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Following the Broken Road Back to You (5/4)
Following the Broken Road Back to You: The Epilogue
rating: pg
word count: 700+
a/n: If you haven't read FTBRBTY yet, read it first.
“Chanyeol?”
“Yeah?”
“Have you read the online articles about us yet?”
“No, I don’t use the internet that much. You know that. Why?”
Baekhyun cocked his head at his laptop, the cup of tea completely forgotten on their bedside table. Chanyeol walked out from the master bathroom in his plain shirt and pajama pants, ready for bed. His eyes immediately went to the brunet’s face, scrunched and scrutinizing.
“I’m a bit bothered by it…”
“Then don’t read it.”
“Social media is very important, Chanyeol. I have to keep up with what people are talking about and my fans keep linking me to articles…” Tapping on his mouse pad, Baekhyun opened another site. “I know that you’re not into the internet that much, which isn’t a bad thing because I wouldn’t want you reading these, but—”
“What exactly are these articles saying?” Chanyeol asked as he walked over to his side of their bed. “I don’t understand why you insist on reading negative things before we go to sleep.”
“They aren’t negative things… They’re mostly good, but…” Glancing at the man getting into the bed beside him, Baekhyun huffed. “You know that you’re really attractive, right? I mean, you’ve always been handsome, but the country side and working in construction just made you…”
“Say it.”
“You know what I mean.”
“Say it, Baekhyun.”
“It made you sexier.”
“I’m glad you think so, sweetheart.”
Rolling his eyes, Baekhyun turned away. “Anyways, I don’t like to call myself a jealous person—I mean, yes, I can be, but it’s usually not that bad… You know you have an online fan club? Never mind. Of course you wouldn’t know. You’re anti-internet.”
“I’m not entirely anti-internet. I just don’t like using it for the same reasons you do… But what was that about a fan club?”
“It’s nothing.”
“Liar.” Reaching over, Chanyeol grabbed the laptop from Baekhyun, placing it on his lap instead. He scrolled through the sites, ignoring his fiancé’s complaints, begging him to stop. “Your followers think I’m a sexy daddy and these articles are calling me hunky.”
“Okay, time to stop with the internet, Mr. Park—”
“I can’t believe they have pictures of when I took you to the beach on your day off.”
“Yes, pictures like those exist.”
“How come I didn’t see anyone taking them? There’s one here that’s focused on your chest!”
“The paparazzi can be sneaky, Chanyeol. Can you give my laptop back now?”
Chanyeol glanced at him for a second before shaking his head. He saved all of Baekhyun’s works before promptly shutting the device down. “That’s enough for tonight.”
“But—”
“Listen, the world gets you during the day. It’s my turn to have your attention now.”
Sighing, Baekhyun nodded. The giant, though sometimes stubborn and annoyingly dumb, was right. Besides, it wasn’t such a bad idea to forget the world and just lie together like nothing else mattered.
As Chanyeol put the laptop away, Baekhyun pulled the covers over him and he slid under playfully. A minute later, Chanyeol joined him underneath the thin sheets
Grabbing the man by his shirt, Baekhyun grinned as he pulled him closer, just enough to crane his head forward and graze their lips against one another. “I love you.”
Grinning, Chanyeol lightly bit the latter’s bottom lip for a second before letting go. “I know.”
“Don’t let your newfound fame forget that… A lot of people know who you are now.”
“Funny… I felt the exact same way when you were out here making a name for yourself almost eight years ago.”
“I know, but it’s different now.”
“You don’t have to sound so worried, sweetheart. I didn’t come out here just for anybody. I came here for you.” Giving the brunet a quick kiss before teasingly pulling away, Chanyeol laughed. “Now, enough of this talk. We have other things to do.”
Smiling softly, Baekhyun slowly moved his hands down Chanyeol’s chest, eventually meeting the hem of his shirt and grazing the male’s hard torso with his light fingers. “You’ve got a dirty mind, you ape .”
“Ape? What’re you talking about? I’m a gentleman.”
“Gentleman?”
“Mhm.”
“I sure hope not. At least, not here in the bedroom.”
“Oh, no. Definitely not—but I could be if you want—”
“Not tonight, Park. Not tonight.”
final note: YODELING. I was editing FTBRBTY for the self-publishing thing and formating everything and I got the really big fat need to include a short epilogue, so I did. Now it's there. Yeeeee.
rating: pg
word count: 700+
a/n: If you haven't read FTBRBTY yet, read it first.
