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The Letter 5
Chapter 5
In-School Encounters and Liars
Monday. Baekhyun never really had anything against it since going to school didn’t really bother him, but god damn it! Baekhyun dreaded this Monday. He rolled out of bed and did his daily routine before heading to school. He had his car taken away for being out all night so he had to hitch a ride with Kyungsoo to what he knew was impending humiliation.
At his locker, Baekhyun was looking over some of his notes when Chanyeol stuck his head from behind the locker’s swinging door. “Morning, Baek.” Baekhyun refused to acknowledge him. “Does your you-know-what still hurt or what?”
Baekhyun froze. “Shut up, Park. That was days ago…”
“I know.” Chanyeol held up two fingers. “See? Two days, excluding today.” Then he put his hand back down. “Anyways, I’m surprised nothing hurts. I heard that it’s supposed to hurt for a while. At least that’s what I read.”
Finally, Baekhyun turned to face Chanyeol. “Why’re you even talking to me? We don’t know each other. We just know each other’s names—no!” Baekhyun held up a hand when Chanyeol was going to interrupt. “Don’t say that we know each other’s ‘bodies’ because we don’t. What happened was a mistake, got it?”
Chanyeol shrugged indifferently. “Sorry that I’m not Sehun, Baek.”
“Yah, leave him out of this, you gigantic jerk,” Baekhyun said, glaring up.
Chanyeol laughed. “How? He’s all you ever talk about. Look, I know that you’re in love with him, Baek, but give it up. He’s not for you.”
“Wha—Why would you say that I love him?” Baekhyun gave him a confused face. A face that was scared of getting the answer that he was thinking himself.
Chanyeol pulled out the letter from his front pocket. It had become folded and scrunched since the Tuesday he got it. “I got your little, uh, confession.”
Baekhyun’s eyes widened. He grabbed for the piece of worn out paper, but Chanyeol lifted the paper even more out of his reach. “But…but I put that in his locker!”
“You’re so adorable, Byun Baekhyun,” Chanyeol commented, saying Baekhyun’s full name. “That was my locker, babe. You should really stop mistaking Sehun-ah and me.”
“That letter wasn’t meant for you, Chanyeol.”
“Mmm, sure, but it was in my locker. Anything that accidentally finds itself on my lap is mine, Baek. That includes you,” Chanyeol decreed, smirking. He playfully pinched Baekhyun’s nose and, as if on cue, the bell rang. Chanyeol closed the speechless Baekhyun’s locker and lightly tapped his cheek twice. “Don’t be late for class! I’ll take you home after school so you can tell that friend of yours that you already have a ride.” With that, Chanyeol turned and started walking to where he needed to be, leaving Baekhyun without the power of speech.
When Baekhyun stumbled into class the last minute, the first person he made eye contact with was Sehun. The connection lasted for a few seconds before Sehun turned his head the other way to stare out the window. Baekhyun had to snap himself out of the daze before he would be left awkwardly staring at the back of Sehun’s head in front of the entire class.
Class went on as usual. The teacher was talking about something important. A project? Assignment? Baekhyun had no idea. His mind was fogged with that bastard Chanyeol and his despicable voice, and smile, and body, and…and other stuff. The teacher started calling people’s names, but Baekhyun’s eyes and mind had moved on over to Sehun. They weren’t put in the same class last year, which disappointed him, but this year, it was like déjà vu for Baekhyun. He sighed. I’m right back where I freaking started! Baekhyun grimaced.
“Byun Baekhyun! Oh Sehun!” the teacher called.
Immediately, Baekhyun’s eyes shot back to the front of the room. He zoned out so much he wasn’t even up to date with what the teacher was talking about. “Y-Yeah?”
“You and Sehun are partners for the research project.”
Baekhyun’s heart fell on the floor. He couldn’t believe it. They rarely ever got partner projects and when they did, no matter how hard he wished, he never got Sehun as a partner.
He looked over to Sehun who didn’t appear to be caring as usual. Baekhyun shrugged it off. Sehun was just being Sehun.
For the next hour, the class was allowed to collaborate with their partners on the project. Baekhyun decided to save Sehun the trouble when he began to get out of his chair to walk on over to him. Baekhyun put a hand in front of him and waved him away. “No, no! I can go there.”
Sehun stared at the boy for a minute before hesitantly sitting back down. Baekhyun scurried to gather his note book and his pencils. He was flimsy. Just when he reached Sehun, he accidentally dropped his pencil holder. He was about to crouch down when Sehun got to it first, leaning from his chair, picked it up, and handed it over to him.
“Thanks,” Baekhyun said, trying not to waver his voice from the nervousness.
