*

Chanyeol couldn't tell if he would like or hate nine o'clock.

At 8:59, Baekhyun is his innocent cute little boyfriend who loves soft cuddles, gentle hugs and warm kisses--- but at 9:01, he turns into a sassy evil bitch who loves to make his life frustratingly miserable. He has no idea where the dominance came from, it's just like a sexual force has just possessed Baekhyun, making him his Queen whom he would submit himself willingly.

Not that Chanyeol is complaining. Baekhyun looks so fucking hot and sinful wearing that smug smirk on his lips as he handcuffs him to the bedpost. He might wanna ask him though, where the hell he got these materials from, but he's quite afraid Baekhyun will hit his ass again with the whip.

Finished, Baekhyun lifts an eyebrow and asks in a high voice. "And why are you staring?"

"Because you're beautiful," Chanyeol just answers the first word that comes into his mind, looking at Baekhyun who immediately blushes at that remark. "Master is so beautiful."

"H-how dare you talk to me like that," Baekhyun stutters as his face reddens, grabbing Chanyeol's hair and pulling it down. It hurts actually, causing Chanyeol to whimper a little bit. Baekhyun's nails are long and sharp and he can feel them digging into his scalp.

"I'm sorry, Master, it won't happen again," Chanyeol says, as always, whenever he'd do something rude that might've upset Baekhyun. He knows Baekhyun is enjoying this; he's also doing his best and he's surprisingly good at it, to the point that Baekhyun is making him beg to just touch him until he comes.

Just like what happened the other day during lunch.

Baekhyun put a vibrating egg thingy inside Chanyeol's briefs just on top of his dick. Everytime Mrs. Park mentioned Chanyeol's name, Baekhyun would press the button to make it vibrate against his cock, nudging it inside his tight boxer shorts. His mother said his name eight times, so Baekhyun had the vibration turned into level 8 during the entire meal while the male innocently ate his pork and veggies.

Chanyeol ended up coming hard into Baekhyun's hand the first seven seconds of him just kissing the head of his swollen dick. At least he got a reward, Baekhyun sang him to sleep and cuddled with him until morning.

But yesterday wasn't any different. It was more than torture and even more traumatizing. Chanyeol had to watch a naked Baekhyun pleasuring himself sensually on the bed while he stayed seated, hands tied behind him.

It was that moment when he badly wanted to just flip Baekhyun over and fuck him instead of his own slick fingers entering him. It was that moment when he wished it was just his cock Baekhyun was deepthroating instead of that goddamned pink dildo. He managed to endure his orgasm for two agonizing hours, until Baekhyun allowed him to come at 8:58 in the evening. He was more than happy with Baekhyun just giving him a sloppy handjob and a kiss on the cheek.

Chanyeol badly wants the ass now. He fucking wants the ass because it has been days since he fucked that ass. He has had enough of this shit although he admits it's quite endearing how Baekhyun is so immersed in his role. It feels real and good that he almost forgot he is the top here. Good thing he hasn't had his ass fucked yet.

"I know what you're thinking," Baekhyun mutters as he smiles down at Chanyeol, and Chanyeol has to let out a gasp when Baekhyun gets naked in front of him. "You wanna fuck me, don't you?"

Baekhyun gets a bottle of lube and nicely coats his fingers with it, stretching himself in front of Chanyeol. He buries three slick fingers inside his entrance, properly loosening up his asshole for Chanyeol's cock. Seeing this wonderful sight, Chanyeol rejoices, because finally, Baekhyun is gonna give him what he has been yearning for: his ass.

"Yes," Chanyeol breathes desperately. He wants to reach out to Baekhyun and touch his body yet he can't. Here he is now, left and right wrists handcuffed on the bedpost as well as his ankles. He looks like a starfish planked on the bed entirely naked. "Yes, Master..."

"You wanna have your cock deep inside me, Chanyeol?" Baekhyun teases, now getting on the bed to loom over his body. Laughing, the male sits exactly on top of his hard leaking cock, so that it is rubbing deliciously against the crack of his ass. "You like that, my slave?"

