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The Letter 17
Chapter 17
Confessions of a Drunk Man
Lay grimaced when he failed to see Baekhyun and Chanyeol at dinner. He saw that porn-loving playboy and Baekhyun’s friend—the one with big eyes did come. He also later saw Kris, who was followed by Tao’s wadding self a few minutes later, but, like the last two, Lay had no interest in them as well.
He gave up anticipating for Baekhyun. It took too much energy to care so he just stopped caring. The only uplifting thing about the rest of Lay’s night was his free time on the computer once he was back in his hotel room. But even that was taken away from him.
At exactly ten-thirty, Lay noticed a figure from the corner of his eye standing near his bed. He sighed knowing that it was none other than the stranger he was forced to share a room with. “What do you want, Suho?”
“It’s time to go to bed.”
“Who said?” Lay asked, paying Suho only a fraction of his attention. He kept scrolling down his page.
“The school officials.” Out like magic, Suho threw a piece of paper in Lay’s face. “‘Students should be asleep by ten-thirty pm.’”
Lay scoffed and smacked the paper away. “Just because it says we should doesn’t mean that we have to.”
Suho didn’t care. “Put that laptop away, Lay. You’re going to take your eyes off that LCD screen and you’re putting that Earth-hating device away.”
“Back the hell off, Suho!” Lay warned giving Suho a scowling glance. “How about you go to bed and turn the other way if you hate the god damn LCD light so much.”
“I can’t do that either because if I turn the lights off, the light from your laptop’s going to intensify and fry your eyes,” Suho argued. He wasn’t about to back down.
“Who the hell cares?” Lay turned his head away from Suho. “Mind your own business.”
Suho sighed before grumbling, “Fine. If you want to be like this…” Suho went to the wall and pulled Lay’s laptop charger out the wall.
Lay immediately snapped his body to him. “What the fuck!? Plug that back in!”
Suho didn’t say anything in reply. He walked back over to Lay and snatched the laptop off his lap. When Lay tried to attack him for it back, Suho hit him on the forehead using the heel of his palm. “We’re going to bed.”
“Yah! That’s mine.”
“Not anymore.”
Suho had the laptop under his arm and once he got to his own bed, he put it on mattress. Then he covered it with his pillow and got into the bed, prepping his surroundings for sleep.
“Are you serious right now?”
“I think we’ve established that I’m not joking around,” Suho replied. He pulled the covers over him and reached for the lamps in between the two beds. “Good night.”
“Screw you.”
“Wouldn’t you love to?” Click. Suho turned the lights off and laid down.
Lay was left in the dark, still sitting up on his bed. He was fuming. Who the hell does he think he is? Lay glared at where he knew Suho’s body was. Whatever. I’ll go to fucking bed like you fucking asked, you control freak! Lay begrudgingly plopped into his bed, but was still wide awake after fifteen minutes of tossing and turning around.
Suho heard him moved around like crazy and was silently annoyed by it, but decided not to speak, letting on the act that he had fallen fast asleep. He kept his ears open, though.
Twenty minutes passed and Lay was still in his bed, bored out of his fucking mind. Screw this shit. Lay leaned over to the side of his bed and began to rustle around his backpack. Once he felt his cellphone in the dark, he wrapped his fingers around it and pulled it out. He paused to see if Suho was still sleeping. When he heard that he was, he slipped under his covers.
Baekhyun laid tangled with Chanyeol’s body with Chanyeol’s legs over him and his arm around his waist. He couldn’t sleep, but the giant next to him certainly could. How the hell could he!? He had expected Kai to knock back on the door to be let in, but so far he wasn’t back.
Gahh! Baekhyun felt like killing himself. Kai probably knew what was going on for sure. He’s not stupid…Baekhyun stopped. At least I don’t think he is. Baekhyun moved to get more comfortable. Having Chanyeol’s limbs on him was sweet, but that shit wasn't making his position feel any more better.
In the midst of moving around, Baekhyun heard his phone loudly vibrate on the bed stand. Chanyeol responded by groaning in annoyance. Baekhyun grimaced as he felt Chanyeol move. Sensing an opportunity to leave him for a split second to grab his phone, Baekhyun took it. He leaned over and grabbed the device, but immediately pulled back in bed, turning away from Chanyeol.
“Yah…” Chanyeol grumbled. “Put that thing away…”
“No, it could be my mom,” Baekhyun quickly replied. He slid open his phone and blinked when he saw the messenger.
“Who’s it from?” Chanyeol asked, tired. He laid on the bed, opening one eye to look at Baekhyun’s dark figure, outlined by the cellphone’s light.
“Uh…mom. My mom.”
Chanyeol grunted. “Well hurry up and reply then…” Then he went back to closing his eyes.
“Yeah. Okay…” Baekhyun replied, starring at the name and text on his phone.
From: Lay
Hey. Are you still up?
From: Baekhyun
Uh, yeah. Why? What’s going on?
From: Lay
Nothing. Just thinking about you, really.
Baekhyun had to squint his eyes to see if he read that text correctly. He did.
