*

They are all huddled up together in front of the bulletin boards stretched which seems like forever, necks craned up with any other hopeful students that are also searching for their names on the long list of successful passers. Jongin is the tallest of the three so Kyungsoo and Luhan stay behind him, body squished with strangers who are either cheering in joy or crying in agony.

Kyungsoo sighs a nervous breath, clutching onto Jongin's shirt. Luhan gives him an assuring but worried look as he hugs his back. Jongin is reading the list of passers with his right hand, while his other hand is intertwined through Kyungsoo's fingers.

"Did you find my name yet?" Kyungsoo asks, shaking Jongin violently. "Did I make it?"

"W-wait, I'm finding it. Oh god, Kyungsoo! Fuck!"

"What? Why!"

Jongin squeezes Kyungsoo's hand tighter, and his index finger is stopping on the paper right at 2017012 Do Kyungsoo. He faces his boyfriend with a wide smile across his face, almost teary-eyed.

"Y-you passed the entrance exam, Kyungsoo!!!! You made it! It's your name! I saw your fucking name!"

"Oh my god!!!" Kyungsoo yells as he jumps with Luhan who is also very happy for him. "I made it! Thank you so much! I got through!"

"Congratulations, baby! We're gonna be on the same university!" Luhan cheers as he hugs Kyungsoo. Jongin is quietly watching them with a smile on his face when he suddenly remembers.

"Shit. I forgot to find mine."

"Go look it up!" Kyungsoo says, hitting Jongin's arm. "We should all be together in this school! You must also pass!"

Jongin quickly goes to another bulletin board, finding his name among thousands of Kim's who also took the test. He waddles through the sea of students while Luhan and Kyungsoo wait outside the crowd.

"I'm sure he's gonna make it," Kyungsoo says. His eyes wander around the front of university packed with different faces, when he spots a familiar face among the crowd. He is standing in front of a bulletin board alone.

Kyungsoo nudges Luhan's arm.

"Look! It's Baekhyun, right?" he says, and he is about to call Baekhyun's name but stops, seeing the other male from a far with drooped shoulders and a ducked head.

Luhan follows with his eyes Baekhyun walking away out of the people, heading to the bus stop with that gloomy face of his. He opts to follow him but Kyungsoo holds him by the arm, stopping him from leaving. The two of them just watch Baekhyun from a distance, who is now crying and sobbing his heart out as he waits for the bus.

"I wanna hug him," Luhan mumbles sadly, "Shouldn't we go to him, Kyungsoo?"

"I think he wants to be alone. I also don't know what to say to comfort him. I'm not good with words..."

"It's okay, Baekhyun... Don't cry..."

"Oh my god. I don't wanna see this," Kyungsoo says as he looks away, disheartened.

Jongin arrives with a loud hoot and yell, practically pouncing on his two smaller boyfriends who look more sullen the last time he sees them few minutes ago.

"I made it! I got into the list! Woohoo!" he screams. He notices the two who look very lifeless. "Hey. Is there a problem?"

Wondering what is wrong, Jongin traces the direction the two males are looking at, and he shortly sees their friend at a distance. Baekhyun is now rubbing his eyes while his shoulders tremble, obvious that he is weeping on his own.

"Oh my god," Jongin says, "D-didn't Baekhyun make it?"

Sehun comes in to the view and stands beside Baekhyun. He pats him on the back lightly, pulling him into a hug. He yanks up the hood of Baekhyun's jacket to cover his head and face. Leaning in closer to Baekhyun's ear, he says something to him that Jongin, Luhan and Kyungsoo cannot hear. Baekhyun silently nods before getting on the bus. He waves at Sehun goodbye so Sehun waves back at him.

Jongin sighs. "Should we... celebrate?"

"Nah," Luhan and Kyungsoo both say.

*

Chanyeol senses the clicking of the front door, and he can't help but jolt in his seat when he hears Baekhyun saying, I'm home in a faint voice. Whether he admit it or not to himself, he's been fidgety all day waiting for Baekhyun to come home. He couldn't stay put.

