(A/N: I am not a US citizen so please forgive me in advance. This is just a fiction so please bear with me~ The Epilogue will be published next week and we're finally done! Thank you so much for supporting the two books. I will miss writing for you guys, and keep supporting Chanbaek as always!)

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"Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to John F. Kennedy International Airport. Local time is 11:06 AM, and the temperature is 26.6 degree Celsius..."

After seventeen agonizing hours of travel, Baekhyun can finally see for himself the bright and sunny American skies he can only see in movies. His hand finds its way on the airplane window, a smile forming on his lips as excitement fills his thumping heart.

Finally, he tells himself, and he's sure they are happy tears that are verging on the corners of his eyes. I'm here, Chanyeol sunbae! We're breathing the same air!

"For your safety and comfort, please remain seated with your seat belt fastened until the Captain turns off the Fasten Seat Belt sign. This will indicate that we have parked at the gate and that it is safe for you..."

He can't understand a single thing about the announcement blaring through the speakers. His english knowledge is just on a limited scale though, but nonetheless, it doesn't stop him from bouncing on his seat as he thinks of seeing Chanyeol. He deems that the flight attendant says that they have arrived at New York so passengers must wait a little bit.

Baekhyun suddenly remembers what happened the other day while he was packing his things. It brings yet another big grin to his mouth, recalling the horrified look on Chanyeol's face.

[Did you hear what I just said? Put your passport and wallet on a separate bag. What if you forget them!?]

Wiping his invisible sweat, Baekhyun sighs and pushes the lid of his overflowing luggage with all his might. Even from the other side of the world, he can still feel Chanyeol's death glare directed towards him. "I know, I know, I won't forget my passport. You told that eight times already!"

[Because you won't listen to me! Look, your stuff is still all over the fucking place. Is that underwear on the lampshade!?]

Baekhyun turns his head and grabs his underwear, discarding it to somewhere while continuously zipping up his bag. His clothes won't fit in no matter how hard he tries to push. Maybe he should leave aside the bunny slippers he put under his towels.

"Ugh! It won't! Freaking! Close!" Baekhyun says, and he's seriously getting tired packing within the entire hour.

Chanyeol just facepalms.

[Just bring one pair of clothes. You won't need a lot of stuff because I'm gonna buy you new clothes once you get here.]

Baekhyun stops budging for a while as he stares at Chanyeol on the webcam. "You should have told that to me earlier!"

[I've been telling you that for the past hour.]

"How come I didn't hear it," Baekhyun cries. "Now I have to do the packing all over again..."

[I seriously want to hit you right now, goddammit.]

Baekhyun slumps his body on the bed and rests his cheek on his arm, pouting at Chanyeol who's only scowling at him. Seems like the other male is out on a coffee shop, and he looks so handsome as always with his pushed back hair and white plaid clothes.

"You looks so handsome," Baekhyun says dreamily, and he's reaching out his hand as if to touch Chanyeol through the monitor of his laptop. "I want to touch you, Chanyeol sunbae. I miss you so much. It's been two months already..."

Chanyeol only smiles at that. Baekhyun sticks his tongue out.

[What time is your flight?]

"Six am," Baekhyun yawns, "I'm already sleepy."

[Go to sleep then. I'll see you the next day at the airport.]

Baekhyun nods, blinking slowly.

[Don't be late for your flight. Wake up early and don't forget your important stuff. Once you get here, you have to use your new phone to contact me, okay?]

"Okay..."

[Oh, and one more thing.]

He rubs his small eyes, "What is it?"

[Have you said goodbye to your Mom yet?]

"Yeah. She told me to take care of myself," Baekhyun says fidgeting on the bed and hugging his pillow, "I knew she wanted to stop me but she didn't. She was crying and I felt really bad for her."

[I'm sorry.]

"For what?"

Chanyeol scratches his nape and it's kinda cute when he does that.

[For taking you away from her, I guess.]