From: Baekhyun
Oh! I’m flattered then ^^ But you should really get to bed, don’t you think? Haha
From: Lay
But I can’t :(
Baekhyun frowned along with Lay’s emoticon.
From: Baekhyun
Ah, really?? Maybe you shoul—
Before Baekhyun could finish typing the text, he got another one from Lay and was forced to erase what he wrote down already.
From: Lay
Wanna meet me outside??
Baekhyun was taken aback from the request.
From: Baekhyun
Uh…I don’t know.
From: Lay
Chanyeol doesn’t have to know.
From: Baekhyun
I don’t see how meeting you have to affect that idiot.
From: Lay
So I’ll meet you outside then?
Baekhyun thought about it for a while. He turned around and faintly saw Chanyeol’s body, which had turned away from him to avoid the glaring light from his cellphone. He turned back to the phone, stilled for a moment, then wrote back.
From: Baekhyun
Where?
From: Lay
Does the lobby work for you?
From: Baekhyun
Yeah. I’ll see you there, then.
From: Lay
Great ;) See you in a few.
Baekhyun stared at what he just agreed to for a few moments before throwing the covers off of him and throwing his legs off to the side of the bed. Chanyeol felt the bed shift as weight left it. He rolled back to Baekhyun’s side and saw Baekhyun turn the light on.
“Yah…where’re you going off to? Get back in here,” Chanyeol said, holding the covers open for Baekhyun.
Baekhyun shook his head. “I’ll be gone for a while, Park,” he replied as he walked over to his suitcase and pulled out a shirt, quickly putting it on.
Chanyeol frowned as Baekhyun went back to referring to him by his last name. He sat up. “Why?”
“Ah…I’m still a little bit hungry even though we ate at that one place…” Baekhyun lied, grimacing for the sympathy.
“Baek—”
“Just go back to sleep,” Baekhyun said. He was pulling up his pants and, shortly after, buttoning and buckling it up.
Chanyeol was silent for a while, sitting shirtless on the bed, watching Baekhyun on the edge getting quickly dressed. He then sighed and plopped back on the bed. “Alright…Hey, listen. Bring me back something, too.”
Baekhyun paused, then turned around and nodded. “Okay.”
“Can I get a good-bye ki—”
“No.”
Chanyeol wasn’t too hurt by it. He knew Baekhyun’s evasive manner already. “Fine. But, you better come back, Baek…” he said, tired.
Baekhyun was about to say yes until he realized that this was an opportunity to go find Kyungsoo and stay the night with him. He decided to give Chanyeol a very vague, “Sure”, which Chanyeol failed to be alerted by. Chanyeol nodded before turning over and pulling the covers back up. Baekhyun took one last look of him before reaching the door and going for the lobby.
“Hey…” Suho said, trying to act as if he just woke up to Lay’s sudden bustling. “Where do you think you’re going after—” he glanced at the digital clock“—eleven?”
“Go back to sleep and mind your own flippin’ business,” Lay said, tying his last untied shoe. “You’re not my mother. You’re an uptight stranger who needs to back the hell off. If I want to go out and get a drink with someone, then deal with it. No one asked you for your damn opinion.”
“I still think that—”
“I don’t care.”
Lay got up and walked to the door. “Don’t wait up.”
He shut the door behind him. When he was gone, Suho’s domineering façade went away also. He groaned and got out of his bed to get his phone from his backpack. When he retrieved it, he impatiently waited for it to turn on. When it was fully activated, he immediately went to messenger.
Chanyeol was just about to fall asleep when his own phone rang, indicating an incoming text. Begrudgingly, he got out of bed and looked for his shorts. When he found them, he took his phone out of the front pocket. Seeing that the text on the phone was from Suho, Chanyeol immediately frowned.
From: Suho
He just left. He didn’t say where he was going. I’m sorry, Chanyeol :( I can follow him if you want??
Chanyeol gave a bitter single laugh. “What a fucking coincidence that Baekhyun just left also.”
From: Chanyeol
Then I guess we both lost our kids. Go and try to find out where yours is. If he’s with mine, he’s dead.
From: Suho
Got it.
Baekhyun saw Lay sitting in one of the chairs in the lobby and jogged on over to him. He knew he didn’t keep him waiting for long, but Baekhyun was one of those people who thought being waited on was embarrassing. When Lay noticed the hurried kid, he smiled and got up.
Lay took in what Baekhyun was wearing: a simple shirt and pants. “No jacket?”
Baekhyun raised a brow. “Why would I need one?” he asked giving a laugh.
“It gets pretty cold by the ocean at night, you know.”
Baekhyun blankly stared at Lay for a few seconds before saying something. “We’re going back to the beach side?”
“Yeah. Come on,” Lay said, craning a finger at Baekhyun as he turned on his heel. “Let’s go grab a few things before we go there.” Hesitant at first, Baekhyun ended up following and falling in step with Lay, walking out of the hotel together.
Lay’s idea of a “few things” ended up being a four cans of beer, two for each of them. Baekhyun didn’t drink, but Lay already spent the money. He figured he’d know his own limit when he got there.
The two of them found a washed up part of a tree and decided to use that as seating. It wasn’t hard finding it. The moon was completely full and bright enough to be able to see efficiently, though the shadows remained as shadows. When both were finally sitting, Lay took one of the cans and opened it for Baekhyun.
