đ„summary: Running away was useless in your world, but that didnât stop you from trying. But Baekhyun was skilled in finding anything. Especially if it was you. Especially if it was a chase. Traveling was his hunting sport.
đ„genre: slight smut&angst//mafia au!//adult themes//sexual content. maybe a part 2
Pride was a blessing and a curse. Turmoil and suffering with a little mix of pride made you the person you were today. The person who ran away no matter what. The person who would hide from trouble instead of face it straight on. There was never a problem that you have encountered that you faced. It wasnât like you. It scared you to confront something. But thatâs because the things you would have to confront, were things that could kill you. Death would look you right in the eyes if you had yours open. You witnessed your brother die right in your arms when you were only 5. You heard your mothers screams as you hid under the bed in a raid of your house. Your father, the only one left of you, was the one who told you itâs ok to run. But you canât run your whole life.
But thatâs all youâve done. You had to run. You were wanted. You were being hunted. You were the prey. You were a killer.
You killed once. You killed once and it was the end of your life. Your own life was on the brink of falling off a cliff and you had to do what you didnât think you would. With a gun to your chest you couldnât think straight. The only reaction was shoot. The gun in your hand firing a single bullet through his head. Through Minoâs head. And he was dead. And so were you.
Ever since then, you had a silver bullet with your name on it. And your father had a pretty bronze one just like yours. But it was not your fault. You were kidnapped, abused, used for ransom and information. You had no choice and everyone knows that. But a murder, is a murder. And you had to leave.
You left without anyone knowing. You couldnât tell your father, heâd be killed for information if not for being your father. So you told no one and left in plain sight. It would be less conspicuous if you did. You left while the house was busy; Chanyeol, Jongin Baekhyun, Junmyeon and your father all doing work to ensure your safety. The safety of a lost soul now leaving right under their noses. They said their goodbyes thinking you were only going to your daily shops. They made sure your driver took you everywhere and followed you in and brought you out. But you knew ways around that. Eyes werenât always on you. There were blind spots.
You went to the coffee place you always went to and got you and your driver a coffee. You added a little something to his, just to help you get away from him. You made a few stops around, grabbed a few things you would need for your escape. Only two hours later, you noticed your driver become sloppy. This was your time to leave and you took it. You left the shop with him waiting by the dressing room and called a cab to the outskirts of the city.
You had to go somewhere no one would figure youâd go. You had a condo in the city but thatâs exactly where theyâd look. But they wouldnât look in the woods. Your mother had a little cabin, not very little but it was homey. Only you two would go there while the boys were hunting or working. You figured youâd stay there for a few days until everyone cooled off.
You settled in and made sure to lock all the windows and doors. You turned off your location to all of your contacts. You only used lights of rooms you were in. You stayed off your phone and limited social interaction if you had to leave. But even then, it only took 3 hours before someone contacted you. Baekhyun.
âł B. : iâm looking for a little princess who seems to have lost her way home
âł B. : sheâs cute and funny. brown long hair and deep beautiful eyes. a really pretty smile that makes your heart flutter and a clearly useless brain if she thought she could run away
âł B. : so where is my princess? do you happen to know?
You had to answer. He was the last person you could stay away from. He was the last person to let you stay away from him.
âł you: yes.
âł B. : hey princess
âł B. : mind telling me where you slipped off to? youâd make me a really happy man
âł you: no.
âł B. : no? is that your final answer princess?
âł you: B donât do this.
âł B. : you give me no choice
And that scared you. You and Baek have a history no one knew about. Other than the obvious that you two were close. He was the one who found you after your brother and mother were killed. He was the one always finding you when you wanted to be lost. It was his title now. He was your hunter but he looked at it as your savior. And you knew there was nowhere you could go that he wouldnât find you. But you didnât mind it. You didnât mind if he found you. You didnât want to be found by anyone but him.
âł B. : tell me one thing? how do you think I feel when you run away?
âł you: Iâm not running away from you B
âł B. : it doesnât matter who youâre running from. you leave the only place thatâs safe for you.
âł you: I donât want to have any of you hurt
âł B. : it hurts me more that you leave my side
âł B. : it hurts me more that you think anywhere you go, I wonât follow until you canât run anywhere else.
âł B. : it hurts me more that when I look for pictures of you in my phone, youâre happy in my arms or my bed. and the next time I could see you, you could be dead because you donât know how to stay put.
