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The Letter 10
Chapter 10
Impluses
Baekhyun hung around the front of the school waiting for Kyungsoo to come around and pick him up, but twenty minutes had passed and Kyungsoo was nowhere in sight. Baekhyun kicked a nearby stone before shuffling over to a bench and sitting down. He leaned back, arching his back and craning his head from side to side to get rid of knots. He almost jumped a mile when he heard a car come to a loud, screeching stop. He assumed it was Kyungsoo until he took a look and realized that it wasn’t.
The window rolled down and Baekhyun gave a deep frown to the driver. “Yah, Byun Baekhyun!” Lay called. “Want me to give you a ride?”
“No,” Baekhyun said, trying his best to be polite. He already told himself to forget about that little incident at his locker. “I’m waiting for someone…”
“Well, I don’t see anyone,” Lay said without looking around. “Come on.”
“I can’t. I don’t know you,” Baekhyun argued.
“We can go stop for some food and you can get to know me there,” Lay countered. “How about ice cream? You look like a guy who likes sweet things.”
What the—Baekhyun scrunched a brow. “No, I don’t,” he quickly replied. “I seriously have a ride, Lay,” he said, exaggerating Lay’s name.
“You seriously wanna sit there and burn in the sun than get in my nice, air-conditioned car and go get some cold ice cream?” Lay asked, smirking.
“You sound like a kidnapper, right now.”
Lay shrugged. “I’m really not a bad guy, Byun. You’d know that if you just spent some time with me.”
“You just came out of nowhere. I didn’t even know you until two days ago!”
“Well, I’ve known you for a while now. I’m sure we’ve all admired people from afar before, Byun,” Lay said, smiling. “I just decided I was tired of sitting around and doing nothing…”
“Wait, what?” Baekhyun could feel his heart race a little faster, anticipating a certain answer. “What do you mean?”
“What do you think I mean?” Lay asked, eyeing him.
“I-I don’t know!” Baekhyun became flustered. “Are you confessing!?”
“Well, if you wanna call it that—”
“—Yes. I do call it that,” Baekhyun interrupted.
Lay let go of the wheel and put both of his hands in front of him. “Okay then, I’m confessing.”
Baekhyun tried to stop it, but a small smile began to form on his face. “Oh…Um…”
“But, if you don’t like me, um, making attempts to let you know me some more,” Lay said, putting on the sad act, “Then I guess I can go away…”
Baekhyun frowned again. Shit, shit, shit…I’ve been there, done that, and rejection sucks, and being with Chanyeol is—Fuck that, I’m not even with him. What the hell am I going on abou—
“Are you done arguing with yourself?” Lay laughed.
“Yeah,” Baekhyun nodded.
“Yeah what?”
Baekhyun sighed and got off the bench, securing his bag to him and walked over to the car. “I’ll go—but after we get ice cream, you’re taking me straight home!”
Lay crossed his fingers in front of Baekhyun’s face when he got into the passenger seat. “You have my word, Byun.”
Chanyeol exited the school building with Kai and Kris on each side of him. All of them had their hands shoved in their pockets as they glided past loitering students in flower boy fashion. Chanyeol took his car keys out of his pocket and whirled it around his finger.
“So, where’re we going?” Kris asked.
“My place,” Kai replied. Then he lightly smacked Chanyeol on arm. “Yah, can we stop by a shop on the way to my house?”
Chanyeol didn’t think anything about it. “Yeah, sure. Where?”
“I need to go return a video at that adult store.”
Kris rolled his eyes and Chanyeol sighed. “What the hell, Kai. There’s free porn on the fucking internet.”
“Yeah, yeah, but this new friend of mine doesn’t wanna have that thing on his web history,” Kai replied.
“You can delete that, you know,” Kris said.
Kai shrugged. “Yeah, but I guess he doesn’t like the shame of knowing he watched porn in his perfect little home. I’ve just been trying to get him to come out of his fucking shell.”
“Oh my fucking god, Kai,” Kris groaned as they approached the parking lot and Chanyeol’s car. “How the hell is porn going to help this new friend of yours to get out of his fucking shell. You’re an idiot.”
“Yeah. I agree,” Chanyeol said as he unlocked his car.
“Whatever. I’m just trying to help a needy guy out,” Kai said, defending himself. “I mean, I guess he likes it! I think. I don’t know. I have to watch him closely to see if he’s reacting the way he’s supposed to.”