“Thanks,” Baekhyun said as he took the can.
Lay nodded. He opened his own can and began to take large gulps of it down. After his first downing, Lay looked over at Baekhyun. “What’s wrong? You don’t want any?”
Baekhyun opened his mouth to say something, but the words seemed to be stuck. He shook his head. “N-No. I was just—ah, never mind.” Baekhyun took the can to his lips and tilted it enough to get a small stream going in his mouth. When he swallowed, he got the full taste of it. He didn’t know whether or not he liked it yet.
Lay smirked. “That’s more like it.” He turned his attention from Baekhyun to the ocean and the horizon. “Isn’t it pretty?”
Baekhyun wordlessly nodded. “Yeah…”
“You can’t see the sky from the hotel and in the city because of light pollution. But, here…you can see them better. See?” Lay pointed to the sky. “I promise you the stars shine brighter here than back there.”
“I believe you.”
Lay looked over at Baekhyun who he saw was looking up, mesmerized by the sky. He smiled at his face. “Yah, drink more. You still have another one to go through.”
“O-Oh. Yeah,” Baekhyun said. He gripped the can and took another sip. “Why’d you ask me out?”
“Couldn’t sleep. No one else here likes me so you were basically the only one I could ask to hang out with,” Lay said, shrugging.
Baekhyun frowned after hearing that. He gave Lay a small shove. “If that’s the case then call me up whenever you want to hang out in the night like a bunch of night crawlers! Except let me do the picnic buying next time,” he said, lifting the can in his hand.
Lay laughed. “Fine, fine.”
The two sat in comfortable silence until they heard a buzzing noise. Lay glanced over at Baekhyun. “That’s not my phone...”
Baekhyun sighed. “Yeah…Sorry,” he apologized as he went to grab his phone from his pocket.
From: Chanyeol
Baek, where are you?
Baekhyun was going to ignore that text, but he received another one three seconds later.
From: Chanyeol
Yah, Baek, hurry up. I’m getting hungry. Did you forget to take money? Tell me where you are and I can run over there and give you some if you want.
“Who’s it from?” Lay asked.
“Ugh…no one. Just Chanyeol,” Baekhyun mumbled as he texted a reply.
From: Baekhyun
Quit rushing me! Stay there!!
Lay gave him a quizzed look and a small tapping gesture on the shoulder. “Hey, why is he texting you this late?”
“Ah, he thinks I’m out to get some food,” Baekhyun replied. He felt his phone vibrate again.
From: Chanyeol
What’s with the double exclamation marks?? You’re making me suspicious, vixen. Are you up to something, Baek?
“Why would he—Byun, don’t you share a room with that Kai kid?” Lay asked, wondering whether or not he read the names on the paper wrong.
From: Baekhyun
No, idiot! I’m still at the store. Just hold on…
“I do, but Chanyeol kind of…a-ah…he—” Baekhyun stumbled on his words.
Lay scoffed and shook his head. “You’re sleeping with him…” When Baekhyun couldn’t find the words to reply with, Lay asked him, “Why?”
“Wh—I…I don’t know…” Baekhyun could only be grateful that the moon wasn’t bright enough to make his blushes visible.
“Byun, you should just stay away from him,” Lay advised. He took a drink from his can. “Cause I’ve seen Park do this act more than once.”
“What’re you talking about?” Baekhyun asked slowly. He started to become less and less focused with Chanyeol and his texts.
“Chanyeol finds someone he likes. He chases them. If they resist, the more exciting it is. But once they start to like him back, he drops them like hot rocks.” Lay touched Baekhyun by the shoulder. “Do you like him, Byun?”
“I…” You idiot! You should be able to answer this question without fucking hesitating! Say yes! Say yes! Baekhyun’s mind screamed. But, His heart marched to another beat. “Maybe…” Baekhyun felt another vibration and looked at Chanyeol’s text.
From: Chanyeol
Vixen, tell me where you are so I can come by and get you. Please? You’re taking too long. Maybe your legs can’t carry you back?? You should let me carry you if that’s the case. Doesn’t that sound nice? Just tell me where you are <3
Baekhyun felt a heavy weight on his heart. What if Chanyeol was really just doing this for the hell of it…What did he really have to offer to a kid who had everything at the tip of his perfect fingertips? Baekhyun’s fingers were shaking when they tried to type up a reply, but they couldn’t do it. He didn’t respond back.
Lay almost felt bad for lying…almost. He gave Baekhyun a pat and rubbed his back with a hand. “It’s okay, Byun. It’s easier to be the one walking away than to be the one being left behind.”
Baekhyun hung his head and bit down on his lips. “Yeah…I guess you’re right.” He heaved one big sigh before straightening his posture. “Cheers, Lay. Fucking cheers,” he said, holding his can up to Lay before drinking the entire thing down. It wasn’t long before Baekhyun opened his second one.
Chanyeol was agitated, pacing the room from one end to the other. Every so often he’d look at his phone to see if he got a text from Baekhyun, but every time he checked, disappointment would always hit him in the face.
