Hello my lovelies,

Holy cow, I am so humbled by the support this new story has already received and I've barely started anything. I just want to give you my biggest thanks for the all the support

Just a warning there may be a small part of this story that may be trigger, so please read with caution.

Hopefully i will give this idea I can't get out my head justice, I have such a good plot planned one that full of my signature suspense, angst, love and highly detailed smutty goodness.

Here is my first official update ❤️❤️❤️❤️

Baekhyun's POV
Closing the door to his bakery shop and flicking on the light switch would normally bring him such joy. This small intimate spotlessly clean urban hole in the wall, has been his pride and joy for the last six months. It's all down to 4 years of  busting his ass at culinary school and a further year working under a famous pastry chef to hone his skills, did he finally take the plunge and decide this was what he wanted to do. With the help of his parents he was able to get a business loan and open up Cake & Scones, a little bijou bakery that stands proud in Itaewon just beside the posh end of the galleria mall. He's so proud of himself, his business partner and best friend Jongdae, and the small team that have helped to make cake & scones so successful.

The soft beige and bamboo counter will soon be filled with their famous cupcakes, and savoury pastry twists. First he has to fire up the ovens, add fresh beans to the coffee machine and make sure the till has been floated correctly.

This morning however just like every morning for the last three weeks it's not just a case of getting cake batter ready and the pastry he made the night before out from the fridge ready to make his first batch of croissants. He stops dead in his tracks at what he sees on the floor. There's another large brown envelope, his name clear as day in messy Hangul staring back at him from the marble tiled flooring.

The fear and foreboding lacing his stomach like a swift poison cant be ignored, as the normal craziness is the day grinds to halt all because of a tiny  brown envelope on the floor of his bakery. Baekhyun can already feeel his hands shaking and he hasn't even picked up the Manila envelope. He really just wants this all to be a bad dream but he knows no matter how many times he closes his eyes, that envelope will still be there and that feeling of somebody watching his every move will remain ever present.

He steps closer to the offending item, praying that the envelope magically disappears. Not surprised when it doesn't, he wished he knew what he's done to upset someone so much to be sent a continual flow of envelopes detailing every moment of his day the day before. Even down to the precise moment he takes a moment to leave the shop front to relieve himself. If whoever is sending this is wanting to freak him out it's working, something though tells him this letter today is not going to be an exact copy of the schedule sitting on his iPhone.

He can't explain it but he feels like he's being watched at all times, and he doesn't just mean when he's at his bakery. Yes thanks to Instagram he has quite a steady stream of regulars and new wide eyed customers turning up daily. His little hotspot has an open kitchen allowing everyone coming to get their sweet or savoury treat, the ability to see right in to his professional kitchen behind the urban style counter. Be it that he's baking bread, making fondant, or the always crowd favourite frosting cupcakes. He is used to those always friendly filled with wonder eyes on him. This what he's feeling right now is a different feeling, and doesn't give him any sense of accomplishment or the provide the same satisfaction of a perfect piped topping. It's uncomfortable and and makes him feel like he's the goldfish in a fish bowl, big brother watching his every move.

It's time he thinks to take a look at the cctv footage to see if any one is acting suspiciously, all of his staff, Jongdae himself included would know if someone was loitering around outside. At least he hopes they would, even as rushed off their feet as they are. He can't stand here and shake any longer he needs to get cupcakes made easy for opening at 7am. Like all good mostly organised bakery's he has the good sense to make some things before closing yesterday, quickly grabs the envelope with his name on and stuffs it under his coat ignoring the fact that it feels heavier then the others. It's too early in the morning to even deal with it right now, and will wait for when Jongdae arrives at 6.

Two hours later
Baekhyun let's out a sigh of relief when he sees his worktop groaning under 4 trays of breakfast pastries, the first batch of bread is proving and his double oven is filled with cheese scones. Scones that will still be warm when they open in an hour, right now as the jingle of the front door goes he sits at a stool waiting for his right hand man. Two steaming cups of coffee awaiting his companion, and that blasted envelope that felt heavier and thicker to the touch sits waiting for an audience. Baekhyun doesn't want to bring a downer to one of their quieter days, but he needs the moral support when he slices his letter opener across that sealed edge.

"You have another one!"

Baekhyun almost jumps out of his skin when he hears the shrill loud boom of his best friends voice, he will never get over how much power his tiny best friends voice holds. Even at times like this his friend needs to use an indoor voice, not a voice that will wake up every one within a five mile radius.

"Yes it was waiting for me when I got here, Jongdae this one feels different when I picked it up it was heavier then all the others."

"Baekhyun, I know you don't like to attract attention, but could this be a result of that failed date you had!"

"I don't think so Donghae just seemed so uninterested in anything about me, like he was bored to be even seen with me. Those letters I keep receiving are very detailed run downs of my day, to like the exact point I have a break and use the powder room. Donghae would not take the time to do that,  he's never even texted me back. Not to mention that awful date was way before we opened the bakery six months ago, I was still working as an apprentice pastry chef!

"Not likely to be him then, could it be an admirer you've turned down recently, I know I've seen several comments on Instagram about how cute you are."

"You know me Chennie Chen, I find being the centre of attention a bit much outside of the kitchen. Being from a small town and gay didn't really give me a lot of positive experiences or opportunities to date. It certainly won't be my college ex boyfriend, Yixing bless his soul is too busy to remember his own schedule let alone check mine all the way from China."

