So I just posted my Baekhyun story request but I thought I should post here as well since some of my friends are also authors :) Take a look guys and if you're interested DM me or send me a message on my wall! 

Seeking a co-author to work with me on this story. I have a direction but I have less time than I would like to work on the story. This is an romance, but that doesn't matter as long as you can write well with me. I'd like for my applicants to have time to devote to the story as well as help me to write chapters(bouncing off ideas and such). Also it wouldn't hurt if you knew something about BaekHyun and EXO. Check out what I've got below and see if you're interested. If so apply or DM me.

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Starring BaekHyun of EXO

Two people are brought together by their meddling grandparents. Neither wants the other but they may end up being just what the doctor ordered:

The Byun corporation’s chairman is a close friend to my grandmother. And her grandson will soon be my husband. After years of schooling to become a biologist and enduring martial arts training that has made me a lethal weapon, I realize I have been groomed to be the perfect wife... and the perfect body guard.

EXCERPT

Byun BaekHyun's laugh echoes around the campus green and I bite back an irritated curse when I hear it. Like always he's surrounded by a gaggle of girls, all of them flirty desperate types that want the status that comes from having slept with one of the hottest guys on campus. And the thought of it made me sick.

I ignore their eyes pointedly as I walk by, confident in the fact that I know fifteen different ways to incapacitate them all in less than two minutes flat; who needs to exchange giggles with a cute guy?...----

Shocked that he's calling out to me, even more shocked that he knows my name, I face BaekHyun with narrowed and suspicious eyes. But that doesn't last long because when I get a good look at him, it's all I can do not to gasp. If it's possible he's grown even more handsome over the years, the soft curve of his jaw more defined than in the past, the caramel color of his eyes making me want pull him in closer so I can get a better look.

He smiles at me, more of a smirk than a true smile and my heart starts pounding a mile a minute. The traitorous .

“Yes,” I say icily, my head upturned to stare at him. It's irksome because at one point, before his growth spurt, I had been taller than him. For some reason having to look up at him now makes me unbearably flustered and I want tamp down on any possible fluttering feelings. ‘What do you think this is,’ I tell myself sternly. ‘You're not Cinderella at the ball, so get it together.’

“Don't I know you from somewhere?” His smooth voice says again and immediately all the butterflies stop clapping and a ball of ice forms in the deep pit of my stomach. Of course, he has no clue who I am despite the fact that our grandmothers are best friends; even though we went to the same high school and college together. For more than six years we've been in the same orbit. But I'm the only one who noticed.

“You've probably seen me around; we do go to the same school.” I'm talking fast, trying to make sense of why my feelings are hurt. “What did you want?”

“You dropped your book. Your name was inside so I called you.”

He places the heavy volume in my hands, the complete works of Arthur Conan Doyle bound in red leather. The book was a gift from my parents and I can't believe I'd almost lost it. I look up to tell him thank you but he's already gone, his flock of women coming to surround him once again.

I pretend not to care while I walk to the campus parking lot and get into my car. What did I expect? The Heir to the Byun multibillion dollar fortune wouldn't notice me even if I bit him on the . And I should be ok with that, I didn't want to be on the list of his conquests. My resolves though, they didn't keep my heart from shrinking in my chest.