FIC: Bikers & Sunshine

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Summary: What not to expect from a Prince-Charming: Harley-Davidson, tattoos. and everything a biker would be.

Pairing: Baekhyun/ Kai

Warnings: sexual harassment, implied! attempted rape, sexual innuendos, mentioned! mpreg

For baehkkyun, because you encouraged this monster to grow.

Baekhyun has made a lot wrongs in his life. He has loved hard in his high school years, gotten pregnant out of wedlock due to a passionate night of underaged aged drinking, fallen out of love and sworn vengeance against his jerk of a boyfriend who ditched him, and lost his family due to abandonment.

Then again, certain things go right in his life. He has managed to raise his two-year-old son, Sehun by juggling part-time jobs, gotten into college under a scholarship despite taking a study (more like maternity) break.

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It’s nearly one at night (or is it the morning), and Baekhyun feels his eyes drooping and they are a fraction of a second away from closing.

He wants nothing more but to be the modern day Cinderella, someone with a pumpkin carriage and white steeds awaiting outside of this place, awaiting to send him home.

Or maybe a prince would come sweep him off his feet, and rescue his wallet from rent, transportation and childcare expenses. At least, Baekhyun is thankful for his scholarship for covering his tuition fees, otherwise he would have been heavily in student loans. But sadly, hostels didn’t allow children like Sehun.

“B, two pitchers of beer for table 14!” the bartender hollers.

Sighing then gritting his teeth, Baekhyun releases a long breath and mumbles, “Time for work.”

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Baekhyun is tired from being stared at by the customers, as if he is the freshest piece of meat in the market. The amount of intimidation skyrockets when these customers are all six-and-a-half feet tall, with arms bulging like the size of watermelons and all belonged into the same Biker Club called Gold Vipers.

The Shack, isn’t the classiest place to work at. It is a grungy bar, carpets old and foul smelling. If Baekhyun squints, he can slightly make out an earthy smell from the dirt bikes, traces of gasoline and some really suspicious white marks that is probably some sexual fluids of sorts, judging from the amount of dirty grinding over here.

“Here, B. You can wear this. A previous server left this. Might help with fitting in with our bar concept, ya know?”

A shiver runs down his spine when Baekhyun receives the tenth wolf whistle as he rushes towards the bar. Technically, he’s still fully dressed, but the mesh shimmer top is not only attention-seeking but leaves little to imagination and his ripped jeans subject his thighs to goosebumps whenever the air condition hits.

He blames his college mate of Chanyeol, who apparently “knows a friend of a friend”, Baekhyun should have thought twice and known that his tattoo enthusiast of a friend would have a social network that dabbled into unknown places and dodgy bars like these.

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The already low neckline of the mesh top dips when Baekhyun serves the pitchers, revealing an uncomfortable amount of skin. Settling the pitchers down, he lifts his head and meets a pair of soulless eyes. The man is staring at him greasily, a little crossed eyed from staring into his shirt. He rolls his tongue sleazily around his cancer stick, and blows it right into his face. Obnoxiously.

“Hey beautiful,” he greets with a raspy voice. “I’ve been prowling this bar all my life and I’ve never seen you around here? First day on the job?”

Baekhyun wants to flip him off and cuss at him. Not when his entire livelihood depends on this, he’s cutting this much short on this month’s overdue rent, and the deadline is tomorrow. Instead, he plasters on a smile customary for guest service, and mutters a “um, yeah” vaguely.

A series of hoots, catcalls and “Go Slammer!” chorus in the background.

Plopping himself into a further seat, the muscled Slammer, as Baekhyun identifies, smoothes a hand over the couch seat next to him and slurs,”Babe, c’mon, drink?”

He’s seething and snaps back before turning away, “Enjoy your drink.”

The words fall on Slammer’s deaf ears and Baekhyun finds himself pulled harshly onto the couch. He’s disorientated, out of his senses as the metal studs scrape harshly against his face, and Slammer seizes the opportunity to pull him close.

“Damn, you’re a fierce little kitty. Come on, drink up. It’ll help loosen you up for our nighttime activities,”

Baekhyun pulls his arm away.