Kris and Chanyeol paused in the midst of pulling their car doors open. “We’re not even gonna ask anything anymore, Kai,” they both said in unison. Kai shrugged as he got in the back seat of the vehicle. He didn’t fail to slam the door unnecessarily hard, bothering Chanyeol, who loved his precious baby more than anything else—except Baekhyun— and kick Kris’ seat, sending his body forward. Chanyeol and Kris glanced at each other, both deciding that they were just going to let it go. Kai, on the other hand, pulled out his phone and started texting his new found friend.
“I’ll make this quick!” Kai said, quickly pulling the X-rated video out of his backpack and getting out of the car.
Chanyeol nodded. He placed an elbow on the window sill and Kris changed his seat's incline so he could lean back more. “Why the hell do they have a porn store in this neighborhood again?” Chanyeol asked. “It’s too…family friendly around here.”
“Maybe middle-class people like having a porn store right around the block,” Kris said, indifferently.
“Maybe…” Chanyeol said, not ruling out the stupid possibility. “Do you think that the store owner caught on already and realized that Kai’s really not as old as that stupid card of his says?”
Kris shrugged as he folded his arms and closed his eyes. “I’m pretty fucking sure that stupid shit’s been discovered a long time ago, but it’s not like the sex industry gives a flying fuck as long as they get money.”
Chanyeol wobbled his head. “Maybe.” His eyes wandered to the different shops on the block. “They’ve got cute shops around here.” I wonder if Baek would like to come here one day…
Kris shrugged, uninterested. “I wouldn’t know. I don’t like cute.”
“Whatever,” Chanyeol mumbled with a grin. “Look, there’s a plushie shop over there.”
“I don’t give two shits, Yeol.”
“Are you sure, Kris? I bet you get lonely at night in that empty bed of yours and what not. You know, since you don’t have a girlfriend,” Chanyeol teased as he lightly punched Kris by his shoulder. “A plushie could fix that.”
“Move on, Yeol. I’d fuck a guy before I get one of those stupid things.” Kris opened one eye and peeked at Chanyeol. “Why don’t you go get one?”
“Nah,” Chanyeol drawled, turning his eyes away from Kris to glaze over the area again. “I’m not lonely. I’ve got Baek—” He squinted his eyes. “Baek?”
Kris opened his other eye and looked at Chanyeol, who looked like he could kill a man, and followed his gaze. Ah…Byun Baekhyun. “Oh,” Kris simply said. When Chanyeol began to pull the keys out of the engine and open his door, Kris grabbed his hand, preventing him from taking the keys and used his other hand to pull Chanyeol back on his seat. “Christ, Yeol! Calm the fuck down!”
“Okay, guys! I’m done,” Kai said after he pulled the door open and began to get comfortable before closing his door. He noticed Chanyeol trying to pull away from Kris. He raised a brow. “Lovers quarrel?” he asked, slyly.
Kris threw him a look from the front. “Not between us, you stupid little shit.”
Kai gave him a smug grin before putting his arms around Chanyeol from the back of his seat and kept him in place. “Yah! Chanyeol! Let’s go to my house!”
Chanyeol ignored him. “What the hell is he doing with him!?”
“Who’s he talking about?” Kai whispered to Kris.
Kris grunted. “That Baekhyun kid and Lay over there,” he replied, nodding to the ice cream shop down the road.
“Ah…” Kai suddenly let Chanyeol go.
“What’re you doing?” Kris said, still gripping Chanyeol by his clothes with a hand of pure steel.
“Chanyeol’s just gonna—” Chanyeol suddenly turned to Kris and pushed him away by the face. Kris immediately let go to tend to his features. “—get mad at us instead…” Kai finished.
Kris scowled, but didn’t say anything. The two watched as Chanyeol jumped out of the running car and take heavy strides over to the ice cream shop. Kai sighed as he flopped back down in his seat and remained silent for a while before pulling out his phone again, forgetting about the world.
“Yah! So you’ve been in love with me for that long!?” Baekhyun didn’t know what to think. No one had ever had a secret crush on him before.
“Yeah,” Lay smiled as he twirled his ice cream cone. “I just never said anything before because I was kind of, you know, scared.”
Baekhyun could almost blush. “Yeah, I get it,” he replied nodding, recalling his two year experience with Sehun.
“I’m glad,” Lay smirked. He picked up a napkin and was about the dab the corner of Baekhyun’s mouth, but Baekhyun pulled away and the door to the store opened, letting the bell ring.