From: Suho (1)
Can’t get a hold of Lay.
From: Suho (2)
He answered one of my texts but he told me to go to hell.
From: Suho (3)
He just answered the phone to tell me to eff off, but I heard someone in the background laughing?? Drunk?? I don’t know. I couldn’t tell if it was Baek.
Suho’s most recent text was fifteen minutes old. It was the last one that got Chanyeol sparked. He didn’t know if it was Baekhyun Suho heard in the background or not, but Chanyeol had a nasty feeling that it was. If so, then what the fuck was Baekhyun doing with—
Chanyeol snapped out of his thoughts when he heard the door knob turn. Running to the door with nothing but shorts and a wife beater on, Chanyeol grabbed the door handle and opened the door.
“Baek…” he said, relieved to see Baekhyun’s face.
Baekhyun was less than happy to see the face he was just having sex with hours ago. “Move…” he slurred. He pushed past Chanyeol who gave him a look as he let Baekhyun through.
“Yah, what’s going on with you?” Chanyeol questioned as he shut the door. “Where were you? Where’s the food that you said you were getting?” It was obviously a mock question, but Chanyeol couldn’t stop himself from taking the jab.
“Fuck, Park! I didn’t really get any!” Baekhyun replied, upset. Too upset according to Chanyeol’s sanity meter. “Just…Ugh! I just wanna go to bed now.” Baekhyun slipped out of his shoes, but plopped down on Kai’s bed with his clothes on.
Chanyeol scowled at the lying body. “What the hell did you go out and do?” Baekhyun shrugged. “Baek, answer me.”
“Fucking—I went drinking, you gigantic tard!” Baekhyun yelled. It would’ve been louder if his voice wasn’t muffled by the bed.
“How much?” Chanyeol demanded.
“I don’t rem—”
“Baek! I fucking asked you how much you fucking drank!” Chanyeol yelled. He stalked over to the side of the bed and flipped Baekhyun over on his back. The two glared at each other. “Now tell me.”
“Two cans…”
Chanyeol blinked. To him, two was nothing. To Baekhyun, he figured, it was a lot more than the alcohol-virgin could probably handle. Another question came to mind since Baekhyun wasn’t the type to just get up and leave to go get some alcohol. “Who gave it to you?”
“Gave what?” Baekhyun said, squinting. “The fucking beer? Oh. My friend. Lay. I don’t fucking understand why you want me to stay away from him. He’s nice.”
“Oh he’s nice?” Chanyeol replied angrily, folding his arms, glaring down at Baekhyun on the bed. “A fucking friend lets you come back fucking drunk and doesn’t even have the decency to walk you to the fucking door to make sure you came back fucking fine!?”
“Yah!” Baekhyun yelled. He covered his ears. “Quit yelling! You’re giving me a headache with your fucking voice! And quit talking about him like that! He’s nice, Park! Nicer than you!”
Chanyeol reached down and pinched Baekhyun by the cheek. “What the hell has gotten into you! An hour ago we were fucking fine and now you’re back to pushing me away!”
Much to Chanyeol surprise, Baekhyun didn’t respond by kicking him or punching him in the groin, which he was perfectly capable of doing. He didn’t even yell back. He just stared at him. When he finally responded, he didn’t raise his voice. “Lay told me about you…”
Chanyeol blinked. “What? What’d that lying shit say about me—”
“He told me to get away from you cause you’re just gonna break my heart…” Baekhyun mumbled.
“Wha—”
“But I tried to fucking tell him that I didn’t give a flying fuck about you!” Baekhyun mindlessly said, yelling the information out. Chanyeol was left watching Baekhyun making his outbursts. “Cause in my mind, you’re just a rich-as-fuck kid who’s really just a big large idiot with a sex drive of a friggin rabbit! Like, how the fuck can I like someone like you!? Right!? Am I right!?”
Chanyeol frowned. “What? Are you saying that it’s not even fucking pos—”
“It’s not supposed to be fucking possible!” Baekhyun hysterically cried. He started utilizing his arms to slurred motion to point between him and Chanyeol. “That’s the problem! It’s not supposed to be possible, but it did! And it’s stupid! And I want to die! And I feel like shit! And ah—I just wanna go to bed and forget about all of this. My head hurts.”
“What the hell are you trying to say, Baek—”
“You really are a freaking idiot…Ugh.” Baekhyun covered his eyes and dragged his hands down his face. “Why the hell do I even!?”
“Bae—”
“I like you, you fucking moron!”
Chanyeol had to take a step back. What the hell just happened? Chanyeol’s eyes looked intently at the young, drunk gentleman. He did want Baekhyun to like him…but what kind of fucking confession was this?
He took a step forward again and leaned in to touch Baekhyun, but Baekhyun, seeing Chanyeol’s hand nearing him, rolled away and over, pushing his face against the mattress.
“Baek, come here.”
“Shut up,” Baekhyun's muffled voice said.
“Baek…”
“Shut up. I like you, Park, but that doesn’t change the fact that I—” Chanyeol couldn’t hear the rest.
