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@choi seungcheol. Baekhyun is trapped with a familiar eyes marking him, tracing his existence whenever they bound to meet. Occasionally, he would look forward to the end year festivities held by most national public broadcaster yet the main vocal seemed to having his own withdrawals over the gazes of his enthusiasts laid in front of him, all sparkling with excitement where he could hear the courageous screams from the fans. Well.. One of his enthusiast however has been bothering him ever since their frequent encounter – if he is considered one. Choi Seungcheol, is being intimidating as he could be. Baekhyun is terrified. Seungcheol's stare is cold as ice, unwavering, and stared deep into his soul. Each time he did, Baekhyun felt like a deer caught in a headlight. He wanted to hide from that hunter stare of Seungcheol's.

He didn't actually know the cause of why he feels intimidated of Seungcheol.

Their first exchanging talks are pleasant and it has made Baekhyun cannot even resist from the attraction of the leader. Drunken moments they used to have seemed to be tattooed in his mind – oh how foolish of him to be attracted of Seungcheol's sugarcoated words.. or was it sincere? Either way, Baekhyun shouldn't feel attracted in the first place to prevent such occasion to happen; to avoid Seungcheol's stare during events, music shows or shows in general. The possessiveness reflected in his eyes scare Baekhyun hence, he kept appropriate distance yet still fail to be unseen by Seungcheol's sharp gaze. No matter how hard he tried to distract himself from the male, Baekhyun always seemed to be conscious that he will be somewhere hidden, watching him like a stalker.

And so, he seek for comfort to his trustworthy member. He has ended up to be jumpy lately at the thought of Seungcheol's absence. It bothers him to see the male is missing in action yet he can sense the upcoming danger that will come to him in a flash. What an instinct for a prey.

The thought of the 'good chase game' as Seungcheol referred to send chills down to his spine. How could he, the owner of short legs and height able to escape from the male? Sure, he can hide but he will be found quite easily, considering Seungcheol's talent at being obsessive towards the smaller. Shaking his thoughts from the terrifying image of him being captured by him, Baekhyun flashes a nervous laugh at his label mates playful diss at whoever Baekhyun's stalker is.

His drink however left unattended as he exited the cozy place and only to be attacked by the harsh winter wind. Baekhyun has optioned to go home earlier than he should. Mainly, due to his nervousness to be in public and the uneasiness that if he is not in the comfort of his dorm. Seungcheol or anyone can strikes in any moment now.

Oh. Don't let him jinx it.. Baekhyun's eyes widened, face is pale at the approaching footsteps yet before he knew it, his movements are strictly restricted. Panicking, the smaller male tried to wiggle out from the harsh hold and only to frozen when he heard an awfully familiar voice echoing the dark and eerie alleyway. "I—" He trailed off shakily as his eyes try to look away from Seungcheol's intimidating stare and sinister smile decorated on his striking visual.

"L-Let me go!" The strong facade as expected is not working in Baekhyun's favor. He is beyond terrified. He is in the brink of being captured by his hunter.

@byun baekhyun. Seungcheol has noticed.

With such sharp senses like his, how was it possible to miss? The smallest things could barely brush past him; and if he was feeling generous enough, he’d let it go. Simple. A simple man only held simple attributes, or so it seems. His common interest solely focused on one person; Byun Baekhyun. His infatuation with him that never faltered, instead, grew. It grew rapidly as his gaze always somehow drifted towards him, whether it was for music awards and performances, Seungcheol’s eyes were always trained on him. Eyes boring into him. Predator eyes that only examined his prey; examined what he wanted. And easy enough, he wanted Baekhyun. Craved for Baekhyun. But once he noticed the timidness that grew overtime and the eventual distance between them, Cheol was at a loss. He would often bite his lip in worry, his mind drifting towards the other. The pit of jealousy that would appear in his stomach, the bitter, acrid taste in his mouth that remained prominent as ever, and anger that built up over time every time he saw Baekhyun with someone else. When he saw someone else close to him, touching him, touching what’s /his/.

Just at the thought of that, a miffed, mock laughter fell from his parted mouth, his designated prey sitting a few tables away from him.

The steadfast intoxicated drink that was raised to his lips, head tilted back as he let the strong substance into his mouth, letting the burn roll down his throat. The glass was set back against the counter, the clink of it echoing vividly in his ears. Hazy, brown apertures drifting back lazily towards the other; just to see him gone. Blinking, a huff was heard from the younger as he rolled his shoulders back; getting rid of his tense behavior. Seungcheol meagerly paid and exited the building with haste.

The cold night air nipped at his warm cheeks. The warmth that was once there drifted towards a numbing cold as his hands were shoved into his pocket, greedily basking in the limited heat it radiated. He looked both ways; just faintly he was able to see a figure and went with his gut feeling, feet following after absentmindedly. He could hear the faint crunch of the street underneath the soles of his shoes but he paid no mind, treading after carefully. A soft lilt vibrated against his lips, eyes focused on in front of him, ignoring everything else.

This routine continued and Cheol’s patience wore thin. As he drew closer to the other, his slender fingers laced around the elder’s frail wrist, dragging him into the alleyway, pressing his back against the wall almost immediately. The shadow that overcasted his face was faint and yet, an endearing smirk played on his lips, eyes radiating with absolute mischief. One hand kept Baekhyun pinned, raising his other hand to capture the other’s chin with his thumb and index finger, “I’ve missed you,” he hummed, head tilted in a mock manner, “Where have you been, my bunny?” he coos, an albeit sigh being heard from him.

“Did you think you can run away so easily?”