“Leave, before I call the bouncers here. I’m going back to work.” His buddies erupt into a bunch of snickers.

“Sugar, perhaps you need a little more coaxing?” Slammer spits into the same mug and Baekhyun sees a white tablet sink, before the beer bubbles and the froth overflows.

Baekhyun explodes into anger. Slammer was treating him like he was some club whore and definitely not a server.

As monstrous as he looks, Baekhyun is done serving such brutes. He hurries and picks up the serving tray and turns to leave, before he gets pulled once again, this time entirely missing the couch and flips the table.

He is doused with beer, mugs falling and smashing onto the floor. The crowd gathers at the commotion; and Baekhyun curls into a defensive ball.

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All hope seems lost before Baekhyun spots another biker, dark skinned, sleek and clearly out of place - he’s half the size of the others, bound to be bully bait- slipping through the throng of people before standing right in front of him.

The stranger shields him, and Baekhyun feels the air stiffen around him. The biker seems to have an astounding presence within the biker realm, everyone, even the bulkiest and oldest of the bikers are hushed. He’s expecting a faceoff to happen at any time, judging from how the brutes are bristling at the intrusion.

“Kai,” the brute greets.

“Slammer, what’cha doing? Harassing that poor server like that?”

“Shuddup Kai, don’t give me that bullshit. He’s my whore for the night.”

Baekhyun flinches, he’s done nothing of that sort to deserve being called a whore. It hurts, and the dam of pent up frustration begins to crumble and break, and tears well up within his eyes. He hears the heavy clunks of the boots, the steps getting nearer and nearer.

Past the tears, Baekhyun sees a hand being offered to him. He’s unsure whether taking the hand who lead him to help or more trouble, but Baekhyun figures it’ll be easier dealing with a single man against ten bulky brutes.

“Get up, sunshine,” Kai heaves, as Baekhyun is swiftly hauled into his bosom. Baekhyun takes a huge breath on impact, unexpectedly finding that Kai smells of fresh laundry and barely a tinge of grime and dirt - he’s a fresh breath of air in this smoldery club.

“See this, Slammer?” Kai threatens as he reinforces his grip on him.”Don’t you dare lay a hand on this lad. He’s mine.”

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Slammer lets out a low whistle in response, and begins clapping.

“Really, Kai?” Slammer challenges.

“This the chap who keeps your bed warm at night? I knew you were into lads, but wow, never knew the lone wolf Kai, newcomer and boss of our brothers, would dig a server boy?” The band of brothers hollers in the background, each jeering and shouting “Server Boy!”.

“Aren’t you quite a sourpuss, Slammer? All sour after you can’t get my boy?” Kai taunts, while squeezing Baekhyun closer to him.  When Baekhyun raises his head, ready for a staredown, he is stunned into silence. Kai is a living adonis, chestnut brown hair gelled into a side comb. Baekhyun focuses on his chrome ear-studs, eyes raking down and then spots an intricate rose tattoo emphasizing the contours of his neck.

Baekhyun is enraptured, before Kai notices and breaks into a lopsided smirk.

“Sunshine, how about a goodbye kiss? Right over the lips.”

Shocked, Baekhyun begins to wiggle out of Kai’s embrace, before he is herded right back in. Kai squeezes him harder, digs his knuckles into his hipbones, hinting him to follow along.

Baekhyun sucks in a deep breath before forcing a peck; but Kai is unexpectedly devious, digging his knuckles in deeper. A moan is forced out and Kai takes the chance and slithers his tongue in, turning the kiss sloppy.

It takes a second of shock for Baekhyun to realized he’s been taken advantage of, before it ignites into fury. Baekhyun is seething and makes a quick decision to bite down fiercely, before the manager finally interrupts.

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“B, I paid you to work, not to suck face with a customer,” the manager reprimands, pulling a fifty out of an envelope before shoving the remaining back to Baekhyun.

“Here’s your pay, adjusted for the damages and slacking off. Go home, B.” The manager instructs, before leaving with finality.

Baekhyun is left gaping before he realizes the dire situation he’s landed himself into. He’s been fired and won’t be able to pay his rent tomorrow, had a kiss stolen; all because those men (and Kai) could not keep it in their pants.

