A Helping Hand

Description

Byun Baekhyun was a man of many complications, it was hard to get bored of him - the way he spoke with such a derisive tone seemed to encapture the person on the receiving end. His life as a recluse of society made him even more fascinating and if encountered with his normal self, conversations would be able to flow freely. Yet, to this seeming demeanour of calmness and soothingness, there was another side to him. His life was something of trauma and excitement, a mix that if placed onto someone else, it would be alarming and disturbing but not to Baekhyun. Oh no, he loved the thrill of disaster and power of control.

It was as if he led a double life - excpet this was not something from a disney channel show nor a sappy film of acceptance.

However, Baekhyun had two rules that he had made for himself, rules that he would never seem to break.

Number One; If he had to go, he would go. If he found you boring, he would go. If he found you too inquisitive or suffocating, he would go. Baekhyun had always mastered the fine art of leaving and not giving a . It was a skill he had aquired over the last few years of running and adjusting.

Number Two; If he had to stay, he would stay. If he found you interesting, he would stay. If he liked you (for whatever that reason may be) he would stay. Now this, this is something Baekhyun would have to work on.

Then Park Chanyeol came along and everything took a turn from there.

Foreword

[ hello ! This is first Chanbaek fanfiction as of yet and also my first crimeau fic~ I hope it doesn't too much ah, have fun reading ! ]

 

{ Prologue – Fresh }

Baekhyun ran calloused fingers along the cool, metal rail, his nail ever so slightly catching and scratching the surface; a thin line of white appearing like a skater on ice. Air wrapped around him in figures of eights and blanketed his bare neck and exposed collarbones as a series of goose bumps decorated his skin as a body art. His legs packed tightly into thick leather, his thighs suffocating in the restriction that had followed only seconds after. Feet clad in steel cap boots, the laces tied up as if he was keeping his ankles hostages. The thin silk shirt flapped in the wind, the only support he had was another leather piece – a jacket. He was adorned with studs. His lip was connected to his ear by the simple complication of a piercing from his mouth upwards; a single chain dangling, the metal cupping his jaw every time he breathed in and out. His hair was a dark brown, that dark that it could arguably be black. It was in natural soft curls, all swept back behind his ears, except for the odd few strands that managed to cover his intoxicating eyes. And the way how his eyes followed every swirl of carbon dioxide that left his tainted mouth or the way how his smell seemed to overpower every single sense in a moment of lust. Perfect. Baekhyun absolutely loved it all.

Baekhyun was a man of complications, it was impossible for you to get bored of him. Every time you found something new about him, something else would pop up and would make you dizzy in the world of Byun Baekhyun. He spent his time as a recluse in his apartment not far from the second major city in South Korea – Busan. Only a few people knew about him and even they didn’t quite understand the male. There was Do Kyungsoo, a childhood friend or more a less, a brother. He and Baekhyun spent their early days growing up together and even into adult life they spent time together, even going as far to sharing an apartment with each other. Next was Kim Junmyeon, a graduate in psychology and social sciences. Junmyeon and Baekhyun knew each other whilst at university, them both taking the same courses of and frequently paired together for mass observations and projects. However, this growing friendship was cut short when Baekhyun left with no explanation for the other, just the university knowing that he had left due to ‘personal reasons’. Finally, there was Xiao Luhan who served coffee to Baekhyun at the local café/bookstore just minutes away from where Baekhyun lived. Despite just being a barista stuck making coffees and teas and hot chocolates all day (not to mention the awful pay) Luhan often made small talk with the male and during his breaks, he sat with Baekhyun and they both discussed minimal things that if with anyone else, they would be bored stupid.

And just to connect all of these dots together, just a little cynical twist to it all, Baekhyun was a murderer.

A murderer of many, some he knew, some he didn’t, some he remembered, some he didn’t.

All that mattered was, as of right now, he was being hunted and that he needed to kill.

And nothing would stop him.

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minvii #1
Chapter 1: please update soon authornim this story is so cuteeeeee