He sees Baekhyun dropping his bag on the floor, covering his face with both hands as he heaves. Without a word coming out from his mouth, Chanyeol approaches him quietly. Baekhyun is surprisingly different than how he looks like when he left this morning. Chanyeol already knows based on the smaller male's appearance that he didn't make it through.

There's a subtle pang in his heart, seeing Baekhyun like this.

Chanyeol doesn't say anything. He's just standing there right in front of a crying Baekhyun who is stifling the little chokes of sobs he creates under his breath. He sits on the armrest of the sofa while he waits for Baekhyun to utter something, anything, that can make him feel a little bit better.

"I'm so sorry," is the first word that escapes out of Baekhyun's lips as he weakly comes towards Chanyeol. Chanyeol catches him and holds him in place for him not to fall.

"I'm sorry..." Baekhyun presses his head on Chanyeol's broad chest as he lets himself out, weeping for all he is worth. He has held himself back from crying at the bus, but he can't take the weight anymore in his heart the moment he sees Chanyeol. He is fucking mad at himself. He knows he did his best on the test but it wasn't still good enough to say the least.

Chanyeol embraces Baekhyun right then and there, his arms resting over Baekhyun's shoulders. He pats his back while Baekhyun cries in almost in an inaudible voice. Feeling him clutching his shirt in a tight grip, Chanyeol knows it is getting soaked now by Baekhyun's tears, but he doesn't say anything.

He waits.

"I-I d-didn't m-make it," Baekhyun stammers in between combinations of hiccups and deep cries, "I-I did my best but I didn't pass the exam."

"Did you look carefully through the list?"

"I-I did... A lot of times... And... and I didn't find my name... in every single bulletin board..."

Chanyeol sighs. "It's all right. I understand."

"I'm so sorry, Chanyeol-sunbae. I'm very disappointed with myself, I'm so... I'm so worthless. I know you put a lot of effort helping me study, but I'm such an idiot. I didn't properly learn what you taught me."

"Don't say that. It's okay."

"It's not okay... I know you are disappointed with me, too. I failed you. I didn't make it. I'm so fucking stupid."

"Baekhyun, there are still other universities out there where you can apply to," Chanyeol says, "It doesn't matter as long as you're going to college."

"It matters! I don't wanna go to any university aside from yours. I won't apply to any college if that would only mean I can't be with you," Baekhyun firmly says, "I'd rather stay here in this house than go to college without you. And that's final." He pulls away from Chanyeol. "I'm going to my room."

"Baekhyun, come back here."

"Rather than failing the entrance exam, I'm more angry with myself for letting you down," Baekhyun mutters before running up the stairs without sparing Chanyeol a single glance.

"Baekhyun."

No answer.

Chanyeol massages his temples as he watches Baekhyun away. His head is throbbing.

*

It has been hours since Baekhyun went up. He hasn't come out of his room for lunch, and he admits he is seriously hungry right now. Stomach grumbling, he ignores it and pretends to sleep. He can't go out though, he doesn't have a rightful face to show in front of Chanyeol. He sees himself as a huge disappointment. Maybe it would be better if he'd just crawl on a hole and die.

Chanyeol keys in the spare key of Baekhyun's room and opens the door without bothering to knock. Looking around, he doesn't spot Baekhyun in anywhere in the four corners of the room, but he sees a large lump on top of the bed covered with a pink thick blanket.

"Baekhyun."

The blanket tweaks. A sign that Baekhyun is moving underneath.

"Go away."

"You don't tell me what to do."

The bedsheets rustle. Baekhyun sits on the bed with the blanket still covering his whole body, but he doesn't face Chanyeol.

"I want to be alone. Just leave."

"Listen to me," Chanyeol says as he walks and sits on Baekhyun's bed. Baekhyun feels it dip because of Chanyeol's weight behind him. "You can't sulk in your room forever."

"I don't want to talk to you."

"Well fuck you, because I want to talk to you." Chanyeol forces Baekhyun out of his makeshift shell, pulling the blanket out of the smaller's body. Trying to fight back, Baekhyun never lets go until Chanyeol uses his strength to shove him off, completely peeling the blanket like a skin. Baekhyun bounces on the bed with a puff, hugging his bare self.

