*

"Why aren't you calling me yet, Chanyeol-sunbae?"

Seven days has passed and still, Chanyeol never contacted him.

Baekhyun sighs, and puts his arm on top of his forehead to block the sunlight streaking through the curtains of his room.

Chanyeol sure is firm to his words when he said he would give Baekhyun time while Baekhyun is the exact opposite of him. In the span of 168 hours, half of it spent on Baekhyun religiously glancing on his phone waiting for a phone call, while half of it spent on thinking about Chanyeol.

Everyday, every hour, Baekhyun is missing Chanyeol so fucking much, yet he can't bring himself to press call so that he can at least hear his voice.

Let's live together. Move in with me.

We. The two of us. Let's live together.

Like a broken tape on repeat, those words ring again in his ears as he stares blankly at the ceiling of his room. Maybe the blush on his cheeks and the fast thumping of his heart are now too late of a reaction. He should have felt these emotions the day Chanyeol said it, but like an idiot that he is, he wasn't able to properly give a more comprehensible reaction in front of him.

That afternoon truthfully in his heart, he could have said Yes to him, but a Yes when hesitation comes in, becomes an I don't know and I'm not sure, or worst, might become a No.

Baekhyun stops wandering his thoughts around Chanyeol for a while, when a memory suddenly flashes back in his mind.

I wish you could celebrate more birthdays with me, and I wish you could stay by my side though you are not mine.

He brings his fingers to his lips, gently touching them.

"You kissed me."

"Can't I at least do that?"

"Sehun, you know how I feel about Chanyeol-sunbae, so you can't.... do something like that..."

"And your friends on the former Student Council could?"

"They're-- they're differrent... You're not like them."

"Fine then, if you don't want the kiss then you should give it back."

Baekhyun sighs sadly and rolls over the bed, mumbling on his pillow in a low voice, "It's my fault that I feel sorry for him..."

Three knocks on the door to his room is not an asking for permission anymore, when Sehun barges inside carrying a black trash bag. Baekhyun shoots his head up and sits on the bed, watching Sehun pour the contents of his garbage bin into the trash bag.

"You're throwing out the trash?" Baekhyun asks curiously, and Sehun silently nods.

Sehun picks up the empty bottles of yogurt on the floor, as well as those crumpled pieces of paper. He sighs, discarding them inside the trash bag.

The silence is killing Baekhyun so he decides to strike a conversation.

"Uhm, do you still rememer the money I borrowed from you?"

Sehun nods.

"About that... I want to pay you back..."

Silence.

"Do you perhaps have some free time tonight?"

Sehun slightly turns his head to look at him.

"I don't know yet. Why?"

"Oh, I was just wondering if we could eat out for dinner. There's this restaurant I know, you see," Baekhyun starts, "their pork belly is really delicious! I want to try it with you, so let's eat it together. My treat!"

Sehun sighs and wipes the sweat on his forehead with the back of his hand.

"Why don't you ask your boyfriend instead?"

Baekhyun opens his mouth, but says nothing instead.

"I'm not in the mood to eat outside anyway, so thanks for the invitation."

But I just want to eat pork belly with you, Baekhyun wants to say, but chooses not to, when he feels Sehun is in a bad mood right now.

"Baekhyun, I am not your maid," Sehun mutters, now picking up the bags of chips and the box of pizza Baekhyun forgot to throw away last last night. He gives Baekhyun a glare before resuming on cleaning Baekhyun's room. "For how many times do I have to tell you to throw your trash properly. The garbage bin's like, one meter away from your bed."

Baekhyun chuckles shyly.

"Sorry, I was just too lazy to clean my room," Baekhyun replies, and he is now helping Sehun to pick up small pieces of random things on the floor, "I promise to clean it later."

"To think that you're soon gonna live with someone else that is not me," Sehun says, and Baekhyun abruptly tenses a bit, "you being lazy as fuck is not really impressive, don't you know that? You should at least know how to clean your own room. What if he kicks you out?"

Baekhyun just sits back on the bed and looks down at his feet.

"I found some of your old stuff in my room, stuff that I borrowed for what seems like eternity," Sehun says, busying himself on stacking Baekhyun's unorganized books, "Go collect them. You might need them when you move out."

Sehun carries the trash bag and is about to leave when he remembers something. He turns to Baekhyun sitting on the bed, who looks like a kicked puppy begging to be noticed.

Sehun tears his gaze away.

"Oh, I almost forgot to tell you," Sehun says, "I've already separated your bank account from mine. If you need money, you don't have to ask me anymore."

For some reason, it makes Baekhyun's heart break into half. Not only because Sehun is saying such hurtful things, but also because of the way Sehun looks at him right now. It is as if his eyes are cold and uncaring, like he doesn't matter to him anymore.

Sehun is really about to go when Baekhyun speaks again.

