Genre: EXO AU, Bodyguard Baekhyun AU
Characters: Baekhyun x Reader
Warning: Angst, Smut, Fluff
Word Count: 3.8k
Summary: A high-profile merger at work brings on the need for a bodyguard to protect you. Initially, you chafe under the watchful eye of your bodyguard, Baekhyun, but as you spend more and more time together, your feelings grow into something more.
A/N: Hello, everyone! I’m back at it with another Bodyguard Baekhyun one-shot. This was originally a potential start for a request I received, but didn’t quite fit with where that was going. I’m so pumped to have brought this story to life, enjoy! Please comment, like, and re-blog for others to find and follow me for more EXO fanfic content!
P.S. I tried to add a page break, but it's not working, so maybe my story is too long? If you know how to fix this, let me know!
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“A bodyguard for me? Is this really necessary, sir?”
“Yes, Y/N. This is very necessary and I’m sure you know why.” Mr. Kim didn’t slow his stride as he glided down the hallway.
And you did. Kim Holdings was in the middle of an important business acquisition, which put your boss, Mr. Kim, in the public spotlight more than ever before. For the most part, the acquisition had been going smoothly, but lately there’d been problems with competitors causing trouble, likely scared of losing business in the face of two already-powerful companies coming together.
So far, it had been only idle threats, but Mr. Kim wasn’t one to fool around where safety was concerned. Mr. Kim had hired a team of 24/7 bodyguards to ensure the safety of himself and his closest staff members, which as his secretary, also included you.
This was precisely how you found yourself constantly shadowed by a dark-haired, muscular man in a suit, whom you were yet to see without his signature sunglasses, even indoors. You knew the man was just doing his job, but you weren’t used to the constant supervision and (admittedly) necessary invasions of privacy. Had to go to the bathroom? The man needed to check each and every stall before you could go in. Wanted to run to the convenience store for a few snacks? Not without an escort.
All in all though, you had to admit that you did feel safer. You weren’t 100% sure how viable the threats from Mr. Kim’s competitors were, but you slept better knowing that Baekhyun was there keeping you safe. Over the course of the next few months, you grew used to having him around. In the past, you’d been so used to doing everything on your own, it now felt odd whenever he wasn’t right beside you.
After months together, you knew you were falling into dangerous territory with him and you felt that–just maybe–things were different for him too. Two weeks ago, you’d been moaning about being too tired to cook and Baekhyun, with a twinkle in his eye, had suggested going out for a change. He’d whisked you away to an intimate rooftop restaurant, decked out in fairy lights and serving the best Italian food you’d ever had. He’d watched you with fire in his eyes as you’d devoured your meal, licking the fork clean after each course. As he had walked you home, your hands had bumped and you’d hoped he might join your hand with his own. At your door, you’d lingered, any excuse to be near him longer. His hand had risen, as though to brush your cheek, but as his fingers hovered mere inches from your skin, you saw the change in his eyes. Where there’d been fire was now ice and he’d all but lept to put distance between you, leaving you where you stood with a gruff, “Good night” thrown over his shoulder.
Though you hadn’t exactly expected anything from the stoic man, your pride had stung when he’d all but pretended like nothing had happened. Not wanting to come off as desperate or needy, you’d outwardly pretended everything was fine, even as your mind spun in circles wondering about Baekhyun’s feelings. Had you misconstrued his sense of duty towards you as something more than it was? As the days passed, you were desperate to think about something else, anyone else, so desperate in fact, that you’d actually said yes when a colleague had offered to set you up on a blind date with an old school friend of hers.
Coming home from a long day of work, you readied yourself for the evening’s festivities, choosing a dress that made you look and feel drop-dead gorgeous. As you watched yourself in the mirror, you felt a pang in your chest, wishing it were Baekhyun you were dressing up for. Stop it, Y/N. You’re going to go out tonight and have a great time with Jin. And not think about Baekhyun, you added silently. You were in the midst of curling your hair when you heard a soft knock at your bedroom door.
“Come in,” you invited, knowing exactly who it was, not deviating from your task.
“Y/N, I wanted to check with you on the—,” Baekyun’s words trailed off.
You turned your head to see Baekhyun, decked out in his usual all black ensemble, mouth open mid-sentence, as though someone had pressed the pause button on the television.
“You’re all dressed up, Y/N. Where are you going? I didn’t see anything else listed on your schedule for today.” Baekhyun whipped his phone out of his pocket, no doubt verifying what he’d just said.
“I’m going on a blind date, Baekhyun,” you replied, turning back to your mirror. You’d been avoiding having this conversation with him and it would be easier if you didn’t have to see the judgment in his eyes.
“You’re going on what?”
“A blind date.”
Hearing nothing but silence from behind, you finished your hair and double-checked your makeup one last time before getting up to exit your bedroom, leaving Baekhyun where he stood. You grabbed your purse and bent down to put on your heels at the front door.