"Why the fuck are you naked?" Chanyeol asks, annoyed, looking at Baekhyun's exposed back. He is only wearing his white briefs and a pair of white socks.

"I'm not in the mood to get dressed," Baekhyun answers. Chanyeol is starting to get really pissed off by Baekhyun's childish antics now, but he tells himself he must need a pinch of patience until this is over. He goes to Baekhyun's closet and picks a random shirt. He got a blue sweatshirt with Pororo design on it.

Baekhyun is looking at him but he looks away when Chanyeol catches him staring. Chanyeol sighs and pulls Baekhyun, fitting the hole of the sweatshirt on Baekhyun's head so it is stuck there like a scarf. The smaller male only keeps himself steady.

"Raise your arms," Chanyeol commands with a tired sigh.

Baekhyun raises his arms so Chanyeol pulls them up and slides in both sleeves of the sweatshirt, right and left, dressing Baekhyun up like a kid going to school. He didn't know it would be this fucking exhausting, taking care of a baby that isn't his son but his lover.

"You lied about looking carefully through the list," Chanyeol finally says to get this over with, "I checked the results online."

Baekhyun's eyes slits in confusion. "What do you mean?"

Chanyeol gets his phone in his pocket, scrolled down a little and showed it to Baekhyun. With shaking fingers and a hammering heart inside his chest, Baekhyun takes it and reads the list consisting of ten names.

He finds his name there.

"You won't find your name on those bulletin boards because you're on the Topnotchers' List," Chanyeol says, "You've ranked sixth."

Baekhyun is frozen. He can't mutter a single syllable as he reads his name on the Topnotchers' List placed on number six: 2017004 #6 Byun Baekhyun. He stays like that before everything sinks in--- that he didn't fail the entrance exam but he passed. He really passed the exam and not only that, he even top-notched among hundreds of students who took the test.

He's so happy. So fucking happy.

"Oh my god," Baekhyun says, and he is now grinning ear-to-ear while crying tears of joy. "Oh my god, I passed the exam!!! Aaaahhhhh!!!! I made it, Chanyeol-sunbae! I did it!!! Oh my god!!!!" He screams on top of his lungs as he scrambles on the bed, practically shaking Chanyeol and pouncing on him. He shrieks a high note he swears he can break a glass.

"Aaahhhhh! Is this even real! Aaaahhhh!!!!! I didn't expect this!!!! I passed! I even made it to the Topnotchers!"

Baekhyun harshly shoves Chanyeol down and straddles his lap, bouncing on top of him. "Thank you so much! I'm so happy right now!" He hits him on the chest repeatedly while Chanyeol only beams back at him, trying to contain his laughter.

"Thought you don't wanna talk to me?" Chanyeol retorts. "Thought you wanted me to leave?"

"Well, I'm taking it back!" Baekhyun yells and giggles, and he is leaning down to kiss Chanyeol on every part of his face that he can reach-- his eyes, his nose, his cheek, his jaw--- peppering him light kisses everywhere.

"Fuck! Stop! Baekhyun, what the hell!" Chanyeol says laughing, as he swats Baekhyun away but to no avail. Baekhyun comes to an end after a brief moment, heaving and catching for his breath.

"Thank you," he says in a soft voice while intently staring down at Chanyeol. He levels down one more time, kissing him full and gentle on the lips. His hand travels up, slowly threading his slender fingers through Chanyeol's black hair as they share a tender kiss.

Chanyeol holds him on both arms, lightly pushing him down so that Baekhyun is positioned under his gaze. He returns back kissing him but now with tongue, licking his way first on Baekhyun's lower lip until he is conquering Baekhyun's slick mouth as his territory. He feels hot hands roaming on his neck and back up and down, while Baekhyun lets out a subtle whimper on the back of his throat. Pulling away for a while, he sees Baekhyun looking at him with lusty, half-lidded eyes, his red slightly-parted lips moist with saliva.