"F-fucking shit," Chanyeol mutters, throwing his head back in pleasure when Baekhyun starts to stroke his cock. He isn't able to control his scream anymore when Baekhyun suddenly grabs his dick and eases it inside his tight hot hole, sliding it deep down. "AHHH, BYUN---fucking---BAEKHYUN!!!" Baekhyun just laughs, now that he's finally seated on Chanyeol's manhood, fucking himself into it and riding it in the most sexual way.

"Oh, fuck. That is so fucking hot--- shit shit shit shit, so good, Master---ah! Fuck, faster. Ride me faster goddamnit--!"

"Aren't you so demanding for a slave," Baekhyun sounds disappointed so he stops moving his hips. He clicks his tongue and withdraws Chanyeol's cock out of his hole, leaving it hard and unattended. "There. Suffer on your own."

"No! Get back in there!" Chanyeol yells in frustration, and he immediately regrets it when Baekhyun glares at him. "I-I mean, Master! Please, get back to my dick."

"Beg for it first," Baekhyun says, and Chanyeol just wants to die right now. His cock is hard and he wants a fucking release and Baekhyun is being a diva.

"I'm begging you," Chanyeol cries, thinking of anything sad just to summon his tears, "Please..."

"Please what?"

Chanyeol legit pulls a crying act, "Please make me come, Master."

Baekhyun sighs, feeling guilty looking at Chanyeol's pitiful state. "Fine. Just don't cry. " Then he climbs back on the bed again, putting his ass to the presence of Chanyeol's cock to where it belongs. The joys Chanyeol feels having that addicting warmth enveloping his whole dick, especially when Baekhyun starts to move.

"Slave, look at me," Baekhyun commands as he rides Chanyeol who's now like a little bitch panting for his breath. Baekhyun places his hands on top of Chanyeol's chest while Chanyeol gazes up to him with lust-filled eyes. "That's right, Chanyeol. You should look at me while I ride you." He leans down to him, kissing him open-mouthedly until their tongues tangle against each other.

"Does it feel good?"

"Yes," Chanyeol answers, "It feels good..."

"Are you close?"

"I-I'm close," Chanyeol mutters, squeezing his eyes shut as he feels his gut coiling in euphoria. He glances at Baekhyun, asking for permission. "Can I come inside you?"

Baekhyun smiles at him, "Come."

At the mention of that word, Baekhyun feels Chanyeol spurting his release inside his asshole, filling it entirely that some even manage to trickle down his thighs. Laughing, he shoots his load on Chanyeol's stomach while he jerks his own cock to his finish.

"Oh god, it felt so good..."

"Yeah," Chanyeol says, "Let's do it again. This time I'll bottom for you."

"No," Baekhyun says, "Let's save it when we get back to Seoul. I want your second time to be in Korea." He laughs. "Right?"

"Why not now so that my misery would be done already!?" Chanyeol blurts out.

"I don't have energy left," Baekhyun whimpers, "Ahhh... My body hurts... I wanna sleep...."

"Hey, don't forget to free me from these."

After Baekhyun frees Chanyeol's hands and feet from their restrains, he plops himself on the bed beside him. They share a minute of silence after their high, just basking in the comfortable atmosphere until the clock strikes to nine.

Baekhyun closes his eyes and releases a long sigh.

"What time is it?" Chanyeol asks still in haze, looking at a spent Baekhyun now scooting beside him."Is it done now?"

Baekhyun nods slowly, and Chanyeol can sense that the male is very exhausted. The way his chest heaves up and down while his bangs stick to his sweaty forehead as he breathes give it away.

"Baekhyun, you did great tonight."

Baekhyun smiles, eyes still closed. "I did?"

"Of course. I'm so proud of you."

"Thank you," he mutters, looking up to Chanyeol. "I'm so proud of you, too, Chanyeol sunbae."

That makes Chanyeol laugh, and just like that, his Baekhyun is now back. "Let's clean you up."