"Why are you deciding things for me?" Baekhyun says. "Why does it seem like you already want me out of your life?"

"I'm making things easy for you. You should be thanking me right now."

"Have I already told you my answer? Why are you doing this?"

"Do you love me?"

Baekhyun pauses, and then he shortly looks away.

"Then why are you still holding on to me?"

Sehun closes the door with a thud, leaving Baekhyun speachless and torn apart deep inside.

*

When Baekhyun comes out of his room, he sees boxes of old stuff and piles of random things at the living room. Looking around, he spots Sehun on the kitchen washing the dishes by his own.

"So he isn't done cleaning yet," Baekhyun mutters to himself, walking towards where his best friend is at. Smiling a little, he puts on a pair of rubber gloves on his hands and asks:

"Can I help you with the dishes?"

Sehun doesn't answer so Baekhyun already squishes himself in front of the sink beside the other male. He takes a plate and soaks it into the basin while Sehun sponges some spoons with the dishwashing liquid.

Baekhyun hums a tune while washing the plates, but Sehun takes the plate away from his hand.

"Hey, give it back to me."

"Do something else instead," Sehun says. "Have you started packing your things yet?"

Baekhyun's lips curve down, and he can't help but feel a pang in his heart because of that.

"If you need some help, I can carry those boxes for you. Just take care of the clothes and make sure to fold them neatly when you put them inside the luggage."

"Stop," Baekhyun says, "Stop saying that."

"Take the plushies in my room with you. I know you can't sleep without them."

"STOP! I SAID STOP!"

"Why? Is there something wrong?"

Baekhyun isn't looking at Sehun when he grabs his arm and grips it hard. Sehun trails his eyes down Baekhyun's hand tightly clutched on his arm as if his knuckles would turn white.

"Let go."

Baekhyun never lets go.

"I said let my arm go."

"Why are you doing this?!" Baekhyun yells. "I'm trying my best to get closer to you and spend time with you, yet all you do is treat me like you don't care about me anymore."

Sehun slowly holds Baekhyun's hand clutched on his arm, and yanks it down.

"What else do you want me to do," Sehun says, "Beg for you to stay? Go have fun with you? You think I can do that, Baekhyun?"

Baekhyun doesn't have the urge to answer.

"Even if you don't say it out loud, I know you are leaving. I know you're going to stay with him," Sehun mutters, "So please... Don't pretend you want to be with me. Just. Just... Just do whatever you want and don't mind me!"

Baekhyun can't believe he is hearing this. He takes a deep breath and composes himself for him not to burst him emotions out.

"Do you want an answer?"

Sehun looks at him.

"Yeah, you're right! I'm going to leave you. I want to live with Chanyeol and move out of this apartment."

Baekhyun is just staring intently at him, and he knows that by the way he said it, he has hurt Sehun too much.

"But what I can't stand is your attitude right now," Baekhyun says. "Don't be like this and don't push me away."

"That's only I can do," Sehun says, and his heart is bleeding deep inside. "What I'm saying is, don't think about me. Just go, and live with him if that's what your heart truly wants."

"Sehun..."

Sehun takes the rubber gloves from Baekhyun's hands and puts them away.

"Thank you for thinking about me," he says as he looks at Baekhyun right in the eyes, "Thank you for hesitating."

Baekhyun doesn't answer. He bites his lower lip and tries hard not to cry in front of him. Turning around for his face not to show, he takes a deep breath and lets his tears fall.

"W-we've run out of paper towels, I'm going to buy some."

Baekhyun doesn't wait for Sehun's reply as he steps forward and runs out of the apartment.

He didn't see Sehun holding on to the kitchen counter, crouching his abdomen in sudden pain.

*

"Y-you're such a jerk," Baekhyun mumbles to himself while walking, heading to the nearest convenience store. He kicks a stray rock as he sobs, rubbing his eyes while he cries, "I'm only.... thinking about you... But you keep... on pushing me away... Asshole... You're an asshole..."

He wipes his eyes soaked with tears with the sleeve of his thick hoodie while waiting for the automatic door to open. Absentindedly, he enters the convenience store and heads to the ramen section.

"Why am I here..." he mutters, "I need paper towels... Paper towels..."

His peripheral vision catches someone outside, at the tables with red umbrellas for customers. He focuses his gaze towards the person wearing a black cap and a blue jacket, who looks utterly familiar to him. Leaning on the glass, he squints his eyes and observes that someone (his back facing Baekhyun) eating his noodles with his chopsticks.

Baekhyun covers his mouth in shock, stepping back and hiding by the energy drink shelves they almost fell out on the floor.

"I-it's Chanyeol-sunbae."

Oh god. Oh god. Oh god. I need to get out of here! He shouldn't see me here!