"I chose to be with you, Chanyeol sunbae. No one's at fault. You're my happiness and my happiness is also my mother's happiness."

[Thank you... for saying that.]

Baekhyun brightly smiles as he leans in closer to the camera, taking over the whole screen with his cute button nose and pink kissable lips. Chanyeol has to turn around to check if someone is behind him. A black guy is staring oddly at him so he nervously puts down his laptop on top of his lap.

[The fuck are you doing?]

"I'm kissing you," Baekhyun mutters, darting his tongue out to lick and kiss his front cam. Chanyeol can see Baekhyun's little canines poking out of his mouth and that tiny mole just above his lips. Baekhyun is making moaning noises and it's too fucking erotic for his ears. He has to gulp the saliva forming on his throat because what the fuck. Something's going on inside his pants.

[S-stop doing that, I'm in public.]

Baekhyun chuckles teasingly, and he's unbuttoning his shirt slowly, making Chanyeol's eyes widen. He throws his shirt away so he is sitting in front of Chanyeol half naked. Chanyeol can clearly see how smooth the other male's milky skin is, and he can already clearly imagine how it would feel like under his touch once again.

It's been two fucking months, for heaven's sake. Two months of masturbating to the sight of Baekhyun fingering himself in front of the camera. Two fucking months of cold orgasm with his hand inside his pants.

And Baekhyun's not really helping right now.

"I want to put on a show for you before I sleep. Let's have Skype sex, please?"

[Now's not the time, can't you see? I'm at the coffee shop and people are starting to--- what the hell, Baekhyun I'm warning you right now, don't take that off.]

Baekhyun yanks down his boxer shorts to show him his dick and Chanyeol nearly gasps in surprise.

"My dick wants to say hi---"

He immediately closes his laptop and breathes.

A waiter arrives at the moment and serves Chanyeol his hot cup of espresso. "Hey, seems like you're sweating real hard, man. You need water?"

Chanyeol shakes his head, clenching his fist hard. The image of Baekhyun in his full glory haunts his mind, making him hard in this ungodly hour. "No thanks. I'm good."

"Please check around your seat for any personal belongings you may have brought on board with you and please..."

"Maybe he jacked off at the coffee shop," Baekhyun muses to himself while giggling like crazy as he recalls Chanyeol's flushed face. The young woman beside him shoots him a judgemental look, which Baekhyun apologizes with a polite bow.

*

2 hours ago

Chanyeol is early.

Not that he badly misses Baekhyun that is why he arrived at JFK two hours before Baekhyun's arrival. Nope. It's just that, he has nothing else to do aside from lazing around the house. Yura's just resting at home while her husband is out of town, and his parents are out playing golf with some rich as fuck friends, leaving him alone like a teenage boy locked in his room.

Sometimes though, Chanyeol wonders if his family still needs him, his job here's already done anyway. His father's condition is getting better now after he received blood transfusion and treatment, but they haven't really had an actual talk about his sexuality and his relationship with Baekhyun and their past. His mother seems to be quite okay with him being the way he is, just because he chooses not to mention anything about it during family dinner. Yura doesn't open the topic quite often, too.

Chanyeol chooses to sit on the waiting area (first row) and puts on his sunglasses just to be safe. He keeps fumbling with his phone and tapping his foot while looking around the airport as though his head is spinning 360 degrees.

"Fuck, I think I'm too early," he mutters to himself, glaring at his phone displaying 8:34 am. He wishes time would pass quick, "But at least he should call me or something..."

He wants to see Baekhyun right now. Fine, he admits he misses him so fucking much that he didn't really sleep last night thinking about him. He wants to see him safe and alive, breathing in his arms. Maybe he's just getting a little bit paranoid because of his weird dream these days that Baekhyun got into a plane crash.

"Shit. What the hell am I thinking about," he tells himself while giving his cheeks light slaps. Shaking his head, he wills away negative thoughts, and he almost jumps out of his seat when his phone in his hand suddenly rings.

He clears his throat and stands up.

"Hello?"