The soothing fingertips shampooing his hair and massaging his scalp are making him sleepy, Baekhyun decides, as he lolls his head unconsciously on top of Chanyeol's thigh. Chanyeol has to sprinkle his face with water to wake him up and not to fall asleep inside the bathtub.

"Baekhyun."

"Hmm..."

"Hey."

"What..."

"Babe, don't sleep yet," Chanyeol says, and his deep voice echoing inside the bathroom makes Baekhyun snap out from his sleepy state. "We need to rinse your hair first."

"Make it faster," Baekhyun mumbles, yawning and blinking, "I wanna sleep already..."

"You must be really tired."

"Of course, I am! Being a Master is really hard!" he reasons out, crossing his hands over his bare chest, "I'm resigning now."

"You did well anyway."

Chanyeol tucks Baekhyun into a thick towel, rolling him inside it like a burrito after he is done blow-drying his hair. He gets another towel for himself, wrapping it around his waist before he exits the bathroom.

"And who allowed you to use the bathroom at the second floor? That is only for the guests."

Chanyeol pauses on his tracks, hearing his mother's voice.

"I just thought it was more convenient because it was bigger and more accessible, Mrs. Park, so I used it," Baekhyun answers. He bows at her and is about to proceed back to Chanyeol's room to get dressed because damn, he is still wearing nothing but a towel.

The woman grabs his arm to stop him, "You're really something, aren't you? How dare you do whatever you want in my house? You slut."

Baekhyun doesn't have time to argue with her because first, it's already late. Second, he's already tired. Third, he just wants to sleep. He elbows her off and grimaces.

"Yeah, I'm really a slut. I'm having sex with Chanyeol sunbae all the time. Your son fucks me in every way your homophobic ass could never imagine," Baekhyun blurts out, Youngmi just stares dumbfounded hearing those words. "Excuse me, I still have to get dressed."

But before Baekhyun could get away, Mrs. Park has already pulled his hair. "What the hell did you just say!?" She suddenly shoves Baekhyun on the wall, and seeing that, Chanyeol barges in to the scene to stop her. Furious, he catches the woman's hand when she attempts to slap Baekhyun on the face.

"What the fuck are you doing!?" Chanyeol mutters within gritted teeth, tugging his mother's hand and pushing her away from Baekhyun. "If you dare lay a finger on Baekhyun again, I swear I'm gonna break your bones myself."

Youngmi pulls her hand, "Chanyeol! I'm your mother! Where is your respect!?"

"Anywhere far from you," Chanyeol says, and then he grabs Baekhyun's wrist and takes him with him back to his room. Baekhyun follows Chanyeol, turning around to look at Youngmi for the last time.

"I'm taking back what I told you last time. That woman is an evil reincarnate and there's no way she's gonna change," Chanyeol says as he gets dressed into a shirt and a pair of sweatpants. Baekhyun borrows his oversized hoodie again, wearing it with nothing underneath. "I'm really sorry for what she did to you."

"It's fine, Chanyeol sunbae... but I still feel guilty. I shouldn't have said those words to her. That was rude, she's still your Mom after all," Baekhyun says worriedly, sighing. He hugs his knees to his chest. "Now there's no way she's still gonna like me."

"It doesn't matter whether she's gonna like you or not. What's important is that I like you," Chanyeol says, offering him a warm smile that makes Baekhyun pause for a while, admiring the beauty of it. "I already told you that before and I don't mind saying it again."

"Whenever you talk to me like that," Baekhyun mutters as he stares at Chanyeol's eyes, inching closer to him sitting on the bed next to him, "Everytime you talk to me like that... It makes me want to miss you more than I should, to the point that I don't want to leave by your side anymore." He gets Chanyeol's hand and squeezes it. "I'm going to miss you a lot when I go back, Chanyeol sunbae... I'll spend my days alone just waiting for you to come home..."

Chanyeol holds his shoulders, slowly moving up to cup his face, "If ever you miss me, just think of the good memories we shared together here in New York. Me, too. I'll do that, too. I'll think of you everyday," He gently grazes his thumb on the side of Baekhyun's lips, "And this smile, it's already engraved in my memory. So that whenever I look up to the sky, it would remind me of you."