Sehun cocked his head, in-avertedly telling him that it was fine. Baekhyun nodded and set his things down on the desk next to Sehun and dragged it over closer to him. When everything was done, Baekhyun asked, “So when can I come over to your house?” Sehun turned his head and gave Baekhyun a questioning look. “I-I mean, for the project. We should work outside of school! Wait, I’m…I don’t mean to pressure you to take me in—you know what, never mind. We can, uh, go to my house—or the library. Yeah, the, uh, library’s fine.”
Sehun kept silent while Baekhyun flustered. When he was done, he glanced away, shaking his head. Baekhyun was beginning to feel depressed from his stupid word-spasm, but then he heard Sehun laugh under his breath. He looked and saw that Sehun still wasn’t facing him. He smiled a bit. Sehun was embarrassed…Ah! What’ does he have to be embarrassed about!? Baekhyun thought. I’m the one who was sputtering words out like an idiot!
“Ah…My house is fine,” Sehun spoke. Baekhyun could’ve died then. He’d never heard Sehun speak before. Hearing him speak one or two words didn’t count as “hearing him speak”.
Baekhyun nodded. “Alright. Um, when?”
Sehun shrugged. “Maybe Wednesday.”
“Okay.”
After that, Sehun retreated back to silent mode and Baekhyun, feeling more comfortable, decided to fill the time in by talking about what they should research, how their project should look, and what sort of things they had to hit in order to score a good grade on the assignment.
Physical Education was the last thing of Baekhyun’s classes. He hated racing for the showers after P.E. It was pointless. Like always, Baekhyun let the other boys go first. He didn’t get into the shower until the locker room was almost vacant and school had officially rung its bell for the students to go home. Before Baekhyun knew it, he was the only one left. He didn’t mind. He liked this silence at the very end of the day.
Chanyeol waited and waited. The bell had rung practically ten minutes ago and Baekhyun was still nowhere in sight. He wasn’t in the locker hall. He checked. Two times.
Kris saw Chanyeol wandering the halls and caught up with him. “Yeol! You wanna go to Kai’s house?”
“Uh, yeah, sure.”
“Okay,” Kris said, starting to head out. When he saw that Chanyeol wasn’t following him like he expected, he waved a hand. “Earth to Chanyeol! You coming or what?”
Chanyeol spared a glance at Kris in his the midst of his search and answered him as he began to move in the opposite direction. “Yeah! You go on first. I have some other stuff to do.”
Kris scrunched his brows at Chanyeol and gave him a funny look. “Well if you say so…”
Soon after, Kris left Chanyeol and Chanyeol was back to searching. He was about to go check Baekhyun’s classroom again when a kid with big eyes bumped into him on the way there.
“Yah!”
“S-sorry!” the kid quickly apologized immediately after realizing he just bumped into The Chanyeol.
“You should’ve—hey. Wait, a minute,” Chanyeol said when the kid tried to bypass him. “You’re Baek’s friend. The one who gave him the ride this morning. What’s your name?”
“Kyungsoo.”
“Okay, Kyungsoo. Do you know where he is?” Chanyeol asked kindly, smiling as an incentive.
“Uh, yeah,” Kyungsoo replied, feeling a bit more comfortable now that Chanyeol was smiling and speaking more nicely. “He’s probably in the locker room. I was going to go get him because I—”
“No, no,” Chanyeol replied quickly. Now that he knew where Baekhyun was, he wanted to rush over there as fast as he could. “I’ll take him home.”
“But he asked me to—”
“Right. He asked you, but I’m telling you that I’ll be the one taking him home today, okay, Kyungie?” Chanyeol said. Though he said it sweetly, the undertone was pretty clear. Chanyeol would drive Baekhyun home.
Reluctantly, Kyungsoo nodded. “Okay.”
Chanyeol patted the boy on his back before rushing off to the locker room to retrieve his Baekhyun.
Baekhyun turned the shower off, wrapped a towel around his lower half, gathered his shower things, and stepped out, heading toward the benches. When he reached the bench where his bag was at, his hair was still dripping wet. He forgot to take an extra towel for his hair so Baekhyun decided he was gonna have to deal with it for now. He moved his bangs out of his face, placing them off to the side, leaving his forehead uncovered. He began to sing a song as he pulled out his clothes to change back into. He took them out of the bag and placed them on the bench.
Baekhyun stopped singing when he felt arms snake around his waist from behind him and a face resting on his shoulders. He turned his head and saw the face of the idiot-jerk-ass-fucker that’d been tormenting him. “Freaking—Chanyeol!” he cried. He tried to pry Chanyeol’s hands and fingers off of him, but his hands were nothing against the bigger guy. “What’re you doing!?”