“I hope you don’t mind me joining,” Chanyeol coldly said, pulling a chair hastily from another table and joining the two without permission. “Don’t mind me. Keep talking.”
Baekhyun sat there with his jaw on the floor as Lay flashed one at Chanyeol. “Long time no see, Yeol. When was the last time I saw you?” he asked, nicely.
“Oh, I don’t know. Crashing my fucking party and having se—”
“Oh that’s right! I saw you at my mother’s forty-second birthday,” Lay said, overpowering Chanyeol’s voice. “The present you got her was lovely.”
Chanyeol sat straighter. “I didn’t go to your mom’s old people party, you lying sh—”
“Yah!” Baekhyun turned to Chanyeol and flicked him square in the forehead.
“Baek! What the fuck!?” Chanyeol said, drawing back.
“What’re you doing here?” Baekhyun asked, giving him an upset look.
“I just saw you so I thought—”
“Well you thought wrong,” Baekhyun cut in. Chanyeol saw from the corner of his eye that Lay’s lips were quivering, trying to stall in a laugh. “Can’t I have ice cream with some other human being besides you without you bursting in all angry as fuck!?”
“I’m not angry as fu—”
“I don’t care.” Baekhyun gripped his cone and stood up. He looked at Lay. “Come on, Lay. Let’s go. Sorry that this guy kind of just came in here…”
Lay shrugged, sparing at glance at Chanyeol , who was glaring knives at him as he stood up from his seat also. “It’s okay.” He pushed his chair in and began to follow Baekhyun who turned to exit the shop. “Nice seeing you, Yeol.” As he passed by Chanyeol, he discreetly leaned forward and whispered, “Finally caught one that you really like, haven’t I?”
Chanyeol almost exploded with anger.
Baekhyun lied on his bed, staring up at his blank ceiling, thinking about what had happened hours ago. He was actually having a nice time with Lay and learning about his secret crush on him. The thought about it made Baekhyun feel flattered. There was something that Baekhyun felt was missing during their time together, though. Baekhyun noticed how he didn’t exactly feel his heart race the way all the movies depicted it when the main character found that perfect, flawless guy. Weird…I always feel that way with Park—Baekhyun realized what he was thinking and rolled around in bed, crying out in frustration. You’re stupid, Baek. Your heart races with Park because your blood pressure goes up from his stupid smile and all the stupid stuff that dumbass says.
Ruffling his hair, Baekhyun got up to go brush his hair again since it’d been thirty minutes since he got out of the shower and he still hadn’t brushed his hair properly, leaving it in a messy state. He brushed his hair in the full body mirror and stopped when he made eye contact with himself. He frowned as his eyes traveled down to his own body.
Flashbacks of the night with Chanyeol came in, making their presence in Baekhyun’s mind known. Baekhyun grimaced, but soon started to lift his shirt up to his chest to examine his own vessel. Does Park seriously find this attractive? Baekhyun asked himself. He’s blind.
Baekhyun pulled his shirt back down and then pulled his pajama pants down a tiny bit to see his own hips. He froze as he remembered how Chanyeol—not Sehun—had grabbed him by them to make him meet him with every thrust—Baekhyun killed the memory and pulled his pants back up. What the fuck are you thinking?
Just as he was backing away from his own reflection, Baekhyun heard a knock on his door. He quickly turned his head and heard his mom’s voice.
“Baekhyun, honey, a friend of yours is here to see you,” he heard his mother call from behind the door.
Baekhyun creased his brows. “Friend?” he mumbled to himself.
“Baek, honey? Are you there?” his mom asked.
Finding his voice again, Baekhyun replied, “Yeah. Come in!”
The door knob turned and Baekhyun watched the door slowly opened. He was expecting someone like Kyungsoo, or Suho. They’d been to his house at ungodly hours before just to ask him a few questions on school…It couldn’t be Tao, though. God only knew where that kid had been for the last few days...
When the door finally swung open, Baekhyun saw his mom standing at his doorway with a tall giant standing next to her. Baekhyun cursed himself. Every single fucking time I think about this giant idiot, he appears out of thin air!
“Here you go, Chanyeol,” his mom said, smiling at the giant. “Honey, I’ll be downstairs if you two need anything okay?”
Baekhyun didn’t make an audible reply, so Chanyeol took over the job. “Okay! Thank you, Mrs. Byun,” he said, bowing and giving her a bright smile. His mom smiled back before she went back downstairs to finish making dinner.