Baekhyun grabs a paper towel in haste from the other shelf, and runs towards the cashier in panic. He pulls up the hood of his hoodie and impatiently waits while the ahjussi slowly punches his item.

"Are you sure... you're going to buy this?" the ahjussi asks as he shows Baekhyun a set of sanitary pads. With wings.

Baekhyun's whole face grows red and hot.

"No!" Baekhyun yells as he stutters, "I-I-I, that's not!!! I thought it was paper towels!"

He looks at the autodoor and sees Chanyeol getting inside. His eyes widen in surprise.

"Fuck!" Baekhyun says, and he runs again to hide behind the junkfood shelves.

"Hey, young man, watch your language!"

Baekhyun peeks his right eye beside a bag of Cheetos, watching Chanyeol from a far choosing a drink on his hands. He has a Dr. Pepper on the right, while a Diet Dr. Pepper on the left. Baekhyun thinks he is having a hard time choosing what to buy.

Baekhyun snickers.

"Chanyeol-sunbae," he mutters, "drink orange juice instead. It's good for your health."

As if Chanyeol heard him, he returns the two sofrdrinks and grabs a bottle of orange juice instead. Baekhyun continues observing Chanyeol like that, dressed in comfortable clothes and sweatpants while wearing a pair of slippers. Chanyeol fixes his cap and ruffles his bed-nest hair, absentmindedly falling in line in front of the cashier.

Baekhyun grins.

It's not the usual Park Chanyeol Baekhyun sees when they meet at school or outside, because Chanyeol is always wearing nice clothes and shoes when they see each other. He acts handsomely and smart too, like the cool guy that he is.

"So this is how he looks like in normal days," Baekhyun whispers to himself with a big smile on his face.

And you'll get to see that everyday when you started living with him, his inner conscience adds to himself.

Baekhyun blushes, and slaps his own face with his hands.

"Stop thinking about it," he mutters. His alert eyes turn to Chanyeol leaving the store, who is now opening the bottle cap and drinking his orange juice.

Baekhyun immediately stands up, forgetting about the paper towels, and follows Chanyeol outside with featherlight steps.

To be honest with himself, he really really wants to jump at Chanyeol right now, hug him for all he is worth, and kiss him where everyone can see. He wants to call his name and talk to him, ask how has he been, take a look at his face, hear his deep voice, see his smile that made him fall for thousands of reasons, and eventually made love to him in all ways that Chanyeol desires.

God. He knows this is really cringeworthy but he badly misses Chanyeol so much he feels like dying.

Baekhyun skips like a ninja, stepping on Chanyeol's steps, walking on Chanyeol's path, and following him behind.

When Chanyeol pauses, he also stops. When Chanyeol suddenly turns around, Baekhyun quickly hides.

"Why am I hiding," Baekhyun asks to himself, "I look like a creep."

Baekhyun steps out of his hiding place and looks left to right.

Chanyeol is gone.

"Where did he go?"

"Are you following me?"

Baekhyun turns around and sees a broad chest that he almost got knocked out. He gains his composure and looks up, seeing the person he has been longing for.

His eyes widen as he blushes.

"Baekhyun," Chanyeol says, and Baekhyun's heart just did a little backflip.

Chanyeol waits for a reply as he stares right into Baekhyun's eyes.

Baekhyun opens his mouth in attempt to explain himself. He wants to say, I wasn't following you! I was just passing by! I came to buy paper towels! I didn't know you were there!

"I-I missed you so much," is what comes out of Baekhyun's mouth, and he himself is surprised of what he has just said.

As if they were in a staring competition, no one dares to look away, until Chanyeol grabs his wrist and tugs him to somehwere all of a sudden, that Baekhyun almost trips to his feet as they walk rapidly. Baekhyun wants to ask him where they are heading to, but the loud thud of the closing door and Chanyeol's lips pressed on his own stop him from saying anything anymore.

They're in a public toilet.

And Baekhyun can no longer do anything aside from kissing Chanyeol back. Heatedly. Passionately.

Baekhyun finds himself pressed on the cold bathroom wall, his arms pinned on top of his head while Chanyeol attacks his swollen lips like a hungry beast. Tongues and teeth clash against each other as if to draw blood, so hot and deep in between not a single exchange of words.

Baekhyun throws his head back and supresses a moan when he feels a pair of lips kissing the expanse of his jaw, down to his neck, down to his collarbones, down to his shoulders-- sucking, biting, licking, until there are hickeys left to where they truly belong.

Chanyeol sets Baekhyun's hand free, so Baekhyun uses them to get a hold of the waistband of Chanyeol's pants. He uses his fingers to tug it down, as Chanyeol still kisses his face and every part of him that he can reach.

Baekhyun slightly leans away, catching for his ragged breathing as he stares at Chanyeol for a brief moment.