Chanyeol ignored his question. “What kind of shampoo do you use, Baek? Cause it smells good on you.”
“Chanyeol, let—Ngh.” Baekhyun left his train of thought when one of Chanyeol’s hands found its way to his chest and sensitive buds. “Wha—what’re you doing…ngh…s-stop.”
“Mmm, I don’t wanna.”
Chanyeol’s hand left Baekhyun’s nipples alone all of a sudden when both of them began to move lower beneath the waist line. Baekhyun’s hands immediately shot down and gripped themselves onto Chanyeol’s as if to rip them off, but they didn’t. Eventually Chanyeol’s hand unraveled the towel around Baekhyun’s waist and both heard the faint drop of when it fell to the floor.
“Chanyeol!”
“Baek,” Chanyeol purred before giving Baekhyun suckling kisses on his neck. “What’re you doing being sexy here in school? Someone other than me could’ve came in here and attacked you,” he said in between the kisses.
Baekhyun couldn’t reply fast enough before Chanyeol’s hands split up. One began to stroke his manhood while the other one shot back upward, rolling his hardened nipples. Baekhyun bit his lip. Shit, shit, shit. He tried to keep himself from getting hard, but Chanyeol’s hand was really making it hard to resist it all.
“Turn your head to me, Baek,” Chanyeol said. Baekhyun, under irregular circumstances, did as he was told. All Chanyeol had to do was crane and bend his head a bit and Baekhyun’s mouth linked with his.
As Chanyeol continued to pump Baekhyun’s cock, Baekhyun wrapped an arm, holding Chanyeol’s head to his.
Fuck. Chanyeol broke the kiss, rasping and began to stroke faster. He could feel his own member coming alive. He didn’t want to take Baekhyun right then and there. It would only make Baekhyun upset when all the pleasure had come and gone. He needed to take this little vixen home, but he wasn’t going to send him home with an erect, unsatisfied hard on.
Chanyeol stroked and rub Baekhyun more strongly. “Chan…Chanyeol!” Baekhyun cried as he reached the verge and spilled his cum on Chanyeol’s hand, the bench and floor. His knees felt weak, but luckily for him, Chanyeol held him upright with an arm, using his body as more support.
Gently, Chanyeol set Baekhyun on the bench before bending down to grab the fallen towel and covering Baekhyun with it. The two said nothing to each other in the time duration that Chanyeol went and grabbed some paper towels to wipe the cum off his hand and clean the area that their sexual encounter happened at. Chanyeol decided to help Baekhyun back into his clothes and Baekhyun let him.
After getting Baekhyun in his underwear and pants, Chanyeol helped him slip his shirt back on. “Your hair’s still wet, Baek. Want me to dry it off?”
“With what?”
“That,” Chanyeol said, nodding in the direction of the towel.
“Ew. No,” Baekhyun replied. “That touched…that touched the floor.”
“Of course,” Chanyeol said.
When Chanyeol bent down to help Baekhyun put his shoes back on, Baekhyun shooed him away. “I can do it.” Then, after he finished with one shoe, in the midst of doing the other, Baekhyun groaned. “Damn it! Kyungsoo! I forgot about him! I gotta hurry—”
“He already left.”
“Wha—No. You’re probably confusing him with someone els—”
Chanyeol sighed. “Does he have big eyes and an innocent face that could ask a king for the moon and get it if he wanted? Cause, yeah. I’m pretty sure we’re talking about the same guy.”
“He left!?” Baekhyun hurriedly finished off tying his shoes and began grabbing his things in order. “Why!? He was my ride home and I didn’t bring enough money for the bus! Ugh! I gotta go, Park.”
“Wait! Baek!” Chanyeol grabbed Baekhyun’s forearm when he began to leave. “I told you I’d take you home today, didn’t I?”
Baekhyun didn’t immediately pull away. “When?”
“This morning, babe. Come on now,” Chanyeol said, smirking.
Baekhyun studied the idiot-jerk-ass-fucker’s face momentarily. “Fine...” When Chanyeol’s face lit up, he was quick to add: “But this is a one-time thing, Park!”
“You should really stop saying everything you do with me is a one-time thing, Baek,” Chanyeol chuckled. “Look where we’re at right now.”
Realizing that Chanyeol was still touching him, Baekhyun wriggled his arm free and hugged his things to his chest and looked away. “You talk too much.” When Chanyeol didn't move, Baekhyun looked back at him. “What’re you waiting for? Let’s go to your car. After delaying me so damn bad that Kyungsoo actually left, the least you could do is give me a ride and take me home without saying weird things.”