Chanyeol entered the room and Baekhyun watched him as he closed the door behind him. The two stood looking at each other for seconds on end before Baekhyun looked away, unable to take the heat from Chanyeol’s eyes.
“What the hell?”
Chanyeol didn’t need to ask what he meant. He knew Baekhyun was asking him what he was doing at his house. But, he couldn’t immediately find an answer. He wasn’t too sure himself. He shrugged. “I don’t know. I just wanted to see you.”
Baekhyun gave him a doubting look. “Okay. Well you’ve seen me,” he said, lifting his arms a bit, only to drop them back down. “Now go home.”
Chanyeol shook his head. “No.” He took a step toward Baekhyun. Alerted, Baekhyun took a step back, but only lost grounds in the end when Chanyeol advanced even more.
“Come here, Baek…” he said. “Just come here. I want to feel you.” He reached out both of his arms to Baekhyun. Baekhyun only looked at him.
“What are you doing, Chanyeol?” Baekhyun said, drawing back a bit for every step Chanyeol took.
“Nothing.” His hands finally got a brush of Baekhyun. Addicted, Chanyeol took the final step, closing the space between them, holding Baekhyun’s head in between his two hands. “I just wanted to see you,” he repeated, forcing Baekhyun to look up at him and look him in the eyes. “I wanted to touch you without you pulling away. I wanted to see your face without an angry expression, so please lose the look...”
“I don’t understand you…”
“You don’t?” Chanyeol gave him a small smile as he cocked his head slightly to the right. Baekhyun’s hands climbed up and clamped themselves on top of Chanyeol’s as if trying to pry them hands away, but they didn’t. They just stayed there, touching his. “I thought I made myself clear.”
“A-About what?”
“About how I want you.”
Chanyeol leaned down and brushed his lips against Baekhyun’s before taking him. Baekhyun gasped and shut his eyes, expecting Chanyeol to push his tongue right through and conquer him roughly, but he didn’t. He asked for permission this time, making their kiss slow and sweet. Baekhyun closed his eyes and when he was ready, he let Chanyeol in, letting him explore the insides of his mouth. Baekhyun was timid at first, but shortly Baekhyun began to kiss Chanyeol back, making Chanyeol smile with every response he got back.
Chanyeol began to slowly manipulate their bodies toward the bed and before Baekhyun knew it, Chanyeol was laying his body on the bed, hovering over him. Baekhyun’s hands left Chanyeol’s as his arms went on to wrap themselves around his neck, pulling him closer.
When Baekhyun accidentally brushed Chanyeol’s groin, Chanyeol groaned in his mouth. “Baek…”
“Sorry,” Baekhyun let out before returning his lips to Chanyeol’s.
The two continued to kiss each other with mindless passion that left them both breathless until the two heard a subtle knock at the door. They immediately and begrudgingly pulled away from each other. Chanyeol jumped off the bed, fixed his shirt and hair, fixing anything out of touch. Baekhyun pulled himself together on the bed, wiping a string or two of saliva off the corner of his mouth.
Not even seconds after their separation, the door opened and Baekhyun’s mother stuck her head in.
“Honey, dinner’s ready. Chanyeol, would you like to stay?”
Baekhyun’s eyes whipped to Chanyeol who was immediately put on the spot. “Um…” Chanyeol glanced down at Baekhyun. “Sure…That’d be nice.”
“Come on down then!” she happily said, motioning for them to leave the room before leaving.
“Are you serious?” Baekhyun asked, after his mom left.
“Yeah,” Chanyeol shrugged. “It’d be nice to eat with people for once.”
Baekhyun didn’t say anything in response. He got off the bed and fixed his shirt. “Alright. Come on, then,” he said as he started shuffling for the door.
Before he reached the door, Chanyeol wrapped his arms around Baekhyun’s waist and rested his head on his shoulder. “Thanks, Baek.”
“What for?” Baekhyun asked softly, staring at the floor.
“For not pushing me away,” Chanyeol replied back in a hushed voice. “I needed some reassurance for my own stupid insecurity.”
Baekhyun tried to act indifferent. “Well did you get some?”
“Yeah.”
“Okay then. Let’s go,” Baekhyun said as he pried Chanyeol’s arms away from him. This disappointed Chanyeol for a moment, but his spirits weren’t dead for long. They came right back up when Baekhyun kept hold of one hand as he led Chanyeol downstairs.