Fuck. He looks beautifully wrecked like this.

"Should I give you a reward?"

"I want a reward," Baekhyun squeaks. "Please... I want it..."

Slowly, oh so slowly, Chanyeol's large hand latches on Baekhyun's milky thigh, loving the smoothness of it against his skin. He reaches up for Baekhyun's knee, palming it, until he makes it to his hips and stops, finally arriving at his destination. Using his thumb and index finger, he yanks Baekhyun's underwear downwards, pulling it down past his crotch, past his knees, past his calves, until it totally sinks on Baekhyun's pretty ankles. Baekhyun does the job to kick it off on the floor so that he is half now naked, his semi-hard cock springing free under his sweatshirt.

Chanyeol settles above him, putting one leg to shamelessly grind on Baekhyun's hardening member. Baekhyun lets out a lewd moan, arching his back and thrusting his hips against Chanyeol's clothed leg. Using his long arm, Chanyeol reaches out for the nightsand, down to the third drawer, opening it swiftly. He knows Baekhyun has a lot of lubes stashed there. Strawberry. Apple. Banana. Peach. Cherry. He opts for strawberry-scented lube because that is Baekhyun's favorite.

Baekhyun takes a deep shaky, impatient breath, spreading his legs obscenely wide as Chanyeol works on lathering his thick fingers generously with the lubricant. Baekhyun can smell a faint scent of strawberry, followed by a sudden feeling of cold, intruding fingers around the tight muscles of his asshole.

"Please, put them in," Baekhyun begs in almost a cry, hooking his arms under the back of his knees to bring his legs closer to his chest. Chanyeol gives Baekhyun's ass cheeks an appreciative slap, before going through inserting his digits into his entrance.

Two fingers buried knuckles deep, Chanyeol gently scissors them inside the scorching heat. He pumps them in and out repeatedly in a pace that Baekhyun can moan and wither. Searching for a particular spongy and sensitive spot, he knows he has already found it when Baekhyun suddenly jolts.

"Here?" Chanyeol asks, rubbing his fingertips against Baekhyun's delicate prostate, causing him to fist on the sheets hard as he arches his back in pleasure. Chanyeol receives a furious nod, urging him to move his fingers faster and harder.

"Please... Fuck me with your fingers..."

Chanyeol then finger-fucks Baekhyun in a quick and accurate manner, purposely nudging his prostate for him to reach his orgasm faster. Wrapping his free hand around the smaller's rigid cock, he strokes it in time with the pumping of his fingers deep into the greedy hole. Baekhyun's tight crack is basically sucking and clenching his slick fingers in, and his hard cock inside the confines of his pants suddenly feels envious of his own fingers.

A screechy cry and a series of wanton grunts echo within the four corners of the room, before Baekhyun is spurting his release on Chanyeol's hand jacking his standing dick off to his finish. Ribbons of white mess his flat abs, because his sweatshirt has managed to ride up his chest with every wriggle he did. Chanyeol slowly ejects his exhausted fingers out of Baekhyun's asshole, making it clench against nothing but air.

"I want more," Baekhyun pleads, "Please give me more, Chanyeol."

Chanyeol smiles at him, a genuine handsome smile, that makes Baekhyun's heart race in miles per millisecond. Baekhyun doesn't notice how or when did Chanyeol get rid of his clothes, because what only matters in this moment is the tip of Chanyeol's huge cock now entering his still gaping entrance.

"Ahhh ahhh ahhh," Baekhyun says in between ragged breaths, as Chanyeol thrusts inside, ramming his thick and long member in a quick but powerful push. "Yes, yes, yes! Please! More!"

"So tight," Chanyeol mutters, holding up Baekhyun's legs on the side so he can relentlessly fuck him sidewards. "God-fucking-damnit, Baekhyun. Do not, ugh, fucking, ugh--- clench around my dick."

"I-I can't help it," Baekhyun answers as he braces himself with a pillow nearby. "It does it on its own!"

"You, silly. You're doing that purposely."

"Am not!"