"Why the sky?" Baekhyun asks.

"Because you are an angel, that is why."

He chuckles, lying beside Chanyeol and resting his head on top of his chest, "Then I'll look up to the sky too, whenever I'm sad and I'm missing you."

"Why the sky?" Chanyeol asks as well.

"Because you are my sun, that is why."

"And how am I your sun?"

"Because," Baekhyun grins, "you are my sun," Chanyeol looks at him, waiting, "bae."

"What."

"You are my sunbae!" Baekhyun laughs.

Chanyeol looks not amused. "You know what? Just sleep." He slaps his butt. "Good night." He fixes Baekhyun's pillow as he puts him to bed.

"No one's gonna cry, alright?" Baekhyun says, "When we part ways, there should be no tears!"

"Of course," Chanyeol laughs, "You should be telling that yourself. You cry on the tiniest things almost everyday."

"But I'm not gonna shed any tears when I leave," Baekhyun confidently says. "Well, I don't know about you, though."

"Me? Hah! Baekhyun. You know I don't fucking cry," Chanyeol says, snorting. "My eyes? Yeah. They are waterproof."

"Yet you just cried begging to be touched several minutes ago," Baekhyun mumbles.

"What?"

"Nothing," he sticks his tongue out. "And where are you going?" He slightly gets up. Chanyeol looks like he has no plans on sleeping beside him yet. "Aren't you sleeping yet?"

"I'll just go down for a bit to drink water," Chanyeol says. "Go to sleep first."

"Where's my good night kiss?"

Chanyeol stares.

"You should give me one," Baekhyun says, pouting, "To make all my nightmares go away, I need a protection."

"That is so fucking childish, Baekhyun. I'm not giving any good night kisses tonight."

"But I need it," Baekhyun says, his eyes begging, "Please! Please! Please!"

"Fine," Chanyeol sighs just to get this over with. He realizes he just did what he said he wouldn't do seconds ago, but to hell with that. Baekhyun really just have to choose being a little bitch right now. "Close your eyes."

"Okay, I'm ready." Baekhyun closes his eyes excitedly.

Clearing his throat, Chanyeol looks around to check as if someone is watching (which is obviously no one), before leaning down on the bed near Baekhyun's face. Swatting his fringe away blocking his forehead, he presses a chaste kiss on it. Smooch. "There."

"On my nose too," Baekhyun whispers giddily.

Chanyeol rolls his eyes, yet he kisses him on the tip of his nose anyway. Smack. "There."

"And my cheek," Baekhyun demands, still with his eyes closed. "How about my cheek."

"Oh god, are you for real," Chanyeol complains, yet he is still leaning down to peck him on either side of his cheeks. "There you go."

Baekhyun smiles up to him, "But how about my li---"

Chanyeol shuts him up by kissing him gentle on the lips. Baekhyun doesn't even have the time to adjust when he feels his chin being tilted up as Chanyeol traces the outline of his jaw with his hand. The kiss is giving him chest flutters; Chanyeol doesn't usually kiss like this---light and soft--- as though he is delicate, vulnerable to slightest pain.

Among their million kisses, this is Baekhyun's most favorite, and he's not gonna get tired repeating it over and over again.

He pulls away for a short while to breathe as he stares at Chanyeol, seeing his life flash right before his eyes. "I love you." He wraps his hands around his neck, pulling him closer and kissing him again. "I love you." He kisses him again. "I love you." And again. "I love you."

And again.

"I love you so much, Chanyeol sunbae."

Chanyeol caresses his cheek after he pulls away. He studies Baekhyun's face this close--- his eyes, his nose, his lips, "I," he stops for a while to think, then he smiles, "I know."

"Good night."

"Sweet dreams."

Chanyeol closes the door of his room with a silent click, making sure first that Baekhyun is soundly sleeping before he leaves. The moment his hand lets go of the doorknob, he releases the breath he has been holding in his chest as he slowly falls sitting on the floor. He brings a hand to his face enough to cover his eyes, and stays on that position, unmoving.