Chanyeol cocked his head to the right and shrugged. Ah, Kyungsoo didn't leave because we were wasting time jacking you off, Baek... Smiling at the boy in front of him, Chanyeol cooed. “Ah, say please.”
“Like hell I will.”
Chanyeol only stood there, not moving, giving him a look, trying to coerce him into saying the one word. When Baekhyun knew he wasn’t going to win the battle, he grumbled a bit before eventually saying it. “Please.”
Satisfied, Chanyeol led the way to his car, often times looking back to see if Baekhyun was still trailing after him and hadn’t gone running off elsewhere. He hadn’t.
The ride was awkward, but not as awkward as Baekhyun thought it could’ve been. Chanyeol didn’t play any music so the only thing they heard was silence, except for when Chanyeol asked for his address. Baekhyun thought about giving his address to Chanyeol since he was driving him home, but decided he didn’t want Chanyeol to know where he slept at night. In the end, Baekhyun ended up giving the address to his friend Luhan’s house who lived only a block from him.
When they got there, Chanyeol turned to Baekhyun. “No good-bye kiss?”
“How about a punch in the face for what you did back there,” Baekhyun replied.
Chanyeol pretended to think about it. “You can keep the fist. I want your lips.”
“You’re getting a simple good-bye.” Baekhyun unbuckled himself, slipped his backpack on, grabbed his P.E bag and then opened the door. “Good-bye,” he said plainly as he got out.
“You’re no fun!” Chanyeol said laughing. When Baekhyun shot him an annoyed look, he took it all back. “Just kidding, Baek! You have no idea how fun you are.”
Baekhyun rolled his eyes as he shut the door. He began to walk to the front door. When he glanced back, he saw that Chanyeol was still there.
Chanyeol rolled down the window and yelled, “I’m just waiting to see if my little Baek makes it in safely!”
“Fucking…ugh,” Baekhyun mumbled. He kept walking toward the door, hoping the Luhan would play along once he answered the door.
Baekhyun hit the door bell and waited for a minute before he heard someone from behind the door turning the knob. He sighed in relief when he saw that it was Luhan. “Baek!” Luhan cried, throwing his arms around him. “Wah, what’re you doing here!?”
“Uh, I’ll explain later. Can I come in?” Baekhyun asked.
“Sure! Come on!” Luhan’s eyes moved from Baekhyun to the car sitting in front of his house. “Who’s that? A friend?” Luhan began waving his arm. “Hey! Hey there!”
“Aish, stop it, Lulu,” Baekhyun said, pulling Luhan’s arms down. “Come on.” He brushed his way past Luhan, who followed right after he received a wave back from the person inside the car.
When Chanyeol was at Kai’s house drinking one up with the rest of his friends, the curiosity of wanting to know who the boy that Baekhyun hugged back there was eating him up. He eventually asked his friends. “Yah, do you guys know who Byun Baekhyun is?”
Kris and Kai shook their head. Sehun was the only one who nodded. “Yeah. Smart kid.”
“Does he have any siblings?”
Sehun threw him a look. “Fuck, I don’t know. Why would I? He’s just some kid in my class.”
“Oh...Sorry I asked,” Chanyeol grumbled.
There was a moment of silence. “Why do you wanna know?” Kai asked.
“Eh…I don’t know,” Chanyeol shrugged. “I saw him with this guy at his house. They didn’t really seem to look like…siblings. Kinda, I mean…A little bit, but I just know that they’re not.”
“Odd,” Kris commented.
“What’d this guy look like?” Sehun wanted to know.
“Eh…From what I saw, blonde...tall…Baekhyun called him Lulu, which I’m pretty sure was just a nickna—”
“Luhan,” Sehun said surely. “Luhan’s nickname is Lulu. He’s blonde, too. He fits your shitty description.”
“Oh…so they’re not siblings?”
Sehun shook his head. “Luhan’s an only child.”
“So what was he doing at Baek’s house then?” Chanyeol asked, though it was more like he was asking himself.
“Yeol, it’s not fucking illegal to visit someone,” Kai pointed out.
Ignoring Kai, Sehun asked, “Where’d you see these two together again?”
“At Baek’s house.”
“Which is at?”
Chanyeol proceeded to tell Sehun the address that Baekhyun told him.
When Sehun heard the address, he shook his head. “Uh, that’s Luhan’s house, Yeol. Been there a couple times for some stuff, but that’s Luhan’s fucking house. Pretty sure the house has his parents’ names on it.” Sehun took one last drink from his can before crushing it as much as he could and throwing onto a growing pile. “I don’t know what Byun Baekhyun was doing telling you that he lived there.”