“What’d you say? Baek—”
“I said that it doesn’t change the fact that I hate you a lot more than I like you…”
Confessions of a Drunk Man
Lay grimaced when he failed to see Baekhyun and Chanyeol at dinner. He saw that porn-loving playboy and Baekhyun’s friend—the one with big eyes did come. He also later saw Kris, who was followed by Tao’s wadding self a few minutes later, but, like the last two, Lay had no interest in them as well.
He gave up anticipating for Baekhyun. It took too much energy to care so he just stopped caring. The only uplifting thing about the rest of Lay’s night was his free time on the computer once he was back in his hotel room. But even that was taken away from him.
At exactly ten-thirty, Lay noticed a figure from the corner of his eye standing near his bed. He sighed knowing that it was none other than the stranger he was forced to share a room with. “What do you want, Suho?”
“It’s time to go to bed.”
“Who said?” Lay asked, paying Suho only a fraction of his attention. He kept scrolling down his page.
“The school officials.” Out like magic, Suho threw a piece of paper in Lay’s face. “‘Students should be asleep by ten-thirty pm.’”
Lay scoffed and smacked the paper away. “Just because it says we should doesn’t mean that we have to.”
Suho didn’t care. “Put that laptop away, Lay. You’re going to take your eyes off that LCD screen and you’re putting that Earth-hating device away.”
“Back the hell off, Suho!” Lay warned giving Suho a scowling glance. “How about you go to bed and turn the other way if you hate the god damn LCD light so much.”
“I can’t do that either because if I turn the lights off, the light from your laptop’s going to intensify and fry your eyes,” Suho argued. He wasn’t about to back down.
“Who the hell cares?” Lay turned his head away from Suho. “Mind your own business.”
Suho sighed before grumbling, “Fine. If you want to be like this…” Suho went to the wall and pulled Lay’s laptop charger out the wall.
Lay immediately snapped his body to him. “What the fuck!? Plug that back in!”
Suho didn’t say anything in reply. He walked back over to Lay and snatched the laptop off his lap. When Lay tried to attack him for it back, Suho hit him on the forehead using the heel of his palm. “We’re going to bed.”
“Yah! That’s mine.”
“Not anymore.”
Suho had the laptop under his arm and once he got to his own bed, he put it on mattress. Then he covered it with his pillow and got into the bed, prepping his surroundings for sleep.
“Are you serious right now?”
“I think we’ve established that I’m not joking around,” Suho replied. He pulled the covers over him and reached for the lamps in between the two beds. “Good night.”
“Screw you.”
“Wouldn’t you love to?” Click. Suho turned the lights off and laid down.
Lay was left in the dark, still sitting up on his bed. He was fuming. Who the hell does he think he is? Lay glared at where he knew Suho’s body was. Whatever. I’ll go to fucking bed like you fucking asked, you control freak! Lay begrudgingly plopped into his bed, but was still wide awake after fifteen minutes of tossing and turning around.
Suho heard him moved around like crazy and was silently annoyed by it, but decided not to speak, letting on the act that he had fallen fast asleep. He kept his ears open, though.
Twenty minutes passed and Lay was still in his bed, bored out of his fucking mind. Screw this shit. Lay leaned over to the side of his bed and began to rustle around his backpack. Once he felt his cellphone in the dark, he wrapped his fingers around it and pulled it out. He paused to see if Suho was still sleeping. When he heard that he was, he slipped under his covers.
Baekhyun laid tangled with Chanyeol’s body with Chanyeol’s legs over him and his arm around his waist. He couldn’t sleep, but the giant next to him certainly could. How the hell could he!? He had expected Kai to knock back on the door to be let in, but so far he wasn’t back.
Gahh! Baekhyun felt like killing himself. Kai probably knew what was going on for sure. He’s not stupid…Baekhyun stopped. At least I don’t think he is. Baekhyun moved to get more comfortable. Having Chanyeol’s limbs on him was sweet, but that shit wasn't making his position feel any more better.
In the midst of moving around, Baekhyun heard his phone loudly vibrate on the bed stand. Chanyeol responded by groaning in annoyance. Baekhyun grimaced as he felt Chanyeol move. Sensing an opportunity to leave him for a split second to grab his phone, Baekhyun took it. He leaned over and grabbed the device, but immediately pulled back in bed, turning away from Chanyeol.
“Yah…” Chanyeol grumbled. “Put that thing away…”
“No, it could be my mom,” Baekhyun quickly replied. He slid open his phone and blinked when he saw the messenger.
“Who’s it from?” Chanyeol asked, tired. He laid on the bed, opening one eye to look at Baekhyun’s dark figure, outlined by the cellphone’s light.
“Uh…mom. My mom.”
Chanyeol grunted. “Well hurry up and reply then…” Then he went back to closing his eyes.
“Yeah. Okay…” Baekhyun replied, starring at the name and text on his phone.
From: Lay
Hey. Are you still up?
From: Baekhyun
Uh, yeah. Why? What’s going on?
From: Lay
Nothing. Just thinking about you, really.
Baekhyun had to squint his eyes to see if he read that text correctly. He did.
From: Baekhyun
Oh! I’m flattered then ^^ But you should really get to bed, don’t you think? Haha
From: Lay
But I can’t :(
Baekhyun frowned along with Lay’s emoticon.
