*

"Father, as we come before You today in the name of Jesus, we declare that You are God and earnestly we will seek Your name in heaven..."

On his front is an old lady almost crying as she prays, meanwhile on his left is Chanyeol standing almighty and unbothered. Baekhyun awkwardly purses his lips together and stares at the floor with his eyes fully opened. He senses the Pastor now walking beside him as he continues his passionate prayer.

"Deliver us, Father, from the everyday attacks on our conscious, health, relationships, and beyond... Help us turn from sins of the flesh, from our misconduct, greed and self-gratifying pleasure..."

Chanyeol side-eyes him, and Baekhyun can feel the smirk confidently escaping his lips while he looks at him with fake innocence.

"You hear that?" Chanyeol whispers.

Baekhyun rolls his eyes. He just wants to disappear from this church and drag the devil out that is Chanyeol sunbae.

"Brothers and sisters, may we hold each others' hands as we sing a praise to the Lord..."

The evangelistic piano starts, signaling for the gospel music to play. It's the cue for the choir to sing Halleluja's. Baekhyun spots Chanyeol's mother adjusting his elegant shawl on her back while she holds the hand of the old man beside her in the most disgusted way possible. Meanwhile, Mr. Park looks like a robot who seems like he was just forced being here.

Turning beside him, Baekhyun sees Chanyeol's palm stretched out, waiting for his hand.

"Give me your hand."

He tiny smiles, and puts his hand gently on top of Chanyeol's palm so that Chanyeol can intertwine their fingers together.

A lady behind their seat throws them a sharp look, clearing her throat. "Young man, you're not supposed to hold each other's hands like that." She shakes her head. "It's inappropriate."

"And how is this inappropriate?" Chanyeol asks, lifting an eyebrow.

Baekhyun bows at her quickly to apologize, "I-I'm sorry." Then he fixes Chanyeol's hand so that the male is only holding the tips of his fingers.

Chanyeol curses her deep inside.

"Is this now your son, Mrs. Park?" the Pastor asks over after-lunch tea at the church's veranda. He smiles at Chanyeol who's boredly stirring his coffee, meanwhile other guests whisper to each other at how good-looking Chanyeol is.

"Yes, Pastor. He grew up so handsome, didn't he?" Youngmi chuckles, patting Chanyeol's shoulder like she is some proud mother. "It has been fifteen years since you saw last him, right? Wasn't it third grade?"

"Yes, he was really small back then! He used to hide behind his sister's back during Sunday school," the Pastor shakes his head at the memory, smiling. "But look at him now, even taller than I am."

Chanyeol mutters a quiet thank you under his breath before sipping his coffee. Imagining a kid Chanyeol in his mind, Baekhyun watches his boyfriend adorably at the side, his eyes obviously sparkling. Youngmi has to clear her throat and elbow him so that Baekhyun would stop ogling at her son.

"Well, how about this young man over there?" the Pastor says, looking curiously at Baekhyun sulked on his seat. The short male perks up when the attention is now diverted at him. "Who is he?"

"Oh, him," Youngmi states nonchalantly. "He's just someone Chanyeol knows."

"Yeah. Someone special," Chanyeol has to add.

Baekhyun maybe blushes at that.

"Oh, I see." The Pastor nods, looking at Baekhyun. "What's your name, son?"

"B-baekhyun," Baekhyun mumbles, shyly fumbling with his hands on top of his lap. Chanyeol mentally notes how cute his bitch is.

"So is Baekhyun Chanyeol's friend?" The Pastor asks Chanyeol.

"Actually, Sir. He's my boyfriend---" Mrs. Park steps on Chanyeol's foot under the table. "Fuck, what the hell---!"

Covering Chanyeol's mouth, Youngmi bursts out an awkward laugh as she waves her hand exaggeratedly, "Oh my! He really loves to joke around!" The Pastor and the other guests on their table are giving them judging disappointed looks.

"Who says I'm joking?" Chanyeol answers his mother, "Aren't you proud of your gay son?"

"Holy Christ! What an ungrateful child."

"Yes, I thought he is a decent young man!"

"Lord, may You help his soul."

"Homosexuals should die."

"Disgusting."