Chanyeol could say the same thing.
In-School Encounters and Liars
Monday. Baekhyun never really had anything against it since going to school didn’t really bother him, but god damn it! Baekhyun dreaded this Monday. He rolled out of bed and did his daily routine before heading to school. He had his car taken away for being out all night so he had to hitch a ride with Kyungsoo to what he knew was impending humiliation.
At his locker, Baekhyun was looking over some of his notes when Chanyeol stuck his head from behind the locker’s swinging door. “Morning, Baek.” Baekhyun refused to acknowledge him. “Does your you-know-what still hurt or what?”
Baekhyun froze. “Shut up, Park. That was days ago…”
“I know.” Chanyeol held up two fingers. “See? Two days, excluding today.” Then he put his hand back down. “Anyways, I’m surprised nothing hurts. I heard that it’s supposed to hurt for a while. At least that’s what I read.”
Finally, Baekhyun turned to face Chanyeol. “Why’re you even talking to me? We don’t know each other. We just know each other’s names—no!” Baekhyun held up a hand when Chanyeol was going to interrupt. “Don’t say that we know each other’s ‘bodies’ because we don’t. What happened was a mistake, got it?”
Chanyeol shrugged indifferently. “Sorry that I’m not Sehun, Baek.”
“Yah, leave him out of this, you gigantic jerk,” Baekhyun said, glaring up.
Chanyeol laughed. “How? He’s all you ever talk about. Look, I know that you’re in love with him, Baek, but give it up. He’s not for you.”
“Wha—Why would you say that I love him?” Baekhyun gave him a confused face. A face that was scared of getting the answer that he was thinking himself.
Chanyeol pulled out the letter from his front pocket. It had become folded and scrunched since the Tuesday he got it. “I got your little, uh, confession.”
Baekhyun’s eyes widened. He grabbed for the piece of worn out paper, but Chanyeol lifted the paper even more out of his reach. “But…but I put that in his locker!”
“You’re so adorable, Byun Baekhyun,” Chanyeol commented, saying Baekhyun’s full name. “That was my locker, babe. You should really stop mistaking Sehun-ah and me.”
“That letter wasn’t meant for you, Chanyeol.”
“Mmm, sure, but it was in my locker. Anything that accidentally finds itself on my lap is mine, Baek. That includes you,” Chanyeol decreed, smirking. He playfully pinched Baekhyun’s nose and, as if on cue, the bell rang. Chanyeol closed the speechless Baekhyun’s locker and lightly tapped his cheek twice. “Don’t be late for class! I’ll take you home after school so you can tell that friend of yours that you already have a ride.” With that, Chanyeol turned and started walking to where he needed to be, leaving Baekhyun without the power of speech.
When Baekhyun stumbled into class the last minute, the first person he made eye contact with was Sehun. The connection lasted for a few seconds before Sehun turned his head the other way to stare out the window. Baekhyun had to snap himself out of the daze before he would be left awkwardly staring at the back of Sehun’s head in front of the entire class.
Class went on as usual. The teacher was talking about something important. A project? Assignment? Baekhyun had no idea. His mind was fogged with that bastard Chanyeol and his despicable voice, and smile, and body, and…and other stuff. The teacher started calling people’s names, but Baekhyun’s eyes and mind had moved on over to Sehun. They weren’t put in the same class last year, which disappointed him, but this year, it was like déjà vu for Baekhyun. He sighed. I’m right back where I freaking started! Baekhyun grimaced.
“Byun Baekhyun! Oh Sehun!” the teacher called.
Immediately, Baekhyun’s eyes shot back to the front of the room. He zoned out so much he wasn’t even up to date with what the teacher was talking about. “Y-Yeah?”
“You and Sehun are partners for the research project.”
Baekhyun’s heart fell on the floor. He couldn’t believe it. They rarely ever got partner projects and when they did, no matter how hard he wished, he never got Sehun as a partner.
He looked over to Sehun who didn’t appear to be caring as usual. Baekhyun shrugged it off. Sehun was just being Sehun.
For the next hour, the class was allowed to collaborate with their partners on the project. Baekhyun decided to save Sehun the trouble when he began to get out of his chair to walk on over to him. Baekhyun put a hand in front of him and waved him away. “No, no! I can go there.”
Sehun stared at the boy for a minute before hesitantly sitting back down. Baekhyun scurried to gather his note book and his pencils. He was flimsy. Just when he reached Sehun, he accidentally dropped his pencil holder. He was about to crouch down when Sehun got to it first, leaning from his chair, picked it up, and handed it over to him.
“Thanks,” Baekhyun said, trying not to waver his voice from the nervousness.