[Ch-chanyeol... Help me...]

His heart skips a beat.

"What's wrong? Are you okay?" Yura's voice is muffled and it sounds like she's in so much pain. "Hello?"

There are shuffling noises in the background and a loud thud, like someone has just fallen on the floor. "Fuck! What's happening!"

[C-come home... My baby... I think I... I'm in labor...]

"WHAT!!!?"

[JUST COME HERE RIGHT QUICK!!!]

"Okay, stay there. I'm coming home!"

As though all the blood rises to his head, Chanyeol runs as fast as he can towards the exit, when he suddenly remembers Baekhyun so he stops. "Oh fuck!"

Baekhyun's gonna land in a few hours and he promised to see him first. He shouldn't be alone by himself especially in this foreign country he has no idea about.

[Chanyeol!!!]

But his pregnant sister needs him at this moment because her goddamned husband is away. He's hesitating hard right now whether to go to Yura or wait for Baekhyun, or to go to Yura or wait for Baekhyun. God-fucking-damnit!

[It fucking hurts!!! My baby's gonna come out!]

"Just wait a little bit, okay! Stay calm! Lie on your back, don't move. Wait for me!"

[O-okay! Get here faster and call my husband!]

Yura screaming at him on the phone makes him lose his composure, so without any other choice, he's running back again, rushing in haste to the exit. He jumps into his car, heading home right quick while cursing softly to himself.

*

"Finally! I'm here!!!"

In no time, Baekhyun is finally stepping on the American soil, pulling his luggage with him while walking towards the greeting area packed with lots of foreign people. Thinking about seeing Chanyeol's face waiting for him among the crowd sends joy to his heart, so he quickens his steps and looks for his lover around the airport. Chanyeol promised him that it's his face that he will see first just as soon as he arrives in New York.

His feet hurt from all of his walking so he decides to sit first, hands nicely placed on his lap while looking around like a child. He remembers Chanyeol telling him to call him using a new phone, so he rummages through his separate bag to look for it. He finds a missed call and an unread message from Chanyeol so he opens it right away.

Sorry I won't be able to pick you up at the airport. :(

Baekhyun feels his heart drop. "Why?"

I'm taking my sister to the hospital, she's about to deliver her baby right now.

"Oh my god," Baekhyun mutters in surprise, clamping his mouth shut.

So I'm counting on you. You can do it, right?

"I can do it!" Baekhyun says to himself as if Chanyeol could hear him.

Once you've arrived at the airport, take an airtrain going to Brooklyn. When you get there, hail a green cab and just show them this address: Brooklyn Heights 76 Clark Street. Walk straight ahead to the bus stop and take a blue bus, not the yellow one. Get off at the second stop. Walk until you see Park Residence. Do you copy that?

"Yes! I understand!" Baekhyun answers enthusiastically, gesturing a fighting sign with his fist, "Wait, what is an airtrain again?"

I'll see you later at home. I love you.

Baekhyun rubs his eyes, squinting carefully at the last three words of the text, maybe he's just misreading words.

I love you.

"Whaaaat! He really sent it!" Baekhyun squeals, blushing a little while biting his lower lip. It's weird but he can hear Chanyeol saying it as if he were here right beside him.

"I love you, too," Baekhyun whispers to his phone, kissing it.

Wearing his backpack, he picks up his luggage and starts to walk together with the cluster of people heading to somewhere outside the airport. He curiously follows them like a lost innocent puppy, until he reaches a subway line that looks basically like a subway train back in Seoul. He fishes out his card and just like these foreigners, he scans it and enters the door effortlessly, getting inside the train and choosing a seat beside the window.

"Is this seat taken?" a strange man wearing a black cap asks him, gesturing at the seat beside him. He shakes his head as an answer, thinking that he might be asking if the seat beside him was occupied.

The whole ride is boring and quiet, so Baekhyun can't help falling asleep. He closes his eyes and dreams of an NYC date, with Chanyeol's face burning at the back of his eyelids.