Chanyeol snorts out a sarcastic laugh.

"You. you, and you," he mutters, pointing at their judgemental eyes as he feels his blood boil hearing their remarks, "Don't pretend being holy bastards when in fact, you're all pretentious liars, you sons of a bitch."

He abruptly stands up and pushes the table, making the people gasp and widen their eyes at such rude behavior. He turns his back, storming out of their sight with Baekhyun worriedly following him behind.

"Are you okay, Chanyeol sunbae?" Baekhyun asks, hesitantly holding Chanyeol's arm. He can sense that the male had just been holding his anger, and it was just time that he couldn't contain it anymore, "Breathe in... Breathe out... There you go..."

Chanyeol stares at his reflection at the bathroom mirror as he breathes in slowly, following Baekhyun's guide. The hand on his back soothing him is warm and comforting. It makes him feel more at ease.

"You okay now?"

Chanyeol closes his eyes and nods.

"Good," Baekhyun says, smiling. He leans in closer to Chanyeol's chest and listen to his now steady heartbeat.

"I really wanted to punch that Pastor's face if it weren't for you," Chanyeol quietly says as he brings his hand behind Baekhyun's head, gently stroking his soft hair. "I've been holding myself back, you know."

"You did a very good job controlling yourself," Baekhyun says, flashing him two thumbs up, "I'm so proud of you."

"Really?"

"Of course!"

"What am I gonna do without you," Chanyeol says all of a sudden, looking at Baekhyun in the eyes. Feeling his heart clench, the short male avoids eye contact and just steps back, recovering with a sad smile.

They won't talk about it, about him leaving New York in two weeks.

Baekhyun can't bear bring it up, Chanyeol won't say anything about it either. They just wake up counting days left for them together. All Baekhyun knows is that he has to live back in Seoul without Chanyeol for two years. He didn't say anything to Chanyeol nor even complain about it--- he doesn't have the courage to do so.

But he still has to. He wants to. He's just waiting for the right timing to tell Chanyeol his feelings about it.

"Baekhyun."

"Hm?"

Chanyeol looks around, then back at his face, smirking. "Wanna fuck here?"

Baekhyun squeezes his eyes shut as he takes Chanyeol's cock deep inside his ass. The grunts and moans are muffled with his own fist which he's biting in his mouth. Chanyeol leans in to tug his arm away, kissing his neck and fucking him hard from behind.

"Baekhyun, let it out," he whispers softly, and Baekhyun has to fight back the tears wanting to escape his eyes, feeling his arousal coming, "Come on, don't hold it in."

"B-but... the Pastor... is gonna hear us---"

"Is the Pastor your owner or me?"

"You..."

"Then you should do what I say," Chanyeol mutters, "Come on, scream for me, bitch."

"Aaahhhh!!!" Baekhyun screams as he trembles against the door with Chanyeol thrusting his hard cock faster inside his hole. The door is shaking as their body rocks, and Baekhyun is afraid the crucifix might fall to his face, but to hell with that. "Oh god, Chanyeol sunbae, more, fuck me harder, please---"

Chanyeol cackles, watching on the mirror how Baekhyun's dick throb and leak with precome. Withdrawing his cock out, Chanyeol smirks while Baekhyun only moans in disappointment feeling his asshole clenching against air.

"Why did you do that!? I was about to come!!!" Baekhyun cries desperately, "Put your cock back in right now!"

"Wow, so demanding are we?" Chanyeol snickers. Carrying Baekhyun's smaller frame, he shoves him on top of the sink counter and obscenely spreads his legs apart. He pushes Baekhyun's knees up so that he can see all his private parts. "There you go. Nice view."

"No! D-don't look at it," Baekhyun mumbles, attempting to close his legs. His eyes widen in shock when Chanyeol forces them open, kneeling down in front of him to slide his tongue inside his ass. He looks at him as he rims him, fucking him with his tongue that has him grabbing his hair by surprise. "OH MY FUCKING GOD---!"

"Does it feel good?" Chanyeol asks, chuckling teasingly. He then balls his hand into a fist and slowly and carefully, eases it inside the asshole, fisting him, "Now how about this?"

