He stared at you with his hungry eyes. You were oblivious, completely unaware of your surroundings, too busy preparing cold tea for him and yourself.
You invited him to your apartment, trying to be a good friend to him, as you see him often at your part time job place.
He was quietly sitting next to your kitchen table, his left elbow resting on it, still unable to take his devilish eyes off of your little form working in the kitchen. Your twinkling eyes; your slightly pouty lips; your soft cheeks; you. He wanted you all to himself.

But you were just so clueless, so innocent, so out of the world. You were like one of those frustrating dreams where you keep running ever so slowly, unable to speed up and reach your target; and you broke that dream by placing a glass of cold tea in front of him, tilting your head with a confused expression plastered on your face. "What's wrong?"

"Huh? Oh, nothing...never mind," he shook his head and took the glass in his hand, taking a sip. "This is really good," he smiled as he started taking huge gulps of the cold tea down his throat.

"Thanks... But I think you need to slow down before you-," he choked on the drink, and started caughing non-stop. You shot up and ran towards the sink to get him water. After he drank water, the atmosphere settled into a peaceful silence again, making you release a sigh of relief. Baekhyun did not look at you, he kept playing with the glass in his hands, his mind going more impatient by the second.

Just why can't you be mine already?

You gently took the glass from his hands and stood up to wash it and return it back where it was. It seemed as if you were talking to him by using small gestures.
He stood up quietly, and started walking closer to you, vicious like a snake, his eyes burning onto your back. Not being aware, you placed the glass back to its spot and turned around, finding yourself in front of a very messed up looking Baekhyun. You slightly jumped and gasped by his sudden presence. "Oh god, you scared me for a bit," you started turning to your left, when you felt a pair of hands on your shoulders.

"Y/n..." He called out, frustration evident in his velvety voice. His dark fringe covered his eyes, making him look like a rather sexy beast. "I like you, y/n... Is it that hard to see through me?" Your eyes widened, leaving your mouth slightly agape.

You did have a crush on him, but you haven't really thought about your deep feelings for him. "I like you, I like you so much..." He trailed off, tired of waiting for you, as he brought his face closer to yours. He then kissed you, crashing his lips onto yours, his slender fingers moving to the back of your neck, caressing the soft skin. You did not move. You were startled, but you did not move away from his addictive touch. You started enjoying it, absentmindedly bringing your hands to his brown, soft, smooth hair, and deepened the kiss. He smirked in between the kisses, pulling you closer to him, and moved you to the innocent kitchen table, without breaking the kiss. He pulled you up to sit on it, and you wrapped your legs around his waist, earning a beautiful moan from him.

You felt like you were addicted to him like he was a drug, his hot skin under your touch preventing you to break free from his magical cage, instead alluring you with every shade of beauty and charm. He had you in his grasp, mercilessly trapping you, and it made you draw out a harsh tug on his hair out of either frustration or pleasure, or probably both. You still liked his controlling side.

He started sucking on your bottom lip, pulling you even closer than before, if it was possible. You moaned softly and let him trail his lips down to your neck; he moved your hair out of his way and licked his lips seductively before latching them onto the skin, earning himself a moan. He slowly started sucking onto your skin, aiming for a mischievous hickey; you bit your lip, trying to hide your moans that somehow escaped in the air whenever you lost the battle against them. You tightened your legs around his waist, as he moved back to your lips, kissing you passionately.
You liked him, enjoyed his presence that comforted you in every way, and so you wanted to give it a chance. You gently pulled away from him, smiling at his little whine, and whispered against his lips. "I like you, too."