From: Baekhyun
Ah, really?? Maybe you shoul—
Before Baekhyun could finish typing the text, he got another one from Lay and was forced to erase what he wrote down already.
From: Lay
Wanna meet me outside??
Baekhyun was taken aback from the request.
From: Baekhyun
Uh…I don’t know.
From: Lay
Chanyeol doesn’t have to know.
From: Baekhyun
I don’t see how meeting you have to affect that idiot.
From: Lay
So I’ll meet you outside then?
Baekhyun thought about it for a while. He turned around and faintly saw Chanyeol’s body, which had turned away from him to avoid the glaring light from his cellphone. He turned back to the phone, stilled for a moment, then wrote back.
From: Baekhyun
Where?
From: Lay
Does the lobby work for you?
From: Baekhyun
Yeah. I’ll see you there, then.
From: Lay
Great ;) See you in a few.
Baekhyun stared at what he just agreed to for a few moments before throwing the covers off of him and throwing his legs off to the side of the bed. Chanyeol felt the bed shift as weight left it. He rolled back to Baekhyun’s side and saw Baekhyun turn the light on.
“Yah…where’re you going off to? Get back in here,” Chanyeol said, holding the covers open for Baekhyun.
Baekhyun shook his head. “I’ll be gone for a while, Park,” he replied as he walked over to his suitcase and pulled out a shirt, quickly putting it on.
Chanyeol frowned as Baekhyun went back to referring to him by his last name. He sat up. “Why?”
“Ah…I’m still a little bit hungry even though we ate at that one place…” Baekhyun lied, grimacing for the sympathy.
“Baek—”
“Just go back to sleep,” Baekhyun said. He was pulling up his pants and, shortly after, buttoning and buckling it up.
Chanyeol was silent for a while, sitting shirtless on the bed, watching Baekhyun on the edge getting quickly dressed. He then sighed and plopped back on the bed. “Alright…Hey, listen. Bring me back something, too.”
Baekhyun paused, then turned around and nodded. “Okay.”
“Can I get a good-bye ki—”
“No.”
Chanyeol wasn’t too hurt by it. He knew Baekhyun’s evasive manner already. “Fine. But, you better come back, Baek…” he said, tired.
Baekhyun was about to say yes until he realized that this was an opportunity to go find Kyungsoo and stay the night with him. He decided to give Chanyeol a very vague, “Sure”, which Chanyeol failed to be alerted by. Chanyeol nodded before turning over and pulling the covers back up. Baekhyun took one last look of him before reaching the door and going for the lobby.
“Hey…” Suho said, trying to act as if he just woke up to Lay’s sudden bustling. “Where do you think you’re going after—” he glanced at the digital clock“—eleven?”
“Go back to sleep and mind your own flippin’ business,” Lay said, tying his last untied shoe. “You’re not my mother. You’re an uptight stranger who needs to back the hell off. If I want to go out and get a drink with someone, then deal with it. No one asked you for your damn opinion.”
“I still think that—”
“I don’t care.”
Lay got up and walked to the door. “Don’t wait up.”
He shut the door behind him. When he was gone, Suho’s domineering façade went away also. He groaned and got out of his bed to get his phone from his backpack. When he retrieved it, he impatiently waited for it to turn on. When it was fully activated, he immediately went to messenger.
Chanyeol was just about to fall asleep when his own phone rang, indicating an incoming text. Begrudgingly, he got out of bed and looked for his shorts. When he found them, he took his phone out of the front pocket. Seeing that the text on the phone was from Suho, Chanyeol immediately frowned.
From: Suho
He just left. He didn’t say where he was going. I’m sorry, Chanyeol :( I can follow him if you want??
Chanyeol gave a bitter single laugh. “What a fucking coincidence that Baekhyun just left also.”
From: Chanyeol
Then I guess we both lost our kids. Go and try to find out where yours is. If he’s with mine, he’s dead.
From: Suho
Got it.
Baekhyun saw Lay sitting in one of the chairs in the lobby and jogged on over to him. He knew he didn’t keep him waiting for long, but Baekhyun was one of those people who thought being waited on was embarrassing. When Lay noticed the hurried kid, he smiled and got up.
Lay took in what Baekhyun was wearing: a simple shirt and pants. “No jacket?”
Baekhyun raised a brow. “Why would I need one?” he asked giving a laugh.
“It gets pretty cold by the ocean at night, you know.”
Baekhyun blankly stared at Lay for a few seconds before saying something. “We’re going back to the beach side?”
“Yeah. Come on,” Lay said, craning a finger at Baekhyun as he turned on his heel. “Let’s go grab a few things before we go there.” Hesitant at first, Baekhyun ended up following and falling in step with Lay, walking out of the hotel together.
Lay’s idea of a “few things” ended up being a four cans of beer, two for each of them. Baekhyun didn’t drink, but Lay already spent the money. He figured he’d know his own limit when he got there.
The two of them found a washed up part of a tree and decided to use that as seating. It wasn’t hard finding it. The moon was completely full and bright enough to be able to see efficiently, though the shadows remained as shadows. When both were finally sitting, Lay took one of the cans and opened it for Baekhyun.