"OH GOD!!!" Baekhyun cries, feeling Chanyeol's knuckles grazing deliciously around his sensitive walls while Chanyeol just laughs at his agony. "YOU MOTHERFUCKER!!!"

"Watch your language. We're at the church, remember? No bad words please." Chanyeol moves his fist out, now playing with Baekhyun's dick and balls to his great satisfaction. "The Lord is gonna get mad at you, do you want that?" Then he opens his mouth and sucks the dick, licking it slowly and sucking the head.

"H-how could you fist me all of a sudden," Baekhyun blurts out, his chest heaving. "Oh god... It hurts..." He watches Chanyeol under his heavy gaze, his whole face furiously blushing while the male now gives him a blowjob.

"What, you hated my fist inside you?"

"N-no," Baekhyun whispers, "I... loved it."

"Good."

"That's so hot, Chanyeol sunbae," Baekhyun mutters, feeling suddenly envious of Chanyeol sucking his cock, "Please. My turn. Let me do that to you. I want to do it, too..."

"Do what?"

"I," Baekhyun covers his sweating eyes, "I want to suck your cock."

Chanyeol laughs. "It's time to pray, babe."

Baekhyun then positions on the floor on his knees in front of Chanyeol's cock, putting his palms together to pray for his meal. Grabbing Baekhyun's hair and fucking his mouth, Chanyeol moans as the male sucks his manhood down his throat until he's gagging and crying.

Baekhyun comes hard into the floor while Chanyeol releases his load to his whole face.

"Pretty," Chanyeol says, admiring a cum-filled Baekhyun glistening and creamy with his cum. "What a cute little bavarian donut."

"And why am I a bavarian donut?"

"You look like one with my cum all over you."

"Oh, now I want to eat a donut," Baekhyun says randomly, "Please buy me one."

"Okay."

Satisfied, they both put on their clothes in haste after cleaning up, leaving the bathroom laughing.

Youngmi sees them exiting the church and riding Chanyeol's car.

"Look at them. They really don't have any shame." She shakes her head. "What am I gonna do with these kids?"

"Just let them be," Sungjin says who appears beside her, also looking down at the window, "You should give up now. That's enough."

"How could you say that as a father?" Youngmi says, furrowing her eyebrows. "How could you tolerate such rebellious attitude?"

"Your son is in love, my wife," Mr. Park says, emphasizing the word, "He won't listen to anything because he's only looking at Baekhyun and none other than Baekhyun. Don't you remember that feeling with me?" He laughs. "Oh, I miss those days."

"Why did I even marry you," Youngmi mumbles, rolling her eyes.

*

The fresh aroma inside the coffee shop smells good, Baekhyun decides, as he takes a seat on the couch in front of Chanyeol. With a frappe, the bavarian Chanyeol mentioned is served on the table, and he is more than happy to eat it especially if it is free.

He breaks the soft donut into two, letting the cream ooze out beautifully. Chanyeol is right. It looks like his cum.

Smiling, he puts it in his mouth happily.

Chanyeol perches his chin on his hand, looking at Baekhyun fondly. "Was it that good?"

"Mm," Baekhyun hums as he chews the pastry, "So sweet."

Chanyeol then reaches out to wipe the sugar off the side of his lips while the male smiles at him, "The donut or me?"

Baekhyun giggles, "Both."

It's Chanyeol's second cup of espresso and fourth donut for Baekhyun. The song playing inside the shop has changed into some slow ballad tune-- and Chanyeol likes it, it makes the atmosphere more serene as he drums his fingers on the table.

"Baekhyun," he starts carefully. Baekhyun gazes up to him with bright eyes. "I think we need to talk."

Those bright eyes slowly lose their shine.

"What should we talk about?"

"About us."

Baekhyun is not ready for this, but he manages to still show a smile.

"Okay."

Chanyeol needs to take a sip of his coffee first to gain some self-confidence. "You see." But he guesses it doesn't work easily that way. "I have some issues." Baekhyun listens attentively to him, as always, whenever he has something to say. "With my mental health, you know what it is."

Baekhyun just nods.

"You know what happened back at the church," Chanyeol laughs dryly, "I'm not normal, I'd be close to being crazy if I won't take medications."

