[ｏｎｇｏｉｎｇ］ An unexpected love story between an arrogant high school boy and the most feared man in the underground world. "You see, your parents did a very big mistake. They didn't do their job properly and efficiently, causing one of my partners to be executed. So, you'll have the right to choose between my two choices. Join us, your parents get to live. Decline, they die" It took Baekhyun a second before processing his words properly, "What do you mean by, join us?" Chanyeol just softly smiled at him before replying, "Into our mafia, Baekkie" 『。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。』

Baekhyun has been in love with Park Chan since the day they met. They are best friends and Baekhyun can tell him anything except for his true feelings. On top of that Chan has a girlfriend who makes an extra effort for Baekhyun's life to be more miserable. What will Baekhyun do when his best friends twin brother Park Yeol starts showing an interest towards him? Will Chan ever see Baekhyun as more than a friend?

Will Byun Baekhyun, the school's fuckboy, be able to get away from a depressed meme freak (aka his ex-boyfriend) called Park Chanyeol? -CB/BY fanfic-

Reality is nothing compared to a perfect dream we all have, as the story of two young men with different realities unfold, expectations are failed and secrets are revealed. [COMPLETED] © chanbaekings, 073116 - 050317

[English] A ChanBaek/BaekYeol fanfiction. ===== This fiction is pure my imagination. PLAGIARISM IS A CRIME!!

When 22-year-old Baekhyun accidentally swapped phones with Park Chanyeol, the aloof heir to a powerful company, it felt like nothing more than bad luck. But their lives kept crossing, and what started as banter and coincidence turned into something dangerous to want. When Chanyeol's father offered Baekhyun a glittering internship, the truth became clear: it wasn't an opportunity, it was a trap. With their age gap under scrutiny, campus gossip at his back, and corporate knives at his throat, Baekhyun had to decide: was loving Chanyeol worth losing everything else? A/N: A new version currently in progress.

Baekhyun's first time in the US goes horribly wrong when his stalker follows him. One night while going through his mail he comes across a letter from tbe stalker. His first instinct is to call the police and when they get there they are there to stay. One of them causing Baekhyun to feel a little thump in his chest.

Chanyeol found himself engulfed in a profound sense of despair and desolation, a heavy weight pressing down upon him as he navigated the unexpected shift that had turned his life upside down. The once vibrant colors of his existence faded into shadows, leaving behind only echoes of warmth that seemed to have abandoned his heart. It was a chilling emptiness that gnawed at him relentlessly, a reminder of all that he had lost and could never reclaim. In his darkest moments, he was faced with a harrowing choice: would he dare to put Baekhyun's life at risk, clinging to the fleeting hope that such a gamble could reignite the fire within, or would he confront the grim reality of his cursed fate? Five long, agonizing years had slipped through his fingers like sand, and during that time, everything had changed. Time, it seemed, had a way of dulling even the most intense feelings, leaving behind only a lingering haze of what once was. Chanyeol grappled with the possibility that perhaps love was not immune to the passage of time; perhaps it, too, could fade into obscurity. Yet, deep within the recesses of his mind, a flicker of curiosity ignited. What if there were layers to their story yet to be uncovered, secrets that had remained buried, waiting to see the light of day? What if there was more in this world that had yet to be uncovered, waiting to disrupt the fragile balance of his life? What if both of their essence was entwined with a truth far more significant than either of them had realized - a hidden identity with the power to alter everything they knew? As these thoughts swirled through his mind, Baekhyun stood on the precipice of revelation, yearning to unearth the mysteries that loomed before him, even as the weight of his choices pressed heavily upon his heart. @exotic_derp All Rights Reserved.

Baekhyun knows what he wants. Or at least he thinks he does until a chance hookup with a gorgeous stranger in a club reveals submissive tendencies he didn't even know he had... Pairing: Chanyeol x Baekhyun Baekhyun: 18 years old. Slutty little brat. Attention whore. In need of a good spanking. Chanyeol: 24 years old. Natural dominant with a weakness for pretty things. * * * This is the original and ONLY copy of this story. It was published back in February 2018 on AFF (link to the original published document in my bio) for the EXO fandom and has now been uploaded here due to attempts to plagiarise it for use within another fandom. Any further copies of this fic will have legal action taken against it. This is a heavily BDSM-themed fic and has been rated adult in nature. It contains the following: Bondage and discipline Rope bondage Bottom Byun Baekhyun Top Park Chanyeol ChanBaek Submission Discipline Consensual kink Dirty talk Face sitting Face fucking Slapping Breath-play Spanking Rimming Situational humiliation Exhibitionism Puppy play Butt plugs Blowjobs Frottage Finger sucking Fingering Anal plug Anal beads Daddy kink Praise kink Temperature play Begging Nipple play Nipple clamps Orgasm delay/denial Orgasm control Simultaneous orgasm Sensation play Come-marking Bruises Blindfolds Restraints Comeplay Choking Oral sex Dominant Park Chanyeol Submissive Byun Baekhyun Cuddling & snuggling Oral fixation Hand feeding Tears Over-stimulation Cock warming Safeword use Aftercare All rights reserved - Misunkun.

Douleur. Douleur et... amour. Ou peut-être juste, liberté. " Bien souvent, une douleur en chasse une autre. L'une compense l'autre. Les sensations, c'est toujours relatif. " _Haruki Murakami " Quand la musique nous touche jusqu'aux larmes, larmes sans cause apparente, nous ne pleurons pas par excès de ravissement, comme le suppose Gravina, mais par excès de douleur impatiente et impétueuse, de ce que nous ne pouvons encore, simples mortels, éprouver la plénitude de ces extases surhumaines que la musique nous fait entrevoir dans un aperçu indéfini et précurseur. " _Edgar Allan Poe _03.12.16