“Why didn’t I know about this blind date, Y/N? You’re supposed to clear these things with me ahead of time.” Baekhyun peppered you with questions, a hard note entering his voice.
“Because I just made the plans?”, you retorted, shrugging your shoulders. “You should just relax, maybe take the night off…..”
“Relax? Relax? I can’t relax, Y/N? If I relax for even a second, you could get hurt. Who even is this guy you’re going out with?”
“An old friend of Brenda’s from work,” you supplied nonchalantly, swiping through your phone to hold up his picture for Baekhyun’s perusal. The man was very good-looking, well-dressed and had a warm smile, the type you’d usually go for–though lately, tall, muscular, and serious was more your type. Still, with the wall Baekhyun had erected between the two of you, you knew you couldn’t–wouldn’t wait around pining for a man that might never want you back. “He’s an accountant, has his own house, and comes from a good family,” you continued, eyebrows raised, daring him to find fault with your squeaky-clean suitor.
A dark look passed over Baekhyun’s face. “I’m going with you, obviously,” Baekhyun stated behind gritted teeth.
“Suit yourself,” you replied, not bothering to wait for a response as you headed out the door.
Hours later, you threw open the door to your apartment, not bothering to close it knowing Baekhyun was only steps behind you. Kicking your shoes off and throwing your purse on the floor, you rounded to face the man who had single-handedly ruined your night. You’d gotten to the restaurant and everything had been fine, but all through the dinner, from the start to finish, you’d felt Baekhyun’s eyes on the two of you. Baekhyun had made a point to seat himself only two tables over, facing your date, his gaze never wavering. His physical closeness coupled with the tight black shirt he wore, made it really hard to concentrate on what Jin was saying. That damn shirt with one too many buttons undone. That made you imagine things you shouldn’t be imagining when you were on a date with a perfectly nice accountant.
Unfortunately, Jin’s discomfort had been also palpable, his eyes frequently wandering Baekhyun’s way, no doubt confused as to why a burly man in a suit was giving him the death stare. At the end of the date, he’d dropped you back at your house with a “this has been fun”; however, you had a feeling you wouldn’t be seeing him again. You rounded on Baekhyun, ready to chew him out.
“What the hell was that, Baekhyun?” You were fuming. What right did he have to insert himself in your personal life like that?
“What was what?” Baekhyun replied with fake innocence, pretending that he didn’t know exactly what you were talking about.
“That! All of that!”, you spat, gesturing wildly in exasperation. “You sat there like a panther ready to pounce if Jin so much as tried to touch my hand.”
“I’m just trying to keep you sa–”
“Would you stop with the ‘keeping you safe’ crap?”, you yelled, cutting him off. “I’m so tired of that being your excuse for everything!”
“It’s not an excuse, Y/N, it’s my job, it’s always been my job.” Baekhyun’s stony, serious side was back, his level of detachment infuriating you.
“Oh yeah? Well in case you haven’t noticed, that job description doesn’t include scaring off potential boyfriends,” you countered.
“A boy…a perfect way to describe him, ” Baekhyun backhandedly agreed, “and not good enough for you,” he finished, a new tone coloring his words.
“Then who is enough for me, Baekhyun?”, you questioned, voice gone throaty. “If you’ve got something to say, just say it.” For once, just drop the act, you silently pleaded. You sauntered up to him, stopping just close enough to fasten that button. You could feel your heart beating faster as you shared his space, the scent of his earthy cologne wreaking havoc on your brain and you barely stopped yourself from burying your face in his shirt.
Baekhyun froze, becoming still as a statue the minute your hands were on him. The only detectable movement was the slow blinking of his eyes, which remained trained on you like a hawk stalking its prey. You waited with bated breath, willing him to touch you, imagining what his hands on your bare skin would feel like. You waited. And waited. But Baekhyun remained rooted where he stood, though you could see the storm raging behind his beautiful, brown irises.
Doubt flooded your body in a swift wave, heat suffusing your cheeks. Stupid, you thought, you should have known better than to think this time would be different. Withdrawing your hand, you turned away, ready to retreat to your room in humiliation. Two strong arms encircled your waist, stopping you in your tracks.
“Don’t go, Y/N,” Baekhyun implored, his husky rasping in your ear.
“Why? So you can just pull away again?”, you questioned, a tremor in your voice. “That night after the restaurant, I thought–,” you stopped, “I guess it doesn’t matter what I thought because I was wrong.”
You felt Baekhyun fervently shake his head. “No–no, you weren’t wrong, Y/N. I wanted you–I still want you,” he declared.
You couldn’t believe what you were hearing. “Then why–”
“I was scared,” Baekhyun responded, cutting you off, “I’ve never felt this way before, about anyone, and then I met you–and you were everything–but you were also my job, and I knew I couldn’t cross that line.”