The fourth donut seems not to be as sweet as the first donut, Baekhyun thinks. Either way he still eats it. He has to keep himself busy and composed.

"And?"

"This doctor. His name is Philip, he's my Dad's friend and my psychiatrist," Chanyeol says, "You know how I lied to you. I wasn't taking my Dad for follow-up check ups. It was the other way around. He was coming with me to undergo therapies."

"So that was it," Baekhyun says, "I understand..."

"Remember the reason why I came here," Chanyeol says, struggling with the next words to say, "The reason why I came here was to save my Dad. He needed blood transfusion, right?" Baekhyun hums. "That time they must to do a test to the donor which was me, if I was capable and healthy, and that time they also found out." Chanyeol can feel his hands getting clammy. "That there was something wrong with my brain."

"But to me you are perfect," Baekhyun mumbles. "I love you for what you are."

"I know that." Chanyeol smiles at his comment. "But still I had to keep it a secret from you because I didn't want you to hate me... But you found out... and that time I realized to myself, I really should undergo treatment... I want to be a proper man to you, I promised to protect you, didn't I? Because what if I went out of hand if I stayed like this and ended up hurting you? What if I couldn't control myself again... and accidentally took away your life? How could I protect you and love you, if I myself had no control over my own emotions and my own thoughts?"

Baekhyun remembers these numerous times before when Chanyeol had abused him and almost killed him. That was a toxic relationship and he was too blind--- he only loved Chanyeol to the point that he could offer his life.

"When you go back to Seoul, I'll go into rehab and undergo treatment for two years," Chanyeol says, "You will return to college while you wait for me and when it is over and I'm cured, I'll go meet you again so that we can be together again." He holds Baekhyun's hand. "That was how I see the future ahead of us."

"That was so beautiful," Baekhyun says, shaking his head. "What a perfect plan."

"What do you mean by that?" Chanyeol asks. "Don't you want it to happen?"

"Will it be so selfish of me to say that I cannot wait for two years let alone a year nor even just a single day?" Baekhyun answers, "Heck, I don't think I could live without you for even just a minute, though."

"Baekhyun, I'm serious."

"And I'm serious, too," Baekhyun answers. "You think you're the only one who's crazy here? No, Chanyeol sunbae."  He pounds on his chest. "I'm crazy too, or even crazier than you. I fell in love with someone like you, I put up with you, I endured you, I stayed with you up until now."

Chanyeol only listens.

"You think normal people could do that?" Baekhyun laughs. "No. Only I could do that. Why? Because I'm insane."

"You're saying all nonsense right now."

"Yeah, just like how you were seconds ago," Baekhyun mutters. "You've been saying nonsense to me."

"I was only thinking about your sake and you're telling me I've been telling nonsense to you?" Chanyeol says in disbelief, "Who am I to you anyway?"

"Why are you asking me that question? To me all of people? Are you doubting me?" Baekhyun says, slightly raising his voice. "I should be asking that to you. Who am I to you anyway? Why are you deciding things for me? Who told you I could wait for you for two years?"

"You don't want to wait for me." Chanyeol's eyes turn dull. "Is that what you want, then?"

"Yes, I don't want to wait for you," Baekhyun says, "I don't want you to go to rehabilitation either. I don't want to accept that scholarship if it weren't only for my mother. Here's what I want. I want to stay with you and not change anything about how we are right now. I want to endure your mother's mistreatment towards me. If you couldn't go back to Seoul with me, then I want to stay here with you until you get sick of me."

"We wanted different things," Chanyeol says, and he knows Baekhyun breaks the moment he says that, "How are we going to work out like this?"

"Shall we break up then?"

Chanyeol can't believe he has just heard that. "Will you be able to handle it?"

"Will you be able to handle it," Baekhyun asks back. Chanyeol has to maintain his composure. If he gets angry, then he loses.

"Let's not break up."

"Good," Baekhyun says, feeling victorious at the moment.

They stay silent for a while to breathe and to think. Baekhyun doesn't want to argue more and ends up regretting the words that will come out of his mouth. He understands Chanyeol's point of view, but he also wants to be understood. Can Chanyeol just give him a chance to decide in this relationship?