He looks at the door cautiously, before turning to Chanyeol again with worried eyes.

"It's... okay," Chanyeol mutters softly, his chest heaving, "Nobody will see us here..."

Baekhyun then gets down to his knees, and releases Chanyeol's hard member out of its confines. Using his hand, he holds its base and darts his tongue out to give the head a teasing lick.

"Fuck," Chanyeol curses as he grabs a fistful of Baekhyun's silver hair, "I'm gonna fuck your mouth hard if you did that again."

Baekhyun startles, so he just carefully takes Chanyeol's throbbing cock inside his open mouth and sucks on it expertly. He bobs his head up and down, while trying to get that thick long cock up to his throat.

"God-fucking-damnit," Chanyeol hisses under his breath, feeling a hot scorching pleasure enveloping his dick that he really really loves. "Keep... going... You're so good at this..."

Baekhyun looks up and stares at Chanyeol while he blows him with his innocent face that he has. It's not really helping on Chanyeol's part, as it only makes his erection harden even more.

Baekhyun keeps going, stroking Chanyeol's rigid member and blowing him, loving the reactions that he is getting from what he is doing. He knows by the way Chanyeol is shutting his eyes and thrusting his hips up, that he is close to orgasm.

"I'm coming... Pull out..."

Baekhyun releases the hard cock out of his mouth, allowing Chanyeol's load to spurt out on the floor. There's a part of him thinking it's a shame he wasn't able to swallow Chanyeol's precious come.

Using his thumb, Chanyeol gently wipes off a speck of come on the side of Baekhyun's lips. Baekhyun looks down and smiles a little.

"How about you?" Chanyeol asks as he pulls his pants back on. "I'll make you come."

"N-no. Don't mind me," Baekhyun softly says, hiding his erection with his hands, "I can take care of it."

Chanyeol sighs and pulls Baekhyun's arm up like a child. Much to Baekhyun's surprise, he is now seated on the toilet bowl while Chanyeol is in front of him.

"I'll just give you a handjob, since I don't want you feeling uncomfortable here," Chanyeol says.

Baekhyun silently nods.

Chanyeol holds his cock, touches it with his hand, strokes it quick, and Baekhyun can never deny the tender feeling of Chanyeol's touches against his skin. It burns, but it pleasures him at the same time.

In less than three minutes of Chanyeol jacking him off, Baekhyun comes on the floor right away. He wants to hide his face in embarrassment when Chanyeol offers him a knowing smile like he wanted him to die in shame.

"Let's get out of here before someone sees us."

*

There is a thick silence shared between the two of them as they walk side by side, as if they haven't just had a sexual act inside a public toilet.

Chanyeol isn't saying something, and this is getting a little bit awkward, so maybe Baekhyun should start a conversation? Maybe he should ask if he misses him too? A week was too agonizingly long, that Baekhyun can't really believe he has survived without being with Chanyeol.

"Chanyeol-sunbae?"

Chanyeol looks at him.

"I-I was just wondering," Baekhyun starts as he plays with his hands, "if I have ever crossed your mind..."

"What?"

"I said, I was just wondering if I have ever crossed your mind?"

Chanyeol doesn't say a single word, and Baekhyun already knows his answer. Maybe Chanyeol is too busy to think about him. Yes, that might be the reason. He's on college so it's understandable.

"You're asking me," Chanyeol mutters, "if I've ever thought about you."

Baekhyun slowly nods.

"You want answer?"

"Yes..."

Chanyeol lets out a chuckle, and Baekhyun doesn't know whether to get nervous or not because of that.

"I thought about you twice," Chanyeol says, "Always and Everyday."

And Baekhyun loses his shit when he hears that. He hears an explosion and realizes it was just his heart.

"That was fucking cheesy and I hate to repeat that," Chanyeol clears his throat, "I've read that from a book, and I didn't think about you."

Baekhyun giggles. He seems defensive though.

"So, have you thought about it?" Chanyeol asks, "If not, then I should give you more time."

"No! Please no," Baekhyun says, almost begging, "I-I've already thought about it. I've made up my mind."

Chanyeol stops walking, and Baekhyun stops as well.

"Chanyeol-sunbae."

"What is it?"

Baekhyun takes a deep breath.

"I've decided that..."

Chanyeol is waiting.

"I'm going to stay with Sehun."

Chanyeol is just staring at him in silence, waiting, saying nothing at all. He is about to speak up until Baekhyun speaks again.

"...until graduation."

Baekhyun puts his hands behind his back and looks up to the sky.

"After graduation, I will move out of that place," Baekhyun mutters, "and live together with you."

There's an unreadable expression on Chanyeol's face that Baekhyun can't really decipher. He is just looking at him emotionless, so Baekhyun doesn't know what his thoughts are.

Nonetheless, he continues.

"Will you wait for me?"

*

To be continued.