“Thanks,” Baekhyun said as he took the can.
Lay nodded. He opened his own can and began to take large gulps of it down. After his first downing, Lay looked over at Baekhyun. “What’s wrong? You don’t want any?”
Baekhyun opened his mouth to say something, but the words seemed to be stuck. He shook his head. “N-No. I was just—ah, never mind.” Baekhyun took the can to his lips and tilted it enough to get a small stream going in his mouth. When he swallowed, he got the full taste of it. He didn’t know whether or not he liked it yet.
Lay smirked. “That’s more like it.” He turned his attention from Baekhyun to the ocean and the horizon. “Isn’t it pretty?”
Baekhyun wordlessly nodded. “Yeah…”
“You can’t see the sky from the hotel and in the city because of light pollution. But, here…you can see them better. See?” Lay pointed to the sky. “I promise you the stars shine brighter here than back there.”
“I believe you.”
Lay looked over at Baekhyun who he saw was looking up, mesmerized by the sky. He smiled at his face. “Yah, drink more. You still have another one to go through.”
“O-Oh. Yeah,” Baekhyun said. He gripped the can and took another sip. “Why’d you ask me out?”
“Couldn’t sleep. No one else here likes me so you were basically the only one I could ask to hang out with,” Lay said, shrugging.
Baekhyun frowned after hearing that. He gave Lay a small shove. “If that’s the case then call me up whenever you want to hang out in the night like a bunch of night crawlers! Except let me do the picnic buying next time,” he said, lifting the can in his hand.
Lay laughed. “Fine, fine.”
The two sat in comfortable silence until they heard a buzzing noise. Lay glanced over at Baekhyun. “That’s not my phone...”
Baekhyun sighed. “Yeah…Sorry,” he apologized as he went to grab his phone from his pocket.
From: Chanyeol
Baek, where are you?
Baekhyun was going to ignore that text, but he received another one three seconds later.
From: Chanyeol
Yah, Baek, hurry up. I’m getting hungry. Did you forget to take money? Tell me where you are and I can run over there and give you some if you want.
“Who’s it from?” Lay asked.
“Ugh…no one. Just Chanyeol,” Baekhyun mumbled as he texted a reply.
From: Baekhyun
Quit rushing me! Stay there!!
Lay gave him a quizzed look and a small tapping gesture on the shoulder. “Hey, why is he texting you this late?”
“Ah, he thinks I’m out to get some food,” Baekhyun replied. He felt his phone vibrate again.
From: Chanyeol
What’s with the double exclamation marks?? You’re making me suspicious, vixen. Are you up to something, Baek?
“Why would he—Byun, don’t you share a room with that Kai kid?” Lay asked, wondering whether or not he read the names on the paper wrong.
From: Baekhyun
No, idiot! I’m still at the store. Just hold on…
“I do, but Chanyeol kind of…a-ah…he—” Baekhyun stumbled on his words.
Lay scoffed and shook his head. “You’re sleeping with him…” When Baekhyun couldn’t find the words to reply with, Lay asked him, “Why?”
“Wh—I…I don’t know…” Baekhyun could only be grateful that the moon wasn’t bright enough to make his blushes visible.
“Byun, you should just stay away from him,” Lay advised. He took a drink from his can. “Cause I’ve seen Park do this act more than once.”
“What’re you talking about?” Baekhyun asked slowly. He started to become less and less focused with Chanyeol and his texts.
“Chanyeol finds someone he likes. He chases them. If they resist, the more exciting it is. But once they start to like him back, he drops them like hot rocks.” Lay touched Baekhyun by the shoulder. “Do you like him, Byun?”
“I…” You idiot! You should be able to answer this question without fucking hesitating! Say yes! Say yes! Baekhyun’s mind screamed. But, His heart marched to another beat. “Maybe…” Baekhyun felt another vibration and looked at Chanyeol’s text.
From: Chanyeol
Vixen, tell me where you are so I can come by and get you. Please? You’re taking too long. Maybe your legs can’t carry you back?? You should let me carry you if that’s the case. Doesn’t that sound nice? Just tell me where you are <3
Baekhyun felt a heavy weight on his heart. What if Chanyeol was really just doing this for the hell of it…What did he really have to offer to a kid who had everything at the tip of his perfect fingertips? Baekhyun’s fingers were shaking when they tried to type up a reply, but they couldn’t do it. He didn’t respond back.
Lay almost felt bad for lying…almost. He gave Baekhyun a pat and rubbed his back with a hand. “It’s okay, Byun. It’s easier to be the one walking away than to be the one being left behind.”
Baekhyun hung his head and bit down on his lips. “Yeah…I guess you’re right.” He heaved one big sigh before straightening his posture. “Cheers, Lay. Fucking cheers,” he said, holding his can up to Lay before drinking the entire thing down. It wasn’t long before Baekhyun opened his second one.
Chanyeol was agitated, pacing the room from one end to the other. Every so often he’d look at his phone to see if he got a text from Baekhyun, but every time he checked, disappointment would always hit him in the face.