Impluses
Baekhyun hung around the front of the school waiting for Kyungsoo to come around and pick him up, but twenty minutes had passed and Kyungsoo was nowhere in sight. Baekhyun kicked a nearby stone before shuffling over to a bench and sitting down. He leaned back, arching his back and craning his head from side to side to get rid of knots. He almost jumped a mile when he heard a car come to a loud, screeching stop. He assumed it was Kyungsoo until he took a look and realized that it wasn’t.
The window rolled down and Baekhyun gave a deep frown to the driver. “Yah, Byun Baekhyun!” Lay called. “Want me to give you a ride?”
“No,” Baekhyun said, trying his best to be polite. He already told himself to forget about that little incident at his locker. “I’m waiting for someone…”
“Well, I don’t see anyone,” Lay said without looking around. “Come on.”
“I can’t. I don’t know you,” Baekhyun argued.
“We can go stop for some food and you can get to know me there,” Lay countered. “How about ice cream? You look like a guy who likes sweet things.”
What the—Baekhyun scrunched a brow. “No, I don’t,” he quickly replied. “I seriously have a ride, Lay,” he said, exaggerating Lay’s name.
“You seriously wanna sit there and burn in the sun than get in my nice, air-conditioned car and go get some cold ice cream?” Lay asked, smirking.
“You sound like a kidnapper, right now.”
Lay shrugged. “I’m really not a bad guy, Byun. You’d know that if you just spent some time with me.”
“You just came out of nowhere. I didn’t even know you until two days ago!”
“Well, I’ve known you for a while now. I’m sure we’ve all admired people from afar before, Byun,” Lay said, smiling. “I just decided I was tired of sitting around and doing nothing…”
“Wait, what?” Baekhyun could feel his heart race a little faster, anticipating a certain answer. “What do you mean?”
“What do you think I mean?” Lay asked, eyeing him.
“I-I don’t know!” Baekhyun became flustered. “Are you confessing!?”
“Well, if you wanna call it that—”
“—Yes. I do call it that,” Baekhyun interrupted.
Lay let go of the wheel and put both of his hands in front of him. “Okay then, I’m confessing.”
Baekhyun tried to stop it, but a small smile began to form on his face. “Oh…Um…”
“But, if you don’t like me, um, making attempts to let you know me some more,” Lay said, putting on the sad act, “Then I guess I can go away…”
Baekhyun frowned again. Shit, shit, shit…I’ve been there, done that, and rejection sucks, and being with Chanyeol is—Fuck that, I’m not even with him. What the hell am I going on abou—
“Are you done arguing with yourself?” Lay laughed.
“Yeah,” Baekhyun nodded.
“Yeah what?”
Baekhyun sighed and got off the bench, securing his bag to him and walked over to the car. “I’ll go—but after we get ice cream, you’re taking me straight home!”
Lay crossed his fingers in front of Baekhyun’s face when he got into the passenger seat. “You have my word, Byun.”
Chanyeol exited the school building with Kai and Kris on each side of him. All of them had their hands shoved in their pockets as they glided past loitering students in flower boy fashion. Chanyeol took his car keys out of his pocket and whirled it around his finger.
“So, where’re we going?” Kris asked.
“My place,” Kai replied. Then he lightly smacked Chanyeol on arm. “Yah, can we stop by a shop on the way to my house?”
Chanyeol didn’t think anything about it. “Yeah, sure. Where?”
“I need to go return a video at that adult store.”
Kris rolled his eyes and Chanyeol sighed. “What the hell, Kai. There’s free porn on the fucking internet.”
“Yeah, yeah, but this new friend of mine doesn’t wanna have that thing on his web history,” Kai replied.
“You can delete that, you know,” Kris said.
Kai shrugged. “Yeah, but I guess he doesn’t like the shame of knowing he watched porn in his perfect little home. I’ve just been trying to get him to come out of his fucking shell.”
“Oh my fucking god, Kai,” Kris groaned as they approached the parking lot and Chanyeol’s car. “How the hell is porn going to help this new friend of yours to get out of his fucking shell. You’re an idiot.”
“Yeah. I agree,” Chanyeol said as he unlocked his car.
“Whatever. I’m just trying to help a needy guy out,” Kai said, defending himself. “I mean, I guess he likes it! I think. I don’t know. I have to watch him closely to see if he’s reacting the way he’s supposed to.”