"Maybe we will have to start limiting the kitchen shows then, so as not to expose you so much! Before you protest you have think of your safety, and yes I can tell from your face you don't want that but burying your head in the sand and ignoring this is just going to make it worse."

"Jongdae I don't want to give this freak that kind of power!"

"Please just, think about it maybe have me or some else take over the demonstration that don't involve too much technicality! Maybe you know take that day off you want!"

"I will think about it, I mean it's not like it's so bad is it whomever is sending the letter of my schedule hasn't sent messages over Instagram or got my mobile number. It's all radio silence apart from this rundown of my day!"

"Aw Baekie only you would try and see the bright side of sone crazed loon. Have you interacted with any one that's come in to the bakery that has given off a weird vibe?"

"I have spoken to most of the customers, not once have I had any words vibes save for one. I mean Mrs Beach gives off that holier then thou air every time she comes in and is the only one that has been hostile!"

Baekhyun has to surpass a snort at the sour look on his friends normally handsome face, at the mention of the bakery's infamous patron. Honestly Baekhyun isn't sure why she shops here, as every other Monday she waltzes in with some thing to critique. Again he doesn't get any kind of weird vibe from her, and actually thinks she is all bark and no bite.

"Maybe we need start keeping an eye for anyone and anything out of the ordinary that's hanging around the bakery longer then they should be! You just say the word and we can take down the instagram accounts! The moment it starts to be anything other then letters you have to go to the police Baek, this can't go on. Please promise me you will go to the police too if any thing more then just a timeline of your day."

Baekhyun can't respond verbally as he feels entirely chocked with emotion, at the amount of care his friend has for him, and shakily nods his affirmative at Jongdae's request.

The beep of the ovens makes them both jump before they giggle at each other's faces, a moment they both need to break away from the seriousness of the conversation. Baekhyun knows Jongdae is right, this can't go on, he willl go through their security once the bakery closes at 7pm tonight. Taking the last sip of his coffee before stretching, he stands up and rewraps his blue apron ready to go frost his cakes and prepare for the day. Feeling less shaky then when he arrived he internally prays he will be too focussed on the day to stress over the unopened letter.

Just after the bakery closes.
Baekhyun takes a deep breath as he finally turns over we are closed sign, and waves his friend, and younger counter assistant Chloe a good night. Making sure he sent on their way with some of the cupcakes for a job well done, yes he could of kept them to sell tomorrow but happy staff make for a much better working environment. Turning around he has once last thing to do before he too can go home, surprisingly he's had no time to think about what's waiting for him with his coat. There hasn't been that creepy feeling of someone watching him either today, perhaps whomever has taken an obsession with him has gotten bored. Shaking his head as that fear lacing his stomach returns ten fold aa he stares at the envelope that almost mocks him.

He can't ignore it  any more, and needs to just rip off the proverbial band aid, so with a strengthened resolve he picks up the envelope and heads towards the back, past the pristine gleaming stainless steel worktops in his kitchen, passed the aluminium wire shelves filled with an assortment ingredients ready to make any creation he and the team can think off. To the very back of the kitchen to an area slightly hidden by those floor to ceiling shelves. Sits his iMac and his desk that's filled with various invoices. His old battered leather notebook that has all his grandmothers recipes a stark contract to the modern technology it's sits beside.

Grabbing the letter opener he takes a deep breath as it slices through the card like butter, his hunch about it being more then his daily bakery life is true. He watches as an assortment of papers fall out, his heart in his stomach and nausea stuck in the back of his throat. His heart he is sure has stopped at what he sees, there's the hand written break down of his day. That's not what has his attention, there's a selection of photos but the parts where his head should be has been cut out. He knows it's a photo of himself as it's taken outside this store, very recent too from the outfit he's wearing, as he only wore that blue shirt a couple days ago.

Baekhyun can feel his body shaking, perhaps he's not taken this as seriously as he should of done, especially now his feeling of being watched has been proven. He really doesn't want to look at the last two items than fell out the envelope but there's a morbid curiosity to know what those last two pieces of paper are. Turning over the last two pieces he's surprised to find them tacky and almost stuck together with a glue like substance. He's not entirely shire what possesses him to keep peeling but he soldiers on, only for that nausea he felt earlier to feel even realer as acidic bile start burning in his throat!

He can even hear himself chanting out a never ending desperate plea of "this is not real!" He can't quite believe what he holds in his hands! One part is a cheap pornagraphic image of two males enacting a grotesque attempt of BDSM! Hem is chest heave when he see that the cut out picture of his head has been stuck atop the image. His head now covers a naked chest that's not his own that's wearing a dog collar and chain around his neck, sitting on the floor at the feet of some latexed head to toe burly porn stars feet, said porn stars dick out against the image of his own face. It's the three words underneath the obscene image that terrifies him, there in a a clearly gotten wet ink are the words YOU AND I.

He can no longer contain the acid in his throat at the realisation of what that sticky substance is. That acid bubbling in the back of his throat as his head spins and chest burns. He's bolts from his chair the second his brain connects the dots and realises that  sticky substance is someone else semen. Baekhyun whimpers as he feels the start of hot tears caress his cheeks, and has just enough time to smash through the back door before he's emptying that acidic burning bile on to the tarmac. Chest heaving he can do nothing more but shake and sob at the disgusting image he can't out of his mind.

To be continued.....

Eeek what a way to start a story hey! Please see the below image for my inspiration of Cake & Scones

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