“Then what should I do, Baekhyun?”, you said hopelessly, voice cracking with emotion, “I like you so much–more than anyone I’ve ever met–but I can do this anymore, I can’t keep giving and get nothing in return.” Tears leaked from the corners of your eyes as you talked, making long, wet tracks down your cheeks. If it was possible, Baekhyun’s arms squeezed around you even tighter.
“Don’t cry, my love,” Baekhyun begged softly, placing gossamer kisses into the crook of your neck. He turned you to face him, taking your face in his hands and using his thumbs to gently brush away your tears. He gathered you into his arms, pressing your head against his chest as he stroked your hair in a soothing cadence.
Closing your eyes, you felt supremely comforted by his nearness, the warmth of his body acting like a blanket. You weren’t sure how long you stood there in Baekhyun’s arms, you only knew that you didn’t want it to end. Feeling your eyelids getting heavier and heavier, you drifted off to the steady rhythm of Baekhyun’s heartbeat beneath your cheek. Suddenly, you were floating, your body moving towards your room. Tucked into bed, soft lips against your forehead sent you headfirst into dreamland.
The next morning you awoke, cocooned in your soft blankets, half-wondering whether the events from yesterday had been real or just a very lifelike dream. Floating on a cloud from the night before, you were eager to see Baekhyun, giddy at the knowledge that he felt the same way as you. Looking around however, you saw no sign of him. Thinking he might be waiting for you in the living room, you forced yourself up from your bed to go investigate. Padding from room to room, each time you expected to find him, lounging in a chair in the living room, or cooking breakfast in your kitchen, but each time you were disappointed when your search came up empty. Anxiety rising in your chest, you retrieved your phone, punching in his number and waiting for the call to connect. When your call went voicemail you hung up confused, you’d always been able to get in contact with him no matter what. You typed out a quick text and sent it off, nervously tapping your nails against the counter as you waited for a reply.
Nothing. No text. No call. Just nothing. At first, you thought it was a mistake, as the hours passed, you told yourself it just had to be. But as time went on, your heart sank lower and lower in your chest. When your phone had rung, you’d dashed for it like a lifeline, willing it to be Baekhyun on the other end. But it hadn’t been, it had been your boss. He’d told you about Baekhyun’s “sudden transfer” and advised you “not to worry”, assuring he’d send over a replacement ASAP. A part of you wished you didn’t know, that you could have lived in denial, rather than face the truth. Face the truth that mere hours after Baekhyun had whispered words of love so tenderly in your ear, he’d all but abandoned you.
Going through the motions of your day helped to deal with the loneliness that seemed to follow you like a shadow. Your new bodyguard, Ji-hoon, was polite and good-natured, following you to and from work like a loyal labrador. Soon, the weeks flew by and you were constantly on the go as the merger came and went in the blink of an eye. After a suitable amount of time, Mr. Kim pulled back the tight security he’d put in place, satisfied that any apparent danger from his business acquisition had passed. With Ji-hoon gone, your life was almost back to the way it had been before him. You were proud of the way you’d bounced back, going out with friends, accepting blind dates, the hurt only showing when you were lying awake in bed at night.
Tonight, you had a date with a colleague from work, an enthusiastic young man from the Sales department, who had smoothly asked you out for dinner one day as you waited in line at the company coffee shop. Very aware that you were still nursing a broken heart, you pushed yourself to go, knowing you couldn’t hang onto your heartbreak forever. He had picked you up from your apartment, and took you out for dinner followed by a stroll through the park. You found yourself laughing for the first time in a while, enjoying his easy going company. When he dropped you off, you went so far as to let him kiss you on the cheek. Maybe, just maybe, you thought, standing there after he pulled away.
Fishing your keys out of your bag, you unlocked your door, ready for a nice, warm bath and a good sleep. Tossing your keys on the side table, you felt around with your hand for the light switch. The sound of a lamp being turned on made you jump, and suddenly the living room was bathed in a soft amber glow. Whirling to face the room, you were shocked to find Baekhyun seated in your favorite chair, eyes practically glowing like two pools of magma. Unable to process the sight in front of you, you stood there dumbstruck, unsure of what to say or do at his sudden reappearance in your life.
“What are you doing here, Baekhyun?”, you questioned, keeping your voice as steady as you were able. “Actually, a better question would be how are you here? I know I locked that door on my way out.” You crossed your arms as you delivered the backhanded accusation.
“You underestimate my skills, Y/N. Locks can’t keep me out,” Baekhyun said gamely. At your look of disdain, he amended: “You gave me a key, remember?” He held up the spare key you’d given him months ago, still on its Hello Kitty keychain.
“So I’ll repeat myself, what are you doing here, Baekhyun?”, you demanded, not to be sidetracked from your goal.