Kris and Chanyeol paused in the midst of pulling their car doors open. “We’re not even gonna ask anything anymore, Kai,” they both said in unison. Kai shrugged as he got in the back seat of the vehicle. He didn’t fail to slam the door unnecessarily hard, bothering Chanyeol, who loved his precious baby more than anything else—except Baekhyun— and kick Kris’ seat, sending his body forward. Chanyeol and Kris glanced at each other, both deciding that they were just going to let it go. Kai, on the other hand, pulled out his phone and started texting his new found friend.
“I’ll make this quick!” Kai said, quickly pulling the X-rated video out of his backpack and getting out of the car.
Chanyeol nodded. He placed an elbow on the window sill and Kris changed his seat's incline so he could lean back more. “Why the hell do they have a porn store in this neighborhood again?” Chanyeol asked. “It’s too…family friendly around here.”
“Maybe middle-class people like having a porn store right around the block,” Kris said, indifferently.
“Maybe…” Chanyeol said, not ruling out the stupid possibility. “Do you think that the store owner caught on already and realized that Kai’s really not as old as that stupid card of his says?”
Kris shrugged as he folded his arms and closed his eyes. “I’m pretty fucking sure that stupid shit’s been discovered a long time ago, but it’s not like the sex industry gives a flying fuck as long as they get money.”
Chanyeol wobbled his head. “Maybe.” His eyes wandered to the different shops on the block. “They’ve got cute shops around here.” I wonder if Baek would like to come here one day…
Kris shrugged, uninterested. “I wouldn’t know. I don’t like cute.”
“Whatever,” Chanyeol mumbled with a grin. “Look, there’s a plushie shop over there.”
“I don’t give two shits, Yeol.”
“Are you sure, Kris? I bet you get lonely at night in that empty bed of yours and what not. You know, since you don’t have a girlfriend,” Chanyeol teased as he lightly punched Kris by his shoulder. “A plushie could fix that.”
“Move on, Yeol. I’d fuck a guy before I get one of those stupid things.” Kris opened one eye and peeked at Chanyeol. “Why don’t you go get one?”
“Nah,” Chanyeol drawled, turning his eyes away from Kris to glaze over the area again. “I’m not lonely. I’ve got Baek—” He squinted his eyes. “Baek?”
Kris opened his other eye and looked at Chanyeol, who looked like he could kill a man, and followed his gaze. Ah…Byun Baekhyun. “Oh,” Kris simply said. When Chanyeol began to pull the keys out of the engine and open his door, Kris grabbed his hand, preventing him from taking the keys and used his other hand to pull Chanyeol back on his seat. “Christ, Yeol! Calm the fuck down!”
“Okay, guys! I’m done,” Kai said after he pulled the door open and began to get comfortable before closing his door. He noticed Chanyeol trying to pull away from Kris. He raised a brow. “Lovers quarrel?” he asked, slyly.
Kris threw him a look from the front. “Not between us, you stupid little shit.”
Kai gave him a smug grin before putting his arms around Chanyeol from the back of his seat and kept him in place. “Yah! Chanyeol! Let’s go to my house!”
Chanyeol ignored him. “What the hell is he doing with him!?”
“Who’s he talking about?” Kai whispered to Kris.
Kris grunted. “That Baekhyun kid and Lay over there,” he replied, nodding to the ice cream shop down the road.
“Ah…” Kai suddenly let Chanyeol go.
“What’re you doing?” Kris said, still gripping Chanyeol by his clothes with a hand of pure steel.
“Chanyeol’s just gonna—” Chanyeol suddenly turned to Kris and pushed him away by the face. Kris immediately let go to tend to his features. “—get mad at us instead…” Kai finished.
Kris scowled, but didn’t say anything. The two watched as Chanyeol jumped out of the running car and take heavy strides over to the ice cream shop. Kai sighed as he flopped back down in his seat and remained silent for a while before pulling out his phone again, forgetting about the world.
“Yah! So you’ve been in love with me for that long!?” Baekhyun didn’t know what to think. No one had ever had a secret crush on him before.
“Yeah,” Lay smiled as he twirled his ice cream cone. “I just never said anything before because I was kind of, you know, scared.”
Baekhyun could almost blush. “Yeah, I get it,” he replied nodding, recalling his two year experience with Sehun.
“I’m glad,” Lay smirked. He picked up a napkin and was about the dab the corner of Baekhyun’s mouth, but Baekhyun pulled away and the door to the store opened, letting the bell ring.