Sehun cocked his head, in-avertedly telling him that it was fine. Baekhyun nodded and set his things down on the desk next to Sehun and dragged it over closer to him. When everything was done, Baekhyun asked, “So when can I come over to your house?” Sehun turned his head and gave Baekhyun a questioning look. “I-I mean, for the project. We should work outside of school! Wait, I’m…I don’t mean to pressure you to take me in—you know what, never mind. We can, uh, go to my house—or the library. Yeah, the, uh, library’s fine.”
Sehun kept silent while Baekhyun flustered. When he was done, he glanced away, shaking his head. Baekhyun was beginning to feel depressed from his stupid word-spasm, but then he heard Sehun laugh under his breath. He looked and saw that Sehun still wasn’t facing him. He smiled a bit. Sehun was embarrassed…Ah! What’ does he have to be embarrassed about!? Baekhyun thought. I’m the one who was sputtering words out like an idiot!
“Ah…My house is fine,” Sehun spoke. Baekhyun could’ve died then. He’d never heard Sehun speak before. Hearing him speak one or two words didn’t count as “hearing him speak”.
Baekhyun nodded. “Alright. Um, when?”
Sehun shrugged. “Maybe Wednesday.”
“Okay.”
After that, Sehun retreated back to silent mode and Baekhyun, feeling more comfortable, decided to fill the time in by talking about what they should research, how their project should look, and what sort of things they had to hit in order to score a good grade on the assignment.
Physical Education was the last thing of Baekhyun’s classes. He hated racing for the showers after P.E. It was pointless. Like always, Baekhyun let the other boys go first. He didn’t get into the shower until the locker room was almost vacant and school had officially rung its bell for the students to go home. Before Baekhyun knew it, he was the only one left. He didn’t mind. He liked this silence at the very end of the day.
Chanyeol waited and waited. The bell had rung practically ten minutes ago and Baekhyun was still nowhere in sight. He wasn’t in the locker hall. He checked. Two times.
Kris saw Chanyeol wandering the halls and caught up with him. “Yeol! You wanna go to Kai’s house?”
“Uh, yeah, sure.”
“Okay,” Kris said, starting to head out. When he saw that Chanyeol wasn’t following him like he expected, he waved a hand. “Earth to Chanyeol! You coming or what?”
Chanyeol spared a glance at Kris in his the midst of his search and answered him as he began to move in the opposite direction. “Yeah! You go on first. I have some other stuff to do.”
Kris scrunched his brows at Chanyeol and gave him a funny look. “Well if you say so…”
Soon after, Kris left Chanyeol and Chanyeol was back to searching. He was about to go check Baekhyun’s classroom again when a kid with big eyes bumped into him on the way there.
“Yah!”
“S-sorry!” the kid quickly apologized immediately after realizing he just bumped into The Chanyeol.
“You should’ve—hey. Wait, a minute,” Chanyeol said when the kid tried to bypass him. “You’re Baek’s friend. The one who gave him the ride this morning. What’s your name?”
“Kyungsoo.”
“Okay, Kyungsoo. Do you know where he is?” Chanyeol asked kindly, smiling as an incentive.
“Uh, yeah,” Kyungsoo replied, feeling a bit more comfortable now that Chanyeol was smiling and speaking more nicely. “He’s probably in the locker room. I was going to go get him because I—”
“No, no,” Chanyeol replied quickly. Now that he knew where Baekhyun was, he wanted to rush over there as fast as he could. “I’ll take him home.”
“But he asked me to—”
“Right. He asked you, but I’m telling you that I’ll be the one taking him home today, okay, Kyungie?” Chanyeol said. Though he said it sweetly, the undertone was pretty clear. Chanyeol would drive Baekhyun home.
Reluctantly, Kyungsoo nodded. “Okay.”
Chanyeol patted the boy on his back before rushing off to the locker room to retrieve his Baekhyun.
Baekhyun turned the shower off, wrapped a towel around his lower half, gathered his shower things, and stepped out, heading toward the benches. When he reached the bench where his bag was at, his hair was still dripping wet. He forgot to take an extra towel for his hair so Baekhyun decided he was gonna have to deal with it for now. He moved his bangs out of his face, placing them off to the side, leaving his forehead uncovered. He began to sing a song as he pulled out his clothes to change back into. He took them out of the bag and placed them on the bench.
Baekhyun stopped singing when he felt arms snake around his waist from behind him and a face resting on his shoulders. He turned his head and saw the face of the idiot-jerk-ass-fucker that’d been tormenting him. “Freaking—Chanyeol!” he cried. He tried to pry Chanyeol’s hands and fingers off of him, but his hands were nothing against the bigger guy. “What’re you doing!?”