“I saw you with that man, Y/N, just now, you let him kiss you,” Baekhyun parlayed, ignoring your question once again. He stood up and strode towards you, stopping a few feet away, his eyes moving up and down your figure, as if memorizing you for later.
“And?”, you retorted, “What does that have to do with you?” You have no say in who I see or what I do, not anymore. You gave up that right when you left without a word!”
Vitriol laced your words as you finally voiced the anger you’d kept wrapped up inside. The gall of this man to think he had any claim over you. The audacity of this man to come before you, only now, after months of heartbreak. As you laid out your grievances one by one, you were left with a profound emptiness where anger had once resided. Anger was better, anger was safer, anger allowed you to keep up the wall against the all-encompassing pain in your heart. Finally, left with nothing, you wept, wept like you hadn’t allowed yourself to do since he’d been gone.
A pained expression washed over Baekhyun’s face and he moved to gather you in his arms, but you put up a hand to stop him, not ready to feel the touch of his skin against yours in your most vulnerable moment. Through your tears, you stared into his eyes, waiting for an explanation.
“I…I’m sorry, Y/N,” Baekhyun began, “I didn’t mean to hurt you. I know it sounds like an excuse, but it’s the truth. Believe it or not, I left for you—no really,” he insisted, as you scoffed. “The day I left you was the hardest day of my life. I watched you sleep and I knew, I knew I wanted you, but I couldn’t have you–not while you were a client, anyway. So I left. I told my boss I was done.”
“But still–why didn’t you say anything? Leave a note? Something to let me know what was happening?”, you choked out, words stuck in your throat as you reeled from this new information.
“I wanted to, Y/N, so badly, but I couldn’t. Per my contract, I couldn’t contact you at all until the assignment had been finished…And now that it has, nothing could keep me away.”
Sincerity rang through every word and you knew in your soul that the man was telling the truth. “I get it–I really do, Baekhyun, but you hurt me so bad. I woke up that morning thinking we were together, it took months of hard work to pick up the pieces and put myself back together,” you whispered, new tears silently tracking down your cheeks.
“Shh–baby–shhh,” Baekhyun soothed, pulling you into his arms to hold you tight.
As your tears soaked through his shirt, you basked in his nearness, and you finally, finally felt like you were home. Minutes passed as you both relished the feel of being in each other’s arms again. Lifting your face from his chest, you sought his eyes, the warm chocolate free from the former coldness of the past. You cupped his cheeks with your hands, feeling their velvety softness before pulling his lips down to meet your own, your lips coming together softly in a long-awaited “hello”.
A cloud of desperation crashed over you, and soon, you couldn’t get him close enough, lips coming together in a rapid dance that would seemingly never end. Baekhyun slowly backed you down the hall towards your room, careful that your bodies never separated, not even for a second. As he carefully lowered you onto your bed, you pulled him on top of you, sealing your lips together once again. Loving the feel of his weight pressing down onto you, you reached up to drive your fingers through his silky hair. Kissing his way from your mouth down to your neck, Baekhyun had you breathing hard, electricity flaring wherever his lips touched. Some time later, he removed your clothes, worshiping your body with his hands and lips. When he finally took you, tears entered your eyes as he moved over you with exquisite care. Kissing them away, he vowed with body and word to never leave you again. You crested together, finally feeling whole for the first time in a long time. Pulling you close to rest within his arms, you fell asleep to the cadence of his heartbeat and the sound of him telling you, “I love you.”
Over the next few months, the wounds in your heart slowly started to heal, thanks in no small part to Baekhyun’s diligence. Baekhyun didn’t push you for forgiveness, but showed you his sincerity through word and deed. After leaving his job, Baekhyun established his own private security firm with an old military buddy of his. No longer constrained by contractual obligations towards you, the serious Baekhyun had faded away to reveal the warm, charming man that you’d only ever seen brief glimpses of before. He spoiled you rotten, surprising you with home-cooked meals after long days at work and filling your office with so many roses you didn’t know what to do with them all. When he had to go away for work, he was meticulous in leaving you a note–always ensuring you knew he’d be back.
On the eve of your one-year-anniversary, he picked you up, producing a blindfold so the location could be a “surprise”. Leading you up a set of stairs, you heard the sound of the cicadas mixed with the far-off cacophony of the city traffic. Finally seated, your blindfold was removed to reveal the shining rooftop restaurant he’d taken you to so many months ago, the night you’d started to cede your heart to him. In front of you, however, was Baekhyun, bent down on one knee, his heart in his eyes as he asked you to be his wife. Sliding the sizable, yet deceptively simple ring on your finger, he pulled you close, music playing softly in the background as you swayed together.
Meeting his gaze with your own, you whispered the words in your heart: “You’re my forever, Baekhyun.”
Running his thumb over your bottom lip in the sweetest caress, he pulled you close, his lips at your ear. “Together forever, my love.”
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