The suspicious man beside him takes this chance to get his phone and wallet that are exposed openly inside his unzipped bag, before he leaves the train like nothing happened.

*

Chanyeol has been calling him but he won't pick up.

"Pick up the fucking phone," he mutters to himself, a phone against his ear while walking back and forth in front of the emergency room. He can see from here what's happening inside. Yura's in the middle of delivery while her husband is beside him, holding her hand.

The number you are calling is not available at the moment. Please leave a message after the beep.

Fear rushes into him thinking that something bad must've happened to Baekhyun. What if he got kidnapped? What if he got into a wrong bus? What if someone took advantage of him and raped him!? Chanyeol won't be able to fucking bear it if that happens, so without another thought, he goes back to the airport in hopes to see Baekhyun.

"A small Korean guy?" an airport staff repeats in clarification as he checks the CCTV feeds for the past hours. Chanyeol has his eyes wondering around more than ten panels of CCTV monitors, spotting just in case any sight of Byun Baekhyun among the crowd.

"There! There he is!" Chanyeol exclaims, pointing at channel 12 where he can see Baekhyun's very familiar figure walking with his pink luggage. He's wearing a bright yellow sweater, making him stand out among the crowd like a sore thumb. "Can you please check if he safely boarded the airtrain to Brooklyn?"

"All right man, wait a second."

"Make it quick."

The airport guy calls on the telephone, types something slowly, clicks away on the computer while Chanyeol impatiently waits. He wants to fucking grab the man on his collar and shake him to death. Baekhyun's life depends on this person.

"Where is he right now?"

"He took an airtrain heading to Manhattan and he's safely arrived there about an hour ago," the man says, Chanyeol can't believe what he's hearing right now. "Yeah. You can still chase him if you leave now, you know."

"What the fuck?" Chanyeol blurts out. "Why the hell would he go to Manhattan!? Fuck... He wouldn't just listen to what I said! Oh my fucking god, Byun Baekhyun!"

"I don't know man! Why the hell are you blaming me!"

"Fuck!"

Chanyeol is mad, but worried is the more correct term. The male's phone is turned off, a reason why he can't e reached, so that leaves Chanyeol no choice but to call 911, reporting that a small Korean guy age 20, is missing and is probably lost anywhere in New York City.

"Baekhyun," Chanyeol says as he drives with an uneasy heart, "Just wait for me. I'm gonna find you..."

*

Baekhyun is crying.

Aside from the fact that he has been mugged without him knowing it, and that he doesn't exactly remember Chanyeol's complicated address, he's also crying because he's feels so frightened and alone. If Chanyeol were only here to guide him, it wouldn't be so bad.

Baekhyun doesn't know anyone around him. There are so many people and cars. They are too loud. He doesn't also understand what the hell these people are saying. He can hardly read street signs and english words. He doesn't even have his wallet with him. Thank god he still have some cash in his pockets but still, he feels so little and lost. He's hungry, too. He doesn't know what to do and where to go.

"Ch-chanyeol sunbae," Baekhyun sobs as he aimlessly walks along the busy street of Time Square, and he tries his best not to bump into someone while crossing the road. "Where are you... Please save me... I'm scared..."

He tries his best to recall the text that Chanyeol sent him. As far as he can remember, Chanyeol mentioned a green cab. Right at the moment, a green cab passes by in front of him so he quickly raises his arms for it to stop. He hastily runs towards the car and gets inside it like a lighting bolt.

"Where do you wanna go, Sir?" the driver asks while fixing the rear-view mirror. He notices the small eyes of his passenger. "Can you understand English?"

Baekhyun nods. "A little bit."

"So where are we heading to?"

"Uhhh... Brooklyn.... Street... Clark... Something like that..."

The black guy driver looks confused, "Where exactly at? The place is so big, you know."

"Just take me there! I'll give you money!" Baekhyun says. The driver just shrugs at him and revs up to their destination.