This is the final straw and the dam of tears finally crumbles and breaks. Baekhyun is bawling uncontrollably, unable to see past his tears and blindly lands a slap on his nearest victim.

“Sunshine, Sunshine!”Kai calls out. But Baekhyun chooses to ignore him and walks away.

+

Baekhyun is surprised to see Kai in the alleyway, leaning against his Harley Davidson. When he approaches, Kai jerks his head in a greeting and Baekhyun in return, fixes his gaze onto the ground and continues walking.

“Here.” Kai offers, as he holds out the same fifty that got taken away.

“How did you…?”

Kai shrugs.

“Might have picked up the blame and claimed “I attacked you.” and also pulled a few strings,” Kai explains, hands specifically drawing visible quotation marks.

“Stop making yourself sound like a victim. You did attack me.”

“Whoa, calm down, sunshine.”

“Thanks anyway, now bye.” Baekhyun barely takes a few steps, before Kai leashes him back in.

“What,” he deadpans.

“C’mon, I’ll give you a lift back home,”

“No.”

“You can barely walk, all dozing off like that.” Kai retorts.

“I have a son, Kai. A son. I don’t wanna fall prey to some ‘take you home then bang you in the sheets’ trick in the same room as my son. Take your sexual prowls somewhere else,”

Sensing the conviction in his tone, Kai exhales loudly and then attempts again.

“Look, not every biker thinks with his dick instead of his head, alright? I’ll just send you home, I swear.”

“Really?”

“Biker’s oath. Swear it on my bike.”

+

Fed the kid dinner, bathed him and made him go to sleep.

Leftovers in the fridge. Eat them.

                                                                             -  PCY

Baekhyun spies the memo Chanyeol left after babysitting duty as he trudges around the kitchen, pouring a drink for himself and Kai. They’re both washed up and he’s about to collapse from exhaustion. All throughout the journey back, he’s been listening to Kai’s non-stop comments and nagging - how this neighborhood was far too dangerous and shady (who was he to talk) and to hang on tighter.

Turns out, beyond the rough biker facade, Kai is nothing more than a softie, caring and protective to the ones that matter.

And Baekhyun regrets letting that persuade into letting Kai stay for the night.

“Sunsh-” Kai says. Baekhyun is standing in the living room, arms akimbo. Kai has somehow managed to squeeze himself past that door gap before Baekhyun slams the door and is now standing smugly in the living room.

“Stop calling me those pet names!” Baekhyun interrupts.

“Fine, what’s your name then?”

“Not telling you, you have to prove yourself to me.”

Kai sighs in frustration, “that I’m not a baddie? I did save you from those brutes.”

Baekhyun only stares blankly back.

“Ok, fine. What do I call you then?”

“B.”

“Okay, B.” Kai starts, then sheds his sultry smoldering gaze into something innocent. He stands pigeon-toed, shuffling one of his feet, then asks, “Can I stay for the night?”

“No.”

“But, dorm’s curfew is over and I gave up crashing at a friend’s house because of you.”Kai tries to guilt trip him.

“Dorm? You’re from college? Which?”

“SNU.”

“Really?” Baekhyun snorts in disbelief.

“Yeah.”

“Fine, but abide to the house rules. One, don’t enter the bedroom. Two, keep everything G-rated-”

“G for grown-up?” Kai teases, waggling  his eyebrows childishly.

“No, G as in no swearing, no sexual talks and cover those tattoos up. I don’t want my son learning shit from you.Promise?”

“Ooh,” Kai’s voice drops an octave and he whispers, “Teacher-student role-play, huh? Kinky.”

Baekhyun smacks down hard on the back of his head.

“OK, OK! I promise!”

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B,

Thanks for the night. Call me Jongin from now on.

                                                  J ( 090-xxxx-xxxx)

6 AM next morning, Jongin leaves the house, not without tidying up the clothes, sheets and couch he’s used. He is not having high expectations on receiving any replies from the memo, but jolts in surprise as the phone vibrates.

From: (090-xxxx-xxxx)

Call me Baekhyun. You’ve earned it.

“Baekhyun,” he tries sounding it aloud. It sounds far better than a generic pet-name, and Jongin cannot help but smile.

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