“Chanyeol?”
“Yeah?”
“Have you read the online articles about us yet?”
“No, I don’t use the internet that much. You know that. Why?”
Baekhyun cocked his head at his laptop, the cup of tea completely forgotten on their bedside table. Chanyeol walked out from the master bathroom in his plain shirt and pajama pants, ready for bed. His eyes immediately went to the brunet’s face, scrunched and scrutinizing.
“I’m a bit bothered by it…”
“Then don’t read it.”
“Social media is very important, Chanyeol. I have to keep up with what people are talking about and my fans keep linking me to articles…” Tapping on his mouse pad, Baekhyun opened another site. “I know that you’re not into the internet that much, which isn’t a bad thing because I wouldn’t want you reading these, but—”
“What exactly are these articles saying?” Chanyeol asked as he walked over to his side of their bed. “I don’t understand why you insist on reading negative things before we go to sleep.”
“They aren’t negative things… They’re mostly good, but…” Glancing at the man getting into the bed beside him, Baekhyun huffed. “You know that you’re really attractive, right? I mean, you’ve always been handsome, but the country side and working in construction just made you…”
“Say it.”
“You know what I mean.”
“Say it, Baekhyun.”
“It made you sexier.”
“I’m glad you think so, sweetheart.”
Rolling his eyes, Baekhyun turned away. “Anyways, I don’t like to call myself a jealous person—I mean, yes, I can be, but it’s usually not that bad… You know you have an online fan club? Never mind. Of course you wouldn’t know. You’re anti-internet.”
“I’m not entirely anti-internet. I just don’t like using it for the same reasons you do… But what was that about a fan club?”
“It’s nothing.”
“Liar.” Reaching over, Chanyeol grabbed the laptop from Baekhyun, placing it on his lap instead. He scrolled through the sites, ignoring his fiancé’s complaints, begging him to stop. “Your followers think I’m a sexy daddy and these articles are calling me hunky.”
“Okay, time to stop with the internet, Mr. Park—”
“I can’t believe they have pictures of when I took you to the beach on your day off.”
“Yes, pictures like those exist.”
“How come I didn’t see anyone taking them? There’s one here that’s focused on your chest!”
“The paparazzi can be sneaky, Chanyeol. Can you give my laptop back now?”
Chanyeol glanced at him for a second before shaking his head. He saved all of Baekhyun’s works before promptly shutting the device down. “That’s enough for tonight.”
“But—”
“Listen, the world gets you during the day. It’s my turn to have your attention now.”
Sighing, Baekhyun nodded. The giant, though sometimes stubborn and annoyingly dumb, was right. Besides, it wasn’t such a bad idea to forget the world and just lie together like nothing else mattered.
As Chanyeol put the laptop away, Baekhyun pulled the covers over him and he slid under playfully. A minute later, Chanyeol joined him underneath the thin sheets
Grabbing the man by his shirt, Baekhyun grinned as he pulled him closer, just enough to crane his head forward and graze their lips against one another. “I love you.”
Grinning, Chanyeol lightly bit the latter’s bottom lip for a second before letting go. “I know.”
“Don’t let your newfound fame forget that… A lot of people know who you are now.”
“Funny… I felt the exact same way when you were out here making a name for yourself almost eight years ago.”
“I know, but it’s different now.”
“You don’t have to sound so worried, sweetheart. I didn’t come out here just for anybody. I came here for you.” Giving the brunet a quick kiss before teasingly pulling away, Chanyeol laughed. “Now, enough of this talk. We have other things to do.”
Smiling softly, Baekhyun slowly moved his hands down Chanyeol’s chest, eventually meeting the hem of his shirt and grazing the male’s hard torso with his light fingers. “You’ve got a dirty mind, you ape .”
“Ape? What’re you talking about? I’m a gentleman.”
“Gentleman?”
“Mhm.”
“I sure hope not. At least, not here in the bedroom.”
“Oh, no. Definitely not—but I could be if you want—”
“Not tonight, Park. Not tonight.”
final note: YODELING. I was editing FTBRBTY for the self-publishing thing and formating everything and I got the really big fat need to include a short epilogue, so I did. Now it's there. Yeeeee.
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