From: Suho (1)
Can’t get a hold of Lay.
From: Suho (2)
He answered one of my texts but he told me to go to hell.
From: Suho (3)
He just answered the phone to tell me to eff off, but I heard someone in the background laughing?? Drunk?? I don’t know. I couldn’t tell if it was Baek.
Suho’s most recent text was fifteen minutes old. It was the last one that got Chanyeol sparked. He didn’t know if it was Baekhyun Suho heard in the background or not, but Chanyeol had a nasty feeling that it was. If so, then what the fuck was Baekhyun doing with—
Chanyeol snapped out of his thoughts when he heard the door knob turn. Running to the door with nothing but shorts and a wife beater on, Chanyeol grabbed the door handle and opened the door.
“Baek…” he said, relieved to see Baekhyun’s face.
Baekhyun was less than happy to see the face he was just having sex with hours ago. “Move…” he slurred. He pushed past Chanyeol who gave him a look as he let Baekhyun through.
“Yah, what’s going on with you?” Chanyeol questioned as he shut the door. “Where were you? Where’s the food that you said you were getting?” It was obviously a mock question, but Chanyeol couldn’t stop himself from taking the jab.
“Fuck, Park! I didn’t really get any!” Baekhyun replied, upset. Too upset according to Chanyeol’s sanity meter. “Just…Ugh! I just wanna go to bed now.” Baekhyun slipped out of his shoes, but plopped down on Kai’s bed with his clothes on.
Chanyeol scowled at the lying body. “What the hell did you go out and do?” Baekhyun shrugged. “Baek, answer me.”
“Fucking—I went drinking, you gigantic tard!” Baekhyun yelled. It would’ve been louder if his voice wasn’t muffled by the bed.
“How much?” Chanyeol demanded.
“I don’t rem—”
“Baek! I fucking asked you how much you fucking drank!” Chanyeol yelled. He stalked over to the side of the bed and flipped Baekhyun over on his back. The two glared at each other. “Now tell me.”
“Two cans…”
Chanyeol blinked. To him, two was nothing. To Baekhyun, he figured, it was a lot more than the alcohol-virgin could probably handle. Another question came to mind since Baekhyun wasn’t the type to just get up and leave to go get some alcohol. “Who gave it to you?”
“Gave what?” Baekhyun said, squinting. “The fucking beer? Oh. My friend. Lay. I don’t fucking understand why you want me to stay away from him. He’s nice.”
“Oh he’s nice?” Chanyeol replied angrily, folding his arms, glaring down at Baekhyun on the bed. “A fucking friend lets you come back fucking drunk and doesn’t even have the decency to walk you to the fucking door to make sure you came back fucking fine!?”
“Yah!” Baekhyun yelled. He covered his ears. “Quit yelling! You’re giving me a headache with your fucking voice! And quit talking about him like that! He’s nice, Park! Nicer than you!”
Chanyeol reached down and pinched Baekhyun by the cheek. “What the hell has gotten into you! An hour ago we were fucking fine and now you’re back to pushing me away!”
Much to Chanyeol surprise, Baekhyun didn’t respond by kicking him or punching him in the groin, which he was perfectly capable of doing. He didn’t even yell back. He just stared at him. When he finally responded, he didn’t raise his voice. “Lay told me about you…”
Chanyeol blinked. “What? What’d that lying shit say about me—”
“He told me to get away from you cause you’re just gonna break my heart…” Baekhyun mumbled.
“Wha—”
“But I tried to fucking tell him that I didn’t give a flying fuck about you!” Baekhyun mindlessly said, yelling the information out. Chanyeol was left watching Baekhyun making his outbursts. “Cause in my mind, you’re just a rich-as-fuck kid who’s really just a big large idiot with a sex drive of a friggin rabbit! Like, how the fuck can I like someone like you!? Right!? Am I right!?”
Chanyeol frowned. “What? Are you saying that it’s not even fucking pos—”
“It’s not supposed to be fucking possible!” Baekhyun hysterically cried. He started utilizing his arms to slurred motion to point between him and Chanyeol. “That’s the problem! It’s not supposed to be possible, but it did! And it’s stupid! And I want to die! And I feel like shit! And ah—I just wanna go to bed and forget about all of this. My head hurts.”
“What the hell are you trying to say, Baek—”
“You really are a freaking idiot…Ugh.” Baekhyun covered his eyes and dragged his hands down his face. “Why the hell do I even!?”
“Bae—”
“I like you, you fucking moron!”
Chanyeol had to take a step back. What the hell just happened? Chanyeol’s eyes looked intently at the young, drunk gentleman. He did want Baekhyun to like him…but what kind of fucking confession was this?
He took a step forward again and leaned in to touch Baekhyun, but Baekhyun, seeing Chanyeol’s hand nearing him, rolled away and over, pushing his face against the mattress.
“Baek, come here.”
“Shut up,” Baekhyun's muffled voice said.
“Baek…”
“Shut up. I like you, Park, but that doesn’t change the fact that I—” Chanyeol couldn’t hear the rest.
“What’d you say? Baek—”
“I said that it doesn’t change the fact that I hate you a lot more than I like you…”
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