Fic: Payback

[avirjin]

Title: Payback
Fandom: Exo
Focus: Baekhyun-centric, Baekhyun/Suho
Genre: General
Rating: PG-13
Length: Drabble
Summary: Baekhyun's heard of Junmyeon's grudges, but has never been on the end of one until now. Warning for non/dub-con and lapslock.

joonmyun holds grudges. they all know this, from the way certain trainees would take the long way around the company building if they even caught a whiff of him and his twitchy face in the distance. "he wasn't a bully," sehun tells him, "at least not anymore than some of you." he glances at baekhyun like it's his fault chanyeol's ears are too big for his head, that zitao's words are still in the stumbling stages, just ripe for the pickings. baekhyun takes his opportunities, makes the best of them. sees a talent scout in the distance and belts out a ballad within earshot. shoves jino down into the basement and kicks the door shut. 

 

that's life. 

 

"sehun was crying," joonmyun hisses, his eyes dark and his grip tight on baekhyun's wrists over his head. baekhyun finally kinda understands why kris ran into that ocean in the middle of winter now, for reasons other than a script and the unyielding urge to get the fuck away from them and flee the country as usual. "you kicked the ball into his face."

 

"it was an accident?" baekhyun insists, although if he's honest, it was just barely. he'd been aiming for kyungsoo's head instead, given how it was sticking up from his narrow shoulders and practically screaming TARGET RIGHT HERE in kyungsoo's lovely voice. how was he supposed to know sehun -- loyal little brat, it's almost tear-inducing really -- would dive right then and there, lanky body stretched out in an ill-fated attempt to protect one of his tiniest hyungs.

 

two hours later, and here he is. backed up against a dirty bathroom stall, joonmyun hovering over him. not quite the image of gangnam's poster boy baekhyun used to hear about back in their trainee days. less class president, more mob boss. yikes. 

 

joonmyun's free hand reaches down, and baekhyun gulps he hears the sound of a belt coming undone.

 

he's heard about the hazing, from before the company started focusing more on Public Image and realized that anything that happened in its halls could be used against them in a court of law in the unusually common chances that people's contracts were taken to said court. chanyeol used to regale him and jongdae with tales of how one of the older trainees had made him crossdress and practice with the twelve-year-old female trainees sm had somehow lured into their system. jongin occassionally mentions the time taemin had flushed his face in the toilet and made him clean up the splashed water with a toothbrush. 

 

maybe joonmyun is finally hazing him. maybe he'll make him run around the football field in just his briefs, take a snapshot and send it to taeyeon noona with a HAHAHA caption. it wouldn't be the first time she's seen him like this. 

 

"suck." 

 

suck what, baekhyun almost asks except as soon as he opens his mouth, joonmyun shoves him down to his knees so that he's facing ugly plaid boxers. like really ugly, bargain bin ugly. not exactly what baekhyun ever imagined joonmyun wearing, given his blazers and polos. he looks up as if to comment on it, but joonmyun's fingers squeeze his cheeks, his lips automatically puckering. 

 

"like you're worth ruining silk," joonmyun tells him, rolling his eyes. his clothed dick is edging closer and closer to baekhyun's mouth, and baekhyun swallows preemptively.

 

"besides, i'm just warming you up. you still owe sehun."

Original Post: Here. 
Author's Note: Written for WCAU's Round 1 overtime. The theme was erotica, so I wrote the set-up to revenge porn. It's not my usual thing, and I'm not particularly proud or into it, but points are points. Was supposed to be a meta take of Team C (Kyungsoo, Sehun, Suho) getting eliminated from the competition and the blame falling on Baekhyun.