*

Chanyeol finds himself strolling around Central Park, but after agonizing hours of searching for Baekhyun, he still finds none.

His feet hurt. His head hurts. But what hurts the more right now is his heart. How can he find Baekhyun in this goddamned city!? Maybe Baekhyun's already on his knees crying right now, alone and cold, walking by himself and screaming out Chanyeol's name. Fuck, that thought of Baekhyun is already piecing his heart. He can't afford to lose him. He'll blame himself if anything worst happen to the only person he really really loves.

"Do you have any news about Baekhyun?" he hopefully asks on the phone, a police officer has just called him. "Do you already know where his whereabouts are?"

[I'm sorry, Sir. But we're having a hard time finding this person you've been looking for.]

Chanyeol slows down his car and eventually pulls over.

[The information we got is too broad and we couldn't track him down. There are also a lot of Korean tourists who went to New York at this day. There are also no records here that some of them lost their phones.]

Fuck the police, Chanyeol mentally says. "Thank you by the way." And he ends the call.

If they couldn't find Baekhyun, then he's gonna find him by himself whatever it takes.

*

"Are you Korean?"

Baekhyun shoots his head up, hearing a native voice. He wipes the tears that have dried on his cheeks, blinking his eyes slowly at the man who disturbed his devastated soul.

"H-how did you know?" Baekhyun asks in Korean, bracing his arms closer to his body just for defense. He hugs his bag against his chest, glaring at the tall male with blond hair. "Are you Korean, too?"

"You look like one, though. And no. I am Chinese," the tall man says, chuckling a bit. "I've been watching you ever since I entered the convenience store. Are you planning to sleep here?"

It's just now that Baekhyun notices it's getting dark already, and he's still at the bench outside the seven eleven store he chose to buy ramen from. He doesn't realize he fell asleep after eating his noodles.

"Why do you speak Korean if you're Chinese?" Baekhyun asks, furrowing his eyebrows, "Are you from here?"

"Yeah. I live here for quite a while now. Looks like you've been lost, huh? Is it your first time here?" he asks, pulling out a chair like he really intends to have a conversation with Baekhyun.

"Yeah, I'm lost," Baekhyun says in a broken voice. He feels tears coming out of his eyes again, remembering what just happened. "And I don't know where to go anymore..."

The cab he hailed this afternoon was supposed to bring him to Brooklyn, but the driver wasn't able to do it because of the terrible traffic. He just ended up dropping Baekhyun off on a highway, telling him to just ride a blue bus to get there. Baekhyun was confused so he boarded a yellow bus, getting off at the fifth stop, and walking wherever his feet could bring him. He saw a familiar convenience store just like in Seoul, and so he decided to buy a familiar food he tasted back home. Sleep visited him right away, and finally he was waken up by this man who's talking to him right now.

"Please take me to Chanyeol sunbae, please..." Baekhyun begs pitifully, clutching on the man shirt which took said male by surprise, "I miss him so much.. I wanna see him so bad... Please, take me to him..."

"Do you know his number? I can lend you my phone."

Baekhyun shakes his head. "I didn't memorize his number..."

"How am I supposed to help you then?" the man asks, Baekhyun only frowns as a response. "It's getting late already so I'll just take you to the police station tomorrow morning. Is that okay with you?"

Baekhyun nods. "Thank you..."

"Do you have a place to stay?"

Baekhyun shakes his head slowly. "No..."

"You wanna come with me and stay at my house tonight?"

Baekhyun looks up to the man. Chanyeol told him not to talk to strangers but this man looks kind though, and he's offering him help.

"So, are you up for it or not?" he says, shrugging nonchalantly. "Cause if you don't like to then it's fine. You can sleep here on the street if you want."

"W-what's your name?" Baekhyun asks hesitantly, "I should know your name first. Chanyeol sunbae told me not to talk to strangers."

Smiling, the man offers him a handshake which Baekhyun kindly takes.

"I'm Kris. And you are?"

"Uhm... I'm Baekhyun."

*

To be continued.