"I'll go back to Seoul like what I've told you before," Baekhyun says, "But you should follow me in a month. Don't undergo treatment. Just be crazy like this and I'll be crazier than you."

Chanyeol takes a deep breath and ponders.

Baekhyun watches him intently, waiting, anticipating.

"Decide right now, Chanyeol sunbae," Baekhyun says, looking at his watch, "You have a minute."

"What if I couldn't answer in a minute?"

"Then you won't see me again."

Chanyeol looks at his serious eyes, and shit, Baekhyun isn't kidding.

"What's your answer?"

"Wait, god-fucking-damnit," Chanyeol says, holding his temples as he closes his eyes hard. "I can't just decide on anything without thinking about it first."

"Your time is running. Fifty seconds left."

Baekhyun is so cruel, he is using time pressure towards him right now. If he doesn't undergo treatment, how about this goddamned mental sickness? How about the plan he has laid out for Baekhyun? But if he's going to ask himself honestly, is it gonna be for the better? Is Baekhyun really happy about his decision? Or is he just thinking about the sake of himself?

"Thirty seconds."

Is it really be gonna best for them to be far away from each other?

"Twenty five seconds."

"I-I'll follow you," Chanyeol finally says after hurried pondering, and he fails to see that victorious smirk slipping out of Baekhyun's mouth, "Fine! I'll stop the treatment and go back to Seoul. I'll sort things out in a month and we're gonna see each other after that. I promise."

Baekhyun stares at him, "That's a lie."

"Have I broken a promise to you yet?" Chanyeol asks.

Baekhyun knows Chanyeol hasn't. Yet.

"But you lied to me many times before," Baekhyun says. "How can I believe you? What if you don't come back to Seoul in a month?"

"I promise you it's not gonna be a lie," Chanyeol swears. "You have my word, Baekhyun."

"But how can I know that you're not lying to me?" Baekhyun says, "I need to make sure before I trust you again."

Looking around the place, Chanyeol leans closer and softly whispers to Baekhyun's ear:

"I'll bottom for you."

Baekhyun's eyes widen, an angry blush coloring his cheeks as he stares astounded at Chanyeol. He immediately gulps the water beside him until he recovers.

"So what do you say?" Chanyeol asks. "Do you believe me now?"

"N-not until we did it."

"Should we do it tonight, then?"

Baekhyun's face flushes more if that's even possible. Chanyeol is indeed a fucking bastard who came to mess up his heart. How can he just easily say that? It's so unfair.

"No," Baekhyun mutters, clearing his throat, "I'll decide when we're going to do it."

"Fine with me," Chanyeol says, "And I'm sorry."

"For what?"

Chanyeol rubs his nape. "For being such a jerk. I admit I didn't give you a chance. I didn't listen to your side and it was my mistake." He looks at him in the eyes. "I apologize for everything."

Baekhyun is trying hard to contain the smile coming out of his lips. He does his best to appear serious and strong because if he becomes soft, it will ruin his image right now.

"Park Chanyeol," Baekhyun says, clicking his tongue, "You know how much I love you, but I'm afraid I won't be able to accept your apology that easy."

"What?" Chanyeol looks disappointed. "Why?"

"You thought of sending me away to Seoul and used my scholarship and your treatment to be far away from me," Baekhyun mutters, "It has pained me a lot, you know? And now I have to leave alone in two weeks and I still have to wait for a month for us to be together."

Chanyeol knows this is another episode of Baekhyun being sensitive and dramatic but for the sake of his love towards him, he won't just say a thing. He is a gentleman for a reason.

"I know, and I'm sorry."

"I'm glad that you know it," Baekhyun hums in agreement, "So I'll only forgive you under one condition."

"One condition?" Chanyeol deadpans. "Is me bottoming for you not enough?" He cringes. "God, just by saying those words in one sentence sounds really weird already."

"I thought you love me?"

"Of course, I do!"

People throw them weird glances. Chanyeol really has to learn to control the volume of his voice everytime Baekhyun provokes him like this.

"Would you hear the condition or not?"

"Fine. What is it?"

Baekhyun smiles sweetly at him before he says:

"Be my slave, Chanyeol sunbae."

*

To be continued.