Chanyeol ignored his question. “What kind of shampoo do you use, Baek? Cause it smells good on you.”
“Chanyeol, let—Ngh.” Baekhyun left his train of thought when one of Chanyeol’s hands found its way to his chest and sensitive buds. “Wha—what’re you doing…ngh…s-stop.”
“Mmm, I don’t wanna.”
Chanyeol’s hand left Baekhyun’s nipples alone all of a sudden when both of them began to move lower beneath the waist line. Baekhyun’s hands immediately shot down and gripped themselves onto Chanyeol’s as if to rip them off, but they didn’t. Eventually Chanyeol’s hand unraveled the towel around Baekhyun’s waist and both heard the faint drop of when it fell to the floor.
“Chanyeol!”
“Baek,” Chanyeol purred before giving Baekhyun suckling kisses on his neck. “What’re you doing being sexy here in school? Someone other than me could’ve came in here and attacked you,” he said in between the kisses.
Baekhyun couldn’t reply fast enough before Chanyeol’s hands split up. One began to stroke his manhood while the other one shot back upward, rolling his hardened nipples. Baekhyun bit his lip. Shit, shit, shit. He tried to keep himself from getting hard, but Chanyeol’s hand was really making it hard to resist it all.
“Turn your head to me, Baek,” Chanyeol said. Baekhyun, under irregular circumstances, did as he was told. All Chanyeol had to do was crane and bend his head a bit and Baekhyun’s mouth linked with his.
As Chanyeol continued to pump Baekhyun’s cock, Baekhyun wrapped an arm, holding Chanyeol’s head to his.
Fuck. Chanyeol broke the kiss, rasping and began to stroke faster. He could feel his own member coming alive. He didn’t want to take Baekhyun right then and there. It would only make Baekhyun upset when all the pleasure had come and gone. He needed to take this little vixen home, but he wasn’t going to send him home with an erect, unsatisfied hard on.
Chanyeol stroked and rub Baekhyun more strongly. “Chan…Chanyeol!” Baekhyun cried as he reached the verge and spilled his cum on Chanyeol’s hand, the bench and floor. His knees felt weak, but luckily for him, Chanyeol held him upright with an arm, using his body as more support.
Gently, Chanyeol set Baekhyun on the bench before bending down to grab the fallen towel and covering Baekhyun with it. The two said nothing to each other in the time duration that Chanyeol went and grabbed some paper towels to wipe the cum off his hand and clean the area that their sexual encounter happened at. Chanyeol decided to help Baekhyun back into his clothes and Baekhyun let him.
After getting Baekhyun in his underwear and pants, Chanyeol helped him slip his shirt back on. “Your hair’s still wet, Baek. Want me to dry it off?”
“With what?”
“That,” Chanyeol said, nodding in the direction of the towel.
“Ew. No,” Baekhyun replied. “That touched…that touched the floor.”
“Of course,” Chanyeol said.
When Chanyeol bent down to help Baekhyun put his shoes back on, Baekhyun shooed him away. “I can do it.” Then, after he finished with one shoe, in the midst of doing the other, Baekhyun groaned. “Damn it! Kyungsoo! I forgot about him! I gotta hurry—”
“He already left.”
“Wha—No. You’re probably confusing him with someone els—”
Chanyeol sighed. “Does he have big eyes and an innocent face that could ask a king for the moon and get it if he wanted? Cause, yeah. I’m pretty sure we’re talking about the same guy.”
“He left!?” Baekhyun hurriedly finished off tying his shoes and began grabbing his things in order. “Why!? He was my ride home and I didn’t bring enough money for the bus! Ugh! I gotta go, Park.”
“Wait! Baek!” Chanyeol grabbed Baekhyun’s forearm when he began to leave. “I told you I’d take you home today, didn’t I?”
Baekhyun didn’t immediately pull away. “When?”
“This morning, babe. Come on now,” Chanyeol said, smirking.
Baekhyun studied the idiot-jerk-ass-fucker’s face momentarily. “Fine...” When Chanyeol’s face lit up, he was quick to add: “But this is a one-time thing, Park!”
“You should really stop saying everything you do with me is a one-time thing, Baek,” Chanyeol chuckled. “Look where we’re at right now.”
Realizing that Chanyeol was still touching him, Baekhyun wriggled his arm free and hugged his things to his chest and looked away. “You talk too much.” When Chanyeol didn't move, Baekhyun looked back at him. “What’re you waiting for? Let’s go to your car. After delaying me so damn bad that Kyungsoo actually left, the least you could do is give me a ride and take me home without saying weird things.”