He was doing what he always did. Made you feel guilty for leaving him. But he knew you didnât leave because of him. It was for your own good. But he would say it was being selfish. Itâs selfish to make him have to look for you whenever you wanted to be dangerous. But it was all you could do to keep them safe. But he would always say,
âł B. : I donât need your protection princess. I need you here with me to protect you. To love you the way you know I can.
It rips you apart. It breaks you down. He was good at breaking your wall enough to see through the crack. Thatâs how he always found you. But not this time. You couldnât let him in.
âł you: B let me do this. Iâm ok and safe.
âł B. : itâs not up to you anymore.
And that was game. He wouldnât listen to you. He wouldnât stop until his hands were somewhere on you.
The first 5 hours were the quietest. You needed to leave to keep him off your trail. You jumped state lines and stayed in one of your families camp houses. Staying in the woods was the best option. Heâd never looked or found you there. Youâd ran away enough to know his first places and last places heâd look for you. He didnât say anything until it was well into the midnight.
âł B. : on the move princess?
âł you: B stop.
âł B. : why would I?
He was getting into it now. If there was one thing he enjoyed, it was hunting. Hunting down his enemies, your enemies, your families enemies. But you, looking for you was his favorite sport. Because everytime he did, he was rewarded with your weakened heart craving nothing but his touch. He thought, at one point, that you would do this for the sake of getting him to find you. But he learned that you were just too scared to stay put.
Every hour heâd send you his location for the first 4 hours he was in the city. Then every 30 minutes heâd send you pictures of yourself and him. Some cute and innocent. His tactic to make you miss him but you were already missing him. You always did.
Then the pictures and messages got to be deeper. There were pictures of you in nothing. Pictures of you on top of him. Pictures of you that you sent to him. He was doing something you didnât get to see before. He would have found you by now. This must have been a new stage. And it was breaking you down.
âł B. : I miss my princessâŠ
âł B. : tell me where I can find her so I can do whatever she wants. anything my princess wants.
He was teasing you. He knew your weakness. You wanted to be his. But there was a father who wouldnât let that happen at home. But here, in the woods, he could have you and make you his; as loud as he wanted to. But you couldnât do it.
âł you: B please.
âł B. : I love it when you beg for me. Nothing makes me harder than your voice. Let me hear you.
You wanted to do nothing but let him hear you. You wanted nothing but to hear him. He was so devine when he wanted you. His voice deeper and huskier. You almost called him. Almost fell for his trap. But you knew he could track your call faster than anyone else.
âł you: B just stop. Itâs not working. Just go home.
âł B. : Iâm not going anywhere without you princess. You just wait until I get to you.
And you did. You wanted him to reach you. But you wouldnât go home even if he did. You werenât going back. But it was now the next morning and you needed to move.
You flew three states over. To the place that always rains. It was your favorite. Maybe it was a bad idea to hide in plain sight. The place where you would go to in a heart beat but then again it was so obvious that no one would look. So you thought.
âł B. : good morning princess ;)
âł B. : had a dream about you in my empty bed. wanna know what it was about?
âł B. : iâll tell you anyway. I tied you all up and told you never to leave me again. I did whatever I wanted to you. You liked it like you always do. You always have liked the way I fucked you donât you? What is it? Is it the way I touch you? Is it the way I talk to you? Tell me while Iâm still in bed so I can come and find you faster.
It was driving you crazy. He was good with his words. He was good with his hands and everything. He was good. Perfect. Thatâs what it was. But you wanted to tease him how he was teasing you. You figured he didnât find you yet because he liked this game. Heâd found you way faster any other time. And now you just wanted to be found. So much you wanted to go to him.
You didnât reply with words. You sent a picture. One of you in nothing sitting in the bed. Sitting on your knees with your legs open and chest perky and bare.
âł B. : dangerous to tease me like this
He replied with his own attachment. A photo of his chiseled body in silk sheets with his manhood in his hand. It burned your core.
âł B. : but you are a lot closer to me than you think princess ;) see you soon
How? How were you so dumb? The picture you sent showed your window. The grey skies and trees. But there was one thing that gave it all away. The clock on the wall. You could barely see it but he knew it better than anyone because he made it for you. He knew where you were. Exactly where you were. And heâd be there before you could get far. So you stayed.
Only 30 minutes later a knock on your door, soft and small, made your heart stop. You knew it was him. You put on a robe and walked to the door shaking. You werenât scared but you knew what he would do once his hands were finally on you. You opened the door to see him standing tall and triumphant. His princess in front of him. His chase finally over.
âHello Princess.â he said.