Hearing a sudden thumping noise, Youngmi takes off her eye glasses and furrows her eyebrows. She listens.

And she hears it again.

Her husband is long asleep on the bed when she leaves their room to check what she just heard. Every step she makes down the stairs through the dark, the soft thudding sound gets clearer. She stops on her tracks when she makes out a figure leaning against the wall and sitting outside of Chanyeol's room.

Her eyes widen a bit, seeing that it's Chanyeol.

Chanyeol's shoulders are trembling as he suppresses his sobs to be heard. His chest is heaving as he quietly weeps in the dark, hiding his eyes to prevent the tears streaming down his cheeks but to no avail. He is catching for his breath as he breaks down into tears, crying his heart out at the thought of no one can see him broken like this.

It makes her heart shatter into pieces, seeing her own son in this crestfallen state. She wants to come forward towards him but she hesitates, realizing that she has no right to do that as a mother. She can do nothing but watch in silence how Chanyeol cries in pain, and probably this is the first time she has witnessed Chanyeol dealing with his depression trying to consume him.

Youngmi wipes the tears that escape her eyes and steps back to stay hidden, now seeing her son standing up weakly as he supports himself on the wall.

Chanyeol turns the doorknob of his room and retreats back inside as if nothing happened.

*

"Have you double-checked everything inside your luggage?"

"Yes, Sir!"

"Your passport and your ticket," Chanyeol says, Baekhyun smiles brightly at him. "They're already inside your bag, right?" He receives an enthusiastic nod as a reply. "How about the cash that I gave you?"

"It's already in my wallet, I got two debit cards just in case. My phone is a hundred percent charged and I have two powerbanks in extra. My flight's at nine o'clock here in JFK Airport, and that's thirty minutes from now before I get on the plane," Baekhyun states, Chanyeol is still about to say something when the male cuts him off, "And I won't get lost nor will I get mugged either."

Chanyeol smiles, feeling satisfied. "Good."

"Anything you still wanna say?" Baekhyun says, lifting an eyebrow. Chanyeol shakes his head and steps closer, then he envelopes him into a hug which catches him by surprise.

Baekhyun laughs, then he pats Chanyeol's back with extra force. "Fine. Fine. Fine. I know that already. You're gonna miss me." He leans away to look at Chanyeol's face. "Let's see each other in a Seoul."

"See you in Seoul," Chanyeol says, fixing his bangs falling on his forehead. "Have a safe flight. Call me when you get there."

"Okay, I will." Baekhyun pulls his luggage with him when he hears the announcement blaring through the speakers. "I have to leave now, Chanyeol sunbae."

Chanyeol nods, waving at him as he smiles, "Goodbye."

Baekhyun turns his heel around, heading to the opposite direction. He can sense Chanyeol's eyes lingering on his back as he takes steps after steps away from him. The smile on his face slowly eases as he feels his heart getting heavy. He shakes his head and wills away the tears trying to fall, holding it in.

No, he shouldn't cry. He told Chanyeol he's not gonna shed a single tear so he must stick to his words. "I'm not gonna cry." He breathes and wears a smile again, walking faster to the security checkpoint.

"BAEKHYUN!"

Baekhyun stops walking.

"I love you!" Chanyeol screams, cupping his hands beside his mouth. "I love you so much!"

The tears he is holding has finally fell down from his eyes.

He is about to turn around to look at Chanyeol's face one last time before he leaves, but Chanyeol stops him.

"No! Don't turn around!" Chanyeol yells, and he doesn't care if some people are now looking curiously at him. "I look so ugly right now!"

Baekhyun can hear the trembles in his voice, and he knows that Chanyeol is already crying.

"Wait for me whatever happens, okay!" Chanyeol screams, and Baekhyun furiously nods as an answer for Chanyeol to see. "I will come home to you, I promise you!"

Baekhyun wipes away his tears and proceeds ahead, grabbing his luggage. He runs fast until he disappears within the throng of people, and until he disappears from Chanyeol's sight.

He fails to see Chanyeol's eyes turning blue.

*

To be continued.