“I hope you don’t mind me joining,” Chanyeol coldly said, pulling a chair hastily from another table and joining the two without permission. “Don’t mind me. Keep talking.”
Baekhyun sat there with his jaw on the floor as Lay flashed one at Chanyeol. “Long time no see, Yeol. When was the last time I saw you?” he asked, nicely.
“Oh, I don’t know. Crashing my fucking party and having se—”
“Oh that’s right! I saw you at my mother’s forty-second birthday,” Lay said, overpowering Chanyeol’s voice. “The present you got her was lovely.”
Chanyeol sat straighter. “I didn’t go to your mom’s old people party, you lying sh—”
“Yah!” Baekhyun turned to Chanyeol and flicked him square in the forehead.
“Baek! What the fuck!?” Chanyeol said, drawing back.
“What’re you doing here?” Baekhyun asked, giving him an upset look.
“I just saw you so I thought—”
“Well you thought wrong,” Baekhyun cut in. Chanyeol saw from the corner of his eye that Lay’s lips were quivering, trying to stall in a laugh. “Can’t I have ice cream with some other human being besides you without you bursting in all angry as fuck!?”
“I’m not angry as fu—”
“I don’t care.” Baekhyun gripped his cone and stood up. He looked at Lay. “Come on, Lay. Let’s go. Sorry that this guy kind of just came in here…”
Lay shrugged, sparing at glance at Chanyeol , who was glaring knives at him as he stood up from his seat also. “It’s okay.” He pushed his chair in and began to follow Baekhyun who turned to exit the shop. “Nice seeing you, Yeol.” As he passed by Chanyeol, he discreetly leaned forward and whispered, “Finally caught one that you really like, haven’t I?”
Chanyeol almost exploded with anger.
Baekhyun lied on his bed, staring up at his blank ceiling, thinking about what had happened hours ago. He was actually having a nice time with Lay and learning about his secret crush on him. The thought about it made Baekhyun feel flattered. There was something that Baekhyun felt was missing during their time together, though. Baekhyun noticed how he didn’t exactly feel his heart race the way all the movies depicted it when the main character found that perfect, flawless guy. Weird…I always feel that way with Park—Baekhyun realized what he was thinking and rolled around in bed, crying out in frustration. You’re stupid, Baek. Your heart races with Park because your blood pressure goes up from his stupid smile and all the stupid stuff that dumbass says.
Ruffling his hair, Baekhyun got up to go brush his hair again since it’d been thirty minutes since he got out of the shower and he still hadn’t brushed his hair properly, leaving it in a messy state. He brushed his hair in the full body mirror and stopped when he made eye contact with himself. He frowned as his eyes traveled down to his own body.
Flashbacks of the night with Chanyeol came in, making their presence in Baekhyun’s mind known. Baekhyun grimaced, but soon started to lift his shirt up to his chest to examine his own vessel. Does Park seriously find this attractive? Baekhyun asked himself. He’s blind.
Baekhyun pulled his shirt back down and then pulled his pajama pants down a tiny bit to see his own hips. He froze as he remembered how Chanyeol—not Sehun—had grabbed him by them to make him meet him with every thrust—Baekhyun killed the memory and pulled his pants back up. What the fuck are you thinking?
Just as he was backing away from his own reflection, Baekhyun heard a knock on his door. He quickly turned his head and heard his mom’s voice.
“Baekhyun, honey, a friend of yours is here to see you,” he heard his mother call from behind the door.
Baekhyun creased his brows. “Friend?” he mumbled to himself.
“Baek, honey? Are you there?” his mom asked.
Finding his voice again, Baekhyun replied, “Yeah. Come in!”
The door knob turned and Baekhyun watched the door slowly opened. He was expecting someone like Kyungsoo, or Suho. They’d been to his house at ungodly hours before just to ask him a few questions on school…It couldn’t be Tao, though. God only knew where that kid had been for the last few days...
When the door finally swung open, Baekhyun saw his mom standing at his doorway with a tall giant standing next to her. Baekhyun cursed himself. Every single fucking time I think about this giant idiot, he appears out of thin air!
“Here you go, Chanyeol,” his mom said, smiling at the giant. “Honey, I’ll be downstairs if you two need anything okay?”
Baekhyun didn’t make an audible reply, so Chanyeol took over the job. “Okay! Thank you, Mrs. Byun,” he said, bowing and giving her a bright smile. His mom smiled back before she went back downstairs to finish making dinner.
