a brow, crossing your arms.

“Now that my dove is here,” he cheekily grins, wrapping his arms around your waist. He looks you over curiously, his brown eyes sparkling with wonder. “Why are you-”

“Dressed like this?” You finish, relaxing in his embrace. “I have a job interview this afternoon.”

Baekhyun frowns, idly curling a lock of your hair around his finger. “Today?”

“Today,” you nod, confused by his behavior. He’s pretty touchy in this room full of strangers—in the middle of a photoshoot nonetheless. “So you better finish up soon…” your eyes widen when he leans forward and rests his forehead on yours.

“Don’t worry,” he murmurs, caressing your cheek. His brown eyes flicker over to something behind you. “It will all be over soon.”

“Excuse me!” a shrill voice exclaims in your ear.

You flinch back, turning to face them with a glare.

The woman glares right back at you, pushing her glasses up the bridge of her nose. “Mr. Byun will be called on set in 5 minutes and we don’t have any more chairs,” she says snobbishly, raising her chin. The longer she talks in her annoying voice, you remember exactly why Baekhyun called you here. “I’m afraid I’m going to have to ask you to-”

“Ah, that’s no problem!” Baekhyun interjects cheerfully. Too cheerful. In fact, that’s the only warning you get before he’s pulling you onto his lap. Surrounding you with his alluring vanilla and citrus scent.

You gasp, instinctively resting your hands on his chest. Thankfully your knee-length pencil skirt is form-fitting, hiding your modesty from the room full of curious eyes. However the downside of it is your inability to move freely while your legs are draped over Baekhyun’s right thigh.

“My darling can sit right here,” he smiles charmingly, tucking his hand under your chin and urging you to face him. “Right, baby?”

Oh. Your eyes and mouth twitch. He is so going to get an earful of complaints later for this. If you weren’t so busy trying to ignore how firm his chest is, you’d snap at him with a witty comeback.

The assistant abruptly snaps her head around and stomps away with a hateful scowl and burning cheeks.

You cut your narrowed eyes back over to the cheeky raven grinning beside you. “You owe me.”

“I do,” he agrees, wrapping his arms securely around you.

“I’m serious,” you mutter between gritted teeth, fixing the collar of his red and white striped shirt.

Baekhyun tilts his head, a gentle smile tugging at his lips. “I know, dove.” The warmth in his brown eyes pulls you in like a moth to a flame. A deer caught in the line of headlights. “Anything you want,” he murmurs, cupping your cheek. “It’s all yours.”

“I’ll hold you to that,” you mutter softly, clearing your throat and looking away. Anywhere that isn’t those sparkly brown eyes trying to break your resolve and the assistant burning her stare into the side of your face. You swear when you get out of here there will be hell to pay.

“When haven’t I fulfilled a promise?” he asks humoredly.

A grin instantly forms on your face. “Junior year,” you mention happily at a louder volume, feeling his arms tense around you. “When you-”

“Oops, time to go hahaha,” he laughs awkwardly, lifting you up bridal style so he can stand. He gently sets you down on your feet and rubs the back of his neck. “Duty calls,” he murmurs with a sheepish smile, the tips of his ears turning red.

You muffle your laugh when he trips over his feet on his way to the other side of the room, hiding your smile behding your hand when he looks back to glare playfully at you. You rest your chin on your palm while watching him pose in front of the flashing cameras. He’s such a natural. It’s rare that you get to see him like this. In his element. Posing in various black and white outfits. He’s not a world-wide known model for just any reason.

Baekhyun tilts his head slowly and looks down with a shy smile hours later. “Isn’t this too sexy?” he asks the directors, bashful over his exposed collarbones and chest on display. The scarf around his neck sways softly when he laughs at the giggling staff and looks over at you.

A smile curls at your lips. You don’t mind the view. You wish you could stay like this forever. Just him and you.

Part 1|Part 2|Part 3✓ | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7 | Part 8 | Part 9 | Part 10 |

A/N:This Baekhyun is cheeky as always (>.<) Thank you for reading!