Chanyeol's hand finds Baekhyun's globes and gives it a hard playful slap, making Baekhyun hiss in pain. He leans down and harshly kisses Baekhyun on the lips to make it up for that, while continuously moving his hips which Baekhyun meets halfway. Baekhyun grabs his own throbbing member while Chanyeol thrusts into him, their bodies moving in sync making the bed creek. Baekhyun has his peak first, coming into his own jerking hand and on Chanyeol's abs, while Chanyeol follows suit with a long satisfied groan. He stays seated inside Baekhyun, coming hard within him and leaving his entrance dripping with rich white fluid before he pulls out.

Chanyeol hovers above Baekhyun's worn out figure, whispering something on his ear that causes the apples of Baekhyun's cheek burn into deep red crimson. With a tiny smug smile on his face, he goes out of bed, picks up his clothes, and heads to the bathroom to tidy himself up.

"Uuugghh," Baekhyun whines, complaining on the uncomfortable and gross feeling of come inside his ass. "Sticky..."

"But you loved it," Chanyeol says in the bathroom. He comes out with a small damp towel in hand, now completely dressed. Baekhyun frowns at him when the taller male throws the towel on his face. "Wipe yourself."

"But I wanna take a shower," Baekhyun mumbles under the towel. "Can you wash me up, Chanyeol-sunbae? I don't have strength to take a shower..."

"You can take a shower later."

"But I want it now."

"You're being a bitch right now, aren't you? I said later."

Baekhyun lets out a defeated sigh, shooting up on the bed and taking the towel off his face. "Okay."

"Just clean yourself up for now," Chanyeol says, spanking Baekhyun's butt. "Let's go downstairs, I heard the doorbell ringing."

Chanyeol heads to the door, annoyance plastered all over his face. He isn't expecting a visitor right now though. It must be Jongin, Luhan or Kyungsoo crashing for a party again with the other guys. Fuck. He's not having any of it right now, he wants to have Baekhyun all for himself today.

"What is it." Chanyeol opens the door nonchalantly, and he doesn't expect what he sees outside.

It's a woman. Not just a woman but a beautiful woman in her late thirties. She has long wavy black hair, and is clad in a bright red fitted short dress that hugs her coca-cola body. Having not only a fair white skin, she also possesses a perfect vital statistics based on her blessed chest and sexy figure.

Chanyeol forces a deep breath when the woman smiles at him confidently. Her eyes are hidden behind her dark shades, and Chanyeol can see his shocked reflection on them as he stares at the gorgeous woman.

He can't speak.

"Good day," she says in a provocative but authoritative voice, "How are you, young man?"

"I'm good," Chanyeol promptly answers, his eyebrows furrowing in confusion.

"Who is it, Chanyeol sunbae?" Baekhyun curiously asks as he comes towards the door, peeking behind Chanyeol to see the person outside.

The woman tilts her head, now looking at the smaller male behind Chanyeol. Baekhyun's eyes suddenly widen in surprise as if his eyeballs would pop out of their sockets. He stares utterly dumbfounded, his throat running dry at the sight of the lady in red. As if on automatic, Chanyeol's hand finds its way on Baekhyun's elbow, urging him to stay back.

"Hi, Baekhyun!"

"W-what are you doing here?" Baekhyun manages to ask.

"How are you, baby?" the lady says with a little flirty wave of her hand, and Chanyeol doesn't miss the familiarity in her tone of voice. "Congratulations on passing the entrance exam!"

Baekhyun looks like he's about to cry while Chanyeol looks like he's about to kill. The woman heartily laughs at Chanyeol who has been staring at her in mesmerism and bewilderment.

"Do you know her?" Chanyeol asks, and Baekhyun just nods as a reply. He only watches on the side as Baekhyun approaches the beautiful woman who is taller than Baekhyun for merely an inch.

The woman opens her arms so Baekhyun finally hugs her tight, burying his face on her chest.

Chanyeol stands there in shock, eyes wide. He can't bring himself to look away, neither can he open his mouth to speak.

"Did you miss me?" the woman asks.

"I missed you so much," Baekhyun says, "Mom..."

*

To be continued.