Chanyeol cocked his head to the right and shrugged. Ah, Kyungsoo didn't leave because we were wasting time jacking you off, Baek... Smiling at the boy in front of him, Chanyeol cooed. “Ah, say please.”
“Like hell I will.”
Chanyeol only stood there, not moving, giving him a look, trying to coerce him into saying the one word. When Baekhyun knew he wasn’t going to win the battle, he grumbled a bit before eventually saying it. “Please.”
Satisfied, Chanyeol led the way to his car, often times looking back to see if Baekhyun was still trailing after him and hadn’t gone running off elsewhere. He hadn’t.
The ride was awkward, but not as awkward as Baekhyun thought it could’ve been. Chanyeol didn’t play any music so the only thing they heard was silence, except for when Chanyeol asked for his address. Baekhyun thought about giving his address to Chanyeol since he was driving him home, but decided he didn’t want Chanyeol to know where he slept at night. In the end, Baekhyun ended up giving the address to his friend Luhan’s house who lived only a block from him.
When they got there, Chanyeol turned to Baekhyun. “No good-bye kiss?”
“How about a punch in the face for what you did back there,” Baekhyun replied.
Chanyeol pretended to think about it. “You can keep the fist. I want your lips.”
“You’re getting a simple good-bye.” Baekhyun unbuckled himself, slipped his backpack on, grabbed his P.E bag and then opened the door. “Good-bye,” he said plainly as he got out.
“You’re no fun!” Chanyeol said laughing. When Baekhyun shot him an annoyed look, he took it all back. “Just kidding, Baek! You have no idea how fun you are.”
Baekhyun rolled his eyes as he shut the door. He began to walk to the front door. When he glanced back, he saw that Chanyeol was still there.
Chanyeol rolled down the window and yelled, “I’m just waiting to see if my little Baek makes it in safely!”
“Fucking…ugh,” Baekhyun mumbled. He kept walking toward the door, hoping the Luhan would play along once he answered the door.
Baekhyun hit the door bell and waited for a minute before he heard someone from behind the door turning the knob. He sighed in relief when he saw that it was Luhan. “Baek!” Luhan cried, throwing his arms around him. “Wah, what’re you doing here!?”
“Uh, I’ll explain later. Can I come in?” Baekhyun asked.
“Sure! Come on!” Luhan’s eyes moved from Baekhyun to the car sitting in front of his house. “Who’s that? A friend?” Luhan began waving his arm. “Hey! Hey there!”
“Aish, stop it, Lulu,” Baekhyun said, pulling Luhan’s arms down. “Come on.” He brushed his way past Luhan, who followed right after he received a wave back from the person inside the car.
When Chanyeol was at Kai’s house drinking one up with the rest of his friends, the curiosity of wanting to know who the boy that Baekhyun hugged back there was eating him up. He eventually asked his friends. “Yah, do you guys know who Byun Baekhyun is?”
Kris and Kai shook their head. Sehun was the only one who nodded. “Yeah. Smart kid.”
“Does he have any siblings?”
Sehun threw him a look. “Fuck, I don’t know. Why would I? He’s just some kid in my class.”
“Oh...Sorry I asked,” Chanyeol grumbled.
There was a moment of silence. “Why do you wanna know?” Kai asked.
“Eh…I don’t know,” Chanyeol shrugged. “I saw him with this guy at his house. They didn’t really seem to look like…siblings. Kinda, I mean…A little bit, but I just know that they’re not.”
“Odd,” Kris commented.
“What’d this guy look like?” Sehun wanted to know.
“Eh…From what I saw, blonde...tall…Baekhyun called him Lulu, which I’m pretty sure was just a nickna—”
“Luhan,” Sehun said surely. “Luhan’s nickname is Lulu. He’s blonde, too. He fits your shitty description.”
“Oh…so they’re not siblings?”
Sehun shook his head. “Luhan’s an only child.”
“So what was he doing at Baek’s house then?” Chanyeol asked, though it was more like he was asking himself.
“Yeol, it’s not fucking illegal to visit someone,” Kai pointed out.
Ignoring Kai, Sehun asked, “Where’d you see these two together again?”
“At Baek’s house.”
“Which is at?”
Chanyeol proceeded to tell Sehun the address that Baekhyun told him.
When Sehun heard the address, he shook his head. “Uh, that’s Luhan’s house, Yeol. Been there a couple times for some stuff, but that’s Luhan’s fucking house. Pretty sure the house has his parents’ names on it.” Sehun took one last drink from his can before crushing it as much as he could and throwing onto a growing pile. “I don’t know what Byun Baekhyun was doing telling you that he lived there.”
Chanyeol could say the same thing.
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