Chanyeol entered the room and Baekhyun watched him as he closed the door behind him. The two stood looking at each other for seconds on end before Baekhyun looked away, unable to take the heat from Chanyeol’s eyes.
“What the hell?”
Chanyeol didn’t need to ask what he meant. He knew Baekhyun was asking him what he was doing at his house. But, he couldn’t immediately find an answer. He wasn’t too sure himself. He shrugged. “I don’t know. I just wanted to see you.”
Baekhyun gave him a doubting look. “Okay. Well you’ve seen me,” he said, lifting his arms a bit, only to drop them back down. “Now go home.”
Chanyeol shook his head. “No.” He took a step toward Baekhyun. Alerted, Baekhyun took a step back, but only lost grounds in the end when Chanyeol advanced even more.
“Come here, Baek…” he said. “Just come here. I want to feel you.” He reached out both of his arms to Baekhyun. Baekhyun only looked at him.
“What are you doing, Chanyeol?” Baekhyun said, drawing back a bit for every step Chanyeol took.
“Nothing.” His hands finally got a brush of Baekhyun. Addicted, Chanyeol took the final step, closing the space between them, holding Baekhyun’s head in between his two hands. “I just wanted to see you,” he repeated, forcing Baekhyun to look up at him and look him in the eyes. “I wanted to touch you without you pulling away. I wanted to see your face without an angry expression, so please lose the look...”
“I don’t understand you…”
“You don’t?” Chanyeol gave him a small smile as he cocked his head slightly to the right. Baekhyun’s hands climbed up and clamped themselves on top of Chanyeol’s as if trying to pry them hands away, but they didn’t. They just stayed there, touching his. “I thought I made myself clear.”
“A-About what?”
“About how I want you.”
Chanyeol leaned down and brushed his lips against Baekhyun’s before taking him. Baekhyun gasped and shut his eyes, expecting Chanyeol to push his tongue right through and conquer him roughly, but he didn’t. He asked for permission this time, making their kiss slow and sweet. Baekhyun closed his eyes and when he was ready, he let Chanyeol in, letting him explore the insides of his mouth. Baekhyun was timid at first, but shortly Baekhyun began to kiss Chanyeol back, making Chanyeol smile with every response he got back.
Chanyeol began to slowly manipulate their bodies toward the bed and before Baekhyun knew it, Chanyeol was laying his body on the bed, hovering over him. Baekhyun’s hands left Chanyeol’s as his arms went on to wrap themselves around his neck, pulling him closer.
When Baekhyun accidentally brushed Chanyeol’s groin, Chanyeol groaned in his mouth. “Baek…”
“Sorry,” Baekhyun let out before returning his lips to Chanyeol’s.
The two continued to kiss each other with mindless passion that left them both breathless until the two heard a subtle knock at the door. They immediately and begrudgingly pulled away from each other. Chanyeol jumped off the bed, fixed his shirt and hair, fixing anything out of touch. Baekhyun pulled himself together on the bed, wiping a string or two of saliva off the corner of his mouth.
Not even seconds after their separation, the door opened and Baekhyun’s mother stuck her head in.
“Honey, dinner’s ready. Chanyeol, would you like to stay?”
Baekhyun’s eyes whipped to Chanyeol who was immediately put on the spot. “Um…” Chanyeol glanced down at Baekhyun. “Sure…That’d be nice.”
“Come on down then!” she happily said, motioning for them to leave the room before leaving.
“Are you serious?” Baekhyun asked, after his mom left.
“Yeah,” Chanyeol shrugged. “It’d be nice to eat with people for once.”
Baekhyun didn’t say anything in response. He got off the bed and fixed his shirt. “Alright. Come on, then,” he said as he started shuffling for the door.
Before he reached the door, Chanyeol wrapped his arms around Baekhyun’s waist and rested his head on his shoulder. “Thanks, Baek.”
“What for?” Baekhyun asked softly, staring at the floor.
“For not pushing me away,” Chanyeol replied back in a hushed voice. “I needed some reassurance for my own stupid insecurity.”
Baekhyun tried to act indifferent. “Well did you get some?”
“Yeah.”
“Okay then. Let’s go,” Baekhyun said as he pried Chanyeol’s arms away from him. This disappointed Chanyeol for a moment, but his spirits weren’t dead for long. They came right back up when Baekhyun kept hold of one hand as he led Chanyeol downstairs.
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I love kisses like that.
I wanna go make out with someone now
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